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oval3000 · 6 months

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Chapter 8

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

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Maybe it was your mind going into shambles or just your thoughts telling you that you should be grateful. You haven't left the house in two months. He wouldn't let you. At first, you didn't question or bothered him with idea of you going outside, now it's just...getting to you.

The thought of it came up a couple weeks ago when you felt like you couldn't breath, you wanted to smell the air outside. You wanted to know where you were. This led to König lashing out at you.

"Enough! You are not leaving this house! You're not going outside! And you are not going to change my mind of it!"

He would scare you and he could tell, so when he sees you flinch at his venomous words, he feels guilty.

"I'm sorry, schatz. I just don't want to loose you."

He would come home with your needs, pads, new clothing, the usual feminine products. He would hug you tight at night that you couldn't get out of bed to go pee. When you want to take a shower, he would shower with you.

As for the sexual part of this, it has been dormant. Ever since the night you both shared, he hasn't touched you in an intimacy way. Not that he doesn't want to, he does, he just wanted to wait until you were ready for the next couple rounds.

He's still active with physical touch by pulling you into his lap and kissing you in whatever chance he gets. He would kiss you deeply for minutes. When you want to stop, he would just holds you tighter, which later causes him to jerk off in the bathroom.

When Horangi started to question your state to König, he would get a cold reply by him by telling him to mind his business and to worry about other things. You never met Horangi, you never really see König and him interact since they meet outside the house. The idea of Horangi doesn't exist to you.

So when you saw a stranger in the kitchen, you were shocked. Someone who isn't König that is standing infront of you. König left to run some errands, so it was just you and him.

"It's okay, I'm König's friend. My name is Horangi." You calmed at bit, slowly walking to the kitchen counter. "I just wanted to see you. He tells me alot about you and I know how König can be, so I just wanted to check up on you."

"O-kay. Can you tell me where I am?" You saw his posture, leaning agiants the kitchen counter, arms crossed.

'You're in König's safe house." He said, walking closer to you. "It's best for you not to know the location."

You saw the men's features and structure. Fit and strong. "How do you know König?"

"We served in the same military, Kor-tac. I guess you can say that we're buddies. König never told me how beautiful you are. He told me that you are his nurse he wants to care for." He leaned in closer to you. "It makes sense why König is crazy over you."

He carresed your cheek with his finger, but you quickly moved away. "It was a shame I was placed into a different facility then König, or else I would've gone crazy too."

Your eyes widen open, "what?"

"Yoy think he's the only one? We all got questioned by that stupid doctor and best our luck, me and him got put into that prison hell. However, they placed König into a different one than mine cause they were too afraid we were going to plan something together." He looked up and down on you, giving you a smirk. "I was only there for a couple of months," he sighed, "I guess I was being good."

He placed his hands on the counter, behind you, trapping you in between his both arms. "What are you doing?" You said, trying to push him away.

"König is mad about you that I don't think you understand the lengths this man would do for you." His face leaned down to yours, he felt your hands on his chest. "He would tear everything apart if he looses you. It would be a shame if he walked in while," he placed his hand on your cheek, "I fuck you."

You began to panic making him chuckle. "N-no..we shouldn't do this. Please get away from me."

"Have you fucked him yet? Is he good to you?" He whispered to you.

"I-.." he pressed himself more into you.

He snickered at your response. He backed a bit away from you. "König! Are you enjoying the show?" You were so confused until you saw König walking in, like a predator creeping up on its prey. "I was just talking to your special girl. I was already heading out. It was nice meeting you, (Y/n)."

He left the house just leaving you alone with you and König. He marched over you which made you want to run away. He reached to you, pulling your hair, closer to him. He cupped your face, gripping it tight. You've never seen him this angry before. It was terrifying you. "König! Please don't...." tears were falling down your face, "please don't hurt me!" His hands went to your neck, giving it a slight squeeze.

"What were you doing with him!?" He yelled at you, dragging you to the bedroom.

"I wasn't doing anything! I swear! Please! Please don't hurt me! You said that you would never hurt me!" You cried out, using the blankets and pillows as a shield.

"ENOUGH! Don't make it harder for me then it is." He took off his shirt. "Is it because I'm not giving you enough attention!?" He took off his pants. "You wanted to leave this house right? Is it because you want to find someone else!?" He went to you, taking your arms and pulling you off the bed. "Is it because I'm not good enough?" He bended you over his desk with your ass rubbing his crotch. "Is it because your too lonely here, is that it?" He took off his briefs, giving a few pumps on his cock, feeling the precum coating his length. "I think your ready, schatz." He pulled down your shorts and underwear. "Damit ich ein Baby in dich stecke (for me to put a baby in you)"

He didn't give you time or strength to answer, he immediately shoved his cock inside your pussy. He moved his hips back and forth, making the desk shake with each thrust. "Ah! Mein hase!..aAaHh!" He moaned out, grabbing your ass, moving it along side his hips back and forth. With his one hand, he placed his thump inside your anus while his fingers clutching on your ass cheeks. His other hand giving a few slaps on your ass, making it bounce more. You tightened your palms together, feeling the heat rise up your cheeks. You bit your lip hard for you not to make any noises.

The pleasure was too much. The motion was too much. "HaaAh!..ah!ah!...oooh..mhm!..K-König."

"Tell me what you want, schatz," he moaned out pulling his head back, shutting his eyes. His hips thrusting in and out, making all your juices coming out, making a tiny pool on the floor.

"I-I...want you....ah! I Want y-you...König!" You palmed the desk, trying to prevent you from most likely breaking you into it.

"Yo-...you want me...hase....Ja!" He slapped your right ass cheek loud and hard. His grip on your ass made you go on your tippy toes.

"Yes!...Yes!...I-ah!..I want you..ooh..fuck!.." you felt so numb dumb you can't think clearly or see clearly. "I love you!"

He pulled your hair up, arching your back, "you love me, liebling? I love you too." He placed his hands on your waist fucking you hard. "I'm gonna cum, bunny."

The words themselves made you feel like squirting all over him. Your juices formed a puddle on your floor. He gaved one big, hard, thrust, feeling your womb with his cum.

That day, König fucked you for hours. Making you sucking him off. Fucking you hard and deep into the bed, breaking a few floor boards.

You eventually passed out with the amount of pleasure, it made König freak out thinking he killed you.

He made sure to give you the best aftercare you can experience. The next few days, he brought food for you until you gained the strengths to walk again.

König apologized to you how he treated you. You told him that it was nothing for him to worry about...after all you deserved it...right?

When you felt better, he would fuck you again. And again. And again.

As for Horangi, he apologized to you. He just wanted to see if you are actually the one for König you are the one for him. He wished the best for the both you for it to fall apart.

You're driving him more crazy than he his. He loves you and he has you. In his arms, hugging you tight.

You eventually reached his the goal.

"Schatz? Is everything okay?" He knocked on the bathroom door, jjggling the door knob. "What does it say?"

He waited for your answer. For you to come out of the bathroom. He paced back and forth, taping his foot on the floor. He asked every five minutes if you are okay. Knocking everytime if you needed help with anything.

Eventually you came out. You opened the door and looked up to König. To the man that loves you. To the man that took you away from your actual home to your new home. The father of your future kids.

"I'm pregnant."

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #konig call of duty #konig x reader #könig call of duty #konig #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #yandere konig #yandere könig

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echooefrost · 4 months

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TGS MEDIEVAL AU :0

Is this Historically accurate? no. Does that matter? no.

Alright, This is gonna be a lot, so thou shalt be warned

In the Au, Robert is a prince and Lanyon Sr. is the King, they rule over a small kindom somewhere in England - name TBA (so not like real monarchies which rule over entire countries etc.) The premise is basically; The Lanyon's personal/private doctor recently passed away so they call in a new doctor/chemist from Scotland - did you guess? yep, It's Jekyll. Hyde exists before Henry/Edward meets Robert (I haven't worked out the exact logistics about it yet, but I will) Jekyll/Hyde are more Chemists/Alchemists than Doctors but they are both still very good doctors regardless (so they don't really wear the 'plague mask' thing) I aged only Jekyll, Hyde and Lanyon down to about their early 20's so it matches around the original timing of when J&H met Robert in TGS. There are other smaller reasons but they aren't to important, all you need to know is that it doesn't really change anything

Lanyon is betrothed to Everly from a neighbouring kingdom -this is where it differs slightly from TGS, it's a political marriage not a lavender marriage. Neither Robert nor Everly are happy about this however, they are both only children in royalty so they don't really have an option.

Hyde is essentially the local gremlin that has in-built eyebags and a sense to sell you things not very discreetly that he probably shouldn't be selling. His Cape is comedically large and has a very extensive collection of illegal powders, drugs, and other nefarious items. Almost everybody knows Hyde becasue at some point they have all needed some rare item from him. - this is where the blackfog comes in (yes it exists!) the Blackfog is basically the same but Hyde really wants to go so he can buy/sell lots of items for his little side-business he has going on, however Lanyon Sr. is opposed to it and it's existence because well... illegal.

*Hyde also goes by: The Spirit of [insert Kingdom's name] at night (soooooo original, ik)

Jekyll stays pretty much the same, He really cares about his reputation so he can move up on the social ladder and create his own Science business at some point, and I mean he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of the King of all people, that wouldn't be a very good look, would it?

In this universe, The lodgers are all citizens of the small kingdom and they all sort of have different occupations/roles in the town. They can't all be scientists, but do not fear because they still as equally crazy and chaotic as before. Rachel is the Lanyon's personal chef but she also helps run the bakery in town with Mr. Doddle. Jasper looks after most of the animals and creatures in the kingdom, he used to be a farmer but moved to get away from home. I am yet to work out how Jekyll and Jaspers relationship dynamic stays the same in this universe but I will figure something out.

There is A LOT of Jekyon and Lanyde going on here, so I've got something for everyone, (there may or may not be a masquerade at some point...) and it's not just centred around romance, there is lots of other plot stuff happening so do not fear my ace/aro friends (or just people who aren't a fan of romance)!

That's most of it for now... I'll draw some more stuff at some point and give some extra details, If you have any questions please ask (my asks are open) I'd love to hear from you all!!! Don't be afraid to offer any suggestions or other criticisms. Maybe I'll write a fanfic one day who knows, we will see.

Thanks for listening to my rant (*^▽^*)

*Footnote - I don't think you guys realise how hard it was to make hyde not look like either A.) a fucking elf or B.) Link. Did I succeed? not sure.

#the glass scientists #tgs #The glass Scientists au #tgs au #tgs medieval au #Echo's au's

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pricesbeltbuckle · 3 months

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Hey girl!!! I just had an idea!

What about cyborg!ghost who was created for war but ended up falling in love with a doctor.

She'd protect him and the rest of the Task force! 141 boys from abusive lab techs and higher ups when they would try to hurt the cyborgs to check whether those machines would harm humans or not!

Ah! I love cyborgs!

Cyborg - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Pairing: Cyborg!Ghost x Doctor!Fem Reader

Warnings: Hurt to comfort, Fluff, Violence.

Cyborg!Ghost Who was built for war, made to kill and have no emotions. The rest of his team seems to be just fine with that but not him. He felt all those emotions he wasn’t supposed to around you. Like you understood him in a way.

Cyborg!Ghost Who would try and protect you at all costs. You thought it was just his programming but it seems he actually cares for you, but how?

Cyborg!Ghost Who wouldn’t let you in on his emotions at first. But when you had to fix something with his metal arm and even how gentle you were even if he felt no physical pain. He’d have to tell you eventually.

Cyborg!Ghost Who is afraid of most doctors, they all try to shut him off or verbally abuse him. Even test new protocols on him knowing they aren’t safe. But you? You just wanted to keep him up to date and made sure all his parts were clean. But when you found out about the actual abuse going on in your lab? You banned most doctors from checking on him. He’ll forever thank you for that.

Cyborg!Ghost Who gives you a hug one day and you just wrap your arms around him, confused to say the least. “Ghost? What are you doing-?” “Thanks for everything you do for me. I am told physical affection is a good way to show gratitude.” You smiled against him and tightened your grip around him. “I always knew there was something off about you, you feel emotions don’t you?” He froze up for a minute but just nodded at you.

Cyborg!Ghost Who is needed loads in the line of work he was programmed to do. But you make sure he’s never overworked because you worry deeply about him. And he makes sure no other doctors belittle you just because you’re a girl. “No it goes there I would know, move over-” “I’m sure she was doing fine. She knows me better than you do, so don't interrupt her.” And they’d usually get agitated especially because you were right and they caused a whole hissy fit over nothing.Cyborg!Ghost Who was now taken to your house because doctors would not leave him alone at the lab when you weren’t there. Was definitely an adjustment for him. “So you charge your battery by sleeping?” “Yes, exactly. You wanna come lay down with me or not?” “Yes, actually I would.”

This was so adorbs omg I’m writing about this more often.❣️

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badaleesbish · 3 months

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Motherly Love | Bada Lee x Reader

°SUMMARY:

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.

°C/W:

𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, R𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.

°A/N:

The fic is heavy. If you have experienced any of the topics listed above, personally, and may be triggering, this may not be the fic for you. You are welcome to enjoy any of my other fics that are less heavy here. This is your WARNING!!!

A few months ago, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Leilani. The father of Leilani wasn't ready for a child. In fact, neither of you were ready for a baby, but you knew that now you have another life to think about, so it was time to grow up. You didn't beg him to be in Leilani's life because you should not have to beg the father of your child, the person you laid down with to be in their child's life.

You met Bada a few months into your pregnancy, and as time went on, it started to become harder to hide the pregnancy from her. Bada did notice that you were gaining weight, but she didn't care she loved you either way, no matter what.

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"Bada..... I'm pregnant. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid. I mean, I don't know what I'd do if I was in a relationship, and my partner told me they were pregnant. So whatever your decision is, I completely understand."

"Baby..."

"I mean, you don't want to be with me anymore, I completely understand. I wouldn't want to be with someone who is carrying a child that's not mine, either."

"Wait..."

"If you do want to be with me, I promise you don't have to spend a single dime on Leilani. I will continue working, and I will spend my money on my baby."

"Hold on..."

"And you are at the peck of your career, and I don't want to slow you down with a baby that's not even yours to care for. I love you so much, but I will respect whatever your decision is."

"Are you done, my love?"

"Yeah."

"Number one, why would I leave you ever let alone with a baby? Number two, I will care for Leilani just as if she is my own. Number three, I am not going to let you work while you are pregnant. I will be here to support you in any way you need, no matter what it is. Number four, you will not slow me down in any way with my career. I can and will make time for you and Leilani at any time. Lastly, I love you so much, and I will be there with you every step of the way."

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Bada did just that. She was there for you every step on the way. Every doctor's appointment, change of your body, craving, and mood swing, Bada was there. The more Leilani grew in your belly, the more Bada became excited for this huge change that was about to how in your lives. Then, your water broke.

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"Shit, baby, that's your water! Baby, your water just broke!"

"BADA, GET ME THE HOSPITAL NOW!"

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I HAVE TO CALL MY MOM!"

"BADA, HURRY, PLEASE! SHE'S READY TO COME OUT LIKE RIGHT NOW!"

"Ok, ok. I'm grabbing the bags and everything now. Eomma, she's coming! THE BABY IS COMING, EOMMA!"

"LEE BADA! WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME RIGHT NOW, HUH? GET HER TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!

"BADA! NOW!"

"OH SHIT! I'M COMING, BABY!"

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Taking this huge step into something as challenging as parenthood was new and quite stressful for you and Bada. Learning and adapting to new situations and things about your daughter but enjoying the time you all spend together, watching as Leilani grew and having someone who loves her as much as you do there for the both of you is the best feeling in the world.

It's stucks when that someone has to leave, Bada is somewhat like the glue that held you together during your pregnancy and even now and it stucks to see her go. No matter how long it's for, you hated it.

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"Why do you have to go for so long?"

"Love, 3 months will fly by so fast and before you realize it, I'll be back."

"But I don't want you to go, though."

"I'll be back sooner than you'll expect, I promise."

"What if I can't do this alone, without you?"

"Baby, you have this power in you. You're a mother, and that is the power in you. Yes, you will feel like you can't do this, but you are so strong and powerful. You are a mother, you can do it, my love, I know you can, you know can, and even Lani knows you can. Say it, my love. Say, 'I can do it.'

"I can do it."

"Louder. Like you mean it."

"Bada, we're in an airport."

"I don't care. Now say it, I CAN DO IT!"

"I CAN DO IT!"

"That's it, baby. Oh, I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Bada Lee!"

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Everything went crashing down about a month after Bada left. Postpartum Depression. It hit you hard as hell, you felt so empty, useless, hopeless. You felt as though if you couldn't take care of yourself, how were you supposed to care for the person that needed you the most, your baby girl.

You laid there as Leilani cried out for the thousands time tonight. You felt so overwhelmed. You didn't know what else to do. You fed her, changed her diaper, and rocked her back to sleep, and as soon as you close your eyes, she would cry out again. You pulled your limp body from the covers and dragged yourself to Leilani's room.

"Mommy's coming, sweetheart."

You picked her up from her crib as her cries became louder. You cooed to her as you rubbed her back, bouncing her in your arms. Her cries only got louder. You knew she was sleepy, but she just couldn't get to sleep. Bada is usually here to put her to sleep, you haven't had any issues with putting her to sleep, but tonight was different.

You didn't know what to do. You felt horrible because your baby girl was crying, and you didn't know what to do to help her through this. You began to get overwhelmed as you held the crying baby in your arms. Tears began to stream down your cheek, your chest began to feel heavy, and your breathing began to shorten as you rushed to your room. Quickly grabbing your phone to call the one person that you both needed in this moment.

Bada was on the way to one of her classes on her pretty hectic schedule for the day when she got the call from you. She knew it was pretty late in the U.S. considering that you called earlier to talk before you went to bed, but Bada just thought maybe you couldn't sleep, so you called her again, which was fine. She picked up the call as she heard cries and sniffles coming from the other end of the call, and she began to get concerned.

"Hi, baby. Is everything okay? Is Lani okay? Are you okay?"

"Bada... I... I don't know what t.. to do. She keeps crying."

"Okay, baby, first I need you to calm down for me. Can you do that, huh? She can feel your pain, sweetie. She knows you're hurting. Breath with me."

"Okay."

You took a deep breath in and exhaled out, slowly feeling your breathing steady, the tears stop flowing, and the weight on your chest lifted. You settled yourself and Leilani onto your bed as Bada talked you through the sudden panic attack.

"Okay. FaceTime me."

You pulled the phone from your ear, pointing the phone towards the two of you as Bada popped up on the screen. Leilani cries began to soften as she heard the familiar voice and saw the familiar face on the screen.

"Hi, sweet girl. Are you giving Mommy a hard time tonight, huh? Look at that pretty face. You are too pretty to cry, sweet girl."

"I think she misses you, baby."

Leilani's cries came to a stop as she heard Bada's voice over the phone, reaching out for Bada as she saw her face on the screen. Bada continued to talk to her, soothing her whines. You laid in bed with Leilani on your chest, gently rubbing her back as she slowly drifted off.

"Bada. You remember what you said at the airport, will you tell me again?"

"Thank you, baby. I don't know what I'd do if you were not in my life."

"Anytime, love. I told you that I'd be here for you, no matter what."

"Bada, will you sing for us?"

"Of course, baby. What should I sing?"

"Only by LeeHi. I love it when you sing that one."

"Ah, that one."

As Bada's sweet, soft voice flowed from the phone that lay beside the two of you, you felt your eyes begin to get heavy, and your body relaxed into the covers of the bed. Bada watched as the two loves of her life drift off to sleep as she finished the song.

"Good night, my sweet girls. I love you both so much!"

°A/N:

This was pretty heavy, right? I just wanted to let you all know that if you have experienced postpartum depression and anxiety or any mental illness period that you are alone and you have people who care for you and love you. I care for you, and I love you. Yes, we may not know each other, but still, I care about you, and you do have a purpose in this world. You are important and loved. Please reach out and talk to someone if you need to, I am always here if you need someone.

Love ya! 💙

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee imagine #bada lee smut #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #swf 2 #Spotify

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the-offside-rule · 5 months

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Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - First Snow

Day 2 of Christmas

Carlos sat in his and Y/n’s shared bedroom, dressing the newest member of their family in various layers of fluffy clothes. Y/n always found Carlos’ careful side funny whenever he was around the baby. There were corner protectors on each and every corner of the house and now that winter had hit, he had spent a lot of his money on warm clothes. “Carlos, I think she will overheat if you put any more layers on her.” Y/n chuckled, looking in the doorway. “You think?” Carlos lifted the 10 month old, her face looking chubbier because of all the layers her father had on her. Her joyous grin still as cute as ever. “I think we could do with a layer or two less, Carlitos.” Y/n said. “No, no, I am not risking Julietta getting sick.” He turned her around to face him and began peppering her face in kisses. “Isn’t that right, bebe? I would never let anything-”

“You do know that too many layers can make her overheat? Then we’ll be in a lot of trouble.” Carlos sat her back down onto his lap. “So less layers?” He asked. “Just a few.” Carlos nodded and removed some cardigans and shirts. “Can I put on the bear jumper?” He was of course talking about the fluffy jacket his mother had bought for Julia to wear to the paddock, where she became well known for it. “Of course. Then we can bring her outside.” Y/n reassured him. “Her first snow.” Carlos hummed. "You're more excited than she is."

"No, she's excited. Can you not tell?" He was saying in his baby voice. "Come on, Sainz. I think we should get a start here." He nodded along, taking off two layers. "Can you hold her while I put a jacket on?" He asked. "I'll bring her outside. You take your time." Y/n assured him. Carlos was speedy with his jacket, not particularly wanting to spend any time away from his daughter that he didn't have to. After all, it's not everyday he gets to see her during the season, so the pre-season became his new favourite time of year. As he walked down the stairs, wrapping his scarf around his neck. It wasnt any scarf, it was a scarf Y/n had bought for him when she moved in with him in London, back when he joined Renault. They had been through so much, but their love was in just as good condition as that scarf.

Carlos opened the door and saw Y/n leaning down and looking at the ground. Carlos looked confused. Where was his daughter? "Look, baby! Your papa is coming." Y/n cooed. Carlos heard the cutest giggles but no sign of his daughter. "Look at her doing snow angels, Carlos." His heart raced. He began running over towards her and as he grew closer, he spotted the baby wiggling around in the snow with the biggest smile on her face. "What are you doing?!" Carlos nearly screeched, picking her up and into his arms. He held her closely in his chest and looked at Y/n angrily. "She's playing, Carlos. It's safe for her to play in snow. We even asked the doctor last weekend like you wanted." Y/n replied, trying to remain calm. "No, no! I want to keep her safe!" Carlos said defensively. "Carlos, she is nearly 10 months old, now. She can play in the snow." He huffed. "I'm bringing her back inside." Carlos muttered. "This was such a bad idea. Why would I-"

"Okay, okay, listen." Y/n held onto both of Carlos' arms. "Breathe." She said. "Breathe? I am breathing, Y/n!" Carlos snapped back. "Then calm down, maybe?" Carlos scoffed. "I don't want her getting sick." He said. "Shes going to eventually. You can't stop that from happening." Y/n chuckled. "No, but I'm can try avoiding it." Carlos mumbled, kissing his daughter on the head. "Carlos. Think of how excited we were for this. Look at how happy she looks." Carlos sighed. "I know. I'm just worried. I haven't got too much time to spend with her this year." He explained. "I don't want some of my only memories of her being that she's sick." Y/n caressed his cheek. "I know, but we just need to let her get on with it I'm afraid."

Y/n and Carlos smiled as Julia threw snow into the air and laughed in delight. Occasionally throwing some at the dogs and giggling when they sneezed back and tried biting the snow. "Do you ever look at how far we have come?" Carlos asked suddenly. "As parents?" Y/n asked. "I mean as a couple. Take this how you will, but I didn't expect us to last this long. Especially when you started college." Y/n chuckled. "We didn't see eachother that much during those years, did we?" Carlos shook his head. "And now look at us. We have a dog, a house, and we have Julia too." He said. "You forgot we're married now." He grinned. "I know. Its crazy."

Julia looked back at her parents. They noticed and waved before something incredible happened. She decided then and there to hold onto the dogs laying beside her and trying to push herself up but falling back down. Carlos jumped up to go get her, but Y/n pulled him back. "Just wait." She said. As Carlos and Y/n watched their daughters multiple attempts, hoisting herself up then falling. "If she doesn't make this one I'm getting her." Carlos whispered. "Okay. That's fine." Y/n replied. They watched as she once again leaned on the dogs, pushed herself up and this time, she stood. Carlos smiled and clapped for his daughter. "Muy bien! Very good, Julietta!" He cheered. Before they knew it, Elena stepped one foot in front of the other and leaned forward to walk.

"She stepped! Y/n she stepped!" Carlos said in disbelief. Y/n chuckled. Julia's first laugh had been while Carlos was away doing work with Ferrari. The first time she crawled was while Carlos was away at the Dutch Grand Prix. She first stood up in the Ferrari garage in Austin while Carlos had been out racing. Any of her huge milestones had been missed by Carlos, so her father was obviously ecstatic to be seeing his little Julia talking her first step. "I know. Such a clever girl." Y/n said. Carlos opened his arms wide, encouraging his daughter to walk. She instead giggled again and dropped on all fours to crawl over to her dad. "Nearly there. You're so smart." Carlos smiled, pecking her face a few times. "Should we go inside now? We don't want her getting sick now, do we?" Carlos looked back at his wife.

"No, we definitely do not." He replied. "Okay, Papa Sainz. Let's get some hot chocolate going." She said. "Oh my god, I'm actually Papa Sainz now."

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jangofettjamz · 6 months

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Doctor Wednesday Pt2

Gentle!Wednesday x Selective!Mute!Male!Reader

Reader is on the Autism spectrum.

Summary: You feel overwhelmed and Wednesday comforts you because you're her favourite person.

Words: 1786

Wednesday POV

"Is he okay?" Enid asked me, worried for Y/Ns condition.

"He'll be fine soon enough, his fever is getting better, though not yet in the normal range. He's still quite congested. I'm constantly checking him over. I haven't left his side." I say to the werewolf. "I won't leave him alone until I'm confident that he's well enough to resume classes."

She smiled at me, deviously. "What?" I ask her, wanting to know what she found so obviously amusing.

"You're so in love, Wednesday it's insane." She laughed as she spoke. I hate to admit it, but Enid is most certainly correct. I am in love with my beautiful Y/N, and I'm not ashamed to admit that, not at all. Though I am ashamed to admit that Enid is proven right.

I let out a sharp exhalation, expressing my annoyance with the werewolf. "You're enjoying the fact that you're right about me, aren't you?" A rhetorical question, but she answers anyway.

"Umm absolutely! You're so in love with him. And now you're basically his personal doctor. How romantic!" She exclaims excitedly, luckily no one heard as we were in our dorm.

"I didn't want to take him to the infirmary. The nurses completely disregard his needs everytime he goes there. I won't put him through any unnecessary discomfort if I can prevent it. Besides, I'm far more qualified to take care of him than those pitiful excuses for nursing staff" I scoff, their incompetence definitely shows.

My eyes dart over to Y/N sleeping figure, I only hope he's not in anymore pain when he regains consciousness.

"Anyways, would you like to go out with me and Yoko to Jericho this afternoon?" She asked, but I gave her a look of disapproval.

"Go out with you and the vampire while Y/N remains alone in bed? No thank you, I have a patient to look after. Like I said, I'm not leaving him." I say, shutting down Enid's suggestion immediately.

Y/N began to stir in his sleep, whimpers of discomfort causing worry to flow through me. "Enid leave now. Y/N isn't comfortable with guests at the moment." She nods and immediately heads out, she may be foolish but she knows Y/N isn't in the mood right now.

I walked over to Y/N, who's still laying on my bed. I sat down on his bedside to gently comfort him. "Shhhh it's okay sweet boy, it's okay. I'm here." I cooed, pressing my lips to his forehead.

His eyes slowly opened, my hands stroking the top of his head as he awoke from his slumber. I smile down at him, letting him know that's he safe. "Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"

He couldn't speak too well so he began signing instead "Can I have some water please? My throat's really dry" He asked.

"Of course you can, darling" I grabbed a water bottle and held it to his lips, gently guiding the water down his throat in small increments. "Small sips, my love" he gulped down the water, soothing his dry thoat. "Your IV has finished. I'll re-examine you in a moment, but I'll give you some time since you just woke up." He nodded and began signing again.

"Can I have a hug please?" He looked embarrassed at the request. Usually I'd gag at the prospect of cuddling someone, but he's very special to me, and I love hugging him.

I smile at him and cup his face "You can have as many hugs as you want, mi amor. Don't be afraid to ask me that. Come here" I gently wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my chest, careful not to cause any unnecessary discomfort.

"I know you're still not feeling the best, my lovely. But I'll make you all better soon I promise. It's the weekend so we can spend the next few days together." He smiled and I reciprocated, holding even tighter to my chest.

"Are you feeling okay sensory wise?" He signs that he's not feeling great. "Is the material for the blankets and pillows okay?" He nodded. "Is it your chest that's feeling weird?" He nods again "How does your chest feel?"

He began to speak with words this time. "Umm it still feels little bit tight. I still have shortness of breath." I nod at his words.

"Can you sit up for me? I'm gonna have a listen to your chest, sweet boy" he did as I asked. I took the stethoscope from around my neck and put in my ears, warming up the diaphragm against my palm for his comfort.

I placed the stethoscope onto his chest to listen. "Is that too cold, sweetheart?" He shook his head and I smiled, kissing his temple shortly afterwards. His heart was racing, at least 90bpm.

"Hey, sweet boy it's okay. Are you panicking a little?" He nods his head frantically, his chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing became more rapid. He began to stim, tapping his knees and playing with his fingers. He's gonna have a meltdown.

His heart rate had risen more, so has his breathing. "Oh sweetheart come here" I cooed. He leaned sideways into my shoulder, my arms securing his body. "We'll rock together while I listen to your heart so I can calm you down. Does that sound okay, my love?" He nodded and snuggled into me further.

His body was shaking a tremendous amount, as though his entire nervous system was in overdrive. I held him close to me while listening to his chest, wanting to hear his heartbeat slow down while I rocked him. "Shhhh you're okay, Y/N. You're okay. I've got you. You're safe in my arms." I reassured, hoping it would slow down his heart rate.

"I'm sorry!" He cried into me.

"What an earth for, my love?" I haven't the faintest idea why he's so upset.

"I'm sorry for not getting better. I'm such a burden, taking up all your time to look after me. I'm so sorry Wednesday!" My heart broke. I could never be mad at him for needing me to take care of him, he's sick and needs his partner to help him.

"Shh shh shh I'm not mad at you, mi amor. I could never be mad. Your illness is just being stubborn is all, it's not your fault." I say whilst holding him, rocking him gently, listening to the sound of his heart slow down at my reassuring words.

"You're doing so well, my love. Your heart is calming down a bit too. Take deep breaths for me, I'll do them with you." He followed my deep breathing techniques, his heart slowed because of it which caused relief to flow through me.

His heart rate became steady enough for my liking. Now that he was more relaxed, it was time to listen to his breathing. I moved the stethoscope down to his ribs to listen to the lung sounds. "A couple more deep breaths for me, sweet boy." He followed my instructions, the crackling in his lungs was still present, but not as prominent as last night.

I took off my stethoscope and put it around my neck. "You're lungs are clearing a bit, which means your condition is definitely improving." I feel his forehead to get a gauge of his temperature. "Your temp is lower too. How's your stomach feeling?"

"A little better than last night, still hurts a bit though." He says while still snuggled in my arms. I nod at his words and lean him onto his back, preparing some medicine for him.

I pour the medicine onto a spoon, he grimaced as he did so. "Alright darling open up" he sighed and reluctantly opened his mouth, accepting the spoonful of medicine. I patted his back to make the consumption of the horrible spoonful more bearable to swallow.

"Good job, Y/N. Are you feeling more relaxed now, my love?" He nods, but unable to talk. "Are you feeling non-verbal?" He nods again. "That's okay, you can sign if you want to. Can I take your blood pressure again?" He nodded and I kissed him on the cheek gently.

"Stick your arm out, my love" he does as he's told and I wrap the cuff around his bicep, making sure it's not too tight. "Does that feel okay?" He gave a thumbs up as response to my question. I put the stethoscope back in my ears, placing the diaphragm on the crook of his elbow where the brachial artery is located. I began squeezing the pump.

I stopped pumping the cuff and listened, his blood pressure had definitely improved. "130/86, better than last night. You're getting better my love" I smile softly and kiss his forehead. A sense of relief washes over Y/N. I put the stethoscope back around my neck and took the cuff off his arm.

"I know you probably won't feel better for atleast a couple days, maybe even a week. But, once you're all better I'll take you anywhere you want. The harvest festival is on soon. I know you don't like crowds but I promise I'll keep you safe and protected. We can get ice cream too" He smiled brightly which I happily reciprocated.

I cupped his face, my thumb rubbing in circles on his cheek. "But, like I said, we can go anywhere you want. My treat for being such a good patient" I open my arms for him rest his head against my chest, he gladly accept my embrace and moved himself to be held in my grasp as I sat on his bedside.

"I love you, Wednesday" He mumbled against my chest.

"I love you too, mi amor. My special boy" I kiss the top of his head and held him tight, not wanting this moment to end.

A/N

Thanks for reading this fic. I know Wednesday is quite out of character here which may be jarring to some people. If you'd like more stories where Wednesday is really gentle only for Y/N, please let me know.

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staytinyville · 7 months

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OUTLAW (25)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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Warning: none, another spicy chapter you already knoooow

A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). Tell me more. We love Jongho my boy needs more love. Turn it up for him!! Also yes. I too would click quickly on updated stories lol. Thank you for liking it so much!

For all 9 people to be packed into one tent, there wasn’t much room to move about. If someone were to trip, the entire tarp was going to come down. However, each one of you were beyond worried and wanted to hear first hand what the diagnosis for Jongho was.

“Out of all the weapons those gang members have, you get injured from falling into a hole.” Yeosang had a deep set frown, harshly wrapping Jongho’s knee between two sticks while still being gentle.

“At least he took out that one guy with him.” Wooyoung pointed out.

It seemed that the story went; Jongho was throwing punches with a guy when he stepped into a hole and his ankle twisted. From doing this, his knee gave out on him, which made him fall. While being on the floor he took the chance to pull on his assailant’s leg to trip him. From there, Jongho was able to find a branch and beat him with it.

“I'm fine.” Jongho winced when Yeosang lightly pressed his fingers into the side of the knee in warning.

“Jongho, your leg is purple.” Yeosang sighed. “You probably irritated your old injury.”

Yeosang stood up after placing Jongho’s leg down onto the bedspread. The boy had been brought in to lay down, the others making sure he was off the injury.

“I wouldn't be surprised if it's a sprain. You should be fine in a couple of days if that's the case, though.” Yeosang explained. “Just keep off it and wrapped tightly. No leaving the bed for today and tomorrow. You can start to walk on crutches in a few days.”

“But we have things to do-” Yeosang held up a finger to stop Jongho.

“We do.” The man pointed to himself and the others. “You can rest here for the time being.” The look in his eyes held no room for an argument.

You knew Yeosang was the one who cared for them when in a medical emergency and you could see he took his expertise very seriously. The others seemed to also be wary of him when he was acting as doctor. They looked like they wouldn’t dare to go against Yeosang’s orders.

“What am I supposed to do?” Jongho pouted, crossing his arms.

“Nothing!” Wooyoung exclaimed with a smile. “Enjoy your time. Sounds like you'll be having a blast!”

“I'm sorry, Jongho.” Yeosang sighed. “I know you get antsy, but you have to stay in bed tomorrow.”

Yeosang’s words only made Jongho’s pout deepen. “What if I need to pee?”

“One of us will take care of you.” The boys who were near you suddenly cringed, silently groaning. “Don't worry.” Yeosang added.

“I'll take care of him.” You spoke up, moving the boys aside to reach Jongho.

You came up beside Yeosang, the boy looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows. By the look on Jongho’s face, the older boy knew the younger one was not too excited about you taking care of him.

“You sure?” He asked you.

“Yeah, don't worry about it.” You gave Yeosang a reassuring smile. “If I need help I'll be sure to call for one of you.” You looked at the others, giving them the same smile.

“Alright then. Sounds like a plan.” Wooyoung slapped the person next to him on the shoulder. Mingi squeaked, giving Wooyoung the side eye.

As the boys all shuffled out, making sure to tell Jongho to listen, Yunho walked closer to you. “If he makes you upset, don't be afraid to come to one of us.” He told you softly.

While you weren’t upset with the boy, he knew that Jongho was holding some kind of resentment towards you after that night. It was a stupid reason, but hopefully you both could solve it with the time you spend with him.

“I'll be fine.” You told Yunho. He hummed, turning around to leave the two of you alone.

There was a moment of awkward silence as the two of you were alone in the tent. You looked around for a bit, taking note of everything before wanting to make small talk. “Would you like anything?” You asked.

“No.” He immediately told you.

He kept his eyes on his leg, poking at it as he messed with the pain it gave him. He didn’t flinch or make a sound, so you knew he would stop right before things got too painful.

“Seonghwa is making dinner. I'll bring it to you when it finishes.” You told him, turning around to leave, but you stopped short.

He hadn’t given you an answer when you reached the door so you whipped back around to look at him. “Are you mad at me?” You spoke up, almost shouting it, as you didn’t have a proper hold on your emotions.

Jongho’s head whipped up to look at you, a confused expression on his face. “Where would you get that?” He shook his head.

While his words were meant to deter you from thinking he was in fact mad, the way he looked at you made you think otherwise.

“You've been avoiding me since last night. I wanted to speak with you.” You looked down, fiddling with your fingers.

“You're speaking now.” Jongho shrugged.

“Jongho.” You told him exaggeratedly, getting annoyed with the way he seemed to dodge your questions.

He looked away from your glare, jaw clenching as he tried to come up with what to say. “Sorry. I'm just annoyed.” He sighed.

You huffed as you looked at his knee. “It's only for one day. You can move again soon.” You told him. “Yeosang said you irritated your old wound. Have you hurt your leg before?” You asked him quietly

“Yeah.” Jongho sighed. “It's sensitive to certain movements.” He moved his knee a bit, wincing from a surge of pain.

“I see.” You nodded your head. You looked around once more, dropping your shoulders when he wasn’t going to talk more to you. “I'll leave you to it then.” You turned around, planning to actually leave this time.

However, he was the one who called out to you. “Why are you still here?” He asked you. You whipped your head around to look at him, confused. “You could be at home in a nice bed, working in the hotel.”

Your jaw ticked as you looked down. There was a growing pain in your chest at his words that made tears almost pool in your eyes. “Do you want me gone?” You asked him quietly.

Jongho began to frown at your tone. It hurt him to have you think he didn’t want you to stay. To stay by their sides. He knows the other’s would be happy with the way he was speaking to you, but all he could think about was the smile on your face if you were to have a better life.

“No.” He answered, looking down at his lap.

“Then why are you pushing me to leave?” You walked over to his side, falling down onto your knees to sit next to him.

“Because you don't deserve this.” Jongho admitted to you.

You knew where he was coming from, but all of a sudden you felt angry with how he was choosing things for you.”Why do you get to choose what I deserve? Better yet, how could you know what I deserve?” You told him. “You don't know me.”

“You don't know us either!” Jongho retorted.

“What if I want to!?” You suddenly asked. You took in a deep breath, trying to calm down as tears pooled in your eyes. “You-You all make me feel like I'm somebody. Like I'm meant to be here.” You admitted to him.

“I have never once ever made a friend who didn't belittle me for the way I thought or acted. You guys don't make me feel like I'm the strange one. But you keep saying I don't deserve this, which means I don't deserve to be happy.” You looked down, hands clenching your pants.

Jongho suddenly felt lost for words, realizing how harsh he was being with you. “I didn't mean that-”

“But you still keep pushing me away.” You cried. “It hurts to have you think that.” You sniffled lightly.

He tried to scoot closer to you, to bring you into his arms in a hug. When you noticed his movements, you were quick to allow yourself to fall forward. “Love, I'm sorry. That's not what I want.” He whispered into your hair.

“Then why are you doing it?” You asked quietly, your words muffled by his shirt.

Jongho pursed his lip, looking up at the roof before leaning back down to pull you closer to him. “Because it'll make me selfish to keep you here.”

You pulled back to look at him. “Aren't we all selfish?”

“Not you.” He shook his head, hand running over your cheek. “Never you.”

You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips, which prompted you to do the same. “How would you know?” You asked him.

“Because I know you.” He pulled you closer, his nose rubbing against yours. “No matter what you do, you'll always think about others first.”

With a suction of breath, you pulled yourself to touch his lips with yours. His hands were warm as they moved to your neck and pulled you closer. You noticed how his kiss was soft yet demanding. He wanted you to know that, while he was sweet about it, he was the one moving you along.

You raised to your knees to get closer to him, which led him to place his hand on your waist. As you shuffled closer, his hands bunched up your shirt. Jongho didn’t use his tongue like the others had, which made you lick his lips just the tiniest of bits. He suddenly sucked in a breath as his nostrils flared from the contact.

Your eyes flew open as he suddenly gripped your waist around his arm and moved you to fall into his lap. You squeaked, but Jongho didn’t allow you to pull back from him. With his other arm, he made sure to keep your head close to his. He didn’t want you to break the kiss and you knew that.

You began to pant as his mouth only seemed to push you along, lifting your hips up to get more comfortable in the man’s lap. Before you realize it, you swing one leg over Jongho’s thighs, straddling him. Jongho took advantage of the position to place both hands on your back and pull you closer. His good knee lifted, which caused you to shift further up his legs.

You pulled your lips from Jongho’s, however the man took the invitation to continue kissing down your jaw. Your head fell back as the new sensations left shivers going down your spine. Your fingers moved to the back of his neck, hands finding their way into his shirt to feel his heated skin. You stuck your hand down the back of his shirt, nails scratching lightly.

Your other hand went to his scalp, digging into his hair. When his lips suddenly touched your collar bone, you leaned back onto his lifted knee, causing him to pull forward. As you did so, you let out a moan from the juncture between your thighs rubbing up against him. Your eyes went wide as you both stared up at each other.

“Sheesh, Love.” He returned to your mouth like a starved man this time around.

He wasn’t careful anymore–he allowed his hands to roam every part of your covered body as they pleased. Jongho grabbed fistfuls of the side of your thighs, digging you deeper onto his lap. You fell forward, feeling the pressure on your most sensitive area. It left you panting and wanting to rub against it more.

However, you were quickly stopped when you realized just how fast you were going. The build up was already coming up on you, which made you pull back from Jongho as you tried to calm down your racing heart.

He allowed you to lay your head down on his shoulders, feeling your thighs twitch on his as you tried to come down from the stimulation. He frowned to himself as he noticed how sensitive you truly were, deciding to soothe your skin by rubbing your back.

“Are you okay?” He asked you quietly.

“Yeah,” You answered. “I’ve just never done that before.” You pulled back from him, suddenly feeling something between your legs.

Your eyes went wide and you made quick work of getting off him. “I’m so sorry!” You gasped, falling backwards.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Jongho frowned, watching your flushed face. When he noticed how you seemed to shy away from him, he came up with a conclusion. “Have you never done any of that before?” He asked you, tilting his head.

You shook your head slowly. “I had my first kiss with Mingi.”

Jongho’s eyes suddenly went wide as his hands dropped beside him. “Well, that’s kind of important.”

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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milk crew reaction receiven nudes from reader

[suggestive]

Strawberry: Oh wow- Give a guy a little head's up next time. The most innocent about it and just says you look amazing and leaves it there - until he realizes you may want something in return.

Vanilla: Unexpected, but she's not one to complain nor waste opportunity. If she's in a position to, she'll send you a photo back with compliments straight out of romance novel (possibly one she had on hand)

Milk Tea: About time, but secondly how dare you not be around to take care of what you've caused. Demands you drop whatever you're doing and come over - if he's not speeding to your location instead

Ginger: Is in her shop twenty four seven and probably injures herself getting to her phone. Sends you a picture of her bandaged hand and two simple words "Send more."

Rootbeer: Eyes bulging out of his head, heart stopping. Cowboy will sprint to the nearest drugstore to find a pair of glasses that'll work for the time to see you in all your glory. At the end of it, he just sends a picture of his empty bed and "your place, or mine?"

Cherry: "I was in need of some motivation for practice. If only I could have the real thing though" You hear her skates at your door not even a minute later

Spice: "Dear, please. You are gorgeous as always, but I am working." Acts civilized, but the second the bar is clear he's rushing to the back to rub one out and go into heavy detail about what thoughts your photos conjured throughout the day.

Oat: "That's nice, love." Leaves it there or she would go into how lovely you'd look tied up.

Chocolate: "On my way. Move or put any clothes on and we'll have a problem."

Banana: Leaves you on read. This isn't malicious by any means, Banana is just easily flustered and has never seen anyone naked before. Compliments the wall behind you and hates herself for it later.

Peach: Responds with pictures of her in some lingerie she had conveniently lying around. The second you get that "Omw" text is when she's right outside your window.

Cotton Candy: Uses your nudes for reference in their art or starts commenting on what paints would go well on you since it's pretty hard to paint with one hand.

Eggnog: Very conflicted. High chance they're living in your attic during this and they don't know what to do. Should they go down? No - you would've said so in your message. Do you want to see them? No - they aren't pretty like you. Eventually works up to courage to send you a picture of them shirtless just to see where things go

Screamsicle: Sends you a picture of one of their skeletons dressed in one of the sexy costumes they've made along with a cheesy pick up line. This is to distract they're afraid of what you'll say if they send you pictures of themself as they are a bit self conscious about being one of the smallest height and muscle wise hybrids... and you're the hottest person they've ever seen

Mint: Sends a few emojis and a picture of themselves naked plain and simple. Some stuff about you sitting on their face later in conversation too

Apple: Please don't make the doctor horny at work. Their thoughts are on you enough already. If you send nudes during work they'll have no choice but to close shop early because they're too caught up on your photos. After hours are free game and they will be at your door momentarily

Licorice: Calls you so you can hear what your little offering is doing for him. That's what you wanted, right? Depending on the day, those sounds might even come from inside your closet.

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bigfan-fanfic · 1 year

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The Clinic (Male!Reader x Mafia!Bucky and Steve)

Requested by @jayfeather965 for Your response to the captain and batdad ask has my creative juices flowing. The captain and iron arm Barnes are equal partners in a mafia, lovers and stuff. But then one of them, Bucky or Steve gets shot and separated from from the gang. Ends up going to a street clinic, with doctors who don’t ask questions. And naturally he’s fascinated by the doctor who helps him but calls him out for his arrogant attitude and takes no nonsense. Could you write a long story on this? Lmk please

Trigger warning blood, crime, mob au, etc.

"Babe."

"Yeah, boss?"

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

The Captain grips Barnes' chin in his fingers, tilting up his face. Barnes knows better than to resist.

Barnes is shirtless, the bandages wrapped around his chest and over his shoulder where he had been shot. His cheekbones still have the stitches in them.

The Captain is impeccably dressed, their states incongruous.

"What can I say, pal? It's hard to find a man that ain't afraid of me."

The Captain lets go, grabs the tumbler of whiskey in Barnes' hand, and tosses it aside.

It shatters in the fireplace and the alcohol makes the fire burst in a roar, but neither man hears it, because they are locked in a bruising, harsh kiss.

Barnes' hands frame the Captain's waist as the big man straddles him, clutching Barnes' face, his thumb brushing over the not-quite-healed gash in a way that is painful, but also grounding.

Cap growls, knowing that even with the pretext of healing, another man has touched what is his.

Only Barnes has been able to calm the raging beast inside him, this thing that makes him the most feared boss in the city, The Captain, and his iron right hand, Iron-Arm Barnes.

But maybe he's too hard. Like a callus that grows from overuse and dulls sensation. Maybe this sawbones has a tender touch Barnes has been missing.

For his part, Barnes has always been given to obsession. If the Cap had never had that growth spurt and hit the gym like a train crash, Barnes knew he'd have taken him. The little punk would be his precious little pet instead of his boss. But they would be together no matter what.

For Barnes, his blood wasn't his own, it flowed in the Cap's veins. So there wasn't a question of loving instead. They were parts of the same organism.

Barnes remembers you.

He dragged himself to your clinic after being shot, after his men had gotten away and he had been left for dead.

It's attractive, he won't lie, to see a man cool in a crisis. You get him on a table, strip him of his dirty and bloodstained clothes without a hint of lust or a sneak at his body, and you get to work picking shrapnel out of sensitive areas and stitching him up.

Barnes waits for a while after he wakes up post-op, knowing that he's not at full strength, before he reaches for his gun.

And you slip it out of his reach.

"No guns in my clinic."

"Do you know who I fucking am, sweetheart?"

"I don't care who you are. Bullets left at the door, or I let you bleed out on the floor."

"So much for the damn Hippocratic Oath."

"Fuck you. I have my license, and I don't ask questions. So maybe lose the attitude."

"Touché, sweetheart."

"Wipe that grin off your face. You lost a lot of blood."

"You gonna pump me full of morphine?"

"Bold of you to assume we have that kind of funding. The bullet passed through you clean. We're gonna need to change your bandages regularly for the next ten hours or so, and you're out of commission the next six weeks, at least."

"Really? I feel like a million bucks. A million bucks with a big hole in it."

You shake your head and take his gun, locking him in the room behind you.

"You gonna call the cops?"

Nope. That's not what you did.

"Name's Bucky."

You didn't tell him yours.

He talks incessantly, you answer some questions, remain silent for others

By the time the next morning rolls around, he's head over heels. "You're a shithead, Bucky. I don't wanna see you in here again, OK?"

He can hear the concern in your voice. You don't want him injured like that again. There's a connection there. A dangerous man, the battlefield angel.

And now he wants. And he wants his other half to want too.

They break their steamy kiss. It was a claiming, but Barnes is already owned.

"You still love me?"

"To the end of the line, pal. Never a question."

"You want the sawbones?"

"I'm yours, punk."

"Not what I asked."

"I want him."

"Then you'll have him."

"We."

The Cap grins. "I never met a guy with more heart. You think I have it in me to not get murderously jealous?"

Barnes kisses him. "Stevie, you're gonna be as head over heels as me. We're a team."

"I don't get you, pal, but I love you more than life."

"Then let's get us a sawbones."

#male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x bucky x reader #marvel headcanons #headcanons #marvel x male reader

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shhh-secret-time · 21 days

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Stan Marsh

26 y.o (He/Him)

Soul Synergy: Anything you write on your skin will appear on your soulmate.

Headcanons:

◇ Worked on his father's farm for years, while he didn't want to he stayed for his mom

◇ Shelly moved out and left South Park for a different college. The two aren't close, but they're better than when he was a kid.

◇ He works part-time at the university radio station with Jimmy.

》 Jimmy does most of the commentary, Stan will pitch it sometimes, but he leaves most of the talking to him. Stan is in charge of the music

◇ He has snuck some of Crimson Dawn on air and did the same for Timmy's band. Jimmy doesn't care, but he gives Stan a hard time about it.

◇ Going to college on a sports scholarship, to no one's surprise

》 The surprise came when he almost lost it all.

◇ He struggled heavily with alcoholism when he first moved out of his parents house

◇ Used to go out night after night, being invited to parties and hang out events

◇ It didn't seem like a problem until he woke up with vomit in his hair and had no memory of the last three days.

》 His hair used to be longer but he decided to cut it after that.

◇ It takes the other three to help snap him out of it, not just Kyle.

◇ After that he went and got help, of course the other three had his back. Kyle helped him find the support groups needed around campus. Kenny spread the word of keeping alcohol away from Stan, and Cartman enforced it.

◇ They have a system when they go to parties or out to eat with him. Kenny will give everyone the warning, do not offer him alcohol. Not as a joke, it's not funny. Wanna flirt with him, buy him something else. If you invite him to a party, have some fucking sodas or juice.

◇ Cartman is the next step if for some reason you don't decide to listen. Absolutely embarrasses the person, socially tears them apart. We all know he's very good at turning a crowd on people.

◇ Kyle is the big guns, he lives with Stan. He's his best friend. His super best friend, and he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to him. Kyle's not afraid to let the person know just how small they are and will throw hands if need be.

》 Luckily, it hasn't gotten that far. Most people stop at Cartman.

◇ Stan has worked very hard since then to keep himself clean. He's cut alcohol out completely because he knows how easy it is to slip back into it.

◇ When he feels himself slipping again or tempted, he goes to the gym. He writes a song, goes for a jog, bugs someone with board games, does literally anything to keep his mind off it.

》 His last resort is smoking a cigarette, Kyle doesn't like it, but it's better than the alternative

◇ Stan was able to keep his scholarship but it took a lot of work, and a lot of dedication.

◇ The necklace was a gift from the three boys after Stan's second year clean. They all wrote something up on each line and had Kenny carve it in.

》 Kyle: I'm proud of you man. Keep it up, or I'll kick your ass. -SB

》 Kenny: I am always a call away. I've got you Stan, I love you handsome.

》 Cartman: Don't be fucking stupid. I'm the only one who gets to ruin your life.

(Cartman took up some of Kyle's line. It makes Stan smile everytime he sees it)

◇ It's incredibly corny and off brand for him but he never takes it off, that necklace means everything to him.

◇ He's still the quarterback on the team, and the pressure sometimes gets to him.

◇ He plays basketball with Kyle sometimes, but he's not a fan of getting his ankles rolled all the time so he only does it when he needs to get Kyle to relax

◇ His depression is still there, it never really goes away, but he's got a better understanding of it

◇ Goes to a proper doctor and gets the help he needs. After a few therapist visits, he gets a prescription for it and now here he is.

◇ Since Kenny and Karen live so close Karen helps remind him to take his meds. She leaves him little snacks with every pills.

》 Skittles one day, M&Ms another, Cashews, and then a Reese's cup at the end of the week (I just like the idea of the group adopting Karen, but she adopts them back ya know?)

◇ No one else knows about this, Stan's a bit embarrassed by it but he finds it adorable that she's trying

◇ It makes him want to be better. So he works hard to keep a routine and a method.

◇ When he feels like he hates himself, he showers

◇ When he feels like he hates other people, he needs to eat

◇ When he feels withdrawal or if he's tired, he needs water.

◇ Has a special water bottle that Gary got him.

◇ Begs Kyle to go to the gym with him, he can't go alone he needs his buddy!

》 They end up making it a game. Who can push the other one to giving up.

》 Kyle does a certain number in a set, well Stan does one more. Stan runs for a certain amount of time on the treadmill, well Kyle runs faster and longer.

》 They pay for it in the morning but it's worth it

◇ Was the forever DM in his board game nights. He has all the D&D books, most of them are those special covered ones

◇ The local comic book store knows him well, and they save a book for him when they come out

◇ He still paints minis, for Christmas one year he got everyone's characters! Hand painted them and gave them out

》 He was so proud. And then Kenny lost his character the next session

》 Kenny's character is on the shelf near his books. Forever immortalized next to the players guide

◇ On days where everyone can't make it they play test a different system

◇ Wild Talents -> Superheros

◇ Deadlands -> Cowboys

◇ Traveler -> Sci-fi

◇ Red Market -> Zombie Apocalypse

◇ When Stan finally finishes his campaign and Kyle takes over, it takes him a minute to shift back into being a player! (I'm projecting)

◇ He has Wendy and Nichole over, of course! They can't make it all the time (Nichole has her own campaign that Stan's a part of and Wendy is a busy little lady), so they guest star!

◇ Gets together with Nichole and they plot ways to bully their players. (Rip Kenneth)

》 If people don't feel like playing TTRPGS he's got plenty of board games! (Honestly dude I can go on forever about this. I'm big time projecting, so I'm gonna end it here.)

◇ Stan loves his messenger bag, its got more patches in it then just the deftones on the side

◇ Collects band patches like a punk does for their jackets

◇ Anytime he goes to a local band gig he buys a patch (support local artists)

◇ Of course he has his guitar. Even if I didn't draw it!

◇ Cherry red guitar that he babies, he loves his guitar more then anything else he owns.

◇ Kyle got it for him when they both graduated high-school, it means the world to him

◇ His case for it has seen better days, most of the scratches are covered in stickers people have slapped on it.

◇ Honestly, he's got like one or two that he put on

◇ It's a game around the university: Get a Sticker on Marsh's Case

》 Craig's in the lead.

◇ Like Kyle does with Stan's inhaler. Stan carries insulin in his messenger bag for Kyle.

》 He knows Kyle doesn't pay attention to himself and lets his blood sugar drop so he also carries snacks

◇ The bright pink lighter and the lighter case was given to him by the guys, because that dummy always loses his lighter.

》 Every other day he's asking to borrow a lighter because he lost his

◇ Yet he knows where everyone of his guitar picks are, which is ridiculous

◇ Has a shit ton of them too, carries them in a little case!

◇ Stan will fist fight anyone who touches that brown journal, there's so much in there. (You know that feeling you get when someone asks to see your sketchbook? Yeah.)

◇ Lyrics for Crimson Dawn, poems that will never see the light of day, magic cards he uses as bookmarks,and campaign ideas

》 A few pages that have been ripped out and or burned out. Usually means he's had a bad day and needed to get it out

◇ The other thing he's protective of is his headphones, he's not sure why. There's nothing special about those white headphones. But they're his, and they got him through high-school.

◇ He was actually super happy about his Soul Synergy

◇ He already had a habit of doodling on his skin, so it was a surprise it manifested like this

◇ Kyle does get onto him about how often he marks on his skin. He orders Stan those Body Mark markers.

◇ When pictures or words show up on his skin it tickles, it's like he can feel the marker or pen

◇ That's the only part he hates, it tickles him and he's extremely ticklish (perish.)

◇ Doodles, lists, lyrics, and notes on things to do later. For some reason he's protective over all of them, and it makes him slightly sad when they go away.

It a few hours of sitting still, but it's finally done. Red takes a wipe and swipes it across his forearm, the moist wipe feels good against his skin. It's irritated from being poked over and over again, he can still feel the buzz of the needle.

The wipe reveals the jagged Soundwave tattoo stretching down his forearm. He smiles at it and almost goes to touch it, but stops himself. From the way his tattoo artist glares at him, he knows better.

He tries, he really does, to listen to Red as she goes through the steps on how to take care of it. But it's hard when he keeps staring at it, wondering if his little plan worked.

On the outside, it certainly seems narcissistic to get one's voice tattooed on one's self. But Stan could live with the whispers or the questions if it meant it was on the skin of his soulmate too. It wasn't anyone else's business what it was, that was between him and them.

After all Stan worked very hard to get that recording of him singing, You are my Sunshine, just right.

(Here's the blank ♡)

#south park #sp fanfiction #south park fanfiction #secret soulmate au #Stan Marsh #Soulmate au #south park fanart #drabble #headcanons #reader insert #south park x reader #x reader #soul synergy #shhh its a secret

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cousmemes · 3 months

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dialogue starters from DOCTOR WHO SEASON 9. feel free to edit for context / continues under the cut.

"Why do you always assume I'm lying?"

"An enemy's just a friend you don't really know yet."

"Wherever you go, there are people who care enough to find you."

"Anyone can hide from an enemy. No one from a friend."

"I did something wrong. I let somebody down when I should have been brave enough and strong enough to do better."

"You do realise you're still an idiot."

"Are you any good with a broadsword?"

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't run."

"He doesn't know we're here, does he?"

"When do I not see you?"

"Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand?"

"You want to know how dangerous I am?"

"Is that supposed to frighten me?"

"If she is really dead, then you'd better be very, very careful how you tell me."

"What am I even looking for?"

"They don't have much respect for you, do they?"

"I'm so glad you didn't have to see that."

"I'm your friend. I'm your friend!"

"You know what? I've just had a very clever idea."

"How long do you think it's been down here?"

"What's wrong? You're not happy. Why aren't you happy? Tell me."

"Wait, wait. I don't think they're going to hurt us."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Do you know what you need? You need a hobby."

"Where have you been? Everyone's been looking for you."

"We're coming back, aren't we?"

"I'm fine, by the way, in case you were worried."

"We need to get there. It's our only way out."

"You're sure they're not going to hurt us?"

"You seem to know an awful lot about me."

"I'm asking what I should say to you."

"I'm not ready yet. I don't want to think about that. Not yet."

"You didn't try very hard to stop her, though, did you?"

"You can't cheat time."

"No one is coming to save you."

"You're always talking about what you can and can't do but you never tell me the rules."

"We're time travellers. We tread softly. It's okay to make ripples, but not tidal waves."

"I had a dream you'd all died. It was so real, I thought I'd made it happen."

"There's nothing to fear, strange maiden."

"What's the one thing that gods never do? Gods never actually show up!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you afraid."

"I have no reason to fear you."

"Not every misfortune that befalls us is down to you."

"We're not cowards. We do not run."

"Stay. You could help us. I know you could."

"A good death? Is that the best we can hope for?"

"I've got a hobby, thanks. It's you, by the way."

"Every time we do something like this, I keep thinking, what if something happens to you?"

"What do you think our chances are tomorrow?"

"I cannot keep you safe. I do not have the strength. But I will try to till the last beat of my heart."

"I'm sick of losing people."

"Look at you, with your eyes, and your never giving up, and your anger, and your kindness."

"One day, the memory of that will hurt so much that I won't be able to breathe."

"I do it for the adventure. Isn't that what life's all about?"

"Now is not the time to be showing off."

"How many people have you lost?"

"Why should I be responsible for you?"

"You're not like this. I know you're not."

"This is what you made of me."

"Did you miss me?"

"What's going on here? Fun and games?"

"I'm a friend. I've come to help."

"Don't do this. You know it's me. Don't let them trick you."

"I love you. I forgive you and I love you."

"You're talking nonsense to distract me from being really scared."

"You see, that's the problem. I am a brilliant liar. How are you ever going to know?"

"So, you must have thought I was dead for a while. How was that?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Is this a kidding face?"

"Is that your answer for everything?"

"Oh, admit it. I totally saved your life."

"What were you doing last night?"

"There is no nice way to say you're about to die."

"You enjoyed that way too much."

"You were upset, weren't you?"

"They look at me as if they want to kill me themselves."

"I did this to save you, you silly thing."

"Why do they always run?"

"So this is your life, then? Just bouncing around saving people?"

"Oh, she is the worst. I love her. Take that how you like."

"I swear, I never meant for anyone to get hurt."

"What were you thinking? Sacrificing yourself?"

"I can do whatever the hell I like."

"You've read the stories. You know who I am. In all of that time, did you ever hear anything about anyone who stopped me?"

"I did this, do you hear me? I did this. This is my fault."

"Listen, if this is the last I ever see of you, please, not like this."

"No. This - This isn't happening. This can't be happening."

"Why can't I be like you?"

"You're going to be alone now and you're very bad at that."

"Don't let this change you."

"Don't go. Stay with me."

"This is as brave as I know how to be."

"I know it's going to hurt you but, please, be a little proud of me."

"I can't keep doing this. I can't! I can't always do this! It's not fair!"

"You are not the only person who ever lost someone. It's the story of everybody. Get over it."

"Nothing's sad until it's over. Then everything is."

"Is this a story or did this really happen?"

"Isn't this going a little far?"

"I'll try not to break your jaw."

"Please, I don't want this."

"Look at me again. In the eye. Look at me. Just do it."

"Tell me what they did to you."

"People like me and you, we should say things to one another."

"You really are thick, aren't you?"

"You don't seem surprised to see me."

"I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Nobody's ever safe. I've never asked you for that. Ever."

"These have been the best years of my life and they are mine."

"So what happens now? Hey? Me and you, what do we do now?"

"Why don't we just fly away somewhere?"

"I don't think I could ever forget you."

"No. Stop it. You're saying goodbye. Don't say goodbye!"

"Run like hell, because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it's always funny. Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends."

"I didn't mean to do this. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Why does everybody think I am so scared?"

#sentence starter #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp prompt #starter meme #ask meme #ask memes #rp meme #*dw

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buckgasms · 10 months

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Doctors Barnes and Rogers (Part 6)

So this is the final part of this official story, but I am absolutely open to writing little drabbles for them so please do send them in to me 🩷

Thank you for all the love and reblogs and comments throughout it! Love you all loads!

What a wild ride this has been 🤣

This was the absolute most typical thing that could happen. Both of them had gone out, Bucky to work and Steve to get groceries and as you had gone to get yourself a drink.....

Your waters had broken.

You stood in the kitchen in a state of shock and nerves. It wasn't a total surprise given how huge you were and the fact the two doctors had been checking you out regularly and explaining each part of the journey in excellent detail.

It was just that you were alone and the fear of what the next day or two would hold, let alone the rest of your life, would be like.

Finally your brain caught up with the situation and you started scrambling to your phone and called Steve...

"Hey honey, did you ne-"

"Baby is coming!!!" You screeched down the phone, "water broke, it's coming you need to get home!"

He was silent for a beat before he chuckled and his calm voice filled your mind. "Ok pretty girl, it's all gonna be fine. Just relax, I'll be home before you know it." He pauses and you can picture him with a shy smile on his face. "Wow... Can't believe it's finally happening..."

You smile and he tells you he's on his way home. "Don't forget to get chocolate... I still want chocolate, baby or not!"

🍼

By the time Steve arrived home you had already called Bucky and he was zooming home from the office. Your contractions had also begun and although they were quite minor, they still felt really uncomfortable. Luckily Steve was fine with you squeezing his hand and did a really good job of helping you breathe through them.

Your serenity was interrupted by Bucky bursting through the door and storming into the living room. You can't help but giggle at how crazy he looks, your giggles becoming louder as he becomes indignant at yours and Steve's laughter.

"What?? You called me in a panic about water breaking and now you're laughing at me?" You peal into more giggles until another sharp contraction hits you. You can't help but whimper as Bucky grabs your free hand and sits down next to you.

"Sorry Bucky" you say between breaths but he just smiles and kisses your head. "It's ok sweetheart, anything to make you smile hmm?" As it passes you smile and press a kiss to his cheek, quickly providing one for Steve before he could complain about it.

🍼

After a few hours it was decided it was time go to hospital. It had been agreed between the three of you that that was the best place to be, and both Steve and Bucky could be there to support you and enjoy the moment, rather than work. Although you had no doubts they would try to take over as much as they could.

You sat in the back of Steve's car with Bucky as he held your hand and stroked your tummy. "You feeling ok darlin'?" he said, analysing you a little as you smiled tightly. "Yeah I'm ok, just feel nervous. What if something happens? Or what if I'm not cut out for being a mother?"

He smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. "You are amazing, everything you've done has just been incredible and we love you so much. Whatever happens we are in this together, we'll take care of you, and this one..."

You wiped your eyes and kissed him again, feeling better as you squeezed his hand. "Still think it's going to be a girl?" You said and he nodded, "1000%" Steve laughed from the front and shook his head. "That's how much you're gonna owe me when it's a boy" he said wiggling his eyebrows at you in the mirror, making you giggle and roll your eyes.

You were more interested in who the baby's daddy was. But you had never asked, afraid it would make one of them feel left out. But you just wanted to know... Blonde or Brunette.

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Your contractions were coming thick and fast now you were settled in your hospital bed. You had been given gas and air which was delightful, but it was still so painful and you couldn't help let your groans loud in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

Steve was rubbing your back as Bucky gripped your hand in his, both of them coaching you through it. Sadly they were doing it in quite contradictory ways.

"Deep breaths" said Steve, while Bucky suggested "breathe quickly through the contractions to help you manage it" and in an attempt to please them both you were doing short, deep, fast breaths until you felt dizzy.

After a while of this you finally flopped back on the bed and swatted at both of them. "You must stop" and they both looked shocked as you glared towards them. "I can't do both, just let me breath and if I need help I will ask you!" They looked sheepish and apologised before offering a hand each for you to grab, just in time for your next contraction.

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It had been 12 hours. You were utterly exhausted and every bit of your body was either in agony or just aching. You had cried, cursed and yelled with no end in sight.

In a moment of calm you sat with Bucky as he pressed a cold flannel to your forehead and pressed a kiss to your hand. "Bucky I'm so tired" you croaked as a little tear slid down your face, he leaned in to kiss your cheek. "I know sweetheart, but you are doing so well. Steve and I are so proud of you..."

"But why won't he come out?" You said as your head flopped back on the pillow. "Ooh so you think it's a boy huh?" Bucky leans over and kisses your face, teasing as you can't help but huff out a laugh. "At this moment I don't care if it's bright green, just get it out of me..."

He chuckles as Steve leans in as well and strokes your hair. "You want us to have a word? See if we can move things along?" You giggled as he moves down to your tummy and taps gently.

"Hey buddy, Daddy here. Listen, you've been driving your momma crazy and we can't wait, so can you get a move on in there?" He presses a kiss to your tummy and you giggle again.

Just then the doctor comes in and gives you a commiserating look. "You've been doing so well, let's see if we can get you moving along now..."

She takes a seat at your bottom half and lifts your gown as Bucky moves to take a look. "Bucky don't be a backseat Doctor" you groan but he ignores you with a smile on his face as the Doctor checks your dilation.

"Well, I don't know what you said Dr Rogers but it's time... Baby's ready."

Your laugh turns into a whimper and turns back into a giggle. "Oh I don't think I can actually.... Maybe we can wait...?"

All three of them look at you with that annoying doctor face. "Honey, don't worry, we'll be with you the whole time, it's gonna be ok..."

"It's coming out of me! A baby! One of your babies, it's going to be huge! I can't do this. I won't..."

The doctor moves outside to give you a moment as they join you again, soft looks on their faces. Bucky strokes your cheek and rubs his nose against yours. "It's alright pretty girl. I know it's scary, but once it's done we'll have our baby. Our little baby who we can love and treasure and take care of... Let's go and do this now, she's ready and so are we sweetness..."

You nod after a shaky breath and finally you are wheeled into the delivery room.

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After another hour or so you were back in your hospital room, but this time you had a little baby in your arms. It was so quiet compared to the screaming and beeping and talking in the delivery room.

Now it was just the two of you, a baby with a little pink cap softly gurgling and breathing deeply in your arms. She was so beautiful and smelled so heavenly, her warm little body felt like a little hot water bottle. She was so tiny, but your love for her was enormous.

Bucky and Steve joined you and settled on the bed next to you, making a lovely little sandwich of you and your baby girl.

"She's so perfect" you whisper before looking at them both. Bucky's fingers rub over the little pink hat and Steve brushes your hair and presses a kiss to your temple.

"You've done amazing sweetheart. We're so proud of you."

You smile and kiss them both, as your eyes flutter closed, the adrenaline finally running out and exhaustion taking over you.

"Sleep honey, we've got you... We've got you both..."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #doctor bucky #doctor steve rogers #doctor rogers #doctor barnes #dr stucky #stucky x you #doctor stucky #stucky x reader #stucky #bucky x reader x steve

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weirdmorefics · 2 months

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Hi! Can I send in a request for being another timelord who travels with the 9th doctor and Rose Tyler being like a sister figure to Y/N?

A/N- Yes yes yes!!! I have actually had an idea for something like this just hadn't written it yet.

Readers Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 3.9k

Summary- (BASED ON S1 E6) The Doctor and Rose find themselves in a bunker in Utah full of alien artifacts. They are shocked to find some of these artifacts are alive and not here of their own free will. You just so happen to be one of these artifacts.

The Slightly Behind Timelord

I used to keep track of how many days I'd been chained and experimented on but the days quickly turned into months and the months turned to years. I've long since lost hope of ever returning to Gallifrey. It was in shambles when I was last home, the war was constant. I was a coward and stole my parent's Tardis to escape from having to fight. A stupid coward who didn't check if it was in working condition to only have crashed and ended up imprisoned by a man who I know as Mr. Van Statten. I should have stayed and fought then at least I would have died with dignity.

I have refused to talk since my arrival. I may have betrayed Gallifrey by fleeing but I refuse to make things worse than they already are there. Nevertheless, Mr. Van Statten comes and talks to me every single day asking about about my ship. They have dissected the TARDIS piece by piece. I secretly hope it burns them alive. When Mr. Van Statten inevitably gets nothing out of me he sends in a man an orange suit to torture it out of me. It never works but they do not stop.

Today was different they had a new man with them, he was restrained and they strapped him to the walls like me. I wonder if this was a new torture strategy.

"Look here we got you a friend maybe now you will do some talking," Van Statten says cheerfully.

I look at the man with pity knowing they are going to torture him as well. Van Statten's men unchain me and drag me to the other side of the room. I don't even fight them anymore I don't have the energy to spare.

Van Statten powers up his inhumane X-ray and says, "Smile!"

The man screams in pain as the red beam scans him and Van Statten smiles in glee at the results.

"Two hearts! A binary vascular system! Here I thought you were special," he shouts a glare in my direction and the man chained up widens his eyes.

The man doesn't look at Van Statten but puts his focus on me, "Where are you from?"

"No point in talking to her she hasn't spoken since we tore her from the rubble of her ship. She put up quite the fight when we started dissembling her ship screaming you are killing her. Then not a single word," he sighs in disappointment shaking his head at me. "I would get rid of her now that I have you but I need more information about the ship."

I suck in a breath they kill without care here, I wonder if everyone on this planet is like that. The man chained is certainly not from here maybe he can get me out. However, he is looking at me like I am unreal so perhaps not.

If looks could kill Van Statten would certainly be dead from this man's fiery gaze, "You're not a collector you're a scavenger."

"This technology has been falling to earth for centuries I am simply just making use of it. Oh the advances I've made from alien junk you have no idea, Doctor," he grins but I quickly interrupt.

I gasp, "The Doctor! Has Gallifrey won the war! How are you here?"

Van Satten's grin turns to a full-blown smile, "First you make the Dalek talk now my longest surviving exhibit! You truly are something!"

"there- there is uh... a Dalek here," I whisper afraid to speak their name.

The Doctor looks at me eyes full of guilt and astonishment, he still looks at me as if I am not here.

"Thank you again Doctor so much for getting her to talk keep her talking for me why don't you? Since you all seem so scared of said Dalek, I think I will go back and try to have a word with it. I find fear is the best motivator to get people spending, " Van Statten is practically glowing with joy and I wish I could smack the joy right off.

The Doctor wrestles with his chains trying to break free, "You can't go in there with it! Now that it knows that I am here it will come looking for me! No one on this planet will be safe!"

His screams fill me with fear if I could throw up right now I would but they hardly ever feed me so there is nothing to throw up so I end up hyperventilating. Mr. Van Statten ends up shocking the Doctor and his angry words are replaced with painful screams.

I struggle against my chains screaming at the top of my lungs, "He tells the truth! You don't stand a chance against the Daleks! The war lasted centuries on Gallifrey here you will be lucky to last day!"

Van Statten looks at me in awe, "Wow full sentences maybe you will prove useful after all these years."

Nothing I say to this psychotic man will ever get into that thick skull of his, I would facepalm if my hands weren't shackled to the wall.

Alarms sound and angry red lights flash, my heart sinks, it's to late.

The Doctor's tone shifts from begging to demanding, "Release me if you want to live."

Van Statten quickly makes work of the chains holding the Doctor down and runs for the door.

The Doctor points to me, "Forgetting someone?"

Van Statten waves him off, "We haven't the time!"

"You need all the information you can get on Daleks, let her out now!" he shouts leaving no room for questions and Van Statten quickly does the command.

My legs feel like jelly as we run into the elevator I can't remember the last time I've walked unchained let alone run. I felt so out of place, especially in a ratty hospital gown.

"You have to keep it caged," he shouts to Van Statten's lackeys.

"Doctor it's all my fault," a blonde says apologetically on the screen.

A guard informs us that he has sealed off the exits and the lock as a million combos no way the thing's getting out. I shake my head at his idiocy I just hope this blonde girl is also a timelord, the more the better.

"Daleks are genius they can figure out a billion combinations in ten seconds flat." The Doctor informs.

The Dalek quickly figures out how to exit the moment I see it on the screen I cover my mouth in horror.

"Don't shoot I want it unharmed!" Van Statten shouts.

"Are you that dense! You would rather a whole planet die than lose a collection piece!" I shout at the man who held me captive for years and swing a punch at his face which earns me the pleasant crunch noise from his nose.

two guards pull me away from him as I smile for the first time in ages. The Doctor doesn't seem to notice the commotion shouting for the blonde whose name is apparently Rose to run.

I look back to the screen to see the Dalek destroying the screen connection. I feared the sucker would go right through the screen and appear before me like a Weeping Angel. I stumbled backward but the guards just tugged harder to keep me in place. I groaned in response to the uncomfortable position.

The Doctor's head whipped in the direction of the noise in high alert, "let her go! You are focused on the wrong alien here!"

The guards look to Van Statten for his approval, "She's got one hell of a right hook, I'll give her that... drop her.

The guards took this a little too literally and dropped me directly on my ass, as the others make their way to the computer.

"Oh my god, it's draining the whole power supply," the woman with us gasped.

"It's not just the energy it's the whole internet, it knows everything," The Doctor states.

"Cameras in the vault our down," the woman relays.

"It's going to absorb everything," I sigh

"We have to kill it now!" The Doctor shouts.

We watch soldiers die again and again through the surveillance cameras. It's Gallifrey all over again I can't escape it, but maybe I can help this time instead of running away.

"Tell them to stop shooting!" Van Statten says but I am seriously praying this is a very cruel joke.

"But it's killing them!" The woman shouted back.

"They're dispensable that Dalek is unique. I don't want a single scratch on it!" he shouts to the lifeless soldiers.

I clench my fists, "You are asking me to hurt you! You are putting lives over a killer," I shout getting in his face his guards instantly stand up preparing for me to strike him again which probably wasn't far off thinking.

"He's an idiot we need to focus," The Doctor interrupts and I return my gaze to the map as they discuss alien weapons.

"There has to be a way to keep it alive, maybe we trap it down there-"

The Doctor cuts him off, "Leaving everyone trapped with it? Rose is down there. I won't let that happen, have you got that?"

That seems to shut Van Statten up for once thank god.

"Who is Rose? Is she from Gallifrey? Did you two come here to stop the last Dalek? Does that mean Gallifrey is safe again?" I ramble many questions at once.

"Doesn't talk for years now you don't shut up," he glares at me like this whole situation is somehow my fault.

The Doctor frowns, "Leave her be Statten." He ignores my questions and tells them to arm all the soldiers with alien weapons it's the only way to beat it. Then he directs the soldiers on how to kill a Dalek always aim for the eye the soldiers shut him down.

"I can't help but think everyone on this planet is insanely dense," I sigh.

The doctor smirks, " There are some good humans out there, you wouldn't know being stuck here with these imbeciles."

Van Statten's glare burns into The Doctor I feel the heat of the glare just from the proximity.

"We have visuals again," the woman informs and all of our eyes dart to the computer.

"It wants us to see," The Doctor growled.

We all stare in shock as the Dalek uses the sprinklers to electrocute and kill all the soldiers at once.

"Perhaps we should consider a different strategy like abandoning the place," Van Statten nervously stumbles over his words. I had never seen him like this he always seemed confident when torturing me. If this were any other situation I would be overjoyed to see him like this. I wish I was the one to make him feel like this, not the Dalek.

The woman glares at him, "Except there's no power to the helipad, sir."

"You said we could seal the vault," The Doctor interrupts their glaring showdown.

"There's not enough power!" she shouts.

"There's emergency power we could redirect it to the bulkhead door," The Doctor defends.

"It would take a computer genius to get through the security codes!" The woman says frustrated.

"Good thing you got me," Mr. Van Statten smiles.

"You wanna help?" The Doctor asks shocked.

"No there is no way he wants to help! It is physically impossible he has no empathy. This has to be a trick!" I shout.

"It's not out of empathy, I don't want to die as simple as that. This could have been avoided if you talked in the first place. I would have known what it was capable of years ago." He shouts back at me.

The camera turns back on and the Dalek's voice fills the room, "I shall only speak to the doctor."

"You are gonna get rusty," he responds to the Dalek who still getting soaked by the sprinkler system.

"I don't think now is a great time for jokes Doctor," I whisper.

"I fed off the DNA of Rose Tyler. Extrapolating the biomass of a time-traveler regenerated me," the Dalek speaks.

"What's your next trick," the Doctor rolls his eyes.

"I have been searching for the Daleks," it responds.

"Yeah, I saw downloading the entire internet. What did you see?" He saunters around the table.

"I searched your radio signals and telescopes," it responds.

I anxiously pick at the scabs already forming from when I punched Satten. What will happen if this Dalek happens to find more Daleks? What if he isn't the last one.

The Doctor seems completely unphased, "and find anything?"

"Nothing, Where shall I get my order from now!" It screams loudly.

"Nothing but a solider without any commands," the Doctor teases.

I look at him in shock he can't possibly think it's a good thing to rile up at a Dalek more.

"Then I shall follow my primary order, the Dalek instinct to conquer and destroy," it responds.

"What for! What's the point!" The Doctor shouts his facade slipping. "Don't you see everything is gone, everything you stood for."

"Then what should I do?" The Dalek actually seemed to have an emotion other than hatred. Many emotions. I would have felt bad for it if not for all they have done against Gallifrey.

"Alright, then. If you want orders follow this one. Kill yourself," the doctor responds coldly.

I look up at him with wide eyes this is not the Doctor they spoke of on Gallifrey the mischievous one who was too smart for his own good. This Doctor was cold and harsh with his words.

"The Daleks must live on," the Dalek shouts in a familiar rage that all Daleks have.

"The Daleks have failed! Why don't you finish the job and make the Daleks extinct! Rid the universe of your filth! Why don't you just die, " The Doctor shouts back such cruel words that I am worried that the Dalek will retaliate immediately.

"You would make a good Dalek," it responds and I think I have officially heard the worst insult anyone could make toward a Gallifreyian.

I put my hand on the Doctor's arm, " I am so sorry."

The Doctor does not look at me he looks broken but yells to Statten, "Seal the vaults!"

"She's still down there," the woman whispers to the doctor.

He calls Rose on his phone to get updates on her location he cares so much about this Rose she has to be a Time Lady like me. I can't imagine the Doctor having much time to visit other planets after the war.

He relays to her that he can't stop the gate from closing she has to run. He waits as long as he can and apologizes before shutting the vault. He frantically asks if she made it but his face quickly sets into a deep frown.

He quickly pulls off his earpiece, "I killed her."

Van Statten says, "I'm sorry." I have never heard him say sorry before I haven't heard the word sorry in so long it sounds foreign.

"I was supposed to protect! She was only here because of me! And you're sorry? I could have killed that Dalek in its cell but you stopped me."

"It was the prize of my collection!" He defended.

I shook my head hard, "You valued your collection over life you are disgusting."

"Man goes to space to be part of something greater," the Doctor spits.

"Exactly! I wanted to touch the stars! That's why I kept her here!" he points to me. "If you think about it, it is all her fault none of this would have happened if she told me how her ship worked."

The Doctor shook his head, "You just wanted to drag the stars underground! Of course, she wouldn't talk you enslaved her and experimented on her! You are about as far from the stars as you can get!" His angry screams turned to sorrowful sighs, "And you took Rose down with you she was nineteen years old."

"She's so young can she not regenerate?" I ask sadly.

"She's human," he sighs.

I can't understand what a timelord is doing traveling with humans I understand now is not the time for questions.

The elevator doors open and the Doctor is quick to yell at the man for leaving his companion behind.

The monitor turns back on the Dalek holding its weapon to the back of the girl, "Open the vault or Rose Tyler dies."

The doctor gasps, "You're alive!"

"Can't get rid of me that easily," she teases.

"I thought you were dead," he shouts.

The Dalek interrupts, "Open the vault!"

"Don't" she begs.

"What use are emotions, if you will not save the woman you love," the Dalek states. Curious what does a Dalek know about love?

"I killed her once, I can't do it again," he states as he presses the button.

This is most certainly not the Doctor who was infamous in Gallifrey how long have I been missing. I hear Van Satten shouting but none of it really matters anymore. The Dalek will kill us and I have been missing so long that no one back home will know the difference. I am not going down without a fight. If my life didn't mean something hopefully my death can.

I adjust my posture to appear taller, "You collect all these dangerous aliens so where are your dangerous alien weapons?"

The woman shouts at me "All the weapons are in the vault!"

"Only the cataloged ones," Van Statten's employee smiles at me. I can't help the blush that appears on my face I can't remember the last time someone smiled at something I said.

The Doctor nods his head at me, "Good idea." He still looks at me like I'm a figment of his imagination and will disappear soon.

We left Van Statten and his assistant upstairs and went to the basement for weapons. The doctor tosses the weapons that are useless but finds a gun which relieves some of my anxiety.

"Stay here! I'll come back for you as soon as I handle the Dalek!" He demands

"You are out of your mind! I've been locked here for years and you're the first timelord I've seen here! If you think I am letting you fight a Dalek alone you're mental!" I shout back it feels strange screaming at anyone after refusing to speak for so long even weirder to scream at a war hero from my own planet.

He takes a deep breath trying to control his rage, "I don't have time for this! I can't have you dying while I am saving Rose!"

I shove him, hold my head high, and walk right by him, "I have more regenerations left than you old man."

He jogs to catch up to me, "No convincing you?"

"God you sound like my parents when I stole their Tardis," I groan as we jog up the stairs.

He smirks, "I stole a Tardis myself once."

"Now that's a story I have to hear," I grin wide.

"Another day," he sighs as we quietly enter the room with the Dalek and Rose.

The Doctor steps in front of me "Rose get out of the way now!"

"No, I won't let you do this," she frowns.

I stare wide-eyed at her she can't be saying this does she know of the war on Galifrey why wouldn't the Doctor have told her.

"That thing killed thousands of people!" He shouts.

"It's not the one pointing a gun at me," she snaps and I kind of want to throttle this girl.

"I've got to do this the Daleks destroyed my home! My people! I've got nothing left!" He shouts.

My head whips to face the Doctor, "What do you mean nothing." My voice shakes no matter how hard I try to remain calm. "We didn't win the war? How are you here then?"

I turn back to the Dalek, "Did they win?"

I stomp towards the Dalek and the doctor pleads with me to wait. Rose looks at me nervously I guess I can still look scary in a hospital gown and no weapon of my own. When she steps out of the way I freeze in my spot I've never seen a Dalek out of its exoskeleton.

"What is it doing?" This has to be a ploy, one they use to seem weaker then snap. Though a Dalek would never do that they need to feel superior or they are nothing.

"It's the sunlight that's all it wants," Rose defends the Dalek as it reaches its hand to the sun I back up. This is not normal behavior.

The Doctors' gaze follows, "But it can't..."

"It couldn't kill me or Van Statten it's changing!" Rose defends yet again. "And what about you Doctor what the hell are you changing into?"

I whip to Rose, "You have no right! You have no idea what these Daleks did to our home!"

"Our?" She questions.

"Why do we survive?" The Dalek asks. "I am the last of the Daleks."

"You're not even that, you absorbed Rose's DNA. You are mutating," the Doctor explains.

"Into what?" it responds.

"Something new," he replies.

I frown I am happy that there are no more Daleks but this is truly a Dalek's worst nightmare.

"I am sorry," The Doctor sighs.

"isn't that better?" Rose asks.

"Not for a Dalek," why am I feeling sorry for the Dalek they destroy everything it's their goal. I can't help but relate to it when we have been stuck in the same prison for years... I thought about burning this whole place down myself.

"So many ideas, so much darkness. Give me orders! Order me to die Rose," the Dalek says pained.

She shakes her head, "No I can't."

"This is not life! This is sickness. I shall not be like you. Order me to die. Obey! Obey! Obey!" The dalek screams and I can't help but step a few feet back the words reminding me of hearing the constant battlefield noises out my childhood window on Gallifrey.

"Do it," she says.

"Are you frightned Rose Tyler?"

"Yes"

"So am I, Exterminate." The Dalek floats up and prepares to self destruct as Rose and I run away from it.

I fall to the ground as I watch the Dalek explode all the adrenaline I once had fades out of me. I look up to the Doctor, "What do you mean you have no one?"

His pitiful gaze that he sent me when he first found out I was Timelord made sense now as he responds, There's no more Gallifrey... no more Daleks. The whole planet gone."

I can sob " I should have stayed home. I should have never ran away. If I stayed at least I would have gone with my family." I turn to the doctor but can barely see him through my tears. "Is there really no other Timelords?"

Rose quickly gets onto the floor and rubs my back, "hey you never know! The Doctor thought he was the only Timelord left but here you are! Plus you get to constantly prove the Doctor was wrong not many people get the oppurtunity."

I sniffle, "That's true, and I do love proving people wrong."

"There you go," she soothes. "We will get you a good cup of tea my Mum always says tea cure anything," She helps me to feet.

"You are really good at this comforting thing. Is she always this sweet?" I ask the Doctor.

The Doctor seems to have glossy eyes as well but hides his emotions well, "Yeah, that's why I keep her around."

"Hey!" she shoves him.

"The grief is very heavy right now but I am thankful to be surrounded by such light that could even turn a Dalek's cold heart warm.

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Doctor's Assistant chapter 4

Note: chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 3. Sorry guys, had to change the title of the chapter.

Warnings: smut. 18+! unprotected sex (he's a doctor, okay)

pairing: Doctor!Sihtric x Assistant!Reader/You (f)

summary: You and Sihtric had to keep each other warm during the power cut.

wordcount: 3,7k

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The first night.

'I'm afraid this is going to be a long and cold night,' Sihtric sighed.

He used his phone as a flashlight while he searched for candles and matches in a drawer. He knew it wouldn't take long before the temperature in his house would drop severely, after the power was cut because of the blizzard, so he wasted no time and tried to keep the temperature up as high as he could, and after a few minutes the living room was lit up with the flickering flames of a dozen candles. You sat on the fur blanket while the doctor created a fire in his fireplace, and when the orange glow of the cosy fire lit up the room, he turned to you while he still used his phone as a flashlight.

'I'll get you something more comfortable to wear,' Sihtric said and nearly blinded you with the bright flashlight.

'No, wait!' you almost cried when he turned to leave the room.

Sihtric turned back to face you, and you figured he was looking at you with questioning eyes, but you couldn't tell because the bright light of his phone was blinding you once again.

'I, eh,' you mumbled and held a hand up to the sharp light, 'this is actually really embarrassing…'

'What is?'

'So, I… I don't really like… being alone in the dark,' you said shyly, 'I wouldn't say I'm scared, but… well, actually I am, eh... b-but only when I'm in the dark and not at my own home, you know? I know the fire lights some of the place up but… yeah.'

There was an awkward silence after your sudden confession, while Sihtric still blinded you with his phone's flashlight.

'Oh,' he said after a few long seconds, 'eh, well… that's okay. Don't worry about it.'

The bright light moved up and down as Sihtric shrugged. 'So, you, eh,' he continued, 'you want to walk with me upstairs then? Or what do you need me to do?'

'Yeah,' you chuckled shyly, 'if I could walk with you, that would be nice.'

The doctor nodded and smiled, then held his hand out to you.

'Okay, come on then,' he said, and finally stopped blinding you with the light on his phone.

You took his somewhat warm hand and followed him out of the lit up living room, into the dark hallway and up the pitch black stairs. You were halfway up the stairs when you heard a sudden sound, and you froze.

'What was that?' you whispered and clung onto Sihtric's arm.

'What was what?' he asked, 'I didn't hear anything.'

'That… that sound. Didn't you hear that sound?'

'I didn't,' Sihtric said softly as he looked down at you, for once not blinding you with his phone, 'it's probably the wind. I promise there's nothing in my house that you have to be afraid of. I mean,' he snorted, 'unless you're afraid of doctors that is.'

'Are you for real?' you scoffed, 'that is the worst joke I've ever heard. I'm sorry,' you chuckled, 'I mean… your jokes are probably the scariest thing in the house right now.'

'Oh, yeah?' Sihtric smiled playfully, 'well, maybe. But at least my joke made you forget that you were scared for a moment.'

You smiled shyly and Sihtric winked before he continued his way up to the second floor, guiding you to his bedroom as he held your hand. He quickly looked for a clean shirt and his robe, then handed those to you. You were fast to change into Sihtric's oversized shirt and warm robe, using your own phone for a flashlight while Sihtric waited outside of his bedroom.

'I see it fits perfectly,' Sihtric joked when you met him in the darkened hallway.

'Shut up,' you chuckled and threw a weak punch to his toned chest.

Sihtric smoothly got a hold of your hand before you could pull away, and he laced his fingers with yours, then guided you back to the stairs.

'Careful on the way down,' he said as he stopped before he took the first step down, 'I don't want you to fall.'

'Oh, please,' you sighed, 'I'll be fine.'

'Sure, like earlier today? When you slipped on the ice?'

'That was different. I couldn't see the ice underneath the snow.'

'And you can't see the stairs in the dark,' Sihtric said.

'We have two phones to light the way,' you retorted, 'I think I will be fine.'

'And yet you slipped in broad daylight,' Sihtric mocked, 'come,' he said and knelt down, with his back turned to you.

'What?' you stared at him as your phone lit up his movements, 'oh, no,' you laughed, 'you can't be serious.'

'I am very serious, come on.'

'Sihtric-'

'Come,' he said sternly.

You sighed and gave up, knowing you weren't going to win this no matter how many times you would tell him no. But you also kind of enjoyed the way he was just a little overprotective of you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you climbed onto Sihtric's back. You grabbed onto his broad shoulders and Sihtric held onto your legs, which were wrapped around his waist.

'Hold the light up for me?' he asked, and you held up your phone for him to guide the way.

You piggybacked your way down the stairs, and Sihtric struggled as his knees weakened when he heard your soft giggles in his ear. Telling you to climb on his back so he could walk you down his stairs safely, while his house was pitch black, was not something he ever even imagined he would do. But he definitely wasn't complaining, and loved how easily you were to pick up.

And Sihtric was glad you couldn't see the cheeky smirk on his face when he imagined how easy it must be for him to pick you up and throw you on his bed, and around his bed too. He shook his head lightly in order to shake the thought, but he struggled to bring his focus back when he felt your hand slowly moving down his shoulder, to his chest.

You snuck your hand down to his chest only for a better grip, you told yourself, while you fought a smile when you felt his muscles underneath the fabric. And even though that shirt the doctor had worn the first day you met had already told you all you needed to know about his physique, you still wondered what exactly he looked like without a shirt, and you felt yourself blush at the thought while he carried you on his back, down his stairs, and into his living room.

Sihtric felt horrible. Not because he was cold, but because you were cold. The blizzard had taken everyone in the city by surprise when it arrived earlier than expected, and Sihtric felt it was his fault that you were stuck at his place now. Because if he hadn't asked you to come over and decorate his house, you would have been at home.

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric mumbled, wrapped in a blanket.

You barely heard him over the chattering sound of your own teeth as you sat next to him, wearing his oversized shirt and robe, in front of his fireplace on the faux fur blanket. The power had gone out over an hour ago and, as the blizzard was still going at full force, you were both freezing by now. Despite Sihtric's attempt to keep his living room warm with candles and a fire, he knew it was impossible to keep the temperature up when the ice cold wind howled outside and through the house at times.

'W-what?' you shivered.

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric said again, a little louder, 'that you're… you know, stuck here.'

'Oh,' you smiled weakly, 'don't be, Siht. It's not your fault. At least there's a fire here. If I was stuck at my own place I'd have absolutely nothing. Maybe a few candles, but I'd be off way worse, and, well… I enjoy your company.'

'Well,' Sihtric cleared his throat, 'if it means anything, I'm glad to be stuck with you too. And this blizzard sucks, but a lot of people will catch a cold because of the power cut, which means good business for our practice, right?'

You both laughed and sniffled, then looked at each other as the fire casted an romantic glow on both your faces. You looked away from Sihtric after a few long seconds, but he kept his eyes on you and saw how you were trembling in his robe, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

'Okay,' he sighed and smiled, 'come here.'

'What?'

'We have to stick together if we want to stay warm. I see you're trembling, so… just come here, sugar. Let me warm you, we can share this blanket.'

You felt a rush of butterflies in your stomach and you shyly nodded in agreement. While Sihtric had given you his warm robe, he had tried to stay warm under a blanket. You still felt nervous whenever you got close to him, and it certainly wasn't any different now that you were cold, but you desperately wanted to warm up a little so you pushed aside your nerves and scooted closer.

Sihtric made you sit between his legs as he leaned back against his couch, and he threw the warm blanket over you both. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back flush against his chest. You felt lightheaded when he slowly rubbed his hands up and down your sides, and you closed your eyes as you mindlessly allowed your head to rest back on his shoulder. You immediately felt warmer, and you weren't sure if it was because of his body heat, or because you were so pathetically head over heels in love with him. Either way, you softly smiled and dared to open your eyes after a moment, and you looked at Sihtric while he gazed into the flames that danced around in his fireplace.

'You should take out those braids,' you said, 'let your hair down, it will be warmer.'

'Yeah, maybe… but I can't keep you warm if I move to take my braids out.'

'I can do it for you,' you offered, to which he gave you a shy nod to go ahead.

You turned to face him, the warm blanket still draped over your shoulders, and Sihtric placed his hands back on your waist once you were again seated comfortably between his thighs. You brought your hands up to his hair and carefully untangled his braids, one by one, feeling shy and nervous as you felt his warm breath on your face while he smiled softly at you.

Sihtric slowly bit down on his lower lip while his mismatched eyes were fixated on you. His thoughts took him once again to places he probably shouldn't go, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help how attracted he was to you, and how aroused he felt each time you were close to him. And he couldn't help the smirk that settled on his face when you accidentally pulled his hair when you untangled one of his braids.

'Fuck! Sorry,' you whispered, 'I'm so sorry.'

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed with that smirk, 'it's okay.'

You chuckled nervously and continued with care. And just when you were almost done, you accidentally pulled the tiny hair tie out too soon, thus pulling his hair again, to which a soft and strangled moan suddenly spilled from Sihtric's lips.

'I'm so sorry!' you whispered again.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, 'are you really?'

You frowned and a faint smile tugged at your lips.

'Well, I am…'

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled slyly and licked his lips, 'I'm not so sure if you're really sorry. But do it again, sugar, I dare you.'

'Why?' you laughed, 'what will happen if I accidentally pull your hair again?'

'You'll see,' he said softly.

You fought a playful grin and moved one hand up into his loose, wavy hair. Sihtric clenched his jaw as he felt your fingers tangle in his wild and messy locks. He exhaled sharply and bared his teeth when you gave him another tug, and the doctor leaned in. His eyes were dark and mischievous, and he lightly brushed his lips against yours while he hummed again.

'You want to do that again, sugar?' he murmured, a threatening tone lingered in his low, soft voice as he looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes, 'hm?'

Sihtric chuckled when you stared up at him with your big eyes. You weren't sure about what you wanted to happen next. But Sihtric knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew it was going to happen too.

Sihtric knew he was going to have you tonight. He wanted to have you, needed to have you. He was so desperate to be inside you and feel your walls clench around his throbbing cock with each painstakingly slow stroke in and out of you. He knew he was going to make you his tonight, he knew he was going to fuck you so awfully slow for hours on end tonight, until you couldn't remember or say anything other than his name. He would torture you in the most pleasant way, all while he'd make you feel loved. Because that, Sihtric knew, was what it was. Love. Love was the feeling that had been gnawing at him for weeks now.

Love was what kept him up at night and made him toss and turn in his bed, because he couldn't stop thinking about you. Love was what made him blush the first few weeks when he was in bed at night, thinking about how cute you were, and how he just wanted to see you smile and hold you in his arms. Love was what made him shove his hand down his boxers at night when he was in bed, weeks later. Love was what made him stroke his hard, leaking cock while he fantasised about how pretty you must look on your knees for him.

Love was what made him smile on his good days. Love was what made him isolate and insecure on his bad days. Love was what made him scream and cry into his pillow some nights, because he swore he would never fall in love ever again after his divorce. Love was something he knew could be beautiful. But love was also something horrifyingly ugly to him. Love was what had hurt him. Broken him. Love had completely fucking ruined him and left him with nothing to care for anymore. Love had left him, and it had left him all alone.

But love was also what gave him hope again. You gave him hope again. Because Sihtric had fallen in love with you, which he hated as much as he loved it. And he knew he was going to love you tonight.

He was going to love you tonight, tomorrow and on Sunday too, as well as every day for the rest of your life. Because blizzard or not, Sihtric knew he was never going to let you go anymore after tonight.

'Do it again, sugar,' he whispered and brought his lips to your neck, lightly brushing against your sensitive skin.

'So… what? You liked your hair being pulled?' you asked with a chuckle.

Your heart was beating so hard and fast, you were convinced Sihtric could feel your pulse when he pressed his lips onto your neck.

'I do like my hair being pulled,' he murmured against your neck, and you felt his warm breath when he laughed softly, 'and I like you too.'

Sihtric dragged his lips slowly down your neck, teeth grazing your skin while he pushed his robe slightly down your shoulders, then peppered your newly exposed skin with slow, soft and wet kisses.

'I really fucking like you,' he almost hissed and slid his hands under the robe, 'countless nights I've thought about you. In every possible way, sugar.'

You closed your eyes, smiled and felt goosebumps all over your body when his warm hands squeezed your cold skin.

'I've thought about you too,' you whispered your confession and moved your hands up into his hair again.

'Gods,' Sihtric groaned and trailed his lips back to your neck, 'I want you,' he breathed and nipped your skin, 'I want you so fucking bad. I'm finally going to make you mine,' he rasped, 'I'm going to take you tonight, sugar.'

'Please,' you sighed as you grabbed onto his hair.

A soft moan escaped your mouth when you felt his lips kiss and suck just below your collarbone, bruising and marking you. Claiming you and making you his. He dragged his lips back up your neck, breathing heavier with each passing second as his mouth trailed up your jaw and to your chin, only to stop and hold his lips against yours while grabbed your chin firmly and squeezed both your cheeks with his tattooed fingers.

'You don't even have to beg for me, darling,' Sihtric husked, then finally captured you in a heated kiss.

He pushed his robe down your arms and shoved his hands under his oversized shirt you had on, moving up your thighs. When he got a hold of your hips, he pulled you swiftly onto his lap and moved his hands up to your waist after he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Your soft giggle made him chuckle, and he kept a pleasantly strong grip on your waist as you straddled him.

You felt his arousal press up against your soaked panties, through his own wet stained boxers and sweatpants, rubbing your juices against each other's clothes. Which only caused everything to become messier as you both became needier. Heavy moans and desperate sighs escaped you both as you kissed, on the fur blanket, in front of the fireplace. The kiss quickly became as hot and fiery like the flames which warmed and illuminated the room.

You trailed your hands down his arms and shoved your trembling and cold hands under his hoodie. Sihtric hissed at sudden the cold sensation, then chuckled and moved his hands further up underneath your shirt, until he reached your breasts. The doctor knew exactly where to touch you to make you a moaning mess, and you clawed at his muscular chest as he teased your nipples and breasts with his hands and fingers. He then pulled your shirt off, after which he immediately took off his own hoodie, no longer hiding his toned, scarred torso for you.

You exhaled sharply when you finally laid eyes upon his body, but Sihtric gave you no time to take in the pleasant sight. He took your face in his hands and continued to kiss you eagerly. You impatiently grinded against his twitching cock, and he flipped you over onto your back. He pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them off his feet while he climbed on top of you. You gazed at each other with glossy, heavy lidded eyes and rosy cheeks as your hands explored each other's bodies. Sihtric bucked his hips against yours, his trapped erection twitching and pushing almost painfully against your wet, clothed entrance. And when you both couldn't take the teasing anymore, Sihtric pulled your panties down to your feet and you helped him free his cock.

There was no time to admire each other's bodies as you were both hungry and desperate to fuck. You mewled at the feeling of his cock teasing your entrance, and you clung onto his shoulders when he finally pushed his length slowly inside you. You both exhaled loudly at the feeling and you made slow, passionate and sensual love as you were both naked in front of the warm fire. Sihtric took his time with you, thrusting into you so slowly and deeply, it made your head spin and your toes curl in pleasure while you dragged your nails down his back.

The wind outside howled and the freezing cold snow tapped softly on the window as the flakes twirled down, while the doctor thoroughly examined your physical stamina.

'You okay?' Sihtric breathed after a while.

'Y-yes, daddy,' you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

'I'm not your daddy,' he chuckled and kissed your lips, 'but I can be your lord.'

'Okay,' you moaned softly when he dragged his length slowly out of you, 'm-my lord.'

'My lady,' Sihtric growled in your ear and pushed his cock back inside you, 'you've been so fucking good to me,' he whispered and trailed his big hands up your arms, taking your wrists and pinning them above your head, down on the fur blanket. 'Let me be good to you now,' his teeth grazed your ear as he continued to fuck into you so incredibly slow as he constantly edged you, and he intertwined his fingers with yours. Sihtric kissed you, praised and worshipped you for hours on end, swallowing each moan and gasp that left your lips as you enjoyed him the way he enjoyed you.

And when you finally came, with trembling legs and his name spilling from your lips, Sihtric allowed himself to climax too. He stilled inside you, then gently flipped you over after a moment and he wrapped his strong, sweaty arms around you as you laid on top of him, both breathless, tired and satisfied. You gave each other lazy and sloppy kisses while you cuddled in front of the fire, and you whispered sweet nothings to each other in between soft giggles and gentle love bites.

'What are your plans for Christmas?' Sihtric whispered while he slowly trailed his fingertips up and down your bare back.

'I don't really have any plans yet,' you murmured as you listened to his quickening heartbeat, 'why? What are your plans?'

'I don't know,' he hummed, 'I guess I just… I- I hoped to spend it with you, sugar.'

'Oh,' you smiled sleepily, 'yeah, I'd like that.'

And as you fell asleep in Sihtric's arms, not long after the intense love making, he held you tightly against his chest until he dozed off too, with a genuine smile on his face. Because he finally had you now, and he was going to love you until the end of time.

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