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[shaynawrites23]

Soulmate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Moodboard is by the wonderful @heloisedaphnebrightmore, go check out her fics as well! They’re every bit as beautiful as her moodboards 😉 And like an idiot, I forgot about the asks I sent 😂 so the header that I’m still in awe of is by @pcseidcnsvoid!

Word count: 1225

Prompt: Soulmate AU

Written for @marvelouslytrekking’s writing challenge!

Bucky Barnes had never despised his soulmate mark as much as he did now. He examined his right hand, turning it round and round. The palm, his whole palm was pitch black. Before the war, before the fall, it didn't bother him.

Now the sight terrified him. For all he knew the reason his palm was black was because he would strike her, either by accident, or after a nightmare, or perhaps sometime when he was not entirely himself.

For that very reason, Bucky avoided meeting new people if he could help it. After all the heinous crimes he committed under Hydra's command, he couldn't bear the thought of harming the one person he was supposed to love- and who was supposed to love him unconditionally- with his own hand. If he had to live through that, he was sure it would kill him.

"Buck? We've got a new recruit, you coming?" Steve's head poked around the corner and Bucky felt a sudden urge to throw a pillow at his stupid, cheerful face.

"No."

The blond heaved a sigh, disappearing from his view and for a moment, Bucky actually thought he might've given up. Of course not. He should have known, Steve never gave up that easily.

"Buck, it's not good for you too stay holed up in this tower, barely seeing other people. Bruce was watching this documentary the other day discussing humans' social needs, and I caught some of it. It was quite interesting. Apparently we are social creatures, and we need contact with others in order to be health.... Buck?"

The man in question had tuned out Steve's speech, instead engrossed in a book. Or at the very least, pretending to be.

"I know you're not actually reading that book."

"And how do you know that, Steve?" Bucky's expression could easily be compared to that of a parent peppered with incessant questions from a toddler.

"If you were, you would know it's titled How to Meet Your Soulmate."

Steve burst into laughter as the brunet instantly dropped the book like he would a hot coal. He then found himself on the receiving end of the infamous Winter Soldier glare, but it didn't stop him.

"Fine, I'll go to your stupid meeting. Punk."

                                            ~

He could hear the laughter in the common room before he even stepped out of the elevator. Steve, oblivious to his friend's inner turmoil, led the way into the group of Avengers circled around someone like pack animals do to protect their young.

The new recruit was a woman. Of course.

His eyes met hers and she smiled, extending her hand for him to shake.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N)!"

"Bucky."

When he made no move to take her hand, she put it back down, seemingly unbothered by his brusqueness.

"Hey, Tin Man, be nice to (Y/N), alright? She's gonna be your buddy on missions, what with you both being snipers and all." Tony slung an arm around her shoulders and she playfully shoved him off.

Great. Partners.

                                            ~

Despite Bucky's curt replies whenever she asked him questions or attempted to have a conversation with him, she didn't get bored and give up. On the contrary, she doubled her efforts to befriend him. On top of that, it seemed to be working. Bucky found himself warming up to her, and that terrified him.

                                            ~

You couldn't sleep. You had just returned from a mission, with Bucky as your partner of course, and as usual he hadn't uttered a single word more than he needed to. Funny, if it had been anyone else, you'd have stopped trying to approach them, but you felt a certain pull to him. Like... like you were meant to get closer to him.

Sighing, you slipped on a pair of socks and padded out of your room. Maybe a nice cup of herbal tea would help you drift off. You yawned, stepping into the elevator, thoughts swarming your mind.

Why was Bucky shutting you out? You knew what kind of terrible things he'd been through, and you knew he felt most comfortable with Steve. But why did he seem closer to the rest of the team than to you? Were you making him uncomfortable? Maybe...

Upon entering the kitchen, you quickly shielded your eyes from the bright light. Apparently you weren't the only one who couldn't sleep.

Blinking rapidly, you allowed your eyes to adjust to the brightness, scanning your surroundings for whichever one of your teammates was still up.

Oh.

You spotted a tall figure, his muscular back facing you. What was it with guys and walking around shirtless? You saw a flash of metal, the familiar whirring of the plates in his arm following soon after.

He turned around to face you and you gulped. You never denied how hot he actually was, but ever since you were young you vowed to save yourself for your soulmate.

"Hey, Bucky. Couldn't sleep?"

He shook his head no. You stepped closer to him in order to turn the kettle on and you didn't miss the way he shied away from you. Just slightly. But you noticed.

"Me neither. Somehow I'm never able to sleep after missions, so I always come make myself tea." You stood on the tips of your toes, reaching for your favorite mug. "It helps."

When he didn't reply, you turned to face him in concern. Bucky was leaning against the counter, staring blankly out the window.

"Bucky? Are you okay?"

“Huh? Yeah, fine,” he muttered, shaking himself out of his daze.

“Do I... do I make you uncomfortable?”

“What? No! Is that what you thought?”

You nodded, and he facepalmed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just tend to avoid people out of habit.”

“It’s alright. I just wanted to know.” You smiled at him, picking up your mug of tea. “It’s late. I should leave you alone. We can talk in the morning.”

You took a couple of steps in the direction of the elevator only to be stopped by a warm hand wrapping around your arm. It sent tingles through your entire body, like tiny electric shocks, though the sensations were rather pleasant.

Sucking in a breath, you turned back towards him. It was the first time he’d reached out to you, either to touch you or talk to you. Your eyes met his electrifying blue ones, eyes that portrayed the same shock you felt. His flesh hand remained wrapped around your arm and he didn’t seem inclined to let go anytime soon. If anything, his grip on you tightened.

“Oh my god.” You were the first to react, setting your tea aside on the counter and reaching up tentatively to brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He didn’t flinch at your touch like you thought he might and you mentally did a little happy dance.

“You’re my soulmate,” you both breathed in unison, the realization finally sinking in.

Bucky released his hold on you, examining his palm in disbelief. The black had given way to an array of colors, shining like the Aurora Borealis. He reached for you, as if asking for a hug and you gladly let him embrace you, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“I’m so, so glad I met you this way,” he murmured into your hair.

“Soulmate.”

Whoo I’m really on a roll here! I hope you enjoyed reading my sudden burst of inspiration!

[versdan]

Photograph (College!Carol Danvers x Reader)

summary: Stumbling across certain photographs makes you reminice about how you met the love of your life.

a/n: this is for @marvelouslytrekking ‘s writing challenge!! Congrats again babes! This was super fun to right as well, I freakin’ love college au’s lmao. It’s sorta like looking back on the college years. Anywho! I hope you guys enjoy & sorry for any typos! Requests are open! <3

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Reader

au: College

flashbacks are in italics

please don’t plagerize/repost my work! x

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You walked into your room, holding a pile of folded boxes, mapping out where you were going to start first since you had a lot of belongings. Sighing, you placed the boxes on the floor before making your way over to your bed, folding up the sheets to pack first.

You were currently packing to move into a shared apartment with your girlfriend Carol. After being together for a few years, you both decided it would be the right time for it. You both had met in college, starting out as friends until it got serious towards the end of your four years where you both realized it was a mutual feeling of love between the both but of course, all of your friends knew this.

Looking under the bed to make sure you didn’t forget to pack anything important from under there, you saw a small wooden box pushed towards the back of the bed, near the wall. Confused, you reached under and pulled it out, placing it ontop of the bed when the memory of what this box was flooded into your head.

You had bought this box during the beginning of your sophomore year, wanting to put the most memorable moments of college to keep forever. Smiling to yourself, you opened the box and the first thing ontop was a picture that Carol had taken of you, making a silly face next to a statue. The memory of that night flooded your mind.

-

You laughed at something Carol said when you looked up and saw the statue of the university’s first president and you got the best idea, or so you thought. You climbed up, Carol watching and making sure you wouldn’t fall off.

“Can I ask what you’re doing or...” Carol asked, standing behind you as you climbed up successfully and stood next to the statue. You looked down at Carol and nodded.

“I’m just hanging out with my boyfriend, ya know, nothing too weird” you joked, grabbing onto the hand of the statue as you let out a giggle. You both were on your way back to the dorms after a party and to say you weren’t a bit tipsy would be a lie.

“Seems picture worthy, can I? You know, for the memory” Carol joked back as you let out a laugh and nodded your head. She reached into her bag and pulled out a disposable camera you and her had bought, wanting to capture any moment. Snapping the picture, she put the camera away and helped you down before looking at you. You stopped smiling and looked back at her.

“What?” You asked, looking from her eyes to her lips as she was mimicking the same move. Before words left her mouth, it began to pour rain on the both of you. Gasping, you screamed grabbing Carol’s hand and running back to the dorms.

Carol wanted to kiss you in that moment. The moment you seemed so care free and that was the moment she knew she had fallen hard for you.

-

Smiling, you pushed the picture to the side and saw a photo booth picture strip of you, Carol and Wanda and this was when you first had realized you had developed feelings for Carol.

-

“That movie was a bust” Wanda sighed, taking a sip of her drink before tossing it in the trash.

“Just because you hid your face the entire time, doesn’t mean it was a bust” you laughed at her as she rolled her eyes and nudged your shoulder. You three had just watched a horror movie that only you and Carol agreed on and dragged Wanda to watch.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you didn’t love the jumpscares!” Carol said, poking Wandas side as she jumped slightly before hitting her shoulder as well.

“You both know how much I hate scary movies. I can’t believe I got roped into it” she sighed, looking around before her face lit up at the sight of a photo booth.

“Ooo! Can we please take pictures?” She asked, turning to you both as you looked at each other. You shrugged your shoulders at Carol, taking a sip from your drink, smiling before she looked at Wanda.

“Come on, this can be you making it up to me for dragging me to watch that movie” she smiled at Carol as she sighed.

“Alright, I guess” Carol said as Wandas smile grew before she dragged you both to the photo booth, squeezing inbetween you, before pressing the button to start the pictures.

The first two were silly faces, all three of you laughing at how weird you guys looked. You had put up two fingers behind Wandas head during the second picture which caused her to gasp and laugh at the gesture. The third picture was a serious picture or how Wanda had said a “model” pose. After the picture was taken, you all couldn’t decide on the next pose to do.

“Let’s just smile, can’t go wrong with a smile” Wanda said, posing for the picture as the countdown started. You looked over to Carol who was already looking at you as you both smiled at each other as the picture snapped. Looking down, you looked at te screen that said the pictures were being printed which luckily three strips were going to be printed for each of you to keep.

Grabbing the strips, you were looking over the photos as you saw the last one and you felt you stomach do a small flip. It had captured the perfect moment between you both which made you smile softly.

“You lovebirds just took over the last picture while I looked this cute” Wanda said, looking at the photo strip and winking at you. You looked over to Carol who looked at you before looking down and blushing slightly.

-

You felt as if you were reliving every single moment while going through the small box. Everything in here held a memory you knew you were grateful for, even if you were a bit older now and things were changing.

You continued to look through the box when you found a concert ticket and wristband from the night that you and Carol finally got together. Finally admitted your feelings for each other

-

Walking into the small venue, you and Carol had decided to take the night after finals week to go see a small band at the venue near campus. It was also your final semester before going into your senior year of college so it was almost like a celebratory night as well.

The venue was packed for such a small band to play but you had heard good things about their music so you were pretty excited.

On the other hand, Carol had decided that tonight would be the night she finally confessed to you about how she feels. Wanda had previously told her that you felt the same for Carol but she still couldn’t believe it until she heard from you how you truly felt.

“Do you want to hang by the bar? Or go towards the middle of the crowd?” You asked, turning to Carol as she was lost in thought before looking at you and registering what you said.

“We can go towards the middle of the crowd, I don’t mind” she said, being pulled out of her thoughts and smiling before you gave her a confused thought. You wanted to make sure everything was okay with her.

“Alright. Just stay close, I don’t want to lose you” you smiled at her, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the crowd. Although it was a small gesture, she loved having the feeling of your hand in hers, even if it was for a short time it was like that.

After a few minutes, the band came on and began playing their music which, like everyone said, was pretty good. You and Carol wer swaying and jumping to the songs, laughing everytime you’d bump into each other.

The song ended and then the band began to play a slow song as everyone began to sway side to side and you and Carol followed suit.

She took this as the opportunity to make her move. Carol turned to look at you as you watched the band sing and play the song before looking over to Carol and smiling at her.

“What?” You asked before Carol pressed her lips against yours. At first it took you by surprise but then you realized what was happening and began to kiss back before Carol pulled back.

“I’m- sorry I just. I really like you and I had to make a move and it’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, it’s totally understandable and-“ you was cut off by you pulling her back in for another kiss by her shirt.

You pulled back and smiled at her. “I like you too, Carol” you said as she smiled at you before pressing a small kiss on your forehead, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you close while swaying together again to the music.

-

“(Y/N)?” Carol said, coming into the doorway about to ask you where you packed something when she saw you looking through the small box and holding concert tickets. You looked up at her, a small tear rolling down your face as you wiped it away, giving her a small smile.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, walking up to you and taking ahold of your hand. You looked from the ticket then up to her.

“Nothing, I’m just-“ you started before letting out a breath. “Reminiscing” you smiled at her as she gave you a sad smile before looking at the ticket and realizing what the ticket was to.

“That was the best night of my life, you know” she said, wrapping her arms around you, stepping behind you and leaning her chin on your shoulder. “The day I finally made a move” she finished as you closed your eyes, taking in the moment.

“It was the best day of mine too, besides the day we met of course” you said, leaning your head against hers softly, as she placed a small kiss onto your neck. You felt her pull back slightly.

You turned to look at her, placing your arms on her shoulders, looking at her and smiling. “I love you, you know” you said as she nodded placing a kiss to your forehead.

“And I love you. Forever” she said, looking at you before pressing her lips against yours. You were grateful for every memory you’ve made with Carol and today was just the start of so many more to come.

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[lamburrito]

Lost and Found

A/N: So this is for @marvelouslytrekking 's challenge! First of all, jey I managed in time! But also of course: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIMS!

I hope you enjoy this little thing I managed to write!

Prompt: "I lost him"

Pairing: Geraskier/Reader (Established)

Words: 1,2k

Warning: swear words

No beta reader

You were relaxing on the bed, reading through the notes you made about the last adventure - or job, if you're asked Geralt - and comparing them to Jaskier's, when your favourite Witcher, and yes, you knew more than one, bursted into the room. 

Startled you looked up. If Geralt came in like this, something must have happened. 

Geralt definitely looked nervous, well, as nervous as a Witcher allowed himself to look. 

Quickly you put the notebook aside and stood up. "What happened?" you questioned alarmed, but still trying to keep calm. Maybe it actually wasn't something bad. Maybe Jaskier had just riled your boyfriend up with one of his antics. Speaking of Jaskier….

"I lost him."

You blinked and looked up at Geralt, who looked back at you like he couldn't believe it himself. 

"I beg your pardon?" you replied slowly. 

This had to be a stupid joke. Although Geralt would be the last person to do something like this. On the other hand, Jaskier would come up with such a stupid idea and he also could be very convincing. Honestly, since Geralt had let the bard braid an unbelievable amount of flowers into his hair, you were sure the mighty White Wolf would let Jaskier do anything that wouldn't put him into immediate danger. 

"I lost him." Geralt repeated, obviously not happy about this whole situation, "I lost Jaskier. Some old hag distracted me, telling me about the wannabe werewolf, namely her son and when I turned back to where Jaskier last stood, he was gone!"

"Couldn't you, you know, find him through scent?" you asked. 

The Witcher huffed "Do you really think I didn't try? I walked an hour or so over that damn market! But that place is so full of scents and noises I could barely concentrate on one."

At this you let out a sigh. It was no secret to you or Jaskier that Geralt could only tolerate such crowded places because of all his years of Witcher training and even with that he got a bad headache from it most of the time. 

You put a hand on his shoulder and gave the Witcher an encouraging smile. "Okay, let's go looking for him together then! Maybe he just got distracted , took a wrong turn and simply got lost."

"Yeah, or he got kidnapped because I was the one getting distracted." Geralt replied grumpy, but not the usual grumpy you grew so fond of, no, this was a distressed kind of grumpy. 

"Don't be so pessimistic." you replied, "Sure, there is a chance, that he had been kidnapped. But I highly doubt it, because it's hard to imagine someone really managed to get Jaskier without you noticing." 

"You have too much faith in me." 

"No, you have too little faith in yourself." you stated.

With that said you put on your boots and then took Geralt's hand, dragging him outside, to start searching for your boyfriend. 

Of course you started on the market, asking the people if they'd seen Jaskier, seen where he went. 

It was concerning that only a few seemed to remember the bard. Jaskier was normally a person, who easily caught people's eyes. Colourful outfits, a bright personality and a melodic voice.... 

Still, you didn't thought about that fact too much. If Geralt really searched the market for an hour without success, Jaskier probably was gone from the market about the same time. In this time many new people came here, who logically haven't seen him. 

Some remembered Jaskier though and even could show you a direction. 

However, as you followed the leads, you still didn't find Jaskier. 

It wasn't surprising that this didn't lift Geralt's mood in the slightest. Quite the contrary. The Witcher hadn't spoken a word since you left the inn. He only glared and, you guessed, blaming himself more every minute Jaskier stayed lost. Probably also imaging all the bad things that could have happened to the young man.

You definitely needed to find him quickly.

Looking around, you hoped to find a clue to where Jaskier could have gone to. As you eyes fell onto a certain sign you suddenly remembered a conversation Jaskier and Geralt had a few days ago. 

"Hey Geralt!" you called, to get said man's attention. "Let's look inside the blacksmith's store." 

Gerat frowned. "Why?" he questioned, "Jaskier has no reason to go there, he doesn't even wear armor." 

Even though Geralt basically told him to all the time. To be honest, you were surprised, the Witcher hadn't just brought him an armor like he had gifted him a dagger. 

"Yeah, that may be true," you said, "but remember how he told you not too long ago that you need a new one or at least should repair yours?"

Geralt still wasn't convinced. "So he goes to a blacksmith without me?" 

You shrugged. "You can never know with him."

Now Geralt couldn't argue with that. So he sighed and together you walked over to the little store and entered. 

And really, there he stood: Jaskier. He looked relaxed but turned around when he heard the door open. 

When he saw the two of you he looked surprised. Still he smiled. "Ah, if these aren't my two favourite people! Missed me already?" 

"Missed you? We were fucking worried! Running off without a word, what did you think?" Geralt snapped.

You grimaced. 

Jaskier looked confused. "Running off...well, I guess, you could call it that. But I'd sent a the blacksmith's son to tell you where I am." 

"Hmm. He either didn't find me then or never planned on telling me." Geralt replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. However it was obvious that he was glad Jaskier was alive and well, even if he was still a little bit annoyed.

"I am sorry then. I never meant to trouble you this way." Jaskier replied honest. 

Geralt nodded and sighed. "Alright. But what are you even doing here?"

"Getting an armor of course." Now the bard was grinning. 

Again the Witcher frowned. "For whom?' 

"Me of course!" Jaskier exclaimed, "I mean, you always want me to wear some, right? So now I get one. From this day on you can't deny to get a new and better armor with the argument that I wear none at all." 

Geralt was taken aback by this and you couldn't help but chuckle. 

"What a great idea." You commented. 

Jaskier beamed. "Aren't my ideas always great?" 

"No." Geralt replied before you could. 

That caused Jaskier to pout, making you chuckle again. 

"So, you are really getting an armor and will actually wear it?" the Witcher asked.

The bard hummed. "Well, it's chainmail and I will wear it under my clothes but that's better than nothing, is it not?" 

"Yes it is." Geralt said and you could tell he meant it. 

However, now that the reason for Jaskier going to the blacksmith was explained, you had to ask:"But do you really have to wait till your armor is done? You could have gone back to the inn, right?" 

Jaskier grimaced. "Theoretically yes." 

Geralt raised an eyebrow. "And practically?"

"I didn't pay attention when I was led here and then I realized I didn't know the way back. I didn't want to get lost even more." Jaskier explained, "So I decided to stay here until I could ask the blacksmith or his son." 

Hearing this you just couldn't help but laugh, while Geralt sighed yet again.

In the end it was a rather normal day in the adventurous life of you and you two beloved partners.  

[locke-writes]

Forever and a Day

Author: locke-write

Title: Forever and a Day

Prompt: “Stay the night” x Bucky Barnes For: @marvelouslytrekking​ writing challenge

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,762

Marvel Taglist: @lotsoffandomimagines​ @lgbtonystarks​

I love you.

That's what most people referred to as the 'three little words'. It was such a colloquial way of referring to something that was potentially life changing yet these were not what you considered to be the 'three little words' at least not now, not anymore. Not after Bucky.

I love you. It seemed so trivial when it came to your relationship. You did love him, he did love you, but the words meant next to nothing. They were words with a force behind them, a driving force yet it was something that could, although it wasn't, be tossed aside. Love was important but they weren't 'the three little words', they weren't the life altering phrase that needed to be said to turn your world on its axis. No, there was only one set of words that seemingly defined your relationship.

Stay the night

For most of his life or at least for as long as he could remember Bucky had been under HYDRA's thumb. This wasn't something that one could get over in a few hours or even a few months. It took a long time and was going to be a constant struggle for him. Of course you had never received the full details of what he had undergone, Bucky hadn't said anything about it and you wouldn't push him to until he was ready, if he was ready. You wondered sometimes if he even remembered and hoped that he hadn't. Although he was working with memory specialists and a team of therapists there were just some things that you wished he would never remember.

The lingering pain, what he had done, what he was ordered to do. All that could at one point live in his head and would never leave him. It had taken time but with the right words of reassurance Bucky was slowly coming to see himself as someone other than who he'd been under HYDRA control.

I love you were words that could not take the pain away but the other three words were something different entirely. They were words that embraced the pain offering a sense of comfort and more importantly of understanding.

Stay the night.

Those were the three words that had changed your life. Those were the words that you suspected would forever continue to change your life.

Nightmares. They were frequent for Bucky something which he knew he was going to have to live with and yet he was forever trying to escape. Most of the time he was quiet about them, there was no reason to bring them up with anyone and no reason for anyone to know what went on inside his head when he slept — if he slept at all. Nightmares wouldn't affect his performance in training or on missions so for the most part he'd always felt the need to keep quiet about it.

Until you.

Bucky could never understand what it was about you that made him want to share everything with you. There were secrets he'd kept from Steve that he felt he needed to tell you, there were secrets that he wished for you to know. He wanted to bare his soul to you which was something he'd never felt before. He wanted to share all of himself with you although he couldn't possibly comprehend why.

Yet he did. Or at least he shared the nightmares with you.

Oddly it became some kind of ritual. It began after you found him reading in the common room of the Avengers compound, you'd never gone to bed having stayed up to continue working on a project that Bruce had asked you to contribute to. Now you were just hungry and there Bucky was, head buried in a book. One question had led to a multitude more until Bucky could tell that you needed rest, ushering you off to your room.

That night he spoke to you as he had never spoken to anyone. The nightmares that he'd had, the ones that brought him out of his room that night seemed oddly trivial to him when he spoke to you. They were frightening as they were built of memories from his time in HYDRA yet he hadn't yet realized that the fear he was feeling after you'd left for bed with the food you had come to the kitchen to get, was fear that you would be injured, hurt beyond the point of recovery.

The two of you hadn't been particularly close at the point of this conversation then suddenly Bucky realized he wanted to know everything there was to know about you. He couldn't fathom the sense of peace that came over him when near you. Bucky wondered if this same feeling had been felt by you. He wondered if he'd ever be given the chance to ask you this.

Nightmares, some were silent and others left him screaming.

You and Steve were the first to arrive by his door and you were ready to concede, to let Steve be the one to enter or to knock but he shook his head. It wasn't his place to disclose what he knew, primarily because he knew nothing only had gleamed assumptions. With a knock on the door your intentions were only to ease Bucky's suffering to listen if he wanted to talk or to read to him maybe if that is what he asked. Truthfully you didn't know what it was that was going to happen.

If you did you would have known what was going to happen for the rest of your life.

Bucky didn't want to talk, he didn't want to reveal what had happened in the nightmare. He couldn't bring himself to tell you that why he woke up screaming wasn't due to a HYDRA related nightmare it was due to a nightmare where you died and he was just out of reach. It was a position Bucky never wanted to find himself in, you in pain and him helpless. Yet he couldn't seem to get out the words, he couldn't seem to tell you how he felt. Instead the two of you talked, you asked him questions, basic information like what his favorite color was and what he liked eating for breakfast.

You talked and when all seemed good, when all felt right, you turned to leave. And then he grabbed your hand. And then you felt everything he wanted to say. And then he felt everything you wanted to say. And the words were spoken aloud for the first time.

Stay the night.

You did. He held you while you held him and the both of you drifted off.

This was from then on considered Day 1. You weren't officially counting the days you only wanted to remember the start.

Bucky would only confirm the nature of your relationship a month later. It wasn't so much as him asking you if you would date him but confirming that you had been together for the month and this wasn't a trick or an illusion, that this wasn't you being with him out of pity or some twisted game. He wanted to confirm that you were real, that what he had with you was indeed real. You only nodded and kissed him on the cheek as he wrapped an arm around you smiling to himself that yes, you were his and he was yours and day 1 had really been day 1.

The relationship was both quick and slow to progress. There were milestones, or rather what others considered milestones, that came earlier than some felt and some which came later. But outside opinion didn't matter, you didn't care. You knew Bucky, knew that what he said and what he did were genuine and so it didn't matter if he needed to take some things slow, it didn't matter if simultaneously he was rushing things along.

He'd told you he loved you six weeks into the relationship although he'd loved you the entire time he'd known you. You weren't afraid to say it back, it was easy with Bucky. It was six weeks in yet you were certain that you loved him, maybe even had a feeling for him that was greater than love as what you felt when you were with him was ultimately indescribable.

Day 1 had started it all. Stay the night had started it all. Perhaps it would continue and perhaps it would never cease. Perhaps this was it, this was your forever. You wouldn't mind if it was.

One year and six months in Bucky asked you to move in with him. Or well rather, he said the three words that meant more to either of you than anything and you kind of invited you to stay with him.

"Stay the night?"

"Yes. Hey Bucky?"

"Mhmm"

"I'm here all the time. Can't I just stay the night every night?"

He smiled before pressing a kiss to the top of your head and that had meant yes.

Three years and six months into your relationship Bucky started carrying a ring with him wherever he went. He knew there wasn't going to be a right time to propose to you but he kept waiting for one to appear. Steve had helped him pick out the ring and ever since had been struggling to keep the secret. He knew you would say yes, he kept telling Bucky that although Bucky knew you would. Or at least he hoped that you would.

Three years and eight months into your relationship Bucky finally got down on one knee. Kind of.

He was on the couch reading one of the books you'd suggested to him. After having your memory wiped for years and being used as a weapon there wasn't much time for reading so you'd given him a list of books that he should read or that you thought he might like. You passed him on the way back to the room to change as you'd been sparring with Sam for the last hour. Seeing Bucky sitting there you went and kissed him on the cheek, as you were walking away that's when he asked.

"Marry me?"

You stopped, unsure if what he had just said was meant to be heard or even meant to be the truth.

"What did you say" you turned to face him and saw that he did indeed mean it as he was on one knee with a ring in hand.

"How about this, stay the night, forever?"

"I'll do you one better. Forever and a day"

[ladyideal]

Our Love 3/3

Pairing: McKirk x Reader

Word Count: 11.5k (it spiraled away, I’m sorry.)

Warnings: Geez, where to begin. Lots of alcohol, lots of cursing, description of injuries, fighting, mild panic attack, major character death, really 95% angst, crying and sobbing. (Probably missed something, let me know if I do.)

Summary:  After three years with Leonard, and one year with Jim, both your boyfriends proposes to you during Jim’s bday. You said yes. With a new away mission, both Jim and Leonard were called down. Even though you had a bad feeling about it, you let them convince you it will be okay. It was not okay. Honestly, go read the story. 

A/N: Welp, here’s the end folks. And I’m quite at a loss of having typing down almost 12k words in this part. It’s long, but it’s worth the read, I promise. This has become my longest story ever, and I’m proud of it. Hope you like it still, @cuddlememerrick. I did tell you it was gonna break your heart. I chose “Close Your Eyes.” as my last prompt. You’ll only get 2k of fluff. That’s it.

Please get a box of tissues ready. I promise you’ll need them. 

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3

Jim confessed.

No, he wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t upset. In fact, he wasn’t feeling any of them. He loved you. He wanted you. He loved Len, and Len did too. After a talk with Leonard late one night, you and him agreed. Logically, two became three. 

Starfleet had mentioned no relationships with the direct superior, something that Spock continued to point out every time he gets the chance. Jim snorted, and waved it away. To hell with that rule, he said. There was no way that Starfleet could really enforce that rule without making several people upset.

Plus Jim was unorthodox that way. As a Captain, he wasn’t very strict with the rules, a more laid back attitude to them. Sure, it gave you problems and headaches when annual ship inspection came around. But it was worth it. 

It was worth having Jim as your Captain and now boyfriend. 

Since then, your relationships with your two boys have only gone up, and much better. It was double the fun, and double the love. It wasn’t easy to spend time together, especially as Captain and First Officer, your shifts were staggered in order to accommodate between the three shifts. All three accommodated the circumstances by working on the ship. 

You cherished the time together when you can. Whether it was going down to Engineering and almost always having a displeased Doctor yelling at you for being so careless or spending time at the holodeck or drinking at the officer’s lounge and passing out, it was good times. 

Especially since the horrible fight with Leonard, you and him had reconcile and found a better way to help convey your side of the opinion and then his. It took time to get back to where the relationship was previously, but with Jim on board, everything was seamless.

It was almost as if you were living a fairy tale dream. Your two princes and you all dressed up in a wonderful life. Leonard snorted at the idea when you mentioned it to him, but in his eyes, you knew he was pleased. Jim was the opposite, laughing and grinning at the idea. You even wondered if it was even a good idea to tell him that. By his shit eating grin to go off of, you knew that he was cooking up an idea in his head. 

You weren’t disappointed. 

Since Jim’s birthday was in a week, Jim had finally announced that he wanted his birthday party to be a fairy tale themed. Immediately, you and the doctor both rolled your eyes at his antics. The blonde pouted.

“Come on, Y’N,” He tried to convince you. “I know Bones wasn’t going to like it. But you? Please.”

Throughout the day, he’d begged you in all sorts of different ways. A message there, a message written on the foggy mirror, a sticky note on your computer, a frowny face on your PADD, and so much more. He’d even somehow got Leonard to jump on board, and help with his pleading. 

“Enough Jim,” You finally broke down, shaking your head at him as you sat across from him over dinner. “Alright, alright. I’ll do it. I’ll put something together for you, but only because you’re insufferable.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You did it anyways. Swinging down to the education side of the ship, you spoke to the teachers there to organize an event with the kids. Draw some pictures of the Captain and even draw some pretty castles in the background, and make it a contest. It would be a nice background and decorations around the rec room when Jim was able to get off duty and judge who was best. 

Cake. You frowned in the kitchen of your quarters, looking down at the recipes that your PADD was able to come up with. Being on the ship was hard enough, much less had enough of the ingredients you needed. You sighed.

Replicator it was. 

While you were busy mixing the sprinkles within the batter, a pair of strong arms and the scent of bourbon enveloped you from behind. Ignoring your surprised squacks, Leonard gently planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Leonard McCoy!” You grumbled, swatting his arms away. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Good thing I’m a doctor,” The bastard smirked. “Baking Jim’s cake?”

“If you keep hugging me like that, I will never be able to get it finished on time,” You groaned, lightly pushing away from him. “Now come on doctor, get an apron on. Still need to get started on the cupcakes.”

You threw a nearby apron to his face, grinning back at him. Reproachfully, he pouted at you, but pulled the offered apron off his face, and rolled his sleeves up. 

“Where can I help, sweetheart?”

Rows of children’s drawings of Jim hung across the walls of the room, and a large “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPTAIN KIRK” decoration slung above them all. The large cake and a dozen or so frosted cupcakes sat in the center, and a modest pile of unopened presents sat tucked away in the far corner of the entrance. Officers milled about, all with a drink in their hands. Uhura was dancing with Spock, Scotty was already drunk and waving his arms around as he spoke to an equally drunk but interested Chekov, and Sulu was dealing out poker at another table.

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jim hurried over when you and Leonard finally entered. 

“Hey, what about me?” Leonard grumped as you were lifted into the air.

“Let me down, Jim,” You laughed, kicking slightly in the air. “Let me down!”

“You too, Bones,” The Captain smirked over at the doctor, but reluctantly set you back down on your feet. 

“Happy birthday, Jim,” You and the doctor chorused, kissing the blonde and grinning as Leonard kissed his cheek too.

“How did you get the kids to draw all these?” Jim pointed at the pictures and models of him. 

You smirked. “All I had to do was say it was your birthday, and whoever draws the best picture or the best model wins a prize. Judged by you,” You spoke, watching as Leonard left the conversation to grab some bourbon from the bar. “You do have to give out three honorable mentions though.”

Jim laughed, and brought you tightly to him again. “Thank you so much, Y/N. You really outdid yourself this time.”

You beamed at him. “Anything for you, Jimmy boy.”

Jim eyed Leonard for a moment, and in that silent exchange, both men nodded.

“Alright, everyone,” The Captain spoke up louder this time, gaining the attention of those that attended his party. “Thank you for coming to my party. It was spectacular, much more than I ever expected on a ship, and away from home. You can thank Commander Y/N for planning and setting everything up.” He paused, briefly smirking at you again. 

“But I have a surprise of my own.”

You frowned slightly, confused at the turn of events. It was supposed to be you having the surprises, like the lingerie bag hidden underneath the bed, not the birthday boy himself. 

Leonard slid closer to you. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

With no other choice, you obeyed. Closing your eyes, you listened to the shuffles in front of you. What the hell was going on.

“Now open them.”

Your eyes widened at the sight of the box held by Jim and Leonard in front of you, and both your boyfriends on one knee. Feeling your heart leap inside your chest, your jaw dropped in surprise. Several officers around you gasped loudly. A surprise squeak bubbled out of your mouth, as you understood what was going on. Rather carefully, Jim pried your left hand away from your mouth.

“Y/N, when I first met you on the ship three years ago, I couldn’t believe there could be anything that shone brighter than the stars. I thought that this could be it, that you were the one that I was looking for. I have this ship, I have this crew, and most importantly I have you. I was scared at first. My reputation hasn't been the greatest, and thought that alone would scare you away from me,” Jim smiled tentatively up at you. "Being on this ship is scary enough all alone with no one beside. I know I make more mistakes than I have made right ones. But I promise to do my best to do it right for you, for Bones, for us.” 

You could only blink in response, wiping away tears with your free hand. 

“Sweetheart, when I first met you three years go at your cafe, you rudely barged into my life with no care at all,” Leonard picked up, pausing when you giggled. “You set my coffee down, made me eat those overly sweet cookies, and talked with me even though I was a total stranger. You didn’t know me, and I only knew your cafe because all my nurses were begging me to go and try your coffee out. You made me realize that there was still hope in the future, and that you were it. I know I can be temperamental at times, but you love me just the way I am. Joanna loves you, same with ma, and everyone else in our family and Jim’s. We want to spend the rest of our lives with you.”

“Will you do us the honor of marrying us?” The two spoke in complete unison. 

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you nodded. 

“Yes,” You spoke, clearing your throat. “Yes!”

With breathtaking smiles, you watched as Leonard pulled the snug diamond ring out of its confines and slowly pushed it up your finger.

You stared in amazement at the row of dazzling diamonds on your hand for a minute, before lifting your head up at the sounds of people cheering all around. Leonard and Jim beamed as congratulations were offered, and the party continued long into the night. 

"I can't believe you Jimbo, for pulling that off," You grumbled, but the smile on your face robbed you from being serious. "You too Len."

"Can't a guy have his tricks up his sleeve?" The blonde spoke, changing out of his regulation shirt into his pajamas.

"Besides Y/N," Leonard added on, digging through his drawer for some sweatpants. "You're not sneaky enough. We've known for quite some time about what's hidden under the bed."

You gasped out loud from under the covers, and groaned in frustration. "Come on! It was supposed to be a surprise." You pouted at your now fiancees.

"You don't hear us complaining, do you?" Jim wickedly smirked. Your eyes widened at his words, then swung over to an equally smug Leonard. 

It was going to be a long night for you. 

It was a day later when the Enterprise received a distress call from one of the Federation colonies. Jim being Jim insisted that he was going to go beam down, and somehow managed to convince Leonard to join him. 

“J, are you sure about going down? I can go in your place,” You punched a couple buttons on your PADD, entering his ready room without knocking. Frowning at the lack of response from your captain, you looked up in time to see Jim gently nipping at Leonard’s lower lip. You shook your head. 

“Close your eyes, Bones,” The blonde purred.

Of course. 

“Ahem,” You loudly cleared your throat. Immediately the doctor and captain bounced apart, faces red after the amount of making out they were having. 

“Good god sugar, there’s somethin’ called knockin’,” Leonard scowled, smoothing out his tunic. “You should try it sometime.”

Jim waggled his eyebrows at you. “How long have you been standing there watching us, hmm? Bet you want to join us.”

You rolled your eyes at the blonde. “While you went and had your fun,” you paused, glaring daggers at Leonard as though the make out session was all his fault.. “I really need to get this away mission sorted out.”

Jim shrugged, righting his shirt. “Just me, Bones, and some security is needed. They’ve got some injured, and need some supplies to be beamed down to the colony.”

 You frowned. There was a bad feeling about this mission, almost making you nauseous as your stomach rolled. “Jim, something feels wrong about all this. They want you and Leonard specifically. No other missions have been like this. You, yes, but not Len.”

Clapping you on the shoulder, you watched as the captain sat back down in his chair. “It’ll be alright, Y/N. It’s just a routine mission.”

“Now hold up Jim, you didn’t say that they-,” Leonard interjected.

You bit down at your lower lip, unsure. “You’re the captain here, I can go down instead. If something happens, it’s not only you anymore. The ship can’t lose its captain. It’s a gut feeling, J. Something’s wrong down there.”

“You said it yourself, doll,” Jim leaned against his seat. “It’s dangerous out there for you. Let me and Bones take care of it.”

You huffed in frustration, turning to Leonard once more. “And what about you? You’re hardly one that likes to go down for missions like this.” 

“M’Benga has gone down the last five missions that needed a doctor,” The doctor scowled at Jim. “And someone has to keep an eye on the infant. Heaven forbid that I look away from him for a second, and the next minute he’s sporting an injury.”

You threw your hands up into the air, done with the pair. “This isn’t over,” You grumbled, pivoting on your heels and storming out.

Needless to say, the next two days you needled and prodded at the two whenever you got a chance whether it was face to face or by via messages. You couldn’t believe your fiancees. If both went down, and god forbid something does happen, you would be losing one, or even both. Jim was always a risk taker, but what surprised you was the doctor.

Leonard was one to never go down on a mission, if he could help it. In fact, he would be turning to the other doctors and nurses to fill in the spot so he wouldn't have to go. Now, him volunteering himself to go down, was absolutely mind boggling. You didn’t know what else to do, but to badger them as much as possible. 

“Get some sleep, doll,” Jim spoke firmly to you in front of your shared quarters, and gazed into your eyes. “Someone out of us three have to be the alert one, and watch it all up from the ship where you won’t be in harm's way.”

“J, please. You have to listen to me, Something’s not right,” You pleaded quietly. “I can’t lose you or Len if something were to happen.”

“And nothing is going to happen, Y/N,” Jim gently brought you into a tight hug. You laid your cheek on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I’ve got Bones beside me, and I’ve got you watching from above. It’ll go fine, I swear.”

You chuckled weakly. “You can’t make that promise, Jim,” You croaked, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t lose him or Leonard or both. It would devastate you. “Not when every time you go down for a mission, something always goes wrong and you always land yourself in Medbay.”

“Tell me, baby doll, what are you wearing on your hand?” 

“A-a-a r-ring?” You stuttered out in confusion, flickering your eyes up at his face.

“A promise, Y/N,” He gently corrected you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “My promise to you, and Bones’s promise too. No matter what happens. We will be back.”

You whimpered silently into his shirt, and closed your eyes briefly. Other officers walking along the same corridor skirted around you as much as possible, but some had lingering curiosity. You could care less at the moment. All you wanted, desperately hoped for, was for both your fiancees to return safe and sound. 

“Get some sleep.”

“You too, Jim.”

Leonard was already fast asleep on the bed when you entered. The lights were at 10% brightness, something he must have thought ahead for you. As softly as you could, you stripped off your uniform, threw it into the clothes hamper, and slowly squeaked out the middle drawer for your pajamas. 

After brushing your teeth in record time, you sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your unshed tears away. The mattress squeaked when you sat down, but silenced as you crawled under the covers. As though the doctor could sense your body heat, his arms shot out, and gently pulled you in to him. 

“Wha took you so long?” He mumbled quietly, still sleep addled. An eye peeked down as you yawned, pressing yourself closer into your teddy bear of a doctor. 

“Jim,” was all you managed out, closing your eyes.

“It’ll be okay, baby girl,” Leonard replied. “We’ve got you.” 

Despite your fears for the coming day, you shoved your worries away for the meantime and let yourself drift away. It wasn’t long before the other side of the mattress dipped down and squealed, another pair of arms wrapped comfortably around your middle. You’d tensed up briefly, but relaxed again as Jim kissed your cheek, careful to not wake you. 

“I’m here, doll,” Jim settled himself right alongside your body. 

“Always.”

With that, you were lulled back into a dreamless sleep. 

Beep.

Beep.

As your alarm blared loudly from one of the nightstands, you were stuck between two furnaces of bodies, and limbs thrown carelessly at every angle. It didn’t take long before the men on both your sides groaned and whined unhappily.

“Someone shut the thing up,” Leonard grumbled unhappily from your right. You groaned this time, sliding deeper under the covers in an attempt to catch a few more zzs.

“J, please,” You mumbled, poking the captain insistently for a few minutes. 

He was awake in an instant, rubbing his eyes open. “Who set the alarm so early?”

“You told me to last night,” You replied from within the covers.

“Oh, shut up the thing first.”

Naturally, Jim stuck a foot out and tipped the blaring alarm over the edge and onto the floor with a light crash, finally ending the noise for good. 

“I’ll have Scotty fix it later.”

Leonard groaned again with a quiet finally. The three of you continued laying in bed for another moment before you reluctantly untangled yourself from both Jim’s and Leonard’s arms, and sat up. 

“Come on, you two. Can’t have the Captain and the CMO late.”

It took some prodding, and some veiled insults to finally get both your teddy bears up and out of bed. Even then, both seemed rather grumpy as everyone started their morning routine. 

As the two men hogged the bathroom, you hummed to yourself as you poured in some real coffee grounds, and then hot water into the coffee maker. After a moment, you steeped it, and poured a generous helping of coffee into three mugs. Knowing Leonard wanted his coffee black and bitter, you set his aside and concentrated on Jim’s next. With a little bit of sugar, into yours and Jim's, you stirred both mugs, and ending it with a splash of milk into yours. 

You adjusted your gold shirt in front of the mirror, rubbing your eyes every once in awhile. “Coffee’s ready,” You called out when the door to the bathroom opened. 

“That the real thing?” Leonard called from the bedroom, hunting down a new shirt to wear.

“Yup.”

“And you’ve been hiding it away from all of us?” Jim asked in feigned disappointment from the couch, trying to lace up his boots. “I could have had this kind of coffee a long time ago, and the actual caffeine would really kick in.”

“Only break it out on the harder days.”

“That’s not fair,” He whined. “You brought this from your cafe, didn’t you?”

“Dammit Jim,” Leonard emerged from the bedroom with some lingering bed hair left, saving you from explaining. “It’s too early in the morning for your yapping right now.”

You laughed. Leonard grunted beside you, and picked up his steaming mug on the kitchen counter. His arm snaked around your waist, and you smiled in the reflection. Before long, Jim stood on your other side with his mug in one hand, and the other on your shoulder.

“Okay you two ridiculous asses, it’s almost 8 and we’re still in the room,” You grouched after a moment of content silence.

“Look who’s talking first,” Jim grinned. “And I know you enjoy watching our asses in the regulation pants. Don’t deny it, doll.”

“Shut up, Jim.”

You chuckled, and grabbed your mug on the way out the door as you followed them.

Two hours went by as you and Jim sat on the Bridge catching up with the Gamma crew and then looking over at missed messages. You frowned down at your PADD, head bent down as you took another sip of your coffee.

“It’s some good grounds you got there,” Jim leaned over your shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what you were working on. “Should pop it out more often. Coming for breakfast?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You set your tray down beside Leonard’s and Jim’s across from yours. You’d finally give in after the prospect of replicating some chocolate chip pancakes and bacon was too tempting to ignore. The doctor eyed your breakfast with a scowl. 

“Isn’t that a mountain of unhealthy sugar and fat you’ve got there, Commander?” He pursed your lips at your choice of breakfast. 

You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring the snorts from Jim. “Want some, Doctor? It’s not bad at all. The replicator got it mostly right this time” You offered. 

“No thank you,” He wrinkled his nose, and went back to scooping his yogurt. 

“Your loss,” You shrugged, but said nothing when you let him steal a piece of bacon off your plate too. 

To most of the crew, it was a normal day. To you though, your worry gnawed at your thoughts. Halfheartedly, you worked your way into cleaning the plate in front of you. A lot of things could go wrong, and you weren’t sure what you would if this particular away mission went badly sideways. As though he could sense your thoughts, Jim grabbed one of your hands into his. 

“It’ll be okay, Y/N,” He assured you. “I’ve got Bones with me. He’ll keep me safe from the bad guys.”

You shook your head. “I can’t help it, J. Until you both are safely beamed back up, I won’t know what’s going on there. I’m letting my two favorite people down onto the planet with nothing else but phasers and others to keep you safe.”

“We’ll keep you posted at all times.”

You didn’t look convinced by his words. 

“Hey, hey sweetheart, breath for me. You’re turning pale,” The doctor watched you, setting his fork down with a clatter. “I’m still here, Jim’s still here. We’re not going anywhere. But I need you to take some deep breaths for me first.”

It took a moment for you to reign in your terror, and drawn in a deep breath. 

“There you go, you keep breathing like that,” Leonard encouraged you, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. You took another shuddering breath in, and smiled weakly up at him in gratitude. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Jim and I will always be here for you,” He paused, scowling over at the Captain. You let out a breathy laugh, and returned to your breakfast.

“Once this is all over, we will be in each other arms laughing upon it tonight,” Jim smiled at you. 

“Just be safe, okay?” You looked seriously between the two men. 

“We promise,” Both your fiancees replied in unison, and you couldn’t help but tentatively smiled back. 

When you were full, and almost sleepy again, Jim turned away from the conversation with the other senior officers, and towards you and Leonard. “We should get going to the briefing, Bones, and you need to be back on the Bridge soon, Y/N.”

Half an hour went by before the Captain and the doctor reappeared by your side on the Bridge. Nothing much had changed, save for the medkit swung across Leonard’s shoulder. 

“How’d it go?” 

“We’re ready to head down to the transporter room, and have a rumble with them,” Jim answered first. You raised an eyebrow at his words, a habit you’ve caught on from no other than the doctor beside. 

“Okay okay, we’re ready to help them out, and get our asses back here with you,” Jim hastily revised his statement when he saw both the scowl on Leonard's face and your raised eyebrow. 

“I’ll go down with you,” You stood up, indicating for Spock to take the conn. “Let’s go before Len frowns the entire universe upside down.”

You made small talk with the two on the way towards the transporter room. It was mostly gossip, but it was something to fill the silence. When you reached the transporter room, you realized that the other members of the away team had already arrived and received their phasers from security. 

“Well, I guess this is it,” You turned back to Leonard and Jim, gazing up at their faces. 

“We’ll be okay, I promise,” Jim hugged you again, kissing you full on the lips. He lingered there for a moment before breaking away from the hug. “I’ll see you real soon, doll.. Take care of the ship for me. Let me worry about the mission, okay? I love you.”

You nodded. As Jim stepped away to call out the rest of the security going alongside him, Leonard approached you, face full of concern. He knew what you were going through, and understood the worry that spiraled you into a mild panic attack. 

“Hey, I know you’re anxious about this mission, Y/N,” The doctor delicately cupped your face with his palms, gazing down at you affectionately. “But I’ll be there to watch Jim’s ass and he’ll watch mine. We’ll be fast, I promise. Get ‘em fixed, get ‘em their supplies, and we’ll be back on the ship in no time.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart,” He kissed you, and you eagerly responded back. Staying in his embrace for as long as you could, you closed your eyes and leaned your cheek on his chest.

“I love you,” You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear your words. 

“I love you too,” Leonard murmured softly. 

You and him stayed in the embrace for the rest of the time it took the Captain to straighten out his team and up onto the pads. It wasn’t long before you heard the shuffling and rearranging of people when you heard the cough.

“Bones, we need to leave,” Jim regrettably called out. 

“Love you,” Leonard kissed you on the lips one more, this time in full view of everyone else. You kissed him back. Too soon before the doctor broke the kiss and stepped towards the pads. You smiled sadly at them all. 

“Energize.”

In a blink of an eye, they were gone. 

The Bridge was silent as you paced repeatedly from left to right, spin around, and back where you came from. It was nerve wracking being on the ship, and having your two fiancees down there on the ground. 

“Kirk to Enterprise. Do you hear me?”

“Captain, we read you loud and clear,” You replied immediately, stilling for once. 

“We are at the edges of the colony, but so far there seems to be no life.”

You frowned, resuming your pacing once more. “There’s no one?”

“No one in sight,” Jim confirmed. You heard the trace of worriness in his voice. “The sun’s up already in the afternoon, should be seeing movements and daily life by now.”

“Check a little further in, and see what’s going on.” Your pacing increased as did your worry. 

“Will do, Kirk out.”

You waited.

And waited.

And waited some more

“Bones, is it just me or something doesn’t exactly feel right?” Jim spoke, leading the front as he surveyed the quiet settlement in front of him. The wind screeched around the buildings, and echoed as the trees swayed, and rubbed branches against one another. The back of his hair stood up, and goosebumps traveled up his arm.. 

Nothing felt right.

“It’s too calm if that’s what you’re tryin’ to say,” Leonard too was on high alert, instinct screaming at him that he shouldn’t move closer into the eerie calm colony.  He sniffed the air, and stilled. The scent of copper was in the air, faint, but very noticeable. “Jim, there’s blood in the air.”

Jim looked over at Bones, and looked back towards the front. He squared his shoulders, as though he had made the decision.

“Phasers up everyone,” He instructed, pulling his out too. “We’re going to have company really soon.”

By this time, several hours had passed by and no other news was given. 

“Any luck you’ve got there, Lieutenant Uhura?” You shot at her, finally sitting down in the Captain’s chair after nearly exhausting the floor that you were pacing on earlier. 

“I’ve got their signals, but they aren’t picking up,” Your best friend spoke from behind, and you sighed, nervously running a hand through your hair.

Spock watched you as you turned into a nervous wreck, silently striding over to you. “Perhaps it is best we send the other team down, Commander.”

“I’m going down, and leading the back up,” You jumped to your feet. 

“Commander, may I remind you again that you are the First Officer aboard this ship. Regulations state that the Captain and First Officer can not both be present on an away team,” Spock spoke. 

You scowled, bristling at his words. To hell with the regulations. What with the dread curling tightly in your stomach and the lack of communication, you were beyond worried. 

“Starfleet can reprimand me all they want, but I would rather be safe than sorry right now. You’ve got the conn, Spock. I have to do this. Nyota, could you send a message down to Security to have the back up team ready in the transporter room in five?”

Once she’d given the affirmative, you swept out of the Bridge and into a turbolift without a backwards glance. Impatiently, you tapped your foot and crossed your arms across your chest. You should have never let them down. If only you were a bit more convincing, made both Leonard and Jim realize that they should send other people down and not themselves, you wouldn’t be in this current situation. When the lift doors opened, you hurried out towards the transporter room. 

“Scotty,” You turned to the Scot in front of the controls. 

“Commander,” The Chief Engineer glanced up, pausing his fingers on the network of buttons and levers and all sorts of gadgets there. 

“Could you comm Medical for me, and have them on standby?” You accepted your phaser with a nod of thanks at the Ensign. “Two teams should be enough. Send them down when I give them the okay.”

“Aye,” The Scot nodded, reaching for his comm on the side to do so as you ordered. 

Stepping up to the transporter pad, you counted the number of security heads going with you. Ten, you counted, making eleven with you. Should be enough, you reckoned. 

“Everyone ready?” You called out, stuffing your phaser away. 

“Ready, Commander.”

You took a deep breath, and loosened up your tense shoulders. Whatever happened down there for no one to radio back in could only spell one word: Death.

You would do whatever it took to save your boys, and your crew. And if that meant you were going to go in guns a blazing, then so be it. 

“Energize.”

When you and the team materialized on the planet, you swung your head back and forth in confusion. There were supposed to be fire starting, dinner cooking, sounds of little kids running around and chasing each other, sounds of the elderly complaining at the kids, and the rest of the adults out and about on their daily errands. It wasn’t easy as a newly found Federation colony, but the colonists worked it out after some adjustments.

“It’s quiet,” One of the lieutenants spoke from behind you after a moment. 

“Let’s see what’s going on. Phasers out,”  You ordered, taking yours out too. Slowly, your team descended down the small hill, and warily approached the settlement. Your eyes roamed around as far as they could, taking in the structures as you passed them. The wind blew unsteadily, and there were times you swore that there was an alien like screeching behind you. 

“Commander, look!”

You whipped around, halting the team at the exclamation. You furrowed your brows at the speaker, then looked down on the sandy ground where a comm was found smashed into broken broken pieces. Looking back up, you grimaced at the implication of what it meant. 

“They were being followed,” You indicated a couple set of distinct footprints on the sand, much different than the Starfleet issued boots that officers wore. Frowning down at it, you squatted down along with several others to better examine it. Carefully, you traced the prints with a finger.

“Romulans,” You spoke just loud enough for the team to hear. “Several of them too.”

The team glanced at one another, and you sighed, rubbing your temples. Straightening up, you tilted your head up high at the structure roofs. “Stick together everyone, and listen very closely. We’re going to have to have a fight on our hands.”

The next thirty minutes, you spent focusing on your task while doing your best to not let your mind wander away too much on the possibilities of where the previous team ended up. Dread curled tighter within your stomach to the point that you physically nauseous at the thought of your two boys injured, or even dead at the hands of your enemies. 

It was easy to give up the control, and spiral yourself into an endless variety of worry and what ifs. You took a couple deep breaths, in and out; a technique that Leonard taught you to steady yourself. Honestly, you were glad that you listened to him when he said so-.

“Commander, did you hear that?” Someone spoke behind you, and you frowned. Opening your mouth to reply, you caught the sound yourself. It was shrill, but muffled as though something was covering the sound up. It went silent for a moment, and at first you thought it was just part of your imagination. Then, it happened again, but now less discordant. 

Nodding your head towards the direction, the team headed left to investigate the sound. What you were greeted with was a nightmare beyond imagination.

Blood was splattered on the building and on the ground in front of you. Three security officers laid face down on the ground, and a landscape stained with a river of blood flowing in between the buildings on either side. Broken bodies shot dead with phaser wounds and other injuries could be seen laying in a row, executioner style. Men, and even women and children were all dead on the ground in massive pools of blood. It seemed like no one was left. Just beyond the corner though, you noticed a singed piece of blue fabric fluttering in the wind

“Double up, half of y’all scan the perimeter, 100 yards and report back here,” You barked, gulping as you approached the blue fabric. Please, please, please no, you begged, desperately wishing on any deity above that Leonard was alright. Rounding the corner with your phaser out, your eyes widened. 

Leonard was tilted against the wall of the building, as though he was shielding something away from harm. There were bruises and scrapes on the visible parts of his body, but it didn't seem like he was seriously injured.

“Len? Love?” You called out, crouching down beside his head. With a shaky hand, you placed your index and middle finger together, in an attempt to find his carotid pulse. Initially, you’d panicked when you couldn’t find it, but stilled gratefully when his steady heartbeat pulsed against your fingers. Weak, but it was there.

“Dammit, Len, you scared me. What the hell am I supposed to do without you and Jim?” You muttered, beyond relieved that at least one was alive. Before you could fish out your comm, a quiet gurgle could be heard in the crook of Leonard’s arm. Curiously, you gently moved Leonard onto his back, only to find a tiny bundle held tightly against his chest.

You gasped, ignoring the sounds of your badge going off, confirming the perimeter was secured and that the three other security officers were still alive. Softly, you lifted the infant up and into your arms, gently rocking the little boy. You ducked your head once more, and brushed your lips against Leonard’s.

“Come back to me, you hear?” You whispered, nuzzling his cheek with yours. “I’ll see you back on the ship, love.” 

 Cooing gently, you bundled the baby tightly in your arms, and returned back to the spot where your team huddled together. 

“Is that a-?”

“Yes, it’s a baby,” you interrupted the ensign. “Do me a favor, and get my comm out. Need to get a hold of the ship.”

Hastily, he did so.

“Commander Y/L/N to the Enterprise.”

“Spock, here. What’s the status?” The half vulcan answered. 

“Not looking good here, Mister Spock. We found half of the team unconscious and all the colony inhabitants dead,” You explained, shifting the baby again. “There is only one survivor at the moment; an infant boy. Have one medical team be beamed down at our exact location. Tell them to not go any farther into the city.”

“Any word yet on the Captain?”

You cringed. “None for now. We’ll keep locating for them. Judging by what we’ve seen, they were followed by Romulans. Doctor McCoy has been found, but not the others.” 

There was a pause. “Understood, keep us in touch, Commander. Spock out.”

You sighed, and cooed silently at the baby. One thing led to another, and now this was no longer a back up team. This was rescue, a complete 180 of what you were expecting to do.

“Ensign here, hold the kid,” You gingerly transferred the baby into the arms of a nearby Ensign. “Wait here for the medical team. They should be arriving any moment now. Get back up to the ship when they’re done. Everyone else, we’re going to find the rest of the team. Any questions?”

The team shook their head no, and with another concerned glance where Leonard laid, you took the front and led the team deeper into the colony. The warm wind howled as it twisted and turned between the buildings, and shadows lengthened as the sun slowly dipped down below the horizon.

Damn, you swore. It was bad enough that some of the team was missing, but it made the mission even more precarious as darkness enveloped the planet. You were running out of time. If you couldn’t find them with the last of the sun’s rays, it would take the team even longer to find the rest.

With the odds stacked against you, you continued as best you could, eyes and ears opened for any disturbance. Out of nowhere, beams of orange and red could be seen and shouts were heard in the distance. 

With your heart dropping to your stomach, you indicated for the rest to run. The sounds of screams were good in a way, at least someone was still alive. The silence for the last couple hours was almost deafening, and there seemed to be nothing but death lingering in the air.  Hopefully, you could get them out of the sticky situation, grab the Romulans, and return without any trouble. But of course, the universe had other plans in store for you.

“Shit,” You cursed, docking behind a corner as the Romulans waged an all out phaser battle. You made sure the team doubled up, and the odd number left, stayed with you. Breathing heavily, you peered around the structure, observing the Romulans from up above some of the rooftops. You scowled, turning back to your partner. 

Already, you spotted some of the previous team members huddled together alongside the walls of another building across from where you were. When they finally met their gaze, they lifted their arms and gave a weak thumbs down. One indicated a body not far away from them, and drew a line across their neck with a finger.

You cursed again. One casualty already. Many more if you didn’t end this quickly.

“We have to take them out, or we’re gonna end up being sitting ducks,” You grumbled, breathing hard. Already you had accumulated some minor injuries, and the layers of sand and dust being kicked up by the fight irritated your throat making it hard to breathe at times, but you pushed on. 

Scurrying into the building you were laying against earlier, you hurried up the stairs and onto the second level. Dropping onto the floor to avoid being detected, you and the lieutenant wiggled your way towards the balcony. Placing your phaser through one of the decorative holes and aiming, you squinted. 

“Tell me, Lieutenant,” You spoke. “How long is the pause between each blow of the wind?”

The lieutenant hemmed and hawed for a minute. “About three minutes, Commander.”

“Count for me. When the wind kicks up, let me know. The sand will obscure our position, and I can take down more of them this way with less visibility.”

You took the silence from the Lieutenant as a sign of assent. Licking your dry, chapped lips, you patiently waited, all the while everything screamed at you to keep moving. You let out a breathy sigh, the only indication out of your features that chaos rolled within your mind. 

“Now.”

As the steady wind picked once more, you aimed your phaser again at the Romulan across from you that were giving the rest of the team a hard time. With your finger on the trigger, you pressed it. Screams of pain could be heard from the other side, but you swung your phaser to another, taking the three out in succession before anyone could comprehend what was going on. 

Wanting to help out, the lieutenant put up shop the same way you did, and started sniping at the romulans from those wanting to stage a surprise attack. A few phaser bolts came in your direction, forcing you to duck back down. You grunted in pain as some of them made contact with the wall you were hiding behind, wincing when a larger piece of rubble came down and smashed your other hand. 

“Commander?”

“No no, keep going,” You hissed out. “Can’t afford to stop now. They’re still pinned down.”

As the screams of pain got weaker and there was less resistance from the other Romulans, you closed your eyes briefly. You’d definitely broken one of your wrist, and you were 99% sure that a phaser bolt grazed your right leg earlier, and blood was trailing down your pants.

“Ground team got the rest, Commander,” The lieutenant spoke as the rest of the team threw a thumbs up at the balcony where you laid against.  

“Splendid, let’s haul our asses down and see the damage,” You weakly pushed yourself back up into a standing position. With the help of the lieutenant, you hobbled your way towards the street where the rest of the your team stood. 

You looked around their faces, studying them all. Scratches there, bruises, broken bones, but miraculously everyone but one was still alive. You could thank the stars for that. You already had two casualties on the list, and it was already one too many.

“Anyone seen the Captain?” You weakly coughed out. Your heart sank deeper as everyone shook their heads, and you shook your head. “Lieutenant, comm the ship. Have the second medical team be beamed down here. I’m going to go search for Jim.”

 Without waiting for an answer, you turned back towards the building once more, hoping you could get a better vantage point from up top. Squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to get a hold of yourself from the growing pain, you opened them up to look up at the starry night. 

Where are you, Jim?

A sparkle of gold from the edges of your eyes caught your attention. At the low lighting, you squinted in the direction. Visibility was low, and growing worse as the night went on. It wasn’t going to be long before a sandstorm kicked up, but you couldn’t leave Jim on his own. You couldn’t. When the moon appeared again from the clouds, you gasped out loud as you saw the moonlight bounce against his gold shirt on top of a building some distance away.  

Cursing, you hurried as fast as your legs could carry you. The medical team had already beamed down, and was tending to the more critical members. Some watched as you streaked past them, and those less injured attempted to follow you. 

~

One minute Jim was fighting close quarters with a Romulan and then the next minute, the second floor exploded, sending him several yards away. Orange red bolts of phasers repeatedly fired at both him and the rest of his ragged team. He assumed that the other half he sent away never made it back. Yet, everything sounded fuzzy to him, voices were going in and out like a broken record player. It was silent for one minute, and then loud screaming the next. They were all foreign and distant.

The blood gushing from his head and chest would attest to that. However, no matter how bad it looked, he didn’t feel pain. In fact, all he felt was utter bliss.

No. He wanted to see you and Bones again.

“Jim!” You screamed out, the same voice that soothed him on a stressful day; the very one that encouraged him on the harder nights. Arriving at where he was, you immediately knelt to the ground, desperate pushing your hands on his most critical injuries to put pressure on. “Jim? Jim, please. Open your eyes, baby.”

It was Jim. Your Jim in fact.

You just about died right then and there. Seeing Leonard was horrible already, but now this was a whole ‘nother level.

In the cool night, all the captain could think of was how beautiful your voice sounded, like the beautiful sounds of wind chimes swaying in the wind. For a moment, he imagined Bones and himself in handsome tuxedos, and you in their hands as they announced you wed in front of all your friends and family. For a moment, he let himself be content. 

“Hey doll,” Jim opened his eyes, instantly grinning at the sight of you. You were pretty in gold, he had always mentioned to you. That you were just as pretty as a wickedly gold star in the night sky. To him, you were his angel in gold. “You came for me.”

“Hey J,” You choked up, briefly pressing your comm badge to alert medical to get their ass up. “It’s not looking good though. You’re bleeding everywhere. And oh god, Len-Leonard isn’t doing too good either. Does it hurt?”

You felt stupid though. This was your first time comforting someone on the brink of death and all you could offer was if they were in pain. You weren’t a medic, and certainly didn’t have anything on you that could ease the pain. 

“Not anymore,” Jim smiled up at you, weakly bringing his hand up to your cheek. Automatically, you obliged him, nuzzling your cheek on his bloodied hand. “So beautiful, my beautiful star, my gold angel.”

For a moment, you let yourself smile. It was a familiar gesture that was between only you and Jim. It meant that he was okay, that you were okay. It broke your heart at the sight of his comforting hands. He was trying his best to console you, even though you were supposed to be the one doing it to him. 

“I love space. I love the planets. I love the new things, but nothing can compare to me loving you and Bones,” he whispered, a slight slur in his speech now. He gazed at you with the utmost adoration and love you had ever seen from him. “You and Bones are my love, and I love you all so so much.”

Then it hit you why he was saying all this now. This was his goodbye. 

Anxiety hit you like a semi truck, as you drew in a shaky breath. You knew it was bad, you knew that by the time the Enterprise could beam him up and rush him down to Medbay, it would be far too long to save him. Still you held onto hope. “Listen J, you are not dying on me and Leonard, okay? Hold on a little longer, and-and we can go find a priest or whatever and legally wed us, do you hear me?”

“Okay, Y/N,” He spoke, giving you his signature shit eating grin. You released a deep sob, nowhere near as happy as Jim was at the moment. This couldn’t be happening at the moment. This was the famous Captain James T Kirk of the goddamn USS Enterprise that took no shit from others, and believed in going out and doing right. “Doll?”

You raised your head a fraction upwards, meeting his baby blue eyes. His smile was gone, and all that was left was seriousness in those eyes. You had a feeling you knew what was going on. Intuition yelled at you to do something, anything to get him back onto the ship, but you could hardly move your limbs, let alone have the thought of moving him anywhere. Your eyes were glued to his gaze.

“I have one more wish.”

You shakily nodded at his request. The snot and your tears mixed with one another, and you hastily wiped them away as best as you could. “Of course, J, anything you want.”

“Close your eyes, Y/N. Tell me about the date again one last time.”

Each syllable destroyed what remained of the shattered pieces of your heart. That was his one last wish, his very last memory and he wanted to spend it with you in his final moments. And honestly, who were you to deny such a thing to him? 

“Yes, Jim. Of course, anything for you.”

Drawing yet another shaky breath in, you slowly laid down next to his body, despite the fact that the warm blood stained your entire body and hair. With a flip of your uninjured wrist, you opened up your comm, wedged it between your bodies, and closed your eyes as requested. Sooner or later, Nyota would catch on that this needed to be transmitted ship wide. 

“Alright Jim,” You gulped. “We were at the carnival back on Earth during one of the few shore leaves we had. It was getting dark, but you pulled your pout at the operator of the ferris wheel, begging him to let all three of us get on it one last time before the park closed. Eventually, he let us ride it again, but the time was halved. You didn’t care, Len didn’t look too happy at you at the thought of being stuck on the ride again. But we rode it. At the top, you pointed out the different constellations, the various other Federation planets, and the Spacedock where the ship was docked, wheeling around the planet.”

An audible gasp could be heard from your comm, but you ignored it. Some came from the stairs too, but you concentrated on your story as best as you could.

“It was then that you said you were ready to settle down. Find an officiant to wed us together, and we’d be happy forevermore. You said that all you needed was me and Bones, and that that was enough in your life. You had your captaincy, your ship, your crew, and us. You said that even if Starfleet took away everything, at the very least you still had me and Bones. Then afterwards, you took a couple photos of all of us together with the night sky in the background, and soon we were going back down again. Len called you a sap, and grumbled that he would never put up with your antics ever again. We all knew that was a lie though,” You trailed off at the end. Jim couldn’t help but smile at your words. Slowly, he closed his eyes, as the lights disappeared.

Once his breathing completely stopped, you tightly held his cold, still hands in a futile attempt to ground yourself one more time before you let go of consciousness.

“Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise, aged 28, lost his life in a fight against the Romulans.”

After that, you passed out beside him, letting the darkness overwhelm you. 

Beep.

Beep.

A rather annoying heart monitor beeped alongside your heart, and you weakly opened your eyes to the grey and white ceiling above. For a moment, you laid there in confusion. Why were you in Medbay this time? 

Then everything hit you all over again. You groaned at the thoughts, of seeing Jim’s broken body, of talking to him one last time. Your heart rate jumped as the memories endlessly cycled.

“Easy there, Captain,” A face leaned into your eyesight, blocking the harsh overhead light. For a split second, you thought it was Leonard that was speaking to you. Then frowned in confusion as Leonard stopped calling you by your rank unless it was for something official. 

“Doctor M’Benga,” You managed out, wincing at your desert like scratchy throat. “Where is Leonard?”

The doctor nodded to the bed beside yours, and you followed his gaze. Leonard laid on the biobed, looking peaceful as ever. For once, you were glad that he didn’t know yet. It was going to be a painful conversation when it did happen. 

“Leonard is alright, in much better condition than you are,” The doctor regained your attention. “Slight touch and go for a little while there with you. Couple of broken bones that still need a couple passes with the osteo generator, and a couple times with the dermal regen is what you need left.”

“Does he know yet?” You asked, voice trembling once more. 

“No, not yet, and it is best to keep it that way until both you and Leonard are in better physical condition,” The doctor shook his head. “He should be waking up soon though. Get some rest, Y/N.”

You frowned, and immediately put up a fuss about going back to sleep. You wanted to stay up, and wait for Leonard so he could be the first thing you saw. Apparently M’Benga disagreed with you, and eventually sedated you back under, claiming that there were enough injuries to heal and didn’t need more emotional ones to add onto it.

M’Benga was right though.

Soon, Leonard was up after an hour or two after you were sedated. Groaning, he opened his eyes, and sat up.

“Good to see you too, Leonard,” M’Benga moved over to Leonard, face impassive. 

“Geoff,” Leonard greeted, laying back down on the biobed. “What happened? Where’s the baby and Jim and Y/N?”

 Geoff grinned wryly at the other doctor, handing Leonard a glass of water. “Y/N beamed down with a rescue team, found you and the rest, and got you all beamed back onto the ship. As for the baby, he’s with Christine at the moment. The Captain is in another room, and Y/N was just sedated again right there.”

Lying in front of his superior was something he disliked doing, but for the meantime it was necessary. After all, it was still correct in a sense. 

“Doesn’t look so good,” Leonard replied, observing you from his biobed as you peacefully slept. “What happened there?”

“A phaser battle presumably,” One side of the attending physician’s mouth twitched. “Y/N was up before you, and wanted to stay up to speak with you.”

“So naturally Y/N made a fuss about it,” Leonard rolled his eyes, but felt the warmth that you were willing to wait for him. 

“Yes. Leonard you’ve got a mild concussion,” Geoff hurried onward. “Other than that, if no other complication arises, you should be cleared to leave the next time you wake up. Get some rest, Leonard. I’ll handle everything for the meantime.”

“Thanks Geoff.”

Couple hours passed before you woke up once more, looking even more exhausted than before. Geoff greeted you again with a faint smile, and had Christine speak with you while she ran the dermal regen on your more superficial cuts. 

“-And then it all just happened at once,” You mumbled, laying back on the biobed as though you’d exhausted all your energy.

“It’ll be eventually alright,” Chris assured you. 

“I still got so much to do, and I’m afraid of taking up command and breaking down. You know the regulation-.”

“Hey sweetheart,” A familiar southern gravelly voice interrupted you from the bed beside. 

“Len!” You brightened up, silently thanking the stars above that Leonard was alive and well. Slightly injured, but alive at the very least. You wouldn’t know if he couldn’t make it as well. 

“Thank god you're awake, sugar,” Leonard grinned. “Heard you gave Geoff a hard time.”

You turned red, and blushed. Turning away from him, you kept your gaze on Christine’s work. 

Geoff chuckled as he strode over. “Good to see the both of you more coherent.”

“Doctor M’Benga.”

“Geoff.”

“In this case, Leonard you’re free to leave whenever you’re ready,” The doctor then turned to you. “Y/N, once Chris gives you the thumbs up, you can leave also. I’ll have you scheduled with Leonard in three days for a follow up on your femur and wrist.” He gave you a nod, and a brief sad smile.

“I’ll wait, and take Y/N back to our quarters.”

You nodded at what Doctor M’Benga was mentioning at, and heaved a deep breath in. Oh boy. 

“Fortunately Leonard, the baby boy that we found,” The rest of M’Benga’s words were drowned out by you as you focused on the pale pink skin on one of your cuts. Jim’s lips were pink too, and soft, and pretty much everything you needed. Now, you didn't know what to do with yourself. 

“Alright, Y/N, you’re good to leave with Doctor McCoy,” Chris finally straightened, wrenching you out of your thoughts. “I’ll see you back here in three days, you hear?”

“Thanks, Chris.”

“You know Nyota and I will be here if you need a shoulder,” Chris gave you her knowing look, another sad smile on her face.   

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go home,” Leonard took your hand firmly in his grasp, and led you back to your shared quarters.

“Len?” You mumbled on the bed, cuddling him. It was two days since you were down on the planet. There wasn’t any chance since then for you to cry it out, and Leonard still didn’t know. 

“Hmm?” 

“I-I want to speak to you about something important,” You pushed yourself up, wincing at the added pressure on your newly healed wrist. 

“What is it, sweetheart? Can it not wait for tomorrow?” Leonard sat up also, holding you close against his bare chest.

 You shook your head no. 

“It’s about Jim, love.”

“What about him?” The doctor quietly rumbled. “Geoff told me that he’s fine, and stable. A slight touch and go with the extent of his injuries, but we can go see him tomorrow.”

"Leonard,” You twisted around to properly face him, and caught his gaze. 

“Jim is dead.”

~

Later, you and Leonard insisted on seeing Jim. Volunteering himself, Spock had stayed by your side as he walked up towards the small line of silver body bags. Your hands clung to the edge of the table with white knuckles as the half Vulcan unzipped the bag slowly.

You bit the bottom of your lip as you let Leonard approach Jim first, wiping your tears away. Tearing your gaze away, you settled your tearful gaze on Spock instead. You knew that despite his stoic face, his gaze had softened a fraction from his usual rock hard sharpness. The broadcast was transmitted ship wide during a brief red alert, you'd learned afterwards, which meant all 465 crew members heard it all. 

The Bridge and the senior crew were all too close to him. Nyota, you, Spock, Len, Sulu, Chekov, Scotty, everyone was affected in some way or manner. He was liked, and easy going. Everyone liked him. You could imagine Sulu holing up with his plants, Nyota crying in her quarters and Spock comforting her the best he could, and both Scotty and Chekov almost drinking their stash dry. 

“Y/N,” Leonard hoarsely beckoned you over.

“Hey J,” You croaked out, placing a gentle kiss on Jim’s forehead. “I love you, so so much.”

The letters had been Leonard’s idea. One from Leonard to you, another one from Jim to you, and the same with Jim. Leonard. Letters written in the event that in the event that one of you died, there would be final words in hopes of giving comfort to the others. Just like your will, you, len, and Jim would update it from time to time, always hoping that there would never be a need to open them. 

After speaking to Spock that you and Leonard would be taking the next day off, Len guided you out and slowly made your way back to your shared quarters. Leonard was a seasoned doctor, patients’ deaths weren't new to him. But to a loved one? He only felt cold and empty within, colder than he had ever experienced. 

You brought out three glasses from the kitchen, while Leonard popped open a new bottle of bourbon. With a nod from you, he poured a generous amount to each glass. You reached out for your glass, and paused. Sliding your gaze up to him, down to the third glass, and back up to Leonard’s puffy hazel eyes, he nodded in understanding. 

You both clinked the third glass, then to each other before tipping the glass upside down. You were on your fourth glass of booze before you even remotely remembered the letters inside the drawers. 

“Sh-should we then?” You nodded your head towards the drawers. 

Leonard’s gaze sharply brought back to your tired ones. He nodded. 

 With a huff, you slid out of your chair, and strode over to them. Rubbing your eyes again for the hundredth time or so, you slid out the bottomest drawer where Jim’s clothes were stacked neatly on top of each other. You’d remembered, as it was your turn to do laundry, and it was only you who would fold Jim’s socks that nicely. Pushing them away, your hands trembled as you gingerly took out the two letters. There was one more underneath, but it wasn’t for you or Leonard. Letting out an unsteady breath, you sat back down in your seat, giving Leonard’s his. 

Y/N.

You stared at his gold ink lettering, and reluctantly turned it over. Breaking the seal on it, you carefully peeled it open. Pulling the sheet out, you were surprised when two photos tumbled out onto the dining table. Curiously, you flipped one over and smiled despite your tears. 

You and Jim were skating on an ice rink. You were bundled up from head to toe and falling over. Jim was half turned to you in the middle of a laugh, while you were in the middle of falling. You hated the photo so much, and you remembered how much your hips hurt after that time on the open rink. He loved it though.

You sniffled, and felt your tears well up again when you turned your attention onto the second picture. It was you, Len, and Jim on the ferris wheel, the same story that you had spoken to him on his final minutes up on that roof. 

Whimpering, you tore your eyes away to look over at Leonard. He too wasn’t doing so well either. Setting the photo aside, he turned his attention to the letter now. Your tears streaked down your face and dripped constantly onto the table as you read. 

Hey Y/N,

If you are reading this, then I guess this is it. 

You’re sad and frustrated, I know. Sometimes I feel like I can read you more than I can ever understand myself. Whether it’s twenty, thirty, forty years before we’re united again, I can’t wait. But don’t rush back to me. Live your life the way it ought to be lived. Become the next Captain, have a life, and settle down with Bones when it comes time. My biggest regret in life is that it was so short, and cut off right at the time where I wanted to live through the most. Bones once told me that love was harsh, and unforgiving. When I met you though, you blasted that all away in a heartbeat. However, I’m not afraid of what life would be like without you, but what your life without me. 

I’ll never forget the memories that we shared together. The first hug, the first kiss, the first time all three of us enjoyed ourselves on shore leave, and the time we spent together on the ship. I’m glad that Nyota finally pushed me into getting to know you better. 

Take care of Bones, take care of yourself, take care of each other, and please take care of mom for me. She’s already lost dad, and it’ll be even harder when she learns that I’m gone too. I’ll be up above, watching over everyone. I’m not gone completely. You have memories of me, and my love in your heart. One day, it’ll all be okay. There are so many people in our lives that care about you and Bones. Let them heal you please. 

I love you and Bones, simple as that. Words can’t describe my love for you. Keep your head up high and make me proud, Captain Y/L/N. 

Love and forever yours,

Jimmy Boy

Bam!

Startled, you let the letter flutter down, only to find Leonard roughly slamming his glass down on the table. You heard a whimper, and you honestly didn’t know if it was coming from you or him. 

“One more?” You managed out, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand again. 

The doctor filled both glasses again with bourbon, and smiled tearfully at you. 

“To Jim.”

“To Jim.”

Leonard, Winona, and you were dressed in black as you held each other, watching as Jim’s casket was lowered into the ground on Earth. As a Captain, he was given full honors and rights and a minute of silence was held. You and Leonard wrote the eulogy together, and the senior crew took turns upon the podium to tell their tales of the wonderful Captain Kirk. When they were done, you sobbed into Leonard’s chest as one of the Admiral stood up and concluded the funeral.

You were made Captain of the Enterprise after a month into the three months shore leave. You were grateful for Starfleet giving you time to grieve for Jim’s loss. It was eventually going to be exciting, but without Jim by your side, you didn’t know if it was possible. 

Laying on Jim’s childhood bed in Iowa, Leonard cuddled you. You let out a sigh, and looked out the window and at the stars above. It was new, not having the rambunctious captain to not be poking out from a corner, and teasing you. Gradually as time went on though, you expected less of his appearances. 

“Could I get you two anything to drink?” Jim’s mom called from the door. 

“We’re all good here, mom. Thanks,” You called out, glancing up at Leonard. 

It only made sense to call Winona as mom since you were going to marry her son. She needed the warmth of a family, now that both of her husband and son were gone. You and Leonard were more than happy to step in. Jim would have wanted you to.

“Alright, yell if you want anything,” Winona left. You listened as her footsteps padded away from the door, and relaxed back into the embrace. 

“Will we be okay?” You asked in the silence. 

“Yes, sweetheart,” Leonard spoke quietly, but his voice was distant as though he had something else in mind. 

He was a doctor. He was trained to look for patterns, and he excelled in that. Something else was gnawing at him, and it troubled him. He wanted to speak to you about it, but he knew that it wouldn’t dissuade you. 

Christopher Pike, blonde hair, blue eyes, Admiral, dead.

George Kirk, blonde hair, blue eyes, First Officer, dead.

James Kirk, blonde hair, blue eyes, Captain, dead. 

Y/N Y/L/N, blonde hair, blue eyes, Captain. 

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Protect them

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1168 words.

Summary: The Sokovia Accords sought to separate families of superheroes, they would do anything to protect the one they had formed.

Warnings: Mention of death, nothing explicit.

A/N: Flashback is in italics.

The reader is a mutant.

This fic is a kind of a mix between the Civil War (comic and movie) and The Gifted.

This is my entry to the @kellyn1604 ‘s Kellyn’s 5K Writing Challenge with the prompt #27:

“Who are we if we can’t protect them?”

“We have to protect them”

Also is my entry to the @cuddlememerrick ‘s Aimee’s Follower Celebration Writing Challenge with the sentence prompt #7:

“Let me take care of this for you”

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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All of you had read all the Sokovia Accords, basically, the governments requiring that all children whose both parents were superheroes be turned over to the government for their upbringing, and ultimately they were not going to allow their family to be separated.

Not to mention that the guidelines established that the children would be under the care of a specific area of ​​the government and that the parents would not be allowed to have any type of contact with them.

"Oh Steve is horrible, the Sentinels took Valeria and Franklin from Dr. Richards and Sue, I could not bear to do the same to our daughters," you said almost on the verge of tears.

The twins slept peacefully in their crib, in a little while they would wake up hungry.

"They won't, I won't allow it, if it's necessary to keep them hidden we will," Steve assured you.

You and Steve, along with their two young daughters had been on the run for the past few weeks as they had refused to sign the Accords.

Ross affirmed that the babies had powers, something that not even you knew since they were barely six months old, however, the man assured it because you are mutant.

As soon as Steve alerted you to the situation, you immediately took the things you thought were necessary. You needed to get out of the place before they came for you.

You had gone to the place that had been left that would be their shelter in case an emergency happened, you had made sure that nobody followed you, you felt how the paranoia increased, you were going to protect them even if it cost you your life, in the refuge you were still nervous, you couldn't communicate with anyone in case the lines were tapped; as soon as your husband arrived, you threw yourself into his arms

"What happened?" You asked him.

"We could barely run away, wait I want to introduce you to someone," Steve replied.

Steve went to the hall and practically dragged his friend.

"This is Bucky," Steve introduced him.

Barnes's discomfort was too noticeable, he was probably afraid of hurting someone.

"I'm Y/N, Steve's wife," you introduced yourself.

Bucky smiled shyly. You went for the little ones to present them.

"They are our daughters," you said.

You showed the two babies to Bucky, who looked fearfully at them and didn't want to scare them.

"If you want you can carry them," you offered.

"No, no, I don't want to harm them," he said in a fearful voice.

You looked at Steve, who gestured to you that everything was fine. Then they began to tell you everything that had happened.

“Where will we go? We can't stay here “you questioned.

Probably someone would find them and hand them over to the authorities.

"Someone you trust is going to help us, Buck too," Steve said.

You looked at it doubtfully, ultimately you didn’t want to lose their daughters

“Who?”

"Someone who made a mistake, I assure you, is on our side."

You still didn’t fully control your powers, just on your 14th birthday the first power appeared, eventually, others powers manifested; The worst day of your life was when your family had decided to go on a picnic in the forest, there they believed that no one would find them, your parents were teaching you how to use them.

A group of Purifiers had found them and began to attack them; your parents had managed to get you to escape, you spent a few hours wandering inside the mouth although you knew the place very well, so you had not lost yourself, you returned to where you had been with your parents; The Purifiers are gone, but the scene was terrible and rugged; on the floor lay the bodies of your parents inert and covered in blood you were horrified.

You got up and went back a few steps, you had to run away before the Purifiers would return or find you before the Brotherhood appeared your parents had warned never to join them

They had also given you an address to go to in case something like this happened, you knew perfectly what to do in such a situation, you wiped away the tears that fell down your cheeks and you went to the place trying not to attract attention to get safely, you knocked on the door of the address, as soon as Fury opened and saw you he understood what had happened, now he was going to protect you.

You still have nightmares about that moment. The fact that these Accords now exist meant that the same thing could happen to your daughters as to you, obviously the mere thought of that possibility distressed you.

You didn’t feel completely comfortable in Wakanda, the concern was constant, you felt that at any time they were going to betray you and someone from the government went to take your babies from you, you also missed being able to visit your parents' grave

Not to mention that also shortly after arriving at the place you had a premonition, it seemed about fifteen years in the future, it seemed an ideal world, and your daughters without fear were using their powers in the courtyard of the house where they lived.

You didn’t know how you could achieve a future such as happiness and with your family.

You looked out the window while little girls were asleep, all those ideas assaulted your head without rest, and your true feelings were reflected in your face even if you tried to hide them.

The damn Accords and the hatred that people still had for mutants were ruining your life and your family again.

“Doll, are you okay?” Steve asked as he entered the room.

You were shocked, you hadn't even heard when he entered.

"I am worried," you admitted.

"Why?" He asked.

“Who are we if we can't protect them?”

"We have to protect them," he assured you.

“How?

“We will have to leave here for security, T'Challa says that he will continue to appear to support the Accords, he will deny that all of us who refuse to sign were ever here, but it is dangerous for us to continue in this place, however, we will continue to communicate” the super-soldier explained.

“Where will we go? I don't understand what you want to do? "You asked.

"Some country where they have not signed, everything will be fine, we will find a way to go unknowns," he replied.

“Sure?”

"It's for the best, we'll do whatever it takes, whatever it takes," he said.

"It has any sense, Steve, we're in great danger."

You were feeling too nervous and fearful about it.

"Let me take care of this for you," he asked you.

"You are the only thing I have."

"Nothing is going to separate us, trust me," Steve insisted.

“I always love you”.

"Everything will be fine, I promise you, I love you."

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Our Love 1/3

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 2348

Warnings: None just a whole lot of fluff.

Summary: You meet Leonard McCoy at a cafe.  

A/N: So this is the first part to @cuddlememerrick 1.3k follower celebration. Congrats again Aimee (please help tag), you deserve every one of your followers. Here’s to many more to come. Please do note that this will be the only fluff fic in this three parter. Here you go everyone, a cafe AU. (Yes, I know I put this in the McKirk section, but you’ll see why in the end.)

Part 2 is here..

It was Wednesday.

Wednesdays were one of the slowest days for a cafe. You’d cleaned the windows, the chairs, the tables, and the counters so often within the day that you’d lost count after twelve. You fancied the idea of closing early since there were hardly any customers coming in. Going home and snuggling under the covers was a good idea, but then you would have the face the task of finding something to do.

The cafe was situated not far from the hustling bustling of the clubs a few streets down. Many customers would stop by, and a few had begun to be regulars in just a few short months. Opening the little family cafe with your mom was a terrific idea. Now that the sun was setting, even less customers were stopping by.

No, you would stay till closing. It gave you something to do anyways. 

The bell clinked as the front door swung open. You glanced up from the counter you had been staring at for the last five minutes, and smiled as the customer walked in. 

“Welcome in. What can I get for you?” You straightened up, studying the stranger. A doctor, you presumed, as you recognized the scrubs he was wearing. His mop of black hair was in a mess, eyes faraway, and a very tight smile on his face. Exhaustion nearly drooped his eyes shut, and he looked dead on his feet.

“Just a dark roast, darlin’,”

“Can I get a name with that?” 

The stranger only raised an eyebrow. That action alone had you nearly melting inside. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were at work and he was a customer, you would totally be down to get to know him better. “I’m the only customer here.”

You shrugged, sweeping an arm around the space. “Anytime it could get busy, that’s the beauty of having a cafe,” you started. A sharpie poised on the edge of the cup. “And I like to get to know my customers better when I can.”

The man shook his head, and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment. “It’s Leonard.”

“Well grab a seat, Leonard,” You spoke, writing his name on his cup. “I’ll bring your coffee up to you.” 

Taking your advice, he chose a corner seat away from the doors and against one of the windows. Out of the corner of your eyes, you watched as he draped his coat on his seat and sat down, burying his head in his hands. Whatever he was going through was certainly not easy. 

Finished making the cup in record time, you strode quietly over to his table. “Here you go. One hot dark roast for you,” You paused, gently setting the coffee down in front of him. “Here’s to hoping that it will make your evening a little better, sir.”

Lifting his head out for a moment to look up at you, the edges of his mouth twitched slightly upward. “Thank you, darlin’, it smells heavenly.” With that, he put his head back into his hands.

“Of course,” You nodded, walking back behind your counter. Crestfallen, you returned to your duty of scrubbing the counters again. Of course, this was nothing new to you. Some customers were talkative, some had business to tend to, but most wanted to be left alone with their coffee. After all, this was a cafe where people from all sorts of lives could get a fresh cup of joe and forget about their busy day even for just a little bit.

You did your best not to ogle at him. For a brief moment, you had caught his features. Truth be told, he was beyond handsome, and very easy on the eyes. Tall, broad shouldered, a mop of now messy black hair, and a pair of brilliant hazel eyes to add to boot. He was near a picture perfect of a man who knew how to take care of himself.

Your stomach grumbled in protest, and you scowled, tearing your gaze away from your customer and to the stand beside. You could order take out and have it delivered, but you were the only one working tonight. So there went that idea. Reluctantly, you went to the back room for the fridge, hoping to scrounge up something that resembled a dinner. 

Surveying the limited options you had, you grabbed a wrap. Before you could close the door, you froze as an idea popped into your head. You could be brave, bring some food to your obvious sullen customer, and cheer him up as much as you could. Emboldened with the idea, you grabbed another sandwich and quickly made your way out front. 

During your moment of indecisiveness, Leonard started on his brew, eyes staring out the window. Gauging on his reflected expression from the glass, he had a faraway look, a very pained look, something you were very familiar with. Snatching a plate, you loaded his sandwich and another with some sweets from the stand. 

“Hey,” You approached his table, setting down the various plates you had. “I know it’s none of my business, and I don’t know you. But since there’s probably no one else for the rest of the night, and I'm sure you’re probably hungry, I thought that we could maybe have a talk?” 

Leonard turned to you, then to the offered food in front of him, and raised an eyebrow at it all. “I’ll take the sandwich, but as a doctor, sweets aren’t good for you.”

You grinned, sitting opposite of him. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Leonard?” You teased. 

“Gone, flew out of the window,” He drawled out. His southern accent must peek out more often when he was this exhausted. 

“So what brings you to my quaint cafe, doctor?” You spoke, quietly sipping on your warm Americano.

“Death and destruction,” He snorted, pausing to take a sip out of his joe again. “Ex wife won’t let me see my baby girl regularly anymore, saying I’m a bad influence on her. Lost custody, and now I can see her only on specific days of the year.”

You ate your quick dinner, diligently listening to Leonard as he spoke about how hard he worked to become a doctor to provide for his growing family, how his daughter had him wrapped around her pinkie, how his life was destroyed and had nowhere to go after the divorce, and how he didn’t know what to do with himself now. You patted his hand with yours, in an attempt to assure him that everything would be okay. He had a heart of gold, something that his ex must have overlooked.

“You know,” You broke a chocolate cookie in half. “Only a fool would let a person like you go. No one in their right mind with a man like you, just walk out the door like that, when you have a heart of gold.”

The doctor snorted, draining the last of his cup. “Do you?”

“‘Course I do,” You smirked. “I fed you, gave you something to drink, and got you to talk about your woes. That’s gotta count for something, ain’t it?” 

A brief flash of smile graced his face before it disappeared again. He chuckled. “It sure does, darlin’. It sure does.” 

Before you could return with a smartass reply, his pager beeped and he sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. I’ve gotta head back to work. They’re calling me back,” he smiled apologetically. 

“Oh no, no worries.You’re needed elsewhere,” You stood up as he did too. “I’ll get these cleared for you. I don’t want to keep you.”

“I’ll make it up to you another day,” The doctor trailed off, now realizing that you never gave your name.

“Y/N,” You supplied immediately, blushing at the fact that the entire time you never introduced yourself to him. “Will I see you again, Leonard?”

“I work over at St. Jude’s. All my nurses have been complimenting on your coffee, and I thought I could give this a try, see if the rumors were true,” He smirked, noticing your obvious blush. 

“Thank you,” You nodded your head. Swinging his coat back on, the doctor bid you a wonderful rest of the evening, and he took his leave. You stared at the crumbs on the table and the two empty cups with a sense of pride. You normally didn’t go out of your way to know your customers, but this time it paid off.

“Good luck, Leonard,” You mumbled, brushing the crumbs down the edge of the table and into a waiting plate below. Gathering everything else, you dumped the crumbs into trash and the rest into a sink. With a rag, you started cleaning the table with a satisfied smile on your face.

You didn’t see Leonard for the rest of the week. It was hard work to be a doctor, and almost on call all the time. Yet, you hoped that he would remember you and stop by when he could. You could visit the hospital, and ask for him, but you wondered if that was too forward of you.

It was another Wednesday when the handsome doctor stopped by, now two weeks after his first initial visit. 

“Leonard,” You greeted, recognizing the face of the doctor when the doors opened with a loud clink. “Still the same roast from before?”

Leonard brightened up as he saw you behind the counter, and grinned. “It will be an Americano today, darlin’.”

You chuckled, and nodded as you changed his order. Sitting in the same table that he did the first time, you noticed that he had cleaned himself up, and was a little more easy going than before. Perhaps things were letting up for him. 

“Ta da da da,” You gently set the cup, and a plate of his sandwich.

He looked up from his phone, and raised his eyebrow again as he noticed the food in front of him. “Darlin’, I-.”

“Oh please Leonard,” You rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t think I didn’t hear your stomach growling when you stepped in.”

“Alright, alright, you got me there, Y/N,” He laughed, and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard. You could get used to the sound. “But at least let me pay for it.”

You playfully swatted his hands away. “Please, no need. It’s on me.”

“Y/N,” He looked back up at you, searching your eyes when they met his. “Thank you.”

And that was how you got to meet Doctor Leonard McCoy, the famous and highly regarded practitioner in the medical field. It became a weekly routine. He would stop by on Wednesdays, and order his dark roast. You would set down a plate of food in front of him, and catch up. As the weeks went by, you admitted to yourself that you liked the guy. 

He was smart, witty, sarcastic, grouchy at times, but it was endearing. Now every week, you waited impatiently for Wednesday to come, to be able to speak with your favorite doctor. Even occasionally, you would send some free coffee up to his team of nurses and doctors with their coffee and some bites of food. 

You were definitely falling head over heels for the doctor. 

It had been almost three months since he first swung by. You and Leonard flirted shamelessly, but still the both of you waited for the other to make a move. You kept your mouth shut to your other employees. They didn’t need to know.

“Leonard,” You greeted, wiping away the last of the cups without looking up when the bell clinked. “The usual?”

“Actually darlin’,” Leonard stayed in front of your counter, shifting his weight from foot to foot as though he was nervous. “I can’t stay.”

“Oh,” You placed the rag away, and fully joined him up at the register. “What’s the matter? Everything's okay?”

“I’m seeing Joanna tonight. I only stopped by to let you know, darlin’,” He spoke.

“That’s wonderful news, Leonard. I’m happy for you,” You grinned up at him. “Do you want a coffee to go then or anything?”

The doctor shook his head. “Ma’s making dinner for me tonight, so I’ll have to pass this time.”

“How long do you get to see her for?”

“Three days. The ex is going on vacation, and doesn’t want the kid around. So I get to have her for a little bit.”

“Here, have a little something for the ride,” You fished out a bottled water out from the mini fridge. “Never know when you need it.”

“Thanks, darlin’,” He took it when you slid it over the register to him. “I should get goin’. Don’t want to miss my flight.”

“Have a safe trip, Leonard. I’ll see you when you get back?” You asked, and grinned when he nodded. He turned away to step back out.

“Wait hold on!” You stopped him before he could reach the door.

“Hmm?” Leonard turned back to you, a now familiar smirk on his face. Damn him. 

“Something for the ride,” You grinned, gently kissing him on his cheek and pushing an item into his hands. “And something to remember me by.”

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and you savored the way the tips of his ears burned pink. Wrapping his arms around you into a hug, he growled lowly into your ear. “Patience, Y/N. We’ll continue this when I come back.”

You laughed, and soon he joined in as well. After a moment, you stepped back, and bid him good luck and safe travels. Snatching your hand with his, he planted a kiss on the back of your hand and winked. With that, he stepped back out into the busy streets. 

It took him a few minutes to realize that you’d placed a piece of paper into his other hand. While hailing a cab, he unwrapped the paper, and grinned down at it. 

“Stay safe, darlin’. I’ll be back before you know it.” Came an unknown number on your phone.

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[ladyideal]

Our Love 2/3

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 3359

Warning: Whoo boy. Cursing, fighting, alcohol, slight fluff at the end, mention of character death, mostly angst and couples arguing

Summary: Two years since you met Leonard at the cafe, and you were together. Now working together on the Enterprise, you were happy. He was CMO, and you were First Officer on board. Concerned over Leonard’s health, you forced him to take a few days break, only to have it backfire in your face. 

A/N: Each part can stand on its own, if you don’t feel like reading it as a series. This is the second part where I chose “The Good Stuff” By Kenny Chesney which I love. Hope y’all enjoy, and you too @cuddlememerrick. ~ Italicized are the lyrics!

Part 1 is here. Part 3 is here.

That was two years ago when you first met Leonard McCoy at the cafe.

Since then, Starfleet had called you back to serve on a ship. With tears, you hugged your mom and the rest of your friends, and bid them a good bye with the promise of calling when you can. Your dad died serving aboard the USS Valiant when you were five. For you though, this was a family tradition. Every generation had served in Starfleet, and you were the fifth. 

Tearfully, you had told Leonard the news. Only to hear that he too was going into space. With luck, maybe you two could serve on the same ship one day. It was easier knowing he was in space, that there was a chance you get to meet him. However, it was a double edged sword, as anytime you could lose your boyfriend to the dangers of what space was known for.

Surprise, surprise though. 

You surprisingly met Leonard on the Enterprise. You explained that Starfleet sent a message saying that you were going to serve as First Officer. Almost immediately, your boyfriend rolled his eyes, and introduced you to his best friend and Captain James Kirk.It wasn’t long before you made friends with him too. 

Now two years later, you had everything you could ever want. Friends, a loving boyfriend, and working on the best place you could ever be.

“Dozed off there, Commander?” Jim grinned from behind you. 

Chekov had taken a sick day off. After some bribing from him, you agreed to take his shift. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the same thing to you too, Jim,” You frowned down at the notes from the previous ensign at your console. “You drool most of the time.”

“You wound me,” The Captain gasped in mock disbelief, putting a hand over his heart. 

You snorted loudly. “If only that can wound you, then a killing blow must be the actual truth. Isn’t that right, Len?”

“What’s this about the truth?” The doctor asked, looking between you and his best friend as he entered from the turbolift, before settling a scowl at Jim. 

“Bones!” Jim hastily turned to his doctor. “Your girlfriend has been spreading rumors about me.”

“Our Jimmy boy over there disagrees that drools when he naps.” You cut in, ignoring the spluttering from Jim. “What do you say?”

“Infants,” Leonard scowled. “What do you want, Jim? I’m busy.”

Two years brought you more happiness than you’ve ever imagined. He was CMO, and you were the First Officer. Both you and him held busy lives, but you’ve always made sure to find time and try to be with him. After the first year, you moved in with him. 

As a couple, you’ve had your fair share of arguments with him. How you were the one doing the laundry, how the way he cleaned his dishes, how this and that, but nothing big. You were fully grown adults, and you and him did your best to try to reconcile in the middle. Win some, lose some.

Till now. 

“Sweetheart,” Leonard frowned down at his PADD. “Why did Jim put me on a two day leave?”

You tilted your PADD downwards to watch him angrily toss his onto the nightstand. “Yeah, you have a bad habit of overworking yourself, love.”

“You went behind my back, Y/N!”

You put your PADD down entirely, having a bad feeling that was going to go south really soon. “You need a break, Len. Every time you always come back exhausted, and almost all the time, I have to tow you out of your office so we can eat together,” You defended yourself. “I’m only looking out for your well being.”

“I don’t need a. Fucking. Break.” Leonard stalked towards your side of the bed. “What the hell gave you the right to look out for my well being?!”

“Because I'm your goddamn girlfriend!” You stood up. “And that gives me the right to look after you when something isn’t right. You and Jim are the same! You put on the weight of the entire fucking crew on yourself and more, without thinking of yourself first!”

“That does not give you the fucking right to go behind my back!” He stopped, mere inches from you. His face was set in angry lines, red, and even a vein popping out at his anger. Involuntarily, you took a step back and gulped. 

“Len, please,” You tried, eyes widening as he continued. 

“I can’t believe I trusted you!”

“Damn it Leonard McCoy,” You immediately shot back at him. “Would you listen to yourself for one damn minute? You can’t look after the goddamn crew if you can’t look after yourself first!”

“Forget it, Y/N.” Leonard spat, storming out your shared quarters.

When the doors slid shut, you stood there in shock. Before long, you spun on your heels and marched back towards the bedroom. Tears came streaming down, falling quietly onto the carpet below. Crawling into bed, you hugged your knees to your chest and bawled loudly, shaking as you did so. 

All you could do was cycle Leonard’s hard words over and over again, as if the repeat button was broken in, and there was nothing to stop it. It was never easy from the beginning. You knew this, Leonard knew it too. You enjoyed your job, and so did he. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself utterly break down.

“Doctor,” The bartender greeted when Leonard sat down on a bar stool. 

“Bourbon, on the rocks.” 

Wisely, the bartender left. Leonard held his head in his hands, not a single sound was uttered as he sat. A glass of bourbon sat untouched in the quiet bar.

Well, me and my lady had our first big fight 

So I drove around till I saw the neon light

The corner bar, it just seemed right so I pulled up

Not a soul around but the old bar keep

Down at the end lookin' half asleep

But he walked up and said, what'll it be?

I said the good stuff

He didn't reach around for the whiskey

He didn't pour me a beer

His blue eyes kinda went misty

He said you can't find that here

He was ready to spend the rest of his life with you. He was sure you were the one. After the divorce with Jocelyn, you had been there with him since that small cafe. It was easy being around you, almost as easy as breathing. Your smile shone as bright as the stars, your laughter was infectious, and he could get lost in your eyes every time he caught your gaze.

He’d fallen head over heels quickly, and you did too.

Cooking recipes together, eating burnt dinner, enjoying a brief time down at the holodeck. There was nothing you didn’t do on the ship together. He was nervous speaking with your mom the first time when you introduced them to each other. You were a mess when he did the same to you with his mom, Joanna, his sister, and his grandparents. 

Everyone got along well, and were hopeful that he would be it. Every time you went down for an away mission, he would be the one to patch you up. When he went down, you micromanaged up until he returned back into your arms once more.  

The ring was stuffed deep inside his pocket, an uncomfortable constant reminder that he’d made the choice. The subject was brought up after a drunk night, at the same bar he was in now. An old song played, and you told him what you wanted.

Marry him. 

Leonard had never thought that he would ever hear the words again. You had to be kidding, you couldn’t mean what you said. In the morning after, you assured him that you were 100% serious. If you were ever going to marry anyone, it would be him. No one else. 

You were his.

He was yours. 

He’d chosen the ring during one of the shore leaves, while you were out with your friends relaxing at the beaches. Jim had teased him the entire way there and back. It was a small market that he had looked around for. An artisan jeweler brought out the pieces, and after much thought, he had chosen a modest one. 

It was a promise. A promise of more in the future, and a life full of happiness. But now, it felt as if everything he’d worked for was crumbling down. 

“I apologize for intruding, doctor,” The bartender hesitated, barging into Leonard’s thoughts. “A fight with the Commander?”

'Cause its the first long kiss on a second date

Momma's all worried when you get home late

And droppin' the ring in the spaghetti plate

'Cause you're hands are shakin' so much

And its the way that she looks with her eyes and her hair

Eatin' burnt suppers the whole first year

And askin' for seconds to keep her from tearin' up

Yeah man, that's the good stuff

It was just a relationship hurdle Leonard had to go through. Everyone did.  He wanted you and him to work, badly. Jim was no help, and so the only logical thing was to explain it all. He didn’t know how long it was since he last asked for help.

Him and Jocelyn went to marriage counseling, but that fell through immediately. It wasn’t long before they were arguing again, bringing the whole house down. As the rift widened, he knew it wasn’t long before they separated. 

He was right. Now, he didn’t want a repeat number two. 

“Doc, I met my wife five years ago,” The bartender started placing the clean glasses away, reminding of how Leonard first met you. “Lost her after a year together on the Valiant. It was a new planet, and she was a scientist that wanted to know as much as she could. I regret it all, spending my time drinking at a bar when I could’ve been with her.”

Leonard frowned, rolling his glass around in confusion. “I don’t-.”

“Alcohol changes nothing. The problem at the end, is just swept under the rug where hopefully no one ever notices it,” The bartender continued, as though he didn’t hear the doctor in front of him. “But what you don’t know is that turning a blind eye only makes the problem grow bigger.”

He paused. “If I had known that Morgan would be brought back home in just a year, I would take it all back. All the arguing, all the anger, just to be able to see her smile again. It’s not worth it, worth the shouting, worth the pain.  I’d do anything to keep her happy, and I’m sure that’s what you want with Y/N also.”

Leonard nodded, taking a sip as he listened. 

“I spent it all at the bar here. We fought. I drank. We fought more. I drank more. It was a continuous cycle of love and hate. Eventually, we would crash and burn. We would forgive each other, and try to move on. In the morning before she died, we fought too. I told her it was too dangerous, that someone else could go in her place. But my wife was stubborn, said that it was her job as a scientist and to document it all. She later died in my arms, thinking that I hated her.”

The bartender took a sip from his water, looking forlornly out the window. 

Leonard stared down at his empty glass, contemplating the words. When he and Jocelyn started fighting, he had ended up turning to alcohol. Too close with alcohol in fact. Being a resident kept him busy, almost always around the clock at the hospital. It was always work, went home to sleep, and then went back to work again. He took it all for granted, and he paid the price.

Now, he was noticing the pattern again. Working down at the medbay, and only coming back to his quarters dead on his feet. He knew what he had to do. 

He grabbed a carton of milk and he poured a glass

And I smiled and said I'll have some of that

We sat there and talked as an hour passed like old friends

I saw a black and white picture and it caught my stare

It was a pretty girl with bu-font hair

He said, that's my Bonnie, taken 'bout a year after we wed

He said, I spent five years in the bar when the cancer took her from me

But I've been sober three years now

'Cause the one thing's stronger than the whiskey

“Now all I have left of her are my two kids that I raised on my own, and I’ve told them the same that I’m telling you now. Life is too short to focus on the small arguments, to waste it all away on something far less precious than the one you want to be with the rest of your life. Even more so, when no one knows when we will pass out in space where our control is out of our hands, doc.”

Leonard looked back up at the bartender, who was now leaning against the counter. 

“And your kids now?”

 “Morgan didn’t watch them grow up into the adults they are now, and didn’t hold what would have been our grandchildren. All I could remember was drinking all the time in order to drown my sorrows away, and hopefully forget it all.They keep me sober for two years now, and I do it for them now.   Both have their momma’s eyes. But I still miss her like crazy. I miss her laugh, her smile, her jokes, her eyes, the way she moves, everything. What I have left now are memories and a picture of her.”

He indicated a small colored photo propped up against a shot glass with a slight nod. “I keep her on me at all times. But most of my memories were hardly good. So I live with the regret of yelling and arguing at her for the rest of my life. I hope she’s up there somewhere though, in a better place and have forgiven me.”

“If I had the chance to do it right, I would take it within a heartbeat. Don’t repeat what I did. You never know when the good Lord will call your loved ones home.”  

“I understand what you’re tryin’ to say,” Leonard quietly spoke. 

“Here,” The bartender slid a glass of water over to the doctor. “I hope you keep this in mind, doc. We’ve only got one chance to get this right.” 

Was the sight of her holdin' my baby girl

The way she adored that string of pearls

I gave her the day that our youngest boy Earl

Married his high school love

And its a new t-shirt sayin' I'm a grandpa

Bein' right there as our time got small

And holdin' her hand when good the Lord called her up

Yeah man that's the good stuff

“I-I should go,” Leonard stood up, reaching over to pay for his drink. He drained his glass of water quickly. 

“It’s on me, doc,” The bartender waved his offered credits away. “For my wife Morgan.”

Thanking him, he hurried back to his shared quarters, desperately hoping you were still there. He knew what he had to say. All he needed was you to not have left. It would crush him even more if you did. No, he convinced himself. You were still there of course, but unhappy and upset. 

Rightly so. 

You didn’t know how long it had been since Leonard left, but you assumed it must have been a bit by now. Your mind still echoed of his anger, and it was all you could think about. The crying hadn’t exactly stopped either, only enough for you to suffer in the silence. 

It was silent enough that you heard the doors slid open though, and curled up tighter into a fetal position. You hid deeper under the covers, desperately hoping that he wouldn’t be able to immediately see you. You shivered as you heard his footsteps approach. 

“Still here, sugar?” Leonard called out from the hallway. He waited a moment for a reply, a sound, anything, but heaved a heavy sigh in the silence. “Thought so,” he mumbled, slowly making his way towards the bedroom. 

You kept your eyes on your pillow, one side of your cheek brushing against the wetness of the pillow cover. It was easier to not meet his gaze, or anything to associate with him. You whimpered quietly, eyes glassy and faraway. When the mattress dipped beside you, you kept your eyes focused on the other wall, refusing to look at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. 

It’s all you’ve known previously. You’d hoped this time, it would be different. Clearly not. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of it, I swear,” He murmured, slowly sliding his way into the covers beside you. His voice always soothed you, and this time it was no different. Yet, you still didn’t move.

Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around you in an effort to bring you closer to him. Wrenched out of your mind by the sudden contact, you flinched and jumped, before finally turning around to fully face him. 

Leonard looked wounded. For a moment, the self loathing crossed his face before it disappeared as quickly as it came. You knew Leonard, knew him enough that he would never hurt you. Therefore, you trusted him more than you had ever trusted anyone outside your immediate family. 

The mind was cruel that way. It twisted and turned, whispering words of pain and distrust after the fight. Playing a trick was how the mind defended itself, but his time, it was hurting you in its path of self defense. Sniffling, you slowly looked up from his blue tunic and up to his eyes. All you could see reflected in his eyes was apologetic, understanding, and most importantly, love.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he continued, his voice soft and gentler than he had ever used on you. You whimpered once more, and he squeezed you tighter in his arms. “I know. It’s alright.” You ducked your head back down, letting out a sigh of relief that you didn’t know you were holding in, and laid your head on his chest. 

And cried once more. 

“I’m so sorry, sugar,” Leonard spoke lowly. Bit by bit, your tears stopped falling. Quieting down after some time, you let Leonard gently wipe away tear streaks upon your cheeks. You cleared your scratchy throat, hoping to get the words.

“Should’ve told you,” You managed out, looking tearfully back up at him. 

“Let me hold you for tonight, worry about that tomorrow.”

He said, when you get home she'll start to cry

When she says, I'm sorry, say so am I

Look into those eyes so deep in love and drink it up

'Cause that's the good stuff

“I’m not going to break up with you.” Was the first thing you said in the morning over breakfast. You’d taken the day off, knowing that even if you went back to work in the state you were in at the moment, Jim would just take you off anyways. Plus Leonard mattered more to you than a job. He was your everything, and you would do anything to fix this together.

Leonard came first. Job came second.

Leonard frowned, nearly choking over his spit at your words. “You should be furious with me.”

You only shook your head, poking your eggs around before taking a bite. “It's not the first time I've gone through this, Len.” A pause. “And I should’ve known better.” 

“You were looking out for me, sweetheart, and I’m sorry that I yelled at you.”

You reached out with your other hand to grab his, rubbing circles into his skin in an attempt to soothe him. “Thank you.”

That's the good stuff

ST Tags: @mournthewicked​ (You’re the best, thank you.)

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Our Love Masterlist

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So this is where I’ll put all three parts of the series for Aimee’s 13k Follower Celebration. Each part will be tagged and have warnings. 

Be warned. It gets darker in each part.

Part 1 (Cafe AU)

Part 2 ( The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney)

Part 3 (”Close Your Eyes”)

[marvelouslytrekking]

Early (and eventually) congrats Aimee! Eep! Would love to join your writing challenge. 💕 I'm gonna take up a cafe au, and the good stuff by Kenny Chesney for our good doctor Leonard McCoy x Reader. Then end it all with a "I lost him" with McKirk x reader. Make it a 3 parter.

Alright the first two are yours but the third one was already taken so if you just want to come up with another one or just use the first two!

(Also I love that you picked the Kenny Chesney song)

[nekoannie-chan]

Protegerlas

Pareja: Steve Rogers x Lectora

Palabras: 1068 palabras

Resumen: Los Acuerdos de Sokovia buscaban separar a las familias de superhéroes, sin embargo harían cualquier cosa para proteger la que habían formado.

Advertencias: Menciones de muerte, nada explícito.

A/N: Los Flashback están en cursivas.

La lectora es mutante.

Este One-shot es una especie de mezcla de la Guerra Civil (tanto cómic como película) y de la serie The Gifted.

Es mi entrada para Kellyn’s 5K Writing Challenge con la frase #27:

“¿Quiénes somos si no podemos protegerlas?”

“Tenemos que protegerlas”

También es mi entrada para Aimee’s Follower Celebration Writing Challenge con la frase #7:

“Déjame encargarme de esto por ti”

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Otros lugares donde publico: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea. 

Habían leído todos los Acuerdos de Sokovia, básicamente exigían que todos los hijos cuyos ambos padres fueran superhéroes fueran entregados al gobierno para su crianza, en definitiva no iban a permitir que su familia fuera separada.

Sin contar que en los lineamientos se establecían que los hijos estarían bajo el cuidado de un área específica del gobierno  y que no se le les iba a permitir a los padres tener ningún tipo de contacto con ellos.

—Oh Steve es horrible, los Centinelas le quitaron a Valeria y a Franklin al doctor Richards y a Sue, no soportaría que nos hicieran lo mismo con nuestras hijas—dijiste casi al borde de las lágrimas.

Las gemelas dormían pacíficamente en su cuna, en un rato se despertarían hambrientas.

—No lo harán, no voy a permitirlo, si es necesario mantenerlas ocultas lo haremos—te aseguró Steve.

Habían estado huyendo las últimas semanas Steve y tú, junto con sus dos pequeñas hijas, ya que se habían negado a firmar los Acuerdos.

Ross afirmaba que tenían poderes, cosa que ni siquiera ustedes sabían, ya que apenas tenían seis meses de edad, sin embargo el hombre lo aseguraba porque tú eres mutante.

En cuanto Steve te avisó de la situación, de inmediato tomaste las cosas que creíste necesarias. Necesitabas salir del lugar antes de que fueran por ustedes.

Te habías dirigido al lugar que habían quedado que sería su resguardo por si alguna emergencia pasaba, te habías asegurado de que nadie te siguiera, sentías como la paranoia incrementaba, las ibas a proteger aunque te costara la vida, en el refugio seguías estando nerviosa, no podías comunicarte con nadie por si las líneas estaban intervenidas; en cuanto tu esposo llegó, te lanzaste a sus brazos

— ¿Qué es lo qué pasó?—le preguntaste.

—Apenas pudimos huir, espera quiero presentarte a alguien—te respondió Steve.

Steve fue hacia el recibidor y prácticamente llevó a su amigo a rastras.

— Él es Bucky—lo presentó Steve.

La incomodidad de Barnes era demasiado notoria, probablemente tenía miedo de lastimar a alguien.

—Soy T/N, la esposa de Steve—te presentaste.

Bucky sonrió con timidez. Fuiste por las pequeñas para presentarlas.

—Ellas son nuestras hijas—le dijiste.

Le enseñaste las dos bebés a Bucky, quien las miró temeroso no quería asustarlas.

—Si quieres puedes cargarlas—ofreciste.

—No, no, no quisiera dañarlas—dijo con voz temerosa.

Miraste a Steve, quien con un gesto te dio a entender que todo estaba bien. Después comenzaron a contarte todo lo que había pasado.

— ¿A dónde iremos? no podemos quedarnos aquí—cuestionaste.

Probablemente alguien los encontraría y entregarían a las autoridades.

—Alguien de confianza nos va ayudar, también a Buck—indicó Steve.

Lo miraste dubitativa, en definitiva no querían perder a sus hijas

— ¿Quién?

—Alguien que cometió un error, te aseguro que está de nuestro lado.

Aún no controlabas del todo tus poderes, justamente el día de tu cumpleaños número 14 apareció el primer poder, eventualmente otros más se manifestaron; el per día de tu vida fue cuando tu familia había decidido ir a un picnic en el bosque, ahí creían que nadie los encontraría, tus padres estaban enseñándote a usar tus usarlos.

Un grupo de Purificadores los había encontrado y comenzaron a atacarlos; tus padres habían conseguido que escaparas, estuviste unas horas vagando en el interior del boque aunque conocías muy bien el lugar, así que no te habías perdido, regresaste a donde habías estado con tus padres; ya no están los Purificadores, pero la escena era terrible y escabrosa; en el piso yacían los cuerpos de tus padres inertes y cubiertos de sangre estabas horrorizada.

Te levantaste y retrocediste unos cuantos pasos, debías huir antes de que los Purificadores regresarán o te encontraran, antes de que la Hermandad apareciera tus padres habían advertido que nunca te unieras a ellos

También te habían dado una dirección a donde ir en caso de que algo así pasara, sabías perfectamente que hacer en una situación así, limpiaste las lágrimas que caían por tus mejillas y fuiste al lugar tratando de no llamar la atención para poder llegar a salvo, tocaste la puerta de la dirección, en cuanto Fury abrió y te vio comprendió lo que había pasado, ahora él te iba a proteger.

Sigues teniendo pesadillas con ese momento. El hecho de que ahora existen esos Acuerdos significaba que a tus hijas les podría pasar lo mismo que a ti, evidentemente el simple pensamiento de aquella posibilidad te angustiaba.

No te sentías del todo cómoda en Wakanda, la preocupación era constante,  sentías que en cualquier momento los iban a traicionar y alguien del gobierno ir para quitarte a tus bebés, también extrañabas poder visitar la tumba de tus padres

Sin contar que también al poco tiempo de llegar al lugar habías tenido una premonición, parecía de unos quince años en el futuro, parecía un mundo ideal, tus hijas sin miedo estaban usando sus poderes en el patio de la casa donde vivían.

No sabías como podrían logran un futuro así de feliz y en familia.

Veías por la ventana mientras pequeñas estaban dormidas, todas esas ideas asaltaban tu cabeza sin descanso, en tu rostro se reflejaban tus sentimientos verdaderos aunque trataras de ocultarlos.

Los malditos Acuerdos y el odio que la gente aún tenía hacia los mutantes estaban arruinando tu vida y tu familia de nuevo.

—Muñeca ¿qué tienes?—preguntó Steve al entrar a la habitación.

Te sobresaltaste, ni siquiera habías escuchado cuando entró.

—Estoy preocupada—admitiste.

— ¿Por qué?—cuestionó.

— ¿Quiénes somos si no podemos protegerlas?

—Tenemos que protegerlas—Te aseguró.

— ¿Cómo?

—Tendremos que irnos de aquí por seguridad, T’Challa dice que seguirá aparentando que apoya los Acuerdos, negará que todos los que nos negamos a firmar estuvimos aquí alguna vez, pero obviamente es peligroso que continuemos en este lugar, sin embargo seguiremos en comunicación—explicó el súper soldado.

— ¿A dónde iremos? no entiendo ¿qué es lo que quieres hacer?—inquiriste.

—Algún país donde no hayan firmado, todo estará bien, buscaremos la forma de pasar de incógnitos—respondió.

— ¿Seguro?

—Es lo mejor, haremos lo que sea necesario, cueste lo que cueste—aseguró.

—No le encuentro nada de sentido a esto, Steve estamos en un gran peligro.

Te estabas sintiendo demasiado nerviosa y temerosa al respecto.

—Déjame encargarme de esto por ti—te pidió.

—Ustedes son lo único que tengo.

—Nada nos va a separar, confía en mí—Steve insistió.

—Siempre, te amo.

—Todo estará bien, te lo prometo, te amo.

[marvelouslytrekking]

Congrats on nearly 1.3k followers, that’s amazing and you deserve em all!! I’d like to write for the bodyguard au with Carol Danvers please c:

Yess!!!! I am very excited for that!! All yours!!

[marvelouslytrekking]

congrats aimee!!! i’m so excited to write a little tidbit for your celebration! can i have dialogue prompt 20 w/ bucky??💕

All yours! Excited to see what you write!! Thanks for joining!

[marvelouslytrekking]

Soooooo, I think I would like to write "I lost him" with Geraskier/Reader, if you are okay with that 😇😂

I'm really not sure if I'm okay with that one..... 😂😂 kidding it's all yours!!