#certifiedskywalker

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In a desperate search for peace and release, you take a walk in the park. Only, what you find isn’t the type of relief you expected.

(This turned out waaaaaay longer than I thought it would! Enjoy! Feedback is always appreaciated!)

Initially, you went off to the park to hike in the hopes of clearing your mind. After stewing your bedroom for days, thoughts racing alongside doubts, you needed to break free of the cycle. A hike, you surmised, would suffice. That was how you found yourself wandering about a section of forest, lost and more on edge than you were before.

It was a new section of the park near your home, added as a memorial to those who had been lost after Thanos’ invasion. A statue of Iron Man sat in the center, surrounded by other stone monuments inscribed with the names of the rest of the victims. It was a bittersweet sight, driving you to hurry along on the path through a grove of trees. However, you spike of energy is soon lost. The path beneath your feet is covered with foliage and you find yourself walking along a crystal-blue lake.

“Great,” you sigh, letting out a heavy breath as you stared out across the lake. You rested your hands on your hips and kept yourself from crying. Focus trained on the shimmering waves of the water, you try to suppress the shaking of your shoulders. Finally, the stress had overwhelmed you to the point of tears.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact cause: work, family, or simply life as a whole. Something had stolen you peace and calm state of mind. Now, you were just tired of it. There was no strength left in your bones or heart to wipe at the tears that flowed down your cheeks. Instead of moving, you stared into the depths of the lake, hoping for some savor to part the water.

“Hey, are you okay?” For a moment, you feared your wish had come to fruition. Yet the lake remained whole, despite the soothing voice that had reached out to you. You looked over to your right and saw the man who had been so concerned. He was tall, brown shoulder length hair and thick scruff that made him look like a New York hipster. If it weren’t for his kind blue eyes, you would have walked off.

“I mean,” you sniffled and began to wipe at your tears in slight embarrassment, “I’ve been better, I guess.” The man gave you a sympathetic half-smile before taking a step towards you. You peer wearily at his extended hand but find that, in his soft grasp, a little pack of tissues was offered out to you. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured as you plucked the pack from his hand. A moment of silence passes between the two of you and you feel as if you should thank him again. Never before had some stranger shown you such kindness. You can’t help but sneak a glance at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the strong jaw and slightly furrowed brow. Whoever he was, he looked just as tired as you were; if not more so.

“I-I uh,” you swallowed, trying to steady your voice, “don’t normally just...cry anywhere.” You turn your head briefly, gauging the man’s reaction and expecting to see him smiling. He wasn’t smiling, at least not in a way that was condescending to you. The man was frowning, eyes still trained on the lake as if to give you some sort of privacy.

“You don’t have to explain,” he replied, “the lake has a way of washing any walls away. A lot of people come here and just….”

“Reflect?” You ask, finishing his trailing sentence. The man turns and nods at you, blue eyes piercing into your soul. You had to peel your eyes off of him, not wanting to scare him off.

“I’m Bucky, by the way,” the man, Bucky, said softly.

“I’m Y/N,” you greeted, looking back up at him. Bucky shot you a fleeting smile, one that you wished had stayed a little longer. “Thanks again, for the tissues.”

You handed back the small package back to Bucky but he held up his hand, pulling it from his jacket pocket. In the same moment he was about to refuse them, his phone chimed. He pulled his other hand from his pocket, a hand with metal fingers wrapped around his phone. Metal. Quickly, he answered the call, mouthing a sad ‘excuse me’ to you.

The call was swift for in a manner of seconds and a few mumbles of agreement, Bucky was by your side once more. His cheeks were slightly reddened, flushed from either the breeze that had stirred up the waves of the lake or something said in conversation. The glint in his eyes hinted to you that it was whoever was on the other end of the phone that sparked the blush. Part of you ached at that realization.

“You can keep that,” Bucky continued, as if the call never had occurred. “Maybe you can return the favor if I see you again.”

“Yeah, yes, of course,” you stammered, giving him a hopeful look. “You have to go?” Bucky nodded, blinking a few times as he looked at you.

“I do, but I’ll see you the next time you walk in the park?” As he asked, Bucky began to walk backwards, hands stuffed back in his jacket pockets.

“Yeah, you will,” you replied with the hints of a smile resting on your lips.

“Great,” Bucky gushed. He was turning on his heel when you spoke up again.

“Good luck saving the world again,” you shouted, low spirits forgotten the moment Bucky turned and gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen in your life. He held up his metal hand with his thumb up in symbolic thanks before darting off. You watched Bucky Barnes walk off and wondered how the media had gotten the story of the supposed ‘killer’ so wrong. A harsh wind blew, nearly knocking you off your feet. Instinctively, you grip tightened around the tissues Bucky had given you. Braving the newfound chill, you made your way home.

Here’s an updated masterlist as requested! Let me know if some links don’t work. Some of my writing is really old so the hyperlink may have changed.

(I only write for the Fandoms Italicized)

Game Of Thrones (Retired)

Star Wars

The Mandalorian

Hemlock Grove (Retired)

Bohemian Rhapsody (Retired)

Titans/Doom Patrol (Retired)

Marvel MCU

Riverdale (Retired)

13 Reasons Why (Retired)

Here’s my updated masterlist my friends! Happy reading!

*ALL imagines/fics are gender neutral unless stated otherwise

Game Of Thrones

Star Wars

Hemlock Grove (Retired)

Bohemian Rhapsody

Titans/Doom Patrol

Marvel MCU

Riverdale (Retired)

13 Reasons Why (Retired)

When Queen was told about their first out-of-country-tour, you weren’t surprised. Freddie, Brian, Roger, and your John poured their hearts and souls into the music. What did surprise you was the invitation to join them. The offer of traveling abroad with your boyfriend and his band was one that you could not ignore.

(Obviously Japan, 70s Deacy here and this is totally bases on 5 Seconds of Summer’s ‘Woke Up in Japan’ song. Give it a listen here)

You reached out, your fingertips dancing along the plush sheets as you searched for any sense of warmth. What you found was lingering heat, barely there at all. Without a new source of warmth, a shiver shakes through your sleep-ridden body. Slowly, your eyes blink open and the sight of the empty bed beside you startles you. You sit up, clutching the covers to your chilled skin and look around the hotel room.

The ornate designs that littered the walls seemed to shimmer under the rays of sunlight that filtered through the slightly parted curtains. Imprinted gold diamonds against the crimson wallpaper filled the hotel room with a soft glow. If it weren’t for the wind that, ever so often, blew the bottom of the curtains, you were sure you would haven sank back under the cover of slumber. Yet curiosity kept you awake and you pulled the blankets off of your semi-nude form.

From the array of clothes strewn about on the floor, you quickly find a blouse and slip it over your chest. When you finish buttoning the soft material snug over your body, the hem of the shirt lands along your thigh. It’s John’s, you realize with a gentle smile on your lips. You stride over to your suitcase and rifle through your belongings until you find a pair of shorts. Slipping the clothing over your legs, you stumbled towards the curtains.

John doesn’t seem to hear your approach, his attention trained on the skyscrapers and city streets that made up the Tokyo skyline. The light breeze would blow his wispy, auburn hair away from his face and it would tumble down his shoulders making his already reflective posture all the more meditative. His body was taut, arms resting on the railing of the balcony as he gazed out to the horizon. John looked older to you now, but still retained a softness that made your heart ache for him. The moment was picture worthy.

“If you take a picture it might last longer, love,” John teases, as if he had read your mind. You only hum in response, walking out to the balcony to join him. Leaning your body against his, warmth fills you once more. You wrap an arm around his thin torso and rest your head against his shift shoulder. John smiles at the contact, shifting his grey eyes from the city to you. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” you reply sweetly, “just left me feeling lonely ‘s all.” John let out a small huff of amusement at your words. You pinch his arm lightly at the sound and he mumbles a curse under his breath. “Don’t be mean.”

John chuckles at your tone and nods. “Sorry,sweetheart. You’re jus’ too cute when you’re drowsy.”

“Sure I am,” you jab back, disbelievingly. “You just want me to stick around, keep you company when groupies can’t.” Something you said must have struck a chord with John because he turned in your embrace. Your arm fell from his torso as John now moved to face you.

His eyes met yours with a sincerity that killed your smile. As he stared down at you and the corners of your mouth turned downwards, John reached a hand up. His calloused fingertips traced over your jaw, then your cheek, until they tangled in your hair. Gently, John pulled your face to his, pressing his lips to yours. His lips meld against yours tentatively, as if he thinks if he presses you any closer that  you might shatter in his grasp. Finally, he pulls away from you, lips sliding softly against your own as he does.

“You’re the only one for me,” he whispers tenderly, “that’s why I wanted you with me, here, in this beautiful place.” His arms are suddenly around your waist, pulling your body flush to his own. Your head rests against John’s slim chest and you can hear the steady beat of his heart as the two of you gaze out into the morning.

“It looks like a dream,” you murmur as your breathing slows to match the regular rise and fall of John’s chest. John hums in agreement and, overcome with the urge, the need, to see him, you lift your head from his pectoral. “Thank you, for bringing me here.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to thank me. I wanted you with me, like I said.” You smile and lean up on your tippy toes to press kiss to the corner of his mouth. He mumbles something against your lips but it’s muffled the moment you deepen the kiss. John soon takes control, his hands slipping up your waist and arms until they were cupping your jaw. Before you could part for a breath, John was walking you backwards until you felt your lower spine pressed against the balcony railing. You would have been scared of falling but with the way John was holding you, the fear soon melted away.

“Jesus, did you get my noise complaint?” The new voice interrupting your moment with John was unwelcomingly familiar. John pulled away from your lips, brows furrowed in slight annoyance. Your turned your gaze to the next balcony over to find Roger nursing a cigarette. His blond mane was sticking up every which way. Some lipstick stains on his neck only added to the mounting evidence that Roger had ‘fun’ last night.

“I don’t think we were the ones keeping you up,” you snap back, earning a snicker from John. Roger only rolled his blue eyes before taking a drag.

“The best I ever had,” he drawled, blowing smoke out of his mouth, “what’s your excuse for the tired faces.” While you cringed at the thought of which poor groupie Roger had taken to bed, John answered for you both.

“The neighbor in 304 couldn’t seem to quiet down,” John said loudly, tipping his head in Roger’s direction. You let out a giggle at the nonchalant nature of the scene unraveling before your eyes. Only with Queen could you get such quality banter.

“Shame for you,” Roger quips, “lucky bloke.” A high pitched, female voice cried out from Roger’s room and the drummer sighed loudly. “Hold on, ‘m comin’,” he turned back to you and John, “you might want to invest in ear plugs.”

You make a face of great distaste, one that John quickly emulates as Roger walks back into his room after snuffing out his smoke. Turning to John with a quirked brow, you frown. He is frowning too, but it is more of mockery of your own. The expression makes you grin and hit his shoulder playfully.

“Next time, I pick the room.” John chuckles and watches as you walk back inside from the balcony. You spare a glance back over your shoulder sassily and John is still smiling.

“It was this or Brian’s incessant snoring! I thought I was doing us a favor!” You let out a loud laugh and gesture for him to come inside. John follows behind you, hands grabbing at your hips until your body is against his once more. “‘M sorry, sweetheart.”

“All I know is that Roger and whoever he’s with better not be the ones that wake me up tomorrow.” Your words pull a smirk to John’s lips, the kind that makes your knees weak.

“I’ll wake you up,” he promises, his voice low, “the nicest way I know how.” You feel the heat rising to your cheeks before John can see it. Hitting his shoulder again, you critique his flirtation.

“You dog,” you gush, “no charm.” John laughs and presses his lips to yours. This kiss is harder than the rest, more yearning poured into the touch than before. Your hands soon tangle in his hair, pulling the light brown strands gently.