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dreamgirledward · 5 months
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trying so hard to figure out if it's cold enough to wear my mom's old fur jacket bc I always miss the window in the year when it's just cold and dry enough to wear a thin layer underneath it.......
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susoriginals · 6 months
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Vintage Men's Beige Tan Faux Suede Suedette Sport Coat Blazer The Gallery by Haggar Marked Size 44 fits size 42 Chest =42" Only $4.99
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hoodharlow · 4 months
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Erasing Myself From the Narrative
AN: Y'all remember that angsty fic I scrapped? Well I brought it back and changed it up
Requested? No
Warnings: angst, Jack being 🤨🤨🤨, OC picking herself over Jack and smut
Word Count: 5.5k words
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Luna tugged on her vintage snakeskin cowgirl boots and went to her closet for her suede beige trench coat. She grabbed her phone from its charger. She ran down the stairs when she heard the doorbell. She opened the door and threw her arms around her best friend of ten years, Jack. 
"I missed you!" Luna hugged him tighter.
"I missed you too." Jack held the back of her head and his other arm was around her back, dangerously close to her ass. 
"How was LA?" She asked, pulling away from the hug.
"What I should be asking you is: how was Paris?" He grinned. 
Luna had been in Paris the last few weeks interviewing with Givenchy. She had informally worked with them before to make some designs for Jack’s tour outfits. But Matt Williams, the creative director, reached out to her personally and asked her to send in her portfolio. 
She had a passion for fashion, Bratz pun intended. Thanks to her volleyball scholarship she was able to major in it when she went to Cornell. After graduating, she didn't have much luck finding jobs, even with her experience of working with designers and with small brands through summer internships. 
"I got the job." She shrugged like it was no big deal. 
"I fucking knew you would. What does the grilf think?" He asked.
The grilf was Luna’s grandmother. She was raised by her grandmother (and grandpa until he passed away a few years back) because her mom was a flight attendant and traveled a lot for work. Luna was a splitting image of her grandma from when she was in her twenties. Now at sixty, she looked just beautiful.  
Jack would joke that if he was her grandma's age, he would have been able to pull her. But her abuela was never moved by his charisma and laughed in his face when he would try to flirt with her. She would tell him to go for someone closer to his age range: ei. Luna. 
"I was going to tell her but I wanted to tell her in person. I was jet-lagged and slept the whole day. When I woke up, I found a note saying that she went to her book club." She explained. 
For a woman in her early sixties, Abuela had a more active social calendar than Luna. Luna had friends, but she was just very cautious of her actions and didn't do anything that could lead to any life altering consequence. Unlike her mom who did whatever she wanted with no second thought, which was how she had Luna as a high school sophomore. Luna saw what being careless could do and she did everything in her power to now get caught up in any mess. So she stayed to herself as much as possible, didn't partake in drinking or smoking like some of her friends, or had one night stands. She had her hookup, Jason Peralta, but that was as laid back as she got. She was the mom-friend of the group. The one who made all her friends send their locations and did multiple rounds when they would go out to make sure no one left. 
"I found out before the grilf? Wow, I feel honored." Jack grinned. 
"Don't, you just happened to be here." Luna shrugged.
"Man, fuck you. I'm leaving you and watching the new M. Night Shyamalan movie by myself." He frowned.
"That's fine, I'll hit up Jason." She pulled out her phone, waiting for him to call her bluff.
She wasn’t going to hit him up. If anything, she was going to just bury herself under blankets and  eat the whole pot of albondigas Abuela made while watching some Channing Tatum movies. Jason had called her earlier to see if she wanted to come over but she said no because she was meeting up with Jack. 
Jason and Luna have been on and off friends with benefits since she moved back to Louisville. Whenever they were off it was because he got to know some girl but it never worked out with his schedule. Jason played for Louisville FC and was constantly traveling which was why his agreement with Luna worked so well. They knew what they had was purely physical and if they didn’t know each other the way they did, they would have become a couple, but it never worked out. Sure they would go on an occasional date but there was an underlying agreement that it wasn’t going to develop into something serious. Another reason why it could never work out was because Luna had feelings for Jack.
Though she knew better than to act on her feelings. In the last ten years Jack never gave her a second glance. Luna was just one of the guys. She was his friend, his confidant. The one that helped him get the girl, never the girl. 
“Anyways,” Jack cut her off thoughts, “we should get going because I need to stop for gas. 
“Yeah, let’s go.” Luna nodded. 
She grabbed her mini leather bag that matched her suede trench coat. She checked that her essentials: spare cash, lip gloss, chapstick, hair ties, gum and tampons were in her bag. She swiped her keys from the large bowl by the small table by the front door and made her way outside with Jack. She locked the house and texted Abuela that she had left and would call her later. 
Jack opened the passenger door for her. He averted his gaze away from her ass when she removed her coat before climbing on. Her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing her long toned legs. Jack closed the door and went to his side. When he opened the door, he found Luna’s ass in the air as she put her things in the backseat. Her cropped knitted sweater fell down, showing off her lavender and it took everything in Jack to not ask her if her panties matched her bra. 
“All set?” he asked when sat back on her seat. 
“Yeah,” she nodded, connecting her phone to his car. 
Jack drove to Costco to fill up his car. He pulled on his hoodie and covered his face while he waited outside his car as the gas filled up. He was typing away on his phone. She figured he was making sure everything for his and Urban’s birthday party was set. Though she didn’t miss the soft smile he had as he shook his head and typed some more. Luna felt a twinge of unease in her stomach but pushed it aside. Nothing could ruin her night with Jack.
*
Luna choked on her wine, trying her best not to laugh so hard at the story Jack was telling her of him and Clay at one of his rec soccer games. They went to eat dinner after their movie. Jack called in earlier and booked them a private room. He didn’t want the other nosy guests to film them for Luna’s privacy. He rarely posted her when he hung out with his friends because his fans always turned one post into the most elaborate conspiracy theory. He just wanted Luna to himself. He didn’t see his life without her and he would protect her with his whole being. 
Their server came by with the check. Luna reached for it, but Jack swatted her hand away. He put a few hundred bills on the leather folder and placed it on the edge of the table. 
“When are you leaving to paris?” Jack asked her, sipping his water.
“April, I have a few weeks to figure out my living situation. But Matt wants me in Paris as soon as possible so we can get started on the Spring/Summer show in June.” She said before eating some more tiramisu.
“So you won’t be here for the Derby?” he asked, almost pissed. He tightly gripped his cloth napkin, his already white knuckles turning Casper white. 
“One, relax, and two, no I won’t be there for the Derby. I can maybe try to be home but I don’t know.” Luna smoothed out his hand. 
“Sorry, I just wanted you here because I’m dropping my album around that time.” He said.
“You already finished your album? Oh my god, that’s insane.” 
She knew he’d been working on his album for a while. When she visited him on tour to get some outfits fitted for him, she could tell he was going through it. After one of his shows in Denver, he practically broke down in his hotel room and told her how exhausted and burnt out he felt. But he had to push himself because he knew he had a lot of people counting on him and he couldn’t let them down. They put a lot of faith in him since the start of his career and he was eternally  grateful for their support. Luna was the one to convince him to get back into writing for the sake of writing not for work. Little by little he built an album 
“I have a few songs that need to be finalized and trimmed but it’s done. The label is aiming for a late April release.” 
“That’s exciting. Are you going to do a mini CD signing tour like you did with the last album?” she asked, finishing her glass of chardonnay.
“Nah, I’m thinking of just letting this one speak for itself.” 
“Well I better get my own signed CD.” 
“Of course you are, I can’t break tradition,” he grinned.
They finished their desserts and made their way back to his car. Jack had his arm over her shoulders and Luna wrapped her arm around his back. Once in his car, Jack connected his phone and played her a few of his songs from his album. The one that stuck out to her the most was Blame on Me. She’d seen first hand the dynamics between his brother and dad but she never expected him to write a full song about it. But he did it in the most beautiful way. She was an only child that didn’t meet her dad and was raised by her grandparents. Despite that she was able to relate to it. That’s what she loved about Jack’s song writing. No matter how corny and braggadocious or personal the songs were, there was something that was able to strike home. 
Abuela’s red Audi was parked in the driveway by the time Jack pulled up to Luna’s place. 
“Let me walk you.” Jack said, unbuckling his seat belt before she could tell him no. 
Luna nodded and followed suit. They walked up the steps. Jack stayed back one step while she was at the very top. They were of equal height. 
“I’m glad we hung out tonight. I missed you..” Luna said.
“I missed you too. We should do something again before you leave for Paris.” Jack said, pulling her into a hug. 
They hugged for what felt like an hour and pulled back a bit, still in each other’s arms. Their eyes’ met with bright smiles. ‘Now or never’, Luna thought to herself. She leaned in to him, but Jack pulled back. 
“I’m sorry Luna, but I have a girlfriend.” 
She immediately burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Those two glasses of wine…” she trailed. “I’m sorry sorry. Um, I’m gonna go inside and pretend like that didn’t happen.”
“Luna wait,” 
“Good night sir,” she said, saluting him in a terrible British accent she did when she was embarrassed and wanted to get out of a situation. “I shall see you tomorrow kind sir.” 
She entered her home without letting Jack get another word in. 
*
Luna reached in her coat and pulled out a sky blue envelope. Inside was a birthday card with a letter she wrote for Jack. She didn’t have the guts to say goodbye. She looked over to where he was. He was standing off to the side while she took pictures with her friends and they all gathered around Kathryn, his girlfriend. Even she couldn’t deny that they looked good together. According to Urban she was one of the daughters of the co-founders of the label Jack was signed to. They’ve been seeing each other for a few months so it was still pretty new. 
Though what Luna couldn't wrap around her head was that he never mentioned Kathryn in their three hour long facetime calls. If she knew she would have kept her distance and not acted as impulsive as she did the night before. 
But now knowing this made leaving for Paris much easier. After her embarrassing almost-kiss, she spent the better half of the night looking for flights to Paris. She spoke to her grandma, leaving out the kiss, and they were leaving at night to New York since there weren’t any direct flights from Louisville to Paris. Abuela was joining her for the week so they could go apartment hunting so she could get settled as soon as possible. 
“Hey I didn’t think you’d show.” Clay said, pulling her into a hug. 
“I just came by to say hi.” she told him. 
“You’re not staying?” he frowned. 
“I’m needed in Paris and I have to leave tonight.” She looked at the envelope. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Of course.” He nodded.
“Give this to Jack later.” Luna handed him the envelope. 
“You can give it to him now. He’s around here.” Clay looked sound for his brother. He caught Jack’s gaze and waved him over. He was aware of the feelings she had for Jack. “You should–”
“I’m in a rush.” She put the envelope in his hands. She gave him a tight hug. “Thank you.”
Luna squeezed his shoulder and grabbed her coat. She passed Jack and didn’t give him a second glance as she exited the venue. 
Jack frowned and began to walk in her direction, but he was stopped by some friends and pulled to the photobooth. When he finally pulled away to go to the parking lot, Luna was gone. He went back inside, going straight to Clay. 
“Why didn’t Luna stay?” he asked his brother. 
“She had to go.” 
“Go where?” 
“Paris, she was called to leave sooner.” 
“Fuck,” Jack pushed back his curls. He pulled out his phone and called her so he could at least meet her at the airport to say goodbye. 
He’d been so busy, caught up with making sure Kathryn was comfortable that he didn’t know when Luna arrived. He wasn’t sure if she’d come after their almost kiss. An almost kiss that happened at the most inopportune time. If he was being honest, years ago he’d used to think it would be him and Luna that would have gotten together. But he could never bring himself to share his feelings for her. Mostly out of fear that she didn’t feel the same. He would rather spend a lifetime having her as his best friend instead of losing for the rest of his life. 
“What the hell?” he said to himself when the call didn’t go through. He tried again and the same thing happened. He looked at Clay and in a panicked voice he asked, “Can you call her? I think I have spotty service.” 
“Babe, Neelam said it’s time to cut the cake.” Kathryn said, walking over.
“Can you tell her to wait five minutes? I’m trying to–”
She cut him off with her nose turned upward. “Jack, your friends are getting a bit rowdy. Let’s do it now, yeah?” 
“Fine,” he gave in. He looked at Clay before walking towards the cake and gave him a pleading look to try to get a hold of Luna.
Clay nodded and texted Luna. She replied almost instantly and told him to tell Jack to leave her alone. He cursed, unsure how to tell his big brother that without breaking his heart. Luckily Jack’s coat was draped over a chair. He slipped in Luna’s envelope in the inside pocket and went to his brother, ready with a lie about how he had shitty service too.
* June * 
“How many other secrets were you hiding from me Kathryn?” Jack asked too calmly for someone who just overheard their now ex-girlfriend say she tried to baby trap him because she got financially cut off from her dad. 
“Jack–”
“Do you really think I was that stupid to fall for your shit? I’m sorry you’re not fucking responsible and got cut off by your dad, but you won’t use me for your bullshit. Please get your shit, leave my key and never fucking contact me ever again.” he said.
“When my dad finds out–”
“The same dad that cut you off because you spent your trust fund on partying? Yeah go ahead and call him. I was just on the phone with him and he also heard what I heard.” he crossed his arms.
“Fuck you!” she stormed off to their room.
She had moved in two weeks ago to his apartment in Atlanta and was barely settling in so it didn’t take long for her to pack up. A few minutes later she came back to the living room with her things. In her hand was a blue envelope. 
“Here, I found it in your jacket the night of your birthday party.” She said, handing it to him.
Kathryn left without another word. Jack made a call to the lobby and had her removed from the list of people that could be taken up to his penthouse. He then blocked her number and removed her from social media. While he packed for his Europe work trip while he went through all protocols about the break up with Neelam and had her make sure all NDAs were signed. 
Once he was done packing and Jack tore the envelope from the side and carefully took out the birthday card. He recognized Luna’s loopy writing. He began reading:
Jack there’s no easy way of saying this, but I’m in love with you. I have been for years. I don’t know when or how, but I am. And because of that, I’m leaving Louisville. I can’t be in the same place you are knowing I can’t be with you. I think it’s best if we end whatever friendship we have here. 
I need time to figure out who I am. I can’t keep seeing myself as the girl who’s pining over her best friend when you’re in a relationship.despite how I feel about you, I’m happy you found someone who you can love that same way I wished you loved me. 
Thank you for all these years of friendship. I’m sorry this is how I said goodbye, but it’s for the best.
-Luna 
Jack turned the paper around to see if there was more. He checked the envelope. The only other thing inside was her half of the strip of pictures they took in a photobooth a few years back. He kept his other half in his wallet. He used to keep it tucked in his phone case, but when he started dating Kathryn, he switched it to his wallet. 
He ran his thumb over Luna. He hadn’t seen her in almost four months and they felt like hell. He’d been in Boston for a few weeks filming a new project. He put himself into work. When he wasn’t working on music, he was filming something.. 
He hadn’t seen or heard from Luna since she left. She stayed true to her word and never contacted him. She blocked him on all social media. He’d even visited Abuela to ask about her but she always gave him vague answers about her whereabouts. All he knew was that she was in Paris, but he didn’t know how she was or if she liked the city. Well he knew she liked the city. 
The first time they had gone was on a class trip in eleventh grade and snuck out to see the city. He still remembered how in awe she was at the lights and how lively the people were. That was when he realized he had feelings for her, but he was too scared to act on them. More than anything he wanted Luna in his life and he didn’t want to risk anything. So for years he kept that to himself. He felt like an absolute idiot for not seeing that Luna felt the same. 
“Is this some fucked up joke?” He said to himself, crumbling up the letter. 
He sat down on the couch and rubbed his face in frustration. He couldn't believe he’d been so blind to see who he wanted the whole time had also felt the same about him. He made an incredibly big mistake and now he had to face the consequences of it. 
*
Jack’s knee couldn’t stop bouncing his knee as he and Urban approached the Givenchy after party. They had attended the show just a few hours ago, but were invited to the dinner and after party. His team was able to get him and Urban seats at the last minute. He’d been in Cannes the last few days for work and performances so he hadn’t had a chance to see Luna. 
He thought he was going to see her when he was getting his fittings, but she was working on a different floor. Then when he sat next to her grandmother at the fashion show, he thought she was going to approach them, but she didn’t. She walked out with Matt and everyone else that helped with the collection. She waved and turned on her heel to go back backstage. He hoped to see her at the dinner but she spent the whole time showing off her grandmother. He had low expectations of seeing her in the club because she was a homebody. If anything he would make up some excuse to go to the Givenchy house the next day. 
Jack had been at the club for less than five minutes and he felt exhausted and drained. He excused himself and went down to the bar to order sparkling water with cranberry and pineapple juice. There were three bartenders at the bar. Two of which were hard working, getting drinks out as fast as they could while the one next to Jack was busy flirting with a red head. Jack rolled his eyes and sat back waiting until the crowd lessened. 
A hand smacked down on the bar close to the bartender. “There’s a million people waiting for their drinks. If you could get your dick out of your brain for three seconds and make them that would be fucking great.” 
Jack recognized that voice.
“Luna?” 
She turned over and her face paled. 
“Um, hi.” she said.
Jack frowned. “Hi? That’s all you have to say after I haven't heard from you in months?” 
“This is not the place.” Luna said, not looking at him. 
“Babe, I told you to wait for me.” someone said. 
A tall guy with dark brown skin wrapped his arm around Luna’s shoulders. He gave Jack a once over, unimpressed. 
“Dominic, relax. I know him.” Luna shrugged her arm off him. 
“Oh than fuck, I used up my straight voice with Vivi.” Dominic said in a more salacious voice. He nodded his head at Jack. “So who’s this?”
“An old friend from Louisville.” she answered vaguely. 
“Right.” Jack’s jaw clenched. 
Without another word he got up and went back to Urban, who was with a group of models that hung to his every word. 
“Um wow, you were rude. What’s the drama there? Clearly y’all weren’t just friends.” Dominic prodded. 
Luna pretended she didn’t hear him and her eyes followed Jack. He waved to a few women who called his name as he went up the steps to the VIP section. He leaned over to Urban and whispered in his ear. They bro hugged and Jack was going back down the steps. 
“Tell Vivi, I’m not feeling well and called an Uber.” she told Dominic. 
She didn’t wait for a response. She gave him a side hug and trailed after Jack. 
“Jack, wait!” she yelled when they were outside. 
He turned around. “What, Luna?” he snapped.
“I’m sorry.” she said quietly. 
“For what exactly? For dismissing me to your friend like I’m nothing? Like this hasn’t been the worst few months of my life because you left?” He went off.
“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND JACK!” She waved her arms angrily. “What was I supposed to do? Watch you live your life with your girlfriend while I still pine for you? I needed to be away for my own sake and sanity.” 
“We broke up.” Jack revealed. 
“What are you talking about?” 
“If I had known sooner that I had a chance I would have acted on it, Luna.” 
Before she could ask him what he meant, he captured her lips with his. The kiss was slow like a test in the waters. Lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his other arm as his lips dominated her. Luna whimpered into his mouth when Jack deepened the kiss. They pulled away, breathless, Luna realized they somehow ended up back at Jack’s hotel suite. 
“I fucking love you, Luna.” Jack murmured against her lips.
“I love you too, Jack.” She smiled.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”  
“Me too.” 
With that Luna pulled Jack into another deep kiss. Without breaking their kiss, he grabbed the back of her thighs and picked her up. He carried her down the hall to his room. Jack tossed Luna on the bed and slipped off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. Luna reached over and unzipped her leather calf length boots, a birthday present from Jack when he first earned his first big royalties check, and placed them on the floor. 
He crawled on top of her and gently pulled her chin, bringing her lips to his. One of her hands found its way to Jack’s curls while the other dug its nails onto his back. She moaned out into his mouth, feeling his hips rut against her core. She shifted around so her legs were more open for him to move more comfortably. They continued to kiss as their hips kept moving in sync with each other.
“Wait.” she pushed him off her.
“Are we moving too fast? I’m sorry–”
“No, I have to check in with my grandma so she doesn’t think I got kidnapped like in that one Liam Neeson movie.” 
She went to the living room part of his suite where they discarded their jackets and her bag. She quickly sent her grandmother a text that she was catching up with Jack and that she won’t be home until the morning. Abuela replied instantly with a ‘finally’ and a ‘use condoms’. She rolled her eyes and joined Jack in bed. 
Jack gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and returned to kissing down to her chest. He pushed up her dress until it was off of her, revealing her breasts to him. He tweaked one of her nipples while he nipped and sucked her other breast. Satisfied with the love bites on her chest, he kissed down her stomach to the band of her panties. 
Luna cleared her throat making him look up at her. “You’re clean right? I don’t have condoms, but I’m on the IUD.” she asked. 
“Yeah, I haven’t been with anyone since Kathryn.”
After their break up, he got tested and came out clean.
“Okay cool.” Luna nodded. 
Jack sat back on his knees and pushed her legs open. Her arousal glistened through the lace of her panties. Luna lifted her hips, so he could remove her panties. He slowly pulled them off and tossed them to the side then climbed back in bed. He licked his lips and placed her legs over his shoulders. 
Shamelessly, he spit on her clit and sucked it, making her moan. Then he wiggled his tongue at her entrance. He moaned out at her taste. It was taking everything in him not to ravish her. He took his time with her, savoring her. Minutes passed when he finally slid his middle and ring finger in her. She gasped at his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair pulling it for relief.
“Fuck!” She moaned out. He sped up his fingers then he slipped them out of her and rubbed her clit, bringing her to her climax. 
“Jack!” She repeated his name over and over as she came. Jack licked her release and laid back next to her. Luna rolled over and placed her leg over his waist. 
“I love you.” She said softly. She stretched over to kiss him. 
“I love you too, Luna.” he mumbled against her lips.
Jack pushed her hips so she was directly on top of his crotch. They kissed for what seemed like hours. Teasing touches here and there, only to end up wrapped up in each other’s arms. Jack was hugging her back while Luna placed her hands on his chest. She slowly moved her hips against him. 
“I always knew our first time would be with you on top.” Jack commentted. 
“You’re so fucking corny.” Luna laughed, covering her mouth. 
Jack pulled her hand away and sat up so he could kiss her properly. Luna reached between them and slowly stroked Jack. Then she lifted her hips, lining herself over his cock. She slowly slid all the way down his length. She moaned out at how good Jack felt inside her. She rocked her hips against him, getting used to him. She slowly bounced herself up and down while continuing to rock her hips against his. He sat up and brought her closer to him. Luna’s arms tightened around his neck. Jack bucked his hips upwards to meet her thrusts and she let out a soft moan.
“Feel so good, Jack.” she whimpered.. 
Her orgasm came out of nowhere. She clung to Jack as she continued to ride him. He still kept thrusting into her through her orgasm. But he slowed down, letting her come back from orgasm only to take her once more. 
“Want you to finish in my mouth, Jack.” Luna said, pushing back his sweaty curls. 
“Yeah, whatever you say.” 
Luna playfully rolled her eyes and shifted her body so she laid horizontally. She spit on his length and slowly jerked him off with both hands. She slipped him as far as she could take him. He let out an incoherent sound until she reached the back of her throat. She did it a few more times, egging him on. 
She pulled away, with a trail of saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth, and kissed down his length. Luna slowly bobbed her head up and down his length, getting her mouth used to him. She took him a little deeper each time. One of his hands gripped the back of her head, keeping her in place as he thrusted into her mouth. Luna let out soft moans. Her hands gripped his legs, nails digging into his thighs. She continued to stroke him as he came, taking all of his release. She cleaned him up and cuddled next to him.
“So we did that…” Luna trailed off after a few moments of silence.
Jack pushed himself up against the headboard. “Do you regret it?” 
“Do you?” She asked.
“Fuck no.” 
“Okay, good.” She giggled. The bed sheet covering Jack’s waist caught her attention. There was a large tent shape formed. “Already? It wasn’t even five minutes.”
“My dick can’t help that you’re finally naked with me and not a figment of my imagination.” 
“I guess we should do something about that.”
“We should.” 
Jack gently pushed her back on the bed. They slowly kissed, having all the time of the world. Unbeknownst to them was that Urban had entered his suite and was going to give Jack some information about Luna that he acquired. He unlocked the door separating his suite and Jack’s. 
“Yo, you better buy me some blunts with all this shit I have for you– ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Urban yelled, pulling off his soundproof headphones. 
Jack covered Luna before Urban could get a look of her face. “Dude, what the fuck?”
“What the fuck? That’s all you have to say? Here I thought my best friend was fucking heartbroken but you’re out here getting his dick wet. I went out of my way to get you some info on Luna.”
“Hi Urb.” Luna sat up, covering her chest. 
Urban took in the scene in front of him. “Nevermind. I’ll let y’all continue. Pardon me for interrupting.” 
He put on his headphones and went back to his suite. 
“Sorry.” Jack mumbled.
“Don’t worry about it. Nothing could ever embarrass me after my grandparents walked in on me and my date for junior prom.” she said. 
“True and I didn’t get the condom stuck in your pussy like bitch ass Tristian.” Jack said.
“I completely forgot my date’s name. How do you remember?” 
“I had to keep tabs on my competition.” He shrugged. “And I won.” 
“Is that so?” She arched an eyebrow.
“You’re naked with me in Paris. I call that a win.” 
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verysium · 1 month
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blue lock boys as assassins (au i guess?), i hope you could include Oli, Yuki and Barou!
anon you have me at crossroads because the very idea of an assassin AU spawns an infinite glitch of possibilities....🤔 like mafia underground syndicate assassin? or like solitary mysterious hitman type of assassin? or even better could this be ninja/shinobi stealth warrior assassin? i'm going give a general description though:
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oliver is the laid-back good guy. escorts you to the bar, drinks on him. claps every passerby on the back as if he personally knows them. you think he's alright. not too handsome and just the right amount of ruggedness. he offers you a good time, so you two hit off for the night. and that's where everything starts to go downhill. one shoot-out, intense knife fight, and grueling police chase later, you pant for dear life against the side of a brick wall in some torn up alley because it turns out your one-night stand was actually an assassin for japan's largest underground syndicate.
you grip your broken heel tightly in one hand, body collapsed against the brick cornerstone as you seethe, the condensation of your gasping breath forming tendrils in the cold night. you reach up a hand to wipe the sweat off your face. it comes back red, the meticulous hours of applying your makeup wasted when you see the damning smears of lipstick. this was not the type of fun you signed up for on a friday night.
"oliver, what the fuck was that?"
he laughs sheepishly, cocking his gun back with ease before he lights up a cigarette, palm cupping the flame. he turns, then walks over two bodies without blinking, suede shoes clicking against the cobblestone. you're angry at him, but he doesn't care, wrapping an arm around your waist, nose buried in your hair.
"just a side hustle, sweetheart. come on, let's get you home."
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yukimiya is the sweet, unassuming literature student. he came home from university to help his grandmother out over the summer, manning the front counter of her antique oddities shop. you like him. he's awkwardly charming, a little too zealous for the job, but still endearingly kooky. you have him pinned down as the sad poet type. the kind of person who wears the same knitted cardigan every day, complete with horn-rimmed glasses and 1940's gingham elbow patches. he can handwrite a sonnet in less than a minute, gift-wrap your purchases in record time. you let him buzz around you while you make your daily visit to his shop, listening to him talk about the collections of radioactive glassware, the vintage phonograph in the corner, and the rare edition of Gutenberg bibles sitting silently in the old book section.
"you know, you really don't have to do that."
he peers up at you owlishly, dark brow furrowed before you point out the spool of twine in his hand, the way he's carefully folding the newspaper around the edges of the new vase you purchased. he laughs, shrugging off your concerns with a wave. you catch a brief whiff of his cologne, the subtle scent of mint and toluene. maybe a hint of vanillin too.
"don't worry about it miss! gift-wrapping is a free service. i'll even add two complimentary trinkets if you'd like. we have a clearance section that's been slow to sell. you could even take a few for free."
"i'm alright. thanks for the offer though." he nods, fingers delicately tying a bow before he places your vase in a bag, fluffing up the tissue paper on top. you smile to yourself when you see the intricate lettering of the card he snuck in. must've been another one of the love poems he wrote. you know how the saying goes.
roses are red. violets are blue.
by the time you step out the shop, the door chime twinkles in the distance, a peal of bells to signal your departure. from behind the windows and glass paneling, he watches your figure trail down the sidewalk, winter coat fluttering in the wind. his eyes darken beneath the tortoiseshell frame, finger moving down the yellowed pages of his accounting book before crossing off another name. he doesn't even look up when he hears the loud honking and screams, the sound of a body hitting the pavement.
one is dead, and so are you.
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barou is probably the most obvious one. very upfront about the work he does. the only caveat is that you can never trace his work back to him. he cleans up way too well. always shoots his targets through the eye because it's less of a mess that way. leaves absolutely no evidence at the murder scene. i picture you as one of the unfortunate victims caught up in the fray. collateral damage, as he likes to call it.
"you know, i've never met someone so equally stubborn and stupid."
you glare at him, throat sore and aching as you scream through your gag, cursing him out in every language in existence. he merely stares down at you, arms crossed and eyebrow arched in amusement. you struggle for a good minute, flopping around like a fish as you try to free yourself from your bonds. how the hell do you go from taking an errand trip to the grocery store to getting kidnapped and tied up in a man's trunk?
"what's that? couldn't hear you from all the noise."
god, you want to strangle him. you heave a breath, swallowing the bitter taste of your own spit when he finally unties the gag, your lungs gasping for air.
"i said...you think i'm the stupid one? you're the one who tied me up!"
"because you wouldn't stop squealing like a pig."
"you were trying to kill me!" he snorts derisively at your comment, his red eyes piercing and haughty. the loud thump of the trunk door closing reverberates throughout the parking garage before you find yourself face first on the pavement, body dumped unceremoniously on the ground. he looks down at you dismissively, wiping the dust off his hands.
"nah, i'd save myself the hassle."
your eyebrow twitches in irritation, jaw dropping at that violation. oh, it was personal now. he deserved capital punishment. strangling would be too merciful. you try to get back on your feet, a task that proves all the more difficult with your legs bound and arms twisted behind your back. he merely waits, as if knowing when you'd finally give up, sinking at his feet in defeat.
"you done?" you nod your head, slumping down into the concrete. your voice becomes small and sheepish by the time you raise your face to look at him.
"can't you just...let me go? i promise i won't say anything." he rolls his eyes, swinging you over his shoulder in one fell swoop, locking the car with a resounding beep. you start to panic when you feel him carrying you to the garage exit, vision swirling with nothing but concrete and the solid sound of his combat boots.
"wait....wait! i swear to god! please just let me go. i won't tell a soul."
"nope. can't have any witnesses." you feel a handkerchief come up at engulf your nose and mouth, the sweet smell cloying and sharp. you start to squirm in his arms.
"wait! no...please! if you touch me again, i'll scream." his grin is the last thing you see in the darkness, sharp canines brushing against the shell of your ear.
"oh, you'll do so much more than scream, darling."
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Liana, 28
“I am dressed in a vintage leather halter top, vintage shorts I found in my grandpas closet that were part of a tux, (I took them in a bit), my favorite 60s suede patchwork coat from Metropolis Vintage when I first moved to NY and 90s Italian leather boots I thrifted. I am currently inspired by sustainable fashion and my grandparent's closets. Anything 60s/ 70s tugs my heart strings and also the pieces from the 30s which were surprisingly similar in style. I like to wear things that have a story and have met a lot of friends from the outfits I've worn.”
Apr 30, 2022 ∙ Williamsburg
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look for the name: DANIELLE
alexander mcqueen by sarah burton black shearling trim suede leather coat w/ floral embroidery, c. 2o19
dolce & gabbana short-sleeve lace mini dress w/ velvet collar, c. 2oo1
mid-victorian hair comb w/ faux pearls
carol “czarina the great - gardenia” (w/ wolfhound dogs) eau de parfum, vintage
elena dawson grey velvet flower mules
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notapradagurl7 · 5 months
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Wolf In The Snow. (+18)
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Tyrone werewolf! x BlackFem! Reader.
Summary: On the coldest day of winter, Y/N sees a familiar wolf in the snow and saves it from the snowstorm, discovering that the wolf was a former lover. Tyrone.
Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @planetblaque @soft-persephone
Warnings; praise, breeding, soft Tyrone, wolf transformation, rough sex.
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Your back leaned against suede crimson couch while you sat cross-legged on the soft cushion, your brown eyes fixed on the Garamond sentences on the white pages of the book in her right hand with the soft sound of Sister, Sister's theme song playing from the television across the room. Using the same remote to lower the volume, surrounding you was the four walls draped in red floral wallpaper, she sat surrounded by vintage red floral wallpaper, in the medium-sized living room where she was relaxed and at ease, chilling like a villain in her little sanctuary.
The small flakes of white snow descended from the thick,  cumulus clouds without a shade of blue showing up above, December arrived quicker than you thought every time of the year, you wanted to stay in.
The scent of vanilla filled the air while you had just finished placing a few candles in the room. Curling up with a cherry red blanket and a red mug of hot chocolate in your hand, tiny marshmallows floating at the of the brown beverage, you snuggled deeper into the couch.
You closed the book with a gentle snap, your gaze caught something outside the window in the white snow. Putting your mug and book down on the coffee table, you made your way toward the window, your palms pressed against the cold glass.
Tightening your gaze, you tried to make out the figure from the distance, it was a raven-haired werewolf. "Oh, Is that a wolf? I gotta go save it." You muttered, feeling a twinge of sympathy. Without a second thought, you rushed towards the front door.
Why was there a werewolf in a snowstorm all alone without anyone noticing or saving it?
You were clad in a bright red coat, matching pants, with your red beanie resting atop your raven box braids, you crept toward the werewolf. The crunch of your boots mixed with the creature's growls echoing through the chilly air.
You slowly approached the werewolf, and blood dripped from its wounded arm. You spoke in a soft tone, your eyes on the creature's slow motion. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you," you spoke, cautious not to frighten the beast or become its next prey.
You gently caressed the wolf's head, its golden eyes fixed on your hand as you hears a soft whine. Moving your thumb back and forth in a soothing motion, you comforted, "You're safe with me, don't worry." The wolf was just the right size to be lifted by you - not too big, not too small.
After entering your home, you secured the door behind you by pushing it with you clothed back. The wolf, still cradled in your arms, was gently placed onto the plush, brown chocolate-colored carpet. "I'll be back okay?" You reassured the animal, before getting a First Aid Kit from underneath your sink in the white cabinet.
Carefully treating his wound using peroxide and white bandage tape, locking eyes with the wolf's eyes again. "You did a great job, you're quite familiar—What's your name?" You asked him, raising your brow.
You remember seeing the same wolf in the woods while you were outside gathering firewood for your house, is the wolf an old flame of yours? Tyrone.
You and Tyrone were dating a few years ago until he began acting strange, the irises of his eyes changed to golden, and his teeth were sharper, you remember that day when he told you he was changing but you didn't think he would be a werewolf. Maybe that's why he ran away, he didn't want anyone especially you to see him as a monster or be heckled and shunned by the townsfolk.
You listened closely, a voice suddenly spoke to you in your thoughts. "Hello, Y/N. It's me Tyrone," the voice said. The wolf's ears perked up at the sound of his deep, masculine tone through your mind like an echo. You knew without a doubt that it was him.
"Tyrone what happened to you? I thought you were dead or—wait can you change back to a human?" You asked him, needing to see if it was really him.
A crimson-red glow, its thick tendrils swirling before her eyes. When the light scattered, a naked and vulnerable man sat before you. You quickly grabbed a large navy blue towel from the nearby suede couch, draping it over his shoulders to cover him. Your face felt hot as you buried your face into the towel. Tyrone chuckled at your reaction, grateful for the warmth of the towel.
"What's wrong?" Tyrone asked, raising a brow, his voice still deep yet more human-like. Good thing he couldn't see your face with the towel around him and your chin resting on his shoulder. 
"You're naked Tyrone, I'm gonna get you some clothes okay?..." you told him, the closeness between your bodies made your heart thump out of your chest, you missed him so much.
Tyrone chuckled, "Yeah, that would be a great idea." He turned around to face you with their eyes meeting, your bodies still close.
"I missed you," he softly told your, his eyes locking onto yours intensely. His thumb swiped over your cheek, You felt your cheeks grow hot, shivers run down your spine at his words, your heart racing even faster.
"I missed you too," you replied with a warm smile, trying to get your composure.
As you stood up from the plush brown chocolate carpet, you sauntered through the cramped hallway and loomed into the exposed doorway of the medium-sized room with the vintage red floral wallpaper. With a faint blush, you gingerly opened the closet door and rummaged through the hangers of clothes, finding the perfect outfit for him.
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You gave him some baggy clothes that fit him perfectly, The black sweatpants and plain sweatshirt once belonged to your older brother. Tyrone quickly changed into the clothing, feeling more at ease and less exposed. "Thank you, Y/N," he thanked you. Grateful to be saved by your from the snowstorm.
You smiled warmly at him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. "It's no problem, Tyrone. I'm just glad I could help," she replied, patting his shoulder gently.
"But we need to talk about what happened to you. How did you became a werewolf?"
Tyrone sighed deeply, his eyes darkened as he remembered the night that had changed his life forever. "It was a full moon night, and I was out in then woods walking, We stumbled upon a pack of werewolves, we tried to run away but every single of them attacked us." he said, taking a seat on the couch.
He paused, taking a deep breath. "I thought I was going to die, but then something strange started happening to my body. I felt my bones shifting, my muscles bulging, and my senses becoming stronger and then I transformed into this." his hands gripped the fabric of the sweatshirt so tightly that he trembled uncontrollably.
Your heart softened as she saw the pain in his eyes. You decided to comfort him. "Come here, Ty," you said in a soft tone, gesturing him to your embrace. He leaned in, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your vanilla perfume.
Their hearts flutter in sync, Despite his werewolf senses, he resisted the urge to take control and simply snuggled into your warmth. a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, and a sense of peace washed over him.
Tyrone regretted leaving you behind when he transformed into a werewolf yet here he was in your living room, why couldn't he have told you? He was too scared. You held him close, rubbing soothing circles on his back as he let out a few quiet sobs.
Your black sweatshirt absorbed his tears one by one, "You're not a monster, Tyrone," you whispered, your words giving him a glint of hope.
The old flames sat in silence, the only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace, he quickly pulled away from your embrace as he wiped his tears away, "Thank you..I'm sorry for leaving you Y/N.." Tyrone apologized, his voice laced with regret. His thumb traced your jawline lovingly.
Your palm cupped his breaded face with your brown eyes on his dark brown ones, "It's okay, you had to leave. I understand."
Tyrone nuzzled his head against her palm, gently kissing your handprint while letting out a low growl of contentment, "No it's not, I promise i won't leave again baby.." he calmed, hearing the sincerity in his tone.
You pulled him in by his shoulders to bring his face in, making him into your brown eyes. "Then don't leave...stay here." you replied to him with a soft tone, Tyrone leaned in closer, his lips against brushing yours.
His lips pressed onto yours in a steamy kiss. It was like the two of you were making up for lost time, your bodies pressed together as he deepened the kiss, quickly undressing and preparing for their sensual act.
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Your naked back rested against the plush, brown chocolate-colored carpet with his hands latched on your hips as he rested your legs on top of his broad shoulders, giving your every inch of thick manhood, he was much bigger this time that you felt every vein of his dick pulsating inside of you, clenching around him so perfectly, stretching you out after each jagged stroke, His fingers dug into your cocoa skin, leaving marks while he pulled you closer to him. You squirmed beneath Tyrone, his forehead pressed against yours.
Your arms draped his neck pulling him in closer as he lowers his head to suckle on your neck and his sharp teeth grazing on your skin earning a moan from his lover, Tyrone plunges deeper into you, "Oh fuck! Tyrone!! Deeper!!" she chanted out, your fingernails leaving bloody scratches on the delicate dark skin, making him hiss through his teeth.
Tyrone quickly stood up from the carpet with him quickly pulled out of you, he carried you to the grey suede couch with your hands on the headrest of the couch, he gripped the back of your thighs hiking them up to his hips as he slipped back into you from behind , "Is that deep enough for you baby?" he groaned lowly, ramming into you your hands gripped the headrest for dear life.
His low eyes fixated on your face twisting up in pleasure with your nails gripping the carpet and your toes curling into a ball from his thrusts sending you over the edge while your vision became dotty with tears cascading down your cheeks, he was making up for the lost time, the distance between them that crushed them, he couldn't run away from you again, "You're so beautiful.." he told you, his teeth sunk underneath his lips.
Your bodies were covered in sweat and glistening from the dim lighting above the chandelier, to the wet noises and the slapping of your skin aired out in the living room, "Y-yesss! Y-you're so deep!!" You cried out to him, throwing your ass back on him while he threw his head back from you clenching and creaming on his length, "Fuckk..you feel so good." Tyrone groaned raspily, kissing up her arch passionately.
His dick twitched inside of your walls with your legs shaking weakly in his clutch feeling the shockwaves of pleasure flowing through your body, giving you more than a few sloppy strokes seeing your wetness trickle down in between your thighs as he dug you out, "I-i'm cumming...c-cum in me please.." you moaned lowly in between his strokes, by your request. Her white cream gushed on his dick completely, his load of thick cum through your walls, he grunted lowly, filling you up completely. Moaning at the same time.
Tyrone caught your body in his arms while he seated you on his lap with the two of you panting heavily, "i love you.." he told you, his hands gently caressing your thighs lovingly as he pecked your forehead. Enjoying the silence between them, "I love you too.." you replied back, smiling with heat sinking into your cheeks.
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resident-gay-bitch · 21 days
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Marauders girls favorite items of clothing; period accurate & modern: JACKETS / JUMPERS
Lily Evans;
Period accurate: cardigans 100% and the shag coat she gets after graduation
Modern: cardigans again
Mary Mcdonald;
Period accurate: the shearling coat she convinced her mum to buy on a whim one day
Modern: vintage suede coats and leather coats / blazers
Marlene Mckinnon;
Period accurate: her trusty denim jacket
Modern: the trusty denim jacket she got when she was 13 and her leather jacket
pandora Lovegood;
Period accurate: her brown shag coat
Modern: homemade cardigans
Dorcas Meadows;
Period accurate: definitely a suede coat
Modern: she loves a good hoodie
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foreignobjecticus · 3 months
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I've been playing dress up.
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S04 E12 Do You Recognise the Woman
Duggie (Harmony?) reversible scarf deep maroon/brown. I found a similar one with a mustard wool backing and the same flowers on it but in a different layout.
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S04 E08 I Never Wanted the Job
Probably a custom-made Baily's of Glastonbury pure suede/shearling. Mine's a slightly later (mid-70s?) fake wool version because the white/tan vintage coats are a rare one to find since they get dirty so easy, but there's plentyyyy of dark coloured ones available out there. Wood4's is clearly tailored if you look at the distance between pocket and hem vs. most off-the-racks, as well as the position of the mid-body cut just above the second button done so the pockets sit at a nice height for him.
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riddles-n-games · 7 months
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Avery is a 70s girlie. She loves pantsuits, midi and pleated skirts, sweater, knit, and wrap dresses, graphic tees and halter tops, knit ponchos, fabric and suede trench coats, neck scarfs, wedge heels, vintage dancing shoes, clogs, and bell bottom jeans. Her go-to 'fits when she wants to mix modern with 70s inspo include colorful flared pants, peasant-style crops with big puff sleeves, headbands with a trailing piece of fabric, chunky earrings, big sunglasses, platform shoes, bangle bracelets, and a mood ring. Most of all, she’s a sucker for jumpsuits especially the disco-themed ones.
When she was 14, her mom made her a sequined jumpsuit with a velvety sash for a project that focused on the different eras and the teacher was hosting a contest for all the students that had costume based on the era and its authenticity. Avery won since the teacher was impressed by the genuine look to it compared to a cheaply made store costume and also got best grade with her partner on the project out of the class. She also wore it as her Halloween costume that year and had the time of her life when they played Shake Your Groove Thing.
However, she not only likes the fashion trends from then but also has a thing for the songs no matter how much disco music is frowned upon. She made an entire playlist dedicated to it and her personal favorite is Boogie Wonderland. Sometimes, she's just feeling in a groove and puts on a jumpsuit (favoring the evening kind) and then blasts the playlist, jumping on her bed and dancing in the middle the room as she's singing out the lyrics to every song that she's listened to a thousand times before with a bona fide disco ball spinning from the ceiling. There may have been a few instances when Jameson has passed her room through the fireplace passageway and heard her during these disco seshes but he never disturbs her and just smiles as he slinks through the shadows, knowing he'll never tell a soul about her dance breaks. Not even Max knows, although, they would probably have the best girl nights ever if she did.
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awesomehoggirl · 2 months
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TODAYS HAUL pressies for my good mark and finishing essay and winning scholarship :3 bootcut jeans, belt and the most amazing suede & sheepskin coat with the coolest carabiner clips 😭 (all vintage)!!!!!!! + lots of tea to take back to uni with meee and a new cup and a kohl liner
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onikaswardrobe · 5 months
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October 25, 2023 IG post:
Nicki wore a vintage D&G by Dolce & Gabbana f/w 2000 reversible butterfly print coat with Tom Ford neoprene suede jago sneakers ($990) and carried a Louis Vuitton monogram clutch ($3,550).
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warwickroyals · 8 months
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90s minimalism: slip dresses, little black dress, tube tops, all things suede and velvet, midi and mini skirts, “metallic” fabrics, slim pants, ballet flats, casual chic, sequin dresses, spaghetti straps, opaque black tights, neutral colours, animal print, plum/navy/chocolate
00s vintage revival: low-rise boot-cut jeans, paisley patterns, Mary-Janes, beads/rhinestones/seashells, aviator sunglasses, tunics and pea coats, capris, babydoll dresses, chunky sandals and flip-flops, floral shift dresses, wedges, jeans under skirts, “boho” maxi skirts and blouses
2010 hipster grunge: NEON, skinny jeans, leather jackets, crew neck stripped shirts, black leggings under EVERYTHING, chevrons and zigzags, booties, “chunky” metallic necklaces, crackle nail polish, lace dresses/blouses, Peter Pan collars, peplums
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world-of-wales · 1 year
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CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2023
21 FEBRUARY 2023 || The Princess of Wales visited Oxford House Nursing Home in Slough.
Catherine was in -
↬ 'Longrun' Wool Coat in Camel by Max and Co.
↬ Cashmere Turtleneck in Navy Blue from Ralph Lauren
↬ Lucanus Trousers in Navy Blue by Roland Mouret
↬ Navy Blue Enamel and Gold-trimmed Earrings (possibly vintage)
↬ 'Numéro Sept' (No 7) Mini Bag in Blue Grain Leather by Poléne Paris
↬ Croc-Effect Leather Belt in Black from Anderson's
↬ 'Josie' Block Heel Pointed Court Shoe In Midnight Navy Suede by Emmy London
↬ Reusable 'Blue Phoebe' Cotton Face Mask from Amaia Kids
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modcalifivy · 2 months
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Vintage, built like a tank Harris tweed sport coat
Sport Coat: Dunn and Co., thrifted
Western Denim Shirt: Levis, thrifted
Jeans: Lee, thrifted
Suede Chukka Boots: Clarks, thrifted
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charlotte-of-wales · 1 year
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An endless list of my favorite outfits worn by the Princess of Wales (37/∞)
Meeting Queen Margrethe and Crown Princess Mary at Amalienborg Palace in Copenhagen, on February 23rd 2022, wearing:
Catherine Walker coat
Maria Black earrings
Monica Vinader vintage chain pearl necklace
Mulberry black croc crossbody bag
Gianvito Rossi 105 black suede pumps
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