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drnucleus · 6 years

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Dancing scars from long nights I've been bruised by your light Help me now, lonely lover Show me how to uncover

- Freak of Nature (Feat. Tove Lo) - Broods

Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus

Author: drnucleus Rating: Explicit Genre: Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn Pairing: Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings Warnings: Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme Summary: For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.

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Chapter XIV now on AO3

Chapter Playlist: Mysterious Ways – U2; Running Up That Hill – Placebo; Big God – Florence + the Machine; Test Me – The XX; Freak of Nature (feat. Tove Lo) – Broods

Chapter Sneak Peek

Good morning, hope you have a lovely Monday.

Smirking to herself she opened up the message, unlocking her phone and tapping out a reply laden with self-deprecation.

I’m glad one of us is having a good morning.

Across town Ben grinned at the quick reply but soon his face lost all trace of that grin as he read her message.

Everything okay? He asked, noting that she was already replying the moment the message said Read beneath it.

Oh, just fucking dandy. Woke up at 8:45 because I stupidly left my phone on silent last night. So, no run, no coffee and pastry at Finn’s. Thank fucking God that my 9am appt. cancelled. And the cherry atop this clusterfuck sundae is that I left my laptop charger at my apartment, and I have a client in fifteen minutes. Not enough time to run home and get it until lunch. But how’s your morning going? I hope better than mine.

Ben worried his lower lip between his teeth as a plan began to hatch in his mind. On some level he knew that she’d probably balk at the idea but he couldn’t stop himself from trying. Seeing as his morning was just him sitting at his drafting table messing around with new design ideas until his lunch meeting at noon.

His thumbs hovered over the phone, hesitating before he threw caution to the wind and replied to her message.

I’ll admit my Monday is going well, but what can I do to make yours better?

Rey read over his message, her heart clenching in her chest at the sentiment behind it. He wanted to help. And that was so painfully kind of him. She was half way typing a response telling him not to worry about it when a short series of messages came from him.

I could go get your charger for you, if you’d like? I mean, I have a key to your place. And my morning is free.

She bit her lip as he quickly dashed her counter arguments but couldn’t fight off the growing grin on her face at his eagerness to help her have a better morning.

I’d hate to be a damsel in distress, here. She replied getting a response just as fast.

That’s not a no.

She snickered and kept typing, adding to her earlier statement. And I’d hate to make you go out of your way to my apartment just for my laptop charger. I can run to the Apple Store and buy a spare to keep in the office.

Still not a no. And what will you do until then? Don’t you need your laptop for case notes? He argued back reminding her that her laptop was in dire need of its charger in order for it to function again.

She cursed under her breath realizing that he was indeed correct.

Sometimes, I really hate it when you’re right.

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aboutsixplums · 6 years

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We have a client who’s like. Tiptoeing along the deep end. Long post to rant about it.

Older lady, very sweet but always a little dotty. When I first started one of her Shih Tzus got very ill and shortly died of myesthenia gravis, and the client, Ms L, announced that there would be a Celebration Of Life party for Wee. Sure, sounds nice, we said. At your clinic!! she said. ...What. A couple days after the dog died she & her (beleaguered) husband showed up at the clinic with food and a lot of wine, which she insisted everybody drink with such force and increasing franticness that we all took a small sip to appease her (it was like noon on a weekday. still had seven hours of the day to get through, we can’t get sloshed, lady!!). And then she said that everybody had to share a favorite memory of Wee. Me, a meager 2 months’ employment under my belt: haha what is this normal Anyway. After Wee died she got HYPER-FOCUSED on the remaining dog, Lyssie, the focus increasing with time, and for the past ~18 months we have seen Lyssie at least monthly for full exams to ensure her health. We quickly realized we need to block off a full hour for these exams. There is nothing that God himself could do to expedite the process. And you know, the dog’s a geriatric Shih Tzu, so she’s not healthy. Actually the release of Claro helped speed the exam process up bc with regular applications her ears finally stopped being lichenified and coated in measurably thick yeast crusts, and Cytopoint has been even more helpful in cutting down the amount of time Ms L spends detailing which body part she’s chewing at what time for how long. One of the dog’s problems is chronic pancreatitis and about two weeks ago she did hit a rough patch where it flared up. Anorexic, painful, vomiting bile, etc. We happened to have ultrasound in & Ms L insisted on a scan to ensure no other problems, found none, so we slapped her on an IV to rehydrate, gave Cerenia, pain meds, etc. Went home that night looking much better, had a quick (ish) recheck next morning & clinically was much improved, no further hosp needed. Except Ms L decided this last flare-up was A Signal Of The End. We’d told her to give oral Cerenia for a few days, but she said nonono, she can’t pill her and she spits out food with hidden pills. Okay, we said, bring her in and we’ll pill her. That triggered a weird tearful/angry tirade about how the struggle to pill her will break her back and paralyze her so we’re like...okay...we can do it injectably, but it stings badly, so we want to give a little LRS bubble first, so instead of being pilled she will get 2 needle sticks. This somehow was more appealing to Ms L, so, fine. Then it gets to be like day 5 of this--and the client being who it is, this is not a two-minute process, it’s taking 15 minutes each morning to do this--and I’m like hahaha why are we still doing this?? Is the dog not improved?? Bc the dog looks--not great, she’s a lump-ridden yeasty bow-legged dry-eye geriatric dog, but--clinically well, BAR, trotting around, tail wagging, Ms L says eating good, etc. And then in talking to Ms L, I realize she genuinely believes if the dog does not get Cerenia (”shmeenya”) and Buprenex (”poopinex”) every day, she will die. This is a cold-hearted convinction, actually worrying in its intensity. And every morning me & the other techs have to listen to her quaver that she “looks into her eyes and sees pain, just excruciating pain” and in the next breath, like it’s news I’ve been waiting for, “her bowels are well-oiled” and I finally tell doc YOU HAVE TO HAVE A TALK WITH THIS LADY. She gave me a copy of her all-day schedule with the dog, which is planned not to the minute but to the hour. She literally spends all day following immediately behind the dog, fussing, trying to make her drink fennel tea. It goes on. The daily shmeenya injections continued, and by Saturday the dog was getting really sore from all the pokes and was starting to yelp when stuck for the LRS, and that was making Ms L mad bc she thought we were being rough with the dog. I did explain firmly to her that I was very sorry but the dog’s skin is sore from all these shots, and there is nothing I can do to make it less painful, so she had to make peace with the fact that the dog has to experience a moment of discomfort to receive comfort later on. On Mon doc told me to get her in for a QOL discussion, except I couldn’t phrase it that way or she’d wig, so I bullshitted something about “how we as a team can be aware of her health.” She came in that afternoon and THE NEXT MORNING THERE SHE IS ON THE SCHEDULE FOR ANOTHER SHMEENYA INJECTION and talking to her was no different. The dog’s bouncing around the lobby and Ms L’s telling me how she went through her stool for blood and found none and this morning she burped after eating her egg and what does THAT mean and I’m not getting paid enough for this nonsense. Doc told me that Ms L was defensive from the start at the QOL appt. Doc’s goal had been to get her to realize that clinically the dog is doing very well, and to tactfully pose the question If you truly believe she is in unbearable pain 24 hours per day, why are you keeping her alive? But she said Ms L believed she was being accused of taking poor care of her old dog, and nothing doc said could get her away from that. The shmeenya injections continued until this morning when, bless, there was a voicemail when I got in from Ms L that the “liquid cherry shmeenya” (from Stokes) was “a godsend” and “even though it makes Lyss smack her lips” she thinks it’s easier than the injections. So thank CHRIST doc managed to convince her to try that bc even though I’m sure we’re gonna keep getting daily phone call updates at least we’ve eliminated the injection/bowel discussion from our morning routine. I did, at one point, encounter her poor husband when he came in later in the day to pick up the dog’s armada of treats. “How are you holding up?” I asked him. He looked me dead in the eye and though he spoke no words, we communicated on a spiritual level. “Yeah,” I said. “Hope it gets better soon.”

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