#Fire fighter buck x reader

[ninchen1909]

A drunken rage and a sober confession

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1.116

Warnings: the use of alcohol, fluff

Summary: Bucky confesses his feelings to you after he comes to you after a date gone wrong. But you won't hear his confession since you're sleeping. But are you really sleeping?

 „I mean come on Buck, don’t let this chick get you down, she doesn’t know what she’s missing. You’re nice, sweet, funny, generous, you make the best chocolate Chip cookies I’ve ever tried und you have the world cutest daughter. Seriously it’s her loss, now she will never see your ass in the pants of your fireman uniform. “

And here you are, standing in front of your best friend, one hand on your hip, while you hold a half empty  bottle of vodka  with the other one. Giving your best friend the best speech about self-worth that you can, in your admittedly quite drunken condition.

When Bucky called you earlier, to ask you  if he can come over,  you were surprised, you expected him to still be on the date of which he told you, with the "really cute lady" he had met at the supermarket.

And of course you weren't even the slightest bit jealous when he told you about it. No, of course you weren't. And certainly this date is not the reason why you have been drinking for two hours already.  I mean it’s not like you've been totally hopelessly in love with him for over four years now, without him noticing.

But how could you not be in love with him? Bucky is always there for you when you're down, he supports you where he can and every time you see him in his firefighter uniform you have to be careful that your jaw doesn’t hit the ground.  The only one who knows about your feelings for Bucky is your best friend Natasha, apparently you didn't keep your ogling as secret as you thought you did, as she soon found out about your crush on him. After a long talk from her, you wanted to ask him out, but unfortunately it was the same day that he told you about the "supermarket lady".

So you locked your feelings deep in your heart and were happy for him as much as you could. After all, it's been a long time since he threw himself into the dating pool. Ever since his now ex-girlfriend ,Lisa, left him about two years ago, leaving their then seven-month-old daughter Charlotte with him.

All the time you are walking up and down the living room giving while giving him your uplifting monologue, Bucky is sitting on your sofa, grinning and following your movements with his eyes.

“Angel, it's really not that big of a deal. She just didn't want to have a little kid in her life. And that's ok. As long as I have you and Charlie, I will be fine.”

You roll your eyes and pause in your movement:” Why am I angrier at this woman than you are, she knew you had a daughter before the date.” you look at him questioningly.

“First of all she did know I have a daughter, yes but she didn’t know Charlie is still so young. And second you’re angry because you are drunk, you always get upset faster when you are drunk. But honestly how much did you drink and why?”

While he was answering you, Bucky got up and moved closer to you.

Only now do you really notice the affect of the alcohol, before that you were still distracted by your angry rant

Your slight swaying, a clear sign of your alcohol level.

Bucky seems to notice this, because he carefully pulls you close to him, to stabilize you.

"Come on, let's get you to bed" he carefully tries to move you towards the bedroom, but you stop him: "No, I have to be there for you today and take care of you, not you for me.”

Smiling lovingly, Bucky looks you in the eye:” Just seeing you today, made this day better, and as I said, I’m fine. And you little miss, are definitely drunk, so off to bed you go.”

This time you go with him willingly.

When you arrived in your bedroom, he helps you out of your clothes. While Bucky disappears into the kitchen to get you a glass of water for the night, you snuggle up under your covers. As you lie there you feel everything start to spin, so you close your eyes to avoid getting overwhelmed.

You can hear Bucky's footsteps as he approaches your bedroom again, but you can't bring yourself to open your eyes, you’re way too tired. Apparently he thinks you fell asleep because his steps slow down and he tries to walk as quietly as possible. You realize, that he is now standing next to your bad as he puts the glass of water down on your bedside table. However, you still do not open your eyes. You feel his hand lovingly stroking your forehead and wiping your hair off your face.

Your mattress sinks in slightly and you notice that he has sat down next to you on the bed, stilling running his fingers through your hair, he sighs, then begins to speak softly: ”Oh angel, if you only knew what you mean to me and that I only went on this date to forget you at least for a few hours. But I needed some way to take my mind off you. Getting that image of you, me and Charlie as a family out of your head. But I should have known that I can never get my mind  of you. Steve said I should finally confess my feelings to you and tell you the truth about Lisa and me. But I can't, what if you don't want to be friends with me anymore. I can bear never having you all to myself, but I could never deal with it, if you turned your back on me. If only I could tell you how beautiful you make my life. How many times I wish you were Charlie's mother, but I don't dare. Maybe someday I'll grow some balls, so I’m brave enough,  to tell you all this when you're awake, to tell you that I love you with all my heart and all my soul.  But not today.” Suddenly you feel fully sober again.

He gets up from your bed carefully, a few seconds later you feel his warm, soft lips blow a gentle kiss on your forehead before his steps move away from your bedroom. You hold your breath, only when you hear the front door slam softly do you open your eyes and let air flow into your lungs again.

Just to whisper a single, quiet sentence into the darkness of the room: "I love you too.

#bucky imagine #Buck Barnes x Reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x best friend #bucky barnes imagine #Single dad bucky #single dad bucky x Reader #firefighter bucky #Fire fighter buck x reader

[dearhargrove]

Survivors

Evan Buckley x reader

summary You're taking care of Christopher when Buck comes home, looking absolutely drained and in shock and goes straight to Christophers room. You overhear the news and make sure to care for both Chris and Buck.

word count 1639

tags pretty much episode 14 season 4, Eddie gets shot but it's not described, Buck is sad :(, Chris being the precious kid he is

a/n the way I sat there in silence when Eddie got shot is crazy. Like first they hurt us with Athena and Bobby's fight and then one second passes and Eddie (my bb) gets shot I'm so confused 😭 anyway I couldn't take it when I saw bucks reaction so I wrote a fix it for me. Also I screen recorded off of an illegal site to make gifs LMAO

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You're washing the dishes when the front door opens and closes, footsteps echoing through the hallway and living room - right past the kitchen.

“Eddie?” You call and the steps stop. Instead of the man you'd expected there's your husband, Buck. He looks distraught, eyes bloodshot and lips bitten raw. What the hell happened? He doesn't even really look at you, it's like he's looking through you. “Buck? You okay?”

He licks his lips and blinks a few times but he doesn't reply. He walks straight to Christopher's bedroom, you following after him in confusion and worry. Why was he alone and why did he look like he'd seen a ghost or worse?

He stops before entering Chris’ room, but not to wait for permission to come in but more like hesitancy. He balls his hand into a fist and takes a deep breath before walking in. You take his spot in the doorway and watch with a worried frown as Buck squats down in front of Chris who's sitting on his bed, playing a video game.

“Where's Dad?” Buck looks down and you see him swallow again before he looks into the kids eyes. “He's.. not coming home tonight, Chris.”

Chris seems almost unbothered by it but considering that Eddie had to stay in the hospital overnight almost regularly due to his job, it was a reasonable reaction. But Buck doesn't seem to think the same and shakes his head minimally.

“Did he get hurt? In a fire?” Chris inquires and Buck turns his head to the side and slowly shakes it in negation. Before explaining it he sits down next to Chris and pinches the bridge of his nose, frowning. “No, not- not in a fire.” He takes another deep breath before continuing, “The truth is someone hurt your Dad.”

It's been a while since you've heard his voice so sullen and raspy from crying - probably since the last visit from his parents and that was weeks ago now. You slowly and quietly come into the room as well, standing at the foot of the bed and next to Buck with his back turned to you.

He regards you with a short glance before focusing back on Christopher, confirming his question, “Yeah, a bad guy.”

You see him reach up and wipe under his eyes, frowning in empathy as you put your hand between his shoulder blades and slowly move it up and down in hopes to calm him down a bit.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Chris asks and you're glad he did because you want to know too. Buck looks at him again and nods. “Your Dad is tough. He's a fighter.”

“He's with the doctors now? The ones that fixed you?” Chris inquires and Buck nods. You see the conflict on his face before the ten year old nods, “Then he's gonna be fine.” You hum and Buck glances your way before focusing back on Chris. Just as he's about to say something his phone pings twice and he looks down at it.

Over his shoulder you see the message as well, stemming from Bobby.

Out of surgery. Doctors say it went well.

Your heart basically drops in relief and Bucks seems to as well when his phone drops from his hand and he pretty much caves in, dropping his chin to his chest as he sniffles and exhales deeply.

You thread your hand in his hair and he automatically leans into you, resting against your stomach as he starts to cry. His hands grasp at your hips before his arms wrap around you and he sobs.

“Shh, it's okay, baby. Eddie's gonna be fine. Right, Chris? Your dad's strong.”

The young boy nods and you smile assuringly as he reaches out and wraps his arm around Bucks shoulders to pat his back. You melt at the sight and ruffle his hair which he usually doesn't like - only his dad is allowed to - but now he just looks at you with worry and confusion.

“How about you go and get ready for bed, hm?” It's not a question and it is a reasonable time for him to head to bed anyway, so he complies and slowly walks to the bathroom.

When he's out of earshot you sit next to Buck and let him fully wrap his arms around you and put his head on your chest as he cries. “H-He got shot right in front of me,” he starts with hitching breaths. “He just dropped and his blood was all over me-” he sobs deeply and you kiss his head while trying to process this yourself. He got shot?

“You couldn't have prevented it, love. He's gonna be fine. Eddie survived a lot, he's going to pull through this time, too.” Buck shakes his head and pulls back enough to look at you, blue eyes glossy and chin quivering as he gasps between another sob.

“It shouldn't have been him!” This devastates you and you cup his face in your hands, your worried expression replaced by a stern one. “It shouldn't have been anyone. Not him and not you, either. You hear me?”

He whimpers and you sigh, wiping your thumbs under his eyes and placing a long, soft kiss on his birthmark. “As soon as we can, we'll go visit him. But now you have to be strong, for Christopher. He looks up to you, if he sees you sad he'll be sad, too. Let's get him to bed, and I'll take care of you after.”

You take his hand and put it over your heart, exaggerating your breaths so he could match his and calm down. Right when he does he opens his eyes again and his frown fades enough to only be barely visible. “‘m sorry.”

The shake of your head is immediate, shutting up any further apologies. “No. It's good to let it out. I'm here so you can do exactly that if you need to. I love you, Evan. Nothing's gonna change that.”

He pulls his hand from your chest and tangles it with yours instead, gently kissing your knuckles and then your inner wrist.

He used to hate his name after it reminded him of his parents- of how they treated him. It reminds him of a life where he had to endure pain to receive love and attention.

But when you say it, it makes his heart beat faster in a good way. It makes him want to move on from his trauma or at least learn to deal with it.

And moreover it makes him feel validated. With you, he's not just Buck. He's also vulnerable, emotional and a bit cheesy. He's Evan. Evan, who's had more jobs in more cities than he can count on one hand because he was trying to find his place in the world. Evan, who likes the ocean but has been uneasy around it ever since the tsunami.

You smile lovingly and peck his forehead just as Chris comes back inside. He's wearing some dino pajamas and you ‘ohh’ at him which makes him giggle and turn as if to show off his outfit.

You move up from the bed - Buck going with you and standing at the foot of it - and untuck the bedsheets. “Get in there.” Chris grins and lays down, letting you tuck him in.

“Don't be sad, kid.” He says to Buck, who tries and fails to hide a new round of tears building up in his eyes. You had no clue where and why Chris sometimes calls Buck or even Eddie ‘kid’ but both of them seemed to love it.

“I'm just a bit worried for your Dad. But he'll be fine,” he adds the last part when you glance at him warningly, not wanting Chris to worry, and smiles. “Goodnight, bud.”

You leave his nightlight on and the door open as you leave.

Buck settles on the couch and watches as you approach and stand in front of him.

He leans back into the couch and looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that make you melt every single time he looks at you. Damn him and his beautiful eyes.

“I'm really scared. I don't know what I would do without him… when he laid there and looked at me, I-” he inhales sharply and looks at his hands, picking at his nails and reopening an old abrasion in the process.

You take his hand into each of yours to stop him and sigh, “I think you're gonna have to move from monthly sessions to biweekly, babe.” You know his therapy has been helping him a lot and you're glad he's working on coping with his trauma, but this addition is going to complicate not just his home life but also work - especially when Eddie comes back.

He groans and pulls you down until you're sitting on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs and his hands on your hips. “I appreciate your help, lovie, but just let me try and rest a little right now, please?”

You smile and card a hand through hair, moving to get off his lap so he could get comfortable on the couch. “Where do you think you're going?” He huffs and you're pushed onto your back before he's leaning over you, laying between your legs.

“You're gonna use me as your pillow?” You prompt and he nods, laying his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into your neck and against your pulse point. You're familiar with his constant search for proof that you're alive and well; you supposed it comes from not just the job but his abandonment issues, too.

It didn't matter to you though, as long as you got to hold him at the end of the day you'd let him maneuver you into whatever way made him happy.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #oliver stark #911 fanfic #911 show #911 fox #911 spoilers #eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz #christopher diaz

[minervadashwood]

The Truth

Bucky x F!Reader (plus size/curvy/heavyset) Tropes: Fantasy AU, friends to lovers, confessions CW: sex, burn injury Word count: 2.1K Summary:

Playboy Bucky Barnes keeps insisting that he loves you. But he is not a one-woman kind of man. Or so you think. Fantasy setting in which Bucky and you are part of a small group of adventurers. You're not a front line fighter but a savvy alchemist. Maker of potions, poultices, and traps. One day, some of your traps are compromised, and you get hurt. Bucky is not pleased.

Notes: Inspired by a dream I had and this gifset. There are a couple of Russian words in there, but they are translated in the story.

You were bent over your alchemy table when your bedroom door slammed open. In walked Bucky Barnes, dressed in only a towel tied at his waist.

You flushed, taking in his sculpted body, the dips and planes of his torso. Heat overwhelmed you, and it had nothing to do with the burns along your right arm. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” he demanded, stalking forward and taking your chin in his hand.

“The grenades were compromised!” You shouted back, twisting away from his grip. “ My grenades, Bucky! I sent you out there with something that could’ve killed Steve, Tony, Wanda.  Maybe even you.”

Bucky stared you down, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

Suddenly, with inhuman speed, he lunged forward, grabbing your arm and yanking you against him. His skin was damp, like he’d just come from bathing. Steve must have told him what happened. That you broke formation to detonate your traps before they could hurt your team. Thankfully the only casualty was you. Your burns had been treated, wrapped in cloth, and were healing nicely.

“ Lisitsa ,” Bucky warned. “You can’t scare me like that.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. Vixen? Really? That might apply to all those women he bedded at taverns. Not you. Leave you to your potions, poultices, and fiery concoctions. Ved'ma would be more accurate. Witch .

You tried to twist out of his hold, but Bucky only gripped you tighter.

“You still don’t believe me, do you?” he growled.

“No, Buck, I don’t. You bed every woman who looks your way.  There’s a different girl on your arm at every festival, every tavern crawl. How could I think that I’m any different? Shall I let you bed me and be done with it? So you can move on to your next conquest?”

You struggled in his arms, trying in vain to get away. Bucky easily controlled you, spinning you around, dragging you to your bed, and shoving you down on it.

You laid sideways, your butt at the edge, as you tried to scoot away from him. Bucky grabbed your legs, squeezing the generous, soft flesh of your thighs.

“There is no ‘next’ conquest, Lisitsa. Only you.” His towel fell away as Bucky made himself at home between your legs. With his strong hands and even stronger arms, he drew your legs apart, forcing your sarong open, revealing your lower half to him.

You froze in place, skin ablaze as his grip lessened and his hands trailed up your outer thighs, your hips, your sides. As he moved, he leaned over you, nestling his own hips to your pelvis, his taut stomach resting on your soft one, with his erection between you.

“If you won’t believe my words, then I will show you. Leave no doubt in your mind that I love you.”

“B-Bucky?” You whimpered, wetness gathering between your legs. He was a specimen of a warrior. Strong, agile, lethal. Of course you wanted him. He set your heart on fire, practically made your blood boil in your veins .   But you couldn’t give in to him. If you did, he’d be gone before the morning, taking with him his sexy, enigmatic smiles, his heart-pattering winks, his insincere confessions of devotion.

Bucky grabbed your wrists and took them in one hand to hold them above your head. With his other hand, he swept away the rest of your clothing. Leaving you completely exposed.

“Stop it, Bucky,” you whispered, catching his eyes and holding his gaze. “You don’t love me. You can’t .”

A devastating smile graced his lips. “Why not, Lisitsa? How can I not love all of this? All of you?”

“B-b-because…” you faltered as he traced his nose along your cheek as, his deep inhalation audible; he was just so close. You, too, took a deep breath, steeling yourself to answer. “I’m nothing like them. The women you bed. I am more; I am too much. ”

Bucky growled, deep in his chest. The hand holding your wrists tightened, and again he took your chin in hand, gripping it tightly .

“My love, you are everything .”

You gasped as Bucky lowered his head and kissed you. Now, there was no denying your body’s reaction to him. You moaned and writhed, wishing your hands were free so you could bury them in his hair. Wriggling, you sought purchase on the bed, but Bucky’s hips and torso held you in place. The sheer strength of him captivated you, entranced you. You could only wrap your legs around his waist and welcome him closer to your core.

Long minutes passed as Bucky explored your mouth and you his. The man was voracious, but so were you, gasping and kissing, a paired clash of teeth, lips, and tongues: both of you desperate for more.

With a moan, Bucky eventually pulled away.  “My Lisitsa,” he murmured, and rested his forehead on yours. Your eyes met again, and there he was, exposed, and soft…adoring. Was that the truth you saw in his eyes? Or another maneuver in his game? You’d seen him woo women, time and time again. Were you now just the next item on his ever-growing list?

“Don’t pull away, love,” he whispered, those soft, searching eyes pleaded. 

“Do you mean it, Buck?”

“With every word, Lisitsa. ”

He held still, his breath arcing across your face, evidence of his desire growing more and more rigid as it was trapped between your bodies.

There would be no way to know for sure, not until morning. But you had him now . Why not take what you could, trapped in his arms?

You lifted your head slightly, seeking his mouth, and then Bucky devoured you. His tongue danced with yours. Gods how he tasted, how he felt . How he was the only thing in the world now, aside from you.

Every inhibition forgotten, you kissed him back, fiercely, and he finally let go of your wrists. Instantly your hands were in his damp, shaggy hair, clutching him close to you as months, years of repressed longing were brought to the surface.

As you kissed, Bucky’s hand skirted down your body until it cupped your sex. His fingers traced along your wet folds, forcing you to whimper into his mouth as he kissed you. 

Bucky broke your lips apart, gasping in your face, his own cheeks and ears darkened, flushed.

“So soft and wet,” he told you, a single finger slipping between your folds and slowly stroking you. “Shall I stop now, love? Or do you believe me?”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, angling your hips closer to his teasing hand.

He had the nerve, the absolute nerve to laugh at you, and back was that signature, indecipherable smirk. He kissed your nose, your chin, your jaw, and then his mouth was on your nipple, suckling and biting to send shockwaves of desire through you. You jolted beneath him, and then his teasing finger lingered at your entrance.

“Shh, doll, it’s all okay. You're mine now. Aren’t you?”

You nodded dumbly. “Yours, Buck.”

Bucky finally pushed his finger into you, and you sighed. The first finger was joined by a second, and Bucky hooked them both, moving languidly in and out until you were mewling, and whimpering, and begging, all in the same breath.

“That’s it, love,” he encouraged. “You look so beautiful right now, it hurts. I can’t wait. Not anymore.”

“Then don’t.” You tugged on his hair, insisting that he continue.

He removed his fingers, using them to coat his erection with your wetness. Then, he perched himself at your entrance, sliding in just a bit before he lowered himself on the bed, holding his weight on his elbows as his hands cupped your face.

“Believe me now?” he asked, thrusting into you.

You clenched around him, the sweet sensation of being filled by the man you’d denied for so long. It felt like he belonged there, inside of you, filling you, stretching you, loving you.

He moved quickly, and you matched your movements to his own, raising your hips and chasing after his thrusts.

Sweat soaked his body, and you grabbed every part of him you could reach as he made love to you. You gripped his arms and then caressed his chest. You sank your fingernails into his back as you neared your peak, as Bucky groaned and panted above you.

You were on the edge now, faster than you’d ever been before, all because of the man in your arms. “I’m going to come, Buck,” you rasped, voice strained because of all the pleasure coursing through you.

“Go ahead, love,” he told you, nibbling your ear. “I’ll be gentle next time. Take my time with you.”

Next time .

You came, the promise of his statement letting you rise and fall while surrounded by Bucky Barnes.

His thrusts grew sloppy, urgent, and Bucky groaned, capturing your lips with his own, as his movements slowed and he spilled himself inside you, coating your walls with his warm seed.

Your bodies remained joined, you gazing up at him, and Bucky, eyes wide, staring down at you. Then, Bucky gathered you up in his arms, lifting and arranging you easily on your bed so that you rested on top of him. Both your bodies were sweat-slicked and shivering from the aftershocks.

“Did you mean it?“ he asked you, holding your chin once again. “Are you mine?”

Apprehension, suppressed while Bucky had his way with you, rose again.

He must have seen it because Bucky softened his grip and ran his thumb on your cheek.  “I’ll go Lisitsa, if you didn’t mean it. I’ll go and never speak of this again.”

You shook your head furiously, unable to bear the thought. “I meant it, Buck.”

“So do I, Love,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead, and held you close until you both fell asleep.

*

You woke some time later, your injured arm burning and crying out for another poultice and a clean cloth. As you attempted to sit up, you realized you were cocooned in a pair of arms, with a blanket draped over you.

“Mmmph,” Bucky grumbled sleepily. “What is it Lisitsa ?”

Your heart clenched. “You’re still here?”

“‘Course I am,” he answered, voice still groggy with sleep. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You never stay the night with them. With…the others.”

He sat up, pulling you with him, and the blankets pooled at your waists. Outside it was still dark, the stars glittering the night sky.

Bucky pulled you into his lap. “There are no others.” Threading his fingers through your hair, Bucky forced you to look at him. “There is only you. I promise.”

In the darkness, you could not see his eyes or his smile. You only had his words and the feel of his touch to guide you.

“My bandage needs changing,” you murmured, trying to slip off his lap to get your feet on the floor.

“What here,” he ordered, setting you on the mattress as he got off the bed. 

“Buck, what are you--”

You heard the lighting of a match, then the soft glow of a candle filled your room. Bucky held it, and the tiny flame bounced off his body, casting shadows over his muscled form. He’d come into this room wearing only a towel, and he was barefoot and naked, making his way to your shelves of concoctions.

“Which bottle, Lisitsa ?”

“The green one, middle shelf.”

Bucky grabbed your healing poultice and a clean, rolled cloth, too, before returning to you. Unwrapping the cloth on your arm, Bucky tsk’d and sighed.

“No going where I can’t protect you. My heart can’t take it,” he said, focused on your injury. After setting the used cloth aside, Bucky scooped some of the poultice out of the jar and touched it to your arm.

You winced, not used to someone else taking care of you.

“Shush, love,” Bucky soothed. “It’ll feel better in a moment.”

Love . There it was again. He’d had what he wanted and still, he was here, tending to you, comforting you, loving you.

“There’s my good girl,” he encouraged, gently patting the poultice on your burns. He finished and put the lid back on the jar. You’d never seen him do such a thing. Not for Wanda, certainly not for Tony, not even for Steve. But he was doing it for you.

As he reached for the clean cloth bandage, you grabbed his elbow with your left hand and said, “I believe you, Buck.”

He gazed at you in the candlelight, it danced across his features the face of the man you’d loved for so long. And now you were finally ready to admit it.

“About time, Lisitsa . Now let me finish this so I can get back into bed with you.”

You let out a long-held breath as Bucky finished wrapping your injured arm. Bucky snuffed out the candle and found you in the darkness, crawling back into bed with and pulling you back into his arms. 

Outside, the sky turned gray with the rising sun. It was morning.

#mdop #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x curvy reader #plus size reader #curvy reader #bucky barnes #mcu #mcu fanfic #playboy bucky barnes

[specialagentlokitty]

911 x reader - mascot

Uummm…….. please wondering if platonic reader x (911) and the squad gets excited the reader brings their dog to the station, being the fire fighter mascot. So cute if the dog wears a fire fighter suit or hat (I was watching puppies videos) 😂 -🌹💜

Looking down at the Dalmatian at your side, you smiled and reached down, patting his head, you removed the lead from his collar.

“Go get em Blaze!”

Blaze barked and ran inside the building and you smiled, following behind.

You could hear the squad cheer and laugh as the dog ran around barking loudly and jumping on everything.

“I told you guys I’d bring him by on my day off.” You smiled.

“We were staring to think you’d forgotten.” Bobby chuckled.

You smiled and stood next to the captain as you watched Buck run around with Blaze chasing him.

You knew they needed this, it had been stressful over the past few months, and today you wanted to help them relax.

They played, ran around, did chores together.

Blaze took turns with who he followed, and while you were helping Bobby cook lunch you heard laughing from behind you.

“What have you lot done?”

You turned around and just stared.

Bobby turned around as well, and you both looked at Blaze in your jacket, wearing a hat as he happily sat down.

“He looks so cute doesn’t he?” Chim grinned.

“He does look pretty cute.” You nodded.

“He’s our little mascot!” Eddie beamed.

Blazed barked happily and you all laughed.

He was.

Blaze was the mascot of the 118, and that was all you needed

#911 x reader #911 fanfic #911 fox #911 fandom #911 fox x reader #911 fox x you #911 fox imagine

[stefanmikaleson1864]

In Your Arms

A/N: I just want to say I changed some things around because I wanted to be respectful with everything going on now a days. Also this mentions a gun and a person with a gun coming into a store. No one get shot and the gun is never fired !  So please use your best judgement. I will be trigger tagging this story I hope it’s not in bad taste and is not that bad :)

Requested by : @jxheib

Eddie diaz x female reader

The reader having served in the army,before working at 118 with Eddie not knowing he was in the army as well an maybe she steps in front of eddie an Christopher so they don’t get shot and she ends up taking the bullet but it’s fine

Y/N’s POV

Your time in the Army was something you didn’t like to talk about. Not that you weren’t proud of it.

 You just had a hard time dealing with the problems that came with it. You struggled a lot with PTSD. 

You served for ten years in the army starting when you were 18. It was something you weren’t sure if you wanted to do but it helped pay for college. 

Originally you weren’t sure how long you wanted to spend in the army. 

Once you got going it was hard to just leave. You worked with a great team and it felt good to be able to give back to your community. 

Ten years had come and gone by and now you were officially retired from the army. 

Coming home was a struggle and an adjustment. Being a civilian again was something that you had ton get used to do again. 

You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with your life. How to just pick up and move on . starting a new chapter was something that was never easy. You had nightmares and PTSD. 

A couple months of being home you made the decision to go to therapy. Going to talk to someone really helped. It made you see things different and get a lot of weight of your chest. 

It also made you realize that you were still young. That you had a whole life ahead of you and you could do anything you wanted to. 

You wanted to go back and be able to help people. Giving back was such a part of who you were. That you weren’t ready to let that part go. 

So you joined the fire academy. You became a fire fighter and a paramedic it was the perfect fit for you. 

When you graduated you joined the 118.  You fit in right away getting along with everyone and joining this family.  You had grown close particularly with Eddie and Buck.  The three if you had grown close. 

There was a different feeling that you were getting for Eddie. They came on pretty strong pretty fast. That man was handsome as hell and he was kind, funny and a good dad to his amazing son Chris. 

The two of you also had a shared connection of being in the military together. He didn’t know about your experience though. It was something you never brought up with anyone in the fire house. 

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of being in the military it was something that you never wanted to talk about. 

It was just to painful to talk about and with this new chapter you thought it was just best to move on. 

Eddie never talked about his experience either. You weren’t sure what happened to him but he was clearly struggling just like you. 

There was this part that wanted to ask him about it and talk about it but you didn’t want to burden him. Maybe he just wanted a fresh start just like you. 

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Today you had plans with Chris and Eddie. The three of you were going out to the Zoo.

 Everytime you all had a day off you were always doing fun things together with the three of them. 

Today Chris picked going to the Zoo and you were not gonna lie you were excited about going.  You meant at his apartment and got there early. 

It was about 11am when you reached his apartment. You knocked on the door and Chris opened it up with a huge smile on his face. 

“Hey Buddy are you ready to go” You asked

“Yeah I’m so excited” Chris said 

“Well where’s your dad at” You asked 

“He’s in the kitchen come on” Chris said 

You laughed and walked into the kitchen and saw Eddie drinking coffee leaning against the counter. Man even him drinking coffee looked hot you had it bad. 

“How come you aren’t ready where ready to roll” You yelled making Chris laugh

“Okay chill out how many cups of these have you had already” Eddie asked 

“About 4 I knew I would need the energy” You said laughing 

“Oh we can tell” Eddie said. 

“Come on do be a party pooper” You said

“I didn’t realize I was being one” Eddie said 

“It’s just your vibes” You said 

“Well I’ll be sure to keep my vibes in check” Eddie said 

“Its’ much appreciated now let’s go”  You said 

Eddie laughed at you and put his cup down in the sink. He went and grabbed his keys and stuff. 

“Let’s go Chris” Eddie yelled 

Chris got up from the couch in the living room and walked over to you guys. 

“I’m here I’m ready” Chris said 

“Come on Buddy” You said 

You all walked out to the apartment and Eddie looked at you

“Let’s take my car together” He said 

“Okay I don’t mind” You said. 

You all made your way into Eddie’s car and headed on down to the Zoo. It was about and hour drive and you and Chris blasted music the whole time singing along. 

Eddie tried to act annoyed but you knew he was having a good time. He was smiling to himself the whole time. 

Before you all knew it you reached your destination. You all got out and headed in , it was pretty bust in there considering it was LA and it was summer. 

“Can we please go see the monkey’s first” Chris asked 

“Sure bud let’s go” Eddie said 

You all walked down to where the exhibition was and you and Eddie were walking side by side with each other. 

You guys were talking about nothing really just making conversation. Sometimes you were still nervous to be around him . 

“Hey um thanks for coming with us it means a lot to the both of us” Eddie said 

“Yeah of course thanks for inviting me I’m having a ton of fun” You said 

You made it to the monkey’s and Chris was in awe of them. 

“Hey guys look” He yelled. 

“Aren’t they so cool look at them” You said walking over behind him and looking at the exhibit. 

“Here let me grab a picture” Eddie said. 

The two of you turned around and smiled for a picture  

“Come on Eddie get in here” You said 

Hey asked some older nice lady to take the picture. He jumped and the three of you took a nice photo together. 

“Thank you” Eddie said grabbing the phone from the nice lady. 

“You guys are a nice looking family” The lady said 

“Thank you” Eddie said with a smile. 

You moved on from the monkey’s and walked around the zoo. It was a nice day out and you all enjoyed ice cream and churros not eating a real meal all day. 

You saw so many animals it was so cool to see. You and Eddie talked and laughed a lot and Chris was off into his own little world. 

The day went by too fast probably because of all the fun you were having. You guys now where wrapping up the day in the gift shop. 

“Come on Buddy Pick something” Eddie said 

“I’m trying” He yelled.

“Hey look this is cute guy now I want him” You said holding up a stuffed money. 

Eddie turned around a laughed at you.  Suddenly someone yelled out 

“He’s got a gun” Someone shouted 

You stopped dead in your tracks. Eddie turned around and looked at you and his face was ghost white. You and him both immediately ran over and grabbed Christopher.  

“I’ll go and grab the door take him and hide” You said 

“No don’t go please” Eddie said 

“I’ll be okay” You yelled. 

You ran over and went to shut the door. 

‘Everyone go to the back and stay low” You yelled at the people still in the store.

They all ran to the back no question. You went over and went to the shut the door when you looked up and saw a guy with a gun.

“Hey man come on don’t hurt these people” You tried to reason.

“Shut up” The man yelled. 

“Look at me okay what ever is going on we can talk about it” you said 

“I know your probably going through a lot right now but this isn’t the way to handle it okay right now you didn’t discharge the weapon or hurt anyone which is good you still got a chance man” You yelled. 

“No i don’t it’s over” He said 

“Look at me no it’s not okay I promise you right now you haven’t done anything really bad you will be okay I’ll stay with you until the police come you won’t be by yourself” You said 

“Your lying” He said 

“I’m not I don’t want anyone getting hurt okay I want us all to walk away you Cleary don’t want to hurt anyone I can see that about you so please just give me the gun and it will be okay” You said 

The guy looked at you and then slowly sat the gun down and kicked it over to you. You grabbed it and secured the weapon.  The guy sat down on the floor and thankfully the police arrived. 

“Hey what’s going on” One of the officers asked. 

“Nothing bad okay he had a gun he didn’t fire he didn’t shoot it he gave it to me” You said. 

“Okay do you have the weapon” the officer asked. 

“Yes I got it right here” You said slowly handing him the weapon. 

The officers took the young guy into custody after that. They charged him with having a unlicensed gun. 

After the cops took away the man, everyone in the back came out. You finally took a breath when you saw them take the guy away. 

Chris and Eddie both ran over to you and squeezed you tight.  You just hugged them back the adrenaline still running strong. 

“I’m okay were okay” You said. 

“Don’t scare me like that ever again” Eddie said

“I won’t I promise” you said. 

You all had to give statements to the police and then you were finally able to head home. 

The three of you all headed back to the car holding hands. No one really said anything to each other.  You all hopped in the car and it was silent this time. You kept wrapping your head around what happened. 

You were just glad no one got hurt and that it was over rather quickly.  After the long car ride home you made it back to Eddie’s apartment. 

“Stay with us tonight please” Eddie said 

“Yeah please stay” Chris said. 

“Okay I will just for you though” You said to Chris. 

You all headed up to his apartment. When you got in Chris changed and got ready for bed. You went inside his room to check on him.

“Are you okay” You asked sitting on the end of the bed 

“It was scary” Chris said 

“I know I was scared to but thankfully were all okay and he’s not going to hurt anyone anymore” You said. 

“Were you scared” Chris asked 

“Of course I was I still kinda am but that’s okay to be scared there is nothing wrong with it as long as you know now your safe” You said 

“Are you sure” Chris asked 

“Of course you got me and your dad here and were not going to let anything bad happen so you get some sleep and tomorrow how about we go get pancakes” You said 

“Okay I like that” Chris said 

“Me to now close your eyes and tomorrow will come by quick” You said 

You got up and kissed the top of his head and turned out all the lights. You left the room shutting the door behind you. Eddie was sitting in the hallway listening in to you guys. 

“Your really good with him” Eddie said

“I try and he’s a good kid so it makes it easy” You said 

Eddie laughed and the two of you walked back to the living room and sat on the couch together.

“You okay I mean your good” Eddie asked 

“Yeah it’s just bringing some stuff up for me” You said 

“Talk to me” Eddie said 

“I was in the army ten years sense I was 18 and it’s just kinda hard” You said 

“I didn’t know you were in the army” Eddie asked shocked 

“I know I don’t like to talk about it. It’s just easier starting this new chapter and trying to move on” You said 

“I know I get I was in the army to I know how hard it can be and I’m here if you ever need anything and you know I never got to thank you for saving me and Chris” Eddie said 

“Of course I would do it again in a heartbeat” You said 

“ I can’t imagine loosing you I don’t know what I would do with out” Eddie said 

“I’m not going anywhere and I know I don’t wanna loose you either you and Chris are everything to me” You said 

“You everything to us to” Eddie said. 

“ I love you” You both blurted out at the same time. 

You bad laughed really loud. 

“I don’t wanna not say anything and regret it and I love you” You said 

“I love you to so much and i know same I don’t wanna have regrets” Eddie said. 

He leaned in and kissed you and you kissed him back. The moment was short and sweet and you could feel the butterflies going off in your stomach. 

After the kiss you both just looked at each other before your stomach started growling. 

“You want a sandwich” Eddie asked

“Yes please” You said laughing 

You both made your way to the kitchen and started making a sandwich. You didn’t realize how hungry you were. 

You both ate in the kitchen not using plates or anything like that. You guys were laughing and talking and also trying to be quiet in order not to wake Chris. 

“So uh you can take my room tonight” Eddie said 

“No I don’t and we can share I don’t mind” You said winking 

“What the hell is that” Eddie asked laughing 

“ I tried my best don’t judge me” You said laughing. 

“We might wanna head to bed now we gotta be up early for those pancakes” Eddie said 

“You mean up at 0800 sharp” You said 

“With Chris absolutely” Eddie said. 

“Well then let’s clean up” You said

“Nah it can wait” Eddie said 

You got up and walked back to Eddie’s room and you both collapsed on the bed. By now the adrenaline was wearing off and you were dead tired. 

“Get some sleep love” Eddie said 

“You to” You said leaning over and kissing him. He kissed you back. 

You then went back on your side and laid your head on the pillow. Eddie rolled over and big spoon cuddled you. 

You fell asleep to his touch feeling safe in his arms. It was a long day and you were glad everyone was okay despite how it could have been.

 You were glad you were right where you was supposed to be with your family. 

#Eddie Diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #Eddie Diaz One Shot #911 imagine #911 fic #911 one shot #911 fanfic #911 on fox #911 fox #christopher diaz #mentions of a gun #potentially triggering #trigger warning

[vivacesole]

Booking

Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader

Summary: You get a surprise visitor while you’re working in the jail.

Requested by Anon: 43 and 34 from Prompt List

34. “What made you think that it was an accident?”

43. “Getting arrested is kind of a win win when you think about it.”

Warnings: Begging for forgiveness?

Word Count: 874

Masterlist | Prompt List | Request

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It was a slow night for you, and you didn’t like slow nights. Nothing interesting to keep you busy. Just typing in information after information, confirming that you had custody of inmates in the jail. You spun around in your rolly chair to grab a snack when you got the buzz that someone was coming in.

“Finally.” you muttered under your breath and stood up to put a pair of gloves on. And then the arresting officer walked through the door, he was holding on to none other than Evan Buckley.

“You have got to be kidding me.” you glared at him and he smiled at you, his face full of guilt.

“Hey (Y/N).”

You ignored him and stood in front of your computer, fresh form on the screen. “Name.” was all you said.

“But-”

“I know I know your information but for legal reasons, you’ve gotta tell me.” you snapped.

“Evan Buckley.” he sighed, frustrated as you continued to ask him questions that you already knew the answer to. You dismissed the arresting officer and obtained his brief report when another corrections officer came over to stand by while you finished the booking process.

You waved Buck over to the mugshot station as you looked over the report and looked up at him in disbelief. He sighed, knowing what was on your mind.

“Stand there.” you pointed and set up the camera. “And don’t talk during this.” you narrowed your eyes at him. “Turn left, stand straight.” Click. “Other way.” Click.

“Look, getting arrested is kind of a win win when you think about it.” he smirked cheekily at you when you finished. “I mean I get to see your beautiful face.” You guided him to the fingerprinting counter.

“You’re joking right? Speeding? Third offence? And right in front of a well known speed trap might I add. What, you just accidentally got the shits in the same spot over the past two weeks? Are you dumb or are you dumb? You’re lucky you’re just being detained for a little while” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand to stick his fingers on the ink pad. You were fairly close to him now.

“What made you think that it was an accident?” he whispered in your ear. You froze and tried to put more distance in between the two of you.

“What are you talking about?” you whispered back as you continued to press his fingers onto the white card.

“You won’t talk to me (Y/N). Won’t answer my calls, or texts.”

“So you decided to get arrested to see me?” you scoffed. “You skipped showing up to my apartment.” you joked sarcastically.

“Actually I didn’t.” I stood outside in the lot for a while but I thought better of it.

“And this was a better idea?”

“Would you have answered the door?” he raised an accusing eyebrow. You shook your head in disbelief.

“What do you want Evan?” you asked coldly.

“A second chance.” you chuckled. “No I’m serious (Y/N) please. I know I messed up and I’ve been dying to make it up to you, I mean look, I got arrested to come talk to you! I think that’s dedication.”

“I think it’s psychotic.”

“Point is, I’m willing to do anything.”

“Buck.” you softened up. “You can’t fake feelings, and I know you still have them for Abby. I won't fight that.”

“No no no, I don’t. Remember? I got over her a long time ago, but she was back in town for a bit and I was just in shock. I didn’t actually mean that I missed her. You have filled every piece of my life that I thought was missing. So it’s complete, because of you.”

“Buck.”

“I know, I know we weren’t official or whatever that means but there were feelings. There were things said. You and I both know that. And I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you. Nobody else matters. Just, let me start over. Let us start over. Proper date.”

“What, you’re gonna ask me to go to dinner in the jail cafeteria?” you chuckled, smirking to the ground.

“When I’m out of here.” he laughed and loosened up, knowing he was getting you back. “I’ll pay all of my fines and take defensive driving or whatever, and I’ll get to take you on a proper date. One that you deserve.”

“You know what? I think I’d be okay with that Buckley. I’ll just make sure that they set your bond really high.” you chuckled and waved the corrections officer over to take him.

“Wait (Y/N)-” Buck narrowed his eyes at you as he was taken away. “I’ll be back!”

“Yeah you will!” you laughed and shook your head at him. “See you in the cafeteria!” you joked.

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Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could write about 43 and 34 from your requests with Bucky from 9-1-1?? Btw I love your writingg

A/N: Two posts in a day? Whaaaat?? Okay I kinda pulled this one out of my ass but i thought the prompts given were so funny and I could totally see Buck doing something like this, but I hope you’ve enjoyed it!!

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 on fox #9-1-1 x reader #abby clark #Athena grant #bobby nash #buck #buck x reader #Evan Buckley x reader #chimney #ems #Evan buckley #fire fighters #first responders #Henrietta wilson #Howie han #law enforcement #police #x reader #Eddie diaz

[foreverindreamlandd]

also!! thinking about Oak taking care of Bucky after something happens at work? maybe a concerning call and Bucky gets mildly hurt? I’m just a sucker for some hurt/comfort tbh but heavy emphasis on the comfort

Ask and you shall receive :,)

Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

WC: 1.4

Warnings: Mentions of injury, burn, death, fire, angsty as allll hell (not my fault this time)

A/N: Takes place six months after epilogue. Also very much unedited so sorry for spelling mistakes!

You knew as soon as you saw the Caller ID read Station that something was wrong.

Neither Bucky nor Steve called you directly from the landline.

They also didn’t call you suddenly at 11pm.

“Hello?” you answered, unable to hide the edge in your voice.

“He’s okay.” It was Steve.

All of the air rushed out of your lungs as you let out the breath you had been holding.

Still, you could hear the strain in his voice, the exhaustion that didn’t come from lack of sleep, and therefore you couldn’t let go of the worry pulsing through your veins. “What’s wrong, Steve?”

You were there in 15 minutes.

Steve was at the door to meet you, his mouth pressed in a thin line as you ran over to hug your brother. He squeezed you a little more tightly than usual before pulling back.

His eyes were bloodshot.

“Come on, he’s upstairs.”

The station was almost entirely empty, save for a couple of fighters who were on call for the night. They were in the garage cleaning up after what had happened.

“It was one of the worst I’ve seen in a long, long time, Y/n,” Steve had said on the phone as you were rushing to your Jeep.

You walked through the eerily quiet kitchen and common room on the second floor, following Steve until he walked into one of the bunk rooms. 

As soon as you peered in, you felt your heart cleave in two.

Bucky was sitting on the edge of one of the bottom bunks, still dressed in his navy uniform that was covered in ash and dirt. His head was hung low, staring lifelessly at his hands, elbows resting on his knees.

His left forearm was wrapped in a dirty rag, and you felt an ache in your chest at the sight of it.

“Buck got burned really bad, but he won’t let anyone look at it. He won’t move, won’t speak. He’s in total shock, Y/n. I’ve never seen him like this. Not even….not even after Winnie.”

Unable to take your eyes off him, you felt Steve rest a hand on your shoulder before stepping away.

Tears welled in your eyes as you slowly made your way to the bunk, softly sitting to Bucky’s right.

His gaze never left his hands, which you now noticed were trembling.

You rested a hand on his back, thumb stroking the stiff muscles. “Buck?” you whispered out.

His jaw tightened, and his eyes closed at the sound of your voice, but all he could do was shake his head in response.

Your eyes went down to the rag. “We don’t have to talk if you don’t want, but can you at least let me check on this?”

Though it seemed impossible, Bucky’s body grew more tense. Then, he spoke. “‘M fine.”

His voice was raw, broken, anything but fine.

Your hand moved to brush a piece of hair out of his ash-covered face, then cradled his cheek.

“Bucky, look at me,” you said, tone still soft but more demanding this time.

Slowly, he turned to meet your gaze, those beautiful blue irises filled with pure agony.

“Please let me take care of this, baby,” you said, giving him a small side-smile. “For my sake?”

His red-rimmed eyes shone as he nodded once, and you removed the rag as painlessly as possible, not that Bucky gave any indication that he felt anything.

You blinked back tears as you inspected the burn that started at his pinky finger and ran all the way up his elbow, wishing that you could rest your hand over it to make it all go away. 

But that wasn’t going to happen. It was bad, and he needed medical attention.

That wasn’t an option right at this moment, so you moved to the kitchen to grab a first-aid kit and ran a clean towel under cold water, silently praying that you could do the best you could now and after that have gotten through to your person.

“This is going to hurt,” you said as you pressed the cold towel to the burn. Again, Bucky showed no reaction other than a slight tightening of his jaw.

It wasn’t until you started wrapping a bandage around his arm that he spoke again. “Steve told you.”

You pressed your lips together and looked up at him, nodding. His eyes were on the ground. “Steve told me,” you whispered.

“So you know it’s my fault.” 

The ache in your chest grew tenfold and you lowered the bandages. 

“It was not your fault-”

“If I had just been faster-” his voice was a little louder this time.

“You got her kids out, Bucky-”

“AND NOW THEY DON’T HAVE THEIR MOM ANYMORE,” he shouted, head whipping over at you with frantic, tear-filled eyes. His breathing had gone ragged, hands shaking. 

A single tear rolled down your cheek and you saw guilt wash over Bucky’s features from yelling at you, and he looked back down to the ground in shame.

Unable to hold back any longer, you got up from the bed and knelt down in front of Bucky, looking up at him. You cradled his face in your hands and tilted it up until his eyes met yours once more.

“Bucky,” you started, fighting to keep your voice from cracking. “You are one man, one, who saved three kids today. You put your own life at risk by going all the way up that building even when it seemed impossible, and you got them out.” His bottom lip began to quiver and you wiped the tears falling down his face with your thumbs. “I know you think it’s your fault but it’s not, baby. Steve told me the gas explosion should have taken everyone out way before you even got there, so the fact that you got so many people out is amazing. You did everything that you could, and now those kids have a chance at life that they almost didn’t get. And you’re-” your voice broke, “You’re here, with me, and you’re okay. There’s nothing I could be more grateful for than that.”

You leaned up and pulled Bucky’s face closer until your lips pressed against his. As soon as you kissed him, any resolve he was holding onto crumbled, and he let out a weak sob against your mouth. You got up to your feet and brought his head to your chest as his right arm wrapped around you, clinging to you as he wept. Your fingers ran through his hair and you kissed the crown of his head, whispering that it was okay, that you were there.

It would take a while for him to realize that, but you would keep reminding him until he finally believed you.

After a few minutes, once Bucky began to calm down, you pulled away and grabbed a nearby box of tissues. You took one out and held it over his nose, the corners of your mouth twitching as you demanded, “Blow.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide, and then he let out a loud bark of laughter while you burst into giggles. He took the tissue from your hand and did as you requested.

The atmosphere felt a little lighter as you finished wrapping up his arm, and instead of looking at the ground, Bucky’s eyes remained on you as you worked.

“Thank you,” he finally mumbled after a while and you smiled. 

“Anything for you, Bucky,” you said, repeating the words you said to each other constantly. “Now can you do something for me?”

He nodded. “Anything.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked at his arm. “Can you let me take you to a hospital to get this properly looked at?”

Bucky let out a soft sigh, then nodded. The two of you stood up, but before you left the room, he grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him, right arm wrapping around you.

“I love you so, so much Oak,” he murmured, and your arms squeezed around him, hugging him tightly.

“I love you too, Bucky," you whispered into his chest. "And I’ll always be here for you. Always.”

In the Embers Masterlist

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #in the embers #ite #plus size reader

[make-me-imagine]

Strength and Pain

Prompts: "I thought I'd never see you again." + "Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain." Requested by:@spuffyfan394

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley x Gen!Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a sniper, spoilers for the episode. *This takes place during the sniper episode (S4E14). Reader in exchange for Taylor; re-write.

Word Count: 1k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000 @imaginesfire 911/Buck Taglist: @bellarkeselection, @shiftingwh0r3, @rqmanoff, @webreathfandoms

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When you arrived just after the 118, you were already anxious. The sniper could be anywhere. Here, at another location, anywhere. You chose to be with the 118 as their back up, because they were family, and had already been made victims by the sniper once.

As you climbed out of your car, people were bustling around. You had heard over your radio, that a man was pinned at the top of a construction crane. It was risky getting to him under any circumstance, but now there was a further degree of danger added on top.

Looking over the group of fire fighters, you recognized all of them, but one seemed to be missing. You frowned as you looked around for your boyfriend, why wasn't he with the others? You met Bobby's eyes and you saw a strange emotion cross his face. He frowned at you and nodded, something disproving in his face before he glanced up.

Following his eyes, you looked up, seeing a firefighter climbing up the crane. You didn't need to ask who it was, you knew, and you felt your chest tighten, and your heart drop. It was Buck, donning a kevlar vest and a helmet, but you still knew that would not be protection enough for a trained sniper.

Your heart seemed to sit still in your chest as you watched the scene above you. Buck had painted a target on his own back. You knew that for whatever reason he was doing it, it was on purpose, and that Bobby had not approved. You loved him, but his recklessness always scared you. You had seen him hurt many times before, but this felt different than all those other times, though you weren't really sure why.

Anger, fear, and worry all rushed through you as your eyes bounced between Evan, and every surrounding building. At any moment you waited for a shot to ring out, to see him fall limply above you, out of reach. Every minute seemed to last forever, and every minute brought a new fearful thought into your mind.

Your heart only seemed to start beating again when Buck was safely on the ground again. You watched him for a few moment, looking him over, telling yourself he was okay.

As Buck looked around his surroundings, his eyes locked with yours. He didn't know you were here, didn't know you were watching him. He saw the fear, relief and anger in written across your face as you stared at him, and he felt guilt rise through him.

The temptation to run to him, throw your arms around him filled you. But the anger was stronger, louder. You did not want to forgive him so easily for his decision, you could have lost him. He was too reckless this time, and it hurt you to think of what could have happened.

He took a step towards you, and you took a step back. Sparing him one last glance, surely full of your anger, you turned and left. He watched you with growing guilt as he thought about how you must have felt, watching him put himself into danger.

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No matter your anger at him, you had wanted to see him, to hold him, speak to him, it had hung over you for the rest of the day. So the first chance you got, you went to his apartment.

When he opened his apartment door, and you locked eyes, your feelings collided, and as your eyes welled up, you saw the guilt take over his features once more.

"Y/n-" He began, but you threw your arms around him.

He let out a breath and hugged you in return, pulling you inside and closing the door. When you pulled away, your anger swelled up, and you smacked him hard in the chest, making him wince.

"What were you thinking?!" You asked, anger lacing your voice, tears threatening to spill.

He hesitated, and placed his hands on either side of your arms. "I'm sorry, I know it was stupid, but I had to do it."

"Had to?" You questioned, clearly in disbelief.

He sighed. "I couldn't watch anyone else get hurt." His voice was soft, broken, and you felt your anger subside as you thought about Eddie, and how it had affected Buck.

"And what if I had to watch you get hurt?" You questioned, and as a tear slid down your cheek, you spoke again, softer. "I know your job is dangerous, you face death every week, but this was different Buck, it felt different...I thought I'd never see you again."

Buck frowned and pulled you into a hug, you pressed your face into his neck. "I'm sorry Y/n." He said softly. "I never want to put you through that. I just...I needed to be strong, for them, for Eddie. And I guess in my own stupid way, that meant putting myself at risk."

"That certainly seems to be your go-to reaction." You spoke with a soft hint of amusement, as you stepped away from him.

He looked down at you and smiled sadly. You brought your hand up and rested it on his cheek.

"Buck. Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain. You don't always have to suffer in silence, or suffer alone. We are all hurting because of what happened, and we are all scared. Yes, you were there with Eddie when it happened. No it is not your fault, nor was it your job to stop it from happening, you couldn't have. Your reasoning for doing what you did came from your heart, but-" You brought your hands up and gently gripped his head "You need to use your brain sometimes too."

Buck smiled softly as he nodded, "I tend to forget it's there sometimes."

You let out a soft chuckle and shook your head. "You're an idiot, but I love you."

Buck smiled a bit brighter before pulling you closer, kissing you. It held a strong emotion behind it, guilt, fear, desperation.

Pulling away, his pressed his head against yours. "I love you too."

xx End xx

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[the-winter-spider]

If I Could Fly

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Small bit of fluff, Buckys a d!ck, angst

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Not edited or proof read. Was listing to One Directions If i could fly while writing a part of this if you couldnt tell.

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The air on the quinjet was thick, you couldn’t slice it with a freshly sharpened katana. Everyone who was on the mission, which was Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha and you. The five of you got shit done, so you were all always paired together, sometimes all 5 of you, sometimes only 3, but this time it was all 5. Missions were always hard but working with them made it easy, bearable. Between the playful flirting on the comms to sassy comebacks and out of time jokes it always leveled out with the bruises and exhaustion that followed after but this time it was different. Nat got hurt and not just a little wound someone like her could brush off like she always did, no like she was bleeding out just moments ago on the table from a gunshot wound to the shoulder and it was your fault.

You were supposed to be watching her back and you slipped up for just a second and you didn’t check if the man you took down was dead let alone take his weapon away, but you counted the bullets you thought he was out, it was a rookie move and he came out of nowhere and lifted his pistol up and shot her and everything after that was a blur. The panic coming from everyone, the shouting, the screaming, the blood. The ringing in your ear was constant, you weren't sure if it was from the gunshot you fired taking him out between the eyes like you should have to begin with or from Bucky screaming at you.

—

Steve was rushing Nat into the quinjet. You could hear her saying your name but your mind wasn't processing it. He placed her on the table, you handed Sam the first aid kit. When did you grab the first aid kit? Natasha grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze before she started to move her lips but instead she was coughing up blood, you felt someone grab you from behind and push your forcefully against the wall.

“What the hell were you thinking y/n” Bucky screamed, shoving your shoulder “I'll tell you! You weren't!”

“Bucky” Steve warned “Now’s not the time.”

Bucky scoffed “Now's not the time? When will be a good time huh! When she kills someone else?”

“No ones getting killed because no one’s dying”

Bucky pointed at Natasha on the table “That looks like someone dying to me”

“This is Nat were talking about she's a fighter” Steve trying to reason with him.

“She is out there, she shouldn’t have to be in here”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, you felt like your airway was closing “I-I”

Bucky’s eyes darted back to you “You what? You're sorry? I'm sorry you're so reckless and only think about yourself, you shouldn’t even be on this team, you’re nothing but a burden.”

You didn't realize how close Bucky was to you, till Steve had to pull him back “Enough Buck!”

Bucky shrugged him off before looking back at you, making sure your eyes met his “I wish it was you”

—

You were at the back of the quinjet waiting for your chance to get off as soon as you landed, you were only a couple hours away but it felt like eternity. Steve had suggested maybe you give Bucky some space so he had you guys seated as far away as possible from one another. You couldn’t quite understand why he was so mad. I mean you could, you fucked up royalty but the way he was yelling at you was different, the tone he used. Your mind was going elsewhere.

You knew Nat and him were friends, you were all friends but were they more than friends? You were stupid think you were the only oke he flirted with, the only one he held, the only one he got stolen kisses from, you were stupid to think he would settle for you when someone as beautiful as Nat was around, you were stupid to think he actually loved you, and after the way he yelled at you, you got your anwser.

—-

“Isn't it crazy that these were the same stars that were there back when you were a young man?

Bucky laughed “You always find a way to bring my age up, don't you?”

You rolled over to your stomach, using your arms to prop your head up. Your eyes found Bucky’s “Well it's not everyday i have a fossil laying out under the stars with me”

“That's how it's gonna be?”

“That's how it is Barnes”

“C’mere” He patted beside him, you moved so you were now laying on your side, him doing the same, facing one another. His right arm tracing small circles on your exposed side. And that's how the two of you stayed, looking into each other's eyes till he broke the silence.

“How does it feel, doll?” He mumbled

“How does what feel?”

He took a deep breath “i-i had all these walls up, i let my guard down, how does it feel that this side of me is for your eyes only?”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, you tried again. He’s never been this raw with you. He gave you a smile moving his arm to your cheek “i hope you don't run from me”

—

You were hot and clammy, but cold at the same time. You felt weak and dizzy. You stood up and almost fell over but someone caught you “Woah kid, You okay?” Sam whispered

You nodded “m-my legs fell a-asleep” He gave you a worried look but nonetheless let you go once you steadied. You stayed close to the walls of the jet and made your way to the bathroom stationed at the back of the jet, thankfully.

You felt a pain in your stomach, it was excruciating. You lifted up your shirt and saw a stab wound. When did you get stabbed?

Ironic.

You thought, you grabbed one of the hand towels, placed it under your shirt, splashed some water on your face, your hands were shaky but you put your shirt back down. You didn't want to be a burden, you’d just deal with it when you got back to your room.

You sucked in a shaky breath, you heard scattered voices, sliding the door open, you peaked to make sure everyone was gone off the jet before stumbling your way down the platform, peering around corners stay close to the walls, before finally making it your room, you punched in your room code, lightly shutting the door behind you.

You were dizzy, the room was blurry and spinning, you stumbled against your dresser knocking a couple of things off the shelf “shit” you mumbled, you peeled your clothes off. You tried your best to disinfect and wrap the wound the best you could, you’d stitch it up yourself in the morning right now you wanted to sleep, your eyes were already heavy, you fell onto your bed and let all the adrenaline leave your body.

—

next day

Tony rounded the corner before entering the kitchen finding exactly the group he was looking for.

“Morning Stark”

“Cap, question for you” Tony leaned at the end of the table staring at the group in front of him “You three plus y/n and Natasha were all on that mission yesterday”

“Yes”

Crossing his arms “So wanna tell me why i only have three mission reports? Romanoff of course is waved off but you’re in charge of your teams and where's y/n’s?”

Sam furrowed his brows looking at Steve “She didn't hand her in?”

“Obviously not that’s why I am here, where is she?”

Steve put his cup down “I haven't seen her since we got back” Steve glanced at Bucky

“Tin man you two are attached to the hip where is she?”

Bucky grunted in response, Sam interjected “She’s probably sleeping, she looked exhausted after everything”

Tony rolled his eyes “Cant keep track of your team huh? Friday where y/n?”

“She's in her room sir”

“Tell her to come here please” Tony sat down taking a bite out of Sam’s toast “This is good”

“Sir, she’s not responding”

“She’s really going to make me go get her” Tony stood up pushing the chair back.

“I'll come, she's part of my team” Steve stood following Tony to your room.

—

“Y/n its almost 10am you need to get up i need my mission report” Tony banged on your door “Come on kid i know you're in there”

“I don't hear anything on the other side” Steve said frantically, Tony nodded “Friday overrule the lock”

“Yes Sir”

There was a whirring noise followed by the keypad illuminating a green colour indicating the door was unlocked, Tony grabbed the handle opening it a tiny bit “Were coming in y/n, fair warning” When nothing was heard he pushed the door all the way open.

“Holy shit” Tony panicked “We need a medic!”

Steve pushed his way past Tony frantically and the sight before him sucked all the air out of his lungs, you were laying on top of your bed, pale, no colour in your lips, with a crimson colour surrounding your white duvet.

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[imaginesokay]

Evan Buckley - Late Nights

Buck x Reader

It was the dead of night when Buck entered his apartment. The soft hum of the television could be found in the living room. He silently takes off his shoes and puts them into the closet to the left of him.

“Babe?” He calls softly as he enters the apartment further. He passes the wall to see, what he imagines is a person, underneath a heap of blankets. He silently laughed and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a glass from the pantry and filled it with water.

“Hey Bub.” The sudden sound caused him to almost drop the glass. He turned his head to see the girl wrapped in a blanket.

“Was I being too loud?” He asked full of worry. He gently placed the glass in the sink.

“I didn’t hear you.” She wrapped her arms around him. “How was work today, fire fighter?”

“Exhausting.” He sighed kissing the top of her head. “There was this massive fire near the-” He felt her yawn and stopped talking. “Let’s go to bed.”

“You were telling a-” She was cut off by her own yawn. Instead of speaking again, he lifted her and carried her up to his bedroom.

“It’s after 3 in the morning. We can talk about the fires later.” He said in a soft voice. He set her down on the bed. Evan walked to the attached bathroom and brushed his teeth. When he returned to the room his girlfriend was under the blankets looking over to where he was standing.

“I love you Evan Buckley.” She admitted flopping onto her back.

“I love you too baby.” He was around the room, pulling off his shirt and throwing it somewhere in the darkness of the room. His pants shortly followed suit as he laid on the bed. Out of habit, she rolled over and snuggled into the boy. He pulled the blankets around her, trying to keep her warm.

“If you didn’t keep it like the north pole in here-”

“If you didn’t insist on wearing shorts-”

“Good night Ev.”

“Good night bug.”

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky is kidnapped by Hydra to reactivate the Winter Soldier.

word count: 2.924 words. it worth it, i promise!!!

warnings/tags: none. angst as hell mostly. but it has a happy ending.

author notes: i don't speak russian, but i haven't used google translate either, so no worries. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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No. It couldn't be possible. It had to be part of a terrible nightmare. Bucky couldn't have been kidnapped by Hydra again.

You didn't know what to expect in the ship flying to the secret location of the organization. For Stark, it didn't take more than a couple of minutes to track the arm down, since Shuri put a small monitor on it when the soldier stayed in Wakanda. She never told it, wanting to use it in some kind of circumstance like the one you all were going through now. And you couldn't be more grateful, but it didn't help to make you feel better.

You were sitting close to the back hatch. Back rested against the metallic wall and legs curled to your chest. Nothing inside your head more than the hallucination of a pair of blue eyes staring at you. Blaming yourself was something you couldn't avoid. You should have been with him, by his side, protecting him as many times you promised him. But in fact, you just failed him. You failed his trust, his love. You let them take him. Only God knew which torture Hydra was putting him under, while you were there, lamenting.

You didn't even notice Steve's presence squatting next to you until he placed a hand on your shoulder. Then, you raised your face towards him. He was suffering too. In the end, Bucky was his long-life friend, his big brother. He lost him once and felt like he was going to lose him twice. Although this time was different. You were carrying the dispositive that could put to sleep back the winter soldier, but, at what cost?

“Buck got you now. Everything is gonn—”. He spoke in plural, referring to your last night's talk.

“How could you be so calm, Steve? How do you do it?” You whispered through your trembling lips, about to break in crying.

“Because he needs us focused, not distracted”.

He was wise. Captain America was wiser than anyone in that ship. He curled the left corner of his lips up, trying to make you feel good, trying to transmit you the encouragement you needed to not give up. And he did, more or less. You had to fight harder than ever. For Bucky, and only for Bucky. That's why you didn't hesitate on jumping out from the ship when it landed on the cold hard ground, as the freezing weather hit you on the face.

Following the plan, you ran quietly to the back door hidden under a huge layer of snow. Shaking part of it with the palm of your hand, you placed the device with technology from Wakanda on the locker. Not later than fifteen seconds, it deciphered the code to open the hatch. Once in position, the Avengers followed you downstairs. The passage was empty and silent. The only sound that broke it was a couple of rats running away from your presence. You all had studied the plans of the building, mostly underground, remembering exactly where you had to go.

The coast was clear, that was the reason why you all were so confused. You were expecting to find more than a dozen of agents, but when T'Challa enunciated through your earwigs that he only located two heat spots, you couldn't believe it. How only one man kidnapped the most fearless assassin up to now? Tortuous and bitter screams dragged you back to reality, causing your brain to react to make your legs run faster than ever in your whole damn life. You knew by heart that voice beneath all the pain.

Your skin bristled when your gaze landed on that chair of horrors, connected to an enormous power source. Bucky was sitting there against his want.

“... добросердечный… возвращение на родину… один…”

“STOP IT”. Steve yelled.

Huge mistake. You were aware of it when —yes— that man stopped reciting the Russian words to re-activate the Winter Soldier, but only enough time to push a red button near to him and close the heavy door in front of you. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. At the moment you glimpsed Steve’s shield sliding above the floor, straight to the inside of the room where Bucky was being tortured, you followed the same way. Never in your life, you were this fast. Like a lightning bolt, you snaked yourself under the small distance between the door and the ground before being closed. Now, it was you, that man and the soldier.

“You’re late…” He mocked with an awful American accent, under James crying out loud in pain. “грузовой ваг—”.

Your left hand moved quickly to unholster your gun and shoot him. One… Two… Three… Four bullets right to his head. The man fell dead before he couldn’t complete the command. You didn’t lose time, running to the controls to try to turn that machine off. But it was impossible. Even if you knew Tony could do it, there wasn’t signal inside those large and wide walls made of steel reinforced. You were in one of those abandoned soviet bunkers, that could save you from Armageddon. You were inhaling and exhaling so fast that your lungs never got really full, trying to focus, trying to shut every single noise around up. Trying to think of a plan b. But it was your heart who pushed you to act and not your brain. Grabbing Steve’s shield, you aimed for the energy source before tossing it like a damn frisbee.

That thing blew up, turning off any kind of light and dispositive around, as the sparks and the cables decorated your surroundings. Just like the fire that started to burn down a pile of boxes with different documents of Hydra. But that wasn't why you were impatient. Catching the shield when it came back to you, your legs moved immediately to Bucky, still stirring on his seat for a few seconds else. Then, he simply stopped shaking. Her eyes were wide opened. Reddened, in tears. His chest rose and fell violently. His heart was racing. And you could see the trauma taking control over his body in holy silence.

You didn't doubt removing the protection from his mouth along the restraints keeping him on the chair. Your fingers trembled like never before, not having any more time to lose. Probably, the Avengers would be trying to open the door when the emergency red lights illuminated the bunker, producing a loud alarm sound to indicate that something was going wrong inside the facilities.

“C'mon, Buck… C'mon, we have to leave”. You told him, trying to help him to stand up.

But as soon as your hand was about to land on his arm of vibranium, the five cold digits got closed around your throat. Soon, the lack of air for you was more than evident. He got up on his own, not needing you to do it. The ocean blue in his eyes turned into a dark storm. There wasn't any gesture on his face, more than his jaw clenching, pressing his teeth together. That wasn't Bucky —your Bucky—, but the unstable trained assassin Hydra turned him in. You could barely gulp saliva, gripping his metallic wrist with both of your hands to try to stop him from murdering you.

He couldn't. He couldn't kill you. His strength was suffocating you with no mercy, though.

For a moment, you felt too weak to fight, seeing everything around you getting blurred and darker. Blacking out. But there was something inside you, a sweet tone of voice calling your name. A male voice. Your eyelids rolled down bit by bit, wanting to concentrate on that honeyed sound being closer and closer.

“любить”.

The sore whisper left your lips. Love. The first time Bucky told you about love came to your mind. He told you about his family. George, Winnifred, Rebecca. He told you how much he desired to have a family of his own. To be loved.

“новый”.

Your almost dead fingers traced the form of his new arm made in Wakanda when you felt him lifting you from the floor, being suspended on air.

“сороковых годов”.

Trying to keep a firm tone of voice as much as the pressure let you, the Russian words were spat to the confused soldier, who wasn't understanding what you were doing. The forties changed his life. He was sent to war and, lately, captured by HYDRA. It was something he'd never forget, part of his DNA.

“заката”.

You didn't know what the hell your subconscious was doing either till that precise instant. You were reprogramming him. You were using his own memories to reset his wiped brain from them. Dusk. The first night he spent in Wakanda, Bucky was terrified. But you stayed with him. You comforted him by saying that everything was going to be okay, that his life would be different. That he was safe. That he was at home.

“лето”.

His last night of summer in that kingdom, Bucky took you to his favorite place between the woods, wanting to show you the fireflies fluttering in the middle of the gloom. He used to walk there whenever he woke up from a nightmare. Those small insects used to make him feel better for some reason he didn't comprehend. Until he saw their light reflecting on your amazed orbs. Bucky knew then he was in love with you. Besides his long-life friend, the only person who never judged him, who never ran away from him. The same person that now was dying under his fingers.

“шесть”

Six years took him to be Bucky, after his last war, after the last effort, after the last jump. He was a new man. You made him a new man. A good one. You guided him through the right way. You helped him to get used to the twenty-one century. You accompanied him to therapy and stayed in the waiting room every single session until he finished.

“заткнуться”.

The soldier ordered you to shut up, earning quite the opposite when you knew it was sorting some kind of effect on him, as soon as you felt some relief by the grip loosening around your throat and your tiptoes touching the ground. Little by little, you opened your eyes again, gluing them on the blue ones fixed on you.

“боец”.

He wasn't a super soldier, he was a fighter. He spent the last six years of his life fighting for it, fighting for ruling his existence, fighting for being pardoned for crimes he didn't want to commit, fighting for your love. Bucky furrowed swallowing, allowing you to place your feet on the floor.

“Бруклин”.

And when he demonstrated to the world that he was no longer the Winter Soldier, but James Bucky Barnes, he moved to his birthplace. Brooklyn. You and he rented an apartment together when you both learned that you couldn't live apart. That you were made for each other.

“Отец…”

A tear ran down your cheek, slowly moving your left hand to his free one. A shiver toured his backbone when he felt your warm touch holding his hand and, even if his cold fingers were still around your throat, the soldier bowed his head to follow the connection between the two of you. His flesh hand landed on your stomach, pressing it under yours, trying to transmit to him the news about your pregnancy status. Bucky was going to be a father. You were going to build a family as he always wished.

“Свобода”.

As the sob escaped your soul, his hand made of vibranium released your neck. Freedom was what he got after all those years.

Bucky was free.

His hold was the only thing that kept you on your feet, pining to the cold hard ground, as well as you trying to fill your lungs with the heavy air around you because of the dense smoke coming from the flames burning down that damn place. You watched Bucky picking the shield close to you, probably believing it could be easier to kill you with it than with his own hands. Your arms automatically wrapped your abdomen, as if you could protect your unborn child from that horror, crying James' name to remember you.

“James… James…”

You weren't able to stop whining, feeling a heavy sorrow under your chest, covering your vitals organs. The noisy sound from the bunker was suddenly turned into a constant beep, beep, beep that caused you to frown yet keeping your eyes closed. You called him once and again until a warm hand laced his fingers with you. Peace invaded you eventually, after a fond squeeze around your skin followed by a pair of rough lips pressed on your forehead. You let yourself go, not finding any strength inside your heart to continue awake.

The next time you opened your eyes, you needed a moment to adjust your gaze to the sunlight. Purring feeling more comfortable than before, you rolled on your stomach, sinking your nose into the large pillow. Bucky's scent was like a punch of reality. Your eyes snapped open as your pulse increased, starting to panic. Sitting up, your orbs moved quickly all around the room you recognized instantly. It was your dorm in the Compound, the one you used to share with your boyfriend —and the father of your child. It was empty. No trace of James anywhere. You tossed away the oxygen mask and the sheets covering your stiff anatomy, getting up from the bed. Another huge mistake.

Everything spun around you, feeling strong dizziness hitting your head, having to sit down for a second. But as soon as you felt recovered, you stood up again walking straight to the main door to step out. The hallway was deserted, hearing some voices coming from the meeting room. You followed them slowly, finding balance with your palm against the walls. Sam was the first one noticing your presence, coming faster to help you.

“James… James…” You mumbled, not really sure about when you started to sob again, whilst your muscles got tense with every syllable.

“He's okay, he's okay, take it easy, girl”. He tried to calm you as Steve reached you to bring you to the closest chair.

“We don't know what you did… but even if that man introduced the commands again… you turned it off”. Natasha spoke this time.

“I re— I repro— reprogramed him”.

The confusion was more than evident between the Avengers present in the room. But no one of them had the need to ask how. The spy taught you Russian in your free time, you weren't a fluent speaker, but it was enough to have a chat. Even so, you weren't going to say the words you used. You weren't going to make Bucky go through another wipe. If they worked, you'd make sure that he'd hear them when the occasion required it.

“I wan— wanna see him… please”. You cried covering your face with both hands, desolated after the hell of the situation you had to live.

“He's resting”. Steve informed you, squatting close and placing a hand on your right thigh to gently caress it. “And you should do the same. For your baby”.

“There's no way you're gonna stop me from seeing him”. You replied, raising your head and looking at him through your eyelids. Silently pleading.

He snorted, convinced that you wouldn't change your mind. Nodding two times with his head, he stood up and offered you a hand to hold it and help you to walk. Steve guided you through upstairs, following your pace step by step —he could have carried you onto his arms, but he wasn't sure if he could hurt you accidentally. You were too weak, barely breathing properly because of all the smoke you swollen inside the bunker. Although you started to feel somewhat erratic and excited as you were coming to Bucky's old dorm.

Steve opened the door for you, letting you walk inside before closing it behind your back. Your boyfriend was peacefully sleeping under the sheets. There were some scars on his face, already healed but yet seeming painful. The only explanation you found to be there was that Bucky used the shield to open the door and take you out of the bunker. A theory that made more sense when you noticed that he hadn't his prosthesis and his shoulder was covered by a thin black microfiber.

You headed to the bed, tucking in to wrap his warm and heavy body between your arms. At the moment he felt you, he embraced you as better as he could, not opening his eyes but shedding a tear. His lips started to tremble as you pecked them, previous to hiding his face into your neck.

“I'm so sorry…” Bucky sobbed, causing your whole anatomy to shudder because of the sorrow in his voice.

“We're gonna be okay, my love… You, me, our baby… Our family”.

His crying increased after those two words, caressing his back slowly to comfort him somehow. You knew that this recovery would be hard and painful, being conscious of how close he had been to end with your life. He didn't want to do it, nobody could deny it. You were everything he had, everything he always wished for deep inside his soul and heart. And the acknowledgment of having a baby with you only provoked him to feel guiltier.

But as you said so, everything was going to be okay.

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[ninchen1909]

A drunken rage and a sober confession III

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1750

Warnings: short talk about insomnia, mention of an unplanned pregnancy, mother leaves child

Summary: Bucky and you finally talking about your feelings for each other

 Much to your surprise, you managed to fall into a kind of half-sleep, it is restless and the dreams in it are confusing, but it is better than not being able to sleep at all.

You hear a loud, shrill noise, followed by a knock that gets louder and louder. At first you think it's a background noise of your dream, until you realize that someone is at your door and wants to be let in. You're still completely lost and toy with the idea of pulling the pillow over your head and ignoring the unwanted guest on your doorstep. Who wants anything from you so early anyway? Especially on a Saturday.

Then it occurs to you: "Bucky!"

You run to the door as fast as you can, on your way there you stumble over your clothes from yesterday, but you can just catch yourself and a little later you are in front of the door.

You open it with a jerk and there he is, the reason for your nocturnal phone calls and your insomnia.

There stands the man you've loved for years, who seems to return those feelings. His eyes sparkle lovingly at you, a smile caresses his lips. In one hand he holds a cardboard holder with two coffee to go paper cups, while in the other hand he holds a bakery bag.

"Good morning angel, I brought breakfast." He holds the bag and the coffe holder up before he walks past you into the apartment, where he puts everything on your living room table "I didn't know if you wanted to eat something, but I brought you your favorite rolls anyway, and you always have coffee , so I brought you one too." Also this time you don't answer and just stare at him, you notice that he is getting nervous, you would like to take this tension away from him, but your mouth refuses to speak.

"If you're not comfortable and you'd rather go back to sleep, I can leave and come back later, your message only sounded very serious and I've spent the last two hours just wondering what's going on, and..."

"I heard you yesterday." You can’t hold back any longer, all your resolutions to keep the conversation calm and comfortable are forgotten from the moment he walked in the door. His words from yesterday echo through your head. Your heart is begging for confirmation of those words, but your brain is telling you to take it easy and get rid of any doubts first. But when have you had any doubts about Bucky?

Bucky's mouth opens and then closes again, it looks like a fish is gasping for water. You can see panic and also a slight desperation in his eyes.

All your resolutions to keep the conversation calm and comfortable are forgotten from the moment he walked in the door. His words from yesterday echo through your head. Your heart is begging for confirmation of those words, but your brain is telling you to take it easy and get rid of any doubts first. But when have you had any doubts about Bucky?

You wonder what his next move will be "W...what exactly do you mean?" ah, so his new move is to play dumb.

"I heard what you said to me yesterday after you put me to bed, I heard everything Jamie, every single word.” You took a step towards him.

"But you were asleep, please angel tell me you were asleep." He looks at you pleadingly, but you just shake your head.

"No James, I wasn't asleep." When he sees that you mean it, he starts to pull at his hair and paces nervously in front of you before stopping abruptly and turning back to you, looking at you with pleading eyes, briefly you think you do too to see tears in his eyes,

"Please angel just forget it, please let's just forget about this and just move on as to how we have been. I can't lose you please, I just can't. You and Charlie are the most important people to me please don't leave me."

You just shake your head and Bucky lets his head fall so his eyes are facing the floor.

"I can't forget it James, and honestly I don't want to forget it either." You approach him and take his large, rough hands in your much smaller one, your thumbs lightly brushing the backs of his hands.

"Please look at me Jamie" you wait until he lifts his head and looks into your eyes then you whisper "I love you too." It takes Bucky a little while to process your words, but as soon as he understands, his whole face lights up, he puts his hands on your cheeks and gently lowers his forehead against yours "Say it again, please, I have to hear it again" you smile "I love you James Buchanan Barnes" no sooner have you said those words than he joins your lips in your first, but certainly not your last, kiss. The kiss is full of tenderness and love, and there is also a silent promise of "I'll never let you go again" in it.

Out of breath you break apart "I love you too angel, more than you'll ever know." He kisses the tip of your nose.

A little later you're sitting together on the sofa, Bucky's arms hug you tenderly, your head rests on his strong chest, and the smell of his after-shave fills your nostrils when you suddenly remember what you wanted to ask Bucky the whole time "Jamie?" you look up at him slightly "Yes, angel?" “When you thought I was asleep you also said that Steve said to tell me about Lisa." Bucky closes his eyes briefly and lets out a deep sigh. "So you really do remember everything. I'll tell you if you really want to know. But please let me speak. So should I tell you?" You just nod in response before he starts to speak: "You know I haven't fallen in love with you just recently, my love for you goes back much further, in any case I was in love with you even before my relationship with Lisa, and every time we saw each other I said to myself: Today is the day I will tell my angel that I love her. But as you know, I never did. And then one day, we arranged to meet at our local bar, you brought this guy over  I think his name was Thomas, and you introduced him to me as your boyfriend. That night I cried over a woman for the first time in my life, I cried for our love and mourned a future we will never have, at least that's what I thought at that moment.

But my sadness quickly turned into anger. I was mad at you and Thomas because he had what I wanted to have with you, but I was most mad at myself, I had so many chances to confess my love to you but I never did. And I was like, "Hey, if it hurts me so much to see you with someone else, maybe it hurts you too to see me with someone else too" and that's when I remembered Lisa, she worked in the office across from the fire station, we had often met by chance and she always flirted with me or wanted to go out with me, I always refused. Except for the day after I first saw you with him, when she asked me again, I said yes. And before I knew it we started dating regularly and she was telling everyone we were a couple, I was playing along. But before long she started complaining that I was spending too much time with you and that she should be the top priority in my life and not you. I guess she acted out of necessity then when she went off the pill without telling me, and the next thing I consciously remember are the five positive pregnancy tests on my bathroom sink. I was happy, really, I always wanted to be a father, but I always imagined it differently. I always imagined that we would become a couple and then say yes in a small, intimate ceremony and then build a family together. I really tried to be a good boyfriend, I also really tried to love her. But I never loved her, I only ever loved you. And when Charlie was born and she realized that my feelings for her hadn't changed, she explained to me that she wanted to break up, and that she didn't want anything to do with Charlie. Charlotte was just her try to bind me to her, since she knew that I always wanted a family. Then she packed her things and left. I didn't even try to stop her. It was only important to me that Charlie is doing well and that he is not missing anything. And every time I see you with Charlie, I wish you were her mum. . I know this is a lot to digest and I was a total ass about it too, but believe me I never had any intention of really hurting anyone."

You lift your head from his chest to look at him, you can see genuine regret in his eyes and his face is also twisted into a grimace as if the thought of actually hurting someone hurts him physically.

"You're right Jamie you were a total jerk but it also wasn't right for her to just go off the pill and then just leave her kid behind. I think you both made mistakes in that situation."

James looks surprised "so you're not disgusted with me?" you shake your head "No I'm not, everyone has done something they're not proud of, the most important thing is that we make up for our mistakes and don't repeat them." He kisses your forehead and whispers "I love you so damn much" And I love you" he looks down at his watch "I've got about an hour left before I have to pick Charlie up from Steve, what do you want "Cuddle?" you look at him questioningly, "Cuddle!" replies Bucky, grinning at you as he opens his arms and you snuggle back into his chest, the chest you'll be snuggling into for many years to come.

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[libraryofloveletters]

A June Wedding

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of 

Category: Fluff 

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: idk what this is, I opened the doc and just started typing, so yeah // the flashbacks are set two years ago, when y/n meets Buck. The end is back to the present

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From B: I was thinking about you.

From B: I miss you. 

The phone sat in your hand, you stared down at the message on the screen. It had been months, maybe longer since you met him-  2 years to be precise. 

The two of you had a weird friendship to say the least. One of those “will they, won’t they?” kind of things. Everyone seemed to notice how the two of you were in love except the two of you. 

Your story starts in a hole in the wall coffee shop two years ago, when Buck comes in after his first shift at the station. 

*Two Years Before* 

Tired and hungry was a typical look you saw among the folks who came to your shop. It was downtown LA and there were a lot of businesses around including station 118. 

Among your typical morning crowd, there were people in suits and ties, the few hippies/skater crowd and your favourite, the fire-fighters. 

They were your favourite not because they always had larger orders but they usually left big tips and were super sweet. 

It was around 9 in the evening when the bell on the door chimed as it was pushed open. You were closing up for the day but the ‘come in, we’re open’ sign still hung on the window that was ideally supposed to be taken down an hour ago. 

Pulling a tray of cookies from the oven, you were startled by the door considering that you thought you locked the door. Peering from the doorway of the kitchen, there was a man by the counter, staring up at the menu board. 

“Hi,” you smile, hesitantly stepping towards the counter from the kitchen. He glances down at you and smiles, mumbling a hello. 

“Uh, we’re actually closed right now.” you inform him. 

His brows furrow, glancing over his shoulder at the window. “But the sign-” “I forget to take it down.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry, I’ll- okay, I'm gonna go.” he looked.. disappointed. He pulls a phone out his pocket and sighs. You take that moment to study him. A grey sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, there’s a hat sitting backwards on his head and a duffle bag tossed over his shoulder. As he turns to leave, you notice the 4 letters written on his hat in bright red - LAFD. 

“Hey!” you call out, “You’re a firefighter ?” 

The blonde smiles and nods, “yeah, I started today actually. The guys at the station were talking about the coffee shop down the street. I didn’t get a chance to come during the day so I thought I'd come now- but I can come back another time, you’re closed”

Waving off his statement, you pick up a cup from the counter. “Nonsense, I'd never turn away one of the city’s finest.” you smile, he chuckles. “The city’s finest is more of a cop thing.” he tells you. 

“Is that so ?” asking, you begin looking through the fridge to see if there was any milk, he hums. 

“I think you’re pretty fine yourself” you mumble, standing straight when you realize what you’ve said. Your back was to him, a blush burning up your face. 

What you didn’t know was that Buck was blushing too, a pretty person like you calling him fine was surely going to make him blush and that it did. 

Clearing your throat, you turn to face him again. He was looking anywhere but at you for the moment. 

“What can I get you ?” 

“What do you have right now ?” 

“Just about everything, except for baked goods. I usually put those in the oven in the morning but I do have a tray of cookies if you’re interested.” 

“That sounds good,” he smiles at you. “I’ll take a cookie and uh-” glancing up at the menu, “whatever is your favourite drink” 

Humming, you turn and head to the kitchen to get two cookies for him and then begin mixing some coffee and creamer in a cup, along with ice and some caramel sauce. You ended up making two, one for him and one for you. 

The man was sitting at one of the stools by the window. He was watching the cars drive past. “Here,” you slide the plate over to him and set the cup beside it. 

He smiles, “thank you. How much do I owe you ?” he asks, reaching for what you assumed was his wallet. “Oh, don't worry about it. The register is locked and it’s your first time here, I wouldn’t have charged you anyways” 

“You don’t charge first time customers ?” 

“Only the firefighters, y’all hold a special place in my heart” you laugh, he smiles once more. 

“Are you in a hurry to leave? I can take it with me if you are.” 

“No, you're alright. The cookies are warm, I just took them out when you got here.” you sit beside him, taking a sip of your drink. He also takes a sip of his, you watch as his face twists and he smacks his tongue to try and figure out what it is. 

“I call it the y/n special” filling him in, his brows furrow. “It’s basically just caramel ice coffee” a small laugh passes your lips as you take another sip.

“I’m y/n by the way.” “I’m Buck” he smiles.

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From that day, Buck was a regular in your shop. You made him a regular coffee before his shifts, 2 cream and 3 sugars - you've come to realize he had a bit of a sweet tooth.  After work, he’d stop by for an iced coffee and a cookie. You’d always keep some in the back for him. 

This became a routine, you asked him for his number so he could let you know when he was on his way to work that way you’d have his coffee ready if he was running late. 

Most mornings you’d just get an ‘coming’ or a little fire truck emoji letting you know he’s on his way to work. 

Over the next year and a half, the two of you became close. All the guys that came in from the station always teased you about your “boyfriend Buck” although he wasn’t your boyfriend. 

The two of you were close, you hung out all the time - when Buck had days off, he’d still stop by the shop for coffee or just to see you even though he lived in the opposite direction. He would also pick you up after work when you could walk home because you lived down the street. 

You often stopped by the station when you knew they were on a 24 hour shift. Buck would text you hourly with whatever he was thinking about, especially during the nights when most of his team was asleep and he couldn’t. During those 24 hour shifts, the last few hours kicked their asses, everyone was tired and too lazy to move to do anything about it- those were the days that you headed into the shop early to get some stuff together to take over for them. 

Over time, the affection between the two of you became clear to everyone but the two of you. 

You only really noticed you liked him after his unfortunate run in with the fire truck and his promotion which you decide to celebrate with him. 

There you were, a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bag of Thai takeout in the other - the perfect thing to celebrate his new- temporary as he kept reminding you- position. 

He had invited you over to watch a movie but life was short as was recently reiterated after Buck’s “getting stuck under municipal equipment” phase as the two of you joke. 

“Hey!” he smiles at you when he opens the door, immediately noticing the bottle of champagne in your hand. 

“The nice stuff,” he hummed, stepping aside so you could come in. You set the bag on the counter with the bottle before venturing further into the kitchen to find glasses. 

“What are we celebrating ?” he watches as you tumble through the cupboards. 

“Y/n?” “What ?” 

“What are we celebrating ?” he asks once more. 

“Do you not own any champagne glasses ? All I can find are solo cups and those ugly ass mugs you have.” sighing, you grab the solo cups knowing his answer already. 

“Y/n/n, I'm a 20-something year old guy living by himself-” “What makes you think I have such things?” finishing off the sentence for him which makes him laugh. 

Setting the cups down on the counter, you push the bottle over to him. “Would you be so kind as to do the honours?” you hop onto the counter. Buck peels the casing from around the top and then shakes the bottle. 

Your brows furrow, “that’s going to make a mess-” before you finish your sentence, the bottle pops. 

The cork ends up somewhere in the apartment whilst the very expensive champagne is sprayed everywhere. Buck just so innocently titled the bottle your way, soaking you in the liquid. 

Laughing, you pull the bottle away from him. He's standing in front of you when you grab his chin, pulling him towards you. Your left hand is cradling his jaw and leaning his head back to pour some of the champagne in his mouth. You over poured and split it on his shirt. 

The two of you were a laughing, sticky mess and the bottle was already half way empty. He held the cups out for you, letting you pour some into each cup before handing you one. 

“Okay, now will you tell me what prompted the champagne showers ?” he smiles, leaning against the counter next to you. 

“Well, life is short. You’re a fire Marshall now so, I’m here to celebrate.” 

Buck smiles at you, he wasn’t the biggest fan of his new job to be honest. Sure he liked it, but he’d do anything to be back out in the field. 

Your arm stretched out, “So to you Mr. Evan Buckley, wait should I say Fire Marshall Buckley ? Anyways congratulations my love, you deserve the job but if the power goes to your head, I'm putting you in your place.” laughing, you bump your cup to his. 

“To a speedy recovery and hoping for your return to the field soon because you’re driving everyone mad. Cheers!” 

Both taking a sip before Buck hops up onto the counter beside you. He shifted slightly, making a gap between the two of you and pulling the bag of takeout to the spot. Dinner was had on the counter, eating straight out of the containers.

“Bobby would be so upset if he saw us right now.” Buck mumbles, his mouth full. 

“Mhm but he’s not here. He doesn’t have to know.” 

A few moments later, his phone began ringing. He pulls it out and his eyes widen. There’s a confused look on your face, waiting for him to give you some context or tell you who’s calling. Finally he shows you his phone. 

Bobby is calling. 

“You summoned him!” Buck shouted. You resisted the urge to laugh. 

“Answer the phone!” 

You watch as Buck answers the phone, holding back his laughter at the conversation moments ago. He looked happy, you loved seeing him like that. The way his eyes glimmered when he smiled that million dollar smile of his, how his curls showed when his hair was wet or if he hadn’t cut his hair in a while. 

It was the little things that made you fall in love with him. 

He was still on the phone when you decided you’d find something to change into. 

He watched as you made your way to the bathroom, coming back out shirtless with a towel in your hand, drying off. He noticed the way you took a step every two steps like he does. He could hear you humming from upstairs, the way you went up in pitch when you saw something you liked or how you’d stop in-between to start whistling. He smiles to himself as he ends the call. 

He too had fallen love with you somewhere along the line. 

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You watched as the little bubbles popped up on the screen on and off for the next few minutes. 

Today was your wedding day. 

You hadn’t spoken to him all day, things had been hectic. You promised to see him before you got married but truthfully, you had been so consumed with planning and making sure everything was ready that you didn’t get a chance to. 

Your friend comes in, sticking their head in and smiling at you. “You ready ?” they ask, you hum before taking one more look at the phone. 

“As ready as I'll ever be.” 

It was a hot summer day in June, you and your fiancé had decided on an outdoor wedding considering you had always wanted a June wedding. 

Standing at the end of the aisle, each side of the yard was filled with people you loved and cared about but your love was smiling at you on the verge of tears at the altar. 

Resisting the urge to laugh at him, you smile as the music begins playing - your cue to make your way down the aisle. Making it to the end without tripping, you smile at him. 

“Hey,” you smile, reaching for his hand.

“You look beautiful” he smiles, he leans forward to give you a kiss when a hand against his chest stops him. 

Bobby gives him a disapproving look, “I’ll be fast but you gotta wait to the end to kiss them, Buck.” The statement earned him a laugh from the crowd. 

The heat was getting to everyone including the two of you so Bobby skipped over the unnecessary parts, letting the two of you say your vows. 

You started, your hand giving his a squeeze. “The day you walked into the shop, I thought ‘damn, I'm gonna die. Why do I always forget to lock the door?’ but little did I know, it was going to be the love of my life walking in. From the moment we sat down and started talking was the moment I knew you were the one- you made me smile, laugh, gave me butterflies but you also made me feel safe, like I could tell you anything and you’d always be there for me. I watched you walk out with the promise of coming back in the morning and I knew then, we were gonna have a June wedding.” you laughed. 

“You taught me what love was, how to be happy, to never give up no matter what life throws my way because for the last 2 years, that’s what I've watched you do and I'm so incredibly proud to be marrying you. There’s no one else for me. It’ll always be you.” you smile, blinking back the tears. 

“How am I supposed to compete with that ?” he hums, giving you a grin. 

“Everything about you is.. perfectly imperfect, in every single sense of the term. You strive for perfection, but you come up with a slightly different version every time and I love that about you- like when you run out of breath while singing you start whistling so you don’t lose the melody, it’s the little things that make me love you. You hold the stars and the moon, you’re my whole world y/n, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You make me a better man and I could never thank you enough for that.” Both of you are about to cry, looking at each other with the most love and adoration in your eyes. 

Bobby cuts to the end, both of you now impatient and waiting for him to announce that you were officially a couple and the moment he does, Buck pulls you towards him, kissing you like it was the last time he was ever going to. 

The sound of clapping and cheering filled your ears, making you both smile as your made you way back down the aisle officially as the Buckleys. 

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[peakyblindersxx]

angel - bonnie gold x reader

a/n: ok, so this one is a special bday gift for @bonniesgoldengirl, i hope you enjoy!!! i always love writing for new characters, it's exciting so tysm for letting me write this for you!! hope you all like it :)

love, abi xxx

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prompt: after a fight, you're the only thing on bonnie's mind.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, breeding kink, praise kink, fluffy af cause he's a cutie :)

Bonnie’s hands were red with blood, smearing fingerprints on your short yellow summer dress, his lanky figure having pressed you against the door as soon as it had closed behind him, murmuring apologies and promises to buy you a new one through kisses. He probably looked insane, but he didn’t care, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he had practically ran across the cobblestone streets to your tiny flat, probably disturbing half of your neighbors in the process. He’d won, per usual, but this time, the only thing on his mind when he stood in the middle of the ring, blood pumping through his veins, his opponent gasping for breath on the ground, was you. The way you smiled when you saw him, a flash of white teeth against your perfectly soft lips. The way you moaned his name when he was inside of you, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. He knew what he wanted now.

“Wanna make you mine,” he mumbled against your mouth, moving his lips to your neck, teeth grazing against the soft skin, sending shivers through your body.

“M’already yours,” you replied, unable to keep a soft moan from slipping from your lips at the feeling of him applying enough suction for a bruise to begin to blossom.

“I’m talking proper. Even take you to a church an’ everything, if that’s what you want. Just wanna hear your name on mine,” Bonnie grunted, muscular arms flexing as he held you up against the wooden door with ease. The things he was doing with his mouth were making you melt right in front of him, and he hadn’t even gotten you undressed. He paused for a second, eyes firmly fixed on you.

“Want you to have my baby.” His words caught you off guard, yet you couldn’t help your reply.

“Should start trying now, then.”

Bonnie couldn’t hide the wide grin that spread across his face, pressing his lips to yours passionately before carrying you over to your bed, setting you down before covering his body with yours once again. The heat between you was almost unbearable; every inch of your skin that touched his felt like it was on fire. You needed him, and he needed you. Your fighter, the golden boy who only had eyes for you.

“Bonnie…” You moaned into his mouth, hips pushing up against his in a desperate attempt to gain some sort of friction. He couldn’t help himself from ridding you of your undergarments, your dress long forgotten somewhere on the floor.

“Sound so fuckin’ sweet moaning my name,” Bonnie groaned, pressing sloppy kisses down your body until he reached your core, making sure your eyes were locked with his before he pressed a soft kiss to your already-drooling cunt, causing you to whine in frustration. He chuckled, eyes dark as he dipped his tongue into you, eyes taking in the way you bucked your hips against him as he swirled it around your clit. You couldn’t help yourself, letting your body take over as you arched your back into him, eyes fluttering back into your head as you found your release all over his mouth. It wasn’t enough for him, apparently, because he wasn’t giving up anytime soon, continuing his ministrations until you found yourself cumming again, this time with his fingers curled against your g-spot. As you focused your eyes, chest heaving, he was still looking at you, eyes shining with adoration as he helped you ride out your orgasm with his tongue. He finally let up, mouth glistening as he wiped it with the back of his hand, a cheeky grin threatening to take over his face.

The grin subsided once your hand found his cock, groaning as you ran your hand along it, guiding him towards your entrance. He pushed into you slowly, taking his time as you winced slightly, letting the pain melt away into pleasure as he pressed the rest of his length into you, guiding your legs over his shoulders.

“Look so fuckin’ beautiful takin’ my cock,” Bonnie rumbled, body snug against you as you cracked a grin, rolling your eyes, your amusement cut short by a sharp snap of his hips, the head of his dick bumping up against your g-spot. Your mouth hung slightly open as he fucked himself into you, peppering kisses to wherever he could as he picked up the pace, sending your hands searching for leverage.

“Gonna look even better with my baby inside you,” he murmured, lips brushing against your ear as he continued fucking you even harder, moans falling from your mouth freely. He pulled out of you only to flip you over and press himself inside of you again, his cock pumping in and out of you as he grabbed at your hips, kneading the soft flesh. Your mouth was slack, vision fluttering in and out, practically drooling as Bonnie somehow increased his pace. The sounds you were making were pathetic, yet he seemed to revel in the way you couldn’t talk when he fucked you just right. You lost track of the amount of times he made you cum; his insatiability feeding off the adrenaline coursing through his system, fueling him to fuck you at a bruising pace. You couldn’t lie, you loved every second of it, the way he seemed to have eyes for you and only you. God, you’d probably have ten of his kids if he asked you to. After what seemed like hours, he found his release inside of you, sticky between your legs as he reached for a rag to clean you up, pressing a kiss to your hipbone.

“You sure you want this?” You almost couldn’t believe the words coming out of Bonnie’s mouth as you looked at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Bon, I love you, and you love me. There’s not a thought in my head against being yours forever, let alone starting a family with you.”

Bonnie grinned in relief, hands finding yours for a soft squeeze. “Fuckin’ love you, Y/N.” He stopped for a second, letting out a grunt of frustration when he located your forgotten clothing. “Just a shame I ruined your dress, you looked like an angel in it.”

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[chadillacboseman]

Hooked

Pairing: Kabal x F!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, my praise kink is definitely being projected here. Just filthy dirty talk lol.

Word Count: Idk like 850

A/N: My mental health is FINE. Kabal fuckers come get your JUICE. Just mindless self indulgent filth lol.

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Kabal had been gone for three days- one of the longest stretches the mercenary had ever been absent.

You were worried.

You knew he could handle himself- hell, he was probably one of the best fighters in Outworld, but you still paced the floor of your dwelling in the temple, staring at the doorway. You had tried to blow off steam in the sparring pit, but even beating the tar out of a fellow champion didn’t help.

“Missing someone?”

The voice startled you out of your intense pacing- Kabal’s voice.

Your head snapped up and your eyes met the glowing red slits in the mercenary’s gas mask.

“Kabal-” you breathed, closing the gap between the two of you and throwing your arms around his broad frame. He chuckled and ran a gloved hand down your back as you buried your face in his armored chest.

“Were you worried about me?” his voice was teasing and you slapped gently at his chest in response, “You know I can handle myself.”

“I know that,” you sighed, “But you were gone a long time.”

Kabal pushed you further inside the room, his broad hands grasping your waist and kneading the flesh beneath his fingers. You whined when he brushed his knee between your legs and he laughed, “Three days and you’re this needy? You want it pretty bad, baby?”

You nodded and bit your lip, staring up into his masked face.

“You want this off?” he tapped at the mask, “Or should I keep it on and fuck you?”

He pushed his knee between your legs again and you whimpered his name, grinding against him desperately, “Keep it on-” you could barely choke out the words.

The mercenary chuckled and hiked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling you against him. He moved to the bed and tossed you down, gently, “Lose the clothes.” You didn’t hesitate to follow his command, shucking your clothes and tossing them carelessly to the floor.

Kabal stared down at you, and even without seeing his face, you knew the hungry expression that was painted on it. He moved his hand to his pants and freed his cock, already hard and shining with beads of precum.

He gripped your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, splaying your legs on either side of his hips and teasing his cock against your folds.

You whined and bucked against him, “Please, Kabal-”

“Look at you, baby,” he purred, “so pretty when you beg.”

Kabal pushed inside you and you let out a choked moan, clawing at the bedsheets beneath you as he slowly bottomed out. It was like being split in half in the best way possible- no one could fill you like he could and he knew that.

One of his gloved hands trailed up to your neck and his fingers wrapped around it, the fabric rough against your flesh. He leaned down over you so that his masked face was just inches from your ear. “You’re all mine,” he murmured, voice shaking as he fucked you, “Nobody can fuck you like I can-” his grip tightened slightly and you let out a stifled moan.

“I’m all yours, Kabal,” you whimpered, and he hummed in satisfaction.

“I’m gonna fill up this pretty little pussy,” he grunted between thrusts, “so that every champion in this temple knows who is fucking you.”

The mercenary’s free hand moved between your legs and found your clit, his gloved thumb going to work in circles on the button of nerves.

"You gonna come for me?" Kabal growled, his red eye slits laser focused on your face as you panted and moaned his name.

A weak "mmhmm" was all you could muster as he rolled his hips into you over and over again, setting your mind on fire as you came closer to your climax.

One last deep thrust and you let out a strangled sob as you clenched around him.

"Good girl," Kabal crooned through his mask, "now it's my turn."

The mercenary picked up his pace, slamming mercilessly against you and driving into your already soaked cunt.

He let out a guttural grunt and squeezed your throat as he spilled inside you, "Fuck-" he panted and ran his gloved thumb over the tender skin of your neck, soothing the mark where he had gripped you, "you look so pretty all fucked out like that."

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You stared up at him bashfully through your lashes and he pulled out of you slowly with a groan, staring between your legs as he leaked out of you.

"What a pretty sight," he purred and you blushed, "I promise I won't leave you this desperate again."

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[vivacesole]

Dinner

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Summary: You're fairly new to the 118, and Eddie and the team have been more than welcoming.

Requested by Anon

Warnings: fluf-ish? I tried anyway.(it's a shortie)

Word Count: 810

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You stood at the counter, aggressively chopping up a head of lettuce, when someone bumped into you from behind.

"Woah!" you laughed and set the knife down before turning around. Eddie's back faced you, and he was barely holding onto a tray of the special dessert he said he was making tonight. "You see, this is why you announce your presence in the kitchen, we avoid interactions like these." you turned back around to the lettuce.

"Well I'm sorry Gordon Ramsay, we can't all be perfect chefs." he smiled at you and set the tray down on the counter space next to you. You rolled your eyes.

"Almost done out here!" you heard Bobby yell from the lower floor. He was out working on the grill for the main course.

"Now that is Gordon Ramsay." you chuckled.

"COMING THROUGH." you and Eddie both looked to the voice coming up the stairs. Chim and Buck were carrying two platters of meat.

"Geez, are we having a party? I thought this was just a house dinner." you made a face at Eddie.

"Well Cap is taking a few days of vacation, so he said he'd make extra to last us while he was gone since he knows the rest of us can't cook." Chim explained.

"Won't." Buck corrected. "I'm telling y'all right now, I can cook. I just choose not to."

"Buck please," Chim stopped what he was doing to turn to him. "Maddie told me about last week's chicken."

"One time! I leave the grill unattended ONE TIME." Buck threw his hands up in the air. You all started having a laughing fit.

"Well if it's any constellation, I know I'm fairly new, but I can definitely cook." you smiled to yourself, scraping the pile of lettuce you had cut into a bowl.

"I don't know if I would call making a salad a form of cooking." Buck raised an eyebrow. You shook your head at him.

"I'm on salad duty because Cap is in charge of dinner. I can actually cook though, I CAN COOK." you repeated and yelled out, hoping that Bobby could hear you.

"We'll see about that (L/N)!" Bobby yelled back up.

"I think you just got yourself into a kitchen battle." Eddie nudged you with his elbow. You smirked at him.

"I'm not worried."

"I'll volunteer myself to be a judge." Buck bowed his head to you before heading back down to the lower floor with Chim. You sighed and finished mixing together the salad.

"What?" Eddie looked over to you, looking almost concerned.

"Nothing I just," you paused, smiling at your thoughts. "I don't think I've ever had a bad moment here at the 118."

"Oh yeah?" he leaned his hip on the counter, crossing his arms.

"Everyone was so welcoming, and you're all so... unique. In a good way!" you laughed and touched his arm. "And you were the first one to offer me an invitation to hang out outside of work, so thank you for that. I've been here, what? Almost two months? But I really think I can call you my first real friend here." you started tearing up.

"A- are you crying?" he ducked his head to try and meet your eyes, and chuckled when you smiled. You nodded and he brought you in for a soft, but meaningful hug.

"I just, I didn't have anything like this back home." you mumbled into his chest and he stroked your hair. "And I love hanging out with you and Christopher, it's like a breath of fresh air, you know? You all have really become my family."

He chuckled again and released you so he could bring his hands to the sides of your face and wipe your tears with his thumbs. "Yeah, yeah I do know." he sighed. "We're all so lucky to have you here." you blinked, trying to dry out your eyes so you'd stop crying. "And for the record, Christopher loves hanging out with you too. In fact he uh, he's been asking me to invite you over for dinner again soon." he dropped his hands from your face.

"Oh so it's his invitation, is it?" you raised a brow.

"Well I mean, it was more of a suggestion that we-"

"What's the hold up?" Cap called out from the top of the stairs. You and Eddie turned towards him. "Foods ready, and the table is empty. Let's get the table set so we can eat!"

"Yeah I'm starving." Buck said, pulling out a chair, but Cap caught his shoulder.

"Setting up the table means you, Buck." Buck sighed in defeat and went to set out the placemats. You turned to Eddie, patting under your eyes.

"We can uh, talk later?" you gave him a soft smile.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah that works." he smiled towards the floor. "Come on, let's get this food out there.

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Request: Hello!Can I request eddie x reader (from 911) fluff, maybe she works there and it is just the family dinner and she rralizes how good it is to finally have a family she can count on and especially eddie ;) ly thx

A/N: so this is the first imagine I've written since ACTUALLY beginning my return, so I apologize if this is totally shit... but I'll get back up there, I promise I'm working on it!!! Hopefully we'll get some more Eddie stories to come.

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