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ch 1. surgeries and ramen and pining, oh my!

the first installment of my seventeen drabble series doctor, doctor.

pairings: ot13 x reader, ??? x reader

genre: fluff, angst, slice of life, medical au

warnings: a teeny tiny bit of explicit language? mentions of invasive brain tumours and hirschsprung disease. ALSO i’ve completely changed up the ages of the seventeen members bc i wanted to… so pls understand that literally nothing about their age is accurate :))

word count: 1.2k

y/n

You sat at your desk, gazing vacantly at your bookshelf, which was crowded with thick textbooks and a number of slightly creepy 3D brain models. Your head was aching from the prior fifteen hours of intense concentration, the Panadol pills you’d dry-swallowed sitting heavily somewhere in your chest.

See, unlike your current self who was slumped blankly in your office, you were something of a legend amongst your fellow medical colleagues. Entering the Harvard medicinal course with a full scholarship, graduating as valedictorian, and excelling at your practical hospital work during your internship and residency, you had recently finished your fellowship at the prestigious Seoul-based Silverwood Medical Hospital as a renowned up-and-coming neurosurgeon.

All that time, effort, and struggle… for more time, effort, and struggle, you thought in almost bitter amusement, a tired smile tugging at your lips. You had just finished an ambitious fifteen-hour surgery to remove a severe invasive brain tumour, which you had agreed to in order to solidify your capability - it had been successful, thankfully, but left you extremely drained. You checked the time - 1 a.m. - and made the decision to sleep overnight at the hospital.

The door burst open suddenly; swiftly removing your shoe-clad feet from your desk, you sat up abruptly, prepared to berate the intruder - likely a fresh-faced intern - for their lack of knocking, only to see a familiar smiling face. You grinned back, placing your feet in their original position, as you greeted one of your oldest, closest friends.

“Well, hello, hello, hello, dear Y/N! Have you died yet?” Kwon Soonyoung inquired.

“Been to hell and back, Soonyoung,” you replied.

“I sympathise. Anyway - I’m assuming you’re sleeping here?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“Brilliant! I’m on a night shift, so we can have dinner together. Instant ramen?”

“Naturally.”

“Oh, wait. Let me check with the others.” Soonyoung pulled out his phone from his pocket, furiously typing. A few moments later, your own phone pinged audibly with a notification from the group chat titled ‘thirteen wannabe doctors + y/n’.

Soonyoung was a paediatrician, 28 years old - the same age as you. You both had graduated from the same college, entered the same hospital to complete your practical work, and were allocated as doctors to Silverwood together. It would be a miracle if you weren’t best friends - which, in fact, you were. It wasn’t just the two of you though - your friend group was obnoxiously large.

Boo Seungkwan and Lee Chan, both also 28 years old, had been with you and Soonyoung every step of the way. They were the demonic cardiologist duo, who thrived best either playing pranks on others, or in complex surgeries to save a patient’s life. …A strange contrast, yes, you agree wholeheartedly. In addition to them, you had Lee Jihoon, president of the tsundere club (but a softie at heart), and Kim Mingyu, the so-called gentle giant and long-time butt of the joke, both being highly skilled nephrologists. Inseparable Wen Junhui, who was typically affectionately called Jun, and Xu Minghao, shortened to Hao, were international students, specialising in ophthalmology, from China, that had joined your medicinal college course halfway through - and just… never left.

The 29-year-olds, being a year above you, were Chwe Hansol, Lee Dokyeom, and Jeon Wonwoo. All three worked in the emergency department, and were arguably the most sleep-deprived of the entire bunch - and that was saying a lot.

Minus those ten, you had met your remaining three friends all at Silverwood, them being residents during your time as an intern. Unfairly gorgeous and extraordinarily witty oncology specialist Yoon Jeonghan, sweet (although at times, questionably so) and mild dermatologist Hong Joshua, and finally, gynaecologist Choi Seungcheol, were all two years older than you, entering their thirties - and you quite enjoyed reminding them of the fact.

“So,” Soonyoung said, breaking your chain of thought. “Mingyu just finished a four hour emergency kidney removal surgery, so he’s staying overnight too, and Wonwoo’s on a night shift for the emergency department. Both of them will be joining us.”

He paused for a short while, and abruptly let out a gasp of mock offence.

“Minghao told me to shut up and stop disturbing his beauty sleep for a measly cup of low quality, high calorie curly noodles.”

You stifled a laugh, as Soonyoung shoved his phone back into his white gown and moved huffily to put some water to boil in the kettle, muttering something under his breath about a certain ‘prissy little ophthalmologist’.

“Oh my god, wait, did I tell you Heejung can finally go to the potty by herself now?!” Soonyoung said excitedly, voice laced with enthusiasm and care. Heejung was a small, extremely lovable and endearing four-year-old who had been born with Hirschsprung Disease, which negatively affected her bowel movement - according to Soonyoung’s almost daily reports, however, she had apparently been showing much improvement.

It really was adorable, you thought, the way the normally goofy and boisterous Soonyoung’s tone of voice changed to a gentle one, only when he spoke of his patients.

For the second time in the span of ten minutes, your office door swung open aggressively. Mingyu and Wonwoo entered, their expressions worn out from exhaustion but smiling all the same.

“Greetings, Mingyu and the 29-year-old - practically almost 30! - beside him!” a smirking Soonyoung exclaimed, as you simply raised a hand and waved.

“Just you wait till next year, Kwon,” Wonwoo replied, rolling his eyes. “You’re not too far away, you know. You’re the oldest out of the 28-year-olds birthday-wise, aren't you?”

“We don’t talk about that,” Soonyoung said sourly. Perking up suddenly, he retorted, smiling evilly, “Better hold back on the threats, Jeon! I have your food in my hands.”

Grumbling in mock defeat, Wonwoo sat down on one of your little couches.

While your two friends were bickering, Mingyu had completely ignored Soonyoung’s comment, and grabbed your hand, dragging you from your desk to sit down more comfortably on a couch. He took hold of a blanket and spread it across your lap, while quietly saying to you, “Congrats - I heard the surgery went well. You should’ve gone home and slept tonight, though.”

“I’m alright,” you said fondly, “and besides, the same goes to you! A complicated four-hour kidney surgery that ended just an hour ago, and you’re taking care of me?”

“That’s different, y/n, I’ve had more experience than you! And plus, a four-hour surgery versus a fifteen-hour one? It’s nothing.”

Sensing tonight was not a night where you could win against Mingyu, you resigned yourself, and allowed him to fuss over you. He finally seated himself down next to you once Soonyoung grandly announced their delectable meal was ready to be served.

The four of you devoured your steaming hot ramen cups in silence, stomachs growling in satisfaction and approval. Only once you had finished did the chatter resume, discussing a wide variety of things from patients to Wonwoo’s batshit crazy ex-girlfriend.

Amidst the lively conversation, you felt a buzz against your thigh. Pulling out your phone, you saw a message notification from Jeonghan.

hannie <3 : i don’t know how your surgery went, but i do know for sure you’ve put all your effort and concentration into it, like you always do. i’m so proud of you, y/n - and no matter the result, don’t beat yourself up about the what-ifs. get some rest tonight and i’ll drop by your office tomorrow morning, bright and early. i can’t wait to see you x

You smiled to yourself, internally melting at the sweet gesture. Jeonghan, while being simultaneously mischievous, was ever so loving, and always seemed to know the right things to say; a quality of his that you were both thankful for and jealous of.

You quickly put together a response:

thanks, han, that means a lot - the surgery went well, and you get some sleep too. see you tomorrow xx

You press send, and re-pocket your phone, unaware of the longing gaze burning into the side of your head.

a/n: bit of a spicy ending, hmm? ;) but anyway, here’s the start to my medical au seventeen drabble series, based very loosely on one of my fave kdramas of all time, hospital playlist! i hope you enjoyed this first chapter, as there will be many more to come! i promise the other members will be prominent in future chapters. thanks for sticking around to read this, and please look forward to my future writing! much love <33

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inthisformiambadwolf · 2 years

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Hello, flubbles. I'm home.

Brown hair, brown eyes, brown suit. Pinstripes, for Pete's sake. So different from any of the Doctors you had known, and he was looking at you like you were the center of the universe. ‘Practically a baby!’ he had said when he saw you, and then he kissed you like you had never been kissed, and it was perfect.

“Don't you worry about a thing, sweetheart! You and I are gonna be brilliant!” he promised, and then with one last kiss, he left before you could get a word in edgewise. “Allons-y!”

Well, that was a load of lies, you thought, trying to forget the strange version of the Doctor you had encountered. Nothing seemed brilliant anymore, especially not you and the Doctor.

Rescuing the Doctor from himself had become a part of your day-to-day life ever since he regenerated. You rarely had to rescue him before. Four hardly ever had to be rescued, except from his own scarf, and even Five, that softy, usually held his own just fine as long as you helped him keep track of his plethora of companions. And Six? Well, Six was a surprisingly tough little marshmallow, you would give him that, but being tough didn’t get him out of botched political situations. You did.

Because Six couldn’t just shut up.

You had been traveling with the Doctor for a long time, and you had, more than once, considered leaving. But it was never a serious consideration. You never actually believed that you would quit. Sometimes you got frustrated or depressed or even injured, yes, and those multiple occasions of nearly dying had really set you off, but you had never thought that you would actually leave.

Until the Doctor regenerated, that is.

You had met all of the Doctors up to this point, thanks to timelines crossing and meddling Time Lords and a whole lot of other temporal quackery that would never make sense to anyone except for a Time Lord. It was Four who you had traveled with first, though, and then Five after that, and after you accepted that all of the Doctor were the same man, you decided that you were quite fond of all of him. Quirks and all.

Fondness very quickly evolved into something much stronger. It was there with Four, most definitely, but when Four became Five, if got much more difficult to ignore. Maybe it was Five’s youth that made him seem less untouchable, more available, but you kept reminding yourself that the Doctor was the Doctor no matter what he looked like. He was a centuries-old genius alien and just because he was willing to be your friend and show you the universe did not mean that he would ever actually lower himself to… to stronger feelings. Especially not towards you. No, certainly not. He could have his pick of anyone he wanted in the universe, if he wanted anybody (which Five didn't seem to, but that was that, wasn't it?). You knew it, too. But that was… okay. No, it wasn’t ideal, and if you could have your wish, it would be very different, but it was still okay. So, you loved him. Alright. A lot of his companions loved him, but they didn’t love him the same way, because they managed to leave him. You could do better than that, for his sake, if not your own. You could love better, or differently, or whatever it took. You could stay. It would hurt your single heart, but you would do it for him, because he needed someone to stay.

When you made that decision, it all seemed very brave and self-sacrificing and noble. Maybe you didn’t think about it that way, simply because you weren’t that arrogant and the Doctor would have found a way to get rid of you long before now if that were the case, but that was how it felt. Sort of. But that was all quite a while ago, and Five was gone. Now it was Six, and you were starting to regret just about every decision you had ever made in your life. Ever.

“I was doing quite alright for myself without your assistance!” the Doctor snapped at you as you dragged him by his lapel into the TARDIS. The door slammed behind you; the TARDIS was angry too, although not at you. "Your interference was completely unnecessary!"

“They were going to have you beheaded,” you deadpanned, letting go of his lapel like it was something slimy. “Regenerate that.”

The man had insulted the king. Not of a country, no. Not of a union, or even a planet, or even a solar system. No, Six had insulted the king of a whole bloody intergalactic empire, and that smug little sass in a Technicolor Dream Coat had the gall to pretend he didn’t think there would be consequences.

The Doctor crossed his arms, his angry expression bordering on a pout, and you had to notice that… well, he was sort of cute. He didn’t have Five’s angelic features or Four’s sharp, wild look, but with that mop of blond curls made a nice frame for a… nice-ish… face. He had pretty eyes, anyway, and a handsome enough smile. Now if you could find a way to burn that coat when he wasn’t looking, maybe he would be fashionably salvageable. Actually, he could keep the coat, if only everything he wore under it was less offensive to your eyes. The striped trousers really needed to be burned. Would it kill the Doctor to regenerate into someone who was willing lower themselves to wear jeans, like the common mortals did?

“I had everything well in hand,” he said, chin up and lips firmly pursed. He was all puffed up like a bullfrog. An angrily blushing bullfrog with really nice pouty lips. His cheeks were red and his curls quivered with rage.

That shouldn't be cute.

“Uh-huh.” You didn’t want to argue. You wanted to remind him that he wasn’t actually immortal, that there were consequences, that he couldn’t run around acting like the rules didn’t apply to him, that it was possible for him to die and not regenerate, but you didn’t say any of those things. Because you didn’t want to argue.

Bossy, you thought, trying and failing to reconcile the man in front of you with the Doctor you had come to know. Rude. Controlling. Arrogant. Impatient. Irritable. Insensitive.

The Doctor could be all of those things. You knew that. But never before Six had he been all of them at once. How had he become this? Where was the Doctor you knew, hiding underneath all that bluster and bad dress sense? You knew it was still him, but… you were having such a hard time seeing it. Where was he? Where was the kind stranger who had taken you in when you were lost and alone? Where was the explorer who was so full of wonder when he showed you the stars? Where was the gentleman who called you beautiful and taught you how to dance? Where was the sweet boy who convinced you to play cricket with him even though you swore you wouldn't?

The Doctor was glaring back at you as you examined him, but some of the fight went out of him when he saw your eyes soften. What did you see when you looked at him? He had to wonder. What were you thinking right now? Ever since he had regenerated, you had stopped talking to him about how you felt. You stopped saying 'I think’ and 'I feel like’ and 'Do you ever..?’ Six knew that he wasn’t as approachable as his previous bodies (even One, who was a real grump at times [almost all of the time], had been friendly enough in his own way). Was that why you hardly talked to him anymore? He was trying to catch your attention, but it seemed like all he could ever do now was make you angry or hurt your feelings. It was like you had regenerated along with him, and not for the better. But now… you were looking at him… almost like you used to, with such a soft expression and that almost-smile that had made Four grin and Five feel bashful and Six… well, it just made Six miss how things used to be.

You looked away when you felt your eyes start to sting. The truth of the matter was that you had been scared for Six. You almost hadn’t managed to save him. He was very nearly beheaded, and he was acting like- like-

Like you hadn’t come so close to losing him.

“Just….” You sighed heavily. “Just don’t scare me like that again, okay?”

“Scare you? Scare you? May I remind you that I was the one who nearly-”

You snapped.

“Shut up! Just shut up!” The burning in your eyes pushed tears up and over, spilling hotly as the Doctor recoiled from you. "I nearly lost you, Doctor! I thought that I lost you! Do you have any idea what that feels like? I turned a corner and you were gone and I thought you were dead and I’ve never been so scared in all my life! I can’t lose you, do you understand? I can’t handle that! You could have died and you would have been gone and I never would have forgiven myself and I- I-"

I love you, you git, even like this. No, there's no 'even' about it. I love you and that is all. That is everything. Why can’t you see?

The Doctor blinked in confusion, taken aback by your outburst. You had never shouted at him before, not like this. "You…”

You wiped the tears from your face, breathing deeply to calm the onset of pathetic sniffles that always came with crying. You didn’t want to cry in front of the Doctor - not this Doctor. He wouldn’t understand. Four might have told you to cheer up and Five might have said “brave heart, my dear,” but Six? You couldn’t quite imagine. He would probably tell you to get a thicker skin and stop sniveling, the prat.

"I..." His eloquence had fallen away in the face of your anger... and your tears. Oh, he couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand to see you crying; none of his bodies ever could. You had known One for all of five hours and he had been immediately enamored with you, quick as lightning to offer comfort and a neckerchief when you were upset. Six didn't stand a chance. "I didn't know that you..."

“Cared?” you finished for him, getting angry again. “Doctor, after all we’ve been through, you don’t think I’d be completely devastated if I lost you?”

The Doctor cringed. He hadn’t known, no. He had thought you were like the rest of his companions, and that you would eventually want to go home and probably never see him again. It would be beyond the best of hopes that you would stay. He had fantasized that it might be otherwise, but he had never thought that there was any truth to it. And the hopes that he had had when he was Four all went down the drain when he became Five and all of his aggression and drive and passion got tucked under the bed for the sake of being polite and sensitive, because poor widdle Fivey couldn’t handle anything. And he hated it.

“You know I met a future version of you?” you asked, seemingly out of the blue. The anger was still there, simmering, demanding that you speak all the words that you had been holding in.

The Doctor balked. “What? When did this happen?”

“Almost a year ago. You were out in London trying to track down the source of that mauve alert and another you came running in here, thinking it was his own TARDIS. You told me I was practically a baby.” You snorted. "I guess that means we're sticking together, eh?"

“Why didn’t you say…?” the Doctor trailed off, because, now that he was thinking about how little you had been saying to him lately, and how little he knew, it wasn’t half as much of a surprise as it should have been that he hadn't known about this.

“What would I have said? You ran in, chattered a mile a minute, realized that you were in the wrong TARDIS, and ran out.”

No, the Doctor thought. You were lying. Well, maybe not lying, but omitting information, at least. Something else happened. He could tell.

“What really happened?” he demanded, puffing up again.

Your lips tightened. “What I said.”

“There’s more to it than that; I know there is. Don't you lie to me.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, no?”

Yes. No. I don’t know, Doctor. I really don't. Do you even want it to be?

You were dying to find out if this Doctor kissed as well as the future one did. You wanted to know if his lips were as soft as they looked, or his hands as strong. More than that, you wanted to know if he cared anymore. You weren’t sure.

“No,” you said. “No.”

It doesn't matter if he kisses well. Future him? Kissed like a dream, made me see stars, but nobody kisses that well unless they've kissed a lot. Practice makes perfect, remember? Who had he been doing all of that practicing with? Hmph. Not with you, that was for sure.

It didn’t matter. The Doctor kept telling you that you couldn’t rewrite time, but he was always doing it, wasn’t he? So, it didn’t matter. What happened wouldn’t happen at all. The Doctor had kissed you, but he would never do it. If you never told him, then he wouldn't have the knowledge to create a paradox, would he? So, it didn't matter.

You were too tired to think about it.

"Tell me..." the Doctor began, and you prepared yourself for another ham-fisted attempt to extract information, but then he said, "what you want from me."

You looked at him, brow drawing tight in confusion. "What?"

"What do you want from me?" His hand twitched to grab yours, but you were out of reach. "I cannot say I know how you feel, but I know how I feel. You have stayed with me for longer than any other companion has dared and you have done so with the most exemplary courage."

It was probably the most honest thing he had said to you without being rude for awhile. You didn't know if you were relieved or horrified that he had asked.

"I want you to stay," the Doctor continued, "but I cannot force you."

"I didn't go anywhere," you told him, trying and failing to use the tone of your voice to soften the accusation made plain by your words. "But it's not your fault. I haven't given you a chance."

"No, you have not. And it wasn't as if I wanted to regenerate, but I am the Doctor, whether you like it or not," he snapped, but the bravado of the statement didn't stay with him. His posture fell again, as did his expression. There was something there, flickering in his eyes and the unhappy twist of his mouth, that made you think of Five. "It was for Peri. Was it wrong of me, to die for Peri?"

"No." You shook your head. Oh, poor Peri. She had left, finding the new Doctor intolerable. She wasn't used to regeneration, not like you were, and she didn't have the patience. Or the love. She liked the Doctor very much, and if you hadn't been there to assure her that you would take care of him, she might not have left. She might have stayed, to watch over him. But she didn't get the chance to learn to love him, and there was nothing that demanded that she stay. And that was the real clincher, wasn't it? It would have been easy for you to be like Peri and leave, if only you didn't love the Doctor. But you did love him, so you stayed, and you were patient beyond belief. "I'm proud of you for doing that, Doctor. I'm so proud of you."

His mouth quirked into a smile for less than a second at your confession of pride in his actions, but there was still a serious conversation at hand: "Then, what?"

Then what, what? Oh. He was asking you what you wanted. You weren't sure what that meant, but...

"The other you said..." You grimaced. "He said..."

The Doctor's hands lifted just slightly, reaching for yours but not daring to make contact. "What did he say?"

You sighed. "He said not to worry, because we'd be brilliant. And then he-"

How were you supposed to say it? You couldn't. He would get mad or something. Or- well, who knew? This Doctor was as fresh and as raw to you as if he had only regenerated yesterday. You didn't know him. You hadn't let yourself get to know him, hadn't given him a chance in the face of his unpleasant new personality, and now you were regretting it, because you didn't know what to do.

"He kissed me," you blurted out, not looking at the Doctor's face for fear of his reaction. "Twice, actually. Called me sweetheart."

The Doctor's breath caught in his throat and his respiratory bypass fluttered uselessly in his chest. But he didn't say a word.

Blast, you thought. All this time of him loving the sound of his own voice, and now he didn't have anything to say? Typical. And now he was probably going to throw you out of the TARDIS, or at least pretend this conversation never happened. But you had just opened Pandora's box. There would be no getting that information back into the privacy of your brain.

Well. In that case.

"Fantastic kisser, by the way," you said. "I mean, really great. Nothing's going to beat that. But, y'know, it was wonderful while it lasted. Something you get to look forward to, right?"

The Doctor just stared.

"It doesn't matter." Sure, your heart was stretching with the effort of taking on all this pain and humiliation, but it didn't matter. "I'll, um... I'll just... do something-"

"No," said the Doctor, soft and slow, "no. Don't run. Stay here."

"Forget it," you said over your shoulder, because you were already halfway across the room, ready to escape into the TARDIS's halls, ready to escape from him and whatever he was about to say and–

But the Doctor moved too, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him. You yanked your hand away immediately, humiliation turning into painful, searing anger.

"You don't get to do this," you hissed. "You pushed and I answered you and now you don't get to do this. Leave me alone."

There was fire in your eyes and the Doctor was in awe.

"I can't," the Doctor told you, still soft, still slow, with a sinking gravity that took the very air between you and pulled. "I can't do that."

"And why the hell not?"

He reached for you again and you were too heavy and too tired to pull away this time. His fingers brushed over your cheek to wipe away tears, so sweet and gentle– so like he used to be– that all the anger crumpled within you even while your eyes still stung.

"Because I'm going to kiss you," he said, cupping your face in his hands, "and we're going to be brilliant."

And so he did. And you were.

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aarcanechaoss · 2 years

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Hey❤

Can you do a fic for BSD characters with a pregnant s/o.The characters can be be Chuuya,Ranpo,Atsushi.

I can indeederoo you didn’t give me much detail but I’ll just go for it ~~~ I aged Atsushi up imagine he’s 25 or smth

Chuuya Nakahara

You announced the pregnancy in a pretty cute way, you bought a little suit and naw it was just adorable because your Husband had just come home from work and was feeling a little brain dead

Chuuya stared at you for a solid ten minutes after he figured out that meant your were pregnant but as soon as he processed it he pulled you in for the biggest hug ever ~ this stays a secret for as long as you both can keep it such

The first person he does tell is Koyo

Throughout the pregnancy he’s there as often as he can for the highs and lows and scares and joys even when he has to work- the baby kicked? Suddenly he’s got the day off absolutely fuck the PM

You get a food craving? He’ll get it but if it’s too weird he may make himself busy so he doesn’t have to be asked to try it lmao

He feels super proud, excited and scared to become a father. He doesn’t want his kid to have his abilities- if you have some he hopes they have yours otherwise an ability free baby sounds alright to him. He doesn’t want to feel afraid but he’s scared that somehow his time before the sheep will come and take you away - it won’t he won’t let that happen

And when the time comes for you to give birth regardless of where he is he’s there. No missions during the due month nothing at all so he can be there and hold his child with you.

He’d make a pretty good dad especially since when he held them the first time he just knew he’d do absolutely anything for them

Ranpo Edogawa

You the audience may think he already know but no… no this man is so blind to it that you have to just tell him, don’t bother with cute clues he won’t get it

He’s very cute about it though, he’s not really ready to be a dad but he’s super excited about it because he genuinely thinks he’ll be the best dad ever

The first person he tells is obviously Fukuzawa before about a month later (at your pleading) telling the others in the office who are all very excited for you and your snack loving partner

This man will eat your food cravings with you, no matter how strange it could end up being or even if it’s just some toast with butter on it he’s willing to eat them with you - and if you are a cook? Bro your dinners are gonna be the best

When it begins to really hit him that hey his partner is having an actual child he gets worried for a little while, he knows he himself can act like one at times but he’s fully prepared to be there for you

And you know that little moment parents get when they see their child for the first time? Yeah he gets that and while he might go overboard sometimes he’s a really good dad with a really sweet baby

Atsushi Nakajima

Please give him a tiger plush that just says it straight up. He may be in his 20’s now but he’s still just a big softie

Though he does panic immediately after being told. It’s not that he doesn’t want kids with you he does, he wants to be the best fiancé ever but it’s a little stunning is all. He’s over the moon, joyous beyond measure but scared because he doesn’t want to end up like the Headmaster

The first person he tells is obviously Kyoka his little sister but he also tells Yosano because hey she’s a doctor and maybe she can help with the whole morning sickness thing because he gets queasy every time you get it

He’s such an incredible partner (it’s why you agreed to marry him) he’s giving you back rubs, foot rubs, food runs everything possible because his anxiety is through the roof and he wants to be the best fiancé I’m existence to you.

He is so scared he’ll miss milestones too but slowly he gets into his own groove of it and realises he isn’t missing anything and is just over the moon every time he sees your round belly and he’s just like I have a little kitten in there (or something else sickeningly cute)

Like Ranpo though he gets that immediately click with his baby and he doesn’t want to take his eyes off them (you hope the baby has his eyes at that)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fluff #Bungou stray dogs fluff #chuuya nakahara #ranpo edogawa #atsushi nakajima

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lillotus17 · 1 year

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NCT MARVEL AU

okay so like a couple months ago I posted that I really wanted to write an NCT MARVEL AU FF... I might have deleted it I honestly cant remember I also added other SM ARTIST as side/extra/antagonist characters in the plot and right now im currently debating if i wanna find more Marvel characters that I think fit Shohei, Eunseok, and Seunghan.. idk lmk. im still working on the first few chapters and the moodboards of all the characters but it's going to take a while and i've been working very slowly since i am currently in school and have a part time job because in this economy... oof a girl's really struggling. anyways here is a small draft (with no mood board sorry im still woking on it :( ) of which MARVEL Characters the NCT members are going to be portraying

Playlist: Villian by Key ft. JENO | Hero by Martin Garrix and JVKE | Wish you were here by SUPERM | more to be added!

Lee Taeyong as Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers)

okay so i actually considered Iron Man, Falcon, Captain America, and gamora in mind for Taeyong but Iron Man matched johnny a bit more because of his personality and jaehyun suited captain america more imo

taeyong still fits a character with a strong leadership role, cus i mean cmon NCT tired dad/leader-nim

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel is just tryna fit in and find herself/remember who she is and she finds out that she's a super powerfull highkey baddie and HELLO? Taeyong is that

she has a strong and emotional sense of leadership, willingness to help and protect others and like come on is that not tayeong???

she's (one of) the first avengers and asdfghjkl;

so yeah

carol danvers is a baddie

taeyong is a baddie

pErIoDt

Moon Taeil as Moon Knight (Marc Spector)

okay so like

this kinda just clicked? lmaoo i feel bad- well more like a geek but like MOON Taeil and MOONknight

i finished watching the MoonKnight series on Disney+ a while ago and loikeeee

Marc Spector is a hot SOB

steven grant asdfghjkl; dont get me started

oki tho im like lowkey debating if I want to include Marc's multiple personality but like he's not Moonknight with out steven soooo

might add a little twist to it

but Taeil gives me more Steven Grant vibes than Marc Spector ngl

he's a lil nervous anxious dork yknow?

did consider falcon and war machine for taeil though..

like tony and rhode's relatinship screams johnny and taeil LMFAOO

idk might make some changes...

Seo Youngho/Johnny Suh as Iron Man (Tony Stark)

cocky lil shit and a sexy ass mf

like tell me it doesn't make sense?

homie just wants to spend money and build suits

smart, hot, and rich? yes please

his wit and smart mouth

like imagine johnny "Jae (Cap) you've got a potty mouth"

tony has a heart(?)- there's proof LMFAOO

his sense of humor just screams johnny

had star lord (peter quill) in mind for him too

Nakamoto Yuta as Winter Soldier (James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes)

one intimidating bitch

but a highkey softie

gonna kick ur ass if u fuck with him or anyone he cares about

highkey mysterious

did consider hawkeye, war machine, and falcon for him tho

also considering changes in characters lmk what yall think too!

Qian Kun as Dr. Strange (Stephen Strange)

man can fly a plane

lmaoo sorry that literally has nothing to do with him being a doctor but tell me why in every goddamn MAFIA AU i read, he's the medic

his relationship with yangyang and ten remind me of dr. strange and wong lmfaoooo

lowkey a perfectionist/perfect man asdfghjkl

Kim Dongyoung/Doyoung as Dare Devil (Matt Murdock)

had hawkeye, war machine, and falcon in mind for him

war machine cause of his sense of duty and seriousness- and his relationship with johnny also reminds me of tony and rhodes

also thought about making him nebula (and falcon) cus of his relationship with taeyong

anyways matt murdock is a hot mf

a lawyer? yes please

doyoung likes to argue cus cmon 127 is always on his ass for no reason headahhh lmfaooo

ngl thought there were a lot a members and i did put some thought into this and he matched daredevil best imo

Li Yongqin/Ten as Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)

bad bitch right here

assassin, bad bitch

have you seen the way he moves?

have you seen the way she moves?

no words, no explanation, it just is and it just makes sense

like fr let's argue

IM JP don't come at me

had hawkeye in mind for him too

Jung Yoonoh/Jaehyun as Captain America (Steve Rogers)

america's ass

like cmon manz representative emoji is a peach

can't really put my finger on it either

like maybe it the masculinity (not meant negatively tho!) and altruism in the both of them(?)

both hot as fuck for no reason

other characters that i think suited him were falcon, winter soldier, (kind of) hawkeye, and black panther

Dong Sicheng/Winwin as Hawkeye (Clint Barton)

oki so i did have black widow in mind for him

and if im being honest it was kind of hard to settle with hawkeye for him

winwin is someone is focused and serious much like clint barton

i mean cmon man was a dancer and that shit takes dedication and patience

like learning how to use a bow and arrow

also had vision in mind for him too

when i first started to get into NCT winwin kind of came off as a timid person, and he's not really affectionate so it kind of screamed vision vibes

Kim Jungwoo as Quick Silver (Pietro Maximoff)

his cute lil personality

"bet you didn't see that coming?" ackkkk

is a caring sweetheart

like pietro wants nothing but for his sister to be happy and protected

jungwoo makes his members happy

Wong Yukhei/Lucas as Thor

okay so like NCT 2018 Halloween special kind of took over

personality wise, lucas and thor are kind similar(?)

like their sense of humor

thor is lowkey the most laid back avenger despite being a prince

and most of the time i can't take lucas seriously

also another character i was kinda of iffy unsure about

idk maybe its just me but lucas seems like the type that would shy away from responsibilities and his asgard duties as king for something more chill

then again thor did do that soooo...

Lee Minhyung/Mark Lee as Spider-Man (Peter Parker)

do i even need to explain?

lmaoo oki so like i was reading a post about how some people don't like mark

which i lowkey found hard to believe but then it made sense

like no disrespect

anyways I do believe mark is a hard working person and he does try to be humble about it but like also its okay to bathe in the glory and be shameless- then again easier said than done, again no disrespect- i love mork

pure hearted and true to himself

much like peter parker

Xiao Dejun/Xiaojun as Shang Chi (Shaun)

lmaoo man is 1/3 of wayv's walking meme group

every time im on tiktok lmfaoooo

lmao i guess the way i picked theses characters to match the members is based on the relationship the members have soo

lmaoo shaun's relationship with katie reminds me of luxiaodery (is that the correct name for them?... wayv 99 liners)

again hot asf

like imagine xiaojun in the bus fighting scene

Wong Kunhang/Hendery as Ant Man (Scott Lang)

also 1/3 of wayv's walking meme group

man is fxcking hilarious

another "do i even need to explain?"

just makes sense

lmaooo well actually i did consider Star Lord for him

Huang Renjun as Yelena Belova

okay so hear me out

i though of gamora or nebula for him too

lmao he's a tiny lil agressive man

ready to bite at any moment

very deadly

snarky (<< affectionate) and witty like Yelena

"i don't get my period dip shit. i don't have a uterus" *said with a russian (chinese) accent and the fact the renjun doesn't have a uterus*

like that line screams renjun lmfao

Lee Jeno as Black Panther (T'Challa)

RIP to Chadwick Boseman

anyways

when mark graduated from dream *sad noises*

jeno gave me hard leadership vibes

like he filled the role so well without actually filling it

and i've noticed how popular he's become lately with all these stage collabs with other idols

prince king jeno

nice ring to it ;)

sense of what is feels right and does what he believes is right

wants to do well for himself and his members

did consider him for hawkeye and falcon

Lee Donhyuck/Haechan as Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff)

sassy lil birchhh

haechan is a very caring person and althoug sometimes it seems like he's acting a certain way to hide his feelings i do believe he is very emotionally inteliegent- however he is kind of impulsive (emotionally)

reminds me of wanda

powerful bitch, like hello vocals?

fight with so much effort and purpose

needs support and is his members number one supporter

Na Jaemin as Falcon (Sam Wilson)

oki so like

this was also a toughy

consider hawkeye, black panther, winter soldier, dare devil, war machine, and a bunch of other... also docor strange cus mans wanted to be a surgeon if he wasn't an idol lmaooo

but tbh no characters really ever stuck with me for jaemin

he's lowkey someone is doesn't gaf and doesn't want to be here but still knows how to have a good time or make up for time

serious and yet isn't

loyal and supportive to his members

Liu YangYang as Kate Bishop

lmaoo renyang and kate and yelena vibes

like "bro what if i killed you, (renjun/yelena)?"

but like he didn't soo???

lmaooo curious and nosy

liek sticks his nose into everyone's business

whether its for funsies or a mission

but he does well in getting whatever information he needs

gave me loki vibes tho

Osaki Shotaro as Vision

he's so cute ackkk

kind of came off as an awkward lil bean to be but i think that was just because of the language barrier with the other members

but it also a reason why i thought he was a good fit to portray vision

cus they're bother still learning

not afraid to ask questions

supportive and kind of goes along with things

a bit naive and questions his morals or rights and wrongs

fast learner imo

Jung Sungchan as War Machine (James Rhodes)

okai so like

idky but i though he would have been a good match for star lord

kind still iffy ish because is he young and although this is a ff i fell like he would have matched a younger role/character

also thought he would have been a good fit for shuri

can't really say much

i feel bad cus this is a bit more of a last pick

i really did want him to have a character that was more interactive with shotaro since that are really close

also thought of a cloak and dagger duo for sungtaro

again might make dome changes so lmk yall's opinion

like im tryna take this seriously and make it make sense but also im not cus again this is for funsies

Zhong Chenle as Loki

again, im sorry but another "do i even need to explain?"

boy is hella mischievous with that lil smirk he always has

when he messes around with his members, esp jisung

lmao poor jisung

like "oh yall need an illusionist you say? no problem lessgo fuck around with some bad guys"

i know he's supposed to be a lowkey two-faced, flippity floppity bad guy but idc im making him good

cus deep down loki does have a good heart

Park Jisung as Shuri

hear me out

i know he doesn't seem like the brightest but like he really is

and i know yall agree because hacker!jisung?

yeah, that's what i thought bro

considered vison for him too

and kate bishop

and groot- well like a modified hybrid version of him

big brother jeno and little brother jisung duo

yeah

just yeah

periodt

Shohei, Eunseok, and Seunghan

okay so like

im not really sure what marvel characters suit them best

im tryna stray from X-men charcters

but idk might have to make some changes

js that haechan might justbe switched to deadpool cus cmon

and as i was writing this i had a bunch of second thoughts about with members were portraying which characters

im a bit of a perfectionist as you can see

Anyways! thanks for reading this and please feedback is and will always be appreciated! again i apologized for my pace! i am currently on winter break but im working so i haven't had much time to write anything :(.

anyways comment and reblog if you wanna see what i have in mind for other SM Artist and who they'll be portraying!

-lotus

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jollyhaunt · 2 years

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bc i like combing my two interests together for my own pleasure no matter how obscure or strange, i would like to entertain the idea of the strawhats meeting the pines family

usopp & nami getting along with stanley. nami giving him pointers on stanley's hassling; stanley pointing out little flaws in usopp's tall-tales so he can try and make them more believable. the three of them together, it's a force to be reckoned with in the con business

ford being absolutely enamoured by the devil fruit users. luffy is a tad useless in that department w/ the nitty gritty of it all, but robin and brook are happily supplying information of the use of their own fruits. chopper is a little bashful of it bc it is rather strange for an animal to be their doctor, most of all just talking in general, but ohhh boy ford (and dipper + mabel) is so awestruck by the fruit's powers and chopper's own smarts. he shows his own six fingered hands and says "well i suppose you haven't seen this before?" and BOOM a bond is formed between 'freaks'

luffy and soos would get along like a house and fire. you cannot convince me otherwise. the amount of BS they will get up to will horrify nami and usopp while stan is just thinking "so they have their own soos but. but rubberfied, okay :))"

zoro has a weakness for mabel (c'mon he's secretly a softy for kids deep deep down). sanji is cooking in the shack's kitchen and in comes zoro wearing a mabel-sweater over his green coat. it's +40°C and the guy is wearing a wooly sweater of neon yellow, sky blue, and a sick green. the logo on the front are light up swords with a dorkily smiling cat that is supposed to be zoro. he adamantly denies he wanted to wear the "dmn thing" and that chopper and those pine twins cornered him when he was taking his daily nap, but sanji knows that chopper is busy with ford as the two doctors (of different fields) & dipper wander around the forest looking at the herbs. instead of teasing the mosshead for it, he just brushes it off. besides, who can deny the glittery rainbow personified. it's a crime.

sanji longing looking at the bond between the two sets of twins and imagines a universe where he had smth like that with his quadruple. it's late at night when ford approaches sanji who is too restless to sleep so he's sitting on the roof of the shack, stargazing. they sit in silence for a long moment before ford breaks it with "i wasn't a good twin". sanji waits for a moment to let him continue, wondering why he's telling him this is it really that obvious?. ford then explains the rift that grew between him and stan; briefly runs over his 30 years in the portal; and sadly murmurs about him coming back—years older, simmering anger beyond boiling, enough scars to connect to every nightmare he has dreamt of since shaking hands with some triangular demon, and more some. then ford goes onto explain trying to make things better, how they are trying their best to make up for 30 years of hurt and loss and just sososo much pain. sanji is quiet afterwards, then whispers abt "science experiments", "brothers who never were really brothers", "a failure not meant to see the light". ford realizes he's starting to get out of his element here, but he tries nonetheless. he explains how his experience is very much different than sanji's and therefore he won't try to understand how hurt sanji is, but hey—sanji's got brothers and sisters all around him (gestures wildly to some of the bunch who decided to sleep under the stars) and that this family he's found, it's something just as precious as a twin bond. and so they sit there, gazing up at the sky, and sanji just snorts and says "you know... you gotta hear about this geezer back home. real piece of work he is but..."

dipper and mabel are just so in love with the big adults (me meaning jinbe, brook, and franky). i like to think mabel sticks magnets to franky at every opportunity and he loves putting on a show for her and her friends. jinbe shares his knowledge of the ocean with dipper and its really just bittersweet grandpa with grandson type of bond they have. brook loves to play the music the pine twins ask him to play. he's going to make sure he will learn every BABBA song so he can play when they're back on sea.

stanley, usopp, and franky working on their boats and cars. franky suggests upgrades for the stan o war II (which ford is very much 50/50 for) and stan is. just. so. lost. bc what the eff do you mean you can attach rocket ships to the back and launch the boat 40ft in the air to escape, all powered by cola.

mabel chasing chopper. that's it. she'll find him adorable and will never leave him alone.

wendy (💙💖💜) and nami ❤️💖🧡🤍) with boy trouble 🤝 also wendy just going straight up to sanji "dude, i think you're bi" and sanji having a meltdown

the one time zoro seems very reluctant to adhere to mabel's antics, stanley and ford give him the death glare. the straw hats watch amused as zoro pales and follows along with her wanting to have a tea party

DDaMD night featuring usopp and chopper. robin joins later while sanji watches

the first time the pines family tried sanji's food, it took hours to find mabel as she ran around the town in a food induced high. they had to peel stan off of the table bc he was just stunned. "there is no way you didn't tweak this" "it's dmn good, isn't it?"

crimes w/ stan + strawhats?? oh lord

sanji and mabel cooking, and my god is he sweet with her abt her eccentric cooking skills. he gives her pointers on what she can do to improve in her mabel-like-habits, and to make her mabel-juice a little more edible.

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 2 years

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It’s Not About You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3lKLtAg

by DaydreamingInParallelUniverses, Multiverse_of_Sadness

When a horrific car accident permanently damages the nerve cells in his hands, Stephen Strange is forced to reconsider his purpose in life, leading him from being an arrogant neurosurgeon to a humble sorcerer/defender of Earth.

[Set in a PARALLEL UNIVERSE where Peter Parker & Cassie Lang are RAISED BY Stephen Strange & Christine Palmer!!]

Words: 2846, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Doctor Dad, Scarlet Aunt, & Spider-Son

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (2016), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), WandaVision (TV), What If...? (TV 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff, Cassie Lang, May Parker (Spider-Man), Wong (Marvel), Ancient One (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Other Marvel Characters, Sherlock (TV) Characters

Relationships: Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Stephen Strange, Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff & Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff & Christine Palmer, Cassie Lang & Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Wanda Maximoff, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & May Parker (Spider-Man), Christine Palmer & May Parker (Spider-Man), Stephen Strange & Wong, Ancient One & Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff/Vision

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shewastheheart · 2 years

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Prompt: can you write an au where Carlisle stays with Esme the first time he meets her when she's like 16?

A/N: Obviously very AU. For the sake of this story, let's pretend Esme's broken leg is a bit more serious.

Columbus, Ohio; 1911

"Dr. Cullen, wait," she calls, hopping along after him through the hospital’s back entrance.

Carlisle turns on his heel as the door slams shut behind her, the smallest hint of frustration simmering in his gut. Never has he met a more stubborn human being. In his near 300 years of living, this woman, this girl, gets to him like no other.

"Miss Platt-"

"Don't do that," she huffs, slowing in her haste to reach him now and taking a deep breath. The pang of guilt replaces his irritation; he sometimes forgets himself with her, allows some of his superior abilities to shine through. He should have slowed for her, especially in this condition. "Don't revert back to surnames."

"I'm not reverting," he argues softy. "I'm your doctor and it's how I am to address you."

"When we're in the hospital, during hospital hours," she nods, finally stopping to stand before him. Her gaze roams the alleyway. "Which we are not, Carlisle."

He hates the way she says his name, the way it elicits some strange yearning inside of him.

"You've been avoiding me." She gets straight to the point, it's one of the things he enjoys about her. "Betty told me you were leaving."

Carlisle sighs, curses the haughty young nurse.

"Chicago," he confirms, lowering his gaze to the white knuckles gripping her crutches.

He can hear the acceleration of her heart, the thick swallow of her throat.

"When?" she murmurs, all of the teasing, all of the playfulness usually inhabiting her tone, gone.

"Tomorrow," he replies, feeling as though he is delivering a harsh blow.

And not just to her.

"Why?" she demands and when he looks up, her jaw is squared, her eyes hardened and shimmering.

She already knows.

"Esme, you're healing. You're healing fantastically and you'll be walking in no time," he reasons. "You don't need me anymore."

She scoffs, bears her teeth down into her bottom lip.

He hates himself for this, hates himself for getting close to a human, to her. He's been damned for centuries now, but the moment he met her? His fate was sealed.

Esme Anne Platt was near death when she was brought in, all broken bones, internal bleeding, and a fractured skull. But that was not the first thing he noticed about her.

No, the initial thing that grabbed his attention was the scent of her blood, the way his throat caught with desire for it, his control wavering. For hundreds of years, he has been tempted, but he has rarely ever faltered, especially not in his time as a doctor.

But the scent of her had assaulted him, a rage of fire scraping down his throat, the pinprick sensation of venom filling his mouth. He was disgusted with himself, but one of Aro's tales from his past flickered through his mind.

La Tua Cantante.

A singer.

"If ever you are to stumble across your own, Carlisle, promise me you shall savor every drop."

He discarded Aro's words from his mind as if they were a curse. He always believed singers to be a myth, but even if that were the explanation behind his animalistic draw to the girl, he would not let it affect him, define him. He would rise above it and he would save her life.

And he did.

He set her bones, sewed up her skin, and made it a personal mission to ensure that ther path to survival, to healing, went as smoothly as possible.

Carlisle only intended to look after her until she woke. Her return to consciousness would be a sure sign of recovery and he could then leave her care to one of the nurses. But ever since Esme Platt opened her eyes to him checking her vitals one morning, he has a hard time looking away.

"Hi," she rasped, golden brown eyes assessing him through what must have been a haze of pain medication. "I fell out of a tree."

A quiet laugh escaped him then. "Yes, indeed you did."

He explained her injuries to her as she gained coherency, answered all of her questions, and listened to her halfheartedly defend her reasoning for being situated high above the ground in a tree.

"I'm climb trees all the time, Dr. Cullen," she murmured, blinking slowly and struggling to maintain eye contact with him. "It wasn't my fault my mother decided to yell at me while I was up there."

"Up nearly 40 feet, might I add," he pointed out.

"The higher you go, the more beautiful the world becomes," she mused, shooting a lazy grin his way. "But thank you, for saving my life."

Carlisle merely shook his head. "You did all the hard work. Quite the fighter you are, Miss Platt."

"Esme," she corrected, her eyes slipping closed.

He rose then, intending to leave her, but she must have heard the rustle of sheets, sensed the silent movement of his body.

"Dr. Cullen," she mumbled, her eyes still shut, head lolling to the side. "Stay."

He paused.

No one had ever said that word to him.

Stay.

So he did.

The problem is that he continued to stay, always visiting her first thing in the mornings and saving her room for last before his departure - if he even left at all.

"How have you accomplished so much at only twenty-three?" she asked him once, her eyes alight with gold. They always managed to brighten from a gentle copper to a simmering hazel whenever he saw her.

"My father was very... encouraging," he managed to lie, wishing deep down that he could simply tell her the truth, share his story with someone. With the only person he’s ever wished could know him inside and out. "He sort of pushed me into this life."

Esme frowned at him. "Our parents do not sound terribly different."

"Your parents seem... well-intentioned."

She rolled her eyes at him, relished in the conspiratorial smile they shared. They had silently agreed that her parents were hardly favorable people.

"I'm their only child and I'm disappointing them fiercely," she chuckled. "Why do you think my mother was screaming at me for climbing a tree in a dress?"

"You just turned seventeen two days ago," Carlisle grinned at her. "I think you're doing an exceptional job at being a seventeen year old. Well, up until you fell from the tree last month, that probably set you back a bit."

“Actually, I’m kind of glad I nearly died,” she revealed to him, lifting a placating hand as the horror must have spread across his face. “Dr. Cullen, I... I just mean that meeting you has probably been the nicest thing to happen to me.” Her cheeks flushed a lovely red color, the spill of crimson cascading down to her neck. “I realize that I’m your patient, that you are required to be kind to me, but you’ve treated me in a way no one else has. So... thank you.”

He had trained himself by then to be around her without the temptation flaring too great, but even as he ignored the inviting rush of her blood in his ears, something else filled his senses. Affection flooded his chest, adoration for the young woman sitting in a hospital bed mere inches from him.

For a newly turned seventeen year old, he quickly reminded himself. For a child. Whom he adored in a... paternal kind of way. Sure.

Because that was all it could be. Even if he was only twenty-three, that was still six human years. Highly inappropriate.

“Technically, I don’t have to be nice to you,” he murmured, just to see that smile light up her face. “But in all honesty, I understand what you mean, and it’s mutual.”

She had been his patient for a month and three days. He was in charge of her physical therapy, always the one to hold tightly to her hands as she regained the ability to walk, catching her each time she stumbled through the learning process of adjusting to crutches.

She is beyond the need for a doctor’s care now and he knows it. Her wounds have healed, the shattered tibia of her leg will set beautifully and another doctor can remove the cast for her in a couple of months. Esme would be able to return to her normal life, something he cannot exist in.

No matter how much he wishes he could.

“Carlisle,” she calls again, dragging him from his reverie. She’s staring up at him with a furrowed crease between her brows and the frown lines etched deep into her mouth. He has to stop himself from reaching forward, smoothing all of the upset away. “Don’t go.”

“It’s for the best,” he tells her with his most reassuring smile, but his chest feels tight, his words thick. “You must be at least somewhat relieved to be going home-”

“Relieved?” she repeats incredulously. “After all I have shared with you, you believe I am relieved to return to the stifling monotony of my life? Did I mention that my father has been shopping for suitors? That there is already a family friend in mind for me to marry in just a few short years?”

Carlisle doesn’t realize he has begun to clench one of his hands into a fist.

“And you think I have a desire to go back?”

“It doesn’t matter what you have a desire for,” Carlisle mutters, scraping a hand through his hair, disheveling it. “I can’t just - take you away from it, Esme. You’re seventeen and I’m your doctor-”

“You’re my best friend,” she corrects, but it is soft spoken, shy. “My life isn’t bad, Carlisle, and I know I shouldn’t complain. But to... to go back to such a lonely existence...” She cuts her eyes away from him, lips pursed as she stares into the ground. “The life laid out for me is not the one I want.”

He swallows hard, swallows down every single word he truly wants to say.

“It won’t be that way forever,” he reasons quietly. “Maybe... maybe the man your parents have in mind, maybe he will be the man of your dreams.”

Her eyes are glistening and his stomach is churning despite its lack of contents.

“That’s impossible,” she whispers, glaring up at him despite the tears. “Am I... am I foolish to think that we - that there was a chance-”

Her voice is cracking, her heart pounding so hard it’s thundering in his ears, and he begins to shake his head to shut it all out.

“Esme, stop,” he begs so softly he fears he spoke too low for her ears to catch. But the tears are tripping down to her chin now and he knows she has.

“Well, I feel like an idiot,” she exhales on a watery chuckle, swaying precariously as she releases one of her crutches to wipe at her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Cullen.”

She staggers slightly and he’s reaching to steady her in a heartbeat, far too quickly.

Esme holds his gaze as he cups her shoulders in his palms. He hasn’t even begun to assess the severity of the issue that she must have her suspicions about him, the slip ups he has allowed to happen around her.

“You are far from an idiot,” he murmurs, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nor foolish. Regardless, it does not change the fact of my age and my position. I won’t take advantage of your place in my life.”

“Then don’t, just - just stay,” she breathes, staring up at him with glistening eyes. “Stay here in Ohio for just a while longer. Stay with me.”

Her words are barely above a whisper. His hand is still poised at her ear, the other resting gently upon her shoulder. She could never comprehend the risk he poses to her, the threat.

If she were to find out what he truly was, she would hardly be standing before him, begging him to stay.

“There are so many reasons I need to go,” he sighs mournfully, moving to withdraw his hand, but she catches it against her cheek.

“No reasons to stick around, Doctor?” she inquires, attempting to tease him, but the effort is lost to the sorrow in her eyes. “No patients left to care for?”

The smile across his lips is tentative, small and reserved only for her.

“Just one. Thinks she needs me, but she doesn’t.” His thumb skims the bone of her cheek before he reclaims his hand, lowers it to his side. “She actually has no idea what she’s asking for.”

“Then prove her wrong,” Esme challenges, lifting her chin in that show of defiance he tends to look forward to. “Stay for a year. Just a year.”

He does the calculations in his head despite himself. He’s been in Ohio for two years already, one is likely all he would have left to pass as his false age anyway. Could it really hurt?

He could just stay in the area, not necessarily with her. He’ll watch her grow up a little, fall for whatever handsome young suitor her father has picked out for her, and then he could go.

No harm done to anyone except himself.

Besides, there is a constant thrum of protection that has made a home in his veins when it comes to Esme Platt, making itself known the moment he met her. At least if he sticks around, he can ensure no further harm befalls her. At the very least, he could catch her if she falls from any more trees.

“Okay,” he agrees, watching the sunlight sprint across her face. “But only the year.”

She nods, but a coy smile is playing across her face. As though she knew this was the outcome all along.

He knows then and there that this will be the best and worst year of his eternal life.

“You’re looking awfully sure of yourself,” Carlisle chuckles, but Esme’s smile doesn’t waver, the light in her eyes only growing brighter.

“Not necessarily,” she shrugs, hobbling along ahead of him towards the alleyway’s exit. “There’s something I’m sure of, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if I’m right.”

Esme glances back to him over her shoulder.

“Want to go on a walk with me?”

“Of course,” he smiles, catching up with her all too easily.

Carlisle finds himself hoping that she’s right, too.

Columbus, Ohio; 1912 (1 year later)

Esme grins to herself as she feels the gentle rustle of the branch beneath her, the swing of her legs faltering slightly.

“I do wish you would inform me when you’re coming up here,” Carlisle scolds, but his tone is playful and she looks up to see him coming towards her with such ease.

When he revealed his great secret to her just a few months ago, he was so certain she would be repulsed by his mere existence. She always knew he was different, that he was so much more than ordinary. It certainly took her a while to come to terms with the existence of vampires, the myths and legends she had always discarded as fairy tales suddenly all too real.

Never once, though, has she been afraid of Carlisle Cullen. Only in awe of him.

As well as in love with him, but he wasn’t allowed to know that yet.

“I won’t fall,” she singsongs back at him, but she can feel those all too assessing eyes on her healed leg.

It’s been over a year now since he promised he would remain in Ohio. She knows she’s been living on borrowed time with him, waiting for the day he would finally announce his departure.

She has her arguments well-prepared.

“I received a job offer from Indianapolis this morning,” Carlisle relays to her, leaning back against the trunk of the tree with utter ease.

Esme blows out a breath, not bothering to hide her sigh of disappointment. She has known from the start that the ending for them was visible from the start, but she is so far from ready to concede, to let him go.

“People are beginning to talk, you know that,” he murmurs. “Many are beginning to notice that I look ten years younger than I am supposed to. I’ve... I’ve tried to prolong this as much as I can.”

She can hear the unspoken for you at the end of the sentence and it causes her heart to twist.

“I know,” she mumbles, digging her nails into the tree bark. “I’ve known this day would come soon.”

“I can tell your father is eager to be rid of me as well, I think he favors Charles Evenson quite a bit,” Carlisle chuckles ruefully, but the comment has her skin crawling, her blood pumping.

“Well, I don’t,” she huffs, pushing up from her seated position to stand. Carlisle is by her side in an instant, touching gentle fingers at her elbow, ready to catch her if she lost her footing for even a second. “Charles is nothing compared to you.”

“Esme,” he sighs, lifting his hand to cup the rounded bone of her shoulder in his palm. “He’s... he would be better for you. For the normal and fulfilling life you deserve to have.”

“Carlisle,” she echoes, shifting to face him. The sun is able to peek out at them from behind the clouds at this height and it sets a strip of skin across his cheek glistening. “No one will ever compare to you. Not for me.”

It’s as close to a confession as she can manage. Her feelings for him have never necessarily been a grand secret, but Carlisle has been so adamant and obvious about avoiding his own for the past year, it feels wrong to flaunt hers.

Esme purses her lips and steals the hand from her shoulder, letting the chill of his flesh seep into hers.

“You are at the very least my closest friend?” she inquires, staring up into his eyes, amber and warm from a recent hunt.

“Of course,” he answers reluctantly, the kindness and trepidation mingling together in the simple words.

“Then take me with you,” she bargains, squeezing his fingers when his lips part with protest. “Carlisle, I swear I will refrain from stealing your virtue, but you cannot continue to preach about wanting the best for me when you know that isn’t here. Not on a farm in Ohio with Charles Evenson.”

“First of all, my virtue is not the one I worry for,” he replies with a gentle glare. “Secondly, Esme, you know I can’t just-”

“Lie.”

“Excuse me?” he questions with a furrowed brow.

“Tell my father we’re getting married,” she reasons, but Carlisle nearly chokes on the unnecessary oxygen in his lungs. “Both of my parents are aware that every time I sneak off of the farm, it’s to see you. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, but-” Carlisle withdraws his hand from hers and scrubs both palms down his face. “It’s improper.”

“Carlisle, their greatest concern is that I’ll end up a crazy old maid. You’d be solving at least one part of that problem for them,” she smirks, watching him glance up at her. “Your whole purpose in life is to better humanity? Well, here’s your chance.”

“Don’t play that card with me,” he mutters, narrowing his gaze on her in a way that makes her stupid heart accelerate. “Don’t use my values as a tool.”

“I’m sorry,” she sighs, the guilt trickling in, but she just... she can’t lose him, can’t lose the opportunity to have a life of her own either. “I’m only asking you do me the greatest favor of allowing me to accompany you. As your friend.”

Carlisle stares at her for a long moment before reaching forward to brush a stray curl of hair from eyes, tucking the lock behind her ear. She hates with every fibre of her being that he is able to hear the trip and stumble of her heart.

“Can you give me the night to consider it?” he asks and she nods.

“Promise me, though,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze to his shoes. “Promise me you won’t leave without telling me.”

His perfectly polished shoes inch closer to her on the slim arm of the branch and his hands land on her shoulders, gripping her softly but with reassurance.

“I would never,” he promises, the curve of his lips a welcome sight when she lifts her eyes. “Now, would you like to get down?”

The grin spreads across her own lips immediate and uninhibited.

“Yes,” she chuckles, her laughter growing as she’s maneuvered onto his back in an instant.

And then they are flying through the air, her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, as if it is the most natural thing in the world. Esme digs her chin into his shoulder, watching the world fall behind them, letting herself believe that her life with Carlisle is as infinite as it feels in that moment.

#twilight fanfiction #twilight au #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #esme x carlisle #carlesme #my writing #this was an interesting one to navigate

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 3 years

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Family (13th Doctor X Reader)

Characters: 13th Doctor X Reader

Universe: Doctor Who

Warning: Disownment from family, homophobia.

Request: Could I get a 13 x neutral reader ft Ryan, Graham, Yaz where they're dating + on a trip back home to Earth to see everyone's families, 13 finds out that the reader lives alone because their family disowned them for being gay? the others rush to comfort them + y/n says they're okay because they've found a better family, meaning them, and its just really soft

The feeling of content and pure happiness was something that used to be a luxury you couldn’t afford, not matter how hard you tried. You used to have it, at least you think you did, when you were a young child, before the world’s truths and troubles came to your attention, and your own identity was brought into question, and as soon as you were exposed to that, you lost that comfort of pure happiness. You had tried to find it again, it usually making it harder to reach. At least that was until you ran into a strange yet majestic blonde woman being followed by her 3 companions, soon becoming 4 after your meeting. The second you found them, you found your happiness.

They didn’t know that. They didn’t have to. Part of you guessed they already knew, partly due to your regular occurrence of your reluctance to go home when the weekly visit home occurred, and unfortunately, that time came around again.

“Alright, see you later!” Yaz called as she waved and walked away, Graham and Ryan not far behind as they went their own way, leaving you and the Doctor at the TARDIS. She put her attention on you, expectantly.

“What you waiting for? I’m sure you’ve got family to go and say hi to.” She questioned, nodding her head for you to get a move on.

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You tried to smile and laugh off, going in for a final hug just to waste more time, and while she accepted it, you felt her hesitate to let go.

“Y/N?... You’d tell me if something was up, right?” She questioned, finally parting from you. It was your turn to hesitate, fumbling over your words. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” The doctor asked, her usual smile gone and replaced with a concerned and serious frown as she kept a hand on your shoulders to keep you from running off.

“...I don’t have a family.” The words just seemed to slip out, catching both the Doctor and yourself off guard. “I-I mean I do, but… they don’t talk to me. They want nothing to do with me, before I met you… every week when you drop me off I just spend it alone…” You admitted to her rather sheepishly. Her eyes softened, concern being replaced by sympathy… or maybe even empathy.

“Why didn’t you say anything?... Tell you what, from now on, we’ll spend it together, how does that sound? It’ll be our own little date every week!” She suggested, and you smiled, relieved, and accepted.

The majority of the stay had gone off without a hitch- the doctor and you went out for a wander, even going to a zoo, getting ice cream and acting like kids, which was more fun than you could have imagined, before the day was coming to an end, and you headed back to the TARDIS to wait for the others. You walked around the console as the Doctor checked over her time machine to make sure everything was in working order before take off once again, and after a moment you sat down on the floor. “Thank you Doctor.” You spoke up, her eyes looking up at you. “For spending today with me. Really.” You told her, and she smiled softy.

“I would have done it before if I’d known you’d be alone.” She assured you, and you smiled back, just happy that you had this arrangement now. “Hope you don’t mind me asking- but why don’t your family talk to you?” She brought up. You looked up at her, frowning, before pulling your legs closer to yourself to hold for comfort. The doctor came, squatting down in front of you.

“They… they don’t like that I’m gay, so they disowned me. They completely cut me out and refuse to talk to me unless I ‘fix’ myself.” You explained, doing air quotes at the end with a sad chuckle.

“Well, some kind of family they are.” You heard the doctor grumble sarcastically as she moved from squatting to sitting on the floor as well, her comment forcing you to crack a smile.

“But it’s fine, because I have you now. And Yaz, Ryan and Graham… you’re my family now.” You assured her, and you saw her eyes widen a little for a moment, before you saw a rush of emotion behind her eyes, though it took a moment for yourself to realise what caused it. Family. The doctor hadn’t really heard herself being part of one in a long, long time. She hadn’t had one in a long, long time. Yet here she was, being a part of yours without realising it.

“Well… if it means anything, I’ll never turn my back on you, because that’s what real family means.” She assured in return, it now being your turn to fight back tears, before she smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Tell you what- you can decide where our next adventure is, so where do you want to go?”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

*Not my gif

TAGS: @rebellionofthecattle @hello-love-youre-pretty @courtneychicken @graysonmalfoy @bellero @originalpottervengerlock @supernatural-pan @esoltis280 @lady-of-lies @sebstanismylife @macbetheliza @mandywholock1980 @cdwmtjb8 @caswinchester2000 @determinedpines @huntheimpossible

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golden-barnes · 3 years

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First of many

Summary: This is your first anniversary with Spencer. And it’s nerve racking.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X GN!Reader

Content/Warning: Just fluff cause I’m a softie. But a few curse words and mention of anxiety.

Word Count: 2,021

Author’s note: I wrote this for @homoose ‘s creator challenge because I love her Spencer fics. I am so happy that you reached 2k, you deserve it and more.

Spencer was, scrolling through Netflix, while you were getting some snacks. He came across Pan’s Labyrinth, which was the first movie the two of you had ever watched.

Very early on you had realized that Spencer hasn’t watched a lot of pop culture-relevant movies and that’s when you decided that they would have mini movie marathons to get him caught up. Spencer smiled at the memory that was in the first months of your relationship. And then it hit him, like a bag of bricks.

Their first anniversary was coming up. Real soon. Like in two weeks soon. How could Spencer forget? He had an eidetic memory. It’s just that everything was just so fast and nice, that it seems like time passed him by and he didn’t even notice. He didn’t have to stress about anything, everything came naturally between you two.

Yes, there were ups and downs. Spencer is a stubborn man and you can be even more stubborn. He would try to protect you by closing off, you would call him out on it. He had his bad days and you had her bad days too, but would always talk it out and resolve it.

He loved you with all his might and you had made this year incredible. He felt at home when he was with you. He never imagined being able to feel this love for a singular person. And he was excited to show you.

One problem though; this was the first time one of his relationships has lasted more than a few months. He didn’t know how to start. He didn’t know the proper etiquette for anniversaries. Hell, he had never read any literature about how to celebrate an anniversary. Fuck, what was he going to do?

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, while waiting for the popcorn to be done to get back to cuddling with your boyfriend, You had an inkling that you were missing something. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch. You grabbed your phone to see if there was anything that would help you remember. But nothing. You still felt something wasn’t right. That’s when you saw it.

You knew you weren’t going to remember, you didn’t have Spencer’s memory. You wrote it on your calendar that was on the fridge. It was right there, with a red heart around the day and everything. Fuck.

Your anniversary was coming up. And you had no idea what to do. But that wasn’t the most stressful thing about the entire thing. It was that it was a reminder that you were Spencer’s longest relationship and this was the first time he has ever lasted a year with someone.

Spencer told you in the beginning about his woes and struggles with dating and being in a relationship. You found it adorable how nervous he was trying to figure out how to manage these relationship things. You even heard him talking to Derek and Luke one night to get advice.

Thankfully, he was much more comfortable now and realized that he just had to be himself. But those first months were filled with you reassuring Spencer that he didn’t have to change or anything. That you loved him just the way he was.

That’s why you wanted to make this day special for Spencer. To celebrate that you have overcome multiple obstacles and are still together, one year later. To show him that he was the best boyfriend you could ever wish for. But, how can you do that? How can you make this the perfect day for the certified genius that was sitting in the living room?

Out of all his friends, he knew only one of them could help him. Someone with the creativity, the passion for love, and the knowledge of you and that was Miss Penelope Garcia. Before he could even finish his sentence, she already knew what to do.

She grabbed a piece of paper off her desk and started to scribble some words down.

“Okay, boy wonder, you will meet me here after your last class. I will not accept any excuses. ” She gave Spencer a piece of paper. He smiled at his friend.

“Oh, I’m not done yet, mighty professor. How do you feel about shopping?” Spencer’s eyes widened. Shopping with Garcia wasn’t an easy thing, or so he heard from JJ.

“Hey, Reid! What are you doing here?” Luke said, poking his head from the door.

“I- uhm. My classes are later in the day and I wanted to ask Garcia something.” Spencer told his friend, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Luke smiled at the brunet and turned his attention to Garcia.

“It’s Spencer and Y/N anniversary in a couple of weeks and we are gonna help our beautiful genius.” She said with the biggest smile. Luke laughed at Spencer’s confusion.

“Oh, this gonna be so much fun.” Garcia clapped.

You, on the other hand, were on a phone call with Emily ranting about it. You had no idea how to start. You knew what you were going to get him, sorta. Okay, you thought about one thing. But it wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel like enough.

“Y/N, calm down.” Emily laughed.

“Emily! Please, I need your help.” You groaned while Emily let another laugh.

“How about a picnic?” She suggested.

“I don’t know. He probably won’t like the grass being close to the food. And then there’s all the people at the park. I don’t think Spencer would enjoy all the germs there must be. ” You rubbed your eyes, stressing out.

“Well, picnics don’t have to be in parks.” And that, folks, is why in Emily Prentiss we trust. You both started scheming to make this the best anniversary ever.

It wasn’t a competition but not even an unbiased jury of profilers and behavior specialists can decipher which one of you two was more nervous.

On one hand, we had Spencer checking his gift that he put in the backseat so you wouldn’t be able to peak. His head wasn’t even in the conversation you were trying to form, keyword trying. He just felt his hands getting clammy. His heart was in his throat, not literally but he felt it. He had never done something like this.

Then, on the other hand, we had you. Gripping the steering wheel as if someone was going to rip it from you. You were trying to calm yourself down by talking with Spencer but he kept looking over his shoulder, staring at the gift he got you. He said he wasn’t gonna show it to you till you reached your destination. The minute you saw a big purple gift bag, you felt your heart stop. But also your brain starts to run. What if he didn’t like your gifts?

You parked in front of the location and turned off the car. Spencer gave you a soft smile and grabbed your hand. He kissed it and rubbed the place where he planted the kiss.

“What was that for?” You giggled.

“No reason. Just because I love you.” He gave you a wink. You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

“C’mon, sweetie. Let’s go.” You opened your car door and headed out. You entered the place, trying to set out everything.

“You can do this, Reid.” Spencer took a deep breath, grabbed the gift, and headed to where you were.

Spencer knocked on the door and quickly you opened it. You gave him a smile and let him in. Spencer gasped.

“Ta-da!” It was an art gallery, filled with brand new paintings and unknown artists. But in the middle of the room, there was a blanket, a light candle, and a picnic basket.

“What? I- How did you do this?" Spencer couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was just too overwhelming.

"Well, Emily Prentiss has friends in high places. And one of them just so happened to own this gallery." You explained, grabbing his hands leading him to the blanket. "So what do you think?"

"I love it so much! It's- Woah." Spencer was speechless. His eyes were sparkling with love. He couldn't believe it.

"Did I just render doctor Spencer Reid speechless?" You joked, Spencer rolled his eyes.

"You know it's not that difficult for you." You smiled at his words. Spencer remembered his gift and started to scratch his neck nervously. How could he top this? What he didn’t realize is that you are still nervous.

"Do you- uhm- want to have your gift right now?" He grabbed the purple gift bag, clenching it close to his heart.

“Well if you want to.” You said, trying to ease his discomfort.

“I mean you already gave me my present and it was spectacular. It’s only fair and just that I give you yours. Obviously, if you want to wait it’s fine by me. Or if you don’t want it till we get home, I understand. I-” Spencer rambled, before being cut off by you.

“Spence, hey, calm down. First of all, this isn’t your only gift.” You stated. Spencer looked at you strangely.

“Woah, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought, but this is enough. I mean look at this. This is incredible. I can’t believe you did this. I love everything about it. It’s the best way to have a picnic. ” He exclaimed. You chuckled at your boyfriend’s excitement.

“It’s just a small thing. Don’t worry about it. Now.” You made grabby hands at him, and he laughed while giving you the gift. You opened the bag to see a familiar color purple ball of yarn, a box, and a little book.

“I know you like my purple scarf and since I take it to cases sometimes, so I made you one.” You pulled the scarf out of the bag.

“How?” You gasped.

“Garcia took me to this recreational center she volunteers at and they had a knitting class. I don’t know, it just made sense.” Spence explained.

“It’s even warmer than yours.” You said putting it around your neck. Spencer’s heart clenched. “Wait, there’s more. Right.” You pulled the box out of the bag and opened it. It was a simple gold necklace with an S on it. You gasped at the gift.

“Spencer, I-” “That’s not all. Look at the book.” It was a simple leather small letter notebook. You gave Spencer a look, to which he responded by giving you a reassuring smile.

You opened it to see Spencer’s writing on the first page.

Whenever you are feeling sad, lonely, or need a pick me up, read a page from this book.

With love, Spencer

“They are a collection of love letters. Or messages meant to be in love letters, to you.” He said softly.

“Oh, Spencer!.” You pulled into a hug. He gripped you tightly. You pulled away and started peppering kisses all over his face.

“I love you so much.” You said, grabbing his face. He smiled. Something Spencer loved was when you hold his face in your hands. It made him feel safe and loved.

“And I love you.” He leaned in and kissed you. You pulled away first and gave him a smile.

“‘Now time for your present.” You opened the basket to pull out a box. Spencer grabbed the box out of your hands and started to take off the gift wrap. Spencer gasped, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull.

“You didn’t.” He said his eyes never leaving the book in his hands. You chuckled. Spencer had recently been going through all of his mom’s scrapbooks. And you would sit in his lap while he explained every picture and every article. It was like a therapeutic thing. So you decided you wanted to make one for you guys.

“Oh but I did.” You winked at him. He went through the pictures with tears in his eyes. A year’s worth of memories, right there. He noticed there were a couple of blank pages.

“For the years to come.” You said softly.

“For the years to come.” Spencer repeated.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #mooselovescreators

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artsy-hobbitses · 3 years

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It seems that baby Optimus and megatron had few to no friends. They only had each other. Megatron being as big a softie as Optimus in the mining community, and Optimus’ bullies likely making terrible fun of his heritage.

Pretty much! OP is bookish and a quiet foreign transfer student with an accent, so he unfortunately made for an easy target. Ratchet was his one friend in school. Megatron wasn't a target of anyone, but children his age did find him strange and let him know it---they'd be gamboling and roleplaying the work their parents/handlers did, and Megs was this spacey kid who was also buried in books he'd read over and over again at times since there wasn't much else, and often talked about stuff they didn't understand. They'd laugh at him when he said he wanted to be a medic when he was six or seven because we're all miners here silly, how would you even go to doctor school? But they liked Terminus, so they'd leave him alone! Impactor ended up being the only one who basically thought that this kid was ridiculous but you know what? You got moxie wanting to rage against the machine, you little weirdo, and he can respect that.

#inbox

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 7- Touch Me Under The Stars

Bucky Barnes x reader Series Rewrite (Civil War, Infinity War/Endgame, TFATWS)

Summary: Now that Bucky is finally out of Cryo, the two of you adjust to life in Wakanda.

Warning: fluff, smut (it gets spicy), Bucky being soft

Masterlist

Life in Wakanda was something you could never have ever dreamed of, they literally had everything here. The buildings were huge, the people so interesting and lively, the scenery absolutely breathtaking, and the tech? Out of this fucking world to put it bluntly. Tony Stark who?

Though you’d be a lying fool if you claimed to be fully satisfied with your new corner of the globe, you had a place to exist and feel comfortable in, even a nice apartment overlooking the city that’s attached to where Bucky is currently being held in.

Right. Bucky.

He’s been on your mind as of late, well in actuality he’s been consuming most of your brain processing for the past couple weeks since you and him arrived here with T’Challa and Steve after the mess in Siberia.

Another painful memory added to the already long list of traumatic experiences endured by you throughout these past sixty or so years. But you’re surviving, well enough for the most part that is; you see Steve left soon after Bucky went into the Cryo chamber. Leaving yourself all on your lonesome in a strange new country with no friends but T’Challa.

If you could even consider him a friend.

Who by the way, makes you still feel pretty uncomfortable around considering all the times you beat the shit out of each other in the past, and he thought you and Bucky killed his dad, so it’s been light treading even if he insists it’s all in the past.

On a lighter note you met his little sister Shuri, who upon discovering who you were and what you can do, immediately began marveling at the fact that you have Adamantium claws in your forearms. She was thoroughly impressed and asked for you to cut a lot of random expensive looking objects for scientific purposes only.

Well that’s what she claimed at least. Other then then those two, you’ve been pretty solitary for the most part. Which has really started getting to you recently, something that T’Challa has begun to notice.

That man is too observant for his own good.

Wind rustles the jungle trees from outside this large glass window in the lounging area of King T’Challa’s extravagant home. They sway freely in the open sun as they stretch their great green leaves to the beautiful sky above. But no bout of joy resides in your heart this day, no matter how enticing the weather may appear.

Soon a new presence is felt in the room, though it’s nothing to be alarmed about as he walks to your side, a thoughtful yet concerned expression crossing over his kingly features, “Are you finding your stay here welcoming Y/N?” Wonders T’Challa softy as you slowly blink.

“I am.”

He frowns, you’ve been quit talkative before, but now you barely even speak to anyone, “My friend I know you are not alright. Please tell me what troubles your heart.”

Dammit he’s good.

Sighing, you hug your sides as he patiently awaits an honest answer, frowning, you reluctantly begin, “I thought I would be fine....I’ve always been alone for most of my life anyways. Never counted on anyone but myself. Never needed anyone but myself. That’s how I survived. It’s just now.....I have Bucky. And I care about him more then anything in the world, but he’s gone.......well not really but, you know.” You whisper before turning your head towards some tall trees so that the king cannot see the way that your eyes brim with unshed tears. God the ache you feel for him is almost unbearable.

Understanding your deep sorrow from your lovers absence, T’Challa slowly nods, “I cannot fully express an understanding of your pain, as I have never felt it like the way that you have now. Nor have I lived the life of your own.” He admits as you turn your head to catch him in your peripheral vision, not quit ready to meet his unthreatening gaze.

He swallows before continuing, “But this I do know, you are a warrior if I’ve ever known one, and I know many.” Chuckles the king, “You fight fiercely and love deeply, Bucky should be proud to have you by his side. I may envy that kind of love, though I should not say it, it is true.”

A stray tear slides down your cheek as you quickly wipe it away with the back of your hand, “Love.” You whisper softly in thought, “I do love him, yes....very much. I’ve been withdrawn lately, because well, I guess I miss him more then I’d realize I would. I hope your people help him. That’s all I ask for, I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

“You might not be waiting quit that long actually.” Reveals Shuri as her familiar footsteps wander into the large sun-lite room overlooking the jungle, “My team just needs a couple more days with him and he’ll be good to go for the most part. Though the process of fully becoming free from the trigger words may take a little longer....his mind will still need time to heal.” Explains Shuri as she moves to stand on your left, opposite of her half-brother.

At this your heart speeds up with excitement, eyes turning to face the smiling princess , “I don’t want to threaten royalty, but I might break a couple of your lounge chairs if you’re lying to me. I’m not joking.” You add half jokingly as T’Challa lightly chuckles.

“Now I do not doubt that.”

——

Today you’ve been summoned into the lab in preparation for Bucky’s defrosting, claiming that having a familiar face as the first thing he sees was probably the best for when he wakes up again, at least that’s what the doctors told you.

And of course you didn’t even hesitate to say yes. So now here you are in their cleaner then a soap bottle lab, standing nervously a couple feet away from the Cryo chamber as some scientists go about their duties to his left. It’s strange, he looks relatively peaceful and serene, like he’s having a nice little nap while standing upright and covered in frost.

Nonetheless Bucky looks handsome as always, soon a tiny subconscious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you await the aftermath of the defrosting process. A button is hit and the familiar whoosh of the air chamber fills your ears as bouts of warm white steam push up into the air from the bottom and sides of his chamber.

The inside goes foggy before one of the scientists flicks a switch and the glass door pops open to emit a plethora of tiny clouds that float up and dissipate just as quickly. In the aftermath, your eyes search for Bucky, he’s still sleeping and is covered in a couple specks of blue frost, his hair undoubtedly wet from the chamber’s atmosphere.

“Give him a moment, he may be slightly disoriented as the body wakes up again.” Explains Shuri from the doorway as you bite your bottom lip anxiously in anticipation for when he’s finally conscious.

“Right.” You nod in understanding, “Not like this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him this way.” You mutter with a depressing chuckle.

A second later you’re alerted to the sound of someone sucking in a deep breath, immediately your head snaps over to witness as Bucky stirs, his fingers curl back to life as his lips part. Then soon after his two icy blue pools slowly reveal themselves to the rest of the lab as he takes a look around.

Your fists grip tightly onto the fabric of your jacket as Bucky swallows before blinking back the slight blur of waking up from a couple weeks of hibernation. The scientists, Shuri, and you study his movements as Bucky’s brow raises in thought, his eyes only on you.

“How longs it been?” He wonders before taking a step to get out of the Cryo chamber.

“Exactly a month and a half Mr. Barnes.” Chirps Shuri enthusiastically as he nods in understanding before she gives a glance between the two of you, “Alright, I’ll give you and Miss. Valerious some time to catch up while we check your vitals.” Adds the princess before exiting out the door, the other scientists following suit.

Now it’s just you and your Bucky; glancing at the floor, the two of you wander into a semi-awkward silence before he finally breaks the ice, “You look good.” He mutters softly, a small reassuring smile on his pink lips as your eyes trail up to meet his.

Revealing a breathy laugh, you shrug, “Hardly. But you on the other hand, white, I like it. It’s a good color on you.”

His stubbled cheeks flush pink as he smiles brightly, “I think I remember you telling me the exact same thing before I went under.”

“Well I just told you again, because I mean it.”

“Well I like the new style..” Points Bucky to your outfit, “it’s Wakandian but very Y/N.....I like it.”

Shaking your head you begin giggling at his adorable compliment, “Barnes you’re too much....but seriously, how do you feel? Are you dizzy? Nauseous? Thirsty?”

He smiles, “No, uh....I actually feel pretty good honestly. I could go for something to eat though, I’m starving.”

Walking over you gently take his hand in yours, “Say no more. T’Challa’s got everything here.”

——

After Bucky got readjusted and evaluated by Shuri’s team of incredible scientists and brilliant doctors, Bucky was well on his way to a full recovery from the years of mental torture given to him by Hydra. The words didn’t affect him anymore, the anxiety surrounding the very thought of breaking and turning on everyone again was a thing of the past.

He was your Bucky, completely.

In the following days after, T’Challa found a nice place on the outskirts of the grand city where you and Bucky could lay low and recover for some time as needed. Not wanting to over due your stay in his lavish home, and also wanting to feel the breeze again, you both agreed to live in a little village on the edge of a large pond.

All of it was Wakanda, so neither you nor Bucky stressed any worry that the Romanian and German authorities would come bursting through the front gates to whisk you away for your crimes. Or Tony Stark for that matter, he definitely hates you guys without a doubt in your mind.

Definitly with good reason, but that doesn’t mean you’d ever dare give Bucky up.

But on to greener pastures, it’s truly a possible thing that you’ve never seen Bucky in colors besides black or faded red shirts. But now? He wanders around in the brilliantly beautiful colors of Wakanda and her people with a brighter smile on his lips and lack of one arm for the time being.

Ah yes, the arm.

For the most part he’s been fine about it, though he needs your assistance when getting dressed or when attempting to wash the grime from his growing mane. Although, and fortunately for you, he’s still quit proficient in the area of love making with no decline in performance with lack of one arm, much to your satisfaction and his.

Besides that, it’s amusing, since you’ve been staying in this little friendly village, the kids have begun calling him the White Wolf when they want his attention. Which in turn earns a small smile upon his lips, one because he knows you usually hear it and think it’s adorable, and two it’s probably the first honestly kind thing anyone has ever placed on him, ever.

Walking across the villages center area, past huts and ladies washing some of their tunics, you follow the excited rambling of one of the village children as she talks a mile a minute about how you just have to see this really cool thing right now without exception. So of course you have to see this really cool thing, right now.

“Y/N! Y/N! Come! Faster you’re going to miss it, hurry you’re being slow.” Urges Ryn’a with a wave of her hand as she beckons you to starts running with her.

Heeding to her urgent request, you give her aunt a pursed lip grind before racing after the sprinting child, “This better be very interesting, or I’ll throw you into the water again!” You playfully threaten as she giggles across the grassy field.

Soon you’re crouching behind a rock as she peeks over the stony edge, ducking back down, she gives you a mischievous grin, “The White Wolf doesn’t see us.”

Raising a brow you nod, “This is what you wanted me to see? Him?”

Shaking her head she rolls her dark eyes in amusement, “No. We’re hunting.” She smirks in excitement as your brows furrow in confusion. Huh?

“Uh.....what?” Suddenly you connect the dots, “Are we hunting the White Wolf?” You ask, pretty damn positive that’s where this little adventure is going.

Shaking your shoulder excitedly she squeaks with joy before instantly catching herself and quieting down real quick, “He’s just over this rock. Chopping wood for the fire tonight....we need to hit him with a stick okay, then we run.”

Slowly nodding, your eyes trail over her excited face, “Hmm, okay. But I gotta ask, did Kova put you up to this and I’m now an accomplice?”

Biting her bottom lip, she diverts her gaze to the bushes behind you before mumbling out, “He might have......and if I was to hit the White Wolf on his head without getting caught. I’d get to play the drums for the fire tonight.” She whispers almost embarrassed.

Giving her a kind smile, you gently touch her shoulder in reassurance as she looks to you now, “Well then. Looks like we’re on a wolf hunt today, huh. Lucky for you, I’m great at throwing sticks.”

Immediately she squeals in joy before standing as still as stone, “Sorry.”

“No worries. I don’t think he heard a sound.” You reply, snatching a ruler sized stick from the ground before peeking over the grey sun kissed rock.

There he is, in his red tunic completely oblivious, using a Vibranium axe to chop away at the wood for tonight’s fire dance. Sitting back down, you press your back against the stone as Ryn’a clenches her fists in excited anticipation, “Ready, Y/N?” You nod as she smiles.

“Okay good....don’t miss.” She warns.

“I never miss.” You muse before turning back around, your eyes peek up over the edge and watch as Bucky sets another log on the flat rock, he hauls the axe down, splitting the wood in two.

Setting the axe down again, he walks over to the small log pile before selecting one and setting it back on the flat rock, bending down to grab the axe and when he stands to his full height again...

Smack!

Instantly the dry weather worn stick flies from the back of his head to the ground below as he throws a wary look in your direction. Though he sees absolutely nothing but a big grey rock and some bushes. Touching the back of his head, he looks down and swiftly picks up the relatively unthreatening piece of dried wood.

Studying it like it’s the holy grail and will give him all the answers to eternal life and whatnot, he throws it to the ground before continuing with his duties as you turn back to Ryn’a. “That was a good hit.....can you do it again? Please?” Mutters the little beast as you settle down from that adrenaline rush of perfectly nailing Bucky in the back of his head without getting caught.

Let’s not forget you were one of Hydra’s most deadliest assassins.

Her dark chocolate eyes stare pleadingly and puppy-like as she fake pouts, “Please Y/N? I won’t ever leave another turtle in your house ever again....promise. I promise, please?” She quietly begs as you contain your laughter.

“Yeah alright. But you’re gonna have to run cause he’s probably gonna figure out where the second one came from.” You add with a smirk, “I’ll deal with the wolf after. I can take him.”

“Yes!” She squeaks, “Oh, sorry I mean....yes.” She whispers quietly as you search for a new stick to throw.

Soon enough you find another and cautiously look around the side of the rock this time, there’s Bucky, setting another log on the flat rock before slicing it in half. Instantly the biggest grin pulls your lips into a Cheshire Cat smile as he turns to grab another log.

Smack!

“Hey! Who was that?!” He shouts in confusion as Ryn’a bursts with laughter before booking it back to the safety of the village while you crouch there behind a rock cackling like a child.

God that was such an accurate hit too. And he didn’t even see it coming.

Suddenly you hear the sounds of feet running against the earth, when Bucky makes it to the back of the large rock you’re nowhere to be found. Brows furrowing, he looks at the bushes and then over to the nearby village before shaking his head and turning around to walk back over to his usual duties for the day.

Only now he’s confronted by the casually innocent face of you who’s standing there with the axe slung over your shoulder, “Something scare you Barnes?” You muse with a small laugh before nodding towards the wood, “I mean these logs can be pretty scary I won’t hold it against you. You might have seen a snake, who knows.”

Sauntering back over to you he stands there for a moment just observing your casually calm self, “Why do I have a suspicion you just hit me with a stick. Twice.”

Shrugging, you slam the axe into the dirt before rising up to meet his humored gaze, “Maybe it was a Rhino, maybe it was a little nine year old who needed me to win her a drum. Guess you’ll never know.”

Glancing from the ground then back up to you again, Bucky shakes his head at your theatrical antics, warm smile ghosting across his lips, “Well just so you know it didn’t hurt.” Assures your big tough man with a nod.

“I’ll use a bigger stick next time.” You quip as he takes a step closer to you.

Handsome face breaking out into a beaming grin, “Come on, let’s go for a walk. I’m tired of chopping wood.” He says as his fingers ghost against the bare skin of your sleeveless shoulders, “I just want to be with you.”

Touching the side of of his stubbly cheek affectionately, you smile, “Where too? By the pond?” Which causes him to snort a breathy laugh.

“No, I don’t trust you by open water.”

You shrug in agreement, remembering the first time you both arrived here and the children brought you into a splashing fight where you got Bucky’s hair all wet, “Yeah that’s fair.”

——

After enjoying a pleasant evening walk together, eating a delicious traditional Wakandian meal, and watching the performers for the celebration dance and beat on their drums for hours into the night. You and Bucky decided to steal away from the festivities and have a little moment together under the stars, just you and him, nothing and no one else.

“That was nice wasn’t it.” You mutter as he lays on his back next to you, “I like these people. They’re kind.”

Turning his head to meet your shadowed face, he smiles adoringly as you keep a steady gaze set on the stars above, “Well, no ones trying to kill us so I’d say we’re doing alright.”

“We are, aren’t we. Who would have thought that shit huh? Two ex-assassins, two fucked up people like us laying like sappy teenagers under the stars. This almost feels like some stupid romantic film.”

Bucky lets out a proper laugh this time as you send him a humored look, “What? I’m being honest!”

Quickly he rolls onto his side to face you, a new sultry flicker flashing through his dark gaze, “Maybe I like being sappy with you.” He mutters lovingly before trailing a finger across your jaw as you study his face.

“Sappy with me? Why Mr. Barnes are you flirting with me this fine evening?” You muse with a breathy chuckle as he smiles brightly down at you.

“I was hoping you’d notice, is it working?” He asks, a hopeful look in his dark blue eyes.

Leaning closer, he’s pleasantly surprised when you gently press your lips to his, “My God James you’re making me swoon.” You jest before snickering at your shitty old-timey accent replacing the Eastern European one, “Why I’ve never met such a character, now tell me Mr. Barnes, are you a single man?”

Holding in his laughter, he takes a breath before answering, “Doll, I’m taken.”

Gasping in mock surprise, you quickly sit up before pushing him onto his back by both shoulders, your legs to either side of his torso as your faces keep mere inches apart, “Well, well, well how about that.” You slyly tisk, your natural accent dripping heavily as it sends a thrill through Bucky, “Lucky woman indeed. But I can guarantee you, I’m much more enticing.”

Bucky shivers as you lean your body closer to his, your silky hands to either side of his flushed face as you smile a devilish grin in the darkness, “I don’t doubt it.” He rasps, voice just barley above a whisper, lips so close to yours now you could almost taste him.

“I just realized something.” You suddenly mumble against his plush inviting lips.

Bucky hums in reply, to completely and utterly enthralled by your seductive charm to even form a coherent sentence, you smirk before rising to properly sit up against him, “Bucky, you look better in the dark.”

His stomach rises with a deep laugh that rubs pleasingly against your growing warmness as he gently squeezes a hand on your right thigh, “You’re gonna get it for that one.” He muses, appearing like he’s about to flip you over but you’re not having any of that.

Pressing a hand against his firm chest, you suddenly grind your clothed nether regions slowly and meticulously against his lower stomach. He quickly lets out a low guttural moan as you lean down to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

Pulling away, you rest one hand on the thin Wakandian blanket that’s keeping you two from the dirty ground below, your other hand gently trailing down the side of his stubbly face, “Just let me make love to you okay? If you want that i...”

“Yes!” Interrupts Bucky with a great bout of enthusiasm before catching himself, “I mean....uh, yes please.” He mutters, failing to regain his composure as you circle your hips against his fiery skin. Oh, you are certainly enjoying yourself.

Smiling into the half moonlight, your eyes trail cautiously over to the burning village bond-fire a small trek away, seeing everyone laughing and minding their sweet business you then immediately pull your shirt off, your bra following right after just as quickly. Laying discarded on the nearby grass for later; Bucky’s eyes go wide with lust as the outline of your curves and protruding breasts flash like gold in the moonlight.

God you’re so beautiful, he thinks, and all mine.

The smile that Bucky gives you could just about light up a room on the darkest of nights, he wants you, he needs to be consumed by you, to feel you for all that you are. You can see it by the way that he rubs your partially exposed thigh, by the way his eyes never leave yours and when they do it’s to wander around your divine vessel.

He’s never been more in love then in this very moment, if that’s even possible; he’s never really spoken too deeply about it, his time with Hydra. But he’s undoubtedly glad that you found him when you did, he was in a dark place then. Lost and alone, on the run and keeping to the shadows as best he could from the rest of the hungry eyes of the world.

Then one day out of the blue you showed up with nothing but your wits and a kind smile to show you meant no harm, all you wanted was to see him again after all that time apart from your escape and his imprisonment with Hydra. He was sent to kill you, but you came back to him anyways.

He didn’t understand it at first, when he began to realize what falling in love truly felt like, but with time it came to him. At first sight wasn’t something that happened by any means, he was nervous to see you, standing there so innocently in his apartment in Bucharest. He thought he was being careful, he thought he was safe.

But then Hydra’s most prized weapon and most difficult one at that, you, had shown up to make sure he was okay. He couldn’t believe it, but what scared him the most as he let you stay with him, he was slowly but surly beginning to fall in love with you.

Now that was a new feeling he hadn’t felt in decades, you intrigued him, made him laugh with the simplest of offhanded side comments, made him try to be a better person. And most of all you made him feel wanted and loved, and that is something he will always hold dearly to his very heart and soul.

Because as you’ve said to him, you’re his ride or die no exception, you’ll always be there to throw a punch for him or to gather himself in your arms when the darkness threatens to consume him for all he’s worth.

You’re not afraid of him like so many are, you don’t run from danger, oh no, when Bucky’s concerned. You’re ass will fight to exhaustion to keep him safe and alive. Which so far has proved a very useful state of mind in consideration to the past events that have currently led you two on this ever changing roller coaster.

From Bucharest to Berlin, a flight to Siberia and a long skip down to Wakanda; you two will be by each other’s side no matter the distance. Because to put it bluntly, you’re all Bucky has left in the world and Bucky is all you have either, one without the other would be a dreadful existence.

Luckily for you, Bucky’s incredibly alive and doing pretty damn alright all things considered. Also for the current moment, he’s becoming an undone mess underneath you. Which is just what you’ve wanted, he deserves it.

Trailing a fiery pathway of butterfly kisses from his collarbone all the way up to his neck and jawline, Bucky emits a deep groan of pleasure as you palm him through his baggy pants that have started to tent with the pull of his growing hardness.

His lower half is still clothed while your whole body is free for the shimmering stars to bear witness to, and Bucky of course. “Y/N. Please.” He rasps as you feel up his clothed manhood while you grind tirelessly against his bare stomach, the sensation no doubt drawing you into a blissful rising climax to follow.

Stopping your pleasurable attack to his hardened member, you swiftly roll off of him as you decide it’s time to get things rolling, “Alright hot stuff get that shit off, I need you inside me right the fuck now.”

“Give me a sec...” Grunts Bucky as he kicks off his pants into the grass before you help him prepare to slip off his underwear, holding the top rim of the fabric, you generously pull it to his ankles before he kicks them off completely.

He chuckles as your face flashes with delight once all the goods are finally shown at long last, “See something you like?” Quips your man as your head snaps up to meet his amused gaze, huh were you staring?

A hot second later you’re hovering directly above his heated body as he strains from grabbing your soft hips and pushing your slick entrance into him. He wants you to enjoy yourself more then anything in the world, so instead does he pull you in for a heated kiss.

“I see many things that I like.” You whisper against his soft lips before slowly sinking down onto him, the sensation of his fullness and girth pulling you into a world of bliss.

Your smile is almost provocative as he moans, the sounds of his pleasure sending sparks of electricity into your system, “God Buck, you feel so fucking good.” You praise, rolling your hips back and forth against him shamelessly, God he loves it when you sweet talk him

He smirks against the corner of your lips before kissing your cheek, “You.....to-too.” Stutters Bucky while you continue to relentlessly ride him like a wild bull, the rocking of your hips causing him to forget how to properly speak.

He looks absolutely angelic, dark locks spread out upon the Wakandian blanket, shirtless, and face smiling with great happiness and joy that he’s been so terribly deprived of for such a long time. Not anymore. Not if you can help it.

Biting your lip when his member twitches inside you, you’re helpless to stop as a soft voluptuous whimper leaves your parted lips unexpectedly when he bucks his hips into you for some more friction. Noticing how well this new action is being received by you, Bucky does it over and over again until you’re nothing but a moaning mess above him.

Dammit he knows how to make you feel good.

Your body falling fully onto him as he makes you cum hard, “F-fuck.....oh God Buck, fuck me.” You mumble against his lips as he thrusts up into you over and over until he finally spills inside you with a concentrated grunt.

“oh.” You gasp breathlessly as Bucky flips you onto your back in one skilled motion, still deep within your wet warmness as his whole body presses you wonderfully into the soft blanket, “I hope they can’t see us.” You point out as Bucky chuckles before kissing your jawline, strong hips pushing against yours as he parts your legs further with his large body.

“It’s dark out.” Mutters Bucky in reply as he pulls another moan from your sweet lips, “They’re dancing.....and we’re....oh fuck....uhh....yes...” He can’t even finish his sentence as you suddenly squeeze your walls tightly around his cock as a second orgasm hits you, “Dear God Y/N.” Moans Bucky while you trail pink fiery lines down his muscular back.

Smiling against his lips, you fully enjoy the sensation of his thick member sliding in and out of you at a blissfully rapid pace as he continues to make a mess down there with his pleasure inducing actions. You’re incredibly grateful for the fire dance celebration happening a little ways away and all the loud pounding of the tribal drums that masks over the sounds of yours and Bucky’s intense love making on the Wakandian savanna.

Biting your lip, you can’t help when more whiney moans slip from your mouth, he’s a relentless force of lust and love that’s on a mission to see you filled to the brim with pleasure once more. He needs you, he wants every single inch of your heated vessel, he needs you to come for him just one last time.

“Y/N.” Mumbles Bucky against your parted lips as you slowly nod in acknowledgment, too fucked out to think. He smirks, “Cum for me, last time okay.” Says your lover sweetly as his hips roll against your sweaty skin, sending waves of building pleasure on a crash course for your hot core that’s pulsating in delight.

Digging your nails into the slick muscle of his broad back, you suck in a breath while his hard member slides in and out of you with ease. You’re about to come undone right under him yet again, the power of this man you could just about die happy, “Fuck,” You whimper helplessly as he kisses your cheek, “oh God Buck I’m close.”

He smiles proudly as his hips thrust forward, cock sliding deep within your warm walls as his manhood presses on the brim of your entrance, working absolute wonders on your over-stimulated clit.

Soon enough, the tight coil bursts open, sending shock waves of absolute radiant bliss that causes your muscles to tighten and shake reflexively. A sudden wetness slips out around his cock and onto the Wakandian blanket that’s definitely going to need a deep cleaning tomorrow.

The new liquid slides down your inner thighs as your body slowly yet surly comes down from your salaciously erotic climax; head unclouding the thick fog away, you take a deep breath only for yourself to realize you just squirted for the first time ever.

And it appears Bucky has just come to this thrilling realization too, locking eyes with him, you’re greeted with a sly smirk, “Did I just make you squirt?” Muses Bucky in underlying excitement as you simply roll your eyes.

“Well, it’s not like I can deny it considering it’s all over the blanket, among other places.” You sass back, still aware of how he’s still buried deep inside you, “Proud of yourself?” You add with a small laugh.

Kissing your lips in reply, he pushes himself up by his one arm to gently slip out of you before laying in an exhausted heap at your side, “Actually. Yes, I am very proud of myself thanks for asking.” Quips Bucky while his hand trails down your bare rib cage before a huge grin reveals itself in the darkness, “I just made my girlfriend squirt!” Shouts Bucky without a care in the whole goddamn world.

Smacking his arm, you quickly sit up and look around, though it appears no one even knows you two are out here, “Will you shut up!” You whisper yell down at Bucky who’s giving you the biggest white toothed smile ever, “Stop smiling it wasn’t that impressive.”

Faking a half offended look, he pats your leg affectionately, “It was! And you seemed to be enjoying it so just accept that I’ve gotten better at this.”

You scoff, “I never said you weren’t. It’s just we’ve been together for almost three years and that’s the first time I’ve ever done.....that. So..”

“And it just happened so therefore I am amazing and you’re just going to have to accept how hot I am Y/N.”

“Buc..”

“I was getting you all hot and bothered doll.” Winks Bucky seductively as you shake your head at him, a reluctant smile creeping onto your beautiful features anyway.

“God you’re so old.”

Bucky snorts, “And aren’t you 65 or something? Sleeping with a 90 year old man....Y/N you’re getting out of hand.”

Shoving his hand off of your leg, you swiftly fall into his side as his arm curls up to wrap protectively against your waist, “Bucky shut your ass up.” You snicker, “I liked you better when I was on top. All you did was give me that “oh god Y/N oh fuck me ohhh I’m gonna I’m gonna...”

Bucky squeezes your side, “Okay. Okay. I get it you little asshole....let’s just, let’s just rest a moment yeah?”

You hum, shifting yourself so that you can lay against his chest, “Getting mushy on me now Barnes?” You whisper softly with a playful smirk.

A small smile pulls at the corners of his plush lips while he glances down at you, “A little.”

For about twenty minutes the two of you keep silent, just listing to the yelps and thunderous pounding of the drums from farther away. There is no reason to leave, no reason to move, no reason to speak. Just you two, laying wrapped up together in each others loving embrace, taking in the moment for as long as you can. The future is always uncertain, so every single second with Bucky is a blessing to be cherished and consumed for all you can take.

His breaths are slow and steady as you feel the soft rise and fall of his muscular chest that’s pressed against your breasts and face. His fingers run gentle line up and down your naked skin as you hug him close.

“Do you remember when we first saw one another?” Asks Bucky, his voice almost startling you. Lips just barley brush against your naked shoulder as he holds you close, your face nuzzled comfortably against his dark hair.

You pause, eyes blinking as they shift over to Bucky while he awaits an answer, “It was a long time ago Buck.”

“I know. But do you remember?”

Shrugging, you shift a bit to have a better look at his face, “I do. But you were the Winter Soldier and I was.....something I never want to be ever again.” You mutter, the sadness and regret deep in your soft voice.

All goes silent for the next couple minutes before Bucky suddenly kisses your shoulder, “I thought you were beautiful.”

Yours brows raise as you pull from his right grasp to sit up on one elbow while you look down at him, a lump forming in the back of your throat as you hold back tears. You didn’t expect to get this emotional but here you are naked and bare for him, “You did?”

Bucky nods in the darkness, heart hurting when your voice cracks, he’s never told you a word about how he felt when he was a weapon, “And every day after that.”

“oh.”

“I didn’t want them to.....well, you know.....I didn’t want to forget you.” Confesses Bucky, “I’m so fucking glad I didn’t. Thank you for finding me Y/N....I owe you my life.”

Biting the bottom of your quivering lip, he smiles adoringly up at you, “Bucky....shut up you’re going to make me cry you bastard.” He laughs as you indeed shed a couple stray tears in this soft moment of vulnerability with your sweet man as he holds you protectively in his arm.

“I mean it...every single word, you mean so much to me Y/N. The world would be a darker place without you in it...”

You lower your head in shame, all those buried memories piling up all at once, “No. No it wouldn’t be....I’m part of the darkness Bucky...you know that..”

“Y/N, look at me, please.” Begs Bucky as you begrudgingly lift your head for him to meet your tearfully sad eyes, “Don’t let them win. What they did to us, what they made us do....you’re so much better then all of that. We’ve changed Y/N, for the better and you know it...the words can’t break me anymore and you, you’re free.”

“Okay.” Is all you’re able to rasp out before more tears fall willingly from your eyes, tiny water droplets of grief and remorse pattering against his bare chest, Bucky’s heart breaks for your pain and loss, and everything those fuckers at Hydra put you through before your escape to freedom.

He knows how much you hate yourself for all the innocent people you killed, granted not many were adherently innocent, but there where many that died by your hand because wrong place wrong time or by Hydra manipulation. Selling you false secrets that painted some people who were indeed good, as the enemy equal to the worst kinds of humans.

He knows, and he refuses to let you fall into this dark pit of despair, “I love you...okay, Y/N I love you so fucking much.” His words are well heard and received as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

There he holds you tightly, there he will protect you with his life, and there he will stay with you under the stars until dawn breaks out over the horizon.

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