#oh look it's a rainy day in paris

[maiverie]

THE RAIN HAS AN EDGE ╰ ﹙ ☁️ ﹚ft. park sunghoon ﹕ a oneshot ﹙ preview ﹚

you are the girl with an umbrella on a rainy day, and sunghoon is the boy at the bus stop drenched from head to toe.

in a nutshell ﹒ there’s a heavy downpour so you hold an umbrella over sunghoon and he looks at you like you’re crazy // 100% fluff

word count ﹒ preview is 1.5k; full ver ~6-7k

fic one of the chasing rainbows series ﹙ coming soon ! ﹚

“true, the sun and the wind inspire. but the rain has an edge. who, after all, dreams of dancing in the dust? or kissing in the bright sun?” — cynthia barnett

now playing ﹒ paris in the rain﹙ lauv ﹚

THE FIRST TIME you talk to park sunghoon, it’s raining, it’s cold, and jake had ditched you to “hang out” with chaewon, because he’s a crappy friend who pounces at any opportunity for female attention.

after your study session in the school library finishes, you find yourself standing at the school’s front entrance, grimacing at the downpour of rain in front of you. heavy pellets pummel from the sky like bullets, forming puddles in the divots of the ground and lowering the temperature enough to make you shiver. 

lucky for you, you remembered to bring your umbrella.

this was a habit of yours even on the sunniest of days, after spending five days bedridden with a fever following The Great Downpour of 2020.

when you reached for your backpack and unfurled your umbrella, it sprung to life and off you went, hopping down the cement paveway that led to the nearest bus stop.

you’re just about to slip in your earphones when you stop in your tracks, spotting a figure a few steps ahead of you. 

the person is crouching on the ground at the bus stop, hunched over and hugging their bookbag in an attempt at gathering warmth. 

the person is drenched and miserable.

and practically radiating angst and despair.  

because you’ve always been a totally (impulsive) caring and selfless person, you shuffle over and hold your umbrella over the person’s head.

they look up — and just when you encounter a cold gaze, dark brows and raven hair — you realise that the moody figure is none other than park sunghoon.

park sunghoon, the ridiculously good-looking senior everybody whispers about but doesn’t actually know anything about. 

park sunghoon, the guy who always wears a stoic, unsmiling expression that makes him the most unapproachable of his group of friends. 

and park sunghoon, the one who’s staring at you with a baffled and slightly distrustful expression on his face. 

oh.

you’re just standing here, staring at him like a creep. 

crap.

you should say something.

you open and shut your mouth a few times, trying to brainstorm what you might possibly say. you want to sound smart. and funny. and cool. so, naturally, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is a very intelligent and super profound, “it’s, uh. . . raining.”

sunghoon continues to stare, his brows slightly furrowed to suggest he was questioning your sanity. 

“it’s raining,” you stupidly repeat louder, as though he hadn’t heard you over the rain. 

“good catch,” he replies, his gruff voice coinciding with the slight dip of his lips. 

the rumors are so true. 

sunghoon definitely has a very grumpy, rather angsty demeanour. you’ve actually spotted him around school a few times (you may or may not follow him with your eyes every time he’s around. is that a crime? it can’t be! you’re not the only one in the student body who finds him extremely attractive and painfully enigmatic), but he’s not the kind of person you can approach so easily.

in fact, he’s been coined the nickname ice prince for a reason.

“yes, uh,” you struggle to string together a coherent set of words, especially because he stands to his feet now, and you have to make the effort to not be intimidated by his height. 

“what i meant to say is that it’s raining but you don’t have an umbrella,” you laughed awkwardly, wanting to whack your head and yell stupid, stupid, stupid for impulsively waddling over here and saying stupid things to park sunghoon of all people. “i-i mean, obviously it’s a free country and you can totally do whatever you want, but, as you might already know — and i’m sure you do because you’re one of the smartest kids in school — standing in the rain can get you sick, like, really sick, and i only know this because about three years ago i forgot my umbrella and — funny story — i ended up getting so sick that i had to take five days off school because my fever was so high.”

oh god.

you quickly slap the tips of your fingers over your lips to physically restrain yourself from talking. the motion makes sunghoon’s gaze quickly flit to your lips, before they bounce back up to your eyes.

his stare is so painfully emotionless that you cringe inwardly.

you wish he’d say something.

anything. literally anything.

but he’s silent.

well, of course he is — you basically just trauma dumped about your stupid fever story. boo-hoo, you were sick from the rain — who cares?

just when you think you’ve reached the death of the conversation, you’re surprised by the sound of his soft voice.

“. . . niki.”

huh?

you blink, leaning in slightly so that you can hear him better.

“. . . niki. my brother. he took the last umbrella.”

oh.

your lips form a small o as you nod in understanding. “oh, niki! that doesn’t surprise me. he’s in my class, you know, and he’s always playing pranks on our teacher. one time he actually hid the test papers so we got a whole extra day to study,” your voice lowers to a whisper, “can’t believe i still failed it though. . .”

sunghoon doesn’t say anything, and afraid of being submerged in awkward silence again, you rush to fill in the space. 

“so where’s niki now?”

he shrugs. “soccer practice, probably.”

“oh,” you frown. “wait, aren’t you part of the soccer team, too? you’re the goalie. you saved so many goals last season and helped the team to their first win in two years,” you say, though your eyes widen in panic as soon the words leave your mouth, “n-not that i’m a stalker, or anything,” you frantically add, “it’s just that everyone knows you’re the goalie because one, it’s common knowledge, and two, the game is coming up and we’re all on the edge of our seats to find out how it goes!” 

stupid stupid stupid. 

why are you rambling so much? 

sunghoon doesn’t seem to mind, though his lips flatten in a rather sour manner. “i quit the team, actually.”

you gasp. “you’re the person jake is replacing? he’s been so cocky ever since it was announced that he’d be on the team. what made you quit?”

he shrugs, “it got boring,” he mumbles, then his ears turn slightly red and he dips his head in an emotion you never imagined park sunghoon could wear — embarrassment. “and i accidentally sprained my ankle.”

you blinked in surprise. “how?”

he hesitates before answering. “i tripped.” 

you stifle a laugh at the irony, because while sunghoon was a lot of adjectives — tall, handsome, mysterious, brooding, kind of scary, even — you never thought he was clumsy.

you softly cackle, earning you a glare from the boy. 

“sorry,” you grin playfully, growing accustomed to his icy aura. “i just never pictured you as a klutz.”

“says you,” he grumbles, “weren’t you the one who tripped and fell in the cafeteria last week? ”

“what—” you choked, “you saw that?”

he exhaled through his nose in amusement. “who didn’t?” sunghoon raised a brow at you. “i’m pretty sure someone recorded and posted it. the caption was ‘dumbass fails to do simple task and ends up with food all over her clothes.’”

your eyes slammed shut before they shot open. “fucking jake,” you growled, gripping the umbrella tightly. “i’m going to kill him.”

sunghoon chuckled, and the sound made your heart beat a little faster. you caught a fleeting glimpse of his smile which — by the way — showcased the most emotion you had ever seen from the boy. it couldn’t be helped that your stomach mangled and twisted at his pearly-white boyish smile, one that made his cheeks bunch up his face and his eyes twinkle like stars.

how pretty.

his smile faded as quickly as it appeared, however, and you soon found yourself facing his usual blank expression again. 

you want to try say something that might make him smile or laugh again, but he suddenly steps outside of the cage of your umbrella and raises his hand, hailing down the incoming bus. 

it slowly stops by the road beside the two of you, marking the end of your little interaction. 

“oh, your bus is here,” you force a smile, rather disappointed. “i’ll, um, see you later, sunghoon.”

“get home safe,” he retrieves his bus card from his pocket, glancing over his shoulder before he boards his bus. “and thanks. for the umbrella.” 

“n-no problem!” you quickly smile, “and by the way, my name is—”

“i know your name,” he interjects, and you think your mind is playing tricks on you when you see the edges of his lips twitch upward. “see you around.” 

sunghoon disappears into the bus and it whizzes by you, though you stay frozen in your feet for what feels like forever. 

he knows your name.

he’ll see you around.

you tuck your lip between your teeth, cheeks and ears flaring up.

and he wants you to get home safe.

.

( to be continued )

this is a preview only ﹒ full fic is estimated 6-7k ﹒ taglist open — send an ask, dm, or reply !

a/n . btw this is a preview only. the full fic might come out next week ? anyway my first hoonie fic and it's 100% pure, unadulterated fluff <3 this is inspired by paris in the rain + the above quote + an exo fic i adore ^^ hope u all liked it :) see u in the full version maybe 🤓

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[nanaloveswo-men]

Can u write one for ramos where he comes home after a long day and his wife just comforts him and they just like stay in bed cuddling JSHCJFHUWCISJJDH IDEK WHAT IM ASKING THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE ASKED FOR A REQUEST 😭😭

handsome man - sergio ramos

pairing: husband sergio ramos x fem!wife!reader

summary: after a long day at work, sergio was finally at home, only wanting his sweet wife company.

warnings: fluffy and a little suggestive, nothing explicit

author notes: I WAS WAITING FOR THIS. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST. I LOVE RAMOS

word count: 1,1k

“i only like to be sweet with you”

Paris was rainy, the sky almost as gray as the color itself. You didn’t have any work, because for some miracle, your boss had given you a couple of days off, so of course you were enjoying your little vacation, in the best way best possible. 

You were peacefully laying in bed, watching the new season of your favorite netflix series, almost sleeping in the pillow-nest you had made. Now, the tv noises were nothing more than a background sound for your sleepy mind. 

The hours passed flying, and you didn’t even notice when your husband had finally arrived at home, his car brutally parking in your house’s carage.

Sergio was mad, unfortunely, his day was horrible, from the beggining of the day, when he had woken up without you by his side, to the rest of it, when everyone on the psg team were seeing to be trying to get the fuck out of him. 

He was stressed. The only thing Ramos needed now, was to have you, his wife, in his arms.

He entered the house, and the first thing he noticed, was the silence. Usually, when he came to home, you were always waiting for him with a sweet smile.”That’s weird” he said to himself looking around.

When he didn’t find you anywhere, Sergio went to you guys bedroom, hoping that he could see you there. Ramos opened the door, and a smile quickly grew into his face when he saw your sleep figure laying in bed. The tv was turned on, your series still going through, and Sergio was quick to pause it, so you wouldn’t miss any part.

Ramos decided to take a shower before going to bed, because he didn’t want to be next to you when he was covered in sweat. Before entering the bathroom, he came closer to you, letting a kiss on the side of your mouth.

You woke up with the sound of the shower on, your sleepy mind  taking some time before realsing that Sergio was already at home. You streched your arms and back before getting out of bed, heading straigh to the bathroom.

“Honey?” you called for him knocking on the door. 

Not even a minute after, the door was open, and a half naked Sergio was showed to you. He was still a little wet, and you presumed that he had only put his boxer on before opening the door.

“Hey babe, what is in your mind?” Ramos asked when he noticed your silence “Nothing, only thinking about you” you answered hugging him, not even caring about his wet body.

“Missed you the whole day, love” he mumbled next to the top of your head. “Sorry, I didn’t heard when you arrived” you excused yourself “But you should have woken me up”.

You looked right into his eyes, but Sergio was already staring at you.

“Nah, you were so pretty sleeping, I couldn’t do that to your cute ass” he said smiling. “But i wanted to shower with you” you puckered your lips “Sorry babe, I didn’t know about your horn intentions” he kissed your mouth.

You tried to get out of his embrance, to defend yourself from his accusation, but Sergio didn’t let you go, so you started to laugh.

“I didn’t have any intention! Let me be free!” he was holding you tightly. “No, I had an awful day, and now I really need my wife to comfort me”.

“I don’t think that I want to comfort you” you teased him “Oh no, I really think you want to” he said with a smirk.

You two shared a sweet kiss, your husband’s hands carissing your cheeks with love.

“Being with a bunch of men the whole day made me miss you more than ever” he said when you stopped the kiss “Everyday you say this” you smirked “Because everyday i only miss you more and more” he pecked your whole face.

The room was filled with both of your laughs, you two walking in the bed direction, still in a tight hug.

“You’re such a pain in the ass Sergio” you said when he was finally laying on top of you. 

Ramos took adventage of the position you two were in, putting his head on your chest and passing his arms around your body. You couldn’t do many things with Sergio’s body on top of yours, so you were happy to just run your fingers through his hair.

“Bad day?” you whispered. “Yeah, also a long one” he said back.

Both of you stayed in silence for a moment, just cuddling and enjoying the presence of each other. You were looking at your husband’s face, admiring how handsome he was. 

Sometimes, you would caught yourself thinking about how luck you were for having such an incredible husband like Sergio, but what you didn’t know, was that very often, Ramos would think the same, how someone like him, could have such a perfect wife. In the end, both of you were simple in love.

“You are so handsome my love” you said with your eyes shining “That’s funny, because I was thinking the same of you” he looked right at you.

You couldn’t help but smile, in all those years you were with Ramos, he had always treated you with nothing but love and kindness.

“I wonder what people would think if they saw you like says” you hummed “Like what?” he asked resting his face in the corner of your neck.

“Like a baby” Sergio pinched the side of your waist “Wait! Let me explain!” you giggled with his actions. “I’m listening, but you should be careful with your words, love” he teased.

“Well, everyone is used to see you like a beast on the shields, but they don’t know that you are actually a sweet boy” you tried to explain without smiling. “Oh shut up, i have to scare my enimies” he tried to defend himself “And i like to be know as a beast” he said proud.

“I only like to be sweet with you” 

“C’mon babe, you are so cute!” you said almost dying from happiness. You got his head with you hands, pecking his whole face with a bunch of kisses. “I love you so much!” 

“I love you too honey” he answer smiling at you.

You went back to the same position you were, with Sergio on top of you, his head on your chest, and now, your hands were carissing not only his hair, but his also his face and neck. 

After a long and stressful day, Ramos was finally in a good mode, nothing could be better than his wife company.

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[soccer-love]

Hiii mate, could make a request where the reader is a singer and write a song for her ex (the player you want or if difficult to choose could be Jill roord) and you decide if makes a happy or sad ending (the song: if you love her by forest blakk)

If you lover her

Jill Roord x reader

Jill tried to take a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut so she didn't need to see the big headline of the article she just read.

"Y/N Y/L/N releases single - old lover or new heartbreak?"

It was only a seven lines long article, trapped between an Interview with Taylor Swift and an advertisement for Harry Styles new tour.

Even though she knew that this was a terrible idea, she opened YouTube and searched for the new song.

The moment she head the soft voice again, singing the first line of the song, a million different thought rushed through her head.

Memories of old days.

Days that were almost forgotten.

And in the last coroner of her heart she could remember the feeling she had back then.

"Take it. If she gives you her heard don't you break it."

She felt tears forming in her eyes.

"Let your arms be a place she feels safe in"

Man she could remember the many times, she laid in your arms, feeling safer then at any other place in the world. Her head pressed in your neck, or resting on your chest. Forgetting the world around her, just relaxing.

"She always has trouble falling asleep."

The stressful days, packed with training, recovery, games and media stuff, we're getting more. At night, when she was laying in bed, the thoughts in her head just wouldn't shut up. The only thing that really helped here, was when she could sleep with her head on your chest and focusing on the sound of your heartbeat.

"And she likes to cuddle, while under the sheets"

Cuddling was for her, like the most intimate thing ever. More than kissing or having sex. From the outside she looked like a hard and funny person but inside she was actually a massive softy. And she loved just laying on your bed, hidden under the sheets and cuddled close to you.

"She loves Pop songs and dancing"

Jill loved the many dances you had, when she just randomly put on a playlist and started to swing her hips until it became a full dance while singing loud to the music. And she did that in the most random moments, while cooking dinner, making breakfast, brushing her teeth, getting dressed or just when she was bored while working out.

"and bad trash TV"

Oh yes, the many night you spend awake, or the many rainy days you two spend on the couch, watching whatever was on TV. Sometimes she would turn off the sound and make her own dialogs to the scenes.

"There's still a few other things"

"She loves love notes and babies"

Since your older sister already had two children and you were the godmother of both of them, you spend a lot of time with them. And Jill loved them with all her heart. The older one, Jenny was five years old when you broke up and loved soccer and everything that was related to the Frauen Bundesliga. The younger, Christoper was only two at the time and he loved Jill and Jill loved him.

"And likes giving gifts"

From every, really every place they played, she brought something with her. A expensive bottle of wine, from Rome. A scarf with little Eiffel towers on it, from Paris. A cookbook for Tapas from Barcelona and a red wool sweater from Sweden. And so much more, she loved gifting things to you.

"Has a hard time accepting, a good compliment."

"She loves her whole family, and all of her friends."

There was nothing Jill loved more than her family and her friends where part of her family, her team too. And she would do anything to protect her family.

"So if you're the one she lets in. Take it. If she gives you her heart. Don't you break it. Let your arms be a place. She feels safe in. She's the best thing that you'll ever have. She'll love you. If you love her. On days when. It feels like the whole. World might cave in. Stand side by side. And you'll make it. She's the best thing that you'll ever have. She'll love you. If you love her like that."

Durning the refrain she felt tears running down her cheeks, of curse this song could be about anyone. A person you had dated before her, someone you dated after her, but deep in her heart she knew it. She knew that this song was about her. About your story.

Kiss her with passion As much as you can

"Kiss her with passion, as much as you can."

She remembered the lots of kisses you shared, she loved kissing you. And you two had so many different ways to kiss. Soft and slow, with love, passionate and heated. Something else in every situation. Morning kisses where different then good nights and they where different then good luck kisses or kisses after a match. And of curse there where the kisses that you shared in spicy situations.

"Run your hands through her hair, whenever she's sad"

Jill remembered the night, they got kicked out of the European championship. You where with her the whole time, letting her cry in your arms and comforting her through the whole thing.

"And when she doesn't notice, how pretty she is, tell her over and over, so she never forgets."

It was probably one of the things you said the most to her, every day after she got dressed, after the matches when she was so sweaty and feeling dead she almost couldn't believe it.

And then again, the refrain. Jill already knew that she loved and hated that song at the same time.

As it ended, she quickly closed YouTube and opened google, searching for your next concert.

It was only two days until.

And before she could change her mind she bought one of the last available tickets.

----

After the last song, one about a couple getting married and spending there live together, people where throwing roses at the stage.

It was the moment you allowed your self to take a last look at the crowd and then you noticed her.

Standing in the middle, not screaming or celebrating, just standing there, smiling.

In her blue LFDY Hoodie, that you bought her so many years ago.

She looked down at the rose in her hand, a white pice of paper tied to it, before she threw it on stage.

Like after every show you picked up some of the roses, hers too, before saying "Good Night.", and leaving to go to the backstage rooms.

"Y/N the-"

"Not now." You cut your manager Brian off and walked into the room you used as a room to get ready and if you needed some alone time before the shows.

You gave him the bouquet of roses, only keeping the one from Jill, before closing the door behind you.

"Y/N, I know you don't like second chances, but please let us talk. We're staying at the same hotel, I'm waiting at the bar. Love J-"

She was right, you hated second chances.

But there was so much that you wanted to say to her.

You regretted that break up so much.

You both did.

You two never really had a fight until that one night.

It was a rainy night in London, Jill came home really late.

And from the moment she walked through the door, you knew something was up.

"I got offered to play for VFL Wolfsburg." she explained, you knew what that meant.

She was going back to Germany.

And you couldn't do long distance. It was already hard when she was away with Arsenal and you hated the days when she was away with the National Team.

You just had signed a contract with a producing company in London for two more albums. You couldn't leave that.

Without really talking about it, you two knew this was the end.

And by the time of summer, Jill had moved out of your shared apartment. With all of her stuff.

Her cloths, her sneaker collection, her soccer stuff, even her coffee machine.

It was like the live had moved out with her.

---

You hurried to get back to your hotel and refused to talk to anyone about what was up with you.

When you arrived at the hotel bar, you scanned the room, searching for her when you noticed a women sitting at the end of the bar.

There she was.

"Hey." You said and she turned around, she had changed into a black suit, making her look even more beautiful.

"Hi." she answered and it felt like haven, hearing her voice again.

"Can I?" You asked, pointing at the chair next to her.

"Yeah of curse, what do you wanna drink?"

"A Coke please." You answered and she ordered it for you.

"How are you?" she says, after the barkeeper placed the drink in front of you.

"I'm good. Any you?"

"Yeah me too." she says.

You open your mouth to say something but she cuts you off.

"Y/N. I don't wanna do small talk. I came because I need to talk to you"

"About what?"

"The song, If you love her was it about me?"

"Yes." you say, unable to form proper sentences.

"Why?"

"I....I thought it would help me to get over you but I cant. I'm still so in love with you."

"Oh Y/N." she sighs, happy that you still feel that way but also sad.

"I'm sorry that I left, I'm sorry that I didn't asked you to try it with me."

"No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just let you go, I should have fought for you." you say and she nods.

"I know that there is nothing, that I- that we can make to, just get back to this moment, but I would be willing to start over with you." she says and softly slides her hand on top of yours.

"Me too, I want us back."

"So, everything is on beginning now." she says and you nod.

"I'm Y/N." you induce yourself and hold your hand out for her.

"I'm Jill, nice to meet you." she answers, laughing.

#jill roord #vflwolfsburgfrauen #frauen bundesliga #arsenal wfc #jill roord x reader #oranjeleeuwinnen #oranje leeuwinnen x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #lgbtq #wlw

[mcu-coworkers]

Repairs

Summary: After some time apart and the right timing, Kylian decides to repair the damage he's done by all means necessary.

Pairings: Kylian Mappen x reader

Warnings: None really :\

A/n: wow its been a while very sorry to the person who requested this I cannot figure out how to respond to the tag but here it is I hope you love it! xx

Pt.2

What was once a cozy night away from the rainy weather of Paris quickly turned into one of the most painful nights you ever experienced in your life. That night was supposed to be about rekindling your relationship and reminding Kylian that there was still something worth fighting for here. But instead you were hit like a slap in the face with the reality that it was far from salvageable, and you didn't know where you both went so wrong.

“You ready, girly?”  suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by your friend you put on a small smile hoping she hadn't been standing there for long

“Oh, yeah  I‘m just fixing this piece that won’t stay down.” you said pretending to be focused on a strand of your hair.

“Y/n.” she said while reaching for the hair that was perfectly fine where it was.

“Yes?” you asked back looking at her through the mirror.

“Just because he’s in New York around the same time we are doesn't mean we're going to bump into him at the launch party. It’s a launch party. The list is limited!” she said, trying to reason with your anxious thoughts.

She was your best friend alright.

In a way she was right, it's just that when you saw those pictures of him in times square going around the day you landed you’d been on edge.

Keeping posts to a minimum, no locations, and definitely no notifications to avoid all the speculating comments asking if you two were back together or not.

“ I   guess you're right B, it's just that  I   worked so hard to be better after he left and part of that is because  I   managed to stay as far away as possible.” you said taking this moment you had alone to vent to her before you were surrounded in a club.

Sighing, your friend pulled you up and started walking you to the exit of the hotel room.

“Honey,  I   promise you everything is going to be just fine.” She said smiling when you finally decided to let all your worries go and smile with her.

----At the launch party----

You’d  had a couple drinks to help ease the nerves and so far they were helping.

As you were greeting a couple of other guests you heard a familiar voice come from behind you, “Y/N!”

Trying not to look like a deer frozen in headlights, you turned around and came face to face with Hiba, Achrafs wife.

You hadn't seen her or any of the wags since you left Paris months ago, only texting here and there but keeping it short to avoid any mentions of her husband's best friend.

“Oh my god hi!” was all you could muster to get out at the moment holding on to the hope that he wasn't here.

The more the small talk grew the more anxious you became and it got worse when Achraf walked up.

Yup, he was definitely here too.

“Y/n! How’s my favorite smartass!” he said bear hugging you in the process.

You couldn't help but laugh, he was always so full of joy and jokes.

Pulling away Achraf moved to the side and low and behold there he was.

As much as you wanted to turn away and pretend like you didn't see him you mustered up all your positive energy and walked up to him and gave him the kindest greeting in the world.

“Hi Ky, It's nice to see you.” you said, sneaking in the scent of his cologne, you missed that scent.

“You look beautiful Y/n, It's really nice to see you too.” he said with a small smile playing on his lips a bit taken back you’d been so nice to him.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in tightly, almost like the way he used to.

Before you got lost in that world again you pulled his arms off you gently, smiled and turned back to Hiba.

Luckily for you someone called you away at that exact moment.

“It was really nice seeing you guys, we should catch up next time you guys are in!” you said and you glanced one last time at Kylian with a small nod and a smile before you were off.

Finally you released that breath of air you didn't even know you were holding and put on a smile for the rest of the guests.

As the night went on you shared stolen glances with Kylian although you tried to pretend you couldn't feel his intense stare on you every time a male approached you for longer than five seconds.

Finally, you felt like you had your fill of people and decided it was time to find a lonely balcony until your friend was ready to go.

At last you were able to find one with a nice bench that had zero strangers having makeout sessions on it.

Sitting down you admired the cold night full of shining lights and people walking, having the time of their lives.

Oh to be worry free.

“Stuffy?” you heard a voice startling you.

“ I  am so sorry  I   should have knocked or something.” Kylian said, stumbling over his own words.

“No no it's okay  I   was just really fixed on the lights  I   didn't even hear you walk up. Sit, please.” you said realizing you sounded a little demanding you looked away to hide your blush.

Quietly he sat beside you and looked straight ahead not wanting to do anything to make you uncomfortable.

“How have you been?” he asked, breaking the tense silence.

“Good! Yeah, good. Focusing on the family business you know? And you?” you asked back, still focusing on the lights.

“Good PSG is staying on top, it keeps me busy.” he said looking down at his hands frowning.

This wasn't right. And he wanted to make it right.

“I'm sorry.” he whispered, finally looking at you.

It was then that he took in just how beautiful you looked. Your skin glowing, hair long and soft, but the look in your eyes was dull no matter how big you tried to smile.

And he knew why.

“What?” you asked caught off guard finally looking at him.

And for the first time you actually looked into his eyes and you saw the same look you saw that night only this felt different.

Now it didn't feel like there was a wall between you two.

“You didn't deserve that from me, from anyone, ever.” he started.

“No ky, you don't have-” you began but were quickly cut off.

“No  I do because  I haven't been able to live with myself since  I  left that night,  I   was in a bad place with PSG, with my friends, and with myself and instead of letting you in  I  pushed you away and took it all out on you and for that  I   am really sorry Y/n.” he said putting his hand on your knee.

Tears began brimming your eyes, this was the Kylian you fell for two years ago.

He opened up and showed you who he was behind the cameras and the tabloids.

“Ky,  I forgave you the minute it was over.” you whispered, raising your hand to his chin.

“ I don't want it to be over anymore.  I  hate that word.” he said leaning into your touch.

“ I   wish it were that easy, Ky, but what you did hurt me a lot.” you said pulling your hand away.

There was no way you would allow him in that easily after working so hard to find your inner peace again.

“Mon amour, please” he whispered, feeling his heart begin to beat faster.

What if you never took him back? He was already a sliver away from becoming part of the one percent that looked at your social media pages constantly if he wasn't already.

He couldn't live with just the bits of your life shared on social media. He wanted to be a part of those posts.

“Friends?” you asked, smiling a genuine smile for the first time in a while. Holding your pinky for him to accept.

Taking what he could get he accepted.

Leaning in closer to you and taking your pinky in his he chucked.

“Friends.” he said looking down at your lips leaning in closer by the second.

All restraints flying out the window you whispered, “We’re not gonna be friends.”

“Nope.” he finished closing the gap and pulling you in making sure you’d never slip away again.

Pulling away you did have one question for him.

“How did you get in here?” you asked curiously.

“ My name was on the list?” he said in more of a questioning tone.

“The list that  I   made?” you asked, trying to hold in your laughter, this was your launch party after all.

Lost for words Kylian hid his face and cuddled himself into the crook of your neck.

“The security guard was a big fan and  I dragged Achraf and Hiba here when  I saw Bianca's story.” He said casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Unable to hold in your laughter any longer you bursted into a laughing fit imagining Kylian stalking social media pages to find you.

Instead of making a snarky remark you just smiled and held on to him tightly embracing the peaceful silence and your new found “friend.”

#kylian mbappe #kylian #kylian x reader #psg #france #paris saint germain #kylian imagines #makes psg debut two days before brother kylian faces argentina in world cup final

[not-goldy]

So is Taehyung about to drop a diss track love song friends to lovers to exes back to lovers on Jimin or hit him with an, I wanna end the Friends and be more with you Jimin song to add to his Jimin song collection over the years, cause what on earth is this man doing? Look I love Jikook & will fight you over Jikook, but No way in hell Tae didn't know the title friends was gonna be associated with Jimin. Vmin been trending all day cause of it. I saw Tkk and jikookers raging all day fighting Vmin shippers. LMAO. Anyways. Does he even know what he's doing, is more the question? He is so confusing most of the time. Out here telling Jimin he likes him the most, while carting off to Paris and holding his GF's hand, well maybe ex girlfriend now, while namedropping Jk every other day. This man is so unpredictable. Posting Jikook doing questionable shit on a bday post for Hobi, but then posts pictures of his matching clothes with jennie, but then wants to drop a 'LOVE' song with the same title as a song he has with Jimin. SIGH. Anyways, COIN TOSS. Is it about Jennie or Jimin cause we know damn well its not about Jk or any other member, cause I don't think for a second, he'd outright shit on a title track he has with Jimin to relate to any other member. Pretty sure Jimin would throw hands over that anyways.

I'm honestly half kidding around here, but Someone pass the popcorn still, cause I'm seated for this one, considering I still have questions about Love Me Again, Blue, Rainy Days & For Us having coincidental Vmin references in them. Just repair whatever the hell is going on you two, cause we tired and want our 'Vmin Lesbians' era back.

Giving how bored and desperate I've been lately for some content- I'll take this and run with it

Love how it has us all fired up stretching our brains.

Could be the end of his being friendzoned by someone else or a melodramatic request to be taken out of the friendzone or just a plain ass earth to shippers friends is over cos hoes can't be trusted these days.

Either way I'm here for it🙂

I feel alive again 🙃

Just what I was craving for- drama and chaos 🙂

Oh- it better not be about Jimin if it's the later cos what the hell dude jx be minding his business don't go and get him dragged by your toxic stans and shippers 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[knifedancer]

Dancing In The Rain

Prompt: Rain In which Felix learns that Paris at night is much more beautiful when he dances in the rain…with Marinette.

~~~~~~~

It was a rainy Saturday in Paris, the city of love and magic, of superheroes and villains… One would expect to be charmed by a gentle sprinkle on such a lazy day! However, standing under the sopping café umbrella that threatened to snap shut under the weight of the current downpour, we find a boy who feels the polar opposite. Felix Fathom was unimpressed and just plain irritated with Paris – he didn’t even want to be here! It was not the city itself but his week that had put him in such a foul mood. He took stock of his life up to this point and was convinced he was on a bad luck streak – one that built with each passing day until this very moment.

Why, you may ask?

Monday he was shipped off to Paris by his mother to visit his oblivious cousin for two days. Two days of pretending he didn’t know Gabriel was Monarch. Sure, what could go wrong?

Well, he must have jinxed it or angered a random omnipotent god because this week must be divine punishment…

On Tuesday, he discovered his favorite fountain pen had exploded all over his new book and the contents of his book bag.

Wednesday his mother joyously announced he would be staying for the whole week due to work obligations on her part. Phenomenal.

Thursday he was targeted by an akuma – which, in all honesty, he had instigated the akumatization… but only because that damn waitress had dumped his iced coffee into his lap!

If the akuma seemed a little too hostile, well, Uncle was likely gunning for him…

On Friday, he discovered Gabriel had someone ransack his room – likely looking for the peacock miraculous. Felix suspected it was Uncle Gabe himself because half his clothes were ripped asunder by someone expressing a lot of frustration! And he was not sure what that awful odor rubbed all over his boxers was!

Although he was unsure what his uncle would have burnt to leave a random trail of ashes on the floor…

But this morning?

Oh ho ho, this fucking morning was the pièce de résistance!

Saturday brought forth quite a surprise! He awoke in Adrien’s bed, in his cousin’s pajamas, and a note on his forehead from said conniving cousin telling Felix to ‘fill in’ for him on a photoshoot while he spent the day with his friends. Felix had no idea how the model had gotten out of the house, although he assumed that he would find some of his own clothes missing from his closet if he checked. How did Adrien even get him from his room down the hall without waking him?!

That wasn’t even the worst part.

Halfway through the boring photoshoot on the outskirts of Paris, there was an akuma attack. Stormy Weather appeared after being slighted by the meteorologist at the news station – something about Stormy’s predictions being wrong? He didn’t fully know, he only caught part of her monologue before running for cover. They had been hit by hurricane level winds, sleet, and snow so suddenly that half the equipment had to be left behind. Le Gorille had rushed him to the car to make a quick getaway however, just eight blocks away, they had hit some black ice and popped two tires on the curb. Gorille sent him to go find a place to shelter while he called the auto club, but nothing was open due to the attack. So, Felix made the executive decision to walk back. He was about halfway across Paris when the wave of ladybugs purified the area. Finally, his day was looking up!

Felix pulled out his phone to call Le Gorille…only to find the battery dead. Great.

He was stranded, in the middle of Paris, with a dead phone and no money to even hail a taxi with. ‘This day could NOT get any worse!’ Felix thought in a huff.

That was when the rain started.

You see, Stormy Weather – Aurore, whatever – had predicted an unseasonable rain coming that day and the chief meteorologist had scoffed at the teen. Felix was suddenly very supportive of the akuma’s desire to correct the idiot! The blond ran down the street to a café, only to find it was closed due to a shortage of staff. Luckily there was a left-out patio umbrella that he could take shelter under until the rain lightened up.

Except that it didn’t. It grew heavier by the passing minute and Felix found himself huddled under a flimsy, soddy, dripping umbrella in seemingly the worst rainstorm to hit Paris since the Great Flood of 1910. The wet blond mused over the fact that somehow, someway, this was not caused by an akuma. If that were the case, then could all these linked bad events just be coincidence? Or was he simply that unlucky? Once he returned back to London, he would definitely need to ask Duusu if kwamis could curse people…

Just as Felix was about to settle for getting drenched in the rain, a flash of pink caught his eye. There, across the street, moved a lone hazy figure with a polka-dotted umbrella and pink galoshes. As he turned to look at them fully, he realized this figure was not walking down the street but dancing; kicking up puddles on the sidewalk while humming a little ditty as they crossed the intersection nearby. As the figure got closer, he could make out dark hair pulled back into pigtails… pigtails that reminded him of…

“…Marinette?” He hadn’t seen her since that disastrous night at the Diamond Dance!

The girl jolted with surprise when she heard her name, her bluebell eyes taking in the damp blond boy huddled beneath the dripping canopy. He looked exhausted and just as shocked as she was.

“Ad-Adrien? W-what are you doing out h-here?” she squeaked, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

‘Ah, she thinks I’m Adrien again…perhaps I could trick her into letting me borrow her umbrella,’ Felix thought strategically.

He plastered on his imitation model smile and approached her as far as his sparse covering would allow. “I uh… I had a photoshoot today, but then there was that akuma attack? Then my phone died! And, well, it’s a long story...” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Wow, talk about bad luck. But are you lost? Your house is this way,” the young designer pointed in the opposite direction that Felix had been headed.

The blond blinked and muttered a curse under his breath. “I guess I got lost with everything going on… Would you mind if I walked back with you?”

“Oh…um…s-sure,” Marinette lifted her umbrella to accommodate his taller frame. He ducked under but quickly discovered that she would shrink slightly from their proximity and cause the umbrella’s armatures to smack him in the head. With a gentle smile disguising his irritation, he offered to hold it for her, and she quickly acquiesced. They fell into a companionable silence as they walked. He knew he needed to say something, Adrien would obviously be chatting with her…

“So…what were you doing out in this storm, Marinette?”

“Oh…uh, I was out running a delivery for my parents.”

“Really? In this dreary weather?” Felix asked with obvious surprise.

“Dreary? No, I love the rain! There’s something magical about it…like having a million sparkles falling from the sky!” He watched as her eyes twinkled and he could almost imagine the raindrops glistening just from the brightness of her smile. “It’s special to me,” she finished with a blush.

“Is that why you were dancing in it when I saw you?” He chuckled remembering her hops and twirls on the sidewalk.

Her cheeks flushed dark red, her eyes dropped to her fidgeting hands, and her smile faded with her embarrassment. “Ooh…you saw that? I just…,” Marinette paused, unsure of how to proceed. “I’m not any good at dancing but…it’s fun,” she finished with a whisper.

Felix frowned at the change in her behavior, he clearly recalled their short dance together and her natural grace on the dancefloor. Perhaps she was just self-deprecating because she was intimidated by his cousin? Adrien would surely attempt to cheer up his friend – perhaps girlfriend – wouldn’t he? With not a second longer in hesitation, he stopped and held out his hand to the bluenette. She stared at it for a moment before turning her impossibly blue eyes toward him. “Could I have this dance?” Her eyes widened and she blushed, taking his hand bashfully. He handed her back the umbrella to hold over his shoulder as he wrapped her in his embrace. With a soft hum he began to lead her in a gentle waltz down the sidewalk.

Slowly but surely the warm smile returned and brightened before his eyes as he guided her into bigger and faster spins, keeping them both in tempo to the steps long ingrained in his limbs by dance instructors his mother had insisted he learn from – much to his dismay at the time. ‘I guess I’ll have to thank her now that those silly lessons were finally of some use,’ he thought while a grin spread unwittingly across his face. He lost himself to the movements of their dance, a comfortable warmth growing in his chest. In a rather large puddle he spun Marinette, her foot fanning out in a way that caused the standing water to splash in a great wave over the curb before she settled back into his arms for another set of steps with a giggle. The warmth grew as Felix dipped her, watching as her radiant smile turned up towards the heavens as raindrops danced across her face.

They progressed down the street, both of them smiling and laughing as their hair and shoulders were moistened by wayward drops that missed the umbrella. Eventually they slowed to a stop as they waited for the crosswalk light to change; he gazed down at her – noting the flushed pink cheeks, sparkling eyes, and wide smile. Felix wasn’t sure what came over him. He glanced down at her lips, parted and panting from their energetic dance, and suddenly wanted to know how they felt. With hooded eyes he leaned forward, his arm tightening around her waist as he felt her rise up slowly on her tip toes as if to meet him halfway…the umbrella dropped from her fingers as they slid to the short hairs on the back of his neck, but neither could find it in their minds to care about the rain falling on their heads…

Just as their lips were about to touch, a car came careening around the corner and hit the large puddle forming at the blocked drain. Felix quickly rotated them so that he would shield her with his body. Within seconds a massive, brackish tidal wave splashed over them both and left them drenched. Feeling the cold, dirty water sliding down his spine, the blond let out a string of English curses that even his mother would be ashamed of. Marinette seemed to jolt at the noise and stared at him while he pushed the very wet hair from his face – unconsciously putting it back into his normal style – as the heavy rain continued to pour on their heads. He missed the calculating look she gave him before that gave way to a small smile, then to a chuckle, then a full belly laugh. Felix looked at her dumbfounded before he, too, began to crack up at their situation.

“You look ridiculous,” she giggled out.

“You look like a drowned mouse!” Felix laughed back, unable to contain himself.

“At least I don’t look like an overgrown komondor!” They laughed harder, tears springing to their eyes as the rain plastered their hair to their heads.

‘When was the last time I laughed like this?’ both thought to themselves wryly.

They both eventually calmed down, wiping tears and hair from their eyes. He fished the umbrella from the sidewalk and shook some of the water free before offering it to Marinette. She shook her head and motioned for him to keep it. “My house is just a couple doors down from here. You need it more than I do. The mansion is just up this street,” the blue-eyed girl pointed down the adjacent road.

He furrowed his brow slightly, realizing that their stolen time was coming to an end; he found the warmth in his chest had turned to an ache – he would miss her presence. “You’re sure? At least let me walk you home.”

Marinette quickly shook her head, her wet pigtails flinging droplets of water with the motion. “I’ll be fine, besides you need to get back, so you don’t catch a cold.  We’re both soaked to the bone!” He watched as she hesitated for a moment before sliding in close, pulling him down by his shirt collar, and kissing his cheek. “Th-thank you for the dance, Felix.”

With a distant clap of thunder, a red flush crept up his neck and onto his face as her soft lips pressed against his cheek. In the seconds that it took for him to register her words, she had taken off at a full sprint and disappeared into the heavy rain – returning to the pink blur he first saw by that café. Felix stood there in the rain, speechless and flustered as he touched his cheek. He couldn’t say how long he stood there, staring off, but it was long enough that the downpour had finally become a light drizzle. He looked down at the umbrella in his hand as if looking for proof that this had not been a dream… He gripped the handle a little tighter. It was solid, tangible, real.

A small smile spread across his face. Perhaps his luck wasn’t so bad after all.

~~~ BONUS SCENE ~~~

On Friday after school, while Adrien took care of his extra Chinese lessons and the others were out of the house, Plagg decided to do a little reconnaissance. He carefully zipped across his holder’s room and phased through the wall, floating down the empty hallway until he got to the end. Once there he passed through the door and ducked behind a garbage can while he surveyed the room. A wicked gleam and mischievous grin lit up the kwami’s face; the room was empty!

It had been about two months since Tikki told him about the Adrien knockoff showing up with Duusu and making a mess of things. The London blond had been very combative with Ladybug but oddly protective of Marinette. Tikki was hopeful that Felix might be reformed and join their side – his other half was so optimistic like that. The cheese wheel was always half full with her!

Plagg though? He was a ‘it’s a half a damn wheel of cheese’ type of cat – he jokingly liked to say he was an ‘optipissed’: pissed off optimist. Could things go right? Sure, but things could also just be what they appear.

Plagg didn’t know if Adrien’s cousin was redeemable and didn’t care to figure it out; planning was Tikki’s thing. He preferred results. That’s why he decided to curse that fluffed-up popinjay with a little bad luck! Well, that was mostly because the tiny cat god wanted revenge. Tomato, potato. Right now, the cat kwami intended to get results by taking the peacock miraculous and get it to Pigtails ASAP. Plagg hoped that Felix had left it behind in a hidden compartment or spot in the room while not in use. If it was on his person, the black cat wasn’t sure what to do!

“Duusu!” the black cat called, “Hey Duusu! You in here?” There was no answer.

“Tsk. If I was a feather-brained, pompous, jerk face, where would I hide a broach?” Plagg asked himself as he looked around the room. He decided to check the desk first – rifling through the neat stacks of paper and pens – before dive bombing into the bed to phase through the mattress and pillows. No dice. He proceeded around the room, passing through lamps, tables, and books with increasing irritation. He didn’t even sense the miraculous nearby! He swatted a pillow with his tail in agitation.

Well, if he wasn’t going to get what he came for, he might as well enjoy himself…

Just then the door opened and Plagg hid himself inside a lampshade, watching with great suspicion as Gabriel entered the room to do his own snooping. The cat kwami stayed silent as his holder’s father dug through the closet and dresser, ripping apart jacket and suitcase linings in search of something. After about five minutes, Gabriel let out a soft growl and stalked back across the room to the door. With one last glance around the room, he slammed the door behind him.

‘Seems he didn’t find what he was looking for either!’ Plagg thought suspiciously, he wondered what the kid had stolen this time.

The black cat kwami slowly exited his hiding place, making sure no one would be near to hear his next actions. Then he phased into the closet and began to toss the remaining collection of trousers, vests, and pristinely pressed shirts all over the floor while he cackled with glee. When it was in proper upheaval, he gathered up one each of Felix’s socks from the dresser, called upon his cataclysm, leaving only a small pile of dust on the floor as evidence of their existence. Plagg then burrowed into the underwear drawer, intent to claw some holes in the materials there when the door opened again…

“Plagg?” came Adrien’s hesitant whisper.

Popping his head out the leg of a pair of boxer briefs with a cheesy belch, the kwami called back, “hey kid, I’m over here!”

Adrien quietly closed the door and stalked across the room, tripping on a shirt and unconsciously kicking up the small pile of ashes as he recovered his balance. Plagg watched with satisfaction as the ashes settled to litter a bigger portion of the floor. “What the hell are you doing in here? Felix will be home any minute!”

“Just lookin’ for the miraculous, kid. Figured we know sourpuss has got the peacock, perhaps he’d leave it unattended, then we could get it back to the guardian.”

“Did you have to make such a mess?” the blond pressed his hand to his forehead as he looked over the random piles and ripped items on the floor. “I’m already stuck doing that photoshoot tomorrow instead of hanging out with Nino; if Father thinks I destroyed Felix’s room, I’ll probably be grounded for life!”

Plagg landed on Adrien’s shoulder, “About that kid… I got an idea. Why don’t we…,” as he whispered quietly in his ear.

Adrien’s eyes lit up and he chuckled, gathering up a few pieces of clothes from the floor to use as his disguise in the morning. “That’s sure to put him in a fowl mood!”

~~~Author's Notes: yes I referenced a historical event (Great Flood of 1910), a specific breed of dog, and made a peacock pun.

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#miraculous ladybug #felinette #felix x marinette #marivanily #marinette dupain cheng #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #cross posted on ao3 #rainyday #dancing in the rain #felix dressed like adrien #not like that #Felix has terrible luck #He is definitely talking to Duusu later #fluff and humor #mild language #Plagg is a little shit #pov felix #POV Plagg #open ending

[mysteriouschar]

Rainy Day

It was a rainy day and somehow because of his luck Flix forgot to bring his umbrella. Now he was getting soaked in the rain .just then he sees a bakery around the corner .

Felix pov

Just my luck the day i forgot my umbrella it is raining cats and dogs and now my clothes are all wet. Why is it that mother wanted to visit uncle Gabriel and cousin Adrien.

Oh there is a bakery maybe i can wait there till the rain lessens or stops.

(runs and stands under the uplifted part of the roof{sorry don't remember the proper word} and starts running his hands through his hair)

(just then a girl who reached his chin came from inside the bakery)

oh another one of Adrian's fangirls ever since I came here I am being ambushed by Adrian's fangirls. Don't tell me I have to deal with one more of them in my present condition.

(looks into her eyes and is mesmerised by her blue bell eyes)

notices her lips moving

"hello sir, please come inside its cold here and the rain hasn't stopped you might get sick" said the pretty bluenette.

She is so cute and kind.wait..what am I thinking??wait say something.

"oh I don't want to bother the owners by making the inside a mess because of me" he said

"I am the owners daughter Marinette and I don't think mama and papa would mind" the girl known as Marinette said.

"that's kind of you miss Marinette as not many people would do that for a stranger" he said with a charming smile.(he is also one of those people who uses the person's title like miss and all)

"you know you can j just call me Marinette (Felix coughs a little interrupting her) come on you are getting sick because of the weather" she said.

(then she grabbed his arm and dragged him inside)

why am I letting her pull me inside. Why did I  smile to her I am not like that to others.

(Marinette went and got a towel and hot chocolate )

"here take the towel and dry your hair" said Marinette

she is so caring (takes the towel and starts drying his hair)

"thank you so much Marinette" (sees her tomato red face and smiles)

"oh its nothing (giving him the cup of hot chocolate)do you want to talk while its raining" she said.

"sure" he said.

Maybe this trip to Paris isn't that bad after all (goes with Marinette and sits at a table and start talking)

"thank you for your kindness an d keeping me company I would like to make this up to you may I take you on a date" he asks

Marinette pov

he is cute and my feelings for Adrian are gone now that I realise he wasn't who I thought he was. It was so fun talking with him, I didn't even realise so much time had passed.

"ye-yeah, sure. Here is my number (taking a slip of paper and writing her number) message me the time and place" she said smiling.

"of course mon chéri ."he said while kissing the back of her hand.

He is such a gentle man.(he walks to the door waving)

"he is different tikki I feel it" she said to her kwami.

"I think so too Marinette" said the kwami.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #felinette #felix graham de vanily

[cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut]

Getting to know each other!

Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses for the tag! This looks like fun!

APPEARANCE: i’m under 5’5” (5'3" in fact. Smol boy) // i wear glasses/contacts// i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing// i have one or more piercings (right ear pierced. Fun fact I once supported a young man to a swimming pool without taking my earring out, and as we climbed the stairs to one of the slides he looked at me in complete and sudden horror and said "Oh my god your other earring must have fallen out in the water!" I had seen this man almost every day for multiple years and this is how he learned I only have the one piercing) // i have at least one tattoo (five!)// i have blue eyes// i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look (it wavers but I work actively on this tbh)// i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards (oh how i WISH I had the face shape for baseball hats)

HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition (won a short story contest once!)// i can cook or bake without a recipe (yeah but the dishes I make don't technically exist/have formal names so idk, it's all about luck)// i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows// i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing (I will not sing in front of people but privately I love it. My dad once overheard me singing at 14 and told me I was good but I simply remain scarred by the memory of being overheard fifteen years ago...) // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friends i have known for ten years (twenty years this year!) // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child (I mean I'm technically not but that's a story only few will be told) // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online (love you guys, Paris forever lol)

AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside (I haven't done this for a while but I used to do it all the time, maybe I should do it again) // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season 🍂

MISCELLANEOUS: i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend// i live by a certain quote (it changes, but I like to have one on the go) // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities //i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift (failed four driving tests in a manual lol) // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

This was fun! Tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom, @dreamingofmickeywaffles @velvet-ink and @reasonandfaithinharmony if you haven't played and would like to.

#right now the quote is “your heart is always your solution” - Rafael Silva

[blissooya]

[WEVERSE] 230709 슝이🌹 update

BLINK! I can't believe it's already been a year and a month and a half ☺️ I think time feels faster because we're on a tour! I wonder how BLINK's day to day is. Are you having a good day while overcoming the chaotic weather?☔️ I always miss you and I hope there will be a time we can talk and meet soon again I love you! Let's smile a lot and have a happy day 🍀♥️ When was this again... One day Jisoo 🐱

👤 : Jisoo what do you do when you don't feel confident?

🐰 : You have to experience the situation! And don't forget that I'm on my side haha I have to love myself and I'm also on your side 🥰

👤 : Your phone case is cute

🐰 : It broke so I don't have it anymore!! 🥲

👤 : Recently, when I was depressed, Jisoo's song comforted me and I remembered your smile, so my tension is 100% better!!!1️⃣0️⃣3️⃣❣️❣️

🐰 : I should smile a lot for Blink! Seeing Blink's smiling face also gives me strength! Let's smile a lot with each other 😁

👤 : What should I do when I'm afraid to face new things... It's amazing for there is only half a year left for my 23rd year, I want to stay longer

🐰 : Like you'll miss being 23 you'll miss being 24 haha keke Let's enjoy 23 without regrets to face 24 happily✨

👤 : Unnie it's so hot in Japan. Take care of your health

🐰 : Korea is also hot, rainy, humid, sunny, and thundering! ㅠㅠ Everyone take care of your health

👤 : Jisoo Unnie, Can you give me the slipper you left behind? 🤪🤪 hahahaha hahahaha 🤪

🐰 : ㅠㅠ Kekekekeke So funny, actually while I was wearing it that morning I thought about it but it became a reality..

👤 : Unnie do you like peaches or crispy peaches

🐰 : All peaches! Any! kekeke But what's crispy peach

👤 : Jisoo!!! How are you feeling today??❤️🌹

🐰 : Somewhat sentimental, but also have no thoughts...? I'm even thinking about if this is possible of what I can do at the same time

👤 : Come to Osaka ~😭😭🩷🩷🩷 I missed you then

🐰 : ㅠㅠ I really want to go🥲 If I go again please welcome me 🥲♥️

👤 : Unnie I want to see driving Jisoo

🐰 : kekekeke How do I film driving Jisoo hahakekekeke the person who enjoys parking the most..

👤 : See you in Vietnam 🇻🇳 💗

🐰 : Nervous to finally meet you!!! See you soon🤩♥️

👤 : Do you still want to eat hotpot even though it's been hot lately? 🔥🔥🔥

🐰 : I ate it not too long ago but after seeing this I want to eat again...

👤 : Unnie do you have any recommendations for visiting Jejudo?

🐰 : Since I like kimbap, I ate kimbap.. kekekekekekekeke Kimbap that I truly really like... Kimbap is delicious..

👤 : When you eat jeongol (korean style hotpot - but I think op meant huoguo chinese hotpot) what is the most important ingredient

🐰 : Jeongol.. is that huoguo....?? For me its that fish..? I eat that a lot but do you know what it is

👤 : Jishu please tell us today TMI

🐰 : uhm... I haven't eaten yet, I'm hungry!

👤 : Jisoo were you happy at Hyde Park? 🖤🩷💜👀

🐰 : Very fun haha it was refreshing... 👍🏻

👤 : Kim Jisoo did you watch Elemental??

🐰 : Yes!!! keke it's fun haha

👤 : Did your taste change and you started liking mangoes?

🐰 : Suddenly a mango-holic kkkkekeke I always eat it before a concert with Chaengie

👤 : I bought a concert ticket in Paris, but I cant go because I hurt my foot in a car accident 😭😭 I want to see you 😖😖🫶🏻

🐰 : omg!!!! you can't be hurt ㅠㅠ not being hurt is first! ㅠㅠ

👤 : Did you watch BPM?

🐰 : The claw machine was hard! Chaeng I admit it's impressive!!

👤 : Chu I met Bbeu by chance at London Supreme! I went to bst too! It's me who told you about Coachella at fansign

🐰 : kkk oh! Wasn't it hard??? what were you holding?? I looked around diligently hh It's great you met Lisa!! It would be even better if you met me but it's a pity 🥲

👤 : Jisoo MBTI is CUTE

🐰 : I suddenly want to do it again after seeing this kkkeke

👤 : Nyongan Nyongan I'm a blink~! I wanted to see Jisoonie so I came here~ 🎶🎶 (to the beat of helium song)

🐰 : HiHi I'm Jisoo~! I came here to reply to blinks~

👤 : Chu noona, tonight let's meet at dream station exit 1 🤍

🐰 : Kekekekekekekeke so funny 🤣🤣🤣 Ok let's gather there today after a long time

👤 : JISOO! What's your hair color?

���� : Basically black?! But I dyed it dark again (well it's been a while) did no one notice..? Does it mean that there wasn't much of a difference from brown to black..🥲 kekekekekeke

👤 : Jisoo if you were a Marvel character what would you be? I personally want to see Captain Jisoo kekeke

🐰 : For Marvel, I've only watched Guardians of the Galaxy.. hmm... I want to be Groot! I like trees!

👤 : If you could become one of the elements in Elemental, what would you want to be??

🐰 : Water! It looks easy to move around..

🐰 : Elemental Jisoo ver. Seeing this makes me want to be water kekeke💦 Also does anyone know what is a rhinoceros when it falls.. not kong-ceros ㅠㅜ

🐰 : hh blink I'm going now! ♥️ Everyone eat well!! I might turn on live soon kk The live not too long ago... it was difficult and shocking but I'll go live on ig or wv! hehe see you soon ♥️ Until then everyone has to be happy and have fun, always thank you and love you ♥️🍀

#jisoo #blackpink #jisoo updates #blackpink updates #kim jisoo #blackpink jisoo #jisoo blackpink #bp jisoo #jisoo kim #jisoo bp #weverse #김지수 #블랙핑크 #블랙핑크 지수 #지수

[theit-girlblog]

THE IT GIRL BLOG.

hiya angels,

today we’re going to be talking about one of my favourite things… FASHION !! my style is evolving as i grow, change and find my true aesthetic. i’ve got three different categories of fashion to show you all today and now to style and find clothes for each of them!

the categories:

casual/ chill

fancy/ occasion

wardrobe staples

CASUAL / CHILL ‘FITS

these three outfits are super cute examples of looking cute, and comfy in stylish yet classy ways! sure you can look cute in black joggers and a grey shirt, but you can look properly put together in outfits like these.

🎀🎻💌

the first outfit consists of grey joggers, a grey cardigan, a white shirt with a small graphic design and a beige cross-body bag for a pop of colour- this would be perfect for the airport, going shopping, studying or school. to find the perfect clothes for this outfit i’d suggest shopping at H&M

🎀🎻💌

the second outfit consists of beige joggers, a white tank top, a beige cardigan and white headphones- this would be perfect for a coffee date, school (again) and even a brunch out with friends! to find the perfect clothes for this outfit i’d suggest shopping at zara and any tech shop for the headphones.

🎀🎻💌

the third outfit consists of a beige crew-neck jumper, a brown skirt, white leg warmers, black loafers and a beige backpack- this would be perfect for studying at the library, going on a cute café date with your crush, or even to go out for dinner! to find the perfect clothes for this outfit i’d suggest shopping at shein and H&M.

OCCASION ‘FITS

these two outfits are so classic and timeless and a sure fire way to look beautiful on a rainy day in the city.

🎀🎻💌

the first outfit consists of a polo-ralph-lauren teddy bear knitted jumper (a classic), black tights, black boots and a black mini skirt- this outfit would be perfect for a fancy dinner out in london, a date or any other occasion that needs you to look like an elegant princess (which is every occasion). to find the perfect clothes for this outfit i’d suggest shopping at polo ralph lauren and H&M.

🎀🎻💌

the second outfit consists of a black ‘paperboy’ flat cap, a white blazer, a black mini skirt, black boots and black tights- this outfit would be perfect for a walk about the cold streets of paris, or to go shopping in the city! to find the perfect clothes for this outfit i’d suggest shopping at zara and for a more high end look try looking for accessories in selfridges or harrods.

WARDROBE STAPLES

wardrobe staples are pieces that you should accumulate over time to really enhance your style. the ones i have shown can be found on shein or in zara (they can be found anywhere with different price ranges). i have included some designer and expensive items but dupes and ‘inspired products’ are a thing so do not stress about brands and all of that nonsense!!

in order to have the oh so desirable style of Jia, Jennie, Wonyoung etc pink, beige, blue and white are the perfect colour pallet.

stay kind, confident, beautiful and iconic my angels

much love, xx

#ive #kpop #law of assumption #manifesation #subliminals #wonyoung #fashion #wardrobe #staples #accessories #pink #white #beige #blue #jeans #shirts #tank top #icon #angels #clothes

[amchara]

leave a light on (Cordelia Carstairs and Matthew Fairchild)

Cordelia Carstairs, Matthew Fairchild (Matthew/Cordelia if you lean that way, ie. as much Fairstairs content as we currently get in canon but this can also definitely just be read as friendship fic)

Wordcount: 1,380 words

Set immediately post-Chain of Iron, Matthew and Cordelia have to stop for the night before they get to Paris. Some classic comfort fic, where I decided Cordelia needs to be the one taken care of, for once.

Ahh, I am not sure I am fully ready to be back on tumblr [things are still tough irl] - but I saw the gorgeous Chain of Thorns cover release and it suddenly released some keen that I hadn't had for month for TLH and this is the result. Hope you enjoy!

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Cordelia watched as the gas-lit lights reflected in the window, obscuring the rainy weather outside. She could feel beads of water drip from the edges of her hair onto her forehead. The borrowed wool coat felt heavy on her shoulders. Behind her, she could hear Matthew conversing in soft French syllables with the hotelier, asking for rooms and for some food to be brought to them, despite the late hour. 

The clock had chimed a few minutes ago; only an hour until midnight. This day had felt intolerably long, Cordelia thought suddenly. The morning felt a hundred years ago and she herself felt aged to the same degree, no longer the naive girl who had thought she might finally have found reciprocal love with James. 

They had disembarked from the ferry into the dark streets of Calais. Matthew had initially thought to press on and find a carriage to take them straight on to Paris. “Only imagine what it would be like to wake with the dawn light streaming along the banks of the Seine and the streets of Paris shining before us,” he said, his tone equally light and airy. It was a lovely picture to imagine (if perhaps a trifle optimistic, given her recollection of the city’s streets) and so Cordelia had quickly nodded agreement. 

He had offered her his arm, and they started through the foggy quarters of the town, but less than a hundred yards in, Matthew had stopped short. “You’re trembling,” he noted, frowning. “And you haven’t eaten much today, have you?” 

Before she could think to object or even reply, he had whisked them into the nearest reputable-looking hotel, deposited her into a large mauve armchair and had begun charming the dour-looking woman behind the desk. 

“Daisy?” Cordelia started and for the briefest of moments, she thought it was James, having come to his senses. Like she had hoped against hope at the train station, that he would appear out of a plume of smoke and soot, begging her to come home. 

But even as the sting of disappointment hit her, it disappeared as Matthew’s figure came into view, his blond hair curling damply around his face, the beautiful angles of his cheekbones highlighted in the dim light, his smile gentle as he held out a hand to her. 

She accepted it. 

--

The room was small but perfectly adequate to Cordelia’s eyes and initially, she didn’t know why Matthew was hovering anxiously beside her. 

“Oh,” she said, realising, as the hotelier left them without bothering to direct Matthew to his room.

“I apologise profusely,” Matthew said, and Cordelia could see a heat rising in his cheeks as he looked at the bed in question and then away at the floor. “There was only one room still available, and given the iciness of your hands, I did not want to drag you out again into the night. As I mentioned before we left London, I will be the consummate gentleman and sleep on the floor- or if that does not suffice- I will go out and sleep in the stables and-”

Despite the late hour, Cordelia could not help but smile. “I believe you and no, you will not be sleeping in the stables,” she said. 

He was still watching her worriedly. “But I will, if you ask. And as a precaution, I also registered us under different names. This is a mundane place but I thought it best to avoid it coming to light with the Clave later on…”

A consideration that she had missed but at this stage, she was past caring about her reputation. For what good it had done her? And would do her, past this trip?

She patted his shoulder, grateful for its solidity and warmth. “Matthew - we are both tired and famished,” she said simply. She nodded at the simple meal that had been set out for them. “Shall we?”

His eyes were dark, as she looked up at him but he swept an arm open and beckoned her forward. “As you wish,” he said. 

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As a small child, Cordelia had been frightened of the dark. Not wanting to trouble her parents, she had always had Alastair check the corners of whatever new lodgings they had. Her brother had often grumbled, particularly as they grew older. But he still did it automatically - even for their house in Kensington, although Cordelia had long since considered herself capable of handling her fears. Particularly as the wielder of Cortana.   

Perhaps it was being parted from Cortana. 

Perhaps it was because she had rarely slept away from her family. 

Perhaps- it was the grief for her father that she had previously suppressed in order to deal with more pressing matters. 

Perhaps- it was for James and how she had let herself be fooled for so long. Or for the deal she unwittingly had made with Lilith (how could she have been so stupid?)

But it all crashed over her, overwhelming and insurmountable. She felt ice-cold with despair, her teeth beginning to chatter. And she was scared, as she hadn’t been for years and the tears were soaking her pillow and she tried to stifle the sobs that were emerging-   

“Cordelia,” Matthew’s deep, musical voice was soft. She could hear scuffing as he moved from his nest of blankets and for the second time in as many hours, she could feel him kneeling beside her, blindly seeking her out in the moon-lit room.  

She grabbed his hand, as if one might while drowning. 

“I’ve- it’s all ruined,” she said. “Oh Matthew, I’ve ruined everything. And I- I don’t know what to do.”

He held her hand, stroked her forehead, smoothed away the tears on her cheeks. “My darling, my darling,” he crooned. “Believe me, you have not.”

She shook her head, the tears falling faster. She couldn’t believe him. 

Moving carefully, as if not to spook her, Matthew sat her up, and positioned them in the bed so that she was cradled against him. As the warmth of his chest spilled through against her thin dress, and he held his arms tightly around her, slowly her shivers ceased and the tears began to slow. 

She shook her head again slowly, and she knew that he could feel her do so. 

“It’s okay if you don’t believe me right now. I’ll believe enough for the both of us,” he whispered. “Because you are Cordelia Carstairs and you are the most amazing, caring, fearless woman I know- and you will get through this and find your path again. And I will help you, however I can.”  

He held her, asking nothing else - as her ragged sobs slowed, and tears stopped and as her breathing started to slow, sleep starting to claim her. 

She felt him lay her back down onto the bed, a whisper-fine touch of his hands smoothing strands of hair behind her ear. He moved to stand up. To return to his separate bed. 

But it was still dark. And she still felt the loneliness and fear and grief. 

“Matthew,” she said. “Please-” Cordelia paused. 

Matthew hesitated.   

She knew it was inappropriate. Selfish, even. She knew that perhaps their previous interaction could be explained- however intimate- as comforting in grief, much as she had done when he had confessed his long-held secret to her. But what she was asking now could cross an unspoken line. 

“You only have to ask and I will do it,” he said hoarsely. 

“Stay,” she said. 

He did. 

Holding her against him, Matthew’s breath was at first careful and deliberate as if waiting for her to object. But gradually it evened, becoming peaceful and steady as he fell asleep. Cordelia’s eyes also became heavy, and even though the darkness still pressed in on her, she felt safe enough to allow herself to drift. 

In the morning, as the dawn light spilled across Matthew, haloing a face relaxed and vulnerable in a way it never was while awake, Cordelia thought, while it wasn’t Paris yet as he had promised, it was still a wondrous sight. A boy who cared and who was there for her when she needed it. Perhaps, despite all this mess there was still hope. 

And they would find it together in the city of light.  

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Taglist: @lifeofbrybooks @dontmindmyshadowhunting @life-through-the-eyes-of @writeordie-4 @thomastaircompassrose @imherongraystairstrash and ahh, I am forgetting people who like TLH but lemme know if you want added/deleted to this tag list.

#tlh fanfiction #tsc fanfiction #matthew fairchild #cordelia carstairs #the last hours #fairstairs #my fanfic #chain of thorns

[harringtons-cupid]

Dreaming ~ Paris Geller x Rory Gilmore

One - Gold Rush

Warning:

Penetrative sex, kissing. Drinking abuse

Paris and Rory had chemistry, the way the other would exchange a glance every second they had. The close kisses between sleepy girls at a childhood sleepover, the hand holding when feeling nervous at the school debates between their chairs. There had always been missed opportunities, all of these chances made Paris's heart sink at every chance. She liked Rory, she thought she was clever, pretty, funny, different and kind to her. They understood each other, Paris felt comfortable around Rory but she was always wanting more. 

Never telling Rory her true feelings, the boys she dated, the crushes she claimed to have where there as a distraction. Rory implicating this as pure attraction was obvious when she encouraged Tristian to date Paris and wondered why she reacted so badly, it wasn't because she didn't like Tristian its because she liked Rory. Everyone but Rory saw that. It's not that she didn't like boys, she just didn't like them since she was madly in love with Rory. 

On the first day of Yale, when Paris was labelled as the 'lesbian', Rory tried to reassure her that they 'needed' to pick on someone. When all Paris did was ask the wrong girl out, they were right to pick on her. People would whisper down the corridors towards her, Rory ignoring this until Logan.  His first words to Paris after not seeing her for a long time were ''Oh, I didn't realise you were a lesbian Paris. It makes a lot of sense come to think of it''

 Rory was quick to defend her, both Logan and Paris looked at her indicating that she really couldn't read between the lines. 

This continued throughout their relationship, the only person Paris found herself confiding in was Jess. She taunted him, they bickered back and forth but he seemed to care about her. Rory had ditched them both for Logan on a rainy October day, she had originally planned to have a movie night but Logan turned up randomly soaking wet inviting her to go out and she jumped at the chance. Leaving both sourly behind sitting on their couch with the television blaring, they ordered take out after arguing about not wanting anything. Sitting there sulking until Paris threw a menu at him and demanded he choose something. He rolled his eyes and picked up the menu, after listing his choices to Paris who gave him a disgruntled look and listed her own choices she rang up. 

They waited 30 minutes before food arrived, they had put on a crappy movie after Jess throwing up his hands at the movie choice. His arm was stretching across the couch, touching Paris' hair. Out of spite, he began twirling a few pieces between his fingers with a smirk on his face as he watched her scream in anger, he burst out laughing his eyes not leaving her as she walked into the kitchen. She routed around in their fridge before retrieving a pack of beers and wandered back in the living where Jess was sat smirking at her still. She rolled her eyes, thrusting some of the beers into his lap and sat down next to him. 

After watching one film, Jess jumped up and began to flick through the choices that were laid out in front of them. He pulled faces at the choices before leaning towards the least cringy film, 'Ferris Buelers day off' Paris sighed loudly and motioned for him to replace the video. She watched him as he delicately transferred the two videos, he had a soft touch. Unsure if it were the four beers they had drank between them but she felt enchanted by him, the only other person she felt this for was Rory but she had never felt this for a boy before.  She factored in the prospect was that they were both in love with Rory that mutual connection brought them closer. And not the prospect of the fact that she found him cute. 

She broke her thoughts just as his body bounced down onto the couch, she got up quickly her words stuttering as she went back into the fridge. 

''Crap'' she muttered to herself, not realising she had loudly projected it into the fridge. Jess's voice was travelling across the room until she heard it right behind her. Making her jump out of her skin, he laughed to himself at her reaction. 

''You okay there?'' he looked slightly concerned as she removed herself from the deeper depths of the fridge, her face bright red from the cold and from embarrassment. 

''Yeah, umm. We have no more beers left'' her voice sounded shy and stuttery as she looked her. His eyes were focused on her, their bodies were close and she wasn't sure if she wanted to push him away or kiss him. He made her feel different. 

''Well, we could go and get some. You have a shop near here don't you?''

She felt herself nodding, unable to speak as he had moved closer to her. He smirked at her, watching her body tense up and moved back. 

He walked back into the living room as she rushed into her bedroom, throwing on a long coat and some shoes. He looked at her, she looked almost pretty between the bright living room light and the dark corridor as she turned around to look him. Their bodies were closer at this point, stumbling out of the room and he moved away slowly to allow her to lock the door. 

She looked at him, as he stood there in a black faux leather jacket with no coat. Feeling furious that he didn't ask for her to bring an umbrella she scowled at him. 

''You have no coat'' she growled under her breath, pushing ahead of him down the corridor. She heard him laugh behind her, his footsteps gaining up with her. 

''Does Paris Geller, care about me'' his laugh irritated her, like an itch that won't go away no matter how many times you scratch. She was only spending time with him because Rory wasn't there. But she found herself, slightly enjoying his company. He made me feel better, she felt comfortable around him. 

Not in the way Rory made her feel but they were in the similar boat when it came to their feelings about Rory and they both had accepted that. Deciding to bite their tongues and try to enjoy their time together as they both knew that Rory wouldn't be coming home tonight. 

They reached the shop, Jess looked like a drowned rat and Paris didn't look much better with rain dripping off them. The shop was bright and loud, as they scanned the aisles until they reached the liquor area. Standing together, their arms were close together. He stole a glance at her, his opinion on her had changed. With her makeup slightly staining her face, the rain still dripping quickly down her cheeks. She looked like a mystery, a pretty mystery.. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he realised she was barking at her, he smirked at her and zoned back in. 

''Can you get something else, just pick it up. I will buy it don't worry your pauper head'' 

Looking at the alcohol in front of him, he had no idea what to grab. The glass bottle shouting at him as he zoned in and out, staring at the bottles until Paris snapped him out of his thoughts waving a mixer bottle in her hand along with a crate of four beers. He picked the closest one to him, some own brand Vodka. And followed her towards the counter. 

She paid and asked for a bag, as they were leaving the shop. He grabbed the bag off her, causing her to curse at him but not stopping him from grasping it. They walked back in silence as the rain had got heavier making it hard to talk without rain dropping into their mouths. After drying off slightly, Paris instructed Jess hang his coat up on their radiator must to his refusal she towered over him on the couch until he was forced to hand it to her. 

''Are you cold?'' her voice sounded distant as she hung his jacket on the radiator and found an old jumper of her father's which she threw at him. She rushed around between the couch and the kitchen until she brought back two cups for their alcohol.  He had opened a beer and placed it front of her on the coffee table, he was sipping his own can loudly which he knew annoyed her. 

''I was but i'm okay now. Thanks'' he continued to sip his can loudly, not breaking eye contact with her. Smirking into his can as she sighed loudly and flopped down onto the couch next to him. Pressing play on the television and letting the movie play loudly into the room. 

They settled into the couch together, she had accidently moved closer to him than before as she drank from her can. Focusing intently on the movie, looking at him every time he sipped loudly into his can. Once he had finished his first can, he opened his second looking at her gently as she gripped onto it tightly. Feeling the fear of needing to catch up, she necked as much of the can as she could before feeling herself get gaseous and laughing loudly. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow pretending not to laugh into his can as they maintained eye contact. 

She reached over and opened the bottle of vodka that Jess had picked out, he handed her bottle of mixer which she accepted and watched as she poured it into her cup. 

''Want some?'' she looked slightly innocent as she peered at him, her eyes made her looked cute as she waited for his response. He felt rude to decline as she was eagerly grasping onto the bottles. He pushed his cups closer to the bottles and helped her pour it into his cup. 

They both took a sip of the ridiculously strong drink that she had poured for them both and they both reached for the bottle of mixer. Their hands meeting making them pause, figuring out in their heads who was going to top up their first. Jess let go of the drink, not watching as it slightly slipped out of her hands. They both gasped loudly before Jess caught it just in time to see some of it spill onto the carpet. 

In annoyance, she got up and walked towards the kitchen to collect a towel to clean it up with. As she was gone, Jess filled up both their drinks and returned it to the table placing the lid tightly on the top and handed her, her drink with a weak smile. She rolled her eyes, scrubbing the carpet rapidly as she muttered angrily to herself. 

She threw the towel onto the side of the table and returned to her seat, her arms were crossed tightly around her chest. It took her a moment to notice Jess's hand which was extended out holding her drink tightly in his hand. She looked at it then looked Jess, raising her eyebrows before taking it off and placing it to her lips. When she tasted it, she noticed that it wasn't as strong as it once more and her expression weakened as she drank most it quickly. The tanginess was not something she had tasted much, the sweetness of the mixer and the alcohol together made her crave more. 

Jess sat there watching her fill up her cup once more with the combination, his expression was amused as she gulped down the contents in the cup. Her eyes staring at the television, not once looking at him. Her thoughts drifted between Rory, who was properly lay up in bed at Logans and Jess. In particular his lips, she felt drawn to him as she turned to look at him. Maybe it was the alcohol but she leant back into the couch, her eyes flickered to him as he turned to see her looking at him. Their heads resting against the couch just looking at each other, as they drank their drinks. They were both tipsy or in Paris's case slightly drunk. 

She felt herself giggly as the alcohol made her feel different, he watched her tilt her head down looking at the contents in her cup. His fingers reached across towards her face, placing them lightly underneath her chin and lifted her face up so that their eyes met. She felt giddy, as they stared deeper into each others eyes, she wasn't sure if she room was spinning or if Jess was really getting closer to her. Closing her eyes as she felt his lips met hers, his hands were still lightly holding onto her chin. Hesitantly, she kissed him back and melted into their kiss. It felt amazing, she had been kissed before but never by someone as delicate as him. She had always wondered what it would be like to kiss Rory but kissing Jess, she kind of knew. 

She placed her cup clumsily onto the table in front of them, he copied her as their bodies moved closer together deepening their kiss until his hands were tangled in her hair. Neither of them thought that they would ever kiss the other but as they let their bodies flow together, they wondered why it hadn't happened before. Possibly because of Rory, they rarely had opportunities to be alone. 

They kissed on the couch until the television turned itself off, they stopped at the noise of kissing and she grabbed her cup. Downing the rest of the contents, walking over to the tv, placing them into the depths of darkness. Standing over him in the dark, he reached up and kissed her once more before following her as she walked towards her bedroom. 

Placing their cups down on her desk, she made sure that they were on top of protective covers. The moonlight streamed through her bedroom as he felt her body close to her, following her body as he kissed her neck from behind. Goosebumps appeared prickled her skin with every kiss, the air of the room making her shiver as they undressed. The sounds of her clothes falling to the floor, as she stood over him on the bed. His exposed chest, was illuminated with the little light his hands felt like fire to her skin as he pulled her close their lips aching to be touched once more. She had never felt this way, she had, had fantasied about being with a girl and how magical it was but every time she had been with a boy it was horrible. They had not shown her the same amount of attention, like she was beautiful. 

That she was worth something more than helping them cheat their way through school.

In this moment Jess wanted her and she wanted him. Their minds flickered continuously to Rory as they lay on top of each other, their bodies moving in moonlight. Their hands grasping onto each with lust and need, fascinated by one another.

Out of nowhere, her body tensed up and she pushed herself off his lips. He was still inside her as she straddled his waist, her hands perfectly caressing his chest hair.

“You’re not thinking of Rory are you?. That you’re having sex with Rory and not me” her voice was shaking as his hands were gripping into her hips, pausing to look at her after she spoke.

“What? No? What makes you think that” his voice scorned her, as she saw the slight annoyance in his eyes as he tried to figure out what she meant.

“Umm- no- I just got worried. No one has looked at me the way you looked at me, so I just got anxious I guess” she felt stupid, trying to turn away from him. Her eyes not meeting his.

He removed his hands firmly from her hips, reaching up to touch her face. Moving her eyes so that they met hers and brought her down towards him, resting her nose on his and looked her deeply in the eyes.

“Paris, I might be drunk but right now I want you” he sounded hot as his voice got raspier. She moved their lips together and kissed him hard.

She felt a feeling, she never thought she'd feel especially for Jess. She wanted to be fucked.

 '''Show me that you want me Jess'' her voice felt desperate against his lips, she felt hungry for him. Lusting to feel something, she secretly hoped that Rory would come to flat. She missed her, missed her voice, her scent and needed her energy but being this close to Jess excited her.

''Oh fuck'' Jess's voice sounded hot as he whispered, his eyes were filled with lust as he looked at her. His body thrusting inside her, they moaned together as his hands were still gripping onto her hips lightly digging into her skin making her wince at the pain. But she moved with his body, his head was leaning further into the pillow as he watched her awe. 

How could he mean to someone who looked so majestic in the moonlight of her bedroom?. Whimpering on his dick, as she rode him and tightening herself around him making him grunt with pleasure. Her hands were pulling on his hair as she felt her body relax, a feeling she had not felt in a long time. He grabbed onto her, forcing her to stop riding him as he pounded into her beneath him. He watched as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, still slightly drunk from the copious amount of alcohol she had drunk in a short amount of time. 

Her body relaxed further as she felt a feeling, she had never felt before. Feeling warm and gooey inside, releasing herself onto him as she moaned and gasped loudly. He felt her body cum, groaning at the sensation as he held her down and came hard inside her. Their sweaty bodies moving together as she had weird feeling to encourage him through his orgasm and gasped as she felt him warm her up. 

He stayed inside her for a few moment before she collapsed onto his chest, panting and gasping. A smile appeared on her face, sweat dripped off their foreheads as they kissed passionately. She got up, picking up a spare glass beside her bed and filling it up with water from her en-suite bathroom, thrusting it towards him and making him take a drink. Before returning to sit beside him, their backs resting against the cool wall that her bed was lying against. 

''Mind if I smoke?'' he said noncoherently, placing a cigarette into his mouth pausing before lighting it. Looking at her hopefully. She tutted and got out her textbook, turning on the light closest to her bed. 

''Sit by the window. I'm trying to study, I don't want to inhale your toxins.'' she pointed towards the window, the light picking up her features as she turned back towards her book. She was sat in his t-shirt on her chair, in her underwear. He was in his boxers perched on her windowsill, staring at into the night. He looked pretty with the moonlight highlighting his facial features, looking sexy as he inhaled and exhaled the smoke. 

She was to distracted by him to focus on her work, that she sighed slamming her textbook down and stared at him. 

''Did you want to continue watching a film in the living room? I wanted to study'' 

''Sure, I don't know why you want to study after we just had sex'' 

She froze, was she trying to distract herself? Because she felt weird as the alcohol had warned off and she saw Jess in a different light. He changed back into his jeans and her father's jumper, he looked cute as they pottered back into the living room. 

Paris was clutching onto her books tightly, Jess was following her with more of her books as they moved the drinks from earlier and placed the books down. Paris turned on the television and began picking a movie to watch. She did as much work as possible until she relaxed into the couch, Jess's arms around hers as they focused on the tv. Not realising that they had fallen asleep until a familiar voice woke them both up. 

Rory. 

''Hi guys'' her voice sounded well rested but also tired. Still wearing last night clothes as she looked at them both. Their bodies were still tangled together, she looked slightly jealous.

'good' Paris thought. Afterall she was out all night with Logan. 

Jess mumbled but didn't move his arms around Paris as he opened one of his eyes and smirked at both the girls before closing them both. Rory wandered out of the room bringing with her a blanket and throwing it over them. Shutting her bedroom door loudly, she dialled a number into her phone. 

''Hi, so I've sitting here watching Michell argue with a customer for an hour and I really needed to get out of it.'' Lorelai's voice echoed down the phone, as Rory sat on her bed. 

''Well guess whose curled up on my couch together?'' 

''Ooo, I don't know. All the breakfast club at once....'' Lorelai laughed at her own jokes, stopping as she noticed Rory had not laughed with her.

''So who is it?'' she posed the question to her. 

''Jess and Paris'' Her voice sounded jealous, after she said it. Lorelai didn't speak for a few moments. she didn't like Jess with Rory but she knew she couldn't comment on Paris. But she wanted her daughter to feel better. 

''Lunch at Luke's?'' she suggested in hope that she would agree and meet her in person. Leaving the 'breakfast club' alone and without her daughter's jealousy. She was with Logan. 

''Sure, lunch at Luke's'' Smiling down the phone, she got changed and left the flat. Taking one last look at Paris and Jess before she left. Jealousy filled her veins but was she jealous of Paris for being with Jess? Or Jess being with Paris?

#Rory Gilmore #paris x rory #paris x jess #rory x logan #Paris geller #jess mariano #logan huntzberger #lorelei gilmore #gilmore girls #gilmore girls fanfiction #ao3 #my ao3 #lesbian #bisexual

[theawkwardterrier]

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#5

Wednesday 100: Family History

Sometimes on rainy days, Bree explores the study while her father examines the ledgers.

Today she finds a box, opening it quickly before Da sees. The spoons are familiar. She keeps hers, St. John, hidden away from her cousins. Willie, born near harvest, has St. Peter.

Counting, she frowns, asks before she can think better, "Da, where's St. Andrew's spoon?"

Da sets down his quill gently. He leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. When he opens them, he starts softly, "When yer mam and I were in Paris…"

She thinks she sees him crying, just a little.

83 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#4

Wednesday 100: Telling Tales

They're happy to have all the grandchildren staying over at the Big House, although it means Jamie covering Claire's noises, the two of them hushing their laughter.

Once recovered, they get up to listen for the children, hearing Germaine's voice down the hall.

"—and they brought in a lady, wearing only her shift, looking very scared but also brave, and it was—"

"Grannie," Jem says excitedly. Joan sighs, "I love this part."

Claire leans into Jamie. "Seems that someone's inherited a certain talent of yours."

"Well, they've heard this one often enough." He smiles, and takes her back to bed.

88 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

I think one of the reasons that the fakeout in The Long Goodbye Job works so well is also one of the reasons I love Leverage as a show. Yes, we’re so deeply invested in these characters that the idea of them coming to harm is heartbreaking, but it feels believable because we’ve been conditioned, by media, but also by our own lived reality, that no one can always win. Maybe you make a mistake, forget or overlook something, maybe you’re outsmarted, maybe your luck simply runs out, but at some point you will come to the end of the line. (”Give all of us...the strength to remember that life is so very fragile. We are all vulnerable. And we will all, at some point in our lives... fall. We will all fall,” says Coach Taylor.)

And amid the competence porn, the show doesn’t shy away from that very human aspect of it all, gives us Hardison buried alive, Parker’s childhood and its lasting effects on her, Eliot’s violent past, Sophie’s uncertainty about herself. The show gives us Nate, troubled and gray and full of hubris and flawed all to hell - couldn’t save his father, couldn’t save his son. But it also gives us this, ends with this: the hammer never drops. The villains do not win in the end, do not come close to winning. This unlikely, outcast group, this family, wins, they keep winning, and sometimes, in shows like this, we’re allowed to have faith in that.

225 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#2

Back again with another Outlander fic! For those of y'all who are interested, I'll be posting on alternating Sundays over the next few months and will reblog this again when the fic is complete. For everyone else, enjoy your regularly scheduled programming!

Muscle Memory, chapter 1

292 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

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[let-remy-cook]

The Tale of Remy, A Rat Enchanted || Part One

A/N: Hello and welcome to my Remy Backstory, which will probably be my rp magnus opus lmfao. Whilst everyone else was doing wonderful swynwrimos, I was writing thousands and thousands of words about a rat in the style of The Tale of Despereaux. That children's book is one I've constantly cited as one of my greatest influences as a writer and a reader. It shaped my tastes and taught me really interesting things about voice and narrative structure, which persist to this day. So with all that said, this is in many ways an homage, and as silly as it is to dedicate a glorified Ratatouille fic to an author, it is dedicated to Kate DiCamillo. She will never read it, but I hope y'all do lol.

i will be releasing it in little chunks (the chapters of Despereaux are very short, normally just two or three pages). So... enjoy!

Chapter One: A Rat Enchanted

Once upon a time, a very special rat was born in the streets of Paris.

He was born during the rainy season, which rats referred to as the Great Wet. The Great Wet was a very difficult time for any street rodent, whether you were a rat or a mouse or even a squirrel, and squirrels have the unfair privilege of being very welcome in green places with lots of trees. But if you are a rat, you have it worst of all. This is one of the sad truths of being a rat. You are often too big to fit into nooks and crannies unless you spend weeks in advance chewing out rat-doors and rat-tunnels, which some rats do. But if you are a pregnant dam, you have no time for chewing out escape routes. And there are no homes for you in the trees. The places most welcome to you will be the greatest, wettest of all– the below places, like the sewers and basements. Many pups will die if they are born during the Great Wet, in all these below places.

Yet this was the place where Remy was born.

(Remy is the name of our special rat, although he will not come into that name for some time. Still, it is rather rude to refer to him as simply ‘the special rat’ and so we will call him by his name, the name that he chose for himself.)

Remy was born as the rain came down in spades and gushed through the grates. He was born in a box of gardener’s gloves on the top shelf of a basement home. The water filled the basement and the sound of the rain filled Remy’s sensitive ears, while his nose filled with the smells of his siblings on either side of him, as well as his mother’s milk, the soil from the gardener’s gloves, and most importantly of all, the faint memory of the fruits and vegetables those gloves had tended. Remy was so fascinated with all those smells in particular. His siblings mewled and suckled, but Remy sniffed and sniffed and sniffed.

And the more Remy sniffed, the more that he smelled. Because the rain had washed in the whole wide world of Paris– all those above places, now below.

He smelled the warmth and dust of horses

He smelled the smoky remnants of discarded bullet shells

He smelled the rankness of spoiled meat and the riches of spilled wine.

And oh, there was even more. It was like a soup of scents, many of which Remy would spend his pup hood searching for again, because of the way they made him feel. He did not have the word for them then, but I will tell all of you now: it was magic that Remy was smelling, magic that danced on the tip of his quivering and curious nose. Magic, and hope, and dreams, from a city that looked out their windows into the Great Wet, waiting for the sun.

Perhaps if it had not been raining, Remy wouldn’t have been different. Perhaps he would have suckled his mother’s milk and grown up a regular rat like his brothers and sisters. There would be no story. There would be no miracles. And there would be no heartbreak.

But it was raining on the day that Remy was born. And so Remy sniffed, and he dreamed, and magic nestled itself inside his heart. He was a rat enchanted, and this is his story.

Chapter Two: The Below

Remy quickly realized that he was different.

It wasn’t hard to figure out. While his fellow pups ate regularly on schedule, Remy missed feedings because he was too busy sniffing out things he really should not be sniffing out, considering his size and his age. He was blind, just like his siblings, and hairless, just like his siblings, but still he could not help but crawl around and treat his whiskers and nose to all kinds of wonderful sensations.

At first, his mother chastised this behavior, because her heart was filled with love and worry for all her pups, and she couldn’t bear the thought of this strange baby of hers getting lost or not eating enough. But she also quickly realized that Remy was different, since he could describe to her the entire layout of the basement without even opening up his eyes. He was strange, but smart.

“Oh, but you really need to eat more,” his mother urged him. “Eating is the most important thing in life.”

This was Remy’s first lesson. And it must be said that it was one he took to heart, no matter how different he became.

Still, he grew to be slim and long, a bit smaller than average for his age, which also set him apart. And every day, there would be something new and bizarre that Remy would do.

One day, Remy asked if they ought to all give themselves names. The colony did not know what he meant by that! A name? How unnecessary, the rats chattered among themselves, when they had scents which distinguished one rat from another. Scents were better than names, because a scent could not only mark a rat, but let their fellow rats know where that rat had been and what they had eaten and if they were in heat or not. It was all useful information.

The next day, Remy asked if they all could smell the music. Someone was playing a guitar upstairs, each note as crisp as the first bite into a carrot. Ah, Remy wanted to listen forever! It was a banquet to his senses! But all the rats chattered at him that they couldn’t smell anything, certainly not carrots. There were no carrots discovered in the heap of trash behind the house either, so Remy must have his scents confused.

And then the third day, Remy asked if anyone would like to come upstairs with him, to sit at the foot of the wonderful music, and feast on the sounds.

At this point, the king of the colony, who was Remy’s father, scuttled forward and bit Remy’s ear.

“Ow!” Remy exclaimed.

“Let those ears of yours work properly or shall I bite your nose too?” exclaimed his father. “We never go upstairs, unless the big-feet leave the house! And when we do, I decide who stays and who goes. Were you not paying attention to the lessons?”

“Lessons?” Remy had not been paying attention to the lessons. He had been paying attention to the music, which smelled quite like celery, carrot, and potato this time.

“Bah, you ridiculous runt,” said the king. “Pay attention. Or one day, I will have to ask you to leave the colony.”

Remy nodded, running one of his delicate paws over his trembling whiskers. Well, Remy did not want to leave the colony. Perhaps he was very different from his siblings, his aunts, his uncles, and his cousins, but he loved them anyway. They were his family, and their scents were still his favourites, even more so than the music. They were the scents of home.

Since that day, Remy attempted to curb his strange questions and strange behaviors. He was a smart rat, after all. Smart rats (and this goes for people too) have a gift for tricking others into believing that they fit in. In fact, Remy put his smarts to good use and quickly became one of the best foragers in the colony, and so the king sent Remy out of the basement into the above world.

Chapter Three: The Above

The day Remy poked his head into the above world, the world welcomed him with light, sound, and scent.

Oh! It was even better than the guitar! Remy’s senses came alive. He could taste the sunshine on his tongue– as sweet and hot as melted sugar. The breeze tingled like pepper in the nose. Remy scampered out with abandon, forgetting the lessons he had dutifully practiced until this point.

“Hey! Come back here! Come back!” shouted Remy’s brother.

Remy skidded to a stop, his fur sticking right up. “Right!” Remy turned right around and scampered back, twitching his whiskers apologetically to the mischief that he was leading. He couldn’t forget them. As the lead forager, his duty must be to his siblings.

But from here, Remy could smell into the faraway places. He stood on his hindlegs to sniff, sniff, sniff, catching not only the rich smells of fresh food, but the traces of the lively, bustling city. Big-feet! That’s what he smelled. They smelled amazing to him, as distinct from one another as one rat to the next. He could not resist learning more about them, and so he beckoned his siblings forward. Instead of exploring the trash heaps along the streets, they headed deeper into the city.

The troop zigged, zagged, and skidded. They scuttled, dipped, and raced as gracefully as– well, as gracefully as rats. I know that rats are probably not what you think of when you picture a graceful animal, but they really are nimble creatures worthy of the compliment.

It did not take them long at all to arrive in a trading market. The air was kicked up with dust, warmed by the sun, and full of human sweat. It was also full of fresh vegetables, ripe fruit, raw cuts of meat, fresh fish from the river, baked bread, and bowls and bowls of spices and herbs.

It was the best-smelling place in the world. For once, Remy and his siblings all agreed.

His siblings began to plot. What foods should they go for first? How would they avoid the big-feet? Ah, perhaps there were some trash heaps in the immediate area that they could scout for. Yes, a good idea! What did their brother, the lead forager and most clever among them, think?

But Remy wasn’t listening.

Remy had his paws grasped together, his entire body trembling at the scents. It was not just the food, the food, the food! It was the big-feet. He quivered as he drank in, for the first time, the smells of human emotion. There, a man arguing with another– their emotions stung his nose. And over there, two men were laughing with each other. Their laughter was milk-and-honey, and filled Remy’s stomach to bursting. And in the middle of the market, a man presented his pregnant dam with a flower, and the dam laughed and kissed the man on the mouth. To Remy, this kiss was the most delicious emotion of all. It tasted like a sunshower– like rain and like light– and he wanted to wrap himself in it, and die a happy rat.

It was too much for such a small, young, strange rat. And so Remy put his paws over his eyes and began to weep.

“What!” squeaked Remy’s sister. “What dreadful noise are you making?”

“Did I step on his tail?” asked Remy’s brother.

“Was he bitten by a mosquito? Is he dying?” asked Remy’s brother (another one).

“By the king’s whisker, he’s leaking!” said one of Remy’s cousins, jumping back.

Remy could not answer his family, even though he wanted to. He could not explain where the tears came from, or how he, a rat, could cry them. It was yet another unexplainable thing about this unexplainable rat, and it struck him right then what a miserable fate it was to be unexplainable. In fact the more he cried, the more his own loneliness bloomed, tasting as bitter as coriander. It hurt his teeth. It hurt his heart.

“I think we should leave him here, in case it's contagious,” said Remy’s sister, who was the beta for the troop and also one of the smarter ones. To her credit, she said it sadly. Remy could taste his sister’s regret. It was also as bitter as coriander.

So Remy nodded to his sister, to let her know that he understood and did not take it to heart. (But he did take it to heart. He took it to heart very much.)

One by one, his family turned away from him, until Remy was alone.

But he was not really alone, was he?

No. Remy looked up from his paws and he looked through his tears to the market, where all the humans moved in front of him, talking and yelling and laughing. It remained the best-smelling thing in the whole world. And right there, Remy’s wish was born. Oh, he thought to himself, how I wished I could belong among them.

#story #about #the tale of remy

[persephonewaslonely]

paris, it's a rainy day and the streets turned into wild rivers ready to sweep you away. you sit in a hotel lobby with warm coffee scribling in your journal and there's sad pianist haunched over the keys. you look through the big windows and wonder, journal left forgotten

#nocturne #chopin #music #classical music #dark academia #journal #pianist #rain #paris #rainy day #oh look it's a rainy day in paris #and all the lovers hid together #but you stayed alone #hotel lobby #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia aesthetic #dark acadamia #aesthetic

[stormblessed95]

hi storm! love your blog! Do you’ve got a list of moments where the boys are teasing jk and jm ? 😂 bc i suuure want to see the members teasing these two

Oh my gosh. Lol yes. So fun!!

To start:

Everyone teasing them over the way they had an incredibly dramatic Retelling of their rainy day fight, the cringing and giggling they all did. Namjin singing Farewell Taxi, a song about a man crying in a taxi after a break up with his lover. Lol all the dramatics. Yoongi's incredibly ambiguous comment over it all too. "He says “연인도 아니면서,” which literally can be translated as “It’s not like you’re lovers,” but unlike English, which is pretty strict about past/present tense indicators, I feel like the Korean language is more flexible. Put in the context of the conversation (him interjecting Jimin’s story about the past), Yoongi could also potentially be commenting on the past using present tense (ex: “It’s not like you’re lovers [then]” or in more natural English: “It’s not like you were lovers”)." Translation credit to @dalloga for Yoongis commentary here. Lmao

Everyone teasing Jikook again when Jimin went ultra cheesy with his answer about the most enjoyable thing for him. Lmao the boos, Yoongi going "that sounds made up" in reference to the over the top cheeky behavior displayed. Lol Tae saying "별꼴이야" with his booing comments. Which is basically a phrase people use to express that something is offensive to their eyes, most often used in reference to watching PDA. 🤣 You could use it in an annoyed way, like if you are going to be late to class because that one annoying couple is making out in front of the lockers at school. Or you could use it as a way to smile and tease your friend in love. Contexttttt 😂😂😂 Translation credit to Dalloga again 😊

Jin teasingly asking them if they are together when they were being extra flirty and refusing to push each other during the palm pushing game lmao

When JK answered Jimins question right and they did their Serendipity thing, just for Jin to follow it up by doing the same thing after getting JKs answer teasing them for their constant little move there. Lol not the first time he has done that either 🤣

Jin teasing Jikook about them "working out" together and just flopping on top of Jimin and pushing them apart during the Esquire photoshoot 🤣

Namjoon teasingly again asking if they are a couple or something when they wore matching shirts, only for Jimin to say yes we are married lmfao 😅🤣🤣

Hobi teasing JK about being a bit of an overly excited Jimin-encyclopedia at times. Lmao

This was 100% Hobi just messing with them. His LAUGH before he bailed Jimin out giving him an excuse and that hug lmao

This was SUCH a teasing the boyfriend moment, I cannot 🤣

Tae cracks me up. Lmao whatever this moment was when JK started singing his lines in Magic shop, he took him and pushed him over to sing to Jimin, only to flip him around and have JK sing to him instead. And Jimin's face 😂 100% an "excuse me what just happened here" face. I love them all so much.

Jimin looking a little flustered and saying it's a "fun, not fun. No. It's a nice song" after hearing JK sing "I know you love me boy, so that I love you" from the Namkook cover song "Fools." Of all the lines to sing, and Jimin looked like he truly loves it too. Lol and then there is Tae, asking him if he is nervous when Jimin tries to compliment the song 😂 (2ish minutes in):

And I have to include, teasing each other lmao they are so cute and these inside jokes LAST FOREVER. They never let it go 😂

Thanks for the ask!! Hope you all have a wonderful day!

#jikook #kookmin #hyungs teasing jikook #members teasing jikook