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Progression: Chapter 39 Preview

Lane never expected to become a mafia therapist, mainly because she assumed there would never be such a thing. While she grew up mafia-adjacent, rather than truly in the mafia, she was often too close for comfort. She lived with Auntie Jing and Uncle Direk when she was a teenager. Their space was small in comparison to what the Theerapanyakuls have, but still more than huge and luxurious enough to have a staff quarters and provide family suites to family and friends. While she lived there, she received the best education, opportunities to be taught in musical instruments and foreign languages by the highest ranked professionals, and had her college experience fully paid for by Uncle Direk. He was so kind to her for the longest time. She had known that he could be brutal and cutthroat. She also had known Tay never particularly warmed to him, but tried to be kind and peaceful regardless.

“It's to set an example.”

He told her that when he was twelve. She's surprised he never became a therapist. Instead, he opted to work with Kinn on the more legitimate businesses and talk to his father when needed. Despite Lane being allowed to study whatever she wanted to study, she only learned the plans made for her once she got her master’s. Uncle Direk and Pa sat her down, said that she caught the eye of a young business man due to her looks and academic accomplishments, and that it would be good for the family if she gave him a chance. The way they worded it initially was suspicious, but seemed to offer free will. She had assumed that if she didn't like him, she could stop seeing him and focus on herself.

She knew she wouldn't like him within seconds of meeting him. She was twenty-four at the time. Kovit was forty-five. She grit and bore it as he put his hand too far up her leg, talked about how easy on the eyes she was, and asked if she wanted to be a mother. When she told him that she wanted to work on a career and probably wouldn't even think about kids until she was at least thirty, he said there would be no need for her to have a career. Lane immediately went back to Uncle Direk’s compound and told him and her father no. She thought there would be no issue until there clearly was, that she was part of a deal and had no choice. It resulted in her mother, Aunt Jing, Tay, and even Time all getting involved. It also resulted in her mother divorcing her father and Aunt Jing trying to divorce Uncle Direk. She didn't make it out of that one. She supposedly died of natural causes, but both she and Tay feel differently.

Taking this job could have been a conflict of interest. She played with Khun when they were children and hung out with him on and off until he went to an international boarding school for upper secondary school. Tay and Kinn were attached at the hip since infancy. She has been involved enough with their family throughout the years to know the Theerapanyakuls are not unlike the Lerttravinonts, except the Theerapanyakuls are even more wealthy and powerful. But that also means the younger generations of those families are victims. So when Kinn called her up, bluntly told her what happened to Kim, and asked if she could become his therapist, she did so without hesitation. Surprisingly, she has never once felt hesitation, even after taking on Kinn and Chay as well. Tankhun has even toyed with scheduling a session for himself, and that would arguably be a bigger conflict of interest, since they were sort of childhood friends. While part of her feels like she is professionally compromising herself, she also recognizes that people in this life tend to become severely damaged by death, manipulation, and witnessing things that are incredibly traumatic. It leads to such extreme trust issues that their prospects on healing appropriately are limited.

It's also likely a reason she chose this career path to begin with. It took her a while to overcome the trauma she faced from growing up adjacent to it. But it had been worse for her cousin and for the Theerapanyakul children. She can honestly say Tay is much better adjusted than the Theerapanyakuls, but he has known Uncle Direk’s true colors for a lot longer. There is something more sinister about Korn. He's too pleasant and soft spoken, flexible about his sons’ preferences and hobbies, yet had more control over them than Uncle Direk ever had over Tay or herself, at least up until recently. He alarms her.

He especially alarms her when his focus is on her.

“Ah, Lane,” Korn says, approaching her, “It's nice to see you. I take it you just had a session with Kim or Kinn?”

He’s friendly - almost soothing - and he is wearing a sweater meant for a grandfather. She supposes he is one now, but he probably shouldn't be.

“I am leaving a session now, yes,” Lane says, keeping the answer vague, “How are you, Khun Korn?”

Korn gives her a smile, “Oh, I am doing well. Just busy, now that I have taken some work duties up again. How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine,” Lane says, “Busy as well.”

“So I've heard,” Korn says, “I talked to Direk this morning. He said he heard you got engaged very recently.”

Lane nods and says nothing.

“Must be something in the air,” Korn says, chuckling, “Tankhun and Arm, now you and…Rolan. That's his name, isn't it?”

Lane keeps her breathing steady as she confirms her fiancé’s name.

“Yes, that's my fiancé’s name.”

“You met in school, didn't you?” Korn asks, “You knew each other for a long time, but only got together a few years ago?”

“We were friends for quite a while, but only started dating after we were both licensed.”

“He's a therapist in the pediatric oncology unit at Samitivej, isn't he?”

Lane nods once, “Yes, Khun Korn. How did you know that?”

Korn just smiles and doesn't answer her question.

“That's noble work,” Korn says, “Probably very challenging and upsetting at times.”

“It is,” Lane says, “Working with those who have significant or terminal illnesses can be very upsetting, but especially when they are children. But Rolan has the right temperament for it. He's very patient and kind.”

“That's good to hear,” Korn says, “Direk seemed to think otherwise.”

Lane breathes out through her nose, “My uncle hoped I would pick a suitor who was willing to work for him. But Rolan is good for me and we have a lot in common. I'm actually meeting him pretty soon for lunch-”

“At Baan Suan Sathorn?”

Lane feels her heart drop, “Yes, Khun Korn. How did you know that?”

“Lucky guess,” Korn says, smiling oh so pleasantly, “You aren’t meeting him until one. Come have tea with me.”

Lane’s feet feel like lead. She really should have accepted Kinn’s offer to walk her to her car.

“It's already set up,” Korn says, glancing over his shoulder, “Don't begrudge an old man of some company.”

And because Korn is even more terrifying than she already gave him a lot of credit for, she goes.

[madamechrissy]

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Medical procedures, surgery descriptions, crazy sexual tension, eventually explicit sex etc. ER setting. Reader 26, Dr. Gojo 34, small age gap, work sex, complications, lots of humor, eventual drama and angst. Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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♡ Part One ♡

Fuck, you’re exhausted, the first month of your internship as a surgeon was brutal, you haven’t had but a couple hours of sleep here and there, mostly on some of the hospital beds. Your bones ache, your skincare routine is barely hanging by a thread, and your hair is a wreck in a messy bun today. You thought med school was difficult, but it was nothing like this.

“Hey, you okay babe?” Your best friend Maki Zenin asks softly, you look at her and smile, nodding, she purses her lips, tilting her glasses.  “No you’re not.”

“I’m wiped, Maki. This patient injected cocaine up his ass.” She bursts out laughing right in the middle of the hospital floor, you cover her mouth quickly, looking around. “Shh!”

“Shit, forreal? I thought my case was bad, he’s been here eight times for hits of pain meds since I have been here, he keeps bashing his hand on shit.” She sighs, handing her files to the desk then picking up several more.

You’re both in your pale blue scrubs, Maki’s pretty green hair is high up in a ponytail, now your other two best friends from your internship come up, Inumaki Toge and Yuta Okkotsu, both looking exhausted along with you. Yuta’s eye bags rival yours by far, he slicks back his dark hair as you all check the time on your watches.

“Another sixteen hours almost down.” He says through a yawn.

“Tired.” Inumaki says, and you sigh, nodding in agreement.

“Fuck that, we need to throw a party.” Maki says, somehow still so energetic, and you’re so confused how it’s possible.

“Party?” Inumaki asks, he’s certainly a man of few words, but his violet eyes explain whatever anyone needs to know.

“No way, Maki. Fuck that.” Yuta says, earning Maki sticking her tongue out at him.

“Buzz kill, ugh. Listen, this weekend, we’ll invite some of the people from our class, we can invite some of the other interns too. Ooh, maybe even those sexy resident doctors.” She wiggles her brows with a mischievous little grin.

“Maki, we're too old for that shit now.��  You grumble.

“Bitch we’re twenty six? How are we old.”

“I feel ancient.” Yuta agrees. “Coffee everyone?”

“I have to stop by Doctor Gojo’s real quick, meet you all there?” You say, and they nod, waving you off as you head to your Resident doctor’s office. Dr. Gojo was the boss of you four, one of the residents along with Dr. Nanami and Dr. Geto. All three were fawned over by all the interns, except you. 

Yes they were gorgeous, and yes Dr. Gojo was positively beautiful, with his snowy white hair, his glittery blue eyes, his big grin. But you were just too exhausted and too beat to really fawn over someone, especially someone you really could not be with, seeing as he is your resident, you’re just a little intern. Satoru also happens to be the top surgeon in the hospital.

You go to knock but see his door is cracked open, you carefully take the knob in your hand, twisting it and peeking your head in, seeing Satoru Gojo’s head fall back, as he’s gasping. You look curiously, but his hands are up on the desk, as he’s biting his lower lip, his brows together, eyes shut. You clear your throat and he jerks then, clearing his throat.

“Um… hey intern.” He says, his voice clipped. You shut the door behind you, tilting your head curiously at him, his face reddening slightly.

“Dr. Gojo, I have a question about this patient, is everything okay? It won’t take very long.” You say, and his eyes flicker over your face, an expression you can’t explain, as he sucks in a breath.

“I um… can listen… in… fuck, fuck!” He moans then, he clearly moans, and you hear a bump on his desk now. “Oh, oh that’s so much better.”

“I… what the fuck!?” He flushes then, sliding back, and one of the nurses jumps up, giggling now and wiping her mouth, she has pretty blue hair.

“Thank you Miwa, you’re a gem.” He stands, patting her head with a smile, and she giggles again, as you watch in confusion, your brows together, mouth open. “I need to talk to her about cool doctor things, I’ll see you around later?”

Cool Doctor things.

Blow jobs on the clock?

How is this your boss?

“Yes, Dr. Gojo. Hi there!” She waves at you, as if nothing has happened, as if she wasn’t just sucking Dr. Gojo off, and he’s looking bashful!?

“What the hell is this shit? Lock a door?” He comes to you, locking the big door with a click behind you. “Not now!”

“I forgot it was open, shit. I’m sorry. Stress relief, you know.” He smiles down at you, a stupid smirk you’d like to smack off his pretty face, hands in the pockets of his long white doctor jacket. “Don’t you ever need any?”

You heat up at his husky tone, as you realize just what you’d walked into. It had been a long time since you’d even thought that way, not just with Med school but now being an intern, especially since you broke up with your ex months back. “What? Yuck don’t come near me.”

“Why, ya jealous.” He brushes your hair back, earning your glare. “You’re awfully cute when you are.”

“Jealous of you? No thanks, I'm good. I sure am not part of your fan club.”

Satoru pouts. “Yeah, and you’re the only one.”

“Yep. Anyway, I’m now disturbed.” You shiver with feigned disgust, making him snort a bit in laughter. “But I only came in here to go over Mr. Lewis.” Sighing, you hand him the file with a gentle brush of your fingers against his palm. “He's been a difficult case.”

“Fuck, the cocaine dude? Ah shit, it’s that bad?”

“We have him stable, but something about it threw me off, how could it be that severe of an effect? Colitis has lasted days now and no improvement.”

“Mmm, true. But it makes sense, you can’t just inject cocaine into the anus and… have a party.” A hint of laughter escapes from his lips before he can control it, earning a stern look from you, making him study the file more carefully.

“Be serious.”

“I’m your boss, you know!”

“Yeah, somehow. Anyway, I feel there is something underlying. Perhaps exasperated by the cocaine.”

“Up the ass! Hah!” He’s smacking his long leg now, chuckling, earning your glare. “Oof you’re so serious, sorry, carry on.” He gives you a mock salute, and your eyes are so far back in your head they might stay that way.

“So I’m wondering if he has something else, untreated, the man has no history of any doctor visits since he was living with his parents.”

He taps his chin then. “Hmm, good point. It’s possible. Have we checked him for Chron’s?”

“Shit, maybe, that would make so much sense too, his white blood cell count is through the roof. I’ll leave a note to run some tests before I go.” You take the folder back then, your fingers brushing, and it brings a blush to your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, intern?”

“Just weirded out by you, Dr. Hojo.” He snorts then.

“Dr. Hojo!?”

“It’s what they call you, I guess it’s true.” You say, raising a brow, and he is leaning close, too close. You can smell that stupidly expensive cologne he wears every day, filling your senses far too much. You try to avoid those eyes, even though you look at them all the time, they still are…

Too much.

“And you don’t ever wanna just get eaten out?” You blush more now, looking down as he stands up tall, so fucking tall over you. “Don’t be shy now, we spend more time together than alone.”

“I don’t do that when not in relationships.” He pauses, and you expect some joke, since he takes nothing serious but surgery it seems. But he tilts your chin up, and studies you with those eyes, lids lowering ever so slightly.

“Aw, so you’re a good girl.” He says teasingly, causing a warm sensation to spread through your stomach at his words. You shake your head and try to ignore the fluttering feeling within you.

“Don’t say that!”

“Turn you on?”

“No! Jesus. I don’t care what people do with their bodies, I don’t care if you’re a whole manwhore-”

“Excuse me!”

“But I just need a relationship, I’m not attracted to just looks, there has to be a deeper connection.” He studies you carefully now, so serious unlike his usual goofy demeanor.

“Hmm, a challenge.”

“What now?” You glare up at him, clutching the folders to your chest tightly. “Not a challenge, you psycho. Go get all the blowjobs you want, like Thanos collecting all those infinity stones.”

He grins, sharp little fangs glinting, and you don’t like the effects it’s having on your body, or your mind. You can barely take a breath. “You’re actually so funny, holy shit.”

“You don’t really know me. Aside from work.”

“You never take me up on any of those offers of coffee, or grabbing a bite, all you do is work Missy. All work, no play, makes a sad girl.” He taps your nose, and it scrunches up, making him smile a bit. “Cute.”

“Whatever, I have to work my ass off, it’s important, I have to make sure I get to scrub in with you. That chance comes at the end of this month.”

“Well you’re the top intern I have, so don’t worry so much.” He pats your shoulder, and you blink a bit. “Surprised? How. You graduated top of the school, you bust your cute little butt, and you’re intelligent, caring for your patients. Of course I was picking you first.”

“Oh my god…”

“You’ve ruined your own surprise. Act surprised when you find out, mmkay?” You hug him then, heart racing as you think of it. “Oh so now you like me.”

“I can really scrub in to a surgery with you!?” You couldn't contain your excitement as you leaned back and looked up at Satoru Gojo. He nodded, his hands taking hold of your waist through your scrubs, and that touch?

Does things, fuck.

“I’m so sorry-”

“You’re fine, intern. Stay a little longer.” You nervously step back, his hands are still on your waist, making you tremble, as your eyes both lock.

“I can never fuck such an opportunity up. Um… thank you though, that gives me so much hope, maybe I can actually relax for two minutes!” He smiles softly, nodding, his hands falling to his sides. “I’m sorry I…”

“Interrupted? Nah. Think you made me cum quick.”

“What!?” You glare again, and his smirk makes you itch to smack him all over again. “Dr. Gojo!”

“You’re so pretty though, I think it made her job quicker. Win win.”

“I’m out of here. Ugh.” You turn away, hand on the knob, and then his comes on top of it and gently unlocks it with a twist, you feel his hard body against your back, and you get overwhelmed in his office, damn near unable to breathe, as he’s clearly…

Is Dr. Gojo inhaling your hair!?

“New shampoo?” He asks, you turn to glare up at him, putting your faces far, far too close.

“How would you know my…”

“You always wear that one that smells like strawberries, this one is more floral. Hmm I don’t know if I like it as much, but it’s still yummy.”

“I… you…”

“See you later, intern.” He says softly, then finally steps away, leaving you reeling as you hastily step out without a word, leaning your back against his door, shutting your eyes for a moment in the quiet hall his office is in. You shake yourself out of it quickly, he’s just being…

Dr. Hojo.

Notorious womanizer, but the best damn surgeon there was, a whole idiot and yet an entire genius. And not your type, not at all, even if he’s gorgeous, you did not like man whores, or men that aren’t serious, especially not your boss, anyway. Fucking your boss in this industry would essentially make everyone question every accomplishment as favoriteism.

You sure weren’t going to sacrifice all your hard work for some dick.

You bounce away, heading to the little cafe where your friends are waiting, sitting next to Yuta who hands you a coffee with a little smile. “Thank you, ugh.”

“You’re welcome, girlie.”

“So, party?”

“Maki!” You three say, and she sighs, shooting her espresso down.

“Next weekend! Come on you guys, what do you say?”

“Oh fine.” You concede. Maki, Yuta and Toge all live with you, in your town home, since you could absolutely not afford it yourself, with the shitty pay of your internship and the college bills. It was left to you, but you still had property taxes and other bills, so they helped a ton. “No one better fuck my house up, I swear.”

“Hell yeah, here’s to a party bitches.” She holds up her little styrofoam cup, and you all cheers each other then, laughing.

“Party, hmm?” Comes Dr. Gojo’s voice, he’s standing there with Dr. Geto and Dr. Nanami. You all get nervous then, but he grins. “I’m coming. What about you guys?”

“No way.” Nanami grumbles, he’s very serious, his glasses slung over his sandy blond hair, his face exhausted.

“I’ll come.” Dr. Geto chimes in, chuckling and sipping his coffee, he’s as tall as Dr. Gojo and well swoon worthy. He would be more your type you think, with that serious yet fun nature, whereas Dr. Gojo…

“C’mon Nanami. You gotta, you gotta, you-”

“Jesus you’re a child.” You say, and Gojo gasps at you, Geto and even Nanami laugh, only earning Gojo’s scowl.

“You brat, I’m a good eight years older than you!”

“You look like a twenty year old frat boy.”

"And you look like an angry little brat!” He shot back, only causing more laughter to erupt from the group.

“Okay, okay.” Dr. Geto holds up his hands now. “Let’s be nice, kids.”

“Kids! Suguru I’m older than you.” Gojo says with a glare.

“Like six months. Anyway, we’ll be there at this party, text us the details? We’d love to unwind.” Dr. Geto says, and Maki jumps up now, as you and Gojo are glaring at each other across your table. “Got it, thank you Maki.”

“Of course, we’ll invite both of your interns too. It’ll be much needed after hell month.” You just sit there, as they all talk, and Gojo is all pouty, like a baby. You peek at your phone now, seeing a text from your shitty ex, your face falls.

“Everything okay?” Maki asks softly, and you sigh, nodding.

“Just the ex.” You whisper back.

“Ex huh?” Satoru has somehow gotten behind you, leaning over, you smack at his hand then, glaring. “What, I wanna know!”

“You’re too fucking much sometimes. Ugh.” You stand up then, slinking past him. “I’m headed to get changed and then I’m leaving. See you all at home?” They all nod, eyeing you and Satoru curiously, you wave at the Doctors then head out.

Ugh, along with Satoru just being… weird and annoying, and your ex? He was a toxic, needy mess. He’d left you because you didn’t have enough time for him, and maybe you really didn’t, how could you have a relationship until your internship was finished? The first week none of you even left the hospital, sleeping in bunk beds and showering there.

But he constantly needed you, made you feel guilty, would fuck with your alarms and everything. Thank God he was long gone, even if he was annoying you currently, you delete his messages, heading to the locker room and hearing steps. You look back curiously to see Satoru holding the door open for you.

“What are you doing?”

“I am sorry, that was rude of me.”

“Yeah, well, what’s new.” You both walk into the locker room now, Satoru’s shrugging off his white lab coat, your cheeks heat up while you slip off your scrub top, it was normal to change in front of everyone, you all had co op locker rooms and showers even, all of you took years of anatomy, the human body was nothing really but parts.

But as you feel his eyes on you, when you’re down to just a black lace bra and a pair of boy shorts, you tense a bit, looking at him, shirtless, his lips parted as he looks at you. “I am sorry I know I annoy you, Miss perfect.”

“I’m no Miss perfect. I guess I have a lot to prove.” You say softly, trying not to drink in his rippling muscles, perfect well defined torso, cuts low where he’s now sliding up a pair of dark blue jeans.

His blue eyes fixate on you as he does, as you’re sliding on a pair of jeans yourself, buttoning them with trembling hands. “I had a lot to prove once too. I do understand.”

“You’re being serious?” You tease, earning a little smile, as he slides a black long sleeve shirt over his head. You get flustered as you realize your nipples are pressed against the cups of your bra, sliding your shirt and then a jacket on yourself, sitting at the bench to slide on your black boots.

“I can be serious sometimes, I just think there’s enough death, sadness, and depression in this career. Why not just try to have some fun? Otherwise, it’ll just consume you.” He says softly, in that husky voice of his, so sexy it alone could wreck someone. But his words…

“That makes sense.” You say softly now, standing as he does, grabbing your purse and locking up your locker, spinning the combination, at the same time he grabs his keys and wallet. “So you try to… brighten up things.”

“Yeah, someone has to.” He walks to you then, tapping your nose once more. “You’re too serious, you’ll have to lighten up, or this career will wreck you.”

You nod then, carefully, realizing perhaps this slutty, silly doctor had a lot more to him, than just being the perfect surgeon. “I’ll take that advice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, also…” He leans forward as you all are stepping out of the locker room, headed toward the automatic glass doors, and you look at him curiously. “Nice panties.”

“Oh fuck you, Dr. Hojo!” You glare now, shoving at him, as he heads to his mercedes benz, and you’re in your ancient SUV that sounds like a beast.

“Night-night, intern.” He shoots you two fingers, sliding into his fancy car with blacked out windows. You roll your eyes, putting your car in gear.

What a day.

Part Two

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[ae-azile]

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Chay: Kim and I have a son now. 🥹

Khun: Kim’s PREGNANT?! 🤰🏻 Kim! Why wouldn't you TELL me? 🖕🏼

Kim: I don't have the parts for that. 

Chay: Don't remind me 😞

Porsche: I'm going to ignore you just saying that and instead ask for clarification. Whose baby did you steal? You're too young to be a parent. You have your college interview and practical coming up. 

Macau: Does P’Pete’s dad have another baby he was mistreating that you took?

Pete: I am in this group chat, Macau. 

Macau: Sorry 😬

Chay: He's not a human baby! He's a dog! 

Porsche: Chay! Dogs are a big responsibility! What about college?

Chay: I can walk him on some parts of campus! You are acting like I can’t take him anywhere. And even if I can't take him somewhere, you are acting like you won't watch him. 

Porsche: I won't! You got yourself into this mess! I'm not taking care of him! 

Chay: Meet Koda! 

Porsche: …I will protect him with my life. 

Pol: Awwwww ♥️

Khun: HE IS THE CUTEST DOG IN THE WORLD!!!! I’M AN UNCLE!!!! ❤️🧡🧡💚🩵💙

Nalin: You already are an uncle, Khun! 🙂♥️

Arm: Why are you in this group chat???

Nalin: To gather stray gossip about you. You're SO interesting despite how boring you can be. 

Arm: Who added you?

Nalin: Why do you not want me included? You could just be grateful that I take an interest in your life? 

Arm: Huh? 

Porsche: Did he pose like that? 

Chay: Yes! He was jumping for a ball. When I pulled my phone out to take a picture, he looked at me, then stood up on his hind legs and gave me that look! He's SO smart and sweet. I love him more than I have ever loved anyone. 

Porsche: Wow. Kim and I are RIGHT HERE. 

Kim: He has said it fifteen times to me and your ma already. We both accept it. He's a sweet dog. Great actor too. He acted sickly and depressed while we were at the shelter. We took him to the pet store and that all stopped. He kept pulling us through the aisles and taking all the toys he was interested in off the hooks. 

Chay: And he got every single one because he deserves them. 🥰

Kim: Not for his abilities on a leash. 

Chay: Fine. He needs some practice on a leash. But he doesn't jump on anyone unless you prompt him to jump up on his hind legs. He's perfect. And he wasn't faking being sick, Kim. You know he has problems. We can both see the polyp and inflammation in his ear! But Kim is telling the truth. His personality changed within minutes. It must have sunk in that he finally found a loving home. ♥️ Mindset and support can do wonders to alleviate depression and chronic pain! He's not even 3 yet and the staff said his asshole owner dropped him off there when he was only 8 months old! He was there for over two years and no one showed him any interest because of his ear problems. I can't believe that vet wouldn't come out and operate on him for another week. That's why we got a hold of Phoenix’s vet. We dropped his paperwork off at the office and he said he could do the surgery in two days. 

Kim: Probably for the best. That way, you aren't stressing about it and compromising your interview and practical. 

Chay: Or when we meet with your label next weekend. 

Kim: OUR label. 

Arm: Are you both sitting at the park together but talking through here? 

Chay: You all are free to jump in at any moment. 

Nalin: Your dog is really cute, Chay! I love dogs. ♥️

Macau: You do? I do too! I’ve been thinking about getting a dog. 

Vegas: Since when? You've never even had one. 

Macau: I've always wanted one. 

Nalin: If you get one, Preeda volunteers at a rescue near our apartment. 

Macau: I'll go there first ☺️

Nalin: 😁

Arm: 🤨

Vegas: 🙄

Pete: Do you have more pictures, Chay? 

Pete: Very cute. 🙂

Kinn: I'm looking forward to meeting him. 🙂

Tankhun: I am too! 🤗 Although, it is bad timing. 

Chay: Getting Koda today was PERFECT timing. 

Kim: He will not take any critique that includes Koda’s name in it. Watch it. He's come up with three songs about him in the last twenty minutes.

Porsche: Aww. Are they good?

Kim: They’re…songs. 

Tankhun: I'm not critiquing a new family member. But I was going to reach out in a bit to see if you, Kinn, Vegas, and Macau were available tonight. I wanted to go to Yok’s together and rent out the VIP room for long overdue brotherly/cousinly drunken bonding!!! 😩

Vegas: You want to get drunk together?

Tankhun: Of course! 

Vegas: What's your angle?

Tankhun: Finding out Pa’s angle is my angle! And I want to spend time with my brothers - who know him the best, as well as with you and Macau - who hate him the most!

Vegas: How did the breakfast with him go? 

Tankhun: He arrived set on ending the relationship and ended up taking away Arm’s guard status!

Nalin: You don't have a job anymore, Hia???

Tankhun: He gave him a better job. Arm is to solely focus on the technical aspect of our security system. The only duty he will be keeping from his time as head guard is overseeing the intake and routine trainings. To fill up his time, Pa has offered him the Chief Information Officer for the Theerapanyakul Luxury and Amenities Brand. And then, he called him “son.” 🤢

Vegas: Sounds like he actually approves, but has taken an interest in him. That sucks. 

Macau: Congratulations on the new job, Arm. 🙂

Arm: Thank you? 

Vegas: 🙄 Suck up. 

Arm: What? 

Nalin: Glad you're not jobless. You get dangerous when you're bored. That's what Malai and Hansa always say.

Arm: They exaggerate. 

Pol: You literally built toy cars that explode on a slow work day. 

Vegas: YOU built those? 

Tankhun: To be fair, I gave him the idea. 

Vegas: Well, I figured that. 

Tankhun: Let’s get drunk together and move past it! Macau too! 

Vegas: No Macau. 

Macau: Hia, I am legally allowed to drink now. 

Vegas: Not around me.

Macau: Fine. I will just go somewhere else and drink. Alone. 

Vegas: You won't. 

Macau: Why can't I see you drunk? You're a messy drunk, aren't you? 

Vegas: No

Tankhun: I can't speak for Vegas, but I can assure you I am incredibly classy and low-key when I am under the influence. 

Arm: 😂🤣😂

Tankhun: ARM, YOU ARE ONE TO USE THOSE EMOJIS TO TRY AND ACT LIKE YOU ARE A BETTER DRUNK THAN ME! 🥃🍻🕺🏼⛳

Pol: I don’t remember Arm ever golfing when he was drunk…

Nalin: I want to see Hia drunk. 

Arm: Absolutely not. 

Tankhun: I promise we will have a girls’ night, Nalin. I am in full support of Arm inviting you girls to spend time with Pete, Pol, and Porsche. If you choose to drink together, that's your call. But I feel like an exclusive hang out with my brother and cousins is needed at Yok’s

Nalin: Fine. I will crash your hangout at Pete’s, Hia. 

Macau: I will be home too. Hia doesn't want me to go to Yok’s. Sorry, Khun. 

Vegas: Changed my mind. You can go. 

Macau: It's okay. I don't want to make you feel weird. That's how nice I am. 

Tankhun: You're going, Macau. It's required! 

Macau: Whatever…

Nalin: 🫶🏼

Tankhun: Aw, Nalin. You're so sweet. ♥️ you too! 

Chay: Kim can go. Koda and I will be fine. We're heading back now. 🙂

Tankhun: Yayyyyy! I can't wait to meet my new nephew and spend time with my brothers and cousins tonight!!! It will be so much fun!

Vegas: If you say so? 

Macau: …Yay.

Tankhun: Oh, fuck off! We all made up! See you at 8. 🖕🏼

[ataleofcrowns]

Preview for A’s Route in Chapter 11

[koyoriin]

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[meep-meep-richie]

i might never finish this but i thought the start was cute

[suis0u]

Still an ongoing WIP, especially since I'm losing myself a tiny bit in the details with all the feathers and such, ha. But I love it. He is just such a perfect model. The Raven Prince by @not-poignant and their Fae Tales stories ❤️.

[ghostymarni]

I may have use of you-