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➜ new years kiss headcanon’s!

CHARACTERS: BAKUGO, IIDA, KIRISHIMA, DENKI, SHINSOU

WARNINGS: SLIGHTLY smutty, intended fem/gn reader, mentions of panties, angst, the p word, your WAIST

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➜ BAKUGO KATSUKI ✲ gn! reader

Decides to kiss you after the countdown, he can’t handle the pressure. (No one can tell him what to do, not even a stupid clock).

"I think if I saw Mina force-feed another grape in her mouth under that table, I was gonna vomit."

"I barfed a little in my mouth, actually."

A guttural laugh escaped from your lips as you held your stomach for support, and Katsuki couldn’t stop looking at you. The both of you were on clean-up duty after the New Year’s party the class held. However, you easily stopped caring about cleaning and decided to do what the both of you did best—shit talking.

Eyes snapping wide, you sat up in your seat and pointed towards the blonde with a smirk. “Oh! And did you see Denki and Jiro kiss? Ugh, I swear they needed to get a room.” You grimaced in jealousy. Katsuki let out a dry chuckle before placing his feet up on the common room table.

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Katsuki sighed. Rolling your eyes, you followed his actions and placed your feet on the table as well.

"Well, I thought a guy I knew was gonna kiss me, but he wussed out." You mumbled, picking at the lint on the couch. Katsuki’s eyes looked out into the distance, going into deep thought as to who this "guy" could be.

Iida? Old news, pretty funny seeing you get rejected by him, though.

Shoji? He doesn’t really want to picture that interaction.

Kirishima? He’d be a dead man if he tried it.

Laying his head back against the plush fabric, he turned and looked at you. “Wha?” You asked, a small smile pressed on your lips as you tilted your head to the side.

“Who’s the guy?” He asked in curiosity, eyebrows lifted as he tried his hardest not to look as if he really wanted to know the answer. Even though he really does.

“You promise not to get upset?” You said softly. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched the overdramatic blonde roll his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“I swear... if it’s shitty-hair–“

“Nope.”

Katsuki gave you a look before sighing in defeat. “Alright, lay it on me.” Taking in a deep breath, you covered your eyes and cowered to the side. Slowly lifting your finger (for dramatic effect) towards him.

Katsuki’s eyes widened as he looked at your quivering finger (also for dramatic effect). “Me?” He said, disbelief etched through his tone as he grumbled out the word. Humming in response, the blonde was taken aback.

“I’m… the wuss?” He also said in disbelief. Uncovering your eyes, you slammed your hands on the couch. “Yes! You are!” You argued with a smile.

“And don’t even try and tell me that you don’t have feelings for me; 'shitty-hair' already told me everything.”

A light blush dusted against his cheeks as he cursed under his breath. “I’m gonna kill him,” he growled under his breath.

“So why didn’t you do it, hm?” You hummed. The blonde looked at you for a moment before sitting up in his seat; oh, he meant business.

“Because why should a stupid clock tell me what to do?” He argued. You looked up, pretending to be in deep thought. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe because it’s tradition?” You said it as a matter-of-factly.

“Fuck tradition.”

“Oh, you’re such a wuss,” you teased. Katsuki’s eyes snapped towards you, and he gave you a frown. “Shut it!” He yelled out loud.

“Make me.”

Katsuki didn’t need to be asked twice; taking his feet off the table, he launched himself towards you. Tightly gripping your waist, he smashed his lips against yours. The force of the kiss toppled you over.

Once a harsh kiss, it turned soft as his hands began to gently caress your sides.

Once sour, now sweet.

Pulling away from your lips gently, you blinked open your eyes and met Katsuki’s deep amber eyes. “Am I a wuss now?” He said with a mischievous smirk. You let out a chuckle before raising your hands to caress his face.

“You’re a shit kisser.”

“Bet you liked it though.”

“...I did.”

➜ TENYA IIDA ミ★ gn! reader

As the clock ticks with not much time on his hands, you were no where to be found.

Will his plans go correct?

"Has anyone seen Y/n?" Iida asked, a twinge of anxiety laced in his tone as his eyes quickly scanned the common room of class 1-A.

"Um, have you tried outside? Denki and a couple of others are out lighting sparklers," said Ojiro. Iida rushed past the blonde without another word as he stormed outside.

Looking around, he only saw Denki, Hakagure, and Kirishima trying to light 10 sparklers at once… using Denki’s mouth.

"Please! Take that out of your mouth!" Iida grumbled sternly. He watched the trio scurry off before hurrying back into the dorms. Standing in the middle of all the celebratory ruckus, Iida placed his hands on his hips.

"Shit."

Iida quietly cursed under his breath as he nervously pushed up his glasses. Iida had a strict plan to conquer, and it seemed as if everything was falling apart.

You see, Iida had a step-by-step plan to win you over today. Starting with being at your side the whole party, he wanted to talk to you and do the many activities he planned so that he could swoon you over.

Next, he was going to lay it out on you. Express everything he was feeling. Through a heartfelt letter, of course. You'd be weak in the knees by then, right?

Finally, he'd corner you in, possibly leading you behind everyone and kissing you right then and there.

The new year would be perfect.

But it’s 8 minutes until countdown, and you’re nowhere in sight. How will he go through with his plan if the main attraction is nowhere to be seen?

Storming into the elevators, he goes floor by floor.

First, second, third… nothing.

Stopping at the third-floor terrace, he let out an irritated groan. Checking his wrist for the time, he sighed.

“3 minutes until countdown…”

Resting his arms against the terrace, he placed his hand against his forehead. Shaking his head in defeat, the raven-haired man sat up and began to head back down to the common room.

Sniffle, sob, snort.

Iida’s brows lifted as he heard the faint noises. Someone is crying? Walking back over to the terrace, he leaned forward, trying his hardest to listen in on the faint sobs.

“Woah!”

Eyes going wide, it seemed as if Iida’s hand slipped from the railing. This is what happens when you’re a nosy class president. Flipping over the edge, Iida quickly held grasp of the second-floor railing before he could slip any further.

Activating his quirk, Iida safely landed on his feet at the second-floor terrace. Dusting himself off, he looked up and suddenly put on a frown.

“Y/n?”

He watched you, all teary-eyed and pout-lipped. Your eyes wide and bloodshot, shaking a little from the scene that just took place.

“I-Iida? What the hell just happened?” You whimpered. Walking past him, you placed your hand on the railing and shook it, making sure that it wasn’t loose, but to your suspicion, it wasn’t.

“I was up there on the third floor and I heard you… I didn’t know it was you– I’m trying to say that I was trying to find where the noise was coming from! Not trying to be nosy– which I’m not, by the way–“

“Iida,” you mumbled. “It’s all good, I’m fine.” You tried your best to smile, but you couldn’t. Iida looked at you with a frown, walking towards you; he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Well, you’re obviously not, Y/n,” he said sternly. Biting your lip, you began to sob out once more.

“It’s just… seeing everyone down there having a good time celebrating…” you trailed off with a sniffle. “You guys are so excited for the new year and I’m not.” You emphasized with a strained chuckle.

Hanging your head low, you confessed. “I don’t think I’ll stay here next semester.”

Within those small moments, you uttered those words, it felt as if Iida’s world was crashing down. His mouth was slightly agape at your words, dragging his hand from your shoulder to the side of your arm, he speaks.

“What? Why would you leave?” He asked.

“Because!” You yelled out, exasperated.

“I just don’t think I’m strong enough for this. My quirk is shitty. I’m lacking behind the rest of the class; everyone seems as if they’re improving by the second, and I’m just here being left behind—I’m not as special as everyone says–“

“What?” Iida interrupted, in utter disbelief.

Blinking up at him, your mouth was slightly agape as you looked at him. He actually looked angry.

“Not as special? Do you hear yourself when you speak?” He lets out a dry chuckle. Looking down at the floor, you spoke, “Listen… everything that I’m saying is true—“

“Bullshit.”

Eyes snapping wide, you cover your mouth as you watch Iida curse. “Everything that you’re saying isn’t the truth. And I’d know that!” He shouts passionately.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this! You’re so perfect, and you’re saying this? Y/n, do you know how much I look up to you?” He says, a deep frown pressed on his lips as he looked deep within your eyes.

Shaking your head, he lets out a scoff.

“Everyday I look at you and wonder why you’re so perfect. From the way you smile, to the way you treat others, and how you work harder than anyone else I’ve seen… you’re so perfect, and you don’t even know it.”

A singular tear slides down your cheek as you look at him in disbelief. “Iida… I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.”

Damn, that was supposed to come out more poetic.

“A-and you can’t leave! Because if you leave, my world crashes down and I’ll have no one to look up to. No one to yearn for, and no one to truly love and appreciate.” Iida spoke softly, hands going stiff as he snaked his hands around your waist.

“I’m not saying that you should stay for me; stay for your future. Because it’s gonna be great, and you’d be an amazing hero.”

Iida’s eyes trace along your face, taking in every detail. Each tear, each twinkle of your eyes, the quiver of your lips. Slowly placing his hand against your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Iida–“

beep, beep, beep!

The both of you jolt at the sudden loud noise. Iida’s eyes trace over at his watch, watching as the clock strikes 12. Signaling in the new year.

Without even thinking, Iida slowly leans in and presses a soft kiss on your lips. Leaning into the kiss, you trace your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

Slightly pulling away, Iida places small pecks against your cheeks before looking into your eyes. The both of you let out a small chuckle before leaning back into each other’s arms.

After all the thoughts that have raced in your head today. You didn’t think you’d enter into the new year kissing Iida, that’s for sure.

EJIRO KIRISHIMA 🜸 fem! reader

He’s less confident, more fidgety than usual. And it’s gonna take a lot for him to finally confess to you.

Luckily, Bakugo can help!

"Hey guys!"

The room erupted with cheerful greetings and laughter, but Kirishima couldn't say a word as he watched you walk towards him.

And damn, you looked good.

"Whoa, what's with the new look?" said Denki. You played with your hair in response before speaking. "I don't wanna be cheesy, but new year, new me!" you exclaimed.

"Failed," Bakugo deadpanned.

Smacking your lips, you rolled your eyes before looking at the redhead. "Look Kiri, we're matching!" you exclaimed as you pointed at your head. It was true; both of you were matching.

Bright red hair caressed your face and perfectly matched with your features. Kirishima thought he was looking at an angel. One thing he knows: what's sexier than the color red?

Kirishima looked at you with no words, and usually, he can't stop talking. Sitting there, you waited for his response, but it seemed he was giving you nothing.

"I think he's saying you're drop-dead gorgeous—"

"W-what!" Kirishima cuts off Denki's words, waving his hands defensively. "I didn't say that! I mean, you do look really nice— I'm not saying you're not gorgeous. I-I'm just saying I didn't say that—"

"It's okay Kiri, I understand." You gave him a small smile before waving to the group goodbye and walking away to see everyone else.

"Dude!," Denki snorted.

"You absolutely tanked that; how the hell are you supposed to kiss them if you can't even give them a cohesive compliment?" Sero laughs, which then leads to him and Denki throwing themselves into a fit of laughter.

"Guys!" Kirishima bashfully groans out, trying to distract himself with sorting out the sparklers. A present blush on his cheeks grows as he revels in the situation.

"Hey dunce-face," Bakugo speaks out. Kirishima looks up at the blonde, his face unreadable. "If you don't kiss her, I will." Bakugo places down the remaining sparklers before bumping his shoulder and walking away.

Kirishima watches as Bakugo walks towards you with a smirk. As you turned at him, you smiled and gave him a hug.

Pang.

Kirishima's chest tightens at the sight of his best friend seemingly making moves on his crush. And he knew especially how Kirishima felt about you.

"Kiri… you alright?" Speaks Sero, taking his hand out towards Kirishima's shoulder; he suddenly shoves it out of his grasp.

Kirishima's blood boiled as he watches both of you. Look at you, just canoodling in front of him with no remorse!

Snapping a cluster of sparklers in his hand, he slams his fist down and races over to both of you.

"Oh, shit…" Denki and Sero both say worriedly.

Kirishima walks over towards both of you. Cups in hand, he watched how your body was too close to Bakugo's for his own comfort. Chuckling at whatever Bakugo was saying. Your eyes look over at Kirishima, and you let out a frown.

"Kiri, are you okay?" You say softly. Bakugo then looks up at the redhead, unfazed. "Bakugo, dude, we need to talk," Kirishima says sternly. Bakugo looks at the redhead, observing his clenched fists and red ears; he lets out a dry chuckle before handing you his cup.

"I'm all ears." Bakugo walks behind Kirishima as he leads him into an empty hallway. Turning towards the blond, he erupts.

"What the hell, dude!" He shouts. "What are you doing? You know how much I like Y/n; how could you!" Kirishima says exasperated.

"And what makes you think you're the only one that likes them, eh?" He says with a smirk. His words take Kirishima aback.

Mouth agape, he stutters, "w-what?"

"You heard me. What makes you think it's just you? What if I told you I liked her longer than you've liked her? What if I told you I had the same exact plans you had for tonight?"

Kirishima listens to the blonde in disbelief.

"Dude, you can't do this…" Kirishima whimpers.

"All I'm saying is…" Bakugo steps closer to the redhead. "I tried giving you the benefit of the doubt. But I've grown impatient, and if you're too much of a pussy to make a move; I'm gonna step in and do what I should've done a long time ago."

Bakugo's words dripped with venom as he spoke to his friend. Kirishima blinks before frowning at the blonde.

"You think I'm too pussy?" Kirishima says with a devilish smirk. The blonde looks at him straight-faced, "you've proven my theory so far." Bakugo says, his voice is unwavering as he insults Kirishima.

"Watch me!" Kirishima growls before shoving the blonde away. As he entered back into the common room, the lights were off, and the strobe lights were on.

Each student laughing and having a good time as they began to welcome in the new year. But the only thing on Kirishima's mind was you.

You watched as the redheads eyes were dead-set onto you. You watched with a frown as he stormed up to you. "Kiri, what's wrong—"

"Y/n, I like you!" Kirishima confessed.

Eyes going wide, you became speechless at his words. Kirishima huffs out a breath before speaking again, "I've liked you ever since the entrance exam. I remember seeing you for the first time and thinking to myself—dude, she's so hot!"

"Of course, I never thought I could be your boyfriend though; I mean, I can't even compare! You are drop-dead gorgeous! You're even more than that; you're… you're like Aphrodite or something!—"

Smacking your drink down on a nearby table, you reach forward and grab ahold of the back of Kirishima's neck. With a tight grasp, you smash your lips against his.

Kirishima couldn't even register what was happening at the moment. He felt as if the world was slowing down; the loud noises surrounding him faded away.

Feeling the plushness of your lips and the sweetness of your tongue. Kirishima hums into your lips, tightly holding a grasp of your waist before deepening the kiss.

But in the distance, what Kirishima didn't notice, was his three friends snickering in the distance at the two of you.

"So… are you gonna tell him you were lying the whole time?" Sero quipped. Bakugo leans back into the wall with a sigh, "nah… I'm gonna let his ego have it."

"For now, at least."

For the rest of the night, things went without a hitch. As both of you were able to share a proper New Year's kiss directly at dawn.

➜ DENKI KAMINARI ☻︎ fem! reader

Unlike everyone else, you and Denki made it a mission to have good luck for the upcoming new year.

Especially luck in the romantic department…

(INFO: eating 12 grapes before the clock strikes 12:01 for the new years is a tradition that is supposed to bring in immense luck for the new year. Also, if you wear red underwear this gives you luck romantically for the new year!)

“How long are you gonna wash those grapes?”

“As long as I need to! This has to be perfect if you want this to work, Denki,” you said with a sigh.

“Whatever you say, Y/n…”

Denki watched intently as you relentlessly soaked the grapes over and over again, making sure each and every grape was spotless. With a mischievous grin, he spoke.

“Y’know, I heard you’ll get even better luck if you shove the grapes–“

“Gross!” You shout before letting him finish. Denki laughed before casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

“So, did you also put on red underwear?~” You said. Denki hummed before reaching into his pants and showing you the elastic band. Looking down, you let out a chuckle as you continued washing the grapes meticulously.

“What? Don’t tell me you didn’t—“

“No, don’t worry, I did! You just didn’t have to show me,” you continued to chuckle. Denki smiled before closing in on your personal space.

“And what about you? Gotta prove it too, don’t ya?” He said with a mischievous grin. You gave Denki a look, cheeks rising in heat at his flirtatious words.

Pushing him away softly, you cursed. “Forget it, and help me out, would ya?” You said irritated, trying to soak the big batch of grapes thoroughly.

Denki promptly rolled up his sleeves and began to assist you with the already clean grapes. “I swear, if I don’t get a boyfriend this year, I’m going to off myself,” you spoke.

“Same here, but the other way around?” Denki spoke, momentarily confusing both of you. This led to both of you sharing a hearty laugh. “I’m just saying that your boy is in desperate need of some c’est la vie.”

You looked over and looked at him flatly, “that’s… not even the right saying.” You chuckled before stopping in your tracks.

“I know, smartass.”

“Hey.”

Denki suddenly shut off the water with a quick motion. “I think they’re clean, let’s just set everything up already? The ball drops in 10 minutes!” He said excitedly.

“But—“

Denki shushed you with a quick motion by placing his finger against your mouth. Turning his back towards you, he started to take out plates and arrange them on the table.

You let out a defeated sigh before following his lead. Both of you began to set everything up, distributing plates of grapes to classmates before filling plates for yourselves.

You and Denki then huddled underneath the table with smiles shining bright from ear to ear. “Make way!” said Mina.

Before both of you knew it, several others began to huddle under the table as well. Bodies pressed up against each other, you and Denki were pressed against each other, chest to chest.

You never decided to look up at him, as the only thing separating both of you was now air and Ojiro’s tail…

As the countdown began, you settled the grapes in your lap, excitedly shouting down the final seconds to the new year.

“Five, four, three, two, one!”

Quickly, you and a multitude of others began to stuff the grapes in your mouth, hurriedly making sure the clock didn’t read 12:01. As you were eight grapes in, you looked over and saw Denki’s plate completely filled with grapes.

Looking at him, you frowned. “Why’re you not eating your grapes?” you muffled. Denki looked down with a smile, “you’re so cute with your mouth full like that.”

What.

You paused in your tracks, not even caring about beating the clock. As you chewed and swallowed, you noticed the light pink blush cascading over Denki’s freckled cheeks.

“What did you say?” you spoke.

“C’mere…” Denki mumbled softly as his hands neared your face. Gently taking you in, he pressed his lips against yours. Eyes rolling closed, your hands grew weak, and your plate of four grapes fell to the floor; all that cleaning for nothing, you guess…

Denki snaked his hands around your waist, traveling lower than expected as he deepened the kiss even more.

Thwack!

“Ah!” you shrieked, looking down you noticed Denki was holding out the elastic band of your red panties. Blushing at the sight, you tried your best to push him away, but you couldn’t.

“Wow, are you wearing a thong?” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“Denki!”

HITOSHI SHINSOU ༄ gn! reader

You and Shinsou could really care less for the new year, it was just another day for the both of you.

So you decide that the both of you should be united in misery and spend the night together, and with his cat.

"Here, kitty…”

Whispering playful banter past your younger companion towards the dark grey furball, you watch as their green eyes glow in curiosity at the feathered toy you held in your hand. Wavering it up and down, you chuckled as the cat began to frantically claw at the feathered material.

“Hey, leave her alone; she pisses when she gets too excited,” Shinsou deadpanned. Pulling your lips into a thin, pressed line, you quickly retract the toy and throw it on top of his bed. You watched as the furball suddenly leaped into Shinsou’s lap; he lazily began to pet the cat with his hands and continued to scroll on his phone.

The both of you currently were sitting on the floor of his dorm, lazily watching whatever was on TV until the "hoopla" was over. You knew class 1-A was having a huge party, but you and Shinsou decided to stay behind. Enveloping yourself in the comfortable silence, your eyes grow droopy as the only noise you can hear was the distant noises of the TV playing old cartoon reruns and the obnoxious purring of Shinsou’s cat.

Letting out a deep sigh, you couldn’t deny it...

You were bored as hell.

Quickly turning over, you reach out towards the remote and start to continuously flip through channels until something actually brings you interest. From family game shows to corny reality TV, nothing to you could cure the hole in your chest that was filled to the brim with absolute boredom. Flipping through more channels, you suddenly find the news channels.

You know you didn’t really want to see it, but the ball drop was a guilty pleasure.

Placing a smirk on your lips, you watched the happy citizens of Japan celebrate the welcoming of the new year. You were actually enjoying yourself until you heard a deep sigh on the other end of your ear. Looking in the corner of your eye, you watch Shinsou roll his eyes. Placing his phone down, he watches the TV, his deepened eye bags only making him look even more miserable than he wished to express.

“You just had to turn this on, huh?” Shinsou says aggravated.

“Oh geez, live a little,” you complained as you turned the volume up.

“I’ll start living once you turn the damn TV down,” Shinsou suddenly snatches the remote from your weakened fingertips; letting out a gasp, you try to reach for it back but you couldn’t. Shinsou turns the volume down before tossing it back into your grasp. Cursing him under your breath, you sneakily turn the TV back up by a couple of points before stashing the remote under the bed.

Shinsou scoffs at your actions and continues watching the TV, looking as if he’s being held here against his will. Chuckling to yourself, your eyes suddenly spark up once you realize the ball was beginning to drop. “Look, they’re starting the countdown!” You excitedly pointed towards the screen; Shinsou lets out a dry chuckle at your childlike excitement.

“Ten…nine,” you whispered excitedly towards Shinsou. “Will you back off if I join?” He questioned; you hummed in response, continuing to count down the final seconds of the new year. Rolling his eyes, he begins to count down with you. The both of you begin to sound out the new year together, even though one of them, in reality, would really care less.

“Five, four, three, two, one!” You quietly shouted out happily. “Happy new year, Shinsou!” You chuckled, suddenly reaching over and embracing him into a quick hug before letting go and reaching down to give his cat the same amount of love. The purple-haired man shakes his head at your antics, stealthily reaching behind you and grabbing the remote; he quickly shuts the TV off.

“Wha—”

Shinsou stands from his seat and places the remote on top of the TV, which he knew you’d be too lazy to reach. “Happy New Year,” Shinsou says smugly. He looks down at you, a frown present against your lips as you continue to baby his cat. “What’s your issue, Shinsou?” You accused. Shinsou sits comfortably on his bed, ignoring you completely before scrolling back on his phone.

Scoffing, Shinsou feels the bed sink as your added weight becomes present. You look at him as he continues to give you no attention, smacking your lips; you snatch his phone away from his hands. Rising from the bed, you also place his phone on top of the TV. Which you also knew he was too lazy to reach for. He suddenly lets out a defeated sigh, letting his head fall before combing his fingers through his purple locks.

“If you’re gonna be an ass…you need an actual reason to be one,” you spat. Shinsou lets out a sigh before speaking, “I thought you said you didn’t care for the new year.”

“I mean, I do and I don’t; it’s still a celebration of life. Who doesn’t like to celebrate?” You argued. “Well, you should’ve gone to 1-A’s party then; everyone is over there…” he trailed off.

“I didn’t want to go to that stupid party; it’s too loud. Plus, everyone already knows they don’t like each other…they’re just there for the free chips and dip,” you quipped. Shinsou chuckles at your words, “that’s true.”

“Plus, I kinda wanted to hang out with you anyways. You’re never around when we do parties, so I might as well see what you’re doing…” you mumbled. Shinsou frowned at your words, “so that’s why you’re here? To throw me a pity party?”

“No, not at all!” You defended.

“I came here because I wanted to hang out with you! But it would also be nice if you told me why you don’t hang out with any of us during the class celebrations” you asked curiously. Shinsou leans against the headboard of his and breathes in for a moment, letting out his breath he begins to speak. “Because I just think they’re dumb. When you have a father who basically has lived every single day of his life, it’s just another day with different decorations.”

“Especially New Years?”

“Especially”

“I mean, everyone huddles in a room making empty promises to themselves and stuff their greedy mouths with grapes! And don’t get me started on the kissing—“

“You sound do miserable, Shinsou” you added in. Shinsou was slightly taken aback by your words “No, I sound realistic.”

“Right, realistically miserable.”

“What this sounds like to me is… you’re mad you have no one to kiss this year” you equate with a smirk. Shinsou’s eyebrows lifted at the accusation, “huh?” You let out a chuckle before moving closer towards the miserable purpled haired guy. “It just makes sense, you’re just mad because you don’t have no one to kiss,” you giggled.

Moving even closer to him, Shinsou uncharacteristically reaches out for you. Taking you by the waist, he pushes you against him, holding you in place as you straddle his lap. "And why would ya' think that?"

“Well… You walk around here thinking you’re all high and mighty, but in reality, you’re just tense—backed up,” you mumbled.

As you and Shinsuo's eyelids began to fall, the gap between you started to close. “You could be right…” Shinsuo sinfully admits; this makes you let out a laugh.

Widening the distance between the both of you throws him off guard, his grip on your waist still held tight as he wasn’t going to let go of this opportunity to kiss you of all people.

“So, you’ll let me?” You say innocently, slightly tilting your head. A blush began to form against Shinsuo’s cheeks, but his bashfulness wasn’t going to stop him from being a flirty piece of shit.

“Do what? You gotta use your words,” he spoke softly, teasing you by caressing the sides of your waist. Warmth begins to rush towards your cheeks before continuing.

“Kiss you.”

Shinsuo brings you close again, “hell yeah.”

Closing the distance between the two of you, your lips softly press against each other feverishly.

Maybe, just maybe, Shinsuo might celebrate the next holiday…whenever that is.

HELLO THERE!! Happy new year to all of you! To celebrate I decided to do some headcanons since I haven’t don’t any in so long. Please comment down below and give me feedback of any kind.

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

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❥: @xo-evangeline, @nar00, @king-dynamight, @gold24fish, @lovra974 , @bakugospartner, @gaby-11, @akqsa-xxi, @jolynegf, @goldenglow149, @aliruuiz, @zukowantshishonourback, @ilovedenk-i, @atsushiki, @smolbeanzzz, @lem-hhn, @stevenknightmarc, @ryumiii, @idontevenknowlolls, @lyn07, @kennshifts, @ackerman-suck-3-r, @elegantvoids, @thecurlyhairedgoddess, @sunyrose, @thisbicc, @thekookiecorner, @snxwycloud, @skylardarling, @cosmic-rainstorm, @venus-xxoo, @iluv-ace, @yoonievrse, @chixkadee, @starxsage

#lovelyiida #lovelyiida—katsuki #lovelyiida—ejiro #lovelyiida—tenya #lovelyiida—kaminari #lovelyiida—hitoshi #mha headcanons #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha insert #mha fanfiction #bakugo x reader #iida x reader #shinsou x reader #denki x reader #kirishima x you

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jaegersdevil · 10 months

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˗ˏˋ jaegersdevil's masterlist ˎˊ˗

💋˗ˏˋ 🎸。:*:·ﾟ🎱🧣。:*:·ﾟ🃏ˎˊ˗🐈‍⬛

follower favourites: ✧

attack on titan:

eren jaeger:

one-shots:

: ̗̀➛ tonight you are mine [eren's version] 3k | guitarist!eren | sasha invites you to a gig with her new band. a certain guitarist takes an interest in you.

: ̗̀➛ vodka problems 5k | exes-to-lovers | you and eren are exes, and it's the first party you both attend after the break-up.

: ̗̀➛ intimate moments ✧ 1.3k | a collection of shared moments between you and eren.

: ̗̀➛ western nights 2.2k | western nights by ethel cain, but make it eren.

: ̗̀➛ three plans 3.4k | crush | eren needs help asking you out.

: ̗̀➛ it’s a bad idea, right? [mdni] ✧ 4.5k | exes-to-lovers & smut | seeing your ex after a night out... it's a bad idea, right? : ̗̀➛ prologue to it's a bad idea, right?

: ̗̀➛ iced caramel macchiato 1.8k | coffee shop au | you have a run-in with eren; a man you hate from the moment you see him.

headcanons:

: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons ✧ : ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 2 ✧ : ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 3 ✧ : ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 4 : ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 5 : ̗̀➛ boyfriend!eren headcanons pt 6 : ̗̀➛ summer bf!eren headcanons ✧ : ̗̀➛ when bf!eren gets a basketball injury (headcanons) : ̗̀➛ [college] basketball!eren headcanons

blurbs:

: ̗̀➛ midnight confessions : ̗̀➛ midnight reunion : ̗̀➛ dancing in the rain? : ̗̀➛ jeans

jujutsu kaisen:

satoru gojo:

one-shots:

: ̗̀➛ glitch 4.4k | situationship | based on glitch by taylor swift, or you and satoru are hooking up with no feelings attached. well, at least that was the original plan.

: ̗̀➛ bloodsucker 2.1k | vampire au | a game of cat and mouse in the woods turns into a bloody mess.

: ̗̀➛ my love, mine all mine ✧ 1.6k | just some moments between you and satoru <3

: ̗̀➛ dreamland 1.2k | idiots in love | yaga sends you & gojo on a mission to thailand. feelings are brought to the surface.

: ̗̀➛ treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen 2.1k | you and gojo like each other, that much is obvious. how he goes about it though, your friends aren't the biggest fans (and neither are you).

blurbs:

: ̗̀➛ the lamest prank : ̗̀➛ dog guy ✧ : ̗̀➛ spider in the apartment! ✧ : ̗̀➛ skirt ✧ : ̗̀➛ falling foolishly ✧ : ̗̀➛ bewitched : ̗̀➛ playfight : ̗̀➛ motorcycle : ̗̀➛ uno

headcanons:

: ̗̀➛ boyfriend!gojo headcanons ✧ : ̗̀➛ boyfriend!gojo headcanons pt 2 ✧ : ̗̀➛ boyfriend!gojo headcanons pt 3

ryomen sukuna:

: ̗̀➛ fresh out the slammer ✧ 1.1k | exes | you clean him up after he beats up your hinge date

: ̗̀➛ style ✧ 1.9k | exes to lovers | (cute) moments between you and ex!sukuna

: ̗̀➛ you know how to ball (i know aristotle) 3k | rugbyplayer!sukuna x quizbowl!reader

blurbs:

: ̗̀➛ dad!sukuna ✧✧ : ̗̀➛ girl dad!sukuna!! ✧ : ̗̀➛ shotgunning ✧

megumi fushiguro:

one-shots:

: ̗̀➛ like real people 1.7k | love can still find you even in your darkest hour

nanami kento:

blurbs:

: ̗̀➛ unfocused

choso kamo:

blurbs:

: ̗̀➛ best friend's brother

toji fushiguro:

blurbs:

: ̗̀➛ nightmares

bungo stray dogs:

dazai osamu:

one shots:

: ̗̀➛ red carnations 1.5k | friends to lovers | based on maroon by taylor

: ̗̀➛ die for you 1.4k | established relationship | angsty couple's fight between ex-mafia members, dazai and you!!!!

blurbs:

: ̗̀➛ got lovesick all over my bed : ̗̀➛ chapstick & cherry blossoms ✧ : ̗̀➛ would you kiss me for $100k? ✧

#masterlist #eren jaeger #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #attack on titan masterlist #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #— ann writes!

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⛧ Ghost Masterlist ⛧

My fics are all reader inserts for female, afab or gender-neutral readers. Please check the individual tags for more content information. I loosely structure my fics in multichapter fics, one-shots (over 5k words), ficlets (up to 5k words) and headcanons/blurbs.

multichapter fics:

⛧ I Knew Nothing But Shadows (ongoing, 16/?) 18+ (only on Ao3, f!reader, artist!reader slow-burn with horror/mystery elements)

Curious circumstances and a questionable curse from your childhood led you to becoming the resident artist of the local Satanic Church – and a sinister night you’d truly rather forget. Years later, you’re presented with another chance at proving your artistic worth. Only this time, you’re kind of falling for the awkward anti-pope who sits for you and he is oddly interested in the intricacies of your past that you’re so desperately trying to hide.

Check out the amazing fanart to the story here, here, here, here (18+), here, here, here (18+), here (18+), here. Click here for more posts about the fic.

Many kisses to @delulluart, @nocterish, @rinakosus, @foxybouquet and @ladymorguesblog. Please mind that these contain spoilers ♡

one-shots:

⛧ Honey and Venom (on Ao3, 9.5k words, f!reader) 18+

Or: The four times you fell for your best friend without noticing and the one time you did.

⛧ A Lesson In Patience (Ao3 only, 8k words, f!reader) 18+

You haven't seen your papa all day and while he missed you just as much, he's not going to give you what you want so easily.

ficlets:

⛧ Let Me Help (on Ao3, 2k words, gn!reader, helping Papa do his make-up)

⛧ Don't Make Me Wait (on Ao3, 1.5k words, f!reader, dom!copia smut) 18+

⛧ On your Knees (on Ao3, 1.3k words, gn!reader, smut) 18+

⛧ Rough Day (on Ao3, 1k words, f!reader)

⛧ Pain Relief (on Ao3, 550 words, gn! reader, pain comfort)

⛧ Falling asleep at Copia's desk (480 words, gn!reader, fluff)

⛧ Never Alone (550 words, gn!reader, hurt/comfort)

headcanons:

⛧ Analogue Date Nights and Polaroids (set after chapter 16)

⛧ Click here for more Copia headcanons

multichapter fics:

⛧ Dance Macabre (completed 4/4) (only on Ao3, 15k words, f!reader) 18+

Working with the Cardinal has been the best part of your day for months now, possibly because of your not so small crush on him. A night out with some of the Sisters of Sin gives you the courage to finally tell him – and explore what you really feel for each other.

one-shots:

⛧ 5 Types of Christmas Kisses with Copia (+1) (on Ao3, 8k words, f!reader, festive fluff) – check out this beautiful illustration by @thew0man ♡

You and the cardinal have been tiptoeing around each other for a while now – it’s time to let the festive spirit do the rest.

⛧ A Message from the Bulletin Board (on Ao3, 9k words, gn!reader, Copia posts a lonely hearts ad, sickening fluff ensues) – See the cute art by @tasty-ribz ♡

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad.

ficlets:

⛧ Trust Your Cardinal (on Ao3, 1.5k words, afab!reader, dom!copia smut) 18+

⛧ Bound by Lace (on Ao3, 2.8k words, f!reader, dom pervy copia smut) 18+

⛧ One More (on Ao3, 750 words, gn!reader, lots of kissing)

⛧ How it Feels (on Ao3, 2k words, hurt/comfort, tw: body issues, gn!reader)

⛧ Spring Walk (on Ao3, 1.4k words, anxiety comfort, gn!reader)

⛧ Ouch (on Ao3, 1.3k words, gn!reader, fluff)

headcanons:

⛧ Date Night Polaroids

ficlets, drabbles:

⛧ No Games (on Ao3, 1.6k words, gn!reader, friends to lovers ficlet)

⛧ Better Than Your Hands (on Ao3, 1.1k words, f!reader, smut) 18+

one-shots:

⛧ Unprecedented (on Ao3, 12.7k words, gn!reader, contains smut) – see this cute illustration by @tasty-ribz 18+

Working with Secondo is only half as bad as people make it seem – at least until you fall in love with each other. Or: The four times you almost get Secondo to admit his feelings for you and the one time you succeed.

⛧ Friday Nights at the Vinothek (on Ao3 in three chapters, 26k words, vampire!secondo, gn!reader, romance, horror, smut, Part 2 of the Friday Nights Series) – check out this cool animation by @tasty-ribz ♡ 18+

When the local vintner who buys his cigarettes at the kiosk you work at offers you a job you can’t believe your luck. But after moving to the vineyard where the attraction between you only grows, you soon realize that he is not quite who you thought – and that working for a vampire comes with unexpected dangers.

ficlets:

⛧ Peppermint Oil & Kisses (on Ao3, 1.6k words, gn!reader, fluff)

⛧ Of Lemon Tarts and Tiny White Rabbits (on Ao3, 4.6k words, f!reader, regency AU)

⛧ His Body and Blood (on Ao3, 2.6k words, gn!reader, ANGST, you try to resurrect secondo, contains gore/horror elements)

⛧ Starved (on Ao3, 1.6k words, afab!reader, just smut) 18+

⛧ Heavens Away (on Ao3, 2.8k words, f!reader, loving, affectionate smut) 18+

⛧ Skin to Skin (on Ao3, 400 words, gn!reader, fluff)

headcanons:

⛧ General SFW headcanons

⛧ Click here for more Secondo headcanons

one-shots:

⛧ Friday Nights at the Cinema Club (on Ao3, 14k words, vampire!primo, gn!reader, romance, horror, smut, Part 1 of the Friday Nights Series) – See this amazing fanart to the fic ♡ 18+

The handsome old gentleman who attends the late night showings is certainly the best part about your small town weekend job. But as the gentle attraction between you slowly begins to bloom, you realise that there’s more to him than meets the eye – and promptly find yourself chased into the woods by an unexpected monster.

ficlets:

⛧ The Devil's Ivy (on Ao3, 900 words, gn!reader, wholesome fluff)

any or multiple Papas:

⛧ Soft, Sleepy Sex with the Papas (on Ao3, 4.8k words in total, 1k-1.4k for each Papa, f!reader) – look at the Terzo art by @ghuleh-recs ♡ 18+

⛧ Ghosting (on Ao3, 2.5k words, any Papa x gn!reader, sick care ficlet)

⛧ Coffee HCs for the Papas (+ tasty-ribz's art)

⛧ Click here for more Papa headcanons

multichapter fics:

⛧ Ziplocked Love | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 – 18+ (on Ao3, 20k words total, dew x f!reader, 18+, completed)

Dewdrop and you start preparations for their upcoming tour early. Just the prospect of being parted is more than you two can bear, so you’re finding ways to cope. Shenanigans ensue.

If you want to support me, please consider reblogging my work, leaving comments or kudos :)

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"#hey I have a serious headcanon that multiple of Gotham's elite were worried about or invested in Bruce's future#not even for court of owl reasons#but because he had the power and wealth to the alter the city the same way his parents did#falcone even tried killing him a bunch"

PLEASE talk more about this i'm begging. I want to hear all about this!!! Go into as much detail as you want but i'd absolutely read a 5k essay on this if you feel up to it

Though this isn't quite a 5K essay, you may come to regret asking lol. But I'm delighted to answer the question (thanks for asking):

Firstly, I guess to set up some Gotham lore, Gotham's a city of seemingly endless opportunity and is subject to constant power grabs. I think Black Mask once listed all the different factions that squabble over Gotham (street gangs, crime families et cetera). One of these groups is the Court of Owls (the society that secretly controls Gotham), made up of Gotham's oldest and wealthiest families.

And Batman comics make a point of repeatedly drawing attention to its key families, Kanes, Waynes, Elliots, Cobblepots (and the Arkhams too should you like to include them). There's an undue influence and importance they wield over the city.

But despite all the different forces that are competing to reshape Gotham in their image, it's the spectre of the Waynes that looms over it all.

This actually makes a lot of sense, since as some of the founders of the city, they were literally involved in creating the city's skyline and appearance. And then past that, there are so many instances and references to how Thomas and Martha (Kane or Arkham) were set on changing the city entirely (possibly a deviation from their more traditional ancestors).

This is the beginning of the loss of control for many others over the city (such as Gotham's wealthy and elite). Even smaller decisions, like Thomas' choice to save Carmine Falcone's life have major repercussions for the city.

The Waynes had a ton of power, buildings and institutions around Gotham hold their name. They were untouched by their potential criminal ties as they reconstructed the city, but it was clear that they were earning the hatred of a lot of powerful players. This includes the Court of Owls (historians still argue)/others, and if you're a fan of the TellTale game, it's clear that Bruce's family may have actually destroyed and usurped power from some of these other powerful families.

Regardless, Thomas and Martha's shocking deaths created a massive power vacuum that everyone would have jumped to take advantage of. And aside from gaining control over the city, all the old-money families would have wanted control over Bruce Wayne.

Because of the deaths of his parents, Bruce becomes a wildcard; he's the sole inheritor of Wayne Enterprises, all the money, power, and prestige his parents wielded. And in a way, it's almost like all the Waynes have some divine right/eldtrichy power over Gotham, by virtue of their fascinating blood line (or just their money).

So everyone would have been trying to control him/adopt him/use his access in the wake of trauma and exploit his age. When it didn't work, they likely all just settled into a stalemate of waiting for him to make moves so they could decide how much of a threat/ally he was.

In a comic I read (I'm sure there are other examples too, can't recall as I answer this), Carmine Falcone tries to kill Bruce Wayne via hired assassin, well after it's been established that nobody's even seen Bruce for a while. Carmine hears that Bruce could be at a party and sends an assassin with both a potent neurotoxin and a sword to ensure the job is done. So long after the deaths of his parents, these concerns of Gotham's warring factions continue.

And once Bruce starts acting on his vision for the city, one that aligns so well with Martha and Thomas' plans for Gotham, he likely cements himself as a threat yet again, and one that hasn't been schooled by his old-money parents in the games and underlying politics of Gotham.

So to continue on the line of thought that the tags came from: Regardless of what choices Bruce eventually makes -> I doubt that the Gotham elite wanted him making them without their influence

As a side note, because I'm kind of obsessed with the lineages that rule Gotham, if you look at Oswald Cobblepot, even as a crime lord descended from the Cobblepots, he's not just a street-level crook, but he also shapes the city.

#I hope this 500 word (or more) thing was what you wanted anon #sorry if this sucks I typed it up between classes as one stream of barely consciousness word vomit #I'm actually quite curious to hear what you make of this #or anyone else for that matter #sorry if I got stuff wrong lol #bruce wayne #batman #gotham #gotham city #dc comics #anon asks #asks answered #the waynes #thomas wayne #martha wayne #gotham's founding families

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My 2023 Fanfiction Wrapped

Hi everyone! It's ya boi spreadsheets back with another fanfiction wrapped! This time I actually took the time to make it look really pretty (see: I half assed this in Google Slides for my discord server's swampmas wrapped event lmao).

Without further ado, here's what I read this year.

2023 Fanfiction Mini Guide

These are fics I rated 7/7 stars on my guide that I would FULLY recommend everyone read if you're into these fandoms or ships.

Stranger Things

Gen (Steve & Robin)

As He Sinks Just Like A Stone by saintmares | Rated T | 5k

The words "Steve Harrington is sooo strong" had always made Robin Buckley roll her eyes. After all, what did it matter if some stupid jock just so happened to use his muscles a bit more than other people? But when her life comes crashing down inside a secret underground Russian elevator, Robin finds a new appreciation for the strengths of Steve Harrington... at least until she has a startling realization about her best friend and his fleeting mortality as the Party patches up his demo-bat bites.

Steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) by OonionChiver | Rated E | 140k (background Ronance)

‘I think,’ Steve says slowly, reaches for Eddie’s abandoned, untouched beers. ‘You don’t know me very well.’

‘I don’t know you at all, man. I don’t really want to.’

Steve’s throat works. It’s subtle, but Eddie sees it. He hides it with a swig of beer, but when he sets it down, his smile isn’t quite so bright. Twice as sharp, though.

‘The self-centred asshole who can only be decent to a single human being, I get it. It works for you.’ Then he takes a thick, heavy breath. The alcohol is hitting him, Eddie can tell. ‘And I am being civil. I’m here, aren’t I? You have any idea how hard it is for me to be here?’

‘In a bar?’

Steve doesn’t answer.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Stomco (Star/Tom/Marco)

Monster Carvers by Raikim4Never | Not Rated | 70k (unfinished, but I think about it every day of my fucking life)

Fourteen years after Princess Star Butterfly is kidnapped from her cradle, a terrorist attack on The Underworld results in Prince Tom Lucitor being sent to stay on Earth. Meanwhile, the Monster Carvers plot to bring an end to all non-Mewmans, and Ludo learns of rumors that Tom was given the Butterfly wand for safekeeping…

High School Musical

Chyan (Chad/Ryan)

I Still Don't Dance by Rozavie | Rated G | 20k

Chad Danforth never thought that he would find himself here—washed up, past thirty, teaching at a high school, and divorced. Basically, everything in his life has gone up in flames. No longer being able to play his favorite sport, and coming off of an exhausting (although amicable) separation, Chad decides that it's time to focus on what he can control. Primarily, raising his daughter. As long as she's happy and healthy, Chad thinks that he can manage to be as well.

But when an old friend from high school stumbles back into his life, Chad's world gets just a little more interesting.

Boy Meets World

Cory/Shawn/Topanga

For a good time, call by feyrelay | Rated M | 3k

This headcanon lives rent-free in my head, constantly, and I was so disappointed in how GMW handled a lot of the adult relationships and stickier topics, that I just had to write this. It just might rot your teeth.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zukka (Sokka/Zuko)

like the sun inside you by ofherlionheart | Rated M | 200k (Unfinished)

Sokka's expression is caught somewhere between determined and pissed off when he says, “I know you think this is your responsibility. But you’re not going to be alone in this. This is why we’re building you a council.”

“I know,” Zuko says.

“And the only way you’re going to die having done nothing but sit in meetings is if you let yourself do that. You’re not a bad leader if you take a break now and then.”

Zuko scowls. “What, so people can then say at least my father wasn’t lazy?”

Sokka tilts his head. “Don’t you think there’s a difference between laziness and, I don’t know, choosing life and happiness in spite of a terrible dad who tried to take both from you?”

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Zuko is sixteen years old when he’s handed a crown, a throne, and a hundred-year ancestral legacy of colonial imperialism. He’s not scared of the work; he’s scared of being consumed by the responsibilities and burdens he’s claimed. What Zuko doesn’t quite realize, yet, is that he’s not alone in this.

(do you take this jerk to be) your one and only by jatersade | Rated T | 55k

Under the leadership of Fire Lord Iroh, the Fire Nation has made every attempt to restore peace and make amends for the harm they inflicted during the Seventy-Year War. Their newest proposal is a literal proposal: a marriage to unite the Fire Nation and the Water Tribes.

The Fire Nation offers Prince Zuko’s hand.

The Water Tribes offer Princess Yue’s.

Sokka is apparently the only person in the world who has a problem with any of this.

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic | Rated T | 144k

Chief Arnook never assigns Sokka to protect Princess Yue, so he goes to fight the Fire Nation with the other men. When the moon dies, and the ocean spirit takes its revenge, Sokka is caught standing on the deck of a Fire Nation ship. Sokka should have drowned… and he would have drowned, if not for a certain Fire Nation raft fleeing the North Pole.

[An enemies-to-lovers season 2 rewrite, where Sokka is separated from the gaang during the Siege of the North, and travels the Earth Kingdom with Zuko instead].

War Crimes by Lovely_Elbow_Leech | Rated M | 90k (MAJOR CONTENT WARNING FOR SA, CHILD SA, TORTURE, MURDER, AND VIOLENCE - PLEASE READ THE TAGS AND CONTENT WARNINGS)

Book one ends with two major diffrences: 1. Sokka went on the mission with Hahn (it did not go well) 2. Zhao survives the North Pole and that proves unfortunate for everybody (except Zhao, obviously)

Imprisoned on Zhao’s war ship, Sokka and Zuko have to work together to survive. They are not very enthusiastic about this prospect.

And they argue.

A lot.

War games by Lovely_Elbow_Leech | Rated M | 428k (MAJOR CONTENT WARNING, TORTURE, VIOLENCE, MURDER - Unfinished)

After the events of War Crimes, Sokka and Zuko have escaped Zhao’s warship and are fleeing across the Earth Kingdom. As well as unfamiliar terrain, they have to navigate their shared trauma, work out where they fit into the war, and their place in each others lives.

Sokka is aware that being friends with the enemy is going to bring complications, but he probably should have guessed that being friends with Zuko in particular, was going to be a bit like dunking your head repeatedly into a bucket of angry Fire Ferrets.

Katara is also grappling with the confusion of befriending an enemy, something that doesn’t prove as difficult as she had expected with the bond of shared, furious grief bridging old wounds. (Learning a new way to look at her bending doesn't hurt either)

Azula, struggling with the Fire Lord’s mistrust, encounters a few nasty surprises and has to make some difficult decisions. Luckily, she is a great deal better at making sensible choices than her brother.

Her father may have made a slight tactical error.

In the Soft Light by CHSfic | Rated T | 84k

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

Moon Spirit Sokka AU

These Things Written by Erisenyo | Rated E (Underage) | 222k

The letter was never supposed to be read, least of all by Sokka. But then, things happen every day that aren’t supposed to, in war.

Or,

On a particularly hopeless night, Zuko sends out a messenger hawk to nowhere. He didn’t realize that his messenger hawk is deeply committed to completing the job. And that Sokka happens to be traveling straight through nowhere, at the time.

These Things Known by Erisenyo | Rated E (Underage) | 400k (Third in series! There is a second one between These Things Written and These Things Known)

[Aang cuts him a quick, guilty look. “I didn’t mean to imply that you…”

Sokka raises his eyebrows. “That I…Focus on the present to the point of blindly committing to enormously questionable courses of action with significant long-term ramifications because they’re gratifying in the immediate moment, which is particularly concerning as our chief Maker of Plans?”

“Uh—That’s basically…Yeah.”]

Surrounded by danger and doubts, separated by war and one irrevocable decision—after the world of just-Sokka-and-Zuko crashes into the world of everything else, what comes next?

Or,

What happens when trusting someone suddenly means something far different out in the world than it did in the space of a Ba Sing Se teashop?

I'll Share the Moon, if You'll Share the Sun by anarchycox | Rated M | 400k

An alternate world where Iroh leads a coup against Ozai on the eclipse and wins the throne for Zuko. The southern water tribe hadn't sent men to fight in thirty years, instead protecting their home, laying traps, using guerilla tactics so the fire nation gave up fighting them.

Sokka and Katara found Aang, but being frozen in ice for a hundred years has ramifications and for almost four years the tribe focuses on healing the avatar.

Zuko is advised for continued peace to have an arranged marriage outside the fire nation. The best option is a the child of the chief of the southern tribe. Katara is in love with Aang and is heartbroken, but will do her duty for her people. Sokka finds a loophole that they can carefully and craftily exploit.

Aka they lie. They lie so hard and Sokka becomes the one betrothed to Fire Lord Zuko. He is sure there will be no consequences to the plan. Certainly not going to fall in love with the man he is lying to. At all. Nope indeedy, no love on the menu. Dang it.

Everything That I Am Not by Benedick | Rated T | 85k (Unfinished)

Sokka isn’t stupid. Not that his sister is, mind you (at least, he’d never call her that to her face now that she’s honed her waterbending), or any of the rest of Team Avatar, although sometimes it feels like he’s living in a different world from the rest of them — a world where running out of food means starving, and walking into a town full of firebenders with the Avatar in tow will get you killed, rather than help you free a beaten-down Earthbender colony.

Anyways.

Sokka isn’t stupid, which is why he laughs directly in Aunt Wu’s face when she tells him that he will marry the Fire Lord.

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locked tomb fic, to be updated whenever possible.

ao3. alt.

RATED T:

the same mistake: campal slice of life, 2k.

drama in the library consumes palamedes, and camilla gives him a manicure to make up for it.

my love, i am the speed of sound: campal relationship study, 15k.

In which Camilla is upsettingly prone to injury; Palamedes experiences his first fictional crush; wounds are tended; childhood honor is defended; research is conducted; and baths are taken. (Or: a 5+1 exploration of Camilla's various scars, from Palamedes' perspective).

leftovers: corona pov campal, 4k.

Coronabeth Tridentarius observes, waits, and wants what she can't have.

hold close & snug: campal fluff, 1k.

Unfortunately, Camilla has morning plans.

intricate rituals: campal slice of life, 5.7k.

Palamedes attempts to convince Cam to pierce his ears.

the hands that beckon: cam-centric campal, 3k.

Camilla Hect takes a bath, thinks about the Warden, and has an awkward conversation with Nona.

some moments last forever: pyrrha pov musing on cam's suicidality, background campal, 3k. part one of a series.

A post-Nona no-Paul AU.

a white and soundless place: nona pov campal fluff, 2k. part two of a series.

Nona has a nightmare and seeks Camilla and Palamedes' comfort.

as in a mirror, dimly: campal, 2.5k. part three of a series.

Some time after his resurrection, Cam wakes Palamedes in the middle of the night.

grasping organ: griddlehark post-canon AU, 3.7k.

Gideon and Harrow discuss her newfound state of being (dead), the weather (rainy), and their relationship to each other (honestly, who knows).

something about mouths: campal pre-canon fluff, 2.6k.

An attempt is made.

snip snip: gideon/cam university AU, 2k.

“Uh,” she says. She traces her fingers down the curve of her own skull, brushing through her neglected undercut. It's getting way too long. “If you have time this afternoon.” “I do.” “Could you—if you’re down—” Cam quirks a single impatient eyebrow. “Shave my head?” finishes Gideon, her words running into each other anxiously. “Please?”

RATED M:

not quantum physics: campal demi4demi headcanon, 4.6k.

It becomes obvious to Palamedes that he approaches relationships differently than his cavalier. Cam entertains a lady friend. Juno hosts office hours. Internal Affairs does not yet secure their comeuppance.

introductions: reader/abigail/magnus with a healthy helping of worldbuilding, 4.8k.

Your relationship with Abigail changes. You can't help but get a little nervous.

kissing lessons: campalnona That NTN Hand Kiss But On The Mouth, 16k.

PALAMEDES SAYS A BAD WORD - NONA VISITS THE LAUNDROMAT - CAM DOES A CROSSWORD - EXPERIMENTING WITH BRAIDS - SOME KISSING - PYRRHA FINDS OUT - THE JOYS OF ICE WATER

Consensual Workplace Relationship: campal pre-canon fluff, 2.8k.

Tipsy closet makeouts. That's it. That's the fic.

put your sweet lips (on my lips): jodybeth pre-canon practice kissing, 4k.

Judith attends Coronabeth's eighteenth birthday party. Coronabeth tells her a secret, and together, they do their best to remedy her problem. Judith is repressed. Coronabeth is not.

Curtain Call: whumptober campal & campyrrha, 2k.

The Sixth's Grand Lysis goes wrong. Pyrrha Dve is left to pick up the pieces.

RATED E:

move (like grey skies): campal dom/sub, 10k.

“I have been,” says Palamedes crisply, the minute Camilla enters the apartment, “a very bad boy.” Cam spares him a side-glance, a flick of brown eyes toward him as she sets down her bag on the kitchen chair. She looks unimpressed. Her bangs are glued to her forehead with sweat; her tank top clings to her skin, soaked through the back. The line of her sports bra is clearly visible through the fabric. “All right,” she says.

taste your beating heart: campal somnophilia, 5k.

Cam is still asleep when Palamedes wakes up. He takes the opportunity to adore her.

A Titty Nature: camgideon, 1k.

Kissing, et cetera.

Standard Procedure: campal medical kink, 3k.

In the end, Cam doesn’t wear a nurse’s outfit: she borrows a white lab coat from some unspecified department, ties up her hair into a short, bobbing ponytail, and clips a pen to her breast pocket. She is wearing a pair of reading glasses that sit low on her nose—Kiana’s, Palamedes thinks, but he’s not certain. The whole of this does more to him, vis-a-vis the situation in his trousers, than he’s willing to admit.

Look At This Photograph: camgideon, 10k.

Cam's other girlfriend, a hobbyist photographer, enjoys taking erotic photos of her when she gets the chance. Gideon wants in.

C. familiaris: harrow/alecto petplay, 4k.

“Yes,” says Alecto. She speaks with a strange cadence, a sort of half-nervousness that sparks somewhere beneath Harrow’s sternum. “I have been an abomination, and I have been a human girl—I would like to be a dog.”

fearful passage: kiriona/ianthe necrophilia roleplay, drabble.

Ianthe and Kiriona play a game.

What the Doctor Ordered: campal genderfuckery, feat. transmasc pal in a femme nurse's outfit, 5k.

Palamedes gets a package.

Good Girl: tridentariicest petplay, 1k.

Coronabeth is Ianthe's big dicked bimbo puppy. Ianthe's into it.

the soft animal of your body: camnona omegaverse, 3k.

Nona goes into heat.

#i didn't like how the old one was formatted so i redid it - apologies if i'm clogging anyone's dash #quinn txt #the locked tomb #my fic #pinned

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layla4567 · 11 months

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*:･ﾟ✧Celtic ballad*:･ﾟ✧

Listen to these two songs to get better involved in the story <;3 "Teir Abhaile Riu" and "Tír na nÓg"

Pairing: Loki x Pleb fem reader

Summary: A summer solstice party is held in Asgard, everyone was invited, including you. The Odinson brothers look at the crowded ballroom until they look at you, Thor's is fun and warm, Loki's is more skeptical and distrustful

Warnings: maybe a little angst? Thor and Loki fighting for y/n, Loki being a bit jealous and a lot of fluff

Word count: 5k (sheesh)

A/N: This story will have many detailed scenarios before meeting Loki (your life, where you live and with whom) if you don't like that the pace is a bit slow you can read my other Loki stories which are not very long (I don't have many but already I'll write more 😉) or my headcanons: Nightmare, Loki as a father, Imagine with Loki, Another headcanon of Loki

You were sitting at your dining room table finishing lunch when firm knocks sounded at the door of your house. Your mother got up from the table and went to see who it was. When she opened the door, an elegantly dressed man smiled at your mother and handed her a piece of paper that seemed to be a letter.

"Good morning ma'am, I have come to deliver this to you from Asgard. I hope not to late in answering"

And before she could open her mouth, the elegant man withdrew as quickly as he had appeared. Your mom stood near the entrance confused and took the letter out of its envelope. When she began to read, she gasped and fell sitting on the nearest sofa, feeling her legs weaken.

"What's wrong mom?"

You looked at her worriedly hoping it wasn't bad news.

"T-the princes of Asgard invited you to a dance.."- she said almost in a whisper

You choked on what you were drinking and started coughing

"What did you just say?!"-now still seated you looked at your mother with shredded eyes

she approached you and with a wide smile she repeated again

"You just got invited to the Midsummer Ball, sweetheart. Isn't that amazing?"

You jumped up with a frown in confusion and snatched the invitation from your mother's hands. You read it quickly, your eyes moved from left to right and your face softened until a smile appeared on your lips

"I was invited to the Midsummer Ball!!!"

"I'm so happy for you honey!"

you screamed with excitement and started jumping while your mother opened her arms, hugged you and jumped with you

Your head was going a thousand per hour thinking what you were going to wear or where you got the clothes, but one question, the most important of all, occupied your entire mind. Why you? Why did they invite a small-town girl like you? They didn't know you at all.

Your mother noticed that so with a hand on your shoulder she said sweetly

"Don't worry sweetie, I promise we'll get everything you need to go to the big dance"

You lived in a humble house in a town next to Asgard, you weren't a millionaire but you weren't that poor either, let's say you managed to pay for everything. You helped your mother with her beautiful flower shop that she had in the center of the popular square, she wrapped the flowers and you sold them with a happy song to the people who passed by, sometimes you even danced with the bouquets of flowers as if they were gentlemen . Most of the people saw you surprised but in the end they ended up enchanted by the grace of your ballerina movements. You two were inseparable, since your father's death you did everything together

"Thanks mom"-You looked at her tenderly, thanking her with your gaze

She smiled

"Alright!, what do you think if we go now to look for some nice dress?"

"Oh right now? But don't you have to open your stall at the flower shop?"

"Oh honey that can wait, first I want to find something that will enhance my girl's beauty"

She made a gesture with her hand as if she were dismissing it as she grabbed your arm and they went together towards the stores, but not before grabbing a purse with some coins.

Living near Asgard was incredible, you could see the great golden palace on the horizon rising like a mountain, and when the sun's rays reflected off it, it cast a brilliant golden light over the town. Still arm in arm, you and your mother walked towards the store windows. They were all very pretty, there were clothes of all sizes, shapes and colors. You weren't sure what to wear, you didn't want to attract too much attention but it was a gala dance and you couldn't go so simple. There were short, long, tulle or lace dresses. You were undecided so your mother wanted to help you

"How about this here?"

She had pointed out a pink dress with a wide bell skirt, the sleeves were also large and gathered that ended in a white bow. It wasn't exactly ugly but it wasn't to your liking either. You smiled thinking that your mother had chosen it because when you were a child you loved pink and big bows. Laughing softly you answered

"This beautiful mother but I'm not seven years old anymore, you know?"

She looked at you with an offended gesture and wrinkled eyebrows, you couldn't suppress a laugh when you saw her like that.

"Well, excuse me, miss, but if I go with you to buy the best dress, then I can also have an opinion."

"And that's what I like about you"

you squeezed his arm lovingly as you rested your head on his shoulder tenderly. Your mother's expression loosened, revealing a lopsided smile.

They kept walking and going through more stores until out of the corner of your eye you spotted a dress that made you stop while your mother kept walking. On the mannequin she had exposed the most beautiful and vaporous dress you had ever seen. The skirt was wide but not so wide that you couldn't walk in it, it was apple green and the fabric looked like some kind of multi-layered organza. On the neckline there were flowers of various colors sewn by hand and the sleeves fell below the shoulders, they were also made of tulle and were fitted at the wrists. Your mother, noticing that you stayed behind, turned around looking at you curiously and asked

"What happened? did you see something you liked?"

But you couldn't speak, your mouth was open and your eyes shone like diamonds. You have never seen such a beautiful dress. Your mother came closer and smiled

"Ah, I see. Yes, it's a beautiful dress, if it's the one you want I'll buy it for you. Come on"

She had to drag you by the arm because you couldn't take your eyes off that dress. When they entered the store, an affable-looking older man greeted them, smiling until his little eyes crinkled into two parallel lines.

"Hello ladies, how can I help you?"

"Hello sir, we would like to know the price of that green dress from there"-your mother said pointing to the mannequin

But when the price came out of the man's mouth, your entire smile vanished in an instant. It was too expensive for you and you both knew it. Your mother looked at you sadly, you looked like a downcast puppy.

"Umm I'm afraid we don't have that much money"

The old man looked at them carefully and seeing your sad face his heart softened. Maybe that's why he suggested the following

"I see… let's make a deal, here I also have fabrics to sell. What do you think if I give you the fabrics I have and you can make whatever you want?"

"Would you really do that for us? So it's a deal! How much do we owe?"

You started to count the coins you had in your purse but the old man raised his hand to stop you

"No please, it's free. I just want to make a beautiful little lady like you happy. It's obvious that you longed for that dress. It's the least I can do for you."

After choosing the fabrics that the man showed you, you chose some of tulle and in lilac. You greeted him effusively with a pearly smile and you trotted off to your house together with your mother.

You never thought that it would be so difficult to cut and make a dress, or anything in general. You were sitting on your bed with the lilac fabric on your skirt and a needle and thread in your hand. You were not a dressmaker, you did not have a mannequin to see how the dress would look. You were desperate because you hadn't made any progress and there were only a few hours left for the dance to start. A few soft knocks knocked on your door

"Baby it's me, I'm coming in"

When your mother came in and saw you in that desolate state with the cloth resting in your hands, a tender expression appeared on her face.

"Listen y/n, I know you have problems with the creation of your dress, that's why I wanted to lend you this."

You recently realized that your mother was carrying something hidden in her hands, until she took it out of her back showing it to you with a triumphant smile.

"No mama, Ii can't"

You opened your eyes and straightened up when you saw what your mother was holding. It was the white wedding dress that she had kept for years like a treasure. She walked over to your bed and sat next to you.

"Please, I want you to wear it tonight, nothing would make me happier."

"But-.."

You took the beautiful dress in your hands, a wave of regret and grief washed over you. you remembered your father without meaning to. A sad smile hung on your lips. You didn't want that dress to be spoiled, it was the only thing left of your father's memory even though it wasn't really his. Your mom, noticing it, placed her hand affectionately on yours, her soft and warm touch made you feel better.

"Don't worry, you don't have to unstitch it. Just sew the fabric you have and make any arrangements you want, then I can easily remove them, it's just so you have a base to start from. I know you will know how to take care of it"

You hugged her tightly while you tried to hide the tears that welled up in your eyes, it was an admirable gesture that she was making. Finally your dream would come true

......

A few minutes later your dress was ready. Originally it was white and with long sleeves ending in a point that joined your middle finger, it had a deep V neckline and the skirt was long but simple. You had added a kind of improvised bustier with the lilac fabric where you sewed some flowers that you had on hand. In the skirt part you added a cape that wrapped the original skirt but opened in front and you also embroidered some ornaments and more flowers. It was not what you expected but you were satisfied, the tulle was soft and made the dress look more vaporous

When your mother entered your room to see if you had finished, she was stunned to see what you had achieved with some simple fabrics. She approached what was her wedding dress and her eyes shone with emotion. When he saw you his eyes were wet

"I didn't dare to add anything else to it, I thought the dress was already pretty in itself, don't you mind?"

you asked worried when you saw that the tears wanted to appear in your mother's eyes but then she smiled and gave you a warm hug that you returned gratefully

"It's perfect daughter, I'm not upset at all"

´"Wouldn't you mind combing my hair, mom?"

She smiled again, happy to be able to help you, guided you to your dressing table and pulled out the chair for you to sit down. She began to untangle your long hair, combing it first with her fingers and then with a thick-bristled brush. Strands of hair cascaded below your shoulders to your chest. You watched with loving patience as your mother made a hairstyle for you. A simple high bun with her hair loose and wavy, she even placed a pretty pearl trim on top of the bun she had made. You looked in the mirror and you looked radiant, your mom wrapped her hands around your shoulders as she brought her face closer to one side of yours without stopping to look at your reflection

"You look like a real princess"

You blushed and looked down. Your mother always knew how to flatter you and make you feel comfortable with your appearance. She also helped you put on the dress and the shoes, which were simple ones that you had for special occasions, they had a medium heel and were beige. They didn't go well with the dress but the skirt was so long that it covered them. Outside the sun had almost set and it was a bit dark. Suddenly you looked at the clock that hung on your wall wondering what time it was. It was 7:30 and you had to be at the palace at 8:00! You didn't realize how fast time went by as you sewed and sewed. But there was a bigger problem: how were you going to get there? You almost always traveled on foot or on a horse you rented at the stables, but now you needed something faster.

"Mama, how will I get to the palace?"

Your mother's smile faded for a moment trying to think how she could take you to your destination. She was going to open her mouth to answer you when there were knocks on the front door. They rushed to the door to find out who it was, when they opened they were surprised to see the same elegant man who had given them the invitation that same afternoon. Your gaze drifted to what was behind the man and you almost fell from the shock. A beautiful cart drawn by two horses, one white and the other black, was waiting for you. More than a cart, it looked like a royal carriage. It was decorated with gold and silver colored ribbons that dangled and swayed in the breeze, and there were also floral bouquets.

"Ma'am, your transportation awaits"-the man said without stopping smiling

You were still recovering from the shock when your mother chuckled and cupping your face with both hands planted a soft kiss on your pointy nose.

"Go fulfill your dream, daughter"-she said caressing your face

You climbed into the carriage in disbelief of your lucky break and waved at your mom as she yelled "Good luck!". The following you remember very briefly, everything happened so fast. You were going straight to the great ball in Asgard, you couldn't even stop to admire the scenery, you were anxious to meet the princes. But you were also assailed by doubts. What should you do as soon as you arrive or who should you greet? You had no idea how they lived in Asgard and its protocols, but you'd find out along the way.

Getting out of the carriage and reaching the grand entrance you had to throw your head back until your neck hurt. The great golden arcade no longer shined as much as it did during the day, but still a soft yellow glow could be appreciated, as if it had its own light. You went up the stairs marveling at so much luxury. You were greeted by gentlemen with long, braided hair bowing to you, timidly you returned the gesture. You walked down a long corridor, everything seemed to shine as if it were a freshly polished mirror. You were afraid of getting lost but you calmed down when you heard happy voices and saw the great hall full of people. You felt somewhat overwhelmed by so many elegantly dressed people, you took a look at your dress and felt somewhat out of place with the place. Women with extravagant hairstyles and expensive dresses, even men in glittering capes. But the important thing was that you were there and there was no going back.

You were apart from the crowd near a column wringing your hands and playing with your fingers with sheer nerve, you wondered if it had been a good idea to come. People walked from here to there talking. You entertained yourself looking at their clothes or the structure of the room with great admiration in your eyes. But for some reason the two people that everyone expected to see (especially you) don't appreciate yet.

Suddenly, as if your wishes had been heard, there was silence in the great hall and an imposing figure appeared followed by a tall man with black hair and another equally tall (or more) with blond hair.

"It is a pleasure to have you here tonight, I know you have come a long way for this occasion. Without further ado, I begin the summer solstice dance"

It was Odin father, his voice was solemn and he opened his arms when he spoke as if he wanted to cover all space. On the left was Loki, he had long hair but not as long as his brother that reached his shoulders. He was wearing his case of golden horns and his green leather suit with cape. His gaze was on the horizon and he could perceive a gesture of indifference or annoyance, he didn't seem very amused with the idea of this dance. On the right was Thor, he was the complete opposite of his brother, he smiled from ear to ear and sometimes winked at a girl he saw. He had on his red cape and his silver armor with black touches. Thor was having a good time.

The music began to play and everyone (individually or with a partner) began to dance in the center of the floor. But you were too self-conscious to dance. The presence of Loki and Thor made you nervous. You both seemed handsome and to make matters worse they watched all the people from the throne together with their father, as if they were watching us. You began to move uncomfortable through the space without knowing what to do, people were dancing and you were standing there like a fool

Thor smiling approached his brother's side both still standing

"So? what do you think brother?"

Loki glared at his brother in annoyance, then hissed.

"I already told you that I don't enjoy this kind of meetings.."

"Oh c'mon, you can't live like a bitter all your life"

Thor nudged Loki friendly and laughing which caused the black-haired boy to close his eyes in frustration and impatience.

"Plus it's fun to watch people dance, you never know who you're going to meet. You might even find a cute girl to settle down with."

Thor raised his eyebrows playfully and Loki just sighed rolling his eyes.

"Midgardians are pathetic"

Suddenly a song you knew played, your eyes widened and shone with intensity, it was the song "Tír na nÓg". A beautiful Celtic ballad that talks about a distant and magical land hidden somewhere. Without being able to avoid it, you began to move your feet to the rhythm of the music, even in the same place where you were. Little by little you got closer to the center of the track, wiggling your hips and legs. You closed your eyes as you let yourself be carried away by the happy rhythm of the music. You made arabesques in the air with your arms and contorted your trunk from right to left. The people next to you who were also dancing looked happy and surprised. Your movements drew attention, not just your simple clothing. You danced with all the love in the world and your gestures were delicate like those of a dancer but energetic like a burning bonfire. You lifted your legs and turned around laughing happily, jumping as if you were born for it. People opened up leaving you a place and seeing you. You were practically already in the middle of the dance floor calling attention without meaning to, all your fear and shame had vanished as if they were ashes. You did not realize what was happening around you, when you danced it was as if time stopped. Loki and Thor noticed it too

Loki raised an eyebrow curiously as he watched you walk around the room, but he was still somewhat skeptical, on the other hand Thor was amazed by your audacious presence and wanted to know who was that girl who wore a simpler dress than the others but that her dance was like that of a ballerina

"Brother, have you seen her? She's amazing"

"Yes Thor, she's literally in the middle of the ballroom"

"Where will that girl come from? I don't think it's from around here"

Loki looked at his brother with a smirk.

"What? Don't tell me you fell in love with a Midgardian? You disappoint me"

"Why? You don't even know her, but you won't either because I saw her first."

And then he let out a loud laugh that made his shoulders shake. Loki just turned to see you again ignoring his brother. He still believed that hanging out with Midgardians was ridiculous. Even so, your dance full of passion captivated him and he felt a warmth rise through his stomach but decided to play it down.

When the song stopped, you stopped spinning and opened your eyes with your head raised slightly. Immediately you felt a lot of eyes on you and you blushed. You hadn't even realized you were in the center of the room. All the people had stopped dancing just to see you. You felt your face burn and looked down. You moved away from the center while the people kept moving and stroking your arm you were going to return to the safety of the great column that you had seen when you first arrived when Odin rose from the throne and announced

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the princes of Asgard to take to the floor and choose a partner to dance the annual ball."

"Oh no"- you thought

Thor approached with a firm step towards the center of the track smiling in a swaggering way as he thanked the people who applauded him by raising his hands. He was so sure of himself that sometimes he was conceited or vain, but he seemed like a great boy willing to help his people, well, after all that was his mandate as prince and next king. You were praying that he wouldn't choose you, it's not that you didn't want to dance with him but you were embarrassed to be the center of attention, now it would be different because you would dance with someone else and you couldn't close your eyes and just let yourself go, you would have to take the pressure Of all those eyes on you two.

You were thinking about where you could hide when Thor approached you pointing at you and saying

"You, the pretty ballerina who wants to hide, will you dance with me?"

Thor offered you his open hand while you swallowed loudly, it felt thicker than normal. You were quite doubtful but you decided not to extend the wait any longer and placed your hand on Thor's. Your hand compared to his seemed like an 8 year old girl.

When you stood next to Thor, more than his dance partner you looked like his younger sister, he was at least two heads taller than you. Obviously you already expected people's looks, some were amused, others surprised and others jealous. When the notes of a well-known music began to sound in the air, you smiled again. It was another Celtic ballad "Téir abhaile riú" that tells of a young woman who escapes from home to see the arrival of the sailors in the port. You placed your hand in Thor's and an arm around his shoulder, he firmly grasped your waist almost completely wrapping it. You had to stand on your toes to get up to his face. At that moment they all began to dance a kind of waltz.

Loki watched them dance clenching his jaw. I couldn't take my eyes off you two. If he hated Midgardians so much, then why did it bother him so much that his brother danced with one?

You and Thor made an excellent dance partner, your graceful movements blending perfectly with Thor's, who were precocious and full of confidence. You both used all the space and circled harmoniously

Despite the fact that Loki hated this kind of dance, he couldn't help but get closer to the floor and pretend to dance with someone to keep a closer eye on them. With sure steps he approached a couple who were dancing and politely asked the gentleman if he could dance with his lady. The man hesitated but since he was afraid of making the god of mischief angry, he said yes. The woman didn't give more than happiness, she even seemed happier to dance with Loki than with the other man, but Loki only wanted to see you. So without paying much attention to the woman, she sneakily approached where you and Thor were. Thor smiled warmly at you and you began to feel less overwhelmed.

Loki couldn't believe he was doing this, he didn't know if he did it because that Midgardian woman had made him feel butterflies or because he liked to compete with his brother and win, he hoped it was the second option.

The rhythm of the music was increasing with intensity, becoming more frantic and you and Thor danced faster and faster. Thor guided you from one side to the other giving small jumps without stopping spinning that made you laugh with pure joy, while the look of Loki darkened further and frowned. People also danced with more emotion and applauded along with the melody. Suddenly both separated executing steps individually, you turned without stopping waving your hair and your arms while Thor clapped happily to the rhythm of the song. Loki took advantage of this and without warning stepped in front of Thor.

"Loki what are you doing?!"-he exclaimed between surprised and angry

you closed your eyes without fear of getting dizzy while you turned around immersed in the song with a smile on your lips

Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú Téir abhaile riú Mhearai Téir abhail gus fan sa bhaile Mar tá do mhargadh déanta do Mhargadh de - do mhargadh déanta

With the last chord, Loki moved closer to you and when you finished turning around to return to the arms of your partner, you ran into the elegant figure of Loki who now held your hand and hugged your waist. He looked at you with a lopsided smile and a satisfied and triumphant look. You, on the other hand, had red cheeks but you couldn't take your eyes off those pretty green eyes. Loki was a bit shorter than Thor but you still had to raise your head a bit to get a good look at him. Behind him Thor was struggling to control his temper as he glared at his brother. The people began to applaud and Thor had to do the same to hide his discontent while you and Loki kept looking at each other without moving.

"What do you think if we go to a more private place?"

The whisper in your ear made you shudder. A more private place? What was he referring to? You couldn't stop dirty thoughts from starting to fly around your head like hungry vultures. You tried to push them away by slightly shaking your head

Loki, seeing you confused, found it adorable and quickly added

"To chat, of course, and get to know each other better. What did you think?"-he laughed

You mumbled "nothing" and as the music stopped and people moved away to eat at the buffet or continue chatting Loki walked you out into the garden with one hand near your lower back. You turned your head to see Thor stomping away towards where his father Odin was, all that was missing was smoke coming out of his ears.

The night was beautiful, the stars were shining in the firmament and there was a full moon. The garden was vast, and there were hundreds of neatly trimmed shrubs. Some had roses. Loki led me to a place where there was a fountain decorated with cherubs. We sit on a white marble bench

"Let me tell you that you dance exquisitely, you seemed to float on the floor"

You looked at Loki blushing, you would never think that the prince of Asgard himself would be flattering you that night

"Thank you very much, the truth was that I was a little self-conscious because of so many people but dancing is what I like to do the most and when I listened to that song I couldn't help but not move"-you giggled

"Oh really? Do you know the song?"

"Of course, it's my favorite song! I even know what it says in Celtic, in fact I know French and a little Spanish too"

Loki loved how you lost your shyness when you talked about things you were passionate about, and how your smile grew bigger and shone. He decided that he would do whatever it takes to see her again. Suddenly his gaze lowered to your dress

"And where did you get this dress from? It's nice. It's not as pretentious as the other women's but that's how it makes it special."-he said touching your skirt

You blushed at his touch, Loki's hands were not like Thor's, they were soft and delicate, touching your hands as if you were a fragile daisy about to wither. You began to explain how you had made your dress and what your humble life was like, but Loki seemed in another world. In his head he had the memory of seeing you arrive and looking at everything as if you were on an alien planet. And he couldn't stop looking at your lips.

Without thinking about it for another minute, he approached your lips and they both melted into a tender kiss. You groaned in surprise and that only made Loki want to continue kissing you with more fervor. He placed his hands on your hips and kissed you passionately. You put both hands on his neck and moved closer to him. They both followed a heated rhythm as if their lives depended on that kiss. Loki's hands caressed your back and ran gently until he reached your zipper and began to lower it but you quickly stopped him by placing your hands on your back and squeezing his.

"No-you gasped-I can't"

You two looked at each other catching your breath

"You're right, I beg your pardon. It was a stupid impulse"-he looked down dejectedly

"But I'm not upset either"

Loki's smile returned to his face. You two kept chatting until it was time to leave. But before you returned to the carriage Loki caressed your face saying that he wanted to see you again. You felt the heat rise again through your body

"Please I want to see you again, you could even work here in Asgard teaching French and Spanish to children. You would earn more than selling flowers. But it's your decision"

You looked at Loki stunned. Work in Asgard? You couldn't turn down something like that. but you also enjoyed selling flowers with your mother and you couldn't imagine being away from her. In response you looked at Loki tenderly and kissed his cheek.

"I'll think about it"

Satisfied Loki put his forehead together with yours while you felt that the world stopped again and the promise of a new beginning rose in the air.

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Ok that was too long, I apologize for that

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abyssal-ali · 9 months

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Masterlist 1

Works written and published for the DC (and other) fandoms! *. * · Maribat Masterlist *. * · Ao3

✧*̥˚ DC *̥˚✧

*. * · Gen Batfam

➳ The Best Bat(?) | 2k | T | ao3

Jason meets the Justice League when they accidentally summon 'the best Bat'. The problem? Why does Red Hood (who's a Rogue, not a Bat) know he's immortal?

➳ Titans Tower AU (with a twist) | 1k | G | ao3

The Titans overhear a suspicious call between their resident Bat and a supervillain. Eavesdropping always turns out fine, right?

➳ Imagine Dragons | 3k | G | ao3

Dragon Batfam inspired by @/salparadiselost's dragon au

➳ Burned my Wings | 8k | M for Murder | ao3

Tired of never knowing where he stands with Bruce, Jason decides to force his hand. Immortal Jason & Good Mom Talia.

➳ you knew the hero died, so what's the movie for? | 2k | E | ao3

Immortal Jason angst with a happy ending.

➳ 5+1 Times the Justice League realized something about RH | 5k | T | ao3

Red Hood is one of Batman's Rogues-brash, violent, careless. But one day Red Hood responds to a call meant for Batman and the Justice League begin to change their perception of the crime lord.

*. * · JaySteph

➳ There is Just no Stopping This Thing Called Love | 4k | T | ao3

JaySteph weekend 2023 submission. Gotham by Gaslight AU Snapshots of Jason and Steph's relationship at different stages.

➳ JaySteph Dating Headcanons | 1k | G | ao3

➳ RelationShip of Theseus | 5k | M | ao3

JaySteph Halloween 2023 Submission. Jason and Steph team up to go undercover at a Halloween party. They've been friends with benefits for a while, but lately...things have been changing. Maybe this Halloween they'll finally settle some things between them.

➳ She's a Knockout | 3k | T | ao3

JaySteph meetcute. Steph asked for a box for her leftover chicken and waffles, not...a makeshift boxing ring? After a beautiful KO, she makes a break for it, but is chased down with the request to meet the Boss. Clearly her outstanding combat skills can't be put to waste, and she is offered a job at his new gym. The Goonion are eagerly invested in Boss's drama with the pretty lady with the stellar right hook.

➳ what would you do if they never found us out? | 12k | M | ao3

JaySteph work together to defeat Black Mask after they kiss for a mission, meeting for the first time after returning to Gotham from their post-death world tours.

➳ Deck the Balls | 6k | M | ao3

JaySteph fake dating for the holidays. Steph attempts to show Jason why he should appreciate her enthusiasm for the decor.

➳ Bomb Threat: A Declaration of Love? | 0.6k | T | ao3

JaySteph fluff drabble inspired by a meme shared in the JaySteph server.

➳ held together, our hands became a map | 12k | M | ao3

Greetings, fair reader. I am the foremost reporter of Gotham society’s deepest and darkest secrets, the enigma that provides the ton with all the scandal they need to continue their gossipy lives. Let me tell you about two subjects of mine that I am finding most difficult to uncover a smear on their names. Miss Stephanie Brown is being sponsored by Duchess Grayson for a season in Gotham's finest society. She's looking for a man who is decent and decently wealthy (she has parents to take care of, after all; she's not choosing to trade love for money just because she's poor). The Duke of Altheban is new to town and most certainly isn't looking for a bride, but something is drawing him to one young lady against his will. Everyone has dark truths, and none more so than those who live in the glitz of high society. I will reveal their most hidden mysteries by the end of the season, or my name is not, Lady Gotham

➳ JaySteph Tinder AU Masterlist | 0.6k + texts | T+ | ao3

Jason and Steph meet on Tinder and start talking. They're detectives, of course they want to know why they matched with each other.

*. * · Damirae

➳ Project #68 [Operation Concupiscence] | 9k | M | ao3

DamiRae Sauce Week '23 4-chap submission. Demon AU + Hogwarts AU Concupiscence: definition: noun. 1. sexual desire; lust 2. ardent, usually sensuous, longing. “Raven and Damian!” called Professor Zatara. The classroom erupted into whispers as they walked up to Professor Zatara’s desk. The Head Boy and Head Girl, bitter rivals since they had joined Moone’s Institute of Magic and Mythos eight years ago, were partnered together for this project. “Your subject for this project?” Zachary Zatara raised his eyebrow at the two of them. “Lust magic.” “Good thing you two don’t get along, so I don’t have to worry about you testing this on yourselves, huh?” Professor Zatara leaned back in his chair, a hint of a smile on his lips. Damian could sense Raven’s irritation through her stiffness. “You can choose how you’ll present your findings; the due date is in four weeks. Potions, charms, curses, anything is on board. You’ll be studying the levels of give-and-take, such as seeing if there’s an exponential increase of take from what’s given. Capisce?”

✧*̥˚ Harry Potter x Twilight *̥˚✧

➳ time, curious time/cutting me open then healing me fine | 3k | T | ao3

(can be read as platonic) Drarry, Time Travel Fix-It in a Voldemort Wins AU. It's 100% a Crack Fic through and through, though.

✧*̥˚ Miraculous Ladybug *̥˚✧

➳ 'tis the damn season | 4k | T | ao3

Seven years after defeating Hawkmoth, Luka Couffaine and Marinette Dupain-Cheng both return to Paris for the holidays. Will their teenage romance rekindle or will they always look back fondly to that one summer with the one who got away?

✧*̥˚ The Scarlet Pimpernel *̥˚✧

➳ her own elusive pimpernel | 6k | M | ao3

Perguerite angst, fluff, and smut.

#ali writes #masterlist #batfam fanfic #immortal jason todd #jaysteph #lukanette #percy x marguerite #perguerite

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event | 5k headcanon party

requested by anon | i have an idea for a comfort fic with daddy Andy and little reader. maybe reader only gets little when she’s stressed out or doesn’t feel good. one day Andy’s working in the home office but reader knocks on the door and is crying, how does he comfort her? thanks!

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!andy and little!reader), reader calls andy “papa” 🥹 (ive been wanting to use this for soooo long hehe), reader is feeling anxious, soft soft sweet daddy andy!!!! 🫶

word count | 257

ohhhh my goodness andy would be so so so sweet and comforting for his little buggy 🥺 as soon as he sees you through the glass doors of the study, he’s closing his laptop with a concerned look on his face. “honey— hey,” he murmurs worriedly as you enter, clutching your stuffed bunny to your chest with tears in your eyes.

he scoops you right on up into his lap, rubbing your back as you try to wipe away the tears escaping down your cheeks. “my sweet baby girl. what’s going on, hmm? can you tell daddy what’s the matter?”

you clutch your little bunny in your hands, bottom lip wobbling as you try to find your words. “tummy feels scared, papa. c-can we snuggle, please?”

his face is so soft 😤 so tENDER 😤😤as he brushes back your hair, nodding immediately. “of course, sweetheart. you wanna bring your baby bunny and we can go cuddle on the couch?”

you nod, sniffling. “yes please, papa.”

“okay, little one. papa’s got you. c’mon,” he lifts you up, letting you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. he knows how sometimes your anxiety just spikes out of nowhere, and he always wants to hold you and comfort you ‘til you’re able to calm down. “shhh, sweet girl,” he says, continuing to rub your back as he carries you out of the study. “let’s go snuggle, honey. gonna get you feelin’ all better; don’t you worry.”

pppllleaaaseee i loooove soft andy this just means everything to me 😔🫶

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certifiedtrashmouth · 1 year

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Nancy scheming to get you under the mistletoe!

okay i don't know how much i like this one. i kept going back and forth between loving it and hating it, but go figure. it's also longer (5k+ words yikes) but i combined with one of my other anon requests for a steddie mistletoe kiss! i received two of those, so there's still one coming that'll be just steddie. :-) anyways, enjoy <3

"who put that there?" (nancy wheeler x gn!reader)

warnings: none! this is gn!reader, with a side of steddie, and a mention of jewish dustin henderson because i very much stand by that headcanon (it's only mentioned in passing though). if anything, i'm going to put a warning for bad writing. sorry in advance if it isn't very good

Steve was surprisingly good at being sneaky. It had been quite a feat to learn the skill, considering he never needed it growing up as his parents were never around to give him a need to be cunning in the slightest, but it had started to come in handy with his friends.

Especially in moments like these.

Nancy hadn’t heard him arrive. Her mother had let him in and told him that she was down in the basement, finishing up last minute decorations for their holiday party that he had arrived early for. There was still an hour, give or take, until everyone else would probably begin arriving. Nearly two hours until the set time for the get-together to begin. So he’d descended the stairs into the basement with unintentional grace, his shoes left beside the door, and somehow managed to not make a single wooden step creak under the weight of his sock-clad feet.

The sight before him almost caused him to give himself away.

The decorations were gorgeous and well thought out, just as he had expected, but there was one noticeable detail to him immediately. It hit him when he caught sight of the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling at the top of the stairs and then another one at the bottom of the stairs. And then, he glanced around the room, and he realized there were more. A dozen mistletoes all hanging inconspicuously at random locations throughout the basement. One over the window where they’d have a clear, wistful view of the snow falling outside. One a few paces from the couch, in an area that was usually utilized for people to step aside and have private conversations during the hustle and bustle of these hang-outs. One hanging over the punch bowl that was set up on the long table Nancy had decorated with snacks and small table-top decorations. Every spot that had potential for two people to end up next to each other, alone, there was a mistletoe.

Nancy was currently on top of an unsteady stool, nearly leaning up on her tippy-toes as she stretched to be able to reach the ceiling above Mike’s table he used to utilize for D&D nights. They didn’t host them as often as they used to, so the table was currently home to several board games as well as a menorah with Dustin Henderson in mind. Nancy Wheeler was also inclusive to her younger brother’s friends, no matter how many times they’d gotten on her nerves over the years.

“Wheeler, what’s up with all the mistletoes? Are you trying to turn this into a different kind of party or something?” Steve finally announces himself once Nancy has safely pinned up her final sprig and has her feet planted back on the steady ground.

She still jumps and turns to Steve with wide eyes, like a young child caught stealing cookies, “God, Steve! Don’t scare me like that!”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Steve continues as he steps down from the final step he’d been hovering on while watching her, “Are you trying to play matchmaker tonight or something? Are you trying to kiss someone?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nancy defends herself with a red face and diverted eyes, hands reaching up to fuss with her hair out of instinct. It was her clear-tell sign of nerves; she’d fiddle with the ends of her curls, twisting them around her knuckles and tugging gently on each one, “I just hung up one of them by the door and this one here. That’s all.”

Steve fights the urge to roll his eyes, “Nance, I can see them. Everywhere.”

Nancy flushes further from being caught in her lie. She gives herself away when her eyes flick to a few of the mistletoes Steve had caught sight of this.

This was unusual. This wasn’t like Nancy. Usually, she had a strong poker face. She was always one of the strongest contenders for winning at game nights.

“Oh, is that what those are?” she squeaks, continuing to be uncharacteristically nervous, “I had no idea. I just thought they were cute.”

“You, Nancy Wheeler, are many things. Determined, brave, head-strong, and more - but you are not dumb. I know you aren’t dumb, and I know you knew they were mistletoes. So out with it, who are you trying to kiss?”

He watches her physically gear up as if she’s preparing another lie, but her shoulders slump before she even utters a word of it, accepting imminent defeat. She’s deflated, voice barely audible when she softly sighs out your name. She stiffens and expects Steve to react in some awful type of way, to either scold her or crush her dreams. It’s not that that’s Steve’s normal way of going about things; she just knew her silly crush was simply ridiculous. It’s why she’d never told any of her friends - they were sure to make fun of her for such an outlandish dream of you and her, her and you, together.

But the two of you just made sense to her. Through the haze of oddity and her self-indulgent skepticism, she felt like it really did make sense that she wanted you this way. You two had grown close over the last few months. Moments alone were filled with soft touches and aching laughter. Countless Friday nights filled with incessant sleepovers, endless Saturday mornings filled with breakfast with her family who adored you. Even Mike had warmed up to you, and vice versa, as the two of you had taken to arguing like siblings finally. You’d even learned how to handle Holly, how to keep the young girl entertained and cared for in order to give Mrs. Wheeler a break as she busied herself with making pancakes for the family. On the occasions you joined them for dinner, you’d even managed to get her to eat her vegetables without a fuss.

It was adorable, and endearing, and wonderful. The way you fit into her life so effortlessly. How could she not fall for you?

So it made sense to her. But she didn’t expect it to make sense to her friends, especially not Steve.

“I knew it!” he suddenly shouts, though, and Nancy is caught off guard.

“What?”

“I knew it,” he cheers happily, brightly smiling at Nancy’s revealed secret, “Oh, God. I can’t wait to shove it in Buckley’s face. She owes me five dollars and shift coverage. This is amazing.”

Nancy stands baffled, creases forming between her brows as she grapples both with his excitement and the pieces coming together for her. Her friends knew.

“You guys bet on this?”

“Sort of. We just knew you liked them. Was hard to miss when you’re usually so subtle, Nance.”

Steve had once been on the receiving end of Nancy Wheeler’s crushing tendencies. Those heart eyes, those longing glances and attempts at flirting that remained so subtle they couldn’t even be considered flirting. All of that still remained when it came to her and you, but there was something more.

After everything Nancy had gone through these recent years, it had been impossible to not melt for you. And Steve watched in awe at the puddle that had become of her.

“Who else knows?” Nancy demands, taking a few steps towards the boy.

So they knew. And it made sense to them, too?

“Bets were only between me and Robin. Mike overheard us and made a face, but the kid was awfully quiet whenever we’d talk about it-”

“You guys talked about us? What?” Nancy nearly shrieks, having to be mindful to keep her tone down so as to not startle her parents upstairs.

“Nancy Wheeler, certified badass who has threatened to shoot our kneecaps on multiple occasions, going impossibly soft for someone? It was hard to not talk about it. Sorry,” Steve shrugs and it’s clear his apology is insincere. He’s still looking giddy from righteousness, practically buzzing to collect on his bet with Robin. He nods towards a small box mostly empty, once having held the decorations now turning the basement into something magical, “Either way, you’ve got anymore of those things? Dustin was being a butthead about how I’ll never make the first move on Munson, and now I’m a man on a mission.”

Nancy nearly chokes on her spit, “Munson? You and Eddie?” Steve remains nonchalant, but he’s gone as cherry red as Nancy had at her own admittance, “I- yeah. I have like, two more in there.”

“Thank you,” he claps, immediately moving to grab the two bundles of superstition and shoving them into his pocket.

“You don’t seem nearly nervous enough about kissing Eddie,” Nancy murmurs, squinting her eyes accusingly at her ex-boyfriend before it clicks, “Oh my God. Robin bet on the two of you with Dustin.”

Steve just grins wickedly, pulling out a mistletoe, waving it tauntingly in the air, cheeks still crimson, “I get fifty percent cut if she wins. Sue me.”

Nancy pinches back her wide smile, shaking her head softly at Steve and Robin’s antics.

They both knew Steve wasn’t only kissing Eddie for a few bucks, but Nancy had bigger problems on her mind than his lovelife. Problems in the shape of you, the shape of your lips, and how she could possibly end up beneath one of her mistletoes with you.

—

Everyone arrives about an hour after Steve. He helped Nancy finish bringing down all the snacks for the night, plugging in the small Christmas tree in the corner and helping her figure out how to change the lights on it. They had been set on the white lights originally, Nancy’s preference, but she insisted they needed to be changed to multicolor. Steve knew why; Nancy hadn’t had a change of heart in her taste of holiday decorations, but you had mentioned last week how multi-colored lights are far more superior.

Everyone notices the mistletoes, and they avoid them like the plague. The kids all bitch and complain without restraint, complaining how it was stupid, even though Lucas did manage to snag a peck from Max from beneath the mistletoe at the bottom of the stairs. Mike stairs in annoyance due to his recent breakup with El, and Will looks on wistfully, as if he were watching a Hallmark movie play out before him. It all felt a bit dramatic.

But even more dramatic was Nancy’s sore disappointment when half way through the party, she hadn’t managed to catch you beneath a single mistletoe.

In fact, she felt like she’d hardly managed to speak to you most of the night. There was never a free seat beside you and you were always in a conversation with someone else. Nancy was convinced that the Universe was punishing her, mocking her for her ridiculous scheme to kiss you tonight.

Hot cocoa was made and gift exchanges began, secret Santa in effect to avoid everyone having to splurge an absurd amount of money. Nancy was beginning to regret not trying to swindle Steve, who had organized that bit of the party, into giving her your name. She knew that others had done it, Steve was a cheap shot; all it took was puppy dog eyes and enough annoying complaints and he would have caved. It was obvious that had happened between him and Will, considering the young boy was far too excited to watch Mike open his gift from his Santa.

Everyone had someone to be wrapped up in. Even during the opening of these gifts, any stranger in the room would immediately watch the way everyone seemed to have a person their eyes were glued to. Steve was staring at Eddie, Lucas was staring at Max, Will was staring at Mike, and Nancy was staring at you. Her stare was scathing, burning with obvious jealousy as she watched you share Sour Patch Kids with Eddie from his gift to you. He’d admitted it to you when you’d opened it, enjoying your genuine gift, but he immediately complained he deserved some of the sour snack as well for being such an excellent Santa. Yeah, Nancy Wheeler was thinking of about twenty different ways to get away with Eddie Munson’s murder as you stayed pressed into his side and the two of you passed the box and candy back and forth.

When the time came for Eddie to open his gift, it was a small box wrapped in familiar paper. Nancy recognized it as the paper she’d let Steve borrow before everyone had arrived, along with a small box, him using the excuse of ‘not having any at home’ on her.

“Wow,” Eddie drawls, shaking the small gift ever so slightly, “Santa went small this year.”

He was joking. His shining grin sold him out, but it still had Steve sweating at his side. You were on Eddie’s other side, candy abandoned as you swatted at him.

“Hey, be careful! What if it’s fragile?” you point out, glaring at him.

He grins, “Aw, shucks. Did we get each other this year, doll? I hope you went sweet rather than sour with the gift.”

Nancy definitely would have a warrant out for her arrest by the end of this night. Doll. Her jealousy burst into flames, nearly swallowing her whole, not noticing your platonic playfulness with the boy as you rolled your eyes.

“Not a chance, Munson. If I got you, I would have showed up empty handed. Gifted you with my presence or whatever your lame excuse was last year,” you snipe back to him and Nancy’s flames burn brighter, because she wants that with you. Everyone got along well with you, you were likable. She hated that she couldn’t claim that the bond she had with you was unique. She wishes you would only banter with her like that, not some airhead like Eddie.

Nancy Wheeler was a mean jealous. So she kept her mouth shut until Eddie opened his gift.

No one sees what it is at first, Eddie’s face twisted in shock and confusion. He’d ripped through the paper and tape with ease. The fact that he had stopped his chaotic unwrapping as he caught sight of what was in the box confused everyone.

“What is it?” Dustin chimes from the floor, trying to sit up onto his knees and look into the box. Eddie immediately presses the heel of his hand to the younger boy’s forehead and shoves him back before he can catch sight of the gift.

“Alright, who the hell gifted me a mistletoe?” Eddie finally asks, looking up with a serious gaze as he looks over each friend. He looks to you, another nail in the coffin that Nancy was building him, but you immediately shake your head ferociously with wide eyes.

And then he looks at Steve.

All the cool composure from his private discussion with Nancy was gone. He looked like he might vomit.

Nancy is watching him with nearly unmatched intensity, the only gaze more severe being Eddie’s. He finally breaks with a sheepish grin.

“Uh… that would be me,” Steve attempts to chuckle, but his voice cracks a little. Everyone has gone even more silent. The two boys stare at each other for a moment that remains just theirs, even in a full room.

Now Nancy’s watching on as if it’s a Hallmark movie, wearing the same hopeless expression Will had been earlier.

“Well, are you gonna kiss me or what, Harrington?” Eddie finds his confidence first, ripping a familiar mistletoe that Nancy recognizes as one that Steve had also taken from her, and hanging it in the air between them.

Steve has never burned a brighter red. He’s beginning to match some of the garland Nancy had put up around the window.

“I-” he’s speechless. Nancy forgets her jealousy for a moment, looking to you only to already find you staring her way, not even paying the two boys at your side any mind. A secret moment between the two of you, passing biting smirks and swallowed down giggles.

She rolls her eyes and mouths, ‘What a moron.’

Your eyes widen, but you simply shrug, mouthing back, ‘It’s cute.’

“Fine,” Eddie finally sighs, breaking Nancy’s private moment with you, “I guess I’ll have to just get my Christmas present myself. C’mere, big boy.”

Eddie leans forward, taking Steve’s face in his free hand, and plants a kiss onto his lips. Steve’s red up to the tips of his ears, but everyone can see the way he reciprocates without overthinking it.

“Get a room!”

“Gross!”

“Finally!”

Differing reactions call out from across the room, continuing until Eddie finally breaks away from the kiss. Steve is breathless, looking into Eddie’s eyes in disbelief.

Nancy snickers. He won’t be getting his cut from Robin’s bet. Eddie made the first move, technically, by initiating the actual kiss. She’s sure there will be an argument between Robin and Dustin regarding the entire ordeal.

“Merry Christmas,” Steve finally breathes out, a genuine smile crossing his features. He looks blissful. He looks like the entire world really was a Hallmark movie.

When he looks Nancy’s way, as if silently saying ‘see? Easy’, she’s burning with that familiar jealousy once more.

—

Nancy is the only person who doesn’t get a gift during the exchange. She doesn’t mind, keeping her mouth shut and simply enjoying the time with her friends. The more years she’d spent with the group, the more she’d come to realize the gifts didn’t matter that much. What mattered were the people she surrounded herself; the people who cared.

Steve had gone to the bathroom after his kiss fiasco with Eddie, and when the long-haired boy had tried to follow with a cheeky grin, Robin had threatened him seriously enough to make himself fall right back onto the couch and stay planted.

“If the two of you try to fuck at the Wheeler’s house for the first time, in the bathroom, I’ll join Nancy in shooting you dinguses.”

It was funny until Steve took an unusual amount of time to return. Eddie looked worried, you looked worried, Nancy looked worried. The three of you kept glancing at the door as Robin continued to argue with the boys for the sake of getting under their skin.

Steve returns down the stairs, taking them two at a time and with careless abandon. Each stomp echoes before he reaches the bottom of the stairs breathless, grinning mischievously. No one thinks much of it, figuring he was just running on the high of kissing Eddie. It’d been a long time coming, and his excitement was reasonable. So no one thought of it. No one except Nancy.

The first clue that something had happened in his alone time was the way he was nearly giggling to himself. The second was one he suddenly announced that everyone needed a hot cocoa refill after being back in the basement for not even five minutes.

“C’mon,” he begs when you retort how he had just been upstairs and should’ve gotten some then, “Nancy can help you! Can’t you, Nance?”

The third clue was the way he wasn’t allowing either of you to say no.

So you gathered up the empty mugs of the room with Nancy, and she worried endlessly that you felt pressured to do it. She wanted alone time with you, she always wanted moments with you one on one, but she didn’t want you to be forced to do it.

“I can get it, don’t worry,” she finally assures you with an armful of mugs.

You just smile, taking several from her to lighten the load, “I don’t mind helping.”

The two of you take the stairs delicately, Nancy forcing herself to pace the space between the two of you to avoid being caught under the mistletoes at the same time. Steve notices, and his smirk widens.

He refused to be the only one who got his mistletoe kiss this year. Nancy should have known better.

The two of you are quick in the kitchen, moving around to warm the milk and measure out the cocoa powder for everyone. Nancy specifically makes sure to grab the oatmilk for Dustin, reaching for it just as you do. When her fingertips brush over your knuckles, she jumps back as if shocked.

“Sorry!” you blurt out, looking over at her like a deer caught in headlights, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she tries to laugh it off, hand still tingling from the contact. It had started to be that way more and more lately. Every lingering touch was lightning, scaring her beneath the surface with unbelievable yearning.

It doesn't make sense. This isn’t a Hallmark movie.

While she’s busy losing herself in her own thoughts, she doesn’t notice you also being swept away in your own mind.

Because for everything Nancy felt, you felt just as strongly, if not ten times more.

You’d always admired Nancy around school, envied those who caught her attention so easily. Because she was pretty. She was pretty, and she was fierce, and she was the reason for so many pathetically sleepless nights spent in your bed, tossing and turning while ocean blue eyes haunted you.

You liked Nancy Wheeler back. It was why you had begged and bartered with Steve Harrington in order to get her for Secret Santa.

And yet here you were, still chickening out. Steve had reprimanded you countless times, trying to convince you that she wouldn’t reject you, but all his words fell on deaf ears. No, girls like Nancy don’t like people like you. It felt too impossible. So your gift to her had remained in your bag upstairs by the front door, neatly wrapped and burning a hole through the tote material.

But you had seen Nancy’s face when she hadn’t received a gift, and it broke your heart. You couldn’t let her feel so left out.

“I have something for you,” you finally sigh. You were going to regret this, and if it ended badly, Steve would have Hell to pay for meddling where he had no business, “I… I was your Secret Santa. I have a gift for you.”

“Oh?” Nancy visibly perks up, still holding a warm mug.

“Yeah,” you laugh breathlessly, nodding and trying to hype yourself up, “It’s just in my bag.”

You awkwardly shoved your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of the front door. Nancy nods in tandem with you, looking thoughtful, and you don’t even have to ask her to follow you as you begin to walk out of the kitchen.

But then fear strikes. Terrible, gut-wrenching fear that stops you dead in your tracks. And Nancy fumbles, running right into your back. The two of you are stopped in the middle of the kitchen entryway, in clear view of the stairway that leads to the basement.

The stairway that Steve, Eddie, and Robin had crept up after the two of you came up here alone.

“Sorry!” Nancy is the one apologizing now, reaching out to gently place her hands on your elbows after the collision. You’re looking up above the two of you, and she thinks you might be about to scold her. For what, she isn’t sure. Maybe for not watching where she was going, or maybe for all the lovestruck looks she’d sent your way this night. Maybe you had figured her out, and this was it.

“Oh, who put that up there?” you ask and Nancy finally realizes your staring at the ceiling wasn’t from contempt. Something had caught your attention.

She follows your gaze upwards and catches sight of a small bundle of leaves, bright red berries sparkling in the kitchen light.

Fucking Steve Harrington.

“Oh,” Nancy says, before looking back at you. You’re already watching her carefully. There’s a look there unfamiliar to her, but you’ve looked at her this way a million times when she wasn’t watching. Shining, adoring eyes, wide with the possibility of it all. Both of you remember Steve and Eddie’s kiss, the reminder of the holiday tradition. A reminder of Nancy’s scheming. “Oh.”

Were you two going to kiss? Had Nancy Wheeler’s plan worked? Technically, it was no longer Nancy’s - it was clearly Steve’s by hijacking. Nancy hadn’t hung that mistletoe.

“We don’t have to-” Nancy begins.

“I think it means we have to-” your voice overlaps as you shyly smile.

Both of you cut off once you realize you’re talking over one another.

“Sorry,” Nancy laughs nervously, “Go ahead. What were you going to say?”

“No, no. You first,” you insist.

She swallows hard. What she was about to say was to preserve your comfort, even if it ruined everything for her.

“We don’t have to kiss,” she whispers, noticing the way your gaze falls slightly.

“We don’t,” you agree solemnly. But then something sparks in your expression, and that smile that makes her stomach curl is back, “But it is tradition. Can’t mess with tradition, right?”

Oh God. You wanted to kiss her too. You wanted this.

You don’t let her overthink it. You’d seen that look on her face before.

You press your lips to hers in a peck, feeling the heat of both your blushes radiating before you pull back quickly. Too quickly for Nancy’s liking.

Both of you stand there for a moment, eyelashes fluttering against the tops of pink cheeks, unaware that all your friends are currently watching and silently cheering.

You don’t get another word in before Nancy is leaning forward again, kissing you with more confidence this time. Her palms come up and hover over your face, hesitating in touching you, but they quickly connect and cradle when you return the kiss with just as much enthusiasm.

The kiss breaks when you start to smile so widely, Nancy finds her teeth clashing with yours. You begin to break down in giggles and she pulls back, letting her hands fall from your face until it’s just her fingertips ghosting over your jaw.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, smiling curiously in return, eyes searching your face for the answer.

“Nothing, I just-” you cut yourself off, putting up a finger and walking away from her momentarily. When you return, you’re carrying a small box, beautifully wrapped with golden paper and a white translucent bow that reminds Nancy of snow, “This is your gift. And I need to preface it by saying that I like you, Nancy Wheeler. I like you a lot, and I swear that this wasn’t some plot between me and Steve. Honestly, he’s on my hitlist. I can’t- I can’t believe that jerk stole my idea-”

As you continue to ramble on, Nancy is carefully unraveling your gift to her.

Inside the box, she’s met by a few presents.

Two matching handmade bracelets sit on top of the cushion of paper bundled inside to keep all the gifts safe. One is woven in shades of blue thread that matches Nancy’s eyes, her initials on small beds in the center, while the second one is woven in threads that match your eyes, your initials engraved on the small white beads.

“I-” Nancy is smiling widely, mouth agape in happiness as she gingerly picks up the bracelet with your colors and initials, “I love it. So much.”

The genuine happiness comes off of her in waves. But you still look terrified, and possibly annoyed, as you nod, “There’s more.”

You reach in and grab the other bracelet, and it exposes a small branch at the bottom of the box.

“Like I said, Steve is dead to me. He’s lucky I made the bracelets, or else-”

Nancy is in shock, her cheeks beginning to ache from her child-like smile. Her heart races in the best way before carefully plucking the mistletoe from the box and lifting in up between her face and yours.

A small laugh escapes her, “Oh my God.”

“Steve!” a sudden high-pitched voice gasps, making the two of you turn to catch all of your friends now gathered in the doorway to the stairway. Eddie is the source of the gasp, looking highly offended at an embarrassed Steve, “You stole their thunder?”

“I did not-”

“I can’t believe you.”

“I didn’t steal anything!”

“You absolutely steamrolled their moment. That’s just cruel, big boy.”

“Who’s steamrolling it now?” Steve finally snaps before he faces the two of you, “Sorry. We, uh… we’re just…”

“Really fucking nosey,” you supply, not a hint of questioning or genuine acidity to your tone. You and Nancy both actually look impossibly amused.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, before earning a smack on his shoulder from Robin as he says, “Really, really fuckin’ nosey.”

Nancy doesn’t even care. Not as she hears arguments over the bet that was made, or the kids complaining for a second time that night. All she can care about is you and that look on your face as the kitchen light makes your eyes sparkle just right. All she cares about is that feeling in her chest, realizing Steve had been right in his silent reassurance.

That was easy.

She’d have to find another way to repay him another day, because right now, all she wants to do is kiss you some more.

So she does just that. She holds up the mistletoe over your heads, still smiling so wide her eyes completely crinkle in the corners and her nose scrunches a bit, before saying, “Can I have my Christmas gift now?”

You nod softly. There’s some shouting from your friends, but this moment in this room is only for you two. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”

The kiss that follows nearly gives you both cavities from its sweetness. But Nancy’s convinced that that’s just how kisses are supposed to be - growing to be more sugary and syrupy with each passing one. Or at least, with you that’s how they’re supposed to be.

“I think I, for one, have seen enough mistletoes tonight to last me a lifetime,” Dustin groans dramatically from somewhere behind Steve and Eddie, “Hey, by the way Robin - you owe me ten bucks.”

“And you owe me five,” Steve adds on, a proud grin as he continues to watch his friends.

He can taste the sweetness in the air, even from across the room.

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