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lex-loudestwoman · 1 year

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Kaylor Swiftgron: Which Muse Inspired Which Songs on Red & 1989

On the precipice of 1989 TV's release and amidst the Kaylorification of 1989 TV's rollout, I thought it'd be a good time to figure out which muses aligned to which songs. I did my research, which includes: lyrical analysis & music video analysis, the timing of when songs were written, which producers and co-writers were credited to each song, social media posts, and where the girls were in real time. Shout out to @sophietv for her incredible work on the Kaylor timelines and evidence, and to @swiftgronmasterpost and @swiftgronmasterpost for their work to outline everything from Achele to Rivergron to Swiftgron. Round of applause to you both!!

Let's get into it!! (and if you want to just see my conclusions for which songs are about which muse, scroooolllll to the bottom)

The Red Muses

2011

Red was written in two phases. First, she worked with her producer from Speak Now & Fearless, Nathan Chapman. They wrote 25 songs together between February and October 2011. She took these songs to Scott Borchetta and he congratulated her on a finished album, but she wanted to experiment with other producers and writers to play with new sounds. So, after October 2011 she started working with a handful of other producers to write more tracks for Red. Here's a breakdown of Red songs by producer.

Nathan Chapman:

State of Grace

Red

All Too Well

I Almost Do

Stay, Stay, Stay

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Starlight

Begin Again

The Moment I Knew

Girl At Home

Martin & Shellback:

I Knew You Were Trouble

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Message in a Bottle

Bhasker: Holy Ground

Wilson: Treacherous, Come Back...Be Here

Walker: Everything Has Changed

Lind & Bjorkland: The Very First Night

McKenna: I Bet You Think About Me

The first time we know for sure Dianna and Taylor interacted was on September 4th, 2011 at the Fairfax Flea Market, which implied that the songs Taylor wrote with Chapman weren't about Dianna.

Karlie and Taylor dated (I think) starting in the summer or early fall of 2011. I think they weren't expecting anything super serious, but it was one of those flirtations that starts out strong and feels good with them and all of the sudden you're in love and you barely believe it and feel ridiculous for knowing but you have a feeling this person is for you, maybe forever... It sounds right for Taylor who has admitted how fast & hard she tends to fall for people when she's in love.

Taylor attended the Rodarte Spring/Summer 2012 fashion show during NYFW and sat front row next to Anna Wintour on Tuesday, September 13, 2011. Karlie walked in the show (slay). This was also the day that Taylor spent with a Vogue interviewer for her iconic January 2012 Vogue Cover and Article where she is quoted as saying "I love Karlie Kloss! I want to bake cookies with her!" She said this straight after leaving the Rodarte Fashion Show.

Interestingly, Karlie was quoted in a magazine as having been introduced to Taylor Swift at the Met Gala and they joked about baking cookies together! They both attended the Met Gala in May 2011, just four months before the Rodarte Fashion Show/Vogue Interview day! So it's pretty weird that Taylor would say the exact same thing, unprompted, when she saw a photo of Karlie Kloss at a fashion designer's studio on the exact same day she sat front row for a fashion show Karlie walked in!!

I imagine that Taylor and Karlie fell into something new and beautiful and sweet by accident. The Rodarte Show was on a Tuesday, maybe they met up for coffee the next day on Wednesday, September 14th in NYC? Who's to say!

All that said, I think Begin Again is about Karlie. It was written sometime between February and October 2011, which would've been a really, really fast turnaround for it to be about Dianna. Between the music video and the lyrical connections, it's very Kaylor coded. Starlight also could plausibly be about Karlie because they attended the Met together in 2010 and 2011, and their 2011 dresses were sparkly and tbh Karlie looked hot AF.

But, let's also remember that Taylor is on tour and just got herself out of two on-again-off-again, fairly toxic relationships, and as she said herself in Begin Again that the last 8 months she's been heartbroken and scared to get hurt from love (earliest would've been June 2010-February 2011 and latest would've been February-October 2011). Plus she's not even 22 years old, so she's not necessarily good at being in relationships yet. She's in a messy place, and she falls in love like a ton of bricks.

I think that this delicate, precious new thing with Karlie didn't work out (not for malice or hurting each other, just life) and over the winter they were distant but were still in contact.

2012

On January 17, 2012 we get tweets from BOTH Karlie and Dianna about the *iconic* Vogue article. This makes me think:

1. Karlie is still interested in exploring this new relationship with Taylor

2. Dianna and Taylor have kept in touch and have a lil something something going on, a little curiosity they might want to explore

3. Taylor likes public attention, and she likes feeling wanted, and she's got two hot ass women who want her. Do you blame the girl for being messy!?!

Dianna and Taylor attend the same pre-Oscars party on February 24th, 2012, and this is where I think Swiftgron starts to take off. Dianna is all happy and heart eyes online for the next three weeks until the Speak Now Tour ends. They're spotted together frequently in March and April. The Shirley MacLaine birthday party thing happens April 25th, Dianna's circus birthday party is April 28th, and I would bet anything they started hooking up sometime these first two months. I think Holy Ground was written about Dianna's birthday party, with the note on the door with the joke we made, and that was the first day.

Taylor writes Everything Has Changed and Run on May 15th, 2012, with Ed Sheeran, and records both EHC and The Last Time on May 28th, 2012. Everything Has Changed seems Swiftgron (thanks Gaylor twt for helping me figure out that the freckles are IN Dianna's green eyes bc girl bye I was full of questions). The Last Time is almost certainly about Liz.

But Run is very Kaylor coded! The pale blue eyes, use of darling, the laugh like a child (Begin Again), locket, picture frame...

On May 31st, 2012, Dianna is bearding hard with Henry Joost to distract from her appearance with GLAAD. I have a working hypothesis that Taylor Swift hates beards and is not a fan of having to use them or be with people who have them. I just don't think it works for her with how insanely famous she is, the guys are hyperscrutinized and she's honestly not very good at being a convincing heterosexual woman. I think there's some conflict between Taylor and Dianna because of the beard.

By June 10th, 2012, Taylor has written 22, WANEGBT, and IKYWT. I am inclined to believe that WANEGBT is about Emily or Liz. Same thing with IKYWT. 22 is about her besties and living life and being carefree and embracing all of the beauty and pain of falling in and out of love and everything that is your early 20s.

We get the whole Hyannis Port x Kennedys summer week of pap walks featuring Swiftgron all over the place! But it seems like they probably break up later in July. This was a hot and cold relationship for real.

WANEGBT is released on 8/13 and Dianna tweets at Taylor (like never ever?). On September 29, 2012 Dianna and Naya Rivera are on a cheeky, lil sexy vacation in Paris. Taylor goes to Paris that same weekend to film Begin Again at the Love Lock bridge (Karlie is also in Paris but there's no evidence to show that they saw each other at all).

However, I wouldn't put it past Taylor and Karlie to have seen each other while Swiftgron was cold. Perhaps in September 2012 right around when she filmed Begin Again?

October 17, 2012 Taylor writes This Love in LA according to her diary entries. So I think This Love is about the Swiftgron reconciliation for whatever happened this summer. Things are good for a bit, they go to the Ripple of Hope gala together on December 3rd, 2012. They're pictured together on December 6th, 2012 and Dianna's all cryptic online about her secret love.

Quick Aside: Karlie and Josh have been "officially together" ever since June 2012, but they were first seen together in November 2012 when they both attended the VS Fashion Show. I'm under the impression that these gay celebrities in their early twenties only needed a beard when they were in another relationship they were distracting away from. They didn't need a beard, they could just say they were focused on friends and their career (aka 1989 era). So who was Karlie dating in mid 2012 that needed to be covered up with plausible deniability? This would've been in the works for a bit before they launched it in November 2012.

Also, super interesting that Karlie also met Taylor for the "first time" at the 2013 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, hmm? Anywayssss.

2013

I think everything Swiftgron blew up on February 14th, 2013 with the 'I Do' episode of Glee where Dianna Agron and Naya Rivera hook up on screen. Taylor made a whole big deal about this episode containing one of her songs and encouraged her fans to watch, but her song wasn't in the show (tweet was later deleted). But picture this: Happy Valentine's Day, watch your girlfriend hook up with the girl she told you not to worry about!! And then learn that they actually did hookup when y'all were on a break, like two weeks before y'all got back together!! Oooh boy!! I'm pretty sure this was what inspired Babe (in the music video Taylor was the mistress, but IRL Taylor was the main character who got cheated on instead of the mistress!!).

Dianna is a mess on Twitter after that and there might have been about two months of back & forth, maybe some breakup sex, but I think Swiftgron died dead by the time the article about them secretly dating dropped on April 16th, 2013.

The Red tour started on March 18th, 2013 and I can't imagine that made things any easier for Swiftgron. Meanwhile... I think Karlie and Taylor re-reconnected in this time period.

The 1989 Muses

2013

Taylor wrote 1989 while on tour for Red (except for This Love, according to the diary entry it was written on 10/17/2012). I think the breakup songs are about Dianna and the love songs (excluding This Love) are allllll Karlie.

If Taylor and Karlie did reconnect in Fall 2012, then Spring 2013 would be a long six months later...

Taylor and Karlie "meet for the first time" (which we have so much proof that it's not but like, okay, fine) on November 13, 2013 at the Victoria's Secret Fashion show. We know this isn't their first meeting or flirtationship, but it certainly is their first public outing to test what people say about their friendship.

Then, I'd wager Taylor plays "cat & mouse for a month or two or three" until they officially are girlfriends on March 6, 2014. Yay!!!

Songs About Dianna:

Red: Holy Ground, Everything Has Changed, Come Back...Be Here, Better Man, Babe

1989: Clean, Wonderland, All You Had To Do Was Stay, I Wish You Would

Songs About Karlie:

Red: State of Grace, Treacherous, Stay, Stay, Stay, Starlight, Begin Again, Message in a Bottle, Run, The Very First Night

1989: Welcome to New York, Blank Space, Style, OOTW, Wildest Dreams, How You Get the Girl, I Know Places, You Are in Love, New Romantics

#kaylor #swiftgron #1989 #1989 taylor's version #red #red taylor’s version #lgbetty #gaylor #taylor swift #dianna agron #karlie kloss

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yuurei20 · 1 year

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Riddle Info Compilation part 31: Riddle and Sebek

Riddle’s first impression of Sebek was favorable: Sebek impressed him with his insistence on proper conduct during ceremonies, and Riddle calls him the “one sensible head” in the 1st-year class.

Riddle’s opinion of Sebek changes quickly upon meeting him.

Sebek accuses him of being a spy sent to “uncover Diasomnia’s deepest secrets” and Riddle reflects on how he mistakenly believed Sebek to be a man of diligence and decorum, saying, “like all other Diasomnia students your well-mannered facade belies your supercilious nature.”

Riddle insists upon Sebek adhering to the ideology of the equestrian club if he is to join, emphasizing that theirs is a dangerous sport where the slightest error in judgment can invite a disastrous accident. Sebek vows to obey any orders “within reason,” but insists upon judging the skills of the other club members.

Riddle demostrates with “Vorpal,” who seems to be his preferred horse (and is also the name of the sword that slayed the Jabberwocky in Alice in Wonderland?)

Sebek describes Riddle's posture as “flawless” as he clears a triple bar and Silver explains that Riddle “has trained relentlessly to achieve perfect riding technique. He is even more skilled than I am in terms of his handling finesse. In fact, competing with him has helped me push many of my own skills to new heights.”

After watching Riddle’s demonstration, Sebek immediately submits his application to the club.

During Fairy Gala IF Sebek staunchly refuses to give anyone any help with the fairies (despite how much he suffers in cold temperatures) and Riddle reflects, “His stubbornness is a headache even at club meetings.”

Sebek may be the only non-Heartslabyul student on the main cast whom we have seen Riddle collar (outside of Leona and Grim).

He tells Sebek to consider it a learning opportunity, so that he might be taught how to behave towards those who are not in Diasomnia.

During a club recruitment event Ruggie describes Riddle as the top student in his year, saying that he can give everyone plenty of lessons on horseback riding and proper manners.

We see Riddle correcting Sebek’s habit of referring to every non-fae entity as “human."

Sebek is happy to ally with Riddle during Spectral Soiree in a rage-filled response to a letter being left behind at Ramshackle, inviting them to a Halloween party.

Riddle is as strict with Sebek as he is with anyone, refusing to excuse Sebek from Vargas Camp despite his reluctance to be apart from Malleus for three days.

Riddle says he is impressed with Sebek’s motivation (where Malleus is concerned) during the event, but he is less than fond of Sebek’s booming voice.

Both Riddle and Silver fall asleep during their turn to guard the campfire from fairies, much to Sebek’s annoyance.

Sebek insists that Riddle return to his tent and rest instead of forcing himself to stay awake, and that he take Silver along with him.

Riddle expresses annoyance with Sebek’s recklessness during the event, but compliments him on scaling a cliff for the sake of picking a flower.

In return Sebek compliments Riddle’s potion-brewing prowess, but in such a condescending way that Riddle says he can never tell when Sebek is being sincere and when he’s mocking him.

Riddle cautions Sebek’s condescending tone again later on, interrupting an argument between Sebek and another Equestrian club member after an early Vargas Monster attack.

Riddle sacrifices himself to the Vargas Monster in order to save Sebek, much to Sebek’s confusion: he shifts between shock and annoyance, saying Riddle’s assistance was “unneeded and unwanted.”

When Ruggie suggests that they work out a plan for at least one of them to survive the night Sebek insists that he cannot leave Riddle to his fate but quickly follows up with how he cannot turn his back on ANY enemy, due to his status as Malleus’ guard.

At the end of the event Riddle thanks Sebek for sparing the equestrian club from disbandment, and Sebek thanks Riddle for saving him by saying that what he did “was also worthy of merit, as far as human deeds go.”

Riddle says he still cannot tell when Sebek is being sincere, and Silver says it would be nice if Sebek could be as forthright with everyone was he is with Riddle.

Riddle does not, however, believe Sebek’s story of a monster in the mine, assuring him that fending off wild boars is also an impressive feat, if that is what the “monster” actually was, so he should be proud.

#Riddle Rosehearts #Sebek Zigvolt #twstfacts #riddlefacts #twisted wonderland #twstriddle

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neattequila · 1 year

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Harry's Style Evolution (by an actual stylist) Part 3: Fine Line Era! Part 1 of 2*

Hi hi hi. First of all thanks for all the love on Part 1 and Part 2 which are linked. I highly recommend reading them first as I'll be referencing some of his past style.

This one took me so long to do because Harry's Fine Line era is when he really develops the personal style that he's now known for, and I have LITERALLY SO MUCH TO SAY. So without further ado!

*LOL I HIT PIC LIMIT before we even got to 2020. This is officially HS Style part 3 but Part 1 of 2 for the Fine Line Era.

HERE'S THE LINK TO PART 2

We left off in 2018, Harry was still touring his first album and was dating Camille Rowe (as far we know) who was beginning to influence his style.

After Live on Tour ends there's a period where we don't see him for a bit. Later we'll learn that him and Camille have broken up, and he jets off to Japan for some much needed hermit time.

2019

January, Harry's spotted in Japan. He rings in the new year with a ragtag batch of famous people that are for some reason all in Japan at the same time.

Here we see the debut of the custom gold Gucci rings that will become a staple for him (they retail at $470 each incase you were wondering.) We also see him in some Gucci jeans, and this vintage army jacket that I still have dreams about.

By March he's back in London and we get some more hints of his evolving personal style. He's back in jeans but he's over the black skinny's he previously coveted instead opting for a light wash straight leg. He wears this Raf Simmons jumper I'm obsessed with an looks oh-so-cozy. We'll also see the athletic outfits that he still wears today.

Also in March he introduced, and preforms with, Stevie Nicks as she's inducted into the Rock n Roll hall of fame.

He wears a gorgeous blue Gucci suit with white Gucci boots. We'll actually see him in this exact same Blue suit later in an ad campaign for Gucci for their Fall 2019 collection. (P.S. his hair is so delicious here I love this length on him.)

The next time we publicly see Harold is in May for the MET GALA! Y'all do not understand how hard I screamed in my living room when I found out he was going to be one of the chairs.

We first see him in a Gucci ensemble at the pre-gala dinner which he hosts at <3 Stonewall Inn <3 I literally remember when these pictures dropped me and the girlies were going stupid on Tumblr.com. It's hard to see in this picture but this is the first we see the EARRING! (May she rest)

I do remember being slightly disappointed with Harry's gala fit at the time. I wanted it a little campier and brighter, but as his style has evolved into the Harry's House era (we will get there when we get there lol.) I feel like in retrospect I can appreciate her much better.

She was delicate, she was sexy, and she was camp and queer in a much subtler way. The pearl earring really was everything not to mention the way he looks in the sheer black. YUM!

For the after party H changes into another Gucci ensemble which is very camp in an Orville Redenbacher way. He Gucci drop cross earring is a slay.

Also in May Harry attends his first (can you believe it?) Gucci show and wears one of my FAVORITE outfits he's ever worn.

It's head to toe Gucci of course, but the white suit with the white tank underneath it. Paired with pink sunglasses and pink soft loafers and a WICKER bag! Honey, THIS is styling!

He looks like he's about to ask if I wanna do a bump in the bathroom and my answer is YES!

Harry started working with Harry Lambert towards the end of his time in 1D, and so it's safe to assume that Lambert also had something to do with this outfit (and every other outfit he wears during this era.) How we fell from grace I still can't place in my head.

Anyway we also see his soon-to-be signature Fine Line pink and blue forever nails.

In August and September he appears on a myriad of Magazine covers. Most notably Rolling Stone, but my personal favorite The Face.

So what if I think about his photos for The Face in the night time sometimes, what're you gonna do sue me?!

Left he wears Bode shorts, middle a Gucci shirt and right a gorgeous Martine Rose jacket that he pairs with acid wash jeans.

In October the music video for Lights Up drops out of no where (fun fact when it dropped I was drunk in a club and went in the bathroom to watch it, when I woke up the next day I thought I'd dreamed the whole thing.

The Lights Up MV features a variety of looks. Including what will become the official Fine Line outfit: suspenders over an open shirt with high waisted trousers. This graphic is from Harry Fashion Archive which I did get a lot of these pics from so go check them out.

In November Fine Line the album is officially announced! (See how much there is to cover! We haven't even gotten to album release yet!)

On the cover Harry wears a custom Gucci ensemble of an open shirt, suspenders, and high waisted pants. Featuring Tom Walker's hand in a Gucci glove.

In November he hosts and is the musical guest on SNL where we get some great looks.

He preforms the soon-to-be smash hit Watermelon Sugar for the first time in a custom Watermelon-coloured Gucci suit. He also preforms Lights Up in a sequin Gucci suit.

On the show he wears another Gucci suit from their Spring/Summer collection (left). This look (right) is another all time favorite outfit of mine. A custom Bode shirt jacket paired with the iconic Christopher Kane "Sex" shirt, and brown Gucci trousers. This is another example of styling at its finest.

Off the show he wears a few sweater vests, most popular of which is this one by Lavin (left.) At a Spotify party for his album in December he will wear another Lavin piece, this time a cardigan, paired with baggy chinos and vans and the soon to infamous pearl necklace.

A few more fashion moments happen in December. He collaborates with Alessandro Michele for the first time to create this limited edition "Fine Line" t-shirt (left) that retails for $75. (Did anyone actually buy these?) He also goes through a Marc Jacobs sweater/shirt kick seen here on the Ellen show (right) but he wears them a few more times as well.

He preforms "Fine Line Live" in Los Angeles wearing the Gucci suit from the album cover paired with socks that say Fuck It (left.) Right he wears another Gucci suit to preform "Fine Line Live" in London.

*LOL I HIT PIC LIMIT before we even got to 2020. This is officially HS Style part 3 but Part 1 of 2 for the Fine Line Era.

LINK TO PART TWO HERE!

#fine line #harry styles #fashion #style #stylist #fine line era #Camille rowe #gucci #idk #other tags #part 1 of 2 I'm so sorry #blame Tumblr.com

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destinyc1020 · 2 years

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timothee during dune press tour was stellar. Zendaya was otherworldly in her outfits but timmy def held his own.

I think timothee has found his look and the brands he likes to work with alexander mcqueen, stella mcartney, vivienne westwood, bottega vanetta, heidi slimane, louis vouton and knows how to use womens wear effectively and thats why he can take more risks at the red carpet.

Timmy and Mcqueen are always his best looks. Zendaya rick owens and timmy zippersuit was legit amazing.

P.s. same with austin, elvis really elevated his fashion game and he starting to know which cuts, pieces and brands perfectly match his personality.

Ooof....yaaasss Anon 👏🏾😁

The style of those two during the Dune press tour was smthg else!

I mean... just LOOK at this fashion! She killed us! 😩

Absolutely gorgeous 😍 ❤

(I still believe that had Tom not gotten exposed to covid, he would have for sure been at that London premiere 🥺)

Timmy held his own too!

Re: Austin

I agree! Whoever has been styling him for the "Elvis" press tour and red carpet events has been firing on all 4 cylinders coz whew... 👌🏾 The MET Gala, the red carpet events, etc. I think he has 2 stylists....a male and a female IIRC.

Anyway, can't wait to see those 3 slay on the red carpet for Dune 2 if they all attend 😊

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eviltiddyproductions · 1 year

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Vincenzo : Episode 5

5 episodes in I find out this show is from Studio Dragon

where will they take my emotions this time

Chayoung in a braid ahhh my sweet little babe! let me give you a forehead kiss

she’s so cute. take that hug bae 🥹

I love the apprentice <3 adore him. just went ‘👍’ 😆

not the intern murder era omg i really really thought it was going to be someone else. why were people shocked that he died 😟

the little English phrases suddenly sound so menacing 😭 how many times has he almost killed this fake CEO. fake CEO just leave like why…. is any money worth getting beaten up or choked to death on a monthly basis

help not Vincenzo helping the fake CEO

build some muscles bae you’re going to need them 😟 why would you take water from a stranger

lmao they’re both being adorable 😂😭 I would curse the fake CEO but he’s the only one getting a beating every 2 episodes 💀

Cha young get away from this man 🙏 damn he got all that from one call lmao

how do you have so much confidence in your skills and can’t find a photo of him 😭 he literally held a gala last week!

well this man got caught pretty quick lol

if you’re going to offer her tea might as well accidentally slip while you’re serving

lmaooo the stars sparkling on her white coat during the presentation. the apprentice is my third favourite person on this show

kinda sad how everything they’re saying here about the vicious circle reminds me of how Samsung covered up something similar years back using this circle but is still always front and centre everywhere in shows and movies

those threats are working with this lawyer. they just got here though? 🤨

what did the fake ceo do to get in this position like….

lmao she likes ketchup, he hates it

eating a hot dog with a white jacket, my girl is the bravest

for a second I thought she was the perjury lawyer they were talking about because she’s bribed people before but it was her dad oh lord, Babel, you will crumble !!!

he’s helping her, I guess she doesn’t get to hit him on the forehead anymore

oh no isn’t that the monk’s friend !?!!

sign the waiver or no ambulance… they’re so

one thing Vincenzo ensures is to fight people every other episode and Toto gets paid for his food

it’s so bizarre to think he’s the one who got robbed in the first episode 🤣

you do not need to get this close or remove your coat to flick her in the head but slay 😏

I knew he’d do the lightest tap, awww

it’s kinda funny how he was dragging the fake ceo for bullying his workers with spice tolerance and now he’s in a scoville battle with Vince (who got so agitated by this too like ??? so random 😭)

my sister almost murdering both of them with the spice

I thought they ended in the emergency ward with the spice but it’s the monk looking for his friend 💔

I’ve seen this doctor before in some show!

to gaslight a victim’s family for your own monetary gains….. Hell needs to happen in present for people like that. and being a doctor too! like what are we doing here. what is your job description

my good sister the intern is going to bury you

the main monk woke up too!

Vincenzo giggling as she says hi to people I see you bae !

the lawyer lady is about to eat them alive 😭🙏

they’ve had a good few days I know they’re about to have their lives upended noooo

the building going all out for them :(

is that a sports car to court they are so UNSERIOUS 😭

lmaooo I guess our real CEO fake intern really does like her (sister save yourself from his wrath 🙏)

the Italian is so unserious 🤣

the building people are here !!!

you must contemporary dance for your life

#vincenzo #episode 5 #written update #the roller coaster this show takes me on

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Helloooooooo hi can i please request Nozel, Fue and Yuno with the augustus the kings sister (y/n) who is really stubborn and rebellious and really pretty the boyz have trouble escorting her to a suitors place and she didnt really want to get enganged off some random dude and suddenly.

They encountered bandits and she kind off beat up the bandits with her magic and watch her dress get all torn up and all was left was her corset and her shorts and she was like "Since your a gentleman, would you mind not staring at my chest and lend me your robe." Then the boys give their robe blushing and then they kissed their cheeks and said "Your such a gentleman, can i cout you sometime?"

Thank you requested this since i was disappointed at the met gala😫only billie and blake slayed the look TYSM and stay safe aine🌷🌹

Hello bby! I'm so sorry I got to this late, but I did read your reqeust during the met gala time, and I gotta agree with you on blake lively, she's an absolute queen. I ship Blake and Ryan so much, they're sooooo cute o(>ω<)o

Okay let's get to your request now! I'll do some hcs of the boys' reactions although this might be a short one because you already wrote most of the story beautifully (꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡♡

Characters: Nozel , Fuegoleon, Yuno tw: violence, slight nudity I might rate this NC16, unchecked works. (at this point I might as well put unchecked works in my pinned post. Something like: Aine, aka the unchecked works writer. hhhhh)

Nozel Silva

Although you were a brat, Nozel Silva cannot deny that you had mesmerising features.

He felt honoured to have been chosen to escort the king's sister, but he was a little annoyed by how stubborn you were. You were totally not acting as a royal should. AT ALL.

However, the Silver Eagles captain did not say a single word of reproach, because he understood that you were being forced to marry by your older brother, for "better country relations". He felt that it was unnecessary to do so, but he did not speak of so, as he did not want to intrude in family (especially the king's) affairs.

When the bandits came, Nozel told everyone not to do anything rash, in case there were even more and they ended up in an ambush or so, but you just lunged forward and beat the shit out of everyone.

Nozel barked at someone to check on your wounds while he caught the bandits alive and got someone to seize them.

You were fine, except that your pretty clothes were all torn up. showing your corset and inner pants. Nozel did not know where to look as his ear tips turned red.

"Would you mind not staring at my chest and lending me your robe?" you broke the awkward silence.

The royal immediately did as he was told and quickly wrapped his robe around your frame.

Whether it was the adrenaline or it was that moment where both your faces were so close to one another, you had no idea, but you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, pulling out all your courage to confess to your long time crush.

"You're such a gentleman, can i court you sometime?"

Nozel stumbled for words but nothing came out from his mouth except incoherent eh and ahs. He then cleared his throat and pulled you up to your feet.

"I think we have to head back, the princess is not fit to meet her suitor like this."

The head of the Silva family got someone to head to your suitor's place to break the news and apologise.

On the way back home, he told you, "It's unbecoming of a royal lady to court a man, allow me to court you instead."

Fuegoleon Vermillion

He was a patient man and never really judged you on your rebellious behaviour or stubborn character. Until he had to escort you.

He had such a stressful time because from time to time you would go off course because something just caught your eye.

He finally had to put his foot down and give you a slight scolding on being a responsible adult. You rolled your eye and he glared at you, looking like a real lion. This captain sure was scary when he was serious.

Some bandits ambushed you, wanting to rob your highly valued wedding gifts. Fue immediately sprang into action, making you swoon over what a charismatic and handsome man he was when he fought.

You were caught from behind by a bandit and before Fue could come to your rescue, you beat up the bandit so badly, you probably broke a bone or two. He was howling on the ground holding on to his (most probably broken) nose.

"Are you okay, princess??" he came up to you until you both realised that you were kind naked. While you were being dragged away, the clumsy long dress you were wearing got hooked onto something and it got torn and slipped off of you.

Fuego quickly turned around. "s-sorry. I swear I didn't see anything!"

But everyone was staring at you. "Lend me your robe will you, Mr Crimson Lion!" you whispered urgently to him.

He quickly took his robe off and wrapped it around you, staring at all the other people that were gaping at you. "No true man looks at a woman while she is vulnerable."

everyone scrambled off, not daring to speak another word of this incident.

At that instant, you felt that he was just so mesmerising, your heart was throbbing out of your chest. You tip toed a little and gave him a peck on his cheeks.

"You're such a gentleman, can i court you sometime?"

His face turned beetroot red as he tongue was tied up. He started stuttering while you giggled at how cute he is.

"It's a deal then, I'll tell my brother that I've found someone, so he doesn't have to marry me off to some bloke!" you hooked your hand onto his.

Yuno Grinberryall

Yuno was silent all the time, regardless of whatever you did or said. You kicked up a fuss, and Yuno just remained silent. He gave you whatever you asked for, toilet break, water, food, shelter from the sun. This man took care of everything with a wave of his hands.

When you tried to sneak away from the group, Yuno simply caught you and sat you back on your carriage.

You even played the pity card, "Yuno, I don't want to get married to some man I don't know!"

"I'm afraid that is something I cannot help with, lady y/n.." Yuno truly did feel pity for you, but he could not do anything, he had to follow orders.

A group of bandits ambushed your group and they tried to kidnapped you. You were dragged some distance away but you managed to beat your perpetrator up while you escaped his clutches. A few other bandits chased after you but Yuno came in time, catching you in his arms while he finished the rest of the bandits off, apprehending all of them to bring them back for interrogation.

You were standing there in broken clothes and your undergarments could be seen, but Yuno didn't seem to be bothered at all. He looked at you straight in the eye and said, "we need to get you back and checked for injuries."

"Since you're a gentleman," you said with sarcasm in your voice, "would you mind lending me your robe?!"

It was then that he realised your precarious situation and wrapped his robe around you.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he adjusted his robe on you and tied the string securely so it wouldn't fall off you. You looked at his features close up, realising he was so gorgeous.

You couldn't help but put a kiss on his cheeks, "thank you."

"..." he stared at you for a few seconds, then nodding his head, "welcome"

Ugh he was so cool.

"Can I court you?" you blurted out your thoughts as he blinked at you in silence.

"Why? Am i not pretty enough for you or you have too many fan girls that you're spoilt for choices?" you smirked at him.

"do as you please." he said with a little sigh, then he carried you bridal style, "let's head home, princess."

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apollostears · 3 years

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ICY HOT [ l. wong ]

↬︎ group: wayv

↬︎ pairing: vampire!lucas x black!huntress!oc

↬︎ warning(s): blood, violence, angst, swearing

↬︎ wc: 1255

↬︎ apart of the ‘cold blooded’ series

PLOT. continuation of ‘cold & colder’ where selene and lucas are about to have their arranged wedding, eight months after the events at the gala. sinister forces are at work to stop this wedding from happening, even if it means death.

2021 halloween masterlist

“selene, i’m telling you what i already know; these flowers will not go with this dress!” selene’s mother had been adamant on her distaste for the flowers her daughter had chosen for her bouquet.

according to her mother it was tacky to want to have black roses as a bouquet.

“great thing you aren’t wearing it, yes? also, this is my wedding, however forced it may be, and i will not allow you to have your way. understood?”

it was rough how she spoke with her mother, but their relationship was strenuous and if it was up to selene, she’d only be her mother by name. queen mei was a lot nicer and more motherly to her than she had ever experienced in her twenty-one years of life. selene wished the undead woman was here instead.

“well, i think it would look lovely paired with you selene! and i’m sure we can make any alterations needed to dress, to make those flowers fit!” her wedding planner, kai, had encouraged.

in the few months selene had been planning this ceremony, kai had to endure a lot of tense conversations and awkward stares. selene would make sure the prestigious wedding planner was paid handsomely.

“thank you, kai. now, what’s next?” she asked, handing the flowers back to the florist before following kai out the shop.

her mother was the last thing on selene’s mind as the two chatted away about the day’s plans. “actually, you and the prince will be meeting at the castle for a private dance session with estelle and eben to go over the first and final dance. after that, you are free for the day.”

selene let out a sigh of relief. planning for a wedding was exhausting. especially one that’s fit for a prince and soon-to-be princess of the vampire race. it was still very weird to her. a huntress marrying a vampire; a prey being with its predator. she was sure that several people throughout the supernatural world were not pleased with this union. and neither was she to be honest, but then she understood why this was happening and figured she push her pride aside for the greater good.

“am i to change then before heading over there?” selene had been dressed in light blue jeans and a cream colored turtleneck with trainers on.

without paying her any mind, kai gave her an answer that had the huntress smiling and rolling her eyes at her. “aye-aye boss lady.”

after selene's comment, the rest of the ride to selene's apartment was silent. reese, her driver, had dropped mrs. cole off first, much to selene's pleasure. their exchange was brief with her mom promising to call later about her table seating for everyone that rsvp'd.

truthfully, selene was surprised by the turnout for the reception. she didn't have many friends, but she did invite the few that still liked her despite her situation. lucas invited whoever he knew and then the rest were just elders that the two would have to grow familiar with during their reign as king and queen.

"hate to put you on a time limit, but you really only have ten minutes before we have to be at the gate to make it on time." kai advised, fingers moving across the ipad.

selene nodded and quickly exited the car with the help of reese, to enter her apartment building. her place of sanctuary for the last four years of her life. she was only twenty-one, about to turn twenty-two, and her she was about to get married to an immortal being. being's that she, just a few months ago, was slaying in the streets at night.

entering her penthouse suite, selene hastily got changed. going through the motions, she slipped on some sweatpants and a cotton crop-top with sneakers. grabbing a water bottle and her keys, selene was on her way out the door when she noticed something.

"took you awhile to notice me darling. planning a wedding makes you soft, doesn't it?" his voice was smooth, non-threatening in the slightest, but that doesn't stop the chill that runs down her spine.

"the fuck are you doing here?" she was nervous. how long had he been here? how did she miss him? why was he here?

the man tsk'd and stood from the loveseat positioned by her window overlooking the city. his posture was straight, footsteps heavy, and stature terrifying. selene was not one easily frightened, but he. . . he was her version of the boogeyman.

she backed up slowly, moving closer to the door for an easy escape. "don't run from me angel. i just came to share something interesting with you."

"who's to say that you're telling the truth?"

suddenly, he stopped moving, almost looking like he was in thought before he lunged at selene and pushed her up against the wall with a harsh grip on her neck.

she was surprised and scared, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood on his hands as she clawed at them for release. he hadn't restricted her airway yet, careful not to squeeze too hard to avoid bruising. his breath tickled her ear as he leaned forward to whisper in it.

"someone isn't who they say they are, princess. several people are working actively against you as we speak. now, i'd hate for my favorite monster slayer to perish over some trivial diplomacy. so, be a good girl and figure out who it is after you and your precious vampire prince." he warned, releasing his grip on her neck at the end.

selene glared at him as she attempted to soothe her burning skin. "how can i trust you? you just attempted to choke me out and broke it my house. how do i know it's not you plotting against me?"

as she questioned him, the man made his way back over to her window and pushed it open. "if i wanted you dead, i would have killed you the second you stepped foot in the door. see you later selene."

and just as easily as he came in, he was gone like nothing happened. all that was left of his presence was her aching throat and her open window.

"hey selene! you in there? we gotta go!" kai's voice pulled selene back to reality and she cleared her sore throat before speaking.

"yes! yes, sorry! i'm coming out now." she called out, hastily picking up the items she dropped and rushing to her door. selene stopped in her tracks at her face in the mirror. her dark skin showed no signs of bruising, but the fear in her eyes said everything she needed to know.

shaking her head, selene attempted to pull herself together before opening her door and stepping out into the hallway.

"that's my bad. i forgot where i put my water bottle." she laughed, locking her door.

her hands were shaking and she cursed herself for being so weak. she's supposed to be this feared huntress and she can't even lock her fucking door.

"hey, you okay? are you nervous about seeing lucas?"

kai was kind. too kind for her own good, but selene had to remind herself that she hadn't grown up in the world she did. where kindness gets you killed.

"yes. just hungry probably. lets go, we're already late."

but what selene didn’t know, and wouldn’t until later, was that people really were watching her every move. and if kai hadn’t of came when she did, she would be dead.

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NOTE. this is part two in the series! as i was writing this, i figured i would make this into a mini series. hope you guys enjoy!

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years

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We all know Vil’s a professional model, but who else do you think would absolutely slay the runway?

Riddle! He reminds me a lot of Ciel Phantomhive in both behavior and appearance! Ciel rocked a lot of fancy clothes—one outfit that particularly stood out to me was a pink gown with flowers and striped ribbons. I’m sure Riddle could successfully pull off similar looks as Ciel, since they both have a refined and boyish air.

The twins! I’m biased to them because I happen to follow a lot of artists that draw them in cool, trendy clothes. They also have the height and the natural (merman) grace for modeling. No this is not an excuse for me to see Jade modeling fancy clothes what are you talking about AnYWAY MOVING ON

Leona and the Scarabia boys! This is mostly because during the Fairy Gala event (not counting Ruggie because he wasn’t in the fashion show itself), the other characters emphasize how well suited these three are at posing and catching the attention of the fairies. Kalim and Jamil are light on their feet, and Leona may be somewhat stiff, but he has natural poise and a commanding presence.

Rook! His enthusiasm will light up the catwalk! He wouldn’t be the most “cool” or traditional model, but he’d put passion into every step that he takes and he’d be able to see the beauty in every outfit that he is asked to model.

Ortho! Again, this pick wouldn’t be the most traditional fashion model, but Ortho have so much fun being one! Idia could team up with him and whip up a bunch of cool new robotic suits (that are both aesthetically pleasing and practical, just like his Wish Upon outfit) to show off Ortho to the world.

Lilia! He’s lived for so long, and traveled so far. Lilia probably has a ton of experience in wearing different articles of clothing and fashion throughout the ages. He’d know how to make anything and everything work!

Grim! Take one look at his Halloween outfit and tell me he wouldn’t look adorable in other things. More oversized ribbons and accessories for Grim!! Maybe even an ugly Christmas sweater...!!

Crewel! We can’t forget our dear old staff...!! Since Crewel-sensei is a fashion lover, I feel like he’d also know how to strut his stuff. Maybe he can show the boys right from wrong when it comes from working the catwalk!

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thatringboy · 4 years

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Some new TWST Headcannons

Some have been mentioned in posts, some are updated versions of previous headcannons and others are brand new

Riddle’s pet crab, Queen, is a trained therapy crab that specializes in anger and anxiety

Trey is really good at sneaking into places and practices by breaking into Riddle’s home

Cater and Idia are great friends online but will never acknowledge each other irl

Deuce is actually a little shit and his pettiness levels are up there with Jamil and Vil

Ace doesn’t know the meaning behind slang words, he just uses them because they sound cool

Leona instinctively carries tampons with him at all times despite going to an all guy’s school because of Ruggie

Ruggie doesn’t need to use tampons anymore bc he transitioned, but appreciates it

Leona got held back for getting into too many fights, most of which were to defend Ruggie against older students

Jack’s pet peeve isn’t dishonesty or disloyalty, it’s someone touching his tail w/out permission

Jack once met a childhood buddy of Ruggie who didn’t know that Ruggie had transitioned

Oop that was confusing.

“Who’s Ruggie? All I know is *deadname*.“

“*deadname*? Don’t you mean Ruggie?”

They never connected the dots poor boys

Azul has done many unspeakable things to fulfill a contract but will never intentionally put the Leech brothers in harm’s way or make them do something they find uncomfortable

Jade can Electric Swing dance and so can Ruggie

Floyd can dance, but Azul can’t dance for shit, so Jade and Ruggie teach them a bit

Jamil thinks that Cater is a bad influence on Kalim

Kalim invites all of his siblings to NRC pretty often and they just vibe in the dorm with him

The Fairy Gala gave Kalim and Jamil a newfound respect for Ruggie and Leona, but they lost their respect for Vil

Speaking of Vil, he actually isn’t the best potions maker in the school

Azul is the best, but he wasn’t aloud to be the dorm head of Pomfiore

Azul was upset about this

Rook’s obsession with Leona has led to a permanent ban from Savannaclaw that he always manages to get around

Epel follows Jack around and copies his work out schedule

When it was officially said that Malleus was a fairy during the Fairy Gala, Idia muted his screen and screamed into a pillow because his three year old conspiracy theory was right!

Now to research Malleus and Lilia’s real ages....

Ortho knows their exact ages, but won’t tell Idia so that Idia can have the fun of finding out on his own

Despite not being an actual student, Ortho is part of the First Year Gang

Ortho’s existence is actually a controversy in Twisted Wonderland and he started the debate on whether magical technology has gone too far to the point of reanimating the dead or not

Malleus can be heard humming lullabies for children while sketching gargoyles

Lilia takes cooking lessons from Jamil, but they always end with a fire

You’d think after 500+ years that this guy would learn how to cook

Silver has dreams about a prophecy in which he is destined to slay a great dragon

They’re always nightmares and always end the same

Whenever Silver has a nightmare or a vision of the future, he instinctively goes to either Malleus or Lilia and curls up in bed with them

He may be 17, but he is still their little boy

Sebek doesn’t actually know about Silver’s exact relationship with the dorm heads, but has a general idea (his idea is that Malleus once saved Silver’s life and he’s not wrong but he aint right either)

Sebek is kinda insecure about himself and how Silver is the favorite guard and how loud he is and how he swapped Malleus’ robe that one time and how Malleus doesn’t actually need bodyguards he’s strong on his own and probably needs a hug

The dorm heads are fully aware of this and are making an active effort to make Sebek feel included in family time

Oh and if you thought that Deuce was a petty little bitch, Sebek is just as bad

He heard someone talk bad about Silver and instead of beating them up, he shaved the kid’s head in their sleep

“Talk shit, get hit, or in this case, bald.”

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Four Rings

Kinktober Day 26 ~ kink: formal wear; quicky

pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, alcohol mention

word count: 4,455

a/n: I :) really :) like :) this :) i want a midoriya izuku in my life... pro-hero izuku is gonna slay some fucking pussy and y’all who disagree are cowards.

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Midoriya looked into the mirror as he pulled up his black slacks. His eyes trained on his waist as he tucked in the white button-down shirt he wore. His shirt was now unbuttoned two buttons from the top, teasing at his toned chest as he zipped up his pants. The black leather belt slide in shortly afterward. His green eyes stared into his reflection as he pulled on his black blazer.

At twenty-three years old, Midoriya Izuku was no longer “plain.” He stood tall, toned, scars littering his body that showed off his hero status. Kind warm eyes, with freckles scattering his nose and cheeks. He was, if anything, a fine and beautiful man.

His fingers tentatively touched his slicked-back hair. A new style he had wanted to test out for gala’s like this one tonight. A few dark curls lay across his forehead still, but most were very much fought into place. Even Midoriya had to admit that he looked good.

He walked over to his nightstand and grabbed a four heavy silver and bronze rings. They slid against his calloused fingers. Secured tight onto his index finger and middle finger. Wiggling his fingers to get used to the new weight, Midoriya grabbed his cologne. He sprayed the scent against his neck and rubbing some on his wrists.

All that was needed were shoes, which were waiting by the entrance of the house waiting for him to leave.

“Izuku?” Your voice called out, and Midoriya’s eyes trained on the master bathroom’s closed door.

“Yes, angel?” Midoriya responded, his feet already moving over to the bathroom.

“I need help!” You laugh as Midoriya opens the bathroom door. He stares at your face through the reflection of the mirror.

Midoriya’s eyes wander down your body. You’re fit into a gorgeous formal dress. The rose champagne color or the dress shining because of the silk material. Your thighs slightly picking out as he realizes that it was a double slit dress. Midoriya smirks at your appearance, you’re totally and completely hot.

Your makeup complete. Your face set with natural colors and fake eyelashes, and a dark red lip completing your look. As he walks over to you, his eyes fall onto the body chain on your chest. The dress was revealing, the fabric holding your breasts like a bra. But the delicate silver chain that runs down your neck and into your cleavage... it makes Midoriya suck air between his teeth as he zips up your dress. His fingers purposefully trailing against your exposed skin.

You smile as you thank him, your gaze focused in on your reflection as you fix your hair.

“Do you think this outfit works for the gala?” You ask as you finally turn towards your fiancée. “I don’t look too overdone.”

“You look amazing!” Midoriya disagrees as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, making sure not to disturb your painted lips.

You hum contently, your fingers trailing up his chest as you lock them behind his neck. Your body pressed against him as your own eyes glance at his outfit. “You, my love, look sexy mega ultra hot.”

Midoriya laughs, a blush rising to his cheeks, “Thank you…”

“What those fingers do.” You ask, a teasing smile on your face as his blush strengthens.

“Y-Y/n…”

“Especially with those rings? I could melt on the spot, for real.”

Midoriya whines softly in the back of his throat before burying his face into your neck. The flustered hot breaths hitting your neck harshly. “I’m sorry!” You giggle as your giant of a boyfriend tries shrinking to your height. “But are you ready to go? I hear Momo has a chocolate fountain, and that is calling my name.”

Midoriya pulls away, his lips pressing against yours again.

“Okay, let's go.”

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You loved going to “fancy events”.

The food was amazing, and the music was always live and beautiful.

Second of all, while it was under the pretense of being fancy, it was a total joke.

Your eyes concentrated on the small platter of fruits in front of you. Your fingers plucking some onto a small plate.

“I love your dress!” Uraraka sighed beside you as she grabbed a strawberry.

“It’s the only thing I had that wasn’t short.” You giggle as you help your friend pile more food onto her plate.

You also loved seeing your old classmates and beloved friends at these events.

But the main reason you loved these events?

It was the way Midoriya looked.

Tall, handsome, and breathtaking.

His smile was wide as he talked with Bakugou and Todoroki. The suit he wore was delicious against his taut muscles. His chest mocking you from the distance. The rings on his fingers shining with what seemed immense intensity.

A dull throb hit your lower belly and your lips pressed firmly against each other. Why did formal clothing turn you on this much? There was no need for you to be thirsting over your fiance like this in public.

Plopping a cube of pineapple into your mouth you turned away. You walked beside Uraraka as you joined your group of girlfriends by the dance floor. You smiled as you sat between Mina and Momo, and you joined in on the conversation.

Everything was going fine, the laughter between you seven girls warming your heart. It wasn’t even as if the seven of you didn’t see each other constantly. You all had a tradition of going to lunch or dinner every weekend. There was also the gym you all worked out at together, but being here at this gala, it was just riveting.

As the night drew on, more and more couples began gracing the floors. Dancing had begun and the group of you girls were out there dancing as if you were back in high school. Pairing up and whisking each other around the dancefloor as giggles filled the air. You held onto Tsuyu’s and Jirou’s hand as the three of you twirled around. The song was too good and both girls were being too shy.

“You wouldn’t mind if I steal y/n away for a second?” Midoriya’s voice fills your left ear as his hand comes to lay against your right waist.

“Please take her, she won’t let us sit down!” Jirou exclaims, shoving you towards your fiance to which you scoff.

“My heart is broken because you don’t want to dance with me.” You pout as you watch your friends wave as they run away towards the other girls. At least they weren’t sitting down.

You looked up into Midoriya’s green eyes and smiled. There was that small smile on his face as well, not anything like his grin. It was alluring enough to make the momentary forgotten heat flare up again.

“Hi there,” Midoriya greets you, and your smile broadens as his hand presses against the small of your back.

“Hi.” You say as you slip your hand into his free one.

Both of you don’t talk for a while as Midoriya moves you across the ballroom floor. The two of you seem to be gliding across ice. Each knowing each other so well that your steps match each other perfectly. Dancing with Midoriya was effortless, it was easy, and it was fun. You were not the greatest dancer, but somehow you turned out to be the very best with him gliding you across the floor.

A hum is then heard from your throat as he spins you, and you fall back into his arm. Only this time his hand presses your against his body. Your eyes flutter back up to his face. You had taken a comfortable position of laying your head against his shoulder.

“You alright?”

Midoriya nods his head, his jaw tightening as he leans in close, his lips brushing ever so soft against your ear.

“Your dress is doing something to me.” He whispers low into your ear.

A cunning smile extends onto your features as you fail to suppress it.

“What is she doing? I’ll tell her to stop.” You tease looking down at the shining jewelry between your breasts. The champagne color of your dress was truly memorizing.

“She’s making everyone look at you.” Midoriya sighs. The hot air of his exhales making goosebumps flash down your neck. “People wanting to know if you’re available for them. Asking me if we were still together as if that ring around your finger wasn’t enough to warrant them off.”

“Oh, who asked? Do I know them?” You ask, your lips pressing onto the sweet spot on Midoriya’s neck. The place where his jaw met his neck. “Because, if it was Bakugou, I may have to leave you.”

Midoriya snorts as you giggle against his skin.

Bakugou just was not someone he was jealous of or insecure about.

“Should we go ask him?” Midoriya purrs into your ear.

You swear that the pooling heat of your arousal is finally gracing your thighs. You pull away from Midoriya, a sly look to your eye as you pull him towards the ash-blond who is refusing to go and dance. “Let’s ask?”

You wave and smile as you approach Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki. Midoriya squeezing his hand as his obvious embarrassment at you catching his fake. “Hi boys,” You say as you bring Midoriya next to you, nudging him into the free chair at the table. They all greet you back, of course not all were verbal welcomings. “Bakugou, I have a question--”

“Y/n!’

“-- can you watch Midoriya for me? I need to go use the restroom, and well, he’ll destroy the dance floor if left unattended like during high school?”

You don’t wait for a response, choosing instead to wave as you walk away towards the bathroom.

You grin as you pick up your wallet from your table, taking it with you to the restroom.

You walked into the nearest restroom. Staring at your reflection in the mirror for a solid minute before peeing. Flushing and washing your hands, you returned your gaze towards yourself. Then a brilliant idea flashed across your mind.

Your sex life with Midoriya Izuku was not vanilla.

But he would never ever attempt to get frisky in public even if he would tease you as he did earlier. It seemed like you were going to change that finally. Nodding to yourself, your fingers held onto the small pair of panties you wore with the dress. With firm fingers, you slide them down. Grabbing your wallet, you folded up the panties and shoved them in. They would go unnoticed there.

With a final nod of approval, you walked out of the restroom, head high, confidence emitting from your skin.

You were not going to leave without fucking Midoriya in the bathroom and that was final.

As you reentered the ballroom, your eyes focused on your fiance. Said fiance who was now by the drinks talking with Todoroki. Deciding to start things low, you took your phone and sent him a text message.

you: i forgot to mention this earlier, but i thought you looked very hot tonight…

Placing your things back onto the table, you grin as you watch Midoriya pull out his phone and checked the text. His cheeks flushing when Todoroki moved to read it. Midoriya waves him off repocketing his phone as he babbles off.

Oh, how you loved the fact that no matter how confident your fiance was, he was still the same fifteen-year-old high school boy you fell in love with.

You returned to the girls and continued on as if nothing was different.

Your behavior didn’t change, not even in the slightest! Well as long as you didn’t count the fact that you were looking back at your fiance every thirty seconds. Your heart rate racing as he was always looking at you, his green eyes locked on your figure as you danced about.

Midoriya had even come back and danced with you again for a few more songs. Each and every time resulting in you "accidentally" brushing yourself against his crotch. A needy whisper into his ear as he held you close. Hell, at one point your whispers had gotten to him so much that he tripped over his own feet after standing still for more than ten seconds.

How you saw it, you were ready to move on to the final nail in the coffin.

You sauntered over towards Midoriya who was standing with Iida. The two friends chatting as they drank. You smiled in greeting at Iida as your mouth immediately pressed against Midoriya’s ear. Your lips teasing his ear as you spoke.

“I forgot to mention this earlier, but I’m not wearing any panties…”

You pull away looking over at a confused Iida who looked ready to ask his questions, “No worries, Iida-kun! I was telling Midoriya that there were no more chocolate-covered strawberries.” You pout as Iida strikes up a conversation.

While you were paying attention to every word he was saying, Midoriya’s grip on your waist was intoxicating.

“Well, actually.” You interrupt Iida, your hand that was resting against Midoriya’s waist trailing down to his ass. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to go use the restroom!”

You wave goodbye as you walk away praying that Midoriya would either follow you or understand what you meant. You were walking towards the furthest restroom. Something you only knew because Hagakure had complained about it being the one open when she had to pee.

Your eyes glanced behind you. Disappointment flooded your veins as you realized that you hadn’t succeeded. But you did need to check up on your makeup, it had been a bit hot on that dance floor.

Opening the bathroom door, you stepped in and you moved to turn it.

Before you succeeded, the door slammed open.

Your curly-haired fiance stepped in, his face set into an almost scowl as he closed the door as quickly as he had come in. The small click echoing in your ears as your heart rate picked back up. The heat between your thighs aflame as his lips are on yours suddenly. You don’t even have time to tease him about finally giving in.

Your hands don’t even have the time to fist themselves into his jacket as he picks you up. He roughly sets you onto the cold marble counter.

Your heart hammers in your ears as his lips are possessive, lusting, and intense. Your whimpers leaving your throat as his lips pepper down your neck. His teeth making contact with your flesh every so often.

“First, you’re wearing this voluptuous dress and you’re moving around as if you don’t even know it.” Your moan staggers out of your lips as his fingers run up and down the silk dress. “Next, the fucking body chain directing everyone’s eyes to your fucking tits? Are you a slut, y/n? Do you want everyone to be imagining your tits when they’re getting off? And now? You’re telling me you’re not wearing any panties? All night? You’ve been dancing around and moving… were you trying to expose yourself to everyone? Such a fucking whore...” His peppering kisses turn into hisses as his fingers reach your exposed thighs. The rings on his fingers cold against your skin and you arch into his touch. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to get me to fuck you in public…”

You grin as you feel his fingers tease your slit as if trying to make you desperate to sink him into your aching heat.

“I’m sorry,” You moan as he begins to insert the tip of his finger into your wet pussy. You pull out his fingers from under your dress, a triumphant smirk on your face. “I need to fix my makeup. I have a beautiful fiancee waiting for me!”

Slipping off the counter you turn towards the door, unlocking it.

Before you can open it, Midoriya’s pressed sinfully against your back. His hand slamming on the door, and his hard cock rubbing deliciously into your ass. “I guess I’ll have to fucking remind you who you belong to, sweetheart.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.” You breathe as his teeth bite down on your earlobe.

“We’ll see whose name you’re praising to in a few minutes then,” Midoriya promises and you laugh. Your hand snaking behind you to grasp his dick.

“Maybe you’ll be the one moaning my name…”

His hand reaches back out to lock the door. “Unfortunately, only good girls can have their ideas heard.” He growls.

Your eyes widen as you’re back onto the counter. The green sparks of his quirk use making your mouth open in retaliation. He was cheating! However, he steals all words leaving your mouth as he sinks his two fingers into your blazed core.

The heat emitting from his fingers and the cold, cold metal of his rings makes your hands shoot out to hold him for support. A sensuous moan pouring from your mouth as his fingers pump into you. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.” Midoriya groans, his head tilting backward as his fingers move within your walls.

Your head drops back as he continues slamming his fingers within you. The temperature difference between your needy sex and the rings on his fingers is overwhelming.

“‘Zuku…” You gasp, your hips rolling in time with his fingers. “Ohhhh my god!”

“What’s wrong, angel?” Midoriya snickers, his fingers curling within you. Your jaw drops as the sensation build from within you. The rings drag against your inner walls, his fingernails teasing your walls as well. “Do you like my rings?”

Your breathing is so shaky, so irregular you can only nod your head as his fingers work their magic from within you.

“You’re so fucking wet, how long have you been craving me?” Midoriya groans as he moves the skirt of the dress from between your thighs. Revealing your wet throbbing sex to him. He lowers himself to the level of your cunt. His cold breathes of air hitting your heated sex in a way that made you sob. “You really like the cold, huh.” Midoriya chuckles as his hand reaches behind you to turn on the cold water.

His fingers disappear from within you, “Suck.” Midoriya commands you, his fingers thick with your arousal by your lips.

Your mouth opens and he inserts his fingers.

You moan as you taste yourself on his fingers. The salty taste you recognize as Midoriya’s skin overwhelming you. Your swirl your tongue against his fingers. Your cheeks hollowing as you suck every single last drop of your arousal off his fingers.

What you didn’t expect was for his other fingers on his left hand to enter you. They were clumsier, not as trained as his right hand, but the cold metal on the rings once again making you cry out in pleasure as he scissors his fingers.

“Such a naughty girl so worked up and all I’ve used is my fingers.” Midoriya clicks his tongue as he moves his fingers from your mouth. He places them into the running cold water. “Have I ever mentioned how fucking pretty you look with my fingers deep in your pussy?”

“‘Zuku!” You moan in embarrassment and pleasure. While his fingers were magical, you wanted more. You needed more. “P-please I just want your dick.” You mewl as the water turns off.

Your whine even more as his now cold and wet hand hits your heated inner thigh.

This was too much, the feeling of his fingers within your heat. The impossibly cold metal refusing to warm up within you. The desperation within you wanting Midoriya to do nothing but fuck you against this counter. You sit up straighter, your fuzzy mind clear as you unbuckle Midoriya’s belt. It undoes easily, and your mind spins as Midoriya enters his other fingers in you.

Your head drops back as you curse his name.

Four fingers are in you.

Four rings burning against your heated walls.

Your pussy throbs in the sensation as you pant.

“Please!” You cry as your hips rut against his moving fingers. Fighting through the hazy fog in your brain, your slip his pants off, the light fabric dropping to the floor. Your eyes lock on his constricted underwear and your breathing quickens.

You gasp as his fingers leave your sopping cunt as they hook around his underwear. You watch in aching pleasure as his cock springs out, and your thighs tremble at the sight of him. Midoriya has you pinned against the wall. His mouth leaving kisses down your neck. His hot tongue gliding against the metal links on your chest and you moan.

“I can’t believe I’ve been too afraid to do this earlier.” He chuckles against your wet skin. Your eyes shut closed as he pushes his cock into your waiting pussy. The veins in his cock applying more friction to his entrance and you whine. “I’m going to fuck you so well.”

“Yes!”

Midoriya smirks, and his hips pull out slightly before ramming into you. His cock bottoming out into you.

His pace is demanding, your body already very used to what he can do with his length.

Your fingers grabbed onto his flexing biceps and held onto them for dear life as he slammed himself into you. Your hips met his with every thrust, rolling against him, the actions encouraging him to speed up. A small pant escaping his mouth as he picks up his speed.

Your cries aren’t unnoticed as Midoriya presses his mouth against yours, his lips hungry and choppy over your owns. You gasp louder as a particular thrust catches you off guard in terms of speed. Midoriya grins against your mouth, his tongue tracing your bottom lip. Your fingers drag against the fabric of his jacket, how you wished it was your skin he could touch.

“What would we do if someone caught you like this?” Midoriya teases, his breathing heavy against your mouth.

“T-They’d catch you all the same!” You squeak as your pussy clenches against his moving cock. Midoriya curses as well, his face moving to bury into your neck as he continues rocking into you.

He adjusts your position by dragging you against the wall and you moan at the new angle of penetration. The new rhythm making your toes curl against your heels. Uncaring that your makeup will ruin, you grabbed Midoriya by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He kissed you back, the same intense fire in this kiss as every single one. Pushing off the wall your arms wrap around his tensed shoulder and you sink your teeth into the flesh of his neck.

Midoriya curses. The words sending butterflies to your stomach as he bounces you harsher against his length.

Up and down.

Faster.

Up and down.

Harder.

Your cries are almost unnoticed against his mouth and stumble as he places you back on your feet. His hands spin you around and your chest is pressed against the cold marble. You splutter as Midoriya lifts the skirt of your dress and thrusts his cock back into your aching cunt. “I think for someone so desperate to fuck in public, you definitely are not secretive enough to do this.” Midoriya chuckles as his hips continue to slam into you.

Your hands press into the counter, your ass moving back in synch with his crashing hips. Your whines are louder now, no longer drowned out by Midoriya.

“If you wanted me so badly, we could have left early.” Midoriya teases as his hands slide down your thighs.

“I -- fuck -- I didn’t want to leave!” You cry out. Your cunt felt like it was on fire, the crashing waves of pleasure overpowering you. “Go harder, oh god ‘Zuku, don’t fucking stop!”

Midoriya’s hands trailed back up your thighs and as the tip of his cock slams against your back of your walls. His cold fingers press against your throbbing clit. A sharp sob escapes your mouth as you arch off the counter.

Your sobs are constant now, the electrifying pleasure stirring your nerves.

You were so damn close.

“Hey, is y/n okay? Is she crying?” A voice, sounding like Mina asks.

You squeak and Midoriya’s free hand muffles your voice as he shoves his fingers into your mouth.

“S-She’s just a bit sick,” Midoriya calls, his voice smoothing over. “She got a little emotional and started throwing up, she’s okay now.”

Your saliva flows down his fingers, you’re unable to contain your fluids. But despite this, Midoriya continues in his conquest. Your pussy clenching around his cock as you whimper.

“Ah, okay! Do you need me to get some water?”

“Please?”

“On it!”

Midoriya pulls his fingers from your mouth, a snarl in his tone as he speaks to you. “Almost getting caught, sweetheart, that would be embarrassing.”

“P-Please, Izuku, I’m so fucking -- oh my fucking god -- I’m so close!” You splutter, your legs trembling under his control.

“Then come.” He growls, his fingers pinching your clit.

An overwhelming pleasure crashes through you. Your body trembling against his hold as he continues slamming into you. He chases your orgasm, shifting you further against the counter to allow him to speedily crash into you.

His cock stretches you out in a new way, the bulging veins on his cock rubbing a fire against your walls. Midoriya fucks you barbarously, his fingers clenching your ass as you come apart for him. Midoriya, unable to keep a secure head on his shoulder, loses himself within you. His hips snapping forward one last time. A heavy load shooting into your throbbing cunt.

Shaky breathing fills the air as he pulls out of you.

You whine at the lack of him within you, and your knees buckle as he steps back. You hold yourself against the counter as you pant, desperate to find your air again. A whimper on your tongue as you feel your combine cum seeping from your clenching pussy.

“That was amazing.” Midoriya chuckles as he slips back his underwear and pants. You can only watch him through heavy lids as he buckles his belt. “I’ll go find Mina, I think you need to fix your makeup for real now.” He teases as he presses a kiss to your mouth.

“You have my lipstick on your lips…” You mutter as he pulls away.

“I carry around makeup wipes with me for you.” Midoriya chuckles as he pulls out his packet of them. You can only watch with an open mouth as he rubs your lipstick off his mouth and neck. “Now, I have to go find Mina, bye my love!”

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thanksfirefly · 5 years

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SO! SUITED FOR SUCCESS HUH??

Suited for Success is one of those classic episodes that everyone remembers from the first season, and for good reason.

It has a great premise, has one of the first musical numbers in the series, has a ton of good jokes (including at least one that became a major meme) and helped to completely change a large portion of the fandom’s perception of the character it focuses on.

So would it surprise you to learn that I really hate this episode?

…

lmao I’m totally kidding. It’s one of my favorites.

I absolutely adore this episode’s masterful buildup and release of tension, but also its fantastic and rather lowkey structure. Let me explain:

There’s next to no tension in the first act. The first Art of the Dress scene doesn’t have any tension; we know Rarity rules at making dresses and she’s super thrilled about it. Even with Applejack warning Rarity that it’ll be a lot of work, Rarity herself is completely calm so we feel pretty calm watching her.

Even after her first failure, we just assume she’ll try again and succeed. There’s a little tension there, but not alot. And then she has a second failure with Fluttershy. Now things are looking a bit more drastic.

But it’s the first couple lines of the Art of the Dress reprise that really turn the tension dial; specifically Rarity’s very first line in the song where she says “deadline looms” and then follows it up with “gotta get them all done by tonight”.

And things only get more intense from there during the song as she fields horrible suggestion after bad idea but can’t say anything about it, she just has to deal with her friends’ horrible fashion choices and hope against hope that she can make a miracle happen.

But she can’t.

Rarity’s first line after the song ends is “These are the ugliest dresses I’ve ever made”.

So my point is this: the pacing of this episode builds zero tension during the first act, making the sudden dramatic increase in tension for the second act even more notable, especially as that tension slowly and continuously builds throughout the act.

All this tension building finally crescendos during the disastrous fashion show, which is genuinely hard to watch and brings that wall of tension crashing down onto Rarity and the audience, but then it’s over almost as soon as it begins (the disastrous scene is mercifully short, although the buildup as Rarity’s freaking out backstage is also a beautiful example of building tension).

Meanwhile, there’s no big dramatic climax during the third act. There are no fights or arguing, Rarity doesn’t get mad at her friends at all and while she does freak out, it doesn’t really add tension. The tension building phase is over, the climax happens in the second act and the third act is all about fallout and damage control.

While the first two acts center on Rarity’s actions, the third is all about her emotions, and I love that! Even though Rarity has her meltdown and there’s still a big problem afoot with her being a laughingstock and everything, not to mention her friends feeling really awful about what they did, we know the worst of it is over. Even the resolution is fairly subdued, with the mane six finishing Rarity’s Gala dress off-screen.

Not to imply that the third act climax is anything to scoff at of course, because it absolutely slays, but the point is, the pacing is really unusual; focusing all the tension into the second act and letting the first act be quiet, peaceful buildup, and the third act be quiet, emotional resolution.

And all of this wonderfully pays off by giving us one of the most emotionally satisfying episodes of the first season, if not the whole series.

It's the very first solo focus episode of my favorite pony, a brilliant showcase of both her flaws and her strengths, it has an inspired high-concept premise, and has one of the best musical numbers in the whole show.

All that and more is why it's still one of my very favorite episodes.

#Suited For Success #episode review #i swear not all of these reviews will be like six hours long #but this episode deserves it

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veridium · 5 years

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the good, the bad, and the dirty

GET ON YOUR SUIT & TIES YA’LL BECAUSE WE’RE HEADING TO BEST-DRESSED HELL! IT’S GOING DOWN!

the start of this all // the previous episode

Special thanks to Panic! At The Disco for this segment song title reference. Oof.

The weekend is as it’s always been whenever she goes home: a brain-washing initiative for a Neo-Stepford Wives way of life. While she hides in her childhood bedroom playing “Beverly Hills” on blast to drown out the noise on the other side of the door, the night of the gala rolls around whether she likes it or not. If it wasn’t for Ellinor’s text updates about her weekend with Rutherford tol and Rutherford smol, she probably would have swan dove into her family pool from her second floor mini-balcony just to scare the shit out of her parents. Again.

She gets ready on her own, much to her Mother’s taste for opulence. A red, strapless velvet gown is her piece meal: not nearly her style, but not completely out of left field. When you can’t go black, you go red. Its ruching onto one side gives her a good illusion of a hourglass figure...or so Josephine recommended. She curls her hair and pins it to fall on one shoulder. Red lips and eyeliner sharper than her stiletto heels, and she’s done for caring. Traffic will be hell anyway, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t have her own way of escaping the evening. When she arrives and hangs up on her bluetooth call with Ellinor, the first presence she encounters is her Mom’s of course, because they had spent so much time apart. A whole hour.

Her Mother spends the brief time they have convened on the sidewalk in front of the doors to do the following: side-comment about her dress, wonder why she did not ride with them, and tell her not to do ‘unideal’ things since she is running for Mayor in the Spring so the family has to look presentable. Her step-father, Fred, comments that she cleans up nice, but it too scared of her wrath to do more. She will enter in after they do, to not risk an over-attached link; her preference, not theirs. While she stands off to the side of the main entrance and security detail, she can hear the music: smooth jazz, live, by the echo of it. Which means people will pretending they like jazz, know jazz, go see jazz. Fantastic; as if she wasn’t striving to puke into a ficus during the event anyway.

Then, as if her Champion on a shining Honda bike, Theia pulls up to the valet. She’s wearing a perfectly fitting pair of black straight pants and a matching blazer with a white pressed button-down shirt on the inside. A deep purple pocket square and black matte dress shoes cap off the outfit.

“Josephine work her magic on you, too?” She says with a laugh on her lips when she jogs up.

“Pff, yes, thankfully. You look...like you’re about to buy the entire gallery and tip the man...shit.”

“Yeah well, I gotta polish up once in a blue moon, right?”

“Ugh, a Blue Moon. That sounds so good right now.” Olivia slouches and leans against the cement block planter behind her, full of tropical plants that were undoubtedly planted mature rather than grown. Everything pretty and worth time was purchasable like that.

Theia smiles, and leans next to her. “Hey, come on you fembot. It’ll be over before you know it. Let’s go before we’re not fashionably late anymore. I have a beautiful woman in a pretty dress to see and feel undeserving of.”

The place is a madhouse. Whoever said “little Board gala” was lying out their ass. Oh, wait, it was her Mom. They enter on the first floor, but the locus it down a central, rather wide staircase made of glass and metal. People walk down is as if they’re floating down from on high -- and they probably believe it. At the base is a couple of photographers for local press, and a red carpet. A corny, overdone red carpet.

“God,” Olivia mumbles as they come down the walkway towards the stairs. “I match the carpet.”

Theia chuckles. “No, you out-do it. Come on, keep up the pace.”

“Theia, I’m in heels, and I’m tiny. Your step is four of mine, okay?”

“Then chop chop, miss!”

She elbows her in the side a bit, before rounding the open corner. The lights shining down from the tall ceiling up three floors are yellow and warm, but it doesn’t smooth over the icey, artificial feel of it all.

Elbowing through a few groups of people they stand at the top of the stairwell.

“Ready?” Theia sighs under her breath.

“No,” she responds. Then, with futility, they both start descending. Slow, not for the sake of her enjoyment, but for her shoes and gown skirt. Everything is bad as it is, until out the corner of her eye, a certain head and face flag her vision down like nothing else. Black hair. Pointed, strong nose. Oh God. Oh no.

“Shit,” Olivia curses low, veering in close to Theia. “Theia, I have to get out of here.” They’re still walking to save face, but she wants to run in the opposite direction and never return.

Theia looks out, searching. “What, what’s going on?”

“She’s here.”

“She?”

“She...she who--”

“Oh, shit. That’s her, isn’t it. Here, take hold of my arm.” She doesn’t wait for Olivia to do it, and takes her hand and hooks it under her arm, now looking like she’s escorting her. Olivia pulls back but then, as if on tragic cue, the woman she believes to be the one woman she never wants to see again looks up.

And then their eyes lock. Her heart stops, and her weight falls heavier onto Theia as she gets them down the stairs. It’s like she’s out in the open for a sniper to take her out, elevated above it all on her way down from the bullshit, wealthy heavens. It is a horrible, agonizing few seconds, before she breaks her stare and gazes down at the remaining steps. She’s too far away to see details, but her pristine, but slightly sullen complexion is enough.

People stop and stare up at them, and photographers pine mindlessly. They’re beautiful, well-dressed, and daughters of prominent families. Both rejects of the silver-spooners club, though, for different reasons. They stand together respectfully and wait for the fanfare to pass as it always does after a half minute; afterward, it’s a swift pull to the underside of the stairs and out of sight.

“Fuck! She wasn’t supposed to be here!”

“How did you know? Did she say as much?” Theia follows and stands tall while Olivia paces. Steady for her, as a friend would want to be. But in the moment she wishes Ellinor was there to match her pitch of over-worrying.

“I did--well, like, okay,” she pivots around, “the game was this weekend. The jocks party like heathens. She should be there. Ellinor said--” she stops herself. Ellinor did not say, either way, for sure. She just took the conversation for granted. She pulls out her phone and starts texting like a mad-woman:

--SOS. Cassandra is here!!!! I am losing my mind!!

Theia takes her phone just as the message sends, intervening. “Olivia, get yourself together.”

“No! No no, this is not ‘get together’ time. This is panic ti--”

“It is not! You are going to walk out there and mingle, and be hot, and not back down! Come on, you look dressed to kill. Now is the time, if there ever was one.”

A half-second of deliberation, then… “Nope! Running! Gonna--gonna r-r--”

“Liv!” her hands go to her shoulders. “You have been given a golden opportunity. The queers above have granted you this one fleeting moment of brilliant karma. You, alone, have the power to slay your demons once and for all. Are you going to cower and hide, or are you going to own it?”

Shit, that was a good speech. Olivia holds her breath and bites her lip, trying to man-up. Woman-up. Person-up. Literally anything at this point would help.

“Ugh, fuck,” she continues breaking her promise not to cuss excessively. “Okay.”

“Good. Now, take my arm again, and let’s go.”

As they re-emerge, Olivia can’t help but scoff. “You’ve been watching too much Downton Abbey with Josephine, haven’t you?”

“Agh, no! Just work with me. I have to find a way to challenge her to a duel, anyhow.”

“Jesus. You have been watching it.”

They disburse into the crowd, and Olivia does her best to mingle with meaningless manners to everyone she rubs shoulders and elbows with. Some County Commissioners, a few old people, and some young. It was exhausting, but by the end of the first hour, she had hope. Only one more, and she could free herself. Eventually they did run into good company: Josephine, in a dress just as, if not more beautiful than expected. Purple, matching Theia’s pocket square, and sequined mermaid style.

“My dear,” Josephine said coyly, as Theia left Olivia’s arm for hers. “Traffic wasn’t too much, I hope?”

“Not at all,” Theia kissed her politely against her cheek, hand gentle on her bent elbow, “I just had to persuade Olivia not to run away before she could leave her glass slipper.”

Josie giggles, and turns her attention to their third-wheel. “So, has it been bearable?”

“Not really,” Olivia says as she snags a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and his tray. It’s her third serving in the last hour or so. Theia turns to Josie and whispers something in her ear, all discrete and sexy. Fuck it all, they look so good together. When Josie’s happy face adjusts, she can only hope for the weak alcohol to start kicking in.

“I see,” Josie muses, “I should have known something was afoot when Lelian--”

“Who, now?” Olivia looks and interrupts, more on edge.

Josie raises a brow. “I...uh, nothing. Nope. Nothing.”

“Josie…” Olivia dreads, “what haven’t you told me?”

“I have not kept anything from you! But I am not responsible fo--”

“Josie!!”

The voice that could summon Olivia’s wrath comparable to a thousand suns comes from behind her. In an instant, she evaluates the surroundings for potential sharp objects to use. But it’s not fast enough for darling Leliana, as she appears. They grow their mingling circle to accommodate her.

“Leliana,” Theia nods tenuously, “so good to see you.”

“Theia!” Leliana smiles, before bending forward and kissing her on either cheek. Theia looks nervous, but humors her Parisian attitude. “You look stunning. I am so glad you could make it here.”

“Yes, well, I don’t miss an opportunity to support Josie, or her sister. By the way, Josie, where even is Yvette? She owes me my CDs, still.”

Josie folds her arms and snorts. “I’m afraid she is somewhere flirting with a classmate. Something Lucian, Lucas, I have no idea. It is her night to peacock.”

“So it is,” Leliana adds, before she looks at Olivia, blinking and shaking her head as if she had just appeared out of thin air. Maybe it was her quiet brooding. “Olivia, my goodness! I didn’t even notice you, you are stealthy in a crowd.” She’s wearing a knee-length, black dress. Chanel, maybe.

“Yes, I am, Leliana. Thank you for noticing.” Not stealthy enough, evidently. She isn’t safe from the same double-cheek-kissing, and she survives it with less grace than Theia mustered. But, when it’s over, it’s nothing but glee for everyone else.

“How wonderful. These events can be so boring.”

“They can, indeed,” Theia takes Olivia’s glass before she can knock it back like the inner bar blonde she is. “You are flying solo tonight, Leliana?”

Theia I am going to murder you in your sle--

“Hah! Oh, no, not this time, actually. She’s...hm, let me see!” she looks back over the crowd behind them. At this point, Olivia is praying for the rapture. Something, anything apocalyptic. Or a guy. A guy Leliana has brought as arm candy, named Cliff, who studies kinesiology and loves snickers. “Oh, yes! Hey, over here!” she waves.

Olivia, who has had her shoulders and chin tucked for self-preservation, locks eyes with Theia. She has that same look on her face as she did when she was giving her the pep talk: carpe diem, bitch, it’s time to handle it. Josie also looks at her, more sympathetic than motivational, but they both look away as the person Leliana’s flagging down like a plane draws closer. And so, with a deep breath and raised head, Olivia peeks back over her shoulder to behold her undoing.

A black, long-sleeve jumpsuit, with a plunging neckline that goes to the top of her ribs. Simple, fitted well, and so flattering on her figure. Black oxford-style shoes with a slight heel. Her hair is shiny and soft-looking, so much so she wants to run her fingers through it the second she sees it. For the second time, they lock eyes, and it’s in passing again. But when Cassandra looks at her the whole room becomes abysmal.

“Ah, there you are,” Leliana’s voice echoes from miles away, as if Olivia is underwater. It’s too much. It’s too good. She looks away fast, back to her friends, while Cassandra arrives between where she stands and the redhead ruining her life.

“Theia, I’m unsure if you’ve met Cass--”

“Cassandra Pentaghast,” Theia says, vaguely threatening as she holds Olivia’s champagne to her own lips, “no need to say.”

Leliana doesn’t miss a beat, glossing over the interruption. She places a hand on Cassandra’s shoulder and it inspires Kill Bill sirens in Olivia’s mind that are near-deafening. “Remember I mentioned her? Josephine’s girlfriend,” she adds.

Cassandra’s chin lifts, her tone changing, becoming more interested. “Oh. Yeah?”

Josephine bunches her shoulders all cute and clever, “the one and only, finally in the same place at the same time.” At that, Theia grins and nudges her with affection. Easy, and complete. They fit together.

“Nice to meet you, Theia,” Cassandra finally says, calmer in tone. “I have heard good things about you.”

Theia gives a pointed look back. “Wish I could say th--”

“Yes, I’m afraid I’m too much of a bragger,” Josie, again, softens the blow. “Uh, Theia, why don’t you and I go see about the chocolate fountain I hear is in the east lobby? I’m starting to get hungry, anyways.”

Olivia feels herself go pale, and she looks up, like a light bulb goes off. Her way out is granted, or so she thinks. “Good idea--”

“Oh, I can bring you back something!” Josie smiles, taking Theia in her arm and turning away, “you do not worry about exerting yourself in those stilettos!”

Olivia gives a pained exhale, thinking she’ll just follow anyway. Fuck manners. But then, she’s called by her temper.

“So, Olivia!” Leliana catches her mid step. She turns back to see them both standing to themselves like tall beams of rich snobbery, Cassandra looking reticent while Leliana’s enthusiastic as all hell. “I hear your Mother is running for Mayor in the Spring?”

She swallows hard, and straightens up. Think tall, be tall, take the chance. Make Theia proud before you kill her for all this. “Yes, she is. She’s very excited about it.”

“That is impressive. Running against an incumbent in her own party, no less.”

“Well, Republicans do love plurality of choice, do they not?” she clutches her bag with both hands.

“That’s true. Interesting times. Did you know Cassandra’s cousin will be running for the Democratic seat?”

Cassandra speaks, but is interrupted. “Leliana, that is--”

“It’s all rather hush. Your family is so reserved with their plans. It’s a wonder how they have so much going on.” An awkward half-pause, before Olivia turns more to Cassandra. Their eyes lock, and she softens.

“That is exciting, I’m sure. Congratulations and good luck to your cousin, Cassandra.”

“It..it’s no big deal. Political offices are common trappings in my family.”

Olivia fakes a grin, but her sheepish response is usurped. “Modesty,” Leliana remarks, hands going behind her. “Even with such a recent victory under your belt, no less.”

“Leliana…”

“No,” Olivia interrupts, trying harder, “I heard from Ellinor. You won the game! That is good.”

Cassandra looks back at her, somewhat surprised looking. “It was...it was--”

“It was harrowing, to say the least. A nail-biter. But Cassandra’s been practicing so intensely, and she was a master on the field. Carried the team, if you ask me. It was so special to watch. tout à fait le spectacle!” quite the show. Lord, this woman was working the Francophile angle. It was so painful. So, so painful. Olivia’s eyes glazed a bit, and she let a breath out her parted lips.

“Leliana, really, that is quite--”

“Agh, If you’ll excuse me, both of you. I...I have to make sure my eye makeup hasn’t sweat all over my face.” She looks to both of them, slanting her chin fast before seeing herself away. Behind her, she swears a faint “Olivia” is spoken, but she doesn’t heed it. Ejecting herself into the crowd. Cutting through the legion of people in black blazers and multi-colored gowns she finds a corridor, where a less-dramatic staircase is found behind an exit door. She climbs up one, two flights, heels clicking furiously until she enters the floor. It’s part of the gallery, more desolate with every turn she makes into it. She comes across an offshoot room, wide but not long, where an artist’s works line the walls with a bench in the middle of the floor. It’s white walls, industrial lights above her head, and impressionist-inspired portraits. She’s panting, out of air beneath her tight dress and the spanx. Fuck spanx.

She walks to the far corner of the room and stands in front of a painting, a woman in a black dress with a low back, sitting at a round table. There’s fruit in a bowl, of course. Always fruit in a fucking bowl. A game plan has to be made while she catches her breath. Just as she’s about to get her phone out to call Ellinor and signal her retreat, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Shoes hitting the concrete floor back in the main walkway. Closer, and closer.

“Olivia?” Her voice. It carries well, in the gallery’s cavernous architecture.

She looks to her shoulder, but keeps her back to her. “Oh, hey,” she then turns. Her hand rubs her arm. God, she looks so beautiful. Tall, statuesque, with muscled curves she wants to get lost in. It’s been a week and she’s starved like a year without crumbs.

“Hey,” Cassandra looks anxious, like she hadn’t planned this all through. “I...I’m sorry for Leliana being all...”

“What? No, don’t be. I’m not...that’s not at all why I’m up here. I just needed air. I get flustered in crowds.”

She nods abruptly. “I-I do, too.” Her hand hooks onto her elbow. “You...I almost didn’t recognize you. You look…”

“Yeah, I know.” Fuck. She shakes her head and corrects herself. “I mean, I...thank you. And don’t worry, I don’t hate your date, if that’s what you’re worried about. She’s swe--”

“Date?”

She flinches. “I...I just figured...”

Cassandra’s awkwardness melts, and she rolls her eyes and looks away, shaking her head. Everything about her says ‘unbelievable’ with frustration. “Leliana and I are not dating.”

“You...you aren’t? B-but,” she turns to face her head on, hands falling to her sides. “I thought when I saw you both at the coffee shop that morning, I…”

Cassandra steps forward. “She and I, we…” she chuckles drily, “we go to--”

“The same church. Got it.” It always...goes back...to church. She sucks her teeth for a moment, regaining her composure. Everything in her heart says leap forward, make right what was wronged. But her mind says spare more heartache. More awkward silence passes between them, before Cassandra takes another step closer.

“Is that why you’re acting like this?”

“Me? Cassandra, you have been just as aloof as I have.”

“I was trying to respect your space. You were the one who called for it.”

“Yeah, well, you said you agreed and you wouldn’t have time.” Her shoulders go back as argumentative confidence settles in. She’s good at picking fights. Not so much at...well, most other things. But if there was ever a good hail mary for her in a tough situation, it was a sparking conflict. “Um...you know, like I said, no harm done. I was going to get back to the party anyways, find my Mom, she’s--”

“You’re going to leave again.”

She blinks and looks up from her attempt to walk away, and Cassandra is staring at her. Decisive, and impatient. One might even suggest fed up.

“I…”

“You are doing exactly what you did the first time.”

Her cheeks heated. “I beg your pardon?”

A humorless smile. “You think you have it all answered again, and you’re running. You won’t let me explain, because you don’t care. You just want what you want when you want it, and when you don’t, it’s nothing.”

“Ohoho, oh no, you don’t,” the earrings come off...metaphorically.

“Then what’s the truth? Because from where I stand, you’re booking it fast for a woman in heels and a gown.”

“I’m a dancer, I’m used to being on my toes.”

Cassandra folds her arms. “Olivia.”

“Cassandra.” She matches her tone, but staring at her is breaking her apart. “You...you think what happened could just happen and I would not want space?”

“And what exactly happened, in your opinion?”

“You wouldn’t...you just…” she struggled, waving her hand at her side. “You have been making me do all these things, and chase, and I don’t know what I’m chasing! That’s what happened!”

Cassandra stares, a brow raising, but otherwise dead-pan. She then comes even closer. They are now only a couple yards apart when she stops, looking clever again. Clever and infuriating.

“Let me ask this, then: which one of us has initiated all our plans thus far?”

Olivia pouts and stomps her heel, arms crossing. She does mental math: the concert, the coffee date, the Church...thing. The pho outing. The work night in her office. Shit.

“I, uh...y-you.” Dammit. She can’t look her in the eye.

“And who has taken the other to various places that are important to her, so that the other can really get to know her, and perhaps even trust her?”

“...You.”

“And who has--”

“You, okay. You. Fine. Whatever it is, it’s you. I got it.”

Cassandra’s gaze lowers to the floor, and her hands go into her pockets. Shit, the jumpsuit has pockets.

“I think you have miscalculated just who has been doing the chasing.”

“Really?” Olivia rebuffs, “and what exactly are you chasing for, then? You...”

“I what?”

“...Make no sense, Cassandra! You’re all intentional, and you have your rules, but you don’t say anything about what they’re supposed to be accomplishing? I have no fucking idea what you want from me. You think I’m the demanding one, but you’re the one who has all the hoops to jump through with nothing promised on the other side. So what’s up?.” Her voice echoes a little too well, and she hopes they are alone wherever they are in the ridiculous building.

In the wake of her temper, though, Cassandra only frowns and looks to the floor. Pensive, as her eyebrows twitch up. Her lip rolls inward.

“You know, Liv, I don’t think the problem is my ambiguity. You’re too smart for that. I think you knew what I wanted; I think you’ve always known. You’re just upset that you can’t call the shots, even if it means the chance at being treated how you should be treated without having to spell it out or dictate it.”

Ouch.

“...And how should I be treated, then? Like a virginal Princess? To be brought back to the good side from her tawdry exp--”

“Like a person who deserves respect and genuine care as to what her ideas, concerns, and interests are!” her voice lifts, but not in volume. More...in depth. “Do you really think you objectifying me like that is going to resolve the issues you have with objectifying yourself? That every time something goes astray, you can just blame it on my background, when you know so little about it other than what I have so cautiously shown you?”

Her vocabulary, her passion, has and always will get the best of her. Olivia deflates underneath her puffed up chest, now hollowed out and losing the hunger to fight. Cassandra is right, she is not always the most articulate. However, when she is it cuts to the bone. Clean, and merciless.

“I’m not trying to do any of that,” she says, stoic but losing grip, “I’m just trying to do what’s best for me. And from the sounds of it, you have been very mistaken in your understanding of who I am.”

“Oh, have I?”

She swallows. “Yes.”

“Don’t be ridi--”

“Bullshit! You don’t get to call me ridiculous. You don’t get to show up here out of the blue, have your friend torment me on your behalf, and call me ridiculous!”

“I did not come here to torment you, I had no idea you would even be here! You said you hated these kinds of things.”

“I do! I hate them, but my family has me on a leash called ‘tuition.’ What’s your excuse, huh? Needing to show off on the town after your big soccer...thing?!” she bitterly remembers she’s inept at sports. Inept at women, too. It’s a match made in hell.

Cassandra stiffens, and takes a beat. “If it’s anyone doing the tormenting, Olivia, it’s not Leliana. I would look in the mirror for that answer.”

Olivia’s eyes narrow into a hostile, acidic glare even she can feel burn. “How dare y--”

“No, you know what,” Cassandra sets a foot back, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I did think I had found someone who turned out to be anything but who I thought they were. I’ll save you the trouble and see myself out. I know how it tortures you to be the first, anyways.” Unadulterated sarcasm. It cuts even deeper than her words.

“How can you--”

“No! Enough is enough. Now maybe, just maybe, you’ll get a taste of what it’s like when the person you can’t get out of your head for some God forsaken reason...ugh, forget it. Have a good night.” She continues back-stepping, hands with palms flat in Olivia’s direction. Olivia’s heart goes quiet again with the hope that maybe it’s all a dream, or Cassandra will come back around the corner and take it all back. But she doesn’t wake up, and Cassandra doesn’t come back. From the distant end of the floor, the fire escape door opens and shuts.

She wants to say goodbye, or mingle to keep up the charade, but coming down the stairs she can’t bring herself to rejoin. She can’t show her face, smiling and graceful, when she feels this way. So, she gets off on the first floor, and heads for the exit. There, she waits like a scorned Greek statue in her pretty gown for her car to be brought around. There’s no messages on her phone, not even from Theia or Josie. They must be having a wonderful night. Good, they should.

She drives off with all her masterful disregard for speed limits. When she brakes at the first stoplight she plugs in her phone to the AUX cord and puts it on one of her weird Spotify Daily Shuffle playlists. The first up is The 1975, “Somebody Else.” She leans forward onto her steering wheel and bursts into tears. Luckily, her last-minute stop before she drives home is nearby. She stops at the Trader Joe’s, strutting with wrath inside in her gown.

All the late night vegan Moms and 20-somethings turn to look at her, and watch her as she marches her way to the alcohol section. Her face was carefully wiped using the visor mirror before she entered, thank God, but she’s still choking back sniffles. While she stands in front of the menagerie of bottles she calls Ellinor, but nothing. Voicemail.

“H-hey, Ellinor. I’m on my way h-home. Things h-happened, and...look, I’m gonna pick up stuff and be back tonight. Maybe y-you’ll be a-awake. I...I love you…” she wants to say more, because the message thus far sounds pitiful, but she hangs up there. She grabs two bottles of mid-priced whiskey and marches, growling at the rum on her way out.

Whiskey and chocolate bars. Elitist, ‘ethically-made,’ over-priced chocolate bars, and she’s out onto the road. Her bags never left her trunk. They rarely ever do when she goes home.

She drives like a Bond stunt woman, but it gets her back faster. By the time she sets foot on the campus parking lot she’s listened to an entire 1975 discography.. The last 20 minutes were no music at all, which, arguably, is the most miserable. But she can’t keep crying while driving.

‘I think you knew what I wanted.’ Past-tense. It’s digging under her skin and driving her wild.

It’s past midnight when she walks into the dorm, barefoot and with her brown paper grocery bag, and everything is as safe as it’s gonna get. Going to her door, a faint sound echoes into the hallway and makes her stop.

Crying...that’s gotta be crying. Olivia turns and jogs down the hall as her stomach sinks with an intuitive feeling that shit has hit the fan. Pressing her ear to the door, her worst fear is realized. Nothing can stop her from shoving a bobby pin from her over-sprayed hair and unlocking her way in.

When she does, it’s bedlam: Sheets tossed, pillows thrown around the room, her string lights on draped on the walls but nothing else. And Ellinor, on the floor, curled up and sobbing.

“Ellinor, oh my God!” she drops everything and falls to her knees, crawling over to her. “Ellinor, hey, hey it’s me…!”

Ellinor flinches, but keeps crying. “L-Liv,” she quivers, “I...I…”

“Shh, sh,” Olivia sits back and pulls her into her lap, wiping her hair out of her face. She’s choking back tears both of self-pity and sympathy, now. In no shape to be a friendly savior, but she’ll try. Ellinor gains enough coherency to roll over into her, shoving her face in Olivia’s stomach. More crying, for what feels like ages, as they hold onto each other.

Then, after some time, Ellinors inhales sharp and congested. “Y-you f-feel like a Build-a-B-Bear…”

Olivia lays her head back against the lower twin bunk wood. Her chin curdles, and she wipes her face. “Y-yeah, I do. It’s a whole t-thing.”

“Liv, I f-fucked everything o-over...and he...h-he…”

“He did what?” she looks down, her attentions all the sudden lethal. “What did that bastard do?”

Ellinor trembles in her shoulders and lays on her back, face up at the ceiling as she rubs her soaking eyes. Still in Olivia’s lap, where it’s safe. “He-he went to the p-party, a-and...wait, did you…” she peers over at the bags. “Did you bring something?”

“Y-yeah,” she rubs her nose, “I went and got our favorite thing.”

“Whiskey?” her nose and lip quiver.

“Yeah. And chocolate, to go...to go in between. Maybe we should just w-wait, wait just a little while to dive in, okay? Maybe...maybe drink water, or some...something like that.”

“Ugh, angel face,” she closes her eyes and takes hold of Olivia’s hand. “You don’t look too hot, either. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

“Shh, babe,” she sighs, before yanking her necklace off. “Don’t be sorry. It’s...it’s not your fault. We’re gonna be okay, okay?” she takes a breath, and looks at the clock on the dresser. The second catastrophic Saturday night in less than a month. They must be going for a new record.

#college au #college au update #ellinor trevelyan #olivia sinclair #modern!olivia #adventures of ellinor and olivia #PREPARE THYSELVES #FOR THE ANGST

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Christmas (Batboys x Reader)

Christmas at Wayne Manor is absolute chaos. As soon as it's November 1st, Bruce has a huge tree placed in the center of the entrance and inside the Grand Hall. Later, it's decorated by two dozen maids with glass ornaments that look like they could break by a simple touch. The lights on the tree turn on only when Thanksgiving Day has arrived, and the trees are so bright that it's almost hard to look at them.

Later, Alfred is organizing servants to decorate the railings of all the stairs with pinecones and poinsettias galore. Silver tinsel and bells go by the doors and around the frames of any archways. Everything outside is covered in Christmas lights that give the grounds an elegant look for Christmas. During galas and parties, ice sculpture ornaments hang from the trees by the gates that have lost their leaves.

In all, Wayne Manor looks gorgeous for the holidays, but there is one problem. Everyone is always busy and it seems like you can't escape the bright lights and fake Christmas presents for even a second. The worst part is the constant Christmas music you swear Jason is playing just to annoy everyone. It's usually just a bunch of Carpenters and Amy Grant songs. Occasionally there's an Elvis Presley or Nat King Cole song in the bunch.

Damian is constantly chasing Titus to rip off some sort of Christmas headband that Tim sticks on him. Sometimes it's reindeer antlers, and other times, it's an Elf hat. Either way, it's hilarious to watch him chase the dog for a while.

Dick is about as excited for Christmas as you can get. He loves the holiday and tries to wear an ugly Christmas sweater every day until Christmas. On the 25th he forces everyone to be up by 5 AM and in pajamas. Bruce tries to get into everyday clothes, but Dick drags him out before he can try it. Even Alfred comes in in semi-casual clothes. Of course, he doesn't want to do it, but it is his master's wishes as Dick tells him this every year.

Let's start with the week before Christmas when the Wayne Foundation holds its annual Christmas ball. Hundreds of businessmen and women arrive to talk about their profits over the year and how they're hoping to get out of the red before the next fiscal year. Dozens of reporters come in, eager to talk to the Wayne children. In reality, every single one of you is bored the entire night.

"I can't believe he won't let us drink," Jason grumbled while the two of you sat in a dark corner of the room. Green, red, silver, and gold decorations filled the ballroom.

"Because he knows you'll drink the night away and make an embarrassment of yourself," You replied.

"Dick's always making an embarrassment of himself but he's allowed to do whatever he wants, right?"

"Dick has no shame. Bruce has given up on trying to make Dick look like he's an heir to the fortune someday."

"The last time he was at a ball, he drank so much that he started telling everyone to call him Ric."

"Maybe he has some shame. Definitely going to be in the family photo album Babs is making," You laughed.

After a man asked to dance with you, you decided it might not have been the best idea to wear heels. You went through several dances before you could finally escape, where you stumbled upon Tim.

"Hey Tim," You greeted him. He looked up from a stack of papers that he was currently holding to flash you a smile. The papers looked like they were blank. "What are you doing?"

"Escaping news reporters and women. If I make it look like I had unexpected work to do, no one approaches me except you and Bruce."

"Let me guess, you got the idea from Barbara?"

"She was the one who gave me all these papers."

"Well, at least she gave you something to do. I just had to dance with a half a dozen men who looked the same."

"Just because they're all in a tux doesn't mean they look exactly the same appearance-wise."

"Yeah, well, you dance with these heels on and tell me if you stop worrying about how you'll burn the shoes later and start worrying about what everyone looks like. I could've danced with Damian for all I know."

"Speaking of Damian, where did he go? Don't tell me he somehow escaped this."

"He better not. I'll personally kill him if he did."

"You know Bruce's rule, (Y/N)."

"Right. I'll just break all two hundred and six bones in his body."

"There you go. Wait, is that him?" Tim asks and points to someone across the room.

Sure enough, there was Damian standing and talking to a bunch of people. He looked bored and like he wanted to get out of there. You've definitely felt that way before and you felt bad for him now, so you decided to help him out.

You quickly made your way over to the crowd and pushed past to Damian. "Damian, Tim told me that he needed your help with some paperwork he forgot to file this afternoon. If he doesn't get your signature tonight he's going to be in a world of trouble with Bruce."

"It's his own fault, isn't it? Well, if I must. Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen," He flashed them a very faint smile, one that Bruce has been trying to teach him for the past week.

He quickly walked off with you and you could see by the look in Damian's eyes that he was thankful. "I have no idea why I have to be here. I don't even celebrate this idiotic holiday," He complained.

"You have to make a good impression for Bruce by looking like the perfect blood son to all of his shareholders. It's only a few nights a year that you have to do this, so suck it up."

Damian rolled his eyes and you continued your way through the party. The rest of it almost seemed like fun until Jason finally grew tired of it all. Thus, your night at the party ended with you dragging him out as he stuck any kind of food he could find into the cheese fountain. Yes, that included strawberries and even blocks of cheese.

Later that week, everyone went up to the local mall to see Santa Claus for pictures. Why? Because nearly everyone was a child and wanted to go see Santa except Damian. He was dragged along with you because he needed to see Christmas.

Santa seemed to be shocked at a huge group of adults wanting to get a picture with him, more specifically, people who either knew the Wayne family or was a part of it. He still continued to be jolly and take the picture with them.

"And what would you like for Christmas?" He asked Damian.

"The souls of the damned."

The Santa stopped for a moment, unsure of what to say. Before Damian could say anything else, Santa laughed. "Well, I'll see what I can do about it since you've been a very good boy."

Both you and Tim couldn't stop laughing at him. Everyone else was buying the pictures so Tim walked up and grabbed Damian's hand. "Don't bother getting him anything, he'll be on the naughty list for a while once you hear about everything he's done."

Christmas Eve almost seems like a typical day until about 5:00 PM. Bruce finally gets home from Wayne Enterprises and goes into his office to wrap presents. You'd think he wouldn't be into doing that, but he seems to really enjoy wrapping everyone's gifts.

You, Dick, Jason, and Tim spend the time watching all sorts of Christmas movies. Your list varies greatly. It'd start out with A Christmas Story, and merge onto It's a Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34th Street. As time progressed, you'd start watching Edward Scissorhands or The Nightmare Before Christmas. Damian would join the four of you once it reached Die Hard or stupid Syfy movies like Santa Slays and Santa Jaws.

Alfred would spend all of Christmas Eve making sure that everything was perfect for tomorrow. Even though the maids cleaned the room that had your tree in it about a dozen times, he would vacuum the floor and dust the shelves all over again. Sometimes he would reposition some of the ornaments and tilt the star into a perfect balance. He enjoyed doing it, and he would sometimes peek into the other room to see everyone watching movies.

By the time it reached 10 P.M, you would load up the NORAD Santa Tracker to see where Santa is currently. Dick loved getting to watch as the virtual sleigh moved across the map, and later started a game. Everyone had to guess the country by only the name of the town that Santa was heading to.

"He's heading to Moscow."

"Russia, duh," Damian would answer quickly.

"Athens."

"Greece," Tim chimed in.

"Izmir."

"Don't know, don't care," Jason would say as he got the eggnog out.

By 11:00 P.M, Bruce would tell you it's time to go to bed. No one would say a word because you all knew what that meant. He was coming down with all the presents, and that meant even the ones from Santa. Apparently, Santa was too scared to come to Wayne Manor every year because he knew who everyone was. Santa wasn't stupid. Coming into a house full of vigilantes in the middle of the night might not be the best idea.

Once it was about 4:30 A.M, everyone could hear Dick slowly come out of his room to check out the tree. It was no secret, and it was like clockwork for him. Everyone could get a maximum of six hours of sleep during Christmas before they wake up to Dick's face in front of them, eager to open presents. Sometimes you wondered if he was just a child in an adult body, but who were you to judge?

He'd usually wake you up first because you'd take the longest to trudge out of your bed. Because of this, you would be able to sneak into the kitchen to start heating up water for hot chocolate. You had done this every year so far, and sometimes you'd see Alfred come into the kitchen, pulling the mugs out.

You'd make enough for everybody and Alfred would help stick the marshmallows in. You placed mugs of it on all the tables as one by one everyone came down. Tim first, then Jason, then Bruce, and Damian would come down, with Dick following shortly with a bloody nose.

The entire morning consisted of everyone unwrapping presents and thanking each other. The fireplace would have a couple of logs burning inside as everyone cheered and laughed. Of course, everyone had to save a couple presents for each other because Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie couldn't come over until later in the day.

It almost seemed like you were just the average family and not a big group of superheroes that go out every night.

When it was the afternoon and the girls walked into the Manor holding dozens of gifts, it was like Christmas morning all over again. More hot chocolate was made, everyone laughed and played games, it was perfect. Except until you were done unwrapping presents.

Tonight's Christmas dinner was turkey, stuffing, and an assortment of sides to choose from. You, Jason, and Alfred cooked the dinner, and it was a long an stressful few hours. You fought with Jason for ten minutes on whether or not the "tent" of tinfoil is removed from the turkey in the final hour.

The sides were carefully prepared by Alfred as he listened to the two of you fight. Since it never got hostile, he didn't bother with breaking it up until the turkey was about to burn. Bruce and the others could hear it from across the Manor, as they watched a new movie Barbara got.

In the end, Christmas dinner was perfect as everyone ate around the table. The only problem was when Stephanie was bringing out the desert, a lovely chocolate pie that Alfred made yesterday, and she slipped. The pie went flying and splattered all over the ground. Most of it fell onto everyone's shoes, but for poor Tim, some of the whipped cream that was on top flew right into his face. Everyone felt bad, but they couldn't help it when Damian started laughing. That's right, Damian Wayne laughed.

To finish off the night, everyone told the funniest stories they had for the year. Whether if it was on patrol, or when Dick fell down the stairs and quickly brushed it off as being his new invention to go down the stairs faster. You, Bruce, Alfred, Tim, Dick, Jason, Damian, Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie had fun all Christmas day.

Even Titus had a little bit of fun for the ten seconds he was able to snag some of the chocolate pie off the ground.

If this was how they would wrap up their year, they were happy with it. For once, a Christmas in Gotham City seemed peaceful, silent, and right.

Merry Christmas to all.

May your December 25th be spent with the ones you love, and may you find happiness for even just this one day.

If you don't celebrate Christmas, happy Tuesday. I hope your day is great, something good happens, and remember, stay fabulous. <3

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