#one of my favorite details are the little blurs n smudges I put to make it look more like the old cartoons

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Did a few art trades on Discord with some awesome people <3 Here is one of my pieces where they requested Steamboat Mickey and Bendy hanging out! I love how it came out, I had a lot of fun making it!

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TRY ME (PART SEVEN)

Summary: You couldn’t stand Bucky Barnes, but as a part of the Avengers - You had no choice but to tolerate him. Until one day, mission gone ary - you realize that something else sparks between the two of you, in the most unexpected way.

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Swearing, Violence

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Bucky Barnes

Fear and nervousness coursed through your veins, you walked slowly off the airship. You could almost hear your heartbeat ringing throughout your ears. Everything was blur, the way Steve briefed everyone, leaving the big details of your shared discussion under wraps. No one knew what you were about to do, only Steve. To not draw attention, you paired with Bucky. This mission was set at sea. That was where you signaled the trade off. You knew that if things went south, Steve could get them out the team out of there quickly. You were quiet, Bucky clearly taking notice.

“Whats going on with you, Doll?” He cocked his gun, assembling it to his uniform.

“Nothing.” You smiled as best you could, tapping softly to his chest. 

“You’re a horrible liar.” Bucky breathed out, looking over your features. 

“We’ve got two men heading your way lovebirds.” Nat’s voice clicked in the com.

“Nice nickname.” You smiled, making your way to the men. 

Bucky made his way behind you, taking the other man in one swift movement. Learning your favorite move from Natasha, you quickly wrapped your legs around the man’s throat, hearing a loud crack he fell to the ground. You sighed, removing yourself. 

“That was sexy.” Bucky winked, “Maybe you could wrap your legs like that around me later.”

“Your pressing your com button, Romeo.” Sam’s voice spoke in both of your ears.

You laughed lightly.

“Can you please not talk about your sexcapades?” Clint’s voice piped up.

“Bad enough we can’t sleep because you two idiots.” Sam’s voice was teasing.

“Shut up they’re in love.” Nat laughed lightly, “By the way I take credit for that sexy move.”

The both you and Bucky smiled at your teams remarks. You made your way down the ship, keeping an eye out for any unwanted adversaries. As you neared the control room, you knew what was coming up. 

“Are you pissed off at me for some reason?” Bucky sighed.

“No, why would you think that?” You turned to him, smiling softly. 

“I dont always know with you, Doll. For some time there you hated my guts.” He chuckled.

“I only hated you, because you were being stupid.” You winked, “Not to mention I may still have a grudge against you for that leggy blonde you sauntered in front of me.”

“I’ll have you know I didn’t sleep with her.” He chuckled, “What about that drunk idiot you brought home?”

“Didn’t sleep with him either, Babe.” You laughed.

“I see how it is, Im just too good, can’t have anyone else.” Bucky playfully nudged you, his mouth close to your ear.

“Someone’s feeling cocky.” You raised a brow in his direction.

He motioned below his belt, looking down with a grin on his face, “Im sorry, I thought you liked that.”

You erupted in laughter at his actions, sometimes you wondered how on earth you hated him for so long. 

“It’s time.” Steve’s voice was in your left ear, the separate line you both had, so no one from the team could hear you. You smile fell, remembering what was about to happen. 

“Alright, I’ve got about 15 Agents in the control room. Rendezvous in 5.” Steve now spoke on the Team line. 

“Wanda and I will take guard.” Sam piped up.

“Nat and I will take some of them out. Who’s getting the hard drive?” Clint’s voice spoke.

“Leave that to me” Steve’s voice was almost too quiet.

You remembered that he told the team there was a hard drive that needed to be extracted, that was lie. What was about to happen was much more complicated. You, Bucky, and Steve would enter the control room. Sam, Wanda, Clint, and Natasha would wait outside until Steve gave the go ahead to take the Agents out. Once the trade off is made, they would get the hell out of there with the control now in their hands. You blinked softly, as you finally made your way to Steve. The three of you waited a moment. 

“Ready?” Steve said quietly to you.

You fashioned your weapon, nodding slowly to him. As you walked through the door, each Hydra operative stood very still. Bucky’s gun flew upwards, ready to shoot off whoever came his way. But no one moved. Bucky looked to you and Steve, clearly confused. Steve sighed, nodding his head to you. You dropped your gun, putting your hands behind your head. 

“Ah. Looks like you made the right decision, Agent.” The man who had visited you made his way behind the men, “Ah, I see you’v brought you little plaything as well.”

“Im here, you got me. Leave him alone.” You breathed out.

“Y/N, whats going on?” Bucky’s gun held tightly to his jaw.

“Oh she did not tell you, did she Winter Soldier? Your precious little lover was a former Hydra Agent, a good one too…Until she left to play House with you, and the Avengers.” The man sneered.

You looked to Bucky’s eyes, your hands still over your head. He blinked to you, his eyes tearing up.

“Take her.” The man snapped, and just like that, your arms were yanked away. The men lifted your arms above you again, cuffing you tightly to the pipes above you. Bucky lunged forward, only to have Steve keep his promise. He held Bucky back, pain written across his face.

“Why the hell do you need her?” Bucky struggled under Steve’s hold.

“She’s going to be an example, Barnes. That no hero can be trusted. I am sure going to enjoy her blood spilling for Hydra. A new rise shall come, and the Avengers will fall.” The man hissed out, making his way to you, “Why not give a little preview?”

A sharp knife pressed to your lower abdomen, the sharp tip pressing into you. You winced lightly, trying to hold back showing any pain. 

“Stop.” Bucky glared to him.

The man ignored, pressing harder into you you cried out this time, you began to feel the blood fall lightly against your skin.

“I swear to God i’ll kill you.” Bucky’s voice now boomed across the room. 

“Bucky its okay.” You looked to him, trying to catch his attention, “Steve. Go.”

“No, are you crazy? What the hell are you doing?” Bucky breathed out, his eyes now red around the rim. 

“Bucky, Go. I’m fine.” You breathed, smiling to him, trying your best to reassure him. 

Steve began to tug at his arm, Bucky looking to you, heartbreak crossing his features.

“Dont leave me.” Bucky’s words pierced all the way to your soul, and you were ready to give up, to run back to him. But you knew if you did, they’d kill him.

You nodded to Steve as he pulled Bucky away, struggling. Before the both of them left the door, The man before you thrusted forward, The wind taken completely out of your lungs. You looked down to see the knife sticking from your wound. The room began to blur, and blackness filled your vision. Bucky’s scream was the last thing you heard, before you passed out.

You jolted awake at the loud hum of your surroundings. You thrashed your arms forward, a jolt of pain shooting through your body. Your vision coming to you, you looked around to see nothing but darkness. You looked up, now feeling a cloth wrapped in your mouth. You saw your hands still cuffed to something, your wrists red and sore from the struggle of trying to break free. Your eyes traveled downwards, to see your abdomen wrapped tightly in bandages. Your bare skin was smudged and dirty, and you were left in your bra. Tears fell silently as terror began to surface. You looked around to see any clue as to where you were. You had no idea. The floors were wet, and dark, as well the rest of the room. It was cold, and dark. 

“Ah, I see you’re awake.” 

The man who definitely stabbed you walked slowly into the wet, dark room. You thrashed, not caring what pain it caused you. 

“Why so angry, Agent?” The man laughed, removing the cloth from your mouth.

“You asshole. You did that so he would see, he shouldn’t have had to witness you doing that to me.” You cried out. 

“I wanted to leave him with a pretty goodbye image.” 

Anger rose in you, not caring how much pain it would cause you again, you thrusted your leg forward. You placed a hard kick to his jaw, clearly causing damage. His face now resided with blood. 

“Im going to kill you.” You hissed out. 

“I wouldn’t be taking so confidently sweetheart, Shield will not come for you.” He wiped his mouth.

You kept quiet, his words taking no toll on you. 

“Now you are quiet? You are truly a wonderful Agent, such a shame you wasted your time on the Avengers….Even The Winter Soldier. Do they really mean that much to you, are you willing to risk your life for little playtoy, You Winter Soldier?” He laughed manically. 

You huffed, spitting blood out of your mouth.

“Try Me.” You hissed. 

“You should have known Agent…..Hydra never takes up on a deal with Shield. You should know he is going to be the first kill order. Such a waste of a great weapon. Maybe we will kill him, or maybe put his brain back in the blender. He wouldn’t even remember you.” The man laughed again.

You thrashed angrily, screaming out to him. You felt the blood begin to trickle again. 

“I dont fight for shield.” You sneered, knowing that if the plan had been carried out right. The time was getting near. 

“Oh, is that so? Who the hell do you fight for then? Bucky Barnes?” The man laughed again.

As if the time couldn’t have been more perfect, the door flew open. Thankfully they found you, You could hear the gunshots outside now, You knew your team wouldn’t abandon you, and you knew they could take them out. Bucky walked through, and your heart felt like it leap from your chest, you’ve never been more happy to see anyone in your whole life. The man protested, empty threats filling the air, Bucky kicked him backwards and with one punch, Bucky knocked him out. 

“You’re damn right she does.” Bucky breathed out. 

You smiled to him, tears filling your eyes. Suddenly realizing, the bandage was soaked, and your head began to spin. Bucky rushed to you, uncuffing your bruised hands. As soon as you were free, your legs gave out underneath you, dropping to his touch. His eyes scanned you, he was clearly terrified.

“Dont you dare.” Bucky took a sharp breath.

“Im fine.” You coughed, and you could clearly feel the blood forming in your throat. 

“Don’t leave me, Doll.” He smiled softly, pressing to your wound.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You blinked, you couldn’t help but tear up.

He smiled, ripping apart what clothing he had to cover your wound. 

You noticed Steve rushing into the room, calling for medical quickly. 

Your breathing began to slow, and you started to blink quickly. You looked at Bucky, his face was drenched with what looked like tears.

“So goddamn stubborn. Keep your eyes open.” Bucky cried, laughing softly.

“Alright.” You smiled to him, and your vision began to blur again. You saw various people around you now above you. A pair of piercing blue eyes met yours, and you felt a familiar touch to your lips. 

Gentle.

Soft.

Warm.

Bucky’s.

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Safe Haven- Prologue: Getting Out

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Pairing: Sam x Reader Characters: The reader, the reader’s bitch ass husband, helpful neighbor, and a few other unnamed ones (Sam’s not in this chapter because it’s the prologue! But he’s in all the other ones!)  Warnings: This is based off of a movie where the main character is running away from her abusive husband, if that’s a trigger don’t read this series please.  Summary: This will be a Sam Winchester x reader rewrite of the movie Safe Haven, but of course I’ll add a few little twists of my own cause why not;)  Tag List: @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione@mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@spnfanficpond​ @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione@mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond​ @amanda-teaches  @myplaceofthingsilove  @spectaculicious@bambinovak@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010@mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat@spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage@evyiione@winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke@therewillbeblood@megansescape@taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester@notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137

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Living with him, with your husband, Tom, had been suffocating. 

Everyday you’d stay home, you’d wash the dishes, and clean the house. You’d make a picture perfect dinner, put on your fanciest clothes and await his return from work. 

You’d pray and pray that nothing went wrong, that the silverware was all perfectly straight and there weren’t any smudges on the wine glasses. For Tom was a perfectionist, and he was quick to blame you for any imperfections. You’d also pray that he hadn’t been drinking, and that he had a good day at work, because if he hadn’t you’d of course be blamed for that as well.

Getting out of that household had been one of the hardest things you’d ever done, and it had nearly killed you. 

You'd never forget the details of that night, because they drudged themselves up in your dreams every time you fell asleep. 

It was a warm evening in the middle of June, right around the time when you’d start turning the air conditioning on all day instead of just at night when Tom was there. Any other time of the year he’d give you grief about “wasting it on yourself,” but for some reason the summer time was an exception, so you took what was offered to you. 

That night you wore a sleek fitted black dress, heels and a necklace Tom had gotten you for your two year anniversary. On the table you’d laid out a homemade roast along with Tom’s favorite wine, a dark red which you didn’t care for but pretended to love. From the outside looking in, the dinner you’d set up seemed perfect- a perfect meal for a perfectly happy couple. 

But it was all fake. 

The dress, the wine, the roast, even the way you wore your hair, they were all in attempt to make him happy, but it wouldn’t work. Every night it was the same thing, the same dance between the two of you. The only thing that varied was Tom’s behavior, and that was terrifyingly unpredictable. 

When he’d gotten home you could already smell the alcohol on his breath, cheap and disgusting it filled the house. He stumbled through the door and tossed his coat aside for you to pick up and put into the closet, along with his shoes and his brief case as well. 

After that was done you lead him into the dining room with a smile plastered onto your face, “Honey, I made roast, your favorite.” 

“I’m tired of roast,” He grumbled and took his seat, sipping wine from the glass you’d already filled, “This wine’s good though,” 

“I’m glad you like it,” You smiled before turning into the kitchen to retrieve the roast, “I’ll be right back, Honey.” 

When you returned the dish was heavy in your arms, and you felt yourself straining to keep it upright as you set it down on the table in front of him, “Here you go,” 

“Thanks,” He mumbled before beginning to serve himself, piling heaps of chicken and roasted vegetables onto his plate before taking a long swig from his wine glass. You took your seat across from him and waited until he was finished before taking a helping for yourself. 

“This is good,” Tom looked up at you before taking another sip of wine, “I like the carrots.” 

Your heart leapt at his compliment- but not because you wanted his approval. No, not at all, you were just happy he wasn’t angry. Because when he was angry, you always got the blunt end of it. Another 30 minutes of pleasant conversation passed and you thought you were in the clear, but that was when you made your first mistake.

After clearing all of the dishes, including Tom’s, you went to take his glass and the wine bottle back into the kitchen. But just as you reached for them, he grabbed your wrist and said, “Did I say I was done with that?” 

“No, no, I’m sorry,” You said before putting the bottle back, “I just thought you’d had enough-” 

“You thought I had ‘enough?!” His grip on your wrist tightened and you found yourself biting your lip to keep from crying out, “Didn’t realize you controlled how much I eat and drink now?” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-” You tried to apologize, you’d do anything to avoid a fight at that point, but he pressed on, “You know I do everything for you! I go out everyday and I work my ass off, to provide for your lifestyle. I think I’m entitled to a nice home cooked meal and a glass of wine when I come home- don’t you think?!” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off, “But that’s not what I get! I come home to a controlling bitch of a wife telling me what to eat and how much to drink!” 

“I wasn’t telling you how much to drink, I’m sorry,” You tried to apologize again, but this time he took a fistful of your hair and slammed your head down onto the table. You were completely stunned, and when you stood back up you felt blood flow freely from your nose and onto the carpet below. 

“Oh look,” Tom stood up from the table with a loud creak of his chair, “Well don’t just stand there, clean it up!” 

But you were too busy plugging your nose to keep it from bleeding to hear him. So you didn’t respond at first, which only made him angrier, “(Y/N)?! Are you ignoring me?!” 

It then escalated so quickly that it was all a blur. 

But the next thing you knew he was choking you and you were grabbing a knife from the roast and sinking it into his abdomen. He cried out and twisted from behind, leaving you gasping for breath on the dining room floor. 

When you finally recovered he was still lying there screaming at you from the other side of the room, but you didn’t pay attention as you ran into your bedroom and started to pack a back. When you were finished, your hands were shaking so badly that you couldn’t close the zipper. So you settled with holding it closed as you ran out the front door, Tom still on the dining room floor screaming at you as you left. 

You ran as fast as you could across the lawn and to your neighbor Mrs. Rhode’s house. Mrs. Rhodes was the sweet old lady next door who knew about Tom’s treachery, and had started stitching you up when he forbid you from going to the hospital. 

She’d tried dozens of times to tell the police about his abuse. But being as Tom was a high up police officer himself, it never worked, and you always got hurt as a result. So she stopped trying to save you and started just helping instead, brightening your days whenever she could all without Tom’s knowledge. 

“M-Mrs. Rhodes!!” You banged on her front door, smearing it with both you and Tom’s blood that was still on your hands, “Mrs. Rhodes! I-I-I need help!!” 

A few seconds later the door opened and Mrs. Rhodes gasped, “Oh- oh my god, who’s blood is that?!” 

“It’s T-Tom’s, and m-mine,” You started babbling and she quickly ushered you inside, “Come here, honey, it’s okay, come on in.” 

“What do I do?! He’s going to kill me, Mrs. Rhodes he’s going to kill me,” You cried and cried into her shoulder, but she knew exactly what to do next. 

“Honey, I’ve had a plan for you to get out since I first found out about him,” She cooed and smoothed your hair, “It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay.” 

The rest of the night was spent changing your appearance and buying you a bus ticket to nowhere- you had to disappear. Mrs. Rhodes cut your hair to shoulder length and dyed it blonde instead of its usual brown, anything to make you unrecognizable from the person you were before. She’d even run over to your house and snuck through the back door to pack you a proper bag, finding Tom passed out on the floor while she was doing so. 

Hours later she’d driven you to the bus station and you were ready to start over. With a quick kiss on the cheek, she sent you off on the nearest bus and told you to call her from a payphone when you were safe. You nodded and thanked her, before settling back into the bus seat and falling asleep- content on riding until the last stop and getting as far away from your old life as possible.