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Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Black Younger!Reader (10 years difference) (Taylor Russell face claim)

Word Count: ~4.6k words w/ 1 smau post

Warning: Porn with a plot somewhere in there, Dom!Daniel, Brat!Reader, p in v, Exhibitionisn (sex against a window), overstimulation, an attempt at writing dumification, Humiliation, brief breeding kink moment, mention of food, one mention of birth control, The word "slut" being used quite a bit 😵‍💫Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: Writing smut is always an adventure and this is no different. The funny thing about this is that I used writing this to destress from work all week so have fun imagining writing this while on my lunch break in the break room 👍🏿. But really, thank you for the request, all of the requests I've done already and the requests I've recently gotten that I can't wait to do. You guys are crazy creative and I love to see what you guys come up with it if literally my favorite. 😁💗 Anyway, hope you guys like this. Let me know what you think. Like, reblogs, reply, send asks, talk to me!♥️ Love you all!! 💖💛💖💛💖

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danielricciardo Yn sent me random pictures of her and then started crying when I didn't immediately post them. I'm such a bad boyfriend 💔

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imynbitch I stopped crying, didn't I? 😘

> danielricciardo I'll do better in the future

user Yn is That Girl and she just wants everyone to know

yukitsunoda0511 Yeah, you messed up 🤷🏻‍♂️

> imynbitch Thank you, Yuki. I don't know how much longer I can handle such a lack of attention 🥺😔

> danielricciardo Both of you shut up

user All of her looks are so iconic I can't choose which is my fav 😍

user Daniel is the only person that can handle an attitude like YN's. I'm glad they found each other 🥲

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Thursdays were boring when it came to race weekends for you, but you loved to tag along, staying around your boyfriend when you could and hanging out in the Alpha Tauri motorhome or next to a window in the paddock building that had a view of the track, which was where you were today. Both Alpha Tauri drivers were taking some lucky fans for a spin in a Honda, of which you were oblivious and uncaring of the model, around the Silverstone track. You would look up from your phone every once in awhile, whenever you heard the the roar of an engine approaching or squealing wheels, but one fateful time caused you to put your phone face down on the table you sat at and stalk to the large window, close enough to see the atrocity happening. It was the last fan Daniel had to drive around the track, a girl around your age, 24, maybe a bit older, whose hands were all over your boyfriend's arms, and your brain went haywire when Daniel's hand ventured to the girl's lower back, which for him was instinctual as he guided her into the car. You didn't even watch them leave the starting line before you picked up your things (your phone, smaller purse and garage pass) and headed down to the garage, crossing the people filled pitlane and ending at the pit wall, placing your face in a window of the fence without chain link. You wanted to love the smile on Daniel's face when he gets out of the car after his trip around the track and sees you, but your view was interrupted by "her", who meets Daniel halfway at the front of the car, giddily hooking her arm around Daniel's as he walks her your direction.

"Hey, baby. Uh, this is Jennifer, one of the lucky winners of a trip around the track with me." Daniel unhooks his arm from the brunette, stepping to the side a bit as she greets you.

"Hi! Ugh, I just love you! You're one of my favorite wags." She holds out her hand for you to shake, and at first you just scowl at the outstretched manicured hand, but after a brief glance at Daniel giving you a stern “What do we say?” look, you take hold of the hand, shaking hers with little to no tension in your hand.

“Thank you. I, uh, like your nails. They’re my favorite color, light blue." There was absolutely no feeling in your voice, but the compliment you gave was like a diamond ring to Jennifer. You cut your eyes over to Daniel, who gets the hint and begins to lead Jennifer away, that blasted hand on her back, a little higher this time, but still there.

“How about you head back over to the group? Let them know I’ll be over in a moment. I’ll be sure to get an extra picture with you, okay?” That smile. It flashed only at “her”, and you could see the slut’s knees get weak. You wanted to cry, seeing that flirty demeanor from Daniel that reeled you in day one, but focused toward someone else.

"Okay! It was so nice meeting you!" She waves back at you, you responding with a constipated grin, before heading towards the group of fans waiting to take pictures with their favorite drivers.

"Are you okay?" Daniel had an amused grin on his face. This isn't the first time you've acted like this. He knew exactly why you were pouting and had glossy eyes.

"I'm fine" You refuse to look at him, instead watching as "Jennifer" walked up to a member of the media team, probably to tell them that Daniel would be over in a minute. You knew that one glance at Daniel would send the tears you were currently holding back cascading down your face.

"You sure?" Daniel reaches to your face poking through the window in the fence, using your chin to turn your face towards his.

"I said I'm fine!" One tear escaped your eye and was wiped away with Daniel's thumb.

"Okay, okay, baby. I know." He looks at his watch, then over at the group of fans, then back to you. "You head back to the hotel, okay? I'll be done in a couple hours. Make sure you eat something, too." You nod hesitantly at his orders then pucker your lips for him to place a kiss on, which he supplements with another, more tongue involved kiss. When he pulls back he looks at you, eyes shifting back and forth and lips grinning at your still glossy eyes. After one last kiss, this time on your forehead, he finally jogs back over to the group, and though the petty, irrational voice in your head is telling you to stay and keep an eye on "Jennifer" around your man, you follow Daniel's instructions and head back through the garage so you can leave the paddock and head back to the hotel.

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"A couple of hours, my ass." You mumble to yourself as you exit the bathroom of the hotel suite. It's been nearly 4 hours since you left the track, and the nagging explanation that you had for Daniel’s tardiness was Jennifer and the "Fuck me" eyes that you felt she was giving Daniel. You wanted to feel happy when you heard the mechanical click of the hotel door unlocking, and deep down you were, you loved to have your boyfriend around. But instead you stayed planted in the armchair next to the large window.

"Still mad, huh?" Daniel plants a kiss on the top of your head despite your attempt to move out of the way.

"Well, huh, I don't know. How would you feel if some slut kept making 'fuck me' eyes at your boyfriend and you had to just watch?" You don't look up from your phone as you rant, tapping through Alpha Tauri's Instagram story getting small glimpses at the slut in question.

"Really?" Daniel's words came out as a chuckle that irritated you enough to make you get up and stomp over to the bathroom with him.

"Don't laugh at me! It's like you never take me seriously!" Daniel continues with what he was doing, removing his shoes and placing them in the closet and then removing his shirt to hang it up.

"I'm laughing because I know you're serious, and it's ridiculous." There's a hysterical laugh behind his words that gives you the impression that he's poking fun at you, which he was, but not in the negative way you thought that prompted tears to your eyes. “Don’t cry.”

“No, you think it’s ridiculous for me not to want to share my boyfriend!” You whine, stamping your foot on the ground, the childish act finally making Daniel turn around and take hold of your face. You looked pitiful with your cheeks squished and eyes red from your crying tantrum.

“No one is asking you to share me.” You let out a defiant grunt to his nonchalant response and he shakes your head with the firm grasp he had on your face. “Why would I want to go anywhere else when my dumb, little baby has the best pussy in the world. Only an idiot would give that up.” He finally lets go of your face and walks back into the bedroom, and you just silently follow him out, but stay by the bathroom door. You watch him pace around the front of the bed, frustrated with your attitude, running his hands through messy curly hair, accentuating the tone of his slim, tattooed, bare upper body. “No, don’t shut up now. Where’s all that whining?” You stayed still, pouting and crossing your arms. “Come here.” You follow directions, walking slowly to Daniel, arms still crossed in attempted defiance, knowing that any action of Daniel's, punishment or otherwise, would break down your defenses. You don't know what you expected, but you know the last thing was the tattooed hand at the junction between your neck and your chin, roughly bringing your face up to meet a sensual, sloppy kiss. It was as though you were magnetized to his movements, having no hesitation in accepting the tongue he presented the first kiss, meeting each entanglement and the amount of force transferred between your lips.

"Look at my sloppy little baby. So eager for me to show her that I only have eyes for her." Daniel moved his hand from your neck to just at your jawline, using his thumb to wipe the residual saliva from your lips and then, from spontaneous thought, pushes his thumb into them, to which you willingly accept the appendage into your mouth, earning a twisted grin from your boyfriend. He just watches as you suck on his thumb, head bobbing slightly as if you were giving him a blowjob. One of your hand begin to move on their own down to Daniel's jeans to unbutton them, but it's captured in his other hand as he removes his thumb from your mouth and smears the spit that you lathered on it along your lips. "Ah ah ah. Whiny little brats don't get to touch their boyfriend's dick."

"But-" Daniel uses his grip on your face to bring it back up so he can kiss you again, a light one this time, short in duration that made you lean forward once it was done, aching for more

"No, buts." With one hand on your face and the other grasping the fiendish hand that tried to get into his pants, Daniel takes a step back, admiring your attire. It was simple. A tight, white cami and baggy plaid pajama shorts. But it was what was underneath, or rather what wasn't underneath, that sent him reeling. “You’re not wearing anything underneath this comfy, little ensemble, huh? Did you do that for me?” You don’t answer, just hold the intense eye contact with him, a subtle scowl on your face. In response to your persistent defiance Daniel moves the hand that was on your face back to your neck, applying enough pressure to make your head feel lighter and for you to take a small gasp of air. “Use your words.”

“Yes. Yes.” You words came out breathless and panicked, to which Daniel removed his hands from your body, satisfied with the small answer you gave.

“And you called that poor girl a slut.” Daniel chuckles, and you just look at him with scrunched eyebrows, upset at the fact that the girl you were worried about was brought up again.

"Because she was." You grumbled this to yourself, since Daniel had already made his way to the unobstructed window.

"Whatever you want to believe, sweetheart." He only partially turned his head back towards you to respond to your rebuttal then turned his attention back to the window. "You think anyone can see us up here?" You shrug and hum your unsureness, making your way over to where Daniel was, standing just behind him.

"I mean, maybe if they're trying to look. We are pretty high up." You answer quietly. Daniel stays put, looking out of the window, but eventually turns around, that twisted grin back on his face.

"Good enough." He takes a step towards you and you tilt your head, confused with the implication hidden in those two words. "If I'm gonna show my cute little brat that she's the only one for me, might as well show the world that I only have eyes for you, cutie." Daniel gives you a quick peck between your raised eyebrows, then one to your lips, a preliminary kiss that preceded a second, more desperate kiss, which was repeated with increasing desperation, only being interrupted for mere seconds to remove articles of clothing, and in no time you and Daniel were completely bare to each other, making out and slowly moving toward the window. "You're fucking gorgeous." Your back was pressed up against the cold glass of the window, the change in temperature causing a combined gasping moan to come from your mouth. "And you make the prettiest noises, my love." You want to take in the glorious sight that is your boyfriend completely naked, tattoo sprinkled around his body that you love to kiss. You wanted to touch him, give him pleasure, but the coldness of the window, the sensation of Daniel's tongue now swirling and lips sucking at one of your nipples, physically feeling yourself get wetter, took that desire and tossed it to the side, and now you were chasing your own pleasure. Daniel's hands had pulled you in, one squeezing your ass and the other on your middle back, trying to bring your boob further into his mouth while using his body to continue to push you into the window.

"Danny…" You moan out his shortened name, tossing your head back, some of your gathered up hair springing free from confinement.

"Shh, dumb little babies don't speak unless they're spoken to." Daniel moved away from your chest back to your lips, swallowing the whine you let out from the loss of contact and then the moans you let out from the kiss. "Do you know how much I love your tits? They're absolutely perfect." He swoops his head back down to kiss your breasts, just the tops and in-between, slowly, sensually. "Let's just show the world how perfect they are." Daniel grasps your hips and spins you so your front pressed against the glass of the window, the abruptness of the action making it easier for him to do so because you had no chance to resist. You both knew the window was tinted, sure to a certain extent, but with tint and the fact that you two were mere floors away from the top floor, it was highly unlikely anyone saw you. But you could see out, clearly, and just the feeling of you being bare and open to the world like this makes you hornier than you even expected. Daniel comes up behind you and presses his body into your's, a hand at your pelvis and a hand grasping your hand that braces you against the window, fingers intertwined, placing his head on your shoulder. "What was that you were gonna say earlier?" As Daniel waits for your answer, he takes his socked foot and widens your legs ever so slightly.

"I need you. So bad. Please, fuck me." You were already breathing deeply from your arousal, and also partially due to the limited range of motion for your expanding lungs due to your current position against the glass.

"Wow, that was much more than I expected. I just thought my dumb little slut would just say 'Fuck me' and that's it. But that was fucking poetic." You could hear the frantic slight annoyance in Daniel's voice as he removes his hand from your pelvis to grasp himself, placing his dick between your legs right at your pussy, fucking your thighs a couple of times to lather up the wetness practically leaking from you before pulling all the way back and placing himself at your entrance. "Brace yourself." You did somewhat, but you wished you took his words more seriously because the force at which pressed his dick inside of you wasn't harsh or too fast, he knew better, but it was steady and gave you little time to adjust to having him inside your pussy as he bottomed out just as quick as he entered you. You simultaneously let out a moan that rivaled a porn star's as your face hit the glass, the abrupt sensation making your mind do cartwheels. Daniel's hand that had a hold on yours snaked away from your hand and under your, now back to, outstretched arms to reach under your chin, guiding your face up so he could give you another frantic, sloppy unfocused kiss before kissing your forehead. "Sorry, baby."

You didn't care. Even while he was apologizing for making you hit your face on the glass, Daniel continued to move his hips, thrusting slowly in and out of you, still causing you to let out lewd whiny moans. "Yes, baby. Keep making those pretty noises for me, okay? No one can make me go as crazy as you do with just a moan. No one. Fuck..." A harsh sting on your butt presents itself after Daniel's rambling of words, to which he responds by slowly massaging the the location at which his hand landed on you and proceeding to kiss your neck, happy with the mild scream you let out from the spontaneous action. He keeps thrusting into you at a steady, forceful rhythm. Snapping his hips into your ass and then dragging his dick out of you. Snap. Drag. Snap. Drag. He knew he wanted more from you, so he brought his left hand that was at your pelvis down to your clit, using the juices squelching from your pussy as lubrication for the fast, circular rubbing of the nub.

"Aha, shit. Danny…fuck." You blindly reach behind your head with your right hand, knocking into Daniel's solid right arm that was back against the glass, clumsily finding its way to the back of Daniel's head, which he nuzzles further into your neck for easier access to the location, moving your hands up until you reach some curls to grasp.

"You like being on display for everyone? Everyone seeing exactly how much of a slut you are for me?" He takes a small step forward, pushing your tits into the glass of the window more, changing the angle of your bodies slightly so his dick runs along each spot inside of you longer with each drag. "Answer."

"Mhm. Ev'ryone knows I'm yours. And you're mine." Your words don't match the innocent face that you give him, eyes wide and lips pouting and somewhat parted, shiny and swollen from the incessant kissing.

"Still so bold even when I'm fucking you against the window for everyone to see. That's why I love you." He flashed a giant smile at you before capturing your lips again at the same time as a harsh snap of his hips, producing from you a loud startled moan. He keeps thrusting and rubbing your clit, both paces steady. He can feel you go slightly limp from exhaustion due to how quick the intensity of the act got to maximum, so he adjusted, taking a step back so you were no longer against the window and bringing the arm previously holding him up against the window to reach across your torso, hand coming up to roll your nipple between two fingers.

" 'm gonna cum. Can't hold it. Feels too good." You keep your grasp on Daniel's head but look away, dropping your head down, getting a somehow X-Rated view of Daniel's tattooed hand rubbing your clit. As you said, it was all too much and soon your legs were giving out and trembling beneath you, to which Daniel takes a step forward again to brace himself on the window again, moving his other hand to your abdomen.

“That was a big one. You okay?” He turns you around and holds you steady by your ass, searching for your eyes and waiting for your answer.

“Mhm.” You look up at him, eyes blinking lazily as your mind swirls around with the pleasure you just received. Your out-of-it response, which was adorable to Daniel, earned you another batch of sloppy tongue filled kisses.

“Good, cause we’re not done.” Before you could protest or retort, Daniel’s lips were back on yours, your bodies slowly making their way over to the bed, the back of Daniel’s legs hitting the structure being him you guys' only indication that you made it to your destination. You were chasing his kisses now, so he had to put you at arms length again to speak. “Ass in the air, my love.” You didn’t follow directions, just stood on your tiptoes, puckering your lips for another kiss. “If I give you a kiss, will you follow instructions?” You nod and then climb in the bed kneeling on it so you were eye level with him, then bring him in from the back of his head, you now dominating this kiss, subconsciously showing anyone that has shown any remote interest in your boyfriend exactly who he belongs to. Once you pull away, a string of spit briefly connecting you two, you slowly get into position, wiggling your ass as you wait. The lack of sight was exhilarating, making you even more wet when you felt the bed dip and Daniel rub his dick along your highly exposed pussy. With a hand on your lower back, Daniel pushes inside you and you groan into the pillow you had your face buried in.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this.” He starts with a gentle pace, allowing your juices to really coat his dick to help it slide in and out better, and as his pace quickens, your groans prolong, still feeling sensitive from your earlier orgasm. “Ha, I can’t believe you thought I would even think about getting rid of this pussy. You really are just a dumb. Little. Brat.” With those last three words, harsh thrusts were supplemented with some more sharp smacks on your butt. His own carnal sensations take over for a moment, just focusing on chasing his own climax, but at a certain point he tilts to the side to look at you, still thrusting. He smiles at the picture of beauty in front of him, your drooping eyelids, slightly parted mouth with a small bit of drool falling onto the pillow, unsecured curls sticking to your sweaty forehead, and exhausted whimpers falling from your mouth. “You look so pretty, baby, all fucked out from my cock.” He keeps moving, speeding up as he gets closer and you also get wordlessly closer to another orgasm, but once Daniel feels himself get more frantic, more animalistic, he stops and pulls out of you, to your dismay, and flips you over onto you back. You kept the same face, brain clouded by desire for another orgasm, and your chest heaving from deep breathing as Daniel worked to get you in position. He kneeled between your legs, pushing them up toward your head, hooking your knees in the crooks of his arms, letting go just so he could guide himself back into you, then continuing the same brutal pace that shocks you for a moment, but then your brain goes numb, mouth hanging open, allowing whatever noises you make to come out uninhibited. “Look at that pretty face you're making for me,” He reaches down and squishes our face, abandoning one of legs to do so. “You think I would want to leave this face?” He bends down to kiss you, stretching your hip and pushing his dick deeper inside you to do so. You had no choice in the matter to kiss him, your lips were already puckered from his hand squeezing your face and your brain couldn't think of anything past cumming again from your boyfriend’s cock, but you still let out a moaning gasp from the intense mixture of sensation. Once Daniel pulls back, he seems to put complete and utter focus on fucking you, hard. “Do you know how much of a brat you were today?” He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he could bring his hands down next to your head and get a clear view of your face. “All because you didn’t want to share. And now here you are, being fucked in front of windows, from behind, just so you know that there is no other pussy I would rather fuck. My poor insecure little brat.” You couldn’t respond. You wanted to. Wanted to be snarky back, but everything felt too good, sensitive, and you were too close to cumming to think of anything to say except warning him of your upcoming climax.

“Danny…cum…” You held eye contact with him for the first time in a while, biting your bottom lip hard and begging him with glossy eyes. He just smiles maniacally at you and makes his thrusts rougher, knowing that he was coming close to his own end.

“After such mean words, too? You really are just a little slut for me.” He moves his arms around so he could be stable on one arm in order to reach down and rub your clit, causing you to make the loudest, unabashed moans until you finally got over your hump and came, hips bucking into Daniel’s, back arching, and hands bundling up what you could of the bedding. The rhythmic convulsions happening inside you during your orgasm were working to bring Daniel closer to his own, evident in the groan that he let out just as they started. He continued to fuck you through your climax, but purely for the sake of cumming too, his steady rhythm becoming frantic and unpredictable. “Why don’t we try out that implant, huh? I’m gonna cum in you so much it’ll be leaking out and we’ll see if you end up all round from me. That sounds fun, huh?” You weren’t listening at all, brain going haywire from the continued stimulation to your sensitive pussy, so Daniel’s words were truly just to bring him up and into his own climax, fucking into you wildly as he came inside your pussy, bending over to kiss all over your fucked out face as he did so. Once he came down a bit he removed himself from you and found enough strength to prop up onto his side in order to watch his cum leak from you, gently caressing your aching pussy to help you come down. “You did a good job. I hope now you know that I’m yours forever, okay?” He looks up at your face to see that you seemed to have fallen asleep, unquestioningly exhausted from the night's festivities. Daniel just chuckles and kisses your forehead. “I guess we’ll talk later.” He does what he needs to clean you and himself up enough to sleep comfortably, then climbs back into bed and rolls you into him so that your head is on his chest, and caresses your back until he falls blissfully into sleep with you.

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When you finally woke up it was nearly 10:30 in the morning. The room was quiet and the curtains to the windows were drawn so very little sunlight made it into the room. You reach behind yourself to the nightstand beside the bed, finding your phone that was conveniently plugged in and now fully charged. There was a text from Daniel.

Danny💙

Had to leave for the track pretty early. There's donuts out in the kitchenette-thing and iced coffee in the fridge. Make sure you eat real food when you get here. 😘

You smile coyly to yourself, then type out an answer you knew he wouldn't see until after you got to the track anyway.

Thank you, baby. See you soon 💗

You take a moment to fully wake up, stretch out your body, then get up to find and put on the pajamas that were carelessly tossed to the side last night before tiredly stalking out to see a rectangular box of 3 assorted donuts and a white tulip next to them, your favorite flower. You then make your way over to the refrigerator, flower in hand, opening it to see the aforementioned iced coffee, pulling it out and then grabbing one of the donuts before heading back to the bedroom to get ready for the rest of the Saturday.

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Ascendant Signs Series

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆!!!

Part 2: here

[Note: This is just what I've observed in women through researching so don't take this personally if I got it wrong, btw this is not in order!]

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𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

They look like mischievous foxes ngl

They're usually the ones who often get mistaken that they look younger than their actual age

Their eye & hair colour tend to be more on the lighter side even with brown eyes or being a brunette.

The chin might be prominent, kinda pointy in a way.

I've noticed that some of them likes to wear coloured contact lenses that lighter than their original eye colour or a completely different light colour.

They might like to dye their hair into a lighter colour as well, some with red/orange undertone

(The iconic Lindsay Lohan has this placement!)

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𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

[Side note: Tbh I find it hard to fit cancer ascendant in one group considering the moon changes its phase very often and so does the variety of different looks in Cancer ascendant.]

They tend to have naturally pale/smooth silky skin. They might also like to show off their breasts whether it's in public or social media.

With the chart ruler of the moon they tend to look like their mother more or more feminine look regardless of the gender.

There are two symbols for cancer one is the crab the other one the moon. Ppl tend to forget that the crab symbol can be applicable to cancer ascendants as well. For those who look more like the moon, they tend to have more fuller chubby cheeks as for those who look more like the crab, they tend to have a more prominent cheekbones with a sharper jawline.

Their eyes stands out a lot too, they can have rlly big eyes or eyes with prominent eyelids, maybe they have an extra fold on the eyelids that makes their eyes look big even if it's not.

(Versace model Cindy Crawford from the 90s has this placement!)

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𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

For those who don't know, the symbol for leo is a lion & lions are related to cats, so you might find ppl who has a leo ascendant looking like cats

The hairrrrr, very thick & voluminous. Ofc there are some who doesn't have thick hair but it's still noticeable nonetheless. For those who have thick hair I wonder how long does it take y'all to brush your hair-

The tip of their nose are usually wide or rounded off kinda like a triangle if you get what I mean, it's spread out, bigger than their nostrils. One more thing to add is that their nose tends to be quite short, yk how cats have short noses compare to horses? Yea-

The corner of their lips tend to tilt upwards too

(Famous celebrity Selena Gomez has this placement!)

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𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭

They usually have a beauty mark to them like freckles on their face (if there's aries/mars placement) or moles plastered around their eye area.

Their face shape is usually oval or more on the longer side.

Another thing I've noticed is that they usually have a lighter eyebrows compared to those bushy darker ones

They naturally might have wide plump lips as well

They might have dimples or chubby cheeks

(Ah yes, Kate Winslet the famous actress from the titanic has this placement!)

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𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜💓, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝!!! 𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕✨

~ 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜26

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Hairstyling

Pairings: MusicArtist aka Jumpin Johnny Jumble/Colora Contour(OC), Mentioned PsychoConductor aka Professor Rocket/Melody Maestra(OC)

I now bestow the Crashbox fandom with a fluffy OC x Canon oneshot fanfic

If you want to learn more about my Crashbox OCs Colora Contour and Melody Maestra, check out my art account @art-tea-chill

Now that I’ve gotten your attention, let the fanfic begin!

It was a relatively normal day off for Jumpin Johnny Jumble, especially so considering how chaotic Crashbox can be normally. While the crew doesn’t really have day offs, the situation at the factory made it an exception. Johnny didn’t really know the whole story, all he remembered from his conversation with Dora Smarmy was that most of the machines broke down during maintenance and thus the robots are still trying to figure on how to replace and/or fix some of them.

Johnny was in the kitchen making himself and Colora their morning drinks. He was making battery acid flavored coffee (he can’t exactly drink liquids normally) and made Colora her favorite, cold sweet tea. While both of them don’t require drinks, heck, Johnny doesn’t even have a mouth and Colora can’t move hers, hers is just painted on her wooden face. Both of them still find it nice to do.

While Johnny put Colora’s tea in the fridge for it to cool off, he spotted something on the table. Upon closer inspection, he figured out it was a magazine. A decently thick one at that. He assumed Colora bought it since he didn’t remember buying anything.

Johnny held the magazine in his wired hands, analyzing the cover. The magazine’s title was “Top 50 Hairstyles Throughout The Decade! FT: Models” Despite not being spelt out, Johnny assumed the magazine was referring to Women’s hairstyles. Considering there were pictures of three women on the left side of the cover. All three photos of the women were vertically aligned on the left of the front cover like a photo strip, only thing that was missing was the iconic black reel to go with it.

The woman in the top left photo was a young blond, she had an athletic high ponytail hairstyle and also had clumps of hair on the sides. The sides reminded him of Princess Peach’s hair and her photo was done at a 3/4ths angle with her facing the right.

The second woman was a brunette and looked older, but still pretty nonetheless. Her hair was more vintage-esque since it was fancy ringlets with a smoothed out top and bangs. Her photo was also at a 3/4ths angle, but she was facing the left instead of the right.

The final woman on the cover had black hair and her hairstyle made it look like she came straight out of the 50s. Her hair was short, not even covering half of her neck, yet it was bobbed up all fancifully. Unlike the other women, her photo angle was more akin to a headshot with as it was front view.

Johnny didn’t really know why Colora bought a hairstyling magazine of all things. It was maybe because he expected her to get something art-related, but to be fair, only doing art stuff all day during multiple day offs does sound maddening. In fact, Johnny thought Colora would probably look gorgeous in most of these hairstyles (not that she already is).

However, Johnny’s train of thought was interrupted when he heard a feminine yawn.

Colora had finally woken up and had walked into the kitchen. Instead of her usual fit, she was wearing a oversized grey t-shirt Johnny bought once and never wore and black baggy pants.

“Good morning sweetie…” Colora said drowsily.

“Mornin’ Babe” Johnny remarked flirtatiously, Colora sleepily giggled at it. “I put your tea in the fridge, I know how you like it cold.”

“Aww…Your so sweet…” Colora remarked before going to get the tea from the fridge, she was usually very drowsy after waking up. Tea helped get her energy back up.

Johnny skimmed through the magazine, all the pages were showing a random hairstyle from a specific decade and a guide on what you need to do to achieve it. Admittedly, it was surprisingly boring considering the content.

“Baby, I’ve gotta question to ask…” Johnny mentioned.

Colora looked back at Johnny, already having finished the tea.

“What’s the question honey?” Colora replied, she started looking at Johnny intently. Just in case it was something serious.

“Were you the one who bought this magazine?” Johnny answered, showing Colora the hairstyling magazine. Colora was relieved to hear it was just about that.

“Oh! Yes I did!” Colora replied excitedly, “I figured since we essentially have a mini summer break because of the machines, I thought hairstyling might help!” Colora then switched to a disappointed face, “But sadly, that book was boring! I guess it’s true of what they say, check out the market before you park it!”

“Yeah…” the content was pretty crummy.” Johnny responded. “Although we don’t have to return that magazine exactly…”

Colora switched to a more confused face, “What do you mean?”

“Colora”, Johnny continued, “Do you want me to style your hair?”

Colora switched to a more happier face on the flick of a dime.

“Really?!” Colora exclaimed excitedly, “Thank you!” Johnny chuckled at her enthusiasm, he genuinely liked her goofiness.

Both Johnny and Colora moved to the living room, with Johnny sitting on the couch and with Colora slightly propped up against the cushions. Johnny figured a low, loose ponytail would suit her.

“Hey babe” Johnny asked, “Do you have a hair tie on you?”

Colora shook her head, “Sorry honey, I don’t. But! There should be some in the bathroom!”

“Thanks babe” said Johnny as he went to the bathroom, he came back into the living room with one hair tie around one of his wired fingers.

Both of them had a very fun morning to say. Whilst Johnny was doing Colora’s hair, Colora was chatting with him about random topics: Art, painting, Melody Maestra and Professor Rocket having recently discovered romantic tension, etc.

In the end, Johnny was right. Colora looks very beautiful in a messy low and loose ponytail.

#crashbox #crashbox oc #romantic #romance #fluff #just shipping in general i guess #shipping #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #dora smarmy #Crashbox MusicArtist

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The Anatomy of an American Beauty

By Kitty Quinn, Photographed by Milan Lazovski, Makeup by Kitty Quinn, Styled by Kitty Quinn & Milan Lazovski, Model: Ashtyn Vanlerberghe

Lovely, luscious and exotic are just a few of the adjectives that could be used to describe the illustrious blonde bombshell. She’s the golden girl of Hollywood, a quintessential aspect of the American dream and serves as the embodiment of femininity according to societal standards. The blonde bombshell is a vessel for love and sex but is disregarded in all other respects. Though presented in a more sensationalized fashion, she is not treated much differently than the average woman and can represent a reflection of the collective view on femininity and womanhood.

The term “bombshell” being used to describe an attractive woman can be traced back to a popular sex symbol of the 1930s, Jean Harlow. Known for her striking platinum blonde hair, Harlow was appropriately casted in the 1931 film, Platinum Blonde, which garnered her the title of the original blonde bombshell. By 1933, Harlow was casted to play in the film Bombshell, where the posters outlined her as the “Blonde Bombshell of filmdom”. Following this, the term “blonde bombshell” became a common descriptor for blondes within Hollywood. However, according to the Online Etymology Dictionary by Douglas Harper, the term “bombshell” cannot be fully traced within widespread vernacular until 1942. Following the establishment of the term, during the 1940s to the 1960s, it became widely popular due to icons such as Marilyn Monroe, Mae West, Brigitte Bardot, and more. Moreover, during these times counterparts to the blonde bombshell began to appear in the form of brunette and ethnic resembling women as well. In order to easily identify a bombshell, there are a few factors such as hypersexual behavior, a curvaceous figure, a tantalizing personality and a beauty sought after by women and lusted for by men.

Even in times where sexuality is frowned upon, she appears like a shining star of sensuality in the darkness; perhaps that’s what makes her alluring, or maybe its the fact that she owns her power and uses it accordingly. In that way, the bombshell can be viewed as empowering to a certain degree. Despite this however, she is merely a pawn to the American dream. She isn’t her brains or ambitions, she is to be sought after above all. During the golden age of Hollywood, it seemed to many that the American dream was alive and breathing within the heart of Los Angeles. Thousands traveled in hopes to make it big after seeing the success of the stars that spangled the silver screen. What made the American dream so appealing to men especially was the possibility of possessing things like fame, fortune and even the woman of their dreams. The concept of blonde bombshell within itself represents this “all American” image that is in such high demand; however, it also represents the darker side of it as well.

For the most part, the blonde bombshell has typically caucasian features such as the obvious blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin. While bombshells of all races and hair colors were seeing a rise, especially in the latter half of the 1950’s and 1960’s, the blonde bombshell always seemed to be able to reach prolific heights of stardom while other bombshells and women of color were pushed aside. Women of color were rarely given the bombshell title despite being highly sexualized. Rather than being idolized and rewarded, these women were vilified for their sexuality instead.

That’s not to say women like Eartha Kitt, Lena Horne, Dorothy Danridge, Diahann Carroll, and many more weren’t admired— in fact, they were. However, due to racist ideologies and large focus on the “American ideal”, they could never be mythologized like Marilyn Monroe and her other white bombshell counterparts.

The bombshell archetype is harmful to all women, just in different ways. While women like Marilyn Monroe would never be racially discriminated against, a nearly universal experience for all bombshells is the mistreatment that they face. Far too often people see a sexually liberated woman and feel entitled to sexual favors because they are seen behaving a certain way. This isn't just an issue of the past, but something that continues on even in present times. For example, when Pamela Anderson’s sex tape with Tommy Lee leaked in 1995, Lee was admired while Anderson faced more sexual harassment than ever before. Lee was able to move on with his life, but Anderson continues to experience the negative effects 27 years later. With the release of the Disney+ series Pam & Tommy this year, Anderson’s power was taken away once more and her story was told without her consent. Countless other bombshells like Anna Nicole Smith, Jayne Mansfield, and nearly all of the aforementioned women also have tragic experiences that endlessly haunted them throughout their lives.

There is a common misconception that because our society values beauty and because these women are beautiful, that they would lead relatively unproblematic and happy lives. Past surface level, it is easy to see that this is quite the contrary. Although deified and highly valued, the bombshell is hated for the same reasons that she is so loved. In film, bombshells were either killed or tamed with marriage as punishment for provocatively due to the shame that sexual desires provoke within our society’s puritanical ideals about sex. The bombshell archetype is just another case of women being condemned for the carnal desires that they bring out in men.

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The seasonal recurrence obliges, the coastal city hosts the most famous of the events of the Seventh Art. With nearly 700 distinguished guests gathered by the industry cinemadaily movie presentations, social evenings and a Red carpet star, the Cannes Film Festival 2022 It has nothing to envy to previous years. Submitted and closed by virginia efiradesignated as master of ceremonies this year, this glamorous event is an opportunity to receive several personalities, gathered in turn in this very Red carpet. Carla Bruni, Eva Longoria, Bérénice Bejo, Emily Ratajkowski, Kristen Stewart, Marion Cotillard, but also in general, tom cruise, Romain Duris on the side of the fair sex… The stars responded to the call of the sirens of the Palais des Festivals. Yet, among all the celebrities, sophie-marceau It was without a doubt the most anticipated. And as usual, the 55-year-old French actress did not stop making the photographers' flashes crackle during the traditional photo call Cannes. Sophie Marceau at the 2022 Cannes Film Festival What would be the cannes film festival without the presence ofFrance's Favorite Actress ? Obviously it is not what it is. Thus, in order not to break the protocol, the star revealed in Party -the two-part mini saga that launched her acting career at the age of 14, once again climbed the legendary steps this May 24, 2022. Radiant as always, she is with Amira Casar (The truth if I lie)from Juan DujardinMélanie Laurent, Anne Parillaud and Niels Schneider, who sophie-marceau stormed the red carpet at Cannes. If she came to attend the premiere of the film. The innocent directed by Louis Garrel, it is precisely her evening dress that is the pretext to draw attention to the radiant fifties. Sophie Marceau: in a red jumpsuit on the red carpet at the 2022 Cannes Film Festival Aside from thirtysomething models Bella Hadid and Cara Delevingne, sophie-marceau has confirmed its status as a fashion icon for the umpteenth time. And rightfully so, the director's protégé Liza Azuelos with whom she collaborated on LOL and i love america, sophie-marceau become a combination vermilion red bustier, perfect in every way for her X-morphology. A perfect fashion jumpsuit for Sophie Marceau's X shape Undoubtedly the most coveted morphological signature, the X-shaped or "hourglass morpho" sculpted by Sophie Marceau and many other women, is distinguished by an alignment of the shoulders and hips, as well as a marked waist. Thus, to enhance the body characteristics of the French actress, her team of stylists opted for a steamy passion red jumpsuitso that Sophie Maupu, her real name, electrifies the the croisette. Coordinate to a layer and Cartier jewels, this jumpsuit pants He definitely has everything to please. between a perfect fit at the waistand flared throughout the legs, as well as a strapless neckline that highlights Sophie Marceau's shoulder set, all elements come together to flatter the morphological assets of the talented brunette. Sophie Marceau and Monica Bellucci in red, at the 2009 Cannes Film Festival A look reminiscent of climbing the steps of sophie-marceau and Italian actress Monica Bellucci on May 16, 2009, during which the two celebrities, all of them Red dresses, gathered for the presentation of the film do not look back. Proof that the Redis and will continue to be star color of the stars. Also read: (function() var _fbq = window._fbq )(); window._fbq = window._fbq || []; window._fbq.push(["track", "PixelInitialized", ]);

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Will You Marigami Me: Marigami Week Day 2

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Day 2 of @marigami-week 2020!

Day 1 | Day 3 | AO3 link

2. First Meetings

“– Adrien’s arriving today, and since that’s going to be his seat, this is going to be my seat. Get it?”

Kagami Tsurugi’s first impression of her new class is…not great. An unpleasant blonde dressed in eyewatering yellow and white – whose pale pink lipstick is not doing wonders with her tan skin, and Kagami is willing to bet that she considers herself some kind of fashion icon – is looming over a pale girl who looks like she’s of East Asian descent just like Kagami, with her jet-black pigtails and her softer nose ridge in comparison to the blonde girl.

“Who’s Adrien?” the pigtailed girl says. The blonde bursts into shrill peals of laughter, accompanied by the pale redhead next to her.

“Can you believe she doesn’t know who Adrien is?” the blonde says. “What rock have you been living under?”

Kagami turns to look at the redheaded teacher, waiting for her to use her authority and resolve the issue, but the teacher is just sitting at her desk and regarding the confrontation with an air of detached interest. Ah. A teacher who believes that children should solve their own problems. While Kagami might ordinarily respect that, this seems to be far from the first altercation that these girls have had, so why hasn’t the teacher spoken up and resolved it?

And Kagami was so hoping to go an entire day without making an enemy. Oh well. It’s hardly the first time she’s gotten on the wrong side of someone with an inflated ego. Before she can intervene, however, she’s beaten by a dark-skinned girl with reddish-brown curls, who’s sitting alone at the front desk in the other column of seats.

“Hey, who elected you Queen of Seats?” says the brunette girl, standing up and crossing her arms. The blonde sneers at her.

“Oh, look, Sabrina! We’ve got a little do-gooder in our class this year!” the blonde says. The redhead – Sabrina – giggles. “What are you gonna do, super newbie? Shoot beams at me with your glasses?”

The brunette rolls her eyes and heads for the pigtailed girl. “Wouldn’t you like to know. Come on.”

The pigtailed girl trips on her way down to the front, spilling her box of macarons everywhere, and her face flushes as she scrambles to gather them up while the blonde and her friend Sabrina laugh loudly. The teacher finally leans forward, but before Kagami can hope that she’ll finally speak on the matter…

“Has everyone found a seat?” the teacher says once the students are all seated. Kagami blinks. A girl was blatantly bullied in front of her and she’s doing nothing? And judging by the air between the two girls, this rivalry has been going on for a while.

Wait. No. It’s not a rivalry. To call it that would imply that they’re on even footing, and the blonde most definitely has the pigtailed girl under her foot, not to mention every other classmate who just sat and watched silently. No wonder the pigtailed girl has no confidence, if this has been a long-term thing. Well, unluckily for the blonde, Kagami is not in a good mood; not after losing her chance to join the most prestigious fencing teacher in Paris due to being late for her tryout to help an old man in a hideous red Hawaiian shirt being harassed by a group of older teenage boys. And as Mr D’Argencourt had rightly said, if Kagami can’t be on time for her tryout, how can she be trusted as a reliable student?

“If your friendship with this Adrien is contingent on you sitting near him, I fail to see how it’s particularly strong,” Kagami says, slowly approaching the blonde as one would approach a venomous snake. She pauses in front of the desk and makes sure to loom over the blonde just as the blonde had done with the pigtailed girl. Unlike the pigtailed girl, the blonde merely raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“Adrikins and I happen to be childhood friends, new girl number two,” she says. “And I wouldn’t advise getting on my bad side like super newbie just did.”

Kagami’s lips twitch without her permission. The blonde’s trying to come across as tough, but she’s really just reinforcing Kagami’s first impression of her: a particularly weak bully whose only power is some kind of influence that she seems to have over everyone. This action doesn’t go unnoticed by the blonde.

“You dare laugh at moi?” The blonde slams her hands on the tabletop. “I am Chloé Bourgeois, daughter of the mayor of Paris and the Style Queen herself!”

Ah. There it is. Kagami had been wondering how this Chloé had so much power. Allowing herself a small smirk, Kagami draws herself up and straightens her back.

“And I am Kagami Tsurugi, only daughter of Tomoe Tsurugi and heir of the Tsurugi family,” Kagami says. “I can match you in both wealth and influence.”

Chloé snorts, while her classmates start to mutter. “Wealth, maybe. But influence? I’m Paris’ darling!”

“No,” Kagami says. “You’re no one’s darling but the mayor’s, if what I’ve seen in this room is any indication. The only reason you have influence is because of him, and if he wasn’t in power?” She shrugs. “I, on the other hand, have worked for my prestige. I’ve won fencing competitions and plan to compete in the Olympics. I’m a model student. Everything I have apart from my wealth has been earned.”

The other students’ heads swivel back and forth between Kagami and Chloé, as though watching a particularly exciting fencing match. Except in this case, Chloé’s far from the trickiest opponent that Kagami’s dealt with. In fact, judging by the interesting shade of splotchy red that her face is turning, she seems to know very well that she’s not winning this bout, even if she’s not going down without a fight. Out of the corner of her eye, Kagami notices a tan boy with golden hair and green eyes appear in the doorway, then pause and frown at the scene that’s unfolding before him.

“I will destroy you, Tsurugi,” Chloé snarls, drawing Kagami’s attention back to the petty drama before her. “I will make your school life a living hell. You think they’ll lift a finger against me? My daddy can cut their funding just like –” She snaps her fingers, “– that. No one would dare side with some ugly Asian bitch with a super tacky haircut over me, so you may as well go and mingle with Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kim Chiến Lê over on that side of the room.”

Kagami can’t help but laugh at the fact that Chloé thinks that she’s just made a terrifying threat. The pigtailed girl – Marinette – is watching the confrontation with wide eyes, so Kagami offers her an attempt at a small smile. From what Kagami’s seen of her, she seems to be a sweet girl, if lacking in self-confidence, but Kagami has plenty of self-confidence to offer. That is, if Marinette is willing to be her friend. Kagami’s not sure how to go about befriending someone.

“And how do you think my mother would react?” Kagami says. “She sent me to this school under the assumption that it’s the best one in Paris. If the quality started to slip, she would most definitely investigate. And while your father may be extremely influential here in Paris, I highly doubt that he could withstand an inquiry led by the national board of education. So, go and run to your daddy. Tattle on me. But I can promise you that if your inflated sense of entitlement affects my education in any way, your influence will disappear just like –” She copies Chloé’s earlier move and snaps her fingers, “– that.”

Chloé opens her mouth, closes it, then lets out a terrible little snarl and slouches back in her seat, crossing her arms. “Whatever. Like I give a damn about your empty threats. But I’m not moving, and you can’t make me!”

“Yes, I can!” Marinette stomps over to the desk and stops next to Kagami with her hands on her hips. “That’s my seat, Chloé. I ended up there in the first place because you made me, and I’m not playing musical chairs just because you want to sit with this Adrien guy, who’s probably just as stuck-up and snobbish as you!”

Chloé’s blue eyes glitter dangerously. However, Kagami’s pleased to see that this time, Marinette doesn’t back down.

“Watch how you speak to me, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloé hisses. “You’re nothing but a baker’s daughter. Don’t make me put you in your place again.”

Marinette shoots a look at Kagami and straightens her spine. “Well, as Alya said, “all that’s necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing”. And as Kagami said, if your father takes it out on the school, people will have to take notice! I’m not going to sit back and let you bully me any longer! Now, move. You’re in my seat.”

Chloé makes no attempt to move, instead regarding Marinette with a curled lip. It’s at that moment that the blond boy in the doorway makes his presence known by clearing his throat and, judging by the way Chloé squeals and almost launches herself out of her seat, this must be the Adrien she’d talked about. Her shrill shriek confirms this.

“Adrikins! You’re here! Come, I saved you a seat right in front of –”

“I don’t sit with bullies.” Adrien’s shaking but holding himself tall, and Kagami’s first impression is that this is someone who’s very much unaccustomed to standing up to people. Maybe Kagami can help him as well. Helping people is what friends do, right?

“Bullies?” Chloé gives an exaggerated gasp. “Moi? Adrikins, you don’t know what –”

“I saw everything, Chloé. If you weren’t a bully, then why did you call Kagami that? Why did you just threaten Marinette?”

“And she’s wrong,” Marinette says, chancing a quick sideways peek at Kagami. “Kagami’s not ugly. She’s super pretty. It’s a bit hypocritical for someone to call her ugly when they think that shade of lipstick matches their skin tone.”

Kagami slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. She sneaks a look at Adrien to see if he’s going to disapprove of Marinette’s jab, but he thankfully seems to have tuned it out. That’s something that Marinette needed for her self-confidence, and it’s not even a particularly mean remark. And to be fair, Kagami probably wouldn’t be this close to losing control of herself and laughing if not for Marinette’s compliment. The fact that a gorgeous girl thinks she’s pretty too…

“No, Chloé, I don’t want to sit anywhere near you,” Adrien finishes. “Now, give Marinette her seat back.”

For a moment, Chloé doesn’t move. But then, with a wail, she jumps to her feet and stomps back to her usual desk, with Sabrina scurrying behind her. Marinette sinks down in her seat with a wide smile, joined by Alya a second later.

“Thank you,” Marinette says, directing her smile at Adrien. He grins and ducks his head.

“No problem. I just really hate bullies. And I never thought she was like that.” He turns to Kagami and adds, “Do you want this seat? I’m happy to sit at one of the back desks.”

Although she usually sits in the front, Kagami finds herself shaking her head. For one, she’ll be right across the aisle from a furiously scowling Chloé, which isn’t something she particularly wants to deal with all year. And for another, the dark-skinned brunet boy with the blue T-shirt who’s watching them from next to the empty seat seems like he’ll be much better company than the massive boy behind Alya, who gives off an air of very much wanting to be left alone, or the redheaded boy in the back behind the large boy, who’s doodling in a notebook. Kagami can co-exist with either of them, but Adrien seems to be a much livelier person than her, and he could potentially make great friends with this brunet boy in the front row.

“You take it,” Kagami says. Adrien’s face lighting up lets her know that this had very much been the right call, so she offers a small smile of her own in return and treks up to the large boy. “May I sit next to you?”

“Oh – uh, yeah,” the boy mumbles after a moment, so Kagami takes her seat beside him.

“Wonderful!” The teacher claps her hands like she’d done anything to help defuse the situation. “Now, for those of you who don’t know, my name is Ms Bustier…”

Kagami tunes out Ms Bustier after that, because Marinette turns to give her a radiant smile and mouth, “Thank you”. Kagami smiles back and ducks her head. Is this what it’s like to have friends? Hopefully, it’s not always this dramatic, although Kagami doesn’t think she’d mind drama if it means being Marinette’s friend.

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166. Sonic the Hedgehog #98

Sonic Adventure 2

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Patrick "Spaz" Spaziante Colors: Patrick Spaziante and Nelson Ribeiro

Welcome to Sonic Adventure 2, everyone! Now, you would be excused for thinking that the comic would want to handle such a highly anticipated and ultimately successful game in the same manner as it did the first one, but you would be wrong! I'm going to spoil it for you right now - we only get part of the story in the comics. This one issue used to cover the entirety of the game, and as we'll see this presents some serious problems. But let's dive in, I'll save my rants for after we go over everything.

So our story doesn't actually begin where the previous issue left off. Instead, it begins three months ago, right on the tail end of the previous Sonic Adventure, in fact. The comics never really did address exactly what happened to Eggman in between being chased out of Station Square by Silver Sonic, and returning to Robotropolis. Well, as it turns out, he ended up being chased, somehow, all the way to one Prison Island, where Silver Sonic cornered him and blasted the ground out from under him, causing him to fall down a dark hole. Satisfied that it had killed him, Silver Sonic returned to Station Square to resume its defensive protocol there, but in actuality he had fallen into a secret lab with something very interesting hidden inside…

Now fast forward to a mere week ago. In the dead of night within Station Square, a mysterious figure broke into a top-security vault to steal the city's last remaining Chaos Emerald. Silver Sonic tried to prevent the theft, but…

News of the theft soon reached the desk of the city's president, who mistook the figure as the hero who had defended Station Square from Chaos mere months ago, because apparently in every Sonic canon, no one can ever tell Sonic and Shadow apart, not even Sonic's best goddamn friends. Seriously, at least in the anime it's explained as being a deliberate set-up by GUN to cover their own asses regarding the Project Shadow disaster years ago. I know I've joked before about Sonic being an extremely average-looking Mobian hedgehog which is why he's so easily mistaken for other people, but seriously, Shadow and Sonic's profiles and quill style don't even look alike, let alone their fur color.

That is a very bizarre-looking Rouge. For whatever reason, they decided to draw her a lot in this era with like… claw hands, and I don't even understand where they got that from. In the game itself one of her upgrades is called "Pick Nails" and I guess you could extrapolate that to mean razor-sharp nails under her gloves that don't show up on her low-poly 3D model or something, but all her 2D art depicts her with normal-looking rounded fingertips, so I don't even know. Anyway, the comic goes on about how the president put together an elite task force to track Sonic down and arrest him for his supposed crimes, and now they've finally found him just outside Knothole. Man, if some randos from Station Square could find where Knothole was, how the hell has Eggman not figured it out yet? They pull out actual, deadly rifles and start firing wildly at him, and he dances around cheekily, stealing their guns and taunting them. This ends when they shoot an electrified net onto him, and soon he's handcuffed in the back of their helicopter, being taken to the hidden city. Of course, we know how this goes from here - he breaks free inside the 'copter and bursts out its side, peeling off a strip of metal to use as his makeshift skateboard, because even though this isn't the 90s anymore, it's still the 90s.

We're then treated to a short montage of Spaz's interpretation of City Escape - landing on the streets, surfing down sloped roads, soaping on walkway rails and leaping over any obstacles in his way. Honestly, the action is a bit hard to follow - Spaz is certainly a talented artist in many respects, but I think his decision here to move on from his somewhat simpler designs from before hurts rather than helps, as the action and lines become so chaotic that you have to really concentrate to follow what's going on. There's just a bit too much happening, so that your eyes are drawn all over the place without really focusing on a specific focal point of each image. But anyway, we all know how City Escape ends - with the iconic GUN truck chase!

And that's… it! No, seriously, that's all we get for the actual story of SA2. The final text box invites us to play the game itself to see how it all ends, but there's a number of problems with that, the foremost being that the game takes place in an entirely different canon. We've got completely different circumstances that led up to these events. We've got characters missing - Tails still hasn't been returned to Knothole yet, Knuckles is off somewhere else struggling with his newfound powers, and humans aren't even the dominant species on the planet like they are in the game. This would leave any comic fan with a bitter taste in their mouth, as there's no actual resolution provided and no explanation for how the story will play out with so many of the original players out of commission. Many issues from now, Ian Flynn actually addressed this exact problem and gave a condensed version of events to explain exactly what we're missing, so at least we have that to look forward to in the future. There is one more story after this, and I have additional problems with that one, but let's cover the rest of the issue before I give my final opinions.

As the Shadow Awakes!

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Ron Lim Colors: Frank Gagliardo

So this story actually jumps us back fifty years to see Shadow's beginnings. Professor Gerald, Eggman's grandfather on his mother's side, has been working for a long time on his latest project, which he hopes will see the end of disease and untimely death and even be able to cure his granddaughter Maria's unspecified terminal illness. This project is, of course, Shadow the Hedgehog, who, as an excited and astonished Gerald watches, begins to move inside his pod. The inexplicably-brunette Maria suddenly calls him at his lab, telling him that she can see a military spaceship flying toward the ARK, their space station, and Gerald, in a panic, orders her to come to him. He knows that the military is here to take possession of his project, and believing them to be too simple-minded to understand his intentions for the project, wants to evacuate immediately. He's immediately proven right, as the military men who board the station scoff at the idea that an "old scientist and his crippled granddaughter" could pose any trouble to them as they intend to take the professor's project by force. Gerald sends Maria and Shadow, the latter now out of his pod, to evacuate in an escape pod, but of course, we know how this ends…

I think this is the only Sonic media I can think of that actually directly shows Maria dying. In both the game and the anime, the shot happens offscreen, and Shadow is ejected before Maria actually takes her last breath. I do have a problem with how the scene is portrayed here, however, as a big conflict that Shadow goes through during SA2 is his vast misinterpretation of her last request to him, whereas here she seems to just die immediately without saying another word. The military takes Gerald into custody, and shortly thereafter recovers Shadow from the escape pod, taking them both to Prison Island where they force Gerald to continue his work under their supervision. Gerald, however, is devastated at Maria's death, and thus plans out his revenge in secret under the guise of continuing his work as demanded.

The military eventually caught on to his nefarious plans, and had Gerald executed and Shadow sealed away in suspended animation on Prison Island, where it remained undisturbed and forgotten for the next fifty years. Of course, this is what Eggman found on the island, and now he's poised to use his grandfather's own work to conquer the world. My biggest problem with this story, ultimately, is that it essentially acts as one huge spoiler for the game. Everyone now, almost twenty years on, probably knows the general gist of the story, but this comic was published when it was still very new, and this entire story basically spoils the biggest twist in the game right off the bat. Furthermore, in this story, Shadow literally wakes up, goes straight to the pod, watches Maria - who he knows nothing about - die, and then gets sealed away in his stasis pod for fifty years. There's literally no time for him to even develop a personality, let alone a relationship with Maria, which is the single most important thing in his backstory. I believe this was later retconned, but this is still a huge thing to overlook in an adaption of this game.

But anyway, yeah, that's it. That's all we get for the time being. A few brief glimpses of Shadow, and one whole cameo from Rouge. It will be a while yet before Shadow gets to make his reappearance, since like in the game, at the end of their adventure he falls from space and is subsequently believed to be dead. Honestly, the entire thing kind of gives off the impression that they felt like they had to make some kind of comic tie-in to the game, but didn't feel like interrupting what they already had going with the whole "Sonic goes to high school" thing, which is clearly far more interesting of a story. So they basically went "yeah, something like this happened, but now let's just get back to the real story." It's honestly very weird, so weird that, again, they needed a later fix-it issue to explain everything, but for now, we'll just have to move on.

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sth 98 #writer: karl bollers #writer: ken penders #pencils: pat spaziante #pencils: ron lim #colors: pat spaziante #colors: nelson ribeiro #colors: frank gagliardo

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Sweet Pea (Part 1)

A/N: This is part 1 of a fanfic based on the heartbreaking headcanon by @esteladannishreyakamilah and for ES Appreciation Week Day 2 hosted graciously by @brightpinkpeppercorn and @mysteli. And for @choices-december-challenge day 8: family hosted by @kinda-iconic Characters: Estela Montoya, Nicolas Montoya, baby Olivia Montoya, Jake McKenzie Summary: This is a take on Estela's story post Vaanu ending. She handfasted M!MC and they were able to conceive a child (unknown to Taylor before his sacrifice). Rating: PG-PG13 Word Count: 3,400 Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Pixelberry. There are two however original characters that I can claim.

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Estela wakes in the middle of the night to the sound of her daughter crying down the hall. In an instant she's out of bed and heading for the door. She scoops up and throws on a pale blue robe along the way; hastily tying it around her waist before exiting into the corridor. Upon reaching Olivia's room, she takes great care to enter slowly and quietly. Curled up tightly beneath her quilted comforter, the distressed four year old thrashes, still in the midst of what Estela assumes is a nightmare. The young mother brushes the disheveled brown hair out of her face, kneels down and plants a gentle kiss on Olivia's head.

“Olivia, baby, it's ok. Mommy's here.” She runs a hand through her daughter's hair and slowly but surely, the little girl turns over to face her mother. Tears come in a steady stream as she whimpers and gently wraps her arms around Estela. “M-momma?” Her small body trembles as she struggles to speak. “Yes, I'm here baby. What is it? What's scaring you?” “The- the man.” “What man?” Estela's gaze snaps to the dark corners of her daughter's room instinctively but nothing seems out of place or otherwise disturbed. “The man with no face.” Her small body is overcome with tremors upon uttering these words. The blood running through Estela’s veins turns to ice when Olivia describes her tormentor. It couldn't possibly be? No. Not a chance. Just a bad dream. She quickly shakes off the nightmarish thought and focuses on comforting her little one. “It sounds like your tio abuelo has been letting you watch scary movies again. I'm going to have a talk with him first thing in the morning.” “Don't be mad at him mommy. He only let me watch the Terminanator movie with the liquid man.” Ah, now her nightmare makes perfect sense. Nicolas would definitely have some explaining to do. Estela's heart rate slows and the fear in her mind dissipates. “Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” “P-pwease?” The toddler begins to dry her face as a smile finally begins to form upon it. “Come on then; let's go. You have to be well rested for our visitor tomorrow.” The little girl's eyes grow wide with excitement when she remembers who is coming to visit. “Uncle Jake!” “Yes, that's right.” Estela playfully ruffles her daughters hair before leading the way back to the master bedroom. As Olivia once again falls fast asleep, her mother lays awake wrestling with painful memories.

She recalls that it's been almost five years since her husband gave his life to restore the world. Her father, Rourke, who was brought to justice and later executed for the murder of her mother in addition to his crimes against humanity. The justice served to her father brought great peace of mind as she subconsciously blamed him for Taylor’s fate. She remembers finally returning home to San Trobida, her Tio Nicolas and the persistent morning sickness that followed soon after. Then came nerve racking trip to the doctor that revealed the biggest surprise of her life: she was pregnant. Taylor had left this world with no way of knowing he was a father to be and this thought left Estela broken for many months. But with the support of her new extended family and of course, tio Nicolas, she met the challenge of motherhood head on. When the day of birth finally came, the decision of what to name her took but a split second in the young woman’s mind. She would be named for her grandmother: Olivia. Estela wakes the next morning with Olivia clinging tightly to her side. She glances at the at the clock on the nightstand and mentally kicks herself for oversleeping. “Olivia; wake up baby. We have to eat and get dressed. Jake will be here any minute.” In the blink of an eye, the blankets are tossed over the young mother's head and a tiny body erupts from beneath. “Yaaay! Uncle Jake is coming! What are you waiting for mommy? Let's go alwedey!” The little girl leaps out of bed and runs off down the hallway before Estela can remove the blankets from her face. The ecstatic toddler runs all the way to the kitchen where Nicolas is making breakfast for the three of them. “Hey chiquita, where's the fire? Breakfast is not even finished yet.” “I came to warn you tio abuelo; mommy’s mad at you.” She pulls out a chair from the kitchen table before climbing up and sitting down. “Mad at me? What did I do-” Estela quietly walks up behind him and grabs his ear, twisting it just hard enough to get his attention. “You let Olivia watch Judgement Day?” “Ow, Estelita! There's nothing wrong with T2. Hell, by the time you were her age, we'd already watched Aliens like three times. Ellen Ripley was your idol. What's the problem?” “First off, language. Second: she had a nightmare last night! She woke up saying that a faceless man was scaring her.” Estela releases his ear and Nicolas tenderly rubs it before responding. “Aw chiquita Livita, is this true?” The old man thoughtfully strokes his greying mustache as he looks to his great niece sorrowfully. Olivia nods while taking a bite of the toast in her hand. “Yes tio… the man was scawey. But he didn't say anything. He just stared at me until momma woke me up.” “Well I guess we have to be more careful with what we watch from now on huh?” Nicolas turns his attention back to the the frying pan on the stove; carefully avoiding his niece's cold gaze. The distant drone of a plane's engine catches everyone's attention and prevents Estela from further interrogating her tio. “Uncle Jakey is here!” Olivia flies off her chair and makes a mad dash for the front door. “Olivia, wait! You're not even dressed.” Her words fall upon deaf ears as Olivia is already outside and running across the front lawn while looking skyward, anxiously searching for her highly anticipated visitor. “Damn, I'm not even dressed.” Estela turns and briskly makes her way back down the hall. She tosses off her robe after closing the bedroom door behind her and grabs a pair of jeans and a black tank top from an open dresser drawer. The pants are all but jumped into and the shirt is slipped on just as quickly while she ties her hair back into a messy ponytail. Last but not least, her signature blue hoodie is snatched up as she makes her way back to the kitchen. While walking past the breakfast table, she scoops up a bagel and clamps it between her teeth before finally wrestling on the jacket. Nicolas sees her choice of nourishment and holds up his hands in bewilderment. “Really Estelita, a bagel?” He gestures to the magnificent breakfast that took all morning to prepare. Estela simply shrugs while chomping into the baked good. “We overslept because of your bad movie night decision so I'd say we are even. We’ll see you in a bit. Bye tio.” With those words she kicks open the front door and runs off to find her wayward daughter. Nicolas, being the stubborn man that he is, follows and yells after her. “Hey, why don't you invite your hot shot, pilot friend to breakfast? He's got the best stories and is always welcome. Also, can you remind me again why you two aren't a… you know, thing?” The young brunette whirls around to face her uncle. “Tio, my love life is none of your business. We've been over this before. Besides, that's just… weird.” “How is it weird when you've already built him his own private airstrip on our land?” “We've gone over this before as well! I got tired of driving to the airport and he loves being able to drop in anytime to see Olivia. It's a win win situation until you make it weird. Anyways, bye tio!” Estela waves him off and heads toward the sound of a small child bursting with joy. Olivia is jumping up and down in a hedonistic manner just outside the front yard barrier screaming at the top of her lungs. “Yaaay, Uncle Jake! Do the thing. Do the thing!” An small, older model passenger aircraft, barrels toward the Montoya property. As it closes in, the plane shifts completely onto its side, into an aerial jackknife before it blazes past the young mother and her child. “Momma, he did it! He did it!” Olivia jumps up and down while feverishly waving her arms. “Yeah baby I saw. But that's the wrong type of plane for doing that kind of stuff. If you knew his track record with things that fly, you'd be a little bit more nervous when he does that. Now, get inside and put some actual clothes on while I fetch the truck. You're not dressed for visitors.” Olivia looks down at the long, white sleeping shirt that hangs past her knees. “Aww mom, do I have to?!” She twists her face into the most pitiful expression that it can muster in an attempt to sway her mother. “Yes. Now go on. Let's not keep him waiting.” “Maaaan.” The toddler hangs her head as she half jogs back to the house. Once the door closes behind her daughter, Estela makes her way around the back side of the house and to the detached garage. With a quick tug of the handle, she lifts the door open and hoists it overhead before grabbing a set of keys and jumping into the old utility vehicle. The aged, yet trusty truck roars to life and Estela slowly guides it toward the front of the house. As she rounds the north east corner of the building, a door flies open and little Olivia emerges, fully dressed with a slice of toast in hand. The young mother barely has time to come to a complete stop before her exhilarated daughter climbs aboard. “Hurry mom! We're gonna miss ‘im landing!” “Seatbelt, Olivia.” “Mom!” The toddler bounces in her seat furiously; seconds away from erupting into a tantrum. “Olivia. You have seen him land more times than you can probably count. You'll live. Now put on your seatbelt or we're not going anywhere.” Estela folds her arms sternly as she waits for the stubborn little girl to comply. After an extremely brief stare down, Olivia relents and quickly snaps her seatbelt into place. “Can we go now, puh-lease?” “Yes. Thank you for listening faster this time.” With these words, Estela puts the vehicle in gear and speeds off toward the airstrip to meet their guest. The old utility vehicle pulls onto the runway just as their visitor climbs out of his plane. Olivia leaps out of the truck and takes off running; her messy ponytail bounces wildly behind as she runs into the arms of Jake. He bursts into joyous laughter as she knocks him to the ground unintentionally. “Sweet Pea! Did ya miss me?” The pilot swats at the child's ponytail playfully. “Of course I did uncle Jake! Momma made us late ‘cause she wouldn't let me come down here in my jammies .” “Yep, that sounds just like your mom. You wanna help me up so I can get your gifts?” He offers his up his hand as the little girl's eyes grow wide. “You brought me pwesents?!” She grabs his hand with both of hers and tries desperately to pull him into a standing position. “You bet I did. I missed your birthday and I'm still really upset about it. So, I made sure to get you something fun and something extremely special.” Jake rises to a standing position, allowing Olivia to believe she had lifted him herself. “Wait right there and close your eyes. No peeking!” “Okay uncle Jake.” She carefully opens one eye slightly, trying not to be obvious as the pilot disappears into back into his plane. When he reemerges with hands behind his back, the first thing he does is call her out. “Hey, I said no peeking sweet pea. Now close ‘em.” He quietly walks up to her, kneels down, and presents his gift. “I want you to meet someone. This is Felix.” Olivia opens her eyes to find Jake holding a plushie alligator that's anthropomorphic in nature; complete with suspenders, a plaid shirt and a big hat. Her eyes grow wide with excitement as she reaches out for the toy. “F-felix?” “Yeah! Say hello Felix.” Jake clears his throat and lays his accent on as thick as possible. “Whooyeee! Howdy there lil sweet pea! It sure is nice to meet ya!” The little girl giggles excitedly and takes the plushie from Jake. “This is silly. Alli-magators don't wear clothes or hats!” “You are absolutely correct. We actually eat gator where I'm from.” Olivia gasps and hides Felix behind her back. “You're not eating Felix!” “Of course not. He's your friend now and can already tell you're like two peas in a pod. Now. There's one more gift and this is more like a long term commitment/ project for you and I. Let me grab it.” Jake once again ducks back into his plane as Estela finally makes her way over to see what all the fuss is about. She smiles warmly at Olivia who is affectionately cuddling her new toy. Her attention snaps back to the door of the plane when the pilot reappears carrying a shovel and a sapling that has its roots wrapped in gunny sack. Mother and daughter share a confused look as Jake holds his hand up in a ‘ta-da’ fashion. “You brought me a twee?” “Not just any tree sweet pea. This is a Laurel oak; native to the region I call home. She's gonna get real big. I was thinking we plant her here and I make you a promise. In a few years, when she's tall and strong enough, I'll build you a treehouse. As she grows up higher we'll make the ladder going up to your fort longer and longer. We can make the treehouse bigger and better along the way too. Finally, one day when I'm ready to retire, I'll convince your mom to let me move down here and live out of a hammock we can hang from one of the branches. Sounds pretty good to me. What do you think sweet pea?” Olivia is speechless; her mouth is ajar as she tries to process Jake's proposition. When she's finally able to break free of disbelief, the little girl once again throws her arms around him in a grateful hug. “Th-thank you uncle Jake. So, it's a pwomise then?” “Yes. Yes it is sweet pea. Now lemme catch up with your mom a bit alright? Then we'll go find a good place to plant her.” The little brunette collects felix and jumps aboard the plane; presumably planning to jump from seat to seat as she usually does. “That's a big commitment for you, Jake McKenzie. Are you sure you're up for it?” Estela crosses her arms but the expression on her face is surprisingly soft. “Aw hell. You know I am. When I first laid eyes on her after she was born, I knew then and there that I was done for. Wrapped me around her little finger before her first poop.” The young mother slaps Jake across the arm and laughs. “Don't let my tio hear you talking like that. Just a few minutes ago he asked why we aren't a thing. He'll start badgering you to make a move and buy a ring.” Jake rubs his arm while chuckling and wincing in pain simultaneously. “He should know by now that it was never like that and never will be. Boy-, I mean Taylor would want someone watching over you guys and it might as well be me. I owe him everything.” He trails off as sadness gathers in his cerulean eyes. “While we are on the subject: Have you told her more about him yet?” Estela shakes her head while thoughtfully chewing her lower lip. “I haven't told Olivia much but only because I have no idea what she'll understand and what she won't.” “Well the five year mark is coming up real fast. I'll be picking everyone up and we're gonna head back for a few days. Might be good for sweet pea. Y'know, to hear all the stories about him.” “About daddy?” Olivia reappears at the doorway of the plane and jumps out. “Momma told me he that he saved the world. But that meant he had to leave forever.” “Yeah, sweet pea, that's right. It was really brave of him.” Jake stoops down, picks up the little girl and props her up on his hip. “But if you and mommy come to our little reunion you'll hear so much more about him. All the good times and fun stuff.” “I'd like that a lot uncle Jake.” “I know you would baby. Whaddya say, Katniss? Can we count you guys in?” Estela looks to Olivia who gives her mother a pleading look. “Alright, count us in. It will be good for both of us.” The toddler is overcome with joy. She leaps from Jake's arms and rushes to her mother. “Yay! Thank you momma!” The young mother returns Olivia's hug and swoops her up. “You're welcome. Now are we going to plant this tree or what?” “Yes! Can we put it close to the house so I can watch it grow?” “Sure we can. Just not too close. We don't want it to smother the house once it gets big” The trio collect themselves, as well as the gifts, pile into Estela's truck and head back toward the house in search of the perfect place for the oak tree. ****** On the the last night of the La Huerta group's reunion, the young men and women gather at the Celestial’s pool. Everyone is enjoying good food and company while they exchange stories of the one member who can't attend the festivities. Olivia is sitting on her uncle Aleister's lap as he tries to explain the fine details of his story. “But, I thought my daddy fixed the world.” “He did sweetheart. By leaving with Vaanu. When they left together Vaanu took all the time anomalies with him and the world reverted back to its normal state. Does that make sense?” “I guess so. But uncle Al, what was Vaanu, a space alien?” “Hmm, in a sense, yes. But he appeared to us as an intangible being. Almost like he exists in another dimension that doesn't obey the same laws of physics as our own.” “Now I have no idea what you're saying uncle Al.” Olivia giggles as she squirms away from him. “Well you're not alone sweetheart. There are many men smarter than you and I that don't understand that complex concept either.” Aleister ruffles her hair before she skips off to see what Craig and Zahra are up to. Jake and Estela are lounging next to the pool opposite of Aleister; both of them casually sipping a beer each. They watch as Olivia skips away from her uncle and launches herself onto Craig's back. As he begins to spin her in circles, Estela lets out a sigh of relief. “This has been really good for her. I'm glad we came.” “Oh, is she still having nightmares?” Jake cocks a questioning eyebrow the brunette while taking another drink from the bottle in his hand. “No. Well they continued for awhile but they stopped when I encouraged her to play outside more. She's be fine ever since it seems like.” Estela shakes her head and chuckles slightly. “She's getting too big to sleep with me anyway.” Raj rises to his feet, calls for everyone's attention and proposes a toast. The group of friends gathers around the host and each one says a few words for Taylor. When everyone has said their piece, all eyes fall on Estela, who hesitates momentarily before clearing her throat. “I'll keep this short and sweet. The time that Taylor and I spent together was short, but it was best time of my life. I'll always be grateful for him.” Estela raises her beer, and everyone follows suit. They salute their missing friend and clink their drinks together. After saying their goodbyes, the group once again goes their separate ways. Jake flies everyone to their respective destinations, leaving Estela and her daughter for last. The young brunette mother falls asleep as they near their destination; leaving Olivia wide awake with her thoughts. When they finally touch down on the private runway, Jake offers to help them unload their stuff at the house.

Tagging: @mysteli @brightpinkpeppercorn @roonarific and @mind-reader1

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spideyanakin · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a male matchup for LOTR?

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 20 years old, 5'1", Southeast Asian. Chubby with brunette bob cut hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a small beauty mark on my forehead. My style is in between soft grunge and soft punk but loves to wear Korean makeup style

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Muggleborn Ravenclaw with a patronous spirit of Hummingbird, an INFJ (last time I checked at MBTI test), my enneagram is 4w5 and my moral alignment is Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh for stupid reasons), nerdy, actually sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), and unbothered to be true to myself, clumsy, stubborn, young-at-heart, unfortunate and inattentive. I have "no bs" towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times, small mistakes leads me to provoke me even more that sounds like a drama queen, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and I display modesty and gracefulness towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).

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Fireproof // Part 11 The End

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A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has read and commented and loved this fic. Your kindness and support saw me through to the end. Thank you again~♥

It’s been weeks since you’ve moved in with Shawn and he was still being tutored by Jenna, the state appointed partner for his classes. Shawn had requested a new partner several times but got denied each time. So now you were trying to divert his classes any way you could. Somedays you just wouldn’t answer the door when Jenna showed up, other days you would just say Shawn wasn’t home and forgot about class. Shawn really hated her and with good reason. She never listen to him, she corrected every little thing he did wrong by calling him out and explaining why it was wrong in extensive detail. She was just plain mean most days and it stressed Shawn out like crazy. The breaking point comes when Shawn walks into his bedroom and slams the door hard enough to make the shelves on the wall rattle.

“What is going on?” you ask softly, pulling your headphones out of your ears and staring at him from the armchair by the patio doors.

“Get her out of here. I’m done. I’m not taking any more classes from her,” Shawn says, voice low and threatening.

You uncurl yourself and drop your book on the floor to walk over and lay your hand on his chest. “You don’t have to talk about it. I’ll have her leave, okay?” He nods and you walk past him out into the hall to the living room.

Jenna is sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, a book open and she’s reading over it as if Shawn hadn’t just taken off angrily. She looks up and raises her eyebrows. “Is Shawn coming back out for the rest of his lesson? Or should I just pack up and go because ‘he’s not here’ now,” Jenna says with a little sneer.

“Get out of my house,” you say, pointing to the door.

Jenna closes her book. “This isn’t your house.” She tucks away her books and papers into the tote bag she always brought along. “But I’ll take my leave and be back on Friday.”

You cross your arms and look her over. “You won’t be back. Don’t ever come back to this house. Shawn is no longer going to take lessons from you.”

“Are you saying he’s going to go against state law?” Jenna asks as she crosses the room to stand in front of you. “Because abandonment is punishable by law and he will be fined and if found, forced to take classes he hasn’t compl-”

You hold your hand up, cutting her off as you say, “Anything is better than watching him spend another minute with a horrible witch like you.”

“Oh I see! This is about jealousy. You’re jealous he spends two hours twice a week with me all alone,” Jenna grins, thinking she’s won some sort of fight. “You need to get over yourself sweetheart.”

You set your jaw and tighten your crossed arms. “This is not about jealousy. I’m not worried about Shawn being around you. I have better things to worry about.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t start anything with a student like him.”

You raise your eyebrows. Just what did that mean? “Excuse me?”

“He’s a freak and his attitude is horrible. I don’t know how dragons raise thier kids but-” The sound of your hand colliding with Jenna’s face crates a loud slapping noise throughout the room. Silence falls as her hand comes up to her freshly welted face and you stand with your fists balled at you sides. “Get out, now!” you shout and Jenna turns and hurries to the door, throwing it open and leaving it open as she briskly walks to her car. You stand there with your jaw clenched and hand throbbing from the contact. She’s luck you just slapped her because your other option had been strangling her to death.

For weeks Shawn and his father fight the board of adaptation. It’s one meeting after another until finally one day you find a letter in the mailbox addressed to you. It’s an assignment letter. You had been assigned to Shawn once more.

“Shawn!” you yell, running into the bathroom where he’s showering. “Shawn! I’m your partner! They assigned me!”

Shawn pulls back the curtain and snatches the letter with a wet hand. He reads it over, a smile spreading across his face. It’s excellent news and everyone is happy about it, but that happiness doesn’t last long. Because while you’ve been accepted as Shawn’s partner, you had not been accepted as his mate by everyone. Not that everyone ever would.

Word spreads fast about you and Shawn being officially mated. For the most part, the community is accepting. But there are some who think it’s wrong. That humans have no place living within the dragon community. But these are the same people who think that Shawn is an abomination so you can’t really see why they even care about who someone they consider an outcast is mated to. It really just boils down to the fact you’re a human and you know it.

The only time something happens that settles badly with you is at the local market in town. You and Shawn had gone in for some snacks for your movie night when a couple of young guys walked over and started asking questions about you.

“Hey, is this your girl?” the blonde asks, eyeing you up and down.

Shawn puts his arm around you and pulls you close. “She’s my mate. Can we help you?”

“Nah, I was just wondering why you would pick a human instead of a dragon. I mean, obviously you don’t care about the purity of dragon bloodlines.”

This guy had some nerve just coming up and insulting you out of the blue. “What is your problem? Why do you care about our relationship?”

A brunette next to him just chuckles. “We care because humans are toxic. Your kind shouldn’t be allowed within these communities. You take away from our people and heritage.” “Oh fuck off,” you scoff. Shawn’s grip tightens on you. “I’m not taking anything from you or your heritage. It’s the twenty first century, humans outnumber all races at this point. Intermixing is bound to happen. Don’t think your race is special.”

The blonde smirks and licks his lip before looking to his friend. “Y’know there’s a reason why humans can’t usually carry dragon children. They’re too weak. It’s nature saying that it’s wrong.”

“Can you just fuck off?” Shawn says, steering you away from them and walking toward the registers. You glance back and they’re snickering, knowing they’d gotten you riled up. What assholes.

The next few weeks leading up to Christmas are quiet and peaceful. Thankfully no one else in the community has approached the two of you or treated you any differently than anyone else. You and Shawn finish up his required classes and he takes his tests a few days before Christmas, passing them all with flying colors. The same week he is also offered a job with Draconic Iconic, a high end clothing line that tailors to half-breeds and makes custom clothes to fit everyone with tails to horns and everything in between. He would be the newest model and spokesperson for their collections. You are offered a job as a private partner for a student living in a nearby community who was disabled and would not be able to attend an academy next year.

Christmas morning rolls around and you cannot wait to spend it with Shawn. As if you hadn’t spent literally every day with him since the beginning of the fall. It was still such an exciting idea. Your first christmas as a couple. And your first christmas not being single and opening presents alone from your parents.

You’re up before Shawn and you can’t seem to stay still in bed because you want him to hurry up and wake up, but you don’t want to actually disturb him. It doesn’t matter in the end because he wraps and arm around you and tugs you against him. “You wanna get up?” he mumbles against your hair.

“Really badly.”

“First one to the tree gets to pick any gift they want,” he says as he tickles your stomach before rolling off the bed and running for the door. You scramble out of the blankets, laughing while you chase after him. Once you’re close enough, you pretend to fall and he stops. “Babe, are you okay?” he asks as he hurries over to you and helps you up.

The moment you’re on your feet, he knows you’re faking. There is a split second where he registers that he’s been played but it’s a split second window that allows you to take off toward the living room.

You sit down quickly and start tearing open a box, the first one you see with your name on it and it’s from Shawn’s mom. It’s a pair of slipper socks. You hear a chuckle from behind you and you see his mom already awake and sitting in her armchair smiling at you as Shawn plops down next to you. “These are perfect! My feet are always so cold. Thank you Karen.”

“Alright, my turn.” Shawn says as he picks up a box from you. “Oooo what could it be?” He shakes it a little before opening. It’s a bottle of lavender and sandalwood body cream. “Babe, are you trying to say I have dry skin?” he giggles and you push his shoulder.

“Oh you know you itch at your scales alllll the time. I thought maybe you could use this before bed and its lavender so it’s relaxing and the saleslady said it was super hydrating.”

Shawn raises his eyebrows at you and smirks. “So you wanna relax me in bed huh?”

“Shawn!” you yelp and smack his leg. Karen chuckles from her chair as she gets up to go help Manny in the kitchen where you can smell bacon cooking. You reach for a small box and Shawn snatches it away from you with his tail. “Hey! Not fair!”

“Oh don’t not fair me. You fakes injury to get here first. Besides, that one is for last.”

You roll your eyes and he narrows his. “Why last?”

Shawn holds the box up and away from you. “Because I said so.”

You let out a huff and stand to get it from his tail’s grasp. It’s no use because he pulls it away as soon as you can get close enough to reach it. He drops it in his hand and you step over him to sit in his lap. “I want it now.”

“People in hell want ice water,” Shawn quips and you glare at him. “I said last.”

“But Shawnnnnnnnn...” you stick your lip out in a pout and blink back tears you’ve made surface in the corners of your eyes. He actually falls for it because he drops the box into your lap to cup your face.

“Babe, no, don’t cry. You can have it. I promise, don’t cry.”

You smirk and he knows he’s been played again but you have the box now and he can’t do anything about it. “Let’s see then...” you pull the paper off and open the little lid beneath. Inside is a small black band with a small shiny piece of rose quartz set in the middle. “Shawn...this is beautiful.”

His face turns red and he looks down at it, grabbing your hand to help you slide it on. “It’s not like...an engagement ring or anything unless you want it to be. I thought maybe it’d be like a promise ring or something. I just wanted you to have something so I’m always with you and maybe you’ll look at it and think of me. I-I don’t know I-”

You cup Shawn’s face and kiss him softly. “It’s perfect. I love it. But I don’t need a ring to think of you. I always think about you.” He leans his forehead against yours. “And if I say I would like it to be an engagement ring?”

“You don’t think it’d be too soon for that?” he asks nervously.

You shake your head and look down at the ring. “Maybe it is too soon, but that doesn’t make me want to be yours forever any less.”

Shawn grins big and wraps his arms around you, pulling your chest to his and burying his face in your neck. “Will you be my mate and my wife?”

“Yes, of course I will,” you mumble into his skin and he lets out a little half sob.

“I loved you when I met you. I never thought this would happen. I’m so happy right now,” Shawn says and wraps his tail around both of you. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Shawn,” you pull your head back and kiss him on the nose. “Merry Christmas.”

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Brooklyn Beckham's new fiancée Nicola Peltz shares glimpse of her dazzling $200k diamond ring - Daily Mail

Brooklyn Beckham fiancée Nicola Peltz shared a close-up glimpse of her dazzling $200,000 ring on Sunday, one day after the couple announced their engagement.

Just the 25-year-old actress’ hand was featured in a shot shared on 21-year-old Brooklyn’s Stories as she petted their adorable pet pooch.

And while the couple’s four-legged friend was the centre of attention, it was hard to miss Nicola’s emerald diamond dazzler, which is thought to be 4.5-5 carats.

Ring: Brooklyn Beckham fiancée Nicola Peltz shared a close-up glimpse of her dazzling $200,000 ring on Sunday, one day after the couple announced their engagement

Dazzler: It was hard to miss Nicola’s diamond dazzler, which is thought to be 4.5-5 carats

Shannon Delany-Ron, director of communications at JamesAllen.com, told Mirror Online of the sparkling new accessory: ‘Nicola’s ring looks to be a 4.5-5 carat emerald diamond in a classic solitaire setting on a thin band.

‘Beauty and precision are hallmarks of the emerald cut engagement ring. The cut’s long lines give the stone its elegant and sophisticated look. I would estimate the value of the ring to be about $150,000 – $200,000.

‘This timeless style is a favourite among celebrities. Jennifer Lopez, Amal Clooney and Jennifer Lawrence all wear emerald cut engagement rings. Brooklyn’s mom Victoria also loves this style…’

Brooklyn and Nicola announced their engagement on Saturday, following reports the had popped the question.

And alleged details have since emerged of the couple’s upcoming nuptials, which are said to be costing £4 million.

Wedding bells! Brooklyn Beckham and his new fiancée Nicola Peltz officially announced their engagement on Saturday

Nicola’s billionaire father, Nelson Peltz, 78, is reportedly paying for the wedding with Brooklyn’s parents Victoria and David Beckham also wanting to ‘contribute’.

The nuptials are said to be taking place in both the UK and Florida with the couple allegedly expected to sign pre-nups at the behest of Nicola’s father, who is said to be worth £1.34 billion.

While Brooklyn’s little sister, Harper, nine, will reportedly be ‘chief bridesmaid’ and his brothers Romeo, 17, and Cruz, 15, acting as his ‘ushers’.

A source told The Sun: ‘Everyone is delighted for them. Brooklyn has always looked up to his parents and grandparents, who have been married for a combined 70 years, and that’s what he wants.

Wow: The photographer, 21, and actress, 25, announced that they were engaged on Saturday following reports he had popped the question

Exciting: And now alleged details have emerged of the couple’s upcoming nuptials, which are said to be costing £4 million

‘David and Victoria are thrilled. They feel he has finally met a girl who is not after him for fame or money. In fact, her family wealth dwarfs the Beckhams.’

They added: ‘It’s too early to set a date, but they’re aiming for the end of next summer or early autumn.’

MailOnline has contacted both Nicola and the Beckham’s representatives.

Victoria, who has a net worth of £335 million alongside husband David, is said to be designing one of the wedding dresses that Nicola will wear at one of their ceremonies.

The happy couple are also reportedly keen to move to the US permanently, and are said to be house-hunting in LA where Brooklyn has allegedly been offered a number of internships.

Brooklyn took to Instagram on Saturday to announce he was engaged following reports he had popped the question to his ‘soulmate’ Nicola, 25.

He is said to have proposed on the weekend of David and Victoria’s 21st wedding anniversary, and gave her a £250,000 ring he had designed.

The son of David and Victoria vowed to be the best ‘husband and daddy’ as he shared the gushing tribute to his bride-to-be.

Helping: Nicola’s billionaire father, Nelson Peltz, 78, is reportedly paying for the wedding with Brooklyn’s parents Victoria and David Beckham also wanting to ‘contribute’

Sharing a stunning snap of the couple, he wrote ‘Two weeks ago I asked my soulmate to marry me and she said yes xx I am the luckiest man in the world. I promise to be the best husband and the best daddy one day. I love you baby xx’

In the snap Brooklyn held his hand to the actress’ waist, while she held her ring-clad hand to his face in an intimate snap, taken by his little sister Harper, nine.

Nicola looked stunning in a flowing yellow dress with frill detailing, while Brooklyn looked handsome in a two-piece navy suit for the engagement snap.

Brooklyn and Nicola shared identical images on their Instagram pages, as the Bates Motel star admitted she was feeling like the ‘luckiest girl in the world’.

Elated: Brooklyn and Nicola shared identical images on their Instagram pages, as the Bates Motel star admitted she was feeling like the ‘luckiest girl in the world’ to be engaged to him

She wrote: ‘You’ve made me the luckiest girl in the world. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life by your side. your love is the most precious gift. I love you so so much baby and thank you harper for this pic.’

Underneath her post, Brooklyn replied: ‘ My girl forever xxx I love you more than anything.’

It appears the image was taken recently following the couple’s return to the Cotswolds, after isolating together in New York.

The news broke online on Friday evening that Brooklyn had asked Nicola to be his wife and he has confirmed the speculation just hours later.

Just moments after the online announcement, fashion mogul Victoria took to her own Instagram account to offer the couple her congratulations.

Happy: Just moments after the online announcement, fashion mogul Victoria took to her own Instagram account to offer the couple her congratulations

Victoria wrote: ‘The MOST exciting news!! We could not be happier that Brooklyn and Nicola are getting married! Wishing you so much love and a lifetime of happiness. We all love you both so much x’

She wrote: ‘The MOST exciting news!! We could not be happier that Brooklyn and Nicola are getting married! Wishing you so much love and a lifetime of happiness. We all love you both so much x’

An insider told the Mirror on Friday that his parents David, 45, and Victoria, 46, have given their blessing for the marriage to take place.

A source told the publication: ‘Brooklyn has been telling his friends in LA that he and Nicola are engaged. It’s common knowledge among their group of friends. They are smitten.’

‘David and Victoria have very much given this relationship their blessing.

‘It’s a very exciting time for the whole family and after a few previous rocky relationships, they think Brooklyn has landed on his feet.’

Brotherly love! Brooklyn’s brothers Romeo, 17, and Cruz, 15, also sweetly offered their well-wishes on social media as they reported their sibling’s original post on their Stories

No problem! An insider told the Mirror that his parents David and Victoria have given their blessing for the marriage to take place

Brooklyn’s brothers Romeo, 17, and Cruz, 15, also sweetly offered their well-wishes on social media as they reported their sibling’s original post on their Stories.

The pair have been dating for around nine months and Brooklyn has previously dated actress Chloe Grace Moretz and model Hana Cross, both aged 23.

The couple often make proclamations of their love on social media and have shared several romantic snaps during their time in lockdown.

The pair have been isolating together in New York with actress Nicola having moved in with the celebrity offspring in March following just five months of dating.

Love: Brooklyn has apparently been telling his pals that he popped the question to his other half for a while

Loved-up! The couple often make proclamations of their love on social media and have shared several romantic snaps during their time in lockdown

The move also reportedly has the backing of Brooklyn’s famous parents David and Victoria, who seem to think they’re the perfect match.

The source said: ‘[Brooklyn] and Nicola are closer than ever and they are both excited to take their relationship to the next level by sharing the same home.’

‘Nicola has been a big hit with the entire Beckham family – both David and Victoria have made it clear to Brooklyn how much they like her. So they completely support him in this move – though they will miss him a lot.’

Brooklyn set up home in the States after ending his internship with iconic photographer Rankin.

Isolation buddies: The pair have been isolating together in New York with actress Nicola having moved in with the celebrity offspring in March following just five months of dating

The couple have since jetted to the UK to spend time with Brooklyn’s family at their country pad in the Cotswolds and have shared snaps of their reunion.

Brooklyn was linked to a string of women before meeting Nicola, following his split from model Hana, including Canadian actress Natalie Ganzhorn, 21, and brunette actress Phoebe Torrance, 25.

His high-profile ex-girlfriends include actress Chloe, 23, and French model-singer Sonia Ben Ammar, 21.

Nicola was previously dating the youngest of the Hadid siblings, model Anwar Hadid. It’s believed they dated for just over a year before they split up in May 2018.

Together again! The couple have since jetted to the UK to spend time with Brooklyn’s family at their country pad in the Cotswolds and have shared snaps of their reunion

A source told the publication: ‘Brooklyn has been telling his friends in LA that he and Nicola are engaged. It’s common knowledge among their group of friends. They are smitten’

However the model now appears to be completely loved-up with Nicola and last month the couple wore his mother Victoria’s charity T-shirt to mark Pride Month.

Twinning in their tops, the pair appeared besotted with each other as they enjoyed a smooch in a field.

Brooklyn’s mother, Spice Girl turned fashion designer Victoria, has written about how much much she is missing Brooklyn during lockdown in the UK.

Earlier this year, Nicola declared that she and Brooklyn will be together ‘forever’ as she stressed the strength of their relationship alongside a steamy photograph shared to Instagram.

Pride! However the model now appears to be completely loved-up with Nicola and last month the couple wore his mother Victoria’s charity T-shirt to mark Pride Month

Cosy: Nicola declared that she and Brooklyn will be together ‘forever’ as she stressed the strength of their relationship alongside a steamy photograph shared to Instagram

Brooklyn Beckham’s failed romances

August 2014 – March 2018 (on and off) – Chloë Grace Moritz

In August 2014, Brooklyn and actress Chloë Grace Moritz, 23, attended the Teen Choice Awards together and subsequently dated on and off for almost 4 years.

After enjoying a romantic summer together in May 2016 , then split in September 2016. Despite later rekindling their romance, they finally called it quits in March 2018.

During breaks in their relationship, Brooklyn was linked to a bevvy of other famous beauties.

Longterm ex: Brooklyn and actress Chloë Grace Moritz, 23, dated on and off for almost 4 years between August 2014 and March 2018 (Pictured November 2017)

September 2015 – Sonia Ben Ammar

After meeting French-Tunisian model and singer Sonia Ben Ammar, 21, over spring break in the Maldives in 2015, Brooklyn embarked on a relationship with her which lasted for a few months. They briefly re-sparked the romance in 2016 before it fizzled out for good.

Former flame: Brooklyn embarked on a short-lived relationship with French-Tunisian model and singer Sonia Ben Ammar, 21, in 2015 (Pictured March 2017)

October 2016 – Sofia Richie

Brooklyn’s relationship with model Sofia Richie, 21, (daughter of Lionel Richie and sister to actress Nicole Richie) was never officially confirmed, but the pair were frequently spotted together from late 2016 to early 2017.

Brooklyn’s relationship with Sofia Richie, 21, was never officially confirmed, but they were spotted together from late 2016 to early 2017 (Pictured January 2017)

May 2017 – Rita Ora

It was reported that Brooklyn had a secret flirtation with pop star Rita Ora, 29, in 2017. The pair went for a dinner date and were later spotted holding hands at The Electric in West London. They are said to have shared some steamy smooches before Brooklyn’s parents banned him from seeing her again and sent him back to New York.

Flirtation: It was reported that Brooklyn had a secret flirtation and some steamy smooches with pop star Rita Ora, 29, in 2017 (Picture from social media)

July 2017 – Lottie Moss

It was claimed that Brooklyn and Lottie Moss, 22 – half-sister of supermodel Kate Moss �� had a ‘secret fling’ before he started dating his now ex-girlfriend Hana Cross.

Model mania: It was claimed that Brooklyn and Lottie Moss, 22, had a ‘secret fling’ in July 2017 (Picture from social media)

April 2018 – Lexi Wood

Brooklyn was pictured kissing Canadian Vogue and Playboy model Lexi Wood, 22, as they sat in a West Hollywood tattoo parlour.

Stunner: In April 2018, Brooklyn was pictured kissing Canadian Playboy model Lexi Wood, 22, as they sat in a West Hollywood tattoo parlour (Picture August 2019)

May 2018 – July 2018 – Lexy Panterra

Beckham was linked to Lexy Panterra, 29, during the summer of 2018 before he started dating Hana Cross.

The social media star grew to fame for her online LexTwerkOut twerking workout videos.

LexTwerkOut: Beckham was linked to Lexy Panterra, 29, during the summer of 2018 before he started dating Hana Cross (Pictured in April 2017)

July 2018 – Abi Manzoni

Following his split from Lexy, Brooklyn was romantically linked to Abi Manzoni, a singer/model who runs a legally licensed cannabis company.

Linked: Following his split from Lexy, Brooklyn was romantically linked to Abi Manzoni, a singer/model who runs a legally licensed cannabis company (Pictured July 2018)

August 2018 – Alex Lee Aillon

Brooklyn was also reported to have enjoyed a brief romance with Alex Lee Aillon, 21 – a model represented by Milk and Select Model Management.

Alex Lee is now in a relationship with Hollywood actor Pierce Brosnan’s youngest son Paris, 19.

Beauty: In August 2018 Brooklyn was also reported to have enjoyed a brief romance with model Alex Lee Aillon, 21 (Pictured September 2019)

December 2018 – July 2019 (on and off) – Hana Cross

In December 2018 Brooklyn began dating Hana Cross, 23, a successful model signed by three different agencies; Select Model Management, The Lions and Premium Models.

Brooklyn and Hana were reportedly physically separated by security guards during a public row which took place at Hotel Martinez during the Cannes Film Festival in May 2019.

After splitting and reuniting numerous times during their tumultuous 7 months relationship, they finally parted ways for good in July 2019.

On and off: Brooklyn began dating Hana Cross, 23, in December 2018, but after a tumultuous 7 months, they parted ways for good in July 2019 (Pictured May 2019)

October 2019 – Phoebe Torrance & Natalie Ganzhorn

After splitting from Hana, and before beginning his relationship with Nicola Peltz, Brooklyn reportedly enjoyed dalliances with a couple of actresses.

He was pictured at London’s Wellington club with actress Phoebe Torrance, 25, who is the daughter of former professional golfer Sam Torrance. Phoebe has starred as Amber Ross in horror Mandy the Doll and in boxing drama Six Rounds. The starlet also featured in an episode of Friday Night Dinner as Mandy The Waitress.

Around the same time, Brooklyn was also linked to Canadian actress Natalie Ganzhorn, 21. The social media star and Toronto-born model who now lives in LA is best known for her part in popular Canadian musical comedy series Make It Pop, playing the role of Heather until the TV show ended in 2016.

Dalliance: Phoebe was pictured at London’s Wellington club with actress Phoebe Torrance, 25, daughter of professional golfer Sam Torrance (Picture from social media)

Canadian cutie: In October 2019 Brooklyn was also linked to Canadian actress Natalie Ganzhorn, 21 (Pictured November 2019)

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The gorgeous top model looked stunning in a long gilded dress, we'll get to the details of her outfit a bit, but her new ultra-chic haircut really turned heads. Irina was the definition of glam-chic as she stepped out with a straight blunt bob. Irina Shayk hair extensions Never use deep cream if you want your curls to stay longer and look natural. Another great tip for natural and shiny curls is to braid your hair before you go to sleep. This gives the hair naturally textured waves. A loose and messy braid is also good if a tight braid is uncomfortable. The Russian model oozes glamour in a high ponytail pinned by a loop of her own hair and a few well-hidden clips. Irina showcased her look at the 2020 - 2021 Fashion Awards in London. Irina Shayk hair colour Her stylish new look was completed perfectly with the glossy number. Which featured a boldly. High slit and sequined brocade print. you get a good idea. But the a-line rating Bob clipped on tonight's carpet was doubling us. was it really that short? Taking the clean Bob the Model wore to the Golden Globes this year. Irina Shayk short haircut The style was chopped cleanly up to the nape of the neck. At the back, finishing chin length ahead. So yes short but also subtly coiffed thanks to stylist. Harry Josh gives us the envy of bob that saoirse Ronan did last year. The Russian beauty turned heads in her elegant ballerina-inspired bun, leaving it a bit. Messy with loose threads for a laid-back look. Josh's strategy. Irina Shayk new haircut It's sleek and stylish just like you told the model in an Instagram story today. And it seems the hair pro has used some serious style mojo to achieve a brilliant effect. Six brushes and eight Aveda smooth-infused styling products, customised under Shayk's name, made the hair look like glass on the work table, he said. Irina Shayk hairstyle Quite a dramatic change for the Model and the new mum! wearing her hair below her shoulders, usually seen below. But her burst of hair and blunt piecey helps to put her supermodel. Face on full display with angular features such as new waves. In today's makeup news, Irina Shayk has short hair. Do very short hair. Shayk is apparently working on a top secret project, according to his hashtag, and we can only assume. Irina Shayk curly hair That his hair transformation is part of it. The Model posted a short clip on Instagram, snapping her hair back and forth on a beach. She recently ditched Shayk's signature brunette locks and dyed her hair blonde for another modelling project. When it comes to the job, he's clearly a professional. Is this a wig or the real deal? I guess we'll have to wait to find out about his secret project or some other Instagram picture.

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Pamela Alexandra Stuns In Translucent Jumpsuit That Puts Cleavage On Display

Pamela Alexandra posted yet another stunning snap to her Instagram account on Sunday, March 29, which had her 3.5 million followers filling up the comments section with compliments for the curvy model.

In the photo, Pamela poses in what appears to be the lobby of a hotel. She wears a full-body jumpsuit made of a thin, translucent material that includes vertical white stripes up and down the entire length of the outfit. The suit clings to the model’s curves, emphasizing her narrow waist, ample hips and backside, and curvy thighs. The neckline is deep and open, exposing a white, lacy push-up bra that Pamela wears underneath. As she stands turned slightly to the side, her busty cleavage is shown popping out of the top and her rounded backside draws the eye. The sheer jumpsuit also gives fans an unobstructed view of her high-waisted white underwear.

Pamela completed the outfit with a pair of strappy silver high heels with glitzy embellishments. She accessorized with a silver clutch and a pendant necklace. The model wore her shoulder-length brunette tresses loose and parted in the middle. She added black mascara, eyeliner, and pink glossy lips to highlight her facial features as she directed an unsmiling look toward the camera.

In the caption of the sexy snap, Pamela left a simple message for her followers, which consisted of three white heart emoji and a request for them to drop their own emoji in the comments section.

The post earned over 70,000 likes and nearly 2,500 comments in the first day of being posted. Many of the model’s followers expressed their love for her in the form of emoji, as requested. Strings of fire icons, hearts, heart-eyed smileys, and peaches filled the comments section.

Other Instagram users added a word or two to describe the model and say how beautiful they think she is. Compliments included “beautiful,” “gorgeous” and “stunning.”

“Smoking hot outfit. Thank you,” one Instagram user wrote in the comments section.

“You look so amazing here,” another follower commented.

“This is boss,” one other fan chimed in, following up with a variety of emoji.

It would appear that the Instagram sensation has a particular love for jumpsuits as she often takes to the social media platform to post snaps that feature the outfit. Last week, The Inquisitr reported that Pamela wore a light purple jumpsuit ensemble that she showed off in a double-photo post. Her followers got an eyeful of her ample booty and busty assets as she was photographed from the front and behind.

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 4 Irritable

It had been six weeks since Jungkook forced his way into an old friend's house. It had been six weeks and 12 hours and still no messages from Yoongi. It had made the male irritable over the last couple of days. Jungkook’s mind kept going in two directions. One, Yoongi has to have my number he did text me before I came over. Two, what if he had deleted it after the elder had seen him. It was possible. Honestly, he had left his phone number in his note because in his anxiety of leaving such a note he forgot that Yoongi had text him not too long ago. It was silly and dumb but now his mind wouldn’t stop.

Now that Jungkook had managed to enter into his hyung’s life for even just a small blip he didn’t want to leave again. Despite the fact that he knew better and he knew that he should abide by his hyung’s original wishes, there was still a thought that kept niggling in the back of his mind. He missed Yoongi for a variety of reasons. He missed the way he could sit and brood for as long as he liked without being asked what was wrong. That was unlike a certain best friend of him would do. He missed having someone to get lamb skewers with and he honestly hadn’t had any in years. He missed the funny way that Yoongi’s nose would crinkle up and he’d huff when he didn’t want to do something that was being asked of him or when someone would call him cute. Most often it was Jungkook calling him that. He missed how calming of a presence that Yoongi had. His friends were great but no one could send him waves of serenity just by being present in the room. He missed how they would bicker for thirty minutes over the silliest thing and then the next day bicker some more and then laugh about it or just move on as if that moment had never happened. Jungkook missed the way Yoongi’s eyes would crinkle around the edges when he was smiling so hard that you could see all of his pink gums. It was adorable, something he hadn’t told Yoongi but might some day. Well, he might if Yoongi would ever talk to him again. Sucking in a large breath he held onto it before exhaling harshly. Jungkook really hoped he would.

What happened to Hoseok? Well, thanks to the small meeting with his hyung, Jungkook was able to focus on something else. It had been a lot harder the first month because Hoseok had always been the first thing he thought of when he woke up, when he took his lunch break and would give the older male a call just to say hi but really to hear his voice and give him more energy to finish out the day. Being an accountant was rewarding in the way of money but not so much elsewhere. Luckily, Jungkook didn’t hate his job. He actually found it to be quite rewarding at times and enjoyed it more than he initially thought. Being the filial son, he followed his parents advice and here he was. He rented a good apartment, it was larger than his previous one but also in an older building, hence why he needed to have his front door re-painted. Another thing he was able to use as a distraction from Hoseok.

The day he spent with Taehyung, mainly on his couch being lazy movie and food binging bums is when he had come to terms with the fact that it was over. It had been over and despite the tragic way that he found it, he needed to accept what Hoseok had already accepted for the both of them. Jungkook did but that didn’t mean that he had to like the outcome. No, Hoseok had stomped on his heart in a way he hadn’t felt before. It was another lesson learned of what not to do in the realm of dating. Some days he missed his hyung more than others but that was natural. It had just about been two months and he was working on mending the wound, slowly. Since then he had just been doing the daily grind, work, eat, game, sleep. Sometimes he would go out for drinks with a few buddies or coworkers. Other times he’d be holed up watching anime on a binge in his bed for the entire weekend with chinese takeout filling up his fridge.

The sound of his phone buzzing violently on his desk had Jungkook shooting his hand out like the bullet train and scooping it swiftly off his sleek mahogany desk. He was so very thankful that he had his own office because otherwise that monstrosity of a noise would have disrupted everyone around him. Who the hell made these vibration settings for phones and why were they so intense?

“They might as well sell that model as a multipurpose vibrator for women.”

Whipping his head up from the screen of Jungkook’s phone, his hair flounced with the motion. His eyes fell upon a figure he hadn’t been expecting to see as they worked in the IT department and that was on an entirely different floor. His coworker pushed off of the doorjamb that he was leaning against and strolled into Jungkook’s office to promptly take a seat on the side of his desk. If it had been anyone else the brunette would have given them a dirty look instead he just sighed.

“You’re so crude Tae...but sadly you’re right. Should we go into another business?”

A megawatt smile was beaming at Jungkook from his best friend followed by a deep chuckle.

“Should we?” Two eyebrows wiggled at the younger and he couldn’t help but laugh and smack the back of his hand against Taehyung’s thigh.

“What do you want and why did you send me a text when you were already in my office?” he cocked a brow in curiosity as he waved his phone in between them.

Snatching it from the younger, Taehyung deftly began messing with different functions on the phone. Jungkook wasn’t really sure what he was doing but he didn’t oppose, he knew better. Whatever was about to happen he could just change later.

“I wanted to see how whipped you were for me.”

The answer rolled off his friend’s tongue so naturally but it made Jungkook gag.

“Seriously?”

His phone was placed on the desk in between the two with his lock screen visible. His new lock screen that is. It was a picture of Taehyung lounging across a couch, in one of his too big and cut along the right shoulder black shirts, making a ‘V’ with his fingers over his left eye. Jungkook scoffed while pointing at his phone, giving the elder an incredulous look. Honestly, the lock screen could have been much worse but that was beside the point at the moment.

“Sorry, did I say me? I meant Yoongi hyung.” A raise and drop of his shoulders, Taehyung spoke plainly,

“I look good.”

Shaking his head, Jungkook ran his index finger over the phone, swiping to the right ready to change the lock screen back to what he had it previously. It was a generic rain theme on his phone but it was nice and he liked it. The icons were all drops of rain and you know maybe it reflected his rainy heart or some shit like that, that he would never admit to.

“What the fuck?!”

The billowing laughter filled up Jungkook’s office and if the door hadn’t been closed would have surely spilled over into the hallways and other offices as a few kept their doors open. Taehyung had always been loud when he laughed. Right now was no exception. Especially not when he had his head thrown back and was leaning so far that he might actually topple off the desk in all of his rumbling. He had achieved the reaction he wanted.

“How did you even find this so quickly? You had my phone for less than five seconds.”

Jungkook held out the phone in Taehyung’s face as if the man needed to see what the image was and he hadn’t been the one to select it in the first place. Pulling it back he took another look at the image and then stuck it angrily right back in his friend’s face.

“It’s your fault for still having sleepy Yoongi hyung pics on your phone. Why do YOU still have them, huh?”

Taehyung was clutching his stomach as he continued to laugh some more at the shocked expression on his friend’s face. He had actually found the picture weeks ago when the two had a gaming session and Jungkook had run to the corner store to grab some more snacks but left his phone on accident. Neither of the two hid things from the other so boundaries were blurred often. This being one of them. In any other circumstance Jungkook would have just laughed it off but this… Well, it wasn’t as funny as his friend thought. It only irritated him more that the text Taehyung had sent, he had wanted it to be Yoongi’s and now he was being teased for something he just had never deleted and it got transferred over like all his files do because they’re stored on the cloud.

Dragging his finger across the phone, Jungkook began to fix his lock screen only to have it yanked out of his hand.

“Nope! You can’t change this until after we have lunch together at least. I know you want to see his cute button nose every time you unlock your phone anyway.”

Now Jungkook’s jaw was sitting on his desk, that was how far it had dropped. Just what in the world did Taehyung think he was doing? Didn’t his friend butt into his life enough, why was he bothering him so much about his hyung?

“Tae…”

Slipping off of the desk, Taehyung stood to his full height and handed the phone back to it’s original owner.

“Come on, I’ve been craving honey garlic chicken and beer for some weird reason.”

“You know we can’t drink?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go Kookie.” He sauntered off to the door of the younger’s office and hovered there until he finally heard the last couple of clicks of Jungkook locking his computer and muffled footsteps behind him.

“I’m changing this when we get to the restaurant.”

“No you’re not.”

Running his hand through his hair in frustration, he tugged on the strands just a bit before deciding the sooner they finished lunch the better. He brushed past Taehyung down the hallway, nodded at a few people he saw on the way and pressed the down button to the elevator about four times before his friend had managed to sidle up next to him.

“You know you’re really annoying.”

A grin spread across those catlike lips of Taehyung’s.

“I know.”

Ugh. He hated how well that Taehyung knew him and he hated that he was just going to listen to the man as well. Part of that had to do with he didn’t want the other to make up something worse for Jungkook to deal with but another part of him… Well, he hadn’t seen that picture of his hyung in a long time. It was cute to say the least and it had gotten him a lamb skewers dinner with an agreement to delete the picture from existence. Heh, clearly that never happened but what his hyung didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

They were seated at a small table next to the window, the warm sun beating down on both men. They had long since unbuttoned their cuffs and rolled up the sleeves. It was warm but it was nice to be under the sun’s warmth. Jungkook’s office had a window as well but it faced another building and didn’t receive quite the same light, while Taehyung worked in cubicles, only artificial light rained down upon him. There were two boxes of honey garlic chicken on the table, a pitcher of water, pickled radish, kimchi, a roll of kimbap and a small cup of tteokbokki because Taehyung couldn’t decide on one or the other. Jungkook didn’t really blame him but he was wearing a white button up today and was not about even attempt to eat tteokbokki. It almost never failed for him to get something on his white clothes. Which you would think would deter the man from continuing to buy oversized white t-shirts let along white clothes in general. Perhaps there was more than one reason he bought so many of the same colored shirt.

It wasn’t until the two men had thoroughly stuffed their faces with about half of their meal that either really spoke to the other. Sustenance was important and also just overtook the larger part of their brain upon being placed in front of them. Both of their phones conveniently found enough space to occupy the small table as well. It wasn’t as if they were extremely popular with social media or friends but somehow it was a comfort to have your phone at easy access. The way times had changed. However, it didn’t get past Taehyung that Jungkook’s hand would hover near his phone every now and then though it never actually touched the device. He smirked around his chicken thigh that he was biting into.

“Why don’t you just call him?”

Jungkook quickly swallowed the cube of pickled radish he had just bit into.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” He said tersely.

His words didn’t phase the older man at all. He continued on as if Jungkook had just spoken in the sweetest tone one could give.

“It’s clearly bugging you. Just do it.”

Jungkook’s chopsticks froze for half a second before he began to tap them on the inside of his box of chicken. Glancing up he didn’t catch Taehyung’s gaze as he had been knocking back a few gulps of water. Lowering his eyes back to his own box, patience wearing thinner and thinner with each second that ticked by.

“What’s bugging me is your insistence. Maybe I don’t want to call him? Maybe what’s bugging me is that my longtime boyfriend cheated on me? Maybe I miss him and I hate myself for doing so. Maybe I just want to eat this chicken, go back to work so I can go home and play Overwatch so I can turn my brain off?”

Taehyung gulped one last time as he listened to a sudden burst of aggression pour out of his best friend. Setting his glass down gently, he places his chopsticks in the box of chicken and gazed at his friend with sympathetic eyes. He always poked and prodded, teased and sometimes he went too far but even now he didn’t think that was the case. Jungkook might actually be all of the things he just spouted out but there was more to his irritation than just that.

“Kookie, when’s the last time you’ve actually thought of Hoseok?”

“Just a second ago.”

Narrowed eyes pinned the younger in his place and he quickly dropped them to his fidgeting hand that kept his chopsticks dancing around the box. He didn’t answer for a moment but then mumbled, “A While.”

“Awhile? So, you don’t know when. That’s what I thought. You may still be hurt and miss the things you used to have but you already let go of Hoseok. We both know that.”

Stabbing a piece of chicken breast with his chopstick, Jungkook kept quiet. He hated when Taehyung was right. When Taehyung was able to read him like a book. It was so damn annoying. Hoseok had meant a lot to him, he had and in some ways he would always miss Hoseok as a person. The man had been able to make him laugh in ways unlike any other, they shared similar tastes in a variety of things that made him a great partner to do things with that he couldn’t do with his other friends. Someone he could talk hours with and never grow bored but over the past few weeks, he had learned Hoseok as a person was someone he could let go. It didn’t have to be Hoseok and maybe it never had. His heart sure felt like that but maybe he had been confused on what that truly felt like.

Jungkook was still angry with Hoseok but had let go of a lot of that anger early one. There were only so many emotions he could handle at once and anger wasn’t one of them. The hurt was bad enough to be betrayed in such a way. That in all honesty was what stung the most. He had entrusted Hoseok with his heart and the man didn’t even care enough to treat it properly even if he didn’t want to be romantically involved with him anymore. Or maybe, Hoseok had cared too much. Either way, it was mismanaged and the one who was suffering the most was the one and only Jeon Jungkook.

His hand was moving without his knowledge, so much so that Taehyung placed his over it and put a halt to the attack on the chicken breast.

“Heh, pretty sure the chicken didn’t do anything to you.”

The touch brought him out of the haze he had been in,

“Huh?...Oh, eh…”

He may or may not have just stabbed a fair amount of holes with his chopsticks into the poor chicken breast that had been waiting so patiently to be eaten, not deformed. Taehyung let out a small chuckle.

“Remind me not to truly piss you off.” The elder began shaking his head as he removed his hand from Jungkook’s and went back to his own chicken.

“Sometimes I wish you would.” he muttered under his breath but the other didn’t hear.

They finished their lunch with casual chatter, mostly about work. Jungkook had a new client who was an utter mess and couldn’t seem to properly compile his documents or had a shit secretary. He wasn’t really sure but either way, it was obviously for the best that he was hiring a financial accountant. Jungkook had been wondering how the man had been getting by all these years, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore. It would be one of the smaller accounts he managed but that didn’t really bother him. Taehyung on the other hand seemed to have too much time on his hands and was complaining that he was caught up on his Netflix Original and was bummed that he now had nothing new to watch. Jungkook could only laugh and shake his head at his friend. At least he knew, despite how lax the elder appeared he did actually get all of his work done, which was why he grew bored easily.

They ended up having to high tail it back to work. Forgetting about the time entirely, they only had eight minutes to punch in and they were actually seven minutes away from the office. Booking it in the afternoon sun, did nothing to help them cool down. With sweat beading at their temples, they split ways. Taehyung waving broadly as he went the back way to get to his department. Jungkook wiped his brow as he stepped into the elevator and punched number 12. As the doors were closing, his phone vibrated surpisingly softly in his pocket. Considering the comment earlier he was beginning to wonder if the phone knew what type of device it was in and social cues. The ding of the elevator coming to a floor and stopping made Jungkook’s gaze drift from the phone he pulled out to the digital number on the display in front of him, seven, not his floor. A few people stepped on and pressed a button correspondingly. Jungkook went back to his phone, it was lit up with a display box.

TaeTae 1:07pm: You’re looking at him aren’t you? ;)

Balling his hand into a fist, he muttered very quiet and unintelligble under his breath. Taehyung really wanted to get the smack down later. It seems his friend had forgotten just how easy it is for his dongsaeng to throw him around. Perhaps he should invite the man over later. Sliding his fingers over the keys he was about to reply when another message came through.

TaeTae 1:07pm: Really though, you didn’t sleep with him?

Jungkook let out an exasperated puff of air, that earned him a few glances from the two women in the elevator next to him. He could hear muttering but honestly didn’t care what they were saying. The elevator dinged once more. Glancing up once more he saw the number 12 and took a step forward with his polished black dress shoe. As the doors opened he slipped his way through and briskly made it to his office, shutting the door behind him he plopped down in his, iphone in hand. Resting his elbows on top of his desk he stared at the message and shook his head again.

Me 1:10pm: If you’re so interested in his sex life why don’t you sleep with him.

He knew that Taehyung wasn’t actually interested in Yoongi’s sex life but he really didn’t know how else to combat this topic with his crazy best friend. Tossing his phone on the desk, he unlocked his computer and tried to collect his thoughts on where he had left off. Jungkook’s phone buzzed like a banshee once more. Swooping it up out of instinct to stop the horrendously loud noise. Unlocking his phone he opened Taehyung’s message and read.

TaeTae 1:11pm: I just might ;)

A stone dropped into the pit of his stomach and sat there, weighing him down. Ignoring his phone and this strange feeling, Jungkook tried to focus on his job.

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