Mepad || Cramps
"Cause maybe I won't be alone this time..." MePad comforts you through painful menstrual cramps in this cozy, supportive story about friendship and care between close roommates who share an unspoken bond that might be growing into something more.MePad and their roommate were close friends. They lived together, split bills, and it was hard to separate them. The roommate would always cook and tend to the plants in their garden, and MePad would clean and make sure everything was working as it should. Everything was perfect. They had their routine too. Every morning, MePad would make their coffee, and they would eat breakfast together. Then, the roommate left for work. MePad cleaned and then set off to work himself. On weekends, the two watched movies and played games together, and occasionally set up gatherings with their friends.
MePad walked into their roommate's room, seeing an odd sight. They were curled up under their blankets, laying on a heating pad, chocolate next to them, and their favorite show playing on the screen. What was happening?
"Are you ok?" MePad asked, concerned for his friend's wellbeing. "Do you need help?"
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
Helia GL
From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
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