notes: ok so it’s been a while since i last wrote but i just wanted to write again and since i miss game of thrones terribly!! here goes! (also no proofread, so sorry for the mistakes ahead i wrote this in an hour and yeah) hope ya enjoy!
pairing: jon snow x reader
warnings: uhhh angst? some swearing but yeah
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“How was the adventure?”
Jon grunted, fixed his hair, and went walking away. He’s got that same old sad smile that he wore for weeks now. It was starting to get colder, so their work was starting to be difficult. It was difficult for you to talk to him, he was all closeted up, silent than usual, and nothing was alive in his eyes. You caught him, passing around the firewood for others, until the last stop which was your tent.
With no words, he moved forward and inside your tent, already fixing up your fire for you. It was routine for him before, and it made your heart ached when he started doing it again ever since he came back. The only difference was that he does it now silently, no more laughter, no more silent smiles, and no more silly touches in the back with the promise of him going back in the middle of the night.
Jon was gone for a while, months on months. All you ever did was wait, and it was embarrassing to realize how much you yearned for him. How much you missed him, on days and nights filled with him and you— and feeling what you felt for the first time. Spark, heat, fire, in this land of snow. Close touches, private archery lessons, late night walk in the woods until the firewood has gone out and the sun began to rise, until one of you yawns, and the other bids them a whispered ‘Good night’ in the beautiful and rising good morning.
“I’ll be back to get you another batch,” Jon grunted as he fixed himself up, looking straight at you. “They also fixed some soup, you should get some before the rest of them eats it.”
“Won’t you answer me, Jon?” You stopped Jon from taking another step forward, and he slowly lifts up your hand on his shoulder. “It’s been weeks, and I’ve got nothing on you.”
“It’s nothing,” he answered as he forced a smile.
“No, it’s not nothing,” you said, moving forward. “You haven’t said a word aside from all the goddamn firewood and soup. I couldn’t even get a ‘Good morning’ from you. Remember those, Jon?”
Jon turned around, furious and it was the first time you have seen him like this aside from the times he was hunting in the woods as the rabbits all begin to flee away from him. He closed the tent and swung the flap shut and closed in inside the tent. “Well, what do you want me to say?”
You were starting to get furious too, little by little— the energy was pure rage. “I want you—.”
“Do you want me to tell you how much I’ve lost? Do you want me to tell you how much agony from the people’s tears I have heard in Castle Landing? Do you want me to tell you a story about all the bodies, and blood—.”
“Okay, that is enough,” you breathed in, as you watched him walk pace around in the tent with his face all in mad, disgust, and pain. You wanted no more than just to ease him, hold him, listen to him— but this was not him. This was not the Jon you knew— from the day you’ve met him and the day he left— this was not him. “Enough!”
“I’m sure you wanted to hear more! Don’t you?” Jon loudly said, kicking the wood away from him. He came closer to you, until you can feel his breath fanning on your face, and his brown eyes so dark, you wanted to pull away to breathe. “What else happened in the adventure? I lost somebody— well, I killed her myself! I mourned for her, and all the people that has suffered.”
“Slow down—,” you said with gritted teeth. You were angry too.
“I lost my Queen,” he finally said, as he turned away and paced around again. He left you bewildered in the spot. “She— I loved her! Then, I killed her.”
It was all too fast. He used that word, love, for you before. When he finally got the courage to speak to you, and it escalated to the late nights and hushed laughter as one of the older women tries to sleep but is disturbed from your tent. He used that word, love, multiple times. It didn’t matter to you that much because you were scared. You were even more scared, when he had to leave, and you couldn’t bare to whisper in his ears that last week he was there the words, ‘No, don’t go.’
Jon caught up with himself, and he turned again to look at you as he took steps closer to you. He felt his heart sunk when he realized your watery eyes and red nose, that he knows isn’t from the cold.
“No,” Jon stuttered, cradling your cheeks for the first time he was back, “Let me explain—.”
“I gave you weeks to explain,” you whispered, reaching out to push his hands away. “Get out.”
“If you would just—.”
“Get out!” You loudly said, pushing him away. “Now!”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“I gave you weeks, Jon,” you whispered in the dark night. The fire was beginning to run low, too and it was starting to feel cold, but the rage was enough to keep you heated. Both of you. “Weeks, and all I got was about your fucking Queen. I… I know it’s hard because I know you love people, and I couldn’t imagine the pain you are in, but when I asked you about you? You are telling me about your Queen? You lost somebody? Your Queen? That you love?”
“Hear me out—,”
“Hear me out, Jon. You’re not the only one who lost somebody. I lost somebody too. I lost you! You left me, with a goddamn scroll! I had to go back to nothing because I gave you everything, Jon. I love you, and I missed you terribly so, that it hurts to feel you are somewhere far with no guarantee you won’t come back in ashes,” you hushed angrily, wiping away the tears. You paced around, turning over your makeshift bed, unaware of the mess of the tent. You crouched down to pick up the scroll, “A goddamn scroll, with the words, ‘My love.’”
“I do love you,” Jon inched forward, stopping you to move. His warm hands met again your cheek, and you leaned in to his touch. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and held you like before. “Let me make this right.”
“For months, you made me believe I was the only one you love,” you whispered against his neck. He moved away to look at you. “Months, but it was all for nothing when you come telling me about your Queen. Move.”
“I thought about you day and night, there was no time I didn’t think of you—.”
You cried at his words, and you reached forward to him. He reciprocated with the tightest hug and the warmest soul, you were scared to let go. You wanted forever in his arms, looking at his eyes, feel his lips on yours every morning and night to give each other pleasantries. You wanted forever in his calloused and strong hands, hands that knows every inch of your body, and you weren’t scared to lose yourself to him because you know he is gentle, and loving, no matter how dark his aura would be outside the tent.
“You’re a loyal man, Jon Snow,” you whispered, embracing him tight, with your cheek against his beating heart. His arms were your home, and you wanted to drown in it, in him. But you held his face in your hands, wiping away the lonely tears on his eyes, and kissed him. As you broke away, looking at his pink lips, you smiled sadly with a breaking heart, “I just don’t know how you couldn’t be loyal to me.”
Hey Bonnie, how many blogs do you follow? Also if you want to give out some recommendations I would appreciate it. :) Fanfic blogs have been shutting down lately and my follow list has just you and a just like 10 others rn (all of you I follow are popular here) because so many have left Tumblr or disappeared from my follow list and my dash isnt as active as it was before :( so new blogs would be great! even those who are on hiatuses but are coming back at some point could be helpful to me.
notes: it has been a while since i rewatched the earlier seasons of game of thrones but this is written when jon was about to leave winterfell. feedbacks are so appreciated and it has been a while since i wrote for game of thrones again, so go easy guys! enjoy, love u lots!
warnings: a bit smutty, perhaps in the beginning :)
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His kisses feels like sweet candied apples that only sells out for a day and you were grateful that with every moment with him— he was your candied apple. His stubble tickles your neck as his mouth sucked and licked your neck gloriously against the cold winter air. His hand rests on your hip, sliding up and down as your body moved to the rhythm of his body. His other hand cradled your head, and inches down to the tips of your hair as he pulled on them to expose more skin. He once mentioned that your neck was one of his favorite places to feast on. Small, bruised marks graced your neck one day— and it has been your favorite thing that he has ever done. His lips nibbled on your skin, and that spot underneath your ear. That was when you groaned in the darkness—his hand quickly covering your mouth. His eyes twinkled in delight but also in nervousness, quick to wonder if somebody could hear the both of you.
Then he took his hand off of your mouth, and cupped your chin as he whispered against your lips to keep quiet, to be still, and to come. His body went rigid against your shuddering figure as your moans filled his ears and he grinned widely as he closed his eyes. It was his favorite sound— to hear you break down before him in pleasure of his doing, feeling you writhe as he continued to work on you, and feel his fingers around your mouth as he felt you guide his long fingers for one more round. He opened his eyes, and now it was your time to devour him. His curly locks got in the way of his exposed skin, and your fingers got to working out his top as he watched you— continuing to work you up again.
He continued to watch you. He feasts himself on the idea of you— the way you groan his name, the way you whisper it softly once the hazy daylight fills in his room, the way you would hold him down as he gets himself dragged in under the bed for a couple of minutes, and most importantly, the way that the words would roll of your tongue as you gazed at him.
“Jon,” you whimpered, arching your back and feeling his stubble in contact with your neck. “Oh, gods...”
“Jon?”
Both of you stopped moving, his lips stopped sucking your neck, and he slowly reappeared in your vision. He was flushed against you, flustered with the cold wind and shocked to hear a familiar voice.
“Jon?”
Oswald, the stableman, asked again. Oswald was a big, old man with the deepest voice and by this point, you have already memorize what would happen. Oswald would appear in the stables, his eyes squinting in the dark as Jon again would place a hand over your mouth. You hitched a breath as he placed hs two fingers in your entrance, and worked his way up again. He curbed them inside you, feeling your back arch again— in pleasure and anticipation if both of you would ever get caught.
Oswald was also partially blind, already.
So it was a game between you and Jon.
Will you get caught?
Will Oswald spill the activity happening in his stable to the Lord of Winterfell?
Jon shushed you with his lips, biting down on your lower lip to catch it between his. That was how he shut you up. Jon pulled away, placing his forehead against yours and feeling the tiny beads of sweat on his skin. Both of you perked up when the thud of footsteps echoed out in the stables, and then you were left alone now.
“I told you,” Jon whispered against your lips. He helped you with your undergarments, lifting up your heavy skirts as you rested them against your waist. “We will never get caught.”
“It seems that Jon Snow is right again, huh?”
“It seems that way, my lady.”
His eyes crinkled at the ends as he grinned, helping you lace your top. Once he was done, he picked up the fur on the ground and placed it around your shoulders. He fixed up his trousers, lacing them all the way up as your fingers laced his shirt.
He placed a kiss on the crown of your head, towering over you as he held you in his arms all of a sudden. You knew what was happening, and you tried your hardest to smile through the pain. Jon held you longer until he felt your arms creep up and hold him by the shoulder. The cold wind has nothing against the warmth of your bodies, and Jon deeply sighed as he kissed you gently. He pulled away, his thumb resting on your lower lip.
“Will you be back?”
Jon sighed, and held out his hand as he guided you back to your quarters. He didn’t answer your question not until you were inside. Then he looked down on his feet, and you glimpsed at the man you love. He was the quiet and timid man— acting as if he was smaller than every one but he was one of the bravest you have ever seen. You loved his fierceness, dedication, and his drive for the better good.
It was a stupid question, and you know it.
You smiled, holding the knob of the door as Jon rocked on his heel. You squeezed his hand as he looked up to the meet your eyes. You knew the answer and it baffled you everytime Jon would be silent on the issue. Jon deeply sighed again, and he laid a quick kiss on your forehead.
“Go to sleep, my love, and I will see you in the morning,” he whispered as he walked away from your door. You looked down on the way, waiting for the silence to settle as you knew he was far away now.
In the morning, when Lord Stark and everybody has been settled on in their horses, when all the house sigils have been flagged up, all the lords and ladies of Winterfelle and commoners alike, it was time to bid farewell.
Quick glances and sneaky kisses and it was time to bid him farewell.
He straightened on his horse, and he turned his neck towards you. He nodded quickly— his eyes never leaving yours as the gates opened and slowly, they marched into the greater roads outside the wall of Winterfell.
No one knows about your time with Jon. Nobody knows why your eyes were red and your nose was running as the gates closed. Older women fussed over you— giving you cups of warm water and herbal drink to ease the cold. Nobody can sympathize with you because nobody knows that you shared something with Jon. It was a secret. A good kept secret— and it doomed your heart because you wanted him to stay, you wanted him to kiss you on the lips in broad daylight as the onlookers watched, you wanted him to hold you when you walk, and you wanted him to be with you a day longer, to feel him laugh in the morning as you harshly took back to thick furs on your gowned body as he shares a bed with you.
He always hogs the furs and the thick covers— and you wanted to him to do it again even if it all it did was annoy you.
Just one more day.
But all you could do was walk with your head high, eyes that never watered, and a tough heart as you walked in the plaza as if Jon has never been with you.
hey! idk if some of you are reading this, but i’m just in the mood for a request?? you know get some writing done, so if you got one request, maybe i could give it a try mwa
summary: james buchanan barnes isn’t the only winter soldier… also rekindling love lost
word count: 1.8k and maybe more to come??
warnings: none that i could think of? it’s just angst, fluff, angst and yeah
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HYDRA.
HYDRA’s possession. They corrupted, broke, and used you.
So when Tony Stark hesitantly accepted you in his home, everyone was wary of you. They steered clear away, watched your every move, but not Steve. He helped you stay, he helped you get back on your own feet, helped you start over.
Whatever happened, Steve looked after you. Always made sure that you’re settled in, and that nobody was going to harm you. Until you’ve had enough, and made sure to let Steve know that you are fine.
“You can leave me alone, Steve,” you chuckled, when he knocked on your door yet again. Steve crossed his arms, his brows furrowed. “You don’t have to look after me.”
“They can be a little tough,” he commented, sitting down on your bed.
“I can handle a little tough, Rogers,” you said, crossing your arms too.
somebody someone send in some on my way about some avengers imagine i badly need some inspo oof (also follow my new ---> blog, its my marvel one) hehehehhe
summary: literally takes a bullet for bucky,,, but he didnt like it :(
notes: i have this in my drafts for a long time with 3 different endings and i couldn’t pick so i kinda left it open…….. enjoy!!! thank u sm! im open to thoughts & requests are open xoxo
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All their eyes were on you when you tried to lift a gallon of water to pour into your glass. It hurts, just lifting it up, so you switched arms and cursed. It’s been rough, the gunshot wounds not fully healed, but at least you’re up and running. When you turned around, conversations surrounded the table and Natasha smiled when you sat down beside her.
It wasn’t exactly a bright, breakfast conversation starter but Steve explained something of a mission yet again. The one that you failed, compromised. Steve nodded and reassured you that ‘Mistakes are to happen, and it’s fine,’ he stated, a small smile forming on his lips, ‘As long as I can still see everybody in this compound.’
The rest of the team chuckled, and raised their mugs to say salute, but one just laughed darkly and leaned on his sit, crossing his arms.
Bucky looked straight at you, and he leaned forward on the table. “She compromised the mission, and it’s okay?”
summary/request: Maybe Loki with a mutant reader, where he sees her defending a child during an Avengers fight?
notes: so sorry if i went overboard,,, i can’t help it!! but please still enjoy and thank u tons!!! (((might be inspired from got, since it’ll be the last ep sorry))) ((also got into the feels into the latter part so,,, sorry again))
requests are open so if you have ideas, u can send them in!
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The kid was screaming when you got near him, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist. He was begging for his Mama, frantically sobbing on your shoulder as you picked him up, with chaos happening around.
Buildings has fallen.
Cars left abandoned.
People running away.
The screaming left you teary eyed as the kid hugged you tighter, begging in your arms to take him back to his Mama.
Fear ran throughout your body. Fear that you’ll explode, that you’ll burn and set the whole place in flames.
Fear fueled the hotness forming in your hands. The temperature rising, and you gently placed the kid down. You looked around the escaping horde of people, looking back and forth at the enormous, scaly creature hunting whatever they can. Its body was scaly with red and black skin, its tongue split in two, and its eyes blood red. It was hideous. And scary, and fear fueled you.
Pointing towards the incoming horde of these monsters, you’ve pushed all your force onto your hands, feeling the flames come out of it as every single creature dropped dead to ashes. Some were still burning, its legs giving up, screeching its way as fire escaped from their throats, claiming them dead.
It’s been a while since the flames came back to you, from a failed experiment as scientists messed with your genome. It was a horrible thing to do, and an extremely horrible feeling that whenever fear creeps up on you, the flames unleashes.
The kid was looking up at you, his face shocked and scared, and you bent down. Smiling gently, you asked, blocking his view of the fire you’ve caused. “Let’s go find your Mama.”
summary: fluff???? i tried & it’s weird feeling bucky barnes!! all giddy inside & WEAK!
notes: enjoy & thoughts are welcome! also when i was writing this,,, man,,, requests are open so u guys have an idea, u can send them in!
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He laughed at you.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes crinkling at the sides, and his mouth open with his laughter all around the room. He crossed his arms after, and sarcastically wiped off a tear off of the corner of his eye. He smiled sheepishly and was quiet for a few seconds until he opened his mouth and laughed, yet again.
“It’s not that funny,” you said, dragging the weights off the mat to place them pack on the shelf. It wasn’t exactly heavy, but when you saw his reflection on the mirror, you accidentally dropped the weights, losing the momentum to do sets.
“It is funny,” Bucky joked, walking towards you to help put back the weights. With his metal arm, he easily lifted it without breaking a sweat. Right before he placed it back, he posed for you, did a couple of lifts and placed them back. He wiped his hands and did a bow.
warnings: idk but lots of swear maybe to describe things yeah
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“There must’ve been a mistake…”
The weather wasn’t making it any better. The whole inn was swamped, the heater croaking every minute, and the hustle of people coming in and out making it difficult to retain the warmth emitting from the broken heater. In short, it was shitty. But Tony said that it does the job of being invisible. Still shitty.
Barnes walked over, placed down his heavy duffel on the floor. He propped his elbow on the edge of the table, and looked at you. Then at the old, frowning lady.
“What’s taking it so long?” Barnes asks, looking at the old lady.
duuudee youre bran smut was a+, can you do another one lmao :)
lmaoooo i love u thank you but unfortunately i stopped writing imagines for the entirety of game of thrones and tbh i’ve written a shit ton of it already so just search there my dear friend!
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