#the pta/open-house look is a well my guy pulls from often

[chrisodonline]

Pics from the NCIS: LA Series Wrap Party.

Still the hottest cast ever, no matter the combination. (They even coordinated: Wear whatever you'd normally wear, but add a nice jacket. Suzie Orman would be proud.)

They look so happy and dorky, and I'm going to miss them together terribly. So glad that my almost 30-year fangirling of Chris O'Donnell also introduced me to these other wonderful people. (You're still my top guy, though, COD. Don't worry.)

(Source: Getty Images/ photog: Rodin Eckenroth)

[effervescentslut]

how you meet | edward cullen

A/N: wowowow after being on Tumblr for 6+ years I would have NEVER imagined my first published writing to this site being Twilight dnvjdfjaskdlmfkl enjoy!! requests are open :)) I will write for Twilight (mainly the Olympic Coven, except Jasper romantically), Star Wars, and Harry Potter

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: Reader gets unsolicited attention from teenage boys, swear words

when you moved to forks after spring break because of your dad’s work, you’re unanimously nicknamed new girl™ by all of forks high school’s students

and consequently, you’re the new eye candy for your male peers

Forks boys are, well . . . neanderthals douchebags

the ones you’ve met are egotistical, super immature, and super HORNY

. . . you decide to keep your distance

aNyWaYs

you get smooshed into ap u.s. history

apush, baby, apush HAAAAA

the teacher points you to an empty seat next to some pale blonde dude

he gives off weird kid energy at first but then he politely speaks to you

“i’m jasper. welcome to forks” and gives you an acknowledging nod

his eyes are topaz!!!?? woooooooah that’s so cool is that like a genetic defect or smth??

aaaaand your teacher immediately assigns a PROJECT

a fuckin civil war project

you swear you see jasper’s pupils dilate

you hear a chuckle from behind you

and when you turn around you see a pale dude w a dark brown buzzcut and some blonde girl smirking beside him

you later find out that those are his siblings

his fuckin goofy ass siblings

anyways a few weeks pass

you pop in at your dad’s job @ forks hospital and see him chatting w a fellow physician

yet another pale dude with blonde hair 

JESUS HOW FUCKING MANY ARE THERE

you approach them and your dad embraces you in a hug

“heeeeyyyy sweet pea! how’s it goin’!” 

the doctor he was talking to looks at you fondly

“hello, i’m carlisle cullen” and offers you his hand to shake, which you do

“y/n, carlisle was just inviting us to his house later tonight for some dinner”

dr. hotpants puts his hands in his pockets and humbly grins

“my son jasper tells me you’re his classmate”

oh god he’s one of those pta dads, isn’t he??

“oh, yeah, he’s my partner in history”

he smiles, “that’s wonderful. my wife esme and i would love to have you both over as our guests. it’s not often we have company for dinner. and i’m sure the rest of my children would love to meet you, y/n”

jesus christ how many kids does this guy have?? he looks THIRTY

don’t worry, in the car your dad tells you they’re all adopted lmfao

✰✰later that night✰✰

their house is HUGE jesus fuckin christ

alice knows (well they all know) about you because of jasper

IMMEDIATELY loves you!!

“hi! i’m alice!!!”

WHOLESOME AS FUCK UGH

i’m EVAPORATING. i’m YODELLING. it’s fine :-)

you thought you weren’t gonna make any pals in forks bc of the weird horny teenage specimens but here we are ;-;

alice envelopes you into a tight hug and you, in shock, grasp her arms to acknowledge this affection

your dad’s chillin near carlisle and esme and he’s silently chuckling

oh . . . they all have black eyes now?? must be the weather

or the fluorescence

you wave at jasper, rosalie, and emmett

you notice the last sibling

he’s very handsome

to you, everything about him was attractive

his soft hair contrasted against his hardened facial features

you could tell he was socially reserved when it comes to new acquaintances, just like you

he physically isolates himself from his family once you and your dad arrived

he was standing alone near a corner away from everyone else

you make eye contact with him and his mental barrier breaks down

he loses his cool

his face contorts

his lips twist into puckered lines

he claps his hand over his mouth and vacates the room immediately, running up the stairs

everyone notices his sudden departure

his family is shocked but tbh not really

✰✰✰ eddy boy is a lil shy around girls sometimes ✰✰✰

carlisle breaks the impending doom of silence

“i apologize for edward leaving us so abruptly. he hasn’t been feeling well as of late; please excuse his absence. . .”

you awkwardly pretend like that never happened

you feel it in your gut that your presence disturbed him

and not only did you disturb him

but you disturbed him so bad that he had to leave

for why?? you don’t know

you then realize that everyone else in the room knows he left bc of you

. . . anyway you all sit down at the table but you and your dad are the only ones who have plates

your dad notices this too

“hey, aren’t you guys gonna eat too?”

esme grins warmly at him

“oh, don’t worry about us. we just wanted to welcome you to town!”

uhhh, ok ma’am

alice talks to you for almost the entire time you were eating ;-; i love her

you’re also talking to jasper, cracking some apush jokes

you, jasper, emmett, and rosalie talk shit about your classmates and teacher

“why the fuck -- *carlisle glares at emmett* -- heck did mr. whatshisface give us a project RIGHT AFTER BREAK???!!”

“and he paired y/n and jasper!! they’re civil war  n e r d s!! they’re gonna get the best grade” rosalie chimes in

“not if we--”

alice  ❀politely❀  tells them to stfu

you giggle

bonding with your new pals <33

allllllright so it’s a few days later

you’re walking home from school

it’s drizzling, as always, but you know that it’s gonna rain harder if you don’t get home fast enough

and some asshole

some persistent prick from your class

keeps flirting with you

he’s talking about how he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you since you came to forks

he’s insisting he has your phone number, that he’s gonna take you out on dates. . .

you hate it

you’re so uncomfortable but you can’t really do anything about it

s u d d e n l y

a car pulls up beside where you and the guy are walking on the sidewalk and screeches to a stop

the window is rolled down and you see a familiar face

it’s edward cullen

with one hand on the wheel, he looks at both of you and clenches his jaw

“get in”

even though he was undeniably weird a few weeks ago, you concede

you never got to speak to him, but you knew that edward was trustworthy

you practically launch yourself into his silver volvo c30™

he shoots a stone-cold glare to the jackass on the sidewalk and drives away

honestly, it wouldn’t take much for anyone (not just a mind-reading vampire) to know how uncomfortable you are after what just happened with that guy

your body language is tense

your arms are crossed tightly

your body is pointed towards the passenger window as your knees touch the door

tears are welling up in your eyes

it would be mere seconds until you fully broke down

you’re embarrassed, to say the least

you’re embarrassed that you were put in a vulnerable situation, like a damsel in distress

and of all people, the handsome and mysterious guy--

the handsome and mysterious guy you began crushing on

--who feels seemingly indifferent towards you swept you off your feet and helped you when you needed someone

that made things even more embarrassing

and the tears started streaming down your heated cheeks

edward immediately sensed your unease (hmm wonder why, but also who wouldn’t sense it???)

he’s pissed. 

absolutely livid

that asshole had a  d e a t h w i s h

he knew you didn’t want to address your unsolicited encounter, so . . .

*awkwardly clears throat* “are you enjoying the weather?”

you choked

you did not expect him to ask that

nor did you expect him to talk at. all.

you smile through your tears and laugh

you can’t help but laugh

he’s just so awkward and cute

his half-baked plan of indirectly distracting you definitely worked

you started to excitedly talk about the rain and how much you love gloomy, cloudy days

. . . and then the elephant in the room

the inevitable first impression from a few days ago

“i’m sorry for my behavior from our first meeting. i wasn’t feeling well, and i wouldn’t have wanted for you or your father to be affected by my illness”

you’re a little skeptical at first

buuuuut you give him the benefit of the doubt and dismiss his apology

“that’s okay. it’s allergy season, anyway. i’m glad you’re feeling better”

you have no idea how bad i wanted to make a spanish flu joke right there

a small, soft smile lifts the corners of his lips “i’m edward cullen”

you look at him and return the smile

t h e  t e a s i n g  e n e r g y

“i’m y/n”

the car approaches your house after time seems to have flown by

your dad looks at you both as he walks to his car to go to work

he waves at edward

edward smiles and waves back at him as he enters the car

you gratefully thank edward for the ride, careful not to dwell on the prior circumstances

as you open the passenger door, edward grabs your wrist

!!he grabs your wrist!!

he insists on being your ride to and from school from now on

you object and exit the car

but

b u t

edward smirks, leaning towards the open door

“i’ll see you in the morning, y/n” 

your jaw drops

and then he closes the door and speeds off

you watch him drive away and your heartbeat becomes arrhythmic 

a garden of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach

blood rushes to your cheeks once more

you smile to yourself before heading inside

secretly anticipating tomorrow morning :’)

[psychosistr]

Meet Me Halfway- Chapter 4

Summary:  With his only friend gone after his defeat at the hands of the city's protector, Bushroot takes a walk through town to clear his head. On his walk, though, a certain lawn-ornament catches his eye.

Notes:  I probably found certain parts of this chapter funnier than others will, but I couldn't resist writing them, anyway x3

-First Chapter-

The heatwave finally started to break a few days after Liquidator’s defeat. With nothing better to do and in desperate need of fresh air that didn’t feel stale or suffocating, Bushroot spent the evening walking aimlessly through town.

Bushroot had gone back to the greenhouse every day since the “hard water crisis” (the term the media was using to describe the event wasn’t very imaginative), often staying until at least midnight in the hopes that Liquidator would show up just like before and they could go back to their afternoon routine of tending to the plants and talking about everything and nothing at all. Yet, every day, he left with the same disappointment of not seeing his friend.

It was strange, really: He’d spent so many years feeling lonely and unwanted. It was part of his everyday life- get up alone, go to work and have some minor social interactions that never really went anywhere, tend to his plants alone, then go home and spend the rest of his evening alone before getting up to do it all again in the morning. Then, out of the blue, a random supervillain breaks into his life and after only knowing him for two weeks Bushroot has trouble coping with the prospect of never seeing him again?

Maybe he really should see a shrink like his family always told him- there had to be something wrong with him to get that attached so quickly to someone so violent, so cruel, so conniving, so…

So charming…

So polite…

So eager to actually listen to him for a change…

Oh, who was he kidding? Even with his supervillainy ways, Liquidator was still one of the only people in Bushroot’s life who actually gave him some decent compassion and respect. Of course he’d miss the guy- he was one of Bushroot’s only friends since……actually, he was Bushroot’s ONLY friend since college, maybe even since high school now that he really thought about it. Gosh, he was so lonely…

With a heavy sigh, Bushroot kicked a pebble on the sidewalk and watched it roll across the street. He’d taken this walk to get some fresh air and try to get his mind off of how lonely he was, but all it did was serve to make him feel even more lonely and miserable than before. It didn’t help that he thought about his friend so often that literally everything was reminding him of the canine. That sprinkler spraying water over the lawn, those zinnias that were blooming like the ones in his greenhouse that he helped him water, that weird looking fountain statue shaped like Liquidator, that tree that-

Wait, WHAT?!

Bushroot had to do a double take to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Across the street, in the yard the pebble had landed in, was a lawn sprinkler system with a distinctive centerpiece- a concrete statue that looked EXACTLY like the liquid villain.

Everything about it was correct from the face to his usual body-proportions when he wasn’t connected to a larger mass of water. Not to mention there was the odd position the statue was in- angled as it was, it just looked like an art piece, but, if he imagined it being more level with the ground, it looked like the concrete had dried while the figure was walking. Its face even had a look of surprise on it!

It was too accurate to be just a statue.

“Liqui..?” The duck asked in a quiet whisper as he stared at the statue. Just as he was about to go across the street to examine it more closely, the front door of the house that the front yard belonged to opened and he quickly ducked down into some bushes to hide. “!!”

“Come on, dad!” A red-haired duckling yelled as she ran out into the yard with a duffel bag on her shoulder and a hockey stick in her hand. “We’re gonna be late for the new-players party!”

“Not if SOMEBODY stops eating brownies for five minutes and gets out here!” An older duck who looked to be about the same age as Bushroot said while walking out of the house as well and helping the girl load her stuff into the car parked in their driveway, pausing only briefly to turn off the water in his sprinkler system. “Launchpad, let’s GO!!” He yelled back towards the house.

“Comin’, DW!” A slightly younger and much larger duck shouted while running out of the house. He shoved a brownie into his mouth while quickly closing the door behind him, soon getting into the driver’s seat of the car and starting it up. “Don’t worry, Gos- we’ll be there in no-time flat!”

“We’d better!” The duckling said while grinning wickedly. “No newbies are allowed on MY team until they’ve survived their first Gosalyn Mallard surprise practice drill!”

“Can you at least wait until AFTER they get their gear on this time? I’d like to get to the first game of the season WITHOUT getting yelled at by some kid’s angry PTA-mom in the hospital..” The oldest duck said with a shake of his head and an eye roll that spoke of many hospital trips and apology letters.

Once the small group was buckled in, the car drove off down the street at a speed that was honestly frightening to watch.

Bushroot looked at the house after the car was out of sight- there were no lights on, so everyone who lived there was probably already gone…

It was getting late, so everyone else in the neighborhood was already gone or just sitting down to dinner, meaning there was no one else around…

He could probably-

No, no, that would be wrong! It would be stealing!

……

Wait, would it really be stealing since it was a living person? Wouldn’t that make it more like kidnapping? Also, was it really kidnapping if you were taking someone from a place they most likely didn’t actually WANT to be and freeing them? Wasn’t that more like RESCUING??

Okay, maybe THAT part wasn’t so bad, but, even still, it’s not like he had a way to carry a solid concrete statue all the way back to his apartment-

And then the flat-bed tow-truck pulled up in front of one of the houses next to the property that Bushroot was hiding on. The driver got out, so distracted with trying to open his lunchbox and get out some donuts that he didn’t even notice he’d dropped the keys on the sidewalk on his way into the house.

……

So, this was really happening, huh?

……

The universe just conveniently gave him everything he needed to grab the statue and get out of there?

……………

Well, who was he to argue with the universe?

Acting quickly, Bushroot exited his leafy camouflage and grabbed the keys. It took some time to adjust the driver’s seat, get the truck pulled around to the other side of the road, and figure out how to work the levers enough to lower the flat-bed close enough to the ground that he wouldn’t have to lift the statue to get it on the truck.

Once he had the truck’s bed low enough, he grabbed the chains connected to the winch and tied them off around Liquidator’s stone body- hoping that he wouldn’t accidentally break anything vital. (Then again, he WAS made of water, so he should be fine, right?)

Bushroot hesitated for a moment with his hand on the winch’s lever.

Once he did this, there’d be no going back: He’d have to steal the truck to get Liquidator back to his apartment. If he got caught, he’d be charged with grand-theft auto at best and aiding a known criminal at worst. In either scenario, he’d be serving some major jail time.

Could he really go through with this..?

“……” He almost took his hand off of the lever, but, when he looked back over to Liquidator’s face frozen in a look of surprise and shock, he felt something stab him in the heart. “Don’t worry, Liqui- I’ll get you out of here.” Bushroot said quietly to himself more than to the statue before activating the winch.

It made a lot of noise as it pulled on the statue and began to separate it from its base and the pipes that had been run up into it. It lasted for a few agonizingly long moments until, with a final loud “clang”, the statue was freed from its moorings and pulled up onto the bed of the truck.

The noise, unfortunately, caused many of the neighbors to finally notice what was going on and start gathering at the windows and doors to see what was happening- including the actual owner of the truck who was NOT too happy to see his vehicle being used by someone else.

Bushroot practically dove into the driver’s seat, scrambling to get the door closed and locked behind him before speeding off down the street. He kept his head down as low as possible until he was far away from the neighborhood and certain that no one had followed him.

As he drove to his apartment, Bushroot swallowed down the guilt he felt over stealing the truck and damaging someone else’s property (though it HAD been a person who was essentially being held against his will), and focused on forming a plan to separate Liquidator from his concrete prison. He’d figure everything out eventually once his heart stopped pounding so loudly that he couldn’t hear himself think.

Strangely enough, the beating of his heart didn’t feel like it was entirely from panic. He briefly wondered if he should be worried about that…

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

End Notes:  One plot-hole I don't see addressed that often is how Darkwing just left Liquidator's statue ON HIS LAWN. Logically, someone should've recognized it or Liquidator would have an idea of where Darkwing lived/who he was connected to since he was kept there for so long. Oh well, guess it's the sort of thing that helps fic writers out later xD

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Early Mornings (Thomas x MC)

Summary: Just an average morning in the Mendez-Day household.

This probably would’ve been up earlier, but I have a sick 3 year old niece at my house who is very clingy and needs constant attention and cuddles, lol. This idea was given to me by the lovely @akacalliope whom I am super grateful for because a girl was having major writer’s block. Let me know if you want to be added to my tag list (in general or for Thomas)

Fair warning, this story ended up being a bit smuttier than I anticipated, so by reading this you acknowledge you are 18+.

Tags: @canknot @lapisreviewsstuff @senseofduties @cxld-play @thefangirl-2001 @blackcoffee85

~~~

“How many more minutes until the alarm goes off?”

Thomas turns his head and looks at the alarm clock on his bedside table. “11 minutes.”

Marissa ignores the warm light that’s trying to peak through the curtains. She burrows deeper into the bed and sighs. Seriously, how did she ever live without an amazing memory foam mattress and down comforters? “Great. Wake me up again in 11 minutes.”

“You can’t seriously go back to bed, can you?” Thomas asks incredulously. “That’s not enough time.”

“Um, I’m the queen of power naps.”

Thomas chuckles and wraps his arm tight around his fiancé’s waist, pulling her closer to him. He plants a kiss on the back of her shoulder, before moving up slowly, peppering kisses up the back of her neck. “I’d rather do this.”

She shivers pleasantly at the feel of his lips on her neck. “That’s a nice gesture.”

“But is it better than going back to sleep?”

“Mhmm, I don’t know,” Marissa teases playfully. “You might need to do it again. For research purposes, of course.”

“Of course. I’m more than happy to oblige, madam.” Thomas’ finger slips under the strap of the tank top Marissa’s wearing and slides it down, exposing more of her shoulder. He teeth gently graze the flesh, before he kisses it. “How about now?”

“Definitely getting warmer.” Marissa turns her head so she can look at Thomas. “Good morning.”

“Morning, beautiful.”

Marissa tilts her head up and snakes her arm around the back of his neck and head, pushing him towards her. She captures him in a greedy kiss.

Thomas responds eagerly, his tongue sweeping past her lips and melding with her own. His hand leaves her waist and he skims the smooth expanse of her stomach until he reaches her breast, cupping one of them.

A low moan escapes the back of Marissa’s throat and she arches against him, pressing into his morning arousal. 

“Marissa…” Thomas warns, growling into her ear.

“Yes, counselor?”

Thomas can’t hold back his own moan as the words leave her mouth. He squeezes her breast before taking one of hardened nipples between his fingers, rolling it. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I-If my memory s-s-serves me correctly, I’m not the one w-who started this.” The grip she has on the back of his head tightens, her nails gently grazing his scalp. “Let’s see how much you can accomplish in a 7 short minutes.”

“You’ll be surprised to see what I can do with a limited amount of time. And I’ll have you know something, Miss Day, I never shy away from a challenge.”

He grabs her face and kisses her again, harder this time, the urgency and desperation evident. He had never felt more grateful for the fact that he only wore boxers to bed. While the official reason was that he got incredibly warm in his sleep — Marissa constantly called him her own personal heater — Thomas couldn’t deny that it was extremely convenient for morning quickies. Taking a hand, he quickly shoves the boxers down and haphazardly kicks them away, not caring where they land.

He then hooks his thumb into the waistband on his fiancé’s underwear and tugs them. Marissa lifts her hips in order to assist. His fingertips slowly trail down her thigh, a trail of goosebumps left in their wake. “You’re so soft. It should be a crime.”

“Thomas,” Marissa exhales. “You’re being a tease.”

His breath is warm on her neck as he pants behind her. He chuckles deeply. “You have no patience, my love.”

“I have the patience of a saint,” Marissa argues. She flips them over so she’s on top of Thomas. “I’m just choosing not to exercise it.”

Whatever witty response Thomas has geared up on the tip of his tongue dies as soon as she lowers herself onto him. His eyes flutter shut at the feel of her completely enveloping him.

She rocks her hips forward, and Thomas lifts his up, meeting her halfway. After a few thrusts, they fall into a slow rhythm. Her nails rake across his chest, uncaring if she actually scratches him. Thomas doesn’t mind either. They enjoy marking each other up every once in a while‍‍. Besides, a well placed scratch or hickey makes for interesting gossip fodder for the PTA, and Marissa knows how much they love talking about her.

His hands roam every inch of skin his can touch — her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, her arms. Every touch of the skin only sets her on fire and spurs her movements on further. He drops his hand down between them, his thumb finding her clit, drawing slow, lazy circles. Thomas watches as Marissa’s eyes close and her head drops back with a shuddered moan.

Her thighs start to tremble and that all familiar ache settles in her lower stomach. “Fuck,” she hisses under her breath. “Thomas, I’m s-so...close.”

“Come on,” Thomas coaxes, his pace on her clit quickening. “Cum for me, Mari.”

A silent cries escapes her lips as her orgasm rolls through her. Thomas follows behind a few thrusts later, spilling into her.

Marissa falls forward, her head landing on his chest. The room was silent, save for their heavy pants, the couple trying to catch their breaths. Thomas places a hand on the small of her back, softly stroking her skin. 

“Why don’t we do that more often?” Marissa asks rhetorically. As soon as the words leave her mouth, the shrill sound of their alarm clock goes off, startling them out of their peaceful bubble.

“Because we’re never going to get up early enough to do it often,” Thomas answers with a sigh. “And even if we ignore our alarm clock, we have two tiny humans that will wake us up.”

Marissa rolls over and gets out of bed. “True. Join me in the shower before we have to get the girls up?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

~V~

Forty-five minutes later, the Mendez-Day household is in fully up and ready to begin the day.

Thomas is getting dressed for work, while Marissa is in the kitchen with Luz and Ivy, making breakfast.

Ever since getting engaged and moving in with Thomas and Luz four months ago, the four of them settled into a pretty seamless routine. Marissa helped the girls get dressed for the day, they ate breakfast together, and Thomas reviewed their homework before dropping them off.

“How about just cereal for breakfast?” Marissa suggests. “I won’t have to cook, and that way I’ll still have time to do your hair for picture day. What styles are we going with again?”

“Braids,” Luz says.

“Ballerina bun.”

“Braids and ballerina bun, got it.” Marissa grabs a box of Cap’n Crunch from the pantry and pours two bowls.

“Don’t forget I have soccer practice after school,” Luz says, accepting a bowl of cereal.

“Of course not. It’s over at 5:30. And Ivy has science club until 5, so she’ll get picked up first and then we’ll swing by and get you.”

“Can you bring snacks for the team?” Luz asks. 

Marissa checks back in the pantry, scanning to see if they had enough of one snack to feed a bunch of hungry kids. Nope. “I’ll head to the grocery store as soon you guys leave, and pick up Capri Suns and...trail mix. Is trail mix good?”

“It has to be cranberry kind.”

“You got it, dude.”

After breakfast and getting the girls prepared for picture day, Marissa grabs their backpacks, ready to usher everyone out of the door.

“Do you pack lunches or do the girls need lunch money?” Thomas asks.

Marissa adjusts Thomas’ tie and smooths out the lapels of his suit jacket. “I added lunch money onto their accounts last Friday, they should be good for two weeks.”

“Okay. And have you seen my briefcase?”

“In your car.”

“And there’s no permission slips we need to sign or conferences we’re forgetting?”

Marissa shakes her head. “No. Are you picking the girls up later or am I?”

“Will you be out of class by then?”

A few months ago, Marissa enrolled in the local college to finish her bachelor’s degree. Thankfully she was just a few credits shy, and only had to take two classes, one of them online.

“Class will be over at 1:30, I’m good.”

“Can you pick them up, just in case I end up staying a bit late at the office? I don’t plan on it, but sometimes they hold me hostage.”

“No problem.” Marissa turns to Ivy and Luz. “Let’s do takeout for dinner. Chinese food, pizza, or Thai?”

“Pizza!” The girls say in unison.

“Pizza it is.” She bends down to kiss both of their foreheads. “Have a good day at school, my little chickadees. Make good choices, be brilliant.”

“Bye mom.”

“Bye Marissa!”

Thomas wraps an arm around Marissa’s waist and spins her around. “I don’t get any love?”

“I think you’ve had your fair share for the day, Mister.”

Thomas smirks. “Nonsense. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

“Have a good day, my love. May you be the best lawyer at your firm, win all of your cases, and have easygoing clients.” Marissa obliges him and gives him a sweet kiss on the lips, ignoring the obnoxious sounds the kids were making at the display of affection. 

“Okay, I’ve heard enough from the peanut gallery.” Marissa says once she pulls away. “I love you guys.”

“Love you too.”

Once the three of them are gone, Marissa dramatically plops down on the couch. She closes her eyes, hoping to get a few moments of rest.

As soon as she closes her eyes, her phone buzzes loudly. Her eyes snap open at the noise. Pulling her cell out of her pocket, she sees it’s her group text message thread, from the PTA, asking her questions about new fundraiser ideas.

She sighs. “No rest for the weary.”

[staygoldsunshine]

Alexander the Great

A Lumen Story: Part 2

    A week later, Mrs. McHale shows up to the PTA meeting with a bruise on her jaw. The other moms shake their heads and murmur their bless-her-heart’s over their lemon sweet tea while silently distancing themselves from the Japanese woman. Nicholas Smoak tells his son all about it at the dinner table.

    “Should’ve seen that poor woman tonight,” his thick Southern accent coating all his words in honey. He scratches his full, red beard and sighs. “You’d think he’d have the better sense not to let her out of the house looking like that.”

    Xander sets his jaw. “Dad.”

    Nicholas looks up from his paper, licks his thumb, and turns the page as easily as he can switch topics of conversation. “How is the McHale boy doing in training, by the way? Coach says he’s been struggling to fit in.”

    Xander shrugs his shoulders and stabs his leftovers with his fork. “No kidding.” But when his father clears his throat, Xander’s spine straightens. “He’s cocky, always going on about how good he is, but when he has to fight against someone, he always chokes. Everyone knows he’s just biding time until they kick him out because he’s already been kicked from the AV club. So that means there’s only the choir left for an extracurricular, and everyone knows Miss Agnice would sooner die than let a guy get kicked out of the choir.”

    “What do you think?” Nick lets the question simmer between them as Xander sits in nervous silence twisting the blue checkered tablecloth between his fingers. “You know, if you’re going to become the Knight’s Captain, you’re going to have to learn to spot talent among your team.”

    And there it is, the inevitable sword hanging above Xander’s head. His dad was Captain, and his grandad was Captain. He’s pretty sure every man in his family, in the whole Smoak line has been the greatest at whatever he’s set out to do, and so Alexander Smoak has to do the same. He has to be great.

“He knows the woods better than anyone,” Xander mutters, thinking of the way Tristan can disappear into those leaves and branches just like a ghost. “When we practice tracking, he finds the trails faster and follows them longer than anyone else, but he’s never made a single kill, even with help.”

    “So he is useful.” That’s the thing about his dad. He sees people in terms of usefulness, their abilities lined up against their faults. Those calculating blue eyes are always weighing and judging even through their practiced smile lines, and Xander wonders every day if he stacks up in his dad’s mind. “Interesting, be sure you tell Coach.” Then Nicholas folds his newspaper, gathers his plate, and walks to the kitchen. “I’ll be working late tonight. Be sure you get to bed on time.”

    Xander goes back to stabbing his food. “Yes, sir.”

    Once his dad has shut himself in his office for the night, Xander gets up, dumps his plate, and rushes up the stairs to finish the Lego set he’s been working on. He opens the door to his room and feels hot, humid air hit his face. The window is open. A gentle breeze send the curtains billowing like the wings of a creature about to take flight.

    Xander grabs the sword, the real one, from beside his bed. Lumen don’t come into town, he reminds himself, his heart beating out of control. His head spins, thinking of those claws, the teeth, the bright white eyes. He flicks on the light. And he sees someone leaned against the wall beneath his window.

    “McHale?”

    Tristan waves. “Hi.” His hair is a mess, littered with leaves and burs. He’s still wearing that stupid jean jacket, and his sneakers are caked in mud. Tristan carries the smell of the woods with him, and Xander realizes that the scent alone makes him uneasy.

    Parry the initial attack… “Wh-what in the world are you doing in my house?” Xander shuts the door behind him, but he doesn’t set his sword down. 

    Tristan shrugs, pulling one of his legs against his chest. He’s all joints and jagged lines. “You know, Dad was in a mood again, so I ducked out and came here.”

    Knock his weapon aside… Xander furrows his brow and glares at the flippant intruder. “But why come to my house?” 

    “Well, it was the biggest one on the block, so I figured it was yours. And since you’re the closest thing I have to a friend, I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind if I hung out for a bit.” Tristan gives a bright smile, the same smile he always has when he enters the ring, knowing he’s going to lose.

    This time, however, Xander feels his back hit the dirt, and Tristan wins this round. Xander blinks once, looks away, and blinks again. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” He thinks of his dad, downstairs in his office and considers shouting down to him. His dad will know how to handle this.

    Tristan tilts his head to the side and seems to read Xander’s thoughts. “Hey, I’m not too happy with the situation either. Normally I go to Garra Price’s house and crash on her couch, but she’s out of town for a stupid wedding or something.” Then he glances over at the Lego set at the foot of Xander’s bed. “Camouflaged Outpost I see, nice.”

    Xander shakes his head and raises the tip of his blade without realizing it. “No, we are not friends. Now get out of my house!”

    “We had a conversation last week! You knocked me down a bunch of times, and then you let me win the match. We bonded!” Tristan’s smile is becoming strained, and when Xander takes a step back towards the door, the other boy actually flinches. “Look, please don’t tell your dad I’m here. I can’t go home right now, okay?” The breath of wind that has followed Tristan through the window carries the smell of honeysuckle and fresh rain. Xander grips his sword tighter as he considers the boy sitting on his floor, the boy who doesn’t fit into Xander’s calculated theory of monsters and knights and becoming great.

    All Xander sees is a tired boy with a look in his eyes like a dog that’s been kicked too many times, and Xander finally puts his sword down. A good leader helps even the weakest link in his team, right? “Fine, I won’t tell him, but don’t make this a regular thing.”

    Tristan nods, a grateful sigh releasing the tension from his shoulders. “Yeah, yeah, it won’t happen again.”

    It happens again, several times, actually. Tristan shows up in Xander’s room, always through the second-floor window, always with a smile no matter how tired he looks. Xander gets used to keeping snacks in his dresser, extra blankets and a pillow in the top of his closet, and an old comic or two since most of the time Tristan never does manage to get to sleep anyway. Yet he’s always gone again the next morning when Xander wakes up to get ready for school.

    When they do see each other during the day, Tristan normally avoids Xander except for in the ring where he has no choice. They only ever really talk when Tristan “comes to visit,” as he calls it. Xander begins to mind the intrusions less and less, and eventually, he even looks forward to finding his window open. As summer gives way to the first cool days of fall, when the other Knights try to make nasty comments about the fight Tristan’s parents had in the supermarket or the fact that he’s “half-Jap,” Xander finds himself telling them to shut up and mind their own business before he even realizes the words are coming out of his mouth. No one questions why, at least not out loud.

    “Coach says that the McHale boy is more cooperative in training now.” Nicholas raises an eyebrow at his son. “Would that have anything to do with you?”

    “I think he’s an asset, so I had a talk with Tristan, that’s all.” His father wouldn’t approve of the new friendship. It’s one thing to be a good leader, but becoming friends with Tristan, the son of the town drunk and his mail-order bride, that’s another thing entirely. Xander rinses off the plate he’s been washing and sets it in the drying rack. “I thought you wanted me to take initiative about things like that.”

    Nicholas tucks his hands into his pockets, a tactic he uses often in his speeches. It gives him the appearance of a Good Ole Boy, with his flannel shirts and well-groomed beard. “I do, son, but be careful with that boy. His father…”

    “Why doesn’t someone arrest him anyway? We all know what he does.” Xander looks up from washing dishes and catches the look of outrage on his father’s face before it’s masked behind polite indifference again.

    “I had a talk with James last week. You know he’s an old friend of mine, Alexander. This is a small community, and issues like these have to be handled delicately.” Nicholas’ voice is all honey again, honey and sweet tea and a summer night.

    Xander drops the cup he was washing back into the sink and turns off the water. “Well, maybe I don’t think you’re handling it correctly.” A collectively held breath hangs overhead, just like when the forest knows there’s a monster lurking, just like when Xander grips his sword in his hand and prepares himself for a fight.

    Nicholas Smoak sets his jaw. “What did you just say to me?” The monster swipes its claws through the air, and Xander has to dodge or risk losing his head.

    Normally Xander would never do this. His father’s word was always law, ever since he was a little kid, but now, now Xander knows Tristan. They’ve never talked about it, not really, but he knows why Tristan never takes off that blue jean jacket or why he disappears into the woods after practice instead of heading home. He knows why Tristan doesn’t like hurting people, even in practice. A great leader knows how to spot danger.

    “You should arrest Mr. McHale, Dad. You’re letting him hurt his wife and son, and that’s wrong.” In his mind, Xander’s sword flashes in the kitchen light. The monster rears back, ready for another strike.

    Nicholas strides across the kitchen floor, grabs his son by the arm, and leans in close, so close that Xander has to look away. “You listen to me, boy. Just because you think you know everything doesn’t mean that you can use that tone with me. I am not one of your buddies at school. I am your father, and I deserve your respect.” He releases Xander’s arm, but Xander can still feel the monster’s breath on his face. “Go to your room, and I don’t want to see you again until you get home from school tomorrow. Am I understood?”

    Still looking at the floor, Xander replies, “Yes, sir,” and runs up to his room, a retreat he would normally never allow. The window is open, and Xander feels a rush of relief. Only, instead of honeysuckle and fresh rain and decaying leaves, the breeze blowing through the window carries the smell of blood.

[luckystarchild]

Random headcannon! What kind of fathers do you think the boys would be like? :)

Now THIS is the kind of head-canon Ask I can sink my teeth into! Love getting these. WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.

KURAMA:

I actually wonder if Kurama would want children. Part of me thinks he’d be perfectly happy to be childfree by choice. He’s a precise person I imagine as a clean-freak, and I think he’d find kids tiresome.

BUT, if he had them, he’d raise them to be polite, responsible, and calm–almost little Kurama clones, because wild children would get on his nerves. He’d never, EVER raise his voice to his kids and he’d find spanking repugnant (because intimidating a child into obeying means he failed to reason with said child, which means Kurama’s big brain failed him, and his pride can’t have that)

 He’s the kind of father who would have an office in his home that no one is allowed into except for him;  “Don’t disturb your father while he’s working, children.”

I also think he might accidentally wind up being a bit distant from his kids. Not for lack of love, but he’s so dang polite and reserved that his kids might not find him accessible or approachable. PLUS I don’t think he had much of a family as a demon, and since he spent a lot of his childhood ignoring Shiori, he likely has no clue how to be a good parent (though he mimics Shiori as best he can). He’s not the type to play Legos with his kids, is what I’m saying.

He’d have no trouble telling his kids “no.” 

I think his kids would inevitably have a rebellious phase, mostly to get their father’s attention, and otherwise be hungry for his approval.

Mess with Kurama’s kids, btw, and you die. You die slowly and horribly in the basement, tortured long and slow (and Kurama’s kids, seeing him protect them, realize that while their father might be cold sometimes, he truly loves them very much).

The voice of reason on the local PTA (which he low-key runs by psychologically manipulating the other parents).

Bonus: Kurama’s kids would have a GREAT relationship with Shiori and spend a ton of time with their grandmother, whom Kurama would go to for parenting advice at least twice week when no one’s looking.

HIEI:

Firstly, I don’t think Mister Deathwish plans ahead enough to truly imagine a family life, and secondly, I think he’d avoid having kids after such a fucked-up childhood. “How can I raise a family when I’ve never had one of my own, never experienced what that feels like?” I hear him asking. He won’t even tell his sister they’re family, which makes me think he thinks he doesn’t DESERVE a family of his own…so any kids he has would likely be an accident, unless you write him with a lot of character development in which he moves past his intrinsic self-loathing.

So I see him being one of two types of fathers: the dad who resents having a kid accidentally (but the kid eventually opens him up and makes him a happier person), or the kind of dad who tries to be a good parent and just has no idea how and winds up making his kids cry a lot (“Daddy is scary!”). Or maybe he starts as the first and grows into the second; IDK.

Point is, he’d be gruff and no-nonsense, and when teaching his kids to fight (because you know he would!) he wouldn’t pull punches. In fact, I imagine him almost as an Aggressive Little League Dad™, taking a small child’s fighting lessons far too seriously for their own good:

“Pick up your sword, child!” he says to a kid literally in pull-ups.

“But Daddy, it’s too heavy!” says the kid as they try to life a sword that is literally twice their height.

“I SAID PICK IT UP, BRAT, AND STOP DAWDLING. AN ENEMY WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU BY NOW.”

 “Waaaah, Mommy, help!”

I think Hiei’s partner would have to step in and say, “Hiei, honey, they’re KIDS. Let them be kids. They don’t need to fight yet because we’ll keep them safe.” But since Hiei was LITERALLY TOSSED OFF A ROCK AS A BABY BY HIS OWN DANG MOM, he has no concept of what a peaceful childhood looks like and insists the kids fight while in diapers. It’s only when his partner points out that they do not, in fact, intend to toss their children off a floating island that Hiei chills out.

“Tell me, Hiei. Do you intend to abandon our child? Do you ever intend not to protect them? No? THEN LET THE KID GET A DANG TEDDY BEAR FOR HIS BIRTHDAY AND PUT AWAY THOSE NUNCHUCKS; GODDAMN.”

Has no idea what a PTA is and doesn’t care to learn, and will sulk if dragged to one. Maybe light a curtain on fire to cut the meeting short. It’s Hiei.

Bonus: Yukina would be a very involved auntie, because if Hiei is open enough to have kids of his own, he’d be open enough to confess he’s her brother.

YUSUKE:

Yusuke loves kids (at least in my personal head-canon he does), and while I totally see him having kids accidentally (because he ain’t the responsible sort), I do think he’d want them (or not hate the idea of then and just not think too hard about the possibility of kids until, whoops, one is on the way, too late now).

And you know what? I think he’d be a great dad.

He’d be warm with his kids, play with them on their level, and totally support them when they do something he never could (do well in school, for instance). Lots of affectionate teasing and wrestling, I picture. Yusuke’s father was canonically abusive, so Yusuke would try to right the wrongs of his childhood and be the best dad ever.

HOWEVER…I think he’d inevitably turn his partner into the Bad Cop to his Good Cop. Yusuke would be his kid’s buddy and leave the discipline to his partner. “Daddy, can I get a puppy?” “Um…go ask your mother/father!” He’d be the “fun” parent, and sometimes that would lead to strife with his partner and a lack of discipline with his kids. I mean, he’d probably give out the odd spanking or three (he spanks a kid in the manga, after all) but taking away a cell phone or grounding the kid would fall to Keiko, or whomever he has kids with.

In fact, if he tried to ground his teenage kids, they’d probably just laugh at him and assume he’s kidding, because he definitely let the kids skip school a few times, talks about their teachers with disdain, and isn’t built for being a stern parent.

Goes to PTA meetings, like, twice a year and makes snarky comments the whole time while eating all the snacks.

Bonus: Atsuko sobers up because Yusuke makes it clear she can’t be drunk when babysitting (and she desperately wants to be a better caretaker to them than she was to Yusuke, even if she laments she’s too young to be a grandmother). He also visits Mister Takenaka (who never married) with the kids sometimes and gets parenting advice from his former teacher, because Takenaka is the closest thing to a dad Yusuke had growing up. Takenaka becomes like a grandfather to Yusuke’s children and it’s lovely.

KUWABARA:

He wants kids, full stop. As a kid himself he wasn’t so sure, but as an adult his paternal instincts go a bit nuts. Turns out his obsession with kittens extends to human babies, as well. He’s a joyful parent, but he would very responsibly wait to have kids until he’s making good money and has finished school. No accidents like Yusuke, that’s for sure.

He preps the nursery as much as his partner does and is the best dad a mother could want during infancy. You ever see someone change a diaper at 4 AM with a grin on his face? You will if you visit Kuwabara when the baby comes home.

As the kids grow up, he gets totally wrapped around their fingers, a total “Yes Man” who brings home presents  (sometimes living ones like kittens) far too often for his partner’s tastes. Spoils his kids rotten, this guy, but his kids trust him completely and can go to him with any problems they have, knowing he won’t judge and will just listen.

He’s nurturing to a fault. Every night he helps with their homework, and if he doesn’t understand it, he’ll read chapters ahead in their textbooks and learn all of the material just so he can help them (through this he realizes just how much stuff he missed in school, back before he buckled down and went to college).

If he has a girl, he’ll be the kind of dad who gives a “Shotgun & Shovel” talk to her boyfriends (though knowing Shizuru, his daughters will be feminists and demand their dad back off and trust them to make their own choices). 

Kuwabara’s biggest fault as a dad is that he hovers and smothers; his kids will be driven NUTS and need space, much as they love their father.

Is the one bringing all the best snacks to the PTA meetings.

Bonus: Shizuru gives all his kids the sex talk because Kuwabara is too embarrassed to do it himself. She’s the coolest aunt ever, and his kids go to her house to escape their dad when he gets too smothery.

IN SUMMARY:

Hiei is an Aggressive Little League Dad™, but with fighting lessons. Doesn’t know what a PTA is and doesn’t care. WILL set something on fire if dragged there against his will.

Kurama is an aloof authority figure who psychologically manipulates the other PTA parents to get his way. Fuck you, Brenda, and screw the funding; these kids are getting a greenhouse.

Yusuke is the Cool Dad™ who eats all the snacks at PTA meetings (of which he only attends, like, two) and makes snarky comments about the moms' boobjobs to himself the whole time.

And Kuwabara is a loving helicopter parent who brings all the best snacks to the PTA meetings, during which he takes the meeting’s minutes (earnestly, but with illegible penmanship).

[johanbrandy]

Arjun having sex with neighbourhood aunty Neetu

So, I’m a 18yr old guy living in panipat..I live with my parents here..let assume my name to be Arjun..our original home is in some other state and we live in a rented house here..my dad works in a govt firm.One of our neighbour is very close to our family..the couple had three children and it happened that one of their child studied in the same class as mine, so her mom was always interested about knowing about my preparations for the exams..let assume her name to be neetu..she is 38 yrs old. Neetu aunty used to visit our home very often whenever my mum was at home.

One day,due to some domestic reasons my mom had to go to our native for one and half month..my dad would leave for office at 8 in the morning and come home at around 8pm..I was all alone at home at that time..and had to do all the work by myself.one fine day, I was washing my clothes and then neetu aunty knocked at that door…my vest n football shorts were all wet and I was not wearing any underwear underneath..I thought that she just came to ask something and then she would go..so, I didn’t change my clothes and opened the door..she came inside and asked me if I had breakfast and what I would eat for lunch.

she roamed inside the house and complimented me for cleaning the house so well..she sat on the sofa and she got wet in the light rain..I gave her a towel and noticed that the was wearing a sexy lacy bra which was visible from outside her salwar kameez..seeing this is got an erection..I noticed that my bulge was visible so I aat down on the sofa opposite to her..I was able to hide my erection but neetu aunty might have noticed that I got hard inside my pants..I felt embarrassed…she giggled a bit..and then someone called on my phone which was on my table..I didn’t want to get up..but I had to..I got up and my erect cock was clesrly visible..I picked the phone facing away from her..then I sat down on a chair near the table itself..

aunty asked who it was..I said it was a friend..she the asked if it was my girlfriend…I said no..she then asked me if I had a girlfriend…I said yes..she enquired about it and then she handed me my towel..she said that she’ll be coming again at 12 noon to check if was able to cook properly…while going she smiled and said ” ghr mei koi aaye toh andr kuch pehen lia kr”..I sensed what she meant and felt hugely embarrassed…She again came at 12 noon and asks me what I’ll be cooking..she noticed that I didn’t bath yet..she offered me help and said that she’ll cook the paneer and dal and told me to get a bath..meanwhile I entered the bathroom..I remembered whatever happened and felt horny..

I shagged off in the bathroom..just after I shagged off she came running at the bathroom door shouting that something went into her eye..I grabbed the towel n put it over my dick and opened the door..she rushed in and washed her eye..she then asked for my towel and she said that be quick..and she took the towel from me..and I had to hide my semi erect cock with my hand…she noticed the cum on the floor..she gave a naughty smile and went out of the bathroom..I came out of the bathroom after bathing wearing a towel and went to my room directly and was about to lock the door..then neetu aunty said that “drwaza bndh krne ki kya zarurt hai..waise bhi dhng k kpde toh nhi pehenta h tu” and I was dumbfounded…

I wore my clothes hurriedly and came to the kitchen to help her..she ws done with cooking and then she served me lunch…and went back home…I ws thinking over her comments repeatedly and shagged off again..The next day she came to me and brought some idli for me in a tiffin box..she told me to have it for breakfast…while opening the tiffin box she spilled the chutney all over her clothes over her chest..she then rushed to the bathroom..she just closed the door and left a small gap..it was visible to me what she was doing..she opened her salwar and cleaned her boob area..she was not able to clean ir completely and asked me for a towel..I said that there is a towel inside the bathroom..

she cleaned her chest area and wrapped the towel over her boobs and came out..she then told me that she didn’t bath yet and if I had any any problem if she took bath in my bathroom..I said that I have no problem at all..she then asked me to get her clothes from her house…she gave me the keys of her house and instructed me to bring her salwar kameez and also told me that there is a red colour paper box inside and to bring that too..she told me that she had a vanity bag inside her wardrobe which had her medicines and to bring it along..I went to her home and brought all the stuff..

I had some suspicion about that box and I opened it to find that there was a pink bra inside it..I wrapped it and put it back..I handed over her stuff to her and then she took bath..while she was taking bath I notice that the shower was kept flowing for too long..I felp suspicious and decided to look into what she was doing..I managed to look inside the bathroom from the small gap between the door and the floor….to my surprise she was fucking herself with a dildo..she had the dildo in her vanity bag..when she was over with it she took out some cream and a razor from her bag..she applied the cream in her pubic region and shaved her pubic hair off..seeing all this I got excited and started jerking myself..

I was about to climax and gave a loud moan and cummed on the floor..neetu aunty might have understood what I was doing..she then finished bathing and started wearing her clothes..she called me for help as she was not able to fasten her bra strap..I helped her and came out of her bathroom..while she was coming out of the bathroom she noticed that there was cum on the floor..she asked me “arjun, ye nche kya pda hua hai”..I replied ” nhi pta aunty..conditioner hoga shyd”..she then touched it and smelled it..and said ” nahi..ye toh conditioner nahi hai..conditioner ki smell toh aisi nhi hoti hai” I said ” nhi pta aunty”..she then asked me ” tere hath mei kya lga hua hai?” And then I noticed that I had cum in my arm too..I said ” nhi pta aunty..kch lga hga”..

she said ” accha…sch bta ki tu kya kr rha tha jb mai nha rhi thi.” I said ” kch nhi aunty phone mei games khel rha tha”..she said ” but tere phone msi toh games hai hi nhi” then I said ” mera mtlb tha ki games download kr rha tha” she then looked at me with lust in her eyes..then we sat on the sofa and were talking..she asked me ” tune apni grlfrnd ko kiss kia hai?”..I saud ” nhi”..

she said “arre sharma mt..kai tri mummy ko nhi bataungi” the I said ” well..haan “..she said ” accha..iska mtlb agr akele bnd kmre mei hote tkh sex v kr lete..waise kya kya kia tune uske sth?”..I said that ” bs kiss kia” then she replied ” usne tere sath kya kia? Tu toh waise bhi andr kch nhi pehenta h..usne iska faayda nhi uthaya?”..I said ” nhi aunty..hmne bs bus mei kiss kia tha” she replied “accha..tb shyd tra itna bda nhi tha..ab toh tu bda ho gya h..ab toh ldkiyan tere iss dressing sense ka khub faayda uthayengi..ldke toh lucky hote h..apni pyaas bhja skte h..bt ldkiyon ko toh bht cheezon ki zarurt hoti hai..haath se kaam nhi chlta hmara..aajkl toh tere uncle bhi ghr pr nhi rhte h…mai toh pagal hi jti hoon akele akele”..

I replied with a “hmmm”..she then said that ” waise maine delhi se kch artificial samaan mangayi thi..ussi se kaam chalati hoon aajkl..” she then brought hee vanity bag and showed me her dildo..it was a vibrating one..I acted innocent and asked her what it ws..she said “ye whi hai jo tere pant k andr hai..bus difference itna h ki tra use nhi hua h aur ye use ho chuka h”..I knew where this conversation was going..I asked her ” ye kaise use krte h”..she said ” tu apna phn de..dikhati hoon”..she then opened a porn site and showed me a video of a girl using a dildo..I remained silent..she then asked me ” bda ho gya h na tra?” I remained silent..she then placed her hand on my crotch and said “ktna bda h tra..roz hilata hga na tu”

I didn’t know how to react and utrered “ummm..haan”…she then tld me ” chl pant utar de apni..dkhte h ki mra dildo zyda bda h ya tra lund” as soon as she uttered the word ‘lund’ it sent shivers down my spine..I knew that it was now or never and I pulled down my shorts and my dick sprang out saluting her..she then grabbed my 8 inch dick and saidkaafi mota bhi hai..tere uncle ka toh chota sa hai.. dildo se hi kaam chlati hoon..tri biwi ko bht khush rhegi ki itna bda aur mota lund uske pss hga”..then she asks me ” tu chup chap kyu khda h..tu mjhe dkhna chahta h na?..chl dkh le..” she the removed her salwar and kameez n was sitting there just in her bra and panty..she then asked me “tjhe kiss kiye hue ktne din ho gye”

I replied ” 8 mahine shyd”..she replied ” accha….pta h tere uncle toh mjhe bs lips pe kiss krte h n bs khde khde mjhe chodte hai..mjhe satisfaction milti hi nhi..srf chudne se mri chut ko rahat nhi milti aur toh aur mjhe unka lund chusne tk nhi dete” again she started her war of words and I was filled with lust for her..then I said ” toh mjhe use krlo..mai toh hr chz k lye ready hoon”then I grabbed her face and gave her a deep kiss..eventually I opened her bra n made her sit on the couch..I sat down on the floor between her legs.. I said ” mai sb dkh rha tha aunty g..jo kch aap bathroom mei kr rhe the” with this I separated her legs and kissed her chut abover her panty..her panty was totally wet and I took it off..and started licking her vagina ..she was moaning and uttering

“arjunnn…aaahhh.meri jaan…chaat meri chut ko” she then held my head and went in into her clean shaven pussy..then I told her to stand up and I lied down on the sofa and said ” aunty g..aap mere muh k upr baith jao..”..she obeyed me n sat on my face..she then turned around and took my cock in her mouth..and sucked it hard and I was busy licking her pussy..she then saidab mjhe nche rhne do n tu uor chdh jaa” I obeyed but I couldn’t understand why she did so….while I was busy licking her pussy I felt her fingers on my asshole..she lubricated my asshole using her saliva and put two fingers inside..then she inserted her vibrating dildo in my arse..while licking my dick simultaneously…she had many orgasms and at that time she put the dildo deep inside my ass..

[she-walked-away]

The twins + Hope going full Parent Trap after they meet at Caroline's School For Gifted Youngsters.

Okay, so this drabble is semi-canonish, and I know this won’t be many people’s cup of tea since it involves the magical babies. This is how the future of Klaroline is looking (ONLY ON THE SHOW) but I did have fun writing this drabble. It’s kind of cracky, but I’d been asked a couple times to write this scenario so I hope you guys like it :)

Enjoy!

It took Caroline only three months toregret admitting Hope Mikaelson as a student at the School for the Young andGifted.

She blamed Klaus.

It was nothing against the 8 yearold girl. Hope was one of the most talented students the school had everencountered, and that was including Caroline’s own magical daughters. She wassweet, thoughtful, and always eager to learn from her teachers. But ever sincethe arrival of Hope, Caroline’s life turned upside down in so many differentways.

First of all, she was up to herelbows in Mikaelsons.

Freya joined the school as an teacherfor three classes a week. Lizzie struggled the most with controlling herpowers, so she soon grew closest to the oldest Mikaelson witch, much toCaroline’s surprise and exasperation Rebekah was constantly sending Carolinelinks of school uniforms and how her niece desperately needed a wardrobeupgrade. She didn’t know how she was supposed to handle that, and would alwaysforward those messages to Hayley. Kol popped in every few months to check onhis ‘favorite niece’ and crack jokes about when the twins would become Hope’ssisters.

Josie overheard one time and was nothappy when Caroline shot that idea down.

After that, Kol was no longer allowed onschool grounds without supervision.

Josie and Lizzie immediately tookto Hope when she visited the School for the Young and Gifted in the MysticFalls chapter that Alaric headed up. Their bedroom in New Orleans, where theyspent the majority part of the school year, was littered with artwork down bythe youngest Mikaelson who had inherited her father’s artistic talent. Josiewas constantly begging Caroline to allow Hope to be their third roommate.

Caroline prided herself on beingable to compartmentalize her life. When she was working at the school, she wasfocused, driven. When she left work, her nights were spent with the girlsunless they were with Alaric for that time of the year, and then she stayed onthe couch, stuffing her face with beignets.

But of course, Klaus found his wayto weasel his way back into her thoughts.

Annoyingly enough, Klaus was one ofthose parents. He sent daily emails withsuggestions for the school (Caroline regretted including him in the parentsuggestion email chain), sent random checks once a month whenever there was aminor incident (Lizzie felt so bad about setting the sink on fire and whenKlaus saw he cry, he bought the twin a new bathroom practically), asked about fieldtrip chaperones, and made himself impossible to ignore.

As annoying as the daily emails werefrom Klaus, Caroline secretly loved them. Whenever he not so subtly mentionedparent teacher conferences, or how he wanted to fund a PTA, she found herselfamused and stuck grinning like an idiot at her computer more often than not.

He was not at all coy in reminding herthat his affections remain unchanged throughout the years. After Klaus and Hopevisited the school in Mystic Falls for the first time, Caroline found a fewsketches of her and the twins on her armoire in her house along with arectangle shaped black velvet box that contained the infinity bracelet that shethrew back in his face nearly ten years with a simple “thank you” note.

When she didn’t respond, he sent a 3million dollar check and letter.

Clearly, it was obvious that she neededto thank him in person. She took the twins with her because they were beggingto see Hope again after the first visit, and they all fell in love with NewOrleans. So, one year later, they opened the newest branch for the School forthe Young and Gifted and it had been booming ever since.

Her daughters loved Klaus, and it droveCaroline nuts.

He’d show up every once in awhile tovisit Hope during lunch time, taking great pleasure in the Caroline’sannoyance. The twins always talked about “Mr. Klaus” and the all thefun places that Hope would tell them about, or whatever new present he sent herin the mail.

Alaric was extremely concerned when thetwins befriended the young witch, but Caroline defended the friendship,pointing out that the girls were always going to be a lot safer in the magicalschool with an overprotective hybrid’s child than with any other school.

Klaus’ minions never quite left theschool, and Caroline started charging him rent for them much to his amusement.

However, it didn’t help that wheneverHope asked a question, she’d raise her eyebrows and press her lips together,giving Caroline an extremely uncanny familiar expression that reminded her ofthe girl’s father. She didn’t look much like Klaus, but her expressions were eerilyjust like him, and she was frustratingly perceptive when it came to Klaus andCaroline’s quasi-friendship.

“Ms. Forbes?”

Caroline looked up from her desk,offering the little red head a gentle smile. “Hey, Hope. How was your weekend?”

The school followed a boarding schoolpattern, but there were weekends where the students could go home if theywished. Since Hope’s family lived in New Orleans, she usually went home at leasttwice a month.

“It was good,” the eight year old smiledas she leaned up against Caroline’s office door. “My dad and I painted most ofthe time and I showed him the sage privacy spell that Aunt Freya taught us lastweek.”

Caroline’s eye twitched at the mentionof Klaus, but her smile never faltered. “I bet he was very pleased with yourprogress.”

Hope nodded, her grin widening. “He saidto thank you again for letting me come to school and sent you a present again.”

Caroline sighed good-naturedly and held outher hand. Hope smirked, handing over a paper bag. The blonde pulled out a shinyred apple and shook her head with a exasperated smile. Every time Hope wenthome for the weekend, Klaus would always send something back.

The first time, it was a pair of readingglasses, then a pack of pencils. There was always a school theme to them. Onetime he sent a ruler for disciplinary reasons and when Caroline sent him anemail about how paddling was no longer used in schools and shouldn’t he getwith the times?, he responded that he didn’t intend for her to use it on thestudents ;).

Caroline couldn’t answer his emails fora week without blushing.

And thiswas the kind of shit she had to deal with from him.

Caroline rolled her eyes. “Someday he’sgoing to run out of presents to give.”

The young Mikaelson smiled. “Hesays he’s got a lot more up his sleeve.”

“I bet he does,” she mutteredunder her breath. “Tell him thank you for me.”

“Or you could just email it tohim,” Hope suggested with an innocent smile.

“How do you know about those?”Caroline asked, looking at her curiously.

Hope shrugged and looked away. “Can Iask you a question?”

She wrinkled her brow in concern andmotioned for the little girl come in and shut the door behind her. “Of course.”

Hope clambered into the seat in front ofCaroline’s desk and clasped her fingers in front of her, giving the woman acontemplative look. The blonde had to bite back a giggle at how familiar thatexpression looked. Sometimes she was a real Klaus mini-me.

“How do you know my dad exactly?”

Caroline startled, dropping the pen shewas holding on her desk. Hope arched a brow in response, quirking the corner ofher mouth up into Klaus’ signature smirk.

“I-uh, I knew him from when I was inhigh school,” she managed to get out, flashing her a pageant smile.

“Were you guys friends?”

“Uh- kind of, yeah,” she shrugged.

Tried to kill each other,flirted, threatened, fucked each other’s brains out, same thing.

Caroline coughed at that reminder,squirming uncomfortably. “Why do you ask?”

The redhead shrugged. “My dad said youwere-” Of course he did, Caroline thought with a tiny smile, “-but hedoesn’t really have many friends outside the family. Aunt Bekah says it becausehe can’t play well with others.”

Caroline chuckled warmly. “Yeah, hestruggles with that.”

“And I found an old sketchbook on Fridayand I think he was drawing you when you were friends,” she said mildly, fixating a curious look on the adult.

Caroline heart thudded as she chucklednervously, trying to remain unaffected. “Really?”

“When I asked him about it, he just tookit away and I got in trouble for snooping,” Hope said exhaustively. “I was justlooking for paper.”

Caroline pressed her lips together andoffered her a modest smile, shrugging wordlessly.

“Well, don’t tell him I told you, butMom told me that he had a huge crush on you a long time ago,” Hope continuedon, taking in her reaction closely.

Caroline’s widened and she blinked. Shedidn’t know whether to burst out laughing or cover her face in embarrassment.If only Hope knew the whole story.

“Oh?” she said lightly.

“Yeah,” the girl shrugged. “Mom stillthinks he does, but you can’t tell him that I told you!”

Caroline had to laugh at that, filingaway that thought for a later minor freak out moment. “I won’t. What broughtthis on?”

Hope’s expression turned wistful and shelooked down at her hands before shrugging again. “I don’t know. He seemslonely, and I want him to be happy.”

Caroline’s heart ached and she bit herlip, softening at her kind heart. “He’s not lonely, Hope. He has you.”

Hope looked up, giving her anunimpressed look.

“I know it seems like he is, but I sawhim when he was lonely,” Caroline explained. “And he’s nowhere near thatanymore. He’s happier.”

Hope brightened at that before hoppingoff her chair and reaching over to give the blonde a hug.

“Thanks Ms. Forbes.”

“Call me Caroline whenever we’re havingone of these talks,” Caroline laughed, pushing a piece of hair behind thegirl’s ear.

“Okay, Caroline,” Hope repeated, beamingat her.

She went over to the office door toleave and turned around. “Caroline? Can I ask you something personal?”

Caroline looked at her warily butnodded. “Always.”

“Are you lonely?”

She swallowed, that question hitting herharder than she expected.

Yeah, it had been a while since she lastdated. After she and Stefan broke up after he became human, and then he diedmonths later, Caroline threw herself into the school and getting it up andrunning. Why bother looking when she literally had forever to date?

Dating was last thing on her mind over thepast two years, but the arrival of Klaus had her contemplating it more and moreeach day. But, he didn’t have to know that quite yet.

“Sometimes,” she confessed quietly. “Butthen I have my girls and that makes me happy.”

Hope nodded understandably and wavedbefore leaving. Caroline blew out a sigh, her eyes falling onto the shiny applethat Klaus gifted her. She picked it up, running her fingers over the smoothskin before taking a bite.

She rolled her eyes.

Of course he’d send her her favoritetype of apple.

Damn his extra ass.

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She should have seen it coming after hertalk with Hope.

Once again, she was sitting in her officeand answering one of Klaus’ daily emails about field trips. He was constantlyoffering to be a chaperone, specifically whenever there was an overnight trip.He claimed it was because he didn’t want Hope to go on overnight distant tripswithout him and didn’t trust his minions to keep her safe. However, his rusewas founded out when he offered to room with Caroline to cut costs. It didn’thelp his cause when he suggested they share a bed in case the heat went out andthey would have to snuggle for warmth.

Subtle, Klaus was not.

Needless to say, he was on the bottom ofthe totem pole on the chaperone lists, and Klaus had been flirting with herthrough emails ever since.

She rolled her eyes at his other“helpful” suggestion email about curriculums, citing a need for a parentteacher conference about end of the year testing questions.

With a smirk, she began to type her usualparent response.

Mr. Mikaelson,

Thank you for yoursuggestion. Your ideas are very important to us at the School of the Young andGifted and we will take your needs into consideration.

Have a magical day,

Caroline Forbes

She pushed “send” and went back to the booksin front of her, gathering up the prints for the new gymnasium wing she wantedto add on. It wasn’t three minutes later, her email dinged with a response fromKlaus.

Dearest Caroline,

I look forward to my needsbeing taken care of by you.

Yours,

Klaus

Caroline snorted and shook her head,fighting down a smile.

Over the past couple of month, theemails between her and Klaus started to take on a different tone. He would send something that would come offsuggestive, making her blush and then she’d send him something even more suggestive or flirty.

The first time she wrote back something,he was so shocked that he didn’t answer for two hours.

The response he ended up sending had hersweating and squirming in her chair for two hours.

She went to respond, but jumped when sheheard a big boom outside her door. Her heart jumped in her throat and panicfilled her veins as she rushed out the door and down the hall to the library towhere a crowd of people were standing around the entry.

She pushed past the students to see herdaughters and Hope staring at a collapsed wall with smoke wafting off it. Theleft wing of the library was reduced to rubble, ash and flames being put out byone of the older students who were eyeing the girls disapprovingly.

“Girls, what happened? Are you okay?”she asked, quickly checking over them to make sure they weren’t hurt.

All three of the girls gave her asheepish look, Hope biting her lip as she ran a hand through her red hair.Caroline tilted her head before turning around and ordered the rest of thestudents out of the room, leaving her with just Hope and the twins.

“It was my fault Ms. Forbes,” sheadmitted. “Josie was trying to get a book from the top shelf and none of uscould reach it.”

“And I couldn’t find a stool,” Lizziechimed in.

“And Auntie Freya taught me a movementspell the other day and I thought I could use it,” Hope cringed, looking overat the smoking collapsed shelves and collectables from the Armory. “So, Itried-”

“It’s exploded!” Josie nearly shouted.“Mommy, it was so cool.”

Caroline gave her daughter a severe lookand she shrank back, shrugging. “At least Lizzie thought it was.”

“I did not!” Lizzie fought back.

“You did too!”

“Girls, quiet,” Caroline interrupted,shooting the arguing twins a glare.

“I’m really sorry Ms. Forbes,” Hopeapologized, looking at her feet glumly. “I know we aren’t supposed to use magicinside the library, but I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

Caroline sighed, taking a look at thedamage. They were going to have to completely replace that whole section and itwould take a major dip out of the building fund that she kept for emergencyremodeling (it was frequently used with all the teen witch and warlocks hangingaround).

“Hope, I’m going to have to tell yourparents about this,” she said finally, trying to be firm. “Not only because youexploded half the library, but because you and the girls could have been hurt.”

Hope’s shoulders drooped and she casther eyes on the hardwood floor. “I know.”

“I think you three should probably go toyour rooms for the rest of the day,” Caroline suggested. “No free time tonight.I need to go call Hope’s parents.”

“But Mommy!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

The twins immediately protested untilHope nudgedthem sharply with her elbow.

“That seems fair,” Hope shrugged. “Ithink Daddy was coming for a visit today anyways, so you don’t have to call mymom.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow at Hope’squick acceptance of the punishment, catching a small smile on the girl’s facebefore she grabbed the twins’ hands and all but dragged them out of the room. Aflash of silver caught the light and Caroline’s confusion increased when shenoted the magic suppressing bracelet that Hope wore when she wasn’t in class.

That’s weird. Hope couldn’t do magicwith that bracelet on her.

Caroline’s forehead as she surveyed themess on the ground. There wasn’t any books on the top shelf, nor anything thatLizzie would have wanted. It had a few enchanted objects and hunter item ontop, nothing that a siphoner or witch needed. A movement spell wouldn’t havecaused an explosion either, probably just a toppled over bookcase.

Did they do it on purpose?

She pursed her lips together, puttingher hands on her hips as she tried to think of a reason why the twins and Hopewould want to blow up the library.

“Hello, love.”

A pleasant, familiar British accent camefrom behind her and she spun around, breath catching as she found Klausstanding in the room behind her.

“Klaus.”

He looked annoying hot with a loose grayhenley and black jeans, his signature necklaces procured around his neck. Hishair was styled messily, and a smug smirk plastered on his face. Caroline triedto ignore how her pulse seemed to race in his presence, and just crossed herarms over her chest.

He walked forward, raising his eyebrowsat the damage on the floor. “So, if I write a check to make this incidentdisappear, can we call it the Klaus Mikaelson Library?”

There were giggles heard from thedoorway, with a redhead, brunette, and blonde heads of hair poking out.Caroline rolled her eyes, letting out a groan.

Of course.

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“Did you seriously have your daughterblow up the library to meet with me? ” Caroline asked, glaring at the hybridsitting across from her in her office.

Klaus gave her an incredulous look. “Idid not.”

She studied him and he stared back, hisinnocent gaze unflinching.

“How did you know Hope blew it up?”

Klaus sighed, leaning back in his chair.“She did the same thing last week when she got angry at Elijah for taking away herbook at the dinner table. It’s a spell that isn’t contained by the bracelet.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “Is sheokay?”

Klaus flippantly waved a hand. “She’sfine. It’s a rather devious spell that I would be proud of if she didn’t use itto act out.”

She nodded, filing that piece ofinformation away. “So she blew up the library because-?”

Klaus shrugged, fixing her with hissearing blue eyed gaze. “Your guess is as good as mine, love. She was fine thisweekend. The girls looked rather happy when they reunited Sunday evening.”

Caroline chewed on her lip thoughtfully,scanning her brain for any clue as to why Hope would act out. Klaus’ eyesdrifted to lips briefly before focusing back on her, a fond expressionspreading across his face as he smiled slightly at her.

She was hit with a realization and letout a groan. “I know why.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, folding hishands over his stomach as he settled back comfortably in his chair.

“Do tell, love.”

She rolled her eyes at the pet name, butshe felt a frisson of pleasure in the pit of her stomach.

“Hope came into my office when she cameback from visiting the Compound Monday morning. She was asking…questions,”she started lightly, shifting uncomfortably.

Klaus’ face was the picture of pureinnocence. “Questions?”

“About…us,” she managed, face heatingat the way Klaus’ eyes light up.

“So, there’s an us?” he asked, leaningin smugly.

“Shut up,” she mumbled. “Apparently shefound an old sketch book of yours from Mystic Falls with my face in it and shestarted asking about our relationship and everything.”

Now it was Klaus’ turn to blush, thehybrid clearing his throat awkwardly. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Apparently, they think we’re botha little lonely,” Caroline sighed. “I bet her and the girls came up with ascheme for the next time you were going to visit.”

The corner of Klaus’ lip quirked up inamusement. “That’s my girl.”

“Klaus!” Caroline chastised. “They blewup my library.”

He pressed his lips together to suppresshis amusement, but his eyes sparkled with humor. Caroline tried to glare athim, but the ridiculousness of the situation made a giggle fall out of herlips. Laughter filled the room, and she caught Klaus’ eye, the look in themmaking her stomach flip in circles.

“Oh my God,” Caroline groaned,shaking her head with a smile. “I don’t know why I’m even surprised. Josiemay not be biologically mine, but she’s just as cunning as I was in elementaryschool. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was her idea.”

“Hope’s just as devious as Iam,” Klaus chimed in.

“And Lizzie specializes inexplosions and setting things on fire,” Caroline finished. “They makequite a group.”

“They do,” Klaus said fondly,a small smile on his lips.

There was a knock on the door and itopened, Josie poking her head in. “Mommy, can I come in?”

Klaus and Caroline exchanged interestedlooks before turning back to the girl. “Sure, honey.”

The little brunette scooted into theroom, stopping dead when she saw Klaus sitting in the chair in front of thedesk. Her cheek’s tinged pink and she gave him a shy look. Caroline bit her lipto hold back a giggle.

While Lizzie was partial to Freya, Josieliked Klaus the most. She didn’t know what it was about him, but the two ofthem got along incredibly well.

“Hi Mr. Klaus,” she saidshyly, shooting him a smile.

“Hello Josie,” he saidpolitely, giving her a dimpled grin. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she answered,reaching over and wrapping an arm around his and gave him a quick side hug.

Caroline’s brows lifted in surprise,unable to stop the small smile that spread across her face at the scene. SeeingKlaus with her daughters was one of the strangest things, but now it wasturning out to be one of her favorite visuals.

“I was coming in to ask Mommy aquestion, but I think you can help answer it too,” Josie said seriously,looking directly at Klaus.

He winked at Caroline as he turned hisattention to the twin and she rolled her eyes, cursing the way her breathhitched at his smooth motion.

“What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to ask if Hope couldspend the night with us in the dorm this weekend,” the girl began.“She likes going home, but we miss her on the weekends and we wanted tohave a sleep over.”

Klaus gave Caroline a quick look, athoughtfully devious looking smile spreading across his face. Caroline narrowedher eyes at him, knowing that calculating look all too well.

“I think that’s is a fabulous ideaJosie,” Klaus responded, leaning down to in his chair to where he andJosie were eye level. “Actually, your mother and I had a betteridea.”

“We did?” Carolineinterrupted, arching her eyebrow.

“Of course, love,” he answeredpleasantly, Josie giggling at the endearment “How would you and Lizzielike to come over for a sleepover with Hope this weekend in the Compound?”

“Klaus-”

“Your mother and I have lots todiscuss about the school on Friday night, and it might bleed into Saturdaymorning,” Klaus continued and Caroline nearly choked at the innuendo inhis invitation. “So, she’ll be there to help chaperone. Sound good?”

Josie nodded enthusiastically. “Canwe Mommy?”

“Yes, love. Can we?” Klausasked smugly, looking over at Caroline’s gob smacked face.

She pursed her lips together at Klaus’glaring at his amused expression. Josie watched hopefully, her big brown eyespleading. Suddenly, an idea struck her and she sent Klaus a smirk.

“Sounds great,” she saidbrightly. “But I have a concern.”

“Oh?” Klaus quirked a brow.

“I think our meeting may last allthe way to Sunday night,” she said casually, enjoying the way Klaus’ eyesbugged out at that. “I guess we should all pack for the weekend.”

Josie whooped loudly, quickly huggingKlaus and then her mom before rushing out and calling a thank you behind her.Klaus set his dark gaze on Caroline as she innocently tapped a few keys on hercomputer to check her email.

“Love.”

She ignored him, chewing studiously onher lip as she continued to read her latest email.

“Caroline.”

“Mmm yes?”

“Are you serious?” he askedhonestly.

She gave him a innocently confused look.“You did say you were looking forward to your needs being taken care of.I’m just letting you know that it not a one meeting process.”

Klaus’ eyes darkened even more and headvanced over the desk to where he was looming over her, his scent making hershiver in anticipation.

“I wasn’t talking about theschool,” he murmured, pushing a hair back behind her ear.

She peered at him through her lashes,biting her lip. “Neither was I.”

Klaus grumbled in approval, pressing akiss to her temple. A stroke of heat flooded her body and she had to bite backa sigh at the simple, electric inducing gesture. “How many meetings areyou thinking for meeting our…needs?”

Caroline shrugged, winking at him slyly.“I’m thinking however long it takes.”

Klaus’ answering smile sucked all thebreath out of her. “It’s a deal.”

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The Rhyme

“Hey Sis.” Sarah waves at her sister as she walks in the door, halfheartedly dropping her bag on the ground near the door. Sarah purses her lips, worried about Aurey’s odd behavior but unsure how to approach it. Jordan walks up, noticing that Sarah’s staring at something.

“Sarah? What are you stari-… oh….” she frowns as she notices the girl dejectedly walking to her room. “Hey, Aurey, mind coming here?”

Aurey keeps walking, silent, hands in the pockets of her new jacket… which looks rather battered.

“… Aurey. Who. Hurt. You.” Sarah growls, standing up from the desk she was sitting at.

“No one… I tripped a few times today. nothing happened, r- really.” Her voice cracks at the end of her sentence, but before anyone can question it, she’s pushed the door closed.

“…. Why do I feel like there’s more to this than she’s saying?” Sarah’s voice is rather strained, showing her effort to keep calm.

“Sarah, you need to calm down.”

“Calm down!? I am calm! I am NOT mad and I’m NOT ANGRY!” She growls, and Jordan raises an eyebrow at her. She puts her hand on Sarah’s, pushing it down from it’s raised position as if she was ready for a fight.

“You are not calm. Far from it. You look like you’re gonna punch someone. Which will probably be the case in the end.” The green soul sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Well I’m sorry I’m worried about my little sister! Mom’s still riding the rivers and Dad’s who KNOWS where! I gotta take care of her!” She sounds bitter about this.

“Sarah you know your m-”

“She’s not sane I know I know okay?! I just-” She shakes her head. “That’s not important.”

“You should talk to Aurey....”

“Yeah yeah, I know!” She sighs, pacing a bit, then walks towards Aurey’s room, pushing the door open. 

Aurey’s curled up on her bed, back facing the door, her jacket still on. 

“Aurey....? You okay there....?”

“Go away.” Her words are muffled by something, and Sarah notices that she’s hugging a pillow. 

“Aw come on, Sis....” She sits on the bed, gently tugging at Aurey’s jacket. “You didn’t even take off your jacket.”

“I- I.... I’m cold, okay?” Her voice cracks, and she shrinks down in her coat.

Sarah looks worried. “Aurey.... You know you can talk to me.....” 

“.... You’ll be mad though.” She’s barely audible.

“And if someone hurt you it’s justified.”

“.... y- y- you’re.... scary when you’re angry.” She shrinks down in her coat further. 

“.....” She purses her lips. “Sis.... please....” 

“....” She sighs, sitting up and pulling her jacket off. She looks like she was beat up.

“.... Who.”

“S- some... s- some of the older kids at school. T- they.... they called m- me names, too....” 

Sarah nods, hugging Aurey before walking out of the room, and making a few phone calls.

The next day....

The school bell rings, signifying the end of the day, and just as it rings, a car drives up, four figures getting out of the car. They nod at each other, before splitting up to find some people. 

Toriel, Sans, Gaster, and Sarah had come to an agreement. Tori would get Aurey and bring her to her house, and Sans, Gaster, and Sarah would deal the retribution to the kids. 

“Ah! My child!” Toriel waves as Aurey walks out, looking around nervously before spotting the goat monster.

“Tori!” She runs over, grinning. “Why are you...?”

“I was wondering if you would like to come over for some pie, my child.” She smiles kindly at the girl, and Aurey nods.

“Yeah!” 

“Then come along, my child.” She gently takes Aurey’s hand, and the two walk away. 

Meanwhile, as three older kids walk out, figures grab them and the 6 disappear, reappearing in an alley near the school. 

Gaster grins at the kids in front of him, having reverted back to his goop form for maximum creepiness. 

“W- w- w- who are you?! I- I’ll fight you!” One kid brings his balled up hands close to himself, getting low to the ground, but a hand with a hole in it just grabs him off the ground by the back of his shirt.

“✋❄ 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ 💣✌❄❄☜☼ ☟⚐🕈 ☝⚐⚐👎 ⚐☞ ✌ ☞✋☝☟❄☜☼ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜📬”  [IT WILL NOT MATTER HOW GOOD OF A FIGHTER YOU ARE.] “✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ ☹✌💧❄ ✌☝✌✋☠💧❄ 💣☜📬” [YOU WILL NOT LAST AGAINST ME.]

He throws the kid against the wall, and blue magic grabs his and his buddies’ souls, but it’s not from Gaster. There’s a flare of blue light in the shadows. 

“you made a big mistake messing with the kid.” 

“W- why do you care?! S- she’s just a- a freak! J- just like the rest of her family!”

He gets a fist dangerously close to his face for that. Sarah growls. “Say that to my face. I. Fucking. Dare. You.”

“W- who are you p- people!?” One of the others peeps up. 

“🕆💧✍ 🕈☟✡📪 🕈☜🕯☼☜ ✡⚐🕆☼ 👌☜💧❄ ☠✋☝☟❄💣✌☼☜📬” [US? WHY, WE'RE YOUR BEST NIGHTMARE.]

“don’t ya know the new saying?” Sans scowls, coming out of the shadows.

“Sticks and stones...”

“💣✌✡ 👌☼☜✌😐 ✡⚐🕆☼ 👌⚐☠☜💧📬📬📬” [MAY BREAK YOUR BONES...]

“but words are like knives...”

Sarah smirks. “And often leave scars. So, why not give retribution for your crimes?” She shrugs, a knife in her hand. “I mean, it’s only fair. You hurt Aurey, we hurt you.... Or.... we could always just.... tell the PTA.” She smirks.

“Nonononono!” The three kids look horrified. “O- our parents are in t- the PTA!”

“exactly, kiddos. we tell the pta, you get in trouble and learn your lesson.”

“We’re sorry! Please don’t tell and please don’t hurt us!” 

“Hm.... Okay fine. Drop ‘em, Legendary Fartmaster.” She snickers at the nickname, and Sans drops the three, who scramble to their feet and run off. 

“✌☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 💧🕆☼☜ ❄☟✌❄ 🕈✌💧 🕈✋💧☜📪 💧✌☼✌☟✍” [ARE YOU SURE THAT WAS WISE, SARAH?]

“Eh, should be fine. Thanks guys. Sans, give Tori the all clear, okay?” 

Sans nods, and the three part ways. 

“Sticks and stones was, the rhyme that they taught us, to fight off our monsters, to help numb the darkness, but what they forgot was, is you don’t need to break my bones, for you to break me....” Sarah sings under her breath, grinning almost mockingly. But not at anyone around her. She was mocking herself. 

After all, it was just a rhyme.

[jugs-and]

2016 through music.

I wouldn’t say that music has become less of a thing for me in 2016. Music is great, it’s how I’ve met a lot of people, but I feel I hit a lot more musical dead-ends than previous years. There was this point--multiple points--where I couldn’t really figure what music I liked. It was different from previous years, as I spent more time in search of new music, than having a lot of playlisted albums to listen to. 

Music did not necessarily feel less important to me, it merely was not quite the marker for passage of time as well as previous years. As a consequence, my music tastes were a bit all over the place: I feel I began the year listening to a lot of UK hardstyle and  grime, then I went through a period with very dark, industrial techno, gabber beats--not related to any life event, it was just what I enjoyed at the time. Beyond that, I dabbled in some folk and country towards the end of the year, with some rap/gospel-- a la Chance the Rapper, A Tribe Called Quest both releasing excellent albums. This year ended with a lot of musicals and show-tunes to finish it off.

January - Of all the celebrity deaths this year, nothing topped David Bowie for me on the 10th of January. I actually was listening to “Blackstar” on Spotify the days leading up to his death, after hearing to the title track premiere on BBC Radio in December. I make it sound like a competition, but no other death even came close in 2016. The thing about Bowie was how timeless his music was in its ability to be “pop” and just something off-the-wall completely. It was always so recognizably “Bowie” but never quite tame or relaxed, his music always seemed tense as if in some sort of dichotomy. So long, Starman.

Honestly, the only person that I would be more upset about is if Brian Eno died.

 Lazarus - David Bowie

February - From the sunny glory of January, I got into the groove of a lot of UK hardcore and classic happy hardcore. 

It was really warm this month. I remember trying to build my PC, and walking to R-’s house to borrow his battery pack. That same weekend, I was browsing the hardcore section at Real Groovy. I remember this story specifically because I told this story for Rd- at work. A 30yo.+ guy started chatting to me recommending <those> hardcore mixes--the ones with the salacious covers with cartoon fake tits with suspicious names like DJ Candylicious. I swear I didn’t know this guy.

The gateway into this genre was a RobDaBank mix I was listening to on Spotify, there was an Elf Kid track. I loved the flow and sense of genuine fun, I want to note that I liked it before it became super cool. I can literally trace it back to that one track which made me pull out old Dizzee Rascal, Wiley, Basement Jaxx, Skepta, DJ EZ albums, and ultimately into UK hardcore.

Golden Boy - Elf Kid

March - Early March when I went to see Sufjan Stevens. I went by myself because I bought my tickets incredibly late, it was amazing. The set was the material that dreams are made of, my dreams specifically.

He played through most of his new album with bombast and sincerity. There was a certain restraint to his set considering the content concerning the death of his mother. His encore set was a sparse affair with a three man band armed with mandolin, trumpet and double bass--tracks from Seven Swans, Michigan, Illinoise e.t.c.

I cried a little when Chicago played.

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

April - April was uneventful, I don’t remember very much specifically about these days. I know I actually completed Fallout 4, the first video game in years that I’ve committed time to actually complete. It wasn’t even that great of a game, I generally don’t have the patience or the time to commit to something like that. I tried to replicate this with The Witcher 3--multiple times in 2016, but I have not found success so far.

The Irish flatmate had just moved in and he made it clear that I lacked a certain finesse around preparing potatoes. He set down his phone, he often walked around the flat with music blaring from his phone as if to announce his entrance.

Baz Luhrmann - Wear Sunscreen (Mau Kilauea’s Tropical Remix)

May - A lot of late nights at work. I don’t even remember what I was working on that was so important to warrant late nights. I’m trying to be a lot better with leaving work if I don’t need to do it till the next day. The late nights, I listened to a lot of mixes, and Traumprinz’s RA mix really stood out to me as well as his Giegling mix. There wa s a lot of distractedness digging through his discogs and finding his EPs.

There Will Be XTC is my favourite track that I’ve heard this year. The drum loop is so simple and emotive, the whole track is just so heavy.

Traumprinz - There Will Be XTC

June - While I did say Bowie’s death was incredibly upsetting, I feel the death of Christina Grimmie was probably the most devastating death this year. I don’t think she is quite a celebrity, outside of youtube I don’t think she was particularly well known. The nature of her death was just devastating, and so completely bizarre that it really bothered me for days. The whole fragility and unpredictability of human life still really bothers me.

I remember going to work on Monday after following the news stories, and just completely numb. I don’t really follow her music much at all, she was a relic of a time past. The month just went by quickly marking the halfway point in the year, I worked on some pretty good projects.

Just a Dream - Christina Grimmie and Sam Tsui 

July - Family holiday in New York, we were all walking on the boardwalk at Coney Island and this was playing. It’s all a bit nostalgic, though I’d never been there before in my life. I’d seen the landscapes and the pier that reaches out into the water in so many movies.

The “Cyclone” ride was all the more exhilarating because I feared for my life and safety on that rickety timber framing, than any intended thrills. It was an excellent ride though, there is a certain art to it all.  

Kent Jones - Don’t Mind

August - A close friend got married this month in Devonport.

It was an awesome wedding, it made me really hopeful. The wedding was basically crowd-sourced, and put together for nothing. The entire thing was  fueled by the generous giving of the church I attend. In fact, the wedding date was only decided two weeks before because the church hall they were interested in had an opening.

I woke up early the morning of the wedding, and caught the sunrise from the North Head. The ferry I wanted to catch, I actually missed, and I sat in McDonalds, I bought two Egg and Bacon McMuffins. My headphones had Azealia Banks playing and I remember wearing my Sunday best while clambering up the grassy bank, trying not to mess up any of my clothes.

But oh my gosh, I love this track. It’s so braggadocio and so unashamedly AB.

Azealia Banks - Big Big Beat

September - I did my second Tongariro Crossing. A lot has changed since I did it last--dare I say, it’s a lot easier now, a lot of stairs instead of clambering up half-formed tracks. It was starkly empty compared to the summertime I completed last time. We hired crampons and ice-axes and climbed up Mount Doom. It was a great time, though the weather for long periods of time made it seem unlikely.  

In the car ride down, I sat with Colin. I fell asleep in the front seat, and did that thing where you jerk awake. I also assumed someone’s name wrong because he was Spanish and another guy in our group was Spanish, and they both looked the same. There were a lot of other episodes, including driving down a country road in pitch darkness for fun, and Lady Gaga was playing on the radio inbetween Te Kuiti and the backpackers.

Lady Gaga - Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) 

October - I ran a half-marathon this month, it was a week after my birthday. My training up to the marathon was a bit stunted with an injury two weeks before the run cutting my plans to a half. The entire run, I was listening to hardstyle, which I hastily downloaded beforehand. There was a Kutski mix from a Dublin show--I was mostly too tired to concentrate on it too much, I remember having to constantly increase the volume higher and higher to keep it having any relevance to my motivation.

Donald Trump won the US Presidential Elections as well this month. I’m probably more upset about it now, than I was on the day itself. His cabinet picks are <incredibly> establishment. It’s all rather disappointing, I just look forward to the resounding loss that the Republican are going to receive next election.

The second Presidential Candidate debate based within a town hall meeting, some writers suggested Donald Trump’s performance was akin to the single mom was summoned to the Harper Valley PTA. Donald Trump was the mirror that highlighted the imperfections of the Republican Party and I’m not sure if I agree. It’s a bit of a desperate comparison, but that Loretta Lynn album is great. 

Loretta Lynn - Harper Valley PTA

November - I went to a Nina Kraviz show. I followed a lot of artists on her Trip label and adored her sets on the BBC Radio Residencies. I actually missed out on tickets initially, I don’t keep up with local music gigs. I don’t keep up because I find Auckland, in general, to be very thin on culture per capita. I did end up snagging some at the last minute off facebook, someone was offering tickets and I messaged him within a minute.

It was great, I loooooove techno a lot. It’s dark, it’s cerebral, it’s spiritual--I just lose myself in it. I missed the set by Bjarki which I am slightly peeved about because I slept from 11pm - 1am because I’m not a weirdo who parties all night. I’m the weirdo on the dancefloor just in another world--actually, I guess there are quite a few of those but on ecstasy.

Ghetto Kraviz - Nina Kraviz (Regal Sad Remix)

The days seemed to be going by so slowly at work. Christmas felt all so close and yet so far away. Desperately slowly. I occupied my days with headphones at work, keeping a low profile and listening to Hamilton. There were days where I would listen to the soundtrack three times to mark the passage of time. When the third listen finished, it was time to go home. Wait For It really stood out on first listen, but Satisfied is the best track for sure, and there are so many good tracks in there. The whole track is just reminiscent of sitting at the office, which is an unfortunate thing. 

Wait for It - Lin Manuel Miranda

December - The last month before the new year. Contrasting the previous month, this seemed to all pass so quickly. Especially that last week, the entire office was rushing projects one after the other for three important client meetings.

At the end of year party, I think I was a bit intoxicated. I hadn’t eaten anything and drank two beer and left pretty early, forgetting my Secret Santa gift and my plane itineraries. I’m back in Wellington for Christmas, my brother is here as well. I’m kind of sick at the moment--I just started sneezing on Sunday, hay fever on Boxing Day, and it just never stopped with the running nose and sore throat.

The first day I felt maybe over 50%, we drove up to the Tararuas yesterday, and just jammed Eminem and twenty one pilots--all the greatest road trip music. I do like this twenty one pilots track a lot--though, I am extremely unlikely to watch Suicide Squad ever.

Heathens - twenty one pilots

Wow. That was long. Hi. 

tl;dr - playlist. 

[megairishrose]

Recruited chapter 40: Charity Event

Should Amelia have been surprised she was chosen for the charity event? Yes, given her unfortunate ties to the mob and her distaste to be an upper class lady. Had Blue been scoping her out since her night with Dom, how she had danced her way to getting his phone and all the information? Of course, that night she had a partner…

If Killian Jones was going to be her date, she was done with Bow and Arrow. But she had a feeling he wasn't going to be. Blue had a habit of breaking up family members and couples during trainings. Amelia had never had a workshop with Graham.

Nova brought over a dress in a large box a few days before the event. Amelia suddenly felt very fancy. The dress was beautiful, deep purple with small rhinestones. It went down to her ankles, she did wish it was shorter, but she wasn't calling the shots with this mission.

Blue was completely in control, she always seemed to be. Amelia was not a fan of taking orders. But Blue did have good taste, Amelia had to give her that much. She twisted in front of the mirror a few times, just to see the whole picture.

Amelia walked into the living room. "So, how do I look?" She asked Graham. He was planning on spending a quiet evening alone, with his video games.

"Wow, you look amazing. I wonder who you are getting paired with." He stood up and took her hand, twirled her around.

Right, Amelia had no idea which poor soul was going to be partnered with her. "I hope it's not Jones, he annoys me."

"Doubtful, I think the office is pairing us with people we don't have history with." Graham told her.

"Watch its Cassidy. I swear, Blue is trying to hook us up. You saw how she paired us up and I fell into his arms…

"That was a trust fall exercise. And it seemed to have worked."

"Just watch, Bow and Arrow more than a spy organization, they are also a matchmaking company." Amelia huffed.

Graham had to laugh. "They are not interested in your romantic life. Now turn around, let me put this necklace on you…" He held diamond necklace.

"Graham, where did you get that? Did you steal it?" Amelia sounded horrified. They were out of that line of work.

"No, Blue sent it over with the dress and the shoes. She really wants you to look the part." Graham closed the clasp and turned her around. Amelia really did look the part: beautiful, rich and proper. But he knew better, she was capable and dangerous.

"Thanks, what would I do without you?"

He paused to think. "Go off the deep end and make stupid choices." Graham answered honestly.

Amelia looked at him annoyed. "That was a rhetorical question; you weren't supposed to answer it."

Graham opened his mouth to say something but a knock at the door stopped him. He went to open it and Amelia held her breath. Please be David, or even Jefferson.

On the other side of the door stood Neal Cassidy.

"Hey," He greeted Graham then saw Amelia. "Wow, you look amazing… You ready to do this?"

Amelia nodded. While Neal did clean up well in his tux, it didn't stop her from sending Graham an 'I told you' look.

Her brother just rolled his eyes. "Get out of here, the two of you. Go to your mission, party, whatever Blue is calling this. Amelia, don't do anything stupid."

"Since when have I done anything stupid?" Amelia asked halfway out the door.

"As often as you breathe. You two got your mics hidden?" Amelia pointed to her ear, her hair would cover the tiny device. Neal's was camouflaged thanks to Sidney. "Cassidy, have her back." Graham told Neal after he gave Amelia a kiss on the cheek. He watched them walk down the stairs.

Yes, he had told Amelia he was going to play video games all night, but that was a lie. Ruby had informed him that she had hacked into Bow and Arrow's command room. Now any of the members could remotely access it from anywhere. And Bow and Arrow had hacked into the security cameras at the charity event. He was going to watch Amelia's every move.

What could he say? Graham Hunter was an overprotected older brother.

It was held at a large house or small mansion, however one wanted to look at it. Amelia had to force herself not to stare. She was shockingly grateful for Neal's grip on her hand. Why did fancy things turn her into a little girl longing to be a princess?

"You got your story straight?" Neal asked. They had gone over the notes cards in the car. He was Flynn Wilson, brain surgeon at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center in Los Angeles. She was Rebecca Wilson, his wife, mother of his two children and president of the PTA at their children's school.

"Wish I had a job." That was the least of her concerns about their cover stories.

"You do have a job, it's the most important one, taking care of our children." Neal said, handing their invite to the woman behind the desk.

"We don't have children." She whispered back, looking around. There was security everywhere, both in uniform and not. Amelia quickly counted at least twenty. And there were security cameras pointed in every direction. Cora Mills certainly did not take chances. That or she had something to hide.

"Speaking of kids, Henry has a field trip to the Bronx Zoo and they need chaperones." Came a voice in Amelia's ear.

Thankfully she and Neal were in the back corner of the coat closet. "Who is the hell is in my ear?"

"It's Emma, sorry for scaring you. I have names of everyone at the event. You can start up a conversation with anyone."

"Thanks Emma. And yes, I'll go with the class to the zoo." Neal answered.

"Thank you so much. Now Neal put on your glasses so I can see what you are seeing." Emma told him. He pulled a pair of glasses from his jacket pocket and pushed them onto his face. "Amelia, you look so pretty. Okay, go mingle and let the mission begin."

They exited the coat closet and entered the giant ballroom. Women in fancy dresses, men in sharp suits. Was there a fairy tale convention in town and they didn't get the memo?

"Wow, the head of every major hospital in the country is here. Cora must really have connections. Or talks very highly of her work." Emma said quietly.

"Who do you want to start talking to first?" Neal asked Amelia.

She looked around the room, there were a lot of stuffy old doctors who looked like they still used leeches. Amelia had to grin. She liked these kinds of missions, out among the people, lying a little bit to get what she needed. Though she would rather do them alone, she found she didn't mind Neal. "That one over there, the conversation he is having is boring him half to death."

Amelia and Neal spent the first hour talking to random doctors. Emma kept whispering names and hospitals into their ears. Fake laughs, fake smiles, fake stories, and the doctors believed every word of it.

Finally, about two hours after they arrived, Cora Mills stowed up. She stood tall on the top step, surveying her guests. Like a queen overlooking her domain. "So sorry to keep you all waiting, there was a breakthrough in the lab. And thanks to your generous contributions, there will be more breakthroughs in the name of science. As you all know, this case is very close to my heart. I lost my father and mother to cancer and now for the past ten years, I have made it my life's mission to rid the world of every form of this terrible disease. Thank you all, I lift my glass to you…" She held a glass and waited as servers brought everyone in the room their own glass. They all raised it to Cora.

"Wait, what if everyone in this room is her newest batch of test subjects?" Neal grabbed Amelia's wrist.

Amelia paused and looked around the room. Poison worked fast and so far no one had fallen over. But they weren't going to take chances, they emptied their glasses into the nearest flower pot.

"I want to thank each of your personally, but being there are so many of you, I only hope I can do it. So please, eat drink, and enjoy yourselves and know that you are changing the world."

Face to face, that was good for Amelia and Neal. They needed answers about Cora and who better to ask but Cora herself.

"No, bad idea. No face to face contact with Cora. Find someone who she might be close to." Emma told them.

The music started up and the doctors felt the need to fill the dance floor. An older man came up to Amelia. "May I have this dance?"

Her eye brow shot up and she opened her mouth to refuse.

"Sorry, sir I already asked her for the first dance." Neal saved her and then held out his hand to her. "Shall we?"

Amelia nodded and allowed Neal to lead her to the dance floor. It was a completely different feeling than the last time she was in this kind of situation.

"Do you even want to dance with that guy?" Neal asked after he spun her and brought her back.

"Not a chance. So we have to avoid Cora all night and find someone else to talk to. That can't be that hard." Amelia said, throwing her arms over Neal's shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing the part. Brilliant doctor, beautiful wife, we have to fool everyone here. You going to play along?" A smile played on her lips. Yes, that was a challenge.

Neal paused, they were on the clock, they were partners. Could this be good; they were just pretending after all. He grinned back and dipped her. He looked down at her then his eyes lifted and saw someone he recognized.

He pulled Amelia back up. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked.

That was a sudden change in mood, it left Amelia confused. "Sure, white wine, I don't have a preference on what kind."

Neal nodded and began walking to the bar. But when he knew he was no longer in Amelia's sight, he left the room.

That was odd, something was off with Neal. Yes, because Amelia could now read him after the few hours they spent together. And she was going to need something stronger than wine.

She saw a second less crowded bar and walked over. Sitting on one of the stools was the same woman who had taken their invites. She staring at the drink in her hand.

"That's not going to drink itself you know." Amelia greeted the woman.

"I'm trying to remember how many of these I have had tonight. And wondering how many more before they cut me off." The woman mused.

"Who dragged you here?" Amelia looked around the room, was she the wife of some doctor?

"My job requires it. I used to be better, I used to be Cora's personal assistant. Then she just fired me…" Now the woman knocked back the drink in her hand.

Amelia couldn't help but be impressed. "What, did you get her coffee order wrong one morning?" Cora's former personal assistant, perfect.

"No, now I get coffee. I used to handle her meetings and phone calls, basically her entire life. Then I misplace one file, one file I tell you, and it's like she wants to rip my heart out."

"That's an overreaction on her part. People make mistakes." Amelia had never been this supportive before.

"What about you? Why are you here?" Where are my manners? I'm Zelena Baum." The woman held out her hand.

"Rebecca Wilson, my husband is a doctor. Honestly, this is the only time I get out. We have four kids at home." Amelia went with their cover story.

"Four munchkins, how have you not torn your hair out yet?" Zelena asked.

"I love them and wouldn't change anything about them." Amelia said.

"Well, I should stop drinking, who knows, I might spill company secrets." Zelena stood up, she only faltered slightly.

"Can't have that." Amelia told her and watched her walk away. "Emma, did you get all that?"

"I did, is Neal with you? He turned off his mic and took his glasses off." Emma sounded annoyed and worried.

"No, he went to get me a drink. I'll find him." Amelia said and walked across the room. In the doorway, she scanned the whole room, Neal was nowhere to be found. So she opened the heavy door and entered the hallway.

"Why are you here?" Neal was in a small room and as soon as the door opened, he asked his question. He knew his father had followed him.

Gold closed the door behind him. "Cora is an old friend; I might have donated some money to her cause."

"You mean the woman we are trying to take down because she is making zombies?"

"She is not making zombies, and if she were, she is ten to fifteen years away from reanimation." Gold explained.

"Ten to fifteen, that's comforting. If you are here, why are Amelia and I here? You clearly have an in to talk to Cora while Blue doesn't want us to make contact with her."

"Because Cora will not tell me everything."

"Can't imagine anyone being open and honest with you. You are barely open and honest with yourself." Neal felt the need to sit down. "Are you with her or us? Or are you playing the double agent?" Gold didn't answer right away. "Dad, you need to tell me, are you going to betray me, again?"

"No, I am with Bow and Arrow, I just have to keep up appearances with Cora. Make sure she does not suspect Blue and the missions we are doing on her. I am the distraction."

"Good, keep it that way. Now I have to get back to work. Hopefully Amelia found something good." Neal stood up and headed to the door.

Gold wanted to ask about Henry, his grandson. But maybe now wasn't the best time. He watched Neal leave the room.

Amelia turned down a hall and almost ran into Neal. "Where were you?"

"Turns out my father is a friend of Cora and the distraction. Did you find anything useful?" Neal asked.

"I hung out with Zelena Baum, Cora's former personal assistant. I think we, or someone can get more information out of her. Wait, what? Your father…?"

"Gold." She was the first person he told that to.

"Gold is your father?" Amelia wasn't sure she was hearing him right. But she pushed the rest of her questions out of her head for the time being. "He is here? Why are we here then?"

"I had the same question…"

"Guys," Emma's voice stopped Neal from talking more. "There's chatter that your invites were fake. Three security guards coming your way. I suggest hiding then running for it. There's a car outside. And Neal, if you ever go dark during a mission again, I'll make sure you stay that way. And when you get off later, we need to talk."

"Sorry Emma." Neal turned to Amelia. "Time for the real mission part." He grabbed her hand and ran down the hallway.

They tried four doors before the fifth one opened. They threw themselves inside and waited.

"What if they come in here?" Neal asked.

Amelia heard footsteps coming closer and instantly she knew what to do. "Kiss me."

"What?" He was completely baffled by her request.

"Now." Amelia grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him close. It certainly wasn't soft but Neal made it that way when he finally responded.

The door opened and Amelia raked her fingers through his hair and threw a leg around his waist.

"Sorry." Came a voice from the door and then it was shut.

Amelia took a step back and avoided Neal's eyes. "Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable." She informed him.

His eyes were wide and he gently touched his lips. Well, that was unexpected. Not unwelcomed, just unexpected.

She went to the door and slightly opened it. She saw two security guards go into the room across the hall. Amelia then looked to her left and saw a large stained glass window.

She turned back to Neal. "Do you trust me?" He nodded, still unable to really form words. "Then follow my lead." She quietly walked out of the room and grabbed a chair. She wedged it under the doorknob, trapping the guards inside.

Neal was next to her and she tilted her head to the window. He understood instantly. "Go big or go home." He sighed and took her hand.

They went running to the window and it broke on impact. Glass surrounded them on the way down and they landed on a tent below.

Across the field, a car flashed its lights at them. That had to be their ride out of here. Neal slid off the tent and helped Amelia before shots were being fired at them.

"Emma, a little help would be nice!" Neal yelled.

"On it." And an alarm began to sound from the building. The fire alarm had been activated and now Amelia and Neal were not the only people outside. It was pure madness.

They made it to the car and fell into the back seat.

"So I'm guessing you two don't like staying under the radar?" August asked from the front seat.

"Just drive." Amelia said.

"Thank God you knew the tent was there, that was like a fifteen-foot drop, could have broken a bone…" Neal began to say then stopped. "You didn't know, did you?"

"Nope, that was luck. August, we need to get back to headquarter, I have a person of interest."