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tomorrow never came

Summary: Mourning the loss of your relationship with Bucky Barnes.

Word Count: 1,352.

A/N: I don’t know what came over me as I wrote this, but this gotta be the saddest shit I’ve ever written. Feel free to ask for a box of tissues. Big quoting used in this fic was all from “Milk and Honey”’s quote, “Questions” by Rupi Kaur. Hope you all enjoy!

ps: @galaxayy i actually did it!!!! 

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

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Arya + reader with 89 please

Characters: Reader x Arya Stark

Warnings: none

Prompts: “If my parents knew what I was doing, they’d kill me.”

Word Count: 352

A/N: i kinda liked this one

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Arya had constantly insisted that you would be having fun, but all you could feel right now was dread. 

“If my parents knew what I was doing, they’d kill me.” you groaned, and Arya smacked your shoulder and shushed you. “I’m serious, Arya!” 

“Then we’d better not get caught, then.” Arya responded, a mischievous glint in her eye as she readjusted her grip on the bow she had brought. The two of you were supposed to be back at Winterfell, preparing for the arrival of the King, but instead Arya had convinced you to come out with her and practice shooting.

You heard the creak of the bow as she raised it, and you followed her gaze to see her eyeing up an apple which hung from a tree a short distance away. Scoffing, you remarked, “No way are you going to hit that.”

Arya smirked, not bothering to respond, as she released the arrow. It zipped though the air, before it buried itself into the apple, causing it to fall onto the ground. Arya grinned as she got up and walked over to it, with you trailing behind. She ripped the arrow from the apple and bit into it, giving you a triumphant look. 

“I dare you to hit that tree over there.” she challenged, pointing to a scrawny, skinny tree to your left. You begrudgingly took the bow from her and pulled and arrow out of the case you were carrying, and lifted the bow up. You took a deep breath, before letting the arrow fly, and you pumped your fist into the air when you saw the arrow hit the tree.

“Bet you can’t hit that flower.” you pointed to a bush, where a single blossom had bloomed. Arya snatched the bow from you, ready to fulfil the challenge, when a voice yelled out, causing the both of you to freeze.

“Arya!” someone yelled, and both of you suppressed your laughter upon recognising Jon’s voice. “Seven Hells, where are you?” 

Grabbing Arya’s hand, the two of you turned around and quickly ran. Perhaps this was rather fun, after all.