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[hyp3rsh0ck]

bombards yall with lesbian battlebots

[ynscrazylife]

i’m a simple gal...... i like seeing natasha being overprotective and a little homicidal SO could i please request some cute mentor!almost itherlynat x reader? maybe reader gets badly hurt during training or someone on the team hurts her feelings? mamabear stabs? 🥺

More Than A Mentor | n.r fluff fic

Summary: After an accident, Y/N realizes her and Natasha’s relationship goes beyond mentor and mentee.

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I’ve missed writing Marvel/Natasha.

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Natasha was not an easy mentor, and Y/N learned that quickly. She was understanding and patient, yes, but she also knew when to push Y/N and went to be a little stricter. 

The thing was, Y/N was never completely sure what side she’d get of her mentor at what time - though she found herself not having to worry about it after . . . The Accident. 

That disastrous day would go down in the team’s history, yet no one liked to talk about it. It was a day Y/N would never forget: it changed . . . everything.

It was one of the rare days that Y/N wasn’t training with Natasha. She had a meeting with Fury so Steve filled in for her. Y/N was not accustomed to training with a super soldier, and had to quickly adjust (it didn’t make it any easier that he had his shield, too). 

She was doing well - at least, she wanted to think that she was - and so far had deflected almost every punch from Steve, managing to get one or two punches against him herself. 

Nonetheless, the air was knocked out of her when Steve slammed her against the mat. She grunted, angry only fueling the pain when she saw that stupid smirk on his face, and used that to her advantage; he wouldn’t expect her to recover so quickly (and in truth, neither did she) but she did it anyway, throwing all her weight against the Captain. She secured he legs around his waist like Natasha taught her and, using the strength in her legs and pushing his broad shoulders, just about managed to get herself out from being pinned on the mat. Now, though, they were both sorta sitting on the mat, so Y/N kneed him in the chest, pushing him down. 

“You’re good,” he whispered, just slightly out of breath, before he - seemingly without using any strength at all - threw her to the side where she rolled. 

Y/N cursed under her breath, getting her feet. It was impossible to win against a super-soldier! Think, Y/N, think, what did Natasha teach you? Cmon! 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve grabbing his shield, and got in a stance to either catch it or evade it - she hadn't decided yet - when yells distracted her. In her hyped up, adrenaline-pumped state, the first thing that came to Y/N’s mind was that someone was hurt. She was about to call of the training when a large, solid force smacked into her stomach, sending her flying into the air where she hit the wall, losing consciousness. 

Steve's eyes widened, not thinking it’d actually hit her, and jumped into action. “Who the hell screamed?” The blonde yelled as he ran to his fallen teammate. He carefully turned her on her back and looked her over for injuries, seeing bruises and bleeding starting to form on her stomach and ankle and her head bleeding. 

Bucky and Sam practically crashed inside the room, trying to beat each other. 

“He threatened me!” Sam exclaimed. 

“He tried to steal my metal arm!” Bucky defended. 

Both men came to a screeching halt when they digested the scene, though. Steve rolled his eyes at his idiotic friends and tried to put pressure on Y/N’s head wound. “Sam, get Bruce, please. Tell him to prepare med - and Bucky, get Natasha. She’ll want to be here,” he ordered, and the men nodded, guilty. 

Steve carefully picked Y/N up in his arms and hoisted her into the air, carrying her to med where Bruce and Helen were, Sam explaining the situation to them. Instantly, Helen jumped into action. She instructed Steve to lay Y/N down on one of the med’s beds and then ushered the men out of the room, where she then began grabbing various medical things and assessing Y/N’s injuries, instructing Bruce to hook her up to an IV.

Steve and Sam stood outside, not saying a word to each other, both pacing back and forth. They did not have to be silent for long, though, because pounding footsteps soon approached and the men looked up to see a very furious Natasha with Bucky trailing behind her. 

The redhead’s eyes fell onto the closed med doors and huffed, turning back to Steve. “I leave her with you for training one day and she gets hurt?!” She demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at him. 

Steve swallowed. “Nat, I-” He began to say, but was cut off. 

“What happened?” Natasha asked. 

Steve glanced up at her, first irritated when she asked him a question and then interrupted him whilst he was answering, but backed off when he saw the urgency, the nervousness in her eyes; she was scared. Scared that Y/N was really hurt and guilty. 

“We were training. I threw my shield at her, expecting her to catch it or duck . . . But Sam and Buck distracted her and it hit her,” he said, not wanting to throw his friends under the bus but also knowing he had to be truthful.

Natasha stood in place, processing the information. She took a breath, and had almost completely calmed down when Bucky decided to open his mouth.

“Y’know, if anything we tested her. What if someone yelled during a mission? Is she gonna get distracted then?” He mumbled, not really meaning it but wanting to spare him and Sam Natasha’s wrath.

Karma’s a bitch, though, because it did the exact opposite.

If you blinked you’d miss it: Natasha swiftly turned and pushed Bucky against the wall, pinning him there with his hands above his hand.

“Don’t you dare start blaming this on Y/N, you hear me?” She said in a low tone, glaring.

Bucky quickly nodded and Natasha released him. When she did, the door opened and Helen appeared.

“She’ll be okay—” Helen began, and Natasha let out a breath of relief, “—but she does need to be off training for at least a month. She has a concussion, broken ankle, and . . . the shield sort of stabbed her in her stomach.”

It took a couple moments for all four to digest this. Steve paled and Natasha’s crossed arms for tighter as she bit her lip. “Can I see her?” She asked.

“She’s still unconscious, but yes,” Helen answered, nodding.

Natasha almost failed to contain the gasp lurching to leave her throat when she saw Y/N, all bandaged up. The spy gulped and sat down beside her, not knowing what else to do other than sit there, and had no clue what she’d say when Y/N woke up because she sure as hell wasn’t leaving her. Thankfully, Natasha had some time to think it out.

Almost a day later and Natasha hadn’t left — Clint had convinced her to go sleep and eat for a couple hours, but that was it — and now, Y/N woke up.

“Ms. Romanoff?” Y/N murmured in a haze of confusion, squinting her eyes to see her mentor curled up in a chair, reading a big book.

Natasha snapped her head up and immediately sat forward, a smile covering her face. “Y/N! You’re awake? How are you feeling? And how many times have I told you to call me ‘Natasha’?”

Y/N blushed but nodded. “I’m fine, probably the painkillers’ doing though . . . How long was I out?” She said.

“Around a day,” Natasha answered.

“Did you . . . Did you stay here?” Y/N asked again, a little smaller this time, playing with her blanket.

“Most of it, yeah,” Natasha murmured, relaxing into the chair.

“Really? You’re-you’re not mad?” Y/N said, eyes wide and jaw dropped in surprised.

Natasha scrunched her face up. “What? No — of course I’m not mad! You’re like my daughter! How could I be—?”

Natasha was cut off by Y/N’s loud, yet thankful gasp. The teenager sat up and wrapped her arms around Natasha and, after a moment, Natasha smiled and wrapped her arms around her too.

Y/N truly was like her daughter, and mothers were always protective over their children.

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[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Remember Me (4/???)

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH. Honestly I lost a lot of motivation to write after Bloodbound because PB has greatly decreased in the quality of their books. I am still trying to find the time and motivation to write and am forcing myself to finish my series at the very least but if I am being completely honest I feel like the Kamilah fandom has died, PB’s books mostly suck and I don’t even really play choices anymore. Who knows, I’m trying to learn to write the code for episode so maybe I’ll start posting my own stories and choices on that platform with better plot, smut and less diamond focus since it would be a hobby. This chapter is ASS and mostly just moves the plot along - so if you want action I would wait for a different series or later chapter - okay bye!

Pairing: Adrian x MC x Kamilah (Amy)

Tags: I paused the tag list since it’s been so fucking long but if you want a tag please let me know because I’m pretty sure most people think this series died with me :)

Words: ~1500 (Short because I needed to finish a chapter to motivate me to finish the next)

Kamilah took a deep breath as she knelt on the floor beside Adrian, carefully wrapping her arms around her brother, her heart sinking with every sob that left his lips. She didn’t speak, she knew her words would come off too harshly and she couldn’t blame Adrian for feeling that way, after all she knew how much he loved Amy. 

“Adrian, I’m sorry. I...I truly don’t know what to say.” As their eyes met Kamilah saw exactly how devastated he was, and even in her two thousand years of life, she had never been in his situation. 

“Kamilah, do you think she’ll...well she says we’re just friends but do you think she’ll fall in love with me again?” His lips trembled, his hands shaking and his eyes glistened with tears. 

“I don’t know. As much as I believe love is a silly mortal affair, and a simple chemical reaction, it can’t be forced but I’m sure if you just be yourself and do your best to be her friend that any romantic feelings will follow.” Kamilah moved away as Adrian calmed himself, both of them passing a nod of agreement as he wiped his face clean with tissues. 

“Your wisdom has always guided me well Kamilah.” 

“I suppose that is two thousand sixty three years of experience speaking.” 

“Heh, I guess my two hundred years don’t nearly compare...” 

“You’re still a simple child in my eyes, I just took a liking to you.”

“Well, thank you Kamilah. It seems I owe you quite a bit.”

They both stood from the floor and took seats on Adrian’s office couch, Kamilah folding her legs and crossing her arms and Adrian crossing his ankles and folding his arms. 

“We’re practically siblings - you don’t owe me anything. Just try to take care of yourself and well...don’t expect anything from Amy. I’m sure this is difficult for her, difficult is an understatement. I can’t imagine what she’s experiencing.”

“Maybe I’ve been too selfish Kamilah...I’ve been thinking more about what I want from her instead of focusing on if she’s okay or what she wants.” 

“Sometimes it’s alright to be selfish, and I can understand why you felt that way but you are correct, we need to focus on what Amy wants now, not what she wanted before the accident.”

“You’re absolutely right. I can only hope for the best...I just really...I really wanted...I believed she was the one.” 

“I know you did. I wanted her to be the one for you as well, I still hope she comes back to you Adrian.”

“Me too.” 

Adrian’s phone buzzed at the same time Kamilah’s did, Lily having texted both of them to rendezvous with her and Jax at Amy’s old apartment to talk about the recent events. 

“We should go, but do you feel okay?” Kamilah patted Adrian’s shoulder as they both stood from the couch.

“Yes I think so.” They hurried to the elevator and got into Adrian’s black Mercedes as they navigated towards Lily’s apartment. Once they arrived Lily greeted them before guiding them up to the apartment where Jax waited on the couch with a beer in hand.

“Hey guys...how ya doin?” His words were slurred and he was obviously under the influence to a decent extent. 

“Tell me you have something other than beer Lily.” Kamilah grimaced as Jax took another swig of the beer. She had no problem with beer but she hated that brand and would rather remain sober than allow herself to drink that brand. 

“Yeah, vodka or wine?”

“Vodka.” Kamilah spoke without hesitation while Adrian grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a seat next to Jax on the couch. Lily began to pour Kamilah a shot, and once the glass was full Kamilah took the bottle from her and took two large gulps before sitting on the leather chair and holding the bottle with one hand. 

“So we’re here to get drunk? I thought we were supposed to talk about Amy?” Kamilah’s voice broke the deathly silence that filled the room. Adrian leaned in the door before removing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and, grabbing three bottles of the cheap beer and sinking into the recliner opposite of Lily and Jax. 

“I didn’t want to drink...well grieve...alone. I mean I can’t do this with Amy anymore...well I could but it wouldn’t be the same... and I have my friend back but it’s really just...it’s not the same. I don’t know I just didn’t...you can leave if you want but I didn’t want to grieve alone…” Lily began to sob, her tears falling into her glass of wine as Jax and Adrian frowned. Kamilah held her stoic expression, but even the alcohol could not erase the ache she felt in her chest.

“I see, well I guess we all process grief differently…” Kamilah spoke calmly, but deep down she felt her own sense of grief. As she gazed around she realized how messy Jax’s hair and clothes were, and how exhausted and drained Lily was. “You guys look a mess…”

“Thanks Kamilah.” Jax drunkenly snickered and Lily sniffled. Adrian remained quiet, taking a long drink from the bottle in his hand before switching to the other glass and downing it just as quickly. 

“Does this not fucking hurt you?” Lily drunkenly scolded as Kamilah flinched ever so slightly. None of them had ever heard Lily so fragile, so devastated. She had every reason to be - she had lost her best friend - even though Amy had survived the accident, the memories were all gone and everything they had once shared was gone. 

“It...does...I was just remarking on-”

“I don’t care about your remarks, at least not now. Don’t you fucking get it? I lost my fucking best friend and I have to watch her find everything again! Do you know how that fucking feels Kamilah? I’m sure you do from all your time as a vampire, but please, for the love of god and for the sake of our friendship just shut the fuck up. I can’t handle this.” Lily’s hand gripped on her bottle as it shattered against her palm, the beer pouring onto the tile floor and seeping into the edges of the carpet. 

“I...apologize Lily…”

“It’s fine! It’s fine! Everything is fine I guess. I don’t know I just...I’m not coping well...and I feel guilty for saying that because Amy has it the hardest of us all and yet here I am getting wasted to be in her position - to forget everything while also being the person who put her in this position in the first fucking place. I don’t think it’ll ever be the same as it was before…”

“Maybe that’s for the best…” Adrian finally joined the conversation. Kamilah, Lily and Jax turned to face him as he swirled the bottle around in his hand - his brown eyes shiny from the tears that had built up. “...we all lost someone...Amy was a different person to each of us...but maybe we have to lose that person for some reason…”

“Adrian, do not try to give me that ‘it’s for the best’ bullshit.” Lily took a deep breath as Adrian shrugged. 

“I’m not. I guess it’s just the alcohol talking, but I was going to propose to Amy that night and maybe it was a sign I shouldn’t have, or maybe the world is punishing me for my sins...but fuck all of that...it’s...it’s a forgotten memory and we need to forget just like Amy...”  

---------------- Amy’s POV ------------------

It was a weird feeling that I couldn’t describe. Having people who seemed like strangers tell me all about the things we’ve done together gave me such comfort and anxiety at the same time. I wanted to believe and trust each of them but at the same time, it would be so easy to lie about it. Maybe I’m just being paranoid about the situation - nobody would really benefit from creating an elaborate story just to mess with my mind. 

God this IV really stings...and now that I’m thinking about it, my ribs really hurt too. I should call the doctor or nurse but it’s nearly midnight. I mean it’s their job but they’re humans and I don’t want to be that super needy patient…

At least that Lily girl seems genuine, I can see why I was her best friend. I appreciate her sincerity more than I can verbalize to her. I’m still wary of Jax though - that man looks like he could kill in an instant and I don’t want to get on his bad side. I’m glad they’re friends with each other though - they seem to get along really well and...Adrian. Poor bastard. I broke his heart. I broke his heart and I can’t even help it. How am I supposed to even really process that whole fucking mess. He’s so sweet and gentle and genuine and I can’t even reciprocate it back to him...but maybe with time I could…? But Kamilah...she makes my heart skip a beat too...but she’s so unlike anyone I’ve even taken interest in - callous and stoic most of the time with very few soft spots. It wouldn’t be any type of understatement to claim my heart is as confused as my head. 

[painting-wings]

Diabolic lovers |4|

Description: Chapter 4 every one 

Warnings: Sexual language, inappropriate body touching

Pairings: Jungkook x reader & Jimin x reader 

Tags: Vampire!au

Words: 1k 

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Chapter(s): five | six 

A/N: So here is chapter 4 and well you guys seem to really like this story! and thank you so much i’m trying to get it posted asap! but for now enjoy this chap, also my ask box is open and i love hearing your thoughts <3 

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4| Truth | 

You walk down the stairs and across the main hallway, to go get something to eat. As you pass you get the feeling like someone is standing behind you. Turning around you see Jungkook.

“Hi Jungkook, I didn’t see you there” you speak as he gives you a small smile.

“I’m thirsty” he replies, keeping his doe eyes on you, in a way it made you feel somewhat uneasy.

“O-ok well how about I get you a drink?” you speak now feeling unsure as you slowly walk in the direction of the kitchen. You come back with a drink for Jk as he was still mindlessly standing in the hallway looking at one of the large paintings that hung on the wall, feeling slightly creeped out at the facts that he stayed there this whole time.

“Jungkook I got you this” you say as you hand him a cup filled with hot coffee. He turns to you as he slaps the drink out from your hands, slightly burning yourself in the process.  

“I don’t want coffee I like things that are sweet” he snaps making you jump back slightly.

“You didn’t need to spill it on the floor!” you reply more forcefully as he steps towards you, making you hesitantly take a step back.

“How dare you talk back to me” he barks.

“I’m sorry”

“You always apologise, stop it!”

“Then what do you want from me?” you ask confused as he looks down before making eye contact with you again.

“Thought you’d figure that out on your own” he said glumly, you try to figure out what he means when it hits you, now looking at him with a shocked face he smiles at you as he backed you into a wall, surprisingly you didn’t think he would be that strong, struggling from his grip he licks his lips to reveal pearl white fangs.

“Do you hate us y/n? You always seem to want to get away from us” Jungkook speaks watching you like a hawk at your every move.

“I don’t hate you..or any of you, I would like to get to know you guys better” You speak timidly as his eyes never left your own. He smirked “then put in the effort to understand us” his whispers as he is now dangerously close to your neck.

You gulp, anticipating for the sting of a bite, like always you close your eyes but then you feel no sting or bite. Curiously out open your eyes to reveal that Jungkook as disappeared. You breathe a sigh of relief, as you continue to wonder around the large house.

By this point you find a large balcony at the back of the house that overlooks the extended garden. Walking around the corner you jump as you see Jimin mumbling to himself, you turn back around the corner so that he didn’t see you. Or you hope he didn’t.

“Love the sound of your voice, your intoxicating scent...I can hear you breathing y/n, come out” jimin speaks in a taunting way as you slowly show yourself. He smirks “you like to be naughty don’t you kitten”

“I-i wasn’t” you stutter out as now Jimin is in close proximity to you.

“I think you need to need to be punished” he spoke as his hand snaked around your throat, your breath hitched as now you felt scared. As Jimin kept a rather creepy smile on his face.

“Tell me where would you like to be bitten? Somewhere more pleasurable, that’ll make you moan instead of scream” he purred as you tried to release out of his death grip. “You need to watch yourself kitten, under a full moon we tend to get more thirsty” Jimin continued as he wetted his lips, tilting his head to the side as he leaned in close to you.

“Just hearing you struggle is making me excited” Jimin purrs again as his leg now pushed its way in between yours, making you gasp quickly as he moved your hair out of the way as he sunk his fangs into your neck.

You struggle against him, when Jimin releases you, you quickly push him away making a mad run for it, running through the house you see that the front door is wide open, not stopping to ask questions you make a mad dash for the door.

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You are running through the streets in search for a payphone, stumbling upon one you try to call your father, “hello? Dad it’s me, look you have to come and-”

“Awh what a shame and we where just starting to like you kitten,” jimin’s voice was at the end of the phone, as you look around you see him standing on the opposite side of the road, you freeze in fear as he chuckles darkly down the receiver of the phone. “I know everything about you kitten”

Hanging up the phone you run as fast as you can away from the man, running around a corner you run into someone, as they grab you, you look up to apologise when it was the person you was dreading the most.

Jimin.

Your body felt so weak that the energy drained from you causing you to feel fuzzy, taking one last glance at Jimin before you passed out.

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Waking up in your room, confused. What really happened is still unclear to you, you remember being bitten by Jimin. Rolling over in the bed you notice your cross necklace, picking it up you sigh.

“God please help me, why or even how have I gotten into this mess? I just hope that father is ok and maybe get to see him one day too.” you speak rubbing your thumb over the cross.

“Don’t tell me you believe in that crap” Jimin speaks as he stands at the foot of the bed, you jump back until your back hits the headboard of the bed.

“What are you doing here” you say startled at these boys just appear anywhere.

“I told you I know everything about you, so when you next go running off I know where you are” he smugly replies.

“If you know so much about me then tell me about my father then” you snap,

“Who cares about that? I know who you really are and I’m sure my brothers would want to know too” Jimin speaks in a taunting way.

Jimin crawls on to the bed as you draw your knees up to your chest, failing as Jimin forcefully pulls your legs down, as he straddles your hips.

“Jimin! STOP THAT-” you scream as he licks down your neck, he pulls away to look at your flustered face.

“Oh your innocence excites me, but you need to learn your place in this world in order to succeed you need to pay the consequences” Jimin growls as he grinds slowly onto your hips making you gasp.

“I will fight my way if I have to!” you angrily speak as Jimin chuckles.

“Kitten I can see it in your eyes the lust that lurks deep inside just clawing its way out, what do you say we release it tonight” Jimin playfully speaks as his hands caress your face as they slide down to your chest, has his hands rest just above your navel.

You try to hide the moans that are desperately wanting to be released but you know that you shouldn’t like this.  But you do.

“Tell me where should I start from the top” he kisses your neck “or the bottom?” his hand gently caressed your thigh. You squirmed in place.

“Get off me!” you shout pushing him, as he chuckles darkly,

“It’s so cute you being angry at me, go ahead get even angrier with me if you like, call me names if it makes you feel better, but remember I am inhuman and you will” he forces you down more before speaking “submit to me!” he barked making you stop struggling.

“I will not! Never submit to you!” you snap, keeping your gaze on him as you could see the fire in his eyes.

“Look at you trying to act all brave, it’s cute” Jimin smirks as he bites your neck without warning as you whimper, he moves down to your collarbones and bites again you groan as he smirks, leaning down so that his face was close to the inside of your thigh. You glance down to see Jimin’s eyes bright as a flicker of red gleam through them. By this point you gasp as he leans back up to you there was blood smeared on his lips as his eyes now red as he watched you shaking with a mixture of emotions.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret...you was gifted to us as a sacrifice” Jimin speaks his voice was smooth.

“You’re lying!” you spat as he gives a small giggle.

“Am I? Well then ask yourself..who delivered you to us then?”

Tears started to brim at your eyes as realisation hits you, your own father sold you inorder to save not only your life but his own too.

“Oh look at the despair on your face is priceless, its ok kitten let it out because you now belong to us” Jimin spoke as he now cradled your head in his hands, as you let out a sob.

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[janyolski]

Fic: The One With The Dog Mom And The Hot Vet

Chapter 3 is up!

Link to the whole story on FFN | AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: AU. Cosima is a crazy loving dog mom and Delphine is a crazy hot veterinarian. Mrs. S. and Kira rescue a puppy. Gracie is a clinic assistant. Dr. Leekie is a creepy old man. Oh, and Cosima is really, really, reaaally gay in this one.

Chapter 3: The One Where Cosima Is Really Gay

Cosima throws her hands up in the air.

"Duude, how much longer is this doctor going take?!"

Cosima's sudden exasperated outburst makes the meek assistant jump. It has only been a minute since the doctor hung up.

"Ma'am, Dr. Cormier will be here any second. Pancho will be fine. There's nothing to worry about."

Gracie tries her best to pacify the agitated woman. Cosima feels guilty for being the naggy dog mom, so she sighs and shoots the assistant an apologetic look.

"Okay, um… Gracie?"

The dreadlocked woman reads her name tag and confirms that it is in fact the assistant's name.

"Yeah. Gracie, look, I'm sorry. It's just that my dog is basically my child and the most precious thing in my life, you know?"

Gracie nods her understanding and gives Cosima a calming smile. She then looks towards the lobby entrance doors behind the bespectacled woman's head, seeing Dr. Cormier come in jogging.

Hmm. Less than two minutes, even.

Gracie thinks, thankful that the doctor is finally here so the worried pet owner can finally be put at ease.

Cosima notices the assistant look somewhere behind her and turns to look in the same direction. Her jaw drops.

"Holy fuck."

A blonde goddess in a sports bra and runners bursts through the clinic doors, in all of her sweaty post-jog glory, illuminated by the afternoon sunlight. Time slows by for the pet owner as the willowy jogging beauty passes by them. Cosima wonders if she was a sculpture given life by Zeus himself.

"Wow."

Cosima notices the droplets of sweat roll down the blonde's clavicles down to… somewhere under that sports bra and then down that glorious abdomen. Her throat grows dry (she thinks this is probably because she's drooled out all the moisture in her mouth) and she gulps hard.

"Ahem… Ahem… Excuse me?"

It takes a moment for Cosima to realize that the curse words came from her mouth. It takes another moment for Cosima to realize that Gracie coughed a couple of 'ahem's to get her attention and that now the assistant has given up on that and was tapping her shoulder, instead. The brunette snaps out of it and tries to pick her jaw up from the floor.

In reality, Delphine only makes the jog from the lobby entrance to her office door to the right of the front desk in five quick steps.

"Ah, eh… Erm. Ahem. S-sorry. Were you… Were you saying anything?"

Cosima looks down, feeling her ears and cheeks burn bright red. She suddenly curses her pulled back dreads because some bangs would be nice to hide behind with right now.

Gracie eyes her weirdly. The pet owner blushes harder.

"Yeah… Uh, Dr. Cormier will be with you shortly. We can wait for her with your Pancho."

The assistant steps out from behind the desk, puts out an arm to direct the woman towards the secluded ward where the sick animals are checked up initially, and motions for her to follow.

"Yes, yes. Okay. Great. I'd like that!"

Cosima ends the statement with a nervous chuckle. She follows behind Gracie.

Way to let the gay out, Niehaus. She mentally berates herself.

They come through a glass door and Cosima sees Pancho wagging his tail weakly as he lies down with the IV that was attached to his front leg earlier. Seeing her usually energetic furball this weak breaks the pet owner's heart.

"Oh, my poor baby."

Cosima whispers as she reaches out to rub Pancho's head and neck soothingly. The assistant motions to a chair nearby, silently offering the pet owner to sit while they wait. Cosima smiles then moves to sit on the chair offered, with Gracie sitting on the chair right beside her.

Before Cosima expels another breath, the doors open and Delphine comes striding in, standing beside the table where the sick pup lays. Gracie stands up and quickly moves beside the doctor. The pet owner freezes for a moment after seeing the same blonde goddess from earlier, now in a white lab coat with a business suit underneath.

It then registers to Cosima's mind that the blonde she was checking out was in fact, the doctor she'd been impatiently waiting for: Dr. Delphine Cormier.

Holy fuck.

This time Cosima was able to keep that to herself.

The blonde doctor faces her assistant and a woman in dreadlocks and glasses who she presumes is the owner.

"Bonjour. I am Dr. Delphine Cormier. I am sorry to have kept you waiting."

The doctor says with a professional air around her then offers her hand to shake for the owner.

"I.. uh…"

Cosima's eyes go wide and she freezes like a deer caught in headlights. She then registers that the godde-er, doctor offered her hand and she takes it.

Delphine gives three good pumps for the shake and moves to let the hand go, only the woman was still holding on to her hand. Cosima realizes her blunder and decides to take her hand away before she could embarrass herself further. The pet owner clears her throat before gathering all the cool she could muster up to introduce herself properly, without melting.

"Uh, Cosima."

Cosima gestures to herself, her hands moving as she speaks.

"Cosima Niehaus. Pancho's uh, mom- I mean, owner."

Delphine smiles. The doctor already knew that this woman was definitely a dog mom from the call.

"Enchantee."

Cosima feels her heart fluttering at the french greeting. She smiles and tilts her head.

"Enchantee."

Gracie looks back and forth the two women, feeling a weird vibe in the room. The assistant couldn't put a word on it - it wasn't tension, per se, but definitely something close to it.

Delphine breaks the haze.

"So, since when has he been vomiting and experiencing diarrhea?"

Author's Note: I decided to cut the chapter here because I meant for it to revolve around Cosima's gayness as a third aspect of her personality, besides the disorganized Grad Student and dog mom I painted her in Chapter 1. I'm still mulling over what is going to happen in the following chapter. Rest assured, I won't take to long to update since I don't have much else to do. :P