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Obscene Behaviour || b.b & s.w

Platonic relationship with Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson and a new mom!reader

Summary: Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you slip your nip out to feed your newborn. Warnings: public breastfeeding (let's normalise it please), bullying WC: 624

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“Wow, look at you.” Sam gushed as he took a seat at the table you were waiting at. “You are absolutely glowing! How’s everything going?”

“Thanks, Sam.” You grinned as he gave you a kiss on the cheek and stole your newborn from your arms. “I’m still adjusting. It’s weird seeing you guys on the news and not being out there in the action.”

“You got something more important now.” He said, gently bouncing your baby boy in his arms and swapping to baby talk. “Isn’t that right, little Sammy?”

“His name is James.” Bucky argued as he arrived and gave you a hug before he took the third seat at your table.

“You’re both wrong.” You laughed as they began to argue with each other until you grabbed the birth certificate from your handbag and placed it between them. “His name is Steven Anthony Y/L/N.”

“No way.” Sam grinned. “That’s a big name to live up to, little man.”

“If anyone can, it'll be him.” Bucky smiled as he grabbed a chubby toe and tickled it. “You doing alright, mama?”

“Could do with a few more hours of sleep a night but I think we are doing pretty good.” You said before a yawn broke out at the mention of sleep.

“We can have him for a night if you need some rest.” Sam offered and Bucky’s head snapped to him with wide eyes.

“We can?”

“I’m not doing it alone.” Sam chuckled. “I’m not as brave as y/n.”

“You might find it a bit difficult, unless you can breastfeed?”

“Last time I checked…no.” Sam said with a shake of his head and looked at Bucky.

“Don’t look at me, these are pure muscle.” He said with a wave over his chest.

As if your infant understood the talk about breastfeeding, he began to cry and you took him back so you could open the discreet slip on your shirt, latching him on. Neither man bat an eyelid as you fed your bub but you could feel a pair of eyes on you and looked around to see a middle aged man staring at your chest. Bucky turned as he saw your eyebrows pinched and his own eyes hardened.

“Hey, you got a problem?”

The man jumped at Bucky’s harsh voice but he recovered quickly and looked down his nose at you. “Some of us are trying to eat here, not be subject to pornographic, obscene behaviour.”

“Pornogr- what the hell is wrong with you, man?” Sam asked seriously. “Some people are trying to eat, including her baby.”

“You don’t see us trying to stop you from stuffing your pie hole.”

You watched with amazement as they both ripped into the man who was turning redder by the second.

“I could see her nipple. It was offensive and distracting.” He gupped as more people were tuning into the conversation.

“I can see your cutlery, I don’t find that distracting.” Sam laughed. “It’s just a nipple, how about not sexualising it, then you shouldn't find it so distracting.”

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head and sat back in his chair as a few bystanders began to pull their phones out and Sam took his shirt off next.

“Oh my god, what are you two doing?” You laughed as they turned their seats around to face the man.

“Distracting him.” Sam smirked. “Look at all these pornographic nipples.”

Bucky smiled at one woman that looked just his type and pointed to his chest. “Is this offensive to you ma’am?”

“No, sir.” She giggled before turning to the man. “You should be ashamed of yourself, if you have the right to eat in a public place, so does this beautiful wee baby.”

Did I already tell you that I FUCKING LOVE YOU ! This is so good maaaan

Hands That Heal - Ch. 1

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

A few background details before we start as they will come into the story throughout: You are a mechanic, you were blipped, your ex is a biker in a 1% gang, your father served as a marine with Chip and Dale - fraternal twins who are like weird uncles to you.

Summary: Bucky is looking for someone to repair his motorcycle but ends up finding something better.  Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. Word count: 3266

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

The garage was busier than usual and you had barely stopped to take a break all day and it had left you cranky. The banter between the guys had been getting on your nerves, you were working hard and they were just milling about, smoking and cat calling any woman who walked past the open roller doors. Rolling out from under the chassis of a mint green ‘66 Shelby Cobra, you got up off the creeper and grabbed a wing nut that was lying around before tossing it at Chip’s head

“She’s younger than your daughter, you creep.” You chastised as he whistled to a girl in the local high school uniform.

“Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher.” Dale laughed before holding his fist up to Chip to bump.

A disgusted growl erupted from your throat as you grabbed a torque wrench off the top of your tool box and watched their hands drop. They murmured apologies as they dispersed back to the cars and motorcycles they were meant to be working on. Metal clattered as you tossed the wrench back in your box and grabbed a bottle of water from the small bar fridge that was about 20 years past its prime and probably a fire risk.

You didn’t have time to even run across the street and get a pie from the bakery with the amount of cars that were piling up. Your reputation as the go-to person for high end cars and high spec motorbikes had spread far and wide, with people even flying their cars to your shop in the Bronx for repairs. Ignoring your grumbling tummy you laid back down on the creeper with the parts you had just collected and disappeared beneath the grimey undercarriage.

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It’s Jeff: Infinity Comic #2 (2021)

written by Kelly Thompson art by Gurihiru

Okey so basically you know how I am a Muslim ? Well I live in France and I hate it ! And it was my dream since I was 15 to get out of here well in August I am officially moving to Montréal to study !!!!! I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY U CANNOT IMAGINE

Okey so I know I was supposed to come back after Ramadan 🙃🥺but I just realized my biggest dream and I needed to take time to actually process the big changes that are gonna happen in my life

And so I am happy to announce that I’m officially back and I will be binge reading all of your fics because I fucking missed you

Oh, oh, oh!!! I would love to hear about your dream?!?!?! I am so excited for you and I hope it is everything you want it to be ♥️

I missed you sweetie but I'm super happy you took the time to think about your future!

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But I don’t care your fics are to good for me to not share them

The Alpha’s Sister

Imagine coming home for Thanksgiving break and letting your family know you’re moving back home. Life in Beacon Hills ends up being a rollercoaster, but what a fun ride it is.

Words: 9.3K Author’s Note: Um, excuse me.. but how the hell have y'all let me go so long without writing anything for Derek Hale?! I wrote three books, each book having 77 chapters, and not a single imagine for my favorite werewolf.  Warning for this..? Some violence though it’s not detailed. And Scott’s pack only consists of his inner circle (Stiles, Derek, Lydia and Malia). I wasn’t a fan of the baby beta or his friends.

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Ooooh god next chapter is going to be AMMAAZING

Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues

A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Good things come to those who wait.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 4300

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In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.

Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.

For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-

Until now.

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This is too cute I might just die

Thinking about how all the moms r prolly drooling over mafia steve when he’s out with his daughter and he’s completely oblivious but how would his reaction be when he sees how his wife catches the attention of others (and he gets all jealous) 🫣

those pesky sugar bugs!

Summary: "Thinking about how all the moms r prolly drooling over mafia steve when he’s out with his daughter and he’s completely oblivious" or Steve takes his daughter to the dentist!

in the universe of the super seller patch! & mafia daycare (read before!)

Warning: none!

Pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader

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It’s early in the morning as Sabrina adorns her scrubs, watching her son enjoy himself in the small ball pit in the play area of the children’s dentist’s lobby. Kai is four, but this would be his second visit; something he’s enjoyed so far. 

However, the sound of the dentistry’s bell catches her attention and wow. That is not a man you see everyday, she thinks to herself.

Her eyes follow the bewitching man walking through the door with an equally beautiful little girl by his side. Who is he?

Steve Rogers strides through the door holding Four-Year-Old Elysia’s hand as she toddles along with her father. He’s clad in a handsome burgundy suit, his soft hair styled. 

Sabrina wasn’t the only person in the room gawking at the man. Along with the other mothers that sat in the waiting room. The receptionist couldn’t help but stutter over her words at the sight of Mr. Roger’s. His icy blue eyes pierced into hers. 

Y/n was meant to bring Elysia to her clean up, but couldn't at the last minute as something had come up with her mother. But Steve still had work to do, so he’d drop Elysia with you afterwards. 

Steve really shouldn’t have to go through the bullshit of getting checked in, signing a bunch of papers, and waiting some more. He knows many dentists he could call to the house. Even so, his adorable wife has her heart set on Lys growing up with a normal childhood.

Y/n loved the dentist as a child. She loved the gentleness most carried, the gift bags they gave, and the coin you got for the gumball machine that would dispose of tattoos. 

Elysia’s eyes are captured at the brightness of the room and the television in the corners of the room playing Paw Patrol. But as she enters and sees many of the other kids and adults in the room, she can’t help but shuffle herself closer to her father’s leg. And when her father passes his hand over the top of her head, she can’t help but feel a little at ease. 

Elysia is all dressed up in a Moncler cream, ruffle hemmed polo dress; cream Leather Mary Janes; and a rose-gold teddy bracelet she received for her second birthday (from her aunt nutty, apparently natty was hard to say so it stuck) with matching earrings. 

Sabrina finds it inevitable to stare at this man (really an adonis, if you will) as he checks in. His jaw could cut diamonds, his eyes are a charming, intense blue, (exceuse her language) but fuck are his hands nice. He looks like he’s made of the highest bill. No way he isn’t cut up under his dress shirt and tie. 

Fuck. 

There’s a band on his ring finger.. but she can’t stop staring. It’s only innocent, it’s not like she’d ever walk up to a married man. That’s insane. 

Sabrina watches the two take a seat across from her. The little girl is quick to cuddle into her father.

The man points to the play area, most likely asking if she wanted to play. But his little girl is quick to shake her head, cuddling into her father closer as if it was possible.

So, until Sabrina and Kai are called up, the little girl stays on her father’s lap as the man kisses her forehead from time to time, a hand rubbing her back at all times. 

-

Kai is tilted back, maybe about half way done when the man from before is walking behind the receptionist and assigned to a seat right next to them. Sabrina sits up in her chair, across from Kai, when the man sets his daughter in the dental chair, but stands next to her. 

Sabrina thinks she’s going crazy, but her stomach flutters a beat at the thought of him having to sit right next to her. 

“Daddy, I’m afraid,” his daughter looks up at him hesitantly. 

“Awh,” he cooes, kneeling next to the chair. His Amedo Testoni loafers crease, but that’s the least of his worries. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby doll, just gonna get your teeth cleaned so they’re nice and pearly,” he nudges her chin, smiling. 

“Remember what mommy said? You’ll get a goody bag for being so brave!” he exclaims to get her excited. 

“Goody bag? Will I get ice cream?”

“We’ll get ice cream afterwards, but don’t tell mom”

She giggles, nodding her head as she stretches her pinky for a pinky promise. Once they’re pinkies interlock, Steve pecks his thumb just as Elysia does.

He knows it isn’t the smartest idea to take her to get ice cream right after a dentist appointment. But those puppy dog eyes that resemble her mother’s, undermine him every time. He’d get her something sugar-free, he decides, as a compromise. 

Sabrina’s heart cries at the scene in front of her. 

-

Closer to the end, the little girl becomes too ansty and tense at the prospect of the sharp objects, covering and keeping her mouth shut at every chance. In result, the man is advised to sit with his little girl during the cleaning to help her get more comfortable. 

Steve does just that: scooping up Lys so she’s sat with her back to his front, as he’s sat up against the dental chair. He wipes her tears and coddles her until she relaxes. 

Parenting hasn’t come easy to Steve, but with Y/n and the endless classes they take together it has. In the back of his mind he thinks about how his father would’ve scolded him for acting like a baby. He loved his old man, but he definitely lacked the empathy any parent should carry. 

“There’s nothing to be scared of, honey, I promise. We just gotta get those sugar bugs out”

“I want my sugar bugs!” She exclaims, muffled from her hands. 

“You don’t want those sugar bugs, baby doll, or they’ll make your teeth ache.”

“Elysia” Dr. Platt says, “Can I show you something?”

Elysia nods shyly. 

Dr. Platt pulls out a toy dinosaur, with a mouth full of plastic teeth and a toy dentistry bag to go with it. “This is Mr. Dino, he’s scared of the dentist too, but he’s learned that going to the dentist is fun.” She pulls out an excavator (what Elysia was initially scared of after getting her teeth brushed.) 

“So this,” she holds up the tool, “Is an excavator, this is what I’ll use to get all those pesky sugar bugs out,” she demonstrates the tool. “Do you wanna try it and see?”

Elysia replies, taking the excavator. She becomes intrigued as she cleans the dinosaur's teeth. 

“You see, it’s really important that Mr. Dino gets all the sugar bugs out because he really needs his sharp teeth to eat… Dad, would you like to try?”

Steve is handed an extra excavator and cleans the toy’s teeth along with his daughter.

Never in a million years would Steve imagine himself playing with a toy to get his daughter comfortable at the dentist. 

Steve has always wanted a family. But he never would’ve guessed it would end up like this, with him being so involved in the life of a precious little girl he spoils the hell out of. And a wife who basically tells him to jump, and he’d be quicker to ask how high. 

There’s no other way he’d have it. 

Sabrina thinks how hot it is that a man that looks so rough, can be so gentle and loving as he plays along with his daughter. The two giggling with each other. 

At some point, the little girl is able to get her teeth cleaned without any trouble. The man takes out his phone (the newest model) to record and take pictures of the whole thing. 

Steve had promised Y/n he would. 

The two kids finish at the same time, surprisingly.  

At the end, Steve sits his daughter up so she’s facing him. He asks to see her teeth and she smiles excitedly and laughs when he acts blinded, “Look at how pearly white they are, almost blinded your old man,” he tickles her tummy and she squeals. 

Sabrina doesn’t know what it is but seeing an attractive, attentive, caring father is the hottest thing ever. 

Before Steve leaves, he’s stood up with Elysia sat on his hip, one arm wraps around her middle while his other hand holds up the phone awaiting his wife to pick up his facetime call. 

When she does, his wife’s beautiful face expands on the screen. 

“Hi baby, hi gorgeous girl! Are you all done at the dentist?”

“Hi mommy!” She waves her palm into the camera then. 

“Let me see those teeth!” You beam. 

She smiles wide! displaying every tooth. 

“Wow! They’re so clean, I bet you got all those yucky sugar bugs out, huh?” 

“Yeah! Look! I got a goody basket” she holds the bag filled with trinkets and dental hygiene items. 

“Very nice, gorgeous! I’m so proud of you,” you blow a kiss through the screen. “Steven,” your voice evens out. 

“Yes, honey” he smiles sweetly into the camera, already knowing what she’d say. 

“I know you, handsome. She just got her teeth cleaned, don’t get her anything too sweet. Please.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll. We’ll see you shortly alright? Love you.” 

“I love you guys, see you,”

“I love you!” Elysia exclaims. When her mother hangs, she turns to her father. "Daddy, can I have strawberry and cookie dough, please?"

"Of course. You can get whatever your little heart desires, sweet pea." he kisses her temple, making way towards the exit.

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diamonds & pearls // anthony bridgerton x reader

summary: diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage

warnings: typical misogyny and sexism, anthony being kind of a dick. guilt ridden anthony, mentions of cheating, kinda angsty

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you knew exactly what your duty was as a woman. you completely understood that you needed to marry well and provide and heir. so when your father had arranged for you to marry the viscount bridgerton, you were more than willing.

yes, you were marrying a man you didn't really know, however, you could have been worse off. the bridgerton name was good and respectful. you had adored his family and they you. and the viscount himself was young and handsome. you very well could have done worse. and he was a kind man. you knew you could grow to love him.

or so you thought.

the viscount proved to make that task very difficult. he seldom left his office long enough to spend a significant amount of time with you. and when he did seem to have the time to spare, he didn't spend it with you. when he wasn't in his office, and not in the parlor spending time with his family, he was at the gentleman's club. and when he'd return, reeking of perfume, he'd set down a box on your nightstand and leave your chambers.

you were afraid to think of what the jewelry meant. and you were afraid to ask him. so instead, you'd walk downstairs wearing your new necklace or your new bracelet or new brooch and avoid the conversation entirely. greeting your husband in the drawing room during afternoon tea after spending the morning running your errands or maintaining the home while your husband was locked away in his study. everyone in the home knew exactly how your marriage with the viscount was. violet sighed every time she watched anthony walk out the door in the evenings while you sat alone in the drawing room. benedict and colin could hear him stumbling in half drunk. eloise noticing on the nights he stayed out particularly late, some new shiny thing found it's way into your jewelry box. francesca noticed that much unlike her parents, you two did not share a room. but luckily, the youngest children were none the wiser.

overtime, you grew more and more lonely. frequently finding yourself attempting to distract yourself with anything you could possibly think of. first, it was embroidery. it was one of the things you hadn't quite mastered. so you sat in the drawing room with lady bridgerton, her happy as ever to have someone to teach her embroidery skills to now that daphne had gone and eloise being far too disinterested in such things. you'd perfect your pianoforte skills. you'd read every book in the bridgerton library. and now, here you were, in the kitchens with the staff, spreading flour across the table and plopping dough atop it.

"my lady, you needn't do this. we have cooks." your lady maid pleaded.

"i know that. but a lady must have something to occupy her mind, should she not?"

she just sighs and allows you to continue kneading the dough in front of you. she was well aware what you were doing. everyone was. but they allowed you these freedoms in attempt to grant you some kind of mercy.

as you shaped the dough, you could hear lady bridgerton arguing with anthony as they both stomped down towards the kitchens.

"she is a lovely woman and i'm sure if you were to pull your head out of your-"

"mother! i will not have you telling me how to run my marriage."

"anthony, the fact that you think a marriage is something to run is not only heartbreaking, but disappointing." lady bridgerton says as they reach the bottom of the steps and emerge from the doorway into the kitchens.

you cleared your throat and they both turn to look at you.

"m-my lord, lady bridgerton." you stutter softly, bowing to your husband and mother in law.

"what're you doing?" anthony asks, looking down at your dirty hands.

"oh! um...baking. i've....taken up baking. bread. baking bread." you nod awkwardly.

"we have chefs for that."

"yes but i...i've always wanted to learn. and i've mastered my embroidery and the pianoforte. so i thought baking might be- i'm sorry. it's very improper of-"

"not at all, darling. i think it's wonderful." lady brigerton smiles, interrupting your nervous ramble.

"thank you" you smile, your shoulders relaxing slightly before you turn back to your shaped loaf.

lady brigerton makes her way back up the stairs and anthony attempted to follow, but his mother quickly pushed him back silently scolding her son. he steps back into the doorway, staring at his wife.

"how is it going? the baking?" anthony asks after awkwardly clearing his throat.

"well, i think." you nod, a tight smile on your lips as you glance up at him briefly before you turn your attention back to the dough you were placing into the pan.

you hand the pan to the chef to place in the oven and you walk over to anthony, pausing in front of him. you look up at him and his eyes catch yours, and for a moment you catch a glimpse of the love you could have had.

"y-yes?"

"the water basin, my lord. it's behind you."

"oh!" he exclaims, moving aside and watching as you washed off your hands.

he watches as you dry off your hands and is caught off guard by a sparkle on your ear.

"your new earrings suit you."

you pause momentarily before you hang the towel on the edge of the basin.

"thank you, my lord."

"you know, you don't need to call me-"

"yes i do." you quickly interrupt.

anthony's mouth stays agape fro a moment before he recomposes himself.

"i only mean that i am your husband and-"

"are you? i would've been none the wiser."

you walk past anthony as he stands there, taking in what you'd just said to him.

the rest of the day neither of you had attempted to talk about what was said. and as per usual, he'd gone out that night, and in the morning, a box was placed on your nightstand. you'd stared at the box the entire time you'd spent getting ready and there you were now, standing in front of it.

"my lady? is everything alright?" your maid asks.

you just nod your head, grabbing the box and opening it to see a small golden chain, a single pink pearl dangling off of it. the same pink pearl that matched the earrings you were wearing the day before. you slam the box shut and walk out of your chambers towards the dining room where breakfast had most likely already begun.

normally you'd never do something so bold, but you'd grown tired of this routine of his. of this routine that had now become your life. if your husband didn't want to speak to you or love you, that was fine. but you wouldn't accept these lukewarm apologies any longer.

you'd walked into the dining room and before anyone could say good morning, you'd placed the box beside anthony's plate, not even bothering to meet his eyes. and you'd taken your seat next to him, not bothering to look at anyone as they all stared at you and anthony and the box you'd returned to him. as you adjusted the napkin on your lap, and the chef placed a plate of food in front of you, you let out a quick breath.

"good morning." you smile, nodding your head at the family, who still sat staring at you and your husband.

"y/n-"

"oh, forgive me my lord, i've forgotten to mention that my dear friend lady amelia has requested to visit for tea. would that be alright?"

anthony just stares at you for a moment. you'd always accepted his gifts. it was his attempt at an apology, and wearing his gifts was your sign of forgiveness.

"yes, of course. this is...your home too."

"thank you" you smile, turning back to your food.

"sleep well, y/n?" benedict asks.

"wonderful, and you?" you smile.

"great. and this bread is beautiful. well done." he smiles.

"thank you, benedict. kind of you to say."

"seems she married the wrong brother." eloise mumbles, and violet gasps while colin kicks her underneath the table.

anthony's face turns red and he quickly excuses himself to his study, taking the box with him. you pause for a moment, but recompose yourself and continue on with breakfast.

these encounters went on for the next week or so. a box would find itself on your dresser, and you'd place it beside anthony's plate in the morning at breakfast, or on his desk in his study, or even sometimes the box would find itself on his dresser. after the 10th day of this, anthony had had enough.

he barged into the parlor where you were sitting with lady bridgerton, working on an embroidery.

"is there something wrong?" anthony asks, his breathing slightly erratic as he waves the box around in his hand.

everyone in the parlor pauses, looking at their agitated brother. violet was quick to usher the siblings out of the parlor to give the couple a moment of privacy.

"something wrong?" you scoff, shaking your head.

"yes, y/n. something wrong. everything was fine-"

"fine!? my lord, you never spared me a second glance. you spend all day in your study and all night somewhere else. and when you come home smelling like another woman-"

"i have never done such a thing. i am a man of honor and i honor the vow i made to you."

"ha! the same vows that claim you will love and cherish me? i am just short of being a stranger to you! a pair of earrings cannot excuse your absence. gold necklaces will never replace the loneliness i feel everyday in this house. diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in this marriage. and i've grown tired of pretending that they can." you cry, your emotions getting the best of you as tears begin streaming down your face.

anthony stood in front of you, feeling frozen and unsure of what to do as your breath hiccuped.

"i'm sorry." he breathes out.

you shake your head, quickly wiping the tears away.

"no, i'm sorry. you provide for me and that's all that should be expected of you." you begin walking out and anthony grabs your arm.

you look up at him and he scans your face. he thought you were beautiful even when you cried. he lets out a small sigh and his chest tightens at your confession. he hadn't truly realized how much his actions had affected you. he hadn't wanted to marry, and he hadn't wanted to fall in love. but he couldn't stand being cruel to you. regardless of anything else, you were kind and you were good. you deserved better than what he'd been doing. he pulls his handkerchief out and dabs your cheeks softly with his right hand, and holds you face gently with his left.

"i'm sorry. i'm going to do better. be better. if you'll let me."

you began to fill with hope. hope that he was telling the truth. and as you melted into his soft brown eyes, you knew that you were done for. even if he didn't fulfill his part, the thought had become enough. and you knew you'd forgive him over and over again.

"okay."

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the next morning you'd awoken half expecting a box on your bedside table, but instead, a flower. you smiled as you twirled the flower between your fingers. you'd stared at it the entire time you'd gotten ready and you shook you head at your foolish joy over a single flower.

it began with little things. for example, one morning, you'd made it to the table before anthony had during breakfast. everyone had said their good mornings and as you looked down to place the napkin on your lap, you felt a pair of lips hit your cheek.

you jumped at the contact and looked over at your husband who was smiling at you.

"good morning, darling."

your cheeks reddened and you couldn't contain your smile.

"good morning"

then it graduated to afternoons he'd taken off spent on a picnic or on a promenade with his family. to trips away to aubrey hall together. eventually, he'd asked you to stay in his chambers, and you did.

and here you were, laying beside him, your bare shoulders exposed to the cold breeze coming in from the open window. his finger tracing the outline of your body as he nudged your nose with his own.

"we're expected for breakfast soon." you smile, and he shakes his head.

"they can wait. i'd like to spend some more time with my beautiful wife on this fine morning." he smiles, grabbing your waist and pulling you him closer.

"you know, there was a time when my idiot husband didn't spend any time with his beautiful wife." you teased before bringing him into a kiss.

"truly, a fool." he smiled.

"a fool feels too kind of a title."

he laughs before flipping you over so that he was hovering above you.

"your idiot husband promises to never let a day go by without letting you know just how much he loves you." he says softly against your lips.

you smile as he leans down and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

"well, my idiot husband should know that i'll love him even if he forgets one day."

"he never will."

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Hello there! I don't know if you're interested in a (maybe) multi-part fic, but I had this idea for a while and can't take it from my head, maybe you can help

Telepath!reader that is new in the avenger's team and still can't control all her powers (especially when she is asleep). Nicky still has nightmares and reader feels his fear "pulling" her into his dream. She transforms Bucky's nightmare into a silly dream, thinking it's her dream. And it happens every night, but they don't know that they are really interacting with each other, because they think it's just a dream. But they start falling in love with each other.

I was thinking multi-part because each part could be a dream. So it would be a slow burn.

I love your writing and I think you would do amazing work with this, but it's ok if you're not interested.

Thank you for this, I hope you enjoy it! I have written dreamscape reality once before so I'm super excited to do it again. The other dream story was Raindrops & Roses if anyone wanted to check it out too.

Ships in the Night [pt.1] || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, fluff, nightmares WC: 2.9k

You were still getting used to your apartment at the Avengers compound and you cursed as you tripped over the coffee table in the dark. You should have known that staying up for movie night was a bad idea but you had wanted to mingle with the other agents. There were only a handful of them missing so you finally got to put some faces to the names you had seen on the apartment doors.

The night had dragged on far longer than you had expected and when you were tired your telepathic and empathic powers were difficult to control. Already you could feel residual emotions from the other inhabitants of the building and even beyond. Somewhere out in the carpark a man was crying because his wife had left him and you felt his pain echoing in your chest until he drove away.

The action movie must have been playing on your mind as you settled into your new bed for the night, for when you closed your eyes you were met with the violent clashes of war. Men screamed and gunshots fired as you found yourself in an unfamiliar place, a damp forest that smelt of gunpowder instead of fresh air. To make matters worse, the sky was clouding over and large raindrops were quickly turning the earth to mud.

“This won’t do.” You complained as you began to tramp through the terrain and focused on rewriting the scenery as you went.

Mud filled your boots as you looked to the sky and curled your hand up, grabbing the clouds like balls of cotton candy and dropping them to dissolve in the puddles at your feet.

“We couldn’t have watched Crazy, Stupid, Love could we?” You growled as you shook the mud from your shoe and expelled a lungful of air to dry the ground once again. “This would be much better with Ryan Gosling.”

Gunshots suddenly sounded closer and you scanned the treeline trying to find which direction they were coming from when a flash of green caught your eye. You instinctively ducked as bullets flew over your head, not that it really mattered in the dreamworld, and ran towards a crop of fallen trunks that could hopefully provide cover. You leapt over the top of one log and were met with a pair of stunned and stunning blue eyes before a stray bullet tore through your chest. His eyes widened as he saw you topple over but before you had even hit the ground you woke in your bed.

Of course you would finally find a handsome man and die.

Tossing the blankets back, you carefully snaked your way to the small kitchenette each apartment had and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. You pressed it to your head first, letting the chill chase away the lingering fear of the man with the blue eyes. Like most dreams, by morning you would forget all about them and face another day of strengthening your mental walls.

“Morning sunshine.”

You nodded glumly at Natasha, her perky happiness radiating from her and easily penetrating your shield. You had hoped to have a better sleep when you returned to bed but you weren’t that lucky and now your mood was as dark as the bags that hung under your eyes.

“No one should be this happy, it’s not even 8am.” You complained as she poured you both a cup of coffee.

To make your morning worse, you had opened your cupboard and found your coffee pot empty so you had been forced to use the main kitchen on the ‘social’ floor as it had been dubbed. You couldn’t see yourself spending too much time in there with your powers, being around people and especially ones with trauma left you absorbing it into yourself. If you were lucky that is where it stayed but you had been known on occasion to accidentally release it to anyone in the vicinity.

Nat’s head tilted as you looked at you over her mug, and you laughed as she tried to read you. “You’re not the empath here, Nat.”

“I don’t need to be.” She shot back with a raised eyebrow. “You have all the signs of sleep deprivation. I read your file, do you need more time to settle in? We can put off training until you are better rested. We don’t want to have another incident like the one we-”

“I’m fine.” You said with a bit more bite than you intended to and took a deep breath. “I appreciate the concern but I will be fine, that won’t happen again.”

Her phone pinged and she pulled it from her pocket to see the message. “Well, it’s your lucky day. Barnes and Wilson just got called away so you’ll be training with me instead.”

She was genuinely happy to train you and it made it a bit easier to pull yourself out of the chair and follow her to the gym facility. The first time you had sparred with the Black Widow you had taken a hit to the head that left you dazed and your power had struck her in self preservation. You had seen the trauma of her past and brought it to the surface, accidentally making her relive the memories while you tried to stop it. You were surprised she would let you in the same room with her after everything you had seen.

“Is he really as scary as they say?” You asked as you caught up with her.

“Who? Barnes?” She laughed. “He’s just as grumpy as every other one hundred year old man but he’s not scary.”

“To you, you're the Black Widow.”

“I can still find things scary.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

She came to a stop and thought for a moment before shrugging. “I’ll think of something.”

You collapsed onto your bed with a groan, the aches of the day reminding you that tomorrow will be even worse. You didn’t even have the energy to close the curtains and the lights of the helipad lit up as a quinjet came in to land. It was too dark outside to see who it was departing the jet but you assumed it was Barnes and Wilson since no one else had left that you knew of. Rolling away from the window, you wriggled under your covers, quickly falling to sleep.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You squealed as you were grappled around the waist and pulled away from the bullets that rained down on you. Your back was pressed to a tree, the sharp twigs and bark digging into you as the blue eyed man protected you with his own body.

“Why do I keep coming here?” You muttered as you found yourself in the same warzone as last night.

“The hell if I know, doll, but it isn’t safe.” He all but shouted over the gunfire, panic rising in his chest as he head peeked out behind the tree only to duck back in as a shell hit another tree. “I gotta get you outta here.”

“Relax, we can go anywhere you want.” You said as you raised your palm and turned the shrapnel and debris into doves. He watched in wonder as the metal and wood disappeared in a plume of white feathers before taking to the sky. While he was distracted you placed your finger to his temple and saw his home, taking you far away from the place that brought him no comfort.

“Are we in Brooklyn?” He asked as the trees gave way to the empty streets he had grown up in.

“I thought it might help you calm down.”

“How did you do that?”

His hand reached out to touch the bricks of his old school and felt the abrasive clay against his fingers.

“This is a dream. Just change it.” You shrugged.

His eyebrows pinched together and he ran a hand over his slicked back hair. “You say it like that’s easy.”

“Dreams are just the culmination of our emotions forming a reality of their own.” You said turning him around to see the name of his elementary school. “I wanted somewhere that you associated with comfort and we came here.”

In the apartment down the hall from you, Agent Barnes’ thrashing finally stilled. He hadn’t had a single night of peace since he broke from Hydra, guilt and regret tormenting him night and day. Now, he settled into the mattress that no longer felt too soft, something the guilt had always made him feel unworthy of, any comfort really.

You reached out to the brick he had touched and pulled it out of the wall, breaking off the corner like it was a square of chocolate. Holding your hand up to his chest where his dog tags lay resting, you paused. “May I?”

You could see the curiosity in his bright eyes as you lifted the chain and placed the square of brick like a pendant over one of his tags. The metal and brick merged as one and you let it fall back against his chest, his fingers automatically reaching for it as you let go. Although it looked no different when he ran his fingers over he felt the warm brick and not the cold metal.

“Next time you need an escape, just feel for the brick. Your mind will do the rest.” You smiled as you turned away, feeling the stirrings of your body waking up. “I hope you find some peace.”

You almost missed his answer as your eyes began to open but the words slipped through your consciousness. “Me too.”

“Would you look at that, Cyborg nearly smiled.” You heard a man with a teasing tone around the corner.

“Shut up before I break your wings Birdman.” A gruff voice warned, the irritation and self-hate slamming into your shield. “I don’t smile.”

“Sure you don’t. Maybe it was just gas, like with newborns.”

You turned on your heel and decided you would find another exit out of the building, one where there was less anger. You were still clenching your fists at the residual angst when you hit fresh air and you decided Nat would be happier with you taking a 10 minute walk to control your emotions than go straight into training with her like this.

“You’re late.” A familiar voice growled as you pushed the gym door open and found two men waiting, one leaning casually against the wall, the other in a stiff stance with their arms crossed over their chest.

“Where’s Nat, I mean Agent Romanoff?” You swallowed as you forgot the formalities after becoming too familiar with Nat.

“Relax, I’m Sam.” Agent Wilson said before turning to his rigid partner. “Dude, you’re scaring her. The robot is-”

“Agent Barnes, the arm kind of gives it away.” You said with a shy smile.

“Are you here to train or talk?” Agent Barnes said, the usual grumpy tone slightly off as he tried to figure out why you looked familiar, assuming like you did that you had seen each other in passing at the compound.

“I mean, if there’s a choice…” You joked and Sam laughed but Agent Barnes' lips barely twitched. “Train it is.”

After two hours of getting your ass handed to you, they let you leave and you limped out of the gym grateful to be able to breathe something other than the overpowering masculinity of Captain America and the Winter Soldier. As much as it seemed like they hated each other you could see the truth but you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to be the one to tell them they were actually friends. Maybe if they kept making you try to fight without your power then you may resort to it.

“Wow, you look like shit.” Nat teased as she walked into your room with two plates of food.

“I feel like shit.” You groaned as you sat up and made space for her on your bed before inhaling the food after the appetite you had worked up. “My bruises have bruises.”

“It gets easier, trust me.” She said, hanging around for a while before noticing your yawns coming in quick succession. “Rest up, you’re going to need it.”

“Ok, this is getting stupid now.” You huffed as you looked around the forest and found it almost completely silent, no gunshots or explosions. There was only a growing rumble and a chill in the air, the temperature dropping by the second. Twin tracks rolled past you and you realised the sound was a train, quickly making its way along the tracks towards you. Narrowing your eyes at the train, you spotted a silhouette on the roof and slowly he came into focus.

You sprinted head on to the train, the railway sleepers forming steps for you to climb until you could jump onto the roof, landing beside the soldier as you found yourself in some frozen mountain range. “Well, this is a change at least.”

He couldn’t seem to hear you as he stared over the edge of the train and down the cliff face to the icy raveen below. His eyes were reflecting the sky and ice and you felt the panic holding him petrified in place, he couldn’t even move to touch his dog tag. Cursing softly to yourself, you fought against your natural urge to absorb his panic and instead worked to break him from his trance.

“Ok, let's rewrite this bad boy.” You mused as you looked at the train about to head into a tunnel.

Darkness enveloped you both and you pictured the change you wanted to see, feeling your body become harnessed as a speck of light began to grow, the tunnel coming to an end. A scream tore from your lips as you flew into the light and straight into a loop-de-loop. You looked over at the soldier, strapped just like you were into the carriage, hands gripping the harness that kept him from falling out. Your stomach turned as you exited the last loop and you were glad the ride was coming to a stop, the large signs for Coney Island coming into view.

“Are you my guardian angel?”

“I don’t think anyone has called me an angel.” You chuckled.

“They should.” He said with a smile and the ride came to a halt. “I’m Bucky.”

“Y/n.” You accepted his hand as he climbed out the ride first and he slipped it under his elbow to rest on his forearm.

“Let me win you the biggest teddy, it’s the least I can do to thank you for saving me yet again, angel.” He pleaded as he led the way to the carnival stalls. “I’m pretty good at hitting the bullseye.”

His timeless charm was seeping through the longer he went without the return of his nightmare and you found yourself nodding, enjoying the moment of joyous emotions rolling off him. There was a moment where clouds filled the blue sky as he raised the slug gun to his shoulder but with a wave of your hand the rifle turned to a modern nerf gun and he turned to you with a relieved smile as the clouds dissipated.

He pulled the trigger and a flower sprouted from the barrel and you laughed at the fake unamused look he gave you, his lips curling up at the corners before he laughed. Pulling the trigger a dozen more times, he plucked the bouquet from the end of the gun and held them out for you.

“I mean, it’s no giant teddy…” You teased as you took the peonies from his hand.

His hand planted on the bench and he vaulted over the top so that he could knock the bullseye down and grabbed the biggest teddy there was, one that was almost as big as he was. “One giant teddy for the dame.”

“Your honour is only surpassed by your skills of theft.”

His smirk left you unarmed and he grabbed your hand so that he could tow you to the next stall, then the next. You hadn’t laughed so much in your life as you played every arcade game there was. Win or lose, Bucky would get you a prize until you couldn't possibly carry anymore and you were sad you wouldn’t be able to take them with you when you woke up.

“Will I see you tonight, angel?” Bucky asked as he heard his alarm for the first time, never actually having slept long enough to hear it.

“Do you want to?”

“I want nothing more.”

He was already fading away but you hoped your answer made it through the veil before it was too late.

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