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itskimtaehyung · 7 years ago

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Aristocrat 2 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

I’m a quick fix for the shit you lack.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, Hoseok x Reader

Genre: CEO!Namjoon, Athlete!Hoseok, Escort!AU, smut, angst

Word Count: 4.0k

Summary: Things get complicated when feelings are involved, so you opt for a little distraction in the form of Jung Hoseok.

A/N: This part is very Hobi-centric. Series inspired by the show Secret Diary of a Call Girl

You’re extremely lucky that the agency you work for is a nice one. They put the safety and comfort of their escorts above all else, which means you don’t have to see Namjoon until you’re ready, or ever again if that’s what you choose. While you decide, he has the option to wait or get assigned to a temporary escort. From what you’ve heard, he has not chosen to see anyone else.

You wanted a distraction from Namjoon, and, by chance, you actually got one.

It came in the form of a phone call on a Wednesday morning. It was your work phone, and even though you don’t have any contacts saved onto the phone for privacy reasons, you recognized the number as one of your clients.

“Hello, Hoseok,” you answer in a mock sultry tone.

Jung Hoseok is a young soccer player, newly signed to one of the most successful teams in the country. He even participated on the Olympic team last year, helping his country win gold. His current contract is worth nearly a hundred times what you make in a year, and the kid has more money than he can spend.

“Hey, are you busy Saturday?”

“No, what’s up?”

“Would you like to be my date to a sex party?”

“A sex party?”

“A sex party,” he repeats with laughter in his voice.

Hoseok is the type that prefers to take you out first before locking you up in a room with him and having his way with you. When the two of you go out together, you never use your real names. To the public he is Hope and you are Destiny. You consider him one of your good friends.

“I would love to.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at 9. The theme is black and white. And I call dibs on white.”

You chuckle. “Fine. Most of my lingerie is black anyway. I’ll see you then, Hope.”

“See you then, Destiny.”

The thought of attending a sex party intrigued you. They’re extremely exclusive, and only some of the wealthiest residents of the city could attend. Many are held each year by various aristocrats, and they all have the same criteria: you have to be young, you have to be rich, and you have to be beautiful. You have worked them many times before, but working at one and being a guest are two completely different things.

Saying you own a lot of black is an understatement. You own so much black that it takes you three hours to finally decide on what to wear. Bras, panties, thongs, and corsets litter your apartment. It’s not a very big apartment, just two small bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room, and a tiny kitchen. You could afford to move to a bigger place, but apartment hunting is a lot of work, and since your housemate moved out last year, you were able to convert her room into a second closet, for all your “work outfits.”

Tonight you’re wearing a leather corset, laced up with satin ribbon, a leather push up bra, latex booty shorts with thigh high leather boots and fishnets, all of which are, of course, black. You fix the position of your black leather masquerade mask, making sure it doesn’t mess up your shiny black bob wig. To top it all off, you dab some glitter on your cheeks and apply a matte black lipstick, waterproof, kiss proof, and most importantly, sex proof. Just as you fix that last few flyaways of your wig, you hear a knock at the door.

You open it to find Hoseok completely shirtless, clad only in tight white jeans, his mask, and angel wings.

“I’m your Hope, I’m your angel, at your service,” he greets you with a bow.

Hoseok is the only one of your clients who knows where you live, and also your real name. He’s the only one you trust with that information, and he’s also respectful enough to never show up uninvited and always use your escort name when you're working.

“Wow, you look great tonight. Have you been working out more?” You notice his muscles are more toned and defined since the last time you saw him a few weeks ago.

“I’ve been hitting the gym and working on my abs. I upgraded from a four pack to a five pack.” He pats his stomach with both hands.

“Ooh I can definitely see that.” You smirk at him.

“Oh yeah, before we leave, here.” He hands you a white envelope, undoubtedly filled with cash.

“Oh, no. You don’t have to pay me. I want to go.”

“Please take it. I have more money than I know what to do with right now.”

You nod and take the envelope. “Thanks. I have something for you, too.”

Hoseok follows you as you place the envelope on your desk before going back into your room and grabbing a book from your vanity.

You hand it to him. “Here."

Hoseok’s eyes light up as he grabbed the book from you. "No way! A signed copy of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea?! How did you get this?"

You smile at his excitement. "One of my clients went to Amiens and I asked him if he could look for a copy for me.”

"Thank you so much." He pulls you into a warm hug.

"Of course." When you pull back, you take the book from him and place it back on your vanity. "You can get it when you drop me off later."

Hoseok nods, beaming, and the two of you leave for the party.

The thing you love most about sex parties is that you can be anonymous if you choose to be. You can remove every article of clothing, yet keep your mask in place if you so choose. It truly was sex with no strings attached.

“You know, you’re free to fuck whoever you want tonight,” Hoseok tells you on the taxi ride there. “We don’t have to fuck each other.”

“Then why on earth are you paying me for this?”

He simply smiles and shrugs. “Out of the kindness of my heart? I feel like I should give you something for tagging along with me.”

“Just inviting me is enough,” you tell him. “Next time you don’t have to pay me.”

“Noted.”

At that moment, the taxi pulls up at the venue: Some wealthy aristocrat’s mansion on the edge of town. The place is huge, with tall white marble columns, completely hidden behind towering green hedges and a wrought iron gate. Everything about it screams luxury.

You and Hoseok make your way up the driveway after checking in with security at the gate. At this kind of party, you had to leave your phones and any device with recording capabilities at the gate, for obvious reasons. If you need to be contacted, there's an emergency line in which people could reach you. The moment you step through the door you're greeted by a vast foyer, decorated with marble and gold, and the loud thumping of music.

Beyond the foyer is a larger room filled with people wearing all sorts of costumes, and some not wearing anything at all. Stripper poles and mini stages are scattered around the room for guests to display themselves and their best seduction techniques. In the back of the room there’s an open bar, fueling guests to let loose and release their inhibitions. Waiters walk around the room, carrying trays full of champagne, hors d'oeuvres, and, most importantly, condoms. There are people grinding against each other on the dance floor, making out against the walls, and groping each other on the staircases on either side of the room. You know exactly what's beyond those stairs: private rooms for guests to act on every single one of their impulses and desires. Everywhere is lit with a dim red light, which causes the white balloons along the wall to appear a pale shade of pink.

Just when your eyes finish sweeping the room, a man appears at the second floor where the tops of the two staircases meet. He’s wearing nothing but black boxers, a teal silk robe decorated with an intricate, oriental gold pattern, and a black mask. He holds a cigar in one of his hands and leans on the railing.

Hoseok notices him too and nudges you. “That’s the host. He’s some insanely rich CEO. Super bougie. Can you believe the guy’s my age?”

You titter. “Are you saying people your age can’t be super bougie? Have you met yourself?”

He gasps dramatically and puts his hand on his chest in feigned shock. “Me? How am I bougie?”

“Hello, you hire a fucking escort, for god’s sake! Not just some random hooker you found in an alley, no offense to them, but you are aware of how much more I cost, right? And you’re also here at this sex party, held by this extremely rich man for extremely rich people, which you are by the way.”

Hoseok clicks his tongue. “Fair enough.”

You look up to see the host pluck a bell off a tray one of the waiters is holding and rings it to gather everyone’s attention. “Welcome ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between.”

At those words, your heart stops. “Shit,” you mutter. You recognize that voice anywhere. Many times has it commanded you get on your knees and beg for daddy.

Hoseok notices you tense up beside him. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“The host. He’s one of my clients.”

“Oh. We should say hi to him later th–“

“No!” you interrupt him. “He’s actually more of an ex-client. A few weeks ago he tried to get me to quit my job and marry him and I haven’t spoken to him since.”

“Oh. Then yeah, let’s not do that.”

“Honestly, I want to avoid him at all costs tonight.”

Hoseok nods. “Understood. I’ll do my best to make sure you two don’t cross paths tonight. Do you think he’ll recognize you, even with the mask on?”

“I don’t know, but at the same time, I don’t want to risk it.”

“If that’s the case, we should go somewhere else, because he’s headed this way.”

You look over and see Namjoon making his way down the staircase to mingle with the guests. Hoseok takes your hand and leads you through one of the side doors and into a hallway.

Apparently, this party is taking place in every nook and cranny of this mansion. Because no matter where you go, there are people.

There are more rooms down the hall from the main room, where large, luxurious pillows are strewn about the floor. Incense burns throughout the rooms, leaving the air thick and smoky. A perfect setting for the orgies that are taking place in them.

So this is how Namjoon gets his fill when he’s not with you, and now that his wife has left.

A waiter walks by with a tray of condoms and you grab a few and shove them in your bra.

“God, this is so cool,” Hoseok utters. “I’ve never been to one of these and I’ve always wondered what goes on. I mean I guess it was obvious since they’re called ‘sex parties,’ but oh man, this is some next level shit.”

“So, what do you think? You ready to get down?” You smirk at him.

“Hell yeah.” He smirks back.

The two of you walk over to the mess of moaning bodies on the floor and latch on to the first person you see. A girl grabs on to your arm and pulls you to the ground. She’s completely naked already and tugs at your corset, trying to get you to take it off. You just shake your head and kiss her, bringing a hand between her legs to rub her sensitive mound. She moans into your mouth when you curl two of your fingers and insert them into her dripping slit, using your thumb to massage her clit.

You break from the kiss to check on Hoseok. He’s grinding on a girl who’s leaving red lipstick marks all over his neck.

Bored with the fact that you won’t take off your clothes, the girl detaches from you and finds someone else, diving head first for some guy’s cock. You, too, find someone else. A lean, muscular guy whose hand grips onto your thigh so hard you feel it’ll leave a mark in the morning.

His mouth sucks on your collarbone while you grind against his hard length. Your shorts are thin and you can feel every bit of him through them. You moan as his tip teases your clit and coats the latex in a thin film of precum.

This one is also eager for you to take off your clothes, but you don’t want to, at least not yet. You want to have a little more fun before you go hard, because what’s sex without a little foreplay?

You push the guy off of you and stand up, looking for someone else to play with. You look around and realize that all the guys in this room are way too ready to plow themselves into you and you decide to leave and go back into the main room where the rest of the party is.

Noticing you get up, Hoseok does the same, and the next thing you know, he’s beside you as you walk out.

“You don’t have to come with me, you know. You said we can fuck whoever we want tonight, so you should go back and finish what you started.”

Hoseok looks back to find that the girl he was with has already latched herself onto the guy you were grinding on.

“She looks busy,” he states. “Also, I told you I would look out for you tonight and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

You smile at him. “Thank you.” You then proceed to make your way toward the main room, making sure not to trip over the entangled bodies on the floor. “I see your girl really liked that neck of yours,” you tease, staring at the red stains on Hoseok’s skin.

A blush creeps into his cheeks. “Yeah, I guess she didn’t get the memo about using whatever lipstick you have on.”

“Maybe if we see her again I can share my secrets,” you say, which causes Hoseok to laugh.

When you get to the main room, you see that the center of the room is getting a little too chaotic. There is an impenetrable cluster of people in the middle, all grinding and making out. You and Hoseok stay on the sides, sipping champagne while watching the guests dance on the poles. Thankfully Namjoon is nowhere to be found.

After a while, Hoseok grabs onto your waist and pulls you closer to him. “Let’s dance.”

You set your glass down and face him, feeling the beat pulsing through your body and losing yourself to the rhythm of the music. You don’t know how much time has passed before you have the wind knocked out of you as Hoseok presses you against the wall, trapping your body with his.

His face is less than an inch from yours and you can feel his breath on your nose. You stare at him, confused, before he answers the question you hadn’t yet asked.

“Namjoon is right behind us and he’s walking by.”

You don’t dare peek your head around Hoseok to get a better look and just take his word for it.

So you just stare at him, and he stares back. The music that you once felt vibrating throughout your whole body is now muffled, as if playing from a distant room and not the speaker right next to you.

Hoseok looks at your lips before meeting your eyes again. He holds your gaze for eternity.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Of course you can,” you breathe.

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, kissing you softly at first and then deepening it, opening his mouth to you and letting his tongue find yours. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck as he grabs onto your waist. You kiss him, and you want to keep kissing him. You had almost forgotten that Hoseok was one of your favorite clients. He was such a good kisser, and kissing him felt so right. You hadn’t seen him in so long that you forgot what he tasted like. Whenever you were with him, although you were the one being paid to make him feel good, he had a way of always making you feel good too.

He pulls back, and, reluctantly, you let him. Both of you are breathing hard now and he asks, “Do you want to take this upstairs?”

You nod, not being able to form coherent words. Hoseok leads you by the hand up the staircase into one of the many private rooms upstairs.

Every client thinks they’re special. Such was obvious with Namjoon. It’s the endorphin rush they get after orgasm that clouds their judgement. That’s why he asked you to marry him. He thought that the way you made him feel was a reflection of how you felt for him. Of course, like everyone else, he was wrong.

Hoseok, on the other hand, is an exception.

Namjoon was intriguing, sure, but it was his unpredictability that once captivated you. Now that same unpredictability is what scares you.

Hoseok is special. You think that if he weren’t your client, you would want to marry him. Maybe.

It might be the fact that he opts for the “girlfriend experience” when he books you, taking you out on dates, making you feel special before he takes you home and fucks you all night. And the way he makes your body feel is unlike any other one of your clients. He cares about making you cum just as much as making himself cum.

But of course he can never know that. You must keep things completely professional if you want to keep seeing him.

However, right now it’s really hard to stay professional. You just want to give in to him and lose yourself in him.

The two of you finally find an empty room and don’t even bother to close the door. With Hoseok, you don’t need a lot of foreplay; you’re always ready to take him.

He throws you down on the bed, and it’s obvious that someone has been here earlier. The bedding is rumpled and there’s a used condom in the wastebasket by the bed. Neither of you care. You wouldn’t be at one of these parties if you did.

“God, when you were making out with and touching that girl,” Hoseok breathes, “you looked so hot.” He’s kissing up and down your neck and jawline and running his fingers over your corset. “I know I said we don’t have to fuck each other tonight, but it’s so hard to not want you when you’re looking like this.”

You tell yourself he’s thinking with his cock and not his brain, so his words don't mean much. You’ve spent the last few years training yourself to keep your emotions in check, to only do what’s necessary to make your client cum, but with Hoseok is so fucking hard.

He is so fucking hard and you can feel him through his pants. You wrap your legs around his hips and pull him against you, getting some friction where it’s much needed.

The condom wrappers begin digging into your skin, so you pull them out of your bra and throw them on the bed.

Hoseok begins unclasping your corset. “Fuck,” he mutters, noticing how tight it is. “How do you breathe in this thing.”

“I don’t,” you jest, and he smiles.

After a bit of struggling, and ripping your stockings in your haste, both of you discard your clothes onto the floor in a mess of black and white. The two of you seem to have garnered an audience as you see a group of onlookers standing in the doorway.

"We have guests," you inform Hoseok.

"Shall we invite them to join us?" he asks with a cheeky grin.

"Not this time." You pull him on top of you and kiss him on the lips.

Having an audience is nothing new to you. Some of your clients are really into exhibitionism, so after a while, you stopped noticing or caring that they were there.

However, this was the first time you had an audience while with Hoseok, and it made everything feel so much more intense knowing that someone was watching you with him.

You've been with each other for so long that he knows exactly what to do to make you feel good. The two of you make love for over an hour as people come and go.

After the both of you cum so intensely, you lie there, holding each other and trying to catch your breath.

Hoseok buries his nose in your wig and murmurs, “You know, you’re my favorite person I’ve ever slept with.”

You heart skips a beat. “Really? Is it because I’m the most experienced?”

“Probably. You definitely know exactly how I like it.”

You press your forehead against his chest.

“You’re one of my favorite clients too,” you mumble, so quietly that you’re almost hoping he doesn’t hear.

Hoseok pulls back and uses a finger to lift your head to look at him. He then bends down and kisses you, and it feels so intimate that it startles you.

“Dollface.”

You pull apart and look up to see Namjoon standing amongst the audience.

“How’d you know it was me?” You ask, considering both you and Hoseok still have your masks on.

“I know what you sound like.”

You wince.

“Dollface, I’m sorry," he says, stepping forward.

You squirm, not quite comfortable with his gaze boring so deeply into you, and not wanting to hear his apology.

Hoseok notices your discomfort and gets up. “Leave her alone,” he says, walking toward Namjoon. “She doesn’t want to see to you.”

“Then why on earth did she come to my party?”

“I didn’t know this was your house,” you squeak.

Namjoon knits his brows together. “Please, Dollface. Forgive me. I miss you and I want you back.”

“I was never yours to begin with.”

A look of betrayal flashes across Namjoon's face.

Hoseok grabs your clothes and pushes you toward the door. “We’re leaving,” he tells Namjoon, and then leads you to the nearest bathroom and leaves you alone to redress.

In the bathroom, which is nearly the size of your entire apartment, also decorated in marble and gold with the bowl of the sink made from frosted glass, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Your mask is eskew, your wig is tangled, but your lipstick is still intact. You remove your mask and rinse your face, washing away your eyeliner and glitter, and attempting to wash away your unease.

You’re a bit shaken from your encounter with Namjoon, even though it is his party and running into him at some point seemed inevitable.

You throw your ripped stockings away and put on the rest of your clothes, taking deep breaths to relax yourself. Lastly, you put on your mask and step outside.

Hoseok is waiting for you in the hall, having already dressed himself. He places an arm around your shoulder and you hug his waist. “You alright?” He asks in a gentle, comforting voice.

You nod and bury your face in his bare chest, which smells like sweat, sex, and him. “Thank you,” you croak.

He nods. “Let’s get you home.”

He leads you out of the party and calls a cab.

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thesselsewhere · 7 years ago

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Six Months ( Marliza )

This is my first attempt at anything in the Hamilton fandom so feedback is appreciated! I am my own editor, so there may be some mistakes in it. Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and rape, although it doesn't get graphic

In Maria Lewis’s third POV

Maria Lewis is red. She wears is daily, prancing around in red cardigans, red dresses, red skirts, red pant, and red heels. Her makeup collection also consists of things shades of red; which shades, I guess we’ll never know.

However, the most noticeable red is her lips. Full, luscious, and the first thing everyone sets their eyes on. They’re stared at a lot, especially by the perverted boys in class or the streets. It unnerves her, so she sends glares that could kill to anyone that sends a suggestive gesture or two her way.

Maria still shivers with fear at the thought of James Reynolds, who did much more than making suggestive glances at her. James Reynolds is her nasty-ass, former boyfriend.

And it’s not surprising that to match her color theme, Maria has highlighted her think. curly hair red. It stands out, even in the midst of dark brown curls. However, this is not the reason Maria Lewis is red as of right now.

“ Eliza, what the hell are you doing,” Maria stated more than questioned. Eliza had leaped off the bed and started peeling off her clothes in their shared dorm.

Even after half a year of being together, Maria was still a flustered mess whenever her girlfriend decided to even just take off her shirt, with a bra still on. Why is she so damn beautiful, Maria thought as she gazed at her, aware of the flush spreading around her face and body.

“ Surely you remember it’s been exactly six months since we broke you up with that bitch of a boyfriend,” Eliza answered plainly, tilting her head at her girlfriends whilst showing off more of her chest. About half a year ago, Eliza found out that her crush ( Maria, obviously ) was being subject to abuse by her “ boyfriend”. Maria had come to class everyday with bangs in front of either eye, reclusive and timid, flinched at the slightest human contact, and limped every now and then.

Eliza had finished sixth period when she glimpsed in horror at a sight at the end of the hallway, a Maria cowering under the body of James Reynolds, who fondled parts of her body and occasionally slapping them too, including her face. Even from a distance, Eliza could see the bruises forming on Maria.

Reynolds noticed someone’s presence, and the two fled to the closest exit. Eliza’s attempt to chase them failed. Instead, she later came over to Maria’s house. After soothing and cuddling her for an hour, they eventually came up with a not-so-brilliant plan to separate the two. Long story short, James Reynolds ended up with a broken nose and 7 and a half years in prison.

Since then, Eliza and Maria have been lovers due to the fact that they have been smitten with one another since they became study friends.

( aaand back to the present )

“ Well, I would think so,” replied Maria, mildly surprised that Eliza was cursing. She was normally an adorable cinnamon roll. “ But that doesn't explain why you’re stripping in front of my face.”

“ Dearie, I am taking you on a date. And please don't decline. I’ve been planning this all week. Now go get dresses.”

“ You know I love you too much to say no to anything.”

“ Mhmm. I’ll keep that in mind for tonight.”

Maria stuttered for a response, but thought words were useless anyway. Despite Eliza’s bright and childlike behavior, she was definitely one to dirty talk. Only with Maria of course. Imagine her friends, and heaven forbid, her sisters finding out.

Maria hopped off the bed and started sifting through her clothes for anything decent. She hoped it wouldn’t be a super fancy place. Maria grabbed maroon pants and a white shirt with black and gray flowers on it, along with her swim team jacket.

For her, being on Columbia University’s swim team was one of the few ways she felt free while she was still dating James. the feeling of weightlessness and rush of cool water around her body was relieving. The swift bold strokes of her arms propelling her ahead of other teammates and competitors is exhilarating. Really though, she just enjoys being in water.

Eliza wore her signature teal sundress ( seriously, is that her whole wardrobe or something? ) and tied a green ribbon in her dark, straight hair. She had a little eyeliner and lipstick on.

The blue-clad girl watched Maria, following her to the sink to apply makeup. She suddenly wrapped her arms around Maria’s waist, making her squeak and drop the foundation brush.

“ Maria?” Eliza murmured into her love’s hair.

“ Yes babe?”

“ I love you, ‘kay? You don't need to put everything on. You look just as handsome and lovely without it. It’s just a simple date. Besides, it gives yah cancer.”

Maria leaned into Eliza’s touch, sighing as she contemplated her sweet girlfriend’s words.

“ I guess I can just put on lipstick then.”

Eliza responded by twisting Maria around and pecking kisses all over her face. The latter accidentally let out a quiet moan and Eliza giggled at her reaction, then turned away. She left the bathroom and into the bedroom.

“ Well I'm gonna go get our stuff ready, ya know,” Eliza stated somewhere in the bedroom. Remembering why they were on a date today, Maria tried to not recall the memories of James. Those times were in the past, times that consisted of a constant pining and longing for Eliza. Times that wanted Eliza, to touch her, to feel her presence when only the looming treat of her abusive, homophobic boyfriend was there.

Focus on the date. No times for thoughts of that son-of-a-bitch.

“ You ready Maria?”

“ Y-yeah, I’m coming! Just a moment!”

“ Alrighty.”

Eliza linked her arm with Maria as they walked out of their shared dorm and the building. Maria absolutely relished being in contact with the other girl and Eliza knew it.

The autumn weather felt very cool in New York, students and adults alike enjoying it before they had to huddle under layers of blankets and hot cocoa with friends and lovers.

“ So Eliza, what’s this great plan you have for us today?”

“ Hmm, well, uh, we’re gonna go lunch first? Or brunch? Food?” sounding more like a question than an answer. Maria barked a laugh, which raised the attention of the people walking/jogging by.

“ You dork, I meant where are we gonna eat?” Maria questioned once more while bopping Eliza’s nose.

“ Well? Where do you want to go?”

Dead silence.

“...you don't have a plan,do you?” Eliza didn't respond, opting to remain quiet.

“ Well, well, well. The tables have turned. Looks like I’ll be the one in charge. Lucky I’ve already got a place in mind. You know who Madison and Jefferson are, right?”

“ Um, yeah. They’re in my math and history class.”

“ Well, they went to this a couple times. They really loved it and kept chattering about it to me. Apparently, it’s got this wicked chicken and dessert selections. We could go there, if that’s what you want to do.”

Maria’s girlfriend whispered into her ear,” Course I do, it’s prolly some romantic place,” and gave her a few kisses on the cheek. It made Maria smile.

“ I’m pretty sure the place is called ' Element Café ‘ and it’s just right down the street.”

“ Sounds nice. Let’s go!” Eliza exclaimed while dragging Maria down the sidewalk. The couple practically ran down the pavement, earning amused looks from passerbys. It was a breezy autumn day, full of hope for a better life in New York City.

Maria is red, red from the laughter elicted by Eliza, and hope for just a wonderful anniversary with the wonderful angel called Eliza.

( end )

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aishaadkins · 5 years ago

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August is my birthday month.⠀ ⠀ Last year, I spent the day of my birthday sulking and feeling sorry for myself. This year, I recognize that I am blessed because I have family and friends who love me… and there are no borders, barriers, or bullies dividing us.⠀ ⠀ This year, I vow to be thankful for being able to spend another birthday with my parents, and do my best to support those who have been unjustly forced to spend birthdays, holidays, and other days of significance away from the people who love them the most.⠀ ⠀ What’s worse than being apart from your loved ones on a special day? Spending that day afraid inside of cold, unsanitary cage with no idea of when – or if – you will see your parent or siblings ever again.⠀ ⠀ Please join me in supporting @borderangelso, a San Diego-based “…all volunteer, non profit organisation that advocates for human rights, humane immigration reform, and social justice with a special focus on issues related to the US-Mexican border.”⠀ ⠀ Help this organization serve families on both sides of the border “…[by engaging] in community education and awareness programs that include guided trips to the desert to place water along migrant crossing routes as well as to the border to learn about the history of US-Mexico border policy and experience the border fence firsthand.”⠀ ⠀ [📸 Photo Credit: @borderangelso]⠀ ⠀ ⠀ [Image 1 Description: Black gift box with teal ribbon sits on dark stained wooden surface. Words over image read “Donate to Angel Borders for my birthday!” With Angel Borders logo.]⠀ ⠀ [Image 2 Description: Little girl with dark hair wearing a cat-ear headband faces chain-link fence and places little hand on the fence.]⠀ ⠀ [Image 3 Description: Men in foreground embrace in passionate hug; reporters in background with cameras.]⠀ ⠀ [Image 4 Description: Jug of water in foreground with the words “¡Te deseo suerte!” on the front. Red rock mountains in background.]⠀ ⠀ [Image 5 Description: Protest banner of painting that says “March without Borders.”] ⠀ [Image 6 Description: People carrying small wooden crosses with writing on them.]⠀ ⠀ #BirthdayBehavior #DonateNow #BorderAngels #FamiliesShouldBeTogether #ChildrenDontBelongInCages https://www.instagram.com/p/B0oYyaYp70_/?igshid=12eni0i9xe8r4

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kartiavelino · 6 years ago

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Inside country music’s sexy new style

The place have all of the cowboys gone? In the present day’s hottest country stars are getting a glamorous makeover, buying and selling their rhinestones for diamonds and ditching their cowboy boots for couture. Digicam-friendly chart-toppers equivalent to Kacey Musgraves, Kelsea Ballerini, Maren Morris and Kane Brown are identified not only for their crossover hits, however for turning heads in straight-off-the-runway pink carpet appears to be like, too. And with a whopping 10 Grammy nominations amongst them — together with for Album of the Yr, and File of the Yr — these cool crooners are utilizing style to stroll the road of conventional country artists turned mainstream powerhouses. “Main-label country stars have gotten related to the style world in a giant manner,” says Brenda Colladay, vice chairman on the County Music Corridor of Fame in Nashville, Tenn. “They’re getting garments by means of stylists, from main designers . . . now, you see the identical factor on the Country Music Awards that you just see on the Oscars.” It’s no accident that country stars are swapping their spurs for Christian Louboutins, says Kelsea Ballerini’s stylist, Siena Montesano. Kelsea Ballerini on the 52nd annual CMA Awards.Evan Agostini/Invision/AP “We’re constructing her up and making an attempt to raise her model,” says Montesano of the Finest Country Album nominee. Within the eight months they’ve been working collectively, Montesano says that she and the spunky 25-year-old have made a acutely aware effort to “take [Ballerini] away from the ‘younger lady sweetheart’ [look]” and exchange it with one thing “badass, sexy and daring.” Ballerini’s new, edgy vibe — which coincided with a success 2018 single, “This Feeling,” with pop duo the Chainsmokers — started with a haircut: Montesano inspired the singer to commerce her blonde, beachy waves for a smooth lengthy bob. Now, Ballerini appears to be like the half when she slides into couture. For the Country Music Awards pink carpet in November, Ballerini shocked in an ensemble befitting of any A-lister: a customized fuchsia Zac Posen robe and stylish David Yurman jewels. Montesano says that Posen and Ballerini met whereas filming an episode of “Mission Runway,” however basically, “manufacturers have gotten extra open, not simply to dressing [Ballerini], however to dressing individuals in country music.” That’s definitely been true for Maren Morris. The Finest Country Solo Efficiency Grammy winner’s breakthrough hit “The Center,” with digital music acts Gray and Zedd, earned her two nods at this 12 months’s ceremony; she acquired one other three nominations for solo tracks. The petite power-player can be the first-ever country artist to attain an unique modeling contract with Wilhelmina. However till lately, the 28-year-old songbird has struggled to search out her stylish. (Morris described her private style as “undoubtedly informal” in an October 2017 interview with Billboard. “I’m normally in yoga garments,” she mentioned.) Then, in early 2018, stylist to the celebrities Joseph Cassell — who has lengthy labored with crossover queen Taylor Swift — swooped in. Kacey Musgraves performs on Late Evening with Seth Myers.Lloyd Bishop/Getty Photographs Lately, Morris repeatedly steps out sporting fabulous designers, equivalent to Julien Macdonald and Versace. She additionally often wears flirty clothes from Turkish model Raisa & Vanessa, which function plenty of country-friendly prospers, together with crystals, ruffles, lace and fringe. Regardless of the style’s affection for 10-gallon hats, cap-toe boots and different down-home staples, Colladay says that there’s really a protracted historical past of country stars stepping up their style to impress their audiences. “It was a supply of pleasure,” she says. “You’d need to be sporting a swimsuit, you’d need to seem like a star . . . there was a way of [the audience being] hardworking individuals, so that you’d need them to have the complete leisure expertise, together with the way in which everybody appears to be like onstage.” Kane Brown’s stylist, David Thomas, says that country references are surprisingly straightforward to identify in up to date vogue, citing the teal “Nudie Swimsuit” — an embroidered two-piece rodeo look favored by music legends from Porter Wagner to Dolly Parton — that decidedly mainstream performer Put up Malone wore to the American Music Awards final October. Brown “loves vogue,” Thomas says, however doesn’t go for western kitsch. (Certain sufficient, Brown instructed The Put up final November that he gave up on his cowboy boots after highschool, when an previous buddy and roommate instructed him his look “wasn’t cool.”) Kane Brown at Dick Clark’s New Yr’s Rockin’ Eve With Ryan Seacrest final 12 months.Kevin Winter/Getty Photographs As a substitute, Thomas clothes Kane in labels equivalent to Gucci, Saint Laurent and the Los Angeles-based Amiri, all of which really feel fashion-forward however nonetheless herald some old-school iconography, says Thomas: “There’s this type of full-circle second proper now, as embroidery and snakes and cactuses and all these stuff you see [on old country artists] are coming again.” However the grasp of all high-fashion hat tippers is “Album of the Yr” contender Kacey Musgraves.Country’s “Golden” lady is fearless on the subject of making an attempt out head-to-toe runway appears to be like, whether or not it’s a dusty pink Altuzarra tuxedo or a mod-inflected, neon-orange quantity from Versace. However she’s at all times paying homage to the ladies who outlined the style, says Colladay. “I’ve seen quite a lot of references from her: Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, Rose Maddox and Patsy Cline,” she says. “What I see is somebody who desires to let individuals know that she’s nonetheless a local Texan . . . she’s shifting the music in new instructions, however she’s at all times going to be related to her influences.”Giovanni Delgado, Musgrave’s hair and make-up artist, confirms this. He says that Musgraves makes use of her present look to honor everybody from Crystal Gayle to Nancy Sinatra to Cher. And naturally, the “iconic,” raven-haired Priscilla Presley: “Kacey loves Priscilla. There was a present we did for ‘Austin Metropolis Limits’ — we did this massive Priscilla Presley hair with just a little ribbon.” And channeling her heroes comes naturally to Musgraves, says Delgado. “She grew up so country,” he says. “It’s in her blood. All of these references are simply embedded in who she is.” Share this: https://nypost.com/2019/02/08/inside-country-musics-sexy-new-style/ The post Inside country music’s sexy new style appeared first on My style by Kartia. https://www.kartiavelino.com/2019/02/inside-country-musics-sexy-new-style.html

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