Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Hospitals, Biker AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Geraskier, Found Family, Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Hurt Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Series: Part 3 of The Biker and the Songbird
Picking up just days after where The Biker and the Songbird left off, Geralt knew the road to recovery wouldn't be easy, but he'd hoped the worst of it was behind them.
But when an unexpected incident threatens to derail Jaskier's recovery and brings up Geralt's own messy past, he'll have to let Jaskier in or risk losing all they've built together.
Flirt Fails (bucky barnes x reader)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader
prompt: “Stars pale in comparison to you.”
words: 612 (or something around that number)
summary: Of course he chooses to make a move on you when you’re sleep deprived. Cue awkward flirting.
a/n: Just a little Drabble because I was feeling like snuggling against Bucky. Feedback is always appreciated!
It happens one random night, after a long day of the same monotonous things you’ve been doing for the past few weeks. No action packed chase sequences, no stakeouts or raids, just combing through years and years of confidential databases of some new “secret agency” that had cropped up in the five years you’d been gone.
You’re sitting cross-legged on his floor (which is way too cold to even be sitting on, so you’ll need to corral Bucky into his bed tonight), hair put up in a messy bun, teeth closed around the cap of your pen as you do your paperwork. The combination of exhaustion and keeping the forms balanced on your knee cause your handwriting to turn into chicken scratch across the paper, and you sigh heavily, your frown deepening.
“I see it’s going well.” Bucky seems completely fine as he plops down next to you, setting a warm cup of coffee in front of you as he peers into the report, steel blue eyes skimming your words with a little difficulty. Usually, the proximity would have you flustered and stammering, but you don’t really care at this point. You can see the sassy comment on the tip of his tongue and intervene before it slips out.
“Don’t give me crap about the penmanship, okay?” You mutter, scratching your eyebrow as you realize you’ll probably have to redo this in the morning.
“I was gonna say it looked great.” He says, mock offended as he leans back against the armchair you chose to use as your backrest. Even past the tiredness, your lips still quirk a bit — ever since he and Sam had worked out their baggage, he’d become a lot better. Ready to make jokes (that weren’t even sarcastic half of the time), more cheerful, and unfortunately for you, more flirty.
“You’d think you’d be nicer to me, since I’m letting you take over my apartment.” Bucky mumbles, but his eyes are on the TV, tilting up his beer bottle to his lips. You look at him, deadpan, through your eyelashes.
“Stars pale in comparison to you.” You say to him in the most monotonous tone you can manage, and he chokes on the beer, chortling as he coughs. It’s hard to stifle the smile that spreads across your face when you see him laugh so freely, when he shoots you a playful half-grin that has no business being that attractive at 3 AM and nudges your shoulder with his.
“Careful, doll, you’re gonna make me blush.” You quirk an eyebrow, and poke his cheek with the end of your pen.
“Too late, buddy.” His eyes go wide, and the redness spreads to the tips of his ears as he clears his throat and tries to recover with a sheepish smile.
“It’s… been a while.” You smirk, huffing a laugh as you return to your papers.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
“What if I don’t want you to be gentle?” The teasing atmosphere of the room changes to something heavier as you look up at him, a little startled by the way his voice drops a few octaves.
“Well…” You clear your own throat, trying to think of something witty to say. “…I wouldn’t be.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head as you hear it. That was the best you could do?! REALLY?!
You only open them again when you hear him chuckle, and see him trying not to laugh.
“Maybe we’ll pick this up later, when you have all your brain cells.” You appreciate the casual out he gives you, but not as much as the arm he slings over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. He returns his gaze to the match of… sports that’s going on, letting you calm down and relax against him.
Though you think you like the kiss he pressed onto your temple best.
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