Spoilers For Stange New Worlds S02E01

After first episode of series 11

I don't like that new action film vibe but I absolutely love 13th Doctor. She is lovely, funny and she is exactly what we need right now. She is my Doctor <3

Bucky - "When You Love Someone, It's Worth Fighting For."

A/N: Some angsty and kinda sad Bucky for you guys! Yet again inspired by the prompt in the title. Featuring an appearance from best friend!steve.

You’d seen Bucky lose control before. The Winter Soldier was a rare occurrence now, the trigger words no longer had any hold over Bucky, but sometimes, in his sleep, when his defences were down, something would happen.

You’d known Bucky’s nightmares were a problem before you’d started dating him. More often than not he’d wake in a sweat, crying about some mission, some innocent he’d hurt. But, occasionally, he’d wake up, his eyes glazed over, Bucky no longer at the forefront and in control.

It had happened a few times. You’d wake to see him just sitting there, staring coldly at nothing in particular. You’d move slowly, softly saying his name, reminding him of little moments you’d shared, stories he’d told you of him and Steve, and eventually you’d have your boyfriend back.

Tonight was different.

You’d woken suddenly to a sharp pain in your ribs. You’d assumed it was simply Bucky struggling in his sleep but next thing you felt was a weight on top of you. Your eyes snapped open as you felt metal close around your neck. You inhaled sharply while you still could.

“Bucky,” you whispered, as calmly as you could. “Buck, it’s me, it’s Y/N. Come back to me.”

When that didn’t seem to work, you forcefully pushed your body into him. In his moments confusion, you jammed your arm up towards his throat working a leg free and kicking him in the stomach before jumping out of bed and backing away from him.

“Bucky?” you asked hesitantly.

You got no response. The man before you simply stared down at his own hands. You edged closer.

“Bucky?”

“No,” he said flinching away from you.

“It’s ok, Bucky, everything’s ok.”

“No it’s not,” his breathing was laboured and he swatted your hand away as you reached out to him. “Don’t touch me.”

“Bucky-”

“No. I promised I’d never hurt you. I said this only worked as long as you were safe, and you’re not.”

“Bucky, stop it. I’m fine,” you tried to assure him. “This never happens, it was a one off, everything is ok.”

You tried reaching out again, hoping to get him back to bed, but he stood up forcefully.

“I could have killed you,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he fled from your room.

The moment he was gone, you broke down. The sobs shook your body as you curled up in a ball on the floor by your bed. The shock of what happened caught up to you as the aching in your ribs suddenly throbbed. You couldn’t get that horrified look on Bucky’s face when he realised what had happened out of you head.

Steve suddenly appeared at your door, probably alerted by the banging of the door, given the force Bucky threw it open with.

“Y/N?” he called rushing to your side. “What happened? Are you ok?”

You sniffed and looked up at him. You saw his eyes widen as he brought his fingertips up to brush your neck.

“That wasn't…” he trailed off, looking at the bruising in horror.

“It was the nightmares again,” you got out between sobs. “It’s never been that bad. And now I don’t know where he is, but he probably won’t come back.”

“Who is he?”

“Bucky. He’s Bucky again. He realised what had happened and ran.”

You broke down again. Steve pulled you into his chest as you tried to calm yourself again. 

“I don’t know what to do,” your voice small behind the sobs.

“You still love him?”

“Of course. That wasn’t him. Bucky would never knowingly hurt me.”

“When you love someone, it’s worth fighting for. No matter the odds,” Steve encouraged you.

“Help me find him, and we’ll see if we can’t get him help. We stopped the trigger, we’ll stop this too.”

You dried your eyes, sniffed a few times and looked up at Steve with new determination. “Let’s find him.”

Deadpool's Sister

Peter x Reader girl x Deadpool(brother)

Imagine request: Hi! Could you write an imagine where the reader is Deadpool’s little sister and he finds out that she is dating Peter Parker (Tom Holland) knowing Deadpool, he becomes over protective because he doesn’t want her getting hurt or being in danger.

Warning: Deadpool… You know what to expect.

Note: Woo hoo! Another imagine! I thought these 2 would be cool together… just wait and read.

“Peter, shhh.” You said, pulling away from the kiss, trying to quiet down.

“If he hears us, so be it.” Peter tugged you into another kiss, flipping you onto the bed, where he was on top of you.

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Nightmares

by lunastars

“Shh, it’s okay.” The fingers of her left hand tangled in his hair, while the thumb of her right hand rubbed gentle circles over his cheek. “Breathe, Bucky. It was just a nightmare.”

Words: 700, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Wanda Maximoff

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Wanda Maximoff

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Nurse Bucky - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: So apparently my first follower unfollowed me. Like, okay, bye bitch. This girl even messaged me saying how she loved my stories. Then why would you unfollow? I’m lost. Anyways, I’ll save the drama for another time. I really hope she doesn’t see this and know its her. I’m sorry if you do.

Request: “ hey! could u do one where reader and Bucky r a couple and reader is sick or got hurt in a mission or hangover idk and Bucky gets all overprotective and takes care of her and she keeps saying she’s fine but she clearly isn’t!! super fluffy pls!!” by anon. ( pssst…these are my prompt lists: 1 , 2 )

Warnings: Slight language, a fever, idk if that’s a deal breaker

Words: 1075

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Snip Snip

Requested by: @awkwardsituation101

Since you take requests I’m going to annoy you some more if that’s okay. A Bucky x reader where she wants short hair so he helps her cut it? Thank you, you fantastic human

A/N: Idek I just really liked writing this it was so cute, thank you so much for the request! Keep em coming I’ll write whatever you guys want! Btw it took all the self-control in the world to not name this Snip Snap Padiwack or Snip Snip Motherfucker…

Warning: nada just enjoy!

Words: 1272

Bucky Barnes x Reader (they have like mid-back length hair but it’s gender neutral)

You were in one of the many bathrooms of Avengers Tower, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, throwing a long, wet lock of your hair over your shoulder. You bent over, pulling all your hair to the crown of your head, attempting to make a ponytail. You frowned again. Next, you twisted your hair around itself, trying for a bun. Still, this did not satisfy you. Braids? No…Ponytails? No…Fishtail? No…Curly, straight, wavy, it just wasn’t settling with you. You could find no satisfaction in the long tresses of hair falling past your chest.

Eventually, you gave up, and, gathering your things, you left the restroom. You had been in the showers connected to the training room, having just come from a workout. You were now in sweats and a light, loose fitting pajama shirt, figuring that you would just take the rest of the day easy. However, now, as you made your way to the floor that was home to your bedroom, you pondered doing something else.

Throwing your gym bag onto the floor as you entered your room, you enter the bathroom within your bedroom. It was identical to all of the other bathrooms that were connected to the other bedrooms in the Avengers Tower. when you walked in, the shower was to the left. The sink and toilet were to the right, and a small table composed of drawers was straight ahead.

You strode over to the table, digging around for a handheld mirror and a pair of scissors. After you found what you were looking for, you walked over to the sink, once again staring at your reflection. You spun around so your back was to the mirror on the wall. You help the other mirror in front of you so that you got a nice view of your back through the reflections of the mirrors working together. Your hair fell down to your mid back.

After some more experimentation, you realized that it was a feudal attempt, trying to reach around yourself to try to snip off the hair in the dead center of the back of your head. Plus, even if you could reach it properly, there was no way the ends would even resemble a straight line.

Sighing, you placed your tools on the sides of the sink and left your room, searching for help. Fortunately, while turning a corner, you literally ran into Bucky Barnes.

“Bucky!” You gasped, jumping backwards, “Lord, you scared me!”

“Sorry, darling,” Bucky said, rubbing his hands together, “My bad.” He let out a light laugh.

“No, it’s fine,” You said, grabbing his hand, “I need your help.”

Your fingers entwined with his as you led him to your room. You guys had been going out for almost a year now, and it was the happiest either of you had been in a while. Bucky especially.

When you got into the bathroom, you handed Bucky the scissors.

“O…kay?” Bucky asked.

“I want it off, Buck,” you said, pulling your hair to rest in front of your shoulders, “All of it, now.”

“All of it?” Bucky seemed incredulous, “Don’t you, like, wanna go an inch at a time or something?”

“Nope,” you stated, shaking your head, “I want it up to here,” you gestured to the top of your shoulder, “We can match.”

Bucky still looked very unsure about this whole thing. He looked at you, slightly concerned, as if you might have lost your mind but he wasn’t quite sure if he should be extremely worried or not yet.

“You’re sure you wanna do this, (Y/N)?” Bucky asked, “Because what if you do it and then you wish you hadn’t?”

You sighed and plopped down onto the edge of the bathtub.

“Bucky, I swear, I want to do it. Would you please just help me?” You asked, you were growing a little frustrated by his unsureness.

Bucky sat down next to you on your left and placed his hand over yours which had been gripping the side of the tub. He looked you straight in the eyes and gave you a little smile.

“I’m sorry, doll, I just don’t want to mess up.” Bucky told you, his hand still on yours, “Maybe you could cut a little in the front just so I can see where you want it at.”

Bucky was much more comfortable after you had shown him. He had held the mirror for you so that you could cut the first peice. You handed him back the scissors and straddled the tub, one foot inside it and one foot on the cool tiles outside of it. Bucky sat the same way behind you. The cold fingers of his metal hand brushed over the skin of your neck when he went to move some hair over your shoulder. Your flesh erupted in goose bumps at the sudden unexpected change in temperature. Bucky pressed a warm kiss to the same spot and let out a soft “sorry” against your skin.

You were pretty nervous now that Bucky had started, but it calmed you down that it was him doing this and no one else. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the soft sniiiip as the scissors cut through your hair, the soft ends tickling your skin as they fell onto the floor or into the bathtub. It went on for quite some time. You guessed that Bucky was trying to take his time, making sure he got the edges perfect the first time around.

“You doing okay?” Bucky asked a few times. You would just hum back a reply, keeping your eyes closed, trying to keep still, and trying not to think so much about how much lighter your head was starting to feel.

Finally, after seemingly a few hours, but what turned out to actually be only half of one, you were done.

“Okay,” Bucky said as he flicked a few last hairs off of your clothes, “You’re done.”

You went to grab the smaller mirror but Bucky snatched it away, “Wait, wait, wait, this calls for the big mirror.” Bucky smiled as he clamped his hands over your eyes.

He guided you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. Even though it was all dark, you could navigate the room pretty well, having lived there for almost your whole life. However, there were a few toes that were bumped and arms that were bruised, but that was alright because you loved hearing Bucky laugh and he thought the same about you.

Bucky steered you over to the wall with a full-body mirror on it. He positioned you directly in front of it and then all at ones he snatched his hands away and let a quiet “ta da!”

The first thing you did was run your fingers through it. It was so great to only have about a foot of hair. It was crazy, but it was great. Your mouth hung open slightly, but all you could do was touch your hair. This was so wonderful!

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked, hope and nerves seeping into his speech.

You turned to him and your arms flew around his neck, “I love it Bucky! Thank you so much I could not have done this by myself!”

Bucky laughed, wrapping his arms around your back and smiling into your short hair, “Thank God, I think I was more nervous than you.” He pressed a small kiss to the side of your head and the two of you got ready to go to dinner, you bouncing with excitement to show the rest of the team.

Be My Date

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Author’s Note: This idea literally came to mind after seeing these gifs of Seb in “Ricki and the Flash” Hope you like it!

It was another regular day for you in New York, singing loudly to yourself in the kitchen. You had your music blasting while you were washing dishes, swaying your hips to the beat of the song. You loved moments like this.

Until your door knocked, ruining the moment for you. You groaned and paused your music, making your way to the door to see who it was.

It was no other than your best friend, Bucky Barnes. What could he possibly need? He smiled brightly and greeted you with a hug.

“Uh, hey Bucky. I wasn’t expecting you to come over today.”

“Oh right, sorry I didn’t call you.”

You laughed and welcomed him into your apartment, closing the door from behind as he walked in. The both of you sat down on the couch in your living room.

“So.” You trailed off. “What’s up, Bucky?”

He smiled nervously at you, “I need your help on something.“ 

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“I don't want to ruin you.”

Request: “I just read through all the sentence prompts and I struggled to choose but can you write no.29 for Steve? :D” - @grimes-v-negan

A/N: Okay so I had so much fun writing this one even though it took a while.  I’m really hoping you guys like it!

Warnings: Some Civil War spoilers and slight angst???

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

“Hey Steve are you okay?” You said as you approached Steve who had a blank look on his face.

“No not really.”

You looked at him with a worried look upon your face.  “It’s about Bucky isn’t it?”

He nodded and frowned. “They’re coming after him and me.  I can’t let them get to him. He’s my best friend Y/N.  I just can’t watch them take him.”

“I know. I know. I just want you to know that I’m here for you.  I’m on your side.” You smiled.

“Thanks but the thing is this is most likely going to end up in a war amongst friends.” He paused and let out a sigh “I don’t want it that way and I don’t want you getting involved.” 

“Why?”

“Whenever there’s a war someone ends up getting hurt.”

“So what you’re saying is that  you don’t think I’m strong enough to handle this?”

“No, no.” He shook his head as he faced you. “It’s just that I-” He hesitated for a moment.

“You just what?” You asked a bit too aggressively.

He turned his face away from you and returned to staring out the window. “I don’t want to ruin you.  If you’re on my side you’re outside the law.  Your life could be over for you.”

“Steve listen to me.”  You placed your hand on his face so he could look at you. “I’m willing to fight for what I believe in and I’m willing follow you into battle.  We’re in this together.”

Steve sighed. “If you die its on me.”

“So? It’s my-”

Steve stopped you and removed your hand from his face. “ ‘So?’ What do you mean ‘so?’ You do realize how important you are?”

“Steve my life is a small price to pay if it means you win.”  You didn’t understand what Steve was getting worked up about.  He was always going on about fighting for what you believe in.

“You still don’t understand.”  You could slowly hear Steve’s voice tightening.  You had to admit you were also getting frustrated.

“So please tell me what I don’t understand.” You said disconcertedly.

“I-I-”

“Just say it already!’ You said with a sudden burst of annoyance.

“I love you!” Steve said loudly which sent shivers down your spine.  It also shocked you a bit to find out that he was in love with you.  You weren’t really sure how to respond but you definitely felt something for him too. You decided to take a step closer so your faces were only inches apart.  Your eyes met his.

“I love you too and that’s exactly why I’m always going to be right next-”

He didn’t even give you the chance to finish before he pressed his lips towards yours. The feeling of his warm lips brushing against yours felt so satisfying as if this was the moment you had always been waiting for.

Steve pulled away from the kiss that felt like forever. “I’m sorry.” He said with a cute smile that could make your heart melt.  “I just didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It’s okay as long as we take care of each other we’ll be alright.”

Omg! It's beautiful

A century’s sleep (A Good Omens piece based off Psyche surprising sleeping Cupid by Louis Jean François Lagrenée)

I’ve lost interest in painting this so here it is, unfinished. Also, i’m not calling it a repaint this time because I've strayed so far from the original it’s more of a “inspired by” or “loosely based off” rather than a repaint.