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Louis Vuitton: 'Patchwork' Collection Designed By: Kanye West (2009)

In 2009, Kanye West was known before as the 'Louis Vuitton Don'. Not only was Kanye known to wear some of the most famous pieces of the brand, but he also designed several shoes for the design house. As a result, was able to collaborate with the luxury brand on three different silhouettes. Each shoe was creatively named after important members of West’s closest friends, Ibn Jasper, Don C. and Mr. Hudson. The Louis Vuitton Don's, Jasper’s and Mr Hudson’s Patchwork offering exhibits a mixture of rose hued suedes and leathers on the sockliner with magenta flashes. The laces integrate a tassel design for an elegant look with gold bands. Coming in colors of, cream, white, black, red, purple, brown, pastel and pink.

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[indeedgoodman]

[freshthoughts2020]

[caprisun-sensei]

LV Yeezy samples

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[merylqueenstreep]

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA REUNION AFTER 18 YEARS! Meryl looked as sophisticated as ever in a sparkling burgundy Prada gown. Emily donned a custom Louis Vuitton red gown with a plunging neckline. Anne thrilled in a vibrant blue gown - cerulean - with a chunky belt and a sizzling thigh-high slit.

[taylorswiftstyle]

Out and about | New York City, NY | September 8, 2024

Gant 'Wool Blend Trench Coat’ - $1,000.00 Gucci 'GG Supreme Sleeveless Mini Dress’ - $3,170.00 Louis Vuitton 'Louise PM Earrings’ - $575.00 EF Collection ‘Diamond Mini Huggie & Prong Set Chain Stud Earring’ - $850.00 For Future Reference ‘Vintage 1970s Ancient Bronze Coin Necklace’ - $12,750.00 Wove Made x Michelle Wie West 'Custom Diamond Tennis Bracelet’ - $5,680.00 (starting) Lizzie Mandler ‘3 Row Cleo Bracelet’ - $18,300.00 Tiffany & Co ‘Diamond Wire Ring’ - $2,675.00 Jacquie Aiche ‘Large Marquise Diamond Pave Signet Ring’ - $6,250.00 Gucci ‘Horsebit Shoulder Bag’ - $4,300.00 Gucci 'Horsebit Leather Sandals’ - $920.00

Someone got a haul of Gucci recently and decided to wear it all in one fell weekend. It’s not uncommon for Taylor to be brand loyal and to wear a slew of things from a single designer many times over, consecutively. Think FP, Ref, or Stella McCartney. Even Vivienne Westwood and Gant as recent examples. These are brands Taylor has worn back to back for years. Taylor also turned to Gucci a lot in reputation’s years, particularly for its iconic kingsnake motif. I can’t imagine it given Taylor’s hesitancy to take on an official fashion label endorsement contract, but I can’t deny she and Travis have donned a lot of matching Gucci recently. It has raised my brows, esp as logo-heavy items aren’t typically something Taylor wears, but not enough to think an official contract is underfoot. Rather, I think it’s a choice to make for a sequence of cohesive back to back public outings. I’d even be willing to believe it was setting the stage for a Gucci red carpet at the MTV VMAs on Wednesday.

If I were to nitpick styling, as someone very Pro Sandwich Style, I can appreciate the matching accessories coordinating her purse and sandals. As a neutrals lover, I also love the combo of black + brown. That said, upon first glance of this ‘fit sans coat I originally thought keeping both of her Gucci accessories from the US Open earlier for a pop of colour + tonal coordination with the dress’ leather details would have served this outfit well.

Luckily, this is a time when the coat becomes greater than the sum of an outfit’s parts and works as the key to bringing all of the disparate elements together. The addition of the darker (almost black, from a distance) buttons on her trench did just about enough to bring the bag and shoes into a clearer, more intentional light.

Illustration by Amelia Noyes

[piratefishmama]

Beware the Thorns

(a NSFW multi-part ficlet)

In many in journalistic circles, Eddie Munson, was Steve Harrington’s partner. The eye candy on his arm, cool, indifferent to everyone, he didn’t stray to the cameras for his five minutes of fame, he breezed by them as if he were just… better than them.

He was beautiful, skin like pale porcelain, dark curls full of lustre, and volume, dark doe eyes mysterious and inviting, broad shoulders, slender waist. His body only ever donned in the most expensive of dark fabrics, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Dolce, nothing touched his skin but perfection.

To those who knew him better, he was Eddie Munson, professional escort, his services were expensive, he catered only to the rich, but he was good at his job.

Services included attending events, non-sexual but intimate bathing, the ‘boyfriend’ package, something Steve had been paying for, for ooooooh two years now? Long distance work, sex… sex was usually a given according to MOST people, and they did like to try and argue for it being included in the price of something basic, but Eddie charged more for it, and was often coy and promising enough to make them wait for him if he wanted to hold off.

And boy did he have them on a hook when he held off, the hunger to sink into his pert little ass keeping them paying, and paying, and paying for his time, for his presence on their arm. He was worth the wait, but he didn’t want to give in too fast, less they cut ties after getting what they wanted, they were his business, he had to keep them wanting.

He was a long game escort, he wasnt a wham bam ka-ching thank u ma’am/man kind of deal, wasnt a one and done sex worker. He put more time into it. He put serious effort into it. He was good at it.

He even had his own website.

Granted the website was listed as something else entirely so you had to know what you were looking for because wow, some of it was illegal, but word of mouth got him around more than enough to keep the lights on in his Indianapolis penthouse apartment, it was cosy, had everything he needed.

It helped that his clients were LOADED. One had to know where to go to get those big bucks, had to know which big fish to dangle the worm in front of.

He’d dangled that worm in front of Steve Harrington while on the arm of someone else, there were… rumours, of his sexuality floating about, stories from his high school years, that one gay bar he’d been spotted in with his friends, the way he’d touch pretty men, and look a little longer than necessary at things a straight boy shouldn’t be looking at while high as a kite.

He just hadn’t come out yet, at least, he hadn't until Eddie had been seen on his arm at a charity gala, having appeared to jump ship from the arm of the Hagan boy somewhere behind the scenes.

Nobody could get a word from the sole heir of the Hagan Hotel fortune as to what happened either, lips were zipped shut on the matter, he hadn't even tried to smear Eddie's name which some journalists found. Strange. Given Hagan's verbal evisceration of his previous exes.

Tommy wasn’t… bad, per-say.

He could be sweet when he wanted to be, but he rarely wanted to be. He was also overconfident, he lacked the ability to hold insults to himself, and had on more than one occasion called Eddie a useless whore in a fit of anger over some such nonsense.

So. Eddie cut those ties at the first big fish opportunity.

He was one of Eddie’s… longer lasting clients though, the half a year he spent seeing him regularly was… sometimes okay, the sex was fun, access to the good drugs was awesome since Hagan didn’t shy away from them, and he got paid nicely for his time, but he was glad he didn’t have to spend all his time with the man as an actual partner would have.

Probably would have strangled him by now.

Steve Harrington wasn’t like him though… Steve was his favourite client.

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Eddie Munson had waltzed into Steve Harringtons life with all the ease and grace of a man who’d lived in wealth his entire life.

Like a rose he was beautiful, but hidden beneath the pretty petals there were thorns to consider.

He wasn’t truly his, and therein lay the thorns. He was paying for the privilege of his company, paying for him on his arm, paying for him to breeze by flashing cameras in fancy suits, paying for him to act the part of a loving, attentive boyfriend for the paparazzi trying to catch a glimpse of his love life.

It was easier to pay a professional, than allow a civilian into his life.

It was easier to bring Eddie home with him, watch him waltz around his living room in his tailored semi-sheer silk button-down shirt, tucked neatly into his black Gucci tux trousers, his blazer left draped over one of the chairs, it was easy watching him sway, the twinkle of his draping silver chain ear cuff catching the light from the lit lamps amidst beautiful dark curls, his slender hips swaying to the quiet music Steve had put on that evening after a long night of schmoozing with the press, with his peers.

People who probably knew who Eddie truly was, but… were tight-lipped enough not to spill the beans, because blowing that whistle would of course shine a spotlight on how they’d know.

It was safer for them to just smile and nod.

It was easy, joining him, slipping behind him, and pulling him close, ass to groin, trailing kiss after kiss down his warm, smooth neck, hands on his hips easing him back, into him, close to him in a slow, rhythmic grind of intent.

Easy to convey what he wanted to a professional, knowing he’d get it.

It was easy to lose himself in the idea that this man was his to take to bed, and because he wasn’t truly his, but an employee…

It was easy to let him go in the morning, his wallet some three grand lighter, depending on what they did the night before… it was easy… until it wasn’t easy anymore.

Until the brief press of lips to his forehead as he feigned sleep in the morning, and the soft rustle of his wallet being rifled through for the exact amount owed and nothing more, because he’d long since told Eddie where he kept it, and gave him permission to just take what was owed and go if he had to go.

Until all the things he’d found so easy about Eddie’s presence in his life… stopped being easy for his heart to ignore.

The soft press of lips to his brow in silent goodbye left him wanting nothing more than to pull his beautiful porcelain rose, thorns and all, back into bed and demand he stay just a few more hours, the feel of his body pressed close in the night, curled under the Egyptian cotton sheets with him, had him lying awake at night longing for the sun to take just a little longer to rise.

Eddie Munson wasn’t his. Not really.

And maybe, maybe he figured, as he slipped on a pair of dark leather gloves for his early Monday meeting, the touch of his hired lover still lingering on his skin, the bruising hickey the brunette had left during the night, before disappearing before dawn as he KNEW Steve had an early meeting, knuckles cracking as he flexed them within the reinforced gloves.

Maybe, he figured as the iron knuckles embedded in his gloves met the soft, weak, easily breakable jaw of the latest person to cross him and his business partners, the sickening crunch of bone breaking beneath skin...

Maybe Eddie not really being his was a good thing.

That didn’t stop him, or his heart, from wanting.

It being a good thing didn’t stop his hands from dialling those digits he’d long since memorised, he didn’t even need them saved in his contacts, he had them, the only number he’d ever memorized, he had it there by pure muscle memory. A number carved into his very soul.

Sometimes even if he wasn’t trying to call the brunette, his fingers would dial as if his heart had simply taken over his mind when it came to him. This time however, he purposefully dialled.

After cleaning his hands of the sickly, dark red that’d stained them, gotten under the fabric of his gloves and ruined them, he dialled, knowing that when his addiction answered, and he always answered… everything would feel okay again.

The racing of his heart would slow, calm would wash over him like waves slowing their turbulent rolls after a storm had passed.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite person in the whole wide world~” his voice thick and throaty, he always sounded so fucked out when he answered the phone, like the strongest whiskey mixed with the finest of honey. Steve knew this wasn’t a greeting purely for him, Eddie didn’t save numbers, he didn’t to keep his clients safe in case the police got hold of his phone, and he sure as fuck didn’t speak like that in private, he’d heard Eddie in private…

Heard him when the brunette didn’t think he could hear, when he thought Steve to still be in the shower, he was on the phone to someone, probably a friend, who Steve didn’t know but definitely not a client, Eddie always sounded different when speaking to a client… somewhere deep down… Steve almost wished he had that relationship with him instead. Almost.

He did wished he could see the real him, hear the real him instead of this imposter, instead of the façade he put on, it worked for him, fuck did it work, he could fuck his own fist for hours just listening to that voice, but… he wanted more, he’d wanted more for some time.

But he’d take what he could get. If all Eddie would give him were an imposter, then… an imposter he’d take. It wasn’t as though Steve were being truly honest about himself either.

Thorns. So many little thorns.

“Flatterer” he hummed, earning a deep laugh from the speaker that had his heart thump against his ribcage, fuck, he didn’t deserve that laugh, didn’t deserve the warmth it filled him with, a man lay broken not far from his feet, blood pooled around his head, barely alive, he didn’t deserve the warmth Eddie gave him.

But he’d greedily soak what was offered up.

Eddie didn’t seem surprised it was him either, which was nice, it made his greeting seem all the more real, he just… adapted, quick as lightning “as if you don’t deserve it, are you gonna be home tonight, baby?” Deep down he knew this wasn’t Eddie… deep down there was a fiery, excitable, loud, nerdy man hidden beneath the surface probably cringing at the tone of voice being used, but it was what he was allowed to hear, it was all Eddie was willing to share with him, and that was okay.

In every part of his life, he was in control, he could have what he wanted, get what he demanded… but with Eddie… he got what he was given, and he was happy for it.

���I should be home by eight…”

“Ugh good… I’ve missed you, sweetheart.” Whether it was the truth or not Steve never knew, he liked to believe it was, he liked to think his addiction missed him as much as he missed his addiction while he was away “what do you want for dinner?” He smiled against the phone, silent for a moment as he basked in the domesticity of it all, how easily Eddie made him just… BELIEVE that he was a sweet housewife, ready to tend to his every need “… baby?”

“Just thinking… you know I love everything you cook, so many options…” Eddie was incredible at everything, he used a knife better than some of his most skilled bodyguards, men who’d trained with a bladed weapon for most of their lives, he had two ex-black ops on his staff and neither of them could handle a knife quite like him, of course comparing them wasn’t exactly fair, one used it to fillet fish and cut vegetables, the others… cut into other things.

He liked Eddie’s use of them far more than the other.

“Want me to surprise you?” He liked giving Eddie creative freedom, liked it far more than when he told him what to do, telling him… didn’t always get the best results, Eddie liked his freedom to create far too much, surprises tended to feel more… personal, tailored to what he thought Steve might like.

“Please, I could never choose, it’s all so good” another laugh, softer, it sounded so real… so honest, a spell he dare not break by saying the wrong thing, tearing into the space they created together, the fantasy life together by insinuating that this wasn’t the norm… that he couldn’t always have Eddie making his dinner like he longed for.

“Have a safe flight, okay? I’ll see you when you get home…” he was doing something, couldn’t stay on the call, was he with someone else? No… he’d never answer if he was with someone else, the thought made him grip the phone tighter though, jealousy coursing through him at the mere idea that someone else could be occupying his time… stealing his attention away. “Love you, baby” it wasn’t real, just a fantasy.

It still made all his fears, all his worries vanish, pop like bubbles, washed away by the torrent of warmth that flooded him with those simple words.

“Love you too” he only wished Eddie’s words were as real as his own.

Part 2

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MESSAGE FROM THE LV DON

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[aeon-borealis]

Random AleHeather Headcanons

-I honestly think Alejandro and Heather would be childfree by choice. Heather isn't fond of her younger siblings and her parents were more than ready to push her out of the house. Alejandro has a very strained, tumultuous relationship with his family.

I like to think they'd build a found family between each other, friends, and others they meet along the way. Both are trying to work through personal shit as well as Total Drama baggage. Neither wants to put a potential kid through what they've been through. They both have wants, goals, and ambitions that don't leave time for kids. Neither wants the stress that'd come with pregnancy and a crying baby either. That's just my take, though.

-Heather wants a big house with a walk-in closet and filled with lots of nice, posh furniture and luxury items. Both Alejandro and Heather have a few high-fashion outfits and at least one Louis Vuitton bag.

-Alejandro was already gender non-conforming in World Tour with his shoulder length hair and earrings. In All Stars, he said he put time and effort into "manscaping." He already has femme-leaning gender expression, so I think he'd go further into "fuck gender" as he gets older. He'd have some skirts in his closet. He wears make-up. He carries purses and calls them purses. His style is low-key, but he slays.

-Both Alejandro and Heather are Sims fanatics. They're the kind of gamers that Sims is the only video game they're interested in if/when they have time. Heather's favorite Sim is Dina Caliente and she has a laundry list of reasons to justify Dina's gold-digging leanings.

Alejandro's favorite Sim is Nina Caliente. He's a hopeless romantic at heart and when he feels charitable, he makes Don Lothario give up womanizing and realize he likes the idea of a quiet, domestic life with Nina. Alejandro also has a soft spot for Olive Specter. He loves her "Gothic love story" with the Grim Reaper.

-Both Alejandro and Heather want a huge, grandiose wedding. Only a few family members are invited; the rest are their short list of friends. It's a destination wedding and they foot the bill for their guests. And they're a very happy, sappy couple.

A wedding is after years of therapy and overcoming trauma together. If I dream up endgame Aleheather, they're gonna be a healthy hetero couple that learned how to work together. I think more media needs that shit in general and I'm gonna include that in my fan works because I want more of that, dammit.

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Broken? No, Just Rearranging (SERIES)

Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Kim Mingyu as Lucas Blue Ramirez and Y/N as Ara Riona Teves De La Vega

Just let go of the illusion that it could have been any different.

Genre: M/F, old friends to lovers, fluff(in the next chapters), smut (not in this chap tho), angst, late 20s established career setting

Warnings: Just mean, bratty and hateful OC

Word Count: 2 367

Hello and welcome to my first ever series! This will we in both English and Tagalog for better feels. I am so excited for you guys to read this! This story has always been in my notes for the longest time, I literally wrote the first chapter when I was in 9th grade. Anyway, enjoy reading! Please do not hesitate to give me some constructive criticism.

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CHAPTER 1: Let it Bleed

'DLVGC Headquarters' 

The sign on the huge led screen says when you enter the main lobby of the huge building.

De la Vega Group of Companies, one of the biggest businesses ran by a family. Malls, hotels, restaurants, clothing, makeup brands, food factories, and transportations. Own most of it. They are all over the world now. The business grew a lot. The person who stands as the head of everyone, even the presidents of each company is their own grandfather, Chairman Dominico de la Vega. He has 6 offspring leading each company except one. Don de la Vega and his wife chose other fields. Business wasn't their vibe. Now, their only daughter will manage all of De la Vega Fashion and Beauty. The only grandchild who takes over her parents' job in the family. At dahil dun, naging paborito siya ni Chairman Dominico. Pinag-aral siya sa France at ngayon ay babalik na.

"Mr. Ramirez, hinihintay po kayo ng Chairman." Sabi ng assistant ng chairman na nasa front desk ng opisina nito. Tumango ang binata at pinagbuksan siya ng assistant ng pinto sa opisina ng chairman.

"Magandang umaga po, Chairman Dominico." Bati niya.

"Blue, kamusta ang preparasyon para sa pagdating ni Ara?" Tanong ng matanda.

"Mabuti naman po. Iniba na namin ang panloob ng buong DLV Fashion ayon sa kagustuhan niya." Sagot ni Blue.

Si Lucas Blue Ramirez ay isa sa mga pinagkakatiwalaang tao ng pamilyang ito. Matanda lang ng apat na taon kay Ara at ito ang magiging assistant niya.

"Great. I want you to escort her from the airport to DVLF. Your job as her assistant and secretary starts." Utos nito at walang pag-aalinlangang tumango si Blue.

Lumabas ng headquarters si Blue at sumakay sa isang van kasama ang dalawang gwardya. Susunduin nila si Ara airport. Nakasunod sa kanila ang isa pang van dahil napakarami daw nitong dalang maleta.

Pagpasok nila sa airport, nakatayo sa may arrival area si Ara na nakasuot ng kulay pink na Gucci wool silk short belted jumpsuit, pink leather Gucci platform heels na may double G emblem, pink na 1969 Plexiglass mini top handbag na mula Gucci rin. Nakatayo lang siya dun habang hawak hawak ang kanyang gray and pink gradient metal sunglasses na mula Gucci rin. Nakatingin lang ito ng diretso at halatang naiinis na. Nasa likod niya ay halos sampung pink na Horizon 55 luggage bags mula Louis Vuitton at isang babaeng may edad na parang around 50's.

"I just got here, don't try to ruin my mood." Galit niyang sabi kay Blue nang lapitan siya nito at mga kasama niyang gwardya.

"Na traffic kami." Sagot nito. "I will be your assistant, I'm Lucas Blue Ramirez."

She walks past them. Pinagtitinginan pa siya ng mga tao dahil nga sa pag-susuot niya at mga dala niya.

Nang nasa loob na sila ng van, sinuot ni Ara ang kanyang sunglasses. "Take me to my house. I want to rest." Sabi niya.

Tumingin ang driver kay Blue na nasa front seat at tumango lang ito.

Pumasok sila sa modernong mansyon na may napakahabang infinity pool sa gitna. Halos kita na ang loob ng bahay dahil sa mga glass exterior nito. Ang mansyon ay hugis U na merong tatlong palapag at underground parking lot. Meron sun deck at barbeque place sa may pool. Sa kabilang dako naman ng parking lot ay ang gym. Sa unang palapag, nanduon ang kusina, sala, at hapag kainan. Sa pangalawang palapag kay pitong kwarto na walang gumagamit at ang buong 3rd floor ay kwarto ni Ara. Meron ring rooftop.

"Magandang umaga, Senorita." Bati ng walong kasambahay, at hardinero. Tumango siya sa mga ito at umakyat na sa kwarto niya gamit ang elevator. Kasama niya doon sina Blue at yung kasama niyang babae.

"That's Nanay Hilda. Siya ang nag-aalaga sakin mula noon pa." Sabi ni Aya.

"Hello po, ako po si Blue." Inilahad ni Blue ang kanyang kamay para makipaglamano at tinanggap naman ito ni Hilda ng nakangiti. "Ako po ang bagong assistant ng alaga niyo."

"Sumama ako dito sa Pilipinas para makauwi na ako saamin. Alagaan mo ng mabuti itong si Ara ha." Tinapik nito ang balikat niya.

"Makakasigurado po kayo."

"Nanay, matutulog muna ako. Tell him what he needs to know." Sabi niya at pumunta sa kanyang kama habang pumunta sa may lounge area ng kwarto sina Blue at Hilda.

"Is she always that cold and bratty?" Naiinis na tanong ni Blue. "Wala man lang ka emosyon emosyon sa mukha."

Natawa nalang si Hilda. "Mabait yang batang yan. Wag mo lang inisin. At kahit gaano ka nakakatakot, wag mo sanang pabayaan."

Napailing ng dahan dahan si Blue. "Sana nga."

"Pag naiinis yan, mahilig nyang matulog o kaya uminom. Pigilan mo muna pag gustong uminom, pero pag nagpupumilit, bigyan mo nalang ng white wine. Kapag stress, bigyan mo ng pagkain. Mahilig yan sa maaanghang. Mahilig rin yang mag shopping."

"Ano po bang kinakainisan niya?"

"Yung mabagal, yung late, yung sumasapaw kapag nagsasalita siya, kapag hindi nasusunod ang kagustuhan niya."

"Spoiled brat."

"Alagaan mo ng mabuti." Ngumiti ang matanda.

Kinabukasan na lumabas ng kwarto si Ara. Nakasuot ng velvet red a-line ankle-length dress na slit-sleeved. Ito ay sinuotan niya ng velvet red ring platform pump at mga aksesorya. Ang kanyang buhok ay nakaplantsa lang para ma straight.

Napatingin ang lahat ng kasambahay at pati na si Blue sa kanya paglabas niya ng elevator.

"Take me to the HQ. I have a lot of people to greet." Sabi niya habang naglalakad at nilampasan si Blue.

Pinagbuksan siya ni Blue ng pinto ng van at umandar na ito.

"Ask them when will my cars arrive. I hate this fat, shabby van." Utos niya kay Blue at nagsuot ng itim na sunglasses. Sumandal siya sa headrest at pinikit ang mga mata para makatulog.

Tinawagan naman ni Blue ang shipping company. "Hi, this is Ms. Ara Riona de la Vega's assistant. Can I ask when the cars will arrive?" He asks in English fluently.

"Sir, the cars have arrived already early this morning, we just have to check the papers and the cars will be sent to her house." Sagot ng babae sa telepono.

Binaba ni Blue ang telepono. "Chinicheck na ang papers." Sabi niya at pumikit na rin.

Pagdating nila, napakaraming taong naghihintay sa kanya. Nakalinya silang lahat sa harap ng building. Nagulat si Ara sa kanyang nakita. Nandoon pati ang kanyang mga pinsan.

"Bakit hindi mo sinabing nandito sila?!" Naiinis na tanong ni Ara kay Blue.

"Kung sinabi ko, hindi ka pupunta." Sagot naman ni Blue at bumaba ng van para pagbuksan si Ara sa kabilang side. Pagbaba ni Ara ay nilapitan siya ng kanyang siyam na mga pinsan.

"Why are you here?" Tanong niya habang nakaigting ang panga sa galit.

Ngumisi ang isa sa mga pinsan niyang lalaki na si Angelo. "Bidang bida kana naman."

"As expected, basta paborito kahit kaming hindi interesado nadadamay." Sabi pa ng isa na si Lianna.

Magsasalita na sana si Ara nang sumingit si Blue. "There are insiders and journalists around us." Mahina lang ang kanyang pagkasabi pero natigil ang mga magpinsan.

Ara forced a smile at lumapit isa-isa sa kanyang mga pinsan. "I missed all of you." Isa isa niyang niyakap ang siyam.

Walo sa kanyang mga pinsan ay inis na inis sa kanya. Si Ara kasi ang pinakapaborito ng lolo't lola nila. Ang isa na si Aimee ay ang tanging pinsan niyang mabuti at malapit sa kanya.

"Our Ara is here!" Chairman Dominico leaped in joy.

"Never seen him that ridiculous ever." Another one of her cousins, Jeannette whispered.

"Not for you." Ara smirked and walked past them going to their grandfather. She went in for a tight hug. "I'm so happy to see you again, lo."

Dominico's heart warms as his granddaughter that he misses hugs her. Ilang taon na ring hindi bumalik ng Pilipinas si Ara dahil kinailangan niyang tutukan ang pag-aaral para lang maging bagay sa kanyang position sa negosyo ngayon.

"Greet your tito's and tita's. They came here for you." Ngumiti ang matanda. "Then come with me to my office."

She went to her tito's and tita's at binati ito isa isa. Hindi katulad sa mga pinsan niya, ang relasyon niya sa kanila ay okay lang naman. Hindi man ganun ka lapit sa isa't isa pero wala namang galit na namamagitan.

"Ba't mo naman na isipang bumalik dito ng bigla bigla?" Tanong ng matanda sa kanyang apo nang dumating sila sa opisina niya. Siya, si Ara at Blue lang ang naroroon.

She pouted. "Ayaw niyo ba ako dito, lo?"

Natawa ito. "Hindi naman, apo. Nagtatanong lang naman ako kasi biglaan ang pag-uwi mo."

Napatingin siya sa bintana. "May kailangan lang akong ihanda."

Napasinghap ang matanda. "You can't heal unless you won't forgive, Ara." Tumaas ang isang kilay ni Ara dahil sa sinabi ng kanyang lolo. "You've experienced a lot in France, I know."

"Then let it bleed." Her voice cracked in anger.

"Who are you?" Tanong ni Ara at sabay silang huminto ni Blue.

"I'm Lucas Blue Ramirez." Sagot niya.

Umirap si Ara at sarkastikong tumawa. "Why are you my assistant?"

"The chairman chose me."

"Why?"

"He wants someone who can put up with your attitude." He replied frankly that startled her a little and made her eyes pierce in anger. She started walking again to the car.

"Go to the company." Utos niya sa driver.

Pagdating nila sa malawak na building na may limang palapag, nandoon rin ang mga trabahante na nakasuot ng lab coats, masks at gloves naghihintay sa kanya.

They all bowed upon seeing her. She stood in front of them with Blue beside her. "Welcome to the company, President and Chief Executive Officer Ara Riona de la Vega."

Tumingin si Blue sa kanya upang makita ang magiging reaksyon nito. Ngumiti si Ara. "Maraming salamat." This is probably the first time he sees her smile since she arrived.

Lumapit sa kanyang ang mga namamahala ng kompanya. "Magandang umaga, po. I'm DLVGC's Clear Cosmetics general manager, Lygel Marasigan." Sabi nito. "We've prepared your coat, mask and gloves." Binagay naman ito ni Ara kay Blue.

Isa isang nagpakilala ang mga namamahala ng kompanyang Clear Cosmetics at De la Vega Fashion.

"Pumasok na po tayo sa loob?" Aya ni Lygel Marasigan.

Sinuot ni Ara ang gloves at mask, si Blue naman ang nagpasuot sa kanya nung coat na may red metal name plate.

Ara Riona Teves de la Vega

Clear Cosmetics and De la Vega Fashion

President and CEO

Pumasok sila sa building at ang sumalubong kay Ara ay mga kahong napakalaki.

Tumaas agad ang kilay niya. "What are these?"

Blue shuts his eyes in disbelief. He clearly told them not to put those boxes there.

"I-Iyan po ang gagamiting materyales para sa araw na ito."

"This is the entrance of the building if you didn't know." She said sarcastically. "Do those boxes look appealing to you?"

"Pasensya na po, ipapalipat na po namin ito sa likuran." Yumuko si Lygel. Agad na kumilos ang mga trabahante.

"Yan po ang information desk natin at andyan nakabantay sila Bruce at Kate." He gestured to the long counter and behind it was a wall with the huge rectangular portrait of the de la Vega family.

"Itong unang dalawang palapag po ay para sa Clear Cosmetics tas yung pangatlo at pang-apat ay sa De la Vega Fashion. Ang panglimang palapag ay studio. Dito lang rin po ginagawa ang mga photoshoot." Sabi ng isa sa kanila.

"I want this space to be a comfortable lobby." She said while scanning the room when the boxes were cleared out.

"Opo."

Gabi na nang matapos nilang libutin ang buong building pati na rin ang bodega at canteen na nasa katabing building.

"Nasa bahay na ba ang mga sasakyan ko?" Tanong ni Ara habang nakapikit at komportableng nakaupo sa van.

"Hinatid kaninang alas dos ng hapon." Sagot naman ni Blue.

"Good. Bring me home."

"Ano bang gusto mong kainin, tatawag ako sa bahay." Tanong ni Blue sa kanya.

"I'm eating out with a friend." Tanging sagot ni Aya.

Pagdating nila ng bahay ay agad na pumunta sa kwarto si Aya at naghanda. She took a quick shower. Still in her robe, she dried her long hair. Pagkatapos ay sinuot niya ang spaghetti strap layered ruffle mid-thigh length dress na kulay puti. She wore dangling earrings and necklace with it as well as a bracelet and a ring and white sling back heels.

Pagbaba niya ng kwarto, alas otso na ng gabi. Pumunta muna siya sa sala dahil nandoon ang susi ng mga sasakyan niya. Nandoon si Blue naghihintay sa kanya.

"Why are you still here?" Tanong niya.

"Akala ko ba may lakad ka pa?" Kaswal na tanong niya pabalik.

"I'll go alone." Sagot niya at sumakay balik sa elevator. Sumunod si Blue kaya nagtaka siya. "What are you doing?"

"Drop me off at the nearest bus stop." Sagot nito at inilagay ang kanyang mga kamay sa bulsa.

Bumukas ang elevator. Nasa parking lot na sila. "And why would I do that?"

He shrugs. "I don't know."

She rolled her eyes in disbelief. No one has ever talked so casually to her before. Six cars in red, black and white colors are lined up in the parking lot. She stopped between them choosing what to use. She then chose a white Jaguar F-type convertible.

"My previous assistant will be arriving tomorrow and will be bringing the clothes and shoes I have left in France. She will also be the new social media strategist for De la Vega Fashion." Sabi ni Aya habang nagdadrive.

"Who are you meeting?" He asks casually.

She suddenly stepped on the brakes. Thankfully no car was behind them. "I'm sorry since when does an assistant care about that?"

"Since now." He replied.

She pulled over the bus stop. Bumaba si Blue at pinaharurot ni Aya ang kanyang sasakyan.

She parked her car infront of a boujee steak house. Pagpasok niya agad siyang binati ng waiters.

"Omg, hi! You're here!" A tall, stylish gay rushed and hugged her tight. "I haven't seen you in person for 3 years already."

She hugged him back. "Yeah, you quitted from fashion school."

"I was just really tired. You know the story." He rolls his eyes.

"How are the preparations?”

[glaucouscherubim]

↳˳;; ❝ Darrius Hensonᵕ̈೫˚∗

On your way to work, box office and news meetings. You did everything you could to travel to the top with your photos and articles.

But….Being ambitious came with a price, that price was grabbing the attention of the spoiled son of the Don….

Tw: slight mention on selling body parts, black mail, threats, slight "I made you" Bs, delusional, possibility of incorrect grammar, stalking. [If I am missing anything, please place down in comm.]

Darrius felt it to be love at first sight, for him. He was absolutely infatuated by you! Looks, features, voice, your eyes, your teeth, everything! You were worth more than a thousand bucks! (Both if sold by parts or just his view on you in general.)

He loves, loves. LOVE YOU!

Roses on every date, waiting by the door, watching you get ready outside, having his men off anyone that disrespects you in any way right in front of you so you know how much he loves you.

What? You don’t like that? But can’t you see? This is how he shows that he cares! Fine. He’ll just get you a Rolex next time with Louis Vuitton. That’s too much? Who cares! It’s for you!

No need to mind the tab, he’ll pay. No! He said he’ll pay so he’s paying! (You didn’t say anything…..)

He whines about you to his bodyguards and friends, bragging about you as well with your looks.

He clings to you, throws childish tantrums, whines, etc….

He treats you a bit like a sugar baby…

You love him too, right? Right? Say that you love him. Not to say anything, but, you two are alone.... in a restaurant.... with his men surrounding you.

You gotta love him too... He's done everything for you, Darlin'.

Get you to rise up with promotions, get amazing pictures on crimes in the city and made it more chaotic than boring, more respect to your name added with a tinge teensy weency bit of fear .... The least you could do is stay with him....

You have to stay with him.

[figuringitoutasigoalong]

A short box turtle runs up to your character(s). He's dressed in denim overalls covered in embroidery, glitter, and sequins. His orange mask is faintly smoking, which is vaguely alarming. He's got something long and cylindrical tucked under his arm. You quickly find out it's a red carpet! With a gleeful grin, the young teenager pulls it out from under his arm and rolls it out directly in front of your character(s)! He gives no explanation, just lays it out directly in their path and steps back so they can strut their stuff.

Suddenly another turtle runs up, dressed to the nines with seemingly off-brand clothing. On his head sits a baseball cap that covers most of his face– the Louis Vuitton symbol drawn on it, and a jacket to match. He has a camera wrapped around his neck, and he’s holding it up to his eye. Although maybe hard to see through the orange “Gucci” aviators on his face, he mocks a professional photographer perfectly. “Ok, let’s see your walk!” He calls, and a flash goes off on the camera. He runs around to different sides of the red carpet, snapping pictures of your character(s) from all angles. “Work it!” Flash. “Stunt it!” Flash. “Give me a smile for the camera!” Flash. “Now your best Blue Steel!” Another flash. Eventually he stops, coming to stand next to your character(s). “Nice job, you’re a natural! I’ll get those pictures to you ASAP!” Then he hands you a card as Smokey rolls up the red carpet.

Hamato Michelangelo – Best fashion designer in world (agreed upon by everyone), part-time fashion photographer, and immortal badass ninja turtle

The orange-banded turtle waves to your character(s) as he and Smokey run off. “See ya! Show the fashion world who’s boss!”

Ft. Smokey ( @belleyellsaboutturtles ) and Mikey ( @justalittleobsessed ) from Cabin 15! @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

(from @belleyells @belleyellsaboutturtles and @justalittleobsessed for @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion for my 2k3 Little Don AU. To be reblogged on @aquietwritingcorner as that is where all of my stories are found. This is just my main, where all my likes and reblogs come from!)

The family stopped in surprise as the turtles came running up to them, tense for a moment. Then, as it became apparent what was happening, Mikey grinned and made his way onto the red carpet, strutting his stuff and clearly showing off. The orange banded turtle wasted no time in showing off his brown hakama pants and orange, crane patterned kimono, giving his flashiest poses. It didn't take long for him to drag the others in on it, either.

Raph gave a couple of tough guy poses, his red maple kimono and black hakama pants striking, even when he did goof around with Mike a bit. The two of them, managed to drag Leo in on it, too. And while the leader struck a few stoic poses at first, his blue, fish patterned kimono and navy hakama pants fitting very well with his persona, it didn't take him too long to do a couple of flashy poses with his katana, even if he did hear his brothers calling him a nerd a couple of times.

Donnie wasn't entirely sure what to do, being only eight. However, with a little encouragement from his brothers, he was running and making his way down the red carpet too, doing a few poses with his staff, his little gray hakama pants and geometrically patterned purple kimono looking perfect. He grinned as his brothers drew him into pictures with them, having fun with those.

Splinter came last, every inch the respectable sensei in his brown silk kimono, the dragon patterns on it gleaming. Still, he couldn't let his sons have all the fun, and he showed off a few moves for the camera, before getting a few pictures with his sons.

And in the end, they did manage to finally get a good groupshot of themselves.

Splinter took the card that was handed to them with both hands and bowed at the turtles who had done the impromptu photoshoot.

"Thank you," he said. "I am looking forward to seeing those pictures."