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callsign-dexter · 1 year ago

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Halloween

Summary: It's Halloween and Little Y/N has the perfect costume she just needs some help from her favorite Grandpa RIO and her favorite Grandma.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw x Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Y/N is 6 years old. Kind of late for Halloween but here it is!

Our Little Girl

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Halloween. One of the most fun times for kids and one hellacious time for parents having to deal with their kids hyped up on candy. This is the first Halloween that Y/N will be able to remember and she will be able to walk up to the doors and grab candy on her own. Now she just needed the perfect costume and who better to ask than her RIO grandpa and grandma especially if she wanted it to be a surprise for parents.

Everyone at school was discussing on what they were going to be but Little Y/N had no idea what she was gonna be. Halloween was super close, like Thursday and today was Tuesday. Nothing what the other students were going as interested her. What she really wanted to do was go as her fathers but she didn't know where to start until she got this brilliant idea of asking someone that knew how to be an aviator and dress like one. She wanted it to be a surprise to everyone. It was the end of the school day and Bradley and Jake had asked Carole and Goose to pick up their little girl due to them having to some work on paperwork and have a late night training. Goose and Carole were in the pickup line at her school, when it came to her turn Carole got out and helped her into her car seat. "Hey, Chick! Have a good day?" Goose asked and she nodded and this made the grandparents frown.

"You ok, Honey?" Carole asked looking back at her while Goose drove.

"Everyone has a costume but me." She said and that caused them to both frown again.

"Do you know what you want to go as?" Goose asked he knew that Bradley and Jake had been asking her but they weren't getting anywhere.

"Yea." She said in a quiet voice and they made them smile.

"Well, what is it, Chick?" Goose asked

"I wanna go like Daddy and Papa." She said and looked up with bright eyes and a smile and that made them smile.

"Do you want help?" Carole asked as she turned around back to the front.

"Uh huh. I want it to be a secret." Y/N said and amazement and they both chuckled as Goose pulled up at their house. Goose and Carole got out and Goose got Y/N out "I wanna be like them when I grow up!" She said excitedly and he smiled she really did love her daddies. They walked into the house where Carole was already getting out her sewing material and Goose looked at her.

"Whatcha doing there?" Goose asked

"Well, I have decided to make her costume instead of buying it. Lord knows I've seen enough of them and know the material." She said with a chuckle as Goose put Y/N down. "Ok, Honey. Come here and let me measure you." Carole said and Y/N happily skipped over to her and she began measuring her. Once she got everything down she looked up to her husband. "I'm going to do the craft store and to get the material. You're good with her?" She asked and Goose laughed and picked her up and spun her around pulling a squeal out of her.

"Of course I got Chick." Goose said as he stopped spinning her and looked at his wife. Carole smiled and off to the store she went. "Well, Chick how about we get you started on your homework and supper?" He asked and she looked up at him.

"Ok!" She said and so they began their activities, while Goose cooked he helped her with her homework. An hour later, 4:30 PM, Carole was coming back in with bags which Goose quickly took and helped her with.

"Dinner is reader and homework is done." Goose said and Y/N nodded and went to hugged her grandma.

"Awesome! We'll eat and then get started on this costume. I'll just need you to get The Daggers' squad patch." She said and they nodded and began plating and then eating.

"You got it, Dear." Goose said. After dinner plates and the kitchen was cleaned and everyone headed to the living room. A movie was put on and Carole got to work on putting Y/N's costume together. Every now and then she would call her over and make sure it was fitting right and then she would send her back over to Goose. She had most of it done but got a text from Jake at 8:00 PM.

Jake: Finally done. We'll be there to pick her up in 30 minutes.

She was about to reply when she heard snoring one loud and one so quiet that it may not be considered snoring. She looked up and smiled and quickly snapped a picture. She opened the text and attached the picture.

Carole: Take your time. We have it handled.

Carole quickly put away the almost finished costume and waited for the boys to arrive by tidying up the place. She heard The Bronco pull up and smiled she heard them open the door and they walked in she greeted them and led them to the living room. Goose had been awake but Y/N was fast asleep. He carefully stood up and gently handed her off to Bradley. Sensing that she was in one of her fathers' arms she snuggled closer into him and buried her head into his neck. "She wasn't too much trouble was she?" Jake asked and Carole shook her head.

"Not at all. She did tell us what she wanted to be for Halloween." She smirked knowing that she wasn't allowed to tell them and that surprised them.

"What is it?" Bradley asked

"We can't tell you." Goose said and they groaned "Hey, it's your guys' daughter's wishes." He added with sass and they huffed but respected her wishes. As they were walking out she handed Jake her backpack and then some to-go containers. As Goose and Y/N napped she had put some food into to-go containers since they probably hadn't eaten since lunch. They thanked her profusely and then they were on their way. Bradley carefully loaded her into her car seat and then they were on their way.

When they got home Bradley parked in the garage next to Jake's truck and he got Y/N out and headed inside letting Jake get everything else. Bradley changed her into her pajamas and tucked her into bed. He went downstairs and where he found Jake heating up the food for the both of them. "I swear they have some sort of magic when it comes to getting her asleep." Bradley said to Jake and he nodded.

"She didn't wake up when you put her to bed?" He asked and Bradley shook his head.

"Not even a peep when I changed her into her pajamas." Bradley said and Jake huffed.

"We need to find out their secrets." He said and Bradley laughed taking a bite of food. When they finished they cleared the dishes and watched some TV cuddled into each other and then headed to bed.

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The next day when Goose went to work he stopped by Maverick's office and Ice was there. He walked in without knocking luckily they weren't doing anything was meant for the bedroom. "Hey, Goose! What's up?" Maverick asked coming over to hug his RIO and best friend and Ice doing the same thing.

"You can't tell Bradley and Jake this, well any of The Daggers really." Goose said looking at them and they were looking at him with an unreadable expression. "Anyways, Chick wants to be like her daddies aka Naval Aviator. Carole wants me to get The Daggers' squad patch. I know we have some lying around here." Goose said and they smiled.

"She is going to be so adorable!" Maverick said walking over to his desk and opening the desk drawer. He pulled out a patch and handed it to him. That was the last piece Carole needed for the costume.

"Do I even want to know how or why you have so many?" Ice asked and Maverick looked up at him.

"No." He said and Ice nodded.

"Noted." He said

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Thursday rolled around and Y/N was excited. So excited that it made her parent's smile at how happy she was since she had been so down leading up to Halloween. "Sweets, are you gonna tell us what you're gonna be?" Jake asked as he and Bradley picked her up from school and she looked up and smirked, Jake's smirk.

"Nu-uh." She said and Bradley chuckled.

"Fine." Jake said "Bob, Judy, and Mason are going to be over to go trick-or-treating with us and then the rest of The Daggers will be over for a get together." Jake said more so to Bradley.

"Mason is gonna be there?" Y/N asked with doe eyes, Jake and Bradley smiled she really did love that boy and they just knew they would end up together when they got older.

"That's right, Honey." Bradley said and she squealed. "I hear he is going to be going as a cowboy." He added.

"He's going to be an awesome one." Jake said as he pulled up into their garage and parked and turned off the truck. As they were getting out of the truck Carole and Goose rolled up behind them. Once Jake got her out of her car seat she was running to Carole and then tugging her inside not giving her a chance to say hello to the boys.

"Hey boys." Goose said

"Hey, Dad." Bradley said as the same time as Jake said "Hey, Goose." and they hugged each other and walked inside. When they got in neither Carole nor Y/N were in sight but they heard giggling. While they got ready Ice, Maverick, and Slider showed up then it was Bob, Judy, and Mason. Closer to the time to start walking around and handing out candy the rest of The Daggers showed up. Neither Carole nor Y/N had made an apperance.

"Where is Carole and Sunshine?" Ice asked taking a sip of his drink that he had gotten.

"Y/N dragged her in here and they haven't been seen since. They're upstairs from the sound of chuckling." Bradley said and just about that time Carole came downstairs.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to present you the newest Dagger member. Lieutenant Y/N 'Chick' Bradshaw-Seresin." She said proudly as Y/N came down the stairs decked out in her handcrafted flight suit and combat boots and she was smiling proudly. Her hair was French braided and then pulled into a bun. She even had the signature black t-shirt on. She had the all the patches and they were in the right places and she even had a patch that had 'Y/N Bradshaw-Sersin' and underneath it 'Chick'. Chick had become her unofficial callsign since everyone loved it and yes even Jake.

"Sweets, you look amazing!" Jake said coming to pick her up and she smiled.

"I wanted to be like you and Daddy." She said and everyone teared up.

"You're missing one thing, Chick." Goose said and pulled out a pair of aviators that would fit her. He walked over and put them on her. "There. Now you're ready." He said and she smiled a beaming smile. Jake put her down and pictures were taken and then she spotted Mason and they hugged each other and everyone got pictures of them together.

It was getting dusk out and so everyone headed outside and sat around in the driveway. The weeks leading up to Halloween Jake and Bradley had decorated everything since it was one of their favorite holidays. "Ok, Sweets. Who do you want to take you around?" Jake asked. she stood there and popped that hip out.

"Both of you." She said and they laughed and nodded they had yet to change so they actually matched her and she loved it. So the three of them and Bob and Mason headed out to get some candy. The fathers' watched their kids be fearless and go up together to houses. Once they had gotten to all the houses it was time to go home. Both kids were a head of them and talking excitedly with each other and were close together. Many people commented on their outfits and they awed over them. When they got home Goose smiled.

"How was it?" He asked them.

"It was so fun!" Y/N said bounding over to him and showed him all the candy she had gotten.

"That's so cool!" He said and she nodded. Once it was nearing the end of the night and no more kids were coming by they headed inside and out into the back where a bonfire was lit and chair were pulled around it. The adults talked and watched their kids run around.

"Thank you, Mom for putting her costume together." Bradley said and she waved him off.

"It was nothing and I know how to make it due to seeing it all of my life married to your dad." She said and nudged Goose with a smile.

"You did amazing. All the detail is amazing." Nat said and everyone nodded in agreement. Just then both kids ran to their parents Mason went to Judy and snuggled into her and Y/N went to Bradley and snuggled into him. Both of them were out like a light in the matter of minutes, since it was 10 PM at night and the sugar rush had ran out.

"Well, it looks like we better get going." Bob said and Judy nodded. They bid them a goodnight and Bradley helped them out. When Bradley came back Maverick was tending to the fire.

"I'm gonna put her to bed." Jake said and kissed the side of her head and Bradley did the same. Jake took off her shoes and changed her out of her costume and into her pajamas and hung the costume up he smiled while doing so. "She's going to make one hell of an aviator." He said to himself and then kissed her one more time and left her room and went down to their guests.

Everyone started to trickle out when 11 PM hit and before Bradley and Jake knew it they were by themselves. They stood in the kitchen and looking at the candy bag on the counter. "She wouldn't know if a few pieces were missing would she?" Jake asked and looked at Bradley.

"Jake. She's the daughter of two Naval Aviators. She's gonna notice." Bradley said

"But she's 6." He said already digging through the candy.

"Yes but also very observant." Bradley said wanting some too. "Fine but only a few." He said and Jake nodded.

"That sounds like a plan. We take what she doesn't like." Jake said and they agreed on that and dumped the candy into a bowl that Bradley was fished out while they were talking. True to their word they ate what she wouldn't like and left the rest. Although they did feel guilty for taking candy from their kid but they would deal with that later.

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athena-writes-i-guess · 2 years ago

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Scare Zone

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (reader is referred to as a girl a few times)

Summary: Eddie finds a flier for the first ever Hawkins Scare Zone and asks you to go with him.

Word count: 2824

Warning: established relationship, pet names, scare zone/haunted house descriptions, fake blood and weapons mentioned, clowns, fluff, very very light hurt/comfort.

A/N: Hello! This is my Halloween special! This is a little special in the same world and storyline as my series, Mixtape. You do not have to have read it to read this, this is a one-shot but the same reader from that is in this! I went to a bunch of scare zones when I was on vacation and I thought it would be fun to write about going to one with Eddie! I really hope you like this!

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“Babe!” Eddie called out as he hopped out of his van, slamming the door shut before bounding up to you as you sat on his porch waiting for him. “Sorry I’m late, pretty girl.” He said before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“It’s okay Eds, I got some reading done while I waited.” You smiled up at him as you took the hand he presented.

“Whatcha reading this time?” He asked as he helped you stand up and led you to the side door of his trailer.

“Dracula.” You laughed as you followed him through the now unlocked door and into his bedroom. “It felt seasonally appropriate.” You smiled brightly up at him as you plopped yourself down on his bed.

“It definitely is.” He smiled. “You’ll have to tell me how you like it, I read it a couple years ago.” He said, digging for something in his back pocket as he stood in front of you. He pulled out a folded neon orange paper and started unfolding it, a goofy grin on his face. “I saw this flier at the record shop, I thought we could go.”

He handed the paper to you and printed in black ink it read “Hawkins Scare Zone: Every Friday and Saturday in October”.

“Scare Zone?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend with a quirked brow.

“Yeah! It’s their first time doing one of these. I think it’s where they have actors come out and scare you. I bet it’s gonna be lame cause its Hawkins. But I bet we can make it fun.” He said eagerly, nodding his head in encouragement.

You bit your lip in faux contemplation before shooting him a bright smile, “You’ll hold my hand the whole way right?” You asked.

Eddie beamed, “Of course! Gotta keep my baby safe.” He teased lightly. He took your hands in his and squeezed them lightly.

“Want to go to the one tonight?” You asked as you reciprocated the gesture.

Eddie nodded his head enthusiastically, “Oh yeah. We can get some burgers at the diner before and head over.”

So that’s what you did, and how you now found yourself standing in a long line of mostly older teens and young adults at the Hawkins fairgrounds. You were clutching your ticket tightly in one hand while the other was clinging to Eddie’s. He turned his head to you and took in the anxious expression you were trying to hide.

“Remember, they’re just actors babe. Nothing to worry about.” He whispered as he leaned in to leave a kiss to your cheek.

“I know, my friends tried to get me to go to one back in California. But I always made an excuse not to go. Our cat seems to get sick a lot around Halloween.” You chuckled with a somewhat bashful smile.

Eddie laughed as he let go of your hand to snake his arm around your waist, pulling you flush into his side as his other hand grasped the one of yours that he had just released. “Who knew that badass who went up against those demobats was such a little scaredy cat.” He teasingly whispered in your ear.

You smirked at that, “I’ll have you know I was terrified the entire time, I almost pissed myself when they started swarming.” You joked, Eddie threw his head back as he laughed and squeezed your side as the line started moving into the event.

The two of you followed the crowd as it grouped around some of the employees as they explained the rules of the event. You were currently in the main event area where there were concessions and some carnival games. Eddie pulled you over to one, the balloon popping dart game, and laid down the $2 fee to play.

He shot you a knowing wink before throwing dart after dart and hitting a balloon each time. Impressing you, and the employee working the counter. “Well, you win. Which one do you want?” He asked, pointing to the wall of stuffed animals.

Your boyfriend turned to you, “Which one dolly?” He asked with a proud smile on his face. You beamed and pointed to a stuffed jack o'lantern. “One pumpkin for the lady please.” He said to the employee who just rolled his eyes as he grabbed one of the stuffed pumpkins off the wall and then handed it to Eddie who then gave it to you.

“Thank you Eddie! Who knew you were so good at darts!” You exclaimed as you hugged the Jack O'Lantern briefly before Eddie resumed his previous hold on you, one arm wrapped around your waist as the other held your free hand.

“I’m full of surprises, sweet thing. Let’s go to the scares now though.” He said with a large smile.

Eddie led you through an archway that brought you into the scare zone that you would have to walk through to get to the haunted houses. You could already hear the distant sounds of chainsaws and manic laughter through the fog in front of you.

You squeezed the metalheads hand tightly as he pulled you forward. “I got you sweetheart.” Eddie encouraged as you walked into the foggy darkness. You heard the screaming of couples in front of you as you moved, causing the hair to stand up on your body as the anticipation got to you.

Suddenly a man covered in blood ran out of the darkness from your left wielding a large chainsaw as he laughed maniacally. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t stop the scream from escaping from your throat as you jumped and turned into Eddie as he laughed and he led you away from the actor.

“Keep your girl close.” You heard the man yell out in a gravely voice from behind you as you moved.

“Oh I definitely will.” Eddie called back, completely unphased.

You made it through the zone quickly with Eddie holding you tight to his side and now you found yourselves in the area where they held the entrances to the 3 houses they had. You looked at each of the signs: Simon’s Slaughterhouse, Phantom Lake, and Twisted Carnival.

“Which should we do first?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend as he thought. “The Carnival?”

“Definitely the slaughterhouse one.” Eddie said quickly, pulling you towards the house entrance.

The line for this one wasn’t as long as some of the others and you got into the area quickly. You walked in and you were greeted with the interior of a disheveled house. You walked through the blood-stained living room as an actor dressed as a knitting grandma sat in a rocking chair and told you how delicious you would taste once her son got to you.

“Hey, only I get to taste my girlfriend!” Eddie exclaimed, receiving an “Eddie!” as you flushed and pulled him into the next room. He laughed as he followed you, taking in the decorations around him as you walked through the numerous rooms.

You were walking down a particularly dark hallway and couldn’t feel where Eddie was anymore as he had dropped your hand. “Eddie?” You said quietly, there was no response. You tried to look around but you couldn't see anything as you squeezed your new stuffed animal tightly. Where had he gone?

Your nerves were starting to rise when all of a sudden you felt someone land behind you and grab both of your sides with a loud “Boo!” Causing you to scream and jerk forward into the next room.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart! It’s just me!” Eddie called after you as he followed you quickly. He grabbed your hand as you fled and brought you back to him. “I’m sorry baby. I thought it would be funny.” He chuckled softly as he pulled you flush with him again and kept walking you through the maze.

“It wasn’t Eddie! You scared the shit outta me!” You exclaimed as you were led through the blood stained room.

“That’s the whole point!” You heard the actor laugh at you as he pretended to saw a body in half.

“Sorry pretty girl.” Eddie laughed lightly as he brought you into the next room.

There were fake body parts hanging from the ceiling as you walked through a freezer and you had to brush past as you walked through. A figure jumped out from behind a fake torso, “You’ll end up here too!” He yelled as he brandished a large knife in front of you, causing you to jump and hide in Eddie’s neck as he led you out laughing.

You exited the maze and were now out in the event area that led to the other houses. “You better not try that again, Munson.” You scolded as you pulled Eddie to the next house, Phantom Lake.

“Hold on, what the fuck didn’t you just say?” Eddie asked with his eyebrows furrowed and an amused grin on his face.

It was much later, you had gone through the other house which was camp themed with a serial killer chasing you throughout like Friday the 13th and now you were waiting in the line for the last house of the evening, Twisted Carnival.

“The song is a song about a dance song. It’s like making a song about the Electric Slide song but Halloween themed.” You explained as you played with the rings on his hand that you were holding.

“The Monster Mash?” Eddie quirked his head with a fond smile.

“Yeah! The lyrics are about a guy walking through his castle while a bunch of monsters do a dance called the Monster Mash. The song we are hearing is not the song they are dancing to. We are listening to a song about monsters dancing to a different song called the Monster Mash.” You laughed.

“Babe, you’re blowing my mind here.” Your boyfriend explained before he pulled you close to him to leave a wet kiss to your cheek as you walked through the entrance to the maze.

You practically preen into the affection before Eddie jumped away from you, startled, as a small woman dressed as a clown jumped in front of you with a loud scream while honking a horn. You screamed in response, scared yourself, but were shocked by the yelp that came from your boyfriend behind you.

“Babe keep moving!” You heard from him as he pushed you forward, clinging to you from behind.

His voice sounded shaky and nervous. Was Eddie Munson scared? The man who had seen and been through so much a few months ago in the Upsidedown was scared in a haunted house? A clown themed one at that? The same man who laughed and joked his way through all the other houses you went through tonight was now holding onto you tightly as you led the way through the circus themed maze.

You smiled fondly to yourself as you felt Eddie’s sweaty hands squeeze yours as you walked through a door and into a dimly lit mirror maze. You took in Eddie’s expression as you caught a glimpse in a mirror in front of you. His eyebrows were both furrowed and raised high in concern, his eyes were scanning the room frantically, wide and scared, and he seemed to be mumbling something under his breath as he walked. You listened closely over the carnival music they were playing through the house.

“Are you singing Sabbath lyrics under your breath?” You questioned him as you walked forward, spying the next clown as he showed up in one of the mirrors in front of you.

“It calms me down!” Eddie defended, his grip on your hand was incredibly tight as he followed you though. You laughed lightly at that as you wound your way to the entrance to the next room, past the smiling clown. Eddie jumped as the clown lunged for him with a manic laugh, his Sabbath lyrics coming out quickly now almost like a prayer of protection.

The metalhead groaned once you entered the next room, it was a full big top circus with bloody, knife wielding clowns wandering through. They were laughing and screaming at the other patrons as they moved in front of you, occasionally chasing a few as they ran into the next room.

A particularly tall clown bounded up to you two, he was in a bright white and rainbow polka dot outfit with large shoes, he wore a bright green wig that jutted out in all directions and he was splattered with fake blood. He ran up to you and Eddie, an unnerving high-pitched giggle coming out of him as he thundered forward.

“Babe! Move now!” Eddie practically shouted as he took the hand he was holding and pulled you along behind him as he ran into the next room with the clowns laughing as you passed.

You pulled on Eddie’s arm to bring him back to you as you entered the next room. It was much darker and decorated like a dressing room and thankfully it was currently clown free.

“Hey, pretty boy, slow down.” You cooed, pulling him into you and placing a protective arm around him as you walked slowly through. “It’s alright, they’re just actors, remember?” You told him, rubbing soothing circles into his back with the arm wrapped around him, you handed him your stuffed pumpkin before grabbing on of his hands, effectively copying the way he had held you earlier to calm you down.

“Right, right. Actors.” Eddie mumbled, eyes still wide as he scanned the room. You thankfully seemed to miss the actor in this room, a nice reprieve for the metalhead.

Thankfully for Eddie, the rest of the maze wasn’t as clown filled and he let you lead him out into the fresh October air. He followed you to a corner with minimal people, his head hung slightly as he stood next to you.

“Sorry about that.” He said softly, avoiding your eyes.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, confused, as he handed you the pumpkin back.

“It’s not really attractive to have to help your boyfriend through a fake haunted house.” He sighed, fidgeting with his rings.

“Hey. Eddie, baby, look at me!” You demanded, his large brown eyes landed on yours, full of concern. “We came here to get scared and you’ve been helping me through this whole event! Is it unattractive to you that I was scared through the houses?” You asked, receiving a very quick shake of his head. “Then why would it be unattractive to me? Just means I know what scares the scary Eddie Munson.” You joked, poking his chest playfully as you smiled up at him.

A small smile broke on his face, “Great. Now you’re gonna try to scare me aren’t you?” He asked.

You gasped in faux offense. “Me? Scare you on purpose? What kind of girlfriend do you think I am? Can you believe he would ask me that?” You questioned to your stuffed pumpkin. “Jack is just as offended as I am at your suggestion Edward.” You said, barely able to fight the grin wanting to pull at your lips.

“Wow, wiping out the government name.” He smiled, “I’m very sorry for suggesting it, sweetheart.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You said, holding up your stuffed friend to face Eddie, who rolled his eyes.

“And I’m sorry Jack.” He sighed, but he couldn’t fight the smile he had as you beamed back up at him. “Ready to go home babygirl? We can watch a movie.” He asked as he draped his arm around your shoulder and started leading you back to the entrance of the event.

“Yes please! But no scary movies tonight okay? I’m all out of scares.” You said as you snuggled into him. “Can we watch Pretty in Pink?” You asked brightly.

“You said no scary movies.” Eddie joked, planting a kiss in your hair as you laughed. “Yeah, I guess we can watch it again, sweet thing. Anything for you.”

“So, what’s with the clowns if you don’t mind me asking?” You wondered as you walked.

“What do you mean? Clowns are beings of nightmares.” He said seriously, smiling as you laughed loudly. “But really, it was from my childhood. Old man brought me to a circus one year. It didn’t go super well.” He said simply and you decided now was not the time to pry.

“Thank you for a great night Eddie. Happy Halloween.” You said happily, stopping outside his van once you got there. You leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his lips, something sweet and soft.

Eddie snaked his arms around your waist pulling you flush with him as he kissed you back hungrily. You pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face. “Not in front of Jack!” You teased, giggling as he rolled his eyes before he brought you back to him and found your lips again.

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reidsmemory · 4 years ago

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Movies

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: Grumpy Spence

Challenge: Day 8 - Movies

Quinn Speaks: This is hella late :/ Sorry for the hold up y’all!! My schedule got super busy bc I started peer tutoring this week as well as attending a school conference thingy! My Halloween writing challenge!!

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“The weather is too bad to head back tonight,” Hotch told the team as you all let out a collective groan. It was about 4:30 and you all had just wrapped up a case in a small Colorado town.

“We were suppose to start our marathon tonight,” your boyfriend tugged on your sleeve a bit as he talked in a hush tone. It was true, about a week before Halloween you and Spencer would take turns picking out spooky movies to watch.

“I know,” you whispered back, “maybe we can find something on the TV back at the hotel?” He grumbled a bit and placed his head onto your shoulder. You hadn’t seen him this upset about something since some guy had openly flirted with you at a bar before you two had gotten together.

You knew that you had to do something as pretty much everyone on the team had expected to go home and spend time with their loved ones or just relax in general.

“Lets head back to the hotel, yeah?” you said to the team as they nodded and walked over to the black SUVs and piled their bags in the trunks. You hopped in the passengers seat and Derek sat across from you in the drivers seat. Spencer grumbled something about you not wanting to sit next to him as he made his way into the backseat with Penelope.

Morgan started to drive and you pulled out your phone and started to look some things up.

“Whatcha doing there, Princess?” Derek asked as he saw your fingers rapidly typing on your phone.

“Oh nothing,” you spoke with a teasing grin as he chuckled a bit under his breath. Spencer shot you a look in the mirror of the car and you just winked as he grew more curious.

Morgan eventually pulled up to the little in you were staying at and he promptly pulled into a parking spot as Hotch, who was driving the other SUV, did the same. Everyone got out off the car and reluctantly went to go check in again and get room cards once again.

Spencer opened the door to your shared room and dropped his bags down on the floor and face planted into the bed. He groaned loudly and you went over to him and rubbed his back lightly.

“Don’t worry, Doc,” you spoke sweetly, “everything’s gonna work out, yeah?” He just whined at your words, but they were muffled by the mattress. “I gotta step out for a minute okay?”

He didn’t respond.

You let the man to sulk in your shared room as you closed the door and got on the phone with the restaurant. “Hi, yeah I’d like to set a reservation for eight.” You paused a bit as the man on the other end talked. “Y/N Y/L/N.” Another pause. “Yes that’s perfect, thank you so much.”

You sent a text to the group chat you all had saying, ‘be ready in 30!��

Stepping into the room, Spencer was now sitting up right and he looked at you with confusion evident on his face. “What are we doing in 30 minutes?”

“You’ll have to wait and find out, Doc,” you replied as he groaned and you let out a light laugh.

***

You opened the door to the restaurant. It was a small Japanese place that was family owned, in fact you had met the daughter on the case earlier this week. The team stepped into the place and were greeted as you talked for them, “table for Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Right this way,” she said as you all followed. Spencer grasped you hand and you smiled at him lightly. He of course returned the gesture, but you could tell he was still a bit upset.

She gestured for you all to take a seat at the table as the chef prepared to start cooking. It was one of those places with an open grill where they would make the food right in front of you and the team was big enough to get it’s own table.

You all looked at the menu and ordered as the chef in front of you started making some food. You kissed the back of Spencer’s hand sweetly as he blushed at your public display of affection.

“So what was with all the blankets and pillows in the back of the car?” JJ asked as she took a bite of the appetizer in front of her.

Everyone’s eyes were trained on you as you smiled. “Well the city is putting something together tonight and I figured we could go tonight if you all were up for it?” They all responded with nods or yes’ and you smiled.

“What are they doing?” Spencer asked you quietly.

“That is part of the surprise, babe,” you smiled as you spoke, “and no I will not tell you because we are dating.” Spencer closed his mouth and pouted a bit as you took the words right out of is mouth.

“Here you are,” the chef said as he gave Spencer his dish and Spencer thanked him. “And for the lady,” you smiled and repeated Spencer’s actions as he moved to give Emily her food.

Everyone ate for a bit and you all shared laughs and smiles. Derek even shared some of his high school stories which always earned wide smiles and aching stomachs from the laughs. JJ jumped in with occasional story about Will and Henry and Hotch did the same with Jack.

Penelope informed you all of the new TV she was binging and even wrote it down on your palm so you could watch it and report back to her. You and Penny had a tendency to share shows so you could gossip about them whenever you weren’t working.

Emily entertained you all with a story about her many times traveling the globe as you and Spencer glanced at each other, both silently agreeing to visit the place Emily talked so highly of.

Everyone’s plates were clear and you all paid for your own food; split bills made no sense in the opinion of the team. By the time you all had cleared out of the restaurant the sun was starting to set as orange and yellow hues filled the sky and a light chill was felt in the air as Spencer unconsciously pulled you under his arm as if it was second nature now.

“Alright, Princess,” Derek said as you climbed in the passengers seat next to him, “where to next?”

“I just put the location in the GPS,” you said glancing down at your phone, making sure the text with the address got delivered to JJ. He nodded at you words and pulled out of the parking lot and started to follow the directions that were spewed from the mouth of the car.

Street lamps up and down the little town as some people walked their dog or ran on the side walk with their ear buds in and surely playing some type of motivational music. Slowly more and more parked cars came into view and Derek whistled from besides you.

“Full house,” he stated as you nodded. Looking to Spencer who was trying to catch a glimpse of what everyone had gathered for.

Derek managed to find a spot and so did Hotch as he parked right across from you. Grabbing the blankets and pillows from the back as well as slipping your hand into Spencer’s. “Can you tell me now?” he asked.

“Just a few more steps and you’ll see for yourself.” As the team followed your steps thy soon saw what you had come for. A big blow up screen was set up as well as vendors for popcorn and candies.

The title card of ‘Coraline’ was on the screen and you saw Spencer’s eye light up as he soon turned to you and placed a kiss on your lips. You gladly indulged in the mans actions and could here Penny and Derek making a commotion as you did so.

He pulled away with a sheepish smile as he never really was one for PDA. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Yeah, yeah,” you murmured back as his smile grew into a wide, lopsided grin at your words. “Come on,” you said as you pulled him as you both jogged a bit to catch up with the team.

Kids were laughing and playing around you as parent watched with careful eyes and full hearts. Spotting some of the officers from the town, you all waved as they did the same back. Laying the blankets down on the grass, you all seemed to have a different idea of how to enjoy the night.

Garcia and Emily going to buy some snacks from the vendors despite the filling dinner they had not even a half and hour ago. Hotch, JJ, and Morgan pulling out their phones to facetime their families and tell them to tune into the same movie their were about watch so it would seem as if they were watching it together. Rossi striking up conversation with people around you as well as wondering around to talk to the officers.

Spencer opened his arms as the both of you laid down on the grass. You kissed him softly as his lips soon moved against yours. After a few pecks you broke apart and cuddled up next to him.

“You’re seriously the best girlfriend ever,” he said in hushed tone.

“I know,” you said with a grin as he laughed a bit. “I hope this make up for missing-”

“This more than makes up for it,” he cut you off, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more, Doc.”

***

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spideyskrunkly · 3 years ago

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Criminal Case Fanfic

Characters: Nathan Pandit, Alex Turner, Grace Delaney, some homophobic asshole, then there's Jones and Ray in the near end

Warnings: Swearing, homophobia (ew), headcanons, someone starts crying, inappropriate comments, slight violence in the near end

Something was bugging him. Apparently right now before anyone else could know. Even Alex and Grace have been noticing, but it was hard for him to say something. He knew he needed to be strong. He's in the GPD after all.

Giving Nathan screentime ✨

It was a normal day before it was hell.

Nathan was just studying a few things about reptiles. How they're cold blooded, have some studies underwater, etc, etc.

"Ah, Pandit. Reading as usual, I see."

Nathan turned to the other side of the room only to find another officer by the name of Steve Frincly which was on their badge. And who was also an asshole.

"Frincly, I don't have time for your games. Go bother Jones or Ramirez or something else. I'm kinda caught up in something."

"Whatcha reading? Nerd stuff?"

Frincley then walked to Nathan's desk and sat down in a chair.

"Sure, consider it however."

"Yeah, this seems like a whole waste of time. You just love reptiles too much huh? You're even wearing some reptile on ya, Pandit!"

"I have no idea what you're on about."

Frincley then had the nastiest grin on his face.

"Don't think I don't know, buddy."

"I don't know what you know."

Frincley got up and headed for the door.

"Consider yourself alive and lucky that I can't do anything about it, N[×]."

And the door closed.

All that remained in the room was a Nathan with a traumatized look on his face. Never had he heard that name in 10 years.

And neither did he want to.

☆

"Alex, come here for a sec?"

Grace can only whisper to Alex in the moment to wheel his chair to Grace's side of the lab.

"Have you ever noticed anything about... Nathan lately?"

"What do ya mean?"

"Lately, he's been more quiet than usual. And he happens to seem a little sad. I think something's bugging him."

"Isn't he always quiet though?" There was no joking around or being silly. Alex showed a little concern as well.

"Yeah, but not to this point where he just officially shuts off. He'd at least say something or help us out when we're doing results or whatever."

"Then maybe there is something wrong."

All the two could do was hope that there wasn't anything wrong with him. They started to think of ideas of how to help Nathan.

"Maybe we could invite him somewhere?"

"Alex, don't be silly."

"I'm not! He could use a distraction with how much he looks so stressed."

"I guess so, but then the chief rarely gives us breaks..."

"Maybe I can talk to Cathy and she might be able to talk to him so that he could let us vacay!"

"Or maybe not. I think a holiday is coming up."

"Halloween?"

"No, a Monday holiday."

"Damnit, I was gonna say we can do a costume trick or treating."

"Maybe we'll bring the whole team on Halloween. But right now, Nathan could use some comfort."

Grace then sat up from her desk with Alex following behind to Nathan's office.

Nathan was still upset about the name and was in his office and had been blocking off people unless it's work related.

With the door locked, all they could do is knock and talk to the other side of the door.

"Nathan, buddy? It's Grace and I have Alex here. You think we can have a minute with you?"

... no answer.

"Nathan, it's kinda been a while. We know you're in there, too, your light is on. You ain't that slick."

... still no answer.

"We were wondering if you wanted to hangout us next Monday. We could maybe go grab something to eat then."

"Yeah, I heard there's this one cafe that give the best BLT's."

... no answer, but the door seems to have made a noise.

Grace tested to see if and was stated correct when the door unlocked.

Alex peeked behind her to see if Nathan was there.

"You good, dude?"

All Nathan could do was look up to see if they had anything else to say. His eyes looked red from crying so much.

"... Do I look good?"

"What happened?? You've been completely quiet all week. Alex and I have been noticing."

"Aren't I always quiet?"

"That's what I thought too, but then Grace pointed out that you can be more chill than this quiet."

"... It's just been a really rough week."

"Whatever it is, Nathan, you can tell us."

"I don't think it would matter."

"If it didn't matter, you wouldn't be like this."

"Grace, maybe we should give him some time."

"A week had been enough time. Nathan, what's bugging you."

"Nothing."

"Was it Frincley-"

"I AM NOT A GIRL!"

...

"Well I didn't ask if you were a girl."

"I'm not. For fucks sake."

Okay, something was wrong because Nathan barely swears.

...

"Yes, fine it was him. He called me a name."

Alex looked confused, then offended. "Was it the n word?"

"No, Alex. It was... my different name."

"Well, what was it?"

"... My birth name?"

"Which is Nathan?" Grace can't help but be confused as well.

"It wasn't Nathan before."

Oh.

OH.

"Oohhhhhhhh."

"Now don't make a big deal or insult me."

"Nathan, why would we insult you?"

"Because over the years of me aging, I have been insulted for it."

"Well, they suck big, Donkey Kong cocks for it."

Grace elbowed Alex.

"What?! They do!"

"Not. The time."

Then she turns to Nathan. "But Alex has a point; even if it's... inappropriate. You shouldn't have to feel like this, you're a human being too."

"I guess, but I just didn't want to hear that name again."

"Then I'll talk to Frincley to not say it."

"Don't do anything rash."

"No promises." Then Grace bolts out of the room.

"Oh no." Alex can't help but giggle.

"Grace!"

♤

"Frincley!"

Frincley looked to see the woman walking towards him with one of her heels in her hand.

"Oh what? Now we're walking barefoot in here, I guess. I knew you were like a dog, but I didn't think you beh-"

Before he could finish, she bitched slapped him to the floor with the heel. It was so bad, he had a mark.

The coroner and the technician weren't far behind.

"Grace, no, it's okay! Just leave him, I don't want you getting fired!"

"CUT HIS DICK OFF, GRACE! FUCK YEAH!"

Frincley looked up in shock. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

While putting her heel back on, Grace gave him the ugliest glare.

"Stay mad."

"For what?! Telling your coroner the truth?! About how she-"

👠🍆

"AGGGHHHH FUCK"

"GRACE STOP THAT! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Nathan got a hold of Grace to keep her off, but she wasn't backing down. "CAN SOMEONE HELP ME!?"

"BREAK HIS DICK! That's what he gets for misgendering people! 😜"

Two officers which was the night patroller and the inspector who happened to be in the building rushed to the room.

"LET ME GO! HE NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON!" Grace struggled in Ramirez, Nathan and Jones's grasp.

"As much as it was satisfying to see Frincley in pain, what the fuck is going on?!" All Jones could do was inspect the room. "And why is Grace so strong! I can barely hold her!"

"Frincley was being homophobic and sexist." Alex pointed to the person who was acting like a victim.

"Homophobic?" Ramirez was confused. "To who?"

Alex didn't want to out Nathan but Nathan spoke up.

"To me."

"Ain't no such thing." Frincley yelled to Nathan as an act of disrespect.

"Frincley, shut up before I release Grace and step on your dick with my boot."

"RELEASE ME!"

"RELEASE HER!"

"Shut the hell up Alex, don't encourage her! And Grace, we'll deal with him. Don't worry, we'll make sure no charges are against you. He doesn't even deserve to do that."

"Are you serious?! You're defending those freaks because I'm right?!"

Ramirez then spoke up. "Frincley, I thought you could be more mature then this. This is a colleague you're talking about. Jones, we might as well take him to the chief about it."

"Agreed."

Everyone then released a now calmer yet still pissed off Grace Delaney as the officers walked to the one cop to take him to the chief's office.

"Grace, as much as it was appreciated, and yet brutal, I thank you for this so much. But please don't do something like this again. You could have seriously gotten in trouble."

"I might get suspension, but if it means helping you feel better, it works for me, Nathan."

"He deserved to have his dick cut off though."

"Alex."

"Just saying."

And with that, Nathan couldn't help but feel better.

#transgender #criminal case #nathan pandit #nathan my beloved #grace delaney #alex turner #grimsborough #original character #david jeremiah jones #eduardo ramirez

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 4 years ago

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Part 3 of my little Dad Calum series featuring Lucy. This is fairly PG-13, mentions of sex and pregnancy and the girlfriends.

You’re ready to tell your daughter Lucy she’s going to have a new sibling, but you and Calum are worried how she’ll react to the news. Both you and your husband think back to when you learned you were expecting Lucy, and how truly unexpected life can be.

"Whatcha making babe?” Calum grabbed the pitcher of sweet tea from the fridge, ducking around the island to stay out of your way.

“Cookies and cream cupcakes for Saturday. Kay's overwhelmed being stuck in the house with three kids, I guess four if you count Ashton. I think it’s better for everyone involved if I volunteer my services. Wouldn’t you agree, your majesty?”

“What are you-ah, I forgot,” he laughed, removing the plastic crown from his head. He’d been playing dress-up with Lucy to keep her occupied. “Are you saying Kay can’t cook?” He poured himself a glass before moving to the faucet and refilling Lucy’s water bottle, screwing the lid back on.

“I am not saying that, but I’m not saying she can either. I remain neutral about the subject for the record,” you responded as you weighed out your dry ingredients.

“Very diplomatic, not at all like you,” he teased, leaning with his back to the counter watching you work.

“What can I say? I’m in a good mood, I got laid last night.” You shrugged while turning away from him to check your mixer and add the oil and eggs. When you bent down to grab the muffin tin, you heard a low whistle behind you, making you shake your head.

“Stop it,” you protest, “I look like a potato right now.”

“Don’t you dare,” Calum scolded, scowling at you.

You paused, looking back at him, momentarily confused at his sudden change in his demeanor until you saw the little crinkles around his eyes giving him away.

“That’s my wife you’re talking about. Those are fighting words.” You could feel his presence behind you, close but not touching. His voice a low rumble next to your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“You’d fight a pregnant woman? I thought you were a gentleman.” You turned around, batting your eyes at him.

His fingers grazed your jawline before cupping your chin. “You are most fortunate, for while I would fight to the death for my Queen’s honor, I could never strike a lady,” he proclaimed, adopting a Scottish accent that never failed to give you giggles. He leaned in closer, dropped the accent, and lowered his voice, both in tone and volume.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over give you a spanking if you don’t watch that mouth.”

You shivered despite the heat in the kitchen from the oven. Or was it something else? His lips were so close, so tempting, and the next thing you knew you were on your tiptoes going in for a kiss. His hands slid around your waist and his thigh pressed between your legs.

“Why are you kissing? You said I could have a drink, Daddy,” Lucy interrupted before you got too carried away.

“I’ve got your cup right here, Lulu,” Calum said over his shoulder. Turning back to you, he whispered, “I’ll take care of you later.”

“Feels like you need taken care of yourself, Daddy,” you purr in his ear, brushing against his crotch with your hip as you turn back to your cake.

“You’re gonna get it later,” he hissed.

“Promises, promises,” you reply.

You turned towards where your daughter was waiting for her dad to return to their game. You stifled a laugh at the sight of her, hands on her hips, her toes brushing the edge of the tile floor, knowing the kitchen was off limits without permission. She made quite a sight in her yellow princess Belle dress, and green butterfly wings she’d squished her pigtails into her blue sparkle crown to keep it somewhat balanced while wielding a light saber.

Lucy loved making up characters and thanks to after Halloween sales she had a trunk full of costumes and accessories. Queen Koa, Ruler of the Butterflies, was her new favorite. Since they brought Astro home last week she even had a sidekick. The only costume that fit the corgi/shepherd mix was a pair of reindeer ears from the previous Christmas, and while he patiently wore the headband, the dog did not look pleased.

“I’m coming, Lulu, we’ll leave Mommy to finish her baking. Come on, Max, we’re hitting up Whoville in the morning.”

“He’s not Max Daddy, he’s Astro,” Lucy scolded, shaking her finger at him.

You rolled your lips in tightly to keep the smile off your face and turned away so she wouldn’t see. Lucy was a handful and a half already, and she definitely didn’t need her sass encouraged.

“Are you making cupcakes for me?” Lucy asked, spotting the paper muffin cups in your hand.

“I’m making cupcakes for Annie’s birthday, Saturday,” you answered.

“Annie is my other best friend, she’s gonna be five,” Lucy told Astro before turning back to you. “When do I turn five Mommy?”

“You know that Lulu, your birthday is in two months,” Calum reminded her.

“Can we pretend it’s my birthday? Then I can have cupcakes and presents.” Lucy tugged on her dad’s pant leg, turning her pleading dark eyes on him.

“I think you get enough presents, sweetpea. You just got a dog five days ago. That’s a big present for it not being your birthday.”

“You buy Mommy presents all the time, and it’s not her birthday,” Lucy pouted.

Calum reached down and pushed her bottom lip back in before scooping her up, careful not to knock off her wings.

“That’s because she’s the love of my life, that’s why I married her. Mommy takes such good care of all of us, and I want to make sure she knows how much I love her. She gave me the best present I’ve ever received. She gave me you,” he told her, tickling her ribs and making her giggle.

“So you don’t get divorced like Uncle Luke?” Lucy asked, and you exchanged concerned looks with your husband. Lucy questioned everything. Recently, she and Annie, the eldest of Ashton’s three girls, discovered the concept of divorce and kept bringing it up.

“I’ve told you sweetpea, you don’t have to worry about that. Now let’s go play and leave Mommy alone. Maybe she’ll let us have a cupcake later,” Calum winked at you before setting Lucy back down. As he did her wings knocked over his tea glass, spilling the bit of remaining liquid onto the counter.

“I’ll be there in a second, let me wipe this up,” Calum told her, but she stayed where she was.

He reached across you to grab a paper towel, and you couldn’t resist landing a kiss on his bicep as he did. He paused and flexed his muscle allowing his t-shirt sleeve to ride up revealing a line of slightly paler skin.

“Come on, Daddy,” Lucy whined.

You kissed him a second time, right on his tattoo of Lucy’s baby footprints. You then gave him a little nip on the tattoo just above it, a brightly colored geometric floral design which he let you pick out. He’d gotten the ink when he took you to Costa Rica after being kept apart ten weeks by a lockdown. You had a similar flower on your shoulder, right where Calum landed his own quick kiss, leaving a heated spot on your skin despite the fabric of your shirt.

“I’ll take care of you later babe, after she goes down for the night,” you whisper.

“Not if I get to you first,” he growled before grabbing his crown and following Lucy and Astro back towards the playroom.

*******

The vacation to Costa Rica was the first vacation you’d taken without any of the other guys, and for the first two days you’d barely seen anything past the walls of your bedroom. Finally, on day three you’d dragged Calum, who pouted but went along with you, to peruse the shops and wander the beach. He’d found the tattoo shop and after talking to the artist, he’d convinced you to get one along with him.

The artist inverted the color palette of Calum’s design for your tattoo when Calum had explained how you were opposite expressions of the same thought. He’d held your hand the whole time, and you’d been so giddy from his presence you didn’t remember feeling any pain. Afterwards he’d taken you out to a restaurant overlooking the beach.

You’d split a bottle of wine with dinner before walking back to your beachfront cabana. Calum’s cheeks were flushed red as he kissed you and pulled you into the hammock tied up on the screened-in veranda. You shifted so your head was resting on his chest with his arm behind your neck. At first you were both quiet, listening to the waves crashing and the faint sounds of other tourists in the distance.You were getting drowsy, but then Calum began talking. He started by going through all the ways he’d kept himself occupied during the previous couple of months. He told you he’d been trying to write while stuck at home, but boredom combined with anxiety didn’t birth creativity. You were so enchanted with the sound of listening to his voice that you weren’t concentrating on his words and almost missed it.

“That morning was when I finally realized that I was in love with you,” he confessed.

In that moment your world contracted, time seemed to stop, all other noise ceased as your brain focused solely on him. He pressed you against him skin to skin so you could feel his heart racing and knew he could feel yours. You had barely let yourself imagine this happening.

The past eight months had been the happiest you’d ever been in a relationship. You were hopelessly smitten since he’d kissed in the car after your first date. He’d given you every sign he was seriously into you. You slowly met the friend group, first Ashton for coffee, followed by dinner at The Clifford’s house and finally, Disneyland with the group. Six weeks ago, his sister’s trip to the US was canceled, delaying your chance to meet his family.

The way you caught him staring at you or playing with your hair when he thought you were sleeping. The small gifts and notes he sent you from around the world when he traveled, when he found something that reminded him of you. Staying up late discussing life and love and later hearing your own words woven into the lyrics of a song. Experimenting with different pancake recipes to make you breakfast because you hated the smell of cooked eggs. Calum showed you he loved you before he ever found the courage to say it.

The words made it real. Your throat constricted in fear, as his words made you admit the enormity of your own feelings. Everyone you’d ever loved had used it against you. You shifted, lifting your head from his chest so you could look into his eyes. You felt a twinge of pain seeing the same apprehension and fear of falling you were feeling. Despite that, Calum was trusting you with his heart, and if he would hold your hand, you were ready to jump with him.

“What did you say?” You whispered, needing to make sure you heard him correctly.

Calum frowned, disappointed you hadn’t been listening. You shift again, moving in the hammock so you were lying on top of him.

“I heard you, but can you please say it again,” you were embarrassed how squeaky your voice sounded in your own ears.

Calum smiled again, and the sight made you flush warm and tingle all over.

“I said I realized I was in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for quite some time. I was too chickenshit to say it, and I knew you’d never say it unless I did first.” Calum paused, biting his lip, waiting to see how you’d respond.

“You know me so well, another reason I love you.” He met your words with a kiss, followed by many more kisses. After some careful maneuvering to get out of the hammock, Calum pulled you into bed and showed you the love he struggled so hard to put into words.

You remembered every electric detail of that night and thinking about it made you squeeze your thighs together, standing there covered in cake flour. Calum swore it was that night, making love for the first time after his confession, tangled in each other, looking down at you, and proclaiming his love as he found his high, your daughter was conceived.

You smiled to yourself as you measured out the cupcake batter, trying to remember how many times as you’d made love on that trip. You made yourself stop thinking about it. You had to open the freezer and let cold air calm you down a bit. This pregnancy had your hormones raging and if not for Lucy you’d call your husband into the kitchen to have his way with you for the next 22-25 minutes.

*******

Lucy’s eyes went wide when she saw the bright wrapping paper and bows as Calum pulled two boxes out from behind his back. She’d scarfed down the cupcake you’d given her for dessert. It was no mystery where she inherited her sweet tooth from. You spotted crumbs on Calum’s shirt, and he’d already stolen one earlier, before you even frosted them.

She began clapping gleefully and bouncing in her chair, “Pretend birthday, birthday, birthday,” she sang out, catching Astro’s attention.

The dog wandered over and rested his chin on her chair. You pulled her out of her booster seat, took her hand, and the three of you followed Calum into the living room.

“Ok Lucy, Astro, come sit down with me,” Calum sat on the floor and placed the packages in front of him.

“You can help me open my presents, Astro,” Lucy plopped down and grabbed for the closest box.

“Hold on now, what have we told you about grabbing without asking?” Calum snatched it out of her reach.

Lucy thought about it a second, her face flashing from outrage to sadness, and you thought she might cry until she saw tears would not sway her father. She frowned, and you saw a stubborn glare settle in that made you cringe a little knowing she got it from you. As she glanced at the presents and back to Calum your daughter decided to skip the theatrics tonight and went straight for her secret weapon. Her brown eyes went wide, and she smiled sweetly.

“Please, Daddy, can we open my pretend birthday presents? Thank you,” she paused. “I love you, Mommy,” Lucy blinked up at you, covering all her bases.

Calum pretended to think it over until Astro whined and he couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. He handed the packages over and Lucy tore into the paper and ripped the lid off the box. She stopped short when she found a folded up garment instead of a toy.

“Its clothes,” she stated, still excited but very much puzzled. She pulled it out and tried to sound out the letters across the front. You and Calum both took time with her each day for “reading time” and she was getting good at her ABCs and some small words. She worked out “I’m” before she needed help with “going.” She shushed him and carefully read “to be a big” word for word until she got stuck.

“Sss sss is,” Calum prompted, and you saw it click in her head.

“Sister, it’s sister,” Lucy was so hyped about reading that the meaning wasn’t sinking in.

“Read it all together,” he pointed to each word.

“I’m going to be a big sister,” she read out loud. “What did Astro get?” Lucy loved presents and unwrapping was her favorite part.

You held back a giggle as Calum shot you a frustrated glance where you sat, still recording the scene. Astro’s present was a smaller box with a bandana. She held it up, recognizing the words that matched her shirt until the last one.

“Brother,” Calum interrupted, a bit impatient now.

“Babe, she’ll get it,” you winked at him from behind your phone. “What does it say, Lulu?”

She looked up at you and held it up, posing for the camera with a big grin before turning it back around. “It says, I’m going to be a big brother.” Now she was hamming it up and using her Miss Menkin voice from her favorite show, “She-nanigans.”

“Lucy honey, what does yours say?” you asked, trying to keep her attention.

“I told you, Mommy,” she let the tiniest hint of exasperation creep into her voice. “Mine says I’m going to be a big sister.”

“What do you think that means, sweetpea?” Calum prodded.

Lucy’s features scrunched up as she pondered it for a second before she looked up at him.

“Are you getting a puppy?” She asked and Calum cracked up at her crestfallen face, which made Lucy mad because he thought he was making fun of her. She still held a grudge against all puppies for the one that peed on her last week, so she was not happy at the thought of them getting one.

He tried to apologize and pull himself together, but she squirmed away and came to you almost in tears.

“Mommy, I don’t want a puppy,” she threw her head in your lap. “Please don’t give Astro back to the fosters.”

“Lucy, sweetheart, please don’t get upset.” You pulled her up onto the couch with you as Astro’s wet snout nudged your ankles. You glanced at Calum who had stopped laughing and now had the hiccups. He was fumbling for his phone since you’d put yours down. “Astro isn’t a foster puppy. He’s part of our family now, he’s got going anywhere, I promise. I need him to watch out for you and the baby.” You gave your belly a pat and smiled at her. The words hit with a jolt and her hands fluttered up to her face.

“You’re gonna have a baby?” Lucy asked, her eyes dropping to your stomach. “Like Aunt Kay?” She leaned over and placed her hand on your belly the way Kay taught her.

You held your breath, waiting for her reaction. Annie cried both times when they told her she would be a big sister, but it had delighted Kat. Lucy’s face broke into an enormous smile and she leaned down to kiss your stomach.

“Hi baby,” she said before you scooped her up for a hug.

She gave you a hug before hopping off the couch and jumping up and down in place. This got Astro riled up, and he started bouncing on his front paws, throwing his head back and barking at the ceiling. She ran over to Calum and tried to hold still so he could pull her big sister shirt on over her clothes. She chattered excitedly into the camera, telling her Nana Joy about how she was gonna be a big sister.

“I wanna call Nana Joy,” the whine that crept into your daughter’s voice made you check the clock, and sure enough it was almost bedtime.

You started to get up, but your husband stopped you.

“I’ve got this darling, you need to rest,” Calum told you.

“I’m fine, Cal,” you insisted, standing up. “While you put her in bed, I’m gonna finish up in the kitchen so I’m not worrying about it later.”

“Say goodnight sweetpea, it’s bedtime. We’ll call Nana Joy tomorrow and we can all tell her together,” Calum told her as he cleaned up the torn paper and discarded ribbon.

“Goodnight mama,” Lucy looked up at you as she wrapped herself around your legs. She reached up and patted your belly. “Goodnight baby.”

Your heart melted at the gesture and you bent down to give her a kiss before sending her off with her dad.

“Can I have a story and a song?” Lucy asked, and you knew Calum wouldn’t be back for a while.

You puttered around in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and making overnight oatmeal for Lucy’s breakfast. You could hear the faintest sound of Calum whistling and you grinned, picking up the tune yourself. “Little Surprises” was Lucy’s favorite song and one of the band’s biggest hits. Not to mention your one and only number one hit as they used your whistle on the track, giving you a writing credit.

Ashton heard you whistling at Calum one night while visiting the guys in the studio, three weeks after you’d gotten back from Costa Rica. He’d made you record the cadence while everyone else took a break to eat. Calum was waiting outside the booth with a kiss and a plate of food. Ashton was fussing over Kay, who had a paper plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza carefully balanced on her hugely pregnant belly. She was set to have the baby any day now, and Ashton refused to let her out of his sight. The baby bag was resting in the corner, ready to go at a moment’s notice.

You settled next to Kay on the couch while the guys sprawled on the floor. You hadn’t cared for her when you’d first met. She reminded you too much of yourself, boisterous and opinionated whereas Sierra and Crystal were much more chill. You’d sorted things out over a love of hockey and Wednesday ladies’ night at Kyoto Sushi. You realized however that she needed a forceful personality to be with a man like Ashton. Ashton was prone to dark moods, as he called them, and she’d been his rock when he’d crumbled just weeks before their wedding. Ashton had recovered in time and then managed to get his new wife pregnant on their honeymoon. You had no doubt her ability to find serenity amongst chaos would serve her well juggling a new baby and Ashton.

You looked at your plate and your stomach turned at the sight of the grease congealing on top of the gooey cheese. You pushed the pizza to the side in favor of the salad. You nibbled on a cucumber, listening to the guys until you caught Kay looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“Are you ok?” She asked dipping her pizza crust into the cup of garlic butter sauce and you laughed at how happy she looked. She’d mostly stuck to a super healthy diet throughout her pregnancy, but pizza was her weakness. Normally you’d be fighting her for the garlic knots and she noticed.

“Yeah, I’ve just had terrible heartburn this past week. I’ve eaten two rolls of Tums in three days,” you told her.

“Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” Kay joked, “because that was me seven months ago. My doctor put me on famotadine. It saved my life.” She fished a bottle out of her bag and handed you a pill.

“What the hell, don’t try to curse me just because you got knocked up,” you felt your cheeks get hot as you mentally counted backwards to your last period.

Her eyes met yours before they dropped to your belly, then Kay winked at you and laughed. You looked over at Calum who was laughing along with her until he caught your expression. His eyebrows shot up in a question but before he said anything he glanced around remembering where you were. Kay yelped with pain, drawing everyone’s attention to her.

“Wooo that was a big kick. Your daughter has strong legs babe,” Kay laughed and conversation picked back up. Ashton got up to check on her, unable to keep his hands off his wife for very long.

She thinks I’m pregnant? Holy shit, what if she’s right? You didn’t want to think about it. Calum picked up on your change in mood and nudged your knee and motioned for you to lean down.

“Everything good?” He asked, and you kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” you replied, but you were trying to do the math in your head.

Calum grabbed your hand and brushed his lips across the back of your fingers.

“We’ll leave soon. I think Kay’s reached her limit for the day,” He nodded towards Ashton, helping his wife make her way to the bathroom.

You watched Michael drag Calum back into the booth to work on something. Ashton came back in trying to whistle your tune, but he kept messing up the middle.

You whistled back, hitting the notes in order. “I want a writing credit for that,” you told him.

“Tell your boyfriend to write something then. He’s helped fuck all with lyrics lately. Hard for him to write when he’s happy,” he teased, but you felt a little guilty.

Ashton saw your frown, and he plopped down next to you on the couch.

“Hey,” he nudged your knee with his. “Calum’s really happy, I’ve never seen him like this before, and that can be hard to write. Turmoil, heartbreak, anger, those are much easier, and that’s why we have Luke. We’ve been riding that codependency train for a few albums now.”

You were skeptical. “You’ve been writing, and you’re happy.”

“I’m thrilled,” Ashton grinned at you, “but I’m also fucking terrified. I can’t believe we’re gonna have a little girl. Who decided I was grown enough to be in charge of a baby?”

“You’re gonna be fine. You’ll make a great dad, and besides, Kay will not let things get too out of hand,” you told him.

He reached his arm around you and gave you a little squeeze. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said. He tried to whistle again, frustrated when he couldn’t get it right.

“Keep trying, you’ll get it,” you laughed as he pouted.

Ashton never got it, neither did Luke. Fortunately, Michael and Calum figured it out rather quickly. These days the audience did it for them. You were still whistling as you kicked the dishwasher door shut and Calum walked in just as the water whooshed. Your husband whistled back and began playing air bass and beginning to sing the song.

You hopped up on the counter and watched him bop through the kitchen. You loved watching him on stage. He came alive under the lights, in front of a crowd, playing with his brothers and bandmates. The way he smiled and teased the crowd, sticking his tongue out, his fingers working over the strings, turned you on more than anything else in the world. Although having him singing and dancing in your kitchen looked pretty good right now.

He leaned in for a kiss at the “never knew love, until I found you,” line, and when your lips met, the song was momentarily forgotten. You pulled him closer, so he stepped between your legs as you wrapped them around his waist. You gave him several quick kisses on the lips before you landed one on his nose. You were kissing your way across his jawline when he whistled again.

“Really?” You laughed as you pulled back to look at him.

“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish grin. “It’s really stuck in my head.”

“I was thinking about the night in the studio when Ashton got all pissy when he couldn’t get it but Michael could. That night was something else,” you said.

Calum’s eyes got huge. He shook his head, and he exhaled in a rush of air. “That night, yeah, it was something else all right.”

On the way home from the studio, you’d been quiet. Calum asked you several times if you were ok and you brushed him off until he finally pulled into the parking lot of a CVS Pharmacy.

Calum reached over and rubbed the back of your neck. “I heard what Kay said and you’ve been acting weird ever since. How about we get a test and see if there’s really anything to worry about?”

“What if I’m not ready?” You snapped, hating how you sounded. You knew you were being stubborn, but you got defensive easily. You expected Calum to start an argument or at least get mad. He’d never had a temper with you, but you kept waiting to see when it would come out. Every man in your life, except Calum, had let you down. You didn’t want to be wrong again.

Calum took your hands in his as he looked you in the eye. You could feel his hands tremble, but he didn’t let go.

“Whenever you’re ready, this isn’t about me. I mean, I’m involved, but I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want. I love you and I want to be with you no matter what. Will you at least come back and stay with me tonight?”

You nodded, and he started the car. You stopped him as he reached for the gearshift. He shut the car off and looked at you. You opened the door and hopped out, not looking back as you made your way into the store. You bought three pregnancy tests and got the female pharmacy tech to ring you up so you could avoid the bored teenage boy playing on his phone working the cash register up front. You rushed back out to the car where Calum was waiting.

“Just drive, please,” you told him. You stared out the window the whole way there, chattering the entire way.

“This is so dumb. We used protection most of the time and I was only a couple weeks late getting the shot because they canceled on me. They tell me it can take months to get pregnant after being on Depo so there’s just no way. Kay has my brain scrambled with all her pregnancy energy.” You stopped talking when he turned onto his street, and he reached over and squeezed your knee.

“I have to pee, anyway. I’ll be right back,” you told him.

“You wanna do this now?” He asked, and you saw the fear he was trying so hard to hold back.

“Would you rather stare at the bag and wonder?”

“You’re right. I’ll be in the kitchen. Do you want a cup of tea?” Calum asked, and from the way he was fidgeting you knew he wanted a cigarette.

“Thanks Cal, why don’t you go smoke, and then tea would be nice. Love you babe.“

“I love you more,” he called out, and you heard the backdoor slide open and then close.

You took two tests out of bag and managed not to make too big of a mess peeing in the little cup. You laid the little square piece of plastic out on the sink before you unwrapped the other test and took the cap off the end. You took a deep breath and dipped the rest edge before adding three drops to the test window. You refused to look or even clean up and ran out of the bathroom straight into Calum’s chest where he was waiting. You were shaking, unable to figure out what you were feeling as your emotions whirled and fought for control of your brain. Calum said nothing. He hugged you and stroked your hair, but you could feel his heart racing against your cheek.

"How long do we wait?"

"I forgot to look"

He pulled out his phone and looked it up. "It says three minutes. Has it been three minutes?" Calum asked you.

"I think so."

Calum grabbed your ass, "Jump," he commanded, and you did. He grabbed you under your thighs and carried you into the bathroom with him.

"I can't look," you told him, burying your face in his neck.

You felt his head move, and you waited for him to tell you the results. When he said nothing, when he didn't move but slowly took a deep breath, you knew what it said. You lifted your head to see for yourself, but your vision was too blurry as you tried to hold back tears. Calum set you down, so you were back on your feet and wrapped his arms around you, clutching you to him as you sobbed. When you heard Calum sniffle and felt his chest heave your feelings of guilt overwhelmed the fear. You pushed back, not wanting to let go of Calum, but you had the hiccups and needed to blow your nose if you wanted to breathe.

When you finished you wiped your eyes and finally saw the tests. Both were positive. You sat on the closed toilet lid, unable to look at Calum.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you told him, and started crying again. "This is all my fault. I should've been more careful."

Calum crouched down in front of you and pulled your hands away from your face. His hands cupped your chin and lifted your eyes to meet his.

"This isn't your fault and there's nothing you have to apologize for. There were two of us in that room, and I'm the one who didn't wear a condom. If anyone should apologize, it's me. It's a bit late for that now. I love you and we'll figure this out together."

You nodded, but you couldn't stop crying. "I love you too, but I'm scared. I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I know how to do this."

"I'm scared too, and we don't have to figure everything out tonight," Calum stood up and held his hand out. You let him lead you out of the bathroom and into the living room.

"I know how you are, you need time to think and process everything. We don't have to talk, but can you cuddle with me, please? I just really need to be close to you right now."

You sat on the long lounge side of the couch propping yourself up against the armrest and Calum laid against you, his head resting on your shoulder, your hand held in both of his as you turned on the TV. Neither of you paid any attention to the show, both lost in your own minds until you fell asleep holding on to each other. When you woke up Calum was already awake, writing lyrics in his journal.

"Come back to me" Calum stroked your cheek , and you smiled at him. He didn't like to think how afraid of losing you he'd been when he started writing that night. Between your parents multiple divorces and your own rocky history you were more afraid of commitment than he was. Together you'd been able to overcome that fear, but Calum wasn't sure you even wanted kids. The line "nothing scares me except the thought of losing you" was the first line he wrote of what would become "Little Surprises."

"Remember how we were rudely woken up after we finally fell asleep?" Calum asked.

"That 6 am phone call," you shook your head, the melancholy moment drifting away as you remembered the panic when Kay went into labor the next morning. It took 14 hours for Annie to be born, and Ashton didn't leave his wife's side for more than a few minutes. "Remember when Kay said the baby looked like a potato and Ashton got mad when we all laughed."

"Not as mad as when Luke asked if Annabelle Rose was a name they got from Twilight," Calum responded.

"He was completely over the moon with Annie. Remember how he'd hold her like he was afraid she'd break?" You mused, thinking back to Ashton holding his tiny baby girl in those enormous hands, so proud and so nervous.

"We got our first number one hit out of it though," Calum responded.

Ashton managed to tear himself away from his new family after a month to team up with Calum to finish his song. They got it recorded just under the deadline for the album. The fans were in a frenzy leading up to the album's release with the guys telling them this album contained the most personal songs they'd ever written, especially from Calum.

The lead up to "Little Surprises" each of the guys dropped a picture of how their family changed since the last album. Michael posted a sunset pic with his wife, two dogs and a new puppy. Luke posted a behind the scenes look at his dance rehearsals with Sierra for their first waltz as a married couple. Ashton posted a collage of artsy black and white silhouettes of his wife while she was pregnant. Calum was so secretive that no one even knew you were in a serious relationship with him.

"I'm still amazed we kept it all a secret," you told him. While some fans suspected something was up, most overlooked you as not being his type.

The fans lost their minds when the day the single dropped Calum released a picture of his then three week old daughter's fingers grasping his thumb. The caption "I'd like you to meet Lucy Koa Hood, I've never been happier. Life's really full of little surprises."

"I believe I made a promise earlier that I intend to keep," Calum raised his eyebrows and pulled you down off the counter. You looked at him, puzzled, as he tugged your hand till you were standing at the far end of the kitchen.

"Turn around," he instructed, and when you did he pushed you up against the kitchen island so your back was to him, you could see the entrance to the kitchen, while keeping your lower half hidden from view. He eased your yoga pants down over your hips and got on his knees behind you.

"Keep an eye out for the little one and try not to be too loud," you heard his muffled voice before you felt him kissing his way up your thigh.

"I'll whistle," you half moaned as your husband hummed against your skin.

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thekytchensynk · 4 years ago

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Chaperone (Fictober Prompt 22)

Prompt number: 22

Fanfiction Fandom: name/common abbreviation

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Warnings: common triggers and warnings

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Della stared out the window of the second story of the mansion, watching the kids getting ready to go to a Halloween party. When she’d first returned to Earth, she’d wanted to just be with the kids, to take part in every activity, to revel in the reality of just being near them. To make herself a presence in their lives. To learn about them, to transform them from strangers with familiar faces into her children, her everything. It had happened in some ways immediately, but in others … in other ways it was still happening.

So lately, she had taken to watching from afar. Trying to see who they were independent of her. Because something had become clear to her, as she got to know them.

Children were molded by many things. By their world, by their own minds and interests, and of course, by the adults in their lives. She could see Donald so clearly in all three of the boys. They might not always show it, but they had learned a boundless compassion from him. Huey showed it in being the mother hen, always prepared to help. Dewey turned it into an attempt to make everyone laugh. Louie tried to hide it, but when the chips were down, he’d be there too.

There were others, of course. Scrooge had imparted a certain level of adventurousness in them that he’d also instilled in herself and Donald. She could see Launchpad’s enthusiasm in Dewey, Goldie’s machinations in Louie, Gizmoduck’s approach to the world in Huey. But she was starting to accept that someone else had left a print on the boys too.

She had. But not by her actions. By her absence. Her disappearance had left its mark in the hollows of her sons’ souls. She could see it in the way Huey clung so tightly to his lists and schedules, as though if he could just prepare hard enough, then nothing bad would happen to anyone he loved. In the way Dewey tried to live in the moment, trying to wring everything out of the time he had with people -- maybe because he wasn’t counting on more time with them later. In how Louie held himself aloof from everyone -- even his own family a lot of the time. His eyes when she’d returned had hurt. That look … that hesitation to open himself up even a little bit, even though being without a mother must have been so hard, because accepting her meant that if she left again, she could rip that acceptance back out of him like a dagger.

She’d hurt them in ways she’d never even considered when she got into that rocket ship. Donald -- had he known it would be like this, or had he just been afraid for her, or both and more besides?

“Hey. Whatcha looking at?”

She turned to see Donald approaching up the stairs. She didn’t answer, just tilted her head out the window. Dewey had just proclaimed that Huey’s list of scary movies to watch during October was “lame” and Huey was now going through said list, item by item, explaining why each had a place in the plan. Louis stood a bit apart. When Uncle Scrooge walked up and asked him what was going on, he rolled his eyes in his brothers’ general direction and said flatly, “Party planning. Wooo.”

“Are you going to chaperone at the party?” Donald asked.

He’d been a little hard to understand again when she got back, but fitting back into his particular way of talking had been like riding a bike. So she just shrugged and said, “Naaah. They don’t need an adult hanging around spoiling the Halloween fun. I mean, come on. Who wants to go to a party with their mom watching, am I right?”

She laughed it off, but he was her twin, and she should have known trying to fool him would be like trying to short-change their uncle.

“Don’t you want to go with them?” he asked.

She thought of a dozen possible answers, but he’d just see through those as well. So she threw her hands up and said, “Fine! I do want to go. But I was just thinking .. and no jokes about that!” she warned as she saw that familiar grin start to grow on his face. He snickered as she continued, “It’s just … maybe they want you to go? Or Scrooge, or Mrs. Beakley. Or Duckworth! A ghost chaperone would be GREAT for a Halloween party. Maybe anyone is better than a mom who ditched them to go joyriding in space.” He voice fell almost to a whisper at the last bit and she looked away from both Donald and the window, not comfortable with either right now.

“They’ve forgiven you for being gone, you know that…”

“But it’s not just that. It’s like … I keep thinking, what if because of me they’re broken somehow?”

“What?!?” She couldn’t tell if he was outraged at her for thinking of herself like this, or just for speaking of the boys that way. “Della. Yeah, you being gone affected them. It affected all of us. But it didn’t break anyone. They’re great kids. I like who they are. I think they like who they are too. They are just glad to have you back. They don’t blame you for messing up anymore. And neither should you.”

How did he always just cut to the heart of things like this? How could he be so hopelessly corny and sincere at the same time? Must be all those emo ballads he wrote when they were kids. It had honed him for this. Or … maybe it was just who he was.

“Instead of that, go down and ask if they want you to go to the party,” he urged, pushing her a little toward the top of the stairs. “They might surprise you.”

She smiled at him. Her fault or not, she had to admit -- she did like who her sons were too. “All right, all right, if you’re gonna twist my arm about it,” she said, heading down the stairs

#fictober20 #22 #ducktales #della duck #fanfic

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ai-katsuu · 4 years ago

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Forgotten Nightmares (2/3)

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“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Goldie asked.

“Yeah, I used to come to these parts all the time, but I never quite made it past the Yeti’s in the area,” Audrey said as she moved past a glacier, “Well neither did Frost.” she mumbled.

“If even Frost didn’t make it past them then how safe are we?” Snow questioned as she dug her foot out from the large pile of...well, snow.

“It’s October,” Briar explained, “I read that they hibernate this time around in preparation to help Santa Claus for Christmas!” Briar was leading the pack, as she was the one with the most stamina.

“I really hope I’m on the Nice List,” Gwen breathed out, a little tired, “I didn’t know what I was doing when I ate those Elvish cookies. They get scary.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to get my gifts this year!” Peter, who was having the easiest time, floated above them. Gwen frowned at this action.

“Please, you probably hold the record for the naughty list, almost tied with Frost probably..” Audrey said.

Gretel wasn’t listening to the conversation as she looked at her own device. It was a small, black, brick like device that had several green circles around it’s glass portion. There was a green line that went around the circle and another tiny green dot that itched her mind. When Audrey took a look at it before, she told her to call it a GPS device. Gretel wasn’t sure what that meant but she liked the name.

“Whatcha looking at?” Peter stooped down to her level.

“I think somethings wrong,” she mumbled.

Peter took in a sharp amount of air, “Yeesh, I wasn’t gonna say anything about your coat, but agreed. I’ll chuck it over the next mountain we pass.”

“What? No.” she frowned, “I’m talking about the F7, something’s not right.” the rest of the group had their attention caught and they listened in.

“You see this orange dot?” Gretel pointed at the screen, “That’s supposed to be the town they’re in. This green dot is them, more specifically Pino.” she pointed to the dot all the way opposite to the screen.

“Wow, you keep a tracker on your boyfriend?” Goldie cocked her head.

Gretel frowned at her, “No, I just gave one to him in case something went wrong, it is their first mission after all.”

“Wait so, why aren’t they at the village?” Snow asked.

“That’s the weird thing, I checked ten minutes ago and they were there, and when I just saw now it’s as if they were transported all the way over to the opposite side of Fairy Tale Island.”

“You think they’re in danger?” Briar held her hands to her chest.

“I don’t know...but I don’t like this.” she responded.

Audrey nodded, “We should go check on them.”

Gwen agreed, “If they’re fine, then we can just go back home if ever. We don’t even have to let them see us. ”

The rest of the group agreed to the plan. The group took a large amount of snow and melted it to water, so that Audrey could make a slide that would freeze the water, making the trip down easier.

On the other side, The Fearless Seven had just woken up. The first thing they did was look at their skin.

“Are we burnt?!” Jack looked at his hands. Unfortunately, they were tied to their backs, and their ankles were restrained as well.

“No,” Hans confirmed as he looked over his shoulder, “But those were definitely flames.”

Arthur took a look at their surroundings, it was a very large, empty, almost sewer-like, circular room. They couldn’t even see the ceiling of the room as it was probably a dome.

They were all against the wall as there was only one ray of light in the center of the room. Merlin looked up and saw that there was a window at the top of the dome, “So we weren’t out for that long…”

“Your resistance is strong..I’ll give you guys that.” a silky male voice echoed through the room.

“Who are you?” Merlin asked.

“Oh, how I used to be known by many,” a warm draft of wind passed by them, “I used to scare the hearts out of children and adults. I sent people of all ages to therapy, depression, and trauma. What a wonderful time that was.” they could hear the sounds of hooves clopping through the walls, “But alas, my legend faded into time, I was forgotten. The deal was sealed when you seven began restoring hope in the citizens of...Fairy Tale Island.” he said mockingly.

“Finally, we can all put an end to this.”

Something ran its way down the Fearless Seven’s spines. They began to sweat, hunch their shoulders and shook as they pressed their backs to the wall as much as they could. They had long forgotten who this was but nightmares and all their fears came running back from childhood, stories told by their elders when they saw who stepped out of the shadows.

A top of the black horse that had bloodshot eyes, was a man gigantic in height and muffled in a black cloak. On his side was the scabbard said to hold the sword sharper than Excalibur. They could not see his head, for he had none as blood trickled down his neck.

Pino almost threw up in his mouth as he shook in fear, ‘I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. Why didn’t I remember sooner-’

“Scared, puppet boy?!” a flaming pumpkin head came close to Pino and smiled maniacally. It let out a mocking laugh before looking at him seriously. “Your father used to be terrified of me as a young boy. Shaking outside of his father’s shop because he refused to walk in the woods late at night. What a delightful sight that was for me.”

“Don’t you dare talk about Papa like that!” Noki yelled furiously.

“Or what?!” The head quickly turned to him, “You’ll lie to me? Again and again and again?”

Noki was about to yell something back at him before he took a glance at Arthur and Merlin. In all the five years he had known them, he had never seen their faces in that expression. Their terrified sweaty faces told him one thing,

“Don’t be stupid.”

“That’s what I thought,” the head backed away. “And you? Got anything else to say?” He turned to Kio. He merely kept quiet and stared at him.

“You’re the...” Merlin swallowed, “The Headless Horseman…” his voice came out much more shaky than he wanted it to be. Nevertheless, he continued, “You were the one person who everyone feared. You were beyond a nightmare...until today’s Golden Age-”

“That’s right, you son of a bitch!” the Headless Horseman yelled. “It was you seven who began fixing this Island’s problems. It was a joy for me when you all had suddenly gone missing, then little by little, one by one, you began resurfacing.” the head floated back to its body, it’s left arm held it by its side. “My story is so old that my letter fooled you into thinking Sleepy Hollow was actually in Fairy Tale Island. New York is a sham now…” he mumbled.

“You wrote that letter?” Jack spoke and immediately regretted it as soon as he did.

“Of course, beanstalk. I was surprised how easy it was to bring you, idiots, here. Once I decapitate all of you at midnight, soon the townspeople will be singing the song as old as time, just in time for Halloween. Come now,

When ghosts have a midnight jamboree

They break it up with fiendish glee

Ghosts are bad but the one that’s cursed

Is the Headless Horseman, he’s the worst!”

The Headless Horseman laughed as he sang around the room. The F7, smart enough not to talk to each other, began formulating any sort of plan to escape, but all routes just seemed to lead to doom. He continued to sing as his horse trotted around:

“When he goes a-jogging across the land

Holding his noggin in his hand

Demons take one look and groan

And hit the road for parts unknown”

“Ah how I miss this melody!” he yelled out, “There’s-”

“There’s no fright like a spook that’s spurned,”

“They don’t like him and he’s really burnt,”

“Swears to the longest day he’s dead,”

“He’ll show them that he can get a head.”

Voices echoed from the top of the dome. For a moment, the F7 saw the Headless Horseman in disbelief before he got angry.

“Who’s there?!”

#red shoes movie #red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #red shoes and the seven dwarfs #red shoes #rsatsd #rsat7d

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kingdomsaurushearts · 5 years ago

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I once saw this video of a husky pup experiencing its first snowfall. Very quiet and serene and just blinking up at the sky as the snow fell around it. Now I can't help but think of Ven's first snowfall being something similar.

Winter came far quicker than the leaves could fall. But Aqua didn’t mind. It just meant that she had an excuse to break out the hot cocoa early. Ven would surely love it! Especially since she got Terra to get the marshmallows down from the top shelf.

As she waited for the kettle to boil, she looked outside and watched the fluffy flakes gracefully fall. The wind absent, letting them sway under their own weightlessness against the still air. The calm only interrupted by the bounding of an excited teens footsteps echoing down the corridor, announcing his arrival.

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Ven burst through the arch of the kitchen, his cheeks pink with glee and lack of breath.

“AQUA! AQUA! Do you see outside?! It’s like a giant Blizzard spell was cast!” His grin reaching his ears, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he excitedly came next to her and looked out of the window in wonder.

“Your first snowfall Ven, what do you think?” She giggled at his childish antics, nose scrunched against the glass window.

“It’s so pretty! Like the ground looks like a giant white pillow!” He paused for a moment. Lip pursing in thought. “What about training? Our morning drills are usually outside.”

The kettle whistled and Aqua walked over to turn off the heat, “The Master and Terra are setting up the gymnasium on the other side of the courtyard, we’ll be indoors until spring. We would have already set it up of the snow didn’t decide to come a few weeks early. We might have another warm day or two before winter officially starts on the calendar.”

“Ah. So that’s what that building is.” Ven mused, watching as Aqua poured little cups of brown powder into mugs before adding the water. “Whatcha makin’?”

“Hot cocoa, I doubt we’ll actually be doing any training today, the gym isn’t going to be ready in one go. Maybe tomorrow.” A gentle splash of cream, stir, and plops of three big marshmallows, she presented Ven with his green mug.

She already knew Ven loved the puffed treats from a camping trip earlier in the summer. She saved the mini marshmallows for her own mug.

Ven took a long steady sip, shoulders slouching in relaxation. A hum of delight. Smiling back up at Aqua, with a foamy mustache, “This is fantastic! I could have this every day!”

“I’m sure you could, you walking cavity.”

“Hey you’re one to talk, Miss Midnight Snack. Cake doesn’t eat itself.”

Aqua almost choked on a mini, a fit of giggles between them. “Hey, we were in on that together, don’t rat out your partner in crime!”

“Too late, now I know to lock up the pastry cabinet.” Master Eraqus appearing seemingly out of nowhere, plopping one of the minis in his mouth.

“Master, no! How will she ever get her sugar fix? You know how she gets.” Terra chimed in, ruffling Ven’s hair before grabbing his mug and filling it for tea.

“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny.”

A snicker from Ven, “I dunno Aqua, you were the scariest at Halloween.”

Their laughs filled the kitchen, a warmth seeped into his chest, bringing the cocoa back to his lips, sucking up a marshmallow.

“So, how’s it going over there? You two look like you had a dirt bath.” Aqua teased.

“Yes, our equipment is in a state less desirable. We will be finishing up setting them up today, but tomorrow, I would for you and Ventus to assist in cleaning them.”

“Wow Master, you and Terra already got most of them set up? That’s got to be a record.”

Terra gave her a look, “Hey, I’m stronger now, this is nothing.” As if to prove a point, he flexed his arm, while the other dipped his tea bag into the water.

“Mhmm. Well, Ven and I will be more than happy to. Since we’re decidedly not doing anything much to help today.”

“Hey! I’m doing something today!”

Eraqus looked at him with an amused twinkle in his eye, one he rarely got these days. “Really, Ventus? What shall you be doing today?”

“Building a snowman! I bet I can make the biggest one! Bigger than Terra!”

“I bet you will. Maybe I’ll finally have someone my size to fight.”

Aqua smacked him playfully, “Hey, I’m right here.”

After some snacks, and more lighthearted teasing, Terra and the Master returned to their chore for the day, while Aqua dressed Ven up as warmly as she could. He was small and the cold would surely get to him quickly.

With a final tuck of his hair under her spare beanie, she’ll have to knit one of his own. But for now, the midnight blue suited him well. The color of his eyes popping against the contrast of his hair.

She went to zip him up, but he was practically bouncing in place. “Ven, hold still so I can line up the teeth. ”

“Sorry Aqua, I’m just so excited! I can’t wait!”

“I’m sure you can wait one more minute, I want to get a shovel so I can get the walkway, it’s supposed to snow again tonight, and I really dont need another foot to shovel tomorrow.” With that, she got the tape to align, and got the tab to zip up all the way without any resistance. “I’ll be right back.”

Ven nodded enthusiastically, and paced a bit by the door. Wondering how cold it was going to be. He was already roasting under the layers, he almost wanted to take off his gloves.

Aqua returned not a minute later, shovel in hand, and thick gloves. “Alright, let’s go. Just don’t run, you might slip.” A smile on her face, watching Ven haphazardly try to grip the door handle and pulling it open.

The brisk air hit his face, a relief of the sweat building up on his beck and brow. He rushed out, but slowly when Aqua called him. He looked over the vast blanket of snow covering the grounds.

Even though though flakes had stopped, he was breathless.

Aqua outstretched her hand to him, “Help me down the stairs.”

They walked down the snow covered steps, Ven giggling at the crunch of snow, leaving prints in the otherwise perfect surface. Slipping a little once they reached the bottom. So that’s why, he thought, his heart beating rapidly at the thought of slipping face first.

Setting down the shovel against the barrier, she dragged Ven over to the now covered grassy area.

“First things first, the Snowball!”

There was a deep satisfaction in rolling and pressing snow into a sphere, and then throwing it against a tree, or a wall and watching it explode into powser. He was wondering what it would be like against someone else, but he got his answer as one burst against his back, some of the snow landing down the collar of his jacket, chilling his neck.

With a yelp, he turned to the perpetrator, who was snickering as she made ball upon ball of snow as arsenal. A war then.

They exhausted themselves into the ground. Aqua showed him how to make Snow Angels. Snow officially covering them head to toe.

Now very much grateful for his layers, the cold was more than anticipated. His nose turning red, and pinking his cheeks. His lips parted for his hot breath.

Aqua excused herself to do the task she set up before and began shoveling the courtyard, while Ven made 3 more angels.

5 Angels now lay in a circle. It looked like a flower in his mind.

He took off the beanie and shook his head to free him of the frost that clung to his hair. He sighed happily, looking around the mess of snow play, the perfect blanket now wrinkled and messy.

A snowflake floated in front of him, he glanced upwards. It had started snowing again.

It was beautiful. Staring straight up. He felt like he was falling backwards. They landed on his cheeks ever so gently, melting from his warmth.

If they weren’t made of ice, and it wasn’t so cold out, he would have compared them to dandelions in spring. The cotton flying in the wind freely, the seeds to planting somewhere new, away from where they came from, creating a new world of sun kissed flowers.

A heavy feeling dropped into his gut, like he just swallowed a bucket of water. It weighed him down like lead. His shoulder tensed, his brows furrowed, but confusion in his eyes.

He didn’t know why, but his heart suddenly lurched into his chest, a feeling he knew but couldn’t place. His head throbbed unpleasantly. A cold sapped his energy and grabbed his limbs.

Smile gone. He didn’t want to be outside anymore. He looked back down to the snow angels, silhouettes of himself, as he stood on Aqua’s.

The water on his face dripped down, but this time, it wasn’t melted snow.

Aqua called for him, wiping the moisture from his face, thankful that the cold can be cause for sniffles too, he rushed over to her, as they began walking back up the steps.

He chanced a glance back, the falling snow filling the imprints, he felt like he was leaving them behind. And the word ‘again’ flitted across his mind as a warm hand wrapped around his, and closed the door.

Sorry! I couldn’t help myself! I was gonna make it light and fluffy but… I couldn’t contain the angst!

#kingdom Hearts #ventus #aqua #terra #master eraqus #one shot #writing

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pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow · 5 years ago

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OH THOSE HALLOWEEN PROMPTS ARE GOOD!! I LOVE HALLOWEEN TOO. Okay sorry, how about “Look, I dressed up as you.” with shin shin kai nonsense? Honestly all of them would be great shin shin kai nonsense prompts.

Yeeeess!!!! If you couldn’t tell already, I’m one of those people who LOVES best friend squads, so Shinshinkai nonsense is the best thing to write.

Pre-writing note: this is a universe where Halloween is celebrated in Japan, just go along with it

Warnings for: slight references to past fights/violence, swearing, vulgarity/rudeness, and teens acting like teens/20-somehting year olds acting like 20-something year olds

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10 years ago

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“Hey Katou, do you wanna go trick-or-treating?” Katsumi had just managed to make Katou freeze with this question.

“Wha?”

“Dad’s busy, and he said that I can only go if someone takes me, and I know you like candy, and there’s a street with a ton of returned-from-America-and-loved-Halloween people who have some of the biggest KitKats you’ve ever seen.” Katsumi can see the gears turning in Katou’s head, the fifteen year-old’s love of candy and junk food outweighing whatever it is that makes him hesitate on the opportunity of a night of free candy of mischief….

“Can you get Suedo in on this?” ….And that’s what Katsumi’s been waiting for.

“Yeah, no problem!” he practically shouts as he runs off to find Suedo.

Katou huffs a small laugh out. Here he was, hoping to work a double shift that day and there was good old Katsumi messing up all his plans. He moves the shifts around in his head, figuring out how to work this. If he works double on the weekend, he’ll make up what he’s gonna miss on Friday, as long as he calls in missing on time. Might as well do it today rather than be a dick and just not show up in three days. This probably also means he needs a costume.

-3 days later-

It’s 6 pm, right on the dot, and Katou’s waiting for Suedo and Katsumi to meet him at the corner like they said they would. He even dressed up for today, impersonating a mad scientist with a lab coat, goggles, neon yellow gloves, and beaker full of food-coloring and Sprite. Katou gets his phone out to check the time again, and then scrolls through the news.

“Oi, dumbass!” snaps him out of his thoughts, and Suedo jogs up to him, a slightly out-of-breath Katsumi jogging up behind him, and-

“What the hell are you wearing?” Suedo glances down and then strikes a pose.

“What, you don’t like my costume? Look, I dressed up as you. Sweet costume by the way.”

“Thanks, and you’re wearing a skeleton costume??”

“Yes.”

“Is this your way of saying i’m a dead man, or that you think I need to eat more?”

“Katou, we have been friends since we were old enough to remember, we live next door to one another, trust me when i say that I know how often you do and do not eat, and you already know my personal opinions on that, but moving on, check out Katusmi’s costume!”

“….Frankenstein?”

Katsumi finally jumps into the conversation, nodding enthusiastically as he spins around to show off his costume.

“Thoughts?”

“’Ts nice, man. Now let’s go, I gotta go back before it’s too late, we’re celebrating Día de Muertos from tonight to the 2nd.”

“Okay, okay, come on!” And off the three go, passing by bright Halloween decorations that light up the streets in almost-dark.

They all manage to score full bags of candy that night, and it’s totally worth every minute. They all agree that this is the best part of the ‘treat’ in ‘trick-or-treat’.

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Present day

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“Hey guys, wanna do something stupid for Halloween?” Katsumi asks as Suedo and Katou walk in. They look at each other, nod, and then face him.

“Yeah, whatcha got?” Suedo is the first to ask, he’s always been a little more willing to do this type of stupid shit than Katou.

“So, you know how we joke about dressing up like each other?”

“…Yeah?”

“So, hear me out, what we do is..” Katsumi whispers the plan to the 25 year-olds in front of him, and both of them grin wide at hearing it.

“That’s fuckign hilarious!”

“Hell yeah, I’m in!”

“Suedo, you’re gonna help me and Katou with convincing them, aight?”

“Aight!” “Aight!”

-The next day-

Doppo enters the dojo with Retsu, and notices two things.

The first is the amount of Halloween costumes and decorations.

The second is that each and every single student is looking at the two of them and snickering, whether muffled or not.

What’s going on? is a questing that both he and Retsu ask themselves silently before they walk inside……………and see the class being taught by a tall, bald, muscular man with an eyepatch.

“Alright, now you try it,” and his voice sounds like a fairly good imitation of Doppo Orochi’s.

“Who are you?” Retsu asks the man as the he walks up to him.

“He’s Doppo Orochi, God of War, founder of the Shinshinkai, Retsu, can’t you tell?” The unexpected reply comes from Suedo, who, by the look on his face, is in on the joke, and also trying hard to not laugh, along with everyone else. The ‘look-alike’ continues teaching as though Doppo and Retsu are not there.

“Alright, so half of you practice this move, and half of you go with Retsu in the other room to learn the block.”

And sure enough, peeking into the other room shows someone pretty tall and with a long braid teaching the students how to fight bare-handed against someone with a staff or sword. Retsu sneaks up behind the guy, or tries to. The imposter does a flip over him with the aid of the staff, lands on his feet in front of Retsu, and it’s now obviously Katou, wearing an outfit similar to Retsu’s everyday clothes, with his hair in a braid, his scar covered up by makeup, and his eyebrows drawn bigger to ridiculous proportions.

“Before you say anything, I want it on record I was dragged into this by the other two,” and wow, his voice is actually an almost perfect imitation of Retsu’s.

Retsu face palms and asks, “Who are the other two?” knowing the answer before it comes out of katou’s mouth.

“Katsumi and Suedo.”

Retsu runs back into the first room, grabs the fake “God of War” and drags him in front of the real deal

And then Doppo sees the grin in his eyes, the almost rectangular eyebrows, and recognizes his son in the costume.

“Katsumi?”

“Yes?”

Doppo turns on his heel and motions for Retsu to follow. They walk into the office, followed by the snickers and outright laughter of some of the other students.

But Katou, Katusmi, and Suedo all look at each other with the slightest nervousness. Did they go too far this time?

Their question is answered almost an hour later, when the doors of the office open again, and everyone pauses the drill and breaks into laughter as they see Doppo walk in with a ridiculous wig and a sticker in the shape of an eye stuck onto where his eyepatch would normally be. The laughter swells again when everyone sees Retsu sporting a hoodie, sweatpants, hair out of it’s braid for the first time in known history, and a fake scar made of who-knows-what criss-crossing his face. The two walk up to where Katsumi is standing, and both bow.

“Ossu!” “Ossu!”

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End

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Post-Script: For the rest of the day the four trade roles. Shockingly enough Katou and Katsumi are excellent teachers, and both Doppo and Retsu appreciate the few hours off. On the other side, the trio all exchange high-fives. This is the kind of stuff that Halloween is supposed to be about to them, this was the good version of the ‘trick’ in ‘trick-or-treat’.

#i just saw this the minute i opened my laptop this morning and i had to write it #shinshinkai nonsense #shinshinkai squad #baki the grappler #grappler baki #btg #my writing #drabbles #ask meme #mod z answers asks #this kinda got away from me but the og idea i had was just katsumi dressing as doppo and i #it kinda cartwheeled form there #elenaxnena

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fandom-scribe · 6 years ago

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Dick and Dami Week: Day 1 - Dynamic Duo

Title: Well-Founded Reasons

Word Count: 3,635

Author’s Note: Here’s the fic for day 1, 6 days late as per usual! I honestly don’t know how it got so long but whatever. It’s a Revsere!Age AU, an AU I’m gonna be exploring in a longer fic that’s in the works right now.

Shout out the anyone that recognizes the reference and where it’s from!

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Damian hadn’t liked the idea of sharing his mantle when Drake came on the scene. He hadn’t been done with it, hadn’t approved of the new holder, and wasn’t going to let some know-it-all sully the name he had spent so long building. It wasn’t right for Drake to demand his costume, wasn’t fair that Father had let him take it. So Damian had done the only thing he could.

He took his mantle back.

He had ripped the cape and mask off Drake right there on that rooftop, couldn’t have cared less who saw. It wouldn’t’ve been a threat to their secret identities: Drake wasn’t connected to them, wasn’t apart of the team. Who cared if he was caught in a torn costume on a rooftop in the middle of the night? It wasn’t Damian’s problem. In fact, very little managed to bring Damian as much joy as that moment had. Glaring at the shot down bird, watching him desperately trying to pick up his plucked feathers - it was the epitome of satisfaction. That is, until Batman crashed the moment, swooping in the save the damaged bird and heal its broken wings.

It was probably that moment that motivated Drake to hand over his own mantle when the time came. It was infuriating how Father had praised Drake for giving Todd his suit, but not as infuriating as Drake’s smugness and holier-than-thou attitude. It was so so obvious that he was only passing on his mantle to get under Damian’s skin. The way he had glared at Damian beforehand and the smirk on his lips as he made the offer - how could anyone else see it!? It had taken everything not to knock Drake out in that moment, and taken even more not to offer up his own old mantle, just to prove something.

Of course, then Todd had gone and died in Drake’s costume which really stained the whole affair.

It would be a lie to say that Richard’s arrival hadn’t worried Damian just a bit. Damian knew how the story went, knew the exact dance that was his father bringing in a new child. There was never a doubt in his mind that they would end up right here, with Richard preparing for his first night in the field. The question was what would he wear. Would he want to carry on Tim and Jason’s legacy? What he be allowed to? Who would stop him? Damian found himself, for the second time, with the urge to offer his own mantle in hopes of never having to answer those questions.

(For some reason, the idea of Richard being the second Shadow didn’t bother Damian as much as he thought it would. He was certainly a better successor than Drake. But, then again, everyone was better than Drake.)

Luckily, any intervention on his part was unneeded. Richard didn’t want to take on Tim and Jason’s mantle: he already had ideas for his own. Sketches and magazine clip outs had seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Richard had talked a mile a minute trying to explain it all. All Damian could do was zone out, dazed by the amount of preparation the boy had done for something Damian hadn’t even considered.

Perhaps if he had paid more attention, Damian couldn’t help but mull, he would’ve been better prepared for… this.

“Ta-da!” Richard exclaimed as he bounced around in his new costume. It was Damian’s fault. He should’ve supervised more, should’ve looked over Richard’s sketches and gone to the fittings. How did he ever think for a second that a 9-year-old could craft a practical uniform?

Richard’s design was… ridiculous, to say the least. He looked like a living traffic light in the bright reds, greens, and yellows that wrapped his body. His cape was comically short, the hem of it fluttering around his waist as hopped from foot to foot, and - oh my gosh - what was with his shoes? They were slip-ons of all things, flimsy with no type of arch or ankle support, and with their… unique shape, they could only be classified as pixie boots, something one might find in a pop-up Halloween store.

But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was his pants - or, rather, his lack of pants.

Panties, that’s what they were. Scaly, green, sequined panties. While Richard’s skin was not pale by any means, his bare legs seemed to glow in the Batcave’s fluorescent lights. Damian could already see the blood and scars that would mar the smooth skin if they weren’t covered soon. Richard’s suit seemed to have no reinforcement but even the shoddy fabric that made up his vest would be a better alternative.

How could Richard think this was an acceptable outfit?

How could Pennyworth let this happen?

How did he let this happen?

“Damian?”

Damian blinked, realizing he’d been staring for too long. Richard had yet to still but he had deflated from a joyful jig to an awkward shuffle. His eyes were wide and inquisitive as he wrung a black domino mask between his hands. “So, uh, whatcha think?”

“Absolutely not.”

Richard’s face practically shattered, his nose scrunching, brows furrowing, and muscles stiffening before Damian could process his own words. He sniffed once, twice - oh no he was going to cry, wasn’t he? For a quick second, Richard’s blue eyes brimmed with tears, but then he squeezed his eyes closed tightly. When he opened them all signs of tears where gone, leaving behind a look of devastating disappointment and hurt.

The pain in Damian’s chest that look left behind was more than annoying.

“I am appalled that you would even think this to be an acceptable ensemble,” Damian continued, hoping the balm that was his words would soothe that annoying pain. “No type of padding, no reinforcement, you are not even 100 percent covered! Is this some type of game to you? Are you trying to get injured out there? If you cannot take this seriously–”

“I am taking this seriously!” Richard exclaimed, his voice laced with panic. Or maybe it was Damian who was panicking, though he wasn’t quite sure why. He was angry but there was something else there, something he didn’t quite want to analyze, nearly afraid with what he would find if he did.

(It was something that had been there for some time now, ever since that night when Richard had entered his room and took it upon himself actually asked how Damian was feeling about his presence and tried to compromise with him.)

“You obviously are not. A bullet would rip through that material like tissue paper, a blind person could those colors 3 miles away, and do not even get me started on your legs! Did you honestly think you could fight crime in panties?”

“They’re not panties!”

“Yeah, and I’m not Batman.”

“You’re not Batman! Bruce is Batman!”

“Father is dead! We have talked about this, Grayson!” Grayson reeled back, as if the sound of his name had physically assaulted him. Maybe it had, considering how long it took for them to get to a first name basis, but Damian couldn’t make himself care. They had talked about it, many many times. And Grayson had encouraged him to take the mantle, had said Damian would be a great Batman, had wanted to work beside him. But apparently he had lied.

Damian didn’t have time for liars.

“Just… go to your room. I refuse to patrol with a laughingstock.” Damian spun on his heels and stalked towards the Batcomputer, ignoring the sharp gasp of pain and sniff Grayson had expelled. He plopped down in the computer’s plush rolling chair, busying himself with powering up the computer as the sound of velcro - velcro - filled the cave. A quick glance over his shoulder showed that Grayson had discarded the cape and vest on the ground, revealing that the shorts were in fact not panties, but rather the bottom part of a green unitard.

Still didn’t explain the questionable placement of sequin.

With a muted sigh, Damian turned back to the computer, losing himself in the files as Grayson sulked away.

~*~

“How could you let Grayson wear such an atrocity!?” Damian exclaimed as soon as he entered the kitchen. He still wore the Batsuit’s under armor despite the strict rule to leave all uniform pieces in the bunker below. He couldn’t make himself take off everything, was frustrated that he even had to take off anything. But he couldn’t go patrolling by himself. Not while bearing this mantle. It didn’t feel right.

“Whatever do you mean, Master Damian?” Pennyworth replied with that tone, the one that was uniquely Pennyworth and completely infuriating.

“You know exactly what I mean, Pennyworth. That costume of Grayson’s is completely unacceptable! He will die wearing that!”

Pennyworth sighed. He placed down the spoon he was using to stir their post-patrol dinner, turned down the stove’s flame, and turned towards Damian, a gray eyebrow raised. “There seems to be some misunderstanding, young sir. I do not design the costume, I simply stitch it together. It is your responsibility to make sure that Young Master Richard is properly dressed for any outings you may have, and to assure that he is properly protected during said outings. I may give the occasional critique or sought after advice but other than that, I have no duty to make anything acceptable.”

“That is bullshit!” Damian snarled, his scowl only deepening when Pennyworth had the audacity to chide his language. “You spent my entire childhood wrangling Father into taking care of himself and making sure he was always in proper condition before letting him out for the night. Do not tell me that you cannot do the same for Grayson!”

“As your father’s former guardian, I took it as a personal responsibility to make sure he was always in good health. You are Master Richard’s guardian now, thus it is your responsibility to do the same for him. I gave him my concerns and learned his well-founded reasons for wanting to wear such an outfit. I still did not agree, however, he assured me he had your approval. …You did approve his costume, right Master Damian?”

Damian pressed his lips tightly together, fighting against the heat spreading across his face. He could not remember what he had said when Grayson presented his ideas. Had he simply waved the boy off or did he actually give some sort of appraisal? Whatever remarks he had made, he had accidentally given the child the impression that he approved of his choice in outfit.

Pennyworth’s silver eyes roamed his face knowingly before he let out an inaudible sigh. With a small shake of his head, he turned back to his cooking, returning the flame to its previous height and picking up the spoon once more. “I believe we have found the problem. You said you wanted to be Master Richard’s new guardian. This is what comes with the title.”

Damian worked his jaw, fist clenching and unclenching at his side. The problem has indeed been found and it was him. He wanted to argue, but he knew Pennyworth was correct. He had neglected his duties as Grayson’s guardian. With a grunt he made up his mind, straightening his back and turning on his heels. He’ll talk to the boy, discover his “well-founded reasons” behind the abomination that was his costume, and then make him see reason.

“Oh, and Master Damian?” Pennyworth called out as Damian strode towards the door. Damian looked over his shoulder at the elder, watching as Pennyworth turned off the stove and balanced the spoon on the edge of the pot. “I hope you do not actually believe that I would ever let Master Richard outside the house dressed like that. I would never comprise a real costume out of such cheap fabric and velcro.”

~*~

Damian found Grayson curled up in the center of his bed, his room nothing but a mosaic of shadows. It was a pitiful sight, one that made Damian feel a great amount of shame for a reason he couldn’t explain. It was obvious that the boy was crying, even if he wasn’t making a sound. The way his whole body shook and the light hitches in his breath was evidence enough.

“Gray-… em, Richard?” Damian winced at his stutter, and winced again as Richard stiffened on the bed. He froze before curling further into himself, leaving Damian to fight the desire to grab him by the ankle and force him to uncurl. Instead, Damian busied his hands with finding the light switch, flooding the room with light once he found it. “Richard, I just want to talk.”

Damian waited with bated breath for some type of acknowledgment. His fingers wouldn’t stop fluttering, which only served to worsen his agitation. He had been trained by the best to control all nervous tics, yet here he was, unable to hide how uncomfortable he was. And why was he so uncomfortable? He was well versed in dealing with other’s idiocy and held faith in his ability to change Richard’s mind. So why was simply speaking to the distraught boy so hard? With a heavy sigh, Damian tried again.

“Richar-”

“What do you want?” The response itself was unexpected, but the dejected tone was even worse. Richard sounded as he did when he first came to the Manor, deep in mourning and filled with anger and despair. Damian had to admit it: that tone broke his heart.

“Richard, please, sit up. I want to know why you designed your costume the way you did.”

“I already told you,” Richard said as he pulled himself into a sitting position anyway. His bright blue eyes were dull and lifeless, partly hidden by usually bouncy curls that hung in his face. Everything about Richard seemed to droop, from his hair to his lips to his posture. It was wrong on so many levels: even after his parents’ deaths, Richard had had a stubborn spring to his step.

“I admit that I was not the most attentive when you took the time to explain your choices to me. For that, I apologize. I am ready to listen now, if you are willing to explain once more.”

The look Richard gave him was not the trustworthy one that Damian had come to expect from the boy. Still, Richard straightened ever so slightly and gave a small nod. Then he held out a piece of crumpled paper.

“What…?” Damian whispered as took the paper. Smoothing it out he saw that it was a picture. From it, Richard smiled up at him, eyes sparkling and smile so wide that Damian could feel his own cheeks cramping. Damian ran his thumb over the image, taking it all in. The trailers in the background, the blur in the corner where a finger was covering the camera’s lens, the costume Richard wore-

The costume Richard wore.

Damian felt sick as his eyes roamed over the attire Richard adorned in the photo. It was, in its most basic sense, a sparklier version of the costume he had tried to wear tonight. A tight green unitard hugged his tiny body, the top part of it covered by a red vest that hadn’t been properly fastened; a golden sash was tied tightly around his waist, and the tips of those damn pixie boots pointed sky-high. There was even a cape, one with a ridiculously high collar that Damian was glad Richard didn’t try to duplicate, though he’d wish he had kept the length the same. Well, at least he decided to tone down on the sequin, that marked everything besides the boots and the vest.

“That was supposed to be our costume for the next show,” Richard said, pulling Damian’s attention back to him. “Y’know, the one after Gotham. But then… then the trapeze… the line, it… y’know! And I’m never leaving Gotham so I thought why not wear it now? I loved that costume so I thought maybe with a few alterations it could be Robin’s costume!”

“Robin?”

Richard sighed, head hanging as he pulled at the comforter beneath him. “It was my mom’s nickname for me. I wanted to use it as my superhero name. I know it’s stupid-”

“No, it is… understandable. But you must understand that… this costume its… its, um-” Damian pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down until the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Silence was better than stuttering and stuttering was all Damian could do right now. He had been prepared to set Richard straight but he hadn’t been prepared for this. How could he tell Richard that the costume of his parents was wrong?

You’ve already did, a nasty voice whispered in the back of Damian’s mind, causing Damian to flinch. He couldn’t even be mad at it: he had already told Richard in very clear, very harsh, words exactly what he thought of his parents’ costume.

“Richard, while I can understand the sentimental logic behind your choices, I simply cannot allow you to fight crime in that outfit. The skills you’ve learned on the trapeze may have been adaptable to your fighting style, the same cannot be said for your circus costume.”

“But I made alterations! Like the cape! I shortened it since that one was more for show and not really for flying-”

“And it would be an excellent alteration if you was on the trapeze. But crime fighting is more than just ‘flying’, as you put it. The costume does not work Richard. I am sorry.” Damian didn’t know what exactly he was sorry for but it felt like the right thing to say. Still, Richard’s shoulders slumped and his lip wobbled.

“But-” Richard was cut off as a sob escaped his lips. He quickly threw an arm over his eyes, but that did little to hide the shake of his body or the sounds he tried hard to quell. It took everything within Damian not to fidget; he didn’t know what to say or do to calm Richard down.

“But, I don’t - have any - other - ideas! Bat-Batman needs a - partner. Please, Dami!” Richard choked out between sobs.

“We will figure out something,” Damian said in what he hoped to be a soothing tone. However, his words only seemed to make Richard curl into himself once more. He shook his head wildly, pulling his feet onto the bed and sandwiching his head between his knees. Damian could do nothing but sit there awkward and attempt to block out the scene next to him until Richard could calm himself. When he finally did, he was back to the zombie-like state Damian had found him in, body so still Damian was sure if he was breathing.

“Richard…” No response. Damian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, already regretting the words about to come off his lips. “You can wear the costume tonight.”

Richard’s head shot up, bloodshot eyes wide and mouth agape.

“But only for tonight. Tomorrow we will try to make some more alterations. Like pants. There are leotards with pants, you know.”

“Pants!? Pants are a luxury! My costume is designed to be aerodynamically perfect,” Richard announced with the huge smile Damian was used to.

“Richard…” Damin drawled and, no, Damian most certainly was not grinning.

“What happened to safety? If I were to wear pants, my crime-fighting abilities would be decreased by 20%! I can’t afford that, can you?“ By now Richard was practically vibrating in his seat. Damian shook his head, slightly turning his face away - not to hide his smile or anything, though. Damian was not smiling. Honestly!

“You’re insufferable, Richard. Go get dress, we are already late.”

Richard pushed himself halfway off the bed before freezing, the smile on his face slowly melting away. “But, I thought you didn’t want to patrol with a laughingstock…” Damian flinched once more, this time harder with no hopes of hiding it.

“You are not a laughingstock, Richard, and I am sorry for calling you one. Anyone who dares to laugh at you will have to deal with my sword! Try laughing at that.”

A heavy weight Damian hadn’t noticed before lifted from his chest as Richard’s smile sprung back into place, and the boy gave a hearty laugh. “Batman doesn’t carry a sword, silly!”

“This one does. Now go, Richard!”

Richard darted out of the room, faster than any speedster. Damian didn’t move right away. He would have to keep Richard safe tonight. Keep Richard on the rooftops, away from any fighting. Tonight would obviously be mostly charity work, maybe a chance to work on Richard’s observational skills. Everything would be fine. Tomorrow they’ll get him a new uniform and then the real stuff could begin.

With a solid plan in mind, Damian pushed himself off the bed. A quick word to Alfred, then he was in the Batcave, slipping on the remainder of the Batsuit. Soon enough they were strapped in the Batmobile, ready for their first night at the new Dynamic Duo.

“Ready, Robin?” Damian asked the boy next to him, secretly liking the way the chosen name felt on his tongue. Richard, who was one second from exploding with excitement, could barely answer and settled on a jerky nod instead. With a smirk, Damian reached over and turned on the air conditioning to its highest setting.

“Hey!” Richard screeched.

Damian watched with enjoyment as the boy shivered, his bare legs pimpling with goosebumps. Richard pulled his knees to his chest, desperately trying to wrap his ridiculously short cape around his naked skin. Damian held his breath to keep from laughing and focused on maneuvering the car out the cave.

Oh, yes. Richard would definitely be wearing pants tomorrow.

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 5 years ago

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SE MCs background chapter 9: First Love

This is probably gonna be short?? Idk. But anyway after this chapter I will be writing a little short, not rlly a chapter, story or whatever about their childhood memories to show some sweet sibling love and stuff! Those memories will be related to throughout the story so I just decided to make a whole little story (?) about them or something. Anyway enjoy! Also, the way a person in here meets Sarah is so cliche but whatever-

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“Sarah! It’s time to get up!” I opened my eyes and instantly felt too tired to move. It was Monday and 8 am. No one deserves to be awaken at this time. Especially me, a person who only gets like 4 hours of sleep a night. However, it had to be done. I was in college and I had to get used to waking up early on Mondays. But at least I get over with all of my classes at 3 PM! It’s like regular school, but the classes are so harder, but it’s to be expected of a college. I was studying to become a teacher. I loved little kids and wanted to teach them. It didn’t matter what it was, I just wanted to teach them. So, it’s why I was learning to become an elementary teacher. Sepcifically, a 3rd grade teacher, or anything below that. I’d rather deal with little children and not children who are going through a lot of emotions (5th graders). I could barely handle my emotions at that age, so dealing with maybe 20+ kids? Nope, nada, no.

I groaned and decided to get up and get dressed. I wore a black dress with black leggings. It was hot, so probably a bad decision, but I didn’t care. I always make bad decisions. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen to see everyone up. I must’ve been the last one. “You’re 24, when are you going to get up by yourself?” Alexandra said to me, with a little smirk on her face. She’s the eldest and has always been the best. Well, in my eyes, she was the best. Sure she had her flaws, but she kept us in line and loved us all. I stuck my tongue out at her and grabbed a cup and poured myself some orange juice. “Whenever I start sleeping better,” I told her. Her eyes got soft and worried. “Well, have you been taking that medicine?” I looked away and shook my head. “It doesn’t work. 5 mg of melatonin isn’t working. Maybe I need to up it a little bit more?” “Maybe you’re just not trying hard enough,” I heard someone say behind me.

I turned around and noticed Zed sitting there, eating his waffles like he did every day. He loved waffles. I was more of a pancake gal, but whatever. I stuck my tongue out at him, like I did to my sister. “Hey, I do try. I just...suck at sleeping.” Zed made a hum sound and continued to eat. I sat down next to him and Alexandra and drank my orange juice peacefully. “You going to eat? You have to eat so your stomach won’t hurt with your medicine.” I have ADD and I take medicine for it. However, my stomach hurts if I don’t eat anything. I shrugged. “I’ll get something on campus.” Alexandra didn’t like that answer.

“Eat. Now. I don’t want you to be distracted by your stomach,” she said in a harsh tone, but I knew she was concerned under everything. I rolled my eyes in a playful way and got a croissant biscuit thing I could heat up in the microwave. I decided to be a bit greedy and got two. My stomach would thank me later. I heated everything up, ate it, and got my backpack and stuff ready for my class. “Where is everyone else?” “Mom and dad are at work, Jacob is sleeping in since his classes start later, and Christopher is doing the same thing.” Lucky. I wish I could sleep in. “Okay. Well I’ll see y’all when I get home.” Zed and Alexandra both wished me a good day and I walked out the door.

I got into my car and it was so hot. The summer heat is terrible these days. I turned the air conditioner on and began to drive to my college. I got there with 10 minutes to get to my class. I grabbed my backpack and ran to my class. I was in the building and was close to my class when I ran into someone. We both ended up falling to the ground. The person was carrying books but now they were all over the floor. Luckily, my backpack was closed. I looked up at noticed a guy with blonde hair. He had pink eyes but with a dazed look on his face. “Ah, I’m so sorry! I was just rushing,” I told him as I helped him up and handed him his books. He took the books from me and had a soft smile on his face. Now that I looked closer, he did look pretty handsome. From the books he had, I could tell he was studying about welding, or something to do with cars.

“It’s okay! I can see that you’re rushing,” he said with a smile. Man this guy seemed really nice already. I smiled back and started to run off again. “Sorry! I hope we can talk more soon!” I yelled as I ran through the halls towards my class. I sat down in my chair in my class right before the late bell rang. I sighed and class began. I couldn’t help but think about that boy throughout class. I don’t know why he stuck with me, but he did. I payed attention and before I knew it, class was over. I had no more classes that day, which was my lucky day. I began to walk down the hallways to get back to the parking lot. This time I had no rush and I looked around the hallways. There were different rooms and other hallways.

I eventually passed the cafeteria and I saw that boy once again. He was talking with another boy and he seemed very shy, or anxious, I have a hard time reading people. I shrugged it off and continued my walk to my car. However, the boy must’ve noticed me because I heard someone shout “Sarah!” I turned around and saw that boy jogging up to me. I smiled and waved at him. “Hey,” I said a little bit shyly. He smiled and introduced himself. His name was Oliver. He was my age too, that was nice. I looked into his eyes as me and him talked for awhile. He seemed like a nice guy, so we sat down and continued to talk. I noticed that his eyes glowed once. His pink eyes getting a bit pinker and brighter. It was weird and I shook my head.

My mind must be going crazy. However, I felt the need to be closer to him, to know him better. It was weird. I never usually get this close to people this fast. I just...felt this urge to want to be with him. Maybe love at first sight? Who knows. I’ve never really believed in it, but maybe it is real? I just continued talking to him.

As the days went on, I began thinking a bit more about it, I even got his phone number so we could chat from time to time. He asked me to hang out a few times and we had a blast. Alexandra and Jacob would always give the usual “if he hurts you, I’ll kill him,” speech. They did it to everyone in this family. Alexandra would do it to Jacob if he had a date, Jacob would do it to Alexandra, they would both do it to me and Christopher, and it was all a mess. But it made me feel happy. It showed me that they actually cared for me. I usually doubted if I was worth caring for. But they made me feel worth it, so my self esteem was rising slowly. Not getting too high, but I began to feel a bit better about myself.

One day I was playing my violin in the orchestra room of my college. I wasnt going to school to teach music, but it would be interesting if I did. Maybe I’d go back to school one day and learn more about music so I can teach kids about it. However, I still loved playing my violin and playing new songs. It kept me at peace and helped me relax from a hard day. The sounds it can make and how soft or loud it can be makes me calm. Ive played since I was in 6th grade, so I’ve been playing for a long time. I still have to write the letters underneath the notes, but that doesn’t matter. I was playing my 2nd time through “This is Halloween” on my violin, when I heard a knock at the door. The door was open so I turned around and saw Oliver leaning against the door.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said with a smile. My heart did a little leap. I put my bow on a stand but didn’t put down my violin. I motioned for him to come closer. “Whatcha playing?” I smiled and blushed. I was happy he was interested into my music. Even if he only asked ‘what are you playing’ it still made me happy. “This is Halloween,” I told him. I picked up my bow and began to play it once more. It’s not because I didn’t want to talk to him, but I did want to show off. Maybe impress him a bit. I don’t know when that happened. I just wanted to impress him all the time. I ignored my feelings and let my hands do the work. The bow would go down slowly, then faster, then fast but soft at the same time, and I loved it. I occasionally looked over at Oliver and saw him watching me. I blushed a bit and messed up but kept going. That was almost the number one rule in playing. If you mess up, keep going. If you’re in a big orchestra group, wait until you know where you are in the music and start playing again.

I finish the song and he starts to applaud me softly. I smile and take a bow. We both laughed and he just smiled. “What?” I said while smiling back at him with a blush on my face. “Oh nothing. It’s just. You look so beautiful when you play the violin. You put your heart into it, and it’s amazing.” I was caught off guard. No one had ever really complimented me about my violin other than my siblings and my parents. It made me feel special. I put my violin down. “Thanks,” I said while taking his hand. His eyes glowed and I felt heat rise into my body. Before I knew what I did, I leaned in and kissed him. He closed his eyes, as if he wasn’t surprised by my sudden action. He pulled me closer and his body was so warm. It felt amazing.

After a minute or so, he pulled away from me. “Wow,” he said while trying to catch his breath. I laughed. I looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed. I don’t know why I did that, I just felt the need to. I mean, I did feel some feelings for him but I wasn’t sure if they were like that. I guess it doesn’t matter right now, I already did something I can’t take back, and I think I know my feelings. “It’s forward but, do you wanna be something? It’s fine if not, but Id like it if it could happen,” he said while blushing. I think that’s the first time seeing him blush. It was adorable. I nodded and smiled so hard. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a boyfriend. Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve loved anyone else other than my family. I’ve stopped dating for awhile since everyone seemed just not right.

Let’s see how this one goes.

#se #sweet enchantments #se MC #sweet enchantments mc #my writing

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soaimagines · 7 years ago

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happy halloween 🎃

Holly-day Series: Part One

Pairing: Happy x OC (Holly)

Word Count: 3,560

Warnings: language, i think thats it

Authors Note: This is Part One of my Holiday series (with my first ever OC). Every major holiday I will be continuing this series, I am super excited for this and I hope you all enjoy 💕🎃 I have also linked an image of the costumes I imagined throughout the story (just click on their names). This will also be my entry for the @samperv challenge! Let me know what you all think, feedback is always welcome! Masterlist Happy Thanksgiving ( Part Two )

Hollys Costume & Makeup

“Hey Hol, are you almost done with my laptop?” Juice called across the clubhouse, as he laced up his boots, one foot up on the coffee table and the other stood firmly on the ground. The brunette at the bar ignored him, her eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.

“She not talking to you man?” Tig asked, an amused look on his face at the idea of drama between his brother and Holly, Donna’s cousin. Juice shrugged and rolled his eyes before walking across the room. Tig followed him and they both leant against the bar, either side of her. “Whatcha looking at?” Juice asked, and pushed the corner of the laptop so he could see the screen. Images of halloween makeup filled the screen, all bloody and gory. “You know its only August, right?” Juice teased. Holly rolled her eyes and pulled the lap top back in front of her and continued scrolling. “I wanna get my costume ready.” “Aren’t you a little too old to go trick-or-treating?” Tig asked. Holly snorted. “Its for the party.” Juice tilted his head to the side in confusion. “What party?” Holly closed the tab on the screen and shut the laptop before pushing it back to Juice. “The Halloween party.” She said, as if it was obvious, before she slid off the stool and went behind the bar to grab some beers. “You’re kidding right?” “Juice I never joke about the holidays.” Holly said as she opened a beer and passed it to Tig. “You can throw a party, sweetheart. But no one’s gonna dress up.” Tig stated. As he said that, Bobby and Chibs walked through the door and sat at the bar alongside their brothers. Holly pulled two more beers out of the fridge for the newcomers and passed them to the men. With a furrowed brows, and her lips pouting out and she turned to Tig. “Ya know, I thought you would have liked playing dress up, Tiggy.” “Oh baby, I do.” Tig winked. “But only in the bedroom.” “Whats this?” Bobby asked, though if he was honest he wasnt sure he wanted to know. “Holly wants to throw a Halloween party” Juice explained, with a shake of his head. “I don’t want to, I am.” She emphasised the last word. Bobby chuckled and shook his head. “Not gonna happen sweetheart. There’s only two things Halloween is good for. Cavities and diabetes.” “Well heaven forbid a SAMCRO party has a fucking theme for once.” “They do have a theme,” Tig said, a cheeky smile on his face. “Pussy and booze.” The boys all laughed while Holly grimaced and buried her face in her hands.

It was almost ten months ago that Holly became the newest addition the the SAMCRO family. She was Donna Winston’s cousin and after Donnas death she had taken it upon herself to help Opie with the kids and had moved in with him shortly after. Every morning she woke the kids, despite their protests, made breakfast and dropped them off for school. Then, she would spend the day helping Gemma in the office, or cleaning up around the club house, or on the odd occasion helping the boys in the garage before rounding the kids up after school and taking them home. She was a breath of fresh air when the club needed it most, and although she may not realise it, she had that club wrapped around her little finger. For a lot of them she was the sister they never had. She could drink the guys under the table and in the morning she’d wake them up with a smile on her face and steaming mug of coffee.

Gemma, while hesitant at first, had soon grown to love Holly and had taken her under her wing. Even Clay had a soft spot for her, allowing her to get away with far more than any one else that hung around. In fact, the whole club adored her. So Juice wasn’t entirely surprised when he saw Holly’s plans for a Halloween Party were coming together. Of all the members of the Sons, she was closest to Juice, being of similar ages. They had hit it off instantly and neither of them could deny the initial attraction between the two, but after a drunken make out session that was nothing but awkward, they had both agreed there was nothing romantic between them. Only friendship. He was working in the garage when he saw her car pull up and he watched, wiping his greased hands on a rag as she got out and struggling to lift a box out of the trunk of her car. “You need a hand?” Juice called, as he jogged across the lot. “Thanks!” Holly smiled and passed the box to Juice who lifted it easily from her grasp. “What’s all this?” He asked as she turned back to the car and grabbed two large bags out before slamming it shut. “Decorations.” Together they began the walk across the lot, and Juice balanced the box against his body as he opened the door with one hand, holding it open for Holly. She smiled in thanks and entered the clubhouse. “Clays okay with all of this?” “Uh-huh!” Holly nodded and dumped the bags on the nearest table. “He said the prospects will help me set up.” Juice shook his head in disbelief while Holly flashed him a smug smile and a wink. “Where are the prospects anyway? Jax wanted me to go through some stuff with them.” “They went to pick up the fog machine and some more decorations.” Halloween was in five days and Holly had prepared a strict schedule in order to get everything ready for the party. She was a stickler for details and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect, since it was the first holiday event that she had been allowed to host at the clubhouse. The door burst open and in came the booming voices of Opie, Jax, Chibs, and Tig. Juice went to talk to them and Holly turned away, immediately getting back into business mode and sorting through the bags. She didn’t notice the guys surrounding her as she pulled faux cobwebs out of the bags, her mind solely focused on the decorations. “This all for the party?” Tig asked, lifting a skeleton out the box. Holly grabbed the decoration and slapped his hand away. “Yes, don’t touch.” Tig raised his hands in defence and pretended to back away. “You guys got your costumes ready?” The boys all nodded and Holly couldn’t help but grin. Despite their initial resistance to the party, everyone had come round to the idea. Maybe it was because they all loved Holly, and no one wanted to disappoint her, especially after seeing all the effort she was putting into this. Or maybe it was because secretly they all loved the idea of dressing up. But, most likely it was because she had threatened them for the past weeks that if they didn’t come in costume, she would cut all their dicks off. “So is your boyfriend coming?” Tig asked as he sunk down into a chair and swung his legs up, using a spare chair as a footrest. The guys chuckled while Holly rolled her eyes, the mere thought of Happy Lowman bringing a blush to her cheeks. “He’s not my boyfriend. I don’t even like him anymore.” She was lying through her teeth and they all knew it. “Yeah,” Opie snorted. “And my wife’s not a pornstar.”

The boys all laughed while Holly groaned. After yet another drunken night Holly had regretfully confessed to Opie, telling him about her feelings for his Brother and Opie ‘Big-Mouth’ Winston had taken it upon himself to tell almost everyone. Ever since, the guys had teased her relentlessly. She was sick of their teasing and she had decided to try a new tactic, in which she, albeit rather badly, pretended she had moved on. No one needed to know that it was a lie or that when she saw him her legs turned to jelly or that the sound of his voice made her swoon and dream up names for their future children. “Hate to break it to ya Hol, but I don’t think Hap will come.” Jax said, as he too sunk into a chair. Holly rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as she leant against the table. Before she could give herself a mental pat on the back for her award worthy acting, she knocked a jar of candy corn off the table, causing the sweets to scatter across the carpet. With a mutter of ‘Shit’ she knelt, quickly working to clean up the mess.

“Yeah, I mean, you really think the Killer is gonna dress up?” Opie laughed. “I’m gonna ‘ave to agree with the boys, luv. I don’ think Happy’s a holiday kinda guy.” Chibs said. “Well it doesn’t matter anyway.” Holly said as she stood and snatched some decorations from Jax’s grasp. “Like I said, I don’t like him anymore.”

Holly hadn’t been lying when she said she loved the holidays and of them all, Halloween was by far her favourite. The transformation of the clubhouse was impressive. The entire ceiling was covered in fake cobwebs, littered with spiders, bats and hanging lanterns. Skeletons and ghosts, witches and monsters were hanging all throughout the room with bales of hay along the wall for extra seating. There was a ‘graveyard’ in the corner, filled with headstones and Holly had set the fog machine behind those, so a low thick fog blanketed the floor. Juice had even helped her set up a lighting system for maximum effect. The pool table was covered with a black table cloth and was scattered with skulls, candles and Halloween themed snacks that Holly had spent hours making. She had stayed late last night setting up the decorations and had spent most of the day doing finishing touches before getting ready. Holly had debated with herself over her costume for a while but, after finding an old wedding dress at a thrift store she had finally decided. She had torn the front of it before adding fake blood and finishing the look with a bit of gory makeup. The clubhouse was slowly filling with guests, mostly croweaters and friends of the club. A couple of the Nomads had turned up, donned in various outfits ranging from clowns to Rambo and even Kozik had come. He had chosen a Van Halen style costume, complete with a mullet, a red headband, and leopard print pants. So far from SAMCRO only Opie and Lyla were there, dressed as Jane and Tarzan. Holly had practically dragged them out the door in order to get to the party early and make sure everything was organised. As Holly looked around the room she noticed at least four different girls dressed as Harley Quinn and in the back of the room was someone wearing a full Foghorn Leghorn costume, from the Looney Tunes. She was about to cross the room to greet the mysterious Rooster, and figure out who exactly it was, when she heard cheers erupt. Tig had arrived, clad in a red Lycra suit that cut off at the thighs and biceps. A red forked tail was floating around behind him and amongst his dark curls sat a pair of red horns. His arm was wrapped around Venus, who looked stunning in a white dress with large feathered wings behind her and a gold halo above her head. Holly went to join Opie and Lyla who had headed to greet Tig and Venus. But when Tig turned to face them all front on they immediately shielded their eyes. In what only seemed to be typical Tig Trager fashion, his costume was not only extremely tight and cut in a ‘V’ shape, revealing a little more of his chest than Holly had ever wanted to see, but it also hugged his genitals snugly, showing anyone who dared to look the exact form of his trouser snake. “I shouldn’t have to see that.” Opie groaned. “What?” Tig said, defensively throwing his hands out. “They didn’t have my size.” Tig and Venus headed to the bar, leaving Opie, Lyla and Holly slightly scarred for life. Juice was next to arrive. He marched through the doors, the black cape of his Darth Vadar costume billowing out behind him. He had a light saber, of course, and he swung it through the air in front of him before stopping before them. “Holy shit, Holly, this place looks incredible! And you! You look great!” Juice gushed. Holly smiled proudly and gave him a twirl. “Cmon, lets get some punch!”

Much to her surprise everyone had put in real effort with their costumes. Gemma and Clay had come dressed as 1920s mobsters, which suited teh matriarch perfectly, complete with fedoras and a feather boa. Jax was swanning around the room in a James Bond outfit while Tara trailed after him, dressed as Sandy from Grease, wearing a pretty dress and a ‘Pink Ladies’ jacket. Chibs had dressed as a pirate which he suited far too well, and was leant against the bar with a half empty bottle of rum, mumbling something about ‘Booty’ in Chibberish. Bobby had, of course, come as Elvis and was seranading a dozen slutty nurses and schoolgirls and even a few croweaters with cat ears as well. Even the prospects had made an effort; Phil made a very convincing Shrek (he was yelling “Get outta my swamp!” At anyone that got too close) but Ratboy didn’t seemed to be dressed up at all, although his hair did look a bit curlier than usual. Holly frowned, seeing Rat in his dark jeans and a kutte and she strode over, her hands on her hips. “George, I’m disappointed.” Holly scolded, shaking her head. Rat was taking a sip of his beer and he paused mid air to look questioningly at Holly. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t dress up.” Holly mimicked scissors with one hand while the other pointed to his nether regions. “I did dress up!” Rat exclaimed and placed his beer in the table before raising his arms to show leather wrist bands and he pointed to his curlier-than-usual hair. Up close Holly could see he had coated it in hair gel giving an exaggerated greasy look. “I’m Tig.” Holly snorted and Rat leaned in close and put on his best ‘Tig’ voice. “I like the tombstone decorations, and all these people dressed as corpses. Really gets my dick hard.” The two erupted into laughter and while they were laughing the ‘Mysterious Rooster’ stopped in front of the table and watched them. The laughter died off and Holly tilted her head to the side as the person in the Foghorn Leghorn costume watched them. Holly glanced at Rat who looked equally confused by the newcomer and just as abruptly as they had come, they walked away. “Who is that?” Holly asked. Rat shrugged. “No one knows. The guys are taking bets. I reckon it’s Unser, undercover.” Holly laughed at the idea but shook her head. “No way! It’s probably Ima. At least if no one knows it’s her, no one can break her nose.” “Fair point.” Rat agreed. The pair chatted for a little while longer before Holly headed back to the bar. She slid onto an empty stool and Chucky immediately passed her a glass of Whiskey. He had come as a mime, which made it difficult for people to order drinks because he refused to speak, and kept pretending he was trapped in a box. Holly sat at the bar for a little while and was nursing a near empty glass of whiskey. She swirled it in her hand, watching the cubes of ice clink together when Juice slid onto the stool next to her. “You okay?” She smiled up at his warm brown eyes and nodded. “This party’s amazing, Hol. Everyone’s having a blast. You’ve done a great job.” Juice nudged her and Holly nudged him back with a wide grin on her face. “Thanks Juicy.” The door to the clubhouse opened and in walked Wendy, dressed as Sandy from Grease, only in the final scenes. She wore her hair curled perfectly and she even had a ‘T-Birds’ leather jacket draped over her shoulder. “Oh no.” Holly whispered and nudged Juice again. They both glanced between Wendy and Tara and they watched as Tara spotted Wendy and her face fell before her lips turned into a snarl. “Well this is awkward.” Juice whispered. They both laughed and Wendy shrugged off Tara’s dirty looks and went to join Tig and Venus dancing. Tara was already arguing with Jax and Juice and Holly couldn’t help but find amusement in the situation. The two fell silent as they both took sips from their drinks. “He didn’t come, huh?” Juice asked quietly. Holly shook her head and sighed. “I just really thought he would, ya know? God even fucking Piney made an effort.” They both glanced across the room to see Piney (dressed as a Veteran) staring alarmingly and shaking his head at Tig who was dancing a little too provocatively, considering his attire. Holly and Juice sniggered and turned back to their drinks. “The nights not over yet. He might turn up.” Holly nodded, although she wasn’t hopeful. But she knew there was no point wallowing about it and so she lifted her glass to her lips, finishing her drink before slamming the glass back down on the bar and sliding off her stool. “Cmon then Juicy. Let’s dance!”

After dancing with almost everyone Holly headed outside to get some fresh air. She hopped up on the picnic table and glanced up at the night sky. A full moon shone down, bringing a smile to her face and she pulled out her pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out of the pack and pressed it between her lips as she rummaged through her pockets for a lighter. “Damn.” No luck. She was about to jump off the table and head back inside when the door opened and the person in the Foghorn Leghorn costume came out. “Oh, hello!” She greeted cheerily. They raised their arm/wing in response but said nothing. Holly glanced at the head of the costume nervously. It was pointless, but she really wanted to know who it was. Whoever it was had been here all night, never really talking to anyone and always lingering in the background. They didn’t speak and Holly couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous being alone with them. She cleared her throat. “You uh.. you gotta light?”

The Rooster shook its head and Holly sighed before she slid off the table. “Thanks anyway.” She was about to head back inside when the Rooster stepped in her path, blocking the entrance. They reached their hand out towards her as they took a step closer. “What are you doing?” Holly stepped back. The door opened and Holly was relieved to see Juice come out. He stopped when he saw Holly, clearly frightened, and the mysterious costume. “Everything okay here, Hol?” “Uh.. yeah I was just heading back in.” Juice held out his hand and Holly took hold of it. He wrapped an arm over her shoulder protectively and the Rooster watched as they walked into the clubhouse together. “Thank you!!” She whispered once inside. “Anytime. What is it with that guy?” Holly shrugged. “I dunno, but he gives me the creeps.”

The night had gone better than Holly could have ever expected and the early hours of the morning were rolling in. Most of the crowd had headed home and it was mainly SAMCRO left drinking, with a few stray hangarounds here and there. Holly was sat around a table with Juice, Opie, Lyla, Jax, Clay, Gemma, and Ratboy. Phil and Bobby had both passed out somewhere amongst the decorations and Tara had headed home after a rather entertaining confrontation with Wendy. The group was all chatting and laughing together when they heard a squeal. A croweater, dressed as a slutty pirate leapt off the sofa with a wide smirk on her face. “Yaaarrrr, bring me tha’ booty!” Chibs yelled and chased the girl into the hallway. The group laughed and shook their heads. “Seriously? Who is that?” Lyla asked. Everyone turned to look in the direction she was pointing. Foghorn Leghorn had walked back inside and went to stand near Kozik, who was chatting up a redhead in a nurses outfit. “No one knows.” Opie replied. “What if it’s like.. I dunno a Mayan or something?” Everyone turned to Ratboy and he shrugged. “I’m just saying! If I was gonna come and murder my enemies I’d probably wear a costume like that too, ya know.” Silence fell in the group and the guys all looked at each other before leaping out of their seats. They each pulled out a gun and stormed across the room. Gemma, Lyla and Holly followed but hung back, careful not to get too close. The guys surrounded the Rooster, all guns raised and aimed and when it realised what was going on he froze and lifted his hands/wings in surrender. “Who are you?!” Clay demanded. A muffled voice came from inside the costume but no one could quite make out the words. The Rooster threw his hands up in frustration and slowly lifted the head off the costume, to reveal none other than Happy fucking Lowman. “Guys, chill! It’s me!” “Happy?!” “You have got to be kidding me!” Clay said and rubbed his brows. Holly wouldn’t have been able to keep the grin off her face even if she had wanted to. He had been here, all along. “What the hell, man? What’s with the costume?” Jax asked. Happy shrugged. “I like the Loony Tunes.” Opie laughed and shook his head. “We didn’t think you’d come at all.” Happy frowned. “Why? I fucking love Halloween.” The guys all headed back to the table, chuckling to themselves, leaving Happy standing in front of Holly alone, though none of them forgot to wriggle their brows or wink in her direction as they passed. Happy tucked his ‘Head’ under his arm and stepped closer. “I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Holly blushed and shook her head. “No, no it’s fine! Don’t worry about it.” She smiled up at him. Happy smiled back at her, and she couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his dark eyes, or the way he looked at her with a yearning, or the chemistry burning in the air as he stepped closer. “Thank you.. for coming.” She said quietly. “I wouldn’t have missed it.” Happy licked his lips and was about to say something when Tig barrelled into him. “Hap, my brother. You do realise you came as a Cock, right?”

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Volcano (Girls Talk Boys part 22)

And I'll ask for what I give to you Is just what I'm going through This is nothing new No no just another phase of finding what I really need

What I am to you is not real What I am to you you do not need What I am to you is not what you mean to me You give me miles and miles of mountains And I'll ask for the sea

“So wait what happened in the grocery store?” Camille giggling at Cher who was getting more annoyed.

It was after 1 am and Cher, unable to sleep, had heard footsteps upstairs. Hoping it was Camille she shot her a text that was just a wine glass emoji. Minutes later Camille had come down. Her hair absolutely wrecked pulling on her burnt orange Texas longhorns oversized cut off sweatshirt over a black sports bra and boy shorts.

“I'm telling you he was fucking with me. He kept touching me and then pretending it didn't happen. He'd say something slick and then give me the most innocent look.” Cher was getting louder with irritation as she continued.

“Ashton can pull off many looks, innocent is not one of them.” Camille chuckled. “ Also stop being so loud before you wake up Calum. He finally went to sleep.”

“You make him sound like a toddler.” Cher had to grin.

“He's cranky when he's tired. Besides he'll want me to come back upstairs. So ok maybe Ashton was flirting. He's clearly attracted to you.” Camille winked at her.

“So attracted to me that he wants to play this game and not actually have sex with me.” Cher huffed.

“Do you want him to stop?” Camille looked at her over her wine glass.

“Fuck NO but what is he waiting for” Cher was frustrated but still smiling.

“Maybe he wants to take it slow. Maybe it'll be better that way.” Camille teased her.

“Says the girl who spent three days riding dick like she was racing for the win in the Kentucky Derby.” Cher retorted smiling as she reached for her phone. “Look what he sent me when he got home.”

“You were such a good girl for me today kitten. Look what it did to me.” Ashton's voice was muffled until Cher turned the phone towards her.

“Oh my God that's a penis.” Camille's eyes went wide and her hand flew to cover her mouth.

“Good Lord how big IS he?” Camille turned away but snuck another quick peek.

“I thought you knew. You are the one who spent the night in bed with him.” Cher teased. “You mean all those FaceTimes and you never got to see it?”

“Be serious. On Face Time we talked about everything except sex. I've heard the rumors but no the Snapchat sex we left to you and Luke. Halloween aka the night you defiled Spongebob I was drunk and crying, Ashton had enough sense not to flash his cock around. On sure in the morning I could see his bulge was big but not like the one eyed monster I just saw winking at me.” Camille snorted.

“I'm tempted to go over there and just jump him when he answers the door.” Cher opened the fridge picking at leftovers.

“That won't work” Camille told her dryly.

“You think I don't know that?” Cher replied.

“Why are you pouting? Hasn't he gotten you off twice now?” Camille pointed out trying not to grin at the glare she received.

“It's not the same bitch, you know that, don't play.” Cher tried to look menacing but she was still smiling.

“What about all the other times? He brought you lunch the other day. Last week y'all huddled up on the couch catching up on Shameless. He's been over quite a bit lately. Nothing is happening at all?” Camille asked.

“Oh sure, he gives me little kisses, rubs my neck or smacks my ass but he never takes it any further.” Cher told her.

A groan interrupted them and they both looked at her phone and burst out laughing.

“Why is this video still playing? I don't need to hear such filth.” Camille pretended to look shocked. “Besides Calum will murder all of us if I'm sitting here watching Ashton jerk off.”

Cher finally found the snack she wanted. Grabbing a plate she put the remainder of a baked brie cheese down along with some grapes. She rummaged through the cabinets.

“Your boyfriend is cute when he's jealous. We're out of the fancy white lady crackers. Do you want Triscuits or Ritz?”

“Calum isn't my boyfriend. Grab both I can't make up my mind.” Cher set the food down as Camille continued. “We're officially dating, but that's as far as that goes.”

“You're so full of shit Cam. He stole the show at dinner. I got choked up. I thought Lucy was going to faint. You guys really are adorable.”

Camille's cheeks flamed as she concentrated on chewing not wanting to answer.

Cher popped a grape in her mouth. “I think he really likes you. More than you think.”

“We'll see. Let's see where we are in January.” Camille refilled her wine.

“Are you really that worried? Everything has been great so far.” Cher knew the answer but she was trying to be reassuring.

“This is a nightmare. Calum is flying across the world. At the same time you know who will be there as well.” Cher started to interrupt but Camille stopped her. “No I don't really believe he'd do that. There's just this little voice in the back of my brain that won't shut the fuck up. Whispering at me ‘rebound’ ‘'groupie’ and I'm trying so hard not to listen.”

“The smartest person I know told me not to worry about what other people do because you can't control that. Now are you going to cheer up or do I have to show you Ashton's dick again?”

“Ashton?” Camille smirked snapping out of it. “Don't you mean Daddy?”

“Don't you start too” Cher rolled her eyes.

“Admit it. You think it's hot. I think it's hot,” Camille poked her side making her jump.

“You gonna call Calum daddy now? Does Calum have any kinks?”

“I couldn't call him that. Not with a straight face. I don't know if Calum has any kinks. He's never said anything.” Camille shrugged.

“Come on he has to be into something freaky. I couldn't see him being a sub. He's too dark and mysterious for all that.” Cher mused.

“Save it for your novel. It's bad enough you made Calum king of your sex demons”

“Energy vampires”

“Whatever”

“And it's not Calum it's Calthazar thank you very much. Maybe I'll make his kink being loud as hell during sex” Cher teased and Camille blushed.

“I bought you new headphones and I'm not that loud anymore.” A deep gravelly voice traveled through the kitchen. Cam and Cher jumped and turned as he entered the kitchen. Both girls caught their breath at the sight of a freshly rolled out of bed Cal wearing nothing but Camille's grey basketball shorts.

“Did we wake you up babe?” Camille kissed his cheek as he sat down next to her at the bar giving her a sleepy smile.

“Nah, woke up to piss, realized you were gone. I heard voices and thought I'd see what you hens were cackling about. D'you mind if I get a drink?” Cal asked them.

“Whatcha need C-swizz?” Cher turned towards the fridge. “Water, tea, wine?”

“She's got me into sweet tea lately so that sounds good.” Calum responded. “So what were you ladies chatting about this late?”

Camille was too distracted playing with his hair to answer. Cher came to the bar sliding Cal a glass of sweet tea and a plate with some cookies and two slices of Cam's zucchini bread.

“We were talking about Ashton and his bullshit and whether you had any kinks” Cher shot him an evil grin as he almost choked at her words.

Camille yelped but Cher continued “and I accidentally showed her Ashton's penis. That was my fault don't be mad at her for it.”

“I'm not mad” he chuckled then turned to Camille who was looking at the floor.

Calum's brow furrowed when he lifted her chin so her eyes met his and he saw genuine worry. “Darling I'm not mad. I promise.” He winked at her and smiled. “As long as mine is the only one you're touching” he said before closing in for a kiss.

“Before you two start sucking face you haven't answered my question. Are you kinky like Ashton?” Cher demanded.

Calum broke away from Camille both of them laughing. He turned to Cher.

“None of us are kinky like Ashton” Calum told her. “Ashton has the wild side, Michael too from what I've heard.”

“So what you're saying is you are as vanilla as Camille.” Cher was teasing him again.

Calum looked at Camille “are you ok with me talking about this here?”

Camille nodded “she's the freak in the sheets around here. Anything kinky you're into I'd probably have to ask her about anyways.”

Calum shrugged “ok then. I'm kind of into pain during sex.” He looked at Camille “ when you pull my hair when I'm going down on you. That turns me on so much.”

Camille blushed deeper and crossed her legs.

Calum continued “I've always seen the candle wax in movies and it looks dangerous but I've always wondered what it would be like.”

Camille was too surprised to know what to say. Cher saw her expression and laughed. “Great Calum now you've given her a project. She's gonna look into this. Are either of you gonna finish this?”

Camille shook her head and yawned. “No but save that bit of brie. I'll make a sandwich tomorrow.”

“Cher if you don't mind I'm gonna steal my girl back from you.” Calum nuzzled into Camille's neck. “I only have two weeks to get in all the snuggles I can before I gotta leave.”

“I'll clean up and roll a blunt before I go to bed. Make sure you pull his hair good Camille now that you know he likes it.” Cher called out as Calum threw Camille over his shoulder and carried her upstairs and back to bed.

Calum tossed her onto the bed. Pulling her sweatshirt over her head he turned his attention to her shorts. He toyed with the waistband as he landed countless featherlight kisses on her belly. Looking up at her with a smirk he eased her shorts slowly down past her hips and legs until he tossed them aside. He parted Camille's thighs and as he moved his head between them he grinned up at her “Let's play a game. Guess what I'm spelling.”

To her credit Camille got to ‘I'm going to miss you’ before she stopped trying and just lost herself on Calum's tongue.

Two days later Calum and Ashton surprised the girls with Christmas tree for the living room.

“I was going to get a real one but I wasn't sure with your allergies.” Calum told Camille.

“I talked him out of the pink tree” Ashton told them.

“He thinks he did” Calum dug into the shopping bag pulling out a box containing a 18 inch pre lit pink Christmas tree. “I thought you could put it in your studio.”

“That is the cutest thing, thank you” Camille gave him a kiss. Calum responded by pulling her closer to him.

“I'd tell you two to get a room but you'd just go upstairs and leave us with all the work.” Ashton cracked. “They're gonna be insufferable until me leave aren't they?”

“When are they not?” Cher laughed jumping when Ashton landed a smack on her ass. “You guys didn't get any decorations? Just the tree?”

“We didn't know what you'd like doll.” Ashton shrugged.

“Alright then let's go get some” Camille grabbed her keys. Calum grabbed his jacket and helped her into hers.

“You two have fun” Ashton winked.

“Not a chance Irwin. You two are coming along. Who knows what y'all would get up to if we left you alone.” Camille motioned for them to follow her.

They spent two hours shopping. As soon as they'd walked in the door Ashton had found a display of Christmas headbands. He'd made Camille an elf, Cher and Cal were reindeer and Ashton was Santa. They playfully argued over which ornaments to get. The boys used wrapping paper to sword fight until an employee gave them a dirty look. Calum kept sticking bows on Camille. Ashton and Cher decided that since Camille had a little pink tree Cher needed one too. All they could find were white and green trees so Ashton snagged a white and a green one .

“Why are you getting two?” Calum asked him.

“One for her and one for me. See who's tree comes out better.” Ashton replied.

“Sounds like a challenge” Calum grabbed the last tree.

Ashton decided to get spray paint so they could have different color trees. Then they checked out and headed to the craft store to find decorations for their tiny trees.

When they got back Camille ordered pizza, then put her favorite Pentatonix Christmas albums on shuffle as Ashton gathered up what he needed to paint the trees.

Cher and Calum busied themselves putting the tree up, getting out the decorations and playing with Duke.

By the time the pizza arrived Ashton had sprayed the two trees. Cher's was light blue gradiating to dark teal and Cal's was candy apple red.

They divided up the work on the big tree. Cal hung the lights, Cher strung the garland and tinsel, Camille put the ornaments on hooks and she and Ashton put them on the tree. It was no time at all before Cal was putting the star on the tree. Camille popped some cookies in the oven as the Christmas tree decorating competition commenced. They had really scoured the beads and charms section in the craft store to find some unique ornaments.

Well all of them except Ashton. His tree was very traditional. Pine green with multi color lights and fake snow dusting the branches with a white felt tree skirt dusted with green and red glitter. His tree was loaded with colorful balls, dewdrop and snowflake ornaments. His tree looked like an alpine mountain Christmas.

Cher had taken her tree down by the sea. The tree skirt was burlap and the ornaments were primarily blue, green and purple fish with a smattering of starfish and seahorse blown glass beads. She'd strung mini seashells over clear glass lights to make them glow. She glued two sand dollars to the top branch for a tree topper.

Camille had her pink tree decorated with little footballs and helmets. White metal musical notes, castles, books and a handful of C's hung over sparingly used silver tinsel. Topped with a tiny silver heart and wrapped in pink tulle around the bottom it was adorable.

Calum's tree was rock and roll. Silver motorcycle charms and guitars mixed in with black metal musical notes, dog silhouettes and C's hung next to white lights. The tree skirt was black velvet and he put a heart identical to Camille's tree but in black as his topper.

By the time they all finished and declared Cher the winner it was past midnight. The girls decided they should all have a slumber party. The boys made a cushion fort. Camille blew up an air mattress and Cher drug her mattress off her bed. They all settled in. Ashton was lying top to tail next to Cher and Calum made the big spoon around Camille. No sex that night just friendship and cuddles.

Camille couldn't believe it was already here. The days had flown by and now Calum had to leave. Camille walked him downstairs. He was holding Duke under one arm and the other wrapped around her. He'd already put his luggage by her front door so he didn't have to waste any time that morning. Cher woke up and wandered out to give Calum a goodbye hug. Ashton knocked on the door. Cher answered and found her face between his large hands as he kissed her.

“I'm gonna miss you kitten. If you're good while I'm away Daddy will have something special when he gets home.” Ashton murmured in her ear. Cher went to kiss him again and this time he didn't pull away. He lost himself in the kiss hoping she'd still want him when he returned.

Calum finally let go of Camille giving her one last kiss and scratching Duke behind the ears. He promised he'd call her as soon as he could. Ashton walked with him in silence out to the van. He pretended not to hear Cal's tiny sniffle or see the tear he wiped away. They turned back one last time and the girls were standing in the door waving goodbye and Camille had Duke's little paw waving too. Calum almost lost it right there. He was thrilled to see his family again, but spending a month away already hurt.

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