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[sacredthefran]

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[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 28

(Ch. 27) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: “If we could light up the room with pain, we’d be such a glorious fire.” - Ada Limon

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence, Death, Espionage, Survivor's Guilt, the usual.

A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken me fucking FOREVER to get this out, y'all! A LOT has been going on in these past months (the demise of a longterm relationship, renovations on my house, new jobs etc) but I hope this is worth the wait! 💖

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Contemporary: Midnight, December 3rd, 1944. Liart Station, France.

When the door to her private train compartment was opened, Alix made a silent promise to herself: As soon as the war was over, she was turning in her goddamn resignation letter to the OSS and going home. She couldn’t handle any more surprises on the job, not like this one. 

“Sorry, I’m late, gorgeous," a lowered voice had remarked wryly as soon as the compartment door slid shut once more.

"You wouldn’t believe the traffic.”

The whisper came from a young man in a heavy coat who casually dropped into the seat next to her as though he belonged there. The dark brim of his fedora was pulled low over his eyes, casting his face in shadow, but she didn’t need to see its entirety to know who it was; she would recognize that gravelly voice anywhere. 

“What are you doing here?” she demanded out of the corner of her mouth, making sure to keep her expression neutral as she flipped through her newspaper and fought the urge to smack the newcomer with it. 

“Thought Nix woulda told ya,” Liebgott looked almost amused, a smirk playing on his lips.

He too spoke out of the corner of his mouth; someone had taught him well. 

“Donovan needed an interrogator with an Austrian dialect. Said this one’s gonna be a real doozy. Called me in as a temp.” 

Alix’s dark eyes narrowed, causing her blue contacts to sting.

“You’re the floater? You’re–” 

“Lieutenant Fritz Eberhardt,” he finished with a nod, casually taking his right hand out of his pocket to reveal the worn, silver skull ring of the Werwolf Kommandos, engraved with the tell-tale motto of the SS:

‘Meine Ehre Heisst Treue’. 

My Honor Means Loyalty.

How ironic.

The paratrooper and translator shot her a roguish wink, leaning back with an arm stretched out lazily along the back of his seat like nothing was wrong. 

“I've been assigned to accompany you to your Paris engagement, Fraulein." 

The spy stiffened.

This was the first time that she could recall ever seeing Joe out of uniform and it would be a shame to get blood all over his nice coat but sweet Jesus, Alix was about ready to make that sacrifice.

“You shouldn’t be here,” the auburn-haired girl muttered under her breath. “You’re going to get us both killed.” 

“You don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” Joe chuckles. “Trust me-”

"Right, because that's gone so well for me before," the spy snapped sharper than intended.

Joe's eyebrows shot to the compartment ceiling, his cocky demeanor gone in a flash, replaced by a sudden scowl.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" 

Before Alix could find the words to reply, the shrill whistle of the train screamed out, indicating their departure from Liart Station and the spy took a shaky breath, hearing the rumbling of the wheels on the track underneath them.

She was stuck with him now.

Trying to ignore the ache in her chest at Joe's unexpected presence, Alix tried to force her unfocused eyes to stare at the newspaper in her hands but the words only blurred before her.

"Didja do a bug sweep already?" Joe inquired with a casual yawn as he glanced across her to the window, while Alix flipped the page of her newspaper so hard that she nearly tore it. 

"Of course I did," the spy answered indignantly, unable to contain her irritation.

"That's why you were supposed to come early: to help me look. Listening devices could've been anywhere in here." 

“Don’t gimme that shit,” Joe scoffed in an almost dismissive tone as he tapped the filter of his Reemtsma cigarette.

“Since the liberation, the Krauts have lost a lot of resources and stick to their secret little underground social clubs or whatever. I got the whole rundown from HQ.”

Alix huffed.

Joe was right, damn him. 

While on the surface, France had cleaned up its act, the rotten undergrowth of Nazis and their collaborators remained, festering beneath the surface. 

The chances of them taking the time to bug train compartments were miniscule at best.

“Still,” she responded with a petulant roll of her eyes. “You should’ve been here on time. You never know.”

"Yeah, well you ain't the only one with shit to take care of, okay? I got held up." 

Alix's dark eyes flickered up from her newspaper. 

"Define 'held up'," she said coolly, an undeniably bitter edge to her tone. “What, pray tell, was so pressing?”

Joe crossed his arms and took a long drag off his cigarette before replying snippily,

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Tatiana.”

"It's Tanya, Alix snapped before flipping another page on her newspaper as though she were reading it instead of boring holes into Joe’s face.

“And I would like to know, actually. Because I'd like to think you wouldn't be late to your first assignment without a good reason but maybe I don't know you as well as I thought." 

“Fine.”

Joe's warm brown eyes were suddenly as hard as the wood paneling in the compartment they shared but he shifted the side of his coat up nonetheless, just enough to show a huge cherry-red stain that had blossomed across one side of his ribs.

"There, that a good enough reason for ya?" 

“Madonna mia!” Alix exclaimed, all pretense of anger gone in a flash. “What the hell happened?! Are you alright?”

Joe shrugged nonchalantly.

“Somebody did a shit job friskin' the prisoners so ol' Jerry got to bring a fuckin' boot knife with him to interrogation,” he muttered as he readjusted his coat. "'S not as bad as it looks.”

"Did you have Gene take a look at it?" Alix asked, eyeing his red-soaked shirt with concern. "That's a lot of blood…"

"No, I didn't have 'Gene' look at it," Joe shot back, a mocking edge to his voice as he spat the medic's name, biting down on his cigarette.

"’S fine. Barely a scratch." 

The auburn-haired girl snorted, unable to keep the skepticism out of her tone.

"Right, and I'm the Queen of England."

The translator took a long drag, his expression unreadable. 

“Well, I ain’t your problem anymore,Your Majesty,” he remarked sardonically as he let the smoke curl into the air.

"So you can lay off."

  “You’ll always be my problem,” Alix grumbled under her breath and the pair lapsed into a chilly silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of the newspaper under her fingertips and the rumbling of the train on the tracks.

Still keeping her head angled downward to avoid that familiar ache that seemed to rise in her chest whenever she looked him in the face, Alix let herself study the compartment instead.

In truth, their private compartment was borderline ostentatious – plush maroon upholstery upon the seating, rich mahogany paneling upon the walls, thick velvet curtains adorning the windows to keep the outside world at bay– but the spy could barely concentrate on the luxurious decor either.

Instead, she found herself studying Joe's hands. She still had only fleeting memories of him from before her fall but his hands were one of the few things she remembered the most. 

They had been paler back in England, not yet marred by the blood and grime of the battlefield, the blue veins still snaking up the back all the way to his wrist. She remembered tangled sheets and breathless laughter as they each struggled to catch their breath. She remembered her own scarlet-polished nails tracing each vein in the hand resting beside her, feeling the way his pulse would quicken when she smiled at him.

His fingers were still as calloused and long as she remembered, almost graceful in their strength, and she could still feel the ghost of them interlocking with her own like missing puzzle pieces finally finding their way together.

There weren’t any more ink stains on his fingertips, Alix realized, and she was suddenly half-tempted to make a snide remark about chasing two girls and getting neither, but she kept her silence. 

No need to make an already awkward situation worse, she thought as she chewed on her bottom lip.

Like it or not, they had a mission to complete.

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The French countryside seemed to pass by in blurs of green, gold, and blue, like the vibrant swirls of a priceless Van Gogh but Alix hardly noticed. 

The spy had been fiddling with the worn handle of a discarded leather briefcase that had been left behind in the luggage rack under her seat. Beside her, Joe was violently twisting the Werwolf skull ring around and around upon his finger, wrenching it with such ferocity that it looked as though he might tear his finger off in the process.

"I hate this," he muttered bitterly, seemingly more to himself than to Alix as he glared down at his calloused hands. 

"I fuckin' hate this." 

"Hate what?" the spy inquired softly, cocking her head and allowing some of her auburn hair to fall over one shoulder.

Joe glanced up at the sound of her voice, clearly not expecting her to speak to him, but he recovered fast as ever.

"This," he replied simply, gesturing to the Werwolf skull ring. 

"Wearing this. Gevalt, it makes me wanna claw my fuckin' skin off.” 

Alix felt a pang of sympathy. She couldn’t even fathom the excruciating cognitive dissonance Joe must be experiencing right now, playing a role he despised…but why bother playing it in the first place? 

Why put himself through the unnecessary pain? He was only a floater– a consultant– for this one mission. He had the power to back out at any time. It didn’t make sense but then, nothing about Joe seemed to make much sense lately.

Alix watched as he lit up another cigarette, his third in an hour, glaring across her, out the window at something unseen. 

He was chainsmoking again, like he always did when he was agitated, and all she could do was let the silence sit and watch him wrench the skull ring harder and harder around his finger.

It was unsettling when Joe was quiet: his rage she could combat; his brooding she couldn’t.

The auburn-haired spy found herself sneaking quick glances over at him out of the corner of her eye, the tension hanging thick in the air around them like the early morning fog.

Surprisingly, Joe was the first to break.

“Look, you got somethin’ to say, just say it.”

“What is there to say?” Alix retorted, her grip on the briefcase’s handle tightening considerably. 

“I’m perfectly capable of traveling on my own. I don't need a floater and I certainly don't need you.”

Joe crossed his arms and leaned his head back against the seat. 

“Well tell that to Donovan then, ziskeit,” he yawns. 

"'Cause I got orders to watch your six till the job's done." 

Alix opened her mouth to complain but she was interrupted by a light knocking on the compartment door and Joe immediately shoved his right hand deep into his pocket to hide the infamous skull ring. 

A disgruntled train attendant appeared, regarding both Joe and Alix with the same beady, bloodshot stare as he stepped inside, sliding the door shut behind him.

“Papers,” the Frenchman demanded with an outstretched hand.

Alix nodded with a casual “Certainement” and set aside the discarded briefcase, retrieving her false identification from her handbag and passing it to the man with what she hoped was a convincingly haughty eyeroll. 

The attendant--whose yellowed nametag identified him as Guillaume-- wore a peevish expression almost identical to their old CO, Captain Sobel, which brought a smirk to Alix's face.

The thought of the sadistic superior officer who had made their lives hell for so long being reduced to a glorified bellhop punching tickets and checking IDs was enough to bring them both a smidgen of joy.

Her gaze flickered over to Joe, who returned the smirk with one of his own, the inside joke seeming to almost bridge the gap between them.

The attendant skimmed over Alix's paperwork, handing it back to her without issue, and then it was Joe's turn.

“You, identification.”

Compliantly, Joe dug into his jacket pocket for his passport with his left hand but as he passed the small booklet to the attendant, it slipped from his fingers toward the carpet. 

Automatically, the translator’s dominant hand shot out of his right pocket to intercept them but it was too late: the skull ring on his right hand was in full view. 

The attendant swore as he snatched up Joe’s fake Austrian passport, staring down at it and back to the tell-tale ring as his face reddened with rage.

“Y-You-” he snarled, his lip curled in disgust and a gloved finger shaking as he pointed at Joe. “You are-” 

“Wha- No, no!” Joe protested, immediately reaching out for his passport back in a desperate bid to quiet him. 

“I’m not-” 

But the Frenchman shoved him off roughly and spat an anti-German epithet at him as Joe’s back hit the seat.

“Boche!”

Joe’s eyes narrowed instantly at the slur and he came back strong, lunging forward to seize the attendant by the collar but Alix stood up, trying to shove her way between them to keep the scuffle from getting out of hand. 

The auburn-haired spy could smell the heavy stench of cheap wine on the older man's breath as she separated the pair and she knew there was no reasoning with him.

The drunken attendant spun on his heel, immediately heading for the compartment door, his final words slurred as his rage boiled over. 

“Filthy swine! Nazi pig! You-”

Alix felt a block of ice drop into her stomach as the man’s large, gloved hand reached the door handle. 

It was no secret that since the liberation, people of German extraction weren't exactly welcome in most of French polite society. 

The épuration sauvage was in full-swing, thousands of suspected collaborators being beaten, tortured, and executed by incensed crowds of French people.

If this man went and ran his mouth off about a Werwolf Kommando on the train, Joe could be mobbed as soon as he set foot outside their compartment. 

This chilling revelation seemed to flip a switch in Alix’s brain: If the man left their compartment, Joe’s life could be in danger.

She couldn’t take that risk.

Slipping behind the drunken attendant with the silent ease of a tigress, the world seemed to slow around her as her training kicked in. Hopping onto the seat for a better vantage point, Alix reached out and yanked the attendant backwards into the compartment by the collar. 

The man staggered a couple steps back, thrown off-balance in his surprise, just close enough for Alix to deftly slice the small blade of her lipstick knife across his throat.

The weapon reached the targeted arteries with surgical precision, right below the larynx. Now unable to scream, the man could only gasp and gargle as his legs gave out and he sank downwards toward the carpet in a heap. Following him down to the ground, Alix gathered the excess fabric of her dress's skirt and slapped the material over the wound to stifle the bright arcs of blood that were spurting out like a gruesome fountain.

The pale lace was already growing heavy, turning from an icy blue to a deep, blood-soaked maroon, the arterial spray oozing through the delicate material slower and slower as the man’s heart gradually stopped beating. 

Then the attendant went limp, his jaw falling slack as a sickening gurgle emanated from his cut throat, and the auburn-haired spy knew he was gone. 

No loose ends, she told herself inwardly, repeating the instructions of her superiors over and over like a mantra in her head.

He could have gotten Joe killed. You did the right thing.

But did she? 

She didn’t even remember pulling the knife, not really. 

Not that it mattered: a civilian was still dead.

Alix’s hands were shaking as she stared down at the attendant’s lifeless form, too scared to see the shock and revulsion written all over Joe’s handsome face. 

He’d never seen her kill, after all. 

If he didn’t hate her before, he most certainly would now.

But when she finally looked up, there was nothing like that. 

No disgust, no outrage, no fear.

Instead, there was the same old glint to his gaze and an unspoken warmth in his whiskey-brown eyes that filled her with a strange calm.

“Well ya didn’t hafta do all that, Zees,” Joe remarked finally as a small, lopsided smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“But I ‘preciate it. Nice to know you care.”

“I don’t,” the auburn-haired girl muttered as she knelt, quickly rifling through the corpse’s bloodied uniform for anything useful. 

A billfold full of francs and an identification card from the train company.

Alix handed the wallet over to Joe, averting her gaze to ignore the way her pulse quickened at the brush of their fingertips.

“He was putting the mission in jeopardy,” she added lamely and straightened up, shifting the thick curtains to the side so she could undo the window’s latch.

“Yeah?” Joe snorted as he dragged the lifeless body by its outstretched arms to the open window and turned back to shoot her a sly wink over his shoulder.

His usual crooked grin quirked up one corner of his lips wryly, almost flirtatiously, and the knowing expression in his whiskey-colored eyes caused a small flurry of butterflies to appear once more in her stomach.

It was like he could see right through her.

“Well Ziskeit, ‘the mission’ thanks you.” 

With a grunt, the scrappy paratrooper managed to haul the corpse half onto the window’s ledge before turning back to his partner.

“Now let's get this mamzer dealt with, huh?”

Alix hoisted the corpse's legs up, giving it a final, unceremonious shove out the window, sending it rolling down into the snowy French countryside somewhere.

That was one problem taken care of...But unfortunately, there were more where that came from.

"Madonna mia," Alix swore as she frowned down at the blood-spattered blue material of her dress.

“I gotta dump this somewhere.”

Joe took his seat again and shrugged, watching Alix's nimble fingers close the window once more and re-draw the curtains.

“So change then." 

The auburn-haired girl balked, nearly losing her footing in her surprise.

“Right now?"

“Nah, next Tuesday,” the paratrooper deadpanned with a melodramatic roll of his eyes. “Christ, Zees, you're actin' like I ain't ever seen ya undress before. Hey, remember that one night at your billet when-”

“Don’t remind me,” Alix muttered, the infuriatingly obvious blush of her cheeks making her grit her teeth as the night he is referring to comes back in vivid colors.

She shook her head to banish the memories, her straightened auburn hair tumbling down her shoulders.

"Besides, it was a long time ago anyway. It doesn't matter now."

The lie tasted bitter as cyanide.

"Yeah?" Joe took another slow drag off his cigarette, watching the smoke curl up to the ceiling before he spoke again, his raspy tenor flat with thinly-veiled hurt.

"Guess that's the difference between you an' me. 'Cause to me, it matters a fuckin' lot."

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[randoauthor]

SwimSuit Model (R.F)

Pairings: Bob x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some swearing and suggestive lines

Word Count: 615

Author's Note: Oooo we get to see a partially dominant Bob...!

Summary: Jake is crushing over a swimsuit model he found in magazine, and then doesn't believe Bob when he says he is dating her.

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"Get a load of this beauty," Hangman said peering over his sunglasses to get a better look at the girl suntanning on the beach. Her swimsuit hugs her curves just right and she seemed to not care about anything but the sailors playing dogfight football. Even Natasha seemed to notice her.

"Holy shit." She said walking over to Jake, "it's (y/n) (y/l), she is like one of the biggest models on the west coast. Sports Illustrated, Playboy, Vogue. She's done them all."

Jake stared at Natasha with a dumbfounded look on his face. "No fuckin way." Natasha nodded before calling Bob over.

He came jogging over confused as to why Hangman was staring at his girlfriend. "What magazines has (y/n) modeled for?" Natasha asked, "oh," Bob said, "a good few actually, but the biggest ones are Sports Illustrated and Playboy, she has also walked in New York and Paris fashion week, and she's hoping to walk in Milan next year." Jake laughed. "That's funny Bob, I didn't know Bob was a fan of swimsuit models" Bob and Nat gave each other a confusing glance.

"Jake, Bob, and (y/n) are together," Nat said slowly Bob nodding beside her.

"No that's impossible a girl like her would never go for Bob, no offense." Bob gave a soft smile, "somehow you always make it offensive."

A slight distance away you watch as your boyfriend talks to his friends, it was kind of him to invite you to accompany him to the beach, granted you were planning on going anyway. Bob seems upset, maybe something someone was saying? Natasha and you got along great so you knew it wasn't her. None of the other guys you had met yet so you couldn't speak for the rest.

"Rooster! Get over here! Bob is convinced that he's dating a model!" Jake shouts, so Rooster comes jogging over to also gawk at Bob's girlfriend as you sit there staring right back at them.

"I mean yeah she's hot, but I couldn't see myself with her." Bob looked at Rooster with a weary glance, "I mean yeah it would be awesome to date a model but I don't think I could deal with so many guys staring at her, let alone ones pretending to date her." Bob let out a frustrated sign.

"Ya know you guys don't have to believe me but don't fucking make fun of me for it." He says sharply. "Woah, easy tiger, don't get your panties in a twist," Jake said with a chuckle.

"(y/n) come here!" your boyfriend shouts at you from across the beach, you stand up and brush yourself off and make your way over to him and his friends. You give a soft smile to the strangers as you get closer and the one closest to your boyfriend extends his hand.

"The name is Jake Sersin, they call me Hangman," He gives her a smirk as she takes his hand. "(y/n)(y/l)," you say sweetly.

"Enough of this," Bob grumbles, "They don't believe you're my girlfriend." You look with amusement between the sailors.

"Oh really?" You smirk looking at Bob, "prove it to them, baby." And so Bob does, he walks over to you, and with one hand grabbing your waist, he places his other around your throat. You allow him to kiss you passionately as Natasha hoops and hollers as you kiss him back.

Bob pulls away from you he turns to Jake, looking rather defeated.

"Do you believe me now?" He says with a smirk, holding you close to him.

"Yeah," Jake says with a sigh.

"Okay," you clap your hands together, "Who's ready for some football?"

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[not-goldy]

Antis waiting with their pen & paper ready to write down every detail of that show to run to Jikook spaces to troll. Jk gonna cook on that show & Jm gonna tease & be like I never had your cooking before, knowing he has & we saw Jk cook for him, but they'll come running & say how can they be dating if Jm never had his cooking. Jk saying you know I'll cook for you to Jimin, still completely ignored. We know how this is gonna go. IDK what to tell ya. If Jikook spending couple days together, their almost kisses, hickeys, constant sexual innuendos, line crossing behavior & biased treatment of each other hasn't convinced you yet, then why you expecting an edited show to convince you if Jikook are dating or not? You'll only see what Jikook want you too. Or you expecting them to let the cameras roll while in bed to make you a sex tape so you'll stop calling them bros? They ain't even stopped themselves from doing that yet. I'm confused what antis goal is. Basing relationships off social media exposure & needing them to tell you straight up they dating & every time they meet up & see each other? Treating as if its a heterosexual relationship & not queer. You saw Tae with Jennie with your own two eyes in Paris, but will swear to Jesus it wasn't him holding her hand & that's a straight relationship you're dismissing. And you expect us to think you'll support a queer one?

If Jikook's obvious queer behavior isn't enough for you, maybe its time to drop the fake queer supporting of BTS & support of other ships you claim are queer, when they're in straight relationships & move on. Acting like TK at a friends premiere with friends means they're married, but Jimin sucking a hickey on Jk's neck in their private alone time, is fanservice & company pushed. Your clear homophobia & using ships & members for fantasies in fics & drawings, while openly hating on the obvious two queers, is sickening & proves you're nothing but festishers.

Mind boggling truly

At this point I can't tell if it's heteronormativity and filtering everything through straight lens such that they are conceptualizing queer relationship through a heteronormative gaze

Or

It's queer erasure 🥲

[itsmyturntobeme]

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I'm Only Me When I'm With You

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Look What You Made Me Do

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Fearless

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Love Story

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Tell Me Why

You're Not Sorry

The Way I Loved You

Forever & Always

The Best Day

Change

Jump Then Fall

Untouchable

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Come In With The Rain

Superstar

The Other Side Of The Door 

Today Was A Fairytale 

You All Over Me

Mr. Perfectly Fine

We Were Happy

That's When

Don't You

Bye Bye Baby

Red (Taylor's Version)

State Of Grace

Red x2

Treacherous

I Knew You Were Trouble 

All Too Well 

22

I Almost Do

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Stay Stay Stay

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Everything Has Changed

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Begin Again

The Moment I Knew

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I Bet You Think About Me

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Run

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Midnights

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Maroon x2

Anti-Hero

Snow On The Beach

You're On Your Own, Kid x4

Midnight Rain

Question...?

Vigilante Shit

Bejeweled

Labyrinth

Karma

Sweet Nothing

Mastermind

Hits Different

The Great War

Bigger Than The Whole Sky

Paris

High Infidelity

Glitch

Would've, Could've, Should've

Dear Reader

You're Losing Me

OTHER

Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful Ghosts

Carolina

Crazier

Eyes Open

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

I Heart ?

Only the Young

Safe & Sound

This is What You Came For

#taylor swift #eras tour

[dtupdates-archive]

♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart (pt. 1)! He liked:

very handsome boy

Everest 💙💚

Warden dream doodles

"Moon! Wake up!" 🌙💤

he's a dancing boy 🕺

baby dream waking the moon up :)

Little redraw ❤️

soulmatism of dnf

flustered drem k0fi comm🫂

inseparable in any possible universe

The moon's awake :)

🎬 everest mv bts dream is looking really good...

everest !!

It takes two to tango 🧶🌱

🌙

hes so precious

bro is majestic

did @frausti_ dtiys, loved doing it!! so cute !!!

"i'm sure i've seen much hotter man" i mean he's the hotter man...

dream study whatever you wanna call it cause i'm in a SLUMP rn

my angel

moon! wake up! 🌙🤍

ya know what they say...'it takes two!' 💙💚

moon 🌙

taking pictures (of canonical husband)📸

they're so cute 😭😭

It takes two is such a beautiful game 🥹

a moment of rest

The universe lies within your eyes

try telling me that theres nothing between them

wittle bebe drem

see yall in 8 months for the next stream guys!! 😀

never posted this doodle from twitchcon paris

they are so CUTE

I really enjoyed the music video BTS so here is a quick doodle!🫶

so endearing!

angel looking guy

dreamnap getting ready to go out (sap is waiting for dream to finish)

i'll stop gatekeeping this

He works, don't interfere

You are loved💕☀️

Dreamie scribble

⭐️MY STAR BOYS⭐️

🌙💤

late everest mv art sorry but look !!

he's growing his hair out just for me btw !

Lil cinnamon roll

Souproll, my favourite 💕

nether portal cinnamon roll was a 10/10 !! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

hes perfect like what

I miss dream where is he :'(

sometimes it takes TWO!!!

i just really love him

Redraw of an old cdream piece back from march 2022!

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

[juneaulime]

NSFW 18+ VOXTO

I said I'll write a fanfic with Vox masturbating in the airport bathroom and I shall fulfil my promise. 18+ only as usual but if you ain't 18+ don't complain to me. Also it's a Voxto fic so deal with it.

Tags:

NSFW, Public masturbation, cursing, second hand embarrassment from the writer, Not Beta Read.

Vox has just finished packing up, tomorrow he had the flight to Paris to catch. He writes in the group chat to let the others know. Then a message from Shoto. Their relationship is complicated. Both knew they had feelings for each other and most of the time could manage their thirst with some flirting. Vox opens the chat room with Shoto.

Shoto: I'm so tired 😩

Vox: good job with the stream. How can I help you boy?

Shoto: can you just- nah that's weird

Vox: c'mon don't be shy, we already crossed the line of friendship

Shoto: ok, but don't make fun of me.

Vox: promise.

Shoto: I want to hear you.

Vox: so a call?

Shoto: no I mean, like an audio of you calling me a good boy, you know.

Vox: so you want me to treat you like how I do in my asmr? Got it.

Vox press the mic button and says the iconic line:

"That's my boy"

And press sent to Shoto. He laughs to himself. It's so cute what his voice could do to Shoto sometimes. Sometimes he wonder if his voice is actually that good.

*bing* Shoto replied

Shoto: thanks man. I'll make it up to ya

Vox: np. You don't have to

Shoto: trust me you'll like it.

Oh, now Vox was interested, but he had to go to bed early, his flight was also early so he and Shoto messaged for about an hour before calling it quits and both going to bed.

Next morning

Vox woke up at 4 am, he had to be out of house at 6 am. He does his morning routine, brushing his teeth, washing his face, a quick breakfast, and lastly clothes. He choose a black turtle neck, with brown pants and a matching brown jacket to go with it. He's ready, he picks his luggage up, puts his shoes on, and walks out of his house locking it behind him. The car ride is enjoyable, Vox is playing some songs in the background to energize himself.

*bing* A notification at this hour, sure he did inform the others but who else could be awake at this hour? Mysta was already there since he flew to Paris a day before Vox, Luca was there even earlier, so who is it? Vox carefully picks up his phone and checks.

Shoto: you know when I said I'll make it up to ya? Well I thought since you're going to wait a long time in the airport and probably a boring flight, I wanted to send you something as well to keep you... Energized.

Energized? What is he talking about. He doesn't have time to chat with the boy so he just puts down the phone and focus on the road. He reached the airport, and completely forgot about the message. The airport air is just so stressing. By the time he's done with all the checking it was 8 am, his flight is in two hours, so he decides to go around the airport a bit and then go to his gate and wait. He bought some food to eat on the plane, and a bunch of snacks for his friends. Vox sat down to wait for the gate to open, it's still early but better be safe than sorry. He began scrolling through his Twitter feeds, interacting with his friends, liking and retwitting post. *Bing* it's Shoto, he completely forgot about it.

He opened the chat like nothing and he got flashed with maybe the most erotic picture of the boy. Suddenly a surge of horniness hit Vox. 'shit!' he thought he checked the time, he can still make it if he's quick. Screw it, says Vox to himself. He rushes to the nearest bathroom possible. Fortunately the men's bathroom doesn't have a long line. He locks himself in the stool, and gives himself one last mental note of being careful with himself. He closes his eyes and imagine Shoto face. That picture, fuck. His eyes and those flushed cheeks, fuck, Vox could just devour the boy in one sitting. Vox pulls down his pants and boxers. With his eyes closed he imagines Shoto. His cute voice taunting him to do something about his brattiness, calling Vox 'Milord'. Vox didn't have a lube so he spits on his cock to imitate Shoto's wet hole. He gives himself a couple of pumps and imagines Shoto. The boys is underneath him moaning and begging the demon to go harder and break him. A groan escapes Vox's mouth, he needs to be careful he listens if there's anyone. There is, they're washing their hands, 'ok when they go blow dry their hand, that's the only moment I have to make sound' Vox thought. He kept stroking his dick and wet it with his spit whenever it dried up. The image of Shoto moaning under him, his eyes rolling back in his skull, his tongue out and the loud sound of skin slamming against each other. He felt the urge of cumming, but not yet it was to quiet now, he squeeze he base of his cock to stop himself to ejaculate, he uses his other and rubs his head, mimicking his imagination if Shot, giving him a blowjob. Shoto's hand are are smaller but the feeling is there, Shoto's small hand around Vox's cock, teasing his head and going slow on his length. Vox could hold it in anymore, then both blow drier turn on, 'fuck it', Vox let out a groan and came in his hand and in the toilet. The post nut clarity hit him, fuck, he checks the clock, in 30 minutes he need to board the plane. He felt satisfied enough. He cleans his hand with the toilet paper and flush it down the toilet. He exit the stool like nothing happened and washes his hands with soap. When he gets to Paris he'll make Shoto pay for it.

That's it. I'm done. Idk how man body works I'm just taking what Vox said in the video. Anyway I'll go drink holy water and you should to. Bye

#voxto #vox akuma #shoto #shxtou

[itsparis-07]

(for context I'm using my listener for this fic but if you do want me to do some y/n fics then use the ask box thanks and yes I color-coded it for whoever spoke in this story, btw my oc Hana uses they/she pronouns so I hope you all enjoy this one a - Paris 💗)

3 souls make one (725 words)

Hana was rollerskating to Alphonse's shop to get mamba and of course some strawberry pocky 

They made it to the door and knocked, Alphonse walked to the door and opened it with joy as he held their hand.

“Hey boo, you made it! you're hella early for our sleepover but Seth just got from his dad’s bar, he’s just setting the pillow fort up for the third time” 

“ Really, well you texted me when I just got done getting ready and yes you don't need to ask   to make cinnamon rolls but as you probably know you are ordering dinner for us this time.”

“Aw, why me?”

“ Boy, mustn’t we forget who got it last time… yeah me”

While the two love birds laughed and talked Seth walked downstairs to the store to greet them both, he walked over to Alphonse and plucked his forehead as a joke from when they were kids

Which made Seth feel a little taller when he did it to him, and he made this smug little face too you know that face that said ‘I just bitched you out in front of them so what’s up’ So of course the two girls are fighting and it’s Hana's job to be the peacemaker of the group.

 “ alright alright chill out man it’s just for laughs, anyways hey Sugar how ya been?”

“ stressed, it's almost Easter and spring break just started and all of the town is going crazy on ordering hot cross buns and now I'm just ready with my comfy clothes on and hanging out with my two pretty boys.”

They both nod as she gets her roller-skates off as our trio walks upstairs to see the pillow fort from Christmas, Hana heads straight first for the fridge for ingredients to make cinnamon rolls, which makes the boys happy to help as Alphonse grabbed his hot pink speaker and Seth tied his hair up in a ponytail and the two got to work on the rolls as Alphonse danced to monster by lady gaga for the at least the 14th time this week, ever since Seth moved in three of them shared a playlist.

“ Really Al, this song again? This is like the 200th time you played this whenever Sugar comes over to hang out”

“Oh spare me country boy all you know is Dolly Parton and Nickelback or whatever you rednecks listen down there in dumb ol’ stupid Texas”

“Sugar come get your man before I kick his ass to Texas and I mean it this time”

Hana laughed as she put the cinnamon rolls in the oven and walks over to Seth and taps him on his back like a sitcom father would do to his kid or something like that, back in the pillow fort Alphonse was setting up a movie but Seth was AGAIN fighting with Al over what movie to pick so you all agree on the film ‘the sandlot’ which was Hana’s childhood favorite (because they had a massive crush on benny) after the film was coming to close finish Seth was staring at her and Al as Hana and he laughed Seth softly touched both of their hands only Alphonse noticed it.

“ Hey Seth, um…what’s wrong, are you not liking the movie or…?”

“No no, it’s just the fort. It's giving me memories of our first fort with the sugar cookies and the tears… I’m just happier where I am at the moment ya know?”

“Ah, I see, so are you feeling better about yourself now?”

“Yeah to sum it all up I feel like a new person with you guys lately”

“Aww Seth stop beating yourself up we love you ya silly little country boy”

“ Yeah, she’s right about that one you two mean so much to me”

“ Okay, you two, let's not start the waterworks in this fort again, please?

As our beloved trio dozed off asleep Alphonse kissed Hana’s and Seth’s foreheads 

And covered them in blankets and stared at the window with a cup of tea in his hand it was midnight he sighed as a wave of peace washed over him as he finished his cup and put it in the sink he walked and crawled his way back into the fort and got on the left side of Hana's warm body Seth was cuddling her like when they were in the old apartment and all that was left in the fort that was untouched was left a half-finished box of strawberry pocky.

#yuurivoice bittersweet #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #fanfic

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Day 2

This is a question I have had for  while. What are your feeling on all the olympians? Like all of them. Thanks if you answer lol(can’t believe I even remembered 2 days)

Oh wow, ok, I’m excited about this question and will do my best. Been thinking about it all day. I’m going with feel as the operative word. I am not a Hellenic polytheist (I am a Christian; anyone can ask me about this☺️) but the gods are real and dear to me as part of humanity, so yes, I have feelings. In a way, your ask is as much about me as it is about the gods. So you’ll get my completely personal take. I will not give you subversive fan theories or analyses on why they are problematic. I’m also a synesthete, so bare with me; my sensory process is what it is.

Zeus — I feel like we’d date. A friend of mine told me that he reads my fanfiction but his powers enable him to watch it like a telenovela. He’s a warm, gregarious energy to me. I live for silly Zeus memes but I think what we all miss is how likeable he is. Large and scary on the outside, but full of wonder at his core. He’s the visionary behind Olympus after all. He’s a swan, a glittering shower, he wants thrones for all his kids, crowns for his brothers and sisters. My favorite myths include just how much he delights in his kids. Like when Artemis and Apollo are born and he’s just like here, have the sun, have the forests. Or when he rescues little Dionysus by putting him in his own body until he’s done growing. I think his presence would feel so alive you wouldn’t really care who he was or what nonsense he’d been up to.

Poseidon - ya know, he’s a mysterious dude. He’s moody, a little weird. Thinking of him makes me imagine my fears of the bottom of the ocean. Of the kraken, of trenches, places with no light and freaky pressure changes. Almost like he’s specifically the lord of the deep. Of any god, I’m most afraid of him. (Feel free to psychoanalyze in the comments) Also I imagine him as a hunky merman. I picture him in deep greens. I think of that folk song full fathom five. Choleric. Hard to please. A sense of weariness.

Hera — I think we oversimplify her rage. I see her in bright golds. Fresh smells, peaches, a crisp essence. She’s glamorous, a leader. But has battled her insecurities hard. There’s a frustration and anxiety close to her surface. And I’m not so sure her issues are really with Zeus. I feel like there’s a deep wound there from the titan war and perhaps Zeus has great compassion for it. Rosalie Hale and Amy March are both strong Heras to me. Daenerys Targaryen is a Hera. Hera is the feminine form of hero, by the way. Somehow it’s been lost as a noun, which is a shame.

Demeter — I picture Demeter as my sister, who, by the way, is lovely. It just fits too well. She’s a gentle, sensual woman. She enjoys food, dancing, comforts. Of any gods, I would want her on my side. A better ending to the Judgement of Paris is that Demeter divided the apple evenly and served it with humus and peanut butter. The koine suffix meter means mother. Demeter is a giver, she’s the full moon, the mom friend, the feeling when your s/o makes your lunch or kisses your head at night.

Hestia — heckin sweet. She and Zeus are the closest of the siblings. You go domestic ace-spec girl. Like I bet she’s just so pretty and kind. See previous headcanon posts.

Ares — everyone who’s been here knows how I feel about Ares. I can’t resist finding one single nugget of lovability and letting it take over. He’s Zeus and Hera’s most difficult traits all in one guy. He’s intense and moody like Zeus but with the anxiety and insecurity of Hera. He’s angsty, kinda tortured. I think he’s often taken for granted as the “strong one.” He holds a lot inside in order to be there for others. I think he supported Hera beyond what he was ready for as a little boy.

Hephaestus — Blacksmiths are cut. Have you met a blacksmith before? Lemme tell you, I’m a huge horse person and I have. They come in with their their truck and their strong arms and they pick up those little horsie feet and it’s everything. And that sad backstory of being raised in a cave? Please. You want Hephaestus.

Athena — She intimidates me. She’s not one I identify with much and sometimes have a hard time with. I have felt in the shadow of “Athena” type women. To me she’s that cousin who’s in med school or law school or literally just passing third grade math. A golden child. Homer calls her “a stately dame … graced with all the noble gifts of womanhood” in song 16 of the Odyssey. Which sounds great and maybe it is. But the irony of perfection is it’s never really what what we find most beautiful is it? We never romanticize precision.

Apollo — oh, buddy. I love you. Somehow the god of order and reason and also the biggest himbo of all. Still in therapy from both his lovers turning into plants. He’s so pretty and so brilliant but he’s the god of song. Apollo is #sadgirl through and through. Somehow a melancholic, a genius, and an innocent all in one. Spencer Reid vibes, definitely. He makes me nostalgic for something I can’t quite reach.

Ya know what, someone ask me about just Apollo sometime. I wrote loads of fiction about him in 8th grade and I had a dog named Apollo. I really miss that dog.

Artemis — There’s a kind of prickly charisma to Artemis. And culturally, she’s beloved. Katniss is Artemis. So is Scout Finch. I love that the Greeks gave us an all girl mashup of Peter Pan x Where the Wild Things Are x Moonrise Kingdom. Yet, she gives me a little sense of melancholy too. Sexuality aside, she made a fascinating choice when she vowed eternal girlhood, celibacy, and to never become a mother. She chose autonomy over intimacy. She chose innocence over heartbreak. I wonder if she ever sorrows for the road not taken. Even an immortal life is only one life. And yet, I want her to be free. I would lose my shit if she ever for one second knew grief or regret or even jealousy. It would crush me for romance to displace her friendships. I hope she’s just perfectly 100% happy. She means a lot to me.

Hermes— what a mysterious dude. Honestly, I’m not sure what even to do with him. He’s … detached. Like just kind of a stinky guy in stinky rafting sandals. Paradoxically he looks the most human, would seem to be v cool towards humans, and yet is just as magical and strange as can be. I’m pretty sure I literally saw him in Asheville. @heljos , he’s special to you, speak of Hermes sometime.

Aphrodite— above all, Aphrodite is hopeful. My favorite epithets for her are “laughter-loving” and “foam-walker.” Even the specific wording of “mother of desire” as opposed to “lust” or “love.” There’s all kinds of things you can desire. Fun, humor, joy, health, self-acceptance, friendship. Aphrodite and Dionysus are the Pippin and Merry of Olympus. But as a Artemis’ opposite, I think there’s a part of her that grieves her freedom. To be the goddess of beauty and love means being defined by perception and relationships. That’s why I give her such a distinct personality when I write about her. I bet more than anything she wants identity. *follow or ask me for more on this.

Things that have the same energy: Dionysus and Tom Haverford.

#effeminate stranger #you asked peggy answered #ask answered #zeus #poseidon #demeter #hestia #hera #Athena #apollo #Artemis #ares #hephaestus #hermes #aphrodite #Dionysus #the pantheon #greek mythology #analysis #ancient greece #greek literature #ancient greek literature #ovid

[just-a-small-snake]

I fucking dare you to infodump Inception lore I dare you, do it coward

🫵👁️👁️

Be me: (loves hearing my friends infodump about things they care about)

You've opened a can of multi-layered worms, my friend.

I'm gonna talk about the Hallway Scene. Have I told you about the Hallway Scene? It's on the second level, in the hotel, and they've missed the first drop. The first drop was supposed to be when the van one layer up went off the bridge, but they didn't time it right so now they're in freefall and that means there's just no fucking gravity on the second layer.

None.

Shit's floating everywhere, people are floating everywhere, my guy Arthur's floating everywhere while in the middle of a fight.

But here's the thing about that: this movie is live action and it's fucking 2010. They can't CGI this and make it look good. And they can't have bad CGI cause it's a big-budget slick sci-fi action movie and ya boi Chris is not gonna settle for shitty CGI. So what do they do? They build three fucking identical hallways. There's the main set, another that's on its side like a big tube, and a third that fucking SPINS. And you're gonna say "well Cam, that's not revolutionary, they did that for Space Odyssey in like the early 60s" well did they make a guy float in the 60s? I don't know I haven't seen Space Odyssey. I don't think they did though.

Anyway. On top of that, there's also a room that spins, which is way harder to deal with cause it's so much bigger and there's way more space to just fucking fall.

So with their three spatially fucked sets, they're ready to film. They call up Joseph Gordon Levit's go-to stuntman and- SIKE! There's no stuntman. It's all him. They just fucking put JGL through the spin cycle and he made it look SO COOL. And weak-ass Leonardo DiCaprio had a stunt double for his role of "pretend to be asleep and get floated around on some wires" lmao. Imagine asking for a stunt double for that after hearing the guy playing your sidekick did THAT. I would simply die. And if you're wondering why I'm not mocking Elliot Page for the same shit, it's because I like him and I do not like dicaprio.

Anyway. You asked me about lore and I am so sorry for going off about the technical bits it's just like my favorite practical effect ever and I take every opportunity to talk about it.

In terms of lore, I never see anyone talk about this but I'm obsessed with how much they change the world? Like obviously there's the scene where Ariadne bends Paris in half like a sandwich and then makes a bridge out of mirrors, and it's immediately shown why you Shouldn't Fucking Do That (see: stab wound), but later we see Eames bend reality so casually all the time.

He changes his own appearance several times, and at one point pulls a grenade launcher out of absolutely nowhere like goddamn Bugs Bunny. And it's fascinating to me as a character detail.

Now that I'm thinking about it, Cobb, Arthur, and Eames all ensure control over their very tricky environments in such interesting ways. Like Cobb tries to control his wife, mentally bringing her back from the dead, trapping her as a shade in his memory. This backfires spectacularly, becoming the main conflict of the movie.

More subtly, we see Arthur's need for control in his appearance (they're thieves in an abandoned warehouse, he doesn't need to wear a waistcoat and keep his hair perfectly jelled all the damn time) and his fondness for paradoxes like the infinite staircase. He needs to have the upper hand on his opponent at all times Just In Case.

Eames, by comparison, seems way more chill, generally a "go with the flow" kinda guy, but I feel like he relies on his tricks a lot. He casually manipulates people, gives himself an extra weapon, probably cheats at poker. I think he's just as messed up as the rest of them.

So putting aside Cobb's severe everything, I wanna look at Arthur and Eames. We learn very little about any of the characters aside from Cobb, but what little we do learn can be built on to form vague yet cohesive backstories.

Arthur is ex-military. My evidence being some of his speech patterns, his knowledge of dreamshare tech as a military tool, his experience with it that implies he's been at it for a long time (it hasn't existed for very long), and his apparent need for organization and order.

In contrast, Eames is a con artist. We first see him playing poker in a dingy bar, his whole job is to lie and manipulate people, and he keeps a sloppy, unprofessional appearance that's probably really good for making people underestimate him.

Both are highly skilled, very experienced, and shown to be good at improvising when shit goes down. Honestly, I think they make Cobb look like an absolute fool most of the time. He's like the guy from Teen Titans who doesn't have any powers and just says "Teen Titans go!" instead of doing shit. I don't like him very much in case you haven't noticed. Cobb, that is. I'm pretty neutral about Robin.

Anyway. Good Movie.

#what did you think was gonna happen my dude #inception #welcome to my twisted mind

[msmercury84]

"I Double Dare You" "Paris Part 2: Is Leigh On Her Way to Stardom?"

*Author's Note: My depiction of Bill Guarnere is solely based on the actor's portrayal in the movie. Special thanks to alluring moonlight babe for an excellent idea that I'm using in this story.*

When Leigh arrived for rehearsal the next day, it didn't take the Andrews Sisters long to notice the engagement ring glistening on Spencer's finger. The women hugged and congratulated her. Maxine said,

"How about we include this in tonight's show? It's going on the radio and your friends and relatives can hear the good news." Spencer thought it was a wonderful idea. Laverne Andrews told Leigh,

"Let's really celebrate in style. We're going to make sure Bill gets a front row seat and both of you will get the V.I.P. treatment. Leigh, we're getting a chauffeur driven limousine to bring you here instead of the cab you usually take. The same driver and car will bring your handsome fiance to the show." Spencer was surprised,

"I can't thank you ladies enough for making this special occasion even more special. Your generosity is boundless and I appreciate it." Patti Andrews asked her sisters and Leigh,

"How about we announce the engagement and then have our bride to be come onstage and sing " Busy as A Bee" then we go right into "Apple Blossom Time" and sing that song to the happy couple?" Her idea was quickly approved. Maxine Andrews asked Spencer,

"What do you think of singing that song to your fiance? Do you think he would object to being onstage?"

"Bill would love it. As you know, we both adore your music."

"Consider it done." Leigh and the famous trio started their rehearsal. Spencer was eager to see Guarnere's reaction to being onstage.

The show would be recorded live and played on the radio the following evening in the United States due to the difference in time zones.

*********************************************************************

Leigh was waiting for the concierge to call and inform her that the driver was waiting by the front entrance.

"The Andrews Sisters are going all out for us tonight. I'm going in a limo to the theater. You will be picked up by the same driver when it's close to the time for our show to begin. A front row seat is reserved in your name." Bill grinned,

"Who'd believe that ol' Guarnere would get to ride in a fancy car wit' a driver? Baby, I'm really lookin' forward to this show.

Tomorrow night, the entire United States will hear you singin' on the radio." Spencer was starting to get nervous about performing.

"I know you mean well, Bill, but I wish you hadn't mentioned the radio broadcast. Honey, I'm nervous and a little bit scared." Guarnere wrapped his arms around Leigh,

"Sweetheart, I know you can do this. Like I told ya back in Aldebourne, ain't nothin' wrong wit' bein' nervous. Just turn your fear into the best goddamn performance o' your life. I know that you're gonna be a big hit tonight. Ol' Guarnere ain't never wrong." Bill gave her a tender kiss, adding,

"I believe in you an' I love ya, Leigh." Spencer returned the kiss,

"Thanks for the pep talk and thanks for believing in me. I love you, too, Bill. I think I'll do what I did before the USO competition and pretend I'm singing to you and you alone." He smiled,

"Now you're cookin' wit' gas. I need to shave an' put on my dress uniform. If the car comes for ya while I'm gettin' ready, I'll see ya at the show."

"You'll get a call when the driver is here. I'm looking forward to seeing a certain handsome paratrooper in the front row." Guarnere kissed Leigh,

"Baby, I wouldn't miss this show for anythin'." The telephone rang and Spencer answered. She thanked the concierge and ended the call.

"The driver is waiting, so I'll see you at the show, Honey." She picked up her purse.

"You're gonna be great tonight, Sweetheart. I'd better get movin'." Guarnere left the room and Spencer put on a tailored charcoal gray wool coat. The coat had dark gray buttons accented with tiny flecks of gold coloring. She left the suite, heading for the front entrance of the hotel.

The driver saw Leigh exiting the hotel and he got out of the limousine and went around the car to open the rear passenger door. She thanked the driver and got into the limo and the driver took her to the theater.

Once Spencer arrived at the stage door, she went into her dressing room. The Andrews Sisters had three hairdressers on the payroll and they brought along an extra hairdresser for Leigh.

Spencer was extremely impressed with the skill of the woman styling her hair. Leigh's hair had been extra curly and frizzy due to light snow and a bit of elevated humidity. When the stylist used a curling iron to smooth the excessive curls, her hair looked silky.

Leigh thanked the hairdresser and the woman departed the dressing room. Spencer opened a garment bag and removed the dress that was custom made by the Andrews Sisters' costume designer.

The dress was made of lightweight red velvet covered with dyed to match red handmade lace. It had capped sleeves and a flared skirt. The bodice and sleeves had crystals the size of rhinestones strategically placed to reflect the stage lights. Spencer was pleased that the neckline of her dress would showcase the angel necklace.

Since Leigh was already wearing her bra and panties, she put on her garter belt and stockings, the girdle she detested and a slip. Spencer added open toed black high heeled shoes with narrow straps that fastened around her ankles.

She sat at the dressing table and carefully applied a hint of rouge, powder, eyeliner, a touch of eyebrow pencil, mascara, a new shade of lipstick that matched her dress and nail polish that matched her lipstick.

Meanwhile, Bill had shaved. He put on his dress uniform, ensuring that his Jump Wings, Silver Star ribbon and Combat Infantryman Badge on the left front of his uniform jacket and the Presidential Army Unit Citation with one oak leaf cluster on the right front of his jacket were on straight. A valet from the hotel delivered Guarnere's Corcoran boots that were polished to perfection.

Soon, the telephone rang and Bill went downstairs to the lobby and met the driver of the limousine who opened the door for Guarnere. Bill thanked him and they departed for the theater. He had time to enjoy a cigarette during his ride through the streets of Paris.

Guarnere stopped by the ticket office of the theater and he picked up his ticket for a seat at the end of the center aisle of the first row. Bill noticed that the theater was filled with servicemen and a few civilians.

The prospect of attending a live performance by his favorite group was exciting in and of itself for Bill. Knowing that his fiancee was performing in the show alongside the famous trio made him feel proud and elated. The fact that Leigh would be heard by most of the United States the next evening was icing on the cake, as far as Bill was concerned.

A radio announcer with a microphone and recording equipment was in the wings of the theater's backstage area. A few technicians were on hand to ensure that the radio program was successfully recorded.

Backstage, a messenger knocked on the door of Leigh's dressing room. She opened the door and smiled when she saw a small white box in the man's hands. Spencer thanked him, gave him a tip and closed the door.

She took the box to the dressing table and opened it. Leigh took out a corsage of three white Sweetheart Roses with rose leaves and a delicate, thin, gold colored bow. Spencer smiled as she read the card,

"Baby, you will be a star tonight. You can do this. All my love, Bill." She carefully pinned the corsage to her dress.

Guarnere went to the main desk the day before while Spencer was at rehearsal. He found a helpful older man who exchanged Bill's American currency for French currency, saving Guarnere the hassle of going to a bank.

The concierge helped Bill place the order with a florist, who told him that white roses would show up better on a red dress. Bill thanked the man for his help and left a generous tip.

Leigh and the Andrews Sisters did some vocal exercises to warm up before the show. The sisters wore their trademark military inspired uniforms and hats. Patti looked through a small opening in the curtain and she told the other women,

"We have a packed house tonight, girls." Leigh took a look through the opening of the curtain and smiled when she saw Bill. Knowing he was in the audience made her feel more at ease.

The emcee walked onstage. Standing before one of the microphones on the stage, he said,

"Servicemen, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the concert. We're recording live tonight and the broadcast will be played on CBS radio in the states tomorrow night.

This evening, our show will be transmitted live for all servicemen and women who are here in Europe. Our servicemen and women in the Pacific Theater will have this show on the radio tomorrow night.

Please allow me to introduce the best female singing group in the world, the Andrews Sisters and Leigh Spencer, a USO singer chosen to perform with them.

The curtain was raised and the four singers walked onstage. Each woman took her place in front of a microphone. Bill had a big smile on his face as he saw Leigh with the corsage pinned on her dress.

Maxine told the military personnel in the audience,

"We're honored to perform for the men and women who are serving our country. Since we're broadcasting to military bases here in Europe, I'm going to ask our special guest performer if she would like to say a few words to some folks she knows.

Besides performing for the USO, Leigh Spencer is serving our country as a WAAC." The audience applauded for Spencer.

"I'd like to say hello to the finest bunch of paratroopers in service, the men of Easy Company, the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division. I've been a Clerical WAAC for the offices of the 506th since 1942. This regiment has an excellent captain and former CO, Captain Richard Winters and the finest Colonel, Robert Sink."

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Back at the Army base in Holland, the Easy Company men, Winters, Bull, Melissa and Colonel Sink were in the mess hall listening to the broadcast. They were very pleased to hear themselves mentioned on the radio. Winters had a grin on his face when he heard his name mentioned and the usually stern Sink was smiling.

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The show began with the Andrews Sisters and Leigh performing the sisters' biggest hits. Spencer felt at home onstage once she started singing and she was determined to give her finest performance. Bill thought,

"This is the best singin' I've heard from Leigh. She's goin' all out tonight!" Midway through the show, Laverne Andrews told the audience,

"We have some happy news about our very talented guest singer. Leigh Spencer got engaged last night to the man she met at Camp Toccoa, Georgia, Staff Sergeant Bill Guarnere."

When the men of Easy Company, Captain Winters, Colonel Sink, Bull and Melissa heard this on the radio, they applauded and cheered. The audience in the theater applauded. Andrews said,

"We would like to have Staff Sergeant Guarnere join us onstage. How about it, Bill?" Guarnere had a beaming smile on his face as he walked up the steps leading to the stage. An assistant backstage brought a chair out for him. Bill sat down and he winked at Leigh. Maxine said,

"Leigh is going to sing for you and then we're going to sing a number for you and your bride to be." The big band orchestra played the lengthy introduction to "Busy as A Bee" and Spencer moved the microphone so she could be facing Bill and she began to sing,

"Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Buzzin' the neighbors and breakin' the news.

Babblin' like a brook, I'm bab, bab, babblin'

Gather together the rice and old shoes.

Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Spreading the wedding all over the town.

Bidding all the boys a big, big bye-bye,

Me and my honey are settlin' down.

Oh, you've put a certain sound in my heart.

It's sweet music that I hear.

With you buzzin' all around in my heart

I know heaven is near.

We've got everybody and his cousin

Talkin' it over and makin' a fuss.

Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Happy, so happy it happened to us."

Bill and the audience applauded loudly. Leigh walked over to stand beside Guarnere. He gently pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. The sisters began the song,

"I'll be with you in apple blossom time. On the day that I change your name to mine.

One day in May, I'll come and say,

Happy the bride that the sun shines on today.

What a wonderful wedding there will be.

What a wonderful day for you and me.

Church bells will chime.

You will be mine in apple blossom time."

There was an instrumental and Patti Andrews repeated the verses of the song again. Bill and Leigh were smiling throughout the song. The announcer said,

"The sergeant has his fiancee sitting on his lap and he has his arms around her. They appear to be very much in love." Guarnere and Spencer joined the audience in applauding when the song was finished. Bill gave Leigh a tender kiss before returning to his seat with a smile on his face and a bit of red lipstick on his lips.

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At the Army base Mess Hall, the Easy Company men applauded for Leigh after she sang. They were surprised when Bill joined the Andrews Sisters onstage. George Luz grinned,

"You know that Wild Bill is just eating this up with a spoon. That lucky bastard!" The men agreed with Luz. Buck Compton remarked,

"It's a nice touch for the Andrews Sisters to sing to Bill and Leigh. Boys, the announcer is telling us something we've known for a long time about them being 'very much in love.'" George Luz chimed in,

"Next thing you know, the announcer will tell us another amazing fact, that water is wet." The men laughed as the radio announcer commented,

"The sergeant just returned to his seat with some of his fiancee's lipstick remaining on his lips."

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When Bill took his seat, an Army serviceman tapped him on the shoulder,

"Buddy, you've got lipstick on your lips. Congratulations on your engagement." Guarnere thanked him and removed the lipstick with his handkerchief. Maxine Andrews said,

"Our guest singer is called The Songbird of the 506th and the following song is her signature number. Here's Leigh Spencer singing " Stuff Like That There."

The audience members were on their feet, clapping along with the music. Spencer got a standing ovation and had to do three curtain calls before the show could continue. Bill felt a moment of sadness when he thought,

"I wish Henry could've heard this show." Guarnere missed his brother and was still mourning his loss. Bill's mood lifted when he imagined the reaction his mother would have when she heard Leigh singing on the radio and learning that Bill was included in the show.

"The whole neighborhood will hear her yellin'. Hell, I'll probably hear her all the way across the ocean!"

Before doing the final number, Leigh went to her dressing room to change into her WAAC uniform. When the Andrews Sisters' manager contacted the Commander of the WAACs in Iowa to ask if Leigh could perform in her uniform, he was told that the dignity of the uniform might be compromised if it would be worn as a costume.

The agent assured the commander that the uniform and the WAACs would be honored. Permission was granted and Leigh was permitted to wear her hair down for the songs in which she would appear in her uniform.

While the Andrews Sisters sang a song, Leigh got into her uniform and pinned her corsage on the lapel of her jacket. Maxine Andrews told the audience,

"For our last number, we wanted our guest to wear her uniform so we could dress alike, more or less. Leigh, come on out and help us with this number."

The audience applauded as Spencer walked out in her uniform. Laverne Andrews looked at the stripes on Leigh's jacket sleeves,

"Girls, we're outranked. We'd better ask Sergeant Spencer if she would like to perform with us." Sergeant Spencer told them that she would love to sing with them.

They began their biggest hit, "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy." The audience clapped in rhythm with their singing. The sisters and Leigh did a complicated dance routine, making it look effortless.

The audience gave them a standing ovation. Patti Andrews thanked the audience,

"How can we refuse such a nice group of people?" She asked her sisters and Leigh,

"Ready girls?" They answered,

"Yes" in unison. Their encore number was another upbeat favorite, "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree." This time, the audience stood up and clapped their hands in time with the music. The song received a tremendous amount of applause.

Laverne Andrews thanked the audience, asking them,

"Would you like to hear another number from our guest singer?" The applause was very loud.

"Here's Leigh with 'Thanks for the Boogie Ride." The sisters left the stage and the band leader stood at a microphone. He would sing with Spencer. The upbeat song brought a loud, lengthy round of applause.

The sisters returned onstage and thanked the audience for a wonderful evening. Maxine Andrews asked,

"How about a hand for the very talented bride to be, Leigh Spencer." To Leigh's surprise, the audience, including Bill, gave her a standing ovation, applauding loudly. She had a beaming smile on her face as she looked at the audience. The radio announcer reported,

"The audience is giving Miss Spencer a standing ovation." In Holland, the Easy Company men, Winters, Sink, Bull and Melissa were applauding and cheering.The colonel remarked,

"That girl is extremely talented and she's honored the 506th tonight." George Luz had a huge smile on his face as he said,

"Leigh is one hell of a singer! This couldn't have happened to a nicer person." Dick Winters grinned, commenting,

"Would you believe that Leigh asked me if I thought she was good enough to audition for the USO job?"

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The show had ended and as the audience began to file out of the theater, Bill was getting ready to go outside to wait for Leigh by the stage door. Laverne Andrews saw him,

"Come on backstage, Bill. There's no need for you to go outside." Guarnere thanked her,

"You and your sisters were somethin' else tonight. I really enjoyed the show." Andrews thanked him,

"Your fiancee was phenomenal, Bill." Guarnere grinned and replied as he walked up the steps leading to the stage,

"Excuse my language, Miss Andrews, my baby done one hell of an amazin' job!" Once he was on the stage, Laverne showed him where Spencer's dressing room was located.

Bill thanked her. He noticed that the door was open. Guarnere walked into the room, embracing and kissing Leigh.

"Honey, you done the best singin' I've ever heard ya do! I'm so goddamned proud of ya!"

"Thanks, Bill." Guarnere heard approaching footsteps and turned around. Maxine Andrews told a man with a large camera,

"She's in here." Andrews told Guarnere and Leigh,

"This gentleman is from the Paris newspaper. He doesn't speak English and he wants a picture of you and Leigh." Spencer asked,

"Maxine, would you and your sisters have a picture taken with us since a photographer is here? This would be a lovely memento of the concert."

"Let me get Patty and Laverne, they're next door. It would be a great way for us to commemorate the performance by the best USO singer we had as our guest."

True to her word, Maxine brought her sisters into Leigh's dressing room. Guarnere and Spencer sat next to each other in chairs while the famous trio stood behind them.

They thanked the sisters for posing with them. Next, Bill and Leigh agreed to pose for a picture that would appear in the Paris newspaper. Spencer spoke to the photographer in his native language. The man said something that made her smile. She told Guarnere,

"He said that the newspaper wants a picture of the brilliant singer and her fiance." Leigh wrote down their names for the reporter and asked for a copy of both pictures. The Andrews Sisters also wanted a copy of the picture in which they posed. The reporter promised to send the photographs right away. Before leaving the dressing room, Maxine told Leigh,

"You really are the best USO singer we've had performing with us. You've got it, Kid!" Spencer thanked her,

"I didn't expect the standing ovation or any attention from the media." Andrews grinned,

"You earned it, Leigh. Whenever you and Bill are ready to go, the driver is waiting."

"Thanks so much for the star treatment."

"We're glad you and Bill enjoyed it." She left the dressing room. Spencer went over to stand behind a large screen.

"Honey, I just need to change my clothes and we can go. Thanks for the beautiful roses." Leigh removed her uniform, placing it in a garment bag that she had brought the day before the show. Then she put on her long sleeved red dress, carefully pinning her corsage on it.

She took the garment bag and walked around the screen.

""It was my pleasure, Baby." Bill helped Leigh into her coat, adding, "Honey, I think ya just became a singin' star tonight."

"I think my sweet fiance is getting ahead of himself a little bit. Honey, the show hasn't been on the radio in the States. It would be an honor to be recognized, but I've already made a decision about a singing career." Guarnere pulled up a chair for her and he found another for himself.

"Sweetheart, will ya please sit down? We need to talk about this. You know I ain't got a problem wit' ya singin'. Baby, even Maxine Andrews said you got talent. She's an authority on knowin' if a singer is good or bad. I think, honest to God, that you could be a famous singer." Leigh took Bill's hand,

"Yes, this would be my dream come true. It's what I've wanted for a long time, but I have another dream, too. How could I be a devoted wife if I'm performing all over the country? My dream of becoming your wife is well on its way to becoming true.

Bill, I dream of having a family with you. Anything else is secondary. I want to be the mother of your children. There's no way I could properly care for and raise children if I'm rarely home.

There's another point to be made. Maybe what I'm thinking would never take place, but you might reasonably resent me for being gone so much. You might even decide to marry another woman who would be content to be at home.

I will not allow someone else to step in and take the love of my life, our happy home and our babies." Guarnere realized that Leigh had been giving the matter a great deal of thought.

"Baby, you can't throw away the opportunity of a lifetime if it comes to ya. You know how much I love you. I ain't about to take up wit' some South Philly broad an' give up my angel. As far as family goes, we can work somethin' out. You could be passin' up the life of sell out audiences, concerts an' doin' what ya love." Leigh reached up to tenderly cup Bill's face in her hands,

"It wouldn't be much of a life without you. I appreciate what you've told me, it's good, solid advice, but my mind is made up. Honey, I want to be a wife and mother. That's what matters most to me.

Maybe I could get a job singing on the radio. New York City would be accessible by train and radio shows are five days a week. Please don't be angry with me." Guarnere gave her a passionate kiss. He broke the kiss a few moments later,

"Sweet Baby, I'm behind you one hundred percent, whatever ya decide. I love you, Leigh."

"I love you, too, Honey."

"How about we go back to the suite, maybe order somethin' to eat an' a few drinks? After that, I want to make love wit' the love o' my life." Bill gave her another passionate kiss and they left the dressing room, hand in hand as they walked to the limousine parked at the stage door exit.

They returned to the hotel suite and ordered supper with a nice bottle of wine. After listening to the radio, Guarnere and Leigh made love and snuggled together until they went to sleep.

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[deke-rivers-1957]

Jacklin The Seeker

I wake up early so I can get ready for Gryffindor's first Quidditch game. Even though I won't be officially playing, I still think it's appropriate to follow the same routine as the rest of the team.

"Good morning, Tiger. Are you ready for breakfast?"

Tiger meows from inside of his cage.

"In that case, I'll let you out of your cage for a while."

I unlock Tiger's cage and start to prepare his food. Tiger starts to stretch out and walk around on my bed.

"I have your food ready now, Tiger."

He gets off the bed and starts eating as I start getting dressed in my robes.

"Now you behave while I'm gone, Tiger."

He meows quietly as he eats his food in peace. I leave my dorm room and make my way to the boys' dorm room to see if Toby's awake yet.

"Zzzzz."

I see Toby sprawled out on his bed, lips parted as he sleeps. I realize that to entertain myself until breakfast, I should study my Quidditch book. While I'm more than familiar with the rules, it never hurts to go over special techniques and plays far above my skillset. It helps me learn how to train and prepare should the need arise.

"The Wronksi Feint: A Seeker from high above dives down, sharply, as if to collect the Snitch, causing the opposing Seeker to chase after him, only to pull up at the last second, causing the opposing Seeker to crash into the ground below."

I shake my head knowing I never want to intentionally hurt another player. A play like that is shameful and should be banned. If you see the Snitch, you follow it. You shouldn't have to resort to injuring another player as a means of getting an advantage.

"Ngh ah. Mornin, Jacklin. Yer up early."

I look up and see Toby coming out from his dorm room yawning. He sits down next to me while he rubs his eyes.

"Good morning, Toby. Our first Quidditch game is today and I don't want to be caught off guard."

"Ok. How important is it tha' yer team wins?"

"I can definitely say it isn't a life and death situation. The team with the most number of points by the end of the season, wins the Quidditch Cup. The winner of each match gets 50 points for the House Cup."

"Ohhh. Makes sense."

We walk down with the rest of Gryffindor to the Great Hall for breakfast. As we eat I hear the sound of Arthur flying in with a small package.

"Oh. Thank you, Arthur."

He flies away and I look at the label.

"Who's it from, Jacklin?"

"It's from my father. I was wondering why he didn't send me anything for my birthday."

"Open it. Open it."

I open the package and there's a letter attached to the small box.

"He specifically waited until my present was finished before sending it. It was custom made while he was in Paris and is supposed to wish me luck for my first Quidditch match."

"Wow. Wha'd he get ya?"

I open the small box and Toby's eyes widen.

"Whoa! Ya got a bird bow."

"I think it's also meant to be similar to the Golden Snitch. The wings are golden even though the hair clip is green."

"Do ya know bout humminbirds?"

I think for a tick to make sure I know what Toby is asking.

"No we don't have hummingbirds in this part of the world. Are they small?"

"Yeah they're real small. Ah thought yer daddy sent ya one cause a how it looked."

"Oh. Well it definitely looks lovely. I'll put it on after breakfast and send my father a thank you letter."

"Ok."

We go back to eating breakfast until it's time for our free period.

Time Skip (Toby's POV)

We have lunch an Ah'm gettin excited bout mah first game a Quidditch. Ah still dunno the names a all the balls they use but Ah wanna cheer fer Gryffindor.

"Ah jus can't stop starin at yer bird bow, Jacklin."

"Is that so? Why do you think that is?"

"Cause Ah know it ain't a real bird but it jus looks so much like one."

Ah see 'er smile an Ah hope it ain't cause she thinks Ah'm a dummy.

"Yes the wings definitely make it stand out. I have no idea if this was my father's design or the one who made this clip. I'll definitely be sure to ask him when I send my letter with Arthur tomorrow."

"Makes me wonder though why ya don't use it ta tie all yer long hair up cause yer gonna be flyin round a lot."

"Well. It's because my mother likes to stick to the Veela tradition of keeping our hair long and untied. Veela hair is so valuable in Bulgarian culture, that we can't even cut our hair unless it becomes a hazard. It's only when we become fully grown that Veela women can design their hair anyway they want. Veela men are very rare so they don't have to follow that same rule."

Ah take a sec ta think bout all that.

"Well at least ya ain't gettin yer hair caught in doors cause Ah'm sure yer ma'd be upset ya didn't tell 'er bout it bein a problem."

"She did say in my birthday letter that she will see if it needs to be cut during the Christmas holidays."

"Ok."

Time Skip

"I'll be sitting with Professor McGonagall, Toby. She wants me to be ready in case our regular Seeker gets injured."

Ah look over at Jacklin an' Ah smile.

"Yeah, okay, Ah'll be watchin' ya from tha stands."

"I think you'll get a better view watching the game since I'm not playing yet."

"Really? But, if somethin' happens ta tha Seeker can ya go in, then?"

"That's right."

"Ok 'cause Ah really wanna support ya."

"I know you do, Toby. Maybe you can make a banner for the team."

Ah figure Jacklin deserves somethin' special for bein' real patient wit’ me, so Ah start tryin’ ta think of anythin' Ah can do fer her, but Ah dunno nothin' bout banner-makin' an’ Ah ain’t got no ideas.

"I know it's a little late to get it ready for this game but I think wearing your House scarf would be enough. I'm sure some of the older students already have things prepared."

"Ah guess wearin' tha House scarf could be enough, but Ah know, if Ah woulda been real smart, Ah coulda figured somethin' else out."

Ah look down at mah feet an' try real hard ta stop feelin’ so disappointed in mahself for not bein' good ta Jacklin.

"You don't need to feel bad about it, Toby. I didn't think of it myself until today."

Ah look up an' nod mah head.

"Yeah, yer right."

"At least we can sit together when Gryffindor isn't playing. Our next match isn't until March."

Ah smile wider. It ain’t really wha' Ah was lookin’ fer, but Ah’m just tryin’ ta feel better.

"Now let's walk down to Madam Hooch's office. I have to pick up my broomstick."

"Broomstick?"

"Oh yes I forget to tell you. Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch gave me special permission to use one of the training brooms."

We finish walkin down ta get 'er broom.

"So when ya say trainin broom ya mean tha brooms we use in Flyin classes?"

"Yes of course. It isn't a fancy model since it's only meant to be used to teach, but it still serves well in a pinch."

Ah look at tha broomstick real close.

"Well, that don’t look like no regular broomstick ta me."

Ah hope tha sounds alright ta Jacklin. Ah just want her to know she got a real nice broomstick, ‘cause Ah think she would be embarrassed to be flyin’ somethin' lame.

"At least next next year we'll be able to get something different. What type of broom would you want to get, Toby?"

Ah think real hard ta try an' come off as someone who got tha confidence an' knows tha answers to all a the questions. But Ah don’t think it’s workin’.

"Ah dunno, ‘cause Ah’ve only ever been on tha one broom we use fer Flyin."

"Oh yes that's right, you don't handle it well. You would want a broom that’s safe and reliable."

"Yeah."

"I think you should get the Bluebottle. It's a family model so you and your Pop can safely fly together on the same broom."

Ah look at Jacklin an' Ah can feel tha relief floodin' through mah veins.

"Yeah, tha seems like a good choice ta me."

"Now for me, I would want something that's fast yet controllable. Probably the latest Cleansweep or Comet series. The Nimbus series is just too fast to control."

"Ah guess tha makes sense."

We make it outside ta the stands an Ah feel real cold. It's like Ah'm takin our midnight Astronomy classes durin the day. Ah see a bunch a grown ups who ain't teachers.

"Jacklin who're all 'em people in the stands."

"Oh those are members of powerful wizard families and donors to St. Mungo's Hospital. Headmaster Dumbledore personally invites them to attend the first Quidditch game of the season."

Ah look round the stands.

"Yer dad here? He oughta be if he's one a the wizard kings."

"No he only attends international events held at the school. My father is way too busy doing ambassador work across Europe to attend Quidditch matches."

"How's that work?"

"My father has been meeting with wizards from other countries ever since the darkest wizard in recent British history, Voldemort was defeated. Voldemort's plan was to eliminate all human born wizards in existence. He would've started in the UK, then France, then slowly all of Europe."

"Whoa."

This sure is a lot ta take in. Ah ain't realized this' real serious.

"When he goes on his trips, he builds and maintains alliances. That way if any country ever had a sudden uprising, they could call on allies to help."

"Ok."

Ah see McGonagall come up ta us.

"Come with me, Miss Gryffindor."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall. Well Toby, I'll see you after the game."

Ah watch Jacklin walk over ta where she's gonna sit wit' Professor McGonigal.

"Yeah. Yeah, Ah'll see ya after tha game."

Ah turn round ta walk back toward tha Gryffindor section an' Ah remember tha banner Ah was gonna make. One a the bigger kids nudges me.

"Wouldja like to hold our flag? I gotta help me mates hold our banner."

"Ok. Ah reckon it’s jus holdin’ it up, right?"

"Yeah mate, ya just hold it and wave it 'round for Gryffindor."

Ah take tha flag an Ah hold it up an’ try ta wave it 'round like tha last flag holder Ah saw.

"Am Ah doin good?"

"Yeah yer doing great."

There's a loud whistle noise.

"Captains prepare to recieve the Quaffle on my whistle. 3. 2. 1. GO!"

Madam Hooch tosses the soccer ball in the air an both Quidditch captains start goin fer it.

"And the game is underway! Slytherin just barely gets possession of the Quaffle!"

Ah hear the announcer's voice an can feel all tha Gryffindor fans stare at me. Ah try ta stay calm an’ not screw up tha flag holdin’ job.

"Captain Marcus Flint makes his move up the pitch! He's aiming to score with the Quaffle!"

Ah watch the Slytherin player fly real close an throw the ball. Jacklin's captain flies in front a the hoop.

"Captain Oliver Wood knocks the Quaffle away! No points for Slytherin as Chaser Alicia Spinnet gains possession for Gryffindor!"

Ah hold the flag up an’ wave it ‘round like tha last flag holder Ah saw.

"Alicia Spinnet passes the Quaffle to Angelina Johnson! Angelina Johnson swerves past a Bludger and throws it in the hoop past Miles Bletchley! Gryffindor scores!"

Everybody in Gryffindor's cheerin fer Angelina scorin first.

"Gryffindor's Seeker, Sean Lee spots the Snitch with Terence Higgs following right behind him! A bludger comes flying towards Lee and he dodges it successfully."

Ah keep holdin' up tha flag an' wavin' it 'round.

"Sean Lee makes an attempt to grab the Snitch but is blocked by Captain Marcus Flint! That's going to be a foul on Slytherin!"

All a Gryffindor cheers while all a Slytherin boos. Suddenly Ah start ta see a vision a Jacklin strugglin ta hold onta 'er broom.

"Jacklin?"

Ah look round an let out a sigh of relief when Ah see 'er still sittin wit McGonagall. Ah look back to tha game an' Ah wave tha flag again. Ah wish Ah hadn’t had tha vision, but Ah gotta focus on mah flag wavin.

"Gryffindor's Alicia Spinnet lines up for the penalty throw! She takes aim and the Quaffle goes right into the hoop!"

Gryffindor cheers an Ah'm lookin real closely at the weird soccer ball. Somehow it kinda teleports back ta the Slytherin side cause it's their turn ta have it.

"Gryffindor's up 20-0 as Sean Lee's still following the Snitch! But wait a Bludger crashes right into his broomstick! It shatters from the impact and Lee's falling to the ground!"

Ah watch Ah’ve watched the black ball hit tha broomstick an’ tha boy crash ta tha ground. Ah really don’t want anythin’ bad ta happen ta Jacklin, so Ah gotta figure this out real fast. Ah turn an see Jacklin gettin on 'er. Ah'm real nervous.

"With Sean Lee out of the game, it's up to Jacklin Gryffindor to take his place! Boy is she a cutie!"

Ah hear Jacklin’s name gettin' announced. Ah look at tha flag Ah’m still holdin’. Ah’m still so confused bout how Ah can help 'er. Ah feel like Ah gotta get out there an' do somethin’ ta protect Jacklin.

"Jacklin Gryffindor immediately takes her position high in the air looking for the Snitch! There's a Bludger coming her way as she's flying!"

Ah look over at tha pitch an’ Ah see Jacklin flyin’ in tha middle. Suddenly Ah get tha bad feelin’ again as Ah watch it headin’ right fer Jacklin’s broom!

"Unbelievable! Jacklin flips over her broom and dodges the Bludger like she's been playing Quidditch for years! What a talent!"

Ah see Jacklin flips tha broom over an’ dodge it. Ah watch as Jacklin flips tha broom back ta tha right side an’ continues 'er search.

"What's this?! Jacklin Gryffindor's losing control of her broom! Slytherin is taking advantage of Gryffindor's concern and is racking up points! It's now 60-20 Slytherin!"

Ah watch as Jacklin struggles ta stay on tha broomstick as it bucks ‘round. Slytherin's all cheerin an Ah dunno if it's cause they're winnin or cause they wanna see 'er fall. Ah know Ah gotta do somethin’ even if Ah don’t know what it is, Ah gotta try somethin’.

"Here take this!"

Ah give tha flag to tha student next ta me an’ Ah run over ta Professor McGonagall's seat. Ah reach over tha railing of her seat an’ Ah grab her arm.

"Mr. Kwimper what on earth is going on?"

Ah take a minute ta think, Ah try hard ta say tha right thing that will make her take me seriously. Ah flap mah hand a bit ta help me think when Ah got it.

"Professor McGonagall, someone's jinxin Jacklin's broom while she's tryin’ ta catch tha Snitch! We have ta help 'er!

Ah don’t know if tha’s tha right thing ta say, but Ah feel tha urgency. Ah hope she understands how important it is.

"What exactly do you expect me to do?"

"Jus look at 'er! She's barely hangin onta 'er broom!"

Ah look over at Jacklin an' see her holdin’ on fer dear life.

"It's a rogue Bludger! Watch out in the stands people!"

Ah hear the announcer as Ah dive ta the floor. Ah kinda crash inta tha professors an’ Ah look over at Jacklin. Somehow the broom stops movin weird.

"Amazing! Jacklin Gryffindor manages to gain control of her broom again! You can all rest easy boys!"

Ah help McGonagall stand back up cause Ah feel bad bout knockin 'er over.

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Kwimper. This is a situation that must be investigated. At the very least it is most peculiar to see a bucking broom suddenly stop as soon as the Bludger flew into the stands. I can assure you that it will be taken care of so for now please go back to your seat."

"Yes ma'am."

Ah go on back ta mah seat. Ah hope tha professor knows Ah didn't mean no harm by it. Ah sit next ta tha other student who Ah gave tha flag to an' Ah watch tha game play out without any further incident.

"After what could have been a disaster, Jacklin Gryffindor shakes it off! She sees the Snitch again and gives chase!"

All a Gryffindor's cheerin ta see 'er get back on 'er broom. Ah take a breath cause Ah'm feelin better now.

"Despite only having a training broom she’s dodging Bludgers left and right! But wait here comes the Slytherin’s Seeker, Terence Higgs! Both Seekers spot the Snitch as it makes a nose dive to the ground!"

Ah wonder what's gonna happen, but Ah’m on tha edge a mah seat.

"The Snitch is getting dangerously close to the ground but neither Seeker’s letting up! We have a game of chicken in this match!"

Ah hear tha danger an Ah'm not sure what he means by 'game a chicken', but Ah know it's dangerous fer Jacklin.

"Only 5 meters left before someone’s hitting the ground! This Snitch is baiting someone to crash! But wait, Terrence Higgs pulls up leaving Jacklin Gryffindor alone! She needs to make a move fast!"

Ah’m holdin’ mah breath. Ah don't wanna see Jacklin crash.

"She’s still making a grab for it! She flips upside down to grab it and oh no she hits the ground!"

Ah feel mah heart start beatin' a million miles a minute as Ah watch Jacklin hit tha ground. Ah feel tha worry flood mah body an' Ah hold mah breath.

"She’s sitting up but what’s this?! Is that?! Unbelievable! Jacklin Gryffindor has the Snitch!"

The tension jus flies right outta mah body an' Ah start cheerin' along wit tha rest of tha crowd. Ah feel tha joy flood mah system an Ah feel like huggin' someone ta get rid a tha excitement rushin' through my body.

"Gryffindor wins! 170 to 60!"

Ah watch tha crowd cheer for Jacklin an' tha Gryffindor team. Ah know Ah only played a small part a winnin’. Ah hope Ah did tha right thin’.

Tag list: @arrolyn1114, @aliengoth3, @vintagepresley, @comebackep, @thetaoofzoe, @presleysgirl6, @bigdaddyelvislover, and @mercsandmonsters.

#toby kwimper #toby and the veela #ecu fanfiction

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

Deanna catches up with Reece, Kelly has a horrible time, improbably all four York kids feature (when I invited 0 over) and Calista gets more than one good change. Finally Deanna and Paris have a much needed discussion.

Harvey: Reece? Fancy meeting you here

Reece: I'm visiting one of my best friends, what about you dad

Harvey: Visiting one of my best friends as well, we're twinning

Reece: *rolls eyes*

So while Deanna and Reece head to the patio to practice some soccer passes, Harvey and Aaron play some chess.

Deanna: Ouch! That was my face

Reece: It was hilarious

Deanna: You should be better with balls

Reece: I'll have you know I've received good feedback on my ball technique

Harvey: Reece!

Reece: I mean....

Deanna: *laughs*

Aaron: If you're talking woohoo, do it elsewhere, I'm focusing

Deanna: Sure pa. Lets go cloudgaze

Reece: There's not even clouds

Deanna: Imagine

Reece: You know who was imagining, Paris

Deanna: What

Reece: We were talking about taking the moving in plunge and she needed to think through things

Deanna: Should I be worried

Reece: I don't know De. She did seem to have a mini identity crisis

Reece: Who am I outside of my relationship kind of thing

Deanna: That's not great

Reece: I think she's just scared. She wants a happily ever after you know

Deanna: Does she worry I don't love her

Reece: More like, she's scared of being hurt down the line if she gets everything she wants so young. If it seems to good to be true, is it, kind of worries

Kelly had one very bad day. From waking up with a loose tooth, to having a bully assuming a bib was his, he is not in the mood to head home and be forced to do homework. He and his crew head to Atlas' house to have snacks and shenanigans. By which I mean one of them tosses paint everywhere.

When Kelly gets home it's movie time so he parks himself in front of Deanna, she is not pleased. The movie just makes him madder. He finds it lame, boring and juvenile. He stalks off to his room and grabs his journal ready to scribble some obscenities.

Dear diary, I should have ripped that bully limb from limb, extra slowly. He's lucky he was taller than me or I would have let him have it. And why do we have to get loose teeth anyway. It's stupid. If I find out who did it then they'll be on my future torments list. It's a pretty long list.

Calista is busy cooking when an ecstatic Aaron finds her.

Aaron: Guess who just maxed their research and debate skill

Calista: Some tall handsome dude with an excellent array of stubble

Aaron: Guilty

Calista: Well done Aaron, seriously that's big

Aaron: I couldn't have done it without you

Calista: What do you mean

Aaron: You put your career on hold for me, and it means more than I can say that you took the reins with our kids for so long. I love you so much amore

Calista: To celebrate Mr York, may I have this dance?

Aaron: I thought you'd never ask

The two dance outside to the faint prom music

Aaron: What filled your day

Calista: I reached level 9 knitting and cooking

Aaron: I'm impressed

Calista: And being 54 the watcher made me infertile

Aaron: We didn't exactly want more kids I guess

Calista: So we can woohoo without consequence now

Aaron: What are we doing down here then? Race ya

It is really not Kelly's week. He still has that sore tooth. Beyond that he had an awful nightmare about melting away to nothing. Stupid wizard of oz affecting his sleep. He spends some time with bunbun before school to try relax a bit. It doesn't work very much.

Joey: What did you want to see me about

Calista: I made you a sweater

Joey: Another one? So quickly

Calista: This one has a scarf attached. I didn't want to give it to your pa and get the sweater curse

Joey: Just making it gets it in CAS anyway

Calista: Oh and I've been promoted, I'm a captain now

Captain Calista heads to work and Joey goes to see Deanna

Joey: Yo De, how's it

Deanna: Oh you know, casual fear of death from repeated electrocutions

Joey: Damn, stop living on the edge bro

Deanna: Hey since you're here, can I have cake help again

Joey: Why not, I'm footloose and fancy free

Joey: I noticed you're not see through anymore

Deanna: I did try get a tan. It would be easier if the watcher could just darken my skin

Joey: I know that's not whitewashing but it still feels shady

Deanna: So I should just stay tanned forever

Joey: Maybe. Oh, it's ready! Remember, add candles

Joey: Now just go slow

Deanna: Have you built a robot before

Joey: Well no

Deanna: Then be quiet genius, you don't know everything

Joey: I know you probably shouldn't-

*ZAPS*

Joey: do that...

Deanna: Youch! Maybe I should stop for today

Joey: And maybe you should listen to your family genius

I'm thinking I should invite Devin over when she rings the doorbell, I love her.

Deanna: Hey

Devin: Is that... a smoke cloud

Deanna: Not the fashion in Del Sol Valley I take it

Devin: Not even close

The two hug and do their secret handshake before Deanna heads for a jog to clear her mind.

Devin: Hi Kelly how are-

Kelly: Why are you here

Devin: Visiting my family duh

Kelly: I think you want to rub my nose in your superiority. Well guess what, I'm the better child

Devin: No you're not

Kelly: Am to

Devin: I literally am on TV, Joey is genius, Deanna is valedictorian

Kelly: You all suck pixels!

Aaron: KELLY

Kelly: What

Aaron: Stop being mean to everyone! Time out mister

Kelly pouts while Devin basks in her true superiority

Kelly: But she's a-

Aaron: Do you want to be grounded because I can do that

Kelly: This is so unfair. I'm clearly the better one

Aaron: Time out, NOW

Kelly may sit down for time out but he's angry about it. Stupid siblings. Stupid parents. Stupid watcher. All he was doing was saying that he was the better child, the truth shouldn't upset the peasants.

After school Deanna and Paris have the chance to meet up and discuss the future some more.

Deanna: How was school

Paris: So keen for it to be done. Without you lot there's just boring sims

Deanna: So tomorrow's your age up birthday. Could we talk more about you maybe moving in with me

Deanna: I realised when I offered it probably didn't sound as romantic as it could have been

Paris: It kind of sounded like you felt obligated to let me move in to be honest

Deanna: Oh baby no. That was not what I meant at all, I'm sorry if you've been thinking that. I don't feel obligated, I love you is all

Deanna: I just didn't want you to worry about your future and it came out wrong

Paris: Like when I tried to put this shirt in the dryer and it shrunk

Deanna: It just makes you boobs look gorgeous

Paris: So... you do want a future with me?

Deanna: Of course I do! I love you. I know we're a bit young...

Deanna: But that just means we'll get more time together right

Paris: I worry I'm being naive

Deanna: You are beautiful and kind and frequently adorable

Paris: Can we really have happily ever after though

Deanna: We can try. In the end, everyone is trying for the best no matter where they are

Deanna: So Paris Pearl, will you do me the honour of moving in with me

Paris: I may have a condition

Deanna: What is it

Paris: Don't get really skinny on me, I love your love handles

Paris manages to hold a straight face for a few seconds before bursting in to a fit of giggles.

Deanna: *laughs* I like fitness but I can try keep curves

Paris: Then it's a deal. I'll move in babe

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#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStoryime #YorkHousehold #ReeceFoster #HarveyFoster #DeannaYork #AaronYork #KellyYork #CalistaYork #JoeyYork #ParisPearl #R0801 #DevinVillareal

[soulmate-game]

Harley's Plea for Help ch. 6

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6-- you are here

Yet another night of barely any sleep, but this time Marinette didn’t have the coffee-angel Red Robin at her rescue. No, instead she had to go completely uncaffeinated until she and her class got to Wayne Enterprises. Madame Mendelieve could only sigh as she watched Marinette scamper off to the café as soon as they made it past the initial security of the building. A couple of her classmates chuckled or snorted at her familiar behavior.

It was the same barista at the register as before, but this time Marinette felt too tired to properly order or be adventurous in looking for new flavors.

“I feel like death. I don’t care if it tastes like pure bean oil today. Flavors will take away from the amount of coffee you can shove in one cup, right?”

The poor barista blinked, eyeing the deep bags forming under the poor girl’s eyes. She sighed. “I had hope yesterday that you were just a normal caffeine addict. Now I see we actually have a second Mister Drake,” she said it as if she was mourning at Marinette’s grave before poking a few buttons on her touchscreen order station and turning her head. “One Insomniac CEO, but not for the boss!” She called out. The barista making the drinks paused for a second with wide eyes.

“We have another one?!” He asked, shocked. “Piece of advice?” He turned to Marinette. “Get some sleep.”

“Sleep is for the dead,” Marinette deadpanned back. “I got stuff I need to do today.”

The guy just shook his head and sighed, making the drink as Marinette paid and left a good tip. The drink came out fairly quickly, and everyone behind the counter stopped for a moment to stare as she gulped down the hot drink with no concern for her tongue or throat. A satisfied sound left her as she finally pulled away from the cup.

“This is really good!” She complimented, turning to the Baristas with a still-tired smile. It would take a minute or two for the coffee to have full effect, but she already felt better. “A little too bitter for my usual tastes, but perfect for days like today. Thanks!” She waved at them before turning around and seeing that her class was already gone again. Before she could fully process that though, a hand slapped down onto her head and ruffled her hair.

Surprised (really, not a lot of people could sneak up on her anymore. Just how tired was she?) she let out a high pitched squeal.

“You’re a good kid,” the soft, slightly scratchy voice that said that made Marinette’s shoulders drop and eyes widen. Tilting her head back she was greeted with the widely-grinning face of Jason Todd. He was once again in the uniform of a security guard.

“Wha— Uh,” Marinette couldn’t quite find the right words right away. She was too stunned. Jason just chuckled, jerking his head to indicate the same door her class had gone through the day before and leading the way over there. Marinette scrambled to catch up.

Once they were far away enough from prying eyes and ears, Marinette cleared her throat.

“Um,” she started. “Did… I mean, do you..?”

“Yeah, our mutual friends had a chat with me last night,” he confirmed casually. He sent her a meaningful look even though his grin never left his face. “Like I said; you’re a good kid. And I’m not goin’ anywhere. You’re not responsible for the things your parents have done, you know.”

The girl at his side hummed noncommittally, not fully convinced but also not wanting to argue.

“You’re not,” he repeated firmly, stopping in the middle of the side-hallway. They could see her class at the other end getting checked in, but didn’t make a move to join them yet. “I mean it. The stuff that happened to me, none of that was you. Hell, you were a little kid back then. And there’s nothing you could have done to stop it, either. I’m not gonna hold anything against you just because you’re his child. You didn’t ask to be,” he shrugged. “Besides, I get it. Biological relation doesn’t equal family. Trust me,” his grin was gone and a tired one replaced it. “I know that better than most people.”

The pigtailed girl could only gulp, taking a deep breath as she forced down the tears that wanted to bubble up. She had had this conversation with Adrien a few times, but even then she had been convinced that he just didn’t understand. He was just being nice. But this— Jason’s words were more valuable than gold to her. He had no reason to be nice, so it had to be at least partially sincere.

“Thanks,” she whispered once she was positive she wasn’t going to break. She lifted her cup up and took a long sip of her coffee. The slight burn against her tongue helped ground her. “That means more than you know.”

Jason chuckled. “Nah. The fact that you stood up for me to the Bat,” his grin returned to his face full blast, making dimples appear on his cheeks. “Now that, you have no idea how much that means to me. You must have some serious guts to lecture that guy, too. Is it too late to adopt you for myself?”

That tore a quick laugh out of her, making her classmate’s head whip over to the opposite end of the hallway where she and Jason were. She quickly quieted herself, but her eyes danced with amusement as she looked up at Jason. “You’re too young to be my parent anyway, but I wouldn’t say no to a brother,” she joked. Jason’s eyes sparkled.

“Good, exactly what I was aiming for!” He slipped a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. “That’s my number. Call me if you ever need anything, got it?” He turned to resume leading her back to her class and she quickly slipped the paper into her pocket before anyone saw and got the wrong idea. “And I mean anything.”

Marinette just smiled and nodded. By then, they were close enough for Alya to smirk and ask; “What took ya so long, girl?”

“Oh,” Marinette shuffled a little on her feet before an observation gave her a last minute idea and she straightened up with a wide smile. “We just got distracted talking about motorcycles!”

Jason’s eyebrows raised for a quick second before he settled his expression again and played along. He had figured that not many people knew about her biological family. That part made sense. But she had been a total mess just the day before when she had tried to lie about Paris’ little villain problem in front of Bruce. How was she able to actually come up with a good lie this time around, when she had been just as much put on the spot? He wondered to himself about what was different about this situation to allow her to lie more easily. Maybe Bruce not being there was part of it— she seemed easily flustered by famous people.

Think of the devil, because no sooner had that thought finished developing in Jason’s mind before Bruce Wayne walked into the hallway with a paparazzi-ready smile. Jason rolled his eyes and sunk to the back of the group silently, sinking back into his job and keeping an eye on their surroundings. He listened as Alya laughed softly and elbowed Marinette even as the group turned their attention to Bruce.

“You and your bikes,” Alya teased. “If someone knew enough about motorcycles, I bet you’d marry them on the spot.”

“Nah,” Marinette whispered back. “If they gave me a really nice one though? That’s marriage potential for sure.”

The two girls laughed for a second before focusing back on the tour. Adrien wasted no time making his way to Marinette’s side, silent questions in his eyes. Jason watched with interest as the two seemed to silently communicate with one another. It was obvious that Adrien was calling her lie, and Marinette was essentially silently telling him that she would explain later. It was so seamless and subtle that if Jason hadn’t been extremely familiar with that kind of communication already, he wouldn’t have noticed it. Once again his eyebrows rose a tick on his forehead, and he made a mental note of the interaction. That kind of silent conversation wasn’t an easy thing to do with people. It was most commonly seen in married or otherwise long-term couples, childhood friends, family, or hero partners. The childhood friends and family sections were already ruled out from their background check on her and Harley herself had mentioned that even though Marinette had once crushed on Adrien, she had unofficially adopted the boy as her brother since then. Though, their time as close friends was only documented as having lasted about a year. That wasn’t quite enough time for that sort of effortless silent communication to be possible.

Of course, Jason had his suspicions already. But there was no rush, either. The Clown was on the move and more important to focus on for now. He could focus on the puzzle that was Marinette and Adrien later.

Bruce took over the tour as he had the day before, and the class was instantly riveted once again. If the fact that they were being led through the building by the very man who owned it wasn’t awesome enough to get everyone’s full attention, the man’s personality was. He came off a little carefree and very kind, but there was an obvious undercurrent of just how much he loved his company that showed that he did take it and his job seriously. Just, not too seriously either. And he interjected everywhere he could with personal stories and anecdotes and little bits of his family history that the normal tour guides might not have known. It was not long after he announced that he was going to take them to a lower lab set aside specifically for their class’ tour, so that they could do their first interactive activity, that jason found the opportunity to sidle up next to Marinette on the opposite side from where Adrien walked alongside her.

“So,” he said casually. “How’d you know I ride a motorcycle?” he smirked to show he wasn’t upset as he looked down at her curiously. Marinette blinked, taking her attention away from Bruce to look over at Jason. Once his words registered, she smiled widely and pointed to one of his pockets. The corners of his bike gloves flopped over the edge.

“I noticed those. I figured you’d have a negative reaction that might give us away if my lie was too off the mark, and I do have a habit of saying stupid things if I don’t have a clue or something to play off of. I also had to make it believable for the class, and they all know that my Nonna has played a huge part in my love for motorcycles. I plan on getting a license to drive one when I turn sixteen later this year,” she told him softly. “I tend to gush whenever I see a cool bike, so I knew they wouldn’t question it.”

Jason huffed a little bit of laughter under his breath. It was like the trope of a character looking at random items in the room to come up with a fake name, but somehow it had actually worked for her. She was quick-witted and clever, he had to admit. And observant.

“I was running late, so I must have left them in my pocket when I was changing,” he admitted, unbothered. “Ah, here we are,” he nodded to return the two teen’s (he had noticed Adrien paying close attention as he and Marinette had their conversation) attention back to the tour. Bruce opened the door for the class with a flourish, gesturing for everyone to go in.

“Since these first few days are going to be tours and lessons about working in general, your first activity of your trip is to solve various problems we’ve given you based on real situations that WE employees have been in before. Split up into groups, and choose a table. Each table has a different problem covering a different industry. Reporting, Science— specifically research and development, business management, and entertainment…”

—*—*—*—*—*

“It’s straight,” Adrien assured her, trying to keep himself from laughing as Marinette straightened his tie for the millionth time. “I promise. And you look fantastic.”

Marinette stepped back, nodding at Adrien’s appearance in approval. “I know. We both look great, but…” she fidgeted and then stepped forward to go right back to over-straightening his tie. Adrien snorted, grabbing her hands before she could touch the poor thing again and lowering her arms to her sides.

“Calm down. Like you said, we both look great. You don’t have a single hair out of place, the outfits you made us look amazing, and my tie is at a perfect ninety degree angle to my collar. Take the model’s word for it,” he teased with a lopsided grin. “We look ready for the front cover of a magazine. So just take a deep breath, because we should get down to the lobby soon to wait for the ride he’s sending for us.”

“Right,” Marinette nodded. She followed his advice and took a deep breath. Once she was suitably calmed, she opened her eyes and nodded at him. Adrien smiled and held out his arm, making Marinette snort as she took hold of it gently and let him lead her to the elevator.

Bruce had not specified whether the dinner was going to be casual or formal, but with the fact that his kids were going to be present and it was at his own house, Marinette had a feeling it was going to be more of a casual thing than if they had went out to a fancy restaurant with a black tie dress code. At the same time, this was the Wayne manor they were talking about. She didn’t want to be underdressed, either. Not to mention that it was her design skills that had played a huge part in her winning the contest in the first place, so she felt like she had to show her work again to prove that they had chosen the right person.

A playful wolf whistle greeted the two of them when they got down to the lobby. Alya was, to no one’s surprise, the perpetrator. She stood in the lobby with Alix, Nino, and Max, who all had known about the dinner and agreed to be there to see the two of them off and put Marinette’s worries to rest. The four of them jogged over, Alix smiling and adding her own soft whistle of appreciation.

“You guys look great,” the short skater assured them, taking the time to skate slow circles around them to make sure that nothing was wrong with their outfits. “I think you’ve outdone yourself, Mari! Very cool.”

Alya nodded eagerly, bouncing in place with a wide, beaming smile on her face. “Ah! The both of you look ready to kick ass and woo rich people!” she added. Max pushed his glasses up on his nose with a small grin.

“There is a ninety-five percent chance of your work impressing all of the Waynes,” he said in his own version of encouragement.

“You guys got this!” Nino shot them a thumbs up. “They beat me to all the stuff I wanted to say.”

Marinette beamed, laughing along with her friends as she allowed herself to relax a little. Adrien’s outfit was of her own making, a subtle way for him to rebel since his father had sent him with his own Gabriel brand suit should an appropriate opportunity to wear it come up. Adrien had no plans of ever putting his father’s suit on his body. In an effort to spice up formal men’s wear a bit without making the whole thing white and silver like Gabriel wanted, Marinette had made him a classic silk shirt in black, with short sleeves that fell at that perfect halfway point between his elbow and shoulder. The sleeves had thick cuffs in a dark forest green, with decorative straight stitches on the seams in a bright magenta pink thread. On top of that was a corset-style sleeveless vest with a deep V. The majority of the vest was the same black as the shirt, but with dark green hand-stitched swirls that were just barely bright enough to be contrasted against the black. It created a very subtle pattern that would be hard to see in the wrong lighting, but would make it look that much more expensive and elaborate in the right lighting. The lapel of the vest was in the same dark forest green as the cuffs of his shirt, with a few decorative swirls embroidered on the very corners. The piping of the corset-vest made three curved lines on either side of his waist, curling from mid-rib cage to his waist. It gave him a slightly more feminine twist to his outfit, making his waist look smaller even though it wasn’t actually pulled very tight on him— it was mostly the illusion made by the piping rather than the actual tightness of the garment. The two outside piping lines were done in a magenta pink, while the middle piping line was once again in dark forest green. Unlike most corset-style vests, this one had no buttons or zipper on the front at all. Instead, it was closed only by corset lacing in the back, the laces done in such a dark shade of green that it was almost black, while the eyelets that the laces were threaded through were that same magenta pink as the piping and decorative stitches elsewhere on the outfit. The tie that Marinette had spent so long making sure was straight was almost entirely soft lace, but it was layered in such a way with layers of sheer green and pink lace that it looked like it was a constant swirl of the two colors. If someone got close enough to see the pattern of the lace tie, they would notice that it was a pattern of cats chasing a butterfly.

Underneath the artistic top of the outfit were black dress pants, once again with thick forest-green cuffs on the bottoms. But instead of the decorative stitching, the pant legs flared a bit at the ankles for just a little extra drama. Magenta-pink Oxfords peeked out of the wide cuffs. The green detailing made Adrien’s eyes pop, while the pink accents gave his boyish charm a little more of a feminine touch that almost seemed to highlight his naturally sensitive and charming nature.

In contrast, Marinette wore a sleeveless pink pantsuit. It was the same shade as the pink accents in Adrien’s outfit, and had a built-in corset as well that went only around her natural waist. The corset boning on Marinette was a solid black, while the rest was just the same base pink as the majority of the suit. The black of the boning seemed to flow downwards, changing from boning into thick hand-embroidery in thread of the exact same black. The embroidery flowed down the sides of both legs, in the shape of tree branches and apple blossoms. Pale green accents in the form of swirls at her high neckline and a pale green lace capelet that was the only thing covering her shoulders helped tie her outfit in with Adrien’s. She also wore pale green low kitten heels and her black hair up in a braided bun. With how her pant legs were form-hugging until they flared out slightly at the heel, and the lack of sleeves exposed her toned arms and shoulders and emphasized her strength there without making her look unbalanced or too masculine for the rest of the outfit’s style, she looked ready to rock the business world. Her bright blue eyes clashed with the green details of the outfit just enough to bring attention to them, assuring that people who met her eyes would not be able to easily look away.

The quick snap of a phone’s flash went off, drawing everyone’s attention to Madame Bustier. She was beaming at all of them, and had just taken a picture of her two students all dressed up. She waved her phone happily. “I’m sending this picture to the both of you. I’m so proud of you guys!” she gushed.

Marinette and Adrien both blushed deep red, shifting in their spots. They were confident in their looks, and Adrien was just as proud of his pseudo-sister, but neither of them was very good at handling so much positive attention aimed only at them. Especially not from their extremely sincere friends and teacher.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng?” An older gentleman with a British accent turned everyone’s attention to him. The first thing Marinette thought was that he had kind eyes. He also had soft wisps of white hair on his head, carefully trimmed and slicked back. Of course, Marinette and Adrien also couldn’t miss the high quality and perfect press of his carefully maintained suit. Once he had shown all the proper credentials to Madame Bustier, he introduced himself to the two well-dressed teens with a shallow bow. “I am Alfred Pennyworth, the butler for Wayne Manor. I am to escort the both of you there for supper tonight.”

“Oh! Thank you so much, Monsieur Pennyworth,” Marinette said, walking up and shaking his hand. Adrien was right by her side the whole time, matching her smile watt for watt and shaking Alfred’s hand with just as much enthusiasm.

“Yeah, thank you for having us over. I know it was technically Bruce who invited Marinette, but you’re probably the one that has to do all the work. So, thank you. We really appreciate it,” he told the man sincerely. Alfred’s answering smile was soft, almost fond.

“Yes, I admit I am in charge of most of the work for tonight. But you shouldn’t worry, it’s no different from any other day at the manor,” he said lightheartedly, a little bit of good natured snark shining through his otherwise proper behavior— “Every last one of the Waynes would die in less than a week without me to keep everything in order,” he joked. “Allow me to lead you to the car.”

Marinette and Adrien followed behind Alfred. She didn’t know if it was the calming aura he put off, or if it was the gentle way his eyes sparkled that made her want to look after him. But whatever it was, she found herself wanting to protect this kind old man already. Which is why her eyebrows slightly pinched together. Before climbing inside the luxurious town car he had brought for them, she couldn’t help but turn to Alfred and ask;

“I hope you aren’t overworked. I don’t want to overstep, Monsieur, but isn’t the Wayne family rather large for one person to look after on their own?”

Alfred laughed gently at that, his eyes once again softening. “Do not worry about me, Miss Dupain-Cheng. They are family to me. And though, yes, you are correct in assuming they are a handful, they are also wonderful people. They help me where they can, but taking care of themselves is not their forte. Being able to do that for them is my greatest joy.”

The wrinkles in Marinette’s brow smoothed out and she smiled. “That’s so sweet. You’re making me want to meet them all even more.”

Something about that twinkle in Alfred’s eye made her feel like he was laughing at some joke she didn’t hear. “I’m sure all of you will get along swimmingly.”

—*—*—*—*—*

“I FOUND HER FIRST!”

Alfred had barely opened the manor’s doors to let Marinette and Adrien inside before the chaos started. Or rather, before they were let in on it— it seemed as if the chaos had already been going on for a while.

Jason skidded across the floor in a mad dash, having to grasp the doorframe he was running out of so that he could turn the corner sharply and veer towards them.

“Tell them, Marinette! I found you first, you’re my sister now, don’t fall for any of their Jedi mind tricks!”

Marinette just blinked, a little caught off guard. It hadn’t exactly sunk into her head until right that moment that ‘Wayne Family dinner’ would include Jason. Her mind was still catching up to the fact that she was seeing him out of his security guard uniform for the first time. He wasn’t dressed up at all, in a well-loved brown leather jacket over a white shirt and dark wash jeans. He still had his motorcycle gloves on. Marinette looked down at first herself, then Adrien.

“Are we overdressed?” She asked with a grimace. Jason huffed.

“Of course not, you guys look amazing! But seriously, tell them that I claimed you as my sister first and none of them are half as cool as me.”

Marinette and Adrien traded glances before laughing together.

“If we’re being technical here,” Adrien drawled mischievously as he straightened out his vest. “I met Marinette first, and she adopted me as her brother long before we met any of you,” he pointed out with a sharp grin.

“Ha!” a younger man laughed pointedly, following after Jason. The newcomer was dressed more formally, in a dress shirt under a very luxurious looking burgundy designer sweater. Under that, he wore black perfectly-pressed slacks and nondescript oxfords. His collar showed signs of housing a tie earlier, but he had clearly taken it off sometime earlier. His hair hung slightly long, framing his face with two long locks while the back of his hair slightly stuck up in all directions in natural tufted curls. Like Jason, his hair was jet black and he had bright blue eyes. He was also about half Jason’s size, much shorter and leaner than his adoptive brother. “He’s got you there, idiot,” he snarked smugly at Jason before turning to the two guests. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, Mister Agreste. I’m Tim Drake-Wayne, it’s nice to finally meet both of you,” he introduced himself as he walked over to shake their hands. “And your outfits are amazing! Did you make them, Miss Dupain-Cheng?”

“Marinette,” she corrected with a lopsided grin. “My last name is a mouthful, and I prefer to just go by Marinette anyway. And yes, I made both of these outfits before we left Paris,” she admitted, trying her best to seem professional. She had already ruined her chances of that with Bruce and Jason, but this time she was prepared!

“They are just as impressive as the rest of your work that I’ve seen. And call me Tim, it’s only fair,” and then he smiled.

Damn his boyish grin. He wasn’t someone Marinette had a crush on— he wasn’t her type— but damn he was unfairly charismatic and charming. His smile temporarily short circuited her brain. That was exactly the kind of boyish smile that had started her crush on Adrien, and that she was unfairly weak for. Now she felt a deep-seated urge to protect this boy and his smile or so help her, someone would be sent to the ER if he was hurt and it wasn’t gonna be her. And she didn’t try to dissuade herself from that strong protective urge, her mother had already assured her that all the Waynes were trustworthy and that Tim in particular shared a lot of her bad habits. She could allow this little bit of vulnerability. Hopefully.

“... I’ve only known you for two minutes, but if anything happened to you I would kill everyone in this room and then myself,” she breathed. Adrien elbowed her hard, making her yelp.

“You said that out loud Mari,” he deadpanned. A deep flush immediately came over her face, and she covered her mouth with both hands.

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry— but you— just forget I said anything. Please!”

Tim was visibly shocked, his eyes wide and mouth agape. Jason snorted, overcoming his own brief moment of shock pretty easily.

“Careful there,” Jason chided good-heartedly. His gaze met Marinette’s with a slight weight in it though. “You barely know the guy. He’ll annoy you out of your mind soon enough.”

Marinette caught the hint, wincing and changing the subject. Jason could see that she had done exactly as her mother had warned— she had gotten attached to Tim almost immediately. And while he wanted to believe Marinette when she said that the same wouldn’t happen with Joker, that she was not going to repeat her mother’s mistakes…

He couldn’t help but worry. Joker was a slippery bastard, and good at getting past people’s defenses.

Tim eventually led them all to the dining room, where several people were already sat waiting for them.

“We decided it would be best if we didn’t all swarm you at the door,” Tim explained, grinning at her kindly. “Take a seat wherever you want, Alfred is probably going to be done with dinner soon.”

Marinette and Adrien both nodded, going to sit by each other’s side. Adrien put his hand on her knee when they sat down, and traded a meaningful look with her.

“Calm down,” he whispered. “We’re not in Paris. And if you slip, I’ll catch you. Promise.”

Marinette’s shoulders relaxed a little. Yeah, she could trust Adrien to make sure she didn’t slip up too much. Get too careless. He’d watch her back like she did for him. She’d be okay. They’d both be okay.

“Thanks, Adrien. I needed that.”

—*—*—*—*—*

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Hi can I request the boys reactions to coming back and seeing that MC has snucked into their beds

The Brothers Find the MC Asleep in Their Bed

This is that other bed request. Back to my fluffy content! Huzzah!! I was a fidgeting mess on that last one… If it wasn't in second person I probably would have never gotten through it… 🤦‍♀️😅 Amazing how distancing the pronoun "you" can be when you're writing: "Oh no, this ain't happening to me, it's gonna happen to you. I dunno what to tell ya." 🤷‍♀️ I give my props for this to one to my favorite jazz singers, Nicki Parrot, and her rendition of I Won't Last a Day Without You.

Intro:

If you're missing someone and, presumably, you have a fairly intimate relationship then something you can do is stay in their bed. Sure, your loved one’s body may not be next to yours but the familiarity can help soothe that aching heart… So when the brothers were away from the House for a few days, it wasn't totally unreasonable for the MC to sneak a night or two in their favorite demon's bed.

If only they had known said demon would come home early… 

Lucifer

It was a looong trip for him. Lucifer only goes up to the human world for business reasons and usually he has to bring Mammon to keep an eye on him, which he also swears ages him by a century each time he does… 

When he retired to his room that night he wasn't really looking to talk or interact with anyone, not his brothers and not even the MC. He just wanted to go to sleep…

He wasn't expecting to find his human curled up under his sheets, though. And without him there no less.

Had it been another day, he might have just woken them up and sent them away or slept somewhere else but that night, after the trip he had, he felt so… loved all of sudden...

His brothers never miss him when he leaves. They give him the usual welcoming rigmarole when he gets back, "Good to see you, how was the trip?" that kind of thing, but he can tell they're all disappointed that he's back to discipline them again…

But here was the MC, apparently wanting him back so much that they'd risk breaking into his room just to feel close to him again… It's honestly good he was the only conscious soul in the room because if anyone else had seen the look on his face, he'd have to start erasing some memories again.

He changed clothes quietly before getting into the bed himself, careful not to jostle them too much. Only once he was settled in, did he give them a tender kiss to their forehead and finally got a good night's sleep...

Mammon

Look, he never asks to be dragged along with Lucifer on his business trips! It's a pain in the ass for everyone involved so he was more than happy to be home...

So happy in fact, that he didn't think to check his bed before he went sailing into it face first…

When he didn't feel the cushion of his mattress below him, but what felt like muscle and bone, he screamed. Which caused the MC to shoot up from under his covers and scream right back at him.

The two dummies screamed at each other for about five seconds straight before it clicked that neither even knew what they were screaming about… 🙄

"MC?!? The hell are ya doin'?! This is my bed, ya know??"

Oh was he tickled pink when they told him they came there just 'cause they missed him so much… Of course they'd miss the Great Mammon! Anybody who got to spend that much time in his presence would eventually! And he had been missing them so much he could hardly see straight anyway...

"Geez, is that all? Well fine! You can stay the night, but only for tonight! … I mean, unless ya want to stay longer or somethin' crazy like that….. You want to, doncha?"

And that's how the MC ended up spending the next week in the arms of their first man… and getting a pretty good bruise on their shoulder too from Mammon's thick skull slamming into it.

Leviathan 

He was coming back from a three-day convention and boy was he tired… There's only so much excitement an introvert can withstand for that long without shutting down completely...

His first clue that something was a little off was his door. It was unlocked. Since he was positive he locked it before he left, he was already on edge... Mammon was in there stealing his stuff again, wasn’t he??

He had his demon form already out when he threw the door open, expecting to have to chase out a thief, but instead he found the MC's arm sticking out of his bathtub-bed.

Cue an incredibly flustered Levi. Did the MC really want to sleep with him? A yucky otaku?? Did they miss him that much?? For a brief moment, he hit cloud nine and beyond.

Levi was frozen in his doorway for a good five minutes, too afraid to walk in and possibly disturb them, before he finally tiptoed to have a look in the tub.

…. He may or may not have snapped a picture when he saw them snuggled against his Ruri-chan body pillow… So what if that's a little creepy??? You're creepy!!

There wasn't really a good way for him to squeeze in with them so he settled for pulling his computer chair over and taking their outstretched hand in his own...

He stayed like that all night until the MC woke up to find him passed out next to them, head rolled back in the chair but still holding their hand with laced fingers...

Satan

He hates going to the human world with Lucifer, even though he acknowledges that he's better behaved than the others for it. That doesn't change the fact that he'd much rather be back in his room with a good book...

He just wasn't expecting the MC to share his sentiments so… identically?

After his trip to Paris with Lucifer, Satan dragged his bags back into his room and expected to at least get another hour of reading in before his mind finally caught up with his body… But to his surprise, his bed was already occupied.

The MC was half-under his covers with their head wedged into the corner of the wall above his pillows, sound asleep… A stray book sat by their hand, one of his favorites too judging by the cover.

He felt the warmth of a chuckle escape his chest… How many times had he woken up in that exact same position? It was almost like they missed him so badly they tried to be him for a while... It was all too cute for words…

He put aside getting some sleep just long enough to take care of his MC, gently moving their body back under the covers and setting the book onto one of the endless stacks that surrounded his bed.

Only once he had them placed into a more comfortable position did he change his clothes and take the spot in the bed next to them…

The MC woke up very much not how they fell asleep… but trading out a good book in their hand for a warm bookworm against their body wasn't a bad deal now, was it?

Asmodeus 

He was on one of those long self-care retreats and though, yes, it was a good time he really needed a good nap after such a long trip… He was even considering shortening his nightly routine for once.

When he came into his room, he was ready to just faceplant into his pillows until he spied MC's head poking out from under his covers…

He squealed, but not out of anger or fright. No, no. He felt nothing but Pure. Joy. His heart was soaring and he could have sang, he was just that happy!

His human missed him so much that they just needed to wrap themselves up under his covers?? Well, of course they would wouldn't they? There's no good substitute for Asmo and he knows it.

His literal shriek made the MC shoot out of his bed and try to apologize but he just tackled them back down, wrapping his arms around them in a vice grip of adoration. He was not letting them back down now. It was cuddle time!

In truth, their sudden appearance shocked Asmo awake for about another hour, which he spent snuggled up to his MC and babbling about his trip. He did eventually lose steam though, falling asleep soundly with his head snuggled into the crook of their neck.

The lovey mood was dampened slightly when he woke up and realized he hadn't done any of his routine the night before, but since the MC was still resting in his arms he decided that, just this once, he didn't need to rush it...

Beelzebub 

Beel's team had just come back from a long tournament trip and, for the first time ever, he could say that he was more tired than he was hungry…

Belphie was really happy to have his twin back, but this time he was kind of ignoring his brother's excitement as his mind zoned in on his bed… He almost didn't notice the MC was even in there until he pulled back the covers to climb in himself. 

His poor sleep-deprived mind had to take a minute to catch up… This was his bed wasn't it...? 😰

"Beel? Is that MC?" "... I think so?" "Why are they in your bed?" "I don't know… Maybe they just wanted to sleep here?" "... Uh-huh. Hey, Beel, I know you're tired. How about you just take my bed instead since it's free? I'll take yours tonight."

Since he was so exhausted, Beel almost considered the offer until he noticed the resentful pout on Belphie's face... Oh. Right. The MC probably wanted to sleep with him. That meant they must have missed him… That thought alone gave Beel a warm, fuzzy feeling like he'd just taken a giant gulp of hot cocoa and he just couldn't help his groggy smile.

"No… This is fine." "But-" "I don't mind, Belphie. Goodnight."

He didn't give his jealous twin any more room to argue before he climbed into bed next to the MC, nestling them close to his chest as if he was welcoming them home instead. And in his last moments of consciousness, Beel promised himself that they'd wake up just like this too…

Belphegor 

Belphie tends to hate trips about as much as Levi, especially ones where Beel or the MC can't come along... Too much hassle and all his brothers make so much noise…

When he finally got back from the trip Lucifer dragged him into, he only had one thing on his mind. Sleep. His bed was calling to him, that's where he needed to be… and the MC too, apparently?

He was honestly a little caught off guard to find the MC in his bed... The attic bed? Sure. That was their cuddle space and it was practically sacred ground at that point. But the bed in the room he shared with Beel...? They didn't stay there very often…

Which meant they weren't in his bed just because they wanted to sleep. They wanted him… Had they been awake he might have had something smug to say, but without any audience to save face to he just felt somewhat honored…

There wasn't a day that went by where Belphie didn't regret the things he'd done to them, even during the quiet moments where they assured him that they'd forgiven him for it... Seeing them there in his actual bed proved something, they chose him. No one else. 

He didn't think twice about crawling under there next to them, he even got into his usual position by their side on instinct. But this time, for a minute or two, he just watched their sleeping form peacefully and counted himself lucky to even be there…

When the MC woke up to Belphegor wrapped around them, an adoring smile nuzzled into their neck, and they just had to wonder if the mere act of sleeping alone was all they’d ever need to summon their demon home...

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[sirensmojo]

"Collection" - Hubby!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Big fluff, typical wife/hubby scenes.

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Summary: Tommy ruining your carpet collection.

*Masterlist*

“Tommy, what’s this?” You calmly asked, pointing down.

“The ground, Y/N.”

“On top of it, you idiot.”

“Carpet?” He responded not sure about what your point was.

“Yeah. Now, what’s on top of it?”

“What’s the thing, eh?” Tommy was puffing on his cig while reading the newspaper, as usual for this time of the day.

“Just answer me, Thomas.”

It was around 4 in the afternoon, the only time in the day when he wasn’t too busy these days. He spent most of the time at the House Of Commons, so much that a little routine had settled.

Each day at 3:30 you heard his car outside, a maid telling you your husband was back home. And as each day at that hour, you were reading your weekly book, training your creativity for the novels you were writing.

When Tommy was back at the Arrow house, you weren’t there to welcome him, but you always had the maids put some tea in the living room along with biscuits for him.

“Wine.” He confidently responded, still reading his papers.

You knew your husband, despite whatever he was doing outside the house, he loved his cocoon, this moment of peace you gave him. In the only free hours of his day, he could drink without thinking too much, but Tommy being him, he soon began to read some books about politics, he couldn’t stay too long without doing anything.

You would always let him spend this time alone, sitting on the armchairs of the living room, a drink of whiskey next to his cup of British tea and a plate of biscuits. You let him charge his batteries, so he wouldn’t be too exhausted when coming back late at night.

All you wanted was to nourish him so he could be better at “work”, because that’s what he wanted for himself, and even if you loved him so much, you couldn’t know what was best for him better than himself, right?

It was pretty unusual of you to disturb him like that, and he wasn’t even ready for what was coming.

“No. No.” You shook your head to the left and right, “It’s blood. You fucking stained my expensive carpet with fucking blood.” You accentuated ‘expensive’ and raised your brows to voice your displeasure without even looking at him, which made your husband stop what he was doing to look up to you, blinking.

It’s the first time he lifts his eyes to you since you started this conversation, and an unreadable expression was all over his face.

Your working desk was turned towards him, which means you could still write on your typewriter as you were settling a score with him, you didn’t even lift your gaze to him and this added a dramatic side to the scene.

“So you’re not mad about the blood, you’re mad I stained the carpet.” He said utterly to himself, wrinkles of confusion drawing at the corner of his eyes.

You throw him a quick glance and see that he had dropped his papers on his crossed legs, he was now attentively looking at you.

“My fucking carpet, Tommy.” You highlighted, making him exhaling deeply.

You weren’t usually swearing that much, and the fact you did in this situation made him realize how mad you were.

“I can buy you another one.”

“You offered it to me the day we were coming back from our weekend in Paris.” You said, pouting.

This time you stopped writing and stared at him with puppy eyes.

“Yeah, because a couple days prior to that you made a scene about another carpet, Y/N,” Tommy said outright. He seemed fed-up with your obsession with carpets and came sipping on his drink.

You remember that day as if it was yesterday and couldn’t hold a laugh that escaped your throat, echoing in Tom’s ear that looked back to you.

The face he was making made you laugh even louder, so much he gave you his side look.

Of course, he loved to see his wife smiling and hearing her laugh, but with you, it was always more than just a smile, more than just a laugh, you were pretty dramatic, in everything.

When he would come home late, you used to sit in the armchair of your room and wait for him there, in the dark, lightening up the bedroom as soon as he set foot in it.

You were always lightening up the mood, you brought him something light. He knew that with you nothing was too serious, contrasting with his life where everything was, so no need to say you were succeeding at easing his mind.

He and you first met at the garrison, you forced the barmaid to give you a drink even though you were alone, using the excuse that you finished writing your first book and that it deserved to be celebrated.

When Tom heard that, he was instantly intrigued by you. A woman writing? It wasn’t the type of woman he knew. Of course, there was Lizzie but she was writing secretary things, not a book.

He was impressed, and somehow wanted to know more. That night was the first night since forever that Tommy spent the night with a woman without fucking her.

And a thing leading to another, you grew very fond of each other before the love came, submerging both of you with its violent waves.

Your marriage was still very fresh in your memory, as were your shared memories such as the day Tommy referred to before he took you to Paris for a weekend.

If you were, to be honest with yourself, you would say that the only reason for this weekend together was to make you forget about the time his men wrapped up a body in your carpet.

It was a windy spring day, Tommy was sitting in the garden at the table, his head dropped back to feel the wind fondle his face and embrace his figure.

The area was so calm and peaceful that your voice almost made him fall off the chair.

“Tommy Michael fucking Shelby! I’m fucking going to kill ya!” You were yelling at him, walking towards him in the grass, barefoot.

His eyes opened abruptly and he tilted his head towards you, hands crossed on his stomach.

As soon as his vision got used to the bright light, he frowned and straightened up on the chair, you were dragging a gigantic embroidered white carpet on the grass. And this wasn’t all, you were wearing your almost see-through grey satin nightgown.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He desperately let out, getting up, ready to reach you.

“You fucking put down your little ass on that chair, Mr Shelby.” You screamed again while breathing heavily from dragging this huge luxurious piece to him.

He exhaled deeply and sat down, passing a hand over his face. He wondered what was on your mind this time.

You ultimately reach the perfect spot so he could perfectly see what you will be complaining about. You dropped the heavy piece of fabric you were holding and pushed strands of hair that were on your face behind your ears.

Sweat beaded on your forehead but you were sure it was worth it.

“What the actual FUCK happened with my carpet, Thomas?” You pointed to the multiple burn marks on your carpet. “Do you know how fucking expensive it was? It came from Italy, mate!” You angrily let out.

Tommy’s jaws dropped when seeing the integrality of the carpet, he knew what happened with this, but he wasn’t sure that telling it to you was a good idea at first. It’s when he saw your scolding look that he cleared his throat.

“Y/N… There was a fucking body in this.”

You opened your mouth in a perfect “o” shape, “There was what, where?” You solemnly repeated, hoping you didn’t hear right.

You didn’t care about Tommy’s business, you’d never showed any reticence toward the way he lived his life. You will never judge him, he was doing what he had to do.

But this… This was too much.

“There was --”

“Ssshh,” You interrupted him, “you fucking crossed the line Thomas, I bought that one with my own money. You owe money to me now! Fucking Blinder Devil.”

“What the fuck are you saying, Y/N? What line?” Tommy frowned even more. He was amused but a bit scared if he was, to be honest, how his oh so tiny wife could spit like that, he’ll never know.

He even thought for a second it was him that woke the monster inside of you by buying you your first carpet on your wedding day.

He coughed at the last part of your swearings. Well, it was true you were a writer so he shouldn’t be surprised you came out with such a nickname for him.

“Don’t forget you owe me carpets still. I ain’t forgotten about my Italian carpet!” You squint your eyes while looking at him, and that’s when you glimpse a smile at the corner of his lips.

You tried your best not to smile, but the vision of a smiling Tommy made your heart flutter more than anything else.

Your warm smile lighted something inside of him, and it was with haste that you got up to join him. Tommy was intently watching each of your movements as if you were mesmerizing him. You came to sit on the armrest of his chair, placing both your arms around his neck, your eyes anchored in his, and stayed there.

It wasn’t the only times he did shitty things to your carpets, and it’ll probably not be the last, but at least you will have plenty of stories to tell your children when you have some.

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