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Migraine

Prompt: “Can you write a Harry styles imagine where he wakes you up in the middle of the night with a migraine and he needs you to take care of him because he doesn't feel good ?? Thanks darling!” -Anon

Word Count: 1,106. 

Ah- Ah- Ah -Ah I’ve got a migraine. There’s a couple tøp references in this heh. Apologies that it’s so short! Wrote this in the hour of free time that I had lol. Thank you for requesting :) I’m slowly moving down my lists of requests now that I got a new laptop! Next one will be a Josh Dun imagine. 

Love to you, Iz xx

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Fuck. Harry thinks to himself, green eyes reluctantly opening. He moves to grip his head only to realise his arm is stuck in your firm grasp. Another line of profanities slips from his lips as he edges it out of your arms. You stir slightly before flipping to the other side, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

Fucking hell this hurts. Harry clutches his head, which is now aching. He knew exactly what was coming on. The discomfort only increases the more he rouses himself. His eyes shut, the pain reverberating throughout the rest of his skull. 

How the hell did this even happen? He didn’t even drink much before going to bed- just a couple wine glasses of wine at his dinner party with Jeff and Glenn.

His free hand pats the bedside table for the glass of water you always made sure to set out in case of instances like this. The migraine picks at him as he gulps down the glass and decides medicine would be the only cure.

The hardwood floor is frigid underneath his feet and Harry reminds himself to start wearing socks to bed; the winter months in London are always unforgiving.

Not wanting to worsen the pain, he is forced to search for the medicine in the dark. His fingers brush over a bottle similar to his usual pain relief bottle so he pours two into his hands. However once the pills touch his palm, his brows furrow. They’re circular instead of the usual capsule-shaped pills. 

He pulls the bottle closer, eyes widening at the label. “Fast Acting Laxatives” reads the jar, causing Harry to yelp and drop it. He was this close to taking two of them. He winces at the sound of hard plastic hitting the floor, knowing several little pills spilt out. 

Why ‘ave we even got these in the first place? Oh shit, wait, yeah. Harry answers his own question, thinking back to the time he pranked Louis back by crushing one and putting it into his drink. Serves Louis right though, no one messes with Harry’s boots, especially if it is to draw something on them.

Rummaging through the rest of the drawer, he finally comes across the correct bottle of medicine after carefully examining the label despite the strain in his eyes and pulse in his head.

He quietly pads back to the bed, hoping to fall asleep quickly and wake up feeling better. Your eyes flutter open at the sudden dip and wave of warmth, turning to glance at your husband.

“Harry?” You mumble in the darkness, reaching a hand out for his. He curses to himself, having woken you up.

He cuddles closer to you, tugging your body onto his chest. He’s afraid if he tells you about the raging migraine in his head, you’ll feel compelled to stay awake and take care of him. He murmurs a reply you just barely register. 

“Go back to sleep, darlin.” You don’t have to be told twice as you drift off, sleep becoming of you once again.

A small smile etches across his face as he feels you falling deeper. 

Though once your breathing slows, Harry regrets not telling you what was wrong as the throbbing only escalates. He lets out a groan knowing it would take another twenty minutes for the medicine to set in, and even then he doesn’t know if it would work that well.

His breathing becomes heavy, gripping the right side of his head. He didn’t get migraines often, but when he did, oh boy were they raging. His eyes clamp down in an attempt to force sleep, but it only worsens the pain.

“Mgh.” He releases an incoherent moan, shifting from side to side. Harry knows he probably shouldn’t, but fuck it, you’re the only person he knows could help.

“Love,” He gently shakes. You grumble a bit as his swaying continues, his repeated pet names finally waking you.

“What? What is it, H?” You almost snap, slightly annoyed. 

“I-I-I’ve got a migraine.” He mutters in reply, guilt also setting in as he woke you with his own problems. 

“Oh.” You bite your lip, thankful that you did not utter any rude words. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. You can go back to sleep-”

“No, no. Of course not. I’m glad you woke me up. Do you want me to get some more water or boil some? Have you taken meds for it?” 

His head nods, whining lowly at the sensation.

“ ‘m sorry,” Harry apologises again. “I really wouldn’t wake you unless it was bad and I’ve tried to go back to sleep but I just can’t and- and... it really fooking hurts.” 

You lean forward to lay a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t apologise for wanting help, my love.” You respond before exiting to make tea. The herbal ones always seemed to calm him.

Once back in the room, you frown at his exterior. His body is up against the headboard, arms crossed and trying to relax but it was only causing more of an ache.

You sigh, pulling him closer. He tries to relax in your grasp but cannot rattle the discomfort. Your fingers dig into his hair, gently massaging the tender areas.

“... and my pain will range from up, down and sideways, thank God it’s Friday cause Fridays...” You hum lowly, the TØP song sticking to your brain after Harry brought up the title.

“Don’t know why they, always seem so dismal. Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle...” 

“What’s the name of that song again, angel?” Harry interjects. 

“Migraine.” You chuckle, causing him to groan. 

“You don’t like the song?” 

“No, no. I do, it’s just... perhaps something a bit more mellow for the moment?” 

You nod, beginning a different song for your husband. Though everything still hurt, your repeated touch and sound eased his pain just a bit. 

“But ain’t nobody love you like I do...” 

You notice his breathing gradually calm as you sing softly. Another smile comes across his face, feeling incredibly thankful to have you around. Nothing and no one could ever make him feel as you do. 

“Promise that I will not take it personal-”

“-baby?” He completes the line, though his intonation hints that it is question rather than him singing. You pout, thinking you had upset him again by the choice of song. Happier had also been circling your thoughts and though it did not apply to either of you, it was still a fantastic song to sing.

“Yes, Haz?” 

“I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.”

[smokeinherperfume]

hiya, just poppin by to say thank you for becoming a mutual with me, I really adore your stuff and you seem like such a lovely person, I hope all is well with you and hopefully we can become friends 🌸💛 lots of love x

Awww thanks sweet pea! We definitely can be! ☺️💕

[mxrcury-lxve]

List 10 songs you love and tag people!

@wearethechampionsblog thank u for the tag omg ily

somebody to love- queen

fat bottomed girls- queen

under pressure- queen & david bowie

buttercup- jack stauber

zipper- brockhampton

i want it all- queen

keep yourself alive- queen

radio gaga- queen

some day one day- queen

seven seas of rhye- queen

wow so much queen

i tag:

@wutheringshay

@clashof-thestyles

@siriuslovesmarlene

@deakydarling

@the-disco-deaky

@overcastskeleton7

@poshspicehaz

@jjoemazzello

[oh-styles]

hello, do you have a recs list? or just some good harry writing blogs to follow in general? :)

Hi! I know I’ve made a follow forever once before, but I don’t have it linked anywhere so I’ll just give you some good writing blogs!

@geenalovesthelittlethings / @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy / @aqua-harry / @trulymadlysydney / @secret-rendezvous1d / @permanentcross / @weeklyfangirl / @stylessemantics / @stylishmuser / @twerkit-hxrry / @poshspicehaz / @inwhichitrytowritesomething / @littlebitofharry / @tokyoharry / @jawllines / @harryandmesohappily / @two-swallows-above-a-butterfly / @rue-by-another-name / @prettymalik-styles

I’m really sorry if I missed anyone, I just quickly went down my following list!

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Do you have a rec page?

by rec page i’m guessing you mean like recommending other writers?? i donut, sadly. I’m sorry bby :-( but i can give you a list of good writers right here right now :-) all of these writers inspire me day-to-day and shake me to the core with their talent. they truly are gifts to this fandom 💝 in no particular order:

@moonchildstyles @iloveyouhaz @inkedangelhaz @kasiwrites @honeyskins @stylishmuser @oh-styles @aqua-harry @stylesunchained @trulymadlysydney @permanentcross @poshspicehaz @jawllines @harry-styles-midnight-memories @hazzlot @theasstour

[secret-rendezvous1d]

Are there more good Harry writing/imagines blogs? I want to follow more

I really need to make a Recommendations page to make sure people don’t get left out. I promise, I’ll make one soon! In the mean-time, if I’ve forgotten anyone, feel free to add on!...

@geenalovesthelittlethings // @horanandstylesaremyonlyreason // @permanentcross // @two-swallows-above-a-butterfly // @jawllines // @rue-by-another-name // @harry-writings // @roseonhissleeve // @cuddlemusclestyles // @aqua-harry // @kasiwrites // @stylishmuser // @trulymadlysydney // @stylessemantics // @stylesbabygirls // @softharrysquad // @canistay-haz // @theselittlethingsmatter // @ihavelovedyousince // @poshspicehaz

There are probably tonnes that I’ve forgotten so please, don’t feel disheartened! I read work written by so many people, haha. I promise a Recommended page will come. xx

[in-the-name-of-styles]

Just read all your stuff! Do you have any other recommendations on who to read on here? I know there's lots of writers out there but I need a really well written one X

I have many favourite writers but right now all I can think of are :

@secret-rendezvous1d @stylesunchained @permanentcross @two-swallows-above-a-butterfly @a-dose-of-harold @trulymadlysydney @harry-writings @harryandmesohappily @ihavelovedyousince @geenalovesthelittlethings @harry-styleswho @sorrynotharry @theselittlethingsmatter @canistay-haz @harrysheroine @lovelyandwanderful @defendingstyles @poshspicestyles @poshspicehaz @whoopsharrystyles @islareeveswriting @harrysanchortat @wanderingtales @aboutalighthouse @aqua-harry @stylishmuser @kasiwrites & @legend-waitforit-harry

I'm sure there are so many more but these are all I can remember for now! 😁 xx

[stylesdimplefeelings]

Any good writers we need to know out there?

Loads!! They're all lovely people, too!@geenalovesthelittlethings@harry-writings@harryandmesohappily@harryforvogue@harryimaginedstories@heart-attack-harry@two-swallows-above-a-butterfly@hewrotemeasong@imagines-for-harry@jawllines@lovelyandwanderful@permanentcross@poshspicehaz@secret-rendezvous1d@snoopdobb@stylesunchained@stylessemantics@thatguurlalmightyOh well that's a list innit! But they all have something you'll love!!(:

[fredthelegend]

hi lovely, i just wanted to say thank you so so much for all the kind messages you've been leaving on my writing; it means the world to know a fellow Queen writer actually likes what I'm doing :,) I hope you're doing well my dear xx

You're so welcome! Leaving feedback is very important to me, so if I like something I let you know 💘💘I love your writing so much!

[borhapstyles]

Dance With Me

I’M ALIVE! I promise. But I know, I’ve been gone for aaages, and there’s no excuse for me other than the worst writer’s block. Again, I’m sorry. I can’t promise that I’ll post every week like I used to, but I can say that I’m still on here, even when I’m not writing :) Hope you enjoy! x

Word Count: 1,775 (A lot shorter than my usual, I’m sorry.)

This is Dunkirk!Harry and inspired by this imagine. (Yes I read Bucky stories, don’t judge me. Sebastian is beautiful.) Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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“Dance with me.” You utter, fingertips lacing with his. A breath escapes his lips as you tug him into the empty space of your living room, running small circles into the back of his hand. 

The music plays further as your bodies connect like puzzle pieces. Your chest presses to his and you sigh, resting your head against his collarbones. You gently lay kisses onto the area as he squeezes your hands softly. Inhaling his scent, you lift your head and meet with his eyes. They pierce your own but remain sweet and full of admiration.

The record player is a few meters away from you, belting out the song though you can’t help but sing along.

“And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.”

The words drip out with passion and Harry leans in to close the gap. 

Slow dancing together is something the two of you always do before the two of you must separate for a period of time. It is a way of embracing each other without it taking too much time or falling asleep, as cuddling may do. For him, it made him feel much safer, as if during the dance, a bubble of your love would encircle him whilst on the field. For you, dancing is one of the romantic gestures the two of you can engage in to stabilize yourselves as a couple.

Your lips break apart, in need of air. You take the moment to admire his attire. He stands with his uniform on, ready to be shipped off to France, hair tousled from the morning’s shower.  

Your lips curl into a smile, his own following suit. Though it soon fades as you rest your head back on his chest, knowing that it would be a while before you saw his smile in person. It would be a while before you heard his laugh, inhaled his personalized scent (which somehow always lingered on his pillow and old shirts, regardless of how many times you’ve used it yourself or washed it). It would be a while before you felt his touch, the supple scrape of his fingertips against your jaw or bare waist. 

You’d miss his wit. Even if it was the cheesiest line in the world, Harry always had a pun or punchline ready, to which most of the time you’d chortle and nudge his side. His sarcasm would often get the best of you and he would end up making another comment on how cute you are when you’re angry. 

You’d miss his warmth. Despite having a heater, mornings were always a bit colder without him. Soon you’d be going back to forcing yourself out of bed and into the day, which was at most times cool and with a bit, sans Harry. 

But most of all, you’d miss his kindness. The world can be cruel and uninviting, leaving you in the worst possible mood as soon as you got home. On some days, you just wished you could shut the world out and cradle yourself with a whimper. Other times, you wanted to explode without any regard. Those were the days that Harry would begin to whisper, sometimes drawing you a bath or standing in the living room, record player ready with your favourite song as the stand-cuddle would ease your pain. When the rest of the world was terrible, Harry was there to lighten your heart. When you felt as though you couldn’t do it anymore, Harry was there to assuage your restless mind and shoot down your fears. 

It had been rather difficult lately, it always was before his departure. Neither of you would mention it, but an air of heartache and desolation would always fill the house. Though this time was especially different and both of you knew it completely.

“I’ll be able to call and send letters once a week.” He mutters, noticing your tense stature. 

“Please write neatly.” You retort, laughter booming through both your chests. Harry had a tendency to write sloppily on certain occasions, causing you to buy cookies instead of sweet corn when not being able to read his handwriting on the shopping list.

“Your mum’s just bought me a new stationary set, so you can expect some from me as well.” You murmur knowing how often you both go through paper.

“That was nice of her.” He says and you nod, holding onto him just a bit tighter.

Tears begin to brim at the corners of your eyes as you think of the next several months without him. 

Harry doesn’t really want to leave either. Worried filled his heart as he thought of how long he’d have to be without you. Neither of you knew if you’d survive without each other.

You’re the love of his life, and when it felt as though everything was crumbling beside him, your smile would remind him of how wonderful life is. You’d kiss his cheeks and speak sweet nothings, caress his skin and tell him stories that he himself as a raconteur could not conjure up. He’d miss the glint of wonder in your eyes the most. You tend to look at him with pure adoration and it would always be just what he needed to bring him back down.

Harry rests his head atop yours and breathes out in attempt to calm his anxieties. Your last dance together before he goes off. 

“When you get back, H,” You whisper. “we should have dinner at the new restaurant down the road. It should be finished with construction by then.” He nods.

“And listen to that new record.” He adds, knowing full-well that by the time he returns, the record will have been months old and new ones will have already been produced.

“It’ll be nice.” 

Your grip does not waver around him despite the song drawing to a close.The two of you stand motionless, clutching each other as if it’s the last thing you’ll ever hold. Harry’s heartbeat picks up just a bit as he checks the time. He’d have to leave in a couple minutes.

You lift your head and stare into the green eyes you find solace in.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” Harry utters, though he himself is unsure.

He tugs himself back and reaches into his coat pocket, handing you a sealed envelope with your name on it. 

“I kept it from you because I knew you’d peek at it if I didn’t.” You chuckle, running a hand across the black ink. “Read it when I’ve gone.”

This time you start the kiss as your lips mold together. The kiss is full of love and affection, though it is also one of appreciation.

Harry pulls away with a throb in his heart, your last kiss with each other. Your eyes are glassy and he smiles, thumbs brushing underneath them to wipe the water away. Your fingertips run across the pins of his uniform, admiring his bravery and sacrifice.

“I have to go, Y/N.” He whispers. You flutter your eyelashes and press one more chaste kiss before adjusting his hat. You always loved him in his uniform and he always loved your butterfly kisses.

“Je t’aime.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

-

Harry had been gone for a few days now and you know he’s already made it to France. The thought of it made your lips twitch for a moment, he had always wanted to better his French.

His written letter sits across the room. You glance at it every now and then, having waited for the right moment to open it. The black tea beside you is now cold and you bask in the night silence.

On your feet, you make your way over to the area where the letter sits. The envelope is cool as it grazes your fingertips. You sit by the window to read.

“Dear Y/N,

I hope by the time you’ve read this, I’m already off. I didn’t want you reading this while I was there because I know how you’d react: You’d probably laugh and hit my chest, calling me a cheeky arse then we’d kiss.

I know it’s been a bit difficult lately and me having to leave did not help. But you’re so lovely and so incredibly strong. If anyone’s a real soldier, it’s you.

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known and I’d be lying to myself if I hadn’t said I was lucky to have you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Angel, please don’t forget it. 

We’ll get through this damn war, I promise you. I’ll be back there before you know it, love.

Now go check underneath the coat closet, behind my old boots. 

Tu me manques, H. x”

Your brows furrow at the letter, noting its length and it’s ending. Harry would not write less than a page or two on average, but this was only half of one. Nevertheless, you stride off to the mentioned closet, still holding the paper.

You had used the coat closet many times before but never really bothered with the bottom. The floors only hold Harry’s first pair of combat boots (which had literally gone through hell and back) and some of your worn out heels.

Though this time, there’s an object other than shoes at the bottom. It hides to the side of Harry’s shoes and is encased in a thin package.

You slide it out and gasp to find a record hidden inside its sleeve. Carefully slipping it into your fingers, you come across a note with Harry’s handwriting on it.

“Darling,

I don’t know if you remember Liam Payne, but he owns a recording studio on Abbey Road and invited me, so I went when you were out with Gem. He said I could become famous if I wanted to. Haha, imagine that. 

Anyways, this is a song I worked on with Louis from across the street. I thought of you when writing it, and imagined you when recording it. Listen to it when you miss me, please. It’ll make me feel better knowing that you’ve got a piece of me, and it’ll make you feel better knowing that I’m always there.

I love you more than you know, Y/N. Maybe we can dance to this when I get back. 

-H. x”

Popping the record on, you sit by the light and sniffle, clutching Harry’s notes closer to your chest.

A piano begins the song and you shut your eyes, imagining yourself in the center of the room with Harry, swaying along to the music. 

“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you…”

— 

Tu me manques = I miss you (French) 

Je t’aime = I love you (French)

[smokeinherperfume]

hi love! I just started reading your harry imagines and I’m absolutely in love with them. don’t stop writing, you’re incredibly wonderful at it and I can’t wait to read more 🌼xx

You’re so kind! Thanks so much lovely! :) x

[borhapstyles]

Masterlist Has Been Updated!

Just added a few of the things I realised weren’t there :) Let me know if any links aren’t working / if I’ve missed anything else! And of course I had to add jumpy Harry to this post. Much love and happy reading x Iz

Masterlist

[buckybarnesstar]

Keep You Safe

Request:  Can I get an imagine with overprotective bucky <3

Note: so I scrolled deep down in my requests and found this simple gem, and thought I could at least get this (old) request posted and hopefully get over my writers block. I apologize if it sucks. thanks for the request and I hope you all enjoy it! feedback is always welcome and it helps me continue doing this <3 .c

Bucky watched as you loaded your gun with bullets, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration and your lips tucked into your teeth. His eyes trailed down your tactical suit and if he wasn’t so nervous, he’d get heated at how sexy you look and try to keep you back just so he could take you in the jet while the others dealt with the mission. 

The mission was supposed to be hard this time around and to say he was wanting to keep you safe was an understatement. He’d like to keep you locked up in the tower and never be in harms way, even from the sun that could give you skin cancer. But he knows you can hold your own; just the thought of losing you today was eating at him. Bucky chewed on his bottom lip, feeling the atmosphere change as the jet came to a slow landing. 

You stood out of your seat and your eyes naturally met Bucky’s. You could tell he was thinking hard and you sighed, giving him a small smile as you approached him, holstering your gun. “You okay?” You asked softly, watching as Bucky sat up in his seat. He pulled you onto his lap and rest his metal arm over your thighs and his flesh arm around your waist. 

“Can you do something for me?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. Your mind instantly came up with things he’d want from you at a time like this. The heaviness of his question and the tight grip he had around you was a clear answer. “I’m not staying back.” Your voice was firm but your eyes were soft. 

It was easy to sympathize for Bucky, but you had a duty and a team to protect just like everyone else. A sharp sigh came from his pink lips and he nodded, letting his eyes glance around at the team. “You stay with me.” He gently ordered, looking back at you. 

That was easy; you and Bucky got shit done and it was fun fighting alongside your boyfriend. The landing strip started to lower and the team spoke to each other, going over the plans and individual duties as you all walked out. You stood by Bucky and he kept his hand on your lower back.

Bucky stayed close to you inside the base, bumping your elbow he was so close. You ignored it as you looked inside, but when everyone went their own way and you heard guards running towards you, you stepped away from Bucky and got ready to fight. The distance between you two now made him uneasy.

He glanced towards you nervously and you looked at him with a small smirk as you raised your gun. He looked tense. “Relax. I live for this stuff.” Bucky clenched his jaw and raised his own gun, ready to protect you. “Yeah, and that’s what worries me.” He grumbled, the sound of his gun firing kept you from saying anything in return. 

Guards fell to their deaths with bullet holes covering their bodies as you fought by Bucky’s side. You continued down the hallway when it was clear, listening to the others fight all throughout the area. “I need back up on the first floor! ” Nat yelled through your comm. 

Your feet moved faster than your brain at the call for help. Bucky was right behind you, yelling your name but you didn’t stop. Nat needed help and you couldn’t let her get injured by worrying about being protected. 

Rounding the corner with your gun aimed, you saw Nat in a tight headlock, struggling to get out of it. You shot down a few guards that tried to attack you, not seeing one guard running with his gun aimed at you. You gasped and felt a bullet graze your skin before you could shoot him.

“Y/N!”

You watched as Bruce gently tugged on your stitches, making sure the last one was tight enough. Bucky was sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, his hair framing his face. He was pissed beyond belief. You thought you could take on the last of the guards and help Nat. Bucky tried to tell you to stay back, but you felt like he was underestimating you, when he just wanted to protect you. 

A bullet had grazed your arm during the mission and Bucky wasn’t there on time to block it with his metal arm. You frowned as the memory flashed in your mind Bucky had shot the guard after you got hit and shot down the one holding Nat, saving both of you. 

Bruce left the room to give you and Bucky some time to talk, noticing the anger Bucky felt. “I’m sorry.” You whispered softly, watching Bucky carefully. He sighed and closed his eyes for a total of 10 seconds. You couldn’t help but count, you were so nervous. He opened them and you could see the tears brimming his water lines. Your heart sank and Bucky stood up and walked over to you. 

He rubbed your cheek and kissed your forehead. “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself, Doll. I wasn’t fast enough to save you.” His voice cracked and you rest your hand on his that held your cheek. You let out a humorless laugh and nudged his thigh with your knee. “I’m not dead, you know.” You looked up at Bucky and saw his eyebrows had creased. 

“That’s not the point!” He shouted loudly, backing away from you as he rubbed his hand down his face. “Dammit! What if you had turned a little and it went through your chest? What then? You would be dead!” He looked straight into your eyes and it was so intense, you had to look away. 

You swallowed your emotions and nodded. “I understand, I won’t leave your side next time.” You whispered, wiping the stray tear that fell. You understood why Bucky was so protective. You love him and he loves you, there’s no question in his protectiveness.

Bucky walked back up to you and leaned down, capturing your lips in a short kiss. “I’d be lost without you. I have to keep you safe and protect you. In all areas. From the men that look at you like you’re just a toy to the guards who have killing programmed into their brains.” You sniffled and nodded, looking into his blue eyes. 

Bucky pulled you into his arms, careful of your stitches and you sighed, closing your eyes as you held onto him.

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Leather Jacket

Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, I’M 20 AND WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT YOU UNDERAGE KIDS DECIDE TO READ. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 

The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.

Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.

“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair. 

“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.

Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.

“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.

Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.

This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.

“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-

“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.

Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.

You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.

“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him. 

Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.

After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before. 

You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.

You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just here and you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?

Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.

Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.

Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.

Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.

Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.

You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.

His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.

Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.

Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.

You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.

“I did something about it.”

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Afraid

Request: Hey! I was wondering if I could request something? Lately ive been having a lot of anxiety attacks about myself, like self doubt and i feel v insecure and afraid and i was wondering if you could do an imagine or something about the reader having these anxiety attacks and bucky comforting and helping them get through the attack?? Idk if that makes sense. But thanks for reading this I love your blog bye - @lovelyttom

Note: yikes the title .. also, I’m sorry if it’s too short :( I hope your anxiety gets better, that you realize how strong you are, and that you overcome whatever obstacle life puts you through, darlin’! I love you all so much and my ask box is open for anyone who needs to talk! .c

All morning, Bucky had been worried about you. You didn't show up for breakfast, training, or the meeting Steve had scheduled two days prior. It wasn't like you to not show up and it worried Bucky to no end. Throughout the meeting he kept glancing at the door, waiting for you to hurriedly race in, apologizing for sleeping in late.

But when you hadn't shown up after two hours, Bucky rushed out of his chair when Steve dismissed everyone and made his way to your bedroom. The only thing on his mind was making sure you’re okay.

Inside your bedroom, you were sitting in a corner, bawling your eyes out. Your anxiety was through the roof. You thought about how horribly you've been feeling lately, every reason why; self-doubt weighed down your shoulders and you couldn't think about anything except your flaws. 

You were crying into your arms as you held your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth. Everything came crashing down on top of you as you soon as you woke up. It started with one small thought, then it went downhill from there. You figured a nice, warm shower would help. But when it didn’t, you felt hopeless.

A light knock startled you and you picked your head up to look at your door. You couldn't find your voice so you hoped they would forget about you and just leave. But the man behind the door was not one to give up, especially on you. After three more knocks, you invited them in and wiped at your cheeks,having no energy to move from your spot.

Bucky slowly opened your door, nervous to see the state you were in. When his eyes landed on you, he felt relieved – but it was short lived when he looked at your eyes spilling tears and the fact that you were sitting in a corner scared him.

Bucky rushed to your side and his eyebrows creased with worry as he dropped to his knees in front of you. “Y/N, are you okay?” You thought about the question for a moment. Were you okay? No, you absolutely were not okay. You shook your head and let out a sob, covering your mouth so you wouldn't be too loud. 

“No, no, hey hey hey,” Bucky immediately pulled you onto his lap and closed his arms around your shaking body. You hiccuped with cries and your fingers grasped at Bucky's grey shirt. You knew your tears were soaking his shoulder but he clearly didn't mind. He shushed you softly, rubbing your back soothingly.

After a while, Bucky found that that wasn't helping when your cries got louder and your breathing became too shallow and restricted. It was beginning to scare him and he knew he had to do something.

“Y/N,” His voice was firm, yet gentle. It caught your attention and you looked up at him and pulled away just a tad, waiting for him to continue. “I need you to breathe with me.” Bucky lifted his hand to your cheek, caressing the moistened skin with the pad of his thumb. 

“Can you do that for me, Doll?” You hesitated before nodding, inhaling sharply. Bucky kept his eyes on yours, breathing in slowly. Your lip quivered and your grip on his shirt didn't let up as you shakily followed his breathing pattern. 

His metal hand rubbed against your back and you felt yourself slowly but surely starting to calm. “That's it, Doll.” Bucky whispered. Every breath Bucky inhaled, you mirrored. The softness in his eyes distracted you from your thoughts, but only a little bit.

Soon your breathing had gone back to normal, but your crying hadn't stopped. It was a silent cry and Bucky knew that was the worst kind. It meant that you were still in your mind; your thoughts were screaming at you.

Bucky kept his eyes on you as you calmed down. “Are you feeling better?” He caressed your cheek again and you sniffled, releasing your hold on his shirt. “A little.” You whispered. 

The longer you sat in his lap, the thoughts of how insecure you were surfaced again. Bucky could detect the hitch in your throat and he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Tell me what's on your mind, Y/N.” Bucky all but begged, he needed to know what was bothering you so much. He couldn't stand to see you hurting like this. Your eyebrows knit together and Bucky wanted to smooth the wrinkles out but refrained from doing so.

You licked your dry lips and took a steady breath. “My anxiety is so terrible and- I'm not-” You shook your head as if that would magically help silence your thoughts and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold in your sobs this time.

Bucky nodded his head gently and wiped a tear that fell down your cheek before pulling you into a hug. You clung to him. “You're so strong, sweetheart. Please remember that.” He whispered into your hair, closing his eyes. He felt guilty for not coming to you sooner.

“I just feel so...so afraid. It's like no matter what I do, it's not good enough.” Your voice cracked and you sounded so hurt, it started to break Bucky's heart even more. He couldn't believe what you just told him, but he kept his reaction buried. 

If anything, everything you did was more than good enough. You brought a smile to everyone's face, picked up slack when you noticed it, you were friendly and so kind to everyone you meet.

“You're good enough, I promise you that. And so, so beautiful. It’s okay to cry, to let it out. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this alone, but I’m here now, okay? I’ll help you the best I can.” Your eyes watered after Bucky finished speaking and you felt the lump in your throat forming again. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” You sank into him and sighed softly, finally feeling like you could relax. Bucky held you close, rubbing your back once again.

You felt safe in his arms. As long as you had someone to go to that’s willing to help, you felt that maybe you’d finally be okay.

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Warmth

Note: i finally have a new laptop, guys! so maybe I can post a lot more! :) hope you all didn’t miss me too much, hehe ;) anyways, this was such a cute request! thanks so much for sending this in, darling! i hope you enjoy it; feel free to leave comment! .c 

Request:  Do you think you could do a request where the reader gets cold really easily and Bucky keeps her warm? In a fluffy kinda way. Thank you for taking the time to read this, whether you write it or not.

Damn Tony and his 60 degree temperature. You wanted to sleep in, get some much needed rest and wake up refreshed. Instead, it was 6am, you were tired as hell, and you were absolutely freezing. Sure, it was extremely easy for you to get cold, but you went to sleep perfectly warm in your mountain of blankets. But as soon as the AC kicked on, the cool air hit you full-force, goosebumps littering your skin as if you were standing in the middle of a blizzard…nude. You tossed and turned, trying to make a blanket burrito, stuffing your face under your pillow, attempting to get warm without having to take a scolding hot shower. Your body started to shiver and you could feel your toes getting cold in your fuzzy socks. You grumbled expletives as you turned onto your back again. “Friday, tell Tony that I hate him when he wakes up. Please and thank you.” You muttered, throwing your blankets off of you. Not even Friday was “allowed” to mess with the temperatures. Tony knew how easily it was for you to get cold, but he never listened when you asked for him to keep it higher in your room. You’d definitely have to warm up in the shower. You quickly got a pair of clothes and walked into the bathroom, readying your shower. Sadly, it didn’t help at all. If anything, the cold air hit you tenfold when you stepped out. You grabbed a sweatshirt and a pair of leggings, deciding to blow dry your hair so it wasn’t cold and wet. After getting dressed and ready for the day, you left to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Hopefully that warmed you up. If it didn’t, you were going to march into Tony’s room and demand him to personally turn the AC up. And if that didn’t work, you’d break it. It was silent throughout the tower, the others probably won’t be up anytime soon. Yesterday’s mission took a lot of energy from the team, which is why you wanted to do what they were: sleeping in. You sighed and flicked on the kitchen light, the sun hadn’t risen enough to give out enough light just yet. You jumped upon seeing Bucky sitting at the island, his own hand holding a cup of coffee. He looked up at you and smiled gently, setting his cup down. “Mornin’, Y/N.” You smiled and crossed your arms, forcing yourself to talk through your shivers. “Good morning, Bucky. Did you sleep well?” You walked over to the pantry and dug through a box of hot chocolate packets. It was nearly empty because of how many times you’ve had to drink this during the summer to stay warm. Bucky sighed softly. “Not really. I guess you didn’t either, seeing as you’re up so early?” He watched you reach up for a mug, huffing when you couldn’t reach it. He chuckled and walked over to help you. He stood behind you and held your waist, his right hand resting on the bit of skin showing from your sweatshirt riding up. You relaxed back on your feet when he reached for the mug and handed it to you. Bucky smiled softly as you thanked him. “Ar-are you cold?” He asked, casting his eyes away from you. He had felt the small goosebumps on your skin. You scoffed and walked over to the fridge. “I slept alright, then I woke up from the AC turning on. So, yeah. I’m very cold.” You frowned and Bucky nodded, watching you get your hot chocolate ready, pouring the milk into a saucepan over low heat. Bucky took a moment to study you. You looked tired, your lips were set in a pout because of your current state, and the sleeves of your sweatshirt were pulled over your knuckles. He loved the way you looked after waking up. He thought you were the most gorgeous thing. Bucky went back to his stool and you followed behind, blowing your hot chocolate. You sat on the stool beside him, setting your cup down. “Tony keeps it too cold, don’t you think?” You sighed, resting your forearms on the island. Bucky did the same, his bare arm brushing against your sweatshirt covered one. You mindlessly pressed your arm against his. It felt so warm, as if he might have a fever. Bucky shrugged and sipped on his coffee. “No, not really. I don’t get cold or hot. I guess it was part of the serum.” He explained shortly, looking down at you. His eyes fell to your arm resting against his and you couldn’t help but notice. “Y-you feel warm.” You slowly pulled your arm away, not really wanting to.  Bucky could see you shivering still. Your legs were gently bouncing and his mind came up with a crazy idea. He took a chance. “What if I warmed you up? I-I could, I mean, I could hold you?” Your eyes widened and he felt his heart race. “O-or not, I can-Sorry I shouldn’t have even-” You smiled and moved your arm back against his. “Please?” Bucky let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. You two finished your drinks before Bucky walked beside you into the tv room. The sun was rising faster now and it let a little warmth into the tower. Just not enough. Bucky grabbed a maroon colored blanket from a closet full of winter blankets and old decorative pillows. He sat on the couch and tapped his thigh, smiling at you. You felt yourself become shy, but nevertheless, sat in his lap. You instantly sighed and cuddled into him, the warmth radiating from his body was way too inviting. He chuckled and kept his right arm over you under the blanket, resting his hand on your thigh as you brought your legs into yourself. He decided to keep his metal arm over the blanket that was draped over the two of you. He knew it would be even colder than the temperature in the tower. Bucky sighed and relaxed into the couch, looking down at you. He couldn’t ignore how perfect you fit. Your shivering had calmed down and you cuddled further into him. You could feel his thumb caressing against your leg, the movement making your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Better?” He whispered, his warm breath hitting the top of your head. You moaned as a reply and nodded. He smiled and pressed his lips to your head. He let his eyes close and was drifting off to sleep until he felt you shifting against him, and suddenly felt your freezing cold fingertips brush against his neck. He jumped, only because he wasn’t expecting it. “Geez, Y/N, you really are cold.” He spoke softly, rubbing his hand up and down against your thigh. You nodded against his chest. “Fuck Tony.” You whispered, pulling a gentle laugh from Bucky. He took another chance and pulled your left arm down by your elbow, his right hand searching for your left one. Your heart sped up in your chest as Bucky held onto your hand, his thumb caressing along the top of it. His hand was much bigger than yours, but it was so, so warm. 

Bucky relaxed under you again and his breathing began to slow down. It was comforting and it made you sleepy. Letting a yawn escape, you let your eyes shut as you allowed yourself to fall asleep. 

Little did you know, Bucky was watching, smiling down at you. The breath coming from your nose tickled his neck and he felt his stomach flutter. He had always harbored a crush on you and it took a bit of courage to offer to warm you up, it surprised him at how easy it was for you to say yes to him. But he was glad he asked because now he won’t have to wonder ever again what it’s like to hold you in his arms.

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