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more than safe

pairing: avengers!bucky barnes x shield agent!reader

summary: when you're injured on a mission in sokovia, bucky barnes comes to help—and you share a soft moment together.

warnings: fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, mention of blood/injury, bucky barnes kills a man, protective bucky barnes

word count: 2k

a/n: day 30 of my 30 day writing trope challenge was "who did this to you," which i've technically written before (though for august walker) but i was excited for it all the same! i knew i wanted to write for bucky and had a couple ideas but ended up running with this one. not much here other than some hurt/comfort fluff, but i hope y'all enjoy!

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Your scream pierced the night sky. Despite your best efforts to fend him off, your opponent’s knife had sliced a deep gash in the outside of your thigh. Though you managed to land a fist against his temple, sending him flying into a tree, your leg collapsed and you fell to the snow-covered ground.

You’d barely had time to check the cut and make sure it didn’t hit anything serious when a crashing sound from the woods beyond the clearing caught your attention. Bucky Barnes, in his full Winter Soldier getup, strapped with more weapons than a small army, raced into the clearing and caught sight of you on the ground. His blue eyes flared with fear and rage, a combination you’d never seen on the man before.

Bucky crunched through the snow, his black combat boots eating up ground faster than any normal human, but you noticed he’d lost some of his inhuman stealth, making more noise than you’d expect of the Winter Soldier. It was like he was being careless in his need to get to you. When he reached you, he dropped to the ground and began examining your wound. It occurred to you that you should be afraid to have the Winter Soldier so close, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to fear Bucky even after only knowing him a few weeks.

For a little under two months, you’d been assigned to the SHIELD team that acted as support for the Avengers. You’d moved into Avengers Tower, per your orders, even though you’d had a perfectly good apartment in Brooklyn. Maria Hill had told you Tony Stark insisted anyone working with the Avengers had to live in the tower in case they needed to leave at a moment’s notice.

One night shortly after you’d moved in, you’d been complaining about leaving your apartment behind to Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton in the kitchen when Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had walked in. When they’d heard you lived in Brooklyn, it launched a long conversation about whether certain staples of the borough were still there. Steve had done most of the talking, with Bucky only saying one or two words at a time. But when you’d taken them on a tour of modern Brooklyn, Bucky had opened up a little more, pointing out all the places he’d saved Steve from getting his ass kicked when they were growing up. 

After that, you and Bucky had fallen into a tentative friendship, both preferring the quiet of the Avengers Tower library to the raucous team-building nights Tony insisted on. Sometimes Steve would join you, sketching or reading while you and Bucky would lay tangled up on the overstuffed couches and read. Once or twice, Bucky asked you for book recommendations and then you’d discussed them when he’d finished reading. He enjoyed fantasy over contemporary fiction, and you were more than happy to share some of your favorites with him.

Even still, your friendship with Bucky was new and you were still trying to learn how to read him, especially since the most you heard him talk was about books. In the field, you’d found he shut down even more, like he would default to his Winter Soldier programming and go nonverbal. You’d only been on two other missions with him, but after both, it had taken hours before he spoke. Which was why it shocked you to hear him say anything in that snow-covered clearing.

“Who did this to you,” he demanded in a gravelly rasp, the black half-mask he wore over the lower half of his face making it sound more menacing than you knew he intended. The way he’d said it left no room for argument, so you pointed to the Hydra agent that was beginning to rouse from where you’d dropped him. 

Bucky quickly unzipped his black leather jacket and tore off a strip from the white t-shirt he wore beneath it, tying the fabric around your leg to staunch the bleeding. You bit your lip to keep from crying out, but Bucky noticed the way your body jerked from the pain and his hands gentled as he tied off the ends of the makeshift bandage. 

When he was done, Bucky stood, just as the Hydra agent was getting his feet underneath him. With his metal fist, Bucky punched the man in the face and you could hear the crunch of his nose breaking in the silent woods. The Hydra agent flew back and glanced off a tree, falling limply into the snow.

You were pretty sure he was unconscious but that didn’t seem to be good enough for Bucky, who kept stalking toward the enemy. His other hand unclipped a gun from the holster on his thigh, uncaring that the man wasn’t awake to fight back. Bucky stood over the unconscious man and fired two shots into the Hydra agent’s head, then re-holstered his gun.

When Bucky turned back to you, his face was a mask of coldness, but he picked you up with gentle hands. He cradled you carefully in his arms as he took off through the woods, faster than you ever would’ve thought possible. As you passed through the trees in the Sokovian countryside, you heard the sounds of fighting, but they were behind you and grew increasingly distant the more Bucky’s strong legs carried you away.

Finally, you reached the Quinjet and Bucky carried you inside, setting you down on one of the seats and kneeling in front of you. When he saw that you’d already bled through the strip of cotton he’d tied around your leg, Bucky made a small sound you couldn’t decipher. Then he stripped out of his leather protective jacket entirely and tugged his t-shirt over his head. 

You were left with a shirtless Winter Soldier—the first time you’d ever seen him shirtless—and you were too stunned to do anything but sit there and stare. Bucky’s chest looked chiseled from granite, even as his skin shone with a light sheen of sweat. If you’d been any less dumbfounded by the sight of Bucky’s bare chest, you may have reached for him and tried to trace the curve of his pecs and shoulders with your fingertips. 

As it was, Bucky tying his full t-shirt around your leg to bandage your wound brought you back to the present. The sharp sting of pain shot up and down your spine and you cried out, unable to stop yourself when you hadn’t been prepared for it. 

“Sorry,” Bucky muttered, his voice clearer. It was only then that you noticed he’d taken off his mask, dumping it on the floor of the Quinjet next to his jacket. You watched as he deliberately gentled his hands while he looped the t-shirt around your leg again and tied it off. “That should hold until we get back to the tower,” he said, standing up.

You knew you should say something, like thank you, but your mouth hung open as you stared straight at Bucky’s abs. The most you managed to do was trail your gaze up his torso, taking in the wide expanse of his pale chest and the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin as he breathed in and out. You knew you should stop staring, but you couldn’t seem to manage it.

“Sorry,” Bucky mumbled. That finally distracted you from the sight in front of you as you looked up at him with a confused frown. “I know it’s not a pretty sight,” he continued, reaching up and using his hand to shield where his vibranium arm was fused to his body. 

Your stomach flipped with a sickening feeling at his vulnerability and the thought you’d made him feel insecure. Before you could stop yourself, you reached for his arm and tugged it away, grateful he let you. 

Bucky was right, it wasn’t necessarily pretty, mainly because Hydra had done a miserable job when they attached the prosthetic arm. But your first and foremost thought was to worry about whether it hurt him. You traced a finger so gently along the scarred skin next to the prosthetic you weren’t sure he could feel it, but Bucky’s big body shuddered slightly so you knew he could. 

“Does it hurt?” you asked in a soft voice, eyes flicking up to Bucky’s blue gaze, unsure if that was okay to ask.

Bucky’s intense eyes met yours and he shook his head. His mouth was set into a grim line, but he didn’t pull away or try to stop you.

You breathed a small sigh of relief at his answer, your fingers shifting to the cool metal of his prosthetic arm and down the length of it. When your fingers reached his vibranium hand, you turned it over gently, so you could draw a circle on his palm. You looked up at him. “Can you feel that?” you asked, your voice less tentative.

Bucky shook his head again but his face contorted in a perplexed expression. “I can’t feel it, but I know how it should feel,” he explained slowly, picking out his words carefully.

You hummed in understanding and nodded. Ducking your head, you dropped a kiss to Bucky’s metal palm before you looked back up at him. “Thank you for coming for me,” you said with a soft smile. 

Kneeling down again, Bucky cupped your face in his warm hand and gave you a serious look. “Don’t thank me for taking care of you,” he said, his voice low and somber. “I wish I’d gotten there before you were hurt.”

You offered him a wry smile, glancing down to his stubbled chin, unable to hold his serious gaze for too long. “Peril of the job, I guess,” you tried to joke, glancing back up at his intense blue eyes. 

Bucky grunted in acknowledgement, but his mouth pulled down in a frown that was almost comical. You had to hold yourself back from giggling, then worried the blood loss was getting to you. Tiredly, you leaned back in the Quinjet seat, still holding Bucky’s metal hand in your lap. 

Gently, Bucky slipped his hand from your grip and stood. Gathering you up in his arms, he turned and sat down on the jet’s seat, holding you firmly on his lap. You were positioned sideways across his legs, and you leaned your head against his shoulder, his warm skin feeling nice against your cold cheek. 

“When you’re healed, I want you to train with me,” Bucky murmured, adjusting you on his lap, pulling you closer to his chest. “If I can’t always be with you, I want to know you can take care of yourself.” His strong arms were heavy around your waist but you enjoyed their weight.

“My SHIELD training not good enough for you?” you teased in a sleepy voice, snuggling closer to him, your hands resting on his chest. You felt so safe and secure in Bucky’s lap with his arms around you, you couldn’t help but start to succumb to the exhaustion you felt.

Bucky grumbled, the sound rumbling through his chest where you were pressed against him. For a long moment, he didn’t answer and you thought he simply wouldn’t, but then he spoke. “I just want you safe.” 

“Okay, Buck,” you murmured as warmth bloomed in your chest and you hid a smile against his neck. With your face buried against him, you let the scent of his skin—something fresh mixed with pine—calm you. He ran a soothing hand up and down your spine, settling you further. You were nearly asleep when you continued speaking, knowing he’d be able to hear your whispered words. “Want you safe, too.”

Bucky squeezed you lightly in his arms, then went back to holding you close and running his hands over your back and legs like he couldn’t stop touching you—couldn’t stop making sure you were safe. Eventually, you dozed off, content to let the Winter Soldier take care of you. You knew you were more than safe in Bucky’s arms.

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Merely Fictional

280 words (more of a drabble)

a/n: this can be read with almost any male character, I just wrote it with Bucky in mind :)

You didn’t want to feel this way but when it came to him you couldn’t help it. The first time you saw him it was as if time itself froze, the moment replayed again and again. You watched as he entered the scene before you, his smile immediately lighting up the room. The way he moved, and his accent was something you’d never encountered before. His presence was almost unreal.

You’ve known feelings like this before, you’ve seen love come and go and you’ve seen it stay. You’ve seen how different it was for everyone and how everyone changed when they were apart of something like it. You watch him enter the room and you watch him leave and when he’s not around you feel empty but it’s all worth it when you see him again.

Every moment you have with him is like a flash, and you feel your brain taking a screenshot whenever he’s at his happiest. Like when he sees his friends for the first time in a while and with each embrace his smile gets wider. Or when he sits by the window with his cat upon his lap watching as the rain batters against the window.

Sometimes he would be the last person you see before you fall into slumber for the night and it’s times like that, when you hit the power off button and you watch as this face falls away, pixel by pixel, until all that’s left is a blank screen that you have to remind yourself that one day you will fall in love with someone but for now the person that makes you happy will remain merely fictional.

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About Time

1108 words

Imagine Hotch finally making his move after seeing you dance with another man.

It was the first Friday night you and the team had had off for a while and it was safe to say you were going to make the most of it.

“Oh my god! Y/N! Look at you. He won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.” You rolled your eyes at Penelope. You should have known the comments about your work crush would make an appearance, you just thought you would’ve been able to have a drink before they did.

“I think she’d rather have his hands all over her instead.”

“Emily!” the girls laughed. JJ wrapped her arm around your waist and looked at you.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it Y/N.” You just looked at her as she squeezed your side in a teasing manner.

“Let’s just get going before the guys get drunk before us.” You all grabbed your bags and headed down to get a cab to the bar.

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The lights flashed around the room. The music blasted from the speakers but not too loud to where you’d have to shout. The four of you walked in, Emily and Garcia heading straight to the bar. You and JJ looked around the floor, the sight of a tall, floppy haired man catching your eye.

“Hey JJ, there’s Spence.” You both head over in the direction of the boy genius.

“Hey guys!” He wrapped both you and JJ in a quick hug.

“Wow! Look at you both.” Morgan placed a kiss on your temple. Rossi tilted his glass towards you both and Hotch smiled at JJ. His smile dropped for a moment while looking at you. Garcia and Emily joined the group and handed you your drink. You let the liquid in the glass have your full attention as you fiddled with the small straw. The girls immediately took notice of your behaviour.

“What’s up?” Garcia whispered.

“Did you see his face when he seen me? What’s his problem?” You asked.

“I’m sure you’re over thinking it. Trust me, he likes you too.”

“Will you keep your voice down. I don’t need the whole bar knowing I have feelings for my boss.” You huff out. Penelope grabs your face gently.

“Chin up buttercup. He’ll come around in no time. If not, I’ll leave Derek and you and I can be the hot, new work wives. Okay?” You let out a laugh at her antics.

“Okay then.”

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Song after song played. Each one spurring you and the girls on more as you danced. The guys were looking at you guys laughing. Rossi nudging Aaron a little, only to get a shake of this head in return.

Hotch’s POV

“Come on Aaron, you know you want to talk to her so why don’t you?” Rossi nudges you.

“It’s not that simple Dave. I’m her boss, I can’t act on anything.”

“You can still talk to the poor girl. She’s gonna end up thinking you hate her if you act like this for much longer.”

“Act like what?” He turns to you surprised.

“Seriously? You never talk to her unless you must. You shoot all her ideas down, even when she’s right. And my god, I know we make jokes about you never smiling but you put a whole lot of effort into making sure you never do around her.” As you listen to what your friend is saying you can’t help but watch her on the dance floor, and you definitely can’t help but watch as a man starts to dance with her. You watch as their hips sway from side to side, her arm draped over this stranger’s shoulders. Him whispering into her ear only for her to giggle at his words. Morgan and Reid walk over to you, laughing slightly at the frown perched on your face. Morgan places a hand on your shoulder.

“You know boss if you hate seeing her dancing with other men maybe you should do something about it.” Your eyes stay fixated on her as you set your empty glass down.

“Maybe I should.”

Y/N’s POV

You’re dancing with a man, whose name you learned to be Matt, when JJ walks past.

“Head’s up. Hotch is coming over and he doesn’t look too pleased about your current dance partner.”

You look towards where Reid and the other are standing and notice Hotch quickly making his way over to you. Your heart starts to race the closer he got until he stood directly beside you. He clears his throat and you both look at him. You raise your eyebrow at him.

“Do you mind if I steal her for a moment?”

“Um yeah we’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

“I wasn’t really asking. So move.” He pulls out his credentials and shows them to the man. He raises his hands and backs away shaking his head. Hotch puts his ID back into his jacket pocket and moves to stand in front of you. He grabs your hands and puts them around his neck, his own making their way to your waist. Your eyes widen.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Yes.”

“Well, is there a reason you were so rude?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me or am I only going to get yes or no answers from you all night?”

“I’m sorry.” You take a slight step back.

“Sorry? Why would you be sorry?”

“You know why Y/N. I haven’t exactly been the nicest boss. Or friend.”

“Oh so we’re friends now? I couldn’t tell from how you’ve acted since I’ve arrived on the team.” He lets out a breath, running a hand over his face.

“I know Y/N. Trust me. But it’s not as if I’ve meant it. I mean how do you expect me to act? A woman like you joins the team and for the first time since Haley, I lost my breath.”

“A woman like me?” You interrupted. He laughed. His hand coming up to move a piece of hair from your face, his fingers gently tracing your cheek as he does.

“Yes. A woman like you. Strong, brave, hard-working…absolutely beautiful.”

“I-I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t say anything.” His eyes move from yours, to your lips and back, not without you noticing. You smirk slightly. Taking a small step closer. You look at each other for a few moments before he takes your face in both his hands and brings your lips to meet his. Your eyes fall shut and you relax into his touch. You hear cheers from across the floor and laugh. You feel Hotch smile against your lips.

“It’s about time huh?

“Yeah, about time.”

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Anniversary Post

Social Media AU

Spencer posts on twitter for your 3 year anniversary.

a/n- this is my first social media style post, not sure how i feel about it.

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Coffee Cup

428 words.

Imagine being a barista at the coffee shop Spencer visits before work and shooting your shot. 

The battering of rain off the windows sounded throughout the café soothing your nerves. Tones of brown and green were spread across the room, adding to the calm ambiance. It’s part of the reason you loved your job, it gave you some peace in your hectic student life. The hours weren’t so bad either, your manager was flexible knowing how much you wanted to focus on your studies. It also meant you got to see him in the early morning.

“Here you go. One cappuccino and mocha to go.” You spoke to a customer.

You headed back to the till to take the next order.

“Just the usual Y/N, please.” Smiled the customer. Your cheeks burned slightly, and your smile became genuine.

“Dr. Reid! Of course, it’ll just be a couple of minutes.” You got started on his coffee, sneaking glances at him every now and then.

“How has work been?”

“As good as it can I guess…” He smoothed his jacket down, and tucked his scarf in. The cold from outside sneaking in as customers left for work.

His longish hair was wild, not much more than usual though and his glasses were perched upon the bridge of his nose. His hands fumbled with the strap of his brown messenger bag. You smiled; he was nervous.

Whilst he directed his attention around the café, you directed yours to his to- go cup in your hand. Your pen quickly scribbled along the outside. You grabbed the espresso shots and poured them into the cup, filling the majority that was left with the milk of his choice. You pooped the lid on and made your way back to him.

“There we are. One coffee with plenty of room for the ton of sugar you’ll most likely out in it.” You laughed.

You looked up at him and noticed him already looking at you. Once again, your cheeks flushed, and you cleared your throat a little. He chuckled slightly, evidently amused at your change in demeanour.

“Thanks Y/N. I’ll see you around.” He nodded gently and turned to leave.

You watched him as he walked away. His long strides taking him out of the door faster than you would have liked. He crossed the street and just like that he was gone. You would have to wait until tomorrow, or maybe someday next week depending on whether or not his case was local, to see him again. And to see what his answer is.

I like you a latte :)so maybe next time I could get your number? ~ y/n

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thank you so much! <3

Hey! I love your writing and I’ve read all your bridgerton fics! Do you have any account recs for bridgerton? thanks ♥️♥️

Aww thank you so much, lovely ^^ I'm really happy you are enjoying them. I am actually posting an Anthony Bridgerton x Reader fic as well today, so you might have a 6th sense for finding me on the same day :D <3

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Something More

467 words.

Imagine loving Mr Darcy and watching him love someone else.

Through every round of introductions, dance proposals, even genuine proposals, his company was forever beside you. Darcy and you had grown up together, having bumped into him on the way into town when you were younger. Four rosy cheeks and countless stuttered apologies later you had agreed to stroll into town together and from then on you met up almost every afternoon and by the end of the month one could not be seen without the other. Your families adored you both, and even passers-by couldn’t ignore the cheerfulness you radiated when you were together. It was always Darcy and Y/L/N. Or at least it was until now.

You had seen it coming. From the moment he laid eyes on her you could tell she was going to be important, the way he enquired over her every move, every interest and opinion, and the way he let his pride subside so eagerly. The pride that not even you could compete with sometimes. Soon enough, the rooms you resided in were overflowing with conversation of one Elizabeth Bennet. His admiration for her was overly evident, or perhaps that was just to you. And maybe that was all to do with the raging jealousy brewing under the surface. For the words flowing from his mouth were becoming increasingly similar to the ones you wrote at night while his face encompassed your every thought. Your diary quickly filled up with nonsense about the way his face twitches when someone he doesn’t know puts their hand on his shoulder or the way he tenses up when Caroline flirts with him. The pages being overrun with your feelings for none other than Fitzwilliam Darcy. The feelings, however, were becoming more and more unrequited as time flew by.

So, as you stood watching him marry the woman he loves and her marry the man you love, you can’t help but feel your heart shatter. And although the smile on your face masked it all; the pain, the hurt, the anguish, as you watch them grasp each other’s hands as a wedded couple you can’t help but clench your own, wishing that things could have been different, that you could have been something more than just Mr. Darcy’s best friend.

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New Work

With uni now being over for the academic year, I can get back into writing some more! I have a couple of new ideas for characters like Mr Darcy + Bucky and I’ll maybe start writing for some new characters like Daryl Dixon + Rick Grimes if that’s something you would all like to see? let me know <3

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the absolute sweetest omg 🤍

When It Comes to You

(Bucky x Reader)

Summary: You get drunk at a party that Steve has no idea about. Somehow, Bucky is always there to keep your worries at bay.

Word Count: 1,582

A/N: okay this was actually a sentence starter prompt from an anon, but I’ve had this in my drafts for a while now so I just decided to incorporate that prompt into this. Hope this is okay!!

You probably should’ve thought this one over. Well, going to a high school party seemed like a good idea in the moment, but now you weren’t too sure. And right now, you were drunk; drunk would be putting it lightly, actually. You told Steve you were going to a friend’s house, which, technically, you did. You just didn’t say why for obvious reasons. Mentioning the kegs of beer that would be available didn’t seem like a very important detail to add.

In all fairness, you were pretty good for a sixteen year old. This was your first party and all you wanted to do was enjoy being young while it lasted, no matter the obstacle; that obstacle being Steve, of course. Steve was your older brother, your best friend, but he definitely had his downsides, one of them being his brutal overprotectiveness. He would die before he’d let you go to a party, let alone one with alcohol.

Once you had arrived, one drink led to another, even though it tasted absolutely horrible, and that was that; there was quite literally no going back. It felt as though your head was spinning in every direction possible. The friend you came with decided it was time to take you home, so they helped you up from wherever you were - you couldn’t remember - and you had both started to walk home. Driving wasn’t an option, since you were both unfortunately drunk, and by the time you got home, it was midnight; not necessarily the Cinderella story you had dreamed of when you were younger.

As you stumbled toward the front door, you clumsily found your house key to unlock the door, almost tripping as you stepped inside. You squinted to see a worried Steve and even more worried Bucky look up from their seats on the couch, only to get up and walk straight toward you. This was gonna be bad.

“Heyyyyyy guyyyysssss.” You smiled cheekily as you looked up at the two. To put it plainly, they weren’t smiling.

“Where have you been. It’s midnight, y/n.” Steve said with the most serious look on his face, but you not being in control of yourself, found it oddly funny.

“Hahaha! Lighten up.” You said as you brought your hands up to squeeze his cheeks into a smile. “There ya goooo Mr. Grumpyface.”

He pulled you hands from his face and looked at Bucky in disbelief.

“Are yo- are you drunk?!” Bucky asked.

“Whaaaat? Psh no way!” You said as you waved your hand away from your face to show how crazy that idea was. It wasn’t.

“How much?” Steve asked.

“Uhhhh maybe uhhhh one...... orrrr two....... actually maybe 4 I dunno. Not that much though that’s for sure.” Nailed it.

“Not that much? Do you know how worried I was? How worried we were? You lied to me y/n, and got wasted with god knows who... I- I cant believe you right now!”

You had royally screwed up this time. You were also way too drunk to comprehend half of what Steve was even saying, so you stood there looking practically brain dead.

“- are you even listening to me right now?” Not one bit, you thought to yourself as a stood enough of the two men.

Your blank gaze made Steve realize he was probably being a little too much right now, considering the condition you were in, so he let it go for the time being. He sighed, “Forget it, just go to bed.”

Bucky offered to help you upstairs, which you desperately needed since you couldn’t tell your left from your right at the moment. As he was walking you he quietly said, “Just so you know, I’m not mad at you.” You smiled at that, but you also felt a gurgling in your stomach that told you you needed a toilet immediately.

You sprinted to the closest bathroom you could find, and that’s when everything, like, everything came out. It honestly felt really good to throw up, but Bucky definitely wasn’t appealed. He winced but came quickly to hold you hair back. As you finished with the disaster that was now inside of the toilet, you felt a bit more like yourself. “Ugh. Gross.” You said as you flushed the toilet. You then went over to the sink to splash some water on your face and was met with a sudden feeling of regret. “What have I done. Steve is so mad at me.” You said as you threw your face into your palms. Bucky was unconsciously rubbing your back the entire time.

“Hey. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Just think of it as a learning lesson. I’m sure you were just trying to have fun... and then things happened to take their own course.” You nodded, but not understandably.

“No! That’s exactly where your wrong, Buck. I cant stand it when Steve is upset with me,” you huffed, placing your head back in your hands. You were just as disappointed with yourself as Steve was. There was a reason why you hadn’t done anything like this before: Steve taught you. The fact that what you had just done probably completely diminished any and all trust you had with him, was slowly beginning to creep over you. “He probably hates me now,” you uttered through your hands.

“Hey hey hey! Don’t say something like that!” Bucky scolded, holding you up a bit and walking you over to your bed to then sit down beside you. “Listen,” he said sharply, pulling you by your chin so you were looking at him, “the only reason why he acted the way he did was because he cares about you. Bug, he loves you more than anything... even more than me, and I’ve been his best friend since high school!” You furrowed your eyebrows at that; Bucky has been best friends with Steve for so long; how could he love you more?

“Really?” you said skeptically.

“Yes. I know I’ve been his best bud for a while, but time doesn’t mean anything to him when it comes to you. He could never, ever hate you. I need you to understand that,” he said to you with a serious, yet tender smile. You were taken aback by that. You knew Steve loved you, but you didn’t know it was to such a large extent. He was pretty hard on you most of the time, which made sense as to why you had never really figured it out.

You hummed in response, just barely moving one side of your mouth to show him you understood.

“Can you smile for me?” he said, having to move his head down to look at you in the eye.

“Not now Bucky...” you spoke as you looked all the way down, fiddling with your fingers.

“Guess I’ll have to do it for you,” he said casually, pushing you down on the bed and clawing his digits into your stomach.

“BUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHO!” you squealed, bubbly giggles spurting from you like hiccups.

“All you gotta do is smile...,” he sang as he grinned widely from ear to ear. You knew he was probably only doing this to cheer you up after just being yelled at, but the alcohol in you wasn’t going to let him have it too easily, so you tried your hardest to suck in your lips, keeping them tightly pressed between your teeth.

“Wooow, you want it that bad huh?” Bucky grinned evilly, knowing that you had just given him the opportunity to go in for the kill. He then pulled you towards him so he could sprawl his legs across yours, shaking his hands into your ribs in a flash. You felt like you were about to explode, given the fact that you were practically screaming through your nose as to not crack a smile. “Still nothing? Okay...,” he said as he cracked his neck and knuckles, then pulling your shirt up and blowing a huge raspberry right in the center of your stomach.

“HAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAY IHI GIHIHIVE I GIVE!” you yelled in defeat.

“Smile,” he threatened as he hovered over your limp form. You followed with an all too exaggerated smile.

“There,” you said as you switched to a straight face, “ya happy now?” you rolled your eyes as you yawned widely.

“I’m only happy if you’re happy doll. Now get some rest, you’re probably gonna have to hear what I said all over again from Steve tomorrow.” You groaned at that as you slipped under your covers.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he sympathized, walking over to the door of your bedroom to shut off the lights.

“Wait! Can you- maybe... sleep here?” you asked hesitantly. Neither Steve or Bucky had slept in your bed with you for a while now, so you were afraid he might think it was odd considering you were now a teenager.

“Who said I was leaving?” he said almost offendedly, running up to your bed and throwing himself beside you, pulling you towards him as he snuggled you tightly, making you giggle a bit. “G’night bug,” Bucky said softly as he kissed the top of your head.

“Night Buck.” He just barely heard you over the weight of tiredness that quickly overtook you; you weren’t excited about what tomorrow might bring with Steve and all, but you were satisfied with the fact that you had Bucky’s support, and for that reason, it made no sense to be worried.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes

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Writing to No One

686 words.

Imagine writing a letter to Steve even though he's gone.

There were so many words racing through your head. The piece of paper and pen laying against the table untouched. Your eyes tracing the splotches where your tears have patterned the page. There was so much to say and yet you had written nothing. Write. It was all you needed to do. You needed to let it out, to tell him how awful life has been since he left you all. You wrap your fingers around the pen and pop the cap off. It bounces before landing just across the table. You’re hesitant. But you start.

Dear Steve.

It’s been a few months since we last saw you. By ‘we’ I mean Bucky, Sam and I. We were all doing okay I guess…Bucky had been going to therapy. He’s been trying to make amends, it’s a struggle but I think it’s helping. His therapist is nice too, she doesn’t take his crap. He always complains about the notebook thing she does, no clue what that is though…

Sam’s been using his time wisely. He was helping his sister and spending time with his nephews (they’ve grown up so much).  He’s been helping catch bad guys again too. He got shot at last week, did you know? Could’ve killed him myself. He’s lucky red wing is the only thing that got damaged.

I’ve been coping. As much as I can anyway. I bought a plant. A cactus. Did you know a cactus can die? Because they can. I killed a freaking cactus Steve. And I know what you’re going to say! You’re gonna say not to get upset about it because it’s a part of nature. Was you leaving a part of nature?

Sorry.

I miss you. We all do.

There’s a new ‘Captain America’. His name is John Walker, I think. He’s got a ton of experience in the armed forces but he’s still a tool. He doesn’t care about the people, it’s all for the public eye. He did an interview on Good Morning America or something and he said you were, and I quote, “like a brother” LIKE A BROTHER?! THE GUY DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOU.

OH! He keeps calling Bucky, Bucky. Like…no…stop it. He also pulled him out of therapy, like who is he to make that decision? We were all doing fine until he came. It’s as if he’s trying to be you. I can’t deal with it Steve. They’re trying to replace you and it hurts. There are more super soldiers out there that’s why they’ve brought him out. He’s the governments big plan to stop everyone feeling like shit. I mean come on, this dude didn’t even think super soldiers really existed until he got his ass handed to him by one.

I wish you were still here but I get it, it was finally your turn to be selfish. But what I can’t wrap my around is why. You buried her. She was happy, she told you that herself. We could’ve made you happy here…

Sorry for my language through this.

I’ll see you later pal,

y/n.

P.S. BUCKY BROKE ZEMO OUT OF PRISON AND NOW WE’RE WORKING WITH HIM BUT DON’T WORRY I SMACKED HIM BECAUSE HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL. HE WASN’T LYING BUT STILL, HE’S AN ASSHAT.

LOVE YOU CAPTAIN.

A breathy laugh escaped as you finished writing, setting the pen down and clasping your hands together. You picked up the paper and read over it as you walked across the room, your body heating up as you neared the fireplace. The crackling masking the sound of the crumpling paper in your hand. You tossed the letter into the flames and watched it wither away.

You traced over the photo above the fireplace of the four of you, you were on Bucky’s back while Steve had his arm wrapped around Sam’s shoulders. You were all happy, smiling at the camera. You had all just finished training that day and were about to go out for the night. It was the happiest you’d been in a long time. If only you could be as happy without him here.

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HIATUS

hi! from now until the end of april there's a good chance i wont have time to post. hopefully after my uni year is over i can get back to writing for you guys x

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100 followers!!!

I just realised that I have little over 100 followers on here, and I just want to say thank you to you all! You’re all amazing.

Also sorry i haven't posted in a while i have a lot of uni work to get through but i have an idea for a benedict fic and a steve rogers fic too so hopefully i can start writing them soon!

Hope you have a good day/ night!

Kam x

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Let’s Dance

2424 words.

requested on wattpad. 

“can I please do an imagine with a black female reader with black curly hair, big plump lips, a button nose and cat eyes. She is a kind girl but quiet and tends to read a book and observe others instead of talking and is the single mother of two year old twin daughters Teyana and Ayesha which causes everyone to ignore her all the time. can she be a dancer who always dances at parties or balls and her family and other families start to finally notice her and some men and even women become intrigued with her.”

a/n: i tried my best to stick close to the request, i hope you enjoy it!

Breakfast had been served that morning, and even the help could feel the tense atmosphere. Your parents sat on either end of the table and you sat between your two children, helping them eat their breakfast without spilling it down the front of their night gowns. Teyana sat to your right happily nibbling on a slice of buttered toast while you fed Ayesha, to your left, a spoonful of yoghurt, or at least tried to.

“Open up sweetheart,” you told her nicely. She kept her lips tightly shut and moved her head away from the spoon you were holding out. Your mother watched upon the situation with a spiteful eye.

“Is there a reason for your hateful attention mama?” you breathed out.

“You never behaved that way as a child. Maybe it is because your father did not abandon us.” She spat. You looked at her appalled. You sat the spoon you were holding down, Ayesha smiled to herself. You wiped your hands on the front of your night dress as you stood from your chair.

“Girls, go to your rooms and pick out which dress you would like to wear today.” You sent them on their way, the warm smile on your face disappearing as their giggles and the soft patter of their little footsteps faded. You turned back to the table; a scowl evident.

“Mama, I do not appreciate the way you speak about my husband, you know very well he was a fine fellow, who died fighting for this country. I would greatly appreciate it, if you could keep your comments to yourself whilst our children are present.”

“How dare you speak to me in such a manner, you will show me some respect when you are under my roof. Perhaps the paper was right, it is a shame a body so beautiful and a face so perfect is wasted on you.”

“Dear, do not be so cruel,” your father spoke awkwardly from the other end of the table. Your mother looked at him through narrowed eyes and he went back to eating his breakfast quietly, shooting you a sad smile as he did.

“I will not tolerate being told what to do in my own house. Do you understand me Y/N?”

You looked at her, anger settling in your chest.

“Yes, mama.”

“Good. Now go get dressed. And make sure you look presentable, I cannot have Whistledown writing about how my daughter cannot dress herself to impress company.”

You scoffed at her. You bid your father goodbye and made your leave from the room. Your mother hadn’t always been so uptight, but ever since you all moved into town and Lady Whistledown found out you had two little girls but no husband around, assuming he had fled, she had not been civil with you. You and your husband had been very happy, and your parents had loved him, but he enlisted in the war. And after a few months you received a visit from his commanding officer informing you of his passing. You had cried harder than you had ever cried that night, your mother had been the one to comfort you. She held you against her, cradling your head as she smoothed down your tight curled locks which framed your face. You had cried yourself to sleep in her embrace and she had laid you down gently onto your silk pillows, placing a soft kiss onto your forehead. You always tried to remember that night nowadays, to remind yourself that she wasn’t always so cruel.

After that night you had thrown yourself into the company of others. You had made many friends, whom all knew of your heartbreak, and always spent the duration of every ball you attended dancing with them. It did not matter which song was playing or which dance was being danced, you knew them all and happily obliged anybody who requested you join them. Dancing had easily become your new safe haven, when you were sad at home you would simply ask one of the staff to play the pianoforte if they could and you would dance with your daughters as they copied your footsteps as best as they could. But this changed when you moved. You focussed all of your attention on your daughters and made sure they were happy, disregarding your own happiness as you withdrew from the things you once loved.

You had very few friends in town, however, you had become quick friends with Will and Alice Mondrich who lived a few streets away. Their children and yours adored each other and were always asking to go visit, so it was inevitable that you would become friends with the parents. They knew of your situation and were disappointed in both the people in the ton and your mother.

Regardless, you had a busy day planned. You had to dress both of your children as well as yourself and ensure everything was set for tonight as Teyana and Ayesha were going to Alice’s to spend the night there whilst you all attended the duke and duchess’s ball.

“Mummy! Can I please wear the pink one?”

“Of course, you can dear.” You pulled the pink dress from Teyana’s wardrobe. You untied the ribbon on the back and opened it up for her to step into. You fixed the dress up and tied the ribbon into a bow tightly. Ayesha ran up to you, her peach dress clasped tightly in her hand.

“Mama, this one is my favourite…” she whispered.

“Would you like to wear that one?” Your full lips forming into a smile. Your daughters had always been opposites, Teyana was always very outgoing whereas Ayesha was shy and quiet. Ayesha nodded shyly and you did the same for her as you had for Teyana a few minutes before. With both girls now fully dressed, you started sorting their hair. You gently tied a matching headband around both of their heads, to ensure their hair did not fall into their faces as they played later tonight. They both jumped from their chairs and began deciding which shoes they were going to wear. In the meantime, you had taken the small window to get yourself dressed, a maid coming in to help fasten your stay. You allowed your dress to fall over your curved frame, the stay you were wearing highlighted your hips in the most wonderful way.

With everyone ready, you placed a loving kiss on both of your daughter’s heads and made your way down to meet your mother and father and you all set off for the night.

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The music from the orchestra could be heard as you approached. The wind wrapped itself around you, goosebumps forming on your skin. The nerves you felt weren’t helping either. Your mother and father entered the ball in front of you, and you looked around as you walked in. Will and Alice were behind you, chatting away. You had always admired their relationship, you wished that you could still have something like that however, with your mother’s newfound attitude towards you, you highly doubted that it would happen.

You hadn’t gone to many gatherings alongside your parents since arriving in town because they meant seeing people. Seeing people meant questions. Questions meant answers and you didn’t have all the answers you wanted; you would never have them. You put those thoughts to the back of your mind as you walked into the main hall. The sound of laughter and glasses clinking against each other surrounded you, chatter was high, and the music flowed around the room. The laughter and chatter, however, quietened as your presence was acknowledged. Well at least you thought it had quietened, in reality, it was still as lively as it was before. Not many people paid you any attention.

Balls didn’t bring you as much enjoyment as they once did. You would much rather be at home with your daughters reading them a bedtime story and tucking them into bed, that’s why whenever you did attend them you found a quiet space near the back of the room to situate yourself in for the evening.

With your hand wrapped around your glass, you took in the attendees for the evening. There were so many beautiful women and the men looked awfully handsome. Well, most men, Nigel Berbrooke certainly didn’t fit that bracket. You laughed softly to yourself.

“What is so funny Y/N?” Alice smiled.

“Oh nothing, just thinking.”

“Ah, well do not think too hard. We cannot have you hurting yourself.”

“Oh Alice, you wound me!” you mock offense.

You both laugh light-heartedly between yourselves. Your eyes fall upon those in the center of the room. Watching as the women’s dresses sway against the floor, swishing around the feet of their dance partner for this song. The smiles on their faces matched your own as you admired their movements.

“Will you be dancing this evening?” Alice questioned. You sighed, bringing your glass to your lips to hide your immediate dissatisfaction.

“Unfortunately, not. It appears my mother is doing her best to ward off any men that come my way.”

Your mother had not strayed too far from you. You could still see her, and it would be impossible to not see the looks herself and the men that spoke to her shot you before the men would nod their heads and walk away. Only your mother would try and save her own embarrassment by inflating yours.

“Well, at least you have men enquiring after your availability. However, it does not surprise me, you do look wonderful this evening Y/N.”

She was right. You did. Your hair framed your face perfectly, your makeup was soft but still made sure to bring out your doe eyes. Your plump lips shone with soft rouge. And your dress, your dress complimented your warm skin tone in the best way. You were the sheer definition of beauty this evening.

“And anyway,” Alice continued, “I am sure Will would be more than happy to accompany you for a dance.”

At this invitation, Will excused himself from the conversation he was having with one of the Lord’s there this evening and held his hand out to you.

“My dear Y/N, would you do me the absolute honour of sharing this dance with me?” he laughed out.

Alice nudged him and you chuckled at his joking manner.

“Why of course, kind sir. Only if the next dance goes to your wife.”

“I will make sure of that.” He replies winking at Alice. Her cheeks blushed. Even after a couple of years of marriage they still held so much love for each other. You really missed that.

You walked towards the dance floor with Will, your mother looking on with wide eyes and mouth hanging on. Your father smiled softly and nodded at you.

The next song started, and you and Will began dancing. You let the sound of the violin circle you and you followed the path of the others dancing, your movements catching the eyes of those surrounding the dance floor as you did. People began whispering as they watched on, entranced by the way you seemed to feel the music being performed. The sound of your laughs echoed through the slightly silent room as Will spun you around. Men and women alike were transfixed on you. Your ears picked up on snippets as you circled the floor.

Penelope Featherington and Eloise Bridgerton had shared compliments about you.

“Penelope. Who is that dancing with Mr. Mondrich?”

“That’s Y/N Y/L/N. She moved here not long ago with her parents and daughters. But no husband…”

“Ah who needs a husband Penny. She is beautiful.”

“She truly is.” Penelope agreed.

You had heard Lady Cowper and her daughter Cressida, gossiping as they usually do.

“Dancing with a married man I see.”

“My goodness, has she no shame?”

You chuckled at their foolishness. Meanwhile, on the other side of the floor, the Bridgerton men had stopped and stared.

Benedict smacked his brother’s chest. Colin laughed as Anthony choked slightly on the brandy he had been drinking.

“Benedict you fool what was that for?!” Anthony spoke in between small coughs.

“Look at her…”

Both Colin and Anthony followed their brother’s line of sight and watched with admiring eyes as you danced with their friend.

“Who is that dancing with Will?”

“Colin if I knew, I would not have asked.”

“I must dance with her.” Colin and Benedict looked at their brother shocked.

“You never dance.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No. No, you do not.”

“Well, I do now.” Anthony quickly swallowed the remainder of his drink as the song you had been dancing to finished.

“I believe I should be the one to ask her first, after all, I was the first to see her,” Benedict argued stepping in front of his elder brother. Colin spared no time for their bickering and made his way towards you. His brothers were quick to take notice and the three of them seemingly raced towards you.

You embraced Alice when you returned, your smile beaming. You let out a few breaths and thanked Will for the dance. You had encouraged them to go enjoy the dance they were certain to share while Will still had his dancing shoes on. You took this opportunity to quench your newfound thirst and looked around the room from your quiet spot. Only now had you noticed the number of eyes on you.

You could hear rushed footsteps as you watched the Bridgerton sons speed in your direction. You could hear whispers from all around the hall as the women spoke of you. Some women looked upon you with jealousy, and others, like Eloise and Penelope, looked upon you in awe. Several men were entranced by your performance and tried to work up the courage to come and speak to you, despite some of them already having been steered away from your mother.

Your mother. You focussed your attention on her, and her reaction warmed your heart. Your father had her wrapped in his arms and she looked upon you with fond eyes, a smile perched itself on her face as she blew you a kiss. A tenderness you had not felt in so long filled you. You were warm.

Now, people still spoke. And the questions were inevitable. But you had people to dance with and as you spun around the floor, your dress following you, you could not bring yourself to mind as much as you did before.

#imagine #x reader #x black reader #regencyslxt #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #penelope featherington #eloise bridgerton #will mondrich #alice mondrich #bridgerton x black!reader

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i absolutely adore jealous benedict, how sweet 💗🥺

untold truths

pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: you always knew that there was beauty in trust and in communication within love, you believed there was and you sought to discover everything about whoever your heart longs for. you believed that you had until a certain visit to the modiste. (requested by anon)

warnings: fluff? angst? oversharing and not-so subtle “friends”? protective eloise and pen? (also, its unedited)

word count: 3.3k 

a/n: hope I did justice on this anon and i’m sorry if it’s a bit rushed and I modified some stuff… also thank you all on liking the Anthony bridgerton series I can’t seem to find a name for, I really appreciate each and every one of you… the second part might be a little delayed (maybe for a few days or so, i’ve written what i believe is 1/3 of it) because life is stepping on me atm but I hope y’all enjoy this too :))

It has been brought to This Author’s attention that whilst shopping for her trousseau, Lady Y/N L/N was seen leaving the shop of Genevieve Delacroix in tears after a conversation with the very modiste and Mrs. Lucy Granville.

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, 1816

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Silly Little Rabbit

1064 words.

Imagine how Anthony would react to you returning home injured.

(this might be my favourite anthony one I've written so far, i hope you enjoy it <3)

The sun peeked over the clouds lighting the fields as you rode through on horseback. Anthony had left earlier that morning to watch Will’s match. You had opted out of going and instead decided to spend the late morning strolling through the fields with your horse. The skies were clear and none of the clouds visible were dull on any scale, it was to be a good day indeed and a couple of hours in the fresh air would do you good, you thought. It had done, until a rabbit sped out from a bush and spooked the horse you were riding. He had risen onto his hind legs and you had tumbled off onto the flower infested grass below.

His hooves were unsettled as he swayed around you, his nerves evident as he rolled his eyes. You slowly stood back up but let out a hiss almost immediately as you put weight on your ankle. You must have sprained it when you landed. Oh great, you thought, just what you needed. You gently held your hand against the side of your horse’s face, stroking back and forth until he stood confidently. You pulled yourself up using your good leg and set back off towards home. Your hair whipped around your face and had your ankle not been in so much pain you would have taken notice of the way the birds chirped from the top of the tree as the sun warmed the branches they sat on.

The horse trotted against the cobblestone roads and you spotted Anthony through the open window, his head down facing his work. His face was stoic, the work on his desk was draining but it had to be done is what he said. You knew better to argue with him about it. He must have heard your horse come to a stop in front of your house as he peeked up from his paperwork and waved a hand out to you, a small smile forming. You smiled back at him, a wave following its path. A member of the stable staff approached and took the reins from your grip, assisting you down from where you were sat. Forgetting about the injury you were sporting, you hopped down rather energetically. The shooting pain from your ankle snapping you out of your momentary bliss. The young boy who was holding the horse asked after your wellbeing, but you assured him it was alright and that he was fine to go on his way.

Anthony’s chair scraped against the wooden floor in his office as he stood up, your cry of pain causing his heart to twist. He took notice of your stance as he looked out of the window and chuckled. You had evidently hurt your ankle as your posture was completely off, you were putting all your weight onto your healthy ankle and you appeared to be lopsided, he laughed to himself and made his way out to the main entry of your house. He pulled open the door and walked towards you, a smirk etched onto his face.

“I do not even have to raise my head to know you are laughing at me, my dear.” You spoke.

“I am not laughing at you. I am merely finding enjoyment in how a person can be so clumsy.”

He held his arm out for you to take and enclosed your hand in his as you did.

“This was actually not my fault, a silly little rabbit sprung out of nowhere and the poor horse got an awful fright. He knocked me off, but I am alright. Just a sore ankle is all.”

“Let us get you inside. It appears work can wait.”

“Do not worry, I am sure I can rest my ankle myself, Anthony.”

“Y/N dearest…what kind of husband would I be if I left you to suffer in pain without me? I am absolutely positive if I do not stay with you your heart will also be in pain, after all, you are so completely in love with me are you not?” he led you into the drawing room and sat you on the chaise lounge. He gently pulled your shoes off and calmly urged you to prop your foot up on a small pillow. He crouched beside you, sweeping a strand of hair that had fallen out of place out of your face.

“That is true. If it were not for you I would, evidently, break into pieces…”

He lets out a warm laugh at your sarcasm and motions for you to move forward slightly. He slipped his shoes off too, and situated himself behind you, pulling you against his chest as his legs draped along either side of you. He placed his chin on your neck and snuck soft kisses on your collar. He quietly hummed and his fingers traced over the shape of your hands.

“What song is that you are humming?”

“Oh, I do not know the name of it. It is what my mother would hum to me as a child whenever I got injured. It seemed fitting considering someone cannot find themselves going a day without tripping or getting hurt on any scale of the word.”

You nudged him with your elbow, and he let out a deep groan.

“Mrs. Y/N Bridgerton what on earth was that for?”

“Well, I thought it was unfair that my injury took you away from the work you were so clearly enjoying, so it is my duty as a wife to give you a reason. So, I gave you one.”

“So you hit me?”

“I did not hit you. I nudged you. Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

“Well you must stay with me now, you cannot work when you are in pain my love I will not let you. You have to stay and hold me in your arms until we are both better.”

He pulls your face round to meet his and he plants a loving kiss on your lips.

“My love, I would never let you go if I could. I will be taking full advantage of this situation until my absence from work can no longer be justified. But until then, I will love you and care for you and my every breath will be yours until your ankle decides to forgive you and the horse forgives that silly little rabbit…”

#imagine #x reader #regencyslxt #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #Bridgerton one shot #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton imagines #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton one shot

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Wrong Side of HYDRA (part two)

1630 words.

Part one is here

warning: the word pissed is used. also the doctor's name is random and the trigger words are also very random.

Imagine getting a surprising visitor while in custody at S.H.I.E.L.D. Is it Bucky's turn to save you?

*3 months later*

The feeling of someone’s shoulder digging into your stomach was enough to wake you from your sleep. Gun shots were ringing in your ears. Fighting in every direction. What is happening? The rumbling of voices breaking through the shots being fired.

“Sam! Come on we need to go.” Who’s Sam?

“Yeah, okay, Robocop I’m coming.”

You heard the man carrying you grunt. He pulled out his weapon and shot the men in front of him as he continued running towards the hole in the wall. When did that get there? Your head was jumbled, each thought colliding with another. You had no idea what was going on. You took in the sight of what looked like a jet in front of the building. You got closer and closer and as you both approached it a man with… metal wings…came down from the roof. Oh dear, they really did a number on me this time. You could feel your body grow tired despite being awake for only a few minutes. You were placed down on a row of chairs carefully.

“Go back to sleep Y/N. We’re a long way from the compound yet.”

How did they know your name? And what compound? Luckily for them, you were too tired to question them and you fell into a deep slumber once again.

…

S.H.I.E.L.D. have been holding you here for the past few weeks, waiting for a specialist doctor to come in and assess your injuries. You were growing bored, and fast.

“Come on Natalia, just let me out for a little bit.” You pleaded.

“I can’t do that as much as I want to.”

“I am sick of staring at the same walls Nat; how long does it take for a doctor to come and tell everyone I’m fine…” you huffed.

“I know this is hard Y/N but it’s for your own good.”

You scoffed, “My own good? Yeah right. I can handle myself.”

She stayed silent and looked towards her feet. She pulled over a chair and sat in front of the glass panels keeping you both apart.

“Look… Once doctor whatever his name is has been and cleared you,” she says pointedly, “then you’ll be let out. Fury said he’d be here in a few hours anyway. So, sit tight. Everything will be fine.” She stands up and puts her hand against the glass. You put yours against hers and gave her a defeated smile.

…

You’re sitting reading a book with your feet propped up on the desk in your cell when you hear the doors whoosh open. Two pairs of footsteps approach you.

“Miss Y/L/N. This is Doctor Ubel. He is here to check up on you.”

Ubel sits across the desk from you and Fury leaves, closing the door behind him. You look up from your book and your brows furrow. He looks familiar.

“Are you alright Miss Y/L/N?”

You close your book and fold your arms. Your head tilting slightly as you glance over him.

“Is that not your job to find out Doctor?”

“I suppose so.”

He grabs his bag and pulls out a red leather journal, a star pressed into the center. Your eyes widen slightly, and you look out to see if anybody is around. But there’s no one. Not Nat. Not Fury. Nobody. He chuckles darkly.

“You know Soldat, I thought the security here would be a lot better. I guess they just aren’t that worried about you.”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, don’t be surprised. You didn’t really think we’d let you out unscathed, did you?”

This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Your hands grew clammy. You tried your best to not let your nerves show but it was futile.

“I see you still know when to be frightened, my dear. As you should be.”

He flips through the journal pages, landing on one in particular.

“Now, let’s see if this rings a bell.”

He locks eyes with you, and you adjust in your seat.

“Original. Time. Two...”

“Shut up!” you slam your hands on the desk, a loud screech in your ears causes you to grimace.

“Shock. Weapon. Russia…”

Your head is burning now. Your vision is blurry. You push yourself away from the desk, tripping over your feet. You crawl hastily to the furthest corner, pushing yourself against the glass panel. Maybe it will magically disappear you hope. The flashing of red lights and the shrill sound of sirens catch your attention. They know. You feel the vibrations through the floor as people storm the room around the cell. Your eyes squeeze shut, his words floating in your head.

“DONE! MISSION! STAR! TRAITOR!”

It’s silent as people watch, guns at the ready. The only sound is everyone’s heavy breathing. Snipers take their aim. Natasha rushes into the room, worried eyes focussing on you. She lets out a shaky breath and her fists involuntarily ball up. She has company too. The rest of the avengers stand behind her. And Bucky…he can’t look away from you. He steps forward cautiously.

“Buck,” Steve grasps his arm as a warning.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

He shakes off Steve’s hand and walks up to the glass cell separating you from what might as well be fifty armed agents, all aimed at you. Ubel wasn’t the threat anymore…you were.

“Y/N…come on.”

You look at him, eyes stormy.

“Who the hell is Y/N?”

“Doll it’s you. You’re Y/N.”

“I’m not. I’m I- I-“ Ubel interrupts.

“Ah Barnes…it has been too long since we’ve seen each other.”

“Not long enough, clearly,” he speaks through gritted teeth.

You stare at them both, confused by the conversation taking place. Who is Y/N? And how does Ubel know him?

“Doll…”

“There’s nothing you can do soldier, she’s gone.” Bucky ignores him and continuously tries.

“Y/N? Y/N please…” his voice cracks as he speaks and you feel your heart jump. You raise your sight to meet his.

“That’s it Y/N..” he encourages.

“Look at me doll. I mean really look at me, I cut my hair. It used to be long…”

Suddenly your heart aches. You clutch your chest and inhale deeply as your mind breaks down. You shut your eyes tightly as your mind swirls with different unknown memories.

…

She has short red hair and she was trained before coming here. That’s all you knew. Well, that and the fact she was undercover. It wasn’t hard to figure out, you weren’t as stupid as everyone else seemed to be. Her partner was nowhere to be found though, which meant one thing…He was dead, and she just lost her way out.

…

You had been blocking his attacks well, until he ran at your blind spot and slammed you onto the mat, pining your hands beside your head. His hair was tracing your skin.

“You know soldier if your hair wasn’t so long it wouldn’t tickle my face every time you pin me.”

It was quiet but unmistakable. He just laughed.

“Did you just laugh?”

“No.”

“I think you did.”

“I didn’t”

“Sure you didn’t.”

…

“It used to be long…” he reminded you.

“It tickled…” you whispered.

“Soldat, you know what you have to do.” Ubel stands in front of you. His tone demanding and quite frankly it pissed you off.

Your hand shot out before he could speak again and wrapped around his throat. He gasped for a breath, his feet struggling to touch the floor as you raised him against the wall.

“I was right.”

Ubel scrambles to try and pry your fingers from his throat.

“What?” he forces out. His voice is barely audible as his face grows red.

“I said I was right. You do look good with it short.” You smirk.

“It’s good to see you Bucky.”

“You too Y/N. How about you let him go and let the others take care of him for the day.”

You look at the man currently using every effort to let air into is lungs and frown. You let go of his neck and watch him fall helpless to the ground, gasping for oxygen. A shot is fired and the lock on the door fizzles allowing the doors to open slowly. Natasha runs in and grabs Ubel by the collar.

“He should have let her kill you,” she mutters.

Bucky snickered at her as he strides towards you.

“You know Y/N, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me a little bit…”

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t know better because I was very clearly flirting with Ubel. Like did you see the man, the absolute epitome of beauty he was. You could get some tips you know…”

He guffaws loudly.

“That’s too bad. I was hoping we could go for a drink as a umm…a thank you.” He admits.

“A thank you? For what?”

“Don’t act dumb, you know what for.”

You loop your arms through his and drag him towards the doors.

“No, I don’t think I do. Remind me Bucky, of how I single handedly managed to save your life from a villain organisation. Because I can’t quite remember.”

“Do you not? Oh well it must not have happened then…” he nudged you jokingly, a large smile sat upon his face.

As you both set off towards the closest bar, a separate conversation was taking place on the other side of the room. Natasha and Steve both looked upon you both fondly.

“There’s two of them now.”

“Yep.”

“I can only handle one.”

“How about a drink to calm your nerves Captain.” Nat blinks up at him.

“What the hell,” he shrugs.

They follow in your tacks, severely needing a drink after today’s fiasco.

“Oh, and Steve?” He hums.

“Language.”

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[regencyslxt]

Ahh thank you so much!!

Fic Recs~

So my last post of Fic Recs was pretty popular, and I wanted to do another to continue giving shout outs to fics I love and the amazing authors and creators! I may consider making this a continuous thing, maybe biweekly?

**Also some of these stories are for audiences 18+, so if you are underage, please follow the guidelines set by the authors.**

Star Wars:

Sweaty Hands, Reluctant Hearts by @221bshrlocked : (Mando x reader, Angst & Smut.) The fact that Mando has a breeding kink isn't shocking to anyone, also showing Cobb Vanth who's boss

It Was the Kid's Idea by @the-witty-pen-name : (Mando x Reader, ft. Grogu. 100% fluff. Tooth-rotting sweetness!) I love the idea of Grogu making a bunch of valentines and him being absolutely covered in glitter!

Boba Fett seggzy Alphabet by @pedroepascal : (Boba Fett x reader) I mean Boba Fett + seggzy scenarios, what more could a gal want?

He is Yours by @just-iimagine (Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader) I live for the idea of Obi Wan as a dad.

Dar'manda by @talesfromtheguild (Mando x Reader) A different take on breaking Din's creed.

Marvel:

F*ck, Marry, Kill by @buckysmischief : (Avengers x platonic reader) This was great! We all know we would love to play this with the Avengers.

The Wedding Date by @river-soul : (Bucky Barnes x Reader) We love a good fake boyfriend story.

Love Potion Number Nine by @iliveiloveiwrite (Bucky x reader, peter parker x reader) This was adorable. I love that Peter was scared of Bucky.

True Love by @trillian-anders (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Who doesn't love the idea of stripper Bucky?

DC:

For Later by @mermaidxatxheart (Arthur Curry x Reader) This one is HOT.

Here Right Now by @221bshrlocked (Bruce Wayne x Reader) who doesn't love the idea of a one night stand with Batman himself?

Pushin' Me Away by @thebigbadbatswife (Bruce Wayne x Reader) I feel like Bruce always seems to almost self sabotage.

Kingsman:

The Thunder Rolls by @reevesdriver (Agent Whiskey x Reader) Oof. This one hurt, not gonna lie.

Bridgerton:

I Wonder What Its Like To Be Loved By You by @iliveiloveiwrite (Benedict Bridgerton x reader) TBH Benny is my fave Bridgerton brother.

To Have and To Hold by @regencyslxt (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader) We love a good wedding!

Game of Thrones:

The Bastard and The Prince by @just-iimagine (Oberyn Martell x Reader) I can't wait reading the rest of this series!

The Red Viper and The Honeybee by @sunflowerheartsandstarryskies (Oberyn Martell x Reader Bridgerton AU) This was super cute! Not to mention the Bridgerton AU.

The Devil All The Time:

**Fair warning- most all of the fics I read from this fandom are all dark! or noncon, so read at your own risk.**

Final Warning by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) Obviously Lee would stop at nothing to get what he wants.

Rainy Night in Meade by @slothspaghettiwrites (Lee Bodecker x Reader) This one is a soft!Lee, and it's absolutely sweet!

Summer Break(down) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x reader) We love a good revenge plot!

That's all for now, I will continue to post fic recs as I go, I am thinking of doing them bi-weekly!