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He's A Killer

Summary: She’s known among her family and friends for being single, and everyone worries about her. Determined to prove them wrong, she finally makes her first move, only to discover that the person she likes is dangerous.

The second part : He's The Sweetest

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The emergency room of St. Grace Medical Center buzzes with activity. Doctors and nurses move swiftly, handling patients with precision. Voices blur together in the chaos, and the sharp scent of antiseptic fills the air.

You're inside the medical storage room, scanning shelves for the supplies the doctor requested: syringes, tubes, and medication vials. Besides, you is Clara, your co-worker and friend, busy sorting through trays.

"I told you I had that family dinner, right?" you say, picking up a pack of syringes.

"Yeah, how was it?" Clara asks, not looking up from the tray she's organizing.

“Dreadful. Dreadful. Dreadful,” you reply, shaking your head in exasperation.

Clara glances at you, a smirk forming. "Wow, three times? That bad, huh?"

The memory flashes through your mind: Sunday, family dinner. You sit across from your aunts, who seem more interested in your love life than the meal.

"Your mom’s worried about you, you know," one of your aunts says between bites. "She didn't tell you because she's afraid of hurting your feelings," another aunt adds. "You’re already over 30; the clock is ticking." "My friend’s son works at the oil company. I could get his contact if you want. He’s a good catch."

Back in the storage room, Clara's voice breaks through your thoughts. "Well, you probably won’t like this, but your aunt’s kinda right. I mean, bestie, I’m only saying this because I care about you."

You hum, trying to keep your focus on entering patient data into the system. Clara means well, but the topic is starting to get old.

“Honey, you’re a great friend and an amazing co-worker. Everyone here relies on you because you’re so reliable. You know why?” Clara’s voice softens as she leans in. “Because you’re single. You don’t have someone waiting for you, or someone to hang out with on Saturdays and Sundays.”

You freeze for a moment, glancing up at her with raised eyebrows.

“Please, go out and talk to someone," she continues. "You've been single for way too long. You deserve some love, girl. It’s not like you need to get married right away.”

Clara shudders, as if the thought gives her chills. “No, not at all! Just, you know, make friends first?” She winks playfully before gathering a tray of supplies and heading out to assist the doctor.

Alone in the storage room, you sigh, leaning against the counter for a moment. Clara means well, but every time someone offers to introduce you to someone, it irks you. You know you’ve been single for a long time—your whole life, really—but it’s not that you don’t want a relationship.

It’s complicated.

You've seen too many relationships fall apart. Your parents, your aunts, your cousins—all their stories weigh on you. The cheating, the abuse, the constant reminders from your cousins: “Don’t get married.” It’s no wonder you’re hesitant.

But what stings the most is finding out your father, who you always thought was a devoted husband, had cheated on your mom. That betrayal shaped your fears. You don’t want to end up like her—trapped in a painful, one-sided marriage.

Part of you is scared of commitment, scared of getting hurt. But another part of you craves it—a real connection. The irony of it all is that the same aunts pushing you to settle down are stuck in abusive marriages themselves. It’s almost comedic, in a sad, twisted way.

You shake your head, pushing the thoughts aside as you gather the last of the supplies.

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Working at ER felt like living in a whirlwind. You rarely went home, often staying for almost 24 hours at a time. The chaos of patients coming in with life-threatening injuries, doctors shouting orders, and the constant rush to save lives left you drained but fulfilled. When you finally had a day off, there was only one thing you looked forward to—visiting the zoo to see your favorite animal: the panda. 🐼

You’ve always had a soft spot for pandas. Something about their calm, slow movements and gentle nature soothed you. The baby panda, in particular, had become your little escape. Watching it tumble around, clumsily explore, or nibble on bamboo always brought you a sense of peace. You had its appearances memorized on your schedule since it wasn’t allowed out every day.

Today was one of those rare days off, and you made your way to the zoo, excited to see the baby panda. But when you arrived, the mood shifted. A zoo employee stood in front of the panda enclosure, addressing the crowd of disappointed families.

“Sorry folks, the panda viewing has been rescheduled. We have made an announcement on our social media last week—we worked on it all night, without sleep.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment. Without sleep? Try handling an ER at peak hours. Annoyed but resigned, you sighed and checked the next available viewing time. As the crowd started dispersing, one person caught your attention.

A tall man stood at the panda window, his broad shoulders slumped in disappointment. He sighed deeply before turning around. That’s when your eyes met. It wasn’t intentional, but the sudden connection caught you off guard. Quickly, you bowed your head and hurried away, feeling your cheeks warm from the brief moment.

The next day, you returned to the zoo, and this time, the baby panda was out. You joined the crowd, eager to see your favorite animal. The baby panda was as adorable as ever, tumbling clumsily around its habitat. You found yourself smiling, the sight of it immediately calming your busy mind. But as you glanced around, you saw him again—the tall man from yesterday. He was also watching the panda, just as captivated as the rest of the crowd.

The panda display ended too soon, and just as you were about to leave, the sky opened up and rain started pouring. The panda enclosure was far from the main entrance, and there was no shelter nearby. Luckily, you always carried an umbrella. As you received a message from the hospital calling you in for an emergency, you saw other visitors quickly opening their umbrellas and leaving one by one.

Soon, it was just you and the tall man left in the rain.

You noticed him glancing at his watch, pacing back and forth like he was debating whether to make a run for it. His indecision made you smile. He clearly wasn’t prepared for the weather. Without thinking much of it, you walked up to him, holding out your umbrella.

“Ehm,” you said, voice slightly raised over the sound of the rain. “Want to walk to the gate together?”

His eyes flicked to the umbrella in your hand before he gave you a small smile. “Thank you,” he said, stepping under it with you.

The walk was quiet, the sound of the rain drumming on the umbrella louder than any conversation you might have had. It should have felt awkward—after all, you were strangers—but the rain filled the silence. He stayed close to your side, even leaning a little toward you to make sure you weren’t getting wet. You noticed his left side was already damp, but he didn’t seem to care. Is he a gentleman? you wondered as you both continued walking.

When you finally reached the entrance, you closed your umbrella. The man pointed toward the parking lot. “My car’s pretty far,” he said, glancing toward the rain-soaked lot.

“I’ve got to go too,” you replied, showing him your phone. “I booked a car from the app. It should be here soon.”

He nodded, still standing close. You hesitated for a moment, then held out the umbrella to him. “Here. Take this. It’s better than running through the rain.”

He blinked in surprise, looking down at the umbrella. “How do I return this to you?”

You smiled, shrugging lightly. “It’s alright. I have more. But… if you really want to return it, you can find me at the hospital E.R. St. Grace Medical Center.”

His lips curled into a small smile, a flash of warmth in his eyes. “Alright then, the hospital. I’ll remember that.”

Before he could say anything more, your car pulled up. You gave him one last smile, ducking into the back seat, and as you drove off, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d see him again.

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The night shift at St. Grace Medical Center had just begun, but unlike most nights, the ER was unusually quiet. A handful of patients sat in the waiting area, the usual chaos replaced by a lull. The soft beeping of monitors filled the air, interrupted occasionally by the rustle of paperwork or a distant cough.

Clara, your ever-observant co-worker, stood beside you, arms crossed, her brow raised in curiosity. "You look different tonight. What’s going on?" She tilted her head, smirking slightly.

You paused, your lips twitching into a small smile. "Well… I met this guy when I went to see my favorite panda."

Clara’s smirk grew wide. “Ah, the fluffy black and white mammals. So, what makes this guy more special than your favorite animal?”

You were about to answer when a loud commotion broke out near the entrance. A drunk patient stumbled through the doors, yelling incoherently, bumping into chairs, and causing a scene.

“Perfect timing,” you muttered under your breath.

Clara groaned. "Here we go."

You both rushed over to try and calm him down. He was clearly in no state to be reasoned with, slurring his words and swaying dangerously as he tried to grab hold of another patient’s wheelchair.

“Sir, you need to sit down,” you said, holding up your hands in a calming gesture.

The man blinked at you, confused, then suddenly lunged forward, trying to grab your arm. Panic surged through you, but before he could make contact, a firm hand caught the drunk man's wrist.

"That's enough," a deep voice said from behind you.

You turned around, startled to see him—the man from the zoo. The one who borrowed your umbrella. He stood tall, his grip firm but not aggressive as he guided the drunk man back into a chair. The drunk patient, surprised by the sudden interference, mumbled something incoherent but didn’t resist.

Relief washed over you, and you let out a shaky breath. “Thanks. That could’ve gotten ugly.”

He gave you a soft smile. “It’s quiet here,” he said casually.

You quickly shook your head, eyes widening. “Don’t say that! You’ll jinx it.”

He chuckled at your reaction, then glanced down at your name tag. “Y/N, huh? Nice to meet you. I’m James Barnes, but most people call me Bucky.”

You blinked, feeling the warmth of his smile seep into you. "Nice to meet you too… Bucky."

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a familiar item—your umbrella. “Sorry I’m late returning this. Thanks again for letting me borrow it.”

You grinned, feeling a bit of your usual humor return. “Hey, as panda lovers, we have to help each other out, right?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. Did I really just say that?

To your surprise, Bucky laughed—a genuine, warm sound. “You’re right. We do.” Then, as if to return the favor for your kindness, he pulled a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket. “Actually, I have something for you.”

You furrowed your brows, confused, until you unfolded the paper. Your eyes widened in disbelief—it was a VIP ticket for a face-to-face panda experience, something you had only dreamed about.

“What? How did you get this?” you asked, astonished.

Bucky smiled, a little mischievously. “I’ve got some connections.”

Before you could fully process what had just happened, Bucky waved and left the hospital. As soon as he was out of sight, Clara whistled softly behind you.

“Well, well, well,” she teased, her tone dripping with amusement. “Is someone making panda dates now?”

You rolled your eyes, though a blush crept up your cheeks. "It’s not like that, Clara."

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, her eyes twinkling. “I’m sure it’s all innocent.”

The next day, you found yourself back at the zoo, clutching your VIP ticket nervously. And there he was again—Bucky, standing near the entrance, waiting for you.

“Hey,” he greeted you with that same easy smile.

“Hey,” you replied, feeling the familiar flutter in your chest. The two of you walked together into the building, and soon, the moment you'd been waiting for arrived: you were face to face with the baby panda.

Both of you were silent as the tiny creature waddled toward you. The panda was as adorable as you had imagined, its soft fur and curious little eyes making your heart melt. Bucky stood next to you, just as captivated. When the panda let out a small squeak, you both exchanged a glance, wide-eyed, before grinning like kids.

As you held the baby panda for a brief moment, you felt all the exhaustion from your long shifts melt away. It was like a small pocket of happiness you hadn’t realized you needed. You could hear Bucky chuckling softly beside you, clearly sharing the same sentiment.

“Why pandas?” he asked softly after a while, turning to look at you.

You shrugged, smiling. “They’re just… calming. Whenever I’m tired from the hospital or life, looking at them helps. It’s like all the stress just melts away.”

Bucky nodded thoughtfully, his gaze still on the baby panda. “I get it. My job is��� well, it’s tiring. Dangerous too. But seeing animals like this, being cuddled, living peacefully—it helps. Makes me feel like there’s still good out there.”

You glanced at him curiously, sensing there was more he wasn’t saying. “Sounds like a tough job,” you said carefully.

Bucky smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah… it can be.”

It's his turn to hold and cuddle the baby panda, and the sight is nothing short of heartwarming. The little creature, with its round face and soft, fuzzy coat, snuggles into his arms as he cradles it gently. Bucky’s eyes light up with a mix of joy and awe, his broad smile breaking through his usually composed demeanor. He chuckles softly, a sound that resonates with warmth, as the panda nuzzles against his chest, completely at ease.

There’s a brief pause, the kind that feels heavy with something unsaid, as he shifts his gaze from the panda to you. The moment stretches out, filled with unspoken tension.

Then, suddenly, he turns toward you, a hint of awkwardness creeping into his expression. “You know… if you’re not busy sometime, maybe we could grab a coffee? Or dinner, maybe?” His cheeks flush slightly, as if he’s unsure how his invitation will be received, but the sincerity in his eyes reveals his hopefulness.

Your heart skipped a beat. His voice was casual, but there was a hint of nervousness behind it, which made it all the more endearing.

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. “I’d like that.”

His face lit up, the awkward tension lifting. “Great,” he said, looking almost relieved. “I’ll, uh, message you then?”

“Yeah,” you replied, feeling the beginnings of a connection you hadn’t expected. “I’d like that a lot.”

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Your relationship with Bucky started innocently enough, bonding over your shared love for pandas and animals. What began as casual conversations about your common interests slowly grew deeper. The two of you spent more time together, texting throughout the day, meeting for coffee, or watching movies late into the night. It wasn’t long before you started spending nights at each other’s places. The closeness felt natural, and his easygoing demeanor made you feel safe.

Clara, of course, couldn’t resist teasing you about it. One evening during a shift, she shot you a knowing look. “You know,” she began with a smirk, “you should introduce him to your family. I bet his shadow alone could shut them up.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "One step at a time, Clara. I don't want him to run away after meeting my family."

Over time, your relationship with Bucky deepened, and intimacy followed. You spent nights at his apartment, and he did the same at yours. The affection between you two was comfortable and warm. Bucky worked as a contractor, which sometimes took him out of town for a while. That’s why, one day, he handed you the key to his apartment with a smile.

“Keep it,” he said. “Just in case you need to check on Alpine.”

Alpine was his cat, a fluffy white ball of fur who quickly won your heart. You adored her, and it was easy to see why Bucky did too.

One day, on your day off, you decided to spend the afternoon at Bucky’s place. It was quiet and cozy, perfect for unwinding after a long week. His salary as a contractor must be high enough that he can afford this house.

Alpine was curled up on your lap as you sat on the couch, absentmindedly stroking her soft fur. The gentle purrs coming from her were soothing.

Suddenly, Alpine’s ears perked up, and before you knew it, she jumped from your lap and padded over to the bookshelf. You watched curiously as she stretched her paws toward one of the shelves.

“What are you up to, little one?” you murmured, getting up to see what had caught her attention. As you reached out to move a book, you heard a soft click. Before you could react, the bookshelf started to shift, revealing a hidden door.

Your heart raced as you hesitated for a moment, but when Alpine darted through the opening, you knew you couldn’t just leave her. Steeling your nerves, you stepped inside.

The room you entered was nothing like the cozy, homey apartment you knew. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the scene before you. Guns lined the walls, various types of explosives were neatly arranged on shelves, and papers filled with detailed information were pinned to a whiteboard. It looked like something straight out of a spy movie—except it wasn’t a movie. It was real.

“When I finally make a move, turns out the man I like is a killer,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you picked up Alpine and quickly backed out of the room. You closed the secret door, your mind racing.

What do I do now?

You paced back and forth in the living room, your heart pounding in your chest. Your thoughts spiraled as you tried to process what you had just seen. Finally, in a panic, you grabbed your phone and dialed Clara.

After a couple of rings, her voice came through, light and cheery. “Yo, girls, what’s up?”

You swallowed hard, still clutching Alpine close to you. “Clara…”

“Yeah?” Her tone shifted slightly, sensing something was off.

You whispered into the phone, your voice shaky as you held Alpine close to your chest, “I think my boyfriend is a hitman."

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sick of the sun || katrina gorry x clara markstedt x teen!reader ||

you pass out at practice.

the weather would have been perfect if you weren't playing football. summer breaks were usually never so nice for you. the sun had been shining brightly all day with the temperature steadily rising throughout. you were careful to stay hydrated, but it didn't feel like it was nearly enough. your head had been absolutely pounding for the better part of an hour, and you weren't even halfway through training.

"alright ladies, take a couple of laps, and then we'll head in for film," the coach announced. you let out a big sigh in relief as you stood up. katrina and clara were both behind you in the cluster of teammates. you hated running with the group, so you didn't mind starting a bit faster or earlier to keep ahead. it was better to be early to the film sessions and get a good seat anyway.

you did well to keep ahead for the first lap easily. it was as you neared the midway point for your last one that trouble arose. at first, it was a little stumble. katrina didn't even notice it initially. with clara's head clear above everybody else's she could see the way you started to stumble before you fell down.

clara would have loved to claim getting to you first, but she had just barely been beaten to you by harper. since you had moved in with clara and katrina for the season, you had become like a big sister to the smallest aussie. you loved living with them, it was your favorite part of being at west ham. they treated you like you were one of their own, never letting you forget that you'd always be taken care of.

"harper, baby, i need you to move away from (y/n) for a moment," katrina said as she tried to separate the two of you. instead of letting her come closer, harper started crying as she hugged you tighter. "harper, we need to get her inside. come on, i'll hold your hand and we can stay with her in the trainer's if you'd like."

"not leaving her," harper mumbled sadly through her tears. katrina looked at a loss for what to do. each time that she tried to move the young girl away from you, harper broke into a fit of tears. clara tried her best to comfort katrina, but the swede was terrified for you.

"she's moving." clara nudged katrina, who looked down at you just as your eyes began to open. without warning, clara lunged forward and pulled you into a tight hug. you had no clue what was going on, but you weren't going to push clara away. it was obvious to you that she needed this, and you were more than happy to let her have it. she had comforted you countless times since you had begun staying with them.

"guys, come on, she needs to get to the trainer's," katrina said. you could tell that she didn't want to have to tell them to get off of you, but it was necessary. clara sighed and pulled harper off of you as she got up. katrina helped you onto your feet, and you were comfortably sandwiched between the two older women as they walked you to the trainer's.

there wasn't really anything their tests could pinpoint wrong with you. it was pretty obvious as soon as you got in there that you had been overheated and exhausted. the trainers got you sitting on one of the uncomfortable little check-in benches with an iv of electrolytes and a couple bottles of water. you had to finish all of it before they'd let you head over to the cafeteria for lunch.

"is (y/n) having a baby?" harper asked as she settled comfortably onto your lap. you tried to offer her a drink of one of your waters, but katrina and clara both silently scolded you for it.

"what? no!" you hadn't meant to immediately panic and get a bit flustered, but you felt like that question had come out of nowhere.

"(y/n) isn't having a baby. why do you think she is harps?" katrina asked. she was trying so hard not to laugh as she looked between your panicked expression and clara's very expressive rollercoaster of emotions.

"she's got a tube like clara had at the hospital," harper said as she reached for your iv line. everybody relaxed a bit, but clara honestly looked a bit shaken up even as the four of you made your way to get something to eat.

unsurprisingly, they kept a close eye on you for the rest of day. you were excused from the gym session and sent to look over different strategies. it was boring, and by the end of the two hour gym session, you swore that all of the words were melting together and forming new words. still, you persisted until clara came and got you to get ready to go back home.

"alright ladies, it is nap time!" katrina said dramatically with a clap of her hands. harper started to groan and drag her feet until she saw you very comfortably lay down on the sectional with clara. "are we all aware that we have beds to sleep in?"

"couch naps are, um, chef," clara said proudly. you bit your lip to hold in your laughter, having tried to teach clara some of the slang that you'd been learning on the internet.

"chief, clar, it's chief," you corrected. clara brushed it off, but you could see the pink hue to her cheeks anyway. "just standing over there by yourself and join us. you can lay on the other side of harper."

"alright, fine, but just so i can keep an eye on you." despite katrina's words, you knew that she really did want to join all of you. the couch was decently sized, but it was still a bit cramped. however, you liked to see it as an opportunity for everybody to get in close and cuddle. besides, it wasn't nearly as cramped as it would be if kyra, charli, and macca were there with you. that was like playing human tetris, but you still loved it.

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Retirement Party

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It’s strange to be back in London.

John still comes here once a week— A staunch refusal to switch to a new therapist, even if it would save him the short flight from Aberdeen Airport every Friday, his whole day eaten away by travel and the hour appointment with Dr. Clara.

He doesn’t like her. She thinks he’s stubborn and resistant.

She’s probably right.

For the first time, he thinks it might be a good idea to switch. Or stop coming in personally, conduct therapy online. Being away from Dalisay bothers him. He doesn’t like that she’s alone in the house. If something happened, he’d be so far away. She’d seen him off, kissed him at the door, said she’d make dinner for when he got back. She wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t want to. He had to trust her, even if it was a difficult thing to do.

It would probably kill him if he came home to an empty house.

“How have you been, John?” Kate’s voice on the phone sounds worried. He must have been in bad shape when he saw her last week. He hardly remembers. He feels like his old self again, centred, steady.

“Good. Better. Soap introduced me to someone.” Introduced being a generous term for what happened. “She’s been stayin’ with me.”

“You’re seeing someone?” The surprise in her voice is palpable. “John—”

“She’s somethin’ special, Kate. You’d like her.”

Kate hums in a way that implies that she doesn’t believe him. “What’s her name?” she asks, faux-casual. She wants to look Doll up.

“Dalisay Valmorida.” In truth, he wants to know more too. Without any resources, he couldn’t find much. Doll kept her social media private, and snooping through her email hadn’t revealed much of anything either, except lead him to a totally anonymized profile on a kink website that told him that she was interested in submission and ropes (could she be any more perfect?), and had a few pictures of the prettiest tits he’d ever seen. She has a tattoo on her ribs, apparently, floral and intricate, and he wants to drag his teeth over it. Hopes he gets a chance to. “But I’m not worried. She’s a sweetheart, Kate.”

“She’s staying with you?”

“Yeah.” He wracked his brain for something that wouldn’t sound both criminal and insane. "She was living in a bad neighbourhood, and lost her nanny job. Soap—”

Kate makes an amused sound. “Thought you needed looking after, huh?”

“Somethin’ like that. We were in a position to help each other, I s’pose.”

“How long has she been there? You didn’t mention her when I saw you last week.”

“She’s only been there since Friday night. Her place got broken into, we moved up the timeline.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Kate, there’s lots of things I’m not telling you.

“John, when you say you’re seeing her…”

“It’s new. It’s nice. I have a good feeling about Doll. I’m trying not to rush things, but you know me.”

“Well. Let’s grab lunch after your session. I’ll see what I can dig up before then. Usual place?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Alright. See you then.” She hangs up, brusque as ever.

He gets off the tube at the next stop and walks to the low-rise office building his therapist works out of. Greets Brenda that works the front desk, sits in the waiting room. He’s fifteen minutes early, just like always.

He sends Doll a text while he’s waiting, just asking how her morning’s going, and gets a response almost right away, a picture of the puppy they’d gone to see last week. The picture’s blurry, the pup too excited to hold still.

Doll: Mel came by after she dropped the kids off at school. We’re having tea at hers (:

John: Have fun, sweetheart.

His chest loosens a bit. She wasn’t planning on leaving him. She’s making friends with his friends, putting down tentative roots. He didn’t have to worry. He didn’t have to worry. He thinks about talking to Melissa about adopting the little thing. Seeing Doll coo and fuss over a puppy would probably make him act like a fool, but she’s been forgiving about the more honest things he’s said so far.

"John?" Dr. Clara calls him in. "Nice to see you. How was your trip down?"

"Fine. Same as always." John sits in the usual chair, and looks around the room like usual, clocking everything in it's usual space, except the tissue box on the table and a trashcan sitting closer to the chair than it’s usual position. Every other week the appointment just before his is a watery sort of woman, but he had been looking at his phone rather than at the door, letting himself relax enough to not notice the woman leave the room. "How are you?" Its a perfunctory question, going through the motions of politeness.

"Good." Dr. Clara settles into her own chair, notebook out. She's close to his age, beautiful in a cold, precise sort of way. Thin, a perfectly straight razor sharp bob framing her face. "Who were you texting?" she asks.

This throws off their rhythm. Usually she starts by asking if he'd done any of the journaling she asked him to do (he never did), and then if he'd gone down to the local legion to connect with other veterans (he hadn't).

"I— She's a friend. Of Soap's. Stayin' with me for a bit. String of bad luck, poor thing, lost her job and her apartment got broken into in the same week." The half truth comes more easily the second time. "She was really shook up."

"And you don't find the introduction of a new person into your routine disruptive?"

John frowns. "I think her comin’ along was disruptive in a good way. I needed to change some things around."

Dr. Clara raises her eyebrows. "Oh?"

"Eatin' better. Couldn't be arsed to cook just for me, but I'm gettin' three squares a day now. Haven't had a drink since Saturday. She likes a cuppa around the same time I'd usually have a night cap. Sleepin' a bit better." He bites back a smile. "The other day, I was workin' outside while she painted-- She's an artist, and a bloody good one— and she reminded me to rest my ankle. Still gets sore when I push too hard."

"Tell me more about her."

"We're still getting to know each other, but she's sweet. Patient. Not afraid to tell me what she thinks."

"Why would she be afraid?"

"I can be… well, you know how I can be. And she's just a soft little thing. Wouldn't blame her if she was nervous." John shrugged. "She's beautiful too.. Brightens up the whole room when she smiles. And funny. Makes clever comments. And has this way of celebrating moments for no reason at all. Had me spinnin' around in the rain the other day. Thinkin' about gettin' her a puppy."

Dr. Clara taps the end of her pencil on her notepad, clearly conflicted. This is the most John's spoken in a session without her having to pull it out of him word by word, but… "A puppy? John don't you think that might not be an appropriate gift for a woman you've known for, um…" she looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to fill in the gap.

"Well. A week," John admits. "But we've got a real connection. Something special."

"Is she planning on staying with you long term?"

"She might. I'd like her to."

"So you have intense feelings for a woman you don't know, and all your short-lived progress is based on her presence, is that what you're saying?"

John's eyes narrow. Of course it sounds crazy to her. She doesn't know Dalisay. "I know her."

"Do you? You met her just a week ago, John." Dr. Clara sighs. "Do you think maybe you see winning her over as a mission? That you're returning to that rigid military mindset that brought you to me in the first place?"

John shakes his head. "It wasn't the military mindset that brought me here. It was those damn pills."

"John—"

"No, I know what you're going to say. Don't bother."

“John. If you know what I’m about to say, I’d like to hear you say it.”

He huffs, and looks away, drumming his fingers against the arm of the chair. It’s hard to meet her steely gaze for long. He doesn’t like being scrutinized, and that’s all these sessions are. "You'd usually say something like, almost losing Soap led me to take risks I shouldn't've, that I blame myself for his injury, that the stress of trying to make sure my team never got hurt in a field where getting hurt is inevitable put me under tremendous stress, and that my own injury left me with nothing but time to contemplate my guilt. The pain killers were a way to turn the feelings off."

Dr. Clara nods, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "So you do listen."

"I don't see what this has to do with Dalisay."

She gives him a pitying look over her reading glasses. "You don't give yourself room to make mistakes, John. That inflexibility is the problem. If you build good habits on someone else's foundations, what happens if they leave? You'll be right back where you started."

“You’re so sure she’ll leave?”

Dr. Clara sets her notebook down in her lap and leans forward, hands clasped together. “It’s not about her, John. It’s about you. You are worth doing this work for. You have to be able to stand on your own two feet. People are fallible. Things happen, we lose people we care about. It’s part of living. The only person you can’t live without is John Price.”

He crosses his arms. “You told me I needed to make connections with other people.”

“I did. And you still should. But this is not what I meant and you damn well know it. Jumping into a relationship when you’re still struggling like this is not going to be healthy. You’re headed for codependency at best. If you really care about this woman, you need to consider what she needs too. If she told you she was seeing a veteran that struggles with substance abuse, that turns any negative feelings into anger, that can’t compromise or be flexible, that needs to be in control—”

“I get it. I’d tell her she deserves better.”

“So be better, John. Start with the journal. Actually buy one before you go home. There’s a stationary shop down around the corner.”

He snorts. “You get a commission for sending your patients there?”

“Yes, John, you’ve unearthed my diabolical plot. I’m in cahoots with the stationary store,” she says dryly. “It doesn’t matter where you buy the damn journal from. Write your feelings on the back of a receipt for all I care. Just try. If all you write down every day is that you hate that I’m making you do it, that’s still progress.”

“Alright, alright.” He supposes he can cede a little ground. Dr. Clara has been going on about that since their first session, so maybe there’s something to it.

He finds himself walking into the stationary store and breathing in the scent of paper and ink and glue. It reminds him of Doll’s art store. He wonders if she’d like a place like this. Probably. She’d probably tell him to listen to Dr. Clara too.

Running his fingers over the spines of the shelf of journals, he stops at one with a soft leather cover. He pulls it down and thumbs through the pages. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for exactly, but it has lines and a spot for the date at the top of each page, so that’s probably good enough. The man at the counter asks if he needs a pen too, and he glances at the one the man’s holding, a fountain pen with a shiny wood-grain finish, and swallows the no that nearly leaves his tongue.

“Sure. Yeah.”

He meets Kate at a pub not far from the London base. She’s still working, of course, just like he should be, but unlike him, she didn’t have a breakdown that cost him everything. When things happen that Kate can’t handle, she can beak down privately, and her wife puts her back together, better than new. He’s been envious of that for a long time, of that stability that Kate gets to come home to.

She’s working on something, tapping away at her phone when he settles across from her, but she glances up and gives him an apologetic smile. “Hey, John. Just give me a second, I have to finish replying to this email.”

He just nods, used to this. Kate’s always in the middle of something. He waits patiently while she works, and quietly orders a tea when the server comes around to ask.

He doesn't miss the questioning look from Kate. She sets her phone down and really studies him, eyes narrowed.

"What?" He asked.

"We've gotten together for lunch almost every week for the past year, and this is the first time you haven't ordered a beer."

"Don't feel like having one."

"You're sleeping better too. You look good, John."

He couldn't deny that he felt better. More like himself. Settled in his skin, engines rumbling, ready for anything. "I guess Doll's been a good influence. You looked her up?"

"I did. Not much of a presence online. Found an old art blog that she hasn't updated for years, has a couple of very sparse social media accounts. Was two years into a fine arts degree from Manchester university when she switched to english lit. Worked part time as an educational assistant in an elementary school, and then started working for Kevin and Isla Kinsey five years ago."

"That's it?" He's not sure if that's a relief or a disappointment. He knows most of that already.

"No. She's had some involvement in anti-war groups, nothing major, but I pulled that thread all the way to the terrorist attack on Piccadilly Circus back in 2019. Her parents were both killed."

"Huh." That explained a lot.

"Michelle actually knows her. She curated a show that Angela— her mother— was featured in. That's why they were in London in the first place."

"Christ. No wonder she dropped painting for so long."

"Has she picked it back up? She should call Michelle once she's put a few things together. She has what Michelle calls a compelling story."

"I'll let her know." He sighs. "Anything else?"

"She's an only child, but there’s lots of family in the Philippines, a grandmother in Aberdeen. A few cousins in Canada and the states. Pretty much all clean, keep out of trouble types. There's not much more I can tell you from my end, unless you want me digging through the filing cabinet at her old therapist's office. Old school, offline records." Kate shrugs. "I could. But I think you'd be better off just talking to her."

"Probably. Thanks, Kate. Kinda had it in my head that she was too good to be true." John flashes a smile at the server when she brings him his tea, and orders a salad, which really has Kate looking at him like he's mad.

"You keep this up, you could come back to work," she says. "You just need Clara to sign off on you. Which means consistency."

"Yeah. I'm tryin' her journal idea. Not sure that I'd go back anyway. Maybe it was just time." A few weeks ago, he would be chomping at the bit to go back. But now that there’s something else to give him some purpose, he’s not sure he wants to.

"Up to you. You're not there yet anyway. Now, I want to hear about this girl from your side." Kate picks up her soda (always diet, always something caffeinated) and gives him a pointed look.

He talks about Doll for a bit, gets a bit more work talk out of Kate, and when they part ways, they tentatively talk about Kate and Michelle coming up to meet her before long. It’s a nice thought. He'd like to get the lads back up too, but Kate’s a safer bet to start. Doll might forgive the boys if they grovel enough, and if things are looking promising between her and John. It's always easier to justify an overstep if the results are ultimately positive, so he has to make sure that Dalisay is happy and settled before he considers it.

It'll be a tough road if she doesn't want to reconcile with them. Not impossible, but he wants all of his people to get along. He wants his kids to know the men that have stood by him for all these years.

He sends a few texts to Dalisay, but there’s no response. He spends the short flight rationalizing why she might not have noticed her phone. Maybe she’d left it in her purse when she got back from Mel’s, or let the battery run out. She wouldn’t leave without telling him. She wouldn’t.

By the time he gets to his truck, he’s convinced that something’s happened.

He makes the hour drive back in forty minutes, parks erratically, and runs for the house, gravel sliding under his feet, his ankle twinging.

He tumbles through the door, half expecting a disaster, a crime scene, and instead sees something out of his most revisited domestic daydreams, set to some bouncy sort of pop music.

Dalisay is leaning over the stove, hips moving to the music, wearing a pretty floral skirt, socks pulled up over her thick calves to the knee, her feet sliding on the tiles as she moves. Her soft dark hair is up in a messy bun, a pencil and a paintbrush stuck through it. The whole house smells amazing, whatever she has cooking sure to be well worth the light lunch. There's a painting started on a canvas set up in the living room, just a soft gradient of blue and gold. And best of all, when she does a little spin and notices him at last, she beams at him. "John! You're home!"

"I am," he agrees, grinning back when she throws herself into his arms, squeezing him tight around the middle. He wraps his own arms around her shoulders, relishing the press of her soft little body against his. "How was your day, Doll?"

"It was really nice! I had a good time chatting with Mel, and I made dinner. And dessert even." She doesn't make any move to pull away, just looks up at him, pretty dark eyes fixed on his face. There’s an echo of relief in her eyes too, like she had been as worried about him, as he had been about her. "I'm glad you're home safe. You really go all the way down to London every week?"

He nodded. "I could change doctors, but I get lunch with a friend while I'm there— Kate. You'd like her. Maybe, once you're settled in a bit more, we could invite her and her wife up for dinner."

"Oh, that would be nice. So long as she's more sane than the friends I've met so far."

"Considerably. Can I kiss you hello?"

She hummed, as though she were considering it, although the laughing look in her eye said yes long before she gave a verbal affirmation.

He's the luckiest man in the world, he thinks as he leans down to kiss her soft lips.

Things are looking up. Things are good. And it's all thanks to to her.

He's going to make her the happiest woman in the entire world. She deserves nothing less. She deserves his best too, and he’s determined to be a better man than he has been in a long while.

She breaks the kiss by dropping her heels back to the floor. “Are you hungry? Dinner’s almost ready. We have time for a cup of tea first, if you’d like.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Image Credits: Banner - Banner Background - Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 18

Apricot jam calms the Eighth Doctor down.

The Fifth Doctor once shot the Master in the chest.

Once while under attack by space amoeba, the Fourth Doctor briefly reverted back to the Third Doctor.

Once when the Eleventh Doctor took River Song out for her birthday, she somehow cloned herself in an incident the Doctor fought hard to forget about.

The Thirteenth Doctor and River Song co-wrote The Dark Times Times.

Over his life, the Doctor has had many fears, including fire, heights, spiders, receiving healthcare, the dark, being imprisoned or kept in tight spaces, and many more.

The Sixth Doctor is critical of the Thirteenth Doctor due to her vocabulary.

Even though the Fifth Doctor would sometimes hide from Tegan in the Cloister Room, he told her that he couldn't "bear the thought of not having her around."

River Song gifted Amy a tube a hallucinogenic lipstick for Mother's Day one time.

At first, River thought the Eye of Harmony was a nightclub.

The Third Doctor once spent a summer on a narrowboat with Mary Berry.

The Fifth Doctor does not like being referred to as sweet.

Clara Oswald has been known to phone the TARDIS to get to school on time if she overslept.

The Eleventh Doctor didn't immediately banish himself to the 19th century after Amy and Rory were taken by the Weeping Angels. He eventually decided to stop meddling after he was tricked by the Dalek Time Controller.

Just as the Eighth Doctor's favorite number is 8, the Eleventh Doctor's favorite number is 11.

The people of Trenzalore observed on many occasions that the Doctor had "occasional moments of insanity."

Clara Oswald was the model for Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. The Twelfth Doctor thought da Vinci captured Clara's smile perfectly even though the painting did not portray her exact likeness.

When shown evidence of Peri's 'death,' the Sixth Doctor felt a pain so sharp it was like dying himself.

In an alternate timeline, River Song and the Doctor began a passionate romantic relationship beginning when he was the First Doctor and married by the time he was the Fourth Doctor. In this timeline, she and the Third Doctor would meet up without the Brigadier's knowledge to practice one-legged Venusian aikido while blindfolded on a tightrope.

While on Trenzalore, the Eleventh Doctor lost his leg due to nasty business involving a Tsunami Snake.

The Eighth Doctor notably has a fetish for pink bunny slippers.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

[ellitlou]

♪ CHERRY CONTACT ♪ part 1

pairing modern!ellie x cousins best friend!reader

synopsis ellie, you, and your best friend clara had spent every summer together since you were ten. ellie decided not to come for four entire summers, and it was just you and clara. this summer, ellie finally comes back, and she’s different. she’s hot. your harmless, childish crush isn’t so childish anymore.

warnings ! - smut, oral sex+fingering reader receiving, ellie teasing you a lot, also my first fic so pls lmk if i should do something differently!

playlist

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Cherry Flavored - The Neighborhood

Ribs - Lorde

Stargazing - The Neighborhood

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd

you always wore the same cherry flavored lip gloss. it made your lips the perfect subtle shade of red that you just loved. plus, it tasted good.

your best friend, clara, was more of a clear lipgloss girl, but she still teased you over your obsession with the lipgloss.

it was a summer in your town, and one hot day you’d noticed you ran out of one of the tubes you had. you’d expected you’d run out soon, but unfortunately you didn’t prepare. you still searched through your makeup bag for a spare, but it was no use.

you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your keys and bag and walked towards the door. “i’m gonna go to the store!” you shouted for your mother to hear. “okay!” she shouted back.

you weren’t only going to the store for the lipgloss, of course, you needed a few other things, but the lack of the lipgloss at least got you out of bed.

as you were walking to your car, that’s when you noticed your best friends cousin had arrived. your friend, clara, had been telling you how excited she was to see her cousin, ellie. you looked across the street and saw the taller girl, being welcomed by your best friend. after they shared a hug, clara noticed you and waved. you blocked the sun from your eyes to get a better look and then waved back and got in your car.

ellie was a lot different now, you realized. you met ellie when you were ten and ellie was eleven, eight years ago when clara had her over for the summer. you guys swam together and had so many fun sleepovers. now, ellie was a lot taller from what you could see, and her hair was shorter.

later on, once you got back from the store, you were walking in with your bags. you then got a call from clara, which you struggled to pick up.

“hello?” you said, trying to unlock the door, although it was extremely difficult with one hand, full of bags.

“ellie’s here!” clara practically screamed over the phone.

“i saw.” you laughed, successfully getting the door open.

“you should come over.”

“one sec—“ you put the phone on the counter.

“mom, i got the shampoo you wanted!” you shouted, before grabbing your bag of stuff and walking back towards your room.

“when do you want me to?” you asked, picking the phone back up.

“uhh like now?” clara said in a sarcastic tone.

“you’re gonna have to give me a minute, gotta change and stuff.” you said, laughing at clara’s tone.

“we’re gonna go swimming, so bring a swim suit!” clara insisted. she then hung up, and you threw your phone back on the bed.

the entire exchange reminded you of your childhood together.

once ellie came over, clara would call your mom on her mom’s phone. you would normally pick up and clara would beg for you to come over. then, you would beg your mom and eventually she’d give in. once you got there, you guys with you stupid childish things, but it would be fun. it was always so fun. you often found yourself during the months of december and november longing for it to be summer simply because of those days.

“hey thanks for the shampoo. you going to claras?” your mom stood at your door way while you looked for a swim suit top. you didn’t have a pool, but clara did, so every time you were in your swim suit or getting your swim suit, your mom knew where you’d be going.

“yep, ellie’s there.” you said, smiling.

“oh really? it’s been a while since you’ve seen her, huh?” your mom said.

“yep, im pretty excited.” you beamed.

“have fun kiddo, text me.” your mom said, walking back up to her room.

“i will!” you confirmed, before closing your door to change.

you adjusted your bag with your change of clothes and pajamas in it as you walked towards clara’s house. you had just applied your trusty cherry lipgloss and you felt ready. still, you were nervous. for the past four years, you spent your summers with clara and some school friends. ellie wasn’t apart of the picture. ellie had moved further away then, and she spent summer with a lot of her new friends. now, ellie was planning on moving to where you and clara lived, and clara was ecstatic. you weren’t super excited necessarily, because it’s been four entire years. what if ellie was different? what if summer was different? you were far to attached to your summer nostalgia to even accept that fate, but you knew there was only one way of knowing, and that included finally ringing your best friends doorbell instead of standing around.

you pushed the button, standing back before hearing a soft running sound towards the door. the door swung open, revealing an extremely excited clara.

“hey! i’m so excited!” she exclaimed, leading you by the arm into the house. “i’ll put your bag upstairs.” clara said before grabbing your bag. “ellie’s already by the pool.” she shouted from midway up the stairs. “‘kay” you shouted back, walking towards the sliding doors. once you stepped out, that’s when you saw her up close. she was sitting by the pool, feet dangling in the water. she was wearing a green ribbed tank top and black shorts. her figure was a lot more muscular, and you noticed she had a tattoo. she was different…she was hotter.

ellie noticed you and put her head back, looking at you upside down. she smiled, before turning around and standing up.

“hey y/n.” her voice was deeper. she walked over to give you a hug and that’s when you fully noticed the height difference. “it’s nice to see you ellie.” you said, before she embraced you, her frame hugged yours.

she smelled warm, but also like trees and pine cone. you couldn’t get enough of the smell.

“you look good.” ellie said when she leaned back. she walked towards a table where she had her phone, and quickly checked it before putting it back down. you walked over to the same table and began taking off your outer clothes and leaving your bathing suit.

“you too.” you smirked, before pulling your shirt over your head.

“damn!” you heard behind you, which was clara, walking out with a tray of drinks. “you look good! and i made some margaritas, they may not be good, but i tried.” clara said, setting the tray down.

“ooh sounds good.” you wiggled your eyebrows, before taking a sip. your face immediately went sour. “you weren’t wrong.”

“can’t be that bad.” ellie said, grabbing one. her face reacted immediately. “it’s…strong.”

“oh come on! i tried!” clara pouted.

“let’s just go swimming.” ellie suggested, before stripping from her black jean shorts. it revealed a matching green bikini bottom, showing off her body. “let’s go!” clara said, then she threw off her shirt and jumped in.

you and ellie looked at each other for a moment and she laughed, before walking towards the steps. clara came up and looked directly at you after she cleared her eyes.

“jump in!” she insisted. you took a deep breath before walking towards the deep end. “come on, you got this!” clara cheered. you ran and jumped in, adrenaline taking over before you hit the freezing cold water. it wasn’t really that cold, but you just weren’t used to it.

“shit!” you screamed when you came up, running your hands over your hair.

you three played in the pool, laughing, splashing each other. it was honestly the most fun you’d had since ellie hadn’t come back four summers ago. you three were sitting on the ledge together, drying off.

“i’m glad you came back ellie.” you said, looking towards her. she was drying her hair with a towel when she looked over.

“i’m glad i did too.” she smiled.

“let’s watch a movie after we get showers.” clara said, standing up and making her way towards the door.

you sat against the bed, on your phone after your shower. clara laid on the bed behind you.

“why exactly did ellie not come back?” you asked clara. she stared at her phone, not looking away.

“clara.” you called her. “huh?” she looked over.

“why didn’t ellie come back?” you asked again.

“i dunno…friends i guess?” she said. “but i think she had a lover.” she raised her eyebrows. you turned around and looked at her.

“really?”

“i mean, i’m not sure. but why else would you ditch the coolest cousin ever and her best friend and the most awesome summer experience? a girlfriend…or boyfriend.” she said.

“maybe…who knows.” you said.

“hey guys.” ellie walked in, wearing a black tee-shirt and plaid pajama pants.

“hey, what movie do you guys wanna watch?” clara got up, walking out of her room. ellie and you followed.

“anything, let’s browse.” ellie said.

then, the doorbell rang. “oh! it’s the food.” clara said, running towards the door.

you and ellie sat on the couch. you got another smell of her, this time she smelled a lot more like warm vanilla. maybe it was her shampoo, you weren’t sure. she turned to look at you, and you looked back. you guys were just staring for a second, and you opened your mouth to say something, but clara walked in with the food.

“get your food guys!” clara said, dropping the bags on the table.

you all grabbed your drinks and your food and picked out a movie, which you settled on a horror movie. you guys always watched horror movies during your summers, but when you were kids you had to hide it a lot more. now, you watch them freely.

you and ellie sat next to each other for the entire movie, and feeling her thigh against yours was making you go crazy. you started to realize what you were feeling when she reached over to steal a fry and her chest rested against your shoulder. you wanted her. not just as a friend, but more.

“uh, i’ll be right back.” you said, in the middle of the movie. you walked towards the bathroom and closed the door, resting against the door. this reminded you of when you were kids, again. you remember having a silly crush on ellie. she was funny, cute, and everything you liked. she would tease you a lot and you loved it. you loved when you guys got to share the mattress next to clara’s bed because when you turned your back, ellie would poke your back and tickle you when you least expected it. now that you were older, it didn’t feel like a silly crush anymore. she made you nervous; she made you quiver. you could barely breathe when she got too close. this was too real, and god you hated it. you reached into your back pocket, grabbing your favorite cherry lipgloss, and applied it before sticking it back. it made you feel more at peace if you had it on, as weird as it sounds.

you walked back in a few minutes later, and you sat back in between ellie and clara.

“you good?” ellie asked.

“yeah! i’m good.” you smiled, and clara unpaused the movie.

“you still wear that lipgloss, huh?” ellie whispered. you turned your head, your faces dangerously close. your breath hitched, and you couldn’t move. before you made it weird, you replied.

“yeah..”

“cool.” ellie said, turning back towards the movie.

once the movie was over, you noticed both ellie and clara were asleep. you quietly paused the credits, and tried to stand up without waking them up. this happened a lot during the summer, either it was you and clara, or it was clara and ellie. after a movie, at least someone would pass out. at like 2am you’d wake up with a sore neck and make your way to the bed. it happened like that every time.

you definitely weren’t really tired, so you went up to clara’s room, and laid on her bed, playing on your phone. still, random tiktoks couldn’t distract you from your lingering feelings. you realized you needed fresh air, so you went to your favorite spot. clara has a window that leads to the roof, so you climbed out and sat up there. she had an area where she put blankets for everyone to stargaze, but you guys obviously didn’t get to it tonight. you climbed over and sat on the blanket. this part of the roof was actually made for people to be able to sit on, so it wasn’t hard to get on and it was private. you laid back, watching the stars for a little while.

around an hour later, you heard the window creek open further, and ellie climbed out. “ah, so this is where you ran off to.” she said, climbing over to you. she sat next to you, looking up at the stars. “clara’s in bed, she left the same mattress for us, but i set up the couch for me to sleep on.” ellie said. “you don’t have to.” you replied. “you sure?” she laid back and looked at you. “yeah.” you said, after turning and looking at you. “the stars are pretty.” ellie said, turning to look back at the sky. “they are. they look like your freckles.” you joked.

“you always say that.” she smiled, looking back towards you. silence lingered for a few minutes, and you both continued looking at the stars.

“you know, it actually was a girlfriend. i had a girlfriend back in wyoming, that’s why i stayed.” ellie admitted. you didn’t say anything for a moment.

“so you heard?” you asked, smirking. “well you aren’t exactly super quiet.” ellie teased.

“was it serious?” you asked, realizing how stupid the question was. she blew off four years of summers with her cousin just to be with a girl; of course it was serious.

“i guess so. but she kinda sucked.” ellie said.

“how so?” you asked.

“she was great, for the first two years at least, but then she became, i don’t know, mean?” ellie said. “she started being weird and saying i changed too much or that i was becoming too masculine.” she said. “we kissed a lot, but other than that, it wasn’t really romantic. i eventually realized we were kind of better off friends.” she continued. “of course when i said that, she broke up with me on the spot last summer.” ellie said.

“damn, i’m sorry.” you said.

“nah its okay. i’m not worried about it.” ellie said.

“you seeing anyone?” ellie asked. you glanced towards her, wondering why she was asking. maybe you were delusional, but you started to wonder if it’s because she was into you too, but it was definitely too soon to know.

“uh..no.” you said.

“how come? you seem like you could pull anyone.” she said. your stomach started to whirl, and you laughed.

“i guess, but i’m just not interested.” you admitted.

“makes sense.” ellie said.

ellie turned towards you for a second before sitting up.

“you changed a lot you know? in a good way.” she said.

“you too.” you admitted.

“honestly, you looked amazing in your bikini.” ellie said. you froze. did she really just say that? it was just out of no where.

“what?” you said.

“shit, sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” ellie started to sit up, but you stopped her by grabbing her shoulder.

she looked back, this time your faces even closer than before.

“it didn’t make me uncomfortable.” you said. “it didn’t?” she asked.

“you looked good in yours too.” you said, your faces inching closer. “fuck it.” ellie said, connecting your lips immediately. when your lips collided, a million thoughts started to race through your brain, but the only thing you focus on was how her hand was touching your waist. you leaned, back, making eye contact with her. her eyes looked extremely lustful and her lips were coated in your cherry lipgloss.

“i always wanted to know what your lipgloss tasted like.” ellie smirked, you smiled back before connecting your lips again, this time throwing your leg over hers and sitting on her lap. she ran her hands down your waist and to your ass, before she gave it a tight squeeze. you moaned into the kiss, and you could feel her smile. she turned you over, not breaking the kiss while she ran her hands under your sweater. you broke the kiss and looked at her again.

“is this okay?” she asked. “yeah, but should we do this out here?” you asked.

“no one can see us.” she said, before kissing you again. you leaned back a little, letting her pull off your sweater, which revealed a white see-through bra. “fuck.” she whispered, before reaching to unhook your bra, which you assisted her with. once it loosened, she immediately began massaging them, and kissing your neck. she kissed all the way down towards your breasts, and began sucking and licking your hard nipples. “you have the prettiest boobs i’ve ever fucking seen.” she said.

you laughed, throwing your head back for a second. “thank you.” you said. she then leaned down towards your face and kissed you again, this time it was very slow and passionate, full of lust and longing for one another.

ellie then positioned herself in front of you and began kissing down your neck again. she went all the way down your torso, which you moaned at, because she left a few hickeys around your belly button. once she got to your elastic shorts, she ran her hands underneath them.

“can i?” she asked, before she pulled them off. “mmhm.” you said, eagerly. she smiled at your eagerness, before pulling them down. they revealed matching see-through underwear, which she was immediately in awe at.

“god, you’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.” she said.

“shut up.” you laughed. she smirked before she began kissing you softly around your cunt. once she made her way to your cunt, she kissed your clit softly. “stop teasing.” you joked. “oh, but it’s my favorite thing to do.” she teased, once again. you shook your head, before she began pulling down your underwear, revealing your cunt.

“you’re so pretty.” she said, looking up towards you.

“stop” you said embarrassed.

“you actually want me to?” she asked. you froze for a second and made eye contact with her. her face in front of your pussy, staring up at you. the picture was surreal.

“no.” you spoke.

she leaned towards your cunt, giving your clit another kiss, this time on your bare clit. she then gave your pussy a lick from the bottom to the top.

“fuck.” you leaned back more, resting on your elbows. she began licking your clit faster, her form absolutely amazing, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“holy shit.” you moaned out, looking back at ellie, who’s head was face first into your pussy. she began licking your hole, and you knew your wetness was bleeding out onto her tongue. she brought her finger up, sticking one in your cunt slowly.

“oh my god.” you said, surprised but in complete pleasure.

“you like that?” she asked, her voice seemed much deeper.

“mhm.” you moaned out. she began pushing it in and out slowly, while licking your clit. you moaned a little louder this time, but you tried to stay quiet because clara was sleeping.

“please, ellie, faster.” you begged with a moan. she stuck another finger in, her rhythm picking up.

“holy shit i think i’m gonna come.” you said. she started to go faster with her fingers and with her tongue on your clit.

“fuck, ellie!” you moaned out, arching your back as she finger fucked you. the pleasure she was delivering was absolutely unreal. she’s definitely done this before, you thought. right then, you came around her fingers, riding them a bit as you did. she leaned back. “did you come?” she asked. you breathed in and out trying to understand what she was saying.

“yeah, yes i did.” you breathed out, laying back. you stared up at the stars for a few minutes, unsure of what to do now.

“you okay?” ellie asked, looking at you.

“that was amazing.” you said. she smirked, before leaning in and kissing you again. you leaned in towards the kiss, kissing her with the utmost passion, tasting yourself on her tongue, which included the taste of your pussy and your cherry lipgloss. right then, you broke the kiss.

“what time is it?” you asked, picking up your phone.

“we should go to bed.” ellie said, seeing the time reading 3:52am. “yeah for sure.” you said, grabbing your clothes and slipping them back on. you grabbed your phone and climbed back towards the window.

“definitely gonna tease you about how fast you came.” ellie teased.

“shut up.” you nudged her. she almost lost her balance and looked at you in disbelief.

“hey, if i fall off who’s gonna give you more amazing head?” she teased, once again.

“you’re never gonna let this go, are you?” you asked.

“nope.” she smirked.

[xirayn]

Steddie dads: the origin of Sam

"I want a baby."

Steve nearly chokes on his sandwich as his brain tries to process Robin - staunch feminist and critic of gender roles - wanting a baby. He knows she loves her career traveling the world as a translator and interpreter, and baby doesn't exactly fit into that. He barely fits beyond letters and lunches during long layovers in Chicago like the one they are currently having.

"You?" he asks after a few coughs to direct the bite of sandwich down the correct tube. "A baby? Why?"

"It just seems like an amazing experience. You bring a literal human being into this world and get to watch them grow and become their own person. They're part of you, but completely independent with their own thoughts and feelings and future. Like, they start as basically a parasite, then they learn to walk and talk and explore the world and question and read and get their own sense of humor and ideas -"

"I know, Robin." Steve sighs. He knows she isn't trying to hurt him, but her words do all the same. It is why he wants a kid. Nurturing a child and watching them grow is a dream he has given up on. "Eddie and I have wanted kids for a long time, but -" It isn't feasible for them. Not now. This is about Robin, though. "A kid isn't going to fit into your jet-setting lifestyle."

"I said I wanted to have a baby, not raise a kid." Robin steals a fry off his plate. Steve rolls his eyes.

"I don't think you can do that."

"Why not? Men do it all the time." She pops the fry into her mouth.

"Because they have a wife or nanny or someone who will raise their kid."

Robin smiles as she chews. Her expression encourages him toward the solution for a puzzle she has already solved. He studies her, replaying their conversation back in search for what has been left unsaid. Robin wants to have a baby for someone else to raise. Men have kids they leave to be raised by their wives or someone they've hired. Not all, of course, though men are still praised for doing something as basic as babysitting as if it isn't their own child they are watching. Robin doesn't have a wife and wouldn't have a child just to pay someone to raise them...

Steve and Eddie want to raise a child.

His mouth forms a circle of revelation. The love he has for Robin swells in his chest. Her face softens as she watches him understand what she is offering.

"I want to have your baby," Robin tells him softly, almost cautiously, as if he might reject the gift she is offering him. Naturally, she tries to cover with a tumble of words. "Not the traditional way. That would be - ew. There are other ways, though. My friends Alex and Clara did it. Alex's brother jacked off into a cup in another room, then Clara took it and, just, put it up there."

"Like with a turkey baster?" It is the dumbest thing Steve could ask, but it eases the tension developing in Robin's shoulders.

"No, Dingus," she laughs. "There is this latex cup used for periods they used. Sample goes in the cup, cup goes by the cervix, nature does the rest."

"And by sample, you mean jizz."

"Ew. No. Don't call it that." She gags and waves her hands in front of her. Steve shakes his head with a fond smirk.

"What? That's what it is."

"Sure, for sex, but I want to keep everything as non-sexual as possible. Whatever you do in your room stays in your room."

Steve chuckles. He is still caught in the mix of wonder and happiness at the idea. A child with his best friend actually sounds pretty great, especially when he gets to raise them with his would-be spouse.

"I have to talk to Eddie about it," he says. He already knows the answer, though. They have already talked about it and taken the steps to discover it wasn't feasible for them; not until now.

"Duh." There is nothing but affection and good humor in Robin's voice. "I'm going to be in Cannes for three months. I was planning on taking some time off afterward, so you better have the guest room ready."

Steve laughs. "It's never not ready, but I'll make sure it's free."

"Good." Robin glances at her watch. She digs in her bag for some crumpled bills to put on the table. "I have to go. My flight is boarding in a half hour and on the other side of the airport . I'll send you a postcard when I get there."

"Sounds good." Steve stands to give her a hug.

He enjoys the postcards, he and Eddie were even saving up to go sightseeing with her in Europe. They can wait for that to be a family trip, though.

[cillyscribbles]

it is a Terrific day and you are a Terrible Throuple.

the pendragons riding off into the sunset for my beloved @clara-martin-apologist. sadly, the sun is a Tube, so they kinda just have to ride Vaguely Alongside the sunset. alas

[seramilla]

Clara had always been rather clingy to her older sister. Since birth, one of the only ways to get Clara to settle down was if Odette was near or holding her, and so after the incident where Odette had gotten gravely injured, that clinginess had amped up into separation anxiety. Ever since Odette had woken up from her anesthesia after her surgery, her younger sister was all over her, and she was practically in Odette’s lap by the time verosika and her posse were allowed into the room.

(Just a short snip it of what I think Clara would be like after her big sister nearly died, and what Clara was like as a baby too, bc baby Clara is an adorable concept!!

—anon who wrote the attempted murder angst request)

After the assassination attempt against Clara that had left Odette gravely injured, Belphegor keeps Odette in a medically induced coma for several days. Even when she’s passed the most dangerous milestone of her recovery, and Bel decides to let her try to wake up on her own, it’s just over a week in total until Odette finally opens her eyes.

The first thing Odette sees upon waking is her sister, Clara, asleep in the small hospital bed beside her. The younger woman is cuddled up to her as close as she can possibly be without actually lying on top of her. One of Odette’s hands is grasped tightly in hers, and when Odette has enough presence of mind to look over at her, she squeezes her sister’s hand, testing her own physical limits. Clara is startled awake at the sensation. When she sees golden irises staring back up at her, Clara gasps, taking Odette’s face into her hands, and smattering kisses all over cheeks and forehead.

“ ‘Dette! Oh, sis, you’re finally awake! Thank god!”

“Clar,” Odette responds weakly. Her voice is hoarse from lack of use, and also the tubes that had been down her throat for days. She reaches for her sister, but she���s still too weak to do much more than grasp at Clara’s shirt. She looks Clara up and down, as if assessing her younger sibling’s own condition, before asking. “Are you okay?”

Clara screeches. “ ‘Dette, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, you idiot! You almost died!”

Odette tries to sit up, but hisses when a sharp pain shoots through her shoulder, hip, and back. Clara carefully keeps her down on the bed with a hand; it doesn’t take much effort, because Odette is so weak. Odette tries sitting up again, but Clara gives a firm “No,” forbidding her to sit up, or even move.

“You have to lie still!” Clara explains. “You were hurt real bad. You need to rest.”

Ignoring her, Odette asks, looking worriedly around the room, “Where’s Mom?”

“She’s at home with Sera and Emily. Bel only let one of us in the room at a time, so we’ve been watching you in shifts.”

“And how long was your shift?” Odette questions, already suspecting she knows the answer.

“I’ve been here all day. Mom needed a break. She sat with you for days. Now it’s my turn.”

Odette smiles. Her little sister has always been attached to her hip. She guesses she shouldn’t expect her hospital bed to be any different. She wonders if Belphegor knows Clara had been in the bed with her. She probably wouldn’t have been able to keep her out of it, either way. Smiling, Odette looks up at Clara, with tears starting to fall down her face. The exhaustion and adrenaline from their ordeal is finally catching up with her.

“Thanks, Clar,” Odette says. “You’re the best sister anyone could ask for. I love you.”

That must have done something in Clara’s heart, because Clara is suddenly bawling, grasping desperately around Odette’s neck. Odette hisses in pain from being jostled around from the hug, but she hides it, so her sister doesn’t feel guilty. She’s gotten really good at that over the years.

“I love you, too, ‘Dette!” Clara sobs, covering her sister’s neck in snot and tears. She rubs it in, good and wet and sticky. “Please don’t ever do anything like that again! I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you!

Odette is really crying now, too. Ugly, desperate tears. She and Clara just lie there, holding each other for a long time, like they used to when they were kids. When they were scared, or just needed to feel that closeness that only sisters truly know. Eventually they both fall asleep again, equally exhausted from the last week’s events, for different reasons. The sleep is well-deserved, all the same.

[grogusmum]

Sweet Hazel,

For your slumber party, I was wondering if Grogu might tell me a bedtime story? I’m exhausted but some anxiety has been keeping me up at night 🤨

Kitty Kat, you do not look much like a loth cat... but that is okay! I would be glad to tell you a bedtime story- since I am NEVER tired, I can stay up to tell it to you! I am sorry you are having a Anxiety.

Let me think...What would be good?

Well, How about the time me and my Dad had to take care of the chickens ALL BY OURSELVES?

I, a-course, was in charge of this responsibility, because you had shown me how to do it, and did Dad's big shoulders even FIT in the chickens' home?

Anyways, we found out that yes, he does fit, if he does scrunching up very small.

So anyways, The chicken ladies were NOT so sure about dad in their house at first, I needed to do reassuring with many coos and pats on their fluff feathers so they did not have a anxiety of their own!

But Dad shoved himself right through that door, and he talked all quiet and gentle, which he is good at so they calmed right down. Then we cleaned the house of the old hay and stuff, because pooping plus also peeing... they do not have a vac tube OR a toilet, so that is not so great for them.

But we cleaned it up nice, I think you would be very proud! Then we put clean water in their water thingy and gave them their ood bits- which is grains, apparently. Clara, who is my particular friend, cooed and stuff a lot, and then when Dad opened their door they scooted out to pick around outside because THEY LOVE TO EAT BUGS! More than bits.

They clucked around, and we played Following The Leader (I am the Leader a-course, we walk all around under bushes and over the rock wall and find the yummy berries in the wall. They have Thorns, so you have to be careful!) We also played Scraping The Dirt With Our Feet. Which is a Chicken Game of well, scrapping your chicken feet on the dirt. I am picking it up and am VERY good at it.

I hope you are ready to sleep with no worries and things. When I am worried I think of my dad and the chickens... plus also you and the other fluffies at Jupiter Cottage.

Here is me doing one of my tricks!

slumber party saturday

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

{im Trinity but call me Trin on here}

I’m autistic and I Love Boybands and singers

intrests:

New kids on the block

Donnie Wahlberg

Taylor Swift

Big Time Rush

Joey McIntyre

Wild Kratts

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 123

Phineas And Ferb

Blue Bloods

Supernatural(In Hiatus Rn)

SiX the musical

Percy Jackson

Twilight(Book Series)

One tree hill

Monster High

*NSYNC

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva boss

Lab Rats

Saturday Night Live(SNL)

Alternative Universes:

The Kids On The New Block

Coming Soon

Coming Soon

Other Socials and shit:

Wattpad-Trin-Writes-Books

X(Twitter)-Trin-draws-artz and trinsync

KOTNB:

Sunny Starscout☀️

Henry Hart🐓

Ferb Fletcher🍀

Phineas Flynn🌹

Trin McIntyre🪄

Darwin Watterson

Nori Foreman

Reagan Williams

Josephine Knight(Redesign)

Jessalyn Knight

Buford Van Stomm

Laurie McIntyre

A-lexa Henderson-Wells

Grace Mcintyre

London’s Backstory

Jade McIntyre And Venus McFlytrap

Everlee Davenport

Violet and Alex Bass

Clara Bow

Red Wonderland

Summer Jackson(Redesign)

London Henderson-Wells

Varina Varmitech(My Version)

Michaela Jackson

Marissa Kratt

Kristy Kratt

Molly-Ruth Wahlberg

Chloe Charming

Melissa Fletcher-Styles

Candace Flynn

Hitch Trailblazer

OTHER LINKS:

Experience at Wahlburgers

Pintrest

SPOTIFY

KOTNB BLOG

KOTNB YOUTUBE

KOTNB MEMES POST

KOTNB Playlist Post

KOTNB BIRTHDAYS POST

YOU TUBE CHANNEL

KOTNB & NKOTB

KOTNB BIOS

KOTNB AESTHETICS

SELFISH

TAYLOR X NKOTB PLAYLIST

KOTNB S3 PLAYLIST

DONLILAH MIXTAPE

PLAYING WITH FIRE BY JC CHASEZ

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

november with you | kylian mbappé (part ii/iii)

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice has been living in paris for a year, she found a perfect job and a perfect boyfriend in this city, but the cold of november is bringing back old memories she wishes she could forget. warnings: established relationship; mentions of cheating; angst; mentions of smut; domestic fluff; i have never been to france; minors dni.

(this is a sequel to the french exit, but can be read as standalone)

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Part II — What Was I Made For?

“When did it end? All the enjoyment

I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend”

In the bathroom of an exclusive Parisian nightclub, Alice leans heavily against a sink countertop. The thumping bass coming from outside the bathroom door did little to help her regain her composure. She blinks, struggling to focus on her own reflection.

The fluorescent cold white light cast stark shadows, revealing smudges of mascara beneath her eyes and the slight crookedness of her eyeliner. Her reflection seemed to sway as she tried to fight her unsteady state.

Alice had taken Clara’s invitation for a ‘girls night out’, while Kylian enjoyed the night with his friends. They both agreed to go their separate ways for the evening, enjoying the company of their own group of friends.

Now, in this upscale club, Alice looked like a beautiful mess, but not the happy kind. A sense of hopelessness weighed on her as she stared at her own reflection. She had taken a few drinks, but as she fixed her makeup, she was filled with a deep sense of melancholy.

Partying just doesn't feel the same as it did a couple of years ago. Alice can't help but feel like time's catching up with her.

As she looked deep into her own eyes, she felt like a character – like the protagonist of a cliché story that never bothered to give her too many defining traits. What else did she have going for her besides looks and wealth?

Her shaky hands fished out her Dior makeup from her Miu Miu black leather clutch. The compact powder had a cool touch against her skin as she tried to apply it, her eyes still sparkling from a few too many drinks, but now revealing an underlying sadness.

The task of putting on lipstick became a mission as the tube wobbled in her tipsy grip, making her feel even more inadequate.

A voice from outside the bathroom door called her name, a friend checking up on her. With one last, slightly exaggerated attempt to fix her eyeliner, she took a deep breath and did her best to steady herself before rejoining her friends, using her meticulously reapplied makeup as a shield to hide her sadness.

Kylian comes home before she does – he feeds the cat, takes a warm shower and then patiently waits on the couch for what feels like an eternity, or roughly 30 minutes, until his beloved returns.

Finally, the door swings open, and Alice stumbles in. She looked like a young, clumsy Bambi as she attempted to walk in high heels. Her fingers clung tightly to the doorknob as she swayed for a moment, catching her balance.

Kylian holds back a laughter as he watches, curious to see her next move. To his surprise, Alice doesn't go in his direction. Instead, she slowly lowered herself to the floor, her back pressed firmly against the now closed door. There, at the entrance, she sat and stared at him.

"Did you have fun?" He asks, though he already had a good idea of her answer.

Alice simply nods, her shyness showing, and throws the question back at him. "Did you?"

Kylian pauses for a moment, considering before he replies, “I’m afraid not as much as you did.”

Alice's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. This kind of behavior had earned her countless reprimands in her previous relationship, and the memories still stung. She wasn't afraid of Kylian, but a nagging guilt tugged at her as she realized she was being happy without him – or at least was giving him the idea that she was being happy without him.

“I’m sorry.” Escaped her lips.

“What are you apologizing for?” Kylian furrows his brow.

"I got drunk!" She stated, as if it was the most evident thing in the world. In her mind, she believed she was articulating her feelings perfectly, explaining that even before her ex, her mother never approved this type of behavior. But instead, she just giggles.

“That's all?” Kylian gets up from the couch, understanding a bit better as he approaches her. Alice, still sitting on the floor, nods again, not comprehending why he remained so calm.

“We’re not fighting?” She asks, struggling to look up to him as she feels nauseous.

“Over a few drinks? No.” Kylian sits next to hear, close enough to hear the soft ‘oh’ that slipped from her lips. 

Her surprise was evident. Now that she didn't feel the need to explain herself further, words began to spill out of her. "I usually don't get jealous of you... Sometimes, there's a thing, but it passes," she admits, her words are slow and drawn out. "I'm more scared... I think, of you being jealous of me... Because... I don't want you to think I'm a slut." She reaches out, intertwining their fingers. "What I did... To David... I'm not doing it to anyone, I'm not doing it ever again. I promise."

Kylian listens attentively, grateful that she was opening up to him. He couldn't help but feel they should have had this conversation a long time ago.

"I trust you, baby, I really do," he reassures her. He plants a firm kiss on her forehead before continuing, "Let's not be jealous of each other, ever. I don't think that would be good for us." There was more he wanted to say, but he was afraid that she might not remember their conversation in the morning. ‘You got home safely, that’s all that matters to me’, he will say in the morning.

When Kylian says he trusts her, he really means it. He's got her figured out, knows when he's got her undivided attention, and can tell when her mind's off on a little wander. Plus, he's got this unwavering confidence – it's never once occurred to him that Alice could ever cheat on him.

In the quietness of their cozy bedroom, Kylian carefully slips off Alice's high-heeled shoes, placing them down gently. Seated on the edge of the bed, he cradled her feet in his hands and began a soothing massage, finding just the right pressure to chase away the discomfort. A contented sigh escapes Alice's lips. After the massage and helping her take a warm bath, they crawled into bed together, Kylian enveloped her in his arms, pulling her close. Before they knew it, exhaustion took over them, and they drifted off to sleep, cuddled together.

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They wake up together, tangled under the duvet. With a shared, contented sigh, they exchange sleepy smiles; their faces illuminated by the gentle morning light. Alice finds herself gradually getting closer to Kylian, his warm chest is a welcome contrast to the chill in the room. Their lips meet in a series of slow, lazy kisses. 

It's a moment of pure comfort and intimacy, as they savor the simple joy of being wrapped in each other's arms on a cold November morning. Outside, the world gets colder with each passing day, succumbing to the chill of the approaching winter.

"Morning." He whispers, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, his voice still husky with sleep.

"Bonjour, mon amour." Alice responds, pulling him closer. She buries her face into his neck and shoulder, enjoying the familiar warmth and comfort he brings. His breath quickens as her kisses trail across his skin. Their foreheads meet and they gaze into each other's eyes, the world outside starting to fade away.

Their passion deepens with each passing second. Alice finds herself resting on top of him, her body pressed close, while Kylian's hands gently slide up and down her back, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. The two slowly start moving, exploring each other's bodies, her hands caress his muscular chest, his powerful arms wrapped around her. She feels his arousal grow, sliding along the length of her slit, making her tremble.

Their lovemaking is slow and sweet, like honey dripping all over a warm piece of toast. Afterward, they lie together, reluctant to move, but eventually, the demands of the day call them back. With a shared sigh, they reluctantly kick off the covers and stretch out. The heated floor beneath them radiates warmth.

They go into the kitchen, still in their pajamas, and put on a pot of coffee. The aroma of coffee fills the air as Alice stands at the counter, slicing her favorite fruits. A persistent meowing echoes through the room and Alice looks down to find their curious feline friend, Renoir, rubbing against her leg, demanding attention. Kylian agrees to finish their breakfast as Alice gives attention to the kitten. Eventually she passes the time on her phone as she waits for the food to get ready.

When they’re eating, Kylian brings up something that has been bothering him. 

“I saw the pictures you just posted,” he mentions, his voice carrying a tinge of curiosity and concern. “Is this how you feel? Like Marie Antoinette?”

Alice has to pause so she doesn't choke on her food, she couldn't help but chuckle, her laughter dancing through the cozy kitchen. "I just like the photo, that's all.” But the levity was short-lived as a deeper realization hit her. "Well... maybe not in here, not in our home, but out there. I think I do feel like that sometimes. Like I'm just a pretty little thing who's not allowed to play the real game. Like I'm only here to entertain and do what I'm told." After their conversation the night before, Alice felt more inclined to open up to Kylian, to share her inner thoughts and vulnerabilities.

“I know what you mean, I feel like that sometimes, too.” Kylian says.

“You? You’re joking!” Alice scoffs in disbelief.

“I said sometimes.” He jokes, but then his expression turns serious. “Thinking that you’re not in control of your own life. I know the feeling. Entertain and do what you’re told, right? That’s what you said.” At that moment, Kylian also felt it was a good time to open up. “And sometimes – sometimes I feel like I have to please too many people, too many people count on me. Sometimes it can feel like my life became something out of my control, like I'm just a paw in someone else's game.”

“But that’s not true!” Alice is shocked he feels this way.

“No, it’s not. And it’s not true for you either.” He chuckles, thinking he made a good point.

A heavy silence hangs in the air, the only sound they can hear is Renoir as he enjoys his wet cat food.

“I want to be more, but I'm afraid this is all I can be.” Alice says, her fork tracing idle patterns on her plate.

"You’re afraid you've already peaked and it's all downhill from here. I know. I feel it too." Kylian replies, sharing her concerns.

“Kyky?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

It’s different this time, when she says that. After their conversation, they feel more connected than ever, and the ‘i love you’s’ have a deeper meaning.

[ask-tssb]

hey absolutely wacky cast of characters! (that includes joy) what is your favourite pasta shape?

Myu: Umm... I don't know anything about this?

Atticus: I like macaroni! And cheese. But there's a lot of stuff you can put on macaroni and it's still good -- just think of the pastabilities.

Gamma: I think I could go for a good spaghetti noodle right about now. Topped with a ton of meat and sauce... aw, yeah...

Clara: Favorite shape of the thing? Is there really need for such distinction? It was my understanding that it was the dish itself that mattered in its flavor outcome.

Marie: I like buttered noodles with those swirly little noodles. I stuff 'em all in my mouth.

Sandy: I really like mac 'n cheese! My dad makes it special for me sometimes.

Roxanne: I like a good lasagna! Ooh, but you can't go wrong with linguine...

Steven: I think I like those long flat noodles, but I also like those tubed ones too. Penne, I think?

Dr. Steele: Meat-filled ravioli is divine, but no one ever went wrong with a delicious lasagna.

[homuraakemis]

My favorite Dark fanvids - Part 1

JONAS/MARTHA

Jonas & Martha | Bound for eternity. by HelenMand

Jonas & Martha - A Perfect Match by Irina Rusinova

(Dark) Martha & Jonas | silhouettes by Julies

Jonas & Martha | The Night We Met by GlamourStar0x

Dark | Netflix | Goodbye | Jonas and Martha by Forget It

Jonas and Martha // Dynasty (Dark S1,2,3) by Dacg

Losing game||Jonas🤍martha-arcade|DARK by JOYBOY

Flickers (Jonas/Martha - Dark) [Season 3] by briony

sweater weather - jonas & martha by micaela

martha & jonas - everything i wanted [dark] [s3] by Archiekins

Jonas & Martha • One way or another by sigyn27

jonas and martha | but we are the mistake by teamezria53098

Born To Die: Martha and Jonas || DARK [season 3] by Meha Stillmeya

Jonas & Martha - Familiar | Dark by CHET惡

Jonas & Martha | All the things she said by perspƎctive

Jonas and Martha| Six Feet Under by KBPRODUCTIONS

I'm only a fool for you || Jonas & Martha by Ceiwyn

Lovely || Martha and Jonas [S1-S2-S3-SPOILERS] by pau vala

Jonas e Martha - Nós ficamos perfeitos junto. Nunca duvide disso. by AA EDIT

(Dark) Jonas Kahnwald & Martha Nielsen || Remains by 𝐁.𝐊.𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒

Wicked Games - Jonas & Martha - Dark - Ursine Vulpine ft. Annaca by whiterose87

The Labyrinth Song [Dark, Jonas/Martha] by falafelfilms1

Jonas & Martha - Adam & Eve | Tribute video | Dark | Tv Show | Channel K Square Tribute by Night King

Jonas and Martha by Arafat Malitha

Jonas x Martha | Dark | Daylight by StrangeOrange

jonas and martha edit - fine line by ancie

Dark - Me and the Devil | Martha and Jonas by Mani Rathnam

Jonas & Martha - Hold On | Dark by nupur

Jonas & Martha - Dark edit by valeoftear

jonas and martha edit // bloodstream by voidemons

Jonas X Martha - Without Me [Dark Netflix] by Metefizique

Jonas & Martha [ Dark ] || Surrender [ + S3 ] ( sub eng + sub ita) by DreamSara1

Jonas and martha/ Another love/ Moonlight by Moonlight

ADAM & EVA || time to say goodbye || DARK S3 SPOILERS by Zuxinha

Jonas & Martha | Surrender | Dark | S3 by sararufus

Jonas & Martha - Get You The Moon by Evan Haze

Jonas & Martha | Let me down slowly by movsrimus

Martha & Jonas 8 by Projeto NEXUS

Jonas ❤ Martha - Back To You [AMV] || Dark || @v3gen3666 by V3 GEN

A Thousand Years | Dark | Jonas & Martha | Twilight | Christina Perri by Cupful

Dark: Jonas & Martha - Lovely by D P A

Jonas and Martha (Dark) - My Immortal by Cerine Sp

Jonas + Martha | Dynasty by Martina Benedetti

Jonas and Martha- Take me to church by mikasa_braun edits

Jonas & Martha / Where's My Love by alexbarrioz

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Make you mine | Jonas and Martha #dark #jonas #martha#preset by Perman

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#DARK⚫#Jonas⚪#Marta⚫#Adam⚪#Eva📀Final series, the Dark Eva and Adam best moments/🎶Take Me to Church by GOLDEN MUSIC TV ოქროსფერი TV

Jonas and Martha Dark | Rewrite the stars ✨ by Notion Spell

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Dark | into your arms | Jonas & Martha #dark #intoyourarms by Mohamed Fayaz

Ed Sheeran - Perfect, Martha & Jonas (Sub. Español) Dark. by minasooul

Martha & Jonas || Falling by elei

Jonas x Martha || We Could Leave by elei

Jonas + Martha (but it's a rom-com) || Dead or Alive – You Spin Me Round by Stranger

Jonas And Martha - Perfect Match by Magic Official Channel

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Martha and Jonas - Can You Feel My Heart by Well Edits

Jonas & Martha | You are a memory by Hanxa

jonas&martha / a glitch in the matrix (their story) by PerfectLife

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My Love Will Never Die | Claire Wyndham | Jonas & Martha | DARK NETFLIX | Lucifer | by SRK TUBE

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Ghost in the Machine - Jonas&Martha by lilitifrock

Dark | Jonas & Martha | Perfect Match by Farid Pasha

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NF - If you want love // JONAS & MARTHA (Dark) by Sarthac

Martha&Jonas | Remember To Remember Me by LibertyInfinity

Martha & Jonas - The Birds by shoxbroken

Together we'll be running somewhere new... ? by Lou Nyx

I Don't Deserve You (Jonas & Martha) by Chloi Manon

jonas & martha | lost on you (Türkçe Çeviri) by liv

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Jonas & Martha: Die With You by FairyCutie86

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Jonas and Martha || Dark Netflix by Galaxy Edits

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Night We Met || DARK by Skaotic Edits

Jonas and Martha || Always Remember Us This Way || by Wantit T.V

DARK You and I are perfect for each other. Never believe anything else by UCHIHA ITACHI

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Jonas and Martha • Nobody Like You • Dark by EditionMix

'∞' Dark Series Netflix - In the end by BlendSk Mix

Jonas & Martha - Wir Sind Falsch (Dark Netflix Series) by DAN

Ready to Start (Jonas/Martha - Dark) by briony

Adam and Eva : Jonas and Martha Dark season 3 ft Electric love by detheditz

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DARK OPENING THEME SONG | good bye whatsapp status | true love whatsapp status | Netflix series by vlovely_ videos

DARK , Season - 3 (Jonas and Martha❤️) by Nikhil S

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//whatever happened to the young, young lovers.

[the-immortal-redshirt]

Heart of Ice: Chapter 2: Desperate Measures

Answering a psychic call for help, The Doctor and Clara find themselves on an extinct planet where the only survivors are frozen from a last-ditch experiment gone wrong. When the minds of the survivors take over Clara's body, the Doctor is faced with a terrible decision- to sacrifice himself to save the person he loves. (Whouffaldi/TwelveClara, T for violence, minor horror)

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Chapter 2: Desperate Measures

Opening their minds, the Doctor and Clara faced the ghosts. Their images became clearer, no longer transparent. The Ergellian closest to them extended a scaly yellow talon in their direction like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline. Despair was evident on his face. “Please,” he spoke in a trembling voice. “Doctor, save us. We were told you could help us.”

The Doctor stood his ground, unsure if the spirits were friendly. “What happened?” he asked, pointing back into the direction of the cleanroom with his thumb.

“A virus escaped from a lab and wiped out our entire planet in a matter of days,” the Ergellian mulled solemnly. “All evacuations failed. There was just no time.”

“My comrades and I,” he motioned to the others behind him, “unable to find a cure, attempted to save our lives, and our race, by freezing ourselves in these experimental cryotubes. Extreme temperatures kill the virus.”

“It worked, the virus is extinct,” the shimmering apparition said with no joy in his voice. “But so is everyone else. We are the last of our species.”

“But something went wrong,” the Doctor held out his sonic screwdriver. “I scanned you. Your cells–”

“We know,” the Ergellian remorsed. “If we thaw, we die.” Reaching out to the side, he stroked the sealed pod where his body stood frozen. “We can never leave these tubes.”

“What's your name?” Clara asked softly. She felt bad for the feathered beings. They were so desperate to survive that they had accidentally doomed themselves to an eternity of icy imprisonment. Nobody deserved a fate like that.

“My name is Axious Kaj,” he placed a clawed hand over his plumaged chest, “lead scientist of this facility.”

He pointed back towards the lineup of chambers. “These cryotubes were never meant to house people, only to store frozen specimens. We tried to retrofit them, but obviously we were unsuccessful.” Meeting the Doctor’s gaze, the feathery man pleaded for his life. “Please help us. We are the last of our kind.”

The Doctor squeezed Clara’s hand, silently asking for guidance. He had no flashcards for this situation. There was no good way to tell them that they were doomed. He dropped his head in shame. He knew something about being the last of a species. He had never felt so helpless.

Raising his head with a long sigh, he looked the Ergellians in the eyes, the hopeful look on their faces cutting him to the core. “I'm sorry,” he shifted uncomfortably. “There's nothing I can do. The damage has already been done.”

“Legend says you can travel in time,” Axious pressed, undeterred. His voice took on an anguished note. “I beg you, go back in time. Prevent this from happening. Save my people.”

Every now and then, the Doctor could save somebody, so long as their death was not a fixed point in time, but an entire planet was out of the question. The ramifications of meddling with fate in such a major way could shatter the web of time itself. As much as he wanted to help, his hands were tied.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized, frowning sympathetically. “But I can’t.”

“Then you can help us in another way,” the scientist resolved. A dark look flashed across the psychic projection of his face.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Is That My Robe?

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 850

Summary: this was partly inspired by the lovely robe Pedro was wearing and added it onto something I was already working on

Warnings: adorable fluffy stuff, Dieter being both adorable and chaotic, talk of birth control methods, saucy suggestions

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Dieter loved bedtime; it became his favourite thing since meeting you. And now with the baby, it took on a whole new kind of favourite. Clara was fed, changed and the six-month-old was cradled in his arms, slowly being rocked to sleep. He could have stayed here all night just watching her sleep but his own bed with you in it were calling. He kissed her tiny forehead and gently placed her in her crib.

“Sweet dreams my little one.”

Dieter made his way to the bedroom while you were coming from the laundry, having collected a mountain of clothes that needing washing, mostly baby ones. He noticed however that you weren’t wearing your normal night attire.

“Is that my robe you’re wearing?”

“Yeah, I noticed my pyjamas were covered in baby spittle and this robe was the closest thing. You don’t mind, do you? It’s nice, is it new?”

“I got it from my stylist. I think it’s three thousand dollars.”

“Three thousand?! No wonder it’s nice. I’ll take it off before I crease it or worse.”

“No, leave it on.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you close. “You’ve never worn my clothes before, I like it.”

“Have we unlocked a new kink?” His lustful eyes explained all you need to know. You were gently backed towards the bed, and he lifted you up on to it so you lay down and took him with you. He pressed his lips to your neck, and you giggled slightly when his beard tickled your skin, but this quickly turned to moans and you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Are you up for it tonight? Or do you just want me to make you feel good? Just want to know if I should get the condoms out or not because they’re all the way over there.” He held his arm out towards the bedside table like it was further out than he dramatically made it out to be.

“Oh, about that. When I’m allowed back on birth control, I was thinking of going on a different type because the pill sort of messed me up.”

Dieter stopped his lustful ministrations and looked at you, holding your face in his hands. “What? Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I don’t know, it was only when it was during my period, and I didn’t want to make a fuss.”

He kissed your forehead, “It’s your body, you should make a fuss. So what kind of new birth control were you thinking of?”

“Well, it depends if we want any more children.”

“Did you want anymore?”

You sighed, “I adore Clara, I love her with every fibre of my being, and I will destroy anyone who looks at her funny, but I hated being pregnant and don’t want to go through all that again. But what about you?”

“Hey, being a dad was never on my bingo card of life so I’m happy with our little bundle of joy and one is enough for me.”

“Okay, I could get my tubes tied and…” but you were immediately interrupted by Dieter throwing himself your stomach, almost being a protecting bodyguard from an invisible bullet.

“No! I won’t let you put yourself through that!”

“What?”

“I’ll get a vasectomy!”

“You will?”

He got up slightly so he could look up at you, “Yeah, vasectomies are the safest least involved method of birth control with a low failure rate. The procedure is inexpensive and only needs a local anaesthetic, so it’ll be done in less than half an hour and be sent home the same day.”

To say the look on your face was one of shock was an understatement. “You know a surprising amount about vasectomies.”

“I was threatened with one once.” You nodded for him to continue. “The guy I was with at the time made it out like it was a terrible fate, so I looked it up and came back at him with facts.”

“Research out of spite? That’s kinda sexy,” you kissed your approval, “And you’re okay with it?”

He rubbed your arms, “You went through all the hardship of childbirth. I think it’s my turn to be the responsible one. I’ll even make the appointment myself.”

“You will?” You drew him closer to you.

“As soon as I find out where I can make an appointment, I’ll do it.”

You drew him even closer, running your hands up his chest, “Can I watch when you do?”

“Oh, have a responsibility kink, do we?” he gently crawled over you, caging you in and peppering you with kisses. “That and a research kink? Unlocking two kinks? That’s very sexy of you.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, relishing in his mouth but then he stopped. “Wait, does this mean I have a kink kink?”

“I think it does.”

“I really am just a bag of kinks.”

“You’re my sexy bag of kinks.”

He slowly untied the sash around the robe, “Let me show you what this bag of kinks can do.”

“What about the robe?”

“It can be dry cleaned.”

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