#new CARTIER sunglasses

[authenticfashionstatements]

Vintage Cartier Diabolo Gold & Black 53mm 24k Gold Sunglasses France

[freshthoughts2020]

[bumblesimagines]

you didn't like that comment, huh.

is that what you really think of me?

you don't make this whole love thing any easier.

rafe cameron

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

(Y/N) couldn't remember when or how he managed to befriend the cruel Kook Prince of Figure Eight, but ever since the fateful day Rafe decided they were pals, he refused to let (Y/N) have a moment of peace.

No matter where he went, the menacing blond appeared over his shoulder with his fancy cartier sunglasses and stupid polo shirt-khakis combo, often complaining about one thing or another. Some days it was endless blabbering about how unappreciative his father was; other days, it was about Barry and 'their' business; but most days, his complaints involved his sister and her new friends.

(Y/N) wanted to be working on his car and listening to some good music, but then Rafe pulled up in his shiny red motorcycle, kicking up a trail of dust and dirt down his driveway. He hadn't even taken his helmet off before the complaining began, nor did he bother giving a proper greeting before rifling through his cooler for a beer can. He plopped his behind on the step of (Y/N)'s porch like he owned the place and began his usual spew. Rafe even had the gall to reach over to his speaker and lower the volume, something (Y/N) could only sigh at.

The only option (Y/N) had was tuning him out, as he did on most days. He hummed and grunted along to whatever Rafe said while he changed his car's oil, slipping underneath his jacked-up car and letting Rafe's words go in one ear and out the other. He wasn't sure if this was how Rafe treated all his friends, but if it was, it was no surprise that Barry barely enjoyed having him around. 

"And those dirty, fuckin' pogues, man. I can't fuckin' stand them. It's like, you should be thankful we give you jobs to begin with, and you repay us with puttin' a gun to our heads and- and stealing our shit and- God," Rafe sucked his teeth. "Good for nothings." 

(Y/N)'s jaw ticked, and he slid back out from underneath the car, his eyes finding Rafe's face. Rafe's gaze flickered over to him, the beer can in hand tilted to fill his mouth with its contents before he peeled it away from his pursed lips.

"You didn't like that comment, huh." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his features scrunched up from the sun rays peering down at him.

"Is that what you really think of me?" (Y/N) questioned as he got up from the floor, stained hands rubbing along his pants to faintly clean them. He arched a brow at Rafe, nearly rolling his eyes when Rafe clicked his tongue in exasperation as if (Y/N) were an obnoxious child. "A dirty, good-for-nothing pogue?"

"C'mon, man. You're not like them. You- You're different." Rafe argued with a loose shrug, a crinkling noise coming from the can when he squeezed it and tossed it back into the cooler. (Y/N) was really starting to get tired of his nonchalant attitude. "Don't be such a baby, dude."

"You ever considered that Topper and Kelce only hang out with you because you're a Cameron? 'Cause you're really fucking annoying, too." (Y/N) huffed, itching to slam the bottom of his shoe into Rafe's bike until something broke and he'd be forced to crawl back to the father he so often groaned about. Instead, he thumped up the porch steps and past the guy who reeked of expensive cologne. "You're not an easy person to like, asshole."

Rafe got to his feet, his brows tucked together in a frustrated furrow. "You don't make this whole love thing any easier either, (Y/N). At least I'm trying to make whatever 'this' is work, but you keep brushing everything off!" 

"What-" (Y/N) whirled around to face the spoilt blond, almost staggering backward from how quickly he moved. "-are you even talking about?"

"Us?" Rafe scoffed softly, unimpressed. "What else would I be talkin' about? You drink too much already?"

Whatever bubbling irritation had flared up in (Y/N)'s belly died, replaced by stunned confusion despite the sneaking suspicion he had an idea what Rafe was on about. "What exactly do you think we are, Rafe?" He asked, voice losing its previous heat and softening in the slightest. 

"I dunno... something? We've been on dates but you act like a damn prude every time I try something." His ringed fingers ran through his short strands, pushing them out of his eyes. "You're not the waiting 'til marriage type, right?" His nose crinkled.

(Y/N) wanted to laugh. "We're not together, Rafe. But, fix your attitude, and maybe we could be something."

[cameronsbabydoll]

what does jewish!reader and jewish!rafe’s luxury shopping day look like ? 💗💗

the vibes:

reader in prada sunglasses, a fresh blowout, pink gloss, and a little two-piece set that screams money and maintenance

rafe in a white tee, cartier chain, tailored pants, and his hand permanently on her lower back

private driver waiting outside, iced coffee in the backseat, and shopping assistants already prepped for their arrival

the itinerary:

1. Hermès (obviously)

reader’s getting her name bumped higher on the birkin list — rafe is smooth-talking the SA, flexing his last purchases

“baby, that’s the one,” rafe says, pointing to a himalayan while sipping espresso from the boutique

he pays without blinking, signs the receipt like it’s a tip at a deli

they walk out with two orange boxes and rafe’s arm around her waist, whispering, “you earned that. now we just need the shoes to match.”

2. Van Cleef & Arpels

reader stacking new charms on her alhambra bracelet

rafe sits beside her, knee bouncing, smiling like a menace when she picks a rose gold piece:

“you’re so spoiled. it’s disgusting.”

“you literally just bought it for me.”

“and I’ll do it again.”

3. Dior

she’s picking new heels, a baby pink bag for spring, and a silk scarf that the saleswoman ties around her neck

rafe buys her the men’s matching one “so we can be annoying together”

4. Lunch at sant ambroeus or something equally east-coast & pretentious

rafe people-watching while reader goes on about a charity gala they might attend

“you’re not even listening.”

“no, I am. you said I need a tux and you need a new face serum before thursday.”

(he’s right.)

the damage:

5 bags

2 boxes

3 delivered-to-the-house items

and one poor assistant whose arms are about to fall off

“babe, we didn’t even spend that much,” rafe says, even though the total is someone’s yearly salary

on the way home, reader’s scrolling through her stories, tagging brands, kicking her heels off, and laying her head on rafe’s shoulder. and he’s just smirking at her like:

“you want to go out again tomorrow?”

[dyingdevotion]

Interesting Turn of Events

Okay so on this post (thank you guys for liking the post! I’m going to continue making more!), I mention that we might see Louis & Zara pictured together once a month since the restaurant pics came out March 17 and the 1st pap pics are from April 16. However, we got pics of them having a “steamy smooch” (lol) today.

Quick timeline for you:

April 9th: Louis goes to Stereophonic’s show in LA. The song in the video is called “Maybe Tomorrow.” It includes the lyrics “Think I’ll walk me outside and buy a rainbow smile. But be free. They’re all free. So maybe tomorrow I’ll find my way home.” Zara also posts about the show. April 9th was exactly 1 week before April 16th, which is when we got the 1st pap pics of Louis and Zara.

April 11th: Zara with a friend at Sunglasses Hut. Coachella Week 1, Day 1. Article written about Louis’ dating history. Harry wears the Cartier Tank Louis Cartier watch again. He wore it exactly 1 week before the pap pics of Louis and Zara kissing were released.

April 12th: We see the pap pics of Harry wearing the Cartier Tank Louis Cartier watch again. Coachella Week 1, Day 2. Louis is seen wearing an Amiri Resort Club shirt. Amiri is part of the international and luxury fashion group OTB - Only The Brave. As we all know, Only The Brave is a very queer-coded song from Walls. Article written about Louis at Coachella and Zara being ‘miles away’ from him.

April 13th: Coachella Week 1, Day 3. Louis looking cute in his multicolored outfit. Zara follows a Louie on tiktok and then unfollows. More articles about Zara and Louis are released. Article is written about Harry experiencing “heartache” over Taylor Russell moving on.

April 14th: We get a beautiful article about Louis being the "Festival Hero" at Coachella. Sam (Zara's ex) announced he will be hosting a live radio breakfast show on Saturdays. More articles about Louis and Zara's "relationship."

April 15th: SCMP publishes “Who is Roxie Nafousi, the influencer who ‘manifested’ the father of her child? She was born into wealth and used to date Harry Styles, and her book has sold more than 1 million copies.”Harry is spotted in Berlin riding a lime bike. He’s wearing blue again. (Okay, bluegreener). We get the Harry leaks. Harry is spotted wearing blue on a lime bike and snippets of old songs of his are leaked a day before we get our 1st pap pics of Louis and Zara.

April 16th: We get the 1st pap pics of Louis and Zara in California. He’s wearing a blue outfit. Zara launched her new swim and gym-wear range. LTHQ posts about a draw to win a signed 'LIVE' vinyl for War Child UK. We also get a photo dump from Louis via instagram with no caption that contains two photos with a rainbow in the back. Again, it probably means nothing at all but I thought it was funny since he posted the photo dump the same day we got the pap pics.

April 17th: More articles about Louis and Zara come out. Here are some interesting screenshots from said articles:

(Thanks to @watermelonlicker for this screenshot.)

(Thanks to @zourrystylinson for this screenshot. They really are trying to convince us they’re in love.)

Sam’s friend, Pete, shades Louis and Zara & hints that he has “good gossip.”

April 18th: We get more pap pics. This time they’re sharing a “steamy smooch” (more like an uncomfortable one). He’s wearing the same blue outfit as the pap pics from April 16. Some of us speculate the pics are from the same day & Louis just didn’t bother to change.

I really like @tbslhabit ‘s theory that they released the kiss photos cuz of our reaction to the pap pics released on April 16th.

That’s all for today! <3 Take care !!!

[bengals-ix]

Sun-Kissed

Ted’s pool party turned out to be a lot more fun than you thought it would be…👀

Warnings: Joe looking like a beach babe, emphasize the BABE; smut; fingering if you squint; that freaking chain; etc.

Also this is like probs my first official time writing smut so hopefully it doesn’t bore you or make you cringe, if it does, I am so sorry :*)

Also, thanks to @balanceingrace for the encouragement❤️

Part Two is Here!

You and Joe arrive at Ted’s house for the pool party he was having for Memorial Day weekend. A lot of Joe’s teammates and their girlfriends and wives were going to be there as well, so you talked Joe into going so he could be social for once.

You sit down in-between Joe Bachie’s girlfriend, Holly and Sam’s girlfriend, Jess on the edge of the pool along with a couple of the other girls.

“That hair driving Joe nuts yet?” Holly asks and you giggle.

“Not yet anyway. He does mess with it constantly but I honestly think he likes it. We’ll see how he feels about it in July and August when its borderline 100 degrees during practice” you give her a smug look and she laughs.

“What do you think about it?” Jess smirks.

“I like it. It’s different. We were together for almost a year when he grew it out super long the first time and I didn’t mind it then but I’m curious to see what he’d look like with it now. That man has aged like fine wine so I’m excited to see some flow” you bite your lip and the girls giggle.

“You talkin’ shit?” Joe asks from behind you, standing over you.

“About you? Of course” you smile back at him and he just shakes his head as he hands you a cold bottle of water.

When you looks back at your man, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander.

Joe had come back from playing basketball with some of the guys, his button up shirt all the way unbuttoned, showing his tan, sweaty, toned chest and torso. His chest being your weakness. His hair that has gotten longer over the past couple months and you were becoming feral over this new style he was trying. His hair was more blonde than usual, all thanks to the sun. The dirty blonde becoming low lights while the blonde really shown through. His Cartier sunglasses sitting nicely on his nose and cheekbones along with his chain around his neck that glittered in the sun, the rays bring out the jewels perfectly. Good God, you thought, if he just bent me over right now-.

“Damn, when did you turn into a slut?” You dip down your sunglasses at him, trying to joke with him instead of pouncing on him like a freaking tiger.

“A long time ago. When I started dating you” he dips his sunglasses down, copying you and shooting you a wink, which just made you even more hot. He’s such a jerk.

“Jesus” you mutter under your breath. This was too much stimulation for you, and you was afraid that if you looked at him any longer that you would

1) do or say something that no one else around should experience in public or 2) melt; which you were already doing.

“Well you need to quit because all of your ‘girlies’ can’t handle all of this” you motions to the heavenly being that was him. You couldn’t even handle all of that.

“Oh this is just for you, pretty girl. No one else to impress but you” he looks smugly at you, that famous smirk making its way onto his perfect lips.

And…it was done. That did you in.

You turn back around, facing the pool. You look over at Holly who knew what you were thinking.

“I’ll cover for you, get ya some” she smirks and nods her head towards the house.

“Thank you” you whisper to her before climbing out of the pool and facing back towards Joe. He chuckles lowly and you place your hand on his lower back, turning him around and pushing him nonchalantly into the house.

“Something wrong?” Joe asks you sarcastically, knowing the effect he has on you. Knowing your weaknesses that easily make you all hot and bothered for him.

You push him down the hallway and into the guest room and shutting the door behind you, locking it without even looking, just watching your man stare at you with eyes that were once bright blue, now dark as the depths of the ocean. And you were about to go for a dive.

“You” you tell him plainly. You make your way toward him, your hands finding their way to his bare, broad chest and your eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

“You are what’s wrong…but so right” you whisper.

In seconds, his strong hands grab your cheeks and his lips are on yours. Hard, unyielding, but loving and passionate. He couldn’t get enough of you and that damn berry chapstick you wore all the time. Your lips have never tasted any different.

His hands slide into your hair, gripping onto your long locks, slightly tugging which makes you moan against his mouth, causing his lips to curve up into a small smile.

Joe wasn’t one for PDA, but you get him in a room by yourselves, he was on you in less than a minute. Believe it or not, the man was handsy. But you didn’t mind the feeling of his strong, veiny hands on you, touching you, holding you. It was ecstasy.

His hands grip your hips as yours slide up his chest, to his shoulders, around his neck and into his dirty blonde hair that was now longer, easier to pull. He moans against your lips, spinning you around and letting you fall against the mattress, him going to pull his shirt off but you stop him.

“No. You better leave that on or so help me god-“

“Okay then” he chuckles, “can I take my shorts off or do I have to leave those on too?”

“Off, smart ass” you roll your eyes as you reach for his shorts, unbuttoning them and shoving them down his legs.

“These too?” He asks smugly, snapping the band of his boxer briefs against this skin.

“Joseph, I swear to god-“

“Okay, I’m done” he laughs, leaning down to reattach his lips to yours.

He quickly rids himself of his underwear, also quickly pulling your shorts and your blue bikini bottoms down all in one go and throwing them on the floor. He reaches behind your neck, his fingers sending chills down your spine as he pulls one the strings to your top loose, causing the tie to come undone.

He kisses down your neck, latching onto the place under your ear that makes you weak. He’s careful to not leave a mark, knowing you’d have his ass for having to walk back out to his teammates and their girls with a bright purple and red mark on your neck.

He makes his way down the column of your neck, you becoming a moaning mess, wanting him to be inside you already. He eventually arrives to your chest where he grabs onto the cloth of your matching blue bikini top with his teeth and pulling it down to expose your “perfect” breasts; his words.

“I’m obsessed with you” he says lowly, looking up at you through those blonde lashes and instantly latches onto your right nipple.

“Mmm” you moan, holding onto the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair as he swirls his incredible tongue around the bud.

He knew the other one was getting jealous so he moved over to your left breast, giving it the same amount of attention as the right. Joe was neither a boob or a butt guy; he was both. If he had to choose between your boobs or your butt, he would surely die.

Joe pulls away from your chest and looks into your eyes. He takes his index and middle finger and brings it to his mouth, licking them and bring them down to your core. You gasp as they brush your clit, him slowly circling it just to get you more worked up than you already were.

He drags them down to your entrance, teasing you as he feels the mess you’ve already made of yourself.

“Just wanted to make sure you were ready for me” he smirks.

“Always ready for you” you whine as he pulls his fingers away and brings them back up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them.

“I know” he smiles.

He spits into his hand and brings it down to his dick who was also always ready for you.

You reach down and wrap your hand around him, slowly pumping him.

“O-oh shit” he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.

You pick up the pace, a bead of precum appearing on his tip, he was starting to become a moaning mess. You take your thumb and slide it over his tip and let go of him to bring your thumb to your mouth. Slipping it into your mouth, you swirl around it, tasting him to which he watches you intently.

“I need to feel you, now” he says, his voice low and raspy. He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly, almost painfully pushing himself in.

“God” you moan out, your breath hitching in your throat as he hit your cervix. You’ll never get used to him, it’s always a pleasant surprise.

“You feel insane, baby” he groans, his head dipping down to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Your hands still in his hair, obsessed with gripping onto and pulling on his now longer blonde curls.

He pulls out and pushes all the way back in again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Joe starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin smacking skin making the experience oh-so-much better and intense.

“Look at me” he breathes out, his face hovering over yours, that chain gently hitting your chin as he continues to thrust into you. Oh, that could make you come undone right then and there. God bless that freaking chain.

“You are so pretty, Jesus-“ he hisses, starting to fully pound into you, repeatedly hitting that soft spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back once again.

“Joe, I’m gonna-“ your eyes screwing shut as your hands go under the back of his shirt, gripping onto his muscular back.

“Let go, baby, let go” he grunts, his dick spasming against your walls as they clinch around him. He brings his lips back down to yours as you come undone, whimpering into his mouth as he continues to thrust into you, the oversensitivity starting to kick in.

With a couple more sporadic thrusts, moaning your name against your lips, he lets go, coating your walls.

He pulls out of you gently, both of you whimpering at the sensitive feeling. He lies down next to you, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“So the unbuttoned shirt is officially approved?” Joe asks, looking over at you and you giggle.

“10 stamps of approval” you smile at him and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cool” he smiles back at you before leaning over to you and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“We should probably go back out there before they start to get suspicious” Joe sits up and pulls his underwear and shorts up his long legs and sets your bikini bottoms and shorts on the bed next to you.

“Joe, they’re not stupid, they know damn well what we came in here to do” you scoff and he laughs.

“Well, I’m going to blame it on you if they ask” He helps you stand up.

“Go right ahead and see what happens, you jerk” you narrow your eyes at him as you tie your bikini top strings back.

“Go pee. You can threaten me later, pretty girl” he winks and gives your ass a healthy smack as you make your way to the bathroom.

“It’s not threatening, it’s promising, JB” you tell him, patting his chest.

“Also,” you stop in the doorway, “you should wear that all of the time”

You smirk at him as he smiles at you.

“Oh I will wear it everyday if I get the exact same reaction I did today” he nods.

“Good” you wink and shut the door behind you.

After getting yourself cleaned up and fixing your sex hair, you walk back outside to where Joe was already sitting with the guys, chatting away.

You walk over to Joe and sit yourself on his thick thighs, your favorite seat to sit on, other than his face. Joe presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, once again, sending a chill down your back. You shoot him a loaded look over your shoulder and he smiles up at you, those blue eyes glistening behind his sunglasses.

“Love you” he mouths to you and you blush.

“Love you” you mouth back and turn your attention back to the guys.

One of these days, he will be the death you. But hey, that would be a great way to go out.

[saintslewis]

“𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑”

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

˖ ࣪⭑ - pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ - summary: first date with the world’s newest married couple!

˖ ࣪⭑ - warnings: cursing, brand names, outfits descriptions, smau, typos.

˖ ࣪⭑ - saint’s team radio: aaannnnndddd we’re back! have quite a few wips so that took my time mainly lol. i truly love these two and i hope you guys do too 🥹. like i said, maybe i should make a schedule for this. hope you enjoy and let me know if you wanna be tagged 🤭.

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previous chapter

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"what the fuck did we just do?" Nadia blurted out as she held the small but extremely expensive red bag in her shaking hand, her other hand over her mouth as she stared at it.

The man in question closed the car door to the backseats, making sure the two other shopping bags were secure. Climbing into the car, he looked at the frightened woman and desperately tried to hide his smile as she took small breaths. Eventually calming down with him typing on his phone, she reached into the deep red bag that read 'Cartier' and carefully took out the delicately wrapped boxes that held their respective wedding rings.

Walking into the luxurious store was a mission in itself as the newly married 'couple' had to pretend for the first time. With Lewis assuring her that it was usually empty during that specific time of day, Nadia tried to keep her cool together by entering the store she would only window shop from. Immediately when entering the private entrance, she could already feel the difference in the atmosphere, the quiet music through the hallways became a bit too overwhelming for her. What Nadia couldn't do was to understand what life she would be living from here on out, each step dragging the next as she watched the Harrods' security guards stand firm in their positions, guarding the gold elevator. Keeping within close proximity of each other, their arms would brush against each others from time to time and everytime she would glance at Lewis, he looked so unphased it was scary. It looked like he's been doing this for years.

As the two turned the corner and the jewellery store came into view, Nadia looked around at the other stores forming what seemed like a cul de sac within the store. The red and gold exterior of Cartier caught her eye and she and the man she was with gathered the workers and the customers attention. Giving a subtle nod and smile to both security guards standing on guard at the entrance, they opened the large Oakwood doors and a strong scent captivated her.

"Could I hold your hand?" Lewis asked quietly, holding his hand out for the younger woman to surprisingly grab onto in lightning speed. "My hands are really sweaty right now, I'm sorry." Nadia stressed. With their fingers intertwined and Lewis' cold rings managing to cool down her hand, he led into the shop where a sales associate was waiting patiently, gasping when she saw Lewis without his sunglasses and a woman standing next to him. Displaying a selling smile, the sales associate fixed her blazer and signaled to the security guards to close the doors.

"Mr Hamilton, what a pleasure to have you join us this afternoon. Greetings to the both of you. My name is Kim and I will be helping you today." Kim had said with a professional voice, leading them to her work desk near a counter showcasing diamonds and emeralds. "What brings you in today?" She asked, sitting on her desk chair and clearly directing the question towards Lewis. Before saying his words, Lewis knew that nothing he could say would be out these doors as the employees sign NDAs almost every week.

"Well, my wife couldn't find her ring at all for the past two weeks and rather decided to get a new one." He explained as he pulled out the chair for Nadia to sit before he did. The pure shock on the sales associate's face was borderline comedic, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor. "O-oh! Well, we definitely have a lovely range of wedding rings that would be suitable for the both of you, seeing as you guys are such a beautiful couple." Kim said with a shaky laugh, reaching to give them a look book for their purchase.

"I'll give you guys a couple of minutes to decide." And with that, the ever so young sales associate stood up from her assigned desk and left Nadia and Lewis to make their decision. Releasing a sigh she had kept in her from the moment they walked through the door, she looked at Lewis who just picked up the catalog and flipped through the pages.

"How are you so calm right now? My hands can't stop sweating, what the fuck." Nadia whisper-yelled, trying not to wipe her hands on anything near her whilst breathing through her nose. "I'm just used to this but it would've been nice if she wasn't so nervous." He shrugged his shoulders, leaning comfortably into the seat and his eyes scanning into the catalog. "Do you want to leave? Because we can. I really don't want you to be uncomfortable." Lewis suggested, placing his hand on her shoulder, somehow making her face him. Studying his face, she looked into his eyes as the sincerity poured out. He was worried, the fear literally showing through her but as she shifted her eyes to Kim who looked like she was coming over, a switch flipped in her.

Quickly grabbing the open catalog from the table, Nadia scanned the pages and landed on a ring that screamed at her with its luxury and simplicity. "Oh this is just stunning." She grinned, pointing at the picture of the ring. To say Lewis was surprised was an understatement but he could see what she was doing and it was smart. "It really is. Is this the one you want?" He asked, leaning close to her and noticed she didn't even move. Oh, she was really selling this.

"It's perfect." Nadia smiled so much so that her eyes closed.

-

"Wait so what do I say? Like happy 2 years or something?" Nadia asked, turning her body in the car seat to face Lewis. The two hadn't even put the rings on yet but they already were planning what to post on instagram.

"No clue. Did you choose what to post? Tia is bugging me about that." He said, sighing out for the umpteenth time that afternoon. Snapping her eyes at the man, he caught the look she sent him then clarified that she was his main pr manager. "I think I'll go with the flow when I choose the pictures." Awkwardly enough, Lewis and Nadia exchanged phone numbers and had to share a few photos with each other to have something to post for the world.

"You know, your dad mentioned that we should tell our friends before we tell the world." She said, slumping her head back into the surprisingly soft headrest. "Yeah. Uh my friends are in town so we could probably do something with them and announce it there." Lewis said, scratching at his hair out of nerves. He never was someone who got nervous often but this entire situation kept playing on his mind.

"Alright then. Home time?" He suggested, watching her nod before he even finished his sentence. He soon drove off with her address already on the car display, watching her as she admired the streets of London. They both knew this was going to be a long journey but it was worth helping each other out as their friendship began to bloom.

"Lewis?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you actually do for work? I feel like we've been talking about my job so much that I haven't taken the chance to know what you do. Y'know, besides shopping at Cartier so much that the workers recognise you." She asked, facing the car window and looking out as they passed through Central London. "Well um, I work in Formula One and it's been my..thing for the past 30 years." He revealed as he stopped at the red light, people from outside most definitely couldn't see inside the car even they tried.

"30? Oh my god, they had you working at 2?!" For this, Nadia sat up and looked at Lewis in astonishment, making him burst out laughing. "How old do you think I am?" He could barely get the question before giggling once again. "I thought you were at least 32. How are you older than 32?" Fully facing him now, Nadia couldn't believe what she was hearing because in her eyes, his features were very youthful (similar to hers but she didn't want to brag). "I'm 38, January 7th." Lewis said, giving her a closed smile.

Racking everything that she just learned about him, it all came back to her. Most Fridays when her students (whoever had History that time) would request to watch anything F1 related whilst she focused on something else or when the name 'Hamilton' was constantly thrown around between the last few minutes of classes almost every week. Even the 4 years she's been teaching at the same school, they would make a big deal every July before schools closed for the race in Silverstone and constantly cheer on the same British driver, Hamilton. Her new last name.

"Are you good? you went quiet on me for a second." Lewis glanced at Nadia as she had a slight pout on her face as she looked straight ahead, clearly her concentration face. "Just realised that most of my students adore you, borderline obsessed with you." She muttered but he heard her loud and clear. "And I don't know shit about you except that you drive super fast cars on weekends." She began clicking her nails as a way to distract her from her busy mind. "Okay, how about we go on a fake date after we tell the world about our marriage to get to know one another so we can understand our new lives now. Is that okay with you?" Lewis suggested and truly, Nadia's heart swelled a little.

"Can I dress up or will I be judged for that?"

"Anything you want."

The next day.

"Wait. I'm confused. Your PR lady wants to have a meeting with me when? After we launch? Because I'm gonna be really busy with my students tomorrow." Nadia was extremely stressed and rightfully so. After everything happened yesterday, it was time to worry about the logistics of this 'relationship.'

"Tia said she's around London now so maybe you two could meet at a café somewhere in case you're not uncomfortable with her being at your place but she preferred to do it before everything gets crazy." Lewis spoke over the phone. Nadia kept quiet for a few moments as she skimmed over a few facts about Lewis on her laptop. "Wait, you were knighted?" She asked, seeing the photo of Lewis with the badge she recognise as the one that knights usually get. "Are you looking me up right now?" The laugh threatened to come out as he slowed down on the treadmill. "What? I wouldn't." Nadia closed the laptop with speed as if he could see what she was doing.

"Uh huh... anyways, should I forward her number to you or should I make the call?" Lewis pretended as if the biggest smile didn't paint his face at that very moment. "Just send it to me and I'll probs invite her over. We'll talk later then." The two said their goodbyes and went back to whatever it was they were doing.

Placing her phone down next to her on the couch, she sat in silence as it all dawned on her. The man she is legally married to is one of the world's most famous athletes with millions and millions of supporters. Spending almost the whole morning researching anything she needed to know, her chest wanted to close in as she looked at everything from stats from his long ass F1 career to his businesses and social life and they didn't call him the busiest driver for nothing. Lewis never seemed like the type of person to relax and chill from the number of things he does in a day. From Fashion weeks to visiting labs for one of his many projects, it was going to be tough to adjust to his lifestyle whilst still being a full time high school teacher but she was willing to do so, to help a friend.

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"Again, I'm so sorry for this sudden ambush on you. You're so lovely." Tia apologised once again, making Nadia hold her hand as she shook her head.

The dandelions that Tia brought over were sitting pretty in an empty vase on the living room table, making the room smell so fresh. Tia was definitely a few years younger than Nadia, shown by her enthusiastic energy as soon as she stepped into the apartment.

"So to just get to the gist of it all, you're entering the world of fame without knowing what exactly goes into it. You're gonna need a team, security intel, a refurbished social media look, probably a new bank account and a new address." Tia said, pulling out a notebook from her tote bag. "For now, I'll be your pr manager along with Lewis'. Please just know that this fake marriage idea was a collective decision by the rest of our team because of the scandals that have just been coming our way. I hope I'm not scaring you?"

"Girl, I'm scared as shit right now. What do you mean new address?" Nadia vocalised as her right leg bounced repeatedly. "So in order to make this believable, you'll have to move in with him and we've proposed that you say that you've been secretly married for 2 years. I know that you're going to meet with his friends soon and y'know that date? It has to be tonight because I know you have work tomorrow." Tia flipped her silk press over her shoulder as she placed her hands on the now closed notebook.

Nadia's jaw wanted to drop to the floor but she tried to seem calm as her eyes darted anywhere from Tia.

"So you and I can get ready for this date like we can go shopping, hair and nails then in the evening, he picks you up. How does that sound?" Tia smiled, already packing up her bag.

"Uh-"

"Perfect! Let's go."

-

"Breathe in and out, Nads. In and out." She quietly told herself as she paced up and down her room, the uncomfortable ysl heels clacked against the floor. Constantly checking if the little black dress wasn’t showing anything that didn’t need to shown.

The Cartier box sat perfectly on her dresser, staring at her and waiting to be opened. Eventually gaining the courage to open it, she gently picked up the ring and slid it onto her ring finger, feeling its weight slightly. Lifting her hand to the lamp, she watched as the diamond glistened, matching the charms and rhinestones on her fresh nails.

Even music couldn’t help her calm down as she anxiously waited for Lewis to say that he’s outside, palms becoming clammy at the thought of going on a ‘date’ with someone as famous as Lewis. The research she did on him was one similar to someone entering a fandom as she tried to remember basic information about her husband.

Walking over to her full length mirror, she scanned over her outfit once more and did quick breathing exercises to calm her down. She did a quick smile and walked out of her room, not forgetting her trusty fluffy slides in case she got tired of her heels.

Whilst taking a few pictures, the knock on her door startled her. Rushing to open up, she carried her new purse and touched her hair a little bit as she reached for the door handle.

The smell of roses mixed with the scent of Lewis’ cologne greeted first as the big bouquet of flowers blocked his face.

“Oh wow…” Nadia muttered as she reached to take the sunset orange roses out of his tattooed arms. Securely holding the bouquet, she looked up to observe the man and his look nearly took her breath away. The soft pastel colours of his sweater vest were matching quite well with the lilac slacks he had on, going casual with the air force ones and not to mention the jewellery that somehow emphasised the cozy yet fashionable style he was going for. It genuinely looked like he was going on a date and so did Nadia. His braids were tied back into a low ponytail and his diamond earrings sparkled quite nicely, the wedding ring he bought himself making an appearance as he lifted his hand to scratch his neck a little.

“Well good evening, Mrs.” Lewis greeted with the slyest smile on his face once he realised that Nadia was indeed checking him out. “Don’t give me that smile, Mr.” She rolled her eyes before turning around and placing the flowers in the kitchen. Seeing as she had everything she needed on her, she walked right back to the front door where he was patiently waiting for her. “Let me hold these for you.” He offered, opening his large hands to take her purse and slippers.

“You sure?”

“We’ve got quite a few flights of stairs to get through. Also, where are your neighbours? It seems like such a quiet building.” Lewis asked, curious as he looked at the closed doors they passed in the hallways towards the stairs.

“It’s mainly small families or students who just always mind their business and close themselves in by this time. It only really get noisy during sports weekends and spontaneous fights.” Nadia said, telling him a bit more about her odd neighbours as they eventually reached the same G wagon she saw yesterday.

He could listen to her talk about literally anything for hours, he told himself as he opened the car door for her, placing her stuff next to her. “Just so you know, there’s going to be some media where we’re headed, thanks to Tia so we just walk quickly whilst waving a little then we enter. Is that okay?” He asked, leaning against the open car door and his right arm caged her in a little. As much as she was distracted by how he was looking at her whilst standing like that, she nodded, somehow losing the voice that was there literally there a few minutes before.

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“I have to compete with Nicki Minaj?!” She whisper-yelled as she leaned closer to him in the private booth that faced the rest of the restaurant. Already, the two had caused quite a stir as soon as they exited the car with the paparazzi rapidly throwing questions at each of them, barely giving them a chance to smile and wave as they planned. The security (both Lewis’ and the restaurants) helped them in and to the customers surprise, they entered in with confidence. Them holding hands really sold for everyone, the two waving to fans using their left hands before being escorted to the private booth.

“Well no you don’t have to anymore. It was just a…thing a few years ago.” Lewis said, taking a sip of his drink before leaning back against his chair. “But still! Like your fans literally know you with well known women so what are they even going to do with me?” Rightfully so, Nadia was stressed. This was a big commitment and already she was regretting it.

“I have a feeling that they will love you. As long as you aren’t a complete weirdo then they’ll most likely accept you. Well that’s what someone on Twitter said after hearing about a supposed fling I had with someone.” He assured. He seemed so calm about this and it freaked her out.

“Supposed?”

“Yup. Plus I’m now married to you so everything will swept up under a rug, y’know? Remove any bullshit rumours going on.” He said, sipping his drink once again.

“Again, how are you so calm about this, bruv? Feel like i’m sweating bullets here.” She breathed out, slightly fanning herself even though there was air conditioning in their booth.

“Is that who I am now? Bruv?” He asked, giggling as he looked at her amusingly.

“That is definitely your contact name. Oh! You have to meet my kids, that’s where I get it from.” Nadia spoke, taking a fry from her plate, the food the waiter brought over a while ago.

“Year 8?”

“Nope. Only Year 11 and 12. It was part of the ‘promotion’ but I only studied further to teach Year 8 so right now I’m winging it with my kids and it seems to be going pretty good. They’re excelling.” Nadia chatted, proudly talking about her students.

“You were meant to be a teacher, I swear. The glint in your eyes was so adorable when you spoke about them.” Lewis smiled, also eating his meal.

“Okay, don’t make me blush old man.” She scoffed with a little chuckle making Lewis laugh fully.

“Anyways, where am I gonna live? Tia was very adamant about me moving out to make it look super real.” Nadia changed the subject so quickly, as if it was lightning.

“My main residence is in Monaco but because of what I do, I tend to travel for two months at a time so I’ve got a few houses in another countries. So you can choose where you want to live really. Personally though, I can tell you love your job so this will be a bit tough for you but I get where she’s coming from.” Lewis informed, eating his pesto as if he didn’t just shake up her life a little.

“Oh. I’m gonna have to speak to my higher ups about this. Obvie, I won’t tell them the whole thing but can you give me a week to figure it out? Because it’s also salary that’s no longer gonna be there once I start travelling with you.” Nadia brought up, pinching her leg as thoughts raced through her mind.

“Sure, take as much time as you need because I get that this is a lot. I have a house near Wembley, that’s where I’ve been staying since I arrived so that’s my proposal to you.” He informed, watching her slowly eat her food.

“Well, there wasn’t a proposal to begin with, pookie bear.” Nadia joked, biting down on the fork as she giggled.

“That nickname, Nads.” Lewis giggled at her joke, knowing that she was going to be a joy to be around.

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randomstudent MISS???? HELLOO???

user oh history is gonna be FUN tmr

lewishamilton my love 💗

nadiahamilton mwah!! 😚

user ma’am you’re joking????? WHAT

nella_rose yo, i leave for a bit and you’re married??? congrats babe omg 😭

user yo miss, what is a 8x world champion doing in your post?

nadiahamilton being my husband :)

randomuser whatever you manifested, GIVE IT

fanpage HE’S MARRIED

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user NO FUCKING WAY

user well that’s one way to hard launch!

charles_leclerc 😧

lewishamilton 🤣

fencer congratulations on two years brother! 🩷

lewishamilton thank you bro 🫂

nadiahamilton it’s bruv to you 🤨

lewishamilton happy 2 years with my bruv 🫡

nadiahamilton much better 😚

user SHE’S HOT AND FUNNY???? WE’RE SO DOOMED

user and she’s not famous like at all

gigihadid where’s this beautiful woman you’ve been hiding????

nadiahamilton hello Gigi 🤭

gigihadid oh we’re so grabbing lunch soon

user wait so no one knew of her?? not even the drivers ???😭

landonorris MOM?

nadiahamilton hi son?

danielricciardo you don’t just hard launch on us on a random Sunday 😭

lewishamilton oh well, meet my wife! :)

user he really said no more rumours lol

user OMG THATS MY TEACHER HELLO?!

user WHAT

user YEAH THATS MY HISTORY TEACHER

mercedesamgf1 Mrs Mercedes? 🥹

mercedesamgf1 boss man says hi and congratulations! 🥳

fanpage noooo you can’t be married ☹️

user girl get a GRIP

badgalriri oh she’s SEXY

lewishamilton ri, pls don’t steal my wife

nadiahamilton TOO LATE

user the next media day is going to have a BLAST when he shows up 😭

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(if your acc is blank, that means that tumblr didn’t allow me to tag you/show your account)

dividers by: @cafekitsune

nadia’s fc: @/unclewaffles_ on ig!

all pic creds go to pinterest and insta!

[equallyshaw]

#1 fan | matthew knies

knies x oc ko s.media edit

youtuber cody ko's younger oc sister

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@nadiako: so uhh..i beat the boys??

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tags: codyko, jeffwittek, matthewknies and Kelseykreppel

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@jeffwittek: the fact that your little legs beat us all...is crazy

@nadiako: Jeff can never go a day without making fun of my height

@caseynystatt: congrats nadia!!! cant wait to do it again next year !

@nadiako: thanks casey! see you on the track!

@mitchmarner: dub season

@nadiako: 🐕

@maxdomi: she's got that dog in her

@tessavirtue: ahhh congrats gf!!!

@nadiako: 🫶🏻

@aryntavares: congrats nadia!! see you soon x

@nadiako: thankyou aryn!!!!

@matthewknies: so proud of babe, you killed it

@nadiako: had the best support group cheering me on🤍

@91jtavares: way to go nadia!!!

@nadiako: thankyou adoptive father!

@austonmatthews34: forgot to turn your swagger off ig

@codyko: sounds about right

@nadiako: 🤪

@colbybrock: damn canada

@nadiako: 🦅

@tanamongeau: thankyou for beating jeff

@nadiako: 🫡 anything for queen tana

@jeffwittek: your barber guest appearances have bene revoked - the two of you

@matthewknies: are mine?

@jeffwittek: nah you are always welcome unlike those two

@nadiako: thats fine ill just go on uncancelled 🙂

@_megan_turner: QUEEN

@nadiako: takes one to know one!

@nadiako: few days home to see the boyssss

tags: torontomapleleafs, codyko and matthewknies

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@matthewknies: wrong jersey @codyko

@codyko: sorry bro, gotta rep the superior american

@austonmatthews34: 😌

@kelseykreppel: so glad I got to try some poutine !!!

@nadiako: the only reason you came to canada

@nadiasbff: so glad I could represent from afar!!!

@nadiako: la group was poppin off!

@torontomapleleafs: when are we getting cody to practice??

@codyko: ill be there tomorrow 🫡

@nadiako: I wouldnt let him near 500 feet away from the rink

@matthewknies: his defensive skills need some work..

@mitchmarner: @morganrielly: come get your new d partner

@stephlachance: so good seeing you girlie! cant wait for la (:

@nadiako: me too !

@Audreyholl: the Cartier sunglasses 🤌🏻

@nadiako: I can thank @codyko for my lifestyle

@codyko: my bank account begs to differ

@williamnylander: the drip 😎

@nadiako: 😚

@matthewknies: tor > nyc > tor in 24 hours for my girl

@nadiako: my # 1 fan 🥺

@kelseykreppel: I thought i was your #1 fan 😔

@codyko: dont make the pregnant lady upset nads😠

@nadiako: my fav supporter🫶🏻

@mitchmarner: get that p whitney ready

@nadiako: no. remember what happened last time??

@stephlachance: hahahahahhaha

@logancooley: way to fuckin go ko!

@nadiako: 😆

@brockfaber: W

@nadiako: only thing i know

@codyko: humble king

@matthewknies: we've gone 0 days without any foolery

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christmas is drawing near so i was wondering what is your faves getting you for christmas and what are you getting them in return?

tagging: @chrollohearttags @c0pkiller @merakidoll @marimogf @suguella @angelcent @screampied @salaciousdoll @kingkonoha @hoshigray @honeybleed

im getting: satoru -> pink van cleef bracelet, a light pink small telfar bag and a new car

eren -> a wig, apple watch, and an mk purse

nanami -> a diamond ankle, new pink iphone and tiffany and co. necklace

choso -> hello kitty gingerbread build-a-bear, hello kitty vanity and a cartier bracelet

im gifting: satoru –> new pair of sunglasses, gift cards for all his favorite sweet shops and a picture of him, geto and shoko

eren -> a drawn picture of him and his mommy, beats headphones ,and macbook

nanami -> rolex, ear muffs and cologne set

choso -> vinyl, guitar and ps5

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 10 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: ummmmmmmm dont hate me i love you all sorry its been so long ://////////// but alas. THE TAILGATE PARTY! and yeah, its a long one. and YEAH there's some angst...

tw: cursing, lukas being creepy per usual, a wee bit of angst

The next morning, Kendall got on a flight back to New York while Stella stayed in Los Angeles for a few meetings. Her pilot was done and she was going to meet with her literary agent. The Delirium cast also wanted to get together for "Friendsgiving", but it was really just a photo op with food. Not that she didn't love a photo op, but the hot topic at this year's feast was surely going to be Stella's new relationship.

Most of the cast, including Stella, was relatively unknown before the show aired, so when one of them was in the news, it was always talked about. Her costar went on a date with Gigi Hadid once six months ago and everyone still talked about it. Now Stella was dating a billionaire and entrenched in his infamous, fucked up family.

Especially if Ken and Roman got the company...

Now that she was with Kendall, she really never needed to work again. They both knew that. But work was fun and Stella yearned to have her own success.

Unfortunately, that meant attending Delirium Friendsgiving.  And about a hundred questions regarding Kendall.  The worst part was, everyone knew she had been developing and writing a show, yet no one asked about it.  

"How did you even meet?"

"I bet he has a giant dick."

"Did he buy you those earrings?  I've never seen you wear Cartier."

She tried to answer honestly, because that was the best policy, right?

It was a little weird to be the center of attention, but Stella couldn't help her blush every time someone asked her a question about Kendall.  Then there were the five shots she had taken.

"So, like, what's the endgame?"  A costar's boyfriend asked her.

Stella froze.  She had never let herself think of the future with Kendall because it didn't seem like there would be one.  Sure, it was fun and they had a good time together, but would they really last?  They laughed about their wedding, but did he actually plan on getting remarried one day?

But they were in love.  

Love so sweet it made her stomach turn.

It wasn't just a relationship she could get over.  He was going to be on her mind forever, driving her crazy.  

After a lull in the conversation, Stella mumbled and excuse and ran to the bathroom.

Kendall picked up on the second ring.  "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, uh, I just wanted to hear your voice."

Kendall smiled, and she can hear that through the phone.  "How's your friend giving?"

"Friendsgiving."  She corrected him.  "And it's good.  I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby.  I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."  She pauses, "I love you."  The alcohol she had been drinking that night was definitely kicking in.  Tears were threatening to fall.

"Are you, uh, okay?"  Kendall laughed knowingly.  "Are you drunk, honey?"

"God, I'm so sorry!  I'm so dumb. I--"

Kendall chuckled.  "It's alright."

"Someone asked me what our endgame was and it freaked me out."

"What the fuck is that?"

"Right!? So dumb."

"No, like actually.  What is that?"

"Oh."  She laughed.  "It's like our future."

"Why are you scared about our future?"

"I don't know..ugh...I'm just fucking drunk."

"Well, when I talk about the big wedding I'm being serious, you know that, right?"

She blushed.  "I know."

"Whatever you want, okay?"

"I know, Ken."

"The endgame is good, you got it?  Fuckin, uh, to the moon."

Stella laughed.  "I love you."

"I love you too.  See you tomorrow."

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The next morning Stella was hungover as fuck, slumped over in her seat on the semi-private. 

Even with her designer sunglasses on (thanks, Kendall) it was still way too bright.  Thankfully it wasn't a full flight and Kendall insisted on semi-private travel, but when she landed, Stella only had four hours to get ready for the Tailgate Party.

Delirium Friendsgiving just had to be the night before the election.

Kendall had to laugh when she showed up at the penthouse in sweats and sunglasses, still wearing makeup from the night before.

"How was your night?"

Stella reluctantly pulled her sunglasses off.  "Fun, but tiring."  She wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing in his scent.  It was getting hard to be without him and she didn't know what to think.

"The glam squad is here."  He pulled away, chuckling at her disheveled appearance.  Stella looked behind him, noticing that they were definitely not alone.  

"I guess I should probably get ready." She turned, "Fuck."

"What?"

"I totally did not bring an outfit." Stella started to panic.  It was at least twenty minutes on the subway to her place and then twenty minutes back--

"Well, good, because I got you one."

"Of course you did." Though she was disappointed in herself for not planning ahead, whatever Kendall got her was definitely nicer than whatever Zara pantsuit she had in her closet. 

"I need to shower, too."

Kendall raised his eyebrows at her.  

"We have less than four hours, Kendall.  Absolutely not."

He leaned in.  "I'll just have to eat your fucking pussy in the limo again, I guess."

"Rude!"  She gasped.  Pushing past him and to the shower.

"You'll miss me."

Four hours later, they were all glammed-out, driving through Manhattan in a fancy black SUV.  Stella kind of expected some oral, but Kendall insisted on explaining the ins and outs of who was attending the party.

"And then there's Matsson."  He grumbled, running his hand down her thigh.  "He's the fuck that's trying to buy us out.  The GoJo guy."

"Oh.  Is he definitely coming?" Stella could barely picture his face.  She remembered seeing him on Twitter.  Matsson was some hot Swedish guy with a tech app.

"No, but I just have this fucking...feeling."  Kendall looked out the window.  "He always seems to show up where he's not wanted."

"And you said Shiv and him are kind of close?"

"Yeah." He breathed.  "I don't know the details.  They're like, fucking or something."

"Didn't you say she was pregnant?"

"Me and Rome think so.  She hasn't been drinking and something is off and the whole fuckfest with Tom..."  He looked up at Stella, who was frowning.

"I'm sorry your family is like this."

"I know.  Me too.  But like, uh, we're the Roy's, so."

"I get it."

"And you know as much as I'd love for you to be on my arm all night, I have some fucking, uh, business to do."

"I know."  She ran her hand down his arm.  "I'll make some friends.  Maybe I'll hang out with Greg."

"Oh, God, please don't.  That guy's a fucking leech."

Stella laughed, "Isn't he family?"

"Unfortunately."

She was quiet for a second.  "Speaking of..."  she slid her hand over his. "My mom wants to meet you.  And my brother."

Kendall's stress seemed to melt away at her statement.  "They do?"

"Yeah, I mean, my mom's having Christmas in Westchester next month and my brother is bringing his husband."  She smiled.  "My family's quite small but it'll be fun."

"And they want me to come?"

Stella's grip tightened on his hand.  "Yeah, Ken.  They're obviously a little confused, but they want to meet you."

The last time he had Christmas with normal people was when he was dating Rava, but Kendall didn't share that with her.

He didn't really know what to say.  "Wow, Stell--"

"I know you probably have some Waystar party or family thing, but if you wanted a low-key Christmas, Westchester is available."

"I don't know what to say."  Kendall gave her that toothy smile she loved so much.  "It sounds amazing."  He kissed her sweetly, "With the shitshow that is the sibs right now, I doubt we'll be doing anything for Christmas."

"So it's a yes?"

"Tentative.  I'll text Jess."

"Of course."  Stella laughed, but she was relieved Kendall didn't laugh at the concept of the Holidays with non-famous people.

They were silent for a few minutes, listening to the rap Kendall always had on in the car.  Stella swore she could hear her heart beating.  The car slowed to a stop at a fancy high rise apartment building.  There were a few other cars around them, all with important-looking people stepping out.  

"You ready?"  Kendall asked, but her answer didn't matter.

She nodded, but spoke, "I still feel unprepared."

He grabbed her face gently and gave her a reassuring kiss.  "It'll be good, Stell.  Trust me."

Kendall got out first and held out his hand, as if she was making her grand entrance.  In reality, there were only like four photographers, which really didn't bother Stella at all.  It was a good launch.  Not too hard, not too soft.

Cameras flashed around them, but Kendall kept his grip on her hand.  He pulled her into the building as fast as he could, but obviously, pictures would be on the internet anyway.

"Well I guess you're my real boyfriend now."  She said, following him to the elevator.

"Welcome to the good life."  

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"Oh, good, you're here."  Roman said to Kendall, then looked to Stella.  "And so are you."  He faked a smile.  "Playing trophy wife tonight, are we?"

"Nice to see you Roman."

"I'm not gonna lie."  He said, "You've lasted longer than I thought.  Weathered the Daddy Death Storm."

Shiv stood next to him.  "Glad you're here.  It's become a little bit of a sausage fest."  She gave Stella a side hug.

Kendall smiled at her.  He knew how much his siblings' approval meant.  That being said, Stella knew the sibs needed their space. 

"I'm going to get a drink.  I'll see you later?"  She said to Kendall.

"Yeah, uh, when things quiet down I'll find you."  He kissed her.  "I love you."

Stella blushed, knowing Kendall's siblings were right there and were listening.

"I love you too."

Stella walked off, looking around for a waiter.  Though she was hungover, a drink was necessary to get through a night like this.  Sure, she could mingle, but could she impress some of the most powerful people in the city?  Her plan was to lie low and try to find Willa or, admittedly, Greg.  They were easy to talk to and their opinions didn't matter.  She didn't want to say the wrong thing to somebody important and fuck something up for Kendall.  

Luckily for Stella, Willa found her first.

"Stella!" She called from the couch, beckoning for her to come.

It was a relief knowing someone at the party actually wanted to talk to her.

"Hey!" Willa gave her a big hug.  "I was hoping you would be here tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  It's nice having another...non-Roy...here."

"I get it.  It's overwhelming."

"How have you been?"  They sat together on the couch with their drinks.  "I wasn't sure if you'd be back after the wedding."

"No!  Your wedding was gorgeous, I was so happy to be there."

"We appreciated you staying."  She leaned in. "Don't say anything.  But Con was crushed."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"I wanted to say,"  Willa gave her a reassuring smile, like the older sister Stella never had.  "We're in this together.  Everything you're going through, I had to do too.  This family is hard.  You're just lucky you didn't have to meet Logan."

Stella smiled back.  "Thanks, Willa.  I really appreciate that."

"I'm also really impressed with your work.  Have you ever thought about going into theater?"

Stella was a bit confused, but remembered Kendall's warnings about Willa and her play.  "Uh, I never really--"

"Everybody. Welcome one and all!"  Tom's voice squeaked into the penthouse.  "Uh, Ken, take it away."

Stella giggled at how little autonomy Tom had at his own party, in his own apartment.

"Thanks, Tom. Thank you.  Okay, welcome, everybody."  His voice boomed through the space, unlike Tom.  He had told Stella he was going to do a "small toast" at the beginning, but honestly she didn't know what Kendall's definition of small was. "All right. Who we got here? Who we got here?"

"Carly Flight.  Oh, shit.  All right, okay. The Pod Goddess.  Everybody watch out for her.  Careful what you say."  He earned a laugh from the room.  Stella was kind of starstruck that Carly Flight was there.  She used to listen to her podcast when she was driving back and forth to Delirium shoots.

Kendall continued.  "Larry, Mary. Lovely. Lovely to see you guys. Uh, who else is here? Who's here? Len. Len giveth and Len taketh away."  The crowd laughed again.  Stella's heart swelled with pride.  That was her boyfriend.  

"Watch out for Len. Uh, my guy, Nate Sofrelli, saw the polls this morning and moonwalked here."  Nate Sofrelli...that was a hot button name for the family, if Stella remembered correctly.  Ex-lover of Shiv and obvious enemy of Tom, but Ken had to shmooze with him big time that night.

"Our best to Gil and Jimenez."  Kendall laughed.  There was a beat before he cleared his throat.  "Uh, we have another special guest in attendance,"  He looked around the room before his eyes landed on Stella.  "My uh, very amazing girlfriend Stella is here."  The room quieted as everyone looked at her.  "Yes, you probably recognize her.  Delirium is up for a Golden Globe, right?"  There were murmurs around her.  Stella blushed, unable to look anywhere but to Kendall.  She raised her glass and nodded.  What else could she do?

"She's helped me get my head on straight these last few months, because, uh, it's our... it's our first tailgate party without the big guy.  But, uh, we're still gonna live it up.  As always, kettle corn, over there,"  He pointed to a bag of kettle corn with a few American flags sticking out.  "Will be shipped to whoever is closest to tomorrow's electoral count.  And, uh... Yeah, this is a tough one.  But, uh, we're all gonna stay sane, and we're all gonna stay friends.  Yeah?  Thanks to my sis for hosting."  He raised his glass to her.

The crowd erupted in cheers for Shiv, who raised her glass back to Kendall.

"We didn't know what to do this year.  Um...you know...we watch history. We make history, and then one day, we become it.  So, can I just... I'd like to ask you all for a moment of silence, if we could, in memory."  He bowed his head.  

Stella didn't necessarily feel comfortable sharing a moment of silence for the man that was Logan Roy, but she kept her mouth shut.  She didn't have to, though, because the door to the penthouse was thrown open, revealing a group of European-looking people.  Leading the pack was a tall, attractive blonde man wearing a golden tracksuit.  

Kendall faltered a bit, clearly thrown off by the presence of GoJo.  He recovered, putting on a fake, welcoming smile. "Uh, it's okay.  Hey, man.  So, VIP in the house.  Mr. Matsson, how are you?  Welcome."

They traded a few quips back and forth, but Kendall got control of the situation quickly and ended the toast.  Stella watched him stomp away, the Sibs on his toes.

Connor appeared, taking a seat next to Willa.  "Roman just offered me ambassadorship to drop out of the race."

"What?"  Willa looked shocked.  "You can't drop out."

"I told him that the UN is more my speed."  He looked at Stella and grinned.  The man was truly delusional.  

It made sense to her, though.  Mencken was Rome's candidate, and the ConHeads were taking votes away.  

"I think you should squeeze Rome for all he's got."  Stella said.  Not that she wanted Connor Roy anywhere near the UN, but watching Roman sweat and Mencken lose would be everything to her.  

"I think you're right."  Willa said.  "Ask for more, Con."

---------------------------------

Stella left Willa and Connor to talk more about his ambassadorship.  Maybe she could strike up a conversation with Carly Flight if she was able to get close enough.  She weaved her way through groups of people, getting more than a few glances.  Though it was Shiv's apartment, Stella kind of felt like the queen.  

Yelling from downstairs peaked her interest.  It sounded kind of like Greg, but he was...chanting?  A frustrated woman with dark brown curls stomped up the stairs.  Stella recognized her as one of Matsson's minions. The woman pushed past the crowd to the balcony, Kendall following her.  Stella felt an anxious pit in her stomach.  Her cheeks reddened a bit with jealousy.  Why was Kendall chasing after an attractive foreign girl?

Stella shook it off, but Kendall definitely followed the woman to the balcony alone.  Of course, it was probably business-related, but she couldn't help but worry.  Though she loved him, he had a habit of going towards shiny new things.  

Her half-drunken thoughts started to spiral when she heard her name being chanted like before.

"STELLA!  STELLA!  STELLA!"  She looked down the stairs to see Greg and Matsson sitting with some other men.  Shiv was right, it really was a sausage fest.

"Uh, hi?"  Stella crept down the stairs, giving the group a nervous smile.  Matsson had watched her descend from the stairs and now had looked her up and down.

"Kendall has good taste."  His Swedish accent pierced her eardrums.

"Excuse me?"  She something inside of her snapped.

"And she bites?"  He pretended to growl.  "Come sit."

The thought of Kendall and the GoJo woman flashed in her mind.

"Okay."  She said.  The only available seat was next to Matsson.

He turned to her and held out his vape.  Stella smirked, revealing her own.  She stuck it in her mouth and sucked for maybe a little too long.  Matsson eyed her every move.

"I've seen you before."  He said.  "Delirium fan edits do numbers on my app."

"They do."  There were millions of Delirium fancams and edits on GoJo.

"You watch them?"  Lukas moved closer to her.  "You like to watch yourself?"

"Maybe.  I think I'm quite good at my job."

"I think you are too.  But I think,"  he turned to his minion, "I think you could do better."

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"We're working on a streaming service--once we get Waystar."  

Greg started to speak, but Lukas cut him off.  "I think you could be a fucking star."

Stella bit her lip.  It was a little much, but she kind of liked it.  "You think so?"  She obviously was shitting him, but still, he fascinated her a bit.

"I do."

There were footsteps behind him and he moved away from Stella at the sound.  

"Oh, um, hello.  What the fuck kind of crossover is this?"  Shiv asked.  It was a weird group, for sure.  

"Hey! There she is!"  Matsson exclaimed.

"Hey."

"Welcome to the kid's table!"  He motioned to everyone.  

"Can I, uh, talk to you for a second?"

 "Oh, yeah. Is it time to up the periscopes?"

"Um, yeah."

"Sorry to break up the brains trust." 

Matsson nodded, then looked to Stella.  "My people will be in touch."

"Your people? Lukas what the fuck?"  Shiv said, dragging him behind her.

___________________________

Eventually Stella was sitting with Connor, Willa, Lukas, and the GoJo woman, who introduced herself as Ebba.

Lukas was getting more intoxicated, and with Ebba clearly upset with him, he sat next to Stella.  

It wasn't exactly her ideal seating arrangement.  

"Hey superstar."  He slurred.  "How'd Kendall Roy land someone like you, huh?"

"Lukas."  Ebba scolded.  

"I mean, everyone wants to know, right?"  Lukas said, his voice getting louder.  "You didn't meet on Raya, did you?"

Stella stared him down.  

"Or is it like a sugarbaby thing?  I'd be into that, for sure."

"It's not--"

"Well it's definitely his billions of dollars, but what else?"

"Maybe because he doesn't wear ugly tracksuits and last season's Nikes."  She spat at him.

"Again with the bite!"  He said.  "I like that."

"I'm sure you do."

"I know you think he's the future."  Matsson whispered.  "He's not."

"He is."  Stella insisted.

"You think once I claim the throne I can get the queen, too?"  Lukas leaned closer to her, staring at Ebba across the room.  

Stella inhaled.  A long time ago she swore to never let guys like him get to her.  

"You fucking wish."

"I do."  He turned his gaze to Stella, "You find me attractive, don't you?"

"Lukas!" Ebba shouted.  

"I think you're a douche."

"Ah, that's not what I asked."

She didn't think of a response before Roman interrupted and started to berate Connor.

"Everyone in this room thinks you're a fսcking joke."  He yelled, "So tell your "wife" to shut the fսck up, cover her shoulders, and pack a fսcking bag for Oman, okay?"

Kendall appeared behind him, putting his hands on Roman's shoulders.  "Rome. Rome."

Roman shook him off, glaring at Connor. Connor exclaimed that Willa was the only one who believed in him and he was going to continue to run.  

"You got my vote, a hundred percent, if I could vote."  Matsson laughed.  

Connor and Willa stormed off, leaving Stella and Matsson on the couch.  She immediately got up and walked to Kendall's side.  He glared at Matsson. 

"Hey." 

"Hey."  She smiled.  "How did everything go?"

"Uh, fucking, not sure."  Kendall laughed.  "I think good."

"Good." It was so nice to have him there, finally.

"How was your night?"

"Um."  She looked at Lukas.  His advances did kind of ruin her night.  

"We had a great time, right Stell?"  Lukas said, raising his vape.

Kendall's jaw tightened at the nickname.  

Stella rolled her eyes at Matsson.  "I'll tell you about it later, Ken."

Kendall tried to protest, but was interrupted by Lukas, who complained about New York.  They traded sarcastic comments, drawing a small crowd of onlookers.  Everyone wanted to get a piece of the action. 

"But you, man. Your numbers. Exploding, right? Like, literally unbelievable."

"Well, thank you. Thank you. And congrats to you as well, 'cause I hear your numbers are gay."

"My numbers are... are what?"

"Gay."

They retorted more, but ended up hugging.  Seeing Kendall hug the man who had been harassing her all night was the last straw.  

That was it for Stella.  She excused herself and kept walking, even when Kendall called after her.  It was just too fucking much.  She was drunk and high and hungover and wanted to go home.  Lukas was creepy and Kendall was only in business-mode.  Willa and Connor had left and Greg was bragging about firing Waystar staff.  People were offering up ambassadorship like it was candy.  Life was not supposed to be like that.  

She walked out of the building and caught a taxi, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone.  For the first time that night, she checked her phone.  

Of course there were thousands of notifications, all about her entrance to the party with Kendall.  They were official now, according to the media.

Great.

[styleforklossy]

september 12, 2024 / new york city, new york

while out in nyc, karlie kloss wore:

— Velvet Canyon, “The Poet Sunglasses” - $235

— Zoë Chicco, “14K Diamond Thin Huggie Hoops” - $460

— A.P.C., “Logo-print Sweatshirt” - $186

— Agolde, “High-Rise Stovepipe Jean in Destination” - $218

— Spinelli Kilcollin, “Ceres Deux YG Ring” - $4,900

— Cartier, “Panthère de Cartier Watch” - $23,100

— Jacquie Aiche, “Diamond Bezel Finger Bracelet” - $715

— Prada, “Arqué Leather Shoulder Bag” - $2,700

— The Row, “Flynn Loafer” - $1,190

[yes-svetlana-world]

Timothée Chalamet - NYC, July 26 2023 MAJESTIC - New York Yankees Aaron Judge Jersey $120 CELINE - Jeans in Union Wash Denim $990 APPLE - AirPods Max $549 SAINT LAURENT - SL 276 Sunglasses $795 CARTIER - Panthère de Cartier Watch ADIDAS Wales Bonner Samba $160

RTW

@readytimmywear

[lamaisongaga]

BACK IN TIME: LADY GAGA LEAVES SERAFINA RESTAURANT IN VINTAGE SCHIAPARELLI

Lady Gaga loves some fine wining and lunching. On June 18th, 2010 the singer wore a quite elegant look while visiting Serafina restaurant in New York City.

The Italian-American songstress donned one of her many black tailored suits (thinking of Dior, YSL...endless possibilities) along with a very rare vintage 1950s Schiaparelli leopard print felt beret!

Her many accessories included a vintage unsigned leopard and satin clutch with golden lion head, the Claude black circular aviator sunglasses by Tom Ford...

...a Chanel black resin bangle with pearls, her favorite Cartier Panthère 18k yellow-gold ring featuring, peridot eyes, onyx nose and black lacquer spots...

...and the black vinyl Xtreme-1020 lace-up platform ankle boots by Pleaser.

[dubaivisasolutions]

Know about Dubai International Airport Duty-Free Shopping

The colossal Dubai International Airport (DXB) has truly earned the moniker of one of the largest and busiest airports in the world. Spanning over 7,200 acres, this sprawling airport is also an integral transit hub for numerous international flights and you can only imagine the number of footfalls each day. With millions of people passing by every day in DXB, it is only fair that it offers an equally phenomenal shopping experience to everyone. While shopping in the city of gold is one of the most exciting experiences, shopping in the Dubai Duty Free is truly an incredible experience. Come, let’s check out what all you can buy at the Dubai Duty Free.

There are two major Dubai international airports – DXB and Al Maktoum and both of them have a plethora of shopping outlets for you to peruse both at the arrival and departure. However, the Terminal 3 of DXB is where all the action is. It has the maximum number of outlets and sells everything from jewellery, cosmetics, bags, electronics, perfumes, chocolates, shoes, souvenirs, alcohol, fashion accessories, clothing, and more.

About Dubai Duty Free

Dubai Duty Free is the largest retail airport retailer globally having won this title more than 10 times until now. Spread over a staggering area of 40,000 sqm combined, the DDF is open 365 days of the year 24/7 and offers one of the most extraordinary Dubai shopping experience. The cherry on the cake is you don’t even have to pay import duties or service taxes on the goods purchased so you can splurge as much as you want. Another advantage is that there is an online site for people who are short of time and can shop and get the products delivered directly at home. Isn’t that fantastic?

Here is a break-down of the various categories and outlets that are available.

Lifestyle, beauty, and fashion

No surprises that some of the top notch luxurious global brands in fashion, makeup, skincare, and lifestyle have their outlets at the DDF. Gucci, Armani, YSL, Burberry, Lacoste, Louis Vuitton, Dior, Prada, Dolce and Gabbana, Estée Lauder, Coach, NARS, Lancôme, Givenchy are just a few to make to the list. Gift yourself a gorgeous Gucci handbag, a stunning pair of Dior sunglasses, or a YSL perfume, as you are indeed spoilt for choice here.

Electronics/Tech

DDF is a haven for tech gadgets and you can find an assortment of electronics under one roof including laptops, mobile phones, cameras,tablets, drones, and everything that your heart fancies. From Apple, Samsung, and Sony, to GoPro, Bose, JBL, and Dyson, you can find many stores here. 

Jewellery

Dubai is famous for its gold souk and people generally love to buy at least some gold jewellery during their trip. You can even buy gold bars ranging from 18 carats to 24 carats at the DDF. Some of the well-known stores here are Bvlgari, Cartier, Tiffany & Co, Rolex, Swarovski, Pandora, Frey Wille, Damiani, and Liali.

Luggage

You are dragging a heavy suitcase and the wheel comes off, or the zip of the bag breaks. Well, worry not as DDF comes to your rescue. Get them fixed from Samsonite, Go Travel or Tumi, or better yet just buy a new piece of luggage. Also check out the travel pillows, luggage tags, sleeping masks, backpacks, and earplugs here.

Alcohol and Tobacco

Alcohol and tobacco products like cigarettes, cigars, vapes, and electronic cigarettes are much in demand among shoppers. Fun fact is that alcohol is the bestselling product in the DDF. Marlboro, Heets, Jack Daniels, Glenfiddich, Johnny Walkers, Benson & Hedges, Davidoff, Dunhill, and Iqos are the popular brand available here.

Chocolates and Confectionary

Food is an important part of shopping and also make for great souvenirs to carry for your loved ones. Cookies, candies, dry fruits, and chocolates from brands like Godiva, Toblerone, Hershey’s, Reese’s, Lindt, M&Ms, Butlers are just perfect to indulge in.

Toys

With so many exceptional shopping options for the adults, how can the little ones be left behind? Whether it is action figurines, cars, soft toys, or dolls, shops like LEGO, Disney, Marvel, Hasbro, and Crayola are there to fulfil your needs.

Souvenirs

Collecting souvenirs from any new place to remember the vacation fondly is one of the best things to do. From fridge magnets, stuffed camels, key chains, to themed chocolates, Bateel dates, and miniature models of iconic monuments like Burj Khalifa, Burj Al Arab, etc. are some of the impressive ones that you find here. There is also an exclusive Emirates store where you can buy merchandise such as caps, t shirts, luggage scale, and also the Boeing 777 model aircraft.

Watches/Clocks

Watches from world-class brands like Rolex, Casio, Omega, Tag Heuer, Tissot, Rado, Fossil, Skagen, and Michael Kors, are available in the DDF.

Apart from these myriad products, DDF also has many raffles, car draws, bike draws, and other programs where travellers get a chance to win money, vehicles, and many other goodies. Do try and participate as you may be the next lucky winner of a Mercedes Benz or a BMW.

You can visit their official website to find out more about these programs or the various stores and how to navigate them.

Conclusion

The Dubai Duty Free promises a wholesome shopping experience to all its customers with freebies, loyalty points, and other unique promotions to sweeten the deal a little more. We suggest you go through their official website before hand and make a list of the things that you want to make this process more memorable.

[soranihimawari]

Cover me in Diamonds

Based on @iinoruu ‘s art of the Miya Twins from the new Cartier campaign.

Pairing: model!miya twins x photographer!reader

“The Miya twins were first discovered straight out of their high school graduation. Apparently an agent was a family friend of another student attending the ceremony who absolutely terrified their mother at first meeting her: she was taking photos of her son and asking classmates to take some of her with her boys when he had approached her. Despite scaring her, he backed up his claim of being a talent scout via handing her a business card. Her sons were debating—more like arguing—whether or not they should give the agency the stranger represented.

Well, that was close to six years ago and the rest, as they say in the west, is history. The fresh twinning faces graced indie brand companies as well as being breakout new models for high end designers. Everyone in the business wanted to work with either Miya Atsumu or his brother, Miya Osamu. If you could book them together? You’d be the diamond gem of your haus. It’s even rumored that Miya Atsumu, in his spare time still teaches kids volleyball, and though he doesn’t play as often, his friends still made him an honorary jersey for the division club: MSBY. Alas, if you liked the gentle, yet firm side of men, you’d probably be describing Miya Osamu. Since being a model, this Miya has been seen endorsing local food spots all around Hyogo. Until he had announced a year and a half ago he would be taking a break to pursue the culinary arts and boy did he excel. Sure, modeling career is what the twins were known for, however, they never forgot their passions before they were famous.

As for their mom? She enjoys living in the countryside nowadays, teasing her boys about the latest dating rumor of all the Billy Jeans that stop by their home town claiming their child was sired by either of her boys. Yet, she thanks them for adding to their family house by remodeling it from the base up. The old tiles and their height charts are still right outside the boys—young men now— rooms. Mama Miya is said to prefer her original jeans and white shirt looks, but of course she doesn’t mind wearing the earrings from Tiffany’s Osamu got her for Christmas two seasons ago and the Burberry sunglasses with matching ascot from the vintage rebranding line shipped first class from Atsumu either.

To their core, the Miya family has done an excellent job of restoring and retelling the dream of the cult classic rags to riches,”— the editor reads the most updated and popular take of the article which your desk had written.

The editor smiles, humming their approval before asking you, your opinion.

“You went to the same high school as them, did you not?”

With as loud as the bullpen is at a high end and we’ll respected magazine, the utter silence astounds you. No one, and you made sure absolutely no one, knew of this. You went so far as to beg your roommate to change your home city to match a different one than your ID card. The ears around you were quietly demanding you to answer and alas you tilt your head to the side about to confirm or deny.

“I did,” you say this clear as a bell.

The bullpen erupts with shouts and questions so obnoxiously personal you thought they were paparazzi! These were your colleagues for almost five years (one of those years being a break from university art school) post collegiate graduation and now they treat you like a god amongst the people because you actually knew the Miya twins prior to their ticket to fame. You refrain from telling anyone else that you are related to the now deceased agent, your uncle, who discovered them.

The five o’clock chimes were going off when the office finally thins out with you promising, more like ‘voluntold’ to finish more stories about high school with the famous models. You’re always one of the last ones out of the building because you head to the photographer labs. Your craft, your signature pieces, your one of a kind print portfolio is there. Turning on the lights, you place your personal belongings down and pinch the bridge of your nose after you take a deep breath and scream into a pillow from your photographer neighbor on the exhale to muffle it.

“I wasn’t popular, not by a long shot,” you mutter closing your eyes. You move to straighten your back lest you want to be permanently C-shaped and you are greeted by a photo the last photographer editor did for a Cartier campaign. It was a test shot no one thought would do well, but you remember being on set that day…

It was the first day of summer. The warehouse aircon was busted, the ring lights were overheating, the foiled umbrellas weren’t cooperating and you just had to see your old lab partner and the guy who tutored you in American Modern English walk in.

You claim you’d never forgive your uncle for signing them, however you changed your tune when you noticed two very distinct kanji writings of your name. Miya Atsumu would always round out the last line with a little bird (sometimes a butterfly) where as his brother, Miya Osamu, would make little onigiris living under the dash line of your hyphenated name. You thought nothing of it until much recently: did they-could they-have remembered you? All shy and temperamental. Kind of weirded out the other interns, but to your surprise one day during a lunch break later on during this particular shoot, you heard Atsumu and Osamu talking.

“YN-chan got really cute,” the blonde says, stuffing his face with a half a ham sandwich. “Hey, remember when she was my lab partner and she scolded me for ruining her notes?”

“Because you were an asshole and left the Bunsen burner turned on way too high,” Osamu said, a chortle trying to not come out.

Atsumu sticks his tongue out. “At least I wasn’t the one who kept feeding her half my lunch because she burned her rolled eggs that morning before your tutoring session in the library!”

“At least I wasn’t t’one who couldn’t ask her to take a photo with us on graduation!”

“We didn’t even thank her for her uncle’s business card,” Osamu’s voice was serious. “Remember when mom said she didn’t have to worry anymore about making payments for our house after we got our offer letters? She was really struggling then and between jobs…”

Atsumu laughs. “We’d never seen so many 0s after a number! Even with scholarship money…”

You stand a few feet away taking test shots of what seemed to be the brick wall behind them, and you purposefully took it with them out of focus. You took four shots on your Canon DSL using 35mm film: two out of focus, and two off-center of the boys in focus. Without telling anyone, you later submitted those to a contest for the fashion magazine editorial hence why you work where you do now. The photo is widely spread online as one of the first sneak peaks into Cartier’s line for men.

Presently, while you are still agitated at the bullpen scene, you put away the developers and head home. You’re not close to the two twin stars, yet when the photographer for the next campaign shoot calls your editor’s office saying the model refuse to work with him, the photographer tells your boss the Miyas demand you take their photos:

“No buts,” your editor air quotes this to you when you’re pulled into their office. The bullpen, rather the other fashion journalists press their ears to the thick glass as you get your things together, and in a voice of finality, you choose no one else to go with you.

You pack your camera, an overnight bag when you get home, and the company car is there within an hour of seven thirty. The ride to Narita Airport, you replay everything from the last four hours of your life because my god was it a whirlwind and whiplash all at once:

Editor in Chief & Photographer Editor in Chief Office

“Congratulations YN, you’re heading to New York on a red eye flight,” is all your editor tells you with this smug look.

“I’m sorry, what?!”

The photographer editor in chief replays the message for you to hear. Atsumu and Osamu are heard arguing about how they’d only do the shoot if they get to work with you. The photographer’s assistant is on the line asking if you’re still working at the Tokyo branch of the same magazine the Cartier campaign would debut in Asia. Behind there assistant you hear Atsumu’s thunderous voice say, “without yn’s 35mm shots of us no one would take us seriously!”

The call drops and the editor in chief spreads out the various versions of your brick wall campaign test shots. The most famous one? It’s odd Atsumu and Osamu laughing nonchalantly showing of the earrings and pendant necklaces in the sunlight.

“This image, it literally launched their career and you took it anonymously! Why didn’t you say anything then?” The editor asks you.

You brush as few bangs behind your ear, “because no one would think to ask a ‘crappy intern’ to sign off on using the image, so I published it independently…” you pick up one of the blurred images.

“I landed the job here a few months after fashion week a year ago after submitting my portfolio of exclusive 35mm prints to your mailboxes…so when do I leave for NYC?”

Fourteen and a half hours later, exhausted and packing lightly for a two week trip to the United States was not easy, but when JFK shuts down half a gate so you can bypass the paparazzi, you wonder just what else the wealthy can do. You entertain the idea until you roll your photopgrahy carry on luggage and look up to see two very eager friends from your adolescence run toward you with open arms.

It’s been a year since that New York Trip. You’re in Seoul now, a solo trip that was much warranted by a certain mischievous silver haired twin’s immediate threat of, “if you won’t ask yn, I will” scenario one pre-breakfast photoshoot with his brother.

“And what about ya, huh?” Atsumu asked before taking his phone out about to text you if you had wanted to go try to visit Seoul in the spring. “Ya liked yn first…”

Osamu flicks his brother’s forehead first, “Yeah, Tsumu. That may be true, but yer the one who loved yn more.”

The blonde makes a face at his brother scowling muttering why he had to be born a twin and why couldn’t Osamu tease him later about his personal life.

“We got yn to come to New York, what’s stopping ya from sending that text? Lemme see yer phone.”

And in the midst of the brotherly struggle, Atsumu accidentally had his thumb press and slide to send, much to his horror, you reply two seconds later (ok, you replied a few minutes later)…

“Yn w-wants to go,” he said snatching his phone from his brother’s hand.

Atsumu plops down on the couch in the latest studio they are in for Calvin Klein Jeans. Osamu, mirthfully laughs, saying something or other about maybe hiring you to be the mystery woman covered in Cartier diamonds in a retro bathtub for the jeweler’s summer line as they offer you champagne on a silver tray. Atsumu excuses himself from the couch, conveniently hiding both his reddening cheeks and the one bodily reaction he’s sure no one can edit properly…

Oh, and as for you, you finally come forward as the photographer behind the amazing shot that helped boost your old classmates’ careers. You did let your employer interview you via podcast format and the transcription copies flew off the shelves. Your photographs were displayed as the editorial for the winter line the year the newer Cartier line was announced to the public. Finally, in the midst of the chaos of your name being synonymous with helping the Miya twins rise to fame, the most classiest photo of you with the boys (decked head to toe in sleek Alexender McQueen suits and Louis Vuitton shoes) is framed and hung up next to the altar for your late uncle in your house.

So, yes, you find yourself in Seoul, walking side by side with a now ash blonde Atsumu, who waits for you to stop updating his brother about the cool sights you saw via text because when you do hit ‘send,’ Atsumu is just about ready to confess a lifetime’s worth of love with a simple kiss—one he’s discovered is worth its weight in diamonds.

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The centre just might hold after all: Despite a global rout in markets and escalating tensions between the US and key trading partners, particularly China, Prada Group is forging ahead with plans to acquire Versace for €1.25 billion ($1.38 billion), the company said Thursday, after negotiating a discount of more than €200 million.Prada’s stock rose 2.4 percent Friday, more than twice the 1 percent average rise of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange where its shares are traded.The deal is a boon for the pride of Italian fashion leaders, who bemoan the decades-long trend of its most iconic brands being sold off to French, Qatari and American groups like Capri Holdings, which paid $2.1 billion for Versace in 2018.Beyond that, the logic behind Prada’s acquisition as outlined by management appears to be trifold: Versace is highly complementary to Prada’s existing portfolio, has significant growth potential and was for sale at an attractive price. Prada also feels it is the right buyer after piloting surging growth at its Miu Miu label, suggesting its corporate structure and supply chain can take on the challenge of relaunching Versace.Let’s take a closer look at those claims.Versace’s valuation certainly reflected its loss-making status (margins swung to a high-single-digit negative percentage last year), as well as the darkening outlook for global luxury. Capri agreed to sell for around 1.5 times Versace’s annual sales of $850 million for calendar year 2024, compared to an average deal price of 3 times annual sales for the luxury sector over the past 20 years, according to UBS. The last big Italian fashion deal was Kering’s play for 30 percent of Valentino, in which the brand was valued at 4 times revenue and 16 times EBITDA.It’s also a price Prada can easily stomach. The group plans to hold onto its net cash pile of €600 million, borrowing the funds to acquire Versace as well as an additional €250 million to invest in relaunching the brand. The likely dilution to group margins after absorbing the brand is “not insignificant” but taking a hit to profitability in order to build a bigger group is in line with the Prada family’s long-term vision, UBS analyst Susy Tibaldi told clients.Regarding how it fits into the group’s portfolio, Prada scion and chief marketing officer Lorenzo Bertelli noted the contrast between Versace’s bold, baroque aesthetic and the rest of Prada Group’s current offer. “It’s far away from the aesthetics of our existing portfolio like Miu Miu and Prada, but I think this is exactly a strength for our group, because there are no overlaps in terms of creativity or in terms of customer,” he said. “This is super important to really reach new audiences of customers and to express a different kind of message.”It’s true that flagship brand Prada has favoured a more streamlined aesthetic in recent seasons — with fewer bold prints — as well as positioning itself more squarely in the luxury space. I wouldn’t go so far to say there is “no overlap” between the target market for a revamped Versace and Prada’s sporty entry-priced styles, or Miu Miu’s rebellious bookworm aesthetic — which is fashion’s maximalism of the moment. But it’s a big world, and the risk of cannibalising sales between brands feels limited. LVMH chairman Bernard Arnault doesn’t lose sleep when a Louis Vuitton customer turns up at Dior or Loewe. Richemont owns head-on competitors Cartier and Van Cleef & Arpels.The more interesting complementarity could be Versace’s continued exposure to accessible luxury, as Prada and Miu Miu have hiked prices dramatically in recent seasons.Versace’s bridge positioning — leveraging its runway image to sell many mass products like undershirts and sunglasses — has not been its strongest point lately. Less wealthy “aspirational” shoppers who historically powered the brand have been luxury’s least resilient customers since 2023.Still, Prada could hedge itself against tariff-driven inflation and a global recession if it manages to revive demand for Versace while preserving some of its more accessible character. A push to cut prices after going too high, too fast over the course of 2023 and 2024 is already underway, Capri chairman John Idol has said.The most important — and least certain — variable at Versace is its growth potential. Bertelli flagged ultra-high brand awareness relative to sales as a key proof point: surveys regularly rank the brand among the top 5 or top 10 most well-known names in luxury, alongside far bigger businesses like Louis Vuitton and Chanel.Indeed, Versace understood viral fashion before social media even existed, engineering pop culture moments like 90s it-girl Elizabeth Hurley’s safety pin dress or Jennifer Lopez’ plunging jungle-print gown. A 2018 video campaign featuring models, brand ambassadors and Donatella Versace correcting people’s pronunciation of the brand harkened back to the label’s prominent placement in the 1995 cult film “Showgirls,” whose protagonist is humiliated for calling it “Ver-sayce.”But growing a business on par with Versace’s global fame has long proved a challenge. The brand has struggled to scale key categories like luxury handbags and leather shoes, depending heavily on cheaper items like sunglasses, underwear, t-shirts and its Versace Jeans Couture diffusion line. While those entry-level splurges play a big role in most brands’ businesses, Versace hasn’t gone far enough to protect its image by balancing them with higher-end activities.The brand suspended its haute couture shows in Paris in 2016, refocusing its scaled-back “Atelier” line on red-carpet operations. Its ready-to-wear shows focused less on design innovation than camp and nostalgia, bringing back J-Lo for a PR coup underwritten by Google Images, or pop singer Dua Lipa strutting the runway fanned by shirtless servants heaving and hoeing on ropes. Those might have helped to sell more underwear and merch, but did little to justify the increasingly pricey positioning of Versace’s core fashion offer.Revamping the brand will require bringing back the opulence of its founding vision, which provided a halo effect to the rest of its portfolio. That could be tricky to pull off while appealing to a customer base that’s likely to resist higher prices.Prada Group already has its hands full delivering a soft landing for Miu Miu after a phase of unprecedented hype and expansion, and keeping up the momentum at Prada, whose growth slowed significantly over the past year.Still, the company believes they can be the ones turn around Versace: after steadying the core Prada business, its revamped executive team took on the transformation of Miu Miu from a financially-ailing (if insider-beloved) sideshow to fast-growing fashion star.Corporate know-how for manufacturing, marketing and retail were all deployed to keep up with surging demand at Miu Miu. Adding seasoned executives at both the brand and group levels have freed up the company’s top leaders to shift to a more strategic, less hands-on approach. 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