Say Thank You XIII

Say Thank You XIII

Series Summary: Nearly five years have passed since Steve Rogers saves your life without so much as a thank you. When he sees you again by chance, he makes sure that he’ll never let you go and maybe teach you some manners in the process.

Series Warning: This will be a dark!Steve fic with stalking, kidnapping and manipulating as well as non-con and dub-con situations. Please don’t read it if you don’t like that sort of thing.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death and hyperventilating. 

Word Count: 3.2k

AN: Just a little reminder that this was set in between Civil War and Infinity War but obviously occurs over the course of a few months….

XIII. The Mission

Bucky had barely even gotten halfway back to the flat he shared with Sam when he got Steve’s call. The screech of tires rang through the New York City streets as he rushed into a U-turn, immediately heading back the way he had just come. The short, less than a minute long, conversation he had just had with Steve replayed in his mind on a loop. 

How the fuck had they missed this?

Bucky blamed it on the fact he had been at Steve’s, out in the suburbs nearly all day because there was no other logical explanation of how they could have missed a flying doughnut in the middle of New York City. He thumped the wheel in frustration. Maybe if he hadn’t been so lost in playing house Tony would still be here, that kid would still be here. 

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Manipulation Station

Pairings: Snowpiercer Dark!Curtis x Dark!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Snowpiercer movie (movie line*) spoilers, unprotected sex, poisoning.

Summary: Curtis accepts Wilford’s offer to lead the train and selects the Reader, the resident executioner for the first class criminals, as he wife.

Written for @jtargaryen18​ Dark Curtis Holiday Challenge. The way she writes is an absolute favorite. Read and enjoy her pieces- she’s a gifted lady!

Prompt: “I don’t owe you patience or trust.”

Word Count: 10576

“Do you think you’ll be safe when I’m gone, dear girl?”

“I can take care of myself, Wilford. I have most of my life.”

“Yes, but you’ll need to sleep sometime.”

Wilford rose from the chair and made his way to the rolling drink cart along the office wall, “You’re great at what you do. You’re an investment to order.” He smiled proudly at you before turning his back to mix a dirty martini. “But when I’m gone, there may be family members looking for revenge. That worries and saddens me deeply. To think I can no longer protect you. Especially after everything you’ve done and all those times you’ve kept order on our sacred engine.”

One.

Two.

Three olives plopped into the glass.

You bit the inside of your cheek at his words, remembering on how many past punishments and executions you carried out in Wilford’s name. The many times you were requested to be maintain control for him and carry out repercussions on the first and second class passengers.

You were good at it. Maybe too good. Without Wilford’s protection, you’d have to be on constant watch until someone relieved you from your position permanently.

“This may not even come to pass, but if it does- I need to know you’ll agree. I need you. He’ll need you. Between you and me, Gilliam reassures me you’re a shoo-in. I don’t doubt you for a moment, dear,” Wilford raised his glass to toast you before sipping the drink. “Curtis’ll want you on the spot. You’re an extremely important tool. Trust me. You’re more his type than even he realizes.”

“I do trust you,” you replied automatically. “I always have. You’ve protected me and allowed me the pleasure of administering your final word to those ungrateful.”

“Exactly, dear girl. You understand my picture,” Wilford patted your shoulder as he passed by to take a seat. “Our picture. I need you to keep being that important tool. Keep the train on the right track, so to speak.” He winked at you before biting into an olive. 

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Memory Loss [5]: Questions Asked and Answered

Title:  Memory Loss [5]: Questions Asked and Answered

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  You explain to Steve why you don’t want anyone to find you.

Memory Loss Masterlist

Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader

Square Filled:  Free Square

Word Count: 

Warnings:  angst, talk of a marriage gone bad, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ Thank you, as always, for reading. You guys are the most amazing followers anyone could ask for.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***

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Beautiful and Damned 10 - Old Scars [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: Sometimes scars have meanings.

Word Count: 3734

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, nudity

What you would wear for a wedding was in fact the least of your worries, but it wasn’t as if you could just tell that to your mother without being subjected to an hour of her ranting, so you just let her send you a lot of fabrics of a lot of colors, many of which were lying on your bed beside Fin, who was groaning.

“Stop,” you pointed at him as Cassie stifled a laugh, “And get off, you’re wrinkling them.”

“Is there any fabric that means my brother shouldn’t have to do this?”

Cassie shrugged, “Maybe purple? We could write it on the dress with silver threads.”

“Good idea.”

“Don’t encourage him,” you told Cassie and Fin heaved a sigh, then sat up.

“I doubt princess Meriel wants this.”

“That makes two of you, see? You have something in common.”

“No, I mean,” Fin waved a hand in the air, looking for words, “She doesn’t want…me.”

“What?”

“She doesn’t look at me with desire written in her eyes.”

“Fin, I don’t know how to break this to you, but people usually don’t look at people with desire written in their eyes.”

He pouted, “They don’t? Someone should let the witcher know.”

Your gaze sharpened and he waved the white fabric in the air, gesturing surrender.

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Smalltown Bringdown 2

Warnings: blood, violence, more to be added.

This is dark!biker!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You begin your search for a new job but times are tough.

Note: Here’s part two. I’m planning on making this a relatively short series, think Eye for an Eye. I’m having fun with Biker!Bucky and next chapter should be🔥 To those who take the time to read, thank you. Love you guys!

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The Birch Branch Bakery was just across the street from the Chipped Saucer. The old plaque beside the door read ‘Est. 1887’. It had passed hands from one Hollorin to the next. Barbara, or Babs, Hollorin was the latest in the line of plump delicatessens. She had her father’s rosy cheeks and boomong laugh. You faintly remembered the round old man from your childhood though he had long passed.

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Sugar Daddy’s [3/6]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: If you can’t tell yet – things of a sexual nature are involved. A dash of angst. Summary: Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with the wonderfully stupendous @caitfairwrites!

Some cool water splashed on your face and a moment alone in a space far less intimate than Bucky’s bedroom helps to ease your racing pulse. Okay. The laundry might take – what, an hour? Two? Giving you plenty of time to ask the few remaining questions you need answered in order to hammer out the article by Monday morning. And besides – it’s not as though Bucky is exactly hard to be around.

And you can certainly keep up.

The kids rush by you in the hallway, Miriam tossing something over her shoulder about a movie in the family room. “Daddy’s in the kitchen,” she adds, almost as an afterthought.

Despite only having recently moved in, Bucky and his kids have certainly made the old house more of a home than you’d once thought the Bianci place was capable of becoming. A few pictures on the walls; a basket of laundry on the landing; a herd of plastic, glittering ponies expertly lining the end of the hall. You reach down to adjust a violently-purple one that’s toppled over, only to come face-to-face, when you stand, with a large, framed photograph. Five smiling faces. A few palm trees in the background.

There’s a lightness to Bucky’s frozen face you haven’t seen yet.

You wonder, for a moment, at the family portrait. There had been a mother, at one time. A mother with pretty eyes and Miriam’s bright smile. One that tugs at your heart and your lips with a soft, swift jolt.

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