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Tlou s2e2 hit so hard it teleported me back to high school. I started drawing again (which after traumatic expierience with art school is a big win for me yay!)

I know this doesn’t even resemble Pedro (somehow it reminds me more of Joel from the games. How? I don’t have the slightest idea 😂). Should I add more moths or leave it with only white? It will be a diptych with Ellie with fern and moths. The whitest part is made in Posca markers. I tried to save it by adding more in soft pastel to mute it a little but well… let’s just say I went with the flow and here we are. What should I change? What can I add? Pls be gentle 🫣 also I’m adding my reference (Photoshoot from Esquire April 2023)

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I Need You - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and the reader, whose room is just across the hall from Bucky’s, jumps at the chance to comfort him and make sure he is okay. Warnings: Scary PTSD nightmares~ otherwise all fluff!! <3<3 A/N: I am taking requests!! Send ‘em in!

The nightmares weren’t often, but when they were Bucky had the worst trouble sleeping. He was plagued with revisiting his days as the Winter Soldier in his dreams, when he committed countless crimes and hurt a lot of innocent people. Bucky hated these nightmares and the nights they would occur, he would often wake up in a hot sweat and not be able to get back to sleep.

But tonight was different. The nightmares were back for the first time in a while but they were worse than ever before. In his dream, he was once again the Winter Soldier. At his hands, he saw the weapons he used to hurt families, children… the screams of all the innocent people he hurt were filling his ears. Outside of his dream he knew he was tossing and turning. 

That was when he saw his friends, The Avengers, laying on the ground in front of him. They weren’t moving and they all appeared to be sleeping or something. But Bucky knew that in his dream, he had hurt them. He had hurt you.

Bucky woke with a startle, a scream escaping his lips. But then you came running in his bedroom and he looked up at you, scared and confused.

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Come back soon *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Requested by @that-awkward-blonde-chick-xo : Your fanfics are on fleek❤️ could you write one were the prompt is: “I looked out the window and sighed, was he ever gonna get back?” And have it be a Bucky x Reader?? Warnings: Swearing, minor angst and fluff Admins Note: STEPHANIE YOU SWINE, enjoy this. – Ro (Low Key changed the prompt slightly to fit my writing style better, love you Natasha – Kik Nat, you beautiful human)

Inspired by the Bucky edition of In My Time of Dying & A Red Rose

1940’s

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU SIGNED?” You yelled, frowning deeply at your boyfriend of almost two years, his grin turning into a frown; if you weren’t so mad you’d comment on how great he looked in a uniform but you were angry, no, terrified for his life. You knew this day would come, you hoped the war would have been over before this happened, it wasn’t over and now he had sighed. You sighed gently, tears forming in your eyes at the thought of him not coming back to you, you couldn’t even look at him because you were so mad; he pulled the hat off and placed it on the table before walking to you, you stepped back just as fast and h frowned ever more “I need a few minutes, James” you tell him and leave the dining room.

“(Y/N)?” he knocked on the bedroom door gently, you look up, he sighs as he sees your eyes red and puffy, from crying no doubt “Doll, c’mere” you refuse and he walks to you and kneels down in front of you and lifts your chin with a finger so you have no choice but to look into his blue eyes, he has a gentle smile, almost affectionate. “I’ll come back, always.” You nod and let out a sigh, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand and sniffing, fresh tears on the brink of the dam and Bucky pulls you to him for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck; he’d never admit how scared he is to leave, terrified like you, he doesn’t want to leave you or home. He wants to stay here, where he can protect and love you, also Steve but he had to remain strong for you and himself.

“Just…” you trail and he pulls back “come back soon?” you asked and he nodded, running a hand through your (H/C) hair, he was going to miss this; the feel of you, your smile and smell, he pulled you to him and kissed you gently. It was almost as if his lips weren’t even on yours with how gentle he was, it was filled with all the words he needed but couldn’t say to you, plus a promise of return and a hint of hope but it also told you that he was afraid… like you but that no matter what he’d be home, he’d come home, soon.

 **

Brooklyn felt cold and empty without him, it felt dark and silent, everything a home shouldn’t be. It was worse with the fact Steve had ran off to join the army too, resulting in him becoming Captain America, at least they were together but it didn’t help ease your worrying and aching heart for Bucky, and Steve. Brooklyn didn’t feel like home, Bucky took that feeling with him, you knew it wouldn’t be the same without him but a part of you felt as though you could carry on; impossible, Bucky had been a part of your life for two years, wiggling his way into every nook and crevice of your life.

You sighed as you ate dinner at a diner with your friend, her guy s returned on medical leave, as much as you wanted to be happy for them… you were envious; he lost a leg but still, here they were both sat shaking a milkshake as you enviously stared at them, remembering the double dates Bucky dragged you on for Steve and his other couple friends. You told him to return in one piece but the longer you went without him the more you considered not caring about a loss of a limb.

You looked out the diner window and sighed, was he ever gonna get back? What if he is one of the unlucky ones that don’t return, how could you possibly move on from him? You wouldn’t even think about it, he promised, he said he’d come back soon and you were holding him to that. He promised you a forever, so, you’d believe him.

Present Time

Bucky stands over you, it’s silent as he tries to find the right words for you, he didn’t know how to apologise or even begin to word his emotions because it’s been so long, too long. The air is cold and tense, Bucky frowned as he tried to form some kind of sentence, some string of words that will tell you how sorry he is, how much he loves you but nothing sprang to mind and Bucky just remained standing… in silence.

He sighs gently “I don’t know what to say” he mumbled into the air “I don’t – I can’t begin to explain all of what happened, what kept me from returning to you, what made me so late for… this” his voice was quiet, soft and low, almost unheard unless you were standing next to him and he becomes silent again “I don’t know what to do, I’m so lost, (Y/N)” he sighed and let his head drop, staring at his shoes and he wipes his eyes but the tears form quickly after “I messed up the day I signed, I messed up, the day I put that uniform on was the day you lost me” he cries silently to himself, he thought he was stronger than this, he thought he could be stronger for you.

He’s silent as he tries to figure out what more is there is to say, he can’t think properly as the silence consumes him, he looks at you for a long moment and his heart aches because the picture is wrong. He was too late, gone for too long and missed you by a few years, even though he was alive but you missed him a chance to one last time see his face. He stares at the gravestone in front of him, your name clearly etched into it, he sighs gently knowing this is all in vain; you can’t hear him or feel him here but in this moment he likes to pretend you do. That you’re standing beside him, holding his hand and smiling up at him, that after a while you’ll tug on his hand and pull him away leading him to wherever because he was always chasing after you.

“I should get going” he sighed out, smoothing the stone with his human hand, running his fingertips gently over the smoothness of it and its cold. He remembers you were always cold, always staying close to him because he was warm, he remembers the obvious things but he has forgotten the feel of you and the smell. He can’t remember the perfume you used to wear, Natasha has spent hours spraying old perfumes to help him remember, nothing stands out in his mind and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the exact smell because it was mixed with… you. He can’t remember the exact colour of your eyes, photos never have done your eyes justice, they were beautiful and captivating but he can’t remember them.

“I don’t know when I’ll come back” he admits “seeing you… without actually seeing you, it’s difficult, I can’t – it hurts that I let you down and left you alone” he sniffs and pulls his hand away “but I’ll come back soon, I promise, I won’t let you down ever again” he steps back and walks down the path, it won’t ever get easier for him.

(Hope you liked this, took some time to actually get right, fortunately, I got inspiration from past stuff I’ve written. Remember you can request; imagines, headcanons and one shots by myself and Angie. Yo! We take smut requests also, so, send those in - Rosalee)

IMAGINE: You were “Peggy” TITLE: There Is No Future Without You (GIRL READER) _

1942 wasn’t your year. Being a female during this time was hard, especially when you worked for the government. You worked for an organization called Strategic Scientific Reserve; SSR for short. To make matters worse you were assigned to work with the military for a new project. Today was the day you met the new recruits and you weren’t the least bit excited.

You walked with a kick in your step. You eyed the men in front of you stopping to stare a few seconds longer at the shortest and scrawniest of the bunch. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was cute. You continued to analyze the group as you spoke loudly, “Gentlemen, I’m Agent L/N. I supervise all operations of this division.”

“Hey, sweet cheeks. What’s a gal like you doing working for the US Army?” One of the men spoke.

You refrained yourself from smirking. You looked at him with a firm look, “What’s your name, soldier?”

He smirked. “Gilmore Hodge, sweetheart.”

“Step forward, Hodge.” He glanced at his friends before doing as told and moved to stand in front of you, “Put you right foot forward.”

“Are we dancing? Cause I got a few moves I know you’ll like.” That was all he needed to say for you to snap. Without a second thought you, you through your fist feeling as it connected with his face.

-

The car had been silent with a hint of awkward. You sat up straight, waiting for you two to make it to the facility. The moment you saw Steve you knew he would be picked. He may not have been the biggest, or the tannest, but he had the heart and will that was needed. You had just hoped he would be the only subject. You didn’t know if you could take watching others be put through the testing.  

“I know this neighborhood.” Steve spoke,” I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner.” He pointed out each place like it was some kind of achievement, which it kind of was.

You refrained yourself from chuckling, “Did you have something against running away?”

“You start running they’ll never let you stop. You stand up, push back.” The two of you locked eyes, “Can’t say no forever, right?”

“I know a little of what that’s like. To have every door shut in your face.” All those times you tried to be more than just the girl in the RSS you would always be shoved back down. You were never given the chance to show your potential.

“I guess I just don’t know why you’d want to’ join the army if you’re a beautiful dame. Or a beautiful…a woman. An agent, not a dame! You are beautiful, but-”

You smiled softly at his awkwardness, “You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?”

“This is the longest conversation I’ve had with one.” He smiled sheepishly, “Women aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on.”

“You must have danced?” You couldn’t believe that anyone would not give such a gentleman a chance. If you weren’t under strict orders to not get involved with anyone at work, then you might have given the blonde a chance.

“Well, asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. And the past few years just didn’t seem to matter that much. Figured I’d wait.” He shrugged.

“For what?” You asked in curiosity.

“The right partner.”

-

“Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just effect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?” Steve poured himself a glass of what you assumed was alcohol while he barely glanced at you as you approached him.

“Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects.” You replied knowingly. You took a seat next to him unsure of what to say. You were never good at comforting people. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Did you read the reports?” Steve asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Yes.” You answered.

He finally looked you in the eye, “Then you know that’s not true.”

You placed your hand onto his. “You did everything you could.” You swallowed thickly as your hand began to grip his, “Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him?” He barely nodded. “Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He must have thought you were worth it.”

Your words seemed to strike a cord with him as he squeezed your hand, “I’m goin’ after Schmidt. I’m not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

You smiled in return, “You won’t be alone.”

-

“Wait!” You stopped the taller man. Trying to grip his suit, you pulled him into kiss that nearly stunned him, “Go get him.”

Steve looked at Phillips as a blush covered his pale cheeks. Phillips rolled his eyes, “I’m not kissin’ you!”

Steve looked back you taking the words from the Colonel as a single to leave. He smiled before he ran off. If you had just known that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a very long time.

-

The radio sounded loudly. Whoever was trying to contact you wasn’t very understand with the static, but you knew who it was. You were quick to press the button to talk to him, “Steve, is that you? Are you alright?”

“Y/N! Schmidt’s dead.”

Steve. He was alive. You almost shouted in glee at his voice. Almost.

“What about the plane?” You asked in hope.

“That’s a little bit tougher to explain.” He responded quickly.

You bit your lip. “Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.”

“There’s not going to be a safe landing.” His next words tore your heart, “But I can try and force it down.”

“I’ll get Howard on the line, he’ll know what to do.” You tried to reason. Your eyes were already glazing over as your gripped the com tighter.

“There’s not enough time. This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Your voice wavered, “We have time. We can work it out.”

“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice.”

You sniffled. You were struggling to keep your tears in your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“Y/N?” His voice came out softer.

“I’m here.”

“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.” Steve’s voice broke at the last word. He wasn’t going to come back.

“Alright.” You played long with this fantasy, “A weak, next Saturday, at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.”

“Eight o'clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late!” A tear escaped your eye, “Okay?”

“You know; I still don’t know how to dance.” He grunted on the other end.

“I’ll show you how.” You smiled sadly, “Just be there.”

“You’ll have the band play somethin’ slow. I’d hate to step on your-” Static.

“Steve?” You asked. No reply. Your lips let out a sob, but your hand never left the button as you spoke, “Remember, don’t be late.”

-

“You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just- I had a date.” _ DATE: February 1st, 2016

NOTES: I made myself sad

Unexpected News - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by anonymous

Prompt: “We have to get out of here…I’m pregnant.”

A/N: I hope this doesn’t suck, BECAUSE I LIKE IT

“Ready, doll?” The Winter Soldier smiled over at you.

You nodded at him, anxiety washing over you. Last night you figured out that you were pregnant and you still haven’t said a word to your husband. The Avengers were called for a mission so you thought that it was best to not give the team a distraction.

I’ll tell him after. You reassured yourself.

He reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You took a deep breath and returned your focus to the metal doors in front of you.

“Now, (Y/N).” Cap instructed you. You raised your hands and glared at the doors. They began to dent and were soon lying on the floor in crumbled pieces.

You ran in after Nat and she took out three of the agents while you used your gift to throw around huge objects, distracting them. She turned around and shouted a you. “I’ve got the rest of them! Go with Bucky and help him disable the alarms.”

You took off for your husband, grabbing his bionic arm after he knocked out another agent. “Nat said to shut down the alarms. Let’s go.” He nodded and the two of you ran for the next set of doors which you took down easily. Behind them was a row of panels in which two men were seated at. They looked at you in horror as you lifted them with your mind and threw them to opposite walls. Bucky was already fumbling with the switches but the alarms were still wailing. Finally he gave up and just slammed his fist through the main panel. The sirens quieted and the two of you sighed in relief.

All of a sudden, Sam’s voice sounded through the small speaker in your ear. “Clint’s got eyes on hostiles, fifty maybe more. Run now!”

“Buck, we gotta go. More are coming.” By the time the two of you made it back into the main passageway, the enemies were already filtering in. You were overcome with terror and looked over to your husband. “We have to get out of here now…I’m pregnant…” Your worried eyes stared into his.

“What?” His face switched from shock, to confusion, to anger.

About six other what?’s echoed in your ear. You weren’t thinking that everyone could hear you.

You tore your eyes away from him and picked off a few of the men entering the doorway. He busied himself with fighting as you spoke to the others.

“Anyone wanna help us out here? Sam? Tony?”

“Got it.” Sam swooped back inside and knocked more out with his wings. Tony followed suit, shooting at them from above.

“Where’s Cap?” You asked in fear.

“With Romanoff. They’ll finish the rest as long as we fight these guys off.” Tony replied.

“I can’t believe you came on this mission without telling me!” Bucky shouted from next to you, still in the midst of combat.

You twisted the arm of a man who came running at you. Then you kicked his feet out from under him and harshly collided your foot with his face, knocking him out.

“I just didn’t want you to worry.” You yelled back.

“Too late now! I worry about you enough and now you tell me that you’re carrying my child!”

“I’m sorry!” You started to cry out of frustration.

Tony’s voice came into your earpiece. “Can’t you guys argue about this later?”

Bucky ignored him. “I’m going to get you out of here, okay?”

“Okay.”

“We got it. Headed back your way.” Nat said.

Bucky used his metal arm and punched his victim in the stomach, sending him flying. By now only a few were left, which Tony and Sam were taking on without any problem. Your husband rushed over to you and wrapped you in his arms tightly. “You’re insane. Are you alright?” He pulled back and examined you up and down with worried eyes.

“I’m fine.” You smiled guiltily up at him.

“No more missions until our child is born, alright?” He said sternly.

You nodded. “I promise. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “God, I love you.” He roughly pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. You threw your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his dark hair. You were so caught up in one another that you almost didn’t hear Sam. “Alright, congrats you guys but let’s not undress each other right here.”

You pulled away breathless and blushed, fixing your hair and rubbing your lips. Once everyone was back on the jet, you and Bucky sat side by side with your fingers intertwined. “I love you…I’m so happy to be having your child.” You smiled up at him.

“Me too, doll.” He placed his lips on yours and you smiled as you heard the rest of the team groan.

Healing Wounds

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3661

Warning: Strong cliches (miscommunication, bed sharing, etc.)

Summary: You and Mr. Metal Arm are ex-friends, but a mission leaves you stranded and you’re forced to stay in a motel room together. The catch? There’s only one bed.

Notes: why are my stories so long compared to everyone else’s?

if you have a request, my requests are open! also, if you want a part two to this (for some odd reason??? it’s a standalone, but if you like the personality of the reader, i guess) let me know!

Exhaustion plagued your body, but you kept a stern expression and marched on, despite being fairly slow. Bucky trudged along next to you, but you could tell he was slowing his pace down to match yours. The both of you were in the middle of nowhere, having gone on a mission with no extraction team. You were somewhere in America, at least you knew that, and the both of you were walking through a forest. It could be worse as you could have ended up in Arizona or somewhere ridiculously hot. The temperature in the forest was slightly warm for your tastes, especially due to all the gear you were wearing.

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