Summary: Brock did something wrong, no one mess with your stuff.
Warnings: some smut references, not very explicit.
A/N: This is my entry to the @yikeswtfmate ‘s Ellie’s 700 follower celebration with the dialogue prompt #9:
“Damn right I’m pretty.”
“I said petty”.
And my entry to the @buckyssoul ‘s Rae Hit 1K Marvel Writing with the quote prompt #17:
“What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is also mine”.
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You opened the cupboard and smiled at the see that there was a closed box of your boyfriend's favorite cookies, you took it, opened it and started eating them, and it was going to be an act of revenge that you were ultimately planning on enjoying.
You turned on the TV and eating the cookies, you knew that Brock would soon arrive at the house, but you would try to run them out before he came back, even though you didn't care if he caught you, so he'd understand he shouldn't mess with your stuff.
He went out with his friends, who you didn't seem to like, it wasn't something you cared about, he loved you and you knew it, so everything was fine. Yes, you knew what they were saying about you, everyone seemed like a very weird couple because you were completely the opposite; he is serious, cold and calculating, you are always smiling and affectionate, you radiated an air of innocence, you were always in a good mood, on the contrary, he always seemed to be badass, but what no one knew was that you knew each other so well, that you knew the weaknesses of the other, what liked and other things.
You couldn't say for sure how it had happened, but somehow you fell in love with each other, so you didn't care what they said about you.
To avoid any kind of trouble he went out with his friends when he wanted and you with yours, you trusted each other so there was no problem.
You put your favorite horror movie and opened another one of the packs that brought the box, one by one, savoring every bite, a part of you blat fully wanted Brock to come in at that moment and see you, another not so much, rather you thought you were outdoing yourself.
By the time the movie was over, there were no more cookies in the box, you got up and took the trash out of the house to take it to the dumpster, so there was no longer any evidence that instilled in you, but you were planning something better as revenge.
You lay down on the couch to watch the next movie, but you fell asleep, so you didn't notice or hear when Brock arrived, when he saw you there he took you to bed and tucked you in.
The next morning when you woke up you thought you'd continue your revenge, you started preparing breakfast, and Brock came down and opened the cupboard looking for something
"Baby girl, what about my cookies?" he asked.
"I don't know, it should be in the cupboard," you replied.
You didn't take your eyes off what you were cooking while you were trying to contain your laughter, you didn't want to give yourself away, and you were glad to see him ‘suffer.’
"Y/N" Brock called you.
"Brock."
"Where are my cookies?" he asked again.
"I told you, they must be in the cupboard, if you probably ate them and you're so old so you don't remember what you do," you made fun of him.
"You ate them, didn't you?" he questioned.
He went to where you were, turned off the stove, and took you off your shoulders to turn around and keep you in front of him.
"You ate all my favorite chocolates," you complained.
"I apologized and bought you another one," he replied.
"And? That wasn't enough, I had to get even," you counterattacked.
"Seriously, you hid them, didn't you?" he inquired.
You weren't cruel or vindictive with him, so I thought you were joking and hid them somewhere in the house.
"No, I didn't lie to you, I ate them, all the ones in the box, one by one, they tasted delicious," you replied with malice.
You were enjoying what was going on.
"Why did you eat them? I replenished your chocolates, we were okay," he complained.
"No, we weren't, you just replenished it because I complained, not on your initiative or because you regretted it," you clarified.
"I can't believe it, Y/N.”
“What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is also mine”
You smiled, he knew, you didn't even care if you were behaving childishly anymore.
“Petty” muttered between grumpy teeth.
“Damn right I’m pretty,” you said by spanking your ass yourself and smiling.
“I said petty,” he said again.
He walked away from you and kept looking in the cupboard, he was still hoping that you were joking, after a few seconds he lost it. He was so focused he didn't even notice when you approached him.
"But you love me,” you murmured in his ear.
You squeezed one of his biceps and with your other arm you hugged his back, he knew what you were going to try to do, but he wasn't going to let himself be convinced so easily, now it was his time to get revenge.
"Y/N's not going to work for you," he said firmly in an annoying voice.
"When I go to the supermarket I replenish them, I promise you," you answered in a childish voice
You started stroking his arm and kissing her neck.
"I hope this doesn't affect me that you promised me to adopt a puppy," you whispered.
"Y/N..."
He walked away to stay in front of you.
"You promised me" you reminded him of trying to give little jumps to kiss his beard; he was taller than you.
“Yes, if anything, you'll have your puppy, because I promised you, but you're not going to disgruntled me so easily,” he alleged.
You thwarted your lips that seemed more of a challenge.
"You know I love you very much, don't you?" you said as a finger you stroked the muscles of your pecs above the shirt.
He let go of a growl, he was pretending to play hardball, but he had always found it impossible to resist you.
"And I love you because you are very strong and sexy in all S.H.I.E.L.D.,” you continue.
You kissed his arm and carried on to the neck, while with one hand you kept stroking his chest and the other was coming down.
"Forgive me, babe, I didn't think you'd get so angry, I just wanted you to feel the same way I felt," you explained without stopping your actions.
He was already reaching the limit of his attempt to resist, if you continued he could not contain himself.
"To hell, you need punishment," he bluffed.
"As you wish, Commander,” you said, laughing.
He lifted you on his shoulder to take you to the bedroom, breakfast could wait another bit, now I had to teach you a lesson.
Hi. Hello. Hi! Excuse me, but there are over 700 of you following me? First of all, why? Please explain, I’m a dumbass, I don’t deserve you. Second of all, thank you so much???? I never even dreamt that there would be so many of you that would even want to read my nonsense. I love you so so so much, you’re all precious beans and I don’t know what I did to deserve having you here!
So, guess what? I’m doing a writing challenge! It’s the first one I’m doing so ya know, go crazy, my babies, I cannot wait to read your works!!!
Here are some rules and whatever:
You don’t have to follow me, but I would obviously love you forever if you did
Due date: let’s make it July 2, 2020 so my birthday can be extra sweet
The tag: #yikes700challenge but please feel free to send me the link as well or tag me in the post, just to be sure Tumblr won’t mess this up
Send me an ask if you wanna participate, let me know which prompt you want and the character/ship you wanna write for
Anything Marvel is obviously a priority, anything Charlie Hunnam related is more than welcome, and everything Henry Cavill in general
Please no noncon/dubcon, underage, incest and all that jazz, we’re here to have a good time
One person per prompt for now, but we’ll see how this goes I suppose
No word limit, but please please please add a keep reading break if it’s over 500 words bc we don’t want to flood people’s dashes!
That’s it, I think! Have fun! Stay safe, wash your hands and happy writing!
Prompts after the break!
Movies:
1. Breakfast at Tiffany’s
2. Bridget Jones’s Diary
3. 10 Things I Hate About You
4. When Harry Met Sally
5. You’ve Got Mail
6. Pretty Woman
7. How to Lose a Girl in 10 Days
8. Legally Blonde
9. Four Weddings and a Funeral
10. Notting Hill
AUs & Tropes:
1. Coffee shop
2. College/ University
3. Royal
4. Roommates/ Neighbours
5. Soulmates
6. Bookshop
7. CEO
8. Mafia
9. One bed
10. Fake dating
11. Accidental marriage
12. In vino veritas
13. Blind Date
14. Enemies to Lovers
15. Friends to Lovers
Songs:
1. Hozier – Movement
2. Harry Styles – Adore you
3. Florence + the Machine – Moderation
4. One Direction – Little Things
5. Leon Bridges – River
6. Billie Eilish – party favor
7. Lizzo – Boys
8. Dua Lipa – IDGAF
9. Nelly Furtado – Maneater
10. Charlie Puth – How Long
11. Steppenwolf – Born to be Wild
12. Queen – It’s a Hard Life
13. Bon Jovi – You Give Love a Bad Name
14. Nancy Sinatra – These Boots Are Made for Walkin
15. Blondie – One Way or Another
16. Rosenfeld – Do It For Me - @your-persephone-writes with Bucky
17. Zara Larsson – WOW
18. Marian Hill – One Time
19. ZAYN – wRoNg
20. Hozier – Toxic
Books:
1. Pride and Prejudice
2. Wuthering Heights
3. The Lord of the Rings AU
4. Hogwarts AU
5. A Discovery of Witches AU
Dialogue:
1. “Behave.”
2. “Do not say I told you so.”
3. “You really shouldn’t trust me this much.”
4. “Can I kiss you now?”
5. “Is that my t-shirt?”
6. “You’re staring.” - @chaoticarson with Raymond
7. “Are you flirting or starting a fight?”
8. “Oh, you’re still alive.” “Don’t sound so disappointed, I might start thinking you like me.”
9. “Damn right I’m pretty.” “I said petty.” - @nekoannie-chan with Steve or Rumlow
10. “You! You are – ” “Beautiful? Smart? An inspiration?” “An idiot.”
11. “What’s the plan?” “The what?” “Are you serious right now? Do you want us to die?”
12. “How do you remember that? You were very much knocked out at the time.”
13. “Can someone explain to me, in very small words, why I’m being paired with her?”
14. “That’s my ex. Would you mind if you’d pretend to be my boyfriend for the next few hours?”
15. “Bite me.” “Where?”
16. “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re not wearing a shirt.”
17. “Fuck you.” “Not with that attitude.”
18. “That’s my good girl.”
19. “Stop biting your fucking lip already!”
20. “Oh, fuck off with your stupid eyes and your stupid face and your stupid mouth.”
Sinopsis: Brock hizo algo realmente malo, nadie se mete con tus cosas.
Advertencias: Algunas referencias de Smut, nada explícito.
N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Ellie’s 700 follower celebration con el diálogo #9:
“Tienes toda la razón, soy bonita.”
“Dije niñita”.
También es mi entrada para Rae Hit 1K Marvel Writing con la frase #17:
“Lo que es tuyo es mío y lo que es mío también es mío”.
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Abriste la alacena y sonreíste al ver que había una caja cerrada de las galletas favoritas de tu novio, la tomaste, abriste y comenzaste a comerlas, iba a ser una venganza que en definitiva planeabas disfrutar.
Prendiste la televisión y continuaste comiendo las galletas, sabías que Brock no tardaría en llegar a la casa sin embargo tratarías de acabártelas antes de que él regresara, aunque no te importaba si te atrapaba, así entendería que no debía meterse con tus cosas.
Él había salido con sus amigos, a quienes no parecías agradarles, no era algo que realmente te importaba, él te amaba y lo sabías, entonces todo estaba bien. Si, sabías lo que decían de ustedes, a todo el mundo le parecían una pareja muy rara, porque eran completamente lo contrario; él serio, frío y calculador, tú sonriente y cariñosa, irradiabas un aire de inocencia, siempre estabas de buen humor, al contrario él siempre parecía estar de malas, pero lo que nadie sabía era que se conocían tan bien, que sabían las debilidades del otro, lo que le gustaba y demás cosas.
No podías decir a ciencia cierta cómo había pasado pero de alguna forma se habían enamorado del otro, así que no les importaba realmente lo que dijeran de ustedes.
Para evitar cualquier tipo de problemas él salía con sus amigos cuando quería y tú con los tuyos, confiaban en el otro así que no había ningún problema.
Pusiste tu película de terror favorita y abriste otro de los paquetes que traía la caja, una por una, saboreando cada pedazo que mordías, una parte de ti deseaba descaradamente que Brock llegara en ese momento y te viera, otra no tanto, más bien creía que te estabas sobrepasando.
Para cuando la película terminó ya no había más galletas en la caja, te levantaste y sacaste la basura de la casa para llevarla al contenedor, así que ya no había ninguna prueba que te inculpara, pero estabas planeando algo mejor como venganza.
Te acostaste en el sofá para ver la siguiente película, pero el sueño te ganó, así que no te diste cuenta ni escuchaste cuando Brock llegó, al verte ahí te cargó para llevarte a la cama y te arropó.
A la mañana siguiente al despertarte pensabas continuar con tu venganza, comenzaste a preparar el desayuno, Brock bajó y abrió la alacena buscando algo.
—Cariño, ¿y mis galletas? —te preguntó.
—No sé, deberían estar en la alacena —le respondiste.
No quitaste la vista de lo que cocinaba mientras tratabas de contener la risa, no querías delatarte, de hecho te estaba agradando verlo “sufrir”.
—T/N —te llamó Brock.
—Brock.
— ¿Dónde están mis galletas? —volvió a preguntas.
—Ya te dije, deben estar en la alacena, sino probablemente te las comiste y eres tan viejo que ya no lo recuerdas —te burlaste.
—Te las comiste, ¿verdad? —dijo.
Fue hasta donde estaba, apagó la estufa y te tomó de los hombros para voltearte y que quedaras de frente a él.
—Tú te comiste todos mis chocolates favoritos que tenía en la caja —te quejaste.
—Me disculpé y te compré otra —respondió.
— ¿Y? Eso no fue suficiente, tenía que vengarme —contraatacaste.
— ¿En serio?, las escondiste, ¿verdad? —preguntó.
Tú no eras cruel ni vengativa con él, así que pensaba que estabas bromeando y las habías escondido en alguna parte de la casa.
—No, no te miento, me las comí, todas las que había en la caja, una por una, sabían delicioso —respondiste con malicia.
Realmente estabas disfrutando lo que estaba pasando.
— ¿Por qué te las comiste? Te repuse los chocolates, estábamos a mano —se quejó.
—No, no lo estábamos, solo las repusiste porque te reclamé, no por iniciativa propia o porque te arrepintieras realmente —aclaraste.
—No lo puedo creer, T/N.
—Lo que es tuyo es mío y lo que es mío también es mío
Sonreíste, él lo sabía, ya ni siquiera te importaba si te estabas comportando de una forma infantil.
—Niñita —murmuró entre dientes malhumorado.
—Tienes toda la razón, soy bonita —dijiste dándote una nalgada en el trasero tú misma y sonriendo.
—Dije niñita—repitió él.
Se alejó de ti y siguió buscando en la alacena, tenía la esperanza aún de que estuvieras bromeando, después de unos segundos la perdió. Estaba tan concentrado que ni siquiera se dio cuenta cuando te acercaste a él.
—Pero así me amas —le murmuraste al oído.
Le apretaste uno de sus bíceps y con tu otro brazo lo abrazaste por la espalda, él sabía lo que ibas a intentar hacer, pero no se iba a dejar convencer tan fácilmente, ahora era su tiempo de vengarse.
—No te va a funcionar T/N —dijo firmemente con voz molesta.
—Cuando vaya al supermercado las repongo, te lo prometo —respondiste con voz infantil
Comenzaste a acariciar su brazo y darle besos en el cuello.
—Espero que esto no afecte que me prometiste un cachorro —susurraste.
—T/N…
Se zafó para quedar frente a ti.
—Me lo prometiste —le recordaste tratando de dar pequeños brinquitos para besarle la barba, ya que él era más alto que tú.
—Sí, si como sea, tendrás tu maldito cachorro, porque te lo prometí, pero no me vas a encontentar tan fácilmente —dijo.
Frunciste los labios, eso te pareció más un reto.
—Sabes que te amo mucho, ¿verdad? —dijiste mientras con un dedo acariciabas los músculos de sus pectorales por encima de la playera.
Él soltó un gruñido, estaba fingiendo hacerse el difícil, pero siempre había encontrado imposible el resistirse a ti.
—Y que te amo porque eres muy fuerte y sexy en todo S.H.I.E.L.D. —continuaste.
Besaste su brazo y continuaste hasta el cuello, mientras con una mano seguías acariciándole el pecho y la otra iba bajando.
—Perdóname amor, no creí que te enojaras tanto, solo quería que sintieras lo mismo que yo sentí —explicaste sin detenerte.
Él ya estaba llegando al límite de su intento de resistirse, si continuabas no podría contenerse.
—Al diablo, necesitas un castigo —farfulló.
—Como usted diga Comandante —dijiste riendo.
Te alzó en su hombro para llevarte a la recámara, el desayuno podía esperar otro poco, ahora tenía que darte una lección.
