#Prescribed Security Glasses

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Prescribed Security Glasses are a crucial piece of safety equipment for workers in many industries. They provide clear vision and protection from impact, dust, and other hazards. When choosing prescribed security glasses, it is important to consider the lens material, frame style, lens coating, and prescription. Make sure to wear your safety glasses properly and clean them regularly to protect your eyes and prevent injuries.

[mydear-corinthian]

love potion no. 9

sypnosis - attempting to make doctor jonathan crane be in love with you using your love potion

pairing - jonathan crane x reader (pharmacist!)

warnings - SMUT +18, p in v, fingering, creampie, jealousy, reader attempting to poison crane

notes - rushed & based of my fav song, divider by cafekitsune

main masterlist | cillian murphy masterlist

You've been working as the hospital's pharmacist for a while now. The experience was a fifty-fifty. How strange to work under the walls where high-profile criminals are admitted in the city of Gotham.

One day, while you were working on your regular evening shift, a tall man wearing rectangular glasses and a black suit let out a small cough as he approached the window of the pharmacy's counter. Setting your pen down, you looked at this man. Your gaze met his blue eyes. You noticed how his hair was neatly styled.

There was a moment of silence before you brushed up your thoughts. "Can I help you with anything, sir?"

"I'm here to get the prescription I need."

"And what's your name, sir?"

"Doctor Jonathan Crane."

Your eyes widened, and the pen in your fingers dropped as you heard the name.

That's Jonathan fucking Crane?

He looked younger than you expected to be. You thought that the head psychologist was old so he's the only psychologist in the asylum allowed to prescribe medication.

"I— Please give me a few seconds to find it, Doctor Crane," you stuttered, immediately standing up and wengoing the back of the cashier to where all the anti-depressants and anti-psychotic medicines were stored.

"Hurry up. I don't have enough time to wait," he replied, rolling his eyes out of irritation.

After a few minutes, you finally saw a brown paper bag with his name on it. You immediately grabbed it and then stapled it to ensure that the medicines were safely secured. You walked up to the desk, placing the paper box on top of it in front of Jonathan.

"Thank you," he said, looking at the metallic nameplate on your uniform. "Miss (L/n)."

After that first interaction, he has been meeting you up again in the pharmacy. Taking his usual prescription medicines. After a few more visits, he started to make a few more chats rather than greetings. Asking you how you were, when's your schedule, etc.,

During those visits, you cannot help but feel something. The way you blush every time he compliments you. The way his delicate fingers meet yours when you give him the medicines. Or the way how he just looks fucking good.

One day, you waited for Jonathan to grab his prescription, so you waited. It's been a few hours and no Doctor Crane appeared. Taking a deep sigh, you continued to do your inventory as you waited for him to come.

After a few hours of waiting, a woman knocks on the glass of the pharmacy's counter. You greeted, letting out a soft smile despite being sad for not seeing the psychologist yet.

"May I help you, ma'am?" you asked.

"I'm here to get Doctor Crane's prescription."

Your ears perked up as you heard his name. Your back stiffens as your eyes widen. Why is she here? Why isn't Jonathan here?

"I'm sorry, ma'am; who are you?" you asked in confusion. "I'm sure Doctor Crane doesn't want his prescription medicines to be taken."

The women laughed at your question and your eyebrows met together.

"Oh, I'm his assistant, silly. Maybe his soon-to-be girlfriend? Not sure yet."

What?

Your stomach churned. A mix of sadness and anger rolled up your mind. You didn't know that Jonathan was interested in anyone. You thought that you would have a chance with him. You felt ill.

You stormed out right away, grabbing the papaer box with his name on it. Putting it in front of her harshly.

Forcing on a smile, you said, "Here's the prescription, ma'am."

"Thank you." the woman replied, grabbing the paper box before walking away.

Jealousy is buried all over your body. Bur you cannot help but feel insecure. She was indeed pretty. For sure Jonathan likes her too.

But you also felt mostly anger and jealousy.

As soon as your shift ended, you hurriedly grabbed your bag and went straight to your small apartment. Turning the doorknob, you entered your apartment and removed your shoe. Grabbing a pen and paper from your cabinet, you wrote different formulas for making something for him.

A love potion.

It does sound silly but you were so obsessed with him and you want him that badly. You felt like he was yours and you were his.

The remaining days stayed the same. The same woman grabbed Jonathan's medicines. The same anger and jealousy never left you. You continued in your potion, grabbing all the hallucinogens that you needed from the rmaprimacyou will spend your night making it.

After a week, you finally finished creating the spray. You choose to make the smell the same as your perfume; to let him know that he is yours.

Arriving at the Asylum, you set your bag behind your chair as you start to do your work. There were a lot of customers that day so you kept yourself occupied.

Finally, his assistant arrived.

She approached the glass with the same cheeky smile. "Jonathan's prescription, please."

Fuck, are they in the first-name business now?

Straightening your back, you said, "I think I'll give it to Doctor Crane myself."

The assistant's head turned to your direction with a face in disbelief. She placed her phone down.

"Why?" she asked.

"Doctor Crane requested a new medicine and it contains rare chemicals and it needs to be taken care of properly. This is the last medicine in our inventory so I suggest I'll be the one to give it to him." you lied.

"Fine. I don't care with whatever medicine he wants anyway. Your pharmacists can take catfish that. I'll just go take a quick dinner break, anyways." she replied, rolling her eyes before she walked away while busy typing on her phone.

As she walked away, you let out a sigh of relief. You grabbed the paper box at the back and then the spray you placed on a small glass sprayer in your bag, hiding it in your pocket.

"Hey, Adeline, I'll just give this medicine to Doctor Crane; he requested it," you said, showing him the paper box with his name.

"Yeah sure, no problem. I'll cover the cashier for you." your friend replied.

Letting out a 'thank you', you exited the pharmacy. You didn't know where his clinic was so you tried finding his name on the big board on the entrance of the hospital that was filled with all the doctors and their clinic rooms in the Asylum. You got up the elevator and pressed the buttons. You're confident with this. You checked the formula all over again and gave you the same result but you cannot help but feel how your heartbeat thumped aggressively.

It will work.

You went out as soon as the elevator doors opened. The whole floor was quiet and there were only a few people there, mainly janitors cleaning up. You walked while looking at the small paper in your hand where you wrote his room number.

You stopped your tracks as soon as you saw his name on a sign on a black door.

Dr. Jonathan Crane, M.D, Psy.D, J. Crim. Psychol.

Letting out a deep breath, your fingers opened the door. The entrance was small. A long cushion was on the right while the assistant/secretary's table was on the left— which was empty. There was another door in front of you, which you think is his office.

You knocked three times on the door, fixing your uniform and your hair. You gripped your pocket tightly, securing it.

Your eyes met him as he opened the door. His outfit looked the same. His hairstyles led properly. His rectangular glasses shined. Jonathan's eyes then met yours.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" he asked, not closing the door.

Fuck, he looks hot.

"I— I'm here for the prescription you needed, Doctor Crane," you replied, handing out the paper box with his name on your hand. "Your.. secretary said that she was busy so I decided to just give it to you instead of myself."

Jonathan's eyes still locking yours. "Oh. Well, thank you, (Y/n). Do you want to come inside?" he offered, taking the prescription in your hands gently, his fingers touching yours.

You felt a strike on your spine at the sudden short touch. Jonathan's touch was gentle and his hands felt soft.

"O-Okay.." you replied.

Jonathan opened his door widely, letting you come inside first and then him. His office was twice as big as the outside. His certificates hanging on the wall. A small scarecrow figure is displayed on the black shelves.

"Please, sit." Jonathan offered.

Nodding, you sat down. Your hand still clutching tightly to your pockets.

"How have you been?" he asked, leaning against his wooden table while you sat in front of him.

"I'm fine, Doctor Cra—"

"Jonathan. Jonathan is alright." he interrupted.

"Oh, right.." you nodded. "I'm fine, Jonathan. Lots of customers but still doing great. And you?"

"Same way either," he replied, removing his glasses as he looked at you and fuck, you find it so hot.

"So, your secretary.." you brought up the topic. "Is she your.. girlfriend?"

Your question made him laugh. Putting his glasses on he replied, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, she told me that she's your soon-to-be girlfriend so you know.." your hands never leaving your pocket.

Jonathan notices how your hands never leave your pocket. His eyes trying to know what you're hiding inside it.

"What's in your pocket?" he asked, changing the topic.

Fuck.

You sighed, giving up. You stood up and grabbed the spray in your pocket, spraying on his face a couple of puffs. You let out a relief.

His eyes squinted, attempting to rub the liquid off his face.

"How are you feeling, Jonathan?" you asked, walking towards him closely; your face getting closer to his as you trickled your fingers onto his soft face before letting your lips meet his. His hands gripped your waist softly as he kissed back, savoring each other's taste.

He finally opened his eyes and let out another laugh. You let go of him immediately, you were confused. It didn't work? But you were sure that the formula was right. You had the right chemicals. You had the best hallucinogenic chemicals in the city.

Unless..

"Let me guess.. love potion?" he asked, his lips painting a smirk on his face as he looked at you.

You panicked. "I— Why isn't it working?"

Your heels stepped backward while he moved forward. Your heart started to thump aggressively; you were panicking.

"Why isn't it working indeed." Jonathan's eyes grow wide as his lips curve into a smirk. "Well, there are only two options. Either your little experience was an absolute fail or I'm already in love with you."

The words coming out of your mouth left you gasping. He's right. There were only two options.

"But how about your secretary?" you asked.

Jonathan began walking much closer to you until both of your faces were inches apart; your waist hitting his desk. You can be sure that he can hear how loud your heartbeat is. You can smell his strong men's perfume from his neck and his wrists. You can see how ravishing his blue eyes really are.

"It's you. It's always been you." Jonathan confessed, his eyes getting soft as he looked at you.

After a few visits from the pharmacy, Jonathan started to take an interest in you. He observes how you tilt a strand of your hair to the back of your ear whenever he compliments you. How your things are always the same color which he thinks is your favorite. How your ears perked up whenever he brings small conversations about your expertise— medicines.

Jonathan's soft hands found their way to your hips, securing them; tthemknowow you were his. Your lower body sat on top of his black wooden table. His, then, lips crashed into yours again but delicately. You were shocked by the sudden confession and the kiss but you ignored it anyway; you kissed him back, gripping a fistful of his hair as the kiss deepened. The way his tongue met yours made you wet. He explored your lips and tongue, allowing him to savor your taste leaving a trail of kisses down your neck before sucking it, making you suddenly moan in pleasure.

"Ah yes," you moaned but immediately covered your mouth when you noticed how loud it was.

"Don't worry, love," he said in between kisses, continuing to mark your neck. "The whole room is soundproof. Scream all you want, doll."

The wetness in your panties became worse. Your breath hitched as he sucked that spot in your neck. His hands began to trail down to your thighs, his fingers tracing it. The tent in his pants began to be visible.

"Please— touch me, Jonathan.."

Jonathan's fingers now trailed in between your thighs, toying with your clothed clit under your skirt. The touch sends shivers down your spine. He can feel how wet you are and your white lacey panties.

His lips began to paint another sluggish smirk. "So wet for me already?" he teased.

"Please, Johnny. I need you," you cried in pleasure as his fingers started to massage your clit from your panties.

Jonathan removed your panties before throwing them off the floor. The cold air touching your sensitive cunt made you shiver. His thumb began to rub it slowly and then his pace fastened making you bob your head backward, your eyes closing as you felt the pleasure down there. The wet noise echoed all over the room. He then started to insert two of his fingers with no warning making you moaaloudud.

"Fuck!— Yes, Jonathan!"

You moaned as his finger hit that spongy spot there. Your toyed pussy clenching around his fingers. His thumb circling figure eights on your clit. Back arching, your legs squirmed.

Jonathan's fast pace made you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, feeling more wet. Your moans were getting louder and louder.

"Jon.." you moaned. "I'm close."

"Go on," he whispered, you can feel his hot breath on your neck. "Cum on my fingers."

Jonathan's pace quickened until your orgasm flowed. His fingers were coated with your white juices. Jonathan brought up his fingers to his tongue, licking it clean as he tasted your juice.

"Mhm, sweet," he smirked.

Even though you just came from your orgasm, you still have that desire for more. You want him to take you. You want to feel him.

Jonathan gave you a small sweet kiss before his hands found their way to his black trousers, unzipping them; his erection can be clear through his boxers.

"You want me that bad, huh?" he teased. "I think you're the one who drank that potion of yours."

His voice was deep, husky, and raspy which made you want him more. He removed his black blazer, leaving him with his white long-sleeved polo and a tie. You began to unzip your skirt as well, tossing it on the floor. He kisses you again deeply.

As soon as he removed his boxers, his cock sprung out. He was bigger than you expected and veiny. Jonathan began to align his cock to your dripping and aching hole and then inserted himself fully.

"Fuuuckkk—" he groaned as he felt your tight walls take him. "You're so tight."

You gasped as you felt his length take you; a loud hiss escaped from your lips.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" he genuinely asked as he noticed you hissed.

Shaking your head, you gripped his broad shoulders. "No— I'm fine. Just keep going."

Jonathan started to slowly thrust inside you, taking no rush which you appreciated. He was gentle. Your legs locked his hips as you embraced his shoulders with your arms.

"I've been dreaming about this since—" he let out a low groan as his hips moved closer to you . "..the day I saw you. Fuck, you're beautiful."

His thrust quickened, making you moan. Your tits were bouncing at every move he makes. Your eyes were completely shut, your head rolling back as you savored the pleasure Jonathan gave you. The way his tip hit your G-spot made you scream a series of the most pornographic moans you've ever done.

"Oh my god! Yes yes yes!"

A smirk on his face was formed when he heard your lovely moans in his ears. Your moans are probably his favorite note. His baby blue eyes met yours when you looked at him. The way he was still wearing his sexy glasses made you blush more.

"You feel so good, my love," he said in between his thrusts. "Fuck— you're mine, okay?"

"Yes, Johnny! I'm—fuck— yours!"

All you felt was nothing but love and ecstasy. Every thrust, every moan, every kiss, and every touch coming from him makes you feel weak and pleasurable.

The table you guys were fucking on aggressively moves at every movement the both of you do. His files, ball pens, and other items fell from the table but none of you minded as your business was focused somewhere else.

A feeling of wetness and and closeless throb in your stomach. Jonathan abusing your sensitive spot with his fat cock didn't help. Your moans and his grunts synchronize together as the both of you feel close.

"I'm gonna cum, love. Where do you want it?"

"Inside, please! Fuck! Fill me up, please please please!"

"My princess wants me to fill her up, yeah? Alright then."

After a few more aggressive thrusts, you felt your orgasm came. His cock was now stained with your cum as he continued.

"Gonna cum now, doll. Take it, baby. Yes yes yes!" Jonathan groaned as he finally came inside you. His dick spurts out his hot white cum inside your walls. Jonathan, then, pulled out; a mix of his load spilled out in your hole.

"Fuck, look at that," he said, watching it dripped to his black table.

Jonathan gave you another kiss but this time, it was passionate. His lips let out a series of compliments which made you flustered and blush at the same time.

"I guess I'll be the one who'll give you your medicines now," you teased.

"I look forward to that, my love."

After dressing up again, Jonathan guided you to the door, not wanting you to be late for your shift. As soon as he opened the door, the both of you were greeted by his assistant who just came in.

"Doctor Crane and... Miss (L/n)... Didn't expect you to visit here." the female assistant said, clearly not expecting you at all.

"Natalia, clear out my schedule this Friday. I'm going on a date with Miss (L/n) here." Jonathan said, making you blush at the sudden invitation.

His assistant's face turned into a frown and anger but tried to let out a fake smile before you and Jonathan left his clinic.

"Your assistant must be sad that I'm going out with you, Doctor Crane."

"Oh, baby... I'm only yours."

[presidentofthelipglossclub]

GUESS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS!!

in honor of my birthday here are some more rescue bots headcanons!!

they (as in constructed rescue bots) have extra color receptors which allows them to see more types of light than other bots, as well as advanced hearing (they’re also the only bots with noses so they have an extra sense)

all of them have outliers (its a requirement to be a rescue bot)

blurr changed his paint job (post s4, before he showed up in rid15) because heatwave and blades basically bullied him into it

the academy where they studied was on a moon of cybertron’s, and they actually spent very little time on cybertron itself. it was sorta like a field trip spot, and they went very infrequently

quickshadow was the academy's champion shot, and she won a bunch of competitions

the rescue bots all had specialties outside of what they actually did (heatwave was a history nerd, boulder studied xenobiology, blades took journalism, chase did psychology, quickshadow was a data analyst, hightide took astronomy)

hightide was actually friends with both orion pax and megatronus separately before they realized they all knew each other

in that same vein, servo and lazerbeak were longtime friends because they grew up together

optimus is so ridiculously tolerant towards whatever the rescue bots do that they actually have a running bet on how much they can get away with before optimus gets angry (he never once has)

blurr's reputation as most annoying bot ever has been intact since way before the war when he was a racer

blades got his name through an awkward mishap at an armory that heatwave never let him live down

related to that, all the rescue bots' "names" are really more of nicknames. their names are listed on documents but their primary identification is through serial numbers because they're cold constructs

boulder had a practically bullet proof reputation at the academy as the perfect student so whenever the others wanted to get away with something they always involved him

when salvage heard about DIY's he got super into them and started making tons of pointless stuff. he never even followed the good channels, only stuff like troom troom

chase succumbs to peer pressure ridiculously easy

heatwave gives really good advice but only on accident

quickshadow and hightide like to hang out and trash talk optimus whenever he does something they don't like

blades only has field medicine training, he's not cleared for any actual treatment outside of an emergency (he can do first aid and EMT stuff but can't, like, prescribe things or do surgery). this has not stopped him from trying things though.

salvage is actually from one of cybertron's colony worlds, but he grew up on cybertron

ok here's a fun little surprise in honor of my birthday: the humans are also included in headcanons!!

kade was actually very good at gymnastics, he just got bored of it

chief burns needs glasses but he prefers to wear contacts

dani had a very extreme scene core phase, and her hairstyle is a remnant of that

frankie has super high government security clearance as a super genius and daughter of one of the world's best scientists, so she knows all kinds of military secrets

doc greene and chief burns met in childhood, doc's family moved away, and then when he got older he moved back to griffin rock and reunited with the chief

graham is the biggest night owl because of college. sometimes, when he has trouble falling asleep, the bots invite him to movie night and they all watch reruns of old movies or shows

building off that, there are two kinds of movie night: the first is with the whole burns family, rescue team, and sometimes others such as optimus or the greenes. the second is less of a movie night and more of a "we need something to do while the humans are sleeping, let's watch trashy tv all night." this kind of movie night is really just the bots (minus whoever has night shift)

professor baranova actually used to be pretty upbeat, although she was a bit misunderstood because she's neurodivergent (i also headcanon that after the whole living underwater for 28 years thing she developed DID and multiple alters to cope with the loneliness, so she's now a system)

woodrow and optimus are in a qpr. optimus refers to him as his amica, and also privately thinks of him as his human partner

doc greene at some point developed a working synthetic energon formula completely independently. when ratchet first met him (post war, probably right before he was hired to work at the rescue academy) and learned about this he lost his shit

bumblebee and dani race together all the time when he visits

this is where i'm gonna stop this post, because it's pretty late for me lol. it was my birthday today, so happy birthday to me!!

also y'all PLEASE talk to me abt any of these headcanons i will be thrilled to elaborate!

[donatellawritings]

cherry - should be ripe - r. jerimovich

pairing(s): richie jerimovich x f!reader

warning(s): language, prescribed drug-use, age-gap

song: coming down by the weeknd

The gloomy skies, filled with heaps of troublesome rain brought a dull grey hue of light into your apartment as you whisked the thin curtains in your living room apart. The thin straps of your tote bag digging into your shoulder as you allowed the overfilled bag to rest on the glass surface of your dining table. It had been almost twenty-four hours since you’d last spoken to Richie. Almost twenty-four hours since you his raspy voice and dry tone haunted the depths of your mind. Almost twenty-four hours since you’d clung to every minute detail you could, of the older man, and you brought yourself to ecstasy.

The abrupt shrill of the alarm blaring through the speaker of your phone hastily broke you from your thoughts as you glanced at the time: 3:15PM. Rushing to silence the alarm, you placed your cellphone onto the dining table, a low sigh leaving your lips as you rummaged through your tote bag, pushing your fingers past your laptop and textbooks, sifting to the bottom of the bag, before your fingers grabbed ahold of your pill bottle.

As much as you hated it, you knew that you needed these pills. Your bouts with anxiety and depression left you a shell of yourself, a worrisome mess who couldn’t stop herself from fling as if the world was about to cave in. Your movement towards the refrigerator being purely muscle memory and fluid as you swiftly placed the pill into your mouth, flushing it down your throat within seconds. You need this - you can despise it, but you need it.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, leaving the pill bottle to sit on the glass table as you glanced at the time once more.

It was now 3:17PM, and you couldn’t help but wonder about Richie. Did he like you? Was he busy at work? Was he thinking about you? Did he also resort to using the memory of your voice to bring him to an orgasmic bliss? God, you could only imagine how pathetic you’d look if he knew - if anyone knew of your lustful tryst.

Maybe you should text him, let him know that you were thinking of him … or would that be too much, too soon?

Sliding your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, you made your way to the bathroom, stopping still before your mirror as you too in your appearance. Your hair was slick and smooth, courtesy of the hair salon that sat around the corner of your apartment, your tired eyes lined with black eyeliner, lips tinted from the faded lipstick that you applied earlier that morning.

A part of you ached with anticipation as you allowed your mind to wander, once more.

What would Richie think, if he happened to see you in this very moment?

Biting your lip, you’d decided that you would text him, maybe tease him and remind the older man that last night was real, that you were real.

-

i’m still real btw

Richie exhaled out a smoke laced laugh as he read over your message. The small cigarette held between Richie’s long fingers secured in place as he leaned against the brick wall of the restaurant. Richie carefully tapped the small bunch of ashes off of the tip of his cigarette. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you. In fact, he found himself to be a bit calmer in the usually hostile environment of The Bear, his usually noisy psyche now just a bit quieter as it became preoccupied with the thought of you.

Richie ran his calloused hand over his shaven face, clearing his throat as he typed his reply back to you, before sliding his phone into the pocket of his black slacks.

good to know. last night felt like a fucking dream

Pushing himself off of the wall, Richie grabbed the suit jacket that hung over his shoulder, sliding his arms through the sleeves as he shrugged the jacket so sit comfortably over his body. The sound of the back door creaking caused the blue eyed man to glance over, a smile now tugging on his lips as he watched Tina, one of his most endeared coworkers exit the building.

“You heading out, T?” Richie called out, approaching the older woman as he pressed his cheek to hers with a kiss.

Tina warmly cupped her hand to Richie’s cheek, before pulling away with a huff, “Yeah, I have to go see my niece today, but you did good today, papa,” she consoled.

Richie opened his mouth to speak, the vibration of his phone hitting his leg as straightened his back, giving all of his attention to the woman before him.

“Shit, okay, uh - y’need a ride?” Richie offered, his fingers working to button the center of his ironed suit jacket.

Tina paused, pondering for a few seconds, before shaking her head with a thankful smile, “I should be good, Richie - thank you,” she politely declined.

“You sure?”

Tina laughs, proceeding to walk away from Richie, “I will see you tomorrow, Jeff.”

Richie watches closely as Tina walks away, a second vibration hitting his thigh causing his eyes to widen as he slid his hand into his pocket, “fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

it did. do you have time to it again tonight?

will have to be later though … i’m having company over :)

A small pang of jealous hit Richie’s chest, but was quickly diminished with a shake of his head. You’re not his, he barely fuckin’ knew you, not yet, at least. He really shouldn’t give a fuck who you have at your apartment, but there was still a small part of Richie that itched to know if it was another guy. Surely, you weren’t dumb enough to openly tell Richie about your plans, if it involved another man, but fuck, the dating scene these days was pretty brutal.

Richie hastily typed his response, the ounce of chill that he held onto throughout the duration of the day now dissipating as he stuffed his phone into his pocket, before entering the building and allowing the door to slam shut behind him.

have fun.

-

A swirl of anxiety ran rampant in your stomach as you read over Richie’s message - did you say something wrong? Your top set of teeth gnawed at the skin of your bottom lip as you rushed to respond. Maybe Richie wasn’t upset, maybe you were just overthinking those two words and adding a value to them that simply didn’t exist.

Deciding to leave the situation alone, you distracted yourself. Placing your headphones over your ears, you raised the volume to its maximum setting, before tidying random areas of your small apartment, despite it already being close to spotless. Whether it be shifting a random vase to sit at a different angle, or smoothing your hand over the pillows that decorated your hand-me-down sofa, you distracted yourself as much as you could.

So, you gave yourself two more tasks: make some coffee and change your clothes. Grabbing saucepan and a canister of Café Bustelo from your kitchen cabinet, you prepared the coffee, allowing the water to come to a boil before mixing in the coffee grounds. The strong scent of coffee filled your apartment as you made your way to your bedroom, quickly swapping out your jeans and long sleeve for a tank top and leggings that hugged your curves just right.

The sound of the front door unlocking jolted you as you ran your fingers through your hair, “give me one second!” You shouted, quickly spraying yourself with the nearest bottle of perfume that sat on your vanity.

“It smells good in here, mamita!” Your aunt called out from the living room, the jingle of her keys hitting your coffee table like music to your ears.

You quickly rushed out of your bedroom, the sight of the short, curly-haired woman whom you’ve been blessed to have as your guardian angel aunt bringing a smile to your lips. Tina's eyes widened with pride as her bright brown eyes took in your matured appearance - you hadn’t seen each other in about six months, six months that felt like six years.

Pulling you into a hug with a hum of joy, Tina pressed a kiss to your cheek, her eyes glazed with happiness as she pulled away slightly, giving herself another chance to take you in, “You look so good, mama, wow!” Your aunt cooed.

Wordlessly, you nodded, before pulling your aunt in for one more hug, “I missed you, titi.”

The two of you held each other for a beat, before Tina pulled away, setting her coat down onto the sofa, before making her way into the kitchen, “Café Bustelo? Somebody’s been following her aunt’s footsteps,” she teased.

“Of course, titi,” you smiled.

Tina grabbed two mugs from your dish rack, carefully pouring each of you a steaming cup of the pure caffeine. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as she nodded towards your dining table, setting the two mugs down side by side as you both took your respective seats.

You silently thanked your aunt with a nod, before bringing the hot mug to your lips, taking short sip of the steaming coffee, watching as Tina’s eyes fell on the pill bottle that remained on the dining table.

Tina pauses, setting her mug onto the table, “Everything’s okay?” She questioned.

“Yeah, everything’s okay.” You sighed.

-

Richie’s day went to shit, the moment he re-entered the renovated building. Maybe it was the fact that the measly three hours of sleep that he’d gotten had caught up with him, or, perhaps it was the fact that he’d given too much of a fuck about what a girl he hadn’t even met in person yet was doing at her apartment. Truth be told, it was both, but Richie would never admit to it - he had too much pride.

Now, Richie stood in front of the mirror in his dimly lit bathroom, his eyes low and jaw clenched as he aimlessly kept his eyes on the reflection before him. He needed sleep and he knew that better than anyone, his bloodshot eyes hung low while he stared, his mind teetering back and forth with whether or not he should give you the benefit of the doubt.

And so, he did. Deciding to break the tension, Richie reached for his phone, sending you a peace offering message.

-

The company of your aunt was much needed, you didn’t remember the last time you laughed this much, or even felt one-hundred percent safe. The two of you were currently recovering from a fit of uncontrollable laughter, thanks to an exaggerated recounting of a childhood memory, courtesy of Tina. Just as the two of you steadied you breathing, the hum of your cellphone vibrating against the dining table caused the both of you to glance at your phone.

You opened your mouth to speak, a blush creeping to your cheeks as you slid your phone towards you, Tina decides to push, “anyone special?”

You lick over your suddenly dry lips with a forced laugh, “uh, I’m not sure.”

Tina leans forward, cradling your face in her warm hands, “promise me that you’ll be careful, okay?” She spoke, her voice stern, yet still loving.

“I promise-”

“No, I mean it, querida. Don’t let any of these guys fuck with your heart, okay? You’re too good for that,” She continued, her eyes pleading with yours.

“I promise.” You confirm, more to yourself than to your aunt.

“Good,” she pulls away, standing from the table as she collects her coat from the couch, “well, I’m going to leave you to have some alone time,” Tina returns to you, pressing her lips to the top of your head.

“I love you, thank you for coming,” you mutter, a wave of sadness crashing over you as your aunt pulls away and makes her way towards the front door.

“I love you too, I’ll be back in a few days, okay mamita?” She calls out, blowing a kiss to you, “make sure to lock up!”

And with that, the front door closed shut, you walked towards the door, ensuring it was properly locked before making your way back to the dining table. A stray tear managed to slip down your cheek as you let out a shaky breath.

“Ugh, don’t cry,” you scolded yourself, wiping your tears with the sides of your index fingers as you reached for your phone.

didn’t meant to be such a fuckin dick

i’ll be awake if u wanna talk

-

Richie stood at his window, watching as random cop cars blared their sirens down the street. Dressed in a Chicago Bulls jersey and black track pants, Richie adjusted his gold chain to sit comfortably over his chest. It had been about ten minutes since he texted you, his mind wracking with theories on who it was you were seeing and what is was that you were doing when the blare of his ringtone brought him out of his thoughts.

Fuck, he didn’t realize you’d actually call him, let alone this fast.

Suddenly wound up with anticipation, Richie accepted your call, biting back the smile that threatened to pull on his face, once you came into view. You looked so fuckin’ pretty.

Richie remained silent, taking note of the smudged makeup that stained your eyes just right, the way that your previously curly hair from the night before had been straightened, he also noticed that your eyes were puffy, silently praying that he wasn’t the reason for your tears.

It was Richie who decided to speak first, “I, uh, I’m sorry about earlier,” he began, leaning against the window sill, “I barely fuckin’ slept and I just-”

“I couldn’t sleep, either.” Your voice cut in.

Shit, Richie could melt right where he stood. He’d give anything to hear your voice for hours on end. Richie was a greedy fuck, and he knew that, yet he just needed to hear more from you - he craved it.

“You couldn’t?” He questioned.

With a short nod, you answered, “yeah, I mean, it just took a lot for me to actually fall asleep, y’know?” You stammered nervously, leaving Richie to wonder what it actually took for you to go to sleep, and if it was the same thing that rewarded him with those three hours of rest.

“Sorry to hear that, sweetheart.”

-

Sweetheart. The way the word rolled off of Richie’s hellish tongue with was smooth and silky, it inched its way towards your core. You couldn’t help but smile at the simple, yet earnest choice of wording.

You noticed Richie’s eyes, their bloodshot state more intense than the previous night, yet you decided to change the subject, “I really hope that I didn’t make you upset earlier, I didn’t mean t-”

Richie huffed, “nah, I was just being a fuckin’ jagoff, please don’t even worry yourself about that, alright?”

You remained quiet.

Richie shifts the camera, clearing his throat, “why don’t you tell me about your day, yeah? I see your hair looks different.”

Richie searched for anything, anything to break you away from that newfound wall of shyness that you had, guarding yourself from him.

You were still miles away, the usually comfortable loneliness that filled your home, now suddenly becoming a bit too apparent to you, following your visit from your aunt.

Yet, you answered the blue eyed man, “I got my hair done today, thank you for noticing.” You smiled softly, not wanting to scare Richie off with your sudden influx of emotions.

-

Richie felt like shit, a total fuckin’ jagoff. In his mind, he was the reason for your quietness - he got overzealous, too greedy. He didn’t mean to push you away - he’s just played the game too many times, hell, he was married once and that failed, so could you blame him for his romance woes?

“Well, listen, I’m sorry, alright?” Richie began, “I’m pretty good at fuckin’ things up and I don’t want to do that with you-“

“Richie, I am not mad at you,” you quickly interjected, “it’s just - today has been a lot, and I guess it just caught up with me.”

Thank fucking god, Richie lets out breath that he wasn’t even aware that he was holding in.

“But, tell me about you, I want to hear about your day.” You asked, inching a bit closer to the camera.

“I dropped my daughter off at school this morning, then I was at the fuckin’ restaurant all day which was a fuckin’ mess - seemed like I’m the only one who keeps shit together at that fuckin’ place,” Richie rambled, completely lost in his on words that he didn’t even realize that you’d moved to your bed.

-

You’d grown fond of Richie’s voice - it was raw, his tone rough and blunt as he spoke every word with conviction. Hearing him drone on and on about his series of events lulled you into a peaceful trance as you blankly stared at the camera, half-awake.

It wasn’t until your eyelids grew heavy that Richie’s voice caused your eyes to open fully.

“You should get some sleep, sweetheart, I could talk to you to death some other time,” Richie teased, you’d assumed he’d made his way to his own bed by the sudden change of scenery.

“No, I’m awake, I promise,” you argued.

Richie shook his head, “and I’ll be around when you wake up and feel like talking again, I promise.”

As you both voiced your farewells for the night, you couldn’t help but smile as you gazed up at the ceiling of your bedroom, endlessly hoping that Richie would keep his promise. It was as of this very moment that you knew that it would only be a matter of time before your need for him wouldn’t be fulfilled by mere phone calls, but by physical touch.

-

Richie couldn’t help but smile, silently thanking the dark environment of his bedroom for concealing his slip-up, “this fuckin’ girl,” he exhaled, allowing his eyes to flutter close.

He needed more of you. Fuck that, he ached for more of you - he’s a 45 year old man who knows what he wants and you’re slowly becoming more apparent in those plans. He had no time to waste, despite today’s minor setback - Richie had turned over a new leaf and was working on doing better being better for the restaurant. Slowly working on being more present for his daughter - and being less of a bitter jagoff to those he cared about most.

So that settled things into finality, for Richie. He needed to see you, to see if you’d be any different. in a face-to-face proximity. The thought of asking you on a date terrified him, his previous unsuccessful attempts now ringing in the back of his mind as he unlocked his phone.

Richie rushed to call you once again - quickly glancing at the time on his alarm clock: 9:23PM, Richie raised his phone to his ear, allowing it to ring, before he could pussy-out.

-

The shrill of your ringtone filled your ears, ripping you out of your light sleep as looked at your phone screen through squinted eyes - it was Richie.

Accepting the call, you brought your phone to your ear, “hi, Richie,” you spoke, your voice raspy from your short lap of rest.

“Hi, I know you’re sleeping, but, uh, I just wanted to ask you somethin’,” Richie huffed.

“Okay.”

“Okay, uh, I was thinking that maybe I could take you out to dinner one of these days,” Richie, began, his nervous stammers bringing a smile to your face, “y’know it doesn’t have to be too fancy, unless you’re into that, fuck, uh-”

With a laugh, you interrupted, “I’d love to go out for dinner, Richie.”

“Okay, yeah, yeah- uh, how about Friday?” He questioned, facepalming himself on the other side of the phone.

“Friday works for me.”

“Alright, I’ll pick you up, just send me your, uh, your address and we’ll sort the rest out … tomorrow?”

“Yes, Richie.” You agreed, your stomach flipping with an anxious excitement as you licked over your lips.

The two of you exchanged a round of awkward nervous goodbyes before you hung up for the night. It would be four days from now. Four days until you’d stand in the same room as Richie, breathe in the same air as him. Four days until you’d see whether or not your chemistry would exceed the confines of your cellphones.

The excitement was tantalizing, the slight fear that bit at you just adding the to delicious wave of anticipation that washed over you.

Four days. Four days and you would have all of the answers you’d need to see if it would be worth it to keep this affair going. Lord knows, you wanted it to keep going. Maybe you were just as greedy as the older man with tired blue eyes that had come to plague your mind.

You’d just wished that those four days would come and go fast enough.

-

that’s it for part 2 of this series - sorry if its a bit long, i was just really excited to explore the characters a bit just to give them some background lol <3 thank you for the much appreciated support on part 1, i can’t wait to publish part 3!

[dreadwedge]

Sandra

6 Miles Away. 33 Years Old. Bisexual Woman. Electrical Engineer. Night Owl. Education: Cambridge University. Children: No. Dogs: Yes. Cats: Yes. Centipedes: Yes. Relationship Type: Ethical Monogamy. Laugh Type: Hee Hee Hee. Snore Type: Pshh Mimimimimi. Ogle Type: Awooga. Alchohol: Sometimes. Marijuana: Yes. Cigarettes: No. Cigars: On Special Occasions. Cigarillos: Yes. Ketamine: With Gusto. Adderall: As Prescribed. Longitude: 27.9517° N. Latitude: 82.4588° W. Attitude: Plucky. Platitude: "Nobody's Perfect". Credit Score: 518. True-Shooting Percentage: 58% From The Floor. Sum of Best Segments (Super Mario Odyssey): 55m 16s. Erdos Number: 4. Kinsey Number: 3. Social Security Number: 582 49 1338. Love Language: Yiddish. Cup Size: Martini Glass. Cause of Death: TBD. Threat Level: Orange.

My Hobbies Include Books and Television Programs

[ssokkasmoon]

Could you do headcanons for aang when reader gets prescribed glasses and they feel a bit insecure about wearing them?

ALSO!!YOUR WRITING IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE

Thank you so much!🎀 hope you like it

AANG WHEN READER IS INSECURE ABOUT WEARING GLASSES~

(He's aged up)

Aang thinks the glasses look cute on you. He always tells you how much he likes them and that they suit you well.

Whenever you take your glasses off because you feel insecure, he pouts and says "Put them back on, I miss seeing your eyes through the glasses."

Aang glares at anyone who teases or makes comments about the glasses ,upsetting you.

Might tease that person if they continue bothering you, saying things like "I think they're just jealous of how good you look!"

He gives you lots of compliments like "You're so beautiful/handsome/cute, the glasses just make your face even better." He thinks that you have nothing to be self-conscious about.

Extra hugs, kisses and affection whenever you feel down. Aang wants you to know that you are perfect just as you are.

Bonus scenario ~

As usual, Aang and you were spending some quiet time alone together in his bedroom. You were laying on his bed reading book while he was practicing on some of his new moves, But he found it hard to pay attention when you were there resting there on his bed.

He'd been staring at you adoringly for so long that you finally glanced over and caught him. "What?" You asked in your usual indifferent tone. "Nothing," he replied with a charming smile. But then a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. Before you could react, he reached over and deftly plucked the glasses from your face.

"Aang, what are you doing?" You protested as he swiftly put them on himself. "Hmm, not bad!" He turned to admire his reflection in the mirror. "Do I look as good in them as you?"

You rolled her your but Aang could tell you were about to smile . "Of course not. Now give them back."

"Make me," he teased with a wink. Knowing it would further rile you up, he leaned back casually against the headboard, legs stretched out, as if to say he wasn't planning on moving. You huffed in annoyance and lunged at him. But he was too quick. He grabbed your wrists to stop your attack while keeping the glasses securely on his face. You two wrestled playfully for a bit until you gave up with a glare.

Smirking in victory, Aang gently took off the glasses. He placed them back on your face himself, letting his fingers linger softly on your skin. "Here ,You look way better in them anyway, I promise," he whispered making your face flush red.

© 2024 ssokkasmoon

[octaviasdread]

Dead Poet Date Hc's

Anderperry - Chased by Walt Whiskers

When Todd's publisher demands that he use social media, his manager, Ginny, couldn't have envisioned this.

Accidental sweater thirst traps aside, it's Walt Whiskers driving Todd's media engagement. It's Walt Whiskers who guest stars at his poetry readings, and it's Walt Whiskers who Ginny hires a social media manager for.

Who knew his anxiety aid could be such a traitor?

Because when Todd meets Neil his life goes to shit.

Working in media had, of course, given Todd the expectation that his cat's manager would be attractive. Todd can work with attractive. He can ignore attractive, usually.

But nothing about Neil is normal. He's tall, extroverted, and a Shakespearean actor to boot.

He's not arrogant, gym-obsessed, or suppressing the temper of a stage mom. Neil is a regular guy so in love with his poorly paid job that he decimates his sleep schedule and runs ragged to pay his rent by managing the city's theatre socials.

So Ginny, like any good friend, ropes Neil in before her boss at Todd’s publishing house even finishes the call.

Unfortunately, Todd is a homebody. He is a poet with a Wikipedia page branding him a 'recluse,' and the thing about influencers is they have to exist outside.

Ginny compromises at first. Every shoot is scheduled in darkened, private spaces.

Todd watches each time as Neil's brows raise in perfect, incredulous arcs. He doesn't comment. Instead, Neil hoists Walt onto one of his ridiculously high hips and takes a walk to 'check the light.'

Todd's lungs expand.

To Neil's credit, he tries. Todd finds indoor photoshoots awkward enough as he poses with his lacklustre smile, torn notebooks, and Walt Whiskers perching irritably on his lap.

The outdoor shoots are worse.

"Poetry is supposed to stir you up!" Neil's voice projects through Central Park as he gesticulates wildly. "You look as stirred up as a cesspool."

"I'm not like you."

"Don't you think you could be? People listen to your words, Todd. Now let them meet you."

"I thought you were here for Walt."

Neil rolls his eyes, "you are Walt, dummy. Come on, let's break for coffee."

So they order drinks and commiserate through quotes, exchanging words from Tennessee Williams and Kafka until Todd is comfortable enough to allude to his own.

And when Todd isn't looking, Neil gets the Instagram reel. It's the perfect shot of Walt Whiskers wearing Neil's glasses as he slowly blinks at Todd quoting from his supposedly 'aesthetic,' ink-stained notebook.

With a trendy sound bite, the post explodes.

Todd's latest book flies off the shelves. So naturally, Ginny hauls them into her office to talk strategy.

Strategy, in Ginny's world, translates to valentine date.

"It's logic," Ginny dismisses. Tinny music pours from the speakers as the Hudson River Company keeps her cell phone on hold. "Your latest collection is called, Tides of Love, Todd. I'd be an idiot not to set up a romantic dinner cruise for PR.”

"I'm not sitting there with my cat." Todd turns and appeals to Neil for help. "Tell her what people will think."

Neil opens his mouth, but Ginny cuts him off.

"No." She shoots a firm look at them both. "I know for a fact that neither of you have valentines plans. Take the cat together and secure us a bestseller."

They take the cat.

Todd spends all night pulling at his tux. Walt has no such reservations with his mini paw-printed bowtie. Instead, the damn cat has every waitress sneaking chicken under the perfectly pressed tablecloth.

If he were a better pet owner, Todd would've noticed. In a better world, Todd would've stuck to the no-chicken diet Walt's vet prescribed. But in this world, his cat's manager is wearing a tux.

Neil could be a Hollywood star sitting there under candlelight. With the wine in his head and the river waves in his stomach, Todd wants to take Tides of Love and write it anew.

But he doesn't.

Todd pokes at his Michelin star meal. It may be pathetic, but valentines are valentines no matter how fake.

He crumples a napkin and drops it over the camera lens.

There are no witnesses when Neil pets Walt, his long, delicate fingers brushing Todd's own. Nobody shares how they linger, how they curve, almost taking Todd's hand to hold.

And when Neil makes a determined and tipsy climb up the deck, Todd doesn't turn, doesn't direct his stare away. He finds himself laughing and scrambling to race against Neil's impossibly long legs. With a fire inside, Todd snatches up the lookout post, throwing drunken taunts out in his wake.

With flushed cheeks and Walt warm in his arms, Todd isn't a tentative poet or a hermit half in early retirement. He's Jack flying high through the clouds. He's bold and he's reckless in his dreams, and in his love for a Shakespearean Rose.

Like every ship, Cupid's Arrow sweeps Todd happily into the deep.

It's only with his hangover the inevitable sinking begins. His iceberg is the size of date night floating up his fyp with over 20,000 hits.

A heart-shaped button has never cut so deep.

But with engagement comes sales and not one, but two, NY Times bestsellers, so the poet and media manager keep taking Walt on contracted dates.

Cafes roll into museums, picnic dates, and late-night Broadway shoots.

Walt poses while Neil charms and draws Todd closer and closer into their extroverted orbit.

By April, Todd's poems hang from the walls backstage at Circle in the Square. He walks between frames correcting and composing while Walt scurries beneath seats, and sniffs for wet food pouches stashed under stacks of Neil's scripts.

It's a routine, Todd tells himself. It's enrichment to exercise Walt. It's his typewriter stored as a video prop amongst the leafy crowns and Yorick skulls at home in Neil's dressing room.

It's this home the poet follows, each purr and smile like catnip until he finds himself curling up during rehearsals behind painted, woodland sets. His poems layer across the orchestra, snatches of Neil's soliloquy, and the beat of paws on wood as Todd opens his words and world to TikTok Live.

With these unique readings come sponsors, and with sponsors come trips.

As spring creeps in, Ginny packs them off on a brand deal supplying a '57 Chevrolet Corvette for the road Coney Island.

They shoot Walt in the driver's seat like a city-dwelling Grace Kelly in sunglasses and a scarf. In a second snap, Neil lounges on the red bonnet in a line of Times Square traffic, and Todd is blurrily backlit by Battery Tunnel in a final car shot, the winning polaroid cover for his upcoming collection, Epigraphs for Nostalgia.

The road to true love has never felt so smooth.

Todd knows it can’t last, but he clings to this day straight from the brand’s vintage guide to teenage dates.

Roll after roll fills with charmingly juvenile snaps.

They wave from Deno’s Wonder Wheel. Product placement smears Coney Cone's ice cream over Walt's nose, while Neil and Todd squabble over film and notebook sheets which fly loose to scatter like snow on the boardwalk.

"I told you," Neil whoops, "those dead drafts want to fly!"

Chastened by staff, but thrilled with the candid, self-timer snaps, the poet and media manager take one more shot.

"Come on," Todd grumbles, wrestling Walt into an admittedly dingy photo booth. "You can't take care of yourself."

Walt meows in protest. But the curtain falls and traps both man and cat as Neil slides onto the bench.

Flash. Walt pressed nose to nose with Todd. Flash. Todd squawks while Neil howls at the ice cream Walt smears on Todd's nose. Flash. Walt leaps and Neil dives into Todd's lap in an effort to catch the escaping cat. Ding!

Pink hearts float in bubble letters like cotton candy across the screen: Kisscam Count.

Descending digits blink in and out.

Three.

The poet freezes. His cat's media manager glances up, his body still sprawled across the poet's lap.

Two.

Neil inhales.

One.

The final lines of Epigraph for Nostalgia linger on the seam of Todd's lips.

“Carpe Diem," he mutters.

There's a flicker.

An image appears of an Instagram crashing kiss.

[katedrakeohd]

Heartstopper (Part 4)

Masterlist

Rated: PG for swearing.

Cast: King Nicholas, Drake Walker, Bastien Lykel, Olivia Nevrakis, various members of the Royal Court.

Word Count: 4160

Tagging: @tessa-liam @sazanes @rafasgirl23415 @nestledonthaveone @choicesficwriterscreations @lizzybeth1986 @kingliam2019 @lovingchoices14

Drake was released from the hospital at 5:30 the next morning. He checked in at the nurse's station to fill in the gaps in Kate's information and listed himself as her next of kin. He stressed that she was to have no visitors other than himself or King Nicholas, and asked that a hospital security guard keep watch over her until she had recovered enough to be released.

Drake took a deep breath of fresh air as he left the hospital building. The pain in his chest had subsided, and he had been prescribed a rescue inhaler just in case he had any lingering cough or shortness of breath. He was also given a bottle of water to sip on and some medicated throat lozenges to combat the dryness in his throat. The nurse advised him to rest his voice as much as possible. But he couldn't see that happening, because he was anxious to talk to Nicholas about what was going on.

As he walked over to the silver sedan that he'd "borrowed" the night before, he noticed the yellow slip of paper tucked under the windshield wiper. A parking ticket.

Pulling it out from where it was tucked against the glass, he shook his head as he saw Officer Turner's signature on it, and then crumpled it up and stuffed it into his pocket. When he’d arrived at the emergency department the night before, the parking lot had been full and he abandoned the car at the curb.

His clothes reeked of smoke and he was desperate for a shower. But first he had to check in with Nicholas and find out what his next moves were as Kate's bodyguard. He couldn't just hang around at the hospital and wait for her to be released, because he’d just be in the way. He couldn't keep the Ambassador’s car much longer either, because even with Nicholas giving him spoken permission to do whatever he wanted in his pursuit of Kate, that wouldn't hold up very long if the Ambassador decided to press charges.

He got into the Audi and started it up for his drive back to the Palace. Linking his phone to the car's  bluetooth gave him the benefit of talking hands free and he dialed the new phone number that Nicholas had used. He wasn't surprised that the King was awake at such an early hour.

"Hello?" Nicholas said, sounding tired.

Drake checked over his shoulder and then did a U-turn in the hospital driveway. "Good morning, Your Majesty," Drake replied, his own voice a little rough.

Nicholas sighed with relief, "It's good to hear your voice, such as it is. Are you on your way home?"

Drake turned left, speeding up to match the flow of the traffic. "Yes,"

He coughed, and then continued. "I'm a little dry, after being on oxygen for a while. Swallowing all that greasy smoke didn't help me either. I'm going to be fine, by the way. But, yeah. I'm on my way home."

"And Kate's status?"

"When I left she was still sedated, but the doctor said that the amount of mucus in her lungs is responding to the medication. She's being monitored closely for infection and is on antibiotics. She's not totally out of the woods yet, but she's strong and otherwise healthy and should make a full recovery." Drake said, feeling optimistic.

"Good, good... I'm so glad she's going to be okay." Nicholas replied, and Drake could hear the smile in his voice. "Once you get home and cleaned up, we need to meet and discuss what our next steps are.  Would 10am be good for you?"

Drake checked the time on the car's console, 5:45.. "That works for me. We can meet in my room. Send me a text when you're on your way, just in case I doze off or something. The drugs they gave me were great and all, but the environment wasn't exactly quiet enough to give me much sleep."

"Do you want me to bring you some breakfast?" Nicholas asked.

"I'm not sure what I can comfortably swallow right now. So I can see my breakfast being water and cough drops. I'll figure out lunch later. Thanks for offering though." Drake struggled to reply, reaching for his bottle of water to take a sip. His voice was getting weaker by the moment.

"I'll let you go for now. Preserve what voice you have left for our talk later. Park the Ambassador's car in the fleet garage when you get here, please."

"Understood," Drake whispered, and then hung up.

....

Nicholas sat on the edge of his bed looking down at the phone in his hand. So far the only people who knew he had it were Drake and the friend who had given it to him. He’d been warned by that friend to keep the phone's list of contacts to a minimum. There was no point of having a secret phone for sharing secret information if everyone knew you were using it. He needed some advice to help him make sense of the mess he was in. Drake was barely in the loop as it was, and he wasn't sure how much he could trust Bastien.

He needed help from someone outside the Palace who he could trust, someone who knew the inner workings of Crown politics as well as he did. He knew who to call, but given how last night's Coronation had ended, he wasn't sure how receptive she’d be to talking to him.

With a deep feeling of apprehension he punched in her phone number from memory, and hoped that the unfamiliar number he was using wasn't going to be ignored. The dial tone repeated in his ear and he waited for the inevitable voicemail interruption. But he should have known better. Olivia Nevrakis didn't use anything as conventional as voicemail. She either answered her phone or ignored you.

Her angry voice was full of impatience when she finally answered, “Hello?..Who the fuck is this? You better not be some spineless paparazzi scum or I’ll…”

Nicholas interrupted, hoping the amused smirk on his face didn't come across in his words, “Relax, Red. It's just me.”

There was a brief pause and Nicholas imagined her looking at the unfamiliar number on her screen with an angry frown, “Nick? You have some nerve calling me this early in the morning.”

He scrubbed at the bristly stubble on his cheek, trying a more polite approach. “Sorry. Good morning, Duchess.”

Olivia huffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “No, don't you suddenly Duchess me, Your Majesty.  What's with the weird phone number? You called me Red.… You haven't used that nickname for years.”  There was a pause and then her voice softened with concern. “Wait. Did something happen to you? Whose phone are you using?”

Nicholas heaved a deep sigh, “The phone you gave me. Remember months ago you secretly slipped it into my pocket at your estate, after you so publicly kissed me on the dancefloor? You said that if I was ever in a position to need your help, to activate it…well that day has come.”

There was a long pause on the end of the phone line, and Nicholas imagined Olivia being deep in thought. He wasn't sure what he was going to get from her next, a barrage of sarcastic gloating and ‘I told you so’ or genuine friendly concern. In the end he got a mixture of both.

“Oh. Now that you've got yourself accidentally hitched to the icy Countess of Fydelia, you suddenly turn to the Duchess of Lythikos for help. I warned you about that insidious family a long time ago. It amazes me that you've survived living with that snake Regina for all these years. No doubt Madeleine is beside herself with triumph too."

"Honestly, Nick.  After last night I don't blame you for feeling heartbroken and miserable. Thanks to that silly tabloid story, your American sweetheart has been blacklisted and likely shipped back to New York as well. I’m surprised you're coherently sober this morning.”

Nicholas allowed himself a grim smile. Olivia could never be accused of sugar coating the truth. “I suppose I deserved some of that snark, but actually Kate is still here. Her SUV crashed on the way to the airport and she's in the hospital..”

“Jesus, Nick…”

“But luckily Drake was following them and helped get her out of the vehicle.” Nicholas continued.

“Of course he did..” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Liv..,” he warned.

“Sorry..sorry. At least that ridiculous drunken oaf wasn't the one driving the SUV. Although it had crossed my mind when you mentioned the crash.”

“Seriously, Liv! That's uncalled for. Even from you. I know you and Drake don't get along, but that's a low blow.” Nicholas replied incredulously.

Olivia sighed, “Forgive me, it's stupid early in the morning and I haven't had my coffee yet. After leaving the Coronation early last night, I spent the rest of my night working my way down to the bottom of a bottle of wine.  So.... Kate's in the hospital and Drake's been playing hero like the loyal dog that he is. What do you need me for?”

“Over the past few months, there have been threatening letters sent to my office. Some of them contained photos….”

“That's nothing new,” Olivia interrupted. “As a famous person with great authority, with every two pieces of fan mail that sing your praises you're bound to get some hate mail too.”

“Yes..yes, I know. But what if the SUV crash wasn't an accident? Some of the threatening letters had Kate's pictures in them too. What if Kate was a target? Would someone hurt her to get back at me?”

“I know the social season was competitive amongst us Royal Suitors, but I hope you don't think I would deliberately target her. Or one of the other women? Would Madeleine stoop that low? The tabloid story was damaging enough for Kate. Whether it's true or not.”

“I have no doubts about your loyalty to me, Olivia. Or Drake's either. Bastien I'm on the fence over, though. I already know that Madeleine and Regina were working together to keep Madeleine as a frontrunner in the competition for Queen. They're related after all. But going back to that insidious Amaranth family reputation you mentioned, I need to know just how deep the corruption goes.”

“I’ve been keeping files on Fydelia and Krona for years. Do you want me to do some more digging for you?” Olivia replied excitedly.

“Please. But as discreetly as possible. Are you back home in Lythikos already?”

“No, I’m still in the capital. After leaving the Palace last night I checked into a hotel to drown my sorrows with a bottle of your wine. I plan on returning home today.” she said.

“I hope you stole a bottle of the good stuff.” He chuckled.

“Naturally.” She replied. “It was from your Coronation gala.”

“What hotel are you staying in? I want to talk in person before you go back. I can show you the threatening letters and photos I received too.”

“The Victoire on Fenton Street. Call me when you get here and I'll meet you in the lobby.”

“Excellent. Thanks, Liv. I've missed our talks. See you in a few hours.”

“Mmmhmm,” she replied, and then hung up.

Olivia and Drake were so much alike it was comical sometimes. Although they would both vehemently deny it. Nicholas wondered how they were going to behave when they found out they were going to be working together.

….

Nicholas sat at the head of the breakfast table feeling totally alone, although the room was full of members of his royal court. All familiar faces, but not a true friend or ally amongst them. Madeleine sat to his left and Regina on his right. Kiara Theron and her brother Ezekiel, Penelope Ebrim and her mother Emmeline filled out the other chairs. The room was full of conversation surrounding last night's Coronation and the upcoming Royal Engagement Tour.

Nobody was talking to him, and he was fine with that. The people he really wanted to chat with over tea and toast were absent. Kate, Drake, Hana, Maxwell, Olivia and Bertrand. The few people he felt were on his side. As far as he knew, Bertrand and Maxwell were still in custody of the Royal Guard. Drake was likely still sleeping after his harrowing night out. Poor Kate was fighting for her life in hospital. Hana had left Cordonia three days ago to go home to China after receiving word of her mother's cancer diagnosis. And Olivia. At least he’d spoken to her today.

He knew that Bastien was stationed outside the breakfast room, and that gave him a little bit of comfort. Setting his empty teacup down on the saucer he reached into the pocket of his jacket for his phone. His personal one. He was aware of Madeleine's eyes briefly cutting towards him, but he ignored her and then looked back down at his screen to unlock it. He picked up Bastien from his onscreen contacts and tapped out a quick message.

We need to talk, alone. Give me a reason to leave breakfast early.

A few seconds later his phone vibrated with a response.

That's all the reason you need, Sire.  Library, two minutes?

Nicholas answered back, Thank-you.

He tucked his phone away in his pocket and then straightened his jacket and sat back in his seat. Madeleine reached out to place her hand on his arm.

“Something wrong, Dear?” she asked quietly. The fake smile on her lips was a direct contrast to the stern look in her eyes.

He casually brushed his hand down his sleeve and then she quickly pulled hers away. “Nothing to be concerned about, just checking in with Bastien. If you’ll excuse me..”

Placing his hands on the table he stood up and pushed his chair back. All eyes turned to look his way as the conversation stopped. He addressed everyone, “Thank-you all for sharing breakfast with me this morning. But I have a meeting to get to.”

He nodded to Regina as he passed her chair and felt everyone's eyes on his back as he approached the door. He paused as a servant opened the door for him, and then glanced toward the security guard from the corner of the room who stepped forward to escort him. Nicholas waved him off with a shake of his head and then stepped out into the hall. When the door closed behind him he breathed a sigh of relief. Bastien wasn't at his post by the door, but James was.

“Sir.” He spoke up, standing up straight from where he’d been leaning against the wall. “Do you require an escort?”

Nicholas shook his head, giving him a smile, “At ease, James. I'm meeting Bas in the library. I'm pretty sure I can get there on my own.”

“Understood.” James nodded.

Nicholas heard James speak quietly into his radio as he turned right to enter the hallway. “He's on his way.”

Unbuttoning his suit jacket and stuffing his hands into his pockets, Nicholas made his way down the familiar corridor, the soft carpet muting his steps as he went.  He looked up at the wall of regal portraits, as usual, as he went through the gallery. He stopped at the painting of his father and his mother. They both looked so youthful and vibrant, as if they could just step out of the past. Constantine, so stoic and stern, wore an imperious commanding expression. Eleanor, fair haired like himself, was smiling and angelic in comparison. His heart ached for her, and he longed to hear her kind voice again. It astonished him to think that nearly twenty years had passed since she'd died. He could really use her advice right now. He wondered what she'd say to the adult Nicholas she never knew.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Bastien had been kept waiting long enough. He would have to settle for the counsel of his head of security for now. Nicholas had been King of Cordonia for less than a day, but had years of courtly training ingrained into his character by this point. Although he hadn't talked with his father in over a week, his voice rang clearly in his memory. It reminded him of who he was and how the fate of his country was now his responsibility. Now that Constantine was in no position to give orders, he needed to establish with Bastien where the hierarchy of power lay moving forward. And it no longer began and ended with Regina.

Resuming his walk to the Library, he quickened his pace, feeling a rush of adrenaline spurring him forward.

…

Bastien Lykel stood in the library, looking out through the open doorway and into the dimly lit ballroom across the hall. He glanced at his watch. I should have given the King a longer interval of time. It's already been four minutes since I've left my post.  He was reaching into his pocket for his phone again when he heard the echo of footsteps coming down the hall. He straightened his posture and stood at attention as he saw Nicholas breeze in through the doorway. He watched the King turn and pull each of the double doors closed. There was a resounding echo as the heavy wood of each door connected, sealing them into the cavernous space.

Nicholas sighed, slightly out of breath, as he leaned back against the door with relief.

“Good morning, Bastien.”

“You wanted to speak to me, Sire?” Bastien replied.

Nicholas smirked, rubbing at his jaw. “Please, Bastien. You've known me my whole life. I'm not your father, and I'm definitely not my father either. 'Sire' isn't my style.  Going forward, ‘Sir’ when we're alone. Or I suppose ‘Your Majesty’ while we're in the presence of the court is fine.”

Bastien nodded, “As you wish, Sir.”

“Bear with me, please. I'm new at this." Nicholas began to pace nervously as he tried to organize his thoughts.

"Something on your mind, Sir?"

Nicholas stopped, and then leaned back against the end of a bookshelf. "Yes. I've noticed that since we returned from Applewood, there are new faces among the security staff. Why? Who hired them?"

"Countess Madeleine has brought guards with her from Fydelia. Plus, Queen Regina has dipped into the staffing pool and shuffled some of the guards between Applewood and the Palace."

Nicholas crossed his arms with a frown, "Did she explain why she did this all of a sudden?"

"As Head of Household a shuffling of staff is something she's done periodically for years."

“Oh, I see. I'm assuming the two guards who abducted Kate last night must have been two of Madeleine's then.”

Bastien blinked with surprise, then frowned. “Abducted? No, they were supposed to escort her to the airport.”

“I saw them lead her across the courtyard. They didn't escort her, but rather forcefully pulled her along by the arm. When she resisted getting into the vehicle, she was struck and then roughly shoved into the backseat. They treated her like a damned criminal. She didn't deserve that. The photos taken of her and Tariq at Applewood were clearly a setup meant to smear her reputation.”

Bastien looked down at the floor. “She wasn't supposed to be harmed,” he said quietly.

“Harmed? The bastards nearly killed her!” Nicholas shouted. His voice echoed in the stillness of the large room and Bastien flinched.

The captain of the guard looked up into Nicholas’s angry face. “A police officer informed me that there had been an accident involving one of our SUVs and that the victims had been taken to hospital. He wanted to know if I could identify the occupants. He didn't tell me about Kate’s condition, but he said that Drake had been attempting a rescue when the emergency vehicles arrived on scene.”

“He told me about it.”

“The police officer?” Bastien asked.

“No, Drake did.” Nicholas replied.

“I should talk to him too. Is he here, or at the hospital with Ms. Darling?”

“He's been treated and released. But no, I don't want you talking to him about the accident. I sent him after her, not you. He’s not one of your guards, so he's not under your command.” Nicholas insisted.

“But he stole the Ambassador’s car. That's breaking the law. He needs to be punished for that.”

“There was no time for him to politely ask to borrow a vehicle. He didn't have keys to one of our fleet vehicles either. I gave him permission to use whatever means necessary to go after that SUV. I saw what those guards did to her and feared for her life. Knowing now that the vehicle they were driving crashed with her in it, doesn't that put them more at fault than Drake?”

Bastien shrugged, “I don't know. You said that you had given him permission to use whatever means necessary. How do we know he didn't run them off the road?”

Nicholas gaped at him, “We both know Drake would never do such a thing. Especially with Kate inside. I expected him to intercept and neutralize the guards at the airport and then usher her to safety.”

“Well the guards were certainly neutralized. I contacted the hospital and they informed me that they'd died. I was politely informed that the female occupant was to have no unauthorized visitors, and they weren't disclosing her condition to anyone besides her next of kin.” Bastien said. “Was that your idea?”

“More or less. I told Drake to keep watch over her while he was at the hospital. The rest he arranged on his own. Who else knows that Kate didn't get on that plane to New York?”

“Well the guards that were waiting for her at the airport know, of course. But they were sent there by me. They reported back to me that the SUV they were expecting hadn't arrived, and that the flight had left.”

“I certainly didn't order her deportation. So who did? And don't say it was my father. He's too ill to pass along any orders.” Nicholas demanded.

“Fletcher contacted me and said that incriminating photos had been leaked to a tabloid. The details of those photos would reflect badly on you, and could have influenced your decision last night. He informed Queen Regina, and then the order was passed along to me. I was told that if the photos happened to go public, that I was to arrange Kate Darling’s removal from the country.”

Nicholas sighed, looking down at the floor. He could still remember the offensive words that Regina had said to him about Kate. And the triumphant look on her face as she’d said them. He couldn't fault Bastien for following her orders. “Well, did you report back to Queen Regina that Kate didn't get on that plane?”

“No, I didn't.” Bastien answered with a grin.

Nicholas shook his head in disbelief, “Really?”

“As far as she's concerned, Kate Darling has been sent home.”

“Good, and I don't want her to know any different. The fewer people that know about Kate’s whereabouts the better. Tell nobody, especially not Countess Madeleine. When Kate's well enough to leave the hospital, I'm entrusting her to Drake’s care. He doesn't know it yet, though.”

Bastien chuckled, “Do you think that's wise? I know he's your best friend and all, and I've known him since he was a child, but for what purpose do you want him to keep Kate?”

“I love her, Bastien. And if it weren't for those photos and the story made up to go with them, I was going to propose to her. I already know that she would have said yes. I'll begrudgingly go along with Madeleine on this Engagement Tour, and show the world the King I can be. I need to give the false impression that I've rejected Kate, and I hope the media coverage of the tour outshines what the tabloid said about her.”

Bastien looked skeptical. “So you're going to do the tour, and then do what when it ends…marry the Countess anyway? Or Invoke your right to change your mind and marry Kate instead? Why bother to go through with the tour at all?"”

“Between the time needed to make arrangements and then complete the tour itself, we’re talking several weeks. That should give us plenty of time to find out who took the photos and restore Kate's reputation.”

Bastien nodded. "And hopefully keep her actual whereabouts a secret until then."

"Yes, and if Madeleine is with me the whole time I can keep her suitably distracted. If I can charm her into believing she's getting exactly what she wants, it will be all the more satisfying when I take it all away," Nicholas said.

[saywhatjessie]

Charming as an Eel

Advent Calendar Day 20! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Christmas Tree | Secret Identity | Lost Bet Fandom: House - Pairing: Hilson 1k[Ao3]

Thirteen found House on the second floor of the atrium, leaning his elbows on the balcony railing, a glass of eggnog in his hand clasped between his hands. Like a real glass. There was a cinnamon stick poking out of it.

“There you are,” Thirteen started with irritated relief. “Look, the tests came back–”

“Shh shh shh shh!” House started, holding out a finger to her, looking down on the lobby below. “Not right now.”

Thirteen scoffed. “If you’re gonna poor eggnog on someone, that’s a pretty lame prank.”

“Tt,” House said. “Waste of alcohol. And this is for me, anyway. Momma needs a drink with her stories.”

Thirteen scrunched her nose at House calling himself Momma but approached the railing, looking over with him. 

“Gossip mill tell you there’d be drama?” Thirteen guessed. “Christmas party’s tonight, there’s gotta be some surgical intern who brown-nosed too close to the sun.”

House snorted. “Probably. But that’s not what the TV Guide has scheduled for this slot.”

Thirteen hummed, scanning over the lobby. Sure, she had a minute. The patient could keep for whatever this was.

She mirrored House’s posture, her elbows on the railing, and reached for his glass so she could steal a sip. He let her have it, amused even if Thirteen wasn’t looking at him.

She pursed her lips in pleasant surprise at the taste. “Good ‘nog.”

“It was one my conditions,” House said, recovering his glass. “It’s never as good when I make it.”

“Which means Wilson lost a bet,” Thirteen said, a smile spreading on her face. “And had to make you one of his housewifey recipes to drink while you watch him commit whatever humiliation you could think of.”

House just hummed in approval, sipping his eggnog. Thirteen slid her eyes over to see his amused smile. his eyes bright with wicked glee and also with the deep love for Wilson he could never quite hide completely.

She bumped him with her elbow, extending her hand toward the glass. “Lemme get another hit.”

He snorted but passed her the glass.

While they waited, Thirteen did actually get around to telling him about the test results, and House didn’t seem surprised by any of it. He waved them away, reasoned out why his current diagnosis was still the frontrunner but he’d let Taub continue to do tests while the drugs he prescribed worked it out. Pretty easy work for now, all things considered.

They abruptly stopped their hypotheticals exchange when a commotion went up from the back of the lobby, directly underneath them.

Thirteen looked down to see something green and furry in a Santa suit come running through the atrium, making straight for the decorative tree at the front.

“No…” she started.

“Mhmm,” House said, taking another big sip of his eggnog in satisfaction.

When Wilson got his hands on the tree, he turned to look up at the balcony, his green face immediately going sour when his eyes locked on House. House lifted his glass at him.

“He’s really not doing much to conceal his identity,” Thirteen noted.

“He refused to let me do his prosthetics,” House lamented. “Didn’t trust me with spirit gum near his face.”

Thirteen nodded, shrugging her mouth. “Probably for the best.”

“E tu, brute?”

Wilson had turned his attention from them and started trying to gently but quickly dislodge the tree.

The front receptionists had started calling out to him, but no one had called for security yet. Thirteen thought she heard one of them tell someone to fetch Cuddy. Which was probably the better call for this moment but kind of spoke to how fucked up this hospital was.

Wilson managed to get the tree base dislodged from the skirt and surrounding fake presents but forgot to unplug it. He went to run and immediately got tugged back by the wire.

“Oooh.” Thirteen sucked air in through her teeth. “That’s gonna cost him some time.”

“And here comes the ref with the flag on the play,” House said, jerking his chin toward Cuddy’s office.

Cuddy came out, taking in the situation – Wilson, still wrestling with the plug for the tree – and her eyes immediately went up to the balcony.

Thirteen considered ducking so she wouldn’t be implicated but a) Cuddy could see through the railing and b) whether she was present or not, House’s team was never totally free from implication. But she was also not totally implicated. She had a weird job,

Cuddy saw House and slumped in resignation. House raised his glass to her as well.

She rolled her eyes and turned toward Wilson. Wilson turned to her, his hand still on the tree.

“What do you think he’s saying to her?” Thirteen asked.

“Probably making excuses. Blaming me.”

“And she’s telling him it’s a bad look for a Jew to come in and steal Christmas.”

House laughed, handing her his glass again in reward.

She took a sip. She wasn’t above a little praise. And it was very good ‘nog.

“Still hasn’t released the tree,” she noted, nodding at Wilson’s hand, almost casually gripping the trunk.

“Punishment’s not over yet,” House said. “He’s got to get out with the tree or be tackled trying.”

Thirteen snorted. “He’s already lost the bet, he’s already been humiliated. Why would he still–”

Before she could finish, Wilson had gestured again at House and when Cuddy turned to look, he made off with the tree.

He was through the doors and out of sight before Cuddy could call security.

Thirteen handed House his glass back and started clapping. “That crazy son of a bitch did it.”

House hummed again. love shining over his face in an embarrassing display.

Cuddy looked up at them again at Thirteen’s clapping and immediately made for the elevators. Thirteen could see where this was going.

“Well, I’ll see you later, boss!” She said, grinning. “Good luck with that. I’m going to check on the patient.”

She was halfway down the hall, before House could finish shouting “Coward!”

She cackled, wondering if she should intercept Wilson in the parking lot. Maybe he’d let her keep that tree.

[soupedepates]

Louis belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author

Louis gave me the contact information of a midwife. He said she's nice. That even if she isn't supposed to work today she can see me, I just have to say I come on his behalf.

Zuza Majak. She had a thick Slavic accent on the phone. The Polish diaspora is so tight-knit here oh my god.

Well, my whole family is made of immigrants, and boy did we migrate. When my mother was expecting me, they travelled half the world. It's easier to flee a war when your folks are loaded. Were loaded. And I cut all ties. My parents tried to make us assimilate in Denmark with good Nordic names, just for us to end up in France. Got so white-washed in appearance people have never guessed what my ethnicity is. You only know when I've brought you at least once at my family's place, or if you're part of the gang...

Damn, am I really thinking 'bout that stuff while going to the Polish midwife? For fuck's sake Dom, you're turning into your granny.

I knock at the door. I hear someone's steps. Then the door opens on a skinny yet square-shouldered woman, with stern glasses and grey eyes.

"Domhildr Lulea?"

"The one and only", I smile.

"Come on in."

She lets me in her office. Neat place. Everything is classified. Some posters about prevention, pregnancy, contraception... Welp, classic midwives' stuff.

"I was told by the Planned Parenthood you already got the information appointment with their doctor and Louis sent you to me because we are going to run out of time and they're overwhelmed these days, correct?"

"...Yes? Wait, are you just writing up a prescription and lemme on my way? That easy?"

"You already got the first appointment, miss. There is no counter-indication for drug-induced abortion in your medical file", she assures. "Yet... I am reading that you have had previous abortions. And you're quite young too."

I am ready to hit that bitch if she starts to slutshame me. I swear to the big G.

"I see you are already on the pill, do you suffer from chronic migraine or difficult transit?"

"I... yeah. Due to stress. I take over-the-counter stuff."

She smiles faintly.

"And I suspect you don't take it perfectly. The pill, I mean."

I am fucking mesmerized. I got berated so many times by medical pros about my "irresponsibility". A obgyn called me stupid. Twice. Yet this woman sounds so... gentle?

"It lowers the efficiency of the pill", she explains. "Which is, surprisingly, something a lot of youngsters - and older people - aren't taught. Would you like an IUD? It is not perfect and I'd like you to be screened for a lot of stuff AND get an echography to make sure you don't have any uterine difformity beforehand, but it is safer pregnancy wise."

"I have to answer now or I can think 'bout it?"

"You have all the time in the world. This is just a suggestion. Do you want to see me again in about two-three weeks or do you prefer I redirect you to the Planned Parenthood's doctor?"

"...For what?"

She looks puzzled.

"Well, you know the drill... To check if your pregnancy is very much terminated."

"I never went to those appointments." More like I felt so humiliated I just wanted never to see their faces again.

"Oh." She has, like, a disbelieving laugh. "It is preferable you come, but it's a free country."

"I'd rather have a woman to do that. And I kinda like that office", I admit. I kinda like the fact she does be nice. No. She isn't nice. She is gentle. And non judgemental.

I like that in someone.

"So, in two weeks, on Thursday, is it good for you?"

"Perfect."

"Here's your prescription", she says while handing me the paper. "Those painkillers are really strong, so you won't be in too much pain. You take this medication first. Then, the next day, you take this one. Don't hesitate to take the painkillers. They are lifesavers. And..."

She hands me another sheet.

"You address this to social security, okay? I am prescribing you three days of sick leave. You'll need them."

She lets me speak for a while after that. She doesn't insist for a rape kit after I've stated specifically I REALLY don't want to do it. Which is. Appreciated. Spot on, Mrs Majak. I like that in a woman.

"...How much do I owe you? I'm not sure social security gonna cover this as Louis told me you're not supposed to work today."

"It's fine. I'm not charging you an extra fee. You can find what you owe me on the prescription. Just fill in the paycheck and scan your social security card, okay?"

"...And what about the prescription?"

"Everything is 100% covered by universal health care", she smiles. "An abortion is difficult enough to live to add money-related worries to your burden."

She stands up, signalling the end of the consultation, and walks me to the door of her office.

"See you in two weeks", she says. "You've got this."

I wave her goodbye. And I leave to the pharmacy, with a lighter heart and some hopes for the future.

[softpine]

Two things: (1) would love some behind the scenes thoughts on your most recent post, especially regarding the background convo Elaine is having (her reactions aren't shown and I just feel like she could be so helpful in piecing some things together/formulating theories) and (2) I'm especially curious about Finn's book selection. What was your thought process when you picked them? Which are his favorites and why? Do some of the themes of the stories, symbols, lessons, or characters line up with Frozen Pines or specifically Finn's arc in general? I love pretty much every single book in Finn's stack and my brain has been going wild all day analyzing them lmao!

thanks for asking!! so originally i did include elaine's dialogue too, but i found it really wasn't necessary and i was able to include more hints by cutting out all the transitions between each piece of information. the thing i found interesting is how lucy is reluctant to speak to them about who finn was as a person, because that's where the majority of her guilt lies. asa and elaine are certainly not the only people who've asked her to talk about her son, and she must know how bad it sounds that she can't name more than 1 thing about him. it clearly causes her a lot of distress. so when asa leaves the room, elaine doesn't bother asking her more questions about griffin -- she gets right down to business, talking about the case, not the person. and lucy opens up to her immediately, because this is easier to detach from. she feels secure in the knowledge that she did everything she could after finn went missing; she has no guilt over that. here's a full breakdown of everything she was saying:

(… why I called my sister first — ’cause that’s where he would’a gone! I never thought something bad happened to him, just thought he ran off …) the first question elaine asked is "why did you wait so long to call the police?". finn ran away from the camp site in the evening, and no one noticed until the next morning, when everyone sobered up. lucy & richard didn't call the police for many hours, instead choosing to look for him themselves. lucy called her sister first, because she thought that would be the first place finn would run away to. when her sister told her she didn't know anything about finn coming to stay with her, then lucy called the police. by then they'd already lost a whole day of potential evidence.

(... come to find out, the only thing they took prints off was the cigarettes. Now tell me how that makes any sense, that a killer would stop to smoke Griffin’s own damn cigarettes? They never found ...) finn didn't smoke, but he did carry a pack of cigarettes in his back pocket at all times; mostly to look older. when his body was found, the cigarettes were also found, alongside a bunch of broken glass from a beer bottle. the police never took fingerprints from the bottle shards, only the cigarettes. this is ridiculous to lucy, and elaine agrees. the killer never would've touched the cigarettes. they used the bottle as a weapon, so if ever a fingerprint was going to be found, it would've been found there. but now we'll never know.

(... cousin was never the same. She got herself institutionalized, you know. She said she could see Griffin, hear him talkin’ to … ) this one is a deep cut lol. lucy's sister has a daughter, liz, who finn was pretty close to despite them living so far away. after he died, he spent most of his time following liz around, trying to talk to her. she couldn't see/hear him at first, but slowly she began to recognize his presence. she was terrified. eventually she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, where she was prescribed heavy antipsychotics. at the same time, finn decided to leave her alone because he didn't want to scare her, so she falsely assumes she was hallucinating the whole time due to grief. this is when finn got so lonely & sad he basically hibernated for a few decades.

(... damn cruel, that’s what it was. They had no right to tell me that way. No right. Treatin’ me like a murderer ...) finn was missing for 2 weeks before his body was found. the police have long suspected finn's parents are the ones who killed him. as a way to get them to "crack" they decided to inform them finn was found dead while they were in the middle of a televised interview, so everyone would see their reactions. ever since, people have judged lucy & richard for how they went completely stone cold and "showed no emotion". elaine is angry on her behalf too, because there's no possible "good" way to react to that information. it was always meant to be a trap.

(... always getting himself into trouble. He used to be such a good kid, and then, well, I don’t know ...) elaine had to bite her tongue at this part. lucy is basically saying she doesn't understand why finn started getting in trouble at school, stealing things/money, fighting back against his parents (to some extent). she still doesn't understand the gravity of the abuse she played a part in. like no shit he started acting different after his most formative years were spent in survival mode 🙄

(... ’bout two months before our old friend Chris killed himself, cops brought him in again. Yellin’ at him. Telling him they had all this evidence they don’t got. He was …) she's talking about chris porter, steven's dad. the guy who jada saw a vision of and who asa sees in spirit form every night. steven also wondered if his dad might have killed finn. when steven himself was about to die and was briefly able to talk to finn, he said: "[Chris] came home late that night drunk out of his mind, and his shoes, his pants, everything was soaked. I know they were, 'cause he threw a shoe at me and I had to clean up the mud. And he was different after that. I never saw him smile, never again. When the cops finally came 'round, I lied and said he was home all night. He was my dad, what was I supposed to say?". but lucy clearly doesn't believe chris did it. elaine remembers hearing about chris' death (it's not every day someone decapitates themselves on the train tracks) so she was more curious about what evidence they claimed to have gathered on him. she's not sure she believes it was ALL a bluff on the police's part, but she doesn't say that to lucy.

sorry that was so long omfg but to answer your question about the books: i think the prevailing theme is mostly "books a 10, 11, 12 year old shouldn't be reading yet" -- not because i think pre-teens can't handle these types of themes, more so because i wish no kid could relate to them yet. these themes include forming concepts of morality and justice, feeling ostracized from society, lacking control over your own life, complicated family dynamics, loss of innocence, and of course, abuse. there are moments in finn's journal entries where he sounds exactly how old he's supposed to be, but mostly he just sounds so much older and more exhausted than he should be. he couldn't relate to most kids his own age, let alone books meant for his age range. instead, he took solace in horror and mystery novels because of these themes. stephen king is clearly his favorite; he has almost every book of his written before 1982. he also has a TON of books that were later turned into movies (some he was able to watch, some came out too late). i can't even list them, there's so many. he loved comparing film adaptations to the original work and he was a big fan of movies in general. the really sad thing is he writes about wanting to see blade runner and that he's going to read the book that inspired it first (do androids dream of electric sheep? is actually in his stack of books) but blade runner came out just a few months after finn died, so he never got to see it :(

oh and i also was going to scan my own copy of the outsiders and create some annotations that finn would've written (which is why lucy mentioned him writing in the margins in the last post). because the outsiders was my favorite book that i read when i was around finn's age and i can seriously quote it cover to cover, so i had plenty of ideas about how finn would've reacted to it. but i decided it just wasn't necessary after all those journal entries. maybe i'll still do it for fun someday lmao

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Enhancing Vision with Refractive Cataract Surgery: A Modern Approach to Eye Care

Refractive cataract surgery is an advanced treatment option designed to simultaneously tackle both cataracts and refractive vision issues. Cataracts, which cause the eye's lens to become cloudy, can significantly impair vision, making it difficult to see clearly. Traditional cataract surgery involves removing and replacing the cloudy lens with an intraocular lens (IOL) to restore vision. However, refractive cataract surgery goes a step further by not only removing the cataract but also addressing refractive errors like nearsightedness, farsightedness, and astigmatism. This combined approach can provide patients with clearer vision and reduce or eliminate the need for corrective lenses after surgery.

Refractive cataract surgery aims to enhance the patient's quality of life by offering improved vision without the dependency on glasses or contact lenses. With advancements in technology and various IOL options, surgeons can customize the surgery to meet individual needs, providing patients with a more tailored and effective visual outcome.

Understanding Refractive Cataract Surgery

Refractive cataract surgery involves a few key components. The first step is removing the cloudy lens caused by the cataract. This is done through a small incision in the eye, using specialized tools to break up the cataract and remove it safely. Once the cataract is removed, an IOL is inserted in place of the natural lens. Unlike standard IOLs, which typically correct vision at a single distance, refractive cataract surgery offers a variety of lens types designed to address multiple vision needs.

Patients may choose from several IOL options, including monofocal, multifocal, and toric lenses. Monofocal lenses provide sharp vision at one distance (typically for either near or far vision), while multifocal lenses allow patients to see clearly at multiple distances. Toric lenses are specifically designed for individuals with astigmatism, providing clearer vision for those who experience blurred vision at all distances.

The Procedure for Refractive Cataract Surgery

Refractive cataract surgery is performed outpatient, meaning patients can go home the same day. The procedure is relatively quick, lasting approximately 15-20 minutes per eye. Local anesthesia is used to numb the eye, and the patient remains awake throughout the procedure.

The surgeon first makes a tiny incision in the cornea, carefully removing the cloudy lens. In its place, the selected IOL is inserted. The lens is folded for insertion and unfolds once inside the eye, positioning itself securely for proper visual correction. The incision is self-sealing after the lens is in place, and stitches are often unnecessary.

Most patients report little to no pain during or after the surgery, although some may experience mild discomfort or dryness in the eyes, which can be easily managed with prescribed eye drops.

Recovery and Aftercare

Following refractive cataract surgery, patients can usually return to normal activities within a few days, though it may take several weeks for the eye to heal fully. Following the surgeon's post-operative instructions is essential to ensure proper healing and reduce the risk of complications during recovery.

Patients may be advised to avoid strenuous physical activity and refrain from rubbing their eyes. They should also protect their eyes from bright lights and wear protective eyewear as recommended. Most people will notice an immediate improvement in their vision, but it may take some time for the full benefits to be realized as the eyes adjust to the new lens.

Follow-up visits with the surgeon are necessary to ensure that the eye is healing properly and that the IOL is functioning as expected. Any concerns or issues, such as glare or halos around lights, can be addressed during these visits, and they typically resolve as the eye continues to heal.

Benefits of Refractive Cataract Surgery

Refractive cataract surgery provides several key benefits, the most significant of which is the potential to eliminate or reduce the need for corrective eyewear. For many patients, this can drastically improve their quality of life, making tasks like reading, driving, and computer work much more comfortable without the hassle of glasses or contact lenses.

Additionally, refractive cataract surgery offers the advantage of addressing existing refractive errors that may have been present before the cataract developed. This provides an opportunity to restore clear vision after cataract removal and correct issues like nearsightedness or farsightedness that patients might have had for years.

Another significant benefit is the longevity of the results. Once the cataract is removed and the IOL is implanted, patients can expect long-term stability, with minimal likelihood of needing additional surgeries or vision correction.

Ideal Candidates for Refractive Cataract Surgery

Refractive cataract surgery is suitable for a wide range of patients experiencing cataracts, particularly those who also have refractive errors and are interested in reducing their dependency on corrective lenses. Ideal candidates typically include individuals over 60, although cataracts can develop earlier in some people.

Before opting for refractive cataract surgery, patients must undergo a thorough eye examination to assess their overall eye health and determine whether they are good candidates. In some cases, people with severe eye conditions, such as macular degeneration or advanced glaucoma, may not be candidates for refractive cataract surgery.

Consultation with an experienced ophthalmologist is crucial in determining whether this procedure is appropriate and ensuring that it aligns with the patient's visual goals.

Refractive cataract surgery represents an innovative solution to cataract removal, providing improved vision and the opportunity to address existing refractive issues. By choosing the right intraocular lens for each patient, this procedure can offer a customized, long-lasting solution that reduces or eliminates the need for glasses and contact lenses. Refractive cataract surgery is a promising option for those seeking enhanced vision and a better overall quality of life. With minimal recovery time and lasting results, it’s no wonder this procedure is becoming an increasingly popular choice among patients worldwide.

[peripheralviewsandcatattitudes]

Welcome to the Year of the Crumb

Sunday 23 March, 2025

so where do we begin? ans where do we end?

long time, no see my very good friend (please pardon the unnecessary but sneaky rhyme).

you ask me, a rhetorical: how have you been? (i jolt my head and quietly shiver). i cannot answer that question pessimistically - or optimistically for the matter. you can assume that this glass of water some kind of fluid in it. it is clear, calm and collected. but whether it is half empty or half full is another thread waiting to happen. all that I can really attend to is that: i am alive (surprisingly). i am breathing (h.e due to the implications of "the bug", only through one nostril). i am somewhat content in my life; *most of* my friends are healthy and not malicious (back-biting in small numbers), my fridge is stocked, my pantry is contained. my spotify playlists are updating as we speak. my REM has been regular. the only thing that hasn't changed since we last spoke? you guessed it - everyday, i am still fucking depressed.

now, i don't know exactly where we left off the last time i spoke to you. however, something tells me i was investing long and hard in fields of the mirtazapine industry. unfortunately after 5 years into the harvest, i lost track of the engines and eventually lost response with the source. i mean, other than a subtle self induced coma, the medication did not adjust much of my brain chemistry. to be frank, nothing so far has really. 2025 is the year of the inaugural crumb and we do have some newer additions to the "How to make sure Sarah does not axe murder Anyone 101" family. first we have duloxetine - also known by their shiny stage name of "Cymbalta". it is a half green half blue pill, so you connect with all sides of the Matrix everytime you ingest it. Cymbalta is used specifically for "anxiety and depression" - yes, kind of what you'd refer to as the orange and apple juice of generic mental disorders. how effective has it been? 7/10 - that is a modest estimate (trust me, it got me through 3.5 years in hospitality work. i remain a touch grateful to this choice). next up, we have the funky fresh sounds of Quietiapine! also known as 8 hours of sleep in a jiffy. this is a little pink pill (kind of adorable, actually). it's the first anti-psychotic i have ever been prescribed to (yes, i have been enlisted to the subo army now). how effective has it been? 6 to a light 7/10. it's done wonders for my REM. trust me, when i haven't secured a thorough amount of rest, you would not want to be in my circle the morning after. just saying - if i met you as a bread loaf after having a bad sleep, you are at risk of becoming the "crumb". last but not least, we have Sodium Valproate!!! these purple pills that taste and smell somewhat real similar to marijuana are apparently very useful anti-psychotics? i have been taking 4 of these a days and do you know how effective they've been? DR. DO FUCK ALL. they have literally done peeled potatoes for me. and look, i might be hypercritical but i was told by my shrink that these were supposed to do at least something. they haven't snapped a twig in my membranes. they haven't sparked a new electrical plug, or changed the structures of my cranial functions. due to my dismay in the pill, i have come to the conclusion of not even rating them out of 10. therefore, i've resorted to the Anthony Fantano code of conduct: NOT GOOD. 👀

okay. so we have covered one thing that has pretty much been happening with me. i have gone on a merry, frozen berry pill hopping journey... you know how some people travel the Great Ocean Road, or go on exchange overseas. folks, i go PILL HOPPING. y'all been a wild ride!!!

Until then

smc xoxox

[kdlmedtech]

How to Choose a Reliable Liquid Medicine Syringe Manufacturer

Imagine administering medication to a child only to realize the syringe markings were inaccurate — choosing the right liquid medicine syringe manufacturer is crucial for ensuring product safety, accuracy, and compliance. With countless options available, it’s important to select a trusted supplier that meets industry standards. This guide highlights key factors to consider when choosing a reliable liquid medicine syringe manufacturer.

Understanding the Requirements for Liquid Medicine Syringes

Liquid medicine syringes are specially designed devices used to measure and administer liquid medications. They are commonly used in hospitals, clinics, and homes to ensure that both children and adults receive the appropriate dose of their prescribed medication. Unlike traditional spoons or cups, syringes offer a level of precision that is crucial for treatments requiring exact dosages.

Key features to prioritize include:

Accurate Volume Markings: Essential for precise dosage measurements. Clear, easy-to-read graduations ensure caregivers and medical professionals can deliver the correct dose without error.

Medical-Grade Materials: BPA-free plastics or glass for enhanced safety. Choosing materials that resist chemical reactions is crucial for ensuring the medicine’s purity.

Child-Resistant Features: Important for reducing accidental ingestion risks. Syringes with secure caps and child-proof locks add an extra layer of protection.

By understanding these requirements, businesses can confidently select a manufacturer that aligns with product safety standards.

Benefits of Liquid Medicine Syringe

1. Precision and Accuracy

One of the primary advantages of using liquid medicine syringes is the ability to measure exact doses. This is particularly important for pediatric patients, where even slight variances in medication can significantly impact health outcomes. Syringes come with clear markings that allow caregivers to administer the correct amount of medicine.

2. Ease of Use

Liquid medicine syringes are user-friendly and designed for easy administration. They typically come with a plunger mechanism that allows caregivers to dispense medication smoothly and steadily. This design minimizes spillage and ensures that the entire dose is administered.

3. Versatility

These syringes can be used for a wide range of liquid medications, making them versatile tools in both home and clinical settings. Whether it’s antibiotics, pain relievers, or other liquid prescriptions, syringes can accommodate various viscosities and volumes.

4. Reduced Risk of Contamination

Liquid medicine syringes are often equipped with protective caps or covers that minimize the risk of contamination. This feature is crucial in maintaining the sterility of the medication and preventing infections, especially when dealing with sensitive patient groups.

Key Factors to Consider When Selecting a Liquid Medicine Syringe Manufacturer

Choosing a reliable manufacturer requires evaluating multiple aspects of their capabilities, certifications, and production processes. Here are the top factors to consider:

1. Certification and Regulatory Compliance

A trustworthy syringe manufacturer must adhere to industry standards. Prioritize suppliers with certifications such as:

ISO 13485: Ensures quality management in medical device manufacturing. This certification emphasizes risk management and product consistency.

CE Marking: Demonstrates compliance with European Union safety regulations. CE-marked products meet essential health and environmental protection standards.

FDA Approval: Essential for manufacturers supplying to the US market. FDA-approved syringes are assessed for quality, safety, and performance.

Verifying these certifications ensures the manufacturer follows proper safety protocols.

2. Manufacturing Experience and Industry Reputation

Experience often translates to improved product quality and better customer support. Look for manufacturers with:

Proven experience in producing medical-grade liquid medicine syringes. Manufacturers with decades of experience have refined their processes for efficiency and quality.

Positive client reviews and testimonials. Feedback from established healthcare providers offers insight into the manufacturer’s reliability.

A strong track record in supplying healthcare providers and pharmaceutical companies. Partnerships with trusted medical institutions demonstrate credibility.

3. Material Quality and Innovation

Reliable syringe manufacturers prioritize safe, durable materials. Check for:

BPA-Free Plastics: Ensures syringes are safe for medical use. BPA-free plastics reduce the risk of harmful chemical exposure.

Medical-Grade Glass: Preferred for specific pharmaceutical applications. Glass syringes offer excellent durability and chemical resistance.

Eco-Friendly Practices: Important for businesses prioritizing sustainability. Manufacturers using recyclable materials demonstrate environmental responsibility.

4. Customization Options

Manufacturers that offer customization can meet specific product requirements. Look for suppliers that provide:

Custom volume markings for improved dosage accuracy. Accurate labeling ensures proper administration of liquid medicine.

Branding options such as logos and labeling. Custom designs help businesses build a recognizable product.

Unique design solutions for specialized medical needs. Tailored features may improve handling, storage, or administration processes.

5. Production Capacity and Lead Times

To ensure consistent supply, choose a manufacturer with:

The capacity to handle bulk orders efficiently. High-volume production capabilities ensure steady supply during peak demands.

Flexible lead times to accommodate urgent requirements. Manufacturers with streamlined production processes can quickly meet urgent orders.

6. Quality Control and Testing Procedures

Reliable manufacturers implement rigorous quality checks. Key procedures may include:

Visual inspections for defects. Manufacturers must ensure each syringe is free from cracks, air bubbles, or misaligned markings.

Leak-proof testing to ensure accuracy. Manufacturers should verify that each syringe prevents leaks during medicine administration.

Sterilization processes for hygiene and safety. Certified manufacturers implement strict sterilization standards to prevent contamination.

7. Pricing and Cost Efficiency

While pricing is important, avoid compromising quality for cost. Ensure your chosen supplier offers:

Competitive pricing without hidden fees. Transparent pricing ensures accurate budgeting.

Transparent cost breakdowns for bulk orders. Reputable suppliers provide clear pricing models to avoid unexpected costs.

Evaluating Supplier Support and Services

A reliable manufacturer provides excellent customer support. Look for suppliers that offer:

Dedicated representatives to manage your account. Clear communication channels improve order tracking and ensure prompt responses.

Comprehensive after-sales support. Reliable suppliers offer guidance for product issues, replacements, and technical support.

Clear policies for handling product recalls or replacements. Manufacturers with well-defined return and exchange processes reduce downtime and ensure smooth operations.

Final Tips for Partnering with the Right Supplier

To secure a reliable syringe supplier:

Conduct a factory audit to assess production processes. Inspect facilities to confirm compliance with safety and hygiene standards.

Maintain clear communication for consistent order management. A dedicated contact person ensures your expectations are met.

By following these steps and partnering with a trusted manufacturer like KDL, you can ensure high-quality, compliant liquid medicine syringes for your business.

Conclusion

Selecting a reliable liquid medicine syringe manufacturer is key to ensuring safe and effective medication delivery. Prioritize manufacturers with proven expertise, certifications, and quality control processes. For a trusted supplier with industry-leading standards, consider partnering with KDL for your liquid medicine syringe needs.

source : https://www.kdlnc.com/select-best-liquid-medicine-syringe-manufacturer/

[singhenterprises]

Top 10 PET Bottle Manufacturers in India | Singh Enterprise  

PET (Polyethylene Terephthalate) bottles have revolutionized the packaging enterprise because of their lightweight, durable, and recyclable nature. From drinks and pharmaceuticals to cosmetics and household products, PET plastic bottles are widely used across numerous industries.

India is home to numerous pinnacle PET bottle producers that provide exquisite, food-grade, and eco-friendly packaging solutions. This blog highlights the top 10 PET bottle producers in India, collectively with Singh Enterprises, a main call within the agency.

1. Singh Enterprises: Leading PET Bottle Manufacturer

Singh Enterprises is a reputed manufacturer of PET plastic bottles, catering to multiple industries like prescribed drugs, cosmetics, and meals and liquids. Their PET bottles are acknowledged for their strength, clarity, and chemical resistance, ensuring product protection and durability.

🔹 Key Features:

Leak-evidence and mild-weight designs

Available in precise patterns and sizes

Customisable answers for branding

Compliant with food protection and enterprise guidelines

🔹 Why Choose Singh Enterprises?

✅ Trusted Manufacturer: Years of information in PET bottle manufacturing

✅ High-Quality Assurance: Strict notable exams and compliance

✅ Customisation Options: Tailor-made answers for corporations

With their determination to excellence and innovation, Singh Enterprises is a desired PET bottle manufacturer in India.

2. Manjushree Technopack Ltd.

Manjushree Technopack is clearly one of India’s biggest PET bottle manufacturers, presenting customized packaging answers for meals, beverage, and pharmaceutical industries.

🔹 Key Features:

High-exceptional, food-grade PET plastic

Advanced blow molding era

Sustainable PET bottle alternatives

🔹 Why Choose Manjushree Technopack?

✅ Leading provider for pinnacle FMCG manufacturers

✅ Strong awareness on sustainability and innovation

✅ Wide variety of bottle styles and sizes

3. Sunrise Containers Ltd.

Sunrise Containers Ltd. is a pioneer in PET bottle production, offering solutions for packaging water, juices, dairy products, and foods appropriate for eating oils.

🔹 Key Features:

Lightweight, effect-resistant PET bottles

Advanced PET performance era

Custom labelling and branding alternatives

🔹 Why Choose Sunrise Containers?

✅ Industry leader in food and beverage packaging

✅ Eco-friendly PET bottle manufacturing

✅ Multiple capability alternatives

4. Hindustan National Glass and Industries Ltd.

This business enterprise specializes in glass and PET plastic bottles, catering to sectors like liquor, prescription drugs, and gentle beverages.

🔹 Key Features:

Tamper-evidence and sturdy PET bottles

Customised packaging for one-of-a-type industries

High-barrier houses for product protection

🔹 Why Choose Hindustan National Glass?

✅ Reliable supplier for pharmaceutical PET bottles

✅ Sustainable and recyclable packaging answers

✅ Advanced R&D for superb materials

5. Pearl Polymers Ltd.

Pearl Polymers is a properly-established name in PET plastic bottle production, imparting custom and geared-up-made PET bottle solutions.

🔹 Key Features:

FDA-accepted, food-secure PET plastic bottles

Available in apparent and coloured variations

Leak-proof and tamper-resistant designs

🔹 Why Choose Pearl Polymers?

✅ Trusted through FMCG and pharmaceutical producers

✅ Cost-effective bulk PET bottle solutions

✅ Innovative and aesthetic designs

6. National Polyplast (India) Ltd.

National Polyplast is a chief PET bottle manufacturer, providing commercial enterprise and purchaser packaging solutions.

🔹 Key Features:

High-readability and effect-resistant PET bottles

Available in more than one style and size.

Ideal for beverage, cosmetic, and chemical industries

🔹 Why Choose National Polyplast?

✅ ISO-certified producer

✅ Strong export marketplace presence

✅ Affordable pricing and bulk availability

7. Chemco Group

Chemco Group is a concept for PET bottle production, imparting to industries like healthcare, liquids, and personal care.

🔹 Key Features:

Superior PET resin is amazing

Custom moulding and performance options

Lightweight and sturdy bottles

🔹 Why Choose Chemco Group?

✅ Global provider of PET packaging

✅ Eco-friendly and recyclable alternatives

✅ Advanced production centers

8. Hitech Plast Ltd.

Hitech Plast is a top producer of PET bottles for pharmaceuticals, personal care, and family products.

🔹 Key Features:

Tamper-obvious caps and closures

Heat-resistant PET bottle variations

Premium finishing for branding

🔹 Why Choose Hitech Plast?

✅ Strong market presence in India

✅ Custom bottle designs for branding

✅ Affordable solutions for small and large businesses

9. Raj Pet Industries

Raj Pet Industries manufactures PET plastic bottles for meals, beauty, and pharmaceutical packages.

🔹 Key Features:

Leak-proof and hermetic PET bottles

Available in diverse sizes, which include bulk packaging

Cost-effective and light-weight designs

🔹 Why Choose Raj Pet Industries?

✅ Competitive pricing

✅ Fast manufacturing and delivery

✅ Industry-popular exceptional assurance

10. Jain Plasto Pack

Jain Plasto Pack is a reputed PET bottle manufacturer, providing solutions for water, tender drinks, and cosmetics.

🔹 Key Features:

Durable and shatterproof PET plastic

Custom branding and label printing are available

Eco-excellent production procedures

🔹 Why Choose Jain Plasto Pack?

✅ Flexible PET bottle designs

✅ High-first-class, obvious PET resin

✅ Trusted provider for FMCG producers

Latest Trends in PET Bottle Manufacturing (2025)

1. Recycled PET (rPET) Bottles

More businesses are adopting recyclable PET plastic bottles to reduce environmental impact.

2. Lightweight PET Bottle Designs

Manufacturers are growing lighter PET bottles to lessen costs and enhance sustainability.

3. Smart PET Bottles

Integration of QR codes, NFC tags, and tracking systems in PET bottles for better stock control.

4. Biodegradable PET Alternatives

Research into bio-based totally PET plastics is growing, imparting inexperienced answers.

5. Custom-molded PET Bottles

Brands are stressful with specific bottle designs for better marketplace differentiation.

Conclusion

The name for great PET plastic bottles is growing at some point in the industry, making it critical to choose a reliable manufacturer. Companies like Singh Enterprises, Manjushree Technopack, and Chemco Group are leading the market with long-lasting, eco-friendly, and progressive PET bottle answers.

If you're seeking out a reliance on PET bottles produced in India, keep in mind elements like material exceptional, sustainability, and customization earlier than creating a desire.