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this night together - chapter one (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter one: a safe place to land

summary: you're finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won't let you go through it alone. note: reader and the boys are not idols in this fic, but instead are part of the bb trippin dance crew. the idol group mentioned in the fic's name is 'new world' which was one of the early options for ateez's name, and i just thought that was cute. overall though, i know very little about dancing and choreography. i did my best to research what that field might be like, but please know there are likely inaccuracies. also.... i have no idea how healthcare coverage with jobs work in korea and my research wasn't too helpful. we're going with what i know which is often a ninety day waiting period before you get health coverage at a new job, which means reader here cannot afford her medication out of pocket. go with it, for me ♡

warnings: just.... so much smut including: heat, nesting, knotting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, big dick yunho, implied breeding kink (it's omegaverse so ya know), gratuitous praise to make reader feel better, lots of pet names, lots of heat symptoms like cramps, slick, and insatiable horniness.

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, abo/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 13.6K

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The first sign is the headache, a low, dull throb at the back of your skull. It’s not a full-blown migraine yet, but it might become one and that’s your first indication that your heat is close. You’ve done your suppressant rationing and your bargaining and your plotting and planning, but in the end it’s going to come down to luck if you can make it through the recording. 

You had asked the company about their heat leave policy in the most casual way that you could, still new enough to KQ that it seemed natural for an omega to be asking. You don’t know why you were surprised, but as always the policy is disappointing. Full health coverage only after ninety days of employment, and until then not only are your suppressants not covered any heat leave is fully unpaid. 

You had studied your cycle calendar in detail and tried to map out the dates, but no matter how you drew it or cut up the last of your suppressants to try and extend the effects, your heat was going to fall on or around your first real performance. And it’s not like you’re an idol, it’s not like the camera will be focused on you, but the idea of letting your new crew down two months into being here  is too fucked a thought to entertain. 

Your throat feels dry after the first run through of the routine, unnaturally so, a tight cough building in the back of your throat as you try to hold it together. The minute the music fades you’re falling out of formation before anyone else and covering your mouth with your elbow, coughing dryly into your sleeve. 

“You good?” San asks from his place next to you. 

“Mhm,” You nod tightly, but the cough is lodged in your throat, “I just need to,”

A bottle of water is pushed into your hand and you nod in thanks, unscrewing the cap fast and knocking it back, letting the cold water soothe your throat. 

“Are you sick, y/n?” San crosses his arms to appraise you better, ducking his head and getting a good look at you. 

“No, no,” You take a deep breath now that you can and shake your head, “just dry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to slow us down.” 

“Let’s take five,” Yunho announces from the front. 

You take another sip of water and the group starts to break apart. The cool bottle keeps you grounded and as far from anxiety as you can possibly get with the knowledge of this hanging over you. 

“You good?” Yujin, one of the few other female BB Trippin dancers, asks, her chest heaving as she jogs up to you. 

“Yeah, yeah,” You assure her, “I just need a minute,” 

She squeezes your shoulder before moving past you, and you lean back against the wall nearby before taking a deep breath. Your eyes go unfocused towards the mirror as you collect yourself, drinking more water and hoping that no one’s upset with the delay. You’re still new here, but so far you’ve been accepted into the fold well, only a few of the dancers more aloof, so focused on the work you haven’t had a chance to try and make friends. You hope they aren’t upset at your sudden need for a break right on the first run through on the big day. You feel hot eyes on you, and you focus, catching Minseok in the mirror. He’s always pleasant and polite, but never overly friendly, and when you catch his gaze momentarily you see that his jaw is tight and his throat jumps like a spasm as he swallows and averts his eyes from yours. 

Your brow knits in confusion, but Yunho appearing next to you breaks the brief moment of concentration and you turn towards him. 

His eyes are soft, but his face is still serious and wired into work, “You sure you’re good?” 

“Definitely,” You protest, “really,” 

He chews the inside of his lip for a moment before adjusting the cap on his head and holding out a little bottle of pills, “Your head?” 

“How did you know?” You thought you were good at concealing it. 

“You keep wincing when I put the high lights on,” He nods up towards the fluorescents, “migraine?” 

“A little one,” You assure him, you know he’s got to be worried about you dropping out of formation right before recording, “but I got this,” 

As the lead choreographer and director of today’s stage performance, he’s been on edge this week. He’s so incredibly focused on the finer details down to every precise placement, finger extension, facial expression. You’ve been a dancer for a long time, and you’ve worked behind idol groups before, but not like this. The atmosphere here is different, and working with New World doesn’t feel like backup dancing at all. And for Yunho, it’s become clear to you over the past couple of months that while he isn’t the boss, he is the leader here and he takes that responsibility incredibly personally. 

But despite all that pressure and responsibility, he surprises you when he smiles at your admission, “I get them sometimes. Do you get auras?” 

You shake your head.

“I do,” He offers you the bottle again, “it sucks, but you know, the light sensitivity is always the worst thing,” 

You take the bottle and tip the migraine medication out into your palm, “Yeah,” 

“Are you sure you don’t need to tap out?” He offers, voice a little softer so that it’s a conversation just between you, “I know you don’t want to, but I can’t have you falling on stage,” 

“No, honestly, I wouldn’t put the team in that position,” You look up, trying your best to convey with your eyes that you can make it, even though the low throb in your skull says otherwise. 

“Okay,” He nods once, “I just had to ask. Are you ready?” 

“Ready,” 

“Alright,” He takes a step away and moves back towards the main part of the room. This time he doesn’t adjust the lights, he keeps the room low lit and calm and he claps as he turns back to the room at large, “Let’s run it again. We have an hour before the van gets here, and then from there it’s go time. We ready?” 

A chorus of yes echoes back, and you lend your voice to the mix, shaking off the pounding in your brain. You can do this. You can. Wooyoung punches your arm softly as he walks by you to get to his starting position, flashing you a smile and an encouraging nod. With a deep exhale you let it go, and you get to work. 

By the time you finish the third run through, your muscles are screaming, but you’ve managed to hold the rest tightly in. The migration medication seems to be helping, and though you can sense Yunho continuing to glance at you in the mirror he seems pleased that you’re keeping up. You just need to make it through this day, and then you can let it all fall apart.

With a glance at your watch, the hour now up, you realize just how much more time there is to get through. It’s only six in the morning, the earliest you’ve had to get up and be ready for this job yet. You’ve been told that if you’re ever a supporting dancer for a comeback stage it will be even earlier, two or three to accommodate pre-recording time. For this though, you’re not filming a comeback stage. You’ll get to the studios alongside New World at around seven-thirty, spend at least an hour or two getting ready in the green room, and then from there it will be a waiting game, and you don’t really know how a show like this will go. Music shows are a well oiled machine of time management, but this type of larger long program for their survival show stage is something you just aren’t used to. 

You just have to, without question, make it back home, but that might be eight hours from now or twelve, and that level of uncertainty makes your stomach churn. 

On the bus you take stock. Sore muscles, dry throat, ever so slight cramping in your back, bubbling migraine, fatigue. You’re not yet feeling the waves of hot flashing blush or deep, burgeoning cramps, but it’s not too far off. It feels like at the very least the quarter suppressant you choked down this morning might be doing just enough to mask the scent of your pre-heat, and that’s the best you can do. At least for now, no one’s noticed how close you are to the edge. No one, except possibly Wooyoung. 

“Here,” He says from his seat next to you, offering you a lozenge from a bag, “for your throat,” 

You stare for a second at the offering before your brain fires and you accept one with quiet thanks. Omegas often keep cooling lozenges around for their heat and pre-heat, something to take the edge off the soreness and dryness and it doesn’t surprise you that the only one attuned to your slight discomfort is another omega.

“You can keep the bag,” He places it on your lap, “if you need it,” 

“I’m good,” You pass it back, not wanting to admit how close you really are, “like I said, just dry,” 

“Okay,” He nods, and then he lets the subject lie, “are you ready for today?” 

“Yeah,” You swallow tightly, “nervous, but yeah,” 

“Mm,” He grins, relaxing back into his seat, “it’s fun, I promise,” 

“Yeah?” 

“When you see it all come together on the monitors,” He nods, “it just makes it all worth it,” 

“All the work, you mean?” You can’t help but glance up the length of the bus, to where Yunho sits alongside San and Mingi, all talking quietly and seriously amongst themselves. 

“Yeah,” He nods, “you’ve been working a lot of nights too, catching up,” 

“I just don’t want me being new to be the reason it’s not perfect,” You reply with ease. 

“That’s good,” Wooyoung says, “and I promise if you weren’t nailing it, you’d know by now.” 

“Would I?” 

“You wouldn’t be sitting here,” Wooyoung nods towards the front, “Mingi would have cut you ages ago,” 

“Mingi?” He’s been nothing but nice, flirty, and funny. He’d been helping you out at night to get better, you thought so that Yunho and San didn’t have an inkling that you’re behind. 

“His opinion is the one that matters,” Wooyoung laughs, whispering to you so the rest of the bus can’t hear, “have you not picked up on that yet?” 

You shake your head slowly. 

“y/n,” Wooyoung smiles as he realizes just how clueless you are, “Yunho would recommend we all stop drinking water if Mingi said it was a good idea. Mingi trusts his gut, and Yunho trusts Mingi,” 

“Oh,” You breathe. 

“Yep,”

“What about Jaemin?” You ask softly. You’ve only met the actual crew leader a few times here and there, but most of the time he’s not at the studio itself. 

“He keeps the work coming and the doors open,” Wooyoung says, “but they keep us moving.” 

You let his words sink in, the reality that for weeks you’ve been working side by side with Mingi and confessing all your fears of inadequacy, that he was the person who had to approve of you all along and you never knew it. You sigh, “Are you just trying to hype me up, or are you being serious?” 

“I don’t lie.” He says, full stop, no room for misinterpretation. 

The menthol lozenge burns a little on your tongue, but soothes the cut feeling in the back of your throat when you swallow and you find that finally for the first time all night you’re able to really exhale. With a soft nod you turn to him, “Okay,” 

“Okay?” 

“Let’s fucking do this,” 

He grins, “After this stage you’re officially one of us, you know,” 

Your eyes narrow, “You said that after my first week,” 

He rolls his eyes, “Okay, maybe I lie a little,” 

For the afternoon, with the lightness of Wooyoung by your side, you forget about your headache. The day happens fast, even with all the sitting and waiting in green rooms. There’s so much to remember, from camera positions to where the light is coming from, to how to adapt to the stage floor being just a little smaller than what you were working with back at KQ. The members seem suddenly focused in a way you’ve never experienced, you know what this means to them. To all of you. By the time it’s filming, you’ve had at least six lozenges and taken two more painkillers for your migraine to keep it at bay, and you're starting to feel exhausted. You film it twice, from two angles. Wide for choreography and tighter close ups on the members for cinematic facial expressions and intricacies of movement. 

When it’s all over and you pile back into the van, your legs feel heavy and disconnected. If you can just make it back to the studio, you can change and call an Uber and get inside before it knocks you sideways. 

Someone suggests drinks, someone else suggests a celebratory meal. 

You want nothing more than for the van to speed up. 

You grip your hand tight and breathe through the tight sensations in your body and no one ever notices a thing, not even Wooyoung who seems caught in the euphoria of the performance, your quietness blissfully overlooked for the moment. 

At the studio, it takes time for the locker room to clear out after the show, everyone else riding on the high of the performance too and slow to pack up for the night. It had gone so well, despite the way you had to push through the pain.  As the pain worsens, you’re not sure how you’re going to get home, but you know you need to figure it out soon. You can maybe call one of your roommates, but on a Friday night it feels unlikely that they’ll be available or sober enough to get you. 

A cramp ripples through you, and you grip down on the wooden bench, your leg bouncing to try and distract you from the waves of sensation washing over you. It’s been years since your last heat, and you can already tell this is going to be hard and heady. Sweat is collecting on your brow, waves of uncomfortable warmth passing through your body, and you can feel the way your breath is tightening. You really don’t have long, a matter of hours maybe, but it’s obvious to anyone who looks at you what’s going on. 

You fish your phone out of your bag and scan through your contacts, blinking hard to try and clear your blurring vision. The phone keeps ringing, first one of your roommates, then another, and when you hit their voicemail boxes for the second time, your phone slips from your fingers in frustration. Tears prick the back of your eyes, your hands shaking. You really thought you had more time. 

A noise across the locker room startles you, the heavy metal clang of a locker closing and you realize someone’s still in here with you. You’re trembling, a mix of abject panic and pain, your omega surfacing inside you in a way that you can’t control. Footsteps come closer, and though you’re still shielded by a row of lockers and can’t see him, you can smell him. Rich, cocoa and cinnamon. 

Mingi walks past your section of lockers, and you hope he won’t notice, but you’re never, ever that lucky. 

“Hey,” He says when he catches sight of you, “you did good tonight,” 

You keep your eyes away from his, curling down further to tug at the laces of your shoes and hope that he doesn’t notice the way you’re clenching your jaw to keep from crying, “Thanks,” 

“Yeah,” He says, and you hear his steps shift and then pause. 

Your eyes press closed as you hide behind the curtain of your hair. 

“y/n,” Mingi asks, “are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You pull your laces tight, your insides cramping painfully as your body registers the presence of an alpha. 

“Are you sure?” He asks. 

Biting down on the inside of your cheek you steady your voice, “Yeah, I’m good, just tired.” 

Mingi doesn’t answer, doesn’t move, and there’s really only so long you can pretend to tie your shoes. You tug your other laces taut and then do your best, leaning back up into a normal sitting position despite the pained pressure inside you. You grip down on the bench again and breathe slowly through your nose. 

“Are you hurt?” Mingi asks, concern evident in his voice, “Did you pull something?” 

You shake your head, you can’t trust your words. 

“Something’s wrong,” Mingi takes a step forward and you jolt back, sliding off the edge of the bench with a tight sound, your back connecting hard with the lockers behind you. His eyes widen at your sudden movement and you hold a hand out to keep him right where is. 

“Stop,” You plead, body shaking, “don’t,” 

���You are hurt,” He can feel your fear, and his eyes are panicked as he scans your body, “what happened?” 

“It’s not,” You sigh, shaking your head, another hot flash making your cheeks light up with blush and cutting your words. 

When he takes another step forwards you watch his face change, the way his breathing settles low into his chest as he regards you and comprehension starts to relax his face. Your eyes press closed as another cramp ripples through your abdomen, and suddenly you feel the first rush of slick. 

“Fuck,” Mingi says, “what are you doing here?” 

“Working,” You groan, opening your eyes again. 

“You should be on heat leave,” He shakes his head, “you should be home,”

“I know,” You nod, your throat growing tight and tears bubbling back up, “I-I asked, but it would have been unpaid, and with the performance… I couldn’t afford to not be here. I thought I had a little more time,” 

“Okay,” He steps a little closer and you shake your head, pressing your body back further against the lockers as if that will do anything, “it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“I know that,” You laugh humorlessly, “but right now your scent is making this harder,” 

“Oh,” He swallows hard, “I didn’t mean to,” 

“Mingi,” You meet his gaze and his eyes soften, “I need help,” You wish you didn’t have to ask. You wish you had just stayed home, not rationed your suppressants, and just handled this on your own. 

He nods, straightening up and swallowing hard, “Okay, let’s go,” 

“Go?” You watch as he picks up your bag and slings it over his shoulder with his own. 

“Can you walk?” He holds a hand out to you, an offering and nothing more if you want it. 

“Yeah,” You stammer, pushing yourself off the lockers, but one step already has you shaky and you grip his hand and let him hold your weight to keep you standing. 

“Alright,” He shakes his head, “I’m sorry, just hold your breath or something,” 

His arm wraps around your back, pulling you up and supporting your weight with a sure hand on your forearm and with his help, you take a step. His scent is dizzying, equal parts calming and arousing, and tears roll down your cheeks as you try to keep quiet and hold it together. Slick pools between your thighs and you’re sure he can smell it, but he’s doing a good job of saying nothing about it to you. 

“W-where are we going?” You manage as he pushes the door to the locker room open and steers you out into the dimly lit hallway of the dance studio. 

“We need to get Yunho,” He says with ease, like it’s obvious and poses absolutely no problem. 

At the thought of him, your body clenches and you bite down to keep a tight, pained sound inside. “No, Mingi, he can’t,” 

“We’re past that point,” Mingi is all but dragging you now, “I need his help, I can’t get you home by myself.” 

Yunho’s the only one with a car between them, not the mention a driver’s license. Mingi typically hitches a ride with him or using the subway, and at this stage in your heat, it’s not safe to take public transportation or put you in a taxi. There are too many variables, too many people you don’t know, and you need someone you trust to get you to a safe location to ride this out. The idea of Yunho tears your body in two, caught between the feeling of wanting him and never wanting him to know about this, but you know he’s safe, that safe place. 

There’s a light still on in the office at the end of the hall where you know Yunho is going through footage from the day and making notes while things are still fresh in his mind. When you’re close enough to the door but still safely in the hall, Mingi calls out, “Yunho!”

“Yeah?” He shouts back, and you can hear the distraction in his voice, a clear picture of him writing something down as he calls over his shoulder. 

“I need your help,” Mingi adjusts his grip on you, holding you close as your body trembles in his arms, “like right now,” 

“Uh,” Yunho trails off, “yeah, okay, yeah, I’m coming.” You hear Yunho jump up from the chair in the office, his quick footsteps, and another wave of fear flutters through you. 

“Mingi,” You grip down on his hand. 

“Right, fuck,” He remembers himself, tucking you closer to his chest, “slowly,” 

“What?” Yunho’s voice comes from the office but you can see his shadow on the floor in the hall as he gets closer to the door. 

“Yunho!” Mingi’s voice is deep, clear and firm and you let your head rock back on his shoulder, “Slowly, seriously,” 

He’s not distracted anymore, he’s incredibly alert. Yunho steps into the hallway slowly, just as directed when he hears the tenor of his best friend’s voice, and it takes him seconds to size up what’s going on. 

“y/n,” He takes a half step forward and stops himself, arm outstretched, “oh no,” 

His soft tone soothes you instantly but it doesn't help the emotional live wire you feel like you’re walking, and a little sob bubbles out of you, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” 

“You’re in heat,” He says, shaking his head, “it’s not safe for you to be here, why are you here?” 

Your omega shrinks and more tears spill over, the wave uncontrollable now, “I’m sorry, please,” 

Yunho’s eyes flick to Mingi’s before he comes closer, reaching out for you, “I’m not upset,” 

Relief washes through you, “You’re not?” 

“No,” He assures you, his voice dropping to a warm and even tone, “I’m just worried about you, I want you safe. Come here,” 

You comply instantly, stepping out of Mingi’s hold and straight into Yunho’s arms, letting him tuck you close into his chest before he adjusts his stance and brings your face up to the crook of his neck. His scent washes over you like a salve, nothing but warm rain and fresh cut cedar. 

“Shh,” He soothes you, running a hand down your back, “there we go, take a deep breath,” 

For a minute, it feels like your cramps have passed, your head clearing. He grounds you and brings you back into your body with his touch and you breathe low and slow, your hands gripping his shirt. 

“Okay,” Yunho murmurs, “what’s your heat plan? We can take you and get you there safe,” 

You shake your head into his neck, nuzzling closer to his skin, “I don’t really have one,” 

“What do you mean?” He asks, clearly not understanding. 

“You can take me home,” You tell him, eyes drifting closed, “I usually can take care of things myself,”

“That’s insane,” Mingi says from behind you both, and you feel Yunho’s hands tighten on your back. 

“Who’s there with you?” Yunho asks, “Don’t you have roommates?” 

You nod, resting on his shoulder, “Mhm,” 

“y/n,” He prompts you, “what are their designations?” 

“Mm,” You’re feeling so warm wrapped in his scent, “Ari and Hyejin are betas, Hyunwoo is an alpha but he’s probably out tonight,” 

“Tonight,” Yunho shakes his head, “you go through heats like this with an alpha home?” 

“Not like this,” You mumble into his chest and he shifts you in his arms. 

“What did you say?” 

“Not a heat like this,” You manage, “I’m normally on pretty heavy suppressants,” 

“She can’t go home like this,” Mingi says, “this is still just pre-heat,”

“I think so,” Yunho’s voice sounds far away, and you sink into the steady sound of his heart and the feeling of his hand smoothing a comforting line up and down your back. When he finally speaks again, his voice is so tender you almost don’t recognize it, “Can we bring you home? Let me help, you can’t go through a heat this hard by yourself,” 

“Yunho,” You shudder against him, “we can’t,” 

The thought of his cock inside you flashes through your brain, and you imagine the feeling of his swollen knot locking in, your body full and sated and the cramps dissipating. Your core throbs at the idea and you feel another rush of slick rush through you. 

“You’re in pain,” He murmurs, dropping his head a little lower, “you need an alpha. Let me take care of you, let me take you home,” 

You should say no, you should take your chances in your apartment with your box of toys and a bottle of lube, but you keep breathing in his steady scent and all you can do is say yes. Yunho’s been kind to you since the beginning, taking care of you for weeks even if he didn’t really know it, and he can take care of you now too if you just let him. 

“We’ll take care of you,” Mingi cuts in, offering his help softly, “and make sure you’re safe until it’s over,” 

“Are you sure?” You pull back from Yunho’s neck, leaning heavily on his chest still. 

He cups your cheek in his broad hand, bringing your eyes up to his, and nods, “Positive, and if you don’t,” he swallows hard tries to find the right words, “if you don’t want to have sex we can figure something out, but you need a place that’s private, and you need to be with more experienced alphas who know how to keep their hands to themselves.”

They’re not wrong. You just have to trust them. You just have to let go. 

Your body makes the decision for you, the way your aching and throbbing is soothed just being between them, and you let your mind follow. 

“Okay,” You sigh, leaning into his hand, “yes,” 

“Alright,” He sighs, “don’t worry about a thing, okay? We’ll get you home.” Yunho’s thumb rubs a soothing pattern into the soft gland at your wrist and it relaxes you further. He looks over you for a moment, “Mingi, I need you to take her for a minute, I’ll get the car.” 

When Yunho steps away, just to try and pass you back to Mingi, the lack of contact strikes panic through you and you shake your head, “No, no, don’t go,” 

“It’s not for long,” He assures you, his hands sliding down your arms as he separates from you slowly, “I’ll be back in 5 minutes,” 

A panicked whine leaves your throat and your mind spins, “Don’t leave me!” 

“Hey,” He soothes you but you don’t respond, all you know is he’s leaving and you’ll be without him and the thought makes your body clench. “y/n, hey, y/n,” He tries again but you’re shaking your head. “Omega.” His voice roots you to the spot. 

Mingi’s hands close over you gingerly from behind, and Yunho nods as your panicked noises stop, “Okay, see?” He says, “Listen to me, omega, I’m not going far. You won’t be alone, Mingi’s right here. I’ll be back in five minutes, and then I won’t leave you again, okay?” 

“Okay,” You lean back into Mingi, and let his touch keep you warm. 

Yunho nods and then keeps his eyes on you as he moves back to the office, darting out of your eye line for a moment. You can hear him grabbing his things; the zip of his bag, the jingle of his keys, and the lights flick off before he jogs back out. 

“Here,” He says, holding out his jacket, “put this on,” 

Mingi takes it from his hands, and eases it onto you. When you pull the jacket up, his scent washes over you again and you sigh. 

“Better?” Yunho asks. 

“Mhm,” You murmur, and tucked into the warmth of Mingi’s chest with their combined scents easing you, you can breathe. You keep your eyes closed, but you hear when Yunho walks out the front door and your body clenches a little, but you take a deep breath in.

“Mingi,” You finally say, looking up at him, “thank you for not leaving me,” 

“Hey,” He shakes his head, “I was never going to leave you there,”

You nod, twisting in his arms so you can tuck your face into his chest and let his arms wrap fully around you, “I’m sorry,” you sigh, “I’m not usually such a touchy person,” 

He chuckles, smoothing your hair with his hand, “It’s okay, I like it,” 

“And Yunho?” 

“Oh,” Mingi laughs, “he’s a cuddler, don’t worry.” 

Your stomach cramps and you groan into his chest, “God,” you grip him, “I forgot how much this hurts,” 

“How long has it been?” Mingi shifts his grip so that more of your weight is supported, “You know, since your last real heat?” 

“Years,” You tell him honestly, “they’ve been so much easier on suppressants,” 

“Mm,” Mingi nods above you, “when this hits it’s going to be intense,” 

“Have you helped a partner through heat before?” 

“I have,” Mingi says, “but Yunho hasn’t,” 

“Oh,” You have no idea why Yunho offered himself up immediately like he had done it a thousand times before if he’s never shared a heat with someone. The sure, practiced tenor of his voice when he called you omega rings in your ears. 

“Don’t worry,” Mingi assures you, “I know what I’m doing, and Yunho’s got a handle on himself. He won’t touch you if you don’t want him to,” 

“I’m really, really not worried about that,” You sigh. 

“Good,” Mingi’s phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, and he adjusts his arms around you so he can find it, “We’ll take care of you - Hey? Are you out front?” 

You can’t hear Yunho’s side of the conversation but you just wait, held against him. 

“Okay, I got her,” Mingi says, and you smile. 

You forgot the way that heat takes over every physical sensation, every little thing heightened until you feel like you’re on a razor’s edge. In a matter of hours you’re going to be a writhing mess, in so much pain you might be delirious - you might ask anything of them, beg for anything.  You have to reconcile with your shame now, and let them help. After weeks of dancing around Yunho, what you really want is to ask him out for coffee, not this. Mingi is no stranger to being flirtatious, those sparks between you already evident, but it always felt like a little inside joke between friends, not a step towards anything more.  

“Alright, just a little further,” Mingi urges you as he slips his arm under yours. 

It takes time to get to the car, but when you get there, Mingi slides into the backseat with you instead of taking the front with Yunho like he normally would. Enclosed in the warmth of the car, you relax into Mingi’s arms and find Yunho’s eyes studying you in the rearview mirror. Their scents settle you a bit, more than any other alpha’s ever has. 

“I’m okay,” You assure them, “it’s coming and going,” 

“We don’t live too far,” Yunho smiles, “so just try to relax and we’ll be inside soon, okay?” 

“Yeah,” 

Mingi eases you against him, feeling your exhaustion, until you’re nestled in his lap with his fingers softly carding through your hair. Yunho’s eyes flick back to you again and again as he drives, but for the first time since the locker room, you’re not in too much pain. 

“Yunho,” Mingi murmurs and his friend hums a noise of acknowledgement, “we need to pick up a few things for her,” 

“What do you mean?” 

“She needs to eat before this really starts,” Mingi says quietly, “I think we have water bottles at home and ice packs?” 

“Yeah we do, I went to the store a couple days ago,” Yunho glances back at you again. 

“Okay,” Mingi’s fingers keep up their soothing brushes on your scalp, “and we need condoms, in case.” 

“Oh,” Yunho blinks and opens his mouth to say something but you get there more quickly. 

“We don’t need them,” You twitch as a cramp ripples through you, “I’m on birth control,” 

“If it would make you feel more comfortable though,” Mingi offers. 

“No,” You groan a little and shift on the uncomfortable back seat, “really, I’m good.” 

The car is quiet for a minute, the reality sinking in that they won’t just be keeping you safe tucked away in a room in their apartment, but they will be helping you. Yunho clears his throat, “Then we’re good, let’s get you home and in bed, and then we can order food? Do we have time?” 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “I’m okay now that i’m with you both,” 

“Exactly,” Mingi soothes you as your fists tighten, eyes closing as you breathe through another small cramp, “your alphas will take good care of you,” 

You release a shuddering breath, the word sinking into your chest and keeping you whole. 

“Almost there,” He murmurs, “just breathe, omega,” 

Getting you upstairs to their apartment proves a little challenging, moving through the lobby of the apartment building and ferrying you into an elevator. They stay close to you, keeping you firmly tucked between them as they walk you in, and you do your very best to seem in control and not draw any unnecessary attention. 

The minute their apartment door closes though, your legs give out and Mingi scoops you up, “You did so well,” he assures you, and it’s evident now that he is the one with the experience here, knowing exactly what the primal part of your brain needs to hear. 

“I’ll order food,” Yunho says, giving you a small smile. 

“Get her some meat,” Mingi directs him, “broth too, and lots of rice,” 

“You are good at this,” You sigh. 

“We got you,” Mingi grins, acting like this is second nature, “now… I can put you to bed, or would you like a cool shower before you lay down? I know that helps,” 

“Mm, yes please,” You nod. 

“Alright,” Mingi nods and looks up, “get the food going, and then meet me in my room with some water and the ice packs.” 

“Right,” Yunho looks at you, “are you okay with just Mingi?” 

“Yeah,” You smile, “I’m feeling okay,” 

“Good,” Yunho smiles back and pulls out his phone to order the food, “then I’ll meet you there.” 

Mingi sets you up in the bathroom with ease, making sure you have towels and everything you need. Your heat is coming, building inside your body with every cramp and rush of warm blush, but their combined scents keep things calm enough for you to take care of yourself a bit. He asks you to keep the door unlocked in case you need help, and leaves you to your moment of peace. You let the cool water settle your body, taking solace in this dip of your pre-heat before things get worse. 

When you’re done, wrapped up in fluffy towels and feeling decidedly less sticky from the combination of sweat and slick, you make your way out into the hall. There are three bedrooms, an empty one you assume is Yunho’s, one that’s been converted into an office, and then one larger room at the end of the hall that you know must be Mingi’s. 

He appears in the doorway before you make it too much further and smiles, “Feeling better?” 

“Yes, thank you so much,” 

“Mhm,” He reaches for you, “come on in, we got everything ready for you,” 

His bedroom smells overwhelmingly like cinnamon when you first cross through the door and you feel a tense flutter in your core. His room is tidy, clean and organized well, which feels surprising for Mingi given how chaotic and busy he can seem at times. The bed is made, but the covers are pulled back for you and you see a folded shirt and thin sleep pants at the edge of the bed. Yunho is sitting in a chair in the corner by the foot of the bed and waiting, the dresser adjacent to his side equipped with almost everything you’ll need. Water bottles, pain killers, and ice packs, an unfilled bowl with a few washcloths stacked inside. 

“How do you know all this?” You catch Mingi’s eye. 

“My girlfriend in college went through terrible heats,” He explains easily, directing you towards the bed, “I remember what used to make her feel a little better,” 

“Ah,” That explains so much of him, and his easy reaction to finding you in the locker room. 

“Do you need help getting dressed at all?” He asks. 

“No, I just really want to lie down,” Your limbs are starting to feel heavy and achy. 

“We’ll leave you be then,” Yunho offers, “and when the food gets here we’ll bring some in,”

“Mhm,” You sigh, sinking down onto the bed, “thank you both again, so much,” 

When you’re finally alone in Mingi’s room, you start to take stock of your body and how it feels, getting a sense of how far you are from the real thick of your heat. Judging by the intensity of your cramps and the fact that you’re starting to produce slick, you know you’re not too far off, maybe a few hours at most. The onset of your heat is normally much slower than this, a long few days of light pre-heat into a couple of days of uncomfortable cramps and extremely high arousal. On suppressants it feels easy, off them everything is unpredictable. 

You pull on the clothes they left you, but they smell like stale lavender, artificial like laundry detergent and it’s not helping. You find the hamper in the corner and toss off the top, digging through Mingi’s clothes until you find a hoodie and you bury your face in it before taking a deep inhale and letting the warm smell of him pass through you. It might be crossing a line, but you don’t really care, you need them.

A pulsing wave passes through you and you collapse back into the bed, tugging on the hoodie and curling yourself up in the covers. The bed smells like him too, and you gather a pillow to your chest and take a deep inhale. Your neediness is starting to build up again with every passing minute, flushing heat through your chest and where you were cold a moment ago you’re suddenly overheated. You kick off the covers, but keep them close, and pile the pillows around you too so you can better inhale his scent. 

Slick rushes forwards again and you bite your inner cheek to stifle a moan and keep things in check. You push off the sleep pants they had given you, and fish through your gym bag until you find a clean pair of underwear and some wipes. You clean yourself up a bit, and change your underwear for the third time today, before deciding that there’s no point in putting the pants back on. Mingi’s hoodie falls low over your shorter frame, dragging along your thighs. 

You bury yourself back in his bed, and do your best to get a little rest before what’s to come. 

When you wake, it’s to Mingi pushing back his hoodie so he can see your face a little better, “Hey,” he murmurs, “how are you feeling?” 

“Tired,” You sigh, “and sore,” 

“Okay,” He smiles and tugs lightly on the strings of his hoodie, “is this helping?” 

“Mm,” You nod into his palm, but nervous knots start to curl up in your belly, “where’s Yunho?” 

“I’m here,” Yunho’s voice comes from the opposite side of the bed, and you twist in the sheets to find him, a cramp pulsing through you as you do and you groan, gripping onto the bed sheets beneath you. 

“Easy,” Mingi scolds you softly, “you need all the rest you can get,” 

Yunho finds your eyes and smiles, “What’s wrong?” He asks gently, noticing your nervous fidgeting. 

“I don’t know, I thought you left,” You manage. 

“I’m an idiot,” Mingi sighs behind you and his hand that rests on your hip shifts away, “stay with her a second,” 

“Mhm,” Yunho’s eyes don’t leave you, and he reaches out to rest his hand on yours, “we’ve got dinner, and then once you eat you can rest, we won’t go anywhere.” 

You watch his face as he studies your features, his breathing slow and steady, when you hear Mingi come back into the room behind you. “Here we go,” He says, and you feel a large, soft blanket draping over you. The smell of wet earth and rain in the air fills your senses again and you drag the blanket up and around you with a sigh. 

“You’re nesting,” Yunho observes, his mouth dropping open, “of course,” 

“She couldn’t smell you in here,” Mingi explains with ease, “she needs you to relax,” 

You nod, your cheek pressed against the blanket, “You smell like a thunderstorm,” 

Yunho sits slowly on the bed by your side, brushing your hair back behind your ear and smoothing his thumb along your cheekbone, “Is that right?” he smiles. 

“I love thunderstorms,” Your eyes drift closed. 

Mingi chuckles, “I think she’s found herself a heat partner,” 

“Only if she wants one,” Yunho presses, “and only after she eats,” 

Your eyes reopen, and you push yourself up to your knees, dropping the hood of Mingi’s sweatshirt and running your hands over your warm cheeks. “We need to talk now,” You blink hard and take a deep breath, “before I get too far into this,” 

“Let’s eat then,” Mingi gestures for you to sit back more comfortably and you watch as he and Yunho both produce boxes of take out from bags on the dresser, “what are you thinking?” 

“Well,” You shift up the bed to lean against the headboard, dragging Yunho’s blanket with you, “I haven’t gone through this in a while. I’m not sure how it’s going to be, but you said you wanted to help. What did you mean by it?” 

Yunho looks like he’s not sure exactly what to say or where to start and Mingi cuts in smoothly, “I’m willing to help with all of it. If you want me gone, I’m gone. If you want help to come to take the edge off, I can do that, and if you want me to actually knot you,” he gestures for you to fill in the blanks. 

“Right,” 

“But,” Mingi cuts in and your eyes shift back to him, “You seem to want Yunho,” 

His eyes flick down to the way you’re rubbing his blanket between your thumb and forefinger and you drop it instantly, not even realizing what you were doing. Mingi smiles softly and adds, “I think you prefer his scent,” 

“No!” You exclaim, wincing at the way your body tenses up, “No, it’s not that, at all.” 

“Earlier,” Mingi takes a seat on the edge of the bed, “you said my scent was making it harder, that’s not what I want to do for you.” 

“Mingi,” You shake your head, “I meant because it’s good, both of you. So, no I don’t have a preference.” 

“Oh,” Mingi smiles, and then turns to Yunho, “how are you feeling?” 

He clears his throat softly and nods, “The same as you, I’m all in.” 

“Okay,” You exhale slowly, “then so am I,” 

Mingi passes you a take out container and a pair of chopsticks, “Eat this, okay?” 

“Mhm,” You’re caught between exhaustion and adrenaline, but you stay focused on the task at hand. You all eat quietly, the atmosphere a little awkward now that you’ve all agreed. 

As you finish the container of food, Yunho smoothly passes you another and he says, “So, you feel comfortable with us?” 

“I do,” You nod, shifting a little at a slight pain in your back, “I like you both, and if I can trust you in the studio, I can trust you with this.” 

“And if you ask us to knot you?” Mingi prompts. 

“Right,” You swallow, resting the container of food on your lap, “I guess there are some things we should say now,” 

They look at you, waiting expectantly. 

“People say things during heat,” You start, imagining all the things you might beg them for for the next few days to come. “It’s not like I’ll be out of my mind or anything, you know that,” You nod to Mingi. 

“Mhm,” 

“But it’s still hard to control,” You explain, and Yunho listens intently, “I don’t know what it’ll be like for me. It’s been a long time, but you have my permission to do whatever we need to. If I ask you to knot me, knot me.” 

“Okay,” Mingi nods, “it’s good that we’re clear.” 

You feel another flush up your chest and you breathe slowly, “But no matter what,” you hold their gazes, “if I ask you to claim me, don’t. Don’t do it, even if I tell you I’m sure.” 

“Absolutely not,” Mingi’s brow furrows, and he looks shocked that you’d even have to say it, “there’s no way.�� 

“I know you know,” You swallow and reach for a water bottle on the nightstand, “but Yunho, you’ve never done this before.” 

“That might be true,” He shakes his head, “but I know you wouldn’t mean that, it would just be the heat talking,” 

“Exactly,” You nod, “I might sound like I want that or like I need that, but I don’t.” 

“Understood,” Yunho nods, “I wouldn’t, I swear,” 

You sink back into your pillows and tuck back into your box of food, “I just want you to be prepared,” you explain, “and before I start crying and begging you to give me a pup, I wanted to say it,” 

Mingi laughs into his food, choking a little, “Sorry, no, not funny,” 

You smile, the mood a little lighter now, “It’s kind of funny.” 

Yunho smiles, shifting further onto the bed as he all but inhales his noodles, “You seem a better, I thought it was going to just get worse,” 

“Oh, it will,” You shrug, “but the food is nice, and you’re both here with me. When Mingi found me I was scared and alone, which always makes it worse,” 

Mingi’s hand rubs a comforting line up your shin, “You’re very safe now,” 

“I know,” You nod. 

“Eat some more,” Yunho notices that you’ve taken too long of a pause, and he gestures for you to keep going, “and then what would be nice? Some sleep?” 

“Maybe,” You dip back into your rice, “would you stay?” 

“I’ll stay,” Yunho murmurs. 

“Me too,” Mingi adds. 

They keep on you to eat, making sure you’ve had your fill. Afterwards, you rest between them watching some television, keeping your mind off things as best you can while you’re still feeling somewhat okay. They’re careful of you though, every shift of your body and soft hiss through your teeth drawing their attention. Mingi is still cool and evenly calm, but surprisingly Yunho is too, and you wonder what they talked about while you were in the shower. Did they discuss what to do at all? What the night and the next few days would be like? 

You’re so exhausted, slipping further down into the bed, nestled in pillows and wrapped in Yunho’s blanket. They naturally gravitate closer, their hands finding their way to your skin, and you’re not sure if it’s just their alpha nature or if it’s them, but you’ve never been more grateful for it. 

The cramps start to become unbearable again soon after they start to hold you. You’re not sure if their presence is making things move more quickly, let alone being with two alphas, but within the hour the pain sets in. 

You curl into Mingi’s chest as tight pain cuts through you, “Fuck,” you pant against him, “it hurts,” 

“I know,” Mingi soothes you, scooting down the bed until he’s eye to eye with you, “but you’re not alone,” 

A sharper, biting pain rips through you and a flood of heat washes over you. You grip down hard on Yunho’s hand, curling into yourself with a taut moan, “It… it hurts,” 

“Shh,” Yunho kisses your hair, running his hand up and down the expanse of your abdomen, “I know it hurts, jagiya,” 

You whine at the name, desperate to hear him call you anything and everything. Your omega thrums inside you - every touch telling you just how much closer your heat is than you realize. “Please,” You plead, but you don’t know exactly what you’re pleading for, “I can’t breathe,” 

“Yes, you can,” Mingi tries to sooth you, his hand on your cheek, “look at me, y/n, come on omega,” 

Tears well in your eyes, heat flooding through your veins and a pulsating need fluttering through you. If they don’t touch you, you might wither into nothing. Your hips tuck back into Yunho’s and you groan, “I can’t,” 

“She’s burning up,” Yunho murmurs from your side. 

“Let’s take this off then,” Mingi tugs on the sleeves of his hoodie slowly, coaxing your arm through. He can see your rising panic at the idea you won't be wrapped in their scents, but he shakes his head slowly, “easy, love, let your alphas help,” 

As the heavy sweatshirt is pulled away, you drop back on the bedding between them. The thin t-shirt they gave you is all but soaked through with sweat, sticking to your curves. Your head is aching, waves of feverish heat washing over you again and again, and you whimper, your legs twitching as you try to find a somewhat comfortable position. 

“Hey, hey,” Yunho’s thumb settles over the swollen gland in your neck, and he strokes it soft and slow, “just breathe,” 

It settles you, just a bit, and you let your eyes drift shut. With a sigh you reach for Mingi just to feel a bit of his skin on yours, “I’m not even properly in heat yet and I feel like I could crawl out of my skin,” 

“Hot?” Mingi brushes the damp hair back from your forehead. 

“It’s like my skin is tingling,” You murmur, “like a nerve,”

“Okay,” He nods. He shifts off the bed and your eyes flutter open. Mingi soothes you with a gentle hand, before moving towards the dresser, “Yunho, get those clothes off her,” 

Yunho’s eyes lock on yours, “Can I?” 

You nod, your head feeling full and pained. 

Yunho’s hand slips under the edge of your damp shirt, coasting up your stomach as he pushes the fabric up and the drag of his hot hand sends a pulse through your body. You moan, head dropping back into the bedding, and you feel another gush of slick. 

“It’s okay,” Yunho soothes as you he drops your shirt to the side of the bed, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” 

You huff, a light laugh as you shake your head, “Easy for you to say, you’re not falling apart whenever I touch you,” 

“Yet,” He smiles. 

“Who are you kidding?” Mingi returns to your bedside with a bowl of cool ice water and a damp washcloth. He throws a smile at his friend before ringing out the washcloth over the bowl, “The minute you saw us in the hall you were all alpha protection mode, scenting her and everything,” 

“Shut up,” 

You grin, but Mingi sweeps a cold line up your body with the cloth and you shudder, “Fuck, that’s nice,” 

“Good,” Mingi murmurs, passing another wet washcloth to Yunho. When Mingi presses a firm line up your chest, and sweeping a little too close to your neck your body arches and your nipples harden into painful peaks. 

You blush hard and drop a hand over your face, “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” 

“Why?” Yunho asks gently, wiping your brow with the cool cloth. 

“We work together,” You sigh, “closely together… I probably should have made you take me home or something but,”

“Do knotting dildos even really help?” Mingi asks bluntly. 

“I mean,” You shrug, “they get the job done,”  

“Hmm,” Mingi shakes his head, “not with a heat like this,” 

“Maybe,” You sigh. 

“y/n,” Yunho asks, “have you had a heat partner before? Have you been knotted?” 

“A long time ago,” You nod, “it wasn’t a great experience, but you know, it is what it is.” 

Yunho passes the cloth down your chest and you shudder, but he keeps the conversation going, “Why in the world are you off your suppressants then?” 

Your eyes flick down, and you swallow hard, “I can’t afford them right now,” 

“Wait,” Mingi shakes his head, “what?” 

“The brand I’m on is the only one that works for me,” You explain, “they’re not priced like the generics, and I don’t have coverage yet. I’ve been rationing them out, but,” 

“You should have talked to me about it,” Yunho shakes his head, brows knit together in concern, “we could have done something for you,” 

“Yunho,” You meet his eyes, “I appreciate that, but I’m still kind of new here. I’m just trying to prove I belong here, and I didn’t want a reason to need a special exception.”

He looks like he wants to say something, but settles on nodding, “I can understand that.” 

“I’m,” You tense up as your cramps intensify, “I’m glad to know I can talk to you, I’ll do it in the future, I just couldn’t come to you about this.” 

“Alright,” He nods, his voice shifting to soothe again as your eyes clamp tightly shut. 

“Are they worse?” Mingi asks. 

You can’t answer, not yet, your muscles are locked up in crippling pain and you feel like you’re drowning in a sudden wave of hot air. You gasp as you feel your body produce more slick, your thighs surely sticky now, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of their hands and where they rest on your body. 

“I think,” Your hips jerk as Mingi slides the washcloth just an inch up your side, “oh God, I think,” 

“Okay,” Yunho pets your hair gently, “okay, just breathe,” 

Your fingers tighten in the sheets beneath you and an overwhelming ache between your thighs reminds you just how empty your body is. You press your thighs together, feeling a throb in your core, and you can’t stop the whimper that bubbles from your lips. 

“Let’s get these off too,” Mingi murmurs, his hands settling on your hip and tugging at your underwear to slowly peel them off.  

Things are spinning around you, tense and painful suddenly and no amount of cool washcloths or gentle touches are going to help you now. Your vision feels blurry, and you curl into yourself, tucking your body into Yunho’s chest with a pained hiss. 

“Oh, come here,” Yunho tucks you close, “I’ve got you,”

“Alpha,” You feel like crying suddenly, your stomach tense, “alpha, please,” 

“What, jagiya?” Yunho murmurs against your hair. 

You can’t explain what you need, all you know is that you can’t feel him close enough and you push the edges of his shirt up to try and find more of him, “Please,” you whine as you try to feel more of his skin on yours. 

“Whoa, whoa,” He tries to catch your hands but it just makes you more tense. 

“K-knot me,” Your stomach cramps, your cunt feeling swollen and sensitive, “please,” 

“y/n,” Yunho tries again to pull your hands away but you drive forwards, pressing your cheek against his bare chest where his shirt is ridden all the way up and you sigh into his skin, pressing frantic kisses along his body. 

“Please,” You beg again, “I’ll be so good for you, so good,” 

“I know you will,” He manages, but he can’t deter you, and you feel the moment his body responds to yours. His hands tighten pleasantly on your hips, and you hear the change in his breath. He releases your hands and swallows hard, “Alright, alright,” 

“No,” Mingi interrupts, “not yet,” 

“Why?” You sob. 

“You’re not ready yet,” He soothes, shifting closer behind you and placing a warm kiss on your bare back, “and Yunho and I are not going to hurt you tonight,” 

“I don’t care,” Your hands slide down Yunho’s chest, searching for his waistband. 

“Mingi’s right,” Yunho groans, attempting to disconnect your hands from him. 

“Omega,” Mingi’s voice is firm, and your hands fall away, “be still.” You’re sure you’re shaking like a leaf, and he sighs, “You need a little sleep,” 

“I can’t sleep like this,” You shake your head, “everything hurts so much,” 

“We’ll help with that,” Mingi pulls you away from Yunho’s chest, ignoring your tense whine at being pulled away from him, and slides a hand down your thigh to press your legs open, “we’ll help you sleep,” 

Yunho rests his hand on your inner thigh, bending your knee to open you up for Mingi’s hand, “Let your alphas make you feel good,” 

You’re shaking in their grip, Yunho’s hand feeling like a lead weight, and Mingi settles down low by your side so that you’re almost nose to nose, holding your gaze as his fingers gently sink into your wet folds. 

“P-please,” The sound in your throat is tight, “I need you to fuck me,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi nods, unfazed by your sudden shift in demeanor as your heat finally starts to build, “we will, but not yet,” 

You stifle a groan and turn your head away from him, tears gathering in your eyes as Mingi’s middle finger flattens out over your clit and starts to rock. All it does is stoke heat inside you and your vision blurs, the empty pocket inside you aching like never before. “Alpha,” You sob, “it’s not enough,” 

You expect Mingi to respond, but instead it’s Yunho, cupping your cheek and drawing your face towards his, “Shh,” he shakes his head, a gentle expression on his face, “we have you, sweetheart,” 

Something in his face calms you for a moment, the feeling of his warm gaze filling you and you want nothing more than to know he likes you. Approves of you. Your breath is slight, just a whisper in your throat. 

Seeing your response he slides forwards, pressing his mouth to yours in a warm, tender kiss. His hand slips down and he brushes over your gland again to keep you at ease, “Be patient for us,” he kisses you again, “and you know we’ll knot you nice and full,” 

With a desperate pant you catch his mouth again, moaning against his mouth when Mingi finally, finally sinks a finger deep inside your aching core. 

“You’re still so tight, omega,” Mingi murmurs. He pushes a second finger inside and starts to pump them in and out, and it’s not enough, nowhere near enough, but little blooms of pleasure spark up your spine and you fall back from Yunho into the bedding once more. 

“More,” You widen your legs and cant your hips, “please, Mingi, please,” 

He presses his lips to your forehead, nuzzling you softly until his mouth is close to your ear, “You’re so beautiful, omega. Did you know that?” 

A wash of pleasure crashes through you and his fingers speed up, pushing into you more firmly, his thumb catching against your clit to heighten every thrust. You moan against him, gripping hard on his shirt and jutting your hips into his hand. 

“And so good for us,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, traveling down until lips close around one of your stiff nipples. 

“Ah,” You arch into his mouth, “ah, god,” 

“Close already, omega?” Mingi teases, shaking his head despite the smile across his lips, “Are you that sensitive?” 

“D-don’t tease me,” Hot pleasure sparks up your body and your head twists back, your body tight and stiff. 

“Then come,” Mingi bites down on your earlobe gently and you whine. 

“Do as your told,” Yunho urges you, sucking hard on your nipple and pressing your leg open wider, “our sweet little omega,” 

You come so hard your brain whites out, your ears ringing and your body trembling. After an entire week of build up to your heat, and hours of feeling like your body was being stretched out long like a rubber band, snapping apart in their hands hits you so much harder than you ever could have imagined. 

Your brain reconnects when you feel Yunho’s soft blanket tucked around your naked body, and you’re too exhausted to open your eyes, but you feel them cuddle close before you drop off into sleep drowning in cedar and cinnamon. 

You have no idea what time it is when you wake again, your brain is too foggy and pained to even check the time. All you know is desperate need, all consuming emptiness and aching. When you reach out in front of you, the bed is empty and you stifle a sob. You’re alone, they’ve left you alone. You’re alone and you’re in heat, and you thought they wanted you, but all you can feel is shame. The primal part of your brain tells you that you’re not good enough, that if you had been a better omega for them they would have stayed. You’d be good and knotted by now. 

Curling into the sheets you try to push yourself up, but find the effort even harder than before. You’re soaked in sweat, trembling uncontrollably, and the throbbing pulse of your cunt is so heady that you find yourself seeking any friction at all, squeezing your thighs tight and grinding against the balled up comforter. 

You feel a body roll behind you, shifting closer, and when you hear his groggy, sleepy groan, you almost cry in relief. “A-alpha?” You can’t move too much, too it’s too painful, but you reach back for him. 

“Hey,” Yunho’s voice is a little hoarse, and it takes him a minute to realize what’s going on, but in the early morning faded light he watches the way you’re struggling. “Oh,” he breathes, “it’s really started,” 

You nod desperately, “I need help, alpha, please,” 

“Okay,” His voice drops, and he slides across the bed to slot himself perfectly behind you, “I’m going to take care of you now,” 

“Y-Yunho,” You squeeze yourself further back into him, “I’m so empty,” 

His face is above yours now, studying your expression to try and determine if this is really it, and you don’t know where Mingi is to guide the situation but at the feeling of Yunho’s body behind yours, your will to care is fading away into nothing. He’s not touching you fast enough, and with a whimper, you twist your head in the sheets, bearing your neck and submitting. 

“Oh,” Yunho’s hands tighten on you, “oh,” 

“Please,” You press again, “it hurts, alpha,” 

His cock stiffens behind you, and you almost cry in relief, rolling your hips back against him. “Fuck,” His face drops against your hair, “oh my god,” 

“Inside me,” You beg, reaching back and tugging at his shirt, “now, please,” 

He moves so much more quickly this time, pushing down his sweats and reaching between your thighs to check you, finding you soaked with slick and aching for him. You moan when you feel the press of his cockhead against your entrance, and in one fluid motion he slides home, fully seating himself inside you. 

You’re shaking in his arms, the feeling of being this full making you almost delirious with joy. Yunho doesn’t move though. He has you pulled as close as possible so that your back is flush with his chest, arms wrapped around you and keeping you perfectly still. His forehead rests against the top of your head and you can hear his shaky breath. You need him to move, to fuck you, to fill you with pups and never leave you, but he doesn’t. 

Slowly, his hips draw back just a little before sinking forward again, thrusting inside your tight channel experimentally like he’s trying to get a feel for you. Despite how your body prepared you for this, making you wet and relaxed to be able to accommodate an alpha’s knot, the feeling of his cock stretching you open is almost enough to make you come right then and there. 

He thrusts again, slowly, and you whimper against him. You need more, and fast.

Yunho groans as he holds himself deeply inside you again, caressing your body with his free hand, “You are the best thing I’ve felt in my entire life,” 

Your brain spins, pleasure flooding you and distantly you can hear yourself asking him to knot you. You’re not prepared for what he’ll feel like fucking you in earnest. 

“Is that what my girl needs?” Yunho pants, and hand locking down over your hip to help pull your body back against his hard thrusts. 

“God, please!” Your eyes close, falling apart into the sensations of him inside you. 

He groans against you, “Tell me what you need, omega,” 

The low tenor of his voice is nothing but alpha now, his instincts guiding him just as much as yours. You’re never going to last, not if he’s going to talk to you like this. With a taut moan you beg him, “Fill me up, alpha please, knot me please,” 

His hand slides up your chest, up your neck until you’re shaking with need, and closes his fingers on your jaw until he draws your face up so he can watch your eyes. His hips shift their pace, no longer driving into you with frantic need but instead firm, deep thrusts of his cock. His eyes are blown wide with desire, his mouth falling open as he watches you falling apart on his cock, “You’re all fucking mine,” 

You nod, hot tears gathering in your eyes from the overwhelming sensation and you cry out desperately for more. 

“All mine,” He repeats and surges forwards to lock his lips on yours, “you belong to me,”

“Yes!” You choke, “I’m yours, only yours,” 

“Good girl,” He angles his hips, and on the next thrust you’re spinning fast into the crest of your orgasm. With his face pressed against you, his lips at your ear, his next words snap you open. “I’ll give you perfect pups,” He pants, his knot swelling, “I’ll breed you so full,” 

There’s nothing now but the feeling of him, all encompassing as your orgasm crashes down over you, muscles spasming around his hard length. You’re a babbling mess, but so is he, so close to coming that the first sensation as your eyes reopen is his knot pressing hard at your opening. 

He’s so large already, larger than any partner or knotting dildo you’ve ever used, and you scramble a little in his hold, “Y-Yunho, I can’t,” 

“Shh,” He holds you against him, “you can, I know you can,” 

Pushing your hips down with his broad hands, he angles himself upwards until you feel the pressure of his knot pushing past your entrance and finally slipping inside you fully. It burns, your body aching to accommodate him, but with the way he’s holding you and the throb of his cock inside you, none of that matters. 

He grinds his hips desperately into you, his knot swelling further inside you, and when he comes, releasing hot with a shuddering groan, you finally feel sated. Your body melts into him, pleasantly foggy and at ease, his knot no longer uncomfortable but essential. 

You’re finally, finally full. 

It takes time for Yunho to come back to his senses, his hands still locked on your skin and breathing shaky as he tries to regulate it. You realize now that you have a little clarity that it was his first time. Deep, instinctual need had guided him, but the longer he stays quiet, the longer you wonder if you did well for him. 

After another minute or two you find his hand and lace your fingers together, “Yunho?” 

“Yes?” He murmurs from behind you, his forehead still against your hair. 

“Can you hold me please?” You murmur, squeezing his hand. 

“Come here,” He sighs, shifting slightly to spoon you properly. As he does, the knot locked inside you shifts and you make a startled hum at the sensation. He smooths your hair back and tries to get a good look at you, “Does that hurt?” 

“No,” You shake your head, adjusting so that you’re resting on his bicep, “I just feel full,” 

“Mm,” He kisses your temple, nuzzling your skin with his nose as he breathes in your scent, “you’re perfect,” 

Warmth blooms in your chest, “So are you,” 

“I want you like that again and again,” His hand slips out of yours so that he can coast it over your body, feeling your warm skin under his hands. 

“You can have me like that again and again,” You smile, “I’ll be in heat for days.” 

“Days of this,” He sighs, his hand dipping down over your hip and settling over your stomach. He inches his fingers down, passing over your sensitive nub and feeling the place where your bodies connect, locked together. 

“Does it feel good for you too?” You murmur, a little breathy as his hand slips back over your clit. 

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” He presses closer to you, “it’s incredible,” 

You chuckle, kissing his arm and relaxing further into his touch. You’re about to agree, to say more, to confess that in truth it’s your only experience in heat that so far hasn’t been terrible, but the door to the bedroom opens and Yunho tenses. 

Mingi opens the door slowly, and Yunho pulls you close, his hand closing over your stomach and his other arm wrapping around your shoulders. It’s just Mingi, but Yunho’s brain must still be fogged with the intrinsic need to protect you and in the presence of another alpha, he can’t see that it’s just his friend. 

“Mingi,” You shake your head, feeling how tense Yunho is behind you, “give him a minute,” 

“You’re okay?” He checks, staying rooted to the spot at the door, knowing that Yunho could hurt you if he stops thinking straight and tries to defend you against the imagined threat of another alpha. 

“I’m perfect,” You assure him, “I promise,” 

“Is he?” Mingi looks anxious. 

“He’s fine,” You nod, smoothing your hand across his arm to try and relieve some of his tension, “but we need some more time.” 

Mingi nods, “Come find me when you’re done,”

“We will,” 

Mingi’s eyes flick to Yunho, “Be careful with her,” 

“I got it,” Yunho’s voice sounds strained. 

Mingi nods once, and then disappears, leaving the door open, and you suspect it's so he can hear things a little better should you need him. Yunho’s muscles unlock slowly, his thumb unconsciously rubbing a steady line over your abdomen, and he exhales heavily into your hair.   

After a while, you expect his knot to have gone down, but he’s just as locked inside you as ever. The overwhelming alpha quality though has started to fade, and you rest lazily in his arms as he plays with your fingers and waits it out. 

“Does it normally take this long?” He asks finally. 

“Not usually,” You shake your head, “but it’s your first time knotting someone properly, so it might just take a little bit.” 

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs. 

“Why?” You tug him a little closer to your back, “This is exactly what I need,” 

“Everything felt right?” He pushes himself up onto one elbow so that he can look down at you a little better, propping his head in his hand. 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “Better than right,” 

He smiles, his eyes flicking over you appreciatively. 

“What about for you?” You bring him back to center, rubbing a circle into his palm with the pad of your thumb. 

“It wasn’t what I expected,” He says honestly, and your mouth drops open. “No, no,” He cups your cheek, “I meant that it was just… much more intense than I expected. I said a lot of things to you, and I don’t know, I guess I thought that type of thing was just played up in porn,” 

“Oh,” You grin, delighted a little by the way his ears run red. 

“Yeah,” He smiles, blush creeping into his cheeks now, “I just couldn’t stop myself,” 

“Mm,” You nod, “I get it, completely. This is why I wanted to talk before I was in heat,” 

“Was it too much?” He checks in. 

“No,” You assure him, “It was just what I needed to hear, and it doesn’t mean anything outside of my heat, it’s just instinct.” 

He nods and sighs, dropping back to the bed and cuddling you close again, “Good,” he murmurs, “then don’t worry about how clingy I’m about to get,” 

“You? Clingy?” You giggle against his chest, “I don’t believe it,” 

“I’m a softie,” He shrugs, “I don’t know what to tell you,” 

“But you always seem so serious at the studio,” You murmur, “and I’ve seen you go out with a lot of women,” 

“Ah,” He laughs, “well the studio is work, and I’m responsible for a lot there. And as far as the dates,” he corrects, “I am trying to appease my mother because she desperately wants me to find a wife, which I’m not really focused on right now, but she’s pretty obstinate.” 

“Such a mystery, Jeong Yunho,” You prod him lightly. 

“Not really,” He kisses your hair, sighing into you, “I’m just a guy,” 

You hum and let your eyes drift closed as he holds you. 

He yawns and sighs again, “So, forgive me if I cuddle you to death while you’re here, like I said, softie,” 

“I’m not complaining,” You sink into his touch. 

He groans a little, his knot finally softening but he stops you when you shift your hips, “Go slow, I don’t want to hurt you,” 

“It’s okay,” You assure him, feeling the way his knot fades down into being barely there. His cock starts to soften, and you slowly ease your way forwards while he shifts his hips back, disconnecting you both with a soft wet sound. 

His release floods out of you, leaving you messy and sticky, but Yunho kisses your shoulder and shifts away, “Hold tight, I’ll get a towel,” 

He seems incredibly unembarrassed about the messy state of heat sex, which you’re eternally grateful for, and within a few minutes you’re cleaned up and dressed again in yet another pair of clean underwear and one of the largest shirts of Mingi’s that you’ve ever seen. 

“How are you feeling?” Yunho asks as you finish cleaning your face up in the mirror of Mingi’s bathroom.

“A little sore,” You tell him honestly, “and cramping a little again, but it’s not too bad yet.” 

“You want to come see Mingi then? Get out of this room for a minute?” He brushes his fingers down your back as he watches you in the mirror. 

“Perfect,” 

In the living room, Mingi is waiting. He’s pouring over with nervous energy, his leg bouncing and his fingers fidgeting with his phone, refreshing his social media feed over and over again. The television is on, but he’s clearly not watching, and instead you see him perk up at the first sounds of you emerging from the bedroom. 

“Hey,” He twists around on the couch, looking a little relieved when he sees you completely fine and cleaned up wearing one of his t-shirts. 

“Hey,” You smile, moving towards the couch, “can I sit?” 

“Of course,” He gestures towards the couch, but that’s not exactly what you meant. The sight of him waiting for you, and the palpable taste of his anxiety in the air makes you feel needed, and you push his arms open to settle in his lap. 

“Oh,” He adjusts his legs to give you a better seat and winds his arm around your back, “is everything okay?” 

“Mhm,” You take his hand, rubbing your thumb gently over the gland in his wrist to soothe him, “you can relax, I’m perfectly fine,” 

Yunho takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch, chewing the inside of his cheek as he watches you and Mingi together. With a nudge to his friend’s thigh he gets Mingi’s attention and shakes his head, “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” 

“It’s cool,” Mingi shrugs, “I know the feeling.” 

“Where did you go, anyways?” You ask, leaning into his chest. The familiarity between the three of you should feel strange, before last night you really were only coworkers to each other. You might have even become friends, but now you’ve pushed so far past that you don’t know what you are except to accept that their hands on your skin feels right. 

“I shouldn’t have left, I could feel you were getting restless,” he explains, “I went to make you some broth and get cold water, just putting a few things together, but by the time I got back you were both in it,” 

“Ah,” You blush looking down at your hands, “sorry,” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Mingi’s broad, warm hand rests on your bare thigh and gives you a subtle squeeze, “I’m glad Yunho could help. I just didn’t think it would be smart to interrupt you,” 

“Good thinking,” Yunho adds, running a hand over his face and sighing, “you were right,” 

“I told you,” Mingi nods, “it can be intense,” 

Yunho passes a hand over your shin before pushing himself back up to stand and he stretches long and tall before groaning, “Alright, I’m starving.” 

You clap a hand over your mouth, chuckling into your palm, “Classic,” 

“Can I make you something?” He asks, “Either of you?” 

Mingi shakes his head, “I’m good,” 

“Me too,” You agree, “I should be hungry, but I’m really not,” 

Mingi’s nose crinkles, “You should still eat,” 

“Maybe in a bit,” You try to appease him. 

“In a bit you’ll be jumping our bones again,” Mingi counters. 

“I know,” You sigh, “but really, I’m okay. I feel pretty good,” 

“This is really just because it’s day one right?” Yunho asks, a little less joking than before. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “day one and two are never as bad, and you definitely have more lucidity as long as you’re managing the spikes well. Day three, four, and sometimes five if it lasts that long, are usually a lot harder.” 

“How much is a lot?” Yunho asks, stepping close and running his hand over your hair, “You were already in a lot of pain,” 

“I’ll be less coherent, and the fever can be worse. I probably won’t have down time like this,” You explain, “the pain isn’t necessarily worse, it’s just more consistent,” 

He frowns, “Then you’re eating now,” 

You sigh heavily and shake your head, “Honestly, you don’t need to, I can make myself something in a bit or,” 

Mingi cuts you off and makes a dismissive noise with his tongue against his teeth, “y/n, relax. This is what we meant when we said we’d help you through your heat. It’s more than just orgasms and knots,” 

You swallow back your words, holding his gaze. 

“Alphas are meant to provide,” He reminds you, “so let us,” 

A flutter of warmth bubbles through you, and you can only nod, no use arguing now when your mind is spinning and telling you to accept. Yunho drops a quick kiss on the top of your head, before disappearing into the kitchen. You’ve never had an alpha provide, never once. In your limited experience before going on suppressants, you were used to being knotted incredibly quickly and then left alone, or having a partner that never really knew how to fully satisfy, leaving you to feverishly deal with your needs while they slept. You’ve never experienced a heat where you felt wanted before. 

You ease into Mingi’s chest, resting a head on his shoulder and letting your muscles relax for as long as you can. They make you food, massage your sore hips, and keep you distracted with stories and memories from before your time at the studio. They hold you close, and they ease your pain, they provide.

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

I'd like to request Elekid! He seems like quite a silly little goober

Unfortunately, an elekid may not be the best pet for most owners. That being said, should someone be well-prepared to handle their needs and understood the inherent risks of elekid care. This is a case where there is some discrepancy between the pokédex data and move data, so you can happily take their score with a grain of salt.

To start with, like you said, they are “silly little goobers”! They are just the right size and temperament for a pet, as they are known to do well under the care of humans. They do get a little rowdy when storms approach (Sword), but the sound of storms raise their spirits, even if they’re recordings (Silver, Ultra Sun). It’s important to keep in mind that elekids might not get along well with other electric-type pokémon, since they may think they are trying to hog electricity; wild elekids have been seen in tussles with togedemarus for this very reason (Moon).

Speaking of electricity: elekids use it for both food and self defense, both of which harm their pet-compatibility score. For one, elekids like to get their food from electrical outlets like they’re baby bottles (Sun). Over time, it’s going to become much more expensive to feed an elekid than many other kinds of pets that happily munch on store-bought food. Expect a much bigger power bill! Some of the electricity they absorb, both through outside sources like outlets and by twirling their arms (Gold), is stored between their horns (Crystal). Fortunately, elekids cannot yet store very much electricity, so the worst you’ll receive if you touched one who hasn’t safely discharged is a “shocking jolt” (Ultra Moon). At least, that’s what the pokédex says.

Elekid’s moves say otherwise. Elekids can use a variety of pretty concerning electric-type moves that can really pack a bad punch, like Thunder and Thunderbolt. Moves like Discharge and Thunderwave can paralyze targets, an effect that could easily exacerbate serious health concerns. Now, none of this means that elekids are particularly aggressive. What it does indicate, however, is that their capacity for electric charge is much higher than what the pokédex indicates. If when the pokédex warns about accidental shocks they are referring to complete paralysis or a huge bolt of lightning, it becomes a much more serious accident risk! So just how dangerous is it to have an elekid around? This contradiction frustratingly makes it really foggy.

Surely, however, so long as someone knows the risks and provide their buddy with plenty of safe ways to discharge harmlessly, an elekid could be a manageable pet. Feel free to disagree with the score here, as elekids are definitely nowhere near the most risky electric-type pokémon we’ve covered. Just maybe steer clear if you have any heart problems…

[dalishborne]

ok thought dump about clan dynamics and related things bc i need to get this down.

revenelan leads the clan mostly in regards to where the clan plans to move to next, how to keep everyone safe, spiritual/religious matters and teaching the clan's children about their heritage (though there are others who teach the little ones as well, everything from history to culture to different kills.) she also checks in with everyone to make sure things are going smoothly - enough food stored, the health of their animals companions, hunters have what they need, craftsmen supplies are stocked, etc. also as a little side-responsibility, she plays a hand in matchmaking, which sorely intimidates her (she hasn't had the opportunity to do much of this, but she fully intends defer to their clan-mother, who i will talk about at some point.)

the clan does have a treasurer who manages clan finances and essential assets (food, clothes, blankets, etc.), the halla-keepers largely take care of the halla and any other pets, while also doubling as working/recording any maintenance for the aravels. there is a head hunter who keeps their warriors trained, scouts the roads ahead, and works with the treasurer to keep food well stocked. cooking is a clan-wide responsibility but typically falls on a small group of clanspeople, though the clan keeps a shift rotation going to make sure they get a break (revie is exempt from cooking often as keeper but also bc everyone knows she can't cook well and they don't wanna waste any food lmao.) the clan-mother is the oldest member of the clan and also applies vallaslin to clan members, she's great. and ofc, they have a head healer - the healers in clan aravun are non-magical, so they rely on the (alleged) ancient healing practices which they have recorded in a book passed on from previous generations (more on this at some point lol.)

one thing that is special about clan aravun is that they have surgeons. this i need to elaborate on through clan aravun's history (current idea is that their effective healing practices aren't actually rooted in dalish history, but were passed on by an ancestor who was a former tevinter slave to a magister who operated on other slaves in his research on the human body and medical magic. the point where he escapes and joins a dalish clan is blank right now, but what he learned as the magister's assistant was eventually passed on and distorted over time into being regarded as ancient dalish practices - which is recorded in the aforementioned book which was written at some point down the line to preserve the original elf's teachings, though they aren't perfectly accurate anymore. i swear it'll all make sense once i Actually explain it in a dedicated post lol)

the clan doesn't necessarily need revie to lead them to function, moreso just to be a deciding point for their future and to keep religious/spiritual practices going & their culture alive. a lot of decisions are made as a collective, but revenelan would be the person to put her foot down if she thinks the clan needs to head a certain direction. the good reputation she's made for herself has earned her clan's respect however, so it's not as if they don't recognize her leadership. that isn't to say that many may not agree with her decisions however. the clan is, effectively, a big family, and there is sure to be dysfunction in many forms at different points.

[zorilleerrant]

Names are important, Phillip has been told. He studied that. He remembers. It’s hard to feel how important they are in the moment when all he has is facts and figures to back that up, but sure enough, there they are: so many names. So many instances in the historical record of people fighting to keep the name that’s theirs.

Phillip never had a name until he borrowed one. Some of the others did, before, but he was born into the program, and the Director was the only parent he ever knew. He was born with a file number, a specialty, a destiny. A part to play in the Director’s ever expansive vision, and he was jealous for a while, early on, of some of the children it let him play with, children with names, children with families.

That was before he learned so many names he would have lost his own among them. The Director knew that, probably. He always thought it did, but he always thought it would send him into a host that could accommodate him, one that wouldn’t cloud his mind with a vice that was never his. A vice it could have told him about, back then, one that might have made it just a little less painful to be a Historian, back then, back before he learned how to deal with it. Back when it was just constant screaming in the back of his mind.

It was easier, then, being a number. Numbers were simple. Numbers lined up. Numbers were what made the screaming stop, ordering things in rows and columns, keeping his memory chained where it couldn’t hurt him anymore. When he was a number, he knew exactly where he fit in, how to order himself with his fellow Historians, where in the stack to look for his work, his instructions, his missions.

Being Phillip, he doesn’t know where the hell he belongs anymore.

The historical record deals with specifics, a lot of the time. It deals in generalities more. There’s only so much the human mind can hold, even trained, even modified. And Phillip’s still human enough. Human enough to know a generality when he sees one: pets keep you company. Comfort you. Help you cope.

Pets are the kind of companion you’re supposed to name, so that they know you love them. Pets aren’t important enough to the flow of the timeline to come with pre-approved names, either, probably, usually. There are some. Enough to put his money on. He doesn’t think, probably, the kinds of names that racehorses and showdogs have are the kind you’re supposed to give a turtle.

There are names for turtles in the historical record. Franklin, Yertle, A’tuin, Merton, Donatello. Somehow, he doesn’t think any of those will suit his needs.

His turtle is female. This is important, in the 21st. Phillip still doesn’t understand why, but he’s been learning it long enough that the pronouns come naturally to him, and so: she needs a name. Because names are important, in this instance. She needs a name that’s meaningful to her, or, rather, that’s meaningful to him, so that he can project meaning onto her, so he can most efficiently benefit from their mutualistic symbiosis.

Ray says he needs a pet to get him off drugs. Something else to concentrate on, sure. It’s dark humor, he thinks, to name her Heroin, or Methadone, or Therapy. It’s dark humor still to name her after a plant that opiates are derived from, but it was different, then, under the care of the Director. When it gave him something – something else, not something that gentled the mind so effectively he couldn’t do his job – it stopped the burning like code scrolling endlessly across his synapses. He didn’t control the dose then, either, but it was less out of his control. It hurt more, but it didn’t hurt as much.

Poppies weren’t there just to derive medicines from, either. That was therapy of a sort, too, gardens prepared for residents to take their turns walking through, necessary to the optimal mental health of every human alive. Not that anything was really optimal, in those days. But he walked through on schedule every week, leafy greens shining in artificial sunlight, just enough to add a smidge of variety to their diets, when their lotteries came up.

The light felt warm on his skin, light sharp against his eyes like a billion sunrises across a billion lives, memories blooming like the flowers around him. He couldn’t see the sun directly, but he could feel what it must have been like, here and now, where he can feel the sun burning against exposed skin and hair whenever he wants. Warmer, brighter, but with the same sense of care, hope, too grand purpose he could never understand.

He walked through the garden every week, running tiny fingers gently against the bright splash of color, petals too soft for anything but joy. One species that might have been replaced a million times over, living on in the glint of artificial light, as if it caught his eye and winked at him. The weekly task that never felt like one.

Phillip can see that same spot of color in Poppy.

[k9toothsolutions]

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Read Reviews and Testimonials: Look for reviews and testimonials from other pet owners who have used the service. Positive feedback and word-of-mouth recommendations can help you gauge the quality of care.

What to Expect from Anesthesia-Free Teeth Cleaning

Initial Consultation: Many providers offer a preliminary consultation to assess your dog’s dental health and determine if anesthesia-free cleaning is appropriate. This may include an evaluation of your dog’s overall health and dental condition.

The Procedure: During the cleaning, your dog will be gently restrained while the professional uses specialized tools to clean their teeth. The process typically involves scaling to remove plaque and tartar, followed by polishing.

Post-Procedure Care: After the cleaning, you’ll receive advice on maintaining your dog’s dental health at home, including tips on brushing, dental chews, and diet.

Questions to Ask Potential Providers

What is your experience with anesthesia-free dog teeth cleaning? Ensure they have experience and training in performing this specific type of cleaning.

What are the costs involved? Understand the total cost, including any additional fees for services like follow-up appointments or extractions.

What safety measures do you have in place? Inquire about how they handle pet safety and comfort during the procedure.

What is included in the service? Clarify what the cleaning entails and whether it includes a full dental exam or just a basic cleaning.

Preparing Your Dog

Familiarize Your Dog: If possible, help your dog get accustomed to the environment where the cleaning will take place. This can reduce their anxiety and make the process smoother.

Pre-Cleaning Health Check: Have your dog’s health evaluated by your veterinarian to ensure that anesthesia-free cleaning is appropriate and safe.

Conclusion

Finding a reliable provider for anesthesia-free dog teeth cleaning near you can be a great way to maintain your dog’s dental health with fewer risks and a more affordable price. By doing thorough research, consulting with your veterinarian, and considering the factors outlined, you can make an informed decision and ensure your dog receives the best care possible.

K9 Tooth Solutions is founded and owned by Rachel Mercieca. We are one of the first to offer Anesthesia free teeth cleaning in Melbourne and Geelong. Rachel is very passionate about what she does, delivering first-class customer service, and exceeds expectations in Anesthesia free dog teeth cleaning.

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Gosh this new AU makes me feel so bad for Mari and Sunny( Then again what AU doesn’t) and raccoons

Yeah, and unfortunately, that’s the reality for Raccoons too ;-; They’re stated to actually be very cleanly and whenever they do grab leftover food, they often wash it off in water streams first before eating. It’s just the unfortunate luck that Raccoons are one of the main animals that mother nature picks in terms of being intense disease carriers.

And something else that’s unfortunate is wild Raccoons only have a 2-3 year life expectancy due to all their human related accidents. The #1 probably being road kill incidents. That’s caused from the road’s black asphalt absorbing heat from the sun during the day and then when Raccoons come out at dusk, the roads are still warm so animals like to just lay in the middle of the road in a feeble attempt to gain extra heat to help them through the cold nights ;-;

And while yeah, they live MUCH longer in captivity, the oldest ever recorded was 19 years old, it heavily depends on where they’re held because one thing to know, in my home country of Canada, keeping raccoons in captivity or as pets is just straight up illegal. It’s legal in the US, but only in specific states. And people just try not to keep raccoons around anyway as just their sheer presence alone is bad for anyone’s health nearby

One thing that is good to note though is that Mari and Sunny, despite having new physical bodies, are still technically dead. So things like eating isn’t completely necessary but it helps keep their energy up and then other things just don’t effect them because well, they’re already dead so the most that can happen is loosing their new physical bodies and needing to find new ones. So the whole disease thing about Raccoons, don’t apply to these two. Them not just being germ/bacteria free, but also immune to disease and the like. Like rabies for example :)

Just, these are two very healthy and happy kiddos but because of everything associated with the animal they possessed on accident, no one (except Klaus) was willing to give them a chance ;w;

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I think as Taylor has gotten older she is more aware and considerate she is to her band. Almost all of them have kids and her tour schedule used to be so gruelling and now it’s a couple of shows a week then a couple of days off. It’s also good for her mental and physical health but you get what I mean. I follow Ed’s manager on insta and almost everyday he keeps on posting on his insta stories how he misses his dogs. Taylor isn’t going to over work her crew for the sake of playing more shows and beat audience attendance records.

Honestly, I think the band getting more time between shows is just a side benefit of Taylor protecting herself. I'm sure she's aware that it's beneficial for everyone, but I don't think it drove the decision. Missing people/pets is sadly a side-effect of being a touring musician (and lots of other jobs too) and people do it until the pull of home becomes stronger than their desire to continue (e.g. Claire the backup singer and Al the drummer from early tours).

I think she's always treated her band/crew very well and clearly appreciates them - she talked in a Lover diary entry about being happy cos she gave the band a surprise raise, she keeps them on retainer rather than just doing short-term contracts for tours/promo (something I think was a real support for them during the lockdowns) and they tend to fly rather than travel by bus between shows. She also did a huge end of tour celebration after 1989 where she took everyone for a break on an island. I'm sure there's plenty more that I haven't mentioned too.

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I was tagged by @mickgaydolenz (thank you Asia, I never get to do these so 💚💚💚💚)

rules: answer the questions and tag 15 mutuals

1. are you named after anyone?

No sadly, I came out and my family hadn't been prepared for me to be a girl so they kind of panicked until my older brother James went "what about Amber" and it stuck.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Yesterday because I started ruminating about dying and I want y'all to know that I do NOT enjoy that.

3. do you have kids?

I hope not. Maybe I'll have one or two in the future but right now I don't need that stress 😭

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Always with comedic effect. It's actually a problem now because I keep having to restrain myself from making sarcastic remarks at inappropriate times...

5. what's the first thing you notice about people?

Usually their hair or voices! Followed by how they dress.

6. what's your eye colour?

Blue.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I am a giant coward and I am not afraid to admit it.

8. any special talents?

I can draw and play guitar! These are two things I've been working on for over 10 years now. I can also type really fast and recognise/play music after hearing a few notes :)

9. where were you born?

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 Ingerlund unfortunately

10. what are your hobbies?

Art, music, watching lame shit on YouTube, and collecting records (not very advanced yet).

11. have you any pets?

My parents look after the family dog, his name is Robby and he's a black and white short-haired Jack Russell terrier who I love very much.

12. what sports do you play/have played?

I have never been one for sports, I used to have a knack for badminton back at school and I enjoy playing darts :)

13. how tall are you?

5'6"

14. favourite subject in school?

Probably Art, followed by English and then History.

15. dream job?

My dream is to not work, but for the sake of the question my dream job would probably be a musician or (more mundanely, and do NOT laugh) a health and safety specialist. Do not bully me.

I don't even know who to tag, so I'm gonna tag the only two people I can think of from the top of my head who probably haven't been tagged already; if anyone else wants to do it go for it and say I tagged you!! I tag:

@swoko @wheres-my-otter your time is now (feel free to not do it if you don't wanna though!!) 🤠💚

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Jonathan keeps careful documentation on all of his corvid companions, with a color coded banding system corresponding to their temperaments and records of their health (as many are rescues or wilds that began following him.) A full list of the 25 birds he cares for is below the cut.

Nightmare. Self explanatory name. Common raven. Female. Missing right eye. Black band. Very temperamental and aggressive. Has shown little to no concern of larger animals, at times fighting with cats, dogs, and other species. 

Craw. Given name. Carrion crow. Male. Molting around neck and left wing, malformed left leg. White band. Friendly, not at all cautious around strangers, more than happy to be pet and carried. A rescue from a drug den, which unfortunately left him in poor health. Cannot fly well on his own.

Mary. After Mary Shelley. American crow. Female. No notable markings. Yellow band. Timid, but not aggressive. Very fond of pens, pencils, paint brushes, and any other writing implements.

Francis. After the protagonist in The Call of Cthulu. Fish crow. Male. No notable markings. Green band. Timid, but not aggressive. Very quiet, especially compared to his flock, and prefers to watch visitors from afar.

Bette. After Bette Midler. Pied crow. Female. White ring of neck feathers usually kept puffed up. Orange band. Haughty and not fond of being pet. Has a tendency to pull at and/or swipe earrings, necklaces, change, rings, brooches, nails, and anything else remotely shiny. 

Macbeth. After the infamously unlucky play and its titular character. American crow. Male. Small scar on the right side of the neck. Red band. Very aggressive and solitary. Doesn’t care for fire or knives. Very suspicious of strangers.

Manson (or Double M). After Marilyn Manson. American crow. Male. No notable  markings. Red band. Temperamental, but not as dangerous as Nightmare. Tries to pick fights and bother the other birds, especially Nightmare and Macbeth, other animals, and people.

Roland. After the Warren Zevon song. Rook. Male. No notable markings. Orange band. Cautious, but not innately aggressive. Not fond of loud noises or guns, more than likely to attack. 

Ligeia. After the Poe short story. American crow. Female. Eyes are darker than normal, cause unknown. Yellow band. Cautious, but not aggressive. Very inquisitive and curious, investigative of new people and objects.

Rowena. After the second wife of the narrator of the Poe story her sister is named after. American crow. Female. Eyes are somewhat cloudy, the effect of cataracts. Yellow band. Cautious, slightly less so than Ligeia. Often “bickers” with her sister, squawking and snapping amongst each other.

Imitateur. French for (unsurprisingly) Imitator. Fan-tailed raven. Female. No notable markings. Blue band. Very friendly. Gift from Edward, fond of repeating words and phrases.

Hitchcock. After the director. American crow. Male. No notable markings. Yellow band. Solitary and cautious. Observational and very intent on watching things around him. May bite.

Clarice. After the protagonist in Silence of the Lambs. American crow. Female. No notable markings. Green band. Cautious, but not aggressive. Often “talks” with people, making noise and imitating words back to them.

Renfield. After the Dracula character. Carrion crow. Male. Feathers are patchy around his head. Yellow band. A little testy at times, but not usually aggressive. Likes bringing dead rats and mice to “safe people”.

Cash. After Johnny Cash. American crow. Male. No notable markings. Green band. Relatively friendly, though standoffish at times. Has a tendency to repeat snippets of songs, especially from his namesake. 

Nelson. After Willie Nelson. American crow. Male. No notable markings. Blue band. Calm and friendly. Also mimics songs.

Kristofferson. After Kris Kristofferson. American crow. Male. No notable markings. Yellow band. Standoffish, but calm. Mimics songs.

Jennings. After Waylon Jennings. American crow. Male. No notable markings. Green band. Relatively friendly. Just like the other three named after the Highwaymen, mimics songs.

Amelia. After Amelia Earhart. American crow. Female. Albino, red eyes, has a few notches in her beak. Green band. Relatively friendly, if a bit cautious. Excellent at flying, especially given she was being attacked by alley cats when I found her.

Puck. After the infamous character from A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Pied crow. Female. No notable markings. Yellow band. Mischievous as her namesake, but relatively friendly. A little too good at mischief and mayhem.

Jay. After the titular character in the Great Gatsby (Edwin picked the name). Carrion crow. Male. No notable markings. Yellow band. Fussy and prone to nagging for attention. Far too interested in my glasses. Does not like to be touched.

Jack O’ The Green (just Jack works as well). After the folkloric figure (another name from Edwin). American crow. Male. No notable markings. Blue band. Very friendly and accepting of people. Has a tendency to bring me and, mostly, Edwin leaves, flowers, pebbles, and other small gifts.

Byron. After Lord Byron. Common raven. Male. No notable markings. Green band. Generally friendly, but can be touchy now and again. Mischievous and prone to causing trouble, as well as watching me work. Will also steal pens.

Narcissus. After the Greek mythic figure. Thick billed raven. Male. No notable markings. Yellow band. Generally amicable, but easy to anger. Does not like to be touched. Has something of a fascination with his reflection.

Magdalene. After the biblical figure Mary Magdalene. Rook. Female. Green band. Friendly and calm, appreciates attention and affection. Very social with the other birds, though appears most drawn to myself.

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Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack and Emergency Vet Clinic Mission: Quick Help for Your Pet 

Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack and Emergency Vet Clinic Mission: Quick Help for Your Pet 

When your pet faces a sudden health problem or accident, getting fast, professional care is crucial. For those in Chilliwack and Mission, the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack and the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission are here to provide the urgent care your pet needs, no matter the time of day. 

Why You Should Choose the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack 

If you live in Chilliwack and need emergency care for your pet, the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack is a vital resource. Our clinic is open 24/7, meaning we’re always available to help when emergencies arise. Whether it’s a serious injury or sudden illness, we’re equipped to handle a variety of urgent situations. 

Our Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack is fitted with the latest medical technology and staffed by experienced veterinarians. These professionals are ready to provide the care your pet needs right away. From accidents to critical health issues, our team is dedicated to diagnosing and treating your pet quickly and effectively. 

We know that emergencies can be stressful. That’s why at the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack, we focus not only on providing excellent medical care but also on offering compassionate support. Our goal is to make the situation as manageable as possible for both you and your pet. 

Services at the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack 

Here’s what you can expect when you visit the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack: 

- Critical Care: We provide immediate care for life-threatening conditions. 

- Trauma Management: Treatment for injuries from accidents or falls. 

- Surgery: Emergency surgeries if required. 

- Diagnostics: Advanced tests to quickly diagnose urgent issues. 

- Stabilization: Rapid assessment and care to stabilize critical cases. 

Our aim is to offer thorough and effective care to address your pet’s emergency needs promptly. We also work with your regular vet to make sure your pet gets continued care after the emergency. 

The Emergency Vet Clinic Mission: Essential Emergency Help 

If you’re in Mission, the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission is your go-to place for urgent veterinary care. Like our Chilliwack clinic, the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission operates 24/7 to provide immediate help in emergencies. 

Our clinic in Mission is ready to tackle a wide range of urgent health issues. Our team is trained to respond quickly and efficiently, ensuring your pet receives the care they need right away. Whether your pet has a serious health problem or has been injured, the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission is prepared to help. 

What to Expect at the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission 

When you bring your pet to the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission, you can expect: 

- Expert Care: Our veterinarians are skilled at handling urgent and complex cases. 

- Advanced Equipment: We use the latest tools to diagnose and treat emergencies. 

- Compassionate Staff: Our team provides not only medical care but also emotional support during tough times. 

- Follow-Up Care: We make sure your pet gets the care they need after the emergency. 

How to Prepare for an Emergency 

While we’re always ready to help, being prepared can make a big difference. Here are some tips to get ready for a pet emergency: 

1. Know Your Options: Keep the contact information for the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack and the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission handy. This will help you act quickly if needed. 

2. Basic First Aid: Learn some basic first aid for pets so you can handle minor issues before reaching the clinic. 

3. Emergency Kit: Put together a pet emergency kit with important items like medical records, medications, and your vet’s contact info. 

Our Commitment to Your Pet’s Care 

At both the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack and the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission, we are dedicated to providing the best emergency care for your pet. We understand how important your pet is to you, and we are committed to delivering high-quality medical treatment and supportive care during emergencies. 

In an emergency, don’t wait—contact the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack or the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission right away. Our teams are here to offer the immediate care your pet needs. For more information on our emergency services and how we can assist you, visit our websites or call us directly. 

If your pet has an emergency, reach out to the Emergency Vet Clinic Chilliwack or the Emergency Vet Clinic Mission now. We’re ready to provide the expert care your pet needs. 

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Pest Control Services in Ghaziabad: Ensuring a Safe and Hygienic Environment

Ghaziabad, a rapidly growing city in the National Capital Region (NCR), faces common urban challenges, one of which is pest infestation. From homes to offices, restaurants to warehouses, pests can disrupt daily life, damage property, and pose serious health risks. Fortunately, professional pest control services in Ghaziabad offer a solution to these problems by delivering effective and customized treatments.

Why Pest Control is Essential in Ghaziabad?

Health Concerns: Pests such as rodents, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and termites are not just nuisances. They carry harmful diseases, including malaria, dengue, typhoid, and allergies. A regular pest control regime helps prevent these health risks by keeping pest populations in check.

Property Damage: Termites, rodents, and other pests can cause structural damage to buildings, furniture, and electrical wiring. Professional pest control services can help protect homes and businesses from costly repairs by eliminating these pests before they cause significant harm.

Food Safety: For restaurants, food processing units, and homes, pests pose a direct threat to hygiene standards. Contaminated food can lead to foodborne illnesses. Pest control services ensure that establishments in the food industry maintain a pest-free environment, complying with health regulations.

Types of Pest Control Services in Ghaziabad

Residential Pest Control: Designed to keep homes free of common pests such as cockroaches, ants, termites, and bedbugs. These services include thorough inspections, targeted treatments, and regular monitoring to ensure long-term protection.

Commercial Pest Control: Offices, warehouses, and industrial spaces require a different approach due to the scale and specific requirements of each business. Pest control companies in Ghaziabad offer tailored plans for businesses, ensuring minimal disruption to operations while delivering effective pest management solutions.

Termite Control: Termites are a major concern for homeowners and businesses. Pest control services in Ghaziabad specialize in termite inspections and treatments using advanced methods such as baiting and anti-termite treatments to prevent damage.

Mosquito Control: Given the increasing cases of mosquito-borne diseases like dengue and malaria, pest control companies provide treatments focused on reducing mosquito populations in residential and public spaces.

Rodent Control: Rodents like rats and mice not only cause property damage but also spread diseases. Pest control experts use safe and humane methods to remove rodents and prevent re-infestation.

Benefits of Hiring Professional Pest Control Services

Expertise and Knowledge: Pest control professionals are trained to identify different types of pests and apply the most effective treatment methods. They use eco-friendly products that are safe for humans and pets while ensuring long-lasting results.

Customized Solutions: Every property is unique, and so are its pest control needs. Professional pest control services in Ghaziabad provide tailored solutions based on the type of pests, level of infestation, and specific customer requirements.

Time and Cost Efficiency: Regular pest control prevents future infestations, saving time and money in the long run. Investing in professional services reduces the likelihood of expensive repairs and medical bills due to pest-related damage or health issues.

Safe and Eco-Friendly Solutions: Reputed pest control companies use advanced techniques and chemicals that are environmentally friendly and safe for occupants.

Choosing the Right Pest Control Service in Ghaziabad

When selecting a pest control company, consider the following factors:

Reputation and Reviews: Look for companies with positive customer feedback and a proven track record in the industry.

Licensed and Certified: Ensure the company has the necessary certifications and follows industry standards.

Customized Plans: A good pest control service should offer personalized treatment plans based on your specific needs.

Post-Treatment Support: Regular follow-ups and monitoring after treatment are crucial for long-term results.

Conclusion

In a bustling city like Ghaziabad, pest control is an essential service to maintain a clean, healthy, and safe environment. Whether you are dealing with termites, rodents, mosquitoes, or other pests, professional pest control services offer effective, affordable, and eco-friendly solutions tailored to your needs. Keep your home and business pest-free by partnering with trusted pest control professionals in Ghaziabad.

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pest control services in ghaziabad

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How to control rats or rodents?

 Rodents can be a significant nuisance in homes and businesses, posing health risks and damaging property. At Hommlie, we provide effective rodent control services to keep your environment safe and pest-free. Our expert team utilizes advanced techniques and strategies tailored to meet your specific needs.

Why Choose Hommlie for Rodent Control?

1. Expertise: Our trained professionals have extensive knowledge of rodent behavior and habitats, enabling us to implement effective control measures.

2. Customized Solutions: We offer tailored pest management services that fit your specific situation, ensuring long-term effectiveness.

3. Safe and Eco-Friendly: Our rodent control treatments prioritize the safety of your family, pets, and the environment.

Understanding Rodent Infestation:

Rodents, including mice and rats, are attracted to food, shelter, and warmth. They can enter your home through small openings and often go unnoticed until they cause significant damage. Common signs of a rodent infestation include droppings, gnaw marks, and nests. If you suspect a rodent problem, timely intervention is crucial.

Our Rodent Control Process:

1. Inspection: We conduct a thorough inspection of your property to identify entry points, nests, and signs of activity.

2. Treatment: Based on the inspection, we implement a combination of trapping and exclusion techniques. Our rodent exterminators will ensure that the right methods are applied for maximum effectiveness.

3. Prevention: We provide advice on preventive measures to keep rodents from returning, including sealing entry points and maintaining proper sanitation.

FAQs about Rodent Control Services:

1. What are the signs of a rodent infestation?

Signs include droppings, gnaw marks, nests made of shredded material, and sounds of scurrying at night. 

2. How can I find the best rodent control services near me?

Look for professional pest control companies with good reviews and a proven track record in rodent management. Hommlie offers the best pest control services tailored to your needs.

3. What do I do if I see a mouse in my home?

It’s essential to act quickly. Contact a professional pest control service to assess the situation and implement effective treatments.

4. How can I prevent rodents from entering my home?

Seal any gaps in your foundation, walls, and around windows and doors. Keep food stored in airtight containers and maintain cleanliness to reduce attractants.

5. Are your pest control methods safe for pets and children?

Yes, at Hommlie, we prioritize the safety of your family and pets by using eco-friendly pest solutions and safe application techniques.

6. How long does rodent control treatment take?

The duration varies based on the extent of the infestation. After our initial inspection, we will provide a detailed treatment plan and timeline.

7. Do I need to leave my home during rodent control treatment?

In most cases, there’s no need to leave your home, but our technicians will advise you on any necessary precautions.

8. What if the problem persists after treatment?

Hommlie offers follow-up services to ensure complete eradication and prevention of future infestations.

9. How often should I schedule rodent control services?

Regular inspections and treatments are recommended, especially in areas prone to infestations. Our experts can help you determine the best schedule.

10. Can I handle a rodent problem on my own?

While DIY methods can help, professional pest control ensures effective and safe elimination of rodents. Hommlie has the expertise and tools to address infestations comprehensively.

Conclusion:

At Hommlie, we understand the urgency of rodent control and are dedicated to providing effective solutions that safeguard your home. Don’t let rodents invade your space—contact us today for a thorough inspection and customized pest management services. Enjoy peace of mind with our reliable rodent control treatments tailored to your needs!

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Enhancing Veterinary Care with Cutting-Edge Veterinary Solutions

Veterinary care has evolved significantly in recent years, with technological advancements playing a pivotal role in improving diagnostics, treatment, and overall animal well-being. Veterinary solutions, ranging from advanced diagnostic tools to innovative treatment options, are reshaping how veterinarians provide care for pets and livestock alike. In this blog, we will explore how these solutions are revolutionizing the veterinary industry, benefiting both veterinarians and pet owners.

1. Advanced Diagnostics

Modern veterinary solutions have introduced a new era of precision in diagnosing health issues in animals. Tools like digital radiography, ultrasound, and advanced blood analysis machines provide veterinarians with the ability to detect diseases early, ensuring prompt treatment. For instance, molecular diagnostic tools help identify specific pathogens in animals, leading to accurate diagnoses and effective treatment plans. This not only saves lives but also enhances the quality of care provided.

2. Telemedicine and Remote Monitoring

Telemedicine is becoming an essential part of veterinary care. With advancements in communication technologies, pet owners can now consult veterinarians remotely, reducing the need for physical visits for minor concerns. Additionally, remote monitoring solutions allow veterinarians to keep track of animals' health in real-time, providing insights into chronic conditions like diabetes or heart disease. This technology enables early intervention and continuous care, ensuring better outcomes.

3. Veterinary Software Solutions

Managing a veterinary practice requires streamlined processes for appointments, record-keeping, and patient care. Veterinary software solutions have made it easier for clinics to manage their daily operations efficiently. These systems help in scheduling, billing, inventory management, and maintaining patient records in one place, which enhances productivity and allows veterinarians to focus more on patient care. Moreover, cloud-based solutions provide the flexibility to access records from anywhere, ensuring that veterinarians stay connected with their patients even when out of the clinic.

4. Innovative Treatments

From regenerative medicine to laser therapy, veterinary solutions have made innovative treatments more accessible. Stem cell therapy, for example, is used in treating arthritis and other degenerative conditions in animals. Similarly, laser therapy has proven effective in reducing inflammation and speeding up recovery post-surgery. These advancements ensure that pets receive top-notch care that improves their quality of life.

5. Future of Veterinary Solutions

As the industry continues to grow, we can expect even more groundbreaking veterinary solutions in the coming years. Artificial intelligence (AI) and machine learning are beginning to find their place in diagnostics, helping predict potential health issues before they become critical. Moreover, 3D printing is opening doors for custom prosthetics and surgical tools, providing tailored solutions for individual animals.

Conclusion

Veterinary solutions are revolutionizing how we approach animal care, combining technology and medical expertise to deliver the best outcomes for pets and livestock. Whether through advanced diagnostics, telemedicine, or innovative treatments, these solutions empower veterinarians to provide exceptional care, ensuring healthier and happier animals.

By embracing these cutting-edge technologies, veterinarians are not only improving their practices but also strengthening the bond between pets and their owners. The future of veterinary care is bright, and the advancements we are witnessing today are only the beginning.

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Pet Short Record Registration | Medical Records Registration | Puppy Details Online

Registering a pet , microchip is typically a streamlined process for registering essential information about the dog such as its identification, ownership, and basic health records.

Maintaining your pet’s shot records is essential for their health and well-being. Here are some tips for effective record-keeping:

1. Create a System: Use a physical folder or a digital tool to organize records. For digital records, apps or software designed for pet care can be very useful.

2. Include Key Information: Keep detailed records of all vaccinations, including dates, types of vaccines, and the vet’s contact information. Also, note any adverse reactions or side effects.

3. Update Regularly: Make sure to update records after each vaccination or veterinary visit. This includes recording the dates for upcoming booster shots or other necessary treatments.

4. Store Safely: If using physical records, store them in a safe, easily accessible place. For digital records, ensure they are backed up and secure.

5. Share with Vets: Provide updated records to any new veterinarians or pet care providers. This ensures continuity of care and helps avoid duplicate treatments.

6. Monitor Expirations: Keep track of when vaccinations are due for renewal and schedule appointments accordingly.

Properly maintaining these records helps ensure your pet receives timely vaccinations and can be crucial in case of emergencies or when traveling.

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Premier Air Duct Cleaning Services in Silver Spring: Breathe Fresh Air

In the intricate dance of modern living, the quality of the air you breathe is a silent, yet vital, partner. Your air ducts, though often overlooked, are essential conduits that can either enhance or detract from your indoor air quality. As dust, allergens, and pollutants gather over time, they pose a hidden threat to your health and comfort. This is where the expertise of Air Duct Cleaning Companies Silver Spring comes into play, offering a path to cleaner, healthier air.

Why Air Duct Cleaning Is Essential:

Health Protection: Your air ducts are a prime collection point for a range of airborne contaminants including dust, mold, and pet dander. Regular cleaning is crucial to prevent these particles from circulating back into your living spaces, where they can trigger allergies and respiratory issues. By addressing this hidden source of pollutants, you safeguard your family’s well-being.

Enhanced Efficiency: A buildup of debris in your air ducts can severely impact the performance of your HVAC system. Clogged ducts force your system to work harder, which not only strains the equipment but also leads to increased energy consumption. Efficient cleaning ensures your HVAC system runs smoothly, reducing energy costs and extending its lifespan.

How to Choose the Best Air Duct Cleaning Company:

Experience and Expertise: Opt for companies with a solid track record and extensive experience. Skilled technicians are adept at handling various duct systems and effectively removing contaminants.

Customer Reviews and Reputation: Investigate online reviews and testimonials to gauge the reliability of different companies. Positive feedback from previous clients often indicates a commitment to quality service.

Certifications and Licensing: Ensure the company is properly certified and licensed. This guarantees adherence to industry standards and best practices, providing assurance of their competency.

Transparent Pricing: Look for companies that offer clear and upfront pricing. Avoid those with vague cost structures or hidden fees to prevent unexpected charges.

Leading Air Duct Cleaning Companies in Silver Spring:

Among the myriad Air Duct Cleaning Companies Silver Spring, Beltway Air Duct Cleaning distinguishes itself as a top choice. Known for its dedication to excellence and customer satisfaction, Beltway Air Duct Cleaning stands out for several reasons:

Comprehensive Services: Beltway Air Duct Cleaning offers a full suite of services, from air duct cleaning to dryer vent and HVAC system cleaning. This all-encompassing approach ensures that every aspect of your air system is thoroughly addressed.

Customer-Centric Approach: The company places a strong emphasis on customer service, maintaining clear communication from the initial consultation through to job completion. Their commitment to keeping clients informed and satisfied is a cornerstone of their operation.

Competitive and Transparent Pricing: Beltway Air Duct Cleaning provides high-quality services at competitive rates. They offer transparent pricing with no hidden costs, ensuring you receive value for your investment.

For those seeking reliable and professional air duct cleaning services, Beltway Air Duct Cleaning is a trusted partner. Contact them at info@beltwayairductcleaning.com or call 301-919-4579 to schedule an appointment and breathe easier knowing your air quality is in expert hands.