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What to Wear with A Pencil Skirt? 8 Super-Hot Fashion Outfits for Women

Check out these simply stunning outfits to don your pencil skirts like a diva!

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Are you a trans girl or non-conforming and would like to try out feminine clothing? You may want to check this out.

Say you found this dress online and you really love the overall style of it. Great! If you’re like me, you would say “F it! I’ll buy the dress and I’ll wear it how I like!” and move on with your life. That should the end of this guide, right? Except, there is one little problem: not everybody thinks this way. Those who look for the best matching outfits aren’t just searching to fit their style, color, or personality. It also has to do with their body type. If you’re in that situation, this guide may help you out.

Body shape

Believe it or not, there are many different types of body shape (up to 10). However, the most common tend to be the following (in no order):

Rectangle- Even distribution on shoulders, hips, and waistline

Pear/Triangle- Wide hips, well-defined waist, small shoulders

Hourglass- Near-exact hip and shoulder measurements, thinner waistline

Inverted Triangle- Broader shoulders, narrower hips, little waist definition

Apple/Round- Broad shoulders and big bust, thin legs and hips

Many transgender women have the inverted triangle body shape due to several factors such as genetics, bone structure, and age. However, your body shape may also change over time due to a rebalancing of hormones, body fat, and even lifestyle. While you can’t change your bone structure, you can change your body definition through exercises.

Body proportion

Here is something you may find useful if you’re looking to customize your look. Body proportions are unique to every individual and play a factor on clothing and to some extent, accessories such as jewelry. For instance, you may find the skirt you bought looks either too long or short. There are a few areas where to measure your body proportions such as wrist length or neck size. But the best way to improve your dress type is by following the “golden ratio rule” of dividing your body into three:

The way this is read is you’re either one-third top, two-thirds bottom, or you’re two-thirds top, one-third bottom. Once you get more knowledge, you can go upwards even eighths! But for now, the focus is on these two outcomes.

The two-thirds top, one-third bottom words well with long dresses:

while the one-third top, two-thirds bottom works well with more casual clothing:

Body measurements

Now that we got a few problems out of our way, it’s time to figure out what measurements you have. The best way to find out is by using a mirror and a soft measuring tape for body. Measure all the crucial parts of your body, which are the waist, hips, shoulders, and bust. This will determine the type of body you have and have a better idea on what length you will need to try out your clothing of choice.

Shoe size

One thing very important about an outfit is choosing footwear. Although you can use your old Converses with your flared jeans, you’re certainly not going to use them with a ruffled dress. You’re definitely going to want heels or flats! Unfortunately, women’s shoe size are not exactly the same as men. But don’t give up! Fortunately, there are women’s size conversion charts that help you choose what shoe size you need.

To find out your measurements on your own, grab at least two blank pieces of paper, a pencil or pen, and a measuring tape. Place your foot firmly forward and carefully trace around the outer area of your foot. Repeat this with your other foot. Once finished, grab your measuring tape and measure from your highest point to your lowest on both sheets. Measure the width as well. If both feet measure close to 10.5, your women’s size is a 12. However, due to a difference in manufacturing based on shoe brand, as well as shoe type like pumps, the average recommended size is at least 2 inches above your actual size. For those living in other countries that don’t use the US measuring size, I left a chart that shows all the possible measurements you may use to convert your shoe size into women’s size.

What to wear based on body type

Since not all clothing is made for everyone, it’s time to list what is considered the “ideal” clothing choices based on body type. Note that these are opinions from my source’s authors. IMO, the pictures below each suggestion are a better opinion. Your are free to choose your type of clothing.

Rounded or apple shapes fit best with monochrome colors and make the person look more “fit”.

Pear or triangle shapes look more balanced with decorative accessories on top while keeping the bottom more plain.

Rectangle shapes tend to have more volume with a waist belt while pleated pants give more volume on hips.

Hourglass shapes look best when wearing bodycon dresses and cardigans to emphasize volume in their waistline.

Inverted triangle shapes pull off the wide leg pants and fitted top combo the best.

For a much more comprehensive guide for each body type, I highly recommend reading The Concept Wardrobe’s guides. It gives more details on what to wear and how to choose the best combinations. Link is provided here: https://theconceptwardrobe.com/search?query=body+frame

Tips on what to wear

Now that you reached this point, I’m pretty sure you’re excited to try out what your heart desires. However, before you go out and buy that two-piece dress, I recommend researching and observing the type of clothing women wear today. Believe it or not, people will judge based on your way of dressing, from background to social status to age. A simple look like bodysuit and jeans may look perfect on you and blend you in with the girls, but something like a hot pink bodycon will make you stand out, and most likely not in a good way. So how would you choose something that blends you in with society, but also be comfortable at the same time? Here are some tips and pics:

Find clothing that “feels” feminine. In other words, buy clothing that “feminizes” your body, such as tops that make your shoulders look shorter, wrap dresses that make your waistline shorter, and skirts that make your hips look wider.

Find the best colors based on skin tone and hair color. For instance, try out warm colors such as orange if your skin tone is warm.

Dress sexy, but never go too revealing. Seriously, have some respect to yourself. But if you really want to go out wearing, for example, a two-piece outfit, wear one that looks stylish and flatters your body in a great way.

Use accessories that fit and blend well with your body. Large jewelry goes well with larger frame, small jewelry fits with smaller wrist, and so forth. Don’t forget the purse! It is absolutely necessary now that you’re wearing pocketless clothing. Choose one that fits your taste and needs.

Bras and undergarments are necessary to wear now. As you further into your transition, your breasts will start growing and it will become more difficult and uncomfortable going out braless. Start out with a brassiere, then move on to a fitted bra as they become bigger over time. As for down there, I would use boy briefs as they’re similar to boxers. Although HRT will cause it to shrink, it does not make it disappear. If you must hide it, use a gaff or a tuck, but do not use chastity belts (Seriously, stay away from that unless you’re really into that thing). 

Optional: use waist shapers or corsets to slim down waist. Hip enlargement pads will also give your narrow hips and butt much needed volume. Breast forms can also give you an idea how big you want them in the future.

Fashion sense

But the most important part of choosing clothing as a trans girl is to wear whatever suits your taste.

For instance, are you more into the traditional and simple feminine aesthetic? Cottagecore may be for you:

But what if you’re the rebellious type that prefers to defy tradition? Well, maybe the alt-girl fashion is for you:

Maybe you’re the type that changes clothing based on season. So if you’re a summer-season type of girl, you’re definitely going for an outfit like this:

How about if you’re into the gym? Clearly your goal is to be like this:

Are you into business casual? There’s also a pic for that:

(The girl in the pic is also transgender! Her name is Suzi Hunter, better known as The Sphere Hunter.)

But we also can’t forget cosplay, either!:

(Cosplayer is Eden the Doll, a trans woman cosplayer! Picture belongs to Geo Leon.)

You’re probably the party type who loves some action:

Casual wear can also be tasteful and attractive too:

There’s so much to pic, but each style says a lot about what type of woman you are.

Where to buy clothing

If you’re interested in finding the right clothes for you, check out places that are especially gender-inclusive. As I’m based in the US, clothing stores such as Target are a good start while higher-end chains such as Nordstrom and Macy’s may have a better variety to choose from. If you’re a thrifty shopper, your local outlets, discount stores, and thrift shops have a surprising amount of great clothing for affordable prices. Although online sites like Amazon, Shein, and Zara have affordable and appealing clothing, many of these brands also have ethical concerns that overshadow their reputation. Dubbed “fast fashion”, they are a source of scrutiny among fashion fans and I would personally avoid them if possible. If you really need something affordable and new, I highly recommend purchasing through discount and thrift stores.

If you’re in need of safe undergarments, check out Urbody. They have clothing suitable for trans people, non-binary, and other identities, varying from binders to tucked leggings. They are founded by trans and non-binary people and use ethical practices and living wages for their workers. If you’re interested in checking their site out, here is the link to their page (I am not sponsored by them): https://urbody.co/

Conclusion

The whole point of this guide is to help you pick the proper clothing and accessories as a newly-out girl. I made this guide since there doesn’t seem to be many that are detailed. Keep in mind I’m still learning about female clothing as I am still in the first stages of transition myself. If anyone would like to add more info that is missing or provide any corrections, please reblog and add more helpful tips as it would help trans girls, trans women, non-binary, and anyone else that desires to wear affirming clothing. Please refrain from using any hurtful language if you’re doing so. Thank you and hugs!

Links to sources:

https://www.healthline.com/health/women-body-shapes#why-shape-fluctuates

https://www.thestylatude.com/post/the-most-common-body-shapes-for-women-and-how-to-find-out-yours

https://theconceptwardrobe.com/build-a-wardrobe/inverted-triangle-body-shape

https://www.thestylebouquet.com/2020/02/17/5-most-common-body-shapes-for-women/

https://dressedformyday.com/how-to-discover-your-body-proportions/

https://gabriellearruda.com/how-to-dress-better-female-body-shape/

https://m2fguide.com/how-to-pick-clothes-if-youre-transgender-or-crossdressing/

https://feminizationsecrets.com/mtf-clothing-tips/

https://www.instagram.com/p/CHBk9v0J_WO/

https://www.transgendermap.com/social/clothing-accessories/

https://apexfoot.com/shoe-sizing-chart/

https://www.glamourboutique.com/crossdresser-fashion/guide-male-female-shoe-sizes-33255#:~:text=Minimize%20the%20chance%20of%20having,11%20in%20a%20women's%20shoe

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Embracing Style with Lusstee’s Latest Designer Crop Tops

In the realm of fashion, crop tops have been a symbol of boldness and self-expression. Lusstee, a brand known for its chic and trendy designs, has once again captured the essence of contemporary style with its latest collection of designer crop tops. These pieces are not just clothing; they are a statement of individuality and fashion-forward thinking.

The Evolution of the Crop Top Crop tops have come a long way since their inception. Once a staple of the 80s workout gear, they have transformed into a versatile piece that can be dressed up or down. Lusstee’s new line pays homage to this evolution by offering a range of styles that cater to various tastes and occasions.

The Lusstee Difference What sets Lusstee apart is the attention to detail and the quality of craftsmanship. Each crop top is designed with the modern woman in mind, ensuring that it’s not only stylish but also comfortable and flattering. From the choice of fabric to the cut and fit, every aspect is meticulously curated to create a product that stands out in the crowded world of online fashion.

A Fusion of Trends and Timelessness Buy the latest designer crop tops that are a blend of current trends and timeless elegance. Whether it’s the classic simplicity of a monochrome piece or the daring allure of a patterned design, there’s something for everyone. The collection includes a variety of silhouettes, from fitted to flowy, and features details like ruffles, ties, and cutouts that add a unique touch to each item.

The Online Shopping Experience Convenience at Your Fingertips The beauty of Lusstee’s online store is the convenience it offers. Shoppers can browse the latest designer crop tops from the comfort of their homes, making it easier than ever to stay on top of fashion trends.

A Wide Range to Choose From Online shopping with Lusstee provides access to an extensive range of crop tops. Customers can filter their search by size, color, and style, ensuring they find the perfect top for their wardrobe.

Competitive Pricing and Exclusive Offers Lusstee is committed to providing value to its customers. The brand frequently runs promotions and offers competitive pricing, making high fashion more accessible to a broader audience.

How to Style Lusstee’s Crop Tops Styling a crop top can be as versatile as the top itself. Pair a Lusstee crop top with high-waisted jeans for a casual look, or with a pencil skirt for a more formal setting. Layer it under a blazer for a professional ensemble, or wear it alone for a bold, confident statement.

Sustainability and Fashion Lusstee is not only about style but also sustainability. The brand takes pride in using eco-friendly materials and ethical manufacturing processes, ensuring that each purchase contributes positively to the environment.

Conclusion Lusstee’s latest designer crop tops are more than just a fashion item; they are a celebration of personal style and modern femininity. With a focus on quality, affordability, and sustainability, Lusstee continues to be a go-to destination for fashion enthusiasts looking to make a statement. As the brand grows, it remains dedicated to providing an exceptional online shopping experience, bringing the best of designer fashion to doorsteps worldwide.

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Elevate Your Wardrobe with Trendy Branded Skirts for Women

In the ever-evolving world of fashion, skirts have perennially held a special place in every woman's wardrobe. From classic pencil skirts to flowing maxis, the variety in styles and cuts cater to diverse tastes and occasions. However, finding the perfect skirt that blends quality, affordability, and style can often feel like a daunting task. This is where Choosh steps in, offering a curated collection of branded skirts that promise to elevate your fashion quotient without breaking the bank.

Latest Trends in Branded Skirts

Fashion trends are ever-evolving, and skirts are no exception. At Choosh, we stay ahead of the curve by stocking the latest designs that reflect current runway inspirations and street-style chic. Whether you're looking for bold prints, elegant pleats, or minimalist designs, our collection of branded skirts for women from the world’s most renowned brands like Balmain, The Attico, Ganni, Brunello Cucinelli, and Dolce & Gabbana caters to every preference. Our skirts are crafted from premium materials that ensure comfort and durability, making them suitable for both casual outings and formal settings. From breathable cotton blends to luxurious silks, each piece is designed to flatter various body types while maintaining a timeless appeal.

Quality Check: Our Commitment to Excellence

At Choosh, quality is non-negotiable. Before our skirts reach your closet, they undergo rigorous quality checks to ensure impeccable craftsmanship and superior materials. We collaborate with renowned brands known for their commitment to ethical production practices and sustainable fashion, giving you peace of mind with every purchase. Each skirt is scrutinized for stitching precision, fabric integrity, and colorfastness to uphold our standards of excellence. We believe that every woman deserves clothing that not only looks good but also feels great to wear, and our stringent quality control measures reflect this ethos.

Unbeatable Below-Retail Prices

Contrary to the notion that quality comes at a steep price, Choosh offers branded skirts for women at unbeatable below-retail prices. By forging direct partnerships with manufacturers and minimizing intermediary costs, we pass on significant savings to our customers without compromising on product quality. Our pricing strategy is transparent and competitive, ensuring that you get the best value for your money with each skirt purchase. Whether you're shopping for a versatile everyday skirt or a statement piece for special occasions, our affordable pricing makes updating your wardrobe both accessible and enjoyable.

Complete Satisfaction: Our Customer Promise

Your satisfaction is paramount to us at Choosh. We prioritize customer feedback and strive to create an enriching shopping experience that exceeds expectations. From seamless online transactions to prompt delivery and hassle-free returns, we're dedicated to ensuring your journey with us is as delightful as wearing our skirts. By choosing Choosh for branded skirts for women, you not only invest in quality apparel but also embrace a fashion-forward approach that celebrates individuality and style. Explore our latest collection today and discover why discerning women trust us for their wardrobe essentials. Join the Choosh community and redefine your fashion statement with skirts that blend sophistication, comfort, and affordability effortlessly.

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How To Buy Preppy Skirts?

In the ever-evolving world of fashion, the preppy aesthetic has maintained its timeless appeal. Preppy skirts, in particular, have become a staple for those seeking a polished and sophisticated look. Whether you're a seasoned fashionista or just starting to explore the preppy style, navigating the world of preppy skirts can be a daunting task. Fear not, this blog post will guide you through the process of finding the perfect preppy skirts to elevate your wardrobe.

Understanding the Preppy Aesthetic

Before delving into the specifics of purchasing preppy skirts, it's important to understand the core elements of the preppy style. Preppy fashion is characterized by a clean, classic, and refined look, often drawing inspiration from traditional American collegiate and country club attire. Key features of preppy fashion include button-down shirts, polos, khakis, and, of course, preppy skirts.

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Preppy skirts typically feature a timeless silhouette, often in the form of a knee-length or midi-length A-line or pencil skirt. They are commonly crafted from high-quality fabrics such as cotton, wool, or a blend, and may incorporate details like pleats, buttons, or subtle patterns like plaid or houndstooth.

Identifying Your Personal Style

Before you start your preppy skirt shopping journey, it's essential to take the time to understand your personal style. Consider the overall aesthetic you're aiming for, whether it's a classic and sophisticated look or a more playful and youthful vibe. This will help you narrow down your search and ensure that the preppy skirts you choose complement your existing wardrobe and personal preferences.

Choosing the Right Fit and Silhouette

When it comes to preppy skirts, the fit and silhouette are crucial. Opt for skirts that flatter your body shape and accentuate your best features. If you have a pear-shaped figure, a slightly flared A-line skirt can help balance your proportions. For an hourglass shape, a tailored pencil skirt can create a streamlined and polished appearance.

Pay attention to the length of the skirt as well. Midi-length skirts, which fall just below the knee, are a versatile option that can be dressed up or down. Knee-length skirts can also be a great choice, particularly for those with a petite frame.

Selecting the Right Fabrics

The fabric of your preppy skirt can greatly impact the overall look and feel of the garment. Opt for high-quality fabrics that are durable and easy to care for, such as cotton, wool, or a blend of the two. These materials not only provide a luxurious and polished appearance but also ensure that your skirt will last season after season.

For a more formal or professional look, consider a wool or tweed skirt. If you're going for a more casual vibe, a cotton or linen skirt can be a great choice. Whichever fabric you choose, make sure it aligns with your personal style and the occasions you plan to wear the skirt.

Accessorizing for a Preppy Look

The beauty of preppy fashion lies in its versatility. Once you've found the perfect preppy skirt, you can elevate the look with the right accessories. Consider pairing your skirt with a crisp button-down shirt or a classic polo top. A structured blazer or cardigan can also add a touch of sophistication to the ensemble.

Footwear is another important element to consider. Loafers, ballet flats, or low-heeled pumps can create a classic preppy look, while ankle boots or sneakers can add a more casual flair.

Lastly, don't forget the importance of accessories. A structured tote bag, a strand of pearls, or a slim belt can all contribute to the polished preppy aesthetic.

Caring for Your Preppy Skirts

To ensure your preppy skirts maintain their pristine condition, it's essential to care for them properly. Follow the manufacturer's instructions for washing and drying, and consider dry cleaning for delicate fabrics like wool or silk.

When storing your preppy skirts, hang them or fold them neatly to prevent wrinkles. This will help them retain their shape and keep them looking their best, even after multiple wears.

Embracing the Preppy Lifestyle

Purchasing preppy skirts is just the first step in embracing the preppy lifestyle. Consider incorporating other preppy staples, such as button-down shirts, oxfords, and khakis, into your wardrobe. Attend social events or join clubs that align with the preppy aesthetic, such as polo matches or country club gatherings.

Ultimately, the key to mastering the preppy look is to find pieces that make you feel confident and comfortable. Experiment with different silhouettes, fabrics, and accessories until you discover the perfect preppy skirt that elevates your personal style.

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Skirting and its various types in construction

What is Skirting?

Skirting is sometimes referred to as baseboards or skirting boards. It passes through the bottom of the interior wall. Its main purpose is to conceal the area between the wall and the floor. Its main function is to conceal the distance between the wall and the floor. Skirting boards make your space appear larger than it is because the eye glides from the floor to the wall, producing a smooth illusion of a transition between the two. This article will discuss the numerous forms of skirting used in buildings.

The Goals of Offering Skirting

To prevent damage to the wall-floor junction.

When washing and mopping the house, keep dirt stains off the walls.

Close the gap between the wall and the floor.

To improve the building's appearance.

Allow some space between the wall and the furnishings.

To prevent stains on the furniture.

To cover any exposed or open cables within.

Keep water away from the walls.

Hide unpleasant stuff on the wall.

Types of Skirting

The following are the several types of skirting used in houses and buildings:

Wooden skirting works well with granite, marble, or tile flooring. They give the structure a classy aspect. Wood skirting is also utilized on ceilings, walls, and light floors. Traditional interiors have wooden skirting. Wooden skirting comes in a wide range of colors, sizes, designs, and shapes. Wooden skirting is visually beautiful and serves aesthetic objectives.

Pencil skirting is a great option for creating a polished and finished look in a space. In addition to providing a gorgeous, polished finish, pencil skirting is used to close the expansion gap. This skirting can be used on plain, textured, or patterned walls. Pencil skirting usually has a rounded top edge.

Metal skirting is manufactured from stainless steel. This type of skirting makes the space appear brighter. One of the most significant disadvantages of stainless steel skirting is how easily it scratches. It has a sleek exterior. Installing this type of skirting needs specialized personnel and is more difficult.

Flush skirting is the best option for matching the level of the plastering surface. Any room will benefit from flush skirting. Unlike other exterior-level tiles, it does not attract dust. The main advantage of this type of skirting over others that remain stretched out of the wall is that it does not easily attract dust. These types of skirting allow the furniture to be positioned to properly compliment the wall while also freeing up floor space.

Double-layered skirting is also referred to as two-toned skirting. These skirting boards serve to make the room's design more complicated.

As the name implies, this type of skirting consists of two components that connect when fitted. The two layers of this skirting can have the same or different levels. The double-layer skirt is a truly unique concept that creates a one-of-a-kind look. Two-layer skirting installation requires experienced labor.

Skirting continues regardless of neighboring buildings, such as stairways or other structures, as the term implies. In an interior environment, it can be used to create color harmony.

Colored skirting involves painting the skirting board with a specific color. MDF (Medium Density Fiberboard) is commonly used instead of HDF (High-Density Fiberboard) since it costs less.

Bullnose skirting enhances the building's current and elegant appearance. Bullnose skirting has the advantage of requiring less maintenance and being easier to clean. It complements any interior design aesthetic. 

Plastering Plaster skirting boards are distinct from other types of skirting. As a result, the walls are improved and appear more sophisticated. The skirting breaks up the smoothness of the wall's plaster and the wooden floor.

Movable floor Skirting is a unique type of floor covering. It fits behind the cabinet and conceals a lockable locker. When closed, the drawers mimic the skirting under the cabinet and may be pushed out to access the storage area beneath them. 

MDF skirting is a product created from compressed fiber. This type of skirting comes in a wide range of colors and designs. MDF skirting comes in two types: pre-finished and pre-finished with primer. It also costs less and lasts longer.

PVC skirting is affixed to the bottom of ground-level separators. PVC skirting sheets can be painted or given a fresh color, making them highly versatile. PVC skirting boards hide the gaps between the floor and the partition. It gives your partitions a completed, beautiful appearance. Furthermore, it provides exceptional protection against dampness, scuffs, scratches, and wetness.

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How to Install Glue Down Luxury Vinyl Tiles

Introduction Luxury vinyl tiles are fast becoming the hard floor of choice. LVTs are affordable, durable and can be DIY installed. The most DIY-friendly tiles are click-and-lock tiles and peel-and-stick tiles. We have already written a guide on how to install these types of tiles. However, if you have your heart set on the design of a glue down tile and you want to try to install the tiles yourself, then this new guide is for you.   Before - Gather Materials: To successfully install glue down luxury vinyl tiles, you will need the following – luxury vinyl tiles / LVT adhesive / trowel / utility knife / measuring tape / marker (pen or pencil) / roller (optional, but useful). - Acclimatise: Before installing your luxury vinyl tiles, leave them in the room you intend to lay them in for 24-48 hours to give them time to adjust to the room’s temperature and humidity. - Subfloor: Ensure the subfloor that you are adhering your tiles too is clean, level, free from any cracks and moisture-free. If your subfloor is imperfect, consider using a self-levelling compound to fix this. We have written a guide on how to do that too. - Measure and Plan: Use your tape measure to work out how many tiles you will need to cover your space. Remember to order 10% extra to allow for offcuts or any mismeasurements. When your tiles have arrived, try laying them out without using adhesive to see how they look in your space.   During - Applying Adhesive: Start in the centre of your space. Apply the adhesive to the subfloor using a trowel. Spread the adhesive evenly using the trowel across a small space (enough for a few tiles). - Laying Tiles: Place the first tile in the centre and press firmly and evenly to ensure good contact with the adhesive. Get your second tile and lay it next to the first one, ensuring there are no gaps between the tiles. Again, apply firm and even pressure. Continue to lay the tiles in this fashion (spread the adhesive, then lay the tile) working outwards. - Rolling Tiles: Once you have laid a section of tiles (4-5 tiles), get your LVT roller and roll across the tiles applying firm and even pressure. The roller helps ensure there is good contact between the tile and the adhesive and removes any trapped air bubbles. Roll across the tiles in multiple directions for the best result. - Cutting Tiles: As you approach the edge of your room or doorways or obstacles (permanent furniture), you will need to cut your tiles. Use your tape measure to work out how much tile you need to cut, then use your marker (pen or pencil) to clearly mark the cut lines on the tile. Now you can use your utility knife to score along your cut lines and then snap the tile by bending it. Try to score the tile deeply, so you get a clean cut when you snap the tile.   After - Trims: After you have laid your glue down luxury vinyl tiles and are happy with how it looks, you can lay trim around the edge of your room to cover up the expansion gap. Some people choose to glue or nail a skirting board over the gap to blend the floor with the wall. Other people choose a peel-and-stick trim. Also, consider using a T-bar particularly in doorways when joining one flooring type to another. This will help provide a tidy and safe finish. - Clean: Now that you have successfully glued down your luxury vinyl tiles, you can tidy up your space. The main thing to do is wipe up any excess adhesive with a damp cloth because once it has set it becomes hard to remove. - Wait: Perhaps the hardest part of the job. Now the tiles have been glued down, you need to follow the manufacturer’s guidance on how long to wait before you can use your room again. Usually, this could be anything from 24-72 hours. Remember to follow the guidance and if in doubt be cautious and wait a little longer.   Conclusion There you go – a guide on how to install glue down luxury vinyl tiles. Now out of all the types of LVT available (click-and-lock / peel-and-tick / glue down), glue down is definitely the most complicated. If you are in doubt, we advise getting a professional floor fitter to do the installation for you. At Flooring Hut, we offer a supply and fit service meaning you can browse and purchase from our extensive range of quality luxury vinyl tiles and also select a local vetted fitter to do the work for you. If you do want to have a go yourself, use this guide to help before, during and after your installation. Good luck and we hope you enjoy your glue down luxury vinyl tiles for years to come! Read the full article

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Best Leather Juttis for Women — 9threadz

Are you searching for the perfect blend of traditional charm and modern elegance in footwear? Look no further than the best leather Juttis for women from 9threadz. These handcrafted shoes not only capture the essence of Indian heritage but also provide exceptional comfort and style. In this article, we’ll explore why 9threadz stands out in offering the finest leather Juttis and how you can incorporate them into your wardrobe.

Why Leather Juttis Timeless Appeal Leather Juttis have been a staple in Indian fashion for centuries. Their timeless appeal lies in their ability to seamlessly blend with both traditional and contemporary outfits. The natural texture and sheen of leather add a touch of sophistication to any ensemble.

Durability and Comfort Leather is renowned for its durability. A good pair of leather Juttis can last for years, making them a wise investment. Moreover, leather conforms to the shape of your feet over time, providing a custom fit that enhances comfort.

Features of 9threadz Leather Juttis High-Quality Leather At 9threadz, only the finest quality leather is used to craft their Juttis. This ensures that each pair is not only beautiful but also long-lasting. The leather used is soft and supple, yet sturdy enough to withstand daily wear and tear.

Exquisite Craftsmanship The craftsmanship of 9threadz leather Juttis is unmatched. Skilled artisans meticulously handcraft each pair, paying close attention to detail. From the precise stitching to the intricate embroidery, every element is crafted to perfection.

Unique Designs 9threadz offers a wide range of designs to suit various tastes. Whether you prefer classic, minimalist styles or bold, embellished patterns, there’s something for everyone. The unique designs make these Juttis a standout addition to any shoe collection.

Benefits of Choosing 9threadz Leather Juttis Comfort for All-Day Wear One of the key benefits of 9threadz leather Juttis is their comfort. The cushioned insoles and soft leather lining ensure that your feet stay comfortable, even after hours of wear. This makes them ideal for both casual outings and special occasions.

Versatility in Styling Leather Juttis from 9threadz are incredibly versatile. They can be paired with traditional Indian outfits like sarees and salwar kameez, as well as with jeans, skirts, and dresses. This versatility allows you to effortlessly transition from day to night looks.

Ethical and Sustainable Practices 9threadz is committed to ethical and sustainable practices. The leather used is sourced responsibly, and the manufacturing process adheres to high ethical standards. By choosing 9threadz, you are supporting sustainable fashion and skilled artisans.

How to Style Leather Juttis Traditional Outfits For a classic look, pair your leather Juttis with traditional Indian attire. Whether it’s a saree, lehenga, or salwar kameez, these Juttis will enhance your ethnic ensemble. Opt for embellished Juttis to add a touch of glam to your festive outfits.

Casual Wear Leather Juttis can elevate your casual outfits too. Pair them with jeans and a kurti for a chic, everyday look. For a summer-ready outfit, wear them with a flowy skirt and a crop top.

Office Wear Yes, you can wear Juttis to the office! Choose a sleek, minimalistic design in neutral colors like black or tan. Pair them with tailored trousers or a pencil skirt and a blouse for a professional yet stylish look.

Caring for Your Leather Juttis Regular Cleaning To keep your leather Juttis looking their best, clean them regularly with a soft cloth. Avoid using harsh chemicals or soaking them in water. For deeper cleaning, use a leather cleaner specifically designed for shoes.

Proper Storage Store your Juttis in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight. Use shoe bags or boxes to protect them from dust. To maintain their shape, consider stuffing them with tissue paper when not in use.

Conditioning the Leather Leather needs conditioning to stay soft and supple. Use a good quality leather conditioner every few months to prevent the leather from drying out and cracking. This will also help maintain their natural shine.

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Types of Embroidery Machines and their Functions

The art of embellishing fabric or other materials with the use of thread or yarn is called embroidery. Moreover, embroidery can use other materials like sequins, beads, pearls, and quills. These days, you can see embroidery on skirts, jeans, golf shorts, caps, headgear, coats, overlays, blankets, dress shirts, and stockings. In embroidery, a vast array of colors and thread types are employed. It’s also utilized for materials for clothes and gifts. Machine embroidery is the term for the technique of creating a pattern on textile material with the use of an embroidery or sewing machine. It is mostly used for corporate advertising, uniform decoration, and product branding (logo). In the fashion sector, it’s also utilized to embellish clothing. Fanciers and craftsmen utilize machine embroidery on garments and home decor to enhance the present. Consider designing wall hangings, quilts, etc. We shall discuss all of the many kinds of embroidery machines in the below section. Additionally, there are contemporary embroidery machines. That is computer-controlled machine embroidery that has been computerized. Weavetech, being the best textile machinery manufacturer in Gujarat, delivers innovation and quality. So why look anywhere else when you can connect with us for innovation and quality.

Mechanical Embroidery Machine

There are other kinds of embroidery machines, but this is the first one that functions similarly to a household sewing machine. Here, the machine uses the needle to pierce the fabric material; the real fabric, needle, and treads are not attached. This machine pulls the stretched thread through the hole to make the embroidery design over the fabric. Additionally, this machine functions just like a standard sewing machine.

Free-motion Machine Embroidery

 This kind of free-motion machine embroidery uses a regular zigzag sewing machine to create embroidered motifs. This is primarily utilized for customization, meaning that it has less automation and innovation. The machine’s feeding dog was covered, and a human manipulated the cloth by hand to create a design. The running stitch will be used to make the embroidery. Thicker lines are needed for patterns so that the machine can perform a zigzag stitch. Whatever the design created for this, it is unique and cannot be duplicated exactly. Another name for it is a free-hand sewing machine. Here, visualize the needle as a pencil and use it to create the design on the fabric by moving it in the direction you want.

Cornely Hand-guided Embroidery

Hand-guided embroidery requires one human operator to control the machine’s speed and accuracy while utilizing the artistic ability of a trained embroiderer. Special chain stitch, satin stitch, long and short stitch, cording, and applique may all be produced with this machine. Interior designers are well familiar with this hand-guided needlework. The cost of the embroidered job will vary based on design times, size, intricacy, and size. Following the creation of this machine, individuals realized that more diverse embroidery machine designs were required, which led to the introduction of computer-controlled embroidery machines.

Computer-Controlled Embroidery Machines

All contemporary embroidery machines are solely computer-controlled. The devices we observed in the previous section are sewing machines that also function as embroidery machines. However, these are exclusively meant to be embroidered. With these kinds of machines, the design is pre-programmed into the machine by the program format. The fabric is then put into the hoop, which is then fastened onto the machine. At that point, the machine automatically begins to embroider in accordance with the program. This computerized embroidery machine requires a variety of inputs.

The machine’s straightforward, independent touchscreen interface will let users adjust many parameters, including design, stitch type, stitch length, and other necessary factors. This activity does not require the hiring of professional labor because the machine generates an accurate design based on input instructions. Here, all that is required is the creation of a simple pattern in software, which must then be fed into the machine interface and turned on. The machine will then automatically begin to embroider the fabric, stopping itself if a thread breaks.

1- Single-head embroidery machine: This machine has a single embroidery head, as the name would imply. The machine’s arms move in accordance with directions, and the embroidery head remains stationary. This device will have seven to fifteen needles. operating at a speed of roughly 300–1000 stitches per minute (the machine’s manufacturer may have an impact on the number of needles and stitches per minute).

2- Multi-head embroidery machine: This machine has a single embroidery head, as the name would imply. The machine’s arms move in accordance with directions, and the embroidery head remains stationary. This device will have seven to fifteen needles. operating at a speed of roughly 300–1000 stitches per minute (the machine’s manufacturer may have an impact on the number of needles and stitches per minute).

3- Schiffli embroidery machine: These devices are used in the Schiffli product line. The fabric that requires embroidery is fed into the Schiffli machines vertically, which is a unique characteristic that is achieved entirely through the use of a device. The method of stitching will be horizontal needle entry. At the same height, every needle is positioned in a straight line and simultaneously pierces the fabric. Here, the cloth is gripped, and as it moves both horizontally and vertically, a design is eventually created on the fabric. Two textiles in total can be treated. Due to the individual handling of each needle, color shift is possible. Depending on the type of machine, 2200 needles can be inserted into fabric in a single shot.

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What to Look For When Shopping for Cashmere Dresses

A cashmere dress is a perfect garment for any occasion. Cashmere offers an elegant touch whether you want something stylish and comfortable to wear in the winter or need a beautiful and timeless piece for any special event. 

Cashmere is a luxurious fabric made from fine goat hair, known for its warmth and comfort. A cashmere dress is a perfect choice if you're looking for an elegant look that will make you feel confident and unique.But before you buy one, you should know more about the material's qualities to choose the right cashmere dress or cashmere dressing gown.

Understand Cashmere Qualities 

Cashmere is derived from goats' hair, usually found in the mountains of Kashmir, India, and Tibet. A cashmere dress is known for its superior insulation and luxurious softness. It also has natural heirloom qualities; each dress made from this fabric will eventually become finer with age and wear, providing even more insulation. When buying cashmere dress or cashmere dressing gowns, it is vital to check for quality: look at factors such as the length of individual fibres (longer lengths indicate a higher rate) and whether there are any irregularities or weak threading that suggests the fabric is not adequately taken care of while weaving.

Go For Quality Over Quantity 

Last but not least, focus on investing in quality rather than quantity when selecting a cashmere dress - even if it means stretching finances slightly! Cashmere garments should last years if cared for appropriately - if you wish to have yours passed down generations, keeping upkeep rituals may help preserve its structure over time!

Cashmere Material & Fabric 

Cashmere material comes from goats living in mountainous regions of northern China. The fibers are collected during warm months, typically between May and October, then piece dyed using chemical or natural plant or mineral-based dyes. The finished yarns are then spun together to create luxurious fabrics with breathability, softness, and warmth. 

Choose the Perfect Fit 

When discussing fit, there are several things to consider when selecting your cashmere dress. Make sure there's enough room in the bust area but not too baggy around the waist – look out for darts that help define curves and accentuate your waistline! If you have an hourglass silhouette, opt for wrap-style Dress with v-necklines – they look stunningly sophisticated on all body shapes! Also, ensure that it does not hang too low at the front or back to enhance comfort levels when wearing it for extended periods.  

Select a Colour That Suits You 

One final detail to consider when buying a cashmere dress is a color selection – typically, lighter hues tend to show off your custom features better than darker shades. However, it does depend on your complexion! If possible, visit stores that offer color swatches so you can try different options out before making a purchase decision – this way, you know without a doubt that certain shade suits both complexion as well as clothing formulation, which in turn will contribute toward finding 'the one' sooner than later! Explore from gobicashmere.com

Different Styles of Cashmere Dresses 

cashmere dresses come in various styles, including long pencil skirts and classic A-line shapes. They can be sleeveless or have exquisite details like delicate gathered sleeves that add volume and movement to the garment. There are also wrap dresses with crossed panels in the front surrounded by delicate frayed trims or subtle graphic prints for an eye-catching look. 

Maintenance & Care Instructions

When caring for cashmere garments, it's best to use specific washing techniques and special detergents explicitly designed for tender fabrics. Always read the manufacturer's care label before laundering cashmere fabric because some garments might be dry-cleaned only. Who can safely wash others in cold water on the delicate cycle setting of your washing machine at home? After handwashing or machine washing your cashmere dress, lay it flat on a dry towel and let it air dry completely before folding or storing away until its subsequent use.  

Conclusion 

A cashmere dress is the perfect elegant choice for any occasion, whether a casual dinner party or a formal wedding guest look. Depending on the cut and design, your dress will become a timeless style staple and add luxurious quality material to your wardrobe collection. Lastly, since each gown is exceptionally fragile, it's essential always to consult the manufacturer's care instructions when laundering your garments so you can benefit from their beauty season after season.

KEY TAKEAWAY

-Understand Cashmere Qualities 

-Go For Quality Over Quantity 

-Cashmere Material & Fabric 

-Choose the Perfect Fit 

-Select a Colour That Suits You 

-Different Styles of Cashmere Dresses 

-Maintenance & Care Instructions

-Conclusion 

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The Best Stylish Skirts For Every Body Type

From A-line to pencil, hourglass to pear, there quite a few skirt styles, and as many body types. And, when it comes to fashion, the number one rule is to wear what you like best, it can never hurt to know the most flattering option for when you're getting ready in a pinch. Alanic clothing manufacturer is the best option for this type of clothes. They made clothes soft and with comfortable.  https://alanicclothing.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-best-stylish-skirts-for-every-body.html

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They can be paired with a number of different clothing items including skirts

When choosing a pair of boots, you should look at it as an investment as you are sure to wear them a fair few times with a variety of different outfits.Autumn is the time of year when people go crazy for boots in preparation for the cold winter weather. Wedged boots also look great with leggings and jeans so are a great all-rounder. The knee high boot can also be worn in either formal or casual settings.

They can be paired with a number of different clothing items including skirts, trousers, leggings or tights. Many people will be investing in a new pair of boots or two for the upcoming season. Because of the height of the heels, a wedged boot will also look good with shorts if the weather is warm enough!When you want to combine a pair of boots with your outfit, it is good to have a few styles to choose from.

If you want something more refined for night time, choose a pair with a heel and it can completely transform the look!Another popular style of boot is the knee high boot. When purchasing a new pair of boots, there are a number of things to consider. You can also combine them with a pair Yoga Socks Manufacturers of leggings of jeans for a simple casual look. You can also wear them on a variety of occasions including daytime shopping, work, and going out. The summer weather has descended and the colder weather is creeping in. These are particularly prevalent among people in the colder months when we need some extra warmth!

They can be worn on top of a thick pair of tights or socks for additional comfort. They are also suitable for work wear when teamed with a simple pencil skirt, or similar. You should think about the kind of clothes you;ll be wearing with the boots, where you;ll be wearing them, and the style. Here are a few examples of different styles of boots:Ankle boots are great for the warmer weather and look great with a pair of denim shorts and a vest top.When the weather starts to get pretty snowy and cold, snow boots and any other kind of heavy hiking boot are going to be in order. If you are trying to dress more professionally for work, these shoes will work well, but you may have to change into other shoes once you get to the workplace!A wedged boot is going to work best for more formal and stylish outfits such as a dress or any other kind of skirt

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Pencil skirt outfits

#PENCIL SKIRT OUTFITS HOW TO#

From the words of the famous writer Carla Krupp, a pencil skirt gives you great potential for the most cherished desires. This outfit will appeal to women of different age categories. The final chord will be a stud and fashionable handbag. If your figure is not one of the ideal, then it is better to wear sweaters, shirts and sweaters, trousers, which will help you to hide some flaws. Harmoniously composed of girls will be an excellent option tight pencil skirt with a tucked in her jacket, turtleneck sweater, and even thin. Lace top, made in the same manner, ideally complement the ensemble. Very often you can find a photo of casual pencil skirt outfits, where it combines perfectly with smooth, monochrome riding in the romantic style. Pencil skirt for evening out is made mainly of satin or velvet material, which can have any color. They should be worn with blouses, knitted sweaters, turtleneck different, jackets, and boots. Tights, in this case, can be colored, and the head can be decorated with a beret. Visually, you immediately lose a few pounds, which is doubly practical.Ī very good and unusual combination for autumn is a mustard yellow pencil skirt with brown coat.ĭiscussing the topic “what to wear with a pencil skirt” it is necessary to mention jewelry, such as pearl beads, which in combination with round nose shoes accentuate you create the image. You visually make your legs slimmer, if the ensemble with a long black skirt and tights include shoes of the same color. In order to narrow cut not displeased your movements in such models are provided incision that is made rear, front or side.įolds instead of an incision is made in particularly rigorous models. You can wear a pencil skirt as a separate item, or to wear as part of a business suit. Also, you can add ladies suspenders for creating a brave outfit. Monotone pencil skirt of satin and velvet material in an ensemble with a beautiful blouse and shoes will make your image bright and festive.īut such lovely decorations as bracelets, earrings or brooches, fine finish image. But under a jacket or blouse jewelry should choose a product from different clothes. Tight T-shirt, cardigan, or sweater will go as outerwear. Since this option mainly provides convenience and comfort, the skirt can be combined with the shoes or sandals powerful sole, as well as boots or ballet flats. Pencil skirts in various shades of leather, cotton, or jersey and also suitable for everyday use. A pantyhose, in this case, it is best to replace the stockings. In this embodiment, the skirt can be supplemented by corsets, tunics, and tops of any length. Pencil skirts made in various color palettes and with a variety of prints will help you create a romantic image. In this case, we can propose also an outfit with a chocolate brown pencil skirt and khaki blouse.įor the manufacture of the classic skirt, wool is mainly used, and tights worn underneath to avoid discomfort. To date, after work, the white blouse can be safely changed to a thin sweater or turtleneck and jacket form-fitting shape. This season, the perfect set with this outfit makes dark tights. The classic version of this combination – of things with a light blouse and shoes perfect way to wear a pencil skirt to work. Pin Pictures of women in pencil skirts (office style) Designers create and shorter options, but this is considered a deviation from the tradition, which assumes the form of a narrow and reasonable length. – Vivienne Westwood Click To TweetĬlassic style provides style skirt length above the knee. It is life-enhancing, and, like everything that gives pleasure, it is worth doing well. In this article, we will try to answer the question of what to wear with a pencil skirt. You can wear a pencil skirt to work and to the party. It became popular in the first half of the last century, as suited to almost any figure. The pencil skirt is one of the most practical models, which is considered the founder of Christian Dior. It may be slightly lowered or, conversely, a high waist and narrows down its shape (hence the name). The pencil skirt is a tight-fitting hips and legs skirt taking contours of the figure from the waist to the knees.

#PENCIL SKIRT OUTFITS HOW TO#

Before we’re telling you how to wear a pencil skirt casually, let’s find out what thing it is.

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Homecoming

This is a story I’ve been planning for over a year and finally feel readyish to post it. This first chapter has been reread about ten times so it’s about time to release it. It introduces the main OC for the story, which will spend the next fifteen chapters exploring Jeff’s return to earth before Josie comes back into play. 

Thank you @misssquidtracy for being my cheerleader, this would be no where near as far written if you hadn’t enjoyed it so. 

I hope you enjoy chapter one, which is set between Series 2 and 3. 

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First Impressions

Josie stood outside the hall and took a deep breath. You can do this, she thought, you already have the invite for the invite only event. They might be the big bosses, the people who matter, but you matter too. You just have to network. Don't sell yourself short. 

She steeled herself again and swallowed. She really didn't belong here. London was a long way from the compassionate community she grew up with in Scotland. But the idea of getting stuck there and never fulfilling her dreams made her determined, despite the imposter syndrome that plagued her. She looked down at herself and tried to feel comfortable. They were her smartest clothes: a black pencil skirt, blouse with frilly collar and a fitted, thanks to Nancy's excellent seamstress skills, suit jacket. They were all high street brands which wouldn't compare to the designer suits and dresses she'd be mingling with. The only saving grace was the simple diamond chain around her neck. Worth more to Josie than anyone would know, and it gave her the courage she needed. Brushing down her jacket and holding her head high she strode forwards.

She had been so fixated on herself that she almost bumped into a mature couple. Josie stumbled out an apology and let them in first. Flustered, and having lost any semblance of confidence, she entered the room. 

****

Another networking event, this time forced on him by Lady Penelope. Scott scouted out the room as he sipped his Scotch. Many eyes were on the two Tracy brothers, all wanting but not yet daring, to approach. The power of his presence in a room of businessmen never ceased to amaze him. 

"Found someone you like yet?" Gordon chimed cheerfully from beside him, though Scott knew him well enough to hear the bored undertone. Penelope had invited Gordon and of course he had said yes, his brother absolutely smitten with the lady. Scott shook his head. Events like this maintained Tracy Industries reputation, though they also gave Scott his player reputation. It was an easy place to pick up a girlfriend or let off some steam. Scott surveyed the room again. Within sight there were a few women who appealed to him. 

"I don't always leave with someone." 

Scott took a sip of his drink. 

"Oh, so you're not the ever-successful ladies’ man we thought you were?" Gordon teased. 

"Well, I didn't say that." Scott chuckled. "I just don't always want company."

Gordon rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. I bet you've had many failed conquests. You just don't want to admit it."

Scott shook his head. "You believe what you want, Gordon."

"Bet you can't get a random woman to sleep with you," Gordon challenged. 

Scott bit his lip, trying not to rise to Gordon's bait. Yes, Scott had been planning to find some company for the evening, but a bet? He shouldn't sink to that. Thankfully, the CEO of a small engineering company that had worked with Tracy Industries a year ago strolled over. Scott slipped into CEO mode and exchanged the required pleasantries and confirmed that they were considering working with their company again, before one last handshake. 

"So, the Great Scott Tracy is backing down from a challenge?"

Scott rolled his eyes. Gordon was bored and just trying to find a way to entertain himself, but Scott did like a challenge. What's the worst that could happen? With a sigh, he gave in. 

"What are the stakes?"

"If you can't seduce the woman I pick, then you give the swimming pool its biannual clean."

"And if I win, you are on deck lounger duty for a month."

“Deal.”

Gordon held out his hand and Scott shook it. He knew this was a bad idea, but it 

would liven up the evening a little, and Scott was in the mood for a little fun. Something to help him relax after a tough week. His brother’s eyes scouted the room looking for the ideal candidate. The smirk that appeared on Gordon’s face worried him. 

“The next woman to walk through the door.”

Scott raised his eyebrow. It was a gamble, but Scott understood why Gordon had 

done it. He nodded and took a sip of his drink. Both men had their eyes on the door. A few people left, but no one entered. When the door finally opened, they both held their breath. An older couple entered, their outfits and demeanour radiating their importance. A quick sideward glance at Gordon confirmed he was holding back a laugh. Scott sighed before looking back toward the couple. Behind them the door opened again and in walked a lone woman. 

“That one, the nervous blond.” Gordon announced. 

A nod from Scott and he accepted the challenge. His eyes surveyed the woman. She was young, probably about Virgil’s age, and she definitely looked uncomfortable. Her clothing was smart and fitted her well, but he could tell they weren’t the high end fashion that many were wearing that evening. Her hair was loose, brushing down past her shoulders, and there was nothing wrong with her features. She had the kind of appearance most people would look over, including himself, for someone more striking. Scott started to formulate a strike plan. He knew he had to avoid overwhelming her, she probably wouldn’t be expecting to get the attention he was going to give her. He turned back to his brother; whose attention had turned to something else. Scott followed Gordon’s gaze to see Lady Penelope with a tall man, laughing away. The man was obviously flirting with the aristocrat. The clenched jaw and stiffened stance of the aquanaut gave in to jealousy he was feeling. Without a second thought, Gordon strolled over to the gathering and joined in, a fake smile plastered his face. Scott shook his head, before turning back to his target. 

****

The glass was chilled in her hand, and Josie took a sip of the non-alcoholic mojito with the hopes it would help steady her nerves. Practicing her breathing techniques briefly, she turned around only to come face to chest with someone. She was flustered again and felt heat rise in her cheeks. Her eyes fell on the man in front of her and her heart jumped. 

She froze. Her instincts put her on high alert. This man looked like trouble, and she had just made contact with his deep blue eyes. He smiled at her, dimples deepening in his cheeks when he did so. Mind over body, mind over body, she repeated in her head. It was the intensity he gave off, the way he held himself like he was in control. He hadn't been surprised by her almost bumping into him. He'd know she was there and hadn't moved. She'd seen this before at university, she'd learnt the signs from experience. But still, why did they always have to be attractive? Why did they always gravitate to her? Josie rolled her shoulders back and gave him a brief nod. 

“Excuse me.” Josie smiled politely, ducking as gracefully as she could past him. 

“I’ve not seen you here before.”

Josie paused. His deep voice demanded her attention. She was here to network, at least she could get him over and done with. She could keep her cool, watch out for his game. Josie was wiser now. She turned around and held out her hand.

“Josie McNelly, engineer for Taybrooke Aeronautics, Satellite division.”

He shook her hand firmly. The man looked familiar, though she couldn't place where from. 

“Scott Tracy, CEO of Tracy Industries.”

That explained the familiarity. She smile grew as she thought of her brother’s prized 

poster of Jeff Tracy which had hung above his bed. Josie could see the resemblance 

to the astronaut. Same eyes for certain. She'd been shocked at the sudden loss of the great Jeff Tracy. Not that her brother had ever met him, but the astronaut had been such a big part of their childhood. Especially the fights over who was greater, her admiration for Neil Armstrong was still just as strong. The memories threw her, and suddenly she had no idea what to say next. How do you network again? What do you talk about with the CEO of Tracy Industries, one of the best engineering companies in the world? Facts about the company filled Josie's head and thankfully one stood out.

"Tracy Industries doesn't have a UK branch, so may I ask what brings you to London?" 

Josie took a deep breath as the man paused; glad she could make an impression. She congratulated herself while remembering what she was here to do. She'd failed to get a job at Tracy Industries on multiple occasions, maybe this could be a way in. She almost laughed at herself. The CEO was unlikely to care for someone as low down the pecking order as she. Part of her wanted to try, just in case. If people less qualified could get experience and jobs over her by knowing the right people, maybe she could too. That was why she was here, to get the contacts so she could play their game. 

"You've done your research. Tracy Industries works with some UK based companies that are represented here tonight, and the event is being hosted by a good friend of mine. I've not heard of Taybrooke Aeronautics before, care to give me some insight?"

His strikingly blue eyes gazed down at her with sincerity. It threw Josie to see it in someone she suspected of having ulterior motives, however she'd tried to keep her cool. Staying wary, she engaged with him. 

"Taybrooke Aeronautics is a small Scottish company. It started with plane design and manufacturing then branched out into satellites and astronautical technology. It's well known for its niche and unique satellite designs. It's entirely based in Scotland and has various sites throughout the country."

"Have they done anything I might have heard of?"

"Have you heard of Global One?" 

"The GDF's space station."

"Yes, the thrusters that keep it in orbit are a product of Taybrooke Aeronautics. They are actually my design."

"Your design? Aren't they normally developed by a team of engineers."

The surprise on Mr Tracy's face was priceless. It wasn't the first time people were shocked by what Josie could do, and she was planning to make sure it wasn't the last. If she wanted to become a big name rocket designer, she was going to have to blow a few minds. 

"The initial design was mine, obviously other engineers had input over materials and the like, but the actual design hasn't changed much. Taybrooke owns the patent, but my name is on it, so you can check it if you don't believe me. They aren't the only thing I've designed that's currently on orbit. Two of my resistojet rockets were used in some private satellites that were launched late last year."

Josie refused to hide her pride. Her family was proud of her achievements even if they didn't understand them. It was why she was here, to continue making them proud of her. She and her brother had had a dream and she was going to fulfil it if she could. 

"That's impressive. Have you considered applying for a role in the Tracy Industries aeronautical department? I'm sure we are always in need of people with your kind of skills."

Josie took a deep breath. She wanted to believe Mr Tracy. Every engineer wanted a job at Tracy Industries, it was considered one of the industry leads and had fantastic employee benefits. The company was known worldwide for taking care of its workforce, but she had never made the cut. Neither did she believe this man would remember her beyond today. It was time to end this conversation and see if anyone here might actually be interested in hiring an engineer. Josie met his gaze and prepared to say her piece. 

"I have applied for various aeronautical and astronautical roles at Tracy Industries since graduating. I've been called to interview twice, one at the European branch in Germany and another at the Japanese branch. Both times I was turned away for lack of experience. The Japanese branch didn't believe I would fit in with the company's culture and the European job was given to the son of one of the employees. It appears that I’m currently not what Tracy Industries is seeking. It’s been interesting talking with you Mr Tracy, but I have just spotted someone that I would really like to speak with, so if you’d kindly excuse me. Have a pleasant rest of the evening.” 

Josie turned and strode away from Mr Tracy. She headed into the crowd, not looking back, keeping her eyes open for the people she'd flagged on the short guest list she had managed to obtain. There were representatives here that might help get her into the industry. Not that she wouldn't stop applying to Tracy Industries jobs, a girl could dream, but she was realistic. Josie knew she had to work her way up and she needed to make the right contacts. 

****

Scott watched Josie walk away. She weaved into the crowd and disappeared from his sight. Gordon had lucked out and this bet was going to be harder than he thought. Miss McNelly may be nervous, but there was something beneath her words and her guard was up. He would have to change his approach, and unfortunately, he couldn't use Tracy Industries as bait. Josie wanted a job and she seemed to believe Tracy Industries didn't want her. Even if he could promise her a job, he was sure she wouldn't believe him. Scott was so used to women warming to him, swooning over his smile, and in many cases excited by the prospect of spending the evening with someone from International Rescue. Josie hadn't even mentioned it or made an indication that she knew he was part of the elusive organisation. Scott headed to the bar and ordered another scotch. He lent against the polished wood, swirling the drink in thought. He had to get her to lower her guard, to open up. His eyes hit the crowd and he sighed. Scott knew he was going to have to take the plunge. 

Almost an hour later and Scott hadn't been able to get close to Miss McNelly. He'd glimpsed her but being in the crowd meant he had to be polite to the other attendees, especially those who the company did business with. Duty called without the usual klaxon that echoed through the villa. Although Scott did want to be rescued from the current conversation; fisheries in the Atlantic were more Gordon's realm. He inspected the room, going from head to head in search of Miss McNelly. He easily spotted Gordon, standing next to Lady Penelope who was conversing with a young businessman. At least his brother wasn't having much luck either. Continuing, he spotted Mr Sandip with whom he'd had a pleasant conversation with at a previous gala. Excusing himself, Scott headed over to the man, but as he neared, Scott got a glimpse of whom he was talking to. Josie's hands were moving as she described something, and as he stepped up to the pair, he could hear the enthusiasm in her voice. There was a sparkle in her grey eyes that hadn't been there previously. 

"Mr Tracy! How good to see you again? How have you been?"

Mitchell Sandip had spotted him out of the corner of his eye and had turned to offer him a hand, which Scott took with a smile. 

"I'm very well, thank you, though I wasn't expecting to see you here." 

"Yes, well, the representative from the engineering department that was meant to attend became unwell. With so few people free to come, I drew the short straw. Though, seeing you has greatly improved my night."

Scott laughed at the accountant, his friendly demeanour had charmed Scott last time they had met. 

"Now, Mr Tracy, have you met Miss McNelly? She has quite the head for numbers. Unfortunately, she's not after an accounting job otherwise I'd snap her up before anyone else could!"

Scott turned to the woman in question, eyebrow raised. Head for numbers, well she was an engineer. He watched her straight up and nod politely at him. 

"I'm rather good with calculations.”

Mitchell's hand landed on Scott's arm, drawing his attention away from Miss McNelly. The shorter man's hazel eyes peered up at him full of excitement.

"She's being incredibly modest, Mr Tracy. I was certain someone was pilfering funds, and after a week I managed to work out who and how, but I hadn't mentioned it to anyone yet. I’ve just finished collecting all the evidence and sent it to HR. Well, I was just discussing yearly finances with Mr Yang over there, and I was just throwing a lot of numbers about, as you do, trying to show off, when Miss McNelly pipes up saying my calculations are wrong. I told her they weren't, and she said they had to be unless someone was swindling money. I was shocked that she could work it out like that, then she rattled off her calculations faster than anything. Like I said, I hadn’t told anyone and Miss McNelly here was able to work it out in minutes. Obviously, I had to confirm this wasn’t just a one off, so Mr Yang and I rattled a few numbers off, and Josie performed the calculations there and then. All in her head and fast as can be. It was incredible!"

Scott turned with Mitchell back to Miss McNelly. There was a proud smile on her face, even if he could see that she was still nervous. Her fingers were playing gently with the hem of her jacket. 

"I've always been fast with numbers."

"Are you certain you don't want to be an accountant?"

Miss McNelly laughed, a blush coming to her cheeks. 

"As I told the Professor during my interview at Cambridge, when he asked why I was pursuing a career in engineering over mathematics; for me mathematics is easy. I don't want to be bored. I want to be challenged." 

A cheeky grin graced Josie's lips, obviously warming to Mitchell's easy charm. It was hard not to smile around Mitchell, the man had a unique manner that just set people at ease. 

"How about a drink then?" 

“Fantastic idea, Mr Tracy. I’m sure Miss McNelly is in need of one too.”

Scott beckoned over a waiter, who swiftly moved around the other attendees to reach them. 

"I'll have a sherry, if you don't mind."

"I'll have a Scotch please. What would you like, Miss McNelly, another mojito?"

Josie hesitated a moment and seemed to become uneasy, her fingers returning to her hem. 

"Another mojito would be lovely, thank you." 

"Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you."

Scott dismissed the waiter, still intrigued by Miss McNelly. There was so much to uncover, and although he was starting to feel that he'd be cleaning the pool next week, he hadn't given up. Mitchell was just the person he needed to help break down those walls of hers.

"So, a Cambridge graduate then? I've a friend who did engineering at Cambridge university."

"Yes, it's a fantastic institution. It took me a year to find my feet, but I thrived once I did. Did you visit your friend while he was there?"

Scott chuckled slightly at the thought of visiting Brains at university. His father hadn't met the man yet and he would have been a kid himself. 

"No, I never got the chance."

"That's a shame. It's like a world of its own. All the best equipment within old buildings and traditions which go back centuries. Although it was fun at the start, with all the formal dinners and dressing up in your gown, it does get a little mundane after the umpteenth time. Sure, it's a three course meal with wine from some excellent chefs, but you can't eat that rich food every day and it's expensive. I could keep myself fed and watered for a week for the price of two evening meals!"

"I must admit, I didn't make the best decisions when it came to food during my first years in the Air Force."

Scott thought back to the instant noodles and takeaways he'd indulged in on the weekends. The freedom that came with not having to eat Grandma's home cooking had been liberating. Though he did eventually learn to cook a few simple dishes during his time in the Air Force. 

"Most of us make bad choices at university. It comes with being young and free." 

There was a sadness in her tone and her face dimmed slightly. What mistakes had this woman made that she regretted? Did it have something to do with the guard she hid behind? She put on a forced smile, and he knew he had to keep her engaged. Unfortunately, Lady Penelope and Gordon decided to make their entrance to the group. 

"Oh! Why hello Lady Penelope, and you are…."

Mitchell held out his hand to Gordon, who shook it with his usual amount of enthusiasm. Out of the corner of his eye, Scott caught the movement of Miss McNelly's hand. She was once again fiddling with her jacket. 

"Gordon Tracy."

"Ahhh, Mr Tracy's brother. I see the resemblance now."

Scott hid his laugh behind a grin, though he caught Miss McNelly’s eyes darting between him and Gordon. He wondered if she was picking up on the same resemblance. Scott watched as Lady Penelope, and then Gordon, introduced themselves. The drinks they had ordered arrived, and Scott noted the way Miss McNelly took a tentative sip of the drink. The small talk started, though Scott caught the small sips she took frequently, as a way to keep herself busy. She was definitely out of her element, which might explain why her guard was up. He listened in, gaining snippets of information about the woman. Gordon was keen to keep her chatting, probably as a way of distracting her from him, thus improving the chances Scott was going to lose the bet. After a while, Miss McNelly politely excused herself. Scott watched as she headed in the direction of the bathrooms, he hoped that meant she’d be back. 

“Miss McNelly is quite the interesting character, don’t you think Scott?”

Scott could see the small grin on his brother's face and the gleam in his eye that revealed to Scott the hidden meaning. Gordon thought the bet was his and he’d gotten out of his chore. Another business associate of Tracy Industries joined their group and stole Scott’s attention. Miss McNelly never returned. 

****

Finally getting away from yet another business proposal, Scott headed to the bar where Gordon was perched. He lent against it and turned to survey the room with his brother. 

"No success then?"

"As much as you've had with Lady Penelope."

Scott's eyes fell on Miss McNelly. She was chatting with Mitchell again. Maybe he still had a chance. Turning to the bartender he ordered a Scotch and mojito. Gordon raised his eyebrow at the order. 

"One last chance. I'm not going to give in that easily."

Scott grabbed the drinks and headed toward Miss McNelly. She'd just shaken hands with Mitchell and the man had turned to chase down someone on the other side of the room. He took a breath and turned on the charm. 

***

Josie watched Mr Sandip hurry after someone and smiled to herself. He'd promised to pass on her details to recruitment. She was feeling beat but was pretty pleased with her efforts. She'd sold her company and thrown out a few business cards. Hopefully she'd made her mark. The whole event hadn't been as bad as she'd expected, though that one alcoholic drink had eased her nerves a little. She was happy to have been able to keep it to one. Glancing at her watch, she confirmed it was late and she still had some travelling to do. It was time for her to leave. 

"Miss McNelly, care to have a drink with me?"

Dread filled her as the familiar voice spoke from behind. Turning she immediately noticed Mr Tracy was standing between her and the exit. She took a deep breath. In the man's hands were two drinks: an amber spirit and a mojito. Her breath caught in her throat, the situation bringing her back to a night she wanted to forget.

"You got me a drink?" 

She stared at the glass. She suspected it had alcohol in it, having ordered one in front of him, but what else did it contain? She couldn't confirm it wasn't spiked. Would he do that sort of thing? Save people one day, drug them the next? Rich people never made sense to her though. They defied logic. 

"I thought we could chat a little more." 

He held out the mojito, forcing Josie to make a choice. Did she trust the man? She looked up into his face. He had a warm smile that met his eyes and she wanted to trust him. She wanted so much to believe he was a good guy. But her fear was there, deep inside as it always was, and she couldn't. She smiled at him as she reached out her right hand and plucked the glass of what she hoped was scotch, from his grip. Josie kept her eyes locked on his as she raised the glass to her lips. The amber liquid was not one she'd tried before, probably a vintage out of her price range. She was thankful it wasn't peaty; she hates those. His mouth dropped in shock as he looked at the cocktail in his hand. Josie couldn’t help the smile as she fought not to laugh. She let the liquid roll over her tongue and down her throat. 

"I'm Scottish and it's the end of the night. You never asked me what I wanted." 

She locked eyes with him as the shock faded from his face. Mr Tracy glanced down at the cocktail briefly, indecision in his eyes. Josie was still on edge, ready to step back if she had to. She decided to test the water. 

"Take a sip. The mojitos here are the best."

Josie challenged him. If he refused to drink it then it must be spiked. If it wasn't, there was no reason not to take a sip. His hand stayed where it was. 

"I'd rather the scotch."

"This scotch is mine now, and you don't want to waste that drink now, do you?"

****

Miss McNelly's face was serious. Scott felt slightly uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze. It was a challenge. For some reason, she wanted him to drink the mojito. He hadn’t expected her to take his drink and she had sipped it without grimacing. Never before had he met someone who acted as she did. Most people wanted to know more about him, most pestered about International Rescue, but not Miss McNelly. It felt like she had never warmed to him, even if she had seemed better and more relaxed during their conversation with Mitchell. Scott didn't want to drink the mojito; it was his most despised cocktail. What was this woman's game? 

"No, thank you."

"Fine." 

Scott was shocked again when Miss McNelly took the cocktail from him. What happened next, happened both at lightning speed and in slow motion. There was nothing Scott could do to stop it. 

"Thank you for the drink, but I don't appreciate the attention you've given me. I tried to make it clear I wasn't interested."

The cocktail glass was thrust in his direction, its contents flying out at him. Ice and mint hit his face as the sticky fluid started to soak into his shirt. As if that wasn't enough Miss McNelly stood on her toes, stretched up and poured the scotch into his hair. It trickled down his neck. 

“I’m not interested.”

Miss McNelly stalked past him. Scott didn't know how to react. One part of him wanted to storm after her and demand an explanation, though that would probably make things worse. This is what he gets for accepting a silly bet. He turned on his heel and headed towards the exit. Gordon was sitting at the bar and the smirk on his face became laugher as Scott approached. His brother was struggling to stay in his stool. 

"I'm calling it a night."

"Sure Scott….I look forward...to watching you...clean the pool." Gordon gasped between spasms of laughter. 

****

Josie bolted. She started running once she had heard the door shut. She didn't stop, not looking back and running as fast as she could to the nearest light rail station. Fear was a great motivator, and she didn't slow until she was on the platform where she gasped for breath. Josie had never been a runner. She hated it. Her eyes never left the entrance until she was on the train. Only then could she start to relax. Once in the carriage the tears started to fall. She’d overreacted. She'd made a scene. Her body shook. How stupid could she be? Slipping her phone out of her jacket she swiped up her call history and tapped the first person on the list. 

****

Josie lay back on the bench. It was around the corner from the hostel she’d booked for the night. The cheapest way to stay in London was to share a bunk bed with a stranger. There was no way she could have a private conversation in a room of sleeping people, and this random street bench was the easiest option. If there was ever someone she needed right now, it was her best friend Graham. His thick Scottish accent rang out from her phone. 

“Seriously Josie, ye need to stop seeing every man as a potential threat. Cannae a man just be polite?”

“I don’t suspect all men, just the ones that make me feel uncomfortable.”

“Ye said this guy was Scott Tracy, right?”

“Yes.”

“Scott Tracy, the Commander of International Rescue and pilot of Thunderbird One?”

“Maybe, I can’t remember which one flies which.”

“Hold on, ye can list every damned fact available about the Thunderbirds, but ye cannae tell me who pilots them?”

“You sound like my brother! Why should I care who flies the Thunderbird? I want to know how they fly!”

Graham rolled his eyes, and Josie couldn’t help but laugh at him. She twisted onto her front, her arm aching from holding her phone in the air. 

“Well, I’ve looked him up and I think ye would have been safe to drink that mojito. Although I’ll admit that he probably was hitting on ye. According to the gossip blogs he has picked up the odd girlfriend from events like that. Not that they last long, with him spending most of his time savin' people. If ye hadn’t been so aggressive ye could be heading back to Scotland with a great story! Imagine being able to say ye slept with the pilot of Thunderbird One!”

“A. I prefer Thunderbird Three. B. I’d rather spend the night with Thunderbird One herself. C. If I’d known, I would have given him your number.”

Josie stuck her tongue out, only to watch Graham contort his face in response. They both ended up in a fit of giggles. 

“At least ye still have a good story for the next campfire. Many girls have slept with Mr Thunderbird One, but I doubt many can claim they threw a drink in his face.”

A groan left Josie as she placed her forehead against the wood, breathing in its damp musk. She was never going to forget this and once it’d been passed round the town, it would definitely make its way to work. They would never let her go to another event again. 

“I’m an idiot. The whole night was pointless. No one is going to want to hire me now.”

“Definitely an idiot. They only let those into private schools.”

Josie scowled at her friend, though she was fighting a smile. It was an old joke, one that Graham used when she needed to see perspective. It reminded both of them how far they had come. Even if Josie was still stuck in Scotland. She yawned at the same time as the fifteen-minute warning was announced on Graham’s end. 

“Looks like we’re both in bunks tonight.” 

“Righty-ho. G'night Josie.”

"G’night Grey.”

Josie was just about to end the call when Graham decided to get the last word in. 

“And Jo, FYI Gordon Tracy pilots Thunderbird Four.”

Josie glared at him. The last thing she heard was Graham’s laughter as the screen went black. Cradling her phone in her hand, she stared at it, before turning her head to the sky. She couldn't see the stars that she knew were there. Josie may not have her dream job, yet, but Graham always reminded her of how lucky she was.

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Curfew to get back to their bunks is 2200 hours but Carlisle's still trying to prove something and so Bucky's still out, too, because hell if he's going to let some jerk from Long Island out-drink a Brooklyn boy. "Think you're gonna fall asleep soon, punk," Carlisle says, grinning wide and loose and his eyes real red, and Bucky raises his eyebrows and knocks the next shot back. He doesn't rise to the punk thing even if he wants to sock the jerk one. See, Steve, he wants to say, but of course Steve's not here. Bucky sucks the inside of his cheek, not feeling the burn anymore after this much—maybe a bad thing—but he waves to the girl leaning against the bar, signaling for another. Becky, is her name, which caused some comment from Carlisle too. She's in a too-short skirt and Bucky knows from when Carlisle got a hand on her ass that she's not too worried about keeping the hemline down, giggling as she leans over and puts the next round on the table. Carlisle pulls her in by the hand, murmuring something in her ear that Bucky can't hear over the jazz from the jukebox but that she hears perfectly well, from how she giggles and leans in, her bosom squishing up and catching Carlisle's attention just fine. Bucky sighs, sits back. Maybe the competition's over, after all. He sips at the next shot instead of downing it, actually tasting the whiskey—crap, but better than he used to be able to afford back home—and ignores how Becky's showing off the top of her stockings, the peek of white thigh above them, and looks over the top of Carlisle's head at the lawyer-type who's been sitting toward the back of the jazz club, this whole time, watching them.

Hat on the table, a beer half-sipped at his right hand. A paper pad open, at his left. Doodling something. Bucky sips at his shot again and Becky's now in Carlisle's lap, her arms around his neck. The bar's emptying out, most everyone from boot camp gone home, and Bucky's maybe got a point to prove but he's tired of this. He knocks back the rest of his shot and then reaches out and takes Carlisle's, and kicks him under the table for good measure. "Hey!" Carlisle said, distracted from sweet Becky's plump white throat, and Bucky said, "Sorry, pal, you forfeit by way of boring me to death," and gets up from the table in a scrape of the chair on the wooden floor, and Carlisle starts to stand up but of course Becky's weighing him down and she says, "Hey, slugger, you're gonna leave me all alone?" and Carlisle's distracted, soothing, long enough for Bucky to walk away, toward the back of the bar, the shot still heavy in his hand. He wants to drink it but he wants something else, too.

Jukebox, in the back. He leans over it, flipping through. Glenn Miller, Gene Autry. He wonders who put on the run of Louis Armstrong—fourth song in a row, by his count—and in the corner of his eye he can tell that the lawyer-type is watching him, from the table right there, and doing a good job of pretending he isn't.

2200 hours. Bucky checks his watch. Ticking closer. He's not the most rule-abiding guy at the best of times but he knows he's been pushing it, with his sergeant, and if he's found out to be back late again then—well, it's latrine duty for sure, if not a full ten miler with all his gear. He sucks the inside of his cheek. Worth the risk? If he's thinking of going to Europe to fistfight Hitler, then what isn't?

"Hey, pal," Bucky says, turning, with this feeling in his gut like running into a fight in a back-alley in Brooklyn—but the lawyer's up, leaving his beer half-drunk on the table, walking past him to the hall where the WCs are. Bucky licks his lips. There's a doodle left on the table, a torn-out page from the guy's pad: some weird symbol that Bucky doesn't recognize, in heavy pencil-marks, sketchy and strange. He frowns, looking over his shoulder, but the door's swinging, and he's—sure, almost. He's gotten that kind of look, before. He's given it.

The hall's empty, but there's another door at the end, frosted glass, EXIT in reversed letters, just closing. An alleyway—well, hell. Bucky's done worse in worse places but the danger of it is leaping in his throat, now. The chances that someone might see, might catch his uniform in the dark, might—but he's a real knucklehead, it turns out, and he's pushing through the door, the glass of booze still clutched in his other hand, and then: the alleyway, and whatever's waiting, and… the lawyer nowhere to be seen.

He turns around, squinting in the mostly-dark. Trash bins, and a cat racing away out toward the streetmouth. Bucky steps forward, looking—wondering if he was seeing things he wasn't meant to be seeing, wondering if his stupid heart was manufacturing things that weren't there, like always—and—there, on the other side of the wooden gate, a glow. A candle? No: a… circle, somehow drawn on the alley wall like with fire. Strange symbols that he can't make out as he gets closer. They're bright but slowly fading and he reaches out, caught by the strangeness. No heat, as his fingers hover over the coal-flames. In the center, one of the symbols looks like a star, and he licks his lips and takes a deep breath and like an absolute knucklehead presses his hand flat against it and then –

*

"Of course I'm—look, I'm the one who had to haul his ass into the trunk, okay? And he's heavy as hell. So, thanks for sending me out here solo, by the way."

Bucky keeps his eyes closed, trying to keep his breath even. He's waking up slow, not like from a bad dream but from a deep, long sleep, and he hasn't had one of those since before basic—since before Joe moved back into Ma's house—since before he slept over at Steve's, when they were younger and Steve's mother was at the hospital, and Steve was snoring on his half of the bed but Buck was—well, it hardly matters. His head feels queer, memories close to the surface and hurting. He's laying on something soft.

The man starts talking again: "Dude, for the last time—yes, Sam, I'm sure. You know how many History Channel docs I've watched about Cap and the Commandos? There's some kind of federal law that it's all they show at noon on a weekday. Check the insignias from the uniform, I'm telling you. This ain't a reenactor, it's the real deal. Plus there was that Thule sigil still burning on the alley wall." A pause. Bucky doesn't know the half of what this guy's talking about. Thule? What the hell is a history channel? "Yeah. Hey—look, he's—okay. Call me when you find something."

Another pause. There's a shift, fabric rustling, and then a creak of bedsprings. "You want to stop faking? You're not that good at it."

"Says you," Bucky says, but he opens his eyes.

A room, like a hotel or something. Nighttime, from the dim, and a lamp making a pool of light between the two beds. He's on one, laid out on his back, and on the other, when he turns his head: a man, older than him, sitting on the side of the mattress, watching him. Bucky presses his lips together, looking. Not the lawyer type who gave him the slip in the alley and not anyone he's ever seen. The man's looking right back at him, studying his face, and then his eyes go skipping down Bucky's body, and Bucky's still wearing his uniform but he feels—"What's a Thule sigil?" he says, to cover up his reaction, and the man's eyes jump right to his and he grins, like Bucky's some circus pet that just did a trick he didn't expect.

"I think we better start with 101," the man says. Generic accent. Where are they? "Name's Dean. I'm a hunter. Sorry for kidnapping you, but you were passed out in an alleyway and I wasn't sure the cops would know how to handle a guy from 1943 who's—uh, you." He scratches the corner of his jaw—hasn't shaved in a few days, apparently—and then shrugs, and nods at Bucky. "Your turn."

"James," Bucky says. He surprises himself and blinks at the man. Dean. "James Barnes. Probably AWOL from my unit at this point, depending on what time is." Another grin, but this one more natural, and Bucky decides he probably doesn't want to sock the guy one. He starts to sit up but his head—ah. Woozy, the world tilting some, and Dean reaches out quick and grabs his arm, helping pull him upright. It hurts but not like getting punched, or the one time a guy coshed him over the head in an alley fight and he woke up to Steve grimly holding his brains together. More like a hangover but he didn't even have that much to drink. When he's up, boots on the floor, Dean sits back and just looks at him again, all over, and Bucky looks down at himself too like maybe there'll be something interesting to see. It's just him, though, in his uniform a little worse for wear for eating dirt in the alley, but Dean keeps looking at him like…

Dean's spinning something in his hand—a metal rectangle with a shiny glass face. He sees Bucky looking and grimaces, and tucks it into his jacket pocket. "Sorry," he says, "not sure we're ready to do the whole Back to the Future II thing, here," and Bucky doesn't know what that means, either, but then Dean says, "Here's the thing: it's 2013," and Bucky blinks at him and says, "Bullshit."

Dean's eyebrows go high. "Wow," he says, under his breath, "okay, so it really wasn't like the newsreels." Bucky stares at him. "Um," Dean says, and then says, "Shit, Sammy doesn't know everything, hang on—" and he picks up something from the bedside table between them and points it, and then there's a flashbang of color and light and… a man, talking about the stock market, in brilliant color and as vivid as Dean sitting across from him. "Don’t tell your pals in the unit about Wolf Blitzer, I don't want to create a time paradox or something where someone doesn't get born," Dean's saying, but Bucky just sits and stares, frozen on the bed. It's like… a marvel, from that World Fair they went to, something that Stark genius would think up. He gets up, finally, and Dean's quiet, and he reaches out and touches the glass and it sparks against his fingers, static, against where there's a box that says February 15, 2013, 9:57 pm. "Yeah, it's an old one. A television. I can't remember if you have those yet or not."

"Who are you, pal?" Bucky says, not turning around. The light hurts his eyes, it's so bright.

Dean sighs, behind him. The sound from the television goes away and Bucky touches it again, shaking his head, and Dean says, "James Buchanan Barnes. You go by Bucky. You're from Brooklyn." Bucky looks over his shoulder and Dean's looking at him—looking older, looking tired. "You joined the service in 1943. You're in the 107th and, from what I can tell, you haven't shipped out to Europe yet, because you were in an alley in Georgia, instead, and you haven't—" He gestures vaguely to Bucky's side, eyes dipping, but Bucky doesn't know what he means, and he's got this vague panicky feeling stuttering up in his chest. Like being caught at something only this time he hasn't done anything wrong.

Dean stands up. They're the same height, same build. Dean's dressed like a farmer, in denim pants and a plaid shirt untucked, but he doesn't carry himself like one. A hunter, he said, and Bucky braces himself. Hunting what? The door's too far away for him to lunge and make it before Dean could get there.

"I'm not here to hurt you, man," Dean says. He laughs, lightly, shaking his head. "Like, that's the last thing I want to do. You're Bucky Barnes. I can't—tell you what that means, I guess, but… It means something. But you're not supposed to be here."

"Where's here?" Bucky says, tightly.

"Well, seventy years out of place, for one thing," Dean says. His mouth curls up on one side. "Though I gotta say, you're hot for an old guy."

Bucky takes a breath, while Dean grimaces. "I feel like I just hit on George Washington or something," he mutters, eyes dropping to his boots.

"Even if you add seventy, I'm not that old," Bucky says, after a second, and he can tell he's coloring up but he's not—men don't—he's never, even in alleyways and in dark rooms and in the one dance club he ever got brave enough to go to, one night when Steve was staying up with his mother and Bucky was so strained in the heart he thought he'd crack in half, he never—out loud, he never.

Dean looks up. Calculation. He's a looker. Even back in the unit among all the guys, Bucky could say that and not have anyone question it. Brownish hair, green eyes, freckles like a kid from a sodapop advertisement but he sure doesn't look like a kid. A man, carrying himself like one, his muscles obvious in the blue plaid, his hands square and sure. Bucky looks at them instead of into Dean's face. He's never sure but now he's very not and he doesn't want to—so there are Dean's hands, on his hips, and his knuckles, and his clean neat nails. Safer to focus on than the insanity of what Dean's telling him—the future, Bucky thinks, again, the world wheeling off its track, where somehow some man in some hotel in Georgia knows who he is, and says he's hot. Howard Stark's World of Tomorrow couldn't possibly.

He steps forward. Dean's hands lift, low, cautioning, and Bucky licks his lips and walks into them, lets Dean catch his hips. "Whoa, sailor," he says, and Bucky says, "I'm in the Army," and then he picks up his head and kisses Dean, square on the mouth, heart leaping into his throat.

Brief, hard. He grips Dean's shoulders and they're—oh, shocking, hot and firm and real in a way that he's turned over by, half-convinced that it's a dream, but all his dreams have been insubstantial as air, gossamer that slips away when he tries to hold it. There's a burst of air, Dean exhaling hard through his nose, but his lips are—soft, his chin scratching against Bucky's, and after a second of stupid clenched-eyed hope Dean's hand slides up his side and he readjusts his head, tilts, makes the kiss… softer, easier, and Bucky gasps in air he didn't realize he was holding onto and Dean's mouth follows his, closing over his bottom lip and sucking very softly, and Bucky thinks out of nowhere without his brain having any say-so Steve, and he pulls away then, jerking so hard that Dean says, "Whoa, whoa, buddy—" and Bucky almost hits him but turns away, puts his hands over his face, breathes out hard and quick and tries to ignore how his lips feel oversensitized, burning.

There's a strange metallic sound while Bucky's heart is trying to beat out of his throat. It cuts off mid-racket and Dean says, "Great timing, Sammy," full of sarcasm, and Bucky drags his hands down over his cheeks, covers his mouth. Turns around, to face his stupidity like a man. Dean's holding the metal thing to his ear, apparently listening, but his eyes are fixed to Bucky's. "Oh, just traumatizing a war hero," Dean says, and then his attention shifts and he rolls his eyes, holding the thing away from his ear with this expression so what are you gonna do?, like a guy from the deli taking a call from his henpecking wife, that Bucky snorts. Dean smiles at him, easy, and puts it back to his ear in time to respond, "Yeah," and then, "Got it, okay—look, text it to me, I left my pen in Kansas," and takes it away and holds it in front of himself—another whirling flash of color, a picture of some man, and then Dean pokes a red circle and it goes quiet.

"So," Dean says. "Sammy knows how we can send you back. Gotta do it by midnight but that's no big deal, I've got the stuff in the trunk. Scary adventure's gonna be over soon, soldier. You'll have to worry about the AWOL thing on your own."

He's poking at things on the rectangle again. His thumbs move very quickly. Bucky's watching his face, downturned, apparently casual, except that his ears are bright blushing red.

"War hero," Bucky says, finally.

Dean's cheek sucks in on one side and he looks up under his eyebrows. "Can we pretend I didn't say that?" he says. Bucky shakes his head and Dean bites the corner of his mouth. His mouth. Bucky looks into his eyes instead. "Yeah. Look, I can't—tell you this stuff. I don't know if they had sci-fi in the 40s but you just… can't tell people their future, okay? It's a bad idea. You might change something, or do something, and you'd screw up time, and then, I don't know, giant vampire robots might take over Manhattan as soon as I send you back."

"Vampire—?" Bucky says, bewildered, and Dean groans.

"Forget that, too," Dean says—fat chance, Bucky thinks—and Dean shakes his head, sighing. "Look, all this… time travel crap is new for me, too. Didn't even know it could really be a thing before a few years ago, and I didn't know regular people could just smear some stuff on a wall and speak some mumbo-jumbo and just make it happen. And so—we found this record that an unexplained event had happened, on this day in Georgia, and Sammy—that's who was just on the phone—he said, well, go check it out, and he's faking like he's not sick so I just let him send me out on the errand, and then it turned out to be you, and I'm… babbling, this is embarrassing, but you're you and I gotta say, whenever we were kids, Sammy was Superman and I was Batman but when we played Commandos he had to be Cap because I always wanted—"

Dean cuts off, and now the red's in his cheeks as well as his ears, even if Bucky doesn't know what goes there. "So. I'll send you back, but." He lifts a shoulder. "I wish I didn't have to."

He looks real sorry. Bucky leans back against the dresser, with the silent television flashing colors by his shoulder. He tries to imagine it. Boys in some hazy, magic-screen future, playing at being him, the way the kids in the neighborhood play being Flash Gordon. It's too big to fit into his head. He says, instead, "So… we win, then." Dean frowns. "The war. We win? If… me and the commandos and whoever the Captain is, we all get to be heroes. We must win."

Dean licks his lips, and looks… guilty, as all hell. "Yeah," he says, voice strange. "Yeah, you win."

Oppressive, to hear it. Not relief but responsibility. Bucky nods, takes a deep breath. "Well, all right, then," he says. He smiles at Dean, his very best. "Then I think the big hero deserves another kiss."

Dean startles, and laughs, and Bucky grins until Dean's head drops. He swallows. The future, settling onto his heart; the past, roaring up to meet it.

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 42 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Hello darlings! The saga continues… Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Pearl’s eye started to wander and Violet set out on a quest to truly prove herself.

This Chapter: Aiden struggles with envy, Adore learns something extremely disturbing about her girlfriend, and Violet makes a friend in the park.

***

“Oof!” Katya held the sweater she was knitting in front of her face, blocking the view of the TV. “Oh god, that scene gets me every time.”

“I can see why this is one of your favorites.” Violet smiled, her pencil paused on her sketchpad as she watched Nancy’s powertrip, The Craft a surprisingly good film.

They were sitting on the couch in Trixie, Katya and Pearl’s apartment, Katya sending Violet a text if she wanted to come down and watch a movie.

Violet had learned early on that Katya despised people who were on their phones while watching movies, but that crafts were allowed, which was probably also why Katya had asked her specifically since Max was out of town. Pearl, Kim and Shangela were all on the no movies list, while Trixie was apparently walking on ‘thin fucking ice’ as Katya herself had said.

“I was a witch once.” Katya smiled, going back to the pink sweater with purple clouds she was knitting, the size of it making it clear that it was for Trixie. “Who doesn’t like a side of blood magic?”

Violet smiled, shaking her head as she turned her attention halfway back to her sketch, her hand doodling flowers along the lapel of the jacket she was working on.

***

“Kiara?”

Aiden was having a perfectly good day until she came over.

It was a little after lunch, the cafeteria serving the chicken he liked. He’d been working on some sketches, fairly satisfied with his progress so far, the days going by so fast.

He was on track to have almost 10 different looks finished by the end of the day when they had to turn them in, and so he was certain that he’d be getting into the Spring collection.

He had been perfecting a sleeve, when his pleasant thoughts had been rudely interrupted by Violet’s voice, as she approached their station to talk to Kiara.

“Hi,” Violet was holding a black portfolio in her hands, her pink nails tapping on the black vinyl. She was wearing a pair of black high waisted pants, a belt cinching in her waist and a long sleeved silk top. “I was wondering if I could see what you were working on for the Spring prêt-à-porter collection?”

“Sure? Kiara looked surprised, but she still grabbed her own stack of sketches, Kiara one of the few designers that still preferred to do everything by hand. “Why?

“I heard that you’re doing a jacket,” Violet put her portfolio down, “and I’m thinking of doing a jacket, so I just want to make sure we’re not submitting the same thing.”

Of course Violet was thinking of submitting a jacket.

“Scared of the competition Chachki?” Aiden was about to reach for his own sketch, his centerpiece for his spring submissions a jacket as well.

“No?” Violet looked at Aiden, her big brown eyes unblinking. “Why would I be?”

Aiden was about to open his mouth to respond when he realized that there was no point, his hand falling down.

That girl was just so incredibly condescending, and he hated her for it.

“Here we go.” Kiara said, gesturing to her sketches, tapping on the 3 versions of the jacket that she was going to submit.

“Hmm.” Violet peered at them, nodding. “Good. We’re not doing the same at all.”

“I showed you mine. Are you gonna show me yours?” Kiara asked, and Violet giggled, pulling out her own sketches.

“Deal,” she said, flipping open the portfolio.

As curious as he was, Aiden decided not to look, burying his head in his own work, now more determined than ever to get that jacket spot.

***

“Babyyy, pay attention to meeee,” Adore whined, tugging on Pearl’s top, attempting to nuzzle into her neck as they were on the bed. Pearl had invited her over for dinner, but the second they’d finished Katya’s famous twice-baked potatoes and garlic chicken (and several bottles of wine), she’d pulled out her laptop and begun working on content for Galactica’s new website.

Adore had never seen Pearl work after hours before. She was slightly shocked to see her do any real work, to be honest, imagining her position at Galactica to be purely schmoozing with brand reps and taking high-profile selfies at fancy events.

“Sorry, I have to finish this shit tonight.” Pearl finished the last of her wine and pressed a quick kiss to Adore’s forehead before going back to her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard, Pearl actually typing at a surprisingly impressive speed.

“But…” Adore knew she was being a brat, but really, what was Pearl’s rush to finish something this late anyway? Would anyone even be ready to receive it? “Please-”

“Dore,” Pearl sighed, actually looking down at her. “I need to turn it into the site designers before midnight tonight. I thought I’d have time at work, but there was an influencer emergency and you know how those bitches get.”

Adore didn’t, in fact, know how influencers got, the realization that she knew absolutely nothing about Pearl’s work slowly creeping over her.

“I tried asking for extra time, but Fame said no.” Pearl pressed space, her short nails clacking against the black keys of her Macbook. “And unfortunately, eating her pussy right now for a favor is out of the question.” Pearl huffed. “Believe me. I tried.”

“What?” Adore’s hand froze on Pearl’s waist. “You tried what?”

“Eating her pussy?”

Adore sat up, rocking the bed. “Pearl!”

“What? You know that me and Fame used to hook up. We’ve done it for years.” Pearl turned to her with a curious expression. “They didn’t tell you?” Pearl raised a brow. “Huh.” She bit her lip, going back to her laptop. “I thought for sure they would when they were all freaked out about us getting together.”

“They?” Adore asked, trying to keep her voice from getting shrill.  “Who is they?”

“Fame mostly” Pearl shrugged, “but I thought Bianca would have had something to say.”

“Wait, so...sorry.” Adore squeezed her eyes shut, trying to clear her mind before asking, “You and Fame used to hook up, and Bianca knew about it?”

“I assumed? I don’t know for sure, but why else would your sister hate me?” Pearl paused typing, a cheshire grin on her face. “I’m delightful.”

Adore could feel her heart pounding in her throat.

“And you… You were gonna...you were gonna cheat on me with her?”

“Cheat? Wha - No!” Pearl closed her laptop, putting it to the side before she turned to Adore, shaking her head. “I’m not cheating.”

“It sure as shit sounds like it.”

“We never talked about being exclusive? So I just figured…” Pearl shrugged, and Adore wanted to hit her. “You’re a really cool girl, and I thought you didn’t care about stuff like that.”

“Well…” Adore’s mind raced. She’d been so ready to get angry, throw an absolute fit, but Pearl calling her cool was having the effect of pouring aloe onto inflamed skin. “I mean...I guess that’s true, we never talked about it.”

“It’s 2014. Everyone who’s not an absolute square is open these days,” Pearl continued.

“Is that… I mean, so…” Adore swallowed hard. “So you want an open relationship?”

“I’m not running around town fucking everyone I meet, if that’s what you’re thinking. I just think like… We know how we feel about each other? So why worry about oppressive hetero-normative rules?” Pearl punctuated her question with a charming smile, and Adore could feel herself melting.

“Yeah, that...makes sense.”

“See, this is why you’re the fucking best.” Pearl closed her laptop and kissed Adore gently, cradling her head, and every last ounce of anger dissipated into thin air.

Well...anger at Pearl, anyway. She’d deal with Miss Goddamn Fame and her traitorous sister tomorrow.

“Don’t you need to work?” Adore asked, pressing into Pearl’s embrace.

“I’ll go in early tomorrow,” Pearl said, moving her lips to Adore’s neck.

Adore sighed happily, lavishing the attention, sure that being with Pearl was worth it.

***

Courtney had gotten to the office before 6 am to prepare for the Friday design meeting--organizing the nearly 400 sketches into categories, making scans and copies and mounting the originals on card stock, each one numbered for easy reference. In the end, she had a tabbed binder for each of the attendees with high-quality copies, just barely finishing by the time Miss Fame strolled in at 9:30.

They’d been at it for awhile now, and what had begun as an orderly review with everyone on the same page had devolved into chaos, tension high as people defended their opinions. She stood in the corner of the conference room, feet already aching in her 4-inch heels, trying to follow the rapid-fire conversation, Raja and Trixie bickering about pant length and Pearl tearing out the pages she didn’t like, tossing them to the floor.

“This skirt on 42 is nice, but it looks complicated. How much would it cost to manufacture it?” Pearl passed a sketch to Bendela, who was the head of the tailoring department.

Bendela examined it closely, before proclaiming, “At least $700.”

Pearl pulled it out of her hands, dropping it on the floor with the other rejects. “Bye!”

“Well, hey now…” Alyssa flipped to the same sketch in her own binder. “Maybe it wouldn’t work for the stores, but it’s still good. Could we save it for a potential runway look?”

Pearl rolled her eyes. “Sure, but that’s not what we’re doing today.”

“Why don’t we put it aside and give Jovan some notes for runway?” Trixie suggested.

“That’s literally what I just said,” Alyssa snapped.

“I know, I’m agreeing with you!” Trixie exclaimed, handing her a fresh Red Bull. “Here, have some more gogo juice.”

“I really like this top on 27, but it would have to be a bit shorter to work with the other separates,” Alaska drawled, and Raja nodded, jotting down a note on the corresponding page of her binder.

“Yes, it’s pretty. What do you think, Fame?” asked Raja.

“It would be pretty, if it wasn’t in this disgusting color,” Fame said.

“Non-disgusting color coming right up!” Trixie said cheerfully, scribbling a note on the page.

“Trixie, I do not appreciate your tone.”

“Sorry Miss. You want to see something great? Check out Maxwell’s suit options. Starting on 104. He really outdid himself this year.” Trixie let out a loud chef’s kiss.

“Awww, thanks coach!” Maxwell said.

Courtney shifted, stretching a little, and noticed that Miss Fame had finished her coffee. Relieved for an excuse to move, she slipped from the meeting, grabbing her coat on the way to the elevators. She got Fame’s usual order as quickly as possible, along with her preferred apple cinnamon muffin to have on stand-by in case her blood sugar was having its usual pre-lunch dip, and returned to the 25th floor, shocked at the face that greeted her in the lobby when the elevator doors opened.

“Adore?”

“Courtney! Thank god. This bitch wouldn’t let me into Fame’s office-” Adore gestured towards Roxy, irritated, who gave her an equally dirty look in return, “And I need to talk to her.”

“Well…” Courtney beeped her access card, shooting Roxy an apologetic smile and saying, “Thanks, I got it.”

Once inside, she tossed her coat over her chair and turned back to Adore, who was rattling the doorknob of Fame’s office like a crazy person, pounding on the door.

“Fame? Fame, open up!”

“Adore…” Courtney touched her lightly on the shoulder. “She’s not in there. She’s in a meeting, with like, the whole senior design and marketing teams right now, and-”

“Well, I need to talk to her, right away.” Adore was clearly agitated.

“Are you okay? Can I-”

“No! I’m obviously not okay! I need to talk to her, now-”

“Okay. You wanna wait here until they break for lunch?” Courtney asked. “I can’t really ask her to leave without-”

“No, I want to talk to her. If you don’t want to interrupt, I will. I don’t give a shit about her meeting.” Adore charged forward, and Courtney caught her by the shoulders.

“Wait! Okay, I’ll tell her you’re here and that it’s urgent. Please, just…”

Adore seemed to begrudgingly accept this plan, crossing her arms and sitting on the edge of Courtney’s desk. “Two minutes and then I’m coming in.”

Courtney took a deep breath and made her way towards the conference room, trying not to wring her hands on the way. She was worried for whatever was making Adore so upset, but she also couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little at her demanding attitude. It wasn’t something that reared its head terribly often, but when it did...hoo boy. Spoiled brat Adore was by far the worst version of Adore--petulant, entitled, unyielding. Courtney prayed that she would get through this tantrum without a scene.  

Courtney re-entered the conference room, handing Miss Fame her coffee and then turning to a fresh page in her notebook and scribbling out a note, trying to be as concise as possible.

Adore Delano here. Very upset. Needs to talk. Says it’s urgent.

She underlined “urgent” before showing it to her boss, hoping that she wouldn’t get scolded for her friend’s behavior.

Fame glanced at the note and then stood up, clearing her throat.

“I have to go attend to a family matter,” she announced, “but I’ll be back shortly.” She gestured vaguely to the empty chair beside her seat, indicating that Courtney should stay and take notes.

Courtney quickly sat down, pulling over Miss Fame’s binder.

***

When Miss Fame entered her office suite, Adore was there, pacing around. She looked physically fine, which was a relief, but Fame was still concerned, knowing that Adore wouldn’t come to her, not in the middle of the day like this, unless something terrible had happened.

“Hello darling, what on earth is going on-”

“Don’t fucking darling me!” Adore snapped, catching her off guard, and Fame took a deep breath, opening her door to her office and ushering Adore inside before firmly shutting it. For one thing, it would give them some privacy. And for another, it would make sure that no one passing by saw Adore’s messy hair and booty shorts.

“Is anybody hurt?”

“Fuck you!”

Fame sighed, locking the door. If she was going to screech like a maniac, they may as well have as much soundproofing as possible.

“Now, Adore-” Fame began, but Adore immediately interrupted.

“What the fuck do I have to do for y’all to stop treating me like a fucking child?!” Adore burst out, and Fame couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“A child? Since I was at your 15th birthday, I don’t think that’s very fair-”

“Don’t change the subject!” Adore shouted, looking genuinely upset, her hand shaking.

“What is the subject, dearheart?” Fame took a step forward, but Adore stepped back. Fame could feel her panic rising, wondering if something was actually wrong with Bianca, if anyone had gotten hurt. “I think we missed a step here-”

“Pearl! Pearl, is the fucking subject!” Adore jabbed a finger against her chest, Fame looking down.

“Adore!” No one had done that to Fame since she was a child, the action incredibly upsetting and weird.

“Specifically,” Adore poked her, “you,” poke “fucking her.” Adore looked up, her eyes filled with anger. “Is that clear enough?”

“Oh.” Fame’s heart sank, the secret apparently out. The last thing she ever wanted was for Adore to get hurt, but here they were. “How did you…” Fame looked over her shoulder, making sure the door was locked, hoping that Courtney was still in the conference room.

“Look at me!”

“How did you find out about this-”

“Pearl told me!”

Fuck.

“She apparently thought that you’d told me already.”

“Good god.” Fame closed her eyes briefly, cursing herself for not being more explicit with Pearl back in September. “She really shouldn’t have done that.”

“She?!” Adore yelled. “Why didn’t you? Why do you all fucking tiptoe around, protect me like I’m a goddamn infant?!”

“Adore-”

“I’m 24 fucking years old! Half of your employees are younger than me, and I know for a fact that you don’t treat them like delicate little babies-”

“Please. Calm down, I don’t-” Fame held up her hands. “Please.”

“I’m not a child.”

“You want the truth? The grown-up truth?”

“Yes!”

“Me not telling you about my…” Fame made a vague gesture, “history with Pearl. That wasn’t to protect you. That was to protect myself.”

“What…” Adore looked momentarily thrown by this, her anger replaced with confusion, and Fame pulled her onto the sofa, taking the opportunity to grasp one of her hands.

“She’s my employee, Adore.” Fame rubbed her thumb over Adore’s hand, gently caressing it. “We may have had an understanding between us, but…” Fame sighed. “Nobody else would--could understand.”

“You mean like your husband?” Adore shot back, face twisting once more into anger. “I can’t believe you would cheat on him, that you would-”

“I would never ‘cheat’ on Patrick. He knows everything. You don’t need to worry about my marriage. But I mean that if my...Interests came out publicly, it would be very damaging to my professional reputation. That’s what I feared.”

“And you didn’t trust me?”

“I don’t trust anybody with things like this, Adore. So instead of telling you, I just...broke things off with her, and made sure she knew how much I love you. That I would be very angry if she mistreated you.”

Adore bit her lip, taking in what Fame had said, her blue eyes misty. “You went behind my back and told my girlfriend to be nice, or she’d be in trouble? Don’t you see how fucked up that is?”

“I’m sorry. It was a bad decision, but it wasn’t because I was trying to baby you. It was...it doesn’t matter. I can see now that I should have told you instead.”

“Yes. But…” Adore sighed. “I guess I understand why you didn’t.”

“I’m glad,” Fame said. “Thank you for that.”

She pulled Adore close, hugging her tightly, trying to show how sorry she was. When Bianca had taken custody of Adore nearly ten years earlier, Fame felt like she shared the responsibility to look out for her.

She knew, of course, that sometimes that meant that she was overprotective, and maybe even patronizing, but she couldn’t help it: Adore would always be a sweet baby to her, someone who had been through hell far too young, who deserved to be a bit spoiled and sheltered.

“There’s one more thing I need to know,” Adore said, still chewing on her lip.

“What is it?”

“Does my sister know?”

Fame took a deep breath, tucking a lock of Adore’s fading purple hair behind her ear. “She does. But she’s the only one. Besides Patrick. And now you. And she promised me, swore on her life, that she’d never tell.”

“Hmm.”

***

“We’ll get the results tomorrow, and it isn’t that I’m like, nervous nervous, I just hope I have done a good enough job-”

Sutan smiled as he listened to Violet chat, the fact that she was actually sharing her honest feelings about Galactica’s prêt-à-porter collection feeling like a big deal.

Sutan had asked Violet out for lunch since he was already in midtown for a meeting, the two of them now walking hand in hand around Central Park, Sutan drinking coffee while Violet was sipping on tea. The air was crisp, Autumn leaves covering the ground, the people of New York taking in the beautiful day.

“Sutan!” Sutan felt a pull on his hand, Violet stopping dead in her tracks. “Sutan, look!”

He turned his head, not even registering what was happening before Violet had shoved her tea and bag into his arms, letting go of him to make a beeline towards a couple that were walking a small dog.

“Excuse me-” Violet cleared her throat, catching the couple’s attention. “Can I pet your dog? Please?”

“Of course!”

The couple smiled, and Sutan watched as Violet crouched down on the ground, quickly taking off her gloves and handing them to Sutan so the pug could sniff her fingers.

“Hey there, hello gorgeous, hi,” Violet smiled, her hand soon running over the puppy’s head, scratching it behind the ears. “That’s it, that’s a good boy.”

Sutan tilted his head. He had never seen Violet interact with a pet before, and somehow, he had assumed that she would be either a pet hater or a cat person, but she looked genuinely happy, and completely in love with the dog.

“What’s his name?”

“Dough. It’s his first trip to Central Park, he’s been looking forward to it all week.”

“Really?” Violet looked up, her smile never wavering as she chatted with the couple about the dog. “Oh Sutan, look how cute he is.”

“He’s very-”

“Who’s a good boy?” Violet grinned, cutting off Sutan as she scratched the pug’s chin. “Who’s a good boy?”

Sutan took a sip of his coffee, hiding a grin as Violet’s bag dug into the crock of his elbow. He had never seen Violet so willingly talk to strangers, had never seen her be so overly excited about anything that wasn’t related to fashion. He took another sip, pocketing Violet’s gloves as he watched her play with the dog, a sense of calm washing over him as Violet made Dough chase his own tail.