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tadowl · 7 months
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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎
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𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝖨𝗆 𝖺 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 & 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋! 𝖨𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗍𝖻𝗅𝗋. 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾!
she/they
marvel, starwars, fear street, sherlock holmes, criminal minds, walking dead, Disney, harry potter.
isfp | aries | ravenclaw
black | Jamaican
wips/writingpromps/books/other interests
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I also write books on wattpad, if you would like to check them out. Read at your own risk.
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30 Day Writing Challenge
Day 8 - Share something you struggle with.
Alright, now it’s getting personal. Really personal, I’m not even sure why I’m sharing this, but here we go. 
Currently I’m really struggling with being twenty one. More like struggling with being twenty one and being single. And having been that since always. I’ve never been in a relationship and as I’m getting older each year, I keep questioning myself. And yeah, it’s really myself I have to question. Cause I’ve never been in love either. Though there were a few people in my life I thought I could fall in love with. There were a few people that thought they could fall in love with me. And some that did. 
Sometimes I feel like I’m eight again. Dreaming of being a princess and finding true love. Being married and having kids in my late twenties.
I don’t really see that happening soon. And not rarely I cry my eyes out over the love other people are able to feel and I seem not to. I’m intimidated by the thought of someone liking me and me being not able to like that person back. And those fears are probably the root of all this mess. The overthinking is blocking my brain in a way I can’t control. 
I’m jealous of the people that find love. That get crushes easily. That fall in love at first sight. 
I cry over movies and books. I get lumps in my throat at the thought of my family getting hurt. I well up when I see elderly people struggle. I’d say I’m a person with almost too much empathy. And I love my family and friends to death. But I can’t seem to fathom the biggest emotion of them all, that is romantic love. 
I get so frustrated cause it’s one of the things I crave the most. It’s the thing that I like to believe shapes my future. 
And I don’t know how it feels or how it works. And why it hasn’t happened to me yet. 
I’m twenty one and I’ve never been in love. 
(Also: Frequent questions about my love life are not helping, mum. They only increase the pressure, thank you very much.)
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cxptain-rex · 5 years
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I dislike having a writer’s block even though I am inspired to write but ya know there’s still the goddamn writer’s block! Help me!
(I’d appreciate if anyone would send in a request my blog is mainly Boharp y’all know that by now, thanks lovies)
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adrianasblog2020 · 3 years
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Ex's and Oh's (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/culTziISeab 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆 descoperă o fotografie care îi schimbă radical viața de femeie îndrăgostită,tânără scriitoare de succes și fericita posesoare a unui Golden Retriever. 𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒆 ar fi crezut că o singură amintire poate schimba sensul vieții așa cum toți oamenii cred că există? Pentru că odată ce Summer își va aminti,lumea pe care o știm și o iubim se poate transforma în ceva inimaginabil pentru ființa umană și nu numai. 𝕯𝖊𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖊𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖚𝖑 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖚 𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊,𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖚 𝖒𝖚𝖑ț𝖎 𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖎 𝖉𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖇ă 𝖚𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖒,𝖉𝖊𝖈â𝖙 𝖔 𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖛â𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖊.
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palavenmoons · 6 years
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On Lazy Days and Morning Routines
(Thank you @bioticplaneswalker and @gv-archangel for sending prompts! Will get to the rest as I can)
--- For @bioticplaneswalker
Alarm clocks. People react to them in different ways.
Some people rise up to them enthusiastically and head on, ready to take on the day: pushing sleep away with a morning routine of light exercise before following with shower and breakfast. The rest of the day lies ahead, filled with scheduled tasks and training which will be fulfilled at it’s best. Vitus is this kind of individual.
Now, among the many ways to face an alarm clock in the morning, ignoring it is perhaps the worst one, which is what Cilea fights against with on a daily basis. Tumbling out of bed, a mechanic routine forced against most loved sleep, followed with a cold shower to take any hopes of returning to sleep away, and fight off the remains of sleep within the first and second cup of coffee.
Other people do not have an issue with the alarm clock itself, but the circumstances surrounding the alarm are more of a problem than waking up. In this case: room temperature is lower than bed temperature. Not losing warmth becomes a paramount task. Nooking at the warmest spot between all blankets is a good solution, yet one can easily end in oversleeping. Walking from bed with every blanket over or around himself is how Varik has mediated between waking up and not losing warmth on the way.
Yet there are also rare days in which alarms clocks just don’t happen at all. In those days, morning routine is replaced with reaching the next chapter in a book; sleep is only interrupted with lavish caressing and gestures affection, with sporadic bouts of playfulness,; warmth sources are constant and plastering oneself against the nearest warm body is entirely possible. These, are the best kind of lazy mornings. As for the rest of the day, well.
We’ll see if they get there.
--- For @gv-archangel
Morning routines.
Beep. Beep. The alarm goes on.Beep.  And that’s the first message of the day.Beep. Beep. Beep.  It will be a long day.
Reading messages first thing in the morning is definitely not good, but it lets you plan whether you will be able to have breakfast or just take a cup to go. Stepping out of bed, get under the shower - a warm, albeit short to start the day. Then it happens: the first contact of the day with another being: that one looking back in the mirror. It is often a good encounter, like the friend you meet everyday on your way to work. Other times, it resembles meeting an old, distant friend, a reminder of how much things have changed. Either way, minutes don’t stop and self reflection waits for a more opportune moment. Uniform at ready,  and out the door to face the day. 
The first stop is very important: it means coffee. No sugar, no milk, just black coffee in the largest cup available. One would argue breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and most would agree - but for some individuals it really comes down to coffee, like a habit you pick up up and forgot where and how, much like brushing your teeth before bed.
Catching up on the news board as the elevator goes down (or occasionally up) to the right level. Morning routines.They are not the same without the people.
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Prompts!!! Yess!! May I request from Sfw/fluff #4, NSFW #8, Scene #1, and #8 from the Monsters?! If possible ofc ^^... Lovveee you!!💕 ~$300 dollar anon
Ily2 bby 💞
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Math class was anything but exciting for you, and Ushjima was in it and he wasn't much of a talker so the class tended to drag on for a very long time. An hour and a half felt like 5 hours and it was the last class of the day… you sighed into your palm fillding the pen around in your hand trying to think of something fun to pass the time.
Tap tap tap.
Glancing over you saw red spiky streaks moving outside the class window by the door and rolled your eyes. “May i use the restroom?” you asked the teacher.
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“y/n chan!!!” Tendou hugged you pulling you close with a happy happy smile on his catlike face. “I have a proposition for you!”
“Oh yeah? What's that Tendou.?” you ran your fingers through his hair pretending not to know what it was.
“Skip class and come hang out with me!!!” he beamed kissing all over your neck till it tickled and you wiggled away.
This again . “oh Satori” you shook your head and he pouted at your response. “Where are we going this time?”
“Yay!!” he picked you up running down the hall. “The gym the gym!!!”
Not a minute later you were behind the bleachers with Satori pulling his shirt off him and pushing him down to the floor to take a seat on his lap and kiss him while working on his pants. Tendou already had your skirt bunched up around your stomach and your shirt unbuttoned exposing your lovely breast to him that were now covered in bite marks. You wrapped a hand around his shaft fistign his fast to get him ready for you while humping at his fingers that were digging into you curving just right against your walls.
Satori stuffed two fingers inside you laughing at the little yip you did and bit at your neck teasing you. “Does that feel good hmm?”
“Shut up you know it does Tendou” your humping got faster, grinding up against the man's soaked wrist now.
He simply smiled and removed his fingers to coat your lips with your juices looking satisfied. You grunted when you clenched around nothing and held his cock at your entrance lickingyour lips. “Still an hour left of class.” you told him.
“Lets hope you last that long y/n chan” he kissed you and gripped your hips slamming you down on his cock taking all of him filling you right up to the core.
“Oh fuck Tendou!!” you clung to his body adjusting to his size inside you and nipped his neck. “Lets see who can last then, my love.”
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Five days. It had been five days since the attack on your home. Five days since the slaughter, the blood, the bodies, the fires. The Dragon King had taken everything from you leaving you poor, homeless and dirty. But one thing was .. different. He had killed everyone, but why not you?
Click click click.
It was the sound of sharp claws tapping happily along the cell walls, it got louder and louder with each step. You cowered to the far dirty corner of your cell as if it would make a difference. The chain around your ankle only stretches so far giving you so little freedom. The clothes you were provided were just a tna cloth like dress that did not cover your hips as much as you'd like it too.
“Pet… pet.. Where's my little human pet?” hummed the happy King, smoke drifted from his nostrils into your cell once he peered in to look for you. “There she is!” his thick tail flicked the ground with excitement once he saw you in the corner trying to cover your lower half.
“Go-go away..!!” you spat back at the red dragon .
The King tilted his head at the insult and opened up the cell stepping in, instantly his tail rushed over to you grabbing hold of your stomach and flipping you over on your face exposing your rear to him. “Tasty…” he crouched down stroking a claw along your rear watching you twitch each time a claw ran down you. “Wanna make a deal human pet?” he asked as if you had a choice.
“Let me go !!” you struggled and pushed on his tail but he just got tighter around you , so tight it felt like your eyes were gonna pop out.”... sstt..!!!”
“Stop? Are you gonna listen to what i have to say? No one ever listens…”
“Y...es..!!! “ the tail loosened and you sucked in multiple breaths trying to calm down and collect yourself.
“So, im thinking, if you want to live you can be my little maid? And do whatever i say!” a claw ran up and down your leg while he spoke. “Whatever.. I want.” he trailed his claw on your clit and you panicked begging for him not to hurt you.
“Hurt you? My human pet?” you felt a finger press inside of you . “never.”
“I will!! I will just.. “
“Hm?” he pushed in more of his finger to feel your hips buck back at him getting a big smile out of him. “It appears I saved the slut this time. “ He retracted his finger and had his tail flip you over to your front on your knees in front of his crouched body. “So what you need to do is unzip me .-”
Quickly your face went to his crotch and he pushed your forehead back with a deep chuckle. “Ah ah , thats not all human pet.”
“Wh…-”
His tail laid you down by the ground . “kiss your rulers boot first.”
The look you gave him made him grin from ear to ear. “Never,,”
“Oh?” his palm went to your rear stroking it, his tail brought you face down so your rear was up now. “Thats too bad..” slowly he dipped the same finger down to your heat pushing it back in again enjoying the reaction he got out of you.
“Aah .. wait..” your hips bucked back against his finger in a steady motion.
The Dragon teased another finger inside you, filling you up this time, stuffing you to the brim stretching you as far as you could go . “i..”
“Hm? Big huh, just wait till i give you the real thing.” he told you while easing the fingers in and out of you.
“Wa-wan..t..” you had tears in your eyes now, the way you were positioned made it impossible to look up , all you could do was look at his boots and the dirty cell floor.
“Oh yea?” the two fingers pushed farther in getting a yelp out of you, your lower half was starting to swirl .
“Cc..um…”
The fingers slipped out and you gasped as loud as you could, making an echo. “No no !! please!!’ you begged, shaking your rear pathetically.
“I told you what you needed to do human pet.” He ran a wet claw up and down your rear making little designs .
You were clenching around nothing , juices slipping down your thighs making a puddle between your knees , slowly you made contact with his boot staring at it for a good few minutes. The Dragon had no problem waiting like this, every now and then he would run a claw around you needy pussy just to egg you on. You inched closer trying to hop with the tail still around you till your cheek hit his boot. The King glanced down and smiled once he saw your precious lips touch his expensive dirty boots.
You pulled back, managing to see him and he looked confused. “Huh? I didn't say to stop did i?”
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kurtcarranza · 2 years
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Writing Prompt - Barren
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A room filled to the brim with flowers candles and a black-clad family member reunion As Gilliane sits and fidgets she says “We’ve been here for hours, I want to go home!” Her mother replies “Show some respect and empathy this is the last time we get to see your father.” Gillian runs off causing a scene, stumbling upon a different room where she finds a run-of-the-mill casket with an old woman yet all the chairs are empty. When the sudden realization hit her she froze up, a single tear ran down her cheek as she remembers all the people she‘s mistreated. Then suddenly a hand grasped her shoulder filling with fear she leaps before realizing it’s her mother. Without a second being wasted Gilliane ran up hugged her mother and said “I’m sorry."    
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c4ali5s · 5 years
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Soulmate AU: GIFTS
When they born every person is rewarded with a gift. Drawing, singing or writing.
The first thing that you create with your gift is a hint about your encounter with your soulmate. This hints start after you have three years old.
DRAWING: The first thing that you draw is the place where you meet your soulmate, with the time you can improve the drawing and make it more detailed.
SINGING: You sing the first song that you both listen together. Even if the song doesn’t exist yet when you sing it, you already know the melody, and when the song actually exist you already know the lyrics.
WRITING: You write the first conversation you have with your soulmate. You even describe the timing and the tone in your partner voice, but cannot describe the person no matter how much you try.
If you don’t have the opportunity to meet your soulmate, because they die first or you die first, then the things change.
WHEN YOUR SOULMATE IS DEAD BEFORE MEETING THEM.
DRAWING: You draw the place where your soulmate is buried, or the place where they died. Some can even draw the moment when their soulmate died. But usually you draw a nameless grave.
SINGING: The first song you sing is the last song your soulmate heard before they died. You sing the whole song, not just the melody, you even know the lyrics of the song even if it doesn’t exist yet.
WRITING: You write the las words your soulmate said before dying.
WHEN YOU DIE BEFORE YOU MEET THEM.
DRAWING: Dark. You fill a whole page with pitch black, not even a trace of another color visible in the paper.
SINGING: When you die before meeting your soulmate you are deaf before your gift appear, when you turn three years old your hearing comes back, and you sing the first song you hear.
WRITING: You write the last thoughs you had about your soulmate before dying.
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eruanniee · 6 years
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A lecture none asked for about heroes
So I really want to talk about my favorite character to write and to read (and oc to watch): the hero. But like not the perfect fearless hero. That’s not a hero. As a wise man once said “being brave doesn’t mean you’re not afraid. Being brave means you’re scared, really scared, badly scared but you do the right thing anyway”. And that’s a hero, the one who looks back into the dark, his own darkness, and doesn’t walk back. That’s why sometimes being a hero means you’re standing still, not moving forward, not saying something or doing something. And that’s why we all can be heroes, just not letting the darkness take us. Sometimes a steady fight is more difficult than an active one, you just stay there, and you’re using all of yourself in order to not fall, you’re not weak because you’re not screaming or because there’s not blood, you’re the hero that has seen the darkness and he’s not willing to give to it an inch. 
Okay I thing that was a digression, but back to the main topic, I’d like to bring to you some of those I think are heroes:
Hector (Iliad, Homer): he’s the bravest above all the others in the book, because he had something to fight for and at the same time it was something that could have hold him back from fighting; love, family. Most of the others fought for glory, being remembered, money, fear, while he was fighting for love and he sacrificed his life for that. Homer, with him, showed us when the human touched the hero, and what a complex character it is, and how in his lost he won. 
Medea (she appears in many books and stories): I like and dislike her but I always think of her as the  defeated hero, because if you know her story, she lost everything she ever had, and every time she was the one who took it from her. She is defeated because at the end she was left with nothing, her heart was empty, but she doesn’t let the darkness take over her, she was the darkness, she embrace her, almost falling to the other side to being a hero, but not quite. Another defeated hero who couldn’t fight back the darkness that she brought herself, and infact she fell, was Anna Karenina, left with nothing, not even herself. 
Sam Temple (Gone series, Michael Grant): I’m sure not many of you know him or the book, but I really suggest you because the writing and the characterization is incredible, it’s rare to find so well rounded characters in a book for teenagers (very sad and dark and full of interesting ways to die tho). Anyway I loved Sam, he’s my favorite fictional character ever (with the Doctor but since I haven’t finished watching it yet I can’t really describe him). I really see him as darkest and realest version of Captain America, like if he was real and with sparkling hands. Because they both didn’t chose to be everyone’s hero and savior, they kinda just happened to be here and have the balls to take control of the situation. The thing is Sam is not like that, he doesn’t care about power nor glory, and most important he knows that being in charge means you have to do things people won’t expect you to do, but are necessary. And he’s willing to do those things but he can’t do them with everyone watching. He saw the other side and didn’t make a joke of it. He really looked into the darkness eyes (literally *spoilers*) and didn’t hesitate to fight back, but he’s a soldier not a king and the fact the he realize that he doesn’t have the nature to rule, because he saw what that means, makes him a hero. It could seem like a coward, but coward doesn’t take this kind of choices, a coward would have just turned its face.
This is a long ass post but I have a few more what is wrong with me.
Ulysses (Odyssey, Homer) this is gonna be short but that’s it. Ulysses was the hero who cried in a world of men who only fight and die, a hero who fought with more than a sword, more than his brain. He cried and that made him immortal.
Wolverine: the greatest hero above all. Don’t turn the post away now just because I’m talking about a super hero, because superheroes before being that are humans, and that’s what wolverine his. The immortal hero who saw the darkness and the light, fought on both side, and chose to stay in the middle, because he saw too much, he saw the darkness in the light and the light in the darkness. He was forced to do the most painful thing for a man like him: to remember, the loss, the love, the friends, things that are gone and are never coming back for him. They took literally everything from him, even his name (maybe this remind you of something) but in the end he kept a piece of himself, well hidden, but never forgot.That may sound like something that would never happen in real life, but I can assure you that they don’t need to put adamntium inside you or brainwash you to make you suffer at the point you just want to die and forget. I grew up with depression, more or less severe, depends on the time of my life, and this “superhero” helped me to don’t let go because I thought that if he can survive all of this so can I, without forgetting, because closing yourself to the world isn’t the answer, the world will always find a way to you. You just gotta take your pain, and remember, and keep yourself and go on.
This might sound weird but another character that always spoke to me next to Logan was Jane Eyre, my favorite book. That’s because she’s the strongest person I can think of, she never let anyone put her down, she always found her way, she never needed anyone but she never stopped loving. And love is great, no matter how much pain you’re in, you should never forget about love, because when you forget about love you lose hope, and only when you lose hope the darkness win.
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itsredness · 3 years
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Spark
The spark I used to see in my eyes when I look at the mirror when I'm with him, is the same spark he flashes whenever he's looking at her. 
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shorlibteens · 4 years
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SuNoWriMo Day 12
For our last day exploring conflict, we’ll try character vs. machine/technology:
The protagonist must overcome a machine or technology.
Most often the encounter with the machine or technology is through the character's own doing. For example, it may be technology or a machine that they created, purchased, or owned with the assumption that it would make their life easier.
Over time the protagonist must overcome the technology, in some instances, even destroying it before it destroys them.
Write a short story in which your protagonist must overcome a machine or technology.
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30 Day Writing Challenge
Day 28 - Post five things that make you laugh out loud.
Oliver Wood and Quidditch Memes
Animals acting humanly 
Ugly pictures of my sister 
My friends, all the time 
Badly translated german memes
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acjense-blog · 5 years
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Secret Writer | Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: you're a wattpad writer who writes for multiple fandoms, but mostly Bucky Barnes and Sebastian Stan. The problem? You're in a serious relationship with Seb himself, and he has no idea of your little secret. Warnings: fluff, busted-ness, reader's eyes seem to fall out of the head multiple times, innocent Seb. Word Count: 902 A/N: just wrote this one quickly, a fun idea i had just as i took a shower. really enjoyed it and hope you do too :) requests are always open!
"And....publish!" You said to no one in particular. You were currently sprawled out on Seb's comfy couch, waiting for him to  get out of the shower. Taking the opportunity to open up your laptop  and finish editing the draft that was sitting in your queue for a while.   You're a wattpad writer, writing about multi fandoms, but your most  popular was your Sebastian Stan and Bucky Barnes imagines. And the world  had no idea you were in a serious relationship with the man himself. He of course, had no idea about your little secret. You wrote drabbles  and stories when he wasn't in the room, or mostly when he was away  filming. Pleased with your work, you shut your laptop down and slid it into the  backpack that was leaning against the coffee table in the middle of the  room. Your phone was connected to the wattpad app, so any notifications  came through on there. You just preferred to write and edit from a  computer, since you had a hard time constantly correcting auto-correct.  Annoying stupid invention you would curse. Seb walked in the room just as you zipped up the backpack, "hey doll,  what are you up to?" He asked curiously, running his slender long  fingers through his wet dripping hair, damn you Seb! "Oh uh nothing.  Thought I brought my phone charger but clearly not" you chuckled  awkwardly. Seb got closer, "I've got one in the bedroom if you wanna use  mine?" He offered kindly. You nodded enthusiastically, passing him your  phone. Not expecting any notifications so quickly anyway. With your phone in his hand, Seb walked to the bedroom and plugged his  charger into your phone, setting it down on the nightstand. The screen  lit up and he checked the battery percentage before something else  caught his eye, you had multiple notifications from wattpad on the  front. Seb knew what wattpad was, he had read a couple of stories there  himself at the beginning. The curiosity got the better of him. He knew your password, you trusted each other with passwords to your  phones in case of an emergency, well this wasn't an emergency but he  couldn't help it. He opened up the wattpad app, scrolling through the umpteen   notifications you had unread. He clicked on the story from where the   recent notifications were coming from, his eyes widened in shock as he   realized it was a story you written. He read the story. Taking in every word, blushing as he imagined the scenes unfolding just like in the one  shot you had just published. Then he scrolled down to the next story, and the next. Until he visited your profile and saw you had 12 works, Bucky Barnes Imagines 18+ what does that mean? He asked himself. Later  regretting his decision as he read your filthy thoughts and stories. He  never knew you had the hots for Bucky. This would be a cosplay he would  need to do with you for your anniversary. Then he found more stories,  Sebastian Stan Smut, Lance Tucker oh yes. He remember Lance very well,  but why were you writing about Lance. You had told him you didn't watch  The Bronze. How did you know about it? He didn't know what smut meant,  but his eyes burned in shame when he read half a story. Time was passing by, he was hooked to your words. "Hey babe what's  taking so-" you stopped in your tracks, mouth agape and eyes widened.  "Oh my God, Seb?" Your voice shook with dread, did he really find out  about your stories?? He put your phone down on the nightstand and turned  around, his eyes locking onto yours. "Its nothing serious I just-" you  started to speak but was cut off, "I uh.. I liked it doll" he admitted  shamefully, scratching the back of his neck. "You.... you liked it?" You  questioned further. Seb nodded his head, "I didn't know you loved  Barnes so much" he chuckled, your face burned up. Something you knew he  would notice. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about them" you apologized.  "It was just my way of... passing the time... with Bucky.... when you  weren't here..." you said slowly and chuckled shyly. Seb had a wide shit  eating grin plastered on his face, "c'mere doll, let me show you  something I know Barnes is capable of" he winked suggestively. You  strolled over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and breathing  in his fresh clean scent from his shower. "What do you wanna show me?"  You queried, burying your nose further into his shirt. "I'll make you  feel so good, doll" he chuckled darkly, his chest vibrating against your  face as he laughed. Your eyes widened and you thought for a moment they  might fall out of your head. You recognized that line from your 18+  Bucky Barnes book. Little did you know, this was just the beginning.
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adrianasblog2020 · 3 years
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Ex's and Oh's - 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒍 5 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/n5oW1r8Vaab 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆 descoperă o fotografie care îi schimbă radical viața de femeie îndrăgostită,tânără scriitoare de succes și fericita posesoare a unui Golden Retriever. 𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒆 ar fi crezut că o singură amintire poate schimba sensul vieții așa cum toți oamenii cred că există? Pentru că odată ce Summer își va aminti,lumea pe care o știm și o iubim se poate transforma în ceva inimaginabil pentru ființa umană și nu numai. 𝕯𝖊𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖊𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖚𝖑 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖚 𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊,𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖚 𝖒𝖚𝖑ț𝖎 𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖎 𝖉𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖇ă 𝖚𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖒,𝖉𝖊𝖈â𝖙 𝖔 𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖛â𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖊.
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thesouljah · 7 years
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eruanniee · 6 years
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Eight brothers: fantasy prompt
So a lot of years ago I had this idea for a fantasy: an old dying king with eight kids, wife’s gone. When he dies the kids spread away from the castle even though most of them are already far. The main daughter never appears in the story but she talks trough the letters she sends to her brothers, she appears to be quite sad and isolated married to a man she loves but who lives far away. She also is the only one to know the truth about her brothers and sisters: she’s the only human, the others are all from different fantasy species: a dwarf, two twin spirits, one from the life one from the death, a faery, a mountain witch, an elf and then the youngest one is unknown, a very old specie who can see the future and the past and inside people’s hearts an minds.
I remember I created some very cool background stories for each of them, and also kind of a leading plot, centered around the twins, because the dark one couldn’t resist his nature but he can’t neither understand it, so he isolate himself but his twin doesn’t lose hope on him and goes looking for him. While the dwarf comes back from war to take his father place, even though he’s not a ruler, he’s a soldier and he’s very scared so he tries to get in touch with his older sister, and he start to get there’s something untold, The elf brother never got along with the other siblings so he goes away and since he loves learning and stuff he’s the first one to understand they’re not actually siblings and want to know why their father gathered them and told them they were. the faery is the one who never leave the castle because she doesn’t need to leave to know what she wants to know, the flowers and plants tell her. The witch is forced to hide because people always thought she was one and are scared of her. Infact she ‘s from an ancient ancestry of mountain witches, all women, matched with an animal, who is their lover, who only get in the human form when they allow them. And she’s always seen with a really big white horse, with spots as red as blood. Then the unknown kid obviously stay in the castle and he never speak, he only draw what he see in his mind and then he burn those drawing to make them stop screaming so loud. 
I don’t know man, I think it’s cool, also the dark twin in a fight with the other twin since he can’t escape his nature tries to kill himself ripping his heart from his chest, but with horror he discover the’s just a black hole under his skin, filled with black blood and light of those stars that where shining the night he was born
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