Jack and Bitty’s daughter isn’t into hockey. She doesn’t like baking too much, and isn’t really fond of many sports. She doesn’t take to art like Auntie Lardo and though shes never forgotten a word Uncle Crappy’s told her she can’t really say she wants to be an activist. Not a poet like Uncle Nursey or a computer engineer like Uncle Dex
No, their daughter fell in love with history. Jack completely let it slide that his child was not a fan of hockey (not that she can’t spout immediate hockey stats and size people up on the spot, that’s just not happening in her house hold) because one, that’s his kid and he would never put his legacy on her shoulders because he knows what that feels like, but also two, he fucking loved History and the fact that his baby hit the ground running with it possibly has him in tears when she says she wants to know more
Bitty is constantly touched by the fact that two of his favourite people in the entire world will sit together for hours, enraptured by a documentary on World War II or the Indus Valley Civilization (their daughter is fascinated by ancient history while young and modern history as she gets older), curled up together and then be able to discuss it afterwards. He makes them pie for the after documentary discussion because it always ends up being a long one, and he kneads dough with his baby girl sitting on the counter telling him about ancient writings as Jack corrects and quizzes her
A: I’m being forced to rest until my bronchitis is gone, so I can’t sew B: My creativity is suffering so, therefore, I’m making crack posts C: I have a warped sense of humor
This one’s gonna be an in-between because “Animan” is where Adrien’s game truly shines! Unfortunately, he uses it to coach Nino into trying to get a date with Marinette. Go with what you know, I guess.
Alternatively titled: Adrien
Flirts With Marinette Through His Bestie
Can we all just agree that
Adrien giving Nino advice on how to score with Marinette is the cutest thing
Nino literally tells Adrien this crush came out of nowhere.
Adrien’s all “yeah dude, IKR?!”
If I were you, I wouldn’t
look so smug, Junior.
Phase 1 of Operation: “Clueless Dorks” uh I mean “Give Nino the Confidence to Ask Alya Out Instea–” er…you know what? We’ll just call it Phase 1.
Because everyone should love themselves, and they shouldn’t strive for perfection.
Harry Styles, after a brief pause when asked why the boobs on his mermaid tattoo were saggy. He could’ve been glib. He could’ve laughed. He could’ve just said, “I don’t know.” But he paused. And he thought. And he said this. And this is why he is so, so special.
Dean can’t fight the smile that’s
creeping onto his face. He’s staring, and
he knows it’s a little weird—even if you are his girlfriend. But something about the way you look, so
focused on your book, your whole body enraptured, perched so precariously in
the overstuffed armchair on the other side of the table. Something about you makes him weak. So he allows the smile, and the blatant
You haven’t noticed yet, and Dean
is grateful that your book is so intriguing, because it gives him time to study
you, to make a list of everything he loves about you as he tries not the fall
asleep at the uncomfortable library table.
genre: smut; slumlord/pimp! au + established relationship
mentions and depictions of murder, blood, drugs, prostitution, slurs, very rough sex and all else that comes along with being a pimp/slumlord. please don’t read if this or anything along these lines bothers you, thank you.
a/n: there are several warnings with this fic, it is drastically different than my usual writings and therefore i feel as if i should warn readers before hand so please make sure to read them before reading the fic.
Bucky Barnes couldn’t believe it, he was officially married. After years, many, many years of waiting he finally got the happy ending he wanted; a family, a home, stability. Not only that but he got to experience it with the most beautiful human in the galaxy, (Y/N). Truthfully, had it been anyone else Bucky wouldn’t be we’re he was right now, holding his spouse’s hand as they chatted merrily with their table and graciously ate food. But (Y/N) had enraptured him the moment he set eyes on them, from those dazzling eyes to that shy smile and with their more than beautiful personality. He would have been crazy not to fall in love, he’d have been crazy not to get down on one knee and ask for their hand in marriage but he had and he could never, ever regret it-
“Buck,” (Y/N) smiles at him, nudging his side gently. That snapped Bucky out of his momentary reverie as he jolted forward in his seat, looking at (Y/N) earnestly.
“Yeah? Hmm?” (Y/N) smiles at him as they take his hand, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.
"First dance, remember?“ Bucky looks at them, looks at their lips and their gorgeous smile, he looks at them as though he’s looking at them for the first time. He notices the way their eyes shine under the beautiful lights, or the way their teeth nearly glitter against their lips, or the way their nose scrunched up as they smiled beautifully, he notices the way their hair is styled, so beautiful and meticulous, and then he notices their hands, one of them with a plain silver band across it, showing the world that (Y/N) was Bucky’s just as much as Bucky was (Y/N)’s.
"Yeah,” Bucky breathes out softly, unable to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous face. “Yeah our first dance,” (Y/N) smiles at him as they run their thumb along his knuckle, and even though Bucky was unable to feel it he could only guess how amazing it felt against the cold metal plates. A soft tune fills the air and that’s when it hits him, the song, the old lively tune, a song he once used to know all the words to. "Glenn miller?“ Bucky questions, his eyes glued to the blush that dusted (Y/N)’s cheeks.
"Yeah, Steve said you used to love him,” Bucky chuckles as he squeezes (Y/N)’s hand gently, pressing a kiss of his own to their knuckles
. “I still do sweetcheeks,” Bucky stands, bringing his beautiful spouse with him. “Live band and everything?”
"Recordings don’t do it justice,“ Bucky smiles as they make their way to the dance floor, the band all playing their tune and glancing up from their work to eye the newlyweds every now and then. With a gentle smile Bucky pulls (Y/N) close, his hands settled on their waist comfortably.
"I haven’t danced in years,” (Y/N) smiles at him as they snake their arms around his neck, running their fingers through the strands at the nape of his neck.
“Neither have I,” (Y/N) smiles as the two glide around almost effortlessly, as though they had already done this a million times.
“70 years (Y/N), how long has it been for you?” (Y/N) laughs as they rest their forehead against Bucky’s, their noses barely touching.
"Not that long old man,“ Bucky chuckles as he holds (Y/N) a little closer, wanting every part of their body to be touching his.
"Says the kid who married me,"
"says the man who asked,”
“hmm, touché,” (Y/N) smirks as they close their eyes, swaying with Bucky smoothly across the floor, making their way about the dance floor slowly but surely.
“Isn’t this supposed to be all serious and sentimental?” (Y/N) asks after a bit of silence. Bucky laughs as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s causing the latter to giggle softly.
"This is perfectly sentimental thank you very much. Would you rather I stare at you intently and say nothing?“
"God no,” (Y/N) laughs, “that’d be creepy,"
"my point proved,” Bucky whispers as the song slowly draws to a quiet murmur, slowly but surely starting to come to and end. Bucky smiles gently as he closes the distance between (Y/N) and himself, sealing their lips together gently, much to the delight of their wedding guests. Everyone claps and cheers, making the two newlywed a giggle with delight. "See, perfectly sentimental,“ Bucky whispers as the two go back and take their seats, smiling at each other breathlessly, with eyes full
Of such love and adoration. (Y/N) hums as they nod, their eyes practically glued to Bucky.
"Yeah, perfectly sentimental,"
The rest of the wedding was spent drinking and eating and chatting amongst friends and family. At one point every single avenger had gotten up and danced to some god awful contemporary song ( (Y/N) included) and danced their merry little hearts out while Bucky sat back and watched his friends and his spouse dance together.
God- (Y/N) was so beautiful. It didn’t matter how many times he saw them, every time he laid eyes on them his heart swelled with so much joy and happiness. How could someone like (Y/N) have ever picked him? He was a mess, he had much more emotional baggage than was healthy, he was broken and damaged, for fucks sake sometimes he couldn’t even shower without proper help but (Y/N) came along and accepted him despite his flaws- in fact they embraced them, they made Bucky feel like a normal person for the first time in years. They knew all about his past and problems, they knew what he had done and yet here they were, dancing at their wedding.
“Hey Soldier,” (Y/N) smiles at him breathlessly, little beads of sweat decorating their forehead. “You gonna come dance with me or what?”
“Not like that I’m not,” Bucky snorts, folding his arms over his chest as he leans back into his chair, content to just look and stare at (Y/N).
“What’s wrong with my dancing?” (Y/N) asks as they give a little shimmy, making the supersoldier laugh loudly.
“Come on,” (Y/N) shimmied closer to him, smirking as he laughed some more. “I know you want to,”
“I really don’t,”
“You really do,” (Y/N) shimmied some more, only a few inches away from Bucky.
“Oh my god, if you stop with that god awful shimmy I’ll come dance with you,” (Y/N) stopped immediately, smiling at Bucky happily. With a sigh of resignation Bucky clambered from his seat, gratefully taking (Y/N)’s hand as they guided him to the dance floor and that’s when (Y/N) began to dance again, at least ten times worse than before.
“No,” Bucky laughed, as (Y/N) danced horribly, one leg up here, an arm there, some shimmying there. “Oh my god it’s so bad,”
“Dance with me,” (Y/N) manages to state before their own smile overpowers them, making them halt in their dancing.
“I can’t possibly compare to whatever that was-”
“Come on- I’ll show you,” Bucky laughed as (Y/N) danced again, only much slower this time.
“Okay, okay, I think I got it,” Bucky began to follow along (Y/N)’s ‘dance’ moves, laughing so hard he could barely keep his balance but before he knew it (Y/N) had joined back in with him and they were dancing, if one could even call it that. Alongside the couple the dance floor was packed, each square inch covered in dancing bodies.
“God we look like idiots,” Bucky laughs as the song ends, leaving everyone to still and pant to regain their breath and energy.
“Yeah, but we’re each other’s idiots,” Bucky smiles at (Y/N) as he takes their hand, pressing a soft kiss to their knuckles.
“Yeah we are,”
The rest of the night had gone by in a blur, there was food and drinks, there was some delicious desert, but most of all there had been (Y/N), Bucky’s sweet, beautiful (Y/N). Even if everything else that night had been a bit of a haze (Y/N) was always there, always so vibrant against the blurred memories. And now (Y/N) was beside Bucky, smiling at him as Tony’s limo drove them to some mysterious honeymoon get away. It was obvious in the way their eyes dropped that they were getting tired, or the way they started to slowly lean on Bucky for support but Bucky didn’t mind, having (Y/N) fall asleep on him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“You can go to sleep,” Bucky whispers as he reaches over to tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear, smiling when they yawned just a bit.
“What about nothing. You danced that cute little ass of yours off tonight, no wonder you’re so tired,” (Y/N) smiled sleepily as they leaned on Bucky, smacking their lips as they curl up against him.
“Wake me up when we get to the hotel?” Bucky hums as he presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead.
“Of course doll,”
Bucky was lying when he said he’d wake (Y/N) up, they looked far too peaceful like this, it’d be a shame to disrupt it. So instead of wake sleeping beauty Bucky managed to slide his arms around them as maneuver them out of the car, intact might he add. He even made it up 12 floors and managed to open the hotel room before (Y/N) finally jostled awake, groaning softly as Bucky set them down on the luxurious bed Tony had booked for them.
"What are you doing?"
"I’m gonna change really quick, that okay with you?”
“Can you help me too?” Bucky smiles at (Y/N)’s sleepy tone as he nods, giving their hand a gentle squeeze,
"of course doll,“ (Y/N) hums softly as they smile at Bucky, allowing themself to snuggle down into the sheets as Bucky trudged to the bathroom to change.
He’d worn a complex Black suit with so many layers and buttons that Bucky could barely figure out how to get it off much less put it on but with a bit of struggling Bucky managed to shrug the suit off and place it on the counter, leaving it for later. He would take care of it tomorrow but for now all he wanted to do was curl up with (Y/N) and sleep for 12 hours. So with sudden heavy limbs and a warm smile Bucky waddled back to the bedroom, to where (Y/N) Barnes lay.
”(Y/N),“ Bucky whispered as he gently shook (Y/N)’s shoulder. ”(Y/N), I gotta help you outta your clothes doll,“ (Y/N) grumbles softly as they shifted their position, slowly sitting up to allow Bucky to help them out of their complicated outfit. Bucky wiggled them out of their clothes, eyeing their body as he did. They were so beautiful- every part of them, from their collarbones, to their hips, down the faint stretchmarks that marked their thighs but Bucky loved it all, every single piece of them.
"You’re so beautiful,” Bucky whispered as he leaned forward, gently kissing along (Y/N)’s neck. It wasn’t full of hunger and lust like it usually was rather full of sheer love and adoration for the human before him. (Y/N) sighed softly as Bucky wiggled their clothes down their legs, leaving them at the foot of the bed.
"Shouldn’t we pick those up-“ (Y/N) began but Bucky cut them short when he dragged them down, pulling a blanket over them in the process.
"We can take care of that stuff later,” Bucky murmured as he kissed (Y/N)’s neck gently.
There was once again no hunger or lust to it, not tonight, Tonight was different. Usually Bucky would be dying to bury himself deep within (Y/N), to suckle on that neck until it was bruised purple but tonight all he wanted to do was kiss (Y/N) and hold them, show them how much he loved them.
“I love you,” Bucky whispers as he kisses (Y/N)’s collarbones, only breaking long enough to murmur to them.
“I love you too Buck,”
“Gonna buy you a nice house, something cute and small, I’ll fix up the lights, mow the lawn, you can buy a dog,”
“Mh,” (Y/N) hums, smiling sleepily as Bucky kissed his way along their body. “Let me guess, you’ll fix the plumbing too?"
"I would, I’d fix up the flooring and the walls, we could paint together,”
“We both know nothing would get done if we tried to paint together,"
"We could learn how to bake,"
"Bucky Barnes, I’d like to see you try to cook ramen-"
"We could go to bookstores and parks, we could walk our 3 dogs and-”
“And then ever night we’d fall into bed together, hold each other all night long and talk about our future?” Bucky smiles as he looks at (Y/N), sweet, beautiful, sleepy (Y/N). He’d never been more in love than he was right now, tangled up with the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, talking about the life he had always wanted. With soft lips Bucky kisses them, conveying his every emotion in one gesture.
“Dionysus was the god of the most blessed ecstasy and the most enraptured love. But he was also the persecuted god, the suffering and dying god, and all whom he loved, all who attended him, had to share his tragic fate.”
Walter F. Otto
A/N: I love this so much, like I’m making my own heart ache a little here, damn. Thankyou so much to @a-smol-badger for the request that I never would have thought up on my own atm. That’s all I got to say honestly.
Request: Is there a possibility you could write an imagine where y/n is an art student and her latest class assignment is human figure and she wants to draw jug and he gets scared and self conscious that he has to be shirtless but y/n assures him he is perf
Word Count: 1,882
Warnings: boi has body confidence issues for a hot second, that’s it.
Sidon/Reader Summary: Reader is afflicted with emotions they yet to comprehend. An unlikely advocate helps the reader with their issues. Word count: 1866
There was no way to ignore this feeling, it felt like you were soaring, but being pulled under water at the same time. Harebrained, finger tips always tingling, throat dryer then the Gerudo Desert, and with knees so wobbly you were afraid one step would do you in, it sometimes it felt like you had too much air, but also never enough. There were days you found yourself in a haze, eyes glazed over. Other times, your heart pounded so deep it you couldn’t tell if you were ascending, or about to die of a heart attack.
(A/N): I’m sorry this is so short but I am sorta proud of it even with it’s small length so!
½ Ooh can I request a Charles x reader (technically x Moira but anyway) based on Lying To You by Keaton Henson?? This is complicated but like, the storyline would be that Charles knew Y/N since they were kids and she was really special to him, and they were even closer as teenagers. Y/N was basically the opposite of him (rebellious, daring, v energetic and funny etc) and yeah they had a..unspecified romantic relationship as teenagers(point is they were basically soulmates) but smth happened to 2/2 Y/N when she was like 19 and she died. Now the actual story takes place like after First Class when Charles is dating Moira (ignoring the thing where he erased her memories) and it’s about how he looks back on his memories w Y/N + how he thought he’d get over her when he got together w Moira but he still can’t?? This was soo long I’m sorry but hopefully you get what I mean? xx
As we lie in bed, I feel lonely Though we’re young, I feel eighty years old And your arms around me are keeping me warm But baby, I’m still feeling cold Baby, I’m still feeling cold
"Charles,“ Moira whispers as she peppers kisses all along his bare chest. "Charles my dear, it’s time to wake up,” Charles groans softly, rubbing at his eyes as the sunlight streams through his windows.
“Moira?” Charles asks, hoping to keep his disappointed tone out of his question.
“Who else would it be silly?”
(Y/N). It should be (Y/N) sleeping beside him.
“No one love,” Charles forces a smile as he kisses Moira’s head gently. “I’m just a bit tired is all,"
"Well, you were up all night in your study,"
No, he was up all night looking at pictures of (Y/N).
"Ahh yes, of course, that must be it,” Charles nods, biting his lip to keep his rather negative thoughts at bay. What are you doing? What would (Y/N) think if they saw you lying beside another-
“I could make you some coffee if you’d like?” Moira asks softly, pressing another kiss to Charles’ chest.
“Yes, coffee sounds splendid,” Charles hums as Moira gets up, wrapping a robe about her naked body. She gives Charles one last smile before sauntering off, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the mansion.
Charles sighs, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he attempts to clear the voice out of his head (Y/N)’s voice out of his head. But no matter how hard he willed that sweet, soft voice away it stayed, like a damn fly stuck to some honey.
He remembered the first time they met, (Y/N) had been thrown out on the streets after their parents had discovered the could talk to animals, a mutant, just like
Him. He of course took them under his wing and from there a friendship had formed.
“I’m (Y/N),” they had whispered shyly, hanging their head in shame as they looked down upon their dirty clothes.
“I’m Charles,” Charles squeaked, his voice still holding it’s childlike quality. “Say, what is such a young child like you doing out in the streets?” To this (Y/N) sniffled, wiping at their dirt stained nose.
“Well, I haven’t a place to live,” they had whispered, shuffling their dirty feet into the cobblestone road. Charles hummed, looking (Y/N) over once before deciding to take them home, he always had wanted a play friend. Little did Charles know that that day he would take in the kindest, most beautiful soul on the planet.
It was years later, (Y/N) was sitting out On the green grass as a bird perched atop their finger, chirping merrily to the content mutant. (Y/N) chirped back, mimicking the birds noise as they did. The two were in a seemingly very deep conversation when Charles meandered up, hands stuffed in his pockets and a smile of amusement overtaking his expression as he does.
“What do you talk about with these birds?” Charles asks as he takes a seat beside (Y/N), placing his arms out behind him to steady himself.
“Many things,” (Y/N) stated softly, twisting their head this way and that to get a good look at their feathered friend. “The weather, the other birds, what it’s like to fly,”
“Do you ever talk to other animals?” Charles asks, staring at (Y/N) with curiosity.
“I happen to like the squirrels nesting in your trees,” (Y/N) turns to look at Charles with a small smirk. “I suppose I like talking to you as well,” Charles laughs, taking a handful of grass and throwing it at the other mutant.
“Oh be quiet you,” He chided, his smile nearly infectious. “I’m far more civilized than any creature you know,”
“Is that so?” (Y/N) challenged, their tone holding a bit of a teasing tone to it.
“I’m much more civilized than you, look at you, sitting out here in the dirt talking to a rabies infested creature,” (Y/N) laughs, throwing their head back as beautiful little bubble of happiness rise in their throat. Charles wants to laugh as well but his eyes are stuck on (Y/N) and his mouth runs dry, his throat constricting as he does.
They looked so beautiful, the light hit their hair just right making it shine in the early spring morning, their lips were curved upwards in the most beautiful smile, but what truly enraptured Charles was (Y/N)’s eyes, gleaming with happiness as they talk and laugh with him, or chirp and sing along with the bird. Charles’ stomach drops when he comes to a sudden realization, it had taken many years for him to figure this out, nearly an entire decade but he loved (Y/N), he loved them with every beat of his mutant heart.
It was only a few months later, with the two teenage mutants perched happily upon a couch that Charles finally decided to act upon his feelings.
“(Y/N)?” Charles asks as she shifts his position, allowing his head to rest against (Y/N)’s thighs more comfortably. “Have you ever been in love?” (Y/N) hums as they reach down, running their gentle fingers through Charles’ hair.
“Yes, I suppose I have,”
“What does it feel like?”
“Well, it feels like a lot of different things- it’s like knowing that every morning you’re going to wake up and see that beautiful smiling face and you know that your day is going to be so much brighter, it’s knowing that when you’re sitting out on the lawn that you’re not going to be alone whilst you talk to the fishes, it’s knowing that the love of your life is only sleeping just across the hall and that at any moment in the night you could sneak out and go talk to them but you don’t because you want them to sleep peacefully,”
“Well in that case,” Charles smiles as he closes his eyes, allowing (Y/N)’s fingers to glide through his hair. “I do believe I’m in love with you (Y/N),”
Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause once I found her, but now she is gone
God- Charles should have tried harder, he shouldn’t have let them run off like that. He shouldn’t have let them leave the mansion, not with all the rising contentions and all the wars and weapons and-
“Charles,” (Y/N)’s lip quivered as they reached up to touch Charles’ cheek, their bloodstained hand painting his cheek an angry red. “Do not blame yourself for this, please,”
“(Y/N),” Charles sobbed, his hand pressed tightly to their stomach as blood oozed from the bullet wound there. “Oh god, this is all my fault, this is all my fault-”
“Remember how you asked me what I talk about with the birds?” (Y/N) asks, a completely irrelevant time to be asking said question considering they were dying in Charles’ arms.
“Of course (Y/N) but how-”
“I used to talk to them about how much I loved you, your smile, your sweet eyes, your amazing voice, I told them about how kind you are, how accepting, I told them that you’re going to change the world some day, they’d just have to wait and see-”
“(Y/N), please, you’re only going to waste your breath-”
“I want you to look in my head Charles,” (Y/N)’s voice quakes as they speak. “I know you promised me you never would but I want you to, it’s my dying wish,” Charles sobs at their words, the pain to much for him to bear.
“(Y/N) please don’t make me-”
“Charles, I want you to,” Charles looks at (Y/N), at their watering eyes and small smile, even now they still looked like an angel, even coated in blood and dust and dirt they still looked heavenly. With shaking hands Charles pressed his fingers against (Y/N)’s temple, delving inside their head for the first and last time.
There wasn’t much to see or hear, in fact there was only one thing and he couldn’t even see it but rather he could feel it. All he felt was an undying sense of love, a love (Y/N) had felt for him. It was so powerful that it nearly took Charles’ breath away but he clung to that feeling, to those last fleeting feelings of (Y/N), of warmth and security, of love and happiness, of everything he could possibly ever want in life-
“Charles,” Moira’s gentle voice is what pulls Charles away from his thoughts. His thoughts clear and suddenly he’s no longer clutching a deceased mutant but rather a warm steaming mug of coffee, made by his very own girlfriend. “Are you okay?” A look of concern flashes her features but Charles doesn’t acknowledge it, too focused on the steaming black liquid before him to even spare her a glance.
“Yes,” Charles murmurs, even though he knew he was far from okay. “Yes, I’m quite well,” He gives Moira a fleeting smile before sipping away at his drink. “Thank you my love,”
You were absolutely freaking out, to put it lightly. Tonight was your first date with Auston and you had no clue where you were going, which meant you had no clue what you were supposed to wear. You weren’t the type of person to stress about what to wear, so this was completely new to you. When you heard the door of the apartment open, you nearly sprinted out of your room.
“Mitch, what the hell am I supposed to wear?” You wail, throwing yourself into his arms. He stumbles back, awkwardly patting your back.
“Good afternoon to you too, (Y/N).” You groan.
“You’re not being funny. My date with Auston is literally in two hours and I don’t know what to wear.”
“Well where are you guys going?”
“That’s the problem; I don’t know where we’re going.”
“Ooh, that is a problem.” Mitch agrees.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. You’re Auston’s best friend. Where does he normally take girls on first dates?”
Summary: Adult Henry and Regina have a talk the first time his adoptive daughter tells him that he’s not her father.
At thirty four years old Henry Mills knew that he’d never
fallen in love with anything quicker and harder than he had for his daughter.
He’d never planned to adopt. It hadn’t been a goal or even a
thought in his head at the time but the minute he’d laid eyes on her he knew.
She would be his and he would be hers forever.
He’d only been twenty-three when he first met her mother.
Barely out of college when they’d ran into each other but he easily became
enraptured with her warm, honey-colored eyes and melodious laughter. Luisa had been her
name and it was only on their third date that she’d first told him about her
daughter. Naturally he’d been shocked and a little apprehensive but still
undeterred. A few months later she’d finally let him meet her, her little
Olivia. Dark chocolate eyes and chubby red cheeks, she’d wrapped her tiny
finger around his and he knew there was no going back.
A week being a part of their lives taught him more about
love than an entire lifetime of reading and writing about fairy tales.
Twelve years and a wedding later they’d still been blissful.
He truly thought that he’d found his happily ever after. But of course he’d
forgotten the most cardinal rule of life.
It’s often more tragic than you expect.
A car crash stole Luisa away from them. One irreversible
moment and suddenly he found himself standing over her casket, surrounded by
family, his hand holding onto his daughter’s.
It would only be the two of them from now on.
A fact that Olivia appeared to struggle with.
She missed her mother, that much was clear. And Henry tried
as hard as he could to give her a safe place to grieve, a place with him but
she’d pushed him away. They used to be so close but she wasn’t talking to him
anymore, she wasn’t talking to anyone. Isolating herself from her friends and
family. He made excuses for her and tried to give her space, but things came to
a head one afternoon when he’d gotten a call from the school saying she’d never
shown up. After hours of searching for her only for her to come home and walk
past him as if nothing had ever happened he couldn’t help it. He lost it.
Within seconds they’d enter a screaming match and before he’d
even seen it coming she’d yelled the words he knew he’d never forget.
(Fanfic) 5 times Katsuki Yuuri jerked off to Victor Nikiforov in denial+1 time he still did it with acceptance
An Yuri!!! on Ice au fanfic set in the universe of the amazing fanfic
Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya (Kazliin on tumblr)! Yeah, this is a fanfic of a fanfic, written for the "thank you for stepping on us" event which is basically the discord server dedicated to this fic celebrating Kaz and that she finished umfb&mha~! The other posts can be found under the #thankyouforsteppingonus tag.
EDIT: This must be a sign from god, but today is also Kazliin’s birthday! Happy birthday, dear kaz!! Stay awesome and keep murdering us <3</p>
Fic under the cut! I’m posting this a bit earlier to make the event deadline and still adjusting the writing in the later chapters, so only the first chapter can be found under the cut atm.
Drabble request/prompt: Harry gets contacts and Draco never knew until that moment how much he adored Harry's stupid glasses.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Draco had had it all planned out, you see.
He would arrive at Harry Potter’s flat at 8:30pm sharp, and not a minute later. From there, they would take Potter’s floo to the restaurant, the most expensive, high-class wizarding restaurant Draco knew. They would sit at the table Draco had reserved, one in the back half hidden behind a rice paper room divider and right next to a huge window looking out over the streets of London. Draco’s would drink exactly two glasses of wine. He memorized his order, practiced saying it with perfect French pronunciation, and then practiced all of the possible things Harry could order, too - to correct him, of course. He’d pay when the meal was over, and assure Harry that it wasn’t because he thought Harry couldn’t afford it, but because Draco just wanted it to be his treat. He practiced his smirk in the mirror, practiced sitting up straight while still looking nonchalant. He’d had his outfit laid out for weeks. And then, when dinner was over, they would floo back to Harry’s flat and Harry would walk him out, and at the door, Draco would kiss him. It would be soft and hesitant and Draco nose would bump Harry’s glasses at first and Harry would sigh softly into Draco’s mouth, and then Draco would go. He would go home and touch his lips over and over and the next morning he would send Harry an owl, thank him for his time, and ask to see him again.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Firstly, Harry wasn’t supposed to own contacts. Harry was supposed to be messy in a sweet kind of way and Draco was supposed to love him for that. He wasn’t supposed to be well put together, messy hair somewhat tamed and a crisp button down, wasn’t supposed to be wearing these awful tight black jeans that Draco wasn’t supposed to like on him. Harry wasn’t supposed to lead him outside instead of into the floo, insisting he knew a place Draco would love. They weren’t supposed to go into the bar across the street and Draco certainly wasn’t supposed to be kind of enraptured by the stained glass windows and the calla lilies at every table. Draco did drink just two glasses of wine, though. He also drank three shots of fire whiskey and something green and fizzy that Harry insisted wasn’t alcoholic, but left him feeling light and left him laughing too hard and smiling too wide. He slouched and he leaned into Harry’s touch and looked at him, wide-eyed and open, as if he had nothing to hide.
Harry wasn’t supposed to kiss him right there at the bar in front of all of those people, and Draco definitely wasn’t supposed to like it. They weren’t supposed to run red-cheeked back across the cobblestones to Harry’s flat, and Draco wasn’t supposed to leave open-mouthed kisses on his neck as he fumbled with his key. They weren’t supposed to kiss up against Harry’s front door and Draco wasn’t supposed to suck him off right there, and Harry definitely wasn’t supposed to drag Draco up the stairs and return the favor.
He wasn’t supposed to wake up the next morning in Harry Potter’s bed to the smell of bacon, and he wasn’t supposed to enjoy the sight of Potter cooking it naked as much as he did. They weren’t supposed to have sex again over the dining room table, and Draco wasn’t supposed to come harder than he could ever remember having come in his life.
Most of all, Draco surely wasn’t supposed to fall in love with Harry right then and there over a plate of half burned eggs.
It just wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
But oh, Merlin, was he glad that it did.
lol, what is this “drabble” you speak of? i don’t know her.
sry i kno this wasn’t really the original prompt, i was thinking abt kissing with glasses and then Draco fantasizing abt kissing Harry with glasses and then this turned into Draco’s Dream Date and How Harry Fucking Ruins It.
Memories are recollections of past events that have occurred throughout our lives. The most precious memories are of the special moments we share with the people we love. These timeless treasures become imprinted in our hearts and in our minds forever and even when we are reminded of them, they bring us just as much love and joy as before.
The silence was unbelievably loud. Even the softest sound - like a pin drop - would have an echo-equivalent to heavy furniture being tossed around. However, the quietness was surprisingly calm and rather comfortable.
(Your Name) sat in between Justin’s legs. Her head was leaning back against him and was resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. Their hands interlocked with one another under the warm water. Justin had his arms wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her back pressed tightly against his chest.
There were candles all around; a few lining the edge of the bathtub while one larger candle rested on the bathroom counter near the edge, giving the room a dimmed glow.
“What are you thinking about?” Justin asked in a whisper. (Your Name)’s eyes were glued to the marble tile wall ahead, though she wasn’t even looking at the wall at all. The feeling of Justin’s arms around her and the steam rising from the water touching her bare skin and relaxing her muscles sent her into a state of euphoria. She stared off into space, taking in the moment between them so that it would become etched in her heart and her mind like a stone.
“Baby?” Justin muttered in (Your Name)’s ear, this time catching her attention. His lips moved along the base of her neck, brushing ever so gently along her wet skin.
“Hmm?” she hummed before closing her eyes and turning her head towards his chest.
His lips curled into a smile upon noticing the look of relaxation wash over (Your Name)’s face. He placed several feather-like kisses across her right temple. “What’s on your mind, princess?” he asked her once more.
(Your Name) shrugged her shoulders, letting her eyes slowly flutter open so they would meet Justin’s dark honey orbs.
“Just how nice this feels,” she says with a radiant smile. “We should do this more often.” Justin’s smile becomes wider and he lightly kisses the tip of her nose. “We will, baby girl, I promise,” he says in a soft voice.
Once again, there was a sedative silence that became engulfed around them. (Your Name) slowly turned her body onto her side so that her cheek was resting flat on Justin’s chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat pounded in her ear, she closed her eyes and listened to its rhythmic pulse. Justin lifted their hands that were still intertwined from the water and brought them up to his lips.
“Tell me a story,” (Your Name) whispered, lifting her head up to see Justin kissing each of her fingers.
Confusion sets in Justin’s eyes and his lips break away from (Your Name)’s hand.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
(Your Name) gave him a soft smile and once again settled her head back down on his chest. “Tell me a story… I want to listen to your voice.” She lightly kissed the crown tattoo underneath his collarbone and laid her cheek flat against his chest.
Justin couldn’t resist the smile creeping across his lips. Leaning back against the cast iron tub - feeling the coldness touch his perspiring skin - he began drawing imaginary circles all over (Your Name)’s back with his left hand while his right entangled within her damp, tangled locks.
“Remember the first time I asked you out?”
(Your Name)’s heart fluttered as the sudden memory of Justin asking her out on a date for the first time flooded her mind. She let out a hinted giggle as she remembers the very first thing she ever said to him.
“And I flat out said no?” she added.
The flashback of meeting Justin for the first time suddenly clouded over her memory.
They met during a period of (Your Name)’s life where she had created a huge wall between herself and others, isolating her trust and reliability in other people.
She wasn’t looking for a relationship. In fact, even friendship became something she was too afraid to get wrapped up in. She wanted to spare herself of feeling the pain of loneliness and heartbreak again.
Justin was a bit of a bachelor; he dated a lot but he had never been in a committed relationship. He would meet a girl, take her on a few dates and before things would turn serious, he would suggest that they only be friends. He called it - keeping his options open - until he found the right girl.
He ran away from ever chance to fall in love until he met (Your Name). The first time he saw her, she was sitting at a table outside of a small coffee shop studying for a college exam. He took one look at her and instantly became enraptured by her.
Her hair was pinned up in a low messy bun to prevent it from falling in front of her face. She would occasionally push her reading glasses up after they had slid down the bridge of her nose. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He nonchalantly watched her as she turned each page of her book; her left hand clutched into a fist while her chin rested above it as it was held up by her elbow. Her innocent appeal is what attracted him to her.
Justin then made the bold move and finally approached her to say hello. She lifted her eyes from her book and when they met his, she gave him welcoming smile. There was an instant attraction between them as they sat at that table and talked for almost three hours; they shared their interests with each other and were immediately surprised to realize just how much they had in common.
With every word, Justin became more interested in (Your Name); the more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know. Finally, Justin made the brave decision and asked (Your Name) on a date, admitting he wished to see her again.
However, he was quickly rejected when (Your Name) said that she was not looking for a relationship. Though Justin was figuratively in the same boat, he somehow felt a strong connection to her. He confessed to her that he enjoyed talking to her and that he wanted to get to know her more. He then asked her for her phone number and asked to see her again; not as a romantic date but simply as a meeting between two friends.
Though she was still skeptical, (Your Name) evidently gave in and agreed to meet him again. They both exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up the following night.
Lifting her head off his chest, (Your Name) looked up at Justin; his face was blank and free of any expression but she could see that he was holding back his laughter. Finally, he let out a burst of laughter and smiled.
“When you turned me down, it literally felt like a punch to the gut,” he began, his eyes then moved downwards and locked onto (Your Name). “But when I first saw you, I knew in my heart there was something special about you and I deeply wanted to find out what it was. When I asked you out and you said no, I could see it in your eyes that you were holding something back and I think that’s what made me want to get to know you more. Thinking back on it now, that was one of the best days of my life.”
He stopped and stared at (Your Name) for a moment, taking in every detail on her face; the loose strands of hair that was stuck to her damp forehead, her natural rosy cheeks, her button nose, the almost invisible freckles under each of her glistening blue eyes that reminded him of the Caribbean ocean.
“The second best day of my life is when we actually had our first date,” Justin smirked and gave (Your Name) a wink. (Your Name) grinned, thinking back to that amazing night on the beach. That was the first of many times in which (Your Name) would witness Justin’s romantic side.
“I remember that night like it was yesterday,” (Your Name) sighed happily.
“You really took me by surprise.”
“I know,” Justin replied.
“I was so nervous, I wanted everything to be perfect. I had only known you for about two weeks but I was beginning to lose control of my feelings for you so I wanted to do something extra special for you. I knew you deserved better than just an ordinary dinner or movie date and flowers and chocolates.”
He knew how to make things sound like they came directly out of a Nicholas Sparks’ novel, and that’s exactly how that night felt.
Even at just the instant thought brought back the same feeling as it did before.
That was the night (Your Name) knew she was in love with him. For the first time in her life, she was swept off of her feet and left speechless by how much effort Justin put into making the date special.
She had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. The sun was setting over the ocean, painting the sky a bright shade of pink. A trail of rose petals lined with small candles began on the end of the boardwalk.
As (Your Name) followed the aisle down the beach, she was immediately taken by surprise by the sight of a small wooden table accompanied by two chairs, the rose petals circling around it. There were four polls planted into the sand, one in each corner holding up the bright fairy lights above.
Justin stood in the sand with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand. They sat and talked while admiring the sunset. When it became dark, the moon and the stars illuminated the night sky. It was then that Justin admitted his feelings for (Your Name). Despite only knowing each other for less than a month, he referred their time together as the greatest few weeks of his life and that there was no doubt in his mind he wanted to be with her.
(Your Name) began to tear up as she heard those words. Before meeting Justin, she had her mind and heart set on anything but a relationship and the weeks she spent getting to know him made her walls fall down and her vulnerability slowly fade away.
For the first time in a long time, she said those three little words. Three little words she had almost forgotten the meaning of.
“You were the first person to ever make me feel like I mattered. I never thought I would ever meet someone who would do something so special like that just for me. You gave me a whole new perspective on letting people in and showed me that it’s okay to trust people again,” (Your Name) spoke in a hushed whisper, bringing Justin’s hand that overlapped hers up to her lips and gently kissed the top of his hand.
“Is that why you told me you love me?”
His boost of confidence made her giggle.
“Well I would say it was because of your attractive looks but whatever floats your boat,” she teases and gives him a wink.
Justin gasps, placing his free hand over his heart. “That’s harsh, babe,” he says, trying to sound shocked but (Your Name) can hear in his voice that he’s trying hard not to laugh.
“I’m kidding, baby,” (Your Name) says, not wanting to tease him anymore. Her right-hand reaches under his chin, pulling his head down towards hers. She kisses him softly, feeling his lips curl into a smile against hers. “But I do consider your attractive looks to be a pretty good bonus,” she says against his lips and kisses him again.
By now, the bath water was slowly beginning to get cold. (Your Name) pulled herself up and stepped out of the tub. Justin followed close behind her and grabbed two towels off of the bathroom counter. Wrapping one around his waist, he wrapped the other around (Your Name)’s body, giving her a quick kiss on her wet shoulder.
Exiting the en suite, (Your Name) entered the bedroom and walked over to the dresser. She picked out a pair of gray fleece pajamas and a white top with forearm length sleeves. She quickly dried herself off and changed into them. Justin changed into just a pair of gray sweatpants and turned off the lights in the bathroom as well as the bedroom before climbing into bed next to (Your Name).
Crawling in underneath the cotton sheets - letting its warmth engulf around him - Justin embraced (Your Name), enclosing his arms around her waist. For a moment, neither of them spoke; Justin’s cool breath - that had a hint of peppermint - penetrated the base of (Your Name)’s neck, sending a shiver up her spine. Her hand gently grasps his forearm.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting every muscle in her body relax.
“Do you remember the first night I held you in my arms like this?”
Justin mumbled, his lips brushing swiftly against (Your Name)’s neck.
Thinking back to that night in Justin’s home, a smile etched across (Your Name)’s lips. She turned herself over so she was laying on her back. Justin pushed himself upward, holding his body weight up on his elbow.
“You fell asleep on my lap and I watched you for hours…not trying to sound creepy,” Justin chuckled while scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“I remember how peaceful you looked. I didn’t want to wake you so I carried you up here so you would be more comfortable. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you for a second, you looked so beautiful. Finally, I wrapped my arms around you and within seconds I passed out. It was the first good night sleep I had in a long time.”
Reminiscing that night in his mind, Justin wandered off into a daydream.
“How’s your headache?” Justin asked.
(Your Name) groaned as she laid across the living room sofa. “My head is pounding…like someone is hitting me constantly with a sledgehammer,” she buried her face into one of the gray cushions that accompanied the couch and curled her legs up so that her knees were tight to her chest.
Justin sat on the edge of the sofa beside her and handed her a glass of water and two small tablets. “Here, takes these, they should make you feel better.” (Your Name) sat up long enough to take the Advil and consume a few sips of water before laying back down.
“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” he asked generously, combing his fingers through her hair. (Your Name) shook her head and closed her eyes. The pounding in her head was too unbearable to stay awake.
Justin smiled sadly at (Your Name). He didn’t know what else to do, he just wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.
Then he got an idea.
Grabbing the other couch cushion, he sat on the opposite end of the sofa. “Babe?” he whispered. (Your Name) opened her eyes and saw Justin sitting with the pillow on his lap. “Come here,” he smiled and patted down on the pillow, motioning her to lay her head in his lap. Pulling herself up, she moved closer to him and laid her head down on the pillow. Justin began brushing through her hair with his fingers, soothing her.
“Better?” he asked.
With her eyes closed once again, (Your Name) nodded her head and snuggled down into his lap. Justin leaned down and gently kissed her temple. “Try and get some rest, baby,” he continued to brush through her hair as he watched her. Within minutes, (Your Name) was sound asleep.
It had felt like hours they had been sitting there. Justin watched (Your Name) as she slept peacefully in his lap. She looked so peaceful; so relaxed. Justin couldn’t help but smile from time to time, combing through her tangled hair and watching her chest slowly rise up and down with every breath.
It was almost midnight and (Your Name) began to stir in her sleep. Knowing she would be more comfortable upstairs, Justin scooped her up in his arms, careful to not wake her up and carried her up to his room.
He laid her down on the mattress and pulled the blankets over her, letting her sink into the comfort of the bed sheets and climbed in beside her.
He now had a clear view of her face and he stared at her in awe. This was a side of her that he had never seen before; the way her hair was sprawled out over the pillow behind her; the way her eyelids flickered like she was dreaming; her breathing was at a slow and alternating pace. Her whole face just looked so much at ease. Her natural beauty was really showing for the first time.
Wanting to be closer to her, Justin moved in and wrapped his arm around her waist. He carefully pulled her into his chest, letting her head rest comfortably underneath his chin. With his right arm draped over her hip, his left arm curled under her head until his hand rested on the back of her head.
He held her in his arms, not ever wanting to let her go. Though she was highly unaware of it, (Your Name) made him feel safe and happy, unlike anyone else has ever made him feel. Everything about her was perfect to him. It was hard to resist just how deeply and unbelievably in love he is with her.
“I love you.”
He knew she most likely didn’t hear him but he felt like he had to say it. Every chance he got to say those three words - whether she heard them or not - he would take it.
Kissing the top of her head, Justin’s eyes fluttered shut and he slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber. The countless sleepless nights were now far behind him.
All because of her.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling through his mouth, Justin looked at (Your Name) and smiled. The memories brought back every feeling; every emotion, and they felt just the same in the present as they did 3 years ago.
“Before that night, I had never slept in the same room as someone else let alone the same bed, especially with a guy,” (Your Name) could feel her cheeks getting warm as she spoke. “You were the first one…you were the first of many things for me and looking back at it all now, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
Justin smiled, gently tracing the shape of her jaw with his fingers. “I can’t imagine my life without you… ever since that day I saw you sitting in that café, you’ve turned my life around. Every memory I have with you, I cherish more and more each day. I love you with all my heart and soul, (Your Full Name).”
“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”
Embracing her cheek in the palm of his hand, Justin leaned in slowly until his lips overlapped with (Your Name)’s.
Switching off the lamp on the bedside table, they both settled down under the blankets. “Sweet dreams,” (Your Name) whispered, giving Justin’s cheek a quick kiss before snuggling down into his chest. “Goodnight, baby girl,” he kisses the top of her head and laid his head on the pillow with his chin touching her head.
It didn’t take long for both of them to feel their eyes flutter shut. Holding onto each other and wrapping themselves into their warm embrace, they felt a peaceful dullness wash over them within seconds.
Stiles Stilinski is a Junior at NYU. When he’s not working on his undergraduate degree in Criminal Justice or hanging out with his friends, he enjoys hitting the underground music scene. His favorite band, The Alpha Beats - “The Next Big Rock Group” according to The Rolling Stone - consists of the Hale siblings: Laura, lead vocalist and bassist, Cora, drummer and vocals, and Derek, lead guitar and lyricist. Stiles may or may not be a tiny bit infatuated with Derek, with the way his fingers fly across the frets when he plays, with the way his muscular forearms flex when he moves, with the tattoos that litter his exposed skin, with his propensity for wearing deep v-neck shirts, with the way he tends to glare at the crowd but tries to hide a smile when they finish a set, with the meaningful words he string together. Yeah, Stiles has it bad. And he can’t believe his luck when he wins a contest that lands him in the front row of The Alpha Beats’ very first concert, and the backstage pass that comes with it.
Derek Hale lives for music, for the lyrics he writes and the songs he and his sisters play together. When they first started The Alpha Beats, Derek never imagined they’d gain a fan following, or that people would love his lyrics and their music so much. And when they start making it big, he doesn’t quit know how he feels about it, until a radio station does a giveaway to their first concert and everything changes. Before the concert starts, Laura points out the contest winner in the front row and Derek is immediately enraptured. The guy’s face is dotted with moles and the smile he’s directing at the person next to him is the most infectious thing Derek’s ever seen. Derek finds his gaze drawn to the guy more times than he’d like to count during the concert. But each time Derek glances at the guy, he’s singing along to the song and staring at Derek with something like awe on his face. And Derek’s suddenly glad the contest included a backstage pass for the winner.
Authors Note: I am so in love with Ed’s album Divide, as I’m sure you all are too. This song never fails to make me grin and want to dance, and I can’t help but picture Steve being enraptured by some girl as she dances around to this. So viola, mes cheries.
It wasn’t that Steve didn’t want to be there – because he did. Really. Despite Tony’s eye-rolling and Bucky’s incessant need to flirt with the single women within earshot. He was just bored. He had been to an insanely large number of parties and events within the past two weeks, and this was no different to any of the others. The alcohol was flowing, the band was loud and the people were bordering on obnoxious. With a small sigh, Steve swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking a large swig and finishing it all.
“There he is!” Bucky threw an arm around his best friend, a bottle held loosely in between his metal fingers. “What are you doing way over here, punk? We’re off duty, have some fun!”
“How much have you had to drink?” Steve shook Bucky’s arm away from him and frowned at the super soldier. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not,” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, his words clearly slurring. “I’m having a good time. Something you should be doing too.”
“I’m having fun.”
“Clearly.” Bucky obviously did not believe a word he said because he held his bottle out for Steve to take a sip. “Look, I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but you and Sharon called it quits weeks ago. It’s time to move on.” Steve took a swig from the drink and quickly pulled a face at the horrid taste it left in his mouth. “Some of the girls I’ve been talking to have asked about you. Do you want me to introduce you to one of them?”
“Nah, I’ll be alright,” Steve shook his head and risked another sip before handing the awful-tasting drink back to Bucky. “Thanks though. Jerk.”
“Tell me you love me, boys,” Tony joined them, all but jumping into his seat as he proudly placed a bottle in the centre of their table.
“Tony, we’ve talked about this,” Bucky tried to keep a straight face. “You’re great and all, but I just don’t swing that way.”
“You’ll be changing your mind pretty fast when you see what I’ve got.” Tony turned the bottle around to show off the label, which read Property of Thor Odinson.
“He’ll kill you.”
“Is that going to stop you from having some?”
“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffed and pulled the Asgardian liquor over before pouring himself a generous helping. “Stevie, do you –”
“Tony!” a feminine voice cut Bucky off. The three men all turned to look over at the woman approaching them, a wide smile on her face. Steve swore the world stopped spinning as he caught her eye. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, wearing a simple, yet elegant dress that looked a lot like something from the 40s.
“Y/N!” the billionaire stood up and tugged her into a tight hug. “You didn’t tell me you would be coming to this.” He pulled away to give her an accusing glare. “I thought you were still in London?”
“Well, you know me,” something akin to mischief sparkled in her eyes. “I’m never far from an open bar.” Her eyes slid over Bucky and Steve, and the latter could have sworn the half-smile she sent his way was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He didn’t know if it was aimed at him or his best friend, but god, did he hope it was for him. “Good to see you again, Sergeant Barnes.”
“Likewise, Agent L/N,” Bucky smiled and pulled her into a gentle hug. “Or are you Y/N Maas, now?” He looked down her left hand, and then once more when he noticed her bare left finger.
“It’s still L/N.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I’m not,” she shrugged casually and turned her head to look at Steve. “Captain America, I assume?”
“S-Steve,” the super soldier cringed slightly and cleared his throat. “Please, call me Steve, Agent L/N.”
“Y/N,” she corrected him with the same half-smile that that had disarmed him before. He doubted even his shield could protect him from the glint of mischief that seemed to sparkle in her eyes. Steve decided that the best defence was a good offence.
“Y/N,” he repeated, a crooked grin of his own appearing as he brought her hand up and pressed a kiss on her skin. He was shocked to say the least, if it were any other woman she’d be melting in his hands right about now, but instead, she shot him a brief wink and another one of those adorable, coy smiles. Steve was glad that she had her back to Tony and Bucky because that meant she missed the looks of surprise that flitted across their faces before the smug smiles appeared. The men invited her to sit with them, and it provided Steve with the perfect opportunity to stare at her, enraptured, as she told them a story about the latest mission she had been sent on.
I was twenty-four years old When I met the woman I would call my own. Twenty-two grandkids now growing old In that house that your brother bought ya.
The band started to play a new song, and Steve wasn’t surprised to note that he didn’t recognise the tune the guitarist was plucking out. The last remaining couples cleared the dance floor, distaste evident on their face at the upbeat melody. A few children, clad in overly expensive outfits, ran forward, their laughs echoing over the music as they began to fool around in the large empty space. Steve couldn’t help but smile as he watched them and began to fondly remember how he had acted the same back in his day. He was a terrible dancer – and he still was – but spinning a pretty girl around was fun. Especially when they didn’t mind if he stood on their feet.
“Come and dance with me, Stark,” Y/N demanded as she got to her feet.
“Oh no, not after last time,” Tony shook his head with a laugh. “My poor feet won’t be able to keep up with you. Besides, I’ve drunk so much of this Asgardian ale, I honestly don’t know which realm I’m in!”
“Tony, I know you think that this stuff doesn’t affect you, and to be honest you’ve even surprised Thor, but if you drink much more it may kill you,” she shook her head at the man and tried to extract the bottle from his grip.
“Are you calling me an alcoholic? Because let me tell you!” he pointed at her wildly, his arm waving around to stay steady. She took advantage of his momentary distraction and slipped the drink out of his hands, before slyly handing the bottle over to Steve. “I am drinking half as much as I used to. Besides, you drink this stuff all the time, I mean you put it in your coffee, surely that makes you more of an alcoholic than me?”
“I don’t go to meetings,” she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at Tony.
“Alcoholics go to meetings, Stark. I’m a drunk. Besides, this stuff doesn’t have the same effect on me as it does you. Now, go and get a glass of water before you die.”
“I haven’t died yet! I’m starting to think I can’t be killed.”
“That’s the ale talking.”
“Really? That’s not what it said to me! Have you been saying things behind my back?” he glared at the bottle in front of Steve accusingly, which prompted the blond to let out a low chuckle. “Whatever,” Tony rubbed his face and tried to get to his feet unsteadily. “I’m gonna see if the drink has any more bar.” He just about managed to stand up before his legs gave out from under him and he fell back down into his chair. “As soon as I figure out where my legs went…”
“Boys?” she looked over at Bucky and Steve. They both looked up at her curiously, and in Bucky’s case, through alcohol-clouded eyes. “Do one of you want to dance?” Her eyes lingered on the blond for a second, something the brunet took note of, albeit slowly. Bucky drunkenly blinked at her for a moment, one eye after the other, before claiming he was too tired after spending half of the night on the floor. Steve could feel the butterflies building in his stomach as he knew what his best friend was about to suggest. He honestly couldn’t understand how he could go up against Hydra, the Chitauri and an army of evil robo-starks with relative confidence, but a single woman could shatter his nerves.
“What about Steve?” Buck mumbled, drunkenly gesturing towards his petrified friend, bottle in hand.
“Maybe later,” Steve replied, trying his best to sound like his usual, confident self.
“I’ll hold you to that, soldier,” she smiled at the men before turning and walking towards the dance floor. The children on the floor welcomed her with open arms, and she quickly kicked off her high heels to join them.
“What’s wrong with you?” Bucky’s hand met the back of Steve’s head. “Go and dance with her!”
“Leave it alone, Bucky.” It was clear from the stern, finality to his tone that Steve was not in the mood to listen to his friends chastise him, so the brunet dropped the subject and turned to strike up a conversation with Tony, who was currently watching the Captain through the corner of his eye. Steve took no notice, however, as his gaze was firmly fixed on the stunning woman whirling around to the music.
Steve was enraptured. Her hair had spilled out of its fancy up-do and flowed around her as she twirled around in style. Some of the present party-goers frowned at the sight, but the majority watched her intently, clearly as taken with her fluidity as Steve was. Tony and Bucky stood up to grab the former a drink, leaving Steve alone at the table to watch Y/N glide across the floor. Her movements were unplanned and uncoordinated, and she stumbled a few times as she span, but somehow, she still managed to move with the grace of a ballerina.
She must have caught Tony’s eye as he waited for his drinks by the bar because before Steve could blink, Y/N had grabbed Iron Man by the hand and dragged him out to dance with her. It was obvious that the disgruntled face that Tony had plastered on was an act because he easily kept up with her as they both danced around on the empty floor. His movements were sloppy in comparison to hers, but then again, Steve mused, he doubted that anyone moved as elegantly as she did, especially not with half a litre of Asgardian ale in their stomach.
The violin joined in with the music, sparking a new Irish flame to the music. Being sat so close to the dance floor, Steve could easily hear Y/N’s laugh of mirth as she threw her head back and began to spin herself in a circle. Tony, along with a few other people who were watching, began to clap their hand in time to the music or banged their fists against the tabletops. The stern, uptight façade on their faces was fading away the longer they watched Y/N dance across the floor with Tony and the children following her lead.
“You should go up there,” Bucky nudged Steve gently as he sat back down. He pushed a fresh glass of whiskey in front of Steve and rolled his eyes at the surprised expression on his friend’s face. “Come on, punk. It’s not every day you meet a dame like her. It’s not the 40s anymore – you’re Captain America – go and talk to her.”
“I’ll probably just step on her feet and embarrass myself,” Steve shook his head and sipped his drink.
“You think Tony hasn’t already?” Bucky chuckled and bumped his friend again. “Go. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Everything, now that you’ve said that.”
“Get over there, punk,” Bucky insisted, as he all but pushed the blond out of his seat.
“Jerk.” Steve straightened up and nervously fiddled with his suit jacket, before shrugging it off and making his way over to the dance floor. He lingered on the edge of the floor with some others, not quite joining in as he began to hesitate. What if she didn’t want to dance with him? He didn’t have much time to think about it, because Tony had noticed him standing on the corner of the dance floor, and quickly excused himself with a red face as he stumbled over to Steve.
“Swap.” Tony gasped for breath and tumbled by him to sit down. Clearly, he didn’t have a choice in the matter, because Tony quickly shoved him forward, and into Y/N’s awaiting arms. She grinned up at him, and he could have sworn the whole world slowed to a stop as she took his hand in hers and placed a hand on his shoulder. She was patient with him, and didn’t complain as he faltered and stepped on her feet clumsily. He was sure his face went red as he stuttered out an apology, but she simply giggled spiralled around him before facing him once more.
He took a step back and stomped along to the music with everyone else. He was content just watching her as she tilted her head back, arms over her head as she clapped along and skillfully pivoted herself so that she was spinning around in circles. She didn’t seem to stumble or lose her balance once – or if she did, Steve didn’t notice. She was perfect to him, and when the song came to a stop and she eventually fell into his arms, he could help but laugh and hold her upright.
“Are you alright there, darling?”
“Fine,” she chuckled and pressed her forehead to his chest. “Just give me a second to stop the room from spinning.” The band started up again as the cheers died down, a slower song playing this time. He could see Bucky and Tony gesturing wildly to him over the top of her head, and once again, he was glad her back was to his teammates. He would need to talk to them about subtlety later, but in that moment, he tightened his hold around her and gently began to sway along to the music. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, and the second she was feeling alright, she wound her arms around Steve’s broad shoulders so that she could move back and forth alongside him.
Something tightened in his chest as she lowered her head to rest on his shoulder. Steve thought he knew love before, with Peggy and then with Sharon, but this felt different. It was stronger, more terrifying. He knew, even though he had just met her, that he would do anything she asked him to. He had only known her for an hour, but she had him wrapped around her little finger, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Steve wanted to know her better, to see if he could take this further. He just hoped that she felt the same way.