description: can i request a Carlisle imagine please where you’re human but a trainee doctor so he’s your tutor and you begin to get really close end you start to stay over at his place after him mentoring you
You sighed in relief as you finally ended your report to the intern who was now taking over your shift. It had been a long twelve hour day and you were glad to finally go home.
You loved your new job as a doctor in the Emergency Room at the hospital in Forks, but it was an exhausting job. Most of the patients that came into the ER were seriously in need of, but the others who came in just for something to do were a little much at times.
“You did well today, Y/n.” Carlisle Cullen, a doctor who had been there for years before you started, approached you as you neared the break room. He had been your mentor when you first started months ago and you now considered him a friend.
“Thank you.” You answered with a smile, holding the door open for him to enter behind you. “I think I’m finally getting a routine with everything.”
“I’d say you are.” He smiled back at you. The two of you clocked out in silence, gathering your belongings in the same fashion.
Carlisle followed you outside, shooting you glances every now and again. You kept your eyes forward as you walked, hoping that your face wasn’t at red as it felt.
He stopped by your car, his face kind and eyes patient as he watched you throw your stuff inside. You brushed your hair out of your face, locking eyes with him as you placed your hands on your car door. “Are you back tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” He answered. “You?”
“Yep.” You sighed. “And then I’m off for the weekend.”
“Me too.” He fell silent for a moment, looking around the parking lot before focusing on you. “Any plans for the weekend?”
You stammered for a moment before getting ahold of yourself. “Not really.”
“Me neither.” Carlisle grinned. “Maybe we could go out one night?”
You knew your face was as red as it felt now. “I’d like that.”
“Great!” He tapped the hood of your car, clearly happy over your response. “Saturday? I can pick you up around six?”
You nodded eagerly. “Sounds great.”
“We can talk more about it tomorrow.” Carlisle told you, now backing away from you to head to his own car. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Carlisle.” You grinned at him one last time before getting in your car.
You had a feeling you were going to have a great weekend.
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A wince left your lips as you stood from the ground. You bent over to loo at your knee, hissing when you saw the blood dripping from your knee. You had decided to go for a hike today, which obviously wasn’t the best idea.
You were quite clumsy, even more so than Bella, and usually went with someone else. However, all of your friends were busy and you didn’t want to bother Carlisle. He had been busy with work lately.
You brushed off the dirt from your body and began to slowly walk back to the house. The cut wasn’t too bad but it hurt so bad.
After you returned to the house, you slowly walked towards Carlisle’s office. You pushed the door open gently, and walked inside. He sat at his desk, nose buried in the paperwork on top of it.
He looked up when he heard the door open. His eyes landed on your injury immediately, and he rushed over to you, “what’d you do?”
You shrugged casually, “I wanted to go on a hike.”
Carlisle shook his head with a smile, “why didn’t you tell me? You’re too clumsy to do things like this by yourself.”
You laughed at how true his statement was, “I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You’re not bothering me,” Carlisle helped you sit on his desk and went to grab a wet towel. When he returned, he gently pressed it towards your knee.
You gritted your teeth together at the sting but said nothing as you watched Carlisle clean the wound. Once it was clean, he grabbed a bandaid and covered the now small cut.
Carlisle smiled at you and gently kissed your lips, “all better.”
“Thank you,” you told him, jumping up from his desk.
“You’re welcome, y/n,” Carlisle sat back down, “just be careful next time.”
Description: Could you write an imagine with an social anxious still human S/O with Carlisle please? :)
Requested by:Anon
Warnings: Social anxiety, slight panic attack.
Thanks for requesting! Send in some requests! Also, I haven’t wrote panic attacks before so forgive me if this is bad.
(He’s the love of my life, honestly)
You gripped Carlisle’s hand tightly as your eyes scanned the crowd in front of you. It was Bella and Edward’s wedding night, and the house was packed.
As Carlisle led you behind him, you could feel your anxiety rising slightly. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel your palms becoming sweaty.
You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down, but felt your panic rise when he stopped in front of a family.
They were gorgeous - all of the women had beautiful blonde hair and amber eyes, and the man was brunette. You gripped his hand tighter as you stared at them and tried to even out your breathing.
“Y/n,” Carlisle turned to you, giving you an encouraging smile, “these are the Denali’s. I’ve told you about them before.”
You nodded, giving them an uneasy smile. Carmen nodded at you with a smile, staying back as she sensed your anxiety. Carlisle conversed with the family for a moment longer, before you lightly nudged his arm.
Your breathing had gotten faster and you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded. You were not comfortable at all.
He glanced back at you in concern, and excused the two of you from the conversation. He led you to a quiet room away from the party and gripped your face in his hands, “breathe, my love. It’s okay.”
You nodded, trying your best to focus on his words. Your eyes locked onto his own and you exhaled out of your mouth. His eyes had always been the thing to cease your panic attacks.
After a few more shaky breaths, you closed your eyes, “I’m sorry.”
Carlisle pulled you to his chest, swaying you back and forth, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. It’s okay.”
“I wish I wasn’t like this,” you mumbled.
“It’s apart of you,” Carlisle whispered, kissing your forehead, “it doesn’t make you less of a person.”
You didn’t say anything to him, but held on to him tighter after his words, “thank you.”
Request: Can I get just a fluffy Carlisle x reader? Just have some fun but with fluff?
Warnings:Fluff
Thank you for requesting! Send them in! Also, I kinda took this from my book Control on Wattpad. Give it a read!
Fire crackled in the fireplace in front of you. Your hands were wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, your head resting on your fiance’s shoulder. Carlisle sat close to you, holding a book in his hand.
It was quiet. The rest of the family had went out to hunt that morning, leaving the house completely empty.
Your eyes fought to stay open as you listened to Carlisle’s breathing and the soft sounds of the fire. Your hands gripped your mug tighter as you yawned.
Carlisle glanced down at you, warmly. He chuckled at your tired state before closing his book and running a hand through your hair. He kissed your forehead softly, “we can go back to bed, y/n.”
It was early in the morning - 7 am to be exact. But you and Carlisle never got proper alone time, and you wanted to enjoy your time together.
“No,” you mumbled, waving your hand at him, “I’m fine. I’ll wake up eventually.”
He only chuckled again, “whatever you say, darling.”
The man went back to reading his book while you moved even closer to him. You pulled at the blanket resting beside you, moving it to cover your body. A sigh of contentment left your lips as you closed your eyes again.
Carlisle glanced down at you once more, smiling at your now sleeping form. He closed his book and grabbed the cup of tea from your hands. His lips found your forehead again and lingered for a short moment before he pulled back.
He took one more look at you, before picking up his book once more.
Request: Could you write a Carlisle x Reader where the reader is still human and makes self-deprecating jokes about herself that he doesn’t like?
Warnings: self-deprecating jokes.
Thank you for requesting! Send them in guys! I don’t write smut.
You sat at the kitchen table, staring down at the piece of paper below you. Your hands were tangled through your hair as you thought. Carlisle sat next to you on his computer.
You absolutely hated your job. They assigned you stupid assignments all the time and you were completely stuck on the latest one. You could feel a headache growing between your ears.
This assignment was due tomorrow morning, and of course you pushed it off until the last minute. Due to your frustration, a lump grew in your throat.
“I’m so stupid,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes, “what kind of idiot waits until the last minute to do something like this?”
Carlisle looked up from his laptop with a frown. This wasn’t the first time you had been down on yourself, but he absolutely hated when you felt this way. You definitely weren’t stupid to him.
He reached across the table to grab one of your hands and offered you a small smile, before frowning again, “you’re not stupid, y/n. You’re just stressed.”
You rolled your eyes at him, “I do this every single time. I need to get my shit together, honestly.”
He shook his head, “you’ve been insanely busy this week, darling. They’ve had you at work every chance they can. When were you going to get the chance?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, “you’re not stupid, and you’re certainly not an idiot. I don’t like when you say things like this. You’re very smart, y/n. You’ll figure this out.”
A smile tugged at your lips and you squeezed his hand. He always made you feel better, “thanks Carlisle.”
He smiled back at you, then moved closer. His eyes moved from the paper to you, “I’ll help you now. What do you need to do?”
It’s kind of insane that the guy who almost attacked Bella is an actual rapist and murderer and he DOESN’T tell her… ever…! It definitely would have given Twilight a different tone so maybe it was for the best… but I definitely liked this side plot in the darker Midnight Sun.
(Also, I love how Edward worships Carlisle.)
It sucks for Edward that he’s constantly fighting with himself about what the future might bring for Bella if he stays with her, all the while having to see her as a “soulless” vampire in each of his families heads.
Summary:While Mia’s learning to drive, she gets in a car accident resulting in damage to her sister’s car and the death of a deer in the wrong place at the wrong time. Rosalie and Mia both make some assumptions about one another in the wake of the accident before finding some common ground and understanding.
Characters:Rosalie Hale and Mia Cullen
Request: From anon - Hi I asked for Rose’s one “is that blood?” so you could change it for “You didn’t think I cared about you, did you?” :D
A/N: The day I started writing this idea, I almost hit three deer going out to do the shopping and I was put off the piece for months as a result.
Content Warnings: Angst, Grief, Guilt, Car Accident, Animal Death (mentions)
Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there.
Maybe I’m just not really good at Google but I have been able to find any grafic fanart with them and it made me… a little bit unhappy? But if something makes me sad I try to fix it!!!!!!111
can’t get over the fact that Peter Facinelli dyed his real hair blonde for the first Twilight movie and they really made him wear a wig in the second one because they said it looked bad
Heyyyyyy, I’m back with the daddy carlisle content, this was request by an anonymous. Enjoy!
When Carlisle met (y/n) he felt like the situation was made by God himself, she was an intern from New York that she found out about how good of a doctor Carlisle is and wanted to learn from him, he remembered that the college she was attending had asked him to come and meet the students, he of course had agreed and gave one lecture to the ones that wanted to listen yet somehow he had missed (y/n) who apparently was mesmerized by him and chose the small hospital in forks for her last internship so she could get her degree.
Other than the fact that Carlisle felt honored for having a young doctor tell him she was inspired by him, he found her extremely beautiful, she radiated love with that smile that lit up the room, her voice felt like music and her unfiltered loud laugh was so authentic, you could tell it came from within. She wasn’t spreading love, she is love, she what love looks like to him.
When it came to asking her out he waited for her to clock out, although that was the hardest part since (y/n) seemed to be charged rather than having the need to sleep, to be quite fair the bags under her marvelous eyes indicated that she was in much need of a good night’s sleep but she seemed in such bliss while she worked, the others had to basically kick her out when her shift was over.
“Excuse me, before you go… I want to ask you something”
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No no, I… umm… would you like to go out for dinner?”
(Y/n) stood there staring at Carlisle. She had been crushing over him for a while now but she assumed he was either married or had a companionship, he was a very private man.
“Like, as a date?”
“Yes”
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“Come on! Those things are such a scam!”
She yelled in irritation as the game buzzed once again, Emmett had managed to find this little game called “operation” and now (y/n) was trying to prove her entire degree over a board game. Carlisle was in the kitchen cooking as he heard his son’s victorious laugh masking (y/n)’s annoyed groan.
“Oh that’s alright human, you’ll get it next time”
“Stop calling me that”
She snapped back as Emmett took his turn. Rosalie was sitting next to (y/n) just watching the two, from all of them Rosalie seemed to be the most fond of (y/n), don’t get it wrong the others loved her but Rosalie had the biggest soft spot. Maybe because (y/n) always said how she is in no rush to become immortal, she loved her immortality and also joked how she wanted to pass Carlisle’s “legal” age. Other than that their common ground is how (y/n) had confessed she wanted to become a mother, have a kid to nurture and see it grow.
“This is bullshit”
“Ah ah language young lady”
“I’m sorry grandpa, want to go outside and maybe see the bears? Oh I forgot you are not really friends with them”
Rosalie couldn’t help but giggle at the little dig (y/n) made towards her husband. Emmett just stood there shocked before getting up to pick (y/n) and place her over her shoulder and started to walk outside. (Y/n) and Emmett were chaotic together, they fought like siblings and to the others even though there was a mild concern about her wellbeing they found it extremely entertaining.
“These two will never stop”
Carlisle whispered as he followed Rosalie out to find the two little kids that were trapped in grown bodies. They found them as Emmett still had her over his shoulder while (y/n) tried to bite his arm at a desperate attempt to cause him pain.
“Apologize mortal”
“I’d rather chop my boobs off”
“Ok, Emmett please put her down”
Emmett decided to listen to Carlisle after he huffed in a disappointed manner and then placed her down while (y/n) fixed her hair.
“You’re lucky my man is holding me back or I would bite your hand off”
“I’d like to see you try”
Carlisle couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the girl going on her tiptoes to reach Emmett’s height and still couldn’t really compare, who could blame her though? Emmett was known because of his tall and well built figure.
“Come on Emmett, we have to go hunting and (y/n) has to eat”
“See ya around bear boy”
(Y/n) said as she skipped over to Carlisle and gave him a big hug. Carlisle seemed to relax under her touch and forget all the types of trouble she is causing with her playfulness when she is out of her blue scrubs. His hand went to her hair as he stroked it before placing a kiss at the top of her head, when the others walked away she looked at him with those sparkling hues that seemed to never leave his mind.
“What’s for dinner?”
“I made you some shrimp pasta”
“Sounds delicious. Come on chef I will taste your masterpiece and then you can taste my mom’s”
So I had to repost this cause tumblr is on my ass for some reason. It was requested by an anon. Enjoy!
From the first glance (Y/n) and Carlisle were the opposites of each other. (Y/n) was a very guarded person, seemed cold and unapproachable, very stoic mannerism. Carlisle had a reassuring smile on his face almost every day, he carried himself with this warm and welcoming aura, most of their mutual would have never guessed that they would be the perfect match.
Carlisle begged to differ, yes when he met her he was a bit wary on how to approach her without insulting her, she had come to the hospital for a check up, since as a dance teacher she valued her health and tried to keep up with her blood tests and other stuff, if she wanted to teach she must set a good example and she had to be in top shape. Once he got to know her on a more personal level he realized that she was one of the most sensitive, empathetic woman, the most fascinating part about her was that she had this child-like wonder, that glistered in her eyes over the tiniest little things that people normally skip over or gradually take for granted.
He often liked to reminisce of their first Christmas, he had finally convinced her to come over and spend it with his family, since it was one of their first milestones he tried to find the perfect gift, something that she would love with all her heart, so he bought her a replica of the dress from her favorite animated movie “Anastasia” along with the tiara she was wearing in one particular scene. In a blink of an eye the distant, confident (y/n) started bawling her eyes out from pure joy, without being able to utter a word.
“You know it’s just my luck to get sick right before Christmas”
As much as she loved being pampered, (y/n) hated being sick. All her injuries from her years of dancing were now aching and burning like a thousand suns, her nose was stuffy, her eyes burned and the fever was making her sweat profusely, she was a very neat person so this disheveled state was not her style, one of her worst case scenario was for Carlisle to see her like this.
Carlisle would always jump in the chance of taking care of her, that was his job, to mend the wounds of the people that he loved. He found her adorable as she was engulfed by the covers, her head deep in the pillows while her nose and cheeks were this cherry red that indicated of her persistent fever.
“Come on angel it’s not that bad”
“Yes it is, get away from me I smell like death”
“People that suffered from the black plague smelled like death not you”
“Comparing me to the kind that got sick from a vicious plague that came from rats it’s not comforting”
Carlisle laughed at her wounded ego. (Y/n) did not only have the child-like wonder she also had the child-like temper and stubbornness of one whenever she got under the weather. She blamed it on him being what he was, which meant he never got sick or sweaty, he was just immune to anything ugly.
To him that was the most beautiful thing about her. She was human, she could cry, feel her heart race after running, her breath get more swallow after a work out. His favorite was when she got sleepy, her eyes slowly closing as she desperately tried to stay awake, how her voice got a bit raspy and slow, she was adorable to him. All these little things were the most amazing parts of her, stuff that he had lost decades ago, humanity was something he missed so much.
“Come on beautiful, time for your medicine”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, it will help with your fever”
She groaned before she sat up to take the little cup filled with the syrup. It was supposed to be cherry flavored, however everyone knew cherry flavored medicine tastes the worst, she took a breath to prepare herself for the awful flavor that was about to fill her taste buds when she let it touch her lips. As the thick liquid went down her throat she winced, making Carlisle laugh at the little grimace she did from the sourness of it. She started coughing over the thick consistency the medicine had, as she tried to suck it up and be a grown up.
“Fucking disgusting”
“Wash it down with this”
He passed her glass of freshly squeezed orange juice which she gladly took and gulped it down to recover from the awfulness that was the medicine. The sweetness of the juice soothed her throat, dissolving the sour taste of the previous liquid that went past it. He sat next her and tried to hug her when she pulled away and tried to hide under her blankets.
“No, I smell”
“Angel, you smell fine. Let me give you a hug”
She didn’t respond, she just got closer to him and let her head to rest on his lap. He smiled at her silent reply and let his hand ran through her hair as she got comfortable. He was aware she felt awful but to him she couldn’t be more perfect, as she curled up to his side, her uneven breaths as she attempted to breath from her nose but failed, he wished to be able to have those things of humanity.
“Why are you so perfect?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing angel”
“I hate that you are vampire, you get to be this untouchable thing and I get sick because I went out without a jacket”
“Mortality is the most amazing thing, you get to grow old with your friends and family, have a family of your own”
“Was it hard to outgrow people that you loved? I always wondered if you ever met a human that you cared for that has passed away”
It was an honest question, she always wanted to ask him but she never wanted to invade his privacy, she just hoped that maybe he would bring it up in a conversation or somebody from his family would give her a clue. He dwelled over her question for a minute, trying to find the right words, there have been so many patients he had seen, most of them young.
Seeing them walk in the hospital with this determination of coming out on the other side, as the days turned to weeks and then months, slowly seeing that confidence and the life getting sucked out of them, their blank stares was the sharpest knife. Seeing them passing away at their prime, contacting their family, was the hardest part that he could never get used to.
“A lot of my patients that were in and out of hospitals lost the battle to cancer or aids, it’s hard to let them go I even thought of changing some of them, yet I couldn’t take them away from their families”
“No one expects you to adopt all of your patients mister Cullen. Even though you would do it if you could”
There it was, she was getting drowsy. He looked over her, her eyes were already closed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers massaging her scalp that made her relax and slowly drift off. He leaned in to place a kiss on her hot cheek, hoping that the medicine will soon take over
“Get some sleep angel, I’ll be right here”
“If I sleep that means I’ll sweat like a pig again”
She murmured, standing in between being asleep and awake. He giggled before he gently helped her lay her head to her pillows, she didn’t protest, mostly because she didn’t understand the transition.
“you are supposed to. Get some rest and I’ll ran you a hot bath when you wake up”
