Learned It From Him (18+)

Learned It From Him (18+)

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader

Summary: Present day AU. Charles and some bad chick. Who is the crazier of the two? Who is more demented? Who gonna be the first to pop off?

A/N: It’s not specific enough to be a first person in particular.

I ran bloody fingertips down an off-white hallway and when I passed the framed artwork, in gold gaudy frames, I ran my hands over them too and smirked. I learned it from him. That look. Head straight on but eyes looming under strong eyebrows. The kind of pissed off face that makes others feel inferior and weak and stupid and pathetic. Then the smirk. Quick slide of the cheek and lips high on one side and as soon as it appears, it’s gone.

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Beautiful and Damned 4- Heart Of Ice [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My loves, your great feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Warmth turns cold fast.

Word Count: 3191

Warnings: None.

You could barely see Geralt in the following days. Aside from when he had come to your room to get Ciri after that first night, your parents had basically drowned you in court duties. Your days were almost the same lately, attending to your duties, helping your mother plan a feast, dealing with Fin’s moods and calming him down about his potential marriage and at night Geralt was going into the woods to hunt down the monsters.

Which left you no time to see him, other than when you were surrounded by people.

Not that you could do anything even if you were alone anyway.

But to say that you were frustrated would be almost underestimation.

“Is Fin really getting married?” Ciri asked you as you raised your head from the needlework.

“Hm?”

“Fin. Is he getting married soon?”

You heaved a sigh, then put the embroidery down. Your mother had this bright idea to have you prepare some beautiful looking designs to put over the guests’ beds, so naturally, you had been suffering for days.

You would much rather go back to your sketches.

“It’s just a visit.”

“But will he meet his future wife?”

“She’s not coming,” you shook your head, “Not this time anyway. It’s just some ambassadors.”

“Still, he will marry her?”

You pressed your lips together, “Probably yes,” you muttered, and Ciri sucked in a breath.

“He doesn’t look happy about that.”

“That’s understandable. Not having a choice is the worst thing in the world, if you ask me.”

“But not you, right?”

“Not me?”

“They won’t marry you off?”

You felt your heart drop, “I-“ you started, but thankfully someone knocked on the door, then opened it when you told them to come in.

And just like that, your heartbeat got faster.

“Princess,” Geralt greeted you, “Come on Ciri.”

Ciri pulled her brows together, “I’m busy.”

“You’re just sitting there.”

She heaved a sigh, then shot you a look as if she wanted your help but you raised your hands, gesturing surrender.

“I’ll see you later.”

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Smile

Bucky x Reader

What happens when nightmares plague Bucky’s dreams? Where does he find salvation when Steve’s out of the tower on a mission?

Warnings: angst, smut, depression

Word Count: Roughly 4100

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Beautiful and Damned 3- Small Favors [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Hallways hold many secrets.

Word Count: 3431

Warnings: None.

You were having the best dream of your life before you were forcefully woken up by your insufferable brother who had apparently made a promise to himself not to let you be happy, even in your dreams.

The very familiar white hair falling over your face, tickling you as his deep whisper in your ear made you gasp, the warmth spreading from the pit of your stomach-

All before the door slammed open with a bang and the bliss disappeared like the flame of a candle in the storm.

“Good morning sister!” Fin’s loud voice reached you, making your eyes snap open and you tried to catch your breath, your heart still pacing. You could feel the burning in your cheeks but the happiness of the dream turned so sour so fast that it even gave you a head spin.

“What?!” you snapped, sitting up straight in the huge bed, and Fin tilted his head.

“Someone’s grumpy.”

“Your highness, I tried to stop him.” Cassandra said and Fin, the future king of the country, the man who would have to join wars and make very important decisions, pouted.

“Cassie likes me better than you.”

“I don’t appreciate being woken up like this,” you said through your teeth, still trying to come down from the dream, trying your hardest to ignore the goosebumps on your skin.

“You don’t want to see your favorite brother?”

“Tiernan is asleep.” You managed to snark and he gasped, his jaw dropping.

“You wouldn’t prefer that brat over me.”

“That brat is our brother.”

“Our brother who can’t talk yet,” he reminded you, “No reason to favor him.”

“I don’t know Fin, a brother who can’t talk sounds really good to me right now.”

“Why are you in such a pleasant mood?” he asked, and you kicked off the covers, then made your way to the window to open it wide, letting the breeze caress your skin. It felt good to the fire on your face when you remembered what the dream was about and you bit inside your cheek.

“I haven’t had much sleep last night.” You managed to say, “I had uh…. nightmares.”

“Of the curse?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded fervently, “Yeah. Absolutely. They- they were not pleasant at all.”

“I got that from nightmares.” Fin said, shooting you a look, “Perhaps you should go to the healer again.”

“Hm?”

“For your night terrors. Didn’t he give you something?”

“Lavender,” you said, “The scent is calming.”

“Tell him to give you something you can actually take, rather than smell.”

You leaned back to the window, crossing your arms. “Maybe.”

“And hey,” he took a step towards you, “Whatever you see at night…. You know that’s not real right?”

For some reason it hurt you more than it was supposed to, but you tried to smile.

“Yes,” you mumbled, “I know it can never be real.”

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“His Wedding” Part 13 (end)

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 9528 (i’m so sorry, it’s the votes you can blame)

Warnings: angst, a lot of it. 

Author’s Note: the ending is not satisfying, like at all. 

please write back to me!!! happy reading lol!!!

i don’t want to say anything else but there’s another a/nat the end of the chapter, read it too!! 

ps. there’s a HIMYM reference somewhere in the beginning look out for it!!!

‘His Wedding’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Previously in His Wedding:

“Do you wanna leave, though?”

“I don’t know.”

And suddenly, he water flowing down the river was more interesting than this conversation. Bucky could be leaving. For once and forever. You push down the lump in your throat, left foot kicking at the railing.

“Well, that’s great, right? I mean, this is where you met Lily for the first time. This place is special for both of you.”

“It is. But…” He pauses, looking deep and intently into your eyes, “But it’s not home.”

Bucky very well knows, that that’s only a part of what he wanted to say. Why couldn’t he say it? Why couldn’t he tell you, that you are home? That you are the one he wants to come back to, always and forever.

Both of you spent the night in your beds, tossing and turning, trying to forget today ever happened. Your last moments together were forced deep down in your hearts, never to be brought up again.

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Apartment 8c - Chapter 1

Telling the Kids About Your Separation

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Summary: college au. you and bucky are the closest of friends, the most functional of roommates, and… exes. but just because it didn’t work out romantically doesn’t mean he has to move out! it’s not like he’s so deeply in love that he can barely breathe. totally not in love. at all. not even a little. maybe. 

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: language

A/N: SHE’S BACK, LADIES. the only tag list i’m using is the permanent one, nothing specifically for this series sorry!

“You guys said it wouldn’t last…” 

Natasha looks between the two of you. Steve’s beer is at his lips but he doesn’t take a sip. Wanda’s fingers pause in the bowl of popcorn she’s placed in her lap. Only Sam has a visibly emotional reaction. 

He’s on the verge of bursting— maybe in frustration as the two of you are blocking the television, maybe in laughter. 

It doesn’t help that you’ve hidden your hands behind your back. Nor does it help that you and Bucky are both grinning like giddy idiots while you stare at your friends who now sit with pin-straight postures on the sectional in your living room.

“And you were right!” you shout once several awkward beats have passed. 

There is a loud POP! when you bring your hands forward to twist the bottom of a party popper, iridescent confetti falling over the coffee table and tangling itself in Natasha’s hair, and a triple air horn sound effect cuts through the silence when Bucky opens the app on his phone. 

The two of you are laughing and high-fiving one another, but the four before you continue staring. 

That is, until longsuffering Sam— fingers pressed into his temples— speaks. “You called us over here to tell us you broke up?” 

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