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idk bro, im alive only because the universe is so bad at pest control • 26 • she/her

[lovezaynie]

Zayne X Veterinary!reader

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Clopidogrel didn't show up that morning.

Zayne noticed it immediately. He always did.

Every day, punctual as a faulty biological clock, the squirrel sat on his windowsill at the same time, waiting for peanuts as if it were part of his medical routine. But that morning, nothing. Just cold glass and silence.

On his lunch break, still in his lab coat, Zayne left the hospital, his brow slightly furrowed. He said it was from tiredness. He lied.

That's when he saw him.

Clopidogrel, hidden behind a tree in the small park across from the hospital. His tail was barely visible. When Zayne took a step toward him, the squirrel ran… but not far. He stopped. He looked back. And ran again.

“…Are you leading me?” Zayne murmured, incredulous.

Clopidogrel squeaked once and kept going.

Zayne sighed, resigned, and followed him.

Behind some bushes, under a fallen log, lies the reason.

Another squirrel. Smaller. Motionless. Breathing… but with difficulty.

Zayne wastes no time.

He kneels, assessing the situation as if it were an emergency in the ER. With extreme care, he lifts the log, holding it just long enough to free the trapped squirrel. His hands, accustomed to human hearts, now cradle a tiny, trembling body.

“It’s okay… you’re alright now,” he murmurs, almost unconsciously.

He carefully slips it into the inside pocket of his lab coat. Clopidogrel, eagerly, goes into the other.

And so, the star cardiologist, the youngest surgeon in the hospital, crosses the street toward a veterinary clinic, with two squirrels in his pockets.

Great. Perfect. Nothing suspicious.

The clinic door opens with a little bell.

You're at the counter, writing something on a card, when you see him.

A tall, impeccably dressed man in a lab coat… and something clearly moving in his pockets.

You blink.

He clears his throat.

“I need… veterinary help,” he says, serious. Too serious for the situation.

You approach, curious.

“What kind of animal?”

Zayne opens his left pocket. A fluffy tail peeks out.

You let out a laugh before you can stop it.

“…A squirrel?”

“Two,” he corrects, opening his other pocket.

There you see the injured animal and your expression changes immediately.

“Come in, quickly.”

On the examination table, you treat the squirrel with expert hands. Zayne watches your every move with absolute concentration, as if he were in an operating room. When you finish, you nod.

“He’ll be fine. It was a hard fall, but no serious fractures.”

Zayne exhales for the first time since he came in.

“Thanks."

Then you look at the other squirrel, who’s staring at you cheekily.

“And this one?” you ask.

“It’s… Clopidogrel.”

You freeze.

"…Excuse me?”

“Clopidogrel,” he repeats, as if it were the most normal name in the world.

This time you do laugh. Softly, without mockery, warmly.

“Like the medicine?”

“Exactly.”

"…Can I ask why?”

“It prevents blood clots,” he replies with absolute seriousness.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing any harder.

You examine Clopidogrel carefully, feeling him, checking his reflexes. He’s perfectly healthy.

“He’s fine,” you say finally. “Just… very dramatic.”

Clopidogrel squeals, offended.

Zayne looks at him.

“Don’t lie.”

You look up at him.

And for the first time, he stops looking at the squirrels and looks at you.

His eyes are tired… but they shine.

Grateful.

Soft.

“Thank you for taking care of them,” he says quietly.

“That’s what I’m here for,” you reply, smiling. “Although I admit it’s not every day I see patients brought in by cardiologists in white coats.”

A comfortable silence settles in.

Zayne hesitates for a second.

“I… usually bring peanuts around this time,” he says. “Just in case… we need them again.”

You nod.

“We’re always open.”

When he leaves, with Clopidogrel in his pocket and the injured squirrel safely cared for, you stare at the door for another second.

It’s not every day a man like that comes in. With hands capable of saving hearts…

and a heart big enough to follow a squirrel.

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The squirrel still limps.

Zayne notices it as soon as he sees it cross the small clearing in the park. Several days have passed since the first visit to the clinic. Too many for that uneven gait to persist. It's not serious, but it's persistent. And Zayne doesn't ignore persistent things.

Clopidogrel notices it too.

The squirrel climbs onto his shoulder, squeaks once, as if giving an order, and then hops to the ground, moving in a familiar direction.

Zayne sighs.

"Okay," he murmurs, straightening his lab coat. "Let's go."

Two blocks later, the little bell of the veterinary clinic rings again. You look up from the counter… and barely smile when you see him.

"Hi," you say, putting down your pen.

He pauses for a second, as if confirming that yes, it's you.

"Hi. I'm back."

"I can see that."

Zayne approaches and, with utmost care, places the injured squirrel on the towel of the examination table.

"It's still walking strangely," he explains. "It should be fine by now."

You approach immediately, professionally, but with that gentleness that can't be taught anywhere.You examine the little paw, gently flex it, and observe its reaction.

“Hmm…” you murmur.

Zayne frowns.

“Good ‘Hmm’ or bad ‘Hmm’?”

“Interesting ‘Hmm,’” you reply, glancing up at him. “It’s not a bone injury. It’s muscular. It probably strained its paw a bit.”

He nods, serious.

“Like a resident going for a run before discharge.”

You smile.

“Exactly.”

While you prepare a warm compress, Zayne watches you. This time he’s not in a hurry. He doesn’t look at his watch. He doesn’t check his phone. He’s just… present.

“What’s its name?” you ask, pointing at the squirrel.

“I don’t know yet.”

“So it was lucky.”

“Why?”

“Clopidogrel sets the bar pretty high.”

As if he'd heard his name, Clopidogrel vanishes from the examination table.

"Oh no," you say suddenly, turning your head toward the counter.

Zayne follows your gaze.

The squirrel is standing in front of the small glass jar of mints. With criminal dexterity, he pops one… two… three into his cheeks.

"…That's not mine," Zayne clarifies immediately.

"I know."

"I would never give him mints."

"Uh-huh."

Clopidogrel looks at you.

He winks.

And pops another mint in his cheek.

You chuckle softly.

"He's on a mission, clearly."

"What mission?"

"To beat his personal record."

Zayne shakes his head, but there's a soft curve to his lips.

When you finish tending to the squirrel, you lean back on the examination table for a moment.

“He’ll be fine,” you say. “He just needs rest. No jumping for a few days.”

Zayne nods.

“I can take care of it.”

There’s a comfortable silence. A long one.

“Are you like this with all your patients?” you ask, resting your elbow on the counter.

“No.”

“Then?”

He looks at you.

“I don’t like to see anyone suffer if I can prevent it.”

Your eyes soften.

“That shows.”

Clopidogrel comes running back… with five candies in his cheeks.

Zayne watches him.

“…That’s an ethical violation.”

You laugh.

“I’ll charge him in peanuts.”

Zayne hesitates for a second.

“Would you like… to have coffee sometime?” he asks, his voice calm but slightly tense. “As a thank you. For… everything.”

You smile.

“Yes,” you reply without hesitation. “I would.”

When he leaves, with two squirrels and zero mints, the clinic falls silent.

But something tells you it won't be the last time the little bell rings.

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[bangtanjjks]

Aaaaaa ahhhh!!! This is so cute🥺 and fluffy. It warms my heart in all the right spot😭🫶🏼 also Clopi stealing the mints part😭😭😭 !!!!!! Thank you for sharing this🥺🩷

[snoozer-crow]

you can't find sylus

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gn reader, hurt/comfort wc: 900 lonely. sylus where r u i think im gonna cry a little. i just wanna dream about him is that too much to ask

Where is he? You've been searching for him, too tired and sad to call out his name. You would text him, but you don't know what you could say. Words aren't exactly coming easily to you right now. It's not fair. How come he always gets to find you right when he needs you, and you have to go searching?

You're too exhausted to keep looking. It's all too much. You wobble over to his favorite chair, curling up into a ball and burying your face in his sweater that you're wearing. Stupid. If you could just talk, just call out his name, you'd probably be in his arms already. You can't even cry, and you're not tired enough to sleep. It hurts. It's so cold. You feel sick.

You don't know how long it's been, but you hear slightly hurried footsteps (his, you can recognize the sound), then the click of a door opening. He meets your eyes from across the room, and whatever he sees must make him worried, because his brow furrows and he rushes over to your side. Sylus doesn't usually rush to do anything.

You reach up for him, uncurling a bit to do so, trustingly relaxing from your defensive, wounded posture. Sylus is the only person you'd let close to you when you feel like this.

He doesn't hesitate to pick you up and pull you into his arms, sitting where you had been and settling you in his lap, tucking you against his chest, guiding your head into the crook of his neck, and pressing your chest flush with his. It still hurts, but the anxiety you didn't realize was there has started to fade. His whole body radiates warmth, chasing away the chill that had permeated deep within your bones. You feel so small, so protected in his arms.

"Shhh," he softly shushes you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're alright. You don't need to speak, I have you. You're safe." You merely nod, closing your eyes and slumping into him.

"I'm sorry, I should have seen..." he sighs, before slowly sliding his hand beneath the back of your shirt, watching for any sign of displeasure. When he finds none, he moves his hand upward, and you feel his long fingers brush against your soft skin. He begins to gently rub circles into your upper back with his warm, heavy palm, the weight grounding you. You wish you could tell him that it's not his fault, that it's your own for not being able to call out for him in the first place. That it doesn't matter anymore, now that he's here with you. But instead, you just nuzzle closer, the warmth and scent of his body enticing.

"I love you," you quietly confess, the only words you can coax out of your throat. "Luv'you so much," He's able to soothe the ache in your chest just with his presence.

"I know," Sylus whispers, his tone filled with adoration and barely restrained longing. You can almost feel his voice more than you can hear it as it rumbles through you. "I love you too, sweetheart."

Your body rises and falls with his chest, and you slowly find your breath syncing with his. You feel his exhales brush against your forehead, and can just barely detect the beat of his heart beneath your fingertips where they rest on his ribcage. It must be evening, seeing as its pace is beginning to pick up again.

The edges of the world begin to fade as you let yourself melt into him, shifting your focus to the feeling of his body against yours. You let your brain stall out as you bask in the comfort of being wrapped in him, and the relief of being in his presence again.

Gingerly, doing his best to avoid startling you, he uses his Evol to pull a blanket and a book over to the two of you. He wraps the fluffy blanket around you, tucking it snugly around your body to ensure you remain fully enveloped.

He then takes the book from the air with his free hand, pressing his soft lips to your forehead in a kiss before speaking against your skin. "Do you want me to read to you, sweetie?" he murmurs, his warm breath caressing your face. You weren't sure what book he picked out, but you could listen to his voice for hours on end and never grow tired of it.

You nod, closing your eyes as the last of the tension drains from your body. He chuckles softly, continuing to rub your back as he starts to read out loud. He had chosen a book you previously expressed interest in, and its narrative is even more compelling when read in his dulcet tones.

You rest, drifting in a state of comfort as you let yourself become absorbed in the story, feeling more content in this one moment than you had in days. You let yourself recharge, grateful to have your Sylus back at your side. And given the worried expression he wore earlier, you knew it was likely that he'd stay there for a few more days. You don't mind, though. And you're sure he doesn't either. You're happiest when by each other's side, after all.

[bangtanjjks]

Dear lord, opening my Tumblr to this at the top of my dash..... FRIEND I LOVE YOU. You made me cry rivers and got me curling up in bed but this is so comforting to read during my period😭😭😭

WHY CANT HE BE REAL. I TOO WANT TO BE HELD AND COVERED IN HIS MASSIVE BODY. PLS

[bangtanjjks]

can't believe my first rant on this account was about love and deepspace after almost a year of inactivity when my lats rant was about acotar lmaooo. I wonder who the community is doing rn

[bangtanjjks]

Hi hello friends. You would not believe the effort I went into to get back into this account to post this rant. So today, I was mindlessly working and said, "Ah, it's kinda hard to look for non-mc lads fics on ao3"

AND THEN! My friend just go, "Babe, get a check on that internalized misogyny before it went out of control."

?!??!?????????

internalized WHAT?

Internalized misogyny?!?! Where did that come from? Then they explained to me that I like non-MC fics because I want to imagine myself with the love interests so I'm jealous of MC and saw her as my rival and enjoyed reading fics where the MC is villainized. Hence internalized misogyny.

When I tell you my whole face is just a big question mark. No?? Where did that come from? And then I look up online and it seems like my friends belief was common?

But mayhaps I'm just a freak? Maybe I'm just a wee little masochist who loves my fanfic served bone searingly cold and bitter with enough angst and pain to kill a Victorian era maiden via heartbreak?

And what better way to get a dose of that but from non-MC fics? The insanity of doing something (falling in love with the LIs) over and over again expecting a different outcome (them not falling in love with and choosing MC) until there's nothing left of you but an empty husk of a person who's been heartbroken one too many time. The tragedy of knowing how the story ends but hoping against all hope for you to be enough to change the course of fate only for it to happen as how it's been destined anyway ??? THOSE kind of exquisite angst can only be found in a non-MC fic y'know. Or maybe a fic from an LI's POV where MC ended up with another LI.

And even if the non-MC ended up with the LI, there's still potential for pain from the uncertainty, the questioning of how long will this last? Is this a forever thing or would fate step in and fix it as how the storyline should be? Chefs kiss.

So imagine my surprise when my own friend thought I like reading non-MC fics out of envy for MC ??? Bro that's my girl. I like reading fics about her being happy but I also like mentally damaging emotional pain in my fics y'know.

Besides, I distinctly remember reading a viral post about Caleb being a favorite LI because MC was his first, because the current main plotline was their first life together (this post was made in January before his myth), and so he chose her for her, not because of a memory of a long dead woman or any other destiny. He just chose MC (kinda wonder how that OP is feeling now after his myth was released lol). The point is, when it's an LI choosing MC without any prior ties or life with her it was seen as sweet AND YET when I want to read similar story just from another perspective it's internalized misogyny?!?!? Be so for real bro...

Anyways. I hope everyone's been having a good 2025 so far, stay safe and healthy friends (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡

[pro-royalty]

Anok Yai

[spicyclematis-deactivated202407]

weekend with namjoon (20/?) ft. taehyung

[anxietyproblem]

[landhoe-wdc]

as he should

[grandmacookie69]

i always forget this man has a bachelors and masters in english lit

[popjunkie42]

Hello I am just thinking about this:

ACOTAR Chapter 39

ACOMAF Chapter 55

And the missed opportunity for Feyre to tell Rhys “I don’t belong to you,” in ACOTAR that would have just been wonderful…

[disturbingly-silent]

rhys canonically having arthritis is so fucking random but hilarious

[yaralulu]

Based off literally nothing I like to think tamlin has always assumed or been aware that lucien has some day court in him so when lucien tells him about helion and his day court powers he’s just totally unfazed—and when lucien gets upset at his lack of reaction he’s just like“You used to walk around the spring court glowing half of the time be so fr right now.”

[praguegirl]

let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook

[rosanna-writer]

WIP Wednesday

adding +1 to the counter of heart attacks Feyre gives Rhys in we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

"You could have gotten yourself killed. Even Cassian won't run into a fight without backup if it's available. There were three of us who could have gone with you, but for reasons I can't even begin to fathom, you waited until the very last second." I'd never seen Rhys this…undone. Not even when I'd first gone Under the Mountain. But his breathing was ragged and there was a note of panic in his voice I'd never heard before. "I…I didn't think to ask. At least not at first. I called for you as soon as I remembered." As ridiculous as it sounded when I said it aloud, it was true. But the habit of doing everything on my own was a difficult one to break. Rhys sighed, his shoulders slumping as the fight went out of him. The darkness seemed to lift, but before I could be sure, he was pulling me against his chest. I couldn't see much other than his wings cocooning me. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I love your fearlessness just as much as every other part of you, but please remember that you're not alone anymore. I can't lose you, Feyre." "I love you too," I said, voice thick. I set my bow down and hugged him back.

[bangtanjjks]

Ah.... I think a part of the reason why the ACOTAR fandom have felt more hostile lately is because people can never just peacefully making up scenario of two character or more kissing around here without getting someone else write a whole ass essay with "proof" on why that pair will never work™ ..... You can't ship anyone in peace in this fandom without having One (1) person trying to debunk your ship😭 once or twice is fine. But with every single ships that's not canon? That's just tiring.

Example:

*some post about rhysta and how their dynamic will work if they're in a relationship*

Some person: making a 5 paragraphs essay on why rhysta will not work in a romantic relationship backed with proof of excerpt from the book like they're quoting the bible

I get IT!!!! WE'RE FANTASIZING ABOUT TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS KISSING. this is NOT the academic/scientific community, I do not need to have you peer review the text of two pair of characters fucking just because of canon

[stargirlfeyre]

(This probably wasn’t directed at me but I’m still going to respond🤷🏽‍♀️)

The issue is crack shippers don’t know how to treat their ships as just that. A crack ship. If you cross the line into canon by saying that rhysta would work better than feysand then you can’t get upset when feysands bring up the canon that you are speaking on to prove you wrong. If you write rhysta content and include blatant degradation of feyre then you can’t get shocked that people are put off by the ship or the shippers.

I mean Rhysta shippers have sat here and wrote Rhys making fun of Feyre being illiterate even though they know that that’s something born out of her childhood abuse so of course people are put off or can be “hostile” towards it? Rhysta is a ship born out of hatred for Feyre so when they use someone who Feyre loves to push their vile hate for her anyone with a screwed on head can recognize the weird behavior.

Again it all boils down to people in this fandom not knowing boundaries. I have been harassed through anons by Rhysta shippers and I know some of my other moots have also. If you just want to create a scenario of two characters kissing then you shouldn’t be harassing people who like the canon relationship of one of those characters.

[bangtanjjks]

You're absolutely right this isn't about you, I have never seen you in my dash. And I agree with the point you're making that the harassment over ships is definitely an insane behavior. But that's an age old fandom problem in any media, so really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what can you do. Plus it's amazing how you actually raised a solid point about another reason why things have been so hostile while missing the point of my post by hyperfocusing on the Rhysta part bringing up that it's a crack ship and then proceeded to prove me right.

In the end it's a vicious cycle of people not knowing when to leave other people's ship alone and not touching enough grass to go batshit insane over fictional stories and it's characters morality

[romanticatheartt]

Do you have any darkish!Rhysand fic recs?

I'm probably not the right person to ask this because there's still so many fanfics that I haven't read hehe but I'll share some from my bookmarks that I absolutely love. Hope you enjoy them as well<3

All He Thinks About Is Me by Separatist_Apologist : This one takes up from Feyre cleaning the lentils From a certain High Lord room but He has a different punishment in mind...

Sick Boy by adreamofspring : A different ending for Amarantha. I think we all wanted Rhys to be the one who unalived her at this point.

My Cup Runneth Over by adreamofspring : This has both dark!Rhys and dark!Feyre and it's in CoN...

The King Under The Mountain by SweetVillainDarlingGod : idk if this can be considered as dark!Rhys but he's the king of UtM and it has TFotA vibes.

Lead Me Not Into Temptation by SweetVillainDarlingGod : PLEASE read the tags for this one. Feyre is Lady of Spring and Rhysand kidnaps her!! teehee<3

Rhysand isn't the better man - or: Tamlin finally gets punched by edgyeli : Modern AU where Feyre is done with her abusive fiancé and stand up to him in front of a whole party... things doesn't go well until it does kjdfldjvjdfb

*For some of these you have to login to your account to read it*

I'm pretty sure there are more out there but these are what I found and loved. If I found more I'll definitely add to it.

[lilith-13x]

possible unpopular acotar opinion: spoilers ahead

i actually quite liked that rhys and feyre had a baby.

i wish we got to see it from their perspective, but i still think it made sense for them.

i know most people’s complaint is that it was “too soon” or “they said they just wanted to live as the two of them for a while” but then they went through a war and, rhys literally died. people change their minds for much lesser reasons.

they wanted a family, they wanted peace, and happiness. they wanted to be the parents they didn’t get to have. i think feyre and rhys went though so much, more than they should’ve had to, and they got their happy ending.

i love feysand and i’m happy that they get to be happy now. they deserve it <3

(also i’m half asleep so this may not be super coherent and eloquent as i would like but i just love them)

[bangtanjjks]

Spoilers for ACOSF

Yessssssss OP I agree. Feysand having a baby was one of the very few things I did not hate about acosf!!!! Let these two be domestic and be happily married with a tiny teeny baby keeping them up all night😭😭😭 they've been through enough in the last 4 books

Also it was a nice progression of their relationship. Fey talked to that lady who lost her partner and they never get to try for a child. That was probably the thing that made it click for her that even though they're immortal they might not have centuries together. So she wants to have a family with him !!!!!! Like. That's cute and heartwarming. That's not something I will ever be upset about no matter how much I actually hate ACOSF as a book

[ginya-writes]

Another take on Feysand reuniting in ACOWAR