#31daysofswift

[novamariestark]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Bᴀʀɴᴇs [𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝟣]

pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Reader

synopsis: you are Pepper's younger sister, not by blood but that never bothered either of you. Without realizing it, you become the caretaker for the Avengers, so when a new member joined, it was only natural you'd do the same for him... Bucky Barnes

song inspiration: Lover ~ "Can I Go Where You Go?"

fandom: Marvel

warnings: none that I know off. Just my bad version of fluff i suppose lol

[A/N] this ended up far from what I originally imagined last night and probably would have been different had I not had such a busy day today. Bloody outside world 🙄sorry it sucks

Peace.

Love.

Hope.

Belonging.

All things that Bucky has not felt since the '40s. Things he didn't think he'd ever feel again. Things he believed he didn't deserve to feel. That was until he met you.

For reasons he still can't explain, you didn't immediately cower away from him. Him who had been responsible for countless deaths. Him who was a killing machine. Him a monster.

Instead you did the complete opposite. You were polite, kind and understanding. More things he didn't think he deserved and you picked up on that really quickly.

You knew that Bucky was still a tumbleweed of nerves, so you tried to do as much as you could to make him comfortable and make the tower feel like home to him without freaking the absolute shit out of him accidentally.

You never pushed him. You never tried to pry into every last thought that was swimming around in his head.

You were just... there. A gentle presence that existed beside him. That calmed him more than he realised.

More often than not, he found himself near you, whether you were sitting at the dinner table, or if you were sitting at the kitchen counter, he would too.

If he has a nightmare and starts roaming the tower, pacing away because he can't sit still, you would be sitting in the kitchen waiting for him with a mug of warm milk with honey and cinnamon, something your parents gave you when you had nightmares as a child.

It became routine, unfortunately, not because you didn't want to be there, but because you'd prefer that he didn't have the nightmares in the first place. He's already suffered enough and yet, some nights, Hydra still has him in a chokehold.

Months go by and the routine is still in place, but Bucky finds himself having fewer nightmares. They still occur, just not as often. Lately, he's been dreaming a lot about you. About your smile, your laugh, your eyes, all things that made him smile. Not just that small, barely existent one he usually does. An actual, genuine smile.

He didn't deserve you, he didn't deserve your friendship, he didn't deserve the peace that your presence gives him. At least that's what he keeps telling himself over and over.

It wasn't true. Sometimes you think he still sees The Winter Soldier and himself as the same thing. But they're not. They never have been. One was a weapon that Hydra wielded, the other, an innocent man who just wanted to serve his country, forced to live with the grief, the guilt and the trauma that was forced upon him.

The more Bucky's feelings for you grew, the more he buried them. Not because he wanted to. He buried them because he thought he would hurt you. And that scared him more than anything.

He was doing a good job at ignoring those feelings, for the most part, until you bought him a present.

"It's not my birthday," he had said, confusion painting over his features as he looks at the date on his phone, that you had taught him how to use, "Is it?"

You laughed, moving to come and stand next to him, "It's gotta be your birthday for someone to buy you a gift?"

Bucky shrugged, "I guess not but, I don't think I deserve this, doll,"

God that nickname always made your stomach do 100 cartwheels. You bit your lip, turning your head slightly so he didn't notice the giddy smile on your face.

You compose yourself and turn back to him, "Well you do," you told him, you voice firm and leaving no room for arguments as you picked his right hand up by his wrist and bringing it upwards, flipping it over in the process. His fingers subconsciously opened up and you place the keys on his palm.

"It's all yours,"

"I can't believe it," he said as he stepped towards it, admiring every inch, every detail, "How did you know to get this bike?"

"I have my sources,"

"Steve?"

"Yeah,"

He smiled turning back to the bike and just thought to himself for a moment before turning back to you.

"Thank you,"

It's literally the biggest smile you'd ever seen on Bucky's face, which was a shame because he had the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen and you wanted to see it more often.

And so you did see it more often. But you didn't know that that smile was only ever on his face when you were nearby and everyone started noticing this. Except you.

Everyone kept dropping hints here and there and yet you still remained oblivious. Bucky was thankful for that. The last thing he wanted was something like rejection to take away what you guys had.

--

The cold sweat clung to his skin as he jolted awake, breath ragged and heart pounding like a drum. The room was dark, silent—filled with only the sound of his heavy breathing. Your face, covered in blood, pale, lifeless faded away from him like sand slipping through his fingers.

Quietly, he rose and made his way down the hall to start his ritual, his light footsteps adding to his uneven breathing.

When he calmed down he made his way down to the kitchen to find you were waiting in the kitchen, just as always—warm mug sitting on the counter, waiting for him. The faint scent of honey hit him on his way to his usual seat.

You smiled at him, expecting him to sit down next to you as he always does but he doesn't. Instead he pulls you into a hug.

"Please don't go," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly, as though he was on the verge of breaking into tears.

"What?" you asked as your arms automatically wrapped around him. "I'm not going anywhere Bucky. What would make you think that?"

"My nightmare... you died,"

Your fingers thread through his hair, gently, soothingly stroking as you speak just as gently to him, "It will never happen, Bucky. I'm surrounded by avengers,"

He apologizes as he pulls away, you just smile and say that it's okay. The rest of the night, you sat in silence.

--

Parties definitely weren't his thing. Yours either but Tony being your "brother-in-law" somehow meant that your attendance was mandatory. Every party Tony has ever thrown, you had bailed 10 minutes in when no one was looking, but this time you had company.

You had slipped into the seat next to him, on the table hiding in the corner. He watched everyone as though they were someone coming for him. You knew he was uncomfortable just by the look on his face.

"You wanna leave?" you asked him, pointing to the door. Bucky looked over at where Tony and the others were, "Don't worry about them, they'll understand,"

And that led you to sitting on your bed, watching Finding Nemo of all things. It was a film that you knew and loved. It was also innocent and lighthearted.

By the end you were a sobbing mess as you always were after this movie. You looked over and Bucky's eyes were glossy and one stray tear that escaped was rolling down his cheek.

Your hand instinctively moved to wipe the tear, Bucky looked at you and your hand out the corner of his eye. Your actions paused and you mumble sorry before pulling your hand away.

Your hand doesn't make it very far though when it's captured by Bucky's. Your gaze flicks between your joined hands and Bucky's beautiful blue eyes.

His metal hand moves to move a stray hair from your face, the cool metal shocking you slightly.

He smiles and asks "If you get lost, can I go too?"

You smile softly, squeezing his hand. “Always.”

[novamariestark]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 - Hᴀɴᴋ Vᴏɪɢʜᴛ [𝒟𝒶𝓎 3]

pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

synopsis: you've had enough of the silence and the suffering you go through not knowing whether Hank is okay or not.

song inspiration: You're Losing Me - "How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?"

fandom: One Chicago

warnings: none that I know off. Just my bad writing lol

[A/N] i know this really sucks and is short. It used to be so easy for me to write.

You didn’t mean to raise your voice. But it was either that—or completely fall apart.

“I can’t keep doing this, Hank,” you yelled, your voice sounding as tired as you felt, and dripped with every bit of frustration you’d kept bottled up until this point, “It’s exhausting. The fights, the complete and utter silence when you finally walk through that door. It’s…” you paused briefly to keep control of the tears that were threatening to break free,  your voice starts to croak as though the words you were saying were poison on your tongue.

“It’s not supposed to be this hard, Hank,”

He didn’t say anything.

He never did. Not until it was too late.

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh, “God, do you even love me anymore?”

He scoffed, “Of course, I love you,”

“Well, you’ve got a funny way of showing it,”

His eyes flicked toward you, unreadable as usual, but still he stayed on the other side of the room. Always just out of reach.

"You think I don’t feel this? That I don’t care?" His voice was low, gravelly, the way it used to be when he’d whisper things to you in the dark. Things like stay, I’ve got you. Things that made you believe that you had a future, "You’re the only peace I have left in this goddamn city."

“I never know if you’re okay. I asked you to at least let me know you’re coming home. But you don’t. I sit here praying, Hank, just to hear the door open. Just to know you’re alive. And then when you do walk in…” “It’s like you’re not even here at all.”

And that’s when the control of the dam broke and your tears fell harder than the rain during a heavy storm.

“I just… I can’t do this anymore,”

You wiped at your eyes but it didn’t matter. The tears just kept coming.

You turned and walked toward the door. He said your name once. One soft little call and what sounded like regret. But he didn’t reach for you. Didn’t beg for you to stay. Didn’t fight for your relationship.

And that broke your heart more than anything else ever could.

--

‘y/n?’ a voice asked on the other side of the line

‘Alvin? Why are you calling me? Is…?’

‘He’s alive… he’s been shot’

The words echoed in your mind. Bouncing off the walls as though someone was playing pinball inside your head. You didn’t even remember getting dressed—just throwing on your shoes. You grabbed your keys and rushed out the door without a second thought.

You broke several laws getting to Med, nearly got choked by your seatbelt in your rush to escape the car. You sprinted to the ER, barely coherent, grabbing the nearest nurse and rattling off Hank’s full name multiple times.

When you finally saw Alvin, you cornered him with a hundred frantic questions he couldn’t answer because you wouldn’t stop talking long enough to hear him respond.

Another member of Hank’s team, Adam was smiling at you and once you’d finished asking your questions, he asked one of his own.

"Are those dinosaur pajamas?" he asked, a tired smile tugging at his mouth.

You looked down. You hadn’t even realized.

You felt a little embarrassed but the worry you had for your man was a lot stronger than what other people thought. Besides, they were cute and you looked adorable.

You waited hours. The longest of your life.

And when they finally let visitors in, you were the first one through the door.

You remember the way Hank looked at you. The weak smile. The flicker of pain, then softness.

He tried to sit up.

“Don’t you dare move,” you scolded, rushing to his side. “You’ll probably hurt yourself again.”

“Lucky me,” he rasped. “Hot and bossy nurse.”

You should’ve been mad.

Instead, you laughed and cried at the same time.

You sat at his bedside the entire night, your hand in his, watching the rise and fall of his chest like it was the only thing anchoring you to the world.

And when he fell asleep, you whispered, “Don’t ever do that to me again.” pressing a kiss to his knuckles as the incessant beeping started to somehow lull you to sleep.

By the time you come back to the present, you are already at your car door. You look back and waited.

For something

Anything

But nothing came.

He didn’t run after you, he didn’t open the door, he didn’t even stand by the window.

You stood there for a few more seconds, the cool night air kissing your skin, your hand on the car door handle. Waiting. And you had no idea why you were still waiting anymore.

You waited long enough.

The realisation started to seep in. You nodded to yourself and opened that door, getting in and slamming it behind you so he heard it. You fumbled to get the keys in the ignition which was getting increasingly hard as the tears blurred your eyes and your fingers were shaking. But when you were successful, you drove off, never looking back in the mirror.

It was over…

[novamariestark]

𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 - Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ Rᴇx [𝒟𝒶𝓎 2]

pairing: Captain Rex x Jedi!Reader

synopsis: you are a jedi, he's a clone. It should have never started, shouldn't have continued but you couldn't stop loving him, no matter how hard you tried.

song inspiration: Illicit Affairs~ "But it dies, and it dies, and it dies"

fandom: Star Wars

warnings: A little angsty, little rushed (had some personal issues today but i really wanted to post and don't wanna slip up on day 2 lol), brief mention of blood, use of y/n, death, don't think there's anything else

It wasn’t supposed to keep happening. It was only supposed to be that one mistake. But you did it again and again. No matter how many times you both say “Last time,” there was always another.

You weren’t supposed to feel anything. You weren’t supposed to have attachments. You weren’t supposed to look at each other the way you did when no one was looking your way.

But you did.

You weren’t supposed to want more. But want always turned into need.

And it was always

“Just this once.” “Last time.” “We can’t keep doing this.” “I know.”

You loved him. And you weren’t supposed to. He loved you and he knew it was wrong.

You were a Jedi. Attachment was forbidden. Falling in love was simply something the jedi are not supposed to do. He was a soldier that was made for war.

You used to tell yourself that it meant nothing, it was just physical. That if you had another life, maybe it would mean everything.

But this was your life.

You didn’t want to walk away. That was the problem.

You kept telling yourself you would, you didn’t.

It wasn’t just physical anymore. It hadn’t been for a while. You just kept pretending it was. Kept lying to yourself because it was easier than admitting the truth.

The truth was you wanted him. You loved him.

And yeah. You weren’t supposed to.

But you did.

You tried to bury it. Tried to keep your distance. But that didn’t last. Not at night. Not when he looked at you like you were the only thing in the whole galaxy. The only thing that made him feel alive. Something other than a soldier. A clone.

And maybe you were.

Maybe you needed him just as much.

But needing someone—that was dangerous. Loving someone—that was worse. Attachments made you vulnerable. Weak. That’s what they always told you. That’s what the Council drilled into your head since you were a kid.

But you never felt weak standing next to him. You never felt danger when you were wrapped in his arms whilst you lay on the bed in some remote hotel where you had little chance to be recognized.

It felt like home.

Peace.

Peace you felt when your fingers were curled in his blacks, to pull him closer. Peace when the comm was buzzing with your next mission and you both just... laid there. Still. Silent. Content. Pretending you didn’t hear it at all.

But of course, you had to get up and do your duty. Like many times before, you both begrudgingly untangled your limbs from one another and got up to get dressed. It was routine. Something that you both do on autopilot now because you’ve done it so often.

But this time, it was only the one comm going off, on Rex’s side of the bed. Because yours hadn’t gone off, Rex tried to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking you up.

Thinking you were asleep, dead to the galaxy, he leans down, his lips gently brushing against your forehead as he placed a kiss. That alone shocked you enough but the words that come next could have killed you because your breath caught in your throat.

I love you

You didn’t move. You didn’t know what to do. Should you say it back? Should you pretend you didn’t hear it?

But either way, you didn’t say anything.

He stroked some hair from your face, smiling at your delicate, peaceful features. He didn’t want to leave, but he had to. Though he knew if he had the chance, the choice, he’d wanna stay by your side.

Rex never had a proper home. Kamino was where he was made and he called it home but when you two started your physical relationship and his feelings started to grow, he realised that you were home.

He left quietly, as he always did.

You stayed where you were for a moment, biting your lip, even letting out a small laugh to yourself. You moved over on the bed and laid your head where he had been. His pillow. His scent still lingered. You closed your eyes and thought about telling him you loved him when he came back.

But he didn’t come back.

Not your Rex anyway.

The door to your room flung open, so hard it hit the wall and bounced back. A small squad of clones entered, Rex leading them. Their guns pointed at you.

You jumped from the bed, the cover dropping from your frame as you backed up towards the wall.

What the hell?

“Rex?” Your voice shook. “Rex, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer. His movements never faltered even an inch.

This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be real. You didn’t even move. You couldn’t.

You were having a nightmare. Of course. That had to be it.

But when that bolt tore through your flesh, the pain felt too real to be a nightmare.

Your breath caught in your throat, more from disbelief than pain. You stumbled backward, your hand pressed to your side, warm blood already seeping through your fingers.

Your knees gave out before you realised. You hit the floor hard.

You looked up at the gun it came from. Held by the very hand that stroked the hair from your face just hours earlier.

All you could do was stare at him.

“Rex?” your voice broke, barely hiding the heartbreak in your tone.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak.

You still clutched your side, but the real pain—the one that grew in your chest, burning and smashing your heart into a million pieces, was worse than anything his blaster could do.

Your voice trembled. “Why… why did you—?”

The second bolt hit just above your heart. Not enough to kill you instantly, but you knew it was coming.

Your vision blurred. Edges filling black, slowly closing in.

The pain was sharp but seemed so distant now. Your breath was shallow, ragged, the world spinning around you. Blood continues to seep warm between your fingers, no matter how hard you tried to stop it. Your head spun, fuzzier by the second as a heavy fog rolled in.

You wanted to scream at him, to ask why. To tell him to stop. But the words wouldn’t come out.

The room started to grow darker. The edges of your vision blurred until all you could focus on was him, his helmet, seemingly so close yet so distant.

Then, just before the darkness took you completely, you whispered, barely audible…

“But… I love you.”

And then, nothing.

--

Rex woke slowly, his head throbbing slightly. His hand moved to touch the back of his head.

“Is it…”

“It’s gone,” Ahsoka interrupted, knowing exactly what he was about to ask.

“So, I’m not going to…”

“Kill anyone else? No,”

Rex’s eyes averted downwards, guilt washing over him at the part he played during the fall. The one thing that could erase that guilt, was thinking of you.

He always thought about you.

“General L/N… do you... did she get away?” he asked, looking back up at Ahsoka, who just turned and continued to busy herself. But Rex persisted, sitting up more on the medical bed, “Ahsoka… where’s y/n?”

Ahsoka stopped what she was doing and her head lowered slightly. She took a big sigh before turning to Rex, her face filled with sadness.

“You killed her”

[novamariestark]

31 DAYS OF SWIFT

A little writing challenge inspired by Taylor Swift songs.

🗓️ Starts July 1st — Ends July 31st

If you wanna join in, tag your work with #31DaysOfSwift

Whether you write fanfic or original works, let your creativity and imagination take over.

How It Works:

• On each day, choose a Taylor Swift song as the prompt (you'll find them on the challenge card below).

• Day 31 is the wildcard, YOU choose any Taylor song not already on the card.

• You can write anything inspired by the title, lyrics, or even just the sound itself.

• Any fandom. Any ship. Any genre. Any length.

Are you ready for it??

These were auto picked because my brain would not be able to choose from Taylor's catalog. She has sooo many amazing songs.

note: I wanted to do this June but I unfortunately had no time.