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Marvel Cinematic Universe
Anyway by @girl-next-door-writes
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Bucky has always feared that he wasn’t good enough for her, and when the full extent of his past is revealed will that fear become a reality?
I don’t wanna fall in love (but I do) by @nekoannie-chan
Brock Rumlow x Reader
You never thought you’d fall in love with Brock, yet someone interrupted your happiness and now you wanted revenge.
lipstick stain. by @xbuchananbarnes
Bucky Barnes x Reader
“Give me tall, dark and handsome, mix it up with something strong. I feel a sin comin’ on.”
You Hurt Her...I’ll Kill You by @ohwowreallycool
Natasha Romanoff, Reader
You get asked out, Natasha gives the poor guy the “dad talk.”
Wasn’t Supposed to End Like This by @tinymalscoffee
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Barnes and Rogers Co. are a cover-up business for the Brooklyn mob, but when the police start to get suspicious they set up a marriage with a family with no choice but to obey.
Supernatural
All’s Not Fair in Love and War by @ladyofmaidensandwine
Dean Winchester x Reader
Ancient feuds, broken deals, and thirst for revenge bring an assassin and a Prince together as unlikely allies in the midst of war and political turmoil, but with more at stake than crown and kingdom, they’ll learn just how far they’d go to keep those closest to them safe.
Colours of Love by @firefly-in-darkness
Dean Winchester x Reader
Until you meet your soulmate, everything will be black and white. But what happens when you see the colours of the rainbow but no soulmate in sight?
Toxin by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies
Castiel x Reader
A siren that practices duality of sea and land comes face-to-face with her romantic past. But can it stay in the past or will their addiction to one another be too much to resist?
Knives Out
Temptations by @donutloverxo
Ransom Drysdale x Reader
You know you only want him because you can’t have him. But you still can’t help yourself.
The Witcher
Lessons Never Learned by @fichoe21
Geralt x Reader
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For the Pick Two Writing Challenge hosted by @justagirlinafandomworld I had a lot of fun writing this. Just a Sunday afternoon one-shot. Let me know what y’all think.
Warnings: nothing really...some language
Summary: You get asked out, Natasha gives the poor guy the “dad talk”
9:37 AM
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” You yelled at the strap of your bookbag caught in car door, “Now is not the - ” you closed your mouth as you seen more students walking past. They had no reservations in staring as they passed. Today was not going as well as you’d hoped. Today was supposed to be your chill day. There was nothing due in your classes, all you had to do was show up and not fall asleep during the lectures. Easy, chill, relaxed.
But instead, you woke up 20 minutes late, had to rush out the door, you were parking at 9:37 for your 9:30 class, and now bookbag was stuck. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. Unlocked the car. Opened the door. Rescued the bookbag from the door. And started your walk onto campus.
About 15 minuets late, you slipped in the back door of the lecture hall and sunk into your normal chair. You dropped your bookbag at your feet and huffed as you forced a smile to Matthew (the guy who sat beside you in the back row). He had transferred into the class a week late and came to you begging for notes. As if he was missing a lot in the first week of classes – you knew he just wanted to talk to you, but it was nice. So, you gave him the sparse notes you had, and a friendship bloomed.
“Good morning,” he whispered, “you’re late.” he chuckled.
“Oh really,” pulling your notebook out, “I hadn’t noticed that.” A sarcastic smile as you dug around for a pen.
“Ooh a rough morning, I’m guessing.”
“You have no idea.” Plopping your finally found pen on the table. You looked up at the board, “Did I miss anything important?”
“Not really, he’s telling us about his new boat.” He leaned over to you closer than he ever had before, “No coffee cup today, what’s up with that?” you could hear the smile in his voice.
“I was late, no time for coffee.” You shrugged and watched as he leaned back in his chair smiling at you. Cocky, sly…like he was up to something. “What?” you laughed out. He just shook his head, then got up and left the class. He left his books, his bag, his own drink, everything. Just left you sitting there – confused.
You decided to re-focus and try to at least get something out of this lecture. Some random nonsense about the importance of people, how to make them feel wanted, and blah blah blah. A large palm tree ended up being the main portion of your notes – God, this professor was boring.
“Shhh,” with a hushed laugh as you jumped. A hand rested on your left shoulder, his right arm reaching in front of you with a steaming to-go cup of coffee. You could feel his nose resting against your hair as he whispered in your ear. “you drink the campus’ house coffee, right?” and he slid from behind you to his chair beside you with a wicked smile across his face.
“Yea,” you put your hand on your chest, feeling your beating heart, “My god, you scared the - ”
“Less talking please, people…” the professor spoke up, eyeing the back row.
You whispered, “Matthew, you didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to, besides I - ”
“If you’re going to talk the entire lecture then, by all means, just leave the lecture hall…Am I clear?” the professor, much sterner this time. The two of you shifted in your seats and you tried your hardest to focus on the lecture with the streaming coffee in front of you.
***
“That’s all for today, have a good weekend.” the professor announced, and you began to pack up your notebook and pen. You picked up the now empty coffee cup and shook it while thanking Matthew, but he didn’t respond. The two of you stood and talked a little about the lecture and plans for the upcoming assignment.
As he walked with you in the hall, you stopped and thanked him again…
“You really didn’t have to.” You smiled, stepping aside for oncoming traffic.
“Look,” He stopped in the middle of the hall and shoved his hands in his pockets. You took a step past him then spun on your heels to face him. “I, uhh…” he laughed, staring at the floor.
“Yea?”
“I, um…” he looked up and you smiled trying to make him more comfortable. Of course, you knew what he was about to do – it was painfully obvious. “I was wondering if maybe we could hang out sometime?” He looked like he was in pain; like you had just shoved a fork through his wrist. My God, am I that scary? you though to yourself.
“Oh yea,” Shifting your weight to one leg and nonchalantly throwing a hand out as you spoke, “me, you, I’ll invite some girlfriends you can invite some people…we’ll hit a movie.” You spoke completely serious.
“Oh, yea.” Looking back down to study his shoes. You burst with laughter, pulling him from his studies.
“I was kidding!” you shoved against his shoulder, “It’s a date, I’ll text you my address and work out a time.” You smiled as he started to laugh too. “I’ll see ya around, Matthew.” Turning to walk on without him, making sure to put a little extra sway in your hips as you went.
You and Matthew had worked out the time, place, what you’d do…all those fun details over text (since you only had the one class together). It was actually a pretty solid plan: he’d pick you up, some dinner, stop by a fair that was going on, maybe catch a movie if you felt like staying out. It sounded like the perfect plan. You got dressed in your favorite pair of jeans and a top that felt dressy enough to look nice but not too dressy. Some comfy shoes with a little lift. Everything was running on schedule when you got a text:
It read: “Hey, I think I got the wrong address from you or sumthin”
You were confused, but said it was no problem and re-sent your address. Your text was answered with a phone call…
“Heya.” You smiled through the phone.
“Are you kidding me?” He sounded pissed, “I’m gonna get shot or something.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You live in the Avenger’s Compound?? Cause if this is a jok-”
You laughed, “It’s not a joke! I guess I just forgot to mention that…” There was a long pause on the other side of the line, “Matt?”
“You’re completely serious.” More of a realization than a question.
“Yep,” more silence, “just tell ‘em you’re here to see me at the gate.”
After some common pleasantries the phone call ended, and you walked to your hall’s common area before heading downstairs to meet him. Natasha (someone you’d grown to call your “Sista” on a regular basis), noticed you were agitated and a little nervous. So, you explained what had just happened. You thought everything was going well, then on the phone he sounded so distant, so confused, so cold. Natasha helped you settle down and laugh a little before agreeing to walk you downstairs.
Matthew was waiting in the lobby when you and Natasha walked in. She was so nice to him – much nicer than you though she would be. After a few moments of small talk, Matthew mentioned “hitting the road,” and you began to walk out the door, Matt at your side. His car was just outside the entrance, 10 maybe 15 feet. About halfway there, you hear Natasha,
“Hey!” she stood in the doorway, you and Matthew turned to see what she needed. Her stance was wide and her face serious, nothing like it had been just moments ago. She pointed at Matthew and motioned for him to come back to her. Shooting you a quick glance, you nodded, and he headed back towards her.
“She’s a good girl. She’s not broken like most of us here are. She deserves nothing short of perfection.” She started, a look on her face that could wake the dead if she told them to rise.
“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded.
“Don’t call me ma’am.” She looked past him, to you standing by the car, “She’s trusting, and won’t push back until you’ve hurt her.” Locking with his eyes, “Don’t make her push back.” Back to you, “And don’t promise her shit, if you won’t do it.” She circled around him so that her back was facing you.
“Look at her,” nodding in your direction, Matthew followed instructions, “A girl like her is impossible to find. She’s special, is that fucking clear? I promise you, bad things will happen if you hurt her.” Matthew looked back to Natasha, “I said look at her,” a threatening smile across her perfect lips, “Bad things will happen if you hurt her, and she won’t even have to lift a finger. You make her cry, bad things will happen. She comes home upset, bad things happen. She gets hurt, bad things happen. If she says ‘no’ but then you touch her…I’ll kill you.”
Matthew swallowed, hard. Natasha turned around and gave you smile and wave before walking past him, “Have fun, kids.” and walked back inside.
Sinopsis: Nunca creíste que te enamorarías de Brock, sin embargo alguien interrumpió su felicidad y ahora querías vengarte.
Advertencias: Angst.
N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Pick Two Challenge la frase:
“¿Qué hice para merecerte?”
Y la canción:
“Wicked game (cover)” de Daisy Gray.
No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.
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Tag: @sinceimetyou
The world was on fire
Noone could save me but you
Strange what desire
Make foolish people do
Finales de 2012
Abriste los ojos, volteaste y viste el reloj que marcaba las cinco de la mañana, te estiraste, era hora de levantarse, el entrenamiento empezaría a las siete, pero seguramente media hora antes todos estarían en el comedor y los mejores platillos se acabarían rápidamente.
Te bañaste y vestiste enseguida, cuando entraste en el comedor únicamente había cuatro personas, elegiste los alimentos y te sentaste en una de las mesas más alejadas. Unos minutos después Brock llegó y se sentó a tu lado.
— ¿Ya pensaste lo del próximo viernes?
— ¿En serio quieres ir a la inauguración de la exposición del Capitán América? —remarcaste notoriamente las últimas dos palabras como si te dieran asco.
—Fury nos está obligando a ir también, aparte me encantaría presumirte porque eres la mujer más hermosa del mundo —dijo tomando tu mano y besándola.
Suspiraste y sonreíste, Brock siempre lograba convencerte cuando se comportaba así contigo.
—Está bien, sólo porque quiero conocer más a nuestros objetivos.
—Por cierto, ¿sabes algo de los nuevos voluntarios de Strucker?
—Son de Sokovia, varios de los huérfanos por la bomba de Industrias Stark, hay un par de mellizos, creo que son los únicos interesantes —respondiste sin darle mucha importancia.
— ¿Crees que alguno de los experimentos sea exitoso?
—Probablemente, siempre varía así que no puedo decirte exactamente cuántos.
Tú eras la única sobreviviente de los experimentos que le habían hecho a tu grupo, sin embargo desde antes demostraste tener un talento natural para el combate mano a mano. Después de la experimentación adquiriste algunos poderes, así que mezclados con tus habilidades lograbas que tus misiones siempre fuesen exitosas.
I never dreamt that I need somebody like you
I never dreamt that I knew somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you
Finales de 2008
La fase de prueba de experimentación finalmente había terminado, ya habías aprendido a utilizar tus nuevos poderes por lo que decidieron incluirte en el equipo de STRIKE como otra agente doble.
—Tú eres de las chicas favoritas de Strucker, ¿no?, veamos que puedes hacer —dijo burlonamente uno de los agentes.
Habías escuchado los comentarios anteriormente, muchos no estaban felices de tenerte en el equipo por llevarles ventaja al tener poderes, hiciste una pequeña bola de energía en tu mano.
—Déjenla en paz, T/N podría vencerlos fácilmente si así lo quisiera, ustedes no son más que agentes de bajo rango —Brock intervino.
Los agentes se fueron y Brock quedó frente a ti, se aclaró un poco la garganta antes de hablar.
—Disculpa a ese par de idiotas, son muy problemáticos, no dudo que en alguna misión terminen muertos y será su culpa, estoy seguro que cometerán algún error. Por cierto te he visto en acción, es sorprendente lo que puedes hacer.
—Gracias, tú debes ser Rumlow, ¿verdad? Creo que te quedarás con el puesto de Comandante del equipo.
Sonreíste nerviosamente, se suponía que no debías enamorarte de nadie, pero Brock tenía algo que te llamaba la atención.
Unas semanas después tuvieron su primer cita, al poco tiempo comenzaron una relación, fácilmente callaron todos los rumores que se habían esparcido por los pasillos.
What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
2010
Te estiraste perezosamente un poco, volteaste a ver a Brock quien seguía dormido a tu lado, sonreíste al recordar todas esas veces que habías intentado fingir que no tenías ningún sentimiento por él, pero había logrado conquistarte y ya llevaban varios meses en una relación. Sin embargo no podías negar que te encantaba que cuando volvían de las misiones hacían el amor hasta que terminaban dormidos por el cansancio.
Acariciaste un poco su cabello para despertarlo, él se movió un poco sin abrir, suspiraste, seguramente no quería despertar, moviste un poco su hombro con más fuerza, pero él continuaba ignorándote hasta que de manera inesperada te jaló y terminaste debajo de él.
— ¡Brock!
Él comenzó a hacerte cosquillas, tú te revolvías tratando de detenerlo.
—Detente —pediste.
Brock se detuvo y te comenzó a besar, luego tomó tu cara con una de sus manos y te vio directamente a los ojos.
— ¿Qué hice para merecerte?
—Ser muy malvado porque eso es lo que me encanta de ti —respondiste riendo.
—Sabes que te amo mucho, ¿verdad?
—Yo te amo más, eres lo mejor que me ha pasado en toda la vida.
— ¿Qué te parece si nos bañamos juntos? —él propuso mientras dibujaba con su dedo círculos en tu espalda.
—Eso me gustaría muchísimo.
What a wicked thing you say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing you do
To make me dream of you
2014
Habías escuchado lo que pasó en el Triskelion, apenas la noche anterior habías regresado de tu misión, sabías que Brock estaba en una misión, aunque no tenías ni idea de cuánto iba a tardarse, ni de que trataba, por si acaso y especialmente si era una misión de HYDRA, no podían dejar ninguna pista. En cuanto viste la noticia en televisión sentiste que un escalofrío recorría tu cuerpo, a los pocos minutos recibiste una llamada.
La noticia que te dieron fue la peor que habías recibido en toda tu vida, Brock estuvo en el Triskelion, ahora estaba en el hospital con heridas severas. Después de colgar fuiste a verlo, sentiste como tu corazón se rompía cuando el médico te informó de la situación de tu novio, las posibilidades de que sobreviviera eran muy pocas.
Unas semanas después Brock finalmente despertó, te alegraste cuando te reconoció, te contó todo lo que había pasado, el sentimiento de que nada volvería a ser lo mismo era abrumador.
Aunque no lo admitiera él estaba muy enojado, no sólo porque la misión no había resultado como lo habían planeado sino también por sus heridas. Aunque a ti eso no te importaba no pensabas abandonarlo, él nunca te había dejado y ahora tú estarías ahí para él. Varias veces él te había preguntado los motivos por los que seguía ahí, eso te hacía sentir muy triste, parecía que él ahora creía que no merecía ser amado.
En cuanto supiste todos los detalles comenzaste a hacer un plan en tu cabeza, no ibas a permitir que los responsables continuaran con su vida siendo feliz mientras a ustedes les habían destruido la suya.
—Me vengaré de esto, me vengaré de lo que hiciste Rogers, es tu culpa que mi Brock esté sufriendo —juraste cuando saliste de la habitación de Brock.
And I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love (This one is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love (This one is only gonna break your heart)
No, I
No, I
Hi 👋. I saw your challenge and I would love to do "i want you, do you want me" with arranged marriage troupe, im thinking a royalty or fairytale au with Bucky
Awesome! I cant wait to read it! Thank you for signing up 💕
hi there! i wanted to take part in your pick two writing challenge, so i was wondering if i could use the prompts “arranged marriage” and “and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you”. thank you so much🥰
