#so sneak peek to this year's family costume it is

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In Rebi's House, it is illegal for the Squad™️ to go out and about without her. These criminals do not seem to understand the concept. Guilty. Go straight to JAIL. For Liiiiiiife. *rare rebi giggles*

HaPpY HaLlOwEeN! 🎃

Rebi only broke character once. She loves her big brother lol

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I Know Places | Taylor Swift

Pairing: Taylor Swift x fem!reader (actress!reader)

Summary: Taylor and you try everything in your power to hide your relationship from paparazzi during your date.

Warning/s: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff, allusions to homophobia, paparazzi, secret relationship, kissing, fear of getting hate, some parts of the song are removed (I'm sorry), a few curse words, grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Was listening to I know places Taylor's Version while doing homework and got ✨️inspired✨️ so here you go.

You stand with your hand on my waistline

It's a scene, and we're out here in plain sight

I can hear them whisper as we pass by

It's a bad sign, bad sign

You could feel excitement fill every inch of your body as you walked alongside your adoring girlfriend, Taylor, along the surprisingly, but intentionally, quiet narrow street while your hand was securely locked onto her waist as she had her arm placed around your shoulders.

It was a very hot summer day in New York, the sun was at it's highest peek and surprisingly, even thought it's New York, not a lot of people were out. Instead of enjoying the heat and the light, almost nonexistent cool breeze, like Taylor and you, a lot of people stayed at home in desperate need of cooling down.

But the heat didn't bother you as you both walked along the street with your sundresses on. Taylor's blue sundress was matching her eyes perfectly, she almost looked too good to be real. The sunglasses were shielding your eyes from the sun as you two went to your date.

And even though you were so excited to spend the day on a date with your gorgeous girlfriend, you couldn't help but to feel nervousness flowing through your veins, consuming you entirely.

Taylor and you met at the premiere of your new film one and a half years ago and you instantly felt something at that moment on the red carpet as you locked your eyes with the pair of the bluest eyes you ever saw. You're heart skipped a few beats and you felt like you were drowning every time you looked at them.

From that point on you started dating. In secret. Nobody but your close friends and families knew. You knew that you could trust them, that they would have your back.

Every day with her felt like a dream. A dream that could easily be taken away forever.

You were always sneaking off, away from the public eye to be together. When you were under the everlasting watchful eyes of the press and in front of cameras you always played it of as friends. Yeah, friends. Best friends for sure. What a load of crap. But you had no choice, you had to keep your relationship to yourself because you were both scared. She was a successful singer and songwriter, you were the fresh new face of the Hollywood. You could only imagine what would happen if two golden stars like you were exposed in public because of your relationship. You both loved each other so much, but the hate comments would get too much, you both knew it.

So, for each other safety, you kept your relationship away from the praying eyes of the world.

But even though there is this bad side in the secret relationship, there were always moments like this. The two of you walking along with each other, the thrill of sneaking of and having a little secret and moments like those are one of the reasons for your happiness. Although, the only thing you wanted was to hold her whenever, kiss her whenever, make the whole world know that she's yours. You both wanted it.

Finally the two of you arrived at the little coffee shop at the corner of the narrow street. You looked through the gigantic mirrors of the shop and realized that the shop was empty enough, only the bartender and other two costumers were here. It couldn't be that bad, you figured, but you couldn't help the strange feeling creeping up on you as Taylor and you entered the shop.

The two of you sat down at one of the tables in the corner of the shop before the bartender arrived. With the nervous look you two ordered some coffee for yourselves before you watched the guy who took your order walk away.

You couldn't help but to look at Taylor after he left and to confess, "I don't like how he looked at us."

"To be completely honest," Taylor said as she took off her sunglasses and placed it on the hard wood of the table. "Me neither."

Pretty soon you got your order and you started to chat, but you couldn't help but to steal a glance at the bartender. And sure enough there he was. On the other side of the coffee shop, whispering into his phone as he kept stealing small glances at the two of you.

"Love, I'm sorry to interrupt you," You told Taylor who stopped talking once you said that and looked at you in concern, her hand that was placed in yours and looked like something more than just friends, tightened it's hold on your hand. "But that guy is giving me such ick."

Taylor turned her head a bit and looked at the bartender seeing him whispering in his phone, too. She slowly turned her head back to you as she lowered her voice that was drowning in worry.

"This isn't good."

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out

See the vultures circling, dark clouds

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out

It could burn out

'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes

And guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

With the shift of the atmosphere in the air you continued to quietly whisper to each other trying to continue enjoying you date as much as you possibly could. But then in the corner of your eye you noticed a flash of light. You turned your head towards the glass window, feeling yourself instantly regret your decision.

"Taylor," You whispered quitly, your lips quivering a bit as you spoke trying to warn her. "The paparazzi are here and they're taking photos."

She momentarily froze at your words, her eyes widening a little as she looked at you slightly terrified. "Where?"

"They're outside," You continued to whisper. "Across the street. At least 10."

She slightly turned her gaze to look outside and once she did she quickly reached her sunglasses that were comfortably placed on the table. "It's TMZ. We gotta go."

You both threw some money on the table to pay for the drinks, you grabbed your own pair of sunglasses off of the table, quickly using them to shield your eyes.

She grabbed your hand in process and started to lead you out of the front door. Of course, the bartender who called TMZ on you most certainly wouldn't let you use the back entrance so you had no choice. You had to face the paparazzi outside.

Taylor looked at you and even behind the sunglasses you noticed something in her gorgeous blue eyes. There was worry, but also something that you see very often but didn't quite expect it now. Mischief and, most of all, determination.

The moment you walked outside there was yelling and questioning. You felt panic raising in your chest as Taylor tugged your hand. And just like that you started to run away as the flashes of the cameras and the yelling of the paparazzi followed.

Baby, I know places we won't be found, and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

'Cause I, I know places we can hide

I know places

I know places

The next day wasn't any different from the moment that you woke up.

Taylor and you were still lying in bed, sun barely graced the morning sky yet. And as you slept, wrapped up in the sheets and Taylor's arms you were awoken by the sound of your phone constantly ringing.

You're friends and families was constantly messaging and calling you. Even Taylor's manager called you and texted you multiple times. There was a new article on the internet. It displayed the photos of Taylor and you from yesterday.

On the top of the article, in dramatically big capital letters, was written the headline that said: "BEST FRIENDS OR MORE?!?! SINGER AND SONGWRITER TAYLOR SWIFT AND ACTRESS Y/N Y/L/N CAUGHT KISSING!"

Below the headline, there were multiple photos of the two of you. One photo displayed Taylor and you stealing a kiss on the street, your hand around her waist and her arm around your shoulders. It was before you even entered that coffee shop. Then there was a photo of you holding hands and looking at each other with so much love as you two whispered to each other. And, finally, there were multiple photos of Taylor and you running away from the paparazzi.

That's how you ended up here, leaned against the kitchen counter as your eyes followed every move that Taylor made.

You were going to announce your relationship so that you could possibly prevent, or at least lower the number of rumors that were putting the whole internet on a spiral already.

Just as Taylor looked up at you, you got a notification on your phone that said that Taylor made an Instagram post.

You clicked on the notification and you were met, face to face, with the photo that you took a few days ago. On the photo Taylor and you were sitting by the window, holding each other as she leaned down to press a kiss against your lips. The caption of the post said "Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, not this time! ♡"

"It's perfect." You told her, smiling.

"I love you." She smiled back as you replied. Taylor then walked over to you, bringing you in for a kiss that made you melt against her.

At that moment you knew that you would miss the thrill of sneaking off, stolen kisses and touching, and longing glances across the rooms. But you knew that you would finally be able to show her of as yours and that was everything that you ever wanted.

Lights flash and we'll run for the fences

Let them say what they want, we won't hear it

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Not this time

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𝙈𝙧. 𝙈𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺：𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔．

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨：𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘍！ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳， 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛，𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯．𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑜𝑛����𝑒𝑛𝑡？ 18 𝘗𝘓𝘜𝘚！𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣，𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 （𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓） 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔， 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠，𝑑𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑．𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔，𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔（𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑）

𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖： 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦， 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬♥︎ 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑． 𝐷𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑦，𝐴𝐼 𝑏𝑜𝑡， 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒，𝑒𝑡𝑐 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘． 𝑊𝐶：2.2𝑘

October 31st was the best day of the year for you. You typically went out in a slutty costume and got drunk with all your friends to ultimately meet hot strangers. Why were you all the sudden in charge of keeping watch for villans during halloween? You pissed Aizawa off by waking him up, and boy did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It was your last Halloween at UA. Being in class 3-A and turning 18 we’re big milestones you wanted to celebrate along with Halloween, but no.

Mr. Aizawa and you have a rough history. You never wanted to become a hero but when you saved a kid with minimal effort by repelling a firetruck a villain threw, Japans top hero’s saw more in you than your own family. UA practically “bought” you in your opinion. Offering your parents money and a scholarship where you could live and eat for free, it was a proposal that was hard to reject. Aizawa was your teacher and acted as if you being there was a hinderance. He treated you as if you were lower than the rest of the class. His words only fueled your hatred for the man who personally went out of his way (unbeknownst to you) and asked the principal for you to have a full ride.

You and Aizawa were two sides of the same coin. Opposites in the best way. You hated being at UA. he hated being there too. You hated being a hero, he hated doing hero work. He was lazy. You were stubborn. You hated UA for basically a full year but no one gave up on you. Now here you are top 5 in your class, stuck looking at the moon until the morning because your asshole of a teacher got mad he woke up and had to work.

As your sitting in the lounging area to “keep watch” you get the glorious idea that you’ll just wait till Aizawa is asleep to sneak out. You were already in fishnets under your pj bottoms. All you needed to do was throw some more slutty stuff on with animal ears and you would be good. It’s already midnight so he should be asleep.

Creeping around the hall ways you slowly go to peek through his door. He wasn’t in there though which through you off even more. As you turn around with a huff to walk away you bump into something. Immediately screaming as you try to move from its embrace. “Why are you looking in my room L/n?” Mr. Aizawa said as you struggled to get out of the hold he had on you with his binding cloth. You look at him with your best puppy dog eyes and he feels his heart flutter and his eyes widen.

Aizawa was a pretty man who liked pretty people, however you were a very pretty person that he never could take a chance on. Why? You were never old enough, even now with you being 18 your still his student. He released the hold on you rather quickly which left you stumbling backwards slightly. He muttered a get back to the lounge before walking in his room and slamming the door. You wanted to knock. You were slightly out of breath but you wanted to make sure he was ok?

Deciding against it you walk into the lounge room again. Sitting on the couch flipping through channels for at least an hour before Aizawa comes into the kitchen only a few feet away with his shirt off, sweats, and that fucking scarf. You always found Aizawa attractive, but you couldn’t stand him at the same time. Anytime you guys threw jabs at one another you always gave him back handed compliments, or you would compliment him and then call him names. Petty of course but you couldn’t let him get a big head. But this was new territory.

You’ve never seen him with his shirt off in real life. This is something you’ve only seen in your imagination. Like when you would touch yourself thinking about your teacher and then be angry about it later. He can feel your gaze on him and chuckles to himself while he starts rummaging through the fridge. So you take it upon yourself to make this a 2 player game. He can’t just come in here, be cheeky and leave. No. Some conclusions were gonna be made today.

You walk into the kitchen and sit yourself up on top of the counter. “So what are your fun Halloween plans Shouta?” You question. Kicking your legs back and forth like a child with a smirk on your face. He turn around with a glare on his face. “It’s Mr. Aizawa to you, and Halloween is for kids. That’s why everyone in the dorms is out having fun.” He said. “Oh right. I’m sorry sir. I just didn’t realize that you were old and boring with the mummy costume you always wear.” You say jokingly. Aizawa turns around to face you and chuckles, “Atleast I’m not a brat that’s stuck inside, while her kiddy friends run around and get away with whatever they want.” “Oh fuck off Shouta. I’m only here cause your lazy ass doesn’t like to teach.” You say with a huff crossing your arms over your crop top covered chest.

“You may be an adult now, but your still a snot nosed little shit who can’t even hear the word no without throwing a tantrum.” Aizawa says as he stalks towards your pouting figure. “Your the brat for making me stay here all cause I woke you up from your nappy.” You spat angry and flustered with how close your teacher is getting. “Yea? The way you speak to me is plenty reason to keep you here.” “Aw Shouta, you like me that much?” He is in your face at this point. Hands placed on the counter next to your ass cheeks that are smushed against it.

“It’s sir to you.” He says with the most stern face and tone that makes you shiver. You feel the tremble in your voice when you say, “but I thought we friends Shouta.” You pout leaning closer and your faces our now inches apart. His eyes meet your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He is daring you at this point and you have got time today. “Or what Shouta?” You say with the most innocent face you can make.

With that his hand is around your neck. Squeezing it just enough to make you feel a little dizzy. “Your such a fucking tease.” He says as he is removing his scarf to wrap around your wrists. He wraps your wrists tightly in a bow and all you can do it try to catch your breath and smile. This tension has been eating at both of you for months and it’s finally overflowed. He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your face close to his before saying “Get on your knees or I will make you.” You nod your head and hop off the counter to get on your knees.

“Been thinking about shutting that pretty mouth up for awhile. Now I finally can.” He says as he pulls his half hard crack out of his sweats. He’s lazily stroking it infront of your face almost as if he’s stalling. Has he made a mistake? Can he tell you practically drooling over him and have been for years? To make it known you look up to meet his eyes and open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. Inviting him into your warm mouth, which he could never deny, he slowly glides his member across your tongue. Teasing you while slapping the tip on cheeks. He finally gives in and thrusts into your mouth.

He starts with a slow shallow pace you could easily keep up with but slowly starts increasing his speed until his full blown face fucking you. You would be mad if he wasn’t making the most beautiful groans. You couldn’t grasp his hips for support or touch yourself but a win is a win. Your face is wet with spit and tears but you can tell he is getting close as his hips begin to stutter in their pace. He slows down only to make up for it in depth. His cock being jammed down your throat. He gets a few more thrusts in before releasing himself in the back of your throat. You couldn’t even taste it.

You look up at him and he realizes your fully clothed with your hands behind your back. He laughs as he catches his breath. Pulling you up by your hair and dragging you to the couch in the lounge. Tossing your body onto it like it’s nothing. He then rips your top off to reveal you have no bra on. “What the fuck?!” You say kinda upset he would just ruin your clothes. He laughs again. “Don’t worry brat, I’ll buy you as many as you want.” He says as he begins to slip off the pj pants off your body to reveal the fishnets you put on in hopes of your Halloween turning out this way. He stares at your body as if you are a sculpture and your doing the same. His fully naked frame on top of your mostly naked one.

“Didn’t realize you were such a slut y/n,” he says rubbing his hardening cock against your clothed pussy, “why don’t you tell your teacher why you’re here right now.” Your panties were soaked in arousal. You didn’t even realize how turned on you were until he was touching you. “I was being rude.” You say looking at his cock rubbing against you until you see his cock replaced with his hand. He slaps your pussy. The moan/yell thing you released was euphoric to his ears. He tears the fishnets so that there’s a hole and then rips your panties fully off so you’re left in fishnets and restraints.

“Address me correctly.” You look at him with tears forming in your lash line. “I was being rude to you, sir.” You give in. Easier than you wanted to but there were more important matters. “Are you gonna be a good girl y/n? Or do I need to keep punishing you?” He says slipping two fingers into your pulsing hole. Letting out a moan of relief you admit, “I-I’m gonna be a good girl sir.” He chuckles as he moves lower to flick his tongue at your clit. You’re mewling at the contact. He was bringing you dangerously close to an orgasm, pumping his fingers at a fast pace and tongue slurping at your clit.

You feel yourself growing hotter and you get closer to your release but it all comes to a sudden stop. Aizawa pulled away and you didnt have any hands to pull him back. You whine like a brat pushing your hips up to signify you wanted his mouth again but he slaps your pussy again. “You’re gonna cum on my dick or not at all.” He says as he flips you onto your tummy. Face down, ass up, and hands tied he slides straight into your welcoming pussy and you could already feel his cock hit the gummy spot in your walls.

You feel so full that all you can do is whine and beg. “Please what pretty baby? Am I not fucking you good enough? You’re dripping all over my legs.” He coos teasingly. “You wanna cum for me?” “Yes sir” you answer immediately. “How long have you wanted this?” He asks pressing down on the arch of your back to make you arch even more. “Years sir. I -ha- wanted this for years.” “Aww cum for me then. Show me how bad you wanted this. You feel yourself release all over his cock as you scream into the couch cushion beneath you.

He unties your hands, flips you over, and places his and around your neck again and gently squeezes. “Doing so good for me. Been waiting -fuck- on this day. You want me to fill you up pretty girl?” You’re so fucked out all you can do is nod with your mouth agape as he plows into you. With a few final thrusts he releases into you.

He collapses on top of you for a few minutes before looking into your eyes. Neither of you know what to say or do so you just press your lips to his. He gladly moves his lips slowly with yours. Laying with each other and letting your lips do all the talking feels like heaven for both of you. Every regret and I’m sorry comes through with the passionate kisses your both sharing.

Time flies by and you find yourself passed out if your teachers bed. Everything can be resolved tomorrow, for now you’ll just stay snuggled up to your favorite teacher with a cunt full of cum and a smile on your face.

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎!: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎🖤

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Santa Claus has been (George Russell)

A sneak peek into Christmas in the Russell household

Note: english is not my first language. Before New Year comes around, let me get the holidays is somewhat of an order!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Do we have all the supplies we need?", George questioned as Arthur set the glue down, "yes, we're ready, daddy! Can you help me make sure I'm writing it correctly, please?", the little boy asked. While Olivia was fine to write on her own, Arthur had started second grade a couple of months before, and sometimes he still had a little slip here and there.

" 'Dear Santa, my name is Olivia Russell, and this year I have been a good girl. I have always helped mummy and daddy around the house, and I only hurt my brother, Arthur, once and it was an accident because I didn't think I was that strong when I threw the ball at him. ' Do you think that's good, daddy?", your daughter wondered, wanting to know her father's opinion.

"That's good, darling. Now you go on to tell him what you'd like to get from him", George praised, turning his attention back to Arthur's letter, "That's good, well done! Just this one here, it's two 's' and not just one", he pointed to the spot in the paper.

"Are you and mummy also writing a letter for Santa?", Olivia asked once she was finished, hands already holding glue and glitter as she bedazzled her letter, "Me and mummy got eachother a gift and that was it, we have everyhting we need already", George said as he kissed both of their heads, "but I do think Santa is bringing something for mummy as well, but it's a secret between me and him, so you guys can't tell her!", he mused.

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"Do you think he knows we're coming?", Arthur wondered as you walked along the Christmas themed park.

"Of course he does, daddy spoke to him, didn't you?", Olivia reasoned back with her brother, "he told us he knew him because he spoke to him!".

"Does daddy know Santa, hm? I didn't know that!", you looked at your husband, quizzical look as you silently wondered where the kids got the idea.

"Daddy knows a lot of people, don't I?", George urged as they walked, winking at you as you made sure you didn't lose anyone in the sea of people, missing the way Olivia apologetically looked at her father, whispering "sorry, daddy!", as she realised she nearly outed her father's secret.

"The line isn't that long", you commented, seeing three families in front of you, "I have your letters here", you fished them out of your bag, handing them to each kid who held onto them.

"Do you think he'll remember us from last year?", Arthur wondered, "well, you two have grown a lot, maybe he'll have some trouble first", you reasoned, not sure what to say and knowing the kids would ask the person in the red and white costume.

"You guys are next!", a young woman dressed in her elf costume clapped, "do you have your letters ready?", she added.

"Merry Christmas! Oh, look at you! What are your names?", the old man in costume asked as he received them inside his house.

"I'm Arthur", your son said, sitting in the bench as his sister followed, "and I'm Olivia!", your daughter cheered, "and that's mummy Y/N and daddy George!", she introduced. "We wanted to bring Maya and Winston", Arthur explained, "but mummy and daddy said that they could get scared so they stayed home, but they're out family too!".

"Do not worry, my friends, I will make sure I leave something for them when I go by your house, I'm sure they've been good this year too", the man winked, gathering them so they could take a picture and talk a little about what they wanted for Christmas.

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Leaving things for Santa

"So, we have cookies we baked, a glass of milk if he's thirsty, and then some carrots for the reindeer!", Arthur said, checking if nothing was missing for your visitors.

"Now we have to go to bed, or else Santa won't stop here!", Olivia said, putting a few extra cookies in the plate.

After putting the kids to bed, you and George began to work on your plan. Grabbing the boots, you sprayed them with oil and then dunk the sole in flour, attempting your best to create footsteps, "it's not snowing outside though", George pointed out, wiping the remnants of flour in hopes of making it realistic enough, "Lapland has snow and he still had some on his feet", you shrugged, continuing your task while he filled the stockings and put the big presents under the tree.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, a tiny thought came to your mind, "love?", you called, checking if your husband was still awake.

"Yes?", he acknowledged your call, "I wrapped all of the presents with the same wrapping paper. Which means our presents on the stocking and the presents from Santa Claus are going to be wrapped in the same paper. And we have very observant children!", you hissed.

"We'll just say that Santa's Elves and daddy and mummy have the same taste", George cuddled you, rubbing his lips on your forehead, "sleep, darling, you and I both know we'll need it as much as we can".

You slept for about four, five hours, you guessed until you were woken up by footsteps.

"I heard the door, they're coming here", you groaned into your pillow, feeling George's arm around your waist squeezing you closer to his body, "you're just listening things, darling", he replied.

"Oh yes? Why did you wake up too, then?", you snickered, looking the moonlight peaking through the curtains, "the sun is not even out, George, my goodness", you muttered, snuggling further into your husband as you heard the door open, "Winston can't do that", you grumbled, "neither can Maya", George reasoned with you, making you both groan in unison, "it's the kids".

"Mummy, Daddy", Arthur was the first to speak, "we think Santa has been already, we heard his footsteps on the roof!", Olivia said as she climbed in bed with you, "can we go and see? Please!".

"Don't you guys want to wait a little bit? Warm up in bed with us?", you attempted, hearing the huff from both kids, "we really want to go, mummy, please! We can sleep later!", Olivia reasoned.

Getting up and grabbing a fluffy robe, you and George followed the kids, seeing the grey cat look at you weirdly, "they probably just heard you, Winston, there isn't actually someone else in the house", you petted him as he followed you to the living room, seeing Maya at the corner of your eye who huffed, not understanding why her humans were up that early.

"You can go to sleep, Maya, although they're probably going to start squealing soon", George petted her caramel fur.

"HE HAS BEEN! LOOK, OLIVIA! He ate all the cookies, and the carrot is bitten!", you heard your son excitedly say as he looked for his presents with his sister's help.

"It's your genetics that make them get up this early, I think I'm still asleep", you murmured against your husband's clothed chest, hugging his waist as they unwrapped and gasped at what they got, "my genetics also make them incredibly cute, along with your genetics that make them irresistible, so that's how we do this", George kissed the top of your head.

"Mummy! Santa thought you were a good girl this year, too, look! You have a big present!", Olivia said, "Oh, I'm the best girl, specially for being up at this hour!", you chuckled.

[le-trash-prince]

I finally got to watch ep 1 of Century of Love, and I’m really enjoying it so far—and what I'm loving most right now is how much it seems to be informed by the stage tradition (i just really love theatre in all forms okay).

Like some of the costumes feel like costumes, meant to stand out at a distance. The blood looks like stage blood, even Vat's wedding jewelry looks like costume jewelry. It's not trying to ground itself in realism.

The acting style often uses exaggerated body language that can telegraph a character’s nature to someone sitting in the back row of the audience. The way Ju peeks out and hides in this scene is not the way (most) people would behave when they're sneaking around, but it's the way an actor would hide behind a prop.

Even the comedy feels like stage comedy to me because it’s so physical, like this scene where the family is creeping around in sync with each other on their 10,000 step walk. And the way you shift very suddenly in and out of the comedy feels like something I see a lot in the theatre too because the contrast in tone brings out these poignant moments, like San meeting Vad again after a hundred years.

I think the story itself is really suited to the style of a traditional play. It has the feeling of “a long time ago…” to it. There’s tragedy, there’s magic, there’s a curse that must be overcome with love. There's no technical need for the story to require San to wait the full 100 years for Vad to return, but it wouldn't be a good legend if he only waited 56 years. It's the type of story that I think lends itself well to the oral tradition that theatre comes from.

And then there’s the significance of the opera stage as a setting.

San and Vad watch a tragedy together, and then they act out their own tragedy in front of that same stage. Considering San returns to this place later on, I'm curious to see if it will crop up in the story later on and what significance it will hold.

Overall I think it is quite fun, and I'm looking forward to seeing where the show goes. (If you talk to me about episodes I haven't seen yet I will curse your family)

[callsignspark]

Welcome to callsignspark, I'm Elle!

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Dagger, Sword & Shield | masterlist - ongoing series

Immediately following the success of the uranium mission, the Dagger Squad was established as a permanent unit, with the newly promoted Adrimal Mitchell as their leader. Their continuing assignment: to complete the Navy’s most dangerous, harrowing missions. Now, with numerous successes under their belts, all twelve Daggers have settled into the San Diego area, and the extended Dagger family has grown. Proposals photographed by teammates hiding in shrubbery. Children spoiled rotten by their crew of loving aunts and uncles. Lifelong friendships formed through the hardships of service and the joy of life. This universe will explore the love lives of the Daggers as told through these friendships, laughter, and something special to each couple. soft-tober masterlist - ongoing event (part of DSS universe)

anything for you | masterlist – on hiatus

Jake Hangman Seresin x Rebecca Hermann (fem!OC) Rebecca Hermann worked for years to recuse herself from the clutches of her father, Seymour, a vicious and deadly man. Already a high-ranking member of San Diego’s infamous Dagger Organization, he will do anything to gain more influence. His latest attempt at a power grab is offering his youngest daughter, Delilah, to any man who could improve his status. Rebecca will do whatever it takes to save her sister, even if it means making an agreement with the city’s most dangerous man and rejoining the world she fought so hard to escape. Thrown back into the life of the Daggers, Rebecca must figure out how to protect her sister, eliminate the threat of her father, and live with the consequences of making a deal with the devil.

one-shots

a nonsense christmas (18+ minors DNI)

Harrison Knott x Noelle Baum (fem!OC)

What do you get when you combine a silly costume (that shouldn’t be sexy but somehow is) with a few too many sips of holiday punch? A nonsense Christmas, of course!

come home to me

Rhett Abbott x Wren Johnson (fem!OC)

Rhett is drifting. He can feel himself slowly slipping away - untethered, uncaring, unable to focus. Until the card with a little brown bird on the front arrives the same day he has to say another goodbye. The seven words scribbled underneath Christmas wishes breathes life into him for the first time in a year. all my love - your little bird, Wren.

all of my writing is tagged with #elle writes! and to see sneak peeks of what I'm working on, check out the wip tag!

[melis-writes]

Request: Halloween SINspired

There’s a Halloween party at Lake Tahoe with tons of people, tons of guests, tons of adults and kids.

Victoria looks aaaamazing in her costume and as Michael and everyone else is extremely busy, having fun… she sneaks away with Sonny, who looks hot in his costume too… and they sneak off to have a quickie or two in a less busy area maybe in a bathroom or closet… its risqué yes but Sonny and Victoria know they need each other ASAP 🔥😈

Luckily nobody finds them or hears them or notices they’re gone

Halloween costume party at Lake Tahoe AND some Victonny!! Playful, sexy and fun all in one prompt. 😏🥵

Halloween at the Lake Tahoe compound may just as well be the one and only celebration of the year that gets its worth of fun and excitement hosted by the Corleone family.

More so a time of enjoyment and insistence from just about everyone except for Vito whom could care less, but is grateful nonetheless for the time spent with his grandchildren having fun and Michael, whose always been completely against the idea of a Halloween party.

With the party having started just at sundown, a fireworks show is planned at midnight, colorful Halloween themed refreshments are served all night and a buffet table filled with various selections of cakes, baked treats, pastries and candy line up the compound’s gazebo.

Little twinkling orange and white lights illuminate walkways and fenced areas for guests to get around the compound safely and security is diligent at every entrance, gate and exit of the compound for the evening.

All are invited without just an exclusivity for adults with the one time the children are allowed to stay up past midnight frolicking around in excitement with their costumes on, trick or treating from the adults who carry a pumpkin shaped satchel filled with chocolates and candies.

“Daddy, you could have been Count Dracula!” Verona pouts, holding a fake pair of fangs in her hand.

Michael, having zero interest in the party let alone wearing a costume hasn’t dressed up or made himself feel like he’s at a party; rather, Michael’s dressed in a three piece black suit and coming to terms with all the socialization he’ll have to make with all the guests approaching him every now and then.

Michael glances at the fake fangs in his daughters hand, shaking his head. “I think they’d look better on you.”

“On me?” Verona gasps, waving her star shaped wand around, “but I’m a magical fairy, I can’t have fangs!”

“You could be a magical fairy with fangs!” Niccolo adds, skipping up to his father and sister. “Lots of fairies around here, but how many of them have fangs?”

“Your brother has a point,” Michael chuckles quietly, crossing his arms.

“Hmm,” Verona peeks curiously at the fangs in her hand, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess so! I could be a spooky fairy!”

Michael’s eyes dart cautiously over the crowds around him, unable to spot you from any table or gathering. “Have you two seen your mother?”

“I’m right here, baby,” you blush, approaching the twins and Michael from behind. “Just thought my makeup needed a little bit of a touch up to get into the witchy look.”

Michael turns around to face you with the twins; raising his brows in surprise at the level of detail and dedication put into your witch costume.

Your dress is a dark violet witch costume complete with a pointy velvet hat and a mini dress with the back tattered and longer than the front.

Your costume’s sleeves are flared and have a black lace cobweb shape while a sexy peek of your cleavage covered by the same lace detailing.

With dark plum covered makeup, mascara and a burgundy lipstick over your lips, you’ve fit right into the role of a sexy, mystical witch for tonight’s Halloween party.

“Wow, mama!” Verona giggles excitedly, “the prettiest witch ever!”

“I like your costume, mama!” Niccolo beams, dressed as a pirate himself.

“Why thank you, honey,” you wink, extending out your arms. “So, what do you think?”

“I can say that’s the most detail on a costume I’ve seen tonight,” Michael comments, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Very…witchy.”

You giggle, hugging his arm. “If this surprises you, wait until you see Sandra. She’s dressed as a black cat.”

“I’ll pass,” Michael murmurs, “I thought she’d at least match with Sonny but he’s caused all of us enough embarrassment for tonight.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widen in surprise. “How so?”

Verona and Niccolo giggle amidst one another. “Uncle Sonny’s a werewolf, mama.”

“A werewolf? Soooo…” You squint your eyes, looking back towards your family’s reserved table before spotting a frustrated Sandra with her arms crossed lecturing Sonny.

Dressed as a werewolf, Sonny’s practically topless—only wearing a tattered shirt ripped with claw marks on it and fur covered trousers to make up for the rest.

“Oh,” the blush over your cheeks intensifies. “I see what you mean now. Also doesn’t really match with Sandra’s costume, does it?”

Michael rolls his eyes, “I don’t care about that. Regardless, I’ll be with my father and the others at the far end table if you need me, darling.”

“Sure thing, honey,” you peck a kiss over Michael’s lips before turning to the twins. “No wandering off too far you two, alright?”

“Okay, mama!”

“Good,” you laugh softly. “I’ll go check up on the cat and the werewolf to see if everything’s alright.”

Just as you turn and slip past the crowds in front you, by the time you peek up your head to see one of the family tables and spot Sonny and Sandra, you notice only Sonny stands alone with an old fashioned cocktail in his hand and a very amused smirk over his lips.

“Wow, rough night?” You tease, gesturing to Sonny’s torn top.

“Something like that,” Sonny grins at you, glancing at you from head to toe. “Sexy witch decided to finally come around, huh?”

“You could make it a little less obvious, you know,” you speak back to Sonny in a playful tone, adjusting your witch hat. “People will start talking and thinking the werewolf has something for the witch.”

“Really?” Sonny chuckles, gesturing around him. “All I’m seeing are people stuffing their faces with cake and alcohol. The estates are off limits, obviously.”

“Mhmm,” you confirm, “I was just getting ready in the bathroom a minute ago.”

“I assumed so,” Sonny caresses your chin, “too bad. I’ve been thinking about nothing but fucking that sweet mouth of yours all night and you’ve put all that trouble into your makeup.”

Your eyes widen a little as your cheeks sting, flaring with blush. “Thinking of making a mess?”

“I’ll keep it in you if you don’t let too much ooze down those pretty thighs of yours,” Sonny smirks wryly. “I think I’ll go use the bathroom in the family estate now. Care to join me?”

Sonny doesn’t wait for your response, but the inviting, devilish look in his eyes says it all to you.

Standing by, you let Sonny walk a few meters passed you before you begin to follow, trying to make it look as if you’re going somewhere else in case a pair of curious eyes spots the two of you leaving the party.

With the crowds, guests and Michael seemingly busy enough indulged in conversation, drinks and meals, you and Sonny carefully sneak off to the family estate which is all but completely empty with the exception of the serving staff in the kitchen.

“You know me so well,” you whisper, taking the lead and walking towards the most secluded bathroom you can think of.

“Didn’t think you’d want me again so soon in one night but here you are,” Sonny teases, quietly following you into the bathroom.

“We can make it the second quickie of the night, huh?” You lean your back against the bathroom counter as Sonny locks the door behind him. “Before I rip off what’s left of your shirt.”

“Be my guest,” Sonny hisses, squeezing his hands over your ass tightly. “You know there’s nothing I’d love more than letting you get back to the party a cum drenched mess.”

“That’s fine,” you breath, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s neck as he hoists you up onto the bathroom counter. “I can still feel your cum from earlier in me. I need more.”

“Slutty little witch,” Sonny hikes up your costume above your waist, pushing your panties to the side. “Still dripping wet, aren’t you?”

“You’ve no idea,” you moan against Sonny’s neck as his fingers graze over your dewy clit. “I need this right now.”

“Never gonna get used to hearing that,” Sonny licks over his lips, hearing how your wet pussy lips spread apart as he slowly begins to push his cock into you. “Be a good girl and stay quiet, eh?”

“Mmhmm—” Nodding weakly, you bury your face into Sonny’s shoulder as he thrusts every inch of his thick, erect cock inside of you relatively with ease.

Still turned on and tingling with arousal from earlier, you angle your thighs over Sonny’s shoulder and keep your back pressed up against the wall—being fucked in a perfectly constricted position on the bathroom counter.

With not a single soul around to hear or even notice you and Sonny having disappeared from the party and gone back into the estate at the same time, the real party begins between the two of you.

Sneaking away for the second time in the evening, Sonny’s warm cock fills your pussy again to satisfy your every sinful need and desire this Halloween.

Your pussy’s wetness easily lubricates Sonny’s cock, and the sound of your pussy gushing against his shaft with each thrust only furthers your arousal.

Sonny keeps his grunts and groans as quiet and to himself as possible, focused on jerking his hips back and forth into you at the quickest, sloppiest pace he can keep.

Your ankles shake over Sonny’s shoulders as you silence out all your moans against Sonny’s shoulders; only the sound of your diamond anklet tinkling can be heard inbetween skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck, baby,” you hear Sonny whisper in your ear, clutching onto your thighs. “I’m gonna fill you up so good—so fucking good.”

Wondering just how much longer he’ll have to bear this party, Michael glances down at his watch and frowns, trying to keep himself occupied in dull small talk at the table and count down the time that you and Sonny savour with each passing second.

“Only I fuck and fill this cunt so good, don’t I?” Sonny licks over your lips, ramming into your pussy as roughly as he can.

“Oh God, yes!” Your voice quivers as you attempt to keep it down.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sonny squeezes your face, pressing his forehead up against yours.

“Y-you,” you moan back, whimpering uncontrollably. “Y-you!”

[foxydivaxx]

Cassie Sandsmark: Odyssey

I decided to write this in light of the fact that there are supposed to be two Wonder Girls but truth be told, it is best Cassie becomes her own person and not rely too much on the Wonder Girl brand much. So this is my attempt to address it. As for what her new superhero codename would be, I am yet to decide that. That is where everyone comes in. This is a sneak peek to a fan fic I am working on for Cassie.

I am in a midlife crisis. That I already know. For starters, I spent most of my teen years as a superhero and sidekick to Diana. I have been a Teen Titan and a member of Young Justice. I am also a demigod and happen to be Zeus' daughter.

I have helped save the world on more than one occassion. I have also lost a lot of people, both physical and otherwise. But all that is in the past now. Now, I am just a mere lonely 21 year old, in college studying archaeology in the hopes of following in mother's footsteps.

Truth be told, if I hadn't become Wonder Girl, this could have been the path I would have followed. Either that or possibly law. Regardless, I am back in the same old boring routine I was in prior to becoming a superhero.

I do miss the action yes. But I need to keep away from everyone and everything that reminds me of that time which was why I moved all the way to Michigan in the first place. I just need to find my bearing and re-discover who I am again.

The downside of being a superhero is that part of you believes that that title defines you. As if that is not enough, there is a certain weight, a legacy you have to measure up to. If I am being honest, I personally believe that I did not achieve half as much as Donna or DIana.

Now this new Wonder Girl has shown up and she is clearly better than I am. I believe that I do not belong to the Wonder Family at all. Unlike the others, I do not have a standard superhero costume. Mine is just mere Wonder Woman merch I happened to possess at the time courtesy of being the President of the Wonder Woman Fan club.

Making matters worse is that my paternal family keep trying to drag me into their shenanigans. The Gods are as dysfunctional as it gets and Zeus does not help matters with the amount of kids he has sired all over the world. Father of all nations indeed.

I lost a ceremonial bout with Yara, which caused me to doubt my powers. I officially retired from the spotlight and gave up my Wonder Girl title to her.

Once the bell rang, I heaved a sigh of relief as I gathered up my stuff and made my way out of the room, not bothering to talk to anyone. Ever since I moved down here, I have become a social recluse. Not speaking to anyone or bothering to socialize. I have become like Raven at this point.

Putting my hoodie over my head, I make my way out of school and off to my apartment. How did I become like this you might ask? Well, a lot has happened to me over the years.

Now where do I start? Well, how about we go back memory lane to about 2 years ago, before Yara even came into the picture.....

[j-graysonlibrary]

Silverfalls Court Chapter 3

Title: Silverfalls Court

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 50K

Genres: drama, suspense, who-done-it, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: A young girl, lost in the bliss of her first relationship, will do anything in the pursuit of what she believes is true love—even sneaking out of her house in the dead of night. Unfortunately, she is met by someone she didn’t quite expect. Her fight or flight instincts kick in but she in no match for the killer in the woods.

And her death won’t be the only one.

The once peaceful and quaint neighborhood of Silverfalls Court is thrown into chaos and upheaval when bodies keep showing up in the woods. When it becomes apparent that the murderer must be one of them, suspicions grow thick and trust is shattered.

Some, like Lisa-Marie Castel, want to play detective and solve the case on their own while others, like Dominique Pulmer, want to keep their heads down and wait for things to return to normal. Some might even wish to capitalize on the bizarre nature of the story while those who have been personally affected are left to pick up the broken pieces of their lives amidst the chaos.

Full chapter 3 under the cut:

3. Block Party

“That’s a little tight,” Dominique complained as the man in front of him attempted to tie his tie for him. “I’ll do it, actually.” He pulled his hands off and adjusted the tie so it looked neat and kempt but was no longer choking him.

“Sorry I tie things too tightly,” his partner, Collin, huffed. He was already dressed up in his costume—something Dominique wasn’t familiar with but it was apparently from a video game. He’d even had a design shaved into the side of his head to complete the look. A shooting star.

He looked good—though Collin always looked good. He was far more particular about his appearance than Dominique was and his fashion sense was one of the first things about him that caught his eye.

“So…what exactly am I again?” Dom asked as he straightened out the lapels on the white coat. He could guess that he was some sort of scientist but other than that, he was lost.

“Dr. Gozen,” Collin said as he passed his hands against the sides of his hair—checking to make sure everything was exactly as he wanted it. He peeked at the wall mirror to triple check and smiled at himself. “You’re the boyfriend of Miraki…my character.”

“There’s a video game with actual boyfriends?” He was doubtful and Collin’s face gave it away before he even answered. “It’s just your assumption, isn’t it?”

“Well…most of the fanbase thinks it.” Collin chuckled. “If you were out, I’d snap a picture of us and post it on my blog.”

“Please don’t.”

“That’s not the only reason,” he defended, “Even if I posted a photo of just myself I know a bunch of white piss-babies would be flooding my comment section with shit like ‘Miraki isn’t black, you can’t cosplay, blah blah blah’.” Collin rolled his eyes dramatically at the imagined comment. “But, if I posted us both the racist shit would be joined by homophobic shit too. And, like I said, you aren’t out so it’s not fair to you.”

Despite the fact he said Dom wasn’t ‘out’ it wasn’t necessarily true. He was out to his family and some of his close friends but not his co-workers or most of his neighbors. Though, after this, he felt it would be pretty obvious to everyone at the Halloween party.

Which reminded him… “I didn’t even want to go to this party.”

Collin laughed before walking closer and adjusting his coat. He led his hands down his arms and took his hands before squeezing them. “You need to go out and do stuff sometimes. Everyone here seems nice too—especially Lisa-Marie. She invited me.”

“I know.” Dom held back his groan. She’d been trying to get him to participate in her block parties since he moved in three years ago.

If he hadn’t started dating Collin and if Collin hadn’t introduced himself to every neighbor he met then Dom would never be in his current situation.

He didn’t hate his neighbors or anything but he just preferred to keep to himself. And his private life was private for a reason. The generational gap between himself and Collin was very obvious in such situations.

“You talk to some of your neighbors, don’t be so grumpy.” Collin leaned forward and kissed him. “It’ll be fun.”

Dom wanted to argue. The only neighbors he talked to were the young couple who just moved in beside him, and two twenty-something year olds who lived alone in the cul-de-sac. In total, there were four people he’d had more than a couple of passing conversations with and the rest he was simple acquaintances with.

He scratched the back of his bald head and sighed. “I’ll…try to have fun.”

“Yay,” Collin rejoiced and gave him another kiss.

“You can’t do that outside though.”

“I know, I know.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t want the old Vietnam vet to have a heart attack or anything.”

Dom laughed a little. “Mr. Karowitz isn’t going to be there. And before you bring her up, Mrs. Winter is staying in for the night too.”

“So what’s the problem?” Collin pouted. “If there aren’t any old folks whose heart conditions I have to consider, are there blatant homophobes about or something?”

“I don’t know,” Dom answered honestly. He assumed everyone had some type of prejudice whether they were forward with it or not. Erring on the side of safety was always his course of action. “I haven’t asked each of my neighbors how they feel about the homosexuals.”

His boyfriend cackled. “Well don’t say it like that. Isn’t Carson openly gay though? Does anyone have issues with him?”

It was true that his neighbor on the other side was a single, openly gay man about Collin’s age. He was more flamboyant than Dom would ever dream to be and, as far as he was aware, no one in the neighborhood except for Mr. Karowitz had made any comments about it.

Though that didn’t mean no one was thinking it.

“He’ll be at the party. You can ask him,” Dom said and stepped away. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and shook his head. No one would know what he was dressed up as. He certainly wasn’t going to say he was dressed as a video game character—he’d just blame Collin if anyone brought it up.

“I bet he’s dressed up too,” Collin mused aloud as they headed toward the door.

Dom followed behind him and admired his figure for the last time while he could still get away with it. Even if no one in the neighborhood cared that he was gay, he still felt it was too personal a thing to readily disclose. He knew, to people like Collin and Carson, that keeping in the closet—in any capacity—was often seen as being ashamed but Dom really wasn’t.

When he was little he was ashamed, absolutely, but he accepted himself now. If he didn’t, he’d still be married to Shauna and they’d be raising Bianca together—probably somewhere else. Hell, they’d probably have one or two more kids for him to hide behind in denial.

Granted, he loved Bianca and cherished every weekend he got to spend with her but she was an inescapable reminder of just how long it took him to admit to himself that he was not straight. Luckily, Shauna never hated him for it and they were still good friends but Dom wasn’t blind to how bad the situation could have been.

His mother still loved him. His ex-wife was his best friend. He still got to see his daughter and spend time with her. It could be a hell of a lot worse.

But he did think there was a big difference between what things were like when he was young and what things were like with Collin. Sure, he still got bullied for being effeminate and not liking girls but there was a more visible gay existence that he could see ahead of him in life. That kind of reassurance hadn’t been there for Dom which was why he forced himself into a marriage to begin with.

It was when he couldn’t take it anymore that he had to tell Shauna. Collin never forced himself to date a woman and he would bet money that Carson hadn’t either.

Speaking of Carson, the young man met them on the front lawn as he left his house about the same time. He was dressed in a robe of some sort with a large, pointy hat. At least Dom could tell what he was supposed to be.

“Is that Alphegor the Disillusioned?” Collin asked as they stepped onto the street.

“Good eye,” Carson responded with a wink.

So much for knowing what he was, Dom thought to himself. He glanced back at the other houses in the cul-de-sac but no one else was coming out. They were already at the block party or they hadn’t left yet.

Collin and Carson chatted about their costumes as they walked which Dom barely paid any attention to. It wasn’t until they reached the first cul-de-sac that the conversation tapered off.

The entire area was decked out in Halloween decorations and large games and fair-like stations were propped up along everyone’s yards.

Dom reminded himself how grateful he was not to be in Lisa-Marie’s immediate vicinity.

The party was already in full swing and music blasted from club-grade speakers. Dom noted that Brandon Castel, Lisa-Marie’s husband, was manning the DJ booth and looked like he was a little too into it. Some of the kids ran about though most were old enough not to cause any concern. The one young kid was closely followed by his mother. They lived in the house adjacent to Dom’s though he didn’t know them well.

The Dicksons. Gary, his very young wife Kimberly, and their little boy Hunter. He was probably too young to properly enjoy the party that Lisa-Marie was throwing but there was sure to be a bowl of candy for him to indulge in somewhere.

When Dom looked back over to his boyfriend and Carson, he noticed that Diana Hajeed had also joined them. Like many of the adults, she wasn’t dressed up as anything; she was just wearing a nice pair of jeans and a flowing, black blouse.

Diana lived alone and was closest with Carson though Dom truly had no idea what they talked about. Other than being the same age, they had no common ground. Diana was dedicated to her law school pursuits and Carson…didn’t seem to do anything.

“Is that at your school?” Diana asked, letting Dom know he’d missed a portion of their conversation.

“No,” Collin answered, “Dom and I are at Jackson. That girl and all the teens here go to Sherman I think.”

“What’s this about?” Dom decided to ask and stepped closer.

“The murdered girl,” Carson said with a hand on his hip. “We thought maybe you two would know about it.”

“Nope,” Dom responded, “Though some kids have been talking about it.”

“He just yells and tells them to get back to work,” Collin added with a snicker.

“Are you still doing the student teaching thing in his classroom?” Diana tilted her head to the side.

It was how they met—Dom worked as a civics teacher at Jackson Valley High school and, last year, Collin had been assigned to his classroom to help as a student teacher. He was a lot younger than Dom’s usual type but he’d been so charming and sweet that he swept Dom off of his feet before he’d even realized what happened.

“Not anymore,” Collin said, “I switched classes since we’re…” he trailed off and looked to Dom as if to ask for permission.

“They know,” he told him.

“Oh. Well…yeah.”

“Still…” Diana switched topics back, “You’d think the kids that knew the girl would be a little more…I dunno? Broken up about it? Seems everyone here is having a great time.”

“That’s cold,” Carson agreed. “I heard the Burns’ daughter was like…really good friends with her too. But look at her now.”

Against his better judgment, Dom looked along with them at the teenagers who were grouped together. Victoria Burns was a girl who already had a lot of rumors surrounding her. Her short hair and blunt attitude helped keep people talking—the worst Dom had heard was that she had gotten into physical altercations at school.

“Should we really be gossiping about teenagers?” Collin, thankfully, stopped the conversation. “I mean…maybe they’re just trying to relax after something so scary.”

“I hope that’s the case,” Diana stated with a frown, “I just worry because of how I’ve heard some of their parents talk, you know? Kids soak that kind of blasé attitude up—even at their age.”

“Well let’s go snoop on the parents then,” Carson suggested with a chuckle.

“Oooh, I’m going too,” Collin quickly jumped on board. Though, before leaving, he turned back to Dom and said in a whisper, “I’ll make sure they don’t get into too much trouble. Don’t worry.”

It was funny—when Collin said not to worry it just served to make Dom worry more somehow. He shook his head, trying to mentally wash his hands of the situation. They were all adults and were responsible for themselves. They weren’t his students. He could leave them alone.

He passed by Mr. and Mrs. Jung who had neither of their kids with them but were watching the group of teens like hawks. Miss Rosello had her two youngest by her side while the Burns were all over the place. Dom had no interest in any of them—he had his sights set on his other neighbors.

Lamar and Susan Vick were both in their early twenties, recently married, and, up until the murder, were the talk of the neighborhood. Even in the year 2004 it was still strange for some people to see an interracial couple, Dom guessed. Though their differences didn’t end at their skin color—everything about them was the polar opposite of the other.

Susan was petite, pale, and wore dark gothic clothing twenty-four seven while Lamar had dark skin, was incredibly fit, and mostly wore athletic attire. He worked as a personal trainer while she worked at some alternative clothing store in the mall. Singularly, they each gave off a very different feeling but, when standing next to each other, they often left people confused.

They were both nice people though. Dom liked Lamar especially since he was the only other black man in the entire neighborhood. There were no words spoken between them about it but he knew a mutual understanding existed between them that they had to look out for one another. It wasn’t too different with how felt with Carson being the only other gay man in the neighborhood.

Lamar was standing by himself, dressed in a hoodie and jeans while looking over one of Lisa-Marie’s elaborate decorations. It was his first time experiencing the woman’s zest for Halloween so it was understandable.

“Yeah, she goes all out for it,” Dom said as he approached him.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Pulmer. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Lamar stood up straighter and regarded him with a warm smile. He truly was a big guy—one of his arms was probably as big around as Dom’s entire torso. “Did you bring your daughter?”

“No, her mother has her,” he explained, “I got conned into coming.”

Lamar laughed. “I was gonna say…doesn’t seem like your kind of scene.”

He could say that again. Dom shook his head. “It honestly doesn’t seem like yours either.”

With a shrug he responded, “Susie was curious. Plus, Lisa-Marie is one of the few people who ever just walked up to her and started talkin’. Most people get scared off by her clothes and piercings.”

Dom could see how. He could also perfectly imagine Lisa-Marie strutting right up to Susan and talking to her about her bug collection or something. Thinking about it that way, he could even see them being friends.

“Where is she? Susan?” Dom checked around the immediate area. The young woman was nowhere to be found.

“Not sure but I’m guessing she’s having fun.” Lamar’s eyes went back to the witch made of wicker before them. He tapped the overly exaggerated nose and asked, “You think she makes all this stuff?”

“No idea.”

Dom heard some commotion so he looked up, hoping it wasn’t Collin and them. Instead, he saw the patriarch of the Burns family talking to Miss Rosello and her kids. He seemed a little distressed so it kept Dom’s attention.

“Wonder what that’s about,” he mumbled.

A woman in all black walked over to the group and he quickly recognized her. “There’s Susie,” Lamar said, confirming it.

Susan shared a few words with Jason Burns before returning to Lamar’s side. Dom wondered what she was dressed up as—if she was dressed up at all since her outfit simply looked like her regular attire. He didn’t focus on that for long, however, when he saw the slight frown on her face.

“What was that about?” Lamar asked.

“Mr. Burns was asking if I’d seen his oldest daughter,” Susan answered, “I saw some of the teens heading out for the woods. He looked…bothered by that.”

“Probably because of the murder,” Dom suggested, “Out that way was where the body was found.”

“Oh, right.” Lamar sighed. “Think the kids know about that though?”

“It was their classmate…and friend.”

“That makes sense,” Susan spoke with a sigh. “I hope they don’t get up to anything.”

Dom almost laughed. He’d left one conversation full of gossip about teenagers and ended up in another somehow. He supposed it was hard to avoid given the murder scandal but he still craved something—anything—else to talk about.

The sudden pause in the music captured his attention instead—in fact it captured everyone’s attention and they all turned to look at the stage in front of the Castel’s yard. Lisa-Marie stepped onto it in her full-blown princess gown. She curtsied, laughed a little to herself, and then held a microphone up to her lips.

“Good evening everyone, I hope you’re having a spoooooky time,” she chuckled again before continuing, “I just want to suggest that we not take the party into the woods if we can help it, okay? I’ve got plenty of games and snacks for everyone in the area and this party is going to last well into the night. If you need anything, come find me. I’ll be around. Have fun!”

The music immediately started up again and everyone went right back to what they were doing before. Dom knew the parents of the missing kids must have pushed Lisa-Marie into making the announcement since she seemed a little over-the-top with it.

Personally, he thought the kids had the right idea. He, too, wanted to ditch the party.

Dom excused himself from Lamar and Susan as he walked about in hopes of finding his boyfriend and the others again. There wasn’t a lot of space to cover but, because of how Lisa-Marie had set everything up, some sections of the road and people’s lawns turned into a maze.

When he finally found the trio, they were by Hailey Burns who appeared to be talking their ears off. It was definitely karma for how much they were snooping.

He met Collin’s eyes and gestured with his head back toward the direction of his house. His boyfriend immediately lit up, excused himself, and rushed over to join him.

“You saved me,” Collin breathed in relief.

Dom shook his head and smiled. “Learn your lesson about trying to ask housewives for gossip?”

Collin rolled his eyes but a smile was pulling at his lips as well. Dom tapped the back of his arm before they started their trek back to his house.

That had, hopefully, been enough socialization for Collin to last the rest of the year. It certainly had been for Dom.

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I haven’t spoken much about this yet because it seemed so far away, but now that it is less than a week away I had better be shouting it from the mountaintops. I don’t post a lot of stuff about my personal life here on this feed, but just in case any readers are close to the greater Des Moines area- I’m in a play. I’m making my “triumphant return” to the stage. For those that have known me a long time you know that theatre was my life, for roughly half my life. I used to perform ALL THE TIME since about 4th grade and actually have my masters degree in theatre performance… but I haven’t been on stage doing a live performance as a character for the past 20 years. I had kids and a family and jobs and other responsibilities so I shifted my focus to find other ways to scratch my creative itch that didn’t involve live performance and being away for long stretches. That was fine and I got to do a LOT of other amazing things in that time. But now, I’m living a new state. I don’t know very many people and an audition notice showed up on my Facebook page for a group in the next town over doing a show by one of my favorite playwrights and I thought - that sounds fun. So talked it over with my amazing wife , auditioned, and I got a role. Now I’m part of an AMAZING ensemble and I’m creating a character again, and it’s really nourished my soul. So if you are anywhere close to the greater Des Moines area I invite you to come see our delightful production or Mr #NeilSimon ‘s Rumors. I think you will laugh until something inside you shakes loose and you might need medical attention. Or you’ll really have a good time • @theatrecarousel Check out this sneak peek of the cast of our upcoming production of Rumors in action! The set is built, costumes are in, and we can't wait to see this hilarious show come to life opening night, Friday March 10 at 7:00pm at La Vida Loca Winery. Have you bought your tickets yet? We hope to see you there! Go to carouseltheatre.org to learn more! @theatrecarousel https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpbc2xOOCcc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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imagine damian and the reader at the wayne gala. he gets jealous when he sees her flirting with someone else. he ends up pulling her into a bathroom and fucking her in front of a mirror while saying that other person can’t treat her like he does

and that’s how the reader finds out damian has feelings for her. all this time he acted like he hates her because he’s in denial

Title: More Than They Ever Said

Paring: Robin!Damian (18+) / Canary!Reader

Tags/Warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, bathroom sex, slight underage drinking (reader is like 20 lol), mentions of golf.

Word Count: 7150

Notes: sooooo.... this def evolved beyond a drabble lol. the way gala sex kills me every time 😭 I was a little mushy w Dami here bc I miss his sweet side. This also sounded a lot like goldenspecs12's request from Wattpad, so I hope you don't mind that I meshed the two together 😚 I leaned toward Damian liking the reader more than being in denial, but that’s the only thing I sacrificed between the two requests. This one is my fluffiest and most romantic yet 💖

"can I request Damian w a Queen reader, like she's Oliver and Dinah's child? say the reader is a hero but not very active, like she comes in when her parents can't. so when she and Damian meet, they hit it off. The main request is that they sneak away at a gala held by Oliver and the reader and Damian have sex."

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The party was more fun than you thought it would be.

Benefits were usually chalk-full of old, wealthy people that thought they made good conversationalists. The board members of Queen Industries were tired of Oliver trying to escape their claws, so you’d been recruited in his place. While your dad got to play minigolf in the penthouse’s massive party floor, you were confined to the lounge, playing up what an intelligent, capable business partner you’d be when you were CEO. Fellow businessmen gruffed about their plans with you while their wives cooed and drank, pinching your cheeks.

You thought that you’d hate it, but the attention and the praise was nice. It made you feel like you were helping your dad and your family’s company, which was constantly criticized and judged for it’s choice in CEO. Everyone called your father a lazy silver-spooned idiot, but he was one of the only men in Star City who actually cared. By the time you had Q.I’s biggest donors laughing out of their seats, Dinah’s hands slipped over your shoulders and you were kissed on the side of the face. Thank you, she mouthed, and your position as family support-beam was covered.

Since most of the benefit-goers were at least forty years your senior, you gravitated to your dad. From the penthouse’s upper balcony, you could see his friends circling around the tiny green mats they were using as a makeshift golf course. Usually, Ollie made sure his public persona’s aim was as garbage as his taste in drink was. But tonight, he played as Green Arrow, who never missed. Not once. Especially when it came to Bruce Wayne, who’s golf game was abysmal at best.

But like Oliver, Bruce was a new man tonight. It looked like he was ready to break out the batarangs any minute now. The two men were barely civil about the viciousness of their competition, and if the view of the game from the balcony was interesting, then from below it must’ve been the greatest show of fragile masculinity ever displayed. You had to make fun of them.

The only opening in the circle of men, who all had their hands on their chins as Bruce lined up his next shot, was by the floor-to-ceiling windows to one side of the game. Just one man stood there, hands in his pockets. You slid next to him, unbothered, and squinted at the game.

Everyone in the crowd was dead silent. Bruce was lining up his golf ball so it would roll into a mug a couple of feet away, so you helpfully provided, “A little to the left, Mr. Wayne.”

Your words overlapped with someone else’s. Where you had said Mr. Wayne, they had said Father. Then the man next to you was his son, but...

You would have never guessed it would be him.

Reasonably, you knew that Robin was Damian Wayne. Oliver could be a little loose-lipped at times, and by his judgment you’d been a teenager just a year ago - what could a twenty year old do to Batman’s secret identity? Not much.

Until you saw Robin without his mask.

Damian was achingly beautiful. He was your age, but he stood and talked like he was much older. There was an angle to his shoulder that made him seem astute and sexy. His eyes fixed on you when you spoke at the same time, and they were a surprising mossy color that jumped out against his tan skin, like plants flourishing out of rich soil. There was just enough blue in them to make him seem haunting. Any moment, you felt like he was going to corner you and whisper your future throatily in your ear.

Looking into them, those piercing eyes, for longer than a second made you want to blurt, “You’re much prettier without your mask.”

But that would expose his secret to every golf-loving idiot in earshot, so Oliver had been wrong. A twenty-year-old like you could do fatal damage to Batman’s secret identity, but for Damian, the short-tempered, snappish leader of the Teen Titans, you would risk anything.

Damian stared, and you stared. He squinted, wet his lips, then turned back to the game. This was your only acknowledgment that he recognised you. His voice was deeper, smoother, than you remember it. “Queen.”

You shifted in your shoes, almost laughing in shock. “...Wayne.”

The game grew boring and Damian didn’t say anything else, so you said nothing too, sneaking glances at him. The last time you’d spoken to Robin had been in costume, when he’d thanked you for assisting with a mission. He’d really been thanking you for standing up for him. You didn’t team up often with the Titans, but when you did, you found that they were unusually snappy and mean with their leader. Not necessary on purpose, but you could tell that Damian couldn’t take as many bites as he pretended to. Standing up for him had been a simple thing. The good thing to do. Now, with that look in his eyes, it almost felt like he still thought about it.

He must have, because the kiss you shared at the end of that mission had glowed with heat. To be fair, you both may have believed you were going to die (before the team pulled through and saved you), so it could’ve been a heat-of-the-moment thing. But this was Robin - if he didn't want to kiss you, he wouldn't. And yet he did.

You’d kissed. And the energy of that kiss lingered between you now, drawing you closer together, putting tiny smiles on your faces. He was cute. Cuter without that mask on.

You stood in the stupid golf silence, feeling foolish. Flirting with boys was much easier in fishnets. It didn’t help how fine Damian’s profile was. He had soft, feathery lashes that occasionally touched down on beauty marked cheeks. His lips were even fuller from the side, forever drawn in a curious line. And those eyes, when they caught yours and danced away again, were much too nice to hide behind a mask. You couldn’t get that thought out of your mind.

When Bruce finally made his move, you leaned in to whisper something to each other at the same time, accidentally knocking shoulders.

“I - apologies,” Damian flushed.

“Oh, um, my bad,” you rubbed awkwardly at the spot where you’d collided. “...You were going to say something?”

Damian’s eyes flicked to your fathers, then to you, unimpressed. He lowered his voice so only you could hear. “They’re awfully hypocritical, don’t you think? Father snaps at me everytime I use my skills in public, and yet he’s putting with perfect aim like it’s not the very same.”

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes and scooted closer, ducking your voice into the bubble between your bodies. “My dad’s the same way. Don’t aim in the house, he says, unless it’s him trying to beat Bruce Wayne.”

Your company’s shoulders turned sideways, leaning into you. His breath ghosted the hair on your neck, standing it on end, and again that silky voice sent tingles down your spine. Damian must change his voice as Robin, because he never spoke like this then. So huskily, so low.

He shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

You watched him. He watched you. You ran your tongue over your teeth, and Damian subtly adjusted his slacks from his pockets.

At the same time, you asked each other, “Would you like to get a drink?”

_

Your hiding place was a loveseat in the lounge, between more businessmen and their ditzy heirs. The bartender was your family’s, so he smiled and turned down your request for a drink, courtesy of your dad’s strictness. Luckily, he didn’t recognise Damian. You watched him order it at the bar, his rings catching the light, the muscle in his arms peeking out from under his blazer.

“I think he suspected I wasn’t of age, so he only gave me one.” He took the place next to you, propping his ankle on one knee and lounging out like a panther. Damian offered the cocktail to you, once he’d decided the coast was clear. It was a cute gesture. “Is that acceptable?”

You fished a five dollar bill out of your purse. “Only if you take this for paying. Don’t think I didn’t see you try and sneakily get that past me.”

Damian scrutinized the bill, then you, somehow managing to be a smartass without opening his mouth. Instead of thinking about how nice it would feel to kiss the slight crease between his brows, you traded hands with him so the bill was in his and the drink was in yours. The gentle brush of you palm to his knuckles put way too many butterflies in your belly.

You talked about everything and anything. About home, family life, your cities. The best of it was when Damian dipped his head so only you could hear him, keeping your secrets close and your bodies closer. This was the only way he talked about Robin, so you circled back to any vigilante subject you could think of just so Damian would keep purring into your ear like that. Better yet, he was smart. Talking to him was engaging, and within minutes he'd entranced you, so you sat there talking for more than an hour. Around you, the party rotated and went on.

At one point, you took a drink of the cocktail and passed it to him to share. Damian placed his lips right where yours had been, licking up the cocktail salt and gulping it down slow, adam’s apple bobbing, like it wasn’t the taste of the vodka he was savoring.

Eventually, your bliss was broken. Damian was called over to his father, again, to discuss business, and he left you with your remaining cocktail and the memory of that mission. You couldn’t find a reason to move from your seat. When you’d realized that you and Robin had been led into a trap on that mission, it’d been too late, and your efforts to escape became more and more futile. All you could do was pray the Titans got to you on time. Robin had offered you his glove as the walls closed in, and you’d watched up-close as he assumed you were both about to die. The fear in his eyes was strange - like it was familiar to him. At the same time, you cupped his neck and he held your upper back, and you’d kissed fervently, sweetly.

Damian had put his forehead to yours, and promised even as the trap shrunk around you, “You were excellent. More excellent than they ever said.”

In the big picture, it was a strange last remark to make, and afterwards you’d been too happy about surviving to think about it. But in the moment, you understood. You were understood. Somehow, Damian had reached into your soul and gouged out the words you’d been dying to hear, from your parents, from anyone, and uttered them to you with burning conviction. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe he meant it. Damian found you excellent. Someone, somewhere, didn’t think you were a failure.

Odd, how you’d never seen the face of the man you thought you’d die with (until now), and yet he saw you so easily. You watched him follow his father into the party crowd now, wondering. The Titans had saved you before you could ask what he’d meant. More importantly, before you could tell him the same. He was excellent.

_

Once you’d finished off your drink, you left it at the bar and grinned evilly at your family bartender. He rolled his eyes and slyly delivered you another, which, on your superhero schedule, would not have you drunk yet. Another heir to some big company was seated at your right, ignored by his father enough to look for some small talk with you.

He was one of the cute, nerdy types that were usually in awe of you. Girls, available girls, were typically rare at these kinds of parties, so he took you not having a boyfriend as permission to flirt with you. Unfortunately for him, your seat gave a perfect angle on Damian across the party floor. He was impressing the wives of Wayne business partners, who flocked around him like they’d flocked around you, pinching his cheeks. You could almost read their lips enough to guess what they were saying. What a handsome young man you are! Oh, Bruce must be so proud.

“...and then my father flipped over his kayak! Would you believe it? Two thousand dollars, thrown right in our family’s lake.” Your company snickered, howling at his own story.

You circled the rim of your glass, watching how Damian tried to teach some of the women phrases in Arabic. Unknown to them, they were some pretty funny swear words. It threw you into a bout of giggles, and the man next to you kept talking, spurred on by the noise.

The flock of hens around Damian receded, and his shoulders slouched in relief. That was cute, too. It wasn’t often that people understood how draining these parties were, but for people like you and Damian, it was a racetrack of endless, boring circles. Everything was a formality. Few things were genuine. Damian turned, and you caught his eye to let him know you were going to meet him. He nodded toward a side hall, his mouth a curious line again. If you looked at it long enough, it felt like a smile when he mouthed, escape?

Your company was still talking. He stopped when you grabbed his tie and planted a pity-kiss on his cheek, waving to him as you bounced away. “Sorry, kid. Not my type.”

_

You planned to bring Damian to the secluded balcony on the second floor to unwind, but instead, you were taken by the wrist and maneuvered into an empty powder room. It was colder than the steaming party air and smelled like champagne, with couches to sit on and mirrors to powder at. For a bathroom, the lights were warm and low. The noise of the party went quiet the instant the door was shut, like you and Damian had entered your own little world. No more circles. No more back and forth.

“Here,” Damian said, noting the mirrors. He tilted his head as he asked, like he was nervous, “Is this acceptable?”

“It is the ladies powder room, but I’ll give you a pass, since you’re cute.” You joked. Damian didn’t make a move to relax on one of the couches yet, hanging in front of you like there was more he wanted to say. There was more you wanted to say, too, but no good words came to mind.

But the silence wasn’t awkward. Again, Damian stared, and you stared. The glass he brought with him was set down. He put one fist on the counter beside the door, and like honey had been poured on your nerves, you realized how easy it would be for him to push you up against it. Kiss you senseless. Heat drooled off of him this close, and you wondered if he’d still lean in to whisper to you even if you were alone.

The lack of words drew to a point where something had to be said, anything, but his eyes felt so good on your skin and it was interesting to see him nervous. Something strange told you that Damian liked the silence, too.

You wet your lips with your tongue. Damian cleared his throat, and took a sip from his glass. “Was I interrupting something?”

“Between me and that guy?” You smiled gently, like you were reassuring him, and laughed to yourself. “Oh, man, you should’ve seen it, Damian. Poor kid really thought I was flirting with him. He’d totally convinced himself, it was hilarious.”

His profile was tense in the mirror, which you stole glances at to watch how the amber light played on his handsome skin. When Damian swallowed his drink, his throat rolled in the sexiest way, and immediately your mind fed you with visions of suckling, kissing, tonguing his neck.

“Why’d you ask?” Your eyes sparkled. Damian drew a step closer, and you used the opportunity to swipe a drop of alcohol from the corner of his lip with your thumb. “You jealous?”

It was the touch or the suggestion that made Damian pause. He didn’t stutter, but lagged over what to say, eyes vast and wanting as they raked over your face. “I don’t get jealous,” he clarified, “but… I do intend to be the only man to kiss you tonight.”

Damian’s hand took your chin. Your belly exploded with instant arousal, hitting you like a bullet of liquid lust. “You’re the only man who’s kissed me like that,” you whispered, taking his tie in hand. “I hope that’s always true.”

His voice had gone throaty. “May I kiss you again?”

Again, he reminded you.The two of you had kissed before, and it had been spectacular, terrifying, and excellent.

“Please,” you said, and Damian rushed to your aid.

Not a moment more was wasted. Curling his tie into your fist, you drew him in, slow and deep and wonderfully. Damian’s cologne hit you before his lips did, and both made your core throb for friction. Two broad hands slammed your hips into the door. His fingertips smoothed up the fabric of your dress, pressing you back and squeezing you in until you could feel his belt buckle against your belly. Damian was a sweet, magnetic kisser, chasing your lips like he was on a crusade to save them. Each time they met, he swam deeper. The point of his nose bumped against your cheek. You hummed your laugh against his lips, and Damian groaned as he pulled away, readjusting, twisting, testing the limits of the kiss. And you followed him at every step or more, revelling in his taste.

You didn’t want him to think you wanted the kiss to end, so you drew the hands braced under his blazer around his neck. Soon, that didn’t feel close enough, so you cupped each side of his face and pecked Damian until you were breathless. He brought you in until your arms were flat to his chest, the kiss almost vertical in its intensity.

He groaned when you parted, gasping and blinking just inches from your face. Your mouths were still connected by a thick string of drool, which hung until it split and clung to Damian’s chin and fell, marking a wet strip down into his collar. You panted, watching it go.

Damian left your waist to hold your wrists, keeping your hands around his face. He settled warmly into your touch, basking in it, and the pure enjoyment on his face made you smile. You wondered if anyone else had cared for him like this. If Damian had ever felt someone hold his face and treasure it. The thought gave you a strange urge, so you followed it.

You brought Damian’s brow level with your mouth and sweetly kissed his forehead. Then his nose bridge, then his temples. His face was so quickly warm that you giggled. In the most unsubtle way possible, Damian drew back his hips so you couldn’t feel the heat there, and closed his eyes, begging you to continue.

“I want you,” you whispered against his jaw.

Damian shivered. “You have me.”

You shifted one hand to his shoulder, giving yourself more room to nuzzle and kiss his neck. The line of drool was still there, so you cupped his skin and tilted his jaw up, and in one stroke, licked all the way to his earlobe. Damian’s moan poured from his mouth like a growing flood. You even felt his thighs press together between you, and pleasure tingled in your throat when he choked at the glide of your tongue.

He released your wrists, reached beside you, and locked the door with an audible click.

Then, Damian devoured you. Both hands hooked around your back, arching your chest into his, and finally, bringing his bulge between your hips. You clung to him for dear life, helpless as his teeth pressed into your neck like a vampire. Damian fed like one, too, suckling the skin there like he was starved. Your panties were so wet that you were desperate to get out of them, grinding your core against his.

Damian retreated, gasping. He licked the spit off of his lips and glared into your eyes. Bluntly, he said, “I want to eat you out.”

Once more, you kissed him, delirious with excitement. Your lungs burned for air, but your core burned harder for him. “Take off that suit and you can do whatever you want to me.”

His eyes gleamed. “I plan to.”

Quickly, you shoved your hands into his sleeves and pushed them off his shoulders, giving you a crisp glimpse at his carved shoulders. Damian's fingers blurred from button to button, but he saved the last for you on purpose. You worked in tandem and with little thought. If he could, Damian would steal a kiss, and you would bite his lip and chase him into more. When that last button was popped, his white button-down parted for a gorgeous plane of hard-earned muscle. His abs, ribs and pecs were pockmarked with scars, shrapnel marks and in some places, bullet holes. You stopped.

At your staring, Damian pressed his lips together.

“It's.. not appealing, I know,” he monotoned.

“No,” you disagreed, palming his stomach, “it’s impressive. All these do is show how strong you are, how long you've survived. You're so… built...” you didn't hide your thorough examination of him, “...I mean, we have to be to do what we do, but still… It suits you. It's sexy.”

You worried you'd ruined the moment with your babbling, but he glimmered under your praise. Damian brightened in the way only Damian could, smirking devilishly and towering over you like a supervillain.

“Sexy?” He pressed his naked chest into yours, whispering hotly in your ear. You could feel his silk tie pinned between you. “Does that mean I'm your type?”

You rolled your eyes. “Eavesdropper.”

“Temptress,” Damian replied, just as easily.

To claim your title, you found Damian's belt and pulled on it until the clasp gave. It made a satisfying whipping noise as you ripped it off of him, shouldered into his space to grab his waist in one hand, and cupped his throbbing boxers in the other. Damian's sigh came hoarsely and wanton from his mouth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, grinning with delight.

Instead of wasting time on a response, Damian fell to his knees, a faithful worshipper. He did the gentlemanly thing and helped you kick off your heels. The tile was icy on your bare feet, but it only mattered until Damian ran his hands up your thighs. Sliding his fingers underneath the fabric, he bunched it up your middle, peering up at you smugly through his lashes. You could feel the debauchery of it - Damian, on his knees, tie hanging still from his neck, pinning you to the door. You, your legs spread and wanting.

Damian sucked in a breath. Your panties had an obvious wet patch, put there by him. He thumbed it carefully, watching your brows tense and your eyes close, basking in your initial whine. All of it enchanted him. You were soaking because of him, trembling because of him, marked because of him. There was not one place he would rather be than here.

Damian collected your sweetness and sampled the taste on his thumb, trapping it behind his smug smile. He ran his tongue over his teeth, spreading the flavor around his mouth, savoring it. As Damian rolled your underwear down your legs, his cock twitched in his open fly. You were beautiful. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” Damian ordered, smirking, “I want to taste you.”

Warmth exploded in your cheeks. “G-go ahead.”

Gradually, you situated your leg across his back, pussy tensing at the touch of the cooler air. This didn't matter for long. Damian's warm lips nuzzled and kissed the thigh closest to him, painting messy reflective circles on your skin with his kiss. Even that made your legs tense wildly, so Damian shoving his wet, blazing tongue into the folds of you cunt pumped moan after moan from your mouth.

“Damian!” You yelped.

Oh, he definitely liked that. Damian pinched your ass and used his mouth so passionately that his head shook back and forth. He darted right for your clit, sucking it until his cheeks were hollow and humming smugly between your legs with every squeal. Parting your folds with one hand, Damian kissed your core just as dirtily as he'd kissed you. The dangerous glint in his eye never faded. He plunges his tongue inside you in earnest, slurping obscenely, purposefully. There's no need for Damian to shoot you cute looks or put on a show - his skill was the performance, because that skill was unbeatable. Your pussy was already tender, fucked nerveless by Damian's filthy mouth. He vibrated your cunt with a deep groan before he drew away, face dripping with slick like a pornstar’s.

“You're suitably wet,” he said, matter-of-factly, “would you like me to use my fingers?”

All the strength you had went into a weak, pleading nod.

Damian was polite enough to grant you your bearings first, letting you grip his hair and squeeze the counter before he resumes. You give him the sweetest, most precious whine when Damian licks you open again. He wisely starts with one finger and builds from there, earning you with pumps and curls of his digits. Damian's talents quickly become a currency, one that you exchange with mewls and pants of praise.

“So good,” you whine, “oh, fuck - fuck, just like that…”

Damian smirks between your legs, jamming his fingers faster into your sore pussy. Lust sizzles low in your gut, ramped up again and again by his thrusting. It’s so powerful that you roll and buck off the door, your hips in his face. You want him - want him more than you want anything.

“You're ravaging,” Damian hums between licks. His eyes are closed, but that only gives the way he touches you more meaning.

It’s so surprising from his mouth that your hold on his hair slips, setting Damian free. He pants, catching his breath, and it’s easily the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. The effort has slouched him from his knees to his calves, further spreading his legs and opening up the fly of his pants. A solid bulge has formed and spilled out there, straining to escape his briefs like an arm in a sling that’s too small, way too small, for someone of his size. Three of Damian’s fingers are still twisting inside of you.

Slowly, Damian tipped back his head and hung down, arranging himself beneath your cunt. “So beautiful.” His free hand splayed where your leg met your hip. “May I touch you?”

“I-I get it’s the gentleman thing to do, to - to keep asking, but fuck, Damian,” you cursed, “you can do whatever you want to me.”

Damian’s intense jade eyes were so dilated that you could barely make out the color. He dragged his cheek against your thigh, fingers still circling inside you, and grinned like a shark. It was probably a bad idea to give the heir to the Demon’s Head that much power over you.

His other hand squeezed your skin, slow to passionate, from your belly to your breasts beneath your dress. It’s clear by the way Damian looks at you that he loves what he sees. The texture of his veiny, calloused hands feels good on your waist and ass, dragging you closer to him. He chuckles when your back arches, when your nails press into his hands, his back muscles, throwing himself into his task. Damian’s nose prods your folds as he licks you clean, tongue dipping and sliding against your sore clit. It’s like he’s done this for you before, in this exact way. Though he utilizes his tongue the most, his lips too are brutal, matched perfectly to fit your pussy lips.

But that tongue - how Damian’s jaw isn’t tired, you don’t know. He parts your folds and latches onto your clit, flicking his tongue at superspeed until drool and cum bubbles from your sensitive core. Your back winds tighter at every vibrating lick, paralyzing the muscles in your legs with glorious pleasure. It’s so exquisite you start to melt to the floor like warm clay, only to be bolstered back up by Damian, both hands viciously squeezing your ass. He keeps going not for you, but himself, sucking down every last drop of your juices.

Shattered, you twist hopelessly into his mouth, chasing the strained feeling like it’s the last you’ll ever glimpse. “Fuck, fuck - D-Damian, ah…”

“Did it feel good when I made you cum?” He teases, “It certainly tastes good. All those filthy little noises you make for me…” Damian shakes his head at himself, like it’s too fantastic to indulge again. He leaves your clit with a satisfied kiss. “Beautiful.”

Once more, the words are surprising to hear from him. You always considered Damian the prude type, but here he is, on his knees for you, mouth and chin glittering with your juices while he teases you in low, sexy tones. At your surprised look, Damian has the gall to blush.

With his ring finger in his mouth, he ponders, “If a man has never said that to you before...” pop, “consider me surprised.”

“Never while finger-fucking me, at least,” you admited, legs still trembelling. “It was sweet. You… you meant that?”

It was hard to imagine Damian Wayne finding anything beautiful. Even you, who was pretty enamored with him, figured he would judge by quality or skill, not beauty. The words tasted new on his tongue.

Slowly, Damian stood and stretched, his shoulders tight after staying in the strange position for so long. Lifting his arms coincidentally let his waistband sit lower on his hips, flashing his green boxers your way while showing off the huge, carved muscles of his arms. Truly, Damian’s subtlety was unmatched. You didn’t mind his miniature bragging fest - not when he had so much to brag about. Eating you out had put an excited shimmer in his skin, so the gold-toned lights of the room reflected sexily off his sweat, already accenting his kissable tan.

“I did,” he told you, moving on to his sucking middle finger. His other hand played on your thigh, stroking it. “I’ve always been… drawn to you. Every mission we’ve had together. I have a profound feeling that we are very similar.”

You laughed. Not at what he said, but the timing of it. “Would you believe me if I said I felt the same way?”

Damian made a face like his heart was doing jumping jacks. “A few hours ago? No. But now…” he barricaded you against the door, first with his hands and then his hips, closed in so tightly that you had to look past your nose to meet his eyes. “Your crush is adorably obvious. I’m annoyed that I didn’t see it before.”

Your rounded your hands against Damian’s shoulders, then his tie. It twisted nicely around your fingers, silky and cold in comparison to your flushed skin. You were tempted to fix your dress, but nothing, not even the world ending, could make you leave this room.

“My crush is obvious? Damian, all you’ve done for the last two hours is sneak me drinks and imply how much easier it is to be around me.” You grinned, “What’d you say earlier? There you are, Queen. Finally, someone intelligent enough to speak to me.”

Damian shrugged. “It’s true. Your knowledge of bioluminescent ocean life is fascinating.”

“I can’t believe you said that after giving me head for ten minutes.”

“It’s actually been closer to twelve,” Damian smirked.

Playfully, you pinched Damian’s cheek, then pulled him by the tie into a starved, energetic kiss. He must’ve been praying for your permission to continue, because the plan he’d been forming is quickly put into action. You’re hugged, arms scooped under your back as you kiss him. Damian surrenders his mouth to a bit of revenge tonguing while undoing your dress. No amount of kissing will pull him from his task, but your hand is a special case - it smooths down the front of his boxers and Damian melts.

“Y/N,” he groans.

Damian petulantly resists the temptation to close his eyes, but your touch is soft and sweet, demanding him to yield. Your lips suckle on his neck and Damian’s knees buckle. If getting his mouth between your legs didn’t turn him on, then this will finish him for sure.

“I missed you. Kissing you.” You purr into his throat. “One could never be enough for me.”

Is this what it’s like to be wanted? Damian asked himself. The only possible answer thrilled him, and he found himself pouring even more passion into the kiss, into you, wanting to share that rush of affection. You respond to his every touch with vigor. Damian’s heart stalls each time your thumb strokes his face, each time the other strokes him through his slacks.

“Me either,” he rasped, and helped you out of your dress. His tone was shy, but his words held too much depth to be meaningless. I want a wealth of them. I always want to kiss you, was what he wanted to say, but Damian was too embarrassed to raise the words. This moment was too special to ruin with his hopeless romanticism. He kissed you again and again, and to his amazement, you kissed him right back.

“Fuck me,” you begged him between breaths. “Right here. I don’t care if we’re caught.”

I don’t care if we’re seen together. I want to be seen with you, I’m not ashamed of you.

Damian cupped your face and almost knocked you both over with the strength of his kiss. Nose-to-nose, eyes closed, he commanded, “Bend over the fucking counter.”

In a blink, Damian turned and there you were, open and waiting for him. The sink was hip-level, so the bend was nothing but perfect - Damian could fuck you from behind and watch your lust-blown reflection without issue. Your perfect pussy drooled leftover cum down your legs, making your sex shine in the light.

In the mirror, you watched Damian’s eyes darken in delight. His pupils followed the line of your ass to your back, appreciating it like an artist would, like he intended to paint you later and needed to memorize the greatest shapes of your figure. The marble was icy against your hard nipples, which Damian had exposed when he’d impatiently shoved down your bra. Now, he cupped one of your breasts as he bent over you, kissing and suckling his way down your back.

“Perfect,” Damian hissed.

Shyly pressing your butt back against him, you buried your face in your arms and bit your lip, waiting for him to open you up. Damian’s shadow came to hover over you, and in the mirror his eyes were vicious, pools of circling sharks. “Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Take your time.”

Though you weren’t being sarcastic, Damian took it that way and pinched one cheek of your ass. “With you? I will.” Then, with the same smoothness, Damian asked, “Condom?”

“Pill,” you replied, and Damian nodded his approval.

His pants rustled as they fell down his legs. Where you couldn’t see, Damian committed the sight to memory - his cock in hand, your pussy spread open, all for him. You squeaked when his hot tip touched your cooling clit, and squeaked again when it glided down your pussy and tested your opening. He knew he’d found the way when you winced.

In an unsurprising moment of compassion (for those who truly knew him), Damian kissed the top of your head and offered you his hand. “Would you like to hold it while I…?”

You took his hand and squeezed it to your chest, squeezing him closer in the process, too. “Thank you. Go slow, for this part…”

Damian complied. His sweat-sticky chest hovered warmly over your back. Even if Damian was big, you were wetter than you’d ever been in your entire life - any pain would quickly slide into pleasure. He braced himself with a deep inhale, and a hot, sharp sensation told you that he’d entered you. Where you choked in a needy gasp, Damian poured out his version of a whimper. You both held it. Then, breath by breath, you were struck with the realization that you’d been dying to feel this for weeks, for months, and only now was that heat being satisfied. Damian’s tongue and fingers had come close, but this is what would cure that aching emptiness - his big, girthy cock.

The deathgrip you had on Damian’s hand loosened. “You look perfect,” he murmured into your hair, instantly making your core flutter. “Oh,” he chuckled filthily, “you like that? Funny, how badly that idiot at the bar wanted to be in my place right now…but it’s me who gets to pound into—”

“Damian,” you warned.

He smiled smugly against your neck. “Nothing.”

Dutifully, Damian withdrew his hips, taking all of the heat with him. When he rolled back in, a hot, tingling sensation roared over all of your senses, and you let the moan at the top of that tsunami loose. It was clear that he couldn’t fuck you like he wanted to with one hand fished down at your side, so he glued both to the base of your back and started to thrust in earnest.

“So full...” You mewled, and Damian became a human pile-driver.

Your head seemed to roll off your shoulders with every crazed, rhythmic slam, so you grabbed the faucet and held on for dear life. Every slap was so loud, so powerful, that you prayed this one random bathroom in the penthouse was soundproofed. Anyone walking past would know you were getting railed out of your mind. You tried to compensate by moaning and squeaking quietly, but with force came volume. It didn’t matter how silent you were, Damian’s hips, your ass, the squelch of him inside you - each noise filled the bathroom, echoing off the tile.

The only way you could think to describe him was filling. First, there was the hot, cinching tension of his hands fused to your waist. Then there was his cock, which begged to be squeezed more and more with every pass. You responded to each throb with a mighty clench, which bent Damian over you like an animal, gasping for breath. His balls were painted with your slick. The closer you came to orgasm together, the closer Damian came to you. His hands migrated to higher on your sides, then up by your shoulders, then around you, where Damian kissed your back and rubbed your belly while he made love to you. He talked more than he moaned. Your ear was filled with sweet nothings, with vicious promises of what he would do with a whole night alone with you.

Damian’s reflection was wild with lust. He met your eyes as he fucked you, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you take his dick. His deep green eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out the brown in them anymore. The long muscles on his arms drew taut with each thrust, making his biceps bulge and pin your hips to the sink. Soon enough, a bruise would form from the pressure. One of many treasures from tonight - you would be thinking about Damian in his crisp suit for months to come, and the mess he’d become with you now even longer. Your pleasure built and built and built, like a nail struck further into the ground with a hammer. A very, very big hammer.

“M’ cumming,” Damian husked, slowing his plowing to a sloppy glide. Even his endurance was spent, and you were glad he’d spent it all on you. “Where d’ you…?”

You braced your hands on the counter, then on one of Damian’s. Together, you smoothed his digits down your stomach and between your soft, abused folds. “Inside me, please, please please—” you begged him, “fuck, a-as deep as you can go.”

As a test of your flexibility, Damian turned in and kissed you. Just as he parted your lips with his tongue, he parted your folds with his fingertips, overriding your clit as his cock throbbed inside you to the hilt. He took the invitation as a command. Damian pressed in until you could feel his abs mold to your ass, then stuttered his hips in quick, agonized dips to get himself there. With his fingers and his cock putting stars in your eyes, you finished first.

The white marble counter fizzed in your vision, until all you could see was that powerful, endless white, humming in your mind’s eye. Still, Damian wasn’t finished yet. You bumped your temple against his chin and hummed, “Cum for me, baby… fuck, a-ah!”

Your pussy’s throb raced and raced until it spilled over, pulling Damian right under the current. One clench and he was done for, so the velvety, periodic squeeze of your cunt emptied his store. You hung there, spasming in unison, until that overwhelming heat spurted in a ring around Damian’s cock and flooded out of you. Only then did his fingers stop on your clit, and you settled warmly in each other's arms and tried to remember your names and who you were.

Damian pulled out, then snuggled back in. He would’ve been nervous any other time, but he’d just put his dick inside you, so a little instinctive cuddling could be forgiven. On shaky legs, you turned around and sunk into him. You could tell by how he was eyeing the sink that he was desperate to get clean again, so with one kiss (on the cheek), you set Damian loose.

In companionable silence, Damian cleaned up and you collected the clothes abandoned on the floor. Staring at the corner where you’d just had the best sex of your life put an embarassingly pleasant warmth in your chest. Interesting, how one terrifying moment could become something as special as this. Fascinating, how you’d felt like you’d known him all your life.

“You know… I think you’re excellent, too.” You told him, finishing off the knot for his tie.

Damian dipped his head to hide his smile, but something so bright was impossible to hide.

[ladylannisterxo]

Lucky Me, Lucky You

Pairings; Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Words; 3.2k

Warnings; suggestive dialogue, cheesy dialogue, copious amounts of flirting and fluff, oh and yeah, dad!billy (literally)

Summary; It's that time of year again and the Hargrove Family is going trick-or-treating!

A/N; So, yeah, this is a Halloween fic that I wrote back in 2019 for a writing challenge - this is also the last fic I'll be cross-posting after deleting it, like, twice.

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You could hear her but you couldn’t see her, at least not yet. She’s stealthy, or as stealthy as any four year old could be. Her feet pitter patter against the hardwood floor and you bite back the smile that’s slowly forming on your lips; you don’t want to let the little one know you’re on to her just yet. From your vantage point, you can clearly see the bathroom door in the mirror and her shadow is growing along the wall. Her little head peeks around the door and you’re ready to burst with how incredibly adorable she looks in her costume. Her hands fly up to her mouth to stifle the giggles flowing from her lips and you can no longer fight your own smile.

“I can see you, Anna Banana,” you whisper, eyes locking with hers. 

She giggles uproariously and runs into the room. “Look, mommy, I’m a kitty!”

Billy had been the one to suggest that she go as a cat for Halloween. You tossed the idea around in your head for a few days, but it was when you found her attempting to coax a small gray kitten out from underneath a car one afternoon that you realized his idea wasn’t so bad. Anna adored animals and she’s working on befriending all of the neighborhood pets. She has taken to joining you on your evening walks in hopes of running into neighbors out walking their dogs and whenever Billy has an errand to run, as long as it isn’t too late, she is right there with him. Secretly, she hopes she can find a stray kitten and convince Billy to let her bring the bundle of fur home. It hasn’t happened yet, but she still has hope.

“You look absolutely purrfect, baby!” You exclaim, kneeling down to her level.

Anna insisted she be a black cat and therefore, her entire ensemble is black; from her long sleeved shirt to her opaque tights to her tennis shoes. Even the sparkly tulle tutu you stumbled upon while out shopping a few weeks back is black. Billy thought it was a bit too much for the costume but when Anna squealed in delight upon seeing it, he relented fairly quickly.

“Where are your ears?” You inquire, brushing strands of hair back out of her eyes.

“One of them fell off,” she says with a frown, “daddy’s fixing it.”

“Oh, well let’s go sneak up on him then,” you whisper, “and we’ll also say ‘thank you’ for the excellent job he did on your makeup. What do you think?”

Her frown turns upside down as she nods happily and darts from the room, already in search of Billy. You laugh softly and turn back toward the mirror. Anna isn’t the only one dressing up this year; it is tradition, after all. You had been dressing up for Halloween ever since you and Billy started taking her out trick-or-treating and until your mere presence starts to embarrass her, you’re determined to keep doing it. Turning your head from left to right, you deem yourself worthy to grace the streets of Hawkins and step out of the bathroom and toward the sound of muffled chatter in the kitchen.

When you turn the corner, Billy is readjusting the ears on Anna’s head. His brows are furrowed and his tongue is poking out from between his teeth; it’s a look of deep concentration if you’ve ever seen one. You smile softly at his demeanor as you lean against the doorway.

“I never get tired of watching you be so domestic, babe.”

“Don’t distract me,” he says slowly, shifting his eyes over to you briefly, “and just what exactly are you supposed to be?”

“I’m a mummy,” you state simply. “Get it? Because I’m her mummy.”

Unlike Anna, your costume is all white. What made yours; however, were ripped up strips of linen wrapped haphazardly around you. You inclined gravity to intervene throughout the ordeal and random pieces now drape loosely across your torso and off your arms. You teased your hair wildly, a daunting task you haven’t done since high school, and if Billy didn’t know any better, it looked as if you had just stumbled out of bed… or stuck your finger in an electrical socket.

“Wow,” he laughs, “how long did it take you to come up with that pun?”

“That’s not important,” you say with a wave of your hand. “Anna, did you say ‘thank you’?”

“‘Thank you’? For what?”

“For doing her makeup, silly! Her whiskers look really good.”

An easy smile forms on his lips and he averts his eyes back to Anna. You’re pleasantly surprised when a soft blush rises in his cheeks and the sight makes your stomach erupt with butterflies. It’s the little things in life and Billy Hargrove still has the capability to make you feel like a sixteen year old girl going out on her first date.

“Thank you, daddy!”

“Of course, princess.” He places a kiss to the top of her head. “Anything for my girl.”

He pushes himself up off the ground and waltzes over to you, one arm sliding around your waist as he sidles up behind you. He pushes a few strands of voluminous hair out of the way and kisses your shoulder softly.

“My other girl looks very pretty too,” he whispers against your skin.

“Mmm,” you hum, turning in his arms and wrapping your own around his neck. “That’s sweet but don’t think that your sweet talk is going to get you out of this.”

“Get me out of what?”

“Out of the fact that Anna Banana and I are dressed up and ready to go and you are not,” you say, smirk pulling at your lips. “Where is your costume, Billy?”

He sighs dramatically, taking a step back. “My ensemble doesn’t please the lady?”

“Jeans and a button up does not please the lady, no,” you scoff, “even if you did manage to button it up all the way this time.”

“Considering how I used to wear them, I’d call this dressing up.”

“Ha ha, so funny,” you quip with and eye roll. “You are no fun.”

“I hate costumes. There is no way in hell-”

Anna gasps audibly from her spot on the floor. Throwing her hands over her ears, she stares back at you and Billy with wide eyes.

“Bad word choice, daddy,” you whisper with a grin.

“Heck,” he corrects, “there is no way in heck I am dressing up.”

Anna smiles, clapping her hands. “Good job, daddy!”

You shake your head with a laugh and hold your hand out for her which she eagerly latches onto. “Fine, don’t join in on the fun. I can’t make you.”

He arches an eyebrow and you spot that all too familiar glint in his eye; the one that says if you had some extra time, you could most certainly try. You match his stare with a warning glare of your own.

“Look, dressing up with Anna is your fun,” he placates softly, “mine is watching my two favorite girls do that. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Have I finally pleased the lady?”

“Yes, you have pleased the lady,” you concede, “but you’re driving tonight.”

“I always drive, gorgeous, you know that.”

You gape at his double entendre but he only shoots you a grin and a wink in return. Scooping up Anna into his arms, he twines his fingers loosely with yours and pulls you out the door.

==========

“You know, for as small as this town is, there are a lot of fucking people.”

“Billy,” you hiss, nudging his shoulder softly with your own.

“What? It’s not like Anna can hear me, she’s up at the next house.” 

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you in closer, pointing Anna out to you. You follow his finger and sure enough, Anna is smiling widely as her orange plastic pumpkin is filled with even more candy.

“Yeah, okay, but there are other kids here so…”

He scoffs lightly. “They aren’t my kid.”

“You are so kind,” you jest, “catch me, I’m swooning!”

“It’s why you love me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You shift your gaze to him and he’s closer than anticipated, his lips mere centimeters away. His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back up and you find yourself doing the same. He leans in closer, lips ghosting against your own…

“I guess,” you mumble.

His eyes flick open and he blinks in disbelief. You press your lips together, willing yourself not to laugh but the look on his face is just too good and suddenly, you’re laughing freely. The sound is light and melodic and under different circumstances, Billy would be laughing along with you. Instead, he pinches your side and you jolt back in surprise, shoving at his chest.

“You ass!”

“Ma’am, there are other kids here,” he mimics, “could you not use that kind of language?”

“They aren’t my kid,” you shoot back and then you’re both doubling over in laughter.

Billy reaches out his hand to you and you twine your fingers with his as he pulls you back to his side. His lips, once again, meet you halfway and you relent, allowing yourself to fall deeply into his arms as your lips meet his. He tastes of spearmint gum and cigarettes; a taste you have grown fond of over the years. When he pulls back, he places another kiss to your forehead. A blissful smile overtakes your features and you tuck yourself tighter into his side, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Who is that?”

His voice cuts through your reverie and you lift your head, following his line of sight. Ahead of you, Anna is standing with a boy you’re not too familiar with and she’s showing off the sparkly designs on her tutu. To Billy’s apparent displeasure, the boy is completely fixated on what Anna is saying and his eyes follow all of her movements while a small smile adorns his face.

“I don’t know,” you say, “Brandon? Brendan? Something like that.”

“Alright, well, whatever his name is, he’s got to go.”

“He’s four, Billy. What are you worried about?” You ask with a grin. “Do you think he’s gonna grow up and be the same type of sixteen year old that you were?”

“That is exactly what I’m worried about,” he confirms with a vigorous nod, “and if you really thought about it, it would worry you too.”

You shrug. “I hear he’s a nice kid. ‘A pleasure to have in class’ apparently.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Because his mother told me at the Halloween party their class had the other day,” you say, “you remember Maureen, don’t you?”

“Oh God, she’s such a talker,” he mumbles, “did she also mention that her and her husband were getting a divorce?”

“No, she did not mention that at a children’s Halloween party,” you quip, “but she obviously told you.”

He pulls a cigarette from his breast pocket and lights it, the smoke billowing in the October breeze. “I ran into her at the grocery store last week. Remember when you had me go pick up milk?”

“Oh, yeah. Was she okay?”

“I think so.” He shrugs. “With her dolled up face and plunging neckline, I’d say she was properly devastated.”

Your mouth pinches down in a frown and you gaze back over to Anna and the mysterious boy whose name you honestly cannot remember. They’ve both been joined by the very same woman you and Billy are currently engrossed in discussing and you tear your eyes away when they meet hers in a brief glance.

“She also told me that you were a very lucky woman to have a husband like me to come home to every night,” he adds slowly, as if trying to remember the finer details of the statement.

You scoff. “She did not say that.”

“I know, hard to believe but she did.” He takes another drag of his cigarette. “And, you know me, I get off on a compliment so I obviously took her right there in the middle of the store.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you laugh, nudging your elbow into his side.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he laments, “she did say that but my response was a bit different.”

“What did you say?” You inquire, nuzzling your head back against his chest.

“That I was the lucky one in the situation,” he answers softly, “I have an incredible family that I never dreamed I would have and that my beautiful wife is at home waiting for me and I must get back to her.”

“Lucky me, lucky you,” you say with a smile, “and as sweet as that sentiment is, when did you start going soft?”

“Excuse me,” he scoffs, “I am still a badass and I- hey, princess!”

Anna has trudged up to you slowly, hands rubbing against her tired eyes. Her plastic pumpkin is filled to the brim with candy and she hands it off to you, knowing that you will be sorting through it all later. She walks over to Billy and wraps her arms around his leg.

“I’m sleepy, daddy.”

“It is getting late,” you murmur, “we should probably be heading back.”

“You ready to go home, princess?” He asks, scooping her up in his arms.

She nods softly, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes are fluttering from exhaustion but a wistful smile plays on her lips.

“Who was your friend, baby?” You ask gently, retying one of her shoelaces.

“Henry,” she says through a yawn. “He’s nice.”

Billy snorts a laugh. “How did you get Brandon out of Henry?”

“He’s not my kid,” you mock.

Billy lays Anna down in the backseat of the car and wraps her up in the fleece blanket he keeps in the trunk. Just in case, you had said as you thrust the blanket in among his other things. She curls the blanket tighter around her small body and Billy places a gentle kiss on her forehead before lightly closing the door. Climbing into the car, you’re already waiting in the passenger seat and you twine your fingers with his as soon as he’s settled.

“Brandon’s another kid from class,” Anna interjects tiredly, “he’s nice too.”

You shift your gaze from your daughter to Billy who is staring back at you with wide eyes. His fingers have tightened around yours and you press your lips into a thin line, hoping to suppress the bubble of laughter forming in your throat.

Billy turns his eyes to the road and throws the car into drive. “Well, that’s it, she’s never leaving the house again.”

==========

The plastic pumpkin has been gutted and all of its sugary goodness is splayed out across your coffee table. You have two separate piles: the good pile and the sketchy pile. You’re on the floor, sifting through the candy with intensity as Anna sits beside you, head in her hands and sleep long forgotten. Billy is lounging on the couch, tv turned on and feet propped up on the very same table. You consistently have to keep nudging his feet out of your way.

“Can I have a piece?” Anna whispers.

“One piece from the good pile,” you concede, “and then you need to go get ready for your bath.”

Anna nods happily as she swipes a small Kit Kat bar from the pile. She holds it up to you in question and you nod in approval. She jumps up and places a wet kiss to your cheek before darting off down the hallway to get ready for her bath.

“Where’s my kiss?” Billy asks.

“You didn’t give her candy before bed,” you say, “mommy continues to reign supreme in this household.”

“So, that’s what it’s come down to?”

“Indeed it has,” you sass, nudging his feet out of your light. “Now go give your daughter a bath.”

“Fine but keep that costume on,” he says softly, “I want to unwrap you later.”

You snort a laugh. “Like a Christmas present?”

You drop another piece of candy into the good pile and turn your attention to your husband. He’s eyeing you, that familiar glint from earlier is back in his eye and you shift under his heated stare.

“It’s still Halloween,” you remind him.

“Halloween is over. It’s practically Christmas.”

“Are you forgetting Thanksgiving?”

He waves your statement off. “Thanksgiving is where I will eat and say how thankful I am for my amazing wife and incredible daughter. Boom, Christmas.”

“I couldn’t possibly get you to dress up for it, could I?” You ask with a laugh. “Santa, perhaps?”

“I don’t think I have the body for Santa,” he says, patting his toned stomach lightly.

“We could get some padding,” you offer, tossing a piece of candy into the sketchy pile. “We have plenty of pillows in this house.”

Billy slides down onto the floor and crawls up behind you. Your heart flutters and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his chest press up against your back. His hands come up on either side of you, boxing you in.

“If I do that,” he whispers against your skin, “would you sit on my lap and tell me what a good girl you’ve been?”

“Oh my god,” you breathe, “thank you so much for ruining that childhood symbol for me.”

He chuckles softly, placing a delicate kiss to your neck. You breathe in deeply and turn your head towards him. He stares back at you, lips ghosting against your own.

“Daddy,” Anna calls out, effectively shattering the moment, “I need help!”

You giggle softly but place a chaste kiss to his lips for good measure. “Go help Anna.”

“Fine,” he says, snatching up a pack of Reese’s Pieces, “but I’m serious about the costume.”

Heat blooms in your stomach and you suddenly feel a lot warmer on this cool October night. He sends you a cheeky smirk and dips down the hallway, toward Anna.

“Anna Banana,” he calls, mouth already full of candy. “You left your candy unattended and therefore it is now mine!”

“Daddy, no!”

You chuckle softly as you loosen a few knots in your costume. No harm in helping him out. The sounds of splashing water and laughter emit from the bathroom and dance down the hall. You sigh contently as you pick up a small pink Starburst from the pile and pop it into your mouth. Foregoing your task, you turn off the tv and tiptoe quietly down the hallway and into your bedroom; you shut the door gently and flop down onto the bed. The orange lights that Billy hung from the roof bathe the room in a vibrant glow and you wait patiently for Billy to come find you.

In a matter of minutes, the bathroom door opens and Billy and Anna pad down the hallway to her room. You can hear the telltale signs of him tucking her into bed and then his dulcet voice carries itself to your ears as he reads Anna her favorite bedtime story. His voice soothes your tired body and before long, your eyes are fluttering shut. 

Billy smiles softly when he discovers you twenty minutes later. Choosing not to wake you, he climbs into bed beside you and wraps you up in his arms as he kisses your shoulder. He can always unwrap you from your costume tomorrow morning.

[mjolnir-steve]

Would you rather be BFFs with Steve and have unrequited feelings for him OR be BFFs with Jensen and he has unrequited feelings for you? 😘

Bonus: How does the unrequited love discover the feels of their BFF? 🥺

This is a cruel and vicious attack!!! I think I would have to go with Jakey 🥺 I’ve spent my whole life having unrequited feelings for people, so I just can’t put myself through it again for Steve.

I think Jake is incredible at hacking and tech and safety measures, but he’s probably not as careful with his personal stuff or maybe he’s a little too trusting of his BFF 😉

(I wrote my first lil Jake one-shot, beta'd and titled by my bestie @the-sal-del-mar! And it's holiday-themed! I hope you like it!!)

Hack the Halls

Jake Jensen x fem!reader

WC: ~1.7K

The holiday season was practically in full swing, and for the first time in all the years you'd known Jake Jensen, you genuinely couldn't think of a gift for him. It had to be perfect. Jake's gifts for you were always exactly what you wanted or needed, and you prided yourself in your ability to choose quality presents on par with his.

This year, though, was proving impossible. Every time you came up with something, you found out he already owned it, did it, tried it...

So it was time to use Jake's expertise against him. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? At least, that's what you told yourself.

You knew he had been texting with his sister to find out if his niece was still into Descendants before he dropped some hard-earned cash on custom-made Mal and Evie costume replicas. Maybe he happened to mention some items that were on his own wish list in that thread. He had left his laptop at your house the night prior, having to leave suddenly for a short mission, granting you the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek at his messages.

Jake had taught you some basic hacking in the past, but before you tapped into that knowledge, you thought about his tips for creating simple yet secure passwords.

-

"Jake, I can't possibly remember a sequence of 19 numbers and symbols. That's ridiculous."

He chuckled, giving you that toothy grin that made your heart beat just a little bit faster (though you would never admit it). "You don't have to, bub. You're not securing nuclear codes."

He helped himself to your bag of chips sitting on the coffee table while you chewed on your lip, brain about to explode while thinking of a password for your new online banking account.

"Okay, here's what I do when I'm putting a password on something. Think of someone or something close to you, not necessarily immediate family or a pet because those could be too obvious. Capitalize a random letter in the name. Maybe use a middle name? Add numbers that are significant to you, but again, not the first thing someone would think of when they think of you. Switch letters for symbols." He talked about this as if it were common sense. "Just make sure it all means something to you so you remember it."

He became so much more animated when talking about anything related to his work. The way he talked with his hands and raised his eyebrows was simply adorable, reminding you of when you were kids in his treehouse, discussing whatever book you were reading together. He was your first crush, but then he kissed Anna Mae Waterloo when you were 12 and you tried to let it go.

"Y/N? You still with me? I went overboard, didn't I?"

You shook your head, coming back to your senses. "Not at all. Maybe you should just come up with one for me?" He huffed at you, but his eyes were playful. "Please, bubba?"

"That's it!" He jumped up from his seat and sat next to you on the couch, the warmth radiating from his side familiar and comforting. "You call me bubba."

You looked at him, cocking your head like a confused puppy. "Okay..."

"How's this?" He took your laptop and typed: bu88A321!

"The first part is bubba, but I replaced the middle Bs with 8s. We always spend New Year's Eve together, so that's the 3, 2, 1... random exclamation point to meet the symbol requirement."

You smiled at him in wonder at the way his brain worked, tiny butterflies taking up residence in your belly at the implication that you meant that much to each other.

"You're a genius, Jake Jensen."

-

"Okay, here we go." You cracked your knuckles, albeit pathetically, and got to work, knowing you only had a few attempts before you were locked out of the system for 60 minutes.

Your first guess was his niece's name and birthday. Too obvious, you thought. Next was his sister's middle name and their old house number. "Damn it."

Tries three and four were unsuccessful, leaving you with one last chance. You remembered the advice he gave you, though, and tried your middle name, ending with the date of the day you met, your first day of first grade.

It worked.

Before you could process whether or not his password choice meant something, a text alert for a group message popped up on the screen.

-

Clay (10:02 AM) just tell her, idiot. she's not gonna shave your goatee if she doesn't feel the same way.

Aisha (10:02 AM) i wish she would. she'd be doing us all a favor.

Pooch (10:03 AM) LMAO srsly, dude, Y/N's not gonna be single forever.

Jake (10:04 AM) idk, i don't think she feels the same.

Jake (10:05 AM) what if i ruin it?

Pooch (10:05 AM) if u don't ask her out, i will

Jake (10:06 AM) 🙄

Jake (10:06 AM) fine. let's finish up here. i'll talk to her when i get home.

Cougar (10:15 AM) 👍

-

Your heart started racing. It wasn't that you didn't have feelings for Jake. You definitely did when you were kids and again when you were in high school. They never really went away, but you'd been squashing them down for so long. Could you really be with him, knowing he left you hanging for literal decades? Did you really want him, or was it just convenient? You loved him more than anything, but what if it didn't work out? What if you lost him altogether?

"Honey, home, I'm high!"

Shit. Normally, you'd burst out laughing at his cheesy, dad-joke greeting, but you needed to hide the evidence of what you'd been up to while he was out.

"Fuckfuckfuckityfuck," you hissed, trying to shut down his computer properly. As your shitty luck would have it, though, Jake walked in the room and saw what you had just seen.

"Oh, no." The smile fell from his face, and you wished you could pick it up and put it back on. He dropped his duffel bag from his shoulder, groaning as he ran a hand over his goatee. "What were you doing on my laptop, Y/N?"

You couldn't look at him, your head in your hands wishing you could disappear. "I wanted to look at your texts to see if you mentioned anything on your wish list because I was having a hard time figuring out what to get you. I didn't mean to see anything more than that. It was just... there. I'm sorry, Jake."

A tear rolled down your cheek before you could stop it, and of course Jake saw it. He rushed over, kneeling in front of you and gently placing his hands on your knees. "Hey, bub, look at me, okay?"

You shut your eyes as tight as you could stand to ward off the tears yet to fall before you looked at him, his eyes bright and hopeful, as always.

"I'm not angry. I'm impressed, really. You actually listened to me enough to guess my password." He smiled at you before taking one of your hands in his, running his thumb over your knuckles as he contemplated what to say next.

"I just wish you heard it from me instead of reading it like that. But now that you know, what do you think?"

You entwined your fingers with his and took a deep breath, considering your response.

"Jake, I'm flattered. Really, I am. But I guess I'm wondering where this is all coming from?" His head dipped a little, but he held your gaze, letting you know he was still listening to what you had to say.

"I've had a crush on you on and off since we were in the fifth grade. Maybe you didn't know the whole time, but you can't tell me you never knew. So why now?"

He exhaled, dropping his hands to his lap and rocking back onto his haunches. "I caught on after a while, but I didn't want to mess things up between us. You're my best friend, and I'd lose my mind without you." You could see him chewing the inside of his cheek as he gathered his thoughts.

"When I started feeling this way about you, I thought you would realize you deserved better than me, and it wouldn't work out. So I turned my attention to other people. I guess I hoped I'd be able to find someone else and it would make you look elsewhere, too. I'd rather keep you as a friend than not have you at all, you know?"

"Oh, I know." You laughed wistfully. "That's why I never said anything. It seems like we screwed up anyway, huh?"

He frowned, poking at the outside of your calf. "Did we? Did I?"

You sunk back into the couch, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself underneath the throw pillows.

"I don't think so. Not totally? I just- I don't know, bub."

"How about this?" He got up from the floor and plopped down next to you, like everything was just as it was half an hour ago. "I didn't buy your gift yet. You don't know what to get me. Let me take you on a date."

You smacked his bicep playfully, willing yourself not to think about how big it felt under your hand. "What's your logic, Jensen?"

"You give me permission to take you out as your gift to me. I pay for the date. Dinner and a movie, maybe? That can be my gift to you. If it doesn't feel right, we can just consider it a normal night together."

You looked over at him, unable to resist the puppy dog eyes he was giving you and had given you so many times before. "Come here, bubba."

He scooted closer to you, excitedly falling into your open arms and wrapping his own around you. "That does sound nice... Low pressure." You felt him squeeze you a bit tighter. "I feel like you're trying to hack your way into my heart."

He laughed and looked up at you, waggling his eyebrows. "Is it working?"

He gasped an ouch when you flicked his forehead with your finger. "It's not a yes, but it's not a no," you giggled.

He kissed your cheek before settling his face against your shoulder. "I can live with that."

[snowbellewells]

“Elf Service” {A CSSS2021 gift fic}

Title: “Elf Service” - my CSSS2021 gift

@imagnifika I am your Secret Santa in the @cssecretsanta2021 event @cssecretsanta2020

I realize that I am getting this in just under the wire on the 26th, but I still hope that you will enjoy your gift (or at least cover art and the opening - as a temporary sneak peek/preview)  The fic in its entirety should be coming in the next day or two, but there have been some unforeseen family things these last few days that have made being in the writing headspace - or having time to do it - difficult. I didn’t want to rush it and give you a gift that felt unfinished or just not as good as I had hoped to give you. Please enjoy this teaser of the beginning though, and be looking for the rest as soon as possible. 

I’ve enjoyed being your Santa and getting to know you a bit. Hope this season will be a wonderful one for you and yours, and that you’ll have a happy new year too!

~ @snowbellewells

And now, one with the fic.... ;)

“Elf Service”  (for @imagnifika​ )

‘What was I thinking?’ Emma Swan blew out a frustrated breath while berating herself heartily. Strands of her blonde hair were lifted from her overheated forehead as she shook her head and stared at the long line before her, even in the self-checkout. She should never have waited so late on the 23rd of December to try to get the last minute ingredients she needed for their holiday dinner and Henry’s last few gifts as well. It seemed half of Boston had done the same - and now they were all paying for it.

She was exhausted, irritable, and more than a bit impatient; it took almost all the fortitude she could muster to stay planted in line with her cart, barely inching forward, rather than ditching it and getting out of there, no matter how much she’d wanted to try that new stuffing recipe and see the sparkle she had envisioned in Henry’s eyes after being able to add another couple items from his list to her haul after the surprise bonus she’d been awarded. Tracking down deadbeats wasn’t easy or glamorous, but she was good at it, and if pressed, Emma would admit to a flush of pride at the recognition for her efforts.

Using what she felt was admirable restraint, Emma kept herself from tapping her toes as people seemed to creep along ahead of her, going slower than should be humanly possible as they rang up items, asked for help, began again, rifled in their bags for their credit cards, and finally took their receipts and purchases and moved on.

‘At least I’m not stuck in some ridiculous costume,’ she thought with a disbelieving huff of derision as she glanced around her at the associates running the checkout lines, re-stocking the cart carrell, and assisting those who needed it at the self-check stations she was waiting on. The poor folks were not only overworked and underpaid in holiday retail dealing with crowds of harried customers such as herself, but they had also clearly been ordered to dress as merry little elves in Santa’s workshop. Shaking her head at the indignity heaped on these poor people, she took a moment to let the pointed hats, pom-pom adorned, upturned toed shoes, red and white striped leggings and green, fuzzy, white-trimmed getups sink in. Muttering to herself about stores not paying grown-ups enough to force them to dress like cartoon characters, she gratefully moved forward enough to finally be next in line for an open station and that much closer to fresh air and freedom.

Then, finally, she was running her purchases over the scanner, intensely focused on seeing each item register correctly and get tucked into the waiting bay just right. The last thing she needed at the moment was to cause the machine to misread or freeze up. She’d learned the hard way that these supposed “convenient” devices could be temperamental, and they had delayed her escape from the store on more than one occasion.

She was just a handful of purchases from finishing when the hanger from the new shirt she’d bought Henry got hooked on the one holding the little sweat suit that she’d also been unable to resist getting him. The clothing scanned but then, caught up together, missed the waiting bag and careened to the floor, causing the weight of the item not to register to the machine, and it began blaring robotically about an “unseen item in the baggage area” to her frustration and embarrassment.

Just what she’d been trying to avoid, her mind grumbled as she bent to retrieve the clothes and disentangle them. She couldn’t help the irritated growl she let out when the register refused to let her continue checking out without an associate voiding the mistake. Barely managing not to throw up her hands in defeat, Emma bit her tongue to avoid yelling at whatever hapless “elf” did come to her aid and attempted to wait with what little modicum of patience she still possessed. 

“Can I be of assistance, Lass?” a low, silky voice rumbled, much closer to her ear that she’d been expecting, causing a frisson of electricity to shiver through her, even as she jumped in surprise. 

Spinning around, Emma narrowly missed colliding with a dark-haired, lean muscled associate, standing close enough to nearly have her frazzled ponytail smack him in the face. She was about to sarcastically ask what it looked like she needed, or to tell him to back up and out of her space, when his twinkling blue eyes and handsome features made the words die away on her tongue.

Emma caught her breath, wanting to answer smartly and recover a bit of her dignity, but when she looked up into a playfully smouldering expression, strong, scruffy jawline, and appropriately rather elfishly tipped ears, speech was slow to return. She just kept drinking in the profile tilted questioningly toward her and coming up stunned and mutely smitten, not that she was about to admit that to anyone - even herself.

Backing up rapidly, Emma tried to blink the stars from her eyes and put some distance between them. Unfortunately, she couldn’t make a hasty getaway because her purchases were only half bagged and the register still as uncooperative as it had been. Half-tempted to at least grab her filled bags and make a run for it, instead she finally huffed out a resigned sigh and gave her would-be rescuer a curt nod of assent. She might never get out of the store otherwise.

The costumed employee - who was minute-by-minute making an elf seem like a ridiculously attractive holiday character - smirked then, the look a mischievous one, complete with arched brow, that made her want to smack him upside the head for mocking her, even as she was equally enticed to jerk him to her by the front of his bright green outfit and smush his lips back into a less maddening shape with her own. Irritatingly, at her agreement, her “elf” helper had the snag with her register righted in no time with annoying ease. “Anything elese I can assist you with, Love?” he questioned. Rather cheekily, it felt to Emma.

Blushing furiously, she swiped her card, snatched her receipt, and tried to gather all her bags in one quick grab without making any further eye contact. Her blurted, “Nope, all set now,” was a rush of words, followed by a snarked, “and I’m not your love” that she realized too late hadn’t been as under the breath as intended.

Her gaze shot guiltily to his face once more, and she was moderately comforted by the slight red suffusing his neck and cheeks now as well. Her handsome assistant scratched at a spot behind his ear uneasily. “Apologies, Lo - Ma’am,” he amended sincerely enough. Then, just a bit of that rogueish smile quirked one corner of his generous, intriguing mouth upwards again. “But you can’t blame an elf for trying, can you?”

Snorting inelegantly, Emma couldn’t help the short burst of laughter that escaped her unbidden. “I don’t know about that,” she deadpanned back, not sure what had come over her in that moment, “Seems to me like Santa might not approve.”

The guy’s blue eyes widened in surprise, but also lit with pleasure at her playing along.

Yet, fun as it was for a moment, Emma’s instinct to pull back - self-preservation, she reminded herself - had her turning with a quick, “Thanks all the same,” and darting away, hurriedly tossing a “Merry Christmas” back over her shoulder before practically dashing for the store’s front exit.

She couldn’t get far enough away from wildly attractive and flirtatious strangers, even ones harmlessly dressed as holiday characters. She’d learned that lesson all too well a long time ago. And yet, as the bracing chill of the air hit her in the parking lot, Emma knew that she might have gotten away from temptation just in time, but she wasn’t going to easily forget that playfully engaging face or those rather adorably pointed ears that suited his costume all too well. Nope, those blue eyes would be dancing through her dreams tonight rather than any visions of sugarplums, and there wasn’t much she could do about that.

* I promise you should have the rest of this soon, and again I hope you will enjoy this first bit for now, and continue to have a wonderful holiday season!! *

[strawberryshortcakegirl]

HSMTMTS Season 3 Trailer Thoughts

The beginning's actually kinda funny (something wildcats!).

Why is the right part of the scene blurred at 16 seconds..? It's pretty obvious if you pause there.

MADDOX MY LOVE

Maddox's face when she's holding out the phone bin lol

Is it just me or is Kourtney taking a selfie at a random moment kind of like Season 1 Carlos?

It annoys me that they spent 14 seconds in the trailer on the announcing Corbin and the putting on Frozen part (mainly because it was already in the sneak peek) but I know, some FaNs didn't know about it sooo

So Gina's wearing all gold while dancing on stage. I think that she's gonna have her Season 1 Nini moment where she's auditioning and then is suddenly transported to some dream stage and wearing something different (they did this in 1-2-3 in season 2 as well).

I can't see Olivia Rodrigo or Nini with a gigantic sunhat and holding a white lace umbrella but here we are

And Ricky is now standing on a log looking out to the city. I was thinking it's probably some Troy song, like Scream perhaps...? Although to be realistic, maybe EJ should sing Scream because of his whole college decision (which strangely wasn't even brought up in the trailer).

So now Gina's talking about how this is her first time doing a bunch of stuff. I think that maybe she's about to sing For the First Time in Forever because.... I mean it would make sense.

Carlos looks ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED talking about how Portwell will be a thing all summer...

Gina girl it is not your first time going all out for the lead in the show. You did that with HSM, you just didn't actually get the lead... unless Gina's talking about going all out AS the lead of the show?

They show a color wars song for a bit. Meg/Val has a mic so I'm sure she'll be singing quite a bit in that song. I'm lowkey not interested at all in a color wars thing, but oh well. Maybe it'll be interesting. Oh and later in the trailer it shows Jet (on the yellow team) being held up by his teammates so I guess we already know that the yellow team wins

Val announcing EJ as the director is making me ship Casval even harder (yes I am calling them Casval lol)

I swear I will make a slideshow of all the times the girls in Season 3 are wearing shirts with puffy sleeves.

So I've heard that EJ saying he's freaking out could be because of him directing a musical for the first time.... or it could be about Rina developing again?

Bro Ricky are you... holding an invisible guitar while jumping backwards? *Bet on it cringe flashbacks

YESSS JET GETS A SONG!!

I'm glad they're singing Start the Party actually. I hate my brain.

Oh of course Carlos can't focus on anything else except for the musical (or... is it the fact that Seb isn't at the camp? Except at camp prom?).

Okay it actually made me laugh when Ricky said that he thought someone in Frozen was named Gary. I know some people are shocked that he doesn't even know the main characters of Frozen but then I remembered I've had a friend who NEVER watched Disney so perhaps some people are just not as connected with the Disney movies world O_O

RICKY WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WEARING?!? Is Ricky pulling an EJ and going into the auditions in costume

Nini talking to some creepy guy scares me. I know that he's supposed to be a "family friend" but yeah. Also wasn't she supposed to be working with Jamie?

Ashlyn's hair color going from orange streaks to blue streaks lol. I always think her hair looks so good though so I'm not going to question how she changed it halfway through a summer camp.

For anyone who thinks that's not Maddox and Madison, the next shot shows Madison with the same exact hairstyle and Maddox wearing the sunglasses on top of her head. Just sayin'

NINI NOTHING FROM THE PAST FEW YEARS HAS- okay she has only really thought about becoming a singer/songwriter for one semester. Literally. Before that, she was content with just being in musicals.

Also Miss Jenn looks very different (her hair is just getting shorter each season lol)

EJ if you say nothing's gonna ruin your summer with your girlfriend you're basically ASKING for it to be ruined.

So Ricky was clearly writing a song, and then did that HSM 3 thing (if anyone remembers) where he purposely was showing her the paper but not letting her have it.

It lowkey makes sense for Rina to develop anyways. EJ is too busy being a camp director. Gina's the lead. Ricky MIGHT get Kristoff.

I swear if I have to hear Corbin say "Wha-what?" again I'm going to scream.

Them specifying that Meg is from Zombies haha

EJ is probably giving the thumbs up to Gina's audition. Adding onto that, WHATEVER happens with what Gina gets, it's gonna cause chaos. If she gets the lead, people will say "Oh that's unfair because you're dating our director." On the other hand, maybe EJ won't give her the lead BECAUSE people would think that way.

The stakes have never been higher...? I'm confused last time I checked it's a Frozen musical that is put on by a two-week summer camp. It's really not that big...

But yes I will also be obsessing over every episode so maybe it is a big thing.

I'm sure only my Discord friends have maybe made it this far but thanks for reading haha :) glad that the trailer FINALLY released.

[mackeydoodledoo]

Promises

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Cassia Beryl (Fem!Demigod), Agnes/Agatha Harkness x Cassia Beryl (Fem!Demigod) [Non-romantic]

Summary: For as long as you've been existing, you posess powers of a God. The Greek God of the ocean to be specific. Knowing Wanda since Ultron. You vowed to protect Wanda. Keeping her promise to Vision before the mind stone was ripped from him. When you rescue Wanda's kids from a witch named Agatha Harkness, using your godly abilities, she begins seeing something in you that she hasn't seen in a very, very long time.

Warning(s): WandaVision Finale Spoilers

A/N: hi, I recently finished Wandavision and let me tell you I'm bittersweet. Cassia Beryl is my MCU Character!

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As you peek around the corner, you notice two kids being held by some kind of purple magic string. If i can sneak over there I can get those kids out of there. And that’s exactly what you do. You bob and weave through backyard after backyard until you're directly next to the witch. 

"This is Chaos Magic Wanda, and that makes you the Scarlet-" 

You throw your trident that pierces right through the magic, disappearing. Your trident lands into the ground on the other side of the road. 

"She really is special," you smirk, slapping the witch with water and picking up the boys 

"Cass?.." Wanda calls out to you 

"Hey Wans," you smile, turning to her 

"Mom!" One boy said, running to her as you let them down 

Mom? She's.. a mom? You were given a mission, from the Rambeau; Monica, to try and save Wanda from spiraling down into a Villain. You were pretty close with Wanda, considering how the two of you both joined after the Battle of Sokovia. 

"Get inside boys!" She replies, "Go in your rooms!" 

You watch Wanda's boys head into their house, you hold your hand out, your glove glowing. Your trident comes back toward you. You catch it with no recoil on the impact. 

"It can't be...." Agatha says, breathlessly, looking at you 

"Can't be what?" You ask 

"I know those colored eyes anywhere," she replies, "You're-you're Poseidon's kid!" 

"And? Your point is?" You snarl back, "I want NOTHING to do with my father!" 

Angered, you propel water from your feet and use it to kick Agatha into towns Square. With Wanda in tow. You watch Wanda throw one of her Psonic power however, you notice how Agatha absorbs it rather than falling back. 

"Wans?..." you call, noticing her black tipped fingers 

"I absorb your magic," Agatha speaks, "It's kinda my thing." 

You walk over to Wanda and feel her hands and try to rub off the black. Even with your water powers nothing came off. 

"I'll handle this," you say before your neck is wrapped with purple magic and you're dragged back 

As you turned around you feel your hands wrapped, unable to hydro kenesis. 

"Cass!" Wanda calls 

You wanted to let out a snarl but feeling the magic wrapped around your neck getting tighter. 

"You and I have a lot to catch up on darling," Agatha smirks before she's finally knocked back by Wanda 

Trying to gather your bearings, vision fuzzy, you begin falling. Expecting to hit the solid ground below you, you were wrong. But feeling a familiar, soothing feeling. It felt like a water current but you knew it wasn't water, cuz when you opened your eyes Wanda was standing in front of you. 

"Are you hurt?" Wanda asks, her accent coming in 

"I almost got choked to death," you laugh, getting up to stand by her side, "But other than that I'm dandy." 

You look over and Wanda's hands are continuing to turn black. 

"You built this town to feed your need to have Vision back," Agatha states, "You make these people feel your pain." 

You and Wanda look over and you see a lady's eyes turn gold and then back to normal. 

"Dottie?" Wanda asks, as she's walking over to the two of you 

"My name is Sarah actually," she says, "I have a daughter, Eight years old. I can't see her, she's locked in her room, if you could let me see her please." 

As Agatha 'frees' everyone from Wanda's unintentional mind control, they all begin ranting on about how they have families outside of Westview and how they wanna leave. You pull Wanda into your arms tk try and calm her down as she was beginning to break. However, she loses it and begins putting red magic around the people, excluding yourself. 

"No, I'm sorry," she cries, releasing her magic from them 

Without thinking, she begins releasing her magic against the barrier. 

"Everyone out, now!" Wanda commands 

As they begin running, you begin hearing military trucks... 

"Hayward... that lying rat!" You yell 

However, before you could reach them, they reached you. Westview Vision and Wanda's kids join up with you two. However, almost dissipating... Wanda closes the Hex, regaining their form. 

"Boys, take care of the military," Wanda demands, as Vision becomes occupied with white Vision, "Mommy will be right back." 

You follow Wanda as you both head for Agatha, "Wans, Can you reach into her mind and force her to show her greatest fear?" You ask, looking at her, "I'll keep her distracted. Apparently she has history with my father... Time to get a crash course." 

Wanda smiles as she disappears as you land right in front of Agatha, "You have history with my father? Let's talk then." 

You put your trident against your back. No tricks. Or maybe one trick. 

"Your father, he-" 

Before she could even start, Wanda flicks her magic into Agatha's temples. Taking the both of us back to her... trial? 

"No no no no," Agatha shutters, "You tricked me!" 

"Well, you should have remembered I want nothing to do with my father," you said 

But you were also interested. Why was Agatha keen on talking to you about the father you never want contact with? Oh well, save it for later. You look around the dead corpses and realize there was a body of water nearby. Kinda made sense. But also not. However, once Wanda resurrected Agatha's coven members, they push you out of the way and gather around Wanda and begin bringing her o to the stake instead of Agatha who was free. You tried to get up but purple magic held you down. 

"No! Wanda!" You call out 

"You can't win Wanda," Agatha smiles, "You lack knowledge." 

As you looked up you noticed a crown forming along Wanda's head... Your eyes gape in awe, you knew Wanda was capable of so many things. Reaching her full potential as someone with magical abilities is one of them. She launched at Agatha, bringing you guys back to reality. Free from the magic shackle, you launch yourself with Wanda as you two slam Agatha into the ground. However, Wanda's arms completely black. 

"Mom!" The boys call out 

You turn however Wanda pushed you back toward them as she begins lifting herself up into the air. The boys help you up as you three watch. As Wanda continuously throws magic after magic, you realize she's getting weaker; her attacks becoming less forceful. 

"Auntie will be right back," you tell the two boys as you, with sheer willpower, must up all that you have, create a water vortex, lifting yourself towards Wanda. 

"Wanda! Hang in there!" You call out to her 

You realize she's just standing there, however, begin noticing runes all around the Hex. You don't say anything or do anything else but just watch as Wanda's complexion go back to normal. But, she began to re-take her magic. You couldn't make out what they were saying but you knew Wanda was doing.... You just sit in your vortex and watch in awe as you realize Wanda is becoming The Scarlet Witch.You realize she also has a new costume, and you fell in love with Wanda all over again. 

"Wow..." was the only thing that came out of your mouth as you let the vortex go and watch Wanda land as Agatha lies on the ground. 

"So, are you just gonna lock me up somewhere?" She asks, angrily 

"Not somewhere, here." Wanda replies, "you have the role I give you; the nosy neighbor." 

"You can't do this," Agatha, "You don't know what you've unleashed. You're gonna need me," she retorts back 

"Will I?" Wanda replies, "I know where to find you if I need you. You have your role here now." 

"No no please!" Agatha pleas 

Before Wanda could mind control her again, you gently touch Wanda's outstretched hand. Wanda stands down, a little angered. Agatha smiles as you kneelt down to her. But the smile faded when you didn't smile back. 

"Your history with my father...," you start, "I'll come around once I'm ready to talk." 

You stand and turn to Wanda, signifying she can control her again. Thus, she does. 

"Hiya hon," she says cheerfully, "Quite the getup hot stuff." 

Not sure if she's talking to you or Wanda. As your back was turned to her. You watch Wanda as she embraces her boys and Vision. 

"You'll make things right Wanda, just not for us," Vision smiles, "Lets go home." 

They all nod in agreement as Wanda begins releasing The Hex. As they pass by you, Vision stops. 

"You," Vision calls, you end up looking at him, "Would you like to join us?" 

You smile and nod as Wanda slings her arm around you as you follow them to their home. 

"Thank you Cass," Wanda says 

"Always Wans," you smile

As you watch Wanda and Vision tuck Billy and Tommy [you finally learned their names] into bed. 

"Thanks for saving us today," Billy states, looking at uou 

"Cassia Beryl," you smile, "I'm a close friend of your mom's." 

They smile as Wanda and Vision sit at their bedside. You standing at the doorway. 

"Your mother and I," Vision starts, "Are very proud of you. 

"The both of us," Wanda says, her accent slipping in 

You heard her accent clearly. You loved Wanda's accent. You look out the window and sigh, realizing Wanda is gonna be alone again. 

"Cassia is it?" Vision asks 

"Yeah," you reply 

"May I have a word with you? Alone?" He asks, looking at Wanda to stay with the boys for now 

"Yeah, sure," you say, going downstairs 

Once the two of you reach the main floor, you turn to Vision. 

"You, I don't know you at all but you seem to have a close connection with Wanda. Before I'm gone, I must know your connection with her." Vision asks 

You sigh, "I can't put it in words. However, I can show you my history with Wanda." 

A single tear drops down and you catch it with your finger. It then turns into regular water. 

"I hope this works," you whisper as you flick your memory water at Vision 

"You know I could have stopped him myself, disarmed him, killed him," you say, "But I didn't do anything. We all played our pieces, some aren't going to end as pretty as you hoped." 

[...] 

"Can you play me a song Cass?" Wanda requests 

"Always." You smile, grabbing Wanda's guitar as she seats herself right next to you 

[...] 

"Cass, I didn't mean to-" 

"Save it Wanda," you sigh, "Besides, you've looked happier without me." 

[...] 

"Cassia, can you keep a promise for me?" Vision asks, pulling you into a corridor 

"Of course Vision," You reply 

"I need you to look after Wanda for me," Vision blurts, "Should anything happen to me, Wanda is going to need someone. I don't want her being alone. You're the second most person she trusts." 

[...] 

"Vision, I don't know how I'm going to look after her without you," you choke out on a sob 

"It'll be alright Cassia," he says calmly, "You'll be able to figure it out." 

[...] 

"VISION NO!" You scream, scrambling up to your feet and attempt to save Vision again from Thanos. But he bsck-hands you into a tree, knocking you out 

[...] 

As you regain consciousness you see Wanda beginning to become dust. As half-consciouss as you were, you scrambled up to your knees and launched yourself with whatever energy you have left to reach Wanda. 

"Wanda NO!!!" You scream as a last effort 

She dusts right as you try to cup her cheek with your hand, a couple of dust. You open your hand and begin banshee screaming.

You let out a sigh once Vision comes to. 

"The last five years were horrible," you sigh, "Trying to get my mind off of Wanda in said years, didn't help. She'd often be in my dreams. Hoping I could revive you or get her back." 

"So in other words," Vision starts, "I left a promise to you that would look after Wanda after I'd be gone?" 

You nod, blushing a deep red as soon as you look over Vision's shoulder; Wanda standing at the bottom of the stairs. 

"W-Wanda," you stutter, "How long were you standing there?" 

"Long enough." She smiles, but the smile faded as the Hex was getting even closer 

You motion for Vision to Wanda in his final moments. You look on as Waves and Vision embrace. 

"Before I go Wanda, I must know. What am I?" He asks 

"You are Vision," she smiles sadly, "You are my sadness, my hope. But most importantly, you are my love." 

He smiles as he kisses Wanda for the last time as the house begins going back to its original state. You felt tears run down your face as you watch Vision disappear. 

"Goodbye Cassia," Vision says, "take care of Wanda for me. " 

You ugly cry as you try to smile and nod at his request. 

"So long darling," he finally says as he disappeared, the go far to its foundation 

You regain yourself as you begin walking toward Wanda. 

"You okay Wans?" You ask, hectic putting your hand on her shoulder 

She sighs at your touch. 

"Cass, make your own life worth while. I'm not worth it, " Wanda says 

You meet her face, "Wans, your worth a million universes to me. Besides, I like adventure." 

"Cass, you do know that once you go with me, you can't turn back right?" She asks 

"I'm fully aware doll," you say, holding her hand, "Where you go, I go." 

"You-you don't hate me? For leaving you?" She asks 

You take her hand in yours and intertwine your fingers together, "I never did." 

You place a gentle kiss on her forehead before you put on her hoodie as you begin leading her away from the foundation to leave Westview. However, you felt eyes on Wanda... Not the good kind either. However, you meet up with Monica. 

"You don't hate me?" Wanda asks 

"With your situation and your kind of power," Monica starts, "I'd bring back my mom." 

"That makes two of us," you emphasize with Monica, "I'm sorry." 

"I'm sorry too," Wanda says, 

"They'll never know what you've sacrificed for them," Monica states 

"I don't think it'll change how they see me," Wanda adds, "Goodbye Monica." 

You casually salute three fingers up to her and give her a smile. Wanda wraps her soothing red magic around you along with her arm slithering around your waist and you two turn to the edge of Westview. 

"We're going to be okay Wans," You say 

You weren't fully sure. But you were certainly going to give it your all to protect Wanda. For Vision. Real and Westview Vision.

Epilogue You emerge from the waters that was right in front of your shared cabin with Wanda. It was way off grid. That's whats gonna stay that way. You look up and see Wanda holding a towel out to you. You first wipe your face dry and then your hair. 

"I have tea warming up just for you love," Wanda smiles as she brings you inside, her fingers gently running along your bare back, "Your favorite."

Sometime later, you knock on the doorframe to your bedroom and peek around the door. As much as you didn't want to disturb her, you wanted to check on her and you wanted to see her as her true self. She smiles when she sees you. She stops her studies and walks over to you. 

"You doing okay?" You ask 

"Yeah I'm alright Cass," she smiles, kissing your nose, "I'm beginning to think Vis let you come with us is that smiles they're gone, I still have someone to look at." 

"I think he was right," you put your forehead onto Wanda's, "I never want to let you go away from me again."