#not to derail the seriousness of all of this but one of these gifs was 666 in my jan 2016 folder

[reverieblondie]

Rehearsing

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Spider-woman!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Smut and Fluff, Accidental Voyeurism, Masturbation, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Riding, Pining, Dumification, Overstimulation, Aftercare.

Summary: Miguel isn't good when it comes to feelings...especially when it comes to you...

A/N: I just really like the idea of Miguel having a crush on reader and not knowing how to navigate it. This went through so many rewrites so I hope you enjoy. its pretty Fluffy and cheesy, but I'm a hopeless romantic so I enjoyed it.

Word Count: 5,547

“Tsk, why did she have to say that…”

Miguel can't help but feverishly type at his holo screens, with each passing second his irritation spreads.  

It started a couple of months ago when you got recruited, at first it was just a simple attraction but the more you graced him with your presents the more he couldn't resist his growing feelings. 

The problem is for one having a crush is ridiculous. He's not some teenager, he's a grown-ass man, leader of the spider society he can't just go having crushes on the people who work under him. Even if he got over that part of it there is another problem however plaguing his….situation, he can hardly even speak to you. 

Before he was Spider-Man he was quite suave and if he didn't want to converse with someone he could at least manage it. Nowadays, he seems to only be talking in gruff commands, short sentences, or just downright mean. Closing himself off from personal things. He blames the whole masked vigilante thing for his lack of practice in conversing. 

It's not like he hasn’t tried though, he's come close to having normal conversation with you numerous times but when you look at him with those eyes something in him seems to short-circuit and he's a mess of a man before you. Shocking ridiculous…  

Finally, Miguel couldn't take it anymore; he had to get closer to you. The plan was simple: he arranged for you and him to go on a mission together. It was the perfect way to get closer to you, You and him alone, out of the society walls away from prying eyes, he could finally open up to you. 

Unfortunately, the beautiful plan he had so painstakingly rehearsed over and over again in his mind, came to a screeching halt when the day of you walked into his office with Gwen and Hobie in tow. Of course, something was going to derail his plans. It couldn't ever be simple 

Miguel could easily say no to Gwen and Hobie asking to tag along, but those two were clever. They had you ask for them and of course, you did.  Miguel knew that the inclusion of them would wreck his plan but he just couldn't resist you, he would do anything for you…anything…you just had to ask. 

Now with his whole plan derailed he was sulking in an isolated corner of the rooftop building as the rest of you all surveyed the city for anomalies. 

“This is pretty dull…” Hobie comments 

Well no shit, Miguel thinks to himself. This was supposed to be an easy mission so he could get closer to y/n. It wasn't supposed to be stressful, it was supposed to be easy. In his plan, he and y/n were supposed to already be enthralled in conversation. He had of course looked up conversation starters to use, it would have been perfect…  

Miguel can only groan at Hobie, just looking at him makes his blood boil. Needing to calm his sudden irritation, his eyes fall on you. Looking so vigilantly to the city, taking the mission so seriously. He could do this forever, just watching you, he would gladly just be a piece of furniture in your life if you let him. There for you to use when you needed him. He would sit so patiently as he just watched you live. Just basking in the warm radiance of you. 

Miguel can’t help but stare at you, mind racing with thoughts. So when you finally turn he is quick to move his gaze, pretending to not have been staring, tapping again at his watch. 

He thought for sure he had been slick but when he looked up again to gaze at you he saw Hobie with a wide smirk on his face. Almost like Hobie has been reading his mind. Hobie huffs a chuckle to himself before he looks at you then back to Miguel, Then that damn question rang out from his smug mouth. 

“How about some team bonding huh?” All eyes fall on Hobie and before anyone can even respond he's continuing “I’ll ask the first question, what does everyone fancy?” 

Going to voice his protest about how that is not imperative knowledge to know about a teammate Gwen is chiming in “Oh! I love a guy with witty humor, even if it's not particularly funny, if he's clever I will like it.” 

Hobie nods “Very nice gwendy, personally, I have a thing for hands”

This caused a laugh from y/n and Gwen and Miguel just couldn't help the irritated look on his face.

“Miguel how abou-” 

“No” Miguel quickly cuts off the question.  

“Fine, Y/n what about you?” 

Now Miguel didn't care about the teen's answers, but yours, this could be his chance to find out what you like. He was hopeful it would be something similar to him or something that he has. Watching with bated breath, your face contorts into deep thought, and then your answer rings through making his breath still. 

“I like smiles”

A smile…of course, you would say a smile…

You couldn’t say, tall or muscular, or stern, you couldn’t have just pointed to Miguel you had to say smiles…something that he never does

Pulling himself back to the present Miguel stops typing away at his holo screen shutting them off. It had been a couple of days since the mission and he was still agonizing over the revelation. Smiles…Staring ahead towards one of his monitors he studies his face through the reflective surface, his ever stern face showing no sign of emotion. 

Miguel then practices a smile and quickly stops with a frown, sighing irritatedly as his foot begins to tap, what is he doing? Looking forward again, He braces his large hands on his desk then smiles again, this time showing his teeth, large fangs on display from the grin. He keeps the smile placed there and turns his head from left to right smiling a bit wider. He then stops whipping his hands down his face.

This is ridiculous…he should be working not practicing how to smile but, you like smiles…maybe if you thought he had a nice smile…

Miguel feels his face slightly flush and the tips of his ears warm. Looking back to the reflective surface he takes a deep breath to ready himself. Sure this is pathetic, but it's for you, he would do anything for you and if you want a smile he was going to make sure to practice to give you the best smile he could muster. Training, it's just like simple training… 

“Hey, how are you today y/n?” -smiles-

“Oh, are you eating lunch? Can I join you?” -smile- 

“What? You like my fangs? Well thank you y/n” -smile-

“You look gorgeous today.” -smile- 

Miguel breaks the last rehearsed smile and rubs his hands on his face once more, an exasperated sigh leaving him again. 

“this so stupid…that wouldn’t work…”Practicing how to smile for her. Pathetic. 

The sound of his office door opening breaks his pouting. Miguel quickly puts his screens back up making him seem busy with work. Then the sweet sound of your voice rings through his blushed ears, turning, he thinks it can't be true, but there you are. Staring up at him with those shining eyes.

Just give me a chance, you won't regret it; he thinks to himself.  

“Hello Miguel, we caught the anomaly in dimension 0798, Peter had a mayday emergency come up so he asked me to deliver the reports.” 

You type away at your watch screen sending the completed report his way. 

“I also wanted to see if you had anything else for me before I take my leave,”

Miguel opens up the report you sent his way, it's pristine and thorough, you always wrote the best reports…god could you be sexier… 

Scanning over it quickly before putting it away his eyes return to you. Unable to help himself he stares at your beautiful form for a bit too long, face still in that stern look, no smile to greet you. Studying you for a moment wanting to confess his desire for you, wanting to tell you what you make him feel. But the words don't meet his lips, just a curt grunt. 

“Nothing else, you can leave”

Giving a small nod you turn on your heels to leave, As you are walking towards the exit Miguel can't help himself and calls out your name. Whipping around quickly you face him once more with curious eyes. 

Shit, he didn't think that through. Examining you he takes you in again. lovely eyes, glossy lips, those hips…he could stare at you forever. Clearing his throat averting his eyes to calm himself before he speaks. 

“I hope you have a pleasant evening.'' He says not looking at you, then he forces himself to slide his scarlet eyes to you, then quickly balling his clammy hands into first he gives his best shot at a smile. It's more of a smirk and he's worried his fangs might be popping out too much. Sure, he's going to have to practice to do better, but this is what he's got for you now. He feels intense eyes not matching the smile but he keeps it on hoping this is enough for you; he feels like an idiot. 

You look surprised for a minute before your lips widen to that additive smile of yours. God how you make his chest warm from your small actions, do you even know what you do to him? Breath catching in his throat he just watches how the simple act of your smile lightens up his dingy office. 

“You too Miguel, thank you.” Turning back you exit the office, completely oblivious that you have completely melted him.

Watching you leave the smile turns more natural, softening his rigid features slightly. 

“Well, that seemed to go well, practicing is starting to pay off huh?” Layla beams floating around Miguel's head, his face instantly falling back to his ever-iconic frown. 

“Could you just, not?” the voice irritated but the slight flush of his ears gave away how on the inside he's beaming. 

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Miguel couldn't help himself, after your brief interaction in his office a few days ago, he just couldn't resist the urge to see you again. But instead of just finding and talking to you (like a normal person) he settled on watching you through the cameras of HQ. 

Yes, Kinda creepy, but when you are near he clams up so this was the alternative. You were training in the strength and conditioning room, sparring with Gwen to improve your combat skills. Miguel appreciated how seriously you were taking your training, sweat and fatigue in your eyes showing how you were instant to push yourself. Movements so graceful chest heaving as you wore out over time. Seeing your sweaty body a familiar rush spreads through him reaching his crotch, you're going to be the death of him… 

Finally, the training wrapped up, Miguel watched as you stretched out your neck rubbing your sore shoulders. The training session wore you out. Always pushing yourself towards improvement, Miguel admired that about you. 

“Si, baby so sore,” Miguel whispers as he watches you. If you gave him the chance he would rub all your soreness from you, he would make it his mission just to make you feel good. 

Getting closer to the screen he thinks of what it would be like to just touch you, to hold you, just once. That's all he needed one touch and this crush would disappear. 

Watching intently he sees that smile, like the one you had given him spread to your lips when Gwen handed you a bottle of water. Eagerly opening the water you press the bottle to your lips and start drinking in haste, the water running down your mouth to your neck. His heart skips a beat and his pants get tighter, of course, one touch wouldn't satisfy him. If he had you he could never let you go, his plight would only worsen. 

Zooming on to your face he studies every curve, every feature. 

“Just one chance, give me one chance…” 

“One chance what?” 

Peter's voice breaks Miguel's daze and causes him to quickly hide the monitor with his hands. It's too late however Peter is right next to him and has heard what Miguel said. Peter's face is confused at first but when he looks at Miguel's eager hands trying to hide something he leans in further, and then a sliver of your face shows through. Realization hits him and an excited smile spreads to his face. Peter watches as Miguel's face slightly flushes and contours to irritation. 

“Miguel, wait, do you-”

“No, ¡Cállate!” 

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After a long conversation of Miguel telling Peter to shut up while he guesses his crush correctly, he's boasting about how he figured Miguel was interested in y/n and how he was going to help Miguel out. Miguel was reluctant, but he wanted to get closer to you desperately, so if Peter was going to help to make that happen he would just have to grit and bear it, for you, anything for you. Peter assures Miguel he knows how to help him but he first has to go pick up some supplies…. 

Peter returns to Miguel’s office with a bag. Miguel knew he was about to regret this. 

“So I figured because you have a hard time talking to y/n the best thing to do is rehearse what you are going to say. When I asked out MJ I practiced this whole speech for her, very romantic. She loved it.” As Peter talks he opens the bag to reveal a wig that is very raminist to your hair. Peter flips the wig on his head and faces Miguel. 

Miguel just shakes his head disapprovingly

“No, Absolutely not.” 

“Come on Miguel we are just going to practice what you're going to say” Peter tries to reassure with a smile.  

“Is the wig really necessary?” Miguel groans as he watches Peter flick the hair from his face and adjust the wig. 

Peter holds his hand to his chest in mock offense “It helps me get in character” 

“I'm not doing this” Miguel turns to leave to go back to working on his platform before Peter quickly protests.

“Okay, okay, I'm just trying to help ease the tension, but let's do this, practice what you are going to say.” 

Miguel huffs, he really must be desperate to be getting Peter's help like this. “How do I even approach her?” 

“You could start with a hi, you know like a normal person?” 

Miguel groans “Okay…” Peter turns away from Miguel. Miguel takes a moment to think of his approach before he walks closer to Peter. 

“Hello, Y/n do you have a second to talk?” 

Peter whips around in a perky dementor, “Oh hi Miguel, of course, I have a second just for you” Peter says in a mockingly sweet tone and shoots Miguel a wink that has his skin crawling

“She wouldn't do that” 

“You don't know, plus I'm playing y/n so I am putting my creative twist to it, now continue”  

Miguel rolls his eyes before continuing. 

“I enjoyed reading your last mission report, very thorough as usual” 

Peter groans breaking character “Miguel, that’s boring, don’t talk about work. You're trying to ask her out not give her a promotion” 

Miguel thinks “Well that’s a thought…” 

Peter snaps his fingers “Look you like her you need to get personal share your feelings; share your passion.” 

Miguel scoffs rolling his eyes, sharing his passion. He couldn't get that personal so quickly. Peter can read his distrust and is quick to convince him.

“No, trust me, I landed MJ I know how to talk to women, now try again but with more passion and fire!” 

Peter goes back to where he was standing before. Miguel turns and thinks of Y/n. Passion? Fire? 

His thoughts go back to when he first saw her, he thought she glowed in a breathtaking radiance, and he couldn't remember when he saw someone so beautiful. Then once she started talking she was so positive, but never naive, she just always wanted to bring people up and make them feel better. She was also a hard worker, always picking up the slack for others and always wanting to improve herself, not everyone was like that, they would just be content with how things were but not her. Then there was how she always made a room warmer from just being there, things were just a little bit better when you were around. Miguel saw qualities in her that he wished he had, or that he wished a partner would have. So since he met her, she was stuck in his mind. 

Finally, he thinks he has it,  

“Y/n”  Miguel breathes.

Peter turns around slowly “Why yes…” Before he can finish his words Miguel’s large frame is looming over him, hands quickly squeezing his arms to his sides staring intensely.

“I think you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. You are so warm to me and I would destroy anything or anyone who would ever think of harming you. Just give me the word, give me a chance and I will…for you…anything for you…” 

Peter looks terrified from the intensity of the confession and a coughing nose makes them break the intense eye contact. 

They see Jess and Ben staring at the two of them Jess is the first to speak up

“Should we come back later? Or…” 

Miguel and Peter quickly break apart. 

“Look that wasn't towards me Miguel has a thing for Y/n” 

Right as Peter voices your name Miguel's hands on his throat to strangle him. Jess and Ben all let out a long ‘oh’ as Miguel proceeded to shake Peter by his neck. 

“It’s actually been quite sweet” a voice calls “I mean we all should have guessed considering he stares at her like a love-sick dog.”

This causes Miguel to stop his assault on Peter and look around confused. Dropping down he sees Hobie with that smug look on his face. 

“Your kinda obvious mate.”

Miguel shakes his head, irritation and embarrassment starting to take him over. 

“What are you doing here?” Miguel growls

“Look mate I just came to catch a nap, didn't expect to catch a show instead.” 

Great, Peter knows, Jess knows, Ben knows and now shocking Hobie knows, this can't get any worse. 

“So, when are you going to confess?” Ben asks curiously 

“We were shooting for next week” Peter, now back to life, places his hand on Miguel's shoulder. 

Hobie sucks air between his teeth and this causes everyone to turn to look at him confused. 

“I wouldn’t wait that long if I were you, apparently she has a crush she's going to confess too soon.” 

Miguel's eyes glow red, it just got worse- “She likes someone? Who!” He barks out to get an answer

Hobie holds his hands up in mock surrender “I ain’t got scooby doo mate, just what I heard” 

“Well that could just be a rumor,” Jess says trying to calm Miguel's sudden rage

“It was from a reliable source” Hobie counters with a smirk.

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What is he doing, What is he doing? 

Miguel's mind races as he swings through y/n’s dimension. It was just a rumor he tried to assure himself, but that small voice in his mind counters, what if it wasn’t? What if it was true and he missed his chance, no, even if you reject him he needs to tell you how he feels. All his nervousness seems to flow away as he gets closer to your apartment. 

Your apartment in view he takes a deep breath and swings over, gripping the wall with his talons to catch himself. Climbing with a fever he reaches your window which was left open by a crack, the curtains of your room hiding the inside. He didn't even know if you were home, and just going in would be an invasion of your privacy but Miguel can't resist he needs to talk to you tonight!

Slowly opening the window more he first smells it, then your whimpering moan confirms it. Miguel swallows trying to soothe his suddenly dry throat. With slow movements, he carefully opens the window and peaks through the curtains. 

There you are, back arched, hair messy, bouncing on a large dildo. It was the image he had fantasized about and now it's happening right in front of him. Completely hypnotized by the sight and urged by the tightening of his suit's crotch area. He moves his head in more, pushing up on the window to open it slowly wider to lean himself in.

“Ah!~ ah!~” 

Eyes widening Miguel thinks he's dreaming, the throbbing of his cock is killing him and as he moves his hand from the window to palm his sudden ache. But with no warning the window slid shut abruptly, landing hard on his head and making a loud thump. The sudden noise startles you to scream, quickly unsheathing the dildo from your wet pussy and fumbling to cover yourself with the ruined sheets of your bed. 

 “Miguel? What are you doing here?” you ask in a panic.  

Face flushed Miguel crawls through your window landing clumsily on the floor. He's too embarrassed to answer your question. 

“What's wrong with your window?” -smooth, avoid the question. 

“It's broken, it only stays open a crack” you ramble in confusion, then you furrow your eyes back to him “wait, don’t avoid the question, why are you here?” 

Miguel stumbles off of the floor now towering at his full height.  Looking down at you he can't help the desire flooding down to his cock. The sweat makes your skin glow, your hair a disheveled mess from fucking yourself too fast, nude body wrapped in your thin white sheets that as your arousal completely drenches it making it appear slightly see-through on your body. Great, he thought confessing to you would be hard before, but now it seems downright impossible. 

Miguel sees you shuffling uncomfortably so he turns around before he speaks, the tips of his ears red from blushing. 

“I wanted to speak with you.” 

“Uh, You couldn't call?” 

Miguel's shoulders slumped slightly, this was not going well…

“No, it's not a work matter”

“Then what-”

“Personal” Miguel quickly whips around looking at your eyes before turning back around. He starts tapping his foot feeling nervous. 

“You see y/n, I'm not exactly the best when it comes to talking..about…personal things. I usually focus on work, especially since founding the society that honestly takes up my entire life-” Miguel feels himself starting to ramble, great he's talking now but not saying what he needs to. “Well lately there has been something else occupying my mind, and it involves you.” 

Miguel hears you shuffling around and his nerves are threatening to get the better of him. How can he face anomalies, and lead a whole superhuman society but he can't just tell someone he likes them? Taking a deep breath he steadies himself once more. He just needs to do it, confess, come on it's just like ripping off a bandaid.

“Do you remember what Hobie asked us?…” 

Miguel winces and scratches the back of his head, Why is he bringing this up now? Great; This confession is already crap…

“Um…Yeah?” shit, you sound so creeped out. Well, how could you not be right now? Just need to keep going.  

“Well, the thing is, it's you…the thing I like, well you're not a thing. The person I like..is you. But I guess Hobie was talking about characteristics…you have actually a lot of characteristics that I am fond of…like your eyes for one…but it's not just your appearance, shit…¿Qué demonios estoy diciendo? (what the hell am I saying).”

As Miguel rubs his hand on his forehead feeling stupid for doing this, his words are cut off by the sensation of a hand touching the middle of his back gently. The hand rubs up and down slowly, causing a shiver to roll down Miguel's spine. 

“I like you too,” Your voice rings in his ears, the thumping of his heart stilling for a moment as his breath stops. Miguel turns around to face you. You're looking up at him still wrapped up in your sheets, arms wrapping around his waist. That smile that lights up his mind, how your touch warms his body. He's addicted to how you make him feel.  

“I’m not good at this…there was this whole speech I rehearsed..” 

“Yeah, you might need some more practice on your romantic speeches”

Looking down you look like an angel wrapped in your white sheets looking up at him with such tenderness. Not wanting to waste this moment he leads down towards your face. 

“I think I'm more of a man of action, rather than words” 

Feeling your soft hand touch his face he sees how to lift your toes to get closer to his face fanning your breath over his lips. 

“Isn’t the saying? Actions speak louder than words?” 

With that he swiftly lifts you from the back of your thighs, instinctively you wrap your legs around him, and then your arms wrap around his neck while your fingers play with his dark hair. Seating himself down on your bed with you straddling him. Miguel's crimson eyes just keep to your face, taking in how your face changes with every movement he makes.  

Tenderly you place your hands to the sides of his face, leaning in you carefully catch his lips into a kiss. He reveled in how your glossy lips formed to his, his tongue gently pushing through your lips. He has to open his eyes and close them again just to make sure this is real and not one of his daydreams. 

The kiss becomes more heated, you taste better than he could have imagined. Slowly he rubs his gloves hands over you causing your thin sheet to slip off you pooling to the floor.  

Miguel breaks the kiss and looks down at your nude body. A low groan vibrates through his chest as he pushes your body closer to him, then roughly grabs your ass. The sudden touch has you jumping forward with a whimper. Taking the opportunity, he is quick to latch his plush lips to your perked bud. Tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his talons threaten to pierce the skin of your ass. 

He's lost in the moans of you losing yourself to the pleasure. Tugging and pinching your sensitive skin as he licks the valley of your breast. Getting drunk off your moans he swears he could continue to taste your skin forever but, the feeling of your wet cunt rubbing against his erection tips him off to how needy you are becoming, your rutting into him like you're in heat, and he's quick to make it worse by grinding into you latching onto your breast once more. 

“Miguel, please…” 

That's right, beg…Miguel releases your nipple with a pop. 

“Please what my angel?” he grabs your neck and licks a stripe up to your ear that causes you to shake. 

“I want you, Please.” 

Miguel smiles and deactivates his suit, his strained erection quickly popping forward to slap your puff folds, moans escaping from your lips. Grabbing a hold of his cock he slips it through your folds coating it your slick. Practically coming undo then he feels how your nails scratch his skin, the teasing is making you desperate. Miguel can't help himself; he slaps his cock on your swollen clit just to hear you whimper. 

“Ride it, angel.” 

Grabbing his cock he holds it still as you breathlessly line yourself up to the pebbling tip of his cock. Tight grip on his shoulders you slowly sink yourself down. Inch by inch slowly splitting yourself open on him.  

“It’s ah, big…” 

You're already clenching and you're only halfway down. Miguel is quick to rub soft circles on your hip gently guiding you while cooing praises to your ear.

 “Shh, I know but you're almost there, just relax.” 

Finally, you have pressed him in, the delicious stretch making your head roll over your bare shoulders. Taking a moment to adjust to his size Miguel presses delicate kisses to your chest and collarbone. His hands hold your hips as you adjust to his length.  

“Look at you, you're taking me so well”

Glazed-over eyes meet his praise and your glossy lips stretch to a smile. He thinks he could cum just at the sight, but he knows you need more, and he's not going to disappoint you. Quickly he's lifting your hips up and down fucking you slowly down on him. All you can do is moan and grab his shoulders tighter and his pace builds from slow and tender to more vigorous. 

Subtle grunts of ‘Mine’, and ‘sweet’ escape his lips as he practically uses you as a human fleshlight. To Miguel's surprise though you're pushing his chest to lay his back onto the bed. Once he's down you start bouncing faster on him. 

Bouncing, up and down the squelch of your wet pussy clenching on him, you are mewling in pleasure as your face contours to that of a silent scream. Body glistening from the sweat fucking yourself hard on his cock, back arching as you chase your orgasm. Miguel can help but throw his head back moaning, his mouth hanging open fangs stretched out. He never thought his sweet angel could be so relentless, it has his cock throbbing. 

“That's it, baby, fuck yourself dumb on my cock”

Miguel starts rubbing and flicking your clit that has your eyes pricking with tears. He watches as you pant, your velvet walls clenching down on him as you continue to ride him approaching orgasm. Sweat rolls down your flushed skin and you continue. Taking his hand he gently grabs your chin and makes you look down at him, he wants to etch the fucked out expression to his mind forever. His sweet angel mouth in that perfect ‘o’ and her hooded eyes pool with tears from the intense pleasure. 

Biting his lip he slams his hip up nudging into your cervix that has you throwing your head back screaming, your nails digging into his chest as you finally squirt on his cock.  

“Cumming, I'm cumming miggy~ ah, ah ah!” 

“That’s it, cum on my cock, such a good girl, squirting all over me.”

Fucking you through your orgasm he stops your bouncing and grabs your hips guiding you to rock back a forth on his length. Squirming and wailing in overstimulation he knows that the pain and pleasure are swirling together making your brain split, your cunt gets wetter as it tightens to try and accommodate to the rapture you are feeling.  

“Just hang on for me angel, ah please…”

Thoroughly fucked dumb you're only able to blabber incoherently and nod through half-lidded eyes as Miguel's throbbing cock chases his orgasm. With your blissed-out agreeance, he Grabs the globs of your ass and fucks into your faster. 

“Ah, I'm going to fill you up, you want that? Be filled with cum?” 

You can only release a stream of ‘uh-huh’ as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten again. It's not until you muster a sweet coo of “fill me” that has him rutting harder shooting his hot cum inside you with one final thrust. Whimpering as he fills you, you sit still on his cock till you’ve practically milked him dry. The intense throbbing of his cock and the sudden rush of heat bursting inside you has your coil snapping as you cum on him a second time 

Gently rubbing your sides he coaxes you down slowly to his chest. Curling his arm around you he softly kisses your spent body. Staying like that for awhile, it's you who finally rolls off his chest and disappears out of the room. Miguel hears what sounds like a bath, leaning up he looks up to see your nude body leaning in the doorway smiling at him, it's so infectious that he can't help but smile back. 

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Miguel's head is pressed to your chest as you gently massage the conditioner through his scalp. A smile pressed to his lips as he just relaxes with you in the warm bath. His large hand rubs tender circles on your knee as he just listens to your sweet hums as you tenderly wash him. The steam from the bath rises to create the perfect haze in the room, it feels so natural to be doing this,to be with you in such an intimate way. Kisses get pressed to his face as you hug him tightly, the smile on his face only growing wider. 

“Miguel” 

“Mhmm?” He lazily looks up at you to see your sweet smile. Carefully he brings his hand to brush your hair behind your ear. 

“Nothing, I just really like your smile”

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spider-teens ★ D&D HEADCANONS

— hobie, gwen, miles, pavitr (+ peter b & mayday!)

warnings: d&d jargon (there's definitions at the end if you're curious), shenanigans, miles being a NERDDD, a lil shorter than usual

a/n: how id imagine these lot playing d&d!!! ive only played / ran 5e so forgive me veteran players 😭 again feel free to add / disagree w me it's all in good fun

If MILES doesn't run the game, he plays a warlock for sure. Not because it fits him personality wise but because he wants to be a magic user but also not be held back by it. My man is thinking STRATEGY and takes every opportunity to geek out about the specifics of his abilities. He also definitely has a ridiculously fleshed-out backstory he's kind of too embarrassed to tell anyone about.

Either warlock or the nerd multi-classes and it confuses the hell out of EVERYONE... I feel like he tries a lot of the classes though so warlock is kind of a starting point when he's playing with his spider friends (he defo played fighter or sorcerer in the past)

Miles is the one who gets everyone together though (and jumps through universes to make sure everyone's on time 😭 he will NOT tolerate scheduling issues)

Peter B runs a lot of their games except he used to play 3e or Pathfinder back in the day (nerd...) so Miles is just like... gritting his teeth a little whenever Peter misses a little detail or a skill check. He probably used to play in high school / college I mean come on...

Speaking of Peter B OF COURSE he lets Mayday roll the dice. The entire party could depend on that roll and she's rolling it and everyone is TENSE (And he tries not to let her eat the dice... Tries.)

HOBIE plays a barbarian or rogue. He'd play a barbarian just for the hell of it (sounds cool) and would most definitely carry everyone by total accident because he's like... the only one alive.

Rogue also for the hell of it cause stealing is rebellious and that 😭 Though if he does play a rogue his character becomes one of the most unintentionally complex characters in the game.

Hobie would figure out the entire plot of the adventure completely by accident and Peter just laughs awkwardly and goes "You'll just have to find out next session!" and maybe dies inside (but it's not like he prepares for his sessions anyway 💀)

Absolutely crits at the most ridiculous times and derails the whole campaign because he decided to interrogate a minor political figure and now they're destabilising the region's government instead of fighting dragons

And he accidentally becomes the leader of like the whole village and maybe starts a revolution and Peter is sat there lips pressed together hands pressed together elbows on table like "...I guess that happens then."

Might cheat a little bit. Just a little. Not enough to ruin the campaign but enough to have Peter sweating 💀 A lil strand of web under his dice hurt nobody right? (Those goblins are DEAD dead)

Miles is gob-smacked and definitely a little jealous of him 😭

PAVITR originally wants to play a fighter because that sounds... cool as hell BUT when Miles explains the bard class to him he takes it and runs

I'd say Pavitr is relatively new to the game as are Hobie and Gwen but he hones in on the roleplay (not as seriously as Miles but definitely participates)

Probably leads the group and goes head-first into danger (Miles is literally pissing himself) and his character probably knows loads of languages cause he just conveniently picked a race with very useful languages for the adventure (as per Miles' suggestion)

But he goes out-of-character more than once to go "WTF????" when he doesn't manage to rizz up an NPC and they're have to roll for initiative (attempts to be a pacifist)

The goat when it comes to fights though he plays such a good supporting character and if he were to die everyone would totally be finished 😭🙏

GWEN plays either a monk or a wizard. I feel like she doesn't particularly mind but she plays wizard for a little bit before realising that she doesn't really like the magic stuff? Goes for monk and it's a lot simpler and more fun

More of an observer but is helpful when it comes to investigating areas and carries like EVERY item possible: potions, magical items, 20 rocks for some reason. Bag of holding girlie (like how she holds that trauma she has in real li—)

Has THE coolest weapons. Because her character can't rely on magic she's constantly upgrading or getting new weapons and her unique monk abilities come in handy again when exploring!!!

Totally makes fun of Miles (endearingly!) And maybe points out a plot hole in his backstory and he wants to curl up into a ball and disappear for a good minute (he rethinks his entire character for 2 nights straight)

Has an NPC she would protect with her LIFE. Barmaid at the inn? Anything for you sweetums 😁😁😁 *trips over and dies*

That's all given if they have an actually functional game... It takes them probably about like a year to finish a one-shot adventure

But it is SO worth the memories (albeit very chaotic memories.) Even when they're arguing over a roll (usually Hobie's) or someone's character has literally died they make it work through the power of friendship...! And a broken table

These guys are crazy I love them

"Embrace the chaos is the mood for tonight's session. AKA you guys are screwed... Roll initiative."

"What the hell?!"

"Don't swear in front of the kid!"

Jargon!

Campaign: A world containing one set of characters where different adventures take place

Dungeon Master / DM: The person who creates the story and runs the game

Skill check: Rolling a die to see if you've passed or failed a certain skill when performing an action (for example charisma when trying to persuade somebody)

Crit: Critical hit. When you roll a 20 on a 20-sided die. You deal loads of damage in a fight basically.

NPC: Non-playable character. Any characters who aren't the players within the universe. Controlled by the DM.

Initiative: The roll you have to make before a fight to decide the order of turns. "Roll initiative" means "you guys are in a fight now!!!! lmao!!!!"

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thank you for reading my insane midnight rant LMAOOO

i haven't played d&d in like 2 years so apologies if anything is diabolically wrong here 💀would love to hear your thoughts!

reblogs appreciated <3 read the rest of my atsv stuff here!

#pavitr prabhakar #spiderman india #gwen stacy #ghost spider #miles morales #hobie brown #hobart brown #spider punk #atsv headcanons #miles morales headcanons #gwen stacy headcanons #pavitr prabhakar headcanons #hobie brown headcanons #atsv #across the spiderverse #vhstown #dungeons and dragons #d&d

[sunjakes]

born again ; park sunghoon

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader genre: suggestive (minors dni !!), a teeny bit of fluff towards the end kinda warnings: mentions of alcohol, hoon is a cocky little shit, one night stand type of vibes, allusions to a mean dom hoon but with no actual smut, cussing, pet names (darling and doll but he also calls mc a slut😵‍💫), sunghoon taking his costume role too seriously and liking to bite, mc lowkey falls into subspace ?? idk, teeny bit of choking, not proofread word count: 1.8k a/n: i don’t care that it’s january .. spooky season is ALWAYS 🙄 ever since i started to consider writing more suggestive things for hyung line this idea has been screaming from the back of my mind … hope all the hoon whores love this 🫶 ALSO THIS IS NAMED AFTER DRACULA BY F(X) BC THAT SONG SLAYS AND I MISS THEM

despite loving the halloween season, you were never one for costume parties. as a kid, you loved watching your friends and classmates dress up as their favorite characters — parents having small get togethers while their kids wander around neighborhoods, accompanied by older siblings and cousins as they try to see who can collect the most candy.

going into early adulthood, the ambience surrounding the holiday changed drastically. people are still throwing parties, but unlike the ones from your childhood, these ones are filled with loud music, costumes that are barely actual costumes, and gallons upon gallons of alcohol. it just never seemed to pique your interest.

your friends were practically dragging you to this party being thrown by the most popular guy in he area, heeseung. you’ve heard too many stories about him, some of which you could never bring yourself to rehash. just thinking about his track record brings a burning to your face. pulling at the fabric that’s clinging to your abdomen, you huff at the discomfort your costume is causing you.

the pounding music from inside heeseung’s home can be heard as soon as you get out of your friend’s car, and you can already feel a headache forming behind your eyelids. you hesitate to head inside for a millisecond before you’re being dragged by your wrist, your friends far too impatient to wait around.

“c’mon, y/n, it’ll be fun!! you just gotta live a little while we’re still young!”

you roll your eyes as you follow behind them, the music getting infinitely louder as you walk through the door. instantaneously, your friends leave you by the door as they go to hunt out the guys they’ll spend their night with. as you begrudgingly make your way towards the kitchen to make what will likely be your only drink of the night, you look around at the other attendees and the costumes they chose to don.

you aren’t shocked at the amount of repetitive costumes worn throughout the party — a least a half dozen of velmas, daphnes, shaggys, and freds; countless witches, vampires, and even a few comic characters like spiderman and harley quinn; and the amount of girls and guys alike dressed as those ‘mean girls’ style sexy animals makes you scoff.

however, there’s a single person who catches your attention. he’s one of many people wearing some version of a vampire costume — but, unlike the others, you notice he isn’t wearing those fake, plastic fangs — and you aren’t sure if it’s the costume or if you genuinely don’t know him; but you cannot seem to pull any name out of your memory to match his face.

he seemed to be completely on his own just like you were, and you wondered if he came with friends that abandoned him like yours had just moments ago. however, your train of thought gets derailed rather quickly as his eyes meet yours and you feel your face flushing as you look away. you rush into the kitchen to make a stronger concoction than you originally intended, missing the smirk that graced his lips when he caught you staring.

“d’you spot your victim, hoon?”

sunghoon looks over to heeseung, his cocky smirk not leaving his lips. heeseung watches you as you turn the corner, playfully patting sunghoon’s shoulder with a knowing glint in his eyes. chuckling quietly at his friend’s expression, he just shakes his head as he walks back to the main group of partygoers, bidding sunghoon a quiet good luck. nodding as heeseung walks off, sunghoon decides to give you a minute before he heads to meet you in the kitchen, a plan beginning to formulate in his mind.

having already forgotten what various liquors you combined in your cup, you clench your eyes shut as you down its contents in a single go. the burning sensation the drink leaves in your throat seemingly calms you down as you will yourself to not think about the strange interaction you just had. despite it just being a seconds worth of eye contact, you felt your heart racing at the mental image of his face — which has already seemed to burn its way behind your eyelids.

you let the alcohol settle in your stomach for a few moments and you feel your body tense as a strong cologne floods your senses. you could've sworn you were the only person in the kitchen, so you try to rationalize how someone at a party like this managed to appear so quietly. as you weigh your options between ignoring their presence or trying to strike an inevitably boring conversation, you notice how the person feels a lot closer than they were before.

you turn around and meet eyes with the same guy that caught your interest when you first entered the party. you try to hide how your breath hitches in your throat as you're able to get a better look at him than you did before. you swear that the beauty marks on his cheek and nose bridge were placed perfectly, and add a striking handsomeness to his face. a small smirk plays on his lips as you unabashedly check him out, and you notice how one of his fang-like canines pokes along his tinted bottom lip.

"i wasn't expecting to see someone show up to this party dressed like that.."

you roll your eyes at his comment, turning around to grab a bottle of water as you fight the urge to pour more liquor into your cup.

"says the one of twenty vampires in the damn house.. at least my costume isn't so predictable, dracula-"

sunghoon only chuckles at your response, and you turn around to look at him again. you feel your body begin to burn as his eyes trail down your figure, suddenly feeling self conscious. he takes a couple steps towards you, and you back up until your body bumps into the counter. your words get caught in your throat as his hands ghost along your waist before gently holding onto the marble at your sides. looking down at you with a near sadistic smile, you can picture his eyes turning a deep shade of red as he leans close to your ear, his lips grazing against the skin of your earlobe.

“i’m not your typical dracula, darling..”

the gravelly tone in sunghoon's voice pulls a soft whimper from your lips, and you hear him let out another low chuckle as he lets one of his sharp canines run against the skin of your ear, pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes. his breath gently fans against your face, and you fight the urge to rest your hands against his chest. regaining some of your composure, you make eye contact with him again as a smug grin of your own tugs on your lips.

"prove it then, mr. cullen-"

your drink cup is long forgotten as sunghoon grabs your arm firmly — yet gentle enough to not hurt you. your mind floods with thoughts and mental images as you note how the muscles in his arm flex with his various movements. leading you to an empty room in heeseung's home, he hastily shuts and locks the door before pushing you against it, his head diving down to start pressing kisses along your jawline and neck.

your mouth gapes open in a gasp as you feel sunghoon slowly bite down onto your neck. his teeth sink into your skin, and a moan bubbles in your throat as you clutch to the shirt on his chest. sucking against the spot for a few moments, he pulls away to observe as the skin flushes a dark shade of red. he only watches for a moment, though, as he begins the same attack on different spots on both sides of your neck.

once fully content, one of his hands slowly makes his way to gently hold onto your bruised neck as he pulls you into a deep and messy kiss. you reciprocate in milliseconds, your grip on sunghoon's shirt loosening as you rest your hands flat on his abdomen, a whine falling into his lips as you feel his nails gently press into the base of your neck. as your lips part, sunghoon takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring it with a fervor. more quiet moans tumble from your lips at the newfound sensation, and you wrap your arms around his neck, carding your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. you quickly get overwhelmed by the current situation, and sunghoon pulls away once you and him are both panting for air.

with a cocky smirk on his face, his gaze flits from your blown out eyes to your red, swollen lips that are glistening from his and your combined saliva. looking into his eyes which have darkened with lust, you gently tug at strands of his hair in a wordless beg to continue what's been started. sunghoon only chuckles and drops his hand from your neck so he can rest both of his hands on your waist, and the loss of contact makes you instinctively whine.

"what is it, doll? i've barely done a thing, yet you've already turned into a dazed slut."

sunghoon's faux sympathy drops instantaneously with how he spits out the last word, and the way he tugs you closer to him so that both of your hips are pressed together causes another near pornographic moan to fall from between your lips.

"getting you so worked up before you even know my name.. what am i going to do with you, hm?"

you can only manage to respond with near silent pleads, and sunghoon takes a step back from you with a wicked grin, reveling in the way you cry for him at the lack of contact. instead of heading back over to you, he only opens his arms teasingly, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you.

"if you aren't gonna use your words, doll, then you'll need to show me what you want yourself~"

making your way over to sunghoon, you say nothing as you lightly grip onto his shirt again. you bury your face in the crook of his neck as his hands ghost along your waist, pressing wet kisses along the column of his neck as his cologne once again floods your senses. tauntingly cooing at your sudden clinginess, sunghoon slowly moves the two of you towards the empty bed.

as he sits down and pulls you to stand between his legs, he enjoys how you look at him with a blank, doe-eyed expression. the way you're seemingly entranced by sunghoon's every move fills his chest with pride, and all he can do is picture the things he wants to do both with and to you. gently running his hands along your waist and torso, sunghoon presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

"god, darling, you are going to drive me absolutely insane..."

#enhypen drabbles #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon fanfiction #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon smut

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Pls you reblogged the "Eddie Munson is the type to say 'oooo you wanna kiss me so bad' in the middle of an argument" and now I just want to see how that plays out with Lucy (not a serious argument just playful)

A/N: So, this turned into a bit of a thing. I'm picturing this after they officially get together and Eddie's name is cleared. The post in question.

Warning: None. This is pure unadulterated fluff.

Word Count: 736

"You can't be serious."

"As a heart attack."

Eddie stared at her, mouth open in complete and utter shock.

They were sitting on the bed, Lucy resting her back against the headboard while Eddie sat on the end, the VHS tapes in his hand all but forgotten. The plan had been a last minute movie night after Lucy had called to inform Eddie that Dustin would be over at Mike’s while her mom was working. Despite the smaller screen, they agreed her room was the safest just in case either one of them decided to come home early. The current conversation, however, was derailing the plan entirely. 

"How can you possibly claim to love Star Wars and tell me that Return of the Jedi is better than The Empire Strikes Back?" 

"I'm not saying it's better,” she amended. “I'm just saying that it’s better than people give it credit for. Empire is great, but in terms of rewatch ability, I prefer Jedi."

"How?" 

"The confrontations between Vader and Luke, Vader's final redemption, rescuing Han, Luke becoming a full Jedi–”

"Ewoks.”

"I like the Ewoks."

Eddie collapsed onto the bed, clutching his chest with one hand allowing his free arm to fall dramatically over his eyes. 

"I can't even look at you any more. You're breaking my heart."

Lucy hit him with a pillow for that one. 

He laughed, taking it in stride as he uncovered his eyes enough to meet hers. "Seriously though? Ewoks?"

"They're cute,” she defended. “It's a good juxtaposition to the Empire, in a nature vs. machine kind of way. Plus, you can't tell me you didn't feel something when mid battle one of them realized their friend was dead."

"Just relief I didn't have to see one more of them."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, I get it. You're soooo cool. Mr. Heavy Metal likes it when the teddy bears die." 

"Well not all of us can be as sensitive as you,” he teased.

"I'm not sensitive."

"You cried when we watched King Kong."

"He didn't do anything wrong!” she exclaimed. “He was just hanging out on his island, keeping the people from getting eaten by dinosaurs when some assholes decided to kidnap him and exploit him for money. Why are you grinning at me?"

Eddie shook his head. "Nothing, you're just adorable when you're worked up."

"I'm not worked up.” 

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not. You’re just being a jerk.”

He raised his eyebrow, turning suddenly onto his stomach. “A jerk, huh?”

“Huge.” 

His eyes narrowed before slowly crawling up the bed towards her. 

Lucy did her best not to squirm, making sure to keep her expression calm and her eyes focused on his.  

He stopped inches from her face, his arms caging her between him and the bed. She held firm all the while, even with his lips so tantalizingly close. At least, she thought she had been. 

"Oooo you wanna kiss me so bad,” he said, a half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

Heat rushed to her cheeks. "Shut up.”

"No, no, I think it's cute,” he said, before gesturing to his face. “My eyes are up here by the way."

She moved to shove him, but he quickly retalited. In an instant his hands were at her sides, tickling her with a vengeance. 

Lucy let out a squeal of laughter. She did her best to wriggle away, but Eddie wasn’t letting her escap that easily. 

“Get off me!” she giggled. 

“Nope, not until you admit I was right,” he insisted, pausing his attack.

“And what were you oh so right about?”

“We can start with you wanting to kiss me.”

She shook her head. "Not when you’re being an asshole.” 

His eyes narrowed, it was her only warning. The tickle assault started even harder than before. She could barely breathe. 

“No stop! Okay, okay! I want to kiss you!”

“Well, all you had to do was ask.” 

She didn’t get a chance to say anything before his lips found hers. Her response was instantaneous as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She should have been embarrassed how easily she surrendered, but God she did love how he kissed her.  

All too soon he pulled back, looking down at her with a shit eating grin. “See, not so bad being wrong.”

She had to laugh. "You’re still wrong about Jedi, though.” 

"Agree to disagree."

#stranger things #stranger things oc #eddie munson #lucy henderson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x henderson!oc #eddie munson x henderson!reader #2022 fic

[smileymoth]

ok so i gave up figuring out my gender bc i have school and i don't have time for it. However.

its so fucked up to me that i can only ever relate myself to men. like there's so few female characters who i can relate myself to it's always male characters. I don't know if its due to in traditional media being a lack of well written women who aren't 100% traditionally fem, but it feels WEIRD ok!!! the only one i can kind of relate to is Bones from Bones(TV) lol. but thats also bc she's autistic and I'd rather date her instead. And in non traditional media like idk say mcrp, I love all the girls but I don't see myselt in them, it's always some freak whiteboy instead (cough etho cough)

I've felt so guilty for only ever relating to male characters (hence why all my ocs who i relate the most to are men/not women) All the women I see in media/social media, its not a "omg shes like me" moment, its more of a "I want her so bad it makes me look stupid" situation. Which makes sense since I'm a lesbian but uh. Wjere aum I

But like. I'm not a guy? I don't per say want to look like a man. Like my overall gender envy visuals come from, like, embarrassingly, fcking slimecicle, the thomas(? the blond one) guy from Maneskin, fuckin add jozels to the list and most worst of all w**bur s**t bc????. (He does make me me unbelivably angry when i look at him for too long? weird lesbian things ig). But most of them already look like lesbians. WHAT AM I. Weird girlboy freak who looks like the most average woman. But the idea that I look like a woman makes me feel ill . Kind of. If i get my medically humongous tits (still shocked the doctor told me theyre big enough to cause medical issues LOL) reducted it'll be easier to not feel like that much of a womanly woman tho lol .like i dont feel like a woman but i also dont feel like anything else .i dont confirm to the capitalist ideal and the societal idea of a woman, but if gender is a construct then i am a woman? But then me not feeling like a woman has nothing to do with my actual gender and more with societal expectations that i dont want to fill? I feel more like a girl than a woman even though i am an adult woman . Maybe its because i feel like people wont take me seriously bc im a kind of stupid overweight ''woman" . i am also a lesbian and that complicates things even more since have dykes ever been normal abt gender

I got so derailed oh my god . I still dont know why i dont find myself relating to other women. I love spending time with women, theyre wonderful and all, but i just. I dont feel like i fit in with them? I feel like i fit in better with a group of men??? But I also feel more in line with women/femmes???but i dont relate to them????

Like i feel guilty for this but i

??? What the fucj

my ideal gender is loser girlboyfriend who loves her girlfriend and also gets tossed around by her to a acceptable degree. Like i see couples and i just Yearn to be the boyfriend of a girl. I DONT KNoW

I still only like she her pronouns tho lol. And im not particularly butch . Im more femme/futch presenting than anything. I want to be an emo boy): my gender is emo dyke boyfriend JAJWSJWK

#moth post

[swan-of-sunrise]

A Spellbinding Wedding (Spellbinding-Verse Interlude)

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki’s big day has finally arrived, but will mischief and superhero shenanigans succeed in derailing the happiest day of their lives?

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 10.9k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Almost 11k words of pure, tooth-rotting fluff lol

A/N: We’ve finally arrived at the wedding of Loki and the Cosmic Sorceress! If you haven't already, I recommend checking out the Spellbinding Playlist; I added a bunch of wedding/romantic songs I imagine they'd choose for their special day and they're all great, so go ahead and give it a listen!Thank you all so much for reading and for waiting like six months for this thing lol, and I hope that you enjoy!

A Spellbinding Wedding October 8th, 2016 Stark Mansion New York City, New York (Previous One-Shot)

“So, (Y/L/N), in just a few short hours you’re gonna be officially – pause for dramatic effect – off the market! Can you tell us what exactly’s going through the beautiful bride’s head right now?”

(Y/N) briefly paused her mascara application and pretended to ponder Clint’s overly-exaggerated question. “Whether or not it would be rude of me to drop that camcorder through a portal to Muspelheim and lock you in the basement until after the ceremony.”

The archer snickered before jumping up to sit on the dresser behind her and turning the camcorder around to directly address the camera. “As you can see, your mom gets a little cranky when she has to wake up early. Not sure if that’ll go away in the future or just get worse, so…either way, good luck with that, kiddos!”

“When you volunteered to film the ceremony and parts of the reception for us, I really should’ve questioned it more.” (Y/N) resumed applying her mascara while fighting back a smile. “At least any future children of ours will watch this, see just how ridiculous their Uncle Clint is and know that we weren’t exaggerating. Oh! Speaking of children, are Peter’s friends here yet? Tony was supposed to send Happy into Queens to pick them up an hour ago, but I haven’t heard anything about them since.”

“Yeah, they’re all hanging out in the old lab downstairs and Tony’s helping ‘em prep their sound equipment as we speak; you and Loki do know that there’s literally thousands of professional DJ’s living in New York you could’ve hired to run your wedding reception that aren’t sixteen and can actually drive themselves to their venues, right?”

“Says the friend of ours who practically begged to be the videographer even though he’s a professional archer by trade…” She mumbled under her breath, twisting the mascara wand back into its tube just as someone knocked on her suite’s door. “Come in!”

The door opened and Natasha popped her head into the room, her long red hair still wrapped in curlers, a clipboard in her hands and a comm link secured in her ear. The spy was taking her many duties as Matron of Honor very seriously, treating the day’s celebration as if it were a highly-classified mission and not a mid-sized wedding located at Tony’s family mansion; each of their teammates had been assigned specific duties and responsibilities and throughout the morning, Natasha regularly checked in with them to ensure that their tasks were going smoothly, which explained why she was shooting Clint the trademark glare she normally reserved for Hydra agents and invading aliens. “Last I checked, Barton, you’re supposed to be overseeing the florists in the garden and not raising the bride’s blood pressure right before the wedding.”

Clint jumped down from the dresser and raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, no need to go all Black Widow on me, Tasha.” He crossed the room and pressed a chaste kiss onto (Y/N)’s cheek before winking at her through the vanity’s mirror. “I’ll see you at the altar, (Y/L/N)!”

Natasha gave the archer one final glare as he hurried out of the suite while whistling ‘Chapel of Love’ and shook her head when the door closed behind him. “I swear, I’m gonna have to start using my Widow Bites on these people if they don’t start being more helpful…” The spy turned her attention to (Y/N) and her concentrated frown morphed into a smile. “Aw (Y/N), you look stunning and you haven’t even put on your dress yet! I’m serious, it’s like you’re glowing or-” She cut herself off and held a hand up to her ear to listen to a voice in her comm. “Wait a sec, Bruce says that the caterers just arrived. Did you want me to get you anything before I check in on them?”

“Is it too early in the day for a glass of champagne?”

“Not if there’s a splash of orange juice in it,” Natasha answered with a mischievous grin. “I’ll be back before you know it!”

The door closed behind the spy and for the first time that morning, the room fell silent. (Y/N) sat back in her seat and let out a sigh of relief; she loved her friends and teammates dearly, of course, but all she wanted to do was prepare for the wedding in peace and with as little stress as possible. The wedding was slightly larger than they’d originally anticipated, with over a hundred guests from Midgard, Asgard and Alfheim all gathered together at one of Tony Stark’s family mansions in the heart of New York City, and with the ink still drying on the three realms’ fledgling peace treaties, handling the guests and ensuring that they remain peaceful would be a difficult task to carry out on a day already filled to the brim with difficult tasks. So far, her friends were doing an excellent job with ensuring that everything was running smoothly but after living the life of a superhero for over a year, she knew just how quickly a situation could shift from calm to catastrophic.

“I wonder of Loki’s feeling just as anxious about all this as I am,” (Y/N) murmured to herself, giving the photograph of her soon-to-be husband she’d tucked into the edge of her vanity’s mirror a smile before setting her sights on her un-styled hair, hoping that the intricate task would serve to distract her from the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

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“Brother, what exactly is this gloopy green substance?”

“It’s an avocado and green tea mud mask.”

“…And why have we applied it to our faces?”

“It removes impurities from the skin while unclogging pores and absorbing excess oil.” Before Thor had a chance to ask another question, Loki brusquely continued. “Yes, it’s meant to relax you and no, you cannot eat it.”

Instead of becoming annoyed by Loki’s shortness, his brother chuckled. “In that case, these mud masks must be defective because you’re anything but relaxed, brother.” With a defeated sigh, Loki removed the cucumber slices resting on his eyelids and sat up, tossing the slices into the nearby trashcan and making his way into the suite’s bathroom to wash the half-dried mud mask off; he was halfway done when Thor entered and leaned against the door-frame, a look of concern visible even beneath his own thick mud mask. “Loki, are you all right? You haven’t been yourself all morning, and it’s beginning to worry me. You’re not having second thoughts about the wedding, are you?”

“No! No, of course not,” Loki emphatically shook his head. “I’ve been waiting for this day for quite a long time, believe me, but I…well, it’s an awfully significant life change, isn’t it? I know that what I’m feeling is only a natural reaction to such a change, of course, but a part of me can’t help but wonder if I’m even deserving of this life I’m about to embark on with (Y/N).”

His brother nodded in understanding. “I believe that Wilson refers to them as intrusive thoughts; unwelcome, involuntary thoughts with no basis in truth or fact that can manifest as a result of several forms of trauma.” When Loki raised his brows in surprise, Thor sighed and rolled his eyes in mild exasperation. “Believe it or not, brother, I do listen to what others say when they’re around me. The important point to be made is that they’re wrong; as your designated Best Man, it’s my duty to ease these irrational worries of yours and I believe that I have just the thing!”

Thor disappeared into the bedroom and quickly returned with an ornate bottle and two glasses, and Loki’s jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the familiar flagon. “That’s one of Asgard’s last remaining bottles of the great Hoder’s spiced mead. It’s to be drunk on the most special of occasions and only with the Allfather’s express permission…”

“I took a page out of your book and simply borrowed a bottle on my way out of the palace.” The older man grinned proudly at his uncharacteristic act of subterfuge and Loki couldn’t help but chuckle. “The Allfather might not agree, but my brother’s wedding and all the happiness it will surely bring him is a special occasion.”

As Loki’s throat burned and he fought back the sudden tears brought on by his brother’s support, he watched as Thor poured the amber-colored liquid out into the two glasses and pressed one into his hand, the corner of his mouth curving upwards while he raised the glass. “Well then, to happiness.”

“To happiness,” Thor echoed, and the two brothers clinked their glasses together before downing the spiced mead in one go. “Another!”

There was a gentle knock on the suite’s door and Frigga’s voice called out, “Loki? Thor?”

“Oh, Hel!”

Both men scrambled to hide the evidence of their treasonous transgression, shoving the spiced mead and glasses unceremoniously under the sink and rushing out of the bathroom to open the door for their mother; the Queen of Asgard was dressed spectacularly in a pale turquoise dress and matching wide-brimmed hat, looking just as elegant in Midgardian clothing as she always did on Asgard. Frigga was beaming as she stepped into the suite and reached up to hold Loki’s face between her hands. “Oh, I can hardly believe that my darling little one is getting married today, and to such a wonderful young woman as well! How are you feeling, Loki? Have you eaten anything at all?”

“I’m fine, Mother, just a little anxious.” Loki matched her infectious smile with one of his own. “After all, it’s not every day that three realms of the cosmos come together to celebrate a wedding.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about, because your brother and your friends are doing such an excellent job at keeping everything running smoothly.” Frigga gave them both a knowing look. “Perhaps another glass of Hoder’s spiced mead will soothe your nerves? Now, be a dear and make mine a double, please.”

Loki and Thor exchanged a wide-eyed look of surprise as their mother crossed the suite and began brushing the stray pieces of lint off their suit jackets hanging near the window, humming a cheerful tune to herself as she did.

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Pulling back to admire her handiwork, (Y/N) smiled brightly and twirled Cassie’s chair around to face her vanity’s mirror. “There, all finished! What do you think, Cassie?”

Their flower girl-slash-ring bearer squealed in joy and turned to her with the widest smile on her glittering face. “It’s so pretty! I love it!” She threw her arms around her middle and tightly hugged her. “Do I look like a fairy from Alf…Alf…?”

“Alfheim? I’m not sure, actually, I’ve never seen a fairy there before.” Shrugging, (Y/N) glanced over at Elora, who was preoccupied with unzipping the large garment bag containing her wedding dress. “Elora has, though! Haven’t you, Elora?”

The General of the Alfheimian Army looked up from her task with a small shudder. “Unfortunately. The little beasts possess needle-sharp teeth and use their woodland magic to mask their presence right before viciously attacking any who dare trespass into their domain.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in alarm but before she could chastise the Alfheimian for her bluntness, Cassie clapped her hands together and let out a delighted laugh. “That is so cool!”

A knock on her suite’s door drew (Y/N) away from Elora and Cassie’s animated discussion of the various magical beasts that lived on Alfheim, and she opened the door to reveal Sam and Bucky; both men were already dressed in their suits, minus their floral boutonnieres, but her calm demeanor vanished when she caught sight of the panicked expressions they were desperately trying to mask. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong, doll-”

“Yeah, everything’s goin’ according to plan, (Y/L/N), promise-”

“Nat had us come up here to…um…”

“To see if you needed any help with…anything.”

She arched an unimpressed brow that almost instantly silenced both men. “Do I really have to ask you two again?”

“…Scott lost the wedding rings!” (Y/N)’s jaw dropped and Bucky let out an indignant noise as Sam raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, Buck, but she’s got the same death glare my mom used to give me! Yeah, Scott put the rings down and now he can’t find them anywhere, and he can’t even use the ants to help ‘cause he didn’t bring his suit along.”

The super soldier hastily added, “Nat’s trying her best to jog his memory, but…well, you know Nat. I think she might end up making the poor guy faint before finding out where he might’ve lost the rings.”

“Okay, okay…” Rubbing her temples in an attempt to quell the rapidly-growing headache, (Y/N) took a steadying breath and forced herself to remain calm as she began formulating a plan. “All right, my hair and makeup’s already done, so let me find some slippers and we’ll go find Nat and Scott. I might be able to use my Alf Seidr to try and find them-” Both Sam and Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. “-But not a word of this to Loki, okay? The last thing he needs today is any added stress…”

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Arching a curious brow, Loki examined the items laid out on the coffee table before glancing up at his teammates. “This is a Midgardian tradition? It seems a little silly that these random objects can determine the outcome of a marriage.”

“Yeah, it’s a good luck thing here on Earth, Lokes, like that old Saints jersey Sam wears during every football season.” Clint held up the camcorder and pointed the lens at Loki as he continued. “Your dad’s a pretty smart guy, kiddos, but don’t let that fool you; he once thought your mom was dying when she was only having a little brain freeze. Remember, Lokes?”

“Children, if you’ve ever wondered why your mother once attempted to hit your dear Uncle Clint over the head with a coffee-table book, then now you know,” Loki snickered as the archer flushed pink and rolled his eyes.

A reluctant smile played on Steve’s lips while he finished fastening his cuff-links across the suite. “I hate to say it, but Barton’s right about it being good luck here. ‘Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.’ Your mother gifted you a set of cloak clasps for today so that’s your ‘something old,’ your tuxedo counts as your ‘something new,’ Tony’s lending you one of his nicer Rolex watches for your ‘something borrowed,’ and your ‘something blue’ are the navy blue suspenders you’re wearing.”

Loki hummed in interest. “I suppose that a little extra luck wouldn’t go amiss…”

Just as he slipped the borrowed Rolex onto his wrist, a visibly panicked Thor burst into the suite and made a bee-line to Steve. “Captain Rogers, there’s an urgent matter that I must speak to you about!”

“If it’s that Tony wrote a borderline explicit speech to read at the reception, then we all know and Nat already took care of-”

“No, no, it’s not that, but we really should discuss this matter out in the hall-”

“What is it, Thor?” Loki asked, tilting his head in confusion as he took in his brother’s unusually pale face and arching a disapproving brow when he proceeded to badly explain away his concern. “Brother, surely you haven’t forgotten that I’m the God of Lies? Whatever it is, I’m sure that we’ll be able to handle it before the ceremony begins.”

Thor swallowed and anxiously bit his lip before blurting out, “A wizard is currently battling a space worm out on the lawn.”

“What?!” Loki, Steve and Clint all exclaimed in unison.

“It just appeared out of nowhere and started wreaking havoc across the grounds, but then a wizard stepped out of a portal and started fighting it! Stark and Rhodes are already on their way to help but it seems that the beast is indestructible!”

With his jaw clenched tight in mounting agitation, Loki stood from his seat and summoned his emerald-green magic. “Not if I have anything to say about it.” A shimmer of light enveloped his body and in the blink of an eye, his wedding attire morphed into his Asgardian battle armor and daggers appeared in his grasp. “The beast and this so-called wizard will soon regret the very moment they dared to step foot on this property.”

Steve shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and reached for the red, white and blue shield propped up beside one of the suite’s armchair. “Barton, keep the caterers and florists away from the lawn, and make sure the guests stay inside and away from the windows.”

“On it.”

“And not a word of this to (Y/N), all right?” All three men nodded in agreement and Loki’s grip tightened around the hilts of his daggers. “The last thing she needs today is any added stress…”

As the trio of men hurried outside, a part of Loki wondered if he’d been tricked into believing that a cosmic monster was in the process of battling a sorcerer and that it was all some sort of elaborate prank concocted by his brother and friends to ease his pre-wedding jitters. However, that spark of hope was quickly extinguished when Steve threw the back door open and was forced to jump back to avoid being struck by Rhodes’ flailing body falling from the sky.

“Oh, I’m definitely gonna feel that one for a couple of days,” Rhodes groaned in pain and allowed Steve to hoist his armor-clad body to his feet. “Either of you guys wanna tell me what an ugly-ass space worm is doing here in New York? ‘Cause it’s definitely not here to wish the bride and groom its best!”

The familiar sound of repulsor blasts intermingled with the booming roars caused all four men to turn and watch as Tony darted around the tentacles of an enormous pink creature and a dark-haired man wearing a burgundy cape conjured orange-hued magic to counter its vicious attacks. “Earth has second-rate sorcerers now, how delightful…” Loki rolled his eyes and turned to the others. “It’s an Abilisk, a cosmic creature that feeds off significantly-sized energy sources, and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if that cheap magician down there summoned it here out of pure incompetency.”

“Let’s deal with the Abilisk first, brother, and then we’ll confront the wizard later!” With a burst of lightning, Thor flew off towards the enraged creature and attempted to slam Mjolnir against its skull, but he was quickly swatted aside by one of its flailing tentacles.

Loki and Steve exchanged a look with Rhodes before joining the battle; the Air Force colonel attempted to shoot it with one of his suit’s many guns but was unsuccessful due to the creature’s impenetrable hide and no matter how twisted its own tentacles became due to the super soldier’s impressive athleticism, the beast remained standing and overwhelmingly angry. After throwing a handful of emerald-green magic at a tentacle to stop it from slamming into Steve’s back, Loki looked over to see the bearded sorcerer performing a spell nearby. “Care to introduce yourself and explain why you’ve brought an Abilisk to my wedding?” He yelled over the creature’s deafening roars.

“My name’s Doctor Stephen Strange, I’m a Master of the Mystic Arts, the guardian of the New York Sanctum in Greenwich Village and I most certainly did not summon an Abilisk here!” The sorcerer shouted back as he threw two semi-circular protective shields at the Abilisk’s face, where they exploded on impact and disoriented the enraged creature further. “Someone here at this mansion opened an inter-dimensional portal and let this creature come through, and as soon I arrived to send it back, my sling-ring was stolen from me by an unchecked summoning spell!”

“Sling-ring?”

“Yes, it’s what allows me to channel the magic needed to open inter-dimensional portals between any two points within the universe and without it, I can’t send the Abilisk back to where it came from!”

Loki was quickly filled with a sneaking suspicion about the whereabouts of the sorcerer’s sling-ring, but he prayed to the Norns that he was wrong as he called out to the others, “Does anyone here have access to Romanoff’s comm link? I think she may be able to shed some much-needed light on the situation!”

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The air around (Y/N) crackled and hummed with magical energy as she used her Alf Seidr to sense her surroundings and a familiar tugging sensation in her stomach preceded a strange weight in her outstretched left hand. She opened her eyes and her excitement instantly turned to annoyance when she was met with the sight of yet another unfamiliar ring; the one resting on her open palm looked different from the rest, almost reminding her of a pair of brass knuckles but with strange etchings across its bronzed surface. “Well, this definitely isn’t what I’m seeking…” She tossed the object into the basket of other rings she’d inadvertently summoned while searching for the lost wedding rings and sighed. “Do any of you have any bright ideas?”

Scott, Natasha, Sam and Bucky all shook their heads from their spots across the laboratory, and the ex-convict was the first to speak. “I-I’m really, really sorry about this, (Y/N), I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, Scott, I know you didn’t mean to lose the rings…” (Y/N) rubbed her temple in an effort to quell her raging stress-induced headache as she considered what to do next. “I’ll just have to try the spell again, then maybe it will-”

“Tony?” They all looked over to see a frowning Natasha listening to her comm link. “Okay, slow down, I can’t hear what you’re…wait, what wizard ring? Yeah, Scott lost the rings and (Y/N)’s been using her magic to try and find ‘em, but…” The spy’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped at whatever the billionaire was saying through the comm. “Oh shit.”

(Y/N) frowned. “What is it, Nat?”

Before Natasha could answer, the wall nearest to (Y/N) suddenly exploded and she had just enough time to summon a protective bubble of magic to encase them as chunks of stone and debris began raining down. The dust was beginning to settle when she flicked her wrists to remove the shield, her brows rising in surprise as she recognized her future brother-in-law extricating himself from the rubble. Thor’s blue eyes widened comically when he spotted her standing before him and he swallowed nervously before giving her a small wave. “H-Hello, Lady (Y/N). Shouldn’t you be off preparing for the ceremony?”

“What’s going on, Thor?”

“Nothing, nothing, just an intense arm-wrestling match with your delightful Alfheimian friends; for one so small, Myriani has quite the arm!”

“Thor.”

Natasha stepped forward and gestured towards the comm link in her ear. “According to Tony, there’s a giant space worm wreaking havoc on the lawn that you unintentionally summoned here with your Alf Seidr, and the only person who can get rid of it is a wizard-doctor who lives in Greenwich Village but you accidentally stole his magic ring.”

“God, just put me back in the damn ice…” Bucky groaned as he dropped his head into his vibranium hand.

Sam reached into the basket of rings and withdrew the odd-looking shape made of engraved brass. “I’m no expert on wizards, (Y/L/N), but this kinda looks like it could be magical to me.”

(Y/N) took the ring from Sam and with a wave of her hand, she transformed her silk robe and slippers into her Cosmic Sorceress uniform and marched through the hole in the laboratory wall. There was indeed a towering pink-skinned creature flailing its many tentacles as her friends and teammates fought their hardest against it; Tony and Rhodey were firing their suit’s repulsors and dodging its tentacles in the air while Steve, Loki and an odd-looking man wearing a red cloak tried all they could to draw the creature’s attention away from the mansion. Ignoring the guilt beginning to eat away at her, (Y/N) strode across the lawn and called out over the deafening roars, “Doctor, catch!”

The wizard-doctor looked over and raised his hand just in time to catch his ring, quickly slipping it into his fingers and rotating his hands in a circular motion to create a sparking orange portal directly beneath the creature; it released a final roar as it dropped down into the portal and disappeared, leaving the grounds of Stark Mansion silent. The stranger closed the portal he’d opened and breathed a sigh of relief before setting his sights on an embarrassed (Y/N). “Your royal highness, would you care to explain what’s going on and why you took my sling ring?”

(Y/N) fidgeted with her finger-less gloves and attempted to smile, but it appeared as more of a grimace. “First of all, I’m very sorry for all the trouble this has caused you, Doctor…”

“Strange. Doctor Stephen Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts and the guardian of the New York Sanctum.” They shook hands and she silently took note of the unique magical energy radiating from him. “You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N), former trainee librarian turned Cosmic Sorceress, the Crown Princess of Alfheim, daughter of the Alfheimian Layeia Tilasdottir and the very-human David (Y/L/N), descendant of the esteemed Lady Astrid, designated representative between the Light Elves and the Nine Realms of the cosmos, and the Defender of the Realm of Alfheim.”

Taking a step back, (Y/N) arched a questioning brow and fought the sudden urge to summon her magic or even her sword. “For someone I’ve never met, you certainly know an awful lot about me.”

Doctor Strange shrugged. “I make it my business to keep an eye on beings that pose the largest threats to this world and I have to say, you’re quite high on my list.”

“Well, like I was saying, Doctor, all of this has a very simple if not embarrassing explanation-”

“(Y/N)!” They both turned to see Loki and their friends hurrying towards them; their tuxedos were covered in grass stains and an odd multicolored slime, and her fiancé’s emerald-green eyes were filled with worry as he gently held her shoulders and leaned down to meet her gaze. “Darling, are you all right? What happened?”

As the rest of their friends and even some of their guests began making their way across the lawn, (Y/N)’s embarrassment grew and she brought a hand up to partially hide her face. “Scott misplaced the rings and I thought I could use my magic to find them, but my anxiety must’ve led to me opening a portal and then the strength of my spell accidentally took Doctor Strange’s sling ring, and…well, you know the rest. I still have no idea why I wasn’t able to summon our rings; it’s almost as if something was blocking my magic…” Loki paled at her words and it was (Y/N)’s turn to be concerned. “Loki?”

“This situation, um…it may not entirely be your fault, darling.” Her fiancé chuckled awkwardly and rubbed his neck as he glanced over at where Scott, his girlfriend Hope Van Dyne and Cassie were all standing near Elora. “You see, I assumed that Lang might misplace the rings so before I started getting ready, I placed an enchantment on them and as an added precaution, I instructed Barton to give Lang an empty ring box and give the real ones to-”

“Hey, guys! Cassie had the rings the whole time!" Scott shouted and gave a giggling Cassie a celebratory fist-bump. “Either my little peanut’s becoming a better thief than her old man, or someone didn’t trust me with ‘em in the first place. Probably the second one, huh?”

With an incredulous laugh, (Y/N) allowed a chuckling Loki to pull her into his arms and shook her head in disbelief. “Does that mean we ruined our own wedding?”

“My dear, you both haven’t ruined a single thing,” Frigga reassured her as she walked up to them and gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Your friends and guests are still here, all of them safe and unharmed, and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. Why shouldn’t your wedding continue as planned?”

A stern-looking Doctor Strange raised a hand and answered, “Because Miss (Y/L/N) here nearly caused the destruction of New York with her unchecked magic and a mass hysteria the likes of which hasn’t been seen since his invasion. Such an act, even one as accidental as you claim this one to be, cannot go unexamined and unpunished.”

(Y/N) bit her lip while Loki rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to counter his words, but his mother’s hand on his arm silenced him as she turned to Doctor Strange with a brilliant smile. “It’s very nice to meet you, Doctor Stephen Strange of Midgard; I am Frigga, the Queen of Asgard and mother to Loki and Thor. My dear future daughter-in-law has recently obtained an extraordinary amount of Alf Seidr that she’s still training to control and seeing as today’s her long-awaited wedding day, it’s quite understandable that her focus was shaken.” Frigga sympathetically rubbed (Y/N)’s back and took a moment to adjust her uniform’s purple-hued tiara before returning her attention to the sorcerer. “Now, I’m sure that a highly-skilled Master of the Mystic Arts such as yourself would be honored to utilize the Time Stone hanging around your neck and repair the damage caused by the creature, so as to ease Lady (Y/N)’s frazzled nerves and prevent any other unfortunate accidents from occurring.”

Doctor Strange blinked in surprise. “Um…”

“For your valiant defense of this realm, Asgard recognizes you as one of its trusted allies and speaking as the mother of the groom, I would personally be honored if you joined us for today’s celebration of Loki and Lady (Y/N)’s nuptials.”

“That’s, um…thank you, Queen Frigga, for extending an invitation to me…I-I’d be honored to attend…” The sorcerer’s cheeks flushed pink and he tried his hardest to avoid making eye-contact with the beautiful goddess in front of him. “I’ll start on the repairs right away…”

While a flushed Doctor Strange started using the power of the Time Stone to reverse the damages to their friends’ tuxedos first, (Y/N) turned to look between Frigga and Loki as her stunned expression morphed into a grin. “You really did inherit your Silvertongue from your mother, didn’t you?”

“So it would seem,” Loki replied and leaned down to press a kiss onto his mother’s cheek. “Thank you for intervening on our behalf, Mother.”

Frigga’s blue eyes twinkled with some mischief of her own as she gave them a conspiratorial wink. “Of course, little one. I was raised by witches who taught me many invaluable lessons, among which was that diplomacy and deceit are two sides of the very same coin.”

After the Queen of Asgard went to supervise the sorcerer as he repaired the lawn and floral arrangements surrounding the white gazebo that they’d soon exchange their vows within, (Y/N) spotted Clint filming the aftermath of the battle and giggled. “This’ll be a fun memory to share with our future children: How Mom and Dad’s magical shenanigans nearly wrecked their own wedding.”

Loki laughed. “After listening to Stark read me an online article chronicling several common wedding day horrors, ours was relatively tame by comparison.” He gave her forehead a lingering kiss before meeting her gaze with a tender smile. “Are you ready to get married, my love?”

“More than ready, sweetheart.” (Y/N) slipped her hand into her fiancé’s and swung their arms as they made their way into the mansion to finish getting ready for their wedding ceremony.

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An hour and over a dozen magical repairs later, Loki and Thor stood outside on the mansion’s veranda with Cassie Lang, keeping the flower girl-slash-ring bearer entertained and patiently waiting for (Y/N) and Natasha to finish their last-minute preparations so the ceremony could begin.

The guests were all seated and talking amongst themselves while they enjoyed the late afternoon sunlight breaking through the fluffy white clouds; the only people not seated in the rows of benches were General Elora – who would be officiating the ceremony, as it mainly drew from ancient Alfheimian customs – and Peter, MJ and Ned; the young woman graciously volunteered to play the guitar while they walked down the aisle, and her two best friends were keeping her company as she perched herself on a wooden stool beside the gazebo’s steps. Floral arrangements comprised of green and lavender Dahlias and branches of fern lined the aisle and hung gracefully off the ends of the sculpted wooden benches, while vines of green ivy and lilacs wrapped around the gazebo’s posts and railing. The interior of the gazebo was illuminated with dozens of twinkling fairy lights that were set to brighten as the sun started to set, and lanterns of battery-powered candles hung from each nearby bush and tree.

Embracing a mixture of Asgardian and Midgardian traditions, Loki was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo with an emerald-green cloak fastened to his jacket by the engraved golden clasps his mother gifted him, and he wore a floral crown of blooming laurels and leaves. On Asgard, one’s future spouse chose the flowers that best represented their intended and after much deliberation, (Y/N) picked the laurel for its many symbolic meanings; the laurel symbolized nobility, intelligence and an acknowledgement of the new phase he was entering by marrying her. Quite a flattering choice on her part, he thought with a reserved smile as he conjured another tiny burst of fireworks for Cassie’s amusement.

“Perhaps one day, young Cassie, my brother will show you how he can transform into any animal one could imagine,” Thor remarked to Cassie as he took a moment to readjust his green pocket-square.

The little girl’s eyes widened in amazement and she quickly turned to face Loki. “Can you turn into an ant?!”

Loki blinked in surprise as Thor stifled a chuckle behind his hand. “Um, well…now that you mention it, I haven’t actually tried.”

“Oh. I like ants. The ones that my daddy works with are really nice!”

Watching Cassie suddenly switch from talking about ants to twirling around in her soft green dress, a part of Loki hoped that his and (Y/N)’s future children shared the little girl’s quirky enthusiasm and unapologetic sense of wonder. The sound of the veranda’s glass door opening caused Loki to turn around and when he did, he was met with the jaw-dropping sight of his fiancée. (Y/N)’s off-white wedding dress – impeccably designed for her by Luke Jacobson – was relatively simplistic, with a fitted bust that cinched at the waist and flared out into a flowing skirt that reached the floor, but what elevated the entire look from simplistic to enchanting were its unique details; a lace overlay of hand-sewn floral designs was fastened onto the bust, branching out into fluttering sleeves that hung down to her biceps, and the only jewelry she wore besides her engagement ring was a delicate pair of pearl earrings she inherited from her late aunt. Her hair was arranged into one of her favorite styles and on the top of her head, she wore a floral crown comprised of white Camellia blooms; he’d picked them for her because they symbolized admiration, respect and everlasting love and devotion. A veil of lace-trimmed white chiffon was attached to the back of the floral crown, hanging gracefully down her back and barely brushing the floor. The finishing touch was the bouquet she was clutching in her hands; it was comprised of laurel, white Camellia blooms, lavender and lilac-colored roses and dusty green foliage.

“Darling…” Loki approached her almost reverently and stood before her with a dazed smile on his face. “I truly am the luckiest man in all the Nine Realms, to find myself marrying such an ethereal goddess as you.”

(Y/N) shyly ducked her head before reaching a hand up to straighten one of his cloak clasps. “You must be a mind-reader, then, because I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

His lips chastely caressed her knuckles as Natasha stepped onto the veranda with a small basket of multicolored flower petals and a small bouquet of her own; the Matron of Honor was dressed in a simple lilac-colored gown, with her long red curls pinned up in an elegant style by a single white Dahlia and glittering silver heels on her feet. “Save the kissing for later, lovebirds, we’ve got a wedding ceremony to begin.” Mindful of her gown, the spy bent down and held the basket out for Cassie to take. “Okay, Lang, just like we practiced.”

“I’m on it,” Cassie replied, toothily grinning and giving Natasha a thumbs-up before taking the basket from her and allowing the spy to quickly adjust (Y/N)’s veil.

“Are you two ready?” After Loki and (Y/N) nodded, Natasha held a hand up to her comm link and spoke lowly into it, “All right, kid, let’s do this thing.”

Across the way, MJ nodded and gestured for her friends to take their seats, spending a moment adjusting her guitar’s shoulder strap before beginning to softly play. The guests’ conversations started to dim down and with a nod of confirmation from the spy, Cassie walked across the lawn and started to slowly make her way down the aisle, scattering flower petals along the way while her father beamed with pride from his seat.

Thor leaned down to give (Y/N)’s forehead a chaste kiss and clapped a hand on Loki’s shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness as he allowed Natasha to loop her arm around his. “See you in a minute.”

Natasha winked at them and with that, the Best Man and the Matron of Honor began their walk down the aisle; when they ascended the gazebo’s steps and took their respective places, (Y/N) slipped her hand into Loki’s and he squeezed it tight as they crossed the lawn to stand at the end of the aisle. Once the guests all stood and turned to face them, Loki and (Y/N) exchanged a smile before starting down the aisle hand-in-hand; long before they knew it was Alfheimian tradition that the bride and groom walk themselves down the aisle on their wedding day, (Y/N) pointed out that since they’d both be entering into marriage with one another, it only made sense that they’d choose to walk down the aisle together.

While they slowly walked down the aisle as MJ played a gentle love ballad on her guitar, Loki looked out at their friends, teammates and colleagues standing amongst the guests to distract himself from the butterflies beginning to flutter around his stomach. Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Everett Ross and Doctor Helen Cho stood alongside everyone they invited from S.H.I.E.L.D., the director giving them both an approving nod as they passed by; Steven Grant – the quirky man they’d met while on vacation in Egypt and to whom (Y/N) was a devoted pen-pal – stood beside Layla El-Fouley, his alter Marc Spector’s stunning wife, and for the briefest moment, Loki could even see the skeletal figure of Khonshu lingering by one of the distant trees; their new and reluctant friend Doctor Stephen Strange, now dressed in a simple black tuxedo instead of his sorcerer’s robes, stood beside his fellow sorcerer Wong and attempted to not look as uncomfortable as he presumably felt amongst so many superheroes; Peter Parker and Ned Leeds were trying their hardest not to seem too excited to be sharing a row with Doctor Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis, and Loki could hear (Y/N) stifle a giggle when the eccentric woman winked and fired finger-guns at them; Scott Lang and Hope Van Dyne’s attention was caught between watching Loki and (Y/N) make their way down the aisle and keeping an eye on Cassie standing on the gazebo beside Thor, while Bucky and Sam both smiled widely at them as they passed; Bruce stood beside his cousin Jennifer Walters, who was already flirtatiously eyeing an embarrassed Rhodey standing across the aisle, while Pepper elbowed a snickering Tony; Steve and Clint stood at one of the front rows, the super soldier beaming with happiness and the archer filming their procession with his camcorder.

At the front of Loki’s side of the aisle stood their Asgardian and Alfheimian friends and family. Fandral winked at him and Sif grinned widely as Volstagg toasted them with the chocolate bar he was snacking on and even the ever-stoic Hogun gave them an atypical smile. Queen Amirah of Alfheim stood beside her guards, Hagen and Myriani, and the afternoon sunlight make her blue opal tiara sparkle almost as much as her smile, and at the end of the row stood Frigga, who was dabbing at her tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief as they walked past and ascended the gazebo’s steps.

Elora patiently waited for all the guests to take their seats to begin. “We are gathered here to witness the union of Crown Princess (Y/N) Layeiadottir (Y/L/N) of Alfheim and Midgard and Prince Loki of Asgard, two halves of the same shining soul, in blessed matrimony. Do both parties stand here of your own free will to acknowledge the eternal bond shared by the both of you?”

“We do,” Loki and (Y/N) replied in unison.

“Then you may face one another, join hands and recite your written vows.”

After (Y/N) handed her bouquet over to Natasha and placed her hands in Loki’s, she took a steadying breath before smiling up at him. “Loki. Through all the tears and all the struggles we’ve overcome together, a part of me always knew that we were destined to make it here. My heart was yours the moment I first looked into your beautiful eyes and as I look into them now, I can see every ounce of the passion and devotion I feel for you reflected in them. Sweetheart, you’re my greatest love and the brightest light in my life, and I promise to love and cherish you from here to eternity as your wife.”

Loki swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself not to cry as he started speaking his own vows. “(Y/N). Not a day goes by where I don’t count myself the luckiest man in all the Nine Realms to have the love of someone as utterly magnificent as you. In the beginning of our romance, I feared that you were too good to be true, that I couldn’t possibly be deserving of someone so pure and loving as you are. But here we stand, surrounded by our friends and family, and I feel proud and incredibly blessed to become your husband. My darling, you’re my lover, my best friend and my eternal soulmate. All I am is yours, and here before our friends, our family and the Norns themselves, I vow to be until the end of time.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and although Loki’s gaze never left hers, he could hear the sniffles and rustling of Kleenex packages amongst their guests. “(Y/N), do you take Loki to be your husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and disappointment, to love him faithfully today, tomorrow and forever?”

“I do,” (Y/N) vowed and smiled widely up at him.

“Loki, do you take (Y/N) to be your wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and disappointment, to love her faithfully today, tomorrow and forever?”

Loki solemnly nodded as he vowed, “I do.”

“And now, for the rings.”

Cassie nodded, handing one ring to Natasha and the other to Thor before giving her father an excited wave, causing a ripple of giggles through the rows of guests; the spy handed (Y/N) the ring and her eyes flicked between his and the thin band she held as she recited the ceremony’s next words. “I present to you this ring as a symbol of my devotion.” She slipped the band onto his ring finger to rest above his gold engagement ring. “My body, my soul and my everlasting love I share with you always and forever.”

Accepting the ring that his brother handed him, Loki gave (Y/N) another smile before reciting, “I present to you this ring as a symbol of my devotion.” He slipped the band onto her finger above her sparkling engagement ring. “My body, my soul and my everlasting love I share with you always and forever.”

“May these symbols of your devotion serve to always remind you of your everlasting bond.” Elora’s golden-colored eyes were slowly misting over as she spoke, no doubt wishing that (Y/N)’s late mother and father could be there to witness their only child be married. “And now, by the power vested in me by my rank as General of the Alfheimian Army, it is my honor to declare you both married. Go forth and live each day of your lives together to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.”

Beaming with happiness, (Y/N) stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Loki’s in a brief but passionate kiss that he was quick to reciprocate. For one singular blissful moment, everything and everyone around them faded away and they stood alone on the gazebo, sharing a sweet and loving kiss that symbolized their long-awaited unification as husband and wife. The cheering and applause from their guests brought Loki back to reality sooner than he would’ve liked but after reminding himself that they’d have plenty of time to be alone later, he ended their kiss and gave his wife a mischievous smile before scooping her up in his arms and spinning around while she burst into joyous laughter.

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To say that the wedding reception was one of the liveliest parties (Y/N) had ever attended would be an understatement. From the moment they were declared husband and wife, she felt as through she’d been whisked straight into a dream that seemingly had no end to it; once they finished having their wedding photographs taken, they spent a half an hour by themselves in one of Stark Mansion’s many living rooms, enjoying several slices of pizza (and lots of kisses, of course) and taking time to relax for the first time that day while the guests filtered into the ballroom for the reception.

After (Y/N) and Loki snuck into the beautifully-decorated ballroom and made their rounds around the tables to greet their guests as they enjoyed their dinner, the trio of teenagers they’d allowed to be their DJ’s took their places behind their equipment and announced the bride and groom’s first dance as husband and wife; they both had fun watching their guests’ reactions when, instead of some sort of romantic waltz or ballad, they danced along to the fast-paced disco hit ‘You’re The First, The Last, My Everything,’ spinning and twirling so much around the dance floor that (Y/N) was thankful she’d removed her floral crown and veil and that Loki had dressed down to just his black tuxedo.

The guests took to the dance floor once dinner was cleared away and while Loki danced with Frigga, Thor asked (Y/N) for a dance. From there, (Y/N) danced with every member of the Avengers and their off-realm guests to a wide variety of music; she requested Big Band tunes for Steve and Bucky and slower songs for Bruce and the Warrior’s Three, while Tony, Clint and Sam happily danced along with her to some faster pop numbers. Natasha pulled her into a ladies-only group dance with Jane, Darcy, Helen and Maria, and after a brief dance with Everett Ross, (Y/N) had their trio of DJ’s pause the music so she could reveal her surprise for Loki.

“I’d like to start out by thanking you all for being here with us today,” (Y/N) began as she stood before the crowded ballroom. “As I’m sure some of you know, I had a difficult road to recovery after the Battle of Boston. Sam suggested that I take up playing the piano again as a form of musical therapy, but I was hesitant at first; you see, my aunt taught me to play when I was a child and I stopped when she died because I couldn’t enjoy the music without her. Loki…” Her voice momentarily caught in her throat at the unexpected emotions welling up within her, but spotting her husband standing amongst the crowd helped her to steady herself and keep going. “Loki stayed with me every single time I sat myself at the piano. With him by my side, I found the strength to enjoy the music again and slowly but surely, I started to heal. Loki’s always been there for me when I needed him the most, which is why I’d like to dedicate this next song to my new husband.”

Peter and MJ plugged in the last chord as (Y/N) sat down at the electric keyboard they’d set up for her, both teenagers ducking out of the way with a whispered “break a leg!” while she adjusted the microphone and straightened her posture; seeing the curious expression on Loki’s face and the eager anticipation filling his emerald-green eyes, (Y/N) gave him a smile and a little wink before she began to play.

“Sweet, wonderful you, you make me happy with the things you do. Oh, can it be so, this feeling follows me wherever I go. I never did believe in miracles, but I’ve a feeling it’s time to try…I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I’m beginning to wonder why…” A widening grin played on (Y/N)’s lips as the guests took to the dance floor and started to dance to the spirited Fleetwood Mac tune while she sang. “I never did believe in miracles, but I’ve a feeling it’s time to try…I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I’m beginning to wonder why…” While the guests continued to dance, Loki approached the electric keyboard she was seated at and watched her fingers fly across the keys with an unreadable expression on his face. “Don’t, don’t break the spell, it would be different and you know it will. You, you make loving fun, and I don’t have to tell you but you’re the only one. You, you make loving fun, it’s all I want to do…you, you make loving fun, it’s all I want to do…you, you make loving fun, it’s all I want to do…you, you make loving fun, it’s all I want to do…”

When the song finally came to an end, the crowd burst into applause and their three DJ’s were quick to select another pop song that kept everyone out on the dance floor. (Y/N) thanked the teenagers for their help and crossed the makeshift stage to where Loki stood but before she could say anything, his arms were around her and he was dipping her low as his lips captured hers in a reverent kiss; when they were finally forced to separate for air, her husband straightened them both up but kept his arms wound around her waist and gave her a tender grin. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you sing, darling, and you sang that beautiful song just for me. Rest assured, I’ll treasure that moment for the rest of my days.”

“Thanks to our archer-turned-videographer, you’ll be able to watch it over and over until you get sick of it,” (Y/N) chuckled as she glanced past Loki to see Clint filming Natasha and Thor reenacting the famous lift from Dirty Dancing to the amazement of the dancers nearest to them.

Loki’s fingers gently took hold of her chin and guided her to look at him, and his love-struck gaze remained trained on hers as he slowly shook his head. “Never, my love. Now, how about a slice of cake and some Asgardian mead?”

Everyone gathered to watch (Y/N) and Loki cut their three-tiered wedding cake with one of his intricate daggers and after they’d indulged in their dessert, four of their grinning and slightly-inebriated teammates took to the makeshift stage; Natasha and Clint’s cheeks were tinged red, Sam’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his bow-tie was missing, and Tony couldn’t contain his giggles as he stepped up to one of the microphones.

“Hey, guys! Great party, huh?” The crowd cheered and Tony nodded in agreement. “Well, you better hold onto your hats ‘cause it’s about to get even greater!”

(Y/N), who was standing beside Loki and catching up with both Pepper and Helen, looked over at her husband with eyes widened in horror. “He’s not about to give a speech, is he?”

“Not if he doesn’t wanna spend tonight sleeping on the couch,” The CEO replied before taking another sip of her champagne. “Trust me, he and I already had a lengthy discussion about what constitutes as appropriate wedding reception behavior.”

“In my experience, Mr. Stark tends not to retain information told to him in less than three sentences or in any tone other than pleasant.” The world-renowned geneticist let out a long-suffering sigh and watched the four Avengers setting up several more microphone stands. “Hence why he’s permanently banned from my laboratory.”

While Pepper gave Helen an understanding nod, Loki wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and gave her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sure that whatever they’re planning will be very touching…also, Romanoff stole Stark’s intended speech and vaguely threatened bodily harm if he attempted to improvise one; he may be an impulsive Midgardian, but he knows better than to find himself at the mercy of the Black Widow.”

(Y/N) chuckled as the lighting dimmed and all of a sudden, a spotlight landed on the two of them. “You see, the four of us up here got together and decided we wanted to do somethin’ special for our two good friends here. Like (Y/L/N) here mentioned earlier, she used music to help her out during her recovery and she’d play for all of us in the tower; so, we got together and figured that it was time we were the ones to play something for her…or rather, sing something for her. Hit it, adolescent DJ’s!”

The teenagers began to play an instrumental track of Frankie Valli and the Four Season’s ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off You,’ and Loki offered her his hand. “Shall we?”

With a smile on her face, (Y/N) nodded and allowed her husband to lead her to the empty center of the dance floor, slow-dancing along to the song’s pleasant introduction and biting her lip to keep from giggling when Tony and Sam started singing and Natasha and Clint provided their back-up vocals. “You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you. You’d be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive. You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…”

“Did you tell them that I like this song?” (Y/N) suddenly asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she examined Loki’s overly-cheerful face. “Because I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned to any of them that I like this song.”

Loki merely arched a brow and his emerald-green eyes sparkled with mischief. “Now, why would I do such an odd thing as that?”

“Pardon the way that I stare, there’s nothin’ else to compare. The sight of you leaves me weak, there are no words left to speak. But if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it’s real. You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…”

As the small instrumental revved up for the chorus, (Y/N) was twirled around in tight circles and before she could question her husband further, his voice suddenly echoed throughout the ballroom and sang, “I love you, baby!” (Y/N) gasped in disbelief when she looked over at the makeshift stage to see Loki standing at one of the microphones, and she laughed when she realized that her dance partner was a clone created from Loki’s magic. “And if it’s quite alright I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night, I love you, baby, trust in me when I say…” Loki was grinning widely as he sang and when his eyes found (Y/N)’s, he gave her a sly wink. “Oh, pretty baby! Now that I’ve found you, stay, and let me love you, baby, let me love you!”

“You really are a trickster,” (Y/N) remarked to Loki’s smirking clone, who merely shrugged and continued to sway them across the dance floor.

“When our friendship first began, my darling (Y/N) took it upon herself to introduce me to all of Midgard’s greatest literary creations and being the dedicated bibliophile that she is, she more than succeeded.” The real Loki onstage smiled as he held onto the microphone. “Each and every novel and play she recommended provided me insight into her beautiful mind but when it came to watching the filmed adaptations of her favorite literary works, I was able to observe just how they affected her…which is how I know that (Y/N) adores the scene in a certain modern Shakespearean adaptation when the handsome lead surprises the heroine with a public show of affection.”

(Y/N) felt her face warm and a reluctant grin spread across her face as she glanced back at the clone she was dancing with. “10 Things I Hate About You was the first movie we watched together when I joined the Avengers. I…I can’t believe you remembered that…”

The clone leaned down and pressed a kiss onto her forehead while the real Loki onstage continued to sing. “I love you, baby! And if it’s quite alright I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night, I love you, baby, trust in me when I say…Oh, pretty baby! Don’t bring me down, I pray, oh pretty baby, now that I’ve found you, stay, oh pretty baby, trust in me when I say…”

When the song came to an end, the clone vanished in a shimmer of green magic and as the crowd clapped and cheered, an impressed-looking Darcy leaned towards (Y/N) and yelled over the din, “Geez, is there anything that guy can’t do?”

“If there is, then I’ve certainly never seen it!” (Y/N) chuckled and when Loki finally made his way through the crowd, she looped her arms around his waist and smiled up at him. “That was beautiful, sweetheart!”

“It was a challenge to keep our rehearsals a secret and I might’ve downed a shot or two of liquid courage beforehand, but I’m glad that you enjoyed it.” He pressed a kiss onto the tip of her nose and grinned when she laughed at the ticklish sensation. “You surprised me with a beautifully-performed song, and I surprised you with a slightly-less conventional performance; I suppose that great minds really do think alike.”

“Okay, here’s another oldie for all you oldies out there!” Ned Leeds’ amplified voice announced and the opening notes of The Village People’s ‘Y.M.C.A.’ filled the ballroom, causing the guests to eagerly take to the dance floor.

Nearby, Jane frowned and turned to Darcy standing beside her. “Wait, did that kid just call us old?”

“Join the club,” Both Steve and Bucky quipped as Natasha and Jennifer Walters dragged them past towards the center of the dance floor.

“Oh, I love this song!” (Y/N) grabbed Loki’s hands and started to sway along to the catchy beat. “It was in The Office, remember? It’s the song that plays towards the end of the Café Disco episode!”

“You’re right, but I’m still confused as to why a song about a worldwide youth organization inspires such a visceral reaction in Midgardians.” Loki studied the dancers around them in curious amusement. “And what about it has anything to do with weddings?”

She ducked under his arms and spun so that her back was pressed against his front, craning her neck so that she could meet his gaze with a grin. “It’s a catchy, cheesy song that has the easiest dance moves in the world to perform. Doesn’t that make it the perfect party song?”

Loki shrugged and spun her back out to face him. “Only if one has the perfect dance partner to go along with it.”

“Then I suppose we’re in luck,” (Y/N) quipped, pressing a kiss onto her husband’s knuckles before manipulating his arms along to the song’s iconic chorus and dissolving into a fit of giggles at the absurdity of the God of Mischief dancing along to ‘Y.M.C.A..’

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When the moon was high in the star-filled sky and the reception inside Stark Mansion was beginning to wind down, Loki and (Y/N) snuck off to the gazebo they were married in and swayed to the slow music playing in the distance, surrounded only by the beautiful flowers and twinkling fairy lights that decorated the structure. (Y/N)’s head rested on Loki’s shoulder and his eyes were closed as one of his hands held hers against his chest, directly over his heart.

“Do you think that we’ll see Doctor Strange again?”

Loki thoughtfully hummed and nodded. “I’m sure we will, but not for a long while; I believe that the superhero lifestyle unnerved the poor fellow and I doubt he wants to incite the anger of any of our friends. As long as you continue to train and master your abilities, there won’t be a reason for that second-rate sorcerer to bother you again.”

(Y/N) lifted her head so that she could meet his gaze, a single brow arched as her (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled with delight. “So, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going on our honeymoon?”

“And ruin the surprise I’ve spent two months meticulously planning? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Loki, I have to know what sort of clothes to pack!”

“Darling, I don’t imagine we’ll be wearing any for the majority of the honeymoon.” Loki’s teasing snickers quickly transitioned to laughter when (Y/N)’s fingers mercilessly tickled his neck in retaliation. “All right, all right, I surrender! On Monday, you and I will travel the Bifrost to Karapiro, New Zealand and spend ten days at Lakeview Lodge; we’ll have the opportunity to visit Rotorua, the Waitomo Caves and even take a tour of-”

“Hobbiton,” (Y/N) gasped and Loki’s grin widened as her face lit up with excitement. “We’re going to see where they filmed The Lord of the Rings movies?!” When he nodded, she flung her arms around his neck and nearly tackled him to the floor with the force of her embrace, but he was quick to catch her and hold her up against him while she laughed in delight. “I have the absolute best husband in the world!”

Loki’s heart leapt in his chest when she called him her husband and when she moved her hands to cradle his face, he tenderly smiled up at her and replied, “Well, the best wife in the world deserves everything I can offer her and more, does she not?”

(Y/N)’s expression softened into a look of loving adoration, and the feather-light touch of her thumbs caressing his cheekbones nearly made his eyes flutter closed in bliss. “You know, I think about that day we first met in the library from time to time. I replay the entire scene my mind – how I stumbled and how you were by my side in an instant to catch me, how our eyes locked and my breath was nearly taken away by the way you looked at me, how my heartbeat sped up when I realized how much I enjoyed having your arms around me – and when I do, I thank the universe for sending a mischievous and misunderstood trickster to steal my heart that day.”

“When I think of that fateful day, I find myself thanking the Norns for sending a kind and passionate lost princess to spellbind me, body and soul,” Loki huskily replied as his eyes stung with the prickling of tears. “And I pray that she’ll never set me free.”

(Y/N), her eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy, gently shook her head and leaned forward to ghost her lips over his. “As long as the trickster holds her heart, she never ever will. So…” She held her hand up and stuck her little finger into the air with the hint of a playful grin on her face. “Pinky-Promise?”

Loki laughed and adjusted his hold on her so that he could wrap his little finger around hers. “Pinky-Promise.”

Their lips finally met in a passionate and unhurried kiss and Loki sighed at the heavenly sensation of (Y/N)’s fingers carding through his hair, holding his beautiful wife in a tight embrace and smiling through the love-filled kisses they exchanged beneath the gazebo’s twinkling lights.

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A/N: I honestly loved writing this and indulging in some of my own personal wedding dreams lol if anyone would like to see the different reference pics I used while designing the wedding, just shoot me a message and I’ll send ‘em to you! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wx8TZwpDN0l33tES3W3Nk?si=5fcb3ef04de544e7

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[charlie-jelly]

i am loco anyway newt x he/him reader

fair warning, this is extremely out of character and badly written </3

Not at all unusually, (y/n) couldn't sleep.

He'd love to be able to chalk it up to nerves over the very pretty boy lying next to him, but around 3-4 hours of bored insomnia a night was typical for him. Not that Newton was settling his mind in any way.

Around 30 minutes ago, (y/n) had been strolling around familiar areas of the Shatterdome at a rather abhorrent hour beyond midnight, waiting to feel tired enough to go to bed. He'd felt fairly comfortable in his daggy night clothes (barefoot with an ugly nighting gown and a band t-shirt thrown over for no reason other than he found it funny), until he heard someone else clunkering around in the private lab he had just waltzed into far too confidently. It was the shared lab of doctors Hermann Gottlieb (currently at rest) and Newton Geiszler (currently looking up from his clunkering right up at (y/n)'s horrified face). Newton was in the dark sitting on his knees by a table of blue intestines, unidentifiable hunks of metal and apparatus filling both his hands and the space on the floor around him. Being that the boy was far away from the doorway where (y/n) stood, and in the dark, Newton's face could only just be made out.

At times unlike this, (y/n) liked to imagine they'd had a water-cooler-romance thing going on with their flirty hallway chats. Now, confronting the man's bloodshot eyes at night with no-one else around, the rosy relationship which he had been mentally blooming in the ample space left between now and their last interaction wilted. Newton suddenly seemed much more like a stranger in that moment. He tilted his barely-visible head.

"(y/n)?"

(y/n) gathered himself to respond, generating his best impression of a biting remark to drown out his anxiety.

"It's past your bedtime, Geiszler," he said playfully, and hopefully coolly. Newt smiled gladly, breathed out some kind of dialogue-serving chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah. I've just been having this theory-- I won't overwhelm you with kaiju junk again like you've warned me about-- but basically it goes back to the dinosaurs," (y/n) felt a fond, treacherous smile tug at his lips and forced a furrow to his brow accordingly. "It's fairly accepted that they evolved into birds, right? But we established that they were also a kaiju-test run. Did that not prove to their overlords that birds are more suited to survive Earthly conditions than reptiles in general? So, why not weaponise giant birds instead? And wh-"

"Newton, that is so stupid." Newton paused in a brief moment of derailment before his eyes flicked up to the ceiling, considering quite seriously before deciding how to react to this input. (y/n) really liked that about him. He noticed now that Newt wasn't wearing his glasses.

"Eeyeah. Yeaup. Might be," He replied finally with strained voice.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed-- do you even know how late it is?" (y/n) said, striding towards Newton, who stood slowly as he did.

"No-no-no-no-no nup, you're not stopping my flow here, (y/n). I've got a flow going on, you know?" He absent-mindedly deposited one hand-full of miscellaneous metal scraps onto the table behind him, some tumbling off the heap of kaiju intestines onto the floor before he turned to face the table. "You wanna hear about what I'm building right now? I'll tell you the rest of what I was saying, I promise it makes sense just gimmie a minute,"

"It's never gonna make sense because it's stupid, Newt." Having reached him now, (y/n) grabbed Newt's wrist as it was reaching for the intestine pile, apparently planning to use it in his explanation. He placed his other hand on Newt's back, feeling warm cotton. "You need to go to bed." (y/n) pushed lightly, guiding the scientist back to the door. He was met with absolutely no resistance, despite Newt's reluctance.

"Fine, fine I'll pick it up in the morning- but I'm not going to my room, you can't make me go all the way to my room. (y/n), it's so far away. Tell me why they would assign me to a room so far from my lab. There are rooms closer-by. I could have one of those! Why can't I have one of those?" (y/n) didn't slow his lead back to the exit, but removed his hand from Newt's back.

"Well one of those closer-by rooms is mine, and I have it because my expertise are not as valuable as yours so it's no big loss if your lab explodes and kills me and some other general technicians."

"Oh. That's shit."

"Sure. Do you have any choice other than making the trek to your abode anyway?"

"Oh, yeah I was just gonna sleep in the lab. I've done it before it's all good," Newt muttered tiredly, waving a hand as if dissolving some sense of how not all-good that was wafting in the air.

"I hate repeating myself but Newton, that is so stupid. You're not sleeping in here," (y/n) tried to spit out the next sentence so as to avoid holding his breath; "And if you won't go to your own room, then you're welcome to come to mine." Newt's head whipped up to look at (y/n). Though he almost missed it in his distraction with how Newt was cutely shorter than him, the man said with relief,

"Yeah? Can I really?"

"Yes. I offered, didn't I?" (y/n) replied, trying to remain somewhat stoic despite his joy. A sleepover with his crush. He suddenly felt even worse about his pyjamas as the pair finally advanced through the door into better lighting. Without thinking, (y/n) looked down to see what Newton was wearing, seeing Newt doing the same. He awaited some questions about his outfit, but nothing came before Newt looked away.

Newt was wearing an oversized black band-tee, similar to what (y/n) had on himself. It was typical. His tattoos looked brilliant, leaping down Newts arm in sharp juxtaposition to the black sleeves they emerged from.

"Love your dress. Not many guys can rock one like that."

"Thanks."

All that brings us back to (y/n) lying restlessly next to a very pretty boy, who doesn't seem to have fallen asleep yet either.

(y/n) shifted uncomfortably, feeling his boxers sitting wrong in some way.

Despite Newton's lack of opposal to it, (y/n) had rid himself of the embarrassing nightie before he got into bed, ending up in boxers and a shirt. Boxers which were sitting wrong in some way.

He readjusted them and rolled over, huffing childishly when they still felt unpleasant. A muffled laugh sounded from the other side of the bed.

"You good there man?" Newt asked, his ever-charming smile audible.

"Yes. Cold. Scratchy." (y/n) spoke into the blankets. Actually realising how cold he was, (y/n) reluctantly made to get out of bed for a jumper, pushing some blankets off of himself. "You cold too?"

He was about to stand, and offer a jumper to Newt when a warm hand emerged from the mess of blankets and latched onto his wrist. Every single one of (y/n)'s nerves seemed to rush to that spot and fixate on the touch. (y/n) didn't feel uncomfortable or cold anymore, he only felt Newton's palm press on the flat of his wrist, and his fingers grip around it as they tugged him back down into the bed.

"Yeah. 'Mm cold." Newton shuffled to manoeuvre the heap of blankets he was under to cover (y/n) as well, and then to snake his arms around him, yawning brazenly. "J'know you're kinda pretty? But like, really pretty? You really rocked that dress man, sure, but like-- you look great normally too. Am I making sense?"

Given that this had been far too much for (y/n) to handle already, he had absolutely no way to gauge the fact that Newton had just called him pretty. Really pretty, in fact. Cleverly, (y/n) pretended to be asleep, or perhaps deaf.

"No?" Newton continued. "It doesn't matter, I dunno what I'm talking about."

"You're really pretty too. Like a lot." (y/n) said, trying to sound begrudging. If anything, he was beyond relieved to get that out. At the same time, he hoped that Newt would forget everything by the morning. Or that he was sleep-talking.

In any case, (y/n) could feel Newt crack a smile behind him-- as if it warmed the air or made Brittany Spears smile, too, somewhere.

He wriggled closer, pressing his chest flush with (y/n)'s back and sticking his hands under his shirt to wrap around his stomach.

He nestled his face into the crook of (y/n)'s shoulder, every breath seeming to be full of pure electricity as it washed over his skin.

"So pretty..."

(y/n) fell asleep easily for the first time in his life, lying wrapped in warmth and joy.

that's all, folks. sorry if it's total shit in general it really is late and i do indeed have insomnia and very uncomfy clothes plus this is the third thing i have written ever. think it ended a little abruptly but i want to go to bed so whatever. this feels soooo slow-paceddd and wayy too long and veryyy out of character but whatever it's really about his face not his character if im being honest

also idk what to tag with. help

#newton geiszler #newt geiszler #newton geiszler x reader #newt geiszler x reader #pacific rim #pacrim #save brittany #im crazy bananas

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S.T.A.Y

post!war levi ackerman x oc (can be read as self insert)

chapter one is here!

masterlist !

He left his window open overnight again.

A familiar icy morning breeze brushed across his face painted with stitched-up battle scars, his frown replaced with a distant melancholic look swirling in his mix-matched eyes. It was just one of those days- when no matter how much he cleaned or made tea as a distraction, he couldn't stop the flashes of his dead comrades invade the forefront of his mind, and how one by one, they left his side.

How he was left alone.

Levi sat still in his wrinkle-free sheets as the morning dawn found itself leaking inside his small apartment above his store, the birdsong a reminder of how this was another day he had to go through on no sleep. It couldn't have been earlier than six in the morning, but if he stayed in bed any longer, the aches in his body would become unbearable. In the corner of the room, he shot a stare at the folded-away wheelchair that sat waiting in the dark.

He thought back to what the lady mentioned yesterday about massages, but he couldn't take himself seriously when he considered massaging his own legs, disgusted by even looking at his body for too long. His whole person was just a walking reminder of his failures every time he accidentally glanced at his reflection in a shop window or the lone hanging mirror in his bathroom he wasn't able to remove.

However, with his body now slowly moving further and further from his bed and towards his closet to get dressed whilst attempting to ignore the shoots of pain striking his muscles constantly, the smell of lavender danced through the open glass panes, distracting his mind for only a moment.

Usually, with his window closed all of the time bar the evenings, he never noticed how the smell of freshly arranged flowers would travel through the streets every morning. Iris was her name, right? Didn't she say she was coming to the shop again? Hopefully, it’s before those brats come back-

Before Levi's thoughts could derail any further, the murmur of his neighbours waking up rang throughout the single-bedroom apartment, the thin walls in his empty kitchen, bar the singular teacup, plate and set of cutlery. Most noticeable was the lack of any basket of groceries. Those damn kids.

Once Levi was dressed in the same simple button-up shirt and dark pants, however, he for whatever reason took a second glance at his unruly strands of ebony. His hair was getting long again, and his undercut almost faded into the rest of his hair. Cutting it now was just too much hassle, not to mention whenever he did have time for it, he was suddenly taken over with a wave of tiredness.

He ignored the shots of pain darting across his body as he descended the wooden stairs before he began his morning routine once he stepped foot into the eerily silent shop. Armin told him how getting into a different routine again helped him in moving on in life, yet Levi was stubbornly still stuck to the past, like a moth to a vicious flame. The shop’s silence didn’t help him manage his thoughts any better either. He was used to always being on edge, waiting to hear the ground shake underneath him, or hear the screams of his comrades to run and fight for their lives, day after day. But now, there was none of that, yet guilt can easily blind those who succumb to it.

Tch.

With a newfound urge to wipe the store cleaner than a surgery operating room, Levi was aggressively mopping his floors after he turned the open sign around the glass door, not expecting any visitors until later on in the day when the others were insisting on coming to visit the store, and definitely not just to force him to chat.

On the other side of the street, Iris sat by the round table that took up a majority of the available kitchen space, which wasn’t already occupied by trinkets Jasper found on his adventures, or various drawings of possible flower arrangements she found herself doodling when the store was too quiet, either in watercolour splashed across the beige pages or thinly-drawn lead sketches with various notes on the flowers required.

For the Lane household, it was another restless night.

As she took the final sip of her sweet coffee and neatly arranged a smiley face of sugary goodness atop the pile of pancakes, her thoughts remained on how this was the third night in a row her son couldn’t sleep because of his nightmares. Every once in a while, he would recall the horizon of monsters making their way towards him whilst he clutched his mother as tightly as his three-year-old hand was capable of, while he felt her hold his head to the crook of her neck. As much as the young boy admired the veterans who saved their lives, he was only a child after all, and his six-year-old brain couldn’t process the true horror of what went down during The Rumbling.

Underneath the mound of handmade quilts and various stitched teddy bears, Jasper couldn’t go to sleep after a whole night of interrupted rest, so all he could do was listen to his mom, and how she told him to wait for her to come back with treats.

“Hun? How are you feeling now?” Iris cooed in his ear, her voice caught by the wind and so gentle, it could’ve been mistaken for an autumn breeze. Cautiously, she tucked the dark hair that was stuck to his creased forehead behind his ears, before she hid her fatigue behind her smile when she was met with Jasper’s ocean-blue eyes.

“They- They’re definitely gone, right Mama?”

“Forever, baby. Remember how hard humanity fought against them? You’re safe here Jas, you don’t have to worry” When Iris felt the tiny hand clutch around her wrist, she took that as a signal that he was out of the worst part of it. “You wanna help me open up shop? Breakfast first though” As Jasper trudged down the narrow hallway, his natural grin quickly returned as the smell of maple syrup and fresh pancakes wafted from the nearby kitchen and he dashed past the open door, deadlining towards the enticing plate of fluffy sweetness. With her hands now empty of tiny fingers clutching it shut in its grip, Iris stood by her living room window, pushing back the blinds and nudging the panes aside to ventilate the room.

God , she needed some fresh air, they both did.

Today was a Monday, which usually meant business would be slow bar the regulars that came every week with the same orders, many headed to the same desolate place afterwards.

“What flowers are we giving Mr Levi? I think daisies!” Jasper piped up as he stuffed another pancake into his mouth, ignoring the current state his fingers were in as he abandoned the fork many pancakes ago.

“Huh? Oh, right! I promised him we’d bring some over this morning! Jas, go get changed and please, wash ur face. You’re more maple syrup than human” Iris joked before ruffling his hair, wincing at the melted sugar that somehow found its way into his strands of raven hair.

Ignoring the mess of a kitchen ahead of her, she ran down the spiral staircase to her left, leading to the comfortable shop below and began to browse her stock. Vibrant blues, pinks and yellows swarmed her vision, as she thought back to the tea shop, and how its walls were lined with strips of emerald-green wallpaper and various memorabilia neatly placed upon hanging shelves, amongst the decorative teacups.

“Maybe those new white petunias? With a bundle of daisies of course,” Iris mumbled under her breath before taking the heap of trimmed stems in her hands and making her way to the wrapping table where a wicker basket was left behind from their shopping trip. After making sure they were secure, she was about to call for Jasper before realising she had no way to conveniently plant these.

As the town clock in the distance rang eight times, and more people began to walk past her windows, she picked up her gardening supplies, including a bag of soil she’ll have to carry and pray Jasper doesn’t drop the basket of delicate flowers.

However, as she was so absorbed with her familiar routine of organising orders, she failed to realise the bell ringing, and before she knew it, a young woman no older than her mid-20s stood in the doorway, clearly unfamiliar with her store.

“Ah sorry! I was in my own world there, how may I help you, Miss?” As Iris struck the woman with a smile, she could tell what kind of flowers she was looking for. Over the years, since The Rumbling ended, she had a surge of customers looking for funeral flowers or presents to try to brighten their loved one’s day as the mourning process began.

“It’s- for someone important to me, nothing too fancy, please. That wasn’t his style”

“I understand, don’t worry. You know, technically I only arranged this last night when I couldn’t sleep, but I had this sample for a bundle of pink forget-me-nots and these beautiful carnations I have in bloom at the moment if that interests you?” Iris knew not to overstep, the woman was clearly on her way to a graveyard. Yet, a subtle smile reached the stranger’s face as she nodded her head, before nodding towards the mess Iris made on the floor in her flurry of ‘organising’.

“Sorry, I was on my way to give these to the man across the street for his windowsills, but this morning’s been quite hectic-”

“MOM! CAN WE GO NOW?” Jasper shrieked out of excitement to see the soldier again, before forcing his run to a halt as he noticed the lady staring at him in bewilderment at the front of the store. “Sorry, I didn’t know there were customers”

“You’re alright baby, now Miss, what’s your name? So I can have it registered with the order. Oh, and Jas, can you collect the stuff on the ground over there? Also, in the greenhouse, there should be a bouquet there, it’s very pink so you can’t miss it, can you bring that to me please?” She needn’t say anymore, because the young boy was already running across the store, the morning pancakes having given him a burst of energy.

“Right, it’s Mikasa. This is a lovely store by the way” By her body language, Iris could tell she was inept at holding conversations with strangers for a long time, so she made her way to the cash register, before tolling up her order’s price. Just as Mikasa passed her the money, the flurry of conversations passing by the store’s door calmed the awkwardness into something Iris hoped helped make the young woman feel less uncomfortable.

“Aw thanks, sweetheart! I try my best you know, we all are doing our part” Iris said through smiles, as she led the woman past the handpainted pots and vases that lined the shop’s walls, before picking up her basket tidied up by Jasper, filled with the flowers, tools and extra seeds.

Iris was leaning forward to pick up the bag of soil, yet was stopped by Mikasa picking up the bag with an immense speed, holding the soil over her toned shoulders as if it weighed nothing. “Let me carry this, I’d like a distraction this morning” For the first time throughout their whole interaction, Iris didn’t need to think about letting a laugh slip past her lips.

“It's just across the street, so I hope it’s not too strenuous-”

“Wait- across the street, like-”

“I have flowers! Can we go now, please?” Jasper squealed as he comically cherished the fragile flowers in his grasp whilst rushing through the backdoor, before skidding to a stop in front of Mikasa. In a flurry of childlike embarrassment, he handed Mikasa the radiant arrangement of pinks and whites, with tiny specks of gold dust scattered across the rim of the paper packaging. In the morning sun reflecting into rainbows that flowed throughout the welcoming corner store, Iris could only giggle at her son’s enthusiasm, before holding the door open for the three of them. Not before hastily grabbing her cream-coloured sunhat that hung aside the oak door, a lace ribbon tied daintily around the back.

“Ma’am? You don’t happen to be visiting a man named Levi, do you?”

As Mikasa’s voice quietened, Iris could only tilt her head in confusion at her newest friend’s expression of utter bewilderment. “It’s quite a long story, but I happened to meet these two teenagers yesterday that worked with him, and I noticed his shop seemed rather uncolourful on the outside, so I offered to decorate it. For free of course, as thanks for his service I suppose, Jasper is rather in awe of all those that fought against the Titans” Iris began to ramble onwards as she held the young boy’s hand before he ran in front of the line of moving cars, her eyes glancing from the tea shop I the distance, to the figure she noticed by the shop window, moving around with what seemed to be a mop of some kind. As Iris was more focused on making sure Jasper didn’t get distracted by the golden retriever making its way towards them, she missed the brief softening of Mikasa’s eyes, a gentle smile tagging on her lips.

Immediately after catching herself, Mikasa tightened her grip on the delicate bouquet in her left hand, whilst securing her hold on the bag of soil pressed against her right shoulder, all the while imagining how she’ll tell this to the others when they arrive at the store. Levi has a friend that isn’t one of us? And is not to mention a very beautiful woman? How did this even start again?

“Come on, Mikasa, I don’t want you carrying that bag for much longer, it looks heavy” Iris gently snapped her out of her thoughts before the three of them crossed the street in a hurry.

“I’ve carried heavier, no need to worry” Just as Mikasa set the bag of dirt next to Iris, who was already inspecting the abandoned flowerpots that lay atop the large windowsills, a familiar voice called out her name from only a few metres down the street.

“You’re already here! And who’s this? I didn’t know you had such an attractive friend Mikasa!-”

“Stop it, Connie, that’s disrespectful in so many ways!” A shorter man of a similar age to Mikasa, Iris surmised, hurriedly explained, all the whilst nudging a taller man with a buzzcut who was now bewildered at how the woman was laughing at what was said prior.

“You’re friends sure are flatterers, Mikasa, but I should probably go let Jasper inside and get to work on these” Iris rambled all the whilst settling her basket of equipment on the ground next to the bag of dirt, before leaving the flowers and packets of seeds and rising from her previously-crouched position to properly greet the new group of strangers that were now all staring at her with curiosity, gazes flickering from Levi in the shop window who was yet to notice them, to the woman practically oozing kindness in front of them. “And my name is Iris Lane, a pleasure to meet you all”

“Jean Kirstein Ma’am! How long have you known Captain and his shop?”

“Armin Arlert, lovely to meet you also”

“Sasha Braus, those flowers look very pretty!” As the young girl with tied-away brown hair rambled, Iris felt the smaller hand leave her own, and before she could turn around, Jasper had snuck away into the tea shop behind them. “Hey, that kid is gonna get all the muffins before me! WAIT!-”

“Sorry about her Ma’am, they can all get pretty rowdy when spurred on enough” Mikasa muttered, yet Iris could only laugh in response at the unique group of young adults in front of her, before grabbing the watering can she saw hidden behind the flower pots, as if the previous owner once attended whatever was grown here, yet forgot about them eventually.

“I should go inside and see if I can fill this thing up; I assume you all are here for Levi since Mikasa mentioned him not long ago?” Iris asked as she saw them beginning to walk behind her as they headed towards the spotless front doors, the older woman missing the way they all darted their gaze from each other’s eyes as if they were having some telepathic conversation. Primarily, Jean and Connie, whilst Armin opened the door and held it for their new acquaintance before she thanked him with a pat to his head before scanning the store for her son.

“Oi, Sasha, that muffin’s for the actual child, you child!” A familiar rough voice barked out from the counter before the four walked through the store until they were faced with Sasha and Jasper both hunched over the counter, reaching for the last remaining lemon and poppyseed muffin. In the end, Sasah gave in when she saw tears form in the six-year-olds eyes, yet as soon as the treat was in his hands, his eyes brightened and stuck his tongue out at the shocked woman.

“Ah, some adults are here. Iris, I hope you don’t mind your kid eating this much sugar at eight in the morning-”

“No need to apologise, Levi, you’re keeping him entertained which is more than I could ever wish for. Now, I have the flowers out front but do you have a sink I can use to fill this thing up?”

“Yeah- of course, this way”

Once Levi returned to the counter and a tap could be heard running, a snicker fell past Connie, before earning himself a smack against his back from Jean who was doing very much the same thing, only managing to hide his chuckles behind his jacket's hood.

“She seems lovely Captain! Who knew you’d get so lucky after all!”

“Cut it out, I hardly know her” Levi grumbled before forcing the group of rowdy adults to sit at one of the long tables, perfectly aligned with the afternoon sun blending seamlessly with the distant ocean, the shades of cerulean blue melting into the amber rays of the sun. Just like the alluring landscape painted outside the quaint shop’s windows, Levi’s thoughts fell onto her , again. Could he even allow such foolish thoughts about a woman way above some crippled war veteran with more scars adorning his face alone than he could count, to fester in his mind?

“I hope you like petunias, 'cause that’s all I could carry over here, haha! Jas, you stay in here okay baby?” Iris softly spoke, leaning down to kiss her son’s hairline, whilst patting his shoulders and waving goodbye to her newest acquaintances that sat not-so-subtly staring at her ever since she left the kitchen. Once she pushed open the door and could be seen outside the window, rolling up the arms of her sundress to reveal her tanned arms, Levi looked away and forced his attention onto cleaning up the mess left behind by Sasha and Jasper.

“So?” Connie began, as Levi handed the toddler in front of him a clean handkerchief to clean up the crumbs he somehow managed to get in his ears.

“Levi, Iris is pretty lovely, not to mention respectful, it’s okay if you”- Mikasa continued as she was on the way to head out the door and offer her help to the woman she, for a reason she didn’t understand, found herself comforted by.

“Not you too, Mikasa. I met the woman yesterday, and I’m hardly interested in any of that”

“Are you talking about my Mommy? She’s great!” Jasper interrupted, a kiddush grin smeared across his face as Sasha slid her hands across the glass countertop and took the final slice of muffin on the boy’s plate. “That’s my muffin, you- you muffin stealer!”

“Robbing children now Braus?”

“Respectfully Sir, we all think it would be pretty healthy if you even considered becoming friends with someone not from the past. And- if something else grows from it, well”-

“Armin as well? Shit, you’re all ganging up on me now”

“Shit!” Jasper recalled, a giggle escaping his lips which were quickly followed by Jean and Connie falling into a pattern of boisterous laughter.

“If you want the mom to like you, maybe start with not teaching her toddler those words!” Jean laughed, before the sounds of Iris and Mikasa starting a light-hearted conversation began outside the window, and Levi’s attention fell back onto the beam of sunlight laughing outside his humble tea shop; his friend’s teasing remarks falling into a void of silence.

Oh no. Those damn brats might be right.

#attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman x reader #aot x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman

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Reality Bites: Dazed & Confused 4/6

A/N: So that cold I got? Yeah that was Covid. Sorry my posting schedule got completely derailed, butttt- that just means you guys are in for a treat. I will be posting the rest of Reality Bites: Dazed & Confused this weekend. All three final chapters. Get ready to binge babes! 

Also- my co-author @allaboardthereadingrailroad posted the final chapter of Dazed’s sister story; Cruel Summer! Go eat that good shit up.

Warnings: Emotional damage(emotional damageeeee). Reader getting kinda handsy with a not willing Steve. Steve being a lovable lying prick. Teenage girl mental breakdown(which like- is the worst kind)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Sized Reader

Summary: The monsters come creeping in, and you turn to the least likely place for support. 

Chapter Four: As The World Falls Down

“Bean, seriously, stop fucking moving” 

You hiss, pins between your teeth. Glaring up at your friend. 

She’s towering, high on the stool you’d forced her to climb atop. Holding the unfinished dress to her chest, what had been a simple leopard print piece of fabric was now form fitting, tailor made. 

You’d give yourself all the credit, she looked amazing. 

As much as she’d argue it Bean was an easy model, the fact that she hid all of that body under those baggy clothes was a travesty in itself. 

One you’d made your duty to fix.

Now if she would just stop squirming so that you could finish the bottom hem. 

You argue that no, hell no you’re not making it longer because her legs looked miles long, and her ass was peak. 

“If I stab you, it's your fault. And if you get blood on my carpet, I swear you’re going to be the one scrubbing it out” 

“Are you even listening to me?” Bean shoots back letting you man handle her so that you could get the thigh slit just right “I’m pretty sure that Hawkins is literally ground zero for some kind of Armageddon world ending shit”

“I hear you, babe. I’ve heard you for the last hour” You conform, sticking a pin strategically through the fabric “I can multitask you know” 

“Then how are you not totally freaking out? If I’m right, which I know sounds insane, I know. But if I’m even, a fraction of a fraction right this means that this all started like two years ago. Will Byers, and Barb- ouch” you give her an innocent shrug, you’d warned her she was going to get poked “What if she didn't die from chemical poisoning. What if…what if one of those things killed her?” 

You sigh deeply.

A throbbing headache stinging behind your left eye. 

When Bean had called earlier, claiming to have loads of shit to tell you, you’d assumed it was going to be fun. A gossip sesh, one where you could work on her dress for the Bonfire. 

Girls night; junk food and sex talk and hopefully, a fat smoke break. 

You knew the minute you’d opened the door, letting your friend in, that an easy peasy girls night was not in the cards.

 Her whispered “I couldn't tell you any of this over the phone” had all but sealed that deal. 

And so, you let her spill. 

Because that's what friends do. 

You’d convinced her to let you finish her dress, your fingers itching for something, anything to keep them busy as Bean told you her story.

 As she informed you of what she’d found out. Your brain literally couldn't wrap around it. Or maybe it just wouldn't, you don't know. All you know is that with every word, this all seemed darker, more insidious than you ever could have imagined. 

“What happened to Barb was fucked up, like the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard fucked up” you start, death by chemical spill had been insane enough to make the entire town stir. You included. 

You’re very aware that Bean and Barb had been friends, so you choose your next words wisely. “But why would a company take that fall if they weren't really responsible? Hawkins National went completely belly up because of what they did to her” 

“Because! What if they still were responsible? What if the cryptid came from them?”

“What? Like they made that alien creature in their lab? No way, no way a bunch of bumfuck Indiana scientists created that thing” you protest because why here? 

Why not in a big city? DC or New York seemed more appropriate for the start of an apocalyptic event.

“I don't know if they created it, I don't know how any of it fits together yet. I just…it’s connected. And my little brother knows how” 

And that's where she lost you- all this weirdo shit about the lab, even though you’d deny it because it was all too much, that could make sense. That your mind could grasp. Insane as it was, who the hell knew what the government did with DNA and tech and all that. 

Now Lucas, Dustin and their little gang being involved? That you really couldnt fucking picture. 

You finish pinning the map for the hem before standing, tossing any strays in the can on your dresser before turning back to your friend. Your best friend. Who damn near seemed in crisis mode. 

The day you’d gone looking for her at Star Court, the one where she’d cut out early? She’d done it to go and interrogate the neighborhood kids you used to babysit, her brother included. 

Played good cop, bad cop, Dungeon Master. 

“Didn't he spend like all of his time in Mike Wheeler's basement until he started dating that redhead?”

“Max” Bean corrects with a nod. 

“Max. Spawn of Satans sister. Whatever. Those boys barely used to see sunlight. And they played D&D and drank processed sugar until they got brain rot” 

“I know! That's what I thought about it all too, but you didn't see their faces, Peach. They knew exactly what I was talking about. The moment I mentioned the demon dog I could see it, I told you it was like light bulbs went off over all of their heads. And then they tried to cover it all up” 

“And Mike essentially gaslit you until you left” you clarify, retracing what she had told you.

“Yes! And Mike Wheeler tried to gaslight me because he knew that I knew that they know!” Bean curses, obviously still annoyed at the failed D&D interrogation. 

She starts to do this thing, when she’s annoyed, like annoyed past the point of being able to stay cool. Constant movement. Leg shaking. Fist clenching. Teeth grinding.  

“He’s always been an asshole kid. Capricorn. Bleh” 

“So riddle me this, you can believe in stars and planets affecting us, but you don't believe anything I’m telling you?” her voice is defensive, that edge. And sad. A deadly combination. 

You shake your head. 

Because this is what you're not trying to do, not trying to make her feel alienated. You don't like the way she stares at you, chocolate eyes pleading, just on the verge of icing over. 

“I know that I trust you, and I think youre the smartest fucking person in this town, probaly the county if were being real. But don't know if I want to believe any of this”

“Why?” She presses

“Because! I don't want to be scared to walk to my car at night. I’m stu- I’m not going away to school, Bean. So if all this shit is real, and I really don't want to be, but if it is? What am I supposed to do with that information?” Honesty, the raw kind. You dont grant that access to many, to anyone really. 

But you’ll give it to her. 

Staying, behind, in Hawkins had already been hard to digest. Add monsters on top of that? How are you supposed to accept that? 

Bean lets out an understanding sound through her nose, stepping down from the stool, still holding the dress up by its not yet attached straps “I’m not trying to create something out of nothing” 

“I know you're not” You reassure her, reaching out to rub her arm. 

“You saw what I saw that night. That thing was not a dog, or any other known species. I wish it was, but wasn't” 

You nod, tongue running across your upper teeth. Because…you know. You’ve known. 

“Maybe we didn't hit a mange covered mutt. Maybe it was an alien or a xenowhatever. Maybe it fell from the sky and into the Evans’ cornfield, or it was cooked up in that lab. I- that I do believe. I think, even though it makes me feel like I need to be put in a padded room, that that might be real? But Lucas, Dustin and Mike being involved? I just dont fucking get it” 

“Me neither. It has to have something to do with Will, because that whole thing was so sketchy”

“Mad sketchy” you agree, because it had always baffled you. 

How was he lost in the forest, and what a coincidence it was that they’d found a body, of a kid just his age, during his time MIA. 

You’d always just assumed it had something to do with the fact that Joyce Byers was obviously a recovering drug addict. 

But what if it didn't. 

“And what happened with Barb? It’s never sat right with me, ever. Nancy has always been so avoidant and weird when it comes up-” She confides, a deep frown marring her features

“You think Nancy has something to do with this?” Bean nods and you scoff out a cruel laugh “Nancy the priss Wheeler? She could barely handle freshman Gym Class. No way she could handle aliens”

“Cryptids” Bean offers in place of aliens and you roll your eyes. Smart ass. Literally. 

“Whatever. Now that I believe even less. No fucking way those kids and Nancy were what, involved in this? Found Will? Knew Barb got killed by these things?” you downright refused to believe that. If that was the case, then all of them would be dead.  

“Cause it wasn't just them, think about timelines. Jonathan Byers and Nancy? It never made sense that they got together. He’s such an Odd Ball, and he was even lower then me on the social totem pole at school. How do a priss and a loser end up together like that?” Bean holds out her hands, as if gesturing to the insanity of it all. 

“For one, don't ever lump yourself with Jonathan Byers ever again. I will smack you” you warn, not liking that little bit at all. You shove your finger in her face for emphasis “And as for that extremely weird coupling, I don't know. Nancy developed a kink for guys who look like they could be budding serial killers” 

“No” Bean shakes her head “Jonathan was involved by default, because of Will. I don't know how Nancy got mixed up in it, maybe through Mike? I told you. Schematics. But Steve, that's who I don't get. Why he was in it- maybe through her, then through the kids”

“What do you mean Steve? Steve, Steve?” You clarify, the name coming as a shock, thrown into the already impossible mix “You think Steve knows about this shit?- strip, I need to hem that”

“Timelines. Think about it, and when he and Dustin and the rest of the kids became friends. It was right before they released that story about Barb and the chemical leak at the lab” Bean explains as she shimmies out of the dress, almost losing her balance as she pulls it off, before handing it to you. 

“What would he have to do with any of it, though?”

“Again, I don't know. And I know I keep saying that but there's holes, I’m trying to figure it out- but just, why did Steve become friends with Dustin? And the rest of the kids? Have you ever watched him around them? It’s like he’s constantly babysitting them. And it came out of nowhere! I’d never seen him anywhere my brother, and now it's like theyre all best friends. Because they all know whats going on” 

You’d just chalked up Steve's very odd friendship with the kids to the trauma that came with him being neglected. 

You wouldn't say it out loud, the Harringtons(especially Steve's mom) are a powerful family but Steve had always been alone. You had very few memories of his parents being anywhere when it counted. School functions. Sports games. Graduation. That coupled with the fact that Nancy had dumped him right around the time all of his friends had… you never had asked him how he and Dustin started hanging out. It never seemed important. 

“”Do you see it yet?” Bean wonders, already back in her mom jeans and oversized Joy Division T-shirt “Tell me you see this shit” 

You really wish you didn't. You wish you couldnt follow her train of thought through all that chaos. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, hard. Hard as you can. Your headache has turned into something spinning, and you're really trying to fight the nausea that threatened to accompany it. 

Plopping down on the shell shaped chair in the corner, you  try not to meet your own reflection in the mirror of the vanity. Clutch the dress so hard your knuckles go pale. 

You can’t do this. Can’t admit it, to yourself or Bean. 

Maybe there is something going on. Maybe the whole governments a sham, and Barb got murdered by whatever the fuck youd ran over. 

Many the TV gives off killer radio waves like crazy old man Earl said it did. 

Maybe you’d get hit by a bus tomorrow. 

There were just too many variables. Too many plates spinning.

“I just…can’t. It’s not that I don’t believe you, because I know that you believe what you’re saying. But it’s all just too much. I think we should let it go, you know? Chalk it all up to something that maybe we shouldn’t try to figure out” they’re not dismissive, your words. But they���re not exactly supportive either

“I just needed to tell someone. I’ve felt like my heads literally going to explode for the last few days. I don't know” She sits on your bed then. And you see it, the tiredness, the sag of her shoulders “I thought you should know” 

And really, you wish she hadn't. 

“Don’t tell anyone else about this, okay?”…

Bean ends up having to leave, something about picking Lucas up from the arcade and shit she’s so late. 

You make her promise, once again, not to tell anyone. And then a second promise, that she would still go to the bonfire with you at the end of the week. 

You weren't doing all of this sewing for nothing. 

She holds out her pinky, linking it through yours quick before she's jogging for her car. Pulling out of the long driveway. Gone. 

You lock the front door and then the back door- and then you check the windows and lock them too. 

The house is too empty, too cavernous. 

Gnawing at the parts of your subconscious that had been set on fire by Beans visit. You feel about two seconds from crawling out of your skin, the hair at the back of your neck pink prick raised.

You perch on the brown leather recliner. Staring at the patterned wall, staring at nothing. 

Diaphragmatic breaths, you hear your uncle's voice. 

Calm down your heart rate, don't have a total panic attack. Bowie’s ear perks, but he doesn't move from the arm of the sectional- doesn't come to comfort you like he should. You feed him, he should love you. 

Nothings how its supposed to be, is it? 

Don't cry, it’s a stern command from your brain to your nervous system. You can handle this. You’re a grown up now, this is what grown ups do, right? Handle things?

It takes fifteen minutes for you to cave. 

Snatching up the phone, you mentally curse the fact that it’s still rotary style and you have to take the time to twirl the numbers in, one by one. Your slightly trembling fingers not cooperating. 

The line rings a few times, 

“You’ve reached Doctor Elliot Y/L/N-

Please a message after the tone and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible”

You sit and stare at the phone in your hands, line beeping dead. Your mind races, and for a moment there’s a disconnect as panic rises like bile in the back of your throat, treacherous sniffles slipping through. 

Who do you call? Bean just left. 

Heather is probably hanging out with the usual crowd, and you don’t have the stomach to face a crowd right now.

A plethora of other names flash in your head. Jackie? Lisa? Ashley? No, no, no. 

When had your circle gotten so small? Had you really isolated yourself to this extent? In one measly summer?

Grabbing the phone book, the pages fan fast as you search for the last name. E,F,G-H. 

You dial the phone again. 

It’s picked on the first ring. 

“Hey, are you busy”

You’d become very well acquainted with the maroon BMW that parks in front of your house a half an hour later. 

Furiously, you’d wiped at your eyes, tears unshed but still welling. 

It felt like a time bomb, and you couldnt cry. 

Wouldn't. 

You didn't have waterproof mascara on, and more importantly, you’d rather die than cry in front of Steve Harrington. 

Steve, who sits patiently in his parked car, waiting for you as you slip out of the house and down the stone path. All the while you’re unable to stop questioning yourself. 

Why the fuck had you called him? Steve of all people? 

Because he answered. 

You decide to lean on that. He’d answered and that's all.

 He answered and you needed for someone to put you back into your body. Steve's good at that. Good with his mouth and his fingers and sometimes, he’s even good with those pretty words. Cheesy as they are. 

You slide into his passenger seat slamming the door closed behind you. 

You hadn't really thought this far. 

You’d been able to keep calm over the phone, smooth, coy. I have an empty house, you should come keep me company. 

But now, as you sit in the dark…you don't know why you’d done this. You shouldn't have called him. 

“Hey, I thought you had plans? What, B/R/N leave you hangin’?” Steve’s chewing on a twizzler, looking summertime light in an old jersey and a pair of athletic shorts. Rock the Bells, LL Cool J, making his speakers vibrate. 

His words are molasses slow, or maybe that's your brain. Lagged. Too much information causing a mini data meltdown. 

“Uh, no, she had to cut out to pick up Lucas” And it’s true. You leave out the part where she’d dropped an atomic bomb in your bedroom before she’d left, though. “I uh- I thought since you wanted to hang out earlier anyways I’d call. What you didn't want to see me?”

You can keep it together, you’ve got this. 

You can look at him that way you know guys like. Reach over and run your fingers lightly over his exposed thigh. 

He’s focused on your lips when you talk, and you know exactly what he’s thinking about. 

Good. 

This feels normal. This you know. 

“Nah-uh, you canceled on me. Last minute, too-” You cut off whatever he was about to say next, reaching over the console to press your lips, hard, against his. Because it feels good, because you need to feel some sense of normalcy.

And Steve can do that for you. Cant he do this one thing for you?

He squawks, thrown off a little, but leaning into it none the less. 

He's a good kisser, he does indeed do that tongue thing that everyone had raved about, every time. You moan into his mouth, moving fast. His car is so fucking small, a tight fit but you’ll make it work- 

Peeling off the heather gray crewneck, you show off your lacy red bra, the see through one with the little white bow that you’d hooked on after calling him. Big dogs, this bra always works. It’s magic. 

“Lets go inside” He proposes, and you shake your head hard, biting his lip, dragging his mouth back to yours. 

No talking. No going inside, you don't want to stare at the cream colored walls of your bedroom. You don't want to look in the mirror of your vanity. 

You don't want to feel real, and in that moment. You don't. 

“Hey- Slow down a sec. Y/N?” Steves pull away, and you can't have that, your hands reach under the elastic of his shorts- “No, seriously, cool down, shit-” He’s grabbed your hand, his fingers overlapping yours and pressing into a soft fist, halting any movement. 

“What?” You try to smile. You fail, can feel the grimace on your face, and you hope its dark enough that he cant see “You dont wanna fuck me?” 

“Y/N…” It’s hesitant, and then he’s pulling back, and pushing your hand away. His big brown eyes, fucking doe like as they catch the street light glow. He looks worried, not turned on. It makes a pulse of irrational anger skip through your veins.

“You don't, huh? Why are you here if you don't want to fuck, Steve?” You demand, reaching for your discarded sweater because what the hell? Why did this keep happening? 

All this unpredictability. It’s been like this since graduation, and no matter how hard you try, you can't manage to find your footing. 

Between alien dogs and rejection, you think you’ve just about had enough.

You pull on your discarded top, hard, your hair flying everywhere. Messy, not attractive at all, manic-ly, you tuck it behind your ears. He doesn’t get to do this, you won't let him.

“I shouldn't have called you” You seethe, going for the handle. Before you make even more of a fool out of yourself. 

“Stop- stop for a fucking second” He reaches over you, slamming the partially opened door shut “What's going on? You’re not acting like yourself, at all. Are you okay? ”

It’s such a simple question. Maybe it’s how he asks it, or maybe it's just that he asks it at all. His long arm is caging you in and you can't run, like you want to. Like you should. 

Instead, you feel the floodgates break. 

“Y/N, oh shit. Hey, it’s okay baby” Steve doesn't know what to do, as he watches you cover your face with your hands and shake apart. He’s never been good with this kind of shit.

“Don't call me that!” You wail muffled by your palms. This is already mortifying as it is. You didn't want that name, that already used name. 

You remember it. Him and Nancy dating. Beginning of senior year. You remember him hugging her from behind in the hallways and whispering in her hair. Baby. 

And then they went to Alien Hunting together. According to Bean. 

“Okay I won't, but just look at me, please” Steves rubbing your arm, your thigh. Trying to be soothing but somehow managing to just be more overwhelming. Overstimulating “What’s wrong? Talk to me. Just talk to me because I’m really trying not to freak the fuck out, but I need to know what’s going on” 

And tell him what? That you were going crazy? 

“I cant. I cant t-t-talk to anyone” 

“You can, whatever. You can talk to me about anything, C’mon. Just look at me” It’s his voice, not his words that makes you peek out. He sounds genuinely worried. Like if you dont reassure him that youre okay in 0.5 seconds he might actually freak out. Call your uncle or something. 

Hah, good luck. 

“We’re not even friends” You point out the fact and for some reason that makes him soften. 

“Keep telling yourself that” He breathes out, grabbing one of your hands and pulling it completely away from your face “What's going on?” 

You feel like you're under a microscope, when he looks at you like that. You’ve asked him to stop multiple times but he does it anyway. Everytime. Usually when he thinks you can't see. 

“Nothing, I’m fine. I’m sorry- I just. Work, ya’ know? It sucks” the excuse is poor, even to your own ears. 

Him and that stupid microscopic look. It’s uncomfortable for someone to look straight through you. 

“You’re crying because of work?”

“Yeah” you sniffle, nodding and wiping at your face. “My boss is the worst” 

“Bullshit-”

“It’s not!”

“Seriously, bullshit. I’ve seen you cry like maybe once in our entire lives. Not even Jamie-”

“Jimmy” 

“Yeah, him. No way he can make you cry. Falling off of that cheer pyramid in front of like a hundred people during that Homecoming game didn't get you. No way your chump of a boss did” Steve really is bad at this, as hard as he tries. Its annoying, endearing, but annoying. 

“Thanks for that horrible reminder” You laugh wetly. That day had been a shit show. Because the fat girl shouldn't have been so high up on the pyramid anyway. You don't know what had been worse? Your bruised tailbone or your bruised self-esteem. 

“Sorry, I probably should've used a different example. I’m just saying, you can take a tumble” He gives that half grin and shakes your shoulder, like your one of his teammates. One of his adopted children. 

Had he treated Nancy like this? Like she was one of the guys? What about the gaggle of other girls?  You’d never cared to wonder. So why do you now? 

That ever-present headache throbs something fierce. 

“Did something happen?” He whispers it, thumb massaging circles into the skin of your upper arm. You’re a weakling for leaning into it. 

You had made Bean pinky promise that she wouldn’t tell anyone, 

“If I tell you something, you have to swear that you won’t think I'm crazy”

You were going to hell for breaking the sacred pinky.

“I think we're past that point” He jokes, and you shrug him off, turning in the seat until you can face him full on.

“Steve, I’m serious. This is fucking serious. I need you to swear” you give him a severe look, and then sigh “Fuck, who am I kidding. I think I’m crazy right now. I can't blame you if you do, too” 

“I won't, okay? It can't be that bad” 

“Oh no” You laugh humorlessly, reaching into his glove compartment. You know he keeps his pack of Camels in there. He can pretend he kicked the habit for everyone else, but he always tasted just slightly of menthol “This shits insane, like literally” 

You smoke three of them between the two of you as you tell him your story.

 In all of its fantastical impossible glory. 

Of the dog, that wasn't canine at all. Of Bean, and her obsession with figuring it out, and of your own obsession with shutting the whole thing down. You tell him about the Dungeons and Dragons game, the kids and their weird reactions. Mike’s gaslighting. Lucas’ avoidance. About Nancy, and Jonathan and how they tied into it. Maybe. We think, or at least Bean does.

…You can't bring yourself to give voice to the last accusation. Not in its entirety. 

His jaw is clenched, hard. Thick brows pulled tightly together. You've never seen this expression on him. You think it might be fear. 

You didn’t mean to. Didn’t mean to transfer all that fear you were feeling onto someone else. 

You want to grab his hand, want to reach out and physically calm him down, but well you're scared.

Of lots of things. 

“I know you were with her, Nancy, at that time. Did any of this ever come up?” You hope he says no. If there's a god, if the universe really had its sick plan for why you and Steve Harrington kept clashing together like Baoding Balls, he’d say no. 

“No” His head bobs, his fingers squeeze yours “ No, ba- Y/N, no. I’ve never heard anything like this, ever”

You exhale slow through, a phew of sorts. Steve wasn’t involved. You’d already known that, even before your inquiry.

He couldn’t be. 

Fighting monsters? No way. This was the king of cool, raised in a cookie cutter neighborhood, every blade of grass in its place Steve Harrington. Nothing supernatural could ever happen to him, you just couldn’t see it. Couldn’t conjure up the mental image. 

“I’m sorry- yeah. Of course you haven’t. You probably think I’m certifiable right now” you’re shaking your head, biting on the inside of your lip, blood drawing.

If the roles were reversed you’d probably tell him to grow up and block his number. Monsters? In Indiana. Yeah fuckin’ right. 

“I don’t think you're crazy- hey. Come here, I don’t think you’re crazy” 

Steve wraps his arms around you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. 

He didn’t think you were crazy. Even when you’d all but asked him a question that would make most run from the hills. 

He didn’t make fun of you. 

“It’s gonna be okay” the reassurance is spoken into the thin skin, his voice vibrating against the side of your throat as he holds you. 

And you believe him. 

Ooooof. This chapters a monster. How are we feeling? Emotionally prepared for the last two? If you say yes then you arent reading the room friend.

#steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x plus size reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagines

[b-intuitive]

Fall equinox 🍁🍂

Seasonal changes are an opportunity to reflect. As the seasons change, think about the changes in your life." She explains, "The fall equinox marks the start of a transition between the blooming of summer to the hibernation of winter.

It’s a time to be grateful for what you have acquired and what you have in your life and where you landed.”

I might feel like I am behind in life but everything happened the way it did for a reason. I don’t understand but I trust in it.

What I acquired

New job/ 1 year

Finally in a finance role where I am given more responsibility. It’s also a place where I have room to grow. I am in an environment where I can learn how to improve my communication skills and have to resources to take my career further. I can also find my way a little easier, and I have more inner direction on where I want to go.

The motivation to take my health seriously. I learned the importance of self care and just taking better care of myself in general. Before it would go in one ear and out the other. Now I see how it hindered me and made me self conscious

Put more focus on hair hair

Started eating regularly and gained healthy weight

Started my record collection

Started taking my spiritual practice more seriously and feeling like I have a new lease on life.

Found a new hobby that brings joy to my life. I’ve been enjoying looking online and in person.

What I have in my life:

Giving myself more grace. Having the courage to pick myself up after mistakes and just giving myself the room to make mistakes and learn from them.

A support system that will help me through the tough times and encourage me during the best times.

Found a hobby that I enjoy - I’m having the time of my life finding vinyl records. It gives me something to look forward to and fills up my time. It's such a rush when I find the record I want for a good price.

Where I landed:

I can handle my emotions better and I try not to let things derail my day. I understand that I will make mistakes, just try not to make the same mistake twice.

Working towards having more meaning in my life

Even though I did not take the big4 route, I still managed to land an entry level position with someone who did take the big4 route. It made me realize that my path is not going to be conventional but that doesn’t make it less than someone else.

Loving and accepting of who I am as a person and learning that how others feel about me is not really my problem.

All in all, I am beyond grateful for where I am in life and pushing to be more present and grounded. I have come a long way and sometimes I don't give myself credit or stop to celebrate my wins. 🍂

#lunar cycle #moonology #law of abundance #law of assumption #reflection #spiritual awakening #spiritualgrowth #loa blog #loassumption #loassblog #loablr #affirm and persist #loa tumblr #manifestation #self concept

[jmdbjk]

Attention new Armys

It wasn’t THAT long ago that I was new too. I feel the need to reiterate when it comes to Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship, especially since there’s a lot of new Armys trying to soak up all they can: it’s all the consistent little things that just keep adding up, not the quantity of big moments. The big moments are BIG and important, but it’s the small actions and words that make the mountain. 

You will see them interact during live performances or official content like when they record clips for accepting awards and such... their body language “tells” are evident even during those situations, but it is more of the small things that you see in the behind videos and the bombs and the other sources where they are not actually “on-camera” that just confirm that they do things together, they’re connected, they seek each other out, they look at each other for reactions and responses. 

Seems random: Jimin getting a bite of food from JK. See them behind Jin and Yoongi? Add this to the huge pile of “insignificant” moments and the pile becomes very significant and very pointed. And then you start looking for it, and it’s there. All. The. Time. 

And then the many instances of how they speak to each other (their tone of voice), how many times we’re shown that they’ve waited for each other to “go home” wherever that may be for each of them, how much they speak for each other or the things they mention when they do speak about things regarding each other’s habits, likes or dislikes.

And then there is the body language. There are whole university courses on their body language. Not really but as much as we talk about it, there could be. The body language speaks even when their voices do not. This blog post by @stormblessed95 

In that video (from May 2019), the glances, the licking of the lips and the lip biting... those mean significant things and they both did them. In general, we lick our lips when we see things we desire. Generally, lip biting or chewing means stress and uncertainty. (Nowadays, JK has a habit of chewing on his lip ring like a fidget spinner.) I just rewatched that moment in the V Live here at 2:04 in the video. I think JK was holding back something he wanted to say. 

Jimin was saying “I bid you farewell” etc, they say their goodbyes and after this moment, Jimin was appearing to leave the room but we never actually hear any doors...JK turns to the camera, we still hear what sounds like Jimin’s footsteps on the tile floor, then an audible phone notification...then a doorbell and both Jimin and JK saying “what” (I thought Jimin left?). I guess Jimin answers the door?? then Jimin laughing and then Jin and Tae entered the room again....?? It’s all very...I don’t know what’s going on. 

Then Jimin’s moment is at 7:45 in the video:

The scene he is looking at is Jin, Tae and JK play-acting about JK’s suitcase on the floor laid out like a street vendor’s display on a sidewalk and Jin is the one who made the comment about “hey you there, you’re handsome, come over here.” I think after what just transpired with the scolding he got from JK, Jimin was having a hard time tamping down some sort of feelings he was having...just sayin...knowing what I’ve seen to date...just my hunches but now is not a time to discuss that here.

Anyway, I think whatever JK’s plan was for turning on the V Live in the first place got seriously derailed by everyone else. By the end of it, he was pretty much done and was ready for Tae to leave. There was nothing in the body language between JK or Tae that was significant. 

Another topic of huge debate is the car sharing. This recent post by @humblestart1ao3 is a good example of applying real life knowledge to this situation. Many instances of them waiting on each other and riding together, though we’ve also seen they ride with others occasionally. 

The stuff that gets fabricated for the sake of living out some sort of fantasy is out of control and has been since almost the beginning of BTS. But “shipping” happens, its a form of escape and entertainment. If you do not want to see it, simply use the tools in your social media to block users and topics so you never or rarely see them on your feeds and timelines. 

As always, new Armys should seek out original content and try to stay away from fan-edited “feel good” or analysis videos at first. Those are great to watch after you’ve seen some real interactions! Many are very well done and definitely can give you the emotional feelies. And the V Lives are a great source of more candid interactions as well as a good read on their body language. Also watching the Bon Voyage series and In the Soops on Weverse or V Live and Behinds and Bangtan Bombs on BangtanTV on YouTube offer a little more candid content. Watch and make your own conclusions! You will get to know all the members and laugh and have fun the entire time!

#bts comeback season is here #v live #jikook #kookmin #minkook #new armys

[ladylilithprime]

Lils's 2022 Fanfic Retrospective

Haven't done one of these in a while because something about Covid just seriously sapped my creative energies right out of me and I ended up not writing nearly as much as I wanted for 2020 and 2021. But something in Autumn of 2022 perked me back up, and here's what was accomplished:

Broken Hallelujah: My beloved non-linear narrative Archangel Samuel with Sastiel fic, with wonderful art by @jazzforthecaptain! Not a new fic by any stretch, but I did get a new chapter polished up enough to post.

Unspoken Rules Can't Be Broken: A deviation back into the Harry Potter fandom, because my fandom interests are ever-cyclical. This one was a writing prompt for Harry/Hermione with a specific prompted time-travel do-over premise. I'm not the only person to do it, but I seem to have done a few things that are unique according to my readers.

Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden: More Supernatural! This one was a belated birthday gift to my beloved mutual enabler @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin, featuring a canon divergence at Swan Song where Lucifer and Michael were pushed into the Cage without their vessels, Gabriel took over Heaven, and the Winchesters were told firmly to take a few months (or years) off from doing anything that might break the world again. Very Samcentric despite being Dean's POV, and with some definite Sastiel undercurrents.

Every Time A Bell Rings: A platonic Destiel psuedo-sequel to "Wer zu Lebzeit" as a birthday gift for my bae @jupiterjames who deserved to have something sweet to enjoy. Castiel bakes a pie, and Dean has a canon praise kink. XD

Durch du Engel Halleluja: The actual sequel to "Wer zu Lebzeit" with Christmas, family togetherness, expected and unexpected guests, and Sam FINALLY gets to see the photographs Castiel and Dean keep taking. (Only chapter one got finished by midnight of December 31st, but by golly is this thing going to be finished before February!

Living, Learning, Tongue-Tied, Trying: A snippet originally written for Ro as a happy thought piggybacked off one of her fics of Team Free Will 2.0 before Chuck decided to be an assbutt with Jack going off to college. Also heavily Sastiel, because that's how we roll. XD

These Dying Embers: A contemplative Michael in the Cage watching Lucifer taking Sam apart over and over and over. I actually don't remember how long ago I wrote this one for @threshie, though if I took the hours needed to scroll back through my tumblr messaging history with Ro I'm sure I'd find a date range.

Crack Fic Hat Tricks: Also not new, these were born out of a writing challenge issued by @sageclover61 in one of the Discord servers. Despite the series name, they aren't all crack, but they were definitely all fun to write!

Diamonds Falling Down - Bela Talbot/Lisa Braeden

A Vow Unto His Own - Sam Winchester & Garth Fitzgerald IV

And I Feel Fine - Kevin Tran & Balthazar & Chuck Shurley

You Just Gotta Take A Piece Of Me - Gabriel/Donna & Anael

Let's Go Out With A Bang - Tessa the Reaper/Pamela Barnes/Ruby

Burn Your Biographies: Sabriel this time! Possibly unrequited, possibly not, I left it ambiguous because Gabriel was a traumatized little puppy for a while there.

Maybe More Than Enough: What's this? A new installment of the Something Beautiful Sastimmy Soulmate Saga?? In 2022?? Yep, apparently so! Dean gets filled in on the scoop Sam got from Castiel and sets off to get his brother's soulmate and his family some supernatural protection.

Sons of Men, and Angels: WOOOOOO! This is the original start to the Samael series, the very first work that featured Sam time-travelling back to derail the Apocalypse! I started this thing soooooo many years ago, and there's still so much in this universe that I've got written but can't post yet because THIS, this one is where it all started! If you've already read the Sam Squared series, you'll have a ton of spoilers for where this is going. And speaking of that series....

In The End We'll Surely Lose: This baby got two more chapters added to it, and the fourth is almost ready to be put up! Truly this was a good year for working with Samael's stories because...

Margin of Loss: Ouch. This one hurt to write. It was a random little thought of the canon universe that Sam left behind in SoMaA and the seasons of mess that followed and what it meant that Dean said Yes to a Michael from a completely different timeline instead of the one still trapped in the Cage with Adam. (It may also have been the jumping point of another SoMaA spin-off series like Sam Squared; there's a few of them at this point.)

The Dragon's Librarian: Another somewhat random ficlet that spawned in Discord chat with Ro-- literally, I wrote the whole thing in the chat window. Platonic or pre-Sastiel, with Prince Sam and Dragon Castiel as a hefty dose of inspiration from The Enchanted Forest Chronicles because I will probably never stop loving those books.

And last but definitely not least....

Tell It On The Mountain: A fluffy Sastiel story for @mrswhozeewhatsis for the @spnfanficpond Secret Santa exchange, featuring physically manifested wings, truth compulsions, cuddling by the fire, and mutual consideration for consent and bodily autonomy. (With some Accidentally Engaged thrown in for fun. XD)

And there we have it! Everything I wrote, worked on, and posted in the year 2022! Feel free to peruse various prompt lists I have and drop one in my ask box if you've got something you think would be up my alley to write, and let's see if we can't make 2023 even more prolific than 2022!

#2022 fanfic masterlist #supernatural fic #harry potter fic #sastiel #sabriel #rarepairs

[thebluemallet]

My Top 10 Favorite Moments From Bridgerton Season 2, Episode 2: "Off to the Races"

It has officially been one year since Season 2, so please enjoy my upcoming series of posts about my favorite moments from each episode (and ignore the fact that I never finished doing this for Season 1). My favorite moments in no particular order (except maybe chronological):

10- Shave and a Haircut (Two Bits)

The back and forth between Anthony and Benedict is gold. Anthony is being his usual, brooding, calculating self. Benedict is just waiting for all of Anthony's plans to get derailed by the sissster! And probably the most quoted line from the trailer is in here and I love it. I am, of course, talking about Anthony's desire to go about choosing a bride with his head and not his dick heart.

I don't know if the cloth over the face was an intentional nod to Anthony's sideburns from last season, but if it was, kudos to the production team for thinking of that.

9- Door to the Face

I a-door Kate telling off Anthony and then shutting the doors to the drawing room in his face. She is the gatekeeper and she'll do whatever it takes to keep Anthony away from Edwina.

8- Hug-blocked

Oh, Penelope. You sure have some awkward moments, don't you. First, you slightly horrified your best friend when you said "...someone like--Colin!" Then you almost forgot yourself in the excitement of Colin being home and went to hug him before the other Bridgertons cut you off. At least it gave her a moment to remember herself and luckily for her, no one else seems to notice what she almost did.

While I would like the montage for season 3's first episode to be Colin getting increasingly confused/stressed out/sad because Penelope is ignoring him, I think it might actually end up being more of this awkward cutie trying and failing at the marriage mart.

7- "You think too much about it." "And you too little."

Kate and Anthony's argument over which horse will be the victor gives me life. And they're so absorbed in each other that Edwina's and Dorset's attempts to try and break up their debate get drowned out. And the two of them just absolutely losing it while watching the race is amazing. And I love the look on Anthony's face when Kate starts whistling. He's bewildered. He's in awe. He's horny as hell.

How did nobody else notice that these two were perfect for each other based off of this interaction???

6- The Fencing Scene

I would hereby like to petition the showrunners to please let us see the flowy white shirts the men are wearing more often. Anyway, on to the scene. Anthony is having a temper tantrum ranting to his brothers about Kate. If this is Anthony trying to hide how much he likes Kate, then he is going to be absolutely sickening in season 3 when he doesn't have to hide it anymore. I'm amazed that the brothers aren't picking up on it. Colin, you're forgiven since you've only just returned to the country, but Benedict, you haven't taken any drugs yet at this point in the show. You should have been able to read between the lines.

And did I mention: give us more of the flowy white Regency men's shirts.

5- Trojan Horse

Showing up at Lady Danbury's house with Nectar showed that a) Anthony really knew nothing about Edwina and b) he accidentally got the perfect gift for Kate. If only he wasn't so stupid. But his stupidity leads to some great lines this season so I'll take it.

Seriously, this is the 19th-century equivalent of getting someone a Ferrari, why would you do this, Anthony?

4- Pouty Anthony

Anthony pouting over being excluded from the invitation to Lady Danbury's. That's it. That's all I have to say.

3- Edwina Bonding With Penelope

Let's be real, Penelope's hair and outfits improve this season...but not until episode 3. Edwina is kinder than I am because she is very nice to Penelope about her dress and even makes her smile. I would not be able to say one nice thing about that outfit without lying through my teeth. Obviously, Penelope had other motivations when she spoke with Edwina, and she needed to be among the suspects for the Queen for plot reasons, but Edwina made Penelope feel good about herself for a minute there. I wish this friendship had been explored a little more this season, but alas.

2- "You are Pen...you do not count."

The only reason this is on my list is because I'm hoping this moment to come back and bite Colin in the ass in season 3. I like to imagine that when he starts to come to his senses, he'll remember this moment as he's about to drift off to sleep, cringe, and then lie awake for hours wondering what the hell is wrong with him.

1- Lady Danbury's Warning

Yes, Lady Danbury dropped the ball this season by not picking up on the attraction between Kate and Anthony sooner and also not denouncing Anthony courting Edwina. When Kate insists that she doesn't care what anybody thinks of her and she'll be more than happy to live the rest of her life alone in India, Lady Danbury calls her out on this. It's obvious to us and Danbury that Kate does care what people think of her (read: Anthony) and that she would be devastated at leaving her family behind and probably never seeing them again.

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #kathony #kanthony

[starrysnowdrop]

2022 -> 2023 Thoughts

Firstly, I want to thank each and every one of you for sending me the wholesome stuff and the G’raha and Aymeric goodies last night. I had a bad time already due to shark week, but then my mental health got worse as the day went on, and I seriously needed the serotonin shots, so THANK YOU ALL!!! 🫂

This leads me into my next point. I’m so incredibly thankful to all of you for being here, whether we are mutuals for years now or you are new to Tumblr, I’m so happy that you are here with me. The FFXIV community as whole, but especially here on Tumblr, always brightens my day. When I see your content come across my dash, or when I see your likes, comments, and reblog tags on my writing and gposes, it never seizes to make me smile.

And I’m reminded every day of why I make FFXIV content. I love this game, the dev team, and the amazing community that has formed around it all. I’ve never been happier in a fandom, and I’m so excited for many more years of the FFXIV story to come.

Next, I wanted to talk about what all happened in 2022. Personally, my son has had more access to his therapy, and he’s doing so well and loves his therapist so much, so that has been a blessing. Then my whole family went on a two week vacation to Disney World, and it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever been on. My favorite parts were seeing how happy my son was when he went on the boat rides and when he hugged Pluto, which was a surprise for all of us that he had wanted to do so. So personally, 2022 was good for us overall. I’m still struggling with my mental health every now and then, as I had last night, but hopefully I’ll be able to work on that moving forward this year.

On the fandom side of things, I’m really proud of myself for my work in 2022, and I hope to continue with this in 2023. I have learned that I need to focus on creating the content that I want to create, what brings me joy, not what I think others are expecting of me. I am learning to not feel guilty when I don’t have much inspiration for something I want to do and my inspiration goes in a completely different direction instead. It’s also okay to just wait and see what the next patch content brings and see how I’ll incorporate it all then, instead of fretting over the MSQ and praying that it doesn’t derail my OCs’ canonverse stories.

2022 brought about a ton of development for Yume, with the added hair color change due to the light corruption in the First, then she got married to G’raha and soon after the newlyweds are already expecting their first (and only) child, Hikari! I’m excited for what patch 6.3 will bring for Yume and G’raha.

Last year also marked the creation of Hali, who started out as a minor character who was supposed to be G’raha’s long lost sister, but I wasn’t feeling her in that role, so I was inspired to fantasia her into the pink lalafell thirsting for the Lord Commander that you all now know. I must say that I’ve fallen so hard for Hali and I’m so damn happy with her and Aymeric’s story and I’m looking forward to what is to come.

Lastly, my New Years Resolutions have been narrowed down to two: 1) To be the best mother that I can be, to make sure that my son is happy and thriving well, to do what’s right for my son no matter what and 2) To focus on writing what is important to me, and not worry about what others may think of it.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a happy new year!!! 💖

#ooc #happy new year #new years resolutions

[coneygoil]

3 movies that get tons of hate, but are my favorites

Pocahontas 2

Y'all, I know all the reasons why this movie is hated on. From the straight-to-video sequel to the controversy about the real Pocahontas to the Pocahontas/John Smith shippers enraged. This movie has a lot against it, but from the first time I saw it back in the 90's, I absolutely adored this movie! Pocahontas was my 2nd fave princess at the time. This movie gave her more depth and honestly think she was even more courageous with having to travel to a different world and trust John Roth and go before the King even though he could easily sentence her to death. The scene where she confronts the king and he asks, "Why do you come here when so many speak against you and you could lose your life?" and she replies, "because I speak the truth." The song "Where do I go from here?" helped me get through one of the worse depressions I ever had. The animation is actually pretty good for a disney toons movie. The new characters were likable. I will love this movie even when no one else ever will <3

Super Mario Bro. (1993)

My 11 year old self was so excited for this movie when it came out. I saw it twice at the theater! The story has nothing to do with the video game and it's one of the weirdest plots and atmospheres ever created. But if you really hash out the story and see the creativity in the set designs and costuming, it's actually a pretty good movie! Weird, but good. The casting was perfect to me. I'll always love this version.

Rise of Skywalker

HEAR ME OUT. I spent many years avoiding the SW sequel trilogy. I finally gave in and watched "The Force Awakens" earlier this year and enjoyed so much that I kept watching it lol. I did not share the same love for "The Last Jedi" (and if you liked that one, that's cool...I just didnt). I'd heard so much hate for "Rise of Skywalker" and was going into thinking it was going to awful. But, it wasn't. I know the Emperor returning and the Sith plot was retconned in bc the plot derailed in the 2nd movie, but despite that, it was a fun adventure movie with Rey, Finn, Poe, Chewie, and the droids on a quest. It got emotional with Leia dying then Han makes an appearance and so many cameos happen. I seriously LOVE this movie. It hurts my heart that there's a huge amount of hate or meh attitude toward. But I guess someone has to love the hated movies. I happily volunteer for this one!

#how do I even tag this? #pocahontas 2 #Rise of Skywalker #just felt like sharing my love for these movies #flashing gif #tw flashing #Super Mario Bro 1993

[mystradeholidaycollection]

Mystrade Holiday Collection Update!

We have seven new fics added to the collection and an update on a posted fic.

Nothing but you by @mimisempai

What is mistletoe if not the pretext to kiss even more? Greg intends to take advantage of it.

Christmas Bells are Jingling by @eventhorizon451

Chief Elf, Mycroft Holmes, takes his inspection tours of the various North Pole workshops very seriously, as Santa looks to him to ensure the quality of toys is top notch and the work schedule brings them to Christmas Eve fully ready to fulfill the yearly delivery to children worldwide. Today's visit to the Jingle Bell division, supervised by his friend from elf training, Greg Lestrade, goes slightly... not according to plan...

“Oh, how convenient, some mistletoe.” by @lavenderandvanilla

Mycroft finds he has a hankering for only something Greg can give him.

Sherlock’s secret mistletoe by @acrushedrosestillwins

Based on the prompt "Oh, how convenient, some mistletoe" Greg and Mycroft's plans is a little derailed due to medical emergency bit it's all fine. Greg doesn't care where he spends Christmas as long as it is with Mycroft.

Oh, how convenient, some mistletoe. by Ixyons

Mystrade Monday #16 “Oh, how convenient, some mistletoe.”

Blessings and Miracles by @starkraivennemad

Had anyone asked Greg - after a decade of knowing the man, the last six months of which being married to him – he would say there was absolutely little Mycroft could do to surprise him.

Absolutely little is not absolutely nothing.

There Is, In Fact, Mistletoe by her_ladyships_soap

Mycroft’s lips twisted before he caved in and huffed a soft laugh. “You are incorrect about your assessment of the worst-case scenario,” he said seriously. “The worst that may occur is my social ineptitude upsets your beloved sister to a degree that she sets fire to the house and triggers a gas explosion, which then—”

“The shortbread’s worth it,” Greg interrupted, waving a mock-serious finger at Mycroft. “It’s worth nuclear war.”

—

Mycroft is terrified to be Greg's date to the annual Lestrade Christmas party. Humans are not his speciality; children even less so. But, with a little help from Greg, football, and good old Father Christmas, this holiday is sure to be a beautiful one.

Letters Life by @copgirl1964 is now complete!

#mystrade holiday collection 2022 #mystrade holiday fics #where every wish comes true