#by voguekristens

[50shades]

Christian Grey playing the piano | Fifty Shades Freed

[noahscents]

Best present to come home to after a long day at work is seeing there are two more parts to Prf. K

AWWW THANK YOU BOO ❤️

[thefallennightmare]

Time-Nineteen

Pairings: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: angst, fluff, and swearing.

Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture-perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?

A/N: Here's an update finally! There are only a few chapters left in this series!

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Steve’s words were so foreign as they tumbled around in my mind while I tried to process everything, he had just told me. He spent the last thirty minutes trying his best to catch me up to speed about everything that had happened since the last time I had seen either of them.

He had flown a plane into the ice, causing him to be frozen for seventy years. Once thawed, Steve returned to his Captain America mantle for years, fighting against alien races and robots. His final fight had ended a few days ago, defeating a giant purple alien; five years after he wiped half of the population away with one snap. Steve wasn’t alone; however, he was part of the great Avengers.

“You were in a band?”

Steve chuckled at my question before telling me more about the Avengers. Though it was a great handful of years, this last fight was indeed the last one. Steve lost two of his closest friends and allies.

The wind blew through my hair as I sat on a bench that faced a small pond, Steve sitting next to me. Bucky, however, was standing a few feet away from us with his hands deep in his jacket pocket. Steve refused to tell me anything about Bucky, mentioning that he had more of a darker story to tell.

My heart hammered in my chest, knowing that Bucky had so many terrible things to tell me. I almost didn’t want to hear any of it but knew that if I didn’t, things wouldn’t be the same between us.

“I’m afraid if I do tell you the things I’ve done, you’ll look at me differently Y/N.”

With a loud sigh, I looked towards Steve and gave him a small smile. “So, while you returned these colored stones, you brought me back to your time? Why?”

It was Steve’s turn to sigh. “Because after everything that we had gone through, I thought we both could use our girl again; especially Buck.”

Both of our gazes landed on Bucky, who continued to stare down at the dirt beneath his boots. At the mention of his name, he finally looked towards us and tried to give me a small smile. Even if I hadn’t seen him in over eighty years, I still knew when something was bothering him.

There was one question that had been trying to force its way through my throat, afraid of what the answer would be.

“Did you try to look for me?” I asked Bucky.

Steve stiffened next to me while Bucky hesitated, looking towards him for the answer.

“It’s a long story, Y/N. One that Bucky needs to tell you,” Steve said, giving my knee a squeeze.

I nodded, patting his hand, and then looked back towards Bucky. “Is there a place we could go to talk?”

Bucky shrugged. “I don’t have anywhere.”

The sad tone broke my heart.

“I still have my old place in Brooklyn. We can all head there and I’ll give you two some space,” Steve noted.

With a small nod, I followed behind Steve while we walked towards a car parked off in the distance. I could feel Bucky’s presence behind me, knowing that he didn’t feel comfortable yet to show me any kind of affection. Deep down I was thankful he hadn't because this Bucky was so different from the Bucky I remembered.

The apartment was quiet even though the constant noise of traffic from the street below came through the opened window. I sat on the couch, eyes burning a hole into the open folder in front of me. An array of papers spread all over the table, but my eyes were glued to a large picture. His soft features were frozen, ice splaying over the window of what he was trapped in. His eyes were shut, indicating that he was asleep.

I had read every single piece of paper in that folder, the name burning into my brain.

James Buchanan Barnes: The Winter Soldier.

The folder had been in my possession for a while now, only getting the courage to open it a few days ago. It had been some time since Steve brought me back to his time and after he told me about his life, we had come back to his old apartment for Bucky and I to talk. It never happened.

Bucky stood nervous in front of me while I stood a few feet away, arms crossed over my chest. I was beyond uncomfortable, the two of us finally being alone. It wasn’t that I was afraid of what Bucky would do to me, I was afraid of what he was going to say. I knew he was as well because he ran a hand over his beard, a mutter of words under his breath.

“I can’t do this,” he finally revealed. “There’s so much to tell you and I don’t know where to start.”

My lips parted to speak but when Bucky pulled a folder from his jacket and set it on the kitchen table, I kept my lips shut.

“Everything you need to know about me is in this folder. It’s not pretty, doll. I can’t guarantee that you will look at me the same way you did back in the forties but if we have any chance of continuing where we left off, you deserve to know about all of the things I’ve done.”

With a broken gaze, he kept his hands in his pockets, and when he walked past me, I could tell he wanted to kiss me but knew that it wasn’t the time. He left me alone in the apartment with yet another small smile.

Tears had fallen from my eyes so much so that it was dry now, the tears staining my cheeks. I couldn’t cry no matter how hard I tried.

Bucky was a killer.

Hydra had captured him, replaced his arm with a metal one, and trained him to be an assassin. They would brainwash him after every mission and freeze him when they wouldn’t need him.

“Oh Bucky,” I breathed, tracing my finger over his picture. “What did they do to you?”

The heartbreak I felt reading about his time in Hydra was unbearable. It took me a while to get through the entire folder because I couldn’t stop breaking down in sobs.

No one could know what Bucky went through instead of Bucky. Now that I knew everything, I had to make a decision if I wanted to talk with him about it and possibly let him back into my life or say goodbye to him for good.

Before I could make that final decision, a soft knock sounded on the door of the apartment.

[your-eternal-muse]

You Gave Her Your Sweater

Heather Series Part 11

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Bonus!:Readers Card Confession Bonus!:To Hold On, To Let Go, Spencers take Bonus!:Series Playlist

Summery: Reader runs into Heather while wearing Spencer’s sweater, solidifying the difference in their relationships.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy, mentions of cheating

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

A/N: Okay guys, the next chapter is the last one! And I promise its gonna be so fucking long, and so fucking cute it’ll give you cavities. I’m gonna give you the good shit. The next couple weeks I might be a little slower at posting because I submitted an application for an apartment me and my sister want, and I’m fairly certain were gonna get it, so I’ll be busy packing and stuff. Thank you for your continued support!

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I never liked grocery shopping.

I know it’s essential, but the task itself is so draining, so boring.

Even still, I can’t help but wander around, buying shit that looks good that I absolutely do not need.

I know you’re not supposed to go when you’re hungry, but I can’t help it.

I guess that’s an upside of being married to the man I am.

While one of his hands is situated in the back pocket of my jeans, the other holds a piece of paper that holds our grocery list, and he is a stickler for keeping to it.

He’s subtly leading me down the aisles as I push the cart, which is already half full of what we need.

Grocery shopping with Spencer is different.

It doesn’t feel like a chore when he’s with me.

It also cuts the time by at least half, because he doesn’t let me stray from the list. 

But I’ve had a special circumstance these past few months.

“You know what sounds so good right now?” I ask him, as he begins to lead me down the cereal aisle.

“What’s that baby?”

He removes his hand from my pocket, reaching up to grab a box off the top shelf.

“Shrimp. With cocktail sauce.”

My mouth starts to water just thinking about it.

He laughs, walking back to me, placing it in our cart.

“You hate shrimp.”

I roll my eyes. “I also hate pickles, but last week I couldn’t stop eating them. And besides,” I run my hands over my growing belly. “It’s not my fault.”

He smiles, shaking his head, coming forward to rest his hands on top of mine, leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose.

“I’ll go get you some. While you,” he slips the list into the front pocket of the sweatshirt I’m wearing. “Continue shopping.”

“Thank you, Spence.”

“Anything for my girls.”

His hands come to lift the hood over my head, pulling the string, shrinking it around my face.

“I’m never gonna get my sweatshirt back am I?”

I shake my head. “I’m gonna be buried in this thing.”

He rolls his eyes before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“It looks better on you anyways. I’ll be right back.”

He turns and walks back down the aisle, only to turn back and say “Don’t stray from the list!”

I raise my hands defensively. “I won’t!”

I watch as he disappears around the corner before reaching into the cart and pulling out the box of cheerios, doing my best to place it back on the shelf.

“How can he like cheerios? Fuckin’ weirdo, Reese's Puffs are where it’s at.”

I grab the orange box, only pausing when I feel a kick against my side. 

“I’m gonna assume you agree with me. Cheerios are nasty. Don’t worry, we’ll make daddy see.”

Another movement, and my hand finds the place against my side, pressing lightly. “Okay, baby girl, mama still has to shop.”

“You’re wearing his sweater.”

I pause my movements, my hand still resting on my stomach.

It can’t be.

I mean it can, you do live in the same area that she does.

I turn, to see Heather standing in the middle of the aisle, her gaze falling down to my stomach, and then back up to the lettering across my chest that says ‘CalTech’.

I shove my hands into the front pocket, not really sure what to say. 

“I was cold, and I forgot mine at my place when he gave it to me.” I take my left hand out to brush some hair out of my face, letting her see the diamond ring that rests on my finger.

“He never offered one to me. Even when I forgot mine.” Her hands are in her front pockets of her jeans, and she doesn’t meet my eye.

I shrug. 

Is that supposed to make me feel bad for you?

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that, Heather.”

It’s quiet for a moment, as much as it can be in the middle of a grocery store. 

She’s the one to break the silence. “How far along are you?”

None of your fucking business bitch.

“6 months.” I cradle my stomach with my hands, smiling down at it. “We’re having a girl.”

She shuffles from side to side, running her hands over her jeans, her arms, through her hair.

I can’t help being proud of the fact that even six months pregnant, I still make her nervous. 

“You know, we talked about having kids. Or well, I talked.” It’s then that she finally meets my eye. “He told me he didn’t want any.”

I let a smirk slide over my face. “Spencer loves kids. Even before we got together he always said he wanted kids.” I look her up and down. “Guess he just didn’t want any with you.”

It’s been three years. It’s been a long time, and I know Spencer’s over her. I know I should throw her a bone, ease up on the sarcasm and poison laced words.

But she hurt him. She broke him. It took months for him to fully admit that he did love her in some way, shape or form, and that the betrayal of that love hurt. 

I would never forgive her for that, no matter what she did. No matter if he does.

The look of hurt passes over her face, but then a crying child is heard behind her and she turns. 

I look over her shoulder, and the man I saw that night at the bar is walking towards her with a spitting image of her in the seat. 

The child is crying over something I couldn’t really decipher, and I see her shoulders tense as his eyes meet mine.

I take in the ring on his finger, the one on hers, and finally look at how old her daughter is.

She knows, and turns back to me, panic slapped across her face.

“How old is she?”

She swallows, and her husband is trying to get her to stop crying. “She’s two and half.”

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what that implies.

It’s just one thing after another, isn’t it?

“You gotta be kidding me. Are you fucking serious right now?” I cross my arms over my chest, cocking an eyebrow. 

She starts to pick at her cuticles. “I didn’t find out until after the divorce was finalized. My doctor said I got pregnant at the end of April.” 

She was pregnant with another man's baby for almost 2 and half months, while being married to him.

Buckle up baby, I’m about to rock this bitches shit for a second time.

“You were going to pass it off as his, weren’t you? You were going to fuck him, and than two weeks later tell him that you were pregnant.”

I take a step forward, anger boiling in my chest. “You know he’s a fucking genius right? He’d do the math in .2 seconds and figure it out? What is with you and thinking you can get away with this shit?”

He must have sensed a disturbance in the force, because not two seconds later he comes around the corner, holding my snack in his hands, only to pause when he takes in the scene. 

His eyes flicker to me, then to Heather, the baby, and finally the man, who is puffing his chest to try and appear like the alpha male he thinks he is.

His hands tighten around the container of shrimp, before walking past all three of them, coming to stand behind me, tossing the container into the cart, one hand back in my back pocket, the other in his front. 

He stares down Heather, his eyes going back to the child every couple of seconds. 

I know he’s doing the math in his head, and he figured it out probably faster than I did.

“Unbelievable.”

She pinches the bridge of her crooked nose, looking up to say something but I cut her off. 

“Don’t. You have nothing to prove to us. You made your choice, now you have to live with it.” I look at the man behind her.

“Not even half the man.”

Spencer turns towards me, his chest moving to contain laughter at the look on her face.

Not giving her a chance to get the last word, I turn, and push the cart down the rest of the aisle, turning it as I hear her start to yell at him and her daughter.

He pulls me into an empty one a few rows down, turning me to face him as he leans down and kisses me. 

I wish I could kiss him forever.

“I love you so much, you don’t even know.”

I grab his hands and place them on my stomach, where our daughter was making herself comfortable. “I think I have an idea.”

He laughs, his eyes not leaving my stomach as he feels her movements. 

After a few moments, he removes his hands, grabbing one of my own as he turns me back around to keep shopping. 

“Really?” He points to the box of Reese's Puffs. 

“What? The list said cereal, Reese's puffs are cereal!”

He shakes his head, kissing the top of my head. 

“Whatever you say, dear.”

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[paynesqueen]

I was tagged by @justapayneaway for this :)

Rules: You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people.

The Bellas - Cheap Trills

Evanescence - Going Under

Bebe Rexha - I’m gonna show you crazy

Jesse McCartney - Yours

Blink-182 - Josie

Louis Tomlinson - Always You

Spice Girls - 2 become 1

Niall Horan - Heartbreak Weather

Hanson - If Only

Liam Payne, French Montana - First time 

I think that since my playlist has over 500 songs so its always a surprise to see what I have on it or maybe its a sign to actually clean it up a little bit lol

Tagging @horansqueen @sushiniall @blwlstuff @zayntoxicateme @malik-payne @payneobsessed @seb-styles @bubblesnialljh @heartmeetsbreakx and @voguekristens

Anyone can really do this too or not. It’s up to you :)

[nabstew]

Happy Birthday love!!!

Thank you so much Charlie

[stylesonly]

LOL voguekristens deleted her ask and indirect already finally someone saw the light

Lol, she also blocked me so I can't reblog anything or add to it....because she knows how wrong she is I'm screaming

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What am I doing here, Christian?

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Ana and Christian + Showers/Baths

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Dakota Johnson attends The 75th Annual Golden Globe Awards at The Beverly Hilton Hotel on January 7, 2018 in Beverly Hills, California.

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...but you can’t keep me in a cage