#💖 — about kiara.

[14dayswithyou]

Ren's favorite letter is U!

The last ask you literally just answered gave me an idea - what would Ren think of a 'hear me out' cake?

And since I'm a lil greedy... could I also request maybe the other characters reactions too? 🥺

Ren acts confused and pretends not to understand the trend — when in reality, he's sitting on the bathroom floor at 2AM trying to figure out how to accurately cosplay "9x9=81".

Moth already has their characters printed out and ready, and they're all extremely unhinged?? Like... I'm talking Mettaton (BOTH forms), the nether portal, Bakool ja ja, the armoured titan, a pride demon from Dragon Age, Alduin, etc. T_T

Violet knows about the concept behind a "hear me out" cake, but all of her contenders are fairly tame. The 1996 version of Lara Croft would probably be her wildest "hear me out".

Elanor genuinely believes Angel wants to talk to her about a specific kind of cake, and will set enough time aside to listen to them. Once she understands, she'll likely only consider the antagonists from ACOTAR as the characters they'd put on the cake.

Conan also has no idea what it is. He'll suggest using one of the library computers to research more about this "elusive" cake — and might even offer some of his personal coffee blends to pair with it.

Jae has already done the trend multiple times with Leon and has saved every single video on his phone. He's probably studied them at one point to figure out what Leon's ideal type is gksdgdj

Leon didn't understand it at first but got the idea once Jae started showing him pictures of GLaDOS and Wheatley from Portal. The fish from Finding Nemo was a genuine surprise to him, though.

Teo knows about the trend but has extremely high standards to live by and gets offended by the idea of considering anyone less than him. He'll put photos of the other person's parents on the cake just to get a reaction.

Olivia puts a photo of Angel's boss on the cake with a completely straight face.

Kiara is fairly similar to Leon. She'll know what a "hear me out" cake is but won't fully understand the concept behind it. She'll probably submit something like fancy stitching or a fun print as her options.

[kissingarthurclaus]

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!

[212-apricity]

siren songs and stolen kisses, the runaway

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again guys, im really sorry if this ones a bit shit, i really didnt know what to write for this but i tried my best, hopefully the next ones a bit better💖🙏🗣️‼️

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The humid air hung heavy over the yard of the Chateau as the four of us sat around, waiting for something—anything—to happen. Kiara and Pope were testing the winch to pull up the gold, Kiara carefully being lowered to test its strength, while JJ lounged on the side of the hot tub. I leaned against the Twinkie, arms crossed as I watched them, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts, none of them good.

"What do you think he���s up to?" Kiara called up, her voice breaking the relative silence.

"John B pulling a Houdini," JJ replied, his tone casual as he smirked.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. "Disappearing without a word and causing us all to stress? Sounds about right."

JJ turned to me, his grin widening. "Well, Princess, you’d know best. Houdini’s probably got nothing on you Cameron kids."

I shot him a mock glare, but my lips twitched in betrayal. JJ always had a way of making me smile, no matter how dire the situation felt. His hair glinted gold in the late afternoon sun, and his confidence was almost contagious. Before I could retort, John B appeared from nowhere, trudging into the Chateau without so much as a glance in our direction.

"What the…?" Kiara said, looking up in confusion as the winch brought her back to ground level.

"John B! Where have you been?" Pope shouted, jogging to follow him. JJ and I exchanged looks before we trailed behind, my stomach sinking at the determined yet furious look in John B’s eyes. Something was seriously wrong.

Inside the Chateau, John B began tearing through the place, smashing things as he searched for something. I winced as a glass shattered under his foot.

"Dude, what are you doing?" JJ asked, his voice tinged with both concern and irritation. His hands rested on his hips as he tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding before us.

John B didn’t answer, ignoring everyone as he stormed into the guest room which had been for years JJ’s (and now my) room at the Chateau. My heart dropped as he reached under JJ’s pillow and pulled out the gun.

"Whoa, whoa, John B, what the hell?" JJ moved forward, his hands raised in a calming gesture, but John B shoved him hard onto the bed. JJ’s hat fell off as he tumbled backward, and I instinctively ran to his side, helping him up.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, gripping his bicep tightly as he shook his head in disbelief. I could see the anger rising in him, his jaw tightening.

"I’m fine, baby," he muttered, brushing himself off. But his eyes stayed locked on John B, who was now storming toward the door. Pope tried to block him, but John B shoved him aside with surprising force, sending him into a table. Kiara rushed to help Pope up, and JJ grabbed my hand as we followed John B outside.

"Where are you going John B? What is going on?" I called out. John B didn’t answer until he reached JJ’s bike, turning to face us all with fire in his eyes.

"Ward knows about the gold," he spat, his voice trembling with rage.

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach, but it was what he said next that left me frozen in place.

"He killed my dad."

Silence fell over the yard. The weight of his words suffocated me, my brain struggling to process. Ward… my dad? JJ’s grip on my hand tightened as John B sped off on the bike, his anger trailing behind him like a storm. The others started running after him, but I couldn’t move, my feet rooted to the ground.

"Y/n, baby," JJ’s voice brought me back, his arms wrapping around me as I trembled. "It’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you."

"Dad… he wouldn’t. He couldn’t," I stammered, but my voice betrayed my uncertainty. JJ didn’t say anything, just held me tighter as Pope and Kiara came back, panting and confused.

"What the hell just happened?" Pope asked, running a hand over his face.

"We need to find him," Kiara said, her tone firm despite the chaos.

Inside the Chateau, we gathered around to brainstorm. Every possible location John B might go was thrown out and dismissed until one option stuck—Tannyhill. My family’s estate.

"Y/n…" he started, but I cut him off, shaking my head.

"Let’s just go," I said firmly, ignoring the way my stomach churned.

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We took the HMS Pogue and sailed toward Tannyhill under the cover of night. The moonlit water reflected our shared anxiety. JJ tried to lighten the mood with a sarcastic suggestion about knocking on the front door and asking for John B, but even his humor felt strained.

"Yeah, that’ll work great," I said dryly, earning a smile from him. He reached out to touch my shoulder briefly before turning his attention back to the shoreline.

Pope peered through binoculars, spotting movement at Tannyhill. "Hey, I see Ward," he said, his voice heavy with implications. He passed the binoculars to me, and I froze, my chest tightening as I saw my father alive and well.

"Doesn’t look dead to me," Pope muttered, packing up. "Let’s go home."

"Wait," JJ interjected, his jaw clenched.

"What?" Kiara snapped. Pope looked at her incredulously.

"We can’t just leave John B," I argued, but the tension between Kiara and Pope reached a boiling point.

"Hey, I have the biggest interview of my life in six hours," Pope said, his voice rising.

"And our friend is in trouble," Kiara shot back, her tone cutting.

Pope threw up his hands. "Why is it always about John B?"

"It’s not," Kiara retorted. "It would be any of you in this situation."

"Oh, bullshit!" Pope yelled, frustration clear in his voice.

"This is about friendship!" Kiara shouted, stepping closer.

"Stop with the moral high ground shit, Kiara!" Pope countered, his voice sharp.

"Hey!" JJ yelled, pulling me closer as the shouting got louder. "Guys, not now!"

Kiara turned away, muttering angrily. Pope’s voice softened but stayed firm. "This is my life. Everything I’ve worked for."

Kiara scoffed, her frustration evident. "That’s your priority?"

JJ and I stood together at the back of the boat, the fight between Kiara and Pope escalating before us. His hand never left mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles over my knuckles, but the tension between them was impossible to ignore.

"Yes, Kiara, yes it is! Look, you weren’t there for John B! You weren’t there for any of us!" Pope shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of his emotions. He glared at Kiara, who was visibly holding back tears. “Y/n basically left her family when she found us seven years ago. But remember your kook year, Kiara?”

“Pope, stop,” I interjected softly, but my words barely reached him through his anger.

Kiara looked to the sky, swallowing hard and shoving Pope away “Give me a break.”

“Hey!” Pope shouted back. “You need a break? Move!” He shoved her, frustration boiling over, and Kiara retaliated with equal force, pushing him right back as they both kept shouting at one another.

JJ stepped forward immediately, yanking Pope back with one arm. “Hey, yo, yo, yo! Cut it out, alright?” he snapped, his voice rough and commanding. “This isn’t the time for this shit!”

I caught Kiara’s arm as she stepped forward again, her jaw set in defiance. “Kiara, stop,” I said firmly, my grip tightening. She froze under my touch, looking between me and JJ as if trying to decide whether to keep fighting or let it go.

“Listen,” JJ said, his tone sharper now. “If Y/n and I are the ones mediating, we’ve hit rock bottom.”

Pope glared but bit back whatever retort was on his tongue. JJ jabbed a finger toward the bow of the boat. “Bow. Now. Go.”

Pope finally stepped back, muttering under his breath, and I gently guided Kiara to sit down. My hands were shaking slightly, my nerves frayed, but JJ’s presence at my side kept me grounded.

JJ leaned over to me, his voice low and soft. “You okay, Princess?” His hand brushed my hair back from my face.

I nodded, exhaling slowly. “Yeah… I will be.”

He smiled faintly, his blue eyes searching mine. “You’re stronger than you think, baby.”

I felt a pang of gratitude for him, for always knowing what to say when the world felt like it was falling apart. As the tension on the boat lingered, Pope eventually started the engine, and we sailed toward his house in silence.

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We dropped Pope off first, his parting words curt and strained, then Kiara insisted on walking home. I offered to drop her off instead, but she waved me off, clearly needing space to cool down.

That left just JJ and me on the water, the gentle rocking of the boat and the hum of the engine filling the quiet. The stars above seemed to mock the chaos of the night, shining as though nothing had happened. Wind gusted around us as JJ sailed and I pulled the sleeves of JJ’s my grey sweater that he was wearing earlier.

“What about you, Princess?” JJ asked after a while, his tone teasing but tentative. “Want me to drop you off too?”

I gave him a side-eye glare, though a small smile tugged at my lips. “Not funny, J.”

He raised one hand hand in surrender, the other on the steering wheel, “Too soon?”

“Just a little.” I squinted, holding my thumb and forefinger close together, and he mirrored the gesture, mock-serious.

“Okay, okay, noted,” he said, his grin breaking through. “You’re stuck with me then.”

I sighed dramatically, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his torso. “Guess I’ve survived worse.”

JJ chuckled, his laughter low and soothing, and he reached back to pull me closer. “Of course you have. You’re a Cameron, remember? Toughest princess in the game.”

I rolled my eyes, pressing my forehead against his back. “Thanks for earlier… for everything.”

JJ turned to face me, his hands resting on my shoulders. “Always, baby. You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you.” His lips pressed to my forehead, lingering there as if to seal the promise.

I tilted my face up, our eyes locking, and in a moment of unspoken understanding, he kissed me. His lips were soft and warm, and my hand slid under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin as I tangled my other hand in his hair.

When we broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his breathing uneven. “We’ll figure it out, Princess.”

I nodded, my hands still clinging to him.

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The salty breeze carried the faint sound of waves lapping against the dock, a soothing rhythm that contrasted sharply with the restlessness in the air. We were sprawled across the wooden planks of the Chateau’s dock, the sun casting its last golden rays over the marsh. JJ’s arm was slung lazily over his knee, the cigarette dangling between his fingers as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

“Princess,” JJ drawled, his blue eyes sparkling with that mischievous glint I’d come to love. “You’re real good at this,”

I raised a brow, pretending to be unimpressed, though a small smirk tugged at my lips. Taking the cigarette from his hand, I exhaled a plume of smoke that disappeared into the sunset. “Didn’t think the great JJ Maybank could admit someone else is better at something.”

“Better? Who said anything about better?” JJ shot back, leaning in closer until our noses nearly touched. His voice dropped to a teasing murmur. “I’m just saying you’re good, baby. Real good.” I smirked before blowing the puff of smoke I was holding into his face, making him move away in surprise, almost falling off his seat on the wooden plank.

“Ugh get a room, you two,” John B muttered from a few feet away, his tone edged with annoyance as he fiddled with the edge of his cast.

“Or at least let the rest of us enjoy the view without your PDA,” Kiara chimed in, sitting cross-legged with an exasperated look.

I laughed, leaning back against JJ’s shoulder as he pressed a quick kiss to my temple. “You’re just jealous,” I teased, my voice light as I handed the blunt back to JJ.

Kiara groaned, while John B rolled his eyes and continued picking at his cast.

“John B, seriously,” I said, straightening up as my tone turned more serious. “Stop messing with that thing. You’re going to make it worse.”

“It’s fine,” he replied dismissively, the stubborn set of his jaw making it clear he wasn’t going to listen. “It’s just a hairline fracture.”

“It’s a fracture and a cast, dumbass,” Kiara cut in, her voice sharper now. “You’re supposed to keep it on. And you’re supposed to care about your body,”

John B groaned, clearly irritated. “I can’t do anything with it on!” he snapped.

“Maybe if you stopped breaking things—” Kiara shot back, and just like that, the two of them were bickering again, their voices rising in frustration.

Their argument brewed quickly, Kiara’s frustrations bubbling over as John B tried to defend his recklessness. JJ and I exchanged a knowing look, his smirk widening as he shook his head.

"Think they’ll ever stop?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

"Not a chance," JJ replied, handing me the cigarette. "But hey, I’ve got front-row seats, and the company ain’t bad."

I rolled my eyes, my lips twitching with amusement. The comfort between us felt easy, like we were in our own bubble while the world around us spiraled.

The argument (unfortunately) was cut short by the sound of footsteps pounding toward us. We all turned to see Pope charging down the path, his shirt soaked with sweat and his breathing ragged.

“Pope?” I called out, concern lacing my voice as I stood up. “What’s wrong?”

He bent over, hands on his knees, as he struggled to catch his breath. “I—” he gasped, raising a finger to stall us. “I ran… all the way here.”

JJ leaned back on his elbows, his expression calm despite the urgency in Pope’s demeanor. “How was the interview, dude?” he asked casually.

“Don’t… ask,” Pope managed to say, waving JJ off as he straightened up.

JJ grinned, clearly enjoying Pope’s frustration. “Noted.”

Pope’s face shifted into something more serious, and he looked between us with wide, urgent eyes. “Listen, we don’t have much time,” he said, his voice firm now. “Before the interview, my dad told me he had to clear the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron’s plane. Said it was too heavy and needed a longer runway to take off.”

I froze at the mention of my father’s name, my stomach tightening. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Pope continued, ignoring my question. “While I was sitting there in the interview, I couldn’t stop thinking—hm, why would Ward need a longer airstrip?”

We all fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. Slowly, realization dawned on us.

“Gold,” JJ said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but his eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and determination.

Pope pointed at him, practically shouting. “Yes! Exactly! The gold. This is it—this is our chance to get it back!”

My heart was racing now, a mix of adrenaline and dread coursing through me. Ward had the gold. Of course he did. But if Pope was right, that also meant we had a chance to take it from him.

Kiara shot to her feet, her face set with resolve. “We have to go.”

JJ stood too, pulling me up with him. “Alright, Captain,” he said, turning to John B with a grin. “What’s the plan?”

John B looked around at all of us, his determination shining through his frustration. “We’re gonna steal our shit back.”

The energy shifted instantly. We moved as one, pulling together in a way that only the Pogues could. Kiara grabbed my hand as we started running toward the Chateau to gather supplies, John B, Pope and JJ’s laughter trailing behind us.

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The Twinkie rumbled along the bumpy dirt road as we approached the airstrip. Pope held the binoculars, scanning the scene. "They’re loading up the gold," he said, his voice hushed but urgent.

John B leaned forward, snatching the binoculars from him. "There’s Ward," he muttered, his jaw tightening.

The familiar pang hit me square in the chest at the mention of my father. "Let me see," I said, taking the binoculars.

Through the lenses, I spotted Ward, his commanding presence impossible to miss as he barked orders near the plane. But then my breath caught. "Sarah," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"What?" John B and JJ turned to me, their surprise matching my own.

"She’s with him," I said, my heart sinking as I watched my sister struggle against Ward’s grip. He dragged her toward the plane, his hold rough and unrelenting. Security guards hovered nearby, their stances making it clear she had no escape.

"She’s arguing with him," I said, my voice breaking. My chest tightened as panic threatened to overtake me.

JJ’s hand found mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "Baby," he murmured, his voice soft and steady. He pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, grounding me in the moment.

"He’s hurting her," John B growled, his anger spilling over. Before anyone could stop him, he was off, sprinting toward the Twinkie.

The air was electric with tension, every one of us frozen as we watched John B and the Twinkie barrel down the dirt path toward the airstrip fence.

“John B! Stop! You’re going to get yourself killed!” Kiara shouted, her voice cracking with desperation.

Pope scrambled forward, waving his arms as if it would somehow make John B see sense. “What the hell is he doing?” Pope’s voice was frantic, and his panic was palpable.

Beside me, JJ cursed under his breath, his grip tightening around my waist as he tried to physically anchor me—and himself—through the chaos. “He’s gonna ram it,” JJ muttered, his tone somewhere between disbelief and reluctant admiration.

“Ram it? He wouldn’t,” I whispered, my voice shaking. But even as I said it, I knew John B well enough to know that he absolutely would.

“John B!” Kiara screamed again as the Twinkie tore through the wired fence, the sound of metal crunching and snapping filling the air.

Pope and Kiara dove out of the way just in time, their bodies hitting the ground hard. I barely had time to process what was happening before JJ yanked me backward, his arm wrapping protectively around me as we stumbled. We fell into the dirt together, JJ shielding me with his body as the Twinkie sped past, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. “Oh my God,” I breathed, trying to push myself up.

JJ stayed close, his arm still around my waist. “You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically serious.

I nodded shakily, looking into his wide, worried eyes. “Yeah. Are you?”

“Fine,” he said quickly, helping me to my feet.

We turned back toward the airstrip, watching as the Twinkie screeched to a halt directly in front of the plane. The plane racing at full speed towards him.

“He’s not actually—” Pope started, but he cut himself off, his mouth agape as he watched John B stationary in the path of the oncoming plane.

Kiara’s breath hitched beside me. “He’s going to get himself killed,” she said, her voice breaking. Her hands flew to her face, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I grabbed her hand instinctively, holding tight as I tried to process what was happening. “Kiara, he’ll be okay. He’ll be okay,” I said, my voice trembling.

But even as I said it, I wasn’t sure I believed it. The sight of John B standing there, a lone figure against the massive plane, was almost too much to bear.

Then, the sound of sirens cut through the night.

The flashing red and blue lights appeared on the horizon, growing closer with every passing second.

“Oh no,” Pope groaned, his hands flying to his head. “No, no, no, no, no, I can’t get arrested. My parents will kill me.”

“Your parents?!” Kiara cried, her voice rising in panic. “What about John B? What about Sarah?”

JJ cursed again, louder this time. “I’m on probation,” he said, his voice sharp and full of dread. “I can’t go to jail, guys.”

I looked up at him, seeing the tension in his jaw, the way his hands curled into fists. I knew what it would mean for JJ if he got caught—for him, jail wasn’t just a slap on the wrist. It was juvie on the mainland. Isolation. Months—maybe years—away from all of us. Away from me.

“J,” I said softly, reaching for his hand. He didn’t flinch away, his grip tightening around mine as if it was the only thing keeping him steady.

“Listen, we have to go,” I said firmly, suppressing the ache in my chest and tears in my eyes for John B and Sarah. “We’re no use to them if we’re in jail.”

Pope nodded quickly, already backing away from the sirens. “She’s right. We have to leave. Now.”

Kiara hesitated, her eyes darting between the approaching cops and the airstrip, where John B was still standing his ground. “But—”

“Kiara,” I said, cutting her off. “We’ll figure out how to help them, but we can’t do it if we’re locked up.”

JJ grabbed his hat and gun off the ground, his movements quick and deliberate. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice low and urgent.

I tugged on Kiara’s arm, and finally, she relented, tears still streaming down her face. We ran together, my heart breaking with every step as the sirens grew louder behind us.

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It was past 4 a.m. when we finally collapsed in bed, JJ’s head resting on my chest as he drifted off to sleep. I ran my fingers through his hair absentmindedly, my mind racing.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it, my heart sinking when I saw it wasn’t from Sarah or John B. Instead, it was a text from Rafe: "I’m sorry."

I frowned, confusion swirling in my chest. I texted back, "Sorry for what? Are you okay?" but no response came.

Careful not to wake JJ, I slipped out of bed and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

I sat on the porch, the weight of my thoughts growing heavier by the minute. The distant hum of crickets and the faint rustling of leaves were the only sounds accompanying me in the darkness. My phone screen glowed faintly as I stared at Rafe’s message, the single line burning into my brain. "I’m sorry."

I felt like I’d been dropped into some alternate reality where my family and friends were drifting further and further out of reach. My fingers hovered over the screen, scrolling through my unanswered texts to Sarah and John B. They were still aired, and I couldn’t shake the dread curling in my stomach.

My mind wandered back to Rafe. He wasn’t perfect—not even close. But he was still my big brother, the one who used to sneak me chocolates when Rose was on one of her strict “no sugar” kicks. He was the one who held my hair back the first time I drank too much at a Kook party and smuggled me into the house without our parents noticing. Despite everything, Rafe had always been there for me, protective and reckless in equal measure.

The distance between us now stung like salt in an open wound. I thought about telling him about JJ—how happy he made me, how he made the world feel lighter even when it was crumbling. But I could already picture Rafe’s reaction: anger, confusion, maybe even outright fury. JJ and Rafe were like gasoline and a lit match—one wrong move, and it would all explode.

Still, I wanted to tell him. To share this part of my life with the brother I used to trust with everything.

The creak of the screen door behind me snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced over my shoulder to see JJ standing there, his hair mussed from sleep and his t-shirt hanging slightly off one shoulder. He rubbed at his eyes, squinting at me in the dim light.

“Baby,” he said softly, his voice still thick with sleep. “What are you doin’ out here?”

“J,” I whispered, my chest tightening with guilt. “I’m so sorry. Did I wake you up? You should be asleep.”

He padded over to me, barefoot and rumpled, and dropped down to sit on the step beside me. “You didn’t wake me,” he murmured, laying his head on my shoulder and closing his eyes. “But you’re gonna have to tell me what’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, or I’m not gonna get any sleep either.”

I sighed, leaning into him and letting his warmth ground me. “It’s Rafe,” I admitted. “He texted me just now—just one message: ‘I’m sorry.’ And I don’t know why, but it’s messing with me.”

JJ was quiet for a moment, his fingers brushing lightly against my arm. “What d’you think he’s sorry for?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice cracking slightly. “We used to be so close, J. He was the one person in my family who I thought really saw me. And now… I don’t even know who he is anymore.”

JJ tilted his head, his blue eyes searching mine as he encouraged me to carry on.

“I wanna share things in my life with him again, I want to skip school and go to the mainland and shop with Ward’s credit card and piss him off with Rafe and Sarah, I wanna tell him about us, J. I know he’s…different now, and I know what his mentality is towards Pogues” I rolled my eyes at the word as JJ smiled softly, “But he’s still my big brother and I just…I don’t know, J, I just want him back. I mean, he’d probably kill you when he’d find out we were together though.”

JJ chuckled, his grin boyish and crooked. “Small price to pay for you, Princess,” he teased, but there was a softness in his voice that made my chest ache.

I swatted his arm lightly, rolling my eyes despite the knot of emotion in my throat. “I’m serious, JJ. He’s… he’s not in a good place right now. I should be there for him but…I don’t know.”

JJ’s smile faded slightly, and he turned serious, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hey,” he said softly. “We’ll figure it out, okay? Rafe might be a mess, but he’s still your brother. He loves you—even if he’s got a shitty way of showing it sometimes.”

I nodded, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over. “I just… I miss him. I miss Sarah, too. And John B. And I hate that I can’t fix any of it.”

JJ pressed a kiss to my temple, his lips lingering there for a moment. “You don’t have to fix everything, baby. You’re not alone in this.”

The weight on my chest eased slightly as I leaned into him, letting his presence steady me. For a while, we just sat there in the quiet, the night wrapping around us like a cocoon.

Eventually, JJ stood, holding out his hand to me. “Come on, Princess. Let’s get you back to bed. I’m not letting you spiral out here all night.”

I let him pull me to my feet, his grip warm and firm. As we headed back inside, I glanced down at my phone one last time, my unanswered texts glowing faintly in the dark.

Tomorrow, I’d figure out what to do about Rafe, about Sarah, about everything. But tonight, I let myself lean on JJ, his steady presence reminding me that even in the chaos, I wasn’t alone.

And for now, that was enough.

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part eight done!!

im really hungry and i love jj

remember, taglist is open!! feel free to send me a dm or comment on literally anything💞💞

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[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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❝ ʙɪɢ ꜰᴀɴ ❞

↣ 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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[paceypeternathanslawyer]

It's so sad to me that I can't find any gifsets of the moment that Pope and Cleo found out about Sarah and John B being pregnant. The way that Cleo excitedly calls the baby a "poguelet" and Pope is so psyched for John B and he hugs/tackles him while excitedly saying "You're gonna be a Dad?!" It's all so pure! BTW I loved the way that Cleo and Pope along with John B were trying so hard to protect Sarah during that whole fight scene. I feel like Kiara did it as well but they kept pushing Sarah ahead of everyone while they were running away from the bad guys with the guns and they were yelling at Sarah and John B to run ahead while they held back the onslaught. Sure Cleo, Pope and Kiara were trying to find treasure but the moment they found out that Sarah was pregnant, the priority was no longer about finding Groff or finding the crown. They and John B's whole goal was protecting Sarah and the baby!! It's so fuckin sweet. This is why season 5 will still be good without JJ because this group of friends are all worthy of love. JJ didn't carry this show... they all carried the show. And in season 5 we will still get so many pure and sweet friendship moments that will make us absolutely sob happy tears. What's more, as long as we have John B and Sarah's chemistry lighting up the screen this show will be fantastic! 🧡

Also TBH... I liked JJ. He wasn't my favorite character but I thought he was funny at times and I certainly had sympathy for the abuse that he suffered at the hands of his father growing up. It was sad to see him die. But now that JJ is dead.... can Pope be Baby Routledge's godfather? They can name the baby Jay or something (but if it is a girl then they have to name her Valerie Jay) but Pope would be such a better godfather. I get why John B asked JJ because they are like brothers but I still vote for Pope after all he is more responsible 😁💖

[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*

[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💕🤍😘💖🫶

~🪷

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]

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;

[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

❝ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ❞

↣ 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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