have you ever seen her smile brighter

The bet

(A/N): YOU GUYS I LOVE PREWAR BUCKY SO MUCH (please send me more prewar requests, I’m begging you)

Request:Hey 👋🏻 ❤ So could I request a 40’s Bucky x reader?the reader is very shy and a friend of Peggy. Bucky is the ladies man. One night they all went to a party and Bucky asked the reader out as a bet she said yes and they became a couple. Bucky begins to fall in love with the reader. After a while she discovers by accident about the bet and her heart got broken. Bucky does not give up on her and tries to win her back! With a happy ending,angst and fluff!! Thank you love you 💛💙

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette

Originally posted by almie18

   Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance. 

   A young girl, around Peggy’s age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her. 

   "(Y/N), you’re here!“ 

   "I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see you,” She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile. 

   Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap to his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.

    “I’ve got a dare for you,” Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out,” Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows. 

   "Okay…what’s the catch?“ 

   "You have to date her for more than four months,”

    “no,” Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. “No way, do you know how many days that is that I’d have to go without kissing some cute blonde?” Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

    “What about two hundred?” Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly. 

   "Fine two hundred dollars,“ Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.

    "Guess you’re gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month," 

   "Whatever,” Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down. 

   "Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,“

   "Hello,” Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky on the other hand was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.

      “Heya doll,” Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her. 

   "Hi,“ (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.

    "She recently moved to Brooklyn-" 

   "Good choice cutie,” Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he’d never seen a face redder than hers. It was…cute. Most women were throwing themself at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he’d found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was. 

   Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one. 

   The “party” had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a ‘your hair is looking fantastic’, or maybe a little something like 'Thats one hell of a dress’. E very time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.

    Around 10 Peggy finally crashed, quite literally too. She was slowly talking one second and then the next she was fast asleep. Steve picked her up and carried her home, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) all alone. He was of course going to walk her home, what kind of a man would he be if he didnt? And truthfully he was actually looking forward to some one on one time with (Y/N), she seemed beyond nice and Bucky wanted to get to know her more.

    “(Y/N)’s a gorgeous name,” Bucky states as he walks along, hands shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim lighting of Brooklyn he could see (Y/N)’s wild blush. “And that blush is pretty cute too,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) cracks a wide smile, hanging her head to hide jus how much of an effect his words had on her. “So (Y/N), you got a man of your own?" 

   "Um no,” (Y/N) whispers, cheeks burning once again. 

   "No?“ Bucky asks dumbfoundedly. "That’s- no- that’s not possible, how can someone like you not be datin’ anyone?” (Y/N) shrugs, her ever present smile still there. 

   "I’m really quiet, guess that’s not something men these days like,“ 

   "I like it,” Bucky supplies rather quickly. “Shy gals are the cutest," 

   "Seems like you’re the only man on the face of the earth who thinks like that,”

    “Good,” Bucky smirks a bit, “more for me,” (Y/N) smiles, a wide toothy thing that had Bucky’s heart fluttering just a bit. “So (Y/N), I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d like to go out on a date sometime, I get if you don’t want to but you seem really nice and I’d love to get to know ya more,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted.

    “Are- are you serious?" 

   "Hell yeah I’m serious,” Bucky smiles at her widely. 

   "You’re not lying to me?“

    "No doll,” Bucky stops walking, turning to face her immediately. “I’m bein’ dead serious, I’d love to take you out for some dinner some time, maybe see a movie, go feed the ducks, whatever the hell you wanna do,” (Y/N) blushes once again but we smile is much brighter and bigger than he had ever seen it. 

   "I’d love that,“ Bucky sighs gratefully, internally chanting and rooting himself on. In five months he was going to have a nice stack of two hundred dollars in his hand… 

    Well- Bucky had fucked up Royally, what had supposed to be nothing more than a stupid bet had quickly turned into something more. Bucky quickly realized what a gem in the rough he’d found, (Y/N) was unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was abnormally sweet, so caring, beyond adorable, and not to mention the most hilarious person he’d ever met.

    After having spent a couple of years with the military he was used to strong language, crude jokes but what he heard from (Y/N) completely topped anything he hear in the army. It was a huge surprise when one day whilst (Y/N) was cooking a meal for the two of then he quite suddenly heard a loud crash followed by (Y/N)’s feminine voice yelling a short but consice "Fuck!” Bucky didnt think he had laughed that hard in his entire life. But Bucky quickly learned that (Y/N) also had a bit of a feisty side. She was bound and determined to do everything herself, she didn’t need help doing a single thing. While most women would expect him to do everything (Y/N) would most likely punch him if he even thought about doing a single thing for her. She was different and Bucky loved that.

    It didn’t take him long to realize just how screwed he was. A month of dating each other and he realized he was in love. The damn idiot had actually fallen in love. Now, it was the five month mark and Bucky was as anxious for it as he could be. He couldn’t accept Steve’s money now, not after falling in love with (Y/N) and he sure as hell had to tell her about the bet, how horrible would it be of him to not to do so? He’d be the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth but whenever he tried to he’d choke up and refuse to tell her. But now he had really done it. 

   He had meant to tell her that night but then things went a little….sidewards and now he was laying in (Y/N)’s bed, butt fucking naked as he held a sleeping (Y/N). Her skin was still slightly sweaty from precious activities but if he even dared pulled away she’d begin to shiver and whine in her sleep so Bucky stayed by her side, holding her as close as humanly possible. 

   He’d tell her later, after she woke up. He’d make her a nice breakfast (even though she’d probably beat him for it), he try to explain it as nicely as he could and hope for the best. 

    “Wait…” (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you- are you being serious?” Her tone was meek and quiet, just like the tone she usually had around anyone but him. Bucky sighs, his stomach twisted up in knots as he nods.

     "Yeah, yeah I am,“

    "I was just- I was just a bet to you?” (Y/N) squeaks, her voice breaking as her tears threatened to spill over. 

   It physically made Bucky sick to see (Y/N) hurting, especially because of him. He’d never seen her cry and the idea that he was the cause of these fresh tears made his heart ache. 

   "In the beginning yes but as soon as I took you on that first date I realized that you meant more than that-“ Bucky stops when (Y/N) sniffles, a single tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. "Doll, I promise-” Bucky reached out to wipe the tear away but his hand froze in mid air as (Y/N) abruptly stood up, tears now freely sliding down her cheeks, turned on her heel and marched to Bucky’s front door. She grabbed her jacket and hand bag, not even giving Bucky a second glance as she did so.

     "(Y/N), doll, I promise it’s not like that anymore-“

     "Two hundred dollars?” (Y/N) looks at him, her beautiful lips trembling. “Two hundred dollars is all I mean to you?” Bucky’s heart aches, it hurts so fucking much and all he wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), comfort her and convince her that she meant the world to him. But before he could even open his mouth to respond (Y/N) slammed the door shut, leaving Bucky all alone in his apartment. 

    Bucky immediately ran to Steve’s place, damn well knowing that Peggy was probably there as well. His fist best upon the door loudly, he panted from the exertion of running god knows how many blocks, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. Immediately the door opened, revealing a rather dishelved looking Steve. 

   "Buck, uh- I’m kinda busy right now-“

    "Yeah, I can see that,” Bucky grumbles as he marches into Steve’s apartment, ignoring Steve’s cries not to. Bucky completely ignored the fact that Peggy was laying naked on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body as she looked at Bucky in disappointment. “I fucked up Steve, I fucked up so bad," 

   "What? What’d you do?” Steve asks as he slams the front door shut, obviously unhappy with the way things were turning out. “I told (Y/N) about the bet,”

     "you- you- you fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?“ 

    "I thought she deserved to know!" 

    "God Bucky, what kind of an idiot does something like that?”

    “I do!" 

   "Wait-” Peggy raises a hand, silencing both boys. “What bet?” Both men sigh in disappointment, knowing that Peggy would beat both their asses for what they did.

     "That day in the bar, the day we returned home,“ 

    "Yes,” Peggy nods, acknowledging the memory.

     "Well I told Bucky that if he could date (Y/N) for a solid five months I’d give him two hundred dollars,“ Peggy looks between the two of them, dumbfounded, and even a bit hurt. The room is silent for far too long, no one says a word as Peggy sits there brewing in her anger. Both of the boys nearly cowered in fear, waiting for Peggy to snap and bite their heads off. 

   "You two-” Peggy whispers quietly, “Are the biggest dicks on the face of this earth!” Peggy chucks a pillow their way, cursing both of them to hell and back. “I can’t believe you’d do that!" 

   "I know,” Bucky cowers in fear as Peggy continues to throw pillows. “We were stupid!" 

   "I ought to get up and beat you to a bloody pulp, both of you!" 

    "Or you can help me fix this with (Y/N)!”

     "Why should I you heartless prick?“ 

    "Because I love her, okay! I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world and I can’t- I can’t lose her,” Peggy finally settles down, looking at Bucky with a now much softer gaze. “I want to fix this, I want (Y/N) to know how much I love her.” Peggy sighs softly as she readjusts her blanket, pulling it up her body a little higher. 

    “She’s not going to be easy to win back, she’s sensitive and she likes to hold a grudge,” Bucky nods, sighing in defeat. “But I know you can win her back James,” Peggy smiles softly, “Plus with a little help from me you’ll be golden,” Bucky smiles, sighing in relief. 

    “Oh thank you so much Peggy, I can’t thank you enough," 

   "You can thank me by getting out of here, I’ll come buy Tommorrow to figure something out, okay?” Bucky nods as he runs a hand through his hair, gripping the strands gently.

    With Peggy’s help he actually had a chance at winning (Y/N) back, there was a glimmer of hope for him. He just hoped that he hadn’t hurt (Y/N) too much, he hoped it wasn’t too late to repair what they had.  

   "She loves the stars,“

     "Yeah, I know that Pegs,”

    “Loves chocolate," 

    "I know that too,”

     "She loves to read-“

     "Peggy, this is all shit I already know-”

    “She likes red wine too,”

    “How is this going to help me at all?”

    “Just combine them all together,” Peggy sighs, shaking her head. “A night under the stars, some chocolate and red wine, pick up a book for her," 

   "Peggy, Brooklyn is covered in snow, how am I supposed to-”

     "Stark has been working on this machine, more like a room really. Find (Y/N), tell her you’ll pick her up at six, I’ll give you directions to the place, you just show up with your stuff and I’ll have everything ready,“ 

    Bucky was a bit reluctant to agree, after all, what if Peggy screwed him over for making the bet? But this was the best plan he had right now so he had to roll with it even if his gut feeling was telling him it was a bad idea.

     Bucky rapped his knuckles against (Y/N)’s door, sighing shakily as he awaited an answer. 

    "Go away,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, full of insecurity.

     "(Y/N), please just open up,“ 

  "Are you here to rub two hundred dollars in my face?” 

  “No, I’m here to ask you on a date-” 

  “a date? Are you serious?” 

  “Please (Y/N), just open up so I can talk to you,”

   “Why should I?” 

  “Please (Y/N),” Bucky rests his forehead against the cold wood door, sighing as he does. “I’m beggin’ ya doll,” Bucky could hear (Y/N) sigh softly and not a moment afterwards the door swung open, revealing a rather worn down looking (Y/N). Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her hair was a mess, and the only piece of clothing around her body was an old robe. Even now Bucky found her stunning.

    “So…a date?” 

  “Yeah,” Bucky nods, trying to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous form. 

   “I’ve picked some stuff up and I’ve got something special planned for us,”

   “Do I have to dress up?” Bucky smiles a bit, shaking his head as he does. 

  “Of course not, wear whatever you want,” 

  “…when do we leave?” 

  “Six,” (Y/N) sighs, resting her head against the doorframe. “I know I hurt you,” Bucky looks at his feet, shame flooding through his system. “It was stupid to even have the bet, I shouldn’t have done that to you and I’m so sorry (Y/N)-” 

  “It’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugs, “Guess it was the only way someone would ever want to date me-”

   “No doll,” Bucky takes a step forward to hold her, just like he usually did when she was hurting but this time he stopped himself, deciding against it. “That’s not true,”

   “that’s why you dated me, right? Had it not been for the bet you wouldn’t even be with me right now, would you?”

      “I don’t- I don’t know doll,” Bucky sighs, looking down to his hands once again.

       “Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Both of them fall silent for a bit, just staring at the ground, each one biting back their own words and feelings, too scared to share them at such a vulnerable moment. “I’ll be ready at 5:45,” (Y/N) finally speaks, their voice so quiet Bucky had to strain to hear it. “You can come pick me up then,” Bucky nods, sighing shakily as he does,

      “Sounds good,” He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. (Y/N) smiles back, mirroring his expression as she murmurs okay and gently closes the door, leaving Bucky all alone on their doorstep.

     Well, she had said yes, that was a start.

    As promised Bucky was there at 5:45, knocking on (Y/N)’s door gently. Immediately it swung open, revealing the girl herself and holy shit- she damn near took Bucky’s breath away. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant, just a simple floral dress, she didn’t even have a lick of makeup on and Bucky still thought she looked far more beautiful than any other woman he’d laid eyes on.

  “You look amazing,” Bucky whispers, his eyes unashamedly raking over (Y/N)’s form. A slight blush rise to her cheeks, the same blush that made Bucky fall in love and suddenly he felt like he was on his first date all over again.

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers all shy and timidly, making Bucky’s heart flutter lightly.

  “I uh- I’d ask to hold your hand but I think you’d break my hand if I did,” Bucky smiles sheepishly as he and (Y/N) make their way down the steps and out onto the open streets. Wordlessly (Y/N) clasps Bucky’s hand in her own, giving it a soft squeeze, a reassuring squeeze. Even when she was mad at him she could help but give into the affection, Bucky loved it. Bucky smiles happily as he guides (Y/N) along, his thumb smoothing circles into her skin as they walked along, venturing further and further away from civilization.

  “Uh- you’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” (Y/N) chuckles nervously, looking at the abandoned streets and overpowering weeds in fear.
  “Of course not,” Bucky chuckles. “I’ve just got something special, that’s all,”

  “Is it murder? I bet it’s murder,”

  “It’s not murder,” Bucky chuckles a bit. “I promise,”

  “Well, what’s in the box?” (Y/N) gestures to the small bag Bucky carried in his free hand. It was full of all the materials Peggy told him to bring, chocolate, wine, a good book all he needed was Starks facility and hopefully he was good to go…hopefully…

   The place Peggy had given him the directions to was…run down to put it lightly. It was a crumbling buidling in some old lot, one that barely looked inhabitable but Bucky didnt doubt Peggy, never did and never would.

  “This is the surprise?” (Y/N) asks in disbelief.

  “It’s on the inside,” Bucky mutters, biting his lip as he took a few steps towards the building. He trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted-

   Bucky stops as he enters the building, his eyes roaming around the interior in shock. It was full of stars- not exaggerating. The entire interior was space, he could see all the planets, every star, every little speck of dust in the universe was in this room.

  (Y/N) trails not too far behind, her eyes wide as she stepped in as well. If Bucky thought that was cool it became magnificent when suddenly the stars and planets began to move, orbiting as though they were actually in space.

  “Bucky-” (Y/N)’s voice is quiet, full of surprise as she looks around. She trails off however as they reach out, touching a small star close to them. The thing moved to her hand, sitting there as though an actual fucking star was made to fit in her hand.

   “You like stars, don’t'cha?” Bucky asks as he gently tugs (Y/N) along, to a small spot in the middle of the room. There was already a blanket there (Thanks Peggy) and Bucky sat down, pulling (Y/N) alongside him. She looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling in a way Bucky had never seen before. She looked so beatiful, so full I happiness and curiosity that Bucky wished he could just live in this moment forever, just to watch (Y/N) smiles the way she was smiling. “I also- uh- have some chocolate and wine,” Bucky pulls the two Items out, setting them down on the blanket for (Y/N) to take. “And I know you love poetry and love so-” Bucky chuckles as he pulls out some poetry book he had found at the store. It was chuck full of cheesy romance poems and he knew (Y/N) would simply eat up.

   “You did all this for me?” (Y/N) asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks at Bucky. Bucky nods, smiling at her so sweetly and so lovingly he was surprised he didn’t develop diabetes.

  “Yeah I did, with a little help from some friends,” (Y/N) smiles, her eyes watering even more as she pounces forward, wrapping Bucky up In a warm, tight hug.

  “Thank you so much,” She whispers as she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in deeply.

  Bucky wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, sighing softly as he finally- finally held her. It felt so good to have her back in his arms, it had only been a few days but even that had been too much for him.

  “Anything for you doll,” Bucky whispers as he kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s ear, a small action that she loved dearly. “I’m so sorry about the bet, I promise you mean so much more to me than some stupid money. The thought of hurting you the way I did makes me sick, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I wish I had told you sooner,” Bucky rants as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s pulse point, her heartbeat soothing him slightly.

    “I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky, her cheeks now wet with tears. “I love you so much,” Without any hesitation she leans forward, connection her lips with Bucky’s.

     It felt so good to be kissing her, to be able to feel her and hold her, it felt so amazing to know that she knew that he loved her, what was even better was knowing she loved him back. Bucky and (Y/N) loved each other, that’s all that mattered.

    Bucky pulls (Y/N) a little closer, kisses her a little deeper, a little more passionately, a little more sensually-

     “As cute as this moment is,” Howard Stark’s voice blares through the room, breaking the two lovers apart. “I’d like to remind you two not to have sex inside here, I don’t need your bodily fluids all over my experiment, thanks,”

she shines so bright
but it doesn’t
make the stars seem duller
no, she’s the lightswitch, the fuse,
each and every thing is illuminated
just because it saw her
tell me, have you ever seen a bluer sky?
—  everything became brighter when i met you // L.H
Whatever You Say

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word count: 1846

Characters: Izzy and parabatai!reader, Raphael x reader, Jace Lightwood, Clary Fray, Simon Lewis

Warnings: Fluff? I don;t think there’s anything else, actually!

Summary: Set in 1.09 Rise Up. Rapahel has a condition to his keeping Simon and Clary safe.

“Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you a favour?”

You had been planning on spending this evening training with Izzy, but Jace found you in your room just as you were getting ready. He was leaning against your doorway, and he looked tense. You were immediately on your guard. Jace hated asking people for help. If he was coming to you, then whatever the problem was, it was serious.

“Sure. What is it?” you asked warily.

He glanced around, before coming further into your room and closing the door. “Look, you know Simon?”

“Clary’s friend? Sure I do.”

Keep reading

jenniferjuni-per  asked:

Rebelcaptain + 11 for the cuddle prompts

11. post-coital cuddle (also in this case post-first time cuddle just because)

Jyn stares up at the low ceiling, heart still pounding a shaky rhythm in her ears, Cassian’s arm a half-reassuring, half-terrifying weight draped across her stomach. She wants to tilt her head to look at him, but she has absolutely no idea what to say. Sorry I jumped you? I actually came in here to talk about your latest mission report and I’m not really sure what happened but this wasn’t at all intentional?

All her mind seems capable of doing is replaying that look on Cassian’s face: cheeks beautifully flushed, eyes scrunched closed as he—

Not helpful.

She has to say something, anything. This is a moment, however initially unintentional, and he has to know that it mattered, that this isn’t just something she does with just anyone, that she…

And then, as if chastising her for waiting too long, her stomach makes a loud squelching noise reminiscent of the inner-workings of a trash compactor.


After a beat, Cassian turns and props his head up on his hand, glancing down at her with an amused half-smile. “Did that noise come out of you?”

Just like that, her nerves ease.

She scowls. “Shut up.”

“Hungry, I take it?”

She smacks him in the shoulder, and he doesn’t even look irritated.

“Shut up,” she repeats. “I haven’t eaten dinner yet. I got distracted.”

Cassian smiles, ducking his chin. “Yeah. Uh, I think the mess is still open. You probably want to…”

His hand fidgets with the sheet, almost like he’s nervous, too. And Jyn thinks: maybe there’s a way to do this without having to say anything at all.

She leans forward, tilts his chin back up, and kisses him, firm enough for him to know she means it.

“Coming with me?” she asks when she pulls away.

Cassian is just staring at her, lips parted and eyes wide with a kind of incredulity that seems kind of absurd given how closely they were entwined not a few moments before. But then he smiles, brighter than she thinks she’s ever seen from him.

“Food sounds good,” he says, nodding. “Lead the way.”

Safe Place - Luke Hemmings/(Y/N) Series - Part One

Okay, so a few of you said you’d be interested in reading my series that I wrote a few months back. So here it is :) I hope you like it! Let me know what you guys think <3

Luke’s POV

I walk down the familiar hallway to my flat, my feet bouncing with excitement as I make my way through the run-down building. The boys and I have just finished a press tour to promote our next album, but thankfully, I wasn’t gone very long. It was a few weeks in LA, a week in London, and a week in Australia, which comparatively speaking isn’t too bad. I see our door down at the end of the never-ending hallway and my heart skips a beat.

I’m not so much excited about being back in my apartment as I am to see my best friend and roommate, (Y/N). We’ve been best friends since secondary school, and when she turned eighteen we decided to get an apartment together. In all honesty, it’s mostly her apartment since I’m gone most of the time, but I still pay half of the rent. When the band first started to get big, I had planned on just saving my money and getting an apartment somewhere in America like New York or LA. But after she finished high school, (Y/N) asked me to be her roommate, and I just can’t say no to her.

A smile forms on my lips as I finally reach the door. I notice that it’s cracked open very slightly and I freeze for a moment. I check my watch and see that it’s only 11 AM, so (Y/N) should still be at work. I begin to brace myself to attack the intruder until I smell burnt food wafting from the kitchen. At that point I know it must be (Y/N) because despite her many talents, she is a terrible cook.

I very carefully push the door open and walk through the living room. Just seeing our old couch and tv makes me smile even wider. I really have missed being here. I drop my bag near the edge of the living room and head toward the kitchen. I have to stifle a laugh when I see (Y/N) dancing around the kitchen with her headphones in while she stirs something on the stove. I casually lean against the doorframe and wait for her to notice my presence. After a few more minutes of jumping around and quietly singing along to the music in her ears, she finally turns around. Her eyes go wide and she immediately drops the spoon that she’s holding and it hits the floor with a loud clang. She glares at me as she pulls the headphones out of her ears and places one of her hands on her heaving chest.

“You can’t scare me like that, Hemmings!” She breathes as a smile stretches across her lips.

Before I even have time to respond, she lunges toward me. I’m able to catch her just before we both go toppling to the ground. She wraps her arms around my beck and buries her face in my shoulder.

“I missed you,” I say once I’ve steadied myself.

I feel her nod against my shoulder. “You can’t leave me for that long ever again,” she whines.

She says this every time I come home, and sometimes I wish I could just stay here with her all the time, but I know I can’t. She loosens her grip on me and I gently set her back down on the floor.

“Have you been working out?” She asks as she reaches out and squeezes my bicep. “You used to struggle to hold me like that,” she teases.

“Please,” I snort. “You weigh like two pounds. Even weakling Luke could pick you up with no trouble.”

She smiles, and I swear the whole room gets brighter. She has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, and it never ceases to knock me off my feet.

“It gets so lonely here at night,” she says as her smile suddenly fades. “The other night, oh my gosh, I almost had a heart attack. There was this creaking noise…” her voice seems to fade out as my eyes focus in on the hint of a bruise that’s fading underneath her right eye. “…I pick up my hair dryer and start walking around the apartment looking for intruders and-“

She stops talking when she sees me staring at her.

“What?” She asks, laughing nervously.

“What happened to your eye? It looks bruised,” I say as I reach out and brush my fingers over the fading yellow spot.

A shiver runs through her as soon as my hand touches her and her eyes immediately fall to the floor.

“Oh,” she says, her eyes suddenly unable to meet mine. “I did that at work the other day.”

She’s never been a good liar, and I’ve known her long enough to know when she’s trying to cover something up.

“Oh yeah, that riveting library job,” I say sarcastically. “Must get pretty crazy in there.”

She lets out an insincere laugh as she turns back to face the stove. “Speaking of work,” she not-so-subtly changes the subject. “I took the day off so that I could be here when you get home. I wanted to make you a special dinner for your grand return,” She says, gesturing toward the burnt food on the stove. “However, after three attempts, I’ve begun to realize that I simply can’t cook.”

I laugh as she turns the stove off and officially admits defeat.

“So, pizza?” She asks.

I nod. “Pizza sounds good.”

She picks up her cell phone to order the pizza and I grab my bags and carry them to my room. I open the door and am met with a perfectly clean bedroom, which I know for a fact is not how I left it. (Y/N) must’ve cleaned it while I was away. She steps into my doorway a few minutes later as I’m beginning to put some of my clothes away.

“You could at least fold your clothes before you put them in the dresser,” she sighs, a small smile still on her lips.

I roll my eyes playfully and attempt to fold the shirt in my hands before giving up and shoving it in the drawer with everything else. She laughs.

“Oh, I don’t know if you have plans tonight, but Jonah is coming over for dinner,” she says, sitting down on my bed and folding the rest of the clothes that are in my suitcase. I guess she got tired of watching me messily shove them away.

I try to keep the disgust off of my face as she mentions her boyfriend, Jonah. I know I should be supportive of her relationship since she’s my best friend, but I just can’t. She deserves better than him. He’s not a terrible guy, but he’s just not nearly good enough for her.

“I was actually just planning to sleep,” I admit. “Jet lag is starting to hit me.”

I could be imagining it, but I swear her smile falters ever so slightly when I say that, but she nods.

“So you and Jonah just try not to make the bed creak too much, huh?” 

The words taste like vinegar coming out of my mouth. I can’t believe I just make a joke about her having sex with that idiot.

She tenses up at my attempted joke, and she suddenly stands up and walks toward the door.

“I’m gonna go wait for the pizza,” she says. 

Something is definitely off about her voice. Did I offend her somehow?

“(Y/N)?” I ask, but she’s already out the door.

Something has changed since I left; something big.

Finding Home (1)

Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of weed? Something resembling a panic / anxiety attack, though probably not, but just in case. No specific ship in this entire story, tbh, but I’ll make sure to add some fluff + sexual tension between you and everyone, lol.

Author’s Note: HEY. So, it has been a long time since I’ve written any fanfic, much more an Avengers fanfic. I hope all the characters are in character, ehehe. So, I’ve decided to do a series of connected one-shots of your high school senior year with the Avengers gang + other Marvel characters, inspired by the 30 day drabble challenge (although I will not be doing drabbles, and for now, I’ll just do seven of them, depending on my inspiration). So, hope that you enjoy this! Let me know if there are any mistakes. Thank you! (:

Finding Home: Part #1: beginning. Part #2: accusation. Part #3: restless. Part #4: coin. Part #5: haze.

1: beginning

n. a starting point / new or inexperienced

This office was such a fucking dump. You looked at the pee-colored wall, bare but for the chippings on the corners by the ceiling. Good thing a few bulky, metal cabinets covered that eyesore of a wallpaper – although that still didn’t help in the general aesthetic quality of the room. There wasn’t even a window in here.

Your gaze fell on the small desk in front of you, unoccupied except for a laptop, a fuckton of paperwork, and some kind of 1940 action figure of a man in blue-white-red spandex. Oh, and of course, the name of your class advisor-slash-guidance counselor on a rusty, golden plaque: Mr. Phil Coulson.

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Shattered (Chapter 3)

Smutty Ayahina College AU

Summary: Hinami tries to deal with her sorrows through seeking Ayato out. Ayato can never turn away the girl he loves far more than he should. Two people with unrequited feelings, dealing with them in very different ways. Human AU. (10.2k words)

A/N: Touken’s introduction! Touka and Kaneki are very important characters in this fic and they will begin to play a huge role from here onwards in helping Ayato and Hinami’s relationship develop as well. This is the longest chapter in the fic. I contemplated cutting this into two, but it will be awkward because everything flows together and I want everything to be laid out at once. I wanna really thank my mutuals for always reading the excerpts I send them and commenting on them. I feel so insecure about this fic all the time and it’s so good to receive support. And all of you who read it and leave comments make me very happy as well! 
Please do reblog this and feel free to leave some comments!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 3.5


“Aya…to?” Touka’s voice is soft, faltering as the name slides off her lips. She pushes past Hinami roughly, a surprising turn to the gentle impression Hinami had of her, and rushes towards him. Hinami sees his body stiffen, shivering as he took a step back.

“Sis…” he murmured.

“Where… the fuck have you been?” Touka cries out, reaching forward to grab him by his collar. “I’ve been so worried. You don’t answer my calls or reply my messages. I know you received them– you fucking have your receipts on. You don’t even come back to visit.”

Ayato grits his teeth, his brows furrowing, as he tries to push her off him. “Let me go, you stupid sister!”

“I’m not letting you go!” Touka yells back. “You’re coming home. Right now.”

“I don’t want to. That’s not my home!”

Hinami feels the impact of his words even though they’re not directed at her. Ayato is never mean and rough with her, but right now, he looks like he’s on the verge of slamming his sister into the wall beside them. But his sister stiffens at his words, her grip on him loosening as her hands fall to her side. Hinami sees a small tremble pass through her.

“What… do you mean it’s not your home? It’s always–”

“It’s never been my home, not ever since Mom died!” Ayato hisses. “Dad didn’t give two fucks about me after that anyway!”

“No… No, Father–”

“Shut up,” Ayato snaps instead, cutting into her words. “You chose this, Touka. You chose him over me.”

“Why does there even have to be a choice?” Touka almost screams. “You’re my brother, he’s my husband!”

“You broke our promise!”

“We need to move on. We can’t keep holding on to our past!” Hinami hears the tears in Touka’s voice even if she’s not watching her cry. She tries to get Ayato’s attention. His sister is pregnant. It isn’t good to worry her too much. But Ayato doesn’t seem to notice and he continues staring at her with that haughty, hateful look that Hinami’s never even seen on his face before.

“Move on without me then,” Ayato scoffs.

“Why are you like this?” Touka murmurs. “Why are you being so difficult? You’re not a kid anymore.”

“I know. So leave me the fuck alone,” Ayato snarls. He turns around but Touka reaches for him again, grabbing his arm.

“What are you doing now? Where are you? Are you still in school?”


“Don’t drop out or anything… Work hard…”

“I know that.”

“What about money?”

“I’ll manage… I’ve been managing.”

“Come home. I have all the money you need,” Touka whispers.

“I don’t need your money. I don’t need his money,” Ayato hisses back, prying his sister’s hands off him.

Hinami watches the scene partly in awe and partly in worry. She doesn’t understand how two siblings can be so estranged. They’re siblings– they have the same blood, they grew up together and they’re family. How can they be so far apart right now?

Stop it, Ayato. It’s cruel. This is too cruel. She’s pregnant– don’t be too rough with her; don’t stress her out.

“I’m not letting you go again!” Touka cries out again, fingers digging into Ayato’s arms even more. Hinami sees the flash in his eyes and she’s rushing at him even before she can think. Time seems to slow down and everything she sees, she sees in slow motion. But even she moves in that speed and Ayato pushes Touka off him before she can reach them. Hinami’s left agasp as Touka stumbles back, the wave of horror that washes over her clearly evident on her face. She falls to the ground and her hand immediately flies to her tummy, eyes wide and almost tearing. Hinami hears a choked gasp from behind her, but she really can’t care too much about it, her attention entirely on Touka right now.

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The Heart Wants what the Heart Wants. Chapter 5

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word Count: 1.940

A/N: I am finalyy done with another part!! Thank you all for loving these series and for supporting me eventho it has been a shitty long time since I updated. I sincerely hope you all enjoy this and that you will continue to love it :). 

Introduction || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 

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anonymous asked:

Hiiii :) I hope you’re having a good day! Idk if you’re still writing but it says fanfic requests were open so I thought I would ask if you could write a mini Drabble about nalu and their kid? If not it’s okay! I just love how you write, especially fluff and it’s just the kinda thing I need to read rn after the disaster of anti posts ive seen 🙄 LOL but if not it’s okay! I hope you’re doing okay 💛

Hello!!! I am indeed, thank you! Haha well I haven’t given up on writing, but true, I’ve been on a rather long hiatus. You know what? Sure!!!! I was excited about the Nalu kid and we need to celebrate it somehow. Mini drabble it is! Thank you so much!! I hope you have a lovely day :3 Hope you don’t mind that their kid is a baby… Idk that’s just kinda what my fingers did. Also this is short and pure pointless fluff and I don’t really know but I tried:

Lucy usually woke up to the crying first.

Maybe it was a mother thing, but a single wail from Luna would cause her eyes to snap open while Natsu snored away beside her. Every once and awhile, she was completely exhausted and would smack his shoulder, mumble about how it was his turn. He always went, if not with minor grumbling.

Tonight, however, the cries she awoke to were accompanied by Natsu’s most soothing, “Shh, hey, ohh, it’s okay, it’s okay… we gotta be quiet so that Momma doesn’t wake up, alright? Papa’s here, it’s okay…”

It was sweet of him, but she was already awake. Stretching her arms over her head, Lucy let out a yawn and slowly slid her legs from under her comforter. She rubbed her eyes, straightened her nightgown, stuck her feet into her fluffy slippers. Padding from her room, she peeked into the one next door, where the door was cracked open and Natsu’s back was to her. He was rocking the baby back and forth slowly while humming, Luna’s thick, pink hair splayed over her father’s shoulder.

Luna was still sniffling, occasionally whining, so Lucy started forward until-

“Well, I guess I can’t hum or sing for the life a’ me. Sorry, kiddo. I mean, I never wished that I could before, but anything for you…”

Lucy couldn’t help but smile, and rested her head against the door frame.

Natsu looked down at the little girl, wiping a tear off of her round, rosy cheek. “You know, even if you’re all whiny sometimes, you’re the best thing in the world. You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen. You know that, Luna?”

The baby’s eyes drooped, and she relaxed against her dad. He went on, “When I met your mom, she was different than anyone I’ve ever met. She was nice to me. Me, that guy that everyone was always annoyed with! I mean, she was annoyed with me too sometimes, but still nice… So I asked her to be my partner, and she said yes!”

From his angle, she could just make out his smile. His eyes were brighter than she’d ever seen them. He kissed the baby’s head, and rubbed her back. Natsu’s head tilted in thought as he added, “And then she was selfish and weird sometimes, but she became all brave, strong, and patient. So I married her! You have her eyes, ya know. You’ll be just as nice as her. I know it. It made her powerful, see. Powerful enough to make me her friend and love her and stuff.”

Natsu absently carded a hand through Luna’s hair. “That’s what’s important, okay, Luna? You don’t need to be have powerful magic or big muscles or beautiful or anything. Being kind is the most powerful thing out there. You hear that? Nah, you’re already out… that’s a good girl… I’ll tell you again someday, kiddo, when you can remember…”

With a smile that felt as if it would last forever, Lucy finally crept into the room and hugged her husband from behind. She kissed his neck. “Thank you for getting the baby.”

He turned, so that he faced her, and put his baby-less arm around her with a soft grin. “Well, she’s my baby, ain’t she? Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Nah, I’m glad I did,” she sighed, eyes settling upon her sleeping child. “She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen, too.”


“Yeah. Tying with you, of course.”

“Well, look who’s being all mushy tonight,” Natsu teased, carefully laying the baby back down and brushing her bangs from her face. Afterwards, he turned back to Lucy and encircled her within his embrace. Natsu rested his forehead against hers. “What happened to ‘shut up, Natsu’ or ‘Why do I bother, Natsu?’”

Lucy slid her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I dunno. I must love you or something.”

“Yeah, somethin’.”

She laughed, and after a quick kiss (or three) she moved her hands down his arms, past his scars and strength, and squeezed his large hands in her own. “Back to bed?”

And he held her as they laid back down, consciousness already fading.

“Natsu?” she murmured without really thinking.


“I think you’re pretty nice, too.”

A breathy laugh. “Well, thanks. I’d hope so, considering how you married me and all…”

“I’ve always thought you were nice. And you’re an amazing dad.”

And now a pause. “Thank you, Lucy.”

Natsu was warm, humming lightly to her, her baby was in the next room, and for at least a single moment before Lucy fell back to sleep, everything was perfect.

anonymous asked:

Evil!Evie, trying to manipulate Mal (on the isle) into helping her steal something for her mother's birthday, and they actually hate each other at first, but Evie gets her to do it anyway, realizing Mal doesn't hate her as much as she likes to say. So, she uses that to get her to do more for her, then acting lie she doesn't care about Mal at all, giving the cold shoulder, silent treatment, dropping hangouts with Mal for random boys. Only to fall for Mal in the end. ???

Here you go lovely! Sorry it took me so long to get to this one. It took a little bit to get the inspiration, but I finally got an idea. I’m not following the prompt exactly, but I hope you still like it! This one is going to be a couple chapters, so keep any eye out for more!

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12207207

The dim lamp dangling from the ceiling on fraying wires cast a dingy light on the even dingier garage where Evie perched on a pile of grimy tarps. Her legs and hands were folded as she sat with a rigid spine and eyes flashing through the darkness. She waited with the poise and patience of a queen. The echo of heavy footsteps rang through the room as she saw a shadow approaching from the narrow hall. She sat straighter and settled her gaze, full of ice and venom, on the approaching figure.

“Hello Evie.” The lights illuminated the magenta hair, wicked sneer, and flashing green eyes of her visitor.

“Mal.” With ease Evie slid from her throne of garbage and strode out to Mal, her gaze never wavering.

Mal crossed her arms, her eyes boring into Evie. “What do you want?”

“I need you to do something for me.”

Mal snorted. “What makes you think I would?”

A devilish smile grew on Evie’s face. “Because I have something you want.”

Mal raised an eyebrow.

“If I’m not mistaken something rather important to you has gone missing recently. I’d hate for it to be lost forever.”

It took a moment for Evie’s words to register, but when they did Mal’s indifferent annoyance was replaced with a dark snarl. She lunged forward, prepared to tackle Evie to the ground. Evie merely held up a finger, unphased at Mal’s burst of anger.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Mal stopped mid step, her green eyes glowing with the rage she wanted so desperately to unleash on Evie. “If you don’t give me back my spellbook, I swear it’ll be the biggest regret you ever have.”

“Mmm,” Evie looked down at Mal with obvious amusement, “I think not.”

She stepped forward until their faces were mere inches apart. She could feel Mal’s heavy breaths against her face. “Try anything and I swear that you’ll never see that precious spellbook ever again. “She reached out and twirled a pieces of Mal’s hair around her finger. “Are you ready to cooperate little dragon?”

Mal slapped her hand away and Evie cackled, but didn’t back away. So many people on the Isle were afraid of Mal. She wasn’t.

“What do you want?”

Evie turned and returned to her seat on the pile of tarps. She looked down at Mal like a queen surveying her subjects. “Oh, nothing much, just Ursula’s necklace.”

“What?” Mal’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

“Unless you don’t think you can get it,” Evie flipped her hair over her shoulder, “but I thought of all people that big bad Mal, Daughter of Maleficent, could do the simple task of acquiring a little trinket like that.”

A growl escaped from Mal. Evie even thought she might have seen a bit of smoke leak from her nostrils. She never had been good at controlling her anger.

“Watch it,” Mal hissed.

“So you can get it?”

“Of course I can.”

“Good. I need it by tonight.”

“What do you even want it for?”

“Mother’s birthday. She’d adore such a lovely gift, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, sure.” Mal’s nose wrinkled in disgust and withholding a string of curses, she spun and marched back the way she came. Before she disappeared into the darkness of the passage she turned back, her eyes full of hatred. The pure loathing she saw in them made Evie sit a little taller. She loved it when people looked at her like that. Mal spun back around and marched away, but not before Evie caught the words, “greedy witch.” Then Mal was gone, and Evie was alone wearing a triumphant smile as she pulled Mal’s spellbook out from under the tarps.

“Easy as taking candy from a baby.”

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mindlessmarbles  asked:

Write a story about a budding romance, but write it in such a way that neither of the characters even remotely touch.

From across the bar, Beca saw her. The most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her ginger locks seemed to fall perfectly on her shoulders and her bright blue eyes shone brighter than the sun. Beca knew she had to do something, but the casual one night hookup wasn’t enough for her. She wanted something real. Beca grabbed a napkin and began writing.

“You have pretty eyes.” Beca wrote. She waited for the ginger to look the other way before putting the napkin down in front of her. The ginger noticed the napkin and picked it up in confusion. Upon reading it, she smiled, warming Beca’s heart.

“Thanks. I also have a name. -Chloe.” The ginger wrote and pushed the napkin to one side, waiting for her secret admirer.

Beca walked over, grabbed the napkin off the bar and read it.

“I’m Beca. You free Friday night?” She wrote.

She walked over and handed it to Chloe personally. Chloe read it and nodded her head, giving Beca a huge smile.

The Right Opportunity

Written for @thefitzsimmonsnetwork​‘s Fanfiction Friday Challenge - For Science (Week 2). 

Prompt - “How could this happen?


Jemma’s brow furrowed as she pulled off the back panel of Bashful in her attempt to identify the cause of the day’s unfortunate incident. Fitz usually handled the dwarfs by himself with Jemma hovering a few inches away to make any adjustments along the way. But today, Fitz stood back with his arms crossed as he watched his partner warily. He knew she wouldn’t find anything out of order, but he didn’t want her to figure that out too quickly, hoping he could continue with his charade until she grew tired and let it go.

Calling the incident unfortunate was a bit of an understatement, considering the entire faculty of the Science and Technology division was in attendance for the apprenticeship presentations. Once the students were told about the chance to work under the likes of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, Jemma focused much of her time discussing Fitz’s application and the project he would present to the judging panel, saying he wouldn’t want to miss out on an opportunity like this.

At this point in their studies, the dwarfs were pure prototypes, but with Jemma’s constant encouragement and countless late night brainstorming sessions, they were able to get them to a working condition suitable for an impressive demonstration. Jemma radiated confidence, believing the judges would be overly impressed by Fitz’s creation. But Fitz didn’t share these feelings. He knew his invention and overall intelligence were above average compared to others at the Academy, but he didn’t know exactly what the judges were looking for, and more importantly, he didn’t know how he would get on in a high tech lab all by himself without his best friend by his side.

On the day of his demonstration, Fitz walked to the stage and shakily introduced himself before quickly jumping into his presentation. All was well at first – the dwarfs demonstrated their ability to scan the vicinity for textures, matter density, and radiation, the footage projected on a large screen behind him. That was until Bashful decided to go about its own course and flew into the auditorium, nearly missing the judging table by a few inches before crashing to the ground many rows up. 

The silence that filled the space was deafening as Fitz hurried to retrieve the malfunctioning drone, muttering frantic apologies to the observers in the room. Fitz knew Jemma was somewhere in the dark auditorium quietly cheering him on – well, until his presentation came to a shocking halt – but he didn’t seek her out until they were free from onlookers, knowing she would likely be upset.

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Dance With Me? (Steve x Stark!Reader) Oneshot

A/N: Alrighty, this is for an anon who asked this on my personal blog and I had to, because Steve x Stark!Readers are my weakness. Enjoy, loves :) The song I listened to while writing is right here

I actually started this on my phone, but it came out terribly and it ended up having not much to do with the original prompt.

       DANCE WITH ME, a Steve x Stark Reader oneshot

     Honestly, in the past few years, you had come to terms with being the big oops. Your parents, Howard and Maria, were quite old when you were born, and had been in an accident when you were barely 2. Tony, being 18 yeas your senior, was charged with raising you. Which, obviously, was not the optimal choice regarding child care. 

   Currently, you were 26 and living in the Avengers tower, having been recruited by the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. himself as an engineer and part-time super hero. How you had landed a job saving the world was beyond you, but you had a feeling that it had something to do with your last name.

 “Stark.” A smooth-as-silk voice snapped from your thoughts and brought you back to reality. Both you and Tony looked up to see Steve Rogers leaning in the doorway of the lab. 

  “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific there, Spangles.” You quipped, diving back into your project (which, as an experienced engineer and mechanic of sorts, was an old arc reactor that was falling to complete shit and had only gotten worse since you had decided to fuck with it). Tony grinned as he went back to repairing mark 42 of the Iron Man suit. Little did you notice, Steve looked you up and down. His eyes followed the curves of your body that were perfectly outlined in a pair of black leggings and a baseball tee with a Led Zepplin album cover on the front. One thing he had always loved about you was your work effort. You pushed and worked until you achieved your goal.

  “I meant (Y/N).” Steve smiled at you. You pushed a hair from your face and left a streak of something (whatever the hell it was) on your forehead and looked up at him. 

  “Alrighty, what can I do ya for Cap?” You asked, grabbing a rag from the table. You called out to Jarvis to turn the music down, and before you could finish your request, Tony cut you off, promptly telling Jarvis not to listen to you. . “Prick..” you muttered. Steve laughed quietly and you felt a familiar heat creep up to your cheeks. Gently, you ushered Steve outside and looked up at him expectantly. You, just like Tony, had been cursed with the Stark height gene, or, lack thereof really. Steve started talking, but you didn’t quite hear him. You just looked him up and down, admiring his beautiful eyes and god-like physique. Of course, you would never say anything of the sort to his face, seeing as he was almost 80 yeas your senior and considering his love/hate relationship with your brother, it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to pursue anything. So, you ignored your amazingly huge crush on the Star Spangled Man with a Plan and were determined to keep it quiet for however long it was present.

 “(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” Steve waved his hand around in front of your eyes, seeing as you had completely spaced out. “(Y/N)!” you blinked a couple of times and looked back at him. 

 “Sorry Capcicle. What was that again?” you flashed a grin. Steve’s heart fluttered.

 “Well, I wanted to know if you could teach me how to dance, actually… I mean, because er– well, you know.. Tony has a party coming up.. And uh, there’s this girl I’ve seen around and I’d love to sweep her off of her feet with a dance.” Steve stammered, suddenly taking interest in his shoes. Your heart stopped for a minute, smile melting from your face. 

  “I don’t know if I can right now, Steve.. I have.. I have some things I need to do.” You faked a smile, feeling about ready to cry. As you turned back into the lab, Steve gently grabbed your arm.

  “Please, doll?” Steve’s eyes searched yours as you turned to face him, You melted, nodding quietly. 

 “Hey, dumbass.” You called into the lab. 

  “I only respond to ‘Your Majesty’.” Tony replied. Rolling your eyes, you shot back at him without missing a beat.

  “Okay. I have a thing that needs to get done King Schmuck. Catch you on the flip side.” Steve stifled laughter as you heard a bolt hit the glass behind you. “Better luck next time.”

Once the two of you were safely in the bar and common area, you looked up at the ceiling.
  “Jarvis, whats the last song I listened to?” you asked.
  “God is Dead by Black Sabbath.” The AI’s cool voice reverberated throughout the empty room. You looked at Steve, who’s expression was a mix of shock and confusion.

  “Okay.. Um.. Put on Half the World Away by Aurora. On repeat.” You replied, walking over to Steve and dragging him to the middle of the floor. As the music started, you felt your heart flutter. A light beat rang throughout the otherwise silent room. Placing Steve’s hand on your waist and settling yours just shy of his shoulder on his chest, you felt warm and fuzzy. Content. Whoever this bitch happened to be that Steve had suddenly taken interest in, you hated her. It was probably Sharon, and you would take extreme pleasure knocking her teeth down her throat right about now. “bitch…” you whispered to yourself.

 “What was that?” Steve asked, having sworn he heard you speak.

  “Nothing. Okay so you’re going to need to keep up with the beat.” You said. “For now, I’ll lead. All you need to do is follow the beat. I think it’s a three count..” Gently, you guided him through the steps. 

  One you had been there for at least 30 minutes, Steve stopped you.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it.” he muttered, taking the lead. You smiled sadly, hoping it wouldn’t end too soon. The two of you waltzed around in complete silence, a comfortable silence. He raised his arm for you to twirl under, and he couldn’t get his mind off of how absolutely graceful you were.

  “So.. Who’s this girl?” you asked, trying your best not to sound bitter. If Steve had noticed, he didn’t say anything.

 “Well,” he started. “She’s absolutely beautiful, in every way imaginable. She has these eye, oh god her eyes. They shine brighter than any star I’ve ever seen. She laughs at my stupid jokes, her laugh is so contagious. It sounds like birdsong.” Steve smiled, a blush forming on his cheeks. “I draw her a lot, when she’s not looking. Candid shots of her are great, because she doesn’t even have to try to look gorgeous… It just sort of happens. She’s brilliant too, a real genius. She could do anything, and she would for her loved ones.. She’s just amazing in so many ways, it’s unrea–”

 Having had just about enough, you shoved Steve away from you, to his surprise. You felt rage bubbling inside you. What a stupid fucking question to ask.

 “Why didn’t you ask her to fucking dance with you?”  You spat, turning around. Steve ran to you, wrapping his arms gently around your torso.

 “You know, for someone so smart, you can be incredibly dense sometimes.” He laughed quietly, his breath tickling your ear. Your eyes widened.

 “Wh-” Steve spun you around so you were facing each other.

  “What I’m saying is.. (Y/N) Stark, you are the most amazing, beautiful, brilliant woman I have ever met… I am yours, and I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.” His forehead was now on yours. Your heart was hammering uncontrollably in your chest, and you could feel his. Smiling, you stood on the very balls of your feet and smashed your lips against his. Your eyes fluttered closed and you snaked your arms around his neck, one hand tangled in his golden blond hair. His arms fell to your waist and tightened around you. The kiss quickly became hungrier, more desperate. He picked you up, placing you on the bar behind you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you felt a gravely chuckle work its way out. His tongue explored your mouth and as soon as you began to pull off your shirt, you heard the elevator door open. To your horror, Tony, Bruce, and Pepper fell silent at the sight before them. Slowly, you pulled your shirt back down over your torso, quickly concealing your bra. Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, turning away from you quickly and running his hand through his hair.

  “Were you just– Did that just–” Tony sputtered. Pepper and Bruce stifled laughter and you could swear you saw the ghost of a grin on Steve’s face. “The 90 year old virgin was just feeling my sister up! Rogers, what the hell!?” Tony’s face was now red, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Pepper grabbed Tony’s arm, forcefully dragging him away.

 “I’m 95, not dead..” Steve muttered, chucking a bit. 

 “I can tell.” You smirked, hopping off of the bar. “My room, 5 minutes. Don’t be late Captain.” You turned around to see that Steve had turned a bright shade of red and pulled at his clothes nervously. You winked and made your way to your room. 

 And that was the beginning of your relationship with the famed Captain America.

First Memories

A/N: I am really sorry, I had to delete the original blog because it kept stuffing up. Anyway, so here are the links to all the imagines this 2-parter is based off (x) (x) (x) (x) (x). This fanfiction is Fili/OC but it can be read as reader as I left the descriptions vague enough for whatever takes your fancy ;P

The case of a Dwarrowfinding his One can occur at any point of his two-hundred and fifty year life (Mahal’s blessing provided it is long, as such). Yet perhaps the rarest of these circumstances are of Dwarrow finding each other in childhood, as children seldom know their own thoughts let alone their own hearts. Children who are each other’s Ones can find that they are inseparable and often mistake that their feelings are of a fraternal nature until they are old enough. However, it is most amusing for said Dwarrow’s parents to watch the events unfold.

Things for Thorin Oakenshield had simply gone to the orc’s bollocks that week. A second mine-shaft collapse within the year, and it was only early. The unseasonal rains in the Upper Ered Luin shafts had only shown that rock was more porous that Dwarves cared to acknowledge, and had seeped through many of the minute crevices, rotting the supporting wood-shafts at an alarming rate.

But no, the loss of forty or-so miners was not the main worry, it was the loss of two in particular. Two over-seers, not that their rank had anything to do with it, it was the fact that they-

“Uncle… Uncle…” It was only then Fìli had decided to remind him that he was in the middle of telling a story.

“Yes, of course. Your mother was rather upset with your uncle Frerìn and myself, after all it was her favourite doll. Your grandmother had our ears for that and- Mìra, lass, is that you?” Thorin felt his nephew squirm in his arms, craning his neck to look at the small lass. It was Mìra’s parents who had been among the missing or dead. Dwarves were hardy folk, under normal circumstances they could survive such a collapse, but the shaft was blocked at all ends, not even the emergency route proved fruitful, and with not even a note coming from that accursed silver mine, they had to assume they were all dead.

“I heard a story… can I listen?” This was what made his week a living hell, the fact that he was housing this child, having to live with the guilt as she slowly began to wonder why her parents had been gone for so long. He couldn’t blame her, if she couldn’t bring herself to even look at him again. He should’ve been able to prevent their deaths, he should’ve foreseen this. “If you don’t mind your maj… majesh-“

“Thorin is fine Mìra, come here.” Thorin opened up an arm as she walked closer to the fire, nestling herself beside Fìli. For the next hour he continued in this manner, recalling stories from his childhood, doing his best to elicit laughs from the pair, if his memory served him right, she was only a month or so younger than his nephew.

Dìs and Vìli had yet to arrive home, they had been collecting Mìra’s belongings and anything they found suitable from her parents. Dìs and Vìli lived beside Mìra, they agreed that with no other living relative, it would be safe for the lass to live with them until she was old enough to live on her own, perhaps find a craft she loved.

The pair had long-tired of his stories and left him to leave them beside the fire to play, and continue back to the armchair in order to continue more paperwork. No doubt the miner’s families would want his beard for this, no matter how much he tried to appease the situation, possibly the reason why his hair was turning prematurely grey. It was almost unnerving for Thorin to watch the pair play, it felt as if he were intruding upon something private. Their games were silent, the children (they were barely out of being toddlers) merely enjoyed the other’s company, communicating through smiles and nods.

“Your maj- Thorìn?” Mìra had tugged at his trouser leg, looking up at him with her beautiful doe-eyes. They were her father’s eyes, if he remembered correctly, though Fìth’s eyes seemed to be lined with more worries and cares than his daughter’s. “Ma and da don’t want me no more, don’t they?”

“Lass, what could make you say that?” He cursed himself, he should’ve realised children were more perceptive than he cared to think.

“They left me here.” His heart broke to hear how certain she sounded.

“No they haven’t they… the mine collapsed. They’ve gone to the halls of your forebearers…” There was no sugar coating it, she deserved to know the truth. “I’m… I am so sorry…” Thorin held the lass close as she began to cry. It wasn’t loud, heaving sobs but they were quiet, almost as if she was ashamed to be crying. “Mìra?”

“ ’s’not your fault.” She managed to get out, her breath haggard as warm tears began to seep through his shirt. Fìli appeared to have disappeared, and if the quiet talking on the other side of the door was anything to go by, his sister and her husband were home.

“Thorin, where in Mahal’s name is my son?” Yes, he was going to have to explain that, wasn’t he? The fact that there was a very distressed child in his arms, his nephew had decided to vanish and why the table hadn’t been set. Trust him to ruin everything and start a shouting match all before dinner.

“Dìs I-“ His sister softened, placing the box of clothing down next to the door.

“She knows.” Vìli guessed, pushing his golden mane away from his face. “Did she ask?”

“Thought she’d been abandoned. I- I failed her.”

“No you didn’t, it’s not your fault.” Thorin let out a short laugh.

“You know, that was exactly what she said to me- is that?” Thorin moved closer towards the doorway of the main sitting room, gazing where he’d left Mìra beside the fireplace. His small nephew had toddled up to her, trailing behind him a blanket filled with all his stuffed animals.

Fìli knelt down beside her, swinging the blanket around her as best as he could, Mìra looked up, her small brows knitted together in confusion. What happened next elicited a laugh from Vìli and a sharp inhale from Dìs. Fìli placed a small kiss on her forehead then another on her lips, wiping away her tears with his pudgy hand.

“Don’t cry, ama… amâlimê. I love you and it makes me sad…” Fìli said those words with such tenderness and sincerity that in that moment Thorin considered possibly having his three and a half-year old nephew teach him how to court dwarrowdams.  Fìli had always been a quiet child, Dìs had always been loud and extroverted, it seemed she skipped the trademark Durìn trait of being dwarrow of few words.

Whatever Fìli said, it seemed to have worked; Mìra stopped crying and gave a shy smile. Fìli smiled at her as if she were more precious than all the mithril in the world, taking her hand in his, he promptly handed over several animals and began to coax her into playing, smiling even brighter if such a thing were possible, when she began to smile again.

“I told you my son wouldn’t mind her moving in.” Vìli gave Dìs the biggest shit-eating grin he had ever seen on a dwarf.


Description: This one is reader x Peter Pan from ouat.  Peter and you start to play a game and Peter becomes confused and distressed once he realizes you’re winning.

Okay, so I went a little crazy on this one, but I loved the idea so I couldn’t help myself.

Word Count: 2706 (I have a problem called “I don’t know when to stop writing”)

“Let’s play a game,” Pan says, a devilish grin plastered on his face.

“I’m tired of your games, Pan.  I just want to leave Neverland,” you mumble, aggravation lacing your voice.

“How about this? If you win my little game, I’ll grant you safe passage of this island,” at this, your ears began to perk up, “But, if I win, you’re stuck here.”

There is nothing for you to lose.  If you don’t play you’d just be stuck here anyway, and the thought of escaping this hell hole puts a smile on your face.

“What are the rules?” you ask.

“It’s simple, y/n,” Pan begins, starting the pace, “The first to fall in love with the other loses.”

You have to keep yourself from laughing out loud.  This would be easy.  You despise Pan with everything in you; you could never fall for him.

“You’re on,” you reply, smirking.

You comb through your h/c hair, and tie half up, leaving the rest to cascade down your shoulders.  You wear the dress you had arrived to Neverland in, a pastel yellow sundress, that fell halfway to your knees.  You look down at yourself.

“Good luck, Pan,” you whisper, grinning mischievously.

“Don’t think I’ll need it, love.” You turn around and there stood Peter, leaning against the entrance to your tent.  “It’s going to take a whole lot more than a pretty dress to woo me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a whole lot in mind,” you say, mimicking his smirk.

“As do I,” he replies, stepping towards you.  You flash him a beautiful smile and walk to him.

“Really?” you ask, pressing your body against his, and wrapping your arms around his neck.  But he’s prepared.  He smiles and curls his arms around the small of your back, pulling you closer still.  He presses his cheek against yours and whispers softly in your ear.

“Nice try, love, but sadly, I’m not that easy to win over.”

“We’ll see,” you say, kissing him gently on the cheek and strolling out of your tent, leaving him smirking to himself.

Peter’s P.O.V.

Y/n is good, I have to admit it.  I had to restrain myself, as she stared sweetly at me with her e/c eyes, but she definitely hadn’t won me over, and I don’t plan on her doing so.  I could feel her heart racing when her chest was pressed against mine, and I knew she felt the same as me.  

Plans keep running through my head to win her over, but nothing sticks out to me.  Of course, my charm is enough to make any girl swoon, but y/n was different.  She doesn’t give a rat’s ass whether I fancy her or not; she remains solely fixed on what she wants, letting nothing stand in her way.  I admire that about her.

Y/n’s P.O.V.

“You’re insane,” you whisper to yourself.  All you wanted was to leave Neverland, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him.  You didn’t love him, at least not yet, but he still lingered in your mind.  You kept thinking of his cheek gently brushing against yours and his warm hands pressed against your back.  

“Stop it,” you scold yourself, your mind wandering back to him.  “You of all people cannot fall for Peter Pan.”

It’s been two weeks since your little game had begun.  You felt you had complete control over him, and you could tell he was falling for you.  Slowly, but surely.

Peter approaches you, a devilish smirk across his face.

“Ah, y/n.  How are you today, love?” He said, sitting next to you on a log.

“Oh, I’m just fine.  How about you, Peter?” You catch him off guard.  No one uses his first name.

“I’m swell,” he says, and he stands up, extending his hand towards you.  “Follow me, we’re going somewhere.”  You pretend to reach for his hand, but at the last second you dodge it and stand up on your own.  He rolls his eyes and you laugh out loud.

You both wander through the forest for what seems like hours, until Pan comes to a sudden stop.  “Now, I’ve never showed anyone else this spot, but I thought you might like it.”  You furrow your brows in confusion, when all of a sudden, Peter pulls away a curtain of vines, revealing a beautiful pool of water.  A waterfall cascades down a pile of mossy rocks and splashes in the crystal clear water.  Sun rays sparkle on the surface and lush green vines wind their way up the waterfalls edge.

“It’s beautiful,” you gasp.  Peter walks through the vines and beckons for you to follow.  He sits down next to the water and takes off his shoes, dipping his feet in the water.  You sit down next to him and do the same.  Your toes tingle as you cautiously dip your feet in the cool water.  You let out a small sigh and close your eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest, almost forgetting Peter was next to you.

“I knew you’d like it,” he says, interrupting your peace. “I come here sometimes to think, or when I’m mad.  Something about it just fills me with peace, and I can’t help but visit every so often.”

“Why haven’t you shown it to anyone?” you ask, peering at him.

“I just wanted to be my spot, but I guess now it’s our spot.”

Out of nowhere, Peter pulls his shirt over his head and dives, head first, into the pond.  He splashes around for a bit and then turns to look at you.  From where you sit, the pool looks shallow, but the water comes almost to his neck.  

“Aren’t you going to get in?” He asks.

“No!” You say quickly, “I don’t want to ruin my clothes.”

“Oh, come on, love,” he pleads, “Don’t be a wimp.”

You roll your eyes and slowly slide into the water.  At first, you start to shiver, but your skin slowly starts to get used to the cool liquid.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he says, teasing you.  You roll your eyes again and splash water in his direction.  He smiles and does the same to you.  Within a few minutes, you’re both soaking wet and laughing, covered from head to toe in the cold water.  You turn around and head for the edge of the pool, wringing out your hair as you walk.  Out of nowhere, Peter grabs you from behind and pulls you beneath the surface.  After a few seconds of struggling, both of you pop back above the water, Peter laughing at your futile efforts to free yourself.

“That was unnecessary,” you say, Peter finally letting you go.

“Yes, but it was rather entertaining,” he says.

You make your way to the pools edge and climb out, wringing out your hair yet again.  You look down at your clothes.  Your shirt clings tightly to your skin.  

Peter climbs out after you, and gently tousles his hair.  He slips his shirt back on a walked towards you.

“You’ve got something in your hair,” he says, gently pulling a leaf from your damp locks.  He tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles down at you.  You can’t help but smile back until you realize he’s just trying to get to you.  You won’t be that easy to beat.  You smirk at him and walk out of the grotto, leaving him standing alone.  

Peter’s P.O.V.

Dammit.  I’m losing and I know it.  She knows it too.  It feels strange, to be beaten at my own game.  But, she hasn’t entirely won yet; I still have a chance to win.

I realize I didn’t think this through very well.  I assumed I’d win, and she would be stuck here, but if she won, she would leave Neverland, and I’d be alone, still in love.

I know she felt attracted towards me too, but she had more control over her emotions.  She was able to keep herself focused on what she really wanted; whereas, now all I wanted was her.  I cursed myself over and over, telling myself she was just a girl, but there was something about her deep, e/c eyes.  Every time she looked at me I felt like she could see every part of me.  My fears, my dreams, my everything.

She sits alone by the fire and I can’t take my eyes off of her.  She doesn’t try to doll herself up, like she did before.  She has pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, strands of hair falling around her face.  She changed out of her wet clothes, and put on a light blue tank and black pants.  She looks effortlessly angelic, I think, but quickly push the thought out of my head.  I’m Peter Pan.  No one beats me at my own games, and this girl was no different.  I stand up and casually stroll over to where she sits.  She stares at the bright fire, as the light illuminates her face.

“Hello, love,” I say, coolly.  She doesn’t respond; she simply continues to look at the leaping flames.  “Y/n?” I ask, walking a little closer.

She looks up in surprise and I can tell I’ve interrupted a deep thought.  

“Sorry,” she mutters, “I didn’t see you.”

I can tell something is wrong right away.  The normal y/n would have come up with some witty comeback or flashed me one of her gorgeous smiles; she wouldn’t have apologized quietly.

“Everything alright?” I inquire, sitting next to her.

“Yeah,” she says, looking away from me, “I guess I’m just tired.”  She pauses for a while, until she speaks up again, quietly.  “And done with this.  I’m done playing your games, Peter.  Either get me off this island or don’t.”  She looks at me, both anger and frustration in her eyes.  “I’m done.  I don’t want to do this anymore.  Do whatever you want.”  She turns her head, and I can tell it’s to hide the tears, no doubtedly streaming from her beautiful, e/c eyes.

“Okay,” I whisper, sadness washing over me.  “It’s over.  You leave tomorrow morning.”  I stand up before she can respond, and make my way to my treehouse.  She would have won anyway, and I know she would never be happy in Neverland.  Just as I’m about to walk through my door, y/n comes running up to me, grabbing my arm and twisting me around to face her.

“Thank you.”  She says, her eyes brighter than I had ever seen before.  She kisses me on the cheek and squeezes my hand.  I offer her a weak smile, and she runs toward her tent, nearly skipping.  I knew she would be relieved, but I thought she had felt something towards me.  Her reaction told me just the opposite.

I enter my tree house and collapse on my bed.  Tomorrow, she’d be gone.  Out of my life forever.  The thought made my heart ache.  Why are you letting her do this to you, I scream internally.  Peter Pan never fails.  My life had started to revolve around her.  She is the reason I get up in the morning.  She is the reason my heart both hurts and beats ever stronger.  She is the girl who I love. She is the girl who I love.  She won.  The game is over, but still, I fell for her, and she didn’t fall for me.  And tomorrow would be the last time I would see her.  

Y/n’s P.O.V.

In just a few hours, the sun would rise and you could escape this island.  It is all you wanted since the moment you stepped foot on this God-forsaken place, but something inside you feels like you belong.  You tell yourself over and over that Neverland could never be your home, but you feel like you’re lying to yourself. The sad look on Peter’s face from the night before flashes through your mind again and again.  Why do you feel like this? You ask yourself.  

The boy who had treated you awfully since the moment you arrived somehow still intrigued you.  Your mind keeps flashing back to that day by the waterfall and the way he had instantly granted you safe passage off the island, something he had never done for anyone else.  Does he love you?  More importantly, do you love him?  You quickly push the thought out of your head, trying to focus on the thought of getting away.  You force a smile on your face, but it all feels wrong.  You tell yourself that you were returning to your home in London, when you really feel like you’re leaving your home in Neverland.

You see the sun peaking over the horizon through the thin material of your tent and you hear light footsteps approaching.  Felix pulls the curtain to your tent open and beckons for you to follow him.  You feel a shaky breath enter your lungs and you gather the few belongings you had when you arrived in Neverland.  

You stand on Neverland’s warm beach as you wait for the shadow to appear, so it can carry you home.  You walk to the edge of the water and dip your toes into the cool waves.  It is all so peaceful.  The birds sing so beautifully, and the water moves like the gentle beat of a lullaby.  Everything you had once hated about Neverland, you now loved.  The forests, the creatures, the sky, the moon, and the boy who never grew up.  Your eyes scan the beautiful island around you and you can’t stop the tears.  They come all at once and your body begins to shake helplessly, as you collapse to the ground.

Why are you crying?! You ask yourself over and over, but the tears won’t stop. The water brushes your feet softly, and the gentle, even waves force a peacefulness over your crying self.  Eventually, you are able to calm yourself and steady your breathing.  You sit up and wipe your wet cheeks.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one.”  You whip your head around and see Peter standing a few feet behind you.  You expected a smirk on his face, but instead he only smiles sadly, gazing at you with those beautiful, green eyes.  There is a look of sadness and defeat laced into his once pride-filled eyes.  You stand up and wipe off the sand that clings to your skin and clothes.

“Hello, Peter,” you say, trying to act unfazed.  You are unsure why you do this, considering he just walked in on your crying fit, but you do anyway.  Thoughts run through your head of what you should say to him.  Should I tell him I want to stay?  Should I tell him I want to leave?  You ask yourself these questions over and over.

Before you can think to say anything else, Peter runs to you and pulls you close to him, slamming his lips against yours.  He wraps one arm tightly around your waist and gently cups your cheek with his other hand.  I hate Peter Pan, you tell yourself over and over again, but it doesn’t help.  You want it just as much as he does.  You curl your hands around the back of his neck and kiss him back, never wanting him to let you go.  

“I love you, Peter Pan,” you mutter, hating and loving the words as they stumble out of your mouth.  He doesn’t respond, he only hugs you closer to him as you bury your head in his chest.  Suddenly, he let’s you go.  You look up at him confused, but before you can say anything you feel your feet start to leave the ground.  Your head whips around and you see the shadow, carrying you slowly away from Neverland and the boy standing on it’s beach.

“No,” you say, trying to pry yourself from the shadow’s grip, “take me back.”  But his hold is too strong.

Peter stands on the ground, as a tear starts to roll down his cheek.

“I love you too, y/n.”  But you’re too far away to hear.

anonymous asked:

For a prompt: Nanami is still alive, somehow, and catches up with the ship the 77th Class is on to find out what's going on from Hinata himself?

A/N Finally, the ending that Nanami deserved

Chiaki Nanami’s IF read part 1 2 3 4 5

Complete Class Picture - finale of Nanami’s IF where the rest of the class reunites with her

There before them was a ghost… until Hinata gave the ghost a gentle push and confirmed for them that this was no ghost. This person was real and alive.

Chiaki Nanami was alive.

“Nanami? Nanami?! Nanami!!” The whole class rushed towards her with tears in their eyes and hope bursting from their hearts.

Nanami gave them her brightest smile yet as she shouted, “I’m back, everyone!”

And everyone rushed forward to welcome her back.

“Is it really you, Nanami?” Owari cried as she held her tightly in an embrace. “You’re soft! You’re real! You’re alive! Guys, it really is Nanami!” She shouted in joy as she cried harder.

“Yes, it is me.” She answered as she gently stroked Owari’s hair. “It’s good to see you too, Owari.”

“Hold back a little or you’ll crush her.” Nidai reprimanded lightly but his voice broke at the end, he too was crying. “We can’t let anything happen to you now that you’re back again.”

“It’s okay. I can handle this much.” She giggled as she relished in the feeling of affectionate physical contact. “Thanks for worrying over me though. You’re the same as ever, Nidai.”

“Welcome back, Nanami!” Sonia cried as she too wrapped her into a tight embrace. “Oh, how we missed you! We missed you so so much!”

“Same.” She said as she returned her embrace. “I missed you too, Sonia.”

“Hell yeah! Nanami’s back!” Souda shouted with a grin despite his tear-stained face. “For reals though, it’s good to have you back!”

“It’s good to be back.” She smiled wider. “It’s good to see you’re still so energetic, Souda.”

“It would seem that the gods have finally accepted my rituals and sacrifices.” Gundam chuckled as he then proudly showcased his army who were also crying. “Welcome back to the world of the living! You have been blessed by the dark lords!”

“Yes, I guess I really am blessed.” She agreed with him. “I’m sure that your rituals have convinced the gods to bring me back, Tanaka.”

“This is truly something worth celebrating!” Teruteru didn’t even make a green comment because of how emotional he was too. “Quick, tell me all your favorite dishes! I’ll cook you all of the food you want to eat right now!”

“I’m not a picky eater. Oh, but if you insist then…” She pondered as she tried to recall a particular dish in mind. Anything tasted better when shared with everyone so maybe something they ate together in the past. “I really missed your meat and potatoes stew, Hanamura. If you would, I’d like to have that please.”

“We didn’t think we’d get to see you again! Ever! Waaaaah!” Hiyoko sniffled and just cried harder as she hugged Nanami as well. “Don’t ever leave us again, okay? Never ever you hear me? Promise me!”

“I don’t plan on leaving you either. Never ever.” She said in all sincerity. “I promise, Saionji.”

“UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT A B START” Ibuki shouted almost  mechanically and with all of her energy and then burst into tears. “That is Ibuki’s way of saying she missed Nanamemes in gaming language!”

“Ah! A Konami code! That’s so cool and sweet of you!” She replied with just as much enthusiasm. “L R R L UP DOWN LEFT RIGHT A B START! I missed you too, Ibuki.”

“N-Nanami! I’m s-so sorry for everything! SORRRRYYYYY!!” Mikan wailed as she threw herself in. “B-But I’m also s-super happy that you’re back! Thank goodness you’re back! I’ll do my b-best to make up for w-what I did! P-Please don’t ever leave us again! We love you so m-much!”

“It’s alright. I forgive you. I was never even mad at you.” She said as she tenderly patted her on the head. “Be more gentle on yourself, Mikan. And I’m super happy to be here with you too.”

“I know we didn’t get to know each other much but…” Mitarai started and smiled weakly. “I’m happy too that you’re back. You’re so strong to have come back.”

“Ah, hello there. Mitarai, right?” She said with her head tilted. “I finally got to meet you! Let’s get to know each other more from here on out!”

“Guys, give her some space to breath! She could barely move in there!” Kuzuryuu yelled over them, his face was suspiciously angled in such a way that his working eye was hidden. “Well, I can’t blame them since we’re still not over you, ya know?”

“I don’t mind. This is actually… nice.” She admitted with a soft smile. “But thanks for worrying over me. I missed you too, Kuzuryuu.”

“You have always remained in our hearts.” Pekoyama seconded with a small smile. “We’re grateful that you have returned and are now able to remain in our lives as well.”

“Thank you for keeping my memory alive all this time.” She replied in a tender tone. “I’m happy too that now I get live and make more memories with everyone.”

“The class just wasn’t the same without you, class rep.” Twogami commented as he discreetly wiped off his tears. “The leader role suits you more than it did me. It’s good to have you back with us again.”

“You’re giving me too much credit. You did fine even without me.” She said with her face flushed in embarrassment. “But if you would like then I’m okay with keeping the class rep position.”

“We can finally have complete class pictures again.” Koizumi said as she took another photo despite the tears in her eyes. “I’m going to take lots of your photos to make up for lost time!”

“Yes, I look forward to those photos!” She seconded with a shout. “Give me a copy,  Koizumi. I love seeing the smiles on everyone’s faces.”

“This must be it! A hope brighter than anything I have ever seen! You, Nanami who is our class’ hope have returned to us in spite of all the despair we’ve been through and created an even greater hope!”  Komaeda proclaimed with his widest and most heartfelt grin yet. “Look at how bright your hope is and how it’s shining over the whole class! You and your hope has united everyone’s hopes yet again! This must be the ultimate hope! How truly blessed we are!”

“You look like you’re the happiest you’ve ever been.” She said with a chuckle.  "Thank you for believing and holding on to hope, Komaeda.“

And not too far away, Hinata was smiling at her. “Welcome back, Nanami.”

“Thank you for bringing me back, Hinata.” She said with a tender smile and then more tears flowed. “Thank you, everyone. For having me back.”

And as they celebrated her return, she knew that this was just the beginning of their future. The future they all worked hard together to achieve. A future in which hope and despair are mixed together. A future wherein they are complete and together. A future that they could shape as their own however they want to.

“I lived, fought, and risked my life for this.” And although she was crying with them, she was also smiling with them. The hope they had with them all along was shining brighter than ever. A hope that was born from their bonds. And with that hope, they were able to overcome despair. “This is the miracle that we all won together.”

“An ending like this… isn’t so bad.” Hinata remarked softly.

“You’ve got that wrong.” Nanami objected with a small smile. “This isn’t an ending. This is just the beginning. The beginning of our bright and shining future!”

A bright and shining future lay ahead of them. It’s true. It’s absolutely true. She knew it was true every time she saw her friends’ faces full of hope. She knew it was true since she’s here and with the people she loves. She knew it was true because she believed it to be true. That’s what she believed in. And hoped for.

And though the future may be uncertain, she’s sure that if they just give it a try, everything will turn out okay. And with everyone doing their best, she knows that tomorrow will be even better.

“There’s no need for you to worry… The only thing beyond this point is a shining future!”

Story of the Year: Part One

Yup, my first Miraculous fanfic. Which has somehow morphed into a multichapter fic.  Ridiculously fluffy so far.  A post-reveal, Adrienette story with hints of Ladynoir.  Here is part one.  I am sorry.

Alya is vibrating with excitement when Marinette meets her at the school gates.

“Girl!  Where you been?  Why’ve you not been answering my calls?”

Back pressed against a chimney, Chat’s warmth and scent filling her world, fingers in his hair, his claws just pricking the small of her back as he gasps.  The brick scrapes pleasantly against her shoulder blades, reminding her that it’s real and happening.

“Never mind!  Have you heard?”

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Day 2: Field Trip

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(Not related to previous drabble)


Anything for my Chaton

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“You can’t go? What do you mean you can’t go? You aren’t sick are you?” Marinette overheard Nino complain from behind her. She averted her attention from Alya’s remarks about her latest Ladyblog update to the conversation shared by the two boys behind her.

“No, not technically sick, but I have had a chronic case of ‘way too overprotective father’.”Adrien sighed. 

Marinette frowned. She knew what the conversation was about. Their class just turned in their permission forms for a field trip, but she did notice in class that Adrien never stood up to turn his in. Which is usual for his case; his home life is - from what Marinette has gathered - very complicated. Mother gone, father pretty neglecting but still super strict, and scheduled to the second, his life is far different from hers. It makes her sad to know such a great guy is kept from enjoying such simple things she takes for granted.

“I’m so sorry, dude. If there is anything I can do let me know, okay?” Nino said bumping his shoulder lightly. What Marinette did next seemed to surprise Adrien more than herself.

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