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The Snowball
Dr. Strange x reader / Dr. Strange x Gn!reader
Wordcount: 1248
Warnings: mention of surgery, weapons, injuries
Summary: (Y/n) and Stephen are just leaving the hospital when Stephen brings (Y/n) to a certain action related to snow.
A/n: It's sooooo hard to find good pre-accident stories about our favorite doctor. I hope you like my little idea.
Yours JoKatsuya
>>The ER is a butcher shop.<<, complains Stephen, standing close to me and breathing in the fresh night air. Once again, a shift far too long has ended. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but sometimes, despite all the passion, enough is enough.
It must have started snowing a while ago, as there is already a considerable amount of snow on the paths to the parking lots. Hopefully the roads are still somewhat clear.
>>Hey, this so-called "butcher shop" is important.<<, I defend my job and lightly punch him in the side with an admonishing look before continuing, >>Moreover, I've told you often enough not to call it that.<<
In response, he rolls his eyes before proceeding with the recap of his day though, >>Yeah yeah, whatever. But after what happened today, that term actually fits pretty well.<< This statement earns him an extremely skeptical look on my part.
Without paying much attention to my reaction, he places his hand on the lower part of my back to disengage us from the spot. Honestly, I'm glad to have Stephen as my ride, because in my current state I'm far too drained to even begin to concentrate on the traffic.
>>GSW.<<, he says only briefly before giving me a cursory glance.
>>Okay? What does that have to do with your thesis exactly?<<, I inquire with a laugh as he gives me that look that seems to have hope in it every time that I could read his mind. When I don't react, I get the meanwhile too familiar eye roll and slightly unnerved looking heavy exhale.
After a moment he continues: >>Christine came to me and asked me...<<
>>Christine?<<, I enquire, now paying full attention, and briefly hold him by the sleeve so that we both stop. He seems to understand immediately and gives me one of his sly grins.
>>You know you have nothing to worry about with Christine. My eyes are only on the attractive, gorgeous, smart doctor next to me. An admittedly quite addictive sight.<<
Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. Even though such things are really corny, they always take on a whole different meaning from the mouth of Stephen Strange.
>>Where was I? In any case, the patient, from Nick or her, I don't know, was apneic. And guess what the reason was.<<
>>Oxygen supply problems?<<, I suggest as a solution as he pushes me along again. A little more information would definitely make this easier.
>>Better.<<, he confidently reports.
>>Tell me.<<
>>A bullet impinging on the medulla. Nick diagnosed brain death. What else would you expect from him?<<, he laughs. I can't help but chuckle. Stephen's impression of Nick is pretty neat.
>>The really good part is yet to come.<<
He clears his throat briefly before starting again, >>"Organ harvest, he's gonna go down." Imagine that in his convincing voice. As it too often is, of course, it was a prematurely judgmental.<<
Suddenly, a freezing blast of wind chases past us. Without seeming to give it much thought, Stephen takes off his scarf and puts it around my neck as he continues, >>The only logical thing I could do, of course, was to perform a suboccipital craniotomy, which I mentioned, and he just said so, imagine it, "Not gonna let you operate on a deadman." What was he studying for anyway?<< As he says this he does a little curtsy while walking to emphasize his words and raises his arms theatrically in the air.
>>You shouldn't be so mean to him.<<, I reprimand him, because Nick, no matter how much he could annoy you, was not a bad doctor.
>>What do you think, Dr. (L/n), what it had to do with the bullet?<<, he provokes me with a cheeky grin and looks at me.
For a moment I have to think what he means. >>Was the bullet hardened?<<
>>Yes.<<
>>You harden a bullet by alloying lid with anatomy, toxic metal and that's leach directly to the cerebral spinal fluid, if that's what you mean?<<, I provide him with the only answer option I can think of to his question at the moment.
Bluntly, I feel his lips on the crown of my head. >>That's my girl.<<
His words make me blush abruptly, even though by God it's not the first time I've heard them.
>>So it was really less the fact that the bullet was sort of pressing on the medulla. It was more like the lead in the bullet is creating a poison; they stopping the brain from working.<<
>>Are you flirting with me?<<, he jokes.
>>So it's a butcher shop, because people like Nick don't come straight to the ideas of the great Stephen Strange?<<, I answer my own question from just a moment ago, and collect a stiltedly thoughtful look from Stephen who is stroking his chin in an equally thoughtful pose.
>>About.<<
>>You do still realize that I'm also occasionally associated with the ER?<<, I confront him with narrowed eyes and cross my arms in front of my chest. He better not say anything wrong right now.
>>Occasionally. You're only there when they don't have a plan themselves. I couldn't work in that butcher shop. I'm fusing transected spinal cords. I'm stimulating neurogenesis in the nervous system. The work I'm doing is gonna save thousands for years to come. In ER, you get to save one drunk idiot with a gun.<<, he points out with a meaningful expression on his face, which I'm not going to let him get away with so easily. His gaze turns forward again while he's still talking and I see my chance for revenge.
>>Yeah, you're right. In ER, we're only saving lives.<<, I express my opinion sarcastically before, without Stephen noticing directly, I bend down and take a handful of snow in my hands. He seems to be searching for the car keys in his pocket right now.
The frozen water runs a little under the sleeves of my jacket due to the body heat of my hands. My mind is made up, however. Now or never.
>>Stephen!<<, I call after him after he has already arrived at his car.
Puzzled, he turns around, apparently only now really noticing that I stopped about 10 meters ago. With great momentum I take a swing and throw the snowball at him.
Grumbling deeply, he brushes the remains of the formerly cold ball out of his hair. He gives me a look of amusement and incomprehension and makes this little head movement that makes my heart beat faster every time.
>>(Y/n)...<<, his vibrant voice comes through to me and I really have to pull myself together not to immediately burst into a hearty laugh.
>>Yes, Stephen?<<, I ask him with one of my most innocent voices and an angelic blink. Well, that's what he gets for his self-persuasive nature now.
With a few long strides, he comes back and finally stops just in front of me. His warm breath makes its way over my cold skin, which sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. Slowly, his head slides next to mine, my muscles unwilling to respond.
>>You'll pay for this when we get home.<<, I hear his baritone voice a little dazed and feel a cheeky grin forming on his face.
>>I will?<<, I gasp a little taken aback and wrap my arms around his waist as he comes even closer to me, suddenly completely oblivious to the cold around us.
Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else
#benedict cumberbatch#Benedict Cumberbatch x y/n#Benedict Cumberbatch x you#Benedict Cumberbatch x reader#marvel#stephen strange x reader#stephen strange x you#stephen strange fic#dr strange#dr strange x reader#stephen strange x gn!reader#dr strange x gn!reader#doctor strange#snow#winter#snowball#hospital
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𝒟𝓇. 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒
❤️=Romantic 🧸=Child/Teen Reader 💙=Platonic
💊=Hurt/Comfort 💛=Fluff 🌎=Au 📖=Series
None Yet
#male reader#dr strange#stephen strange#dr strange x male reader#dr strange x gn!reader#x male reader#male!reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#stephen strange x male reader#stephen strange x gn!reader
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Scarlet Witch/wizard from another universe!Reader: I don't need you.. to tell me who.. I am.
Strange: There's two of them?
Wanda: I surprised myself, Stephen
#female reader#male reader#gn reader#male.#gender neautral reader#female#incorrect mcu quotes#marvel#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#doctor stephen strange#dr strange#wanda marvel#wanda x reader#wanda my beloved#mommy wanda#scarlet witch#x reader
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Star Trek (strange New Worlds Masterlist)
Navigation / Main Masterlist
Characters
Spock (none yet)
James Kirk (none yet)
Christopher Pike (none yet)
Nyota Uhura (none yet)
La'an Singh (none yet)
Number 1 (none yet)
Hemmer (none yet)
Erica Ortegas (none yet)
Dr M'Benga (none yet)
#river13245#fluff#masterlist#angst#male reader#gn reader#star strek strange new worlds masterlist#spock#james kirk#christopher pike#nyota uhura#laan singh#number 1 star trek#hemmer#erica ortegas#erica ortegas x reader#dr M'benga
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Pros of not Sleeping || Stephen Strange x GN!reader ||
Summary: When Stephen finds sleeping hard one night, he decides the library is the best place to cure his ailment. Apparently, someone else had a similar problem.
Warnings: None
As Stephen turned over in his very comfortable bed, he sighed, wondering if this position would finally able him to sleep. He wasn't hopeful as he'd been on this journey since 9 pm and it was currently 1:35 am of the next day but he wasn't going to give up yet!
Stephen had this mindset until 2 am when he promptly got up, threw on a shirt and sweatpants, and trotted to the library. Some light reading would help, it was his go-to option for nights like these. What he saw when he walked in was a fellow sorcerer at the Sanctum, Y/n. He didn't know them well but they would nod when they saw each other and would help the other in training.
"Hey, didn't expect anyone else to be awake, nonetheless in the library, at this hour," He paused to walk over to the table they were sat at, "This seat taken?"
"For you? Never." Y/n looked up from the book they had their nose in. No doubt something Stephen had read at least two times but he asked about it anyways. This sparked a longer conversation about the mystic arts and eventually that led to Stephen's question he'd been wanting to ask for a while now. "So, what brought you to Kamar-Taj. Everyone knows my story but I'm happy to regale it to you again if that'll help you share yours?"
Y/n chuckled, the book was long forgotten and sadly doggy-eared (something Y/n did very reluctantly, it pained them), "No, no, that's okay. Um, I don't like to talk about it much but um, sure, I'll tell you."
As Y/n spoke their story, Stephen couldn't help but notice their eyes.. 'What a lovely shade.' He thought to himself as he studied the rest of Y/n's face. Once done, they looked at him, previously they had been staring at the table, watching as Stephen's scared hands and fingers interlocked on top of the table, the shaking still noticeable but not as much due to the table stabilizing them.
This little library meeting turned into a regular thing between the two sorcerers. They'd meet in the book-filled room and talk for hours and soon became extremely close. One day, Stephen worked up the courage to ask them on a date. He realized that he was ready to be in a relationship and the other person in said relationship should be Y/n.
So when he walked into the library and saw them with the plan in mind, his practiced speech went out the window. Their hair was perfect, the light of the room hitting their eyes just right, and the clothing they wore fit them perfectly. He sighed, sitting and crossing his hands on the table in front of them, "Hi Y/n."
They didn't look up so he assumed they were just about to finish a chapter or page or something so he let them be. After a few minutes, the page flipped, and a bookmark was placed on the new page as it closed. Y/n set the book aside and looked at their fellow sorcerer, "Hello Stephen. You sounded like you needed to ask me something, what's up?"
"Alright, welp, I did have a plan and speech prepared but then I saw you and you looked perfect. That might sound weird, let me try again. Will you get coffee with me tomorrow? Doesn't have to be coffee, hot chocolate is good too, tea also, whatever you please, it's on me if you say yes." Stephen got less and less confident as he spoke but the smile that morphed into a grin on Y/n's face told him he was about to be happy or very sad.
"I'd love to go get a hot drink with you, Stephen. Thanks for finally asking, I thought I'd have to here soon." The two chuckled and for the first time in a long while, Stephen got a good night's sleep that night.
BONUS:
"HHM, HOT!" Stephen yelped, sat across from him was his date, Y/n. They looked at him with a blank face, "No shit, Sherlock."
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but, oh my god, i think i'm in love with you
part 2 to i can't be your second best
ও after you had left with strange, it had taken a while to adjust
ও you'd spent so long constantly checking your messages, constantly seizing every opportunity to be with him, you didn't know what to do anymore
ও you had centered your entire life around stephen
ও and that was a mistake you wished you hadn't made, because you had made your self-worth depend completely on his validation
ও it was a long journey of therapy and working on yourself, but months later, you finally felt like your own person again
ও you met bucky when you were walking in a park, and you had your first date at a cat cafe
ও and your first date was when you realized you were ready for a relationship with him
ও you hadn't given stephen strange a single thought since you started therapy, but after meeting bucky, it felt funny that you knew two superheroes, let alone dated two
ও you liked bucky. bucky was kind. bucky was patient.
ও bucky knew of your history with stephen, so he made sure you knew you were his first priority
ও sometimes you couldn't help but compare your current relationship to stephen, because you couldn't believe how you had accepted that kind of treatment
ও and you couldn't believe how stephen had the audacity to treat you that way
ও bucky was perfect, and you couldn't help but fall in love with him a little more every day
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@evelynrosestuff @sassybananaweaselpsychic
bc you guys asked for a pt.2, so i hope you like it :)
#dr strange#doctor strange x reader#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness#doctor strange#stephen strange#marvel mcu#marvel cinematic universe#marvel#multiverse of madness#christine palmer#benedict cumberbatch#gn reader#gender neutral reader#bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#bucky x reader#bucky
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Happy early birthday | Stephen Strange x gn!reader
genre: fluff
requested: no
summary: Stephen Strange becomes familiar with the soft violin playing of his new assistant at the New York Sanctum, and falls. Hard.
a/n: I didn't plan out what gender reader was gonna be for this, so please let me know if there were any gendered terms i need to fix! Also, his birthday is November 18th. Also also, I'm considering making a second part to this, so lmk if thats something you'd like!
word count: 2.4k
To anybody else, the sounds of the violin echoing through the seemingly endless expanse of the sanctum may have been eerie. Scary, even. Doctor Strange wasn’t anybody else. To him, each stroke of the bow across the four strings was as close to heaven on earth as he could get. The melody flowed not only through the building but through his entire body, intertwining with each muscle and bone, filling him to the brim with relaxation and comfort. He never was very music-inclined, the only experience being in the OR when he played the song guessing games with the other surgeons to help pass the time, but this touched every musical cell in his body and brought them to life.
It began when you became a resident of the sanctum. Mostly to be backup for when Stephen couldn’t be there, Wong assigned you to become an assistant to the master of the New York sanctum (you liked to call it co-master). It took a while for Stephen to drop his serious exterior around you, but considering the fact that the two of you spent the majority of your time together, it was hard for the man to keep it up. More than that, though, the sorcerer found that he had a weak spot for you. You who stayed up to greet him when he came back home late, waiting with drooping eyes and a smile just to make sure he was safe; you who reminded him to take breaks, eat, and stay hydrated throughout the day; you who healed his wounds when he came back from a fight bloodied and bruised; and finally, you who played the violin at late hours of the night so beautifully that it soothed the fear from his nightmares or relaxed him when his mind couldn’t shut off.
The first time Stephen heard it, he had woken up in a cold sweat after having a recurring nightmare of the night of the car crash. He was disoriented for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath and calm down, when he heard it. It was soft and far away, as though it were coming from a room down the hallway, but it was there. It was so soothing he didn’t realize his breathing had regulated and his grip on the sheets had loosened. His first instinct was to get closer, to hear it clearer, to fill his mind up with the gorgeous melody, but his body was tired and he fell back asleep soon after laying down.
The second time Stephen heard it, he was sitting at a desk in his room poring over a number of books he borrowed from the library at Kamar-Taj. It was late and he couldn’t help but hear your chastising voice telling him “you should sleep more, Stephen! You of all people should know how important sleep is as a doctor. Besides, you get even grumpier than usual when you sleep late.” He chuckled at the thought before his mind wandered off. He wondered if you were asleep, what you would be doing awake, what you were dreaming about, and generally thought about you until the sound of the violin wandered into his room.
It sounded more like warm ups at the start. Notes ascending up then down with varying rhythms and speeds and a couple simple tunes like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star or Mary Had A Little Lamb. A few minutes of that passed by when the first piece began. He recognized it, though he didn’t know the name. Stephen leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, allowing himself to thoroughly enjoy the soothing melody. When that piece ended and another one began, he stood and left the room, determined to find the source and get closer to it.
He tread softly through the hallway, following the sound of the now lively music. His search ended when he saw your form in front of the large circular window, body moving accordingly to what you were playing. You swayed slightly at slower parts, slightly dipped down as emphasis on heavier notes, and sometimes even did turns on rests, soft laughter becoming part of the music. Stephen couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was captivated by the passion you exuded and the gorgeous melody that you produced. The moonlight and soft lamplight only highlighted the beauty of the scene as it hugged your form, making you look like you were glowing.
He stood there and watched you play from beginning to end without a sound, and only after you began putting the instrument in its case did he snap out of it and approach you. He bathed you in genuine compliments and the two of you somehow ended up sitting together on Stephen’s bed with you talking about how you came to love the violin and him absorbing every word as though they were water and he were a man stranded in the Sahara Desert. A few hours later, Stephen woke to the sight of you still sleeping peacefully next to him in an undeniably funny, yet endearing because it was you, position.
That day was still fresh in his mind as though it were mere minutes ago. Every time he thought about whether that was because of how breathtaking you were or because it was when he realized he was in love with you, his answer was both. He fell in love with you and your playing months ago, but the flame burned brighter than ever. In fact, every interaction he had with you only added fuel to it.
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“Who pissed in your breakfast?”
You were currently in a corner of the library tucked away somewhere in the sanctum, full bookshelves creating a nice secluded area and a large window allowing natural evening light into the room. You were standing in front of the wall, a couple pages of music sheets taped along it, and holding your violin. Stephen happened to find you while he was “looking for a book.”(In truth, he was looking for you as he hadn’t seen you in a couple hours and missed you, but he would never admit it.) His initial relief at seeing you in the library dissipated when he noticed the distressed expression on your face.
“Myself, apparently. I don’t know why I can’t get this right.” You sighed and placed your instrument on the desk next to you before dragging the chair away from the desk and flopping down onto it.
“How long have you been at this?” Stephen approached you and placed a tentative hand on your shoulder, noticing the exhaustion in your eyes and hair that looked like upset hands ran through them multiple times. You leaned your head back onto the chair and looked at him.
“Not sure. A couple hours, I think? The sun moved a lot since I started.” Knowing the signs of overworking as a person who overworks himself, Stephen grew worried.
“Have you eaten anything? Or at least drank some water?” Your eyes widened in the slightest, so small most people would’ve missed it, but he noticed. He grew more suspicious when you turned your head to look at the sheet music covered wall in front of you.
“Yeah, of course I have.” As if on cue, your stomach made a strange gurgling sound. You now turned your head entirely away from the sorcerer to the desk on your left. Stephen rolled his eyes and quickly portaled away. Just as you started questioning what he was doing, he portaled back with a few takeout boxes of food and two plates in his hands. It smelled amazing. Your stomach made another embarrassing sound.
“Let’s eat.”
It turns out that Stephen had popped into your favorite restaurant and bought dinner for the both of you, being somewhat lacking in the cooking department. Now the two of you sat at the desk, Stephen taking his time with his meal while you tried your hardest to not shove the entire plate down your throat.
“Now that you’re less hungry, what’s so important that you worked on it for multiple hours straight with no break or food?” As a response, you stared at your food more intensely and shoveled more of it into your mouth for more time to think as you chewed.
“It’s nothing. Just a piece I like, nothing special.” You decided to keep it vague, and the sorcerer obviously didn’t believe a word judging by the exasperated sigh that left his lips.
“You look worse than I did after spending 5 years in oblivion, y/n. Cut the crap.” You finally looked up from your food to make eye contact with the man sitting across from you. At first glance, he appeared to be irritated at the lack of a direct answer, but you knew better. You saw the worry in his eyes and in the furrow of his brow, and felt guilty for making him concerned about you.
“Beethoven’s Romance in F major,” you mumbled and looked back down at your plate, unable to keep eye contact anymore.
“What? Is that the song you were working on?” The tone of his voice became a little softer, recognizing the hesitance in your voice at sharing this information with him.
“Piece—but yeah. Beethoven’s Romance. It’s supposed to be played with an orchestra, but I changed it to make it an unaccompanied solo." You were avoiding the real point of practicing this piece in particular, and he knew it.
"Why is it bothering you so much?" At this point, exasperation was entirely replaced with curiosity.
"It's the 17th of November today." You said it as though the date was supposed to explain everything. It didn’t.
"And? What does that have to do with anything?" At this, you finally looked back up at him and huffed, embarrassed to explain.
"What can you give a man who has everything?" The confusion didn’t leave his face, so you huffed and steeled your nerves before continuing to explain.
“That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for about a month now. Wong told me your birthday was coming up and I didn’t have any good ideas for a present, but I didn’t want to get you something shitty, I care about you too much to do that!” At this, Stephen raised an eyebrow and you felt your face get hot, but you pressed on. “So I decided to play something for you, since you say you like it so much.”
“And you chose something called Romance?”
“That, and Elgar’s Salut D’amour. Means greeting of love.”
Silence followed your words and you risked taking a glance at his face, a million possibilities of what expression he would have running through your mind. Out of all of them, you never could have imagined the red that dusted his cheeks and soaked the tips of his ears.
“You’re not very subtle, are you?” His lips turned up into a smirk, and a laugh followed. Not the mocking kind—he wouldn’t do that to you—but the kind that comes out instinctively when you don’t know how to react. You didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not. Subconsciously, your muscles tensed up even more and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. Looking away was the safest option in trying not to show your vulnerability.
“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that.” You felt a hand fall shakily on top of your own. “Hey, look at me,” his voice was soft in comparison to the spoken words. With a deep inhale, you managed to force your head back into position to look at the man sitting across from you.
“I couldn’t ask for a better gift. Nobody’s ever even considered giving me something so personal and intimate before, and I couldn’t imagine it being anybody else.” The redness subsided only slightly, but the smile on his face went from amused to warm—maybe even loving. The hand that only lightly grazed yours now grasped it, trembling yet firm.
“I… You like it? You don’t… hate me for it, or anything?” You asked tentatively, shoulders beginning to drop and tears no longer threatening to fall from your eyes.
“I love it. Though, I could think of one thing that would make it better,” he spoke with a teasing tilt now, sensing that your anxiety was abating. “Tonight—now, if possible—do you want to go on a date?” At the words, you burst out into a wide grin.
“Absolutely not.” You pulled your hand away from Stephen’s and stood, placing your hands on your hips. The shocked look on his face only served to make the smile on your face bigger. “It’s not your birthday until tomorrow, and this is supposed to be a birthday present! Unfortunately for you, I don’t give early gifts.” You reached for his hands and tugged him out of his chair into a standing position, the man now wearing a smile that was smaller in size in comparison to yours, but held the same amount of bliss. You turned away, made a portal to his room, and lightly pushed him in.
“You don’t get to listen to my playing until tomorrow, got it?” At this, the sorcerer rolled his eyes and pulled you into the portal too, holding you close with hands at your waist.
“What about a preview kiss? Can I have one of those?” He leaned down until your faces were so close he could graze the tip of his nose against yours, and could feel your breath. Unsurprisingly, it smelled like dinner, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment. You made a similar movement, leaning up until you felt the scratchiness of his facial hair, made a humming sound as an indication that you were about to bring your lips to meet his, and left a peck right on the corner of his mouth before pulling away entirely to step back into the other side of the portal.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You waved, took in one last look at the Sorcerer Supreme standing there, arms wrapped around air, leaning down at an awkward angle, a dazed look on his face as though he hadn’t processed what just happened quite yet. Then you closed the portal.
Stephen ended up staying in that position in the middle of his room for about a minute before finally unfreezing, and let out the most genuine laugh he’d had in a long while. Although he could’ve easily made a portal to go back to the library and get revenge on you, he decided to listen to your words and eagerly got ready for bed, mind racing with all the ideas of what he could do for his first date with you, his violinist.
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i've sent in for some fluff/comfort previously, but what about the other direction? >:)
💙, 💫, 😵💫 (maybe both Reader and Pike would be fun! but i'll leave that to you)
have fun! LLAP
Oooh! I have a TERRIBLE idea for this 😈! Thank you for this amazing prompt!! Also for being a good friend! Also for using my super helpful emoji prompts! Let's DO THIS!! 😎
Exolvuntur Terror (Platonic Pike x Reader)
Rating: PG-13 (Mild Gore)
Word Count: 1.9k
Content: Platonic/SFW, GN!Reader, Alien!Reader, Sciences!Reader, artificial time loops, trauma (metaphorical and literal), learning to have faith in yourself, very angsty much tragic, but!! also very hurt/comfort, Una being protective of her bestie, faceless entities with unknown desires SUCK!
Teaser: A selfish and malevolent entity has trapped Captain Pike's mind in a time loop of the Incident that will end his life as he knows it. Spock was badly wounded in the initial confrontation and cannot aid him. So it is up to you, an untrained telepath but a telepath nonetheless, to save him.
“I had to sedate him.” Chapel entered the briefing room, visibly anxious.
“The restraints weren’t doing enough. His muscles were reacting like he’s being thrown by something we can’t see. Delirious, unresponsive to external stimuli, I have never seen the Captain, anyone, like this before. And- and Spock-“ Christine’s voice caught in her throat.
“Spock, we know how to help, and he is stable for the time being. It is the Captain who we need to get sorted out now.” M’Benga reassured her, she took a seat at the table, holding down her distress.
It was very intimidating, you were the only one in the room who wasn’t senior staff, and chances were, knew the Captain the least.
“Whatever scenario these entities are putting the Captain through, it is repeating. Same emotional trauma response from the brain and pain response from his nervous system. Two minute intervals, the nerve reaction pattern suggests a radioactive explosion of some kind.”
“And the good news?” you asked, nervously.
“Luckily his body is not exhibiting the side effects of being irradiated, but his brain and nervous system are responding to the stimulus as though it were real. Like a circuit board, the human nervous system is only able to carry so much before it overloads. Not only that but the brain can only endure so much stress as well. If we don’t find a way to break this cycle soon. There may be very little of Chris left to save.” He finished grimly.
You swallowed hard “Wha- what do you need me to do?”
“We need you to go into his mind, find a way to stop it.” Una replied, deadly serious, every part of her was tense, her gaze, her posture. She was furious, like she’d burst into flame if she could.
“My telepathic abilities are limited sir, I don’t have the training-“
“We wouldn’t ask you if there were any other way.” Una insisted.
“How much risk is there to the Lieutenant? Push comes to shove, I’d rather not lose two officers in one day.” La’an inquired in a measured tone, she shared an intense glance with Number One as she did.
“I don’t know.” M’benga responded.
“There isn’t a single one of us in this room Chris wouldn’t be willing to take that risk for.” Una began.
“Sir, with all due respect you can’t ask-“ Chapel interjected on your behalf.
“I’ll do it.” You eased, quietly, almost involuntarily.
“What?” Half of the room said in unison.
“I… if I’m the only one that can help him. I can’t just… sit by and watch.” you groped for words, for courage “I need to do this, I think. If what you say is true.”
“It is.” the First Officer replied, the edge on her voice was gone, leaving something sentimental interlaced with her obvious concern.
You entered sickbay, coming upon the Captain, he was unconscious, but restless, stricken, white as a sheet, like he was in the throes of a nightmare.
“Help him, please.” The Commander begged.
“I’ll try, I promise I will.” You knew your voice and your body were shaking, but you were determined to see this through.
So you sat at the place made for you beside the biobed, placed your fingertips to the Captain’s temples
And dived.
Smoke, fire, screaming, there was a red alert blaring, metal plating creaked and glass began to crack.
“I got this!” Teenager’s voice, cadet by the looks of it.
“Get out of here! Go!!” There he was! Other cadets fled the scene, the glass continued to crack.
“I can fix it!” She yelled.
“Captain!” You yelled almost in unison with a boy on the other side of the containment field.
He looked up at you startled, good, you could contact him through his mental avatar in this vision.
“Leave it Cadet!” The glass shattered, the cadet was thrown backward, he was trying to drag her to safety.
You instinctively went to help him, but your hands phased through her, you were alien to this scenario, and to his mind.
“It’s Lieutenant Y/N! I’m here to get you out!”
“You- what? Lieutenant?! No, no this is not- you’re not supposed to be here. You have to go, now! It’s not safe!”
“Number One sent me here to save you!”
“What do you-?! But she-! Nevermind! You have to get out of here! That’s an order!”
“But-!”
“I said go!!” He grabbed you by the arm, he could grab you! He tossed you through the doorway into the crowd of panicking cadets.
The explosion consumed the chamber, he slammed against the wall, the burns were awful, he was reaching out for you, the cadets, but he couldn’t pass through the containment barrier.
But you could! You tried to reach for him, to take his hand, be of some comfort. It wasn’t fair-!
You were standing in front of the steps again.
“I got this!”
So this is where the loop starts. Good to know. You couldn’t let yourself get caught up in the moment.
“Captain Pike it’s me! I was sent here to save you, please listen to me!”
“No, no no no no! Una, she promised that she wouldn’t- Get out of here! Leave! Go!” He yelled back to the cadets, looking back at you again, a line of fury in his jaw.
“This isn’t happening right now, it’s not real!” You pleaded, taking his hands
“It will be! It has to be. You don’t understand, you can not save me. Spock is- the galaxy is at stake here!”
“I can fix it!” The girl yells.
“Leave it Cadet!” He jerked away from you, tending to the cadet as after she tumbles.
“I am not worth it, I am only one person. I promise you there is no other way, trust me I tried. Now please, just go!”
This time, the explosion consumes you both, you can only stand and watch from the center of the flames as his half burned body is flung against the wall again.
The loop restarts.
“HI! Before you ask I’m not from the past or future-“
Failure. Explosion. Restart.
“Una had nothing to do with this I promise-“
Failure. Explosion. Restart.
“What do you mean your fate is set in stone?! Nobody can know that-!”
Failure. Explosion. Restart.
Failure. Explosion. Restart.
Failure. Explosion. Restart.
Failure. Explosion. Restart.
Failure. Explosion. Restart.
Before the words “I got this.” left that stupid kid’s mouth, you put yourself face to face with the Captain. Grabbing him by the shoulders.
“Captain Christopher Pike! Please, hear me! You are going to die if you don’t listen to me! This nightmare that keeps playing in your head is going to eat you up inside until there is nothing left of your mind but this! You won’t be able to save Spock, save the galaxy, or whatever it is you think you’re doing if we keep doing this over and over and over, so please, please listen!”
There were tears streaming down your face now. You didn’t know what else to do, what else to say. You couldn’t make him believe you. You were so tired your metaphysical knees buckled for a moment.
Pike was staring at you, conflicted, anguished.
“I can’t-“ he started, his voice strained, desperate. Looking at the fiery chaos around him.
“-fix this!”
“No, you can’t, but I can. Watch this.”
The glass shattered, and you embraced him, blocking him from the blast with your own body. He began to return it
Then everything went dark.
Strange, the only manifestation of the vision that was able to affect you before was him. This didn’t seem like dying in a fiery blast though.
Pike was frozen in place, now you could phase through him and…
There was something else here, no, someone?
Alright, fine. You had removed the bullet, it was time to stop the bleeding.
“Leave him alone.” You said sternly “Whatever you want from him, whatever it is you’re looking for, it’s not here. I wouldn’t help you find it if I could.”
“Evidently not.” it replied coolly.
“Why would you, how could you do something like this?!” You asked, outraged, the anguish in your Captain’s eyes still burned into your mind.
“I sought to replicate a mineral which cannot be found in this plane of existence. But he is ignorant to it’s exact nature. Now, thanks to your interference, the tracking cycle is broken. He is of no more use to me.” The being stated plainly.
“What are you going to do to us?” You squeaked.
“Nothing. I intend to depart.”
“No wait! Don’t leave him like this!” You attempted to raise a psychic barrier to keep the entity from leaving.
“I have removed the cycle from his memory, but not it’s source, to do so would not only unravel your Captain’s limited perception, but would unravel time.”
“What does that mean?”
“I warn you only once, microbe. Do not inconvenience me again. Farewell.”
It clearly knew you weren’t strong enough to hold it here in Pike’s subconscious, you barely had the strength to stay yourself. It was time to go, who knew what would happen if you lost contact with your body here.
Slowly, achingly, the world beyond the Captain’s mind encroached upon you. Everything hurt, the crest of your brow and your fingertips burned, there were pins and needles down your spine, the muscles around and behind your eyes ached, you were drenched in sweat.
Never in your life had you ever engaged in mental contact like this before, especially not with a Human. Of course, his physiology was not accustomed to such interactions either. You cringed at the first degree burns and nail welts your hands left behind on his temples. But, it was a small price to pay for the Captain’s freedom.
Though you were exhausted, you had the psychic impression that the entity responsible had gone. You were certain you looked a mess, but Pike looked like death warmed over. Fear momentarily seized your chest before his eyes fluttered open. For a moment you’d feared the worst!
“What…?” Pike croaked “What happened?”
The Captain feebly tried to sit up, the restraints prevented it, too exhausted to bother with any further attempt.
“Ugh, feel like I got run over.” He griped, something you were certain was a woeful understatement.
“H- how much do you remember, sir?”
“Went down to the planet” he winced, “something, hit me, and then- wait, where’s Spock?” The Captain looked around, concern overriding the protests of his trembling body.
“Mr. Spock is gonna be fine sir, he’s recovering, just like you are.”
Pike sighed in relief, you didn’t want to distress him any further, but you had to know if the entity had kept it’s word.
“Anything else, sir?”
He furrowed his brow “No, not… really. Why am I-?”
“Restrained? Uh, well, whatever attacked you and Mr. Spock, there were hallucinations. You didn’t hurt anybody! They were more worried about you hurting yourself.”
“Oh, alright.” he half nodded, clearly fighting to stay awake.
“You should rest, sir.” you added, thinking it best to leave.
It hadn’t been a lie, but, it felt ugly. Wanting, maybe needing to hide things from the Captain, after everything. You’d discuss it with Dr. M’Benga first, divulge what was appropriate once the Captain was more stable, you told yourself. Best to debrief your superiors on what had transpired between you and the entity.
What did it mean by “Unravel time”, and what about “the source”? Had the entity drawn from something the Captain had seen before? If it had already occurred, how was he still here? Did it happen to someone else? Did he think it was Spock? Did the entity convince him he had traded places with him somehow?
Whatever it had meant, you hoped that for now, the Captain’s sleep was a nightmare-less one. For his sake, and for yours.
#this was such a labor of love you have no idea man this was suuuuuuch an emotional write#who needs therapy when you have FANFICTION?! XD#gn!reader#alien!reader#x reader#platonic x reader#star trek x reader#captain pike x reader#christopher pike x reader#angst#hurt/comfort#trauma loop#telepathy#malevolent space entity#una chin riley#nurse chapel#dr m'benga#la'an noonien singh#strange new worlds#star trek#star trek strange new worlds#snw#star trek snw#christopher pike#captain pike#captain christopher pike#chris pike#anson mount#fanfiction#fanfic
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I’m Sorry [Strange x reader]
Angst - Fluffy, sad content
Pairing: Doctor S. Strange x gn!reader
word count: 956
Summary: In which stephen strange, not realizing what happened on the mission, comforts you.
Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, flashback (vague mention of hands and voices), sexual innuendos (very beginning), implied hypersexuality, hurt!reader, comforting strange, angst, happyish ending
a/n: i just rlly wanted strange to hold me last night when it was all i could think about, so I wrote about it. Very self indulgent fic. Also for bee, because it started out different but I finished it, ily bee <3 - juno
You had been half asleep when he joined you, idling you in a lull of conversation. Strange had sat down next to you, peering over the railing on the rooftop. He was bored and had been up for so long now there was no hope for him to go to sleep. It was the same reason you had been sitting up there, staring at the sky.
“You know,” He carried, saying anything at this point to distract his racing thoughts. You turned your head to look at him, half annoyed with his antics, yet not surprised. He trusted you enough to sit in your comfort. “We never really talked about what, you know, happened.”
You scoffed and turned your head away, hiding the blush that crept on your face. You thought about the kiss from a week ago. How his hands caressed your face oh so gently, pulling you in for more. How it turned hungry and rough. How his hands somehow found their way on your waist, itching for more when Wong had walked in. None of you spoke about the incident, all three of you avoiding each other as much as possible for the next day.
Hell, this was the first time in a week you and Strange had really talked. You shook your head, trying to think of something to counter him. “It was nothing, really.” You started, physically shaking the images of him shirtless from your mind. “I mean, what happens when you're stressed? It’s normal to look for someone to share it with.”
Strange hummed, nodding along. You bit your lip, wrapping an arm around your knees. “Nothing, right. That’s why it was so passionate. Stress.” There was a playful edge to his voice, which, normally, you would’ve enjoyed. Now, however, was not the time. You just wanted to be alone. Or for him to sit quietly next to you, just the two of you sitting comfortably together.
The pressure in your chest built, rising until it hit the back of your eyes. You felt like you were going to explode and damnit you were crying. You quickly wiped your eyes with your sleeve, but he had already seen it.
“Hey,” He was a lot softer now, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You only buried your face deeper into your knees. “I’m sorry if I took it to far-”
“No,” Embarrassment ran your cheeks even redder, thinking back to a week ago, right before you three returned home. You wished you hadn’t, because his hand turned into their hand and you brushed him off. You shook your head, more to get the thoughts out of your head. “You’re fine.” You pursed your lips, sniffling. “It’s not you.”
“Then what is it?” He sat his hand between you two, offering it for you to take if you wanted. He could tell you didn’t want to be touched.
“It’s,” The words hitched in your throat. You swallowed thickly, placing your hands over your ears, trying to block out the voices telling you that you had deserved it, it was your fault. You knew it wasn’t true, but it played like a broken record.
“Hey,” Stephen placed his hands over yours, his face leaning against yours. Your hands relaxed behind his, loosening their grip. “What happened on that mission?”
You thought that if you had sex with Stephen it would erase everything that happened; that you could exist without the feeling of somebody else’s hands on your body. Someone that wasn’t Strange. You were rash and impulsive and regretted it. Why did you do it? It wouldn’t have fixed anything and you-
“Hey,” Stephen whispered, guiding your hands back to your lap. He wrapped his arms around you protectivly, rocking you side to side. “You can tell me. I listen as good as I talk.” He managed a small chuckle out of you.
“They,” You started smally, voice barely audible. “They, jesus, they, uh, I was, I was sexually assulted, I think.” You hung your head in shame, not able to control the stream of tears now.
His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, his face digging into your shoulder. He sighed, unsure of what to say. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder before speaking. “You think?” He asked, and you nodded.
“Maybe,” You hiccupped. “Maybe I agreed and didn’t realize it, or, or maybe I led them on. Or, or maybe I deserved it. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve me as your partner.” You tried to pull away, but he only held you tighter, shaking his head.
“Stop it.” He whispered, trying to wrap his head around it. You had done nothing wrong, it wasn’t your fault. This didn’t make you any less of a person; if anything, it made you more deserving of love, to be treated gently. “You didn’t make it happen and you didn’t deserve it.”
He placed another gentle kiss on your shoulder, then another, and another. You leaned back into him, sniffling and choking back a sob. His next words broke you. “I still love you. Don’t think that I don’t; please.”
You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. He placed a hand on the back of your head, smoothing your hair. “Next time, don’t be afraid to tell me, okay? Just because you save the world doesn’t mean you don’t deserve the same help. I love you.”
And there the both of you sat, your head nestled against his chest, listening to the murmur of his heartbeat. His arms wrapped around you protectively, rocking you gently. He couldn’t change what happened, but he could be there for you when it all came crashing back.
#doctor strange#doctor stephen strange#doctor strange x reader#stephen strange#stephen strange x reader#fluff#angst#hurt#happy ending#mossie writes: juno#ily bee#definitely took ur previous idea and deleted it all sorry#marvel#mcu#mcu fanfiction#dr strange#dr strange x reader#doctor strange x gn! reader
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I clould have lost you
Dr Stephen Strange x Oc!gn
!Doctor Strange Multiverse of madness slight spoilers!
Words: 374
An; hey! I'm back after like two months I think:D I just watched dr strange MoM and it was amazing! So, I casually did self insert in my head the whole movie, and I thought it'll be good idea write some stories 'bout it! Well, I hope you enjoy this one:)
Tori POV;
,,Tori, look out!" America screamed, but it was too late. Wanda's spell hit me. I fell back with tears in my eyes . As soon as my back hit the ground, my whole body was in pain. I looked around and saw how America is showing Wanda her other self. After a while my vision began to be blurry. ,, Stephen." I managed to say. ,,Tori? Tori!" Stephen was instantly by my side. ,,Tori, look at me. I need you to tell me where it hurts." Sometimes I forget he used to be a surgeon. ,,My whole..body.. Stephen." I managed to say. ,,Okay, I need you to stay awake for me, okay?" He picked me into his arms. ,, I'm sorry." Was all I could say before I backed out.
,,How is he?" America said. I think I'm in a coma, because I can't move but I can hear everything. Like Wong telling me what's new, Stephen telling me how's my treatment going, how he wishes he would protect me and it's his fault. But it's not! It's not his fault, it's mine! But I can't tell him that right now.
,,*They* are doing okay. They should wake up soon." Stephen replied. ,,Oh yeah, they. Sorry, it's my first time meeting someone who's using different pronouns. I'll get used to it." America said. ,, Well, I need to go. Bye Tori!" And with that America left, I guess.
,, Stephen." I said, well, whispered. ,, Tori! I'm so glad you're awake. Can you open your eyes for me?" Stephen said happily. ,,I can try." And as I said, I tried to open my eyes. And it worked! ,, Your hair is messy." I said with a smile. ,,Have you seen your hair?" Stephen laughed
,,I could have lost you.." Stephen said with tears in his eyes. ,, Don't worry, I'll be there for a long time." I said with tears in my own eyes. I slowly sat up and hugged him. After like two minutes, he grabbed my face so gently, like he was scared I'll broke into million pieces.
Fuck it.
And I kissed him. Stephen froze, but then he relaxed and kissed me back. And that's how our firt kiss was.
#dr strange x reader#dr strange x male reader#dr strange x gn reader#dr strange multiverse of madness#wong#reader#nonbinary reader#gender neutral reader#dr strange x you#Stephen strange x reader#fluff#lil agnst#<33
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Marvel Masterlist
Nothing yet
#mcu loki#tony stark#black widow#scarlet witch#dr strange#bruce banner#peter parker#thor#x female reader#x fem!reader#x gn reader#x male reader#x reader
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Not sure exactly what you’re okay/not okay with as far as requests go, but I’d like to request a Hannibal x AFAB reader (or gn if you prefer) where the reader has a crush on Hannibal and discovers that he’s a serial killer and tells him she’s more attracted to him because of it. I’d prefer it ends up in the bedroom (wink wink) but it’s up to you :)
A/N; Hello love, thank you for this request I certainly enjoyed writing it. Enjoy!
Warnings; Hannibal killing a man, a little smut
First time you saw him was something else. You almost became a victim of a serial killer but thankfully a team of FBI agents and Dr. Hannibal Lecter saved you. Turns out this killer was on the loose for months and you dropping your phone in his car made them catch him, you were forever grateful. Dr. Lecter was a psychiatrist who was helping the FBI with their serial killer cases and he was also collecting data for a research of serial killers and he offered free therapy sessions in exchange of information. Seemed like a good deal.
It had been few months since you started the therapy and it was going smoothly for him but for you, you had to keep pressing your thighs together every time he played with his pen or grabbed something. Over the weeks you saw and observed tiny changes in his behavior. He started to loose his tie around his neck, rolled up his sleeves, gave your lingering looks. You also had minor changes, such as; wearing clothes that fit your body perfectly and showing your womanly figure, curves and all. You knew that revealing clothes won’t make him come to you so you started to dress elegantly, just like him.
One time you mentioned how much you like baking and he asked you to bake something for him and you did. The next week you brought chocolate chipped cookies and he opened a bottle of wine.
He surprised you by having a cabinet in his office dedicated to all kinds of wine and you surprised him by fulfilling your promise of baking something for him. Hannibal Lecter never relied on anyone ever since he was a child, he never believed promises of people, even the ones he who are close to him because life thought him that people are deceitful animals. However, you managed to surprise him, it felt like a date but neither of you said anything about it.
Weeks went by and you kept surprising him with small things. One day, you baked a cake, it was the anniversary of you meeting him. You went to his office without telling him, it was suppose to be a surprise. Before you knocked on the door you heard some noises, a man coughing and things falling to the ground so you quickly opened the door to see the scenario.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter was on top of a man who was equally tall and strong as him and Hannibal’s big hands wrapped around that man’s throat, you halted in your steps. Your hands which were holding the container of the cake were shaking, your fight or flight response was triggered. You didn’t know what to do, in that moment you could feel everything and see, hear everything that was happening such as your soaked panties sticking to your core. You could feel your cheeks heat up, your heartbeat rising, Dr. Hannibal Lecter was murdering someone right in front of you and all you could think about or fantasies about how would you feel if his hands were wrapped around you, on his table..
When the man stopped breathing and struggling Hannibal bolted to his feet and turned to face you. His maroon eyes were startled at first but you could see his dilated pupils roaming on your body.
He didn’t say anything, his chest heaving up and down, he closed the door and locked it, he came to you and held your shaking hands, put the container aside, ‘’Shh, I’m here, calm down.’’ Now that he was close you could see the bruises on his face, dry blood on his plump lips, blackened left eye, scratches here and there. His fingers went to put a strand of hair behind your ear, even under this strange circumstances, his eyes were soft as they addressed you.
He guided you to the couch. He sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘’Now,’’ he breathed, ‘’What shall I do with you, little dove?’’
You didn’t respond, you were a deer caught in the lights. ‘’He attacked me, you saw what happened. I was defending myself.’’ He was so calm a sudden thought crossed your mind;
‘’This isn’t his first time.’’
Your body shivered, you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to tell Jack Crawford and others what you saw but an altered version of it, all you could do was to nod and let things happen.
It had been few weeks since that incident and you avoided your sessions with him. You made up excuses, one week you pretended like you had the cold, the other week you said you were out of town etc.
Every week he sent you a present, the week you were supposedly cold he sent you soup and warm bread, it was handmade. There was also a note; ‘’Get well soon, dove.’’
Your knees went weak with that note and gesture, the other week he sent you flowers, elegant and pure white bouquet of peony. Last week you’ve made up a lame excuse of not being in the mood and he called you on the phone.
‘’Hello Dr. Lecter?’’ you answered in a calm manner, ‘’Hello dove, I was wondering-‘’ he paused for a second ‘’why are you avoiding me. Well, I know the reason but I want to hear it from you.’’ You felt your heart go faster, subconsciously your thighs were pressing hard, ‘’It is best that I don’t join the sessions anymore Dr. Lecter.’’ You said out of breath, hearing his voice after a long time did something to you. He let out a devastatingly long sigh, you felt it in your core. ‘’I was hoping it doesn’t come to this.’’ He sounded tired and defeated.
You imagined him sitting in his office, sleeves rolled up, playing with his pen while talking to you. You wanted to rush to his aid, he was a busy man with a hectic schedule, you wanted to give him something to come home to. The thought of it made you get wet.
‘’Thank you for testifying on my behalf.’’ He sounded genuine.
At first he thought you would tell the truth but when you told everyone exactly what he told you he was impressed. There was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on. He sometimes had this urge to pull your brain out and study it because you fascinated him profoundly, but then the thought of physically hurting you made him feel disgusted, which was rare in his case.
‘’You saved me,’’ you said remembering the night, he was the one who wrapped you in a blanket and carried you to the ambulance, he was the one who sat and waited by your side in the hospital.
‘’and I saved you, the debt is paid.’’ Your free hand slowly went to the waistband of your pjs, sid in and found your aching core, he cannot possibly realize can he?
‘’My little dove, hearing you say this breaks my heart, your life is not a burden.’’ He knew how you feel about yourself, a freak, a burden..
You loved the way he said ‘’dove’’ his accent thick, you wondered what else is thick about him. You wanted him to keep talking to you.
‘’Where are you right now? And be honest.’’ His tone had a warning, such dominance.. ‘’H- home.’’
Hannibal wasn’t a stupid man, he admired your boldness, talking to your therapist while touching yourself.
‘’Good girl.’’ He loved your honesty, maybe you were the only person who was honest to him from the start ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked, even though he knew it.
Your panties were soaked, ‘’Laying on my couch.’’ You managed to say, his hand went to stroke his clothed member, he swallowed, ‘’I was asking as in.. action wise.’’ He teased. You were rubbing your wet cunt slowly, you let out a sigh. A pornographic one to be exact. ‘’Nothing-‘’
He didn’t let you continue, ‘’Tell me, do you always dream of me when you touch yourself? His question shocked you, at first you thought you heard him wrong, but the silence continued. Cat was out of the bag, he caught you. ‘’Yes.’’ You said. Hannibal could feel himself getting harder. He stood up, locked his office door, you heard it. He sat back and unzipped his pants, he never thought he would be doing this in his office, well, he also never thought he would kill someone in his office but here we were.
‘’What are you wearing?’’ he asked, feeling like a school boy but it excited him. ‘’Nothing.’’
It was right, the second you heard him lock the door you took off your clothes, ‘’Clever girl. I assume you’re dripping wet, I have neglected you for so long, keep touching yourself.’’
Hannibal leaned back, stroking himself, his tip leaking, ‘’How do you dream of me?’’
One hand in your core the other touching your boob –he was on speakers- you spoke, ‘’Sometimes on the table, sometimes on the couch or in your bed. Pushing me down and taking me..’’
You remembered the scene, he was on the ground on top of a man and choking him. It made you moan. Your soft whimpers and divine voice made him stroke himself faster, ‘’Put two fingers inside sweet thing.’’
You could feel the shift in his voice. You moaned louder than before as you inserted your fingers, you were so wet he could hear it clearly. ‘’Every time I come from your office I touch myself.’’ You confessed, which made him growl, he was regretting that he didn’t take you before. He knew that you were interested in him from the beginning, he thought it was because you were in shock –due to your unique condition which is almost being murdered- and you were seeking shelter. He assumed over the weeks your fascination with him would disappear but he was wrong.
He was about to lose his mind because of the sounds you were making ‘’Stop!’’ he ordered and you followed. ‘’Wait for me.’’ And he hung up.
Never in a million years he would think of sleeping with a patient but you changed his mind, he got into his car and drove.
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'til the breath returns
— hobie brown x gn!reader (dissociation comfort)
summary: It's hard to stay in your own body sometimes. At least Hobie's right there with you.
warnings: v self-indulgent (so may not be a very accurate depiction of dissociation erm...), dissociation / derealisation / depersonalisation (those terms are distinct but just in case :p), anxious behaviour, hurt/comfort-ish, hobie is trying his best? (he's not ur therapist but it's okay) & not proofread
word count: 1.9k
a/n: been struggling to get out of a dp/dr funk recently so. here we are! no gif lemme keep this one on the down-low fr 😭 img is of camden town from pinterest
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"Hello? Hello...?"
The muscles in your shoulders tightened at the sound of the voice, obscurely louder than anything else around you — around you being the market, that was. Just how long had you been here?
You felt a burning ache in your eyes as you looked around, taking in the blur around you before meeting the expression of the man in front of you. The owner of the food truck, of course. He had an impatient look on his face, but it was too much detail to be anxious about.
"Sorry, uh..." you offered quietly, cut off by another loud voice behind you.
"Just hurry up and pay, mate! We haven't got all day!"
Your jaw tensed, crunching uncomfortably as you fumbled for something in your pockets. Trying to find cash of some sort, the world became still again, and you could barely register what they were saying before you put whatever you could find on the window sill of the truck.
Something that sounded unpleasant, another shout, maybe, followed behind you as you walked out into the open pavements of the market. Your hands felt funny, breath dry and head heavy and so light at the same time. It felt like you were floating, but also sinking so deep under water you were moving slow motion against the thick water. It was somewhat comforting, that image.
Maybe you should just sit down, let yourself fall backwards and sink. Maybe you'd wake up in bed, and fully be able to open your own eyes again. When was the last time you could do that? When was the last time you woke up? This morning, surely. It seemed so far away; maybe you should walk home, find home — it was somewhere near here. Where were you walking?
Why was the ground getting so close to your face—
"Hey, hey! Oi!"
Before your weight could fall forward anymore, you felt a hand move around your stomach. Tongue stinging too, you realise you'd bitten it. The urgent touch became more gentle, as the haste wore off and you were helped to your feet. You tried to pick up the sounds to form a "thank you", but all you could do was stare strangely as you met a face you could just about recognise.
"Don't mean to scare you, darling."
It was your boyfriend, is what you told yourself. Hobie.
"Didn't get your change..." He held out the coins in his hand, some of which were probably already yours . "And you're trippin' over yourself."
It would sound too weird if you tried to laugh, so you didn't bother.
"My bad, just out of it." Right, is what he must've thought.
"Been out of it for a while, huh?" He taps your cheek twice, bringing your attention to him. You hadn't realised you'd been staring dead straight into his chest — not anywhere near his face. "Your patty's all squashed, love."
His fingers moved gently between yours, prying the poor warm paper from your hand. The patty you had bought had started to singe the tips of your fingers, and the tips of your fingers had already broken apart the bread of the patty.
You didn't have much will to complain, but the corners of Hobie's mouth turned down in a frown. He took your hand, the pad of histhumb brushing the lingering heat off of your fingers
"What's going on? You hungry? Tired? Upset...?" All you could give him was a useless shrug — it'd probably be easier to fix if you could describe it; if only. "Hm..."
The back of his hand was cold against your forehead. Or maybe you were cold; he never really got cold after all.
"You wanna go home?"
"Hm?" you murmured, Hobie observing you. You weren't supposed to go home; you'd get over it. Fresh air and a walk was supposed to help, anyway — not like it was. "Thought you wanted to stay."
"We can always come back another time. You don't look like you're enjoying yourself."
His hand moved to your shoulder, brushing his lips over your forehead. It was definitely you that was cold.
"I think you should have my patty, too," he added, placing his in your hand.
Arm moving fully around your shoulder, the two of you started to walk back.
"It'll be warm out, soon," Hobie comments, as if trying to be inconspicuous. He pulls you closer to mams for a lady walking her dogs: little white lap dogs that turned their heads to look at you, or maybe Hobie. You tried to remember if the last time you saw them was today or last week.
"Ah, yeah..." you said, realising he was waiting for you to say something — something of more substance, probably.
"Sure bloody hope so," he continued, something like humour in his voice. "Been freezing my bum off for the past month."
Your steps felt big against the ground, like the ground was pushing back up, and you were going to float away if Hobie let you go. All you could do was just hope he didn't.
"It better not rain, though. I'll go mad if it does. Nothing's good in the rain, 'specially not food. Meant to have a street party soon."
Remembering the patty in your hand, you took a bite before Hobie had to remind you. It was veg — not beef like he'd usually have. In fact, he complained about the veg usually. Still, today, he'd wanted a veg patty. You held onto that fact like it was the first thing you'd ever been told, as you walked together.
As he continued talking, you had reached the riverside. It looked onwards to the canal, the water coloured by the orange sun. Everything always looked so different on the way back; the air was still, and it was evening by now.
"Mine or yours?" Hobie asks, as you reach the by-street.
"Mine, if you come with me."
"I ain't gonna leave you behind, or nothin'."
He cracks a smile, and you reach for his hand time time as you took the turn to your home. There were shops that passed by, but you didn't pay enough attention to figure out what they were.
And you weren't sure when you ended up in bed, probably after making conversation for a bit and changing, because you were now in your own bed, arms and legs and Hobie's chest encasing you in a relaxed hug. You were wearing a shirt that fit weirdly on you. It was likely his — the one shirt he had without lint on it. His head wasn't entirely on your shoulder, but he was close enough to press a kiss to your temple — it left a warm, tingling feeling, as did the rest of his weight against you.
"Is there something wrong specifically?" he asks, voice a quiet, smooth vibration next to you.
"Dunno, I just... feel weird. Mentally, I mean," you admit, turning your head to lean it against his. "I think this is helping, though."
"Yeah? You want me to do anything else?" You just wanted to keep yourself awake; you wanted to keep hearing his voice.
"Want to hear you talk more."
"As long as you talk as well." Your quiet sigh was audible enough to him, it seemed. "C'mon love, you've gotta talk, or you'll be stuck up there forever."
With your demeanor seeming to give up with you, he pressed another kiss to your face, near the corner of your mouth this time. It usually got a smile out of you, but you didn't know if you had the energy to. He lingered there, still.
"How about we start with right now?" he muttered, hand on your shoulder. "You gonna tell me about those new decorations in your room? Or all those new clothes in your closet? Or how your bathroom doesn't have the nice-tasting toothpaste anymore?"
"Hobie... What the hell..." You frowned. And then the smallest laugh escaped out of you, because you frowned, and then he laughed, because it was all he really needed.
"I'm serious, though. Let's start from the top?"
"Like... from when I was born?" That got a laugh out of him, thankfully. Your smile, though little, didn't seem to disappear just yet.
"Well, if you want," he replied, pulling his arms tighter around your sides. "I was thinking more like, this morning?"
This morning... A little worry creeped inside your stomach as you came to face how little you could really recount right now. The light brush of Hobie's thumb against your cheek kept you at bay, however, and you took in a deep breath.
"Well, today... we went to the market together," you started, taking his hand from your shoulder and holding it in your own. You toyed idly with his fingers, thumb brushing over his rings as your mind fell into blankness again.
"And it rained all morning," Hobie said, after a beat of silence, fingers gently squeezing yours.
"And... this little kid slipped in the mud," you murmured.
"Ah, he did. Rough, weren't it?"
"Mhm," you replied, and at the silence, you tried to continue. "Poor thing. His dad looked horrified."
The quiet chuckle against your back made your words seem somewhat more trustworthy, and you finally decided to just let yourself speak, about anything that came to mind.
"...And then we went to look at clothes. None of them were your size."
"Couldn't believe it..." Hobie commented, murmuring.
"And then we... got lost for a bit. Ended up in this shop that sold china."
"Oh yeah, there were those funny bird-lookin' ones."
"And then we walked around for a bit..."
Truthfully, he wasn't sure if it was actually helping or not, but at the very least, that fuzzy look in your eyes that scared him a bit had eased
"And now we're home," you concluded, and he kissed the side of your head as if to confirm.
"Yep. Where are we?" The question was pretty straightforward, but you took the chance to answer regardless.
"In my room... On my bed." The mattress creaked just a little as you readjusted your position, moving closer against him. "And I'm still with you."
"Uh-huh. Still here."
"It's getting dark out, though." Looking out at the dimming sky through your window, you took another breath in, not as deep as you would've liked.
"I can stay," Hobie reassured. His voice gave no reason for you to doubt it.
"Could you?"
"A hundred percent. Not a second I don't wanna spend with you."
Hobie brushed his nose against yours, before pressing a momentary kiss to your lips.
"Look," he started, voice low and soft, slightly more serious. "I'm not exactly sure how to help, but whatever you need, I'll be here."
Turning to face him again, you returned his kiss, holding it a little longer to feel the warmth of his lips against yours. Hobie held you like you were the world, and everything in it; if you didn't need to, at least you wanted to.
"Can we just keep talking?" Your voice sounded different, but not strange — a bit less tense, more certain.
"We can talk about anything you want; we've got all night."
You narrowed your eyes in thought for a moment, and he looked at you as if he already knew what you were thinking.
"...Could you scratch my back too?"
Hobie grinned, and so warmly — so easily. You felt a smile tug at your lips too, breath sinking back into your chest and the ever-present weight starting to lift from your body.
"Yeah, sweetheart — of course. Want me to switch the light off?"
You decided to nod, saving your words for when you finally laid in the darkness, curled up against him. Murmuring soft, yet sure words between each other, his fingers grazed your back in a gentle back-and-forth, and as your voice faded, he pressed another kiss to your forehead, pulling you further into him and the covers.
Breath quiet and even, you inevitably drifted into sleep. His hand was still on your back, feeling each breath of yours as it came and went, like the shore lapping against the land. And he'd breathe right with you, even when you couldn't hear him — even if he'd have to do it all over again tomorrow.
Always, he promised himself, and you. Always, until your breath returned — until you returned.
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thank you for reading urrrr never written a comfort fic before n ik this is kind of diff but hopefully some of my usual stuff soon 🙏
rbs appreciated if u liked it, atsv masterlist here!
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🗝️ Sun in Scorpio ♠️
minho as your boyfriend!!! (pt. 1)
(based on astrology) 🔞
✨minho x reader (f); possessive fluff, slightly suggestive at the end
✨take a look into lee know’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be! in this post, i will be talking about his sun in scorpio. this is a series!!! so follow up later if u want more <3
✨i will give a brief synopsis of what each chart placement means (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect minho in a relationship :)
✨word count: ~2k
✨ author’s notes:
★★ (1) i do do brief astrological compatibility readings if anyone wants one! if you’re interested, message me your birth date, time, and location OR lmk your placements. i’m gonna limit the reading to include you x 1 skz member only! just specify who you’d like.
(2) i am wanting to get better at using neutral-gendered pronouns so more people can feel included in my posts. i’m really struggling since i use phrases like “my girl” a lot. anyone who has some good alternatives or tips, please message and lmk! i really want to be able to start cranking out more gn options!
(3) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)
(4) i will not be going into ascendant or house placements because lee know’s birth time has not been confirmed for AM or PM
✨warnings: some explicit language
✨ tl/dr: minho as your boyfriend will spoil the shit out of you and charm you until you can’t help but live and breathe him. he’s got to keep a grasp on you at all times- literally AND figuratively.
Sun in Scorpio: Sun signs are all about personality- the face you show the world! It is also the lens through which you usually see yourself and how friends would describe you.
• Scorpio has two planetary rulers- Mars and Pluto. Mars is the ruler of action and aggression, while Pluto is the ruler of transformation and rebirth. Scorpio is an amazing mixture of the two, as it embodies strong desires, innate control, and deep mental and supraphysical understanding.
• Scorpios encapsulate passion. They tend to have a deep understanding of others and can utilize this power to their advantage. They are able to influence others to do as they wish. Scorpios have a deep understanding of beauty and admire things that could be seen as dark, different, or strange to others.
• Scorpios have a tendency to become obsessive, controlling even, if not careful. They get fully engrossed into who other people are and want others to fully engross themselves in them as well.
• Scorpios are known for their creative and expressive nature- something that comes naturally to them. Because of this, they can really shine in areas such as art or drama, historian or detective, intuitive research or psychology, and are amazing for dabbling in the occult.
As your boyfriend:
• He is super protective over you. He’s always watching behind you as you do something to make sure you’re okay and no one is bothering you… And to be honest, I don’t think many people WOULD bother you, knowing you were the person with a psycho boyfriend (in a good way <3).
• He would bring you lunch any chance he got. If you were at work/school and he knew you hadn’t brought lunch or hadn’t had lunch that day, he’d definitely bring you something- whether he picked it up or made it himself. It also gives him an excuse to see you and check on you during the day.
• He knows when you are having a bad day. And he knows exactly how you need him to act in order to help you deal with it. When he senses something is wrong, he will pull you onto his lap in a hug and tell you to talk to him about it.
• Other people think he’s cold, but he’s definitely not with you. He loves you and nurtures you. He takes pride in knowing every part of you. He loves that there is a side of him that is specifically for you and not for the rest of the world. He’d like it if you were the same.
• He loves when the both of you have a chance to get dressed up. To look good for one another and just enjoy the other’s company.
• He loves nice dates, ones where he can make a grand gesture to make you feel loved and special.
• That’s why it was no surprise when he’d texted you earlier to dress up pretty for him and he’d be at your apartment to pick you up at 8.
• This was a monthly occurrence. Him surprising you with a nice date- and when I say nice, I mean NICE.
• Yes, you went on smaller dates a lot too, but he made it a priority to spoil you with something bigger at least once a month.
• So here you were, all dressed up in your favorite dark blue satin dress. It looked absolutely enchanting with it’s spaghetti strap and cowl neck top with a deep slit running up the side.
• You made sure to do your hair his favorite way- loose curls all brought to one side.
• You gave yourself one final look in the mirror, swiping on a glossy coat over your lip stain before heading out the door. Minho was already waiting on you downstairs.
• When he saw you like this, he always smirked.
• ‘Looking so beautiful all for me,’ he thought.
• Once you got to him, he just smiled at you, taking your hand in his.
• “Now, are you going to tell me where we’re off to?” you asked.
• “Shhh, you’ll see,” he kissed your hand, leading you out to the car.
• He always made sure to open the car door for you and make sure you were buckled before you took off.
• And of course he always had to rest one hand in his favorite spot- gripping onto one of your thighs. It was harder when you had a dress on, but he’d never let that stop him. He needed to always have a hold on you.
• Arriving at your destination, it was a quaint building you didn’t recognize. You’d never been here before, but it seemed to be a small restaurant with only a few (very nice) cars in the parking lot.
• The valet rushed to the car to speak with Minho and grab the keys.
• You smiled up at your boyfriend as he walked around to your side of the car, opening the door for you and taking your hand in his to help you stand.
• As you made your way toward the restaurant, he made sure to hold tightly to the one hand, while the other stabilized on your hip, making sure you were safe while ascending the few steps in front of you.
• “Hello, can I get your name please?” the host of the restaurant asked as you stepped inside. It was a beautiful restaurant- dark and sensual. There was very minimal lighting, but what they did have gave a beautiful warm glow. The sleek bar to the right shined bright from the sparkly crystal bottles aligning each of the shelves- luxury liquor only.
• “Lee,” he said, matter of factly, only taking a brief moment to look at the host. Tonight, his eyes were only on you.
• The host presented a big smile before stepping to the side and motioning for you to follow him. “Great, Mr. Lee. Right this way.”
• Minho let you walk just slightly in front of him, always watching your back to make sure he had a full view of you. One hand continued to rest on your hip. It was like it was glued there. He never wanted to lose contact with you.
• The host led you down one of the dimly-lit aisles and to the back of the building. Off to itself, he rounded a corner to lead to a beautiful, private, screened-in room in the back. It sat adjacent to a huge lake, which could be seen through the mesh netting of the “walls” that enclosed you. With the moon shining bright over the water and the stars on full display, it was a captivating view.
• Minho pulled your seat out for you to sit before pushing you in towards the table. You allowed yourself this moment to look around the beautiful secluded room. It was still dark like the interior of the building, with the nice, warm lighting. But there was an even more bewitching feeling to it through the beautiful scenery and soft music that was emanating from afar. It was absolutely breathtaking.
• If there was anything Minho knew how to do, it was how to wine and dine you. He made sure to start the evening with ordering a full bottle of your favorite reserve red wine. He loved the way you looked and smiled at him after a glass or two- how lovey dovey you got for him and how you began to try and charm him, getting all giggly, before the night was over with.
• He encouraged you to get whatever you wanted off the menu- even if it was the most expensive thing by far, he wanted you to have it. He was never going to let you pay anyways.
• Once you decided what you wanted, he always wanted you to tell him so that he could order for you. It wasn’t that he thought you were incapable of ordering for yourself, but he wanted you to know that you would always be taken care of when he was there. He didn’t want you to have to take your attention off of him for one second.
• Your heart always swelled as you watched him order- for some odd reason. And he never ordered just what the two of you wanted. No way. He made sure to always order at least 3 or so dishes so that you could share with each other and sample everything. He would make sure to have something on the table that his baby loved.
• Even if you were absolutely stuffed, if he noticed there was still wine in your glass, he would always order a dessert for the two of you to share. And although he wouldn’t admit it, this was also a way to extend his time out with you.
• He’d make sure to do all the gross romantic stuff with you, like feeding you a bite of the crème brulèe straight from his spoon. He definitely didn’t want to overdo it though and would NOT do it unless you two were in private.
• At the end of the evening, after your head felt light and bubbly from the wine and your stomach was full, he made sure to tip the waiter very generously. You loved that about him. That’s why the restaurant owners and workers always loved to see the two of you back.
• Taking the last sip of your whine, you leaned in with a smile, half-whispering “thank you for dinner, jagi.”
• “Thank you for being here with me, love,” he said back. Slowly, he stood from his chair, so naturally you waited in yours as he always requested, so that he could again pull your chair out before you stood.
• He made his way over as usual, but he didn’t put his hands on the chair.
• Instead, he placed one hand on the nape of your neck, bending down to plant a soft kiss to your shoulder and then to the side of you neck.
• You let out a giggle as you started to blush. “Stop itttt, you know we can’t do that here.”
• “I know, but I had to at least get a little bit out,” he smiled smugly.
• Suddenly, you saw his hands both in front of you and a cold sensation on your chest. You looked down to see a beautiful silver pendant resting just between your collar bones.
• “What’s this?” you asked, as you felt his hands secure the latch at the back of your neck.
• He walked to your side so that he could see your face and bent down, resting one knee on the ground.
• “Why don’t you look at it and tell me?”
• You picked the small-ish pendant up to examine it. On the front, in dainty cursive font read “LMH”. Lee Min Ho.
• The back had a single, small diamond implanted in it. Around it’s edges, it had a Latin phrase inscription. You read it aloud. “Aut viam inveniam aut faciam?” You tried to make the words out, looking to your boyfriend for confirmation.
• “That’s right jagi. ‘I will either find a way or make one’. For you.” He smiled up at you, as your looked at him with eyes of endearment. The love you had for this man was unbearable. You could hardly stand the emotions that he made you feel.
��� He gently reached out for your hand, planting a gentle kiss to it, before standing up and motioning for you to do the same.
• Once you were upright on your feet, he leaned in next to your ear. “It looks beautiful on you, by the way,” he whispered seductively.
• You smirked, the boldness of the wine starting to manifest out of you. “I’ll keep it on for you later. Everything else is coming off,” you winked.
• His eyes grew large for a split second before turning himself so that he body was right up against yours. He swiftly let his hands wonder to your waist, then hips, then grab lightly at your ass.
• “That sounds perfect,” he planted a small, sweet kiss to your lips. “But that necklace is never coming off of you. Promise me. Promise me you’ll wear it at all times, and I’ll always be with you.” He looked at you, his face full of sincerity and genuine lust.
• “Anything for you,” you gave in to him before leaning in for another slow kiss.
• You knew that’s exactly what he wanted. For you to give yourself fully to him. You’d play around with him later, but for now, you would give yourself up. He knew you were his.
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✨ author’s note: lowkey thinking this man put a tracker in the necklace lol. he just wants to know you’re safe and also wants to be able to know where you are at all times. but it’s up to you what you want to think 🤷♀️
✨ if you enjoyed, please consider liking, commenting, or re-blogging <3
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MASTERLIST #2
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Smut = **
What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)
Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)
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The cynical playhouse
yandere!doctor OC x GN reader x psychopatic!doctor
Summary: a mad doctor has decided to take you for his sick experiment and your very own yandere, Dr Kry, is not going to let this slide, he'll get his hands dirty to keep what's his.
Warnings: mental torture, physical torture, indication of masturbating, mad doctor, mentions of killing, death, mentions of graphic pictures and screams, nudity (not sexual), killing someone with a crowbar, yandere themes, chains, scalpel, cuts, blood, needles, drugs, gore
Word count: 3.2k
Day 0 — prologue
"I need someone that isn’t very strong minded, someone that will respond to the experiment.”
“The hospital is filled with vulnerable patients.”
“But they’re watched by so many nurses and their families are breathing down their necks. If anyone disappeared, people would notice … I need someone that no one would miss, you know?”
“There’s one actually … one that no one really knows anything about. Their family has never visited and none of the nurses have barely seen them. They could be interesting for your experiment.”
“Who?”
“Dr Kry’s little sweetheart.”
Day 1
You can hear someone whispering in the room. Lazily, you open your eyes to see who Dr Kry is hissing with. In the darkness of the room you can tell that there are two men, but you can’t tell who Dr Kry is. None of them resembles him. You know how his body looks and both of these men look too … old?
“Oh, they’re awake”, an unfamiliar voice chuckles lowly.
“Not for long.”
“What’s going on?” you mumble tiredly as you feel one of the men take your arm in his cold hand.
“Shh, just relax for me. It’ll just sting a little.”
The sharp pain from a needle causes your eyes to pry open and your heart to stop. Your eyes dart down to where the pain originates from and finds that the unfamiliar man is currently injecting you with some kind of substance.
“What are you doing?!” you gasp in pure terror.
“Shh”, the man with the needle says calmly and puts his finger over his mouth, a warning for you to quiet down. “You’ll soon go to sleep, don’t worry.”
You can start to feel how your body starts to go numb, how your eyes want to flutter shut. You fight against the substance, refusing to let your unconscious body fall in the hands of these two strange men.
“Don’t fight it”, the man with the needle says in a comforting yet taunting manner. “Just give in.”
“N-No ..”, you choke out.
Your vision starts to get more and more blurry until it all turns black.
You wake up with your head down on a table. Groggily, you sit up and look around. Quickly, you seem to sober up the second you realize that you’re not in your hospital room anymore. The room you’re in now is an empty, white room with a large mirror to your side. It takes up most of the wall. A security camera is watching you from the corner of the room. You look down at the table you were sleeping on and notice that your hands are cuffed to the white surface.
Your heart accelerates to 100km/h. It’s going to jump out of your chest at any moment.
“W-What’s going on?!” you shout and look around in despair. “Hello?!”
“Don’t panic, my dear”, the voice who told you to give in to the substance says through the speaker under the security camera. “Calm down and listen to me, okay?”
“W-Where am I?”
“You’re in my little … playhouse. We’re going to have a lot of fun here, you and I.”
You shake your head as tears start to form in your eyes. You don’t want to know what his kind of fun is. Panic starts burning in your chest.
“Please let me go”, you start to sob.
“Don’t cry. I only need you for a little while.”
“A-And then what? Will I get to go home?”
“Home? Gosh no! You’d go straight to the police and expose all the fun we had here! My funhouse is exclusive. I can’t let just anyone participate!”
“I don’t want to participate!”
“But you’re here now. I can’t let you go. I can tell you what I’m going to do with you, though. I’m going to test the human’s brain and you’re going to help me. If everything goes well, I’ll get famous!”
You wish that you could wipe your runny nose, but your hands are chained with heavy chains and you’re in no physical state to lift them.
Day 2
Nothing really happened yesterday. You were left alone in the white room. A sound was coming from the loudspeaker. The sound of flies flying around. In the beginning, you tried to find something of a rhythm in it to create somewhat of a melody, but quickly started getting annoyed at the buzz. You had shouted to turn it off and only heard a giggle in the loudspeaker in return. You don’t know how long time had passed, but you’re sure you had to sit and listen to that sound for at last four hours.
Today, however, the man has decided to step it up a notch. The door opens and he walks in with a TV on a rolling table. You refuse to look at him. The TV turns on and you’re forced to see a slideshow of the most grotesque pictures taken at crime scenes — some by the cops and some by the killers themselves. Over the pictures, a distorted melody with occasional screams can be heard. You don’t doubt that the screams are real. This one breaks you down easier than the buzzing you heard yesterday. Even if you look away, you can still hear the sound. You can’t lift up your hands to cover your ears.
“Make it stop!” you plead and feel the tears burn behind your eyelids. “Please!”
No response.
“P-Please, I-I’ll do anything”, you sob, your whole body shaking along. “I’ll do … do anything … please.”
“You were cuter than I thought”, the voice in the loudspeaker says. “So fragile. I get why Dr Kry wants you.”
“Dr Kry? I-Is he involved in this?!”
“No, he’s not. Your little doctor is actually looking for you. I heard that he destroyed a trash can in anger and looked at the security footage yesterday.”
You look up at the security camera.
“Oh, don’t bother”, the voice says. “This camera leads to my own little private collection. I want to save my playtimes so I can rewatch them once you’re dead.”
You sob again.
“Look up, Y/N”, the man says, “and turn your head to your right.”
You do. The only thing you can see is your own image. Your red eyes, the messy hair, your body in the hospital gown and your hands chained to the table. You look horrible.
“That’s right”; the man sighs out in satisfaction — almost a moan. “Looking so ... so fragile. Fuck."
You look down in the realization that this is a one way mirror. He's sitting on the other side of the glass, currently getting off on your fear. You've never felt so exposed before. You can only imagine what he'll do with the footage later on. Shame creeps up on you. Embarrassed to be treated like this, ashamed that you can't do anything to stop it. You're only a pawn in his manic game.
Dr Kry has been running around looking for you for over twenty four hours now. He hasn't rested once, hasn’t eaten once either. The only thing he’s nourished himself with is energy drinks and coffee, but that’s only to keep up his energy so he can look for you. The very thought about sitting down and eating makes him sick. How can he? You're his will to live! If he can't find you … no, he doesn't want to think about that. He is going to find you. He has to.
Yesterday when he walked into your room and found that you weren’t there, he had freaked out. First, the thought that you had snuck down to the cafeteria. Firstly, he had gotten annoyed. Like, hasn’t he made it clear to you not to leave his room without him by your side? He promised himself that he would punish you if he found you munching on a sandwich down at the cafeteria. He’s had to punish you a few times for sneaking out or talking with other patients and doctors and it hurts him so much every time. He doesn’t blame you, never does. You’re a little sweetheart, it's other peoples’ bad influence that makes you act badly. But that’s why Dr Kry is here. He’ll always make sure you never get in trouble.
He couldn’t figure out for the life of him who could have made you sneak out, but he promised himself to make sure they never talk to you again. To his disappointment, the cafeteria was empty. Somehow, he was happy that you weren’t here, it meant that you didn’t betray his trust by walking down here … but he’s disappointed because that meant that you could be anywhere in this large building. Or even outside in the harsh, cruel world. He had asked people if they’d seen you, but he got two answers — both disappointing. They’d either not seen you … or they didn’t know who you are. Dr Kry kicked a trash can on his way to the security room. On the way, he met one of the doctor assistants he never talks to. The man avoided his gaze and switched corridors the second they walked past each other. He watched the security footage … but it was all deleted. There was nothing to see. You were nowhere to be seen!
Dr Kry has been all over the town in search of you. He's been to your parents house (without them noticing), to your friends houses (you’ve only told him about them once, but he remembers so well) and all the possible places you could hide — such as coffee shops and parks. You’re nowhere to be found.
He sinks down in his seat in the car and hides his face into his hands. Where are you? He doesn’t believe that you’ve hid from him anymore. You wouldn’t last this long. If you wanted to give him a scare, you’d hide for an hour or so and then pop out to scare him … you wouldn’t do this. Someone must have taken you.
It hits him. Someone must have seen you. You can’t just have disappeared like that. He thinks harder, enough to make his brain creak. There was no footage from the security cameras from the night you disappeared from the period of two am to three am. Someone must have deleted it.
That assistant. The one he passed by yesterday. It must have been him.
Day 3
“Today, my little doll, we’ll see how your brain reacts to physical pain!”
You don’t answer. Three days have passed and you’ve already lost all hope. Not a single bite of food have you been granted and not a single drop of water. If you don’t get to drink today you’ll die. Somehow you hope that the freak behind the one sided mirror won’t give you any water. You just want to get out of here and if the only way is death … then so be it. You feel like you’re a ghost. None of this is really real, you’re not actually sitting in the chair, your hands aren’t actually chained. You’re just dreaming. You’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here.
The door opens and the man enters. You can’t look at him, he makes your stomach turn.
“Before we start, I remembered that you need to have something yummy to eat”, he says as if he was talking to a doll or a child. “I brought you mashed potatoes.”
“I don’t want it”, you mumble.
“Open up.”
He holds the spoon with mashed potatoes to your mouth. You keeps your lips together and turn your head away. The man pokes your cheek with the spoon, growing more and more impatient.
“Eat. It.”
You gather enough courage to shake your head.
“Ungrateful little bitch!” he shouts and flips the table over.
You choke back a scream and break out in sobs, squeezing your eyes shut. Your entire body is shaking with terrified sobs. He slaps you with all his might causing your head to swing to the side. Your body would follow if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re chained to the table. You sob more at the fear of this madman than the stinging pain.
“If you don’t behave, I’ll have to finish up our playtime earlier than I want to”, the man whispers and grabs your face between his cold, disgusting hands. “And I want to play with you for a bit more.”
You glare at him through your tears. He picks up a scalpel from his white lab coat and places it over your bare arm. You shake your head desperately, voice no longer working.
“It’s just a test, my little doll”, he whispers. “Everything is for human kind, okay?”
“No!” you manage to shout. “I don’t want it, stop it!”
Too late. He has let the sharp knife-like object over your arm. You let out a loud scream which echoes in the room and makes the man smile.
“So beautiful”, he purrs and lets the bloody scalpel run lazily over your lips. “My own little doll ... I’m going to fucking destroy you.”
The door bursts open and before you can register anything, the man in front of you has been tackled to the floor and beaten to a pulp. You recognize the blonde hair and break out into relieved sobs. The man stands up, blood covering his white lab coat.
“Shh, it’s okay”, he pants as he unlocks your chains. “Don’t cry, I’m here now.”
As soon as your hands are free, you wrap them around his strong neck and bury your head into his shoulder. Dr Kry hates to see the cuts on your body and he hates to feel how you tremble in his arms. He lifts you up and you hook your legs around his waist. With one muscular arm around your waist and one around your shoulders, he carries you out of this horrifying room. A few guards run past him to get the unconscious man.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, Dr Kry whispers with tears in his throat as he walks. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have left your door unlocked. I’ll never forgive myself. I’ll kill him, I promise. I’ll make sure he never hurts you again. I’ll take care of you better, never let you out of my sight.”
You cry against his shoulder as he takes you back to your room. You cling onto him even tighter. He’s your knight in shining armor, he saved you! You’ll always be in debt to him. Fantastic Dr Kry.
Dr Kry places you down on your bed and starts to look and feel around, to see if you’re really here or if he’s hallucinating. He hasn’t been sleeping for a long time.
“You need to wash yourself”, he says. “You look horrible. I can do it for you.”
You nod. Dr Kry picks you up again and walks into the bathroom. You get placed in the tub before he removes the dirty hospital gown. He’ll burn it — never want to see it again. You sit in the bathtub and hug your legs close to your naked body to hide, wishing to never exist again. Dry Kry wishes that you didn’t hide, you’re so beautiful. He shakes his head. Now’s not the time. He feels the water pouring from the showerhead with one hand as he adjusts the water with the other.
“Bend your head back for me”, he says softly. “I don’t want to pour water into your eyes.”
You bend your head back and he starts to pour the lukewarm water over your hair.
“Is it comfortable?” he asks.
You nod carefully, scared of every single action.
“How did you find me?” you whisper.
“I found the guy that helped your sick capturer. I pulled him into a storage room and forced him to tell me where you were”, Dr Kry says, hatred in his voice.
He won’t say what he threatened the assistant with, but you can only imagine.
“I came just in time”, Dr Kry says. “He was going to hurt you badly, that son of a bitch. I’ll make sure he pays for it, my- …” He cuts himself off, almost giving you a pet name. He clears his throat, embarrassed. “I’ll make him pay.”
“What were you going to say?” you ask quietly.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
You give him the sweetest doe eyes that makes him melt and he can’t do anything else but tell you.
“I was going to call you ‘my little one’”, he says with a shy smile and runs his free hand through your wet hair, the other one continuing to pour water on your scalp.
“I like that”, you whisper and look down.
Dr Kry smiles in relief. God, you’re so fucking cute.
“You are my little one”, he says softly. “My only little one.”
He melts at the sight of your small smile. He’ll never let anyone steal that smile from you again. He’ll never let anyone take you from him again.
“Doctor …”, you whisper weakly as he shampoos your hair.
“Yeah?”
“Please never leave me. He scared me so badly.”
“Never. I’ll always protect you. I’ll lock your door at night and be much, much more careful. I’ll make sure he disappears, okay?”
You nod tiredly. Dr Kry sighs and leans forward to press a promising kiss to your forehead.
After he’s bathed you, he gives you a new hospital gown and tucks you into your bed. You hug the teddy bear and sniffle. Dr Kry glances down at the bruises around your wrists and gets filled with anger once again. He’s going to kill that psychopath. How dare he touch his darling?
As soon as you fall asleep, Dr Kry leaves the room, locking the door behind him. He feels the handle to make sure that it's locked before scurrying away to the security room. He turns off the cameras and grabs a crowbar on his way. This motherfucker is going to die. Normally, Dr Kry doesn't like getting his hands dirty, but this time he's looking forward to it.
He opens the door to the jail cell. The man is sitting on the bench inside with his head in his hands. He looks up and his eyes widen.
"D-Dr Kry, listen, man-", he starts, trembling.
"Quiet", Dr Kry growls. "I don't want to hear a single word from you. I'm going to kill you."
"Y-You can't, the cameras-"
"Your little friend isn't the only one who can manipulate cameras." Dr Kry swings the crowbar around his hand. "No one will know who killed you and I don't think anyone will care either. You're mine to play with now."
The man goes white.
"I'm going to play with you like you played with my darling", Dr Kry says in a warning calmness and takes a step forward. "I'm going to give back for everything you did to them."
"I'll never touch them again, I promise!"
"You bet you won't. They're mine, do you hear that? Only mine. The fact that you thought you had the audacity to touch them is enough for me to kill you. But after what you've done … I'm going to make you suffer." Dr Kry towers over the trembling man. "I'm going to beat you so badly that you can't move, can't think, can't breathe. The dying part will be done by yourself."
"N-No please, I'm sorry!"
Dr Kry swings his crowbar. "Too late."
He closes the door behind him.
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