#dr daniel schreber x reader

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Imagine # 775

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Year posted - 2021

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Curled up in bed comfortably, (Y/n) tried desperately to fall asleep. Yet as the minutes ticked by she found herself restless, and inevitably annoyed. With a distraught sigh (Y/n) sat up in bed, flinging her blankets away from her body. The moment the cool air of her room hit her bare legs (Y/n) shivered, but as she rubbed her face tiredly, a loud ringing sound rang through the room. The sound and pitch being loud enough to make (Y/n) cry out, her hands covering her ears and her eyes screwed shut. Hissing in pain she fell from her bed, but instead of hitting the floor she continued to fall. In an instant her eyes sprung open and (Y/n) screamed, she was falling from the sky at rapid speed. She hit the pavement with a painful grunt, the air being knocked from her lungs, and her head spinning. Dr. Schreber had nearly jumped out of his skin when this strange looking woman landing a few feet away from him on the sidewalk. "Ah." (Y/n) hissed under her breath as she tried to move, freezing when she someone called out to her. "Don't move!" Schreber cried out with worry, as he hobbled to her side as quickly as he could. (Y/n) frowned as she looked up to the man, as he slowly knelt beside her, his hands upon her face as he looked into her eyes. "I'm a Doctor." He murmured softly, as he continued to observe her, looking for any wounds. "Where am I Doc?" (Y/n) licked her lips, holding back a hiss of pain as he helped her sit up. "You don't know?" He frowned a little confused. "Look Doc about twenty seconds ago I was laying in my bed in (Y/h/t), next thing I know there was this deafening ringing, then I was falling from the sky." (Y/n) pointed to the dark sky, to which Schreber looked up, half expecting to see some portal or something. "How I didn't die on impact is freaking me out." (Y/n) added before she observed her surroundings, frowning as she took note of the cars lining the streets. "Check that... This place is freaking me out." She looked to the Doctor, who looked rather alarmed and nervous. "I-I can help you." He stammered. "How?" (Y/n) wondered aloud as she stood to her feet, the cold night air nipping at her exposed skin, as she stood there in her night time attire. "I can't e-explain here, please come with me." The Doctor looked around frantically, walking off in the opposite direction a moment later.

Following the Doctor (Y/n) ignored the strange looks she was receiving from the people they passed. "I-its safer in here." He waved for her to follow, leading her into the indoor pool. "Safe from what, Jason Voorhees?" (Y/n) murmured to herself, her eyes almost hypnotically casting to the ceiling, smiling faintly at the sight of its artistic beauty. "You can change in here." The Doctor showed (Y/n) into a more private room. "Excuse me?" (Y/n) arched a brow at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's safer in the water, please trust me. I want to help you." He encouraged her, and while part of her told her these were some serious red flags, she indulged his wish. Stepping into the room she found a locker with a clean swimsuit, however when she looked at it she sneered. "So not happening." She sighed under her breath, looking around she attempted to find something more to her liking. However after a few minutes with no success she simply exited the room, finding the Doctor waiting in the water. "You didn't change." He pointed out with a distraught frown. "Please you need-" (Y/n) was quick to silence him by holding her hand up. "You're the strangest Doctor I've ever met, however I feel inclined to trust you. But before I do as you ask, I want to know your name." (Y/n) rest her wight on one hip, propping her opposite hand onto the opposite hip. "M-my name i-is Doctor Daniel Schreber." He stammered with a small blush, his eyes involuntarily trailing up her bare legs. "My names (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n)." She introduced herself before she stripped herself of her tee shirt and shorts, leaving her in a matching set of bra and panties. "Oh!" Daniel squeaked in surprise, quickly averting his eyes elsewhere.

(Y/n) sat at the edge of the pool before she slipped in slowly, the temperature difference sending a shiver up her spine. "So Doctor Schreber, why are we here?" (Y/n) asked as she slowly swam closer to his side, tilting her head with a faint smile at Daniels nervousness to look at her. "B-because t-this." He cut himself off, taking a deep breath before he continued. "This is the safest place to talk." He explained, trying to focus his eyes on (Y/n)'s, finding the sight of the supple looking flesh of her breasts almost unbearable. "Safest from who?" (Y/n) asked as she moved to sit beside Daniel. "The Strangers." He pushed his glasses up a little, quickly glancing around them to make sure they were alone. "Please... I need you to tell me everything that happened, before they find us." Daniel was almost whispering. "I already did. I was at home trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. In my frustration I pushed off my blankets and was rubbing my face when this loud ringing started. I covered my ears and fell from my bed, but I never hit my bedroom floor. Instead I just kept falling, when I opened my eyes I was falling from the sky. I hit the ground, and then you came to me." (Y/n) explained, only confusing Daniel further. "Where did you come from?" He murmured with a tilt of his head. "(Y/h/t)?" (Y/n) frowned with confusion. "I've never heard of it." Daniel mirrored her frown. "Am I dead Doctor Schreber?" (Y/n) whispered softly. "No I don't think so." Daniel shook his head dismissively. "Then why is this place familiar to me?" (Y/n) whispered even quieter. "I don't know... I've never seen you before... I've never seen anyone like you before." Daniel admitted, quickly sparring a glance at one of her tattoos. "Good observation Doctor." A voice called out as a tall man dressed in all black entered the room, Daniel gasped in surprise, fear pooling within his eyes. While (Y/n) simply looked at the new man with questioning eyes. "Who are you?" (Y/n) asked, ignoring the fact that Daniel was swimming back to stay away from the approaching man. "Mr. Book." He stood up a little straighter. "Right." (Y/n) rose her brows with mocked sarcasm. "And who are you?" Mr. Book asked in a bored tone. "(Y/n)." She only offered her first name, not trusting this man like she had the Doctor. "Well then (Y/n) I suggest you get out of the water." Mr. Book waved his hand towards the pool ladder. "And if I don't want to?" (Y/n) argued. "(Y/n) please do as he says." Daniel whispered pleadingly. "You should listen to the Doctor." Mr. Book mused, (Y/n) looked to Daniel, finding his fearful gaze locked onto her. "Fine." She exited the pool, Daniel following behind her when Mr. Book demanded his presence as well.

"Sleep." Mr. Book waved his hand in front of (Y/n)'s face, who frowned at him. "What are you doing?" She scowled taking a small step back, both Mr. Book and Daniel looking at her with astonishment. "Sleep." Mr. Book tried again, this time however (Y/n) shoved his hand away. "Fuck off." She hissed, thoroughly annoyed with the pale humanoid being. "Fascinating." Daniel muttered with an amazed grin. Mr. Book however was not quite so amused, trying to throw her back like a ragdoll with his powers. "Why are you looking at me like that?" (Y/n) frowned at the stranger. "What are you?" The stranger frowned when his powers failed to work on her. "I could ask you the same question." (Y/n) retorted, unknowingly making Daniel internally snicker. "You're coming with us." Mr. Book concluded, two more of his companions entering the building. "No." (Y/n) crossed her arms, ignoring the cold chill that ran down her body, caused by both the beings presence, and the fact that she was still dripping wet from the pool. "That wasn't a request." He retorted as he pulled out a knife, Daniel wanted to intervene, but he was afraid it would only make matters worse. However (Y/n) simply rolled her eyes as she uncrossed her arms, pushing passed Mr. Book she grabbed her clothes and pulled them back on. "Fine." She sighed as she re approached him, crossing her arms again. Daniel found her bravery both admirable, and worrying. Mr. Book allowed Daniel to get dressed before he and his companions escorted them out of the building, leading them down below into the strangers lair. As (Y/n) observed her surroundings, she linked her arm with Daniels, momentarily starting the man. She smiled softy at that, leaning in to his side she whispered into his ear. "I remember why this is so familiar now." His eyes widened as he turned his head to look at her, a blush fanning his cheeks when she winked, keeping her arm linked with his.

"I'm of no danger to you all you know." (Y/n) stated casually, Mr. Book stopped walking, turning to look at her. "I've been trying to will that knife of yours through you, and it ain't working." She whispered dramatically, her free hand beside her mouth. "I can't do what you do, your mojo just don't work on lil old me." (Y/n) added with a small giggle. "How can you know what we were thinking?" Mr. Book glowered down at her. "I don't know what you're thinking, I just happen know what conclusion you all jumped to, because well I hate to be the one to tell you. But you're not real, at least not in my world. In my world you're all just characters in a movie that come out in the late 90s. However by the looks of things, this is set before that timeline." (Y/n) shrugged casually, her words momentarily stunning everyone within ear shot. "He's played by Kiefer Sutherland, one of my all time favorite actors." She added pointed her free hand to Daniel. "I just didn't realize it earlier, guess I was still in a daze from that blow to the head." (Y/n) admitted to Daniel specifically, his shocked face undeniably adorable. "If you don't believe me, you should know that I was born (Y/b/d) and I was living somewhat peacefully in the year 2021, even with a global pandemic going on since the very end of 2019." (Y/n) pointed to herself with her free hand. "Hence why I look so strange compared to everyone else here in Dark City." She smiled faintly, giggling to herself when the strangers began chattering among themselves in their native language. "Is all of that true?" Daniel whispered. "Yeah." (Y/n) nodded her head, with a grin cast his way.

After a few hours of the strangers asking (Y/n) questions about this and that, along with some tests they demanded to run. She was allowed to leave with Doctor Schreber, with her memories intact. (Simply because they couldn't alter her memories along with everything else.) With an almost exhausted sigh, both she and Daniel sat down on the couch in his apartment. "Is it true that, that Sutherland fellow is one of your favorite actors?" Daniel hesitated to ask after a moment. "Oh yeah, he's a good actor. It also helps that I find him incredibly handsome. Plus I have a weakness for blondes." (Y/n) admitted shamelessly, her words causing a blush to bloom on Daniels cheeks. "O-oh." He stuttered bashfully. "Did... Did you like the movie, this one?" He asked after he gathered his composure. "One of my favorites." (Y/n) smiled as she turned her body to look at Daniel. "You're my favorite character." She added in a whisper. "R-really?" He turned his head to look at her, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Yep... You're just so cute." (Y/n) cooed with a wolfish grin, her words making Daniel all flustered. "T-thank you." He stammered with a nervous chuckle. "You are very welcome Doctor." (Y/n) hummed casually, her tone making Daniel swallow thickly. "I think it is going to be quiet interesting to get to know you (Y/n)." Daniel mused aloud. "Likewise Doctor." (Y/n) hummed. "Please call me Daniel." He murmured quietly. "Alright then... Daniel." She cooed his name, making it sound oh so heavenly to the flustered man.

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Not my best work, but eh I still like it.

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May I request a smutty Dr Daniel Schreber with a fem s/o imagine please? Like his s/o teasing him all day until he snaps? ;3 😊

Yes indeedy love!!

Dr. Daniel Schreber (Dark City) x Reader

Warnings: suggestive, but not full on smut

Daniel has a lot of self-control. It's not certain if that's from before the Dark City or a product of it, but it is a very lovable part of him. He's patient, understanding, calm, and above all respectful.

Which usually means you initiate most of your intimate times. He is very willing to reciprocate, he adores you and longs to worship you.

That being said... as nice as worship is, sometimes it doesn't quite scratch that itch.

The first time you tell him about your particular desires, Danny is blushing as red as a fire engine.

The idea of being rough with you? Spanking you? Hell, the idea of him even dirty talking to you in a way that could be construed as microbially disrespectful is unappealing to him.

So that leaves you to be creative. You're already well aware that he doesn't mind roughness when you're in control, so you craft a plan.

Danny comes home from work, exhausted and craving you despite being desperate for food and sleep. He's greeted to a grand sight when you're in tiny silk pj's that hug your curves with lace fringe. You're already preparing a filling meal (his favorite of course), making the apartment you share smell like heaven

He comes up to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your hair, but you brush him off with a teasing wave. Telling him to take a seat while you finish dinner

Finishing dinner apparently requires a lot of bending over and stretching your arms above your head to make your chest perk up :)

You enjoy a slow meal, savouring every bite. For once, Danny is done before you. You apologize for taking so long, but it's just soo~ good. He's perfectly happy to just admire you, but you don't make it easy on him

Once you're finished, of course there's dessert! Which you consume every bit as languidly, wrapping your lips around the spoon and "mmm"ing with emphasis.

All the while, Danny is trying to hold your hand, or rest his hand on your knee, or simply kiss your forehead and you're letting him have None of It

Eventually you make your way to the bedroom, keeping up your tease the whole time. You joke about maybe wanting to take a long, luxurious bubble bath and you swear you hear Danny whine

When things do get hot and heavy after a bit of relatively chaste making out, he tries to hold you but you swat his hands away the whole time. You're completely in control, and you stop dead in your tracks right before you sink down onto him. He groans pathetically, you think he's about to cry when he grabs your hips to drag you to him

He stops, apologizes profusely, but when you make him look you in the eye and say, "Take me, Danny" it's all over

It's not insanely rough by any means, and you're still mostly in control, but you end up with little fingernail indents in the skin above your hips

#dark city 1998 #dr daniel schreber #daniel schreber x reader #daniel schreber #dark city #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland cinematic universe #fade writes #thanks for being so patient my love i hope you enjoy!!!

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Reading de Nacht Reading 2019

                              my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

martin hägglund "this life why mortality makes us free" (2019)

postcyberpunkstompf:

01 ken liu (ed) "broken stars: contemporary chinese sf in translation" (2019)

02 cory doctorow "radicalized" (2019) 03 dave hutchinson "the return of the incredible exploding man" (2019)   + dave hutchinson "nomads" (2019)   + dave hutchinson "thumbprints" (1978)   + dave hutchinson "torn air" (1980)   + dave hutchinson "the push" (2009)   + dave hutchinson "the villages" (2002)   ... damn that elusive "paradise equation" (1981) ... 04 tade thompson "rosewater" (2016)   + tade thompson "rosewater insurrection" (2019)   + tade thompson "rosewater redemption" (2019) 05 desirina boskovich (ed) "lost transmissions: the secret history of sf & f" (2019)

06 hannu rajaniemi & jacob weisman (eds) "the new voices of science fiction" (2019) 07 gardner dozois (ed) "the very best of the best: 35 years of the year's best science fiction" (2019) 08 jonathan strahan (ed) "the best science fiction & fantasy of the year, volume thirteen" (2019) 09 robert markeley "kim stanley robinson modern masters of sf" (2019) 10 allan kaster (ed) "the year's top hard sf stories 3" (2019)

11 olivier girard (ed) "bifrost 96 la revue des mondes imaginaires: william gibson" (2019) 12 mario guglielminetti "web is over. parabola ed esplosione di ubuweb, l'antiprofilo" (2019) 13 bryan thomas schmidt (ed) "infinite stars: dark frontiers" (2019) 14 baoshu "the redemption of time" [2011] (2019) 15 cixin liu "the supernova era" [2003] (2019)

16 l. x. beckett "gamechanger" (2019) 17 gareth l powell "fleet of knives" (2019) 18 chen qiufan "waste tide" [2013] (2019) 19 derek künsken "the quantum garden" (2019) 20 gregory benford "rewrite: loops in the timescape" (2019)

21 james s.a. corey "tiamat's wrath" (2019)   + james s.a. corey "auberon" (2019) 22 jim al-khalili "sunfall" (2019) 23 peter f hamilton "salvation lost"  (2019) 24 neal asher "the warship" (2019) 25 jonathan strahan (ed) "mission critical" (2019)

26 jack mcdevitt "octavia gone" (2019) 27 elizabeth bear "ancestral night" (2019) 28 ian mcdonald "moon rising" (2019) 29 carmen maria machado (ed) "the best american sf & f 2019" (2019) 30 valerie valdes "chilling effect" (2019) 31 simon morden "bright morning star" (2019)      + s. j. morden "no way" (2019) 32 neil stephenson "fall or, dodge in hell" (2019) 33 graham edwards "string city" (2019)

klassikstompf:

01 arno schmidt "bottom's dream" [1970] (2016) ... & still reading ...

02 jorge luis borgès "borgès restored (the author's preferred translations)" (2016) 03 julie orringer "the flight portfolio" (2019)   + julie orringer "the invisible bridge" (2010) 04 pola oloixarac "savage theories" (2017)   + pola oloixarac "dark constellations" (2019) 05 simon critchley "memory theatre" (2014)

06 gabriel josipovici "hotel andromeda" (2014) 07 david keenan "for the good times" (2019) 08 wg sebald "vertigo" [1990] (1999)   + wg sebald "the emmigrants" [1992] (1996)   + wg sebald "the rings of saturn" [1995] (1998)   + wg sebald "austerlitz" (2001) 09 luis chitarroni "the no variations "diary of an unfinished novel" [2007] (2013) 10 julián ríos "larva: a midsummer night's babel" [1983] (1991)

11 césar aira "birthday" [2001] (2019)   + césar aira "three novels" [1990-2000-1997] (2018) 12 tom mole "the secret life of books" (2019) 13 lucy ives "loudermilk or the real poet or the origin of the world" (2019) 14 lászló krasznahorkai "baron wenckheim's homecoming" [2016] (2019) 15 lucy ellmann "ducks, newburyport" (2019)

16 lars iyer "nietzsche & the burbs" (2019) 17 d harlan wilson "the psychotic dr. schreber" (2019) 18 andrew gallix (ed) "we'll never have paris" (2019) 19 chris kelso (ed) "i transgress" (2019) 20 john crowley "the solitudes" [1987] (2007)   + john crowley "love & sleep" (1994)   + john crowley "daemonomania" (2000)   + john crowley "endless things" (2007) ... (the aegypt cycle)

polarstompf:

01 carlos ruiz zafón "the labyrinth of the spirits" [2017] (2018)

02 volker kutscher "the fatherland files" [2012] (2019) 03 andrea camilleri "the overnight kidnapper" [2015] (2019)   + andrea camilleri "the other end of the line" [2016] (2019) 04 mick herron "joe country" (2019)   + mick herron "this is what happened" (2018)   + mick herron "nobody walks" (2015) 05 john le carré "agent running the field" (2019)

06 guillaume musso "la vie secrète des écrivains" (2019) 07 luke mccallin "the man from berlin" (2013)   + luke mccallin "the pale house" (2014)   + luke mccallin "the divided city" (2016) 09 henry porter "brandenburg" [2005] (2019)   + henry porter "firefly" (2018)   + henry porter "white hot silence" (2019) 10 mitch silver "the bookworm" (2018)   + mitch silver "in secret service" (2007)

11 alan judd "the accidental agent" (2019) 12 philip kerr "metropolis" (2019) 13 ian rankin "westwind" (2019) 14 jo nesbø "the knife" (2019) 15 david hewson "devil's fjord" (2019)

16 barry forshaw "crime fiction: a reader's guide" (2019) 17 a.a. dhand "one way out" (2019) 18 martin holmén "clinch: the stockholm trilogy 01" (2016)   + martin holmén "down for te count: the stockholm trilogy 02" (2017)   + martin holmén "slugger: the stockholm trilogy 03" (2019) 19 michael kestemont "de zwarte koning" (2019) 20 soren sveistrup "the chestnut man" [2018] (2019)

21 tim mason "the darwin affair" (2019) 22 patrick conrad "good night, charlie" (2019) 23 chris pavone "the paris diversion" (2019) 24 dov aflon "a long night in paris" (2019) 25 arne dahl "hunted" [2017] (2019)

                                  RIP ANDREA CAMILLERI !

gedächtnisstompf:

01 martin hägglund "this life: why mortality makes us free" (2019) /                            "this life: secular faith & spiritual freedom" (2019)

02 derrida "la vie la mort: séminaire (1975-1976)" (2019) 03 jean-luc nancy "derrida, suppléments”  (2019) 04 jean-françois bouthors et jean-luc nancy "démocratie! hic et nunc" (2019) 05 hannah arendt "de vrijheid om vrij te zijn" (2019)      + hannah arendt "nous autres réfugiés" (2019)

06 mckenzie wark "capital is dead": is this something worse?" (2019) 07 johan schokker & tim schokker      "extimiteit: jacques lacan's terugkeer naar freud" (2000) 08 gerhard richter & ann schmock (eds) "give the word:      responses to werner hamacher's 95 theses on philology"    (2019) 09 ranja n gosh "philosophy & poetry: continental perspectives" (2019) 10 shoshana zuboff "the age of surveillance capitalism" (2019)

11 kate zambrano "screen tests: stories & other writing" (2019) 12 daniele carluccio "roland barthes lecteur" (2019) 13 jean-clet martin "la philosophie de gilles deleuze" (2019) 14 mitchell dean & daniel zamora  "le dernier homme et la fin de la révolution:          foucault après mai 68" (2019) 15 arnon grunberg "vriend & vijand: decadentie, ondergang & verlossing" (2019)

16 kwami anthony appiah      "de leugens die ons verbinden: een nieuwe kijk op identiteit" [2018] (2019) 17 quentin meillassoux "science fiction & extro-science fiction" (2015) 18 roberto calasso "het onbenoembare verleden" [2017] (2019) 19 lydia davis "essays" (2019) 20 denise riley "time lived, without its flow" (2019)

poesisstompf:

zoë skoulding "footnotes to water" (2019)

platterstompf:

01 rick moody "on celestial music, and other adventures in listening" (2012)

02 yann courtiau "frictions:   ce que la littérature a fait à la musique et ce que la musique a en a fait" (2019) 03 vivien goldman "revenge of the she-punks:      a feminist music history from poly styrene to pussy riot" (2019) 04 garrígos, triana & guerra "god save the queens: pioneras del punk" (2019) 05 jon savage "this searing light, the sun & everything else:      joy division the oral history" (2019)

06 richard beck "trains, jesus, and murder: the gospel according to johnny cash" 07 mark lanegan "sleevenotes" (2019) 08 jason williamson "jason williamson's house party: sleaford mods 2014-2019" (2019) 09 gallix, hill, & rose (eds) "love bites: fiction inspired by pete shelley" (2019) 10 greg laurie "johnny cash the redemption of an american icon" (2019)

11 marc vos & toon loenders "siglo xx:     opdat de dood ons levend vindt & het leven ons niet doodt" (2019) 12 david sandilands & david keenan "go ahead & drop the bomb      (memorial device pamflet)" (2019) 13 guillaume belhomme "pop fin de siècle" (2019) 14 chris bohn (ed) "the wire" (magazine) (2019) 15 sylvain sylvain "there's no bones in ice cream:      sylvain sylvain's story of the new york dolls" (2018)

16 debbie harry "face it" (2019) 17 jaime gonzalo "poder freak: una crónica de la contracultura vol III" (2014) 18 matthew bower & samantha davies "talisman angelical" (2017) 19 darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: an arcade of audio atrocity vol I" (2013)   + darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: another arcade of audio atrocity vol II" (2015) 20 steve zisson (ed) "a punk rock future" (2019) /      ivar muñoz-rojas "underground babilonia" (2019)

bilderstompf:

01 didier ottinger "bacon en toutes lettres" (2019)

02 antoni tàpies "cap braços cames cos" (2012)   + antoni tàpies "mahlerei und graphik" (2011) 03 laura oldfield ford "savage messiah" (2019) 04 fred vermorel "dead fashion girl: a situationist detective story" (2019) 05 françois schuiten & jaco van dormael "le dernier pharaon" (2019)

06 ken krimstein "the three escapes of hannah arendt: the tyranny of truth" (2018) 07 erik bindervoet & saskia pfaeltzer "aldus sprach nietzsche's zuster" (2019) 08 anthony n fragola & roch c smith "the erotic dream machine: interviews with alain robbe-grillet on his films" (2006)

cyclostompf:

01 bernard chambaz "petite philosophie du vélo" (2019)

02 filip osselaer "de man die doodging (vervolgens mosselen bestelde,      de rekening vroeg en verdween): el tarangu, josé manuel fuente" (2019) 03 peter schmink "de cultus van het lijden: een vrije oefening" (2006) 04 laurent willame "les lieux sacrés du cyclisme:     15 pélérinages à faire avant de crever" (2019) 05 jonas heyerick (ed) "bahamontes: uit liefde voor de stiel" [magazine] (2019)

06 johnny vansevenant "1969, het jaar van eddy merckx" (2019) 07 edwin winkels "la vuelta: heroïsche verhalen uit de ronde van spanje" (2019) 08 frederik baeckelandt "fausto coppi (les héros 04)" (2019) 09 harry pearson "the beast, the emperor & the milkman:      a bone-shaking tour through cycling’s flemish heartlands" (2019) 10 peter cossins "the yellow jersey / le maillot jaune" (2019)

11 thijs zonneveld "het panini album" (2019) 12 thijs zonneveld "de fiets, de fiets & nog veel meer sportverhalen" (2019) 13 willy vangenechten "hoe word je een wielerfan (en blijf je er een)?" (2019)

some wissenschaftstompf & autres divertissements ...:

01 robert macfarlane "underland: a deep time journey" (2019)

02 george van hal & ans hekkenberg "het kosmisch rariteitenkabinet" (2019) 03 josey waley-cohen "only connect: the difficult second quiz book" (2019)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

... the annual out of control TBR pile ...

postcyberpunkstompf

ada hoffmann "the outside" (2019) adrian tchaikovsky "children of ruin" (2019) alastair reynolds "shadow captain" (2019) + alastair reynolds "permafrost" (2019) annalee newitz "the future of another timeline" (2019) charlie jane anders "the city in the middle of the night" (2019) farah mendlesohn "the pleasant profession of robert a heinlein" (2019)gareth l powell "ragged alice" (2019) greg egan "perihelion summer" (2019) ian creasey "the shapes of strangers" (2019) jo walton "lent" (2019)

kameron hurley "the light brigade" (2019) karl schroeder "stealing words" (2019) megan o'keefe "velocity weapon" (2019) neil clarke (ed) "the eagle has landed: 50 years of lunar sf" (2019) nina allan "the silverwind" (2019) paul di filippo "aeota" (2019) peter swirski "stanislaw lem: philosopher of the future" (2019) + peter swirski & waclaw m osadnik (eds) "lemography: stanislaw lem in the eyes of the world" (2019) richard kadrey "the grand dark" (2019) rudy rucker "million mile road trip" (2019) simon ings "the smoke" (2019)

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alex landragin "crossings" (2019) enrique vila-matas "mac's problem" [2017] (2019) joseph scapellato "the made-up man" (2019) kevin breatnach "tunnelvision" (2019) michel houellebecq "serotonin" (2019) nell zink "doxology" (2019) roberto bolaño "the spirit of science fiction: a novel" (2019) samanta schweblin "mouthful of birds" (2019) sergio pitol "mephisto's waltz: selected short stories" (2019) will eaves "murmur" (2019)

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johan op de beek "het complot van laken" (2019) jon steinhagen "the hanging artist" (2019) juli zeh "empty hearts" (2019) max hertzberg "operation oskar" (2019) + max hertzberg "berlin centre" (2019) peter robinson "many rivers to cross" (2019) tony belloto "bellini & the sphinx" [1995] (2019)

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#2019 #rewind #reading #lecture #librarything

[queenofsantacarla]

May I request a fluffy imagine of Dr Daniel Schreber being spoiled rotton by his fem s/o? Giving him all that he desires? ( I luv the good Doctor) 😊💙💙💙 :3

YES [tagging @darling-disastrous my fellow schreber slut]

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, oral, woman on top, tooth rotting fluff

Danny loves to spoil his s/o more than anything, you are his goddess! His heart! The love of his life!

So when you turn the tables on him? It is overwhelming in the best kind of way

You lay out an entire plan for when he returns home from work, and you make sure it's perfect, not a single hair out of place because let's face it he deserves it

First is your outfit. Something very cute and classic, 1950s-esque with an adorable little apron. And underneath? A brand-new set of lingerie. Lacy, blush pink, hugging your body perfectly

Next is dinner. You go all out, making all his favorites with an extravagant dessert to finish off. It's way more food than the two of you can eat, but you want to treat him like a king. You'll spoon-feed him if you want to go the extra mile.

You greet him at the door when he comes home with a teasing kiss on the cheek that leaves behind your deep red lipstick. He's dumbstruck, speechless at the sight of you and the smell of the amazing food.

He can't stop thanking you. Hell, he might tear up a little bit thinking about how incredibly lucky he is to have you. But the night's not over yet!

You head up to your bedroom and coax him to lay down. He's already straining in his pants from your getup, but you start off with a deep massage, focusing on his injured areas. If he was tearing up before, he might be full-on crying from how good your hands feel

Once you're finished, he tries to get up and give something, anything back to you, but you're quick to stop him. This is all about him. You roll him on his back and give him slow, sensual oral. You try to get him to finish in your mouth, but he begs so sweetly to come inside you. How can you refuse?

You climb up and ride him to release, both of you boneless and satiated by the end. He whispers over and over how much he loves you, and you share sleepy kisses until you both fall asleep

thank you for the request my love!! 💛

#dark city 1998 #daniel schreber x reader #dr daniel schreber #fade writes #fade answers #kiefer sutherland

[queenofsantacarla]

orpheus's trial

Dr. Daniel Schreber (Dark City) x F!Reader

Warnings: infidelity, unhealthy relationship dynamics (not reader and daniel), face-sitting, woman on top, service sub!daniel, coming untouched

inspired and encouraged by @darling-disastrous

Daniel hated seeing you upset. It was heartbreaking, knowing you were hurting. Your hurt was his own in so many ways.

But it was an addiction, you coming to him for support and advice and allowing him to soothe you, even in such a professional manner. You were the drug he was hopelessly hooked on, desperate for the next hit.

He looked forward to your counseling appointment dates with great anticipation, with the exception of those like today.

Marriage counseling was only truly effective if both parties participated, of course, but Daniel much preferred those during which the space was only shared between himself and you. And not your "husband."

He was certain "Bryan Campbell," whatever his true name was, had the capacity to be a decent sort of person, but within the Dark City the man was given the role of a lousy mate and little else. It was a peculiar curiosity of the Strangers, to see the unfolding of human relationships, both positive and negative, with little regard for their test subjects.

So Daniel took it upon himself to give you that regard, to care and cherish.

To love.

It was still a surprise - albeit a pleasant one - when you arrived at your appointment time without your spouse.

You had knocked on his door politely, despite the several times he had told you that you were more than welcome to just enter his office. Daniel felt his features light up unconsciously at seeing you, at seeing your smile, once again.

"Ms. Campbell. Good evening. Please, please come in…" he held his arm open for you to enter. The dress you were wearing was lovely: flower patterned, with muted colors. Simple, but stunning.

"Thank you, Dr. Schreber," you said as you made your way over to the couch. "And how many times have I said you can call me by my first name?" Your tone was teasing, your eyes bright.

"I-I'm afraid you will have to remind me at least once more," Danny stuttered, easily overwhelmed by the quick pace of his heart whenever you were around. "Is Mr. Campbell not joining us today?"

Your smile vanished from your features. You sat straighter, cleared your throat. Signs of annoyance, but not at your doctor. "No, he isn't. I'm sorry."

“There is no need to be sorry,” he assured quickly, moving to collect his notepad. In truth, he hardly ever took meaningful notes, they’d be useless soon enough, but the illusion was important for now.

You gave a mirthless, breathy laugh that revealed your shame. “Actually, there is. I told Bryan that if he wasn’t willing to work on... us, that he shouldn’t bother coming at all. And he didn’t, so I’m sorry.” You scoffed again, looking down at your lap. Staring very hard, a tell that Daniel had picked up: you were trying not to cry, yet. “Sometimes I don’t know why I bother, either."

Daniel scribbled onto his notepad, but not words, just markings to make it seem like he was doing something other than quelling his own nerves. "You're thinking of ceasing with marriage counseling, then?"

"No!" You almost yelped with a surprising quickness. "No, of course not. Honestly, I just… am not so sure if it can be called that anymore."

Daniel had to school his features to avoid betraying his own feelings. Shock. Hope. "W-what do you mean?"

"I feel like this is more about me at this point than about my marriage to Bryan." You shrugged, but the barest hint of a genuine smile was gracing your features again. "These sessions have become the best part of my routine. Frankly speaking, they've become the only thing I look forward to."

There was a long bit of silence as you took a deep breath to collect your thoughts before speaking again.

"I feel like... no one in the whole world understands me, or would even bother to," you said, but you gifted him with a weary, beautiful smile. "Except you."

Daniel clutched his pen a bit harder, trying not to show a reaction. "I-I'm honored you think so. I'm glad that these sessions are… helpful to you, if nothing else."

"They definitely are."

~

Dr. Daniel Schreber had met and fallen in love with you in a thousand different ways.

You were given the role of a schoolteacher once, and despite the lack of any actual daytime classes, the way you prepared to cultivate young minds with such passion and devotion had made him melt. He would've loved to see you with the children, smiling and bright as you gave everything you have into being a suitable guide for them. He would expect nothing less: you gave your all in everything you did.

In another instance, you were a struggling performer, desperate to find work. Audition after audition filled your nights, with little success to be found no matter where you turned. Daniel had made his way to the theatre in preparation to give the director his new memories, and had walked in on one of them. You recited your soliloquy with gusto, emotion bursting from every word, and he watched your face fall when all you received in return was: You're just not what we're looking for. Fake memories could not fully shape a personality, and with how intrinsically patient and kind you were, you still thanked the director for his time as you rushed off the stage fighting tears. You had nearly run straight into Daniel, only stopping to apologize sincerely despite your clear hurting.

But the first time he had ever met you was the most precious to him.

It was early into the history of the Dark City, early into the Strangers' experiment. Before Daniel had been utterly broken by his fear of them, when he was more brazen about his disagreements. He was beaten and bloodied, limping to his makeshift home in a semi-conscious state. His vision blurred, he saw stars, and he felt himself falling until he was caught by supportive hands.

"Are you alright?"

The softest, most angelic voice he had ever heard reached his ears, so lovely he had to try and open his eyes to see who it belonged to.

The first time Daniel saw your face was a memory he would always cherish. You were a vision of beauty unlike any he could remember before or since.

Sheer kindness was not something he was accustomed to feeling, and yet you gave it in spades, escorting him on shaky feet back to his own home with repeated assurance that it was not a burden. He would never forget that.

He would never forget you. And after that night he worked tirelessly on knowing everything about you. Your real name, the bits of you that shined through the false memories. And he meticulously crafted every new set of memories for you with time and care, hoping every time that his work would be worthy of you in spite of whatever role the Strangers wanted you to fill this time.

That's what Daniel was doing, in fact, when he heard the slightest knock at his door. It was so faint, he thought he was hearing things at first. But he stood, and made his way to the door, and he opened it.

"(Y/N)?" He couldn't help but let your first name slip through his lips when he saw your back, midway through a hasty retreat from his door.

You turned, and his heart shattered. Your eyes were rimmed bright red from tears, and your lips trembled with hiccups. Black mascara streaks stained your cheeks.

"Dr. Schreber, I-" you choked on your words with another sob. "I-I shouldn't be here, I just wasn't sure where else to go. I'm so sorry to bother you-"

"No, please-" Daniel said, almost tripping over himself to keep you from leaving. "Come in, please…"

You hesitated, desperately wiping away your tears, but you did enter, and Daniel was more than ready to provide you with sanctuary.

You sat on the couch as if this was going to be any other session. You grabbed the box of tissues from the side table to clean up your makeup in vain. "I-I should explain."

"If that's what you want, you don't have to, if you're not ready," Daniel reassured, sitting across from you, any thoughts of work abandoned.

You shook your head. "I should, since I'm imposing on your hospitality. Which I'm very sorry for, by the way…" you tried to laugh, but it was too watery.

Don't ever be sorry, Daniel wanted to say, to reach out and take your hand and wipe away your tears. But instead he sat, he listened. It was all he could do.

"I, um… I went home early today. I wanted to have a talk with Bryan and see if maybe we could sort out priorities or… something, I don't know." You shrugged. "I guess I wanted to see if I needed to start looking for a lawyer."

"D-did you have that talk?" He asked, trying to stay neutral, but already running away with numerous ideas of what your lousy husband could have done to cause this.

"No. We didn't." You chose not to fight the next wave of tears. "I found him in our bed… with another woman."

Lingering silence permeated the room as Daniel collected his thoughts. It broke him to see you hurting, now freely crying just feet away from him. He couldn't just tell you that he would be able to fix it in a few short hours, give you a new life with less pain, no matter how much every fibre of his being was desperate to soothe you. To brush away your tears and tell you that you deserved to be worshipped like a goddess, to be loved like a queen.

That you were loved.

"God, I'm such an idiot," you sobbed, yanking Daniel from his own thoughts. "I kept trying for so long, thinking that I could fix this, that I would be good enough for him, if I just-" Words failed you as sorrow wracked your body.

"It-it's not your-"

"You must think I'm so pathetic."

Daniel's gaze snapped to yours. Your eyes bore into his, still so beautiful as they swam with tears, and the saddest smile crossed your beautiful lips. "I mean it's not like we've had sex in forever, we barely even have conversations that aren't arguments anymore. All this time I've kept on coming and wasting your time-"

"No, please-"

"All this time trying to fix something I never had a chance of salvaging anyway, like a stupid little girl desperate for her first crush to like her back-"

"Stop." Without truly thinking his actions through, Daniel was at your side in an instant. His trembling hand found yours and he had to swallow thickly to keep from choking at the contact.

He couldn't allow himself time to realize that this was the first touch of his skin on yours.

"If I may say… (Y/N)..." he found the courage to look you in the eye. "Y-your husband is a fool to not fight for you."

Your tears had ceased. Your eyes searched his face for the slightest hint of pity or deceit, only to find nothing.

"A-any man would be incredibly lucky, t-to have you."

Daniel had to look away, the courage he had found to say those truths vanished under your direct gaze.

Until he felt soft lips brush his cheek.

You pulled back in an instant, cheeks furiously red. "I… I am so sorry, Dr. Schreber, that was incredibly inappropriate of me-"

"Daniel."

"Wh-what?"

"(Y/N), please… please call me Daniel."

Your features softened, and a gentle smile even began to appear on your lips.

"Daniel," you repeated, his name on your lips sounding like a prayer.

"Yes," he breathed out, hardly able to do anything else but close the small distance between the two of you.

It was gentle, at first, your lips shyly moving against his. Daniel couldn't form a single coherent thought, too wrapped up in sheer ecstacy. How many times had he imagined this, having you so close, feeling your lips on his own? The reality was better than anything he could have dreamed, and it became his own personal heaven when your tongue caressed his bottom lip.

His hand brushed your hair away from your face, finding it just as silky as it looked, and he cradled your head in worship.

When you finally had to pull away to catch your breath, you chose to rest your forehead against his.

Daniel whispered your name like it was his only lifeline. In the back of his mind, he knew his time was drawing short, that soon you would fall into a forced sleep and new memories would need to be put in place.

He knew he couldn't waste what little time he had.

"It's, um… been a while since someone kissed me like that," you admitted, that enchanting blush dancing across your cheeks. "...But I wouldn't mind if you did it again."

With a laugh another breathless sigh of your name, he encouraged you to look at him. "P-please, let… let me take care of you."

Your eyes met his and your blush grew. "It's… been a long time since I-"

"I know, I know," Daniel whispered. "I-I want to… make you feel good."

Your pupils dilated, and it sent a shiver down Daniel's spine. You were aroused, by him. That was thrilling in no small amount, and it made his heart race when you whispered:

"Okay."

He kissed you once more, almost to confirm that you were here, that that was happening. He let his hand move up the soft skin of your thigh, under your dress. And, God, he could already feel the heat of you, of your arousal. His fingertips brushed fine lace, and you gasped under his ministrations.

Ignoring the protestings of his injured leg, Daniel maneuvered himself to lay on his back. You - the absolute goddess that you were - held up your dress and swung your thigh over so that your hips were hovering above his face.

But you hesitated, eyes betraying your nerves. Your left hand twitched, and your gaze fell onto the ring that sat there. You looked down at Daniel, desperate for him to say something.

And he was certain he could not love you anymore than he did in that moment. Your gentle heart still showed kindness to a man that betrayed you so completely.

It made Daniel want to worship you all the more. He put his hand on top of yours, covering the band.

"Please, darling. Let me love you."

You moaned out loud and nodded frantically, and he couldn't wait any longer. He moved your panties to the side and gently pulled your hips down, covering your sex with his mouth.

Daniel had to wonder if he had died and gone to heaven. You tasted so sweet on his tongue, already wet with arousal. You trembled atop him, gasping and moaning with every caress. He did not consider himself an expert in this particular art, and yet you were so responsive to his actions.

That in itself was shockingly pleasurable. He could feel himself harden in his trousers, the confines quickly becoming uncomfortable, but he refused to stop. The only thought in his mind was you, your taste, and how he needed to feel you come on his tongue.

You were close, and it was punctuated by the way your hands suddenly wove into his hair. His hands still gripped your hips, but you were moving your hips against his face with abandon, desperate to chase your own high. Your moans became high-pitched and your breath escaped in needy pants.

"Please- please-"

Daniel moaned into you, the vibrations making you keen. He rocked your hips with his hands, working his mouth against you more roughly. He lapped at your swollen bud to be gifted with your whining moans, and swirled his tongue to taste the nectar it drew from you as his reward.

You canted yourself against him, gripping his hair, and when he sucked your clit into his mouth you tipped over that glorious edge.

"Ah-ah, D-Dan-Danny!"

Your cry of his name was cut off as you came, shuddering against him as he brought you down from your high with sweet kisses to your inner thighs. You had enough of your senses remaining to crawl off his face, but you barely gave him time to catch his breath before your lips were on his.

"That was… incredible," you whispered to him between kisses.

Daniel smiled against your lips, feeling high from the simple knowledge that he had given you such pleasure.

"Can I return the favor?" You asked with a coy grin.

It made Daniel's heart jump into his throat, but a blush reddened his cheeks and ears when he realized that the high he felt was accompanied by a wet sensation in his trousers. "I- I'm sorry, I-"

Your lips were on his once again before he could stammer out an apology. "Don't apologize. You have no idea how much of a confidence boost that is right now."

Daniel couldn't help but share your smile. You were so beautiful like this, smiling and blissed out from pleasure, but doubt suddenly clouded your features.

"Is it alright if I stay here? I, um… don't think I can…"

You didn't have to say 'go home.' It mattered little, Daniel knew it wasn't going to be your home soon anyway. Nor would Bryan Campbell continue to be your husband.

Daniel had constructed a new life for you, with permission from the Strangers. One where he could take care of you and cherish you every day. He would protect you, love you. In just a few short hours it would be reality.

He nodded and you cuddled close to his side.

"Thank you, Danny," you whispered, already half-asleep.

Danny. He could get used to you calling him that. He turned and kissed your forehead, and he was at peace for the first time in the Dark City.

#dark city 1998 #dr daniel schreber #daniel schreber x reader #daniel schreber #kiefer sutherland #fade writes #spicy stuff

[queenofsantacarla]

Fade's Masterlist

Masterlist of all my writing 💛

*smut/suggestive content

+dark content

[all content will have appropriate warnings at the top. reader gender neutral unless specifically tagged)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Multi-Chapter AUs

Poly

hide (when the sun gets higher) masterlist

Zoo Date headcanons

What the boys smell like

Historical AU headcanons

Reincarnation/Soulmate AU headcanons

Hypnosis k*nk headcanons*

Tough/secretly soft s/o headcanons

Putting their cold feet on you

S/o that’s oblivious to flirting (includes Michael)

Biting Headcanons*

The Lost Boys as Build a Bears

The Lost Boys at a Rocky Horror Midnight Showing

David

Affection Prompts

Spanish speaking s/o

David x Dwayne x Reader

David x M!Reader headcanons

Yandere!David with naive s/o+

Piece of Mind* (David x F!Reader full fic)

Marko

Affection Prompts

Saving a stray kitty

Making a jacket for his s/o

Spray paint date with s/o

Paul x Marko x M!Reader headcanons

dinnertime (marko tlb day mini fic)*

Paul

Affection Prompts Part 1

Affection Prompts Part 2

Affection Prompts Part 3

Paul x Marko x M!Reader headcanons

where the freaks will come around (Paul tlb day mini fic)

Dwayne

Affection Prompts

Yandere!Dwayne kidnapping reader+

David x Dwayne x Reader

Dwayne teaching the reader to skateboard

like a river flows (dwayne x f!reader tlb day mini fic)*

Michael

feast (michael tlb day mini fic)

Star

Star x F!Reader headcanons

Star x Butch!F!Reader

Awesome Monster Bashers

Secret vampire FTM reader+

Reaction to FTM reader’s coming out

Butch!Frog Sister Reader

The Lost Girls AU

Your Hand in Mine I (F!David x Reader)*

Ace Merrill (Stand By Me, 1986)

Bedside Manner (Ace x F!Reader short fic)

Prince Charming (Ace x M!Reader short fic)

Golden Boy (Ace x M!Reader short fic)

Barefoot and Pregnant* (Ace x F!Reader breeding k*nk headcanons)

Dr. Daniel Schreber (Dark City, 1998)

Orpheus’s Trial* (Daniel x F!Reader full fic)

Apollo’s Pursuit+ (Daniel x F!Reader full fic)

Daniel getting spoiled by f!Reader*

Teasing Daniel until he snaps*

Nelson Wright (Flatliners, 1990)

Reader w/ doctor k*nk*

Athos (The Three Musketeers, 1993)

SFW/NSFW headcanons*

Bill and Ted

Bill

Bill Preston soft headcanons

Ted

Poly

Poly headcanons

S/o with a stutter

#masterlist #fade writes #blog maintenance #pinned post

[queenofsantacarla]

apollo's pursuit

Dark City (1998) | Daniel Schreber x F!Reader

Warnings: use of petnames (love, darling, goddess, etc.) dubious relationship consent (you have fake memories), dark themes, PREGNANCY, LOSS OF PREGNANCY, NON CONSENSUAL ABORTION, MISCARRIAGE, BLOOD

***please pay attention to these warnings, this is one of the darkest things i have ever written and my priority is for everyone to be safe***

posted with lots of encouragement and love from @darling-disastrous ❤️ i took a lot of inspiration from her dark city fics so i would recommend checking those out

It was difficult for Dr. Daniel Schreber to describe how idyllic the relationship between the two of you was.

He often considered himself to be the luckiest man he knew to have you in his life, and so Danny treated every day with you like a gift, showering you with all the affection you could ever need. He worshipped you with his words, his body, his time, everything he could give was yours. So long as you were happy, so was he.

There were things that were hard at times, of course. Danny worked hard, and it took a great deal of his time. But you, in your unshakable grace, understood how dedicated he was, it was one of the things you repeatedly said that you adored about him. And somehow, when everything was overwhelming and just on the edge of being too much, Danny would come home and you would be there. You, your ever present loveliness, your beaming smile, always there for him to return to, and his world would brighten once more.

It was almost enough to forget the circumstances under which you two were together.

Almost.

The first scare was… relatively simple, in retrospect.

That night, Danny had come home to you, perfect and lovely, preparing a meal meant to be shared. He didn’t have much time to stay before he had to leave once more, but just seeing you in his dingy little kitchen creating something with him in mind made his heart skip a beat in his chest. It was a wonderfully simple moment the two of you spent together, holding hands like lovestruck teenagers across the table while you ate.

As he was preparing to depart, you sat by the window and sipped at a glass of wine, illuminated by the lights of the city.

Danny was certain he’d never seen you more beautiful.

You caught him staring out of the corner of your eye, and you turned to smile at him. “What?”

“You…” he breathed out, voice weak from the heady emotions coursing through him. “You are an absolute goddess.”

“Oh, Danny, stop,” you cooed, blushing and trying to hide it by ducking your head. He adored seeing your reactions to his sweet words, the blushes and giggles and… the heat that would creep into your eyes, at intimate moments.

And you were charmed by him, utterly and completely. Even the unique rhythm of his speaking voice had you enamored.

You took another sip of wine before a strange expression crossed your features. It was mostly an unreadable expression, but there was the undercurrent of something… sad. It was something Danny had never really seen before, and it made the first tendrils of anxiety curl in his stomach.

“Darling? Is something wrong?” he asked, limping over to where you sat.

“No, no, not at all,” you assured him. When you looked up at him, the twinge of sadness was already gone. “I just had… a strange thought, that’s all. I’m being silly.” You reached over and placed your hand on his cheek. He couldn’t help but nuzzle into the simple touch and press a kiss to your soft palm.

“Go,” you said comfortingly. “Work hard, do good.”

Danny managed a smile and placed his hand over yours for a lingering moment before pulling away. “I’ll see you soon, my love.” The two of you shared a smile before he turned to go.

He was halfway to the door when he heard your voice again.

“Why don’t you ever call me by my name, Danny?”

When he turned back, it was like a punch to the gut. Your eyes, your beautiful bright eyes, were unfocused, not even looking at him. And they were dull, so dull, as if you were far away. Lost.

“W-what do you mean?”

You did look at him then. “You always use pet names for me. Love and darling, and other things… I can’t remember the last time you said my name.” Your eyes tore from him again, and you faced out the window to stare at nothing. “And it’s the strangest thing, Danny… if I think about it too hard, I can’t seem to remember… what my name actually is.”

Danny almost dropped what he was holding. He scrambled to remember when your last injection was, and his mind was already cataloguing the work he would need to do to prepare your next one. He cursed himself internally for letting it go so long, for putting you in this position-

You made a dismissive noise, snapping him out of his thoughts. “It’s like I said, Danny, I’m just being silly.” The dazed quality in your voice had vanished, and when you smiled over your shoulder at him your eyes were bright as ever. “I’ll see you later, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said immediately.

His heart didn’t stop pounding until he was several blocks away.

~

Danny had almost forgotten about that incident by the time something else happened.

He was working at home, which wasn't unusual for him, but what was unusual was your… insistence on being playfully disruptive.

Danny enjoyed your presence while he worked, of course, but you usually stayed back, reading or crafting while he did so that he had plenty of space. Today, on the other hand, you seemed intent on being firmly in that space.

You watched with eagerness as he worked, and even while you sat you seemed to be bouncing or constantly playing with your fingers, drumming them on the table or twiddling them.

It was adorable, Danny couldn't help but admit, but he was getting awfully distracted. "What is it, darling?"

You perked up like a puppy hearing its name, but shook your head. "Oh! Nothing, nothing. Just… watching you work." You beamed at him so brilliantly, but it was obvious that wasn't the truth. He quirked an eyebrow at you and your smile faltered for a nanosecond before you stood, plucking a stethoscope from his tools.

"Actually, I think I need a quick check-up," you said as you hopped up onto the table. "Won't you do that for me, doctor?"

Danny chuckled to himself, taking the stethoscope from your hands to indulge you. Your smile was infectious as he moved the diaphragm to your chest, and you even kissed his forehead excitedly as he did. He listened for a few cursory moments and smiled, “Perfect and healthy, my love.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“Not at all.” He tilted his head at you with confusion and a hint of worry. “Why? Are you feeling alright, is everything okay, darling-”

“No, Danny, everything is fine!” You took his hand, gently stroking over the skin with your thumb to reassure him. “I feel great. You… didn’t hear anything strange?”

He shook his head, brows furrowed but relishing in the feel of your soft skin.

“Oh,” you said with an edge of… disappointment, perhaps? “I guess it must be too early, then.” The smile on your features steadily grew as you pulled his hand to your abdomen, encouraging him to splay his fingers out.

“Wh-what are you saying?” Danny gasped out as panic and wishful thinking began to battle in his mind.

You brushed your nose against his and smiled with teary eyes. “I’m pregnant, Danny. We’re gonna have a baby.”

His throat tightened and he felt the beginnings of hot tears prick behind his eyes, so he had to look away from you. All he could hear was the blood rushing through his ears, your words falling away somewhere behind him.

Imagining you pregnant was one thing. It gave him a private thrill, the idea of having a family. With you. It was a beautiful fantasy he kept close to his heart, but knew in the forefront of his mind that it must remain that way. Asking the Strangers for a companion was one thing, and he had been scared to death that he would never see you again once he did ask. It was nothing short of a miracle in his mind that he was allowed to have you, and he dedicated himself to proving he was worthy of you everyday by protecting you.

In a different life, perhaps, this would be a joyous moment. How exuberant he would be were things different, to prepare to bring new life into the world. How beautiful you would look, growing with his child, your body undergoing glorious metamorphosis to make way for your child. His child.

But that was not the reality he could live in. Everyone under the Strangers' observation was in danger, a danger he helped perpetuate. How would the Strangers react to the presence of a new life in their simulation, one so… untouched by previous memories or innate human expectations? The thought made Daniel shudder almost violently. There was no way to guarantee the child's safety in this world, and that shook him down to his core, made him sick to his stomach. It would be better, merciful even, to not introduce a child to this world.

It broke Daniel's heart to realize, but worse, he would have to break yours, too.

He couldn't just tell you why there was so much danger in this joy, what would you think? If he told you the truth of the city, would you not wonder what your life was before, why your memories were the way they were? Every bit of your memory was made in a laboratory, by Daniel himself. How could he admit that without losing you?

It was his duty to protect you, the love of his life. Even if it was painful.

"Danny?"

Your melodic voice pulled him back to reality, and he realized your hand was resting ever so gently on his shoulder.

He caught his breath, trying to calm the tremble of his hands, but he was unable to keep it from his voice. "I- I'm sorry, darling, I'm just-"

"Nervous?" You smiled gently with a reassuring squeeze.

You goddess, Danny thought to himself. You always knew what to say, somehow, as if you knew him better than he knew himself. With a wobbly smile, he nodded.

"Oh, Danny," you cooed sweetly as you took him into your arms. You rested your forehead against his and your eyes fluttered closed.

Danny just watched your features, unable to look away, even as his heart secretly broke for you.

"I think you're going to be a wonderful father, Danny. I promise, we're in this together." Your eyes opened and you cupped his cheeks in your soft palms. "Okay?"

Danny let one of his hands cover yours, making a secret promise to himself. "Okay."

When you kissed him sweetly, he knew exactly what he would do. He wouldn't let anything happen to you.

You were his everything.

~

It wasn't hard to get the pill.

It was a simple thing, a beige color, unassuming overall. Yet, it seemed to have the weight of a brick in Daniel's coat pocket.

Since your pregnancy reveal, you had managed to find a book on prenatal care and you were going through it religiously. It was… painful for Daniel to reconcile your eagerness, your pure unadulterated excitement, with what he was about to do. It was necessary, he knew that, and he hoped you would understand that.

Eventually.

He trudged into the apartment and sure enough, there you were sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through the pages of your new tome with a highlighter. When you heard the door close, you smiled up at Danny and went to stand.

"Sit, darling, it's fine," he assured, limping over and kissing your temple.

You giggled at him. "Danny, I'm only three months along at most, I won't overextend myself by getting up to welcome my wonderful boyfriend home."

"I know, I know." He planted another kiss on your forehead before he walked into the kitchen. "Hungry, my love?"

"I can make dinner, you've been working so hard lately."

"Just tonight, love," Danny said. "Let me do this for you. For… both of you."

Maybe it was an underhanded tactic, but it worked. You smiled with a dreamy look in your eyes, turning back to your book.

Danny wasn't much of a cook, it was true. But he had grabbed a few fresh fruits the last time he went out for groceries, purposefully so. With a blender he hadn't touched in years, he was able to whip up a basic smoothie.

He hesitated when he reached for the pill in his pocket. In that moment, he heard something from behind him: you had begun humming to yourself. When he listened closer, he realized the song was an easily recognizable lullaby. Nausea swirled in his gut and he had to fight the urge to look back at you. If he looked, he wouldn't be able to go through with it.

He dropped the pill into the mixture before he could think about it anymore.

When it was finished, Danny pushed a glass towards you and was greeted with a curious smile.

"Trying to get me all healthy for the baby?" you teased.

Danny almost choked, but managed to cover it with a cough. "W-well, antioxidants… Good for the-the... baby."

You smiled warmly. "Thank you. It looks great." You reached out and started to drink without hesitation.

It was over. Danny felt like he could breathe again, at least for the moment.

It didn't last long.

It had come time for the city to shift once again. Daniel hoped you would be… asleep, while the pill worked. He went away to work, ready to be there for you once he returned, to be with you in any grief you felt.

The apartment was eerily silent and dark when he returned.

Daniel climbed the stairs, eager to slip into bed with you for just a few moments of fitful rest. Just time to be with you, before he had to face your hurt.

The bedroom was empty when he walked in. The bed sheets on your side were haphazardly tossed aside, and you were nowhere to be seen. He walked over and flipped on the nightstand light, and noticed out of the corner of his eye a discoloration in the sheets. A large stain rested in the middle of the bed, right where you would be lying, and when Daniel touched it, the tips of his fingers came back deep crimson.

That was when he noticed the door to the master bathroom was closed, and a bit of light shone from underneath. If he focused on the silence of the room, he could hear… something, from the other side.

He made his way over, slowly, a death march to the door. He reached up to knock, but stopped when he heard the faint sound again.

Tiny gasps, hiccups. Sniffling. Muffled sobs.

His heart shattered all over again.

"Darling?" He eventually called, giving the door a pathetic knock. "Darling, I'm coming in."

"Danny?" You gasped out, your voice heavy with tears. "Danny, no, please, don't-" you dissolved into more pronounced sobs, and Daniel heard something clatter to the floor.

"Love, please let me-"

"I said no!"

He froze. He had never once heard you like this, the agonized sharpness turned to venom in your words. He didn't try to knock or speak again, but he could not bring his feet to drag his body from the door. With care taken in regards to his damaged leg, he ended up sitting with his back against the door, listening to you cry. Alone.

He didn't get any rest that night.

Eventually, Daniel had to regretfully rise. The Strangers had need of him once again.

As he gathered his coat to go, he heard the door creak open, and turned to look at you.

It was like seeing a ghost.

You were pale, eyes red and ringed with dark circles, and even the way you held yourself was as if you were being dragged down to the earth.

There was a moment where the two of you simply existed in the same space. Danny watched your features for even the most minuscule change, and it felt like hours passed as he waited.

Eventually, you sighed in an attempt to speak, but your voice shook with even the simple release of breath. Danny took a single step forward and waited again. This time, you met him halfway, but kept your eyes firmly down and away from his own.

Was it shame that motivated you to divert your gaze? The shame that rightfully only he should have been feeling? The shame that was, in fact, burning in his core as he observed how much grief was weighing you down?

You made an attempt to speak again, but just shook your head. You pressed your eyes closed to keep from outright sobbing and a single tear escaped. Danny reached up and brushed it away, letting his knuckles brush against your cheek. The contact of his skin against yours shattered the tension and you walked forward into his arms, burying your face against his chest.

He held you close, knowing he was wholly undeserving of the beautiful creature seeking his arms for comfort. He allowed himself a single tear that fell into your hair, not any more than that. How dare he compare his grief to yours, how dare he try and appropriate your sorrow?

He could almost hear your voice in his head: How dare you? How dare you?

Somehow, the embrace ended and he was helping you into bed. He pulled the blankets around your unmoving form.

"I have to go," he whispered, not even sure if you would respond.

And you didn't. You didn't even look at him, but before he left he stole a glance back at you. Your eyes had fallen closed, and silent tears were streaming down your cheeks.

~

It was almost time for another injection.

Daniel had put serious thought into simply erasing what had happened from your mind, replacing them with more blissful memories. As he worked to perfect the new memories, he kept returning to the idea.

He would give anything to see you brighten again, like the sun that never rose over the dark city.

So he could make you forget.

If only he could also forget scrubbing your blood off the floor of the bathroom. Washing it out of the sheets and your clothes. Seeing it mar the inside of your thighs.

The walk home that night seemed to take longer than usual. Daniel was exhausted, he spent so much time perfecting your injection on top of his work. The time for the shift was getting close, so he only had so much time with you before the forced sleep would overtake you. So while he rushed to get home, it seemed like the sidewalks stretched on into eternity.

When he stepped into the apartment, it was like breathing fresh air. It was… almost hopeful, this time. The two of you could go back to the heavenly way you were, he could free you from your grief and continue to keep you safe and loved even in this world you were both stuck in.

"Darling?" he called into the apartment, eager to see you.

There was no response.

He walked in, a newfound energy in his steps. He removed his coat and set down his briefcase, calling out for you once more.

Silence.

Daniel wandered into the living room, and he finally saw your silhouette by the window, your back to him, stock-still.

"Darling…?" he attempted once more.

When you did turn around to face him, your expression was unreadable. Your eyes were dull, and it terrified him. He felt the blood drain from his face and his legs began to feel shaky.

"Danny," you stared, picking something up from the table. "What's this?"

Daniel's heart skipped. You held a little leather-bound brown notebook- the one he used to keep notes on the subjects in the Strangers' experiment. Everything was in that book: people's old and new identities, the tweaks in personality and status that change with every shifting.

And somewhere in there, in great detail, were his notes on you. His observations he made before he asked the Strangers for you as a companion. The lives you had led within the city, the names you had been given, the roles you had played, it was all in there.

Until they stopped, and the only remaining notes on you were what memories he had created for your very first injection he had given you once he had permission to have you.

"What is this, Danny?" you said again, panic and fury biting at the edge of your words.

Daniel's hands trembled as he mustered the courage to respond. "I- love, please-"

"Tell me this isn't what it looks like." You were bargaining, pleading, but Daniel was not sure if it was with him or with some higher force. "Tell me that none of this is true, that I- that we- aren't some fabrication you created in a lab."

He couldn't. It must have been written all over his face that he couldn't do that simple thing, because you covered your mouth with a shaking hand as though you were going to be sick. You rushed from the room and into the bedroom. Daniel tried to follow, but you had thrown the door shut behind you. He waited in a manner that was too reminiscent of when he waited outside the bathroom door for you to emerge.

He didn't know how to face your grief this time.

When you emerged, you had a backpack, messily packed. You had roughly pulled on a sweater over your pajamas. Realization seeped into Daniel’s gut.

"Wait, please-" he tried to reach out to you, only for you to jerk away from him.

"D-don't," you stammered out. Your eyes were wide, frantic, your form still trembling as you inched your way towards the front door. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, on the edge of hyperventilation. "This… this is all fake. Our life, our relationship-" you were shaking your head, as if trying to dislodge the false memories from your mind.

"Please, I only want to keep you safe," Daniel begged, desperate to keep you from walking out that door into the unknown. "I love you, more than anything, I swear."

The expression on your face was haunting. You looked… scared of him. Worse, you looked disgusted with him.

With a shaky breath, you steeled yourself and spoke. "Who the hell even are you, Daniel?"

You never called him Daniel. It was always Danny, from day one. He had no idea where it had come from, it was just… purely you.

When you spoke again, it didn't even sound like your voice.

"Who the hell am I?"

You scrambled for the door, but as soon as your hand wrapped around the handle you froze and began to crumple to the ground.

Daniel moved faster than he ever had to keep you from hitting the ground. He cradled you in his arms, turning your face to see what happened. Had you fainted? That wasn't unreasonable, your body and mind going through such shock.

But then, he realized: you were asleep.

He fumbled for the pocket watch in his trousers, flipping it open to confirm. The shifting had just started, and you were under the Strangers' forced city-wide sleep.

In a strange mixture of relief and agony, Daniel held your unconscious form close and sobbed into your neck. He had been too close, far too close to losing you. You had been horrified with him, your divine features marred by betrayal. He knew even in that moment, he would carry that image with him forever.

He reached for his briefcase, still holding you close to him, not yet ready to part from you. When his hand wrapped around the syringe, he could feel his heart slow in rhythm.

He could fix this, he would fix this. He owed you that much, his sunlight, his heart and soul, his goddess.

The needle sunk into the skin of your neck. His breathing calmed, the nausea began to fade.

Daniel knew he was the only one that could keep you safe in this world. And he would, by whatever means necessary.

Dr. Daniel Schreber considered himself the luckiest man he knew, to have you in his life, and he treated every idyllic day like a gift.

It helped drive his bad memories away.

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