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lu-vin-it · 1 year

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Made It

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Summary: After years of being apart, not knowing whether the other is alive or dead, you and your husband have reunited.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Pronouns Used: None mentioned, but Y/N is called Momma

Word Count: 898

Warnings: I hate this

A/N: Ty to @stqrluvr for proofreading, ily!

“That all of ‘em?” You ask, wiping your forehead. Your sister, Candace, nods. Sighing with relief, you pull your dagger out of the last walker you had killed. You wipe it on your pants before putting it in its holster.

“That was a lot.” Candace says, sitting down against a wall. She starts rummaging through her bag before pulling a water bottle out.

“Take a minute, but then we gotta get back to the truck.” You walk into the hallway and start pacing. You hated being gone this long. The run, which was only supposed to be a few hours, turned into a two day stop when you found a small urgent care. You were itching to get back to Alexandria, to your daughter, to your home. You knew she was probably worried sick. Even though she was only eight, she knew enough about this new world to know that if a person doesn’t return when they’re supposed to, it probably means the worst.

Candace walked into the hallway a few seconds later, and the two of you left with bags full of medical supplies.

You made it home in an hour, Candace volunteered to take the findings where they belonged while you rushed to Emily’s, the woman who babysat Janis from time to time.

“Emily? Janis?” You yell as you barge into her house. You run into the living room where you see Janis and Emily sitting on the couch. Your eight year old immediately springs up and runs to you, crushing you with a hug.

“Momma!”

“Hey sugar!” You hug her back tightly. “I’m so sorry, Auntie C and I found a little doctor’s office that hadn’t been looted, so we cleared it out and got some great stuff.” She pulls out of the hug and looks at you with the saddest eyes.

“I was really scared.” You can feel your eyes welling up.

“I know, baby, I’m very sorry. I wanted to come home to you the entire time.” You rub her cheek with your thumb. “I got you something!” You take your backpack off and put your hand into the side pocket, pulling out a necklace. It was silver with a small diamond on it. “Here, so we’ll match.” You put it against your own necklace which had your engagement and wedding rings on it.

“Woah!” She awes. “Put it on me!” She eagerly spins around.

Twenty minutes later, you’re back at your house, changing your clothes as Janis tells you about her previous day at school.

“Y/N?” You hear your sister shout, followed by the front door closing.

“In my room changing!”

“Get down here!” You furrow your brows.

“Why?”

“New people.. you’re gonna want to see one of them.” You raise an eyebrow at your daughter and the two of you shrug.

“K.. one second.”

“You have Jan, right?” You adjust your shirt before walking out of your room.

“Yeah.” You walk downstairs, Janis right behind you. Candace was waiting for you with a grin. “C’mon then.”

You all walk to the gates of Alexandria where Deanna, Aaron, and Eric stood in front of a group of thirteen strangers. You gave Candace a confused look before looking each stranger up and down. Stranger, stranger, stranger, stranger, st—what. You gulp. It couldn’t be.

“Daryl?” Everyone’s eyes snap to you in sync. The man glares at you for a moment before his eyes soften and all of a sudden he’s dropping his crossbow and running towards you. “Holy shit!” You call out as you wrap your arms around your husband. Your eyes well up and soon enough, you’re laughing through sobs. Daryl is squeezing you so hard that you think you might explode, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Y/N.” He breathes out.

“Hi honey.” You cry into his shoulder. You feel something crash into your legs, you glance down and realize it’s Janis. You pull away from the hug and Daryl reaches down to pick up your daughter. She buries her head in his neck and cries while holding him tightly. You wrap your arms back around both of them. All three of you are sobbing at this point.

“Daryl? Who is that?” Rick asked inquisitively. Neither of you move away from each other.

“She’s his wife.” Candace supplies. “Don’t y’all have anything better to do than stare?” She snaps, glaring at the fellow Alexandria citizens. Most scatter off. You pull out of the hug and put your hand on Daryl’s cheek.

“I.. You’re.. You made it.” He cries. You laugh and nod.

“I made it. We made it. I knew you’d find me, never doubted it, not for a minute.” You rambled. “I missed you s—“ He cuts you off by kissing you. God if felt good. For the first time since the dead started walking, you felt at peace.

“Eww!” You pull apart and you both laugh at your daughter. It was a beautiful sight to everyone else, seeing this man reunited with his wife and daughter. “Where were you Daddy? I missed you.” Janis whispered, rubbing his beard because it felt funny just like she used to do.

“I missed you too, pumpkin. I was helping out some friends but I’m back. I’m here. I ain’t going anywhere. Okay?” She nods with a smile.

“Okay.” She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly.

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#daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon imagine #domesticated daryl dixon #daryl dixon x y/n #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead fic #the walking dead x reader

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ladykailitha · 11 months

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Just a little angst that I thought of while at work today.

Eddie realizes too late what that look on Steve’s face meant in the forest and later after Vecna is defeated. That look. You know the one. The one that is warm and fond and adoring all at once. Or as Eddie realizes as Steve gives the same look to his new girlfriend, Becca, utterly in love. A look that used to be all Eddie’s. He was the only one that Steve looked at that way. But not anymore.

She’s sweet and lovely and as much as Eddie wants to hate her he can’t, because she likes him, too. She’s everything Steve deserves and more. He can’t even be mad about it.

So Eddie starts to pull away. What else can he do? He can’t watch Steve be with her, it hurts too much.

One night at a party, probably a birthday of one of the kids, one they both have to attend, Eddie is watching Steve and Robin comes up to him to ask him if he’s okay.

He’s not. How could he ever be? He could have had Steve and lost the chance. Robin understands. She offers to cover for him if he wants to go home. And that’s when the room starts spinning. Maybe the feelings aren’t just emotional, maybe he’s coming down with something, too.

Robin offers to take him home and have Wayne drop her off at home on his way to work. She goes to make excuses with everyone and Steve tells her that Eddie needs anything to let him know.

Steve wants to be the one to take him, the protector that he is. But he knows. He has no right. No claim on Eddie. So he lets Robin take Eddie home.

Two days later, Eddie is still sick. Doctors say it’s the flu. He’s miserable and alone and he can’t tell what hurts more, his head or his heart. Wayne has gone to work and Eddie can’t even move at this point. And then he feels a cool hand on his head. It’s safe and it’s comforting. He opens his eyes and sees Steve knelling there, brushing his hair back in soothing motions.

“Where’s...” Eddie frowns. “Fuck, I can barely remember my own name at the moment...girlfriend person...”

Steve chuckles. “Visiting her grandmother in Florida.”

Eddie frowns. “But you’ve only been dating a couple months...why big trip?”

Steve is still smoothing Eddie’s hair. “Goes every year at this time. It’s not a big deal.”

“Could have gone with her?” Eddie asks. His head is starting to feel better with every stroke of Steve’s hand.

“Too early for that, I think,” Steve mutters. “What do you need, sunshine? Let me take care of you.”

Eddie knows he shouldn’t, but he’s sick and he’s tired and needs comfort, so he let’s him. Let’s it slip how he feels about Steve, too. But he doesn’t remember that.

“Missed you,” he mutters before Steve leaves for the night.

“Missed you too, Eds.”

A week later and Eddie’s feeling better. He wakes up to a knock on the trailer door. When he answers it, there is Steve. Beautiful, wonderful, amazing Steve.

Steve tells him that Becca broke up with him. And Eddie is shocked. He’s even more shocked when Steve is surprisingly chill about it.

“What happened?” Eddie asks once they’re seated on the sofa.

“Apparently her best friend that she grew up with in Florida told her that he loved her and that he always had.”

“So you got dumped because she was in love with this best friend person?” Eddie asks incredulously.

Steve laughs. “It’s okay because I told her I was in love with my best friend, too.”

“Uh...” Eddie says, “Robin’s gay, dude.”

Steve laughs harder. “No! She’s my Platonic soulmate. You’re my best friend, Eds.”

Eddie blinks. “Oh.”

“Oh,” he says again as the realization dawns. And then breaths a sigh of relief when Steve finally kisses him.

“You absolute menace,” Steve says fondly.

Eddie blushes. “Yeah, but I’m your menace.”

“Yes, you are,” Steve says. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 15 days

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Don't Speak 44

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: took a while.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me

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Ann covers your mouth with hers, her tongue delving inside as you garble. You lay, still as marble as her hand slides down your pelvis. She curls her fingers and rolls along your clit, playing with you as you squeak.

She rocks her hand as your body reacts. You don't want it too. You want it to stop. Her, too.

She grabs the back of your head, her other hand firmly between your legs as she forces it further between your thighs. She pokes a finger inside you as you whimper and flatten yourself against the mattress. He lifts herself, staying attached to you as she straddles you below.

She leans on her hand, tilting as if it's connected to her pelvis, fucking you as she pushes in a second finger. You squeeze your eyes shut, struggling to breathe as she traps you.

"Mmm," she drags her lips down her cheek and you feel the gloss smear on your skin, "you delicious, aren't you??" She purrs, "he's going to like you so much."

She rams her fingers as deep as she can, crushing her hand against you violently. You whimper but don't stop her. You're terrified and confused. What is she doing? What does she mean?

“Relax, honey, I'm just getting you ready for him,” she growls and nuzzles you, “you're so tight. He’s really going to enjoy that.”

You squirm as a whine escapes you. You hide beneath your eyelids as she continues her intrusion. Her nose touches yours, lips brushing as her breath cascades hotly across your cheeks. She closes the distance and crushes her mouth to yours, her tongue delving inside without welcome.

Your head pulses and spins, your body sets alight as you wriggle, helpless to her affections. Your heart lurches as a vision flashes in your mind. It’s not Ann, it’s Andy atop of you, touching you, forcing you, smothering you.

You turn your face away and gasp. Your eyes roll open, glossy with tears as you push on Ann’s shoulders. You’re too weak to make a difference as she nips and kisses at your neck instead. She keeps you splayed her legs against yours as she tilts her hand, fucking you to the knuckle as she puffs in tandem.

“Mm,” she purrs, “be a good girl... yeah, are you getting wet for him? For my husband?”

“Please,” you whisper.

“Don’t be ashamed. A pathetic thing like you has simple desires, don’t you?” She taunts, “he’s your doctor, sweetheart, and you’re panting like a dog to have him.”

“Please... stop,” you beg as you grasp her upper arm, “I don’t...”

“I can see it,” she snarls and bits along your jawline, “baby, I’m not mad at it. He needs a new toy.” She shoves her fingers as deep as they’ll go, “he might play with you but he comes home to me.”

You sniffle and slap your hand down on the bed. You can’t fight her. You deserve this. She’s right. You’re a bad person. You like Dr. Kemp more than you should. You’re a patient and she’s his wife.

“Mmm,” she drags herself down your body, keeping her hand buried between your legs, “let me help you...”

She kneels between your legs and tears down your pants. Your body bounces on the bed as you lay paralysed to her whims. She untangles your pants from your legs and hurls away the fabric. She bends to breathe into the tuft of hair along your pelvis.

She nuzzles and pokes her tongue between your folds. You clench your teeth and stare at the wall. You hold air in your chest as she keeps her fingers sliding in and out, teasing your bud as she hums. Your feet arch even as you fight to stay number to her touch.

Just like with Andy, you want it to end. You need it to be over. You wiggle your nose as you try to keep the tears from falling. How could you ever believe you were saved? More foolishly, how could you think Steve could ever like you like that?

Your eyes glaze over as the plucking of her tongue twangs in your core. No, no, no, you don’t want to feel. You pant and puff, trying to hold back the effect of her violation. You dig your nails into the blanket and squeak as your insides coil and release. You spasm and whimper through the uninvited orgasm and bite your lip until you taste blood.

She keeps touching you, invading you as she shoves her fingers into your cunt. She pushes to her knuckles and slides back out, slow as she pulls her mouth off of you. She purrs as she dips in and out, long strokes that have you squirming. It hurts, more than physically.

You turn your head straight and cry out as you notice a shadow behind her. You couldn’t hear Steve past your own deafening breaths. So caught up in the whirlwind of your horror that your heartbeat tamped out all around you.

Ann tilts her head up as he stands behind her. His thick hands rest on her shoulders, kneading them as he bends to kiss her lips. She murmurs something you can’t make out and drags her fingers down your thigh, leaving a wet streak down your flesh.

She shifts back on her heels and stands, turning to her husband as you sniffle. You can’t hold back anymore. You’re mortified. You push your legs together as he caresses her cheek and whispers to her. He turns to you, his blue eyes drifting over your body.

You sit up as he presses a knee to the mattress. You bend your legs and fold them against your chest. He comes towards you and tickles up your calves.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” he coos, “you can trust me.”

“Please,” you croak, “you... you’re married.”

“Sweetie, it’s... open. An arrangement. It’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong,” he trails his hand up your calf, “just relax.”

“Steve, I...” you pout.

He pauses and sits back on his heels, his forehead lines and his face falls, “I thought... I thought you liked me.”

“I do but I didn’t know...” you look at Ann as she watches you with a smirk, biting her index fingers coyly.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something, I know, but I... I like you too,” he breathes, “and she knew about you. All this time. Wasn't she nice to you?” He turns his head, “Ann...”

“She came,” she pokes her finger into her mouth and sucks on it, popping it out, “she’s sweet. Why don’t you have a taste?”

You blanch and peer between them. Your heart is fluttering wildly. You’re dizzy but you can’t decipher the swirling inside of you. You don’t know if you want this. You don’t what you want.

You bat your eyes at Steve and your heart flips. No, you know you want Steve. That day you touched yourself and he flashed into your mind you were sure. For the first time in your life, you really wanted something.

“Sweetheart,” leans forward, his hands on the mattress, “can I kiss you?”

Your lip quivers. He says it’s okay. She’s not mad. So it must be...

Can you really say no? It’s their house. They welcomed you in and if you leave... what do you do? Go back to Andy?

You nod, “okay.”

She smile and moves towards you slowly. He leans over your knees and cradles your face. Your nerves go haywire, fiery as they ping off of each other. You dreamt of this. His hands on you, gentle and patient, him bending his head, his lips inches from yours. Your mouths meet and sparks fly.

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to forget the other body in the room. He hums and you put your hand on his arm, bracing him as you push your lips against his. His tongue pokes around and you open your mouth. It’s much nicer than kissing Andy.

He moves closer, keeping his mouth on yours. His hand crawls up your leg and he urges your knees apart. You unlock them and he moves between them. He lays you down slowly, delving deep into your mouth, devouring you. You’re breathless and windswept by his intensity.

His lips slip down your cheek and his hand creeps down your body. He tugs at your sweater, rolling it up your torso. He pushes it up and up and up. You raise your arms and he parts as he pulls it above your head. He sweeps it off your arms and throws it away.

He falls on you again as you squeak. He crushes you beneath him as he kisses you fervently, hungrily. You feel his need against you.

“Mm, honey, you’re such a tease,” Ann taunts and your lashes flick.

He draws back, “relax, sweetheart,” he pets your cheek and once more smothers your lips.

He growls into your mouth, rolling his hips against you, pushing his rigid excitement against your naked pelvis. You whine and squeeze his shoulder, your other hand clasping around the front of his shirt. The friction fills you with torturous heat.

He parts again, kissing the tip of your nose, then your forehead, your cheeks, your jawline. He slides down your body leaving a speckling of kisses along your flesh. He feels the thin fabric of your bra and nips at each tit, burying his face between them.

“You always play with your food,” Ann’s shadow shifts and she sits in the chair in the corner.

You can’t see much past Steve’s shoulders as he bends over you, dragging himself back. He lowers himself to his stomach and hooks his hands around your thighs. His hot breath scours over your cunt and you gasp. You push yourself up on your elbows and watch him nuzzle the patch of coarse curls.

He flicks is tongue between your folds quickly and you twitch. He does it again and you react just the same. He purrs and delves his tongue down along your lips and swipes it up slowly. His eyes stick to yours as you watch dumbly.

He centres on your clit and seals his lips around it, sucking as you cry out at the sparkling pressure. Your arms collapse and fall flat on your back. You arch as he hums and pushes your legs against the sides of his head. He rocks his head, growling as he laps you up, moving you with him.

Your fingers curls and you drag them up and down your stomach, leaving hot lines as you writhe and moan. You reach down and feel his thick waves, clutching them as you push your pelvis into him. He is so warm, so delicate, so delightful. He’s nicer than you could ever dream.

Shallow puffs scrape from your throat and your chest rises and falls. Your voice escapes in little mewls and moans, piquing as you tug on his hair and quake. You cum, feeling how you slicken in his mouth, how his tongue spread around your pleasure. That sensation tingles through you from head to toe.

Your eyes snap up as suddenly a hand frames your chin. Ann sits on the bed sideways, she’s naked. She bends over you, kissing you. You babble, weakly nudging her with your hand. Steve’s tongue swirls and has you too spastic to resist. She pulls backs, circling the tip of her nose around yours, and she sighs.

“Steve, I want to see you in her,” she turns to face him, reaching to toy with your tits.

He lifts himself, his face flushed, his lips and nose glistening. His eyes are alight. Your head lolls back and forth.

Ann pulls down the cups of your bra, tweaking so you cry out. She gropes and grabs, twirling her thumb around your budding nipples. You bring your hands to your sides and clasp the blankets.

Steve strips off his sweater, his hair messy as he drops it over the end of the bed. He stands to push down his jeans as his erection bulges inside his briefs. You gurgle as Ann continues to play with you, tickling up and down your stomach before once more fondling your chest.

Steve rolls down his briefs and springs free. You gape at his size and tense. Ann leans down to press her cheek to yours, “relax, baby, he’s going to take good care of you.”

She turns her head and kisses your cheek before she sits up again. Her hand dances around your torso as she purrs and watches her husband kneel between your knees. His thighs press to your and he prods along your folds. He rubs his tip against you, wetting himself, up and down, smearing your juices around.

“Hurry up,” Ann demands.

He exhales, his muscled chest straining as you bit your lip. He pushes against your entrance and slides into you. He inches in, little by little, and Ann leans forward. She stares between your legs as he sinks to his limit and yours. Your body racks and you reach down as you whimper.

“Fuck...” Steve groans, his voice raspy like a snarling beast.

“Is she tight, baby?” Ann asks, “hmm, is she?”

“Yeah,” he pulls back and rolls back in. You moan and grip your own hips as your toes curl. “She’s squeezing me so good.”

“Keep fucking her,” Ann sneers, “fuck her good.”

Ann bounces around the bed, hovering next to her husband, pressing against him as she reaches to squeeze his ass. She kisses his shoulder as he groans and rocks his hips smoothly into you. Your eyes roll back as your walls quiver.

“You better fill her up,” Ann snarls, “I want her leaking with you, baby.”

He ruts into you hard, jolting you as your legs splay around him limply. He squeezes your thighs, holding you in place as he speeds up thrust by thrust. You look down hazily. He snaps his hips as Ann brings her hand over one of his. She hums and leans her head against him.

“Are you going to cum?” She taunts, “huh, baby, are you gonna gush inside of her? You going to make a mess...”

“Stop--” he hisses.

“Come on, she’s almost there,” she reaches to put her thumb on your clit, rolling it around until you’re whining. “Baby girl, go on and cum on his dick.” She presses harder as you tense, “do it.”

You push your head back and your chest up. You orgasm as Steve keeps his rhythm. You clench around him, clinging to him as he groans and grunts. He slams into you, over and over, his voice drone out of him through gaspy breaths.

“That’s it, you fill her up nice and good,” Ann flicks your oversensitive clit, “oh, bad boy, cumming in your own patient. What a bad doctor.”

He slows and your body goes slack. As he stops, still half inside of you, you feel his cum trickling down from your cunt. You blink and peek down at him as he hangs his head. Ann rubs his arm and he shrugs her off. He slides out and backs off the bed.

“Why the fuck would you say that?” He growls under his breath as he snatch his pants off the floor.

He pulls them on, leaving them undone as he holds them up and stalks to the door. She giggles and watches him go. She sighs and looks at you as the door snaps shut.

“He can be so sensitive,” she wiggles her fingers between your folds and you tremble, “just like you, huh?”

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simplyavatrice · 2 months

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“Hello, my name is Beatrice Silva and I’m calling in regards to my wife’s disability insurance plan?”

Beatrice can't stand still when she speaks on the telephone, it’s an old, anxious habit she picked up from a young age. When she ran away from home, everything she did was on her own - even when she moved to the ranch, Suzanne made Beatrice set up all of her own appointments.

At the time, Beatrice thought it was incredibly unfair to ask a seventeen year old to take on so much responsibility in a new life like that. She realizes now that what Suzanne was actually doing was preparing her for adulthood because she was going to treat her like an adult.

In hindsight, it was exactly what Beatrice needed and now she’s the one in her marriage that handles the phone calls.

Because for as much as Ava is outgoing and chatty and so easy to win everyone over, she is utter shite at speaking professionally on the telephone.

So instead, as Beatrice waits for her call to be processed, Ava is at her computer getting all of her personal information typed out on her laptop for Beatrice to read off as she sets this up.

“Hi, sorry for the wait Mrs. Silva. What can we do for you?”

Beatrice lowers her phone a bit and gets Ava’s attention. “You ready?” Ava nods, her own hat on her head as she spins the laptop around for Beatrice to see. She’s typed everything out on the notepad in a big, bold font. “Yes hi, so my wife’s wheelchair is starting to show a lot of wear and tear - also she’s had it for almost five years now. We live on a ranch and she does a lot of work around the ranch which means the chair has seen a lot of miles. We were wondering what steps we would need to take for her to get a new one?”

“Of course, we can get you started on that path. Do you have her information handy?”

“I do,” Beatrice sets her hat down and pulls the monitor open more.

For the next hour, she sits on the phone with the representative, is transferred twice, then somehow ends back with the first rep and is told by the end of it that the process cannot be completed until Ava has seen a doctor and gotten a prescription for a chair.

“A prescription?” Ava asks later that night as she and Beatrice are settled on the couch.

“That’s what she said.”

Ava scoffs, dipping her warm pretzel into the cheese a little harsher than necessary. “It just doesn’t make any sense. Do they want me to go see my PCP and fall on my face trying to walk to prove that I need it?”

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a golden hour two-shot follow up!

#avatrice #warrior nun #avatrice fanfiction #warrior nun fanfiction #been having a lot of fun stepping back into these au's

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lykaonimagines · 2 years

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Just As Important - Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Reader

Paring: Surgeon!Stephen Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,550

Description: Stephen and Y/N have been dating in secret for awhile, but when one of the nurses seems to deliberately be making her life harder, he has to step in.

Request: “Surgeon!Stephen being in love with a SRNA(CNA).”

Requested by: Anon

Other Things: Established relationship. Mild Hurt/Comfort. Fluff.

Warnings: I don’t work in the medical field/haven’t ever worked at a hospital, so I just had to guess on some things 😬 Some swearing. Bullying by coworkers.

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The sound of a loud crash from behind her sends Y/N spinning around to see her cart full of supplies tipped over and scattered across the ground, one of the nurses and her personal pain in the ass standing over it.

“Well well, what do we have here?” Joy chides with a smirk, looking at the mess then scribbling something down on the clipboard in her hands. “Not working very cleanly are you? Also left a tripping hazard right here. That’s not going to look good in the reports.”

“But I-” Y/N opens her mouth to argue but snaps it shut as Joy brings her pen back to the page.

“Are you looking for backtalk to a superior to be on this report too Y/N?”

“No,” she says quietly, glancing down at the mess at her feet.

“Good, then get fucking cleaning,” she snaps at her before heading off in the opposite direction.

Y/N sighs heavily and drops to her knees when a pair of familiar shoes comes into her field of vision.

Following his legs up, she gives her boyfriend Stephen a soft smile as he glares in the direction Joy went, “Does she always speak to you like that?”

“Stephen I swear it’s fine,” Y/N says as she starts gathering the supplies off the ground.

“It’s not fine,” he insists, crossing his arms. “She shouldn’t be speaking to you that way. And dumping your supplies on the floor and false reports? No Y/N.”

“Please just let it go,” she sighs and stares up at him with pleading eyes. “I don’t want it to become a whole thing…”

Stephen closes his eyes for a moment with his own sigh and nods before dropping down to his knees to help her clean up, “I’ll let it go this time, but if this continues or gets worse… tell me ok?”

“And let the lead neurosurgeon step in to defend a CNA against an asshole nurse?” she scoffs and flips the cart she had back up right.

He shakes his head and reaches out his hand to cup her jaw and run his thumb across her cheek, “You don’t deserve to be treated that way. Don’t let your position make you think you have to put up with this. If you need me to step in I will, or if you want to go to HR I will back you up, I’ve seen it.”

“I don’t deserve you,” she mutters, turning her head to rest in his palm and look up into his eyes.

“Yes you do,” he states firmly, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. “And you know I’ll remind you of that as many times in as many ways as you need.”

“Paging Doctor Strange to Surgical Ops,” a voice on the speaker interrupts them, followed by a loud buzzing on Stephen’s hip.

Making an annoyed noise, he leans into her briefly to press another kiss to her lips, “We’ll table this for now, but remember what I said alright?”

Climbing to his feet, he offers his hands to her to pull her up to him. “Go be a hero and save a life Doctor Strange,” she smiles and squeezes his hands.

“And you go make sure my patients make it through their recovery like you do?”

“Paging Doctor Strange to Surgical Ops.”

“Sounds urgent, you better go,” she muses as she loads her cart back up and gives him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“See you tonight then, at mine?” He asks hopefully.

“I’m all yours tonight,” she confirms and swings her cart around him to head toward her next patient. “Now you get to work.”

“This is wrapped horribly,” Joy states as she looks down at the wrapped wound in disgust. “Did you learn anything in your training?”

“Apologies, but you wrapped that patient last night because you thought I wouldn’t do it properly,” Y/N remarks, pulling a snort from the patient in question and earning a glare from Joy.

“It’s not professional to lie Y/N, take responsibility for your mistakes,” she seethes.

Running the comb through the patient’s wet hair, she bites the inside of her cheek and focuses on her task.

“She’s telling the truth, you wrapped it last night,” the patient finally breaks the silence after a moment. Joy’s pursed lips saying more than either of them have to say.

“After you’ve finished here Y/N, I’d like to speak with you at the nurses station,” she states sharply and walks out of the room.

“Did she seriously not even change it?” Y/N mutters under her breath, forcing a smile as the patient chuckles. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

“Bit of a high strung one isn’t she?” he asks as she moves toward the gauze on his arm.

“She’s an absolute delight to work with every day,” Y/N states through gritted teeth and sets to work on cleaning the wound.

Once she finished up with her patient, Y/N sets off toward the nurses station with a feeling of growing dread in her gut.

“There she is, the one involving a patient in our internal disputes,” Joy says with crossed arms. “That was completely and totally unprofessional Y/N.”

“I didn’t involve him, you falsely accused me of something and he corrected you. If you’re going to degrade me in front of a patient, you’re the one involving them in the conversation if they choose to join in.”

“If you could just do one thing right maybe this wouldn’t be an issue time and time again!”

Before Y/N can respond, she catches the sight of a head of dark hair with grey streaks slipping around the corner and she bites her tongue, gaze dropping to the floor.

“Is everything alright over here?” Stephen asks as he steps up to the nurses station, firmly planting himself beside Y/N. “I heard yelling.”

“Doctor Strange!” Joy greets him with an overly enthusiastic tone. “No nothing I can’t handle, just some trouble with one of our CNAs.”

“Oh?” He asks, and Y/N can feel his gaze on her.

“Seriously nothing you need to concern yourself with,” she smiles and slides in closer to him. “How is your day going?”

“No no, enlighten me, I’d like to know. Most of my patients are on this floor,” he states simply.

“Badly wrapping a wound, involving a patient in a dispute between us. And that’s just today,” she explains and clicks her tongue. “This one is a walking disaster.”

“We both told you that you wrapped the wound last,” Y/N insists once again, staring past Joy at the wall behind her as she clenches her fists.

“And now you’re going to bring our lead neurosurgeon into this? Like he doesn’t have better things to do than listen to you lie and bitch?” Joy snaps. “Get out of here and go… clean something or do something else useful. Heaven knows we could use some of that from you.”

Looking back to the ground to avoid Stephen’s gaze, Y/N heads off immediately toward her next task trying to blink away the tears threatening to break through.

As if it wasn’t bad enough she had to put up with the bullshit. Now Stephen’s seeming to become a regular witness of it all too.

Stepping into the nearby storage closet she takes a moment to catch her breath as her thoughts race and she stares at the stack of gauze in front of her.

She still wasn’t even sure how she managed to get Stephen’s attention in the first place. The man was a medical prodigy, and by far the heartthrob of the hospital. Young, brilliant, successful, attractive. It felt like he had everything going on.

Yet he had noticed her, and stopped her one day to pull her aside and insist she give him a chance to take her on a date. And the rest just sort of flowed from there.

She’d been the one to ask that they not tell their coworkers. The higher up places that needed to know knew, but those they interacted with she’d wanted to keep in the dark. She’d told him so things stayed professional. But the dark parts of her mind were worried if everyone knew, it would negatively impact him.

Especially with how Joy and her pack of jerks seemed to constantly be on her ass. The idea that could reflect badly on Stephen’s performance when he’d worked so damn hard and did all the right things to get there… she’d just rather they not know. Even if it meant enduring the inevitable flirting thrown his way.

But she also had hoped to hide that side of work from him. It was humiliating. And a part of her worried maybe the more he saw and heard it, the more he’d agree with them. That one day he’d see the same things they saw, and not waste his time with her anymore.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped back out of the supply closet, glancing around and sighing in relief to not see a certain nurse or neurosurgeon anywhere around.

Dropping her lunch box on the table in front of her, Y/N slips in her seat and glances up when she feels someone staring at her.

Stephen with his own lunch sits at the table across from her. Sending her a wink he indicates with his head toward the outside door.

Giving him a hesitant smile, she gets back to her feet to head toward him, stopping as a shrill voice interrupts her mid-step.

“I didn’t know you had your lunch now Doctor Strange!” Joy smiles and slides up to him, a hand on his arm.

“Oh, I was about to-” he tries to say before she grabs his bicep and pulls him back into his seat and sits beside him.

“I thought we could have lunch together,” she says sweetly, her fingers moving over the fabric on his arm. “Have you been working out more?”

Standing frozen in place with a bitter taste growing in the back of her throat, Y/N shifts from foot to foot unsure of where to go.

Glancing up from Stephen, Joy fixes her with a forced smile, “You weren’t going to sit here were you dear? Maybe you should go find someone closer to your pay range to sit with.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough,” Stephen huffs angrily, pulling his arm away from her.

“Pardon?”

“I’ve had enough of all the bullshit quite honestly,” he snaps and stands up.

“Stephen it’s alright…” Y/N tries to say but his sharp glare quiets her.

“I’m done with your elitist attitude like you think you’re some hotshot here and better than her because you have a higher position,” he states looking down at Joy who looks at him in shock.

“Excuse me? I think someone’s been lying to you. She,” she indicates at Y/N. “Is useless. I’m constantly going behind her to fix things. She never does anything right.”

“I’ve gone to check on patients immediately after she left and everything has been done properly.”

“A broken clock is right twice a day. But why are you even concerning yourself with the the daily tasks of a CNA Doctor?” She argues unhappily.

“Because I’m pissed off at the fact you think you have the right to harass my girlfriend on the grounds you think you’re better! It’s been going on far too damn long, and frankly it’s ridiculous.” He shouts, several other employees turning to look at the scene.

“I- girlfriend?” Joy asks looking between the two, eyes widening.

Stalking around the table, Stephen wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and grabs his lunch from the table. Pressing a kiss to her temple he glares at Joy, “So cut the shit or you will be hearing from HR very soon, I’ve seen plenty with my own eyes to make a scathing report. And if you want to play the outranking game, we very much will.”

Joy goes pale at the threat, stammering out an apology before rushing from the cafeteria.

“What… what even just happened?” Y/N whispers as she glances around the room at all the eyes on them.

“Me defending my girlfriend,” he states simply and leads her toward the doors to the courtyard. “I’m sick of her shit, it’s not happening anymore.”

“I- I’m not even sure what to say,” she mutters but leans in closer to him as they walk.

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m doing my job,” he chuckles and places his lunch on one of the outdoor tables and takes a seat. “But seeing as the secret is out anyways…”

Stephen pats his lap and looks up at her hopefully.

Shaking her head with a grin, she laughs loudly and sets her own lunch down before taking a seat on his lap. His arm quickly slips around her waist and his chin rests on her shoulder.

“I’m going to want this from now on I hope you know,” he says as she feeds him a carrot stick.

“To be hand-fed?”

“To recharge,” he mumbles and buries his face against her neck for a moment. “Just holding you for a few minutes gives me more energy than you can imagine.”

“You know you just have to find me, I’m always willing to give you a hug babe.”

“And now that we don’t have to hide anything, I’m going to take advantage of that fact more. Stop by for a hug from you, glare at Joy to remind her she’s on thin fucking ice, then get back to work.”

Picking at her own lunch, she leans back into his chest, “Thank you Stephen.”

“Anything for you,” his free hand drifts up her arm and he presses a kiss to her cheek. “No one, and I mean no one, talks to you that way. You don’t deserve that, no one does. Your job is just as important and valid as anyone else in this building.”

“Perhaps not as important as yours,” she teases and steals a bite of his sandwich before holding it up to his mouth.

“Someone has to take care of the patients after I’m done with them, I might save their lives but if they’re not getting quality care afterwards they’re not going to make it,” he says seriously and takes a bite. “Don’t let some asshole convince you otherwise.”

Slightly turning in his grip, she looks up into his determined eyes that go soft as they glance down at her, “You somehow always know the right thing to say with this kind of thing.”

“A gift,” he chuckles and winks at her.

“You’ve also got food on your face,” she comments and swipes her thumb across his lip to wipe it away.

Before she can pull her hand away, he reaches up to grip her wrist and sucks it off her thumb. “Minimizing food waste,” he teases and leans in closer to her.

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it?”

“Mhm, and I think you might have some on you too. Just let me take care of that for you…” he whispers against her lips and captures them with his own.

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hello can you write a one-shot, where klaus and y/n are a couple (there is no hayley and hope) and she has some kind of cancer and klaus always accompanies her in her treatments and gets her the best doctors (because he loves her duh) But there comes a point where his health deteriorates and he needs an organ transplant, but there is no one compatible and if he does not receive his transplant he will die and since Klaus cannot lose her, he causes the brain death of several people so that they can donate their Organs to his girl maybe elijah is outraged and confronts him about the deaths he has created and klaus just says "because i love her". Sorry if this is too distressing.☺️

It’s okay.

(Third person)

Klaus never once left her side.

The start of their relationship was a little rocky, always is with the Mikaelsons but y/n was kind and accepting. She searched for the good in Klaus, in all of the Mikaelsons. He couldn’t help but fall for her.

That’s why it was such a panic when she began sleeping for so long, when he had to coax her out from the bed or find her passed out in her chair. The concern seeped in as she began coughing continuously. It was when he held her hand rubbing her back and she coughed blood onto the floor did he decide enough was enough.

He had witches coming in to see her, he was certain someone had hexed her, it was supernatural and he was furious when the witches could never tell him what was wrong but he could see their pitiful looks as they looked at his girl.

Finally Freya told him that he should take her to the doctors and he didn’t hesitate. He sped all the way there, carrying her as he jogged to the receptionist and compelled them to see her immediately.

The doctor did many blood tests and took her for scans but explained it would take at least a few hours to get everything back. He stayed with her, making sure she was warm enough and as comfortable as you can be in a hospital bed.

“Klaus…do you think it’s bad?” She asked in a croaky voice and he gently squeezed her hand

“You’re going to be just fine, it’s a chest infection is all” he told her but oh how he was wrong.

Klaus’ heart dropped seeing the pure fear and devastation on y/n’s face, he held her hand tighter trying to bring her back from her spinning mind

“My love, it’s okay, you’re going to have the best treatment and everything will be back to normal, I promise you sweetheart” but she wouldn’t look at him. Her face remained blank as she looked over her scans, the doctor and nurse spoke to them both about possible trials and treatment options, Klaus took multiple leaflets and looked them over fully. He compelled the doctors, surgeons everyone in the hospital for which was the best option.

He was now expecting the call for her to begin her treatment.

All of the Mikaelsons tried their best not to ask questions or make her feel worse.

But it was difficult when she lost so much weight it was almost frightening, her body growing weak and exhausted. Elijah watched as Niklaus carried sweet y/n to the bathroom, his younger brother had tears on his cheeks as he whispered kind words into her hair.

Even the Mikaelsons’ enemies noticed that Klaus wasn’t active in the supernatural world. The one time someone dared to attack, it caused y/n’s breathing to shorted even more than it was and she ended up in hospital, Kol and Rebekah made a display of a warning that the Mikaelsons were not to be messed with for the time being.

Klaus had professional doctors and nurses in the compound all the time. They all had their own rooms and were ready to be on their feet the second he called.

Since starting chemotherapy he didn’t want her to have to be in hospital all the time and so he had everything she could need at home.

“You don’t have to take care of me Klaus, I’ll be fine in a hospital” she would murmur to him but he just shook his head

“I love you to the ends of the universe, i will never leave you, never” he whispered

“I’m never going to be a vampire, even if i make it through this, the vampire blood might make it worse” she choked and he held her tighter

“When sweetheart, when you make it through this. And you do not need to be a vampire for me to love you, i fell in love with you as a human, i still love you as a human and i will continue to love you even when you are old and grey”

“I’m going to die” she uttered holding back a sob

“Not yet, not for a long time yet” he convinced but he could practically hear her heart breaking as she shook her head in defeat.

He repeated the words ‘i love you’ until they both fell asleep, he could sense her hope slipping and it was terrifying. He couldn’t bare the thought of her letting go.

Klaus watched the tears stream down her face as he tried his best to gently brush her thinning hair, clumps coming out with the brush causing her to cry a little louder

Sometimes Rebekah would help but they found it only made her feel worse when they failed at a hairstyle.

Eventually she lost all of it and refused to look at herself. Klaus was sure to try make her feel better. His arms held her small fragile frame as he kissed every millimetre of her head

“You’re so beautiful” “you don’t understand how perfect you are” “you are my heart and soul” “you’re so gorgeous sweetheart”

Sometimes he would have her stand on his feet, a hand on her waist and other around her shoulders holding her against him as her arms circled his torso and he swayed them to the music.

Klaus wasn’t ready for such news. He wasn’t sure how he could possibly tell her that the chemo hadn’t worked the way they hoped. That the risk of the cancer spreading was heightened and they weren’t sure if they could help. He had compelled the doctors to tell him the news first and he was beginning to regret it.

Slowly he took her hands into his shaky ones but just as he opened his mouth to speak she just nodded

“It’s okay” she whispered in a cracked voice

“Love-“

“No it’s okay. It’s okay.” She repeated squeezing his hand and tugging him closer

“It’s okay” he replied with a sniff

Klaus was always trying to find more ways to help.

One day it had been particularly bad, her body wasn’t working right and she’d been barely conscious for nearly a week in a hospital bed. At one point he almost wanted her to pass so that she didn’t have to feel pain.

He kissed the back her hand as he pulled the blankets up around her

“You know that it’s okay. It’s okay to let go if it hurts sweetheart. Just- just know that i will always love you. Please remember that-“ he choked

“You don’t have to suffer anymore, you’re going to be okay” he sobbed. Rebekah stood at the door holding in her own cries while watching the scene unfold.

Thankfully she did not let go that day. She woke up to find Klaus holding her hand between both of his while on his knees facing her, his head resting in his arms while he whispered prayers for her life.

She brought her other hand to run it through his soft hair, his body stuck in place as he feared he had imagined it before slowly, cautiously looking up to her. He held her so tight he feared he may break her.

She no longer left the hospital, the makeshift one at home wasn’t reliable enough and Klaus didn’t want to be the reason she had complications.

And he was glad that he was there when the doctors announced there was a possibility that an organ transplant would help her. A few surgeries, some more chemo and she could get better. It would take time, patience and well a doner but it would be worth it.

But the system was taking too long and her health was getting worse and worse, Klaus no longer slept because what if he missed the moment she left him? What if he wasn’t holding her hand?

He didn’t feed unless y/n begged him to and he barely spoke unless it was to her or a doctor. And even then she mainly slept but he didn’t mind, he liked to think of it as her trying to regain her strength.

Klaus was growing impatient and frustrated and worried.

He couldn’t handle the wait. He had to get her what she needed now.

And so there he was slowly suffocating someone nice and healthy so that their organs would be up for donation. But this person wasn’t on the list. And he was furious.

So he did it again. But this person had the wrong blood type.

Then the next person had turned out to have their own disease that nobody had figured out before until their death.

He was killing people off lest right and centre. He felt as though he was going crazy. Was the world just that against him?

“Please stop making her suffer, just- just make it work. Come on, just work” he whispered as he let the women infront of him struggle against his hold. Once he got the doctors to take the tests he was forever indebted to whatever power granted him the wish. Finally the right person.

And when he told her and he got to see her hopeful smile, he knew that this was forever worth it.

He held her hand as she went under for the surgery and stayed in the waiting room the entire time

“You know that i love you right?” She asked as she was getting ready for the transplant

“Of course i do, of course darling, of course. I love you too, so much” he smiled at her

“I haven’t said it much recently and-“

“It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay, i know, i always know, i just hope that you know too”

She nodded in response and they just basked in each others love.

Elijah approached his brother with a stoic expression. They stood watching y/n with tubes connected to her body. She was still knock out asleep from the surgery and on a range of drugs.

“She would not agree with your methods” Elijah muttered distastefully at his brother

“She’s alive, it’s all that matters” he responded. Uncaring for his brother’s judgment, still in utter bliss that she was finally he getting healthier.

“You murdered people-“

“To save her” he ended but Elijah was still mad

“You have taken innocent lives! Niklaus we were passed this!”

“Elijah…i love her, i would not care if i had to kill every thing on this planet, i wouldn’t care if i had to trade in my own life. For her, i would do anything. I will not feel bad for giving her more time”

“She will not be here forever” he reminded

“When she dies, so will i” he replied quietly and Elijah looked at him with a soft and sad gaze

“You would take you own life?” He asked

“I cannot bare to be without her Elijah- i just can’t” he whispered and Elijah put his hand on his brother’s shoulder

“She’s strong” he told him

“She’s so strong” he repeated

They just had to hope that she would remain strong.

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2.5k, Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel; Wolf AU

Set in the same verse as Linger and Defend

Sebastian wakes, gasping. His body is a line of fire, from neck to collarbone to hip. He shifts, trying to stand, and flops back down, moaning in pain. It’s useless. None of his muscles will listen to him. All he can do is to try to gauge the severity of the wound, and determine if he will die of blood loss.

He runs a trembling hand across the gouge in his flesh. It takes him a moment to realize he’s been bandaged. Very haphazardly with strips of linen, and very poorly, but bandaged nonetheless. Sebastian can’t think. The smallest action has his head spinning. He drops his arm down with a thunk.

Sebastian sucks in a pained breath when there’s a sudden banging on his door.

“Charles?” he whispers.

“Seb? Seb. Open up.”

It isn’t Charles. The banging continues. He can’t raise his voice to invite anyone in.

“Seb! Are you in there?”

Yes, he breathes. Yes, please, help.

“I’m coming in,” the intruder decides, and Sebastian has never been more grateful. The person outside shoulders himself into Sebastian’s door, cursing when he stumbles in at full momentum. Charles must have left it unlocked. Charles, where is Charles—

“Spirits,” Daniel says. He’s crouched down beside Sebastian, running frantic hands across his torn chest. “Seb, what on earth happened to you?”

“Don’t know,” Sebastian slurs.

“Liar,” Daniel says. “Your wolf came. Fucking scared the hell out of me, covered in blood. He said you were hurt.”

Sebastian groans when Daniel pulls the makeshift bandages tighter. They’re soaking through fast. He won’t survive long without a doctor.

Ah. That’s why Daniel appears to be preparing to carry him. No doctor would come here, to the edge of the forest. No doctor would come to Sebastian.

“He do this to you?”

Sebastian slumps over Daniel’s back. His friend’s arms are solid beneath him. He thanks his lucky stars Daniel’s a woodworker, and strong enough to bear his weight.

“Seb,” Daniel’s voice cuts through the haze of pain. “Did your wolf do this to you?”

“Charles,” Sebastian says numbly. “His name is Charles.”

Daniel grunts in irritation, hefting Sebastian up.

“And he wouldn’t,” Sebastian says, with the last ounce of clarity keeping his eyes open through the fresh wave of pain. Consciousness is a losing battle. “He would never.”

Charles chose well. On a bad day, Daniel still charms his way to free grain and meat. On a good day, he manages to convince a doctor to take Sebastian in, unexplained wounds and all. When Sebastian wakes, it is to the heavy smell of antiseptic. He listens in with a half an ear as Daniel flirts his way into an extra package of medicine.

“You know how careless Sebastian gets,” Daniel says cheerfully.

“Sure,” Valtteri says. “By careless, you mean attacked, right?”

Daniel laughs so loudly Sebastian cringes from his bed. “By his own axe! Would you believe it?”

“No,” Valtteri says, but Daniel goes on pretending not to have heard.

Whatever errands Sebastian’s run for Valtteri serves him well. Well enough to buy the doctor’s favour for the next four days. He slips in and out of sleep to sure hands changing his bandages. The painkillers dull his thoughts. He remembers the inhuman howl that left him paralyzed, then movement so fast he failed to follow it with his eyes. Then nothing but the blinding pain.

Daniel collects him when Valtteri deems Sebastian well enough to hobble out of his house. Valtteri deposits a box of supplies into Daniel’s waiting arms. Sebastian peers into it, sees fresh fruit, salted meat, more bandages. Expensive stuff.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. He can’t hope to repay Valtteri in services any time soon. “When I’m stronger—”

“I’ve received payment in full,” Valtteri says. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out Sebastian’s, no, Charles’, golden necklace. “This was on my counter early this morning.”

Sebastian’s pulse reverberates in his ears. It takes everything in him to stop himself from reaching for the necklace. Charles was here. Here! The murkiness in his head lifts, and Sebastian wills himself to be patient. An explanation would present itself, soon. He gives the necklace one last look, fully prepared to never see it again. By all rights, it should be around Charles’ neck.

But Valtteri puts in in the box, atop the rest of the supplies. Sebastian stares at him, at a loss for words.

Valtteri turns away. “I’ve never been fond of jewellery,” he says. “Be careful with that axe of yours.”

The journey back to the cabin is painfully slow. Daniel inches along beside him as Sebastian focuses on putting one foot in front of the other. Sweat dots his brow even in the biting cold. His breath materializes before him in staccato puffs.

“If you’re willing to ignore your pride,” Daniel says, “I could always carry you again.”

“I can’t repay you already,” Sebastian says, stubborn in this as he is with everything else. “Nor can I the doctor.”

Daniel rolls his eyes. “I’m your friend.”

“And Valtteri?”

Daniel clears his throat. “Some people are of the opinion you invite evil into the village.”

Sebastian’s had derision thrown his way, the ground he walked spat on. He had thought he was content with the bed he made. But he’s alone now, and Charles is nowhere to be found. Walking is an insurmountable task. The scar running across the length of his body will keep to the end of his days.

“And some, like the good doctor,” Daniel continues, “think you’re the only thing keeping it at bay.”

Sebastian blinks away the wet in his eyes. His lashes will freeze at this rate.

“Now,” Daniel says. “Will you let me carry you?”

Recovery goes mind-numbingly slowly. Two weeks in and he can finally walk from the stove to the armchair without losing his breath. Still, Charles hasn’t returned.

Daniel visits every few days with fruit and instruction from the doctor. He shakes his head when Sebastian inquires about Charles.

“I haven’t seen him since,” Daniel says as he stokes the fire for Sebastian. “Before you ask, neither has Valtteri.”

“How’s that going, by the way?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Daniel says, cheeks pink.

Prior to falling in bed with a wolf, Sebastian spent most of his time alone. He lived by the forest for his livelihood, but also for his peace and quiet. He’d been used to the wind as his companion, and birdsong as entertainment. Now, the space he’s in swallows him whole, without Charles by his side to keep the solitude at bay. The growing ball of disquiet in him pushes him to shoulder a tiny rucksack and make his way out into the woods.

The pack comes to him this time.

“Are you out of your mind?” the leader barks at him when he shifts into man.

Sebastian looks down at his own chest. Some of the bandages are spotted with red. The pack of wolves have surrounded him, but not as prey. They’re pressing close to him, Sebastian realizes, to keep him warm with their fur. “I hadn’t noticed,” he says, through lips frozen cold.

“Idiot human,” the grey wolf says.

Sebastian snaps to attention. “You. That’s—”

The grey wolf stares him down.

“Charles calls me that,” Sebastian says helplessly. “Please. Where is he?”

The grey wolf sighs, before melding into his furs. On all fours he reaches Sebastian’s shoulder. It’s easy for Sebastian to wind an arm around the wolf’s solid neck, and have the wolf drag him into their den.

He deposits Sebastian in a corner, shifting once again into his human form, and sitting opposite Sebastian. As if by silent command, two smaller wolves curl around Sebastian. They press their damp snouts into his thighs. A pup wanders its way into Sebastian’s lap. Sebastian’s eyes sting. How many debts will he owe after this?

“I have nothing to offer,” he says.

The grey wolf makes a scathing sound. “I see why he names you such. You must think me animal, to demand something of you in your sorry state.”

Sebastian dips his head, duly chastised. He scritches the pup by the ear, where Charles always demanded to be scratched, and allows himself to be soothed by its happy yip. “I come once again for information.”

“He is gone,” the grey wolf says severely.

“Where?” Sebastian demands.

“I do not know.”

Sebastian glares, but the grey wolf does not disassemble. The truth, then. Sebastian drops his head into his hands.

“Idiot human,” the grey wolf says again, gentler now. “Those wounds of yours were not gained by human hands, can’t you see that?”

“No,” Sebastian says. He braces himself by pressing his forehead into the soft belly of the pup. “Whatever compelled him to—it was not him. I know it was not.”

The grey wolf stays silent. The den is quiet save for the soft snuffling sounds of the wolves around him, and the questioning chirps from the pup in his lap, sensing his overwhelming distress.

“You know of ferals?”

Sebastian whips his head up. “Charles is not—”

The grey wolf waves a hand. “At times, we can be. We have our heats, as you know.”

“He starved himself so as not to hurt me,” Sebastian says fiercely.

“And yet, he attacked you a moon ago.”

Sebastian clicks his mouth shut. He’s grateful for the little pup nibbling at the pad of his finger, grounding him against the brief flash of memory as Charles brought his claws down upon him. “It was not him,” Sebastian repeats, like he can ward off reality if he says it enough.

The grey wolf considers him. “I tell you this in confidence, and in fear of the safety of my pack. Yet time and again you’ve proven to be stubborn and a fool, and therefore trustworthy.”

Sebastian blinks. “Thank you?”

“There are other things that trigger our savagery, on top of our heats. Aconitum, or what you humans call wolf’s bane.”

Sebastian pales. “Was he poisoned?”

“All he told me was that he had no control over his body that night.” The wolf’s eyes soften. “And that he raised a hand against you, and in doing so could never return.”

Sebastian presses a hand against his eyes. They come away wet. “Idiot wolf,” he says. “Not you,” he mumbles to the disgruntled pup wriggling in his lap. “My wolf. He’s an idiot.”

“Yes,” the grey wolf agrees, kind. “The two of you wholly deserve each other.”

When he is well enough to hunt, Sebastian takes a fowl to Valtteri, carefully cleaned and ready for the oven.

“I said your debt has already been paid.”

“This is for something else,” Sebastian says.

Valtteri smiles at him. “Then I accept. What can I do for you?”

“Aconitum,” Sebastian says.

Valtteri nods. “The apothecary uses it as an antidote.”

“Or a poison,” Sebastian mutters. It’s hard to keep the anger out of his voice. The thought that his fellow man might have a hand in this makes him want to take an axe to a neck. Which he recognizes as violent, and feral, but deserving.

Understanding dawns on Valtteri’s face. “Perhaps you should purchase a few samples to investigate.”

Sebastian scratches at his ear. “Truthfully, the apothecary would not piss on me if I were on fire. He’d sooner burn his store down than sell me anything.”

Valtteri laughs then. “What are you looking at me for? Don’t we have someone far more suited for this job?”

“I bought every type of root he had available,” Daniel says, dumping a dozen or so packages into Sebastian’s arms. “You owe me two months pay.”

“All I have is dinner,” Sebastian says sheepishly.

“I accept dinner as payment,” Daniel grins. “I’ll even help.”

Daniel eats him out of house and home and very cheerfully doesn’t comment on Charles’ absence. Sebastian takes comfort in Daniel’s recounting of his last meeting with Valtteri. He fashioned a sturdy chair for the doctor’s bedside, made entirely of oak. Valtteri had been impressed—can you believe that? The good doctor. Impressed!

For far too long Sebastian had thought Charles and he were alone in this. It’s a reminder he has friends, that Charles has humans willing to help him. It gives Sebastian strength for what he’s about to do.

When Daniel leaves Sebastian unwraps the packages and takes the poisonous flowers into the garden. He carefully searches through the columbines Charles planted.

There. And there.

Mixed in with the blue columbines, Sebastian spots similar blue flowers, just a shade different. They match the flowers Daniel purchased from the apothecary. The night Charles attacked, he’d been working away in the garden while Sebastian split wood at the back of the cabin. Sebastian had heard the piercing howl, and dropped his axe. Charles looked—mangled. Half wolf and half human. The dull light from the moon only made his eyes look emptier.

Charles’ hands were around his neck, while Sebastian gasped for breath. And then Charles’ hands were no longer hands, but claws, and they carved their way down Sebastian’s body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

But Sebastian had been found in the cabin, with his wounds bandaged. Charles had carried him in. Stopped the bleeding as best as he could. And then, bloodied and half out of his mind, Charles had gone to Daniel for help.

“So you see,” Sebastian calls out to the woods beyond his backyard. “You see, Charles? You were poisoned. It wasn’t you. It was never you.”

Sebastian doesn’t get a response. That’s fine. He’s survived two moons waiting; he can bide his time. He eases himself to his knees slowly, with the wound pulling a little in this position. One by one, he removes the Aconitum that had sprouted by design in the garden. He’ll pay a visit to the apothecary soon. But first, his wolf.

He throws the flowers into the smoking hearth and watches them burn. Then he makes his way back outside. The moon wanes, and an owl gives a warning call. He settles himself gingerly on the front steps. If there are two things he’s been sure of since the start of this ordeal, it’s this: that Charles had not attacked him by choice, and that Charles has not left him.

The grounds around his home are cleared every morning, even following nights when the wind is foul. Like someone might be worried he could trip. No beast has thought to wander in his backyard; his chickens have slept safe. As has he. Charles might not be willing to stray near, but he’s been watching from a distance.

“I will stay here,” Sebastian declares into the night. “Outside our home. Until you decide to return.”

Sebastian wraps his furs around himself tighter, and ignores the ache in his chest that reaches far deeper than the wound. Snow has started to fall. It’ll be a cold, miserable night. Already, his fingers are numb and pink from the work in the garden. His teeth will start to chatter in minutes. But if it’s a war of attrition, humans have always been the more stubborn species.

“I will stay here,” he repeats.

Sebastian wakes, warm. A snow-white wolf is curled around him, whining piteously.

Charles appears to be trying to wrap himself around Sebastian, while sinking into the ground at the same time. His tail is between his legs, his head is bowed low. His ears droop sadly. He refuses to look Sebastian in the eye.

“Charles,” Sebastian says, like he could fashion his adoration around a name, the way he’d wind a necklace around a wolf’s neck. Charles buries his face into Sebastian’s hip. “Let’s go home.”

#athy texts #sebchal #fanfic #rpf #wolf au

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Paraprosexia

— Paring; Nathan Bateman x male reader. Fandom; Ex Machina

Quote; “You won’t regret this, doc.”

Description; Board meetings are boring. Or at least that’s what Nathan thought until he found someone to cure his meeting boredom. Disclaimer; Reader has a PhD so he’s referred to as ‘Dr.’ and ‘doc’. Interpret your own ending. If you squint, it has some sexual intention in it. IF YOU SQUINT.

Word Count: 1.0k

Ex Machina Masterlist, Oscar Isaac Masterlist

A/N: I did it. I made a Nathan Bateman story. Ya-hoo. Also, my requests are gonna remain closed. Unless it’s for one of Oscar Isaac’s characters because I seem to only be writing for him.

Nathan could feel his eyes growing heavy from pure boredom. He was slouched in his chair, spinning side-to-side. He had a blank expression as he tuned out the entire board meeting. This was one of those rare occasions he’d get away from his house. He would have groaned and sighed, but he wasn’t that big of a dick.

Nathan let out a small almost inaudible sigh as he looked around the room, without turning his head. That’s when his eyes caught someone. For a moment, his gaze remained the same simply because he was zoning out from boredom, but then he actually started to observe him. The man had black framed glasses that he’d occasionally push up with the back of his hand. He had a navy suit, with a red tie. In his blazer pocket was a silver name tag that read, “Dr. L/N”.

Nathan grinned and turned back to the meeting. He’d occasionally steal glances from the cute guy down the table. He looked way more invested in the meeting than he was. His legs were crossed and his hands were neatly folded in his lap.

Nathan took a deep breath as he sat up and leaned back in his office chair, his elbows on the arm rest, but his hands in his lap. He looked around the table more only for his search to meet the same destination. He looked at this “Dr. L/N”. He looked down at his attire again, as he thought. He wondered what it would be like for them to be alone together. What they would do. He looked back up at the guy's face and smiled again. He then wondered if the man was single and noticed the lack of a wedding ring and nodded. He made a mental note to strike up a conversation with the doctor.

As the meeting went on, Nathan’s focus waned. His attention constantly switched from the boring meeting and the less boring guy down the table. When the meeting came to an end he cleared his throat and pushed himself down the table, rolling in front of the man. He leaned his elbows on the table and caught the man’s attention. “Pardon me, doctor.” He said with a grin as he faked some formality. “Do you have any free time later today?”

The man looked at Nathan with surprised eyes. He wasn’t expecting for the CEO of Bluebook to strike up a conversation with him. “I’m sorry, sir. What did you say?” He asked politely, trying to make sure he heard Nathan correctly.

Nathan chuckled softly and nodded. He knew he was pushing his luck at the moment. “I was wondering if you had some free time later today.” He repeated. He tried to keep a serious expression, but something about the man made him smile. “If I’m not making myself clear, I’m trying to get to know you on a personal level.”

The man thought for a second. He looked Nathan up and down with a quick glance. He smiled. “I don’t see why not.”

“Great!” He held out his hand from the man to take it. “Nathan Bateman by the way.”

The man chuckled and took his hand. His hand was soft and his grip was firm and professional. “Oh, I know who you are, Mr. Bateman.” A playful smile graced his lips. “Dr. Y/N L/N.”

“You know who I am?” Nathan was just being cocky now.

“Of course. You’re the CEO of Bluebook. You’re a genius. You’ve made quite the breakthrough on our journey in building the perfect artificial intelligence.” They were both standing now. Y/N was gathering his things and putting them in his briefcase.

This gave Nathan an ego boost as he stood more proudly now. “You’ve piqued my interest, doc. I’d like to get to know you and more about your work.” Nathan said with a confident smile.

Y/N stood up straight as he spoke about what he does proudly. "I am just the brain. I aid in testing the experiments and how to create and aid any artificial intelligence we have here at Bluebook. I do not build though."

Nathan nodded. “Testing is a very important part of technology, and I’m sure your expertise is much appreciated.” He gave the man a smile. He then got an idea and his smile turned into an mischief filled grin. “If you’re interested, I wouldn’t mind showing you some of my work. My house is quite a bit away, but I’ll pay for all your expenses. I like when people appreciate my work.”

Y/N gave a chuckle, thinking the mischief was just about Nathan being cocky instead of him planning something. “Am I interacting with your work or just looking?”

“Why don’t you stop by and find out?” Nathan said, giving a smirk. “I’ve been working with one of my AI’s for a while now, and,” he paused and looked Y/N up and down, ”you can see how she responds to people.”

Y/N smiled. “I’ll bite. I heard your house is very isolated.” He pointed out as they began to leave the meeting room.

“Yeah, but aren’t we all isolated? I mean, we are all nerdy computer scientists.” He said with a chuckle. Then he realized he was kind of insulting himself. He shrugged it off, he had bigger things to worry about. Bigger, better things. The thought brought a smirk to his face as he and Y/N and him walked out of the meeting room.

“You won’t regret this, doc.”

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thenamesblurrito · 2 years

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A commission for @pluralsword for the lovely fic Addendum over on AO3, following Arcee on her gender journey! Some snippets are under the cut, including the bit this illustrated scene is from.

The torn metal thread shreds of the Crystal City Messenger newspaper fell from my hands. My body shivered and I felt bellows build up in my voice box unreleased.

“We have truly entered a world of madness- we are dead, dead peoples,” I muttered at my doorstep in the empty residential hallway.

The front-page article and first two sentences ran over and over in my mind. THEOCONOMIST FORM-ESSENTIALISM MADE LAW AFTER TAMPERED PUBLIC POLLS. Nova Prime endorses the theoconomists favoring form over aesthetic and orders the demolition of all aesthetic archives, programs, and organizations in the name of ‘freedom,’ and ‘moving on.’ We write with urgency – because of our reporting over the millennia against the reactionary rise, maintaining of records, and projecting of voices of the decreasing population that still connects to gender or anything like it, we are among the news groups hereby outlawed-

In my wordless scream of frustration and his of terror, I severed his head from his neck and immediately charged towards the door, deflecting the shots and cutting down the handful of bots in front of me, while taking scatter blasts to my back in yells of pain-

Blasts that fell silent as the hauler’s metal screeched and tore from rocket explosions at the front, spinning us wildly. I stood alone, legs bent and jumping about, while the rest tumbled.

I was about to run- Don’t run- and instead began to bear down on each with my blades in rapid succession while I bled. Four stabs through sparks by the time the remaining eleven stood back up in the back corner gravity had left them in, near me, and I sliced through the group’s torsos in four blows with a triumphant yell, as all fell to my blades beyond their experience or technology.

I sputtered, exhaust fumes coming out of my transforming seams in nervousness in my chair in her brightly lit office.

“You can say it, you know it as I do, and we’re here for you, just like people were for me,” she got up from her chair and stood in front of me, her sturdy shoulder stacked frame’s firm graspers towards me. “Can I hold your hands? Would that help?”

“Yeah...” I reached out and held her own, feeling her fingers gently find an easy grip around me. “It’s nice to actually be able to trust a doctor and a friend with understanding me and my body, that of a linked trans gal.”

"Sibling, you shouldn't be here," Galvatron crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. "This is far too dangerous, not in a combative sense, but that of you against the world," He frowned. "Including danger from your supposed patron and protector."

"You mean, the only person who has done right by our kind with any sort of power to protect us?" I stared back. "You showed up now to tell me that? No hug, no gladness to see me?"

“Hang on m’am I’m messaging a medic named Safety he’ll be right over with his team-” Phreaker replied.

I was flabbergasted. “Phreaker!”

“What? Just finished talking to him, sorry about that lady,” Phreaker transformed back and extended an arm. “I’m way smaller than you, but you can barely stand, and you need a friend. Lean on me.”

“Why did you use she pronouns and gender terms that some have associated with women? I haven’t told you my pronouns or my gender or terminology therein,” I stared at his cube of a face.

I spotted recent Cybernought tracks in the direction of my heading. No no no this is bad!! =”ANODE! LUG! Can you read me??”=

I slowed and reached the residue point- there was a crater with a shattered shield staff in the middle, and pink blood everywhere.

I transformed, crouched, and spotted split off pieces of Lug’s chest and torso armor.

“Hey Arcee, what’s up? Surprised to get a call from you after our last conversation,” Windblade’s holodisplay visage smiled at me, wings outstretched.

“I’ve been playing around with Earth mode reformats to choose.” I sent her communications table the file scans of considered alt modes and altered files I had tinkered with. “And actually found some euphoria from the shapes I’m considering, but I realized, I realized I didn’t want to be alone right now for this, I wanted someone who would understand to be present.”

“So, after all these millions of years, after all your labor for a radical revolution and then for survival in the wider galaxy, why in the stars would-” I fumbled over my words, the weight of my title and path of peace pressed on me, as I looked on at Arcee and Windblade, the old and new wiser than me, and both our future. “Why would you, an ancient trans woman anarchist, join up with the Autobots and work as my right hand, and even a commander in my stead?”

“Hey, hey, Arcee, Aileron told us what was happening,” Lug rubbed my back stacks, as did Anode from my sitting position where Aileron held me. “I know it’s a lot sometimes when we visit, and especially the occasion today.”

I let their rubbing and embrace anchor for me a moment, and then whimpered out: “come around so I can hug you- let me try to stand-”

Aileron helped me up, and the four of us hugged close. Lug’s head nuzzled on my waist, Anode leaned her head on my shoulder, and Aileron touched the three of us with her arms and torso. We had a quiet, lovely moment.

“Reading Anode and Lug’s journals again I see,” Prowl sat across from my cell bar’s door. “I have to ask, what do you of all people see in them besides curiosity? A change of spark, historical inclination?”

“It’s how they lived with the resources they had, and how strong they were with so little material,” I turned my head, and put the journal down. “They had in abundance things I didn’t value that only they could make- their euphoria, their companionship, their epistemes, their memories, their family. Resources I lost understanding for their true meaning long ago and am trying to retrace, (rest of quote removed due to spoilers)

Aileron's drippy face looked up at me as Gauge and Sideswipe held her hand, and Ailering, Greenlight, Anodes, Lugs, and Lancer hugged her. "I know we'll be family again too, Windblade..."

"I know we will," I smiled and joined the embrace, letting her chest rest on my head. "I have no doubt."

"Aunty, do you think-," Gauge wrapped an arm around me. "Do you think if our world had been happier- if we had not had 12 million years of empire- that her life would have been able to blossom more than it did? To never have been so alone?"

#commission #Arcee #arceeleron #anode #lug #lugnode #aileron #transformers #tf idw #macaddam #friend stuff #getting idw designs accurate is like. why yes i will be spending sO MUCH TIME on the lining here

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4 - What I Want

Part 5

Feisty Coffee Girl

Izzie and I were walking in the grocery store getting some stuff that I needed for after I gave birth. I was almost five months pregnant. She pushed the shopping cart with me resting my hand on my belly. “So we need to get baby food, diapers, uh baby clothes.”

“Iz, I don’t really want to talk about this for a little bit.” I shake my head feeling tired about talking about this for months. She had put the baby up for adoption and began helping me get ready for when mine came.

She halted the cart on its tracks whipping her head back around at me. “Y/n, you have to prepare for when the baby comes. There’s a lot that goes into this.”

“Izzie, it’s not that I don’t know that. I’d just like some time to not talk about all this baby stuff.” I turned to face her.

My sister nodded, slumping her shoulders. “So what do you want to talk about instead?”

“Anything. You in medical school or your love life.” I throw my hands away from my sides.

Izzie sighed, clicking her tongue in thought before she answered my question. “I don’t have time to see anyone. Getting into medical school was extremely hard and expensive.”

“Urgh Isabol. You’re supposed to be the entertainment in my life.” I groaned, running my hands through my hair.

I hadn’t been able to do much since I had decided to keep the tiny baby growing inside of me. I wasn’t regretting my decision. I just wished that I could still have the life that I had fantasized growing up. “I’m sorry, sis. Look at it this way if I have something small or big to say you’ll be the first person I tell.”

“Deal, Iz.” I held up my pinky.

She looped hers with mine. “So what do you want from life exactly besides being there for your daughter?”

“I want love. Not some cheesy romance. I want something that is epic.” I sent her a grin and she matched my same type of expression.

Propping open the door to the coffee shop with my foot I led Eve inside by one hand. Closing the doors door behind us with my other hand. She didn't have school since it was a Saturday so I decided to take her to work with me instead of Caroline babysitting her. “Okay so what's the rule when you come to work with mommy?”

“Don't touch unless you say so and don't go with strangers.” Everly responded with me scooping her up and sitting her behind a chair at the cash register with me.

Moving into the back room I began typing the laces of my work aperen before the alarm flashed in the back room telling us we had someone at the register. Moving out of the back I came around the corner seeing a familiar face of a particular surgeon. “Dr. Sloan, are you following me or something?”

“I could be if you’d like to hear that.” He sent me a smirk waiting for me to come to the cash register.

Tucking hair behind my ear I noticed that Everly was over eyeing the desert and food case so he couldn’t tell she was with me. “Uh I guess you could. So what can I get for you today?”

“A bone dry cappuccino just like last time.” He answered my question.

I smiled, snapping my fingers at the doctor. “Consider it done, doc.” Spinning on my feet I disappeared to the back preparing the drink and mixing it all up in a coffee cup. Pressuring the lid down I carried it back to him.

“Thanks, my feisty coffee girl.” Mark takes the cup from my hand.

Shifting my gaze over his shoulder I watched Everly playing around at one of the tables by the window. She was using it as her own personal playground. “Will that be all?” I asked him softly.

“Sad I’m not bugging you with a more difficult order hmm?” Mark teased me by lowering the cup from his lips after taking a drink.

I snorted out a laugh. “Do you think I would enjoy you bugging me all the time.”

“Don’t know. Maybe you wouldn’t or maybe you would. I’m just in it for the adventure of our bet.” He shrugs his shoulders.

I bent my head down smiling at what he said. We had shared a few more dates and some drinks. Learning some things about the other yet he still didn’t know the biggest part of my life. I wanted to tell him but I was afraid that he wouldn’t want anything to do with me once he knew. “Ow! Mommy.”

“Eve - uh are you okay kid?” I quickly corrected myself before I let certain words slip out of my mouth.

Everly was sitting on the ground holding her left ankle when Mark turned towards her seeing she was hurt in some way. “Looks like she twisted her ankle to me.”

“Mommy.” Eve whined when I lowered myself down on my knees burying her face into my shoulder.

Whispering in her ear I rose to my feet holding her in my arms. “Sssh baby. You’ll be okay…we should get her to the hospital. I’ll call her mom and tell her what happened.”

“I thought she just called you mommy.” Mark pointed out.

Luckily I was quick on my feet. “Oh yeah. Me and her mom look alike sometimes so her little head gets confused.”

“Right. The hospital is just a short walk from here. I’ll take you guys there.” Mark offers holding open the door for me and we walked down the street after I grabbed my things and clocked out for lunch early to not get in trouble with my boss.

He let me go inside the front door first and I came into contact with a bunch of doctors in white coats moving around in such a quick fashion. “Excuse me, ma’am. Could you please take a look at her ankle?”

“Oh sure. Stevens check on my other patients for me.” A black woman who was shorter than me called, waving my sister over and sitting a stack of carts in her arms.

My twin nodded, sparing a glance between me and Mark before leaving. “Of course, dr. Bailey.”

“Tell me when her mom shows up. I’ll come check on you afterwards. Got to start my job.” Mark waved to me, beginning to walk away with him raising his cup up in the air. “Great service as always.”

“Wait, you didn’t pay for that.” It had hit me that I never fully finished his whole order after my daughter fell and hurt herself with my motherly instincts kicking in.

He chuckled with that charming smile. “I’ll make it up to you later!”

“How so?” I called back knowing Dr. Bailey was waiting behind me to check out my daughter’s ankle yet he was distracting me with his statement.

The man nicknamed McSteamy disappeared around the corner with nothing more to say, leaving me completely in awe. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Dr Bailey led me down one hallway having a room available for us. I halted briefly when someone else in one of the rooms we passed spoke out to me. “What’s wrong with your kid there?”

“Excuse me?” I paused, raising a brow at a guy with dark brown hair and eyes. He also had a nice smile even if it was a small one seeing a child hurt.

The stranger shifted in his bed asking me after he introduced himself. “I’ll start. I have a heart condition and my name is Denny Duquette.”

“Ah it’s nice to meet you, Denny. I’m hoping that she just has a sprained ankle.” I answered his question with a kind smile.

Denny nodded, tilting his head. “And what’s your name?”

“Y/n Stevens and this is my daughter Everly. Hopefully I’ll see you around outside of this place.” I finished our conversation meeting up with the doctor enjoying the conversation with him. Yet my mind wonders back to the fear I had years ago. Izzie and Everly were the only things constant in my life.

I barked stomping up to him, shoving him aggressively. "What happened to I love you, I'll always be there for you, you can trust me huh?"

“The baby can’t be mine.” Grady, my current boyfriend and father of my baby, was freaking out pacing in my family’s kitchen.

Running a hand down my face frustrated. “I gave you my virginity. You’re the only person I’ve ever been with, dumbass!”

He grunts hitting the countertop behind him. "I'm sorry but you could get an abortion if you don't it-"

"I would never do something like that. I absolutely want kids - I mean not this soon. But I am not doing that just because you don't want to change your life plans!" I cut him off almost heartbroken that he would suggest that.

He shook his head at me trying to defend himself. "Y/n, that's not what I meant...I only meant if you did it you could get your life back.”

"You know what, Grady. Just leave. You are a ladies man and an asshole. I don't want to see you anymore." I pointed towards the front door shoving him out.

He bowed his head to his feet but left with one final word. "I can’t be a teenage dad. See you around." Once he shut the door I started crying. Stomping around the kitchen I picked up one of my school books throwing it across the room, never expecting that this would happen.

“Y/n….I have to tell you. I’m…I’m pregnant too.” Lifting my head up I saw my twin sister standing in the doorway hearing the whole conversation, holding a pregnancy test in her hands. From that day on the only person I know would always be there was my sister Izzie.

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The inevitable

A/N: Hello everyone. I want to welcome all the sudden new followers. I want to thank you guys too for all the new support. This fic is a lot less dirty then the last one ;) I feel like I should preface some things. I have personally been dealing with a lot of medical problems for the last year and a half. I couldn’t help but think what it would be like if I had dear Henry by my side through it. With that said I am writing from my own experience. Also if it is a bit short, I didn’t want it to get too medical. Felt I should focus more on how Henry would react.

Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Spouse!nb!reader

Warnings: Description of fainting, hospitals, doctors, operations. Angst and some slight fluff. I don’t think I mentioned a gender or anything assigning, if I did please do tell me.

Word count: 1.2k

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You loved you job. It made you excited to get up in the mornings. But it is exhausting. Being a line cook for a very popular restaurant takes a lot out of you. You’re standing, working, for at least ten hours. You’re screaming out orders and constantly boiling under the heat of the ovens.

Yet lately you’ve been feeling unwell. Not all of the time. Usually you’re bubbly, chirpy and excited for everything. You’re strong and, sure sometimes you get sick easily, but otherwise things are good. Until you’d get these random dizzy spells.

It was strange but you didn’t feel it was necessary to tell Henry. It isn’t that bad. He always has so much to worry about, you didn’t feel like adding to the problem. He was always watching over you, making sure that even the slightest scrape was taken care of.

Now, however, you’re thinking maybe you should have said something. You feel terrible. You were walking to your car after work and then everything started to spin. You feel nauseous and your legs feel weak. You sit down, leaning against the wall of the building.

You took your phone out and somehow managed to call Henry. It barely rings before he picks up. “Henry?” Your voice sounds much weaker than you’d hope it would. I mean obviously something isn’t right. Your hands are cold and clammy and vision feels a bit blurry.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice is immediately panicked. “I don’t feel well.” Are you having a panic attack? No- you’re breathing is even and you can still feel your fingers. Yet why was your vision going black? Why does your neck feel so heavy?

“Don’t move, I’m coming.” His voice it feels so far away. Like an echo bouncing in your head. Coming from the far corners of the earth, trying to reach you. A response forms in your head. You can feel the words in your mind. Still, your tongue falls flat.

Actually, everything falls flat. You can’t see, you can’t hear. Your arms your legs they all feel so heavy. Perhaps it would be best if you just close your eyes. Rested, after all it calls to you so. The tendrils of sleep reach to you. Grabbing at you, pulling you into slumber. Honestly, you feel too tired to stop it.

A blaring white light shines down right into your eyes. It completely disorientates you. You squeeze your eyes back shut. That same far away echo voice rings through your ears again. You feel a warm hand on yours. Already you know who’s it is.

You turn to where you hope he is. “Henry?” Your voice croaks out his name as you open your eyes again. There he is. His hair is disheveled, the curls standing in all different directions. His blue eyes look heavy tired and frantic. “Hey, I’m here. I’m here.” His voice is such as rough as yours.

“What happened?” You ask, rubbing your head. It is throbbing. Such a strong ache both in the front, in the back, it is just everywhere. You can’t help but cringe at the pain. “You passed out, we’ve just arrived at the hospital.” He explains to me.

He pulls his chair closer to the bed. Placing kisses all over your knuckles. You look around. There are rows of beds next to you. You can hear someone throw up and you cringe at the sounds. It makes you nauseous yourself. Not as bad as before though.

“Alright, a missus Cavill is it?” The doctor that walks in’s voice is loud and confident. Her hair is fire-y red. “Tell me what happened.” She states while looking through my charts. “Well, I was walking to my car after work. Then everything became dizzy. I was nauseous so I sat down and called Henry.”

She nods, listens but doesn’t seem to be writing anything. “Anything like this happen before?” She asks, still reading away. I furrow my brows and shake my head. “I’ve been getting these dizzy spells. But that is about it.” I explain to her, I can feel Henry tense up.

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, he looks worried and scared. I sigh, avoiding his hurt gaze. “You just got this new Superman job. I can see you’re stressed. I didn’t want to add to it.” You state, sighing, biting your lip. He shakes his head, “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Have you eaten yet?” The doctor asks, finally looking you in the eye. You furrow your brows. “No, I need to get to work early in the morning and worked through lunch.” This seems to spark something in here and she begins nodding.

“I’m saying it was stress. Take some rest and you should be good to go.” She smiles at me. For some reason you can hear your heart beat again. Tears prickle at your eyes. She exits, leaving you to processes what ever the hell she just said.

Henry leans closer, holding your face. Wiping the tears, with such a tender gentleness. Then the emotions overwhelm you. The adrenaline runs cold as it leaves your body. As your sobs rack through you, Henry holds you.

His big warm hand rubs circles on your back. The other makes sure to hold you as close as possible. And as he helped you into the car your leg can’t help but shake. The doctor’s words repeats in your head over and over and over. You weren’t stressed. You were hungry but that is about it.

“What’s on your mind, my dear?” Henry asks, once he is settled in the car-seat.You shake your head and bite your lip. “It’s bullshit Hen. I wasn’t stressed. It’s more than just stress.” You look into his cerulean-sky eyes. They are filled with sympathy and pain.

He nods, taking your hand in his. “Hey, I believe you. In sickness and in health. I do mean it.” God, how did you land such a perfect man? What did you do to deserve him? “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Things were going so good for us. You were so happy, I didn’t want to trample that.” You explain to him your thought process.

He shakes his head, bites his cheek “Y/N, I love you. I care for you. Having you healthy and okay makes me happy. We will get through this together.” He brings your knuckles to his lips again. Your cheeks flush and you can’t help but smile.

And Henry was there with you. With every single test that they did, he was there at your side. Through the MRI’s he would talk to you, keep you awake. With every blood test he would make sure to keep you distracted from the needles, whether that was by kissing you or making you laugh.

Then finally, when the big operation came, he was there every moment he could be. He would help bathe you, brush your hair and apply your ointments. Like he said, in sickness and in health. And when you finally healed up, all he asked in return was a kiss:)

#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader #medical

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nii-chans-rabiddogs · 1 year

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Weird Doctor

TWs: drugged character, restraints, muzzle. It's extra long, but I'm not sure where to cut it so I haven't. lemme know if i need to add any other TWs if theyre missing, please. Have fun <3

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

It feels like I’m floating in syrup, cuz everything is nice and quiet and slow, but it’s also too cold to go back to sleep. I wriggled around until realizing that I’m not on a bed and there is no blanket, sadly. I opened my eyes enough to figure out that the cement I’m laying on isn’t covered by anything. Why would I sleep on cement? It’s not warm or comfy at all, and I always trip over the cracks and skin my hands or knees, it's the worst. Wait, there’s a blanket, but it's on the other side of the room and I don’t wanna get up. I stared sadly at it for a bit, letting my brain melt away. Eventually I got too cold and tried to get up, but my arms shook and everything started spinning just a little bit so I laid back down. I huffed, and tried to remember what happened but I kept getting distracted by how cold it was. Why would anyone ever make it so cold? Why would you torture yourself like that? It has to be at least 71 degrees for me to feel comfortable and even then I hide under the blankets. It definitely isn’t that warm in here, and I wanna leave but the only way out is a weird door with a flap at the bottom.

Actually, the door looks like those ones in movies, yknow? The ones for cells to hold the prisoners, all steel and whatever metal doors are made of. It looks really heavy though, and the room is pretty dark. I can see alright, but there’s no light coming in anywhere. There’s also a ring in the center of the room, which is a trip hazard. You shouldn’t put things out in the middle of the room with no light source, someone’s gonna break the ankle tripping on it. I wouldn’t though, cuz I never trip ever and anyone who says I do is lying and should be banished from my kingdom. Wait, I don't have a kingdom. Do I? Oh well. It would be nice to have a kingdom, just relaxing all day getting to eat all the chocolates and not having to do anything. Maybe I should start my own kingdom, but people say it’s hard. All you gotta do is declare yourself king though, so I don’t understand what they think is hard about that. Maybe they can’t make themselves king? I could make all the people kings, but only if they promised to leave my kingdom alone and give me chocolates.

Suddenly, the door was shoved open, and I closed my eyes against the very bright light that came with it. That was scary, it dragged on the ground and made a really loud noise that hurt my ears. I opened my eyes to glare at it, so it wouldn’t do that again. Oh hey, when they get here? There was someone standing in the door, with a weird thing in their hands.

“Oh good, you’re awake. Let’s get this on you, I need to take you down to the medbay. You lost quite a bit of blood, and we need to fix that. Getting more is a pain, by the way, so if you lose any more I will drain you dry myself, understood?” They said, walking up to me with the weird thing.

I tried to say something but it hurt and I started coughing, which hurt more. I huffed, cuz I couldn't do anything else. The guy crouched down, setting the weird thing on the floor nearby. He unfolded the weird thing, which had other things inside. He grabbed what looked like one of those shock collars for dogs, but without the spikes on the inside. She- wait, is she a guy or a girl? I can’t tell. Oh well. They slid it under my neck before pulling it tight and clicking it together. Rude, I’m not a dog. I’m not even an animal, everyone can see that. Maybe they need glasses? The weird person was wearing a doctor trench coat, which is even weirder than a normal trench coat, actually. The weird doctor pulled another thing from the little pile that was already mostly gone, and it looked like an odd fabric mask.

He lifted my head up and placed the cold metal part under my chin, and pulling the top metal piece over the bridge of my nose. I tried to watch, but my eyes went cross eyed and made me dizzy, so I just stared at the weird doctor again. They tugged on it before clipping the two back straps together around the back of my head, and then making it really tight somehow. I winced and tried to move away but the weird doctor just yanked my head back and told me to stay still or else, so I stopped wiggling and glared at them. They started pulling on something on the side of the mask thingie, and then that side was really tight and I couldn't open my mouth at all. They started doing the same for the other side, and I tried to move again but it was hard and really slow, so the weird doctor just shoved me back onto the floor.

He yanked my hands behind my back and click-clacked super handcuffs onto my wrists, right over the cuts from before. I tried to pull on them, but it just made my wrists hurt really really bad so I just laid there while the weird doctor went out past the door. It was still cold, but now it was worse cuz i can’t move and everything hurts. Weird Doctor dragged in a moving bed, like the ones in hospitals for patients. Weird, a doctor would never let it get this cold. I’ve never seen a doctor before so I’m not sure. Or a hospital. Movies show them all the time, and they always seem really loud with everyone yelling and weird machines beeping or screaming. Maybe Weird Doctor is a worker for a quiet hospital? Quiet hospitals seem like they would be more secret-ier, so they have to be super secret and make sure nobody tells.

“Alright, runt. I’m going to lift you and if you kick me, I will break your ankle. Behave.”

That was the only warning I got before Weird Doctor lifted me up in the princess carry and set me down on the moving bed. I wanted to kick him but it felt like I was gonna throw up and I didn't wanna do that. I can’t even open my mouth at all, and I didn't wanna have to swallow puke. That’d be really gross and icky. I jerked when my wrists got crushed under me, and it felt like someone lit them on fire so I rolled onto my side. I took a deep breath, but it didn’t make me feel any better, and nothing made any more sense. Hopefully Weird Doctor could fix my wrists, and maybe give me some chocolate. I’m really hungry, but I can't ask for anything cuz my throat hurts, and the mask keeps my mouth clamped shut.

Weird doctor started pushing the moving bed out of the dark room, and out into the hallway. I didn’t look very different, but there are lights which is nice. No one will trip, cuz now they can see the ground. Unless they’re distracted, like the one time Detective walked into a door while reading a case paper. He dropped like he was shot too, which was funny cuz he cussed like a sailor, whatever that means. I heard Ms. Secretary say that to someone, but I'm not sure what it means. He did cuss a lot though, and he said I shouldn’t repeat any of it to anyone who looked like a reporter.

We passed by some other rooms, but they all had the same type of door, so I couldn’t see in. I heard something whimpering in one of them, maybe a dog? That makes me sad cuz doggies are really nice and fun to play with, they shouldn’t be hurt. Maybe if I ask really nicely, Weird Doctor will help them too? We passed more doors, and I could hear yelling from some of them, which was scary. I don’t like when people yell, cuz they get really loud and mean and scary. Weird Doctor just kept pushing the moving bed along, and the yelling went away. Weird Doctor is kinda nice, but I don’t like the super-cuffs cuz they hurt my wrists more, or the mask cuz i cant open my mouth at all, or it’ll pull on my nose and make that hurt too. Maybe if I was good, Weird Doctor would get rid of them? And, and maybe if i was really super good i’d get chocolates and something to drink. My throat felt really dry and scratchy, and that was worse than it hurting cuz I can’t scratch my throat.

Weird Doctor walked us around a corner, and suddenly there was an old elevator, like the ones in the scary movies. It looked a little different though, cuz there’s red blotches everywhere and I thought rust was orange. Maybe rust gets darker the longer it's there? The elevator jerked, and suddenly it felt like I was climbing but without actually doing anything. It was cool, but also made me feel sick again, so I ignored it and listened to the music that was playing from somewhere. IT was really nice and calming and made me feel sleepy again, but I don’t think Weird Doctor would like it if I fell asleep again. The elevator dinged, and Weird Doctor pushed the moving bed out of the doors. The walls were really bright, and they were white. I was right, this is a hospital! But it's a quiet hospital, cuz I don't hear anyone yelling, and nothing is beeping. It’s really nice. They pushed the moving bed really, really close to another bed, and lifted me onto that one instead. Why would they do that? The other bed was just fine. Probably a Quiet hospital thing. Weird Doctor undid the super-cuffs, but then they rolled me onto my back just to strap my wrists down to the bed. This is a little unnecessary, I couldn’t do anything before, so what’s the difference? They walked off, so I just laid on my back and rolled my head to watch them. Weird Doctor pulled out a tall, rolling thingie and hooked a red bag to it.

They dragged it over to me, and shoved a needle into my arm. I huffed at the prick, but then the tube it was connected to started to fill with the red stuff. It looked really super familiar but I can’t remember. It was definitely a hospital thing though, but usually the bags are clear. Maybe I get to have a special bag cuz I'm a special boy. I’m the specialiest of boys, so that makes sense. Weird Doctor kept walking around and grabbing things and setting them on the table right next to the bed. I didn’t see that, maybe it's to hold all the chocolates and medicine things Weird Doctor is setting down. They need to make sure to leave enough room for the chocolates, though, or else I’ll have to beat them up. Chocolates are the most important-y things ever.

I blinked slowly as Weird Doctor started filling needles with something, but it’s getting hard to stay awake cuz it's warm. The heat made me tired, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Hopefully Weird Doctor wouldn’t be mad at me, but they also never said anything about not falling asleep, I think. They’ve been nice so far though, cuz they haven’t yelled at me at all. Still don’t like the mask thing, so he’s not the nicest but he’s nice enough. I rolled my head over t o look at the ceiling. It was a pretty grey color, and I stared at it while falling asleep. Blue would be prettier though, I think.

#tw muzzle #tw restraints #tw drugged character #whump writing #whump #medical setting #Ghost is drugged out of his mind but he doesnt quite realize that #Hes just a little guy doing his best #but he isnt the brightest of boys and i love him for it #also hes only watched a total of 4 movies #the detective has never been able to get him to sit still long enough for any more #Ghostie needs to get out more but dont trust him by himself #he'll either never trust anyone or trust everyone. there is no in between #Ghost #Ghostie #Doctor Everly #also known as Weird Doctor

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mod3rnwarh3ro · 1 year

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The Doctor Is In...

A/N: Hi! First fic! So I've had this in my head for a while and I was inspired by @a-edgar-allan-hoe headcanons of a doctor for 141 and I put my own spin on it. This fic was kinda the reason I made a side-blog for MW because I wanted a dedicated blog for this oc/reader. Also a Recce is the colloquial term for the South African Special Forces. Their Selection is one of the hardest in the world to get into. It consists of a week of sitting in a room, not eating, drinking, or sleeping. Nowadays there's only 1 or two people out of 120 that get through the Selection process nevermind the school training. Pretty brutal. If you guys want to know more about this character/reader please let me know! I'm dropping subtle hints that I want to continue on this tangent.

Summary: Task Force 141 is finally blessed by getting an actual physician on their team. But something's off when Price throws down a file on the guy...

Warnings: Discussions of violence; Suicide ideation (only briefly)

“A doctor? For 141?” came the gruff grumble from under Ghost’s balaclava. “One from South Africa, no less?”

“What’s the matter with a South African?” asked Soap in his Scottish accent.

“Nothin’. It’s this one’s track record I’m scrutinizin’. Says they’re SASFA, and a psychologist. This one can’t make up its mind,” Ghost explained as he paged through the docket thrown down by Price.

“Can’t they go together?” Gaz piped up, leaning over to take a paper.

“A Recce and a sound mind never go together…” Price stated, folding his arms when his team grabbed papers from the file.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus…” Soap muttered with a deep frown etched into his brows.

“You sure you want this one, amigo? It says they need ‘to be kept on a tight leash’... We sure they’re a doctor?” Alejandro looked back at the Captain. His face did not show anything besides the seemingly angry furrow that permanently resided on his face.

“What do they look like? Where’s the photo?” Gaz questioned, paging through the pages for the little photo that comes with most of the soldiers’ files.

“There’s only one… And they wear a mask in it…” Alejandro sighed with the photo in hand.

“Don’t tell me we got another Ghost…” Soap griped, looking over his comrade’s shoulder.

He assumed it had been the doctor after seeing every other face redacted. But he almost wanted to laugh. The man was short, hilariously so. They carried an AK-47 and it looked like they were smiling from under the green balaclava. It almost would’ve looked cute if their pant legs weren’t stained in what looked to be blood.

“They’re an asset. A great one at that. I’ve seen ‘em stitch up a soldier in thirty seconds while under fire. And they still killed the bastards that did the shooting as they were bandagin’ the soldier up,” Price bragged, as if he was talking about his own child. An information piece they can push on later.

“So just a really good field medic?” Soap concluded with a shrug, not able to keep the question from his voice.

“Nope. A doctor…” Ghost sighed, throwing the PhD in front of the Sergeant. He would’ve poked fun at Soap’s flinching if it weren’t for the Captain speaking up.

“They’re coming tomorrow at 0700, I expect you lot to be on your best behaviour. And to wipe your assumptions on them. The docket was only meant to familiarise yourselves with what they can do, not their personality.”

Murmurs of affirmation rung through the group, no one speaking up on their reservations on the new guy coming into their ranks. For all they knew, this dude could still prove his worth here. They could really use a doctor for the missions where they couldn’t patch themselves up and they could use another experienced fighter on the field.

They did their daily rounds after the Captain dismissed them, still with questions on their minds about the doctor. From the pages talking about their career as a doctor, it seemed like they were well-liked by both their fellow officers and civilians alike. Not that that means anything, they could be a really good actor.

Soap slumped down into a chair, holding his MRE packet close to him. Not a minute later and Gaz sat next to him with Alejandro following. They gave each other knowing looks before digging into their meals.

“What do you think he’ll be like?” Gaz asked, looking over at Alejandro.

“I don’t know, but from his files, he looks like a mad man. I don’t want to be near that cabrón if he’s gonna be on the field with us,” Alejandro responded, shaking his head and pursing his lips.

“You should’ve seen the operation photos. He’s ruthless from what I can tell. I’m with Alejandro on this one,” Soap agreed as he packed away for the night.

“And Ghost is better?” Gaz retaliated with a raised brow.

“We know Ghost. We don’t know him,” Alejandro said simply, effectively ending the discussion on the doctor.

Her nerves shot through her fingers, every bone in her body telling her to ‘stop this now, go back home’. The Captain made it clear to her that this was her choice, that she could always refuse if she didn’t feel like she could do it.

Her heart didn’t allow her to refuse. She knew she can’t stay away from this type of life, no matter how hard she tried to.

She’s tried filling it with a void of helping paediatrics and the elderly. She’s tried filling it by helping her family’s business grow. She’s tried filling it with more and more ways to make money to leave for her family should she ever be KIA. Morbid dreams visited her at night telling her that it would be for the health of her family if she’s gone.

A dry chuckle escaped her and rang through the empty cabin of the helicopter she agreed to take. That dream had scared her into trying to understand her own twisted mind. She bitterly remembered being overjoyed at the fact that she had, for the first time since that Selection test, been afraid. Those five years opened up many doors for her. She didn’t take any of them.

Her eyes landed on the briefing package next to her, taunting her of her new life. Casting a glance at her phone made her realise she had more than enough time to catch up on every one of her teammates. A growl. Snatching up the files and telling her mind to shut up, she got to work on reading. Task Force 141 awaited her.

The landing woke her up, as she would vehemently claim when Captain Price went into the aircraft to welcome her to the base. And for someone that had the sleep of the dead, she woke up pretty quickly, jumping up and greeting her future Commander.

“Captain! It’s good to see you again,” she smiled, hoping he wouldn’t see the strain of trying to pull such an expression.

“Likewise Badger. Thought I’d never be able to convince ya to come out here,” he retorted with a chuckle.

“Y’know me sir. I like to stay away,” she said with a shrug.

“But you still came ‘round.”

“Can’t leave some missions to just a couple of men, can I?”

“You’ll find them quite capable…”

“I know, sir. You do have a knack for things like this. Or people.”

She almost froze when she saw the hangar approaching them. Her heart leapt at her chest, giving way to an almost silent gasp. Price looked back at her. His moustache moved into an upward curve, reassuring her that none of them will judge her, that he will handle the negativity if they dare show it to her.

She grimaced back, taking a deep breath as she trailed behind him. A similar scene to this played out in her head. It was just after she got taken into the SAS, her little frame following Price like a very lost and scared puppy. She would have brought it up to him if it weren’t for the group of men standing in front of the door to the hangar.

They were focused on the Captain, which bought her lungs a few vital seconds to bring oxygen back to her brain again. She stood behind him, cemented into her mind where she tried to calm down. She couldn’t tell you where the onslaught of nerves comes from. But her logical brain piped up and stated that she is still grappling and accepting the fact that her future is changing. At a rapid pace.

“Come on out, little one,” Price coaxed, moving out the way to give his team a visual on their new doctor.

Her eyes widened, caught in headlights as she surveyed them all and trying her best not to swallow so hard when her eyes landed on who she assumed to be Simon “Ghost” Riley. He was a giant. One of the first she’s ever cowered before. She took another breath to prepare her voice to project.

“He’s a woman?!” came a bellow in a Scottish accent.

“A woman?!” They all synchronised, except for the giant that hung at the back.

That punched her in the gut. Now she lost her train of thought and was left floundering in the deep end. Unfortunately, her way of keeping her head above the water was to crack a few jokes.

“U-uh… yes. I do have breasts and l-last time I checked I… I do still have the traits of a woman…” she breathed, glancing down at her chest and the now flustered expressions of the men. “I a-assume you read my file so um. I’m uh. I’m just gonna answer what I can assume y-you all would like to a-ask… Um, yes, I did rip a man’s head off with my hands, no I can't recommend it because it makes a–um, a big mess and considering that at the area of where I fought at the time, I-I could’ve contracted the blood-borne disease, HIV.

“N-No I don’t sleepwalk and no I-I can’t kill in my sleep. No I… I am not so unhinged that I will slice the, the throat of any person that looks at me w-weirdly. I only became a psychologist for my well-being and found out I enjoyed helping people… I… I uhm. F-for right now, I will only be a practising physician and psychologist for Task Force 141. Sh-Should the need ever arise that I c-come onto the field, I-I take orders seriously and will act on them with no remorse because… Because I have been trained to do so. That w-would explain the phrase, ‘must be kept on a tight leash’. O-okay. Did I answer everything or is there more?” She finished with a sigh, releasing her shoulders from their tense posture.

Price wordlessly nodded at her to put her mind at ease. She responded with a ghost of a nod and looked back at the team. She would have laughed at their wide eyes and closed off stances. She could have sworn she saw the man she assumed to have the name Gaz gape his mouth only to shut it again.

“I’m guessing you’ve had to answer those questions before, chiquita?” The man she assumed to be Alejandro Vargas asked with a frown.

“Quite a few times,” she gave a dry chuckle and shrugged. “Mostly from the younger soldiers.”

“Sorry ma’am…” the man with the Scottish accent apologised, looking down at his feet as if his mother just scolded him for being rude

“Yeah, sorry for makin’ assumptions ma’am,” Gaz echoed the man’s sentiment.

“There’s no need for that, I’m sure you’re all wonderful folks once I know you better,” she laughed, waving her hand to dismiss their guilty looks. Wait… she laughed?

“Right then. Physical exams will start at 0900 once the Doctor’s set up,” Price stepped in, clapping his hands to get the men’s attention. “That’s fine right, kid?”

She gave a curt nod to her Captain and then to the rest of the team. With that, the debriefing of their new doctor ended, leaving them with more than just embarrassment. Her posture and mannerisms did not reflect her statistics in her file. Nor did her seemingly normal explanation give way to what she was—is like as an operative on the field.

#cod mwii #soap mctavish #john mctavish #captain john price #john price #gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #captain price #alejandro vargas #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x female reader #mw2

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afterhoursgame · 1 year

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A Night With...

Undine.

You hear the loud buzzing of Saturn's wings before you actually see her enter the living room. She zips into the room with dizzying speed, shouting a quick “Hello, Hello” to you, before yelling to her sister to hurry in. Saturn twirls and spins above you, keeping herself moving as she talks.

“She has something to ask you, yes yes. Something to ask, something to ask.” She repeats.

“I’m not goin in there.” You hear Undine from the doorway.

“In, in! Come in, sister! In!” Saturn zooms over to her sister, and a small battle ensues.

You watch curiously as she tries to pull Undine into the room, and try to make out what they’re saying to each other through hushed arguing.

“Is everything alright?” You ask.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Undine has something to ask, yes, yes. We talked about this! In, in!”

Saturn rushes out as she is finally able to haul her older sibling into the room.

Undine looks panicked and coughs loudly and fakely, straightening her a new satin dress you hadn’t seen her in before. Gone was her usual white coat, replaced with a thin, lace robe that hung just so off her shoulder. A new set of taller heels complimented the new look, making her already long legs look that much longer. You tried not to notice how high up the slit of her dress went up her left leg, choosing to instead avert your attention to lock eyes with her.

Seeing the two of you looking at each other finally, Saturn pops behind Undine, and gives her a shove, and wishes her good luck before she dives behind the couch.

Undine smooths down her hair, making her way over to you anxiously.

“Evenin’.” She clears her voice rather loudly when her voice starts cracking on your name.

“Um. So. I just. How are ya?”

You stare at her quizzically. “I’m fine. You have something to ask me?”

Her cheeks get a shade darker as she blushes, face scrunching up. “Ummm, yea, I suppose.”

She fiddles with her glasses, looking up to the ceiling. “So. Just know ya don’t have to say yes, or anything. I mean I would like if ya did, it’s just not mandatory. To say yes I mean, not that it’s mandatory I liked it. That… Okay.”

She takes an extended deep breath. “Do ya… want to maybe go to an event with me? It doesn’t have to be a date. I mean it’s for doctors and their partners, but we aren’t partners yet.”

Saturn giggles from her spot behind the couch, and Undine's face contorts even more as her own words register to her in the moment after.

“My god, not not yet.Partners does mean like… romantic partners in this case, but it can be work partners too! I mean maybe one day we could be partners, but right now I just want to know if you want to go with me?”

You both stare at each other for what feels like a century as you each process what she spewed out to you. She drops her face into her hands.

“My god, what a fuckin mess.” she groans.

“I completely understand if you don’t want to go after that. I mentioned the event to my sister and that I can bring a plus one, and how maybe you’d enjoy it? I didn’t mean to make a fool of myself.”

You think to yourself for a moment, looking over the woman you’ve been trying to get to know more personally. It might very well be a fun event, and a good way to spend some time with her, alone you think idly.

“When would it be?” You ask her, needing at least some time to prepare before you agree.

Her head snaps but from her hands. “What?”

“When is the event?”

"Oh! Um. It… it’s in a few hours?”

Your eyes travel to your half eaten lunch, and try to work through what your schedule would be after you’re done. With classes, more classes, and then more classes, spending the evening with Undine arguably sounds much better than that. So, so much better…

“I’ll go. What should I wear?”

Saturn shoots up from behind the couch, wings buzzing wildly “I can help with that yes, yes! Pretty outfits! Make you pretty, prettier! Make Undine nervous when you look nice! Come come! Bring food with you! So fun, fun!”

Saturn all but snatches you and your plate away from your seat, pulling you excitedly to her room for a makeover.

She flies in and out while you finish your food, pulling items from her own closet and yours, until she dresses you to both of your approval.

Your eyes roam over yourself, and you nod at your final look.

"Do you think she'll like it too?"

Saturn's grin overtakes her features "Yes, yes! She'll love! Let's show, let's show!"

You're dragged once more to the living room, but you feel the buzz of excitement start prickling at your skin, curious to know how Undine is going to feel about your look. The pair of you enter the room to Undine pacing and mumbling to herself incoherently. Saturn releases your hand to spin around her sister wildly.

"Look look! Dressed nice for you, so nice!”

Undine freezes in place, and you swear you can hear her gasp when the two of you lock eyes. Her face darkens in a blush, and an awkward, nervous smile tries to form on her lips.

“Wow… Don’t ya look… ya look lovely, eh? Heh, wow. Um.”

She looks to the floor as she approaches, and holds out a hand. You lay yours atop hers, and as her eyes close, she presses the lightest, gentlest of kisses to your knuckles. Your own face starts to heat up at the breaths that dust own your hand. Her head rises once more, an unsure yet gentle smile on her lips.

"Ready?"

You nod at her and follow as she guides you out, to the thrill of her young sister, who buzzes happily, legs kicking in the air.

Undine leads you outside to an automatic cab, holding to door up for each of you to slide in. She keeps your hand wrapped in hers, the thumb of her even numbered rubbing the top of yours. Undine sets the destination, and drops her eyes to your joined hands as the cab takes off.

"Is… is it okay? That I hold ya hand a little, I mean?" She asks quietly before looking at you.

You feel your face grow warm once again. "Yea, you can hold my hand."

She laughs breathily as she toys with the tips of your fingers. "Aren't ya sweet.. I'm not sure what to do ya know… when someone so pretty…"

"When someone so pretty… what?"

"Looks at me… when you..." She looks up to meet your eyes. "When you look at me. Looking as gorgeous as ever especially.. makes my mouth dry…"

You snort a little at that. "It makes your mouth dry when I look nice?"

"That… sounds incredibly dumb. I um.. I tried to think of something that might sound romantic. But I didn't want it to sound rehearsed, so I just said what came to mind. I'm thinking I probably should have cause this is getting worse by the minute the more I talk."

She clears her throat before continuing.

"So… do ya know how to dance at all? Not the best myself but I think we can we can make something work. Dont ya think?"

You smile at her, squeezing her hand a little tighter.

"I think we can"

#drabble #RO:Undine #after hours if #<3 #ahif #is this cute?#i think its fuckin cute #hope you all enjoy!#lmk your thoughts 💗💗

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