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starillusion13 · 2 months

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FRIENDS!? Chapter 9

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Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere, SMUT

Warning: mention of memories, consultation with doctor, gaining back memories (nothing much just go with the flow)

W.C: 4.2k

For my beloved: @oreharuuu

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

"Why were you there?" The tall man asked you from the doorway but what about you? You are still dazed by his form standing in front of you.

San stepped towards him with a confused look, "Yunho, you are here at this time? and where was she?"

He was still looking at you, waiting for your answer to his question but your heart was beating fast and many thoughts storming inside your head. Hongjoong stood beside you and when he raised his hands to hold yours, you stepped forward.

To everyone's surprise, you ran towards the man across from you and before he could say anything, you hugged him tightly. His wide eyes stared back at rest and then returned back at you.

"Y/n..." he returned the embrace and rubbed your back, "what happened?"

San's lip curled up into a small smile and Seonghwa stood up and leaned against the sofa with a smile and folded hands. Hongjoong shook his head and happily sighed but Yeosang was too happy to break the silence.

"We should cheer this moment. We got our friend back, maybe we found our girl back."

Hongjoong clipped the papers while arranging them in order, " Y/n is always our girl."

"Wait! What is going on?" Yunho could feel his shirt getting damped with your tears. Your ears were deaf to your surroundings. The only thing you were concentrating was on his heartbeat and his warmth.

"Yunho..." hearing your voice, he brushed your hairs from your face and cupped your cheek to see your tear strained face but you were smiling, "can we please talk alone?"

Seonghwa chuckled and took off his coat, "Yunho take her to somewhere else from here. She needs you right now and I hope everything will be fine."

Yunho didn't ask for anything but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the cabin.

As soon the door shut, the four males inside the cabin sighed and glanced at each other. No one spoke a word but the tension between them described that the thought inside their minds were same and they were aware of it.

Seonghwa passed a paper towards Yeosang and he gave a confused look in return to which the older one rolled his eyes and signaled him to read it.

"Now someone please speak a word or this seems so uncomfortable to watch."

Hongjoong looked up from the things he was arranging on the desk and smirked, "you already did."

"Joong" Seonghwa glared but quickly smiled, "she remembered us. she is happy with us."

The told man nodded his head but heavily sighed, "she is only happy until she remembers those days. she will hate us."

"I don't think she will hate us for that because we had our own reasons." San said and leaned back while staring at him.

"the reasons are selfish. we were selfish and cruel. all because of her." Hongjoong stated before sitting on the chair and rubbing his forehead. Seonghwa glanced at him and sat on the cushioned handle of the sofa. Yeosang placed the paper back on the table after hearing his brothers' statements.

"nothing is selfish. she was always ours. she was meant to be ours." Yeosang's words were clear and he was clenching his fist while staring at the man behind the desk. San poked his cheek before shaking his head and steeped towards him. "don't come near me to calm me. I'm not losing her again. I will burn him alive if he ever does anything to take her away from me."

"Yeosang." San called out his name in a deep voice. it was a warning but the furious one was yet to notice it. a hand was placed on his shoulder and he shrugged it off and glared. "please, calm down. we can't lose our mind now. we are walking on edges. today she is becoming our friend again but tomorrow maybe she is remembering those things. then?"

"then I'm going to repeat it again to keep her with me. with us." Yeosang was glaring at him when the opposite man sighed.

"who knows if she remember those things but just pretending not to know them." Seonghwa asked them and raised a brow. Hongjoong shook his head, glancing towards the two men across the room, then he looked towards the oldest one.

"what?"

"she doesn't know it yet."

"how are you so sure, Joong?"

"If she remembered then she would have been distanced from us. but she confessed the truth to us and she wanted to be alone with Yunho. you know very well who are the ones who she will be scared of. or should I say harmed her."

Yeosang shouted and shook his furiously, hot tears streaming down his eyes, "NO! we didn't harm her. we did nothing. we just wanted to keep her to where she actually belongs to."

"Yeosang, dont forget but you are one of those from whom she will try to run away after remembering what we did." the younger one hearing his name, clenched his teeth to the words and turned to other side. San patted his back, recalling the things they did wrong. he knew they all regretted for it but no matter what they can't change it now.

the past is how the damage is done but they can change the present. they have changed themselves---nevermind they are trying to change themselves but one thought is still echoing inside their mind.

why did you forget them? did you want to forget it then why are you suddenly getting close to them? where were you all these years? what happened to you for your sudden disappearance?

Moreover, if you didn't want to forget them. then who manipulated your memories?

"But Joong..."

"Hm?"

"no matter what...her mom gave her to us. She is ours." Seonghwa pressed the last word and the other two men's ears perked up to his statement.

Hongjoong nodded, "To protect and love."

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The rooftop really has a wonderful view and the wind blowing is giving you the essence of freedom. But, really---remembering the memories and getting familiar with the past is some sort of euphoric feeling. feeling like you have born all over again and you have all the dots connected to your past. there are still a lot to remember and your doctor has told you to take it slow to remember them or you might stress yourself.

even if you are feeling safe and happy with them then why are you still sensing a fear surrounding with some of them.

Yunho is standing beside you, watching the view in front of both of you. neither of you spoke any word but you could feel him glancing at you now and then.

"I wanted to meet him." you broke the silence between you two.

his brow creased with your sudden speech but soon he remembered what he asked you downstairs. he nods to himself, "I don't like him."

"you don't like anyone who talks to me."

"of course. because you are mine." he clasped his hand before him. he didnt notice that a little smile was plastered on your face. you smiled to his sulky look. you shifted in your place and before he could notice where you were going, he felt arms wrapped around his torso. his big palms gripped your arms lightly and smiled when he felt your head resting to his back. "Y/n..."

"Yunho, you should have told me." your words were spoken so softly and melodious to his ears. so, whatever he heard in the cabin was might be something nice. he couldn't manage to hear everything but now he can set the pieces together. you can remember them. the memories are coming back to you. he is getting you back like before but...also you will remember their other side.

you will remember that version of him.

he holds your wrist and brings you to his front. you are now trapped between the fancy bricked railings of the roof and his big frame. he is smiling softly down at you and you return him a smile. your heart still beating with him being so close to you but still you managed to overcome the fear you had with him and embraced him again. he combed your hairs with his fingers and planted a kiss on top of your head.

you break the hug to look up at him and he nodded when he watched your eyes that you wanted to say something.

"what should I have told you?"

he knew the answer but still he wanted to hear it from you. he wanted to hear your voice, how you called his name earlier.

"that..."

"that? come on y/n...tell me. I'm waiting."

"that...we were a couple. you and me-"

before you could complete the sentence, he kissed you on the lips. he smiled softly into the kiss because all these years he waited for this moment, he wanted to have you so close and hide you from this world, keeping you to himself forever.

You clutched his shirt tightly and kissed him back. You didn't care for the world around you, as the only person who was there for you was him. The kiss was not enough for both of you and the intensity was driving you crazy.

'If some actions from your past repeats again, it's more likely to regain your memories soon.' The doctor said and glanced at the clock.

Fiddling your fingers, you asked nervously, "how long will it take me to remember everything?"

She nodded and hummed before smiling, "you said you started getting the dreams since you moved to this new place. Am I right?"

You nodded.

"Then the part of the memories you have forgotten is strongly connected with them. As you are surrounded by them so it's likely that your brain is collecting memories. Their actions and words are triggering the process. Don't worry about it, just remember that for now you are getting all the happy moments but if something triggers your worst fears then you need to calm down or be with someone with whom you feel safe." She had a concern on her face visible in the end of her statement.

Someone with whom you feel safe...

"Okay but if that person is not around then?"

She smiled, "then listen to your heart."

"We are still a couple. and I got to kiss you again" Yunho's voice made you realize the current situation and you came out from your thoughts.

A feeling of embarrassment rose when you felt the close proximity between you two and him holding you dearly in his arms. You shyly looked around but he held your chin and made your eyes on him.

"Don't look away and run away...again."

"Why do you all say that I ran away? What happened to me? What happened between us?"

He bit his lower lip and caressed your cheek, "it's better to forget about it. I really don't want you to remember that."

"But I want to know. Yunho, standing on the rooftop is making me feel like as if I'm living those schooldays again. with you sneaking out of the classes and spending time on rooftop and we shared so many secrets, we had so many promises. I'm sorry I forgot it but trust me, I can again remember them and will promise you everything. but for that I should know the things, I still cant remember. "

"It's better to leave for later......or never. you dont have to remember everything, we can make new mwmories to replace them. good ones which you wont be ever forgetting and we will be happy. I still love you like before, y/n. maybe....lot more."

you both had a warm smiles on your face, a forgiving aura towards each other. you both promising to never end this moment ever.

"I'm sorry but keeping her to yourself is making me jealous." The third voice made you flinch in his hold and he laughed at your reaction to which you hit his chest lightly before turning around.

"Mingi...who told you I am here?"

"I just knew that he will bring you here like the first day you two met at school."

You gasped, "wait wait. I literally forgot the fact that we were in the same school. And yeah, so basically when we met first time he threatened the boy sitting beside me not to be around me or he'll be dead."

Yunho smirked, " he was a shithead."

"You just recently remembered it though but still bickering like those times." Mingi joked.

Yunho chuckled, "don't say it like this."

"Can you both tell me? How was I? Like have I changed from before? Do I look ugly? Am I fat now? Or it's just the opposite?"

Mingi frowned, "are you serious?"

"Very much." You grinned and the men laughed at your cute expression.

These all felt so surprising and warming. You thanked yourself for gaining the confidence to finally tell them all about the memories that you gained back. Earlier, well for last few days you were fighting back the urge to tell them about it but eventually you thought about the consequences and the answers that you wanted so you told them about it.

You haven't seen Wooyoung for so long. He has been busy with paper works too much and you mentally pout that when would be the time to tell him everything.

Even though you are remembering everything, still some parts are blur as if you wanted to forget them. And why do you remember your childhood days so faintly?

You felt as if your whole life is within a reel which is played by someone but not in a sequence . As if Someone is playing with every emotion, every feeling and every moment of your life.

"What are you thinking about?" Yunho's voice broke your trance and you blinked at him. He patted your head before scooping you up in his arms.

"What are you doing? Yah! Put me down."

"Uh ah...no...you look so cute like this. Let's go to the cafeteria. We will talk there. I don't think we should stay longer as it's getting dark."

"Yeah! Let's go Yunho and my little girl y/n." Mingi smiled and flicked your nose.

You rolled your eyes, "it's just you two are giants that's why I'm okay with you calling me little but I'm actually very tall."

He laughed, "if that's what keeps you stand tall."

Yunho followed his laugh while trailing behind him with you in his arms.

. . .

"Yeosang..."

The named man looked back towards the voice from the doorway of the room. He smiled when he saw the figure standing in front of him in a knee length dress.

"Thank you for the dress. Umm...is it looking okay on me? Is it how you expected it to be?"

"Yeah of course." He stood up and walked towards you. You nervously bit your lower lip and wait for his approval. His every step matching your heartbeat and your breath hitched when he cupped your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your head.

Oh! Not lips. Come on girl. Are you disappointed? Of course not. What were you thinking?

"You look prettier than I thought."

Corner of your lips curled up, you hugged him with a soft smile. He happily returned you the warm embrace.

"But where are we going?"

You asked him while approaching the black car which was already waiting for you at the main gate of your complex apartment. The car was familiar and your eyes lit up when you saw a familiar figure leaning against it, busy in his phone.

"To-" You left Yeosang's hand and ran towards the boy against the car and shouting out his name, earning chuckles from both the males.

"Wooyoung!"

He looked up from his phone and as soon as he saw you approaching, he fished his phone inside the pocket and extended his both hands to welcome you into his embrace and you were quick on your heels to feel him against you.

You didn't care how the other boy behind you was lightly scolding you and shaking his head when you were about to fall after tripping over a stone.

"Aw cupcake missed me? Well I'm here now no need to think about me anymore."

You snuggled into him, inhaling his cologne. A warmth of protection and love surrounded you. He patted your head before breaking the hug and looked down to you.

Yeosang opened the door so that you both could enter inside and spoke up, "well doll we are going to our house."

As you stepped inside the car, everyone complimented you that how pretty you were looking in the dress. Even Mingi said that you seemed as if you are an angel directly descended from the heaven.

Maybe you are. huh!

"Really?" You sat between Jongho and Wooyoung and leaned back, "so finally you all have decided to take me there...woah today is really a lucky day for me."

"How lucky?" Seonghwa asked from behind you.

You craned your neck and dramatically raised a brow, "first I got a pretty Dress from Yeo and now you all are taking me to your house."

Seonghwa shook his head, "our. Our house."

"Come on Jongho. Let me see where are you taking me to. Are you planning to kidnap me? In your office?"

You could hear others chuckled at your comment but still the youngest one kept his palms over your eyes and shook his head as if you could see. you heard a faint music playing, indicating you were in the elevator and you smirked, "I'm in elevator so we are going to the rooftop. Right?"

"wrong." Seonghwa was quick to reply you and you huffed.

Tapping your feet against the fancy floor, you waited for them to take you wherever they were supposed to go. you didn't even know who all were there with you in the elevator because there was only Jongho and Seonghwa who suddenly knocked at your room's door earlier and told to come along with them but soon in the way towards the hallway, Jongho closed your eyes and whispered 'surprise'.

The sound of the 'ding' made you flinch but quickly got excited. Are we up or down somewhere?

"Welcome to our floor, y/n." Seonghwa cheered and clapped his hand. you rubbed your eyes before looking at him and then to your surrounding. then when you found yourself surrounded by all eight of them in the formal attires of the businessman.

Hongjoong was standing just a few feet away in front of you with a cake and a bright smile on his face with Wooyoung with a party popper and beside then Yunho with a big flower bouquet in his hold with Mingi standing beside him, rolling his eyes at Wooyoung who was busy making annoyed face at his phone and scrunching up his nose often.

Mingi again rolled his eyes before taking away his phone, "leave it Woo. that's enough of you finding a perfect song for the perfect time. our girl is standing in front of us so need to do anything anymore."

"I swear I saved it last night but now it's deleted." Wooyoung glared at Mingi before turning back at you and gave you a bright smile, similar to rest of them. you turned towards the other four who were with you inside the lift. you were surprised that they didn't make a single sound when they were with you.

They had chocolates in Seonghwa's hand, San with a gift box and a small tiara in Yeosang's hand. that's why Jongho closed your eyes not to ruin the surprise. you smiled towards them and excitedly looked around. you have never been to this floor and now you know this is their personal floor where no one is allowed except some workers who they request for. the floor is totally silent and different from all other floors you have already been to.

the workers and the staff members in the office are only allowed till the fifth floor and rest floors are their personal ones with their main cabins and this floor is the most restricted one but now you are allowed here made you both nervous and excited.

Hongjoong stepped forward so that before you could blow out the candle and everyone around you laughed when Yeosang pulled you back and made you turn towards him to place the tiara on your head and gave you a small smile. then, he urged you to blow the candle and everyone cheered.

"thank you so much...but why such a dramatic welcome." you chuckled and received the gift when San offered you. surprisingly, you didn't feel scared of him anymore but you smiled at him like a close friend and he just nodded his head and hesitatingly smiled a little. Mingi handed you the knife and you quickly cut the cake to have a taste of it because it looked so delicious and you were craving for it.

their eyes followed when you took a bite of the piece in your hand and moaned in the wonderful taste, "omg! this is so tasty. thank you so much."

"we want to taste it too." Wooyoung whined at you. who would believe that he is one of the CEOs. you chuckled, "there is a whole cake in front of you. take a bite."

"No! you give me a bite." he smirked.

"Seriously?"

"yes!" he stated proudly and Yunho clapped his hand and nodded, "Yes. Give us all a bite."

"you all are unbelievable." you shook your head before taking the cake from Hongjoong's hand and placing it on a table near a door. the floor was lit with fancy ceiling lights and just the opposite side of the lift is the passageway with four door lining in the way before a grand hall appearing in your view, leading to the exposure of the whole floor. the lights were of hue of yellow warmth.

cutting it into eight pieces, you offered the cake to each one of them but to your dismay, they all asked you to feed them. you in disbelief shook your head but soon with their desperation, you fed them. you were so shy and nervous but their smiles calmed you down until the time when it was the last person.

San stared at you. his eyes speaking a thousand words but you just need to see them, not hear them. speaking of past, you were never close to him. he kept his distance with you. he was always a person to keep a watch from afar but you didn't know why he was so hesitant. that day in Yeosang's cabin, he was so close to you, joking with you, making you nervous and not leaving your sight then why again he is back to this old self. keeping aside the thought.

you brought the piece to his mouth and he held your wrist. before you could say anything, he kissed your fingers before eating the cake. your breath hitched with his sudden action, leaving you standing there in shock.

he stared at your expression and smirked before placing the last bite into your parted lips, "welcome into our life again, y/n."

Again...isn't that supposed to be good?

then why are you literally freaking out?

you cupped your cheeks and turned around to face others and smiled, "so tell me. why you all bought me to your floor?"

Hongjoong hugged you from the side and kept his arm around you in a secure position, "you are finally back to this family. we want to show your new place."

"what do you mean?" you raised your brow.

"you are now going to say here. with us in this floor." Seonghwa said and folded his hand.

"wow! you all really have a big house and even so nicely decorated." you complimented and turned around to face them.

Hongjoong sat on the sofa, "so do you like your new home?"

"new home?" your confused face made Seonghwa and the one sitting laugh and few others chuckled. "don't laugh. say it clearly."

"you don't have to stay alone anymore. you are going to stay with us."

[THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE THE SCENE FROM NACIFIC OFFICE PHOTOSHOOT😉]

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rosepascal · 11 months

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best medicine || Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x Reader

summary: You hurt your hand and Joel makes you feel all better.

warnings: reader cuts their finger with a knife. Very minor injury, small mention of blood.

a/n: This soft!joel drabble is brought to you by me being stupid and cutting my thumb on a can at work. Now I just wish I could have a dilf named Joel Miller kiss it better

So maybe you should have been paying more attention while you were making dinner but in your defense Joel had turned on the radio and with the music playing you just lost your focus.

Besides, the song that was playing is the one that played over the bar stereos when you met.

A quick slip of your hand and the knife that you were holding slices your finger. dropping the knife you bite your lip as you grip your finger. It's a small cut but it's bleeding. It stings too.

You know it's nothing a band aid can't fix but you still call for the man who you know could make it feel better.

“Joel!” Your panicked voice has him running to the kitchen. He nearly trips over himself as he runs down the stairs.

“What’s wrong?!” He asks as he looks around the kitchen for signs of danger. You look at him with sad eyes, your lips turned into a frown as you hold out your finger.

“I cut my finger.” Your lips form a pout as you bring your finger to your lips.

Joel sighs in relief, by the tone of your voice he thought something terrible had happened. He gently takes your hand and looks over the cut. Not deep but looks like it wasn’t fun to get. He can’t help but smile at the way you cling onto him for comfort, wanting your handsome boyfriend to make it better.

“You poor thing.” His voice is light as he puts on a fake frown.

“Think we might have to cut it off.” He says dramatically as he puts your finger under the facet. Turning on the cool water to clean it.

“Haha.” You huff, wincing slightly as the cut begins to sting.

Joel frowns for real as you lean closer to him. Seeing you in pain, no matter how small, makes him upset.

"Don't worry buttercup, I'll patch you up real good." He says sweetly, kissing your hand with his slightly chapped lips. He wraps a small towel around your finger and guides you to the couch.

"Now, tell me how bad it hurts," He says playfully as he wanders to the bathroom for the first aid kit.

"Hurts real bad baby."

"Well lucky for you I know just how to help." He smirks and kneels down in front of you.

Taking a pack of bright pink Barbie band-aids from the kit. His hands are rough from the hours of contracting work he goes through every day but he holds your hands with as much care as he can. He moves the towel away and carefully wipes away any blood left. Peeling open a band aid he wraps it around your finger, kissing it once it's secure.

"Kisses are the best medicine, doctor says so." He says before pressing another kiss to your finger.

As he puts away the first aid kit you sink into his soft leather couch, not really wanting to get up anymore. Holding up your hand you admire the hot pink band aid.

"Stylish," You smile knowing that the big tough Joel Miller uses Barbie themed band aids.

"Sarah's favorite, had to use one when I nicked my face the other day." He grimaces at the memory.

He could have sworn he bought regular band aids in the last...year or so but when he went through the bathroom shelf all he could find were the Barbie ones. Sarah had found it hilarious as he came to breakfast with a deadpanned look and a pink band aid on his face.

A timer beeps in the kitchen and Joel goes to turn it off. You completely forgot that you were in the process of making dinner.

"Now, with an injury this bad I think we should order pizza so you don't strain your finger. Doctors orders." He falls onto the couch next to you, groaning as he gets comfortable. His arms pulling you into his chest. Any excuse to keep you close and eat some greasy food.

"Well if you insist..." You trail off as you cuddle into his side.

The faint stinging of the cut is momentarily forgotten as you get lost in Joel's touch. His hands sliding down your arms in a soothing manner as he turns on the TV to some sports channel.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks as he picks up your hand. It doesn't really hurt anymore but you nod your head anyways. Putting on your best puppy dog face you turn and bring your hand to his lips.

"But you did say that kisses are the best remedy..." Joel smirks and feigns hesitation as he grabs your hand.

"Only if it helps." He presses kiss after kiss along your fingers to your palm and up to your wrist. You shudder as his beard scratches your wrist.

"That help buttercup?" You think for a moment before pointing to your lips.

"Think this hurts too." Grabbing your chin he tilts your head before kissing you softly. You groan as you rest your hand on his chest, bunching his shirt in your hand as he deepens the kiss.

"Better?" He asks, his heart beating a little faster than before. Smiling you gently trace the edge of his beard, scrunching your nose at the prickly feeling.

"Think I need one more, just to be safe."

Who's Joel to deny you another kiss? Or another, or as many as you ask him for. It is doctors orders after all.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #pre outbreak!joel

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bloodsuckingfiends · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 3: Gloves

Pairing: Aether X Rain

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, anal, medical setting including stirrups because I want desperate and vulnerable Rain, gloves, milking, cum, Rain's in heat, he's whiny and desperate because of course he is

A/N: Oh boy, I had a long ass weekend. Friday the 13th was my birthday, which I spent at a horror convention, and I'm fucking draineddddddd. But now I'm home, and tomorrow shall be a rest and recuperate day in which I will try to crank out some more of these prompts, because guess who's coming down with a cold? It's me. I'm the one getting sick, and my already fucked up body can't handle this shit.

As much as Rain missed having Aether play on stage alongside him, he’d be lying if he said that Aether’s new job didn’t have perks. Aether now worked in the Ministry infirmary in his retirement, not as a doctor or a nurse. No, Aether worked as a heat aid, and with an uneven amount of ghouls in the den, Rain was in need of his… aid.

So here Rain was, sitting in the waiting room, impatiently tapping his toes, and picking his cuticles to distract himself from the aching throb he felt in his painfully hard cock. When Aether finally opened the door to his exam room, and called Rain’s name, Rain felt his hole grow wet with slick in anticipation of what was to come, before he got up to follow.

Aether handed Rain a gown, “Just protocol”, he had told the water ghoul the first time he had to make a heat aid appointment. Rain’s face and chest flush as Aether turns around and busies himself with paperwork, while he undresses.

“Go ahead and lay down for me, and whenever you’re ready, go ahead and put your feet in the stirrups.” Aether spoke as he sat on a stool at the end of the exam table, pulling light blue latex gloves over his big hands. A shiver ran up Rain’s spine and heat bloomed in the pit of his stomach at the sight. Aether’s big thick hands straining against the smooth rubber. There was no doubt in Rain’s mind that the big ghoul had to order one of the largest sizes of gloves to fit him, and the thought made his breath hitch as he did what he was told and lay back into position. His eyes focus on the white ceiling above him, counting the tiles; an easy distraction.

“You know the drill by now, hm Rainy?” Aether says, squirting a liberal amount of lube into his gloved hand. Rain nearly whines at the affectionate nickname, but nods instead and then hums an affirmative, almost too soft to hear over the click sound of the lube bottle closing.

“Okay, I’m gonna touch your thigh now.” It’s what Aether does every time. A simple, courteous gesture so Rain doesn’t jump at the first contact that’s hidden behind the flimsy gown.

Aether’s gloved hand is cold against Rain’s warm skin. His touch is feather light, barely there, as he slowly moves upwards. So, so close to where Rain needs him most. It feels as though Aether is dragging this out, feels like it’s hours rather than seconds before Rain finally releases a strangled cry at the sensation of slick latex against his tight balls and up the underside of his shaft.

“So pent up, so much pressure, huh?” Aether says almost off-handedly as his hand moves back down to cradle Rain’s balls, weighing them in his palm. Rain whines in response, his hips lifting a little bit.

“Stay still.” Aether’s other hand gently presses Rain’s hips back down.

The water ghoul chews on his lip, trying, and failing, to desperately stifle the whines and moans that threaten to spill from him. He couldn’t tell if it was his heat, or just the fact the sheer clinicalness of everything, was what was making him so, so needy. His cock twitches, causing Aether to hum low in his throat. Rain lets out a choked whimper when Aether finally takes his cock into his slick, gloved hand, and starts working over his length.

“That feel okay?” A lube slicked finger begins to circle his fluttering rim, before pressing into him, stretching his hole open. Rain’s thighs tense in response, his toes curling. It feels as though every nerve in his body is alight as Aether milks him internally and externally.

“Need you to cum for me Rainy, can you do that for me?” Aether says, tone even as he curls his fingers to pet at Rain’s prostate while the fingers on his other hand make soft circles around the tip of his cock.

“I’m gon- I’m gonna come, fu-” Rain’s reply is cut-off by a moan, his back arching, eyes scrunching shut as his dick spurts out rope after rope of hot cum.

“Good boy Rainy.” Aether murmurs, as he milks Rain to the last drop.

“Now, did you want to make an appointment for next month, just in case?” he removes the soiled latex from his hands before disposing them and washing up, glancing back at his quivering patient who blissfully nods as an affirmative.

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I’ve always said that God doesn’t give us more than we can handle. But after reading the following, you’ll see what I just realized. 💜💜

Cheyenne

"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts.... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon .. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article..."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me.

I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons: too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"

Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw...

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter... his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father... and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live while you are alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance.

And if you don't send this to anyone -- no one will know. But do share this with someone. Lost time can never be found.

God answers our prayers in His time... not ours...

God doesn't give us what we can handle, He helps us handle (stands with us, and gets us thru) what we are given. In other words, God's Grace keeps Pace with what we Face!!

-----2 Corinthians 12:9

Winston is my Cheyenne….

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oboetemasuka · 1 month

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Order of Attack, part 14

When you thought you were saving someone, but you were only doing them harm.

Amane visits Fuuta yet again, while Es interrogates Mikoto. If these events are concurrent, wouldn't it be more poetic?

Huge thanks to @lostxmelody and @laniemae for the pointers on the John section.

We're really almost done here... I've already got Kotoko's half-a-VD written out, just waiting for proofreading. Then one chapter left after that. (not counting side stories)

(cw cults, suicidal thoughts, self harm)

"Kajiyama Fuuta, how are-" Amane stopped in her tracks when she got a good look at Fuuta's face. His eyes were so dull, almost sunken in. Eyebags went down his face as far as they could. If she thought he couldn't have looked any more lifeless before, she was proven wrong now.

"Constant pain… as always. But fine… it'll be worth…" he groaned.

She had told him as much, so why did she feel so wrong? "Are you really okay with that?"

"Why not? …better than numbing… to obliv…" His words were so much more strained than before.

"You don't sound okay…"

"…fine… be over soon…" Over? He couldn't mean-

"Hold on, let me get-" Get who? Certainly not the doctor sleeping in the corner. What about Yuno or Mahiru, then?

"No need… can manage… my own…"

This wasn't right. But who was Amane to steal a trial?

"I'm sorry for being so worried, but it feels like things are going horribly, horribly wrong."

"All accord… …plan… …you said… " Fuuta mumbled.

Amane did say those things before, didn't she? So why did it feel so bad to have them echoed back at her?

"What about you, though? What do you want?"

"…like… …was said… stay course… perish…"

"Perish!?"

"Something wrong…?"

Yes, everything was wrong. What had she gotten him into? How was she supposed to respond to her own words?

"Amane… what do… want… for me… follow… …light…"

"I… I don't know what I want," she admitted. "But it isn't this!" Tears streamed from her eye. She made no effort to hide them. "Fuuta-san, I don't want you to die…"

Fuuta's eyes were closed. He was… definitely asleep. Did he hear what she said?

Amane glanced at Shidou. She didn't want to get him, but honestly, he was the only one who knew how to help. She could just claim she was about to leave; waking Shidou up was the responsible thing to do so as not to leave Fuuta alone. She wouldn't say anything about their conversation, just let Shidou figure out what was wrong and do his job. She would just turn a blind eye and pretend she didn't know what he would do.

She hoped Fuuta would be okay.

——

Mikoto tugged the chains and laughed nervously. "Dangerous? Me? Warden-kun, you make funny jokes."

Es was sure the look on their face was the opposite of joking. "I know you're not clueless… or am I wrong?"

"You're so mean," Mikoto responded with a chuckle. "Though… I think I know what you're referring to." He swept his hair to one side in contemplation. "It's about Koto-chan, isn't it?"

Es nodded.

"I honestly don't remember beyond what the others told me. I just woke up and saw Fuuta and Amane horribly injured, with Shidou-san looking over them. I was hurting too, but they obviously needed help more."

Only now did Es realize that the attacks impacted Mikoto as well. "So did you eventually get help?"

"Oh, I didn't. It seems everyone is afraid of me, so I don't want to bother them. It's so strange. They say my actions saved Amane's life… That's like calling me an unsung hero to my face. It hurts, you know?" Yet he still said that with a smile.

"That must feel bad, indeed," Es replied flatly.

"Warden-kun, you're so cold. Everyone is. They won't even let me visit after what happened with Fuuta, apparently. I don't even remember what happened!" There was a crack in his voice.

"What are you getting at?"

"It's so lonely here. I can't visit anyone, and nobody visits me." Mikoto rested his chin on his hand. "Haru-kun was the last person to visit, and that was so long ago."

Es felt bad for Mikoto, but that didn't change what a liability he was.

They also felt bad for how they were about to steer the conversation.

"You scared of me?" The newly named John growled.

"Why should I be? You did get folded by Kotoko."

"Psh, she just caught me off guard. This time, I got the jump on her."

"I don't know… based on what I heard, the fight was a draw."

"Which means I didn't lose."

"Tell me, what were you doing in Fuuta's cell in the first place?"

"What's it to you?"

"I want to get a sense of your motivations."

"Hah, my motivations? Isn't it obvious?"

"Answer the question."

"So I tell you a sob story, and you forgive 'me'?"

"Answer the question, John."

John huffed. "It was all to protect 'me'. When I heard the scream, I thought that 'I' would be next. I went to seek out the threat so it wouldn't get the jump on me."

"You went all the way from across the panopticon?"

John shrugged. "It's best to stop threats early."

"I see. You had excellent timing."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You saved Amane's life, you know."

"Good for her." John clearly couldn't care less. Of course it wasn't about Amane. It was about Mikoto.

"Then would you say you've done a good job protecting the one you meant to protect?"

"The hell are you asking me about?"

"Mikoto has been ostracized because of your actions."

"My actions? All I was doing was keeping 'me' safe. You're the ones who put 'me' in this hellhole!"

"I had no hand in bringing anyone to MILGRAM."

"But you didn't forgive 'me'. That was the tipping point."

"I can't say I had any reason to judge otherwise. The footage was really incriminating."

"That was my doing," John said immediately, eyes wide with desperation. "I got us into MILGRAM." And he was ready to plead with Es to get them out.

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Fool for Love, Edward Nashton baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!! brain is very foggy yk the biz!!!! but maybe sick-fic??? eddie comforting reader who is sick, exhausted, depressed whatever, gimme the comfort darling!!! aLSO we have discussed how much eddie would enjoy being with someone shorter yk!!! so pls!!! eddie!!! give my short ass some love!!! other than that go buckwild babey do whatever i jsut wann b held

Author's Note | storm. my absolute beloved. my short king. I love you terribly and I'm so so so excited to finally fulfill this request. your support and your love has impacted me in a way that I don't think I'll ever be able to explain or repay you for. genuinely adore you with all my heart and I am hoping and praying this insane dose of comfort hits the spot for you. 🥺

You'd insisted Edward go to work; maybe spend the next week at his own apartment this time. With the limited amount of sick days Edward has saved up in his arsenal, it would only end up being a disaster. He'd get sick and if he didn't take time off, he'd have to trudge himself miserably to work and struggle through the sniffles and coughing fits. It's something he could've easily avoided if he wasn't insistent on being right by your side through all of it.

He also insists that he knows how to take care of you better than any doctor could. And you bet that's not far from the truth. He didn't like talking about his past much. He lived in it often enough in his mind. You're the escape. His safehouse. But based on the little he's let you in on, you figure the harsh winters had turned him into a self-sufficient person. Someone who could stave off the bitter cold and the pervasive rot in order to survive.

But this doesn't simply feel like survival. This feels like living--thriving--as Edward puts himself at your disposal. A continued rotation of mugs of warm tea with honey comes through your door. He'd managed to make sense of your mess of a hallway closet and picked out every blanket you owned. The weight of his care is almost deafening.

Even when he's silent for hours at a time, he seems to sense exactly when you need help getting up to go to the bathroom or when your mug of tea is getting low or when you're too cold or too warm. The day is already half over and Edward has spent all of that time, waiting hand and foot on you.

"You don't have to do this," you chuckle hoarsely. "You should really go home before you get yourself sick."

"I have a strong immune system, bunny. No need to worry your little head." he replies absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the morning paper's crossword puzzle laid across his raised knee. His fingertips gingerly graze across your spine before the flat of his palm lays protectively on the small of your back. The gentle assertion over your being could knock the breath out of you and send you into yet another coughing fit.

Your strained throat struggles slightly to voice the internal spiral you're going down. "Why shouldn't I? You've wasted the day away sitting with me...and if I get you sick...you'll have to take more time off...and I know that you don't get paid time off. I just do-"

Edward's voice raises, "Wasted? You think I've wasted my day by taking care of you?"

Rephrased that way...it almost sounds like an insult. You find another way to begin profusely apologizing for the implication before he scoffs.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." From where you lay on your stomach, you can't see his expression. But you can picture his round cheeks flushing from the vulnerability; could picture him looking down through his glasses at his lap in order to regain some composure.

You feel him shift as he lays on his side and pulls you into the warm alcove in his arms. Instinctually, you melt into his grasp. In just those few seconds...nothing else seems to matter. He envelopes your figure quickly with his own lumbering height. His long arms seem to cradle your existence. And it quells an ache you didn't even know existed inside.

Head already fogging up from the feeling of his body wrapping around yours, you mumble, "I don't think anyone has ever loved me like you do."

He giggles airily--almost to himself--and kisses your hair, "Good. Because I can assure you...there's no one else like us in this entire world. That's why I can't lose you."

The intensity might've unnerved you if you were in your right mind; if you weren't half loopy from cough syrup and from Edward's suffocating passion. But now...now it just feels normal. It feels like home.

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wangsejabin · 1 year

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Chapter 68

Xiao Dezi was quite articulate, telling the whole story. So was it Jidetang who was trying to get in the way, or was the Grand Duke really in bad shape?

Pan'er's mind was in turmoil at the moment, she wanted to calm down, but it was too painful. "Go and ask Doctor Wang, or maybe Doctor Dong."

"I've asked, but Dr. Wang is with the Empress Dowager, and Dr. Dong is not on duty today." This was the main reason for Xiao Dezi's crying face.

"Master, Jidetang's side is intentionally doing this, they are deliberately using the Grand Duke as an excuse, just to harm you!" Xiao Dezi was probably also anxious and blurted such words out.The whole east wing was silent, all heads bowed, none dared to speak. He dared to say such things, but they did not dare to listen.

If they inadvertently broke into the private affairs between the masters, they would not end up well, no matter whether Su Feng Yi was in trouble today or not. Even Sister Yang, who knew how things were done in the palace, could not help but turn white.

At this time, Pan'er's hoarse voice was the only thing that set the tone: "Order someone to go out of the palace, go out of the palace to invite Dr. Dong. If you can't invite Dr. Dong, it's fine to invite a random doctor."

"But the minions don't have the waist tag to leave the palace, so they can't go out." Xiao Dezi said in despair.

Before the words could leave his mouth, Aunt Qing walked over and smacked him on the side of the head. "If you don't have a solution, then think of a solution, such a little thing makes you panic, aren't you always resourceful? Order someone to go to the Crown Prince and get Eunuch Fu to get Eunuch Zhang ......"

"This servant has an idea." A voice rang out from the doorway of the outer room. It was eunuch Feng. His original surname was Feng and his first name was Hai. Ever since Pan'er started to start, the lackeys in this courtyard had all tensed up, those who could come in served inside, and those like Feng Hai who couldn't come in, stayed outside to keep an eye on the movement.

"What's the method?"

"The lackeys went to find Liu Yuan. It's definitely too late to go and ask the Crown Prince, besides, we don't know where the Crown Prince is, and we don't know how much time will be wasted in one trip.

Liu Yuan used to be the Crown Prince's man and was later sent to manage the warehouse, people like them are deep in the Palace's doorways, so they must have a way to get out of the Palace. If it was before, the slave would have a way, but since he came to serve his master, the exit waistband has been handed over."

"Then go quickly, I'll leave this to you, and bring the Imperial Doctor Wang back in person, so that he can prepare the labor inducing medicine in advance, and tell him about my situation. Little Dezi, take someone to seek the Prince, don't just keep it to yourself, those little eunuchs allocated from the Yuqing Palace, they must have a better idea than you."

"Yes." The two men answered and went down. It had taken all her strength for Pan'er to finish those words, and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply to ease the pain. Only when she felt a little better did she strain to say to Sister Yang and the others, "Don't panic, as long as you do your best today, I will keep you alive."

That said, these words did not ease the tension of Sister Yang and the others, especially the two midwifery sisters from the palace.

Most of them were aware that this kind of thing was not something that a mere Feng Yi could say, and they were obviously distracted and much more tied up in their work than before.At this point, the two midwives came into play, as they were from outside the palace and did not understand what Sister Yang and the girls were afraid of, but only knew that they could not let anything happen to Su Fengyi.

The two of them pushed Sister Yang and the others out of the way and went up to check on Pan'er's opening under the blanketsThe two of them can only rub Pan'er's back and belly to ease the pain, while the other talks to her to divert her attention.

--The other side of the Eastern Palace, in the Hall of Virtue.The Imperial Doctor had already prescribed the medicine, and the nursemaids had boiled the medicine and brought it to him. After half a day of coaxing, the Grand Duke was finally put to sleep and the room fell into silence. It was precisely this silence that made it particularly difficult to stay awake.

Fu Dong pulled Sister Chen out secretly and asked, "Sister, will this be okay? There are still waiting for the Imperial Doctor over there."

"What's okay or not okay? The Grand Duke is like this now, how can the doctor not watch over him? Some people have pains all day and all night before they give birth, so what's the difference if we let her wait?"

Fu Dong looked hesitant and embarrassed, she had just stopped the doctor and led him to Jide Hall because she was angry for her master, but now she was a bit scared after the job was done.The matter of Su Fengyi being pregnant with twin babies was already taken seriously by the top, especially by the Empress, who even called her to Kunning Palace to talk. If something really happens, even if it's not because they stopped the doctor, the blame will be on them.

And the matter was not at all ordered by the Crown Princess, but was done by them privately.

The more Fu Dong thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and she couldn't help but look at Sister Chen several times. She was obviously lost in thought, her face twitching nervously, not obviously, but when she looked closely, she could see the slight trembling curve.

Is this Sister Chen's fear? Fu Dong panicked: "Sister!" Sister Chen turned her head to look at her, grabbed her hands and lowered her voice: "You also think she has stolen the limelight from the Crown Princess, don't you? If she really gives birth to a young imperial grandson, there is no telling how she will ride on the Crown Princess' head, I am also helping to ease the Crown Princess' worries." "But ......"

"Look at how poor the eldest son is, he is more than eight months old, but his body is not as strong as those who are 100 days old, he is barely alive, and she is carrying a twin baby, so it is not sure if the baby will be born. Besides, we can't blame ourselves for this.

Compared to a Feng Yi, the Grand Duke is naturally more important. Even if someone really blames us, we are still loyal servants of the master, we are really too worried about the Grand Duke, that's why we ignore that side."Fu Dong couldn't restrain herself from shaking, she thought that Sister Chen just wanted to give that side a hard time, but she never expected that Sister Chen would have such an idea.

If she hadn't had such an idea, Sister Chen wouldn't have gone to such lengths to make such a scene, she was being used as a rafter, and the old woman wanted to die herself, but she had to be dragged into it. But Fu Dong couldn't say a word, things were already like this,

It wasn't in her power to make a difference, she could only stiffen her head and follow Sister Chen down one path into the darkness. Had she known it was like this today she should have begged the Crown Princess to let follow her out instead of staying at home.In the interval between Fu Dong's thoughts, Sister Chen had already walked in.

The young eunuch had said something to the young doctor, who was clearly embarrassed, but had to listen. Fu Dong walked in with her heart in turmoil, and had just stood still when a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Sister Chen, Eunuch Liu requests to see you."

Frightened, Fu Dong shivered and turned her head to rebuke, "Keep your noise down!" Sister Chen frowned, "What Eunuch Liu?" The little palace maid showed her aggrieved face, "It's Eunuch Liu Yuan Liu, who is in charge of the treasury."

"What did he come to see me for?" Sister Chen said. She then remembered something, this Liu Yuan seemed to have come from the Yuqing Palace, and it seemed that he had made some mistake and was punished by the Crown Prince to take charge of the treasury.

Sister Chen was not afraid of this man, for such a person was clearly out of his master's heart, but to be associated with the Crown Prince, especially at this moment, made her heart inexplicably uneasy. And she had never had any dealings with Liu Yuan, so what did he want with her?

"Naturally, we have something to discuss with Sister Chen." Before Sister Chen could come up with a charter, the little court lady was suddenly pushed aside and a long-faced eunuch in his thirties came in from behind.

Sister Chen was startled: "What are you, how can you barge into the Grand Duke's room? The Grand Duke is ill now, can you afford to frighten him?" Liu Yuan smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Sister, look at what you said, how could we be so rude as to scare the Grand Duke? The two days in the palace banquet, the noble people happy inevitably drank too much wind will want to order some kind of antidote to the wine soup and so on, our majesty and the empress are careful, specially arranged each place a Imperial doctor. This is not the case, the Taiyuan Hospital is short of staff, and only one doctor has been invited. The Hall of Virtue says that the Grand Duke is sick and needs to be seen first, but Su Fengyi is still waiting to give birth, so we want to ask the doctor to prescribe a prescription for labor medicine first, and then send the doctor over when you are done?"

"You..."

"Yes, yes, I'll prescribe it right away." The young doctor inside hurried over, his forehead still covered in cold sweat, so he knew in his heart that he had been caught up in the battle between his masters. But he was the lowest-ranking Imperial Doctor, so what could he say?

Now that Su Feng Yi's people have come to him, no matter what, he can still get away with the crime.Before coming here, because Xiao Dezi said that Su Feng Yi was about to give birth, the doctor had brought with him the medicine to induce labour, and he took out the prescription and a packet of herbs from his medicine chest.

In order to avoid suspicion, he had wanted to open the packet of medicine to look at it and count the herbs against the prescription, but he was snatched away by Liu Yuan. Liu Yuan gave an arch of his hand to Sister Chen and said, "Since we have the medicine, we will leave Sister alone." With these words, he left.

When he had left the Hall of Virtue, Feng Hai followed him to the side and said, "Brother Liu is still very capable, the servant didn't think of this method."

Liu Yuan glanced at him, it wasn't that he hadn't thought of it, but that he simply couldn't break into the Hall of Virtue."I think that doctor is too young, and Su Fengyi's health is not usually under his care, so we should invite Dr. Dong into the palace. You take my badge and take a few more people out to the palace to invite him, I'll order someone to find the prince and see if we can get Dr. Wang to come. "You're still smart enough to know to beg to come to me!"

Feng Hai rubbed his head with a hearty smile and took the waist plate and went away busily.--. The Prince's mouth held a decent smile as his gaze was placed in the centre of the crowd's attention. The hall was filled with immortal music, the dancers were dancing beautifully, and the crowd was laughing and singing.

Sensing the presence of Fulu behind him again, the prince turned his face slightly sideways in a questioning gesture. He wiped a handful of sweat and spat in his heart, saying what was going on, but he did not dare to hide it from the prince, so he whispered the story in his ear."Third brother is so busy with his day-to-day business. Fu Lu, what did you say to our Crown Prince, tell me?" The Chu Prince, who was cupping his wine bottle, said with a wry smile.

"It's just a small matter," said the prince as he coiled the strings on his wrist, his smile not reaching the bottom of his eyes: "A concubine is about to give birth in the backyard, and the minions below are not fit for the job, so they reported it," he said, and then said to Fulu: "You go to Cining Palace and report the matter to the Empress Dowager, who has always been sympathetic to her juniors and will not fail to lend out Dr. Wang."

"Yes." Fu Lu answered and hurriedly retreated. When he heard of the Wang doctor, King Chu's sword brows twitched: "But that concubine of yours who is carrying twin babies is about to give birth? It doesn't seem to be a month old enough yet, you really know how to pick the day, you're about to give birth on the 15th of August."

"I didn't expect that second brother would be so concerned about the affairs of my backyard, but let me say that it would be better for second brother to be more concerned about the backyard of the Prince of Chu's House. If there are fatalities every three days, I'm afraid that even if father favours second brother, he will still have to reprimand him."

"You-" The Prince of Chu's face showed a hint of sternness.

At that moment, Prince Qi, who had left and returned, intervened between them, "Second and third brothers are very close, what are they talking about, tell me?"The King of Chu often helped the King of Qi to deal with the Crown Prince, but the two of them were at odds with each other, and they had often done things like laughing on the surface but stabbing behind the scenes.

The Prince was also reluctant to cause any trouble, so the King of Qi was naturally left in the lurch. He was able to be the eldest brother, so he had his own merits. He talked to the Prince of Chu as if nothing had happened, and skipped over the matter. The banquet did not end until half past midnight.

Today, there was a foreign envoy, so the women's banquet was not in the same place as the men. When she came out of the Chengrui Pavilion, the Crown Princess asked the people below her if the feast on the Crown Prince's side was over. The servants couldn't tell us what was going on, but the Crown Princess thought that the feast there must not have broken up as early as the one here, so she took the people with her and headed for the Floating Bi Pavilion.

When they reached the outskirts of the pavilion, they could see from afar that the pavilion was still lit up and there was a faint sound of music coming from there. The Crown Princess chose a place to stand and sent someone to ask the Crown Prince for instructions. Not long after, the man came back. "In reply to the Crown Princess' words, His Highness has already left." "Gone?" "Yes, just left not long ago, saying that Su Feng Yi is about to give birth and His Highness has gone back to the East Palace."

The Crown Princess was wondering how she was about to give birth when the month had not yet arrived, when suddenly a person pounced up from behind and knelt in front of her.

It was Fu Dong.

"Crown Princess, help!"

#mtl #yingchong

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yokelish · 1 year

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So here's a fun story of mine.

I respect medical professionals. And by that, I mean good medical professionals.

About four years ago I started to seriously try to figure out why my headaches and migraines were getting progressively worse with age. And other symptoms started to appear too: nausea, sensitivity to light and sounds, loss of time and vision, absence of short-term memory, extreme exhaustion, and neck pain. So much pain. There were days when all I wanted to do was lay in bed and whine from pain.

So, I did what any rational adult would. And got a medical appointment. A physician looked at me, ordered a few blood tests, and asked about my family history, etc.

In the end, I was given a very mediocre medication the details of which don't matter. But I had to take it every day because it was preventative. And for a while, it seemed like it worked. But I had a bad reaction to the medication and it had to be removed. Once I was put off the medication, it all returned just as before. I remember telling my partner at the time without a hint of irony if I had a gun in this house, today would be my last day alive. That's how miserable I felt at that time.

So, I was directed to a neurologist. And I went. And he did what a neurologist does. Then I asked him if I should get an MRI, just to be sure, just so we know it's definitely not the brain. He said it wasn't needed.

He said it wasn't uncommon for women to have migraines. In fact, women are more likely to get them.

Yes, some of your other symptoms are a bit unusual but they are temporary.

He said I passed all the tests, and I was fine.

He said if I didn't have any recent head traumas, it was quite unnecessary.

It's a complex procedure (spoiler: it isn't), why would you want to be on a waitlist for months for nothing?

And so I didn't push him. I had to go through a drug trial to find what worked for my migraines now. I was tested for intracranial hypertension; they suggested lifestyle changes. Little adjustments to help out with the headaches and neck tension. And then slowly I grew complacent with it. Put the frog in boiling water and it will jump right out. But put in cold water and slowly heat it up, it won't be able to tell the difference. Life started to happen. I buried a friend. The pandemic. My MDD started to take priority over the headaches.

And then I almost went fully blind in one eye for 15 minutes. For no apparent reason.

What were you doing when it happened?

Uuugh, nothing. I was just reading in bed, laying funny. When I started losing vision in my left eye, I thought it was eye strain. But about two minutes later I realized it sure wasn't that. I immediately got up and went to my partner. When I explained what was happening to me and we got ready to go to the hospital, it started to come back. That's why I am here.

That didn't happen.

What?

And the neck pain was increasing. The intensity of the pain in my head kept increasing. The periods of those episodes continued to grow.

I have since moved. Got a new physician. And, I guess, I had a bad episode. There was a day I was in pain, I was miserable. I made an appointment ASAP. He is a great doctor. He is willing to put up with my demands for MDD medication, migraines. Even the smallest ear infections. There wasn't a time I came to him with a problem and he tried to rationalize it to me.

Ear infection?

Yes, you have it. It doesn't seem serious right now, so just over-the-counter medication will do. But if you don't feel any better, or even worse tomorrow, do let me know.

So, after that bad episode, I decided I can't be fucked anymore. Enough is enough. The pain was unbearable. I am a working, reasonably healthy adult, I can't be in this much pain without a cause. Unless they've checked for everything, EVERYTHING in the books and it came empty, only then would I accept that this pain was something I had to live with.

What I did was fucked up. Don't do that. But what I said to him, I meant with every cell of my being.

I want an MRI. And if it comes empty, order whatever test you can think of, no matter how invasive. Because this pain is getting worse, there are days when holding up my head is a conscious task. There are days when doing anything other than lying horizontally is a teeth-grinding endeavor. When I lower my chin, I can feel something along my spine, like a cord being pulled, not in a healthy muscle-stretching way, there is a tension that I don't think should be there.

And then he asked me how bad I would rate the pain on the worst day.

If this pain continues to increase at the rate it has been, I won't be alive by the time I am 31. I will take my own life.

And I was ordered an MRI. Not to say how ridiculously long I had to wait for an hour-long procedure where a big loud machine just scans your head.

And the doctor's office for the first time asks me to come in for the test results.

Your brain is healthy. But we found something in your neck.

And I felt giddy like a child who was promised candy. I wasn't insane. It wasn't "one of those things that women have to deal with". Fuck you, the professional who told me this. I sincerely hope you get sued. I'd sue you myself but I can't be fucked to be bothered with that right now.

My health care professional suspects syringomyelia. A fluid cyst in my spinal cord. I will have to go through more tests to see what it is for sure, what is the cause, and how bad it's gotten.

The point is

If one fucker decided to listen and not to rationalize a woman HER OWN Pain, if one fucker agreed to order a fairly simple medical test, perhaps this cyst probably could have been discovered THREE-MOTHERFUCKING-YEARS AGO.

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nathank77 · 25 days

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4/5/24

12:23 a.m

I have my HSV2 inhibitor test tomorrow, obv I'm nervous. Cause I'm pretty sure I don't have it and if I do... I got to cope with that and what it's going to do to my dating life and my self esteem.... another flaw and a big one at that. I'm like 99% sure I do not have it but if it comes back positive idk how i will cope with it...

At least my doctor sent in my xanax. I'm picking it up tomorrow after my bloodwork and grocery shopping. I'm glad I can at least depend on her.

As for my glasses, I'm just confused about money. I paid 134.48$ to afterpay. The last two payments have been canceled and I guess I am being refunded 28$ for overpayment. I'm trying to make sense of it all.

I paid eyebuy 28$ when I sent back the Oakley Airdrops to switch to my Ray-Bans.... and I spent 45$ on my two pairs of Beau frames.

There are two separate orders. The Beau frame order- I'm getting the rimless with those but now one of my Beau frames is super glued together and have paper stuck to it. Can I really wear them? I won't be getting refunded for that... I mean and if the rimless is tight I could send them back but I'm really getting tired of this.

Order 2 is the Ray-Bans, then the Oakley airdrops which I returned. And then the replacement Ray-Bans that strain my eyes. Now I'm getting Oakley Overheads. I am very concerned the 136 hinge to hinge will squeeze my head...

I could return the Oakley Overheads and the rimless but I'm out 46$ at least and for keeping the blue streaked Ray-Bans they might keep some money... so I don't think I'll get back all 134$ on order 2 or however much i spent I'm fucking confused...

For order 1 if the rimless doesn't fit I'm going to have to go with wire frames and just keep trying different frames until one fits..

I'm really disappointed. As a fulltime glasses wearer I need like 3-5 pairs a year. Why? Well I have ocd. I could contaminate them.

If that wasn't an issue if I drop a pair and break them I can't see... I should have a pair in my backpack at all times if I get my current pair dirty.

I should have a pair of prescription sunglasses too...

I want one pair of big black frames that don't touch my cheek. I want two pairs of half frames. Maybe a pair of rimless and a pair of sunglasses...

I could live without the rimless but I at least need 3 pairs of comfortable glasses that are not sunglasses. The sunglasses would be a luxury. I don't ever expect to have those. I don't want transitions. I want prescription sunglasses.

I can do without that. All I really want is two half frames and one pair of black thick frames.

I guess that's 3-5 pairs but my glasses are my eyes... that's kinda the issue. I want to have style and switch them depending on my mood although just the black frames and 2 pairs of half frames would do..

Dropping one and breaking them if I only have 2 means if I get a smear on my lenses when I'm driving i have nothing to switch to and I won't be able to see the signs.

Having 3 pairs is required. And I spent 207$ and I feel like I have one pair.

Of course 2 are coming in the mail but I truly don't think replacing the lenses of the Ray-Bans make sense next year it'll be close to 160$ for both total and they'll still touch my cheek.

Hopefully the overheads can stretch easily and the rimless can... I know they'll be a little tight. If they can't hopefully my eye doctor will apply heat for free...

If not then I mean yea I can return the Oakley and the eye straining Ray-Bans and I'm sure they'll give me the rest of my money back minus that 46$ order although if I don't give back the blue streaked Ray-Bans then I might have to pay some fraction for them.

I'm just concerned. I feel fucking annoying. I feel like an asshole. I feel like the problem is me.

My face measurements are not ideal if I could fit in 132 hinge to hinge the world is my oyster... I can't though.

My face measurements does not allow for many options... and being asymmetrical doesn't help.. but shorter lenses and nose pads will help with that....but I really want black thick frames. I know they are dorky but I do like them.

then it's like every pair my eye wear place makes they fuck up in some way. Minus my two Beau frames and I fucked up bc they were so fragile i broke one of them..

If I go to lense crafters I'll have the perfect fitting pair but- I'll have singularly one pair of glasses. They are my eyes... I need at least 3...

I'm not being dramatic even if they are all the same frame and I give up on being, "a stylish nerd."

That's 900$ at lense crafters.... no sunglasses. But yea.

It's problematic being a four eyes and living in poverty, buying cheap glasses is ideal but now I'm getting what I pay for..

Last year it was disheartening having 7 pairs of glasses that all squeezed my head and I had to warp every pair in the arms to get them to be somewhat and I mean somewhat comfortable. They still squeezed and I couldn't push them all the way up my nose.

The issue is I thought this was my year. I thought I finally found my true measurements and I'd finally be comfortable in my Eyewear and I mean it's partially true.

I have found my measurements but they are not commonly sold. Especially by online Eyewear companies.

I spent like 180$ last year on glasses that squeezed my head and my focal point was off cause my husky glasses were so poorly made... and those were even head squeezers my eye doctor did not try very hard to get an ideal fitting pair....but they were cloudly nonetheless.

So anyways, I feel depressed. I have only one pair I find TRULY comfortable. I could wear these Beau everyday all day long but if they break or get smeared when I am driving I got to go to the Ray-Bans and be uncomfortable.

I hope the Oakley Overheads and the rimless fit better than I expect but I doubt it.

Anyways, I'm truly considering returning it all. Having spent 46$ on one pair of beaus.

And deciding seeing isn't that important. I mean let's be honest.

The prescription -.25 is very low. I could do without. However I have that astigmatism. That's the bigger issue... but I mean could I technically live my life without them sure....

Should I? I mean sacrifice my ability to see lights the right way, sacrifice my ability to read signs on the road. To see my video games?

No but until I can go to lense crafters and spend 900$ on 3 pairs of glasses, I'm not ever going to be comfortable and have quality Eyewear.

I'm at a point in my vision where I can cope with a lack of clarity. Although driving at night is problematic...

However I could go without just not really at night..... but I could stop wearing them and adjust to a lack of clarity...

If I keep wearing them my vision will worsen as my focal point is bad in every single pair... no joke. You're not supposed to buy glasses online for a reason.

You go to a place they put the frames on you and put black dots where your pupils line up.... they can never do that with online glasses.

Let's say I decide to invest in these Overheads and they fit somehow. The focal point won't be right... but next year if I bring them to an optical center they will put a black dot on my pupil and that focal point will be perfect even if my pupils are not in the center of the lense.....

Anyways, I'm truly considering not wearing them anymore. I know Elise likes them but I'm not sure when I'll meet her. Tbh if I knew she would be at the southbury tango I'd wear them.

To be brutally honest if I knew she was going to be my girl, she's the only girl who matters to me. Idc if the rest of the world thinks I'm ugly or a nerd.

Her opinion is all that matters to me... truly..

Reilly seems dumb, I'm just not putting all my eggs in one basket. Idk if Elise wants to be with me romantically or if it's friendship.

All I know is that, "yikes" in response to I have spareS aka I won't be without glasses. Also I said I wear them full-time. Since I talk about glasses all the time here I want to mention that was the very first time I brought up my glasses to her. It's not like it's been a topic of conversation... either way I'm pretty sure she doesn't like glasses, 3 of my pictures I wasn't wearing them so she probably thought I wore contacts...

I'm not hopeful about the rimless or Oakley Overheads but we will see what happens. I have decided I won't invest in these Ray-Bans. I guess we will see if I end up returning the Oakley. That'll bring down the cost and I could maybe get one pair from lense crafters..... but I need to have only spent like 50$ maximum otherwise I have to wait until next year.

I'm keeping these Beau they are all I have that fit and are comfortable.

I guess to conclude this- I may stop wearing glasses being in poverty and needing glasses isn't really a thing. Clarity isn't everything.

If I go to the southbury tango I'll wear my beau frames incase the girl of my dreams go.

Anyways, I'm going to try to see if I can adjust to life without glasses, sight isn't that important I'm not blind my vision is just impaired.

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silverhyenaart · 1 month

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Here's a part that I really enjoyed from Chapter 12 of Into the Light. (So, spoilers ahead.) But I just love this feminine empowerment here.

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Sounds of metal scraping on metal echoed throughout the tower, growing louder and louder the closer they got. Upon reaching the top, Sally motioned for Kautounie to wait outside the door.

"Hmph... well, you're the boss, My Lady," the Konderi grunted, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, "just don't wander off further away then I can hear you scream."

Mostly, Sally just didn't want Kautounie's temper erupting on the old doctor, regardless of how much he might be deserving of it.

Dr. Finkelstein hadn't even heard Sally come in, having been far too focused on welding some sort of metal construct together. The entirety of his lab was filled with these machines, many of them cut open and in pieces while three more of the contracts were being crafted from the finest bits and parts of the other devices. Hydraulics hissed, steel scraped against steel, and sparks crackled.

"D-Dr. Finkelstein?" Sally called out, over the noise.

The old scientist barely even looked up from his work, not even bothering to back up his wheelchair to face his former servant. Even as Igor tapped on Dr. Finkelstein's arm and waved frantically, he was simply waved off.

"Just get me that welding torch, would you, Igor?" Dr Finkelstein grumbled, growing more and more irritated, "I thought I requested NOT to be disturbed!"

At his snap, Sally shrank away, that old fear creeping back into her mind while her spine tingled in a most unpleasant way. Subconsciously, she began to pick and mess with the stitches on her wrists. Even with Zero by her side, Sally never liked going near the old man without Jack. The Pumpkin King always put that old codger in his place when he got out of line with her. But even the future Pumpkin Queen could not afford such a luxury today.

"I-Im sorry doctor, but it's-"

"Can't you see I'm busy, girl?" Dr. Finkelstein growled, "What that boy was thinking putting you in charge of the town I shall never know!"

A frown crossed Sally's usually gentle features as her fists clenched, "That's exactly why I'm here!"

She circled around to the front of the desk, pounding her small hands against the metal surface, causing the partially built machines strewn about to rattle. Finally; that got the old timer's attention!

"I was checking to make sure that you and your wife were okay!" Sally stated, straining to hide the hurt in her eyes, "Behemoth and Clown told me that one of those shadows was seen near your tower!"

"And from what I understand, isn't it your responsibility to see to it that those things don't enter the town at all?" Dr. Finkelstein questioned, scrutinizing the ragdoll with a huff as he adjusted his goggles before smirking, "or have you been too busy entertaining that oversized stray who wandered into town, hrrrmmm?"

In that moment, Sally hesitated to answer; this was unlike anything that the town had faced before!

"Kautounie Redsun has agreed to help us protect the town, doctor," she finally said, trying to keep her irritation hidden, "a-and I have plans to gather some volunteers and check the perimeters of town to make sure-"

"Then perhaps you'd better get to work, Sally, and leave me to mine!" snapped Dr. Finkelstein, "At least my machines know how to obey orders!"

It didn't take a genius to figure out just what Dr. Finkelstein was up to; crafting automatons to protect the town. However, his sharp and abrasive words stung like nettles. For even a less than stellar mind could understand the implications of what he was saying.

"How soon will your creations be ready?" Sally asked, biting back her tears, "According to Kautounie, there's an entire legion of shadows set to attack Halloween Town!"

Another grumble left his thin lips as his gangly, cracked teeth, "That I will discuss only with the Pumpkin King, girl."

"Jack named me-!" protested Sally, before the mad scientist interrupted her.

"Until your last name is Skellington I'm not taking commands from you, you wretched girl!"

Zero let out a few sharp barks, shrinking closer to Sally as the laboratory door crashed against the wall with a deafening 'THUD'.

"Oh no..." Sally whispered to herself, with a foreboding sense of dread.

Fur bristling and ears pinned back against her skull, Kautounie stormed over to the mad scientist.

"Oi there, melon head!"

Just as Dr. Finkelstein backed up his wheelchair in an effort to turn around, the scientist found himself hoisted out of the contraption by a pair of clawed paws grasping the front of his lab coat. He let out a surprised cry, only able to flail his arms around while his legs dangled uselessly.

"I suggest you answer Lady Sally's question before I perform a little experiment of my own!" Kautounie snarled, flashing her deadly fangs.

Her amber eyes darted to the nearby window, a wicked smile forming on her face, "Just how far can I make you fly, huh?"

While the doctor sputtered in terror, feebly reaching for the remotes connected to his wheelchair, Sally immediately went into damage control mode, "Kautounie! Please... p-put him down, gently please..."

The ragdoll did her best to calm the situation, especially before Dr. Finkelstein or Igor would develop a very rational fear of yet another Redsun. Zero began to growl, the fur on his own hackles rising. The ghostly dog nudged against Sally's side, whimpering softly.

"You're lucky she's here!" Kautounie snapped, coming muzzle to duckbill with the doctor, "Vengeance is more my speed! Now answer her Ladyship's fucking question!"

While the demon huntress may not have put Dr. Finkelstein back into his wheelchair as nicely as Sally would have liked, the ragdoll still considered it a victory for diplomacy. No blood was spilled. No bones broken. And she wouldn't have to explain to Jack why Dr. Finkelstein would no longer be working with them. At this point, Sally would take what she could get with grace.

Growling, Kautounie stalked towards the window, ears flicking backwards every now and again to listen.

With little issues moving forward, Dr. Finkelstein gave Sally the information she'd initially asked for, "T-they'll be ready b-by tomorrow... provided that you limit these interruptions!"

"Thank you, doctor," said Sally, remaining as cordial as possible before taking her leave, "that will be all."

* * *

Quite honestly, I can't really see Sally joining in a fist fight or tavern brawl. Her power comes from her mind and her gentle heart. That being said, being in command of the muscle always helps.

Anyways, if you'd like to read what I've got for Into the Light, here it is!

#a03 fanfic #a03 fic #a03 writer #nightmare before christmas #sally the ragdoll #dr.finkelstien #original characters #funny moment #female empowerment

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companionwolf · 11 months

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Toy Soldiers Ch 6

They're almost out of the city when they run into the ADVENT patrol.

The Commander is jogging, sticking to the center of the ruined street, rounding a corner when they step directly into the patrol's line of sight.

They take off as one of the troopers shouts at them, heart straining their chest. Somewhere above their whirling terror, Central asks -- do you think they know who you are?

"Probably," they gasp, brushing their sweaty hair from their eyes.

It's not likely, but with the way the soldiers shout and point at them, they suppose their luck has run out.

The Commander pause behind a crashed car to take a few breaths, starts running again at moans coming closer-- a pack of zombies is shambling toward the area. The ADVENT patrol splits; two of the ones with flamethrowers stay behind to spray fire at the horde, the one lone trooper continues to chase the Commander.

They can see the end of the city, where it turns to a hill that gives way to forest, can pick out their route home, and then --

Commander, is that blood?

The adrenaline is coursing through them so hard they hadn't stopped until now, pausing on a street corner to feel their side, hand pulling away sticky and red.

"Ah, fuck," they hiss.

The pain is coming through now - it burns and throbs, sharper with every movement. But they can't stop.

If they stop…

Memories of just before the tank threaten to overwhelm them -- the pain, the fear, the questions they could not answer, the certainty of dying alone.

The Commander reaches a shaking hand to pat at Central and then Shen. It's not gonna happen. It's not.

The trooper is still behind them as they leave the city, they can hear the heavy booted footsteps behind them. The Commander zigs and zags to try and avoid incoming fire, wishes again they had their gun.

They're about halfway to the woods when they get too dizzy to stand anyone.

The Commander sinks to the dirt, pushing trembling palms to the wound, woozily pulls out the pocket knife and cuts off a sleeve of their shirt, tries to bandage it -- it's not enough material. The bleeding is still fast and strong and the world spins.

The trooper is coming.

Fear from the toys amplifies their own; the Commander digs deep for their Psionic power, tries to muster the energy to attempt to heal the wound. But without the Ethereal…

Their heart aches. They remember a ripping, pulling apart. Screaming in their head. An absence that gnaws at them even now.

Asaru was their friend.

And what good did it do him, being their friend? Losing still? Being captured? Torn from them to have God knows what done to him?

They're crying.

Asaru is dead. The base is gone, XCOM is gone, and it is not 2015. They've lost twenty years and no one even came for them. No one cared?

No one will care, when they die. No one except the toys.

Commander! says Central, sounding on the edge of panic.

"I'm trying," they answer, "I'm trying."

And they are back at base again, torn between saving themselves and the people under their command, frantically barking orders into their earpiece as the place came down around them.

Trying wasn't enough then.

Darkness pulses at their vision's edge. The trooper is only paces away and getting closer.

Trying won't be enough now, either.

A shot rings out as the Commander slumps to the cold ground. Somewhere to the side of their failing consciousness, Central and Shen are talking--

are they dead?

no, not yet, but I don't think humans can lose that much blood without being seen by a doctor.

they're gonna die.

As they sink, Central's is mournful in their head: they're going to die, and I can't do anything. just sit here and--

be a comfort, says Shen. She sounds sad but resigned. Like she's seen this before. The Commander supposes distantly maybe she has.

that's not enough, Central says.

With the last of their strength he Commander slides a hand into the pocket that holds Central. They get a sense he's trying to keep the shake out of his voice when he says: they're my human, shen, I can't do nothing!

I'm sorry, Central, Shen says. I was…

A pause.

I was looking forward to it. To being able to live with you and them.

The transmission from Central sounds like he's got a lump in a nonexistent throat. They were building a dollhouse, he says.

It was gonna be great, the Commander thinks. It was gonna have a balcony and furniture and …

The world fades out--

They are sitting at home, drunk out of their mind, ranting at Central about the ADVENT occupation. The toy doesn't seem to really get it, but he gets angry with them, and they appreciate how he mirrors it back.

(They sleep better those nights, the toy soldier clutched to their chest.)

They're holed up in a crumbling barn on the side of the road, only dressed in a hospital gown, head aching. Their whole body shakes, they can barely eat what they've foraged.

(But they are free. They are free now.)

They're out tending the garden, humming a patchwork tune of a song they don't remember well. Everything is alive, is growing, and they'll have food for the winter. They look over at Central, who they've set on their pack, and smile.

(As they prepare soup, they think how nice it is to share a meal. Even if the other person can't eat.)

The world fades in--

Someone is… carrying them? The world is hazy, dark. The bullet wound pulses hot pain down their side; the Commander makes a low noise of pain. Some muddy voice somewhere makes a comment but they can't…

In their head, they feel Central's anxiety, Shen's…distrustfulness? Not of them… but then of who?

Too many questions, they think sluggishly. It's easier to just die.

The word fades out.

#wolf barking #tailstrokes #toy soldiers fic

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unboundwanderers · 1 year

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“You should lay down, you hit your head pretty hard.”

THE PINK DOCTOR & SHENHE // Unprompted(?) I can't find the meme source if it was || ALWAYS ACCEPTING

HE WAS DELUSIONAL, there were THOUGHTS pounding through his mind. He blinked when he heard this voice clipping into his mind, seemingly pushing past the borders of sanity. He must've been pulled from some body of water, because he was damp. Now, however, he was in some type of Pharmacy? Some type of place? Whoever had put him here-- was just about to leave-- which is why he'd shot up, and why he could now feel hands on his body. "N-No!! Get off of me!!" He moved to shoot up, but there was a weight on his body. HE REMEMBERED FALLING OUT OF-- Falling from... somewhere... He crashed into a body of water-- remembering choking on smoke, his eyes strained from what he remembered to be sparks of flame and fire.

HE WAS WEARING CLOTHES that looked... ragged... scavenged. His green cargo jacket was opened, his black T-Shirt underneath was ripped at the seams, his black jeans had holes in them. He had cotton ripped from the seams and he was trying- still-- too push himself up. He looked down at his feet. "Where are my shoes--" He muttered softly, trying to roll out of the bed of the pharmacy. He grabbed the nearby person-- who seemed to be-- well, in the most accurate way to describe her, this woman was utterly BEAUTIFUL. However, he had other things to think about, that didn't mean that his BRIGHT Golden eyes weren't examining her as if he was making first contact.

He was a slender man, tall- but with bright pink hair and bright golden eyes. His skin was pale and he seemed to be of a medium build. What this Woman did not know, about this man-- THE DOCTOR-- was that he'd has just REGENERATED. He has thirteen lives, and in moments where his current life receives a fatal injury, every cell in his body re-adjusts itself in order to save itself. It's essentially like hitting one great big reset button, in which personality and physical features change in one moment- and that has just happened, now. However, on occasion: Regeneration causes a great big blast of energy. That blast of energy has caused damage to--

"THE TARDIS!!" He suddenly shouted, out, using this woman as a support and looking toward her with shocked eyes and a distressed glare. He moved to pull this woman closer-- all the thoughts suddenly folding inward on him as he tried to keep himself steady. Fighting off The Regenerative sickness was like trying to power through a fever-- "Miss- Madam!! Please--!! Listen to me, you must listen--!" He heard the sound of his voice for the first time. Finally, someone EDUCATED and proper. "I-- I am not... of your world-- I need--" He moved to stumble backward onto the Pharmacy Cot- but instead he just shot up onto his feet- as if he was trying to learn them for the first time.

"No- No!! Forget it, I'll-- Thank you so much for your help-- I need to get going." He stumbled out of the pharmacy and into the Harbor's streets.

#the next stop (in character~! ic)#Of ALL The Counfouned-- !! (The Pink Doctor~!)#etherealcurse #//I'M EXCITED FOR THIS THREAD-#//BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I'M COMING OFF TOO STRONG #//I've had thoughts about their dynamic and I figured #//the best way for me to see what works with Pink is to just throw him into a post regeneration story.#//learn his personality at the same time he is.#//those kinds of thoughts.

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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could make a picture where reader can't stop looking at the volume in viktor's underwear, if you know what I mean 😏 😏 . Thanks

I don't got pictures, but how about a drabble?

NSFWish Drabble - Gn!Reader x Viktor, talks about big dicks, slight boner talk and lack of ass no actual sexytimes. Also Viktor wearing leggings.

"You're staring again, love."

Your eyes snap back up to his face. His smirk is like a knife, that makes you frown as you speak. "Why did you decide to wear those today?"

"The doctor said it might help with my leg." Viktor said with a smile, as he moved to stand. A little easier, you did notice, damn it.

"You've had them for weeks." The word is stressed out through your teeth as he drops a hand to his hip, and it really only makes it worse as your eyes latch onto it. He laughs, a warm and sweet noise that fills your chest as much as your ears. "You just randomly decided to put them on today?"

"Sweetling, I have no idea what you're implying." But then he turns, so you can only see his profile and your eyes are drawn again to the easy outline in his pants. And he knows what today is, Thursdays are your date nights. You had come in because he was working late, or so he said. Now you're pretty sure he had drawn you here for other reasons. "I'm only following the Doctors orders."

For a moment neither of you speak, and Viktor's honey gaze turned to you in a flicker. You smirk at it. "You know if my Doctor prescribed me leggings, I'd think they were hitting on me."

"They're compression pants."

"They're not doing a good job at compressing." You said, deciding that subtlety wasn't your strong suit. At least not while these pants left nothing to the imagination and had your brain running wild. "Though that might be because there's too much to compress."

Viktor's cheeks turned on a rosy hue, and you grinned at it. Standing up, you approach the taller man at his desk. One hand had moved to brace himself against it, and you slide your arms around his thin waist and then slide one hand down further.

When you squeeze his ass, his cheeks turn a deeper scarlet. "Sweetling!"

"They really don't do much for your ass though."

"Hush." Is what he tells you, but then his free hand is sneaking down to squeeze your own, and you can only smirk. Two kisses placed to the apples of your cheeks. "Is it really that distracting?"

You blink at him. "I've been caught staring at your crotch at least three times this evening."

"And did I miss some of your stares?"

"You caught three. But it's been pretty countless."

"Countless?" The next kiss is at the corner of your mouth. Then a hum against your jaw, before his eyes lock onto your own. "Now you know what it's like whenever you're in the room."

You aren't even given a chance to absorb his words, because his mouth is on your own. His hand moving up to your waist, then your back and you brain is far too fuzzy to really consider anything else.

"That's it, my love." His breath is warm against your cheeks, as you're places you on top of his desk. And now you can see the strain growing in those tight pants.

And you can't help but grin up at him. "Need some help decompressing?"

The groan he gives won't bet he last one you hear tonight.

#some more Viktor as I figure him out #if you put a good idea in my askbox #it'll probably show up #gotta make my brain buzz though #this one made me laugh cause I know about compression pants #and Viktor would probably wear them #shows off everything though as they're like leggings #viktor x reader #viktor #viktor arcane #drabble #sweaty asks

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frenchpuppycormier · 3 years

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HI ZOË!!! angst #16 for that sentence starter post if you're still up for some writing. i love getting my feelings hurt 🤡

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

—

Kara doesn't have a mean bone in her body.

She waves at every animal she sees on her daily walks and patrols at night. She gives and gives to people without expecting anything in return. When someone is having a bad day or just really needs to talk, she listens, even criminals. Most of them aren't any different than the average person, they simply were dealt the wrong hand. She's extremely loyal and doesn't take anything personally. One time, Kara saved a fly that was trapped in a spider's web.

So yeah, Kara doesn't have a mean bone in her body. Which is why today is such an anomaly.

She's in the kitchen still dressed in her navy chinos and baby pink button up with palm trees from when she came home from work. Andrea made her rewrite an article thrice, Jeremy from accounting had broken the copier machine and politely asked for her help in fixing it, she stopped a bank robbery a few blocks down from CatCo when she realized the police wouldn't get there in time, and to top it all off she unwillingly skipped lunch after someone stole her sandwich from the staff fridge.

To say she was exhausted and starving was an understatement. Changing into her pajamas meant she had to walk all the way to the bedroom and Kara was too lazy, even for superspeed.

As she stirs her homemade tomato sauce she taps her phone screen and checks the time. 6:35 pm. Frowning, Kara doesn't see any missed messages or calls from Lena letting her know she's going to be late.

She shrugs to herself and thinks Lena must've gotten caught up in her lab and lost track of time. It happens more often than not, and Kara doesn't think it'll ever change, much to her chagrin. It's bad enough Lena forgets to eat lunch most days, but to continuously forget her phone and watch in her office? Kara knows her wife's a workaholic, but she wasn't aware until now, the fourth night this week, that it was getting this bad.

Kara strains the pasta and cuts the garlic bread while periodically stirring the sauce and checking her phone. She decides to finally turn on some music when the silence of the penthouse becomes too stifling and daunting.

She's in the middle of dancing to ABBA and plating the food when she hears a familiar heartbeat walking down the hall. Kara tries not to listen to it too often—she doesn't want Lena to feel like her privacy has been invaded—but sometimes she can't help it. Her wife's heartbeat is one of the most soothing sounds she's ever heard, and ever since she heard it for the first time, she's just been naturally drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

Kara smiles as she hears it get closer until Lena's opening the door and walking through. "Hey, babe! I'm in the kitchen!" she yells, her energetic voice reverberating throughout the house.

There's no verbal response like there usually is, which is the first warning sign. The second is when Lena walks by—she has to in order to go to their room—it's with quick steps and careful avoidance. But Kara's been able to read her like a book since they've known each other, and she knows something's amiss by the way Lena doesn't even greet her with a kiss. She always does.

"Lena?"

Her wife stops frozen in her tracks, head angled down, hair covering her face like a curtain. Lena's heart ticks up a beat, leaving Kara wildly concerned.

"Lena?" she steps around the island and stands in front of her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mumbles.

Kara tilts her head to make eye contact, but Lena moves her head so she can't. "Then why won't you let me look at you?"

"It's nothing, I-I'm fine."

"And why does that not convince me?" Kara sighs. Lena doesn't move a muscle and she keeps quiet. "Are you hurt?"

"No." She still shows no signs of moving. It's like she's decided her next career move is becoming one of those marble sculptures at the museum people love to gawk at.

"Lena...you're scaring me." She tentatively reaches out and grasps Lena's fingers, tremendously thankful when she doesn't pull away. If there's one thing her wife is bad at, it's letting people in. But she also knows when she's feeling stressed or overwhelmed that holding her hand relaxes and grounds her. "Please..."

Finally, after standing there in an awkward and probably painful way with the way Lena's neck is positioned, she slowly looks up. Kara audibly gasps when she sees her, and what she sees ignites a fire in her chest and a fury in her eyes. "If you're not hurt, then why are there bruises all over your face?"

"Kara.."

"Lena," she breathes and lifts her hands to gently cup her face, tears pooling in her eyes. Her breathing is significantly more ragged than before, and she mentally takes note of why that is. "What happened?"

"It's nothing," she repeats.

Kara frowns and backs away, crossing her arms. "Who did this to you?"

"Please, Kara. I don't want to make a big deal—"

"Who?" her voice is lower and angrier, sending chills down Lena's back. She grits her teeth, "Lena, tell me who did this to you now, so I can kill them."

"Kara, this isn't you," she reaches forward to calm her down, but Kara starts pacing.

"The hell it isn't!" Kara exclaims, fists clenching at her sides. "My wife was beaten for all I know, and she's acting like it's just another day at the office!" she gestures at Lena, exasperatedly. "How would you expect me to act?"

Lena flinches at her tone.

Kara notices, because she always notices when Lena's in distress, and she deflates. "Lena, you're the love of my life, my person, and when you're hurt I can't help how I act. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm overreacting or if I'm yelling, but it's you." She walks back into her space and places her hands over Lena's face, thumbs lightly grazing her cheekbones, careful not to bump her wounds. "It's you," she whispers.

Lena swallows thickly, and when she speaks her voice is soft and afraid. "It was an accident."

"Did someone do this to you?" Kara's jaw clenches as she lets go. She doesn't stray far though, crossing her arms in front of her chest to try and calm down.

"Kara, no," Lena sighs, tears pooling in her eyes. "I...I did it to myself."

"What?" Kara's arms drop to her sides. "What are you talking about?"

"I was in a board meeting," she clears her throat. "Um...I was presenting a new prototype for...for," Lena shakes her head and frowns tensely. She rubs her eyes with tight fists and with a shaky breath, she cries, "Kara, I—I can't remember!"

Kara steps forward and grasps her hands. "Hey, it's okay. Take your time." She rubs soothing circles over her knuckles with her thumbs.

Lena takes a deep breath and tries again. "I was in a board meeting, and I vaguely recall getting a terrible migraine. Everything after that is fuzzy," she sniffles and takes her hands back to wipe her eyes. "Jess said I fell and hit my head on the table on the way down."

Kara inhales shakily, "What?"

"I had a seizure, I guess," she says it with a slight lilt at the end like it's a question she doesn't want answered. "Uh, it lasted about five minutes until the paramedics arrived. They said I was lucky I wasn't doing something else, like driving. It could've been a lot worse."

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't anyone call me?," Kara looks at her with pleading but sorrowful eyes.

"I didn't want you to worry."

"We promised each other, remember?" squeezes her hands. "For better or worse," she says with all the conviction she has. Kara kisses her knuckles and asks, "What did the doctors say?"

Lena sniffles and bows her head. "They ran all these tests on me, but couldn't find anything serious as to why I had a seizure. It could be any number of things, but they can't really do anything for me until I have another one," she looks up at her wife, lips wobbling.

"Kara, I'm scared," she whispers. "This is—" her words catch in her throat, and it's hard for her to breathe. "This is—my mom," she cries hysterically, covering her mouth with her hands, "This is how my mom died, she—she had a seizure while she was in the lake and she drowned. I can't—I can't believe this is—this is happening," she hiccups into another sob.

"Shhh," Kara envelops her in a hug and rubs soothing hands along her back. Lena bawls uncontrollably into her neck, hands gripped tightly to the back of Kara's shirt. "I'm so sorry, Lena," she kisses her on the head and murmurs into her hair, "We're gonna figure this out, I promise."

"What if I have what she had?" Lena questions, voice muffled and watery. "Kara...I don't wanna die," her mind begins to fill with thousands of different scenarios and she spirals into a panic, her whole body shaking, "I don't wanna die, Kara!"

"Honey, no," Kara hugs her tighter, as much as she can without harming her, then pulls back and kisses her on the forehead. She pointedly looks into her eyes when she says, "You're not dying. Okay? Not today, not anytime soon, alright?" Lena's face is red and splotchy. She tries to reign in control of her emotions, and she exhales a shaky breath while managing to give a slight nod. "Good. We'll figure out what's wrong with you, and if we can't do that here, then...we'll go to Argo. Their advances in science are way ahead of Earth's, and if that's not enough then I'll personally travel to other earths or other planets until I find a solution. You're not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it."

"Promise?"

Kara palms the underside of her jaw and rests their foreheads together, Lena's puffs of breath hitting her lips. "I promise," she presses their lips together in a chaste kiss and mumbles, "I love you." Kara kisses her again, "More than anything."

"I love you, too," Lena replies and buries her face in Kara's chest, her arms wrapped around her waist tight and what would be restricting if not for Kara’s invulnerable body. A calming minute passes for them in the aftermath of Lena's breakdown, when Lena quietly asks, "Is something burning?"

Lena feels her wife stiffen in her arms. "Shit!"

She pulls back and raises her eyebrows curiously, an amused glint in her eyes as she asks, "Did you just swear?"

Kara extracts herself from Lena's hold and stutters, "N-no, I said sh-sheet," she fumbles over to the stove and turns off the burner. Kara leans over the pot and frowns at the wreckage.

Lena chuckles with such fondness it's almost like their previous conversation has been forgotten. Kara beams at the sound, one of the reasons she fell in love with Lena in the first place; that girl can make laughter sound like music. Even her out-of-control snort laughs are adorable. At least to Kara's ears.

"There's no point in denying it, love, I heard you loud and clear," Lena smirks and joins her in the kitchen, poking her in the side. Kara squeals and feigns hurting by falling to the floor dramatically.

Lena playfully rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. "Baby, get up, the floor is a mess." Kara easily obeys and jumps to her feet with barely any help from Lena. "I married a weirdo," she shakes her head.

"Do you regret it?"

"Never," Lena states firmly. "You're my weirdo, forever."

"I like the sound of that," Kara blushes. Even after being married for five years, and knowing each other even longer, Lena still possesses the ability to fluster Kara on a daily basis.

"C'mon, let's order Chinese."

"You're speaking my language!" Kara kisses Lena on the nose and watches with pure affection as it scrunches. She grabs the takeout menu from the junk drawer before twining her fingers through Lena's and snuggling with her on the couch.

No matter her diagnosis, not matter the outcome, Lena will be more than okay with Kara by her side.

#half of this was written with an edible in my system #so i apologize if it doesn't make sense #lasdkjfldskjf #prompt ask #supercorp #supercorp fic #a lot of angst #but also PURE FLUFF

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itsany62 · 3 years

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SteveTony - Alternate Universe

Here are some Alternate Universe fics that I love. Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

Food for the Heart, by LagLemon, 14 k >, Cooking, No Powers.

After being introduced to a gourmet food on a budget blog by Pepper (a gift for her elderly, cheapskate mother) Tony starts cooking again. The recipes are good, but the blog owner is even better. Still, Tony isn't so sure Captain America, the guy who runs the blog, can compete with Hot Bagboy, the gorgeous blond who works at the grocery store.

"Free to Good Home" by Captain_Panda, 7 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

"Oliver and Company" AU.

There's a great big world outside the box.

But it's a dog-eat-dog world, and Tony's just one cat. Then a stray dog comes along, looking for a friend.

A Day In Principal Stark's Office, by nannersmelo, 10 k > words, Steve Single Parent, Director Tony.

Tony Stark has his hands full with not only Stark Industries, but also his beloved mother's life project: The Maria Stark Academy, and as he enters his office in order to deal with a ferocious mother whose son was apparently assaulted by one of his brightest students, he was sure this day would culminate in nothing but a heinous headache. Little did he know - he was in for one hell of a surprise.

I Am the Night by gottalovev, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Tony Stark, Wizard Steve Rogers.

That's it. Tony is doomed. He rolls on his back, crosses his wings over his belly and closes his eyes. He'll await death here, misunderstood by the world to the bitter end.

C is for Calculus and Compromise, by heydoeydoey, 11 k>, Gifted AU, Post-Divorce, Angts with a Happy Ending.

Steve's just trying to give his prodigy daughter a normal childhood. Enter a meddling school administrator, Tony Stark, and too many lawyers.

tell you my love for you by jelliebean, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Based on Love Simon.

A guy at Shield High comes out on tumblr, anonymously. Tony thought he was the only gay guy on campus--not out, because of Howard--and sends him an email.

“Hey, Flying. Same here. I’ve got a secret too, and it’s like I’m hiding who I am, every day. From everyone. All the closest people to me. But I just can’t tell them. I’m gay, too. It feels like I’m putting on this mask, this shell of who I think they want me to be. Even though I don’t think my friends would judge me. I don’t know why. I just. I’ve got a secret. –Shell”

The guy seems great--amazing, even, and then Hammer has to step in and ruin it all.

Mergers & Acquisitions by Robin_tCJ, 33 k > words, Angst, sex as currency.

Steve Rogers is the CEO of the Rogers Corporation, which he built from the ground up. When he learns that Hydra International is making a bid for a hostile takeover of Stark Industries, he decides he has to do what he can to stop Hydra from overtaking the market and becoming an unstoppable, unethical conglomerate. Tony Stark asks for something Steve isn’t sure he should give, but he does it anyway – and it completely changes everything. But when Hydra keeps coming, Steve and Tony realize there’s more to this than they’d realized.

Meeting the Monsters by itsallAvengers, 23 k > words, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters.

Tony's at public school with kids his age for the first time in seventeen years, and he is determined that this year is gonna be his year. He's going to make friends. He's going to be popular. People will like him.

Unsurprisngly, none of that actually happens.

He does sort-of-maybe fall in love with a vampire in his class that everyone is terrified of, though. So... there's that.

(I Want You To See) The Darkest Side Of Me by ann2who, 45 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Post-World War II.

In Monte Carlo, Steve meets the wealthy widower Anthony Stark. It’s love at first sight—at least for Steve—and he can’t believe his luck when Tony asks him to live at Stark Mansion, his large estate in Malibu. Never in his life had Steve thought something like this was possible… never had he been this happy. However, soon Steve realizes that Tony is still deeply troubled by the death of his first wife and haunted by the many ghosts she left behind. The longer Steve lives in her shadow, the more he understands that… He can never be what Tony’s wife had once been for him. And Tony might never truly love him.

Gift With Purchase Remix by sabrecmc, 43 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, hooker Steve, Sugar Daddy.

Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason.

The Little Glass Screwdriver by ann2who, 19 k > words, Cinderella AU.

When Prince Steven is forced to find himself a bride, true love gets in the way. As the night of the grand ball unfolds, the prince meets a mysterious knight who might just change his entire life in a way he could have never imagined.

**Cinderella AU**

Covered in Lines by royal_chandler, 3 k > words, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Alternate Universe - College/University, Age Difference.

He can’t lose sight of pale, deft hands that gesture on transitive verbs, an ink-stained thumb edging underneath Tony’s ribcage with an affection that can only be called dangerous.

half-wild and glimmering by deathsweetqueen , 15 k > words, Alternate Universe - Western, Prostitution.

“Give me a drink, Tasha,” Tony sighs as he lands in front of the bar. “I’ve had one hell of a day.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Have you really?” she asks, loftily, sliding a tumbler of whiskey along the well-polished wood.

Tony lets his head hang, the sweat beading on the back of his neck. “You wouldn’t believe what I’ve had to put myself through today,” he sighs, wearily.

“I would not know. You will not let me work the rooms,” Natasha retorts, her voice a little strained, busying her hands in a dirty glass.

“I don’t let you work the rooms ‘cause you’re liable to kill anyone who touches ya the wrong way and we can’t lose that much of our business,” Tony reminds her, wryly amused, sipping at his whiskey. He shakes his head at the burn. “We peddle flesh, darling, not death.”

peers, fears and holiday cheers by jacobby, 24 k > words, Parent Tony Stark.

“He’s only two years older than you,” Tony finally says when the silence becomes too much to bear.

“Dad, Teddy is turning twenty-seven next year.”

“I am not dating your husband—”

“I’m not implying you are. I just want you to be...aware that he’s practically the same age as my husband.”

AKA

Tony Stark's new boyfriend is only two years older than his adult sons. Telling them is one thing, introducing them is another. What Tony doesn't expect is that the past always has a way of catching up to him, of biting him in the ass when he least expects it. Well, at least they're all together for the Holidays. What more can he ask for?

A Higher Form of War by sabrecmc, 292 k > words, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Historical Romance.

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

you can call me babe for the weekend by complicationstoo, 10 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, actor Tony Stark.

Tony left his small town for Los Angeles after high school, leaving behind everything to pursue his dream. Ten years later, he comes back for the first time and finds that some things are impossible to let go of.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be by iam93percentstardust, 72 k > words, Alternate Universe - Theatre.

Famed director Phil Coulson brings Shakespeare’s beloved play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, to Broadway. This production though comes with a twist: a brief but passionate love affair between the faerie king, Oberon, and his attendant, Puck. In the roles of the two star-crossed lovers, Coulson casts America’s darling Steve Rogers, fresh off his third Academy Award, and Broadway royalty, Tony Stark. Steve quickly finds himself falling for the quick-witted and sarcastic actor but Tony is dating the stage manager. Unwilling to come between the seemingly happy couple, Steve steps back but all isn’t right behind the scenes and Tony may need him when everything falls apart.

and so we rebuild by raeldaza, 26 k > words, Alternate Universe - Star Trek Fusion, Soulmates, Mutual Pining.

Sometimes, a voice whispers: you will never atone for your mistakes.

Tony believes that, believes it so strongly some days he drowns in it, but he still tries. Tries through Starfleet, tries through inventions, tries through missions. Then, one day, he meets his new Captain, and things change.

and teach this heart (how to beat with light), by starklystar, 40 k >, AU Hospital, Single parent Steve.

Eight years ago, at a funeral with a baby's cries ringing in his ears, Tony Stark decided to turn his life around. He's a genius, billionaire, philanthropist. What's so hard to adding 'doctor' to that list? And after that, it can't be that hard to add 'husband' and 'father' too, right? But the past has a way of haunting even the very best of us, and in any universe, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers have never had an easy love.

Featuring: drama, chaos, Peter's scheming, meddling friends, and doctors learning again that the heart can never be as simple as four chambers and four valves.

Catching Lightning in a Bottle by sabrecmc, 120 k > words, Alternate Universe - Sweet Home Alabama Fusion.

College student Tony meets janitor Steve at MIT and they fall blissfully in love, until Howard happens and things fall apart. One divorce paperwork snafu courtesy of the ever-helpful Jarvis, and ten years later, Tony has to get re-divorced from Steve.

This does not go as he imagines.

Or, the Sweet Home Alabama AU that no one--well, okay, a few of you--asked for.

The Night Shift by weethreequarter , 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Hospital.

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

Cake It Till You Make It by ChocolateCapCookie, 10 k > words, Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Bakery.

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark have a lot in common. They're single parents, they own rival bakeries at the center of town... and they both hate each other's guts.

When a mix-up at Peter and Morgan's school has both fathers scrambling to prove they're the better baker, they do the mature, adult thing and compete in a bake-off. Between the mixing and the creaming, the baking and the icing, Steve and Tony find that hate is actually not that far from love.

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub, 31 k > words, Alternate Universe - Regency, Marriage of Convenience.

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

just a guy, standing in front of another guy by theappleppielifestyle, 12 k > words.

“It’s not real,” Tony says, still smiling, jaw twitching with effort. “The fame. It’s - I’m just a guy."

(Or, Notting Hill AU, with a twist.)

Mother of Exiles (A Titanic AU) by BladeoftheNebula, 21 k > words, Alternate Universe - Titanic Fusion.

“You’ll never guess what just happened!” Steve said, taking a deep breath to try and calm his breathing. “I met someone. A guy from first class.”

Dublin 1912: Steve Rogers is barely making ends meet, living in the tenement slums of Dublin. But a stroke of good luck gives him and his best friend the chance to change their fortune. Two tickets to America on board the RMS Titanic.

The Devil You Know by shetlandowl, 17 k > words, Alternate Universe - Detectives, Alternate Universe - Author/Novelist.

Best selling author Tony Stark revives the bodice ripper genre for a modern audience. From frisky gay cowboys to ravenous lesbian pirate queens, he consistently delivers riveting thrillers full of romance, drama, and the filthy, unapologetically kinky sex that has become his trademark specialty.

Tony has everything a man could dream of - horny, adoring fans, and boatloads of money. Or that's what he thought, until Detective Steve Rogers walks into his life and turns it all upside down.

Bears and Mountains and Lumberjacks Oh My! by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday), 24 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Lumberjack Steve Rogers.

It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car. And the snowstorm. And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god. So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears. Could be worse.

Series: A Furious Vexation by Annie D (scaramouche), 18 k > words, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse.

A Steve/Tony post-apocalypse AU that exists pretty much just for the smut.

That Feline Beat by Tito11, 5 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

Presenting Steve and Tony in the Aristocats!AU

Tony and his three kittens have been kidnapped from their fancy Upper East Side apartment while their owners are away and deposited on the mean streets of Harlem. Unsure of where they are or how to get back home, they'll have to rely on street cat Steve to guide them. Will they get home safely? Will Tony's fear of abandonment cause him to drive away the best tomcat he's ever known? Only time will tell.

do you fondue? by calciseptine, 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting.

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

a glimpse of heaven's love by parkrstark, 13 k> words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Terminal Illnesses.

The child begins to empty his pockets. He starts to count coins on the counter. Tony huffs a little impatiently as he realizes most of them are pennies.

The cashier actually humors the kid and counts along with him. They reach 3 dollars and 54 cents before he shakes his head sadly. "Sorry, kid. There's not enough here."

The kid sounds close to crying. "I need these paints for my Papa. It's Christmas Eve and these...he doesn't have any. The doctors said he doesn't have long. I want him to have these. In case he meets Jesus tonight, I want him to paint one more time. Please."

Tony takes a step forward, arms still full of toys he's buying just because. He can cover this child's gift for his dying father. Money. Money is what he's good for.

"I'll buy them."

Or, the Christmas Shoes AU no one but me asked for.

If you survive first impressions, you're good to go by itsallAvengers, 3 k > words, Parent Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - No Powers.

The first time Peter Parker-Stark sees Steve Rogers, he may or may not be standing in direct path of the man's motorcycle.

His daddy is really not going to be happy about that one.

A Rat-ional Conclusion by BladeoftheNebula, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Veterinarians, Parent Tony Stark.

He had a strong flurry of patients throughout the morning and by the time it rolled around to noon, he was just about worn out.

He walked out into the reception, stretching until he felt a satisfying pop. “Are we done?”

Bucky checked the screen. “Just about. One more before lunch - a rat, singular.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully straight forward then. “Great, let me know when they-”

He was interrupted by the bell over the door and looked up to see a little girl cradling a small animal carrier, being shepherded through the door by easily one of the hottest men he’d ever seen in real life.

Oh wow.

Tidal Pull by sabrecmc, 97 k > words, Octopus Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Shipwrecked.

After the American Civil War, Union soldier Steve Rogers takes a chance on an opportunity to sail with the Stark Trading Company down in the Caribbean. During a terrible storm, his ship is lost. To his surprise, he survives, and ends up stranded on an island that isn't quite as deserted as he first thinks.

Or, a reverse Little Mermaid tale where Steve has to fall for the fish-man.

Twelve Days by elysianprince, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Ghosts.

In which Tony finds himself in a town that looks like it crawled out of a Hallmark Christmas movie, trying to sell an inn he didn't know he owned, all while dealing with Steve Rogers, the resident ghost who has returned to haunt the inn each December during the twelve days of Christmas for the past seventy years. Tony has only one logical solution that benefits them both: break the curse that binds him - but falling for a man almost a century old wasn't among his plans.

She kissed me by S_Horne, 1 k > words, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting.

“Your mom kissed me.”

Steve blinked awake and lifted his head from his pillow to look over at the silhouette in the doorway. “What?”

“Your mom,” Tony reiterated. “She kissed me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said simply, “she does that.”

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