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the-omni-princess · 4 years

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Beauty and the Beast (Soulmate AU)

Author: @the-omni-princess

Summary: You wake up the day after drunkenly meeting your soulmate.

Prompt: “When did you learn how to figure skate?” // “I dunno.”

Word Count: 1.8K

Pairing: Bucky x Latina!(and Mutant!)reader

Warnings: fluff! Hangovers, seriously, so much fluff!!!

A/N:

@bitchassbucky for #abitchassholiday , and the casual sequel to Sleeping Beauty! [Read here!]

I’ve been dying to write a Latina!Reader since I’m Latina! Here’s my first one. It's still pretty lowkey tbh but hopefully I can write one where it’s a bit more explicit the reader’s Latina! :D

[Masterlist] [First part]

Previously….

He did however, let you go, just as you stopped screaming. “Do… do you know who you are?” you tried in a soft voice, still on edge. Where the fuck was Mr. Star Spangled Ass?

“Bucky… My name was Bucky,” he whispered softly, now looking down at his chest where his mark had deepened in color to darker freckles, easily shown on his light skin.

Your eyes widened, looking down at your hand, your own freckles became more pronounced as well. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, just as Steve and Tony burst through the door, making you both jump.

“Bucky?” It took him less time to recover, now noticing both of you skimming your marks with your hands in shock. “Wait… are you two…?” His eyes glanced back and forth between the two marks.

You looked up towards the Super Soldier, unsure how to really explain the dare that tossed you at your soulmate. “Um…. Hi… Soulmate?”

James Buchanan Barnes, the infamous sidekick of Captain America, a fact you used to argue about in US History class when you were younger since who would call that hot guy the sidekick?!, just looked at you with a little tilt to his head. “Soulmate?” he murmured softly, looking down at his mark on his chest. His eyes widened as he took in the multitude of darker freckles. He looked back at you, following your own gaze to your hand, where the freckles had darkened on the underside of your palm. “Soulmate…”

“Well… that’s unexpected to say the least,” Steve muttered, both he and Sharon looking on with a bit of amusement.

Bucky looked up, noticing the blond couple for the first time. “Stevie?” His voice cracked, and even in your very buzzed state, you could tell Steve was also a little emotional.

“Hey Buck,” he replied, smiling sadly before looking again towards you.

You were now gripping the table for support, the room starting to spin. “Ay Dios, is the room spinning or is it just me?” Your eyes fluttered a bit, vertigo hitting you full force, just as Bucky rushed forward, catching you before you could hit the ground. You groaned softly, looking up at his face, a goofy smile lighting up your features. “Oh, yeah. You’re my soulmate. You know, I always thought you were cuter than Cap. Think I have a thing from brunet boys with pretty blue eyes, and your eyes are way more blue than I could have imagined with those black and white photos,” you continued to ramble, babbling on as the trio watched in amusement.

“First meeting with her literal other half, and she’s wasted,” Sharon sighed softly, now looking at you with pity.

“And the reindeer- hey! I’m not wasted!” You cried out before going back to your rambles.

Bucky just looked up at her, smiling faintly, as he held you up, “I can handle a drunk dame, better than my ma, she was a cursing drunk.”

Steve chuckled, helping Bucky lead you, very slowly towards the common room where you promptly passed out snuggled on a blanket on the sofa, completely oblivious to the fact that the former Winter Soldier was being introduced to the Avengers, while all he did was watch over you.

Searing pain lit up behind your eyes, and your temple was definitely throbbing. Groaning, you reached around your bed for your phone, freezing when you realized you were most definitely not in a bed. You looked down and groaned, you were also still in the party dress from last night, wrapped in a blanket that was also most definitely not yours. You inspected it, noticing the little cobwebs and widow symbols on the fluffy blanket. So, you were wrapped in Natasha’s blanket, the one you got her for her birthday last year as a joke. Looking around, you also realized you were in the main living common area in the tower.

“FRIDAY? How’d I get here?” you called out, groaning softly as you clutched your temples. You were most definitely hungover.

“I can answer that,” a voice called, one you recognized as Steve.

“Lower your voice, you menace, I’m nursing a shitty hangover.” You pulled the blanket over your face, covering yourself from the lights.

“We’re well aware of that, dollface,” a new voice joined in.

You stiffened, slowly dropping the blanket and looking at the man in front of you in surprise. “Hey Steve? I haven’t gotten drunk in a while, are hallucinations normal for being hungover?”

“Nope, I’m real.” Bucky stood, before kneeling beside you. “How much of last night do you remember?”

You gripped the blanket tighter, feeling a bit more exposed than you would like. “Last night? Why would I need-“ your voice died as you looked down at your hands, realizing the freckles that covered the palm of your left hand were darker. “Holy shit, please don’t tell me I met my soul mate and I was too wasted to remember,” you groaned, pouting up at Sharon who walked in. “You get a perfect, they-were-neighbors story, and I get the I-was-drunk story.”

“Not everyone can meet their soulmate because they literally bumped into them, besides,” Steve nodded towards Bucky, who was still kneeling beside the couch. “You literally fell for him.”

You looked back towards the brunet with horror written on your face. “Please tell me it wasn’t as cliché as Mr. Dramatically Yeets Himself Off of Planes Without Parachutes is making it out to be.”

“What does ‘yeet’ mean?” Bucky gave you a small confused look, one you have to admit was pretty cute. Okay fine, maybe he was your type. Dark-haired, pretty eyes, cute dimples when he was smiling. Okay so he was gringo, you could work with that.

“Throw, well basically,” you supplied, much to Steve’s horror.

“You do WHAT?!” Bucky cried out, making Steve cringe, and you whimper softly, closing your eyes in pain.

“Welp, we’ll let you two get well acquainted, sober at least,” Steve grabbed Sharon’s hand and hightailed out of the room.

Bucky didn’t give them a second look, now focused on you. “Damn, I’m sorry, after all your rambles last night I still forgot you would be hungover. Here,” he gently gave you some aspirin and water, which you promptly downed. “How about we do this right? I’m Bucky.”

“I’m well aware of who you are. Used to have fights with my friend in high school because she thought Steve was the cutest Howling Commando, when it was clearly you. Why am I still rambling?”

“It’s quite alright, I find it cute,” he gave you a bright smile, and your heart fluttered for a second.

You chuckled softly, smiling at him before sitting up, making room for him on the sofa as you told him your full name. “But that’s just the government name, everyone ‘round here calls me y/n/n, or FireCracker but that’s usually just Tony.” You gave him a smile.

“Why FireCracker?”

“Well, two reasons. One, I tend to keep talking and say my mind. And two,” you held up your hand, letting flames cover your fingers before they died out again. “I have powers…I hope that’s alright by you,” you whispered softly. Truth was, both the fact that you were Latina and were a Mutant were reasons you were teased and mocked growing up in all-white schools in the South. It was another reason who were so quick to join the Avengers when you were offered the chance. More diverse, and more accepting people. In theory at least.

“God, that looks absolutely amazing! Can you do it again?” Bucky gushed, eyes lighting up as he watched your powers. You smiled shyly, letting a small flame light up your palm. “Does it hurt?” He asked softly.

“Only if I want it to,” you looked up at him, caught a little off guard that he would be so interested in your powers instead of scared, it usually took people more time to get used to it.

“Woah,” he murmured, eyes wide as he took in the flames.

You smiled bashfully, secretly excited that he liked your powers. The flames died out, soon revealing the freckles again. Bucky hesitantly took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing over the freckles that marked the first place you touched, two souls finally coming back together again.

“How about I take you on a date, doll? A real one, since our first meeting didn’t go as expected.”

You blushed, nodding with a smile. “I know just the thing! We can go to the Rockefeller Ice Skating Rink, take in the whole Christmas season.”

His eyes lit up, “That ice rink is still there?!” he cried out, excitement thinly vied in his voice. “Gosh, I remember Stevie falling face-first when we were younger, had to patch up that nasty bruise on his cheek and a broken nose. Ma was pissed we went without my sisters.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you took in his joy. “I’ll take you, Bucky.”

“Well… its certainly different from when I was last here,” Bucky’s grip on your mittened hand tightened. Buried underneath scarves and jackets, Bucky helped you pull your beanie down. He naturally ran warm because of the serum, so he didn’t need as many heavy coats in the cold winter weather. You however, were more used to warmer climates, and this cold weather was not agreeing with you.

“Good different?” You took the skates from the attendant, handing Bucky his before attempting to tie up your own.

“Well the tree’s certainly bigger,” he chuckled, noticing your struggle to lace your skates up and helping you before tugging you onto your feet. Shimmying to the rink itself, gripping onto each other as the earth became ice underneath your feet. You yelped, clinging to him as he guided you on the ice. “And I have my soulmate in my arms, being an adorable mess,” he teased, chuckling as you shot him a glare.

“That’s no fair Buck! When did you learn how to figure skate?” You looked up at him incredulously, still struggling despite the fact that he was holding most of your weight up.

“I dunno.” He teased right back, a smug grin on his lips.

“Ya know, if I knew you would have been this self-satisfied, I would have just done a Christmas movie marathon with you instead, get you well acquainted with movies of this century,” you shot back, giving him a look that sent him into a fit of giggles – actual giggles.

“Well doll, the night’s young, and you have plenty to teach me.” He pulled you closer, making you realize you were dead center in the rink, a suspicious flash in the distance making you notice Nat taking picture of you two. He gently tilted your head up, locking eyes with you. “I just found you, dollface, I’m never letting you go,” he smirked, “my clumsy little soulmate.”

“Call me little or clumsy again and I’ll roast your ass, Barnes, literally,” you growled playfully, giving him a mischievous look, which told him you didn’t really mean it.

He smiled, his hand gently holding onto your face, “I look forward to it, doll,” he murmured, the distance between the two of you closing.

Closing the distance, you kissed him tenderly, arms wrapped around his neck, ignoring the flashes most definitely coming from Natasha. Here, cuddled up in your soulmate’s embrace, the hand that first touched right over his heart was now pressed against his cheek as you kissed. Surrounded by Christmas lights, sweet Holiday music, and children’s laughter as they skated around you two, it felt like your very own piece of a Hallmark movie. And who were you to disagree with Fate?

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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 5 years

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Can you do a newt au?

Day 11: Character A is pretending to be their friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. Character B is said friend’s sibling.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

A/N: this is going to be a modern college au in which the gladers are the said siblings

❄ ❊ ❄ ❊ ❄ ❊

“No!”

“Come on, Y/N,” Minho pleads with you.

“Absolutely not!”

“Please” he starts to beg, hands clasped together. “It’sonly going to be my family and the Gladers.”

His group of friends from high school call themselves ‘the Gladers’. You’re not sure why— you vaguely recall him telling you about something to do with a school team.

“Wait- is Newt going to be there?”

“Uh…” That response in itself is enough to make you groan in defeat. “You’ll still come though, right?”

“Minho, he hates me!”

“He does not!”

“Yes he does!”

You feel that it’s fair for you to assume that the guy hates you for no reason seeing as you’ve never done anything to him— or at least that you can think of. It’s frustrating because he seems so happy and cool around literally everyone but you. Whenever you’re around, it’s all one-word replies and averted gazes.

“Please, Y/N, he’s my best friend—” You shoot him a glare with daggers in your eyes. “O-Other than you of course- look, you’re both my best friends, and it would be great if you can get along- for me, please- I’ll owe you big time for this!” The way Minho is looking at you, you can make it through one night to help your best friend out. He really needs this.

“All right, whatever, just text me the details.

"Trust me, Y/N, Newt definitely doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismiss him, not believing that for a second, but he’s never looked so relieved and you’ve always wanted to meet his family— however you had imagined it under different circumstances.

You just hope you won’t regret your decision.

❄ ❄ ❄

By the time you and Minho arrive to his family home, the party is already in full swing. Food is laid out on tables and counters, the smaller kids are running around, the gladers are taking shots with some of Minho’s uncles, and his parents and aunts are quick to grill the two of you with questions.

In fact, they didn’t even let you inside until you kissed him under the mistletoe that hung over the front porch. You simply pecked him on the cheek, like you have many times before.

You love your best friends family, but how are you supposed to proceed after this? What are you supposed to do for the next family event? And what happens when one of you actually starts dating someone and then you’re reintroduced as his best friend? You and him clearly didn’t think that through. As you watch him goofing off with the gladers you decide that it’ll have to be a problem to deal with later on.

“Minho!” His mother calls out from across the room. “You need to move your car!”

“You are definitely not in any condition to be getting behind the wheel,” you state, watching him hiccup with a glass of Gally’s moonshine in his hand. He chuckles in agreement, and almost stumbles in the process of rummaging for his keys.

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best girl-friend ever!” He slurs, laughing at his own pun as you head out, not bothering to put on your coat.

Gritting your teeth at the cold leather seat freezing you through your pants, you move his car so that his aunt can leave, waving goodbye to her as she drives by. You’re very temped to stay in Minho’s car, long enough so it can heat up and you can just bathe in that warmth for a bit before returning inside to play the role of his significant other.

But you don’t. You leave the car and try not to slip on ice as you make your way back in, however a tall figure stands in front of the door and doesn’t move out of your way.

Given the sub-zero temperature and how the said tall figure has been going about his usual routine of ignoring you in social interactions but then glaring at you, it’s fair to say that him standing in your way irritates you.

“Hey Newt,” You don’t bother to hide the annoyance in your voice as you try to non-verbally cue him to move out of the way. But he doesn’t. “Okay, what the hell is your problem?!” You aren’t sure what snapped inside you, but you get along so well with the rest of the gladers that it’s just too frustrating that you’re not being treated like the rest of the group. At this point, you just want to get to the bottom of whatever the issue is. “Why do you hate me- what did I ever do to you?!”

“N-Nothing—” He blinks a few times, taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“Oh really?” A small part of you kinda feels bad because he looks like a deer caught in headlights— completely helpless in an adorable way, his big brown eyes hitting you in a soft spot you didn’t know you had— but that’s not the point here. “Then why is it that you can’t even look at me in the eyes- or-or say more than two words to me? What did I do to make you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” he says in a voice so small you have to do a double take to make sure you heard right. “I-I’m sorry if I gave you that impression- wow I-I’m so embarrassed- and surprised Minho hasn’t told you.” Your pissed-off expression quickly turns into a puzzled one as you try to decipher what he’s going on about. “I don’t hate you- it-it’s quite the opposite, actually.”

“Newt, what are you saying?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, simply giving you a shrug and a sheepish lopsided smile as he nervously scratches the back of his head.

“I suppose I just don’t know how to act around you- I know it sounds like a load of klunk, but—” You don’t wait to hear the last of his sentence before cutting him off by capturing his lips with yours.

You’re not quite sure what came over you— maybe it’s the spirit of Christmas, the mistletoe you had just noticed has been hanging over your heads, or your plummeting body temperature begging you to get warmer, but you’ve managed to take him by surprise yet again tonight— as well as yourself. He doesn’t respond at first, standing frozen and shocked with his eyes wide, and you pull back before he gets a chance to.

You watch him, trying to gauge his reaction as your panted breaths cloud the air in front of you.

“Wh-what was th- why- did you—” he stutters, still completely shocked and frozen.

“Th-the mistletoe—” You gesture upwards to the hanging branch, and his gaze follows.

“Ah, r-right,” He nods nervously, still not knowing how to feel about what just happened.

“D-Did you really mean what you said before- a-about not hating me?”

Seeing that he’s not the only nervous one here, a small smile curves his lips. He slips a hand around the back of your head, his long fingers lacing through your hair, and he leans down to connect his lips to yours once again. His mouth moves slow, but insistently and— holy shit you’d never had imagined that Newt of all people would be the one leaving you breathless under the mistletoe.

He pulls back only a little, his hand still supporting your head and you can still feel his long eyelashes skimming your cheeks. After catching your breath, you allow your eyelids to flutter open and melt into his gaze.

“I’ve sort of been wanting to do that for some time now,” he admits, biting his lip.

“Then why didn’t you tell me sooner!” You slap his arm, and he seems stunned at first, but then a sheepish grin replaces the shocked expression. “You let me think that you hated me for two years when we could have been dating!?”

“I’m sorry, love,” he chuckles as you roll your eyes.

“Well, better late than never I suppose…”

With that, you grab him by the collar and pull him into a bruising kiss before smoothing your skirt and heading back inside.

Entering the party the once again, you and Newt try not to give anything away, and spend the rest of the night stealing glances that would have the rest of the gladers raising their eyebrows if they weren’t too tipsy to notice.

*BONUS ENDING*

Minho stumbles his way to the upstairs bathroom where he assumes no one else will be, and opens the door to reveal your lips attached to Newt’s jaw, and his hands pulling you tight at your waist while you're sat on the counter.

“wHAT THE FUCK GUYS!?”

You and Newt break apart, stumbling and you brush yourselves off— as if that would make this scene any less awkward.

“When I said I wanted my two best friends to get along I didn’t mean like this at my family Christmas party!”

You and Newt share a sheepish glance; he can’t wipe the goofy smile off his face and his hair is sticking up at odd angles, and you don’t even want to know how much of a mess you must be.

Looking back at Minho, you raise your hands, shrugging, “Uh, we can call it even?”

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