#fourteenth doctor x y/n

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Old face/old feelings

Warnings: smut and angst

Y/n had tried moving on from the Doctor; the feelings, and just the thoughts about him. They believed it would help ease the pain, but so many things they owned reminded them about their adventures through space and time with him. Their dreams filled with the adventures as well. They just wanted to forget all of it

The last thing he told them, they wanted to forget, but failed many times to do so. “I’ll come back for you Y/n. That’s a promise” he told them all those years ago while peeking out of the Tardis. They believed that lie, and now here they were laying on the guest bed of the Noble’s place since their house mysteriously collapsed

Y/n weirdly enough had a sneaky feeling something like that would happen, so the day before they managed to pack everything up safely. It had taken them as a bit of a surprise when it happened, but once going through all the shit you go through with The Doctor, you get desensitized to bizarre shit like that

Speaking of bizarre, someone was rushing upstairs to where they were. They got up, and now stood up to take on whatever was coming up. Y/n knew it wasn’t any of the Nobles since the family knew better to just randomly pop up in the guest room. Soon a creature with big eyes had appeared, and behind it was him

“Meep meep” Beep the Meep says as it approaches them. It goes over to hug their leg as if afraid of The Doctor. “Y/n?” The Doctor starts in confusion. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked as they stood there in shock. “Meep Meep” they looked down at the Meep as it now looks up at them

“My house exploded…” they started as they now looked back at him. “Oh, I’m so sorry” he said as the Meep lets go of their leg, and went onto their bed now. Y/n stayed silent as they had waited so long for the two to see each other again, but they felt angry

“You’re a lair by the way” they started, which makes him shocked. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you?! Shit, I wouldn’t have cared if you hadn’t looked the same, because you’re still the person I loved all those years ago” he listens intently as the rest of the Noble family comes up

He looks at the family as Y/n felt tears leaving their eyes now. “You have no clue how much I wanted to find a way to communicate with you, but I didn’t since I thought you’d be quick… but you clearly had better plans, huh Doctor?” Beep the Meep felt bad for the human now

“Would the human like to sit next to the meep?” Beep the meep asked them. They looked at the Meep, and nodded their head. They go over to sit next to the Meep as everyone was watching this. “Oh great, there’s a party to seem in this fucking mess…” they begin to sob as they held onto the Meep. “There, there” the Meep comforts them as The Doctor walks towards them

“Y/n I didn’t want to lose you. You meant too much to me to let that happen to you. I also thought about you endlessly as I traveled, but I’m here now, and I promise you I won’t leave you behind” They looked at him once he sat down next to them. “You broke the last promise Doctor, how am I supposed to know you won’t break this one?” They asked him

“You know that ring you wear…?” He asked them. They nodded their head as they stopped hugging onto the Meep to look at the ring. It was a Gallifrey ring he gave them on the last trip the two shared. “Did you perhaps know that your house was gonna explode the day before it had actually happened?” He asked them, and they quickly nodded their head as they kept staring at the ring

“That ring can help you easily avoid danger” they looked at The Meep. “It can also make an enemy be friendly if close by” he adds as they stood up now. He does the same as they find themselves backing away from the Meep. The Meep looks confused now. “Y/n, why are you going away from the Meep? I don’t bite” they found themselves quickly greeted by the wall behind them

“Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?!” Donna asked as The Doctor stood next to them now. “I kinda never left your side” he says as he looks at them. They looked at him now as he takes out the sonic screwdriver. They admired the new look of the sonic. “Isn’t it stunning?” He asked them as he makes a cage for the Meep

“Yeah” they said as they hadn’t stopped looking at him. The Meep’s true colors were able to show now, and it was pissed off now. “Is someone coming to get the Meep?” He asked them, which makes them nod their head. “That’s excellent!” He kisses them on their lips now

“Come on Donna, let’s leave these two alone” Donna’s mother says as the two start walking downstairs again. Rose and her dad left as well. Once they pulled apart, they smiled. “What is it?” He asked with a matching smile. “She’s gonna be fine- Donna. She’ll remember everything, but she’ll live” they said as tears started to leave his eyes

“So you give out spoilers too?” He jokes, which makes them smile wider. “It’s happening downstairs. You’re just not present for it” they pointed out as two armed aliens show up. The Doctor was about to look, but they made him look back at them. “It’s okay. They know we mean no harm” their lips go onto his neck as they begin to leave hickeys

“Erm… Y/n, there’s people here” he points out as his face goes red. “Don’t worry sir, we’re quickly leaving now” one of the aliens said. Once the two were completely alone, they stopped leaving hickeys on his neck. “You have no clue how much I like you Doctor…” they start as they begin to strip

“I think I have an idea” he says as they discarded their graphic t shirt. He starts to discard his clothes now once realizing this was definitely happening. Once they were naked, they go over towards their bed, and find themselves lying near the edge of their bed. They begin to touch themselves as they waited for him to get completely naked

Once he was, he approaches the bed. “I’ve waited too long to do this…” he starts once he was close to the edge of the bed. He looks at their wet pussy, and just went ahead and lifted up their legs: spreading their legs open now, and soon his cock was in them

Their head arches back now as a moan escapes their mouth now. He had let out a moan as well as he starts to thrust now. “Oh, Doctor” they moaned out as their eyes go to the back of their head. His hands were grasped firmly on the edge of the bed. His head throws back now as moans continued to leave him

“Oi! Keep it quiet up there!” Donna shouts, which makes the two both smile. He stops, since he didn’t want to upset Donna who was clearly back to being herself. He had pulled out, and placed their legs back down. “Sorry about that darling, but we’re gonna have to continue in the Tardis” he says as he starts to get his clothes back on

“That’s fine” they said as they got up to get their clothes back on as well. Once the two were clothed again, the two find each other cuddling on the bed. “So where to first?” He asked them. “Anywhere” they answered as they find themselves fallen asleep. He notices, and smiles. He kisses their forehead, and then stares at the ceiling wondering why this face had come back

[gracesimp]

Together Forever

14th doctor x fem!wife!reader

summary: The newly regenerated doctor is finding out some very interesting things about himself. Luckily, his wife is supportive. (super quick drabble).

"Was it just me, or was issac Newton hot?" Donna asks and y/n giggles, her hand tightening around her husband's as he sways them back and forth.

"he was, wasn't he? he was so hot - ooh, is that who I am now?" The Doctor ponders aloud, and his wife snorts, fondly shaking her head.

"Now?" She asks playfully, raising a teasing eyebrow. The Doctor pauses, pouting as he looks down at her, scrunching his nose as he sniffs.

Donna bursts into a fit of loud laughter, actually wiping tears from her eyes as she looks between the two. "Well," She starts, clutching her stomach as she tries to calm herself. "It was never that far from the surface, mate."

"Literally!" Y/n agrees quickly, nodding her head as she blinks up at him. Her husband rolls his eyes and she gently grabs his cheeks, bending him down so she can kiss his lips softly. "I'm happy you're finding yourself, and I'm even happier that you feel comfortable talking about this." She assures quickly.

The Doctor's eyes soften immediately, a small smile slowly replacing his pout as he looks to Y/n with complete adoration and love. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer, kissing her deeply.

The kiss lasts longer than necessary, but neither of them were complaining. He rests his forehead on hers, pecking her lips again and again before mumbling softly, "I love you."

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Could you do “wanna… sit on my lap?” with 14th Doctor, please? 🥺

Now there's an offer you couldn't pass up. Honestly, if you were to ever say no to that request, the Doctor should take you out back and shake you silly to figure out what had scooped out your brains and replaced it with mush.

"Please?" You asked softly, climbing into his outstretched arms and comfortable lap. Your legs caged his between your own as you tucked yourself into his chest.

"Oh, that's it, darling, right on in here, come on," he cooed as his arms encircled your body, hands rubbing warmth into your back. His lips pressed to your forehead, delighting in the contented hum you gave involuntarily as a response.

"See, better, yes? All better, don't you worry, love. I've got you."

And he did. You knew he did, and he always would.

[hertzwritings]

Close(r) friends

A/N: YES I AM DOING TWO STORIES TODAY BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT AND I FEEL HORRIBLE FOR NOT POSTING YESTERDAY. I love you all so much, thank you for letting me take some me-time.

I hope you’ll enjoy another type of roommate-au from me, because I am in love with this damned trope.

You can buy me a coffee here and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic – the sky is the limit, so anything you want, you can get!

Love y’all. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Roommate AU!Henry Cavill x female reader

Contains: Language, roommates to lovers, smut (MINORS DNI)

W.C.: 3.552

 Close(r) friends

 You groaned and cursed at the stupid glasses, that were on the stupid shelf, that you couldn’t reach. Fucking idiotic, that you were living with a tree of a man, and your arms were too short, especially with bandages on your hands.

Fucking idiotic boiling water.

“Y/N?” His voice rang through the apartment as you tried fruitlessly to grab the fucking glass again, but only managed to push it in further on the shelf, and you groaned.

  “Dude, what the hell are you doing?” He mumbled, towering over you and grabbed the glass for you, eyeing the bandages. “The kettle got you?” you nodded, pursing your lips. “It’s honestly about time. We’ve been mortal enemies since you brought it into the apartment.” He filled the glass for you. “How bad is it?” You sighed. “First degree. Not too bad, it could’ve been worse.” You said and eyed the full glass of water, you definitely couldn’t lift. “Here, tilt back.” He held the glass to your lips and carefully poured water down your throat – you shivered a little at the cold. “Why are you home already?” You asked, when he removed the glass from your lips. “Oh, well, I’m down as your emergency contact, so the doctor called me and I got off early.” “You didn’t have to do that, I would’ve been…” “If you say fine right now, I’m slapping you.” “Good. I was about to say good.” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and licked your lips – he didn’t see it, thankfully. “Same shit, different day.” He shrugged. “Are you good, need me to do anything?” He asked with concern lacing his voice. “No, I’m fine. Oh, actually, could you turn on the TV and maybe put on that horror movie, we never got to finish the other day?” He nodded. “Sure.” He turned it on and looked back at you. “You sure you’re good?” You nodded happily. “Yeah, I’ll finish this and probably go to bed. I’ve been traumatized by a kettle, I need the rest.” He laughed. “Alright. I’m going to my room, just call out if you need something, okay?” You thanked him and sat down, relaxed and tried to watch the movie without focusing too much on the pain in your hands.

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“Motherfucker!” you grumbled as you dropped your toothbrush for the fourteenth time and growled at the stupid, little brush resting in the sink. You were just about ready to concede, but you wanted clean teeth and a fresh brain, and you wanted to do it yourself, which is why you hadn’t called on Henry to help – it was stupid to have your roommate, which you had a major, uncomfortable crush on, brush your damn teeth.

“Fuck it.” You sighed and walked with heavy steps to his room and knocked on the door. “Yeah, two seconds!”  He called out and you waited, tripping a little. This was idiotic. He opened the door and poked his head out – you could see the computer screen and the game that was currently going and felt even worse for asking. “Hey, what’s up?” You bit the inside of your cheek. “You know what, it doesn’t matter, you’re playing, and I don’t want…” “Seriously, Y/N, you know I don’t care about that. What can I help you with?” You sighed and looked up at him behind your lashes. “I need help brushing my teeth.” You mumbled. “Oh. Er… You can’t just use mouth wash and call it a day?” He asked gently. “No, it doesn’t make my teeth feel smooth.” He chuckled. “Okay. Let’s do it. I’m just telling the guys I’m out for a bit, hang on.” He walked back to his station and put his headphones on.

“Hey, I’m off for a while. Yeah, I gotta help ba—Y/N.” he cleared his throat. “I’ll let you know when I’m back, I’ll join up again.” He pulled the headphones off, and quickly came with you to the bathroom. “What were you about to call me in there?” You asked with a grin, leaning awkwardly on the counter. He blushed a little. “Oh, er, it… Uhm…” He smiled a little shyly at you. “It’s just been easier, so don’t judge me, okay? I didn’t want to be hounded by the boys and Lawrence has been trying to set me up with his little sister, so…” “Henry, you’re rambling.” “Fine, fine, fine. Okay, so… I sometimes call you baby.” He blushed even harder at that, and you almost choked on your spit. “Really?” you asked a little breathlessly. “Don’t judge me!” He moaned. “It’s just been to get them off my back.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, big boy.” You gestured to the toothbrush. “let’s get going.” He nodded and quickly put toothpaste on the brush, wetting it after and got ready – he stopped right before reaching your mouth. “This is weird.” “Don’t tell me, I already know.” You mumbled. “It’s just… A little intimate, right?” He asked, holding the toothbrush out in front of him. “In a weird way, yes. Let’s just get it over with and forget that I ever needed assistance like this.” He chuckled. “Okay.” He began brushing and you had to restrain yourself from holding onto his shoulder; he was very close, and his face scrunched up in concentration. The tip of his tongue darted out and wetted his lower lip, and your breathing hitched at the sight. “Hang on, this position is stupid.” He laid the toothbrush down on the counter and grabbed your waist; you shivered at the touch and barely contained a moan, as he lifted you effortlessly, letting you sit on the counter and stepped between your legs. He held your chin tightly in his hand, and you licked your lips. “This is weird. I feel like a dad. This must be what it’s like to have kids.” He mumbled, grabbing the toothbrush. You opened your mouth for him, but decided in the last minute to talk instead of sitting still. “Does that mean I need to call you daddy now?” you asked, eyebrows raised. He sputtered. “Don’t do that.” You snickered. “What, daddy?” “Oh my God, don’t call me that and look at me like that!” he grumbled, and you couldn’t help the giggles tumbling from your lips. You looked back at him with wide eyes and you saw his chest rise a little faster than normal. “Just… Sit still, or I’ll end up hurting you.” “Yes, daddy.” He rolled his eyes. “Good girl.” He mumbled and the surge of heat to your core was unexpected. Oh no. You kept close eye contact with him, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. Silence fell between you as he gently brushed, his fingers on your chin and cheeks, warm on your skin. It felt weirdly close, like a line had been crossed somewhere in the last few minutes. You rolled your hips, trying to sit a little better and create just a sliver of friction between your legs. “Don’t… Stop squirming!” He hissed, and you bit down on the toothbrush just to annoy him. “Okay, if you’re playing that way…” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t think I don’t know stuff about you.” “Like what?” You were muffled by toothpaste. He smirked and leaned closer. “Can you be good for me, darling?” you gulped and froze with your mouth open. Oh, no. “Good girl.” Your eyes almost rolled back in your head at that – he must’ve overheard something from your last boyfriend. “That’s what I thought.” You rolled your eyes at him and shifted again, which made you inch closer to his crotch. “Don’t get closer, just sit still, damnit.” He mumbled and instinctively moved closer to you. You couldn’t help it, really. It was pretty much a dare to be this close and not do anything about it, especially when he held your face the way he did. “Don’t…” he groaned as you “accidentally” grinded against him and felt something very hard against your crotch. He let the toothbrush fall out of your mouth and then out of his hand and you leaned over to the side to spit the toothpaste into the sink. “You’re hard, daddy?” you teased, but felt the exact same reaction from your own body. It had been very – weirdly – intimate for him to brush your teeth and hold your face in the way, he did, and you weren’t unaffected by it. “Oh, Jesus…” he sighed. “Fine, yes, I am. How could I not be, you’re… Doing that…” He pointed to your crotch, that still was somehow connected to his. “And you called me…” You tilted your head to the side. “Oh, you liked it, huh?” You asked. He rolled his eyes. “You like being called a daddy?” You lowered your voice a little, still trying to keep the teasing clear. “You want to be my daddy?” Whatever had come over you was new, and you had no idea where it came from; it was not like you to ever say these things.

“Okay, that’s it.” He grabbed your thighs and pushed you into him completely, before lifting you off the counter, carrying you to his bedroom and threw you on the bed. “You’re a brat, you know that?” His blue eyes had darkened significantly, and you swallowed thickly. “What’re you going to do about it?” He growled and moved closer to you. “What’s gotten into you, baby girl?” He asked with a slanted smile. You sucked in a sharp breath. Oh, this was bad. You were already so fucking wet, you were sure your panties were ruined, and the way he looked at you made your legs shake. You had already gone this far, why not go the extra mile? “I don’t know, maybe I just want to see how bad I need to be for you to do something…” You smiled innocently at him. “Daddy.”

Whatever held him back before was gone in the blink of an eye, and he pounced on you, lips on yours and fingers clawing at your oversized shirt, you’d been using as a sleepshirt, to get rid of it. You were more than happy to oblige, lifting your arms up and arching your back so he could pull it off of you – the few seconds it took to get it over your head was more than enough for you to miss his lips, but he was back on them before you could blink. His teeth caught your lower lip and tugged, while his hands roamed your chest, pinching your nipple., you whined and arched into his touch, and he smirked against your lips.

“Oh, you like it, baby? Want me to take good care of you…?” he asked slowly, his fingers moving down to the waistline of your panties. You thanked the gods above that you had chosen a good pair today. He rumbled and the sound vibrated in your chest. “Yes, fuck…” You moaned, closing your eyes when his fingers dipped inside of your panties and rubbed small, deliberate circles on your clit. He was moaning against your lips as he felt you twitch underneath him, and you whined as a finger dipped inside of you. “Fuck, you’re wet already…” he chuckled darkly against your lips and added another finger. “All for me, baby?” You moaned as he began dragging his fingers against your walls. “Yes, all f-for you…” you stumbled over your words and barely had time to prepare when he added his thumb to your clit, fingers moving faster inside of you and you came around his fingers. “Fuuuck, baby, look at you…” He moaned as you came, coating his fingers in your slick and fucked you senseless with his fingers. You were on fucking fire, every nerve in your body standing to attention as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over you, drawing whimpers and moans from your lips as he fucked you through the orgasm. “You took me so damn well, baby… God, those little noises you make with that pretty, little mouth of yours…” He kissed you deeply and moved his fingers from you to move your underwear off. You whined and grunted, when you realized you couldn’t do anything to get him undressed due to the fucking bandages. “Patience, baby.” He kissed you quickly and stood, removing his clothes quicker than should be humanly possible, until he was completely undressed. You gaped at the size of him; you always had an inkling that he was a big guy just from the way he walked and carried himself, but this? This was a whole new level of big.

It throbbed, the tip angry and red, leaking precum and you mewled at the sight. “Condom.” You moaned, desperate to get him inside of you. “Fuck, yeah, of course.” He rushed to his desk and grabbed – of course, an xl – pack of condoms, tearing the foil in pieces with his teeth and rolled it on with a hiss, before pouncing back on you. He laid between your legs and looked down at you, his eyes searching your face. “Hey, are you sure about this?” You nodded eagerly. “Wanted it for a while.” You replied and with your bandaged paw, you pulled his head down so his lips could meet yours again. He kissed you with a groan and lined up with you, the tip against your folds and you whined again. “You’re needy, aren’t you, baby?” He mumbled against your lips. You nodded against the kiss, and he smiled as he slowly sank into you. You both gasped as he filled you, his cock stretching you completely. You thanked him silently for fingering you first, because if he hadn’t, there was no way he had fit.

He began with long, deep strokes, dragging against your walls and you wiggled a little. “Henry…” You moaned his name and caught his eyes. “Don’t go soft on me, please.” You mumbled, a little worried that he would frown at it – but the opposite happened. He smiled dangerously and stilled his hips. “Do you even know what you’re asking for, love?” he said sweetly. “Yes.” No, but I’d like to see it. He growled and lowered his head but didn’t go for your lips this time; his teeth bit down on your neck, causing you to squeal and a hand found your hair, grabbing a tight hold on it. You moaned at the pain and wrapped your legs around him, letting him go deeper as he began fucking you again, this time with more roughness. “Say my name, kitten.” He mumbled against your bitten skin, hips pistoning in and out. “Henry…” he tugged your hair harshly and found your eyes. He let go of your hair and slapped you across the face, his cock twitching inside of you as you clenched around him. “No.” You felt the familiar warmth of an orgasm coming as he stared you down. “Daddy…” You moaned and he chuckled again. “That’s my girl… Look at you taking me so fucking good… You’re taking me all the way, like a good, little whore…” You whimpered, your orgasm teetering on the edge – his words lit a fire in you that you didn’t know you had. “Fuck… I’m…” you couldn’t speak as warmth and pleasure flooded you again, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your body shook as he fucked you through your high. “yes, baby… Oh, fuck, feels good when you cum on my cock… I’ve wanted to feel that for so fucking long, shit…” He was rambling, but you loved it. He roared and stopped moving turning you to your stomach, lifting your ass to him. “Say stop, and I will.” He said gently before his hand fell hard on your ass; you mewled and pushed back, hoping to catch his cock again, wanting him to fill you. He chuckled and smacked you again and a third time, before he entered you deeply again. The new angle made him go impossible deep, and you were barely able to keep up as he slammed against you, his balls hitting your sensitive clit; he was groaning and moaning as he fucked you hard, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. “Oh, fuck, you should see yourself swallowing my cock so well, darling…” He pushed deeper inside and picked up the pace. “Yes, fuck… That pretty little pussy is all mine, isn’t it?” He smacked your ass again and you pushed back against him. “Yes… All yours.” You moaned again, his name falling like a waterfall from your lips as you felt him twitch inside of you, swelling slightly. “I’m gonna cum, baby… Fuck, take all of me… Take all of daddy’s cock…” He rambled, and you were more than happy to oblige; you pushed back, keeping him deeply inside of you. “Fuck me hard… Until you cum, please, daddy…” You whispered in a broken voice. He moved at an incredible speed and his hand wrapped around your throat, holding you in a chokehold, lifting you to his chest while still pounding you deeply. He choked you and bit your shoulder with small love-bites, and your eyes rolled back in your head as another orgasm approached. You were fucked out, in complete bliss, as he rutted deeply inside of you. “You want to cum with me, kitten? Cum on daddy’s cock?” He mumbled against your heated skin, letting your throat go; he moved his fingers to your clit and began rubbing it purposefully, trying to draw the orgasm out of you. “Yes, God, daddy!” You were practically screaming now, your pussy dripping slick down your legs and his balls, your legs trembling as he fucked you. His speed was erratic, clearly close himself and he put more pressure on your clit – that was it for you, and you exploded in pleasure, wetness gushing over his cock and down your legs. “Fuck, yes…” he sounded in awe of you and his movements became sporadic and wild, ready for his own high. You couldn’t see straight. “You squirted on daddy’s cock… Fuck, you are a good girl… Yeah, such a good girl for me.” He mumbled and the praise made you convulse around him.

That did him in; you felt him stop moving and then spill inside the condom with small whimpers falling from his lips.

You slowly laid down, his cock still buried in you, and he held you tightly. The pain in your hands were forgotten already. “Cock-drunk, baby?” He asked with a barely concealed laugh in his voice. You snorted. “A little. Fuck, that was…” You trailed off. “Yeah.” He kissed your shoulder and pulled out, discarding the condom in the trashcan next to his computer. You watched him walk to it and wanted to bite down on those lovely ass-cheeks. He turned around with a small, sly smile. “What?” You asked in a hoarse voice. “Well, two, no, three things…” He ran a hand through his hair and sent you a boyish grin. “One, you’re going to stay here tonight? I’m not done, if you’re not.” You grinned. “Alright.” “Secondly, I…” he came to you and kissed you sweetly. “Have wanted that for a while.” “Me too. Thought my crush on you was very inappropriate, but I guess not.” You laughed. “No, not at all. I’m quite happy with it.” He winked at you, blush coloring his cheeks. “Thirdly…” He ran his tongue over his lips.

“I forgot to mute my mic.”

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[andysbubba]

promises

↳ he made all those promises but he broke all of it too

steve x doctor! reader

a/n: i honestly got a little sad writing this. soft ending though.

warnings: death. overworking. tears lol. steve and his promises lol. ghost but like in a funny way.

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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"I'll be back soon, okay? I promise." He cups your face with his giant palms, eyes staring into yours intently- needing you to trust him. Just two weeks. He'll be with you again in fourteen days. "I'll see you on the fourteenth, okay?"

He always comes back.

Till he didn't.

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You drowned yourself in work. You checked up on your patients, gave your diagnosis, signed off medical certificates, prescribed meds, performed surgeries and took all the night shifts. Just to distract yourself from thinking of him too much, from worrying about him too much and from missing him too much.

You kept up with that same, tiring schedule for thirteen days. And then applied for a 3-day leave starting from the fourteenth, saving those three days off to spend some quality time with Steve.

You spent your first day off doing a bunch of chores. Cleaning your apartment, doing laundry and then grocery shopping. What's better to come home to than your girlfriend's homemade apple crumble and baked rice, right? Steve will only come back some time in the evening so you had ample time to prepare dinner.

The baked rice has 20 minutes left in the oven and the apple crumble's all prepped and ready to go into the oven. But you decide that you'll just bake it later while Steve's eating the rice.

You wait on the couch for Steve's text while the TV plays an old re-run of KUWTK that you don't even bother paying attention to. He usually texts as soon as he lands at the compound just to tell you that he'll be over soon.

8.30. It's still pretty early for him to be back.

9.20. He's probably wrapping things up at the compound.

10.14. Maybe the debriefing is taking a little longer than usual?

11.42. Is he okay? Did he get injured?

12.58. You're getting restless, your fingers drumming against the arm of the couch.

You're pacing in your apartment, phone in your hand and god– you're worried sick. There's no text from him. Not a single hint of anything. One thing about keeping your relationship a secret from his Avengers teammates is that none of them knows about you.

If anything— anything, happens to Steve, no one is gonna tell you. No one knows that Captain America has a civillian girlfriend. No one. Only way you'll ever find out is through the goddamn news.

Knock, knock, knock.

Steve.

You brighten up immediately. Steve's home. Your feet pads against the vinyl floor as you step to the door. You don't bother looking through the peephole.

It's Steve. You know it.

"Ste—"

It isn't Steve.

You stood there, stunned and shocked. You never thought you'd ever see her somewhere other than your TV display or your phone screen. So what is she doing outside your apartment?

"Uhm– hi?" You muttered awkwardly, body straightening up when you actually registered that the Black Widow is standing at your doorstep.

There's a solemn look on her face despite the smile she has. But even the grim smile looks forced. You've always been good at reading expressions. And if you're right, it doesn't look like she came with good news.

"Hi." She says. "I'm Natasha. You must be Doctor Y/l/n, right?" She offers you another smile. This one looks like there's a little more effort in it.

How does– Why is she— Where is– oh god.

You're hesitant. And worried. "Do you know me?"

"Do you mind if I come in, Doctor?" She requests, keeping her voice soft and low.

You nod, confused but you stepped aside to let her in and you shut the door close behind the two of you.

She stands in a hooded windbreaker, black jeans and combat boots. Natasha didn't move any further into the apartment so you assumed that she just wanted a more private place to talk.

She takes a deep, shaky breath. "Steve, he—" She pauses and takes another breath and you can see that her shoulder's shaking. Quivering. "He told me that–" Natasha clears her throat, eyes quickly blinking twice. "He said, if anything happens to him, I should find you and give you these."

You didn't even notice that she were holding things in her hand. She holds the things out. You choked on your breath when you see it.

His dog tags. And with it, was a white envelope.

You realised it before Natasha said it.

"Oh my god." You choked, stumbling back on your feet as you tried to get away from those tags. You wish you could get away from the truth.

It's not on him.

It's not around his neck.

Oh my god.

"I'm really sorry, Doctor." Natasha's gaze falls to the ground. "Steve, he—" She takes a few seconds to stare at the ground before she looks up at you again. "During the mission, Captain Rogers passed away."

A loud sob leaves your lips, your hand claps over your mouth– a poor attempt to muffle the loud cry.

"No." You force out a laugh. "You're lying, right? It's a joke? He can't–" Your chest feels crunched. Crushed. Crumpled. There's not enough air and no matter how much you try to gasp for air, it's still not enough. "–he can't die. He promised." You force the words out, refusing to believe that it's true.

It's not.

It's not.

It's not.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Doctor Y/l/n."

Oh my god.

It's true. It's real.

You choked on another sob. Tears free falling out of your eyes now and you don't bother to wipe it off.

You're used to death. You're surrounded by it everyday. Old people die of old age, some come in from an accident and they lost too much blood and you can't save them, patients going through cardiac arrest out of nowhere and god, even watch kids die. It's painful to watch.

You get used to it.

You learn to move on.

But not this. Not when it's Steve. You can't process it, but you reach out to take the tags and the envelope even though your hands are shaking.

Natasha doesn't know you. But she knows of you. Steve trusted her enough to tell her about you. Not Bucky, not Sam, not Tony. Her.

He told her that if he's injured, Natasha needs to look for your name on his phone and call you. If in a once in a lifetime event, he dies in a mission– he told Natasha that there's a bunch of things on his nightstand in his room at the compound.

Steve takes off his dog tags before every mission. And there's an envelope sitting under the tags. And beside it is a little square note with Doctor Y/l/n's address and phone number.

"Nat. Promise me that if anything happens, you'll tell her immediately, okay? If I die, you give all those things to her and everything that's mine is hers. Except the bike and the shield. Give Bucky the bike and let Sam have the shield."

She didn't think too much of it then. Steve's a goddamn supersoldier, he's capable and he won't go down easily. Natasha never thought there'd be a day where she actually has to go into Steve's room and take those things to give to you.

He's a friend. A comrade and a teammate. But, he's also family. Natasha doesn't know you well enough but considering your relationship with Steve, she considers you as family too.

She steps forward and engulfs you in a hug, her arms wrapping around you and her hand gently soothes over your back while you cry into her jacket. She doesn't know you but she knows you need the comfort. It won't make you feel better but she knows you can't be alone at the moment.

She wouldn't want to be.

So Natasha stays there, holding you tightly while you both stood in the same spot for at least twenty minutes.

When you finally calmed down a little, you pulled away. You're still crying and got the pain is still fresh and you hate this feeling.

"Thank you." You breathe, flashing her a sad smile.

It's two in the morning and you're exhausted. And Natasha seems to be tired too. She gives you her number before she left.

"Call me if you need anything, alright? Even if you just need a friend, give me a call. I'll be there." She emphasises, leaning in and giving you another hug.

When she left, it's just you, the envelope and the dog tags. You press your back against the door you just closed after Natasha left. You slid down against the wood, sitting on the floor and you pull your knees up to your chest.

You're holding the envelope in between your thumb and your index fingers.

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

You don't want to open it. If you do, it'll just make everything come true. It'll be real and you can't pretend he isn't gone.

Two more days.

Two more days of crying. Two more days of trying to accept that he's gone. Two more days of learning to deal with this. Two more days of learning to accept that the man you love isn't coming back.

You hesitate to tear the envelope open. But with a heavy breath, you tear through the flimsy paper. It's a paper with printed lines and you recognise his handwriting immediately.

You sob all over again, throat tightening while the tears well up in your eyes. You unfold the A4 paper and you try to read the first word through your blurred vision. You run a hand down your face, wiping away your tears.

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬.

𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

You can hear his voice in your head. You hear him saying it to you and you can imagine him hunched over a table while writing this letter.

He had the fucking nerve to tell you to not think about him. You're angry and you're sad.

"I'll be back soon."

Liar.

"I'll see you on the fourteenth."

Liar.

Your heart feels as if it's been ripped out and it stings and it burns. As a doctor, you know it's impossible. But as of right now– you're human and you just lost the man you love.

You're waiting for something. Anything.

Natasha to come back and tell you it's a mistake and that he's alive. Or that Steve will call you, tell you he's stranded somewhere.

Anything that will mean that he isn't dead.

You sat there till the sun rises and yet, nothing comes.

Two days.

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You drown yourself in work after your leave. You're covering the emergency surgeries and the night calls. You rarely go home and you sleep in your office. When you do go home to shower and pack a bunch of clean clothes to bring back to the hospital, you avoid looking at the framed pictures on the wall.

Drowning in work feels different than before. You used to do it so you don't think of Steve and worry about him too much. You knew that he'll come back to you. But now? It's pointless and it's stupid. You're only doing it so you don't have to fully deal with your emotions. Steve's never coming back.

You don't sleep in the master bedroom and you move to the guest room. Steve's side of the wardrobe is left untouch. His clothes are there and you still can't bring yourself to fold them and put it aside.

You don't wear his hoodies and sweatshirts anymore. Technically, all those are yours now. You would've been happy with those news a few months ago. But things change. You don't want to think of him so you avoid anything and everything that has to do with him.

Except for Nat.

She's your angel in disguise. You almost laughed at the irony. Steve probably bacame an angel when he died, didn't he? You won't be surprised if god did pick him to be an angel.

But oh, sweet, Natasha. She helped you. Alot. Helped you slowly collect yourself. Stayed with you at his funeral. A bodiless one. They said there was an explosion and when they got there, there's no sign of the Captain. His shield was stranded, dirty and ownerless. His cowl was half burnt. And your Steve was nowhere to be found.

You met Sam and Bucky. Finally. You couldn't even introduce yourself as Steve's girlfriend. Steve's ex-girlfriend didn't sound appropriate either.

I was Steve's girlfriend.

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14 October 2022

One year. One year since the world lost their first hero. But for you? It's been one year since you lost the love of your life.

The world's mourning Captain America but you can't do it. They didn't know him like you did. They didn't eat tubs of ice cream with him and they didn't spend all night cuddled in his arms. They didn't help him clean up the wounds he got from a mission and they didn't cry as bad as you did when he died.

You took a moment in the washroom, staring at the mirror and your own reflection. You're a mess. It's a crap day and it's the goddamn anniversary of your ex-boyfriend's death. You can't cry. You won't cry.

Today will just be like any other day. You'll spend 8 hours in surgery for a heart transplant and then you have to check up on your patients in the ICU. Yeah. Today's no different than the last 362 days.

You eventually got called down to the emergency room for an emergency cardiac trauma patient. But the on-call doctor, Doctor Barber, said the last time a patient came in was at least an hour ago.

So someone's fucking with you. God, it's really a crap day, huh?

You spun on your heels, deciding to go back up to your office and maybe get a 10 minute power nap. But the emergency room's quiet. Almost too quiet.

You don't believe in ghosts– you're a doctor, for goodness sake. But Steve's standing there, looking at you. You're hallucinating, you're sure.

But when the all the nurses, patients and doctors started whispering and pointing to him, you're not so sure anymore. You blink once. Twice. And thrice. He's still there. And he's not moving.

If he's a ghost, how the fuck is everyone seeing him? You shake off your thoughts.

He's dead. You're only hallucinating because it just happens to be his death anniversary.

You were sure of your theory. Until he started walking. Striding. His steps getting bigger and he's heading in your direction. Wait, can ghosts move?

If ghosts are actually real, you thought that they would've at least float in the air and skate or something. Walking is so... mundane.

But humans. They walk. And they can touch.

The moment he was close enough, Steve's ghost pulled you into his chest.

Wait– ghosts can touch and pull humans?

Then you feel his chest moving against your cheek.

Why do ghosts need to breathe if they're already dead?

You're tense. Your hands are still by your sides and you can't bring it to yourself to move. He feels familiar– the ghost. He feels like your Steve. Big and warm.

Are ghosts supposed to be warm?

"I missed you. Fuck, I missed you so fucking much, angel."

Ghosts... talk?

You're silent and you're confused. Is this your imagination? Why the fuck is everyone staring? They're taking pictures. Of you. And a fucking ghost?

"Sweetheart?"

Two palms cups your face, making you look up at him. It's familiar but it's different. It's been too long since you felt it. The familiar touch of his hands on your face.

How can a ghost make face-holding feels nice?

"It's me." He begs, looking down at you and his eyes waters.

A crying ghost. Wow.

You're staring up at him but you aren't doing anything.

Steve sniffles. He's here. Why aren't you happy to see him? "Angel, please. I'm your Steve. Please." His voice cracks.

You somehow pulled out of your trance, pulling away from the ghost's hold and you turn to Dr. Barber.

"I'm starting to hallucinate alot these days. Jesus." You huff, running a hand through your hair in frustration until you realise Dr. Barber's just looking at you with wide eyes. "What, Andy?"

"Y/n, Captain America just hugged you and you call him a hallucination?"

Wait– if Andy sees him... then... oh my god.

You gasped, palm slapping against your mouth and you turn back to ghost Steve. Your Steve. Alive Steve. Your boyfriend, Steve.

He's alive?

"Stevie?"

He heaves a sigh of relief, immediately taking your hands in his and he presses his lips against your knuckles. "It's me, sweetheart. I swear it's me."

His hair's longer. There's cuts and little bruises on him, his wrist in a cast. And there's a stubble on him.

"But you– how– mission—"

"I'll tell you everything later, okay? But please, I missed you so much, angel."

It's Steve.

Your Steve.

Steve's alive. Oh god.

A muffled cry leaves your lips as your arms wrap around his torso, pulling him in tight and you notice his wince but you didn't let up on your hold. You know everyone's watching.

But it's Steve. Your Steve's alive and he's here.

His arms tightens around you and he leans down so his lips pressed into your hair. "I'm here now, my love. I'm never leaving you again." He murmurs but you heard him loud and clear.

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a little fic inspired by episode 15 from descendants of the sun 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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[strange-dreams-are-made-of-these]

Hi! I'd like to ask for one shot, about supreme strange from what if ...? Well, the reader is a witch and her grandmother (or mom) was coven leaders, but the reader was never a coven. She had the same mice as Wanda, and Dr. Strange Supreme, when he realized her existence, began to observe her and develop a romantic feeling. (after a few days he knew her inside out from hiding) He revealed himself to her and they fought a fight ... where he won, but he didn't take his power, he took a tired and half conscious reader to examine her.

Option 2 is one where Sinister Strange observes the reader (who has died in his universe) through the third eye and is found to have a very eerie power (chaos magic like Wanda) One time, the reader wakes up in another room and is terrified by her appearance your boyfriend. They argue and even fight, but sinister strange wins by absorbing HALF of the reader's power and this weakens her (I have something in my stupid head that the reader draws life from magic and how someone absorbs her power becomes weaker until she may even die) Of course I will understand if you refuse (maybe even a little smut)

Both of these ideas are amazing! Please take this Doctor Supreme Strange as an offering, as I also plan on writing this Sinister Strange story too!!

Can You Feel My Heart

Doctor Supreme Strange detected a powerful witch, one he knows will help him on his quest to save his beloved Christine. But What If... Stephen begins to fall for the one person who could help him achieve his goals?

Pairing: Doctor Supreme Strange x Witch!Reader

Word Count: 3,472

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Stockholm syndrome, stalking, blood

A/N: here is the color I referenced for the readers powers

Her family was powerful, something she had embedded in her brain from a young age. She herself was powerful, coming from a long line of witches, passing their powers down their bloodline, dating as far back as the early fourteenth century. Y/n was expected to join the coven, her grandmother recently passed and gave her daughter the title of leader. This made Y/n the next in line of succession. A position she didn't want to have.

Her powers were strong even as a child. She blew up her playhouse in the backyard in a fit of anger after her brother broke her favorite tea set. Since then her powers have only grown stronger, and unpredictable. Y/n did not want to have to worry about destroying her surroundings when she experienced great emotions, or wonder if she would relax too much and cause an event. She wanted to be normal like her friends at school, an issue she struggled with from childhood and now into her adulthood even after college.

Y/n had been living on her own for a while now, living in a town near her mother's coven. She was being pressured to join them, unite her forces with theirs. They could protect their community from outsiders and invaders. They would never have to worry about food shortages, demand in supplies, or worry about the people they lived with. To the woman, it felt more like a dictatorship. She would not be able to rule and command a town to do what she and the coven deemed necessary. She was beginning to make herself look like an enemy to them.

She had been feeling strange as of late, feeling like she was being followed. In her home, on her way to work, at the grocery store. She was concerned paranoia was getting the best of her, wondering if the coven had been spying on her. Maybe they were planning on taking her back to their place where they practiced their magic and force her to join them. Maybe they were planning on eliminating her. Maybe she was their current enemy.

Whoever, or whatever, had been following her knew exactly how to hide. She could not feel their physical presence around her, but the atmosphere around her had a presence to it. She didn't feel overly threatened, but she certainly didn't welcome it. There was only one thing she could do, face this head-on.

Y/n headed to a clearing in the woods, miles away from her small town. It had been a place where she had practiced her magic before, practicing defensive and offensive magic. Her powers were still uncontrolled in a normal everyday sense, but when it came to battling she trusted herself better. "You're here, I can feel you." She called out, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets, the cool autumn breeze blowing on her face. "I don't know who you are, where you're from, but I will ask you kindly once to leave me alone."

A light sprinkle began to fill the air around her, normal for this time of year. She looked around her, keeping her stance firm on the ground. A voice pierced the silence around her. "And if I don't?" It was low in pitch, almost guttural in tone. It was a mix of human and monster, a disturbing sound to her ears.

She pulled her hands out from her jacket, hues of green-blue orbs encased her palms and fingers. "I'll have to make you leave." She replied, awaiting his next response.

A figure appeared from across for her. A tall person came sulking out from behind a tree, a long cloak manifesting behind him as he turned on his heel, walking out from the shadows and into the light that peered through the trees. "You may be powerful, but not as powerful as the Sorcerer Supreme." His voice was condensing towards the woman. He wasn't bothered that she had prepared herself, using the magic that he had been studying from a distance. He watched as she studied her powers, practicing how to control them. "Come with me peacefully. There is no need for a fight."

The woman shook her head gently, taking in a deep breath. "You are trespassing on the lands on my bloodline. You threaten the peace we have established here for over twenty generations-"

"20 generations, that's impressive."

"Leave now, or face the consequences." Her hands were held out at her sides before she began to float into the air, harvesting the energy around her into her magic.

He shook his head. "I don't think I will. In fact," As he spoke, he began to float in the air, his cloak billowing behind him as he stayed leveled with her. "I'm going to leave here with what I want. My name is Doctor Strange, and I'm here for you." He narrowed his eyebrows, his chin turning down slightly as he glared at her.

The woman wasn't easily scared. She trusted in herself, committed to protecting her town from the man before her. No matter what the cost was. "Over my dead body." Taut in tone, her eyes began to glow, matching the same hue as the powers circling her hands. She brought her hands up, throwing bolts of energy at him.

Stephen's fingers and hands flowed in patterns, putting his hands in front of him as his yellow-orange magic battled her green-blue magic. They circled the clearing around them, their magic sparking as they both battled for control. Stephen was concentrated, his facial expressions relaxed, almost resembling boredom. Y/n's face her contorted, straining to keep her concentration. His magic grew closer and closer to her. Taking in a sharp breath, she swiftly manipulated her fingers and hands, directing their magic towards the sky, an explosion could be heard.

"Stop embarrassing yourself." He replied.

The woman was furious that this man entered her town. He was powerful, she could tell in the way he acted when she tried to fight him. Her arms swirled around her, trying to cast her magic toward him. He effortlessly avoided the attacks she threw his way, flying towards her. With a swift movement of his hands, yellow-orange magic wrapped around her body. In another quick maneuver, he threw her down to the ground.

The woman rolled on her back, landing with her feet planted on the soil, her hand gripping the dirt. She took in another breath, using her energy to fly towards him. She caught him off guard, throwing another bolt of energy at him, causing him to stumble backward in the air. He grunted as his back met a tree. He looked up, seeing Y/n approaching him quickly. Her hands were forming another orb of energy before she was stopped by him. He used his magic, hurtling several assaults on her.

She wasn't strong enough, his attacks striking her one after another. "I never wanted to do this, Y/n. You left me with no options." He called out, casting another attack at her. This time, the blast hit her in the chest, knocking her out of the air, and hitting the ground below her.

The air was knocked out of her chest as she crash-landed. She couldn't recover in time, and Stephen glided down from the air to stand over her. She was laid down on the ground, pushing herself back before her back met a tree. If only she hadn't been so afraid to use her magic, maybe she could have won this battle. She finally was able to breathe again, her hand reaching up to wipe the blood that came from her lips now dripping onto her t-shirt and jacket. "The others will come." She expressed this to him through labored breathing. "They will come and destroy you. This fight will not go undetected."

Stephen smirked, holding one hand out before him. "By the time they do, I'll already have your powers for my own, and they will meet their ends."

The woman looked up at him, feeling the air around her begin to thin out again. Everything behind him had been fuzzy, but she could see his face clearly for the first time. His high cheekbones, the bags under his eyes, the grey hairs growing from his temples. He looked like an angel… an angel of death. She opened her mouth to speak again, but the fog that once surrounded the background roamed to the foreground, everything yet dark and dull. Her senses faded out.

Stephen watched as her eyes closed, her limbs going limp. He could feel that she was still alive, just merely knocked out from the force of her fall. All he had to do was pull her life force, extract her powers from her body and consume it. He stopped down, his fingers now caressing her cheek.

He had been examining her for a long time now. He was on a quest to become the most powerful being in the universe, stronger than the celestials. He harvested the powers of many of them on his quest, but it hadn't been enough. He detected her powers from the Library of Cagliostro, a place he had been studying time theory and how to manipulate it. Her powers were beyond her, and they could help him achieve what he wanted most. That was before he learned more about her.

Y/n reminded him a lot of himself, before the accident. She felt comfortable with what she knew. She didn't need others to rely on her for support or attachment. She had the opportunity to become the leader of her coven, and she wasted the chance of growing her powers and using such a position. She could be powerful, she could rule over whatever she wanted. He watched her as she lived her life, doing normal mundane things that he grew bored of. It was her fear that drew him to her, but it was her willingness to face her fears that made him choose her.

He picked her up in his arms, her head rocking back as he carried her through a portal he conjured. Once back at the library, he closed the portal. He had taken them to the room he stayed in, setting her down on the bed as he observed her. Once settled, he moved her arm that was dangling off the bed onto her abdomen. Maybe there was a way to learn her form of magic without having to take her life.

--

Y/n woke up several hours later. She had been in a room unknown to her. A breeze rushed through a window, or at least a space a window would have been. She sat up slowly, seeing books upon books upon bookcases filled with books. She tried moving her hands, finding her attempts have failed. Her hands were bound together with the all too familiar yellow-orange magic. She huffed, sitting up in the bed. At least she hadn't been pinned down to the bed, or her feet bound together. "That took less time than I thought."

Y/n looked up to the doorway, seeing the man she had battled leaning within the frame. He was different now, dressed in a suit, still wearing his dark red and purple cloak. "Where the hell am I," She asked through gritted teeth. She needed to know her family was safe back home, that her actions didn't completely destroy the town.

He waved his finger side to side, walking away from the door frame as he straightened his posture. "It's rude to curse in libraries." He commented before walking over to the side table. He waved his hands over it, conjuring a plate of food and two cups of tea. "You should eat something. You fought pretty hard today."

The woman looked up at him as he crossed the room, approaching the side of the bed she had been laying in. She placed her feet on the ground, seeing her boots had now been missing. She held her hands out in front of her, looking down as she examined the magic surrounding them. She never saw such intricate details in spells before, only smoke and whisps.

He observed her, watching her eyes as they examined her wrists. "You're magic and my magic is very different."

"Clearly." She stated, lowering her hands into her lap and she looked up at him, eyebrows narrowed.

Stephen nodded, putting his hands into his pockets. "You're magic has so much potential. You have no idea what your limits are because you hold yourself back."

The woman stood up, maintaining their eye contact. "I'm dangerous. I nearly killed my brother when I was three because of what I am. It's too dangerous to use as freely as you do, whatever you call this." She brought her hands up in front of her face, her hands balled into fists.

He looked at her as she approached him, daring to stand toe-to-toe with him. It was the spark of her passion he admired the most. "I've been watching you for nearly half a year now. You live in the shadows, afraid to open yourself up to your potential. I can help you break free from your fears. I can help you reach your potential, test your limits."

She lowered her hands, the venom in her eyes seeping into his. How icy blue his eyes were, how cold his demeanor was. "You're a fool, Doctor Strange."

Strange smirked, walking away from her before turning to the door. "I'm your only way out of this place. If you ever want to see the rain-soaked pitiful town you call home, you'll meet with me in the grand library. I'll find I've hung new clothes for you on the back of the door. I'd hate to clean blood from the floor." As he left the room, he waved his hand making the door close behind him. The magic that circled her hands disappeared. She rubbed her wrists, feeling sore still from the battle earlier. Her gaze caught the outfit he told her about, something that caught her off guard. It was clothes she recognized from her closet, a simple form-fitting black t-shirt, green dress pants, and a white cardigan she remembered hanging off the back of her bathroom door. Who was this Doctor Strange, and why did he want to help her reach her potential?

--

An hour or so had passed before she found her way to the library that he mentioned before. She made her way into the large room, seeing endless rows upon rows of bookcases. There had to be millions, if not billions of books held within those four walls. She reluctantly joined him as he requested, fighting every thought she had to find her own way out. This place did not feel real, it felt otherworldly. She was his prisoner in her eyes. In his eyes, he was her host.

Stephen turned around from where he had been standing at a table with about five or so books spread out on various different pages. "Splendid, now we have a party."

"Actually, two's a company. A party is ten or more people." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest, and leaning back slightly.

He hummed at her response, licking his lips before speaking. "I'll try to make this as easy as possible, I'm sure you have some questions for me." He leaned back against the table, his hands gripping the side of it.

She scoffed looking at him. "That's an understatement." Where should she have started? How did he find her? Why did he single her out compared to the seasoned witches of her mother's coven? What set her apart? "You followed me for six months? Please tell me you never spied on me in the shower."

"A little odd to ask first, not going to lie," he responded. He had actually spied on you in your vulnerable moments, and he knew lying would not get them very far. "Yes, I have. Though not intentionally. I have noticed you become more entuned to your magic when you are exposed to the four basic elements; water, earth, fire, and air."

The woman felt the sensation of her skin crawling, hearing how he has seen her before. All of her. It was nothing she could change, and she knew better than to lean into her urge to slap him. He was much more powerful than her, he nearly killed her within minutes. She exhaled deeply before speaking again. "Why me? Why not any of the others?"

He nodded towards her, this was a great question, one he was all too eager to answer. "Your powers are stronger than all of those combined in your coven."

"I'm not a part of their coven." She hastily responded.

He held his hands up at his sides. "Their coven."

Y/n could not believe him. The claim was ridiculous to her. They mastered their craft, they had years more experience than her. "If I am, as you say stronger than them, how did you discover that? Did you follow them around?"

Stephen shook his head. "I could feel your magic from within this library. You are very powerful, it takes an incredible amount of magic to be acknowledged. I had to find the source, which led me to you."

She eyes him, then the books behind him. "Did you get that line from one of those books, or are you that cheesy?"

Stephen wasn't used to somebody matching his coyness. It was a nice change of pace. "I've had my fair share of terrible lines." Stephen walked away from the table, unbuttoning the top button of the dress shirt of his Armani suit.

She uncrossed her arms as he began to approach her, wondering what he was going to do next. They eyed each other before Stephen waved his hand, a red ring appearing on the floor. "Let's start with the basics, shall we?"

--

Time in the Library of Cagliostro seemed to be frozen. Y/n did not know what day it was, or if weeks or months had passed. In a place where there was nothing to do but study, time was an odd subject. The woman and Stephen had been toeing an odd line, one of prisoner and host to student and teacher. They were learning a lot from each other, most importantly, Y/n bloomed in her powers. The two were battling again, Y/n harnessing her emotions deeply within herself. Stephen taught her how to control her fear, using it as an anchor to her magic.

Stephen landed on the ground with a thud as Y/n used several different approaches to knock him out of the air. She landed above him, her feet on either side of his hips, her hands glowing the green-blue powers she possessed, threatening to harm him. She let go of the breath she held in her lungs, the orbs diminishing from her hands at the same time her eyes stopped glowing. Stephen released the magic he had built up in his hands, yellow and orange sparks discharging from his fingertips. She held her arm out to him, offering to help him up.

Stephen breathed heavily, looking up at her hand. He reached up, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down towards him. She straddled him as he pulled her down on top of him, the two people staring each other in the eyes, what could be seen of them. Stephen never felt this way before, not even with Christine. She had been the whole reason why he retreated to the library, to go back in time and save her. But now…

"Don't tell me you're sour because I won this round," Y/n spoke in a singsong-like voice. She looked down at Stephen, the only other soul she had spent day in and day out with for a long time now.

He shook his head, his lips parting. "You are everything that I was wanting with Christine." He had mentioned his plans to you before, deciding not to keep secrets from you. "I would be an idiot if I didn't tell you-"

Y/n looked at him, slightly puzzled. "tell me what?"

Stephen couldn't bring himself to say the words. All he could do was pull her closer to him, meeting her halfway and crushing his lips onto hers. She crashed down onto him, her back arched slightly as he sat up slightly to kiss her, one of his hands caught in her hair.

She broke the kiss, her nose touching the tip of his nose. Her eyes remained closed, waiting with bated breath to hear what he wanted to say, though, with his actions, she had a feeling about what he wanted to say. "Don't speak." She whispered before closing the gap again, pressing another kiss to his lips.

[anime-kia]

Choices (Part 1)

Oop, another Dadmonger fic. You guys know I love these :)

I was inspired by a video I saw on Twitter and the idea came to my head. At first I felt like this would be really fitting for Adonis Creed, but I'm writing for Erik so yeah.

Enjoy!

No warnings. (Don't worry, I'll be writing more smut in the future)

Relationship: Father Erik x Mother Reader

"If you have any concerns, please don't hesitate to call. If you notice anything odd, record it and tell me right away." Your Doctor, Jennifer Kalu says, tossing the used pair of gloves in the garbage.

You thanked her, and left, finally able to see who just sent a text to your phone. Looking at the phone, you weren't surprised to see your ex's name pop up on the screen.

Erik: U home?

You: Why does it matter?

Erik: Zay forgot his key

Your eyebrows furrowed as you read his text. 

What did that have to do with anything? Isiah isn't even suppose to be home.

So you did something that you know you would regret, and dialled up Erik.

"Yo?" He answered, in the background you could hear the sound of a ball slamming against the ground.

"What are you talking about, Erik?" You got into your car, and turned it on so your call could switch to the bluetooth. "Why is he home?"

"I picked him up from school. They said you wasn't answering your phone, so they called me."

"They? You mean the school?" You could already feel your blood pressure rising.

"Yeah. How far are you? I gotta go to work soon."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." With a frustrated sigh, you pull out of the parking lot and head towards your home. 

Before you pulled into your driveway, you noticed Erik and Isiah playing basketball in your driveway, shooting the ball into the net that was hung up above your garage. It was a gift that Erik had bought him for his fourteenth birthday two months ago. They step aside and let you drive into the garage. 

You get out with an irritated look on your face, Erik taking the hint to leave. "Aight, see ya on Friday, Zay." He pats his son on the head, admiring his mini dreads. "Bye, (y/n)."

"Later, pops." Isiah replies with a meek expression. He tugs on the sleeves of his grey Nike sweater, a nervous habit he developed that went unnoticed by you, but not by Erik. 

"Inside, now." You pull his arm towards the front door, ignoring Erik. It was quite funny to see you dragging your son who was already three inches taller than you. 

"Okay Mom, chill. You're gonna make me scuff my Air Forces." He tries to keep up with your quick pace, almost tripping a few times.

You release Isiah and grab your house keys out of your purse, "I don't give a damn about your shoes." You unlock the door and allow him to step inside first. After freeing your feet from the confines of your red stilettos, you ask with arms folded over your chest, "So why the hell did your father pick you up? Because last time I checked, the bus driver is the one who drives you home. And you're not suppose to be home for another three hours." 

The whole time he was hiding his face, but he finally stood up to look you directly in the face. He looked just like his father, only he had your nose and a bruise underneath his left eye. 

"A fight, Isiah! Are you kidding me?!" You shout, rushing over to inspect the damage. You grab his face in your hands and pull him closer, "What were you thinking?!" Your finger pokes at the bruise and he flinches back. 

"Ouch, don't touch it, Mom!"He slings the hood on his sweater over his head. 

You huff and walk into the kitchen, him following behind with no question because he knew he was no where near off the hook with you. Though you were mad, you still cared for your son as if he was still an infant. 

"So this is what you're doing at school? Fighting?" You grab an ice pack out of the freezer and hand it to him.

"But he sai-"

"I don't care what he said, Isiah!" You harshly lock the fridge. "You're embarrassing me and you're embarrassing your father! Do you even understand how this looks to those people?"

He sits on the bar stool, staring down onto the granite island countertop.  

"You're attending a prestigious private school! And why? To fight?" 

He gave the answer to you with a mumble. 

"What?"

He moves his hand from his mouth, "No, ma'am."

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." You waited for him to lift his head, before asking again, "Then why are you going there?"

"Because I'm smart." He responds in a monotone voice.

"So why are you fighting?" You stare at him dead in the eyes. The pouty-defeated look on his face is identical to Erik's.

"Because that white boy said ion belong there. He made fun of the way I speak, my hair and he said I ain't smart enough to be there and that black folk don't belong in this city. Well.. He didn't say black folk."

 You sighed, remembering what it was like for you and Erik back at MIT, "Look baby, that's no reason to fight someone." You tried to calm down, remembering the doctor had told you to take it easy. 

"But he insulted us!" Your son's face contorted into anger. 

"That doesn't make it okay to fight someone!" You rubbed your forehead, "What if your school didn't call your father or me? What if they called the police instead? Huh, Isiah?"

He looked back down onto the countertop.

"You are a black male, living in America." You jabbed your finger on the table, not missing a beat. "What if they tazed you, put cuffs on you, threw you in the back of their car or in a damn jail cell? How would you feel then?! How would I feel, how would your dad feel?!" Suddenly, your anger grew again.

Isiah couldn't respond, tugging a little harder on his sleeves. 

"Or is he okay with this? Did he tell you it's okay to put your hands on someone?" You suddenly ask, making Isiah's ear perk up. "...Well?"

He shook his head.

"So I still don't understand. After all these years, I specifically told you to never put your hands on anyone. Ever! But you still went and did it..."

The conversation felt as if it were going no where, with the lack of response from your son's end. Maybe Erik could get through to him, it did always seem like he took to his father more than he did with you. You were the strict parent and Erik was the laid back, cool dad.

"You know what, I want you to talk to your father about this later. What time does he finish work?"

"I think around seven." He slid out of the chair and picked up his school bag.

"Great." You watched him walk towards the stairs, "And don't even think about going on your game system." 

He visibly deflated, "Yes ma'am."

There were more things that you would take away from him, but for now, you had to get started on dinner and destress. Your doctors appointment had you very tense earlier and this situation was not helping. Your son was suspended, and you had to talk to your ex later on. 

It was around eight p.m. and Isiah and yourself had just finished eating dinner. This gave Erik more than enough time to have settled in from work.

"Whoa, baby mama, you really calling me at night?" He quips.

You roll your eyes, "Talk to your son, please. He's not listening to me, you're his dad so your words will get through to him." 

"Aight..." 

You handed the phone to Isiah, allowing him to go into the other room while you loaded the dishwasher. Of course you tried to listen in on some of the conversation. 

"Hello? ...Hey, pops... I'm aight... For two weeks... Two months..." So far you could tell they were talking about his suspension and grounding. "...Don't swing unless it's to protect yourself or mama... Cuz he said some disrespectful shit!" 

"Isiah!" You yelled.

"Sorry, ma." He apologized, not realizing you were listening in. 

Another thing, Erik and Isiah were like best friends. They had more of a friendship than a father-son relationship. He could talk about absolutely anything with Erik, whether it be about a girl he had a crush on to his personal problems. "...They was doing some survey in class and his bit- I mean, he saw my paper and told the whole class y'all was split up... But that ain't cool, pops... Aight... I know, it's the only thing that calms me down... Okay, goodnight. Love you too." He walked back into the kitchen placing the phone into your hands, "He wanna talk to you. I'm gonna finish my homework, goodnight Mom." He placed a kiss on your cheek and went upstairs.

"Goodnight, baby." You said, placing the phone back to your ear.

"Hold up, I ain't done talking yet." Erik said, humour in his tone.

"I was talking to my son, Erik." 

"Our son." He adds.

"Yeah, yeah whatever... So what did he tell you?"

"The colonizer's kid made fun of him cuz we ain't together." 

"That shouldn't have riled him up." You narrowed your eyes and sat down on the bar stool, "We been split for a few years now, why all of a sudden this is the issue?" 

Erik chuckled, "Zay don't tell you shit, does he?" 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"He's hasn't gotten use to this, (y/n). He feels responsible for us not working out. You know how long it took me to convince that boy it wasn't his fault?" 

You covered your mouth with a hand, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Cuz you didn't want to hear anything coming from me, remember? He don't wanna talk about things like that with you cuz you stay getting mad at him." Erik sighed, "Realize this is my son too. You dealing with half of me and half of you. That means anger issues, stubbornness, all of that shit."

This time you felt like Isiah, speechless. 

"Just listen to him sometimes, baby. He's a strong kid, but he got emotions too. Let him blow steam off sometimes, let him play ball, that's the best thing to get him to chill out." Makes sense, even though Isiah was hiding his face when you arrived in the driveway, you could tell he was upset.

But speaking of...

"Okay." With a deep sigh, you finally felt somewhat ready to talk to Erik about a pressing matter... "Um, Erik?"

"Wassup?" 

"Remember when you came over about two months ago?" 

About two months ago, you and Erik got into a heated argument about your new (and now ex) boyfriend, Darren. He was very kind, and a timid man. Isiah always reported to Erik whenever you got a new boyfriend and in someway the two of them would ruin it. 

Erik would either pop by your house "randomly" with flowers in hand and condoms poking out of his pocket on purpose. Or your son would ask, "When is pops coming home?" Something to screw you up and you hated it. 

So that same night, Erik ended up showing you exactly why no man deserved to be with you, unless it was him.

"Yeah." He chuckled, "When I was up in them guts?" 

You roll your eyes, "Well..."

"Well what, you want round five?" The damn cockiness in his voice made you want to hang up the phone right then and there, but this was serious. 

"No, you pig!" You groaned.

"So wassup then, baby mama?"

"Yourdumbassgotmepregnantagain!" You spoke so quickly it was almost as if it were one word.

All that you could hear was a gasp, "Hold up... What?" 

"I. Am. Pregnant. Again!" You emphasized every word with an annoyed tone. "And it's your fault."

The line went very silent for a good minute, you weren't even sure what Erik was doing at this point.

"Hello, Erik?"

"Got damn, number two?!" He was celebrating on the other line, "Don't worry baby mama, I'm gonna take real good care of you. Don't even worry about Zay, imma handle him if he acts out. You just need to relax, all that stressing you been doing ain't good for my kid."

Of course his stupid ass was happy...

"I don't need your hel-" 

"Oh yes you do, you can barely handle Zay alone. I got you, ma." 

Something made you wonder if this was intentional because this definitely wasn't the first time you and Erik had sex while being split...

"...Erik? You did this on purpose didn't you?"

"What? Nah..." You could hear the humour in his voice. 

Just when you thought you had four more years to get rid of him, you're stuck with him for another eighteen years...

"Fuck." You face palm yourself, hanging up the phone. I have to start making better choices...

Okay so this story MIGHT have a part two, I cannot promise that to you guys. It was really just a quick random idea that came into my head. I know it seemed like it fell off and went into a completely different story, but I like to make my stories unique and I've read something somewhat similar to what I've wrote. 

There is potential for another part, BUT! I don't know yet!

Thanks for reading!

(Start/Finish: January 18, 2019)

[ally22042000]

Linked by fate

Shifting

Werewolf AU

Fluff, Angst

OT7 x Reader

Pack Alpha: Namjoon Alpha: Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook Beta: Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung Omega: Y/N

Wordcount: 1.7K

Commenting and rebloging is always appreciated.

A/N: Hey, guys. I hope you are going to like this chapter. I was thinking about creating little mood boards, so you have an overview of their fur colour, etcetera. Let me know what you think about that. -Ally

It was in elementary when your animal instincts slowly started to make their appearances. While the position a wolf had was clear from birth, their natural behaviours didn’t start to show until later into their upbringings. Unhurriedly the process begins during childhood and steadily takes over more of their senses. The stronger instincts like the alpha’s power to force others to follow any of their command or heats and ruts, didn’t begin until the late teenage years. To ensure the safety of everyone and the capability for beta and omega parents to raise alpha children.

Another feature that slowly starts is the ability to turn into your wolf form. Namjoon was the first of our pack to shift. The calling to protect his younger to strong. It took over his body and made him show his true power as the pack alpha he was born to be. His parents were immensely proud, thankful that he wasn’t a late shifter. Wolfs that didn’t turn before their fourteenth birthday were often frowned upon and seen as a lacking member of the clan.

Next in line was Hobi. He had always had a strong connection to his basic instincts. Having been trained to fight from a young age and coming from a strong lineage of worriers, nobody was surprise that he shifted shortly after he turned nine. Since than he often favoured to walk around in is furred form. It felt more like himself, is what he said whenever someone asked.

Jungkook shift was a surprise to everyone. It was rare for someone, who didn’t come from a strong blood line to turn before their tenth birthday but like always the golden boy defeated any standards and turned on his eight birthday. All of you had gathered in his small living room. With his parents both being omegas they weren’t able to afford much. Most jobs, especially the ones who help authority, where given to alphas or betas. Omegas were regarded as to much of a push over to stand their ground when needed. That lead to them having a smaller income than the other to wolf species. But disregarding the financial consequences and the fact they wouldn’t be able to have a child with each other, they stayed together; their love too strong to break. Considering the impossibility of them having a child together, Jungkook knew from a young age, that he was adopted. A fact that never bothered him. Something his parents were eternally grateful for.

His mother brought in the cake and set it down in front of the little boy. Everyone around him was singing, while he closed his eyes and made a wish. Desiring that this moment would never fade, him surrounded by the people he cared deeply for. Everyone healthy and a smile painting their lips while they celebrated his birthday. He filled his lungs with air and looked at the eight little flames in front of him. But instead of the sound of rushing air and cheering, the ripping of cloth was heard, and a little black wolf was sat on the stool in lieu.

The room went silent everyone staring at the puppy with the big eyes. Slowly similes formed on their faces, happy that a new wolf found its fur. Cheers and clapping filled the room. Congratulations came flying Jungkook’s way, little hands stretching and shoving to touch his fur. His father returning with a camera and capturing the scene. His mother wiping away a stray tear of happiness. Glad she was able to witness that new chapter in her son’s live. Meanwhile Jin watched the situation from his chair unmoving and having eyes for one thing and one thing only: “Yeah, that’s really great but can we eat cake now.”

Jin and Tae funnily shifted at the same time. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and all of you with the exception of Namjoon and Hoseok, who were attending a pack meeting in request of their parents, were playing in Yoongi’s backyard. Both his parents were gone one a hunting trip for a few days, like they often were, leaving Yoongi and his brother on their own. The beta was in his wolf form, having turned a few weeks ago while turning on the shower and the water having been too cold. His brown fur with a read hint feeling silky as you braided it. When you stared, he let out a little huff, showing annoyance at your antics, but being too lazy to move he let you do your thing. You smirked to yourself, knowing that he actually enjoyed the feeling of your finger running through his fur.

Jimin and Jungkook were training on one side of the huge yard. Both of them started taking a liking to taekwondo. Meanwhile the other two troublemakers were playing a game of badminton on the other side of the field. A loud yell was heard, when Jin lost another point to the younger, the wind’s fault of course.

After two more failed attempts the oldest threw down his racked in anger and started chasing the dark haired. Laughter filled the air as Tae took off. The feel of the chase awoke something primal in Jin and before he knew it a new sensation washed over his skin and he suddenly chased Tae on four legs instead of the usual two. The youngers instincts were triggered by the older wolf chasing him and his own first shift took place. Tae had a soft looking, sand coloured fur, while Jin was another brown one but with more of an ashy touch.

The rest of the afternoon the both of them explored their new ability alongside Jungkook. Jimin had taken residency behind you, back hugging you while watching the others. Although you couldn’t see his face, you felt the wave of sadness that washed over him. The both of you were the only ones who hadn’t turned yet. You were only twelve so you still had enough time before it would be considered abnormal, but the pressure lingered.

Jimin didn’t turn until he was seventeen, a fact which cost him a lot of fights with his parents and multiple appointments with his doctor. Countless nights spent in your bed, crying into your pillow, screaming because of the pain this was causing him. With him being the alpha, he was expected to be this strong wolf that no one stood a chance against, but here he was not able to do the simplest thing known to your beings.

When he did turn his wolf was coated in a beautiful fur of the purest white you had ever laid eyes upon. His animal form as elegant as his human. His parents were proud and from there perspective Jimin’s flaw had faded just like their problems, but in reality, their relationship never went back to the way it was. He wasn’t the kid that ran home from school because he missed his mother anymore. Or the one that would tremble on his feet at his first dance performance, until he saw his fathers encouraging smile, which could wash away any problem, and let him be the beautiful swan he was.

You had turned a day after Jimin, had cried yourself to sleep the night before at the fact that you were the only one of your group that hadn’t turned yet. You were happy for Jimin when he called you and told you about the great news; genuinely. But the fear and self-hatred crawled up on you at night. Reminding you of your duty, as an omega and as a wolf, to your pack and your incapability of living up to it.

The following day you felt nauseous and empty, but still your parents forced you to attend school. As a senior it was important to be present as often as possible and to learn until your brain smoked to insure you could attend the collage of your choosing. You made it to two lessons, before the sick feeling in your stomach won the upper hand and you ran to the bathroom. Having arrived at the stall and preparing yourself to let out your small breakfast, a warmth like never before overcame you. You let out a pained breath as you felt your body expand and your cloth rip. And then you stood there, grey fur covering your body as you saw yourself in the bathroom mirror.

Your ears flexed at every sound that could be heard from outside. The footsteps of a person running somewhere; probably late for class. The uncomfortable squeaking of a chalk on a black board. Then a waft of a delicious smell slipped through the opening beneath the door. The cafeteria ladies had started cooking lunch. Hamburgers and fries how it seemed. And then you could smell a familiar scent, one that you would be able to pick up anywhere. Clumsily you were able to open the door with your bowl sized paws. You hurried down the hallway, slipping a few times on the freshly cleaned tiles.

You almost ran Namjoon over when you saw him. Standing before his locker, he was grabbing a history book for his next lesson, when you bumped into him. At first, he was simply shocked, pondering why a stranger would run into him like that. But then he picked up on your sent slowly, his olfactory sense not having fully developed yet, it took him awhile to realise who was standing in front of him.

A lazy grin covered his face as realisation hit him. Slowly he got down on his knees and warped his arms around your neck: “Hello my pretty omega, welcome to your true form.”

The others were ecstatic when they heard the good news. Happy that all of their group members had been blessed with the ability to shift, knowing of the horrific outcome the situation could have had, had you not turned before your eighteenth birthday. When every wolf was fully developed, and alphas gained the capability of forming their pack and gifting their mark.

Your pack was safe, healthy, and happy, and that was all that concerned you for now.

[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

Dance For All We’ve Been Through

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 1,771

Warnings: None

Summary: To stop a meteor hitting a small planet, the Doctor creates an elaborate plan involving a planet wide dance competition to stop it.

Request: I read in your tags that you were feeling fluff and I love how you write 11! Could you do 44 fluff with 11 please? and maybe with the Ponds there too? Prompt: “You’re an idiot” / “But I’m your idiot”

A/N: I don’t know what this is, I’m so sorry. This came from discussing Rick and Morty after a rehearsal in which there was a dance off.

The plan was bizarre – straight up weird, and, if it was anyone besides the Doctor, you would have had no faith that it would work.

Rory had finished drawing up a scaled version of the planet you were currently standing on. The planet was small - Pluto small, and a part of you wanted to cradle the drawing in your hands.

"How's this?" He asked, looking to Amy, then to you.

"It's good," you said, then, more of an aside. "I didn't know you could draw."

"We made him design all our aliens as kids,” Amy commented, and she leaned over Rory to get a better look at the map. "Where's the meteor supposed to hit?"

You had forgotten his name, but the president of the planet; a stocky man with a receding hairline, his purple face red from stress, hissed. "Don't say that so loud. If people know, it will cause a panic."

You groaned. "We've been through this. If we can't tell people, if we can't even tell your government-"

"We are not telling the government," he spat. He straightened, and you noticed his skin going back to a pale shade of purple. "My people are a fragile sort."

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to stifle your groan of frustration. He really wasn't making it easy.

The Doctor then ran into the room, and you almost cheered. The timing was perfect. You wouldn’t have to deal with the president now, the Doctor could. He would listen to the Doctor, everyone listened to the Doctor.

He came in to the sound of bells clattering against each-other, and you noticed that there actually were bells, draped over him like a sleigh bells. In fact, his whole body was decorated with an assortment of tinsel and lights. He looked like he was cosplaying a Christmas tree. "Almost done setting up the stage," he said. "How are we going in here?"

He was a strange dichotomy. In any other situation, you could image he would be grinning gleefully. The lights, the tinsel, the stage, the music, even, it was all up the Doctor's alley. Minus the planet destroying meteor.

His mouth, however, was pulled into a grim line.

It was the only clue you had that the Doctor was worried, too.

"Where's the meteor hitting?" Amy asked, with a slight pinch in her lips. She had noticed then, too.

"Oh it shouldn't be a problem," The Doctor waved to her, and his face morphed into a grin, which, by now, after all the times you had seen him do it, you knew wasn’t genuine. "All we need to do is move the planet by an inch or so, the meteor should fly right past."

“All we need,” the Doctor straightened and pointed to the three of you. “Is a dance move.”

“Ah,” you stared at your friends, who mirrored your blank expression.

Amy chewed her lip. “The macarena?”

You brightened. “Oh! That would be easy to teach everyone, it’s a classic!”

The Doctor physically slumped. “The macarena? Anyone can do the macarena,” he bumbled into the table, jingling away like a cheesy Christmas carol – which, why did you keep making Christmas metaphors – and came to your side.  He leaned over you, studying the map.

He was close, you could feel some of the tinsel brush against your shoulder. He traced his finger along the edge of the planet, and in doing so he inadvertently moved further into your space. It was… warm. Safe. “If we sink the planet down – essentially, that’s not what we’re actually doing, the meteor-“

The president hissed.

The Doctor ignored him. “-Should just fly overhead. It means we need a dance move with extra oomph, where everyone dances…” he trailed off, turning to you. “Together.”

The Doctors eyes were so close to yours, you could see little flecks of gold in the green of his irises – something you had never noticed before.

From the side, you thought you heard someone – Amy, say something about pushing someone together to kiss.

You heard Rory say something else, something about being against the rules of the bet.

You decided to ignore them both. There were more pressing matters anyway

“So a partnered dance?” You said.

“Hang on,” Rory said. “Dancing – why are we dancing?”

“Oh,” The Doctor clapped his hands. “I love this part.”

“The explaining why you’re oh so very clever part?” Amy supplied.

“Exactly,” The Doctor said. He brushed his hands across the map. “Now, because Mr. Mean Purple Man-”

“President Button,” the president huffed.

“-Won’t let us tell the public the danger, which, judging by how your bodies can spontaneously combust under mass stress, isn’t a bad idea, it means we need a discreet way of solving the issue.”

“So… dancing?” Rory said.

“Dancing,” The Doctor said. “You see, it’s experimental, but, if everyone were to jump at the same time, whilst we’re all in the air, the planet should move an inch or so, just from the sheer force of conflict against the planets gravity. Then, it’s tricky, because, when we land, it will either move the planet another inch or…”

“Or?” The president said.

“Or move the planet back.”

“Oh,” you said, dejectedly. The planet moving back would be bad. Very bad.

You tried to think of an idea. What would make the planet move. “Wait,” you said, forming an idea. “So if two people are holding each other when they jump, shouldn’t they be able to jump higher? It’s got to do with momentum, right?”

“Correctumndo Y/L/N!” The Doctor beamed at you. “And we need to make sure everyone jumps in appropriately…” The Doctor stared at his plans. “37 minutes. Easy.”

Which was how, half an hour later, you ended up standing on a stage in a broadcast directed to the entire planet.

The dance wasn’t too difficult, all things considered. It was, however, ridiculous.

It had all the traits that made the Doctor… outlandishly goofy. There was a move that involve the Doctors strange giraffe arms - which he delighted in making you do, and a twirl that involved the two of jumping together, holding each-others forearms. If it were any other saturation, you would have felt self-conscious, hell, you would have felt downright absurd.

You laughed lightly when he demonstrated the wavey arm giraffe move again. He was brilliant, but he was also such an idiot. You paused for a moment, watching as he addressed the camera.

He was wonderful.

Standing on the stage, in front of all those cameras, talking to millions of people, felt so strange. The bright TV lights blared down on you. They were hot, and, after demonstrating the dance a couple of times, you could feel a sheen of sweat form on your brow.

The Doctor checked his watch. He looked to you, his expression grim. You didn’t have much time now.

“Alright,” you said, addressing the camera’s. “To win the competition, you must do the dance in time with us,” you said. “It what we humans,” you gestured to the Doctor, who was completely not human. “Value above all else in dance.”

Also a lie.

Amy grinned at you from behind the camera. She gave you an encouraging thumbs up.

“We’ll dance with you,” you continued. “And, whoever has the best timing, will win!”

You had no idea if you were convincing, but it was the best you could do.

So you danced.

It was, honestly, a blur. The only thing you could concentrate on was on the Doctor. The way his arms held you as you moved, the way his eyes shone when he twirled you under the lights.

Finally, finally, as Rory called out time, you both jumped into the air, clutching each other as you did so. In the corner of your eye, you saw the crew, Amy and Rory, even the President, jump into the air, and…

It was incredible.

It was like you could hear it. The entire population move as one, the planet shifting underneath your feet. You wanted to close your eyes, hold your breath, in case the meteor did come and all of you were brutally killed in an instant.

But you didn’t, you couldn’t look away. Because the Doctor was right in front of you, looking at you so sure, so positive that this would work out. He looked at you like you were brighter than the lights shining above you.

Then, you landed.

And nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

A loud cheer erupted over the room, and you couldn’t help joining in.

Here was this man, with his ridiculous, mad plan.

And it had worked.

After everything, when the four of you had wandered back to the TARDIS, and the President had thanked you for the fourteenth time, the Doctor took your hand. "Well then, I'd say that was another success. Where to next? I know a planet that makes amazing ice cream."

Amy laughed. "That dance was ridiculous, it was worse than my wedding."

"Oi, I’ll have you know that I've won dance offs with that move," he did an awkward wave, which was only made worse since you didn't join in, so it stopped rather sadly by your hand.

You laughed brightly. “You’re an idiot.”

The Doctor grinned at you. "Yes, but I am your idiot.”

You paused, doing a double take. Did he just-

"Oh," the Doctor paled as three pairs of stunned eyes stared at him. "Did I say that out loud?"

You processed what he had said. That he was.. well, yours. That was… well, that was amazing, really.

You squeezed his hand. "Good," you said. "I can't very well have you running off and being an idiot on your own."

Rory stared at you blankly. There was a beat, then he spoke. "Did - did you two just become a couple?" He brightened. "Did I just win the bet?"

There was a thump and Rory doubled over, clutching his stomach. He hissed out Amy's name, and, when you turned to face her, she was standing there with large, doe eyes, completely oblivious to her husband. She looked the picture of innocence.

You didn't believe her for a second.

You stood on your tip toes and placed a delicate kiss on the Doctors cheek. His blush reached the tips of his ears. "Take me on a date and we'll see," you said, enveloped in a ball of confidence. "Space boy." You squeezed his hand and winked at Amy, before stepping into the TARDIS.

From the outside, you thought you heard someone cheer.

It put a small smile on your face.

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

No more games

Warnings: Angst

Y/n was crying in front of The Doctor. The Toy Maker was watching with a huge grin on his face. Donna was confused of why The Doctor hadn’t seemed like he wanted to see an old friend. “Do you really think you could trick me again? After what happened last time?” The Doctor asked them as Donna now asked what had happened last time

“They helped him. They took advantage of my kindness and then backstabbed me” The Doctor explains, which makes Donna mad at them. “Why would you do that?!” She asked as she turns to face them. “Tell em why’d you did it Y/n” The Toy Master said with glee

They didn’t respond; they genuinely felt bad for what they’ve done. Many years they were able to get better, and they had. But they knew The Doctor would never believe them. “The Toy Maker threatened people very close to me. I had to join in on his game to make sure my family were to stay alive” they explained

The Toy Maker frowns; “Their lying! I didn’t threaten your family! You joined out of wanting to be apart of the game! I can’t believe you’d lie again!” Y/n was angry now, and wanted nothing more than this man to be dead

The Doctor didn’t know who to believe now. Neither of the two were trustworthy, but he decided that the Toy Maker was telling the truth. “I believe you” The Doctor says, which makes their face go blank. “Good! And I can assure you that they will be forever by my side, since you can never find someone as loyal as Y/n”

Y/n looks at The Doctor now as they now sat down. They sat crisscrossed as he watches them intently. “Fuck you guys. The gaslighter and the time lord” their hands were planted onto their face as the Toy Maker was in shock. The Doctor was more confused by them saying that, since if they were still on the Toy Maker’s side, they wouldn’t have said that

“Pardon me? You’re supposed to be on my side” the Toy Maker said, which makes them stand up. They looked at him with anger in them. “I’d rather be buried alive than spend more time with an asshole like you!” They snapped as they grabbed something out of their pocket

It was their own sonic screwdriver that they made. The Doctor was shocked, and so was Donna. “So how about we play a one last game?” They asked him. “I’m assuming you’d want your freedom if you win” he says, which makes them nod their head. “Very well” he walks towards them instead of standing by the edge of the rooftop

“Choose your poison” he looks them in their eye as The Doctor approaches them. Once The Doctor stood next to them, Y/n and The Toy Maker look at him. “Excuse me, but you cannot help them” the Toy Maker says as he kept looking at The Doctor

“Oh, but shouldn’t I?” The Doctor asked him. The Doctor looks at Y/n for a second, who had a slight smile on their teary face. They looked back at the Toy Master, who was still looking at The Doctor. “But why would you? After all, they don’t like you” Y/n uses their sonic screwdriver on The Toy Maker

The Toy Maker turns into roses, and faded away. They looked, and felt proud of themselves. “And no one likes you” they said as the roses faded. The Doctor and Donna were in shock. They looked at the two, with a big smile on their face

“Wow. It seems like they’ve changed their loyalty to someone else” Donna says as The Doctor moves closer towards them. “Whoa Doctor. Getting very close. I don’t think we’re at that stage yet” they said as a blush appeared on their face

“Right. Sorry” he backs up as a blush appears on his face as well. Y/n walks over towards the edge to look at the sky. Donna tells him to go over to talk to them. The Doctor walks over towards to stand next to them. Once he stood next to them, they looked at him

“I’m really sorry I didn’t believe you about your parents” he starts, which makes them smile a bit. “I’m just glad you believe me…” they notice his arms were too long now, which makes them make eye contact with him. Donna’s eyes widened when she realized she came back with the wrong Doctor

“I wish you hadn’t believed me” Y/n gets shoved off of the cliff now. Donna was tearing up now as he looks back at her. He grins as his arms go back to normal now. “I killed The Doctor…”

[gracesimp]

I know

14th doctor x reader

Request/Summary: With the Not-Things, there's a lot of potential for angst and hurt/comfort, etc. Totally fine if you don't want to write this, but I keep imagining a reader companion who has been secretly pining for the doctor and the Not-Thing reveals their love for the Doctor while trying to prove itself and yeah

Wild Blue Yonder Spoilers.

"You don't fool me," The Doctor says bluntly, looking at Y/n with his arms crossed and a grimace on his face. "You're not them, and I'd strongly suggest you stop pretending to be so before this ends badly." He threatens, voice dropped low into an hair-raising whisper.

"But I am! I'm me." They try quickly, tenuous pout on their lips and eyes full of tears. They place a hand to their heart, expression morphed into one of desperation. "Please, I swear! You have to believe me. After everything we've been through, you've got to know that it's me."

Scoffing and standing tall, eyes darkening dangerously, The Doctor shakes his head immediately. "Don't." He spits, taking a step forwards, so brutally it causes Y/n to step back in fear. "Don't you dare."

With eyes ingenuous and lips parted to allow shallow breaths to escape, Y/n responded quietly. "If I'm not me, then how would I know everything I do? How would I remember standing on the edge of civilisations, watching planets burn and being able to do nothing to help. Evil monsters - the ones that gave me this scar, remember?" They struggled, running a trembling finger down the little scar on their neck.

His face remains unimpressed. Blank. Angry.

"And how would I know how in love with you I am?" They whisper, swallowing thickly. "That thing may be able to fake being me, but they would never be able to fake a feeling as strong as that. Never."

It's silent for a moment, but then The Doctor's already dark manner growed into an appearance edging on detrimental. Without fear, he marched towards them, grabbing them harshly and restricting their movement.

A shriek left their lips, panting as they fought to escape his tightening arms. But then, their body fell limp, and they turned their head to look up at the doctor, smirk rising on the corner of their lips. "Got me." They taunt viciously then hissed as they kicked a way out of his grip.

/

Travelling with the Doctor, Y/n had grown accustomed to fear. The way blood would pump faster, the heart would bang harshly against the chest. It felt like it was going to burst out.

A few feet in front, the Doctor and Donna found sanctuary in the tardis. Unfortunately, Y/n was a tad slower. The two of them, Y/n and not!Y/n, exchanged a look before rushing into a full blown sprint.

"it's me!" Not!Y/n yelled as they ran. Arm reaching out, harsh breaths leaving their lips. "I'm me!"

"No, they're not! I'm me!" They corrected before suddenly halting in their sprint, hitting the other's back as they face the Doctor in the tardis.

But the Doctor's eyes never once glanced at the clone. Always, they remained on Y/n.

"I-I don't know how to prove it.." Y/n trailed off quietly before groaning, running a hand down their face. "Oh, gosh! Why can't I think of how to prove I'm me?"

"You don't have to." He answered simply, grabbing their hand and tugging them into the tardis, the doors immediately snapping shut with a bang.

"No!" Not!Y/n screeched as the door closed. They hissed and growled viciously, snarling at the fading spaceship. In a futile attempt to get the ship to stay in place, their nails clawed pathetically at the wooden box, blue chipping off and dirtying under their fingernails. "No!"

/

"That was scary." Y/n began, walking into the console room, freshly showered and in pyjamas, hair damp and eyes tired from the day's events. This captured the Doctor's attention and he immediately looks up from fiddling with buttons and such, a tiny smile instantly forming on his red tinted lips. His cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink at the sight of Y/n in one of his old tops. "I mean, I was starting to doubt that I was even the real me. How can you be so sure that you know I am?"

"I know," He assures quickly, not missing a beat. "and I will always know."

Blinking swiftly and nibbling their lip, Y/n looks down to avoid his eyes as their own cheeks colour, heart beating promptly. "Oh."

"You know," He begins, deserting the button he had been messing around with. "the other you said something interesting."

"Oh? Really? And what was that?" Y/n mumbles softly, rubbing their sleepy eyes and letting out a yawn. Upon seeing this, the Doctor's eyes soften and he grins, walking over to them and cupping their cheeks in his hands.

"Doesn't matter." He responds in a gentle voice, leaning down to press his lips delicately to their forehead. "Go get some sleep, angel. We can talk tomorrow."

As always, not proofread cos I'm lazy 🙈

[notyetneedcoffee]

Wrong Number

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: +18 for smutty dirty talk

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“Thank god you answered. I need you to save me.”

There was a long pause. You knew you sounded desperate.  

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky Barnes stopped dead in the street forcing several people to weave around him. He looked at the phone in his hand, not recognizing your smooth female voice. The number was not familiar either.  

“From what?”

“This team building, touchy-feely conference is going to make me vomit, and if I don’t convince Kevin -” you said the name with distain, “that I have a boyfriend, I’m going to be forced to stab him in the neck with my pen. I like this pen. It’s a Monte Blanc. It doesn’t deserve to be bloodied up.”

The man on the other end of the line chuckled. It was deep and rich. And, completely unfamiliar. You whispered. “This isn’t Joey, is it?”

“Nope, sorry. Name’s Bucky.” Came his amused response. “But I can’t refuse a dame in distress. Anything I can do to help? I’d hate to see you have to resort to stabbings.”

You laughed. Not only did this man’s voice feel like audible whiskey, he was willing to play along. “Really? You’re an angel.”

“No one’s ever accused me of that.”

“Even better.” You smirked. The annoying executive from Palm Springs, Kevin, drifted closer to you. He tried to be discrete, but instead came off as a creeper. You switched to a fake conversation. “I told you, Love, I can’t get out of this. I’m stuck here until Friday night and before you ask, no you can’t come.”

“Is Kevin there?” Bucky asked.

“You’re right.” You sighed, as if answering something completely different.  

“Is he close enough to over-hear if you held the phone out?”  

“Oh, sure.” You purred.

Damn. His low chuckle sounded like pure sin and caused your crossed legs to tighten.  

“Okay Doll, here’s what I want you to do. I’m going to explain exactly why ‘your boyfriend’ wants to be there, and in shock, you’re going to hold the phone out a little. Turn the volume up a touch so he catches what I’m saying.”

You giggled. “There’s a reason I adore you.”

He laughed. “Ready?”

“Oh yes” you breathed, a little heady. Kevin looked sideways at you.

“Come on, Doll, you know you want me there.” Bucky’s voice rumbled through the phone. “It hasn’t been that long, but my cock is aching for that tight pussy of yours. You need me to fuck you senseless. I know it ‘cause I’m ready right now to bury myself in that wet cunt. I want to taste you everywhere, goddamn Doll, I can imagine your honey on my tongue. Let me come and set you on fire. I don’t care if the whole conference hears you scream, cause Baby, when you come all over me it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. I know I’ve wrecked you for any other man, haven’t I? The way you come for me again and again. I don’t think we can survive until Friday. If you make me wait, when I get ahold of you, I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out.”

You didn’t need to fake the flush on your cheeks. His words, his voice, soaked your panties.  

It did the job. Kevin blanched, then reddened, before making a quick escape to the other side of the lounge.

“Oh, you are so good.” You smiled wickedly. “Your real girlfriend is a lucky lady.”

“Got rid of him, huh?” He was silent a moment. “Ain’t got a girl.”

You cradled the phone closer, turning more fully to the bar and waved for another drink. “Shame. Good sense of humor. Quick on mark. Great voice. Extra bonus points for the dirty talk. You even came to my rescue. I’d say you’re quite the catch.”

You could hear his breath, as if he were holding the phone very close to his face. Finally, he spoke quietly. “That’s nice, but you don’t know me, Doll.”

“Well,” you rolled the amber liquid around in your glass. “Now that I don’t have creepy dude breathing down my neck, we could actually have a conversation.”

Again, silence stretched for a moment. Background voices became clearer and somewhat insistent, though you couldn’t make out all the words. Bucky’s voice suddenly filled you ear with a clipped tone. “Good luck with things. I have to go.”

The phone went dead. Well, damn.

You finished your drink alone, imagining what kind of man could possess that voice, dripping with smoked honey and filthy words. You blamed your warm skin on the alcohol, but the slick between your legs resulted from that interaction.  

Bucky. That’s what he said his name was. Before you could lose it, you saved the best wrong number you’d ever dialed to your contacts.

* * *

“What the hell is wrong with you, man?” Sam Wilson nudged Bucky in the shoulder, earning a glare that would terrify most.

“Something is bothering you, Buck.” Steve Rogers punched the up elevator button again. They’d gone to an emergency briefing and his friend seemed distracted the whole time. “I can tell.”

Bucky just shook his head slightly, frowning. Steve’s head dropped to one side in a clear ‘really?’ expression. He sighed. “I was speaking with someone on the phone when you guys came to get me, and I realized I never got her name. That’s all.”

“HER name?!” Sam grinned. “What, pray tell, were you talking to HER about?”

“Can it.”

“C’mon. Who is she?” Sam beamed and they all piled in the elevator. “If you’ve got her number, you know we can get, like, everything on this girl. We do have spies here, you know?”

“Sam.” Steve warned as Bucky looked murderous. “If Buck wants to find her, he’s got the know how to do it. Let him be.” Then just to dig a little, he added. “It’s not like she could have made that much of an impression. He didn’t even get her name.”

When the elevator doors opened on the living quarters floor, Bucky bolted straight to his suite. Fuck those guys.

All evening he kept staring at his phone. Her number was there. He could call her. Of course, she’d probably be sleeping by now. What time did normal people go to bed? Plus, she was at some sort of conference, which probably meant early morning meetings. Yes, he decided, she was probably sleeping.

He watched another hour of the history channel before the lure the phone had it in his hands. He could just text her.

Sorry I ditched the call so fast. Work.  

There, he felt a little better. He apologized. Sort of.

The beep of his phone made him jump. He looked at the words in shock.

It’s ok. Glad you texted. Would still love to talk some time when I’m not tucked into bed, unless pillow talk is an option! Call me after my sessions. 1600 tomorrow?  

You answered him back..  

I don’t think I gave my name. It’s Y/N, but you can still call me Doll if you want.

Buck smiled at his phone and said your name aloud, tasting it on his lips.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow. ‘Night. B

He threw the phone down, smiling to himself.

He got ready for bed. Sam’s words began plaguing him as he brushed his teeth. He could look her up. It’s not like people didn’t put their whole lives on the internet for anyone to see these days. Even though he never uses any of that stuff, and didn’t even know how, Bucky knew just who to ask.

“Friday,” he called out to the building’s AI as he sat back in front of the big screen.  

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes. How may I assist you?”

“If I provide you with a name and a phone number, can you show me if they have any stuff on the internet?”

“Of course.” Bucky spoke your name and phone number. Almost immediately images began to fill the screen. Friday offered a summary. “Y/N, age 33. Born in San Francisco, California. Is a medical doctor with a degree from Stanford Medical University. She is currently employed with the CDC in the city of New York. Five years ago she filed for divorce from her husband only 5 months after –“

Bucky put both hands in the air. “Stop! This isn’t what I was looking for…”

The AI voiced a disturbingly thorough list of information that could be obtained with just a name and cell phone number. He stopped her again. “Friday, is there’s anything on Social Media, stuff she’s shared openly.”

“Of course, Sergeant Barnes.” The screen opened to an Instagram account and a Facebook page.  

Bucky stared at her profile picture. He picked up the controller and began to skim through the posts full of dark humor, beautiful smiles, random things around the city, and for some reason, her toes. There were pictures of her toes in the grass at the park, in the sand at the beach, propped on the rail of a balcony. He found it oddly adorable.

He found a short video of her trying to say a tongue twister. There was that voice. This was definitely her. Bucky watched the video clip again. Finally, he went to bed, her voice in his head.

* * *

Your phone rang at 4:02, just as you stepped out of the elevator on the fourteenth floor. “Hello, stranger.”

“Hi, Y/N.” Bucky sounded tentative. “Is now okay?”

“Sure, I’m just getting back to my room. We’ve got a two-hour break before a boring ass dinner with a keynote speaker.”

“Any trouble with Kevin?” He asked.  

You giggled. “None at all. In fact, he turned the brightest shade of red. Poor fellow, got all muddled looking. All day he kept stealing glances my way, so I kept checking my phone and subtly acting hot and bothered.”

“You’re mean.” He laughed.

“He’s a jerk, and if his pompous ass can’t handle the thought of a man being more virile that he is, tough shit.” You giggled again. “Besides, it was fun.”

“See. Mean.” Bucky grew more serious. “Didn’t mean to cut you off like that. Just some guys I, uh, work with came up with an urgent matter.”

“At least they didn’t walk up to hear you say you want to bury your cock in my wet cunt.” You purred, smiling to yourself as you kicked off your shoes and laid back on the hotel bed. A long silence followed. “Bucky?”

“Sorry.” His rich voice sounded an octave or two lower.  “I’m, uh, it’s just -” He stumbled for a moment before falling silent again.  

You frowned, asking quietly. “Did I go too far?”

“No.” His voice still held that deep sexy tone, only softer. “I’m just not real used to hearing such things from a woman’s lips, and -” he took a deep breath, “your voice is like silk. It just does things to me.”

“Mmm, good to know I’m not the only one affected by our conversations.” You purred.

“Damn, Doll.” Bucky chuckled. “I don’t even know you, but I could listen to you all day. And I hate being on the phone.”

You wanted to crawl through the line and see if he looked and felt as good as he sounded. “Well, I sure am happy to have dialed a wrong number.”

“Me too. Uh, who were trying to reach when I got so lucky?” Bucky asked.

“Joey. He’s friend from my building. Both him and his husband both work at home, so I thought of them first. I don’t know why.”

“You don’t have him in your contacts?”

“No, new number and I just had it jotted on a post it.” You stared out the window at the rain pelting down. Your phone said it was nice at home. “So, you’ve got a New York number. Is that home?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.” You smiled to yourself.

“Where are you now?” Bucky asked. You heard something conspicuously like a bottle of beer – or a soda, but probably as beer – being opened.  

“Orlando. It’s a conference on pandemics. Unfortunately, it’s less science and more ‘we all just need to get along’ communication bullshit.” You sighed. “I’m probably being harsh, but there’s better things I could be doing with my time.”

“So, you’re what? A doctor?” Bucky asked, although he already knew the answer.  

“Yes. But I do research, not practice. What about you? What do you do when you’re not saving ladies from creepers?”

“That’s pretty much my job.” He deadpanned.  

You busted up. Typical.  

“I’m - um – you could say I’m in the high-stakes security business.” Bucky answered when your laugh faded away.

“Can’t really talk about it?” You knew a lot of federal agents and private security officers through your work. They didn’t talk about their work either.  

“Something like that.” He hesitated.

“Well, then, if you can’t tell me about your work,” You purred, “you’ll just have to tell me what gets your motor running, Bucky.”

“Oh, really?” His chuckle came deep from his chest.  

“Yeah, and don’t give me any ‘slow jazz, sunsets and long walks on the beach’ horseshit.”  

He laughed, full and light. “But I like jazz.”

* * *

Getting through the conference with a bunch of phone calls and regular text exchanges with Bucky turned out to be much better than the first few days without. His humor was dark and sarcastic. Although you didn’t delve into anything about his work, and you both kept the exchanges fun, you felt like you’d gotten to know him well. How could you feel a closer connection to someone you’d never met, than you did with the last man you dated for two months?  

Bucky had sent you a text stating that he would be on a job and unreachable for several days on the night you arrived back in New York. It was sweet the way he wanted to assure you that he would call, and he felt bad he could only text a farewell. You assured him you understood. He called you an amazing dame.

Work the next week barely allowed for time to miss the text exchanges, so much had piled up in your absence. On Wednesday, you were thirty-two pages into the clinical results of a recent test when the phone beside you rang.  

“Dr. Y/L/N.” You answered.

“Good morning, Y/N. It’s Rebecca Kim.”  

You recognized the name immediately. She was a private researcher and you both served on several committees together. “Oh, hi. What can I do for you?”

“We’ve had a situation,” Dr. Kim used the term loosely. “There’s a potential exposure here. It looks like, damn I’m not certain, but it might be XF3058.”

You froze. It was a designer pathogen, a targeted and weaponized disease. All the information on XF3058 was highly confidential, kept under tight security. “Is it active, or inert?”

“Currently Inert. But the subject shows signs of full infection and he was among the populous. I need help here.”

“I’m on my way.”

It only took twenty minutes to pack up what you needed and catch a cab to Stark Tower. Rebecca waited for you in the lobby. You would need escorting to the top security research levels. You’d only been here twice before. It was like Candy-Land, all the best tech.  

The two of you were joined by Doctor Banner. He was a kind man, bright and quick to offer you a smile. “So, you’re here help figure out if we’re all doomed?”

“It’s a targeted pathogen.” You shrugged. “Unless you have the correct genes, we’re not ALL doomed.”

“We just don’t know how many people it could infect.” He nodded.

“My last estimate was .14% of the populace could be potential targets, which is still hundreds of thousands of people on the eastern seaboard alone.” You began reviewing the data.  

Nearly seven hours later the computer in front of you beeped, indicating the test simulation finalized. Looking at the report, you jumped up. “Yes!”

“What?” Banner removed his glasses.

“Gotcha, you little bastard.” You pointed at the screen before turning to the other two in the room. “I’ve been running down the genetic signature. This is an old strain. The degradation in the proteins made me think about sixty years. I then pulled the profiles of the known examples of that time frame, and I can say conclusively this is from the Cold War lab of one Kazimir Maksimov. I’ve got the exact genetic sequenced.”

“So, we can engineer an antidote.” Rebecca sighed. “I’ll get the system on it right away.”

“I’m going to take Dr. Y/L/N up to brief the team.” Doctor Banner stood.

You followed him out of the room and up in bright steel elevators. It wasn’t until then than by ‘team’ he meant ‘Avengers’. Nervously, you smoothed your clothes and tried to check your reflection in the metal wall.

“Don’t worry. They’ll just be glad you found the solution.” Bruce smiled.

“Kinda wish I’d at least been wearing something other than jeans the first time I meet Stark, you know.”

He laughed. “Tony’s all bark and no bite. If he gives you shit, give it right back.”

The elevators doors opened and Bruce led you to a glass encased conference room. Tony Stark, a red-head woman, and sandy-haired man stood around an interactive screen at the end of the room. “Hey guys,” They all turned when you entered. “This is Dr. Y/N. She’s the one Becca brought in. We’ve got news. She’s worked it out.”

“Ah, the CDC doc.” Stark propped a hip on table. “So why aren’t you here working for me?”

“You haven’t offered.” You retorted with a smile. “Can I pull up my files from here?”

Turns out Stark and the others, Natasha and Clint, were far more forthcoming with the details. The victim of the pathogen was actually a Hydra agent taken down in the process of eliminating a hold-out base.  They weren't sure if he’d been exposed when the building blew, if he’d been accidentally exposed or purposefully infected.  

You were explaining that the virus had been in his system for at least four days when he died, and had they’d not killed him, he would have died within 24-hours. He’d been infectious for seventy-two hours.

“Well, it’s a good thing they decided to torch the place. We didn’t find any survivors after that.” Natasha drawled.

“It’s still hard to believe they just kill them all.” A strong voice came down the hall.  

“That’s the way those assholes work, you know that. No loose ends.”

Your head snapped around. You knew that voice. Two extraordinarily handsome men came in. One you recognized immediately as Steve Rogers. The other, he had the voice of liquid sex. Nearly the same height as Captain America, strong – damn look at those thighs – and dark haired, your mouth fell open at the sight of him. His blue eyes locked on yours and he stood a little straighter.

No one missed the exchange, looking back and forth between the two of you.

“Bucky?” You breathed.

A sly smile grew on his face, and you felt yourself flush. “Hey, Doll.”

“Okay, how do you know the good Doctor and I don’t?” Stark scoffed.  

“Not your business.” Bucky leveled a solemn stare at Tony.

“Yeah, well.” Bruce interjected. “Doctor Y/N has uncovered the source of the pathogen and we’re working on antidote if it becomes necessary.”

“I thought you said that could take days.” Steve asked Banner.

“She’s good.” He shrugged.

“And I still don’t know why she’d not working for me!” Tony threw his hands in the air.

“I’ve told you before. You’ve yet to make an offer." You threw back at Stark, but your eyes still had not left Bucky. Your brain spun. Thankfully common decency kept your feet planted in place, because every cell in your body wanted to touch him, to smell and taste his skin.

“I may have to change that.” He grumbled.

“You know where my office is.” You finally looked back at the group. “It’s been a long day. I think you’ve got what you need for now. Is there any objection if I call it night?”

“I may have to contact you about the final reports, but that can wait.” Bruce nodded.

“I may have to contact you about what sort of furniture you want in your office.” Tony smirked. Then he waved his hand towards the door. “Go on, get going. We’ll be in touch.”

“I’ll walk you out.” Bucky stated immediately.

You both walked to the elevator side by side, not speaking. You stopped at the doors, facing each other. He hit the button, giving you a shy – oh my god – smile.  

“So.” You sighed, “an Avenger, huh?”

“Of sorts. Steve brought me in a while back.”

“Ah,” You took his metal hand in yours. All the pieces click in place in your mind. “I seem to remember seeing a briefing about that somewhere.”

You could see the concern in his eyes. You didn’t know much about him. You did know he was enhanced, by Hydra, with a derivative of the same serum used on the Captain. Other than the friendship between the two men, you didn’t know much else from his past.  

“Does that bother you?” He asked finally.

You smiled up at him. “Not in the least.”  

The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside. Even though the car was empty, you remained close enough to feel the heat rise off of him. “Smart, funny, and gorgeous.” Bucky moved a strand of your hair off your shoulder. “And you smell incredible.”

You placed your hands on his strong chest. He was magnetic, a forceful draw. His hand cupped your cheek, a simple gesture that felt so intimate in this small space. His other hand slapped the stop button, halting your progress. Everything stood still.  

“Hey.” He breathed, face close to yours.

“Hey, back.” You whispered.

Bucky’s mouth touched yours, soft full lips brushing lightly. When you smiled into the kiss, his tongue reached for permission but was met with your own. Flaring from sweet to fevered, he pulled you tight against him. Wet, hot, your mouths explored one another.  

He turned, pinning you against the wall, hands roaming over your body. You clung to him, fingers in his hair and relishing in the hard muscles pressed against you. When his mouth trailed down to your neck, you breathed out a heavy “Holy shit, it’s good to meet you.”

He laughed against your skin. “Pleasures all mine.”

You took his face in your hands and kissed him again before sighing. “This elevator is probably monitored, huh?”

“Definitely.” He stepped back a bit, allowing you to stand fully on your own feet. “And I’ve been dying to ask you out. Dinner?”

“How about pizza?” You gave him a devilish grin. “We could order in.”

“Anything you want, Doll. Pizza in sounds perfect.”

Bucky released the elevator but hit a different floor than the lobby. The doors quickly opened to an obvious residential floor. You laughed, “Damn, that’s convenient.”  

He took your hand and led you down the hall. “I aim to please.”

“I have no doubt.”

You glanced sideways at his sparkling blue eyes, utterly taken by the intensity as he stared at you. The smell of him drew you closer. He smiled as you leaned into him.  

Damn he was glad he answered that unknown number.

[soaimagines]

Heartbeats

Request: Imagine your old man Happy has a gun shout wound to the chest. You’re a trauma doctor and while trying to save him he flat lines three times.

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gun shot wounds?

Authors Note: I have absolutely no experience or knowledge in medical procedures so I’m sorry if there are inaccuracies or mistakes in this. And please excuse the formatting on this, I’m posting it via mobile and it fucked my layout 😭 I’ll edit it once I’m on my laptop! Hope you guys like it, let me know! Ps. Do people still use pagers?! Lol

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You stabbed a piece of lettuce with your fork as you scrolled through your phone aimlessly. You were eight hours into a twelve hour shift and this was the first break you’d had. Being a trauma doctor was demanding and your department had been short staffed today. Finally there had been a break in the constant flow of patients and you had managed to sneak off to the staff room for a ten minute salad and coffee break. Happy had sent you a text this morning and you hadn’t had a chance to open it. You smiled as you read the message and quickly typed back. It had been five hours since he’d sent the first text and you knew he would be worried that you hadn’t responded yet. He didn’t love your career. He liked aspects of it, sure. He liked that you loved it and he liked that it kept you busy, but that was also the main reason he didn’t like it. When you were busy your job came first, and he always panicked when he didn’t get an immediate response from you. But it made you happy and you weren’t exactly stoked with his lifestyle choices either. You would never change him, you didn’t want to, but you hated the danger and the risk involved in what he did. But you compromised and for the last two years you had made it work. Your love for Happy far outweighed any hangups you had about his club, and vice versa. And as much as you hated to admit, his band of misfit bikers was pretty damn loveable. You sipped at your coffee. It was far too hot to really be enjoyable but you weren’t sure when you’d get another chance to have one so you sacrificed your tongue for burning and swallowed.

Beep beep!

The pager on your hip rang out, signalling an incoming ambulance and you quickly stood. You tossed your rubbish into the trash and quickly downed the rest of your coffee before dashing out of the room.

-•-

“What do we got?”

You asked as you rushed out to meet the paramedics. They wheeled the trolley towards you, the red and blue lights of the ambulance flashing behind them.

“Hispanic male, Gun shot wound to the chest.”

You nodded and grabbed hold of the trolley, ready to wheel them into the emergency ward. Only when you glanced down at the patient you froze.

No. No, no, no.

This was it. Your worst nightmare, happening right in front of you. The only thing you had been worried about for the last two years was unfolding before you and your heart was ripped from your chest. His eyes were closed, his skin paler than usual and his bloodstained white tshirt had been ripped open, exposing his tattooed chest and bullet wound.

“Oh my god.” You whispered.

The paramedics stared at you and you took only a second to gather yourself. There was no time for hysterics. He needed you.

“Happy? Can you hear me?”

He groaned in response and you took that as a good sign. His hands were red with his own blood and they laid across his torso. You needed to stop the bleeding. Find the bullet, remove it. Stabilise. Close. That’s it. You can do this. You told yourself. You’ve done it before. This was your job. This was just a patient. This was no different. Right?

Wrong. This was different.

This wasn’t just a gun shot wound. It wasn’t just a patient. It was the man you loved, the love of your life, dying in front of you.

“What’s his status?” You asked, your voice coming out stronger than expected. As the paramedics listed his vitals off you went into business mode.

You had to set your emotions aside.

You had to do this.

You had to save him.

-•-

“Clear!” You yelled and slammed the paddles down on his chest. His body jumped and you waited to hear that beep.

That beep that would make everything better, because it couldn’t get any worse. You immediately placed your hands in the centre of his chest and started pumping. You closed your eyes, trying desperately to escape the nightmare unfolding in front of you.

“(Y/N) this is the third time he’s flat lined. You need to call it.”

“No!” You yelled.

The palms of your hands pounded against his chest and you barely noticed the tear rolling down your cheek. You barked an order at a nurse to charge the crash cart and you grabbed hold of the paddles.

“Clear!” You placed them on his chest and his body jolted.

Nothing.

“Don’t you dare, Happy!” You said.

You took a deep breath and began the cycle again. 30 pumps. That’s it. On the fourteenth you heard it. The beep of the monitor signalling his heart beat and you stifled a sob. Drew pulled you away from the bed and you collapsed against him, sobs taking over your body.

“Happy!” You fought against him and he let you go.

You leant against the bed, your hands stroking Happys peaceful face.

“Cmon, (Y/N).”

“I’m not leaving him!” You snapped.

-•-

Happy squinted as his eyes opened, the harsh bright light making it hard to adjust. Slowly the room came into focus and he studied the unfamiliar setting. He tried to sit up but a pain ripped through his chest. His hand felt weighed down and he glanced down. He recognised your hair immediately and he watched you sleeping against his side, your head resting on the side of the bed and your arm draped over his torso. He shifted his arm gently. The movement woke you and you bolted upright.

“Happy!”

You leapt out of your chair and hovered over him.

“Oh Happy!” You broke into sobs, suddenly overwhelmed by the lights events.

He reached up and pulled the mask from his face. “Baby,”

Hearing his raspy voice only made you sob harder. You leant over him and smothered his face with kisses. His forehead, his cheeks, his chin his brows. You kissed every inch of his face and you kissed his warm lips. He lifted his hand and reached for you. You pressed your forehead against his and his hand cupped your face. His thumb gently wiped away your tears that continued to flow and when you pulled back you could see his eyes glistening too

“I thought I lost you.” You sobbed. “I did.”

Happy ran his thumb over your lips.He had never been an emotional guy. He kept his feeling s to himself but seeing this raw emotion in your eyes, the thought of leaving you, it resonated with him and he didn’t fight the tears forming in his eyes.

“You saved me.”

You nodded.

“Baby I’m sorry.”

You laughed and shook your head. “I don’t care, Happy. I don’t care about anything. You’re all that matters and your here.”

Happy smiled and pulled you in for another tear filled kiss. “I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

[daveeddiggsit]

Broken

Note: Okay, so I stole this request (with permission of course) from @diggs4life because when I saw it, it gave me a huge inspiration boost. So yeah, thanks Jena. I’d also like to give a huge shout out to @adothoe for pushing me to take the non-lazy approach to this fic because without her, this fic would have probably sucked. Anyway, it’s been soooo fucking long since I’ve posted a fic lol so here you go. Good luck btw. You’ll need it.

Request: “ok angst idea: so reader is a journalist and works for like TMZ or smth and she is given the task to get close to Daveed Diggs so they could pull info out of him about his “mysterious” personal life that not many people know about bc he’s on the rise as a celebrity. so she starts to date him for that reason only but then slowly falls in love with him for real and when Daveed finds out angst ensues. (i hope this made sense) it’s basically one sided fake dating until oops not anymore.” - anonymous

Word Count: 5,892

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: No smut, but lots of angst. Rough break up.

Tag System: @butlinislin @trashfandom14 @fullytenaciousstranger @isis278  @beautifulfound 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to let him hate your guts with no strings attached then bounce when you got what you wanted. You were supposed to do your job right and get close to him; close enough to learn his secrets and be the journalist who broke his story. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him in the process.

But you did.

The sounds of the soft thunder and the pitter-patter of the rain falling surrounded you as you walked as fast as you could in your heels. The Esquire Magazine building was coming closer to you with every step and you were determined to get inside before you got even more wet from the storm.

You were supposed to interview with the magazine for a position as an editor. So a few days prior when you got the call from Esquire asking you to come in for an interview, you immediately booked a flight from LA to NYC. You’d spent the entire morning preparing yourself for the interview and making sure that your make up, hair, and dress looked perfect, but you didn’t expect to get soaked from the pouring rain. The storm came out of nowhere.

Mother Nature just wasn’t on your side today.

“Y/N, I swear I’m on your side, but we just need more from you.” Your boss Jason told you.

You were bewildered. “More from me? What else do you guys want from me? I publish an article a day, let you know any new gossip that comes up-”

“I know-”

“Jason, you guys even make me get you coffee in the morning.” You said, exasperated. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t in the job description when I applied to be a reporter here at TMZ.”

 “Well, who else is supposed to get coffee for us?”

 His comment made you want to throw up. You’d worked just as hard as everyone else, writing up new stories day and night as they came and went, and you still weren’t being treated like a professional.

You glared at him and turned to leave his office. “You’re sick.”

“Woah woah woah, hold on, I’m kidding.” Jason called after you. When you kept walking, he spoke up again. “I can secure you that spot as an editor.”

His statement made you freeze in your tracks.

This was your chance. You could finally have the position you’d been striving towards for years. You’d been waiting for a moment like this ever since you first began working at TMZ.

“What’s the catch?” You sighed, turning back around.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I just need you to write a big article before I promote you. The quicker you write the story, the quicker you get the promotion. You interested?”

You took a few steps closer and sunk down into the chair in front of his desk. “I’m interested.” You stated almost hesitantly. “What’s it on?”

He smirked and leaned back in his chair, lifting his feet onto his desk. “You know that Broadway show everyone was talking about last year? It won a lot of awards and people really liked it because it was like rap or something. Ring a bell?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Hamilton?”

“Yeah, that one.” He said. “Well, one of its stars is on the rise and we know absolutely nothing about him. The guy is literally everywhere in the entertainment industry, but his personal life is a mystery. And I think as writers and reporters at TMZ, it’s our job to fix that.”

“So you want me to write this huge thing on the juicy details of this dude’s personal life?” 

“Exactly.” Jason grinned. “But it’s not that easy. You’re gonna have to uncover it all yourself.”

“How? You said it yourself, the media knows nothing. It’s not like I can get information from an interview on Fallon or anything.”

“See, this is the fun part. The guy is actually living in LA now. He’s doing a lot of filming for some TV roles.” His smirk widened. “This is where you come in, Y/N.”

You stared at him with a confused expression before he continued.

“Get close to him.” Jason said. “Talk to him, befriend him, date him, fuck him for all I care. Just do what it takes to unlock his backstory for that article. After that, you can leave, no strings attached, publish the article, and be promoted to an editor. Just like that. It’s easy, Y/N.”

You averted your eyes away from your boss. “I’m…not sure about this, Jason. This is a lot to get involved in. I mean…he’s a person too. If I somehow can get close to him, it won’t end well once he finds out what I’m doing. He definitely won’t be a fan of it.”

“That’s why you’re doing it with no strings attached. So you don’t feel bad.” He stated, taking his feet off his desk so he could lean forward in his seat. “It’s for the good of the company. We need to break a story like this! This benefits you too, Y/N, think about it.”

You sighed, contemplating everything. After a minute or two, Jason grew impatient.

“So?” He asked.

“I’m in.” You said.

A wicked smile broke out on your boss’ face. “Good.” He pulled out a paper and slid it across his desk towards you. “He’s going to be at this dinner party on Thursday night. That’s where you can meet him. Dress nicely and don’t be late. You don’t want to make a bad first impression.”

You sighed inwardly and took the dinner invitation before you turned to leave.

“Oh, and I almost forgot the most important part.” Jason called out as you opened the door. When you turned back, he continued.

“His name is Daveed Diggs.”

When you walked into the building, you beelined straight to the reception desk to check in.

“Hello, do you have an appointment?” The lady from behind the counter asked politely.

“Yes, I have an interview with Mr. Smith for the open editor position.” You responded, rubbing your arms to create warmth. You were freezing.

“Ah, yes.” She said after she typed something into her computer. “Ms. Y/L/N at 1:30, correct?”

You nodded promptly.

“His office is on the fourteenth floor, so you can use the elevator over there.” She pointed to the elevator down the hall. “We have coffee and refreshments on that floor as well. I assume you got caught in the storm, so feel free to help yourself. It might help warm you up.” She smiled warmly, noticing your wet (now drying) figure.

“Thank you.” You returned her smile, before walking down the hall towards the elevator she directed you to.

The already open doors were beginning to close, so you quickened your pace and (thank god) were able to slip through the doors before they shut completely. You didn’t notice that you weren’t alone in the elevator until after you pressed the button labeled ‘14’.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone with familiar looking dark, curly hair that brought both butterflies and guilt to your stomach. You were hesitant to turn your head to look at the other person in fear of who the person could have been.

It wasn’t him, right? It couldn’t be him.

You quickly flickered your eyes over to give the mystery person a once over, but you ended up doing a double-take when you saw that the mystery person turned out to be the last person you thought you’d see in NYC. No. There was no way.

Everything was going according to plan. You arrived to the dinner on time and made your way to your table with the help of an usher. Lucky for you, Daveed was already sitting down with a few other people when you arrived.

“Daveed.” He greeted you with a grin once you sat down, reaching his hand out to shake yours.

“Y/N.” You replied, mirroring his smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Daveed.”

“Not bad at all.” You thought to yourself. “He’s hot.” If you were going to go through the effort of flirting with someone constantly to mooch information from them, they had to be attractive at least.

The night went by amazingly. As you spoke to him, you began to understand why Daveed’s popularity was going through the roof; the man was a renaissance man. He was well-rounded and seemed to be good at pretty much everything. He was a musician, actor, poet, writer, you name it. He had many awards and nominations for his work (including a Grammy and a Tony), and the dude had just received an honorary doctorate in fine arts at Brown University. He was charming, funny, humble, and a bit shy (you’d noticed the way he shifted his gaze to the ground with a smile occasionally while talking). And to top it all off? He was attractive.

He really was the full package. Anyone would’ve been lucky to have him.

Realizing all of this, you began to regret accepting Jason’s deal. But you knew you had to pull through or you’d lose your job, knowing your boss after your four years of working for him. So at the end of the dinner, when Daveed asked for your number and if you wanted to go out for coffee the next week, you accepted. Part of you said you did it for work, but the other part said it was because you actually liked Daveed.

The real question, however, was: which part were you listening to?

You couldn’t help but stare at the tall man to your left. Just glancing at him brought back so many memories; memories that were supposed to bring happiness and smiles, but instead brought the opposite due to the guilt and loss that weighed heavily in the pit of your stomach.

He hadn’t changed a bit. Well, he looked the same at least. Judging from what he was wearing, he still seemed to wear his glasses out as often as possible. His silver bracelet and matte black chain were still his go-to accessories. And he sure as hell was still handsome in everything he wore even if it was just a jacket, t-shirt, and jeans.

“Daveed?” His name slipped out of your mouth so quietly that it was barely audible.

But he heard you. Oh, you knew he heard you. Even though he pretended like he didn’t and stared straight ahead, paying no attention to you, the way his jaw tensed ever so slightly at the sound of your voice is what gave it away: he was in as much pain as you were.

You contemplated saying something to him. Should you try to talk to him? It’d been three months since the night things went south…was it even worth trying? He wanted nothing to do with you…or so you thought, judging by the way he’d completely ignored you earlier. You didn’t believe in fate, but for you two to see each other at a place you both were unfamiliar with…that wasn’t just a coincidence, right? You knew you had to try something.

You were brought out of your thoughts when the elevator came to a sudden stop, causing you to stumble slightly. Your arm quickly shot out to clutch onto the railing to steady yourself as your heart pounded in your chest from the sudden halt. You glanced over to Daveed to see him do the same and both of your eyes widened when the lights flickered overhead.

Oh no, this was not good.

Daveed immediately stepped over to the button panel and began to repeatedly press the button of the floor he was headed to.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath, “what did you do?”

You couldn’t help but feel shaken at the sound of his voice. It was the first time you’d heard it in months.

“I-I didn’t do anything…” You stuttered out. The severity of the situation was wearing you down to your core. You weren’t one to stutter, but being soaked from the storm outside, seeing the ex you still hadn’t gotten over, and now being stuck inside a situation where an elevator was malfunctioning…you couldn’t really be blamed.

None of the buttons Daveed was pressing were working, so he went to the last resort: the emergency help button. As soon as he pressed it, the button glowed a bright red and two loud beeps were heard overhead from an intercom speaker.

Not even a few seconds later, a female voice was heard from the same speaker, asking questions like whether everyone inside the elevator was okay or not. Daveed answered for the most part, and the lady then reassured you both that responders were on their way to your location and that they should be there as soon as possible. She then directed you to stay put where you were instead of trying to escape because of safety precautions.

When the lady went off the intercom, Daveed sighed in frustration and dragged a hand down his face. A few seconds later, he slid down to the floor with his back to the wall, casting his eyes down to the ground and away from you. You did the same on the opposite side of the elevator, but watched him as he captured his bottom lip with his teeth, a nervous habit of his you’d noticed a while back.

You couldn’t believe you were in this situation right now. Being stuck in an elevator with the man who hated you? Great.

“Tonight was great, I had fun meeting your friends.” You smiled up at Daveed once you had reached the door to your apartment building. “UTK and Rafa were…”

“Too much? Obnoxious?” Daveed offered, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. He loved his friends, but he knew they probably had overwhelmed you as they did with most people Daveed introduced them to.

“I was gonna say charming.” You chuckled, earning a laugh from him as well.

“Don’t tell them that,” he said, his eyes glimmering in amusement in the low light the street lamp provided. “They wouldn’t let me hear the end of it.”

“It’ll be a secret between the two of us, then.” You replied.

After a few seconds of silence, you broke out of your happy daze to speak again. “Thanks for walking me home, Daveed.”

“No problem,” he murmured. “Needed to make sure you got home safe.”

You smiled softly at each other before you both slowly leaned in simultaneously and Daveed’s hands came out of his pockets to gently grab your waist. The kiss started off warm and sweet, nothing more than his lips chastely being pressed against yours. But it became more heated as your mouths crashed together slowly and passionately. Your hands traveled up his chest and around his neck, pulling your bodies closer together. His heart was beating just as wildly as yours was.

In between kisses, you breathlessly invited him in for wine and he agreed.

You were in for quite the night.

Everything now was silent. The only thing that was audible was the sound of the two of you breathing and the occasional shiver from you.

Daveed snuck a glance at your huddled form in the opposite corner of the elevator, closing your eyes and trying to stay as warm as possible in the soaked dress you were wearing. His eyes softened a little bit before he removed his Babylon jacket and crawled forward a little bit to hand it to you.

Your eyes snapped wide open at his gesture and you shook your head, trying to push the jacket away from you and towards him.

“I-It’s fine, I don’t need it.” You tried to refuse.

He shook his head stubbornly. “Just take the damn jacket, Y/N.” He said, breaking eye contact before he softly added, “You’re gonna freeze to death.”

You were in shock for a few seconds before you slipped the jacket on gratefully, trying not to inhale his scent that was embedded in the fabric that basically consumed you due to its size.

“Thank you,” you murmured softly, huddling into a ball again to warm yourself up (hopefully at a more efficient pace this time).

“Holy shit, D, thank you!” You smiled brightly and excitedly up at your gorgeous boyfriend.

It was your birthday and he had gone all out. After you asking for weeks, Your boyfriend finally took you up from LA to the Bay area so he could show you the place where he grew up. You both spent the entire day bouncing from location to location until Daveed had taken you to most of his favorite spots in his hometown.

When you guys got back to the hotel room, he had surprised you with a present you honestly weren’t expecting: VIP tickets to see your favorite artist live in concert.

When you saw them, you were beyond ecstatic and immediately rushed forward to hug Daveed.

“You know you didn’t have to do all of this for me, right?” Your voice was muffled due to your face being buried into his chest.

“I know, but I did anyway because I’m a good boyfriend.” He grinned, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“That is very true.”

“The best boyfriend.” He added. You could feel him smirk as he mumbled against you.

“The best? Hmm…I don’t know about that one, Daveed…” You teased.

“Oh really?” He pulled his head away from yours to playfully narrow his eyes at you.

“Kidding, kidding.” You laughed, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “You may or may not be the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

He chuckled and kissed you softly before he murmured, “Good, because I may or may not be in love with you.”

Your breath hitched and in a split second, your brain was going into emotional overdrive. He loved you. Knowing that made you feel tingly inside, like every time he looked at you in a certain way. The way that turned your insides to warm mush and made you want him and only him to exist on the planet with you. The same look in the same way that you unknowingly gave him. Recalling all of this, you realized that you felt the same way.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to reciprocate his feelings. You were supposed to get him to spill his secrets and leave. But you didn’t care because at this moment, you didn’t give a fuck about your job anymore. And you just realized that you hadn’t for awhile.

Because the most important thing in your life was right in front of you.

“I’m in love with you, too, Daveed.” You whispered, pulling his mouth down to yours again sweetly.

The tense silence was too much for you. You couldn’t be alone with your thoughts around him. It was killing you.

“So, uh, how’ve you been?” You asked hesitantly, your voice suddenly filling up the small space.

“Busy,” he replied shortly, “but fine.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Back at you,” he said finally looking up to make eye contact again. “I’m just here for a photoshoot and interview.”

“Wait, shouldn’t you be on tour?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. You remembered him saying that he was going to be on an international tour with clipping. before everything went wrong.

“We’re on a break for a few weeks before we go up to Iceland for a show.” He responded. “What about you? Shouldn’t you be in LA? You’re on the wrong coast.”

He was being cold towards you…but the worst part was that he had every right to be.

“I have a job interview here with Esquire.” You answered as strongly as you could.

“Oh, really?” He asked. “Did you finally get sick of your old job?”

A pang of guilt rang throughout your chest, and you felt ten times worse than you did before. He dealt the low blow. He went there.

“Mmm, can’t you skip today? Take a sick day?” Daveed murmured into the back of your bare shoulder.

A small grin tugged at the corner of your mouth as you turned around to face him, pressing a kiss to his bicep. “Babe, I did that last week.” You reminded him in a soft voice.

“Do it again.” He replied, finally opening his eyes to gaze down at you. “Just say that your cold came back or something, I don’t fuckin’ know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, they totally won’t be suspicious that I came to work yesterday perfectly healthy, but today am suddenly sick with a cold again.”

Daveed pulled you tighter against him, trailing his lips down your jaw as he spoke. “Please? Just for today, Y/N, I promise. I’ll make this the last day you ever take off for me.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into him. “Hmm,” you hummed. “You’re gonna have to do better convincing than that, Diggs.”

He smirked before he moved to hover over you, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You hummed again in contentment as you kissed him back lazily.

The moment was ruined by your phone ringing on your night stand, causing both of you to groan and break apart.

“Who is it?” Daveed asked in a low voice that made chills run up your spine.

“My boss,” you groaned again. “I don’t wanna pick it up.”

“Then don’t,” he suggested, rolling off of you to lay on his back directly beside you.

You sighed. “It’s probably important if he’s calling me while I’m at home.”

“Then pick it up.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You chuckled before you moved out of bed to answer the call.

“Hello?” You said, walking towards the doorway of Daveed’s room.

When you went to close the door on your way out, you heard Daveed whispering loudly to ‘tell him you’re sick’. You chuckled to yourself as you heard Jason rapidly begin to talk.

“Where the hell is the article, Y/N? I told you we needed it by the 14th! What the hell! Why are you late on your deadline?”

Your eyes widened as you tried to explain yourself. “Jason, I-”

“Y/N, we need this article by tomorrow the latest. No excuses.” Jason told you.

“Jason, I can’t, I’m sorry.”

The line went silent for a moment…not a good sign.

“You…can’t?” You could practically feel the anger that was on simmer at the moment.

“I can’t.” You said again. “I won’t. Look, I know I agreed to this earlier and everything, but…I’m not doing this. I’m not writing the article. I’ll become an editor another way.”

Jason was slow to speak, as if he was choosing his next words carefully. “Y/N, we need this article. We are depending on you.”

“I know, and I apologize.”

“This is going to cost you your job in the long run, you know that, right?” He no longer sounded like he was in control of his anger.

“I know.”

There was silence for a few more moments before your boss responded again.

“Well, in that case,” he said, “happy job hunting.”

You swallowed thickly and hung up the phone, setting it on Daveed’s countertop. You didn’t know how to feel. You just got told that you were about to lose your job. You should’ve felt sad, but you didn’t. Maybe this was a good thing. A good thing that you were finally separated from the only toxic thing that was in your life.

You made your way back to Daveed’s room with a smile on your face. Daveed watched you as you climbed into bed and wrapped your arms around his shirtless torso, resting your head on his chest.

 “So?” Daveed asked, automatically letting his arms wrap around you.

 “I’m yours all day.”

The guilt was eating you alive. You couldn’t hold it inside you anymore. You had to fix things.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out.

 “For the elevator?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not your fault. Something probably just went wrong with-”

You cut him off. “No, you know what I’m talking about, D.”

He sighed, breaking eye contact and scratching his beard. “You know what Y/N? I really didn’t wanna fucking talk about this with you.”

“Dav-”

“Much less on a fuckin’ broken elevator.” He continued

“Daveed, if you’d just hear me out, please.”

“No,” The man across from you said, shaking his head. “I’m not going through all this all over again, Y/N, I can’t.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to explain that night!”

“There was nothing to explain! The story was pretty well laid out in that damn article they wrote about us.”

“It was a tabloid article, half of it isn’t true!” You yelled. “Why couldn’t you at least let me explain everything to you?”

“Daveed? You okay?”

A week later, you had asked Daveed to come over so you could talk to him about everything that happened with your job. He deserved to know. But that didn’t stop you from being nervous about the way he could possibly react.

Now you were both on your couch, watching netflix and you were trying to get the guts to tell him everything. But the way he was acting now was scaring you.

He ignored you and kept his eyes glued to his phone. His eyes were furrowed in concentration and he looked like he was deep in thought.

“Carebear, what’s-”

“Don’t call me that.” Daveed’s voice was stone cold and his eyes were the same when they snapped to yours.

Your heartbeat started racing as your eyes widened.

“What’s going on, Daveed?” You asked carefully, hoping that your suspicions weren’t true. He couldn’t know, could he?

He was full on glaring at you now. “Don’t act like you don’t know, Y/N.” He said, clenching his jaw. “Former TMZ reporter Y/N Y/L/N dates Blackish star Daveed Diggs to expose his deepest secrets to the media.” He read the headline out loud to you. You could see him visibly shaking, so you reached a hand out to comfort him, but he sharply pulled away. “You used me.”

You could feel your heart break. No no no no no no, this could not be happening. Not now of all times. Not when you were about to tell him.

”Daveed,” you started hesitantly, “listen to me, I can explain.”

He rolled his eyes. “You fucking used me.” He stood up from your couch.

“D, whatever you saw online isn’t true. You have to let me explain.”

He swallowed and turned to glance at you. “So you didn’t have the intention of dating me only to find out personal details about my life to then write an article and publish it through TMZ?”

You hesitated.

He scoffed, throwing his head back incredulously. “Wow.”

“I-”

“I should’ve known.” Daveed started. “I mean, you were a reporter and I knew about it. I don’t know why I didn’t think anything of it. I should’ve fucking known!” He yelled towards the end.

“Daveed! Please-.”

“You know what?” He continued, ignoring your pleas to listen to you. “I can’t even blame you. This is  my fault. I never should’ve let myself fall for your tricks. I should’ve booked it the moment you told me you worked for a company like that.”

“Hear me out.” You began to cry. “Please, Daveed.”

He paused and stared at you for a second. You felt so vulnerable. As if everything had suddenly been ripped out from under you.

Daveed pursed his lips before he turned away, heading towards your front door. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

You were wrong. Whatever you felt earlier wasn’t your heart breaking. It was nothing compared to what you felt now.

“I was broken, Y/N! You broke me!” He yelled. “Do you know how hard it is to find out that the person you love was only dating you so they could make profit off details about your personal life? Do you?”

“D, it wasn’t like th-”

“Are you sure, Y/N? Because I think it was exactly like that.”

“I never told them anything!” You quickly responded. “Daveed, they fired me because I never wrote the article. I…I couldn’t expose your life like that. I couldn’t do that to you. Not when I got to know the real you. Not when I realized I was in love with-”

“Don’t.” He replied coldly. “Don’t do that. Don’t spit bullshit at me, Y/N. You’ve done enough.”

“I’m not bullshitting you, Daveed. I never lied to you. Every time I told you I loved you, I meant every word. It was all completely authentic. The kisses, the smiles, the laughs, the feelings, none of it was fake for me. The more I got to know you, the more I began to forget about my job. That’s how it was from day one. When we started dating, none of it mattered to me anymore because I had you.” You said, trying to hold eye contact with him. “Please, Daveed, you have to believe me.”

“How am I supposed to know that for sure?”

You sighed, knowing he was exactly right. He wouldn’t know for sure. “I know I should have never taken the job in the first place; It’s something only a horrible, terrible person would do. But at the time, I had nothing. No friends or family in the area, a tiny overpriced apartment, and a terrible low-paying job at TMZ that I thought was going to be my dream job. They kept telling me they were going to give me a position as an editor, but it never happened. I was in a dark place and I was desperate to move my rank up. Because I was tired of being slept on. I wanted to be someone, Daveed.” You said, close to breaking out into tears. “And this isn’t an excuse by any means for what I did to you. I’m not trying to justify what I did; I have no right to. And I’m sorry.”

“You said you never lied to me.” He stated after a few seconds, shaking his head. “You lied about your job. You just said you were a journalist, you didn’t specify which company you worked for. You never told me about your “deal” with your boss-”

“I didn’t lie. I just left those details out-”

Daveed scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning his head to look the other way.

“-but I was gonna tell you! I swear to God I was going to tell you! You saw the headline before I had the chance.”

“You had plenty of chances, Y/N.” He said, turning back to you. His eyes were swimming with emotion; any trace of the anger you had seen before had suddenly vanished and been replaced with hurt.

Silence consumed the vacant space between you and Daveed, leaving you both to simmer in your thoughts. Daveed had his eyes shut as he hung his head, trying to keep himself together. When you caught his gaze, his eyes were glistening with tears. Seeing him like this hurt you deeply.

“I was scared, D.” You whispered softly, now on the brink of tears again. Your voice held every emotion you had felt since that night. “I was afraid that this was going to happen between us, so I waited…but it happened anyway and everything still got fucked up.”

He stayed silent and you let your tears fall before you wiped them away with your- Daveed’s jacket sleeve. Nothing was audible except for the sound of Daveed’s shaky breathing and your sniffs from crying.

“I’m so so sorry, Daveed. You don’t deserve any of this, you deserve so much better.” Your voice was quiet and broken. “This is all my fault, you have every right to hate me. God, even I hate me right now. I’m such a terrible human being-”

“Stop.” Daveed interrupted you, making you shut up immediately. “What you did was cruel, but you’re not a terrible person. I know that’s not true.”

The tears continued to fall down your face despite his attempt to make you feel better.

This situation was so fucked up. You wished you could erase everything that had happened between you two. You wished you could go back to before everything got fucked up between you and Daveed. Everything had been amazingly perfect then.

“Yo, get your own slice, Mooch.” Daveed teased, snatching his slice of pizza out of your grasp before you could take another bite. You were watching Pirates of the Caribbean in Daveed’s apartment and you were too lazy to get up from the couch to get another slice of pizza from his kitchen.

You frowned when he confiscated the pizza but raised an eyebrow at the teasing nickname he called you. “Did you just call me ‘Smooch’?”

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow at you. “Mooch,” he corrected you with a mouth full of pizza.

“Mooch?”

He nodded, swallowing his food. “You know, someone who takes stuff from people and never gives anything in return?”

“Are you saying that I never give back?”

“Well, whenever you steal my food-”

“-which has only been a few times,” you cut in.

“-yeah, pretty much.” He finished simply.

You gave him a look before a smirk appeared on your face. You moved your body over his lap to straddle him, moving his plate onto the side table.

“Fine, then I guess I’ll have to repay you for everything I’ve ever stolen.” You replied, hovering your lips over his.

“In that case, you’ll have to pay me extra because I’m pretty sure you stole my heart.” He smiled, lifting a hand up to rest on your hip.

“Wow, I never knew Daveed Diggs could be so cheesy.”

Your comment made him laugh before he leaned in to kiss you.

“Shut up, Mooch.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Y/N, I can’t forgive you.” Daveed whispered. The words pained him to say out loud. “You know that, right?”

You swallowed hard, looking away from him as you heard the words you were dreading to hear. You knew it was coming…you just didn’t expect it to hit you this hard. But you stood your ground as best as you could. You knew you had to stay strong.

“I know.” You whispered back, holding back another sob.

“I’m sorry.” The words came out softly, as if he on the verge of a sob as well.

It took you a few seconds to respond back. “You have nothing to be sorry for, D.“ You sniffed. “Not your fault.”

After that none of you spoke for a while, leaving you alone with your thoughts. That’s when you came to the realization that you actually couldn’t see things getting any better between you two. There was no fixing this any time soon, it was just too much. You wished so badly that things could go back to normal, but you knew that couldn’t happen.

You were both too broken.

[buckywintersoldierbarnes2017]

I Will Protect You.

Request from anon: Can I request a Bucky x reader? Reader is under the protection of the avengers because of an attempt on her life by hydra agents. So she's kept at the compound with most of the team. While there, Bucky flirts and uses his old 40s charm on her cause it makes her blush. When she can't sleep she meets him in the kitchen and he finally asks her out and they end up making out half the night.

Note: I really enjoyed writing this so thank you to whoever sent in the request! Oh and if anyone is wondering which sci-fi show is very briefly mentioned it is ‘Doctor Who’ :)

Bucky x Reader

Words:

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

You could see right down the barrel of the gun that was being pointed at your face and although the men currently surrounding you were clearly communicating with one another you couldn’t make out a single word as the thumping of your heart filled your ears.

You should have been pleading with them to spare your life, doing something that would prevent them from pulling that trigger, but you were frozen to the spot and incapable of anything.

“Hail Hydra.”

Those two words were powerful enough to cut through the deafening thump of your heart and they were the last thing you heard before a gunshot sounded out….

                                                * * * * * * * * * *

Your scream rang out around the room as you shot up in your bed, sweat dripping from your brow, and your chest heaving with your unsteady breaths.

This was the fourteenth night in a row where you had suffered with nightmares from the attack on you by Hydra agents and they weren’t getting any easier to handle. The Avengers had saved your life that day but one of the agents had escaped, which meant that he was still out there and he could try coming for you again at any moment.

The heroes themselves knew that this was possible which is why they had given you refuge in Stark Tower with their constant protection. Most people would have killed to live in the same building as such incredible people but you would much rather have a normal life without the constant fear of it being taken from you in an horrific way.

“Miss [l/n] are you feeling well? I sensed a high level of stress coming from your room.”

The voice, although familiar, still startled you and for a few brief moments you didn’t reply as you waited for your racing heart to settle back down again. It was still rather odd, even now, to find yourself having an actual conversation with a computer.

“Miss [l/n]?”

“I’m okay FRIDAY. Just having some bad dreams that’s all. Is Bucky awake at all?”

Out of all the members of the team Bucky was the one you had grown the closest too. It surprised everyone around you, given how he didn’t like to socialise with people he didn’t know all that well, but none of them were going to put a stop to whatever it was developing between the two of you. They were happy that not only was he opening up to someone but that you felt safe enough here to be around others.

“I have already informed him of your high stress levels and he is waiting for you in the kitchen area.”

“Oh. Why did….Why did you do that?”

“I have noticed that every night when you have trouble sleeping you always end up meeting with Mr Barnes and feeling better afterwards therefore I concluded that you would want the same tonight.”

There you had been thinking you couldn’t be any more impressed with the system Tony Stark had created and yet you were currently sat there completely flabbergasted at the fact that she had noticed such a thing.

“Thank you FRIDAY.”

“You are most welcome Miss [l/n]”

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The kitchen was on the level below your room so it took you a couple of minutes to make your way down there after wrapping a thin cardigan around you for some warmth. This ‘nightly get-together’ had happened by complete accident the first night you were here when you had woken from one of your nightmares and wandered down to the kitchen for a glass of water. Bucky had been sat there when you wandered in, after having a bad night himself, and the two of you after a rather uncomfortable silence started talking to one another.

It wasn’t always about the reason you were awake, or even anything all that interesting, it was just a conversation to keep both of your minds pre-occupied…and it worked every time because after a few hours you would find yourself drifting off into an easy sleep.

Before you had even stepped foot through the door you could hear the clatter of cutlery and immediately a smile began to tug its way onto your tired face. You didn’t need to see what he was doing to know that he was pouring some cereal out for the two of you; no doubt your favourite too…fruit loops! That had been your number one cereal since you were a kid and it hadn’t taken him long to learn this.

You wandered into the dimly lit room just as he was pulling the cereal down from the cupboard. His back was towards you and so to avoid startling him you cleared your throat to alert him of your presence.

“Hey Bucky.”

He spun around on his heels and immediately his face lit up with a genuine smile, one that seemed to stretch from ear to ear, but it didn’t hide the worry in his sharp blue eyes….they betrayed him straightaway.

“[y/n] it’s good to see you. I figured you could do with a bowl of your favourite.”

“You know me too well.”

A small laugh escaped your lips as you jumped up onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar and moved a bowl closer to you. The second he opened the box you could smell the sweetness of the dried marshmallows begin to fill the room; something which must have reminded your stomach that you hadn’t eaten in a while because it rumbled rather loudly.

“Have you not eaten today?”

“Of course. I just….” Truth be told a single morsel of food hadn’t passed your lips throughout the day, your nightmares from the previous night causing you to lose your appetite, but he was worried enough about you as it was….you didn’t want to make that worse. “…I guess I have just become so used to this that my body now thinks it needsto eat at this time.”

“You are a bad liar doll, you know that right?”

You had never been one for pet names, pulling a face at any that were ever sent your way, but the one Bucky used was different. Instead of making you feel like a possession, or a piece of meat, it made you feel safe and secure. Of course he had probably said it to a lot of girl’s back in the 30’s but right now he was saying it to you and to you alone…the only problem with him saying it was that it seemed to break down every wall you try to put up….

….including the one you had just built in regards to your eating habits that day.

“Fine. I haven’t eaten anything but I just, I don’t know, it’s not the easiest thing to do when my life is on the line. These Hydra people are everywhere Bucky. There’s nothing stopping them from storming this building and coming for me right now.”

The cereal fast became his last priority as he moved around the breakfast bar so that he could place both of his hands onto your cheeks. It was the strangest sensation to feel both hot and cold at the same time and the smallest of shudders passed through your whole body as your eyes locked onto his. A soft chuckle escaped him when he felt this reaction from you but he held back the sarcastic remark that was just dying to roll from his lips and his facial expression fell more serious.

“I’m stopping them [y/n]. I will always stop them.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words and already you could feel the sting of your tears beginning to come to the front of your eyes. You knew that everyone here would protect you but with the others you felt like a job more than anything….with Bucky, however, you genuinely felt like he truly cared for you and would even risk his life to keep you safe.

“You have enough on your plate….I don’t want you to be worrying about me.”

“Too late.” Before you could say another word he moved his hands away from your cheeks so that he could wrap them both around yours and pull you off the seat you had been so comfortably sat on. “Come on, I have another way to help you sleep tonight.”

It was an innocent statement but you couldn’t stop the onslaught of thoughts that started to play out in your mind of just what he may have meant. It was probably something you shouldn’t have been thinking about but he was beautiful; just a simple look from him always seemed to get your heart racing. You had never acted upon it though because there was no way on this earth someone like him could fall for someone as messed up as you.

He walked you over to the centre of the room before holding up a single finger to signal for you to wait a moment as he switched on the cd player.

“This was one of my favourite songs back in the early 40’s, before I went off to the war, Glenn Miller….” The song started to play out quietly around you and you instantly recognised it. You were hardly an expert on the music from that decade but thanks to a certain sci-fi show you had heard it hundreds of times and each time it would ignite something inside of you. “….’Moonlight Serenade.”

He was back in front of you only this time your bodies were flush up against one another’s and while his metal arm rested on your waist his flesh hand wrapped around yours as he started to move the two of you from side to side gently. His chin rested itself onto your shoulder so that his lips were close to your ear as he spoke.

“I always knew it would end up being even more special to me….once I found the perfect person to dance to it with. I really like you [y/n].”

Those last few words had you stopping as your body froze to the spot. This had to have been a dream….one of the ones that eventually melted away into something horrible once it started to make you so happy. But after a minute or so of silence you were still stood here with him. There were no nasty men lurking in the shadows, no guns being pointed in your face, it was just you and the man you had been gradually falling head over heels with. Nothing was coming to destroy this moment for you.

“You have made me feel like I can be happy again, that I can allow myself to become this close to someone, I know you didn’t come he-“

You pulled away slightly but only so that you could place a single finger onto his lips to quieten him. His words were sending you up to cloud nine, pumping a wave of excitement through you, but you needed to say this to him before you lost the nerve to.

“I really like you too. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you in my life James Buchanan Barnes but my god I am so happy that I have you.”

Once the words had finally left your lips you felt a sudden surge of confidence hit you and that was when you drove your lips onto his. You had only ever imagined this moment so when your lips finally connected with his you were amazed at just how good it felt….how amazing he tasted. You didn’t even need to worry about whether he was going to pull away from you or not because instantly he was deepening the kiss. His hand snaked up from your waist and didn’t stop until it was nestled at the back of your neck.

A satisfied groan vibrated against your lips as it left him which caused the same reaction to come from you.

The music continued to play out around you but by now your own senses had completely drowned it out as everything else seemed to go into overdrive.

Then the annoying need for air started to hit your lungs and despite neither of you wanting to your broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his as you resumed the slow dancing you had been doing before the long overdue kiss. You couldn’t stop smiling and given the look on Bucky’s face he couldn’t either.

The two of you were going through hell, facing things that no one should ever have to, but through it all you had each other and that was all that mattered to you.

“You really are quite the charmer.”

“Only for you doll.”

Neither of you ended up sleeping that night, instead choosing to stay in the other’s arms, even when the song had stopped you didn’t move away and your lips would meet often as you continued to enjoy the new level your relationship had gone to.

With Bucky in your life Hydra were never going to win….

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A Tradition to Share

Title : A Tradition to Share

Author : @wvnchxstxr

Characters : Sam x Sister!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader

Word Count : 1628

Warnings : profanity, fluff

Summary : You are forced onto the road after receiving coordinates from your dad. But, it’s also your birthday and it seems to be forgotten. That is, until the boys surprise you, and you reminisce with Sam in return.

A/N Note : Wow, this one got away from me, but I enjoyed this one very much. It was a lot of fun to do. This is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge. My prompt was “I can’t believe this. They fucking forgot my birthday” from the movie Sixteen Candles. It doesn’t really have any romance since it’s a sister!reader, but it’s definitely fluffy. This is set during season 1, shortly after Dean pulled Sam away from college.

     “Rise and shine, Y/N. Time to move on out.” Sam pulled the covers off of your sleepy body while Dean opened the curtains of the dingy motel room to let the sunshine hit your face. You groaned and rolled over, putting your pillow over your head.

    “Nope, not happening, sweetheart.” Dean pulled the pillow away from your head.

    “What the hell, Dean? You guys are mean.” You sat up and crossed your arms in front of your chest. It was still relatively early in the morning and you didn’t understand why they were telling you to get up.

    “You know the drill. Dad gave us more coordinates. Get dressed. We gotta go.”

    You groaned once more and got up, moving to your bag. Digging through it, you found your last clean t-shirt and your favorite pair of skinny jeans, the ones that hugged your ass in the right places. You also pulled out a flannel and your letterman jacket. “Give me five minutes.” You grabbed your phone from off the couch and continued into the bathroom.

    You turned your phone on and pressed play to your favorite playlist. You quickly got dressed and put your hair into a messy bun on the top of your head. There was no need to look good since the day would probably be filled completely with driving. You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You were pretty, but the years on the road and the junk food did not treat you kindly. It didn’t really bother you though. You liked being with your brothers, no matter how annoying they were.

    A knock on the door startled you. “Coming, Y/N?”

    “Yeah, sorry.” You picked up your phone, turning your music off. It wasn’t until then you saw the date. Your birthday. Your eighteenth birthday, to be exact. You’d almost forgotten about it. “Huh. I’m getting old.” You opened the door to the bathroom and grabbed your bag, ready to face a day in the Impala.

    An hour or close goes by and you leaned  forward, striking up a conversation. “Hey, what day is it?”

    “Wednesday.”

    “Yeah, I know that, but what’s the date?”

    “Y/B/M Y/B/D.”

    “Does that day mean anything to you guys?”

    Both your brothers shrug. “No. Not really.”

    You sighed and sat back in your seat. ‘I can’t believe this,’ you thought to yourself. ‘They fucking forgot my birthday.’ You looked out the window for a while before you grabbed your earbuds from your bag. You plugged them in before turning your music on full blast, drowning out the purr of the Impala’s engine. You closed your eyes and got lost in the music, finally listening to something that wasn’t released before 1975. You hummed along before you were overcome by sleep.

You woke up to Dean pulling out your earbuds and opening the door. “Get out of the car, sleepyhead. We’ve got a job to do.” He grabbed your hands and helped you out of the car. The sun was low in the sky so you figured it was around six thirty. That meant you were sleep for nearly ten hours. Great. You just wasted half of your birthday sleeping. There were worse ways to spend your birthday. Like, your fourteenth birthday was spent hunting a wendigo and almost got Dean and yourself killed before Sam came in and torched the thing.

You walked around to the back of the Impala to grab your bags, but Dean stopped you. “Already taken care of. Just get in the room.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the key from Dean. The lock opened and you pushed to the door open. You looked up to see balloons everywhere and a homemade “Happy Birthday Y/N” banner hanging up over the beds. You smiled widely and turned around to see Sam and Dean lighting candles on top of a cake. You covered your smile with your hands. “You guys remembered.”

“Of course, we did. You’re our little sister, we have to remember.” Sam kissed your forehead and moved out of your way.

You blew out your candles, thinking of your wish; a wish you knew wouldn’t come true, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“So, the whole thing in the car about today was to get me upset and make me think you guys forgot about my birthday? And Dad didn’t really give us coordinates? That was just to get me out of bed?”

“That’s exactly what it was. And you falling asleep worked out in our favor because we were able to get everything ready without you getting suspicious.” Sam answered.

“Yeah, it’s not everyday your little sister turns eighteen now, is it?” Dean laughed.

“Thank you. Seriously, thank you. I don’t remember the last time I had a birthday party if I ever did. I mean it. You guys are the best.” You hugged your big brothers, wrapping your arms around their middles. They hugged you back, each kissing your head. You let go before it got awkward. “Who wants cake?”

The rest of the night was filled with cake, alcohol, and laughter. Jokes were thrown back and forth, memories of hunts were brought up, and all in all, a hell of a good time.

Later, when the boys were asleep, you snuck out of the room and climbed on top of your brother’s beloved car and looked up at the stars, a birthday tradition of yours. You looked for the constellations you knew and tried to discover new ones. You watched shooting stars go by, your imagination taking flight. You relaxed, letting your mind go blank, and watched the night sky twinkle around you.

“Y/N? What are you doing out here?” Your thoughts were interrupted with a groggy, concerned voice.

“Hey, Sammy. I’m just watching the stars. Would you like to join me?” You took Sam’s answer as a yes when you felt the car dip slightly under his weight. Sam slid next to you and watched the sky with you.

“Why are you awake?”

“I always watch the stars on my birthday. Since I was seven.”

“Huh.. I didn’t know that.”

“Really? I thought you knew I liked astronomy.”

“I knew you liked astronomy, but I didn’t know you did this.”

“It’s just a thing I like to do whenever I get the chance.”

“How often do you do this?”

“The nights I can’t sleep. Or the nights that Dean’s still at the bar and I have to wait in the car. That’s actually when it first started.” You chuckled softly at the memory. “Dean wanted a night out. I was like five, and you were seven. Dean couldn’t leave us alone, per Dad’s orders. But, he wanted to see his ‘girlfriend’, so he took us with. You were grumbling the whole way, called him a jerk. I was little and didn’t know any better so I grabbed his hand and followed him wherever. I still do that.” Another giggle. “When we got there, he told us to wait outside, and he climbed into the window. You just laid down in the grass with me, covering me up with your jacket. We waited, and you ended up falling asleep. When you did, I looked up at the sky and started star gazing. First time ever. It was magical.”

“Hey. I actually remember that. It wasn’t until early the next morning that Dean climbed back out to take us back to the motel room. You ended up getting very sick, with pneumonia, I think. Dad was furious with him.”

“Mhmm. I spent a week in the hospital. Dean felt awful and he stayed by my bed nearly the whole time.”

“Dad started leaving us at Bobby’s after that.”

“Yeah. He had to make sure we wouldn’t get into any more trouble.”

Sam laughed. “We weren’t the problem. Dean was.”

You giggled. “I know. But, I liked it at Bobby’s. He taught me about cars and guns. He even got me my very first pistol when I was eleven.”  

“Dad was pissed at that, too. He didn’t want you growing up in the life, but it was kinda inevitable. I mean, you’re a fucking Winchester for God’s sake.”

You nodded. You were a Winchester and nothing was going to change that. You knew everything about everything by the age of thirteen. You were a hunter, there was no denying it. You and your brothers were pretty damn good at it too. You took pride in your job, even if it wasn’t a prideful job. You’ve seen more shit than any one person would in their lifetime and you were only eighteen. But, you’ve saved more lives than doctors can imagine saving, and that was something to be proud of.

Sam looked at you before returning his gaze to the stars above. “You don’t remember this because you were still a baby, but Mom used to say that angels watch over us and say that the number of stars were the number of souls in Heaven. She said that when a star twinkled it was a loved one waving.”

You smiled, suddenly realizing your fascination with stars came from your mother. You felt comforted by this thought, at peace. This felt right.

You watched the stars with your brother by your side and nothing could be better.

Your brother kept you company until the sun came up. When you two moved back inside, Dean was still asleep. Sam grabbed the car keys and said he was off to grab breakfast and coffee.

Before he left, he turned to you. “Thanks for sharing your tradition with me. I just might have to do it again next year.”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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