Dr. Douglass (DVM)

Spencer can hear pain from a mile way, it very literally screams inside his head. So he can hear the pain of the small puppy curled up on the pavement, as abandoned and mistreated as any of them who aren’t just perfect. When he finally located the pup, a black and white Jack Russel with green eyes, he can tell why it was crying so loudly in his head. Physically only tiny whimpers were escaping its jaws, and very minimal was made due to the growth occurring on the side of it’s jaw. 

He scoops up the animal, closing his eyes briefly to focus on communicating with the small dog, whispering little praises from one mind to another, trying to soothe it. He sighs, mutations in animals were far less successful than in humans, causing almost a tumor in the defenseless animal in his arms. He looks around, trying to focus on how he could get help. 

Though she isn’t much good with men, she’s sure she can help the puppy. Hurriedly, she wishes her friend goodbye, then strides over.

“I think so,” she strokes the animal’s head as she thinks, trying to soothe the small creature. “He looks like he needs surgery, and I want to get him on the table as soon as possible. Come with me, I was just leaving my office for lunch.”

With that, she turns and beckons the young man to follow. Around the corner and up the street they go. A few blocks and a large building comes into view marked with large, block letters reading ‘animal hospital’.

“What’s your name?”

As she spoke, her hands moved carefully over the creature. If the tumor had gotten this big, there might be other damage as well. To her relief, the poor creature didn’t seem to have any structural deformities or broken bones. He was clearly dehydrated and malnourished, but if the mass could be removed, then those could be dealt with.

Spencer can hear pain from a mile way, it very literally screams inside his head. So he can hear the pain of the small puppy curled up on the pavement, as abandoned and mistreated as any of them who aren’t just perfect. When he finally located the pup, a black and white Jack Russel with green eyes, he can tell why it was crying so loudly in his head. Physically only tiny whimpers were escaping its jaws, and very minimal was made due to the growth occurring on the side of it’s jaw. 

He scoops up the animal, closing his eyes briefly to focus on communicating with the small dog, whispering little praises from one mind to another, trying to soothe it. He sighs, mutations in animals were far less successful than in humans, causing almost a tumor in the defenseless animal in his arms. He looks around, trying to focus on how he could get help. 

Though she isn’t much good with men, she’s sure she can help the puppy. Hurriedly, she wishes her friend goodbye, then strides over.

“I think so,” she strokes the animal’s head as she thinks, trying to soothe the small creature. “He looks like he needs surgery, and I want to get him on the table as soon as possible. Come with me, I was just leaving my office for lunch.”

With that, she turns and beckons the young man to follow. Around the corner and up the street they go. A few blocks and a large building comes into view marked with large, block letters reading ‘animal hospital’.

"What's your name?"

As she spoke, her hands moved carefully over the creature. If the tumor had gotten this big, there might be other damage as well. To her relief, the poor creature didn't seem to have any structural deformities or broken bones. He was clearly dehydrated and malnourished, but if the mass could be removed, then those could be dealt with.

Spencer can hear pain from a mile way, it very literally screams inside his head. So he can hear the pain of the small puppy curled up on the pavement, as abandoned and mistreated as any of them who aren’t just perfect. When he finally located the pup, a black and white Jack Russel with green eyes, he can tell why it was crying so loudly in his head. Physically only tiny whimpers were escaping its jaws, and very minimal was made due to the growth occurring on the side of it’s jaw. 

He scoops up the animal, closing his eyes briefly to focus on communicating with the small dog, whispering little praises from one mind to another, trying to soothe it. He sighs, mutations in animals were far less successful than in humans, causing almost a tumor in the defenseless animal in his arms. He looks around, trying to focus on how he could get help. 

Though she isn’t much good with men, she’s sure she can help the puppy. Hurriedly, she wishes her friend goodbye, then strides over.

"I think so," she strokes the animal's head as she thinks, trying to soothe the small creature. "He looks like he needs surgery, and I want to get him on the table as soon as possible. Come with me, I was just leaving my office for lunch."

With that, she turns and beckons the young man to follow. Around the corner and up the street they go. A few blocks and a large building comes into view marked with large, block letters reading 'animal hospital'.

Spencer can hear pain from a mile way, it very literally screams inside his head. So he can hear the pain of the small puppy curled up on the pavement, as abandoned and mistreated as any of them who aren’t just perfect. When he finally located the pup, a black and white Jack Russel with green eyes, he can tell why it was crying so loudly in his head. Physically only tiny whimpers were escaping its jaws, and very minimal was made due to the growth occurring on the side of it’s jaw. 

He scoops up the animal, closing his eyes briefly to focus on communicating with the small dog, whispering little praises from one mind to another, trying to soothe it. He sighs, mutations in animals were far less successful than in humans, causing almost a tumor in the defenseless animal in his arms. He looks around, trying to focus on how he could get help. 

Though she isn't much good with men, she's sure she can help the puppy. Hurriedly, she wishes her friend goodbye, then strides over.

Ermagerd! Guys! What?! I honestly never thought I’d get to the point where people consistently read my stuff and even dropped by in an ask to just talk with me. You are all so amazing! I’ve always wondered what I would do if I reached this milestone and I’ve given it some thought. Being that it is not too far  till Christmas, I wanted to combine the two and do something special.

I know that a few years ago I wouldn’t have bought myself something like a bag or a collectible or a book because I couldn’t make ends meet. But those things are the things that make me happy and keep me going, so I would like to do that for one of my lovelies.

From now until the end of November, anyone who likes or reblogs this will be entered into a giveaway by me. Three people will be picked as winners.

1st Prize: You get to spend $75 (excluding shipping, with shipping cannot exceed $100) on whatever you want (through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Etsy, Redbubble, etc.) and I will pay for it! Sometimes it’s the little things that keep us going :)

2nd and 3rd Prize: A scarf! Handmade by yours truly.

RULES:

- Have to be following me.

- Reblogs and Likes count.

- The three winners will have to be comfortable giving me their addresses. I know it can be a little weird, but it is the only way I’ll be able to send anyone anything. So, if you aren’t comfortable with that (and I can totally understand if you’re not) I won’t be able to pick your name.

Other than that…GOOD LUCK!

You are all amazing! Mwah <3

 “I can do biochem too if you need help. Its not my best subject but its certainly not my worst.” He said, flashing her another shy smile. He nearly jumped when she exclaimed about his PhDs, giving a nervous laugh and a nod “Um, yeah… Im 21. Finally old enough to drink” He joked weakly. He never was one for drinking. His mind was messy enough as it is, that kind of impairment wouldnt help him at all. 

He went back to his own reading while she made herself comfortable, looking up confused when she interrupted him again. He nodded slowly, looking over at her “Yeah. Um… 20,000 words per minute” He said with a small smile, tapping his temple with a pen “Eidetic memory really helps with that” He nodded, giving her a slight smile.

“I’m studying German! It was probably stupid of me to try to add a fourth language my junior year of college, but it just looked so appealing that I couldn’t help myself!” A bright giggle bubbled from her mouth. “What else do you speak?”

Though she hadn’t previously known it was possible, her eyes widened even further.

“20,000 words?” She blinked, think eyelashes fluttering over puffy, sleep deprived eyes. “Wow… that’s…amazing. You must always have time to get enough sleep… I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous in my life!”

She giggled again, a nervous, childlike sound, and fixed her eyes on his, thumb now tracing the words on the cover in her hands. Shifting again, the curious girl crossed her legs and turned to fully face the genius. 

“Comp. lit,” she said with a shrug, “but I’m minoring in bio and trying to get into vet school.”

She bit her lip at the thought, her shoulders slumping and jaw tightening. Vet school was the reason Celeste couldn’t sleep. Or socialize. Or even eat three square meals some day. With a shake of her curly head and a deep yawn, she brightened a little.

She watched his hands as he closed the book, then let her gaze travel back to his face. He was handsome, she decided, if a little unkempt, and it only added to her desire to wrap him in a blanket and feed him scones. 

“What do you mean you don’t sleep!?” the woman’s voice rose slightly, genuine concern playing over her features. “I know I’m like, the worst example... I really can’t even talk but...” she trailed off, not angry, simply consumed by her maternal instincts. “Anyway, I’m obsessing over your sleeping habits, and I don’t even know your name... I’m Celeste.”

Aware she was being weird (and that she had likely gone mad from lack of sleep), Celeste looked away for a moment to collect herself before responding to his kind offer.

“I’m actually okay with biology, do you happen to know anything about biochem? It’s kicking my ass, I’m terrible at math and equations, and also focusing, so there’s that.”

“Two PhDs?! How old are you?” Her eyes widened, “Sorry, that was rude. But math? That’s amazing. Math terrifies me a little. So does engineering, mechanical or otherwise, so honestly, good on you for tackling that. If some of your interests could rub off on me, that would be great.”

She tilted her head, smiling as her rambling trailed off. He was clearly nervous, maybe a little.. embarrassed by his success? Whatever it was, Celeste found it endearing  and her smile widened. 

He went back to his own reading while she made herself comfortable, looking up confused when she interrupted him again. He nodded slowly, looking over at her “Yeah. Um… 20,000 words per minute” He said with a small smile, tapping his temple with a pen “Eidetic memory really helps with that” He nodded, giving her a slight smile.

“I’m studying German! It was probably stupid of me to try to add a fourth language my junior year of college, but it just looked so appealing that I couldn’t help myself!” A bright giggle bubbled from her mouth. “What else do you speak?”

Though she hadn’t previously known it was possible, her eyes widened even further.

“20,000 words?” She blinked, think eyelashes fluttering over puffy, sleep deprived eyes. “Wow... that’s...amazing. You must always have time to get enough sleep... I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous in my life!”

She giggled again, a nervous, childlike sound, and fixed her eyes on his, thumb now tracing the words on the cover in her hands. Shifting again, the curious girl crossed her legs and turned to fully face the genius. 

“Comp. lit,” she said with a shrug, “but I’m minoring in bio and trying to get into vet school.”

She bit her lip at the thought, her shoulders slumping and jaw tightening. Vet school was the reason Celeste couldn’t sleep. Or socialize. Or even eat three square meals some day. With a shake of her curly head and a deep yawn, she brightened a little.

The book now in her lap, she leaned her head back and let out a tired sigh. A moment passed, and she lifted her head, pressing her palms against her sagging eyelids, before turning, almost unwillingly, to her work. Three pages in and her focus was shattered by an unruly group of freshmen boys discussing last night’s conquests. Her gaze snapped upward, following the group darkly, when a sudden movement caught her attention.

The seat stealer had switched books and was now working on what appeared to be a problem set of some sort. Celeste squinted, trying to make out the assignment, but gave up and settled behind her own book, trying to observe without being seen. The thief was a young man, about her age and clearly engrossed in his work. Thin and brunette with less than perfect posture, he was nonetheless far more appealing than Celeste had originally thought, and she found her general annoyance melting away. Maybe she should talk to him…

Biting her lip, the curvaceous woman considered the thought, before deciding against it. He seemed focused, and she was busy. Pulling her father’s cashmere sweater around her middle, she turned back to work. It was less than five minutes before she was distracted again. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just walk over there and say hi… How bad could it be? No. Absolutely not. There wasn’t time; she had a paper and a lab report due the next day, not to mention practice, team dinner, and a two hour work study shift. Flirting could wait. With great trepidation and resistance, brown eyes and plump freckled cheeks were once again buried in the dreaded biology book.

The annoyance she had once felt towards the seat-stealer had faded into a gentle amusement and innocent fascination, not to mention a personal, playful competition. His reading habits were certainly…acrobatic, and she couldn’t help but noticed that he only ever seemed to skim instead of read. The first time their eyes met, she had looked away, a blush bright enough to match her cherry lipstick creeping up her cheeks. After that, when he no longer seemed quite as intimidating, she would smile back before dropping her eyes to her reading once more. 

Finally, three weeks into the semester, Celeste’s biochem class was canceled. Overjoyed with the extra two hours of free time (but mostly at the prospect of regaining her rightful spot on the couch), she hurried to the library, and breathed a deep sigh of relief, at the expanse of empty sofa. What a beautiful sight. She all but flopped onto the cushions, and taking a moment to revel in her victory, rummaged through her bag, this time pulling out Baudelaire’s “Les Fleurs du Mal.” She was so immersed in her reading and annotating, that it took her a good thirty seconds to notice the tall stranger had come in search of his spot. 

“You speak French?” The question was more excited than curious, a giddy statement, really. “I love Baudelaire’s style, but his misogyny is less than ideal.” Her face puckered a little in thought, lips pursing and eyebrows drawing downwards. “I read it for fun a while ago, but I need to analyze it for my seminar.”

Marking the page with a scrap of ribbon, she slipped off her shoes and tucked her sock clad feet up against the armrest, util she was half reclining. 

“Do you really read that fast?” she questioned after a moment spent watching him. “Because that’s really impressive.”

The book now in her lap, she leaned her head back and let out a tired sigh. A moment passed, and she lifted her head, pressing her palms against her sagging eyelids, before turning, almost unwillingly, to her work. Three pages in and her focus was shattered by an unruly group of freshmen boys discussing last night’s conquests. Her gaze snapped upward, following the group darkly, when a sudden movement caught her attention.

The seat stealer had switched books and was now working on what appeared to be a problem set of some sort. Celeste squinted, trying to make out the assignment, but gave up and settled behind her own book, trying to observe without being seen. The thief was a young man, about her age and clearly engrossed in his work. Thin and brunette with less than perfect posture, he was nonetheless far more appealing than Celeste had originally thought, and she found her general annoyance melting away. Maybe she should talk to him…

Biting her lip, the curvaceous woman considered the thought, before deciding against it. He seemed focused, and she was busy. Pulling her father’s cashmere sweater around her middle, she turned back to work. It was less than five minutes before she was distracted again. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just walk over there and say hi… How bad could it be? No. Absolutely not. There wasn’t time; she had a paper and a lab report due the next day, not to mention practice, team dinner, and a two hour work study shift. Flirting could wait. With great trepidation and resistance, brown eyes and plump freckled cheeks were once again buried in the dreaded biology book.

The annoyance she had once felt towards the seat-stealer had faded into a gentle amusement and innocent fascination, not to mention a personal, playful competition. His reading habits were certainly...acrobatic, and she couldn’t help but noticed that he only ever seemed to skim instead of read. The first time their eyes met, she had looked away, a blush bright enough to match her cherry lipstick creeping up her cheeks. After that, when he no longer seemed quite as intimidating, she would smile back before dropping her eyes to her reading once more. 

Finally, three weeks into the semester, Celeste’s biochem class was canceled. Overjoyed with the extra two hours of free time (but mostly at the prospect of regaining her rightful spot on the couch), she hurried to the library, and breathed a deep sigh of relief, at the expanse of empty sofa. What a beautiful sight. She all but flopped onto the cushions, and taking a moment to revel in her victory, rummaged through her bag, this time pulling out Baudelaire’s “Les Fleurs du Mal.” She was so immersed in her reading and annotating, that it took her a good thirty seconds to notice the tall stranger had come in search of his spot. 

“Hey!” She called after him, giggling and giddy, “some of us have short legs!”

"I honestly wasn't concerned. I don't always like touching people either, you do you, Spencer."

She squeezed his waist slightly.

“Hey!” She called after him, giggling and giddy, “some of us have short legs!”

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

"Hey!" She called after him, giggling and giddy, "some of us have short legs!"

“I take my coffee with an unsafe amount of sugar in it. Im sure its going to be my demise some day.” He smiles down at her, pausing their walk after a moment

"I think it's peaceful, like being swaddled in a thick blanket. Then again, I've always been a night owl."

She laughed again, harder this time, her head thrown onto his shoulder.

"There's absolutely no way you take more sugar in your coffee than I do. It's obscene, I'm definitely addicted."

Her eyes widened as she came to a halt beside him. Her fingers danced slightly in his, her nerves appearing for a second as her breathing shallowed.