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spice-jasmine-blog · 2 days
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Gotta make work days fun somehow
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aahanna · 2 months
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Once , Honey Singh said :
Kudiye ni tere brown rang ne, munde patt te ni saare mere town de
Koi kamm utte jaave na roti paani khaave na
Gori gori kudiyan nu koi munh laave na
Translation :
Hey girl, your brown complexion, has transfixed boys throughout my town.
No one's attending work, no one's touching their meals.
No one's paying attention to fair-skinned girls anymore
(brown rang lyrics)
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chillontheshore · 4 months
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hiii :)
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ohyouaintkno · 3 months
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Hmu! 🫶🏼
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sillygoose067 · 27 days
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Over the 7 Seas
Ch.12
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Charles Leclerc x Reader
Author’s Note: FYI, if you haven’t been following along closely since chapter 2, I had the OC be Indian/a brown girl— Just because I felt like we don’t get enough representation. So if you don’t like that, I guess just either live with it, or blur that piece of information out as you go. Also: did I use some random ass generator wheel for some of the super specific information? Yes. Will I change it? Probably not. Did I check if that kinda stuff was even possible? …Mayhaps.
When you finally make it into the restaurant and sit down to order, you immediately spot multiple people, mostly young women, pulling out their phones, trying to (not so) discreetly take photos and videos of the two of you. You could just imagine the headlines and hashtags trending the next day.
Charles is immune to this by now and smiles and waves at some of the phones, and ignores the majority of the others. 
Biting your lip, you scan through the menu. “Charles?”
“Hmm?”
“Would you mind recommending me something? I’ve never been here before”.
“Sure Chéri. Is there anything you don’t or can’t consume? I hate to assume, but I know that lots of Indians are vegetarian”.
“Ah, no. My family and I eat everything, so no worries”.
He orders a Tourte de Blettes for you and a Pissaladiere for himself.
“So. Tell me more about yourself.”
Not knowing how to go about this, you think for a while. “Well, I’m Indian, but I was born in Singapore, and brought up in America”. You count off a finger. “I was certified to be a music producer at a very young age, sometime in secondary school and I have a degree in forensic science. I really love singing, but usually only in my free time. I've actually been working at a producing studio here”. You scrunch your brows trying to recall any interesting details about yourself. “Um, I’m also a dance choreographer for a lot of Korean idol groups and produce music for them too, so I go over there from time to time… I don’t know. What exactly do you want to know?”
When you meet Charles’s eyes again, he’s looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. “You’re so cute, like a little angel. Mon ange” (My angel).
You blush in embarrassment. He asks you more about why you chose your major and what it’s like working with idols while you wait for your meals. “I’d love to hear you sing sometime”.
Just then, the waiter comes with your dishes. Whew, saved by the food! The aromas wafting off the delicious looking dishes are absolutely mouth watering, as if the sights weren’t enough. You begin to split your food in half, and he asks what you’re doing. “Oh- well, my family and I always split our meals equally to try everything, Sorry, I did that out of habit– I can take the piece back–”
“I think I quite like that idea. Here”, He splits his meal and gives it to you as well. 
After dinner, the two of you decide to split the bill, because you were unwilling to let Charles pay in full, regardless of whether or not he earned more than you. 
As you walk back home, hand-in-hand and discussing common interests, you find yourself leaning your head on his arm, and later, with his arm around your shoulder. 
When you reach the door to your apartment, he turns to you and moves a strand of hair out of your face. “I liked getting to know you tonight, and I hope you will give me the chance to take you out again”. You make a sound of agreement. Knowing that you aren’t quite ready to have your first kiss yet, you pull him down slightly and get on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek. He smiles and kisses the crown of your head in return, and then ushers you into your home. 
When he leaves, you send him a text. Thank you for the best first date ever.
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audrinawf · 1 month
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where have you been? Xx
can you guys guess? 😳
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cass6zare · 1 year
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#c_zare__
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blackanklets · 1 year
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The slit dress, anklet and heels did the trick. Poor hubby begged to cum on my dress. I allowed and now he owes me a Dior. Bonus: He licked my feet clean like no pedicure ever could!
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colebabey888 · 5 days
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amoxcycellin · 5 months
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Terushka Ven Photographed by Gary Huddlestone
Half Indian model Terushka Ven flaunts her tight body and flat stomach in a tiny bikini
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philameangrey · 6 months
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v-starl1ght · 2 years
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the vibe i wanna give off <3
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