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Bucky blinked a couple of times in the darkness. What time was it, even? He should be sleeping, the team needed to be up and moving again in the morning but he couldn’t shake the cold that had settled in his bones long enough to relax. 

Bucky looked out the windowpane, and watched the snowflakes take their dance in the wintry air, pure water made all the more beautiful by the crystalline form. It was a pleasant view to watch at first, but when he turned his gaze up his stomach dropped. Snow clouds, silver and black, in a multitude of precious-metal hues, adorned the sky as if they were longing to kiss the land. His face turned pale in shock as lightning recharged his soul while the thunder resonated so deep in his bones.

Pulling away from the window, Bucky acknowledged how scared he was. It was then when those bad memories cut loose their chains and invaded his confidence, eroding the person he has built since those dark days. 

He tried to mask his emotions, shut them down. Nevertheless, they troubled him more than he ever imagined now that he was no longer the Winter Soldier. 

Nervously, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it. Breathing shallowly, he swung his head upon a familiar voice calling out his name.

“You can’t let those nightmares hunt you down forever, Buck,” you said as you stepped into the view, glass in hand. 

“They aren’t nightmares,” he said, gulping a lump down his throat. As you sat down next to him, ready to listen, he looked at you and continued, “Can’t you see? That’s what I am, chaos in every aspect.”

With a sympathetic look, you shook your head and caressed his cheek. “No. That thing out there is anything but you, Buck. You have to let those dark days go.”

“Y/N, you clearly don’t see the-” 

“Do you want to know what I see?” you cut him off, trying to catch his sight. “I see a man, a righteous one. One who’s loyal to his principles and friends, and would never do harm to anyone,” you whispered, leaning towards him. “That’s who you really are, Buck.” 

Bucky was stiff and closed off on his seat, quite taken aback by your words. However, at the mere touch of your skin, he closed your eyes and let you nestle into his arms. He plopped his head down on your shoulder and snuggled in with a soft sigh, his lips curling upwards.

“Thank you,” he whispered voice barely audible. 

“Anytime.”

Dean: “Hey come on i’ll tell you how it was for me to meet you, doll! So, i was scared as f**k to be honest, because i saw you already from afar and was like ‘damn’. But hey, i’m Dean Ambrose and you know, i’m pretty and stuff so i pulled my shit together. Do you still remember what i said to you?…”What’s up, love!” Yeah it was kind of dumb but hey, i got you after all so it worked…btw this shit looks like it hurts, you sure you’re ok?”

(Y/N): “You’re a dork!”

(gifs are not mine and i kind of made up what he’s saying in the last gif because it fits so well with this gif XD)

Dean: “I don’t know what to say, (Y/N). Why now? It’s kind of too late, (Y/N). I’m already seeing someone…I’m sorry… i would have never started dating someone, if you just had told me earlier… ”

(Y/N): “No. it’s ok… Just…forget what i said, ok?” *walks away*

Dean: “Fuck!”

(gifs are not mine)

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IMAGINE: DARTH SIDIOUS TAKING YOU IN AS HIS APPRENTICE INSTEAD OF ANAKIN.

Palpatine saw potential in you, a strength that he could manipulate and use for his own good. You were naïve, a Jedi apprentice, just trying trying your best to impress your Master and the Jedi council. It was easy for Palpatine to get under your skin, to start turning you against the Jedi, planting seeds of suspicion in your mind that made your paranoid of the people you thought you could trust.

“Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve been searching for a life greater than that of an ordinary Jedi.” Palpatine tells you, and you frown, unsure of what to make of this. The Jedi are all you’ve known — with Anakin, Obi-Wan and plenty of others being like family to you. But the more time you spend with Palpatine, the more you can’t help but grow wary of them. Are they holding you back from your true potential? Are they not the people you thought you could rely on?

For Palpatine, everything is going according to plan, and it won’t be long before you turn to the dark side.

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IMAGINE: BEING A BOUNTY HUNTER, AND GETTING CAUGHT UP IN ONE OF HAN’S SMUGGLING DEALS GONE WRONG. 

You had your own business to attend to, but you should’ve known that nothing ever goes smoothly the second Han Solo is involved. The smuggler is infamous, even to you, a bounty hunter who rarely crosses paths with him, but before you can even try plotting an escape, all hell has already broken loose. 

Blaster fire erupts throughout the ship, a clear indicator that whatever deal Han’s involved in is going awry. You whip out your own blaster, ducking down to avoid getting shot, and you grit your teeth as you cast a glare over to Han, who’s taken cover a short distance away from you. You fire off a few shots before yelling at Han, “You just keep getting into trouble, don’t you, Solo?”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault!” Han yells back, pulling out his blaster, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

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IMAGINE: GOING TO THE TOSCHE STATION WITH LUKE.

“There you are!” you grin, leaning over the edge of your speeder as you watch Luke jog out of his house. You can barely hold in your laughter as you tease, “You finally done with your chores?”

“Yes.” Luke laughs, hopping into your speeder. Luke had been wanting to go to the Tosche Station for a while now, except he kept getting strapped with new chores and errands that kept him busy. Now, he finally had some free time to go and to spend some time with you.

“Perfect.” you smile, ruffling Luke’s hair. “Let’s go grab your power converters, then.”

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IMAGINE: BEING WANDA AND VISION’S YOUNGEST CHILD, AND GOING MISSING IN WESTVIEW.

Wanda runs her hands through her curls, evidently stressed as she paces through the living room. Vision lets out a heavy sigh, wrapping an arm around Wanda in an attempt to comfort her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he tries to reassure her, “We’ll find y/n.”

Wanda frowns, trying her best to believe him. Ever since you’ve gone missing, Wanda hasn’t been able to rest. She feels as though she’s on the verge of tearing Westview down just to find you. She’s asked almost everyone for help, but no one has seen any sign of you. Wanda rubs her fingers against her temple, feeling a headache coming on as she can’t help but wonder what kind of mother she is if she can’t even keep her youngest child safe.

“I asked Agnes for help, but Agnes didn’t even know what I was talking about.” Wanda mutters, shaking her head, the whole encounter confusing her. Looking up at Vision, she splutters, “Agnes said we only have Billy and Tommy, and never a y/n. Am I going crazy, Vis?”

Vision frowns at this, before shaking his head. “Ignore Agnes. We’re going to bring y/n home, I promise.”

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IMAGINE: DROPPING YOUR KID OFF AT THE WHEELER HOUSE FOR A PLAYDATE, AND KAREN GETTING FLUSTERED WHILE TALKING TO YOU.

Karen has barely opened the front door when your kid bolts past her, rushing into the house as Mike excitedly waves them over. You laugh, teasingly rolling your eyes as you watch them all disappear into the basement to play their games, and you look up at Karen as you joke, “I can’t thank you enough for hosting them. I don’t know how you manage with so many kids in the house.” 

“Oh, you know me,” Karen laughs, flashing you a smile as her cheeks flush ever so slightly. Ever since your kids had become friends, the two of you had gotten closer too, bonding over coffee at her dining room table while your kids are playing. Slowly, Karen began to realise she had developed feelings for you, and she had never expected to fall for another mother in the neighborhood. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger in an attempt to calm herself, and she continues, “I just try my best!” 

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IMAGINE: BEING TONY’S NEW ASSISTANT AND NATASHA TAKING A LIKING TO YOU.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you stammer as you accidentally run into someone, and your eyes widen with horror as you realise it’s none other than Natasha Romanoff. Being Tony’s new assistant, you’re still getting used to seeing the Avengers so often and so many other high profile figures. “Agent Romanoff, I—”

“y/n, there you are.” Tony calls out your name, walking up behind you. He smirks slightly at Natasha, before gesturing to you and remarking, “Oh, I see you’ve met your replacement.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at the comment, remembering her brief undercover job as Tony’s assistant. She turns her focus back to you, a smile tugging at her lips as she extends her hand to you. “Nice to meet you, y/n. You can just call me Natasha.”

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IMAGINE: TRYING TO HIDE THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE NO POWERS FROM AGATHA, YOUR MOTHER.

“Really, y/n, this is a simple spell.” Agatha huffs, eyes narrowing at you as you nervously avoid eye contact. Day and night, your mother has been trying to teach you magic, unaware that you somehow inherited no magical powers from her. No matter how hard you tried to practice by yourself, none of the spells of incantations would work for you. 

You gulp as Agatha moves her fingers, twisting her hands together as a purple aura swirls around her hands. She stares at you, waiting for her to mimic her, and you suck in a sharp breath as you raise your hands, despite knowing nothing will happen.

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IMAGINE: YOU AND GERALT GETTING MATCHING TATTOOS.

You turn over your arm to inspect your new tattoo, skin still red and tender from the process. You look up at Geralt, who’s brandishing the same tattoo design on his own skin, and you grin, “I think it suites us, don’t you think.”

Geralt hums in agreement. “I think it does.”

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IMAGINE: BEING AN AVENGER, AND WANDA BEGGING YOU NOT TO LEAVE AFTER SHE CATCHES YOU PACKING YOUR BAGS AFTER THE SOKOVIA ACCORDS.

Wanda’s head is spinning as she walks through the corridors of the Avengers compound. After the very intense meeting over the Accords, Wanda feels herself at a loss for what to do, and during moments like these, she always finds herself gravitating towards you for help.

She hopes you’ll be awake despite the late hour, and she quietly knocks at your door, hand hesitating as she notices light coming from the bottom of your door. She listens, hears quiet shuffling, but no response. She knocks again, before calling out, “y/n?”

She pushes the door open, eyes widening as she sees your belongings packed into bags around your bed. You look up, letting out a heavy sigh as you meet Wanda’s shocked gaze, and you slump over the edge of your bed. She sits beside you, stammering, “Where… where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” you simply say, and Wanda gulps. “I can’t agree with these Accords, Wanda, I can’t. Steve is right, this document just takes away our freedom.”

“You can’t leave, y/n.” Wanda blurts, desperation laced in her tone. Her voice is trembling, and she pleads, “Don’t leave me, y/n. You can’t just run away.”

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IMAGINE: BEING AN AMERICAN INTERN WHO’S WORKING WITH MOLLY AND MEETING SHERLOCK FOR THE FIRST TIME.

“Molly, I need—” Sherlock bursts into the lab, startling both you and Molly as you look up from your test tubes. Sherlock raises an eyebrow at you, slowly approaching the two of you as he places a folder down on the countertop, before he finally asks, “Who are you?”

You blink at him, taken aback by his directness. “Who are you?”

Sherlock scoffs, taking note of your accent as he shakes his head. “Oh, the classic American ignorance.” 

“Excuse me?” you splutter, and Molly quickly inserts herself between the two of you before conflict can arise. “I—”

“Sherlock, this is y/n, my new intern.” Molly quickly informs, and you reluctantly press your lips into a flat line as Sherlock looks you up and down. Nervously looking to you, Molly continues, “y/n, this is Sherlock Holmes.”

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IMAGINE: BEING IN LOVE WITH WANDA, DESPITE KNOWING THAT SHE LOVES VISION. 

There’s something in the way that Wanda looks at Vision, that loving gaze so full of indescribable happiness. You know that look because you look at her the exact same way. You can see it in her eyes, the special joy she feels that’s reserved for Vision and Vision only. It hurts you, seeing her so happy when you wish she would look at you the same way, but knowing that she never would, no matter how much love you feel for her.

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IMAGINE: ASKING BUCKY FOR A CAT AND HIM RELUCTANTLY GETTING ONE FOR YOU.

“What’ve you got there?” you ask, looking up from the couch upon hearing Bucky enter the apartment, a large bag slung over his shoulders. You raise an eyebrow as Bucky sits beside you, wordlessly unzipping the bag. You peer inside, eyes widening as you see a cat staring up at you, and you let out a delighted squeal, “Oh my God!” 

Bucky tries to suppress his smile as you gently stroke the cat. You had been begging him for one for months now, constantly pestering him despite his refusal. The cat peeks its head out of the bag, looking up at Bucky before leaning its head up against his hand, and you beam at Bucky as you remark, “I think it likes you.” 

Bucky gingerly begins to pet it, and it lets out a quiet purr as Bucky finally lets his smile crack through his expression.

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IMAGINE: TONY FORCING YOU TO GO TO ONE OF HIS FANCY GALA PARTIES.

“Can we go please?” you whine, tugging at your formal outfit while Tony sips on his drink beside you. He scoffs at this, swirling his drink in the ice as he raises an eyebrow.

“We just got here.” Tony deadpans. “Besides, I’m the host. I can’t bail at my own party.”

“You suck.” you scowl, folding your arms across your chest. You already knew you were going to hate this, being dragged to one of Tony’s galas and him not really giving you much of a choice. You have no desire to mingle, to make small talk with all these people you don’t know. You don’t know how Tony can manage it, all the socialising, and you pout at Tony as he can’t help but chuckle at your dismal expression.

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IMAGINE: GOING WITH REY TO AHCH-TO TO FIND YOUR FATHER, LUKE. 

Something swells inside your chest, a whole host of emotions you can’t describe. Rey can see the conflict on your face, the nervousness and the excitement and the anticipation all building up inside of you. She reaches out, giving your shoulder a squeeze, trying to flash you a reassuring smile as she nods at you.

The two of you continue your climb, and you wonder what your father will say to you have the two of you have been separated for so long. You almost fainted when the map to find Luke was finally complete, so overwhelmed with the fact that you’d be reunited with your father. And now, you could barely breathe as you inch closer and closer to the top.

Your breath hitches as suddenly, there he is. His cloaked figure turned away from you as you and Rey exchange glances. You step forward, your voice barely audible as you call out, “Father?”

Luke turns. His eyes lock with yours. And you suddenly feel whole again knowing that you’ve finally found your father.

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IMAGINE: BEING BB-8′S MECHANIC AND POE FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU.

“What’s up buddy?” Poe asks, crouching down to BB-8′s level as the droid chirps excitedly at him. Poe tilts his head, spluttering, “What, you need to go visit y/n again? You just saw them last week!” 

Poe looks up, his face getting hot as he sees you a short distance away, working away at another droid. As one of the Resistance’s best mechanics, you’re often busy working on something, and Poe can’t help but feel his heart skip a beat in his chest as you happen to look up and flash him a smile. Not only are you responsible for BB-8′s repairs, and the only person Poe really trusts with BB-8, he’s also developed feelings for you.

Before Poe can protest, feeling as though he’s not ready to interact with you, BB-8 has already whizzed off, barrelling towards you. Letting out a groan as Poe begins to suspect this is one of BB-8′s matchmaking schemes, Poe chases after the droid as he yells, “BB-8! Wait up!”