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EL AMOR TODO LO PUEDE Chapter 22:  Proximity Alert

Chapters 1-20  Chapter 21

Traffic that night was just beginning to creep again after the gridlock of rush hour, made worse by the angle of the sun blinding westbound drivers in the soggy evening air.  Barba liked hot weather, but only when he was dressed for it.  Just the walk from his garage had Rafael’s once-crisp dress shirt sodden with perspiration.  Just up the street, Rafael noticed the pretty, rounded backside of a woman in short running tights, leaning over to stretch very nice legs.  Although he appreciated the picture, he couldn’t believe anyone would willingly run through the sweltering city right now.  As he got closer, the woman stood up to change her stretch, giving him the opportunity to appreciate her upper half. She wore a ratty-looking grey T-shirt that hung loosely.  

She was right in front of his building.  He had to walk around her to get to the door. Being a lifelong New Yorker, he didn’t even think of catching her eye or saying hello, until she called his name in a surprised yelp.

“Mr. Barba!”

He turned.  To his confusion, the woman was Detective Parker, hair pulled into a haphazard knot on top of her head and skin already showing a sheen of sweat, although she was just getting ready to run.  Her T-shirt had a faded Northwestern University logo and was short enough to display a few inches of toned midsection above her black shorts. Her eyebrows pulled together and faint frown lines showed between them.  

“What are you…  Do you live in this building?”

“I do,” he answered, wearing a similar expression.

“Huh,” she said.  “So do I.”  

They didn’t speak for a few seconds, neither particularly wanting to spout one of the usual banal expressions of surprise going through their minds.  All they could think of to say was their apartment numbers.

“10C,” Rafael said.

“8D,” she answered.    

The strange moment was broken when a tall, athletic man with shaggy black hair and startlingly blue eyes jogged up to them and greeted Laura.  Rafael thought he looked like he should be pretending to man a sailboat in an advertisement for expensive cologne.

She stiffly introduced the man as her friend Jeff, leaving out the fact that she and Jeff knew one another from A.A.  She explained to Jeff that she and Rafael worked together and had just discovered they lived in the same building.  

“Jeez,” Jeff said, “What are the chances of that? So, you ready?”

Laura sputtered a hasty goodbye to Barba, and she and Jeff headed down the street at a jog.  

“So what’s his story?”  Jeff asked as they ran, avoiding the passersby on the sidewalk.

“I barely know him.  He’s the Assistant District Attorney assigned to our unit. Squad seems to like him, and he’s really good at what he does.”

“He’s pretty.  What’s he like?”

“Snarky.”

“Ooh, you like snarky.  Is he single?”

“No idea.”  

“I guess you’ll find out, since you’re neighbors. That could be convenient…”

“It could also be a pain in the ass.  I don’t think I like someone I work with living in the same building as me.”

“You don’t want him, I’ll take him.”

“Jeff, do I need to remind you you’re married?”

“Bradley would agree with me.  He has good taste.”

 Rafael scowled at nothing as he rode the elevator up to the tenth floor.  He wasn’t happy about what had just happened.  For one thing, he liked his privacy.  He didn’t want someone he worked with keeping tabs on him.  For another, it meant that, of the thousands of apartment buildings on this island, that damn Peter Stone had moved into his.  And finally, he really wished he hadn’t seen Parker in that outfit.  He didn’t need that in his head every time he saw her at work.  

 Laura let herself into the building after her run and started up the stairs.  She thought again about living in the same building with Rafael Barba, and wondered whether they would ever run into one another there.  Probably.  There weren’t that many apartments in the building.  She thought about what Jeff had said.  Barba was definitely hot.  That was one of the first things she’d noticed about him.  Now, a few weeks later, she often found herself hoping he would give her one of those smirky, smouldery looks of his, and was guilty of more than a little surreptitious admiration of his physique in his gorgeous suits.  But for some reason, it seemed odd to think of Barba as someone to date.  Even with Olivia Benson, he had a certain barrier that discouraged people from getting overly familiar.

She wondered what that was about, because it was obvious in everything about him that he was a passionate man.  That made her wonder what it would be like to be able to get around that barrier and truly know him.  As she let herself into her apartment and started the shower, she let her thoughts drift to what he would be like as a lover.  He might be so guarded because he was one of those deeply romantic men who, when they fell in love, fell hard.  Maybe he was all ardent caresses and whispered endearments – in Spanish, of course – or maybe he got all rough and growly and devouring. Maybe both.  Probably both.  OK, so maybe it wasn’t so odd to think of him as someone to date.  It was certainly easy to think of him as someone to fuck.

Under the steamy shower, turning to more realistic thoughts, Laura considered whether being neighbors meant that she and Barba might become something like friends.  It wasn’t out of the question.  After a stumble at the beginning, he did seem to be growing on her.  Carisi had been right; Barba was an acquired taste. These days, Laura actually liked him. She always appreciated anyone that intelligent and articulate, and she had a definite affinity for snarky people.

After her shower, Laura pulled on a plain grey tank dress and went to her living room to pick up her computer, intending to Skype with her family in Chicago.  She looked around her apartment.  She hadn’t brought much with her.  She’d sold her car and all her furniture in Chicago, so right now, her apartment was pretty sparsely furnished.  The only things in her living room at the moment were her new couch, her keyboard and stool, and her guitar.  

But she’d splurged on new clothes.  It was important to her to look good for her new job. Voight’s unit had worn jeans and T-shirts pretty much exclusively, because that’s how Voight dressed.  SUV had a stricter dress code.  She’d decided to go with quality over quantity, and been careful what she bought.  So now she had only two choices: new, carefully-chosen work clothes or old, scruffy, comfy sweats and hanging-out clothes.  Nothing in between.  

She plopped onto the couch and checked her email. There was a message from Avi ben Yaakov with frustrating news.  Avi was Laura’s new krav maga instructor, a native Israeli in his fifties who had practiced the art since his teen years, and perfected it while doing his compulsory service in the Israeli army.  He’d seen combat and was very serious about everything having to do with his training of his students.  The timing of Laura’s move had been poor; she’d felt like she was close to being ready to test for her blue belt, but had to leave her gym in Chicago before she could do it.  Now, she was starting at a new gym where she had yet to prove to her instructor that she was ready.

Laura grinned as she thought about the afternoon when she and her former instructor and lover, Eric Hernandez, had lain naked on the floor of his apartment researching gyms in Manhattan where Laura could continue her training.  On their stomachs with Eric’s laptop before them, they’d found Avi ben Yaakov fairly quickly because of the amount of favorable information about him online.  Avi had insisted on speaking to Eric about her skill and work ethic, and would not agree to consider taking her on as a student until he had met and tested her.  Laura was entirely intimidated.  She tried to get Eric to help her find a less demanding instructor, but Eric had asked her to trust him to know what kind of instructor she needed.  She’d trusted Eric, but the jury was still out on Avi. Still, it seemed to speak well of Avi that Laura found herself working as hard as she could, every class and every lesson, hoping to get his approval.  But for Avi, the jury was apparently still out on Laura, too.

 A week later, Barba had his first opportunity to see what Liv’s new detective would be like as a witness.  They met in the courtroom where the trial would be held, which he preferred when he could make it happen, so that he could assess how the witness would appear to the jury.  The meeting was necessarily scheduled in the evening when court wasn’t in session.  When they met in the hallway, he was surprised to see that Detective Parker had blots and smears of blood on the light linen jacket she wore, as well as on the silky tank top beneath.  She had a bruise on one cheek surrounding a small cut.

“Bloodstains.  Bold fashion statement.  It’s a way to go, but it might be a little much for a jury.”

One corner of her lips turned up as they began to walk toward the courtroom.  “Don’t worry, she was bleeding when we got there.”

“And this?”  He indicated her cheek.  

“The boyfriend.  He doesn’t like cops.”  Noting the look on his face, she added, “I didn’t make him bleed, either.”  

“Are you aware that not every detective I work with has to begin conversations with ‘I can explain?’”  

She chuckled.  “Can I bill the city for dry cleaning?”

“No.”  He opened the door for her and motioned her in.  

Laura was curious to see how Barba would conduct his witness preparation.  During her years in Chicago, she’d been prepped by a few attorneys, each of whom had his or her own style.  This was also the first time she would be spending any time one-on-one with him, and she wondered about that, too.  

He told her to sit in the witness box as he removed his coat and vest, loosening his tie even further than it had already been. She was mesmerized by his hands as he rolled up his shirtsleeves.  As much as she appreciated his style, there really was something about seeing him remove some of that sartorial armor that made his handsome features even harder to ignore.  Head in the game, Parker.  

“Tell me about your experience testifying in court,” he asked, spreading some papers into small piles on the table before him.

“Does moot court count?”

He looked up, surprised.  “Did you go to law school?”

“I had a boyfriend who did.”

Had?

“Well, it doesn’t count.”

She chuffed a short laugh.  “OK.  I probably testified at thirty trials in my uniform days, and six or seven when I was with Intelligence.  The last time was, say, three months ago.”  

“Tell me about the cases.  I want to know what kinds of things you’ve testified about.”

Laura had observed Barba in court on a few occasions since she’d been with SVU, and was interested to see that he was all business now. Perhaps not in full Prosecutor mode, but definitely serious and on a mission.  

She briefly sketched a summary of the trials at which she’d testified, beginning with traffic court, car accidents, and minor crimes, and working up to the Intelligence cases.  

“Favorite trial?”

“The naked guy.  It’s January in Chicago, below zero, and he’s wearing nothing but handcuffs.  Not even shoes.  He wouldn’t let me put a blanket over him because he said it interfered with the flow of The Force.”

No reaction.  He was looking at her, clearly hearing her, but was deeply immersed in his own trial planning.  It was impressive.  That laser focus explained a lot of the success she’d heard about.

“Most difficult trial?”

She had to think about that for a minute.  “A shootout at a factory.”

“Good.  Answer only the question you’re asked.  If I want more, I’ll ask for it.  If Buchanan wants more, make him ask for it.  Why was that your most difficult trial?”

“It was a huge building that was almost all one room, where they drop forge tools.  So there were machines everywhere.  It was dark, and everyone had flashlights, which made the light confusing, and there were a lot of people in there but you couldn’t see ‘em.  There were seven of us and then a bunch of bad guys in –“

“Suspects.  Or offenders. Not ‘bad guys’.”

“A bunch of suspects, who scattered as soon as we hit the door.  There were a million places to hide, so we had no choice but to try to flush them out. There was a firefight, and I was using an M4, which I’d never used in the field before-”

“The jury doesn’t know what an M4 is.”

“Big-ass gun.”

There it was, the look of amused disapproval.

“I’m not planning to say ‘big-ass’ in court.”

“Good to know.  You’re telling me why the situation was difficult.  Tell me why testifying about it was difficult.”

“Because I didn’t really know what happened.  I had a confused series of images in my head, and I knew what I’d been thinking, but…  There was just too much happening too fast.  CSU mapped every shot they could, and I knew how many I’d fired, but even then I couldn’t be sure which ones were mine.”

“Good.  Admit when you don’t know something.  Don’t guess. All right.  Now let’s talk about your testimony in this trial.”

For the next hour, Barba asked questions and Parker answered them.  He took her through his direct examination, correcting her errors and explaining where particular facts were especially important.  Then he switched roles, and asked the questions she could expect from the defense attorney on cross.  

He was much more critical and demanding here. It was exhausting and, at times, frustrating.  

“Where was the gun?”

“On the floor under the bed.”

“No.  It was sticking out from under the bed.”

“That’s what I said.”

“That’s not what you said.  If it was under the bed, it wasn’t in plain sight, was it?  Which means you couldn’t take it without a search warrant, which you didn’t have.  Now, where was the gun?”

“Sticking out from under the bed.  I could see the handle and part of the trigger guard.”

“Better.”

At last, he’d taken her through all the testimony he expected her to have to give.  He began to gather up his papers and note pad, putting them back into his briefcase.

“Don’t be nervous,” he told her as she crossed from the witness stand to the gate into the seating area.  

She didn’t know quite how to respond to that. “I wasn’t.  Before.  It’s not my first rodeo.  But after this…”

“Look,” he said, picking up his jacket and vest and following her to the door.  “Bottom line, just tell the truth and leave the rest to me.”

“You couldn’t have just said that an hour and a half ago?  I could be home eating pizza.”

He didn’t respond for a few moments as she passed through the door he held open and stepped to her side to walk down the now dimly-lit hallway.  “About that.”

She looked up at him to see he was not exactly frowning, but clearly a little uncomfortable.  Suddenly, she was, too.  She felt embarrassed, like she’d done something wrong or foolish.  Words came tumbling out in a rush to smooth the situation.

“I know.  I feel like I should apologize for moving into your building.  I’d feel weird about it if I were you.  I do feel weird about it.  I guess I’m used to not knowing my neighbors.  Makes me feel like I have to behave now.”  

“Actually, all I was going to say is that I’m on my way there now, and offer you a ride.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m interested in what misbehavior is now off the table.”

She was too flummoxed to answer.  

Somehow she managed to recover enough to accept a ride home once they were outside.  They walked down the street, Laura feeling grateful for the orange-tinged light of the streetlamps, which hopefully hid her blush.  Smooth.  Real smooth.

“Did you go to Northwestern?”  He asked suddenly.

“Yeah.  How did you know?”

“Your shirt.  The other day.”

“Oh.  Yeah. I have a Bachelor’s in Nursing.”

“Nursing?”

“Long story.”

“Were you a nurse?”

“Yeah.  ER nurse in Chicago.”

“Nurse, and now a cop.  You don’t go for the easy jobs.”

“I guess not.  There’s just something about being a first responder.  There’s nowhere else in the world with that kind of energy. And I like being one of the good guys.”

“As opposed to, say… lawyers.”

“Nope.  You’re the good guys, too.  Prosecutors. Guys like John Buchanan… not so much. I heard you’re Harvard Law.”

“Mmm-hmm.  Why do you speak Spanish?”

She didn’t miss the abrupt change in topic, but thought better of mentioning it.  She wondered what that was about.  

“Are you saying I actually speak Spanish?”

His stomach gave a little flip.  He really wished her teasing him didn’t do that to him. “I’m feeling generous.”

“Nice,” she laughed.

“So why?”

“Because I took Spanish class in junior high, and I fell in love with it.  I couldn’t learn fast enough.  I did a summer in Madrid in high school, and I just… The language is so beautiful.  And I like being able to talk to people who are in trouble and don’t speak English.”

“Hmmm.”

As they reached the parking garage, Barba indicated a stairway and they turned into it, heading to the first level below the street.  Barba’s car, a silver-blue Audi, was parked not far down the row.

“Wow.  Celebrity parking,” Laura noted.

“I’m kind of a big deal.”

Laura noticed that, even though he unlocked the doors with a key fob, he still walked to the passenger door and opened it for her. Now it was her turn to experience a stomach flip.  Why was that so bloody sexy?  All he did was open a door.  Because he’s a gentleman, and that’s sexy.  

The car wasn’t very big.  When they’d buckled in and Barba was backing the car out of the stall, a whiff of breeze through Barba’s open window blew a faint scent of something warm, and musky, and spicy toward Laura.  Holy shit, he smells good.  

“Can I ask you a question?  And will you give me an honest answer?”

He stole a quick look at her.  “No, your accent’s not really horrific.  I shouldn’t have said that.”

She smiled.  “How’d you know what I was going to ask?”  

“Because it was a shitty thing I said, and you seem to like to call me out when I say shitty things.”

“Hmm.  I feel kind of like a bitch now, but I also appreciate the fact that I’m keeping you on your toes.  I’ll have to think about that.”

As he turned the car into the street, she saw the most adorable half-smile touch his lips.  Oh, fuck.  This is like the tenth time he’s made me wet and he’s not even trying.  I am in serious trouble here.

He wanted to find a casual way to ask about her comment that she “had” a boyfriend in law school.  That had to be Stone, right?  Did she mean to use the past tense there?  But then why would they have moved out from Chicago together?  He wished he wasn’t even thinking about this. He needed her to be unavailable, and if she was, then what difference did it make if she was seeing a rabo[1] like Stone?  He told himself he just wanted to know whether he would be running into Stone in his building.    

“So, uh… what do you think of the building? Do you like it?”

“Of course I do.  What’s not to like?  I don’t have any furniture yet, or not much anyway, so it’s a little like camping for the moment.  But I’ll get there.  And I work crazy hours, like you, so… I’m happy.”

I. Not we. How obvious would it be if he asked-

“Do you live alone?”

“Yep.  You?”

“Yes.”  

Hmmm.  Curiouser and curiouser.  

“And the answer to your next question is, ‘I can’t.’”

“What’s my next question?”

“How can I afford to live there on a cop’s salary. I can’t.  But my overprotective father can’t sleep unless I live in a secure building, so he bought the apartment and I rent it from him.”

“I wasn’t going to ask that.”

She smiled at him.  “Sure you were.  Maybe not out loud…”

She really needed to quit smiling at him. Especially now that she lived alone. Two floors below him.

[1] dick

[lostinthewinterwood]

Yuletide Letter 2019

Dear Yuletide Writer,

well hello there! clearly you and I have some of the same interests.  I’ve never done this before; I’m afraid I don’t fully know what to say here, but here we go anyway.

General DNW:

Rape/non/dub-con; non-canonical major character death; smut/graphic sex scenes; heavy angst; hurt no comfort; graphic depictions of deliberate and methodical self-harm*; graphic depictions of suicide; heavy gender dysphoria; grimdark; complete downer endings; character bashing; incest; cringe comedy; a/b/o; mpreg.

*I don’t include things like, say, punching a wall in a fit of emotion under this. however, something like cutting would not be appreciated.

general other comments:

I like family/friendship stories, things that play with canon in interesting ways, honestly... a lot of things.  I don’t know. articulating things I like is hard.

I’d prefer gen over ship fics, and while I don’t mind sex being mentioned, for any actual scenes, a post-kissing, maybe, fade-to-black would be nice.  Overall I generally prefer ships to be background elements rather than a story’s focus, and definitely don’t think you have to write around canonical relationships on account of this.

(I don’t hate smut lmao, I’m just picky enough about it, in ways that are difficult enough for me to articulate, that I think it’d be better to not go there for Yuletide)

I like canon or near-canon settings, au settings that start from little divergences, that sort of thing.  I’d rather not have a full mundane, modern au (unless it makes sense with the canon in question? this mostly applies to The Numair Chronicles and The Dragon Prince.

I like plotty fics! but like obviously that’s going to depend on the length you’re going for.  Whatever you think best.

For almost all canons I’ve consumed all the currently available material; fandom-specific notes below.

Also, I’m Elsin on AO3 and liryian on discord.

My fandoms!

(paired with prompts and/or vague suggestions, but, you know, anything goes except for my dnws.  most prompts have spoilers in them so watch out if you’re avoiding spoilers for one you didn’t match on.)

(also: the length of my prompts may vary between my requested fandoms, depending on a whole variety of factors. Don't worry - if I requested a fandom, I want it just as much as I want the other fandoms here, regardless of prompt length.)

Zombieland Saga | Hoshikawa Lily, Tatsumi Kotaro

This one can be Lily and/or Kotaro, though if you want to put them together that’s obviously great too!  I don’t mind other characters being brought in either.  I was thinking for Lily maybe something about family and/or deep friendship, maybe the relationships between her and her dad, or her and any of the other girls, or her and Kotaro... you get the picture.  Maybe something about her being trans?  If you go that route, dysphoria’s obviously a thing that’s there, but I’d rather the fic not wallow in it, if you know what I mean.  (basically: please no misery porn with gender dysphoria).

For Kotaro, I was thinking maybe something to do with his past, or maybe what the hell’s even going on with the zombie girls, or... well.  Whatever you think is best.

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse | May Parker, Olivia Octavius

So for this one I was thinking maybe something about the relationship between May and “Liv” and I would really prefer this one to be gen.  Pre-movie (why does May call her Liv?), post-movie (what happens afterwards?), whatever you like.

Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019) | Shadowsan

Anything about him, really! Any time during canon--what does he do with VILE? what does he think of little Black Sheep?  Any time post-canon, or pre-canon, either, and I would love you forever if you explored his relationship with his brother--there’s so much potential there!

The Dragon Prince | Claudia, Soren

Any sibling fic, really, with these two!  I’m particularly interested in unforeseen consequences from Claudia healing Soren with dark magic, or maybe what-ifs--what if she didn’t do that? what if she did it differently?

I’ll probably have seen Season 3 by the time reveals happen, so feel free to incorporate new developments (but ignoring season 3 is just fine too).

The Numair Chronicles | Varice Kingsford, Ozorne Tasikhe, Arram Draper

Oh man the dramatic irony of this book is absolutely killing me.  I am deceased.  send help.

Okay, but seriously, I love these kids and I (kind-of-but-not-really) hate the fact that they are all in character here, as younger versions of the characters in Immortals, and we can see in them how it’s all going to fall apart, and we know it won’t last... well.  It hurts in the best way lmao.  Anything exploring their lives before they meet would be great (in this case I’d take any one of the three) or anything during their school years or, or, or...

If the fic is set after Numair has to leave, whichever character(s) are missing I’d like to still be some kind of present for some of it, even if only in the others’ interiority.

also!  We know from Immortals that by the time Numair’s in his 20s he can’t heal, yet he can heal in Tempests and Slaughter.  If you wanted to explore what the hell could happen to him to make him lose that skill I would love it.  I’d love most things.  Don’t stress out.

I don’t have strong opinions on any of the possible ships (though I ship Arram/Ozorne less than any other option) and my preference for gen extends to here; I’d rather not have a heavy focus on romance.  Canon-amount is nice.  If you want to write a fic that ends 20 years after Tempests and Slaughter I wouldn’t mind inclusion of Numair’s relationship with Daine.

(...or in a super super super alternative option, since I just reread the book and am now excited about everything I’d forgotten about, if you wanted to write about characters who aren’t in the tagset, I would not at all mind getting fic about Prince Stiloit or Faziy, especially in something like the leadup to their death or what-if-they-lived.)

(...although this last may be best left to treaters, since it’s somewhat removed from the original tagset...?  I don’t know, I’m sorry, I’m just now excited about everything instead of just the kids, who I’m still very excited about, so you go wild, you do you, you beautiful writer.)

(a side note: if you didn’t match with me on this one, and are interested in picking it up, then for the full dramatic irony experience I would recommend reading the Immortals quartet first, since this book sometimes plays off reader knowledge of what is to come.  On the other hand if you don’t want to do that, it’s probably not terrible to start with?  I think it works on its own, but I just wouldn’t know, as I didn’t start with it.)

(I’ve read all the Tortall works with the exception of some of the short stories.)

final notes

Thank you for writing me fic!  I’m sure it’ll be lovely. :D

[luridhearts-blog]

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SKYE & staghorn Medina Basic Bottoms

Miguel Ases Tamara Earrings

James Perse Oversize Pullover Hoodie

Diane von Furstenberg Carter Silk Blouse

Misha Collection Mika Bodysuit

coolchange Chloe Tassel Tunic

T by Alexander Wang Stripe Cropped Tee

She Made Me Jannah Skirted Crochet Bikini Top

C/Meo Collective Cold Shoulder Top

MINKPINK Soul Patch Oversize Denim Shirt

Splendid Stitch Bralette Bikini Top

Aurelie Bidermann Wheat Cobs Ring

Nanette Lepore Desert Diamond Off the Shoulder Cover Up Dress

Velvet Marina Top

A.L.C. Joels Tee

Madewell The Song Stripe Wispy Turtleneck

Derek Lam 10 Crosby Long Sleeve Blouse with Smocked Cuffs

LNA Ashley Jane Bodysuit

Philosophy di Lorenzo Serafini Asymmetrical Top

Karla Spetic Square Skivvy Tee

Kiini Soley Bikini Top

Caroline Constas Gabriella Bustier Top

Theory Basic Long Sleeve Tee

Vitamin A Magic Hour Crop Top

Sea Sabine Sleeveless Ruffle Top

Aurelie Bidermann Gold Articulated Snake Necklace

sass & bide Magic Maker Top

Tori Praver Swimwear Sunday Stripe Elena One Piece

Shourouk Tahia Clip On Earrings

3.1 Phillip Lim Crop Tank with Staple Trim

Monique Lhuillier Charlotte Crop Top

Velvet Waverly Luxe Slub Turtleneck

Jennifer Zeuner Jewelry Gizelle Choker Necklace

Milly Geo Print Bikini Bottoms

Soft Joie Bloom Top

Roberta Roller Rabbit Inez Tunic

J. Mendel Sleeveless Blouse

Clu Ruffled Shirting Sweatshirt

Kiini Ro One-Shoulder Bikini Top

SUNDRY Loved Star Pullover

Theory Tamalee Sartorial Top

A.L.C. Tota Bodysuit

Flynn Skye Leah Top

Richer Poorer Blizen Sock 2 Pack