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callunavulgari · 3 years

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fic tag meme

I guess I was kind of inadvertently tagged by @wildehacked because they said to do it if you wanted to, and well, I was bored and needed something to do while watching Watcher Weekly+ so!

Name: Heather! Otherwise known as callunavulgari on all platforms. Except fanfiction.net. I have not gone back there to even consider changing it.

Fandoms: I am currently only actively writing fic for Buzzfeed Unsolved and The Adventure Zone (because I have no self control and finished the finale today). That said, I’m pretty actively involved in The Untamed, Buzzfeed Unsolved, The Magnus Archives, Hades, and Persona 5. But I also delve back into old fandoms constantly, so it’s really hard to say. Tropes: Enemies to lovers is my absolute favorite trope in the entire world. In fact, I think the only thing I like MORE than your garden variety enemies to lovers is FRIENDS to enemies to lovers. Because like, you’ve got the UST but you’ve also got ANGST and YEARNING. I’m just weak to it.

I also really like fusion AUs, soulmate AUs, and canon-adjacent AUs where everything is the same except one or both parties is some kind of monster. Creature? I love myself a creature feature. Bonus points if it’s got political intrigue and killer world building. I’m sure there are others, but eh.

Fic I spent most time on: Probably either Rubatosis or when the wild grasses weave.

Rubatosis was a Percy Jackson fic where Percy and Annabeth fall in love with Nico, aka the personification of death. Also, Annabeth is a serial killer. It is single-handedly my favorite thing I’ve ever written and I wrote it in a handful of months for the 2014 PJO Big Bang.

where the wild grasses weave, on the other hand, was a Spirited Away/Kingdom Hearts fic that I wrote for the Kingdom Hearts Big Bang like half a decade ago. It was an idea that I’d been toying with for awhile and the Big Bang gave me an excuse to finally do it. It explores the darker themes of Spirited Away and honestly, I’ve been meaning to go back and tinker with it for awhile because there are definitely parts that could be shaped up better.

Fic I spent least time on: Probably all the really short prompt fics that I’ve posted between now and 2010.

Longest fic: Also when the wild grasses weave, which is almost 43k. And if you know me, that’s a full 30k longer than the usual things I go for.

Shortest fic: nowhere to run is an Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier fanfiction that I wrote about a year after First Class came out in 2012. It is FORTY words and was written for a tumblr three-sentence meme. It was definitely only three sentences, but somehow managed to get 25 kudos and 5 comments anyway.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks: Top kudos/bookmarks/hits: i don't believe in fairy tales (but i believe in you and me), which was written on September 5th 2014 and is just over 3k of Derek accidentally getting a glimpse of Stiles’ penis. On his phone. It is the dick pic fic and it has 5239 kudos, 712 bookmarks, and 81,838 hits. I feel like the fact that this is my most popular fic should be upsetting since it took me like an hour to write. Top comments: Que Sera, Sera, which was written on June 14th 2014 and is almost 4k. It’s the second part of my Teen Wolf/Addams Family fusion and has 146 comments (most of which are people and not me, because I don’t typically respond to comments, which is a horrible failing on my part). Favorite fic you’ve written: I actually have an Author's Favorites list on ao3, which needs pared down horribly because it’s got a bunch of really old fic that has not aged particularly well. Rubatosis is probably my favorite? Again, it’s definitely the one I’m proudest of. wake up in a city that never sleeps was another PJO ot3 fic that I wrote where Percy is Nico’s TA and is also pretty up there. I do genuinely love the Teen Wolf/Addams fusion. take me to church is one of my favorite Teen Wolf fics, mostly because it’s the soft epilogue that I wanted out of the show.

and i'm always tired, but never of you is a Bright Sessions ot3 fic where Sam and Mark cross paths with Damien years later and I’m really attached to that one. I don’t know. I go back and read these things sometimes and I remember that my writing isn’t like pulling nails all the time. That sometimes it’s really very good.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: A couple of the older Big Bang fics I would love to go back and rewrite just because when rereading I can tell where I was running out of time or where something should have been cut but wasn’t so I could pad the wordcount. I do eventually want to write at least one more part of the Teen Wolf/Addams series. And I kind of want to write a coda for that Bright Sessions ot3 that I mentioned.

Share a bit of a WIP:

Part of the Buzzfeed Unsolved tattoo AU that I’ve been working on since uh, Christmas. Whoops.

He’s getting ready to text the guy back to let him know that he’ll have to book another appointment when the bell sounds from the front of the door and someone spills through the doorway.

And look, Ryan had gone into this appointment with expectations. Four weeks ago, when the guy had first emailed inquiring about booking an appointment, Ryan had asked him what exactly he was looking for. He’d asked the usual questions, all pretty standard. Style, colors, if he had a preference when it came to the artist, if he had a hard limit on price.��

An hour later, Ryan found himself typing the sentence, ‘so when you say puppet…’

Ryan doesn’t really know what he’d expected. He’d done a couple marionettes. Faceless pinnochios. Skeletons dangling from razor wire. A character from Coraline. It was very ain’t no strings on me, complete with shadowy hands puppeting the faceless silhouettes. Creepy, but you know. Kind of cool.

Precisely ten minutes after he hit send, the guy had ruined all of his expectations by typing back, ‘No, man. Like a muppet.’

He’d even included an attachment. So naturally, Ryan clicked on it.

The creature that looked back at him was monstrous, like a cross between Elmo and the Cookie Monster, its empty eyes dead and staring. It was wearing an outfit that made Ryan think of Indiana Jones, complete with a tiny hat and a miniature fanny pack. On anything else, the little outfit might be cute.

As Ryan was pondering how to politely pass the job off to Mari, another email came through. This one, thankfully, did not include another attachment. The body of the email was blank. The subject line read simply: ‘He’s called The Professor.’

#heather says what #heather writes #have a thing because i'm bored #this backfired because now i want to write but don't have the time

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weaverlings · 5 years

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the most vicious outfits

tbh I’ve just been craving some tenderness... some fluff... just something short and sweet you know?

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Carlos did not regret his fashion choices.

He should have. It would have been the more rational option. What he was doing instead, was resenting the cold of the desert night.

The desert grew cold at night. This was science. He'd known this before he ever came to Night Vale; even before he had specifically researched desert climates, after he accepted his fellowship. So he shouldn't have resented that fact. It was also a human impulse, scientifically speaking, to resent the way the world was - or the way he interpreted it: the end result of atmospheric shifts and weather patterns and the simple absence of sunlight - instead of regretting his decision not to wear a jacket.

Or a shirt with sleeves.

Or, in fact, a lab coat with sleeves.

Sometimes, you just weren't in the mood for sleeves. Sometimes, you were going out dancing with your husband, and you hypothesized correctly that the club would be hot, so you wore a crop top under your sleeveless lab coat. And anyway, you didn't usually like being touched, so you wanted to enjoy it when you did - your husband's hands around your waist, his arm wrapped in yours. Touch which made you feel at home in your own skin instead of wanting to crawl out of it, like most did.

Sometimes, he just wasn't in the mood for sleeves.

And this should have been fine, but they'd encountered a thorny variable. Cecil had helped Carlos out of the car with a gentlemanly hand, as always, and as always, he fished around casually in his fanny pack as they approached the house. Halfway up the walk, however, he was holding the flap up for a better look inside, and finally, he'd had to unclip it and pull out the contents piece by piece under the porch light.

"Did you forget your keys?" Carlos was already reaching into his lab coat pocket. "It's okay, sweetie, I've got… Oh."

He did not got, he realized. Or he did, rather, but in his usual daywear lab coat, which was currently hanging neatly in his side of the closet.

"I don't got it," he corrected sadly.

Cecil pursed his lips, zipped up his fanny pack, and let it dangle in his hand. He said, with a sense of finality, "Uh-oh."

Carlos clicked his tongue. "So did we ever replace the spare key under the mat after the Secret Police took it?"

"I mean, I don't know about you, but I forgot."

"I meant to add it to the to-do list for this weekend. But I forgot to do that, which means that the actual task absolutely did not get done."

So now they were outside, in the cold of the desert night, waiting for the locksmith to arrive. Carlos shivered.

Cecil rubbed his husband's shoulders. "Are you alright, Carlos?"

"Oh!" Carlos leaned back, and craned up to kiss Cecil's cheek. "Uh-huh. Just a little chilly, scientifically speaking."

"Oh, no, we can't have that," said Cecil, with perfect sincerity. He slipped his sweater over his head. It had a cat-shaped hole prominently in the chest of the neon pink fabric, but it also had long sleeves. The hole lined up with a similarly-shaped hole in his own tight tank top, but slightly asymetrically, for a fun effect. He held it out to Carlos "Here."

"Will you be alright?" Carlos asked.

"Oh, definitely." Cecil smiled.

"Hmm. I guess you will. Especially if we share body heat." Carlos held up an index finger helpfully. "Outside of Night Vale, the average adult human body temperature is a range of 36.5–37.5 degrees Celcius, or 97.7–99.5 degrees Fahrenheit."

"Really? Neat!"

Carlos accepted the sweater, and let Cecil help him out of his lab coat. Cecil stood thoughtfully between Carlos and the street until the lab coat went over the sweater. The sleeves slid down to his fingertips. Carlos did not know Cecil's exact body temperature, or the average, but his warmth lingered in the fuzzy knit, radiating over Carlos' arms. Radiating.

He felt it in his chest, not his heart, which was now beating quickly. He adjust the collar, tugging it up, and caught the smell - wooly, dizzying. His heart accelerated again. Again, he felt it somewhere below his ribs, where the bones came close to joining, and he shivered again. He was not cold.

He looked up at his husband. His eyes caught on Cecil's, caught in the smile that was just for him, on the fact that Carlos could say that someone smiled just for him, and not just anyone, but this man who was, scientifically, empirically, so wonderful - that was, full of wonder, scientifically speaking - and who loved him. It was not scientific, but it was not a hunch anymore, either. It was just a fact, no adjective needed.

Carlos wrapped his arms around Cecil, and pressed his face into the hair that showed through the cat cut-out.

Cecil stroked the top of Carlos' head, and Carlos felt this, and the rise and fall of his husband's chest under him, and he loved these disparate rhythms even as he experienced them simultaneously.

Their door opened in front of them. Quickly, reflexively, Carlos kissed Cecil's chest and Cecil kissed the top of Carlos' head as he took his hand away. They stepped apart, and the locksmith held out a hand from inside. Her palm was covered in dirt. They both bled a little into the dirt. The locksmith left.

Inside, it was established that they were both thoroughly ready for bed, and sleep. They changed clothes, took medicine, brushed their teeth. Carlos folded up the sweater neatly, and smoothed down the fabric. He waited until Cecil came out of the bathroom, and then did not return it to him.

Carlos held it in both hands, instead, and said, "Hey. I'm borrowing this for a while. Can I borrow this for a while?"

"What? Oh. Sure!" Cecil shrugged, and slid into bed. "Honestly, it's cute on you. Most things are, but that does the thing where the sleeves get all floppy, and it's, like, super cute."

"Oh, you like that? Hmm." Carlos said, and tucked it into a drawer with his own shirts. "Anyway, thanks."

Cecil would get it back when the scent wore off.

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #cecilos #carlos the scientist #cecil palmer #wtnv fanfic #my fanfic #blood //

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rapperkookz · 5 years

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Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au with @cynoirsure

a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.

15/35

genre: angst, SLIGHT smut?

word count: 2.6k

warnings: swearing, underaged drinking

YOUR POV

Practice that day was one of the most concentrated the group has had in a while. Now that you all were working towards the goal of making something look good for the competition that was happening soon, you all were giving your 100% to the choreo that you had all made collectively.

Once the clock hit the end of rehearsal, everyone in WINGS was a sweaty mess. Hoseok was the first to pull himself together for ending remarks, clapping his hands.

“Ah, great job everyone!” His heart shaped smile showed his gratitude, pulling the towel around his neck in order to wipe away the extra sweat from his face. you were splayed out on the floor, next to a very sweaty Jungkook who was sitting upright. His legs were spread and his head was tilted back, his weight centered more on his hands. Your mind raced, making you think of what had happened last time you had seen that same exact position, except he was on his bed and you were in between his le--

“Hey lineage, are we still going out for drinks today? Deung Dae is doing ₩1,000 tequila shots today!” Jimin pushed his hair back from his face, grinning. Taehyung’s nose scrunched, a pout on his face.

“Ah, tequila shots? I wanna go...” Taehyung leaned his head onto Kevin’s shoulder, pouting at his boyfriend who was part of the lineage. Jimin frowned at Taehyung.

“But you can’t because you have that midterm paper in your animal nutrition class, soulmate.”

Kevin nodded his head at Jimin’s statement, shifting slightly to leave a small peck on Taehyung’s forehead, “I know it’s lineage bonding, Chim, but I think I’ll stay back tonight. I have a practical tomorrow to study for and I’ll also make sure this one actually writes his paper instead of playing with Tan.”

You, on the other hand, were having a staring contest with Jungkook, his eyes insinuating very inappropriate things as they looked you up and down. “-you, sis?”

“Huh?”

You broke eye contact with Jungkook, shooting up immediately and meeting Jimin’s fond smile, “Are you coming tonight? We don’t have biochem lecture tomorrow morning since Dr. Wang cancelled.”

Humming, you thought about the pros and cons of going out tonight after 10 pm. “I’ll go, but I need to shower first.” Jimin and Hoseok agreed with you, the older boy asking Jungkook if he wanted to come as well. The youngest Beta Tau agreed almost immediately, asking if his Big or Grand were coming with.

“I know Seokjin hyung’s coming, I don’t think your lineage is though, they’re lazy when it comes to weekday parties, and I think Yoongi and Jinhee have a ‘rehearsal’ or whatever they wanna call their date.” Hoseok said, “Don’t worry though, Kook, hyung will pay for your tequila shots tonight.”

“Let’s go, then?” You asked Jungkook, “I wanna shower as soon as possible.”

The group of you going out agreed to meet at Hoseok’s apartment at 11:30, leaving the dance studio altogether after saying your goodbyes to the couple. As soon as you were left alone with Jungkook walking back, he snuck a pinch of your ass.

“Why are you always horny, Jeon Jungkook?” You said with a sly smile, “We don’t have time for a quickie, besides I feel gross.”

“We can always shower together,” He suggested with a sparkling glint in his eyes. You shook your head making him whine, “y/n.”

“Jungkook,” you imitated, “hey! If you keep looking at me like that during practice, the oppas are bound to find out.”

“You looked at me first!” he retaliated, “and they only joke about it, it’s not like they’ll actually realize that we fuck almost every day.”

“You know,” You said jokingly as you scanned your ID to the gates of your dorm, “I sorta miss the Jungkook that could barely look at girls.”

“Really,” he said playing along with your tone, “You miss the Jungkook that won’t kiss and fuck you until you can’t breathe?”

As soon as the both of you entered the elevator, he closed you in against the railing, his face hovering above yours so closely that you could hear his every breath. His hands rested on your waist as yours circled around his neck. The boy leaned in, closing the distance between your lips, nipping at your lip when your hands fisted his hair. The kiss ended all too quickly as the ding of the elevator reached your floor. Jungkook pulled away and touched your cheek with a smirk, “Come to my room when you’re done getting ready.”

You replied breathlessly, walking in the opposite direction to your room to go take a shower. It took you 20 minutes to shower and get dressed into a cute outfit for the night. You settled with a pair of light ripped jeans and a black long sleeved mesh shirt with your favorite black Victoria’s Secret bra underneath and definitely see-through. After drying your hair and shoving a portable charger and money into a fanny pack, you left your room and headed towards Jungkook’s. You didn’t even bother to knock, knowing it would be unlocked anyway and walked in casually, “Ready to go Kook?”

The boy turned around to face you as he put his belt through the pant loops. He also wore jeans and a black top, but he added a beige-colored blazer, making his outfit a tad more professional. He didn’t even hide the way he checked you out, biting his lip as he stared, “Wow.”

You know what you were doing to him, but you decided to be difficult tonight, which you know eventually led to great sex, “C’mon, the oppas are waiting for us at the apartment.”

“y/n, you’re really wearing that and expecting me to not get hard?”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, “Later after I get my shots, Jungkook.”

With a whine, the two of you left your dorms and went the short distance to Hoseok and Seokjin’s apartment. You felt the ghost of his hand hovering over the small of your back, the heat of his hand radiating through the mesh shirt. Right before opening the door to the annex of Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment, Jungkook spun you around, pinning you to the wall and kissing you quite rough. You gasped in surprise at the sudden kiss, his eyes glazed over with lust as soon as you could pull away to see his face. Your lipstick was slightly smeared on his lips which made you turn pink. Jungkook only smirked, leaning into your ear.

“You just wait till we get back to the dorm, baby girl. You’re such a naughty girl for daddy, aren’t you?” Jungkook growled, your stomach flipping when he pulled away. You stood stunned as he walked into the apartment, leaving you outside for just a hot moment to check your appearance. You two usually messed around with each other every moment that you two had alone, but the way his words hit you was a little different today.

You shook your head. You’re just fuck buddies, nothing more. It’s not that deep.

The words echoed as a gentle reminder in your head as you cleaned up your lipstick, your head shaking slightly. You opened the door to their apartment, the first person who’s eyes caught yours being your Big Bro, Jimin. He beamed at you fondly, automatically making your lips curve up in a bright smile as well. You greeted your lineage first, the two of them smiling sweetly at you. As soon as Jimin picked you up as a Little Sis, Hoseok’s flirting antics stopped completely, the boy turning into a more relaxed version of protective Jimin. After them, you gave Seokjin a hug, the elder jokingly commenting, “It took you kids long enough.” You giggled a little, Hoseok leaning against the door leading down to the garage with Seokjin’s car keys in hand.

The handful of you got into the car, Seokjin and Hoseok playing a quick round of rock, paper, scissors to decide who was to drive back (spoiler alert: you didn’t even have to look up to hear the loud screams that was Seokjin complaining about being Hoseok’s designated driver). Jimin sat in between you and Jungkook, diffusing any funny business that you two would have even thought about doing. The car ride was loud as expected when the people sitting in the driver’s seat and shotgun were the loudest in the car, the ride to Deung Dae filled with laughs and terrible singing the whole way. Once the bar came into view, you began to buzz with excitement with how the night would end up for you and Jungkook.

You and Jimin sat at the bar, Jimin flirting casually with the bartender and coaxing out a few shots from the bartender. You were baffled with how easily the bartender gave into his flirting, even if it was ₩1,000 shots today. Jimin passed a shot to you, a grin on his face.

“Drink up, Lil Sis.”

You were only four shots in before Jimin started talking to you about Jungkook, “You know, y/n, I really thought something was going on between you and Jungkook, but I’m sorta over that thought now.”

“What makes you say that?”

He pointed to the dance floor with his fifth shot before downing it. Your eyes found Jungkook’s figure immediately, and with him you found a girl, ass pressed against his crotch. You felt your face go red and it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“Oppa, I think I’ve had enough for now, I’m gonna go dance,” you said absentmindedly to Jimin, the boy about to ask you something else before the bartender passed him another drink. Part of you wanted to stomp right up to Jeon Jungkook and slap the shit out of him, the other - more sober part - decided to just dance at a distance, eyeing the two every now and then.

Jealously filled your entire being as you saw the girl dancing with Jungkook kiss his neck. I’m gonna tell him, how fucking dare he break our agreement, was he that horny that he resolved to any willing pussy to satisfy his needs, I swear to-

“y/n? y/n hey!”

You awoke from your thoughts to meet eyes with Kim Mingyu. You knew Mingyu because he was in Jihoon’s friend group, the two of them rather close. After you and Jihoon stopped talking, you only saw Mingyu from Jungkook’s volleyball practices and games. He and Jungkook practiced together quite frequently, being gym and pepper partners.

You smiled at him, glad that it was a familiar face rather than some stranger, “hey Mingyu.”

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” he said moving along to the music with you, “you look amazing, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you said shyly, a blush forming on your cheeks. “Yeah, I don’t really hang out with Jihoon anymore, we both got super busy.”

“Such a shame, the boys and I really loved it when you came to our hangouts.”

You gently hit his arm, “hey, I see you when I go to Jungkook’s volleyball games.”

“Yeah, but all you do is watch Jeon,” he said with a smirk. You scoffed and strongly denied his comments, “If you say so, y/n. Tell me, are you and Jungkook a thing?”

You stopped dancing at his question, grabbing his wrist to let him know to follow you. the two of you weaved your way back to the bar, Mingyu paying for two margaritas. You looked around a little bit for Jimin, seeing as he was no longer taking shots. The two of you sat down and faced each other, leisurely taking sips of your drinks as you talked.

“Jungkook and I aren’t dating, we’re just...close friends,”

“So you’re fucking, I mean I see those hickeys when we practice,” Mingyu shrugged catching you off guard, “There’s no shame in hiding it, y/n. My best friend, you know Wonwoo, he’s in that sorta relationship right now with this one girl, too.”

“I-um...”

“You know, I only ask because I don’t wanna try and make moves on one of my friends’ girls,” He said, “I’m not that kind of guy, besides I respect Jeon a lot, he’s a good friend.”

You raised your eyebrow, finishing your drink, “Why, are you trying to make a move on me?”

The tall boy only slid his hand from your knee up to your thigh, his thumb making circles on your jeans, “Only if you’ll let me.”

If Jungkook could grind with some girl, then you could flirt with Mingyu. Besides, you always found Mingyu attractive. He was the perfect definition of tall, dark, and handsome.

“Mingyu, can you do me a favor?” You asked, “just for tonight?”

“I don’t catch feelings that fast, don’t worry.” He said placing his hand on your waist. Suddenly, you felt nervous leaning in to kiss Mingyu. Your kiss, however, was short lived as you felt Mingyu being roughly pulled away from you.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

As you faced a pissed-off Jungkook, your own anger and jealousy came flooding back. “Dude, don’t you have someone else you could be screwing?”

Mingyu tried to speak calmly, sensing the thick air between you and Jungkook, “Sorry, Jeon. I asked y/n and she said you two weren’t together.”

“We-We’re not, but just...don’t mess around with her.” Jungkook said, he could never be angry with his teammate, especially if that teammate was Mingyu. Mingyu nodded and gave your hand a quick squeeze, telling you it was his time to go.

“Mingyu-”

“y/n,” Jungkook said, he didn’t look nearly as intoxicated as you were, “why were you kissing him?”

“You have some balls to ask me that Jeon Jungkook,” you crossed your arms, “especially after you dry humped your dick against someone’s ass just 20 minutes ago.”

“I didn’t fuck her if that’s what you were wondering,” he said slowly getting frustrated, “we were just dancing.”

“And I was just talking with Mingyu.” you said, “I thought I told you months ago that I’m not going to do this fucking thing with you if you’re out screwing with other girls.”

Hoseok walked up to the two of you, noticing something weird going on, “Grand, Kook, everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just...gonna go now Grand,” you said.

“It’s barely 12:30, y/n.” He frowned, “How are you getting home? Jungkook?”

You shook your head, glancing at Jungkook who looked at you with a frown. “I’m gonna take an Uber.”

“Get home safely, grand. Okay?”

You left the club in a hurry, waiting outside as you called your Uber. It wasn’t until you were at your dorm when you burst out crying, thankful that your roommate wasn’t there for the night.

Why the fuck are you so hurt about this? Jungkook’s not your boyfriend. You’re only fuck buddies. That’s it.

You called your Big, not surprised that it went to voicemail, “-Unnie, I don’t know why I’m crying about him? Am I stupid for doing this dumb arrangement? God...I think I like him.”

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“-I think I like him.”

Jieun sighed, leaning against the warm body that was asleep beside her. In a few moments, the figure stirred awake, arms wrapping around the girl automatically. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

“Morning.”

“something happen, Jieun?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. “I hope you’re not regretting what we did last night.”

“No, it’s just...you tell that brother of yours that I might kick his head open for making our Little cry.” she said turning in his embrace.

“Jungkook made y/n cry? For what?”

“All I can tell you Jimin, is that y/n felt upset about Jungkook flirting with another girl, and she cried about it, okay?” Jieun said, “she feels a bit sensitive since they hooked up at that one Beta Tau party.”

“She cried?” Jimin frowned, “I’ll...talk to Jungkook about it.”

3-8-19

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aidinha · 5 years

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Dis-EASE

I got a super short haircut (see photo)! When people have asked what made me decide to go so short I’ve been giving the stock answer, “it’s because I was moving and I didn’t want to deal with my hair.” Which is sort of true. Though my hair wasn’t that long to begin with (had a bob) and I never really fussed over it anyway. The truth is that I am getting an EEG done next week and my hair always seems to complicate the experience. It’s an ambulatory EEG, a take home medical test that lasts three days. I get some gear, like a fanny pack with a computer the size of a brick inside, and a set of wires and electrodes that are connected to the brick. The electrodes are glued to my head, then wrapped up really tight with gauze, then wrapped over with tape, then topped off with what looks like a large sock. I’ve done this a couple of times before, and everytime it’s a nightmare. For three days I can’t take a shower, and am too embarrassed to leave the house because I look weird and probably smell a little off. It also makes my head feel itchy and hot. The electrodes that are glued to my scalp start to feel painful and bruised- like 35 little pony tail headaches all at once. A big part of why it feels that way is because I have a lot of hair which creates more pressure and more itchiness. When it’s over I have to unwrap it myself and pull out the glue and wires from my matted hair. So this year I was like, fuck that, I’m not dealing with that again. I was tempted to just buzz all of my hair off, but then thought better of it and was like, why not try to look cute? Anyway, this why I just say it’s because of the move.

If you are a positive thinker, you might be inclined to congratulate me on my clever solution to an annoying problem. If you are me, however, you’ll be more inclined to believe that my haircut was a loss. That having to change myself for an EEG means the epilepsy is winning. So I have to stop and say to myself IT”S NOT TRUE. First of all, the haircut is cute. More importantly though, epilepsy is not my enemy. My illness is not my enemy. I have to stop and say this frequently because it is easy to forget. Just look at our everyday language and it is hard to be convinced otherwise. I’m sure you are familiar with phrases like ‘fighting illness’, ‘battling a cold’, or ‘beating cancer’… I don’t disagree with people who use these phrases to describe their experiences with illness, it might be full blown war for some people. I’m not trying to speak on behalf of someone else’s truth. But illness as enemy is not my truth. In the words of Michael Jackson “I’m a lover not a fighter,” which is to say I do my best work when I am tuned in and listening. So I know that if I’m going to keep moving forward I need to listen closely, preferably with my heart. That includes listening to the language that I use when observing my experience objectively, and also listening to the subtle language of my body as it communicates what it needs from me as I live with this illness.

Listening isn’t easy, that’s why I go to doctors who also listen in their own ways, sometimes using EEG monitoring devices. I also appreciate listening to others who have shared their truth in living with illness. This helps me so much more than putting up my dukes or insert your favorite fighting analogy here. As far as I can tell, illness is just part of the way my body is functioning right now… and it might be this way forever, but hey, at least I’m functioning, right? And what good would it do to resist the illness, like say, not cut my hair? Sorry but I’m not going to fight my illness. This doesn’t mean that I’ve given up or that I’m somehow defeated. Because there are no winners or losers if there isn’t a competitive battle going on. You might ask, but wait, aren’t you angry? Yes, I get angry. Lots of times I feel very angry. You might also wonder Don’t you think your disease is actively harming you? Well, let me answer that last one by expanding on the first question. Most, like 99 percent, of my suffering comes from not knowing how to live with my illness. I get frustrated that I can’t control it, I get upset that there are new things to learn and new things to try that can help me live fully, I get sad too when I feel that I am broken and can’t be whole as long as I have epilepsy. That last one is really the crux of it all. While my life takes this new shape the real challenge is getting used to it. The change that this illness has brought into my life is uncomfortable. Just like the word disease, dis-ease, I’m uneasy right now. LIFE is not easy. I think that a lot of people can relate to that, yet most won’t say that they are in a battle with life. For me the uneasy part of my life is dominated by epilepsy. But who doesn’t have something going on that makes life a little painful, and thinks only if they could fix it they’d be happy and whole? Well, here’s the thing. You are whole. I am whole. Life is ALL of the things; painful and beautiful, happy and sad, and totally worth it. So no, I’m not going to fight it, because life is not my enemy. When I look at it that way then I can also look at myself in the mirror and not see a dramatic loss, or any less of a person than I was before this all began. I literally see a cute haircut, and if I look a bit deeper I also see that the haircut happened because of my dis-ease. That’s life, the beauty with the pain. I’m more than OK with that! Since I’ve cut my hair I’ve had lots of compliments from strangers, one less thing to deal with in the morning, and physical comfort once that EEG gets done. It’s what my body needs to get through life with epilepsy at this juncture, and it’s not much to ask. Now if I may be so bold to ask- what other gifts might come into my life if I continue to be thoughtful enough to wait and listen?

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Day 1 - Kensington Gardens/ Buckingham Palace/ Westminister Bridge/ Checking in/ The Fish House

London, 7am. I got on the Heathrow Express for a straight train ride to Paddington station before transiting to High Street Kensington, where I’ll be dropping off my luggage at my Airbnb hosts’ office. It was already quite a navigational process to find the Heathrow Express platform just ‘cause I wasn’t used to needing to take a monorail to another terminal to get to customs and head out of Terminal 5. I remember queueing even with others to get my passport stamped, only to have the customs officer firmly tell me that I could’ve gone through the e-gate. Already embarrassed I walked through the lane and as my mom had always reminded me, check and make sure your passport’s stamped. There was no stamp. So I approached another customs officer and he looked at me, eyebrows furrowed, physically it didn’t make sense, yet I was asking a rather outdated question.

“You don’t need a stamp anymore.” Ah.

High Street Kensington felt familiar, with my first pret-a-manger in sight – a place that would’ve served me very well to buffer time and grab quick bites in the following days.

At my Airbnb hosts’ office, conveniently just across the road, the receptionist (French 20-something who thinks she’s superior with her bob and straight bangs) rudely brushed me off by saying nobody’s in the office yet so I’d just have to wait. I was too tired to argue and had no reason to be equally sassy so I waited, it was by then 8am in the morning anyway so I was ahead of schedule. However, sitting in the lobby watching other office-workers and executive members walk in an out, eyeballing me and giving subtle looks, I got increasingly uncomfortable and wondered if the lady was going to ignore me perpetually. Thank goodness she approached right on cue then with a nicer tone, asking to follow her to the office.

It was a quick straight walk down to Kensington Gardens, and with the morning light the barren trees gave off sepia hues in the cool winter. The grass, however, thrived in luscious green and abundance. There were so many dog walkers, but all rather aloof to my smiles at their pups, who also trotted along and paid no heel. I started snapping away – of William and Kate’s abode (the Kensington Palace), of a lone man walking down a narrow path separating two large grass fields, of the pond inhabited by swans that swam so close to the edge you could see them eye to eye. I r e a l l y loved the pond at Kensington Gardens, circular and central to the park, I didn’t care that I looked like some greenhorn who’d never seen anything so typical of a park as others just jogged past with their ears plugged. I live just opposite a reservoir, yet this pond – its serenity in the cold, the swans’ majestically floating, ducks pruning their feathers by the edges – was a sight to behold. It overwritten all the rough encounters I had earlier in the morning.

Walking further down to Hyde Park I was headed to Buckingham Palace for their changeover at 10am. Crossing the road to enter Buckingham Palace Green, I saw that my phone was soon dying. But shit. I had left my portable charger in my carry-on that had been left at the office. My first onset panic mode. I was contemplating whether to take the walk back, albeit far but still manageable, to grab my portable charger and re-walk the whole route to hopefully make it in time for the changeover at the Palace. Or should I just keep going, since after the palace I just wanted to walk around the city for a bit and head back in a couple of hours in time to check in to the Airbnb. While my head battled the options on the outside I was calmly making my way further and further from the office, and so I guessed my feet had made the decision for me. We walk on and hope I won’t be crippled without access to Google Maps.

Buckingham Palace! There was already a crowd lined up, flagging themselves to the gates and looking through the thin steel railings to see the guards marching to and fro intermittently. I found a spot to squeeze in between 2 families and took it all in. At one point the Royal Mail van drove in, and a couple of luxury cars were also taking their exit. People were also seated around (and on) the Victoria Memorial just opposite.

I checked the time – 9.30am, I didn’t think there’d be much to do for 30 minutes, plus we were on a time crunch cause my battery was at 10%. So I decided to forgo the ceremony and continued walking.

Making a turn down to birdcage walk I chanced upon this area (?) called the Victoria Nova/ The Nova Building. Thinking maybe I can grab a proper bite, the only thing that attracted me was a standalone push cart called the Chai Guys. You guessed it, they were selling coffee but more importantly, chai. I got my first cuppa and their design was so cute I had to take that typical arm-extended-against-cityscape shot:

Looking at the underground sign at the entrance of Victoria station I contemplated yet again to take the train back to High Street Kensington to grab my portable charger before getting back on my itinerary (you can see how ensuring my phone stays alive has killed some fun and ability of being in the moment). But the thought of needing to explain myself to the rude French receptionist and trouble her to escort me up and down again deterred me entirely. Instead, I circled back again to Buckingham Palace to see if the changeover had started.

Thinking I’ll keep walking instead of stopping to watch the whole thing, in order to get back on track and head towards the city, I managed to catch them just walking in to the palace. The crowd grew bigger and there were security personnels warning people to carry their backpacks on their fronts because there’re pickpocketed lurking in this area. That all the more made me want to keep walking.

Another 5-10 minutes and I found the famous red telephone booth. I didn’t trust want someone to help take a picture for me so I wanted just the memory of a lone telephone booth. I eventually had to wait a minute for it because couples, mother-daughter duos and tween groups were all taking turns to enter the booth and take their signature interactive poses. From the aloof locals, to how easily my space could be “invaded” and presence kinda looked over, London was starting to make me feel a little transparent and for a split second it hit me that I was really alone.

What happened next didn’t help to soothe my soul in any way. After the telephone booths, past Westminister Abbey, was of course the Westminister bridge that would lead me into the city centre of London. It was a very very very busy bridge – everyone was almost passing through shoulder-to-shoulder and I had my eye on a pop up store selling souvenirs when suddenly a lady stopped me and started shoving a clipboard and a pen against my torso.

“For the deaf and blind. Please sign.” She chanted, refusing my refusals and letting me walk ahead. Soon another guy and woman on her team cornered me and continued pressurising me to sign it. I knew what this was – one of those petitions where after you “harmlessly” sign you’d have to make a mandatory donation, something I was already warned about by my colleague. So I kept saying “No”, zig-zagging to pass them but they locked me down and met me even when I pushed through the crowd to get to the other side of the bridge. Finally as I was saying my 100th no, this time also physically pushing away her clipboard, the lady interrupted me with a mumble in a foreign language before dropping everything and walking away. It was instant. Like an off-switch was activated inside of her. I was slightly perturbed as to why she’d suddenly give up, and what exactly she was mumbling about, when an instinct kicked in to look down and check my bag. My heart dropped when I saw my fanny pack zipped open, my camera (which took up the bulk of the space) in plain sight.

I rushed to a quieter corner at the end of the bridge and rummaged through my things. Passport, wallet, oyster card, they were all intact. But I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was there something more valuable I was forgetting that should’ve been inside? I hurried again, almost deliriously, to someplace I could properly sit down, catch my breath, slow my heart rate, and be sure that I wasn’t just pickpocketed.

Finally I saw there was a Starbucks and I took a sit outside among pigeons nibbling on leftovers and families feeding their children in prams to take out my things and account for each one. Nothing was lost, seriously. I didn’t know how to find relief, a part of me wanted to just retreat and go back to the unwelcoming office lobby. But I’d have to find a way that didn’t involve passing that damn Westminister bridge again. Throughout the entire trip I’d never revisited that bridge.

“Just keep going, Estella. Don’t let this ruin the day.” And so I did. I walked along Southbank, took that quintessential tourist picture of the London Eye, of the National Theatre, and ended up at Gabriel’s Wharf. Thinking I’ll finally (finally) have my first meal at this fish and chips restaurant, I walked away because of the crowd and the price for a simple Dory’s fish and chips.

I ended up at OXO Tower Wharf, which seemed like a Design Orchard equivalent with cubic spaces across two floors that showcase the works of up and coming designers and artists. Walking into a quirky design store, I thought I’d be able to find a portable charger but alas, there were Frida Kahlo lip balms and kids schoolbags in the shape of a space rocket, but absolutely z e r o portable chargers. I was at 2%, and Blackfriars bridge was where I threw in the white flag. I was supposed to make it all the way to Borough market, but I clearly had underestimated the walk, and it was enough risking (and turn of events) for the day.

I settled for a chicken salad from LEON and sat by the window, people watching as friends met up at the entrance of High Street Kensington station, grandmas got ready to head out with their daughters and grandchildren, mature couples stepping in to Marks and Spencers for their daily shopping. Even though my phone was dying, I was struggling with time because it was 1pm, an odd time to be heading to the office and waiting to check in until 3pm. But there wasn’t enough time to grab my portable charger and head out again. So I just sat at LEON, in slight disbelief of the sights and sounds I had encountered in a mere 5+ hours. London, baby.

We were inching to 2pm when I could no longer hog the seat at LEON, so I took a stroll into the famous Boots store just adjacent to the station, and took a look at Zara Home just opposite. Oh yes, I’d also forgotten to bring my glasses on the trip, so I walked into a prescription store along the street as well but soon realised it was a dumb move because frames alone were minimally 50 pounds (and those were ugly). My astigmatism isn’t dreadful enough for me to spend money on a pair of glasses that would be deemed useless once I got back to Singapore.

Finally, finally, after a little more waiting in the lobby (the French receptionist had ended her shift and now a nice 20-something male Londoner helmed the desk) I could finally check in to my Airbnb. I took a quick 2-stop bus ride down to Notting Hill Gate and arrived at the bright pink door. Lugging my suitcase up the 4 flights of stairs was THE WORST, and I soon came face-to-face with the small cubic loft that, in the following days, would’ve risen my anxiety levels with its misleading paper thin walls that made me purvy to when every neighbour was coming home, opening their doors (which often sounded like they were trying to barge through mine), stepping into showers, and when the garbage collector came on Wednesday morning and made such a ruckus I thought a fight broke out along the street.

After taking a video tour of the place and sending it to Mom, I settled in, changed and freshened up for dinner. It was at a nearby fish and chips place called the Fish House. No more adventurous trails and exploring for me. The restaurant was in a quaint shophouse with a very tiny shopfront where you could order takeaways. To get a seat, you’d then have to take another 2 narrow flights of stairs up to their topmost floor. When I arrived a family had just finished their dinner so by the time I ordered I had the whole place to myself (which I thought was quite iffy cause Google shown great reviews). The fish and chips was alright, along with the cup of hot tea, and after an hour or so I made my leave and called it a night.

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Beret Hat Trend-18 Tips & Ideas On How To Wear The Beret Hat Outfit Trends - Ideas How to Wear & What to Wear

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Beret Hat Trend-18 Tips & Ideas On How To Wear The Beret Hat

Beret Hat Trend. Ah, le béret. This well-known hat has been around for centuries, harking back to the Bronze Age, as discovered by archeologists who found traces of the flat hat inside tombs, as well as depicted in sculptures and paintings across Europe. In the 14th and 15th centuries, berets became most common amongst the poorer classes (i.e. farmers and artists) before steadily gaining popularity in political circles, even attaining integration into wartime uniforms.

However, they unofficially achieved peak chic status in the 1920s when famous folk like Ernest Hemingway, Lauren Bacall, and French singer Edith Piaf took to wearing them, making them a symbol of Parisian bohemianism.

What Outfits To Wear With Beret Hats?

Today the beret remains a classic representation of French culture and has made its way into the closets of fashionistas across the globe. Keep reading for 18 ways to wear your very own beret! Starting with some tips:

If you’re confused about how to position the beret hat or the proper way to wear it, know that there are no rules here. You should try adjusting it yourself in different positions to find one that feels most natural to you.

If you’re wearing the beret hat to a place where you’re afraid it might fall, for example, an amusement park, it’s pretty easy to keep it secured with the help of some bobby pins. This is also a good way to make sure that the hat doesn’t mess up your hair.

Beret hats are not just reserved for formal or semi-formal wear, you can easily wear them with the most casual outfits and instantly upgrade the look.

The best hairstyle with beret hats is to let your hair loose or go for a ponytail. A bun will hardly ever work with a beret.

↓18. Wear Your Beret Like A Parisian

If you are going to wear a beret, you might as well do it right, eh? For many, that means donning a cap in a way worthy of a Parisian. So, first off, we have an outfit perfect for strolling – you guessed it – the streets of Paris!

Start with a classically red beret and wear over loose, lightly curled hair. A silky deep blue camisole tucked into mid-rise jeans is stylish and chic, and is further accented with a pair of glittery drop earrings.

For this outfit, you can wear flats, boots, or espadrilles as your footwear of choice. You should also check out our earlier post on How to Wear Hats with Different Outfits.

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↓17. What To Wear With A Beret

We love this cute and cheeky look that somehow conjures up a Parisian accordionist displaying her skills beneath the Eiffel Tower. Or a really fun art teacher.

Whichever you are, this look was made for you!

A high-necked red and white striped tee is tucked into a pair of mid-rise pants. Plop on a beret and a simple necklace and voilà! C’est magnifique!

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↓16. Ultra Stylish Outfit To Wear With Beret

Ooh-la-la, we spy a fashionista!

A mustard-colored jumper has never looked so fabulous, especially when paired with a chic wool beret, black ankle boots, and a bejeweled purse. To ensure that the highest possible level of fab is achieved, go bold with your choice of a jumper. This one is cowl-necked and features oversized bishop sleeves, as well as a hem that hits right above the knee. If yellow is your color, do have a look at these fabulous Yellow Skirt Outfits.

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Emily Shak Mustard Cowl Neck Oversized Jumper £15.99

↓15. Styling The Beret Hat

For an outfit where our favorite hat takes center stage, check out this simple but super cute ensemble.

Throw on a cashmere sweater (opt for off-white or other neutral shade) and a pair of high-rise skinny jeans. Black boots are the footwear of choice, and you can accessorize with a necklace, a watch, and perhaps some stud earrings.

For your beret, go bold with bright pink or red. It is your standout piece, after all!

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Authentic Stretch High-Rise Skinny Jeans $68

Cashmere Crew Sweater $100

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Lucy Williams Beaded Coin Necklace $188

↓14. Fabulous Gingham Suit for Plus-size Ladies

Work it, girl! This outfit is ridiculously cute and works on all shapes and sizes.

Pair your gingham trousers with a matching blazer and tuck in a little white tee beneath it. A cute beret is worn straight (not tilted), adding a boldly stylish twist to this look. It also matches perfectly with a pair of stiletto mules. Accessorize with sunglasses and a pale pink purse.

This is the perfect ensemble for grabbing lunch with your girlfriends or hitting the shops after brunch.

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Topshop Gingham Blazer $95

Quilted Flap Lock Crossbody Bag

Qiabao Women’s Adjustable PU Leather Beret Hat $12.99

Hope Stiletto Mule $72

Nordstrom 1901 Graphic Tee $35

↓13. Super Cute Coffee Date Outfit

Grabbing coffee with your favorite guy? Sitting down for lunch at a cafe? We have the perfect outfit for you.

Matching your beret with your tee is like, so cute. So opt for a color that really stands out! This orange-red hue grabs the eye and is perfect when paired with a matching lipstick. Accessorize with a camera. For more ideas, check out these Date Outfits For Women.

↓12. Like A Fashionista

We can’t decide what’s chicer: this gorgeous tan beret, these standout shades, or this absolutely stunning ruffled sweater. Worn all together, you have an ensemble that’s basically to die for.

With this look, it’s all about the individual pieces. A classy tan beret is worn over curled hair and is further highlighted by a pair of wire-rimmed sunglasses. This deep navy blue sweater is tucked into a pair of high-rise jeans and is accessorized with a Louis Vuitton fanny pack.

The overall effect is breathtaking.

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Tularosa Manny Sweater $76

Audrey Beret Hat $55

Louis Vuitton Purse $519.99

↓11. How to Wear a Beret in Winter

For a perfect winter street-style outfit, check out this look!

This gray wool beret works so well with this chunky turtleneck sweater and these gray gloves. Pair with jeans and over-the-knee boots.

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↓10. Dressy Fall Outfit – Great City Look

As the leaves start to fall and winter creeps closer, keep yourself smiling with this super stylish city outfit featuring – you guessed it – a cream-colored beret that, quite honestly, steals the show.

Pair your adorable hat with an equally eye-catching ruffled eyelet blouse and toss a checkered blazer around your shoulders for warmth and added pizzazz. Throw on some casual jeans and some bright red slingback heels. For accessories, a chic little purse, as well as some diamond stud earrings, a couple of rings and a watch or bracelet will really bring this look home.

Check out the outfit details

SHEIN Schiffy Eyelet Ruffle Trim Blouse $18

Beret Hat £6.40

Clara Red Round Heel Slingback Shoes

Check Patterned Blazer £50

↓9. Simple & Stylish Winter Outfit

We all need an outfit like this tucked away in our wardrobes for a winter day where we just need that little bit extra to feel cute and put-together. With this hat and these boots, you are sure to achieve it.

Leave your hair natural or curl slightly with a curling iron. Accessorize with rings on your fingers and simple jewelry.

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Shimmer V-Neck Sweater $19.88

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French Beret Hat $25

↓8. Sophisticated Winter-Ready Look

From a knee-length cozy and chic teddy coat to a chocolate colored beret and a pair of super trendy Doc Martens, we love the overall effect these equally stunning outfit pieces have when worn together.

Stick to warm tones when putting together this outfit. It adds color and depth to an otherwise dark ensemble. Opaque tights keep your legs warm while bringing an added layer to this gorgeously sophisticated outfit. Here are 19 Best Winter Jeans Outfits for Girls to Stay Cozy and Chic.

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Brixton Audrey Beret Hat $55

Dr. Martens Jadon 8 Eye Boots $170

Abrigo Largo Teddy $197

Cuello Vuelto Oversized $97

↓7. Vacation-Ready Cute Spring Look

With color popping everywhere, you are going to want to stop and pose wherever you turn in this outfit!

A cherry red beret with matching sunglasses isn’t the only fun aspects of this ensemble. This boldly striped mustard yellow and white sweater is absolutely stunning, especially when tucked in ever so slightly in a pair of high-rise skinny jeans. You won’t want to forget your matching lipstick with this outfit as it really brings the whole look together.

Great for touring new cities, doing a photo shoot, or grabbing lunch at a cute little restaurant!

Check out the outfit details

Women’s Highest-Rise Skinny Jeans

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↓6. What to Wear to a Theater Show ft. Beret

You may just find yourself humming Sinatra’s New York, New York with this fun little outfit!

Let your playfully fashionable side shine with a paisley-printed top, black wool beret, and infinitely chic trenchcoat. A bucket bag is an ‘a la mode’ accessory you won’t want to put down. Some high-waisted ankle pants and old school Vans complete the look, as well as add an unexpected twist to this city-ready ensemble.

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↓5. Effortlessly Stylish Outfit

Hitting up a new restaurant? Touring an art gallery? Grabbing front-row seats at your favorite play? This outfit lets you do it all!

Tuck a striped tee into a pair of high-waist skinny jeans. Top it off with a short trenchcoat and a slightly darker toned beret. We love these animal print flats, especially when paired with some super cute shades. Leave your hair loose and curled and be sure to accessorize with a couple of necklaces and even some dangling drop earrings.

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Slim-Fit Striped Tee $9.97

H&M Short Trenchcoat $69.99

Steve Lauryn-L Flats $108.95

Klong Wool Beret Hat French Style $9.99

↓4. London Street Style – Adorable Tweed Dress

This fun look is great because it’s versatile. It could work for a variety of occasions (visiting a new bookshop, going to a concert, reading live poetry, grabbing lunch, and so much more!) and suits all body types. Keep reading for how to score this look yourself!

Start with a tweed dress. This one hits midthigh and features a super cute collar and added ribbon. Wear black tights underneath and pop on some little bright-red heels. A trench with a contrasting pattern looks super cute and brings a new element to the ensemble.

Last but not least is a beret dotted with faux pearls and a little black handbag.

So cute!

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Faux Pearl Beret Hat $8

Tie Neck Tweed Dress $24

Brushed Plaid Wool Blend Trench

Push Lock Shoulder Bag $21

↓3. City Girl Winter Outfit

A beret and matching coat never looked so adorbs.

Wear with a pleated magenta top, jeans, and boots. Leave your hair loose and go natural with your makeup. This is a casual city girl look you’ll be wearing again and again!

Check out the outfit details

Hat Attack Wool Beret Hat $32

Pleated Peplum Top

↓2. White & Fluffy Outfit For Winter

For the girl who doesn’t feel like style needs to be sacrificed for warmth, check out this winter-approved ensemble. This is a look that’s sure to keep you warm while also ensuring you are looking as chic and stylish as ever.

Start with a merino turtleneck. We love this deep purple one. Bundle up in gloves and shaggy faux fur and pop a white beret on your loose and natural hair. Next, throw on a pair of white skinny jeans and a pair of over-the-knee boots. Accessorize with sunglasses and a crossbody purse.

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SW The Tieland Over-the-Knee Boot $399

Small Faye Leather & Suede Shoulder Bag $695

↓1. Gorgeous Spring & Summer Outfit – Super Chic

An outfit like this will make you want to hit the road with a friend and drive for 70 miles before stopping at a rundown gas station to snap a perfectly poised natural pic…

Or maybe that’s just me.

Regardless, you’ll feel like a million bucks in this final outfit we have for you, so prepare to be amazed!

It’s all about statement pieces with this ensemble. Start with a dress that can take center stage with no problem. This off-the-shoulder number features long trumpet sleeves and a stripe of color down the side. Over-the-knee boots are chic and very nearly steal the show. Last, but certainly not least, accessorize with a beret that matches the detail on your dress, as well as sunglasses and a necklace or two.

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And there you have it! 18 stylish outfits to wear with a beret!

#Hats #Hats For Girls #Stylish Hats For Women

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