#Prada bag maintenance

[weekendmaids]

How to Clean a Prada Nylon Bag: Expert Tips for Keeping Your Luxury Bag Spotless

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[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day three: mirror kink

>>> day three already woot woot! i hope you all are loving it so far, because i know i am! this is past me in the notes but it seems like these pieces are gonna get longer everyday at this rate lmfao. i picked keigs for the mirror because birb need luv

>>> starring: keigo takami (hawks) x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: brief daddy use, doggy, highly emotional tbh i'm actually sorry, teasing, praise, pet names. >>>wc: 3.5k >>> event masterlist

keigo loves planning nights like these. you’re his special person, and his favorite pastime is making sure you know it. every so often, sometime around payday, he’ll come home with bags on bags, a dopey grin covering his face as he sashays to the bedroom of your shared apartment. he just can’t wait to show you what he got you this time, exclusively keeping his high-paying pro-hero job because it allows him to spoil his girlfriend with lavish riches. 

you weren’t high maintenance at all. at least, you didn’t start out that way. you were just you, a simple civilian that worked at the hospital he was brought into during the war with all for one. you were an adorable bedside nurse, sweet and careful in all the ways you tended to his wounds and listened to his nervous ramblings about his friends and students. you talked him through his anxieties, spending precious hours of your shift soothing him and keeping him company. he watched you get in trouble time and time again for messing the shift rotation up with your habit of staying by his side. it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him, to genuinely listen and to touch him with care, a worry an affection in your eyes he wasn’t sure he had seen from anyone before. 

it was no surprise that he kept in touch with you once he was discharged from the hospital. and luckily, to his relief, you offered to support him through rehabilitation, helping him with his fittings for his prosthetics and keeping his spirits high when his self-worth was at its very lowest. keigo never had someone to call his, and the first time he met you, that was the last thing on his mind. but you were still there, months later, giving him the idea to try swords and katanas as replacements for his sharp wings. it wasn’t long until he was back on the battlefield using all the support items and your suggestions to make him feel like hawks again. he was still covered with burn scars, but they seemed less mangling than before. it was probably all those salves you put on him, your healing hands doing more for his heart and mind than his body at times. 

so when the war was won, and it was time to say thank you for all the things you had done for him, he found himself taking you on expensive dates and paying for your hair appointments when you casually mentioned a new look you wanted to try. he caught himself picking out nail colors and shoes–at one time they were nike’s but now they were prada or jimmy choo. not that he minded, in fact, it was his insistence that you started expanding your palette to the expensive side anyhow. you were more than content to hold his heart and let him pay for your facials, but your whiny boyfriend practically begs for you to take his card and spend every dollar. 

you learned early on, if you didn’t spend it yourself, he would do this, take the day away from you, raiding the mall for anything new you didn’t already have hanging in your room-sized closet. you could hear the rustling of the paper and plastic bags rubbing against each other, a knowing smile spreading across your cheeks. and sure, maybe months ago you were just a humble nurse. but keigo’s constant babying may or may not have created a small spoiled brat. you sit up on your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed to greet your loving partner, squealing when his excited eyes and crinkled up nose peek around the corner with a wide grin. 

“guess what i got you.” he titters, revealing the evidence of his shopping. he holds his other arm out to accept your waiting hug, stepping close enough to the bed for you to throw your arms around him in greeting. you looked so cute in your silk pajamas, just waiting in your shared bed for him to return to you. you’ve been able to reduce the amounts of shifts you take at the hospital now that you barely have any of your own bills to pay, and that was being generous. he usually paid those too, but you refused to go jobless until you had a ring—and well, let’s just say that wouldn’t be much longer. you had a fresh maintenance day yesterday, the highlights of your hair freshly toned, your brows waxed and tinted, a new set of lashes and nails–you look too good to be true like always, like you deserve for being so good to him. you’re perfect, and he cannot wait to see how you look in the things he bought you, keigo’s special girl. 

you hum playfully in thought, pressing your silken crop-top bound chest against his. he can tell you don’t have a bra on, and the thought delights him. you rarely wore anything but your slutty pajamas or the special selection of lingerie he had curated for you. one he was excited to add to tonight. you giggle and press a kiss to his stubble covered jaw, and throw out your best guess. “hmmm, shoes?” 

he chuckles, tucking some loose strands of your hair back behind your ear so he could admire your saccharine smile. he hums, nodding. you were right after all, that was part of it. “mhm, good, my little dove. what else?” 

you smile under the praises, trying to eye the bags as he snakes his arm around your waist, setting them on the bed for you. “jewelry?” you offer with an arched brow, watching his face for a hint. his amber eyes gleam with pride—and you knew you were right again. he nods, his calloused hand sneaks under your skimpy top and the warm touch makes you press yourself further into his leather and whiskey scented chest. 

“the prettiest. i think you’ll like it, lovebird.” he grins, squeezing your hip. “do you know what else i got my pretty girl?” he coos, reaching for a big black dolce & gabbana bag, containing a pretty bowed box. he always paid them extra to wrap it like a christmas gift, watching your face light up as you pulled the ribbon free always melted his heart a little. he passes the box over to you for that exact reason, returning his arm around your back to watch you open it. 

you squeal excitedly, giving his jaw another quick peck. you tug the pale bow off the box with great care, and his smile grows. inside lays a beautiful black bra and panty set, one he no doubt wants you to model for him. you gasp at the pieces, lacy and strappy, decorated with black dots against the sheer balconette style mesh. the thong was just a pathetic little triangle piece, mostly to say you had something on, if you had to guess. you beam up at him, giving him a proper kiss on the lips to signify your approval. 

“thank you daddy, it’s so beautiful! you’re too good to me!” you sing, freeing the lingerie of their confines to splay it out on your bed. he chuckles and shakes his head. 

“oh i could never even give you what you deserve, sweetness.” he hums, reaching for the tiffany & co bag. he holds it out for you next, letting you fish out the boxes inside. for this, he sits on the bed before you, hands tucked into the pockets of his tan coat, smirking up at his darling love. you peer at him over the pile of little teal boxes in your hand, arching your brow. he only chuckles, urging you to open it with his suggestive glare. he’s undressing you with his bedroom stare already, just waiting for you to put on all your pretty gifts so he could further appreciate you in them. you notice him shifting around, trying to hide the bulge he always gets from watching you jump around and celebrate how much he loves you. it was adorable, he couldn’t help but derive pleasure from it. 

you quickly tear into these three boxes, finding a pure diamond choker, bracelet, and matching stud earrings waiting to be adorned by your perfect body. you gasp at him, shaking your head in shock. you know how expensive these had to be, and you refused to accept such a crazy gift—especially paired with other things! as spoiled as he’s made you, you still look at him in disbelief. 

“what? i saw you looking at these last time. my name is hawks, after all, babygirl.” he winks, plucking the necklace from the box and turning his index in a circle to have you turn around for him in order to dangle the choker around your neck. he clasps the hook and then puts the bracelet on the wrist closest to him, leaving the earrings up to you. he turns you back to him by the shoulders, grinning valiantly–but you can see the borderline hunger lurking beneath. his siren gaze darts over to the dainty fabric still laying stiff and undisturbed on the bed. “open the last box, ‘nd then i wanna see everything altogether.” 

he bites down on his bottom lip in anticipation as he passes you the final bag, a big paper bag from—you knew what these must be immediately, and it has you squealing with joy, as you knew exactly why he saved this gift for last. “keigo, you shouldn’t have, i really cannot believe you!” you shift your weight from foot to foot, pulling the slim black box out of the paper bag, pushing the lid off with haste. 

he still sits next to you, his hands sprawled out behind him so he could lean back now, bionic wings still attached from the day. he would only remove them before sleeping, still incredibly insecure and lost without his real ones. he admired your giddiness, this emotion flowing from you was exactly the reason he would do whatever it takes to keep gifts like these flowing. you dangle the pricey so kate style red bottoms at him, jumping with glee. you nearly tackle him backward with the force of your arms around his neck, screaming your thanks in his ear. he only chuckles and wraps his arms around you in response, lightly slapping your ass to make you yelp. 

“now go and put everything on—been waiting to see you in it all day.” he pouts, jutting his chin towards your walk in closet. in all fairness, it was a second bedroom keigo had converted to a walk in for you. it was decorated with several mirrors along one wall, allowing you to get all the best angles of your outfits and accessories that your boyfriend no doubt provided. you snatched the newest goodies up and scampered off to get changed, feeling the warmth building in your chest and stomach just from the way he looks at you. you knew he had struggled with his own appearance since you met him, and you hated that. sometimes you wish you could spoil him the same way he does you, but he always swears your affection makes him feel like he’s still soaring on top of the world. 

you complete the jewelry trio by putting in the stunning studs he got, simple but huge cut diamonds perfectly accenting your features. then you tug on your new set and slip into your shoes, admiring your own reflection in the ballet studio-esque mirroring. maybe he admired you so much because he no longer could look at himself with the same fondness that you gaze at yourself—or him— with. you were stunning, that was indisputable, but it made you sad that your once notoriously cocky boyfriend now shrunk away from the sight of his own appearance. a physical lightbulb may as well have popped up over your head. “mm, daddy? wanna come help me with the buckle?” 

he should have known it was a set up. you’ve put on much more involved outfits before without his assistance. when he strolls in, ready to lend a helping hand, you’re already on the floor on your hands and knees—and the lingerie he picked looks heavenly. he can see why the louboutins were so sought after, elongating your sexy legs and exposing the signature red bottoms to him from this angle. you wiggle your perky ass, and he salivates, the semi he’s been fighting turning into a full on boner. you’re looking back over your shoulder at him with that devilish smirk on your face, and it’s then he realizes you’ve tricked him into fucking you in front of your mirror wall. and to his surprise, his cock jumps in his pants as he meets your eyes through one of the panes. you’re unimaginably gorgeous, dripping in diamonds that sparkle in the soft lighting. he can see straight down that bra, and before he can doubt himself, he’s yanking his hard cock free from his sweats and tugging on it roughly. his breathing is heavy already, the worry starting to creep in. at times it was hard to be intimate with you, not because he didn’t absolutely crave you in almost a sinister sense, but because of his own insecurities. he knows you were familiar with him before, though you only met him after the damage was done. yet still, he can’t help but worry the scars covering his face and body will gross you out one day. 

“c’mere daddy…wanna look at you like this, make you see how pretty you are.” you wiggle your ass for him again, the globes taunting him into compliance. when he lowers himself to his knees he can tell how needy you are. it must turn you on a bit to think about him taking you like this, though he can’t deny his own curiosity at the idea. his hands smooth down the curve of your back, all the way to the nape of your neck and back down to grasp your wide hips to steady himself. he licks his lips as you wiggle in his grip, making a mewl of anticipation. “please, look…i think you’re so pretty…i like the marks, makes you look all handsome and tough,” you whine so sweetly it makes his cock throb. “‘nd i need you so bad, the you i see in the mirror right now, is the sexiest man alive.” 

he chortles and rolls his eyes, feeling the warmth of blush sting his cheeks. he peels his shirt off, discarding it somewhere in the vicinity.  “yeah, yeah, hush.” he beckons, spreading your cheeks with the help of you scooting your knees further for him. it did boost his ego to hear you talk so fondly of him. you didn’t miss the old pro-hero you looked up to—you love him as is. he knows it, he’s sure of it, it’s why he spoils you relentlessly, but hearing you say it did things to him. 

“nuh-uh, i wan’ you to see…breaks my heart to hear you complainin’ ‘bout how you look…’cause you’re perfect.” you pout, wiggling back on his shaft. he helps guide himself inside, sheathing to the hilt. you do spoil him, you just didn’t realize it. the way you love him was all he needed, with the sweet words spilling out of your mouth and the choking grip your cunt has around him—the view of your face melting in the mirror felt like special treat. 

you moan out your delight, throwing your ass back against him to get him to start moving, the view of your pouty face while in doggy kept him paralyzed and utterly drunk, too busy admiring all of his gifts against your skin and the warmth of being inside you to remember to do anything about it. he chuckles breathily when he feels your recoil, giving you an affectionate slap to the bum. he starts to move in tandem to your little bounces, his eyes fluttering shut at the way you squeeze and release his curved cock. it feels so good, you can identify the veins and ridges as they drag through your walls. you don’t close your eyes though, no, your eyes are locked on his form in the mirror. he’s unreal, the slow pace at which he fucks you just driving you crazy. he’s a god, golden and chiseled, his smile enough to give you life on your darkest days. you wanted him to admit it. 

you crawl forward a little, out of his reach, off his cock. he frowns at you in the mirror. “come back.” he pouts, making grabby hands for you. 

you giggle, shaking your head. “not ‘til you smile at yourself and say ‘i’m the prettiest pro hero with the prettiest princess in the whole world.’” you say, sticking your tongue out at him in the mirror, admiring his naked form behind you. he huffs, letting his gaze drift between your face in the mirror and your ass in front of his face. he crosses his arms over his burned chest, arching a brow at you. 

“you know, i could say you’re being ungrateful.” he whines, not able to fully challenge you. you wiggle your ass at him again and arch your challenging brow back at him. for the second time, he huffs. but he realizes that there’s no use fighting you. he learned that lesson when you were his nurse. he would give in, or else. he lets his gaze drift back to your round ass and dripping pussy just waiting for him to come back to you, and he sighs. he loves starting slow just to tease you, but it seems like you have your own master plan in mind. keigo’s eyes drift back to the mirror, where he sees your eagerly awaiting face. you look over his face and body with all the adoration and affection in the world, and he feels that with your confidence, he can believe in himself and give you some peace of mind. he meets his own eyes in the mirror and nods. he certainly has come a long way, and he may never return to his former glory, but if this is the man you love—that’s enough. more than enough. he can be happy to be that man, your man. he smiles at you, then at himself. “i’m the prettiest pro-hero.” he nods with a broad smile as his gaze falls back down to you. “and i have the prettiest princess in the whole world.” he concludes, to which you coo and applaud him. he walks forward on his knees, greedily tugging you back on him, plunging his length back deep with a relieved moan. 

he doesn’t waste any time by teasing, either, holding the creases of your hips like they were his own personal handlebars, he slams into your heat, the grip of your cunt so choking he can’t control the loud groans he lets loose. you have to actively focus on holding yourself up, entranced with the sight of his pussy-drunk face, high on pleasure. his cock angles so perfectly in this position, abusing your cervix just the way he likes. it has your limbs shaking as you struggle to keep absorbing the force of his hip and your moans bordering on screams. he just loves you so much, he has to spoil the woman who’s given him everything. he knows you love him like this, that’s why you crawled into that position in the first place. 

“that’s my girl, taking it so good for me.” he nods his approval, his arm dipping to support your hips. thanks to the mirror, he can see the tears drop from the corner of your eyes, the wavering of your arms as you struggle to hold yourself up. you nod to his praise, squealing extra loud, you love being his girl. his hand dips to rub a messy pace against your clit, groaning at how you jerk and arch in response. “fuck, i can see everything like this, little dove. you look so pretty…all the diamonds suit my jewel just right.” he pants between punishing strokes, even though he’s giving you the reward of a lifetime. 

you nod, forcing your eyes open to watch him rut into you, mouth open in a silent scream while his jaw drops in awe. you’re absolutely perfect. you fold over, falling completely against his arm, clenching down on him so hard it nearly hurt him. you whimper, “gon’ cum daddy, you’re s’good…” 

he nods egging you on as he presses into your nerves harder, giggling as your legs shake and give out completely. it sends him over the edge, his eyes glued to your face in the mirror as he shoves his seed deep, continuously fucking it deeper with his hard strokes, only letting up when he was sure you couldn’t take another pump. he smiles at your fucked out appearance, hair knotted and sprawled out, the lingerie shifted just enough to let him enjoy all of you, your tearstained cheeks—and thighs. he leans over to kiss your shoulderblade, staying there to catch your breath. for a minute, all there is to be heard is panting, but soon keigo chuckles again, and scoops you out of the floor.

“now it’s time for the real princess treatment, lovebird.” he hums, taking you towards the bathroom for a fresh bubble bath of your choosing.

[meera000]

hi maintenance and buzzwording

i started Ling Ma's Severance after graysen posted about it and after noticing hayden's copy in their room (thank you hayden for letting me borrow it) (we have exchanged Ling Ma books, they borrowed my copy of Bliss Montage). i'm only like 40 pages in and Ma has already listed sooo many brands. And then i'm like woah, I feel so connected to this, it feels so present! But that's because it's all so flooded with branding that that's like the #1 way to connect to a larger audience.

the Art Girls who wear discounted Prada and Miu Miu, late mother and her Clinique, Candace's paychecks going to Shiseido products, so on and so forth. signal signal signal. I'm tapped in, I know this, I bought this, see this represents my social status, financial status, my knowledge,

now i am sitting at work among our discounted Prada and Miu Miu and CDG and Fendi and Ferragamo and D&G and A rainbow of Moncler puffers. it's getting cold. People who shop here are Art Girls or they want to be Art Girls (everyone wants to be an Art Girl) by adopting the signifiers of an Art Girl. I have a Prada bag on hold in the back-- my first designer bag. I'm going to look So Put Together, not just a Girl but a Girl with a Prada bag, and it's vintage so she knows what she's doing, she's researched, she has this knowledge. She is a Fashion Girl.

signaling and relatability, i'm using buzzwords to connect with you. Buzzwords and people and products and brandsss. My recent tweets go like this:

I feel like i'm full of buzzwords sometimes - 11/14 at 10:32am

Something about north west - 11/14 at 10:30am

Eggo waffle joy - 11/13 at 10:28pm

*mma ch*mberlain distaste - 11/13 at 10:07am

retweets about the Moo Moo Meadows Cow and the Very Hungry Caterpillar and Elevated Basics. Everyone gets it, i'm not talking about myself to relate to you, because what if you reject me?, but here's this Thing that You Surely Understand.

And ultimately I am high maintenance. I use Lush Rose Jam perfume before I leave the house (stays in my bag) and i use Glossier lip balm that i always keep in my pocket and my Muji pens in my COS bag and and and. I have to smell good my hair has to look like this. and my sweatshirt is Kapital and my shoes are Salomon and my everything is something because that's how I like it. Or maybe i just have to relate so i can be included at the cost of my financial and mental stability

and this tiktok that made me very sad

[tim-hoe-wan]

Which are some go to bags but are not necessarily your favorite?

This is my go to school bag since forever. I know people say it’s basic and everywhere, but it’s handy and sturdy and sometimes that’s all that matters.

This is the prada twin pocket and my sister and I own several of these and all of them are second hand. My mom isn’t a big fan of prada so she doesn’t think they’re worth the full price. Anyway we like this bag because Prada is relatively light and low maintenance. This bag in particular is perfect for its compartments in all of its available sizes. It’s more of my casual, need to bring a lot, alternate for school, alternate for travel bag. They’re relatively low priced in preloved stores and comes in a lot of color and sizes. It’s not an investment bag or an it bag, but it is practical.

Mostly same reason as above except I only own one which I used mostly in college. I find it too big for my everyday use but it’s good for school or travel since it’s light, low maintenance, and goes with anything.

It’s a small, simple, but lazy day bag. Sometimes when I don’t want to think but need to be more organized, I just grab this.

[prada-bag-base-shaper]

Prada bag base shaper

Using the pockets available in the purse is not recommended as your pen or any lipstick can provide a stain that can't be washed. It's hard for a woman to walk out of their home without some bag essentials so it's best to put money into maintenance products like a prada bag base shaper . Here are some good options.

[noda09]

Black Tote Bags for Women at Noda: Your Stylish Companion

For contemporary women, tote bags have evolved into an essential piece of gear. Tote bags combine style and functionality with their roomy layout and trendy appearance. black tote bags for women are particularly notable among the many tote bag options because of their classic elegance and adaptability. Whether you're going to a casual get-together, heading to work, or running errands, a black tote bag can easily match your outfit and hold all your necessities.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Black Tote Bag

There are a few things to consider when choosing the ideal black tote bag to make sure it fulfills your needs. First, think about the tote bag's dimensions and capacity. Ascertain whether you will use it frequently or only on special occasions, then select a size that will fit your belongings comfortably. Additionally, consider the bag's durability and material. Choose durable materials that can resist regular wear and tear, such as leather or sturdy canvas.

Versatility of Black Tote Bags

The adaptability of black tote bags is one of their best qualities. These bags go well with many different outfits and change from day to night with ease. A black tote bag provides enough room for your wallet, keys, phone, and even a small umbrella for daily use. A chic black tote bag is the ideal accessory for meetings and presentations because it radiates sophistication and professionalism in professional settings.

Styling Tips for Black Tote Bags

Black tote bags serve as a versatile accessory that can elevate any ensemble. For a casual look, pair your black tote bag with jeans, a cozy sweater, and ankle boots for a chic, effortless vibe. Alternatively, for a more formal occasion, such as a business meeting or dinner party, opt for a structured black tote bag paired with tailored trousers and a crisp blouse for a polished appearance that commands attention.

Top Brands Offering Black Tote Bags

Purchasing a black tote bag requires careful consideration of brand. Seek out companies recognized for their fine craftsmanship and meticulous attention to detail. Reputable luxury labels such as Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and Prada provide a range of black tote bags made from high-quality materials with classic styles that radiate sophistication and elegance. A variety of black tote bags that combine fashion and functionality at a more accessible price point are available from modern brands like Michael Kors, Kate Spade, and Coach for those looking for more economical options without sacrificing style.

Affordable Options for Black Tote Bags

Although luxury brands are unmatched in terms of quality and status, those on a tight budget can find many reasonably priced alternatives. Black tote bags can be found in many fashionable designs for a much lower price at fast-fashion stores and internet retailers. Even though they might not be as well-made as their more expensive counterparts, these affordable options nonetheless offer good value and let you stay fashionable without going over budget.

Maintenance and Care Tips

Correct upkeep and care are crucial if you want your black tote bag to stay in perfect shape. As for upkeep and cleaning, refer to the manufacturer's instructions depending on the material of your bag. Use specialized leather cleaner and conditioner for tote bags to keep the material supple and stop it from drying out or cracking. Spot clean canvas or fabric black tote bags for women with a mild soap and water solution, then let them air dry completely. Your black tote bag can fade and discolor over time if it is exposed to dust and sunlight, so when not in use, store it in a dust bag or cover.

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[hellocrookedcollectionglitt-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SOLD!! Prada 2008 PinksPurples/Leather-GabardineNylon ruffle tote/Cards/duster.

[lalupahandbags]

Title: "Elevate Your Style with Handbags NZ: The Ultimate Shopping Guide"

Introduction

Handbags are more than just accessories; they are a statement of style, personality, and practicality. If you're on the hunt for the perfect handbag in New Zealand, you've come to the right place. In this shopping guide, we will explore the world of handbags NZ, from the latest trends to the best places to shop. Whether you're a fashion-forward trendsetter or a minimalist seeking functionality, we've got you covered.

1. Handbag Trends in New Zealand

Before you dive into the world of handbags, it's important to know what's trending in the fashion scene. Here are some of the hottest handbag trends in New Zealand:

a) Sustainable Chic: As the world becomes more eco-conscious, sustainable and ethically made handbags are all the rage. Look for brands that prioritize environmentally friendly materials and ethical production practices.

b) Mini Bags: Small is the new big when it comes to handbags. Mini bags have taken the fashion world by storm, offering a cute and compact way to carry your essentials.

c) Bold Colors and Prints: Don't be afraid to make a statement with your handbag. Vibrant colors and eye-catching prints are in vogue, adding a pop of personality to your outfit.

d) Crossbody Bags: Practicality meets style with crossbody bags. They're perfect for hands-free convenience, making them an ideal choice for a day of shopping or exploring the city.

2. Where to Shop for Handbags in NZ

Now that you know what's in style, let's explore the best places to shop for handbags in New Zealand:

a) High-End Boutiques: If you're looking for luxury handbags, head to high-end boutiques in cities like Auckland and Wellington. You'll find renowned brands like Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and Prada.

b) Local Artisan Shops: Support local artisans and discover unique handcrafted handbags in artisan shops throughout New Zealand. You'll find one-of-a-kind pieces that tell a story.

c) Online Retailers: Many online retailers cater to the New Zealand market, offering a wide range of handbags to suit every budget and style preference. Websites like Trade Me and The Market are great places to start your online shopping journey.

d) Secondhand and Vintage Stores: If you're a fan of vintage and pre-loved fashion, explore secondhand stores and thrift shops. You never know what hidden gems you might uncover.

3. Considerations When Buying a Handbag

Before making your final purchase, keep these considerations in mind:

a) Size and Functionality: Think about what you need to carry in your handbag. Do you require lots of storage space, or are you looking for a compact option for essentials?

b) Material: Pay attention to the material of the handbag. Leather is durable and timeless, while canvas and straw are perfect for summer months.

c) Budget: Determine your budget in advance. Handbags come in a wide range of price points, so knowing your budget will help narrow down your choices.

d) Brand and Reputation: Research the brand's reputation and customer reviews. Quality and craftsmanship matter, especially for investment pieces.

4. Maintenance and Care

Once you've found the perfect handbag, it's essential to take good care of it to ensure its longevity. Follow the manufacturer's care instructions and consider investing in protective measures like dust bags and leather conditioner.

Conclusion

Handbags are more than just fashion accessories; they are an essential part of your daily life. In New Zealand, you have a plethora of options, from luxury boutiques to local artisans and online retailers. No matter your style or budget, you're sure to find the perfect handbag to elevate your look and meet your practical needs. Happy shopping, and may you find the handbag that complements your style and personality!

[babyboibucky]

The Match

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

Word Count: 1,446

Warnings: HMMMM sexual tension 😏

A/N: I wrote this in a whirl and tried to format it through the app last night and it SUCKS so I’m posting this just now. Anyway, there will definitely be a smutty part two to this lmfao ya know it

Edit: PART 2 IS UP!!!

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Saturday night and you’re on your bed, wine-drunk and all as you mindlessly swiped through Tinder. You start to frown when none of the guys impressed you enough to swipe right. Their bios were all the same, revolving around their egos only to end up with the good ol’ “DTF” line.

Bored and disappointed, you almost exited the app until a very, very familiar face appeared on your screen.

“Holy shitballs, it’s our boss.” You sat up immediately, bringing your phone to your face for a close inspection.

Indeed, it was your boss James Barnes but he was using “Bucky” as his profile name. You wondered whether it was his real account or a poser one. But then you remembered his closest colleagues calling him that.

You snorted as you checked out his profile. He didn’t have a bio but had a couple of photos uploaded. And oh wow, is that a shirtless mirror photo?

You rarely worked closely with your boss but goddamn, sometimes you wished you did because he was a hot piece of ass.

“Should I swipe right...” you mumbled to yourself.

Would it be unprofessional to do so? But then again, you never really interacted with him that much. Just a couple of polite nods and greetings whenever you passed by him at the office. You weren’t even directly reporting to him.

That being said, you were quite sure that he wouldn’t swipe right on you given that you’re his employee. Of course he wouldn’t want to be the unprofessional one so being tipsy and all, you decided to take one for the team.

“Tss, what the hell.” You huffed out and swiped right.

Not even a second later, the “It’s a match!” message popped up on the screen almost immediately. You choked on your wine and dropped your phone, eyes wide and heart racing because you just matched with your fucking boss.

“Shit!” You hissed, diving onto the floor the pick your phone up.

If the message popped out as soon as you swiped right on him, then that means...

“He swiped right on me first, what the fuck!”

-

Monday came quickly and you’ve never been this restless before. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you matched with your boss on Tinder. Neither of you messaged the other over the weekend but now that you were headed to work, you honestly didn’t know what to expect.

You debated whether to call in sick or maybe, pretend that you died? Pack your bags and perhaps fly to a different country and start anew? You were overacting but matching with your boss on a dating app known for hook-ups should be a valid reason to justify your thoughts.

Maybe James didn’t recognize you that’s why he swiped right. That was possible since you and him didn’t really work together. It’d be better if he swiped right by accident, his phone probably slipped from his hands. He probably doesn’t even know he matched with you, yeah, you decided to settle on that conclusion.

Taking a deep breath in, you fixed your hair before stepping out of your car. Mondays were meant for meetings so he probably wouldn’t be around the office anyway. You rushed over to the elevator and let out a sigh of relief when you didn’t have to share it with anyone.

That was until someone managed to slip a foot in between the doors, catching up to you before the elevators slammed shut.

“Oh.”

Well, well, well if it isn’t James “Bucky” Barnes. Out of all the people you had to share an elevator with, it just had to be him! And judging by how his eyes widened at the sight of you, the Tinder incident wasn’t simply an accident.

“Good morning.” He greeted, clearing his throat as he stood beside you.

James’ scent wafted in the air as soon as the doors slid close and he smelled divine. He smelled like a man, a man man and it almost made your eyes roll. You greeted him back with a soft voice, fighting so hard not to look at him because as always, he looked pretty damn good.

He was restless beside you, adjusting his suit and then his tie. You could see him through your peripheral vision, he kept on fixing his hair as well. Did he get a haircut? It was shorter than before, not that you were paying way too much attention to him.

Meanwhile, you too were fidgeting with your shoulder bag, picking at the leather and praying for this torture to be over before you could even lose control and slam your lips against his.

“How was your weekend?” James asked, glancing at you.

This was probably the longest conversation you had with your boss. You weren’t even sure which was more awkward, striking a conversation after the match or simply remaining quiet for the entire ride up.

“Um, it was good. Yours?” You asked, stammering a little as you stole a quick glance at him.

James nodded, “Good too. Interesting actually.”

Fuck! He knows, he so knows about the match.

You would have preferred complete silence over the elevator music echoing in the air while the both of you were obviously feeling the tension. Was the elevator really this slow?! And when did it get this hot?!

You started fanning yourself when you started to sweat from the awkwardness of it all. Bucky too could obviously feel it, the tension and the elephant in the room waiting to be acknowledged. He loosened his tie all of a sudden, popping the top buttons of his dress shirt which quickly reminded you of the shirtless pic in his profile.

You could feel the heat creep up to your neck and ears. With how bright the lights were in the elevator, it’d be easy for James to notice how red you turned.

“Kinda hot today, don’t you think?” He asked.

You let out a mirthless chuckle, “Yeah, really hot. I think the maintenance should have the air conditioning unit checked.” You breathed out, clearing your throat again as you wiped the sweat forming on your forehead.

For a couple of seconds there was nothing but the collective sounds of you and your boss clearing your throats. The tension was so thick you can literally touch it if you tried. You wanted to address the unspoken issue but how the hell were you going to do that? Jump on his bones? It would seem like a good idea to do so except that he was your boss and that would result to you losing your job.

You wanted to ask James though, whether he was aware that you were his employee when he swiped right. Actually, you just wanted to bring up the topic just to get it over with. Acknowledge the match and then pretend it didn’t happen to save you both from the embarrassment. Yeah, you could do that.

Unable to hold back anymore, you broke the silence to ask James a question.

“Did you swipe right on accident?”

“So are you down to fuck?”

You and James asked at the same time, his straightforward question making you weak in the knees because what the hell...

James bit his lip, shaking his head in response. “I didn’t.”

“Oh.” You blinked, unable to stop yourself from staring at James’ mouth when he ran his tongue over his lower lip before taking it in between his teeth as he looked you over with glazed eyes.

Damn that tongue, though. And damn those blue eyes too.

“Are you...?” He repeated again, reminding you of his question.

Your boss, whom you rarely interacted with in the office, just asked you whether you were down to fuck. Truthfully, you were only on Tinder because of boredom and it wasn’t your goal to actually hook-up with someone. But now that your hot boss swiped right on you and seemed to be really interested in you...

“I...uhh...” you stammered, not really knowing how to tell him that yes, you would very much like to be fucked by him.

The elevator dinged, interrupting the tension between you and James. The doors slid open and James quickly straightened up before walking ahead.

But not without turning around to look at you expectantly, waiting for a response.

Due to the pressure and the elevator doors beginning to close, you blurted out the first thing that you could muster.

“Yes, sir!”

You blushed at your response but it seemed to have stirred something in James because his eyes darkened as he smirked at you.

“Good. Then I’ll see you in my office in fifteen.”

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49. Part 2

I woke up extra early, I wanted to make sure everything is set out for Cassius. It is his first time so I want him to have a nice time with Cartier, I want him to be used to doing this, I mean will he be ok, I hope so. I think he will be, I have set everything out, everything is in clear view for him. From the diapers, bottles and I even set out clothes for him so I hope to god he doesn’t call and say he didn’t see something was around. I have diaper bags out, and the wipes all are in clear view in Cartier’ room, I have made it so easy for him. Monique called me last night to ask how I was, I told her that Cassius will be looking after Cartier on his own and she said good, he needs to learn but I want him to have a good time. Cartier did already wake up for a feed and he is back asleep, I think by the time I leave Cartier will be waking up to do another feed so I hope Cassius wakes up because his ass is knocked out in the bed, I even kicked him to get off me but he didn’t even move. I had to drag myself out of bed. He really did the most and fell asleep on my breast, like that was not about to happen. I am lowkey happy I had sex, I wanted it anyways but he was being annoying with the shit. It’s like I call him dick appointment and he just does it back to me talking about fucking or nah, annoying as shit. I would cook him breakfast but I don’t have the time, I need to get dressed before nine and make it to the office. I am only having like a get together and a brain storm on something so I will be back before he knows it, well I should be but we will see if this job ends up being demanding.

Drying my hands off staring at Cassius still asleep “Cassius, seriously. If you ain’t about to wake up for Cartier then I will take him with me” it’s like I am talking to myself, he can’t be that tired, throwing the towel at him which landed on his back “I said I am awake” he said groggily, did he though “sure, so what did I exactly say to you?” walking over to my vanity table, I am using the Prada bag Cassius bought me, it looks so cute I love it “wake up” rolling my eyes, I have been saying that for a while “Cassius, I am going now” picking my bag up from the side “let me see you” walking over to Cartier’ crib “if my son is upset when I come back I am blaming you” looking over at Cassius stretching out, his back flexed. That is actually so sexy “I told you I am awake and don’t worry about it” Cassius turned onto his back sighing out, thank god the sheets stayed on his lower half “sex was good last night, I like it when you ride me” he would mention sex “sure, but if you do need anything then call me” Cassius looked at me “you can see some of your stomach” Cassius pointed out, looking down at me “oh you can, didn’t notice” smiling at him “I like it when your hair is straightened out, it looks pretty. You looking pretty mama” I laughed “whatever, bye” turning on my heels “you better be dressing like that to impress me” he spat, it’s a weird feeling to have a man that compliments me and not put me down.

Locking my car door, placing the keys in my bag. Pulling my pants up a little, you can barely see my stomach, just a little. I thought I would wear my white cropped pants and a white cropped top, but it’s not that bad. I mean my body is popping so I thought I would flex out, why not “coming into the office today?” looking up from staring at myself “uh yeah, hi Jordan” I would say creep “I just parked, this is your car?” he pointed, nodding my head “she’s cute right?” he looks shocked “that is a nice car, I mean I shouldn’t be shocked because look who is driving it” smiling at him “yep, I am here today. Well Gio text me saying come and discuss a few work flows I could do so I am here” he is checking me out “right, ok. Let me walk you” not like I needed it “I didn’t think you would be back at work so soon? With the baby thing” I shrugged “honestly, it’s not a hard job to design and I am doing it at home, I have free time. Cassius is looking after our son so we good” I mentioned his name, I had too “Oh right, you both together?” I sniggered “what’s it got to do with you what I am? Not like we pursuing anything” walking off.

Hugging Gio “you came, I didn’t think you would. You text me saying you can’t be bothered” he is right I did “I know but then Cassius is looking after Cartier and I was moody at that point when you text me yesterday” I won’t tell him why, I wanted sex and I felt so aggy for no reason “that is good, he is in town? Doesn’t he live elsewhere?” Gio knows, he was around when Cassius was not around “he lives in town in Atlanta but we have worked out some things, we are just working through it for Cartier and he comes to the home now. It’s all a working progress” Gio let out an oh “that is good, you both can work it out for the baby so, welcome, welcome, welcome. I am so happy that you are working for us. Especially since having a baby I didn’t think you would so yes, what I need from you is what you can do. We have a big project in Hollywood, I am so excited. I wish you could come and see the home, but I took pictures, I want you to work on the downstairs. Luckily no rush, but I still want us to have a time frame. You know what I wish you could travel, we could do so much more together, oh baby” he sighed out “I know, unless I take him with me. Which I will pass on that” the office door opened “we having lunch, on me” Jordan said, I didn’t even look “ok, could have PM’d me, no problem” he is acting out, I know that.

I feel like Gio is really wanting me to be more than just work at home but ain’t pushing it “glad you can come to lunch” Jordan said “Gio offered and also it’s free lunch” placing my shades over my eyes, the sun is glaring down today “I am going to use the bathroom” Gio would do that “true it is, so how you liking it here? I mean with the work we do” watching people walk by “it’s great, Gio is great” looking over at Jordan sitting forward “look, I may have come off as a dickhead. I am not that, I am sorry. I just got blown away by you, I may have come off like a rude guy. Gio said it anyways, he said if I want my ass beat then I need to fix my attitude, so I am sorry, didn’t mean it. I think you are very beautiful and I hope you see a better side to me” pressing my lips into a hard thin line “you don’t see women with such perfect lips, a cupids bow” I laughed out “thanks, erm it’s ok. I am not actively looking for a man, I have a son and he is my number one. That is it” he looked down at the table nodding his head “yeah but you need to have fun too, I asked my friend about Cassius, your ex. He uhm didn’t tell me much I guess. I really fancy you, it’s crazy” he laughed “are you professing your love again, Jordan. We spoke on this” Gio finally came back “it’s fine, nothing wrong with being friends” I laughed saying.

Every word I say, every movement I do he is staring at me mad hard. Even Cassius doesn’t stare at me that much, he is handsome but I will pass. He is not what it seems, I rather listen to Cassius speak on my breasts “how long was you and Cassius together?” placing my fork down “about a year” his eyes widened “and you wanted a baby with a guy that you may not have stayed with?” clasping my hands together “with a guy that proposed to me, bought me that car you saw, got me living in a mansion. I think I am doing just fine thanks” rolling my eyes “so you high maintenance then?”clearing my throat “what is it got to do with you? I am not even interested in you, just you are too infatuated like I said. You will get over it” I pointed at him “girls like you always have a chip on their shoulder, he still with you that is why he has you in that house” sighing out “ok Jordan, and guys like you hate being rejected. I am not interested in you. Anyways Gio, so you was saying?” he can go and fuck himself “that Jordan is still paying for this Lunch” I sniggered “I am sure he will” getting up from the seat, he ain’t got a choice, looking like I hurt his ego.

“Cassius, if it feels right then give it him!” Jasmine screamed down the phone “but I think it is right but what if it isn’t?” how the hell do you work out the temperature of milk “Cassius the first time you did, it was fine. Stop calling thinking you are wrong, feed him” I think it is right so I will do it “uh ok, bye” disconnecting the call, this is hard work. At what point do you burp them, at the end or middle, it is so annoying. Holding the milk out to me staring at it, this has been the most painful part, I didn’t want it to be too hot. Shaking the milk a little, should be ok. He drinks a lot or maybe it is just me giving more milk but it’s like he cries and it seems to be hunger, walking up the steps. I have not ate myself which sucks but Kyle said come to the crib and he will make me something, that is nice of him “you are so fat Cartier” I said as I walked into Sofia’ room “you continue to drink milk, you will be obese. That means extraordinarily fat” looking down at him in the crib, he stared at me all wide eyed “milk?” placing the bottle on the side “I don’t have boobs son, I am sorry. Even if I did, mine wouldn’t be as juicy as your momma’” laughing to myself as I placed him over my shoulder and grabbed the bottle with my one hand.

I think I am proud of myself, this whole looking after baby thing is easy “you think your mom would be impressed? I am cleaning Cartier, she will like that?” turning around to check on him, he is quiet in his bouncer “you should see my apartment, that is a mess but I know your momma like it clean. And I made some mess with the milk, don’t tell her that shit. She will be angry” walking over to the bouncer “shall we do something, like go out? It’s not like we get to have this all of the time do we?” Cartier was busy trying to hold both of this hands together, pulling his hands down “over here son, look at me. So we have options uncle Kyle wants to see you, we can see him and then we can like I don’t know see the outside together, we got options” I gasped “wait, are you smiling at me? Awww man, that is cute as hell. I got you, we going to match and everything we going out. The boy will go out today” let me just get this cleaned up.

“Your momma picked clothes out for you but I think these are better, look at you pimped out ready to see uncle, uncle Kyle! Where you at!” I shouted as I walked down the steps “where you at nigga?” I chuckled seeing Kyle at the bottom of the steps “it’s the twins!” Kyle shouted, pressing a kiss to the top of his head “it’s the boy, he done fallen asleep but he got his name bracelet on thanks to you” reaching the bottom “it’s nothing, I wanted to see him awake too but come here. Let me hug him” Kyle said as he took Cartier from me “how is it then? Looking after a baby all alone” I shrugged “shit is a breeze, Sofia be complaining over nothing. All he do is shit, eat and sleep. Then he may want a hug but that is it, women be doing the most” walking towards the living area “don’t ever say that shit bro, Sofia will beat your ass but you loving it huh? Being a dad and all that” I grinned “I enjoy it now, I think I just didn’t feel like a father like I do now, I feel it now. I love it, I love him” sitting down on the couch “that is beautiful bro, he cute though. He is growing, he gained. Just like his dad” Kyle said laughing “don’t play me bro but it’s good, better than doing the work I usually do, I rather be with my son Kyle” that is it now.

Kyle stared at me dumbfounded “so you want me to help you put that on?” he pointed at the baby carrier “mhmmm yeah, well Cartier and I are going to see the outside together. I ain’t about that stroller life, it’s actually harder when you got a big ass stroller. Also Sofia is finishing from that work place about three so I will meet her outside. She will love it, she will see her baby daddy and the baby and she will want me more” I am always planning “oh I get you, so you going to go and harass Sofia?” nodding my head “but I ain’t got a car, also she has the car seat so I can use this, take a cab and meet her, good idea right?” I am always planning “right so did you get any last night?” Kyle always looks unimpressed with my ideas “I did yes, I proper teased her. Like Cartier was awake and everything but we did, I am not pushing it though. I know tonight I will be back at the apartment which I don’t mind it, I know she wants me but I need to stop tripping” I need for Sofia to want me as much as I want her.

Sofia didn’t exactly tell me where the place was, I found it my damn self. Looking down at my Rolex, Cartier is still asleep. I packed a backpack on what things I think would be needed, I don’t know what the fuck I am doing but I will think of something, I am sure I can make something up. I don’t know how people put on baby carriers on their own because I am actually useless, I had to get Kyle to help me but we good. Looking over at the building, I mean I am practically sitting outside the building so I will see her leave, she is late getting out with her annoying ass. Blowing out air looking around “sure, if you say so” looking over at entrance, I jumped up from the side wall. I knew it was her voice “well I think you’re just being hard headed and I do like that” pulling a face at this dude, grabbing the backpack “Cassius?” Sofia said confused, looking at this black dude. He is all muscle, he ain’t even tall, he ugly actually “what is this!?” Sofia walked over to me “see you soon Sofia” looking down at his hand touching her shoulder “who you touching?” I said pointing “yeah sure, anyways what are you doing here?” am I missing something here “who is that?” I said again “just a guy I work with” he seems to be close to her “and he touches you? Ayo! Nigga” Sofia shushed me “Cassius, can you please. What are you doing here? I am happy to see you here” now I am too into the fact some nigga touched her.

[felgia-starr]

CASH ONLY a gender-bent, Muggle AU Dramione (because why tf not?)

“Excuse me?” a baritone politely asked from behind her. Dracaena scowled instinctively as she turned around, lowering her limited edition Prada sunglasses to have a clear look at the man. She expected a greying old man with a beer belly, wearing a jumper from Tesco or some shit like that, but what she saw made her jaw drop delicately. In front of her was a man with darker skin than hers, frizzy yet fashionable brown hair, and an impeccable white suit to match! This man was honestly delectable, and she felt like she knew this man from somewhere... Maybe from a sitcom? She couldn’t quite figure out. “Do I know you?” Dracaena raised an eyebrow, pursing her lips for effect. Recognition flashed in the man’s brown eyes, and a frown settled on his mouth. “Malfoy?” Dracaena put her sunglasses back in place, clearing her throat as she realized exactly who she was currently talking to. She acted calm, though. In fact, she even forced a smile. “Granger.” She couldn’t believe she just checked her old schoolmate out. Good God, she felt dishonoured. “What are you doing here?” inquired Granger as though Dracaena’s business was any of his business. She rolled her eyes, raising a gloved hand to fan herself. She was sweating, and she didn’t know why. “Waiting for my chauffeur.” Granger snorted, the absolute mannerless swine he was. “What, five years later and daddy still doesn’t allow you to drive?” Dracaena stiffened, clutching her shopping bags closer as though they would protect her from Granger’s personal, verbal attacks. “My father doesn’t control me.” “I find that hard to believe.” “And why is that?” He looked her up-and-down, smirking. “Because you’re still wearing his money.” “Actually Granger, I bought this whole get-up—even the Versace dress, the Hermes Birkin bag, the Audemars Piguet watch, the Cartier rings, the Chanel heels, and the Prada—” Hermes Granger had the audacity to interrupt and laugh at her. “I get it, Malfoy, you’re a walking luxury shopping mall.” Dracaena let out a small smile. “You better know it, Granger.” “You’ve ever been robbed before?” A Narcissa-approved sneer was starting to form on her mouth, she was sure. “What? No!” He laughed again, the sound sending a pleasurable chill down Dracaena’s spine. “You’re adorable, Malfoy.” “I prefer drop-dead gorgeous,” she retorted, but she felt her cheeks warm up at his words. Was she embarrassed? Granger grinned, putting a hand out of his pocket to glance at his watch. “Hey, if you have time, do you want to ditch the driver and have tea or something?” She faked a gasp. “Are you asking me out, Mr Hermes Granger?” “I am, actually. What are you going to do about it?” His sudden drop in octave made Dracaena’s heart quicken. Where was the swot that she used to tease back in boarding school? “You’re a poet, aren’t you, Hermes?” she drawled his name slowly. She knew he loved it. “I’m a very high-maintenance woman. If you’re not going to court me formally, I think I deserve at least a haiku.” Hermes’s shoulders shook as he let out another pleasing chuckle. “Alright.” “I’m waiting.” Granger cleared his throat mockingly, the smile on his face never fading. He recited an on-the-spot haiku that flooded Dracaena’s stomach with butterflies, “Don’t want to sound coy, Can I have your heart, Malfoy? This is not a ploy.” It was honestly terrible, but no one had ever made a haiku for her. He made her smile, and that was what was important for her. “For ten million pounds, my heart is yours, Granger.” Dracaena felt her phone buzzing inside her Hermes Birkin handbag. She definitely did not have the time, but a good-looking man just asked her out, and she wasn’t going to let her driver mess up a date. “Cash only.”

[russian-ghost-blog]

Task 2 Fire

Demyan walked down the dark corridor and kicked open the maintenance door the led to a stair well. One of the good things about these ritzy hotels was that the sight of maintenance and cleaners using the same elevator as them seemed to freak them out and so there was always a quick escape for people like him if they used the maintenance entrance to go where he needed. All he needed was an electronic key pick. An additional advantage was that these hallways never had the same amount of security so he could slip in do his job and slip back out with a body. All he would have to do was maybe pay off someone.

 As an added bonus for this job was that all eyes were on the bushfires that were raging nearby so no one noticed that a man entered the room and slipped back out with a heavy sack being carried over his shoulder.

 His job was simple, for a pay out of one million dollars all he had to do was kill a man that had slipped through the court system. A CEO was embezzling money and had saved enough that he was able to corrupt the company’s lawyers into representing him instead of the company. Needless to say the company lost and the man got away but for those that were in the know, there were ways to get even and this is where he came into it. An encrypted line, a message left at a brothel, a discrete message left at a brothel and a meeting in the back room. An agreement of seventy five percent up front and the rest to be wired when the job was done.

 Pretty easy for someone who had been doing this sort of thing all of his life

 Stepping out into the dry heat, casually walked over his van and opened the side door, dumping the body into a chest and closing the lid, adding a pad lock. Nothing suss, if anyone stopped him they would just assume that it had his cleaning tools in the chest. They were only half right which was what would amuse him the most.

Closing the door hard, he paused for a moment as the sound of sirens echoed through the air and he turned his brown gaze towards the entrance and  watched enchanted as the red fire trucks sped by. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind where they were heading.

 For anyone in his line of work, natural disasters were seen as a blessing, easier to dump bodies.

 And that was why he was now driving alone a parallel line to the fire trucks had just taken and another reason why he had Russian heavy metal music blazing at full ball, to drown out the sounds of the muffled screams that were coming out of the locked chest.

 He had to take a detour, had to stay off the main roads, had to try and figure out a way to get into the fire zone before they were closed off. But he had come prepared all he had to do was study the weather maps and work out which was they wind was blowing and how it was going to affect the blazing zone. His best bet would be to get in front of it and then help it out a little bit. So what if a couple of people are going to lose their homes in the chaos, the first was going to move in that direction anyway…. Sooner or later that is.

 After driving for half an hour he was well within the fire zone and he pulled her van up beside some nice and healthy pine, plenty of undergrowth on the ground which would only make it better for his plan. Stepping out into the crunching leaves he walked around to the side of the van and opened the door, before he opened the chest he opened a black bag and pulled out a needle and a small vial. Filling the needle up with the sedative he then opened the chest and before the man had a chance to get use to the sudden light and jabbed the needle deep into the neck of his victim and presses the plunger down. Within seconds and right before his very eyes, the fight left the corrupt CEO and the body went limp. Not dead, just sedated. You had to be careful about technicalities like that, just so that everything added up in the autopsy.

 Demyan carefully pulled the slumped body out of the trunk and stripped him out of his high priced Prada suit and pulled on some orange overalls. He then through a fire fighters helmet on the ground and dumped the body against a tree. Stepping back he looked at the scene and to anyone’s eye it will look like that the man had simply slumped over, but the big picture was going to be another story. He could see the headline now. “Fallen hero trying to stop deadly fire.” It would be a real tear jerker because the body will be so badly burnt that there will be no chance for DNA or finger prints, nothing more but a charred shell.

 Empty and lifeless.

 Succumbed to smoke inhalation.

 Pulling out his encrypted phone he took a pick and sent it his client.

 It would be a series of web articles that describes the devastation of out of control bushfires on the environment and the human population. It will cover everything from the rise of salinity and erosion due to the lost of the plants root system and human devastation.

 Demyan smirked as the articles where pretty much writing himself as he walked over to a patch of foliage and crouched down. He pulled out some broken glass from his pocket and scattered it amoungst the dead leaves then went back to his van and pulled out a low tech piece of equipment. With a bit of a spring in his step he walked back over to the broken glass and placed the magnifying glass over it. He adjusted the tilt of the glass until the sun’s rays were magnified enough that the leaves started to smoke, and then sprang into little flames. He stood back as he watched the flames quickly spread and climb into the dehydrated pines.

 Demyan only left when it became too difficult to breath.

 The best thing about the Cali fires was the pine forests.

 Pine burns hotter than any other wood.

 The trick with natural disasters was to get in front of them and make sure your victim was still alive so that Mother Nature was the real killer.

 The body would just be another statistic.

 A smile spread across his lips as he got into his van and drove away

 Job completed.

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Prada bag base shaper

Using the pockets available in the purse is not recommended as your pen or any lipstick can provide a stain that can't be washed. It's hard for a woman to walk out of their home without some bag essentials so it's best to put money into maintenance products like a prada base shaper. Here are some good options.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SOLD!! Prada 2008 PinksPurples/Leather-GabardineNylon ruffle tote/Cards/duster.