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rogue-barnes-16 · 4 years

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Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

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Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

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Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

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Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

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clintbartonswife · 4 years

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Two halves of a whole

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sam Wilson x Steve Rogers Summary: Who knew being friends with Sam Wilson would lead to this? Written for @blushycarol challenge with the soulmate prompt :) Notes: soulmate!au so get ready for fluff, swearing, bucky isn't cured - set during an alternate take on catws, this is a bit of a crackfic masterlist

The first time Sam Wilson saw your soulmark was during military training.

Halfway through some drills your top had lifted up slightly to reveal the side of your ribs, baring the two words that had caused you a lot of embarassment since receiving them on your 18th birthday. You knew he had seen them due to the fact that he started uncontrollably laughing, to the point where the general at the time had to send him back to the barracks until he could calm down.

Later that day he had sought you out, apologising for his initial reaction before begging to see the mark again. Deciding to take it in your stride, you had lifted your top up, Sam’s giggles starting almost immediately.

“I’m sorry!” he had laughed, clutching his stomach, “But ‘ass crack?’. What the fuck?”

“I know!” you had responded, throwing your hands in the air, “What the hell kind of conversation prompts the response ass crack?”

From then on the two of you became firm friends, Sam showing you his words in return (‘On your left’ repeated three times in neat handwriting along his lower thigh) and by the time you had both finished training you were sure you were friends for life.

That's not to say that sometimes you didn't feel like murdering him, oh no. When you were woken up to thunderous knocking on your apartment door, you knew there was only one person it could be. Throwing your covers off with a murderous groan, you made your way to the door, swinging it open with a ferocious glare.

“It’s ass crack fucking dawn”

“Ass crack?”

Your sleep-addled brain took a moment to compute who was standing in front of you: a shocked looking Sam Wilson, standing in front of Captain America, Black Widow and a man with a metal arm. You went to pull Sam into a hug - he had been missing for months after all, you weren't made of stone - when the words spoken finally sunk in.

“Oh fuck off” you groaned, leaning forward to rest your head on Sam’s shoulder as he started laughing, pulling you into a hug. You kept your face buried in his shirt as he invited himself inside, gesturing for others to do the same.

“It was all your fault Sammy! You teased me forever about it and its cos you decided to bring the fucking superhero squad over to my house at 2am” you whined, smacking his arm as he only started to laugh harder, ignoring the stares and muted conversation of the three others, “I hate you, you piece of shit”

“Nawww you love me” he grinned, eyes shining, “besides, without me you wouldn't have met your soulmate”

Captain America Steve’s eyes lit up at the confirmation, looking at his friend beside him with a smirk, “Well would ya look at that Buck, we were right after all”

When you finally lifted your head from Sam’s shoulder, your eyes immediately went to the man on Steve’s left, taking in the sight of your soulmate. He seemed to be hunched in on himself, long hair creating a shield around his face, though his eyes never left your body. He was watching you.

“Not that I’m not glad to meet you - because I am - but would anyone like to explain to me why there are three stowaways in my kitchen? Is this why you’ve been MIA Sam?”

Sam nodded cautiously, exchanging a look with the redhead.

“She’s trustworthy” he stated clearly, maintaining eye contact, “I trust her with my life”

“Well I’d bloody well hope so” you scoffed, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, moving into an almost defensive position, “You better not have woken me up for nothing Wilson or I will be mighty pissed off with you”

Steve laughed at this, stepping forward and offering his hand to shake.

“Steve Rogers, this is Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes. We need to lay low for a few days and Sam suggested you”

You gave his hand a firm shake, allowing some of your confusion to seep on to your face. Noticing this, Steve carried on.

“SHIELD was full of HYDRA agents, we were behind the fall of the INSIGHT ships so they aren't too happy with us. Those that are left will be trying to get to Bucky. I cant let that happen”

You felt your mouth fall open in shock, before turning around and slapping Sam around the back of the head.

“You took down HYDRA without me? Sam!”

A quiet snigger escaped Bucky, the first noise he made since arriving, and you smiled slightly at the momentary happiness that shined through his expression.

“Well if you’re gonna be mad you might as well get it all out of the way” Sam mumbled, pulling Steve to his side before placing a quick peck on his cheek.

“No. Way” you deadpanned, glancing between the two of them before brightening into a large grin, “he was the super fast runner! Oooh, can I see what he said?”

Steve laughed, showing the mark on his bicep. ‘Don't you dare say it, don't you dare-’

“You better look after him Cap” you smiled, patting his shoulder before moving so you were facing Bucky, “now would you please be polite enough to introduce me to my soulmate?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, stepping forward with a small smile and gently pushing Steve out of the way. As your eyes fell on Bucky again, you could see he was anxiously fiddling with his fingers, head bowed slightly.

“Since these two idiots aren’t getting the idea” she huffed, pushing you towards Bucky slightly, “this is James Buchanan Barnes, James this is y/n l/n. There, now you’re introduced”

“Very smooth” Sam commented, rolling his eyes as Nat moved away, watching Bucky closely.

“I guess I should thank you for letting me walk around with ‘ass crack’ on my ribs since my teens” you said, offering a smile.

“Yeah, well I had ‘fucking’ scrawled on my back. Ma had a heart attack”

Your smile widened at the sound of his voice, low and shy yet assertive, the breath being knocked out of you as his eyes finally met yours.

“I would apologise, but...” you trailed off, shrugging with a cheeky wink. This succeeded in making him laugh again - a magical sound - before he seemed to withdraw in to himself again, scratching his arm nervously.

“I should warn you, I’m not exactly normal” he said suddenly, avoiding eye contact, “I have … issues”

You scoffed quietly, attracting his attention before offering him a soft smile, “I’m friends with Sam. I think I can handle issues”

Your teasing extracted another laugh, the man looking more assured as he nodded slightly to himself, before stepping forward and extending his flesh arm.

“I’ve waited a long time for you”

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@xxloki81xx @geeksareunique @bangtan-serendipity

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justagaymess · 4 years

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Changing Names

Warnings: Language?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1593 (Not including the texts).

Summary: The one time it was a good idea to take an 8AM lecture class.

A/N: This was written for @blushycarol’s 600 follower writing challenge. I chose the Soulmate AU. In this AU everyone once they are 5 years old gets a mark on their arm with their soulmate’s name. And once you find the right person with that name the mark changes colors. When I thought about the statue I based it off of this one on WWU’s campus. I’m a week late, I’m so sorry. Tumblr was being an ass when I tried to post and it would only go onto my main account. Better late than never I guess.

“Natasha Romanoff” that’s the name or some version of it has been on your wrist since you were five years old. Your soulmate’s name. First Natalia Romanova, then Natalie Rushman, now Natasha Romanoff. You unconsciously rubbed the small black letters as you waited for the class to fill up, you held the seat next to you for your best friend Wanda Maximoff. She had found her soulmate years ago when the two fo you two were still in high school. Vision, as he liked to call himself. She’s one of the only other person that you knew who had their soul mark change. From Jarvis to Vision. From who he was to who he is.

Your mind wandered from Vis, to your own Soulmate. What would she be like? What would she look like? Just all in all, who was she? You didn’t ponder your fate for long before Wanda waltzed in, way too happy for an eight AM class. Before you could greet her she put a Starbucks cup in front of you.

“Oh my god, I love you so much.” You groan out. You take a sip and put your head on the desk. “Remind me why I agreed to take an early class with you?” You ask her as she got her laptop out.

“Because you’d do anything for me.” She said looking up at you and giving you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Come on, you said it yourself, you love me.” She shoved you playfully.

“Mmhmm.” You turned your attention to the front of the class and watched as the professor started.

“Now I don't really care if you come to class. Just please come on these specific days. They’re the only ones that I will ask attendance and they determine my pay. So,” The professor shrugged. “Now today being one of those days, I will now take attendance.” He started reading off the names, surprisingly, he did not read them in alphabetical order. “Maximoff, Wanda.” She raised her hand. “Rogers, Steven.” A tall blonde man who looked impossibly fit and too big to fit in the desks raised his hand and cleared his throat. “Y/L/N, Y/N.”

“Here,” you said. No one paid attention apart from a beautiful girl with flame-like red hair. Her head whipped to you as soon as you breathed out the first letter. You furrowed your brow, slightly confused. You looked down and started to doodle in the margins of your notebook. A little turtle here, a bird there. The professor resumed taking attendance, as you continued to draw.

“Wilson, Samuel.” Check. “Hill, Maria.” Check. “Romanoff, Natasha.” You whip your head up and began to scan the room. Eyes falling back on the redhead, with her hand up. No wonder her own eyes were drawn to you when your name was spoken. An overwhelming feeling of anxiety crept up on you. What if you didn’t like each other? There were cases, albeit few and far between, of soulmates not being the best for each other, not exactly working out in a great way. But that’s very unlikely. It’s much more likely that you and your soulmate will work out. Unless you were not meant to be soulMATES, rather “soulfriends”. That’s another pretty likely scenario. But, you don’t even know if this is even the right Natasha, could be someone else. You won’t know until you talk to her and see her name change colors.

Why did not this class have to be so long? Two hours. And it’s not like you could concentrate on whatever the professor was saying, no, you were too busy staring at the woman across the lecture hall from you. You tapped on the desk, willing the clock to move faster. You needed to know if this was the right woman, and you needed to know now.

The time went by like a slug, but finally the class was dismissed and everyone hurried to pack up. You caught the redhead’s eye, and she motioned over to the top of the stairs near the door. You nodded and turned to Wanda.

“I’ll-uh. I’ll catch up with you later.” You said distractedly. She chuckled and pushed your shoulder lightly.

“Go! Text me when you find out!” She tells you as you rush to follow your maybe soulmate.. You smile back at her.

“I will.” You run up the stairs, trying to take them multiple at a time, and almost tripping. You rush out the door and smack into the back of her. You knock her backwards, pushing her off your feet and you fall on top of her, barely catching yourself, trying not to crush Natasha.

“Jesus.” She breathes out as you get to your feet. You help her to hers and she brushed the dirt off of her pants.

“Are you okay?! I’m so sorry.” You looked her over, your hand on her shoulder.

“I’m fine,” she waves you off. “So you’re Y/N Y/L/N?” You nod.

“And you’re Natasha Romanoff?” She nods and you both smile. “I-I guess we should check.” You motion to her arm and you roll up your sleeve. Steeling your nerves, you look down at her arm and gasp. The dark black of your names faded into bright blues blending into plums and lavenders. You look up at her and pull her into a bone crushing hug. She hugs you back. Not as tightly but her arms still feel nice around you.

“I’m sorry. I have to get to class, but here.” She grabbed a pen from her pocket and wrote her number down below her name. “Call me.” She said and walked off. You watched after her, the anxiety temporarily relieved after finally meeting her for real.

———

Sunday approached quickly, and you were nervous. You had taken all day to get ready and now you were waiting at the tall statue on campus. You were early. 45 minutes early. You fidgeted, rubbing your arms, paced around and tapped your fingers against your thigh. You sat down on the foot of the statue, waiting for the time to come around. It was moving slowly, it felt like 30 minutes took 2 hours. That wasn’t surprising though. Your leg shook and you looked at your watch frequently. 5:30 came by and you were back to pacing. You watched around for her to find you. 5 then 10 minutes pass and there was no sign of her. You sighed and shot her a text.

“Hey, you still coming?” Nothing, for 10 minutes. You looked up from your phone as the clock struck 5:57. You heard panting and see a flash of red hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Natasha yelled as she sprinted over to you. Her hand landed on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry. My phone is busted and…” she spoke.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you came.” You smiled and ran a hand through your hair.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t just leave you.” With that she took your hand in hers and started to lead you away from the campus, towards city center.

“Wait, I’m the one who asked you out. I’m the leader of the date. I should be leading you around.” She rolled her eyes and smirked at you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m taking charge.” You huffed quietly. She raised an eyebrow at you, almost challengingly. “You can be ‘the leader’ next time. I promise.” She sounded sarcastic, but you’ll take it.

“Yes ma’am.”

———

It didn’t take long to get to the restaurant that she was taking you too. She pulled you in and you grabbed a table. She even pushed your chair in for you.

“So I guess we should get to know each other.” Natasha said over her menu. She set it down and folded her hands. You nodded, setting your own down. Your hands were shaking and you were picking your nails. “Do you have any questions, or shall I go first?”

“What the fuck is up with your name?” You blurt out. You wince. “Sorry, that was probably insensitive.” You look down at your lap and a melodic little laugh hit your ears. She sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“Natalia Romanova, Natalie Rushman, Natasha Romanoff, why did your name change so much? And why did you stick with an N R theme for your name?”

“Oh, um. I guess they just didn’t fit me anymore.” She shrugged. For the next two hours, the two of you went back and forth asking questions, sharing stories, and just getting to know each other. When dinner was finished the two of you walked around town, still talking. In the end, she walked you to your dorm room.

“This was nice.” You say and look down at your shoes. “When can I see you again?” You look up and see her smiling at you. “What?”

“You’re just cute.” She shrugs. “Next week? I don't know when yet.” You nod.

“So-so I guess I’ll see you soon.” Her eyes flicker to your lips just before she pulled you in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You practically melt against her, your hands on her waist pulling her closer than she could pull you with her arms around your neck. She pulls away and you could feel the flush on your face. A big grin spreads across your face.

“I’ll see you in class, Y/N,” Natasha smirks, turns around and walks off.

“See you then.”

#blushycarol’s writing challenge #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff imagine #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #my work

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versdan · 5 years

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blushycarol writing challenge! ✨

OKAY! So! I’ve recently reached 600 followers which is absolute madness! Thanks again y’all! (This pic is gold LMFAO I love it)

In celebration of this sorta milestone, I would like to do a writing challenge! Here are some of the rules as well as the prompts, songs & AU’s ! 💞

*constantly being updated with new users tagged! Check original post from reblogs to see updates & changes*

Rules:

Can be for any Marvel characters!

Can be “___ x Reader” or “character x character”, I don’t mind either :)

Can crossover from any other universe just lmk and specify on the fic!

No pedophilia, rape or incest!

You can write smut if you please but place it in the warnings & put 18+ ! (Don’t want y’all getting in trouble)

If your piece is triggering, please specify in the warnings as well and place a “keep reading” cut! Same for smut!

There’s no word requirment as to how much but just make sure it’s over 250 (I sound like my professor omfg)

If you do more than one part, pls tag me in all so I can place on my masterlist!

2 writers per prompt, song & AU

Send me an ask about which prompt you’re taking & with which character!

The due date for all fics are November 27th, 2019! If you need more time, please pm and I’ll be glad to work something out :)

Lastly! Please tag your fic with “blushycarol’s writing challenge”

and now onto the prompts, songs & AUs !

Prompts:

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” - 1. Natasha @domromanoff

“You know I love you more, right?” - 1. Carol @ carol anon

“Leave me alone, geez”

“Looks like we’ve got a smartass in the building” - 1. @marvelsangel Tony

“I trusted you!” - 1. Carol @kdragonwrestling

“Screw you”

“The moment I kissed you, I knew I was in love”

“Do you love me?”

“Hold me”

“Wanna dance?” - 1. Natasha @caws5749

“Did you just-“

“Kiss me” - 1. Wanda @the-lazy-bird

“It’s too early for this” - 1. Carol @icantdecideonmyfavoritefandom

“Will you marry me?”

“You know I would die for you”

AUs:

High School - 1. Wanda @marisagabe

Detective

Firefighter

Soulmate - 1. Natasha @justagaymess | 2. Sam or Bucky @clintbartonswife

Vampire

Royal - 1. Carol @envy-adamss

Flapper/Roaring 20’s/Great Gatsby type thing

Mobster (I luv me sum mobster Bucky fics 👀...just sayin’) - 1. Bucky @chloerinebarnes

Songs:

I Fall to Pieces - Patsy Cline (I wrote a fic with this one but I kinda wanna see how others use it as well :) )

Do Not Wait - Wallows - 1. Natasha @lesbian-deadpool

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow

Be My Baby - The Ronettes

Do You Miss Me At All? - Bridgit Mendler

Get You - Daniel Ceaser

We Fell In Love In October - girl in red - 1. Carol @darling-little-doe | 2. Natasha @wndamaximov

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Pumpkin - The Regrettes

4ever - Clairo

Karma - Marina 1. Natasha @vivwritesmarvel

Blue - Marina and The Diamonds - 1. Bucky @rogue-barnes-16 | 2. Natasha @ultralightdumbass

tagging some mutuals to signal boost :) :

@vivwritesmarvel @envy-adamss @fun-sized-widow-bites @allfiguredout @acdeaky @marisagabe @kdragonwrestling @sunlightwanda @themultiimagines @aesthetiff ✨

pm me with any questions! have fun! Xx

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vivxwrites · 5 years

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An Orchard of Love

*not my gif*

Word Count: 562

Summary: carolnat and apple picking because fall

Warning(s): none :)

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff

A/N: Happy fall everyone! The lovely @ultralightdumbass who I love very very much co-wrote this fluffy thang with me and it’s the cutest thing ever. Did I mention I love her? Enjoy :)

“Why are we at an apple orchard again?” Carol questioned, voice wrought with theatric exasperation and the tiniest hint of genuine curiosity—because, really, she wasn’t truly all that upset about her current predicament.

Here, the rules could be different. Here, they could be different… Carol liked that.

Here, they didn’t have to be the Black Widow and Captain Marvel, long-time Avenger and legendary intergalactic hero (and one of the damn best mission pairings in the history of S.H.I.E.L.D.); no, instead they were Natasha Romanoff and Carol Danvers, two women deeply in love with one another, each searching for a corner of the world in which they could be just that.

“Just give me one of the bags, Carol,” Natasha insisted, green eyes glinting in the luminescence of dawn settling upon the orchard along, a bitingly cold wind on its heels. (Carol was glad for the all-black winter jacket keeping her warm, even if flaming up in a full ‘Captain Marvel’ blaze of glory would likely do the job a billion times faster.) "They must be heavy.”

Carol let out a testy huff but complied just the same, grabbing a firm hold of the ripe apple in question before grunting and yanking the fruit in several directions with all her might—still, the infuriating crop didn’t budge.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, heaving another dramatic sigh.

“Whatever; I guess I don’t need—”

Carol halted herself mid-sentence as she watched Nat reach deftly over and carefully twist the apple in a single controlled movement until it popped itself from the tree—like it was the easiest thing in the world.

The redhead shot Carol a teasing smile—she just gaped uselessly back, jaw slack with surprise at the ripe wine-red apple that now rested atop their wagon, the (literal) fruits of their Natasha’s labor. (Nat was magic, Carol decided right then.)

“You know, there is a technique to it, babe,” Natasha drawled, leaning over to pat Carol’s cheek lovingly, a knowing smirk upon her gorgeous features.

Carol felt her cheeks flush pink in response.

“I know that,” Carol grumbled petulantly back (though she was unable to stop a wide grin from quirking at the edge of her lips), more than willing to play along… especially if it got Natasha smiling at her like <em>that</em>. “I was just, you know… loosening it up for you.”

Natasha quirked a single brow at that in an obvious challenge, but leaned in to press her lips warmly against Carol’s all the same—overall, a win, as far as Carol was concerned.

“And you did your part wonderfully,” Nat quipped without a moment’s hesitation, droll and playful as she pulled away, the sound of it like music to Carol’s ears.

“I did, didn’t I?” Carol volleyed easily, sidling up close next to Natasha and allowing a shit-eating grin to stretch across her features whilst they matched stride walking side-by-side through the orchard, already gleefully anticipating the kind of indignant response that would evoke from—

“You’re insufferable.”

Ah. There it was.

“Yeah, but you love it,” Carol retorted, feeling her dopey grin widen even further until her cheeks hurt.

Natasha pursed her lips, eyeing Carol intently for a long moment before swiftly turning her gaze to the setting sun just ahead. (Carol had never seen someone so beautiful.) “I do.”

A/N: (i always do two because i’m annoying) i jokingly asked for someone to ghost write my concept for me and lo and behold, this little beauty. Needless to say I love Audrey and her beautiful writing skills. Happy fall from Viv <3

Permanent Tag List: @blushycarol @autumnjackson4 @5aftermidnight @captainwonderwidow @aesthetiff @taramitch96 @fansanctuary @pruemania @envy-adamss

#carol danvers imagine #carolnat #carol danvers x natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine

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redhoodssweetheart · 5 years

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I’ve almost hit 1K and I decided to go ahead and post this because I’m impatient and literally can’t wait. I decided to do a writing challenge because I’ve always wanted to do one of these before and I thought this would be a perfect time to do one. I hope you all have fun and I can’t wait to see what you all write! This challenge will end on November 15th.

Rules:

No pedophilia, rape, or nonconseual acts.

You can write smut, but please tag it with appropriate warnings

Please use appropriate tags and warnings.

Must tag me in your story with the tag #Emmas 1K Writing Challenge

Marvel Character(s) or DC Comic Character(s) only (you can do a crossover if you want), doesn’t have to be Reader Insert, could be between two existing characters or an original character! Can also include platonic relationships, doesn’t have to be romantic.

You don’t have to follow me to enter

Please signal boost (optional, but would be appreciated)

Over 500 words, can be turned into a multipart story, but please tag me in all the parts, and please use read more if over 500 words.

If you can’t make the deadline then please let me know so we can figure out how much time you might need.

Two people per prompt, please send an ask to be added

AUs:

Supernatural (Werewolves, vampires, witches, etc.)

High School

Mobster ~ @blushycarol with Carol Danvers x Reader

Victorian

Fantasy ~ @sapphireeyedmythologist with Avengers x OC

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Ghost Hunting

Soulmate

Role Reversal (Example: Steve as the Winter Soldier, Tony as a villain, Thor as the god of mischief, etc.)

TROPES:

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

There was one bed *gasp* ~ @drkstrangeson

Fake dating

Faked their death

Secret Relationship

Taking care of the other person when they’re injured

Eloping without telling anyone (I just watched Frasier and was inspired) ~ @justagaymess and @writersfortheworld with Skimmons (Prompt is now full)

A story like Cinderella or Main in Manhatten, the rags to riches story.

Dialogue:

“Sweet Jesus on a speedboat”

“I can’t just turn it on and off like a light switch!”

“Touch me one more time, I dare you.”

“Of course it had to be an old abandoned house, why can’t we ever go someplace that doesn’t look like it belongs in a 1990s horror film?”

“All right, but if I die you’re the first person I’m coming back and haunting.”

“After this, I’m going on vacation somewhere far away from you crazy people.”

“You better not bleed all over my floor, I just had it cleaned.” ~ @writersfortheworld with Bobbi Morse x Reader

“No.” “I didn’t even say anything!” “I felt a disturbance in the force and the answer is still no.” ~ @trickstersteve with Steve Rogers x Reader

Song:

Blood Sweat and Tears by BTS

Let’s Get Ugly by The Wanted

Monsters by Ruelle

shedontknowbutshedoes by Tove Lo

Sue Me by Sabrina Carpenter

Raise the Dead by Raign

Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People

Heaven by Julia Michaels

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