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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Pregnancy Series - ,,Spinn Off’’

RFA + Minor Trio with a MC who doesn’t want to give birth in C Section

⚠️ Sensitive content -> mention of: labor pain, blood, fluids ⚠️

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4.1 // Part 4.2 // Part 5 // Part 6

HEY! So, since you all liked the Pregnancy Series a lot and I still had a writing which is dedicated to birth and Family I decided to post this as a ,,Spinn off’’ however this writing was written before I decided to write the Pregnancy Series so the story will be probably different from the original series!

Jumin

The both of you were at a diner when you suddenly got contractions, feeling pain in your whole body.

You couldn’t tell him for sure what was hurting you, but you knew that you would give birth to your baby soon.

When you suddenly felt water run down your legs, you immediately knew that this baby was impatient to meet the world.

You were gasping for air and holding Jumin’s hand when another wave of pain overcame you, making you go down to your knees and hold onto your abdomen stronger.

,,Mr Han, we will bring you to the hospital,’’ Driver Kim said, trying to get you up.

However, you stopped Jumin when he was too tired to move you. ,,The midwife said to wait for the ambulance in case the baby comes in the car…’’ you gasped and looked between him and the driver.

Jumin nodded, reminding that you were right and so all guests were brought outside while pillows were put on the floor so that you could lay down and feel a bit more comfortable.

,,Heeee heee hu….’’ he helped you to breathe, showing you the right rhythm.

Finally, the ambulance came, however, things took a bad turn and he quickly noticed that something wasn’t going the way it should…

,,She is having complications. We need to give birth in C-Section! Quickly!’’ one paramedic said as your eyes flickered. You were so weak by now.

He couldn’t do anything but just watch, but suddenly you found a bit of strength to go against the paramedic.

,,No! No wait,’’ you called, sobbing and trying to hold in Jumin’s jacket.

,,C-Section is so bad for the baby!’’ you said to Jumin.

He looked at you as you sobbed ,,She will die if they don’t do it…’’ Jumin told you and brushed your hair with his hand.

And so, to save your daughter, you clunched your eyes and let them rush you to the hospital, even though natural birth would have been better in your opinion...

Zen

,,The baby is in the wrong position. The legs are down,’’ the doctor told you.

There were just a few weeks to go until you would be due and there wasn’t the possibility that the baby would turn around this late in the pregnancy.

,,What? I don’t want it… I heard so many bad things,’’ you said as your hand laid on your belly, your child was kicking.

You were sad and kind of angry, you wished for a natural birth so much. Maybe one in the water.

But now this all disappeared.

,,The baby could hurt himself. I can’t help you, I’m sorry. And nowadays, the medical care is so good that your baby will be more than fine,’’ the doctor tried to make you feel better.

Zen patted your hand and smiled at you.

His red eyes looked at you as he tried to make you feel better.

,,It’s not that we have another option, MC,’’ he mumbled and kissed your hand.

Suddenly you began to cry. Those days, it happened a lot.

,,I know,’’ you sobbed.

,,That’s why… ah… I wanted to see my baby, to give birth at it, and what if they cut or hurt him?’’ you asked him.

,,I will be by your side and make sure nothing goes wrong, I promise…’’ he lastly told you, making you feel just a bit better.

Yoosung

,,We already did it once. The doctor back then told me that the next time there was a chance that I could give birth to my baby naturally and right now you are-ugh! Telling me no?!’’ you asked the nurse as she told you that you had to get ready for surgery.

,,Yoosung! Are you or aren't you a doc! Say something!’’ you said angrily to your husband.

He looked at you helplessly as he mumbled that he was a vet and that there was nothing he could do.

,,Mrs Kim, the baby's head is too big. It could get very dangerous for your newborn,’’ she told you and looked at you apologetically.

Suddenly you began to hiss. ,,Last time it hurt like hell! Yoosung! You did this again!’’ you hissed angrily while you held his hand.

He nodded and kept kissing your forehead as he apologized.

He knew how much you wished for this birth to be normal and that you wanted to see your child and not have countless people around you cut you and close you up again.

,,I will get you ready now, Mrs. Kim,’’ the nurse smiled and took out a razor to make your abdomen free from the hair for the surgery.

And just like back then, they gave you sedatives as you cried to yourself.

,,I… wanted to stay awake this time,’’ you groaned when you suddenly felt yourself feeling sleepy.

Yoosung could just cry as he saw you in pain.

Once again you both decided to go to a very big hospital and just like the last time, nothing was done the way you wished for it.

Not even Yoosung was allowed to stay as he was sent outside where Jumin and Jaehee, as well as Zen waited for him.

His daughter was sleeping in Jaehee’s arms as Zen approached him, patting him to ask why he was crying.

,,They didn’t do it how we wanted again,’’ he mumbled and looked over to the surgery room.

Jaehee

,,Why C-Section?’’ Jaehee asked the doctor.

You looked from her to the man in the white clothing as he explained why he had to perform the surgery.

,,But what if you accidentally cut my baby? Or what if something goes wrong? I’ve heard so many bad things,’’ you mumbled, looking at Jaehee.

The both of you fought so hard for this baby and to become both mothers.

You did everything right and now the last step would go like this?

Jaehee stroked your hair as she nibbled at her lips.

,,How much time do we still have?’’ Jaehee asked the doctor as she wanted to talk to you.

,,About half an hour,’’ he said, but before going out he looked back at the both of you. ,,Although, there’s not much to decide if you want to give birth to this baby well,’’ he said and with that he left you with your thoughts and fears.

,,Let’s do it, Mc,’’ Jaehee said as soon as he was out.

,,I know that we have to go with it, but I heard so many things and I thought this would be my body…’’ you whined.

Jaehee nodded as she kissed your nose. ,,Soon we will have this wonderful baby in our hands and then we will be able to enjoy our time, but one last time let’s do this, for the baby.’’

Saeyoung

You were pregnant with twins. When Saeyoung found out, he was scared at first.

Scared that he wouldn’t be a good father, that he would turn out like his mother, that his children wouldn’t like him…

The young man struggled with a lot of things, but when one day, you fainted early on in your pregnancy, he knew that he would love these children with his everything and that with you he had nothing to fear.

You would be by his side and support him and since he already loved and worried about his unborn children so much, there was no way that he would turn into a monster.

And maybe that’s why he was so protective of you when you felt the sharp pain and the ambulance had to pick you up, just to tell you that the babies would come way too early.

,,We need to perform a C-Section,’’ the doctor nodded and asked Saeyoung to sign the document.

He was about to sign when you stopped him. Gasping for air, you tried to check if there was another way.

,,Delaying the birth won’t be an option. It could put you or one of the babies at risk. Twins usually come earlier so there is nothing to fear. We will do our best.’’

Even if you still didn’t trust the doctor, you decided to go with it and so you were transported away to a place Saeyoung couldn’t keep you safe on his own anymore…

Saeran

The both of you looked at each other as the doctor told you the news.

You were currently pregnant and in your final trimester.

Everything went well these past 38 weeks.

Your baby was healthy, you were healthy, and you enjoyed every single moment of it.

But right now, the only thing you felt was disappointment as the doctor told you that you probably couldn’t give birth naturally, but needed a C-Section as the baby turned around at the last minute so the feet of your newborn were down and the head upside down.

You pressed your lips together and Saeran could see that your hands were trembling.

You were scared of giving birth, but now that this problem came up, you were also unsure.

But you knew that you didn’t have another possibility other than to agree with him.

,,I don’t like that they will have to use so many medications, I heard that a lot of things can go wrong,’’ you mumbled on your way home.

You were still holding his hand. The both of you walked slower as it was hard for you to keep up with him.

,,I know, I understand,’’ he gasped. He too, to be honest, would have liked to see you giving birth naturally, but on the other hand it would be less painful for you, he thought.

,,Baby, why can’t you turn around?’’ you asked your baby and received a kick.

,,Yeah, thanks!’’ you laughed and held the spot you were just kicked in with your hand.

Saeran supported your back with his hand as he led you home. ,,I know how you feel, but I will do my best to stay by your side even in surgery and the next time, for the next baby, we can have a natural birth, I am sure of it!’’ he smiled, making you feel a bit better.

Jihyun

He rubbed his hands together as he sat on the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room.

Jumin was next to him as he was leaning back.

He seemed relaxed on the outside, but to be honest, he was also worried.

For Lucy, the little girl he was the godfather of and you, a person who changed his best friend's life for the better. He was grateful to you.

But to know that you actually had an accident didn’t make him feel that good, knowing that you were 39 weeks pregnant, however, made his stomach twist.

,,Mr. Kim,’’ the doctor asked and looked around, mustering the attention of the two handsome men in the waiting room.

,,Yes?’’ Jihyun got up and tried to gulp. His throat was just so dry…

He was scared of the words of the doctor, but he felt at ease as soon as he was told that Lucy was okay.

,,She just has a little stitch in her arm and will probably have a little headache, but please don’t worry. However, your wife,’’ he stopped.

Jihyun felt his legs tremble as the doctor said ,,however’’, what did that mean?

,,We need to give birth to the baby now in a C-Section to prevent it’s death, but she is against it. We need to hurry, so if you would please try to calm her down so that we can begin,’’ he mumbled.

Jumin chuckled a bit. It was a serious matter, but he didn’t expect anything else from you, the woman who would fight everyone with everything she had.

Jihyun nodded and followed the doctor, seeing you with all those scratches and the blood made his heart sink, but he didn’t hesitate to approach you.

,,Hey,’’ he said, a bit sad as he noticed that your hands were trembling.

,,Jihyun,’’ you said. From the sound of your voice, he knew that you were on the verge of crying.

,,It’s too early,’’ you sobbed.

,,They will hurt him. I’ve heard so many bad stories… I don’t want to,’’ you mumbled, finally sobbing now.

,,I understand, Mc. I love you so much and I wish I could make you happy, but they have to or the baby will die if we don’t hurry,’’ he softly explained, trying to make you lay back as his fingers touched your trembling lips, following the shape of your red lips he loved so much.

,,You will be able to see your baby soon and Jumin is outside. Nothing will go wrong and we will keep an eye on it okay?’’ he asked you.

Slowly, you didn’t fight back as the nurse began to do her work, someone else shaving your abdomen.

One last time, you looked over to Jihyun who also seemed very emotional, but still managed to smile at you as you softly closed your eyes.

Now it was his turn to be strong for you...

Vanderwood

This morning was supposed to go differently when you woke up.

You guys actually wanted to have fun together on your couch and watch a movie, eat some food, and talk about the future.

But nothing came like that.

You suddenly felt dizzy in the bathroom and immediately called Vanderwood as you were beginning to panic.

,,I’m here,’’ he gasped and held you. ,,I’m here, Mc, what’s wrong?’’ he asked you again.

Softly, but weakly, you managed to tell him that you felt a slight pain between your legs.

At first he was scared, scared to death when he heard about your pain.

But as he arrived at the hospital with you, he calmed down.

The news that you would give birth soon made him nervous, yes, but he wasn’t scared that something was wrong with the baby or you.

Well, for now at least.

The situation quickly changed after three hours.

,,She’s too weak!’’ the midwife whined to the doctor.

Vanderwood was actually ready. Everyone was but you.

He saw you there, gasping for air, sweating and crying.

His heart was breaking as he saw how much pain you were in.

,,C-Section, we can’t go on like this,’’ the doctor calmly said and nodded to the nurses. Apparently, they all knew what to do.

Suddenly he heard your whimper as you looked to him

,,Please don’t. I will do better, but don’t,’’ you whined, searching for his hand.

Vanderwood didn’t think twice and held your hand as he tried to smile.

,,It will be alright, Mc, I promise. Nothing will happen to you or the baby, okay? Don’t worry, I will stay here,’’ he promised and tried to stroke your head. He tried to swipe the sweat away and noticed how hot you were.

Was this a fever or just from the hard work?

He knew that you wanted to fight back, say something, do something against the decision, but as you were so nervous, they decided to put you to sleep while the surgery was ongoing, making you close your eyes slowly.

,,I’m here,’’ he said and looked down to the medical staff performing the surgery.

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wifeofkimtaehyungofbts · 3 years

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Chapter 6

Pairing: Jimin x Y/N

Synopsis: How do you help someone with their emotions if you don’t feel emotions? When your brother’s best friend dies in a tragic car accident and he spirals downwards in depression, you devote yourself to helping him out of his misery. But when his other best friend becomes suicidal following the loss, it isn’t merely about helping them. It’s about saving them.

Word count: 1400+

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Hard.

The only word that can explain my situation.

Sleeping is hard.

Pretending to be okay is hard.

Breathing is hard.

Staying alive is very hard.

Every passing morning I wake up, I wish I didn’t. Waking up to an eerily quiet apartment, walking down the over crowded streets feeling alone and pulling through the day with all the energy I have is mentally and physically exhausting.

My therapist was kind, too kind for my liking. A young, dynamic woman interested in helping those who came to her. She suggested a lot of changes to my lifestyle that would help me move on.

I appreciate her efforts, but she did not see the bigger problem. It wasn’t that I was unable to move on, I refused to move on.

I was afraid of getting comfortable in a world without him.

The idea of waking up one morning, brewing myself bitter coffee that he hated, hustling through work and going for a walk in the park on a Tuesday evening with a smile on my face pretending like I’m alive and kicking made me sick. The day he died, I did too. The only difference between my dead best friend and I is that his body died too, whereas mine survived.

It survived when I tried to cut myself open, the pain on my skin barely felt against the pain in my head.

Watching the thick blood gushing out through the wounds I’ve inflicted on myself using the shiny kitchen knife was less horrifying than watching his wooden casket lowered to the ground.

My body survived the multiple drug intake that would’ve killed anyone else. Feeling my face hit the cold bathroom floor before the lights in my head went out as I blacked out was less scary than going to bed that night knowing every tomorrow then onwards would be a day away from our last day together.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious on the floor as the drugs attempted to slowly took my life before Jungkook found me in my apartment. I don’t even know how the guy let himself in. He probably used the spare key Taehyung let him borrow.

Taehyung.

The name pierces my chest. My mouth feels dry, my cheeks sunken in. If pain was a taste, it would be all-too-familiar for my hallucinating tongue.

I hate him for leaving us. But I hate myself for putting him in a situation where we lost him. I hate myself for being the first one to wake up in the toppled car that day. I hate myself for looking over at him and helplessly watching him draw his last breath. I hate myself for crying while my best friends were bleeding to death in the burning car.

By a miracle Jungkook and I survived. Neither of us sustained any injuries to the head, fortunately. Jungkook fractured his left arm and broke a few ribs. I broke a few ribs and fractured my right leg. With the help of a cast and rest, we both recovered in 3 weeks.

The doctors kept telling us we were lucky ones, to heal from such wounds in such a short period of time. They told us we were lucky enough to have survived such a crash.

The car had collided with an oncoming truck carrying wood and rolled 18 meters before coming to a stop.

It had been crushed from the side he was seated on. Paramedics said the car door had to be removed from his body. His insides were like water, his guts shapeless.

The blunt force of metal crashing against him had cracked his skull, causing internal bleeding. Doctors said he died a very painful death and I asked them why.

Why did Taehyung suffer that way? Why did Taehyung go through so much of pain?

The guy who plays with children on the street, the guy who helps the blind man cross the street to the bakery around the block every weekend, the guy who rescues stray cats and dogs and takes them to the vet, spending on their treatment with his own pocket money before taking them to adoption centres. The guy with the golden heart.

Why him?

The world is full of shitty people; murderers, rapists, abusers. They roam the face of the planet with blood on their hands and sin in her souls and Taehyung was taken away painfully?

I open my eyes to wake up from the thinking, to end the painful conversation I always have with myself.

Opening my eyes slowly, I take in the silent room. A slit of sunlight tears through the dark, not enough to illuminate the room.

It was very kind of Jungkook to take me in and as much as I love the guy, I wouldn’t say I am entirely comfortable sharing his space.

I want to be alone, to remember and regret.

The whole accident... I didn’t have enough time to process it with the funeral happening too soon and my mind poisoning me with guilt.

I keep telling myself there was absolutely nothing I could’ve done to save him, he died before help arrived. Had he survived by any miracle, he would live a miserable life; a half dead vegetable rotting away on bed till his body gets too old to live. We all know Taehyung would’ve hated that.

But thinking of all the things we could’ve done differently, like other ways we could’ve spent that day instead of drunk driving, sends a cold jab through my windpipe, not allowing me to breathe setting my lungs on fire.

I get out of bed, pushing away the dark sheets that cannot engulf me in enough warmth. I trace my fingers along the wall looking for the light switch.

Finding it I switch it on.

Blinding white light fills the room, my eyes squinting against the amount of sudden light.

It all happens too quick.

The light.

The dull silence of the room.

It all takes me back to the hospital room.

Bright white light. Too bright for me to fully open my eyes and take in the people silently rushing around me.

The only sound the beeping of my heart monitor.

My ears pick up inaudible voices. Someone with a deep voice. Someone with a raspy voice. A female voice.

“He was dead when they got there”

“..... they had to remove parts of the car from him. The entire door was jammed into his side”

A few gasps echo in the room.

“...... internal bleeding [inaudible] painful last moments”

More murmuring.

“He’s stable I just checked”

He, who?

Dead?

Stable?

Breathing was hard. I need air.

The beeping got louder, scarier.

Words were thrown across the room.

“Patient is crashing!”

“Get the doctor!”

“Oh my God his vitals are dropping”

Taehyung.

Jungkook.

Where are they?

I was screaming but no one seemed to hear.

The insides of my head were throbbing, my lungs begging for air and fear wetting my eyes.

I need them.

My friends.

Someone please tell them I’m calling for them.

I’m scared.

I feel heavy and light at the same time. I can taste bile in my mouth. I have a nasty gut feeling.

Why are people panicking around me?

I should be the one panicking! I’m all alone chained onto a bed that’s not mine with tubes inserted through multiple cuts in my body and I don’t see any of my friends next to me!

“Charge at 200 volts!”

“Push the tray this way!”

“Ask Henry to immediately get his ass in here!”

Static. The sound of a walkie talkie being turned on.

“Henry you are required in the theatre. It’s an emergency!”

Shut up shut up shut up somebody please make them shut up!

The voices make my ears bleed. My brain hurts trying to process what they are shouting to each other.

Taehyung! I scream.

Where’s my voice?

Why did no sound come out?

The light is too bright. I can’t open my eyes.

Jungkook! Taehyung!

Where are you?!

“Jimin hyung!”

Jungkook?

“Jimin hyung look at me!”

Why are you shouting Jungkook?

I feel someone roughly grabbing my arms. Pulling me down. Sitting me down on the wooden floor. My bottom shivers when it comes in contact with the cold floor.

“Hyung! Look at me”

Why do you sound so desperate Jungkook?

Where are the doctors and nurses who were here just a minute ago?

“Hyung, hyung! Just look at me”

Jungkook’s weak cries turn my face towards him. I blink as I take in his broken expression.

Why does Jungkook look so sad?

I look around the room.

I don’t see the hospital bed. Where is my heart monitor?

A girl with a horrified expression pasted on her pretty face looms over me.

I look at my friend confusingly.

“Jungkook, where’s Taehyung?”

I watched as a light go out in Jungkook’s eyes.

Where is Taehyung?

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ddixons-angel · 4 years

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Fated: Season 3

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: Is it Friday already? :D Well, here’s a new chapter for you guys~ I think I forgot to mention in the last that this Season has 10 chapters total hehehe I love every part though haha~ Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 2

Rick had scoped out the prison and decided it was perfect and secure for his group. They had easily cleared out the courtyard with Rick’s leadership and teamwork they had all developed over the few weeks of travelling together. They had decided to rest in the now safe courtyard and wait until the next morning to take over the rest of the prison. As morale was high in the group with their recent wins, they easily cleared out the entrance to the prison. Rick, Glenn, Daryl, and T-Dog enter the prison walls first to clear out any walkers and Rick finds two sets of keys that open the gates to the cell block. Giving one set to Daryl, he goes to open the gate to the cell block. The rest of the group file into the cell block, claiming cells as their own and moving their belongings inside.

“I ain’t sleepin’ in no cage,” Daryl says as he makes his way to the stairs to the second level of the block, “I’ll take the perch.”

He throws his bag on the ground, taking the perch as his area. Gloria chuckles then follows him up the stairs, wanting to take a cell up on the upper level. She chooses the one closest to the perch, putting down her things and laying down on the bed.

The next morning, Rick, T-Dog, Glenn, Daryl, Maggie and Hershel were preparing to head deeper into the prison. Rick had suggested the night before that they need to find the infirmary, armory and cafeteria. He had also asked Gloria to stay back and watch over Lori and Carl. She agrees, knowing that with Hershel going she needed to make sure Lori was feeling fine. Carol and Gloria were both in Lori’s cell, looking after her as she didn’t look very well.

“Carol, can you help me get Hershel?” she pleads and Carol nods, leaving the cell immediately to get the vet.

“What’s wrong?” Hershel says in a soft voice as he kneels down beside Lori.

“Lori thinks she lost the baby.” Gloria tells him, sadness in her voice.

Hershel purses his lips in deep thought, “have you felt the baby moving?”

“No...” Lori says through her tears, “what if... what if it’s already dead inside me... what if it starts to rip me apart from the inside?”

Gloria grabs onto Lori’s hands, squeezing gently, attempting to comfort the pregnant woman, “No, Lori, don’t think like that.”

“Gloria’s right, you’re letting fear take over you, that’s not going to happen.” Hershel says reassuringly.

Lori sniffles then looks at Hershel and Gloria seriously, “What if I end up dying during childbirth... what if I turn and end up attacking you, or Rick, or Carl, or the baby? If that does happen, I want you both to promise me that you will put me down immediately.”

Hershel sighs then looks at Gloria who also glances at him, then she gives him a nod, “Okay, we promise. But I want you to remember that you have two doctors with you, so that should ease some of your worries.”

“Hey, I’m just a doctor in training.” Gloria says jokingly to try and lighten up the mood.

Hershel chuckles, “that’s still a doctor.”

Gloria smiles then she turns to Lori, “have you taken your prenatals for the day yet?”

Lori smiles softly and shakes her head. Gloria pats the back of her hand and gets up to go get the vitamins for her. As she leaves the cell, the others are all armored up to head deeper into the prison. Hershel leaves to join them and Carl closes and locks the gates of the cell block when they set off. Gloria gets back to Lori’s cell and gives her the vitamins then walks back out of the cell.

“I think we could clean up the place before they get back, what do you think?” Gloria asks Carol.

She nods, “Yeah, we should.” she says smiling.

With that, the girls start to clean up the cell block that has now become their safe haven. Gloria goes up to the second level and takes a mattress from one of the unoccupied cells, laying it down on the perch where Daryl had slept the night before. She then proceeds to clean up more scraps and garbage littered around the area. Carl is still standing by the gates then hurries to open the gate as he hears Rick calling out for them to open the gate in a panic. The rest of the group rush in, pushing a makeshift stretcher with Hershel lying unconsciously on top of it, the bottom half of his right leg cut off and bleeding out.

“Beth, get blankets, pillows, towels, bedsheets, anything that can soak up blood. Now!” Gloria orders the younger girl as she rushes into the cell.

Maggie and Rick make way for her as she kneels down beside Hershel. Gloria holds onto the towels that were already on Hershel’s stump, pressing down hard with her hands, coating the towels into a deep scarlet red. Beth rushes to the cell with bedsheets, pillows, and more towels. Gloria takes off the blood drenched towels and grabs a bedsheet from Beth, wrapping it tightly around Hershel’s thigh to try and cut off as much blood flow as possible. She then grabs a pillow and presses it down hard on the wound. After a vicious cycle and many bloodstained pillows and towels, Gloria finally managed to stop the bleeding, wrapping up the tender wound with a fresh bedsheet.

“Did you guys manage to find the infirmary?” Gloria asks, slightly breathless while looking up at Rick.

He sighs and shakes his head, “No, not yet.”

“We’re going to need to find it, and quick. Hershel’s going to need antibiotics to keep this from getting infected, who knows how dirty these bedsheets are.” she says with a frown.

Rick nods, “we’ll keep looking.” he says then pats her shoulder before leaving the cell, heading out the cell block.

Gloria gets up from Hershel’s side and immediately is met with Beth, hugging her tightly and crying. She hugs the young girl back, patting her back in hopes to comfort her.

“Thank you... thank you for saving my daddy,” she cries.

Gloria sighs then pulls away from Beth, “don’t thank me yet, your dad will still need antibiotics otherwise I can’t guarantee that he won’t develop an infection. You gotta stay strong for him though, okay?”

Beth sniffles and nods, “okay,” she wipes her tears away, “okay, I will.”

Gloria looks over to Maggie who’s leaning on the doorway to the cell, her eyes wet with tears. The two women nod at each other with a mutual understanding then Gloria walks out of the cell as Maggie walks into the cell to comfort Beth. Gloria walks up to Glenn who’s leaning on the wall across Hershel’s cell and looking in with his arms crossed.

“I stopped the bleeding, but we really need to find the infirmary.” Gloria tells him.

Glenn nods at that, “Yeah... we have to find it soon.”

Gloria sighs heavily, looking down at her blood soaked hands and attempts to wipe the drying blood on her pants, trying to distract herself from the bloody scene she just had to endure. She always had to calm herself down after something like that, even in her days as a nurse working in the ER. In the moment, she would be fine, keeping herself calm, collected, and professional but once it was over, her emotions and panic would catch up with her. Knowing her well, Glenn puts his hand on her shoulder to try and calm her down.

“Hey, breathe slowly, deep breaths, come on. Breathe with me.” Glenn instructs as he helps her slow her breath, “you did really good just now.”

Gloria doesn’t say anything and just nods and focuses on taking deep breaths. As she’s trying to calm herself, movement from outside the cell block catches her eye. Rick and Daryl were leading a group of unknown people outside when one of them turns to look in the direction of their cell block and she could swear that she saw him smirk at her.

“Who are they?” Gloria says, gesturing to the people outside.

“Prisoners. They were locked up in the cafeteria.” Glenn informs her.

Gloria smiles a bit at that, “at least we found the cafeteria.”

“Yeah,” Glenn chuckles, “that’s a small plus in our long chain of negatives.”

Gloria glances over at Hershel’s cell, taking in the heartbreaking scene of Beth and Maggie waiting for their father to wake up. They needed to find the infirmary but Rick and Daryl were busy dealing with the prisoners. She decided to take it upon herself to look for it.

“Hey, look after Hershel, I need a bit of a breather.” Gloria tells Glenn and he nods, understanding.

She couldn’t tell Glenn she was wandering off on her own to find the infirmary, he’d never let her go, not alone anyway, so she had to lie. Rushing up the stairs to the upper level, she goes to retrieve the flashlight from her bag and equips her daggers onto her belt then heads out the back of the cell block. She sneaks down the hallway, dagger in her dominant hand, flashlight in the other lighting up her path. Gloria is cautious, listening intently for any snarling of walkers, killing any that get in her way. She uses the walker blood to mark her path, drawing a large ‘X’ so that she doesn’t get lost on her way back. After going through what seemed like a maze of identical walls, Gloria finally makes it to a set of double doors. She pushes the right side of the door cautiously and hears snarls from the inside of the room, she listens close to pin-point which side of the room the sounds are coming from. She peeks through the crack of the door, seeing shadows moving on the ground that told her the walkers were on the right side of the room.

She skips to the left side of the door, letting the right door swing shut, she pushes the left door slightly to check how many walkers are in the room. Luckily, there were only three from what she could see and all of their backs were facing her. Gloria pushes through the door and in one swift motion, stabs at the walker closest to her in the back of the head, killing it then does the same to the other two. Looking around cautiously, she lets out a breath of relief as she sees that there are no more walkers in the room. Instead, there are fully stocked shelves of medical supplies. Grinning at her discovery, she starts to pack up bandages, painkillers, and antibiotics to bring back to Hershel. As she’s about to leave, a sight in the corner of the room catches her eye. She chuckles to herself as she sees a very familiar old friend: crutches.

Taking the supplies back to the cell block, she smudges out any ‘X’ marks she made that didn’t point to the infirmary. When she gets back, her heart drops as Beth and Maggie are in the hallway, holding onto each other as they cried. Fear swallowed her as she thought that Hershel hadn’t made it. When Beth sees Gloria, she storms up to her.

“Where were you?! Daddy stopped breathing and you weren’t here!” Beth yells as she cries.

“I-I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have left, I’m sorry.” Gloria says, feeling bad for leaving the young girl, “I found the infirmary and got supplies for your dad, he’s going to be okay.”

“You went alone?!” Glenn exclaims, frowning at her, “why didn’t you tell anybody?”

“Someone had to! You had to look after Maggie and Beth and I don’t want them leaving Hershel’s side, and I sure as hell am not letting Lori or Carl go exploring the prison.” Gloria retorts, she then goes into the cell where Hershel is laying, she puts down the supplies she'd retrieved on the ground in the corner of the cell, “how is he?”

Maggie had returned to Hershel’s side, “he’s breathing again, Lori gave him CPR.”

Gloria nods, a small smile of relief on her face, she takes a bottle of antibiotics and a roll of bandages from the bunch of supplies then goes to Hershel.

"Here, give these to him when he wakes up." she says as she gives Maggie the bottle of antibiotics.

Maggie nods with a small grateful smile on her face. She watches as Gloria begins to unwrap Hershel's stump, replacing the bloody bedsheets with proper bandages.

"These should also help with preventing infection." she says, standing up and pats Maggie's shoulder reassuringly, "your dad's gonna be fine."

Just then, Daryl and Rick walk into the cell block. Rick goes into the cell where Hershel is and Gloria leaves the cell so that it isn’t as crowded. Gloria leans on the wall as Daryl walks up to her, frowning.

“What happened to ya?” he asks, referring to all the blood on her.

“Had to stop Hershel’s bleeding.” she tells him, looking at the ground.

He then gestures to her neck and shoulders, "ya got blood splattered all over ya, that from Hershel too?”

“Walkers. I went to find the infirmary.” Gloria sighs then she adds just before Daryl is about to yell at her, “Don’t. Glenn already went off on me for going alone.”

Daryl says nothing to that, pursing his lips together then notices that Gloria seemed different, “wha’s wrong?”

She shakes her head then pushes herself off the wall, “I’m gonna get some air.”

Daryl watches as she walks out of the cell block and outside the building altogether. He sighs and retreats to his spot on the perch, noticing the bed that was now laying there. A small smile pulls at his lips as he knew it was Gloria who did this. Later on, Hershel had finally woken up, relieving everyone in the cell block. Only Gloria didn’t know of this piece of good news as she was still sitting outside on the picnic bench. Daryl was leaning on the railing on the upper level of the cell block, contemplating whether or not to go out and check up on Gloria when Glenn walks up the stairs and stands beside him. An awkward silence emits between the two of them.

“How’s Hershel?” Daryl was the first one to speak.

“He’s better. Talking with Beth and Maggie right now.” Glenn nods, then another moment of silence comes between them when Glenn finally speaks up again, “so, I’ve noticed something going on between you and Gloria.”

Daryl scoffs at that, “what, that kiss on the highway in front o’ everyone wasn’t obvious enough?”

Glenn chuckles lightly, “well, I don’t know exactly what it is you have going on or what you can have going on, I just hope you can take care of her.”

“Ya ain’ threatenin’ me that ya’ll kill me if I hurt her, are ya?” Daryl side smiles at him.

“Nope,” Glenn says, “we both know that if you end up hurting her, she’s going to be the one who kills you.”

Both of them laugh at that, Daryl nods, knowing that’s definitely true then he looks at Glenn, “I’ll take care o’ her.”

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Next Chapter

I would say this was a pretty eventful chapter, they cleared out their cell block, Hershel unfortunately lost his leg, and we learn more about Gloria and how she is with dealing with emergency situations. I know there wasn’t much Gloria and Daryl interactions here but I swear it leads up to a pretty sweet moment immediately next chapter! And then you get the cute but awkward moment with Glenn and Daryl so there’s that haha~ Let me know what you thought of this!

I hope everyone stays safe and healthy, please don’t panic, we will get through this!

And as always, I would really appreciate any comments left for me! I’ll be replying to any comments in a new post because this is a sideblog!

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melancholy-journal · 3 years

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Trigger warning ⚠️ death, death of pet, loss, gore ⚠️

TLDR; my cat died. I found her body. I cleaned up the blood. It hurts to think about— a lot. But I can’t talk to any one about it.

So three years ago today is a really difficult day for me and yet I feel almost numb. Three years ago today my wife (at the time fiancé) was really sick. In and out of hospitals and had actually just started living with her mom who has a masters in nursing because I couldn’t take care of her well enough myself, work full time, take care of the cats & take care of myself too. It was all too much.

So she went to go live with her mom.

Our cat Bella was sick too. We’d taken her to the Vet ER 5 or more times, she needed oxygen, multiple X-rays, medicines, IVs etc all very expensive. We spent thousands of dollars on her. I racked up thousands of dollars of debt because of it.

One night I went to see my fiancé, drove 3 hours to see her and spent a few days with her. I drove 3 hours back home. Usually the cats would be waiting at the door for me when I’d open it but that night I came home and only one of our cats greeted me and it hit me immediately, I fucking knew it in my gut. So I rounded the corner and there laid our cat Bella. Blood on her mouth. Blood on the carpet. Shit on the carpet too. I’d never dealt with something like this before. I called my fiancé and I blurted out the horrible news and she scream cried, I heard her sobbing and it broke my heart even more not being able to be there for her to help her. The next think I know her mom is on the phone with me asking me what had happened and I told her and she told me to take her body to the Vet ER and they’ll cremate her for us. I hung up. I picked up her body. Mostly stiff, some warmth still in her stomach so I think she’d only been there a few hours. She died on my way back to her. I laid her on a towel and covered her. Our other cat knew something was wrong she just stared at me the whole time. She tried to comfort me a little but I had no time for that. I had to clean up the blood and stuff. I scrubbed the carpet and I remember the soapy blood mixture clouding the cup I used. I took her to the ER they took her from me and took care of everything from there on out. My heart was shattered and it was agreed upon by my soon to be mother in law and I that I should come up immediately after. Bring our other cat and come back up. So I did. I packed a bunch of stuff because being in that apartment was just too hard, I packed up our other cat and drove 3 hours back to my fiancé. After hours of crying and talking we fell asleep on the floor together just holding each other. I never talk about that night. I don’t want to upset my wife going into detail about it but I think about how I found her a lot and it hurts me so much and I’ve just sat with this hurt for years because I don’t want to hurt her the way I’m hurting. Guys I miss my cat so fucking much. I can’t get the way I found her out of my head to this day and it breaks my heart. She deserved so much better and fuck those vets who said she was fine. Fuck the vets who didn’t do tests. Who said it was asthma. Who didn’t take it seriously. Fuck the vets who took my money but did NOTHING for my dying cat. We should’ve been told there was nothing else to do. We should’ve had the right information so we could’ve put her down PEACEFULLY. She shouldn’t of choked on her own blood as polyps burst in her lungs. I wish them all the worst. They didn’t care about her they cared about the money so I fucking hope they rot. She deserved better and they didn’t give us the opportunity to give her the best way out. I’m so angry and sad and I don’t know what else to do anymore other then to throw this out here into the void where I know no one will fucking read this. I just don’t know anymore guys. I’m just so fucking sad and angry. She deserved better. She deserved better. She shouldn’t have died that way. She deserved better.

04.15.21

#trigger warning #tw #tw death #tw pet death #tw pet loss #trigger warning death #trigger warning pet death #trigger warning pet loss #tw gore #trigger warning gore #cptsd #ptsd #bpd #venting #long post

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dontbesoweirdkira · 4 years

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What about an au where Mic is a volunteer for animal shelter and/or is a veterinarian? I like that you included a pet in my last ask so I thought I would be nice to think about him taking care of animals of any kind 💗 Thank you again cutie! 💖

A/N: Cutie?? Aww i blush /// Vet Headcanons coming right up!! Thanks for requesting babe! Love you and please request again! Happy New Year!

-YES THE MAN LOVES ANIMALS

-Let’s just say in this AU quirks and hero’s weren’t a thing so he has to have another career choice and that is dun dun da dunnnnn….Being a veterinarian.

-Ever since a young age he was in love with animals, from birds to turtles. This man had books and pounds of research on all of them. He might can’t name all 50 states but he surely can name every species of bird in the amazon rainforest known to man.

-At first in his highschool years he Volunteered at local animal shelters and pet shops.

-Just to see if he was really cut out to do it, you know? Like he wanted to be a D.J. but then realised how hard it was and was like “uM nO.”

-On his first day he loved it sooo sooo much

-He came back everyday for his four years of High School. Never missing a day from the shelter haha. The animals loved him too.

-There was this dog, it was a golden retriever, it was an abandoned dog and never really had a real home or anything. It was a very shy and scared dog like no one could touch it without it wailing or snapping. BUt when Yamada came to it, it loved him instantly.

-He was the only one who could bathe it or feed it or even walk it. He adopted it highkey and named him Lucky uwu.

-H knew without a doubt he needed to study to become a vet. He needed to protect and love those animals because no one else would.

-So after years of hard work and training, you are now looking at Dr.Hizashi.

-The first thing he would do is take all of his money and dump it into making his very own Vet. Like he’s been planning to have his own for YEARS. Let me tell you he already has his business name, card, plan, and he knew the place he wanted to have it at. This man was not playing at all.

-His Vet is called “Hazashi’s animal care.”

-YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS IS NOT HIS CATCH PHRASE “Happy Pet, Happy Vet.”

-His Vet is like one of those small local ones that look way too nice to be in the neighborhood it’s in. It’s very nice inside, it looks like the Hilton if it were a Vet.

-You’d also think the prices would be sky high because how nice and well put together everything is. Nope! His services are cheap but his skills aren’t! It’s his way of giving back to the community and helping out those who cannot afford such things. He doesn’t believe in wiping out someone just because their animal got sick.

-At first his business was very slow, only maybe one or two people coming in. So he mainly picked up strays off the streets and got them well and healthy.

-There were a lot of stray kittens near him like he was soooo soft I swear!! He would cuddle up with them and warm them up. Sometimes he’d fall asleep in his office with a bunch of tiny kittens curled up on him. It was sooo cuteeeee.

-Although business was slow, it picked up more in the summer/spring time

-He 100% lets kids and teens volunteer for school credit or just something to do. He absolutely doesn't mind because he enjoys learning about his community and teaching young people about animals.

-He has special days where children get to meet and take care of some of the stray kittens he has.

-Onetime a kid asked him to come to his school for career day so he could “Show the class how cool he is.”

-So like Hizashi came in with a few animals he was taking care of and showed the class and explained to them the importance of caring for you animals. It was so cool and he kept the class very engaged and they even let him stay an extra block since it was really informative.

-So now every other friday at the local school, he has a Thrive class where he can come and talk to kids.

-LIKE I SAID AND I WILL ALWAYS STAND BY THIS LITTLE KIDS LOVES HIZASHIIIIIIII👏👏👏👏

-He teams up with some of the teenagers and have bake sales and carwashes to raise money for endangered species all over the world.

-Sometimes he goes to the older citizens home, and let some of them pet the little baby kittens and puppies he has. It really brings a smile on their face and makes them feel loved.

-100% trying to set him up with their daughter

-“HaVe i tOlD yOu mY dAuGHteR lOveS aNimAls anD yOunG bloNDe mEn SuCh aS yOuReSelf.”

-it cracks him up let me tell you.

-“uH hAHa...THATS cOol.”

-He found a hurt baby duck at the park he was at, he immediately rushed it to his shop, and nursed it back to health. He would not let the birdy walk at all, he would always carry it around or have it on his chest.

-HE WAS HECKA SAD TO LET IT BACK IN THE WILD I SWEAR AND HE CRIED SEEING IT REUNITE WITH ITS FAMILY

-Oh! His dog Lucky!! He helps out around the Vet too. By helping I mean staying under Yamada’s Desk and taking the meanest nap, and occasional barking when someone comes in.

-No but he’s a good boy and he’ll go fetch things for hizashi and play with the kids while their parents are doing business.

-Giving hizashi giving the animals a bath is the cutest thing. He’s singing nursery rhymes while gently scrubbing the soap in. Wraps them in the BIGGEST towel and cradles them in his arms it’s so cute. The animals 100% falls asleep in his arms while he’s organizing the medication.

-When he has to give them a shot, he distracts it by doing little magic tricks or holding up a treat.

-Every Animal has its own food bowl, varying in sizes and colors depending on the animal and personality.

-He has nights where he stays overnight in his store doing paperwork and such. He’s such a perfectionist, he cannot sleep unless he knows everything is over and how it’s supposed to be. I love him

-OKAY BUT IMAGINE IT...HIZASHI IN A DOCTOR'S COAT, WITH HIS HAIR ALL MESSY AND TIED UP, AND HE’S BEING ALL SMART DOING PAPERWORK WORK!! ARE YOU PICTURING IT ERWIN???? ARE YOU PICTURING IT ERWIN?!?! BECAUSE I HAVE A PRETTY VIVID IMAGE IN MY HEAD.

-(kudos if you understood that reference)

-Birds are his favorite animals to get. Like healing their wings and then having them fly around the office. It’s so nice to see how free and unpredictable they are. So like he spazzes every time Someone brings in a birdieeee.

-“oNNansmh OH mY oMhy GOoDNeSs i-Is ThaT a BLuE Budgerigar?!!?!! aHhAHh yoU mInD iF I tAKe a PiCtUrE oF iT.”

BoUnS

Since i took so long to answer this, you get a Happy new year bonus!

-He spends The new year at the pet shop. Like He brings in a small little T.V. so he can watch the ball drop with the animals he has there with him.

-They are all cuddled in the lobby with a bunch a fluffy blankets, wearing matching New year hats!! Ahh it’s so cute

- The store has such a warm, cosy feeling. It reminded him of the times he’d spend with his family. A pure, more gentle time.

-Just a few seconds before the ball drops, Hizashi takes a deep breath in, inhaling all of the warm memories and joyful spirit that was floating around.

-He’s at peace with his life and everything around him. In one year he was able to make the shop of his dreams and meet amazing people with it. He had his best friend Lucky, and all the cute animals that he is able to comfort. It was really all he wanted. He thanked GOD for everything.

-”I’m finally happy.” he breaths out with the biggest smile on his face. Giving a small kiss on lucky’s ear, and ruffing his fur he mutters, “Happy New Year.”

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thoughtsandthecity · 4 years

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Can You Stand Failure?

This year has been the most exhausting for me. I had to go through anxiety, pain, self doubt and endless nights of studying. I was being examinated to get into nursing school. Yesterday my results came out. I failed. Everybody had that sad look on their face. I won’t lie, I cried for myself too, it felt like it was the end of everything I dreamed. Until today.

I was looking for an outfit that was screamming “ I failed but your sad looks will not help’’ so I could go to my graduation night. I am a writter. That means I love literature,history and anything theoritical. I am good in those stuff but the thing is that I found myself telling everyone when I was younger << I am going to be a writter or a vet>> due to my love for animals. I would never be able to see myself as anything else than a writter or wearing a blank apron. Now I am fighting for both of my dreams. I decided to give up my spiritual field studies and work on natural science so I could get into nursing school as long as the spiritual one could be done later.

The competition was rough. Everybody was better than me because the truth was that I am not naturally good in this field. Plus, I had almost no one to help me. Later my parents could afford good tutors for me. Even though I got really passionate in the beggining through the year I started getting tired. I wasnt sure if I really wanted to get into nursing school and due to the huge amount of homework and competition I started losing all my self-esteem and respect. Those are the basic reasons that can explain my failure.

After letting down my biology teacher who believed in me, and the ‘’poor kid’’ looks I got, I left the Graduation earlier to get down town where me and my friends had a meal. Afterward, I rejected a man who was wearring a ‘’fuckboy’’ perfume, we went for drinks. Now I am in an awful boring bar drinking my fears pain and tears away with an apple-carot vodka cocktail. The main reason I got out that night was to not stay alone home with my thoughts. Alcohol always helps me to go to sleep so one good glass of this drink helped me to go to sleep with no try and tears.

Though no matter how long you run away from your demons, if you won’t stand still to face them then you will have to run for the rest of your life. So the next morning even though I didn’t want to wake up and have a fight with my mum who cares about me, I managed to push myself off the bed. Many thoughts and tears later, I had to aknowledge my mistakes, take my responsibility, accept the present and start organising my next moves, as any adult would have to do.

The decisions I made were hard. It will take me a long time to get in nursing school but I decided to go to an other school, where lessons were different and ‘‘easier’’. I will also be doing my practice there as a nurse so I will be priviledged later. Plus when I will finish this school I can work as a nurse’s helper and later get into the university. Now I know my mistake. I lost faith in me and my abilities and the worse was that I lost faith in nursing. Now that I know I cutted some people off, I am studing harder and I will have faith in me. I just had to fall in love with my dreams all over again. Sometimes we lose truck.

In conclusion, yesterday it was the first time I failed. There’s no such thing as ‘’ you win or you learn’’. To me, there’s failure that goes with learning and seperated win. So I learned my lesson, and even though it’s hard, Ι will just accept the situation, look on the bright side and just keep on going, cause its my dreams we are talking about. Nobody learned from their Win, we learn from our failures,<< Everybody can handle success, only a few are able to handle failure>>. Last but not least, << Failure is part of succes>>.

Until next time,

xoxo

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bluecoloreddreams · 5 years

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Hey, I love your TsukiYama fics, they are so good!!!... and some of them are so sad. But I was wondering, if Yama and Tsukki takes Himawari to her biological parents greaves and explains the situation that got them to adopt her when she is old enough to understand. I like to think that Yama tell his late cousin how their daughter is doing

Oh, thank you!!! So, at first, I was gonna answer this with just like, an author comment, but I can do you better than that:

It’s April again. Time and time again, the spring opens up, cool air mixing into something warm as the cherry blossoms open, replacing the snow with pink drifts of petals.

It’s time for change. They shift from wool coats to felted ones; Tadashi layers his shirts, long-sleeve, short-sleeve, jacket. They open the windows and doors, shooing out the last dregs of winter. The dog goes to the groomer. The cat gets cornered in the bathroom trying to run away from the flea collar. Uniforms get bought in a different size, one grade’s ribbon exchanged for another.

There’s a house, now, in the suburbs of Sendai. A house that’s big enough for them all to spread and grow. The hot water works; the paint is new; there’s a laundry room and the door never sticks in its hinges. There’s a garden, a ramshackle thing with wildflowers and tomatoes and once, corn, straight from the bird feeder (before the cat got the bird, which was a traumatic experience all around).

Tadashi tugs a brush through his hair, mouth full of bobby pins, trying to decide the most reputable way to style his hair. At the clinic, no one really cares what their vet’s hair looks like, as long as he does his job correctly. At home, no one cares either, because if it’s not loose or in a bun, it’s done up in some odd experimental style or another, complete with Hello Kitty scrunchies. His family, on the other hand…

They’ve relaxed in the last few years, considerably. Extended family, not so much, but this is the only time of year he really sees them anymore.

He sighs and pins his bangs back into his ponytail, figuring it will just have to do. He straightens his tie, a silk thing borrowed from Kei with dinosaurs printed up and down the length of it, and if it’s a little bit ridiculous to wear to a seven-year memorial service, then that’s just how it’ll be.

He hears the car pull up, and he slips from the bathroom to pad down the stairs just in time to be nearly barreled over by the dog on one side and a flying mass of pigtails and rumpled school uniform on the other.

He hoists Himawari up, groaning as he spins her around. Eight is probably too old to be carrying her around like he did when she was two, but hours and hours of picking up heavier dogs than her allows him a little more flexibility about it.

“Woah there, you look like you rolled down a hill,” Tadashi says, setting her down.

Kei clicks his tongue at the doorway, leaning down to take his shoes off, holding Himawari’s loafers in his hand. “Tell your papa,” he says, sounding amused.

“Uh.”

Tadashi closes his eyes and counts to five. “Himawari-chan, what did you do now?”

“Sora-chan said I couldn’t have three dads and a mom so I pushed her down the playground slide but she grabbed me,” Himawari says, eyes decidedly not meeting Tadashi’s, suddenly very interested in petting Tikachu the Dog.

Tadashi groans, kneeling down so he’s eye-to-eye with his daughter. “We don’t push,” he says. “You know that.”

Himawari looks away from Tadashi, fidgeting with the ends of her pigtails. “She was being mean, and she said bad things about you and dad, so I pushed her.”

“Show your dad,” Kei says, a smirk barely concealed. His arms are crossed as he leans in the doorway, eyes glinting behind his glasses.

Himawari tips her head back and opens her mouth and Tadashi flinches. “Okay, well! That’s, uh, great! Please close your mouth,” he says, wrinkling his nose at the sight of a missing molar. “Kei, please tell me you have it.”

“Mm. We also have to go buy new stockings,” Kei adds like he’s being helpful.

“Okay! Okay, we’ll address this in a moment!” Tadashi says, standing up with a clap. “Himawari-chan, how about you go get changed while daddy and I talk?”

“Am I in trouble?”

Tadashi shoots Kei a look, who shrugs and spreads his hands out. “You let Nishinoya and Tanaka babysit her growing up, that’s not on me,” he says.

“We’ll talk about fighting later,” Tadashi says. “You can’t fistfight everyone who thinks our family is a little odd, Himawari-chan.”

“Yeah but,” Himawari starts, scowling and ducking her chin into the collar of her uniform. “You are my real dads.”

Tadashi grins then, leaning back up against Kei as he steps up out of the entry. “You’re right,” he says, throat tight as Himawari flashes a toothy grin and flits up the stairs to her bedroom.

“You suck at discipline,” Kei drawls. “And tying ties. Turn around.”

Tadashi turns dutifully, smoothing his fingers over Kei’s shoulders, tapping the sunflower-embossed pin on his lapel. “Keeping that on?”

“I’m always up for intimidating idiots,” Kei drawls, undoing Tadashi’s tie, eyes focused at the other man’s throat. “I go to pick her up and find her in the nurses’ office with a piece of ice and skinned knees and a referral. They were going on about no tolerance until they saw my pin. It was déjà vu.”

“It was because of that project,” Tadashi sighs. “When school started the new term, when you were away at that conference in Tokyo, she did a family history project.”

“I see,” Kei says, looping Tadashi’s tie expertly. “Where’s your blazer?”

“By the door,” Tadashi answers. “I guess the other little girl is new to the school or to the class. Was she hurt?”

“No, her mother ran into me in the parking lot, actually. She was nice,” Kei says offhandedly. He reaches up and tugs a piece of Tadashi’s bangs free, tucking it gently behind his ear. “There you go.”

“Did you make Himawari apologize?”

“What do you take me for?” Kei scoffs.

“A sucker,” Tadashi snickers, ducking when Kei reaches out to ruffle his hair. He reaches out and grabs his blazer from the peg by the door, shrugging it on as Himawari comes thudding down the hallway in her black dress and tights, pigtails a bit lopsided as she grabs Tadashi’s outstretched hand.

Kei takes her other hand, and they both hold her up as she shoves her feet into her obnoxiously sparkly pink boots.

“Daddy got sunflowers,” she tells Tadashi. “He said I could have one.”

“I did not,” Kei snorts. “She stole one out of the bouquet.”

“They’re for my mommy and daddy,” Himawari protests. “One of them needs to be from me.”

“She’s right,” Tadashi points out, letting Himawari tug free of his hand and skip towards the car.

Kei rolls his eyes as Tadashi steps into his shoes. “And you wonder why she’s spoiled,” he complains.

“Oh, no, I know exactly why,” Tadashi laughs.

“Come on!” Himawari cries, tugging at the door handle. “Come oooon! We’re gonna go see my other parents!”

Maybe it was wrong to be so open about Kana and her husband with Himawari from such a young age, or how hard they had to fight to adopt her. But they never wanted to hide it from her, never wanted her to feel like she’d been unwanted or left behind, so they told her in ways she could understand, took her to the graves and set up a shrine in the house and taught her how to leave food and flowers, how to say the prayers. They gave her Kana’s journals, with her tiny footprint and lock of hair; they gave her her father’s rock collection and taught her the names of the tiny gemstones in it. They tried to teach her in the hopes that she could grow and be happy and learn.

April always brought changes, and not all of them good. Every year, Tadashi grapples with how he can be so thankful for something so awful, and he prays. He prays to apologize, to thank, to hope that he’s raising Himawari in the same loving way that his cousin would have. That she always meets their memory with a thankfulness and desire to love them without knowing them. That he and Kei can be the parents that she needs, that they can grow together, until the next time the petals fall.

#asks #mitkun writes stuff #tsukkiyama #haikyuu!!#oh my god I haven't written these two in Y E A R S #but I was OVERCOME #Anonymous

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undertaleheadcannonsfromagremlin · 5 years

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Gave away two kittens, Cloud and Chara (yes, I named one after an undertale character, another one is named Asriel, so sue me) and I cried a tiny bit. So, have some sad pet headcanons with Rus and Black!

* He’d take in an orphaned kitten that was sick and nursed it back to health

* Despite Black’s obvious displeasure with the kitten, the two do actually love it

* Rus names the kitten based on either its looks or personality, and the name would most likely be adorable to those that hears its name

* At around the five month mark, Rus takes notice immediately that the kitten was shaking often, and having trouble balancing

* One vet visit later it was diagnosed with CH (Cerabelum Hypoplasia) and all was good

* Until it stopped growing

* Until it became too painful for it to move

* Another vet visit later, and the kitten more then likely had Wet FIP and the best option is to put it down

* Black wouldn’t want to give up and try to get it better so they’d try everything he and Rus can think of to make it better

* No healing magic worked, no diet changes, nothing ever seemed to work and the poor kitten was getting worse

* The hardest thing the brothers had to do was to make the appointment with the vet to put it down

* Rus is full blown crying as they euthanize the kitten, Black keeping a stoic, yet remorseful look

* Black wouldn’t cry in front of others, it’s a sign of weakness, yet why was it so hard for him to keep his composure?

* The two are with the kitten in its final moments

* They would get the kitten cremated and take it home, having got a wooden urn that can hold a picture of their beloved pet

* They loved that kitten, despite Black not showing his care for it for obvious reasons

This is based on the passing of a kitten I had before Chara and Cloud’s batch, the poor little girl was named Chewbacca and she didn’t even live to see a year old 😔😢😭

Oh and I’m working on the other headcanons, but I got distracted by a game that came out yesterday... I already beat it cause I’m a no life haha

#undertale headcanons #fellswap #fs papyrus #fs sans #sad #this is literally how my kitten died a year ago

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“Why do you care that Prince Harry got engaged? What does that have to do with you?”

When I hear these questions, I think of the weeks before and after November 27, 2017. And I think of the following story, one that is incredibly personal, but one that means so much to me.

This time last year, things in my life were... not so good, to put it simply.

Over the week of Thanksgiving 2018, the following things happened:

My boyfriend had just broken up with me weeks before, and my best friend and I weren’t speaking. I was lonely and sad and heartbroken and I couldn’t talk to anyone about it because my best friend and I were on bad terms.

My dad got on an emergency plane to Ohio to discuss treatment and surgical options because my older sister had just been diagnosed with Stage 2 Breast Cancer.

My grandma, who was in a private room in a nursing home at the time, was forced to move to a double room, and she did not react well (she would die barely a month later). I had to be there multiple times a week to ease her into a roommate situation, after 16 years of living alone.

I was forced to manage an entire office during the holiday season by myself because my boss was on vacation and my dad was with my sister.

Between the nursing home, my extended family, my clients, and my boss, my phone rang seventy-two times the day before Thanksgiving. 72. That doesn’t include calls I made myself. All while I was trying to wrap things up at work, peek in the nursing home to check on my grandma, and handle cooking dinner.

Because my dad was in Ohio, I had to cook all of Thanksgiving dinner by myself.

My dog ripped his ear open on something while I was at work the day before Thanksgiving and I had to run him to the vet mere minutes before they closed. He got blood all over my apartment and guess where Thanksgiving was held last year? You guessed it - my apartment.

My dad arrived home at 8pm on Thanksgiving Eve, and I couldn’t get down to the city to pick him up from the airport while still cooking dinner. My mom and my sister couldn’t handle the traffic so he had to take an Uber all the way to my house, except his phone was at 1% battery and he had never taken an Uber before. My dad is... not fond of doing new things, to put it lightly. I spent an hour on the phone - instead of doing the nine million other things I needed to do - because he’s kind of helpless, not going to lie.

Then Thanksgiving Day came. My dad was supposed to get up early and give me a hand with everything. They were at my house - all three of them - and I could have used a hand with the turkey, the stuffing, etc. But, I didn’t get an ounce of help. They kicked back, relaxed, and talked a lot about how tired they were from their busy week. They drank. I didn’t get to kick back and relax, and I’d argue my week was the busiest out of all of theirs.

I didn’t say a word. I was tired, I was hurt, I felt lonely and abandoned and used. I didn’t say a word.

Hours and hours and hours later, everybody was gone, except for my parents. My dad fell asleep on the recliner, my mom was watching TV on the couch, and I - finally, after a long day of cooking and cleaning and acting the happy hostess - had time to take a peek at my phone.

And when I got to Tumblr, I knew something big was happening. Rumors were buzzing about Prince Harry getting engaged. These rumors weren’t just regular tabloid fodder, either. We knew that Ms. Meghan Markle was in London, and that she had just gotten a manicure and a facial. We had only recently seen them together for the first time at the Invictus Games in Toronto, so we knew their relationship was serious. We knew that even the most reputable royal reporters were murmuring amongst themselves. People who hadn’t been on Tumblr for months, years, even, were coming back in droves to be here for when the bomb finally hit - for when The Prince of Wales announced the engagement of Prince Harry to Ms. Meghan Markle.

Needless to say, I was freaking out. Once I pieced things together, I literally screamed. In doing so, I woke up my dog, and, more unfortunately, my dad. He was stressed, he had been drinking, he was tired, and he hates being woken up. I’m not going to get into the details, but the ensuing few hours were... not fun. I had all but forgotten about the good news that Prince Harry may be engaged. Things at home were just too miserable.

Then, the next day... nothing. And the next day. And the next day. And I had all but forgotten about the one tiny thing that made me happy on Thanksgiving Day, the one glimmer of hope and happiness between a terrible week and a terrible end to my holiday.

And then, Monday morning, I knew my dad was still feeling guilty - as he should have. I wasn’t answering his calls or texts really, not since he left my house the Friday before. But, at 6:30 AM on the morning of November 27, 2017, I got the text from my dad that changed my entire mood, my entire week, month, year, even:

“Happy engagement”

When I first read it, groggy after waking up on a Monday morning, I had no clue what it meant. And then - I realized. I checked the Kensington Palace Twitter and Instagram feeds, and then I checked Tumblr. I swore I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Once I finally came to the conclusion that I wasn’t dreaming, that what I was reading was real....

I screamed, and then I cried. The happiest tears I remember crying in so long.

I threw my personal laptop in my bag and sped to work early so I could watch the photocall live. When my dad got to work, I was engrossed in my personal laptop. Prince Harry and his fiance were on TV for the world to see and nothing, nothing could wipe the smile off my face. Family and friends were calling me to tell me. My grandma - 88 years old and all but deaf, miserable in her own right - called me, yelling into the phone to tell me that Prince Harry was off the market. My friends - many of whom were there when I stayed up all night for Princess Charlotte’s birth, who watched me take so much happiness from these strangers across the pond but who never cared themselves - called me as they woke to the morning’s news. I could hear the smile in many of their voices when we spoke. Their smiles had nothing to do with Prince Harry and his new fiance - they had everything to do with me. Me and my happiness. I will never, ever forget that.

It may be strange to be that emotionally invested in the lives and happiness of a stranger. I don’t pretend that it’s normal. But that Monday morning, after all of the horrible things that had happened in the previous week, and after a terrible few months, my heart lifted and my soul was healed, if only temporarily. The happiness of these two strangers - one of whom I had loved for years and years and years - was everything to me that day. Come to think of it, their happiness makes me happy, even now. Sometimes, it’s hard for me to be happy all by myself. But that day, when the engagement of Prince Harry’s engagement to Ms. Meghan Markle was announced, I felt so happy, so purely, purely happy. I needed something like that after the weeks prior, and Prince Harry delivered. I will forever be grateful for the timing of his engagement.

When the engagement interview aired, I couldn’t believe that I was watching it with my own two eyes. I shut the phones off at work, locked the door, and even got my dad to watch with me. He was sitting there, mostly watching me. He’s not interested in the royals but he knew what this meant to me. Watching Harry and Meghan together, officially, for the first time, was everything to me. Everything. My heart soared watching him shiver at the word “husband,” hearing them talk of their trip to Botswana, hearing Meghan talk about William and Catherine’s support, hearing about her having tea with the Queen and the corgis... the entire time. I’m pretty sure I was a mixture of smiley and teary and ecstatic for the entire twenty minutes. I cannot begin to put into words the feeling. It was everything to me.

Did the engagement of Prince Harry to Ms. Meghan Markle bring peace on Earth? Did it end hunger and poverty and prejudice and violence, or fix the environment? No. Not at all. But on that day, on November 27, 2017, their engagement helped me. I have always, always loved Prince Harry, but their engagement sealed the deal for me. Their happiness that day saved me, if only for a little while. I will forever be grateful for the both of them for providing me that.

The first time I saw my grandma after the engagement, I joked about the two of us going to London to watch The Royal Wedding. She was 88, mostly bedridden, and couldn’t even make it out of the nursing home to come to Thanksgiving. Yet, we joked about going together. I would pick her up at the nursing home, I’d drive us to JFK, we’d get on the plane, and then I’d bring a wheelchair and wheel her to the wedding myself. We joked about it a lot. She didn’t even have a passport and there was no way she could sit through a six hour flight, but when I thought about going to London to watch Prince Harry’s wedding, for some reason, I always thought about bringing her with me.

Less than a month after their engagement was announced, my grandma died. 2:30 AM on the morning of December 26th, just barely missing Christmas. I won’t get into the details of that day, but I was heartbroken. I had just seen her the day before for Christmas Day, and she was happy and vibrant and full of life, and then she was gone. Just like that.

A few weeks later, I made a decision. I was going to England to watch The Royal Wedding, and I was going alone. My grandma would have been so happy, so proud - once I came back safely, that is.

The wedding came and went, and my trip to England came and went. I had a fantastic time. I cried the entire time watching Prince Harry and his bride, the new Duke and Duchess of Sussex, pledging their lives to each other in front of the world’s audience. It was an amazing experience and I will never regret getting on that plane. Never.

When I came home, I went to go see my grandma’s grave. The grass still hadn’t grown over where they buried her completely. I sat down in the grass, and told her, “I went to England, Grandma. I saw Prince Harry get married.”

When I think back to the engagement of Prince Harry and Ms. Meghan Markle, of course I think of the heartache and pain I was experiencing in my own personal life. But, more importantly, I think of the pure, unbridled joy that was in my heart when I read the good news. Their happiness made me happy. Their happiness continues to make me happy. I will never, ever apologize for that.

Today, I’m doing much better. Can I prove that my happiness started coming back after their engagement? No.

But, in my soul, I feel like parts of myself started coming back after I got on that plane to watch their wedding. I had lost myself to depression and anxiety for a long time, for many, many years before their relationship even started.

But, when I got on that plane, I felt myself coming back. For the first time in so long, I felt parts of myself coming back. And I can attribute that feeling of wholeness, of happiness, of pure joy, all the way back to the engagement of Prince Harry and Ms. Meghan Markle on November 27, 2017.

So when I hear, “Why do you care that Prince Harry got engaged/married? What does their relationship have to do with you?” I think, nothing. It has nothing to do with me. But their happiness, their well-being, that has everything to do with me. I never thought that two strangers across the pond could bring so much joy to my life, but I am forever, forever grateful that they did.

#my post #personal #long post #prince harry #duke of sussex #meghan markle #duchess of sussex

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multipikblog · 3 years

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baby moose

He was on the bus in the morning, he pulled me like my driver. Boys, baby banana mice are rare in our area, especially for children.Baby Moose We always saw them for a week, it was a bit confusing. Why not stay with their mother when she hears the time has come for her? But in the distance we saw Baby Moose. Something right away, mom started doing things. As we watched the child return to our home, I saw a small banana tree scattered around my sister hard It was hard to find a sacred place with something in it. They had to take care of two lakes that called the guards and tried to find us.

Sanctuary, but he knew it would come first. He asked if we were ready to return to these events for a few days, and we are very happy to be a part of their family. For weeks I feared like this great room in the silent heaven of Moses. Now the first thing we did was try to feed it. The smallest plants have very low energy because the breast milk lasts for a few days. I was a little scared because we thought they were a little scared, so I tried to stay with them to put it on. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT isn't for me either. It’s just another level, like their mother, but they have a big family around them. No, he smelled them when we went in or out, they played a little.

They know there is no food in the house, I am Sophie, right under the grass. Clover is active and loving. You play chocolate a little dark. I think sheep happen to play together. If they had fun, it was Moose Baby. Feeling good is a lot. I would never want to stand on their feet until they set out on real animals. They have a nature to allow me to regain their strength, they are ready to go out, they are ready to be a baby. Again we found a blessed place where they had to leave, և I cried so much that it was nice to know that. They traveled, lived in the forest as we should, I felt really stupid as a Muslim.

I got the message that the nurse holding the lead rope saw the baby moss clinging to her back. I lived then, I was like my god Bruce, who was still very young, but now. I saw him, I knew I had to take care of him, I knew it was for me. I dhererkeyga with everyone, and then some, They gave us a really hard bottle. I think it’s Moose Baby. It really reminded me that every minute I was with him was like that. Every time I was with him, he trusted me so much and cried. When I left all my relatives there, we pursued the relationship, I felt bad for the restaurant. And I slept in the barn, and you were always by my side. I got up, sat down, he sat down when everyone was out of the closet, I said, let's go out. We walked around, looked around a bit, and I said it was really amazing. Good fallen good girl because I am always proud every day.

I had to go to work All I wanted to do was go home and spend the best time of my life. He accepted me because unfortunately my mother was not late. But he still knew I could visit Cleo և Kim, the owner of the Media Center. It takes care of Baby Moose. And I know they are amazing people who take good care of little Emma. There may be deer here, but it is 160 acres with other animals. And I have real life, good news that I’m going to visit Emma several times a week. Going out և campaigns is still here և is good to try to be a good mother. I’m so in love, yes, the best thing that ever happened to me is so hard to describe. That’s what gave me something that everyone gave me. Before it seems like it’s over, I really enjoy Emma’s always fun time.A hastily abandoned child meets a terrible hero in time. Most dog owners know that a bag is suitable for any friend or anyone. When the other dog passes the old woman’s coat, she gives him a friendly kiss. As they go out, deer. The thief knocked on the door of another family’s home with his dog. The departure will amaze many dog friends, just like Mount Maine. His family has seen his dog waving at him and a lot of visitors.It was in their family’s yard, but a dog. The reaction to an amazing visit to the campsite gave us an unforgettable time. His entire family, owned and operated by Legend Lodge, is a family park. The legend of Maine Shannon is an abandoned deer city wall. They are constantly cared for by the animals. Anyway, in June 2018, he met an animal from the jungle. And we’re sure the other problems started at 5 a.m. Saturday. The Spentians spent the night in a dormitory. Shannon heard a horrible sound as the call came from the camps. Shannon was English when the girl called her mother.Synchronized with Miss Maggie Shannon, she decided to help, but very much so. Because then he wanted to adjust the thermosent, Shannon couldn’t call there. Call her a lost mother, this is the time when nature goes. About eight hours later, the camp owner called the prison guards. Two fleeing animals. The guards, Adrian and Nick Shannon, wrote on Facebook. We came to help Miss Maggie return to Brook in the shadows, but the problem was not solved. The boy returned to crying. So listen the same morning at 5:00 as my mother left Shannon.He wrote a few minutes before Shannon thought Miss Maggie would be her mother's head right away. So they settled the matter in one body and turned to another. Her intentions with Shannon left Miss Maggie alone for the 24th season. On Sunday morning, he did not see the little girl leaving Leo, a German Shepherd. An abandoned deer doll. The ground was surprised when the mouse met. Leo went around the camps and suddenly hit Miss Maggi. Yes, it turns out that the deer is not a mother, and passers-by and dogs want to know how Leo called them. We did not waste time on research, but the cooperation was not limited to small meetings. The lion met Miss Maggien. fight, then make friends with the Nazi Miss Maggie and Leon quickly. Before Shanon passed and today’s friendship went well.Early in the morning, Miss Maggie was with us all day and wanted to meet Shannon. He wrote that he was leaving 24 hours ago, and famous families were willing to leave all their family members behind. I’m looking for a six-day photo of the twenty-seven pounds moving here without help. She misses the deer. Miss Maggie loved it. Gratitude and walls are needed to prevent the secret between people and fashion. Shannon performed as a well-educated mother. He wrote a smoothie and called the vet. The doctors asked him to eat somewhere, so Shannon forced him to stay now. Emily and Leo were very happy with the deer.A dog you can’t imagine how much he loved, he wrote later. This afternoon, Adrian and Nick's bodyguards returned unharmed. Unfortunately, others may conclude that Miss Maggie has been pardoned. It was a sad time, but for the prison guards it was a great opportunity to hold an abandoned deer. Amanda Museum. Fuel for the fish and livestock sector. Dealtnye shared Miss Maggie with many abandoned animals and took her to the playground in Maine? Their guardians could give him everything he needed to be big and strong, not a bad god. For an abandoned bed, history has learned something important Read More...

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hellomynudebrain · 3 years

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Paths(Juminxreader) Part#17

After you argued , you closed the door of your room and promised yourself never speak to him again, but you never thought even once what was the real reason you were so mad with him. if it was because he brang Jihyun's memories back to you and insulted you or because he denided any kind of feeling he would have for you.

Several days have already passed.

Jumin and you only saw each other in the morning and before sleep, but none of you speak to each other. He tried to say good bye to you but you only *humb* and went away. After that you were feeling kinda of guilty about all that adn decided to cook for him adn surprised him, but he ignored you and end eat all the food and with stomachache.

After those failing atempts to patch things, the mood between both of you began to became weirder and weirder and the distance you both managed to close, now was even wider. And even Jumin and you began to look lame, because both of you used their cats as a sustitute to talk. Suddenly, Salem became Jumin and Elizabeth the 3th became you. And both of you talked with the cats as if you were having a real conversation with that person who was really in other room. The days passed and you continued with that lame behavior, until a fatal day. You went back to the penhouse after you had a rough day at work. The idea was to lock you up on your room and do the lame routine, but when you open the door from the penthouse, You saw something horrible. Salem was on the floor with blood on his belly. You were shocked but you took you jacket that you used that day and carry him and took him to a vet. But even if you were living with Jumin, you didn't know very well the neighborhood. But you were so desesperate that you ran with salem in your arms cover with your jacket from the penhouse. You were in such a hurry that you didn't notice that it was raining and couldn't find a vet near. Salem meow was weak and began to feel cold over the jacket, the blood began to stain all your jacket. You were about to cry, but then a light let you blind. It was Jumin's limo. He park on the corner of the street, got down his window and yelled.

"What are you doing here?! It's raining, dummy!"

You felt relieve seeing him yelled at you so much that you tears stoped for a minute, but they ended up got out when you began to speak.

"Jumin! Salem is hurt. I need a vet, help him, please!"

Jumin didn't hesitage and let you in the limo. You were wet, with puffy eyes and cover with blood, but even so he hugged you.

"Everything is going to be fine. Let me take care of it. Driver Kim! To the Sunshine vet!”

He hugged you all the way to the vet and helped to stop the hemorrhage from Salem, he even stained all her suit with blood too. Inmediatly, he carried Salem and run to the entrance. It was really late, but he knocked and yelled really hard.

"YOOSUNG,OPEN THE DOOR!"

Then the lights that were all off, turned on and a blond guy with red glasses opened the door.

"Jumin! What a surprise! What happened?"

"Yoosung I need you to help him, please!"

The blond guy took Salem in his arms and yelled to one of the nurses on the vet.

"I need you to arrange the quirofan!"

"But doctor, weren't you going home?"

" I can talk with my girlfriend later, NOW GO!"

"Yes, sir"

You see all the doctor and nurses move all over the place.

"Mr. Han and Miss Han. Here... Towels... Just take a seat o the waiting room"

"Thank you, I'll take my wife and wait"

In another situation, you could answer back, but after that and the hard day on work, you follow him to the waiting room. You were the only ones there. The tik tok fron the clock was the only one making some kind of noise. This time, the atmosphere wasn't tense or awkard, it was depressing. Jumin try to talk with you many times, but you weren't listen in. You were scared and trembling. You didn't want to lose Salem. It was the only conection with Jihyun. If you lose Salem, you lose Jihyun. On your insides, you prayed to god maybe he would had listened, maybe he wouldn't had. Meanwhile you were out form reality, Jumin again noticed how you were feeling. So he took you in his arms and hugged you. You felt so confortable that you fell asleep so deeply that you couldn’t hear his voice anymore, and it was good for him because all his feelings got out from him at that moment.

" I'm sorry, my love. The truth is that I love you. When I went back and see the penhouse a mess and I didn't find you or Salem... I thougth you maybe left me... I took the limo and saw you in the street all wet, worried and with so much blood that...again... I thougth the worst scenario...but now I know you are here with me"

An hour and a half passed. You were so asleep and Jumin without noticed, he was carresing your head, it looked like nothing could get you out from the deep sleep, but suddenly the door from the waiting room opened, but it wasn't Yoosung. It was a petite, brunnette with brown skin. The sound made from the door was so loud tat made you fliched.

" Helloooo, Jumin and his misstres!"

"Ali don't call her like that...and why are you here?"

"I came to picked Yoosung since he couldn't go home and get worried....By the way, the cat in the surgery room is yours?"

"...Yes, why?"

"Don't worry everything is gonna be ok, even if he doesn't make it, it's gonna be ok" "...excuse me?! My cat is gonna be ok and you're talking about your boyfriend skills, don't you trust him?"

"Oh, I do trust him and know he is really good at his job, but sometimes life only sucks, but that doesn't mean you have to stock on the past"

"Ali...! "

"You are talikng about my precious cat, he is being with me since....two years ago"

You wanted to say that Salem was being with you since Jihyun and you started to dated, but you felt like name him it wasn't a good idea, but you didn't know why.

"...mmm...For what I read from Salem's archive, he isn't a young cat"

"...no, he is..not"

"Ajam...then don't you think it's time to let him go?”

"Ali!"

"Jumin...I'm talking with her, not you...so....Ahem...look, sometimes Yoosung told me that I'm rude to people because I'm to sincere, but I mean what I'm saying....When he and I started to date, on our third date my hamster died. Sugarfluff was with me over 4 years, I was sad but he told me that maybe it was its time to leave and I gave it my best to take care of it and it was a signal from it to give love to some other animal....I wouldn't undertand what he said at that moment ,but he hugged me and told me that maybe one day I would undestand...and I did, now we have a Lisa and she is the most precious pet that I have with him..."

"But..."

"Look, the pain is going to be there for a while, but Salem wants you to move on and love another pet on the way....maybe is a signal from the god of pets to help you move on"

All Ali said made your head spined around and made you conffussed, but she was right because after a few minutes apart since she came to waiting room, Yoosung entered with sad eyes.

"...Sorry, Jumin. I did what I could but...I couldn't make it... Salem died"

The news stabed your heart once again, the last conection with Jihyun was lost, you were lost. You couldn't stand up, but Jumin hold you and hugged you while you were crying.

Finally when you could calm down, Yoosung came with another cup of hot chocolate that Ali brought.

"Here..take it. It might help you to feel better"

" *sniff*...Thank you..."

" I heard from Jumin all that Ali said to you....She's not bad, but sometimes she tends to go overboard and hurt people on the process without notice..."

"Don't apologize, she was right, it's hard to broke a bond with a pet...or a person. They sometimes are really significative for your life, but it's hard....but I don't want to break that bond...I'm refusing..."

" I get you, that's why I only want to help you to feel better, only standing by your side as a good friend"

"...What do you mean?"

"Ali told you about the third date talk, right?"

"..yes, she did"

"Well...before I met her...someone that I admired...changed and never came back to be herself again...I was sad and cry so many times...but then after a few weeks since then... I met Ali. She came from the robotic department to the vet deparment because they needed us to work together for a proyect....you may not belive it, but i fell in love at first sight when I saw her. That day like a train the love and truth hit me...It was my time to move on and I did...and now I finished my major...I got a work really fast when I finished and I have a grilfriend who I'm proud...maybe this is your signal to move on"

"Yeah, maybe it is....but just for today I want to torn everything apart, make a tantrum and feel miserable because I lost a friend...just today"

"Yes, but at least you have a cup of cocoa"

"hahaha...I know the reason Ali fell for you...You're a sweet guy"

"...hehehe...You're making me blush...hehehe...same as you. I know why Jumin fell for you...you are really honest"

After that, you kept silence with Jumin jacket on your back, a cup of delicous cocoa and a sweet guy next to you. You cried but the pain was less hurtful. The next day, Jumin got up and he was ready to take breakfast and go to work, but you deciced to repayed him. So you got up earlier and cooked the breakfast and a luch box nad everything was already set on the table.

"Good morning!..."

"Good mor...ning"

"...amh...I made you the breakfast. I asked the chef what you usually eat in the morning and cooked it...Ah! and I cooked a lunch box too."

".Thank you..."

"...You know, you help me with Salem and...I wasn't fair with you...you told me everything and...I didn't told you everything...*sniff*...I'm sorry...that's why ...just give me a few days...and talk about it, please *sobbing*"

Jumin saw you sobbing and broke, this time he didn't stand only wantching you...he rushed to you and hugged you.

"It's fine"

"No, it's not"

"No, it isn't, but soon it will be"

The following days, you were sad, but after a quite day of work, you began to undertand for real the words from Ali and Yoosung. This time was your oportunity to move on for real. You didn't get anything from Jumin and you really got obsessed and hurted Jumin and yourself in the process. Yoosung maybe was rigth, maybe it was really a signal from god to cut the ties with a lost love and this time you knew what to do.

That afternoon, you talked with Jumin about that.

"Jumin, can you fix your day off with mine adn bring me to your villa?"

"Sure, I can do that. Why? If you can be kind to tell me"

"I promise that I'll tell you that day. I just want to go, but this time sober and with daylight"

"...Fine..let me arrage it"

A day before your day off. You looked for the bag where your wedding dress was with all the other stuff which one you found it on you closet. You thought that maybe Jumin saw what was inside, but for your surprise, it wasn´t like that. Everything was settled. Jumin was ready on a discreet car, like it was possible for him. You were ready with the bag, a shovel and Salem's ashes that Yoosung gave you. The trip was kinda long, but the distance between you and Jumin was lessen since that day, what it meant you talk about your jobs and made silly jokes, so at the end the trip didn't feel so long.

When finally, you arrived. you took the shovel and begin to dig. Jumin offered his help, but you refused it. Two hours have passed and the hole finally is deep enough. You asked Jumin to help you get out from there and finally you spoke with him.

"Jumin, thank you for all the help you have given me and to surrendered to all my selfish request, but this time I have to do it, too. "

"...Sorry, i don't quite understand it"

"I accept your request because I wanted to know why Jihyun left me...but I was hurting myself in the process, that's why I am going to show you what I have in the bag"

"No! You must'n. It's personal to you"

"No, Jumin. You were honest with me and i have to do the same...so"

"...Alright....my time is yours today"

"I have my wedding dress, the wedding ring he gave me, photographs from him and me and that was why I have to bury them together with Salem"

"WHAT?! What are you doing?! that's important for you!"

"Yes, and for that reason I have to closed this chapter of my life. It's time to move on."

#fanfic #juminmysticmessenger #paths #yoosungmysticmessenger #cat #angst #mc

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juminsmysticmc · 6 years

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A non planned beach day

Pairings: Yoosung x Mc Ending: Angst, Death, mention of Suicide

This story is based on a true story of mine but please keep in mind, that it’s only based. Enjoy the story ~

It was a windy day when Yoosung came back home from work. Just when you heard the door and his lovely voice call for you, you rushed to him. ,,I‘m home!“ ,,Welcome home, dear!“ you greeted him and kissed his cold lips. You let them on his until they were warm enough. Yoosung enjoyed that very warmth. The warmth he loved so much. You could feel his smile below your lips and pressed his mouth against yours. When you finally parted, he was panting. You took his coat and smiled at him, your lipstick now a bit smudged. He liked that view, he was the one who did it like that.

,,What was that kiss for, Mc?“ he asked you and took off his shoes. ,,Mhhh...well...“ you mumbled and opened your jacked to show him your perfect body in a beautiful bikini. ,,Let’s go to the beach!“ you grinned. He looked at you, his eyes were big and he immediately blushed in a red tone. Yoosung quickly looked away and tried to mumble a no. ,,What...? Is my body bad...?“ you acted as if you were hurt. Of course he was afraid and whined. ,,No...! It has nothing to do with you!“ he tried to calm you. He really didn’t know what to do. Hug you? Kiss you? ,,It’s because you’re way too perfect...“ he explained and blushed once again. ,,Let’s go to the pool!“ he told you. But you still pounded. ,,No~ I want to go to the beach!“ you acted like a child. No way you would go to the pool. It was so warm today and you could imagine, that the warm breeze would be amazing on your skin. Especially on your pale skin. ,,Okay okay...but I still need to change the clothes.“ he announced. This notice made your heart flutter. You went off to prepare a few snacks.

A few minutes later your husband was ready to go and followed you to the car while he helped you to get the parasol and a few towels in the back of the car. He sniffed after the hard work and opened the door for you, just like he always did. And then started the loud motor. You were so happy...

You observed the nature as he quickly drove to the nearest beach. Yoosung was still unsure. It was so windy today. He was sure that the waves were really unruly. And he was right because as soon as the two of you arrived at the beach you could already see high waves and just a few people. But you still were happy and enjoyed the salty breeze. While you unpacked your things, Yoosung tried to pose the parasol.

,,Argh! Mc it’s so windy that it keeps falling over!“ he whined and wanted to look to you after a relative warm breeze toppled over the big yellow parasol. ,,Huh?“ he mumbled to himself as he tried to search you. He found you while you entered the water blue water. The high waves crushed against the little pebbles and a few spatter met his lips, leaving a salty taste. The sound of the waves should calm him, just like a beautiful melody. But something about that sound was scary. He was afraid. It drove him crazy. ,,Mc! Wait for me!“ he screeched and tried to walk on the little pebbles. You gazed at his silly behavior as he tried to enter the water and decided to give him a reward. You looked around you and found big rocks with crabs and sparkling shells.

,,Hehe, if I give him a crab, he will cry...“ you muttered to yourself and chuckled a bit at the thought of his scared face. ,,That shell is beautiful...“ you admired the brown shell and tried to grab it. Without noticing you were surrounded by hard rocks who scraped your skin. Your heartbeat accelerated in fear. You quickly searched Yoosung who tried to swim over to you. ,,Yoosung don’t come here...!“ you tried to scream as loud as possible. The waves crushed against the rocks and were louder than your sweet voice. Yoosung looked at you with surprised eyes but thought that you were joking. ,,Not funny!“ he yelled back and tried to swim to you even through the waves were so strong and pushed him back. ,,Yoosung!“ you cried out as a wave pushed your head under water. ,,Mc! Don’t play such games!“ he snapped but quickly noticed that you weren’t playing.

,,MC!“ he yelled and tried to come. His heart ached as you were pushed a second time under water. It felt like a lifetime when he finally reached you, your skin wizened from the water. He hugged you as strong as he could afford it and tried to have some maintain on a rock but slipped. Just when he thought that he could lift you up he slipped for the second time, this time unexpectedly, and fell into the cold blue water again. He tried to paddle but quickly noticed that as he did so he came to touch the rocks.

,,HELP!“ he cried with you in his arms, already bemused by the whole water. Without thinking twice about it he tried to push you with all his strength to the place he was before. He thought that he could at least save you, his love of his live. But he didn’t thought that you would react the way you did. ,,No, I‘m not going to leave you here alone!“ you cried and spited salty water. You were a bit fuzzy but could still think clearly. You wished you went to the pool in that very moment. Just before you could reach him the water pushed you once again under the water. Unfortunately you were pushed that hard that you hit your head at a rock.

,,Mc?! Mc?!!!“ Yoosung cried when he lost sight of you. The cold water felt like hell, his tremblings hands were trying to paddle through the water and search a glimpse of you. ,,Mc?! MC!!“ he called you. All of a sudden strong arms pulled him out and was sitting on the slippery rocks surrounded by life guards. His salty tears were now mixed with sea water. His red eyes looked at the unknown men. ,,My wife! My wife is still in the water!“ he cried and grabbed the man by the collar. With his last strengths he jolted the man. ,,I‘m sorry...“ the man mumbled and looked to sea. Yoosung was petrified when he saw you lifeless body floating in the water.

Your body now already blue. Yoosung couldn’t remember what happened afterwards. He just knew that he found himself in a white bright room. The taste of the salty water was still there, the warmth of your kiss already vanished. The fishy smell was sticked in his skin. Yoosung felt as if his whole body was numb. He was still shocked. Everyone tried to talk to him, his crying mother, who was sorry for him. Jaehee who was about to denounce whoever was fault at the situation and the doctor who was trying to find out if he was hurt. But he just looked away. His ears couldn’t listen to them anymore.

His heart was still beating quickly and his trembling hands never stopped to tremble. Just like the tears who kept floating down his red cheeks. When everyone decided to leave the vet, Yoosung had a flashback. The sight of your white dress, the first time he saw you at the party and the chats the two of you had. While he thought about these happy moments a few tears of happiness slipped out of his eyes. And just like a bad nightmare everything turned out black and the sight of your blue body appeared in front of his eyes. Yoosung Kim was sure that it was his fate. It was fate, that he had to lose the people who were important to him. The ones who could understand him the best had to die. He promised that he wouldn’t do it anymore but he couldn’t do but think about Rika who also died. So, in the end you maybe were similar to Rika. Much more than he ever wished...

This night he had troubles to fall asleep. Yoosung would wake up every two hours. Your voice echoed in his head, the moment he allowed you to go to the beach was replaying in his head and as if he could read your lips he saw your last words. To make him fall asleep the nurse decided to give him some pills. The next day Yoosung observed the blue sky. As if nothing happened yesterday, he thought. As if the sea was never agitated. Just like a terrible nightmare he looked outside at the blue sky. There was just the sun and the infinity sky.

,,Huh?“ he had to blink a few times. But yes, it was really you, who smiled at him while he looked at the sky. You looked at him and tried to grab his soft hand, the one you loved so much. And he let you do it....and followed you. Because Yoosung would follow you everywhere. And he wasn’t sad anymore after he was walking with you.

,,Do you think it was suicide?“ Zen cried at the funeral. ,,His body was found below his window with a blood pool so I would assume it was suicide.“ Jumin explained. ,,I think it was a hallucination that drove him to the window.“ Luciel guessed and transported a picture. The picture showed the two of you on your wedding day. On that day the two of you looked so happy and relaxed and Seven came to ask himself if you looked like that even now, in you blue paradise up there....

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mystic-messenger-writing · 7 years

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What about rfa discovering they got a terminal illness and having to tell MC and they rest of the group? Would it differ if MC isn't their S/O but just a close friend instead?

Oh my gosh anonny you hit me right in the feels! I kind of realized that I didn’t make MC their friend but their partner, I’m so sorry about that but hey that just means more angst right? But seriously if you want me to change it, let me know! I almost cried like five times when writing this that’s why they’re so long oops. But I hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Yoosung

For the past couple of days, Yoosung had a persistent pain in his chest and a terrible cough

He didn’t think much of it, just assuming it was a cold and continued his work at the vet clinic

One day when you went for a surprise visit to give Yoosung his lunch, he greeted you with a huge smile

As the two of you went to the break room, Yoosung felt dizzy and started coughing up blood, passing out in the process

You screamed for anyone to help as you held Yoosung unconscious body, both of you covered in his crimson blood

After being rushed to the hospital, you held Yoosung’s hand tightly as he laid in the hospital bed, the doctor then entered the room

He gave the two of you a sympathetic look and told you both that Yoosung had a form of incurable lung cancer and that he had three months left to live

You burst into tears at the doctor’s words but felt a warm hand wipe your tears away

Yoosung smiled sadly at you, tears of his own forming, as he reassured you that everything would be okay

The two of you immediately told the RFA members, all whom were stunned and saddened by the news

But you were determined to make Yoosung’s final months the happiest because you knew that your boyfriend deserved it

You brought Yoosung his laptop and played LOLOL with him at the hospital, cooked some homemade meals that made his eyes light up with happiness, and even brought Lisa to help comfort him

The day of dreading came at last, you desperately gripped onto Yoosung’s bony hand as you stared at his pale face, the tears never ceasing their flow

Yoosung still smiled at you, giving your hand one last squeeze as he told you his final words

“You’ve given my life so much happiness MC, thank you. Please live a long and healthy life for me. I love you so, so much MC.”

And with that, Yoosung’s breathing and what felt like your entire world stopped

Zen

Since claiming another lead role, Zen was practicing his butt off for his upcoming musical

He had recently been garnering more attention to his superb acting skills meaning more lead roles

Even though he tried to ignore it, Zen could feel the strain on his body, specifically his chest area

You came to pick up Zen from rehearsals one night only to find your fiancé passed out with his co-actors panicking as they called an ambulance

Zen was hooked up to countless medical machines as you gripped his fingers, brushing back his silver hair to try and ease his nerves

But when the doctor came in and told the two of you that Zen had an incurable heart disease, you both felt your worlds shatter

Tears streamed down your face as the doctor said that Zen only had two months to live, making the pain in Zen’s chest even greater

Once the doctor left you roughly wiped away your tears as you promised Zen to give him the happiest two months imaginable

Within the next few weeks, you and Zen held your wedding in the hospital room, with the RFA members being there as witnesses and supportive friends

Zen cried the moment he saw you in your wedding dress as he did his best to sit up on the awkward hospital bed

The ceremony was short but heart-felt, all who were present in the room crying, especially when Zen sealed your vows with a kiss as he started crying harder at the realization that he didn’t have much longer to see his new wife

After the wedding, you visited Zen everyday to cuddle close to him in the hospital bed as the two of you enjoyed each other’s presence, knowing that it would last for much longer

Once the day arrived, you looked down at Zen’s weak body, wrapping your arms around him as you cried into the crook of his neck

He weakly put his arms around you, kissing you for one final time as he bid his farewell

“You’ve truly made me the happiest man alive MC, I’m so honored to be your husband. I’m going to watch you so you be happy okay? I love you now and forever MC.”

And with that, Zen breathed his last as he touched your wedding ring one more time before you realized that you became a widow

Jaehee

The amount of work that Jaehee had recently was becoming ridiculous

Many employees quit due to their tyrannical boss so Jaehee had to pick up their slack

Jaehee ended up staying at the office for incredibly long hours at a time

Knowing she needed a rest, one day you marched into the office building to tell Jumin off only to see medics inside

You saw the medics carrying Jaehee away, who wore a look of sheer pain, to the ambulance truck

Going with them, you and Jaehee arrived at the hospital as the nurses called for the doctor

You felt sick with nerves but you smiled at Jaehee as you told her that the two of you would be home soon enough

Except when the doctor came in, he delivered the horrific news that Jaehee had developed Leukemia and that her body would shut down in three months

The two of you stared at each other, shocked by the news but you decided to make Jaehee’s life memorable in the best way

You and Zen put on small performances for her, you brought her a variety of coffees to try, and calmed her down with sweet kisses

Seeing her health slowly demolish broke your heart, especially when her final day arrived

Tears stained your cheeks as you used both of your hands to hold her one hand, kissing her cheek as you told her how much you loved her

Jaehee shakily gave you a final kiss on the cheek, saying her final word to you

“Thank you so much for everything MC, you’ve filled my life with so much happiness. Please never forget that I will always love you no matter what.”

You smiled through tears at the now lifeless Jaehee, knowing that you would always be loved even if she wasn’t physically with you

Jumin

Even if his employees saw him as a tyrannical boss, Jumin worked them and himself to become the best members of society

He always wanted to push those around himself to help reach their abilities, which meant working long and tireless hours

You knew just how hard Jumin worked so you visited him at lunch one day as you each told each other about your day

Jumin suddenly stopped, blinked a few times, and looked into your eyes and with confusion in his own asked who you were

You didn’t even have enough time to respond since Jumin put a hand to his head and fell to the ground, wincing at the pain

After going to the hospital, Jumin seemed somewhat normal again except when the doctor entered the room, he had terrible news

He said that Jumin developed an incurable form of Alzheimer’s disease and that he had around two months until he forgot everything, including how to breathe

You clutched onto Jumin’s hand, pulling him in for a hug as you cried into his shoulder as he softly comforted you

Even with Jumin’s wealth, no doctor could cure his disease so you declared that you would make sure to always be there for Jumin until the end

Everyday you’d visit Jumin the hospital, most of the time having to introduce yourself since he had forgotten who you were

The RFA members would come by to visit as well, most of them being sympathetic towards the two of you

You bring him some wine to taste, photos of past RFA parties, and even introduced him to Elizabeth the third every time you visited

Jumin would always comment on how lucky he was to have you as a girlfriend and would listen with a smile on his face as you recalled past dates and times that the two of you spent together

The last day that Jumin would be alive was a day full of tears and heartbreak

You kept telling him how much you love him and that you always would

Jumin smiled sadly at you as he pulled out a tiny box with a ring inside as he slipped it onto your finger as he told you his final farewell

“From what I can remember, I love you so much MC. You’re kindness knows no bounds and I was lucky to have you in my life. Take care of yourself and Elizabeth for me my love.”

Jumin closed his eyes for an eternal slumber while your heart would be in its own eternal sadness

Seven

For the first time in his life, Seven was truly happy

He had you, the love of his life, his brother saved, and you and Seven were expecting your first child

The darkness in Seven’s life had finally faded away and was replaced with light that he never thought he could possibly have

One day you and Seven went out to go for a walk in the park, chatting happily

You saw a beautiful little flower in the ground and went to pick it but Seven didn’t want you to strain yourself so he bent down to get it for you

But Seven suddenly collapsed, you panicked and screamed for help as you cradled your husband in your arms

Once at the hospital, you squeezed Seven’s hand as the doctor came in to tell you two the news

Seven’s internal organs were failing, resulting in a terminal illness that left him three months to live

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling as you held onto Seven’s hand, but he smiled at you and kissed your tears away

It seemed like the darkness was returning, this time permanently, but you wanted to still be his light

You brought Seven tons of bags of Honey Buddha Chips, brought Saeran along to visit and eat ice cream together, and most importantly, took Seven with you to your ultrasound appointments

Seven was only able to go to one of your ultrasound appointments, but you would bring him pictures of your tiny child growing inside you

He wept when you handed him the photos, clutching your belly as he apologized for not being able to help you raise their child

But you reassured him that everything would be okay since you knew he would always watch over them

When the time came, you held Seven in your arms as he rested his feeble hands on your belly, saying his final words to his wife and unborn child

“Please live a happy life for me MC. And I finally decided what we should call our little boy, Sae-yoon. I love you both so much, never forget that.“

After he passed away, you and Sae-yoon would visit Seven’s grave, both of you smiling because you knew that crazy man would always be watching over the two of you

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger Yoosung #mystic messenger Zen #mystic messenger Jaehee #mystic messenger Jumin #mystic messenger Seven #Such a feels headcanon omg #I never want to imagine the Mystic Messenger peeps dying aww

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zairehyun-blog · 7 years

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do ask memes :o

ALL OF THEM!? ON THE ENTIRE WEBSITE!? no but since i love you i will ~

Halloween asks : done

‘Let’s get personal’: done

Sweet asks:

vanilla - how has your week been?

An honest to god mess, but that’s okay. It’ll get better soon~

chocolate - what do you crave right now?

Attention.

red velvet - what type of music do you like?

All tbh

ice cream - if you were an animal, what kind would you be?

I WOULD BE RILAKKUMA (u may be like zaire that’s not an animal. shhh let me be rilakkuma)

cake - describe your ideal location

like.. im just gonna say what i consider home

new zealand or osaka 💫

mocha - what are three things that make you feel warm inside?

my bby

the stars

writing abt my day at night

frosting - describe your appearance

uhm Mmmm i don’t know how i would.

marshmallow - do you sleep with plushies? if so, which are your favorites?

I DO INDEED i sleep with my moomin

sorbet - describe an ideal summer day

Going on adventures ;; especially car rides n stuff like that ✨

butterscotch - describe an ideal autumn day

going outside and walking around and the cold wind n i m happy it’s autumn 🍂

caramel - describe an ideal winter day

DRINKING HOT CHOCOLATE AND WATCHING TV IN AN OVERSIZED SWEATER WHILE IT SNOWS AND THEN GOING OUTSIDE TO PLAY IN THE SNOW ❄️

pecan - describe an ideal spring day

sitting outside n just enjoying all the flowers c”:

mint - what’s new in your life?

my bby

pie - “home is where…”

he is

macaroon - list three things you feel inspired to do

draw again

to cosplay

2 mAKE HOT CHOCOLATE NOW

Send me a number:

1: where are you from?

I was born in London but I was raised in New Zealand

2: how old are you?

I’m 18

3: when is your birthday?

March 13th

4: what is your favorite music genre?

It all depends on my mood

5: religious?

Yes

6: do you believe in ghosts?

Yes

7: would you want to be immortal?

Yes and no, I would hate to lose everyone who isn’t but I would love to see how the world will evolve idk

8: favorite book?

Alice in Wonderland

9: favorite song?

MIC DROP ASJGHSD

10: favorite band/singer?

I have too many but between bts and exo :3

11: sexual preference?

Indifferent to gender

12: virgin? If not, how old were you when you had sex for the first time?

No & 16

13: do you drink, if yes, tell me what?

Nah.

14: do you smoke?

15: ever did drugs?

16: ever visit a festival?

Yes

17: do you have pets? tell me about them!

I have 2 cats ✨

Ayumu & Kiyoshi

18: how many countries have you been to?

A lot , my dads travel 2 much

19: do you speak another language besides english? If yes, write a sentence in that language!

Korean - 안녕 사랑해!

Japanese - やあ、君を愛している！

and Arabic - مرحبا انا احبك!

They all say Hi, I love you! C:

20: vegan, vegetarian or meat eater?

21: be creative! write a short story about something that comes into your mind!

ASGIJSDHKJf i hate

one day we all heard zayn left the band and it was the worst day ever like they had a song called the best day ever no bitch this is the worst day ever and we all went 2 bed and it was all a mutual dream we all had (WTF WAS THIS ASKJGHKSD)

22: put your iPod on shuffle and tell me the first 10 songs

i don’t have my phone near me either

23: grab the nearest book and give me the last sentence of page 124

I have no books near me....

24: tell me about your crush

i’m answering his ask

25: any weird habits?

If i get scared i start sucking on the back of my thumb

26: ever been rude to a teacher?

Yeah

27: ever talked to yourself?

I always do...

28: extrovert or introvert?

In the middle

29: the most embarrassing moment in your life?

WHEN MY DAD GOT DRUNK AND STARTED FLIRTING wITH MY OTHER DAD AND WAS LIKE “u single”

and my other dad said “no.” and MY daD cRIEd AJHKGDS

30: what keeps you going?

🍯 you c: 🍯

31: ever thought about suicide?

Always

32: do you suffer from a mental illness?

Yeah

33: I'm bored, tell me something funny that happened to you!

I once fell down a flight of stairs because I thought someone was walking up them and I wanted to beat them, but like as I was falling I realised I was walking downstairs and no one was there.

34: your 5 favorite blogs

1. @spook-hyun

2. @lucidyeol

3. @hosvoks

4. @ultchen

5. any suggestion blog tbqh

35: 10 facts about yourself

1. I can bend my pinky all the way back lmao

2. It took me one night to learn Korean :’)

3. I’m a self taught artist

4. the first cat I ever had, I randomly found and I nursed him back to health and he never left me C:

5. I used to want to be a vet/or just someone around animals at all times

6. I used to live by the ocean and yet i’m lowkey afraid of it askJGHKSD

7. I started this blog as a safe space ✨

8. I have a twin sister who’s older than me by a minute

9. I have a younger sister who still calls me her little brother....

10. i’m madly in love

36: 3 things you like about yourself

Nothing

37: 3 things you hate about yourself

Everything

38: biggest turn on?

AHEH IM NOT DISCLOSING THAT I have a stalker who’s gonna try shit so no

29: biggest turn off?

someone who’s controlling. ;e; like i get if you’re like warning me abt something but if you’re like thisthen yeah fuck off.

30: when did you join tumblr?

January 2014

Luxury Asks:

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

AHA YALL READY FOR THIS

I wash my face n then i brush my teeth and then i put lotion on and i change and then i drink green tea and watch anime lmao and that’s it

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

You

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

AHEH HOW DO U THINK I GOT HYUN

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

I mean, if it’s for a shopping spree for good reason (like u got cheated on and are trying to make yourself happy) then yeah, but if you do it everyday then no

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

lots of oversized sweaters and jeans and cosplay outfits

glitter: describe someone special to you.

His eyes look like honey when the sun shines on them and every time it happens I fall in love

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

mY DADS KIMCHI COME FOR ME

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

Go go because

“I want to be cruisin’ on the bayI want to be cruisin’ like NemoNo money but I wanna go far awayI don’t have money but I wanna relaxNo money but I wanna eat Jiro Ono’s sushi

Worked hard to get my payGonna spend it all on my stomachPinching pennies to spend it all on wasting itLeave me be, even if I overspendEven if I break apart my savings tomorrowLike a crazy guy”

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

My happiness

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

If I remember the definition correctly

kinda? but I stopped being that way

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

n...no not at all lmAO unless it’s like at a comic con or something like that then yeah

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

I open up to people when I feel comfortable with them, like, I seem really shy and reserved but I open up to everyone I meet as long as I’m comfortable.

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

AAAH my old house

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

Ironically my cologne is really strong but it’s not so strong you’re like *dies inside*, it’s like, it’s strong so you remember it and if you smell it somewhere, you’re like “Zaire?”

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

I HYPE MYSELF UP AND THEN I GET READY LMAO

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

AUTUMN AUTUMN AUTUMN LIKE

AUTUMN ABT TO TURN WINTER YES

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

this oversized as FUcK black sweater that says “fuck off” in japanese on the sleeves asghsdjkfl

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity?

drinking tea while watching anime

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

Inner

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

I’ll draw on the wall and then i’ll paint over it??? unless i rlly rlly like it

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

ew summer

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

Well,

one dad acts all normal and like he’s not drunk and he makes perfect sense and he’s fully aware of everything and can walk perfectly and cook

my biological dad on the other hand is all emotional and affectionate n happy n soft lMAO so i guess i’d be like my biological dad

wow bby i hope you enjoyed this

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observationnationstation · 7 years

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The Path To Froopy Land

“It was just more practical to sequester you before I had to start, you know, cloning a replacement for every less-than-polite little boy or gullible animal that might cross your socio-path.”

Let’s dive a little deeper into that gullible animal bit, shall we?

Warning: mature content. Animal abuse and gore. Also these are all drabbles. I do not spell check or recheck them before posting.

Even at a young age the girl acted like her father. Science enthralled her as if it were part of her. But not science in a mechanical way. Not one of dimensions and creating. Oh no. The science that gnawed on her constantly was biology. The way flesh intertwined with blood to create something living. Fascinating even at her young age.

She managed to catch a squirrel once. It trashed in her grip, already wounded, and chittered away in an attempt to free itself. Beth chewed on her lip, peering behind her shoulder at the house. Inside she could hear her parents voices, raising and falling in volume.

They wouldn’t notice. The six year old was sure if it.

So she makes her way to the shed with the wounded animal held tightly in a way to keep it from biting at her flesh. In truth there were tools in the garage that would be more useful, probably, but she wasn’t allowed in there if her father wasn’t there. Even than she was shooed away more often than not.

Almost gingerly she places the squirrel inside an old box with random items left to rot. She clasps it close before twirling around. She hums to herself as she looks for the old forgotten tools that were replaced at one point or another.

A giggle escapes as she finds when she needs, placing an array of tools on the chipping desk neatly. Once done she places her hands on her hips, smiling because she loves to play surgeon. Though she isn’t very good /yet/ she had to keep trying. Trying like Daddy does until he finally makes his invention.

She grabs the squirrel out of the box by the scruff of the neck. It seems weaker now, chest rising and falling like a humming birds wing.

Well, one that she hadn’t failed to fix anyway.

“It’s okay Mr. Squirrel.” She reassures. “Doctor Beth is here to help.” And with her left hand she pins the squirrel to the surface of the desk. She debates where it’d be best to restrain the animal with minimal damage. Knocking them out or making them sleep was impossible without killing them. So she had to make do with what she could find.

Without second thought she picked up a heavy metal object and pressed it into the scruff of the animals neck. Smoothing the flesh onto the table she brings the tool down.

Thunk!!

Eeeeeeeeeck!! eerk eeeerkk!!

The staple gun pierced the flesh like butter, connecting the creature below her. She hums as she ignores the sharp, pained squeals of the animal and continues to staple it completely to the table. The entire time she soothes it with promises that she was there to help. It would all be /okay/.

A new ruby red smears across old browned stains of blood along the table. With the belly exposed she could really see the way the chest swelled and emptied at an amazing speed, irregular and frantic as the animal realized it wouldn’t be escaping today.

“Now we begin.” She states, turning her head as if talking to an invisible person. “Now, nurse. Scalpel. I know it looks like a-a simple broken arm but…but…i think there is something wrong with his heart.” Her head turns pitifully toward the animal. “But we will fix him right up! Now scalpel!” She demanded before snatching the tool up. Changing the pitch in her voice as she answered herself. “Yes Doctor Sanchez, right away Doctor Sanchez.”

She runs a finger down the animals exposed stomach, feeling dizzy with excitement bubbling and popping within her. Than, slowly and precisely, she presses the tip of the kitchen knife into the squirrel ribs. It’s shrill cries consistently ring in the air. She ignores the blood leaking everywhere as she pries it’s ribs apart. They crack like small twigs between her fingers. The animal is making noises she hasn’t heard before. Gutteral and broken shrieks and chitters as she digs around the animals insides with her fingers. She tries to not let it distracted her. It was the first time she got to practice with a squirrel. More often than not it was just birds with broken wings.

Sling shots did a lot more damage than Beth originally thought. She practiced a lot and daddy even praised her when she could knock off beer cans from the fence.

The young child didn’t even notice when the animal stilled with a few last desperate noises. She was to enthralled with the heart she’d carefully pulled from it’s chest. The flesh like arteries snapping like old rubber bands.

She frowned though. It was bigger than the birds hearts she caught but still much to small. It was another failed attempt. She sighs in frustration as she sets the organ in the table. She pulls open the drawer and grabs a sandwich baggie, ones she saved from her school lunches so her mother wouldn’t notice things going missing again. She plucks the heart from the table and drops it into the bag. She twists it up and sets it next to the other baggies she filled with other failed attempts at gaining a good enough heart.

She pokes at one of the older bags, now more a puddle of brown mush than a pinkish lump. A small smear of red lingers on the plastic as she pulls her hand away, slamming the drawer shut. So gathering a bunch of little hearts wouldn’t work either. They went bad too fast.

In her rage she tugs the dead squirrel from the table. Fingers digging into the wet warm fur. The skin makes a squelch like noise when it slowly rips free from the stables. An agitated grunt escapes her as the intestines smack against her hand. She squeezes her hand around the middle to keep most of the organs inside as she stomps out the door, the long tube of pink dragging along the dusty wooden planks of the shed as she went.

She stops dead in her tracks when she swings the door open and a few paces away stands her father. She falters, lip quivering, because he wasn’t supposed to find out yet.

“Beth? What–what the…fuck.” The man stuttered, staring with wide confused eyes. Beth shoves the hand clutching the dead animal behind her back. Her father snaps out of it and strides forwards. He stands like a tower above her.

“Yes daddy?” She cooes hoping that he wouldn’t spoil the surprise. Hoping he wouldn’t figure it out.

“Show me what you’ve got.” Rick demands, unibrow knitting downward. A pout formed as she down casted her eyes, flinching at the distaste in his voice. The authority. She was in trouble. “Now Beth.” He added on, irritation growing in his voice. Concern somehow managing to seep into them as well.

“I was just trying to help.” She declared as she rashly pulled her arm back, throwing the dismembered creature into the ground as hard as she could. The corpse bounces and spilled it’s insides along the ground. Tears burned in the corner of her eyes at the frustration of it all. “I just wanted to help daddy! I swear.” She continued, fists bunched at her sides as tears began to fall freely onto her redden cheeks.

Rick didn’t hesitate to pick the child up into his arms, hushing her.

“Next time come get me.” He tells her gently, staring at the disfigured squirrel before him. “If daddy can’t make it better we can take it to a vet.” He explained, a matter of fact. Beth curls against him and nods.

“I just wanted to help.” She repeats with a sniffle.

“I know sweetie. I know. It’s not your fault it didn’t…didn’t make it. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. Than we can have some ice cream.” Rick consoles her.

“Okay Daddy.”

She doesn’t tell him she wasn’t trying to help the squirrel. She heard him and mommy fighting. She heard her dad’s slurred words and most importantly she remembered what her mom told her when she asked what was wrong with Daddy. Why daddy didn’t stay long and why he was always sad now.

Her dad’s heart was broken. So she had to find him a new one.

#rick and morty #abcs of beth #animal abuse #gore #young!rick #young!beth #the path to froopy land #fanfic

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