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thequeenreaders · 4 months
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T h e D e c r e e 🧧
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"Allow me to elucidate the essence of this blog and its rules. Adherence to these guidelines ensures a smoother journey, sparing all from unnecessary strife in the presence of Her Highness." - The Royal Attendant 🙇🏻‍♂️
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"In the tapestry of her narratives, the implicit gender and pronouns assigned to the reader are typically female/she or aligned with the assigned female at birth (AFAB)."
"With this understanding, Her Highness does not craft narratives for male readers, as her expertise lies in the realm of female experiences, and she is not versed in the nuances of the male anatomy and existence."
"Notwithstanding, Her Highness remains open to the prospect of employing gender-neutral pronouns and tailoring narratives for readers of diverse gender identities, fostering an inclusive and welcoming space within her literary realm."
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yana-tqr · 3 months
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I love how you have your reblogs categorized. 💜
Hehe! Not only it helps me but hopefully, it does also help fellow readers who encounters the work !! 🖤💪
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thestangossip · 4 years
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Hey, seb and ale got papped holding hands in new york... yikes. And there is a twitter user named Tabitha got where the pic from and its from Backgrid, which means they called the paps again
Oh of course they did. Who gives a fuck about these two. 
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fiftyshadesgrl · 2 years
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MASTERLISTS!!!
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Negan masterlist
Wrecked part 1
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Jeffrey dean morgan fics
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Fighting demons for you
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Pleasing the storm
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midtwentiescrisis · 3 years
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Bucky Barnes - A Masterpost of Masterlists Vol. 2
If you would like your list of works posted here or have a recommendation, please let me know!
To all the writers mentioned, if you would like your list of works removed at any time, please let me know!
updated december 9, 2021
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Bucky Barnes - Masterpost of Masterlists Vol. 1
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HAPPY READING :)
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ticklikeabomb · 3 years
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Grouch - Part 7
Pairing : Bucky x Plus Size Reader ; Avengers x Plus Size Reader
Warning : Language ; Angst ; Mention of Smut
Word Count : 1.2k
Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.
A/N : I know it was long but I finally managed to come up with something. The next part will be the finale :) 
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They nodded and your eyes landed on the prosthetics. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you”, you tell Shuri and T’Challa. For the first time you smiled in what felt like ages.
“When can I put them on? I have a revenge to plan!”, you exclaimed with a small smirk and dark eyes.
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Shuri began the procedure of reattaching the prosthetics into your skin. “Are you sure? We don’t have to fi..” “I’m sure”, you replied with a determined voice. She took a deep breath before warning you it would hurt. “Ready?”, she asked to which you nodded. You felt the laser proceeding into reconnecting your skin and cells to the prosthetics and bit on your teeth, trying to conceal your pain but didn’t manage completely and let out groan mixed with deep and heavy breaths. The feeling wasn’t new though. The same procedure was inflicted to you by Hydra when they turned you into the Soldier. The only difference is that you didn’t asked for it the first time. The choice was taking from you. “Barrrrnss”, you whined. “What?” You closed your eyes and said through greeted teeth, “Bring me Barnesss”. Shuri nodded at the guard and she stepped out of the room.
He entered the room after Shuri attached the first of the four limbs. He felt small by the door, his heart beating frantically. He didn’t know why you specifically asked for him. A mix of fear and hope crossed his body when your piercing gaze landed on him. “Come herrre”, you exclaimed and saw him slowly approach. You reached out to his metal arm and he grabbed yours in return. In a swift movement, he was on his knees, your arm gripping on his with force. “I left the Avengers because of you. You played a part on why this happened to me. If I have to relieve this pain, so will you”, you told him. His eyes were locked with yours, his breath short before he nodded, “I’m sorry Y/N”, he whispered with glossy eyes.
Yours landed on Shuri and she focused her attention on assembling your second arm. The pain felt more bearable while holding his hand but what wasn’t, was the constant back-to-present memories. The flashes of dark and cold of the past Hydra bunkers mixed with the white and colorful rooms of the present moment in Wakanda. The hostile faces kaleidoscope with the concerned ones. The “weak” transforming to the “stay strong, it’s almost over”. The bad and the good in cohabitation. You in your very essence. Is it a rebirth or the unveiling of your true self? At the last limb, you were numb, emotionless, the only human motion being your silent tears rolling down your face. This time it was Bucky who held your hand strongly in his, showing he was with you. Your vision went dark.
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You were woken up by freshness and coldness coming in contact with your burning skin. Once your eyes adapted themselves to the room’s light, they travelled up. Above you stood Wanda, a wet napkin cooling your forehead. “Hi”, she whispered. You noticed that her eyes and expression were different. “Hey”, you mumbled dryly. She turned around and took the glass of water that was resting there. Presenting it your way, you stretched your arm and the second your hand touched it, your grip flinched, making the glass brake into pieces on the floor. “Fuck”, you groaned. You lifted your upper-body from the bed, discharging the banket when your legs touched the floor. You slowly tried to stay on your feet which you did until you decided to take a step and fell to the ground. “You have to get used to them”, stated Wanda and nodded at your renewed vibranium members before helping you get up and sit you on the bed. She immediately sensed the anger that crossed your body for having to depend on someone else.
After thanking Shuri and T’Challa for their hospitality and providing you new prosthetics, you spend the following weeks doing reeducation and training at the compound; taming your new members as fast as you could. The Avengers stayed at your side in helping you doing so. You still had mixed feelings regarding the duality of the situation and yourself but the team noticed that you were slowly warming up to them which made them happy. It was still complicated with Bucky even if he did everything in his power to be by your side. The hatred, the rude comments being replaced by encouragements, motivation and kindness.
You were on week 7 of your reeducation and it was time to test your fight moves and combat abilities. The first fight was against Natasha. You gave her a run for her money and ended up winning the duel thanks to your rapidity and your expertise. You had to face Rogers next. “Don’t go easy on me”, you nod at him. He chuckled before replying, “Not my plan.” “Good”, you whisper before attacking. You both kept the pace, dogging each other’s punches, waltzing up and down the mattress until you took the upper hand and plastered him on the ground, your arm pressing his behind his back. You lost control of your strength and the next sound heard was Roger’s scream and his shoulder popping. You immediately left his arm and crawled back as far as you could from him, your body trembling. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, you repeated several times before standing up and running to your room.
After the accident with Rogers, you kept your distances, going out of your room only when you knew that no one would be around. Steve and the others would knock on your room, telling you it was nothing, that he wasn’t mad but you wouldn’t give in. The only person who managed to get contact with you was Wanda because she was not only stubborn but also you because she was very powerful. She kept you company, well aware that hurting Steve was taking a tool on your mental. “I had a conversation with Steve”, she said one night when you were both looking at the screen without paying much attention to the movie playing in it. Your eyes crossed hers knowing exactly what you would see in them. You swallowed painfully before looking back at the screen. You were about to open your mouth when she intervened, “Don’t! Fix it”, before leaving the room. You let out a heavy breath, your body relaxing until a knock was heard at the other end of your room’s door.
You opened the door and saw Steve standing in front of you. You let him in and closed the door behind him. “Are you ok?”, you ask him while checking on his arm from afar. “I’m fine. Are you?”, he asked in return, his piercing blue eyes fixed on yours. “I could have severely injured you”, you tell him. “It’s part of the job”, he replies to which you shake your head. He cleared his throat before declaring, “I talked to Wanda. She’s in.” “Bucky?”, you ask and he nods.
The room stays silent for what feels like an eternity, the only sound being your breathing. Not taking it anymore, Steve reduces the distance between you and crashes his lips against yours in a painful kiss, the warmth of your mouths consuming each other. “Fuck I missed you so much”, he breaths in your face, his hands squeezing your waist. “I missed you too”, you breath out before claiming his lips in a feverish kiss. Your hands cup his face, your eyes on each other, “I hate this secret”, you whisper. “We’ll be free soon sweetheart. Just one more mission”, he says. You nod and declare, “Kill the Avengers!” He nods, lifts you up and lays you on the bed, his lips and hands claiming your body and soul the way only he knows how to do.
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queensreading · 3 years
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insidetheacademy · 4 years
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Say You Love Me | vi
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pairings: Peter Parker x Reader (both are 18+)
chapter summary: Peter came to Paris to visit Reader
warnings: fluffs, language?, reader is having a hard time with her art, intsy teensy jealous!peter
author’s note: so sorry if its short and late!! i’ve been trying my best to weave the plotline gently. enjoy, though! happy reading! (taglists are still open)
series masterlist || previous part 
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it has been a month since you moved to Paris. needless to say, there was a lot of stress-crying, the feeling of homesick, and just plain happiness. but as of lately, your mojo has been off. you scraped a lot of paintings of your own because it doesnt feel right
when you told your newly best friend about it, he would push you (in a good way) to get out of that zone. he would definitely try to take you out to get some fresh air but it always ended up with the two of you sitting on the couch watching Netflix.
you haven’t had an art block since forever so it was shocking when you found out the next day that you feel as if you can’t paint or draw right. you ended up accidentally throwing your paintbrushes on the floor out of frustration and that was when Jules came in to check on you.
“is everything alright?” he said soothingly. you looked at him with crystal eyes that could shatter any moment. you took a seat and sob quietly.
“I don’t understand,”
“You don’t understand what, Y/N?”
“Why am I suddenly like this? at the peak of my career?” you muffled through your hands. Jules took a seat beside you and rub circles on your back,
“Hey, don’t be too harsh on yourself. you know everyone loses their inspiration every once in a while right?”
“I know but not this long,”
“Don’t compare yourself to others, Y/N. You’re you and thats enough,”
you sighed trying to make sense of the world again. you moved your hands to breathe right again. “Come on,” Jules stood up “We’re going to get ready and really get you out of this house.”
you smiled to Jules and said okay.
*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・'(*゚▽゚*)'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
you were sitting on your vanity trying to clean up your face and make it less puffy and dead. your bedroom door were wide open when you heard a doorbell ring.
“Jules! will you get that?”
no answer
“Jules!”
and still no answer.
you groaned and pushed yourself to the door with the most annoyed face plastered on. you opened the door slightly, “Can I help you?” and that’s when you saw a brown hair boy on your porch.
“Peter?” you gasped, shocked that your crush friend is right in front of you.
“Is that really you?” you cupped his face
“The one and only!” Peter smiles
Peter opened his arms to celebrate you with a hug, you hugged him, inhaling the smell of his cologne that you will never get tired of.
“What are you doing here? Are you here with MJ?” you pulled back from him and took a good look of him
“Actually, I’m just here by my own,”
“Y/N? who’s at the door?” Jules voice becoming more and more clear as he walks to where you were at. “Jules, this is Peter! Peter, Jules,” you introduced them both.
Jules took his hand out wanting to shake Peter’s hands but Peter just wave it off leaving Jules hanging.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to go out anymore?”
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all, Y/N.” Jules said with a smile and just like that he went out to probably eat or something leaving you and Peter alone at the small house. You invited Peter in and showed him the couch.
“So you and that guy?” Peter says with a hint of jealousy in his voice. You chuckled, “Yeah, well, no,” Peter raised his eyebrows, “He’s just my roommate and co-worker,” you said explaining to him.
“That does not make any sense. How is that allowed?” he asked
“Its just the company that I’m working with thinks that it might good to have a co-worker who leaves in the same house to help with the project.”
Peter formed his mouth into an ‘o’ signalling that he understood.
“Are you here by yourself?”
“Yeah,”
“MJ is coming here too later today! maybe we should hang out?” you suggested
“About that... MJ is not coming,”
“Oh no! what happened?”
“Nothing happened! She was never coming here in the first place,”
you had a confused look on your face,
“so she doesn’t want to see me?” you said with sadness laced in your voice
“N-no! She lied! for me!” Peter tries to assure you,
“W-what?”
“Truth is, I missed you. I felt like I could go crazy if I have to go another month without seeing you,”
He took a deep breath
“So I made her lie to you that she’s coming here so that you won’t know that it was actually me. I want it to be a surprise, y’know?” he said in his Queens accent.
you were frozen to your seat. you felt so... full? is that even a right word– you missed Peter too but you didnt expect him to go this long just because of a silly reason. you punched him on his arm,
“Ouch! what was that for?!”
“for lying to me!”
“It was for a good reason!”
“Still!”
you put on your best mad face to make him feel intimidated and you can tell it was working when you made the one and only young Avenger avoiding an eye contact with you.
you burst out in laughter,
“what’s so funny?” he said offended,
“I’m just joking! I miss you so much, Peter!” you said and embraced him with a hug once more.
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the whole day was well spent with Peter. the two of you ordered a take out food for dinner. you were sat comfortably on your pale blue bedsheets while Peter is taking in the view of your bedroom.
“do you like that one, Parker?” you teased when uou saw he was staring at a naked figure that was a part of your anatomy self project.
he blushed and rubbed the back of his head.
“These are amazing, though,” he said staring at the wall that was half full with your artworks and stickers. you love that part of your room, if marrying a wall was the norm, you’d marry it in no time.
“Thank you, it’s not done yet,” you said looking at your laptop trying to find a movie for the both of you to watch
“Are you going to finish it?”
“I was going to finish it this week but everything feels like hell,”
“Whats wrong?” he asked while dipping into the bed with you
“I don’t know, I can’t paint right these days. whenever I do, I just ended up tossing them in there,” you pointed to the dustbin
“Sometimes I wish I could just drink something that would make me have my mojo back, y’know?”
Peter nodded
“But you have to understand, Y/N. These art blank are just gonna get worse if you keep forcing it,” he paused looking for the right word to say
“You have to stop overworking yourself because you’re not a robot,” he held your hands
you smiled at him, “It’s art block, Pete,”
“What?”
you chuckled and “It’s not art blank, it’s called art block,”
“Yeah, whatever, they’re the same thing,”
“Right, but thank you anyway. I really needed to hear that from the right person.” you laughed.
he took your laptop from your lap and put on the most basic film ever; Shrek. you raised your eyebrows at him but he ignored it and said it’s a good film.
slowly and surely, you felt your eyelids getting heavier as you lay your head on Peter’s chest. breathing steadily as he wraps his arm around you.
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you woke up with coldness next to you that was once filled with Peter’s warmth. you rubbed your eyes and figured that he went home early. you went to the kitchen to meet the sound of pans clanking and something smells good.
“Good morning, Jules,” you assumed
“Good morning, Y/N!”
you rubbed your eyes again to see if that was really Peter standing or if its just an hallucination and thank God it was real.
“What are you doing?”
“Making pancakes,” he said while flipping he pancake on the pan
“Burned pancakes?” you jokingly said but you were fully aware that he had made you your favourite comfort food; chocolate chips pancake.
“Ha ha, very funny.”
“I thought you went back to your hotel room,” you said pouring yourself an orange juice
“would you be upset that if I did?”
“maybe.” you smacked your lips.
you head to the breakfast table that has already been set with forks and knife.
“Good morning, y’all,” Jules said through a yawn
“Morning, Jules,” you respond
Peter just stood there infront of the stove, keeping his focus on the pancakes.
Jules made himself a cup of joe and went to sit down with you at the table. Peter turned off the stove and set the plate down in front of you. it was awfully nice at how he stacked three pancakes together with a berries that has been cut and has been carefully placed into a smiley face.
“Looks delicious, Pete,” you kissed his cheeks and smiled
“If you want there’s more at the counter, Jules,” Peter said trying to be on his best behaviour
“Nah, I’m all good. I’m on a diet,”
“Yeah, right,” you said as you sliced the pancakes
Jules rolled his eyes while Peter had a disgust face on. what? do you think you’re better than my pancakes? Peter thought to himself. Jules excused himself to his bedroom. Now, its only you and Peter.
“When are you going back home?” you asked with mouthful of pancakes
“the day after tomorrow. I have a lot of things I have to do,”
you frowned not wanting him to leave, almost regretting that you had asked him that
“Would you mind staying here?”
“You know I can’t do that,”
“No, I meant, stay here until its time for your flight to go back home,” you suggested
“Where will I sleep?”
“You can take the bed! i’ll take the couch!” you eagerly said trying to convinced him
“I can’t let you do that,”
“Oh,”
“I can’t let you sleep on that couch, I’ll take the couch,” he smiled
you quickly embraced him and pulled back, you had a huge smile on your face. you can’t wait to spend the rest of the next few days with your best friend.
*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・'(*゚▽゚*)'・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
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thequeenreaders · 1 year
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I have been familiarizing myself with the whole Hankerchief code ever since Eddie Munson existed e h e and doing some r e s e a r c h...
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2-fast-2-curious · 5 years
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thequeenreaders replied to your post “Snatched”
Wait, I'm really confused when I went to part 2. I thought it's going to be the same story, or am I just missing out something? ��
it’s not directly related, it’s just sort of a series of short stories with the same theme
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alethequeen · 7 years
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L'ultima e poi vado a dormire! Giuro! 😍 📚 #rebelgirls #thequeenreads #storiedellabuonanotteperbambineribelli #books #bookish #booklover #bookaholic #bookaddict #adoro #goodnight #buonanotte (presso La Feltrinelli Express)
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fiftyshadesgrl · 4 years
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Wrecked part 16
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I felt the headache even before my eyes opened, everything was aching. My hands were tied in front of me, i could feel the scratchy rope chafe my wrists. I felt the cold ground and leaves under me as i began to open my eyes. Everything was quiet, to quiet and that scared me more than hearing gunfire. When my eyes opened fully i found the sun was setting behind the mountains and the wind was picking up.
I didnt dare move at first at least not until i figured out if i was alone or not. My eyes were still blurry and a little unfocused but i could see eell enough that there was no one in front of me. I was somewhere in the woods, somewhere i didnt recognize. The smell of rotting flesh hung thick in the air here i almost gagged. I chanced a look over my shoulder and gasped as i saw the same man who had captured me sat on a stump right behind me.
His head turned to the side as if he was examining me, his hair hung across his face making him much more scary than any other person i had met before. I took in his appearance and realized why it smell of rotting flesh. He wore a skin suit of a walker like a rich man would wear a fine three piece suit. "Who are you?" I asked as i tried to back aeay from him.
He stood and kneeled in front of me, his eyes black as night. He slowly raised his finger to his mouth ,"shhhh."
My heart began to beat frantically as he just stared into my eyes. Those black eyes seemed like something from a nightmare. "Just...just let me go." The back of his hand connected with my cheek hard enough to split my lip.
I heard a rustle in the leaves to the left of us, i looked over to see two more people dressed just like this man. His head turned slowly towards them, seemingly having a conversation without talking. All eyes were on me in a instant then i was being yanked upright by the giant of a man.
I pulled against his grip but nothing was working his hold only tightened. We walked a few more feet and i heard distant voices. "Shes close! Find her!"
I knew that voice, i turned my head in the direction it came from, "negan!" A hand clamped over my mouth, my screams muffled by the mans hand.
"Be quiet." He whispered in my ear, just then i was dropped to the ground again but this time i landed on my stomach. Pain shot from my stomach down into my groin area.
I barely heard the gunfire over the sound of the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. I tried to roll to my back but stopped when i felt exactly where the pain was coming from. A branch that was probably four to five inches round protruded from my lower stomach. "No, no." I whispered.
My hands were still tied and i had no idea who was attacking these people who took me but the only thing i could think of was my unborn child. "No!" I screamed or at least i think i did. I felt dizzy, my breathing shallow. My vision became blurry and tunneled.
I tried to crawl but any kind of movement made me scream in pain. I looked around and wanted to scream with joy when i spotted the walkie talkie laying in the leaves a few feet from me. I conjured up all my strength and began to crawl towards the radio.
I could feel my shirt becoming more warm and sticky where my wound was. My fingers hit the radio and i gripped it for dear life. I pushed the button hoping and praying negan had his still on.
"Negan! Negan...please i need help!" I screamed, but all that i heard was silence. The tears started to fall from my eyes as the thought of not being found hit me. "Somebody...please." i begged but silence again.
The bullets were still flying over head, the sun would be fully set soon and i knew the chances of being found when it was dark was minimal.
My eyes started to get heavy as i began to feel the chill of more than likely losing to much blood. I clutched the walkie talkie to my chest, just as i was about to close my eyes i could hear a muffled voice coming through the speaker.
"Hello?" My voice was weak but i knew i heard someone.
"Y/n! Where the fuck are you?" Negans voice came through angry as ever.
"I...i um....i dont know."
"What do you mean you dont fuckin know?"
I couldnt help the way the corner of my mouth lifted slightly at him actually being angry with me. "If you hear gunfire, follow it. Youll...youll find me."
There was a slight pause and when negans voice came through again it was no longer angry but worried. "Whats wrong?"
"Im hurt, losing alot of blood." My breathing became shallow as my eyes started to close. My body began to shake making my teeth chatter. "Im so cold negan. Please, hurry."
"Baby listen, im gonna fuckin find you. Im not far. You just hold on okay."
I tried to stay awake i really did. I didnt want to let him down again but my body and my mind had two different agendas. Negans voice became distant so i did the only thing i could think of. "I love you negan. If i hadnt have screwed up our baby would have too." I whispered into the radio just as it dropped to the ground beside my head.
The last thing i heard was the panic in negans voice. "Dont you fuckin leave me!"
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origenative · 7 years
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Reading books didn't mean anything to me but a school requirement growing up, but when I was at a bookstore one day and came upon this one, reading was more than just a hobby but an adventure. Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi tells the story of a seventeen-year old girl named Juliette, who's spent years being locked up in a prison cell because of her deadly touch. Nothing keeps her company in her room but a view of pale skies, a notebook filled with her thoughts and dreams of a bird flying freely - just like how she'd like to be. One day she gets locked up with a soldier named Adam from the Reestablishment, headed by Warner, who wants to use her as a weapon. But as days goes by, she realizes there's more to her than just being a monster. With the help of Adam she develops from being The Reestablishment's fieldpiece to a fighter. Tahereh created a thrilling and adventurous novel with the perfect touch of romance. It empowered me as a girl that we can dare to be whatever we set our minds to. Juliette taught me to stand up for myself and that we are so much more than what people have to say about us. 。。。。。 If you love reading as much as I do, you should definitely follow @pagewanderers and join #PageWanderers1stGiveaway ! Just answer the question "What book turned you into the reader you are now?" With a photo of you and your favorite book and a caption to answer it and tag it with #PageWanderers1stGiveaway and tag 3 friends and @pagewanderers. Don't forget to follow them on Facebook and Twitter too (search @//pagewanderers)! Your entry might win you a book and signed bookmarks!! Hurry! You only have a few days left to upload your entries! Start sharing and keep reading guys!!📖❣ @tabithaismyname @fernslashfab @thequeenreads
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holylulusworld · 3 years
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Memories (3)
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Summary: Sam tries to convince you to give him a chance while you are still pissed.
Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Crowley
Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love, mentions of bad sex, arranged marriage, mobster business, jealous Sam, bratty/feisty reader, light smut, unprotected sex, fingering, the reader stops being silent and speaks her mind, implied torture
<< Part 2 - Gaps
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“Ruby,” I see. Dean cleans the knife, smirking when Ketch flinches at the sight of a larger knife on the table. “Why did you help that bitch? Don’t you have standards?”
“She promised me something in return,” spitting blood onto the floor Arthur tries to catch his breath. “I just couldn’t resist.”
“Great way to die early, Ketch,” the mobster pokes the tip of his favorite knife into Ketch’s chest. “Now tell me about Ruby's plans. I want to know every little detail. If you lie, this will be a lot more painful for you.”
“She offered Sam’s empire and enough money to settle down to me. I only had to let little miss sunshine disappear for her,” two hours alone with Dean and his tools took a toll on the usually tough man.
“I think, my brother will love to hear you not only wanted to take over his empire but tried to kill his wife too. I hope she promised you enough money to take the risk of pissing Sam Winchester off,” Crowley smirks when Dean wilds the knife in front of Arthur’s face. “Now let’s talk like men, shall we.”
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“We got Ketch,” Sam moves his hand over your thigh to tickle your skin with his fingertips. “Dean always was better in interrogating people. I lack talent when it comes to getting information from someone who wanted to kill my wife.”
“Why? I saw you hurt people before. A dangerous man like you should be able to get information from him,” you try to move away from Sam to not feel his warmth, but he slings one arm around your waistline to hold you against his chest. 
“I would’ve killed him the moment I laid eyes on him,” he purrs in your neck, lips suckling at your sweet spot. “He almost killed you. If not for your habit to sit in the front, you could be dead.”
“As if you would’ve cared,” huffing you try to ignore you can feel Sam’s hand move under your nightgown. “Sam, what are you doing?”
“I try to seduce my wife,” he mouths his way down your neck, leaves little love bites on his way. “Now that I know Lisa lied, I’m going to try to make things up to you.”
“Y-you can’t just,” his hand slips between your legs, makes you shudder as his long fingers slide through your folds. “Sam, this is not the time to—”
“It’s the perfect time to reunite,” Sam nips at your earlobe, bites it playfully while you try to not give in. “I can’t leave you unsatisfied for another day. Let me give you what your body is craving. Just take what you want.”
“I want to sleep,” you fight the heat rising in your belly. It’s not the time to give in to your husband. He treated you like an enemy, was cold and distant for the longest time. “Sam, t-take your hand off my p-ussy.”
“Why would I do such a thing? It sounds like you are enjoying yourself to me,” he toys with your swollen bud, not stopping when you grasp for his hand. “Take what you need, kitten.”
“I-I need,” you hate your body tries to betray you. “Sam, you need to stop. Fuck, please. I need to cum.”
“Yeah?” Sam husks in your ear. “How do you wanna cum, kitten? On my fingers, or full of my cock. Name it, and you’ll get it, Y/N. This is about you, not me tonight.”
“An orgasm will not make me like you more,” right now, you like Sam very much, or rather his fingers. “I mean it.” It’s a weak attempt to not give in to the spark Sam ignited but you know, it’s useless. Your touch-starved body won’t let you get away with your stubbornness.
“Lemme make you feel good,” rocking your hips you try to get more friction and add pressure to your thrumming clit at the same time. “I want to fuck you deep and good. Just say the word.”
“N—” he takes his hand away, pulls a needy whine from your lips when he robs you of your pleasure. “No, don’t stop now!”
“Come here,” your back hits the mattress, your legs end up around his waistline and you wonder how Sam managed to flip you over and push his sweatpants down at the same time. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
“I—we shouldn’t,” you whimper breathlessly. “This is so wrong—,” your body is craving Sam’s attention, but your brain still tries to fight your needy cunt. “Sam.”
“I got you, baby girl,” he shifts his hips, eager to fill you. “Gonna make you scream my name, tell everyone in this fucking house you are mine.” Sam grips your left thigh, spreads you wider for him. “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy.”
“Why?” you slide your hands over his arms up to his shoulders to grip him tightly, forcing Sam to look down at you. “You felt like a cold fish if we even got naked once a month to make sure you are going to have an heir.”
“When I believed you are cheating on me I lost my mind. Dad pressured me to get you pregnant and I just couldn’t get the images of you and my brother out of my head. I’m sorry for being a jealous idiot,” he nudges at your entrance, lips claiming yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
“T-that’s no excuse for—” you dig your nails into his flesh, leaving crescent marks without a doubt when his cock slides into you with one hard thrust. “Fuck.”
“Fuck, baby, just let me,” Sam slowly begins to roll his hips, tries to make you feel all the things he can’t say with his words, “make you feel good.” 
“Make me feel good,” you doubt he wants more than an orgasm from you but right now, you are too engrossed to watch Sam pin your hands on each side of your head.
He holds you down to keep you from slipping out of his grip, moaning against your lips with the first deep thrusts. 
“You’re so good for me,” he pants on top of you. His hair falls into his face, makes him look more like the young man you met so many years before. A boy with shaggy hair and a soft smile. “My good girl. My wife. Mine.”
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“Sam, did you hear me?” Dean watches his brother rub the back of his neck. “I know you are worried about your wife but she’s safe here. No one will get close to her on Benny’s watch.”
“I—we had sex last night,” Sam falls onto the couch at his office. He nervously rubs his thighs to slowly calm down. “It was good, I think. Y/N, she let me hold her and it felt good but this morning…”
“What? She enjoyed the orgasm and didn’t want to cuddle you in the morning,” the elder brother snickers. “Sam, you can’t expect her to fall back into old patterns. Give her time.”
“What if she wants to leave me now? I let Lisa fed me lies and treated my wife poorly,” Dean doesn’t say a word, simply listens to Sam’s rant. “Dean, don’t you want to say something?”
“Dude, you believed we fuck like rabbits behind your back. You flirted with Ruby, and you treated Y/N like trash. If she does not leave your sorry ass, I’ll eat salad for a month.”
“I’m keeping you up on that bet, Dean,” Sam smirks when you open the door, poking your head in. He can see you are nervous and unsure how to act around him so he moves toward the door to take your hand.
“Dean, hey,” you clear your throat, “give Sam and me a minute, will ya? I need to talk to my—husband.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your check. “I need to make a few calls. Catch the bad guys, break a few bones. Ya know, the usual Sunday morning business.”
“You want to have breakfast and flirt with that cute new waitress,” you giggle when Dean slaps your ass playfully.
“How do you wanna know?” the mobster asks, cocking his head to the side meet your gaze. “Y/N, did you spy on me?”
“You leave the mansion earlier than usual for the last four or five weeks. You smell like pancakes and there is a cocky smirk on your lips. I think you get lucky on Sundays…”
“I always get lucky with the ladies but you ain’t wrong. Sammy, you better watch your wife. She’s a freaking spy,” Dean strolls toward the door, muttering under his breath. “Can a man not have pancakes and a quickie in his car without anyone spying on him.”
“No, you can’t, Deano. Do not forget to use a condom, champ!” you call after Dean, but he slams the door shut. “Aw, now he’s pissed.”
“You spied on my big brother?”  
“I had nothing better to do, Sam. While you played gangster and ignored me, I had to spend my time at home. I’m not one of those trophy wives going on shopping sprees and wasting their time at a spa,” you quip. 
Sam watches you walk toward his couch. “Last night was nice—wasn’t it?” he carefully tries. “Do you want to go for breakfast too? We could talk and, I don’t know…”
“Sam,” you cross your legs, hands folded in your lap. “Sex doesn’t change a thing. I don’t think any woman with a functional brain would ever forgive, Sam Winchester.”
“Baby I—” you raise your hand, shaking your head.
For the first time since you met Sam he seems to be nervous.
“I’m not done, Sam. I said any woman, but I’m not any woman. Now, tell me what you want to do about the current situation. If you want me to stay by your side and bear you heir, you will kill Ruby for me.”
“Kill her,” Sam nods. “I will find her, Y/N. She will face great punishment for hurting you.”
“—and I want to watch,” you get up from the couch, straighten your back and put a sweet smile on your lips while your heart hammers in your chest. You have Sam where you always wanted him, in your clutches, bend to your will. “If you do this for me, we can talk about our marriage.”
“Oh, okay,” he swallows thickly when you stand in front of him. Still that sweet smile on your lips, but a different woman. “All for you, kitten.”
“No more kitten, Samuel. If you prove that you can be a good husband, you can call me kitten again. Until then,” you pat his chest, snickering as his eyes darken a little. “you won’t touch me…” You place your hands onto his shoulders, stand on tiptoe to peck his lips before you place the last page of your diary into his hands. “Change my mind, Sam. If not, I will leave you for good.”
Sam watches you turn away from him to leave his office. “Y/N, you can’t—” 
“I made my rules known, Sam,” you look over your shoulder to glance at your husband. “If you want me to stand by your side, stop thinking I’m a tool you can use. Call me when you found that bitch.” 
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“We found her,” Sam watches you walk next to him, holding his hand tightly. “If you still want to watch, I will not stop you but...you shouldn’t.”
“I will show everyone who I am, Sam. I’m a Winchester, your wife. No one will ever dare to underestimate me and my value again. Including my husband.”
“Welcome to the family business, kitten,” he lifts your chin with his index finger to kiss your lips softly. “Tonight, I want my wife back. But now, let’s take care of Ruby, shall we?”
>> Part 4
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ticklikeabomb · 4 years
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Grouch - Part 6
Pairing : Bucky x Plus Size Reader ; Avengers x Plus Size Reader
Warning : Language ; Angst 
Word Count : 1.4k
Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.
A/N : I’m sorry it took so long. Writer’s block is a bitch :/ Hope you will still like it :) 
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“Y/N? Y/N stay here, alright Sweety. Let’s play hide and seek. You know the rules, don’t you?” “Alright, I’ll count to 50 and you will only get out if you hear Mommy and Daddy. No one else! Do you understand?” “Y/N? Y/N?”. You stayed hidden as your parents ordered and made sure in being as quiet as possible. You crawled back on yourself when you heard loud noises and shouts. “FIND THEM!”, was heard not far away from where you were hidden. You saw black boots position themselves in front of you, blocking the mere light your eyes had access to. “Clear” a deep voice growled emotionless. The shadow was gone as quickly as it arrived.
You let out the breath you were holding when you felt a grip on your leg pushing you out of your corner. The man quickly covered your mouth before your fear could express itself in a form of a yell and shushed you. “Your parents send me.” Only trusting your gut and your parent’s words, you tried to bite the hand off but came across metal. He chuckled slightly before turning yourself to him, “That would have been clever if it wasn’t me.” In front of you were the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, a mix between extreme roughness and a hint of kindness.
You tried to kick him and get yourself out of his hold but it was impossible. “Stop”, his deep voice made you still.  Your body trembled more and more, deeply aware of what was waiting for you at the other end of the corridor. “Don’t say a word”, he whispered. It wasn’t a problem. At this point, you barely produced enough saliva in your mouth. In the corner of your eye, you saw the bad guys approaching and felt your breath cut short. At your grand surprise, the man your parents told you to fear and never cross path with, didn’t turn you to the enemies. When they were out of sight, he led you the opposite way and pushed the wall where a secret exit door was concealed. “Get inside, crawl until the end and when you’re sure that the coast is clear, you run as fast as you can. Someone will be at the end of the way waiting for you. Is it clear?”, he said. You nodded instinctively. He was about to close the door behind when you stopped him. “Aren’t you coming with?” He gulped and shook his head. “I have to find your parents and get them out of here.” “Don’t leave me alone”, you stuttered and felt tears streaming down your face. “ Y/N, if you follow my instructions, everything will be alright”. You nodded again and asked him “What’s your name?” He looked at you, a mix between pride and mostly fear before answering, “My name is Bucky…” “SOLDAT!!!”, was being shouted. Bucky looked at you one more time before yelling “GO!”.
You woke up in sweat, the monitor beeping your heart rate out while you tried to catch some air. “Hey it’s ok, you’re alright”, you heard and saw Wanda beside you. “What did you do to me?”, your voice shacked. “I..I’m bringing back your memories.” “Why?” She gave you a weak smile before declaring, “Because no one deserves to live in a lie. You deserve to know the truth, the real events that occurred in your life and not what they implanted in your brain for their advantage.” You gulped and locked away. “Will you keep doing that?”, you asked weakly. “If you want me to continue, yes.” Your eyes locked with hers before you nodded. “Good. It’s not going to be easy but you’re not alone in the process. We’re here for you”, she commented. “Why would you? I only caused destruction and almost killed some of you.” “We all have our demons and honestly we all tried to kill each other at least once”, she joked. She felt that you needed some time alone and discretely left the room.
She arrived at the King’s meeting room and saw the team, T’Challa, Shuri and Okoye discussing. “How is she?”, asked Bucky worried when he saw Wanda entering the room. All the eyes fixed on her, she exhaled deeply and sat down. “She’ll get there, eventually.” As soon as those words left her mouth, everyone in the room heard you shouting from the top of your lungs. Some on them already on their feet were stopped by Wanda who assured them,” It’s alright. She needs to let it all out.” The others still perplexed returned to their seats except for Bucky who standing, faced the door listening to you. He was having a hard time staying passive at the situation but he also knew, confronting you would only do worst.
Wanda came back the next days, slowly recovering your memories. Recovering your memories was something, recovering your identity was another. It didn’t matter how much you were rediscovering about your past, the dark about you was complete. The images felt like photograms being projected in front of your eyelids, 25 photograms per second of unknown events. “Do you want to stop for today?”, asked Wanda. “No, let’s continue some more.” She showed a moment you were both together, laughing, crying, singing and dancing. One of those nights where you didn’t feel like Atlas carrying the world’s weight and problems.
“I have a terrible voice”, you laugh. “Shut up, no you don’t”, counterattacked Wanda. “You kidding, have you really heard me? I could evoke thunder faster than Thor”, you tell her and she falls on the bed, laughing. You join her and look at the colors of the projected stars on the ceiling. “It must be beautiful up there, don’t you think?”, you ask her. She hums in agreement. “You think Thor would ever let us join him, flee Earth for a moment, get to know other species and communities?”, you talk out loud. “I hope… but in the meantime, we still have those two bottles and snacks to finish. Which movie now? The Nice Guys or This means war?”, she asked. You pretend to think about it while you see her grinning at the corner of your eye. “This means war”, you turn towards her before sliding awkwardly down the bed, making her laugh hysterically.
When she finished showing you that memory, you turned to her and asked, “We were close weren’t we?”. The end of her lips lifted in a shy smile but didn’t continues their course. Sadness, nostalgia maybe. “Yeah we were”, she whispers, awareness taking over her, knowing your relationship will never be the same again. “I’m so consumed by hatred or whatever this is that I didn’t realize that I wasn’t the only one who lost big time. They stole my life and with it all our future moments together. I’m sorry”, you tell her. “Don’t apologize for something you had no control over. They’re to blame”, she replied.
Five minutes later, Shuri and T’Challa entered the room, their personal guard carrying two boxes. “Hello Y/N, how are you today?”, asked the King. “I’m good thank you. How are you?” He chuckled before replying he was alright. “I’ve been working hard on it and your new prosthetics are finished”, exclaimed Shuri excited. Your frowned not understanding where she was going. “I’m sorry, my what?” The proceeded to open the boxes and in front of you were what was supposed to be your new vibranium arms and legs in a black and purple design. 
You internally gasp, looking at the mesmerizing work in front of you. “You like? Because if you don’t, I ca-“, “No, I…I love it but I can’t accept it”, you tell them biting on your teeth in order to prevent you from crying and showing them your feelings. “Hey none of that alright. Don’t worry and besides they’re cooler than Barnes’”, whispered Shuri before covering her mouth. “Oh no sorry, I know I shall not mention you know who”, she quickly said. “It’s ok Shuri. I guess I’ll have to face him one day, I just don’t really have the strength to it right now.” They nodded and your eyes landed on the prosthetics. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you”, you tell Shuri and T’Challa. For the first time you smiled in what felt like ages.
“When can I put them on? I have a revenge to plan!”, you exclaimed with a small smirk and dark eyes.
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