Sigh No More  “The Cave”

TODAY IS THE ONLY DAY YOU CAN REBLOG THIS

So, @multifan-im-doomed asked for this, and I’m so glad you did because oh my god, this was so fun to write. I tagged it onto the end of a Bucky x Reader requested by @vastudent3 way back when, and it turned out pretty good. I hope you like it to. Enjoy, my darlings!

Can I request one in which the reader has some kind of spiritual abilities that enables her to communicate with spirits (or even go to the spirits world) and she helped Steve meet Peggy but she ended up meeting her dead ex boyfriend as well?

“Memory Lane” (Part 3)

Part 2

“What happened?”

Bucky was all of a dither. He didn’t know how to respond. He was in shock. “I- I- I don’t know. It was- Something happened. I- I- I-” “Mr Barnes,” Helen Cho commanded, “I’m going to need you to calm down. I cannot help your girlfriend unless you tell me what happened.”

The gurney sailed through the corridors with ease, Dr Cho and her medical staff either side. Bucky also accompanied them and Steve jogged just behind. Both men looked terrified.

Dr Cho had been informed that she would be dealing with Bucky’s girlfriend – but it looked nothing like you. Instead, the stretcher carried a grey statue. Yet somehow ‘statue’ seemed to be the wrong word. The structure looked fragile, twisted, and thin, like papier mâché mixed with gravel. On the bright side, at least it resembled a person. Your arm – presumably trapped within the stony cocoon – reached up into the sky, frozen where you had reached out for help.

“It… It was a bomb.” “A bomb?” Cho asked. She pulled the stretcher towards her as they turned a corner. “Yes. And no. It was a bomb, but not like a bomb I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you sure?” “It was…” Bucky strained himself remembering the detail, “blue, like a crystal. But it let off this… this stuff. This mist.”

Nobody saw Steve halting in his tracks.

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WHY WRITERS ARE HUMAN CATS:

always napping

will hiss if disturbed

kinda introverts 

but also crave attention

Hello and goodbye. I am Bucky Barnes, and this is my letter to you.  I don’t have much time. If I could, I would write pages upon pages, line upon line Stroke upon stroke. But I can’t. They’re listening; they’re everywhere. They stain the walls with dried blood and grime And plague the inner workings of my mind I cannot escape them. This place is filthy; horrors echo through the iron cell, reminding me that I am not a person. Only an asset. The red star is a symbol of my death And each time I see its evil glint on my left arm, I hold my breath. I have one memory of my mother. She told me when I’m afraid, I need to close my eyes and be strong. I did that while I was strapped to a chair made of lightning. And when I woke up, I forgot who I was. She said the bad thoughts go away, but they don’t. The entities manifest in 10 words, buzzing in my head like a plague of moths. My mind is a corpse of what it used to be. There are some things I adore One being a distant memory of a blonde haired man, And the other a red-headed girl I see in the outer circles of this hell. I don’t know her name; and I don’t know the man’s name. But they help me deal with this nightmare. The girl reminds me of a blood red sunset and the man reminds me of a life I never got to live. The distant memory of my mom helps too. I can feel her warm smile when I’m locked inside the cage of forgetfulness. I didn’t want this. I never asked for this. I joined the fight for peace, But now I’m fighting for what’s left of my sanity.  I was unaware of the darkness lurking beneath the layers of false hope And now I’m a deer caught in headlights, falling quickly into oblivion. I’m sorry for all I’ve done. I pray next to the metal bars that drip with the memories I can no longer recall. I pray for a god to deliver me into exaltation- I hear the demons coming. Their laughter is bouncing off the brick barriers. It’s a haunting sound. I have to go. But before I do, I’ll tell you this. They will break me, torment me, hurt me. When I’m strapped to the chair of lightning, or when I’m bleeding on the floor in the name of supposed restoration, I will get back up and write to you again, because that is how I will be strong. I will be strong.  I promise.

Bucky’s letters from behind the iron walls of HYDRA. (Part 1) Jasmine Walter (Part 2 found here)

Requested by Anonymous (But I accidentally deleted the request \(._.)/)

Peter didn’t expect this.. 

After he finished with his fight for Mr. Tony Stark, (Yeah, The Tony Stark. Otherwise known as Iron Man. As in the Iron Man in the Avengers. As in he fought with the flipping Avengers. He’s like an elite hero now or something.) he thought that the Avengers would be done with him now. 

At least he kind of hoping.. Do you know how difficult it was explaining to Aunt May why he was gone for so long? 

But it didn’t work like that. 

Whenever they had a mission near them, he was always asked to go and assist. It was polite enough, sure. But he knew that when Black Widow asked him to do something, there really wasn’t an option for him to refuse. 

So here he was now, perching on a ledge of some building while he listened to Natasha and Clint go over the plans. It didn’t seem like that big of a mission, but he wasn’t going to ask to leave. He pissed Widow off once, and even though they kind of shared a name sake, he knew he would get no mercy a second time. 

He scanned the ground underneath him absent mindedly, only half listening to the other two at this point. They were just going to find one thug, and he doubted he was going to do little more than web him to the wall so Natasha and Clint could talk to the dude. 

But that’s when he saw you, you were walking down the streets with your hands in your pockets and your head down. He smiled a little behind his mask, and forgot for a second that the super spies were even there in the first place.

Everything was fine, Peter thinking about when he was ever going to tell you. It wasn’t healthy not doing so, and it wasn’t fair that you didn’t know why she sometimes cancelled or showed up late to dates. And you were as always oblivious to Spider-Man watching you from rooftops, thinking about what homework you still had to complete and the chores you would have to do when you got home. 

Sure, everything was great until it suddenly wasn’t. 

When you were walking past a group of teenage boys, there was a couple chuckles before one stood out just after you passed them and called out to you. 

“Hey sweetie, put a smile on that pretty face!” 

As you glanced over your shoulder startled to see who yelled at you, Peter tensed up on his perch as he watched what was going on. 

“If you come over here, I can do it for ya babygirl.” 

Before Peter knew what he was doing really, he was already swinging down to land on the ground between you and the group of guys before his friends even stopped laughing. 

“Did someone call me?” Peter smiled behind the mask as he spread his arms casually. “But I do have a name though. I actually happen to prefer Spider-Man over baby girl. It’s more direct, you know?” 

The guy who was catcalling you, hesitated now. Not quite sure what to say. 

“What’s up, kid? Cat got your tongue? Getting a little shy now that you’re getting some attention back?” Peter crossed his arms over his chest, and the guy just shook his head and moved back into the little circle of his friends as they started walking away. “Awe, going so soon? Bummer.” 

He turned around to face you to see you have a thoughtful look on your face. Your eyebrows were scrunched together and there was a cute little frown on your lips as you stared at him. 

He gulped. 

“Thank You,” You murmured slowly. 

Peter nodded, trying to play it off cool. “No problem. Just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man coming to offer a helping hand.” 

You raised your eyebrows as you took a step closer. “Just my friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, hm?” 

“.. Yes.” 

“Not an over protective boyfriend in Spandex?” 

Peter almost choked on his spit, and immediately turned into a stuttering mess. “W-what are you talking about? I mean.. You’re lovely, but we just met, and-,” 

“Peter you can’t seriously believe that I don’t recognize your voice. And I mean.. Spider-Man doesn’t stop in for every jerk who yells at a girl.” 

“Maybe he tries his best to.” 

“He?” 

“Me, I meant.. Me. I do. Because.. Yeah. Because I do. I try my best.” 

You took another step forward to him, and taking advantage of the darker time of day and slightly near an alleyway, you reached for his mask. 

“You really shouldn’t do that. It’s hardly poli- Oh, you’ve done it. Hi,” Peter grinned shyly down at you when you took his mask off completely and looked up at him an innocent smile. 

“You’re really Spider-Man, holy shit.” You muttered. 

Peter looked down at the space inbetween you two, and shuffled his feet a little. “I wanted to tell you, it’s just-,” 

He got cut off by you suddenly standing up a little straighter to press a kiss on his lips, and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself stable. 

It took a second for him to snap out of his confusion, but as soon as he tried to return the affection, a voice cut you two off. 

“Get some, bug boy!” Clint shouted down at you two from another rooftop. Both of your heads snapped up to look at him and the Black Widow leaning over the edge grinning at the two of you. 

“Is that..?” 

“It’s a long story.” Peter grumbled.

Hot Chocolate Is Fabulous

Request/Prompt: Hey! Can you do the prompt “Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.” with Kurt Wagner? Thanks!

Note: I’ve never written Kurt (or taken a lot of notice to him - not trying to offend anyone but I don’t find him interesting much) but SURE!

“Milk,” you muttered, half asleep. You dragged yourself down the halls, trying to get to the kitchen, looking for a drink - you rarely slept a lot during the night, your powers stopped you from a lot of rest so you woke early. You dorm was on the other side of the institute so you had to walk past most of the other dorms to get to the kitchen. 

Lazily, you scratched the back of your neck, almost walking into a corner - waking you up a little bit more. You walked past a half open door that showed the inside of what you recognised to be Kurt’s room. As you tip-toed past you heard low mutterings, causing you to cease walking. You crept around the area, trying to listen out for the mumbles. 

They got the smallest bit louder and you realised that it wasn’t in English, which essentially made it worse as now you wouldn’t be able to figure out what they were saying. You pressed your ear against each door in the nearby area, not finding the source but as you began to walk away, you finally realised that it was coming from Kurt’s room. 

You slid between the gap of the door as it was already open and looked around for the blue man. “Kurt,” you whispered, not seeing him on his bed. You heard heavy breathing then a loud thump. “Kurt!” You gassed, climbing over his bed to see him on the floor of the other side.

“No,” he muttered, the only word you could understand in English. He crawled into a corner of his room then hugged his knees and began to rock back and forth. You jumped off his bed and crawled over to him and cupped his cheeks.

“Kurt, you need to wake up,” you commanded, trying to shake him. Though he was still asleep. “Come on,” you muttered, shaking his shoulders a bit. His eyes flew open and he started to panic and look, frantically, around the room. “Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore,” you assured, you knew about his nightmares and what they were about but you didn’t know they could get this bad.

His breathing slowed a bit and sweat rolled down his face. “I am sorry, I did not mean to scare you,” he whispered, tuck his head between his knees.

“Hey, that’s okay, you can’t control nightmares they aren’t your fault,” you reassured, silently willing him to look up to you. “Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head in response. For a few minutes, you just sat in silence - the sound of your breathing filling the empty space.

“You should go back to sleep,” he sat, slowly rising off the ground.

“I can’t sleep, I’m going to the kitchen,” you said, rubbing your arms up and down. He took notice of the small goosebumps that rose on your skin and pick the scrunched up blanket off his bed. He wrapped it around you and gave a small smile; to which you returned with a hug.

“You gonna stay up with me?” You asked.

“It is not like I have a choice,” he replied, grabbing your arms. You threw him a confused look just before a small flash then ending up in the kitchen.

“Nice,” you said, walking over to the fridge and pulling out some milk and chocolate. “You like hot chocolate?” 

“No, I have not, is it good?” 

“Hot chocolate is fabulous, I’ve decided that we’re having that now,” you announced, grabbing all the things you’d need to make the delicious hot drink. He watched your every move with a strong interested and when you had finally finished making the drink, he accepted it with open hands.

“Thank you,” Kurt said as you took a seat in front of his, on the opposite side of the counter.

“It’s okay,” you said, assuring him about more than just the drink. Kurt Wagner

i saw this:

and thought it would be fun to actually work that out. so

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DOCTOR WHO IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

Sheet1 the myth makers,1200 bc the romans,64 the fires of pompeii,23-24 august 79 the eaters of light,2nd century,1st doctor the pandorica

^^^ every doctor who episode in chronological order

(pls let me know if theres any mistakes! i got most of the info from the tardis wiki so idk if its 100% accurate)

btw!!! the episodes are ordered by where they go FIRST in the episode :) (PLEASE STOP TELLING ME TO PUT UNEARTHLY CHILD FIRST THEYRE IN 1963 FIRS TPLEASEEEEEYEGEHFEHFYUFHGEUYS)

Your Highness

 A/N: So I haven’t written an imagine in so long, so I hope this does justice to the request! Haha feel free to continue sending in drabble prompts or imagine requests because I’m willing to do both! I liked this request a lot!ALSO, IF YOU HAVEN’T SEE CIVIL WAR, THIS CONTAINS POTENTIAL SPOILERS SO PLEASE PLEASE DON’T READ THIS UNLESS YOU’VE SEEN CIVIL WAR OR YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS!! Okay, now that I’ve said that, please enjoy!

Prompt: Anonymous asked: could you write one with bucky x reader, where Bucky comes out of cryo after a few months & he’s kind of getting better then he meets the reader in wakanda because she’s assisting King T’Challa to decorate his palace or something. super fluffy please

You walked down the long hallway, adjusting your skirt. You were in charge of keeping the palace tidy, well-decorated, and up to King T’Challa’s standards. It was a job that ran in your family and you were happy to continue the tradition. When you were younger, your parents had allowed you to run through the long halls of the palace and even play with T’Challa when he was only a child. To say you were close with the King was a bit of an understatement. The two of you were best friends and you had been there for him when his father was killed, like he had been there for you when your parents died protecting his family.

“Excuse me, Your Highness,” a timid voice spoke from behind you. You turned, looking for the King. When you didn’t see him, you looked for the source of the voice. Your eyes landed on none other than Bucky Barnes. He looked nervous and cautious, but also weak. His left arm was missing and he wore only a tank top and sweat pants. “H-hi.”

You looked around, once more, unsure of who he was talking to. “Are you talking to me?”

Barnes nodded at you, weakly. “Yeah, you’re the Queen, aren’t you?”

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My silver lining (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

Hey! I love your blog! Can you maybe do a steve x reader based on the song my silver lining from first aid kit? maybe were she just had enough and want to see other things or something like that? thank you so much ♥

Words: 755

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: There’s not much angst here, there’s nothing to worry about, really.

Author notes: (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. Here is the song, I know I didn’t put the lyrics to it, but I couldn’t put the plot into them, so I just wrote something. Sorry for taking so long, I was really clueless on how to write it. @ilovebeingjoyful loves Steve so I’m tagging her :)

“Steve, baby…” You said with a guilty look in your face “I may have done the most reckless thing in the world…” You bit your lower lip while you kept your hands behind you because you had something to hide. “Man, this was not my idea” Sam defended himself with his hands up to his chest “She thought of it all along… but I may have taken her to the place” “Please don’t tell me you got a tattoo” Steve actually looked like an old dad reading that newspaper on the couch “(Y/N), don’t tell me you got a tattoo” “I guess I’m gonna leave you two alone” Sam kissed your temple and hurried to get out.   Steve had been your boyfriend for a while now; it wasn’t that long of a while but you still felt like it was forever. You loved him, you really did, but he was just so boring it killed you. You were not the adventurous type either, but you loved to go out and do some new things. Fortunately, Steve had the most outrageous group of friends that loved to do crazy shit.   This time it was Sam Wilson’s turn to join you in one of the craziness of yours. From the first time you met each other, you became really close; he was like a brother to you because he loved to do unplanned stuff and he could hear you out whenever you had those moments in which Steve could not get any more boring.   “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) what did you get?” Steve folded the paper and left it next to him. “Runes” You said, proudly showing your sore wrists that just had their share of ink. “And they mean?” He rose his blonde eyebrows. “This one is protection” You showed your right one and he examined it very closely; he was only missing the glass to look like a dad “And this one is movement” You showed him, trying to give him the hints “Sammy also got a tattoo, so we kinda had besties tattoos” “I mean, they look pretty but…” “It was either this or my constellation on my back” You pointed out “But you said it looked pretty to it doesn’t matter” You smiled widely and walked to the bedroom.   The next few days, between taking care of your new tattoos and going out with the female Avengers, you decided to give Steve the talk. You couldn’t bear the boredom of our life anymore. You needed to explore the world, and not be locked up in your apartment because he was afraid of you getting hurt or something of the sort.   You had packed your stuff already and left the bags on the living room. You had called Sam earlier that day of your farewell so he could pick you up and accept you back in his place (you two lived together before you went to live with Steve). You drank at least three cups of coffee before Steve arrived and the caffeine was getting into your system, but when he finally appeared through the door and saw the bags, he asked for an explanation immediately.   “Steve, I’m gonna leave you” You said bluntly; it was not the way you wanted to break down things to him “I can’t do this anymore… I feel like I’m stuck here with you” Your caffeine façade slowly started to disappear “I… I love you so much, but I can’t bear that the only thing that we do is cuddle and have sex. We don’t even try new stuff at sex! I have asked you a hundred times to dress up or getting tied up or whatever but you keep saying no” You bit your lip “I can’t live like this…” “You’re leaving me because I’m boring?” He asked, still not really getting the idea. “I’m leaving you because I’m bored… I can’t believe that to do something fun and different I had to go to a shooting range with Natasha and Maria… Steve, I do love you because you are great… But this is unbearable” He sighed, knowing that you were right and he hadn’t done anything to keep the fire alive “I’ll be with Sam just so you know… Think about it and think if you don’t want to lose me” You leaned forward to kiss his lips one last time. It broke your heart to do it, but eventually it’ll be for the best to see if Steve was actually willing to change his ways for you.

Tumblr I need help! I’m making facebook event for my eighteen birthday and I need creative fandom desription. Any Ideas? My fandoms are Doctor who, Harry Potter, Marvel, Tolkien, Star wars and Star Trek, Game of thrones, X files Hamilton and musicals in general