#💖 — about kiara.

[14dayswithyou]

Hello! Hey! Hi! 💐🐀

Pet names Kiara would give her girlfriend pwease? :3c I think "button" would be so cute from her hfcgcgcg

✦゜ANSWERED: STOPPPP BUTTON IS SO CUTE?????? /gen

In my mind Kiara likes to use "trinket" as a pet name, but I also really like "treasure", "muse", and "button" as well!! ;v;

[rexscanonwife]

what's a little fun fact about each of the four kids? do they have a fun hobby, a weird (positive) quirk, a favorite food you associate with them?

Hiii thank you so much for asking! I'm sorry I'm getting back to you late, but I appreciate you giving me a chance to talk about my babies! 🥺💖💖 so as for fun facts, here we go!

Kaiza - she takes after Rex the most, and similarly has little nervous habits of his like tapping her fingers when she (poorly) lies and when her eyebrows knit together worriedly she looks so much like him it's uncanny! 😭💖💖

Quinn - he's the only boy and one of the only Force-sensitive of the kids, so from a relatively young age the family friend (my bff's s/i) starts training him to use it and teaches him the history of the Jedi and how their hubris led to their downfall. Quinn isn't really super interested in all that though, he mostly wants to learn how to use a lightsaber 😂😂 he also has a bit of a sweet tooth, but very sensitive teeth so he tries to sneak on treats when he knows he's not supposed to!

Kiara - she's Quinn's twin and is also Force-sensitive, though she tends to learn more from Brea how to use it to heal and connect with beings through the Living Force! She has a knack for bringing home critters of varying shapes and sizes 😅 much to Brea and Rex's concern!

Mirri - Mirri is mainly nonverbal, and prefers to communicate by writing what they want to say on Rex's old datapad, but most of the time their family knows them well enough to understand them without needing it! They spend most of their time going over as much data as they can find and they're really handy with repairs and technology in general. Rex and Brea found them in a junkyard while on a supply run one day and decided they couldn't leave them behind!

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Hiiiii

I love love love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something about jj x reader and reader is very easily exciteable ( like scatterbrain adhd) and talks alot and slowly Kie gets more and more irritated with reader and then she finally snaps and screams how reader is so annoying? And the boys are gobsmacked and JJ especially. I promise i dont have anything personal against Kie i love her but i dont think she would like me very much lmao😭😭

Thank you sm🤭🫶

Thank you so much my baby starfish, you're so sweet to me <3

This started really strong, then I got a lil lost in the sauce, so here you have 3.6k of JJ x Reader. I hope you like it 💖💖💖 r loves dinosaurs

CWs: Swearing, yelling, Kiara being mean, John B's dad is alive because I just can't hurt that poor boy but he's only mentioned once

JJ liked getting her alone. Every chance he could, getting them away from their respective friend groups, with their prying eyes and loud opinions. It was his favorite place to be, alone, with her. They’d been together for a solid while, getting together right before spring break. The pogues wondered where he’d been the whole week, after too many unanswered texts blowing up the group chat he gave in…and told them he was holed up at home, hotboxing his bedroom for the foreseeable future. Not that it was entirely a lie, it just wasn’t entirely true either. 

He introduced her to the rest of them at the beginning of the summer, a little reluctantly since they’d planned a date but forgot to actually plan anything. So with no other option, since JJ had no food in his house and y/n’s a/c broke, they went to the Wreck. 

Unfortunately for JJ, Kiara was working and Pope and John B had just gotten back from helping Mr. Hayward with something or another. JJ entirely forgot both of these things and only just remembered as he saw the Twinkie in the parking lot. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” She pulled his helmet off of her head but didn’t get off the bike yet. 

“All my friends are here.”

“That’s a bad thing? I’ve met them all before.” She had; she helped John B pass his last Spanish test and was in a study group with Pope for their Civics class. Kiara knew her from Biology, she’d stay after every class to talk with their teacher about everything but what they just discussed in class.

“Yeah, but they’ve never met you as my…” he trailed off and she slid herself under his arm, putting herself in front of him, tossing her legs over his and leaning back on the handlebar between his arms.

“You can say girlfriend.” He fixed her helmet hair in a lame attempt to distract her from his shy smile. She scrunched her nose at the tickle of his calloused fingertips against her skin. “Oh right, you can’t say it without blushing.”

“Hell yeah I can.” He kept his hands on her cheeks and moved both of their heads in opposite directions to keep the sun out of her eyes.

“Say it then, Pretty,” she put her face real close to his with his hands stuck to her cheeks, nudging his nose once so he’d look up and she could kiss right under his jaw. She leaned back just slightly and held his forearms. “Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend,” one kiss to her forehead, “girlfriend,” another to her nose, “firlgriend,” a final one to her lips. Not quite a kiss since she was smiling so hard at his mistake. 

“What?”

“You made me mess up, that was not my fault.”

“How did I make you mess up?”

“By being so damn cute.” He started kissing all over her face, her neck, her collarbones. 

“That’s what got you?”

“You always get me.”

“You trying to put the moves on me, Maybank?” She pulled him back up from her neck by a tug to his hair.

“Depends, is it working, l/n?”

“Are you trying to distract me so we can go somewhere else knowing full well that there is nowhere else?”

He let his head fall back against her clavicle with a long, exaggerated groan. “So it’s not working?”

“No, sorry,” she tilted her head to the side with faux sympathy, he thought she looked like a puppy. “Please? I’m starving.” He braced his hands behind himself so he could lean back and give her room to swing her leg over. He followed it with his eyes with no shame, to which she could only scoff a laugh.

When he finally regained his composure, “Can’t have my firlgriend starving, now could I darlin’?”

“I’m sending you back. I don’t even remember where I got you but I’d like a refresher on the return policy.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re really hilarious. I swear, you should take it on the road or somethin.” He said in a single tone. They started walking into the restaurant and he still held out his hand to her. 

She laid her head on his shoulder just before they made it to the door. “But you love me?” 

“Fuck yeah I love you.” He turned to kiss her head but it was more his cheek to her head and a kiss to the air above it. She loved it just the same.

“Good, I love you too.” She kissed his shoulder and was glad the heat permitted such skin to show, no sleeves in the way of her boy’s skin. 

“Alright, come on.” He almost dragged her into the restaurant but it was more of a rush to get himself in there.

Kiara was at the hostess stand and smiled when she saw him, the corner of her lip twitched twice when he saw who he was with, once at the hand he was holding and again at the girl it was attached to. Yet she still recovered quickly and kept up the perfect customer service act. “Hey Kie, how’s today been? Yeah? You know what I’d love, is if you could uh, get us a table at the back, kinda quickly?”

“What’s the rush, Jay?” She gathered two menus and started guiding them back.

“Don’t worry about it. Just-please?”

“M-hmm.” She sat them at a dimly lit table in the back corner and JJ helped y/n up into the continuous booth with the circular table. She thanked him with a smile and he slid in next to her, resting a hand on her thigh, warm skin under his rough touch.

“Thank you,” y/n smiled brightly at Kiara and picked up her menu. Kiara gave JJ a look that she couldn’t see with the menu in front of his face What are you doing? He returned it with a grave look, Let me have my last 10 minutes with her to myself in peace.

“Martha will be right over with your waters.”

JJ nodded and Kiara got the hint finally. 

John B and Pope came out of the kitchen with their little trays of free food. “We heard JJ’s bike pull up. He here?” Pope tossed a thumb over his shoulder to the dining area. 

“Yeah, actually-” they started walking away to go find him but she pulled them back by their shirt collars. “But, I think he’s on a date.”

“A date?” John B asked.

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like him. You sure we’re talking about the same guy?” Pope held up a hand to approximately JJ’s height. “Yea tall, perpetually sweaty, doesn’t own a single sleeve in his whole wardrobe, different day different girl, JJ?”

“That’s the one. He’s in the back…Waaaaiit, wait wait. Don’t go yet, let them at least get their waters first.”

“Who’s he with?”

“Do we know her?”

“I don’t know if you do. I had biology with her. Y/n? L/n?”

Both of their jaws went slack. John B nearly dropped his fries. “Her?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Like she’d ever go for him, she’s too…” John B shook his hand thinking the words would come to him.

“Nice, kind, morally upright?” Pope offered.

“Annoying?”

“No. When has she ever been annoying?”

“In bio, she’d always stay after and talk to Dr. Dyer about literally everything besides biology.”

“Kie, I hate to break it to you,” John B put a hand on her shoulder, “I really do. But I don’t see what any of that has to do with you.”

“Because she’s just so…ugh excited. All the time.”

“As if JJ isn’t exactly the same.”

“They’re in the back you said?”

“Yeah, in the corner. Wait- I didn’t tell you that!” But they already had all the information they needed and were half way over there already.

JJ saw them wave as they approached then put his head on the table with a groan. They saw her try to coax him up with a hand scratching over his back and some nice words they couldn’t hear. And then they saw everything they needed to when she raised her other hand to wave and JJ’s bracelet was on her wrist. Oh, John B’s face said to Pope’s, This is serious.

But that didn’t stop them. “Hey guys, funny running into you two here.” John B announced, extra loudly just for JJ’s sake since his head was still down. He and Pope slid into the round booth on the other side of y/n. She pushed JJ up by the shoulder but his chin was still to his chest.

“Wow, must have really worn him out.” Pope said, followed by a stolen one of John B’s fries.

“Looks like it. You gonna make it hotshot?” 

He looked up sharply to flick his hair out of his face. She pushed it back and while they were so focused on each other the other two boys gave each other looks Oh shit, this is real serious.

“I’ll make it.” He let out a long and exasperated groan. “Pope, John B, this is my firlgriend.” Completely an honest mistake but he was just happy it made her laugh. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, I know you didn’t.” He squeezed her thigh and continued.

“This is my girlfriend.” Oh, real real serious. 

“Took you long enough,” referring to how many tries it took him to get it right, not hiding their relationship. She actually didn’t mind it, she liked having him all to herself. “Good boy,” she pushed herself up to kiss his cheek and he leaned into it. She stayed looking up at him with a smile and the boys were waiting for him to look disgusted, grossed out, something, anything he’d usually do with girls that got too affectionate; but it never came. He was looking at her the same way he looks at a great swell of a wave, like she was an adventure, something he wanted to take on and knew he could. They saw it in his eyes and then, this kid blushed. This girl made JJ Maybank blush, hard.

“So what have you guys been up to?” JJ pulled her closer with an arm around her waist and she leaned back into him so she could face the boys. 

They talked about so many things and she was so animated and genuinely interested in what they had to say. She liked hearing about Pope’s dreams and aspirations, asking him so many questions about his scholarship and what kind of career he wants. John B told her about the theories he and his dad have come up with about the shipwreck and the treasure. She was so easy to talk to and never bored. How could anyone be bored when the conversations moved so fast. Every time Kiara walked by it was something new. Mr. Hayward’s business, Pope’s scholarship, what he wants to do after high school, John B’s Spanish final, who says ‘bon voyage’ the French or the Spanish, how different languages happened, Pangea, Panthalassa, what a fun word trapezoid is, how much the geometry teacher sucked, their favorite classes, the clubs she and Pope are in with both of them getting all excited about the ones they shared. 

“You should come to the chateau sometime,” John B suggested and she looked up at JJ over her shoulder, a silent what do you think?

“Yeah, it’d be fun,” all three of them picked up on his hesitancy. 

“Yeah?” He nodded surely in response. “You just tell me when.”

***

JJ loved getting her alone. Every minute with just her was heaven to him.

Unfortunately for both of them, he was under house arrest in purgatory. 

Pope and John B loved having her around. Kiara didn’t get the hype. “Kie, listen, it’s like having a puppy that can talk.” John B had had a few beers that were way higher percentages than he thought. 

“Don’t call my girlfriend a puppy, man.”

“Sor-*hiccup* sorry, but am I wrong? Pope, am I wrong?”

“Not really, like if she was a puppy her tail would always be waggin and shit and if she saw a leaf move she’d be like,” He turned around really fast and JJ thought he heard his neck crack.

“I still don’t get why that means she has to be over here all the time?”

“Do you have some sort of problem with her, Kie?” JJ asked, failing at holding the defensive tone off.

“No, I just mean why is she always around?”

“Because she’s my girlfriend, I like having her around and so do they. So kindly do me a favor and get the stick out of your ass. Hmm?” 

“Fine,” she put her hands up in surrender then leaned back in her seat, letting them all get back on with their evening.

***

By the end of the summer y/n was thoroughly convinced Kiara hated her. She’d hardly look at her and she’d never add anything to their conversations besides some snarky remark about how close it seems she and JJ have gotten. But she was never out right mean, y/n thought she was just reading into it too hard. 

They were back at the chateau, having some drinks to celebrate….something. Y/n couldn’t quite remember what. She was in JJ’s lap and he was talking to John B about cars or hydroponics, something. She didn’t know entirely but she was nodding along all the same. She was staring at his face, tracing his jaw with her eyes. She didn’t even notice she was doing it until he turned because of her finger tracing the curve then down his neck. He smiled at her, all soft and gentle and pretty. “What’re you up to, kid?”

She smiled back at him just the same lazy adorable way that she does when he catches her spacing out. “I’m older than you.”

“Barely, and that doesn’t answer my question.”

“You have a mole.” She put her finger back on it. “Right there. Since when?”

“Forever, probably.” He took her hand so carefully and held it in their laps instead, both of them twisting their fingers around the other’s like a kelp forest, slipping and sliding back and forth through the spaces between them.

“Forever? Really? I never noticed.”

“Ha- You never notice a lot of things.” Kiara mumbled loud enough for Big John to hear her inside. 

JJ’s fingers stilled, y/n just squeezed them tighter. Her smile fell for a second but she picked it right back up, looser, no teeth, not reaching her eyes or making the lines in her cheeks it usually does. “What do you mean?” JJ was going to cry with how small and innocently she said it.

“Hmm?”

“You said I don’t notice anything, what do you mean?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Kiara scratched her neck then took a strand of hair  to twist around her finger and check for split ends,

“I notice a lot of things,” she slipped off of JJ’s lap and into the seat next to him but let him keep their thighs pressed together. 

“I’m sure you do. Just like the note John B left to keep the door closed! Just like how Pope tells you over and over what his favorite color is! And when JJ obviously looks uncomfortable to anyone with eyes! You notice all that?! Of course you don’t, you’re so wrapped up in yourself you don’t know anything about anyone around you. All you ever do is talk about yourself, it’s sickening.”

“Ok,” she sniffed shallowly but JJ could still hear the shakiness in it, feel her leg bouncing against his. She can do this herself, JJ thought hopefully. She took a deep breath, “Seems like  we know what we all think of me now.” She started picking up the empty cups and cans within her arms reach. “John B, ‘s it ok if I ask your dad to take me home?”

“Uh, yea-”

“Hey, I’ll take you home.” JJ put a hand on her arm when she stood. She would only look at his hand, not his face. 

“No, it’s ok.” He could hardly hear her, something that rarely happened since she’d gotten comfortable with all of them. Well, almost all of them. He stood up, close enough that her arm was flush to his chest. She still didn’t look at him, only facing John B, pulling his cold glare from Kiara to her taught pout and watery eyes that broke his heart. “If he’s busy I can walk.”

“You’re not walking,” JJ tried to get her to look at him. She almost did but then Kiara started again.

“Maybe she should. Learn to do something for herself for once instead of getting someone else to do it for her, like she does every time.”

JJ pulled her to his chest and John B stepped in front of them. “Kie, I think you should go, man.”

“Right, like you guys haven’t been ditching me since JJ started bringing his new bitch around!” She flinched at the word and JJ pulled her closer. “Just make Kiara leave, right?! Not like I’ve been your best friend for years before she came around.”

“You wanna go?” JJ whispered into her ear. She didn’t trust herself to speak, she didn’t want to speak, so a nod would have to suffice. “Go wait inside.”

“Jay, no,” she weakly argued.

“I’ll be right out, please baby, just let me,” he left the end of his sentence hanging and let Pope guide her inside with a nod of gratitude.

John B was still trying to calm Kiara down, but JJ wasn’t into pleasantries. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Ever since you’ve started bringing her here you’ve been so distant, you’re so wrapped up in each other, it’s like you’re in your own little bubble and you never pay any attention to us anymore.”

“Could you stop speaking for me and Pope, Kie? Really. It’s enough,” John B sat back down while JJ and Kiara were getting in each other’s faces. 

“So you don’t find her so fucking grating you can’t even hear yourself think?”

John B pulled JJ back, just a bit further from her, “No-”

“No one thinks that! You think that because you’re so possessive over us for no reason! Kie, I’m happy with her, I love her. I love you guys too but not if you’re gonna be a fuckin psycho about it.”

“All I mean is-”

“All you mean is that you’re jealous, and you need to get the fuck over it.”

She scoffed at that, “I am not jealous, I’m not jealous. Why would you even say that?”

“Why would you say any of the shit you’ve said to her? Hmm? You can’t fuckin share. And I’m not asking you to.”

A strange look of relief flashed over her features, but was greatly short lived. 

“I’m telling you.”

“JJ, I-”

“I’m telling you, if you can’t figure out how to act like a normal fucking person then I’m not comin around.”

“I’m the normal one, she’s- she’s-”

Both boys looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to come up with a real negative about the kindest girl they’ve probably ever met, albeit the most distracted one.

JJ hummed when she couldn’t come up with anything. “Jombee, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“10:30 still?”

“You know I’m not up by then.” They did their handshake and JJ went inside while John B made Kiara sit back down and talk to him. Pope and y/n were leaned back against the counter, he had an arm over her shoulders and was finally able to calm her breathing. “Hey,” JJ came closer, slowly, so he didn’t startle them. “Hey, you feelin ok? Still wanna go?”

“Yeah,” she sniffed hard, “Yeah. You ok?”

“I will be when we get home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Wherever you want it to be.”

***

They rode back to her house on his bike. He carried her through the house, just to make her laugh, since she’d been so quiet. 

He threw her onto the bed then went through the shelves of DVDs, looking for the ones he was sure she’d like. “Not the Little Mermaid,” he pushed that one back in line.

“What? Why not the Little Mermaid?”

“Because she doesn’t talk, I want you to talk.”

“I don’t wanna talk, you do enough of that for the both of us.” He laughed a little at her attempt of a joke, but it was short lived once he realized what she really meant. 

“But I like your voice, I like what you have to say.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, definitely.”

“About what?”

“About whatever you want.” She silently asked him for something more to go off of. “Here, tell me about this.” He handed her her weighted dinosaur and laid it on her chest.

“What about it?”

“Stop asking questions, start talking. Tell me why you like the squish feeling.”

“What do I get out of it?” He raised an eyebrow at another question but relented anyway.

“I’ll squish you.”

“Really?”

He nodded once, then thought if he looked at her smile any longer he’d melt, so he went to set the movie up.

“Your body is basically like, covered with touch receptors, and when they’re stimulated by, in this case squish, they release oxytocin, serotonin, dopamine, all those. And those are all the happy hormones, the love hormones, aaannnd you love me but you’d love me more if you came over and squished me.”

He hit play then brought a blanket so he could lay down and she could curl into his side. “You love me more than your dinosaur?”

“Is that even a question?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Of course I love you more than dinosaurs,” she nudged herself up to kiss his jaw that she could reach. “Dinosaurs can’t squish me, Silly, they’re extinct.”

(thank you so much for reading, please please please let me know if you want a part 2 and support your creators!!! ok??? (maybe not me, i kinda suck and only realized i never copied the last line over like 4 months later) But comments are like the most wonderful thing to me so if there’s any parts you particularly enjoyed just let me know <3<3<3)

“Of course I love you more than dinosaurs,” she nudged herself up to kiss his jaw that she could reach. “Dinosaurs can’t squish me, Silly, they’re extinct.”

[mmonetsims]

MMONETSIMS' 1ST SIM DUMP !

for no particular reason, i thought it would be fun to put together sim dump for you guys with these sims! it's the holiday season and i wanted to appreciate my followers 💖

this is my first ever sims dump! i don't have much experience with doing it before, so please let me know if there's any issues. below the read more tag is info about the sims !

usual sim dump rules apply here. please do not:

claim these sims as your own

change their body types and/or skin colors

change their genetics

however you can:

add sims into your saves or use as background sims

change their names (all names were randomized)

change traits and aspirations (also randomized)

i used different sliders, presets and such for each sim, so if you wouldn't like those in your game, make sure you go through and delete them- but be warned the sim might look different once you do.

the preview pictures above were also taken with reshade/had minor edits so they may look different in your game.

DL HERE (simfileshare)

other than that credit to ALL cc creators whose cc i included in this dump. thank you so much to my followers and mutuals because i love you guys' sims so much and wanted to share mine with you. <3

hopefully i will be doing more dumps in the future, and possibly even a base sim dump. ✨love you guys - kiara

[clumsy-jiminie]

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↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating��:: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 3.8k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, public displays of affection

↣ notes :: welcome to the first chapter! 💕 I hope you guys already for the rollercoaster between these two.

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"you see my thick thighs, lost when you look into my brown eyes, see my little waist can make you switch sides. you've never seen the devil in disguise."

- be honest, jorja smith-

ｗｉｎｔｅｒ

A low hum of people chatting over the Lo-Fi beats filled the area. Glasses clinking, some munching, all sounds that Kiara Smith grew familiar with. Though the crowd was more significant than the last exhibition she attended, it was starting to become all the same. 

She could remember the very first exhibit she went to and all the nerves it brought. She was a bumbling mess—sweaty palms constantly being wiped on her dress that she may have also used as her prom dress while her stomach frequently threatened to release her breakfast all over the floor—as she watched the few people who also attended like hawks. So insecure about the words those people chose not to share. So insecure about their lips pressed into taught smiles. Were they being genuine or just keeping up appearances? Was her art worth anything, or was she going to flop and end up having to get a shitty job just to make ends meet? Those same nerves would never fade, holding onto her like some clingy child desperately needing attention. But they became less apparent whenever her boyfriend was around. The heaven-sent angel would always know the right thing to say and make the world melt away. Though he would never miss an event, it was very seldom that he was on time. She never stressed his whereabouts, knowing he'd arrive eventually.

The 24-year-old continued to walk around, partially eavesdropping as she passed couples and groups of people. Occasionally, she would take a sip of the bubbly gold in her glass to appease that child named Nerves tugging on her leg. She slowed to a stop once a particular piece caught her eye. It was two separate canvases placed at equal heights. One canvas had a bright figure colored in hues of pink and blue, while the other was dark. Shades of black and grey bled from one canvas to the other as if it was trying to overcome the figure itself. The darkness had enough space on their canvas, though, at least a third remaining untouched, but it wanted the colors. It wanted to possess them, spread its darkness to them.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" blurted a voice near her. Despite the voice being calm and inviting, it startled her. She quickly turned to the side, not realizing a man joined her. His side profile was magnificent — features that were immaculately sculpted from his eyebrows, down his straight nose bridge leading to a button tip, to where his rose-shaded lips took center stage, frozen in a pout. His light blonde hair with dark roots made his olive skin stand out. It looked natural on him. The man was attractive, and Kiara couldn't deny that. His aura alone was almost as intoxicating as the drink in her hand. It pulled her in and wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She nodded, humming in agreement with his question. She faced ahead again.

The man stole another glance at her, eyes slowly glazing over her features. "It's so rare nowadays to find someone who could capture so much without saying a word. It's almost godly."

The more he talked, the nicer his voice sounded. It had an excellent depth, low and appealing even in his hushed tone. Kiara was into what he was saying, continuing to nod until the last comment. She had to sip her drink to subdue the urge to giggle.

"But you know what you and this painting have in common?"

She turned to look at the man, their eyes meeting for the first time tonight. And boy, how he could get lost in those pools of amber. She raised an eyebrow curiously, her glass still resting on her lips as she silently urged him to continue.

"You both were crafted with the same care, holding a beauty one could only dream of containing."

Kiara almost spat out her drink, startling the man before her. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, holding back the remainder of the liquid behind her taut lips. The man's eyebrows drew together and his lips pursed slightly. His expression then dropped to a neutral state once he realized she was chuckling at what he said.

Once she swallowed the liquid, she turned to face him completely. She took a moment to graze over his appearance fully. He was well dressed, wearing a black blazer, white crew neck underneath, and dark-wash skinny jeans. Silver earrings dangled from his earlobes to match the silver chain around his neck and the wristwatch. 

"Damn," she commented, a grin growing on her full glossed lips, "you're really laying it on thick for someone you don't know." Her voice was nothing he expected. She seemed like one of those Hamptons girls, playing in New York City with daddy's money. Her voice was light and smooth like silk fabric, but her accent was hard like a concrete wall. She was either from Queens or Brooklyn, syllables being dropped or stretched at a whim. Something about the way her words blended was incredibly sexy. 

The man quirked a brow, intrigued as the corner of his lips pulled into a half smile. "You tryna say I'm out of practice?"

"Precisely." She answered quickly and confidently as she gazed up at him. "I expect that kind of line from someone twice your age."

"Well, ouch." He chuckled, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as his eyes glanced downward at the girl. "My job requires me to be blunt, so I call it like I see it."

"And you're saying I'm as beautiful as this painting?"

He grabbed a glass off the tray of a passing waiter. "Your beauty surpasses it." It was true. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her golden honey skin practically glowed under the cool white fluorescent lights. Her hair was dark brown and long, pulled back into a sleek high ponytail with two strands framing her face. Her black satin dress hugged every curve in her body with grace, and there were plenty of them. The material looked soft to the touch, gently reflecting the light. He'd be lying if he said her looks weren't the reason why he approached. And on top of all the looks, she smelled phenomenal—warm and sweet, like a freshly baked sugar cookie with a dash of cinnamon on top, making him want to relive through the holiday season that just passed.

Kiara let out a soft scoff. "Thank you, but that's not as much of a compliment as you may think." She suddenly spun on her stiletto heels, turning her back to the man as she walked away.

He quickly followed, catching up in a few steps to join her by her side. "Do explain."

"Beauty has, and always will be, skin deep." She circled the champagne in her glass while looking out into the crowd. "Looks fade over time. Trends come and go faster than the seasons. So if you really wanna wow a girl…." She stopped at another painting that grabbed her attention before looking at him. "Compliment the things you can't see." The two stopped to gaze at the artwork in front of them. The man thought over her words while admiring the piece. The canvas before them had various hues of green splashed about, but shades of purple peeked through upon closer inspection. It mimicked little flowers blooming through a field of wild grass. She managed to lead him to the only painting that mirrored their conversation.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "You're completely right. And to think I almost missed out on how intelligent you are."

She smiled, soft and genuine. "Thank you."

The man stayed by her side as Kiara floated, offering his opinions on whichever piece they stopped in front of. She really appreciated being able to receive unbiased feedback on her work. He didn't know he was chatting with the artist. No one in the room knew. The name signed at the bottom of each canvas was Luna, a faceless painter. It's been that way since the beginning, and she intended it to stay that way. Only her close friends, family, and people she hired knew of her secret.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to lunch tomorrow." The man asked at their fourth or so painting.

"I see you don't waste any time."

"Correct. Time is limited, after all."

She looked up at him, his perfect lips pulled into a soft smile. Maybe in another lifetime, she thought as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Flattered, but I can't."

His brows furrowed. He thought that the conversation they were having was great, so what was with the rejection? "May I ask why?"

"I have a boyfriend," she said with a wide smile.

He suddenly scoffed, causing her to tilt her head to the side slightly. "I haven't seen anyone on your arm the whole night." The first thing the man hated the most was being lied to.

Her brows then lowered while her eyes narrowed. "He's just late."

The second thing was excuses.

"Tsk," he shook his head before downing his drink. "Committed to a man with no time management? Red flag."

"And somehow that's better than a man who can't take rejection?" She shot back as she quickly matched his energy. They had a peaceful conversation only moments before, and now the energy between them had grown negative.

"Oh, I can take rejection," he stated with a chuckle as he put his glass down. "But only when I'm being told the truth."

"It is—"

"Hey, darling." And finally, the deep and butter-smooth voice appeared, melting away the anger that was bubbling inside Kiara. As he approached her side, he placed his large hand on the small of her back and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry I'm late."

The blonde in front of them eyed the man from his tan skin and wavy ebony hair to his solid-colored turtle neck and long coat. Something about the dark-haired man seemed familiar to the blonde. Then it hit him like a freight train. "Well, isn't it Mr. Kim Taehyung?" He smiled widely, glancing up at the slightly taller man.

Taehyung's brows furrowed momentarily before grinning. "Holy shit, Park Jimin!" He stepped forward, leaving Kiara's side to wrap his arms around the blonde. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he pulled away from the man. "I never would've thought that you'd be into art."

He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "It's just a little appreciation I picked up from Spain." He shrugged casually.

Taehyung's jaw clenched briefly, his smile slipping for a moment. For as long as he's known Jimin, he always had to slip in a way to brag about his accomplishments. It was sad that he still hasn't grown out of that trait yet. "Ah yeah," he responded, playing cool, "I forgot you traveled there. How was it?"

Jimin shrugged again. "It was Spain," he said, glazing over the topic. "But me and—shit, I'm sorry." His attention shifted from Taehyung to the woman. "I never asked for your name."

"I'm Kiara," she said softly. Her arms folded over her chest as she watched the two men converse. She didn't mind a bit since Taehyung was the most extroverted of the two.

"Kiara," Jimin repeated to himself, his eyes trailing down her appearance briefly. He tried to pin the name to the face, especially if she was Taehyung's. His eyes finally returned to the other man. "Kiara and I were discussing some of the pieces earlier. I've been a huge fan of Luna for years now." He tried to be calm about the subject of Luna, but it made excitement course through his veins. He was among the first few to learn about the mysterious artist who abruptly appeared on the scene. Everyone wanted one of their pieces overnight, and Jimin was obviously at the very top of that list. Every brushstroke left was a paragraph, speaking a language only artists could understand. 

"I don't even wanna talk about how hard it was to get in here," he chuckled, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks. A Luna Eclipse had a longer wait list than some Michelin-star restaurants. Luckily for him, he was able to pull a few strings. A few phone calls here, some embarrassing promises there, and he was in.

Kiara couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she eyed the man. The smirk on Taehyung's lips was full of pride, almost conceited, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Oh, you don't say?" For once in the pair's life, it felt like Taehyung had a one-up on Jimin. "How does it feel to—"

"My love," Kiara interjected, voice just as sweet, yet bitter, like honey as she placed her hand on Taehyung's chest. She looked up at him, and Jimin could see her pupils dilated, swirling with love. He chewed on his lower lip gently. He barely knew this woman, but why did he want her to look at him like that? "I have to talk to you about something."

Taehyung stared at his partner with furrowed brows before looking at Jimin. "Um, alright. I'll catch up with you later then."

She looked at Jimin, and that love dissipated instantly. Such a look was only reserved for Taehyung, making a heaviness grow in his abdomen. "If you would excuse us."

The blonde couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Kiara. "Of course," he finally said, grinning at the man. "Don't be a stranger!"

The two waved at each other before Kiara led him away. Her arm wrapped around his, holding him close to her. She glanced back at Jimin one last time before pulling Taehyung to a quiet section of the event. He leaned against the pillar while Kiara stood before him, gazing up at him.

"Why did you cut me off?" Taehyung asked, keeping his voice calm.

"Because you almost name-dropped me," she said, her arms folding over her chest. 

The 26-year-old's lips turned into a small o shape before forming a sheepish smile. "You're right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot for a second. It's just so hard not to brag about you when you always look so good." He reached out and touched her waist, pulling her into him.

She couldn't stop her lips from forming a smile as he buried his face into her neck. She giggled quietly, her hands placed on his chest. "Stop it," she whined, not wanting him to do such a thing.

Taehyung inhaled deeply, the notes of her sweet perfume entering his nostrils. "Mm, and you're wearing my favorite perfume too?" He mumbled against her skin, placing gentle kisses randomly. "You just wanted me to be on you."

The girl laughed before gasping when she felt his large hand fully palm her ass. She pulled away from him just enough to slap him in the chest playfully. "We're in public!"

His eyes locked with hers, with a smirk playing on his lips. "So?" He questioned as he pulled her close again, resuming to litter her neck with kisses. "No one's looking anyway. They're too distracted by your beautiful art." 

He continued until he reached her favorite spot, a moan parting from her smiling lips. His hands couldn't get enough of her, feeling her up as if it was the first time. Kiara's eyes fluttered shut, biting back moans that wanted to escape her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Taehyung," she whined again, partially out of want. It started to feel so good that the world began to melt away. "Someone will see."

Someone cleared their throat. "That's true."

Kiara's eyes shot open, quickly pushing the man in the midst of giving her a hickey off of her. He groaned as his back hit the pillar wall while she turned around. Her cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassment promptly replacing the arousal. She saw familiar ice-blue eyes playfully glaring at her. The petite woman pushed her long, ginger hair off her shoulders as she cocked an eyebrow at the two—disapproval flooding her features.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Hello, Aimee," he said, greeting the woman for both of them.

Aimee huffed, glancing at the man. "Taehyung."

He stood up from the wall, kissing Kiara's temple. "Lemme get us something to drink." He shot one last glare to Aimee before walking off.

Aimee shook her head. "I don't know how you put up with him and all the PDA." She grumbled, her heavy New Jersey accent ringing through Kiara's ears while she glared a hole into the back of Taehyung's head.

Kiara straightened out the smooth material of her dress. "You get used to it," she smiled softly to herself. "Plus, I kinda like it."

"Ugh," Aimee rolled her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest. "Seems like he'd fuck ya right there with an audience." The girl pointed her index finger to her open mouth, making a gagging sound while Kiara laughed.

"You're so dramatic," Kiara smiled while shaking her head. "But what's up? Is everything going OK?" Aimee was at every event Kiara held. She was her art dealer, providing guests with the information needed to purchase a piece. She would only come up to the artist if something were awry.

"Oh! Everything is fucking fantastic, honestly." Her eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her heels. "I think this might be your best collection yet."

Kiara sighed in relief, placing her hand on her chest as it fell. "Thank you. If we can get everything sold tonight, I'll be set." Aimee looked at the girl, her brows furrowing momentarily before releasing. "Taehyung and I have been looking for a bigger place."

Aimee's lips turned down into a slight frown. "A bigger house? Has he even talked about getting a ring yet?"

Kiara's shoulders dropped, her hand pinching and rubbing at her fingers. She sounded just like her best friends and every other friend in Kiara's life. "I know," she sighed. She glanced down at her left hand, where her ring finger was aching to be adorned with something. "It's so backward, but a one-bedroom isn't enough. He needs an office space for work. So, I'm hoping the ring will come soon after once we settle into a new place."

She looked at the girl, a sad smile replacing her frown. "Well, it's only been four years, right?"

Only. That word ran circles in Kiara's head. 

It's only been for years. 

You've only just moved in with each other. 

You've only just started dating.

The word was growing tiresome, especially in the conversations about Taehyung. Everyone had an opinion about her and her relationship, but no one dared to say anything straightforward about it. She was sick of only.

Kiara nodded slowly, which only caused Aimee to sigh. "He'll come around, doll, don't stress it." She assured with a soft smile, gently patting the woman's shoulder. "Lemme get back to my job so you can get that house." After Kiara gave Aimee a small smile, she walked off. She almost bumped into Taehyung on the way out, the two quietly cursing at each other before continuing their path.

He returned to Kiara with a smile, handing her a glass of champagne. "All good news?"

She grinned at the man, feeling warm despite not sipping her drink yet. "Amazing news."

As the night continued, the two walked around together. They always had a hand on each other somehow, whether it was Taehyung's on the small of her back or Kiara's hand being swallowed by his. She adored this. It made her feel safe—feel wanted. He had to let everyone know she was off the market and was his. As if a shiny diamond ring resting upon her left finger wouldn't have done the same. Taehyung struck up conversations with random people, small-talking them like the extrovert he was. During each conversation, she would glance around, finding something to fill her attention while they spoke of things that didn't matter. Every time, her gaze would meet the blonde.

Their eyes lingered for longer than what was appropriate. Why was he looking at me? She thought while she fidgeted with her fingers. Or was he staring at Taehyung?

"Love," she said as she turned her gaze to Taehyung. He has just finished up a conversation with an elderly couple. "How long have you known Jimin?"

"We grew up together, and were best friends."

The girl's eyes went wide. Despite four years together, Taehyung rarely talked about anything before his college years. It was optional to dwell on past things, even though Kiara would've loved to know everything, from how he scraped his knees while learning to ride a bike to his first love.

"We even went to college together, out here," he continued. "But our crowds were completely different. He got along with the nepo babies since he basically is one, and I got along with the art kids. I remember us bumping heads quite a bit." He let out an amused chuckle.

"Oh," she frowned slightly.

"Like he didn't have to brag about going to Spain," he blurted out. "Not all of us can drop our responsibilities and take off on vacation for a year."

"A year?!" She repeated as her jaw dropped.

"Mhm, basically had his parents pay for the whole trip." There was a fire behind his words. He's been tight-lipped about his friendship with Jimin, and finally, it felt amazing to let it out. "I'm surprised he's not rotting from the inside out."

Kiara pouted a bit, never hearing Taehyung speak so harshly about another. "Well, maybe it was a birthday gift?" The blonde couldn't be that bad, even if she got a taste of that quick-witted mouth earlier. He could've just been having a bad day after all.

"He left in March, babe, and his birthday is in October."

Her mouth formed a small o before she chewed on her lower lip gently. "So you're not gonna catch up with him?"

He looked ahead before glancing down at the girl. "I am," he said with a shrug, "I would rather hang out with a nepo baby than my coworkers." Kiara let out a half-hearted snicker as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "It would be a good opportunity to get out of the house since someone says I need to make friends."

"You do!" She looked at him, brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched. "I feel bad leaving you home every girls' night. I want to know you're having fun and not rewatching the same three movies."

"They're good movies!" He argued with a smile as the girl shot him a glare. "But I hear you," she stretched out the last syllable as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "So I will try for you, OK?"

The girl smiled, leaning up to touch their lips together briefly. "Thank you." She hoped they could work past their differences and become friends. She knew the man wanted to go out and experience things, but he longed for a set group to do that with. Sometimes, rekindling a relationship was more manageable than starting a new one.

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[missmouse43]

Jiara Ficlet #11

Word prompt: Tub (Read on AO3)

JJ and Kiara in the bathtub 🛁 Pretty straight forward.

Established couple, flirting, Jiara horny for each other (but especially Kiara)

500 words.

Enjoy 💖

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“This was a stupid idea,” JJ gripes at the dark ceiling of their bathroom, head tipped back and eyes closed in dissatisfaction.

Kiara shakes her head as she finishes tying her hair up, then leans back against the porcelain tub, squishing the mountain of bubbles behind her and sending ripples across the water's surface as she partially reclines.

“Shut up. It’s romantic.”

When Kiara first suggested they share a relaxing evening in the bath together, JJ gawked at the suggestion. But once he saw how much effort she put into it—lit candles, essential oils, a Bluetooth speaker playing soft beats in the background—he could hardly say no.

The problem was there wasn't a lot of room to stretch out. They were facing each other on opposite ends of the bathtub, with Kiara sandwiched in between JJ's awkwardly bent legs. Kiara's own knees were curled in and sticking up out of the water between them—not exactly the ideal arrangement for a taller couple.

In hindsight, they probably should have gotten in chest to back, but then Kiara wouldn't have been able to enjoy the view.

“It’s cramped," JJ argues. "There’s no fuckin’ room in this thing." He readjusts his position and ends up knocking his knee into her hip; totally not on purpose, she’s sure.

Choosing to ignore his complaints, Kiara takes a moment to admire the man sitting across from her. The way the candlelight cast dancing shadows over his handsome features. His muscular arms resting parallel on the lip of the tub and broad chest glistening and pink from the heat. Rivulets descend on a tantalizing trail between his pecs, and Kiara tracks the droplets down to his abs before they disappear into the water around his bellybutton.

He’s glorious, even with the grumpy frown; naked as the day he was born, and all hers for the taking.

Kiara shamelessly drinks in the sight of him and feels that familiar pulse of desire building within her, demanding action over words. Her fingers trace teasing patterns over his knuckles while her right foot inches in between his spread legs. Her toes brush down his inner thigh, and JJ goes perfectly still before lifting his head and amusing her greatly with a slow, deliberate stare.

"Kie," JJ warns, "I appreciate the effort, but there's not much I can do about it in this position."

Taking matters into her own hands, Kiara carefully maneuvers herself in the tub until she's straddling his lap. She runs her soapy fingers through his damp hair as JJ straightens to attention.

“Better?” Kiara asks with a cheeky little grin.

JJ pulls her in until their naked chests are flush together. She’s all warm, wet skin and slippery from the bubbles, and JJ’s throat bobs involuntarily as she rubs against him.

“Definitely less stupid,” JJ caves instantly, captivated by her boldness.

"So, are you going to keep complaining? Or are you going to kiss me?”

"Option B, please."

And that’s exactly what he does.

[whowantslovergirl]

pope x reader with a stutter ??

An: I have a slight stutter but it’s rlly hard to do stuttering without it being cringy so I did my type of stutter which is just saying words when you mean different ones if that makes sense but hope y’all enjoy 😍😍 y’all are sluts for pope AND I LOVE IT and was i watching the scream ans saw franchise while making this? yes.

Scream or Saw?

Pope Heyward x reader (gender not specified)

warnings: cursing, established relationships and that’s literally it 🤪 hope you enjoy my lovers 💖 btw this one shorter than usual 🤧

outer banks master list

Summary: Pope and Y/N argue which franchise is better

posted: May 12,2023

“Scream is better!” You and Pope were arguing over which franchise was well put together. Scream or Saw? You think Scream but your delusional boyfriend thinks Saw. “Saw has better plot than a masked killer. It’s better written.” Pope says while using his hands.

“No because it can- sorry I mean it- fuck sorry.” You hate when you start stuttering, you had it ever since you were a child. Pope grabbed your hand and put it in his. “It’s fine Y/N just imagine the sentence in your head.” You smile and nod.

“It can leave you guessing and at least it’s not a tiny doll who is doing it.” You said kinda fast but he still understood what you said.

“Well it’s not just a doll if you really think about it the people who are going through it are the real villains. And at least his motive is good!”

“Oh yeah! ‘Let me punish ba- bad people!” You said making fun of saw.

“At least his isn’t blaming the movies!”

“Don’t ever disrespect Mickey and Char- Charlie!” How dare he disrespect your favorite characters.

“Well at least Scream killers are hot.” He went silent.

You got him there.

“Fine we’re going to ask everyone else.” Pope said so he can get everyone else’s opinion.

You guys went outside and everyone turned to you guys.

“Hey guys Pope and I have a little disagreement. Which franchise is better Saw or Scream?”

“I like the It franchise more than both.” John b said.

“That wasn’t the ques- question!” He jumped back at your outburst.

“I like Scream more.” JJ and Sarah said.

“Oh yeah me too.” Kiara added.

“Ha! I got three! And you got none!” You did a mini celebratory dance. He just shook his head in defeat.

Scream is way better than Saw.

An: YALL IM BACKKKKK and I passed all my tests im just that good but until i post again my lovers 🤍 *hint: shock*

[yagirlwrites]

A yagirlwrites Masterlist

Hiiiiiii!! So excited for this chapter of yagirlwrites! Finally a masterlist! A bit about me - I love Rafe Cameron, sunsets, the sea, a good burger and my wonderful wonderful tumblr besties! Always happy to chat about whatever, especially our fav boy 🥰 This is a simp page!

I have a few fics out and about and I'm finally giving them a home where they can all be found if anyone is interested!

Warning: my work is intended for a mature audience (18+)

My work:

The Sounds of a Good Boy

Pairing: sub! Rafe Cameron x Reader (my very first fic💖)

Summary: Rafe meets a girl who makes him question everything he thought he knew about himself. He allows himself to submit for the first time and a whole new world of pleasure is opened up to him.

Wild Summer

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader (main), JJ Maybank x Reader, Kiara Carrera x Reader (maybe a few others🤫)

Synopsis: A new girl makes an appearance on the island, determined to have a Wild Summer before returning to her life and responsibilities. On the first night she meets Rafe and what she expected to be just a night of fun ends up complicated when emotions get involved. She's in denial, having her fun with other people while Rafe attempts to make her admit her feelings.

(Not) My Baby

Pairing: college! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsys: A College!AU Rafe Cameron. Enemies to lovers trope. A wedding date needed and a desperate Rafe willing to do whatever it takes to get his way. A fake dating trope. What more can we want, right?

[jonquilyst]

I will be partaking in the Adopt Summer challenge by @powersocial! For the first prompt about family types, I got LGBT, so I made this lovely couple who will be raising Summer 💖 Kiara Gupta (left) is a nurse who has dreamed of raising a child for many years, while her wife Emily Tran (right) is an ambitious gardener who loves to read (as you can see here).

I'll be doing this on the side of TDS, but when Summer is a young adult, I will post again explaining how her personality developed under the guardianship of Kiara and Emily, from infanthood to her young adult self!

[enmi-land]

hi dia !!👋i feel like it’s been so long since I’ve talked to you as anon

i just imagined that what if Mila was an idol but the boys aren’t like they’re her back up dancers or hairstylist or a staff like non idol enha it will be like a (idk what boyfriends x popular girlfriend )trope

Idk about Kiara maybe she’s an idol with Mila or a staff member with enhypen OMG she could be yoenjun’s makeup artist yk I hope u like the idea and I know there is ALOT of request and really hope ur not rushing yourself LOVE UUUU💕🤍😘💖🫶

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OMGGG THATS so cute and also funny bc I originally had another au fic planned alongside fate and criminal love, where mila is actually a solo idol, and the boys are all in the industry 🌸✨✨

heeseung as the songwriter who is known to be picky about which artists he works with, because he wants nothing less than the best to sing his songs. one day he’s part of the judging panel for the selection of which trainees to debut, and when he hears mila sing for the first time, he just falls in love with her voice, ✨✨✨

jay as the one who disovers mila in the first place… like he’s not a scout, but he works super high up in the chain, and probs the son of the company founder, so when he sees mila performing he’s instantly like “we must have this girl” and is basically the one who pushes her debut the most 🫣🫣

sunghoon and jake as modelling best friends under the same label, who run into mila during on her schedules at a fashion event and help her feel more comfortable. plus making her flustered with their “good cop, bad cop” approach at flirting 🤭🤭

sunoo as an actor who she has to work with when she gets a minor role in one of his dramas where he’s the lead… and the two going viral for their chemistry, leading to them forming a friendships off stage 🌸🌸

jungwon as the bodyguard who will literally kill to keep her safe, like no one goes near her without his say so and he will not hesitate to throw hands if anyone tries to pull something. definitely goes viral bc of their drama worthy moments together 😆

niki as a backup dancer who gets to work with her during her new song and probably ends up debuting himself afterwards bc she inspired him to be an idol, and they probably go on a reality show together where fans start to ship them bc he admits to his crush on her✨✨✨

but yeah, I can defs see kiara as being her manager or smth, and her stressing whenever she feels like a scandal is going to happen but also lowkey shipping everyone ✨✨ but then one time while accompanying mila to an event, she bumps into Yeonjun, and they hit it off, giving mila the chance to play wingwoman for once bc her hardworking manager deserves some romance too 🌸🌸💖💖

it lwokey gives otome game vibes 🤭🤭 but j mean, the same applies with the original sooooo 😆😆😆 but thank you for this!! it was rlly cute and I like the idea hehe 💟💟💟

[akihikosanada]

kiara i’m playing p3r and i just understood ur url omg akihiko is THAT GIRL! and yuko on top always

HIIII JIYA 💖💖💖💖

akihiko my beloved he's a permanent member in my party‼️‼️‼️

ok i'll be honest i have p3r but i never finished BUT I WILL‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ i remember the minimum of the makoto exclusive social links but yuko IS that girl fr....

jiya now that i have you here playing p3r i need to drop my p3p propaganda on you i'm ackshually not a p3 girl i'm a p3p girl because i'd literally die for femc and her game idc if her game is in vn format or if it has 2009 graphics it's still the superior version‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

i won't spoil the differences or anything and you seem to be pretty early into the game too but prommy you will play p3p once you're done i'll literally never shut up about it you can get it online for free or whenever there's a sale on steam for literally nothing bc atlus doesn't gaf about her. also you are still yuko's bestie in the femc route so 🙏🙏🙏🙏

there's a mod going on rn trying to have femc in reload and there is such good progress being made i'm so happy to be able to help they are so talented 💖💖💖💖💖 if they are ever able to include her exclusive social links it will literally be over for everyone

[14dayswithyou]

This Angel has another question! \o (and not just about Conan this time, I promise) As a follow-ish to this post (https://14dayswithyou.tumblr.com/post/698898007154917376/what-would-all-the-other-characters-be-like-if) , what would Kiara, Conan, Jae, and Olivia be like as yanderes?

✦゜ANSWERED: Typing this on my phone so da formatting will be terrible (and not proofread)... Sowwie!! >.<

Kiara... Weirdly enough, I can't see her as a yandere? If anything, she'd be obsessed with the thought of making you her muse; dressing you up in the finest materials, showing you off for the world to see, and revelling in making others jealous because they don't have a model as beautiful as you. She wants her pretty little wife to be plastered on all the front pages of magazines, wearing silk, velvet, and lace, and living the life of luxury that they rightfully deserve — even if it means getting rid of the competition by... alternative means. So long as your hands stay clean and pure, Kiara is willing to do everything she can to make you — and only you — shine the brightest.

Jae would be a yandere with a (non-sexual) owner/pet dynamic. Rather than a boyfriend, he'll see you as his helpless, incompetent pet. He'll keep you locked up in a cage for his own personal enjoyment, and only bring you out to play with whenever he's feeling bored or lonely. But don't worry, Jae would make a great owner! He'll feed you, bathe you, and take care of you with the utmost gentility — but if you bite the hand that feeds you, then he'll lock you away from the rest of the world and keep you there until you start to feel the separation anxiety kick in.

Conan would be very much a Glenn Arias (from RE: Vendetta) kind of yandere, wherein he'd try to make Angel resemble as much of his deceased wife as possible. He'd make them wear her perfume, style their hair and clothes the same way, and copy her speech pattern and mannerisms — all before realising that he genuinely liked them better as they were before he went and destroyed them. Now Angel has Conan in the palm of their hands as he begs and pleads them for forgiveness hehe :3c

Olivia would be your typical obsessive lover who'd follow you anywhere, even in death. Her love for you is so strong that she's willing to look for you in every lifetime... and do whatever it takes to be with you if you don't happen to exist in the same timeline as her. She'll rip apart worlds and shatter reality if it means finding a way to get to her beloved.

There's... actually a lot more going on behind the scenes regarding Olivia and her overall importance (like... no one has questioned the fact that she's the only character who can die on the same day you meet them???? /silly), so I can't really elaborate more on this one ^^;

[night-triumphantt]

Romance asks you say? Djskaksksjd Give me 1,2 and 15 for kiyazan and 16,20,31 for daemon and karima 😌🫶

Low key this got long but I could probably write more (also a note I would love to hear the partners of the blorbos thoughts more too fjskdjsk)

Oc romance asks!

Kiyazan: 💖💖

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

Low key it’s cheesy but like, him as an entire person, Yazan is Kiaras best friend, he matches her energy in so many ways, there is no one else she would rather spend time with, I don’t think she could pick one thing, he just has to be his whole self nd she loves him for it. They’ve known each another so long she wouldn’t be able to give you a specific thing, drew her in by being his funny dramatic self lol.

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI? 

Fjskdjsks ok, so I feel like for younger Kiara I don’t know if she’d know it was love per say at first bc there was always love it just,,, shifted a bit, she started being just a bit more aware of how close they were sitting, or found herself wanting to hold hands but she’s nervous about it now where she might not have thought that much of it previously and just like, eventually she realized it was a romantic kind of love too. It definitely clicked though in a very mundane moment where they were hanging out as usual and they’re talking and he does something stupid. Omg actually, it 100% might’ve been when he drew a lil hilighter mark on her when the teacher said to hilight the most important things. Or also a moment of him being excited to show her something like, a new drum piece he’s been working on. Either way absolutely something mundane where it just clicked in her brain in that moment fjskdjsk and she just, never stopped loving him after that so I actually can’t say there’s a realization when they’re older. But there is this sort of resurgence bc I think for a bit it’s just overshadowed by ‘I’m so happy to have you back’. The love is still, *there* though 100% and once it takes the forefront again the fear also settles and becomes ‘oh god I love him but what if I say something and lose him again’ which, fjskdjsks, and that probably just happens as they fall back into being around each other/talking a lot again.

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

Kiaras self image is so ?? I think her image of herself is someone who cares about others and also as someone who is maybe ‘too much’ I think it’s a fear that sits deep in her bc she just,,, feels very deeply and she’s got a abandonment issues so I feel like, together it makes her fear rejection based off her intensity of emotion. That said this is all deep down I don’t think she has spent a lot of time thinking about herself and I think if you asked her she’d be taken a little bit aback and would have to think on it. Which is definitely different how yazan sees her I think he thinks she’s kind and funny and charming and smart, actually sees her for everything she is which, I don’t think she can say about herself.

Karima and daemon:

16. Jealous at all?

Yk, this is interesting bc, I don’t think daemon is a jealous person at all really. l just don’t think that’s in him, he would step in if he felt like karima wanted him to but he’s not really,,, jealous,, I’m trying to think of situations low key 😂 yk if one of karimas exes wanted to start some beef w him I think he’d be idk if cocky is the right word but it definitely can come off that way, perhaps unbothered is a better word. But still idk if that’s jealousy fjskdjsk.

On the flip side idk how he feels ab her being jealous (if she is) it depends on what she’s like, she’s got no reason to tho I think if someone flirted w him he’d be like :L ty but I’m going to find my gf

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner

We talking ab before they met or after bc both of them definitely did a lot of growing before they were ready to be in a relationship though they didn’t necessarily do it *for* the relationship bc,,, they didn’t know eachother yet.

Daemon had to learn how to be comfortable with himself he hopped relationship to relationship when he was in his early 20s with people who weren’t necessarily the best for him. The last break up was definitely a wake up call like, I think early twenties him didn’t know who he was, constantly changed to appease the person he was with, I mean he was still daemon but it was buried. I think after his last break up he got called out by his younger brother and he also just,, felt it like ‘what am I even doing’ and then he spent a long time working on himself and figuring himself out. Also it’s kinda funny bc I think the timeline on this is like,,, he was ~25 so, incredibly humbling to be called out by your 19 year old brother too I think 😂

And you know ab Karima (she is your blorbo) and how she also went through it nd did the dating around but she was also self sabotaging in all those relationships, def dated the wrong ppl and if she was dating someone who was nice she would find issues or reasons it doesn’t work (low key i want more of ur thoughts on this bestie 🙌🏽)

31. Share anything you would like about the couple!

Anything I want 🤔😂 I will share the thoughts that have been bouncing around in my brain for them. Like I’m kinda just thinking about their crafts, I didn’t expect them to be crafty but between the crochet and the pottery/sculpting they kinda are and I think it’s very cute? Like the idea of them crocheting stuff or like working on lil projects together just gets me fr. Also them making stuff for eachothers pets 😂 a sweater for a lizard is actually hilarious and daemon would 1000% make one.

Also daemon dropping lunch off for her while she’s at work can be something so personal, helps her grade assignments or something while he’s at it. Low key these two would be great parents but they just ended up being around kids in other ways 😂 being aunt/uncle or just teaching them fjskdjsk 100/10 anyway I’ll get off my soapbox.

I’ll just add that if u want to pls tell me the other blorbos perspectives im so curious fjskdjsk

[brizzlovesyou]

im bringing talk shop tuesday to obx bc why not SO. what is your favorite excerpt you’ve written & why 😘

THIS IS SO FUN omg thank you for forcing me to actually look in my docs for the first time in a thousand years 😭 the below excerpt is from the missing moments day from last jiara week.

it's my fav for a couple reasons. 1) because when i first worked on that fic, i hated it so much that i was convinced it would never see the light of day and 2) because from an author standpoint, this little section is basically the thesis statement for the entire fic and i think it's rare that i'm actually able to distill/condense something down like that. it's set after the bike crash in 3x05 and HEAVILY inspired by lizzy mcalpine's reckless driver and i really wanted to highlight the different ways that jj and kie approach and show love.

It’s scaring her, how JJ seems to think the only way he can help the Pogues is being the sacrificial bait. It’s always been part of his DNA but lately, it’s like he’s physically unable to stop. And Kiara doesn’t understand it because she would do anything to keep him safe.  She kept him from drowning, fought to keep him above the surface whether it was the unknown depths of the Atlantic or the equally troubling waters of his own mind. It was all the same to her - the risk, the reward. She cares enough to keep him safe, to yell at him about the stupid chances he takes. She loves him enough to pull him away from the edge. JJ, though? He’s bold, reckless. He’d set himself on fire to keep the Pogues warm, to keep any of them from even wondering what it was like to be cold. And she’s terrified for the day he burns too bright, when his wax-coated wings fly too close to the sun. Kiara’s wondered, plenty of times, why the fuck he’s like this. Never takes her long to come to the same conclusion: that her best friend has only ever known extremes, that he has no semblance of middle ground or a soft place to land, that he thinks love is supposed to hurt.  But she can know all this and still hate it.

shameless plug: you can find the rest of the fic here 💖

[lizzybeth1986]

HC: The Wedding of Duchesses Kiara Thorne and Hana Lee

(Note: I'd done a shorter HC list of this last HLAW, but really wanted to dive in and explore more questions this time!! You can find the OC wedding asks here and here! I managed to do a few questions from each 💖💖)

How old were they when they got married?

Kiara was around 28, and Hana would turn 27 that year.

How long were they together before their engagement?

A little over six months. Their relationship began perhaps a week or two before Liam and Esther's wedding. They were going to keep it secret...but when Kiara feared almost losing Hana in the battle with Anton and saw her return, she uncharacteristically made their relationship public in a mad rush of relief. They were together and publicly recognised as a couple for six months before the proposal.

Who proposed and how?

...one of my projects for HLAW is their proposal fic 🤓🤓 So I'm not going to say much here except...both?

How long was the engagement?

Around three months.

Where was the wedding?

It was in a basillica at Castelserraillan. A Chinese wedding ceremony was done two days after...but I still need to finalize all the details of that!

They also had a "red string of fate" ceremony a week later, which is very popular among couples in Hana's duchy Krysanthe. The latter ceremony's significance is that it's believed that "the two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break." (the belief can be found in a lot of East Asian cultures but the origin seems to be Chinese).

Who was invited?

Everyone except Madeleine and Drake. Thankfully around that time news seemed to be coming out that the House Amaranth finances were no longer what they used to be, and suspicions started emerging about Godfrey's role in Queen Eleanor's death. It would take a year and a half for that investigation to finally become conclusive, but public opinion had already begun to shift pretty drastically about the family.

Kiara would have not allowed anyone to invite Madeleine regardless - for Hana's sake and for her own sanity.

It is an unspoken agreement among everyone in the group - including Drake - that he cannot attend Hana and Kiara's wedding ceremony. Hana knows he wishes them well, but is also respecting the boundaries Kiara needs to keep in place after his behaviour during the Unity Tour. He buys a wedding gift and keeps it safe, in the possibility that maybe one day they will reach a space where they feel safe enough around him to accept it. It's a risk - because the day may never come - but he does want to be ready in case it does.

Colours/Theme?

Orange and hot pink. It's a popular combination at the time, plus it represents a whole numbers of things.

Pink is Hana's favourite colour and the colour of the barony she originated from. Also...pink was an overarching theme in all the 200 Pinstop boards that Kiara insisted on seeing after Hana inadvertently let that detail slip.

Orange is primarily a nod to the orange blossom, Kiara's favourite flower. But it is also the predominant colour of the Krysanthan ducal sigil: the monarch butterfly.

Bridesmaids/Groomsmen?

Esther was the matron of honour (obviously), and Maxwell was part of Hana's bridal party...but Hana's cousin Chūntáo, and her friend Doralis too (Esther's friend who Hana had a friendly chat in NY with during Engagement Tour, and they became really good friends over the course of the year).

On Kiara's side was Ezekiel, Rashad (her father and his mother had been good friends), her cousin Céleste and a male cousin from her dad's side of the family who I haven't sketched out yet. Kiara's old friend King Liam could have been part of her bridal party but he was their officiant instead 🤗

Big Wedding or Small?

I'd say somewhere in the middle? It wasn't as grand or large-scale as Liam and Esther's...but they were still Duchesses, Kiara was part of a Great House, and they had gained a lot of popularity in the 9 months before their wedding. They got featured in pretty much every prominent magazine in the country.

Wedding Planner?

Carmen! She came in highly recommended by Liam and his brother Leo, and Joëlle especially adored her on sight. Kiara brought her in because honestly Carmen always came prepared with multiple options, and she knew they'd need someone who would center Hana's vision in this while ensuring Kiara got certain things she wanted too - otherwise she knew Hana would worry about being selfish.

Bachelorette Parties?

Officially, there was one joint bachelorette organized by Queen Esther. Kiara and Hana were very emphatic it should happen at a very popular nightclub in Castel. That club is very special to both of them: on her first ever visit to Castel, Kiara took her out there to have a taste of what their community was like. They had loads of fun, including a chocolate fondue party that Esther arranged with Hana's consent (she didn't want to revive bad memories of Madeleine, so she changed a lot of things but still made sure it had everything Hana would love). Hana later found that part one of the best parts of the bachelorette 🤓

The day before that, Kiara took Hana to a fun fair, where there were stalls full of games and cute prizes. Hana won herself several soft toys that day, but her favourite one - a cat she would later name Mr. Bingley - was won for her by Kiara. Hana somehow enjoyed that a lot more.

(Did Kiara know about Hana growing up without toys? Yes. Was that the idea behind this trip? Hell yes)

Wedding Cake.

A deceptively simple looking white cake with pressed edible flowers on the outside, but filled with delectable chocolate ganache on the inside ("Aw," Liam said in mock-disappointment - I'm nicking a headcanon from @cassiopeiacorvus here 😄). I would say that there were red wine chocolate truffles atop the cake as well, and this was also one of the desserts served at the wedding.

Flowers

It was a fall wedding, and this was Hana's bouquet:

There were also pink and orange flowers at the tables, depending on the colour of the tablecloth (which also be either pink or orange. Pink flowers/orange table, orange flowers/pink table)

Dresses.

Kiara wears a lace jumpsuit with a train, and also wears a heart necklace that Hana had gifted her before the wedding. Hana wears a blush pink qipao, with plum blossom detailing on the dress and especially down the back. You can see both on the moodboard.

Both Kiara and Hana represented their duchies with their jewellery. Kiara's had elements of lapis lazuli, considered a very significant stone in Castelserraillan (as it symbolises wisdom), and Hana's jewellery was an amalgamation of both Krysanthe's and Bethulia's favoured stones - amethyst (symbolizing healing, as the duchy was famed for its excellence in medicine) and pink diamonds (which could only be found in Bethulia).

Traditions Important to Them

From Kiara's side, it was the henna party two nights before the wedding. Hana got to meet most of Kiara's family, esp her cousins from Fes, during this ceremony, and the henna was done in Moroccan design. The first initial of their spouse was sneaked into the designs (H for Kiara, K for Hana), and most of the girls giggled about how they wouldn't be allowed to enjoy their wedding night until they'd found their initials on each others' palms. There's also a saying that the darker the colour of your henna, the deeper the love...and unsurprisingly, the henna was very, very dark on both hands 🤗

They had a Chinese ceremony a few days later, for which Hana and Kiara had their hair combing ceremony (Hakim and Joëlle found out the details beforehand and consulted Xīnghǎi and Lorelai about the arrangements, with a trusted person they knew from China guiding them). Hana and Kiara ate glutinous rice balls later as per custom.

(Details for what that looks like here)

Who Walked Down The Aisle, And With Whom?

It was Hana...and with her father. They'd made tentative peace by then. Kiara stood at the altar.

Their Favourite Memory of The Day

Hana’s favourite moment at the wedding was doing the Cordonian Waltz with Kiara. It felt full circle to her…this was the first dance her mother taught her, and she was dancing it now with her new bride.

Kiara’s favourite moment was at the dinner, with all the opportunities she got to personally feed Hana. At Liam’s wedding reception almost a year before (ironically Hana and Kiara’s relationship went public that very night), they could only touch each other in secret; now she could be as free about her love as she wanted and no one would stop them.

Catching the Bouquet

Doralis, Esther's former roommate! Hana wound up catching the bouquet at Esther's wedding, and Doralis, who was seriously considering proposing to her girlfriend at the time, caught it at Hana's.

Honeymoon

They rent a villa at Mauritius for their honeymoon, see the Seven Coloured Earth at Chamarel Village, bet on winning horses at Champ de Mars (again, Kiara wins), and enjoy the best of French, Creole, Indian and Chinese cuisine.

On Hana’s request, the couple also go a couple months later to China, to celebrate Qi Xi (most popularly known as “Chinese Valentine’s”) for the first time as a married woman. Kiara loves stargazing, so a lot of their time during the festival goes in that 🤩

[clumsy-jiminie]

ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ | ᴘᴊᴍ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ

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↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 4.7k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, questionable yoga poses, sexual fantasying, intimacy

↣ notes :: :) surprise :) the amount of sexual tension in this chapter makes me wanna smush their faces together and yell KISS ALREADY also JIN IS BACK JIN IS HOME WORLD WIDE HANDSOME HAS RETURNED 🥳 I was so happy to see our king of chaos return and spend some time with the rest of the boys!

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"you're watching, I feel it. I know I shouldn't stare. I picture your hands on me. I think I wanna let it happen."

-liar, camilla cabello-

Amber eyes met with chocolate irises. After staring at each other with a widened gaze of disbelief, both pairs respectfully narrowed at each other.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Kiara dropped whatever stretch she was about to do, turning to face the blonde man who seemed equally, if not more, annoyed than the girl.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She whispered harshly so she wouldn't cause a scene.

Jimin couldn't help but tilt his head to the side curiously, switching arms to stretch the other one out. "I thought it was pretty obvious."

Her eyes burned a hole into him. "No shit! I meant here, at this studio, when there are hundreds, if not thousands, of other ones!"

The man shrugged, "This one was in the area. Technically, I should be asking you what you're doing here. Aren't you supposed to be in Long Island?"

Kiara opened her mouth and prepared for a slick response, but the words died on her tongue. He had a point, but she wouldn't let him know. All she wanted was to relax; with everything else going on in her life, this was the one place guaranteed to provide some tranquillity. But now that was tainted by the blonde's mere existence.

It was like the universe was playing some sick joke on the woman, interweaving her life with someone as insufferable as him. Her existence became a reality TV show for the gods above and below, making Kiara and Jimin the main characters. 

"What happened to your hair?" Jimin asked suddenly, filling the air of silence that grew between them. He had only checked out the woman because her hair caught his attention. So curly, wild, and free—he liked it, but it was Kiara's, so he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to pull on her curls strand by strand to watch them recoil back to the loose spring. Plus, Kiara had straight hair—she always had straight hair—she couldn't just suddenly change it on him.

"Fuck off," she quipped while she placed her hands on her hips for a moment. Kiara didn't wear her hair curly for this exact reason; someone always had something to say about it. Whether it was white women and children reaching out to touch it without her permission, black men insisting she was anything other than black when trying to talk to her, and random Hispanic people speaking straight Spanish to her as if she understood. Kiara didn't like the attention it brought her. That's why she kept it straight. The only thing people would do was compliment her hair. The less attention, the better.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, trying to find the calmness she once had before Park Jimin had entered. If she couldn't, she would hightail it out of here and back to Little Latte to give Jeongguk an earful. She knew she should've stayed at his place and made his bed into a lovely, comfy depression nest. An overwhelming feeling sat in her gut as soon as Jeongguk mentioned the outside world. 

"Was it on purpose? Like you meant to walk outside like that?" Jimin started to lean side to side casually, hiding the smirk that desperately wanted to form on his lips. 

Kiara glared at the blonde, her fiery gaze meeting his playful one. So he thinks this is a joke? "Fuck you and ya motha."

"Oooh," Jimin chuckled, hiding his attraction to her accent. It was the first time he heard it so prominently. Did she know she had a voice that deserved to be in porn? He could listen to just her speaking with no direction at all and get off. "Insulting people's mother's now? Someone's a little feisty."

"You're right," she stepped off her mat and bent over, beginning to roll it up. Jimin's eyes lingered over the woman for more than what was appropriate. "Your mother is probably a wonderful lady. I bet she tried everything for you not to grow up a pretentious asshole, but unfortunately," she grabbed her mat and water bottle, "some thing's can't be helped."

Jimin's upper lip twitched, threatening to curl from the bold assumption that his mother was anything excellent. He should’ve told her off—let her know just how painfully wrong she was—but that little smirk playing on her lips stole the words from his tongue. All he could do was sigh deeply, exhaling all the words he wanted to say as he stared into those eyes of gold that threatened him as much as his own. Just as she stepped away from him, assuming the woman was going to leave so they both could have peace, a door opened. The duo turned their head towards the noise that interrupted their tension.

"Good morning, my blessed rays of sunshine and daring rainbows!" A short girl with wavy dark brown hair walked in, followed by a tall man with deep skin. With the amount of pep in her step, one would think she was skipping. She made her way to the front of the room, standing before the mirror on top of a mat. The woman was very petite, standing at 4'10 at most. In contrast, the man beside her had to be at least 6 feet tall. It was an odd couple, but Kiara didn't care as much as she wondered why there were two instructors instead of one.

The woman smiled brightly at the room as the chatting people from earlier slowly started to join the center. "It's an honor to have you join us for this couples class."

The duo's eyes widened with disbelief before releasing an aspirated sigh. "Ah, shit," they mumbled as they looked around the room. Everyone had a partner beside them, leaving them as the only pair. 

"Today's class is designed for you and your partner to sync until you are one."

Kiara quickly raised her hand, promptly grabbing the instructors' attention. They nodded towards her, prompting her to speak. "What if you don't have a partner?"

The room erupted in tiny giggles like she said a joke, but Kiara's face remained unchanged. She stared at the two instructors, jaw clenched with an unamused expression spread amongst her features. She folded her arms over her chest, waiting for whatever response the two would conjure up.

"Oh, you were serious?" The man asked before Kiara nodded. He pursed his lips briefly before his eyes landed on the man beside her. Jimin looked at Kiara, wondering where she expected this route to lead her. It was only until the overwhelming feeling of someone staring at you that he pulled his gaze away from the girl and looked at the male instructor. "Do you have a partner?"

The blonde's eyes went wide before he cleared his throat. "Well, no, but—"

"Ah! So problem solved!" The male grinned before looking off at the rest of the class.

"No!" Kiara's voice pipped up before the female instructor could speak. "Problem not solved! Problem far from solved!"

"You're welcome to walk out," the short woman stated. She stared at the other woman, her warm blue eyes freezing over suddenly. That didn't stop Kiara from bending over again, preparing to gather her things until the woman's voice cut through the air. "But we don't offer refunds here."

Kiara stopped and froze, debating for a moment before slowly standing up. She had to dip into her savings fund to pay for this class, and she didn't want to waste money she shouldn't have been spending in the first place. Her shoulders dropped in defeat as she realized she was not only going to be stuck in the same room with Park Jimin, sober, for a whole hour, but now she was also to be his partner.

"Problem solved?" The female instructor asked with a tone of impatience lingering behind her words. Kiara nodded silently. The woman's eyes then traveled to Jimin, who met her gaze with a glare. She raised a questioning brow, tempting him to take a chance and try her also. And Jimin would've. He didn't need the money, nor cared so much for the class. He could've left, found another class at a neighboring yoga studio, and pretended he never ran into Ms. Kiara. But that was the issue. All it took was one glance at the woman who seemed to shrink into herself from embarrassment.

Jimin tilted his head back as he shut his eyes, letting out a small sigh of defeat. He placed his hands on his hips, gathering all the positive energy lingering in his system. He looked at the instructor once more, offering her his charming smile. "Problem solved."

The instructors seemed pleased, going on to resume their introduction to the class. Kiara found herself slowly shuffling towards Jimin. She leaned in subtly towards him. "Just so you know," she whispered, "I'm going to hate every second of this."

Jimin stifled back a dry scoff. "Likewise."

After the introduction, the instructors started the class with a simple breathing exercise. They demonstrated the position, causing Kiara's eyes to widen before she glanced at the blonde man beside her, who did not react. Soon, everyone, including Jimin and Kiara, got onto their mats and copied their position.

Kiara stared at Jimin while he avoided her gaze completely before cautiously sliding into his lap. The instructor pulled the shades on the window down, blocking out the natural sunlight before dimming the fluorescent lights. Speakers quietly played calm notes of guitar strings plucking and wind instruments. Despite the elements around them, the duo was anything but relaxed. Kiara tensed at the feeling of Jimin's hands on her back while hers wrapped around his neck loosely. Jimin tried to steady his breathing, praying that she couldn't feel how fast his heart was beating. They don't like each other; they haven't liked each other for months, so why did he need to feel close to her?

Kiara inhaled deeply, letting her eyes shut as her breathing began to sync with Jimin's. It was fast at first and slightly concerning until her fingers absentmindedly found the little hairs on his nape. He seemed to relax at the feeling of her fingertips stroking his hair. For the first time today, Kiara felt some sort of peace.

She wanted to pretend it was Taehyung's arms wrapped around her. She wanted to pretend it was his hands gently rubbing against her cool skin, warming her. She wanted to pretend it was his incredibly addictive scent she was breathing in. The sweet smell of citrus and pineapple colliding with a slight spice of black pepper and juniper berries with a heavy hint of vanilla lingering in the background was comforting. Disrespectfully intoxicating. Soothing. She wanted to pretend, but she couldn't.

All of his qualities were opposite of Jimin's.

Taehyung was naturally rougher and more dominating. Slow moments like this didn't come often, and if they did, it would always end with a hand on her ass or boob, groping her and telling her how horny he is. Sometimes, she just wanted to be held, to feel skin against hers in the most innocent ways. She didn't want her body to only be touched for someone else's pleasure. 

Her boyfriend also smelled like a teenager who put on too much axe body spray. Kiara preferred something sweeter, more inviting, and easier on the nose, while Taehyung wanted people to smell him before he entered the room. His colognes contained more notes of cedar woods, bergamot, and various citruses—powerful and entirely too much for Kiara. Maybe that's why she found herself snuggling closer to Jimin, her nose pressing against the crook of his neck, causing the area to tense from her simple touch.

"Someone's close," Jimin whispered lowly, causing a pleasant chill to run down her spine. She didn't know his voice could get deeper, and it was a dangerous ability for him to have. His silk voice was already soothing on the ears, but this made it far more enjoyable.

"That's the whole point of the exercise," she mumbled, subconsciously pushing her body against his.

Jimin inhaled sharply, her curls tickling the tip of his nose. He couldn't slow his heart. He couldn't stop his mind, not while she was this close to him. All he could think about was how divine she smelled—a delicate mix of berries with hints of whipped vanilla. Sweetness seemed to be her signature, which he didn't mind. He just ran his fingers up and down her spine, instinctively pulling her closer by her hips. The woman couldn't help the gasp that escaped from her lips as her fingertips gripped his black shirt.

Kiara shouldn't be enjoying this. It was wrong on so many levels. Still, she couldn't help but let her eyes flutter close as she melted into his embrace. She imagined a world where the events leading to their distaste for each other didn't occur. A world where Jimin met her before Taehyung. A world where his gentle touch was normalized, yet still made goosebumps arise on her skin as if it was foreign.

The instructor's voice cut through their moment of peace, placing them back in the reality where they disliked each other. Their separation was slow, almost as if their bodies were rejecting the idea of it. Kiara's eyes met Jimin's briefly before she slid onto the floor and to the space beside him. 

The class continued with some regular solo poses before another couple exercise. Kiara sighed deeply, dreading the moment she had to feel Jimin's hands against her skin. This is what she should be feeling, right? Then why did it feel forced?

The class watched as the male instructor demonstrated the pose. It was relatively easy, like the first one, yet Kiara's face flushed with heat. This class was truly meant for couples. She wondered if Taehyung would be interested in attending one with her, but she already knew his answer would be no. The activity was too boring, and with the closeness he would convince them to ditch and never return.

"You nervous or something?" Jimin whispered, sounding almost genuine as he pulled her from her thoughts.

"No!" She snapped at him quietly.

His brows furrowed as he gestured towards the space in front of him. "Then get in position." His tone matched hers without a second thought. 

The woman glared at him despite being the one to start the trouble. Regardless, she did as she was told and stood before him. Sweat began to form in the palms of her hands as she felt his hand rest on her hip. She took a deep breath, slowly bending forward as the hand resting in the middle of her back guided her. She grasped her toes between her fingers while keeping her knees straight, causing the back of her legs to stretch. Typically, this was a very relaxing pose, and she usually would've gone a step further and wrapped her arms around her calves, almost pulling her head between her legs. Jimin's presence was a distraction—too significant not to notice—stopping her from stretching further. He wasn't doing much, but his hands gently persuaded her to continue the stretch by applying light pressure on her back while her other hand firmly kept her in place to ensure she didn't lose balance. It caused her face to flush, the feeling of his hands so gentle yet so commanding.

Curiosity flooded Kiara's mind briefly, leading her to glance at the mirror before them. And god, she wished she hadn't. It was enough that she found Jimin attractive—you'd have to be blind to say he wasn't—but with his dark eyes peering over her frame as he stood directly behind her and his brows somewhat furrowed with his head tilted to the side a bit, Kiara was surprised she didn't turn bright red at the sight. Her mind strolled to a dark area, wondering if this were the picture an onlooker would see if he was fucking her from behind. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she quickly looked away. She cursed at herself softly, knowing that specific scene would plague her thoughts for the next few nights.

Jimin inhaled deeply, trying to convince himself to remain calm. She was such a sight to see already, but bent over? It took every ounce of concentration he had not to allow blood to run opposite from his head. Despite wanting to fill the gap between them and press his hips against the woman, he stayed frozen in place. You know better, rang through his head like a mantra. Curse this class for being so sexually charged, as if couples couldn't also mean a pair of friends who like yoga as well. It felt as if the instructors were punishing the duo for speaking up against them. Although, he was pleasantly surprised with how flexible the woman was. He prayed for the moment when the instructors called for a new position, not wanting to deal with this level of torture any longer. And when they finally did, he only removed his hand from her back, allowing her to return to an upright position slowly. He watched Kiara through lowered lids. Why did it seem as if everything she did was purposely seductive? It was like the girl had lust running through her system, expressed through the way she moved and spoke. Jimin didn't back off until he got a face full of her sweet fragrance.

Kiara swiftly returned to her mat. She unzipped her hoodie, feeling as if the area just went up 20 degrees. The woman rid herself of the black fabric, leaving her in a cropped white camisole. She used her hand to fan herself, hoping that the lack of clothing and the cool air would allow her face to return to its usual shade. Jimin glanced at the girl, subtly doing a double take as her chest barely moved up and down to accommodate her breathing. He stared ahead, cursing himself mentally, as he felt he was just about to lose the fight between his head and dick. He made it through having the woman sit in his lap and bent over directly in front of him, but her standing in a camisole was what would do him in?

Fuck, he thought to himself as the instructors started to talk. Hopefully, the shrill voice of the fake-peppy woman could stop him at a chub so he could avoid the embarrassment. The sweatpants he decided to put on weren't necessarily boner-proof. Her curves were so noticeable, so divine, blessed by Aphrodite herself. He totally understood why Taehyung was drawn to her, but how he put up with her slick tongue every day during their relationship was beyond him.

The class resumed its regular poses once again, giving Jimin a break as he focused on his posture. Kiara couldn't help but glance at him now and again. The regular poses had them remain close, causing their limbs to brush each other occasionally. The slight touch was more than enough to cause goosebumps to rise on either party's skin. Almost touching each other should've burned. It should've made them recoil strongly like the heat of a nearing fire. Stolen glances between the two should've created flames fueled by disdain for the other.

But it didn't. For the first time since that fateful night when everything went to shit, they were coexisting. Neither decided to question it; instead, they just lived in the moment, considering it would be the last.

The instructors demonstrated another pose, prompting the duo and the rest of the class to follow. This one didn't seem as sexually charged. Jimin sat on the mat with his legs wide open, allowing Kiara to place herself between them. She leaned back into him, resting her head on the upper portion of his chest. The curly-haired woman tried her hardest to relax against him, knowing that this particular stretch could end with her pulling a very uncomfortable area if Kiara wasn't careful. She let her eyes flutter shut as she tilted her chin toward the ceiling. Her hands rested comfortably on Jimin as if this was just an everyday thing with him—like being comfortable with him was normal.

Jimin was utterly focused. Having Kiara this close to him again could cause some trouble for him. He had already proved to himself that his mind could go to that place easily regarding the woman. The blonde wished he could blame it on the lack of pleasurable activities, but that would be a lie. As Kiara sunk into him, her curls tickling the side of his neck, he reached forward to grab her ankles. He lifted her legs into the air, slowly but surely pulling her limbs to either side of her. Jimin's brows furrowed as he continued to pull farther than he expected her to handle. She let out a soft hum, sounding pleasant to the ears.

Jimin inhaled deeply. He had the girl spread eagle in his lap, pulling her legs back until the side of her head. He averted his eyes, looking anywhere besides the place where any other guy would gaze. He even caught the male instructor staring in her direction for too a little long. The blonde instantly narrowed his eyes at the other, jaw set and tongue ready to slit his throat if the gaze proceeded. Luckily, the man was smart. He was instantly unsettled by his gaze, looking elsewhere while pretending to help another couple. Jimin couldn't help but roll his eyes, lip curling at the thought of him possibly checking out another woman while seemingly in a relationship. Though it was an assumption, Jimin could usually tell taken men from single. The former seemed to move more cautiously or didn't care for anything else around them. The latter always had a wandering eye, interacting with the world's opportunities of the beauties bestowed on him.

Kiara opened her eyes, meeting with the ceiling before looking ahead. The way Jimin had pulled her legs, stretching her abductors pleasantly, felt amazing. She looked at their reflection, gazing at his surprisingly strong arms. Her mind traveled to a darker place where they sat in a similar position, in front of a mirror in the privacy of her home, with a lot less clothing. Kiara was so caught up in her imagination—something she definitely shouldn't be indulging in considering the state of her relationship status—that she didn't notice Jimin's gaze slowly fall upon her, their eyes meeting in the mirror once again. She seemed in a daze to him; eyes glazed over with developing lust. He only wished to get a peek inside of that mind of hers.

When she finally came to, noticing how her eyes locked with his, she glared at him and quickly averted his gaze. Her face flushed with heat, a tedious habit when it came to this man. Kiara hoped he wouldn't see the embarrassment hiding in her rose-stained cheeks, but Jimin only chuckled at the sight, and she was unsure if that infuriated her or granted her relief. She wasn't allowed to ponder her feelings as the instructors commenced wind down, consisting of the duo separating and laying next to each other on their mats. They were only a few inches apart. Jimin's finger twitched, craving an action he knew he very well shouldn't. An hour of grasping her soft skin in his hands should've sufficed him. Yet he was greedy, wanting more of her than they both knew she could give.

Kiara stared up at the dimmed, round light fixtures that hung from the ceiling until little flashes of color invaded her line of vision. She let out a deep sigh, letting her eyes shut. Her mind was a tsunami of thoughts when it was supposed to be a calm lake. Three men crashed like tidal waves on her beach of sanity, when she hoped this class would get rid of them only for a second. She didn't want to think about her annoying boyfriend, her best friend whose eyes seemed to cover hidden feelings or the blonde whose looks should match his ugly personality to make things easier on her. She attempted to drown them with silence—push them so below the surface that it would take days for them to reach the top of the wave again. 

The room became brighter as the fluorescent lights turned on, and the instructors raised the shades to let in natural lightning. Kiara heard the other occupants get up and retrieve their stuff, but she remained glued to the floor beneath her. It wasn't enough time. This class achieved the opposite of why she attended. She still felt tense, and on edge, waiting for someone to push her over.

"Well, that wasn't a total nightmare," said a voice above her. The smug tone wrapped around his words dropped like acid onto the girl's face. Opening one eye, she was graced by the image of Jimin slightly bent over, hands in his pockets, with golden hair loosely spreading out and around him like rays of the sun.

"Says who?" Kiara scoffed as she sat up, a cloud blocking his rays. Most of the class had packed their stuff, leaving a few chatty stragglers beside the duo. She gathered her things before standing up and looking at the blonde. Looking up at him, she never noticed how much she needed to tilt her head back. Why did he look like he was glowing under the fluorescent lighting? His honey-glazed skin was smooth and supple, with the faintest freckles on his cheeks. 

"Considering the fact that we've survived an hour of pretending we could tolerate being close to each other, let alone touching each other, I'll take that as a win," Jimin smirked while folding his arms over his chest.

"Fucking perv," Kiara grumbled. "You liked putting your grimy little fingers on me, didn't you?"

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. I saw your face."

Kiara's eyes went wide for a moment before she unknowingly mirrored Jimin's stance by folding her arms over her chest as she shifted her weight to one foot. "I have not the slightest idea of what you're talking about."

The blonde couldn't help but smile as he watched her lips form into a subtle pout, her chin tilting upwards as she tried her hardest to appear snobby. Too bad she couldn't sell it. All she managed to do was look cute. "Yeah, OK, Kiara. Whatever will help you sleep better at night."

"Of course, you would think about how I sleep." Kiara quipped. She didn't know why she always dragged out conversations with Jimin. All she had to do was ignore him and walk away, but something about his little jabs made her want to fight.

Jimin let out a loud scoff. "Don't flatter yourself. You live far from my thoughts at night."

Kiara's brows furrowed, not understanding why that comment would leave her with an uncomfortable pit in her stomach instead of swelling with relief. "Yeah OK." She bent over to pack up her equipment, knowing Jimin's eyes were gazing upon her. She slowly stood up again, regaining control of the situation. She could see how Jimin's eyelids had lowered, plump lips ever so slightly agape as if he was trying to breathe out the lingering desire in his system. "So we're just gonna pretend like you weren't just staring at me, right?"

Jimin's face suddenly twitched, like he was snapping himself back to reality. Heat followed afterward, flushing his skin with a pretty pink. Kiara giggled softly, causing his lips to tug into a small smile despite the embarrassment swimming through him. How the woman managed to shut him up, not once, but twice now, was beyond him. Jimin was the king of clapbacks. There wasn't a soul that could escape his wicked tongue until he met the beautiful girl with wild hair and a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. He could only sigh, feigning annoyance though he was rather impressed. 

"You really think I was staring at you?"

"I know it."

Jimin didn't bother testing his luck again. Something about her threw him off his game, which was not his proudest moment. The blonde couldn't do much but watched as she swayed her hips, strolling towards the door until she stopped suddenly.

"Guess you'll have something to think about at night now," Kiara said just as she walked out of the room. Jimin's jaw fell slightly before he collected himself, scoffing quietly. A part of him was tempted to follow after, to continue the banter they had fallen into.

But he knew better than that.

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