Memory Loss [5]: Questions Asked And Answered

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.

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader

Square Filled:  Free Square

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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.

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Notice // 3

Bakugo Katsuki X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: Swearing, duh!

You just can’t leave well enough alone.

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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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Beautiful and Damned 9 - Unsteady [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: Rejection is always heartbreaking.

Word Count: 3469

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, poverty.

Rejection was a strange thing.

Through the whole night until the first lights of the sun shed into the room, you kept turning in the bed, trying your hardest to ignore the storm of thoughts in your mind. The room got brighter and brighter, the chattering from outside and the chirping of birds filling the air and Cassie walked around in the room, but you didn’t even have the energy to answer her questions.

You should’ve known she wouldn’t just let it go.

“Are you sick or something?” Fin’s voice reached your ears and you rolled your eyes, then rolled onto your back.

“No.”

“It’s noon.”

“So?”

“If you’re still sulking over being awkward with Geralt-“

“Don’t.” you shook your head, then sat down and pulled the furs with you, playing with the hem of your long nightgown. Fin tilted his head, pulling his brows together.

“What happened?”

“I wish to stay in bed today. And tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

Fin scoffed, “Not good enough,” he said as he climbed to the foot of the bed carefully, “Tell me.”

You tried to blink back the tears, then heaved a shaky breath and narrowed your eyes at him,

“This is your fault, you know.”

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.”

“You encouraged me to- to pursue my interest,” you stammered, “You basically pushed me, and now I’m in disgrace-“

“What are you talking about?”

“Geralt,” you said, “I’m talking about Geralt.”

“What of him?”

“I made a fool of myself,” you snapped at him, “Your- all your talk about how he looks at me and all that nonsense, it was false.”

“No it wasn’t-“

“Fin,” you cut him off, “He doesn’t want me.”

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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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Smalltown Bringdown 4

Warnings: blood, violence, noncon (fingering).

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: Bucky takes you for a ride.

Note: Okay so it took me a while to finish this one in terms of organizing my ideas and maybe I just think about this stuff too much lol. But it is a little longer than the last two chapters. Now I’m thinking part 5 will be the last but as it happens so often, this story might be slipping beyond by restraints lol. But anyway, enjoy. To those who take the time to read, thank you. Love you guys!

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Five days in and you couldn’t say you were adjusting, merely closer to acceptance of your hopeless circumstance. That was always easy. In Birch, it was an inevitability that one would settle. There were no grand dreams to be achieved, no underdog story or redemption; there was only monotony and routine. As it was oft said, you were born and then you died. 

You were surprised to have the weekend off. Working in a bar, it was expected to work Friday to Saturday; those were the busy days. Your schedule didn’t seem to fit to the necessity of the business though, more its owner. Whenever you were there, he made sure to be there too. He was always there to see you off at the end of the night, though his farewells were briefer than his first.

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