Blake Anya Madden

LA born and raised, NYC living via Florence, Italy

[blakemadden]

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [ BLAKE ANYA MADDEN ], a [ 29 ] year-old [ CIS FEMALE ] has lived in [ ASTORIA, QUEENS ] for [ 7 YEARS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ BAKER ].. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ LILY COLLINS ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!  [indi, 26, GMT, n/a]

(pregnancy tw, death tw, heart attack tw, cheating tw)

Born in Los Angeles, California twenty nine years ago, Blake had a fairly normal upbringing. Living with her mother and father The Valley she showed a low of art and cooking from a young age which her parents were more than happy to encourage. Her mother worked at a bank and her father managed a car dealership, so neither of them were particularly creative but they loved to see it from their daughter. Even if they had no idea where it had originated from. When she was six Blake’s father walked out on his family, leaving her mother and Blake alone to fend for themselves. To the little girl it had come out of nowhere, although behind the scenes the fractures in the relationship were constant. The little girl never saw the man again. Left with no one but her mother to cling to the two become increadly close, Blake considering the woman her best friend, and although things were tough they managed to carry on in a relatively normal manner. She was a bright little girl even if school was never really her favourite thing her grades remained steadily good.

It wasn’t until she was seventeen when her mother had an unexpected heart attack on a routine hike with her daughter that everything really changed. She had been set to head to collage to study nutrition on a scholarship, something her mother was incredibly proud of her for. Yet her mother’s death was the jolt the girl needed to realise she didn’t want to spend her life where she had been born. She wanted to see the world in some way and found a pastry two year course in Florence that would teach her European baking, the kind she had grown up seeing on tv but never really experiencing herself - an exciting prospect to say the least.

Still grieving the loss of her mother she spent every spare moment she had working two different jobs so she could save enough money for her schooling in Italy. The foreign country was a breath of fresh air for her almost as soon as the plane touched down on the tarmac, things were starting to look up for her and she was determined to make the most of the opportunity. It was a magical two years that opened her eyes to a plethora of things, but was sadly over too soon, forcing her back to the city of her birth. She worked odd jobs to keep her head above water including nannying, freelance cake baking and decorating, temping as a secretary, you name it Blake had turned her hand at it. But she missed being in a kitchen, she missed getting to be creative everyday, and longed to get back to that.

The offer of a position on the Upper East Side in New York was too good to turn down, she just couldn’t refuse, and maybe getting out of LA again would be something that was good for her. That was seven years ago now and she had made New York firmly her home since then. Working at the restaurant for five of those years until she had saved enough money to set up her own business baking and decorating elaborate event cakes. Birthdays, weddings, christenings, quinceaneras, hell she will even make a funeral cake if that’s what you really wanted. It gave her a chance to combine her creative and technical baking skills - it was a dream come true. All through this she never really had any kind of solid relationships - preferring to focus on her work. Especially when she was at the restaurant, working for hours on end at night was not exactly conducive to dating. Her love life consisted more of casual flings or short term relationships, but nothing stuck.

When she met Leo, Blake had no idea he was married. Getting involved with a married man wasn’t really something she would ever want to do, but somehow the two ended up entangled in the sheets on more than one occasion and it resulted in an unexpected pregnancy. Their fling ending before she told the man seven months has now past and the only person who knows the identity of the father is her best friend Cami. The two have been close since Blake went on a holiday to Cartagena at the age of twelve with her mother and she met the other girl - they just…matched. Their friendship came easily even when they were separated by extreme distance and now they live in the same city it has only gotten stronger. Excited to become a mother soon she is still full of fear that is hard to sedate sometimes. Using the creativity of her job to escape when things start getting too much she will thrust cake on friends for any occasion just to see them smile. A people pleaser in some ways. Her concerns about becoming a mother are also heavily financial, although she gets paid well for the cakes she makes they are so elaborate she can’t churn them out at speed which means her money flow isn’t as consistent as it might be in another job. Not shy to scour craigslist for things she might need for her new baby or her apartment.

Admittedly she has a terror of being alone can mean the woman is known to settle in various areas of her life. A true weakness of hers. She is overprotective of her friends, a little bit dramatic in a lot of ways thanks to this fear, things that aren’t so bad can seem huge to her because she’s seen things blow up so quickly in her life. It’s the anticipatory anxiety that can hurt her. When she is frosting cakes though…well she can be almost trance like, getting herself wound up about making sure everything is perfect on it because her baking and decorating is how she shows her love. She will try and buy friends by making them cakes, it’s her love language entirely. Birthday? She will frost you a cake. Wedding? Cake. Half birthday? Cake. Lost your job? Cake. New job? Cake. It’s her go to for everything and everyone. In general she is an open, sweet girl who just wants to make other people smile when they are down, find her Prince Charming, and have more children so she can give her baby siblings. Ever since her mother died, breaking the only family she had and always loved so much, the girl has been determined to build another of her own.

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averypierce​:

“Nah it’s fine! I’m always happy to help you, you know that.” She said, flashing a bright smile at her friend. “Besides, i can always do that later.” she added, looking over everything to get an idea of how the stall was being ran. Blake already had more than enough to work with so Avery always wanted to make sure she can take some off stress, some work off her hands.

Avery took the phone and nods before letting out a chuckle, “No worries, i got this. You go have fun decorating with the customers. I’ll handle these.” she nodded her head toward the customers waiting to purchase. She walked over and started working with them each. “I don’t why you didn’t call me babe. This is a lot for one person. Though i did wonder if jasper was going to help out.” she said, wiggling her brows and smirked at the mother.

“Well as long as you’re sure, sometimes you’re too sweet to me.” Blake beamed as she leant over to press a quick kiss to her friend’s cheek before turning back to the stall. She’d tried to set everything up so it was in some respect organised but that was hard when little kids would never put things back in the right place, which was fair, they were just having fun. Moving a couple of pots of sprinkles across so they were lined up again she hummed to herself under her breath.

“Just promise me you won’t stay longer than you can be bothered, okay? I do want to be like scrooge or anything, exploiting free labour around Christmas.” heading back to the table where the decorating was going on, picking up some white frosting to delicately pipe little snowflakes onto a square cookie. “Jasper? Oh well he was…he is…he’s coming by later to help out towards the end of the evening so he can help me get Mira home as well.” The brunette admitted with a coy smile on her face, eyes focused on what she was doing so she didn’t have to meet Avery’s gaze.

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xbenscott​:

Ben could understand Mira’s reactions to the lights, there were many children walking around who were much the same —- adults, too —- completely blown away and walking around a little dazed. Or that simply could have been the mulled wine and Baileys hot chocolate. “I’m starting to think it’s the biggest collection of twinkling lights I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m never lived anywhere else,” he answered with a gentle laugh, his attention moving back to Blake properly now, not exactly wanting to ignore her. “Well, if you dare give her up for a minute, I won’t object if she’s game…” The words came casually and he laughed. They really were still getting to know one another still. “Sure, I love stuff like this.” A pause. “Okay, it’s better with company, but it’s still good.”

Blake was more than willing to pass Mira over to Ben because not only did she trust him, obviously he was her father, but it would also give her the chance to take some photos of her chubby little face gazing at the brightly lit colours. Photos she’d be in with her father. “Right? They’ve really pulled all the stops out, I didn’t know New York could have any more lights in it.” She giggled, shifting Mira so she could pass her carefully over to her dad all trussed up in her snow suit to keep her toasty in the cold. Smiling softly, they looked so cute together, she had his nose. “I think things are often better when you have company, but it has to be the right company. Someone you feel comfortable with.” Tucking a tendril of brown hair behind her ear she chewed her bottom lip before speaking again. “Speaking of…I feel like I hardly know you…We should, I don’t know, maybe get tea or something? Sometime?”

[blakemadden]

If it comes down to choosing between Jasper and Ben, who would you choose and why?

Choosing between them?! Why am I having to choose between them. Dating someone and having a child with someone are not mutually exclusive. There is room in my life for both of them in their own ways...i don't understand what you mean by 'if it comes down to choosing' - why would it?

( @xbenscott @jaspersinclairr )

[blakemadden]

Who do you wanna share a special kiss with under the mistletoe?

Oooh...umm...maybe Jasper. That would be nice.

( @jaspersinclairr )

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averypierce​:

Avery watched as Blake was running around after taking a couple of photos. “Oh sweet Blake. You should’ve called me!” Ave would’ve been there in a heartbeat if Blake had called for help. She was family and everything to her so even on a day off she was still willing to be by Blake’s side to help. Seeing the chaos of everything, Ave moved around the counter and went to help out. Setting her bag down and rolling up her sleeves.

“Here why dont i do the selling and packaging and you do the decorating yeah?” She suggested. She knew that Blake could multitask and handle most of it on her own but it was a lot and she knew how crazy the holiday season could get. 

“I didn’t want to make you spend your time at the festival working at a booth when you should be spending time looking at the lights and drinking hot chocolate!” Blake protested because that was exactly the thing, she knew if she had so much as mentioned it to Avery in passing she’d have turned up without a second thought. She was selfless like that which was just one of the many reasons she loved the girl with her entire heart. Like she was right now - rolling up her sleeves and instantly getting involved.

“You sure? I don’t want to…” She broke off half way through her protesting, just dissolving into a smile as she let out a sigh of relief. “You’re a lifesaver. I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes. Here - my phone is already set up for the little card tapping cube thing. I don’t know who let me get so technical but it was a mistake, I’m super bad at this.”

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xbenscott​:

When Blake was the one to round the corner, Mira with her, Ben’s expression softened somewhat and nodded. “Yeah… I get that,” he answered her with a gentle chuckle before his attention moved to the baby instead. The whole thing was still weird and it probably wasn’t going to move out of territory anytime soon, but he still wanted to try and do his best. “Hey sweetie…” He crouched for a moment so he was eye level with his daughter, a smile brightening up his face. “Are you having fun looking at the lights?” He didn’t receive much of a response, although it wasn’t surprising. “Is mommy having fun, too?” he added then, looking back to Blake. “Aren’t you running a stall?”

Blake gave him a sweet smile as he answered her quickly but only as a gateway to speak to the baby, which to her was absolutely okay. Every time she got to see the two of them interact her heart, like the Grinch’s, grew three sizes. Except hers was fairly sizeable to begin with - she liked to think. “I think she’s been hypnotised by them, it’s the biggest collection of twinkling lights she’s seen in one go in her tiny little life.” Nodding enthusiastically at the question, glancing in the direction of her stall. “I am! Avery is watching the stall for a little while so I could take this little bean around to see some of the Christmas things. Hey Mira, did you want to go and give daddy a cuddle for a second?” She cooed, eyebrows raising in Ben’s direction as if asking silently if he wanted to hold her, she’d never push it on him but she also always wanted them to interact as much as possible. “Are you having some fun at least?”

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bluebellmadonna​:

💙

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 couldn’t help but laughs at her comment, as she playfully took of her top hat and bowed jokily at her before put it on her head, carefully for not ruin her chic bun, since her hair was all tied and in gel. She giggled at noticing the motions on Blake’s booth, entering inside, since it was more warmer and her attention back at the brunette. ❛ How can I say ‘no’ to you? Of course I want! You know I love sweets. ❜ She approached Blake, trying to stay in a type of corner so people could circulate around. ❛ So, what’s up? How’s the things going?!  ❜

Blake laughed as she was bowed to while the blonde tipped her hat, doing the same right after with an imaginary one. “You look so cute, I love it! I wish I’d worn something more fun than just a coat and jeans.” Following Bluebell into her booth because … well she shouldn’t really step away from it for too long, but also she wanted to show her friend what was going on. “I do, if there is one thing I know about you it’s that you never turn down a good cookie. Here…” Grabbing one that was shaped like a snowflake along with a tube of pale blue frosting, passing it to the other. “Frost a cookie! Or you can just eat it, I’m not going to like…you can do what you like.” Glancing over her shoulder to make sure everyone else was okay before shrugging. “Well! Everyone seems to be having a good time and only three kids have cried so I would call that good progress so far. How is magic going, is it magical?” She giggled.

[blakemadden]

bluebellmadonna​:

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 to pop by to say ‘hi’ to Blake. She knew her bestie had a booth at the fair, and she waited patiently for the customers coming by hers to get what they wanted, she was happy to see the movement of her sales, Blake deserved it. The Italian was dressed in her magician outfit not really suitable for the weather, but she was inspired by Zatanna Zatara from DC comics. It’s not always she has the opportunity to 'cosplaying’. ❛ Howdy, bella! What’s up? A lot of kids in here, huh?! ❜

“Guardati, sembri una visione!” Blake exclaimed in excited Italian as she spotted the familiar blonde in the throngs of people, always loving that she got to speak some of her favourite language whenever they were together. God she missed the rolling grape vine covered hills of Italy dreadfully when the winter in New York came around each year. She’d dream of the sun that would hit her face on her lunch break from culinary school. One day she’d go back there, but it just…wasn’t the right time right now. Not with everything going on. “A lot of kids, a bit of an understatement - but they are all super adorable. All hopped up on sugar and the magic of Christmas which is so cute. Did you want a cookie? I promise I have some that aren’t half frosted by tiny little sticky fingers.” She chuckled.

[blakemadden]

sebastian-warren​:

Red nose scrunched up as a smile spread through his lips at the sight of his cousin attending the stall with grace and decorum in what he could only assume, was a maddening situation. He could recall working retail at a very young age, how tiring it had become, how much it had broken his spirit as an angry, sad and tired fifteen year old. Blake was kinder and wiser in her tasks, and he couldn’t help but thank the heavens she had not inherit the family’s anger issues, she happened to be one of the good ones he shared DNA with, a miracle of it’s own. 

“Let me know when you make a grown man cry, I’ll go grab some popcorn for us and enjoy the show” he grinned once it was his turn, looking over her cookie decoration center with a proud smile stretching through his lips, one paper cup on each hand. “Look at you, an entrepreneur through and through. Have I mentioned how proud I am?” he inquired, nothing but honesty behind his words. He had been the proud older cousin from the day he had met her all those many years ago, hadn’t stopped a day since. She was, after all, the only family he had left. “How are you holding up? You’ve eaten anything yet?” then, he handed her one of the cups he had been carrying, urging her to drink. “Hot cocoa— are you handling everything by yourself?”

Blake’s hair had started to tumble out of her ponytail a while ago now so with every jarring movement to grab something a toddler decided to move with reckless abandon it just got worse. “Careful there sweetie, if those all go on the floor then how are you going to put anymore of them on your Christmas tree cookie?” She asked a little boy who was looking up at her with a cheeky grin, one she returned with ease, after all she’d always loved kids even before having her own. Through all the hubbub she hadn’t noticed her cousin standing nearby until she had eventually said goodbye to the couple she’d been packing things up for, breaking out into a surprised but delighted grin at the sight of him.

“I wouldn’t hold your breath, it would be the sugar cookie that would make the grown man cry, not me. They can be a ferocious beast when the frosting won’t stick quite right.” She giggled, tucking some hair behind her ear as she looked down across the table with her hands on her hips, letting out a puff of air that clouded in front of her thanks to the cold. “I think you have a couple of times, but I always love hearing it.” 

Coming round the table to take one of the warm cups from him, opening her arms so she could give him a big hug before taking a relishing sip. “This is amazing, thank you. Um, yes on and off, Avery has been amazing helping out, Bluebell came by for a while as well like the sweetheart she is. But there is nothing better than face time to get new clients, right?” Blake answered brightly. “Are you enjoying the festival? Here - have one.” Reaching over she picked up one of the cookies she knew was his favourite, passing it over. “On the house because you know the baker.” She joked.

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“Are you alright over there, here let me grab that for you…oop!” Blake giggled as she used her quick reflexes to grab a falling bottle of frosting that a three year old had decided they no longer wanted to use. Sugar cookies scattered across the table in front of her which was being swarmed by both adults and children, she was trying to keep an eye on everything while packaging up a couple of already decorated cookies in a cellophane bag for a couple who were just leaving. “Which colour ribbon did you want? We have green, gold, red, silver, and … dark blue…” Running through the options before tying their bags with the choices and lifting her head to the next customer. “Hey! Sorry about that, it’s all go go go over here - but luckily we’ve only had tears a couple of times and mostly from the kids.” 

Obviously she was joking, there had been crying from toddlers dropped their half decorated cookies but not adults…yet. Once the mulled wine had been flowing a little longer that could all change. Maybe she had bitten off a little more than she could chew by doing both a stall that sold cakes and cookies on top of also having a section where people could decorate their own differently shaped cookies with various frostings and sprinkles - it was fun but it was a lot.

[blakemadden]

xbenscott​:

for: anyone location: christkindl market

Why did Ben always do this? Why was he always running around a couple of weeks before the big day? At least the market was there to help, well kind of, but he was quickly finding himself distracted by a number of food stalls, not to mention wandering idly into the Christmas houses. Upon stepping into the third one, he paused to look over one of the displays, and then casually commented to the person beside him, “I feel like this would be more fun with kids.” His thoughts moved to Mira, but honestly, the 5 month old wasn’t really going to have a clue what was going on if she’d been there with him.

Blake was showing Mira one of the little Christmas houses - not that the five month old was really paying much attention - she resembled a Pillsbury Doughboy in her onesie that was designed to keep her toasty in the cold weather they were out in. She’d left her cookie decorating stall in a capable hands of Avery so she could take her daughter around to look at some things, just for the experience since this was her first Christmas with a baby. Hearing the familiar voice however she peeked around the side of the house she’d been looking in, spotting Ben. “I can confirm it is actually, even if she’s not really paying much attention it’s cute to see her little eyes get all big at all the twinkling lights.” Leaning down she put her lips close to the tiny ear peeking out so she could speak to Mira. “Look who it is, sweetie. Look who’s over there?” Was it weird that she was excited at the prospect of maybe getting the chance of taking a photo of Mira with her biological dad? The family time with Jasper had been perfection, but…well Mira’s first Christmas should have Ben in it too, right? If the man wanted that. Maybe he didn’t. Well now she was second guessing herself. Should she have even said anything to him just now? Oh no…was that the wrong thing to do?”

[blakemadden]

shauncrawford​:

A shrug instead of words as Shaun took the coffee cup back from her after pocketing his wallet. Coffee was important and all, but all his worldly possessions were probably more so in hindsight. “There are a lot worse things I could leave behind,” he responded with a laugh, especially considering he had actually left one of them. “But thank you, not everyone in this city would have bothered.” A possible reason to leave? Even if he couldn’t quite bring himself to do that, no matter how much went wrong. 

Blake shrugged, he was right, maybe a take out cup of coffee wasn’t the most important thing he could have left behind but that hadn’t been an assumption she wanted to make. After it could be that the blonde in front of her was the kind of person who allowed themselves only one take out coffee from a cafe a week in order to save money so she would hate to be responsible for him not getting to enjoy it properly. The baker just never wanted to make assumptions for other people full stop, after all making assumptions makes ‘an ass out of me and you’ as she’d been taught growing up. ‘Oh, you’re welcome - I just didn’t want to have you miss out or anything…” She trailed off, giving him a small smile as she bobbed her head slightly. Should she offer him her name by way of introduction? Would that be weird? She liked to do it when she interacted with people but some in New York did not take kindly to that. Plus was he kind of handsome? Yes. She wasn’t blind. And she didn’t know where she stood with Jasper right now. 

[blakemadden]

jaspersinclairr​:

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Jasper smirked, taking in her flustered appearance. He loved it… It gave him a thrill. “Good.” He replied, voice smooth, giving her a wolfish smirk. 

“I can’t believe you believed me for a second there.” Jasper chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand. He didn’t know how someone could be so gullible, and yet so endearing. Blake’s trusting nature was something he admired, but also something he worried for… She was too good for some people, but believed herself to not be. “Well, you would always know where I was… you could visit me at church. And… priests can still marry.” He said, looking at her pointedly. 

“Mira as an apple?”  He couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “Absolutely I want to see that.” He moved to stand beside her, his hand reaching out and gently touching her back as he leaned down, their heads close together, so he could see her phone. Seeing the photo, he grinned. Mira looked unbearably round and cute. “…She looks beautiful. A perfect, little apple.” 

Jasper knew what he was doing, Blake could tell from the twinkle in his eye and the way his lips curled up wickedly. God she loved it. She’d missed it more than even she could comprehend until she was stood right across from him. Now everything was coming into crystal clear clarity - the way the man seemed to fill the hole  she’d been desperately trying to deny since he’d left. It had lead her to fall pregnant, she’d told herself Mira was her family now, but the truth was she wasn’t okay without Jasper. Even if it ended badly she needed to see how their story played out because him moving to London couldn’t be the end, she refused to let it be the end.

“Stop it, it’s not my fault I am super gullible. I’ve always been like that.” Covering her face as she giggled, shaking her head. Some things never change and Blake was very similar to the girl she’d been two years ago in so many ways even though she had profoundly changed in others. “I…didn’t know that about priests, I thought they’d taken a vow of celibacy. Thank goodness I now have a priest professional to help me.” Kidding of course, he’d just said it had been a joke, it was just a costume.

“Well she’s the apple of my mommy’s eye so it makes sense.” Her eyes flicked up from the screen for a second when his hand brushed the small of her back and she smiled to herself. “A perfect little apple - isn’t she the cutest? I’m sorry I’m totally one of those parents who just…pull up photos of their kids every five seconds and I’m not even sorry.”

[blakemadden]

sunnnymeadows​:

Sunny’s eyes momentarily went wide and she let a breath go, taking the bag back when it was offered to her. She shook her head then, pulling it back onto her shoulders and making sure it was secure before she said or did anything else. Obviously she didn’t mean to be rude, but she also felt as though she couldn’t trust anyone in this city sometimes —- especially in a tourist trap such as this. “Or worse…” came her words, slightly huffed. She took another moment, and then added, “Thanks. Didn’t actually mean to scream in your face.”

Glancing around, she bit down on her lip a moment. “My own stupid fault,” she added, taking a little more time now to look at the woman in front of her. Really, she chose her moments, screaming as someone who looked like that —- idiot.

It’s not like people in New York being abrasive was something new to Blake because it was par for the course in this city, well in any busy city really, but when she saw the other woman calm a little she let out a breath of relief. Not really wanting to have her ass handed to her in the middle of a crowed of people. “Or worse…yes that is always an option here sadly. You’re welcome, please don’t worry about it. I can understand you were just concerned about your possessions.” Giving her a small reassuring smile, her eyes warming along with it.

“Things are easily dropped, I don’t think it was your fault, just one of those things that happen.” Her tone was light now, glancing around as they were jostled a little, people moving around them trying to get this way or that. Case in point, it wasn’t hard to drop things when you were being bumped into every couple of seconds.

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jaspersinclairr​:

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“Old habits dies hard…” Jasper murmured back to her. But what about old love? For Jasper, it had never died… He had tried to get over Blake, but it had never been possible. He’d spent over a year in London thinking about her, dating no one, despite others being interested. And now he was back in New York… No, he’d known as soon as the opportunity to return to New York City had presented itself. He couldn’t give up Blake like he thought he could. He had been a fool to think otherwise. 

“I’ll be impressed if you can eat more than me.” He teased her. He was a big guy, and he could handle a lot of food. But he was curious how much Blake could manage. She was post-partum, and presumably breast feeding. Her appetite could be impressive, even from a woman so petite. 

“I’m glad Mira has given the all clear for our dinner.” Jasper smiled at her again. “Even if it is just… for the evening.” 

“Mmhmm…” Blake’s face went from serious to holding a hint of a smile as her lips, twitching as she kept her eyes locked with his. Even in the gloom of the back of the cab there was crackling electricity between them. It made her not want to look away or break that moment - it had been so long since they’d been able to be together like this. The two of them. It was about rediscovering if there could still be something going on between them, Blake certainly felt it, but did Jasper?

“Don’t challenge me to a pasta off, there is nothing cute about me shovelling pasta into my mouth when we’re meant to be having a date.” An impish giggle bubbled out of her as she shifted a little to face him more, pivoting on the taxi seat, knees now pointing towards him. “She has given us the all clear for dinner. Actually she’s uh…she’s staying at Avery’s tonight so I don’t wake her up or disturb her when I come home after dinner, so that’s good.” Her voice was incredibly quiet as she wanted to tell him he could come back after but she also didn’t want to be too forward. It was so strange to be treading on eggshells around someone she’d once been closer to than anyone else in her life, but maybe, just maybe there was a chance they could get back there.

As the car pulled up outside a restaurant she turned to look out the window, wondering if they were here, looking back at him for the answer.

[blakemadden]

jamiexryan​:

       “Sometimes? I wish it was just sometimes.” Jamie was an impulsive shopper, often spending her nights online shopping - she could never resist a good bag so most of her money went to Net-A-Porter and similar online luxury stores. “I work too much, more than too much, so I spend way too much money buying things I never wear, so I would say I need a lot of things in my life - sometimes.” She laughed, but she was more than aware she had a problem - she could still remember Alex often rolling his eyes at the deliveries she’d get - both Alex and their doorman. “But impulse shopping can sometimes lead you to wonderful things. Buy one great thing, conquer the world.. you just got your weapon - on your lips.”

Blake laughed at the woman’s candid response because honesty was important to her so getting it from a stranger like this made the brunette feel like they had instantly bonded. Even if they’d only just met. “I have my weapon on my lips, I like that. My mom used to tell me to be careful what I say because words can be used as a weapon, but she never said anything about lipstick, I think I like the idea of using that better.” Brightly offering her hand to the other, older woman? She might be older, it was hard to tell, with an open smile. “I’m Blake, Blake Madden.” She introduced herself.