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Heyo! I'm G and I write fanfic sometimes. Falling back in love with writing and hoping to post more! she/her 22 Requests are Open!

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Runaway

Warnings: Unedited angst... idk what this is just stuck in my head 

If y'all like this pls lmk and I'll write some more also "За здоровье" means 'to your health' and is a Russian cheers to my understanding 

“Better watch it Barnes, might go thinking you mean it this time.” Her voice was sarcastic and yet there was an undertone of truth to her words. He knew that. Things had been rough. They had been rough.   

“Always mean it with you, doll.” He had that playboy smirk on, he knew it well. For a time, he had thought he’d never be capable of it again. Never be capable of being anything like his old self, but then she had come along.  

Word Count: 1720 

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Bucky was settled in on a rooftop, his sight trained on his target. When he agreed to work with the government he thought it would be a lot less like working for Hydra. He supposed he couldn’t blame them for utilizing his skill set. Still, he never quite felt like they saw him as human. He sighed, clearing his thoughts as he watched his target mingle around the party, waiting for the perfect moment to take his shot. He almost had it too, an opening. His finger on the trigger started to press back but it halted when someone walked in front of the man. His breath caught in his throat when the women turned to the side. He knew her.   

“Fuck.” He groaned, the urge to pack up and leave crossed his mind. If she was here, it only meant trouble. If not for his mission, then his mind. It had been nearly a year since he’d seen her.   

“Better watch it Barnes, might go thinking you mean it this time.” Her voice was sarcastic and yet there was an undertone of truth to her words. He knew that. Things had been rough. They had been rough.    “Always mean it with you, doll.” He had that playboy smirk on, he knew it well. For a time, he had thought he’d never be capable of it again. Never be capable of being anything like his old self, but then she had come along.  

He shook the memory from his mind, it didn’t matter now. She wasn’t there the next morning; it was like she had vanished without a trace. He focused back in on the target, trying to ignore the woman next to the man. She had always been good at this part, at getting them to tell her things. He wasn’t surprised to see her working on taking down the same guys. It was how they had met after all.   

Bucky stood stiffly; he hated wearing suits. There wasn’t enough movement in them, and with his arm things just didn’t feel right. He spotted his target at the bar, speaking with a woman. He thought it would be easy enough to get her away, get him to a back room for some “business” and then get out.    Sauntering up to the bar he looked to his target, Russian mafia Pakhan, Feliks Zakharov. He seemed surprisingly open despite his position. Sure, this was Zakharov’s party, but he’d had a harder time reaching mob bosses as the Soldier. Maybe they were starting to get too secure in this modern age.    “I hate to interrupt,” he started, focusing on the woman sat next to Mr. Zakharov. “Would you mind if I stole Feliks away from you for a moment?” He smirked as he looked to the woman. It felt fake and foreign on his lips but he remembered it well enough to replicate it.    “I would actually.” The women spoke defiantly, taking a sip from the drink. There was a fire behind her eyes, a challenge.    “Oh I’d give him back.” Bucky assured her, playing along with her. He’d seen women like her before, or he thought he had at least. Something was different about her instance to stay close to the Pakhan. “I’m sure you have better things to do than listen to two men discuss business.” “I assure you she doesn’t” Zakharov spoke up, seemingly amused by the conversation. “You have business with me, she comes with.” “Been awhile since you’ve taken orders from then Russians huh Soldat?” The woman smirked.  

Bucky watched the woman through the glass. She wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, he knew that. He should have known she hadn’t changed. His motions were sharp, mechanical as he packed up his equipment, focusing on that rather than the memories of her. If he was going to get this job done then he’d have to go in. With her by his targets side it would be impossible to get a clear shot.   

It was private at least. Even if she was still there. A back room away from everyone else. The mystery woman sat on the desk next to Zakharov. Her legs were crossed, toes pointed. His eyes snapped up to hers then, a knowing smirk on his lips. Red Room. It was a decent enough explanation for her being there, for her demeanor, for that little thing that had been off about her since he saw her. Added to the fact that she knew who he was, who he used to be. Fuck.    “So this business?” The woman hummed, her eyes narrowing as she took him in, assessing him. “Is it still that important?” Bucky sighed; this was not how he had planned his evening going. Still, he had a job to do.

He felt the air push out of his lungs, his hand on the doorknob. This wasn’t the plan. She had never been one for plans though. The door opened and it was only a moment before her eyes were on him. Her face was steeled but he could see the flicker of something before she looked away. Even from across the room he could tell this time was different than the times before. He kept his distance, getting a lay of everything first. She notably let him. Bucky was well aware than she could strike at any minute. That’s what she was there to do, protect her client.   

“No hard feelings.” She spoke as she landed a punch to his jaw. She wasn’t holding back; he knew that much from the crack of pain that radiated from the spot. He wondered for a moment if he’d trained her. No, sure some of the girl’s faces were a blur but there was something about her. She fought different than they did, a part of a different program, something newer. She was more defensive than the girls he trained.    “None taken,” He spoke as his metal hand wrapped around her neck, pushing her against the wall. She let out a strangled choke but there was a smirk on her lips. Her hands gripped at his wrist, and then he felt a crunch, a shocking pain shooting through his shoulder. “Fuck-”    “Yeah...” She smiled at him “Fuck.” His hand released her and she was pushing him back, her hand had crushed his mechanical wrist. Before he knew it, she was pushing him out the window, the hard concrete hitting him before he even realized what was happening. He was getting too old for this.  

“Barnes.” Her voice echoed through his mind.    “M’not leaving.” Bucky found himself saying before she even had the chance to ask.    He heard her sigh; she didn’t want to do this anymore than he did. “You’re here for Dimitri?” She asked and he nodded in response. “You know I can’t let you do that.” Her tone was less a warning and more a plea.    “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” Bucky found himself saying. “The hurt you cause.”    She shook her head, a disbelieving laugh leaving her in a short breath. “You really think that?” There was an air of hurt in her voice but he ignored it. “Thought I was supposed to be different.”   

Bucky looked down at the flowers. It was a simple bouquet, just a few flowers. ‘За здоровье’ the handwriting on the note was neat, simple. He knew they were from her. He flipped the card over in his hand a few times. Something about her made him need to know more. If she left him this maybe she wanted to be found, maybe she wanted an out. It didn’t take him long to find her, making him believe even more than she must have wanted this. He knocked on her apartment door, the look on her face was less than surprised.    “Soldat.” She greeted   “Bucky.” He corrected.   “Why are you here?” She asked, not making a move to let him in.    He’d spent the rest of the night convincing her to leave whatever organization she was under. Convincing her that she didn’t have to be what they made her.   

“You only ever helped me because it made you feel better about you Bucky.” She spoke simply before she walked away from him. He watched as she whispered something into his targets ear. The two of them left not long after. He couldn’t bring himself to go after her. He’d be better off trying to find a time when his target was alone. He’d go in at night, it wouldn’t be easy with her knowing he was coming but it would be simpler than this. Simpler than chasing them down, safer too. Less casualties, he was sure. He got on his bike, trying to keep his mind focused on the mission at hand.   

He was used to waking up to an empty bed, even when he’d gone to bed with her. Still, he couldn’t shake that something was different. His mind was a haze of sleep, the activities from the night before flitting through his mind, a satisfied smile finding its way to his lips. Still, he couldn’t shake the fact that something was off. He moved out to the living room, into the kitchen, there was no sign of her. He realized then that was it. That’s what was off. There was no sign of her anywhere. Her things were gone. There was no trace of her existence, like she had never even been there. Sure, the apartment they shared was minimalistic at best but, overnight? He swallowed hard, trying to find a note, but there was nothing.  

The house was dark when he got there. A nice place upstate. It was odd, the stillness. He should have set up somewhere, found a shot, taken it. Instead, he’s going inside. Maybe he just wants to see her again. It’s easy to get in, too easy. He expects her to be waiting in Dimitri’s room. Instead, he opens the door to find a corpse. His target, dead in his bed, poisoned it seems. When he turns to leave, he sees it. The small shot of Vodka on the dresser next to the door. A small card laying next to it. ‘За здоровье’ he pockets the card, shaking his head lightly as he leaves the room, leaving the shot behind. 

[fanatic-writers]

hello... idk if anyone still follows this blog but I may just be writing up a Bucky x Reader... and angsty little thing told through flashbacks. I cannot promise I will ever finish it... however I will attempt to.

[fanatic-writers]

Tumblr won't let me post for some reason so... maybe not...

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hello... idk if anyone still follows this blog but I may just be writing up a Bucky x Reader... and angsty little thing told through flashbacks. I cannot promise I will ever finish it... however I will attempt to.

[fanatic-writers]

Aw, well. I had an actor in mind who has been cast in the upcoming Superman movie actually.

I dont really do DC and I also don't usually do real people. Sorry love!

[fanatic-writers]

Hi! I was wondering what fandoms you wrote for. :)

Hey! Honestly I haven't had a lot of time to write but I'm hoping I'll be able to get back into it soon. I mostly wrote for Marvel but I also do a little bit of Mandalorian (nothing else Star Wars related atm).

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What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

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Adventures in Babysitting Snippet

Ok so I'm hoping to have this out soon but I realized that this part might be longer than anticipated so in case I can't get it out by Sunday here is a lil snippet of the next part!

As you made your way back you kept some distance between you and Din, keeping an eye on the kid as he walked between the both of you. “What’s going on with you two?” Cara asked softly as she fell back in line with you. “I don’t know what you mean?” You asked, unsure how much Cara had picked up on you and Din’s past. Cara chuckled lightly “C’mon, last time you were here you two were inseparable. This time you’re treating him like he smells like bantha.” You stayed silent and she continued “Y/n, you managed to not sit next to him at a table with 3 chairs.” “We’re fine.” You spoke firmly “Look, I usually wouldn’t care about whatever it is that’s driven a rift between you.” Cara started “But I don’t have a creed or code or whatever shared with you like he does. I have pretty much no reason to trust you and we’re about to walk into something that could be bigger than we realize. I need to know that whatever is going on with you two won't end up with me dead. So what is it.” You stopped in your tracks at her words “It’s nothing. It won't affect you and it sure as hell won't affect me getting this job done because if it did I’d be dead too. And unlike him, I don’t have a death wish and I actually care about the people I’m with.” Cara’s eyes shot up at your reaction “You think he doesn’t care?” “You and the kid probably, won't last long though. He’ll find something else and move on. It’s what he does.” You started walking again “For better or for worse he always leaves.”

[fanatic-writers]

New part of Adventures in Babysitting dropping this week???

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Long Way From Home

A/n: Idk what this is or if it will become anything. Just a little idea I had running around in my head and I haven't had enough motivation to write something long. I know that the reader's part of this doesn't entirely make sense but I mainly just wanted to post something since I'd like to post more this year in general. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy and had a happy holiday season!

Word Count: 721

Pairing: Loki x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: little bit o' angst, kinda rushed writing

Summary: Loki finds you while time slipping

Loki didn’t know why he was here, why he was in some Midgardian town of all places. Ouroboros, or Doug he supposed, had told him to think of someone he cared about. At first, he had thought he was back on Asgard but he didn’t recognize the cabin that was at the edge of the woods and the palace was nowhere to be seen. As he followed the cobbled path to the house he spotted the reason he was brought here, you. “You’re home.” You hummed with a small smile as you looked up at the god. Loki, on the other hand, had frozen in place. You weren’t crouched in the garden, hands in the dirt as you worked on planting the newest addition to the lush flowers around you. He hadn’t seen you in years, millennia even. When he was younger, he had dreamed of a home like this, a home with you. But that had been ripped away from him like many other things in his life. “Close your mouth love, you’ll catch flies.” Your voice pulled him from his trance, he hadn’t realized that his jaw had dropped until you mentioned it. Doing as he was told, he closed his mouth before closing the gap between the two of you, sitting by your side and pulling you in for a tight hug before he could think of the consequences.

Your hands flung out and away from his cloak, not wanting to make a mess of things as he held you closely. “I take it it's been a long day.” You mused, your smile never leaving your lips. “Why don’t you head inside and rest? I’ll follow you in after I’ve finished planting and then start on dinner. Loki shook his head which was buried in your neck. “I think I’ll stay out here.” He mused “Perhaps you need help in the garden?” You looked at him, bewildered “You have never once wanted to help me in this garden. You’re always worried about the dirt getting under your nails and looking grimy. I believe you said, and I quote ‘the royal advisor must always look his best, even if it is his brother who is king.’ Or something about looking unkempt.” You had dropped your voice a few octaves to try and match his, straightening your back and pointing your nose to the sky as you mimicked him. He never thought he’d be so happy to hear you mock him. He’d always pretended to hate it when you did that, the both of you knew he’d secretly loved it though, just like everything else about you. “Perhaps just this once,” Loki spoke, trying to play his old self as best he could, not wanting to worry you. “I’ll just have to take extra care washing tonight.” “I suppose you’ll want my help with that as well.” You feigned a sigh as you went back to planting the few plants you had left. Even if Loki never lifted a finger, you’d be happy to have the company. “Who knew a prince would be so helpless.” You continued to tease.

As the last plant went into the ground, he helped you stand and walked over to the fruiting plants as you picked a few things for dinner. He noted that they were all the ingredients for his favorite meal. The knowing smile on his lips was not lost on you as you worked, handing him a berry from one of the bushes to check its ripeness. “We’ll need to pick these tomorrow.” You hummed “Perhaps I can make some mead with them. And jam.” You mused aloud before turning to head into the house. You opened the door and held it for him, turning behind you to find the garden empty. You sighed, looking down at your basket, and frowned. You’d known it was too good to be true. Taking a deep breath you made your way into your home and began to make dinner, serving a small plate to the place at the head of the table that had remained empty since Loki had sent you and the other Asgardians to safety after spotting Thanos’ ship.

Loki blinked as he stood in the room with O.B. He had to get back there, back to you, he just didn’t know how.

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My Roman Empire is Taika Waititi killing off 90% of the side characters in Thor Ragnarok for no particular reason and then making the most low effort Thor 4 movie with terrible dialogue because the characters have no one left to play off of.

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Love Taika, but it was so obvious to me that he was only doing Thor 4 so he could get that cash money and make his other silly little projects.

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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Drabble List #8

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"Just one of those days, I guess."

"This makes it easier to identify them."

"Have you ever had friendship bracelets?"

"Feel free to walk all over me."

"You're the one stirring the pot."

"I feel like you don't actually believe me."

"What a tragedy this is."

"This will be permanent."

"Oh well, nothing I can do about it now."

"The media is lying to you - and so is everyone else."

"Just gonna pretend I didn't hear that."

"Silly me to assume you would care."

"You should clean the mess you make."

"My life is amazing, it really is."

"Nothing to complain here."

"I can't believe that we finally made it."

"Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"Mark my words, this will not end cute."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"You look hot, mama."

"Can you bail me out? Please?"

"What a silly thing to say."

"So, this is it? Really?"

"It will never be truly over."

"That is a fascinating tattoo that you have."

"You're going to jail for this."

"What a dramatic exit."

"I know your friends."

"A seat will be assigned to you shortly."

"Here is a list of all the ways you are wrong."

"We should talk about what happened."

"Do you have your ticket ready?"

"I'm sorry, but our personal goals just don't match up."

"The boxes are all labeled incorrectly."

"Well, you should've listened to me."

"Tragic. That outfit is a disaster."

"I'm sitting front row. I always do."

"Oh you silly little thing."

"What is your star sign?"

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Can't say I'm that surprised."

"Truly legendary."

"Please, sing for me!"

"You are a true party pooper."

"No means don't even try."

"I want to find my soulmate."

"Just forget what you heard."

"Why does this always happen to me?"

"Let's go out for a cheap dinner."

"I don't want to hear about it."

"This must be a joke. Not very good one."

"A list of all the times I was right."

"I can't control my dreams."

"Finally, some common sense."

"Throw me under the bus while you're at it."

"What a wonderful surprise."

"Poor judgement is what it is."

"I was just defending myself."

"Fine, but this will be the last time."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"I will take that as a yes."

"Did we meet before?"

"Sell me your story."

"What's the point in all of this?"

"I couldn't see what actually happened."

"Can you lend me some money?"

"So start from the beginning."

"Truly, a flawless plan."

"I haven't done this in forever."

"Let's have some fun."

"What an icon."

"Make me believe it."

"It's an investment."

"There will be an extra fee included."

"Let's go back. Nothing to do here anymore."

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[fanatic-writers]

Some drabble prompts cause I feel like butt and need a distraction lol. Feel free to send in a number and a character and I'll write a lil blurb for it!

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Moonboys when their partner is on their period

Just some very self indulgent and very short Moonboys hcs

Moonboys Headcannons

Steven Grant

✨ Is the sweetest, picks up on it instantly

✨ He isn’t going to ask if that’s the reason you’ve been having mood swings because he knows better but he comes home with a box of chocolate as if on cue whenever your period starts

✨ Cuddling on the couch while watching documentaries

✨ Always checking to make sure you're comfortable

✨ So attentive it's almost annoying

Marc Spector

🌙 Keeps his distance, not because he doesn’t want to help but because he’s not sure how

🌙 He knows periods affect everyone a bit differently and he doesn’t want to make assumptions about what you need based on his experience with Layla

🌙 Back rub king

🌙 Seriously, any mention of cramping and he’s rubbing your back or wherever you need till you’re practically melting

🌙 Ask for something and it's there. hocolates? Comfort food? Some random stuffed animal cause it's so cute you could cry? He doesn’t care if he has to go to another country he’ll get it for you

🌙 Once used his suit and powers to get you real Belgian chocolate because you were craving it

Jake Lockley

🧤 Goes full mom mode as if you were dying of an illness

🧤 Literally takes care of you like a baby, if you even try to get off the couch or out of bed he’s asking where you’re going

🧤 Only one of the three that actually knows how to cook a decent meal so you bet your ass he’s making dinner for you all week

🧤 Tries to convince you to stay home from work and just lay in bed with him

🧤 Always has a heated water bottle or something similar at the ready

🧤 Bought you a weighted blanket, but you’re still not sure if it's for comfort or another way to keep you from getting out of bed.

[mcufam]

Sometimes our emotions get the better of us.

[fanatic-writers]

Hey! So im currently on a Loki kick and read your season 2 drabble and its soooo good, I actually really love the idea of loki with a TVA agent or smth, currently watching the show and loving it so if you ever were up for doing something more on those lines I would be so down!

Definitely depends on the way the season turns out. In all honesty, I wasn't a huge fan of the first episode, but I get that they have to build up to things. I do miss writing for Loki, though.

[fanatic-writers]

Loki Drabble

A/n: Just a little thought I had while watching the new episode of Loki. Requests are open!

Word Count: 844

Pairing: Loki x TVA!Reader

Summary: The three times Loki sees you in the past and the one time he finally catches up to the present

Warnings: Unedited, Season 2 spoilers ish

You were at your desk in the TVA when you heard the commotion of your coworkers gawking at someone in front of you. “Y/n,” a strange man gasped as his hands came to cup your cheeks “gods darling you have to help me.” Your brow furrowed in confusion as you moved out of the man’s grasp. “You have five seconds to explain why you’re grabbing my face and calling me darling before I prune you.” You huffed in response, hand already searching for your weapon. “Darling, it’s me. It’s Loki.” He raised his hands in surrender as you shoved your time stick in his face. “Loki!? You mean the variant I’m supposed to be hunting down Loki?” You raise a brow, charging up the weapon and preparing to use it. Loki looked hurt, defeated even, as he seemed to melt into despair “You-you don’t remember me?” He frowned “I remember it's my job to get you off the timeline so the world doesn’t end.” You spoke as you lunged towards him. Loki was quicker though, sprinting through the hallways as you called for backup. You turned around a corner after him and heard a sort of yelp before you watched him seemingly get ripped from the universe. “What the hell was that?” You frowned as you looked to the men around you who just shrugged in response.

He had been moving through the TVA for a while now, through time more than space it seemed. He felt his body being ripped apart and pulled back together, he kept his eyes closed for a moment before he registered a scream that sounded oh so familiar. “Y/n?” He started hands already up as he approached you apprehensively. He’d had his fair share of run-ins with the past yous now and he just wanted you to recognize him. Maybe this was the actual war that He Who Remained had promised him. A war inside himself every time he saw you and you didn’t recognize him one bit. Didn’t remember the fight you’d put up for Mobius to keep him around, didn’t remember the adventures you’d been on with him. “Please don’t hurt me.” You mumbled and it was then that Loki realized that this you was different from the others. You were younger, the emotions you usually kept steeled away were present on your face, the main one being fear. He took a cautious step toward you “I could never hurt you.” He mumbled, looking into your confused eyes. He opened his mouth to speak again but before he could he was being ripped away once more, his hand reaching out to you as if you could save him.

“Where the hell do you think you’ve been?” Your voice echoed down the hallway as you marched up to Loki, looking decidedly pissed. “Darling-“ He started but you stopped him before he could get to far. “I stuck my neck out for you and then you escape?” You huffed, arms crossed over your chest. “I should’ve just let Mobius kill you after your little movie but no, I felt bad, and this is what it gets me.” You paused for a moment in your rant “And stop calling me darling, it isn’t going to win you any brownie points.” It must’ve been his first day he realized a little too late as you began to slip cuffs over his wrists and drag him back to the room he was held in. “You’ve got the wrong guy.” He tried to explain but even he didn’t know if he would be able to talk his way out of this one. “Oh, so there’s some other you running around wearing the exact same clothes doing the exact same thing as you?” You raised a brow as you shoved him into the room. “Honestly, for the god of lies, I thought you’d be better at the whole talking your way out of things. I mean seriously ‘you’ve got the wrong guy,’ I’m not a child Loki.” You mocked his voice as best you could and he couldn’t help the small smirk that came to his lips, remembering the other times you’d done it in far less serious matters. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like wha-“ “Loki?! LOKI! What the hell!?” You looked down at the cuffs that had fallen to the floor and sent a message to Mobius that Loki was still at large.

You were walking out of the war room the next time he spotted you “Y/n, I don’t have time to explain but you know me and I need your help.” “I know I know you?” You looked at him confused “I’m more concerned about the whole appearing in front of me as a stringy flesh monster.” Loki breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around you “I love you darling, please don’t forget me again.” He paused for a moment pulling away to look at you “Stringy flesh monster?” “I’d say that’s a good way of putting it.” Mobius piped up from behind you.

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Omg stringy flesh monster is the absolute best way to describe it😭😭😭 OBSESSED!!

[fanatic-writers]

So glad you enjoyed it! Perhaps there will be more Loki to come with the new season!