#The Bank of Secrets

[thefourthrabbit]

Happy 20th Anniversary!

Fellow simmers and simblrs, let me bring you a secret gift that has been the daydreaming subject for many of the 20 years I've played TS2. Yes, a bank. Not just any bank, but the Secret Bank, where crazy rich sims hoard their insane savings and belongings.

The bank contains all the normal, mundane, functional areas, such as the bank counters and office area. But I promise you it will get crazier and crazier as you go deeper.

Details will come in the next few posts. For brave testers who don't want to wait, here is the link to DOWNLOAD (SFS) it!

[Update 2024.09.27] A great deal of thanks to the wonderful cc creators. Here is a list of featured cc and even more ideas for decorating your own Bank of Secrets!

[almadelsur]

💋 The Secrets One Keeps

summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)

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JJ’s eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.

“Kie!” The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything he’d directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.

In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.

You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldn’t have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.

“Hey J” she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way he’d find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. “Sorry I’m late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.”

Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here come sit baby” he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.

Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.

“Hey dude” she directed at you, but you didn’t reply. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.

“Yo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didn’t you say you were gonna get some water or something?” He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.

“um yeah I guess” You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“snooze ya loose sucker” he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.

Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.

You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone. 

“Shit guys, y’know what I just realized I gotta go” You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau. 

“You’re still coming to the party later though right?” John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him. 

“Mhm yeah sure” you opened the door ready to depart. 

“Shit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.” kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.

“Date night babyyyy” You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you. 

“Is Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.” Kie nudged JJ as she questioned. 

JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, he’d have been the first to know. 

“Nah she’s okay don't worry.” he offered to kie.

Boy was he mistaken. 

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“Fuuuck me” you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.

“I thought I just did” Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.

You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.

“What, no pillow talk?” He tried again.

“Rafe..” you trailed off. Whenever you’d finish fucking, you’d struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.

“Hey you called me” he eyed you intently but you knew he didn’t actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. “In fact” he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear “It’s always you that calls me.”

“Don’t be a dick” you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. “You know it makes me feel like shit.” It might have sounded brutal but that’s how things were with rafe.

“Yeah, it’s like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.”

“I'm a pogue, rafe.” You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.” You couldn’t comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.

“Yeah maybe, not you though.” You didn’t want to tell him the reason explicitly.

“I fuck pogues.”

“You fuck anyone.” The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.

“Exactly so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is, rafe.” You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. “The issue is that if my friends found out they’d hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.”

He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.

“What's funny?” You challenged.

“You don’t have to bullshit me princess.” He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “You just don’t want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?” Bingo.

“He’s with Kiara.” You shrugged him off.

“Uh huh, you like him but you can’t have him.” Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. “So you’re fucking me to fuck him over.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.

“Don’t I?” He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. “Where are they tonight?”

“Back at John B’s, we had a little get-together.” You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. “Sorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.” You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning. 

“So all of them are there now?” He stepped towards you.

“Mhm,” You lied.

“Even jj?” Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.

Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.

“He was uh- him and kie should be getting there soon” You mumbled.

“So would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?” You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.

“rafe…” you called out insignificantly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.

“Round two?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Yeah..” you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under. 

“Wait rafe stop stop” you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Dude, where are you?” The sound of jj’s voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. “Me and Kie just got back and John B says no one’s seen you for like over an hour.”

“Oh I’m uh, I had to go do something for my mom” The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.

“Oh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. You’re gonna be so proud of me I actually think I’m ready to tell Kie I love her” you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.

“Yeah I- you know what I can’t make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.

“What’s wrong? They getting hitched?” Rafe spoke up from behind you.

You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.

“Just shut up and fuck me rafe.”

And fuck you he did.

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The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafe’s bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.

Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.

Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.

“I’ll keep my ringer on for you babe.”

You rolled your eyes looking back at him, “Fuck you rafe.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m counting on.” He didn’t even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.

You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times you’d made this exit.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.

“Sarah” you drawled out. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house?” Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.

“No I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John B’s.” You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.

“He had to work today, did you spend the night here?” She glanced up at the door of rafe’s bedroom.

“Umm-“ There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.

“Are you sleeping with my brother?!” She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.

“No?”

“Oh my god!” She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. “How long has this been going on?!” Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.

“Just a little under a year.” You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.

“A year?! Oh my god!” She repeated. “Who knows about this?!”

With that, you looked up at her desperately. “No one. No one knows so please don’t tell them.” You didn’t have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.

“Are you two like” she paused “together?” She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.

“No god no. It’s just sex” you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.

“Disgusting.” She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.

“Look I’m not proud of it okay? Just-“ You sighed “Just please don’t tell anyone” pleading again.

Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“I thought you were into jj” she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.

“Yeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.” As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.

“So you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.”

“It’s not like Rafe cares, if anything he’s also using me.” You tried to reason.

“I don’t doubt that. But I mean, that’s- It’s not healthy, you’ll never move on if you don’t actually process your emotio-“

“Look Sarah, I don’t need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when I’m with rafe, I don’t think about jj.” Tears began to swell in your eyes “Sleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if it’s only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.” To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj. 

Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. “That’s not good for you, it’s just momentary. It’s easy and it's a cycle, you’re never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.”

“Rafe he’s- he’s not that bad.”

“Yes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?” She’d always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.

Tears ran down your cheek silently. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” You sniffled.

She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. “Takin' it to the grave babe.”

A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. “Shit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.” She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. “Wanna come? Or we could drop you home if you’re not up for it.”

With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.

“Well rise and shine campers.” jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.

“Y/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.” Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.

“I had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.” You didn’t even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.

“Isn’t that what you were wearing last night?” pope, observant as always, pointed out.

“Uh yeah, I didn’t really get any time to change cause…”

“I called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I don’t think I was ready to stop the party.” Sarah covered for you.

“Yeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didn’t exactly have much time to change.” 

Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.

Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jj’s frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.

“Hey, you okay?” He didn’t need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.

“Yeah just tired.” You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.

He knew you were lying but he didn’t understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. You’d been best friends since kindergarten, and since then you’d sworn 3 things to each other.

1- You’d always share your snacks.

2-You’d always be best friends even if you argued.

 3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.

Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes you’d go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.

“Mhm,” he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. “Are we taking you home to change first?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll join you guys afterward though.” You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.

JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t going to put his everything into finding out what that was.

[fakebwitch]

drew starkey dating victoria’s secret angel

you met for the first time during one of your shows, drew had accompanied a friend of his who went to attend his girlfriend's show, insisting that drew might find someone who would finally catch his eye, and he did. when it was your time to walk down the runway, as you walked confidently looking in front of you you felt a pair of eyes burning into you, even though you shouldn't have, you gave a quick glance at him. you met drew's blue eyes, his eyes twinkling under the catwalk lights as he observed every inch of your body. you stopped, posing in front of the cameras and then turned back, all the while feeling his gaze fixed on you.

when the show was over, after changing, you and your friend headed for the exit, her boyfriend and the mystery boy who couldn't take his eyes off you during the show were waiting. as your friend kissed her boyfriend you met his gaze.

"drew" he said, the corner of his mouth rising in a small smile as he held out his hand to you, you shook it with pleasure as you said your name to him.

drew wasted no time and immediately asked for your number that night, since he had seen you walking he knew he had to have you, and he did. months later you were finally a couple.

he loved, loved seeing you walk, he always did his best to attend each of your events. he admired you with so much love, his gaze observing every inch of your body as you wore the most beautiful lingerie. of course he was always in the front row, ready to cheer you on. sometimes you let a small grin slip out as you met his gaze, or when he was luckier even a wink.

before some show he would always try to peek at the pictures they had taken of you, eager to know what you would be wearing, especially your wings, but each time you always pushed him away, saying it would be a surprise.

when you were at home and he was waiting for you lying on your comfortable bed, and you came out of the bathroom wearing the sexiest set of lingerie he had ever laid eyes on, he didn't fail to be shocked by your body, he was so obsessed with it. you loved putting on little shows for him, just for his eyes, and he loved it too.

after the shows he couldn't wait to take you back to your house so he could finally stick his hard cock inside you. let's be serious, no matter how hard he tried to be good and hold back all the dirty thoughts he could think of, he couldn't help but feel his cock harden under his pants as he watched the way your hips swayed from side to side, your tits bounced in the provocative bra or the way your ass moved, could you blame him?

sometimes you felt a little down, after all you worked with your appearance, the way you looked was everything, you had to be perfect. drew was always waiting for you with open arms, his muscular arms would push you onto his lap as he held you tightly, embracing you as he whispered reassuring phrases. “you did soo good baby, don’t even stress about it, you looked so beautiful and your walk was amazing, everybody was admiring you, my perfect pretty girl”. he always knew the right things to say to you.

on those very rare occasions when he couldn't attend your shows (and trust me, there was nothing he hated more than missing his beautiful girl’s show) because he had to record an interview or was busy with some movie, he always made sure to send you the most beautiful bouquets of flowers. while you were in the backstage, finishing your hair and makeup, a staff girl would come to you holding the bouquet. as you took them in your hands, the floral scent flooding your nostrils, you would read his handwriting on the little card, where he would tell you to don’t stress too much, that as usual you would rock and be the prettiest girl. the other girls would tease you each time laughing as your cheeks blushed, busy rereading the card for the tenth time.

he couldn't always hide his jealousy. I mean, you were walking semi-naked in front of hundreds of people, not to mention all the people from home who would see you, he knew full well what he was up against, but he couldn't stop his jaw from clenching when he spotted some guy in the audience indulging too much on your body. he couldn't wait to get home and fuck you, just to remind himself that you were his.

a/n: actually obsessed with victoria’s secret angel :((, i just know drew and her would have the best relationship, hope you enjoyed it!

[herincouture]

bella hadid for victoria’s secret.

[littlelamy]

backstage fun

rafe x 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚's𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭!𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: please remember that victoria’ssecret!angel!reader is tailored to how you look. these photos are just for reference. 😊i hope you all like it!🐇💗

the bright lights of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show beamed through the hallways, casting a soft glow over the bustling backstage area. makeup artists were adding final touches, hair stylists perfecting every curl, and models slipping into the iconic lingerie sets. in the center of all the action was you, one of the show's headlining outer banks angels, which was a small feature to the vsfs pre runway. wearing your wings proudly, you adjusted the strap of your lacey white bra, ensuring everything was perfect. you still needed your make up done but so far everything looked amazing.

but your mind wasn’t entirely on the show. it kept drifting back to one person—rafe cameron. his reputation preceded him—intense, sexy, dangerously charming, and every bit as addictive as you imagined him to be. he wasn’t part of your world, but through some twist of fate, he was here tonight, lurking in the shadows with that signature smirk of his.

you’d met him a few months prior at a cameron charity event. he was magnetic, the kind of man who made you feel like the only person in the room, even when surrounded by hundreds. the way his eyes lingered a little too long, the way his hand would casually brush against your waist—it was clear that he was interested, and you had felt that unmistakable spark, too.

a knock at your personal dressing room door pulled you from your thoughts. you glanced at your reflection, wings in place, lingerie hugging every curve, and then opened the door to find none other than rafe, leaning against the frame with a devilish grin.

“well, if it isn’t the angel herself,” rafe purred, his eyes darkening as they traveled from your face to your outfit. “you ready to so that sexy body off on the runway?”

your heart skipped a beat at his bold presence, but you played it cool, leaning back on your heels and giving him a teasing smile and a slight nod. “and what brings you backstage, Rafe? looking to join the show?”

he chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into your dressing room without an invitation. his eyes never left yours, but you could feel the heat of his gaze like a physical touch.

“i just came to see the most beautiful woman in the world do her thing,” he said smoothly, his voice low and rich. “and, of course, to make sure she hasn’t forgotten about me.”

you crossed your arms, amused by his confidence. “forgotten about you? now why would I do that?”

rafe moved closer, the space between you disappearing as he leaned in, his hand gently brushing against the strap of your bra close to your chest. “i don’t know,” he murmured, his fingers lingering on the thin strap. “but i’ve been thinking about you.” still toying with the strap, he slowly bites his lower lip.

the air between you thickened with tension, the kind that had been brewing ever since your first encounter. you weren’t immune to rafe’s charm, and he knew it. there was something dangerous about him, something that made your pulse race, even though you knew better.

“rafey,” you warned softly, trying to maintain your composure. “i’m about to go on stage.”

his hand trailed down your shimmery waist, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver through you. “i know,” he replied, his voice huskier now. “but you’ve got a few minutes. and i’ve got a proposition.”

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. “oh?”

rafe’s eyes locked onto yours, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “how about a little fun before you hit the stage? a reminder of what’s waiting for you when the show’s over.”

your breath hitched at his words, the temptation pulling at you. there was something thrilling about the idea—rafe, here, backstage, where anyone could walk in. but it wasn’t just the risk that excited you—it was him. the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. the way he made you feel like you were walking a dangerous line, one that could tip over into something wild and uncontrollable at any moment.

he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “what do you say, angel?”

you swallowed hard, your pulse racing as his scent—something dark and intoxicating—washed over you. this wasn’t part of the plan, but with rafe, nothing ever was.

you could feel his breath on your neck, the warmth of his body as he hovered so close to you. his fingers grazed the fabric of your bra strap again, this time with more intent, and you felt the heat rising between you.

“rafe, this is…” you began, but your words trailed off as he pressed a soft kiss just beneath your ear, the sensation sending a shockwave through your body.

“this is what?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “crazy? dangerous? exciting?”

you exhaled shakily, your resolve wavering as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. the room felt smaller, the walls closing in as the energy between you and rafe crackled like electricity.

“exciting,” you whispered, unable to resist the pull any longer.

in an instant, rafe’s lips were on yours, claiming you with a hunger that made your knees weak. the kiss was fiery, intense, and everything you had been craving since the moment you met him. his hands roamed over your body, carefully around the lingerie, leaving a trail of heat as he pulled you flush against him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as your body melted into his.

but as the kiss grew more heated, you heard the faint sound of footsteps outside your door. a reminder that you were still in the middle of one of the biggest fashion shows of the year. you pulled back, breathless, your lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

“i have to go,” you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with desire.

rafe smirked, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “i know. but don’t forget, angel, i’ll be waiting for you when it’s over.”

you nodded, your heart still racing as you straightened your wings and adjusted your lingerie. rafe stepped back, his eyes filled with promise and mischief.

“good luck out there,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “not that you’ll need it.”

with one last smirk, rafe slipped out of the room, leaving you standing there, breathless and buzzing with adrenaline. you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before heading to the runway.

[bambi-whispers]

90’s supermodels at victoria’s secret fashion show ( 2024 ) 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚

[josephandrewstarkey]

In honor of the VS fashion show , maybe model reader and Drew is at her show in awe of her w smut after the show???

hi anon i love this request i hope you like this x

wrapped in you

warnings: 18+ minors DNI!! p in v sex, smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, handjob

disclaimer: had to wash my hands 3 times while writing this + requests are open!!

pairing: drew starkey x supermodel!reader

Y/N had been a supermodel for years, strutting down some of the most iconic runways in the world, but the 2024 return of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was something special. After a few years of the brand being away, the show had come back bigger and better than ever, and Y/N had been invited to make her triumphant return. This time, it felt different, though. This time, she had Drew with her.

Drew Starkey had always been supportive of her career, but he had never seen her walk in person. The idea of him watching her from the front row, surrounded by celebrities and flashing cameras, made her both excited and a little nervous. It was a Victoria’s Secret show, after all—famous for its grand sets, stunning models, and the most revealing, glamorous lingerie. It was a new level of vulnerability, even for her.

Drew could tell how much this meant to her. He had been with her backstage throughout the day, staying out of the way but always nearby, making sure she knew he was there. As she got ready for the show, surrounded by hairstylists and makeup artists, he slipped into the dressing room, quietly pulling the curtain back just enough to see her sitting in front of the mirror.

Her hair was already done, cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless, giving her that signature angelic glow. She looked up when she saw him in the reflection, a smile spreading across her lips.

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice soft but bright.

Drew smiled back, crossing the room to stand behind her. “You look incredible,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder, just peeking out from her robe. His hands found her waist as he stood there, his lips brushing her skin again, his voice low and full of admiration. “You’re gonna kill it out there, Y/N.”

She laughed softly, a little bit of nervousness still lingering in her chest. “I hope so. I’m a little nervous, honestly.”

Drew turned her around gently, tilting her chin up so she was looking at him. His eyes softened, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss—soft and reassuring at first, but lingering longer than either of them expected. He pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, “You’ve got this. You’re the most beautiful woman here. No one’s even gonna come close.”

Y/N blushed at his words, her heart swelling as he kissed her again, slower this time, his hands resting at the sides of her face. She melted into the moment, letting his touch soothe her nerves.

“Thank you,” she whispered when they finally pulled apart. Her fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt, reluctant to let him go. “I needed that.”

Drew chuckled softly, his forehead resting against hers for a moment longer before he pulled back with a grin. “I’ll be out there, front and center. Don’t worry, I won’t blink.”

With one last kiss, he stepped back, letting her finish getting ready. The moment lingered with Y/N as the final touches were made—her wings adjusted, her outfit perfected. When it was finally time, the adrenaline kicked in, her nerves giving way to excitement.

As the show began, the energy in the room shifted. Music blared, and one by one, the most gorgeous models in the world strutted down the runway, showing off their angel wings and glamorous lingerie. Each one was breathtaking in her own right, but when it was Y/N’s turn, everything seemed to pause for a second.

The backstage crew adjusted her wings—massive, white, and sparkling with intricate detail that made them look as if they’d been crafted by hand by some divine being. Her lingerie set matched perfectly, white lace and delicate straps hugging her body in all the right places. Her skin glowed under the runway lights, and the soft waves of her hair seemed to catch the light with every movement.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped out onto the runway. The second she did, the entire crowd’s attention was on her. Drew’s eyes were glued to her from the moment she appeared. He had always known she was stunning, but seeing her like this—confident, radiant, and in her element—left him speechless.

She walked with perfect grace, her long legs moving effortlessly down the runway, each step drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. Her hair flowed behind her, catching the wind machines just right, and her wings shimmered like they were alive. Drew couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her skin glistened in the soft glow of the lights. She was the embodiment of everything that made the show iconic, but even more than that, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

His heart pounded in his chest, barely able to keep up with the rush of emotions flooding through him. The way she moved, the confidence she radiated—it was impossible for him to look at anyone else.

The show eventually came to an end with all the models walking the final runway together, their wings creating a stunning display of beauty. But all Drew could think about was getting Y/N alone. He didn’t want to wait.

The second they were done, Drew was backstage, his eyes locking onto Y/N as she finished up. She barely had a chance to catch her breath before he was at her side, his hand wrapping around her waist. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered, his voice low and full of need. She could see the fire in his eyes, and it made her stomach flip with excitement.

Without another word, Drew took her hand and led her swiftly out of the backstage area, his urgency surprising y/n. They reached his car, and he helped her inside, his hand gently grazing her thigh as she sat down. y/n felt a tingle between her legs at his touch, and she bit her lip, anticipating what was to come.

Drew got into the driver's seat and started the engine, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through the busy streets. y/n sensed his impatience and felt a thrill coursing through her body. She knew what was on his mind, and she couldn't wait to give in to their desires.

During the drive, they exchanged heated glances, the anticipation building with every passing second. y/n's breathing quickened as she imagined his strong hands on her body, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. She wanted him, needed him, and the wait was becoming torturous.

Finally, they arrived at their destination: Drew's apartment. Without a moment's hesitation, Drew turned off the engine and pulled y/n close, crushing his lips against hers in a hungry kiss. y/n moaned, responding eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she returned his passion.

Breaking away momentarily, Drew whispered, "I need you, now."

y/n didn't reply; instead, she gently pushed him back against the seat and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his, their mouths devouring each other. She could feel his hard cock straining against his pants, and she ground her hips against him, enjoying the feel of his length pressing into her core through the thin fabric of her lingerie.

With deft fingers, she began unbuttoning his shirt, reveling in the feel of his warm skin beneath her palms. She wanted to touch every inch of him, mark him as her own. Drew's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her already hardened nipples through the delicate lace of her bra.

y/n gasped at the sensation, her head falling back slightly as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She continued her exploration, slowly unzipping his pants, reaching inside to wrap her hand around his thick, hardening cock. Drew hissed at the contact, his hips bucking slightly as she squeezed gently and began to stroke him.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, his hands grasping her hips. "You feel so good."

Smiling wickedly, y/n leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "I want you inside me, Drew. Right now."

With urgency, Drew lifted her, still straddling him, and carried her into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. He pressed her against the wall, his mouth claiming hers once more as he lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. y/n felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her pussy, and she ached to feel him buried deep within her.

In one swift motion, Drew thrust into her, filling her completely. y/n cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she relished the feeling of him stretching her, claiming her as his own. Drew began to move, his hips snapping as he set a ruthless pace, their bodies creating a sexy rhythm together.

y/n met his thrusts with equal fervor, her head thrown back, soft moans escaping her lips with each deep stroke. Drew's hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly as he pounded into her, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the slick sounds of their passion filling the room.

"You feel so fucking tight, baby," Drew grunted, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to thrust, his cock delving deep into her wet, willing pussy.

y/n's walls clenched around him, and she felt her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tightly within her core. "Drew, I'm so close," she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Don't stop."

Drew's hips snapped faster, his cock plunging into her again and again. "Come for me, y/n," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock."

His dirty words sent her over the edge, and y/n cried out as her orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching and pulsating around his hard length. Drew felt her pussy contracting around him, and with a few more sharp thrusts, he followed her over the precipice, crying out her name as he spilled himself deep inside her, his cock pulsating with release.

Their breathless bodies remained locked together for several moments, their hearts pounding in unison. y/n gently kissed Drew, a smile playing on her lips. "That was incredible," she murmured, her hands gently stroking his hair.

Drew buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "It was," he agreed, his voice laced with satisfaction. "But I'm not done with you yet."

A shiver ran down y/n's spine at his whispered words, and she knew that this night was just the beginning of an intimate and passionate exploration of their desires. She couldn't wait for what came next.

Their clothes, now discarded on the floor, were a testament to the heat and urgency of their passion, and y/n knew that this was just the first of many intimate encounters that would leave them both breathless and craving more.

[pro-royalty]

Tyla w. Tyra Banks

Backstage at Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show (2024)

[marvelsgirl616]

blue eyes x brown eyes mlm ships that deserve to be canon bc these bitches are ✨gay as FUCK ✨ <3

[saintlaurentproblems]

2024 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show

[lilstarkeydream]

Hidden Flames Series

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Summary: Y/N, a Kook who prefers the company of her Pogue friends, falls for Rafe Cameron. Despite their growing feelings, they maintain a facade due to their conflicting social circles and personal insecurities. Y/N is best friends with Sarah, Rafe's sister, which fuels Rafe's hidden affection. He despises how Y/N hangs out with the Pogues, believing she has more potential, while Y/N can't stand Rafe's for fights and stuck up nature. After a dramatic confrontation, they confess their feelings but must keep their relationship secret, with only Sarah in the know.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (Coming soon)

[thefourthrabbit]

The Bank of Secrets (Part I: Exterior)

The banking system in the Sims world has always been very secretive. No one knows how the financial system functions—it just does. Where do loans and NPC money come from? Where is Admiral Landgraab's gold? How do rich Sims manage their assets? Answers lie in this eclectic-style hybrid of Gothic and modern architecture. Its elegant, classic facade represents the old, clandestine "savings" branch, whereas the modern wings take up the function of modern banking.

[winterrrnight]

secret admirer (rafe's pov)

PAIRING: high schooler!soft!rafe cameron x high schooler!fem!reader

SUMMARY: the reader has a secret admirer who drops letters, flowers and some other little souvenirs in their locker.

WARNINGS: so much lovesick rafe, fluff and fluff and fluff, extremely cute moments between the two

EDITH SPEAKS: and it's here!!! let's completely ignore the fact that it's been months since the original post :p please make sure you've read the original one first, because it's a bit more detailed and includes what rafe's letters say (you can find the original fic directly linked in my navigation or through the series masterlist!). I hope you all really enjoy this; this is a big piece of my heart in the form of writing 💓 please like and reblog and comment all your thoughts!!! 💘💘

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I walk in the school gates after my soccer practice, still in my sweaty clothes from the intense training. I look at the lockers on my left, carefully seeing the numbers on each of them so I don’t miss the one I’m looking for.

I finally find the one I’m looking for. Through one of the three little slits in the middle of the locker, I slide in my envelope. It has a letter and a little daisy in it. She’s like one; so delicate that I want to protect her from the whole world and only want her to be mine.

Because I do. She comes in my dreams every night, where she so delicately holds my hands and kisses my skin. I feel so lightweight that I will just melt right in her touch.

I look around the hallway, making sure no one sees me. When I notice no one, I take in a deep breath of relief and walk out of the school.

She needs to know how much she means to me. She needs to see how much I appreciate her.

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I now try to send in an envelope as often as I can. I send one in every few days, and try to mix it around with the little souvenir that accompanies the letter. So far, I’ve sent her flowers, chocolates, and a small bracelet which I made for her.

But today, I woke up so late, I had to miss my soccer practice. My clothes aren’t on properly, and I didn’t even have any time to do something to my hair. I look like I just rolled out of the bed.

I have to be so discreet each time I put in the letter in the locker. I don’t want anyone catching me. That’s all I am: her secret admirer. The one who admires her from afar. The one who sends her little letters to remind her how beautiful she is, and how she deserves the whole world.

I have put in the letter without anyone noticing. I’m now standing right behind the turn of the hallway, where I have a clear look of her. She’s opening her locker. I notice a bright smile on her face when she sees the letter.

Suddenly, the bell rings, cutting through my thoughts. I notice her cursing and rushing to the class, the unopened letter in her bag. I have the same class as her: it’s English and there’s no way our teacher will let us in the class.

I rush to the class too, and by the time I reach, she’s already at the door, the teacher giving her an earful. Just as I stand right behind her, our teacher notices me.

“Oh looks like we have another late comer,” He says, glaring at me. She realizes my presence, and turns around to look at me. We make brief eye contact, and I feel my cheeks heat up. We’re standing close to each other, so close that I can hear her breathing.

“I’m so sorry, I swear I set an alarm but it didn’t ring and-” I start to ramble, but the teacher cuts me off.

“DETENTION! Both of you!” He suddenly yells at the two of us. I watch her flinch, and just for a second, I have the urge of breaking the teacher’s face. He signs two detention slips and hands those to us, and then he dismisses us by closing the door on our faces.

She looks down at the slip at her hand. She hates getting detention. She’s the nice, intelligent student of our grade, and she tries to stay out of detention as much as she can.

She looks up to me and we make brief eye contact again. Oh her eyes. I find myself drowning in them each time I see her.

“Shall we go?” I ask her, wanting her to look at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. But she doesn't lift her head up, and only gives me a nod. We both start to make our way to the detention classroom.

When we reach inside, we only see our PE teacher sitting. He’s too busy reading his magazine and doesn’t realize we both have walked in until we sit down.

“Just two of you?” He looks at us, and she nods in response. “Well that's going to be a waste of my time.” He shuts his magazine close and leaves it on the desk, starting to make a beeline for the door.

“I’ll be here in an hour to let you both out. Don't do anything dumb, you're being watched.” He says and quickly leaves the room, me and her being all alone.

A silence wraps around the two of us, and it feels very serene. I pull out one of my books to read, but I falter at keeping my focus on the words because of her sitting next to me. I can’t help but steal a glance of her after every few seconds, and I swear with each passing second, she just gets more beautiful.

When she opens her bag, she pulls out the letter. I intake a sharp breath, and watch her open the envelope and read the words written on them. A smile graces her lips as her eyes wander over the words, and I feel my heart skip a beat.

“What’s that?” The words leave my mouth so quickly, I don’t realize I’ve spoken them. She snaps her head towards me.

“Nothing,” she says, focussing on folding the paper back again and putting it back in the envelope.

“Looks like a love letter, someone's been writing you love letters?” I pose the question, wanting not to show I’m the one who wrote it.

“Maybe?”

Why is she not as happy as I thought she would be?

“What do you mean, maybe?”

She sighs. “I’ve been receiving these letters which have poetry in French written in them. They usually come along with a little gift, like a small flower or some chocolate. But, there’s no name on the paper whatsoever, so I have no way of knowing who it is, if it’s legit or if someone is playing a prank on me.”

“I don’t think it’s a prank, you know.” She looks back at me, her eyes wide as they sink into mine.

“You don’t?”

“Someone maybe likes you a lot, and is, I don’t know, scared to admit it to you.” I say, shaking my head.

“But, why do you think it’s not a prank? And how are you so sure it is an actual love letter?”

I feel myself almost starting to get riled up; angry because why does she refuse to accept something like that?

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that it can be an actual love letter? That someone actually likes you a lot? You're an amazing person, don't decline the thought of someone being your admirer so easily.” I blurt out, and just the second I finish speaking, I realize I’ve said too much.

I look away from her the next instant, and try to direct all my focus on my work, ignoring the heat rising in my cheeks.

I hear her whisper a small thank you, and as much as I try not to, I steal a small glance at her, her head bent down as she's looking over her school work.

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With the incident at the detention, I decide I have to send her letters every single day, with more gifts in them, my love hidden in each one of them safely, but surely.

I see her opening her locker and finding the letter. I included a daisy chain which I learnt how to make from Sarah, more chocolates and two new bracelets.

I had to stay up overnight to finish making the chain and the bracelets, but it’s all worth it.

It’s for her.

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It was one of the first days of last summer, when I was biking around, waiting for some of my friends to meet up with me. They all had decided to meet up at a new place which I had never been to. Taking different roads and turns, I found myself in unfamiliar areas of the island.

As I continued to bike, I found a big field which I didn’t even know existed. Curious, I got off my bike and went inside the field, and found out it’s actually a huge strawberry field. Strawberries were growing on low lying plants, a bright red color making them pop out from the green of the leaves.

I was completely amazed by them. I followed their path to find a huge opening in the field with a huge tree in the middle. But before I could take any steps further, I saw her sitting under the shade of the tree, protecting herself from the bright summer sun as she was eating the strawberries. She looked so serene; sitting cross legged and biting into those strawberries, sighing as their sweet taste completely encompassed her.

Since then I always see her going on the little road which leads to the huge field, biking her way to it. Now that strawberries are back in season, I have decided to put some of those in her letter next time, and even spend some time there as I try to write some new letters to her.

I decide to go around at least 2 hours before her usual time, so she doesn't see me there at all. With my notepad, my fountain pen, ink bottle and my basket, I find myself in the strawberry field again, taking a deep breath to inhale the sweet smelling air surrounding me.

I sit under the tree, taking my notepad and my pen to begin writing, but, much to my dismay, I don't feel inspired and no words come to my help to write something. Even with a big inspiration right in front of me, I just can't think of something to write.

Frustrated, I leave my notepad under the tree and decide to gather some strawberries. I make my way in between the plants, trying to pluck only the ripest of the ripe strawberries.

Having to walk around in the dirt for so long results in dirt over my face and my clothes, but that doesn't matter to me.

“Just a few more,” I whisper, bending down at one of the bunches of strawberries to pluck them. I look at my basket, which is quite full, but I know I can get some more.

I find myself satisfied with my collection as I look at my full basket. The strawberries shine under the evening shade of the sun, the golden rays making them glow.

I start to walk back out to the tree, but just as I come back out, I spot her looking at me.

Oh shit.

I spent way too much time than I intended and now she's here.

“Oh, hey,” I say awkwardly, as she looks back at me with the same confusion as me.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, what are you doing here?” She questions me.

I can’t tell her why I’m here. I have to make something up.

"Nothing, just... just getting some of these strawberries. I've heard they're really good," I say, walking towards her. I try my best to exude confidence, to show her I’m firm in what I’m pretending to do here.

“How did you... how did you find out about this place? I come here almost every single day and I never see you here. Why suddenly today?”

I see it.

I see the hunger to know everything in her eyes.

I know she has seen my notepad and my pen, just lying there under the shade of the tree.

I know she suspected it when I said too much during the detention. She's set on knowing the truth about everything, about me being the one who drops little words of love in her locker each day, and proving her own assumptions right.

I'm standing silently in front of her, trying to find the right words to start with, and she's looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to start speaking.

“Why do you have that notepad with you, with that fountain pen?” She prompts.

We’ve come too far.

It’s time I tell it all to her.

“For you. It's all for you. It's all always been for you.” I whisper. “These,” I say, motioning to the basket in my hands, “these are for you too.”

"But... why me?” She mutters, her eyes directed towards everywhere but at me.

"Because," I walk closer to her, and with all the confidence in me, I place my finger under her chin and gently push it up so she can only look at me. I feel my hand almost shaking from getting to touch her. “I want you to know how special you are. You deserve nothing but love, and this is just me showing you that.” I move my hand towards her cheek, placing it comfortably. When I see she doesn't show any signs of discomfort, I feel myself starting to get relaxed, my heartbeat taking control over its speed. I feel her cheek radiate heat through my hand.

“But-” she starts, but I cut her off.

“No buts. I told you this before too, why are you not willing to believe that you are so worthy of being loved and appreciated? That there is someone who’s ready to do this all for you, but that wouldn’t be special now, would it? That’s what everyone does. And then my purpose of showing you that I’m not like everyone else and how I will shower you with love every single second of my life is defeated. I will bring you the moon, all you have to do is just ask.”

I say it.

I say it all in a single breath.

Every single emotion I experience when I see her is out in the open for her to see. I feel vulnerable, as if my protective top layer has been scratched away, but not roughly. It’s peeled off carefully, like we peel an orange for a loved one.

But for some reason, she doesn’t seem completely satisfied with all I have to say.

“Why me?”

I sigh, knowing we're both about to take a trip down memory lane.

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I was playing in the sand all by myself, trying my best to make a castle out of it, but my attempts failed me. I was bored; sitting all alone in the sand pit with no one with me. I watched everyone else in the playground, running and laughing with their friends, while I was left all alone.

My attention was directed towards the swings, and a huge smile graced my face when I saw it was empty. It was nearly never empty, always being hogged by the rest of the kindergarteners. I rushed to it and sat on one of them, starting to swing back and forth.

I had just started to enjoy the swing, when a huge group of bullies made its way towards me.

“Hey, give us the swing!” Greg, their leader, demanded. I felt myself getting scared, almost trembling, but I didn't want to give the bullies the satisfaction that they had made me scared.

“No!” I said, tightening my grip on the swings and trying to glare at them; to show they didn't scare me. But that only seemed to anger Greg more, because with just one motion of his head, all of his friends charged towards me. They pulled me away from my swing and threw me on the ground with a loud thud, and I screamed at the pain inflicted to me. I started crying as I helped myself up with all my strength to see Greg laughing at me as he sat on his swing.

I felt lost. No teacher came up to help me, despite there being many in the playground to oversee everything. I sat up properly, sniffling, and I noticed my bruises covering my knees.

But suddenly, I felt the sunlight being blocked in front of me, and I looked up to see you.

You were standing in front of me, a gentle smile on your face as you let out your hand for me. My eyes were wide seeing you being so gentle towards me. I took your hand and you pulled me up, and led me to your teacher in your classroom.

I remember her being shocked at my condition. She took me away from you and started to apply an antiseptic on my knees, which spread a burning sensation. I whined at the feeling, wanting it to end at that instant.

She very carefully applied band aids on my wounds, and gave me a little pat on my cheek, and called me a ‘strong boy’. She left me, and you came in just the next second, taking me to your table in the classroom.

I saw you curiously as you opened up your bag and rummaged through it. You pulled out a lollipop, and handed it to me.

“You are so brave,” you said, and I felt my heart racing at your comment.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the lollipop from your hand.

It was strawberry flavored.

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“From that day, I've never stopped looking at you. As we grew older, I knew you were the one I wanted to be with, and I wanted to reciprocate all that you've done for me. It's not just the lollipop, throughout all the years you've been there for me when no one else was, I just don't want you to think that your efforts go unappreciated.” I finish.

She's looking at me with wide eyes, her breathing getting heavier.

She knows why she means the whole universe to me.

She knows why I would travel to the other side of the world to get her her favorite kind of flowers.

“Rafe,” she starts, but tears start to blur her eyes. I move my thumbs to her cheeks to quickly wipe them off, before they fall off her face.

“This is nothing compared to what you've done for me, those chocolates, little verses of poetry, bracelets, they don't amount to the things you've done for me in any way. But I just want to show you how amazing you are, and how you deserve the nicest things in the world.” I whisper.

Before I can process what is happening, her lips are pressed against mine, my eyes shut close as I feel her so close to me. My lips move against hers gently, and I feel her pull me closer to her with her arms around my neck.

She pulls away and gently rests her forehead against mine. My eyes are still shut, and I'm afraid if I'll open them up, I'll wake up from the most serene dream I've ever had.

"Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Su je vivais mille ans, he t'appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chaacune d'elles." I whisper, taking in a deep breath to let the moment settle in me.

“I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.”

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[hijinxinprogress]

Yj takes to mocking their mentors behavior after being lectured for being irresponsible and the public’s perception of YJ

Bart is going on about science that no one would understand even if he wasn’t talking at Mach 3 and popping out of no where going ‘flash fact-’ or starting a fight with a villain while eating an entire large pizza

Tim’s whaling on some fucking rogue and dude is 🤏🏾 close to being unconscious and tim goes “😡 now talk” (it doesn’t make it better that the rest of yj is in hysterics)

Anita mimicks the powers of whichever magic user she’s seen or heard most recently unless she gets bored and decides to act out horror movies which just leads to a villain cutting the power but they realize Anita showed up and they’re frantically trying to turn the power back on bc everyone thinks she’s actually possessed

Kon goes full on ‘Fear not, citizen! For I have arrived, a lone kryptonian with naught but justice in his heart’ along with saving one specific reporter first in every disaster (it’s linda and she thinks this is hilarious) he does hero landings and he says all the cheesy hero lines just bc he knows sometimes the medias perception of Clark annoys him (there’s a clip of a fan confessing and Kon goes on about how his only love is justice)

Greta before retirement is saying the lanterns oath before every attack and clowning Tim any chance she gets but Greta after retirement occasionally does crowd control which is just Greta doing finger guns and saying shit like totally tubular and gnarly while leading civilians away from danger or going on long winded rants about planes

Cissie is telling every person she saves that’s at least five years younger than her that she’s adopting them and then paying off some random debt and never speaking to them again or flirting with whichever member of yj is closest/has already taken down their opponent this doesn’t change much when Cissie retires, she just starts filing paperwork to adopt whoever gets second place and she will tell everyone that she’s married to the yj member on the news no matter where she is or what she’s doing

Cassie has a battle axe, a shield, and a lasso and somehow manages to use all three every fight while mimicking Diana’s speech patterns and demolishing anyone that gets a hit on yj (the only thing ww takes offense to is Cassie’s over the top feigned ineptness when it came to technology ‘Suffering Sappho! What is this strange contraption?!’ ‘🤨 my fucking phone??’)

[just-a-girl-07]

2004: Tyra Banks, Adriana Lima, Heidi Klum, Alessandra Ambrosia & Gisele Bundchen - Victoria's Secret 'Angels Across America'

[midnight276]

Victoria’s Secret runways in the 2000’s will never be topped