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Congrats #matthewmacfayden !!!!@televisionacad #succession // set design: @alicemartinellli / @readysetinc / styling: @chloehartstein / grooming: @jessica_o_ / produced by: @alison_wild / director: @kiwiharding / @lti_lightside (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cic5ltGr5lq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[victoriastevens]

Congrats to #succession and #nicholasbraun #matthewmacfayden for all their Emmy noms! @entertainmentweekly // set design: @alicemartinellli @readysetinc / styling: @chloehartstein / grooming: @rheannewhite @jessica_o_ /produced by: @alison_wild / Director: @kiwiharding / @lti_lightside / truly a thrill this one!!!! thank you too @kyrresk (at New York City) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf7QVJaAASG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Chapter 1: Arrival

“Bridgette why didn’t you wake me up?!” I shouted from the bathroom as I nearly burned my hair using a curling iron “You know how important this day is for me!” I continued.

“You never really told me how important this day was.” Bridgette answered as she walked pass the bathroom door and into her room with her panties on and off the shoulder Beatles shirt “And besides they hired you. I didn’t think you would need to worry about the alarm going off five minutes late.”

Placing the curling iron down I went into her room, cross my arms pouted “It was thirty minutes Brig. You know it takes me a while to get to the station and catch the train. Not to mention the hour it’s gonna take to get to work with the rain outside.” leaning my back against the wall I took a heavy sigh and place my hands in my face “This is so gonna get me fired”

On hearing my stress, Bridgette jump up from her bed, grab both of my hands, and gave her signature silly smile. I watch as her white cheeks begin to turn rosy red and as her blue eyes begin to disappear under her cheeks. “You’re over reacting love.” she said “I’m sure they will love that you arrived, I mean they wouldn’t ask you to move all the way from New York to London just to fire you for being a little late. Now would they love?”

“You’re right.” I said as she proceeded to let go of my hands “I mean it’s only a few minutes late for my first day. I’ve done this before.”

“Yea, but that was at university.” Bridgette said with a slight giggle.

“Oh yea.....”

“When you and Marcus were both having a little sexy time in the library.” she continued to giggle.

“You still remember that shit don’t you?”

“Like it was yesterday.”

Rolling my eyes, I went back into the bathroom to fix my hair. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed since leaving New York. My family who lives in Brooklyn, well my dad lives in Brooklyn and my mom lives on the Upper East Side of town. Any who they both have said that they were proud of my and that I should be happy that I am living a dream that I’ve always wanted for myself. Graduating at the top of my class at New York University and even getting into an honors program in the UK, that led to an internship and a job that focuses on children television programs with a nice salary in New York, New York. I guess you can say all my ducks are in the right place.

Wrapping up my hair, nails, hips and placing on some Vans, not a real high heel wearing woman. I headed downstairs to grab me a quick breakfast snack before heading out.

“Be sure to give them a good excuse to why you were late on your first day!” exclaim Bridgette as I grab my keys and an umbrella it becomes awfully rainy in the UK. I could never bare it. I remember being in university the rain would shift my attitude and emotions about things.

“I’ll tell them it was one of their employees and not my annoying flatmate!” I replied as I closed the door.

Turning around to pouring rain, I quickly opened the umbrella and placed it over my head. Heading over to the car I tussled with keys to get in. Mind you I haven’t had that much experience with British cars, let alone driving on the rode. However I thought thirty minutes to get to the train stop in Brighton then an hour to London. “I’ve got this!” is what I said to myself as I started the car and begin to swerve my way through little traffic, which I had claimed in my head to be dramatic.

Arriving at the train station I gave my ticket and made my way to the nearest window seat, as I settled in I notice a man who wasn’t as charming looking sitting in front of me reading a gossip magazine about Duchess Kate and her new hairstyle. To avoid any conversation I slip on my airpods and started pretending that I was listening to music. Once I relaxed and I being listening to a morning prayer and bible lesson on the podcast The Daily Prayer. Normally, I would listen to this when I wake up in the morning but speaking of that I’m late, a train ride listen will do. It kills the time anyway.  I never got use to riding trains in the UK. Not even when I was a student. It was always so weird to me, the seating arrangement with people facing each other, anyone can sit in a seat near you, by you or in my case in front of me. In New York there is only two to a seat and if you can’t find one you just have to stand up and wait for your stop. I guess having people sit the way they do in the UK makes people more comfortable and creates tons of conversation between strangers for a short time.

As the podcast came to a close I took my airpods off and place them in my pocket. As I fumbled in my seat trying to find some comfort for the rest of the ride, I felt someone staring at me. I took a small peak at the man in front of me and  I had notice the man staring at me. His eyes were emerald color and his hair slick back into an hipster style hair cut. His lips slightly sharp and wide, but very lushly pink and cheeks nicely firmed to fit his face. He wore a wool black suit with a nice salmon tie, that I thought was oddly cute. Once he notice I looked at him, he then coy smile.

“You headed to London?” He ask.

“Ye .... yes.” I hesitated reply “And where are you headed?”

“Same place.”

“Oh I -”

Before I could formulate other words, I soon got interrupted by the announcer on the intercom. Which I was thankful it did cause I was not in the mood for conversations with strangers.

“Next stop London.” said a feminine voice over the intercom “Next stop London.”

“Seems to me our conversation has been cut short.” he said as the train came the destination.

“Yes it seems so.”

Without saying goodbye, I quickly grab my things, headed outside and yielded  a cab. Soon I arrived at the BBC building overjoyed and exhausted all time.

“You got this!”

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Spooks

Title: Spooks Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Richard/Tish Rating: T Fic Summary: Richard goes to the same coffee shop every morning. This morning, he brings a friend with him. Author’s Notes: This takes place shortly Richard and Tish start dating.

Richard entered the coffee shop with Matthew. He smiled when he saw Tish at the counter.

She came out from around the counter and walked up to them.

“Morning”, he said.

“Morning”, she said pulling him down by his leather jacket for a kiss.

Matthew cleared his throat and Richard pulled away.

“Tish, this is Matthew”, Richard introduced.

“Brought a fellow Spook with you, hmm?” she teased.

“The usual, baby”, Richard said kissing her head.

“What about you?” Tish asked.

“Just a black coffee”, Matthew told her.

“She’s something else”, Matthew said.

“Yes she is”, Richard said smiling.

“Are those wedding bells I hear?” Matthew teased.

Tish came out with their coffees and her sketchbook tucked under her arm. “Would you mind staying a few minutes?” Tish asked.

Richard pretended to think while Tish pouted. “Of course, my beautiful girl”, he said petting her hair.

They sat down at a booth and Tish set her sketchbook down.

“May I?” Matthew asked reaching for it.

Tish nodded.

He opened it and found drawings of various people. “Who are these people?” he asked her.

“Just people I see here at work, around London. I take it everywhere with me”, she told him.

“Which reminds me”, Richard said. He opened his bag and pulled out a bundle of sharpened pencils.

“Aww…thank you”, she said kissing him.

“These are really good”, he said, “Like…really good”.

“Thank you”, she said.

“I’ve got a friend with a gallery. Would you mind if I showed these to her?” he asked her.

“I’d be delighted!” Tish said excitedly, “I’ve only ever done them for enjoyment”.

Suddenly, Richard’s phone rang. He answered it. “Yeah. Yeah. We’re on our way, mate”, he said and hung up.

“You have to go now don’t you?” Tish asked.

“Fraid so, love”, Richard said kissing her temple, “But I’ll see you tonight”.

“Promise?” she asked him.

“Promise”, he said kissing her.

“I’ll return this as soon as I can”, Matthew promised her.

“No rush”, she told him.

Richard kissed her one last time before leaving with Matthew.

“So what’s up with the pencils?” Matthew asked Richard.

“Her favorite film is “You’ve Got Mail””, he told him.

“Your girl is amazing”, Matthew said flipping through some more of her drawings, “There’s quite a lot of you in here”.

“I’m not surprised”, Richard said smiling.

“Don’t let her go”, Matthew said.

“I don’t intend to”, Richard told him.

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That night, Richard went by the coffee shop to pick Tish up. “How was filming?” she asked him.

“Boring”, he lied.

“Really? What did you do?” she asked.

“You probably don’t want to know”, he said.

“Tell me!” Tish begged. She loved hearing about things going on on set.

“No, no”, he said putting his arm around his shoulder.

“Please?” Tish whined. She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted.

Richard sighed dramatically and said, “Fine”.

Tish smiled as she listened to his day and the antics they had gotten up to. She loved her Spooks.

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