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Hey, i want to know if you would finish your regina mills x fem!reader series

Hi anon! I’m so sorry for how long it’s been since I updated that. I’ve been SUPERR busy with life rn (got a gf, got a promotion at work, etc.) so I haven’t worked on anything on my masterlist. BUT I do plan on continuing it, I just don’t know when it’ll be updated. However, I am gonna get high tonight (happy 4/20) so I might write it then:)

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Anyone who reblogs this post will have their user written on a poster saying "We Stand With Palestine" that I hope to put up somewhere in the village I live in, or the town that the village is next to.

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her smile

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Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

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women's thighs. you agree. reblog.

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*caged animal sounds*

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The soda tab method is 100% foolproof

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she’s so cute i can’t😭💗

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49/365 days of regina mills

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x fem!reader

Chapter 2: The Little Mermaid is my Sister-In-Law?

10 years later

There, in that god forsaken hospital, you sat with him.

Henry Daniel.

If there was one kid in the world who you adored above everyone else, it was Henry. So kind, so innocent. 

“You’re princess of the Maritime Kingdom, see?” he once said.

You were sitting at your desk while he waited for his mother to get out of a meeting when he came over and started talking about his book. 

“And this is your brother, Prince Eric!”

“What, like from The Little Mermaid?” He nodded. “So, Princess Ariel is my sister-in-law?” you asked.

He grinned. “Exactly.”

You held his storybook in your hands, having traded off shifts with Mary-Margaret just a half hour before to read to him. 

“His favorite story is Snow White,” she had told you. “I just finished reading it to him, but I don’t think he’ll mind hearing it again.”

“Thank you, Mary-Margaret,” you smiled before hugging her. “Get home safe. Goodnight.”

When Mary-Margaret had left, you sat in the chair beside the bed and chose a random page–a story you had never even recognized but somehow felt familiar. 

“Perhaps the Queen could be saved,” you read. “Perhaps true love could rid her of her darkness. So, that’s what the fairy did.” The illustration on the page depicted a blonde woman in green, ‘Tinkerbell’ she was called, who took the Queen’s hand and flew to a far away land. “In the window was a princess. “That girl there, with the star-shaped birthmark on her wrist, that’s your soulmate,” Tinkerbell said. “She’ll bring you happiness like no other.” The Queen wanted to believe her, but what would she be without her anger and resentment?” 

You looked down at the page where a familiar sight lay. The birthmark. The exact same birthmark you possessed on your wrist. But how could it be possible? This is the real world. Soulmates don’t exist and magic certainly doesn’t either. But, could Henry be right? Could the dreams you’ve been having be memories? Relics of your past life in a land that is no longer? 

“Henry,” you whispered, closing the book. “I know you can’t hear me, but–”

Your words were cut off by rapid beeping on the monitor. “What’s happening? Dr. Whale!” you shouted right as the glass doors of the ICU burst open and you were ushered out. 

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“Thank you.” You smiled at the server as a plate of pancakes and bacon was set in front of you.

It was a long and sleepless night. You were on your third cup of coffee and it was only eight in the morning. So many thoughts ran through your head. The birthmark. The Maritime Kingdom. Your brother. Every dream you had experienced about this strange land. With each bite of your breakfast, it became harder and harder to swallow. You wanted to cry, to scream, to leave this world and go back to the world that you were apparently so happy in. And, as if your wish was granted by a shooting star, everything stopped in a rush.

You looked around the diner and noticed everyone looked dazed and confused. Standing up, you threw a twenty down on the table and rushed out the door. You had to find your brother. You had to find your family. You had to find Regina.

Henry was right.

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x fem!reader

Chapter 1: I Need to Work on my Time Management

When the dreams faded away, you were met with the green duvet wrapping your body in a cocoon of warmth. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and looked over at your alarm clock.

“Shit!”

After realizing it was past nine–and that you were one hundred percent about to piss off your boss–you jumped out of bed and got ready as fast as you were able to while still looking presentable. You weren’t scared of many things–spiders, snakes, and other common phobias never really bothered you–but the wrath of the woman you worked for made you shake in your boots.

You ran out the door of your apartment and rushed down the stairs, almost falling in the process.

“Good morni–”

“Morning, Archie!” you called, looking back at him.

Oh, god, she’s gonna kill me. This is the second time in a month this has happened. I’m gonna get fired.

Praying to whatever higher power was above, you begged for your boss to arrive late today and spare you any beration that would follow your tardiness.

As you run up the stairs, your chest burns for oxygen. You clutch your side as a stitch forms and feel a wave of relief wash over you when you finally sit down at your desk. You were just about to thank the gods above for the absence of your boss when you hear the door to her office open.

“You’re late…again.” Regina Mills. The woman could stop a whole crowd of people with a single glare. She stood tall in the doorway with a hand on her hip and an eyebrow raised.

“I am so sorry, Mayor Mills,” you shake. “I know this is the third time I’ve been late, but–”

“I don’t want excuses,” she snaps. “I want you to be here on time. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.” She walks over to your desk with a stack of manilla folders and drops them in front of you. “But, don’t let it happen again. I want this paperwork on my desk by the end of the day.”

“Yes, Madam Mayor.”

Walking back to her office, Regina pauses, turning back around. “And, if anyone calls, tell them I’m out of the office for the day.” 

“You’re getting him today?” you smile.

A gleam appears in Regina’s eyes as she smiles brightly. “I am. The adoption agency called me a few days ago.”

“What are you naming him?”

“Henry,” Regina answers. “Henry Daniel.”

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x Fem!Reader

Prologue: I’m Having Wet Dreams About my Boss

Soft kisses could be felt down your neck as the snug feeling of a corset hugged your waist. The voice in the hazy vision was familiar–too familiar.

“God, you are just a little slut for me aren’t you?” the voice groaned.

You took a deep, shaking breath. “Yes…” You gasped as teeth bit down on your neck harshly–a warning. “Yes, your majesty. I am…I’m your little slut.”

“Make me cum and perhaps I’ll reward you–if you beg enough. Now, get on the bed.”

And with that, you were pushed forcefully onto a plush mattress. 

The image flashed and suddenly you were on a ship. You could feel the swaying of the vessel under your feet as it pulled into a harbor, the smell of the sea, and the sight of a palace just a carriage ride away. Sailors were bustling around you, tying lengths of rope, dropping anchors, and you watched beside…your parents? 

Your estranged brother, Eric, you recognized. But your parents, they were always a hazy memory. You could still remember your mother’s laugh and the way you would stand on your father’s feet as he held you up and walked. Your childhood seemed so far away–so unreachable. 

But what were these visions plaguing you, and why did they feel more like memories rather than dreams?

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The more I’m on tumblr the more I start shipping these two

Ain't no way those motherfuckers put those bitches looking at each other like that and expected us to believe they weren't madly in love

"she didn't want anything to do with me"

"I have to say goodbye to the thing I love most"

And with those lines??

bonus points:

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Starved

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/n: idk if I should put this in my nsfw or the sfw list since there’s really no smut. What do you think? Happy Valentines, my loves.

Warnings: no smut, just intimacy. Larissa is a shameless woman, touching, cuddling, flirting.

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Coming out of the shower with a warm towel wrapped over your chest, you felt watched. You felt a delightfully piercing gaze eating up every inch of your exposed skin, though you weren’t very exposed, most of you wasn’t at all.

“You make it impossible for me to want to get dressed.” You hummed as you turned around, looking into Larissa’s eyes as she was nowhere near interested in yours as you rid yourself of the towel.

“Maybe you should take it as a sign not to get dressed.” A mumble under her breath. Barely for you to hear. Like she let a wandering thought slip through her lips. But you definitely caught it.

You glanced back at her knowingly, but said nothing about her comment.

She was unashamed about her wandering eyes.

Not once did she tear her eyes away from you. Watching as you raided her side of the closet for something comfortable to get into, deciding on one of her sweaters she rarely uses and slipping it on with nothing other than your panties for bed. You hated sleeping with pants on anyway.

She welcomed you into bed with quite literally open arms, letting you settle comfortably against her chest as her arms wrapped securely around you.

“You look so beautiful like this. Dressed in my clothes, half naked in my arms. I have to say it’s my favorite look of yours.”

Giggling, you tilted your head up to look at her, only to find her already staring down at you. “What a pervert. Admitting that you like me better naked, hm?” You gasped, glaring up at her.

“I believe I said half naked. I’d dress you in my clothes all the time, if I could.. fuck you while you wear them.”

“I repeat, pervert!” Larissa smiled, her eyes wrinkling as she did. Oh how you loved this woman.

Her eyes racked your entire body once more, like she was imagining her words right at that moment. She enjoyed every little detail of your body. “There you go, starting again.”

“I’d find it offensive if I was as beautiful as you and wasn’t stared at all day everyday by my lover.” She justified, making it sound like logic. Because who wouldn’t. You stared at Larissa all the time. But not quite with the same eyes that she was looking at you with now.

“That’s not what I meant.” “I know what you meant.” Larissa mused back, her hands traveling under your sweater with a featherlight touch up your back, making your body shiver. “I know exactly what you meant...”

“Mhm..? That you’re looking at me like I'm a piece of meat?” She hummed, breathing in deeply as she borrowed against your neck. Larissa’s hands gripped tightly on your hips. “Well I know you’re quite the delight to taste, from experience.”

“Yeah?” You teased, your arms wrapping around her neck. “yeah.” She mumbled against your skin, pressing a few kisses all along your own.

“Maybe I am starving, just a little, for my stunning lover.”

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Larissa pacing angrily in front of her fireplace, dress pulled tight across her hips…….

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