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fizzyxcustard · 2 years

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Covert Eyes (11)

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland)

Warnings: Stalking behaviour, anxiety, language, sexual references.

Summary: Lucas takes notice of a young woman, Amy, but his obsession and want to get to know her begin to spiral out of control.

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At six weeks into the relationship, Amy and Lucas were practically living together at her flat. Her wardrobe now housed a fair few strips of his clothes, and his toiletries were now lined up in the bathroom on her cabinet. He even had his own mug, one that he had chosen from the huge collection of Disney ones. It was a Grumpy the Dwarf mug, of which Amy had laughed at when he initially chose it.

“Come on, though. It’s the furthest thing from you,” Amy chuckled.

“Well, how come you have it? It’s hardly you either.”

“He gets such a bad rep, so I brought it because I feel bad for him.”

Lucas raised his eyebrow and chuckled at her.

“Stop mocking me,” Amy said, nudging him with her arm.

“I’m not mocking you.” Lucas caught her with his arm and pulled her to him. He looked down at her, his eyes smouldering in his want of her.

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Two weeks had passed now since Jonathan had buzzed Amy at her flat block. And gradually she had begun to return to her normal activity, meaning that Lucas had reluctantly agreed to not meet her from work or escort her in. Amy had been adamant that she would not continue to allow Lucas to ‘baby’ her and cause potentially problems with his own work.

One Wednesday evening as Amy slipped out of work and made her way down a quiet street, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. Her heart raced and the hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention, pushing her to carry on at a slightly faster pace.

“Hey, bitch.”

A rod of ice splintered through Amy’s spine as she immediately recognised who the owner of that voice was. “L…leave me a….alone, Jonathan. Please.” She never turned, but instead carried on walking. “I don’t wany any bother. Please leave me alone.”

“I only want to talk,” Jonathan hissed, and then grabbed her arm, spinning her around.

Amy gasped, and felt tears begin to well in her eyes. Her whole body remained still, frozen in her heightened fight or flight response. Adrenaline was burning in her veins.

Jonathan grinned at her perversely. “Oh, come on. I won’t hurt you. I think you’re overreacting a little bit.”

“Please, just leave me alone.” Amy couldn’t even bring herself to look him in the eye; she was too terrified. Her green gaze remained locked on the pavement beneath her feet.

“Are you okay there?” a voice came from behind. A young man, who looked no older than late twenties could see plainly that Amy was very distressed. He stepped up towards the spectacle that was taking place in the street.

“Mind your own business, pal,” Jonathan growled.

“I was asking her, not you,” the stranger replied back angrily.

Amy looked up at the stranger, a tall man with dark hair and black rimmed glasses, reminding her a little of Clark Kent. Maybe he really was Superman. “Ummm.” The uncertainty in her voice was telling.

“Back off,” Jonathan growled again, standing to his full height against Clark Kent.

Amy took a deep breath and swallowed. “Leave me alone, Jon. I don’t want to talk to you. I’ve already called the police once and they’ll be called again.”

“Bitch,” Jonathan muttered, then he turned and began to walk away, sulking off up the street.

“Thank you,” Amy told the stranger. Tears fell down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.” She rubbed the tears away with the back of her hand, feeling embarrassed. “I’m going to call my boyfriend and see if he can come to me.”

“Do you want me to wait with you? If not, I’d suggest going and waiting in a shop or something where there are plenty of people about, and call the police.”

It didn’t take any more than twenty minutes for Lucas to get across the city to Amy. He pulled up at the kerbside in a black BMW and jumped out. Lucas raced to Amy and took her in his arms. “I’m taking you home and staying with you.” Then he spotted the stranger waiting next to Amy. “Thank you, mate. I appreciate it. Did he touch her?”

“I saw him grab her arm when I was further back up the street. I could see she was uncomfortable.”

Lucas took Amy back to her flat, noticing how quiet she was, until she finally spoke. “I’m sorry to pull you out of work again.”

“Fuck work. Seriously, Amy, what is wrong with this guy?” Lucas hissed.

“Please go back to work. I’ll be fine on my own inside,” Amy told him.

“You know I’m not doing that.”

Inside the flat and Amy sat down on the sofa and fell into a bout of weeping. She rocked back and forth, sobbing and asking why he couldn’t leave her alone.

In a fit of rage, Lucas pulled his phone out of his back pocket and rang the number which he had been waiting to have reason to use. He listened to the dial tone for a few seconds, before a man answered.

“I know where you live, Jonathan. You stay the fuck away from Amy! If you don’t then I’ll come after you,” Lucas shouted.

“Who the fuck is this?” Jonathan spat.

“You don’t need to know who this is. But I very much know who you are. Leave her the fuck alone otherwise you’ll have me coming after you, and it won’t end well.”

Lucas ended the call, threw his phone on the coffee table and sat down beside Amy, pulling her into his arms. “I’ve got you. I won’t let him hurt you, I swear,” Lucas told her, kissing her head for reassurance. “He fucking dares…”

Amy held Lucas as tight as she could. “Please make him stop.”

A short while later and Lucas lay with Amy on her bed, holding her from behind. He kept telling her that it would be okay as he listened to her sob into the pillow. It didn’t seem to matter how much he tried to reassure her, Amy still continued sobbing. And for this, Jonathan would pay.

Once Amy was asleep, having drifted off in a sea of tears, Lucas kissed her one last time on the head and shifted out of the bed. He pulled on his shoes and jacket, then snuck out of the flat, borrowing Amy’s key which she left on the kitchen table. Lucas let himself out into the mild evening air and got into the car which he still had from work, the vehicle in which his team believed he was currently deployed in. Instead, he had snuck back to Amy’s flat to be with her at her most vulnerable time.

Lucas pulled up outside another block of flats, similar to Amy’s, but three miles away. The flats looked ordinary, lived in. Jonathan lived on the second floor in a two-bedroom flat with his disabled mother. Lucas looked at his watch, just after eleven.

Up on the second floor of the block, Lucas knocked on the door which belonged to Jonathan Simmons.

There was a shuffle from inside and the bark of a dog, which was then followed by a deep voice telling the animal to shut up. The hallway light came on, illuminating through the frosted glass of the door.

“Can I help you?” Jonathan asked.

Lucas immediately felt his blood boil upon the sight of the arsehole, and grabbed his throat. “You come anywhere near her again, and I’ll kill you. Do you understand? I have ways of making it look like an accident. Touch her and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”

Jonathan’s eyes were wide and his hands were gripping Lucas’, trying to get him to let go. But it was all futile. Lucas had a strong grip and a strong resolve.

Lucas kept tightening his grip, feeling the anger rage. No one would ever dare upset Amy. No one. But the realisation of his actions soon flicked on, surging forward through the anger. And he let go of Jonathan.

The man dropped backwards and coughed, holding his throat. He muttered incoherent words, which were lost as Lucas disappeared into the night.

Amy heard the familiar rattle of a key in the lock of her front door. She pulled herself up from the bed, a migraine beginning in her temples. It was thumping in time with her heartbeat and was slowly shifting to behind her eyes. As she blinked, growing accustomed to the darkness, flashing lights flickered back and forth across her vision.

Lucas entered the bedroom, her door creaking as he came inside.

“Where did you go?” Amy asked, looking up to see the dark form of Lucas enter the room. Instinct told her where he had been, but she wanted to hear him say it, and admit to it.

“It doesn’t matter where I went.”

“Yes, it does matter. You went to Jonathan’s, didn’t you?” Amy reached across and flicked on the lamp, immediately grimacing as the light caused pain to shoot through her brow and before her eyes. “Lucas, tell me the truth.”

“Yes, I went to his flat. And I told him that if he comes near you again then I’ll kill him.”

“Why did you look him up?” Amy asked. “You must have looked up his details to get his address. Why are you doing all of this?”

Lucas approached Amy and looked down at her, his face full of frustration. “If you had the resources to find the information out regarding someone who was tormenting the person you love, wouldn’t you look it up? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t, Aim.”

“Let the police do their job.”

Lucas scoffed. “They do nothing!”

“Lucas, please. Just leave it. You could get in trouble for looking stuff up like this. And I don’t want you getting in trouble at work because of me. I’m not worth that.”

Amy watched as Lucas sat down beside her and took her hand in his, then placed a gentle kiss on her lips. They kissed for a few seconds, and then Amy pulled away, sighing.

“I’d do anything for you. You know that,” Lucas began, his voice almost a whisper. His ice blue gaze was locked on her with such intensity. “Let me look after you. That’s all I want to do.”

“How much do you know about him? How deep did you look? Lucas, please just tell me. You knew what he looked like when I went out with him, so you’ve been looking at him for some time. Why? Is he linked to something you’re working on? Or is this all to do with me?”

Amy watched Lucas’ gaze slip as she asked the last question. And it was then that she knew.

“It’s me, isn’t it? You were watching Jonathan the night that I went out with him. Have you been checking up on me as well? How did you even know that I was seeing him that night?”

“Amy, please don’t.” Lucas hung his head. Shit! She was digging now. And it was enough to bury him completely.

“Why did you feel the need to do all of that?”

“To make sure you were safe. I started caring for you quite a while before anything ever happened between us. Is it so wrong to want to look out for you?”

“Spying on me is, yes. Looking at information about me that you didn’t even need to be looking at,” Amy replied. She got up from the bed and turned around to face the window. Could she really turn away from him now? After everything that they had built up to; the vetting, him telling her about his job. Judging by the fact that he hadn’t even denied any of the activities meant that she knew now with almost complete certainty that he had been watching her for some time.

Lucas stood behind her, his body touching hers. He brushed his hands down her upper arms and sighed. “I love you. I can’t be any more direct and honest than that. Everything I’ve done and the lines I crossed were only to protect you.”

Amy turned and looked at him, her heart overwhelmed in her love for this man. Rationally, she knew that he had crossed a line, and that action was wrong. But her heart would not stop yearning for him. His words only made her want him more. To be loved, desired and treasured in such a way, had always been something she dreamed of. Her eyes were filling with tears and she swallowed hard. “I know in my mind rationally that what you did was wrong, but I can’t find it in my heart to hold it against you.” Her gaze searched for his, and she placed her hand against his cheek.

“When I first met you, Aim, you were closed off to me. This was my way of opening that door, helping things along.”

“Because look at you, Lucas. A man like you wouldn’t normally want a woman like me, and that was why I shut myself down…”

“Stop it!” Lucas snapped. “You’re doing it again. I don’t get why you think I’m so special in the looks stake and that you don’t deserve love in your life. Adam fucked you up emotionally and I don’t want to keep being blamed. He lost you, and now that I have you, I want to treat you in the way you should be treated. But you won’t let me.”

“I know I’m fucked up,” Amy sobbed. “I know that. Maybe that was why I didn’t want to get close to you in the first place, so then you’d have to see this.”

“And I’m not fucked up? The one who keeps waking up in a cold sweat in the dead of night? You still have this idea in your head that I’m somehow out of reach. Aim, I’m right here. I’m standing eye to eye with you.”

“Even though you’re considerably taller than me?” Amy giggled.

“Oh well, that aside. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” Lucas took Amy into his arms again and held her, the two of them silent.

I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you. Lucas’ mind told him. I’ve never been able to hold on to anything, but I promise that I will with you.

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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🧡 Dinosaur (Dayasco) - Winter

a/n: it's been a hot minute since i've posted here but i wanted to submit something for the fic challenge so here we are, this is for the hurt/comfort category, also bosco uses she/they pronouns and daya is written to be autistic based on my own experience with autism

light tw for descriptions of sensory overload/a meltdown,

ao3 link

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Daya burrowed herself under her blanket, letting out a whine when Bosco attempted to pull it back to see her face.

Everything was too loud, the light was buzzing, and she could hear people stomping down the hallway and shouting like other people didn’t live there. The clothes on her skin felt itchy as if the fibers were trying to scratch her skin off. Her brain was hazy and yet attuned to everything all at once, any attempt to speak was too painful, her chest clenching with every breath.

With a groan, Daya poked a hand out of the blanket and pointed at her wardrobe, tossing her shirt to the floor with a whimper to clue Bosco in on what she wanted

They stared for a second, processing whatever the hell that could possibly mean before realising she wanted something more comfortable. Glancing at her wardrobe one thing stuck out, the bright yellow hoodie she always wore. They pulled it down, careful not to rattle the hangers too much, and slowly walked over to Daya’s bed, flicking the light switch off as they moved past it, much to Daya’s relief.

Bosco sat on the side of her bed, trying her best not to nudge Daya, and slipped the hoodie under the blanket, stifling a laugh as it was quickly snatched inside like a distrusting animal taking food from a trap. Watching the Daya shaped lump under the blanket wriggle around to get the hoodie on and not leave her safe place was entertaining. Bosco also slipped her phone under, dimming the screen so it wouldn’t strain her eyes.

Their phone buzzed beside them with a text:

Daya💛: thank you <3

“You’re welcome.”

Daya💛: please text, i can’t deal with noise right now

Bosco: okay, what do you need babe?

Daya💛: can you pass me one of the chocolate milks in my drawer, my sugars low

Bosco: delivery time for betty!

Daya let out a slight giggle at that, Bosco let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, relieved she was feeling okay enough to laugh.

They stayed by her side, letting Daya decompress in silence, slipping her some snacks whenever she asked. Daya felt herself calming down, craving Bosco’s arms around her more than ever.

Daya💛: come under the blanket

Bosco slowly lifted the blanket, feeling the taller girl reach for her the second she got close to pull her under, wrapping her arms around their waist and leaning her head on their chest. Bosco wrapped their arms around Daya, smiling to themself as she curled further into them.

After a few minutes, Daya prodded Bosco’s hand, dragging it up to the top of her head with a pleading look in her eyes that could melt anyone. They slowly ran their fingers through her hair, feeling Daya let out a content sigh and letting her eyes flutter shut. She let out a pleased hum as they continued, the corners of her lips flicking up ever so slightly when Bosco pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Are you feeling better now?”

Daya blinked at Bosco, pondering the question before giving a shrug in response. She’d spent the better part of an hour with them and it had helped but that didn’t entirely lift the heavy weight that made itself at home in her chest. Something still clenched at her no matter how safe and comfortable she knew she was with them.

“I have an idea, you gotta let me go, though.”

Daya huffed at that, but let Bosco slip out of her arms with a pout. They couldn’t help but pull her into a gentle kiss at that, her face too cute to leave alone.

“I swear to god if you tell anyone about this-” They muttered, watching Daya prop herself up against the bed to get a better view of whatever was about to unfold, starting to smile as Bosco shook their head and wondered if this would even work.

They put their arms close to their body, mimicking a t-rex before starting.

“Rawr! I’m a dinosaur! Rawr!” Bosco got more into character the longer she went on, hunching over to add to the realism, waving her arms as Daya started to grin.

That look was worth the embarrassment, seeing her eyes crinkle with how hard she was grinning, knowing that the loving look in her eyes was reserved only for them.

“Raaawwwrrr!! I have feathers so really I should be squawking. Rawr? Caw?” That part made Daya giggle, once she started it was too hard to stop. She watched Bosco stomp around in a game of pretend and only started to laugh hard when they kept going, crouching to the ground to let out a roar before continuing to walk back and forth like a creature.

Bosco couldn’t help but smile as her laugh grew louder, developing into a full-blown cackle, her eyes starting to tear up from how hard she was laughing. They walked closer to her, still hunched over and in character before whispering something in the blonde’s ear.

“Rawr.”

Daya launched forward all of a sudden, catching the raven-haired girl off guard, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close once again.

“Are you the asteroid?” Daya nodded, flipping Bosco over to lay herself directly on top of them, peppering their face with kisses as they wheezed out a laugh.

“I don’t think this is how the dinosaurs went extinct, Betty Bear.” They teased, poking her cheek as Daya scrunched up her face.

“It’s how the Boscosaur went extinct.” Her voice was quiet from the lack of use, but Daya giggled as she spoke, returning to kissing every inch of Bosco’s face as she

“The Boscosaur? I’ll take it.” They grinned at the nickname, watching Daya’s face change into one of pure loving adoration as she looked at them. Bosco felt the heat rising to her face as they stayed in that position, Daya hovering barely an inch away from her face, absolutely able to feel the way her heart was racing at the close contact.

“I love you, my Boscosaur.”

“I love you too, Dayasaur.”

Daya let out another giggle at that, pressing a kiss to Bosco’s lips before leaning her head back down onto their chest and pulling the blanket back over them. Bosco let her eyes flutter shut, tired out from the charades and letting the euphoria of being so close to someone she loved wash over her, glad she could help her feel better. Stroking Daya’s hair, she heard the blonde’s breathing even out and let herself fall asleep too.

God, she loved that girl.

#rpdr fanfiction #bosco x daya #bosco #daya betty #hurt/comfort #fluff #lesbian au #s14 #college au #fic challenge #pride 2022 #winter #concrit welcome #tw meltdown

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hepaidattention · 1 year

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Ur post about jjs style reminds me that on season 3 jjs outfits were a bit more reflective of his life situation. the shirts were mostly the ones he has gotten from past jobs so those were given to him as part of the uniform and the same old two washed out and broken shorts. his best outfit in the season was his outfit on 305 (and i think that’s because he was going to see kiara at his parents house) and the one at the ceremony of course because he finally has clothes he can buy for himself that are well fitted and matches his personal style. for s4 i imagine his style still pretty similar with the cargo pants and boots but brand new and some cool jackets with his brand new bike.

I noticed this season that kiaras outfits were a little bit more romantic while still keeping her earthy color palette. her outfits used to be a little bit more easy going and edgier like she would throw the outfit she found first but this season there’s a lot more thought into her outfits. they were more elaborated and so were her hairstyles so this is me just imagining kiara in front of her mirror making an effort in her outfits because she’ll be seeing jj like any teenager in love would be. her little outfit on 304 was so cute and so was her hairstyle and i just imagine her picking it specifically to go see him. there were a lot of romantic looks for her this season because it matches her state of mind. her outfit on the finale? so cute. on s4 i would actually imagine kiara following the same romantic and grown up looks but keeping that edgy style and earthy color palette. i want to see kiara in cute summer dresses. more of her in cute little hairstyles. i think it will match her since she’s in love and w the person she loves and saving her pretty little turtles.

AND, I would love for s4 to bring back midsummer celebration so we get jj in a suit dancing with kiara in a beautiful dress with a flower crown in her hair. PLEASE —

anon you just made me think about JJ looking in his closet, trying to think of the best articles of clothing he had to wear at the Carrera’s because he wanted to make a good impression 😭 I can't I'm crying because they still treated him like garbage 😭

okay YES Kie literally dressed so freaking cute this season and I completely agree, I think it was the wardrobe department trying to get across her state of mind. she dressed up for JJ without a DOUBT and it's just so precious 😭 after a month of living on an island with him, wearing the same dirty clothes every day, desperately needing a shower, she finally got to look cute and dress up for him. even though she knew she didn't have to to get his attention or something, she just wanted to look cute for him because she loves him and it's 🥺 they're precious.

I would do absolutely anything for JJ and Kie to go together to the Midsummer celebration, Kie stunning and JJ not being able to keep his eyes off her, JJ looking all handsome and putting in effort in a suit for her because he wants her parents to like him, but also for HIM because he's never got to dress nice and go to one of these things before. And he hates it, really, because all the Kooks still hate him and he hates them, but he's there for Kie and they dance like precious beans and 🥺 and a Kook tries to start a fight with JJ and John B comes in to back home up but JJ insists they let it go and just leave because he doesn't want to make a scene for Kie 🥺

there's actually a fic I absolutely love about them going to the Midsummer after they finally get the gold, in between the time jump, and it's perfection. lmk and I can send you the link to it.

I seriously am so excited to see how the writers go with the direction of JJs character in how he deals with having so much money now. He's made comments in the show about going full Kook, so I'm curious to see if they'll keep him the same with the attitude of "I'm a Pogue I only need the necessities" or if they'll have him overspend and have absolutely everything he wants because he seriously just can. Someone in severe poverty like him to transition to filthy rich can be a really interesting concept for the writers to focus on. Poverty is traumatizing and can create very interesting mindsets with money.

#anon #ask and ill answer #obx #jj maybank #obx s4 #ask anon

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randomquietkid · 2 years

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"Surfboards and Sketchbooks" pt2

(If you haven't read part one of surfboards and sketchbooks please read it before you can find it on my page. Sorry I don't have a masterlist with all my fics yet, I can't figure out how to change the name on the links and I don't have that many posted. This part accidentally kinda turned into an all about me so you get to learn a little about me. If you want me to change some of the things because it is too personal and isn't varied enough I can totally do that. I'm pretty sure I'll be doing another part and I know what it will basically be talking about but I don't know what will happen so who knows I might have a fourth part too. I do think this part was a little all over the place and I don't like it as much as the first part so sorry If it disappointed some of y'all cause I think I could have done better.If you enjoy don't be afraid to send in requests there is a pinned post on my page of all the characters I would write about)

Trigger warnings: none. Probably cursing

Enjoy <3

Y/n POV:

I walked into school with my music blasting in my ears. I was listening to Alec Benjamin. As I looked around I saw that pretty much everyone looked the same. Tan, blond or brown haired, and a Summer wardrobe. Me on the other hand pale, brown hair and graphic tees, flannel and ripped jeans (I put what I would wear just because it was easier to write but I will change it if any of you would like. Kinda like a description of what I look like though ;) stood out from the crowd. My phone was laying on top of my sketchbook and book (right now I'm reading the Good Girl Complex but you can choose whatever you want) with my wire earbuds out the charger plug. I walked into the office to get my schedule from the front desk lady and saw the guy that I drew at the beach walk out. "JJ not even into first period and your already here" the Lady at the front desk said as she walked back from the printer with my schedule. "Yep. Sorry Mrs. B" he said "Y/n Y/l/n,here's your schedule dear. Have a great first day" she said as she handed me my schedule "thank you" I replied and walked out the office. 𝘑𝘑 was his name. As I made my way to first period from the office I saw JJ look at me walking away. Did he recognize me too, I really hope not.

First period was Social Study's. It was boring. I get the whole "don't want to repeat history" thing but if this generation did anything for history it would be either burn the world down or get so bad that people leave it, probably both. As I drowned out the teacher and started drawing in my sketchbook I heard shuffling next to me and saw 𝗝𝗝 sit in the desk next to me. Fuck. "Well I didn't want to jump right into work so I want everyone to fill out this get to know me worksheet" the teacher explained and many annoyed groans and complaints were verbalized but I just rolled my eyes. What are we 10, my teachers have been giving us that same worksheet since 1st grade. JJ passed me the sheet with a smile and leaned over to whisper " Have you also been doing this sheet on the first day of school for forever" he questioned with a small laugh "yep. Pretty sure they don't even read them just throw them away, basically gives them a free day" I said telling him my theory. He laughed "makes sense. I would" I nodded in agreement. " this may seem weird but, were you the one to sketch me at the beach two weeks ago" JJ asked. Shit he knows. " umm yeah. I'm sorry about my friends" I said apologizing for whatever they did. " don't worry about it, you have real talent. It was amazing"." why thank you" I smiled back at him as I felt my face heat up. Our conversation ended with both of us smiling as I looked at the sheet and saw the same questions as last year. 'What is your favorite food' *favorite food* 'what is your favorite music to listen to' *favorite music* (character playlists. Very hard to choose. Theres sooo many good artists) 'what do you like to do in your free time' *what you like to do* (for character purpose y/n will like drawing/painting and reading) 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔. 'Your favorite show' *your favorite show* 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒/ 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑜𝑛 (I have an unhealthy obsession with sharks thanks to my sister making me watch jaws at the age of six and then i had a really weird dream that got over my fear of sharks) 'favorite movie' 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑐𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, 𝑗𝑎𝑤𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑔, 𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 'favorite summer memory' 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑥𝑒𝑠 *what you did* (I did go to a concert and a lot of book stores but summer isn't over yet where I'm from) 'favorite color' 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 * your favorite color* (black or greens) 'do you have any pets' 𝑛𝑜 *your pets if you have any* (I kinda forgot what else were on those sheets so that's all and I have two dogs) 'dinggggg' finally class was over. "As you get ready to leave put your papers on my dest, I can't wait to read them" our teacher said. Me and JJ gave each other a look and both laughed a little as I bet he thought about what I said earlier. I got up and put the paper on the teachers desk and left the classroom. As I put my earbuds back in and pulled out my schedule to see where I was supposed to be next I felt a someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw JJ behind me playing with his rings and his friends by the staircase doing a horrible job at trying not to watch whatever was about to happen. "Hi" "hi" "umm so I was wondering if you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch" he asked "yeah I would love to" "awesome" I laughed a little and he smiled "what's your next class so I know where to pick you up from" he asked "wow such a gentleman, umm I have *blah blah blah*" he smiled and said "really, me too. Well actually all of my friends and me do" "that's great. Do you mind walking me I have no idea where I'm going" I asked as I put

My schedule in my back pocket. "Yep no problem" he said leading me to his friends. "Y/n this is John B, Pope and Kiara" JJ said as he introduced his friends "hi" I said and they all waved. "Y/n has the same class as us next and she doesn't know where to go so she's walking with us" he explained to his friends and the nodded and started leading the way. I got a little distracted when my earbuds got tangled in the swirl of my sketchbook as I tried to untangle them I heard John B ask JJ "sooo definitely don't have a crush on her" not convinced. I heard him wince because JJ elbowed him in the ribs "shup up. And I don't know but shut the fuck up I don't want her to hear you" JJ said. I laughed a little at his antics. When we got into *blah blah blah* classroom JJ and his friends sat towards the back, as the sat down I almost sat in a seat towards the side of the classroom with the door but JJ patted the seat next to me implying me to sit there. I gave him a 'are you sure' look and he nodded. "You sure" I asked again once I sat down. "Positive" he replied smiling.

As the teacher went on about some of the class rules and units and shit I started drawing a little alien dude in the corner of my sketchbook as I felt a piece of paper hit my hand. I looked over and saw a crumbled up piece of paper on my desk and I saw a smirking JJ next to me. I opened it to read it and it said "go on a date with me Saturday" with two boxes below one with yes one with no. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I read that. I checked the yes box and gave it back to JJ. I looked over at him to see his reaction, he had smiled really big. That made me smile. So we were just some idiots smiling in the back of the classroom as the teacher explained rules. But I didn't care, even though i don't know the kid I'm freaking out about our 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 Saturday.

#jj x reader #JJ #obx jj x reader #obx netflix #obx fic #maybank #jj fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #made by myself #part 2 #Surfboards and sketchbooks #Surfboards and sketchbooks pt2

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crazyblondelife · 2 years

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The Best of Spring Fashion + A Question

I haven’t done a fashion roundup in quite some time, but since it is now officially summer, I thought I would share a few of my favorite looks from spring, most of which will go right into summer, or at least some of the elements of each outfit! And…after all, having versatile pieces in our wardrobes is what it’s all about!

It’s finally really quiet around here, with the exception of three crazy dogs. Actually, as we speak, there are 4 dogs in our backyard. This morning, we looked out the window because Amos and Dash were barking their heads off and there, right outside the gate, was a little dog, without a leash or an owner. He just stood there like he wanted to come in, so Baldy let him in the gate and in an instant he was fast friends with our dogs…including John Wayne, who had decided he wanted to come out and join the fun.

Baldy put fliers out on the telephone poles around the neighborhood and posted on Facebook, but so far, we have no idea where this pup belongs. If you’re local and have any idea, please let me know because we do not need or want 4 dogs!

Now…for the question…

Part of the reason I’m not posting on this blog more often is because social media is such a beast and I feel that I’m always coming up with something for Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, and now, Tiktok. It’s so much work and I’m wondering…how many of you would rather see a blog post than a post on social media? My blog is my first love and I would really much rather write a blog post 4 or 5 times a week and let my social media go just a bit. Also, I’ve started my coaching business and it is keeping me busy in addition to the Project 50 Day Challenge that I’m doing. I would really appreciate if you could leave a comment below and let me know what you would rather see from me? Now…on to the outfits!

My complete obsession with Ulla Johnson continues to grow with every season! I cannot get enough of all of it, but unfortunately, my budget says I have plenty! This pink top is my latest purchase and it’s going to be on heavy rotation all summer long. It looks great with white jeans, but also looks amazing with brown wide leg pants and shorts. I plan on styling it several different ways!

There are so many iterations of this classic look and it will never go out of style. The Gucci sandals (similar and less expensive here) and orange Chloe bag give white jeans and a striped sweater a trendy update.

I decided to mix up a pair of distressed jeans with patent leather pumps, a striped blouse and white bag. The only new piece in this look are the jeans.

This outfit is completely made up of closet basics with the exception of the bag and jewelry. Every closet should have nude sandals, white jeans, a black tank and a denim jacket. The pearl bracelet and necklace are by French Kande!

This picture is one I stole from a video I was making in my bedroom. I absolutely love this look and had to share it.

Last summer, I looked everywhere for a bucket hat but had no luck finding one that fit my head. This year, I found this one by Eric Javits and I’m loving it! It’s perfect for the beach and adds an element of interest to a summer outfit! My pants are Citizens of Humanity from last year (I’ve linked similar) and my tank is by Michael stars and comes in several different colors. The cropped style of this tank is perfect with high waisted pants. I’ve added my Sam Edelman shoes to complete the look!

The star of this outfit is my cute summer bag from Modus Rio!

This is the cutest romper from Cabana Life…it’s great worn as is or over a swimsuit!

Another classic look featuring my favorite skinny jeans by Veronica Beard!

This look is actually from last fall, but I posted it on my Instagram and had so many requests that I reposted it here with the identical jeans from Moussy Vintage!

I hope you’ve enjoyed this post! Please take a minute and leave a comment about your preference…blog or Instagram and other social media! It would mean the world to me! Also…I’m including a boutique below with the items from this post…just in case!

#fashion #spring fashion #best of spring 2022

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hisunshiine · 3 years

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kim taehyung masterlist

↳ back to main masterlist

an: i wanted to get the story links to you, but the page isn’t all pretty like the others. please enjoy while i work on it.

KEY: (drabbles under 1k, oneshot over 1k)

✓- complete

✎ - in progress

🔞 - 18+

🌧 - angst

⛅️ - angst with happy end

✨ - fluff

😏 - smut

🏆 - favorite

📹 CamBoy Tae | series ✓ 🔞 😏🌧✨⛅️

Taehyung x Reader — Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene.

⛪️ Last Day To Say It | twoshot ✓ 🔞 😏🌧✨⛅️

Taehyung x Reader — “if the world was ending, you’d come over right?” actually based on the song 2012 by chris brown but those lyrics are fitting.

❤️‍🩹The Color of Breakups & Makeups | twoshot ✓ 🔞✨⛅️

Taehyung x Reader — A poetic two-shot that carries you through the break up and ultimately the make up with BTS member Kim Taehyung.

💝 Feels | oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏 ✨🏆

Taehyung x Reader — inspired by one of my favorite favorite love songs, F E E L S by Safety Suit. You’re a little insecure, but Tae helps calm your fears.

🚘 Driving Me Needy| oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏 ✨

Taehyung x Reader — being bratty drives Taehyung crazy, your just a needy little baby, aren’t you?

👯‍♀️ double the trouble | oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏 ✨🏆

Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook x OC— your boyfriend decides on a pretty decent punishment when he catches you talking about his bandmate in a sexual way online, giving in to your fantasy just enough to sate the hunger for your other bias and to quell his jealousy. it’s that much more fun that said bandmate is punishing your friend for the same thing…in the same bed…right in front of you.

🛼 Skate Night at DreamGlow | oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏 🏆

Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook — Taehyung has always been attracted to you, his best friend’s girlfriend. You can’t lie, you also find him attractive. So when Jungkook invites Tae to experience how much of a good girl you are, he doesn’t refuse.

🕺🏻 Disco Night at DreamGlow | oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏

Tae x Reader x Namjoon — It’s the late 70′s & DreamGlow is the most hip Disco Club in town, and you can’t take your eyes off of the reigning king or the DJ.

🧛🏻 Everlast | series [2/?] 🔞 😏 ⛅️

Taehyung x Reader — You seek out an Everlast that you have fallen for in the hopes that he can stop you from turning 30 & make you his forever.

Taehyung x OC — Kim Taehyung, the Lord of Aeternalis, is injured on a hunt to protect his town. Extreme measures are taken to save his life, but at the cost of everything he loves.

🏎 lube job | oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏✨

Taehyung x Reader — Your late father taught you and your ex everything you know about motorcycles. Tonight, you have to make him proud and beat your ex for the grand prize. Your future—and heart—depend on it.

⛓ primal | oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏 ✨🏆

Taehyung x Reader — Kim Taehyung, or Vante, is the famous photographer that KimHit manages and it’s well known that he’s eccentric. After you become his, you find out the lengths that his—and your—primal tastes go.

🗡 Daechwita | oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏

Taehyung x Reader ft. Yoongi— Your boyfriends use their built up excitement post-concert just for you, and like the good girl you are, you take it all.

🍿 Movie Night | oneshot ✓ 🔞 😏

Taehyung x Reader ft. Jimin — Your best friends have never reacted to your purposeful wardrobe choices for weekly movie night, due to Jimin’s fear of ruining the friend group, until Taehyung takes matters into his own hands.

🛌 One step at a time | oneshot ✓ 🔞 ✨ 😏 ⛅️

Taehyung x Reader (x Namjoon) — Your best friend finally admits his feelings when he witnesses your ex leave your apartment.

🎂 I thought you couldn’t make it | drabble ✓ 🔞 😏✨

Taehyung x Reader — A birthday drabble for our winter bear

📲 Come to me| drabble ✓ 🔞 😏 ✨

Taehyung x Reader — coming soon

#kim taehyung masterlist #hisunshiine writings

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rarephloxes · 3 years

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elucienweek, flower prompt.

sorry girls!!! I’m late!! Hope it still counts though :)))))))

for @elucienweek <3

rating: G

wc: ≈3.3k

warnings: none!! they just go on a date!!! and bring each other flowers!!

psa: my first language is Portuguese! And this is also the first thing I’ve even written and posted! Ever! So, I’m nervous!! Lol! Enjoy!! Also: outfits link at the bottom!!

~*~

Elain flitted through her bedroom excitedly, her nerves jittery and drowned in thoughts of the day she was about to have.

“But what do you think I should wear?” Elain asked her sister, Feyre, who was just a laughing face in the screen of her phone.

“Put me on FaceTime,” Elain’s phone speaker told her “I’ll help you pick.”

“Can you add Nesta to the call, please?” Elain asked, eyeing the clothes hanging in her wardrobe confusedly, brows wrinkled.

With a sigh, she sat down at her vanity, the gleaming glass of her perfumes and pretty makeup containers beckoning her.

Feyre’s laughing face, a picture taken by Rhys, her sister’s husband, winked out to be quickly replace by Feyre's and Nesta’s profile pictures.

(Elain knew she ought to be used to the fact that her sister was wed, for she had gone to her wedding wearing a beautiful pink dress matching the few other bridesmaids. She had even danced with Rhysand’s broody brother, Azriel, and overall had a great deal of time, but it was still weird thinking of her baby sister as a wedded woman. Who also was, uselessly, trying to pretend not to be pregnant).

“Good morning,” Nesta greeted them, a little bleary eyed “What’s this about?”

“Did you just wake up?” Asked Feyre with a knowing smile on her lips. Elain knew that if said smile was directed to herself, she’d blush. “It’s nearly 3PM,”

“Oh, well,” responded Nesta with a carefully crafted absent-minded smile “You know how Cassian can be... energetic,”

“Nesta!” Elain, despite her best wishes and her sister’s rather tame answer, blushed while applying her mascara “Can we please focus on the matter at hand? I really need some help,”

“And what, exactly, is this matter?” Nesta inquired.

“It’s Elain’s third date with Mr. Mystery Man,” Feyre slightly static voice answered. Elain’s phone had never been quite the same after she accidentally potted and watered it with one of her apartment plants.

“Oh! I didn’t know you and MMM had gotten to the third date phase!” Nesta replied with a note of enthusiasm, the buzz of a coffeemaker as her background noise “A rather early time of day for a third date, though, isn’t it?”

Elain bristled slightly, but Feyre answered first “It’s a picnic date, Nesta. It wouldn’t be the same if was later. And besides, it’ll be just the right time for they to see the sunset,” Feyre frowned “Did you really just wake up?”

“I was taking a nap,” Nesta supplied with her mouth hidden by a mug covered in book details, a library’s name scripted around it “What can I say? Cass really wore me out,”

“Girls, please, please, can we stay on topic?” Elain pleaded a little, “I really do need help.”

“Oh, those are lovely lashes, Elain” Feyre praised from where Elain’s phone was propped in her vanity. Elain, now applying her blush until she looked somewhat sunburned, questioned “Do you like it? I glue them underneath my lash line, see? It looks nice, doesn’t it?”

Perhaps sensing the bit of anxiety on her middle sister’s face, Nesta said “It looks beautiful, Elain. MMM will not even know what hit him”.

Smiling at her sister’s compliment, Elain stood up and angled her phone to the side, widening the camera range to the view of her bed and bathroom door.

“So,” Elain started, slightly out of frame as she scoured her clothes for something fitting, “I thought maybe a dress? No pants or shorts because I bought a charcuterie board and really am planning to eat the cake Lu... I mean, Mr. Mystery Man-” Elain stopped herself with a laugh, what a silly nickname, dear Gods. Of course, Feyre would come up with something like that “- is going to bring, so nothing constricting in the belly area,”

“Ooh! I know! What about the white dress? With the blue flower print?” Feyre suggested.

“White? Feyre, a white dress for a picnic? I’m aware you live in a palace and has the wealthiest man in the land of the free to pay for your every wish, but please remember some of us have to do laundry” Nesta said, a laugh woven in her teasing.

Before Feyre could answer, Elain interrupted the seemingly lighthearted argument lest she lost her sisters to an everlasting word brawl “It’s cute, Feyre, you’re right. But, Nesta has a point. I don’t want any grass stains on it.”

“Besides, I thought I could wear my strawberry dress,” Elain said, placing a pink dress in front of her robe clad form.

“Oh, that’s cute,” said Nesta.

“Yeah, really pretty,” agreed Feyre.

“Then why do you both sound so unsure?”

“It’s just that it is a little plain,” Feyre explained carefully.

“It’s a 500-dollar dress,” Elain defended “And it has strawberries in it!”

“Yes, of course,” Nesta complied, “But maybe something with sleeves less... puffy? Or without a childish print?”

Feeling a little defeated, Elain nodded.

Afterward, the pile of clothes on her bed rapidly grew and with it Elain’s anxiety.

“Gods, nothing looks good,” Elain said, hating the whiny tone of her voice.

“Wait, wait!” Nesta startled “What of that sage green dress?”

The little dying light in Elain’s chest glittered.

“The one from Reformation?” Elain asked hangers chiming while she reached for the dress.

“Isn’t it a bit too fancy?” Feyre replied, uncertain.

“He is really well dressed,” mused Elain, looking at herself in the mirror, sage dress draped over her front “So you think this matches well with my white Fendi boots?”

“Won’t the boots be uncomfortable for a sitting on the ground date?” Nesta countered, voice muffled by the running water she was using to rinse her mug, coffee long gone by then.

“Well, I guess,” Elain acceded just as another dress caught her eye, “YES! I think I found the one!”

“Let us see it then!” Feyre asked around a mouthful of something.

“Wait, let me put it one first” said Elain before skittering out of view.

“What are you eating?” asked the corner of Nesta’s face.

“Rhys is doing business with these Belgium people. Very fancy. Particularly important Belgium people,” Feyre’s eyes and forehead answered, “They brought a lot of chocolate,”

“Quite the stereotype,” A pause “Save me some?”

“Sorry, I’m finished with them already.”

“Ok! Grand reveal time!”

Nesta’s side eye and frown disappeared once Elain popped into frame, a soft off-white midi dress with a high neckline and short sleeves now around her body, accentuating the dip of her waist.

“Ooh, I love the slit!”

“Yes! And it’s such a nice print too! The red details go really well with your nails! Where did you go to get that set?”

Elain squealed, jumping a bit with the balls of her feet, her skirts flaring “I get my nails done with my neighbor’s girlfriend. She’s quite good, isn’t she?” Elain approached her phone, showing her nails to the screen. “Oh, and look at the back,” Elain twirlied, skirts swishing around her calves.

More excited cheers ringed around Elain.

“Your tits look amazing! What about the shoes?”

Elain barely had the time to blush.

” Oh, it’d look lovely with the converse I painted for you!” Feyre pointed out.

Elain had to turn away to hide her frown “I’d thought to wear slip on heels?”

“Way better!” recognized Nesta almost too quickly “Or maybe the pretty red ones with the ties at the ankles? Low heeled?”

“The red ones are pretty! Yes! But the slip-ons are easier,” Elain said, showing the options to her camera “Nude or green?”

“Definitely green,” said Feyre as Nesta said “Go with the nude one.”

“Do you think I could pull off wearing one color on each foot?” Elain giggled, putting her lip gloss and money purse in her bag, leaving the colorful shoes on top of her vanity chair.

“Nah, Nesta’s right, go with the nude one,” Feyre said, mouth foaming with toothpaste.

“What was that?” Nesta mocked in a singsong voice “Can you repeat it, please, I couldn’t hear around your toothbrush. Or the sound of your betrayal. I always save you a bonbon or two.”

“No, you don’t,”

“Well, I always mean to!”

Feyre spit off frame and flipped Nesta the bird.

All three of them laughed, Elain hurrying around her room to seem like she was ready to leave.

“Thank you so much for tuning in for this episode of Sisterly Love,” Elain joked with a big, unnerving smile, a weird laugh she hoped the poor functioning camera of her phone would hide “I’ll see you girls on next week’s episode- “

“Wait! No!” Interrupted Nesta with a serious face, “I see you worrying about, pretending you’re late,”

Feyre, who was smiling at someone else off camera, joined in as if she’d just caught on “Yeah! Stop... doing that,”

“Tell us about MMM!” Nesta demanded, “You can’t expect us to let you go on a date with a creep!”

“How do you know I’m pretending?” Elain huffed, her eyes diminished into slits, hands at her waist.

“As if you’d be in the risk getting to your date late. You like him too much,”

Nodding to her sister’s point, Elain dropped her facade.

“But he’s not a creep,” Elain said as she plopped down on her cushioned vanity chair, using the mirror to double check her makeup.

“Then what is Mister Mystery Man like?”

Elain had no control over the grin that illuminated her face “He’s... charming. Kind. Tall. And a swimmer too- “

“A swimmer! Nice broad shoulders then, huh?”

“Well, yes, I guess” Elain stammered a bit “He works in Communications. His brother’s dogs just had a litter, so now he’s taking care of two puppies. The cutest little things I’ve ever seen to be honest-”

“Ok, ok, but how well does he kiss?”

“You’ve kissed him, right?”

With a quickened heartbeat, Elain confessed “Yes,”

“Then come out with it already! Tell us how it was!”

“It was a sweet kiss. He dropped me off at home and... well, you know how these things go.”

Neither Nesta nor Feyre said anything, urging Elain to keep talking.

And if Elain got a little breathless, none of her sisters mentioned “We were heading home after dinner. He took me to the new Italian restaurant near the Sidra, so it was a short walk until my apartment.”

“He looked so handsome, I thought I’d melt when he held my hand and I’ll admit I was rather tipsy by then, and he was so warm and... Gods, when he leaned down to kiss me, I turned into a puddle- “

“That sounds straight out of that novel you lent me, Nesta,”

“He is quite the charmer, isn’t he?”

“Yes. Yes, he is” said Elain dreamily.

“Elain! Don’t forget to do that thing you do with your lipstick? Makes your lips look so good,” Feyre reminded enthusiastically, dragging Elain out of her stupor.

“Yeah, maybe then your next kissing story won’t be so wholesome,” Nesta added with a leer.

With a happy giggle, Elain carefully traced a discreet line with her lipliner over her cupid’s bow and covered it with lip gloss.

“Yeah! Just like that!”

“Oh, I see the difference now. You look stunning,”

Opening a drawer, Elain asked “Big hoops or small ones?”

“They won’t look good with this dress, though” mused Nesta “Unless you’re wearing the small chunky ones, more oval than circle,”

“You mean these?” Elain showed the jewelry, to the camera.

“Yes, that’s the one. I knew I should’ve gone with you to get the extra earring holes! You look ten times hotter with all these earrings.”

“Yeah, you definitely should’ve” agreed Feyre with a smile “You look stunning, Elain. MMM is a lucky man,”

Not bothering to hide her smile, Elain thanked her sisters, the video call ending quickly after their well wishes and goodbyes.

With a reinvigorated sigh, Elain gathered her basket, carefully picking up the flowers she had wrapped to gift her date and left her apartment in a flurry of petals and jangling keys.

***

Elain waited by the Velaris Park entrance that viewed the Sidra, inhaling the salty breeze that ruffled her hair and skirts, cooling the hotness of the sun on her skin.

Twirling around as if she’d heard her name in the wind, Lucien stepped into her line of vision and Elain was suddenly, viscerally reminded of the Three Musketeers Disney film she knew all the song lyrics by heart, with the outdated montage of Minnie, the pure hearted French princess, meeting Mickey, the earnest musketeer with a desperate need to prove himself, saturated in an array of old sparkly effects and pretty roses that sprouted at will, surrounding the animated mice in a haven of pastel pink fluffy clouds and romantic orchestra, and the terribly cheesy, awfully idealistic and childishly romantic speech about love at first sight.

He walked up to where she was standing, a carefully wrapped beautiful arrangement of multi-colored tulips, lilacs, and white carnations in his hand, and a basket very much like hers tucked in his elbow. He was wearing a cream button down with the top buttons undone, the wisps of red hair and freckles on his collarbone adorned by a discreet necklace glowing in the sun.

Elain’s tote bag slipped off her shoulder in a moment of lightheaded carelessness and Lucien gracefully helped her reassert the bag in her shoulder, his hand lingering if only for a moment.

“Are these for me?” he asked as a greeting, the light of his smile mirrored in his eyes.

“Yes,” she smiled too, something soft slipping into her ribcage and filling her with sunlight at the sight of him “You said these were your favorites in-”

“My mother’s garden,” he said with her, still smiling at her like he could not stop even if he tried “I’ll admit it now that I didn’t share that bit of information necessarily aiming for a gift” he walked the few steps so he could stand at her side “Not that I’m complaining.”

"I'm glad you liked them," Elain said, her sunglasses slipping on the bridge of her nose "I believe I was promised a fine spot for picnics and watching the sunset?" Lucien’s presence melted away Elain’s unsteady nerves, the tension of her body uncoiling with the tender warmth flowing off him.

"The best spot there is," he promised with a wink "Also, these are for you" Lucien mentioned to the graceful bouquet of peonies, buttercups and sunflowers in his hands, the few residual beads of water in the petals scintillating in the sunlight. “I thought it might be presumptuous of me to gift you my favorite flowers, so hence the absence of tulips.”

Elain chuckled, walking by Lucien’s side as he led them to his favorite part of the park “I wouldn’t have minded at all. Tulips are one of my favorites as well,”

“A woman of great taste,” he replied with a little head bow.

Elain, her mouth a little dry, a few strands of her front hair pieces sticking to her brow, wondered why she had ever felt nervous to meet Lucien, with his soft curls smelling of autumn, apples and cinnamon, steady hands, and bright, bright smile. There was nothing unpleasant about his presence, the effortless way he stood and spoke, the grace in his step or the lovely caramel of his eyes.

He guided her to a little alcove of grass, lined by tall stone walls covered in vines. In all her walks through the park, she never noticed it. A beautiful corner hidden from curious eyes, but not blocking the river’s breeze or the sight of its running waters.

“I’ve got a friend in the team of architects that planned this park,” Lucien explained at Elain’s surprised face “Not exactly something one would find in the City Guide,”

“It’s lovely, Lucien. I’ll admit that this could possibly be the best the best sunset viewing spot,”

“Possibly be?” he asked with mock outrage, setting the waterproofed fabric over the grass, soon followed by a dark blue checkered flannel blanket “It is the best one. It’s the reason it’s a secret” he said in a conspirators whisper, comically eyeing their surroundings as if in search of busybodies.

“Well, I can only decide after the day’s event,” Elain sat at the other side of the blanket, carefully arranging her basket’s content over the fabric, swiping their bouquets so they rested near their respective owners.

“Is this a ruse so that I work extra hard to impress you?”

“I don’t know,” she smirked while plating the delicate chocolate strawberries she’d made herself the night before, “Is it working?”

“I’m proud to say I’ve being incessantly trying to remain at my A game since the moment I looked at you the first time.

“That’s good,” if the blush staining her cheeks gave away her smugness, Lucien didn’t acknowledge it.

***  

It was easier than falling asleep, talking to Lucien. Like being carried away by a gentle river current. Like the subtle swing of a hammock by the beach.

He liked bossa nova, and she did too! Her father introduced it to her when she was a little girl, swaying her in his arms. It was Lucien’s mother favorite music genre, he accidentally scratched one of her vinyl records as a kid in his haste to listen to the soft melody, the boyish delight he had at the gleam in his mother’s eyes, rare even then, making his fingers clumsy.

He grew up in New Hampshire, in a big estate house with woods nearby, camping with his siblings every other week, learning how to fish with his hands because he never liked to use hooks, even as a little boy. Elain had never been one for the outdoors, except for the window box, the closest thing to a garden she had ever managed to keep over the years in her family’s one bedroom apartment. But she’d like to see it someday. He would love to show it to her, he promised with his hand hidden under his thighs as if to retract from touching the flush on cheeks.

Elain lived most of her life in apartments, except for the few summers she used to spend at her grandparents’ country house. Her grandmother had the most beautifully cared for garden Elain had ever seen. It even had a maze, towering walls of green she could get lost into while exploring with her sisters. Once her grandparents passed away, her father had to sell the property. She never got the chance visit it again.

The deep orange skylight alerted them of the incoming sunset, the Sidra’s waters a wonderful watercolor of blues, pinks, reds, and oranges, gleaming in between the dark green frames of the vine-covered high fence surrounding them.

By then, the initial space between them had dwindled, the food containers already inside their baskets, only wine glasses a sip away from being finished near their lazied forms. Elain and Lucien were laying side by side, the gentle slope of the ground allowing them to look at the departing sun without strain.

They hadn’t properly touched yet. The easiness of darkness and alcohol in their last date was substituted by the brightness of day and sobriety, their interaction more measured physically. Elain felt the absence of touch as the whispers of a phantom limb.

Consumed by the incandescent light of the sun, an unexpected source of courage, Elain laid her head on Lucien’s shoulder. She hadn’t realized they had been quiet for a while, the sunset filling the space where their words had been.

Before she could speak, Lucien snaked his arm under her neck, twisting his body to hold hers as they watched the dark blue dotted with stars overthrow the magnificent golden orange.

“Is this, ok?”

A nod.

A hug.

A breath on the neck.

A shy kiss on the cheek.

The white-hot warmth of his lips on hers.

The devastating light of her lips on his.

Finally, being home.

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starshine583 · 3 years

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For the soulmate letter prompts, Felinette with prompt O please.

O: Opportune outfit (soulmates will eternally color coordinate, even if they have not met one another yet, and often times have similar patterns in their clothing)

(Thank you @symwinter and @desiiigirl for this ask! I had a ton of fun writing it, so I hope you enjoy!)

“We’re here live tonight at the Carrousel du Louvre where Audrey Bourgeois is hosting her biggest party yet! Celebrities of all kinds will be invited, including Jagged Stone, Gabriel Agreste, and MDC herself! Stay tuned to catch sight of these incredible fashion icons!”

Marinette drew in a deep breath to calm her nerves as her miniature limo drove up to the front entrance. She’d been to plenty of parties before hosted by celebrities, but none as big as this. There were going to be reporters everywhere who would hold her under a magnifying glass all evening and powerful, influential people that she would have to tip-toe around to make a good first impression. On top of that, this was going to be the night she revealed her exclusive designer’s dress that she’d kept a secret for the last six months! It was an extremely important event for her, and she didn’t want to mess anything up.

The limo pulled to a stop in front of the red carpet, causing Marinette’s breath to catch in her throat. She quickly checked her hair and makeup, then smoothed out the corners of her dress.

“You can do this.” She muttered to herself. “You’ve already made it this far. Now, you get to show the world why.”

The driver opened her car door, and Marinette offered the reporters a bright smile as she stepped outside. Screams of delight and excitement swept over the crowds of people that were huddled on both sides of the carpet. Cameras were flashing everywhere, almost blinding her, but Marinette kept an elegant stride despite it as she signed a few autographs.

“Ladies and gentlemen, MDC has just arrived at the gala, and may I say her dress looks absolutely dazzling!” A reporter to her left trilled. “The navy blue mixed with those silver dots and stars makes it look like the night sky! And the way the sheer fabric in sewn to the dress makes it look like the stars are trailing behind her as well! It’s truly a fantastic creation, especially with that diamond, crescent moon necklace to compliment it! Could this be that secret design that MDC’s corporation has been hinting about for so long?”

Marinette tried to contain her grin, but by the time she walked inside the Carrousel du Louvre, she was positively glowing. After spending many sleepless nights working on Starry Night- as her design was called - hearing the multitude of praises from the reporters was immensely satisfying. It made the whole project feel worthwhile.

“Oh, Marinette!”

Audrey Bourgeois, having heard the commotion, waltzed over to the Louvre entrance to greet her. She seemed to be as fashionable and haughty as ever, and Marinette pulled an extra bright smile in an effort to please the woman. "Bonjour Audrey." She said politely. “It’s wonderful to see you again. Thank you for inviting me to your party.”

“Oh, think nothing of it!” Audrey replied, linking her arm with Marinette’s to guide her into the heart of the party. “I’ve been dying to speak with you about your latest designs, anyway. You’ve certainly made a name for yourself since the first time we met.”

A bit of tension melted from Marinette’s shoulders at the comment, and she felt a more genuine smile settle onto her lips. The last time she saw Audrey was when she’d been offered that job in New York, the same job that she ended up declining. It was good to know that Audrey wasn’t holding a grudge against her for that.

“Yes, these last two years have been quite eventful.” Marinette agreed. She’s managed to build a small company out of her designs that’s only continued to grow. The fact that she’d already designed things for Jagged Stone and Gabriel himself definitely helped her take-off.

“Indeed. Even my customers all the way in America have heard of you, which is why I wanted to propose a collaboration between us.”

“A collaboration?”

“Yes! Imagine how much popularity you’ll gain if we-”

“Audrey! Audrey Bourgeois!”

Audrey’s pleasant expression quickly soured when someone from across the room called out her name, interrupting whatever proposition she was going to make.

“What is it?” The woman snapped. “I’m busy.”

A man stepped forward from the crowd, his countenance stern and unimpressed. “We were supposed to talk about the location of your next fashion show. Need I remind you that I have other business I need to attend to tonight?”

Audrey huffed and rolled eyes. “Fine, fine, we’ll talk then. Marinette, dear, do me a favor and stay put while I go discuss a few matters with M Laurence.”

Marinette nodded and took to idly surveying the room while the two strolled off to another corner of the Louvre. She wasn’t sure why Audrey would have to leave to talk about fashion show locations, but she supposed it also wasn’t any of her business either. Everyone had their own way of working, right?

The Carrousel du Louvre was an extraordinary place, especially with the gold and silver decorations lining the walls. Lights reflected off of the glass pyramid that dipped into the center of the room, making it shine almost as brightly as it would in the day, and the floors were polished so well that Marinette could actually part of her reflection in it.

The guests were no less remarkable than the setting too. Save for a scarce few, she could recognize every face in the crowd, be it through newspapers, magazines, movies, or heads of rival companies. A part of her almost miniscule in the presence of such greatness. Audrey certainly knew how to throw an enchanting party.

“Yo, Marinette! Is that you?”

A voice that Marinette immediately recognized yelled out to her, and she turned around with an eager smile to greet them.

“Uncle Jagged! When did you get here?”

Jagged wormed his way out of the crowd with a wide grin. “I should be asking you the same thing! That dress looks great by the way.”

Marinette giggled and offered him a little spin. “Thanks! It took me forever to finish it. How have you been?”

“Oh, the usual. I’ve been rock and rollin’ to my heart’s content. Have you tried the food here yet?”

“Afraid not. Audrey told me to stay put until she came back from a meeting with somebody.”

Jagged scoffed and gently took her by the arm. “Audrey Shm-audrey. You’re an adult now! You can do whatever you want, like coming to try these over-priced cream puffs with me.”

Marinette snorted, but before she could reply, a cacophony of squeals tugged her attention to the front entrance of the Louvre. Someone new was joining the party, and it had the reporters quite excited.

“It appears that Felix Culpa has decided to come to the gala after all! There was speculation of him skipping out, but we’re happy to see him regardless!”

Annoyance swirled in the back of her mind at the mention of the actor, though she tried to hide it for the sake of civility. Ever since she started her small fashion business, Felix Culpa has been indirectly stealing her designs and wearing them without giving her an ounce of credit. She’s not sure how, since she’s jumped through who knows how many hoops to keep her projects a secret, but he does. Magazines, social media, behind-the-scenes pictures from his movies- anything he appears in, he’s wearing something of hers, be it a t-shirt or a tuxedo or a button-up shirt with jeans. It was infuriating, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not figure out where the leaks were coming from. No one was sending out emails, no one was going to visit him in person, and no one was posting any pictures of the working process online. And yet, he still managed to match his outfit with everything she created.

She couldn’t even sue him for copyright! Because, technically, all of the outfits that he’d worn so far had been made from a mix of his own wardrobe, and that, unfortunately, wasn’t a crime.

Whatever, she thought to herself with a slight shake of the head. At least he can’t copy me tonight.

“What’s this?” A reporter gasped. “Folks, I’m not sure if I’m actually seeing this, but Felix Culpa has just stepped out in a silver tuxedo with a navy, button-up shirt underneath that matches MDC’s outfit exactly!”

Marinette’s jaw had to have dropped to the floor when she heard those words. How was that possible? There was no way Felix could have coordinated his outfit with hers! No one even knew what she was going to be wearing! Unless this some insane coincidence?

“Oh, Look at that! He even has a small, diamond star clipped to his tie! Could Felix Culpa be dressed as MDC’s moon?!”

Marinette whirled around to face the entrance. This was most certainly not a coincidence. Even if he did decide to wear a silver tux tonight, nothing should have prompted him to wear a diamond star clip. Not unless he was trying to copy her designs again.

“Marinette? Are you alright?” Jagged Stone asked, noticing the sudden shift in her mood.

“I’m fine.” She said, forcing a leveled tone as she eyed the door. “I’m just going to go greet M Culpa, if you don’t mind.”

“ No problem! Come find me by the hors d'oeuvres when you’re done.”

Marinette didn’t bother throwing Jagged a tight smile as she stalked towards the door. Instead, she focused on how, exactly, she was going to call this esteemed actor out on his indirect theft without making a scene. This was a high class party, and she couldn’t afford to make a fool of herself. At the same time, however, she desperately needed to know how he’d been matching her outfits to a fault.

Felix Culpa strode into Louvre a moment later, wearing the very tuxedo that the reporter had described. The silver jacket and dress pants matched the glittering stars on her dress, while the navy blue, button-up shirt underneath matched the main color of her outfit. Don’t even get her started on the diamond clip! It was like the thing had been bought as a pairing with her necklace! The only way he could have coordinated with her that well was if he looked at a picture of her dress directly, which didn’t make any sense. He couldn’t have seen her dress! It’s been in her personal apartment since she started working on it!

His eyes scanned over the room leisurely, stopping when they landed on her, and for a moment, Marinette felt her anger falter, because my gosh was he a gorgeous man. She’d seen pictures of him plenty of times, but they apparently didn’t do him any justice. His strong jawline and defined cheekbones were perfectly framed by his pale, blond hair in a way she’d never noticed before. Then, there was his slender figure that the tuxedo seemed to cling to..

Marinette shook her head slight. Focus! There was a reason I was walking over here!

She offered the man a smile as she approached him, so as not to alarm him towards her somewhat hostile intentions, and he returned the smile with a slight nod.

“I assume you’re MDC?” He said in greeting.

Marinette nodded, barely holding back a sarcastic tone as she replied, “What gave me away?”

A small smile graced Felix’s lips, and he gestured to her dress. “I believe I’m supposed to be your ‘moon’.”

Marinette swore she felt her eye twitch. Was he being smug about it now?

“Yes, it would seem that way.. If I might ask, what prompted you to dress that way this evening?”

Felix glanced over his outfit thoughtfully, before giving her a little shrug. “Nothing in particular, I suppose. I simply felt like it.”

Marinette bit her tongue to avoid scoffing. He simply felt like it? No one accidentally coordinates their outfit with a specifically crafted dress because they ‘feel like it’. That’s just preposterous!

“I would like to compliment your work, though. It is my understanding that you brought that dress to life yourself?”

“..I did.”

“It’s phenomenal craftsmanship. I’m afraid I’ve only heard of you in name alone, but the praise clearly wasn’t over-exaggerated-”

Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. Did he just say that he’d only heard of her in name alone? Meaning he hadn’t seen any of her other designs yet?

“-I couldn’t imagine stitching that many stars onto a single garment.”

“I’m sorry,” She politely cut him off. Did he expect to get away with lying straight to her face? “But did you just say you’d heard of me in name alone?”

He nodded. “I’ve been rather busy as of late and haven’t had time to check with things in the fashion industry.”

“Then how do you explain your other outfits?”

A blank expression fell across Felix’s features. “I beg your pardon?”

“Your other outfits.” Marinette repeated, almost through gritted teeth. “I have proof that you’ve been blatantly plagiarizing my designs for the past two years. How do you explain that if you supposedly haven’t seen any of my work until now.”

Felix raised a brow, appearing to be genuinely confused. “Mademoiselle, I can assure you that I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”

This time, Marinette did scoff. How could he not know what she was talking about? If it had been once or twice, Marinette could write it off, but consistently matching her designs for two years? That’s no accident. How else would he manage to-

“Oh, there they are!” A reporter gasped. “MDC and Felix Culpa have already found each other! The moon and stars circling around each other as always. I’ve never seen such a fashionable pair of soulmates!”

Marinette froze, and from the looks of it, Felix froze too.

Soulmates.. Color coordination.. Was that why Felix had been ‘plagiarizing’ her outfits all of this time? Was that why he claimed not to know anything about it even though it was glaringly obvious? Had she been obsessing over a mystery that had had a reasonable answer right in front of her face all along?

Her eyes trailed down to his suit, the suit that matched hers perfectly, and the realization that washed over her nearly caused her to face-palm.

He hadn’t been copying her designs.

He’d been copying her outfit specifically.

Because they were soulmates.

“..What was that you said about my plagiarizing your designs?” Felix asked after a moment.

Marinette let out a defeated sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Well, I feel ridiculous now.”

A soft chuckle passed Felix’s lips, and she glanced up just in time to catch the spark of amusement dancing in his silver eyes. Gosh, this beautiful human being was supposed to be her soulmate now? How was she going to cope? How was she going to Alya, the person she’d been ranting to for a good year now, about this new development? Actually, did Alya know about this all along? She always did act strange when Marinette brought it up, with her sly smirks and mischievous smiles and-

Felix offered his arm to her. “I, personally, would love to hear about this ridiculousness if you don’t mind sharing.”

Marinette pressed her lips into a thin line, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, but she took his arm with a huff despite it. “I guess I might as well tell you. We’re probably going to be spending a lot more time together after this, anyway.”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Felix replied lightheartedly, shooting her a smirk that made her heart skip a beat.

Marinette glanced away to regain some composure, but failed miserably as she only felt herself blush harder. Darn Felix Culpa and his stupid, breathtaking face.

She absolutely loved it.

(Send me a letter and I’ll do a thing!)

(The next one I’m going to be working on is J for Daminette!)

#asks #felinette #Soulmate AUs

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stephspurs · 3 years

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction - BONUS MOMENTS

Surprise!!! I'm back with a select few bonus #bamelia moments!! I just couldn't let the love story of Ben and Amelia die, I hope you don't mind. Love Always, Steph xx

PSA: To all new readers, you don't have to read the series (link below) to understand this, however it would help so that you can understand the preconceived emotions behind the chapter!

Champions Again | di nuovo campioni

warnings; none word count; 1865 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. link to fic masterlist here

They had done it, again. The Chelsea boys were lifting their second team trophy for the year, they had just won the Supercup. This was Amelia’s first competition final with the Premier League giants and if she had her way, this wouldn't be last. She was beginning to get addicted to the feeling of winning, of proving to every little girl out there and every sexist male she had ever come across, that anything boys can do, girls can do better. She was letting her results speak for themselves, she was making history and there was nothing that could bring her down from the ninth cloud she was currently riding.

As proud as she was over her own achievements, she was equally as proud of her friends. Whilst she wasn’t part of their Champions League victory, she knew that this moment was just as special to the team that just loved to win. The scenes before her were ones she hoped she would never forget - the look on Jorgi’s face as he lifted his third trophy of the last few months, the crinkles beside Mason’s eyes as he grinned at the camera that was desperate to capture every moment of the evening, the tinge of pink on the apples of Ben’s cheeks as he stood with his hands on his hips while he watched Amelia give her first post-match tactical analysis to the Sky Sports reporter - proud that she was his girl. These were the moments that made Amelia forget all of the hard times, or rather made her realise that all of the hard times were worth it to see her friends, her team, her man smile.

With every great victory comes an even greater after party, and even though the Super Cup final coincided with the start of the season, the boys still believed that they deserved an afterparty to celebrate. Captain Cesar Azpilicueta had kindly offered the grounds of his Surrey home to host the bunch of rowdy boys, and their onslaught on mates and partners on the Sunday afternoon between the Super Cup final and the first match of the Premier League 21/22 season. Whilst they were under strict instruction from the higher powers of Chelsea Football Club (namely; Thomas Tuchel) to keep the drinking to a minimum and to keep themselves out of trouble, the boys were allowed to be boys for one more night.

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“Benj, what are you wearing? I don’t know if I should wear a sundress or denim shorts! Please, I need help!” I shouted out to Ben who was currently somewhere in his large house.

“Why would my outfit be able to help you with that decision” I could hear his voice getting closer, his footsteps getting louder as he began to ascend the stairs up to the main bedroom that I had slowly started to take over in the last couple months.

“An opinion is all I’m after - stop being cheeky mate” I shoot back at him as I begin to stand up from my place in front of his wardrobe. It was still his wardrobe, he hadn’t asked me to move in yet so it was still technically his even if it was half full with my clothes. As I got to my feet, I turned to see him leaning in the doorway with his arms and ankles crossed over each other. Wearing a tee shirt and some denim shorts himself with a cap covering his ungelled hair - a request from me because it was much easier for me to run my hands through if it wasn’t laden with gel...and because it gave me an excuse to push it out of his face whenever I felt like it (which was often).

“I wouldn’t mind if you stayed in that outfit to be fair, however, that would also mean we would be skipping this afterparty altogether and be spending the afternoon celebrating in an entirely different manner” He states staring at me while I’m currently standing with my hands on my hips, staring at the shorts and tank top combo I have laid out on his bed - again, his bed not ours - he hasn’t asked me to move in yet so it was technically his even if it did have the new bed sheets I purchased a couple weeks back with the matching throw cushions on it. The barely-there outfit that I was currently sporting and that had him licking his lips as he pushed himself off of the doorway to walk to me and wrap his arms around my body from behind was a bralette and a pair of his Chelsea shorts.

“Ok sorted, you’re in denim shorts so I’m going to wear mine too. Done ok move get off me I need to change or we’re going to be late” I exclaimed as I pushed him off me with my hips. A bad move? Absolutely not. I got to feel all of him against me and remind him of what he gets to come home to every evening, if he choses.

“Wow what's the rush now Mils? Why are you walking around like you’ve got ants in your pants?” He questioned as he tightened his grip on me and turned me so I was facing him, looking up into his curious baby blues.

“And don’t say nothing, I’ve picked up on all of your tells already” He further questioned as he could see the wheels begin to turn behind my eyes, desperate to come up with an excuse to mask my jitters so I wouldn’t have to tell him the truth.

“I regret ever letting you become friends with Fede, he’s spilling all of my secrets...Ok fine. I’m nervous to see Jack. I haven’t seen him since...ya’know and I haven't spoken to him since I gave him a telling off before international break and Ben I promise you I haven't thought about him once but I’m still worried that there's unresolved anger there from him and I don’t want to get into it again just when we’re getting back into the groove of us and it’ll impact your friendsh-” my rambling was cut off by his lips, which were simultaneously reminding me to breathe between my words and leaving me breathless at the same time. He always did have a way with his lips, the power they held over me was unmatched by anything.

“Calm down love, I promise it’ll be okay. Jack and I have had it out already, a long chat on international duties which may have only been prompted because Mase and Dec locked us in the kit room after our first session, sorted it all out.” Ben reassured me as he began to rub his thumbs over my cheeks and his hands held both sides of my face.

“I do know he wants to apologise to you though - so don’t be surprised if he tries to do that early on in the evening. You know just how awkward he can be so he’ll probably spring it on you before you’ve even put your bag down.”

“Oh great, I’m gonna need to do a couple shots before we leave the house - you’re good to drive right?” I said as I walked from his grasp and down the stairs to grab the bottle of vodka for some good old fashioned dutch courage.

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Ben was right about Jack, he had approached the couple only moments after they had arrived at Azpi’s house. Amelia had spotted him making his way towards them so she began to walk in a different direction to Ben, stretching their interlocked hands and letting him go as she mumbled something about needing to put her bag down. Ben really knew both of them too well. Jack gave Ben a hug hello, still in the grovelling stage of repairing their friendship.

“Hey bro, how’s it goin?” Jack spoke as he pulled away from Ben.

“Yeah bro all’s good with me, how are you? Congrats on the move again, million dollar geez you are, aren’t ya? Don’t forget me when you're mingling with Messi in a couple years” Ben joked back with the boy who has been literally a brother to him for the last few years.

“Ahhh you’re jokin me, could never forget a brother could I? We’re basically blood at this point I reckon. Where’d Mils run off ta?” Jack questioned with his arm around Ben’s neck, both of the boys looking out into the garden for the girl in question.

“Right here super Jack” Amelia spoke from behind them. During their brief discussion, Amelia had put her bag down and ran inside to grab herself a drink before walking out to face the music of Jack’s apology. Overhearing how lighthearted he was with Ben, coupled with the reassurance that Ben had provided her earlier in the evening plus the two or three vodka shots she had downed in their kitchen before coming to the afterparty had meant that she left her worries at the door.

“Mils, darlin', you already know what's coming but I truly am sorry...to both of ya ya’know. Benny, we’ve already had it out and it took me ages to get over that black eye but please believe me when I tell ya I am so sorry for treating you that way Amelia. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry and I regret nothing more than how I made you feel.” Jack could feel himself getting teary whilst thinking about how he made the girl feel, how he made his best mate and chosen brother feel, how he really put a spanner in the works of their blossoming relationship.

“Jack, I’m not going to say it was ok because it wasn't. But it wasn’t just your fault, I also played a part in it that has me cursing myself every day for ruining things with Benj. I forgive you, Jacky.” Amelia spoke while reaching up and wrapping her arms around Jack’s neck to give him one of her signature squeezy hugs, to truly convey that she was moving on from their tumultuous past and hoped that he could stop beating himself up over it and do the same.

Jack had left the couple to return to the table and grab himself a refill of his drink. Ben’s arm had found its natural position around Amelia’s shoulders as they both stood there looking out at their friends. However, Ben was looking down at Amelia. Without missing a beat and keeping her eyes focused out on the yard, Amelia spoke only loud enough for Ben to hear.

“So, you gave Jack a black eye over me huh? That’s hot”

Amelia took a few steps forward before turning to look at the expression on Ben’s face as she continued to walk away from him, backwards. The slight shock turned into a full on smirk as he walked towards her eager to close the gap between them with a kiss. He knew she loved him with her whole heart, but he hoped that she would understand just how much he loved her right back.

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smellss · 4 years

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city lights - mako x reader

gif credits: @ahhhsami

request: @salemgirl

“hello, can i request a mako x reader where they are childhood friends who have romantic feelings for each other but think they have crushes on someone else but korra,asami and bolin who both are aware help them relied their feelings and ends with them confessing.”

hi lovelies,

this request was a really great concept! i really liked writing it i’ve been getting some messages about my spelling i usually come back and edit the day after i post so sorry if you read straight after i’ve posted. keep requesting!

- smells x

mako unlocked the apartment door, his eyes feeling droopy from his long shift

you just had to see those benders robbing the bank at the end of your shift didn’t you mako

the firebender sighed as he took off his shoes and placed them by the door breathing in the sweet scent of the apartment and a fruity smell coming from the kitchen

“bolin, i swear to the spirits if put your finger in the bowl one more time i’m going to kick your ass all the way into the spirit world” y/n growled at bolin, snatching the pancake mix away from the young boy walking over to the frying pan to start cooking

bolin pouted stomping out of the kitchen and went to sulk on the couch with pabu

“y/n’s cranky when she hasn’t seen mako isn’t she pabu” bolin complained to his companion poking his tounge out to the girl

“hah hah very funny bo, i would just like mako to have something to eat when he comes home” y/n stated matter of factly, raising her eyebrows at the earth bender boy

“i appreciate that greatly peach” mako exclaimed wrapping his arms around the girl as she jumped

“mako, spirits don’t sneak up on a person like that also how many times have i told you not to call me that!” y/n exclaimed whacking him with the spatula, chasing him around the kitchen

mako threw y/n over his shoulder, dancing around the kitchen with her the young girl squealing at the boy, mako eventually putting her down

“wow you to are almost like a couple” bolin pointed out with a snicker, both individuals turning a bright shade of pink from the comment

“i have to um go-o, i’m getting ready at wu’s but i’ll see you both at korra and asami’s for the party?” y/n said collecting her thing placing kisses on both boys cheeks as she walked out the door trying to seem unfazed by bolin’s comment

“yep we’ll see you then” bolin waved to the girl as she walked out the door, the second it closed a hand whacked his head

“ouch mako what was that for?” bolin whined rubbing his head from the impact, sinking into the couch

“why would you say that in front of her bo? it made her nervous and you almost exposed everything” mako stated crossing his arms together,

“well maybe it’s time you told her come on mako, we’ve know her our whole lives don’t you think you come clean about your little secret?” bolin teased throwing a cushion at the boy, which he easily dodged

“what’s the point though she has a thing for wu, she’s been spending so much time with him and it makes her happy i can’t ruin that for her” mako sighed out walking to his bedroom to lie down and sulk

why did i have to fall for her

“so then bolin said, wow you too are almost like a couple” y/n huffed out falling dramatically onto the bed, covering her face with a pillow letting out a muffled sigh

“pfft he actually said that” wu laughed coming out to show y/n yet another outfit option for the party

“yes he did and it isn’t funny in the slightest, next outfit too green” y/n stated waving the boy away, wu walking off to his wardrobe to find another outfit

“what am i supposed to wu? i’m not supposed to have feelings for him i’ve known him my whole life, he’s been my rock for me in my darkest place and now i’m going to ruin our whole friendship with my silly feelings” y/n rambled out, putting her head in her hands tears threading to spill

y/n felt a hand on her back, wu gently raising her chin up for her to look at him face to face

“y/n hey look at me, everything with mako will work out but you need to talk about it with him if he’s really your best friend he’ll understand” wu smiled at the young girl, before standing up

“now tell me this outfit is perfect and we can go” wu stated giving the girl a twirl, causing her to laugh at the prince

“yes it’s perfect now let’s go” y/n giggled linking arms with wu skipping out the door

wu and y/n arrived to the party lights strung from the ceiling people filled the apartment everyone was there, well except for him

“hey asami, have you seen mako?” y/n yelled over the music to her somewhat tipsy friend

“he said he’d be here soon he just had to pick something oh” asami getting cut off as she saw who walked through the door, y/n turning her head to see who it was her eyes widened at the sight

it was mako and bolin but a girl linked the two boys together, mako whispering something to her making the gorgeous girl giggle

wow she’s beautiful, mako deserves a girl like her someone who will grown old and have beautiful children

y/n began to feel her eyes swell with tears she began to stumble her emotions and the loud, pounding music beginning to overwhelm her until she felt a hand on her shoulder which guided her out to the balcony

“y/n, hey y/n are you alright” wu exclaimed to the girl softly hugging her tightly

“i shouldn’t even care he’s with another girl, he deserves a beautiful girl like her” y/n chocked out, resting her arms on the railing looking out towards the city lights

wu came up behind her hugging her placing his face in the crook of her neck, before leaving her shutting the door to the balacony

the young girl stood out there staring at the lights remembering the times she had on the streets with mako and bolin

how simple things used to be

y/n chuckled to herself before hearing the sliding door open, she kept looking out towards the city

“mind if i join you it’s getting a little stuffy in there for me, i brought you a drink” mako said handing the girl a cup of cactus juice, before walking over to the railing of the balcony

the two stood in silence listening to the city, mako gazing over to y/n but her never returning his gaze.

“y/n are you upset with me because if you are please tell me what i did wrong, if it’s about what bolin said this morning...” mako began to ramble staring at the girl trying to read her face

“yeah was your girlfriend upset when you told her what happened” y/n scoffed downing her drink, she knew she was being unfair but she was a bit tipsy and was upset

“girlfriend, y/n what are you talking about...do you mean opal, bolins opal?” mako exclaimed out trying to surpress a chuckle from his best friends comment

“she’s not my girlfriend y/n and besides who would you care you’re practically dating wu, always hugging him and stuff” mako stated angrily to the girl crossing his arms looking out towards the city

“mako wu and i aren’t dating how many times do i have to tell you this for you to get it through your thick skull honestly i have feelings for you mako god can’t you see that i-”y/n voice muffled by mako’s lips

y/n wrapped her arms around the boys neck, his arms slinking around her waist mako’s lips pressing against y/n’s roughly feeling all the emotion built up between the two

breaking apart there two foreheads pressed against each other breath heavy fluttering on each other’s faces

“i have feelings for you too” mako smiled to y/n kissing her again, lips pressing softly together y/n smiling into the kiss

“took you two long enough” bolin yelled out the whole krew high fiving and smiling at the pair

mako and y/n laughed at there friends antics before hugging looking out over republic city.

#mako x reader #mako imagine #lok mako #mako x wu #prince wu #korrasami #team avatar #the krew #bolin x opal #lok imagine #lok opal #the legend of korra #avatar the last airbender

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Introducing the girlfriends: the looks.

Hello puppets! In this post I’d like to show how I imagine the OC Girlfriends in terms of face and looks, mostly in terms of fashion.

I won’t state how many times my self esteem abandoned the conversation as I made this post, so let me do a disclaimer before I make y’all suffer with me (sorry). These pictures come from my Pinterest board called “Simply incredible people”, which contains mostly photos of people that have very unique facial traits and that I use for reference. Now, ALL OF THESE ARE MODELS. They were photographed BECAUSE after hours of makeup and hair and clothes chosen perfectly for them, a set made up specifically to enhance their good looks, a fair bit of photoshop and unfairly good genetics they were put in the position of being beautified. Don’t think that these gorgeous folks are The Thing: I picked them because of specific reasons explained under each picture, and in my opinion all the guys are pretty far from dating perfect young women with perfectly symmetrical features and flawless complexion and... all of that. However, yes, in my mind they date regular, “unbeautified” versions of these women. If your self esteem can’t handle disgustingly beautiful models, then please, don’t open the “read more”. Also, you’re absolutely free to keep imagining your ideal girls and not check out this post, no hard feelings ✌️😘

However, if — like me — you are incredibly attracted to girls with pretty unique facial features, then do open. If you’ like girls, I’m sorry, you might have one (or more) new crush(es) after this post.

Now, all of the girls have Asian traits — because according to my plots and headcanons, (which you can find in my masterlist) the guys have always met their s/o while in Seoul/Korea and also because I’ve always imagined the girls Asian. However, I’m not saying that they like these specific types or looks, or that they’ll end up with a person with traditionally Asian traits: I am simply assuming in statistic terms. Also, since I write memberxFem!reader, they’re obviously all girls.

I only know two of the people inserted here (that is Vixen and Kitten). I might have accidentally inserted someone famous, however that was not my intention. Also, the girls have been chosen exclusively for facial features: there is no shipping going on between real people here.

After this lengthy introduction, let me move on to the real deal.

In case you need my masterlist, here it is! (Remember to vote for next prompt!!! Link in bio 🥰)

Enjoy✨💜

Vixen - (Namjoon)

— The face —

Baby face: yes

Doll lips: yes

Very intense, borderline scary, November-baby glance: yes.

This is Vixen, with her baby cheeks, her sharp, refined looks and a doll-like face that mixes innocence and seduction. Top that with deep red lipstick and artsy jewellery. Her eyes show ten thousand different feelings and her face is suitable for acting, being extremely expressive: every little sensation and emotion can be found in a quirk of the mouth or an arching of the eyebrow, a little curl of the nose or a pursing of her lips.

— The Look —

Total black winter look, basic and classy, thigh-high boots for her long legs, simple, plain bags and purses, and finally a long coat to keep her warm over her dresses usually characterised by a high neck and a generous slice of leg. But don’t let that fool you: her favourite looks are oversized sweaters stolen from Namjoon’s wardrobe — that obviously fit like dresses on her —, fluffy woolen tights or stockings and comfy shoes when they go on breakfast dates, but also thick jumpers, large jeans and comfy sneakers when they go for walks and bike trips.

Angel (Seokjin)

— The Face —

Traditional Korean Beauty: yes

Big eyes: yes

Soft pink lips: yes

Angel is the definition of Korean Beauty, looking young and innocent. She could easily have the face of an idol, with the purest of charms. And her cute bangs... yes.

— The Look —

Even though her job requires a total black look, which often means pretty flats, black trousers and a turtleneck, in her free time she likes wearing preppy looks, with lots of plaid prints and cute dresses that match Korean standards, with not-too-revealing necklines and a skirt that hits just above the knee. Match it all with cute, warm coats and small bags.

Kitten (Yoongi)

— The Face —

Intimidating look: yes

Angular jaw: yes

Plush lips: yes

Kitten has angular, almost aggressive facial features, characterised mostly by the rectangular shape of her face and her jaw, and quite jutting cheekbones. She has a rough, tough beauty which can be difficult to understand but absolutely charming to observe.

— The Look —

Another one with total black, but unlike Vixen, who likes coloured clothes once winter ends, Kitten keeps the black look all year round, inserting tiny splashes of colours with accessories and jackets. Expect a lot of turtlenecks and blazers for her work attire, but also fancy shirts for more elegant occasions, mostly silk blouses that offer a generous view of her bosom.

Giggles (Hoseok)

— The Face —

Strawberry blonde: yes

Freckles: yes

Too cute: yes

I’ve always imagined Giggles with a mop of messy reddish-blonde hair, may it be natural or dyed. I know the combo is pretty rare; still, she’s a fictional character so... a girl can dream.

— The Look —

A vintage mess of prints. She messes around with flowers and stripes and plaids and colours. You could most definitely spot her in a crowd. Even when she’s working (remember she’s a vet), she has very colourful scrubs and bright coloured clogs/nurse shoes. Overall too cute and tiny for her good, her being so small makes it easy for her to shop in the children department and find even more coloured, fancy prints.

Princess (Jimin)

— The Face —

Overall cute: yes

Gaze to command a photo shoot: yes

Borderline scary both in terms of beauty and power: yes

This small girl has the power to supervise everything, you can read it on her face (remember she works for a fashion magazine and organises photoshoots). Sheer calculating, organising force. And with a gaze like that, ready to make you wither and die were you to deny her, you see specifically why I chose her.

— The Look —

Smart attire, comfortable flats or slippers to dash from a place to another. Comfy, fashionable, practical. She’s always on a rush from an appointment to the other and she uses bags big enough to hold a skirt and a pair of heels in case she needs more elegant attire for a last-minute evening appointment in fashionable clubs and restaurants. She’s more than happy to play Barbie for Jimin, letting him choose how to dress her.

Lace (Taehyung)

— The Face —

Louder big dick energy than your ex: yes

A neck to die for: yes

Eclectic charm: yes

Honestly, I think Lace is too particular — strange even — to find someone who could possibly embody her. What made me pick this specific woman was her very incisive choice in clothing and accessories, but I’ll update her sooner or later, I think. As me and my friend said: you don’t find Lace, is Lace that finds you. (Also, if anyone has a Lace to suggest, please send links 💖)

— The Look —

Black tight dresses, all the time. Tight pencil skirts and anything that screams Fifties housewife; lots of robes, unusual cuts and premium fabrics — she is a designer and lingerie maker, after all. She doesn’t follow trends, she makes them. She is literally one of those people who looks good even with the most hideous, unfashionable things on. However, the moment she wears a silk slip dress, her power intensifies by a few thousand times — do not expect Taehyung not to get weak in the knees. In the house she’s absolutely comfortable wearing a robe with nothing underneath — and sometimes she doesn’t even tie it close. Taehyung is perfectly okay with that.

Candy (Jungkook)

— The Face —

Biggest smile: yes

Cutest lil nose: yes

Very squishable: yes

The small happy bean is a very gentle bean too. She is a graphic designer and a cartoon artist and it shows in her whole being, even in her facial features. I imagine her hair not too long, soft and wavy — though the most valuable asset to Jk is their scent. And look at those sweater(shirt) paws!!! Adorable.

— The Look —

First rule of Candy and Jk’s relationship is “my flannel shall be thy flannel”. Their wedding rings will probably be flannel shirts. Candy likes to pull them off with oversized sweats or coloured jeans. She also wears oversized sweaters — probably stolen from Jk’s wardrobe — together with leggins and mid-calf socks, especially since her workplace is not too strict with dresscode. She likes oversized and layered fits, using light cotton shirts and tank tops in the summer and fleece/flannel shirt and warm woolen turtlenecks in winter. Comfort always comes first. Expect her to use biker shorts and giant T-shirts and bulky shoes in the summer on her spare time.

An extra — since I’m sooooo gay for these two

Sora Choi and Yoon Young Bae are the two models that I immediately spotted respectively for Kitten and Vixen and the fact that they posed together made me super soft (I literally fell in love with both of them). Oh also!!! Yoon has posted on her insta the sweetest picture of her with a snow bear and it was like... a sign, but also so endearing and I’M SMITTEN, HEAD TO TOE IN LOVE WITH THIS SMALL CUTE LIL POTATO. She’s a cutie and Sora has the prettiest smile I swear to God I’d give the world for these two. *bisexuality upgrades*

Did you imagine them differently? Are there any of the girls that match or challenge your ideas? Leave your impressions in the comments!!! 😚☺️

#introducing the girlfriends #bts blog #bts headcanons #bts scenario #namjoon x vixen #jin x angel #yoongi x kitten #hoseok x giggles #jimin x princess #taehyung x lace #jungkook x candy

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Superior Specimen - Chapter 6

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex

I do not operate a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, as you will then be notified whenever i post something new.

I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Chapter 6

Henry left soon after, grabbing a slice of toast as you’d stood in the kitchen in just your dressing gown, apologising for not being able to spend the day with you but he had meetings for work and for future dig’s planned for the southern hemisphere in the winter. You’d stood in the kitchen sipping your coffee for a long while after he’d left, thinking over what he’d casually dropped into conversation; was this a fling?, Was the fact that he would spend months at a time out of the country the reason why such a catch was still single? Or was this something he did; find a girl, romance them, and then leave them on ‘business’ once things got boring? You shook your head to rid yourself of those thought and immediately regretted it, your head hurting from your wound. You gingerly touched it and brought your fingers in front of your face, letting out a sigh of relief when you saw there was no blood, but you realised you’d need to be careful for the next couple of days.

As you continued to sip your coffee you read over your emails again, re-reading the one from your boss and frowning; it seemed very short and curt, but he was probably just annoyed that one of his staff was due time off in their busiest season due to what was essentially a workplace injury.

You decided you were going to head to yoga, even without the joke earlier about needing to limber up, it would help you focus and recharge your mind as well as your body.

By the time Friday afternoon had arrived your week off was surprisingly busy; finally finding time to do all those small chores that you had put off for weeks, but also you’d taken the chance to go shopping for a dress for your date.

Rather than hit the chaos of Oxford Street or Westfield, instead you’d sought out a couple of vintage and secondhand dress agencies. Your morning had been fun, searching through unique pieces until you’d found it, the dress that was perfect. The woman that ran the vintage shop had guessed it had been a custom piece made in the 80’s, the midnight blue velvet piece fitting you like a glove. It had a thigh high split on one side and was patterned with silver sequins hand sewn on sporadically to make it resemble the night sky. It was strapless but had little hooks along the scalloped bust line that could hook over the cups of a strapless bra for extra security. You had a pair of silver heels in your wardrobe at home that would work perfectly with it, and with a bargain clutch from Primark you were sorted.

As you primped and preened that afternoon, fixing your hair and makeup, you smiled at your reflection as you pulled the dress on just a few minutes before Henry was due to pick you up. You were checking the contents of your clutch when the doorbell rang, frowning as you answered it and saw Henry on the small intercom screen;

“Henry? You know the code”

He grinned at the camera;

“Yes, but I’m being gentlemanly… this time I don’t already have you drunk or drugged in my arms…”

You pressed the buzzer to let him in, flicking the latch on the door as you went to fasten the straps on your heels, looking up just as he peered around the open doorway and stopped dead on his feet;

“Wow…”

He looked you up and down, his eyes wide as he took in your curves in the vintage dress, his gaze pausing at your chest on his way down and then on his way back up again.

You had a similar reaction when you saw how he was dressed; navy suit and kingfisher blue shirt, the top few buttons undone where it fitted his chest like a glove. He crossed the room slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, resting his hands on your hips and ducking his head to kiss you before pulling back to admire your cleavage close up;

“I must say, I am a big fan of this dress” He ran a fingernail over the top of your breast, your skin prickling in Goosebumps at his touch before he opened his jacket and pulled a flat velvet box from the inside pocket and handed it to you;

“You remember when we first started talking properly, that I said I’d brought you something back from Siberia?”

Your eyes went wide;

“Henry… what is this?”

“Open it and see”

In disbelief you pulled the box open and let out a small gasp; nestled within the box was a delicate necklace, a raw amethyst gemstone set into a delicate silver chain. As you held the box he lifted the chain, walking behind you so he could bring it over your head, his fingers nimbly fastening it before he traced his fingertips over your bare shoulders and pressed a kiss to your neck;

“You look stunning… the platinum looks beautiful on you”

You spun around, your hand resting on the necklace;

“Platinum?! I thought it was silver! Henry, this is too much… I can’t take this, not when it’s only our first date…”

He brought his hands to yours and gently clasped them, pressing a kiss to your fingers before he smiled kindly;

“It’s not really our first date though, is it? We’ve had drinks, I’ve spent the night… And please, let me give you this…”

“But it’s too expensive!”

“Not to me it isn’t… I’m lucky enough to me more than comfortable financially, let me share it with you” He closed his hands gently around yours as they held the necklace, pressing a kiss to your knuckles; “It suits you… and I can’t exactly keep it, the chain would get caught on my chest hair”

You laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips;

“Thank you”

Henry had driven you through the early evening London streets with ease, confident and calm even when cabs would cut in front of him or Uber Eats bicycles would whizz past your door at traffic lights. As much as you’d asked him where you were going, he just smiled and replied ‘you’ll see’ before returning his attention back to the road.

Finally you recognised some familiar sights as you passed the entrance to Borough Market, before he swung a left and your eyes went wide;

“We’re going to The Shard?”

He grinned as he steered the car into the space outside the entrance, the valet opening your door was Henry strode around the car and took your hand whilst handing his keys to the valet. The ride up through the building in the silent elevator gave you butterflies, before he took your hand as the doors chimed. Henry offered you his arm and you tucked your own through it, your stomach flipping nervously as he walked with confidence up to the maitre’d;

“Good Evening Dr Cavill”

You had to try and keep your face neutral that the staff knew who he was, and Henry greeted him in return as if he was an old friend;

“How are you Michael? Family good?”

“Yes, thank you Sir. My daughter will be starting Oxford university in September, thank you for your letter of endorsement”

“Wonderful, great to hear. Are we ok to have some drinks and take in the view before we sit down for dinner?”

“Of course, Sir. I can prepare your table for whenever you need it. You’re booked into the Westminster Suite tonight?”

“Yes, that’s the one”

The man smiled as he led you and Henry to a small bar table near the window, and as soon as you’d rested your small clutch bag on it a waiter appeared;

“Can I get you some drinks tonight?”

Henry glanced at you;

“Champers?” You nodded as he continued; “We’ll have a bottle of the Krug 1996”

The waiter nodded once and walked away, and it was only when Henry lightly touched your arm and made you jump did you realise you’d zoned out a little;

“Princess?”

“Sorry, just trying to process this is all real” you laughed quietly

“Very real” he took your hand and was about to say something when the waiter returned, setting the small tray with two champagne flutes and a small bowl of strawberries onto the table, before quietly opening the expensive bottle in front of you. Pouring two glasses he set the bottle onto the table and left without another word, letting you return your attention to Henry;

“What’s on your mind? You were quiet in the car the whole way over. Is this too much?”

You smiled;

“No, it’s wonderful. Obviously it’s not a standard night out for me, but you know…”

“What else is bothering you?”

You took a deep breath and smiled, pointing to your glass of champagne;

“Ok firstly, this; I’m not taking a sip until I tell you that I one hundred percent want to sleep with you”

“Ok, that’s good to hear” he grinned

“You are so kind and caring, specifically waiting until I was sober before we would sleep together, and now obviously you have thought tonight through, you’ve got a suite here - that was a bit of a surprise I’ll add, but a pleasant one - so I want to get this completely agreed to before you waste all this money and then not asking for consent…”

He nodded and sipped his glass, smiling and a kind look on his face as you continued;

“Also, my safe word is Nerd”

“Nerd?”

“Yes. In case of later…”

“Gotcha” he paused for a moment before nodding to your glass; “Do you want a drink now?”

“God yes” You tipped the glass and sipped at the bubbles, feeling them burst over your tongue, and as you were setting the glass down and reaching for a strawberry Henry rested a hand on your hip;

“Is there anything else?”

“You said you were organising digs in the Southern Hemisphere for the winter… where would that leave us, you and me? Would this between us just be a summer fling? I just kind of want to know where I stand before you break my heart”

“So firstly, I do not see this as just a summer fling. I feel like I’ve known you for years, and remember we were talking on Instagram for months before I finally worked up enough courage to say more than just asking if your day was ok… But the winter digs, it’s what I do. Obviously I’m attached to the museum, but I’m also linked to several others all around the world. I can be away for a month or six months at a time, it’s all dependant on the weather and permits, local politics, but I’d fly back whenever I could, and fly you out when you could take time off work”

“You would do that? You would wait for me?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you gently to his chest as he ran a finger gently down your cheek;

“Of course I’d wait for you. I have always waited… I have found people don’t wait for me”

“What?! But… but you’re a catch! You’re kind and caring… you know how to treat a partner in every way!”

He shrugged, looking a little pensive;

“I don’t know what to say… but the last couple of girlfriends presumed I would cheat so ended things ‘before I broke their heart’... which I would never do…”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before a quiet cough sounded behind you, the pair of you turning to see the waiter;

“Would you like your table now or would you like to continue with drinks here?”

Henry smiled at you;

“I could eat, you?”

“Yes, please”

The waiter nodded and loading your drinks onto a tray before you followed him, Henry leaning to whisper in your ear;

“I look forward to eating you later too”

Dinner was fabulous, each dish seemingly better than the last, flavours dancing on your tongue and you had to struggle not to make obscene moaning sounds, but when the occasional one did escape Henry’s smile would spread further across his face until you laughed as well. By the time the dessert menu was brought over you declined;

“Are you sure?” Henry pushed; “Really, you can have anything you like, this whole night is on me”

You laughed quietly;

“I’m not looking at the prices…” you leant back and rested a hand on your stomach; “But I am *just* the right amount of full at the moment to be happy to do any other activities tonight… if I eat dessert I wouldn’t”

Henry nodded and gave a nod to the waiter, quietly speaking to him before turning his attention back to you;

“Princess, shall we retire back to our suite? A nightcap whilst we take in the view; there’s a telescope in the room”

Nodding you sipped on the last of your drink as Henry signed the bill, slipping a stack of notes into the clip before closing the small black file and handing it back. He stood and quickly circled the table, helping to pull your chair out before offering you his arm.

The ride in the lift to the luxury suites was quiet, the atmosphere almost sparking with the energy the pair of you were giving off from the sexual tension. Henry walked you to the door and you were ready to rip his clothing from his body, but as he pushed the door open he smiled and pressed a finger to his lips before speaking, and not to you;

“Michael, thank you, but we won’t be requiring the butler service tonight”

The man you recognised from the restaurant emerged from what you could see what the small kitchenette area, wiping his hands on a pristine tea towel;

“Understood Dr Cavill. I hope you have an enjoyable stay. Your request from the restaurant has been stored safely in the refrigerator”

“Thank you, Michael,”

As the man passed you saw Henry slip him a £50 note as he quickly shook his hand, before taking the Do Not Disturb sign and slipping it over the gold hook on the outside of the door and quietly closing it.

You watched as he shrugged his jacket off and slowly stalked across the room, wrapping his arm around your back, his other hand gently tilting your chin towards his lips as he kissed you, the press of his hot hard body against your own. The kiss was soft, yet he managed to completely dominate you, his tongue pushing against your own and you could taste the whiskey he’d finished his meal with just a few moments before. Your fingers clawed at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, and yet as you managed to get one unfastened he pulled away, slipping his hand into yours;

“Come on, let me show you the view”

The noise that escaped your lips was a cross between a laugh and a toddlers disgruntled moan;

“Henry…” you whined; “I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but please, I’m so fucking horny right now, I need you to fuck me into the mattress”

He turned and walked backwards, tugging you to the panoramic windows and the telescope that sat on the full-length tripod, a quiet laugh filling the void between the two of you;

“Princess, I promise you will get that… we have all night, all weekend! I just have one thing I want to show you…”

He peered through the telescope before stepping back and nodding to you, gently guiding you until he was standing behind you, his hands on your hips. You looked through the eyepiece and let out a gasp; on the roof of a building in Canary Wharf was a light display… and yet it wasn’t just lasers, there was light patterns of dinosaurs; Diplodocus reaching for high leaves, T-rex stalking in the bushes, a group of Raptors running across the building.

“Oh Henry… how did you?”

“I have some friends in the city… and some more friends that run outdoor events… just called in a couple of favours”

You watched through the scope and smiled as you felt Henry wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his hard body flush with your own and started to caress your neck with soft kisses. One hand slipped to your thigh and gently started to tug your dress up until it was high enough for him to slip his hand into the thigh high slit and curl around to seek out your pussy. He was still firmly holding you in place, letting you watch the light show in the relative darkness of the luxury suite, but as his fingers dipped beneath the thin elastic of your lacy thong he let out an appreciative groan as he found you already dripping wet;

“You really are horny, aren’t you?”

He found your clit and started to tease it with tight circles, at the same time grinding into the crease of your ass with the hardness still confined to his smart trousers. Under his expert ministrations you soon found yourself swaying your hips, working between pushing harder against his hand then pushing back to feel that delicious friction from behind. Your head fell back against his shoulder and he let out a feral growl against your neck, his teeth grazing against your smooth flesh before gently biting, causing a shudder to run the length of your spine;

“Ok, Dinosaurs are great, but I need a different bone…”

Your words were breathless and were greeted with a low chuckle. Henry withdrew his fingers and you watched as he brought them to his mouth, tasting your juices from the glistening digits, before he moved them to the zip of your dress and slowly started to unzip you. The dress fell to the floor and he let out an appreciative moan;

“No bra?”

“You complaining?”

“Absolutely not”

Your fingers started quick work of his shirt buttons, unfastening them all before pushing the fabric over his massive shoulders. As he cast the garment aside you unbuttoned his trousers, lowering the zip and palming the massive bulge his boxers could barely contain, Henry’s hips pushing against your palm involuntarily as you felt the heat of his skin though the fabric. Your tongue painted patterns against his chest and his voice stuttered;

“I want you to sit on my face, ride my tongue Princess, let me make you cum”

He dropped to his knees and pulled your lace thong down your legs, before unfastening the tiny straps of your heels, running the tips of his fingers up the length of your body as he stood and rid himself of his own clothing, pulling you to the bed.

He lay on the soft covers, pulling you up his body until your knees were either side of his head, his strong hands gripping onto your thighs as his tongue darted out and parted your folds. His eyes glinted with mischief and you could feel yourself shaking with anticipation as he spoke;

“Turn around”

Taking a couple of moments to shift 180º, you rested your hands on his broad chest as he pulled you down to his mouth. At the first touch of his tongue swiping through your folds again you groaned and curled your fingers through the coarse hair on his chest, shuddering at his expert touch. With each pass of the strong muscle you could feel your body rapidly heading towards orgasm already, but when you felt a wide hand flat on your back, pushing you forwards it was heaven as his lips latched onto your clit and he slid two fingers of his other hand into your soaked channel.

Resting your chest against his abdomen you were face to face with his dick, hard and thick as it rested against his stomach, reaching up to his navel where it wept precum. Wrapping your hand around it you smoothed your thumb over the clear liquid, wishing you could reach it with your mouth, but instead spitting on your other hand to work the hot hard flesh. The groan that was muffled from between your thighs told you he was enjoying it, and in return he slid a finger into you, stretching you, and you knew you were done for.

Your attention waived from him as he worked you closer and closer towards your orgasm, before he managed to curl his fingers just right and you were cumming over his face, his strong arm holding you to his mouth as you shook with pleasure.

Finally he carefully withdrew his fingers from you, lifting you so he could lay you head to foot on the bed beside him before resting one massive hand on your soft stomach as your breath came out in rapid pants, your heart racing. You felt the bed shift and the welcome touch of his warm hands parting your legs so he could crawl up your body, pressing open mouthed kisses to every spot he crossed. Eventually he reached your own lips, kissing you deeply, his tongue wide and strong and you could taste yourself as your own tongue danced with his. You could feel his hardness nestled against your folds, slipping against you as your bodies writhed together before he finally pushed himself up on his powerful arms;

“Are you ready?”

“Yes… please Henry…”

Reaching down he took hold of himself and slid the tip up and down through your folds until you felt that delicious notch of his swollen crown resting at your entrance, he looked back to you;

“I’ll go slow… just relax…”

He started to push forwards, your velvet walls slowly parting as he filled you inch by delicious inch, your eyes going wider with each push. He tilted his hips and immediately found your g-spot, your eyes rolling back in their sockets and you let out a groan that would have rattled the glass in the windows had the building not been fitted with hurricane proof panes. You felt Henry’s soft lips press a kiss to your neck, his mouth moving gently over your skin as he spoke;

“You feel like heaven Princess, taking me so well”

“H-Henry… please…”

“What Princess? Is it too much?”

“NO! No, oh my god, please… please move… fuck me… fuck me like you mean it…”

“Princess…” he warned

“I can take it… I want it…”

You looked into his eyes and saw a glint of concern, before a wide smile spread across his face;

“You can, you’re a good girl…”

Pulling his hips back he pushed back in, parting your walls further and the feeling of being so full was almost indescribable. Sure, you’d had partners with big dicks in the past. Some with small dicks. But no-one that had ever been both long and as wide as Henry was. He wasn’t obscenely long, so there wasn’t the uncomfortable stabbing in the cervix, but every inch of his was thick and meaty, and you could feel him completely. Each thrust was becoming harder and faster, and soon he was wrapping one arm around your thigh to pull your legs open wider, tilting his hips so he could change the angle as he fucking railed you into the mattress, your fingers clawing at his back as you begged him for more and more.

The room faded around you, it was just you and Henry, the pleasure each other’s bodies were sharing with the other, feral grunts and moans as you felt pleasure like never before. You fitted together like two pristine pieces of a jigsaw, working together in unity. The rough brush of his chest hair against your hypersensitive nipples was yet another added stimulation, and with each rapid push and thrust your bodies rubbed together to bring you closer to your peak. You were trembling around him, your legs shaking where you were so close to orgasm.

He let go of your leg, now resting both hands either side of your body as he moved quicker, each thrust more powerful than the last, and with each push you had slid a little more along the bed, your head now hanging over the end and resting on the chaise lounge that sat there, the blood rushing to your brain giving you a head rush. You wrapped your legs around Henry’s waist, hooking one foot over another as you pressed them against his ripe ass. Your bodies were slick with sweat, and when you felt that tell-tale sign that your orgasm was starting a guttural moan emerged slowly through your throat.

Your body shook with intense pleasure, you could feel for the very first time your internal muscles squeezing and massaging Henry’s massive girth within you, realising that you had never felt so complete.

As you rode out your orgasm Henry evened his thrusts out, and as your own pleasure was starting to ebb away it set off his own, his thick seed filling you as you felt him twitch and buck within you. You watched as he threw his head back and moaned your name, the smooth expanse of his neck aching for you to touch, and with the last ounce of strength you had you did just that and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his Adams Apple.

With one final grunt you felt him twitch for the last time before his body relaxed, and those steel blue eyes met yours in the twilight of the room, your bodies only illuminated by the bright lights of the London night skyline. He shifted, moving one hand behind your head to support and cup it in his massive palm, the other resting on his elbow so your bodies were pressed together yet he wasn’t resting his entire weight atop of you. There were no words, the smiles on your faces told the other all the words your mouths couldn’t articulate.

The passing of time didn’t register in your mind, and it was only when Henry’s entire body did an involuntary shudder did you both come back to reality. Steadying himself on his arms he slowly pulled out of you, letting out a string of gentle ‘hoo-ha’s as the pull of your body against his over sensitive flesh was almost overwhelming for him. Kneeling on the bed he ran his hands over your thighs, warm against the now goose bumped skin and he pulled your legs apart slightly;

“Wanna watch my cum drip out of you Princess”

His hands rested on your inner thighs at the apex, his thumbs pulling apart your lips and you watched as he watched his thick seed slowly pool at your entrance. With one thumb he swiped it through the cum before spreading it over your swollen folds. He let out a grunt and moved, sliding an arm behind your back and helped you sit up, pressing his thumb to your lips which you eagerly took into your mouth, sucking on the thick pad as you tasted your combined essence on his salty skin.

“Let’s rest for a while before the next round” he muttered before kissing your cheek.

You nodded, muttering about needing to pee, and on wobbly legs you staggered to the bathroom like a new-born fawn.

Chapter 7 >>>

Chapter 6 notes:

In case you wanted to be nosey and see just how much Henry spent on their date:

Champagne:

https://thechampagnecompany.com/krug-1996-vintage-champagne-75cl-gift-box Restaurant at the Shard: https://www.the-shard.com/restaurants/aquashard/ Room at the Shard: https://www.shangri-la.com/london/shangrila/rooms-suites/suites/westminster-suite/

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✰ ⊰ GOLDIE: ❛ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐏.

A year after her departure from KPWR-FM, 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄 has scored a career as being a television host for BET. In this interview, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 took the time to drive right on down to Westchester to ask her all the questions that people want to know about her rise to fame and how she’s juggling it along with motherhood and her love-life.

━━ ❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Goldie mfn’ Forde! How are you doin’ on this beautiful afternoon? Your house looks great, by the way. I love it! Thank you so much for havin’ me.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Holli Hoooood! I’m doin’ great, actually. Just tryna’ get used to being on the opposite end of an interview. But, no. Thank you for takin’ the interest in interviewing lil’ ol’ me. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Well, we gotta interview the hottest women in the game right now and your talk show THE GOLDEN HOUR has been killing it as of lately. You should be proud! You workin’ your ass off and still make time to be a mother. I must say your little boy is the cutest. [ The woman gestures at the little boy who is sleeping on her mother’s lap. ]

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Aw, gosh. [ She blushes with a wide smile on her face and she glances down at him, running her hand along the baby’s back. ] I don’t know what else to say but thank you. All these compliments makin’ me blush! [ She laughs softly before looking back at the interviewer. ] Workin’ my ass off is in my blood, though. I gotta from my momma. She don’t play that lazy sh*t. Doesn’t he look just like his momma, though? I need that on the record just in case someone tries to say that he looks like his daddy. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: He sure does, y’all look like twins. Woulda’ swore that you had that baby on your own, honestly. [ The interviewer chuckles before placing her hand on the notepad she held. ] But how are you liking motherhood? Is it a hard transition?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ The smile on her face doesn’t fade doesn’t fade until she hears the last question that she asks. Sighing softly, she looks up at the sky as she tries to find the words to answer. ] In the beginning it was actually. I struggled a lot trying to get use to being a mother and not letting it consume who I am. Like of course, I’m a mother before everything, but I’m also a sister, friend, business woman, you know stuff outside of that. [ Looking back at the interviewer, she continues with a soft smile on her face. ] I also kinda’ struggled to connect with my child. I felt like I wasn’t going to be the best mother to him, I felt lonely, the whole nine. But now, we’re good. He’s my whole heart. Who I do it for, my everything. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: That’s beautiful, Goldie. I know a lot of women struggle with Post-partum depression after having their first child. I know it must be hard trying to balance your career-life and being a mother but you make it look easy.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Whew, girl when I tell you it takes a village and that’s the only reason it looks so damn easy. [ A laugh emits from her lips before she feels her child shift in her lap. Mouthing the words oops, she picks him up in her arms before looking over her shoulder for her mother. ] Mommmyyyy, can you get your grand-baby? [ She speaks softly so that she won’t disturb him before pecking his cheek repeatedly. Once her mother walks over and takes him, she turns around to finish the question. ] Without that woman, wouldn’t be no Goldie on television. My mother and father, his father along with his side family help me out so much. He’s on set with me sometimes, but most of the time I want him to be somewhere quiet and not too rowdy. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Wow! You seem to have the ideal support group. Why happened to you and ZION’s father?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ A dry chuckle left the woman’s lips as she stared at the interviewer’s visage, swallowing the lump in her throat before she shifted in her seat some. ] Uh, lack of communication and failure to reason with one another. Yup. [ She finished with a soft head nod. ] But co-parenting is great. You know, our focus is completely on our son and what’s best for him. Next question, please. ❜

━━ ❛ 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Alright, Goldie. What achievements from last year are you most proud of?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: My greatest achievement is Zion Israel Powers. I mean, with all the struggles that I experienced with pregnancy, I couldn’t be more grateful that God granted me the opportunity to be his mommy. [ She couldn’t help but to beam when she spoke about her child. ] The second great achievement of last year was putting myself first and leaving a job that didn’t serve my purpose. I will always be grateful to KPWR, but leaving a job that stifled my creativity was the best decision that I ever made. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: I know that’s right, Goldie! We leaving everything that doesn’t serve us in 2020, okay!? [ She laughed with a point before moving on to the next question. ] And what about the achievements of this year?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: And neva’ eva wrong. [ She laughed back while pointing back at the woman with her index finger. ] Uh.. I’m proud of the fact that I overcame a dark time in my life and I found a new part of myself that I never really got the chance to know. I’m happy with... uh... I’m happy with my life. Yeah. I’m making the kind of money that I want. I achieved two of my biggest dreams, I’m more secure in my body and I’m happy. Yeah. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: We love seeing black women happy, sis. I know a lot of people have been trying to steal your shine and happiness in the blogs. Do you have anything to say to the former talk show host that you replaced? She’s been in the media outlets throwing shade and subliminals a lot.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ A short chuckle leaves the woman’s lips before she scratches her nose with her acrylic nail, pursing her lips up slightly. ] Mm... Not really, if it’s not direct, it doesn’t get acknowledged by me. I truly wish her the best in her future endeavors, though. I know it’s hard seeing someone else win while you struggle. I been there myself, but hating on the next woman isn’t going to change anything so.. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Well said. Very professional! I’m over here tryna’ be miss messy boots and you curvin’ it. You sure you haven’t had any media training? [ She snickers before moving onto the last question of this segment. ] Okay, lastly, what goals do you have for next year?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: None whatsoever. I’m just good like that. [ The woman speaks with a small smile before tilting her head to the side while she listens to the question asked. ] Goals for next year? To keep growing my brand, girl. Hopefully create my own app, merch, go on a talk show tour, maybe write a book? Who knows! I’m most definitely putting my momma and daddy in a new house, though. I know that. [ She said with a nod before clasping her hands together and shrugging. ] I’m letting life take me on this journey and I’m just ridin’ the wave. I pray it takes me in the right direction. ❜

━━ ❛ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Now this house, what made you choose a house like this? Especially in a neighborhood that you’re not used to.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: It was definitely a change from my apartment in Crenshaw. I’m still in Inglewood but I’m not on the same block that I’m used to be on. I’m not doing hair out of my apartment to make some extra money. You know, I’m in the rich neighborhood and sometimes, you know I feel left out. But when I saw this house, I knew it was the one for me despite the neighborhood change. I needed a space that could accommodate me and all my needs along with my family. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Can we get a tour? I mean, a house this beautiful needs to be viewed by the people and I’m sure your fans would like to see how you livin’. Don’t you think?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: This isn’t my dream house, but it’s definitely an impressive STARTER HOME, ya’ know? It’s very spacious for family events and my family like to link all the damn time, so. I like it a lot. It’ll hold me over until further notice. I got everything baby proofed because I just know this lil’ boy gon’ be something else when he starts getting more a handle on this crawling thing. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: The entire house is flawless, but let’s get into this STACKED WARDROBE. You take this fashion sh*t serious, don’t ya’? Let me borrow some of these clothes. Or at least show me how you do it, chile.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: I really don’t know what I’m doing with this fashion shit, I just know what looks good on me. Which is damn near everything. [ The woman speaks cockily, letting a laugh follow soon after before she looked over her closet. ] But I think I take a lot of my looks from old models and vixens of the 90s and 00s. Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of brands and clothing lines reaching out trying to get me to wear something from their lines. So, I’m excited about that. [ She says in a sing-song tone before doing a little dance. ] If you ever want me to give you some pointers, be sure to watch my show for my fashion tips segment. The girls really like that. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: I’ll be sure to tune in for that, girl! Thank you so much for this wonderful interview. You’ve been a pleasure to interview, honestly. [ The interview reaches over to shake her hand with a grin on her face. ] I told you it wasn’t going to be that bad. You guys be sure to tune in THE GOLDEN HOUR feature the gorgeous GOLDIE on BET everyday @ 5/6 ET.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Thank you so much for having me! You were great, made me feel so comfortable and everything. [ She compliments the interviewer while she shakes the woman’s hand then she looks directly into the camera lens. ] Listen to the woman, y’all. She know what she’s talkin’ ‘bout. Kisses, see y’all lata’! ❜

#✰ ━━ ㅤ ♯𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: ⌯ task. ❜#✰ ━━ ㅤ ♯𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: ⌯ develop. ❜#tw ━ long post.#queued up.

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