Fullmetal Alchemist X Male Reader

When news of my arranged fiancee's death arrived, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I quickly reclaimed her shares and had the death certificate issued. I did it because I've been reborn. In my past life, Dad was worried that women would eye my fortune as the heir to the wealthiest family. So, he arranged for me to marry one of three women he personally picked. I chose the most outstanding one, Monica Harris, and married her. However, just three days after our wedding, she died suddenly. Heartbroken, I was persuaded by the remaining two women to give up on marriage and remain single for life. At 80 years old, when I returned to our special place in Sunmere Valley to reminisce, I saw Monica. She should have been dead for 60 years! She stood beside Liam Rogers, my driver who'd gone missing decades ago, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, living a picture-perfect life. I realized I'd been deceived my entire life. The shock sent my blood pressure soaring, and I died of a stroke on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day I died. This time, I'm going to find out exactly how someone who's supposedly dead keeps on living.

I took my in-laws to our place for Christmas without telling my wife. It was supposed to be a surprise, but the moment George, my father-in-law, stepped into the house, my wife's assistant shoved him. He crashed into the shoe cabinet and threw out his back. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." I told the maid to hold George, but the male assistant stopped me again. He even shoved my mother-in-law, Diane. "You think you own this place? That's Ms. Sampson's maid. It's enough she has to serve a leech like you. You don't get to make her serve your parents." The fury consumed Diane whole, and she had a heart attack. I called my wife and asked her to come to the hospital. Wendy Sampson, however, shrugged it off. Scoffing, she said, "Zack told me everything. I can't believe you brought your parents to my house! And you want me to see your mother? She's faking her heart attack! I know she is! I want them out of my house! So what if they die? Best Christmas gift I could ever hope for."

เรื่องในคืนนั้น ... สำหรับเธอ มันคือความผิดพลาด แต่สำหรับเขา มันคือความตั้งใจ! เมื่อ 'ต้นไม้' หนุ่มหล่อผู้พ่วงท้ายด้วยตำแหน่งเดือนคณะ ที่เกิดไปตกหลุมรัก 'ใบบัว' เพื่อนสาวสวยสุดแซ่บผู้ตั้งมั่นกับตัวเองไว้ว่าเธอจะไม่มีวันใช้หัวใจกับใครอีกแล้ว หลังจากเพียรพยายามตามจีบแบบมึน ๆ อยู่หลายปีจนเกือบจะถอดใจ แต่แล้ววันหนึ่งก็เกิดเหตุการณ์ที่ทำให้คนทั้งคู่ข้ามเส้นของคำว่า ‘เพื่อน’ ในเซตมีทั้งหมด 5 คนนะคะ 1. คชา x หมอนิล จาก ทำไมถึงเป็นเธอ 2. หมอนัท x หมอฟ้าใส จาก รักอำพราง 3. หมอเกมส์ x น้ำค้าง จาก รักอำพรางคู่พิเศษ 4. ต้นไม้ x ใบบัว จาก เพื่อน(ไม่)จริง 5. อาร์ม x ยูกิ จาก กับดักรักร้าย สามารถอ่านแยกกันได้ค่ะ เพียงแค่มีความสัมพันธ์ที่เชื่อมโยงกันในบางฉากเท่านั้น

เมื่อวันหนึ่ง 'กับดัก'​ ของคนร้าย ๆ กำลังจะกลายมาเป็น 'กับดัก'​ ของความรัก "อึก ช่วย ... ช่วยฉันด้วย" "ช่วย? แล้วฉันจะได้อะไร?" "ทะ...ทุกอย่าง" "ทุกอย่าง?" "จะเอาเท่าไหร่ กะ..ก็บอก ฉัน อึก ฉันยอมจ่าย" เพราะเงินทองเป็นแค่ของนอกกาย จะกี่แสนกี่ล้านยูกิก็ยินดีจ่ายหากมันทำให้รอดพ้นจากเงื้อมมือของคนหวังดีประสงค์ร้ายไปได้ เธอจึงให้คำมั่นสัญญาไว้ก่อนที่ภาพทุกอย่างจะเลือนรางลงจนกลายเป็นความดำมืด โดยที่เธอไม่รู้ตัวเลยว่าคำสั้น ๆ คำนั้น จะกลายมาเป็นพันธนาการที่ทำให้เส้นทางชีวิตของเธอไม่เหมือนเดิมอีกต่อไป ในเซตมีทั้งหมด 5 คนนะคะ 1. คชา x หมอนิล จาก ทำไมถึงเป็นเธอ 2. หมอนัท x หมอฟ้าใส จาก รักอำพราง 3. หมอเกมส์ x น้ำค้าง จาก รักอำพรางคู่พิเศษ 4. ต้นไม้ x ใบบัว จาก เพื่อน(ไม่)จริง 5. อาร์ม x ยูกิ จาก กับดักรักร้าย สามารถอ่านแยกกันได้ตัวละครมีความสัมพันธ์ที่เชื่อมโยงกันในบางฉากเท่านั้น

I am a firefighter. A beam crashes onto me in the middle of a burning building. At the same time, my oxygen is about to run out. I writhe and struggle as much as I can to reach for my backup oxygen canister, only to feel my fingers brushing over a bottle of water instead. When I turn around, I see my wife, Leah Sawyer, giving the last backup oxygen canister to her new mentee, Roderick Wyndham. I begin calling out to her via a walkie-talkie. "Leah, I'm being pinned down right now, and my oxygen's running out! Where is the oxygen canister?" As Leah shields Roderick behind her, she replies impatiently, "I've already given it to Roderick. It's his first time inside a burning building, so he's frightened. Having an extra canister on him gives him a sense of security. "You're already a veteran firefighter, so you can just think up a way to resolve your situation. Don't go around wasting precious resources." I can feel thick smoke infiltrating my lungs at that moment. Feelings of asphyxiation soon overwhelm me. "My leg is broken, so I can't move at all! Without oxygen, I won't be able to hold out till I get rescued!" But Leah merely chortles in response. "Stop playing the pity card! Every time we're out on a mission, you're always the cowardly one who's terrified of dying! You have zero sense of dedication at all! I shouldn't have let you join the firefighting squad, to begin with! "What's the use of you clinging to the equipment? Giving it to the newbies is the best way of maximizing its value!" I can only smile bitterly in response. Using what's left of my strength, I switch to a public channel and begin reporting to the command center. "For the record, Captain Leah Sawyer deliberately tampered with the essential rescue equipment in order to protect Roderick Wyndham, causing me, a fellow firefighter, to be trapped in a deadly situation. "I hereby request the immediate activation of the Firefighter Emergency Evacuation Act. Also, I formally charge Leah with gross negligence and attempted homicide."

On the six-year anniversary of my relationship with my girlfriend, Sheila Loom, I buy some groceries with the intention to surprise her with a home-cooked meal. After I'm done, I head over to Sheila's place right away. That's when the reel I was watching automatically skips to the next one. It's a live stream where people call in to discuss legal matters. A familiar feminine voice drifts to my ears at that moment. "My boyfriend shelled out 500 thousand dollars to put me through school. I've already paid ten thousand back to him. "At first, I wanted to clear the debt before breaking up with him, but I don't want to wait any longer. If he insists on taking me to court after the breakup, can I still pay the debt off slowly?" Almost immediately, comments flood into the comments section, chewing her out and calling her a heartless wench. But the voice replies calmly, "If I truly were heartless, I wouldn't have paid him back to begin with. I no longer have feelings for him. Are you saying that I should sacrifice the rest of my life just so I can pay 500 thousand dollars back to him?" My heart skips a beat at that moment. It's true that I've spent 500 thousand dollars putting Sheila through school over the years. But I feel that I'm overthinking it, seeing as she's never brought up the matter of wanting to pay me back before. After I call Sheila repeatedly for half an hour, she finally answers my latest phone call. At the same time, the woman's phone call that's connected to the live stream is cut off. "It's my birthday today, Sheila—" "Have you secretly come looking for me again? Didn't we agree that we'll only meet up after you've successfully gotten into college?" I don't get to finish the rest of my sentence. Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of the notebook sitting on the corner of Sheila's table. The first page shows "debt repayment ledger". Some of the details are as shown. "The SAT study materials I bought for him: 188 dollars." "The Uber fees I've paid for him: 35 dollars." "The cologne I've gifted him on his birthday: 380 dollars." "Total: ten thousand dollars now paid."

As the holiday began, I encountered an exhilarating affair. One day, on a double-decker tour bus, I found myself locked in a passionate moment with a beautiful woman on the upper deck, all while my official girlfriend was napping on the lower level. The woman gently placed her soft hand on my upper body, murmuring sweetly, “See you tonight, love…” And just like that, I was completely captivated.

After three years of marriage, I suddenly began to realize that my wife might have a low libido. One evening, my older neighbor, who was sympathetic, kindly invited me over. That night, I stumbled upon his wife in the middle of a passionate entanglement with another man through a crack in the door. The next day, my neighbor said to me, "Hey, Cyril, you know, Heather has always liked you."

In the seventh year of my relationship with Ruby Carrington, she picks me up from work in the heavy downpour one evening. When I open the door to the front passenger seat, I notice a puddle of water on the seat. A strand of short hair is there as well. Ruby grips the steering wheel without even looking at me. "I just dropped off an intern from the project department at his home. He didn't bring an umbrella with him, so he was drenched." As I sit on the damp seat, I feel my heart slowly going cold as well. "Ruby, you knew very well that I'm severely germaphobic." Ruby just chortles in response. Her tone is filled with impatience and exhaustion. "It's just a seat, isn't it? He's younger and funnier than you, not to mention he's also more handsome than you even when he's drenched in the rain. "I tried having a relationship with him. Being with him is definitely a lot more interesting than with you. But I'll still marry you, though. As long as you pretend not to know anything about my affair, we can keep this relationship going." Rain continues streaking down the window outside, and yet, I find the air inside the car even more suffocating than the rain itself.

At three in the morning, the class monitor, Hayden Clark, suddenly posted a message in the group chat announcing that the graduation photos would be taken the morning after next. He then sent a payment QR code in the chat, where each student had to pay 50 dollars for the graduation photos. I told Hayden that I had my thesis defense scheduled for the morning after next and asked if the time could be changed. He immediately snapped back at me, “Is your time the only time that matters? If you can’t come, then get lost!” Wanting to keep the peace, I paid the money and went through great trouble to rearrange my schedule. But when the day for the photos finally arrived, Corin Vale told me, “The graduation photos were already taken yesterday!”