#i always feel so flattered nd happy when people tell me that they like my art... i know i can't reply to all them of them in my ask box but

[majunju]

Hey I know this is random, but I just had a pretty sh!t day and one of your comics managed to actually lighten my mood a good bit. So I just wanna say thank you and keep doing what you are doing.

AHH i'm glad you're feeling better!!!! thank u sm for enjoying my art! <3333

[beelsnack]

XBSBSBSJDJX hewwo can I uhh request the brothers reactions/them dealing w an MC who's just. Vv affectionate? They just like to shower all of the brothers in praise nd compliments nd physical affection. They're just like. A classic deredere.

I’ll be honest with you friend, I had no idea what a deredere was, I had to look it up. I feel like I have to turn in my weeb card now.

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Lucifer: "You're so beautiful."

For a moment, the compliment stunned him. Sure, people had been entranced by his appearance since before the Celestial War. But to hear it said so randomly, so sincerely...

"What do you want?" They were probably digging for brownie points, his brothers did it all the time. He regarded them coolly out of the corner of his eye as he continued scribbling away at the report he was working on.

They pushed themselves off of the door frame where they had been leaning and made their way over to his desk. "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you." 

Then, the brazen little imp that they were, they approached from behind his chair and draped their arms around his shoulder in a hug.

The sudden warmth and weight of them caused his brain to go offline. Most people, demons, witches or otherwise, were terrified to be in his presence, and here was this fragile little human embracing him like he was a stuffed toy.

He...didn’t hate it.

Mammon: “Why do you look so excited?”

They hadn’t even left the grounds of the House of Lamentation yet and already the human was practically skipping down the street. Satan had asked Mammon to go pick up some ingredients for dinner, and then had asked the human to go with him to “keep him in line.” Cheeky little brats, both of them.

“Because,” the human grinned up at him, the picture of pure joy as they latched on to both of his hands. “I don’t get to spend much time with you one-on-one. So any time spent with my First Demon makes me happy.”

Somewhere in the back of his brain there was the sound of glass shattering. Mammon felt heat creep up his neck and ears as his heartbeat kicked into high gear as he tried to process just how damn cute that was.

“You - I - what - g’ah, cut the sappy shit and let’s just go already!”

He started walking again, still holding on to one of their hands.

Leviathan: “Come on, come on, come on ,come on...yes!!”

With an unearthly shriek, the final boss fell to the ground in a mass of oily black smoke and writhing tentacles.After hours of grinding, Levi and the human watching their score tally up on the results screen.

“Whoa!! New world record!” Levi cried out as the graphic flashed on the screen. “We just destroyed the top score by a good ten thousand points!”

“We did it, Levi!” 

They apparently had gotten caught up in the moment and forgot about Levi’s aversion to physical contact. In their excitement, they flung their arms around his neck and gave him a victory hug.

Levi’s arms and lap were suddenly full of very warm and very 3D human, and he could practically feel the sparks shooting out of his ears as Levi.exe tried to process the sensory imput.

“Oh, sorry!” just as quickly as they had tackled him, they drew back, and, surprisingly, Levi found himself missing the warmth. “I forgot about the no touchy rule!”

The heat from his face was probably enough to boil the water in Henry’s tank. “I-I...um...s-since this is a special occasion, I suppose I c-can forgive you...”

Satan: “...and make sure to step out of the circle before finishing it, or else you could get caught in the middle of an inferno.”

The human stared at the notebook in front of them intently. Magical circles were complex, and after a while all of them started to look the same, so of course they went to Satan when they needed help studying.

With an elegant flick of his wrist, Satan finished his example drawing. “And there you go. Does that help at all?”

“Yes, absolutely!” they smiled gratefully, leaning their head against his shoulder. “You’re so smart, Satan, I knew you were the one to go to.”

The compliment made him blush slightly, but he liked to think that he had good control of his facial expressions. “You flatter me.”

“Is it flattery if it’s true?”

“Accurate flattery is still flattery.” he laughed. wrapping an arm around their shoulder and pulling them closer against him. “But you’re welcome. Anytime you need help, come to me.”

Asmodeus: “See, I told you that color would look great on you!”

The human studied themself in the mirror, turning this way and that to get all of the angles. “Wow, I definitely never would have picked this for myself. You really are a fashion genius, Asmo!”

“Aw, thank you, darling!” he hopped up from his seat on his bed. “Not that I don’t get that a lot, but it means more coming from you.”

“You just have to get that brag in there, don’t you?” they teased, latching onto his arm.

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t,” Asmo let them hang on his arm like he was their escort. “It’s part of my charm!”

Beelzebub: “Do you like it?”

The human gulped down the mouthful of soup and grinned up at him. “Beel, this is amazing! You’re the best cook ever, I swear.”

Beel smiled back. “I’m glad, I tried really hard not to eat it all before you got to have some.”

“Mm,” they took another bite. “Who needs Hell’s Kitchen, you’re cooking is way better!”

“Well,” Beel blushed. That was a pretty big compliment. “The chef’s there do share a lot of their recipes with me, so...”

“Yeah, but it’s better when you make it!”

“I don’t really do much different though.”

“Food always tastes better when it’s made by someone you love.”

...Well then. Now Beel was definitely blushing.

Belphegor: He’d fallen asleep.

Not that this was a rare occurrence, but he hadn’t planned on passing out in the human’s bed while they were studying. Something about their voice, their scent, their warmth was just really soothing, he couldn’t help it.

Speaking of warmth...

“Are you awake now, Belphie?”

Slowly but surely, he became aware of his surroundings. While he was asleep, the human had placed his head in their lap, continuing to read over the study guide while they played with his hair.

“Nope.” he snuggled closer to them. “Not for long, anyway. Feels too nice...”

“Sorry,” they laughed sheepishly. “I couldn’t help it, you looked too cute.”

“Only you would call a demon cute.”

[lynelovespopculture]

THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF ZELDA CHAPTER 17-WITCHES IN A MORTAL WORLD

 AS CORDELIA FEELS HER FRIENDS DIFTING AWAY FROM HER, FAUSTUS MUST DEAL WITH VERY UNWANTED ATTENTION FROM NINA.

 The silence in the car was deafening.  Once or twice, Cordelia felt brave enough to turn her head to look at her father.  Usually, she could gage how her father was feeling just by looking at him, but now his face was just as unreadable as her mother’s usually was.  Still, Cordelia knew she had to say something to defend herself. After all, she didn’t do anything wrong.

“Dad,” Cordelia started. “I had nothing to do with whatever the Warners and that new girl were doing in that bathroom. I swear, I was only there a second before Becky came in.” Becky Mercer was the hallway monitor, who had entered the girls’ room right after Cordelia did. Becky incorrectly assumed that all 5 girls were in on this together, so all 5 girls were hauled off to Mr. Putnam’s office. Unfortunately, Faustus and the new 8th grade teacher, Mrs. Robinson, were already there. Cordelia felt very uncomfortable having her father there as Becky described the scene in the bathroom. When it came time to leave, her friends gave her dirty looks, as if it was her fault. “I swear I had nothing to do with it.”  Cordelia stressed.

“I know.”

“You do?"

“Of course, Cordy,” Faustus turned to his daughter, smiling. “I know you know what real magic is. It’s sure not a painted piece of cardboard made by Parker Brothers.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

Faustus shrugged. “Why should I be? If you say you weren’t involved…”

“I wasn’t.” Cordelia insisted.

“I didn’t know that the triplets were interested in magic.”

“Nor did I. But I suspect that their new friend, Sara, could be  at the heart of it. She claims to be a wiccan.”

“A wiccan!”  Faustus scoffed. “It’s a false word used by mortals to made themselves feel powerful. Besides, all I have read says that real wiccans died out with the age of  the pagans and there  has not been any pagans in Greendale since before you  were born, Cordelia.”

Cordelia knew that it was time to change the subject. “So, why were you in Mr. Putnam’s office anyway?”

“Well, while your friends were trying to start the 2nd fire of the day, Theo was dealing with the first one. You see since both the 8th grade classroom and the library  are  burned and therefore will  be unusable for several  months, Mrs. Robinson and her class have nowhere to go and since our  class happens to the smallest one this year-“

“They’re going to move the 8th  grade in with  us.”  Cordelia finished.

“Yes.”  Faustus confirmed.

“Do we even have that kind of room to share?”

“We should, once we move some desks and things around. What I can’t tell you is how they expect 2 teachers to run 1 classroom.”

Cordelia didn’t know either, so she just shrugged and looked out the window.  They were passing city hall when she saw a happy  brunette couple on the front steps. Cordelia thought she knew the woman, but she couldn’t quite place her.

 “There, that should do it!” It was Friday afternoon and Faustus and Nina were finish moving the last desk. They had been working afterschool all week to rearrange the room. 8 graders on 1 side, 7 on the other.

“Now you can all move in Monday.” Faustus smiled.

“Great! After bunking down in the cafeteria all week, it will be nice to enjoy lunch again, not have to rush to dismiss  my class early for it every single  day.”

They both laughed then Nina came closer.  “Seriously, Mr. Spellman, I’m really grateful to you for taking me in.”

“Oh, think nothing of it.”

“No, I mean it. If I can do anything, and I do mean anything, to thank you, just ask.”

Faustus’s smile remained on his face right up until Nina goosed him.

  “What?!  Oh no, Faustus, she didn’t do that.” Zelda giggled.

It was late that night, Faustus and Zelda were alone in their bedroom.  Faustus was telling his wife about his day.

“Oh yes, she did!” Faustus insisted. “And I didn’t misread or misunderstand the situation. That foolish woman walked straight up and goosed me! She willingly and knowingly grabbed my left buttocks with her hand and squeezed, hard.  So hard that I think she left a mark.”

Zelda burst out laughing. Faustus felt annoyed. Zelda was the only woman he had ever been faithful to.  Hecate knows that he had no plan or desire to change that, ever! Still, was it so wrong to want the woman he loved to be a tiny bit jealous? That he would comfort her and calm her fears by telling her, truthfully, that he immediately stepped, (okay, more like jumped), several steps away from Nina and told her that he was flattered but very happily married. Was that too much to ask? Faustus supposed it was as Zelda continued to laugh.

“I’m glad this amuses you, dearest. I know that I’m pushing 400, Zelda Spellman, but I thought that another woman being attracted me isn’t that humorous.”

“It isn’t humorous at all.” Zelda was instantly serious.  “I wasn’t laughing at that. You’re a very handsome man, darling. No, I was laughing at the irony.”

Faustus was completely lost. “What irony?”

“Her name.”

“Nina?”

Zelda shook her head. “No, Faustus. Mrs.  Robinson. A woman name Mrs. Robinson made a pass at you! Have you never seen the movie, the Graduate? All that’s missing is for that woman put her leg on a chair and the camera to pan under her leg.”

Now, Faustus was the one laughing.

Zelda smiled. “Remember, dear heart, sexual harassment goes both ways.”

“I’ll remember that. In that meanwhile, I have a question for you,” Faustus leaned forward and tucked some fingers into the knot of Zelda’s bathroom and gently pulled his wife into his arms. “Will you seduce me, Mrs. Spellman?”

“I thought you would never ask.” Zelda smiled and kissed him.

 Ever since they were 7 years old, Erin, Emily, Erica and Cordelia had a deal with their parents. As long as they kept their grades up, the girls were allowed to have sleepovers once a month. They took turns at each   other’s houses. That 1st Saturday after the start of 7th grade, it was Cordelia’s turn to host the triplets and she was excited about it. True, she saw her friends all the time in class and hung out with them outside of school quite often. But something was off this week, namely…Sara. It wasn’t that Cordelia didn’t like Sara, the girl had done nothing to her. It was just that she had known Warners a long time and knew that the sisters had loud, different personalities.  So, why were they seemingly turning into Sara’s yes men? Cordelia tried to bring the subject up to the triplets but they all stared at her like she was crazy. It was like Sara was voted president of a club, a club that Cordelia wasn’t even sure that she belonged to. Of course, they would play with other kids sometimes but the sleepovers were always just for the 4 of them and that’s why Cordelia was so excited for it. That’s why her heart sank when she heard Mr. Warner’s car pulled up and Cordelia saw at the window that the sisters had brought Sara with them.  Still, Cordelia knew it would be rude to turn Sara away so Cordelia swallowed her disappointment and welcomed all of her guests. The girls usually bunkered down in Cordelia’s room but 5 girls didn’t fit, so they made themselves comfortable in the living room. 3 hours into the sleepover, Sara turned to Erica.

“So, are you going to ask her or what?”

Cordelia immediately felt ill at ease. “Ask me what?”

“Cord, you know those old books you have in your attic?” Erica started slowly. “We were wondering if we could go take a look at them.”

“You mean, my cousin Ambrose’s collection?” Cordelia asked, knowing full well that’s exactly what they meant. “Why would you guys want to look at that?”

“To see if Sara could find a spell in one!” Erin said excitedly.

Of course. Cordelia forced herself not to roll her eyes. After never talking about it ever before, the triplets talked about nothing but magic all week long. The only difference between this week and any other, as far as Cordelia knew, was Sara. Still, Cordelia knew she better play it cool.

“You guys don’t want to go up there. It’s nothing but dusty 1st editions of Charles Dickens and Jane Austin.”

“And you’re sure you can account for all the books up there?”

It was comments like that made Cordelia think that Sara was annoying.

“Trust me guys, if I would come across something as cool as a spell book, I would share it with you.”

The triplets agreed and the subject was dropped, or so Cordelia thought. In the middle of the night, Sara woke up the triplets and said that she found books to look over right there in the living room.

“Should we wake up Cordelia?” Emily asked in a whisper.

“No,” Sara whispered back. “She’s only try to stop us or slow us down.”

They all took an armful of books and went into the hallway, leaving Cordelia in a deep sleep on the sofa.

 1 hour later, the triplets were ready to give up.

“There’s nothing here.” Whined Erin.

“Hey, I think I found something!” Declared Erica, but her smile faded quickly. “Never mind, these words aren’t in English.”

Sara took the book from Erica and immediately started to chant words that the triplets could not understand, leaving the sisters to stare at each other. Soon, a fog of green smoke rose up out of the book.  It floated away to the left and into the Spellman dinning room.  By the time the girls had turned the corner, the smoke had turned into a 7-foot green monster. Erin gasped and Erica rushed to cover her sister’s mouth. Only…she wasn’t fast enough for the noise caught the monster’s attention.

“I have been awakened.” The monster boomed at them. “Once I dispatch with you 4, no one can stop me from spreading my brilliant fear.”

“Boy, did you pick the wrong house.”

The monster turned toward the new voice and then the girls saw who was in the doorway.

“Mr. Spellman?”

“Warlock!”  The monster’s growl was so loud that it woke up the 3 people in the house who were still sleeping. Zelda came out of her room and met Jake in the hallway.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.”  He answered.  

Meanwhile, in the living room, Cordelia opened her eyes, pushed herself up by her elbow and saw by the dying firelight that all the sleeping bags, 2 on the floor, 1 on a chair and 1 on the sofa across from her, were empty. “Um…guys?!”

After getting up, Cordelia was met at the door by her mother and brother.

“Cordy, what’s happening?”

“Don’t know, Mom, but my friends are gone.”  Cordelia saw the books in the hall and brushed by her brother. “Oh no! I told them not to go upstairs and sort through Ambrose’s collection.”

“They can’t! They might find a spell book!”

Little sister gave big brother a dirty look. “Jeez, you think so?”

Another noise came and Zelda ran into the other room. Cordelia was right behind her and Jake stayed behind just long to pick up the only book that was still opened. They stopped right behind the girls and Sarah. They also beheld the monster with their only eyes. After Jake shook off the shock, he turned the page in the book he held and spoke a sentence.  Instantly, the monster howled in pain and then it disappeared. As it did, green goo spat out of the monster’s mouth and landed on Faustus’s face.

Zelda watched her husband as his lip quivered and she came closer. “Darling, are you alright?”

“Please, don’t leave me, Zelda.”

“Leave you?”

“I know you can have Mambo Marie or anyone in the realms that you desire. But no one can love you like I do. Hecate, I love you so much, Zelda! Please don’t leave me, dearest, please!” Now openly sobbing, Faustus sank to his knees and clung to Zelda’s nightgown.

Unsure what was happening and not sure what to do about her husband, Zelda sighed and looked back at the children. “Cordelia, take your friends back to bed. Jake, perhaps you can fetch the girls some hot coco to calm them down.”

“Calm down?!” Erin shrieked. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that the R rated version of Shrek just came and went? What was that? Why is Mr. Spellman now crying?”

Erin had a million more question as a fuming Cordelia gathered her friends and led them back into the living room. “I thought I told you not to go to the attic and look for books.” Cordelia’s tone was very much like a disappointed parent.

“We didn’t,” Sara shook her head. “All the books we found, came from that cabinet.”

But I locked that up myself before you got here. Cordelia thought silently. For the 10 minutes, Cordelia tried and failed to come up with an explanation for what had happened.  She was so grateful when Jake came in with the hot coco. Emily remarked how yummy the cinnamon was. Cordelia’s mug didn’t have any for she knew that the cinnamon was laced with aunt Hilda’s kitchen magic, designed to make her mortal friends forget the events of this night.

  The next morning, Faustus woke up   with a splitting headache.

“Darling, you’re alright!” Zelda rushed to his side. “How are you feeling?”

Faustus groaned. “Did anyone get the plate of that truck?”

Zelda smiled. “There was no truck. Turns out that our friend, the not-so-jolly green giant is a demon. A fear demon, to be exact.”

“But why did I get hysterical last night and then I remember…nothing else?”

“Well, you were crying so hard that Jake and I couldn’t even think so we put you under a sleeping spell and put you to bed for the night. As Cordelia tended to her friends, Jake and I were able to study that spell book and that’s how we discovered it was a fear demon.”

“But why did I cry at all?” Faustus asked.

“It’s the fear demon’s green goo.  Once the goo made contact with your skin, it made you believe that your greatest fear had come true. Given, how you asked me not to leave you, does your greatest fear involve me?” Zelda asked gently.

Faustus sighed. “As a matter of fact, my greatest fear is you realizing what I already know. That you can do so much better than me.”

Zelda clicked her tongue, sat beside Faustus on the bed and took his hand. “Darling, that’s simply not true. I will never leave you, never! Why won’t you believe me when I say I Iove you just as much as you love me?”

“Because I’ve never been that lucky.” He muttered.

“Will I do.” Zelda insisted and kissed him long and deep.

After gently stroking his wife’s cheek, Faustus got up and reached for his robe. “1 final question, dearest, how long should we punish Cordelia for showing off in front of her friends?”

Zelda frowned. “I’m not sure Cordy did this. She seemed just as shocked as Jake and I was and she’s never behaved like this before.”

“If Cordy didn’t do this, then who did?”

Zelda shrugged as Faustus put his arm around her. As they went downstairs and toward the kitchen, Zelda explained how they were able to rid Faustus of the demon’s goo   by using the strongest anti-spell they had. The one Faustus had discovered himself when they first found LJ and she had spelled Cordelia as a baby. In the kitchen, they saw Jake, who was sitting on the kitchen island, eating a bowl of cereal.  Ambrose and Prudence were at the table, studying a book.  The sleep over guests were gone but Cordelia, still in her pjs, was pacing back and forth.

“Dad!”  Cordelia ran up to her parents as soon as she saw them. “Are you alright? Are you okay?”

Faustus reached down and tucked a stray red hair behind his daughter’s ear. For the past 12 years, 1 of Faustus’s greatest joys in life had been able to raise and claim Cordelia as his own since the moment she was born. Something fate had cheated him out of with his other 3 children. The fact that she was also Zelda’s child was just extra icing on a very sweet cake. The way she ran up to him, coupled with the heavy concern in her eyes made Faustus feel bad he had accused her of anything. He bent and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m perfectly fine.”

Zelda sat down at the table, addressing Ambrose and Prudence. “What are you 2 doing here so early on a Sunday morning?”

“I called them,” Jake explained. “I know you and I studied the spell a lot last night, Mom, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to call in the expert.” Jake pointed his spoon at Ambrose. “Especially since Cordy still says she’s innocent.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes. “I am!” Cordelia insisted. “The only thing I’m guilty of last night is of falling asleep.”

“I believe you, Cordelia, and I believe the evidence does too.” Ambrose said calmly.

“You found something?” Zelda asked.

Ambrose nodded. “This just happens to be 1 of the oldest spell book in the whole house. The demon summoning spell would have had to be performed by someone who   could speak perfect Latin.”

“And we all know that my Latin is very far from perfect.” Cordelia cut in.

Prudence was confused. “So, the Warners did this?”

Her little sister shook her head. “No, no, no. Erin, Emily and Erica don’t speak a word of Latin nor do they know any magic. I’ll tell you exactly who did that spell. It was the new girl from school, Sara Reed. It was her.”

“Do you really think so?” Faustus asked his daughter.

“I’m certain of it! The triplets have slept over here hundreds of times and nothing bad ever happened until last night when they brought Sara with them.  Hecate, it was Sara’s idea to go upstairs to haunt for books.”

“Is this Sara girl magical?” Jake asked.

Cordelia crossed her arms. “She’s a self-proclaimed wiccan.”

“But a wiccan isn’t magical, none that we’ve ever seen anyway.” Prudence pointed out.

Cordelia shrugged. “I don’t know who or what Sara truly is but I know now that my gut instinct was right. I don’t trust her.”

 Cordelia was in a bad mood for the rest of the day. She was still angry on Monday morning when she entered the school and the 1st thing she saw was the triplets and Sara huddled together in front of a poster. After a heavy sigh, Cordelia went to join them.

“Well, ladies, it seems that it’s play season yet again.”  Emily said as her sisters moaned.

“What? Don’t you like plays?” asked Sara.

Cordelia was now near enough to hear her friends and she was happy. She was happy because they were talking about normal stuff confirming that the hot coco had worked. Also she was happy because she knew the problem about the play without having to ask, unless Sara.

“This school does a play 2 times a year, in the fall and in the spring. But the only play they ever put on, year after year is Death of a Salesman.” Emily explained.

“They?” asked Sara.

Well, the play is mostly done by the 7th & 8th graders.” Erin said.

Erica lit up. “That’s us this year, guys. Maybe we could request a change of the play.”

“That a great idea!”

The 4 girls turned to see Cordelia.  The triplets greeted their friend warmly, but as Cordelia noted, Sara did not. The girls had no more time to talk since the bell rang. But Cordelia managed to block Sara’s way.

“I was just wondering how did you learn how to speak Latin?”

Sara shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know a word of Latin.”

No wonder I don’t trust you. Cordelia thought as she watched Sara walk away. You just lied straight to my face.

The school day didn’t get much better. Since this was the 1st day that grades 7 and 8 were sharing a classroom, it was fitting that their 1st assignment was a joint 1. The whole class has 2 weeks to research and write an essay about their family trees. Later that afternoon, it was announced that some of the 7 graders, including Cordelia, would been bumped up to grade 8 English.

“I’m very excited about the first novel we’re going to read.” Mrs. Robinson declared. “It was 1 of my favorite when I was your age. It’s The Witches by Roald Dahl.”

Faustus overheard all this and didn’t have to look up to know that his daughter had cringed.

 “So, what do you think your father will say when you tell him you’re dating a white guy?”

LJ smiled and shook her head. “I don’t think my father will have anything to say about it. Mostly because he’s a white guy himself. I didn’t tell you because, well, it just slipped my mind.  That’ s how unimportant it is to me. I hope that’s not a problem.”

“Not at all. I just needed another reason to say we’re dating.”

It was a week later and it was lunchtime at the hospital. After 3 weeks of spending every spare moment together, LJ Spellman and Peter Watson are very happy because last night they both decided that they were officially dating.

“My family is very important to me.” LJ told Peter as the 2 doctors sat down with their food trays. “In fact,” LJ reached into her pocket and fished out her wallet. “I always have this with me.” LJ said as she placed the photo in the middle of the table and slid it over to Peter. “See the tall guy with the black hair in the middle there? That’s my father, Faustus.”

 “I had no idea you had such a big family.” Peter said, studying the picture.

 “It’s not that big. It just looks like it because we have the whole gang here.” LJ got up and went closer to Peter to guide him through the picture. “I’m 1 of 4 children. The girl with the platinum hair here,” LJ pointed, “is my older sister, Prudence. The boy next to my father is my twin brother, Jake and this is Cordelia, my baby sister. And this is Zelda, my stepmother-“

Peter frowned. “You have a stepmother? Ug, I’m so sorry. I’ve 2 stepmothers of my own and, well, there a reason why they called evil stepmothers.”

LJ shook her head. “I’m sorry if you had some bad experiences, but it’s not like that for me. Zelda is wonderful, in fact- “LJ sighed, how to explain the insanity cure to a mortal? “Look, I know how insane this will sound, but I swear to you that all of it is true.”

“Okay,” Peter said slowly.

“Jake and I were babies when we were kidnapped by a…would-be cult leader.” LJ continued. “The man was insane and sexiest. He taught us all the wrong values. Thankfully, when we were 16, Jake and I were returned to our father. It wasn’t easy having to relearn almost everything and basically how the real world worked. But our father was there for us every step of the way. So was Zelda. I was so mean to her in the beginning but she refused to give up on me or Jake. Whatever or whenever we needed her, she was there. Even though she had a 5 month old at home and a whole school to run, she was never to busy to help us or hold us, whatever we needed. Zelda wanted to adopt Jake and me right from the start but she waited until we wanted it too.  Our birth mother died in childbirth, so Zelda is the only mom Jake and I have ever known.”

Peter was impressed. “Wow, I’m sorry for my earlier comments. You obviously love Zelda very, very much.”

LJ smiled and then pointed out the other people in the photo. Her Aunt Hilda, Uncle C and cousins, Ambrose and Sabrina.

“They all seem delightful. When can I met them?”

LJ blinked. “You want to meet my family?”

“Yeah, I want to find out for myself if they’re as cool as you” Peter said before kissing her.

  Early the next morning, Faustus was at his desk when Nina came in and without a single word, closed the door and sat in his lap!

“You’ve been holding out on me.” Nina sing songed.

Meanwhile, Faustus could barely be bothered to look up from his work. “No, I’m not.  As I told you before, your makeshift desk is over there” Using his pencil, Faustus pointed to the corner “and if you require a new chair, I suggest you get yourself one.”

“No, it’s not about that. You told me that you were happily married. You lied, Fausty.”

“No, I did not.  And don’t call me Fausty, ever!”

“But you did lie,” Nina insisted. “I asked around and that is how I learned that you are famous or should I say I infamous, for cheating on your wife.”

Faustus made a face. “You asked? Who did you ask?”

“You know, just around town.”

Faustus was furious, standing up and Nora rolled off him and would have crashed to the floor if she hadn’t awkwardly grabbed the desk.

“Where do you get off?” Faustus demanded. “Running around town, asking everyone about my personal business!”

“Look, I’ve respected your marriage up until now- “

“Are you kidding me? In the 3 weeks that we have shared this classroom, all you ever do is come on to me, shamelessly flirt with me, use any excuse to bump or brush up against me and talking in double meanings. Often in front of our students, 1 of which is my own daughter!”

“I won’t tell your wife, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Faustus sighed deeply. This was truly like talking to a brick wall. Actually, the brick wall would be more of an upgrade. “I don’t care if you talk to my wife because there’s nothing to tell her.”

Nina shook her head. “That’s not what I heard, and you know the saying, once a cheater, always a cheater.”

“I’m no longer a cheater! I am not that man anymore!” Faustus declared. “And comparing my 1st marriage to my second is as pointless as comparing day and night. Judging from that look on your face, I can tell that you didn’t know that I’ve been married twice, which proves just how little know about me.”

“Then why don’t enlighten me?” Nina came closer.

“Fine!  But because it’s almost class time and I have no desire to tell you my life story so let me give you the cliff notes. I was blackmailed into my 1st marriage.  Since we met less than a month before our wedding, I didn’t even know Constance when we got married and when we did get to know each other, I didn’t like her. Yes, I cheated on her, a lot, because I was so unhappy. I was trapped in a   marriage I never wanted. My faith doesn’t allow for divorce and worse of all, I had to sit by and watch as the only woman I’ve ever love go out with men that were beneath her.  Aside from my twin children, nothing good came out of my marriage with Constance. When she died, I was finally free to marry my Zelda and it was the best thing I ever did.  It’s been 13 years and I still thank all the stars in the sky every day for that woman and the family she gave me. My marriage to Zelda has given me a happiness that I never knew existed. I used to think that you needed power to be happy, not so. As long as I know my children are safe and I get to wake up next to Zelda each morning, I am perfectly content. You see, Zelda is my very best friend as well as the love of my life and I would never do anything to willing hurt her. For I would be completely lost without her.”

Nina crossed her arms. “You told me about yourself. Now, let me tell you about me. Back in New York, I’m considered a legend. Once I’m interested in someone, that’s it. He’s mine. A man has never refused to share my bed.”

“Well, you know the saying, there’s a 1st time for everything.” Faustus returned.

Nina sighed as she unbuttoned half her top, exposing her bra. “Does this give you any ideas?”

“You know, it does.”

Finally! Nina thought as she smiled, closed her eyes and puckered up for a kiss. Only there was no kiss, and Nina could only feel a tiny movement of fabric. She opened her eyes to see Faustus now had his back to her. She looked down to see that he had buttoned her blouse back up. She was going to call out to him when the bell rang and the children flooded in. After attendance, Nina had an announcement.

“As I told you on Monday, your request to do a new play has been approved. After taking your suggestions all week, I’ve decided to go with the Warner girls’ and Ms. Reed’s idea.”

At her desk, Cordelia frowned. She had no idea that they had submitted a play idea, and the triplets used to tell her everything.

“As per their suggestion,” Nina continued. “we will be doing a watered down version of The Crucible by Arthur Miller. For those of you not in the know, this play is about the Salem witch trials.”

That is when Faustus and Cordelia sighed and buried their faces in their hands at the exact same time.

[babysackville]

Thursday 4th November 1824

8 20/60

2 ¾

Breakfast at 9 35/60 - read from page 16 to 25 vol. 1 Caroline de Litchfield – at 10 40/60 went to call on Miss Harvey – Sat with her 1 ½ hour – find her pleasant enough – well inclined to make herself so – but there is not that blaze of talent about I had been ½ taught to expect – she rented a pension in the Champs Elysees kept by a Scotch lady a Miss Glen or Flynn but indeed she would not allow it to be called a pension – she only received her friends Mrs Heath said there were people of first rate Scotch family there and very rich – the charge £60 a year – on leaving Miss Harvey at 12 10/60 went down to Mrs Barlow – brought her up here and she sat with me till 1 when Madame Galvani came and staid till 2 ¼ - Shewed the translation from Italian into French I had ready for Monday and spent the rest of the time in conversation – without leaving it at all possible to discover that Mrs de Boyve had mentioned I her as a friend of Madame Galvani’s named the duchess de Raguse as lightly spoken of – that is if I came to France again and wished to be in society I must not be introduced to the duchess – Mme Galvani defended her very ably – said those only abuse her who envied her or could not gain admittance to her society – she had trois milles livres de reutes par an [thirty thousand livre a year] and is therefore surrounded with flatterers – when her brother M Perigold was about to marry she would have given up her mistress Mme d’Almagne wife of the celebrated general who was obliged to go to America when the Bourbons came, the duchess took her to Italy with her and settled on her a person of 6000 livres a year – that very woman abuses the duchess who having heard of it, sorrowfully expressed her fears to Mme Galvani that Mme d’Almague should she learn that she knew it, because then she (Mme d’al Almague) would not take the pension – the duchess is 46, one year older than Mme Galvani, is little and broad as long, but had a very beautiful face – she is parted from her husband because he was the 1st to betray Napoleon and she said she would not live with a man who had betrayed his benefactor to which he owed everything – but she allows him 60,000 francs a year – 

Expressed much sorrow for my not having called to inquire after Mme Galvani her being so ill here on Saturday – she had been confined to her bed almost ever since – has had an abscess on the inside of her cheek – had much fever on Sunday – was almost delirious with fever and was so on Sunday – tacitly hinting at herself spoke of all the Italians having amants [lovers] on the subject of the Italian Ladies having cicisbei [male lovers] said the French might be as bad but they always kept up appearances – No! said Mme Galvani not in the highest ranks – that Italians have only one at a time and that for love and the connection frequently lasts 15 or 18 years – the French have several all at once and they always calculate what presents they shall have &c &c. the old women keep the young men and the young men keep the young women – often make these presents with the very money they have received from the old women – but a Frenchman often boasts of favour he had never received – 

A gent having a wish to see Mme Galvani met another gent in a party to where he happened to mention this – the gent hummed and ah-ed and looked significant and at last said he was an amant [lover] of Mme Galvani, sometime afterwards the former gent having been introduced to Mme Galvani met him in a party and after conversing with her a while the other gent came up and asked her who it was he had been talking – the gent expressed his surprise that her amant [lover] should not know her and told Mme Galvani the story who thus learnt how she had thus been accused and justified by the very same person – I thought of Mrs de Boyve’s story against Mrs Barlow and that M de Nappes friend might have accused her with equal falsity – Went down to Mrs Barlow at 2 ¼ and she brought her work and sat with me still 4 40/60 when we both washed our hands &c and sat down to dinner at 5 – Mme de Boyve dined out all the party going to the play but Mme Carbonnier and Mrs Barlow and I and M and Young de Boyve only sat cosily till 9 35/60 then came up to bed – Mrs Barlow soon followed and came to me at 9 50/60 and sat with me till 11 35/60 –

Behaved very properly all the day tho evidently making distant love kissed her gently several times particularly saying she now behaved kindly and well and I was satisfied and would never make a bad use of it. She was cutting some cambric handkerchiefs made a mistake or two said it was all talking to me and was evidently a little distrait in my favour, I owned particularly tonight how comfortable I was to have her working by me it was not happiness but it was the highest degree of comfort and my folly tho now gone off had left a something behind which made my relish for her society more piquant. She understands me well enough she knows I am making love and does not look as if it was impossible she should return it at last. I said she was right and not in saying I should not love long what I did not respect right in the first instance but we were at issue on the point that if my love was returned I should not respect the person, why should I not if she deserved to be respected for every other thing. Surely loving me could not sink her in my esteem why should she not love me, was I not one who might hope to gain attachment and retain it when gained, and in loving me there must be a great deal of mind, hinting that I had not the power to inspire any love which did not chiefly depend on mind. She looked as if not dissenting for displeased but said I there are whom I know I could both respect and love they are not at the worlds end but it matters not to give them a local habitat it on and a name yet to know only one mine where it is necessary to know two is nothing.

She often looks at my gold rings and just presses them on my finger, she had done tonight said I, I know you often think of those rings perhaps you attach too much importance to them and I too little. She asked if I had described the friend who gave them, I somehow said no, ah said she is your dearest friend you told me it was Mrs Lawton, you told me wrong then. To this I made no answer but returning to the position there are whom I know I could both respect and love yet to know only one mind where there are two is nothing, said she directly, you ought to know your own mind before you ask that of others you do not understand these things.  I was silent a moment then said it was possible to unsay in a moment what it had required hours to say, and was going to ask whether she meant that if I was in the same mind three years hence or if my own mind was really made up now could she change hers, but she jumped up must go and went away. I often talk of seeing her two or three years hence when I am to write and she will give me a bed if she can. Whenever I tell her she will be married she always ssays no no she shall not.  I told her tonight I thought she sometimes liked me, she did not deny it speaking of my picture of happiness said I would not let my ‘friend’ get into bed much before or after me, I should [dislike] to find or be found asleep, she smile[d]. I said happiness like all other things required some tact, I though I knew it a little and that I could make the person I loved happy, she said she thought I could - surely she likes me. What would Pi [Marian] say. She has not written to me for too long – curled my hair – 

After Mrs Barlow left me at 11 35/60 then mused a little over the fire – then 20 minutes eating grapes then wrote all but the 1st 1st line of this journal of today which took me till 2 ¼ - Rainy morning – rain for a little while about noon – then rained again almost all the rest of the day – the wind put high now at 2 ¼ at which hour Fahrenheit 60 E… O..  I always feel a little excited with Mrs Barlow

(Diary references: SHMLE80070 & SHMLE80071)

[sinunamor]

An @aphsecretsanta gift for @52px !! Sorry about the late submission! Happy New Year!

Pairing: Ancient Rome x China (romechu)

Prompt: Long distance relationship, modern au

I do not celebrate Christmas, but I have an online friend who does.

Warmth seeped through his porcelain mug. Tired, lithe fingers curled around its smooth surface. A gentle press of lips, a small careful sip and the warmth spread through his chest. The morning fog rolled over the cluttered streets of San Francisco. His window presented him a view of Chinatown rising. Mr. Huang sweeping the front of his herbal shop, Ms. Zhou flicking on a neon light reading “welcome” and a “Merry Christmas” in English and pinyin for her bakery. Around them, the Christmas lights, candy canes and snowflakes signaled the end of another year.

He sighed heavily after the sensation passed, shuffling in his slippers towards the desk stationed in front of his window. Picture frames and assorted souvenir figurines decorated the corners of the mahogany desk. One frame pulled a little closer to his laptop than the rest. Wrinkled brown eyes flickered towards that wide spread of lips, those impossibly straight teeth, that youthful glint of mischief in his eyes. He sat back of the chair and took another sip. Jasmine green tea. The warm herbal scent carried many memories. He set the mug down carefully next to the frame and opened the laptop. He’ll enjoy the view better here. It must be nighttime in Italy.

***

He is the festive sort, that does not surprise me. He finds comfort in the company of others. He would send me photographs, selfies, of his travels and home in Italy. His apartment was so little, such home would be filled with many guests, neighbors, young and old. And he, the center of it all. I wonder if he would enjoy celebrating Lunar New Year with me. He’d enjoy the noise. It would be nice to see him happy.

***

He was half expecting it, Romulo wasn’t online. They did stay up particularly late last night chatting about Christmas plans in broken english and the occasional Italian. Yao briefly looked over last night’s exchange.

RV: nd you? you would be spending Christmas alone?

WY: Alone, yes, i’ll vidchat with Chen and his family...you? You would be throwing a ball

RV: Haha not this year. Decided to keep it small Just me nd my boys and my boys boys’ nd my little girl

WY: very small party so unlike you, i’m Concerned

RV: now you know how i feel!! Im always concerned when i hear you spend holidays alone

WY: i’m alright

RV: i know, i jus wish i can go over there nd spend it with you :(

I haven’t felt my heart pulse an ache in a long while. I do wish that could happen, but there is a half a world between us.

***

My name is Wang Yao, I have seen 48 springs pass me by. 48 years of hardships, blessings and everything in between. I have one son, of which I am very proud. Chen is his name, stayed in China and started his life there. He has his mother’s adventurous spirit, he attended San Francisco State. I admit, he was part of the reason why I came to California at all, but I suppose fathers are mostly protective of their children. While he studied, I was the roommate that cooked for him. But I understood fully that sons needed to make life without their fathers. When time and he graduated with a degree in Travel and Tourism, he and his then girlfriend moved back to the mainland.

So mostly, I was alone. I was too old to fully appreciate the costal nightlife and too young to play mahjong with the elders in the afternoons. An unfortunate generational circumstance of a part-time professor whose social life revolved around attending tai chi group in the mornings, afternoon chats with storefront owners and a dull lecture or two in Mandarin in the evenings.

My son worried for me. He does not see as old, he wanted me to find a friend, a “someone” as he put it, with whom to share interests and hobbies with. To attend events and explore San Francisco for no reason other than to have carefree fun.

***

“It sounds like you want me to find you another mother,” Yao joked over video chat one night.

His eldest son, Chen, laughed heartily. On his lap, an 8 month old daughter gurgling happily and wiggled closer towards the phone lens. Yao was very happy he managed a screenshot of her rosy cheeked face.

“Any partner will do,” Chen teased back. “Your children know you were never particular to any sort.”

Yao let out a frustrated sound, his hand twitched as if he could really swat his son a Pacific Ocean away. “You speak without saying anything!” he reprimanded, holding a glint in his eye.

“We just have your best interests in mind,” Chen smiled. “Ay baba, there are how many people in this world and you cannot befriend one?”

“Well, give me a phonebook of all the people in this world and I shall start inquiring,” Yao half-scoffed.

Chen pursed his lips, his baby babbling, “Yi yi yi!”. Yao cooed and sang at her, wanting so much to reach out and hold her.

“How about a forum instead?”

***

And that was how I met him. The world forum website. Chen had discovered its existence through one boring weekend spent on his school campus. It was a language learning forum but it was no secret that it also served as a dating site as it had the option to state that one was looking for a romantic relationship.

Of course what I had to offer was Mandarin, a fluent grasp on English, and some Cantonese. Yet, I did not feel like connecting with people from the mainland or the United States. The forum listed many, even unheard of languages, but none that held my interest for long. I wanted something simple yet unique, something uncommon but had a significant influence throughout human history.

I remember reading “Italian” and remembering how at one point in my life was enamored with the history of the small Mediterranean peninsula. Of all its accomplishments and failures, the dialects, the influence on art and politics. Of all the love and admiration for Italy as a whole.

It felt childish at first, but I was soon focused solely on the Italian threads, trying to start conversations with others within my age range. It was frustrating to find that it was never as easy as it sounded. Some seemed unreachable or plain dull and there was a great imbalance sent to my inbox from men than women. At first it was amusing, sending them off with an “Thank you for your kind compliments, as a man, I am very flattered” but as I was weeding out the active few with other intentions, there was not much left. I was soon logging in less and ignoring the few notifications I receive over the span of the week.

Until a “ciao bella ;)” reached me.

I do not know what intrigued me, it was not much different from the others that were sent and ignored. Perhaps I was in a good mood, perhaps I was in fact in a very bad one. Perhaps his profile did lure me in, as he claims to this day, but I responded:

“Wrong gender, it would be ‘bello’ not ‘bella’”.

Not even a minute passed before my computer alerted me of a new message.

“ciao bello ;)”

***

His name is Romolo Vargas and he is 4 years my junior. He wants to see the world, and he has been in half of it. He has 3 children, two sons and one daughter of which he is very proud. Unlike me, he is divorced and was spending his free time going to places he had longed to go as a child. He has been to Greece and Thailand, France and Estonia, countries whose name I cannot begin to pronounce. At first, I had thought I was an outlet for him to brag about his travels, about the women he wooed, but then he was always asking about what I done, how my day went, and how I felt. As if I was the most interesting man in the world.

Then the first Christmas came and he was insistent on sending me a gift.

***

“Baba, we are glad you found that friend,” Chen said over the phone. “But you never know this man’s true intentions. How do we even know a Romolo Vargas exists?”

“I’m well aware,” Yao muttered, feeling a tinge of annoyance course through him. “I’ll admit he’s a little flirty, but he never gave me reason to doubt his sincerity.”

“It hurts me to say this, truly it does,” Chen muttered. “But what if Romolo is just leading you on? What if this is a game that he plays?”

“On older men and women? Yes, I know,” Yao frowned, his tone a little harsher than intended. “Thought you had said I wasn’t that old to begin with.”

***

They would never understand the late-night conversations I had, of philosophy and bao recipes. While he was rising, I was preparing for sleep. We managed a balance of work and chat. We began to send each other pictures, photographs of our homes, what we see throughout our day and ourselves. There was never pressure or qualm to keep our discussions going, we just carried on naturally.

Then Chen suggested I should get a P.O. box instead. Bright boy.

His first Christmas gift was a small painted black rooster from Portugal, a few collected postcards from previous travels and a 3 page handwritten letter explaining the story of the little rooster, of his New Year plans and his gratitude of meeting me. I never felt so close and intimate to him before. I felt young again.

We carried on, occasionally sending each other trinkets and tokens of a blossoming friendship. I sent him tea leaves, recipes, inkstones and brushes, a book on tai chi and bonsai training. Soon my bamboo plant and bonsai pot was inhabited with little figurines from the entirety of Europe and western Asia.

The next Christmas we gifted each other the trust of each other’s phone numbers. The first video chat on our phones. When we saw each other on our screens, we laughed.

***

“I’m telling you, you look younger than you say you are! Are you sure you 46?” Romolo grinned. His backdrop was his gardens overlooking the coast. His curls, touched with glints of silver and gold lightly kissed his flushed cheeks from a chilled breeze.

“The sunlight suits you,” Yao admitted without another thought.

A soft, silent smile. Yao felt his heart caught in his throat.

“And I bet you capture it beautifully with your eyes,” Romolo muttered.

Yao wanted to hide behind his sleeve like a flustered schoolgirl. It was a sincere compliment, nothing that implied a growing love for him, no matter how he wished for it to be true.

***

This Christmas would be no different. We had agreed on only sending each other a letter as we haven’t been writing to each other lately. Yet, I had sent his favorite box of tea along with a translated poem I wrote in simplified pinyin. A silly little poem about the love of two birds on seperate nests with a grand river in between, using the strengths of their songs to communicate in new echoing melodies. He always expressed his admiration for Chinese calligraphy. I wonder what he will think of the poem. I wonder if he’ll attempt to read the characters himself before reading the translated bits.

I wasn’t so sure Romolo was going to send me something as well but I did not want to anticipate a gift. I’d prefer to be pleasantly surprised.

***

Yao opened another tab on his computer to check on his email, the local news and weather. Another chilly day as expected in San Francisco Bay. He silently debated going out to pick up groceries at the local market. He already gave himself a bread by sleeping in and missing his Tai Chi session. He stretched his lower back until he felt relieving pops. He sighed heavily, eyeing the little black Portuguese rooster. He reached out to grab it from its place between a figurine of the Roman Colosseum and a windmill figurine from the Netherlands. Yao smiled, running his thumb over the painted wing. The shine was mostly gone, but the sentimental par of him will forever remember the first intimate contact they had with one another. Gingerly, he placed “Little Romolo” back in its place, and stood up to make a light breakfast.

The lone click of chopsticks and the drone of a Chinese reporter from a streamed video on his phone were the only sounds disturbing the calm silence of his studio apartment. The cloud filtered sunlight bled through the curtains, casting greyer shadows in the dimly lit corner of his dining area. Yao rested his head on the heel of his palm, his leg crossed over the other, softly flapping his slipper against his heel. It would be nice to share the silence with Romolo. The reporter’s voice would be replaced with that of his low rumbling chuckles and gentle teases.

Yao’s lips curled up in a soft smile. Christmas would be lonelier this year.

He perked up to the sound of his phone buzzing to life. He turned his attention back to his phone and felt his heart leap. It was a message from Romolo.

RV: check yor PO box >:)

His lips spread into a wider grin. Of course the fool sent him something anyway.

Yao lightly brushed his hair and slipped into a light jacket, scarf and boots. He locked the door behind him with a an eager well-meaning click.

He strode down the hills with purpose. Simple, passing thoughts went through him. What if he gotten him a much larger present? A more expensive one? A painting? Yao chuckled at the thought. Romolo was more than capable for pulling such a stunt.

As expected, the post office was moderately busy. People in hoodies, beanies, scarves and the like made lines to send last minute gifts. Yao made his way towards his box, a small sized thing yet perfect for letters and small paintings.

Something caught his eye. His P.O. box had a note on it. Yao furrowed his brow and neared it. The note was in flowy cursive so he took some time to decipher what it said.

Look behind you <3

Yao’s eyes widened, turning around slowly before his gaze focused on a man that no longer blended with the crowd. That spread of lips revealing impossibly straight teeth and a youthful glint of mischief in his eyes. His brown curls stuffed under a beanie, still showing glints of gold and silver. A spread of lips so handsome, it made joyous wrinkles appear around his eyes.

“Romolo?” Yao whispered.

Romolo nodded.

Yao rushed into the man’s open arms, earning the stares of a few curious strangers.

It was him, physically, it was his scent, his arms, his hair, his breath. His voice. “Merry Christmas,” he muttered, wrapping his arms tightly around him in turn.

He must be dreaming.

***

“So I have my hotel room and everything, don’t worry!” Romolo explained quickly, his arms moving about the more he got excited. Yao found it endearing. They had stopped by a bakery to grab a sweet bread to commemorate the moment.

“I realize how it might have been an inconvenience for you, or perhaps,” Romolo chuckled nervously. Yao noted he looked a little older than he last saw him on video chat. He must be jet lagged. “A little strange since I did not tell you beforehand, er, outright.”

“It is a surprise,” Yao said. “But a welcomed one.”

Romolo nodded, his shoulders laxing in relief.

“How long will you be staying for?” Yao asked.

“A week,” Romolo sighed, placing his hands on the table. “I cannot stay out for too long during the holidays.”

Yao felt a hint of disappointment. There was no possible way Romolo will be back in time for Lunar New Year.

Yao eyed his hands and made the first hesitant slow reach for Romolo. Perhaps if he did not stretch it too far, he could pretend he was stretching his arm.

But he felt his fingers get caught. Pale, longer fingers were soon in between darker, thicker ones. They did not say a word, their touch molded around each other, feeling every callous and muscle. The strength of their knuckles and the softness of their pads. Romolo smiled softly at Yao, it wasn’t flirty nor teasing. Sincere. Like they have done this before.

“I’m glad,” Yao muttered.

He’ll save up to surprise him for next Christmas.

[arielle0808]

can I request mc and minor trio meeting at the party (or sevens bunker for... some people, lol) and realizing they’ve met them before, or were previously friends? thank you so much!!! c:

Hey, there!!!

The confusion hahaha!Here you have it! I really hope you like it 💖 Have a nice day and thank you for your request ^^ 

Yoosung 

When his eyes land on MC at the party for the first time, he thought they looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite say where or when he had seen them before. 

He would spend the entire event staring at them, trying to find out when they had met. 

People believed he was just fascinated by finally being able to see his beloved MC (or that the injuries were starting to affect him). And he was fascinated, but also curious. 

Finally, he realised:“You are at my class!!!” 

And they were, only that, well… They had just gone to that class once???? 

Awkward giggles during all the night, silly references to the class they go together and some inner jokes that only they would understand and would make them more gigglish.

Zen 

He could swear he had seen them before but couldn’t really tell when or where.

Finally, at the party, he realised MC had been a dancer on one of his performances.

He would spend the entire even commenting on that performance and telling them curiosities about about the rest of the cast that they didn’t know in advance.

It was nice sharing memorie together, even though they quite didn’t knoweach other back then

It was destiny, wasn’t it~?

Jaehee 

When she saw them at the party, she stared at them for a couple of minutes. 

She had seen them somewhere but couldn’t really tell where. 

Then, she remembered. MC was the barista that usually served her coffee at the cafeteria next to C&R. 

She is so embarrassed at first! She hadn’t been able to recognise them without the uniform! 

Had they not recognised her either…?? 

She wouldn’t bring up the subject until some time afterwards, a bit too shy to do it. 

As Yoosung, she would let out awkward giggles that would only embarrass her more, though they are adorable

Jumin

When Mc got to his penthouse, Jumin thought they seemed familiar to him. At the party, he finally realised.

MC had sent an application to work at the C&R some months ago. And they had not been hired.

He would stare at them for some time, troubled.

…There was no way the hadn’t recognised him, was there?

What was he supposed to say? Should he apologise? Why were they pretending nothing had happened???

His head was spinning.

Finally, he decided to bring up the subject after some time, but MC just brushed it away.

“I’d much rather work for the party coordinator of the RFA anyway.” More so after seeing Jaehee’s workload.

707

When he sawMC through the security cameras of Rika’s apartment, he thought they lookedfamiliar, but didn’t know where he had seen them before.

Nevertheless,after carrying out his background research of them, he found out MC had beenborn and raised in the same neighbourhood as he!!

He hadoften seen them going to church and the few times he got to sneak out of thehouse or his mother sent him on errands.

He takeshis time to tell MC, of course, since they can’t know about his past, buteventually he finally tells them about it.

At thatmoment, MC realises too why he seemed so familiar, though they would have neverbeen able to relatehim with that thin and scared boy they had seen before.

Lots ofcuddles to Seven, which he of course welcomes.

He wouldmake MC hundreds of questions about their past as well, questions which hisresearch had not been able to answer.

Alsobelieves it’s destiny~

V

Herecognised them immediately when he saw them at Mint Eye.

MC was aperson he had often found in his photograph exhibitions and with whom he hadchatted some times. They had always expressed their admiration towards hisworks and he had felt flattered and happy every time he saw them.

Of course,he believes it’s because of him that MC was dragged into Mint Eye, due to theadmiration they’ve expressed towards him more than once, and feels guilty aboutit.

MCrecognises V immediately as well when they see him at Mint Eye.

With time,they’ll work about those feelings of guilt

Saeran

When he sawMC, he identified them as the perfect target to lure to Mint Eye, but he didn’tknow why.

When he sawthem in real life, he realised that they had attended the school he was able togo to when Rika and V rescued him from his mom.

Of course,he had never talked to them at school and after realising this, he was moreself-conscious and shy around them, though he wouldn’t tell them why. Unknownwould blame them for not remembering him, and wouldn’t tell them either howthey met before. Nevertheless, the final version of Saeran would finally reveal it to them.

As withSeven, MC would have never been able to relate the shy, thin, and scaredred-haired child with the white and pink-haired prince that had received themat Mint Eye, less so with his ruder version. Of course, Saeran doesn’t blamethem about it, though he still feels a bit shy about it. 

He hadn’t chosen themat random, after all

Vanderwood

When he met MC on Seven’s bunker, he was too stressed out with the hacker to give it too much of a thought, but after meeting them for a couple of more times, he realised they looked familiar.

Which scared them.

He trusted that Seven’s reseach of their background would be effective and MC wasn’t a person they had had to fight against or together with in any of their missions, but he was scared that they knew about his past. That could be dangerous for MC and make Vanderwood remember part of his past.

With time, though, when MC started helping him out of the blue with his tasser, he realised that they used to work at his favourite store for tasser (since these were not supplied by the agency).

He believes in love now.

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[looselucy]

Forty - One Year

February 2nd Walking hand in hand with someone in public like I had nothing to hide was still something I was growing accustom to. I often found myself glancing down to mine and Will’s hands, wondering why it felt so odd that they were linked together. It wasn’t even just that, the fact that I could even be with him in public baffled me, since I had grown used to having an indoor relationship because of Harry. But I enjoyed the fact that I could just go and get lunch with Will and there was nothing to worry about, we could go out for drinks together and not have to pretend we were strangers.

We were still in the early stages, I hadn’t even slept with him, but things were incredibly sweet between the two of us. He was a gentleman, always pulling out chairs for me and opening doors for me. One thing that annoyed me was that he refused to let me pay for anything, that drove me mad, but since we were only on our first few dates I wasn’t going to call him up on it quite yet, but I wouldn’t let him carry that on. We wandered through the busy streets together, mumbling light conversations and catching up. I couldn’t actually quite believe how packed it was since the weather was incredibly bitter, my gloves, hat, and giant coat couldn’t keep out the cold. There was a slight inkling of snow, but unfortunately it wasn’t sticking to the ground. We reached the place we were having lunch, Will typically holding the door for me and gently pushing me inside. The relief that rushed me as the warmth of the room took over me was beautiful, making me breathe in with a deep appreciation. I looked around to see the beautiful place Will had picked out, there was a nice bustle amongst the people sat there eating their food, the lighting was dim which coloured the bare brick walls quite beautifully. “I booked us a table.” He leaned into my ear. I blushed a smile to him as I saw him wink at a man who worked there, who seemed to automatically know who he was, beginning to lead us to a quiet table at the back of the room without either of them having to say a word. Will kept his hand snaked around my waist until I unbuttoned my coat, revealing my outfit for the evening. I was wearing a simple black playsuit, and Will wore a beautiful tight fitted black suit. It was nice getting all dressed up and going out with him, it felt like we were a real, mature couple. I thanked the waiter as he seated us, another man already bringing over a pre-ordered bottle of wine which looked more expensive than I cared to think. “Well look at you.” I smiled to Will, seating myself. “You’ve gone all out.” He grinned to himself as he took a seat across from me, shuffling off his coat and revealing the entire suit to me, proving even more so how good he looked when he was dressed well. Then again, he always looked good. “Special night for a special girl.” Sometimes, I couldn’t decide if my blushing to his words were because I was flattered or because I wasn’t too fond of his cheesy lines, but I knew he meant it whenever he spoke that way, and that was sweet of him. “Well… thank you.” I spoke. “It’s really lovely.” The waiter poured the wine into the glasses for us, which Will proceeded to taste and tell the waiter it was fine, as it always goes. After the waiter walked away, I asked a stupid question that always played my mind. “What would they do if like… you just spat the wine back out saying it was horrible and demanded a new one! Would they have to do it?” “Umm, I dunno. I guess so.” He chuckled. “British people are far too polite to do that anyway!” I said. “Even if it came, and I hated it, I don’t think I would ever tell them about it.” “Well, you’re actually only supposed to do it to make sure the wine hasn’t gone off. Not just to see if you like it.” “But what if you didn’t like it?” I quizzed. “Do you ever shut up?” He joked. “... No, not really.” I smirked. He bit his lip and admired me across the table. The lighting of the place complimented his tanned skin quite beautifully. I had always been attracted to him, but the more I saw of him it increased. Soon enough the waiter was back by our side, passing us both a menu as we thanked him. I gritted my teeth as I looked down to a menu full of food I couldn’t even understand, which happened to me quite often, and I always had to end up asking the other person who I was with what half the food was. This restaurant was no different. I sat there trying to figure out what everything was, but the word pizza quickly leapt out at me and I knew I would be ordering something from the list, so I decided not to care about any of the other words on the menu. We muttered between each other happily before placing our orders. There was a nice buzz to the place he had chosen, I realised the distant sound of a piano wasn’t a track being played, but an actual pianist sat in the corner, trapped in his own creation, lost within the sounds. I couldn’t speak for a while as I watched him in admiration, loving the talent he had and was sharing with the room. I eventually turned back to Will, giving him a small smile, silently thanking him for introducing me to the wonderful place. He nodded, silently accepting my thanks. “So,” I coughed. “It’s The Brits next week and I want you to come with me.” “The Brits?” He questioned, confused. “Yeah.” “Wait... The Brits?” “Do you need me to spell it out?” I laughed. “How come you get to go to The Brits?” I could already see how excited he was. “Well it’s all that AM Girl bullshit, and we’re up for Best Video again. So...” The decision to be in another video wasn’t an easy one. For some time, images of Tyler swirled my mind in an uncontrollable whirlpool, sickening me to the core. I couldn’t help but think that if I was to star in another video, there was the opportunity that someone else could grow and unhealthy infatuation with me, that someone else with an unstable mind could see me in the same way he had. I struggled to come to terms with how unlikely that would be. I struggled to accept that I was safe. There were just a few things changed my mind. I didn’t want to let my fear and trepidations turn in sexism. I didn’t want to let all males fall into the same category, I didn’t want to let one boy skewer my vision of the rest. I had enough positive male company in my life to not let that happen to my mind. Another thing was that I didn’t want it to control me. I didn’t want painful experiences and memories to take over my being. I wanted to move past him, and what he’d done to me, and being in another video felt like I was doing that. As much as sometimes it frustrated me, AM Girl had become part of who I was, and the thought of letting Tyler take that away from me angered me so much more than I had expected it to. By being in another video, it felt like I was winning, it felt like I had defeated him even further. He wanted me trapped, he wanted me caged, he wanted me all to himself. And even now he was gone, I still wanted to prove to him that I was free. I was no longer locked in his basement, not even in the deepest, darkest parts of my mind. Being in the video was a way of acting out and reaffirming those thoughts. The video was released later than planned, but eventually I moved along to the music of ‘I Want It All’ in a video I loved much more than the previous two. They were all pretty brilliant when it came to subliminal messages of female power, but this one rang that message even more so, I thought. It was a strange video, it seemed a little artier than the others. It consisted of me sat on throne atop the stage of an old theatre, the place gloomy and dusted. I stared out into the audience, which was full of men, all desperate to reach me, all watching me, but all I did was sit there. Eventually the room erupted into a giant fight, but I just continued to watch them, a real lack of interest on my face as I drank a green bottle of beer unenthusiastically. It was as simple as that, but obviously there was so much meaning behind it all. It didn’t just show female power, it displayed male weakness, it said so much and it said it so silently, it had actually received a lot of credit for the things it spoke, what people took from it, how it made people feel. Being a part of it was one of the best decisions I had ever made. “Are you kidding me? I GET TO GO TO THE BRITS?” His giddy excitement was one of the cutest things I had ever seen, his reaction reminded me of someone just telling a toddler they were going to Disney World, it made me giggle and blush. A few heads turned our way but we didn’t really care, it was a happy little moment we were sharing. “If you want to.” I shied. “Of course I want to!” He grabbed my hand across the table. “Anna, that’s amazing, thank you so much.” “Don’t worry about it.” I smiled to him. “I’m glad you’re going to be there.” Pain crashed into my mind in a sharp headache as thoughts came to me, thoughts of how it must have been a year since I had met him, thoughts of how he was going to be there, thoughts of what he might say or think when he saw me, if he would act as though I was a stranger, if he would talk to me. But I knew, in some way, I was going to interact with Harry once again. And my heart sunk at the thought. I knew that was the main reason I asked Will to go with me.

I couldn’t help but compare the car drive to the red-carpet to the year before, where everything had been so fresh and I was completely controlled. I had so much more freedom the second time around, even to the point where the media had stopped being so negative about me and come to a strange conclusion that I wasn’t actually all bad. I appreciated it in some ways, but then even that annoyed me because I wished to be one of those people who just didn’t give a fuck what they said about me, bad or good. But I did, there was no changing that. Alex and the boys sat drinking and conversing, and a weird part of me couldn’t help but sit back and look at the moment with the feeling that nothing had changed, even though everything had. Rachel and Will were going to meet us inside, not joining us for the quick stroll down the red strip that apparently marked your worth. The boys weren’t as nervous this time round, the previous year they had been nominated for the album, which was a massive deal to them. Since they hadn’t smashed out an album in the past year, they were only up for video, but I was really excited about it. I think another thing that made it feel better for me was the fact that I felt so much more comfortable, I was half knowing what to expect, I knew the ground wasn’t going to swallow me, the lights weren’t going to blind me, the crowds weren’t going to trample me. I just felt more at ease. Of course, my anxiety levels were high. I kept imagining the scenario of what would happen if and when me and Harry bumped into one another. I couldn’t help but keep playing it over and over in my mind, how it would be. I was more than aware that there would be some awkwardness, but I knew that Harry was an incredibly polite person, I just pictured he would umm and ahh some idle conversation and then we would awkwardly part. It made me sad, thinking of the two of us being that way. We had shared so much, there was so much history between us, I hated the thought of just brushing that under a rug. It also came down to the fact that I had become so strong thanks to him, part of the reason I was still standing on my feet was because of what he had done for me. I knew all of that was going to be ignored in our inevitable exchange, it made me feel so uncomfortable. I shook off the feeling as best I could. My eyes traced down over my dress. I had opted for something other than black and gone for a dark purple floor-length dress, temptingly dark. It fit around my neck, once again covering the tattoo. The rest of the dress was attached from there, and it flowed down and nipped at my waist before becoming loose again. Combined with my dark hair, even though my outfit wasn’t black it was still a dark look from me. But what did I really expect from myself? I brushed some hair from my face and took a deep breath in, still having to silently prepare myself for the event. I could kind of see Alex smiling at me from the other side of the limo, looking incredibly dapper again in one of his many suits. “You okay, Black?” I looked up to him, knowing there was still a slight bit of concern in his question no matter how positive his smile was. “I’m really good.” I told him honestly. “I know what you’re nervous about.” He said firmly. “Yeah?” “Styles.” I rolled my eyes, hearing the distant buzz of the crowd as we neared the arena, getting closer and closer to our destination, closer and closer to what Alex had correctly guessed I was nervous about. I shrugged, moving past the moment, again. “I suppose it’s best to get it over with.” “When did you become such a positive person?” He almost laughed. I didn’t know the answer to that question. I pictured myself a year ago, and I was a lot more negative then. It was surreal, you would think after everything that had happened it would have made me more negative, but it had just swayed me, it just made me embrace things more, and I liked that. I continued to find pride in myself because of the matter. I giggled away the question as we slowly pulled up, the layout exactly the same as the previous year, everything seeming so uncomfortably familiar as I glanced out of the windows, seeing the same desperate hands reach to the car. “You ready?” Jamie asked. We all nodded, and quickly enough the door swung open, the lights burned at our skin, and I was taken back a year in time.

“CHEERS!” We all clinked our glasses together and cheered, celebrating yet another win at The Brits. It came as no surprise that once again I refused to get on stage when they called up the boys for best video, feeling far too shy and withdrawn for the matter, but I was still incredibly happy about it. I beamed as Alex made a drunken speech on stage, subconsciously gripping hold of Will’s hand down by my side. The evening moved on, and we were now at the after-party, celebrating our win over expensive alcohol that I didn’t even really enjoy the taste of but it was fun to play along. We all grimaced after our sips, none of us seeming to like the taste that swilled our mouths. Quickly, Will snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me to him and placing a big kiss on my cheek. I giggled, turning to look at him, our lips beautifully close as I gazed down to his, almost able to feel his chisel scratching my skin in a manner I enjoyed. “You should have got up on stage.” He smirked. “And why’s that?” I couldn’t keep my eyes off his lips. “I like the idea of boys being insanely jealous of me.” He cocked his brows. “I don’t need to be on stage for that.” I played. “My unavoidable charm and wit and incredible personality will do all that for me.” “Oh, well I guess I’m a lucky guy.” “You are. Well done.” I moved in and kissed him, the first drags of alcohol affecting me in such a wonderful way as I began to really enjoy the atmosphere we were in. The room was alive, loud happy voices thudded at the walls of the room which began to reflect in my heart. I kissed Will tenderly, both of us grinning into the kiss, hearing Alex woo at our embrace from the side. We eventually pulled away, still smiling into one another’s sparkling eyes as I took him in, enjoying the time I was spending with him. “I’m gunna go to the bar and actually buy a drink I like. You want anything?” I asked. “No, I’m good thank you.” He returned. I pecked his lips again before un-slotting from his side, slowly making my way over to the bar. It wasn’t too busy, a few others stood there casually chatting and drinking but it wasn’t swarmed, people seemed to have gotten a number of bottles in one foul swoop and taking them to their tables. I smiled to the waiter behind the bar, requesting a whiskey and lemonade. “So you haven’t changed.” Harry’s voice made my face drop and my stomach churn as my breathing became horrifically unsteady. I closed my eyes and tried to calm, rolling my shoulders before turning in the direction the bellowing deep voice had come from. His dimples deepened and filled and he chewed on his gum, looking at me with the most indifferent expression. He looked incredible, his hair freshly cut and clean, typically swooped back over his head, looking soft to the touch. His skin seemed darker than usual, his shoulders broader and his stature was incredibly tense. He put his eyes up and down me with not a flicker of emotion, which caused my heart to strain. “Hi.” I barely whispered. He shot a completely sarcastic smile at me, and the more our exchange played out, the more my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t even polite like I had expected, he just looked as though he really didn’t care, like he hardly knew me. Like he hated me. “How are you?” I couldn’t raise the pitch of my broken voice. “What do you care?” He scowled, turning away from me, leaning on the bar. “Wh-what?” I could barely speak; I could feel my throat hitching in a way that was suggesting I was going to cry. I couldn’t explain how I felt, it was like he was repeatedly hitting me in the chest without touching me, like his knuckles were meeting my flesh and leaving me winded. The barman caught my attention again by passing me the drink I ordered. I quickly passed him my money, telling him to keep the change regardless of how much that actually was, I just needed to get away. I moved, trying to get away from him as swiftly as possible. “Say hi to your boyfriend.” He shouted over his shoulder. I stopped dead in my tracks, the feeling of sadness disappearing to be replaced with a frustrated annoyance, my nostrils flaring as I fleeted back around, marching over to him, my attitude and mood having totally changed. “Excuse me?” I shot. He moved from the bar, looking at me with no emotions, still chewing his gum. He raised his eyebrows as though asking me what the fuck my problem was. You are. You’re my problem. “Is that why you’re acting like a cunt?” I raised my voice. “Nah. He seems like a nice guy. Just send my love to him.” He smirked sarcastically. “What the fuck is your problem? You have a girlfriend!” He started laughing, you know that kind of cocky self-assured snigger that suggested he thought I was fucking idiot. I hated it. “Y’know what, Harry, I actually thought you were going to be decent.” I spat. “Nice to see you’ve turned into a total arse-hole since the last time I saw you.” “Nice to see my current girlfriend is a lot better than my ex.” He returned. My urge to slap him was so unbelievably great that I had to walk away, I had to storm away from the situation as quickly as I could before things got out of hand. My blood boiling sent my body into a shivering spiral as I paced away from him, my angry breathing guiding me towards the back exit of the building, making sure to avoid eye contact with anyone in the hope they wouldn’t see and follow me. I burst through a pair of fire doors, finding myself in an empty back-alley, the gentle bustle of London sounding in the distance. The wet concrete pressed beneath my feet, the end of my dress catching onto it thanks to the fact I had abandoned my heels earlier in the night, taking some of my height away from me. And as I expected to scream out into the night, letting my anger seep my voice box, another sound escaped me. A sob. And I just burst out crying.

[jaeminlore]

enemies to lovers!jonghyun

a/n: for razzle dazzle anon!

i don’t talk about shinee that much but they’re my second bias group they mean the absolute world to me

and this one is for the softest boy in the world i love him so so much

anyway let’s get to the rivalry

wedding planner!jonghyun is known throughout all south korea as the best in the world

everyone wants him to plan their weddings, from idols to comedians to actors to politicians: there isn’t anyone on earth who doesn’t want jonghyun as their wedding planner

he’s just that good like he knows which colors go together he knows which caterers are best he knows the best deejays

there’s nothing he can’t do especially with florist!jinki and cake designer!taemin by his side, not to mention dress designer!kibum and mixologist!minho always ready to help for a discounted price

which the clientele obviously don’t know about

the boys work for other wedding designers too, as well as different events that their job calls for

so most of them are in the know when it comes to who is who in the event planning business esp kibum

actually it’s just kibum

you’re a wedding planner from your own country, but because of your amazing skills you’ve been invited to korea to help plan a wedding for this super famous actress who is getting married

and jonghyun thought he was a shoo in for that job so he’s a bit ??? when the news comes out that the “best wedding planner in the world” had been booked

because tbh he thought that was him

taemin in the bg: no no ur just the most famous in korea,,, there’s a difference

anyway jonghyun is mad bc you’ve essentially stomped onto his turf and are now taking his very rich clientele like it’s not going to slide

so he finds your number and calls you up

“y/n’s wedding event service, what can i help you with?”

and jonghyun is like cut the speil lady i know you’re out for my title

nd you’re just what title? who are you??

this did offend jonghyun that you somehow didn’t know his voice over the phone so he dramatically replies “this is jonghyun obv,,, the best wedding planner in the world”

but you must not notice the hostility in his voice bc you reply, “dude i love you! you’re like my hero when it comes to weddings,,, all my weddings are inspired by you”

jonghyun kind of wants to be flattered bc no one has ever told him smth like that before and also your words made his heart race with joy but he’s going to keep his cool and still play the “i hate you” card

“so it wasn’t enough to steal my ideas, now you have to steal my clients?”

nd you’re like wtf is wrong w you dude it’s just a wedding and you think about being civil with him since you look up to him but now you want to bite back with the same venom he shot at you

“maybe if you’d make your rates a bit more affordable, people would have the money to choose you over me”

“my prices are reasonable!”

“maybe to politicians and millionaires?? but people with basic income do not want to spend the amount of money you charge to have a wedding... esp if they’re trying to save money”

jonghyun feels INSULTED and ASHAMED bc he thought his prices were pretty good

“my prices are some of the lowest rates in south korea”

“well it looks like you’ve got a bunch of greedy wedding planners then bc you charge almost double what i charge in my country,,, that’s why they asked for me instead.”

jonghyun isn’t sure he can change his prices like the last thing he wants to do is make his clients broke but he also doesn’t want people to think he’s cheap

he almost wants to ask you how you do it: stay afloat at low prices and still able to pay rent

but he’s still angry and annoyed w you so he resists and hangs up on you, not feeling up to talking to you

so after that you sort hate jonghyun too like why did he have to be so rude to you??

but fast forward to a few days before the wedding and your florist cancelled???? and you have no idea what to do bc the whole theme of this wedding was floral paradise and you can’t have floral paradise without the floral

and you have no idea what you’re doing like you can’t find another florist this late in the game that will agree to give you a ton of flowers on short notice

they’d have to work overtime and it’d be such a chore and you feel at such a loss

your first overseas wedding and you were so excited bc your work would finally be in the news and more people might ask for you by name

all that work down the drain bc a florist who quit for unknown reason

you feel like crying and for some reason you pick up your phone and call jonghyun

yeah you sort of hate him but he’s also a fellow wedding planner and he’s the closest one you can go to right now who probably has advice

and it’s late when you call so his voice is super groggy and low “hello?”

you’re shaking like your anxiety is to the max and “jonghyun? it’s y/n and —”

“are you crying?” his voice is v soft and sweet like suddenly he doesn’t sound so mean

“it’s just that my florist cancelled on me and the wedding is in two days! how am i supposed to find a florist who will give me a whole truck load of flowers in two days?? the theme is based around flowers and if i fail this one no one is ever going to trust me again i’ll be known as a failure and an untrustworthy planner”

and jonghyun just kind of shushes you like “look you’re really tired and worried, but you need sleep okay? get some rest and meet me at the park on maple at around eight o'clock”

he doesn’t really give you time to agree but for some reason his words calm you, and you think jonghyun might actually help you

the next morning you grab all your planning stuff and head over to the park, hoping that jonghyun didn’t send you on a wild goose hunt just for fun.

when you finally spot him, he’s sitting around with four other guys and like five or six dogs running around and chasing each other

when you see jonghyun you lowkey gasp like wow he’s v handsome irl too bad he’s so rude to me

but then he smiles and walks up to you, looking sort of nervous “hey, um, these are my friends. jinki here is a florist and if you want, we can all pitch in and get the decorations ready for the wedding using the flowers he has”

you genuinely don’t know what to say like you sort of thought jonghyun was just going to make a laughing stock of you but he hasn’t

“aren’t you going to tell me that you’re a better planner than me?”

jonghyun shrugs “i mean, i am, but as a planner i know that it’s important that every wedding goes off without a hitch. i will push away my feelings for the good of the wedding”

it’s not the apology you wanted but you have more important things to worry abt so you’re like great!!! let’s go!!!

and turns out jinki is super sweet and owns this really small flower shop and it’s filled with a bunch of pretty arrangements and stuff

and he was more than ready to give you a helping hand

you gave him all the blueprints and drawings you had ready and jinki was like !!!! i can do this !!!!

and he shows you all of the flowers he has and all the different ways he can arrange them

so you two plan centerpeices and aisle markers and stuff

once you’re satisfied you show it to the other boys and everyone gets to work replicating all the pieces

and you’ve also got to make your own banners like you have to find siLK

and kibum is like dndnsnnsks well i have a ton in my office i’ve got eggshell and pearl and cream and lavender and rose and —

jonghyun cuts him off like we’re on a schedule buddy!!!

so jonghyun decides to take you to kibum’s house since he needs to drop all the puppers off anyways

they’re a bit of a distraction at the flower shop since taemin and kibum can’t seem to leave them alone

and when you arrive you see the pearl colored silk and immediately know it’ll go with the flowers

so you grab it and drape it across the edges of kibum’s desk “so imagine this is the aisle and it dips between each pew with a lil bouquet matching the bride is holding it up”

and as you’re talking you get this huge smile on your face and jonghyun begins to feel bad for being so rude to you over the phone bc

rlly you’re just like him: someone who wants to make others happy

and you both only have the bride and groom’s best interests at heart

it shouldn’t matter who is planning the wedding as long as the couple is happy

but jonghyun keeps this all to himself like he has some pride yknow

he helps you cut the silk and fold it neatly so that it doesn’t get messed up on the way back

and when you guys arrive everyone is amazed bc the colors look rlly beautiful together like all the boys are lowkey getting emo

esp jonghyun he always gets really emotional when he helps w a wedding bc he kind of dreams of his own and he can’t wait for it to be perfect and beautiful and amazing

most importantly he can’t wait to have someone by his side who makes him forget the beauty of flower arrangements and dresses and cakes

anyway so it takes well into the night before all the arrangements are finished

and the boys are already planning on helping you place them in the church and reception hall the next day bc you’re on a time punch and this was all the florists’ job

so they come over and everyone gets started on a different section of the church

jinki tells you and jonghyun to go to the reception hall and set up the centerpieces and everything

jinki lowkey ships the two of you okay

at the reception hall you both just set up the flowers and hope everything will be done before the rehearsal dinner that night, or else you’ll have to tell the bride that she lost her florist

you’re hoping she’ll never find out abt your screw up

when you guys are done you just sit and breathe bc …. finally ….. it’s over and you can rest

jonghyun is sort of close to you like his arm keeps brushing against your shoulder and you catch him more than once stealing glances at you

“thank you,” you say, bc you can’t really put into words how much his help means to you

he nods, “yeah, i guess when the couple books a sucky wedding planner, a mistake like this is expected”

you think he’s being legit and turn your head, almost sad that he still hates you

but he’s smiling at you, a teasing glint in his eye

you push him like dude that wasn’t cool i’m still on edge

but jonghyun keeps talking like “yknow, since i saved the day, it’s rlly only fair that you take me to the wedding as your plus one. that way i can make sure you don’t screw anything else up”

you glance at him again, and notice his ears have turned a bit red “you mean as a date? are you asking me to ask you on a date?”

“no,” he scoffs, “i’m telling you that you should repay me by making me your plus one”

“but essentially you want to date me”

“no i don’t,” he says, but he’s smiling and you find yourself unable to keep your own grin back 

“fine then. jonghyun, do you want to be my plus one to the wedding? i’d really love it if you were my date.”

jonghyun is lowkey super happy that you’ve agreed and reaches for your hand like “well if you insist”

it’s all kind of history from there

let’s just say you’ll have to be planning another wedding soon

;)

jk jk

the end

[teamkaiforever]

LITTLE THINGS

(requested by @angelicshinigami ) word count : 2 453 summary : Reader has a bad social anxiety and Kai helps her out of her shell. (I made a few slight changes … hope you like it tho..) *not my gif ______________________ Kai walked upstairs. He had no idea why the Salvatore’s had invited him to that party since they didn’t like him. He had asked Damon this to which he had answered : “To bury the hatchet.” God knew it was an enormous hatchet , hard to bury with just one party but Kai couldn’t shake the feeling there had to be some other reason. Kai didn’t feel like spending time with a bunch of  strangers downstairs and Damon had said the floor upstairs is off limits which only made him want to see whats upstairs more. Most of the doors were locked , except one…         “It’s your birthday.We are throwing you a party and you are coming. It can’t be your birthday party without you there..” Stefan had said , poking her in the stomach playfully.       “I don’t want a party, Stefan. You know how I feel around large groups of people … ” she muttered to her best friend.    "Trust me about this one. Okay ?“    "Okay …” she had agreed. The party itself was fun , there was music and her friends had made sure to have all her favorite snacks and drinks but each of them had also invited someone who had invited another someone and so on. Things had gone out of hand and when she had stepped inside the house expecting only a couple of people to be there and seen so many people some of which she didn’t even know … her anxiety had kicked in. Stefan had helped her upstairs because she had felt nautious , dizzy and was afraid she might pass out. In the end she had stayed in her room most of the evening unable to untie the knot in her stomach. It had been fine until she heard footsteps down the hall and a moment later the person she least expected to come through the door did.Kai pushed the door open carefully not wanting to scare whoever it was in there. There was no doubt there was someone inside - he could hear someone breathing and a heart racing fast. “Oh hello.” he said smirking , leaning against the door frame. Y/N was sitting on the floor next to the bed , a plastic cup standing next to her. She looked startled at first , then got up and quickly headed for the door. Kai blocked it. Y/N kept looking at her shoes , taking a step to the left then to the right trying to find a way out. “Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you…” he said putting his hands in his pockets. “Why are you hiding up here ? The fun is downstairs … or so I’ve been told.” he trailed off. “I .. I don’t .. I don’t like being around lar-ge groups of p-people.” she mumbled. Kai grinned. “We have something in common.” he said , lifting her chin up making her look at him. “Come on , Y/N. Don’t tell me you are scared of spending a few minutes alone with the big bad heretic.” He couldn’t tear his eyes off her and could swear the corners of her mouth twitched a little at his last words. “I’m .. I’m n-not scared.” she mumbled , taking a step back from him her gaze falling to the ground again. In that moment it hit him why the Salvatore’s had invited him. It hadn’t been because they wanted to ‘bury the hatchet’ as Damon had said , it had been because of her , why else would Damon specifically forbid him from going upstairs. “Then what is it ?” Kai asked curious. Y/N sat down on the floor again , finishing whatever was left inside of her cup and turning it upside down on the floor. She didn’t answer his question. Y/N felt as if she’d pass out again feeling the lightheadedness return. She took a few steps back to her previous spot on the floor and sat down. Kai was nice , well … nice-ish. He had done some awful things but Y/N had never been afraid he’d hurt her , more like her anxiety / shyness that kept her from getting to talk to him and get to know him more. Y/N was always guarded , he had thought maybe she just didn’t like him but now he saw it. He knew that feeling , he had had it many times before specially after he got out of the 1994 Prison World. Kai pushed himself off the door and sat on the floor opposite her trying to catch her gaze. “Oh-kay. If you don’t want to talk , don’t talk.” Kai reached inside his pocket pulling his phone out. “Do you want to see some really embarrassingpictures of me as a kid ? Weird how some of them had survived after all these years. I thought my father had erased all trace of my existence but I went back to Portland before the wedding and there was a whole box with them in the attic.” he said amused , opening the gallery on his phone showing it to her , hoping to get her to relax. “I haven’t shown these to anyone .. and in case you are wondering - I won’t be mad if you laugh. Ohh look - it’s me and my sister in one of those awful matching Christmas sweaters… and here is baby me.” Kai kept talking , his finger swishing across the screen switching picture after picture pointing and laughing. “Am I annoying you ? Damon says I talk too much… ” he said , leaving his phone on the floor next to him. “No.” Y/N said quietly. “I’m … I’m just … I g-get nervous arou-nd people.” “You have a lovely voice.” he said not taking his eyes off her. He wanted to get her to smile , to talk to him. “And you don’t have to be nervous around me. I get it. … Hey , do you want to hear the story of how I accidentally set my room on fire when I was 14 ? It was hilarious , I had siphoned some magic - accidentally of course…” Y/N glanced at him for a second before looking away not believing him for a second. With Kai there were rarely any accidents. “… and tried to light up a few candles , but instead the curtains caught on fire and Jo ran into the room to see what all the smoke was about…” he trailed off noticing her eyes on him. “..and then my father came in , I cloaked my self in a second flash , of course. The look on his face though - ” Kai imitated his father’s face - eyes wide , hands on his head pulling at his hair ,  his mouth semi open in shock  … and then he started laughing. Y/N broke into laughter too. “There it is.” Kai said smiling. “That smile … ” he reached pinching her cheek gently ,  Y/N pulled away. “Sorry , I didn’t meant to over step …” “N-no. It’s o-kay. May I ?” she said pointing to his phone. “I kind of want to see those pictures …” Kai moved to sit next to her , handing her his phone their hands touching for a split second. Y/N unlocked the screen - some nature shot - and opened the gallery. Kai didn’t even look nervous as most people would if someone else is scrolling through their phone. There weren’t many pictures , maybe 20 or 30 and a part of her was flattered he was letting her see them , the other part was terrified she’d get another anxiety attack and scare him off. “Awwh … you were so cute back then!” Y/N said switching pictures of Kai when he was maybe 7 or 8 years old. Kai stared at her accusatory. “Back then ? Erhm hellooo ?!” he said pointing at his face. “Don’t you see this face?!” Y/N laughed at his shocked expression. “I said you were cute back then , now you are kind of … I don’t know. Hot ?” Kai laughed a little at her comment happy to hear her laugh. She switched to another picture , a 6 year old Kai with missing front tooth smiling and holding a hand turkey drawing. His hair had been a little bit longer and absolutely messy. He looked happy , genuinely happy. This must’ve been taken before his parents found out he was a siphon. she thought. Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She turned towards Kai who hadn’t taken his eyes off her. “You know … Your family made a mistake treating you the way they did. You are actu-ally quite awesome and kind… even if you build walls to protect yourself and let everyone think you’re not a good person.” she said giving him back his phone. “What about you?” he asked curious studying her face. “I know it’s your birthday… You should be down there celebrating with your friends instead of here with me.” “Yeah … n-no.” she said her gaze falling on the ground again.“N-not with .. all these people. I don’t even k-know half of them.” All of the sudden she felt her anxiety try to make a comeback. It was one thing spending time with Kai and her friends , but around other people … Kai felt he had pushed it a bit far and wanted to fix it. Y/N was nice , loving when she lets go. He looked around the room an idea forming in his mind.. but what he needed was missing. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” he said whooshing out of the room. He sneaked into the kitchen , snatching a cupcake from the counter , checked a few of the drawers finding the birthday candles , noticing a second later that Stefan was starring at him. “What are you doing … exactly?” Stefan asked curious. Kai grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know… ” A second later he was gone , picking up one last thing on his way back up. He sneaked a peek into the room - Y/N was right where he had left her. Kai used his magic , dulling the light inside a little making her turn towards him with a confused expression on her face. “Close your eyes.” he said. Y/N tilted her head slightly but did as asked. “I don’t like surprises …” she muttered. Kai walked towards her , sitting on the floor opposite her. “Trust me , this one you will like.” He carefully pushed a birthday candle on top of the cupcake , hiding his other surprise behind his back. “Ready ?” Y/N nodded. “Open your eyes.” he said. Y/N opened her eyes slowly , taking a peek at first and her eyes widened a little. Kai was holding the chocolate cupcake in the palm of his hand , closed his eyes for a second lighting up the candle with magic. “It’s not a birthday cake , I couldn’t sneak it upstairs even if I tried. Damon would kill me on the spot. ” he laughed nervously. “ … but , it’s your birthday and you have to blow a candle and make a wish.” The “big bad scary” heretic… she thought with a smile , closing her eyes and making a wish , wishing her anxiety away at least for a day. Kai couldn’t explain to himself why he cared so much.  He had never done anything like that for anyone before , but the more they talked the more he realised he wanted to be her friend… if only he could get her to open up somehow. He reached behind his back pulling out a dried rose.  He spun the flower stalk in his hands muttering a spell , bringing the flower back to life. The look on Y/N’s face was a complete awe. “Happy birthday !” he said giving it to her. “Thank you.” she said with a shy smile. “Why are you being so nice to me ?” she asked twirling the rose in her hands , bringing it to her nose taking in its scent closing her eyes for a second. *click* A camera sound made her look up.   ‘Woww’ Kai mouthed looking at the picture he had just taken. “Kai ! What … No.” she shook her head covering her face with her hands looking at him through cracks in between her fingers. Kai was making funny faces , squishing his cheeks  , sticking his tongue out , putting his hands on his head waving his fingers. “Who knew you were such a goofball.” she said laughing. “Come here , you want pictures ? Let’s take pictures.” Kai smiled and scooted over to her , Y/N snatching his phone from his hands. He blew his cheeks while she stuck her tongue out. *click* He put his arm around her shoulder pinching her cheek while she looked surprised. *click* She surprised him with a kiss on the cheek , snapping a picture. “I like you , you are fun… Hey maybe we can be friends ? It would annoy the hell out of Damon and that would be a nice bonus.”  he said amused. “Shut up.” she said playfully punching his shoulder. They kept on taking pictures , playing with different filters and somehow without realising it , her anxiety had gone away. Kai heard someone coming up the stairs and glanced at the door right in time to see a Salvatore standing at the door. “Kai … I thought I told you not to come up here.” Damon said starring at Kai and Y/N sitting on the floor about to take another selfie. “Uh-oh … the party police is here.” she burst into laughter. “Relax, Damon … we were just talking.” “Yeah … ” Damon said pulling out his phone. “I can see you 'just talking’ … in like 15 selfies on Instagram and … what’s up with those filters on Snapchat ?” Kai grinned. “Did you see the puppy filter ? It’s hilarious !” “Can I talk to our frenemy here for a moment ?” Damon asked motioning for Kai to follow him. Kai reluctantly followed him outside and Damon pinned him to the wall his hand wrapped around his neck. “Wow , relax Damon. We were just talking … I’m not planing on hurting her if that’s what you are worried about. In fact I kind of like her.” Kai said pushing him off. “That’s whats worrying me twirp…” Y/N showed up at the door a second later , poking Kai with her finger , a small smile on her face. “So .. where’s my birthday cake ?” she asked Damon , who looked back and forth between Y/N and Kai. In the end he and Stefan had had the right idea with inviting Kai over. “It’s um … it’s downstairs… We can bring it up here if you want ? I know things got a little out of control with the amount of people down there…” Damon said. Y/N shook her head slightly , grabbing Kai’s hand who looked surprised for a moment and then a small smile showed on his face. “I-I think I’ll be fine … as long as he gets to stay… unharmed. Think of it as a birthday present.” she said.

____________________ MASTERLIST March / April 2017

MASTERLIST MAY 2017 _____________________

[candy-corps]

Corpse Paint

Bahadir belongs to bahadir-wintergreen.

Hey .... Uhm ... Nice Corpse Paint.

“Hey, um … nice … ” Michelle raised a hand and cupped the man’s face who was brave enough to follow her. “ … cheekbones” she ended her sentence with a look at his ear. She didn’t get to see it that up close just yet.

“That’s no corpse paint” she made clear and patted Bahadir’s cheek.

Bahadir blushed. He wasn´t used to physical contact, even if the strange woman just touched his face.

“Oh, ok….But it´s make-up, isn´t it? Are you a clown?”

“Do you try to insult me, young man?” Michelle asked with a serious face. Of course he wasn’t, not the way his cheeks changed color.

“Nooo, not at all,” Bahadir bended silghtly backwards, afraid, that the woman was planning to hurt him somehow, “But if it´s not corpse-paint and you´re not a clown…..Why do you wear such an extraordinary makeup?”

“Because ordinary make-up, my dear … that’s corpse paint.” Michelle’s lips curled to a smile now. She certainly had the other’s respect. Good they settled that.

“Will you treat me to a dinner when I tell what it’s about?” she asked, slowly getting he might simply not know.

“Oh. Sure.” That woman was quiet self-assertive. But Bahadir got curious … and at last he was flattered that she wanted to go to have dinner with him though he wasn´t used to be asked things like this. But anyways … could this went out badly? Well, it was worth to try.

“So, what kind of food do you like?” the elf wanted to know.

Bahadir’s answer made her rightout smile. “What do you like?” she gave the question back. Holding a finger in front of her mouth, she pulled on his sleeve to lead him further down the street. “There waz a diner” she recalled, the french accent apparent in her voice. She nodded in the generl direction, just some numbers further.

French? She was French! Obviously. But probably from Canada, Belgium or Switzerland but Bahadir wished that she was from France. How adorable! The elf liked the French. But on the other hand … did she just acted like that? He needed to find out more and hoped inwardly, that she didn´t prefer eating frog legs. …Oh, what a cliché.

“Diner? Where is it? And what kind of diner is it? I´d like to invite you for a meal, if you don´t mind,” Bahadir offered generously and smiled.

Michelle huffed a laugh. “Just a diner” she said. It seemed pretty common and maybe that was why it stuck out to her in the first place.

As soon as they reached the street orner, the red neon sign came into view. Nothing too fantastic, but good enough for now. She headed towards it, knowing Bahadir would follow. “My name is Michelle” she said willinly. Might make things easier for them. She turned her head to look at Bahadir. Sure she knew his name, but that didn’t mean she’d act like it.

“Bahadir. Bahadir Wintergreen. Call me Bahadir,”  the elf rushed behind the woman. “Michelle, what an adorable name. I´m pleased to meet you.” He hadn´t even asked for her name.

“Oh, that. I haven´t been there before, just passed by,” Bahadir smiled. He felt hungry now and was happy to have a nice company for dinner.

Michelle was here a couple of times, just wearing different faces. the memories of these occasions were blurry, as always.

The bell rang as Michelle pushed the glass door open. It was beneath her to rely on a man to do that, at least in the personality she wore today. The place was warm, so there was that. Michelle didn’t wear a jacket, just a striped sweater today. One gaze over the place and she sat down on a table right beside the window, one where you could keep an eye on the front door of the house Amelia seemed to live in. Coincidence …? One might guess not.

The streetsight was familar to Bahadir. Yes, he had been here before. Not at the diner but at this part of town. Amelia lived here. Well at last she had to since Roshan´s residence was located here. The elf looked back over his shoulder, when he followed Michelle into the restaurant. He felt a bit nervous remembering that his friend possibly might got aware that he was having dinner with a woman he had just met. But on the other hand he was too exited to have a date right now.

The elf followed Michelle and took a seat as well. Shyly smiling he handed her the menu. Was that a date? A real date? With a woman? Well, it had been fast but Bahadir was too exited to back off.

What was that smile for? Bub didn’t think she was a prostitude, did he? Unfortunately, this was no high-class restaurant, and the waitress didn’t let them wait for long.

“What can I bring you?” the unmotivated woman asked. It was a miracle she wasn’t chewing on a bubblegum today. Made her look nearly … professional.

Michelle pursed her lip at this act of discourtesy. She clapped the menu shut again and flipped it around in an elegant motion, handing it back to Bahadir. She took her time, ignoring the waitress.

“I'we been here before” she admit. “I eat what you eat” she said with a smile.

“Really? Then I hope you like steak and kidney pudding,” Bahadir said seriously and put the menu down. Probably she would.

“What would you like to drink?” the elf asked decided to better take a burger, “Also the same drink as me? Orange juice?” He looked over his shoulder so check, where the waitress was and turned back. Bahadir felt a bit awkward. He wasn´t used to have a conversation with women he barely knew and didn´t know what to talk about right now.

“So, … you … come here regularly?” the elf started a bit insecure.

Michelle didn’t even bat an eye at that suggestion. She’d been up for it, but she saw Bahadirs determination crumble. Silently listening, she gave him a smile and rested her head on her palm while she studied her subject intently.

“I’m working … nearby. That’s what the paint is for” she said and pointed at her face. He held his part of the deal, so would she do with hers. “You didn’t ever see a … mime?” she asked nd raised her hand without looking, to call the attention of the waitress again.

“Yes, sure,” Bahadir replied and folded his hands. Curiously he observed the woman´s face and actions, “But I always thought, that they don´t say a word and doing something with stuff that actually isn´t there. So I thought that you´re a clown and wondered if there is a circus in town. Where do you work instaed?”

Michelle smirked. “We do have times off, you know” she informed him. She folded her hands behind her head and leaned back, relaxing against the red upholstered seat.

“And there’s … so much to say.” She looked at Bhadir for a long moment, as if to make up her mind about something. “Do you want to see me act?” she asked eventually and leaned forward again, the tip of her indexfinger front her mouth.

“I didn´t doubt that,” the elf chuckled and leaned backwards as well returning the observing. He found it kind of funny, that Michelle didn´t mind wearing this white make-up in public. People must stare at her. She was a real eye-catcher. The elf wondered how his new acquaintance might look without make-up. Maybe he could find out later if they probably might meet a second time. …What? A second time? Was he really that curious about the woman? Ok, at first he had to check out, how this first “date” went out.

“Yes, with pleasure,” Bahadir leaned forward and rested his ellbows on the table, his chin on his interlaced hands, “Show me something, you usually do.”

That made her smile. Genuinely smile. “I will” she promised, already something in mind.

“But you gotta … keep your promises, too.” Michelle’s head turned to the witress again, who was still nearby. “We want … steak and kidney pudding … and orange juice. Please” she ordered with all sincerity.

The waitres looked puzzled at the odd couple. “Uh, I´m sorry but I´m afraid we don´t serve that dish,” she said apologizing, “Steak, yes. No problem. With fries and salad. What about this?”

Bahadir looked at Michelle and then back at the waitress. “Oh, what a pity. Well in that case …,” the elf opened the menu again. He was tempted to ask for hákarl but was sure, that this dish was too exotic for this ordinary diner.

“Ok,” Bahadir placed the menu down at the table, “We take spaghetti bolognese and orange juice. Is that ok?” he turned to Michelle.

“That is okay” Michelle allowed and shifted in her seat to cross her legs beneath the table. She rested her head on one palm now and gazed at the waitress out of the corner of her eye - the woman’s bracelet caught her attention. As she spoke up, Michelle’s eyes flickered back to the waitress’ face again quick.

“Coming up” the ther woman assured and scribbled their order down.

Bahadir smiled at the waitress and handed her the menu. From the corner of his eye he noticed Michelle´s interest look at the waitress bracelet. He didn´t bother if she might just like and adore the piece of jewelery …but the look. Bahadir raised his eyebrow, looked back at Michelle and then at the waitress wrist. He raised his eyebrow even more when he concentrate closer to the waitress ´s bracelett. There was something odd, he could feel it. He glanced another time at it when the young woman reached out her hand to take the menu. The bracelet….It transmitted something. The elf straightened himself and tried to take a closer look at it. It wasn´t easy, since the young woman moved all the time but the elf thought that he noticed that part of the bracelet was ancient. One bead beside the fine worked silver parts looked old, very old … ancient . It was made of glass, maybe …6th century a.d. Byzantium …no Syria …Aleppo. Bahadir was sure. Though the bead was only made of glass it was valuable despite. And it was sacred,… kind of powerful. Bahadir wondered where the waitress got it. Probably, she bought it at a flea market and didn´t know, what she actually had. The elf looked at Michelle again. Did she knew this as well or was she just admireing the jewelery?

“Spaghetti,  yeah. And orange juice,” the elf said and leaned back. He needed to find a possibility to get the bracelet. Change it in case of need to a substitute. But this item needed to be examined.

She couldn’t tell if the bracelet was valuable and worth the effort, but when Bahadir kept staring long after Michelle averted her eyes, the villain found another thing of interest - Bahadir’s gaze. He studied the thing, Michelle could tell. Did something draw him to jewellry for women? Not very likely. As soon as the waitress was out of hearing distance, Michelle leaned over the table, studying Bahadir just like he just did with the bracelet.

“You staring at other women? My, we didn’t even had dinner yet … ” she complained with a smile.

“Huh?” Bahadir was taken out of his thoughts, “Me? Starring at this woman? Uhm, nooo. I´m not interested at her. I …just found her bracelet interesting. Great replica. I first thought it was real, but it´s just an immitation. I´m quiet interested in antiques, especially jewellery. Part of my job, you know? But this thing is just faked,” Bahadir lied and smiled at Michelle, “Well, didn´t you offer to show me how you act?” he wanted to know, trying to distract the woman, since he had got aware, how much she studied his actions.

“Oh, I need preparation. That’s something to lure you to a second date” she grinned and kept staring. Bahadir had interesting eyes and quite delicate features for a man. “You can tell so by just one look, huh? Makes one curious - what are you working as?” Michelle asked, hoping to break him easily.

“I can,” Bahadir chuckled, “ I know a thing or two about that.” He raised his eyebrows at Michelle´s first comment, that he hadn´t really noticed at first. A second date? Wow, this woman really put a jerk in it. They had just met and didn´t even got their meal and she was already thinking of a second date! But why not? Bahadir cocked his head and looked at Michelle. He was curious, how she looked without make-up. And meet her a second time was worth to try .

“Well, do you really want to know?” the elf continued and pondered how to explain her what he actually did withouttelling too much. At last, Bahadir didn´t know Michelle at all and prefered to be careful. “Hmm, let´s say, that I look for interesting antiques.”

Michelle watched Bahadir with interest, waiting for him to elobarate further. .. but he didn’t. This was getting more and more interesting.

“I love pretty things. I collect them, too” Michelle admit. Collecting was … a word for it. They just happened to be … in wrong hands, most of the time. Wrong hands as in - not hers. Michelle touched her temple, her smile leaving her face for a moment. “I have a very good memory. Maybe I can help you, find a piece or two. What are you looking for?” she asked.

“Well,” Bahadir leaned forward and glanced conspiratorially at Michelle, “I wouldn´t call it `collecting´. Better … `saving´, …from the wrong hands. It´s my job. But mostly I don´t keep them.” Strangely Bahadir had used the same words like Michelle despite he had other intensions as the woman. The elf chuckled at her next comment. “I´m not sure, if you want to help me. My job can be pretty dangerous sometimes, because those antiques that interest me can be dangerous as well.”

“Oh, how … so?” Michelle asked, as she got interrupted by the waitress, who got them their food. They couldn’t talk now, as she was aware. She bit her lip, eager to ask more questions. Saving them from wrong hands?

Bahadir, Bahadir …. what exactly did he mean?

“But it´s all not so important,” Bahadir tried to turn away from his own subjects. he didn´t want to tell Michelle too much. Not since he barely knew her and couldn´t take the measure of her yet, “Tell me a bit more about you. So you work at the circus? Or at some cabaret? Well, I get an idea of the work …or better art you´re doing. But tell me a bit more about why you choose this kind of work.”

“Circus. Again… you mistake me for a clown …” Michelle said and pulled the plate with spaghetti closer to herself. It was no chic restaurant food, but it was food. She closed her dark-painted eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. The sounds of people chattering, orders getting shouted … she just exchanged, for a little bit of music. She created her own little bubble of reality where the sounds turned into a piano play, and as she opened her eyes again, it was easy to imagine they were in a noble restaurant after all. Fixing her posture, Michelle sat up a bit straighter and nipped on her orange juice as if it was a glass of wine.

“You get to use your fantasy. It’s more of a hobby, really” she explained with a smile. That and you got to wear a mask in public… that and no one suspected the cute little mime in front of a store to rob that one a couple night’s after. It was a disguise, and a clever one, for that matter.

“I´m sorry,” Bahadir admitted awkwardly, “I asked you that already. I´m afraid, I´m a bit absent-minded lately. Please forgive me.”

Curiously the elf watched Michelle and how she started to act. Very noble in a simple diner like this. The woman reminded Bahadir a bit of a small child. A girl, who played tea-party with her dolls and plushies. Tea and cake imagined of course.

“Well, I can try it,” the elf replied and crossed his legs to sit in a more elegant pose. He took his glass of orange juice the same way as Michelle and looked at her expectantly. “And now?”

Michelle held her head askance and leaned her ear further to Bahadir, as if she didn’t really understand. At first she frowned, but then her eyes widened in realization and she had to chuckle - but didn’t make a sound.

“Bad, bad Bahadir” she scolded him, and smelled on her orange juice like this was a flavour she never experienced before. “ - I’m on my break, don’t tease me into miming.” With her eyes closed, she reached for the not existing pocket on her breast and picked a small box from it which she turned in her hands. As she held it with two fingers, her other hand pushed it open to extract a small item from it. Just like it was real, Michelle closed the box first and turned it again, then lit up the small stick she apparently had now. “Just setting up some … mood” she explained, her eyes slightly narrowed as she lit the imaginary candle right next to them.

“Huh? What have I done?” the poor elf asked confused and positioned himself back, placing his feet side by side and his hands right next to his plate with the food, “I´m not teasing. Not at all!” The elf curiously observed Michelle´s actions. His gaze got caught on her breasts where she fumbled with the imagined pocked. For a second, the elf wondered what the woman was planing but quickly he blushed and looked down at his plate. From the corner of his eye Bahadir noticed that Michelle did next. The whole scenery appeared pretty surreal for him and a bit confused, he cocked his head

“Alright,” Bahadir said slowly and nodded, “I think, that´s pretty … noble? …Yes.”

“My … I think so, too” she agreed in a smoky voice. Eyes still on Bahadir, Michelle turned the fork on her plate and made the start eating. They were here for eating, after all. She didn’t know for her companion, but she had fun, actually. All it took was fantasy, and of that, she had plenty.

“What are you thinking of?” she wanted to know, curious what caused his cheeks to change color. The spaghetti vanished inside her mouth and she closed her eyes in pleasure - you could think it was the best thing she ever got to taste.

Bahadir took his fork and shoved the pasta on his plate back and forth. A bit insecurely the elf looked around before he finally took a bite from his dish. He didn´t answer so soon, chewed carefully and swallowed his bite. He looked up and shrugged. Should he tell her that he just had starred at her breast? Well, Michelle had done something with her hands right in front of them. Fumbling with an imagined item.

“Me?” Bahadir looked up again, “What I´m thinking? Hmmm, actually … nothing. ….The sauce is delicious, isn´t it?

"One cannot think nothing” Michelle denied and rested her head onto her parm as she kept looking at Bahadir then. She won’t make it that easy.

“Who are you, Bahadir? I’ve never seen such ears before and no eyes of this kind, either. And one might say, I’ve rather seen a lot” she admit and twirled the fork in the spaghetti as she already thought about how one might reproduce these looks.

Bahadir shrugged. “Maybe I can despite?” he said and winded the spaghetti on his fork. At Michelle´s next question the elf looked up. “Who am I? Well, I´m nobody special. Just an …well…ordinary random citizen,…kind of. And my ears? Hmmm, I´ve seen several people with similar ears. Pointed you know? But if you really want to know. I´m an elf and there are not many of us here in the city.”

Again Bahadir continued playing with his food looking surreptitiously at Michelle. Was she doing the same with her own food than him or was he wrong? He would keep on watching her.

“And now it´s your turn, Michelle,” Bahadir said, “Tell me a little bit about you.”

Michelle began smiling at the ‘ordinary random citizen’ statement. There was no such thing. Amused and attentive, she listened and then leaned her head askance as she rested it on her palm and kept eating. Bahadir really wanted to know about her? But she would rather listen. maybe this was one of these things Bruce used to like so much - I give you part, you do me. Okay, who was she today …

“I’m what you might call a blank sheet of paper, always thirsting for color. I came here to claim something back that was mine, but I got deceived and now I still consider … what to do about it. Tell me, Bahadir, did you hear of the guard of the night? Not the one in shining gold - it’s a weak little mouse, who acts all heroic. He deceived me, he took what was mine … but I can’t claim it back just yet, I do not know how. It’s a frustrating thought, and so I was looking for a distraction, a brighter event to overcast the one overshadowing all else.”

When that won’t creep him out then she didn’t know what. But she had the food already, so there wasn’t much to loose.

Bahadir looked her up and down, never stopping to smile. Blank sheet of paper? Well, that sounded as if she had something  to hide  from him, that she was not willing to tell him. “Does that mean, that you don´t have a personality at all? But I may be wrong and you still have some  capability? But we should talk about other things,” Bahadir didn´t want to offend Michelle and he had the feeling, that he had said already too much. But the next thing she said gained his attention. “Really, you were deceived? Well, I might probably have heard about the person you´re talking about but at the moment, I have no idea, who it might be. Would you mind to explain the whole thing to me? And also the thing, he has `stolen´ from you?

Michelle blinked slowly. He didn’t believe her with the personality thing, huh. It was a little disappointing, but she did not mind the ongoing company and continued her meal. Her being here was less suspicious when there was someone else on the table, too. The extreme make-up was not always a blessing.

“ … It is a little stone” she began to explain. “Years ago, I gave it away for personal reason, and then it got lost… But now, some weeks ago, the mouse was supposed to get it back for me, and he did, indeed. But in the end… he did not give it over."

"We did have an arrangement, you see, and I did my part. I took care about this… Amelia. Can you believe it. You might know her as well” she said with a smile, leaning back in her seat for a moment with the glass in her hand. “The stone was the payment for me to keep an eye on her, and make sure she was well.”

“Wait, what? Why do you call this person `mouse´?” Bahadir wanted to know a bit puzzled, “And this person kept it? But why? Is it something …special?” the elf was always curious about things that seemed to be kind of `mysterious´. And the stone, Michelle had mentioned, seemed to be important … and probably powerful? Anyway he needed to find out more. The mentioning of Amelia confused the elf. Puzzled he furrowed his brow. “You know Amelia?” Bahadir looked up at Michelle again, “How?” Suddenly he recognized, who this person she had called “mouse” was. “…And …Bruce?”

Michelle smirked. Poor confused Bahadir, wanted to know so many things. What would she let him know…

“Bruce” she repeated, first of all. It’s been a while she called him that. She usually just did around Damien, and well, the topic came never really up. “ - is the ‘mouse’. We’ve known another for a while. Shared … good and bad. He was in worry about this Amelia - apparently she wasn’t doing well, but … he had no time. He’s watching the city now, being a hero.” She closed her eyes as she was telling that bit and opened them again just slow, her gaze fixed on the table in front of her, not Bahadir now.

“And old friends help another … for favors” she said casually, attempting a smile as she glanced back up at Bahadir.

Bahadir chuckled a bit. So it was true? Michelle was Bruce´s ex?  “I know that, …I mean, that Amelia wasn´t doing well. But she´s fine now, …as far as I know.” The elf hasn´t heard from her for a while, but he knew, that she hadn´t been eager to see Bruce back then. But maybe things had happened, he hadn´t been aware of?  “Oh, mouse? Bruce? I have to say, that this suits very well,” the elf chuckled, “And nice to hear, that you two still get along so well. Does Bruce still …meet Amelia?” Bahadir carefully wanted to know.

“Oh no, he doesn’t” Michelle said matter of fact. At first she thought he simply won’t show, but the tracer proved he wasn’t sticking nearby, even when he couldn’t be sure that she was being watched … taken care of. There was no other explanation for it: “He’s moved on. He did before.” She was calm about it and then finished her drink. “But I didn’t see him stop to care. It’s odd” she hummed. She could do anything to this woman now and she was sure he was aware.

“I do hear he’s found a new one.” Maybe that brought light to it, then. “You heard anything?” she asked most innocently.

Bahadir gasped and furrowed his brow. He remembered when he met Bruce some time ago … and the awkward mistaken identity that happened. Quickly the elf pulled himself together and took another bite of his pasta. He swallowed and nodded. “I think so. But I don´t know. I´m not so close to Bruce, I met him just one time. But it seems as if he has a boyfriend, ….who looks …a bit similar to me … concerning the hair.”

“What?” Damien didn’t mention that … well how so; she doubted that he knew Bahadir. Michelle looked at the elf once again, trying to see him through different eyes. Could it be…

Michelle bit her lip.

“I must go home” she apologized, clearly with something occupying her mind. In a hurry all of a sudden, she left the remaining pasta on her plate and got up; just interrupted for a second as she again saw the waitress. There was something on her that she wanted … but was it worth the trouble? Now?

“But, .. but” Bahadir startled, got up and upset the chair, “We have just met and didn´t even finish our meal!” The elf pondered for a moment and glanced back at Michelle. “Do you perhaps think…? Naaah, it´s not me! I´m not the one. I just said that his hair looks like mine. Same collor, same length. …. Where do you want to go?” Bahadir cocked his head when he saw Michelle hesitating and watching the waitress.

“Oh, Bahadir.” Okay, that was cute. Michelle looked back again with a amused smirk - he wouldn’t have it in him, she could tell, or so she thought.

“Taking guys home is for the third date, you know” she teased before her face slowly got serious, the longer she looked at his hair. “Change that until then” she demanded blunt and put her card on top of the table, right next to his meal. It was simple and white with a black cat and her number stamped on the back.

“But I don´t want to be taken home by you. I´m not that kind of guy,” Bahadir was completely puzzled but his mood darkened when Michelle mentioned his hair. Did she just gave him a command concerning his hair? “Excuse me? Change my hair? What does that mean?” The elf starred at the card on the table and shook his head, “I´m afraid there won´t be any further dates.”

“We’re serious already?” Michelle asked, honest surprise on her face as she peeked back again. She smirked, ignoring the man’s trouble completely. “Change the style” she explained. “Braids? Just as a suggestion” she assured, walking back towards the entry, her gaze still fixed on his and her hand playing with a strand of her hair.

Bahadir shook his head and glanced at Michelle. Of course not! Her next words surprised him and he raised his eyebrows. That didn´t sound like teasing or commanding ….Was she perhabs…concerned? Telling him not to look similar to this certain someone? … Perhabs wanted to ….protect him? …

The elf nooded, “Ok, if you think, I´ll do it.” It wasn´t a big deal to braid his long hair again he used to when he arrived at the city a few months ago. Actually he had nothing against braiding his hair, it was so practically….

“Michelle, what is going on?” Bahadir shook his head, “Why are you leaving? What has happened?”

“I … might let you know the next time we meet” she said, already a bit more at ease. So he was willing to braid them? “It was nice to meet you” she said in goodbyes, winked, turned around and made her way out. The bell of the restaurant was ringing in her ear as she opened the door. The waitress gave her a look and then turned back to Bahadir. He better pay for her meal as well…

“I … might let you know the next time we meet” she said, already a bit more at ease. So he was willing to braid them? “It was nice to meet you” she said in goodbyes, winked, turned around and made her way out. The bell of the restaurant was ringing in her ear as she opened the door. The waitress gave her a look and then turned back to Bahadir. He better pay for her meal as well…

And Bahadir was suddenly left alone in the restaurant, completely puzzled. “Fine! I see you … then…” The elf lifted weakly his hand to wave at the disappearing Michelle.

Quietly he paid the waitress and also didn´t forget to give her a generous tip. When Bahadir left the restaurant, he wasn´t able to see Michelle. She was gone and he had no idea where.  “Yeah, see you then,” Bahadir  muttered and made his way home.

[chocolateflavoredsluch-blog]

August 1

Sometime around mid-April, I met a man named John at the ND spring game tailgate. John is the total opposite of what I was going for--white and old. Like 43 years old old. Divorced with three kids old. Like, young kids. Like, still changing diapers young--just one of them, but still. 

How We Met:

Me, Jackie and Jas had just showed up to the mostly black tailgate. Actually, it was the most back people I’d seen on the ND campus besides seeing the football team walk around campus together (ha.) In my head, I was thinking “Now’s your chance! Finally snag that older black man/sugar daddy you’ve been wanting to. These young boys ain’t the move no more!” So, we were at the make shift bar, laughing and being stupid. I was completely in my element. I didn’t have to worry about my law school image--didn’t want to come off as being too black and alienating myself from my classmates. So I was comfortable to laugh, dance, and look around. As my cup of henny (no ice) was being poured, I casually glanced over at a tall white man with sunglasses across the tailgate. He seemed out of place with this crowd. Not just because he wasn’t black, but because of the goofy way he held himself and the clothing he wore. Although I couldn’t see his eyes, I could feel him gazing at me. I blinked and looked away, telling myself “You ain’t got time for that....these white men are just like the white boys here I guess. They love to look and don’t do shit about it.” Two seconds later, this tall, white man was standing less than one foot away from me. 

--honestly, I don’t know much of the conversation that happened during this first encounter. But, I do remember him saying I was beautiful. He was divorced with three kids (red flag). He used to play football at Notre Dame. The fact that I don’t remember what was said is not indicative of how much I enjoyed the conversation. The fact that I don’t remember is probably influenced by the henny that had infiltrated my system. That probably gave me the courage and confidence to talk to this man. I actually remember thinking “Wow. This is the most stimulating conversation I’ve had with the opposite sex in a long time.” So, I entertained him. After talking my ear off (i very much enjoyed it) for quite a while, he said he’d leave me to be with my friends. Naturally, Jackie was cracking jokes less than 2 seconds from when he walked away. I honestly thought it was all games. He just wanted to flirt with the young, tall, black girl. He asked if I wanted to smoke in his car. And, because I had that liquid courage I accepted his invitation. As I left my friends, I started thinking “Girl wtf is you doing going with this white man?!” Even though his car was within plain sight of everyone at the tailgate. Nonetheless, when we got in the car, and I saw him pull out a damn mason jar of weed, I said I didn’t want to smoke anymore. We left the car. And then he left me because he felt like we had spent a lot of time together since I’d been at the tailgate. Which was very very true. Lol.

A little time went by. He came back around while we were sitting on the coolers. We started talking some more. And he casually asked me on the date. Of course, I thought he was kidding bc these kinds of things just don’t happen to me. Random guys don’t seriously ask me on dates. They’re always kidding or just talking out their ass or something. And, it didn’t help that he turned it into a bet. He told me, if he could convince this random guy to take off a sweater that he wore across his shoulders, I would have to go on a date with him. So, I agreed because no one goes on dates based off bets, and he wasn’t going to tell that guy anything. He didn’t know him! Well, clearly I didn’t know John. Less than 10 minutes later, the guy with the sweater came over and told me John had helped him to figure out the sweater was not flattering anymore. And that I should go on a date with him. I shook my head in freaking bewilderment. This man actually followed through.

I saw John out the corner of my eye and ignored him, thinking bc his game was over, he didn’t really care about the chase anymore. Of course, he walked over. He started telling about where he wanted to take me in South Bend. Started telling me about the food places in Chicago that he’d love to take me too. How he was a big food critic for a while in Chicago before he started working in the food distribution business. I didn’t even question anything he said because he actually had a whole job. He could afford to take me out on dates--AND FEED ME. So, I agreed, once again, to go out on a date with him 5 days later. Once again, he left me to talk to my friends. I had to go to a stupid law school baseball thing, so I left. Without saying goodbye to the overzealous, quirky white man. As I was walking to my car he sent me a Kendrick Lamar song--Lust. At the time, I was like “Now nigga. Wtf.” But, I would later learn that John literally puts his apple music on shuffle and usually sends me whatever song sounds good to him at the time. 

I would write about the first date and the second date, and our first weekend in Chicago, and our themed date weekends, but I want to get to the point of this post. Which I should’ve written when the events were fresh on my mind. I’ll write it later....or not.

The Point of This Post:

But, all this say--I knew he had small kids when I met him, and I still decided to go out on a date with him. Now, to be honest, I didn’t expect for this to go anywhere. Clearly I was wrong af, because here I am four months later, helping this man decorate his lake house and calling him 2 plus times a day on the phone. And I’ve met Kiki, his youngest. Sweet, clingy baby. The cutest. And I really didn’t mind the fact that he has her on the weekends until he came to Dallas a couple weeks ago and we got to spend an entire weekend not worrying about her. And it made me realize, this is going to be the reason we break up--his kids. No. I’m not trying to find a reason to fuck this up. I know myself and I’m being realistic. I enjoy spending time with John. I love spending time with John. And he feels the same. That’s when we’re at our best. Whether it’s in public and we’re talking for hours over wine and happy hour drinks. Or we’re in the bed talking abut nothing and everything at the same time. We can’t do that with Kiki around. She literally started crying when I put my hand on John’s chest when we were about to go to bed. I don’t fucking have time for that. I’m young af and the world is mine. I want for us to be able to do whatever the fuck we want, when we want, as if I were dating someone my age with no kids, no ex-wife, no baby momma. And the baby momma drama? I hate that shit too. I love the qualities that John possesses --hate his circumstances. 

And I’m not going to be selfish enough to make him choose between me and his kids. Like, who tf am I? But, I also know I’m not going to tell him why I break up with him down the road. I mean, he has Kiki every Saturday-Monday, and every Wednesday-Thursday. So, that leaves Monday evening, Tuesday and Friday for us -_- I don’t want to be a mother to a child that’s not mine the majority of the time I’m with John. Now I see why couples want to wait a while to have kids after they’re married. Spending time with Kiki and John doesn't make me resent Kiki. It makes me resent John for not disclosing all this extra bullshit in the beginning. And it makes me hate myself for not seeing the signs earlier and dipping out when I could. It makes me wish I had dismissed him after that first date, which was my intention. Block his number and never talk or hear from him again. 

AND TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, THIS IS A PROBLEM WITH 1/3 OF HIS KIDS. SO IMAGINE WHEN HE HAS ALL THREE?! 

The shittiest part of it all? He’s going to know something is wrong and I’m gonna have to tell him. 

[abigfuckingbully]

Relationship Fantasy 7

Bunnys reading at Molasses tonight, which is like, could "do blindfolded" for her Im sure at this point but Im excited. Im hoping her friends show up, I'd like to meet her scene. I'd like to see how she treats them/how they treat her. When you meet a pillar you want to see them in as natural a state as possible, as happy as possible, you want to see their tribe. Im nervous because have a feeling Im going to be met with resistance, either Im getting heat or Bunny is getting heat for associating with me. Me and my problematic art. Me and my big mouth. Me and my problematic Twitter account. Transphobe/Misogynist with conservative sympathies...if people knew how disconnected I was from my ideas theyd understand that having an opinion is not a prescription for others. People up in arms. People literally have killed people over ideas. I laugh at that idea...fucking opinions...fucking ideas...I would never wish a person the hell of telling another how to live even if I was telling them. But usually my big mouth is good company: maybe Im telling a male friend he has good arms, asking about a gym routine, favorite exercise, "hows the night serve you?" and smile. Make sure to shake hands like at a pick up game, with both men and women. Sometimes sound like a surfer with my California drawl. Madeleine says I sound like a California Boy. "Oh yeah?" and the yeah goes up, like a stoner. Like the big airhead I am. Its like one of my best traits. Ive never envied people with thoughts except for Bunny. I envy her thoughts. Make sure everyones sufficiently flattered. Get everyone cocky about something, its what yr there for. Empowering people starts with an enthusiasm for the things and ways they are even if you dont personally like it. If I dont give a shit I dont give a shit, but Im prolly having fun. Im being careful though not to embarrass the fuck out of Bunny so Ive chosen seats in the back, or maybe the third row, if she sees how much animated I am...I dont want to stress her out with laughs she might not understand, like, when Im laughing its not nervous necessarily, its like when yr on a rollercoaster, like "oh my god, yes, fuck yes, we're doing this? This poem is so good. Its really happening, Im at the fucking reading!" Bunny kills it as usual. Everyone wants to talk to her after. Someone makes a casual comment about how differently she's dressed. Im within earshot laughing because Bunny stuck her neck out, was a little less stubborn, and let me help style her. Heres what Bunnys wearing: I always grew up around SmartxCore kids but I also really like typically feminine style. Its like nu-hardcore met normcore met a Puerto Rican Brooklyner. First, dual bun, with Sarina style dual-braids, placed low enough and far enough for: Pink baseball cap with undersized white ribbon embroidered in front (I feel like Pablo!) Gold Hoops: fuckin huge gold hoops Im so sick of fucking cat eyes. Women need to end that shit. Ive never seen a picture of Bunny with makeup so this is cool no one will expect it: Its a sherbert orange eyeshadow on top but its not typically placed, its an angled square from the lid to the mid of the eye, it has a shimmer fades into different shades from left 2 right Bottom lashes are mascara-ed Little heart on left cheek just under eye Pink glitter/shimmer lip gloss Feel like Bunny might like a choker but I dont like chokers: "mark of a self righteous person" "for snobs" "blocks your throat chakra" However want her to wear tight gold necklace, its a button and its (the chain) thread like a button, its from 'White Trash Charms' an ironic name east coasters will not know hopefully so that it stands out/is original...decent karat count for $125. Then! Undersized North Face or Patagonia jacket with rain hood nd cinch tie at hem and hood. Cinch the hood a bit, roll up the sleeves...hem should end just at the end of her belly. Leave unzipped. Underneath: golddust colored bra-let, no wire er anything, under a blended knit cropped tank. Hard to explain this piece of clothing! Is a throw back from American Apparel. Black high waisted shorts. Bicycle shorts w/ lace hems underneath so her ass doesn't show. Beat 2 death orange matte leather doc martens with laces wrapped twice around the ankles. People seem to notice. "Yeah, Bunny let me do that."