#wearing a sinful navy blue sweater

[vivalas-vega]

waking up to reality after not only having sebastian stan in my dream but him loving me is horrifying

[diremoone]

“how i wonder” | r. sukuna

it’s been ages since he’s celebrated any sort of birthday or holiday. but here he is, with the girl that’s best friends with his little brother, at her apartment with Chinese takeout and watching a Halloween movie on Christmas. and it’s nice, until the power goes out and he’s left with his own thoughts.

part one | part two | part three

w — modern! au, fluff, age gap, older man/younger woman, Sukuna is 36 & Reader is 22/23, slowburn, pining (on Sukuna’s end), Sukuna thinks too damn much in this one but he’s so intrigued by reader he can’t help it haha, celebrating Christmas solely to feel happy and not lonely (sorta; on both ends), this was originally named “snow sparrow” but then was unhappy with it lmao, and many other tags I may have forgotten lmao

[ divider credit @/inklore ]

A man as wealthy as him shouldn’t be seen outside of the fancy home and set of cars he owns. His bank account is big, too big to be standing in the elevator of a simple apartment complex. Although the place is nice, he thinks. It’s not older than him and dilapidated and run down like some awful things he’s seen, nor was it built fresh and fancy and made to be super expensive. It was simple, and a despite liking the finer things in life, he found the simplicity rather… nice for a change.

This was only half-scheduled: meeting you at your place for the holiday. You’d been with Yuuji for a final essay assignment before the school break. Nothing major, just helping him edit grammatical errors and fix his repetitive word usage. That was two weeks ago; two weeks have passed since you made an offhand comment about “two bored people being bored together” for the the holiday.

Sukuna would never deny he wouldn’t outright admit it either that his little brother living with him brought something great into his life: a woman that he enjoyed challenging him, bringing him a new sense of vigor for life beyond the seven sins he was accustomed to.

His hands seem to be sweaty, though he’d like to think it was because of the several bags of Chinese takeout in his large hand. His left? Probably from having his phone in his hand too much. Yeah, that sounded right. He has no reason to be nervous. Why should he be? No need to dwell on it any further.

He passes by only maybe four or five people on his way up to your apartment that’s on the top floor. The few people he does encounter don’t meet his gaze; instead either intimidated or dumbstruck by his monstrous height and imposing aura and can only make a quick glance at him, probably wondering what such a person like him, especially as big as him, was doing in such a simplistic, plain apartment complex.

Sukuna eyeballs the door numbers, even on the left and odd on the right. Yours is four doors down on the right, 407 if he remembers correctly.

No, he remembers perfectly. Why wouldn’t he?

Sukuna knocks twice and readjusts the bags of warm food in his other hand. He catches himself shifting his feet underneath him like a nervous schoolgirl and almost cusses at himself, had it not been for the tiny metallic click of a lock.

You seem surprised, bewildered slightly that he’s really standing in front of your apartment door. Like you hadn’t actually expected him to take you up on the half-joking offer of spending the holidays together as two “lonely people.” You’re essentially a deer in headlights.

But a beautiful deer in headlights.

He can smell the subtle scent of lavender from you, a smell he hadn’t expected, but was certainty… entranced by it, and with a hint of something fruity mixed in there as well. The soft, navy blue sweater leans slightly more off of your left shoulder, revealing the black bra strap underneath. The black leggings you’re wearing make images go through his head that he’s tried to keep in behind the doors of his office and bedroom. You don’t even have to wear makeup, even try in the slightest to look as beautiful as you do. You’re natural, and you’re not afraid of it. You’re already confident in your own skin, even at your younger age. And heavens, does he love it.

��I didn’t think you’d actually come.” Just like he thought. “But come on in. That’s smells good.”

Sukuna doesn’t get to see the cartoon cow slippers you’re wearing until he’s taking off his own shoes at your front door. His mouth quirks up in a small grin.

Adorable.

“Food can go on the table,” you say, gesturing to the low, long and flat coffee table in front of the couch. “I’ll get drinks. Sorry if you don’t like tea, but that’s all I got.”

“That’s fine.” His voice sounds almost foreign to himself as he stands in an unfamiliar place. But at the same time, he thinks it fits. Like he belongs here in this simplistic but nice apartment of yours, here with you having dinner and spending- You know what, he can stop thinking for a moment and focus on the present.

He’s in deep thought as he takes in the expanse and decor of your home further. It’s nice, definitely nicer than what he expected. His eyes take it all in, but finishes when his eyes land on the cute little Christmas tree tucked away in the corner beside the door to the patio, with tiny, glittery ornaments twinkling as the interwoven, multicolored lights shine against them.

God, you’re almost too cute.

But he couldn’t help but wonder for a small moment how you were faring expenses for this place, alongside groceries and going to school most of the time.

“You must manage your finances well to live here,” he hums.

“I’m not as dirt poor as I used to be, I’ll say that,” you reply. “But even then, being stingy will always be ingrained into my DNA.”

“Even if you have the world at your feet?”

You point to him with the index finger wrapped around your cup of tea, smiling. “Keyword: always~ World or not, the bare necessities are fine for me.”

He swallows down what your words do to him and tries to keep a straight face. He doesn’t like it, doesn’t like the way you inadvertently say you’ll always feel like you’ll never have anything to desire or genuinely want outside of pure necessity. Sukuna doesn’t like how natural it sounds, how uncaring you are towards wanting more than what you have now. He knew you were like this somewhat, but not to this extent. It makes him… a little angry.

So, now he knows the diamond necklace he bought you won’t be received like he wants it to be.

Guess I’ll have to save it for another time, he notes tactfully, watching you settle the food on the table and hop onto the couch and get comfortable.

The ambience of your home is a change of pace Sukuna didn’t know he needed. Until now.

He’s a giant, giant man, so he takes up most of the couch, even with it being relatively large in itself. You don’t seem to mind however, with the way your feet are barely a centimeter away from touching his leg.

“Any movie or show preferences?”

“Anything but Yellowstone.”

You snort. “What do you have against Yellowstone?”

“Dialogue’s too goddamn fake.”

You toss your head back and let out a boisterous laugh, giggling like a madwoman.

“So, the Powerpuff Girls then?”

“You’re not five.”

“Everyone has an inner child.”

Sukuna grumbles. “Just put it on fuckin’ Yellowstone.”

You throw your hands up in mock surrender, right hand only a few fingers lifted from holding the remote. “How about… Squid Game?”

“For a Christmas show? You’re weird as hell.”

“The Nightmare Before Christmas?”

Sukuna chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ll let you decide.”

The spooky movie is ultimately what you choose, and Sukuna finds it nothing short of amusing. He’s not fully interested in the movie, mostly interested in you and the quirkiness that made you choose such a movie on a day like this. His eyes flicker between you and the movie, watching you munch down on the lo mein.

It’s been ages since Sukuna has allowed himself to indulge in relaxation, allowed his mind to think of absolutely nothing but the childish movie in front of him that was picked out for him.

One would think a man like him would let his attorneys and the supervisors directly underneath him do all of the thinking for him while he bathed in his own riches. Sukuna did, yes; he used to. But he knows that one step too far into indulgence could mean the end of everything he put all of his blood and sweat into. And that was why he was so involved in his business, rather than let someone else handle it.

But here he was: indulging himself. (But it wasn’t the same as being on a yacht with women somewhere in the Caribbean.) Perhaps the difference was it wasn’t indulgence of sin, but rather the indulgence of peace and quiet; the desire for more than the company of a one-night stand.

You certainly deserved better than any sort of degrading, essentially whore-like treatment the women he used to be around were given and treated themselves as. You were nothing like them, not even slightly; you would never willingly to jeopardize your morals and dignity, not even for a chance to be with someone like him, as wealthy as him. That kind of interest was on the back-burner. As much as he hated it, he respected it just as much.

Sukuna half-watches the movie as he eats the takeout, not having seen it since one of his first girlfriends as a teenager introduced him to it. It was never important, never intriguing enough for him — nothing but a waste. But now, since you chose it, now it was enough for him to watch it. He finds he enjoys Jack Skellington, amused by his desire to take over Christmas Town. He also feels some sort of similar between him and Jack, regarding Jack’s interest in Sally and him… with you.

“You want a refill?” you ask suddenly, drawing the man from his thoughts. Sukuna looks down, seeing that he was almost out of the tea. Had he been so deep in his own thoughts he didn’t know he’d been sipping away at the drink? He almost scoffs in disbelief.

“If you don’t mind,” he replies. But he figures he’s going to need to use the restroom soon.

“Bathroom’s first door on the left,” you say, getting up after pausing the movie. He’s dumbstruck for a moment. Were you a mind reader?

Sukuna watches you in the reflection of the television. Even just refilling the drinks, you manage to enamor him. You seem so poised, yet so uncaring that someone of his status was sitting in your living room, watching a corny Halloween movie for Christmas. Perhaps being so uncaring went hand-in-hand with how poised and calm you were? There shouldn’t be any other explanation than that.

But why? He wondered what made you unlike the other women, even ones at your age that were nothing but a flustered mess at the mere sight of him. Why weren’t you the same?

He excuses himself to the bathroom and makes it quick. He sees the bottle of lavender body wash, then notices the shampoo, conditioner — the fruity smell he inhaled earlier. With a quick glance, Sukuna sees no perfume either, which perplexes him.

There’s no way she could possibly… Sukuna ponders, but doesn’t finish the thought. And all of a sudden, the lights flicker, hard. It’s something that’s been happening for the last hour or so, but it’s been something he’s ignored until now.

Sukuna ambles back into the living room, seeing the lights dim just as hard as a few seconds ago. Your still in the kitchen, but narrow your eyes slightly at the darkened lights.

“I didn’t see this place as having bad electricity,” he hums, sitting to face the TV, continuing to watch you in the reflection.

“It doesn’t,” you reply. “I suspect the snowstorm’s fixing to get bad enough to knock the power out soon. Now would probably be a good time to leave. I can still see a few snow plows out.”

“I’ll pass,” he replies coolly. “Besides, two cold and lonely souls are better than one.”

He doesn’t know why you let out a tiny snort and giggle, but you do. (A little flower of pride wants to bloom in his chest.)

You lift the lid to the slow cooker and stir. The smell of chocolate reaches his nose after you seal it.

“It’s almost done,” you suddenly speak, “if you’re done watching my reflection in the TV, would you like some hot chocolate?”

Busted. Sukuna knows that he’s now the deer in headlights; his heart thumps harder in embarrassment like a schoolgirl’s would.

“How sweet is it?”

“I’ve no idea. I fucked around with the recipe, so we’ll just have to find out.”

A sudden click is heard, and all the lights fade instantly. It’s completely dark, pitch black almost that neither you nor Sukuna can see in front of yourselves. He moves to stand, but you interject. “Sit, please. I don’t need your big ass knocking my shit over. Nor you getting a concussion.”

Sukuna laughs. “You have it covered then?”

“Could walk this place if I was blind,” you joke with a small snicker.

He watches you find four different candles to light up your apartment, one each for the kitchen and bathroom, and two for the living room. You disappear into your bedroom down the hall for a few moments, then you come back with a surprising, heaping mess of blankets hiding your form from nearly head-to-toe.

“Help me, please? Don’t let it fall on the food.”

Sukuna stands and his big arms wrap around the bundle of blankets, lifting them from you with ease. You pluck one from his grasp and quickly put it over the couch for extra warmth. You’re not about to freeze your ass off with him here.

You get under the blankets fairly quick. It takes nearly two king-sized ones you’ve had tucked away to cover the colossal man that is Ryomen Sukuna.

“Think the food is still warm?”

“Barely.”

“Are you gonna finish the lo mein then?” you ask.

“You can have it.” He half wishes he hadn’t eaten before he came so he didn’t seem so… uninterested in the food.

You have absolutely no shame devouring the remaining food as much as you possibly can in front of him. You eat as much as you can, but there’s still enough of the food left for him if he wants it. It just a matter of it getting cold, you think.

The temperature drops faster than you anticipate though. When you chuck the empty box of noodles into the trash from the living room (you made it, huh, that’s weird) a gust of wind rattles the patio doors, seemingly almost shaking the foundation of the complex. You hear a hum of surprise from the older man next to you as you huddle under the covers more. You shudder from the onslaught of the cold.

Sukuna sighs heavily. He pulls his arm from the blankets “Come ‘ere.”

He almost laughs at the blanched expression on your face. But after a few moments, you cave, scooting yourself closer to him until you two were practically touching thighs.

You squeak as he lifts one of the blankets with one hand and you with the other, trapping you under the second layer.

You shake your head and snort. “God, you’re shameless.”

Sukuna belts out a boisterous laugh. “Shame has never come easy for me.”

You scoff playfully. “I’m sure it hasn’t.”

“Nor does it for you,” he retorts.

And then you admit something that’s going to be on his mind for the rest of his time here. And perhaps for days after this, too: “Mine is more of a learned habit.”

Another gust of bitter cold shakes the patio doors again. You shiver. “Jesus, I didn’t expect it to get this cold.”

“Or for the power to go out.” He huffs. Like second nature, for both of you, he pulls you closer, and you lean into his massive body, taking in the heat his body.

Goodness, you think, closing your eyes, he’s a furnace…

Today certainly hadn’t gone as he expected. The last thing he was anticipating was a snowstorm blowing out the electrical system for several cities, snow falling several good feet and keeping him in the apartment of the woman he’s fallen for.

But you’re what is consuming his mind.

You’re on his lap, eyes closed and resting your head on his chest. You’re so small. Regardless of height, virtually anyone would be smaller than him; he’s a behemoth of a man, yes he knows it.

You, compared to him, are simply tiny, like a bird in the hands of a giant. So delicate, so small and cute. But as delicate as you are, you’re not glass. You’re small like a sparrow, but at the same time you desire freedom, using your wings to fly wherever and do whatever, regardless of how hard life would make your wings have to flap. Your soul isn’t easy to chain down… It’s beautiful.

“Does your brain always run a billion miles a minute this late?”

He grumbles. “Sleep, would you?”

“Your brain has no depth, does it?” you say. Then you ask, “Are you even okay with me sleeping on you?”

“If I wasn’t, we wouldn’t be in this position, would we?”

You yawn in reply, nestling your head comfortably on his torso. A small “okay” leaves your lips, and you seemingly have no problem steadying your breath and falling asleep against his chest. It’s nice, being that way for a good few minutes. Well, until you prove you’re not asleep like he thought.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Sukuna almost jumps and cusses, “Goddamn it.” You seem to know that you’ve startled him and laugh in return.

You keep conversation easy; although the two of you talk anything but what is on his mind. That’s not something he’s ready for. He’s still sorting out his own feelings, seeing if they’re beyond just being enthralled with you and your personality. Seeing if what he’s feeling is just high intrigue for you as a person, or whether what he’s feeling is going to lead to something more, beyond intrigue and fascination.

Because he knows that you won’t be able to stay forever. He knows that you, your soul, isn’t going to be easily bound by just anyone. He knows that you want to be unbound, he sees it in your eyes and hears it in your voice; he sees the desire to live freely in the way you carry yourself, the way you act and behave. But holy shit; does he want to be the one to change that.

You carry conversation easy, but eventually you fall asleep on him. The hot chocolate in the slow cooker is forgotten, but he’s sure it’ll be just as good in morning.

Sukuna, as he closes his eyes, wonders about the things you want. Where you’d want to go and the things you want to do. That kind of talk, however, is reserved for a time where there’s a deeper connection between the two of you. It’s reserved for a time where your walls are down and you’re no longer on guard, no longer having your walls built higher than heaven and deeper than hell.

For now, you two are two lonely souls celebrating Christmas, cuddled up to one another for the sake of warmth and nothing more during a sudden blackout.

It would be ludicrous to wonder if you’ve ever wanted to be loved and cherished, married to someone that would cradle your head and tilt it back to kiss you with the utmost devotion a human heart could give.

Now wouldn’t it?

a/n: I know that this is slowburn and everything, but it feels… superbly subpar? pls let me know if you guys think otherwise. this went about 85% of the original plot I had in mind so that’s a plus haha. I have full intent of picking up a bit on the romance aspect (of reader beginning to develop feelings) of this series in the next chapter, which briefly takes place after this one (I promise there’ll be at least one kiss)

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

Guilty as Sin? — Chapter Seven

pairing: professor!javier peña x f!reader

rating: series is 18+ only, minors DNI, professor/student dynamic, oral (m!rec}, alcohol consumption, essentially just porn with plot, these two are in LOVE babes

word count: 3.8k

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The restaurant Javi had picked out was attached to the lake resort, a casual steakhouse with balcony seating that overlooked the water. You watched the yellow lights from the resort dance across the soft ripples on the lake a story below in between glances at Javier. He’d chosen a simple navy blue sweater and dark jeans for tonight, a casual and absolutely fucking delicious sight that had you reaching for your wine to quell your thirst. Javier scanned the menu that he held in one hand while intertwining his fingers with yours across the table, the gesture doing little to settle the rapid beat of your heart. 

Beyond the sex—which was certainly the best you’d ever had in your life—there was so much to love about him. He was kind, generous, an active listener, intelligent, and funny when he wanted to be, all put together in a stunningly masculine package that had your thighs squeezing together every time his dark eyes found you staring. 

“What?” he asked, one corner of his mouth tilting up slightly. He brought your joined hands over to his lips, placing a gentle kiss over your knuckles before bringing it back to the table. 

“You’re just very nice to look at,” you said, biting your lip to try and contain your smile. Javier laid his menu down before moving chairs to come sit directly beside you. You leaned into him, resting your chin on his shoulder as you shared your menu with him. “What looks good?”

“You,” he murmured into your ear before giving your temple a sweet kiss. “I’ve been trying to read this damn menu for ten minutes now, but I keep getting distracted.”

“Wonder why.” You shrugged, lowering your hand to his thigh just to feel him tense. 

Javier leaned into your ear again, whispering, “Are you trying to make me lose my mind? Because it’s working.”

You grinned, completely lost in this blissful bubble the two of you had managed to create against all odds. “You know, I’m fine with ordering room service instead.”

Javier leaned back, raising his brow at you. “I was supposed to be giving you your first good date. What happened to that, you seductress?”

“Guess you have a point,” you said, giving him a soft smile as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I usually do,” he quipped.

“On the other hand…” You smirked, reaching for his hand as it rested on his knee. Sliding his warm palm up your jean clad thigh—you were forced to change after Javi destroyed your tights—you locked eyes with him as you guided his hand between your thighs. “You should know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Javi let out a soft, lustful sigh at your warmth. He cursed as he leaned in, holding your face in his free hand. You hummed into the kiss, feeling grateful that no one else had chosen to sit out in the brisk early fall air tonight. No, it was just you and him, the stars on the water, and a whole mess of feelings. 

“Fuck, as much as I want to bend you over this table right now, we should probably stop before the waiter catches us,” he mumbled against your lips, sliding his hand away from your center and letting it rest above your knee with a gentle squeeze. He sat back in his chair, lifting the menu back into view while you eyed him with lust drunk eyes. “I can feel you undressing me with your eyes, cariño.”

“I could be undressing you with my hands,” you replied, turning away from him with a smitten grin. “But fine. I guess I’ll just have to pester you with more questions to distract myself.”

“I guess you will,” he said, fighting back a smile. 

“Alright,” you laughed, biting your lip as you watched him study the menu. “How many girlfriends have you had?”

Javier raised a brow at you. “Serious ones?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. 

“One,” he replied. “Through high school until the end of my undergrad degree.” 

“So you’ve been single all this time?” You eyed him suspiciously, giving him a playful side eye. 

“There something wrong with that?” he asked, leaning forward into your space, his gaze locked on your lips. “If I wasn’t single all this time then I never would’ve gotten to meet you.”

“What a line,” you laughed, earning a dimpled smile from Javi. “What happened between you and your ex?”

“She wanted more than what I could give at the time,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders. “I was young and just getting started in the world. She wanted marriage and a family, which I did too, just…not at twenty-three. I tried to do it, though. Proposed and everything, but as the months ticked by, I just…couldn’t. So I called it off, left town, and started my career.”

“Do you ever regret it?” you asked, no judgment to be found in your tone, just genuine curiosity. Javier shook his head, giving your knee a squeeze. 

“No,” he said. “I meant it when I said if my life hadn’t played out this way, I wouldn’t be here. And here is somewhere I really fucking love being.”

You lifted your hand to his chin, pulling him in for another kiss. It seemed like you’d never get tired of this wanting you felt every time you so much as looked at him, let alone when he goes and says shit like that. 

“Alright, are we ready to order?” The waiter appeared out of nowhere, catching the two of you mid-makeout. You pulled away from Javi with a bashful smile, reaching for the menu and choosing the first entree that sounded good. Javier opted to have the same, only switching out your choice of mashed potatoes for a baked potato. 

The waiter left, taking the useless menus with him. “Interesting choice with the baked potato.”

“What?” he chuckled. “They’re the best way to have a potato.”

“Strongly disagree,” you gasped, clutching your non-existent pearls. “Fries are the best, mashed potatoes are second, and a baked potato might come in at like number five.” 

“So this is our first argument,” he laughed. “I’ll let you have this one.”

“And the next, and the one after that,” you added, leaning back into him like a moth drawn to a flame. 

“You can have them all as long as you keep looking at me like that,” he murmured, ghosting his lips over yours. You laughed, pecking his lips while wearing a lovesick smile. “So now that you got to ask—“

“Oh no,” you chuckled, settling back into your seat and bringing your drink up for a sip. 

“How many serious relationships have you had?” 

“One, really,” you said, scrunching your nose at the thought of Micah. “Serial cheater, sometimes called me mommy in bed, all around horrible.”

“Mommy?” Javier snorted as he took a sip of his beer. “Jesus. I’m starting to wonder whether it’s just your generation of men that suck this bad or if you just have really shitty luck.”

“You’re one of one, Javier Peña,” you said. “That’s why I’m hoping to keep you around.”

Javier smiled, taking a long sip from his beer. “Well, I’m not going anywhere.” 

“No?” you asked, grinning against the rim of your wine glass. “Not even if I told you I’ve been known to snore every now and again?”

“Now that changes things,” he said, eyeing you in mock consideration. “I think I’ll learn to live with it. Or I’ll just get some earplugs.”

“Anything I need to be warned about?”

“I smoke and I’m a terrible cook,” he replied. “Also a bit of an insomniac, but it’s not like I’ll be getting any sleep anyways with all your snoring.”

“A match made in heaven,” you mused. “Aside from the forced-to-keep-it-a-secret part.”

“Maybe not for much longer,” he said, nervously glancing at his lap. 

“What do you mean?” you chuckled. 

“I mean…I got a job offer from the DA’s office,” he replied, his eyes bouncing back and forth between yours as he watched you take in this incredibly exciting news. “And I know it’s early, and things aren’t, you know, official with us, but I was already considering quitting teaching before meeting you, and now…”

“And now?” you asked, your voice hardly louder than a whisper. Javier took in a deep, steadying breath and gave you a boyish smile that brought out a dimple. 

“And now all I want to do is find a way for us to be together without all this sneaking around and shit,” he shrugged. “I didn’t want to tell you to put any pressure on you or anything, but regardless of where you and I stand, I think I’m gonna take the offer.”

“When would you start?” you asked, tracing your fingertip along the rim of the glass as you tried to comprehend the fact that this man was willing to switch careers in order to be with you.

It had only taken him two months of knowing you to decide that you were worth that much, even if he didn’t know where the two of you stood. The thought alone was enough to have you ready to hand your heart over.

“After the semester ends,” he replied, his knee bouncing under the table as he continued to study your reaction. “I can’t tell what you’re thinking, so could you put me out of my misery and—“

“Javi, I…” You laughed, shaking your head at the miracle that was Javier Peña. “I’d do this thing in secret for a lifetime as long as it meant I got to do it with you, but the idea of getting to kiss you in public or even just hold your hand…it feels like a dream. So that’s what I’m thinking, that you are a really fucking good dream I don’t want to wake up from.”

Javier leaned in, giving you a kiss. “So I’ll take that to mean you want to do this thing for real?”

You laughed, nodding as you gave his lips another soft peck.

“All of it. Snoring and burnt dinners, included.”

You clung to Javi’s arm as you made your way out of the restaurant after dinner, tipsy on wine and Javier’s smile. He’d been whispering nothing but filth into your ear since he asked for the check, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear as you walked down the hall to your suite. 

“You’re talking a big game,” you teased, nudging his shoulder with your own. “Maybe I have some plans of my own.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow as he slid the key card out of his pocket. “And what are these plans of yours?”

“Well, to start…I’d like to get you out of these clothes,” you said, biting your lip. 

“That’s doable,” he smirked, turning the handle of the door and swinging it open while keeping his eyes on yours. “Then what, hermosa?”

“Well,” you started, leading him into the room just to turn around and back him against the door as he let it click shut behind him. You slid your hands down his stomach to palm him through his jeans. “You’ve gotten to taste me a few times now, but I still haven’t gotten to taste you.”

Javier groaned, settling his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you. You moaned into it, your hands steady as they undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Javier hissed, breaking the kiss to look down as you took him in your hand and gave him a teasing stroke. 

“Is that what you want, Javi?” you purred, using your free hand to guide his eyes back to yours. Javi looked at you like you held the world in your hands, his brows laced together and lips parted in reverence as you gave him another teasingly slow pump. “You want my lips around—“

Javier cut you off with a groan, settling his hands on your hips as he walked you backwards into the room with his lips devouring your own. You smiled into the kiss, fighting back a laugh as he tripped over your feet, almost sending the two of you onto the carpeted floor. 

“You’re so fucking…” His words trailed off as he let his hands travel up your curves before cupping the weight of your breasts in each. Your laughter faded into a soft gasp as he slid his hands back town to give your ass a squeeze, seemingly unable to decide on what he wanted to worship more. “You’re going to ruin me for all women.”

“Only fair seeing as you’ve ruined me for all men and myself, remember?” Javier laughed, kissing you once before stepping back to shed his clothes. You sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on your elbows as you watched him undress. “You’re so nice to look at, Javi.”

He laughed, taking his length in hand and stroking it while you devoured the sight with lust-blown pupils. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

“Looks like you’re already blushing,” you quipped, leaning forward to take over for him, stroking your hand up and down his angry arousal. “Is this all for me, Javi?”

He nodded, licking his lips as he watched you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. He stroked his thumb over your cheek as you stared up at him with an innocent look in your eyes—or, as innocent as you could look while stroking his dick.  “Fuck. You’re so beautiful, baby.”

“Yeah?” You keened at the compliment, a love-starved woman being fed for the first time in years. “Do you think I’ll look as beautiful with my lips wrapped around your cock?”

Javier groaned, his cock twitching at the question. “How about you show me?”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his reddened tip, the barely there touch causing his stomach to clench. Dragging the tip of your flattened tongue from base to tip, you wrapped your lips around him just far enough to tease before releasing him with a pop. “On the bed.”

Javier raised an eyebrow at you but obeyed, positioning himself on his back in the middle of the giant mattress. “You like being the one in control, hermosa?”

You climbed onto the bed, sitting between his thighs and wrapping your fist around his base. “Sometimes.”

“Then go ahead,” he urged with a smile. “Take control, baby. It’s all yours.”

You smirked, shuffling down to lay on your stomach as you twisted your hand up and down his throbbing cock just to hear him let out a soft hiss. Bringing your lips to his balls, you gave them a suck, your thumb swiping over the precum that leaked from his tip. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. 

You released his balls with a pop, dragging your tongue up his shaft before taking him in deep until you were kissing your closed fist. You worked in tandem with your strokes, flattening your tongue along the underside of his cock as you bobbed up your head and down. Your spit-slick hand followed your lips with a firm squeeze that had his thighs twitching every time you reached his sensitive head. 

“Shit, cariño,” he hissed, one hand cupping your jaw as he sat up on one elbow to watch you. You stared into those brown eyes that reminded you of warm molasses, relishing in every grunt and groan you pulled from his perfectly bowed lips. 

You could’ve been there for a minute or an hour, a moment or a lifetime, but this thing between the two of you seemed to defy the laws of space and time. You weren’t hiding out in a hotel room counting the minutes until you’d have to return to secrecy. No, you were simply a woman worshiping the man who’d revived your faith in goodness, in love. 

“Baby,” he moaned, brows furrowed and eyes fluttering with every sinful gluck as you swallowed him down your throat. “Baby, shit. H-hold on. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.“

“I want you to,” you said, your voice hoarse and desperate.

Javier shuddered, nodding his head as he watched you take him back into your mouth, his hands now gripping the sheets as you increased your efforts. “Fuck. Fuck, I’m…fuck.”

You hummed, running your free hand over the expanse of his stomach as you held him in deep, letting him come down your throat. He tasted slightly salty, slightly sweet, and surprisingly addictive. You’d never particularly enjoyed the taste of someone else, but be it love or lust or sheer infatuation, you really fucking enjoyed Javi’s. 

“Baby, fuck,” he rasped, running his hand over your hair as you cleaned his sensitive cock with your tongue, making a show of it. “Come up here so I can kiss those fucking lips.”

“But…I just—“

“Do I look like I give a fuck about that?” he asked, a rhetorical question given the raise of his eyebrow as he stared you down. “Come here, hermosa.”

You crawled up his body, leaving kisses up his stomach, chest, and neck before hesitantly ghosting your lips over his. “You’re sure it’s not gross?”

“Do you think it’s gross to kiss me after I eat your pussy?” he asked, placing a feather light kiss against your lips. 

“No, I think it’s hot,” you replied, your voice a husky whisper. 

“Mmhm,” he hummed, lifting his hand to rest on the curve of your jaw. “Dame un beso.” 

You smiled, letting out a soft laugh as you leaned in to kiss him exactly how he wanted it. Deep, slow, and so fucking sexy you couldn’t help but grind your panty-covered core against his softened length. 

“You’re too clothed,” he murmured against your lips, his hands sliding down to your ass to palm you through your jeans. 

“Mm,” you hummed, kissing your way down his neck. “I’m busy.”

“Doing what?” he asked, reaching between your thighs to put some pressure on your clit as you rocked against his hand. 

“Leaving my mark,” you moaned, sucking on the soft skin where his shoulder met his neck. Low enough to hide beneath a collar during class, but high enough to give you glimpses of it when you got him alone. 

Javier hissed, rolling you onto your back. You laughed, combing your fingers through his hair as he unbuttoned your jeans and peeled them off your legs. He stared at the wet spot on your panties, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “Now I get to leave a few marks.”

“But I need to shower,” you said, coaxing his eyes back to yours. 

“Am I invited?” he asked, hiking up the hem of your sweater to place soft kisses across your stomach. Something about him worshiping the part that brought you the most insecurity was so healing, especially after a relationship full of cruel criticism of your body. 

“You’re always invited,” you replied, trying to calm the pounding in your chest. 

“Alright,” he said, sitting back onto his knees. “I can leave my mark in the shower and then come back and do it again in this bed. And then in my bed, in your bed, in any fucking room I can get you alone in.”

“I’ll be covered in hickeys, then,” you laughed. 

“I’ll only leave them where you and I can see,” he promised. “And only when you want me to.”

“You’re a dream,” you mused, pulling him back down for another kiss that would haunt your memories long after you died. 

“How are we gonna do this once we go back tomorrow?” you asked, tracing your initials across his bare chest as you laid in the darkness with him. He’s just devoted an hour to getting you to climax after climax, the shower you took earlier only acting as a prelude to what he had planned for the bed. “Once I’m back to being your student, I mean.”

“We’ll have to be discreet,” he said, shifting to lay on his side, his elbow propping up his head. “But besides that…it’s just a normal relationship.”

“Except people in normal relationships can go out and not worry about being seen together,” you countered with a half-smile. 

It wasn’t that you cared about going out or anything like that, but there was a gnawing insecurity that perhaps over time Javi would grow tired of the sneaking around and look for someone who he could have a normal life with, one that didn’t involve this much careful planning. 

“It’s only for a few more months,” he assured, stroking his hand up and down your side. “Until then, we’ll just have to find ways to entertain ourselves while we hole up together. I already have a few ideas.”

“I bet I can guess exactly what kind of ideas are floating around up there,” you said, lightly tapping your finger against his temple. Javier moved to nip at your finger, earning a laugh. 

“I was actually talking about showing you my Lego collection,” he returned with a smirk. “I just got the Death Star. Kind of a big deal.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” You giggled as he nodded. 

“Dead serious,” he replied with a laugh. “It’s a good way to busy the mind, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.”

“Does your mind need busying?” His smile faded into something more somber. 

“Sometimes,” he confessed. “I saw a lot of stuff with the DEA, and sometimes the memories come back with a vengeance. Instead of chainsmoking and whoring around like I used to do, I choose to block out those memories with building the fucking Death Star. Healthy, right?

You gave him an empathetic smile, relating to the sadness in his eyes that he tried to cover up with humor. You, too, had a lot of memories to avoid touching, although they likely didn’t hold a candle to the shit he must’ve dealt with. Nevertheless, like calls to like. “I think it’s very healthy, actually. So healthy, in fact, that you’ve convinced me to join you. So it’s too late to take back your invitation, basically.”

Javier laughed, a bit of light fighting back against the darkness in his eyes as he leaned in to give you a chaste kiss. 

“I…” He stopped himself, shaking his head as he stared into your eyes. “Nevermind.”

“What?” you laughed. 

“I just…I almost said something I have no business saying,” he shrugged. “The kind of thing that’s supposed to take longer than this to feel, so I’ll wait, but…I feel it.” 

You knew the feeling well, the four letter word dancing on the tip of your tongue all night. But it was too soon for that, too soon for confessions as heavy as the one that weighed on your heart. You were falling in love with him, quickly and helplessly and without thinking of what it would feel like when you finally hit the ground. 

“Me too,” you said instead.

For now, it would have to be enough.

[possibilistfanfiction]

For the one word prompt: allergic

[a small bea & lil (platonic) backstory for tattoo artist/florist au]

//

'so let me make sure i understand you correctly,' you say, trying your best to seem unaffected and annoyed in front of both beatrice's and your parents in beatrice's childhood dining room. everything is austere and the back of your neck prickles in discomfort, years and years of it; you remind yourself to not fidget. 'you want me to, what? fly to oregon —' admittedly, an offense on beatrice's part — 'and... kidnap beatrice back to england?'

'stop being so dramatic,' your mother says, rolling her eyes. 'beatrice needs to come home. she's passing up a job in parliament to go choose to live a sinful lifestyle —'

'fine,' you say, just to stop where you know that would inevitably end up. admittedly, you do think beatrice is running away from, like, every single one of her issues, but you've never been good at talking to each other, and, anyway, no one has ever been able to force beatrice to do anything, especially not you. you doubt it'll start now. 'just send me the flight and hotel info.'

'you leave later tonight.'

'a red eye.' you resist the urge to groan. 'great.'

/

begrudgingly, portland is beautiful — green and lush and quiet for a city its size, the river meandering through its middle, all the bridges and fast-moving clouds on a relatively clear day, a barely-there warmth in the sun that signals the beginnings of real spring. you watch it all go by on your way from the airport to the address beatrice's parents had somehow found — you don't even want to know how; better to leave well enough alone, you've learned — and when you arrive at a small house, navy blue with a red door, a neatly kept pollinator garden in the front, you park your car and allow yourself to acknowledge that, well, it's kind of cute. the sun is sinking beneath the hills across the river and a chill is moving in, but the air is fresh.

you smooth down your hair, try to fix any wrinkles in your shirt, which is, of course, both fruitless and unnecessary as soon as you get out and put your favorite leather jacket on. honestly, you don't even know if beatrice is home, but there's a practical, small hybrid suv in the driveway, and you're pretty sure if you texted or called her that you'd been sent to fetch her back to london by both sets of your parents, she'd never see you. you pocket your phone and keys and walk up the little stone path to the small porch, then knock on the door. you wait while you hear some shuffling on the other side, and then it takes you a few moments to process that beatrice is standing in front of you.

apparently, her too, because she stands perfectly still for some seconds before, 'lilith?'

you take her in fully, because you can: her hair is short now, buzzed on the sides and back, swept back on the top, neat and dark, and you can see part of a tattoo on her forearm from under the soft, loose sweater she's wearing, pushed up to her elbows. she has on casual pants — navy, still well-tailored in a way you expect from her, cropped at the ankles — and blundstones, like she's getting ready to go somewhere. 'it's been, what, ten days? you're really assimilating quickly,' you say, even though you regret it as it's happening. her face goes from surprised to stormy, one you know all too well.

'piss off,' she says, and starts to close the door, but you stick your arm out and she glares but — thankfully, because she could — doesn't slam it in your face. 'if you came to convince me to go back to london, it's not going to work.'

'can you let me inside?'

she waits a beat but then sighs, still glowering, but steps aside. 'i have to leave in seven minutes.'

'hot date?'

the blush that creeps up from her chest, beneath her sweater, and spreads along her cheeks, to the tips of her ears, is also new.

'oh.'

she crosses her arms over her chest, an unspoken dare. you look around at the house: it's small, but it's been remodeled and has a beautiful open floor plan, marble countertops and a big fridge, a comfortable couch and a big tv, all warm woods and easy greens and rich oranges, mirroring the world outside. 'this is yours?'

she clenches her jaw. 'yes.'

'look,' you say, processing the fact that beatrice has apparently also purchased a house here, and hold up your hands, palms toward the ceiling. 'i come in peace.'

'there's about a 100% chance you're here at the bidding of my parents.'

'they want you to come back home, yes.'

she rolls her eyes. 'i'm an adult.'

you're twenty-seven, and beatrice is a year and a half younger than you, so that's sort of debatable, but it's not worth the argument you see written all over her posture, her stiff shoulders and ramrod straight spine, the set of her feet, ready to get into a fight. 'transparently, they did send me here with the purpose of convincing you to come back to london and do your parliament thing.'

she huffs and turns toward the kitchen and motions for you to follow; she opens the fridge and takes out two beer cans, opens them and hands one to you. a local west coast ipa, you take note of. 'no pint glasses?'

'like i said, i have to leave soon.'

'fair enough.' you lift yours in an offer for a salute — an offer of peace, more than anything — and she clinks hers with a resigned little expression, takes a long sip before putting her can down on the counter and leaning toward you.

'you know i'm not going back.'

'i do,' you say; you always had. 'mostly i wanted to see that you were, you know —'

'okay?'

it's kinder than anything that would've come out of your mouth in the moment, a hint of affection seeping in. 'sure.'

'i'm doing great.'

'clearly.'

she frowns, takes another drink. 'if you really believe all of our parents' bigoted —'

'beatrice.' she stills where she'd started to pace. 'you know that i don't. i just don't understand why you can't be a lesbian at home.'

beatrice tips her head back. 'of course you understand,' she says, more intense than you had expected. 'maybe not about being gay specifically, although, whatever, we can get into your proclivities later —'

'bea —'

'but — don't you want to have your own life?'

'you think, what, moving halfway around the world, with no warning, to help run some farm, is — '

'— is what, lilith?'

you feel yourself deflate; you take a sip of your beer because there are tears starting to burn at the corner of your eyes.

'it's a permaculture project — part science, part local politics, part business. it's a good opportunity.' she stills, glances at the time on her phone. 'and, even if it wasn't, i just — you know as well as anyone how suffocating our families are.'

you can't quite look at her yet — her sincere, golden eyes and serious frown, her freckles, things you've known since you were children whenever she was explaining something that hurt, something that mattered — but you nod. 'it's been ten days, beatrice. and you're already —' you swallow, a hurt silence sitting in the air, heavy and swarming.

but beatrice has always been braver than you. 'i need to breathe, lil. it was killing me.'

'you and your fucking flowers,' you say after you're able to gather yourself enough that you're fairly certain you won't cry. thankfully — full of more grace that you have ever been — beatrice grants you a laugh.

'why don't you stay with me,' she offers after a silence when you can't bring yourself to say anything more. 'i have a spare bedroom, and, lil —'

you reach out and squeeze her hand. 'please don't say anything.'

'just because you're allergic to any kind of affection —'

'fine.'

'yes?'

'yes.'

a smile blooms on her face that makes caving far too quickly — you want to breathe too, so badly — much more bearable. 'okay, well, i shouldn't be too late. there's leftover vietnamese food in the fridge if you're hungry, and i recorded the arsenal match from earlier.'

'plying me with katie mccabe?'

'well, i didn't know you would be failing at kidnapping me today.' she rinses out her beer can and puts it carefully in the recycling. 'kismet, if you will.'

you roll your eyes while she grabs a camel wool peacoat — one she's worn for years now, gorgeous and an inexplicable comfort, that she still has it — and then carefully pulls a pale blue beanie on. you gesture helplessly toward, well, whatever this aesthetic is. 'do you feel like, well, you?'

her smile softens. 'i think so.' she shrugs. 'more than i ever have before, at least.'

'well, i won't wait up, and i don't want to know any details.'

'it's a first date, lilith.'

'are these walls soundproof?'

'goodbye,' she says, but there's amusement in her tone and, before she leaves fully, she turns and strides back toward you and wraps you in a hug. 'i'm glad you're here.'

'me too, beatrice.' you hold onto her a moment longer than you normally would. 'she hot?'

she backs up and smacks you on the shoulder.

'have fun, bea.'

she nods. 'i'll text you when i'm headed home.'

[depressedcoffeeaholic]

1. What music genre fits your tc the most?

Dad rock or 2014 pop, there is no in between with this man.

2. What's your favorite personality trait for your tc?

The way he actually cares about you and making sure you succeed 😌

3. Do you think they fit into a certain aesthetic or two? If so, which ones?

Dark Naturalism, and no I will not be providing context.

4. If you could, how would you comfort your tc? (Like if they seem to be having a rough day)

I would probably just make him take a nap or something because he seems super tired and stressed out lately.

5. What type of winter activity do you think is their favorite?

Staying inside to watch a movie while it snows for sure.

6. If you could (or have) what book or movie would you recommend to you tc?

Australia with Hugh Jackman

7. What's their sense of humor like? Is yours similar?

It's somewhat similar, for sure. I hardly ever made jokes with J last year because I was so shy, but light banter with him is always fun.

8. What's the nicest thing your tc has ever said to you?

Well, it's not necessarily a compliment but I really like it when he calls me darling and you can hear a slight accent to it. (I can't mention any actual compliment because my friends might find this...)

9. What wintery activity would you love to do with them?

I think it's be fun to go skiing if I wasn't so bad at it

10. What do you think your tc's love language is?

Words of Affirmation, he really strives toward trying to gain acceptance with people.

11. Do you have a quote or poem that you associate with them?

Poem: Age Difference by Lang Leav (please for the love of goodness's sake, check it out, you'll see why)

12. Do you prefer emailing them or talking in person?

Talking, because for whatever reason it may be, I hate sending emails.

13. Do they have a signature cologne or perfume?

I don't know what he wears but it smells like a mix of mint, coffee, mahogany and new leather.

14. Is your tc someone you can go to for support?

Yes, he really helped me out a lot last year and I'm very thankful for that

15. Have you ever pictured yourself with their last name or vice versa?

No, I actually haven't.

16. Is there anything you don't like about your tc?

He's a lot less personal than he used to be and he's not so talkative when other people around me are also trying to talk to him as well.

17. Have you ever seen them in a really bad mood?

Yes, he's been angry more times this year than I've seen him be like. And he's not a moody person at all-usually.

18. Does your tc ever laugh differently when they're with you?

He does! It's deeper, and he always looks me in the eyes when he's laughing at something I said.

19. What's your tc's staple drink? (If they have one)

Dark coffee

20. Is there anything that the two of you have in common? Is there a lot?

We both have a few things in common, and I remember one time when he mentioned how he noticed a few specks of blue in my eyes just like him (well his are blue and mine are dark green) and it was a really cute moment.

21. Have they ever targeted you directly in class or in the halls?

Definitely, especially because I'm easy to tease.

22. Have you ever said anything that might have given away your feelings?

He asked me if I thought he was funny and I said yes (except my voice had a very flirtatious tone that I did NOT mean to use.)

23. Do you dream about them often?

Not really

24. Is your tc more physically or verbally affectionate? Or not at all?

Verbally, for sure.

25. If you could, (or have) what would you get your tc for Christmas?

I saw this one really nice mug awhile back that I really regret not buying.

26. Do you like them in a romantic sense or in a more platonic way?

Definitely romantic now, but it did start platonically.

27. Are they a cozy sweater person?

No, he's a polo person.

28. What color looks best on them?

Grey and navy blue. Although he does occasionally look absolutely sinful when he wears a black shirt and jeans, I don't know why.

29. If you could see yourself the way they see you, would you take the chance?

Ummm, yes. Partially because of the amount of embarrassing things he's caught me doing.

30. What little habit they have is your absolute favorite?

I love it when he immediately waves and smiles at me the moment he sees me in the halls.

31. If it was legal, would you share a midnight kiss with them?

...yes. At the same time, only if he is was single. I do not support cheating nor do I support pedophilia.

[newtonsheffield]

Since Simone looks so amazing in that red dress at Wimbledon…could we have something about Anthony simping for Kate in red?

Okay but let’s get real: Is there an unflattering picture of Simone Ashley in existence? I doubt it.

Simone Ashley release a bad picture of yourself challenge. Purely so my self esteem can stop taking such a nosedive. Though let’s get real… she probably still looks amazing.

Simp Anthony is my favourite thing to write, as we know, The boy does know any other way to be around Kate. He would lay down in a puddle and let her step on him so her shoes didn’t get wet. We all know it.

Anthony had never been a very big fan of bright colours. He dressed in navy, or black, or grey for work and softer beiges and creams at home. He had the occasional sweater that was a Royal blue, or a dark purple, but nothing beyond that. It seemed to suit the kind of drab monotony that his life had become in the last 13 years, and he was fine with that. And then Kate Sheffield had stormed into his office like a tornado in Emerald green and his life had never been the same.

Kate wore bright colours, always. Emerald green,and sunflower yellow, and deep golds, and bright blues, like an never ending rainbow on her body and it was honestly, a little breathtaking. Even when Anthony had been in denial, he hadn’t been able to deny how beautiful Kate was. Her long dark hair that always seemed to hang over her shoulders like a curtain, and her eyes flashing brightly, intelligently, seemed to call to him like a siren, no matter how he tried to rail against it. And honestly, the only reason he hadn’t thought it the very first time he saw her was because his mind was preoccupied trying to figure out why her eyes looked so familiar. When he’d seen her at lunch, the lighting in the kitchen shining in her hair, making her eyes shine, the green of her blouse bright against her skin his breath had caught a little. And he knew he’d probably spend the rest of his life wishing he’d said what he desperately wanted to My god, You’re so beautiful.

And he had subconsciously chosen a green sweater when he went to dinner with her and Edwina and Eloise, because that was the first colour he’d ever seen her in. The first time he looked at her, and even then something seemed to recognise that his life wasn’t the same anymore. And when she walked into Daphne’s party with him wearing a dress almost exactly the same colour, he’d thought he’d never see anything as beautiful as the way green looked on Kate. And then, on their second date, the very next night, her dress was red. And Anthony became just a little more unhinged.

There was something incredibly sinful about it, how the deep scarlet contrasted with her skin so beautifully, her red lipstick standing out as well, and it had made Anthony want to press his lips to hers again and again until he was marked by it as well. He spent the entire night trying not to stand abruptly from the table and drag her into the tiny bathroom like some sort of depraved lunatic. And at the end of the night he was almost loathe to peel it off her, his voice rough in her ear when he said I really liked that dress. And he was fairly certain Kate liked the colour as well, though he knew it wasn’t her favourite, because there seemed to be a fair amount of red in her wardrobe, blouses for work, and sweaters, and shoes, the lingerie that he had bought for her because he knew how confident it made her feel and he’d seen it and ached to see the colour tight against her. And honestly, maybe he was just a little unhinged, he really couldn’t say.

But as his eyes stalked her across the terrace at the All England Club, the sun beating down on her, shining in her hair, her eyes wide as she spoke with his sister, he really couldn’t bring himself to care. The summer sun seemed to be casting a halo around her, the orangey-red of her dress in stark comparison to the endless sea of cream and beige, and Anthony longed to go over to her, and tug her into a very dramatic kiss, so that everyone could see that she was with him. The engagement ring burning a hole in his heart as it sat, nestled between some sweaters.

“She’s very pretty isn’t she?” Her step mother’s voice pulled him from his slightly unsavoury thoughts, his ears burning a little. “She always was, even when she thought she wasn’t. And I never knew why she couldn’t see it.”

“She’s beautiful. I thought so the first day I met her.” His voice was practically a whisper, he was sure Mary could barely hear him over the chatter. But she cleared her throat a little emotionally anyway.

“Eyes back in your head Bridgerton, she’s coming over.” Edwina’s voice smirked, appearing from seemingly nowhere though honestly, as far as Anthony was aware she could have been standing there for quite some time. And when Kate Sheffield walked over to him, his patience snapped, his arms reaching for her, dropping her into a pretty dramatic dip, their lips finally meeting and not even Edwina’s

“Oh for the love of Christ.” Could ruin it. It only got her a clip on the back of the head from her mother.

And the next time someone asked him what his favourite colour was, it fell from his lips before he could stop himself.

“Red.”

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Railway Section Hand Captures Three Escaped Nazis,” Toronto Star. November 24, 1941. Page 19. ---- ITALIAN AND FINN HELP TO ROUND UP FUGITIVES WHO FLED PRISON TRAIN --- ‘We Will Own This Country Soon,’ Recaptured Prisoners Boast at Sudbury --- LIBERTY IS BRIEF --- By JAMES V. NICOL Sudbury, Nov. 24 - Captured by kindness and in their bare feet, three of Hermann Goering’s pilots today are in the hospitable jail maintained here y the province for malefactors here by the province for malefactors whose sins against society are less than theirs. They are taking turns at being sultry, sulky, defiant, and diplomatic, and in each role they cut very sorry figures.

These noblemen of a pure Aryan nature were caught by as cosmopolitan a passe as ever hung a horse thief or flushed a Luftwaffer. The men to whom they owe their downfall, include several Canadians, one Pole, one Ukrainian, at least one Irishman, plus one Finlander, and last but not least, an Italian.

The notebook of a reporter for The Toronto Star who had a ringside seat for the flushing of the Luftwaffe trop after they had bolted from a prison train at or near Sudbury records the following under the title of ‘We Will With Kindness,’ as suggested by Provincial Police Inspector Percy T. Hake.

Saturday, 11.10 p.m. - Double-header prison train of 15 pasenger cars arrives from a northwestern Ontario point with right of way over everything. The speed is that of a regular through train plus half of what a regular through train could ordinarily do.

Launch Wide Search Sunday 2.10 a.m. - Message from Chief Dispatcher of the C.P.R. at Parry Sound reaches mounted, provincial, and city police reporting following prisoners as having escaped:

Waller, camp number 14923. Malischewski, camp number 51981 Manhert, camp number 14917. All are of the rank of first lieutenant and were sent to Canada after being shot down by British fliers.

Sunday, 2.31 a.m. - Mounted, provincial, and city police on trail comb taxi stands, flop-houses, highways and byways.

7.55 a.m. - Naughton station, 12 miles west of Sudbury, John Fedan, a Ukrainian section hand, begins Sunday patrol of tracks on Soo line.

8.15 a.m. - Fedan reaches red tool shed, notices tracks of ‘drunken’ men in snow outside, sees window of shed broken.

8.15 1/4 a.m. - Fedan unpadlocks door, finds three ‘hoboes’ sitting on hand car and velocipede inside, becomes ‘outraged’ at noticing window in tool shed missing.

8.16 a.m. - ‘You will have to pay for that glass,’ says John Fedan. 8.16 1/4 a.m. - Things begin to happen.

8.20 a.m. - Waller and Malischewski in custody in their stocking feet.

8.21 a.m. - Manhert on the lam and into the northern bush with shoes on.

10.49 a.m. - Manhert captured in bush four miles from Naughton; surrenders with sheepish grin to Constable Jack Campbell, R.C.M.P.

Had Food, Clothes 11 a.m. - All three en route to Sudbury district jail. Manhert still wearing sheepish grin. Malischewski happy, Waller saying ‘This is not the first time I try to escape. Every chance I get I will try to escape.’

All three had maps of Northern Ontario. Malischewski had divested himself of his air force tunic and obtained a red turtle-necked sweater. Waller had discarded his tunic for a navy blue civilian jacket with a tear under the left vest pocket. Manhert had picked up a brown overcoat. They carried a considerable amount of silver. In the Sudbury yard of the C.P.R. there are two block signals which necessitate the slow movement of any train in passing through. When the prison train set out, all of the Nazis aboard were accounted for as being present. Mounted and railway police were on hand at the time.

It was while the train was easing through the signal blocks that the three got away. Reports persist that they opened the windows of their coach and jumped. No notification of their escape was received until the train reached Parry Sound, about 110 miles south.

Guarded With Axe Eight miles from Sudbury, at Romford Junction, two men were noticed on the railway tracks acting suspiciously, but they soon set the authorities at ease.

Police were in the dark until Stanley M. Stadnyk, a Russian Pole, age 51, section foreman, reported over the C.P.R. telephone to J. W. McVey, dispatcher. My man Fedan has two men here. They are wacting suspiciously. Is anything wanted?’ Dispatcher McVey advised Stadnyk to see that the men were kept and then called all three police forces.

When a Star reporter arrived, following Inspector Hake of the provincials, Fedan kept guard at the section shelter with an axe.

‘I got ‘em,’ he explained. ‘I do not know that German prisoners are missing at the tme, though. I am walking the tracks when i come to the tool shed. I see marks in the snow as if they were made by drunken men. I unlock the door, and there I see the three of them.’

‘They had their shoes and stockings off. Waller had his feet wrapped in an old bag: Malischewski had a railway flag around his feet; Mannhert had a handkerchief over his.

‘I look up and see they have put a board over the window. It is about a foot high and a foot and a half wide. The glass is out.’

‘I say, ‘What do you do here?’ They say, ‘Oh, we just come from Sudbury’ and I think they are drunk. But then I get suspicious.

Offered to Pay ‘I ask what nationality they are and Waller says, ‘Two of us are Finns and the other is a Hollander.’ I think to myself, ‘Those men have a German accent. I will kind them and be nice to them so they will not run away.’

‘I tell them, ‘You pay for that window you broke.’ They say, ‘Sure we pay.’ Mannhert offers me 25 cents, then 50 cents and keeps on going until he offers three, four dollars for the window. I say, ‘I cannot take the money, you must see the foreman; that is the way the railway wants it done.’

‘They put on their shoes and stockings and walk on the track. Just then I see the foreman. I am ahead and they are behind. Mannhert says, ‘I forgot my packsack; I must get it.’ I tell him, ‘No, do not do that; we will get it.’ But he runs away and I watch the other two till I get them to our shelter about 400 yards away.’

At this stage the ‘boss’ entered in the person of Constable Ken Brides of the R.C.M.P. and Detective Paul Tapper, of the Sudbury city police, a Finn.

Waller and Malischewski both his eyes are keenly set. Malischewski has a stubby nose and assumes a jollier aspect when under duress.

In the shelter which the section foreman provided for them as he telephoned for help, Waller became loquatious.

‘If you do not treats us properly,’ he said. ‘We will complain to the Swiss consul who sits on the commission that looks after us. If you get nasty with us it will be too bad with the Canadians who are prisoners in Germany.’

‘We Will Own This Country’ Almost as he spoke Detective Pat Moroney of the Sudbury city police (an Irishman) entered the shelter.

‘My goodness, bhoys, what are you doing here?’ he asked, joshingly.

The prisoners said: ‘There is a newspaper reporter here. According to the Geneva convention we are not to be subjected to this sort of publicity. The mounted police tell us that. We shall tell the Swiss consul and he will make it hot for you. Six months from now we will own Canada, be careful what you say. Heil Hitler!’ (They both heiled).

‘My boys,’ replied Officer Moroney. ‘I have a son of mine learning to be a wireless air gunner at Fingal. I am afraid he will not stand for the likes of you - and I have always brought him up as a gentle child. Now, let us be on our way.’ 

KINDNESS GOT ‘EM NAZI FLIERS NABBED Three Nazi prisoners escaped from a train in Northern Ontario and two were promptly rounded up by Sanley Stadnyk (TOP), a section foreman, who practically killed the Hitlerites with kindness. The suspicious foreman offered them food and shelter while he called for help. One of the Germans gave chocolate bars to Stadnyk’s four-year-old daughter, Olga (LOWER).

[sry-chrlie]

dawn of the second day - a comedy of errors

The hangover Charlie woke up with would have been killer on an average day. His mouth was dry, his muscles sore, his sinuses congested... The morning came with it a slew of regrets and anxiety about what consequences the immaturity of yesterday would incur today. It was par for the course. A misery that Charlie was well versed in and nothing he couldn’t handle like the expert that he was. There was only one marked difference that amplified this shit pile into jurassic proportions, without even Jeff Goldblum to saunter sexily into the scene and make it palatable: they were snowed in. 

Snowed in without power, at that. There was no escape from this ski resort hell. Charlie had joked before about Gravewood being their own personal purgatory and apparently he was prophetic because there they were, trapped somewhere cold and dark and blank, surrounded by all their sins and everyone they’d ever scorned.

Fuck. He needed to eat something.

It took him far too long to roll out of bed. He was exhausted. He barely had energy for the effort it took to slip into some old sweater - a navy blue thing, something that was far too expensive but purposefully made to look worn. He gave himself a tentative sniff or two to make sure he wasn’t walking around with visible stink lines, but all seemed well so he made for the common area lodge in the hopes they were offering breakfast in consolation for this power outage.

It wasn’t anything hot due to the lack of electricity, but the resort had baked goods and fruit on display. Charlie grabbed a muffin and an apple before sneaking off to find somewhere private to stew in his own hangover, like a squirrely goblin.

There was a board room that looked empty through the small window. Charlie opened the door with his elbow, shouldering in without investigating further. He nearly jumped when he turned around and realized he wasn’t alone. But who was... 

Charlie blinked two very red eyes in the direction of this other person. A woman. She was pretty. She was...

“Hope?”

She wasn’t wearing her glasses so he hadn’t been able to tell immediately. But yes, that was definitely Hope. He had no idea what she was doing by herself in this room, but considering she was Switzerland relative to his life at the moment, he could accept her company. He looked down at himself almost in apology for how wrecked he was.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he said with a friendly smile. He glanced to the side, where a row of windows let in the bright white light cast from the blizzard still raging outside. He looked back to Hope. “This is wild, isn’t it?”

@hopekang​

[itsmydreamlifethings]

Requested by @scorpionchild81:

Henry x reader: after some months apart, due to Henrys career - they end up in the bedroom after a super romantic evening. As they almost rip each others clothes of, their lovemaking is intense, rough and steamy! Its gets to the point to that she passes out in the heat of the moment...

Warnings: All the smut: Language, Oral, Fingering...hell, all of it. (18+. You’ve been warned.) Do not repost anywhere outside of TUMBLR!

The moment you stepped foot inside the airport, your heart quickens. You’ve been dating Henry for a year now, but he’s been gone for three whole months, working on a brand new project. The thought of seeing him again, flesh and bone, made your entire body tingles with nerves and excitement.

It seemed like an eternity passed before finally you see him. His huge frame standing on the descending escalator, surrounded by other people. He has his assistant a couple of staff, as he insists he doesn’t need body guards or anyone to really draw more attention to him. 

His eyes spot you immediately and he grins. Your heart races so fast you can hear it in your ears. He comes over, drops his bag on the floor and wraps you into his arms. The warmth of his body pressed so closely to yours is like heaven. You have missed his cologne, a musky and citrusy blend, and the way his muscles tighten and then release as you mold into him.

“Baby, finally,” he whispers then pulls back slightly. He kisses you gently on the lips, but it’s brief. You’re both not huge fans of making out in public, especially in front of his staff, but of course he couldn’t wait to greet you properly with a soft kiss.  You take his appearance in. You’ve facetime with him a million times the last three months, but in person he’s even more handsome. He’s clean shaven, wearing a navy blue sweater that brings out the steel color of his eyes. 

“Let’s go home, beautiful,” he says and snaked an arm around your waist as you leave the airport.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

You and Henry had rented a place together about five months ago. It’s a penthouse in the heart of NYC and even though you’re both more into a countryside living, you both agreed this location suits your life and career at the moment.

By the time you’re back home and get settled, it’s evening. You had prepared a lovely welcome home dinner for Henry, which he devoured. Away from the cameras and his staff, his demeanor has changed from careful to downright touchy and clingy. You’re not complaining.

Slipping away for a few moments, and feeling grateful your boyfriend is back for a long while, you stare outside the wall size penthouse window. Millions of little lights glare as NYC’s night life begins to stir. Somehow the lights and commotion sooth you, almost lulling you into a lazy feeling.

Just then, Henry’s arms snake around you as he presses his chiseled body against your back. His lips nip and kiss your neck, his hot breath tickling you. You angle your neck, making space for him.

“Baby, I missed you so much,” he whispers. Hs voice is a deep growl, one you have missed so dearly. It comes out when Henry’s lustful side comes out in full force.

“I missed you too,” you coo. 

“Yeah? Show me,” he counters, but before you can even answer, he flips you around and pushes you against the enormous window. You gasp, his body pressing close to you, closing any distance. He kisses you, softly at first, but then his tongue finds its way inside your mouth, and once it meets your tongue, they can’t help but engage in a passionate dance. His lips and tongue taste amazing. 

His hands slide under your dress and you can tell that both of your pent up sexual frustration is about to culminate. He practically tears your panties off, and before you know it he has thrown you on the couch, slipping two fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” he groans, your wetness dripping all over his fingers. “You did miss me, baby.” He pumps his fingers and curls them with each thrust in, hitting your g-spot in the most delicious way. But that’s ho sex with Henry has always been. He knows exactly where your spot is and knows how to work it too. Soon, you’re unleashing the best, overdue orgasm on his hand, and he grunts, the feeling of your juices on him driving him wild.

You’re relishing in the last waves of your orgasm as Henry grabs your thighs and places them over his shoulder as he crouched between your legs. 

“Henry--” you moan, but he’s already in the zone, his tongue burying inside your folds and sensually licking up the evidence of your orgasm. 

“I missed the way you taste,” he murmurs, then plunges his tongue again and follows it with a nibble. “So sweet.”

The way he’s eating you surprises you with a second orgasm, another wave of pleasure peaking into ecstasy. Your heart is beating rapidly and you’re trying to catch your breath as Henry pulls back and grins at you. He reached up to your face, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his lips. 

Then he picks you up and throws you over his shoulders, carrying you to your bedroom. He throws you down on the king size bed and steps back. He starts by peeling out of his t-shirt, revealing the hard, thick muscles he’s been working hard of for the last project. You eye him with delight, still not believing this gorgeous, sexy man is all yours.

When he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down together with his briefs you feel another bout of lust come over you. His dick is completely erect, so hard and veiny that it reminds you again how he stretches you when he’s inside you.

In one quick stride, he returns to the bed and grabs your hips. It’s clear he is so aroused, so impossibly hungry for you, and so pent up with sexual energy, that he is going to devour you like a savage. Flipping you around on all fours, he clenches your hips tightly, forcing your ass up higher. Most of the time, he takes slow deliberate thrusts, easing his big member inside you. But now, starving for you, he isn’t about being gentle.

He pushes in deeply, making you cry out. His cock pushes against your walls, stretching and splitting you in the most amazing way. You moan lewdly, unsure how you’d be able to tolerate another mind blowing orgasm. Within minutes, Henry’s pumping inside you, hard and fast, his usual coordinated rhythm dominated only by his need to have you, to fill you up, and to take what’s his. His thrusts are deep and violent, and although you are hypnotized by the way he takes you, loving the way he claims you, you’re feeling light headed. He drains you for a long time, pumping and thrusting, over and over again, his stamina topping any other great sex sessions you ever had. His hand grasps your hair and pulls your head back. You can see his darkened eyes. They’re filled with animalistic need, his thirst for you reaching a brand new level.He loves seeing your long, dark hair curtaining down your back. He yanks on the strands, eliciting a loud, sinful scream from you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet, sweetheart,” he groans, his breathing becoming erratic.

You keep moaning and screaming, each of his thrust a mixture of ecstasy and pain.You feel his dick tremble inside you as the head slams into your cervix, and much to your shock, another orgasm begins to roll inside you. Henry’s own release is coming and he decides to move back onto his haunches and bringing up to ride him as you still have your back to him. An orgasm overtakes you both as he slams you up and down his cock, his strong hands grasped at your hips, sure to leave some nasty bruises. He spills inside you, a loud groan erupting from his chest and a cry from yours.

You fall onto the mattress, sweat layering your body and tears of pure joy and a sensitivity running down your face. Henry rolls next to you, patting your back.

“I-I need water,” you whimper, barely able to catch your breath. You stand up but a foot away from the bed, you feel so lightheaded that the room spins. You fall to the ground, blackness overtaking you until your eyes close and you pass out.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

“Shit, babe, are you ok?” Henry’s voice trails over to you as you open yours.

You watch him, his curls still dampened by sweat and sticking to his forehead. He has his cell phone in his hand, the other one behind your head. You’re lying back on the bed, still naked, and he places the cell down.

“I should call 911,” he says, worry causing worry lines on his forehead.

“What? No, no, I am fine.”

“Y/N, you passed out, I should call an ambulance,” he counters.

You giggle and sit up on your elbows. You still deel a bit dizzy and probably dehydrated, but you are feeling back to yourseld. “And tell them what? I fucked my girlfriend until she fainted.”

His face turns red and he smiles sheepishly. “Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You caress his face. “You didn’t, Henry. It was just a .....wonderfully rough lovemaking session. My blood pressure spiked, I am dehydrated, and I just got fucked within an inch of my life.” You smile at him and wink. “Just get me some water, honey, I’ll be ok.”

He leans in and kisses you. “You sure? I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You savour the taste of his lips. “I promise.”

“Okay, but it’s nothing but cuddles and rest fo the night,” he warns. He gets up and heads to the kitchen to grab you a drink. Once back in the bed, he tucks you in, and takes his side of the bed. He wraps you closed into his arms, your head lying on his chest. He massages your scalp gently and places soft kisses on the top of your head.

“Feeling better, baby?” he asks, heavy concern still lacing his words.

You nod. “Yes. Better than I have in a long, long time.”

[shy-marker-pliers]

Just Catholic School Things (AKA why i became an atheist at age 11)

PSA: everyone’s religious experience is obviously different. i’m just talking abt my experiences here and i’m in no way speaking for everyone who ever went to a catholic school lol.

Ok my parents are catholic and because of that i went to a small catholic school for eight years (preschool-grade 6) and hoo boy it was Something. tw for religion, religious trauma, all that good stuff.

UNIFORMS UGHHHH (the only colors we were allowed to wear were red, white, black, and sometimes you could get away with very dark navy blue)

you could choose from this wide variety of options: long or short sleeved polo shirt (has to be tucked in), black dress pants or dress shorts. sometimes they’d let you wear a sweater or cardigan but only if it was red or black. you could also wear a jumper dress as long as you had black/white tights and dress shoes. also the dress had to be black and red plaid.

we only got to go without uniforms if we were having pajama day which only happened like once a year, twice if we were lucky.

having to wear clothes like that for so long is probably the reason why i live in hoodies and sweatpants now lol

Asking my mom if she would sacrifice me if god told her to and her saying yes (i was in FIRST GRADE)

crying for hours and saying that i’m going to hell because i lied about having seen a movie (second grade)

teachers deadass saying that u only go to heaven if you’re the right religion (catholic) and even then you still had to follow all the rules or else you’d go straight to hell

having to tell a priest my darkest sins (this was not optional, everyone was required to do this twice a year)

people in my class thinking that you couldn’t be friends with someone if they were a different religion than you

having to learn cursive ughhhh (jokes on them tho cause now i can read cursive but refuse to write in it out of pure spite)

not being allowed to sing non-religious songs for our yearly christmas concert

being required to speak in church (readings, lord hear our prayer, gospel, stations of the cross, etc) which was hell for ppl that have a fear of public speaking. 

also along with that we had to sing in the choir and be altar servers (again, this was non-negotiable)

ALSO ALSO whenever there was a funeral at church they would make 3 of the 5th and 6th graders miss recess and lunch and altar serve for it, and since there weren’t a lot of us we all had to do it at least once. i’m talking 10-11 year olds not getting to eat and having to spend an hour and a half plus wearing a whole ass robe in a building with no heating or cooling units full of crying people and a dead body 

the only compensation i ever saw for that was a lollipop btw.

im sure that didnt affect anyone in any way

being super fucking clueless about the world around me until like the middle of 7th grade because, whether intentional or not, i was being sheltered

not knowing gay ppl were a thing until 4th grade and only because i overheard my grandma being homophobic and asked what she was talking about

having shit social skills because my entire school, from preschool to 6th grade consisted of about 80 people, including teachers and i had known the same kids since preschool, so i never had to make new friends.

we also had one teacher for multiple grades (for example, 3rd and 4th grade shared a classroom and teacher, 5th and 6th grade did the same)

going to church every week was literally a part of school. every friday we’d get to class, be there for like 10 minutes to listen to morning announcements, and take a 3 minute walk to church. then we’d spend like an hour and a half there and go back to class

and don’t even get me started on lent, advent, adoration, and benediction.

ok i’m gonna get started anyway

fyi advent is the 22-28 days leading up to xmas. lent is 40 days long, not counting sundays, and lasts from ash wednesday to holy saturday (the day before easter).

so every day during lent and advent we all had to gather in the hall or outside and say a decade of the rosary. for those unfamilliar this means saying one our father, followed by ten hail marys, and one glory be. so that’s like 12 minutes of our time that we could’ve been using to idk learn math. 

and on fridays and mondays we had to do 2 to make up for the weekend so double the time wasted yayyy

we weren’t really allowed freedom of expression either. we were told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it, and that’s it. even in art class.

i understand art teachers having everyone do the same style of project (ie: make a watercolor paining, sculpt something, etc.) but ours legit had us do THE EXACT SAME THING.

like, one time we were doing origami and instead of being like “ok here’s some paper and some designs to choose from go wild kiddos” the teacher was like “make a crane, a star, and an envelope. they all have to be different colors and you can’t use white or black paper. ok go.” 

total bullshit tbh

ill talk more abt her later cuz this is getting long lol

anyways thats my spicy religious trauma 4 u

but jokes on them cause now i’m an nb pan anarcho-communist lmao

[zambie-trashart]

Holy Drummer: Chapter 3

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Summary: Facing religion, sexuality, and music is not what Alex sighed up for when his parents convinced him to help out those who were far from God. Can he handle his two newest challenges named Reggie and Luke?

Chapter 3: He’s in the Missionary Position

“Luke!” a voice called Luke out of his slumber and he looked up to see it was seven in the morning. “Luke honey church starts in an hour get up and get ready!” Emily’s voice called up to her son’s bedroom and he sighed rolling over his knees hitting the floor dragging his blanket off the bed with him and a pillow still in his hand. He stood up walking over to his closet to see a dress shirt and black pants picked out for him to wear. He flung his shirt and boxers off replacing his underwear quickly before pulling his pants and shirt on taking himself in in the mirror.

“This better be worth it,” Luke said walking down the stairs to the table which was set with a light breakfast. Luke looked at his mother questioningly, she would never make something so simple for Sunday breakfast.

“They serve food after the service too honey, and that’s where you’ll meet Alexander. His parents did assure us that he’s a very nice boy,” Emily said and Mitch looked through the newspaper.

“Be on your best behavior today ok son?” Mitch looked at his son for reassurance.

“Of course dad,” Luke said smiling at his father who nervously looked back down at his newspaper.

Reggie fought Marla to get on her dress, the seven-year-old ran around her room giggling in only shorts, a tank top, and a pair of blue mary janes.

“Marla come on,” Reggie urged her and his mother came into the room patting his head laughing at his sister only to glare at him on the way out of the room pulling slightly at his hair before walking down the hall to get her pearls. Marla had slipped into her navy short dress and ran over to Reggie pulling on his red tie getting him to look at her.

“I love you, Reggie!” Marla yelled and jumped into his arms making him tear up a little. It had been days since someone who wasn’t Luke said that.

“I love you too Marla,” Reggie said petting down her hair which was sticking up. “Can I fix your hair before church?” Reggie asked and Marla giggled climbing down him before dragging him to her bed to do her hair.

“Can you do a braid this time Reggie?” Marla asked, her green eyes were full of hope and wonder that Reggie wished the world would never extinguish.

“Of course.” Reggie’s parents watched their children in Marla’s room hoping that Reggie would be fixed soon so they could love their precious son again.

Sara groaned, her hair wasn’t working with her again and Alex adjusted his tie in her room eyes blinking rapidly as he sprayed hair spray in his hair frowning as he pushed his blonde bangs back.

“Are you ready, it didn’t seem like you practiced last night?” Sara asked not wanting her brother to freeze up in front of the congregation cause he didn’t remember the words, she would save him of course but she wanted him to sing the whole song for once.

“I know this one inside and out backward and forward Sara, this has been my favorite since we were kids,” Alex said going over the words in his head once again and she threw him his blazer while putting her earrings in smiling at her little brother. She could see he was starting to stress himself out and needed to get him out of his head.

“I’m glad cause I’m not saving your ass this time,” Sara said pulling her grey sweater over her head and slipping into her heels running out the door and he followed her out to the car, and Caroline and Phillip looked as their kids got in Sara’s car laughing together and walked outside.

“Get there safely ok!” Caroline called out waving to her kids who waved back still giggling.

“Let’s do it!” Sara yelled top down over her convertible blasting Christian rock smiling as the hymn her brother would be singing came on and they sang it together horribly out of pitch feeling themselves relax and Sara smiled seeing the anxiety fade out of his body and his eyes shining bright again.

Sara parked her car and got out seeing someone was already there opening the door and setting up. “Why thank you, good sir,” Sara said, holding Alex’s hand dragging him in and the man laughed holding the door open for them. The piano was there for Sara to play and the chair were set up for the choir and a bunch of pews set up for the congregation to sit in. Sara rubbed her brother’s shoulders as he looked out at the wooden seats anxiously.

Sara dragged him to the back as the room started to fill up with people to take some stress off of him.

“Lexi?” Sara asked, trying to get her brother to at least glare at her. “Lexi!” she tried again and Alex looked up with a “really” look in his eyes.

“I’m fine Sara, I just don’t want to screw up again,” Alex said, rubbing his wrists and biting his lip.

“You won’t cause I’ll be right there with you,” Sara said making it seem like he wasn’t about to sing in front of the biggest congregation in LA which had hundreds of people coming.

“If you weren’t, I would be very pissed and nervous,” Alex said, elbowing her before hearing their father tell everyone to take their seats. “Come on.” The two took their seats near the choir who smiled at the siblings and spoke quiet reassuring words to Alex.

Alex listened to his father preach and the congregation respond thanking God silently for making this the longest sermon he had ever heard.

“...Amen!” Pastor Joyner finished arms flung up in the air smiling at the people and Sara got up pulling Alex with her and she moved to the piano and Phillip passed his son the microphone. Alex looked over the congregation before taking a breath in squeezing the microphone and looking up from the floor opening his mouth to sing.

“Well, Emily, you look lovely today,” Lauren Shada said, holding the door for Emily and Mitch, smiling politely at Luke before grimacing when he turned away. Reggie held Marla’s hand since his father was too busy finishing off a bottle of whatever and throwing it on the pavement before walking into the church.

“Oh, Lauren you’re too kind,” Emily said to the woman she had been friends with since Luke and Reggie were in diapers. “We should find a spot together,” Emily suggested and the back row was the only one left with just enough space for all of them when Marla sat on her mother’s lap. Mitch and Roy talked quietly, Emily and Lauren gossiped about things that Reggie and Luke didn’t understand, and Marla was quickly switched to her brother’s lap when Lauren got heated in conversation. The lights started to flicker on and off and the man from the previous day took to the stage in a robe with a loud voice and a microphone shouting out to the people.

Luke and Reggie were bored already and a twenty-minute sermon was preached to them and then suddenly a blonde girl and boy took the man’s place obviously going to do something musical. Luke couldn’t help but notice how nervous the boy looked but he took a deep breath in and looked up at the crowd of people blinking fast before words started to come out through the voice of a low tenor which was just right.

“When peace like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well, with my soul. It is well with my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul.” Luke looked at him in shock, this boy was good. Reggie elbowed him wanting to see his reaction to the blonde and was pleased to see that they were on the same wavelength.

“Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blest assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and hath shed His own blood for my soul. It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul). It is well, it is well with my soul.” People had started to join the boy now and the girl playing the piano had sung a bit with him adding a nice vocal mix.

“My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought. My sin, not in part but the whole, is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul. It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul). It is well, it is well with my soul. It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul). It is well, it is well with my soul.” The people clapped and Reggie found himself staring at the boy and getting up to clap with the rest of the people.

“Catholic boys are pretty,” Reggie whispered to Luke who laughed before nodding signifying that he agreed with Reggie’s statement.

The rest of the service was pretty bland compared to that but when they moved to a different room with food and people walking around talking to each other, church seemed to not be so bad. Two girls approached them and started talking and flirting with them and to try and seem as straight as possible, they indulged them for the time being. It’s not like either of them didn’t like girls as well, they just loved each other more than they did any girl that was around.

Alex’s blonde parents moved over to them smiling arms out welcoming them. “Luke and Reggie, we’re so glad that you made it, Alexander is just wrapping something up with an elderly couple who just loved his voice today. I can’t even believe it myself, must be a miracle that he got through the whole thing without slipping up,” Caroline praised and Reggie and Luke’s eyes widened.

“Wait, so that guy who was singing earlier was…” Reggie started and Caroline and Phillip nodded.

“He’s our boy and the piano player is our daughter Sara, such gifted musicians, we tried to give them as much time they needed before playing before people,” Caroline assured them smiling sweetly and two blonde copies of the adults before them walked up, Alex looking nervous and Sara smiling brightly.

“Hey there,” Sara said holding her hand out for them to shake. “I’m Sara,” she introduced herself with a glint of mischief in her eyes making Luke and Reggie a little nervous. Alex held his hand out too not saying anything until Sara elbowed him in the side.

“Hi, I’m Alexander, call me Alex though, unless you don’t want to then you don’t have to,” the blonde rambled until Sara hit in in the side again with a short “Lexi” coming out of her mouth trying to stop her brother from digging a deeper hole than he was already in.

“Nice to officially meet you, Alex, I’m Reggie,” Reggie said smiling gently at Alex like he was a scared puppy.

“I’m Luke.” Luke followed by Reggie’s example and Caroline smiled at the kids getting along and excused herself to go deal with some church stuff.

“I’ll go with mom just in case she needs any help, nice meeting you Luke and Reggie,” Sara waved over her shoulder and Alex looked after her with pleading eyes not wanting to be alone with Luke and Reggie just yet. He turned around smiling awkwardly.

“You have an amazing voice,” Reggie complimented and Alex blushed muttering out a thanks. “You need to own your awesomeness, your voice is amazing and you should really appreciate the gift you have of moving people through song, I heard a grandma crying dude,” Reggie said nudging Alex who smiled laughing slightly.

“Yeah I guess I do have a gift.” Alex liked having them to talk to.

“Well, Reggie and I are in a band with another guy from school named Bobby, maybe you could join,” Luke said wanting to spend more time with Alex outside of church and conversion stuff.

“I play the drums but my parents want my music to be strictly God related, I wish I could join though, it sounds cool.” Reggie and Luke looked at each other in victory. They knew what they had to do, they had to get Alex to join their band and fall in love with them so they could have him all to themselves. They couldn’t exactly have Alex’s god loving parents third-wheeling in the relationship either. That didn’t matter though, they were going to get Alex whether he liked it or not.

[bettycooperoutfitwatch]

2x22 Chapter Thirty-Five: Brave New World

End of season 2!!!!!!!!

I had a bit of difficulty in the latter half of season two (maybe you noticed). In costuming, there’s a point about two thirds into the season where I struggle to see a perspective in the wardrobe choices being made. This isn’t a wardrobe department’s fault (although it can be). Wardrobe takes its cues, first, from the script, and by that I don’t mean costumes are dictated in the writing (although, yes, sometimes they are). Rather, the script is the foundation on which all matters of production of an episode of television are built, wardrobe included. Television is a writer’s medium, or so it is often argued.  

We start in Jug’s dream state, which is always a fun place to visit. Betty wears her B pendant, and a black coat that is actually new to us. 

And carries Jug’s hat. 

Addendum: @heartunsettledsoul​ pointed out that I failed to make mention of her crown earrings, which, wild, because fandom was all about those earrings when they first popped up on social. My oversight. 

In my defense they’re hard to see!! Anyway, putting his girlfriend in crown studs during his death-dream—I see u Jughead. 

“Jughead to his friends.” How do you think he felt about them putting his full-ass name on his headstone? I actually think he secretly wouldn’t mind. Kid is very family proud, and wouldn’t introduce himself as Jughead Jones the Third if he wasn’t. 

We’ve seen Betty in several sweaters of this raspberry color. 

And yet the v-neck on this one actually suggests it’s brand new to us lmao. What’s to be said, beyond that a girl loves a raspberry pink sweater?

Please note the cozy socks. And the beanie, on top of Jug’s blanket, which narratively connects us to the dream that opened the episode. Perhaps she was holding onto it for him. 

Betty says she wants to atone for her father’s sins, which always makes me a little sad. That’s not her work to do. But this idea is something Riverdale will tease out over the third season and actually into the fourth. 

(Ice cream letterman, envelope purse.)

The neon pink of the Xs are kind of great on top of this cream color. This sweater’s doing quite a bit, with the varying knits and stitches, which seems to make it a true Betty Cooper Sweater. 

And then she goes and apologizes to Fred? Who, rightly, is like ‘girl, not your fault.’

Betty and Polly play with the twins on the floor of the living room. 

Betty wore this sweater when Jughead first kissed her back in 106. 

CHEEKS.

Interstitial moment: Boys eating their feelings. 

Now we must acknowledge a timeline oddity.

This Betty-in-a-white-sweater-on-the-living-room-floor-with-the-babies scene takes place on a different day than the previous Betty-in-a-white-sweater-on-the-living-room-floor-with-the-babies scene. Jug and the Serpents escape the Whyte Wyrm and the Southside, at night, between these two scenes. What’s up? 

Filming with babies. Filming with babies happens under very strict time constraints (note the babies don’t get a costume change either.) That’s probably our reason. They’re in, they’re out, there’s no time to do a costume change. You make due. It’s probably why she’s wearing an incredibly nondescript sweater.

As it is, I didn’t even notice until this moment. So. Shrug. 

If this sweater looks familiar, that’s because it’s a sister to the one Betty wore in 211. This iteration is a little tamer; perhaps it indicates Betty’s desire towards innocuousness, as the daughter of notoriety. It’s also this navy color, a darker palette than Betty usually dons, but not unheard of by any means.

Here young Elizabeth wears blue sheets and this weird gold honeycomb duvet. Carry on, girl. 

PS Polly’s back from her sojourn to the West Coast and/or 1967. RIP Headband Polly, all rise for Earth Mother Polly. 

[It’s not relevant to our subject here, but this is an...oddly tone deaf moment, especially for Riverdale. Why the choice to include the American national anthem, at a moment when its performance was a topic of great conversation in the culture? And to make a black woman sing it? (Who else would have to sing it but Josie, she’s the chanteuse.) Just things I wonder about. Season 2 was weird.]

We finish in a multi-color crewneck knit with a chevron detail. It’s just a sweater, but it’s also a marled knit with a riot of color that you only notice if you look really closely at what’s going on. Read into that what you will. 

Summary: It’s complicated: 1 dream outfit, 6 irl outfits, 1 of which is worn on 2 different days, and one instance of Betty in her all-together. How many is that? 

Key necklace appearances: no, we haven’t seen key necklace in an age 

Is Betty a River Vixen??: the Vixens open this inauguration pep rally, so she would not appear to be one

That backpack?: ...I forgot to look but also that says to me no??

Best outfit: I’m partial to that white sweater with the pink x details. Carven? Whew, yes. 

Slave to the aesthetic. 

Season 3 let’s goooooooooooo.

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BTS - Coffee Date (Suga x Jeong-sun)

This is part of our headcanon universe and ongoing storyline (post military enlistment) and takes place a week after Yoongi fixes Jeong-sun’s boiler in ‘A Change of Plans’.  

(The ex girlfriend mentioned by Yoongi in this is Kim, who is the focus of our earliest Yoongi headcanon fic ‘Suga’s first gf cheats on him’.) Warnings for brief mentions of drugs.

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Jeong-sun inhaled the sweet scent of sugar-sprinkled pastries and roasted coffee beans in the chilly winter air of the narrow street. She hugged her arms across her navy sweater, hooking her handbag into the crook of her armpit as she peered through the glass door of the coffee house on the corner, into the cosy space beyond. Yoongi was waiting patiently for her by the refrigerated unit which housed the chilled drinks, dressed casually in a slender pair of black jeans and a cream ribbed sweater. She noticed his hair had grown some more despite having last seen him only the week before and she had to fight the rising nerves she felt as she grasped the door handle.

Over the past week, the giddy feelings of sickness she had experienced since he visited her apartment slowly began to disperse as her memory of their final moments together in her bedroom, faded. The fierce, longing way he had looked at her as she presented herself in the doorway, wearing the new dress she had bought with him in mind, was starting to feel like something which had happened to someone else; more surreal as the days passed. With a deep breath, she opened the door and was relieved when he glanced at her with nothing more than casual pleasure at her having finally shown up. The bell above the door tinkled softly, indicating her arrival, and he stepped forward to greet her by the counter.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” She mumbled, joining him in the line of customers waiting to be served. “The traffic near the river was awful.” 

He shook his head, letting her know it was okay. A low murmur of background chatter floated from the dozen or so tables dotted around the space; the coffee house was surprisingly busy for 2pm on a weekday and it took them a few minutes to be seen. Yoongi ordered a black filter coffee before turning to Jeong-sun. 

“What are you having?” 

She hesitated, remembering her offer to pay for them both.

“A large latte?” 

He nodded before repeating the order to the barista and she switched places with him as he peered into the glass unit beneath the marble counter, pointing out a pastry to a second server.

“Do you want to try the Colombian blend for an extra 1,000 won?” The barista asked Jeong-sun as he poured Yoongi’s drink, steaming and bitter, from the plastic jug at the back of the counter. 

“Sure.” She smirked a little. “Why not?”

“Can I take both your names?” He asked. 

It took her a moment to realise why he was asking, by which time Yoongi had returned to her side, clutching a brown paper bag with the top corner folded over neatly. He answered the question on both their behalves and leaned forward to pay for the coffees before she could protest. Drinks in hand, they stepped away from the till. She peered over at his paper cup, eyebrow raised. 

“They got your name wrong.” 

“That barista always does.” He shrugged. “I’ve never corrected him.” 

“Do you come here often?” She asked curiously, blowing softly onto her latte from the little gap in the plastic lid.

“I figured coffee was healthier than whisky.” He quipped from her side as he peered around the crowded space, looking for a pair of seats. 

“Not really.” She allowed herself a quick glance at his features, raising her voice a little to be heard over the cries of a baby in the background. “It can increase your cholesterol.”

He pulled a face. “I have that to look forward to then.” He murmured sarcastically and their eyes met as they grinned in unison. “Where shall we sit?” He asked, quickly looking away.

Jeong-sun followed his gaze and glanced around the room. Several push chairs blocked the aisles between them and the few spare round tables and, in one corner, a small boy chased another around a trash can. 

“Shall we take it out?” She said quietly, a slightly bashful grin playing on her lips. She had to deal with unruly children, usually on a sick day from school, enough times in her job at the pharmacy to desire some peace and quiet on her day off. The bemused look on Yoongi’s face told her he felt the same. 

“Good idea.” He turned towards the exit, leading the way from the snug and warm coffee house to the brisk air outside. The streets and buildings in this part of town were old and grey, making a twee contrast to the glass and concrete which adorned the majority of the city. The rectangle clearing in front of the cafe was almost deserted and they mutually headed towards a stone monument in the centre, sitting on the steps which surrounded it. Yoongi waited for her to mount the top step before taking his place on the shorter platform in front of her. Taking a silent sip of coffee in unison and clutching the warm paper cups gratefully, they watched as their breaths turned to steam in the cool air. Basking in the warmth between her hands, Jeong-sun turned around to read the bronze plaque on the plinth behind her. 

“Who's Yi Sun-sin?” She asked. 

“Naval commander. Old.” He shrugged easily, unwrapping the icing-coated pastry from the paper bag in his hand.

“Oh.” She watched as he tore off a crumby corner from the bun and tossed it indifferently into the square.

There was a pause before Yoongi spoke up once more. “Are you cold?” 

She shook her head. “It’s fine.” The stone was a little chilly beneath her backside but her sweater kept the worst of the breeze at bay. His concern brought another question to mind as he broke off another segment of pastry absently and aimed it at the pair of pigeons who had started to gather on the path in front of him.

“Is your boiler holding up?” He asked with curiosity 

She nodded, watching as he tore off another crumbly edge. “You did a good job. I should really pay you.” She thought of the coffee and how she had hoped he would let her pay for them. While she admitted her bank account was tragically low on cash, the work on the boiler had taken several hours and, had he not been so eager to help, she would have had to have found the money for another plumber anyway.  

“It’s fine.” Yoongi murmured, meaning it as he said it and throwing more icing on the concrete. She fell silent, belatedly realising that he would not accept any money no matter how much she tried to convince him. A small gathering of pigeons flocked to the food. “How’s the coffee?” He asked, turning away from the birds that had started to bicker over the lukewarm pieces of pastry. He nodded towards the drink she had placed beside her on the stone seat.

She followed his eye line and took a token sip. “I can really taste the Colombian blend.” She quipped, making him laugh warmly.

“Money well spent?” He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at her. She nodded in reply, feeling her heartrate increase as he briefly met her gaze. He turned back towards the deserted square and began to pick once more at his frosted bun, making her sense that, like her, he was feeling uncharacteristically fidgety.  A larger crowd of birds, drawn to the iced delicacy, had started to crowd at his feet as he pulled apart the last of the crumbs and threw them to the ground.

Jeong-sun laughed softly. “Weren’t you hungry?” 

He shrugged. “It looked nice at the time.”

The sudden sound of synthesised music coming from her handbag took them both by surprise and he turned to watch as she unzipped the leather fastening and reached in to find her phone.

“It’s just my alarm...” She reassured, a little embarrassed as she fumbled around the jumble of items in her bag. Yoongi wondered, not for the first time, how she managed to fit so much into such a small space and how it was possible she seemed to lose so many things once they were inside. He vaguely recognised the tune as being the opening of a song she liked called Blue Monday, but he could not remember the lyrics. The volume got louder as she successfully pulled the black device from the inside pocket, inadvertently disturbing a few lighter items which were sent sprawling onto the pavement, spurred on by a sudden gust of wind.

Yoongi rushed to his feet to retrieve them as she fiddled with her phone, swiping the screen to turn off the alarm. A tube of Mac lipstick landed by his feet and a couple of glossy fliers had flown towards the curb near the coffee shop. Yoongi chased and collected them, glancing at the covers as he strolled back to the monument. He held them out and her small smile when she took them made his stomach flutter pleasantly.

“Thanks.” She banished the fliers and lipstick back into the dark confines of her bag.

“Are you thinking of retraining?” Yoongi asked with interest as he took a seat beside her on the third step. The leaflets had boasted a number of nursing programmes at local universities, the covers illustrated with photographs of women in uniform taking the temperature or blood pressure of elderly patients.

“I just picked it up at a seminar work sent me to.”

Yoongi frowned at her reply, immediately sensing that she was deliberately trying to sound disinterested. He wondered why but didn’t press on, instead changing the topic. “What was it on?”

“The seminar? Colonoscopy bags.”

He couldn’t gather whether she was joking or not, so assumed she wasn’t. “Do you get a lot of those?”

She shrugged. “It’s part of the job.” She confirmed before surprising him by addressing the previous issue. “Another degree would be really expensive, and they send you on a lot of placements.” The thought was clearly still on her mind and Yoongi suddenly realised why she had been reluctant to admit her interest. A moment later, she vocalised his suspicions. “I don’t think I could cover it working part-time.” She admitted with a small, inadvertent slump of her shoulders.

Yoongi sensed immediately that this was something she had debated and researched on her own in their time apart and that her conclusion was both accurate and incredibly unfair. He turned to face her, twisting his body so his covered knees brushed hers absently.

“You could always sell drugs on the side.” He joked, lightening the mood.

She grinned in reply, letting out a soft laugh which filled him with relief. “I don’t know the street price of Aspirin.”

He raised his shoulders nonchalantly. “You could cut it with talc to increase the yield.”

“You seem to know a lot about it.” She smirked.

He shrugged again coolly. “I used to date a weed dealer.” He admitted.

She smiled. “Really? I didn’t know that.” The conversation had taken a slightly unexpected turn but neither seemed to mind. They had surprisingly never explicitly discussed their exes during their time together which, at the time, had felt right. Now, however, she found herself curious and slightly amused to realise that after all this time there were still things she did not know about him. She suspected the feeling was probably mutual for him.

“She kept a plant under the stairs in the record store she worked out.” He explained casually.

“And how did it go?”

“She forgot to water it.”

Jeong-sun snapped her neck back in laughter, the bright sound filling the otherwise silent square. “Not much of a dealer.” She smirked as Yoongi grinned in reply. She thought for a moment. “My first boyfriend collected Lego.”

Yoongi looked at her. “How old was he?”

“Twenty-two.” She chuckled softly. “He made the Death Star.”

“A noble hobby.” He simpered with a gummy grin.  

“I stepped on a piece while getting out the shower.” She paused. “I think it caused our breakup.”

A natural silence fell over them as they watched a mother and child leave the coffee house from across the road. She pushed a stroller along the uneven concrete until they turned the corner towards the nearby park. Jeong-sun’s last comment had stirred an unpleasant memory in Yoongi’s mind which he quickly discarded as he got slowly to his feet. Unbeknownst to him, she was also lost in memory and the sound of his voice snapped her out of her pensive daze.

“Do you have anywhere to be?” He asked.

“No...” She blinked a few times as she looked up at him.

“Shall we walk?” He offered.

“Yeah.” She quickly got to her feet and winced a little at the numb sensation in her arse and thighs as she stood. Yoongi flashed an understanding smile and they stepped off the monument together. A quick glance at her pearl-faced watch confirmed they had been seated there, side by side, for over half an hour and they walked across the square in comfortable silence, unwittingly following the path they had seen the woman and baby taking five minutes before.

“It’s really fresh for a change.” Jeong-sun commented, noticing that she didn’t feel wheezy and tight in the chest like she usually did whenever she spent significant time outdoors without a face mask. Instead, the air was cool but pleasant. A low mist partially obscured the narrow streets, adding to the strange silence of the afternoon. Despite only being meters from the crowded coffee house, the atmosphere felt still and dreamy, as though they were the only two people in the world and had all the time in the world to talk.

“I can smell the salt from the sea.” Yoongi commented as the passageway brought them out at a row of black, metal railings which surrounded a small park. As he said it, Jeong-sun realised he was right, that she could sense an aquatic tang to the air, mixed with the heady scent of florals from the nearby rose garden. She vaguely wondered whether the local council imported flowers which bloomed in the winter.

The scent of the sea reminded him. “Jungkook bought a second apartment in Incheon.” He said.

“Oh?” The oversized sleeve of her jumper brushed against his as they walked closely through the mist.  

“His girlfriend moved there to be closer to her parents.” He explained, passing through the entrance of the garden. He spotted a few people seated on park benches in the distance and the woman with the push chair on the gravel path up ahead, but otherwise the open space was quiet and reflective.

“Do you ever think of moving back to Daegu?” Jeong-sun asked, realising as she said it that she didn’t know much about the city he grew up in. While he had visited Daegu sporadically during their time together, he had never revealed much about his feelings towards the place.

“I went back for a bit when I first came out to stay with my brother.” 

She recognised it wasn’t really an answer and pressed on. “How did it feel?”

He was silent for a moment. “Different.” He paused, thinking. “It was nice to visit.”

His tone told her everything she needed to know. “Just not your home anymore?” She asked quietly.

There was another pause and, in it, Jeong-sun’s heart began to speed before he had even replied. “I have more memories here.” He murmured.

“Me too.” Her reply came out as little more than a breathy whisper as she felt his little finger skim hers, accidently at first, before moving back in a little more bravely and brushing the skin on the backs of her fingers softly. Her breath hitched in her throat as they walked, both looking straight ahead.  

“How are your parents?” He asked, slipping back into the kind of conversation which felt comfortable and familiar. She sensed, despite his politeness, that he was genuinely curious.

“Still divorced.” She quipped, trying to keep her voice steady as she hooked her baby finger around his.

“Is your mom still travelling?” His voice was equally calm on the surface but, Jeong-sun fancied, she could sense his tension beneath, trying his best to hide his nerves. Her stomach and chest trembled at the thought as she nodded in reply to his question.

“She met someone on the internet.” Yoongi looked at her as she explained, wrapping his finger tightly around hers in reply, making her heart flutter. “I thought she was being scammed, but he’s a really nice guy.”

“Where is he from?”

“Australia. He doesn’t speak a word of Korean.” She smirked despite the thudding in her ears.

She saw him pull a face from the corner of her eye. “How does that work?”

“She studied English at university.” She couldn’t help but smile, knowing that Yoongi knew how incompetent she was at attempting other languages. He had once remarked, good-naturedly, that she was even more useless than he was. “They invited me to visit them in Perth next year.” She shrugged.

“That’ll be nice.” She felt his fingertips brush the inside of her hand tentatively.  

“And your dad?” He asked.

She was unaware of when she had last taken a breath for air and wondered how it was possible she was still conscious; if she had been breathing all this time without realising. Her fingers curled against his in response, trailing along his slightly calloused palm and caressing the skin there familiarly. She felt him still against her, before his thumb found her knuckles.

“I think he enjoys being a bachelor.”

“Does he still have his catfish?” The question took her by surprise, breaking some of the tension as she remembered telling him about her father’s strange and slightly eccentric hobby. The fact he recalled this detail after so much time seemed to momentarily melt away the years they had spent apart and, before she realised it, she had slipped her fingers loosely through his.

“Still displayed on his mantelpiece.” She confirmed with a grin. “He’s a part of the family.”

Yoongi smiled in reply, tucking his chin into the neck of his sweater against the cold air as he closed his hand around hers. The loud sound of ringing a second later made him jump as it echoed through the eerily silent park from the depths of her bag. She jolted in surprise beside him as the leather vibrated from the crook of her spare arm and she let go of his hand to undo the metal zipper. The tune was different to the New Order track which had played earlier, and her chest sank as she realised someone was calling.

“Sorry.” She murmured a little timidly, stepping away from Yoongi to answer the device. “Hello?” 

Yoongi watched her as she edged her way over to one of the flower beds, clutching the phone to her ear.

“They went where?” She asked in a baffled and slightly aloof voice. “How many do you have left?” She paused and Yoongi heard the fast blabber of the woman talking on the other end of the phone. “Okay...I’ll pick some up.” She hung up and dropped her cell into her handbag, slowly walking back to Yoongi.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noting for the first time that afternoon how tired she looked. She had attempted to cover the dark circles under her eyes with foundation but the moisture in the air had smudged her makeup, making her look five years older than she was.

She sighed, clearly fed-up. “Hae-won dropped her pain killers down the sink while she was cleaning her dentures.” She explained. The situation and her dead-pan delivery of the news would have, under other circumstances, made him grin, but instead, he felt his chest ache as she turned away from him and began to make a head start back the way they came. “I’ll have to go and fetch her some more.” She sounded exhausted as she trudged through the park and he followed her quickly, catching up as she exited under the iron archway.

“Did you take the bus?” He asked.

“I parked around the corner on double yellows...” She gestured towards a nearby street, as equally narrow as the one they had come down. “I hope I don’t get a ticket.” She added before turning to face him, stopping in her tracks. “I’m sorry about this.” She apologised as she looked at him, her expression hard to read. “Do you need a lift anywhere?”

He thought he sensed a drop of longing in her voice and he shook his head regretfully. “I came in my car too.” He explained. He had paid for a two hour ticket which, he realised, was about to expire. He followed Jeong-sun around the corner and observed that several cars were parked along the curb of the little street. He didn’t recognise her car but her exclamation a moment later confirmed that she had found it.

“Bastards!” She cried out as she walked over to a small navy Ford, closely parked between two other cars. She looked around the street with dismay, realising she would struggle to back it out of the small space. “They weren’t parked when I got here.” She pulled her key from her handbag and Yoongi watched in silence as she got into the driver’s side and started the ignition. It took a few turns of the key for the engine to whirl to life and he took a step closer as she leaned out of the door to grab the inside handle.

 “See you later.” She looked up at him.

“Later...” He murmured in reply as she smiled weakly and closed the door. He stood back and heard the low grunt as the car changed gears and she reversed a few inches into the narrow space behind. He intuitively gestured for her to edge back a couple more inches, catching her expression in the wing mirror as she followed his instructions. He held out his palm, signalling for her to stop before holding up his thumb. The vehicle stayed still as she wound down the driver’s window and gave a little wave, before putting the car into drive and edging out of the space. He waved in reply as she drove off, turning back the way he came, his palm still tingling slightly from her touch.

***

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High-Heeled Heaven

Read Chapter Four: Dsquared2 RiRi Sandals

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: In which Sebastian can’t help but appreciate his girl’s high-heels shoes. Genre: Romance/fluff Warnings: Swearings 1,733 words

Notes: Inspired by Hell in High Heels by Jewelgirl04, I decided to write a little series of drabbles so we can be trash about how Seb likes high-heels. I’m not even sorry. Each chapter will be inspired by a different pair of shoes that I wish I could actually afford, lmao. The link down there provides a better look to the shoes if you want and in the middle of the fic there’s a link for the full outfit. I’m not very happy with this one but I hope you all enjoy! Next chapter we’re finally getting into 2017 Seb. Happy reading! <3

Chapter Five: Valentino Rockstud Pumps

New York is already falling into its usual cold temperatures as Halloween passes by and Thanksgiving rolls around, leaving you to enjoy the holidays at home now that your lastest film is completely wrapped up and set to be in the early stages of post-production.

As neither you or Sebastian have any real Thanksgiving ideas at first, you originally plan to spend the holiday catching up with your lost loved tv shows on Netflix.

God knows how much you’ve been working lately without a single day to just unwind.

But given that your busy schedule hasn’t offered you much time to visit your hometown or your family lately, you decide to indulge Sebastian’s proposed idea to fly in your parents to New York so they can spend a weekend with you after all these long months.

And since this is the first time they’re going to be actual visitors in a place that you now own, you decide to play up a good hostess and set up a nice Thanksgiving dinner for them even though the holiday isn’t something you usually fawn over.

So after picking them up at the airport in that Thursday morning and checking both in a spa hotel for the day, you’re finally able to focus on the night’s plans without any worries.

You love them dearly but you know that they’ll keep hovering over you all day to help even if it’s meant to be a weekend to relax.

Even though you’re a fairly decent cook, you had decided earlier to not ruin the day, prefering to trust your dinner menu to one of Lia’s chef friends who was nice enough to offer her catering services at last minute despite the busy date.

And much to your surprise, the whole dinner arrangement turns out to be easier than you thought.

Now that it’s a few hours into the night and you’re waiting for your parents’ Uber to arrive, you can’t help but be a little suspicious over Sebastian’s suddenly awkward behavior.

“Keep frowning and your face is getting stuck like that.” You tease him with a little grin as he sits on the other side of the kitchen’s counter, elbows on the surface while watching you finish the last fruit plate by the sink. “I love your pretty face too much to let it waste.”

Sebastian breaks out of his reverie with a huffed laugh, his expression melting into an amused one though he tries to sound at least a bit offended at your playful words.

“So that’s why you’re with me?” He purses his lips as a way to maintain his façade, rising his eyebrows in question when you smile knowingly by the other side of the counter, now standing right in front of him. “Just for my good looks?”

Though both of you know that it’s not only because of that, you can’t complain about his looks at all.

Right now is living proof of how amazingly good looking he can be – his hair perfect styled in a fluffy mess  as a light shade of stubble covers his cheeks, somehow looking perfect with his burgundy sweater, leather jacket and a pair of pants that look sinful around his thighs. So, nope...you’re most definitely not complaining.

“That and a few other things that shall not be mentioned right now.” You reply with a wink that he chuckles at instantly, shaking his head at your antics before you cut the banter. “Are you sure you don’t want to call your mom today? There’s still time to come over.”

“I’m sure.” Seb says assuringly, lips curved up in a kind smile that you can’t help but swoon at before he gives a little nonchalant shrug. “She said they were going out with a few family friends to a restaurant or something.”

You hum in understanding, pretending to adjust a strawberry in the fruit plate as a way to play around until you can get to the point.

You think you might have a slight idea of why he’s acting this awkward and nervous and if your suspicions are right, you might know how it feels to be in his shoes so that’s why you’re trying to approach the matter as easily as you can.

“Okay...so what’s up with you today?” You ask with a little grin, his expression immediately turning into a feigned clueless one that you can’t help but snort at. “I can see you’re fidgeting from miles away, Seb.”

“I’m not.” He denies instantly, a short nervous laugh escaping from his lips as you glance pointedly at him, noting his drumming fingers on the counter’s surface. “What? I’m not– I’m not fidgeting.”

“You can’t tell me you’re nervous.” You state playfully, an amused grin gradually growing on your lips as his sudden silence kinda confirms your earlier suspicious, not failing to make you laugh at his sillyness. “You are, aren’t you? Seb!”

Sebastian can’t help but sigh with your words, his glare on you softening second by second until he gives a little nervous chuckle that you smile at instantly.

Sebastian normally turns out to be a very confident guy. He knows what he’s capable of and he knows how good he looks so that gives him a little boost of confidence at times. He’s charming and knows his way around words if he needs them to act in his favor, often rendering the people around him speechless.

This other side of him is completely the opposite and you still love it anyway.

He can be confident and charming but he can also be vulnerable and nervous when something means a lot to him. Right now it’s exactly that and your heart might have skipped a beat or two at what his reaction truly means behind it all.

“This is my first time meeting your family.” Sebastian says as he runs a hand through his hair, a frown settled between his eyebrows despite the fond smile playing on your lips. “Give me some credit, alright? I’m allowed to be nervous.”

Still grinning like a fool, you don’t waste any time before walking around the counter to wrap him up in your arms. With a content hum and a quick appraising glance to your outfit, Sebastian gladly lets you step into the space between his legs, his hands resting on your hips as you press a kiss to his pouty lips.

From that moment on, it’s just a countdown until he brings up a certain something and you know it. Not that you should be focusing on that right now.

“You’ve met them before, silly.” You finally reply, rolling your eyes playfully as you raise a hand to scratch fondly his stubbly cheeks. “And I know it was just through FaceTime and Skype but still. You flirted with my mother throughout our entire call in the first time.”

As you notice he’s struggling to hold back a smirk, you can’t help but roll your eyes because you still hear a lot from your mom about the day he openly flirted and completely charmed with her after accidentally showing up behind you during the call.

“But it’s not the same and you know it.” Sebastian shakes his head with a huff, his eyes locking with yours as he presses a small kiss to your wrist. “I just wanna make a good impression.”

“You will because you look damn handsome tonight and you’re a natural charmer.” You beam, pressing a last kiss to his lips before stepping away from him with a laugh. “If you only knew how much my mother gushes about you on the phone, though.”

With his hands now falling to his thighs, Sebastian doesn’t say anything as he takes his time on watching you, taking in every piece of your body and every little detail of your outfit as you stand a few steps away from him with a bashful smile, knowing exactly what’s coming next just by his look.

The dress you’re currently wearing is actually your doing, another online purchase as you’d been roaming through some sites before falling in love with the short, navy blue Valentino dress, the space print and loose fit closing the deal for you despite the price.

The shoes, on the other hand, are also from Valentino but have another story.

“You look beautiful.” Seb calls out, nervousness forgotten and mischief all over his voice as you roll your eyes with his flirty demeanor, trying to play off your burning cheeks. “And I love the shoes. I knew it would fit you just right.”

Indulging him with a playful twirl and a pose much like the first time he ever mentioned his liking for your shoes choices back in Toronto, you laugh sheepishly and step further to him again, now palming your hands on his thighs to lean closer and kiss him.

“They did fit just right.” You mumble with a teasing smile against his mouth, his grin widening when you press another quick peck to his lips. “Bonus points to you because Dani said I can wear them with pretty much everything if I need to.”

“What can I say?” He shrugs smugly, a hand on your hip pulling you closer to his body again. “I’m a man of taste.”

With a playful scoff and a tug of his jacket, your lips are meeting in a sweet kiss again. Taking the moment to just enjoy each other properly for the first time during the day, Sebastian’s hands are soon squeezing your hips while your own are buried into his brown locks, messing up his hairstyle even more though he doesn’t seem to care one little bit.

But right when your lips are making its way to his neck and his hands are sliding down to the hem of your dress, your apartment’s intercom starts ringing upon your parents’ arrival.

Pulling away from each other in a haste,  Sebastian can’t help but look slightly grumpy.

“Yes, you are.” You hold back a smile at his funny face, running a hand through the lapels of his jacket before kissing his neck and using the opportunity to whisper in his ear. “And if you’re a good boy tonight, you’ll get to enjoy even more later.”

His face is more than enough to know you have a long night ahead of you. So much to be thankful for.

“I’m counting on it.”

Chapter Six: Gianvito Rossi Plexi Pumps

[shadowcatgirl09]

Sins of the Past~Chapter 1

Post Season 8 AU: While in the midst of her travels Abby contacts Bonnie saying she needs to tell her something important and it can only be said in person. Together they travel to Alaric’s new school for the magically gifted so Abby can introduce her to a young woman. A young woman whom Abby kept secret from Bonnie for more than 20 years.

Constructive criticism please, first time fanfic writer here. Special thanks to @fuckitimfangirling for if it wasn’t for our convos I would’ve gotten around to even writing this! You’re the best!

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Clouds pass by slowly as the plane cruises through the skies over the island of Puerto Rico. Bonnie sits in her seat by the window reading a book. She was returning to Mystic Falls after getting a phone call from Abby saying it was important and she needed to talk in person. Bonnie was pretty apprehensive due to the fact it has been a little over two years since she has been back there.

Stefan was dead, Damon and Elena are in Germany, Caroline was in NOLA, Matt was still the sheriff, Alaric had the girls and opened up a magic institute with Jeremy working there as well. Bonnie spent most of her time traveling, meeting new covens, relief work and just enjoying herself. She'd been in contact with her mother ever since Enzo passed and has been steadily building a somewhat decent mother-daughter relationship.

“So what was so urgent that Abby couldn't just tell her over the phone? Was she in trouble? No, Abby could handle herself...unless it was something magic related?” Bonnie just shrugged and went back to her book, she would figure it out when she got there.

Before she knew it, she had to brace herself for the plane landing at the Lynchburg airport. After gathering all of her luggage she hailed a taxi. She told him to head to Mystic Falls, while on the ride back she called Abby.

She picked up on the second ring. "Ah, Bonnie, I'm glad you called. I want you to meet me at the institute."

Bonnie sighed. "Can I at least drop my things off first?" There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. "Okay, but be quick." She hung up. Bonnie looked at her phone quizzically before putting it back in her purse.

She arrived at her house, the taxi driver helped her carry her things to her door. She gave him a 50 dollar tip along with the fare. As soon as he pulled off, she looked around to make sure no one was watching and waved her hand to make all her stuff disappear into the house. She waved her hand again and her car keys appeared in them. It only took 15 minutes to get to the Institute, she was in awe of the place. The last time she was here, Caroline was showing Alaric the check Klaus had sent so he could get started. He slightly modeled it after the Xavier Institute, she guessed it was to make the kids feel more accepting of the place.

Bonnie could feel the magic of this place pulse through her. It was kind of overwhelming to be honest, she wasn't used to this much magic being around without trouble lurking in the shadows. She spotted her mother standing at the front entrance, taking to a lady - or more like arguing. She parked her car and walked over to them.

"Hey mom," she casually looked over at the lady. "Hello."

The lady's russet colored eyes narrowed in on Bonnie before speaking. "Hello, is she with you?" Glancing over at Abby and back, Bonnie nodded her head. The lady's eyes soften now. "I'm sorry, I'm Tiffany, I'm one of the admins here. For safety purposes, we don't invites vampires in."

Bonnie sucked in a breath. "You do know the founder of this school is friends with vampires right?"

Tiffany stood ramrod straight. "I'm only allowed to let Damon in and she doesn't look like him."

Bonnie looked annoyed now. "Tell Alaric Bonnie's here then."

Tiffany's eyes widened just then. "Oh my! You're THE Bonnie Bennett!? I...It's...I'm so, so sorry! Please come in!"

Bonnie nodded her head in her mother's direction. Tiffany's posture relaxed completely. "If she's with you, it's fine. Please follow me to the office."

They followed behind Tiffany as she lead them to main office. "I've heard so many stories about you, Bonnie. You destroyed hell, defeated Klaus, created another dimension. Your feats are legendary, Ms. Bennett."

Abby looked proud of her daughter while said daughter was shifting uncomfortably in her navy blue cardigan sweater before speaking. "The woman you wouldn't let in desiccated Mikael."

Tiffany abruptly stopped and quickly spun around facing them. "What!?" She practically screeched the word out. "She's a Bennett?! But she's a vampire! Oh...I am so sorry you had to go through that. No witch should ever go through that."

Both Bonnie and Abby eyed her coolly.

"Oh, my brother was turned into one, but died some years back. Anyway...if you'll continue following me." She turned back around and continued walking; they arrived at a set of double doors. She opened one and gestured them inside. She sat down at a desk in the left hand corner. "Now, what can I help you ladies with?"

Abby looked rather uneasy now. She looked hastily looked at Bonnie before looking back at Tiffany. "Give us a moment, please."

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Bonnie looked lost as Abby grabbed her arm pulling out of the office. "Cast a spell so no one will hear us." She muttered the words rather quickly.

Bonnie, still confused, did the chant. She pulled her arm out of her mother's grasp. "Start talking." She said through gritted teeth. "You said you had something important to tell me."

Abby straightened up. "There's a young woman I want you to meet. Hopefully, she's still here." Bonnie just stared at her now. "What? Is she a student or teacher? Why is she so important?"

Abby looked down guilty. "When you meet her, you'll understand." Her mother turned and walked back into the office.

Bonnie walked in a few seconds later.

Abby spoke to Tiffany then, "I need to see a teacher that works here by the name of Alisha Warren."

Tiffany nodded and picked up her desk phone, "Yes, hi Ali, you're needed in the office." She put the phone back on the hook. "She said she'll be a few minutes, she's wrapping up her class."

A minute or two passed with Abby incessantly glancing at Bonnie nervously. She was starting to get fed up with her mother now. "Would you just tell me what's going...on." Bonnie stopped mid-sentence because she felt a presence coming near the office. "Mom, why do I feel...?"

Just then one of the doors opened revealing a young woman roughly the same height as her with caramel skin and curly black hair. She was wearing a plain black t-shirt and baggy camouflage cargo pants. The woman's head turned sharply in her direction, moss green eyes connecting with malachite green ones.

Alisha immediately froze before her eyes connected with Abby's and softened. "Hi, Mrs. Wilson." She paused before speaking a bit quieter. "You're a vampire now. You weren't one the last time I saw you though."

Bonnie's eyes hastily bounced between her mother and Alisha's. If Abby could sweat her hair would be sticking to her skin right about now. She got up, ushering Bonnie and Alisha out the door. Abby looked at Alisha. "Is there some place where we can talk privately?"

Alisha nodded her head. "Yeah, my classroom is empty right now since classes are over for the day."

While dipping and dodging the children running in the halls, Bonnie was staring rather intently at the back of Alisha's head. She felt off, she had the same feeling she had when she met Lucy for the first time, but something felt different too. They walked up a flight of stairs before making a right turn and stopping in front of a classroom.

She turned to them with a smile on her face. "Well here we are." She opened the door and went inside. "Pick any seat you want."

Abby let out a shaky breath. "It would probably be better if we all stood for this. Bonnie cast that spell again."

Bonnie chanted it again.

Abby took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. "Alisha, you grew up so beautifully and from what I can tell you have better control of your magic. Your adopted parents have taught you well."

Alisha looked baffled now. "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson-wait my adopted parents? No, I think you're mistaken."

Abby sighed and turned to Bonnie. "Bonnie please tell me you feel it. That shared feeling of magic between family members."

Both women gasped and looked at each other. Alisha started shaking her head frantically. "No, no, no, no, no, that's not possible, sure my birth parents are witches...but I'm not..." She collapsed into her chair her head in her hands. She started mumbling. "You would visit my house, speaking with my parents in hushed tones." She looked up now. "I always just thought something was off when I was around you because there's something wrong with my magic. But that's not the case is it? What am I to you?"

Abby looked ashamed before setting her eyes resolutely on Alisha. "I'm your biological mother."

Alisha gawked at her.

Bonnie finally spoke up after absorbing all the info spread out just now. "When did you manage to have her? Before or after you dealt with Mikael?"

Abby connected eyes with her first born. "After. I was 4 months pregnant with her at the time I went after him. That's why her magic's tainted, it's mixed with dark magic. I had her a month after I recovered from desiccating Mikael. Since I couldn't really carry around a newborn baby I got in contact with some old witch acquaintances and gave her to them. I didn't want her involved in my drama."

Bonnie just glared at her then.

Alisha got out of her chair, lashing out at Abby now. "So I was just some burden to you?! All those times you came to visit me and said nothing! Why couldn't you just tell me?!"

Abby had the audacity to look hurt. "It's like I said, I didn't want you involved in my drama, you were much to young. Please try to understand."

She reached out a hand to grab Alisha but the young woman side-stepped her. "Don't you dare touch me! You could've told me this sooner, but I guess your little mundane family was more important though, right?" She grew eerily quiet before speaking again. "Is it because I'm tainted with dark magic? You thought I would bring trouble to your home if you brought me there?"

Abby's eyes widened. "No! That wasn't it at all! Alisha please-"

She cut her off. "No! You don't get to use that excuse anymore! Your life was absolutely fine without me in it! You lived right near me in bliss with your family knowing your biological child wasn't that far away from you!"

Abby looked down, eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I thought you would be better off without me."

Alisha glared at her. "Sorry won't cut it. I hate you." She looked at Bonnie and her eyes filled with tears before she ran out of the room. On her way out of the room, she accidentally bumped into Jeremy. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jeremy." He didn't even manage to get a word in edgewise before she was around the corner out of his sight.

Bonnie continued to give Abby a death glare. "So just to make sure I'm getting this right, all this time I had a younger sister that you decided I shouldn't know about? A sister that lived right near you, another grandchild Grams could've-could have learned about, another child dad-" Bonnie choked on her words, she took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Abby tried to gently take her hands, but she put them in her cardigan pockets. "Bonnie listen I couldn't have her find out about you. She would've wanted to meet you and then she would've gotten caught up in the Salvatore's mess and I refused to let that happen. How many times did you risk your life for those people? Think about all the pain and suffering they put you through, the literal hell you went through for them. Would you have wanted that to happen to your sister too?"

Bonnie looked offended now. "Those people were there for me when you weren't. They're my friends."

It was Abby's turn for her eyes to narrow. "The same friends that put their relationship problems above you? The same friends that gave maybe 25 percent, 45 if they really needed your magic while you gave them nothing but your full loyalty? Loyalty they didn't deserve. Those same friends?"

If looks could kill Abby would be dead at that moment. “Well, maybe if you had stuck around instead of shacking up with some guy and his son playing mom that could have been avoided.” Bonnie swiftly left the room leaving Abby to wallow in the mess she made by herself.

Leaving the classroom she bumped into Jeremy. A smile formed on her face upon seeing her ex. "Hey Jer, it's been a while."

He smiled back at her. "Yeah it has, hasn't it? We should catch up sometime."

"We really should do that." Bonnie shifted uncomfortably now, "Um, did Alisha run pass here by any chance?"

Jeremy looked confused now. "Yeah, and she was crying too. Never seen her get like that before. What's going on Bon?"

"Which way did she go? I need to know Jer." She looked slightly antsy now.

"Uh, she went out the front doors, probably headed to the teachers' quarters. I'm not busy I can show you how to get there." Jeremy said while peering at Bonnie worriedly now.

"Oh, I - uh - no I got it. I'll see you later." She darted off in the direction of the front doors.

"Okay." Jeremy just scratched his head and quickly peered in the classroom. He saw Abby sitting there with her head in her hands and suddenly understood everything. He'll wait for Bonnie to tell him everything on her own terms.

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After getting outside, Bonnie closed her eyes and concentrated on finding Alisha's magic. It wasn't easy with so many magic users around. Where did Alaric find all of these people? With the mess Damon and Stefan brought with them to Mystic Falls she half expected most of the supernatural people to be dead. Or they probably went into hiding, not that she could blame them.

Bonnie's eyes shot open. "Ah-ha! Found you!" When she finally located her magic it was...weird. It was kind of hard to explain. She tracked her down at her little apartment on the west side of the institute.

All she had to do was drop her name and the security just let her in, she headed straight for the second floor. When she arrived to Alisha's floor she rounded the corner near her apartment, she saw that her door was ajar.

A young male voice rang out. "Um Ms. Warren is it cool if I come to you for private lessons with my magic?"

It was quiet for a moment before she heard Alisha speak. "Sure thing Kyle, but I better not catch you acting up in my class again, understood?"

"I won't Miss Warren, I promise. See you later." The door opened and a blonde curly haired child stepped out.

When her eyes connected with his Bonnie's breath hitched, the boy could almost pass for a kid version of Kai. When he tilted his head in question Bonnie's heart started beating rapidly. "Could Kai have...with some random girl? No just no, not Kai, that was the least of his priorities. Not to mention this kid would have to be younger." She was so busy having an internal dilemma that she didn't hear the kid speak. "Huh?" She was startled out of her stupor by the sound of his voice.

"I said hi are you here to see Miss Warren too." He had a frown on his face now.

Bonnie pulled herself together. "Oh, sorry about that." She tried to smile, but since she was still a little creeped out, it came out rather forced. "Yes I am, I'm here to talk to her about something really important." She could hear Alisha snort in response in the apartment.

"Oh, okay then. Bye!" He gave a huge toothy grin before running off towards the stairs.

Bonnie took several deep breaths before she stepped into her sister's apartment. She casually leaned on the door frame. "We need to talk."

Alisha's jaw clenches and she just stares at Bonnie. She adjusted herself on her couch. "Well, I'm waiting."

Bonnie cleared her throat, walked in and made herself comfortable in a chaise lounge chair across from Alisha. "I..uh...Alright let me start over. Alisha, how much do you know about Ab - I mean Mrs. Wilson?"

Alisha's faced scrunched up while in thought and then relaxed. "She lived down the street from my parents and would often visit, claiming to be a friend of theirs. I would sometimes overhear them talking in the den about how my powers were developing and if I was having any sudden changes." Her eyes were cast downward now. "My tainted magic made my other family members - sorry adopted family - look at me funny."

Bonnie had her hands clasped in her lap. "Alisha Mrs. Wilson's name is hyphenated, it's actually Abby Bennett-Wilson."

Alisha's head shot up, "Wait a minute she's a Bennett? But she's doesn't have her magic anymore. She's a vampire now." She looked confused. "Who turned her?"

Bonnie took a deep breath before responding. "My friend had turned her. It was necessary and complicated." Bonnie stared directly at Alisha now.

She had an unreadable expression on her face and in a monotone voice said. "Go on."

"We're the only ones of the bloodline left that I know of, that still have magic anyway." Bonnie looked slightly ashamed.

Alisha's eyes narrowed, "What happened to everyone else? Were they...turned or..." She swallowed a lump in her throat in fear of the inevitable. "They were killed weren't they? By mostly vampires or something related to them right?"

Bonnie just nodded her head solemnly.

Alisha pursed her lips. "Hmph, so my parents were right about vampires ruining people's lives." Her voice was laced with venom.

Bonnie wanted to dispute that but realized she had a point. If Stefan and Damon hadn't shown up in Mystic Falls, she and her friends would probably be living normal lives. So many people would still be alive. Tyler, Grams, and her dad. Unfortunately the Bennetts always get tangled up with vampires whether they wanted to or not.

The apartment was washed in an uncomfortable silence before Alisha spoke up again. "Okay I need to start hearing some good things, sooo, tell me about the Bennett family!"

Bonnie's head almost snapped from the whiplash, Alisha's sudden mood change caught her off guard. She cleared her throat. "Well we Bennetts are one of the most powerful bloodlines in history. We're descendants of Salem witches." She paused, a smile starting stretch from ear to ear. It felt good to talk about her family origins with another witch, another family member. "Obviously we escaped and settled in Mystic Falls."

Alisha's eyes were lit up. "Witches founded Mystic Falls!? Ooh what else?!" She was practically bouncing in her seat. "The older members, ancestors, did you manage to meet any of them? Were we a large coven?"

Bonnie let out a light laugh. "Yes I've met two, Qetsiyah and Emily." But then her smile dimmed, "Both meetings weren't exactly pleasant." She exhaled a breath to calm herself.

Alisha's smile faded immediately after hearing those words. "I'm-I'm so sorry. Was there ever a time you actually had happiness with the family?" She looked at Bonnie expectantly now.

Bonnie laughed bitterly, "I wish. Grams being alive was the last time I felt safe and happy. Abby left when I was 6, my dad was always at work, so it was just me and Grams and then she-" She sat up straight blinking back tears. "I found Abby again needing her help to defeat Klaus but a whole bunch of other stuff happened and you know the rest. There was also a cousin, Lucy, but she was killed a few years back as well."

Alisha's face was blank, before her mouth turned downward with a frown. "Wait you said Abby left you? She's your-" She took a deep breath and gripped her knees tightly. "I thought she was-” She hunched over, “I'm your-your-" Her body shook, wracked with sobs.

Bonnie had fresh tears in her eyes now. "Sister. I'm your older sister. That's what Abby wanted to say before you left the classroom." She was trying her best to blink back her tears again while Alisha's just flowed freely now. "Alisha..." She said softly as she stood up and walked over. Alisha met her halfway practically flying into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably now. Bonnie held her tightly and finally let her tears fall. "I wish I had met you sooner."

A few minutes passed while they just held each other. Alisha pulled herself together she wiping the tears off her face and pulled away from Bonnie. She sniffled a little and then chuckled. "I'm taller than you."

Bonnie leaned back a little. "I-" She stopped speaking and took it all in, she really was shorter than her younger sister. She laughed. "Only by an inch." She actually had a younger sister, Bonnie was sort of grateful Abby hadn't introduced them, she couldn't picture her involved in her friends adventures.

Alisha pulled Bonnie back towards the couch and they both sat down. "You know even though my family always treated me as they own child I never really felt like I belonged, now I know why."

Bonnie gently grabbed her hands and gave her a soft smile. "I want to know everything."

Alisha nodded her head enthusiastically and began talking. Outside the apartment door Abby smiled ruefully to herself and walked away.

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The moon shines brightly in the sky, high heels click clack along the pavement and then into an abandoned warehouse. Sounds of bone-crunching could be heard echoing throughout the place. "Ugh make sure you wash your mouth out when you're done, I don't want to smell whatever that was you just ate." A woman sat down on a crate looking at her rose quartz colored nails.

A crocodile hunches in an impossible way before slowly transforming into a human man. He gets up cleaning out his teeth with his nails. "Did you get the kid to do it?"

Her delicate face scrunched up in disgust before speaking, "Yeah he did what was necessary and then was disposed of. They're in Virginia, a town called Mystic Falls." She reached into her pants pocket and threw the man a small toothbrush kit along with a small bottle of water. "I am not trying to smell that stench in the car." Her eyes travelled over the length of his body sizing up every little detail before resting on his face. "As...delectable..." She licked her lips, "as you look I need you to be dressed by the time I pull up with the car. You know what's going to happen if you don't right?" Her voice had suddenly turned cold.

He felt chilled to the bone. "I will be ready Ness." He quickly walked off to get dressed and wash his mouth out. A few minutes later he heard the tires on the gravel and rushed outside. He practically ran to the car.

She looked over at him with a smile on her face. "I love when you follow orders little Gideon." She said it in that creepy singsong voice that reminded him of his mother while patting his head. "Now on to Mystic Falls."

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On this warm saturday afternoon Bonnie was sitting in a cafe on the campus, waiting for Alisha to arrive after teaching her class. "Who would've thought there would be another teacher in the family?" While Bonnie was thinking to herself she heard footsteps rapidly approaching followed by the sound heavy breathing. She casually sipped on her mango slushie.

Alisha was panting with her hands on her knees. "I'm...sorry...I'm...late..." She plopped down in the chair in the most ungraceful manner possible still trying to catch her breath. "I...didn't...want...to...keep...you."

Bonnie smiled behind her drink, and then put it down. "I was here for maybe 5 minutes, so you're fine." Since the reveal of having a little sister the two have been inseparable for the past week. "Seems like you need to work out more." She outright laughed now.

Alisha gave her a mocked glare. "Haha real funny, I get enough exercise dealing with my kids thank you very much. Since they're mostly magic users and all around supernatural I don't get normal kid problems, oh no, I have to change kids back from being turned into frogs or some other type of creature. They want to learn how to make love potions and turn invisible so they can cause mischief, like setting people's butts on fire. If I get asked do I have a boyfriend one more damn time or, my all time favorite, do you like someone in the school I'm going to go insane."

Bonnie just laughed harder.

She dropped her head on the table. "Stop it's not funny."

Bonnie crossed her legs, the back of her wedge ankle boot hitting the chair lightly. "What's your summer plans?"

"I wanted it to be me, before you showed up anyway, getting as far away from the kids as possible. But now I planned on taking the little witchlings and warlocks, the boys says it sounds cooler than saying witch," She rolled her eyes, "to visit another coven during summer solstice." She propped her head in her hand now. "Do you-"

Bonnie spoke before she could even finish. "Of course I'll go with you! That's what I've been doing these past few years myself besides relief work." She replied with a smile.

Alisha's eyes lit up. "Yes!" She said it a bit to loudly causing a few people to look at them. She slouched in her seat and spoke more quietly. "We're going to Greece, specifically Patras."

"Ah I haven't been to that part. I'll have my things ready by the 18th." She laughed lightly. "Then maybe after we bring the kids back we could go to Italy or something?"

"I would love that." Alisha said grinning from ear to ear.

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A car pulled up in front of the school. Gideon looked around in wonder, so much had changed since he had last been in Virginia. Schools didn't look like this back then, not that he would've been allowed in anyway. He casually turned to face Ness. "Um...since we already scouted out the area do we wait or..."

"We go in now. I want him." Her words were clipped.

"Well I am going to need you to do what you do so I can get in." He got out of the car and started stripping off his clothes.

Ness got out and walked up to the magic barrier set around the school, it dissipated immediately. She looked back at Gideon and smirked. "It's all yours little Gideon."

He handed her his clothes, crouched on all fours and began to transform.

                                                      ----

Alisha felt a chill go up her spine. She sat up straight, brows furrowed in concentration. "Something's wrong, the barrier's gone, the barrier is to never be removed." Suddenly the ground started to shake and people started screaming. Bonnie and Alisha both crouched down on floor of the cafe. When they both looked up, out the cafe windows, they saw an elephant charging towards the school with a pale skinned woman on top of it.

Bonnie thought she had possibly experienced everything in life, to say this stunned her was an understatement. "We have to get to the school!"

Alisha looked down. "Can you actually run in those things?" She was referring to Bonnie’s wedge boots.

"Yes I can!" And to prove her point she took off running towards the school with Alisha right behind her.

By the time they arrived the elephant had already took down the front half of the school and was gone. In it's place was the woman holding an arrow in her hand and a half naked olive skinned man. Jeremy was facing them, crossbow in hand while Tiffany was trying to get the children to calm down and out a side door. Bodies were scattered everywhere, some teachers, others students. None of them were moving.

The woman's hazel eyes narrowed to slits. "Move aside boy. You don't want end up like the rest of this trash lying around do you?" She spoke with a thick eastern European accent. With a sinister smile on her face she casually took a step forward and Jeremy fired off a shot. She sidestepped it as if it was nothing.

Bonnie was already chanting, power flowed out and a rush of fire aimed towards the woman rang out before vanishing into thin air. Her eyes widened in shock. "Seriously?! Don't tell me there's more siphoners out there!"

Alisha looked lost now. "Siphoners?"

"Siphoners, they're rare witches that can absorb magic. They're a Gemini Coven exclusive." She spoke through gritted teeth. "But I don't remember their powers working like that." Bonnie and Alisha slowly made their way over to Jeremy's right side while carefully eyeing the two intruders.

The man's dark eyes flashed in anger at the mention of the coven. "You know of them?" His question directed at Bonnie.

She eyed him and chose her words carefully. "I knew of them, but they're no longer around." Bonnie stood at full height, chin jutted out, arms crossed over her chest. "If that's the reason you're here then you're a few years too late."

He smirked now, "Oh I know. I would not be free otherwise." His tone completely condescending.

Bonnie's jaw clenched and Alisha looked beyond lost now. "Bon?" Bonnie gave her a look that said they'll discuss it later.

The woman stuffed her hands in her pants pockets, a face of complete annoyance. "Carlos come we're leaving. He isn't here, we no longer have a reason to be at this establishment."

He looked at her questioningly, "But Ness I thought-"

In the blink of an eye Ness' arm swung out, arrow in hand, and straight into Carlos' stomach. He doubled over in pain. She hissed out the words. "When I tell you we're leaving you don't question me, understand?"

He made a grunt of agreement.

She pulled the arrow out slowly and let it drop to the floor. "Good now that we got that out the way. Let's go." She turned slightly to face Bonnie and co, "Oh I wouldn't try anything if I were you, I did my research and made sure to plan ahead in case anyone tried to get in my way." She wore a smile of pure confidence. She turned back around and dragged Carlos outside towards a grey car. They got in and drove off.

                                                       ----

Alisha looked around carefully making sure there was no more threats in the area. Afterwards she sat down on a pile of rubble, albeit uncomfortably. "Everyone okay?" There was a slight tremble in her voice.

Jeremy spoke up first. "Yeah I'm good." He paused. "What in the hell was that? First they attack the school which brings up the question of why is there a shapeshifter among us in the first place? I thought they were wiped out. Then now apparently there's more siphoners out there too."

Bonnie put her head in her hands while leaning against the somewhat still intact front desk. "I'm more focused on what Carlos said, he said that he wouldn't be free if the Gemini were still around. That means he was locked in a prison world before." It came out rather muffled.

Jeremy's lips pursed. Alisha looked between both of them. "Somebody gonna explain this to me? I like super lost right now."

Bonnie took a deep breath before speaking. "Okay so the Gemini were a dysfunctional coven that my friends and I came in contact with a few years ago." Alisha went to raise her hand but Bonnie gave her a pointed look. "Save the questions for when I'm done with the story." Alisha put her hand down immediately.

"So I'm not going into details since I told you majority of this stuff but they came to Mystic Falls to deal with the Travellers, then some other stuff happened I became the Anchor and ended up in a prison world with Damon." Her jaw clenched, "There we met Kai Parker, a sociopath, who would later become the Coven leader. He would, as his last act of revenge, kill his sister and then himself there for wiping out the Gemini Coven."

Alisha leaned back taking everything in. "So if I'm getting this right that Carlos guy, which I doubt is his real name, was locked in there for presumably doing something terrible was later freed due to the Kai guy killing himself?"

Bonnie's eyes hardened, "Well not exactly...if I remember correctly if the leader dies the prison world wouldn't exist anymore. He would need to have help getting out of there. And the Other Side doesn't exist anymore either." She mutter the last part moreso to herself.

"So you're saying there's probably a rogue witch running around helping those two? Well that's definitely not good." She suddenly leaned forward. "Okay I know how we can deal with the shapeshifter but our main problem is the woman, I think he said her name was Ness, y'all said she was a siphoner? How exactly do we deal with that?" She pounded her fist in her hand. "Wait when you mean siphoner you mean what Alaric's twins are? I could've probably figured it out sooner but there was too much going on. Funny I always called them spongers though.”

Bonnie's face scrunched up. "Hold up there's a way to defeat a shapeshifter?" She said incredulously. "I didn't know they existed until today. How do we even go about doing that?"

Jeremy and Alisha exchanged looks, with Jeremy talking now. "Well there's two ways actually, the first is to learn the shapeshifter's name then you can either kill them via beheading or take control of them. The second is long and tedious as hell which is you have to kill every form it transforms into with something made of pure platinum."

Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest and started pacing back and forth, thinking to herself, "If she's some type of siphoner I could always just get Kai..." Her eyes darkened. "No, no, no, that's out of the question." She looked ready to pull her hair out.

"Bonnie?" Alisha said sounding concerned. "What's out of the question?"

Said woman spun around abruptly. "I said that out loud!?"

Alisha's eyebrows were raised. "Yeah."

She started biting her bottom lip before letting out a frustrated sigh. Jeremy walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "You okay Bon?"

She shook her head, "No I'm not because the only other solution we could possibly have to deal with her is someone I don't want to see ever again."

Alisha hopped up, "Okay so if we have the solution what's the problem? Is the person that bad?"

Bonnie turned to face her. "Yes he is. And I would prefer it if he stays locked up rather than to rely on him."

Jeremy's hand dropped from Bonnie's shoulder and Alisha looked between them worried now. "Jer? Bon?"

Bonnie's nostrils flared. "Our solution to dealing with Ness would be Kai."

Alisha put her hand up in a stop motion. "Pause, I thought you said he died." She was bewildered now.

Bonnie's lips pursed. "Well he did die but then he became a heretic, a witch/vampire hybrid, then Damon killed him but when hell was opened up he got out and I trapped him in a special made prison world."

"How in the hell does that work? The moment he became a vampire he should've been cut off from nature - oh my god - it's because he was already abnormal to begin with! Holy cow that is both awesome and disturbing. So when are we getting him out?" She looked expectant now bouncing on the heels of her feet.

Jeremy looked appalled, "Alisha you can't be serious! He's a monster! He killed children, who were his brothers and sisters by the way, not to mention his entire coven!" He yelled.

Her eyes narrowed. "I don't see you coming up with anything! That Ness chick dodged your arrows like they were nothing and somehow repels magic. If she's some type of siphoner we should get another one to defeat her! Unless you want to use Alaric's twins?" They glared at each other.

"Look I just think he should be our last resort." He looked defeated now.

"Alright listen up you two here's how we go about this." Bonnie's hands were on her hips. "I don't want to do this either but we really don't have a choice in the matter. I'm going into the prison world to get Kai, knowing him I'm going to have to strike some type of deal with him." Jeremy and Alisha went to protest but Bonnie shut them both down with one look. "When I bring him back we have to make sure he's closely monitored, he has a habit of using cloaking spells. He also has a gift for gab," As she said this she looked over at Alisha. "Don't fall for his charms."

Alisha nodded her head. "Okay."

With her eyes never leaving Alisha's she spoke to Jeremy. "Jer I want you to stay here with the kids; Don't argue with me on this. Alaric's going to need your help with the students. Alisha you're coming with me. We need to get some blood bags and the ascendant." Her voice demanded that this was absolute.

Jeremy sighed in defeat. "Alright, please be careful you two."

Alisha smiled, "Will do. You ready Bonnie?"

Bonnie steeled her resolve. "Yeah let's go. The quicker we get this done the better." They walked to the parking lot and headed for Bonnie's car.

                                                        -----

It took a few minutes because they had to stop by a hospital for the blood bags but they arrived at Bonnie's house. The entire car ride Bonnie taught Alisha the spells for getting to and from the prison world. Bonnie used magic to open her door stalking quickly into the den, opening the draw door of the end table to pull out the ascendant. "Ali are ready for this?" Bonnie asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." She looked down at the contraption. "So this is an ascendant huh?"

"Hmmhmm, I personally made this one. They normally look like the pieces of a clock thrown together." She pulled out a knife and made a cut in her hand.

Bonnie closed her eyes with Alisha following behind her and they both began to chant. When they opened their eyes they were in front of a karaoke bar. Alisha looked around, "You know I expected this place to look a bit different. Not a replica of outside world." She said in wonder.

Bonnie smirked. "I admit I do come here sometimes get free clothes and stuff."

Alisha feigned surprise. "Oh my that's soo naughty! I would have never took you for that type."

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. "It was something I got used to doing when I was stuck in the prison world back then."

Alisha smiled brightly at Bonnie. "Sweet! I wanna try out whatever outfits you bought when we get back. Or hey maybe I should grab some things myself."

Bonnie eyes widened. "I should have never told you that, I'm already being a bad influence for my younger sister." She shook her head smiling and began walking toward through the entrance. As soon as she got inside she felt something was wrong, the spin doctors weren't playing for one. She rushed ahead and saw that Kai was still in the chair but his chains were on the floor. She snarled, he even had on a change of clothes too.

Alisha ran in. "Warn somebody next time would you?" She looked over Bonnie's shoulder. "That's him?"

Bonnie nodded grimly.

Alisha walked behind the mini bar and handed Bonnie a straw and cup, while grabbing two more cups. Bonnie quirked an eyebrow while Alisha casually grabbed a bottle of pineapple ciroc and some juice. Alisha looked up from her musings. "What? We both obviously need a drink after what happened earlier and what we're about to do now. You just go give him the blood in the cup or do you want me to do it?"

She shook her head, "Nope I got it." After she poured the blood into the cup she walked over to Kai and splashed the blood on his face. It took a few minutes but Kai started slowly responding. As the blood seeped into his mouth his color began to return to normal. His tongue leisurely slid out to lick the blood it could reach. She threw more on his face and he licked up what he could of that too. She tsked, "Hmph I should've brought him some rats or mice instead so I could watch his desperation." She refilled the cup to a little less than half and put it in between his legs in the chair.

Alisha just stared mesmerized, this was her first time seeing both a dessicated vampire and watching it come back from being that way as well. She walked back around the other side of the bar and handed Bonnie her drink. "Don't worry I only put an inch of the stuff in there and mixed it with punch."

"Thanks." Bonnie accepted it and sipped gingerly while still keeping an eye on Kai.

Kai finished the cup and let it fall to the floor. Bonnie moved a little closer putting her hands on her hips somewhat blocking Alisha from Kai's sight. His eyes adjusted to his surroundings before finally settling on Bonnie; He looked her over rather appreciatively, from her neatly pinned up hair with a few strands sticking out, to the emerald green handkerchief halter top and black tights, to her black wedge ankle boots. He licked his lips, cleared his throat and with a smirk on his face said, "It's been a while Bonster."

[pines-troz]

Sew What

Larry3k Week Day 7 - Free Day

Life at the satellite were relatively stable for the most part. Larry settled himself on the soft quaint sofa, feasting his eyes on the tantalizing text of Hollywood Wives. The robot enjoyed his time absorbing into the sensational writing of Jackie Collins or any of his favorite romance authors. Larry appreciated the moments of escapism from his routine life of time traveling to restore history. But as much as he liked being in a state of blissful solitude, the robotic diplomat had longed to share his interests with another.

“Hey Larry!”

The robot turned to see an eager Otto Osworth giving him a friendly wave as he entered inside the den. Larry found himself smiling at the boy’s presence and happily returned the wave. It was odd how the small bookworm sneaked his way into Larry’s figurative heart.

When Otto had initially joined, or rather, was abducted into the hapless Time Squad unit, Larry was put off by the boy’s upbeat attitude. He assumed that the boy would be as obnoxious and difficult to work with as the strong but inept Buck Tuddrussel, and treated the small bookworm with annoyance and undeserved contempt. But as time went by, Larry learned how Otto was vastly different from Tuddrussel. While the Texan time cop was boorish and rarely displayed any form of common sense or decency, Otto liked being around Larry, always voiced his gratefulness to the robot’s cooking, was quite clever for his age, and was a more amiable individual to be around. Once the boy had Larry wrapped around his precious finger, the machine loved the boy unconditionally and filled the shoes of his doting parental figure.

“Oh, well hello there Otto.” The robot greeted the enthusiastic boy. “Is there anything you need?”

“I was wondering if I can hang out with you?” Otto asked politely. “Tuddrussel and I were playing Battleship, but he had to leave early to complete his leg-day workouts at the gym.”

Larry briefly mused at the mental image of his muscular co-worker completing his physical routines. The sweat glistening off of his body, the heightened strength of his biceps, his robust-

“Is something wrong Larry?” Otto asked, bringing the robot back to reality.

The grey machine blinked, silently grateful that he is unable to blush. “I-it’s just some slight data configurations, nothing to worry about.” He lied, giving a nervous chuckle after doing so. Just as Otto raised his eyebrow with playful suspicion, Larry decided to rush back to the previous topic of discussion. “But I would be delighted to keep you company Otto. Why don’t you settle yourself on the sofa.”

The curly-haired bookworm beamed at the robot as he hopped on the vintage red couch next to him. Larry couldn’t help but find Otto endearing.

“Remember when we had that sewing session a couple days back?” The boy asked.  

“How could I ever forget that.” Larry answered. Just before taking on their mission at the Alamo, Larry was teaching Otto how to sew sequins onto his jeans. The boy was excited to sew a unicorn pattern on his pants, but Tuddrussel rudely interrupted their bonding session. The brutish time cop insisted that Otto avoid ‘girly’ hobbies such as sewing, but the boy retaliated with his cheeky back-sassing as he curtsied to him. Tuddrussel then veered his anger towards Larry, but the robot was fortunately spared from the man’s wrath thanks to the instability alarm.

“I’m ready to start sewing my sequin unicorn on my shorts.” Otto replied, grabbing his spare pants and unicorn pattern out of nowhere.

The robot was ecstatic to learn that Otto was still interested in channeling his creativity through home economics. 

“Well of course!” Larry nearly squealed with joy. “Allow me to retrieve my sewing basket and we can work on your unicorn design on the table.”

The boy joyfully raised his fists in the air as he followed the grey robot.

Later that evening, Larry was busily preparing a fanciful meal of le cordon bleu chicken and appropriate side-dishes in the kitchen. Otto was hunched over the dinner table, engrossed in his Maximilien Robespierre manga, aptly titled Reign of Terror. While the two were engaged in their special interests, a content Buck Tuddrussel waltzed into the kitchen wearing nothing but his gym shorts and a sweat-drenched towel around his neck.

“Hey guys,” The bulky man announced his presence to his teammates.

Just as Larry was chopping up carrots, he looked up to see the obnoxious object of his affections showcasing his strapping figure. The robot’s cyan eyes enlarged with lust as he used his optical features to zoom in on his co-worker’s defined abdominal muscles before gazing at his sinewy arms.  

“Hey Tuddrussel, I have something amazing to show you!!”  

Once again, Otto’s youthful voice broke Larry’s train of sinful thought when the boy greeted the brutish Texan.

“Don’t tell me you beat my high score on Space Invaders.” Tuddrussel pouted.

“Nope! It’s even better!” Otto replied. The boy jumped from his seat and stuck a male model pose to show off the sequinned unicorn he sewed onto his shorts.

“You can look, but you can't touch.” The boy smirked as he continued to proudly strut his stylish pants.

Tuddrussel’s square jaw dropped as he gawked in horror at the dazzling design on his friend’s shorts. “What have you done?!” He gasped dramatically.

“Demolished male stereotypes.” Otto answered with confidence. “That and I sewed this awesome unicorn onto my pants, thanks in part to Larry’s sewing expertise.” The bookworm gave a friendly wink, praising his robotic guardian.

The masculine time cop shifted his attention to his robotic partner. “You’ve been brainwashing the boy with sissy stuff?” He inquired, sounding betrayed.

“If by brainwashing you mean bonding with the boy over arts and crafts, then yes. I’ve been a terrible influence on Otto.” Larry drawled sarcastically. He clearly did not want to deal with Tuddrussel’s nonsense over primeval gender roles.

“Come on Tuddrussel, leave Larry out of it!” Otto defended the robot, standing his ground between the two ‘adults’. The fiery redhead calmly spoke to the brawny man. “Look, I love doing guy stuff with you. Whether it’s pulling pranks on each other, playing video games or working out. But I also wanna do stuff with Larry as well, even if we’re doing feminine activities like sewing! And if you have a problem with that, you can either fight me or deal with it.”

The rough and tumble time cop stared at the defiant Otto, who still kept his eyes on him with with unwavering bravery. Tuddrussel was at a loss at what to do. There was no way he could ever lay a hand on his little buddy, and it wasn’t like he could stay mad at him forever. With no other option, the brutish man swallowed his pride.

“You’re right Otto,” Tuddrussel exhaled. “I’m sorry for givin’ you guys trouble over doin’ girly things when I’m not around. And Lar, I’m sorry for snappin’ at ya like that.”

Surprised to hear an apology out of the normally unrepentant ruffian, Larry smiled at the remorseful Tuddrussel. “It’s water under the bridge.”

Otto expressed great relief upon seeing his two male figures peacefully defusing their conflict. “It’s nice seeing the two guys I love patching things up.” The boy commented as he gave both of his guardians a small, but sincere hug.

Larry looked down at the smiling boy with awe. When Otto was first brought on board, Larry dismissed the thought of being emotionally attached to him. But as Otto became more familiar with his new surroundings, he and Larry grew closer as they spent more time together. The robot extended his arm and lovingly ruffled Otto’s soft red hair. 

His eyes soon drifted toward Tuddrussel’s shirtless figure. Larry soon had another round of verbal ammunition to fire. 

“Dinner will be ready shortly, and I suggest you wear a shirt.” Larry stated as he walked over to the table. 

The robot picked up a large navy blue sweater and threw it at Tuddrussel, who barely caught the soft clothing. The time cop inspected the sweater and flushed at the Tuddy Bear written in sparkling rhinestones. Remembering that Larry made the sweater as a special gift for him, the brutish man groaned as he begrudgingly put it on. 

Once Tuddrussel fitted himself into the stylish sweater, Otto giggled and beamed up to his older friend. Larry clasped his hands in joy that his pet project was fully realized. Tuddrussel looked down at the sweater before looking back at his robotic companion with genuine fondness. 

“Thanks Lar.”

“You are most certainly welcome Tuddrussel”

This is my first TS story and I hoped that this one-shot reflected the show’s overall feeling and tone.