Authorâs Notes: Alright, here we go. Iâm branching out into the other fandoms that Iâm in. Hopefully you all wonât send me hate for this lol.
Word Count: 2k+
Notes/Warnings: minor harassment, fluff, flirting, a sleazy friend, more flirting
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Youâd just wanted to be alone. This holiday with your friend was meant to help you relax but all sheâd done was add to your stress. It started with her harassing the airline about upgrading your seats and went on from there. It seemed like nothing pleased herâŠexcept maybe the male staff at the hotel.
From a first glance, it may look like you were jealous of her but the truth was you were just over it. Youâd known her for years and the amount of men sheâd gone through was astounding.
So, when she found herself, once again, occupied by the bell boy, youâd managed to slip away to the hotel bar.
The Nefertiti Hotel was swanky to say the least and itâs amenities were extensive. Lucky for you, your friend had âpersuadedâ the bartender to give the both of you free drinks for the entirety of your stay.
You waved him over to ask for your second drink when a man sat in the seat next to you and leaned in uncomfortably close.
Authors Notes: This ones is for my girl over at @unleashthebeees! I hope this can offer some emotional support. I haven't had a migraine in years so I hope I did it justice.
Word Count: 950
Notes/Warnings: migraine, fluff, kissing (but not inappropriate) and just overall sweetness
 âWhere are you off to?â Steve glanced up at Bucky from his laptop and smirked.
 âIâve got some errands to run before meeting Y/N for dinner,â he responded honestly. He grabbed his leather jacket and glove and slipped them on.
 Sam walked in from down the hall. âYou got a hot date, old man?â
 Bucky rolled his eyes as he fixed the fingers of his glove.
 âI think heâs going soft,â Sam half whispered to Steve.
 âYouâre just jealous cause you canât get a date,â Bucky finally retorted.
 âOh, I can get a date.â Sam straightened his spine and wiped around his mouth, âfixingâ his short beard.
 It was Steveâs turn to roll his eyes. âWhat are your plans for tonight?â
 Samâs smile faded. âWell, I mean, I donât have a date right now, but-â
 âExactly.â Bucky grabbed his keys and threw his backpack over his shoulder. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. He opened a text and frowned.
 âEverything okay?â Steve asked.
 Bucky didnât respond but began texting.
 Steve tried again, âBuck?â
 He looked up. âHm? Oh, yeah,â he shook his head and plastered on a smile. âEverythingâs fine. I promise.â He put his phone back in his pocket and hurried for the door. âHave a good night.
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 There was a quick knock on the door before you heard the jingling of keys. You continued to lay on the couch with your head under a throw pillow to block out the light.
 âY/N?â Bucky called as you heard his keys hit the bowl in the foyer.
 âLiving room,â you answered quietly. You heard him shuffle to the kitchen, moving plastic bags around and something hitting the counter.Â
 He kicked off his shoes, leaving them by the wall, and walked softly to you. He sat beside you and began to rub your back. âA bad one?â
 You nodded.
 âWhen was the last time you took medicine?â
 You shrugged your shoulders.Â
âI need a guess.â
 âMaybe four oâ clock?â you offered from under a pillow.
 He rubbed one more circle before getting up.
 You knew what he was doing; bathroom for meds, kitchen for water, freezer for a cold compress. When he came back, he gently removed the pillow from over your face.
 You prepared for the onslaught of pain that the light would bring, but you were surprised to find your living room nearly pitch black.
 âHey,â he grinned. He handed you the pills in his hand and offered you a glass of water.
 âHi.â You wanted to smile back but sitting up nearly made the room spin. You took the meds and he leaned you over his lap for you to rest your forehead on his thigh. He rested the cold compress on the back of your neck and then began to rub your back again.
 You stayed like that with him for nearly thirty minutes as the medicine kicked in.Â
 Finally, you had some energy to sit up. âThank you.â
 He smiled and placed a hand on your cheek before tugging you closer to place a soft kiss on your lips. âThatâs what Iâm here for.â
 You chuckled, âI donât want to feel like this but if it gets you hereâŠâ
 He shook his head, his smile never faltering. âYou donât need to have a migraine for me to be here.â He got up from the couch and went towards the kitchen.
 âWhy is the house so dark?â
 âWell, you canât eat from under a pillow so I figured Iâd close the curtains.â
 You looked at the curtains, they were unusually dark. They didnât used to be like that. âAre these blackout curtains?â
 âI replaced the ones you had after your last episode. You kept talking about the light being too much.â
 You almost cried. âThank you.â That was the sweetest thing anyone had done for you.
 Bucky shrugged and sat beside you setting take-away boxes on the coffee table. âItâs really not a big deal, but Iâm surprised that you only noticed now.â
 You looked at him in awe as he spoke about the process of ordering the right length of curtain and installing them when youâd run out to the gym one afternoon. His eyes almost sparkled in the light coming from the kitchen. Wait, what light? The lights were off. You turned to see seven candles lit and flickering on the breakfast counter.
 âCandles?â you interrupted.Â
 He sighed, âIâm not trying to make a move, I promise. I just read that lavender helps with migraines and I couldn't find any of these, um, oils? Essential oils? I googled migraine remedies and saw something about oils. Am I saying âoilâ too much?â he chuckled nervously.
 You laughed.
 âAnyways, I couldnât find any, but I found lavender candles. They were small, so I bought⊠a lot.â
 You smiled at him and shook your head.Â
 âWhat?â he asked after a while.
 âIâm just⊠No one has ever done something like this for me.â
 Buckyâs expression softened. âWell, I wanted to.â He looked at the food and his brows shot up with a deep breath. âSo, I didnât know if you wanted Chinese food so I also got Mexican and Thai.â
 You smirked and took his hand. You brought it to your lips and kissed it. âYouâre too good for me.â
 âWe both know thatâs not true,â he grinned. He pulled you into a hug and leaned back onto the couch.Â
 âShh, Itâs my night for misery,â you teased.
 The two of you stayed that way until the food went cold. Sometime later he got up and reheated everything and you spent the evening talking quietly in the candlelight until you fell asleep against him.
I gotta know what your Loki fic âProtectiveâ is about đ€đ
Oh, dude, it's a request from you! hahahahahaha
Reader gets the crap beaten out of her on a mission but wins the brawl. The second she gets off the jet Loki is on top of her and checking her wounds. He asks who did it but before she can say anything he loses it with Tony, who was in charge. It gets worked out but then he reminds her how much she means to him.
Currently reading: So many things... the stack on my nightstand is getting embarrassing. The one currently on top is The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson.
Last song: Video Child by Many Voices Speak
Last movie: Ella Enchanted because ya girl needed some sweet nostalgia on Friday.
Currently working on: Again, lots of things. The last thing I actually added words to was... Chapter 6 of Project Amaranth.
No pressure tags: @indominusregina @iwillbeinmynest @mindingmyownbusiness and genuinely whoever wants to do it because I'm nosy
Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) đ„đŹđș
Oh boy, only ten?! Lol okay, Iâm also adding Book characters because thatâs media, right?
1. Ronon Dex - Stargate Atlantis
2. Cassian - ACOTAR series
3. Newt - The Maze Runner
4. Rhysand - ACOTAR series
5. Eowyn - Lord of the Rings series
6. Legolas - Lord of the Rings series
7. Elizabeth Swan - Pirates of the Carribean
8. Loki - Thor: The Dark World
9. Bucky Barnes - The Falcon and the Winter Soldier
Dear Steve, it's been a while. Just wanted to remind you that you're my friend and it makes me happy when you're happy. I'm not good at this... Pepper says I need to work on using my words...whatever. you're cool. K bye.
Dear Tony,Â
Sorry for the delay in replying but things have been a little hectic here. It makes me happy that you still consider me a friend even with my absence and I hope you and Pepper are both well. Â
The festive season is almost here and I was thinking it would be nice if we could get everyone together. Let me know what you think, Iâm not the best at organising social gatherings.
Listen, I know Iâve made a bad call or two but Iâve got your back. Iâll take care of everything you just make sure your party guests behave. The last time Barnes was around for ChristmasâŠ
Anyways. Buy me something pretty for the gift exchange.
Rediscovered this in my likes Tony! Now Iâm sitting in the doctors waiting room grinning like an idiot. Thanks for being such an awesome friend for all these years.
Summary: He messed up. He knows that he has really messed everything up, but can he catch you to make a very rare apology before you head off on your latest mission, or will he be too late?
Word Count: 1515 words
As he stared out into the darkness of space, his face was void of all emotion. Anyone observing might have mistaken him for a droid, there was no indication or any hint of humanity in the figure staring at the spot which your fleet had disappeared into hyperdrive from. The last place he had been able to see you. Well, not exactly see you, because you were in the ship and he was here but⊠that was the spot you had existed in before leaving him forever.
It had been such a short amount of time since your departure, but Armitage missed you. He guessed he should get used to that though, since you were disgusted with him. How could you not be? He was disgusted with himself. He had been so stubborn and stupid. It had been foolish to open himself up, to trust you. Foolish to believe he was worthy of love, after all, his own father couldnât love him, so how could someone as wonderful as you?
It had been easy to fool himself, easy to hope that it was true because you had made it easy. After his accidental confession, he had found himself at the door to your quarters at some unsociable hour, somehow plucking up the courage to let you know that the âsheâ in question was, in fact, âyouâ. This had led to shared meals, both in the canteen where you sat opposite each other and kept a professional distance, and in his quarters where food was often forgotten, and stolen kisses turned into passionate embraces on his sofa.
Armitage had insisted that this budding relationship needed to be kept hidden, fearing that Ren would use you against him in any way he could. So, most of your interactions were firmly behind closed doors and he had almost perfected his passive expression whenever your paths crossed while working. Almost. And that is where the problems originated.
Ren had been watching the situation with a blend of curiosity and amusement. The idea that Hux believed he could hide those little thoughts of you that drifted to the forefront of his mind was laughable. The General practically radiated his feelings for you, and Ren decided to use this information to his own advantage. After all, torturing Hux was so much fun.
âI think we need to address fraternization on base once more.â Ren said as he stopped behind Hux on the bridge. âIt is causing⊠distractions.â
âDistractions? I believe productivity and focus has never been so high. I have not seen any indication that there are âdistractionsâ.â Hux clenched his jaw, fighting back any thoughts of you in his mind.
âThat is because you are distracted, General. I understand that a physical release is required, some way to vent frustrations, but once emotions are involved, that is when it becomes dangerous. Whatever arrangement the two of you have, you and your Captain, you are the one who has caught feelings. Feelings lead to distraction.â Ren warned, smirking beneath his helmet as he spotted you approaching from behind Hux.
âShe is not a âdistractionâ. I have no âfeelingsâ for the girl, it is a mutually beneficial physical arrangement, nothing more. She is good at her job and an adequate partner in the bedroom. You have your paramours, allow me mine. My focus is as sharp as ever. Do you really think someone like her could turn my head? Could steal my attention from The Order?â
âSo, she simply warms your bed?â Ren asked, raising his eyebrow he watched your expression as you paused, awaiting his answer rather than interrupting the conversation.
âNothing more.â Hux confirmed with a smug smile, feeling he had fooled Ren into believing him.
You blinked a few times before nodding to yourself and turning to leave. Ren was sending you with a small fleet to deal with a incursion on the outer rim and it had been your intention to say farewell to Armitage, believing that your relationship was more than just a physical release. Now him wanting to keep things secret made so much more sense, and you felt like you had just been punched in the stomach.
Ren waited until he was certain you had gone before shrugging. âWas she aware of that? She seemed rather upset when she heard you define your arrangement in such terms.â
âWhat?â Huxâs face drained of all colour as he looked around for you.
âI assume the Captain was coming to inform you that she is leaving on her mission. She caught the tail end of our conversation and chose to exit rather than interrupt.â
âExcuse me.â Hux strode from the bridge, he had to get to the docking bay, needed to explain.
His heart pounded as he broke into a run, not caring how desperate it made him look. He needed to get to you, needed to explain that he hadnât meant any of it, that he was trying to protect you. His boots screeched as he skidded around a corner, a group of Storm Troopers pressing themselves against the wall to allow him to pass. Armitage didnât even break his stride, not caring what they thought of him, the only person who mattered to him was about to leave and he had to stop that from happening. You couldnât go while thinking he didnât care for you, that this had all been an act.
Careening into the docking bay, he screamed out to stop the ship. People jumped at his order, scrambling to try and prevent the launch, but it was too late. Armitage had to stand there and watch your ship speed away. Frantically, he looked around, trying to find a way to get to you. He grabbed a transmitter, rushing over to get a better view, to make sure you were still in sight.
âCaptain. Captain! This is your General. Captain, answer your comms.â He barked, his frustration boiling over, his fear coming out as anger. As the silence lengthened, his shoulders slumped and he whispered, âplease.â
âGeneral.â Your voice was tight and he knew you were incredibly hurt, but he couldnât help smiling at the sound of your voice.
âTurn the ship around. I need you to return to base.â
âIs that an order, General, or a request?â There was something in the way you had spat his title that had his brow furrowing. If he told you, it was an order then that would be abusing his position, but that might be the only way to get you in front of him. He was about to tell you that it was indeed an order, but then he realised that would just reinforce what you already thought of him.
âIt was a request, darling. Please. I am not asking this as your General, Iâm asking this as your⊠as a man who is incredibly bad at relationships. A man who is navigating unfamiliar territory with all these feelings and I have made a mistake, I do make mistakes, and I probably will continue to make new and different mistakes in the future. I know that I hurt you, that was never my intention. I would rather have my face ripped off by a Wookie than cause you a single moment of pain. Please, donât leave me.â He stared at the ship which was still moving away from him. The vulnerability in his voice had everyone around him frozen, watching with bated breath because there was a chance that anyone standing near Hux was about to have the weight of his heartbreak focused on them, and nobody wanted to be that guy.
âGeneral, I-â The communication was broken off as your ship slipped into hyperdrive, taking you out of the range of his comm unit.
A hollow feeling spread through him, heat rising in his cheeks, the familiar pain of humiliation washing over him. How could he have been so naĂŻve to tell you so openly how he felt? Not only that, but so publicly! Everyone had heard his declaration, and your response, or lack of. He knew that confession would leave him defenseless, but part of him had believed you would be there to catch him, now he had nothing but the cruel sting of rejection to contend with.
And so, he stood there, staring at the spot in the darkness that had stolen his chance at happiness from him. If the universe were perfect then you would be here in his embrace, listening to his apologies and reassuring him with your sweet kisses. Armitage realised that he would never get to kiss you again, that he had been robbed of a final parting kiss, that the last time his lips had found yours had been far too brief. If he had known that would be the last time he could kiss you then he would have ensured it lasted an eternity, that he had poured every emotion he felt for you into it, but that was not to be. Instead, he would spend the rest of his life just missing your stupid face.
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Summary: When you feel a battle brewing you reach out to the people you believe could help, only you are not entirely sure the one person you want to see will show up for you.
Word Count: 1182 words
Prompt: Battlefield by SVRCINA
A/N: The brilliant, wonderful ray of pure sunshine that is @iwillbeinmynest was one of my reblog draw winners many moons ago, and as their prize requested some Geralt to go along with this song. I am sorry itâs taken me so long but I hope you like it.
The moon was drifting lower in the sky, the only real indication of how little time had passed since this night had begun. A dense mist washed over the uneven ground, covering the fallen like a blanket, erasing the massive loss as if trying to sterilize the scene in some way. The quiet was disconcerting, but you knew the peacefulness was deceptive, that both sides were simply regrouping, licking their wounds and recalculating their next attack.
It was wholly unfair, one side never stood a chance, the mage had ensured that much. This was yet another example of those with power taking whatever they wished with no concern for those they stomped into the dirt. You hated that. Magic was not supposed to be used for this, it was for healing and growing, not destruction and death.
You walked across the battlefield, crows circling above you, your black cloak billowing behind as you felt hot tears caress your cheeks. It had been the same dream, night after night for weeks now. This was not purely images your slumbering mind had conjured, these were things that would come to pass and you had to make a decision. Was this going to be the line in the sand? Were you going to stand by and watch another kingdom obliterated, stripped of its resources and left baren and nothing more than ash?
When you woke, you could still taste the coppery tinge to the air, smell the decay of death lingering in your nostrils. Who would choose to live in a world like this? Gathering up whatever supplies you could carry, you decided to set out and do what you could to help the small kingdom about to be ground into the dirt.
It was a long journey, and during your travels you attempted to recruit as many friends to your cause as you could. This included sending letters to the one man you had believed was firmly in your past. There was no way he would actually show up, not after your last encounter, but the possibility of a Witcher on your side would definitely cause the vindictive mage to pause. Â
âLetter for you.â The barman grunted, sliding the envelope across the wood, snatching his hand back before he could accidentally make contact with the creature opposite him.
Geralt simply growled, snatching up the paper with little regard for it. Another cry for help from some place that was desperate enough to need him, but didnât really want him. He was about to toss it into the fire when a flicker of recognition crossed his face, something about the handwriting was familiar, but that couldnât be. There was no chance that you would reach out to him, not when he had so successfully broke you the last time your paths crossed.
Retiring to his room, he sat in the candlelight, staring at the envelope, torn between opening it and being crushed by disappointment upon discovering this was not written by your fair hand, and bubbling anxiety that this letter had been sent by you and contained ill news. He had pushed you away to keep you safe, to keep that air of hope and positivity that you exuded. You were a healer, someone who brought light into the world. He was a destroyer, someone to whom the stench of death clung like a second skin. It had pained him to treat you so cruelly, but it was the only way he could save you. At least, that is what he told himself whenever the memory of you crept into his mind.
Closing his eyes, he brought the envelope to his nose, softly breathing in the scent of the paper, the ink, and the faintest traces of your perfume. His fingers had torn the letter from its confines before he had even opened his eyes, his heart racing, eager to feel connected to you even for a moment, even if the news was dire.
My dearest Geralt,
I hope this letter finds you, and if it does, I hope it finds you well. I imagine you have not become adept at taking care of yourself in our time apart, although I hope you have at least taken to eating better and drinking less.
He chuckled to himself at that, you had always tried to take care of him, had regarded his life as something worth caring for. Perhaps with you by his side it had been, but he had to admit his vegetable intake was down and his ale intake had increased. He continued to read.
I have been plagued by visions over the past year, recently one in particular. I cannot stand by and allow such injustice to continue in our land. I am not a warrior, but I believe this is a fight worth joining. I would very much like you to join me, even if it is just to see your face one last time. Everything could stay the same, or we could change it all.
The letter went on to detail where you were headed, where you believed the battle to be and Geralt found himself on his feet, already packing his things and yelling for Jaskier. You needed him. You were putting yourself in danger. There was no way in hell he wasnât going to show up for you, to protect you, to see you, hold you.
You knew they would wait until nightfall to attack, you just were not entirely sure from which direction. Their forces were camped to the North, pulling attention, but that did not mean it was where this battle began. Your little band of friends had done what you could to boost the small army; potions and illusions, reinforced armor and upgraded weapons where possible. There was a real sense of hope in the air, the idea that this battle could be won and when the sun rose once more it would be on a glorious victory, but there was a chill running up your spine telling you different.
âWe give you this one chance to surrender.â The mocking call from the mage rang out over the fields between the two sides. One chance. This was your one chance to make a difference, to change fate. You had to believe it was possible.
âYeah, donât think we will take you up on that, but I will give you one chance to surrender. Any of your men who do not wish to partake in this battle, feel free to leave. Now.â A familiar voice called out and you peered over the rampart, your heart fluttering wildly when your eyes fell on the broad frame and white mane of the man who would forever hold your heart.
As if sensing your presence, Geralt turned and looked up, his eyes finding yours easily. He was not sure how this night would go, but he did know he would fight with everything he had to ensure your light was preserved, your belief that things could change remained intact. Perhaps, for one night, destruction could be used to preserve healing.
Listen, I had no idea where to take this fic or where youâd take it but holy crap this was perfect! I love that he nearly burned the letter but noticed the handwriting.
If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! đđ„°
Aww thank you, sweetie!! This definitely cheered me up today!! âșïžâșïž
Bucky had resigned to a life in the cold but when he feels the warmth of the sun without being burned, he will have a hard time letting her go, no matter the trouble that follows her. But the bigger question is: what is she?
Authorâs Notes: This is for @sgtbxckybxrnesâ Fall Writing Challenge! I had fun with this one so I hope you enjoy!!
Word Count: 2.4K
Notes/Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mentions of drinking, kissing, anxiety, aggression, fluff.
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 For the love of all things. Y/N knew from the moment she started getting ready that tonight was going to be a disaster and now what was supposed to be a girls night was turning into a âLetâs see how many of us can find guys to go home withâ night.
  Y/N rolled her eyes and sipped on what was left of her one and only drink. No way was she getting tipsy and ending up on a walk of shame tomorrow. No, after things ended with Sean there was no way she was going to rush into anything else for a while. The last thing she wanted to deal with was another guy.Â
 Which was also why the fact that this girlâs night was less about the girls and more about guys ticked her off.Â
 âOh my gosh.â Raychel stood up at their table. âYou know what we should do?â
 The table waited for her to answer herself.Â
 âGo ghost hunting!â
 There was a mix of responses from the group of eight.Â
(Also, for anyone unfamiliar with Amaâs OFC Howie Stark, go check out her masterlist!)
âMorning,â Nat said as she handed you a cup of coffee.
âMorning,â you grumbled back. âWhere is everyone?â
The kitchen was surprisingly quiet for a Tuesday morning.
Nat shrugged. âBarnes and Rogers have been gone since before I got up, Parker and the Stark boy are in the lounge playing video games and I think Barton was escorting Tony to a press conference.â
You nodded. âGotcha.â
You took a sip of coffee.
âSo are you and Barnes a thing now?â
You snorted and choked on the hot liquid. After you finally caught your breath you looked at her and asked, âwhat are you talking about?â
She grinned. âI could have sworn I heard small footsteps heading into Barnes room last night around 11.â
You shook your head, âI donât know anything about that.â
âSo youâre telling me thereâs absolutely nothing between you and Barnes?â Nat asked again.
âI swear.â You held your hand up and crossed your heart with the other.
Peter and Howie walked in and went to the fridge.
âWhat are we talking about?â Howie asked.
âNothing-â
Nat cut you off. âTrying to figure out if Y/N and Barnes are hooking up.â
âNat!â You looked at her shocked.
âWhat?â She grinned.
âOh theyâre totally doing it.â Howie said with a mouth full of banana.
You glared at him. âNo one asked you, Howard.â
âOoo, full name,â Peter chuckled, âYouâre in trouble.â
. . . . . . .
Steve looked at the phone in his hand and then to Bucky. Nat had called and put the phone on speaker for them to hear her subtle interrogation of Y/N.
âIs it true?â he asked Bucky. âAre you and Y/N . . .â
Bucky smirked and licked his lips. âSheâs telling the truth thereâs nothing between us.â
Steve sighed in relief.
âNot even the sheets.â Bucky finished.
. . . . . . .
Steve cussed out Bucky so loud that Y/N heard him from the other room.
