#I SONT CARE ABOUT THAT

[scrumblewonk]

BRO I LISTENED TO BUDDY HOLLY FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY AND I DIDNT KNOW THE ACTUAL LINE WAS “WHATS WITH THESE HOMIES DISSIN MY GIRL” I THOUGHT U WERE MEMEING WHAT THE FUCK THATS SO FUNNY

GASP WAIT I KNOW THE WHOLE SONG

[seeveekat]

Niggas will see people scared out their minds about the future of their lives in this god forsaken country and wishing that mother fuckers would just realize you can't just "uwu im gonna revolt when the facists take over!" Post things better and call them a "pathetic liberal"

I swear no body on this site fucking has nuance anymore

[bigothteddies]

I’ll go to the party with you and pretend to be a millionaire nepo baby if you want

this is literally exactly what I want

[loverboybrightsideghost]

every time someone acts like or thinks clark superman kent is a boring character an entire host of angels get their wings ripped off. btw

[turigirl]

ive decided i shall just Not sleep

[reloaderror]

the problem w the question “got any hobbies” is that i cant very well say im an artist occupying a very small and very niche corner of the internet with a newfound interest in danmei and lesbian among us now can i, accurate as it may be, that would not be appropriate

[eldenphil]

i am SO sick. also so tired need to sleep but REALLLLLLY want to eat something spicy (noodles…) but idk if i can be arsed

[star---core]

i dont normally do this shit but the vent channel in my server is the issue!

[s0fter-sin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Not The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (TV) Compliant, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Touch-Starved, Touch-Starved Bucky Barnes, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Anxiety, Handholding, Tenderness, Friends With Benefits, Tender Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Cuddling & Snuggling, Magical Healing Cock Summary:

But Sam...

Sam was warm.

Bucky blinked as he felt his thumb gently rub his palm; his fingers coming up to curl around his own. “Still with me?” he asked lowly.

“Yeah,” he replied just as quietly. “I’m here.”

After seventy years of every touch meaning death, Bucky asks for help rediscovering how good it can feel.

[a-devious-route]

The more you know:

[FR] J'ai d��couvert (thanks tiktok) ce petit site bien pratique qui référence des images qui sont libres de droits et/ou maintenant dans le domaine publique!

Je ne crois pas avoir vu beaucoup de gens en parler par ici, mais sharing is caring donc voilà! Si vous chercher des textures/images pour vos créations, je crois que vous allez en avoir pour un bon moment à hoarder le tout et explorer la plateforme!

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[EN] I discovered (thanks tiktok) this handy little site that references images that are royalty-free and/or now in the public domain!

I don't think I've seen many people talking about it around here, but sharing is caring so here you go! If you're looking for textures/images for your creations, I think you'll be hoarding and exploring the platform for a while !

See yah!

[pedrithink]

prenuptial (2) ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: you and kylian are getting married and the subject of the prenuptial agreement comes into play, but kylian is not so sure about this.

[part 1]

"Your mother has scheduled it for 9:30 tomorrow morning, okay?" You run your hand in a light caress over Kylian's head.

Confusion takes over Kylian's expression. "Hm? What?"

"Stop tripping and pay attention to the things I tell you." You let out a playful chuckle as you pout. "The prenup. We're signing it tomorrow."

Kylian bites his lower lip lightly and tries not to let it show, but he has so much to tell you right now. He doesn't quite know what to do and feels he needs to get it out of his head.

A warning immediately pops into his head to try to get this worry out of his mind and he mentally marks of thinking more about it and having an exact way to talk to you about everything that has been haunting his mind.

"Yeah, sure." Kylian's half-forced smile leaves you confused and you move closer to leave a light caress on his face.

"What? You've been scattered since we talked about this." Your frown frowns, you really can't understand what is going on in Kylian's head. "If it's about me being upset, relax, Kylian. I told you, it's more than fine with me."

Kylian lets out a frustrated sigh. "No, love. It's not that, it's just..." He runs his hand across his face. It's crazy how the frustration of not knowing what to say to you hits him like an avalanche. "I don't know."

"Don't dwell on it too much." You hold his hands to try to pass on a little more confidence about the situation. "It's going to be okay, it's material things and that's not important to me."

You know it's not easy for Kylian, you understand how he must be feeling and you don't blame him for having this relapse of "fear." But, nothing will be able to bring that feeling of upset upon you because of this arrangement.

For Kylian, there already comes the issue that you have shared years of your life with him and he has shared years of his life with you. You were and are present in his life every day, giving your immeasurable support and your constant consolation, always finding ways to make him feel better when he loses a game or always celebrating when he brings a world cup to his country.

It's just a form of gratitude. You deserve it too, you deserve the money that comes along with it.

"It's all right, love. Just a worry I need to put out of my mind." Kylian smiles weakly as he pulls you into a hug. "I love you. Immeasurably."

The whisper of an "I love you" that comes out of his lips makes Kylian's heart expand with so much love and you can only concentrate on hugging him tighter and tighter.

You spend the entire morning together, doing your daily chores and some leisure activities all together to try to make up for the homesickness that hits you when you go through a busy work week.

At night, Kylian takes advantage of your tiredness and takes care to go to another room when he sees that you have fallen asleep. He really feels lost and doesn't quite know how to rearrange his thoughts, so it's inevitable when he hits the button to call his mother.

"Kylian?" Fayza's voice is heard along with the sound of some voices in the background of the call. "Y a-t-il un problème?” (Is there a problem?)

Kylian frowns. "Bonjour, maman. Tu es occupée?” (Hi, mom. Are you busy?)

"Non, ce sont juste des amis d'Ethan qui sont venus aujourd'hui. (No, it's just some of Ethan's friends who came over today.)” She lets out a giggle and Kylian hears a few footsteps until they stop. “Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Tu n'es pas du genre à appeler beaucoup à cette heure-ci. Il s'est passé quelque chose?” (What's up? You're not one to call much at this hour. Did something happen?)

Kylian's thumb rests on his lips and he tries to resist the urge to bite his fingernail from so much anxiety. There are so many thoughts and feelings that he can't control himself.

"Que faites-vous quand vous avez l'impression qu'une chose est juste, mais que trop de gens vous en font douter?” (What do you do when you feel like one thing is right, but too many people make you doubt it?) He fires off the question, without even giving him a chance to assimilate.

"Hm...right." Fayza gasps, and the confusion is palpable in her voice. "Je te dirais de suivre ton cœur et ton intuition, je sais que ça fait cliché, mais ils savent déjà ce que tu veux vraiment. Tout le reste est secondaire.” (I would tell you to follow what your heart and intuition say, I know that sounds cliché, but they already know what you really want. Everything else is secondary.)

Kylian shakes his head positively and for a moment forgets that his mother cannot see him. "Mais pourquoi? Tu ne vas pas me dire ce qui te passe par la tête?” (But why? Aren't you going to tell me what's going through your mind?)

"Tu le sauras demain, maman. Merci pour le conseil.” (You'll find out tomorrow, Mom. Thanks for the advice.)

Kylian says goodbye to Fayza briefly, and in his heart it is clearly imprinted that he is going to follow the script the way he always wanted.

Soon, he goes to bed and when morning comes, he is awakened by her sudden movement around the room. When you see Kylian with his eyes ajar, you smile and approach the bed to caress his face lightly.

"Hey, love. Get up, it’s almost 9:00." Kylian purrs at the cuddling you do and tries not to fall asleep again, but suddenly he sits up in bed and leaves a light kiss on your lips, then gets up to get ready.

He wants to end this situation as soon as possible and let peace reign in his mind.

One minute he is getting ready and the next you are in front of the place to sign the whole agreement.

Kylian can't hide his anxiety and you can only get more and more confused, not knowing what to do to get any insecurity out of his head.

With his leg shaking and the pen in his hands, Kylian can't hold it in. "I don't want to do that."

You and Fayza stare at each other in confusion as Kylian drops the pen on top of the paper. "I don't want to sign that paper."

Fayza directs her gaze at him and as a mother, attends to the way he seems totally sincere about it. "What do you mean by that, Kylian?"

"Kylian stop fooling around, just sign it." You let out a nervous laugh and poke at his leg with your foot. The fear of Fayza thinking you influenced this scares you a little.

"No, I don't want to. You fought for that money too and when we get married I want you to have the peace of mind that my money is yours too." Kylian takes a stand and lays out everything that has been troubling his mind these days. "Mom, she is everything to me. When I told you that night that I was going to marry her. I meant that I want to 100% commit and share everything of myself with her. I mean it in the emotional and financial sense."

Fayza shakes her head as she faces Kylian. "I know you and my father have given everything for me, but I don't want to sign this and feel bad for not giving the trust of something I am most sure of in this world." Kylian directs his gaze to you. "I know that you and I are forever, okay? I know that. But, if something goes wrong, I want to make sure that you will have a life full of tranquility and without having to kill yourself for it."

After Kylian speaks all that has tormented him, you have your eyes watering and Fayza a little smile on her face.

"Fine by me." Fayza's reaction makes Kylian's eyes widen and you are surprised too. He thought it would be a little difficult to convince her. "I'm sure you two are forever, you're made for each other."

Kylian shakes his head positively and tries to hold back a smile, but turns to you and holds your hands. "Ky, are you sure?"

The uncertainty in your voice makes his heart hook. "That is the second most certain thing I am in life, my love."

"Second?" Confusion hits all sides of your mind and your face can't hide the expression. "What would be the first?"

"That I want to spend the rest of my life by your side."

[misslu999]

I really love reading all those genshin fanfics with Fontaine’s characters but sometimes, as a french, I am a bit trigger by the way some people write wrongly some french words… I saw a « Mon chéri » to designate a female reader…

Here a free french lesson:

Mon - is a masculine pronoun

So when you say « Mon chéri » it’s toward a male character

If you want to designate a girl you have to use the female pronoun : Ma

And so the full sentence is « Ma chériE »

Do not forget to put the « E » at the end because it’s a girl for a guy, no need to.

And if you want to designate severate persons:

- You use the pronoun : Mes

You can use it to definite both girls/boys/girls and boys /Any genders together!

BUT

Be careful if you want to say « Mes chéris »

You will need to put the E if it’s a group of girls : « Mes chéries »

If It’s a group of boys and girls do not put the E Because the male win so just write: « Mes chéris »

If you want to use it for the pronoun « Them » feel free use any versions.

Well everything I said works for any genders, and are masculine word so you don’t use the Ma.

To conclude:

MA : Female Pronoun - Use only to designate a female word or person.

Examples: Ma fleur (My flower), Ma princesse (My princess), Ma choupette (My little One? There isn’t a real translation but it’s a sweet french nickname you can say to your lover), Ma moitié (My half), Ma copine(My girlfriend), Ma femme (My wife, My woman)…

The word my Ma moitié works to designate any gender.

MON: Male Pronoun - Use to designate a male word or person. Is the most utilisate!

Examples: Mon coeur (my heart or sweetheart), Mon amour (My love), Mon ange (My angel), Mon bébé (my baby), Mon sucre d’orge (My candy… but it’s like ma choupette doesn’t have a real translation), Mon choupinet (My little one?), Mon copain (My boyfriend), Mon homme/Mon Mari (My man/My husband)

All those words are usable to designate any gender expect for Mon copain/Mon homme/Mon mari

MES: Them pronoun or to designate severate persons or stuffs !

Examples: Mes amours (My loves), Mes princesses (My princess), Mes copains (My boyfriends), Mes copines (My girlfriends)…

Do not forget to put the « S » at the end of each word!

[Update] - (forgot to say it..) MON/MA/MES are possessive pronouns! So you only use them to say something for yourself !

Examples: J’aime ma copine (I love my girlfriend)/ Ce sont mes amis (Those are my friends)/ Je lis mon livre (I read my book)

You can also use the word « Petit » (little) between the pronoun and the word, personally I find it a bit more romantic and sweet to use like: Mon petit coeur (My Little heart), Mon petit ange (My little angel), Ma petitE fleur (My little flower), Ma petit(e)-ami(e)(My girfriend/boyfriend), Mon petit sucre d’orge, Mes petits coeurs (My little hearts)…

French is hard to use so if you have any questions or doubts about a french word you want to use while writing please feel free to ask me ! I am always willing to help!

[empiredesimparte]

⚜ Le Sacre de Napoléon V | N°6 | Francesim, Versailles, 27 Thermidor An 230

Napoleon V met Madame Royale de Thornolie (@theroyalthornoliachronicles) at the coronation gala. It was not the first time she had visited Francesim, but he had never spoken to her before. Curious, he was soon disillusioned by Eleanor's coldness. The young emperor hoped that he had not complicated his future diplomatic relations with the kingdom of Thornolia. He also hoped that she had not formed the wrong impression of him.

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Some of the characters in the background belong to @officalroyalsofpierreland

⚜ Transcription

Louis: Madame Royale, are you enjoying the festivities?

Eleanor: They are certainly festive…

Louis: I'm delighted to see Thornolia is continuing its friendship with Francesim. Do give my regards to your father.

Eleanor: If only you had the opportunity to send your regards in person.

(Long Pause)

Louis: I must say you are intriguing, Madame Royale, for an ambassador. My advisors told me about you, or at least, they told me what they’ve heard of you, so much so I wanted to see if it was true. 

Eleanor: Do tell. What do your advisors deem worthy information to tell you about me?

Louis: They say you're not very talkative, to put it simply. I'd like to invite you to Compiègne one of these days so we can get to know each other better. What do you say?

Eleanor: Tell me, sire, is that all it takes for you to impose yourself on a woman? To hear they are not very talkative?

Louis: Madame, you’ve got me all wrong. I'm just... 

Eleanor: Non. I’m afraid you have me all wrong. Perhaps you shouldn’t take everything you hear to heart, particularly from people who claim their loyalties only to hide their own agendas. Then you might be able to make valid conclusions about people all on your own. In fact, shall I share what I have heard about you? Louis: I'm all ears, Madame…

Eleanor: In the public eye you are the darling boy emperor who everyone loves to praise. Not a single hair out of place, not a single event you attend favouring you negatively. 

Louis: Not an unappealing narrative…

Eleanor: Perhaps the words I’ve heard are more favourable than I lead you on to believe. 

And yet…. watching you tonight it is easy to see why anyone would be hard pressed to see behind the smoke and mirrors act you project. And that’s all you are: Smoke and mirrors. You have had everything handed to you on silver platters and fed to you with silver spoons, and therefore you have no problem believing everyone you deign to speak with will bow down to give you anything you desire. So do forgive me, sire, if I refuse to be another.

Louis: … Last I knew, we are cut from the same cloth.

(Short Pause. this is when Eleanor shows the chink in her armour at Louis’s words)

Eleanor: That may be, Louis, but not everyone cares for their cloth the same way. 

Marie-Joséphine: Your Majesty, may I join you?... Louis: Of course, Mère.

Eleanor: Bonsoir, Madame Mère. 

Marie-Joséphine: Madame Royale. It's a pleasure to meet you. 

Eleanor: Truly, the pleasure is mine. My father was adamant I passed along his regards to you.

Marie-Joséphine: Merci, it’s appreciated.Eleanor: I’m afraid you must forgive me. Despite the lovely evening put together tonight I’m feeling a bit run down and must retire. Pardonnez-moi. (curtseys) Sire, Madame Mère. (Leaves)

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V rencontre Madame Royale de Thornolie durant le gala du couronnement. Ce n'est pas la première fois qu'elle se rend en Francesim, mais il n'avait jamais pu s'entretenir avec elle auparavant. Curieux, il déchante bien vite devant la personnalité froide d'Eleanor. Le jeune empereur espère ne pas avoir compliqué ses prochaines relations diplomatiques avec le royaume de Thornolie. Et aussi, qu'elle se soit faite une mauvaise idée de sa personne.

Louis : Madame Royale, appréciez-vous les festivités ?

Eleanor : Elles sont certainement festives...

Louis : Je suis ravi de voir que Thornolie continue son amitié avec la Francesim. Veuillez transmettre mes salutations à votre père.

Eleanor : Si seulement vous aviez l'opportunité de les transmettre en personne.

(Longue pause)

Louis : Je dois dire que vous êtes intrigante, Madame Royale, pour une ambassadrice. Mes conseillers m'ont parlé de vous, ou du moins, ils m'ont dit ce qu'ils avaient entendu sur vous, si bien que j'ai voulu voir si c'était avéré.

Eleanor : Dites-moi donc. Qu'est-ce que vos conseillers jugent digne de vous dire à mon sujet ?

Louis : Ils disent que vous n'êtes pas très bavarde, pour faire simple. J'aimerais vous inviter à Compiègne un de ces jours pour que nous puissions mieux nous connaître. Qu'en dites-vous ?

Eleanor : Dites-moi, sire, est-ce tout ce qu'il vous faut pour vous imposer à une femme ? Entendre dire qu'elle n'est pas très bavarde ?

Louis : Madame, vous m'avez complètement mal compris. Je suis juste...

Eleanor : Non. J'ai bien peur que ce soit vous qui m'ayez mal comprise. Peut-être ne devriez-vous pas prendre à cœur tout ce que vous entendez, surtout de la part de personnes qui prétendent leur loyauté uniquement pour cacher leurs propres agendas. Alors, vous pourriez être capable de tirer des conclusions valables sur les gens par vous-même. En fait, puis-je partager ce que j'ai entendu à votre sujet ?

Louis : Je vous écoute, Madame...

Eleanor : Aux yeux du public, vous êtes le jeune empereur chéri que tout le monde aime louer. Pas un seul cheveu de travers, pas un seul événement auquel vous assistez ne vous désavantage.

Louis : Un récit pas déplaisant...

Eleanor : Peut-être que les mots que j'ai entendus sont plus favorables que je ne vous l'ai laissé croire.

Et pourtant... en vous observant ce soir, il est facile de voir pourquoi il serait difficile de percevoir ce qui se cache derrière l'acte de fumée et de miroirs que vous projetez. Et c'est tout ce que vous êtes : de la fumée et des miroirs. On vous a tout donné sur des plateaux d'argent et nourri avec des cuillères en argent, et donc vous n'avez aucun problème à croire que tous ceux à qui vous daignez parler se prosterneront pour vous donner tout ce que vous désirez. Alors pardonnez-moi, sire, si je refuse d'être une autre.

Louis : ... Pourtant, nous sommes faits de la même étoffe

(Courte pause. C'est à ce moment qu'Eleanor montre une faille dans son armure aux mots de Louis)

Eleanor : C'est peut-être vrai, Louis, mais tout le monde ne prend pas soin de leur tissu de la même manière.

Marie-Joséphine : Votre Majesté, puis-je me joindre à vous ?...

Louis : Bien sûr, Mère.

Eleanor : Bonsoir, Madame Mère.

Marie-Joséphine : Madame Royale. C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer.

Eleanor : Vraiment, le plaisir est pour moi. Mon père était catégorique pour que je vous transmette ses salutations.

Marie-Joséphine : Merci, c'est apprécié.

Eleanor : Je crains que vous deviez me pardonner. Malgré la charmante soirée organisée ce soir, je me sens un peu fatiguée et je dois me retirer. Pardonnez-moi. (révérence) Sire, Madame Mère. (S'en va)

[rapha-reads]

Things from Interview With The Vampire s02e04 (ep11) I noticed:

[Edit 1: Actually this turned into a live-commenting, sorry]

[Edit 2: Keep in mind, I haven't read the books, so all of these observations are born from the show itself and the few (lots of) spoilers and narrative plot points I've gleaned here and there.]

Both Claudia and Louis are so bored with the coven. Or maybe bored isn't the word, but... Done? Frustrated and annoyed? Restless? Louis because he never intended to join and so cares not all for all their internal affairs. Claudia because she thought she'd finally have the life she wanted and instead is being forced to relive the tragedy of her life day after day.

And Armand rejoices in drawing them further apart, scolding and punishing Claudia while begging scraps from Louis.

And he's soooo jealous. The face he makes when Louis starts explaining what Dreamstat feels like is priceless.

Also, personal theory: either Louis is indeed suffering psychotic breaks after psychotic breaks, or just manifesting his own version of Lestat because he doesn't want to let go. Or Lestat can astral project and has been stalking Louis from the moment they left New Orleans.

The coven is tearing itself apart. And normally I'd add "and Armand isn't even seeing it/taking it seriously yet" but given that the whole of them are unreliable narrators and that Armand is a shady ass bitch whose only agenda is himself, I'd say he's well aware and purposefully making it worse.

I can't make sense of Santiago yet, though. Is he jealous? Ambitious? Is he fond of Claudia? Does he hate her? He definitely hates Louis, but is it just jealousy or real antipathy? Oh, but Louis is still my precious special kitten and that speech about Paris, art and modernity, as a contemporary culture student, made me vibrate a little out of my chair, and Santiago clowning him makes me want to claw his face. We get it, you hate him and you think he's pretentious, now can you shut up and let us talk a bit more about the art scene in Paris post-WW2 and why Louis is absolutely right, Picasso isn't all that impressive in the end? Thanks. Bacon tho, Bacon is interesting. My contemporary art teacher last year was excruciatingly boring, but he had a boner for both Louise Bourgeois and Bacon and we spent several hours on them (and not nearly enough about Mapplethorne, alas). Anyway. I feel ya, Lou. I have been called pretentious too for simply getting excited about art, culture and folkore.

I'm rooting for Louis and Claudia to kill them all off and run away to Italy. I know it won't happen, but one can dream, eh.

Is Armand messing up with both Daniel by getting into his mind and Louis by switching the photos? Interesting. Two people who have a shitton of issues stuck with a sadistic, insecure and bitter control freak who's been pulling the threads since way before anyone realises. And Louis is so lost in his trauma and grief and anger, he trusts Armand and doesn't see what's happening and been happening to him for 70 years, while Daniel is just a sad, sick old man who thinks he knows his life and what his future entails. Armand is definitely having fun.

"Je n'aime pas fenêtre quand fermée" is NOT FRENCH, MY EARS. I will be picky, I don't care for artistic licence. Correct sentence would be "je n'aime pas les fenêtres quand elles sont fermées". Admittedly, if it goes into a song, you'd have to respect the length of the line and all those musical measures. But still. You could shorten the numbers of syllables by dropping the language register: "j'aime pas les f'nêtres quand elles sont fermées" ; from 12 or 13 to 9, the original line being 8 or 9. Depending on whether you say "je-n'ai-me-pas" or "je-n'aim-pas" and "fe-nê-tres" or "fe-nêtres". Anyway. I'm sure the writers had those discussions (I hope; hey, AMC, hire me, I'm a good proofreader and I speak 5 languages).

Me: oh, Louis isn't even bothering now, he's directly talking to... Wait, is Lestat eating that photo? If it's Dreamstat: the hell is going on in your head, Louis? If it's Astral Lestat: that is certainly a choice, my friend.

"Barely Balthasar", LMAO, Lestat I fucking love you. Poor Balthasar always gets forgotten in adaptations. Nope, we're not here to talk R&J, moving on.

Armand: "this is my tragic backstory. Feel pity for me. I'm the good guy." Me: yeaaah, how much of this is actually real? And, uh, no, like Lestat said: ha! You're a storyteller and a conman, Armand. You weave your story to pluck at the heart's threads of your audience, modulating it to their sensibilities to better serve your own interests and your plans. What are those interests, these plans? Hell if I know. But I absolutely do not trust you at all.

HANDS OFF CLAUDIA OR I'LL BITE

"The wilderness that is our daughter" have I said lately how much I love Lestat.

Oh, hello, the Loustat scene on the bench just broke my heart, which is funny if you consider that that's just Louis breaking up with himself. Also, do we consider Louis knew about the initials in the pocket, and Dreamstat is saying what Louis wants him to say, or is it another unreliable narrator Louis, or is it Lestat himself...?

Aw, going from the Loumand scene on the bench to "toxic gay divorce with body count" sure is a tonal shift. Lmao. You're losing your touch, Armand. Louis' awakening. Daniel's awakening... San Francisco next, that will be fun. Excited to see how they've changed that part, knowing it's the red thread of the first book.

...

Oooh, that got long. Apologies. I really need to sit and read those books.

[katherines-imagines]

Neteyam Head-cannons

Ik I havent posted in forever lol but here’s some one shots.

•Neteyam is definitely cocky.

•He’ll be bragging, teasing, just a big ‘ol ass before and after starting to dating.

•I think if you were human, he wouldn’t like you at first.

•I mean, Neytiri IS his mom, and she doesn’t trust them at all, so I feel she would teach Neteyam to think the same.

•I think at first he would think your pathetic and disregard you until you eventually get pissed and prove yourself worthy.

•After that it will sort of be a competition between you.

•Who’s better at hunting, cooking, fighting, etc., it’s always a competition.

•I think that someone will have to point it out to him that he likes you.

•Like imagines Jake asking about you, and Neteyam is saying he doesn’t care.

•and Jake being like, “bitch wtf,” and having to mansplain it to him.

•At first he’ll deny it all he wants, but eventually he’ll get it.

•From then on, he tries to impress you, but subtly so you don’t know.

•I just know that one day your gonna be frustrated, prob bc someone from the village said smth abt u being a sky human, and Neteyam is just bothering you and you blow up.

•You’ll yell him why he’s always mean to you, and he’ll yell back because he loves you.

•There’s gonna be like a pause, and your gonna ask does he mean it.

•”Of course I fucking love you Y/n, how could I not?”

•After that you two sont really get together, but your definitely more flirty.

•Eventually, Neytiri tells Neteyam to man up and tell you how he feels (even though he already did 🤭)

•Of course he’s gonna be confused and ask Neytiri why, bc she hates sky people.

•She then says it reminds her of herself and Jake. Saying that she knows he really loves her, and she only wants the best.

•It’s gonna be so cute on how he asks you out tho.

•Literally right after this talk, he’s running around the village looking for you.

•I imagine kind of a book of life moment, where he’s running to you.

•”Y-/N!! I love you!! (The book of life scene where Manolo is running after the train saying he will wait for Maria)

•Y’all are so gonna be cute together.

•His siblings definitely tease him about you.

•ESPECIALLY LO’AK.

•Kiri and you will be close of course

•Tuk wants to play dolls with you and will beg you to spend time with her instead of Neteyam (cutieeee)

•Jake and Neytiri are your biggest fans

•Y’all will have problems along the way, about being sky human, the villages opinions, etc., but that’s what it takes in a relationship :)

A/N: Hope you guys liked this, and I wanna start writing more, so just leave comments or requests!!

[peaky-shelby]

NEW ROMANTICS | MBAPPE [15]

» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.

» chapter 15: The Lucky One

» Writer's note: I'll meet you in the end.

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Taylor’s phone didn’t ring again that night, probably because it had died again while she was exchanging a quick laugh with Ethan. Kylian was sitting far away from her, close to his father and the distance was helping keep themselves in check. Kylian’s mother was in deep conversation with Beth, while Lily was playing around the backyard with Kylian’s nephew and niece, like they were old time friends. The celebration dinner was at his family’s house and it wasn’t just them, close friends and family, even Neymar had come along with his sister and there drinks and champagnes and music to numb away the awkwardness she would have felt otherwise.

“hope you’re not planning on drinking that.” She said while Ethan opened a bottle of Coca-Cola. He turned to her raising his eyebrows.

“What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Don’t care if you shower with it but you are not drinking it, you already had one—”

“you’re not being serious—”

“Dead Serious.” She said, remaining calm and strict. Ethan searched Kylian with his eyes for his help and caught him looking at them, with a smile on his face. He huffed and puffed and left the bottle down, pushing it away from him. “Good boy.”

“Ms. Wilock!” She turned in the sound of her name, Kylian’s father, Wilfred, stood behind her and very quickly took the seat the next to hers, a glass of champagne in his hand. “I hear you are one of the new teachers in the academy. I hope my son is not giving you a hard time.”

“Which of the two?” she let the joke slip, hating herself the minute that she said it out loud. “I mean—when I was with Kylian—coaching him I mean—he was harder—more difficult—” she smiled “Ethan’s fine.”

“Yeah… you and Kylian had your moments, I remember. I mean it does make sense, doesn’t it?”

She was confused “what does?”

“I mean after everything you had written about him; you didn’t expect for you two to just be friends, right away, did you?” he laughed.

Her expression fell. She thought that she was done explaining herself for her work, seemed not. “Me and Kylian have moved passed that.”

“That’s nice. Cause I’ve seen you’ve rebranded your website. You are back at writing, aren’t you?”

“You fear I will turn against your son again?”

“Will you?”

“I was never against your son in the first place. I was simply doing my job. I’ll continue doing it.”

“I guess we ought to be careful of you then. Keep you close enough.”

His smile while he was being bitter was annoying her. He was pretty much an extra version of Kylian, sarcastic and passive aggressive to the point that it wasn’t so passive anymore. She took a deep breath in and forced a smile on her face “like I said, me and Kylian are not bitter with each other anymore, there’s no need to worry.”

“On the contrary that makes me worry even more.” He tilted his head to the side, looked in her eyes “Les rumeurs sont dangereuses.”

She understood the saying. It was one that made perfect sense in any language, rumors are dangerous and terrible and cruel and, in this case, what was worse is that they were true.

“Sir.”

“My number one job is looking after my kids and I always look after them. Especially when I think they are making a mistake.”

“He said you didn’t know.”

“I didn’t” he answered coldly. He moved closer, so only he could hear her “there’s no version of this that either of you survive the war they’re gonna have on you. Kylian’s reputation is hanging by a thread—”

“That’s because of PSG—”

“I hope that it will never be because of you.”

Kylian was watching them with the corner of his eye, he caught Taylor turning her napkin into hundreds tiny pieces and he knew something was off by her expression. Plus, he knew his father and that he wasn’t going to go easy on her. He got up quickly and went to join the conversation but she got up and left before he had the chance to say anything. Kylian looked at his father, raising his eyebrows.

“What did you say to her?”

“I just asked some questions.”

“What kind of questions?”

Wilfred stood up, fixing his tie “il faut être prudent” [you must be careful]

"de quoi ?" [of what?]

“Tu crois que je ne sais pas la vérité sur vous deux ?” [You think I don’t know what’s going on between you two?]

“Pa—”

“C'est dangereux!” he said a little louder.

Kylian’s mother joined their conversation, worried about the tension. That’s when he saw taylor picking up her sister’s stuff and leaving. He excused himself and went after her, stopping her just before she got in the car to drive away with her family.

“Whatever he said to you—”

“Lily is tired that’s why we are leaving.”

“you’re lying”

“Maybe but I’ve heard enough truths today and they are not any better so what’s the difference—”

“Taylor!”

“I’ll see you back at the house.” She said, but there was something bitter in her voice, like she wasn’t as excited and if her family wasn’t here, she wouldn’t have gone to the house at all. Maybe it was the way she kept saying house, instead of home. She left him stranded on the sidewalk, rubbing his head while she drove out of the gates.

“merde” he mumbled, turning around to get back in his old family home. That when he noticed his mother by the door, arms crossed to her chest, looking at him like he was 12 again and he had just done something bad on accident or said something before filtering himself and she was going to give him a lecture about it. Yet now that he was older, she didn’t have to say what she was thinking with words, to know what she was thinking. She was smiling, a comforting mother’s smile. She could have said all the things in the world, all the advices and worries and fears. Instead, all she said was;

“Your father used to look at me that way.”

And it summed up everything.

KYLIAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The floor creaked as he stepped in the bedroom. Taylor’s figure laid covered under the blue sheets on her side of the bed, sleeping. He walked around the bed just so he could catch a glimpse of her face, she looked calmer than before. He thought about waking her, maybe he would have because all he wanted to do was cuddle. He leaned closer, his head on her chest so he could hear her heartbeat, he smiled but his smile faded when he heard steps from inside the living room. He rushed in on his tiptoes and he couldn’t see anyone at first, then one of the chairs was dragged across the floor and for a moment he believed in ghost until he remembered, there was a tiny person staying his apartment now. He saw Lily climbing up on the chair and reaching for the cupboards

“Excuse me ma’am—” Lily jumped a little when she heard him and turned around to face him. She looked at her feet like she was guilty and Kylian smiled. “looking for something?” he walked closer to her and got one of the glasses. “water?” he asked and she nodded so he filled up the glass and gave it to her. He helped her down from the chair and she went and sat on the couch. He raised his eyebrow and followed her, sitting next to her. “can’t sleep?” he asked and she shook her head. Kylian looked at the time, it was 5am. He took one of the blankets and covered her body, keeping her warm. “do you usually wake up at this hour?”

“Mhm.” She answered, drinking her water.

“You want me to get mum?”

“no.”

He clicked his lips and watched at the little girl carefully. Then he looked at the table and grabbed the t remote, opening the television and Netflix. Lily moved closer to him when he did that and she started shaking her head as he passed through all the options until he reached a show called “INBESTIGATORS”. She moved her head up and down at that and cuddled closer to him while the tv played low in the background and it’s light filled the room. Soon he was asleep, with her next to him.

Taylor was worried when she realized he wasn’t next to her in the morning. She rubbed her eyes and put on her robe, went inside the living room. She caught a glimpse of his head laying on couch, the tv playing a kid’s show and she went closer. There was something adorable about the sight, him with her sister, asleep. She wondered how the hell they even ended up like that. She would have asked if it wasn’t for her phone ringing from inside the bedroom. Her ringtone was loud so she ran inside to pick it up before anyone else woke up.

“hello?” she asked, almost breathless.

“Ms. Wilock?”

“yes.”

“I’m coach Wiegman, remember me?”

She thought she was still in a dream because in what world was the head coach of the national English team calling and asking if she remembered her. “of course.” She laughed and sat on her bed “Wha-what can I do for you?”

“I was hoping we could meet during the week. We can talk about Australia”

“this week?”

“Yes.”

She shut her eyes, rubbing her forehead “i—I’m not in England. I’m in paris.”

“You’re working for Paris-saint Germaine again?”

She hesitated “kinda.”

“So you’re not available?"

She wanted to scream “no I am- we can—give me some time, and I’ll contact you again by Monday. Would that be ok?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you.”

She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder. Turned around quickly to look at him, he looked sleepy and exhausted, so much so that she wondered what time he slept last night. He stroked her shoulder, letting out a yawn. “all good?” he asked and she had no idea what to answer. Should she admit her happiness? How would that work considering that her happiness would take her away from him? Was she supposed to lie and pretend? Did she really want any more lies between them? Any more bitterness?

She went for the third option, fell in his arms and hugged him as tight as she could, cause he had grown to be so important to her in so many ways. Kylian accepted the hug, no questions asked and puled her closer, giving her the comfort she needed. He kissed the top of her head.

“I’m sorry about my dad."

“I’m sorry for running out.”

He snorted “we are getting better at this” he mumbled in her hair and she smiled.

“Maybe.” She paused, closed her eyes “but it’s still going to fast.”

She felt him tense in her arms and pull back, there was this expression on his face like he wanted to know more and wanted to change the subject at the same time. She didn’t even know where to begin, all she could say was “they called me from London.”

“About what?”

She never got to finish what she was saying. Lily had gotten up and so had Beth. Taylor rushed inside to help them with everything. Kylian sat on the bed, looked at her spot and he could swear, he could already see her shape disappearing.

They were the best at ignoring situations and pretending everything is alright, so that’s what they did while Beth and lily were staying with them. It was a sort of silent agreement between them. Taylor would spend most of her time with them, driving them around her favorite places and then Lily would tell Kylian all about it when she’d get back home. Taylor would watch them laughing together from the other corner of the room and she liked the view more than she liked to admit.

“Are you going to come back to england with Tay?” she asked him while sitting on his lap. Taylor almost dropped the glass she was washing when she heard the question and looked at them from the kitchen. She didn’t know if they knew that she could hear them so she remained completely still, waiting for kylian to respond, unaware of why she cared as much for his answer.

“Do you want me to?”

She nodded. “I want you both.”

Kylian smiled “you miss her?”

“Sometimes. But it’s nice to have this nice house too.”

“Well, you can come any time, even when you are grown.” He rubbed his nose against hers and she laughed.

“Can I bring all my friends too?”

“All of them. Every single one.”

“Thank you Kyky!” she dropped her body on his and laid on his chest. Kylian rubbed her back, enjoying the moment.

“You won’t have to miss your sister for too long, I think.” He whispered and she heard it.

The day they left taylor took the long way back to the house, it’s like she knew that she’d face a storm once she got there, they both would. She never told him about the offer, even though she was certain that she’d take it. Yet, deep down she felt like he already knew at least some of the truth or had figured it out by himself.

She put the keys on the lock, unlocking slowly, expecting a wave to hit her the minute she was inside the leaving room. She was met with the familiar sound of tv playing on the background and Kylian’s figure sitting and chilling on his side of the couch. She walked slowly over to him and left the keys on the table, neither of them saying anything at all to each other. They watched television, ignoring the demons sitting in between them. The episode was over and they had to make a decision, keep going like this or talking. Kylian was the one that reached for the remote and shut off the television before the next episode started.

Silence. Who knew silence could be so cold?

“When are you leaving?” he asked and somehow the question was colder. She cuddled herself, shrinking in her corner of the couch.

“how much do you know?”

He bit his lip and looked at his hands “I spoke with Jude.” She scoffed and got up, annoyed. “you weren’t exactly talking to me Taylor—”

“So you decided to go behind my back like you’ve always done—”

“What was your plan? Packing up and leaving without saying anything at all?”

“You really think I’d do that?” she asked, louder.

“I don’t know. I mean I thought we were better at this, right? But turns out our communication is still as shit as it used to be the day we met—”

“Maybe that means something!” she shouted.

“like what?”

“That this—” she waved their hand between them “this is not supposed to be like this.”

Kylian looked in her eyes, hoping to find a lie in her eyes, an excuse to believe that she didn’t mean what she said but she did. And what’s worse is that she was right. He had given her so much, so quick, on hopes that it would make up for all the reasons that they couldn’t be together. He was trying to fix a sinking ship with paper towels. She approached him, slowly, sitting next to him and reaching for his hands, interlocking her fingers with him.

“your father never said anything offensive really. He just held up a mirror. Rumors are a dangerous thing. Honestly I don’t know if he’s trying to protect you or me.” She brushed her thumb over his skin, she was going to miss this feeling. “You did so much for me ever since I came back and I want to offer the same and I can’t because I don’t have it. I’m not talking about material things, I’m talking about myself” she paused “this has been one of the happiest periods of my life but you know me. I can’t stay in one place for to long and I can’t be following you around forever either.” she sighed “I can’t be Mbappe’s girlfriend, at least not now that I’m starting out.” She smiled, thinking of her small successes “the website is doing great. If I go to Australia for the world cup, I can journal so many more teams and have so much more stuff to talk about. Maybe a stable position in the national team.”

“you should go.” He whispered.

She raised her head immediately. Found his eyes. He meant it.

He moved his fingers so he’d be holding her hand better and forced a smile on his face. “I was the reason you lost one chance at this, I’m not going to be the reason you lose a second. You should go, and I’ll even help you pack your bags before you change your mind.” He stroked her cheek, his thumb stroking over the tears that had appeared under her eyes “cause it’s what you deserve. A career bigger than anything I could ever give you.”

She sniffed back the tears but that didn’t really help. She wiped them away and looked deep in his eyes, held his face in her small hands.

“you were my little death.” She whispered, her voice breaking and he lowered his head at her confession because it was to heavy for him. So she held his face tighter and forced him to look at her while she continued “we did so much good for each other. I didn’t even know what being in love was like before you” She smiled “and now I’ll always love you like I’ll never love anyone else.”

He smiled, holding on her hands. He used to be scared of love himself. He used to be afraid of loving people, terrified that that alone would hurt them eventually. He had a choice of loving her enough to let her go and he would.

“Me too.” He said in between his sobs and leaned his forehead on hers, needing to be as close to her as possible. “Ma petite mort.” They were both crying, both letting it sink in that this was not the time for them and that was ok. She’d go. He’d stay and they would be ok.

The next week passed by quickly. She was happy that she was there for the announcement of Kylian getting assigned as Captain for his National Team. She was there when she got the call confirming it and jumped on him the minute he hanged up. She didn’t let him go that night, not because it was one of their last nights together but because she wanted him to always remember what her embrace felt like. She stroked his hair while he stayed wrapped around her, his head laid on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. She had a unique kind of rhythm; he had memorized it. Making sure that it always beat as it should be. That was the last celebration the shared together and not through long distance text messages that were kept short on purpose in an attempt to save each other the heartbreak. Of course, they, didn’t even know that.

Kylian tickled her under the sheets and she fought with him, trying to roll away and save herself from his annoying fingers. He enjoyed listening to that laugh, he wanted to record it and use it as an alarm in the morning. Taylor grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stop and rolled on top of him, holding his hands down. He looked up at her, smiling because he was enjoying the view.

“You’re being naughty.”

“I have to annoy you while I still have the time.”

She lowered her body, reaching his lips and pecking them softy “you’ll be annoying me way after I’m gone for a long long time.” She whispered.

“really?” he smirked “how is that?” he slid his hand away from her hold and let it hover over her hips.

She licked her lips, already feeling the torture piling up, already needing him. “you’re really going to make me say it?”

He other hand reached under the blanket, his fingers gently brushing up and down her spine. She wanted to slap that smirk of his face. “you’re gonna get all shy on me now?”

“I don’t get shy.” She shook her head, biting her bottom lip “and I told you the day we met I don’t get intimidated either.”

“So, tell me.” He hand moved closer to her thigh and she gulped. She let her body fall next to his and reached for his hand under the sheets, interlocking her fingers with his. She pulled it closer to her body and down to her inner thigh and she smiled when she saw him getting serious.

“you’ll annoy me because I’ll never be able to forget your touch.” She moved closer, her lips barely touching his “ever.” She whispered and he took it as an initiative to touch her, the only way he knew how. His fingers crawled under her underwear and made direct contact with her clit, pushing and stroking lightly while she tilts her body back, enjoying it, taking it. He moved over her, his lips on her neck, licking and biting on her skin, just under her ear. The thought that anybody else would be doing these things to her was driving him insane and if anyone else had to make her feel like that, then he had to remain the best, the most memorable.

She gasped for air as he slid his fingers inside her, while his lips remained on hers, sucking on her. He could take her life right now and she wouldn’t complain. She wouldn’t say anything, she’d let him do it. But maybe that’s what was so dangerous about them, how easily they’d ruin themselves just to have each other. When he got his fingers out, she tasted herself from him and he grinned as she did that. He took off her night gown, revealing her body, the body that he had grown to love in ways that he’d never be able to put in words. He could only show her by worshipping as he had done on the first night, in her small messy apartment. The night when he felt a threat about this woman and it was never about the reports, it was because she could see through him, he had allowed her too without even realizing it. He left open-mouthed kisses on her stomach while she messed with his short curls, the only fingers that were allowed to touch them and mess with them as they pleased.

She thought of how his dirty mouth on the first day they met had cursed her and how now he made her feel like she was a holy prayer in between those very same lips. She thought of how she had tried to refuse these lips and failed it’s time because if it was a sin, it was the most heavenly one she had committed and she knew that in one way or another she’d commit it again.

They reached their climax together while he was inside her and they held on each other, making a note of this moment in their heads. He let his body fall on hers while they breathed loudly on each other’s ear, like they had just come out of the ocean. One last time, so they’d always remember killing each other and bringing each other back to life repeatedly.

Next night was her last in Paris...

They arranged a dinner, this time she wasn’t going leave without saying goodbye to her favorite people. They sat on Kylian’s living room. Kylian was sitting on the couch and she was sitting on the floor in between his legs, her one had tight around his leg and the other holding a glass of the finest red wine that Kylian could have found.

“I think Leo is relieved.” Said Kylian, pointing at his teammate.

Messi laughed, shaking his head “I’m just happy I won’t have to be wary of catching you two together on the showers anymore.”

Taylor chocked on one of the chips she was swallowing when he said that. She started coughing, bending forward while Kylian patter her back repeatedly to help her. She took a deep breath, clearing her throat and looked at Leo and Antonella. Leo had a smirk on his face, Antonella was sipping on her wine like giving a playful look back at her. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Neymar was laughing like a kid, that obnoxious loud laugh of his. Kylian, stroked her shoulder, comforting her. “Leo was there one of the times you and I—you know—”

“NO, he wasn’t!”

“I wasn’t there for the whole thing, no.”

“I—” she struggled, she wanted to hide under the couch and never come out at all “you mean—did he? When—where—oh my god I wanna die.”

“Hey listen it’s ok!” said Neymar, filling his mouth with enough chips “you’re not the first ones he’s catching in action—”

“I’m gonna throw up.” She looked at Kylian “you knew about this?”

“He kinda told me after you left.”

“Told you what?”

“He had seen us a couple of times—”

“A COUPLE OF TIMES?” She got up, walking back and forth in the room. Even Antonella was laughing now, but perhaps the most comedic one of all was Ramos, who had stayed with his mouth half open and a piece of chocolate cake on his hand, looking between all the people on the room. Kylian noticed it, nodding towards him.

“You ok man?”

“You two dated before she came back from England?”

“he’s only getting that now?” Asked Neymar, looking at Antonella.

“You boys are known for your quick passing, not quick thinking.” She said, smiling. Neymar rolled his eyes.

“What matters is that I was the first to figure it out.” Said Neymar, raising his glass.

“Hm.” Messi tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes “pretty sure I caught them before you figured it out.”

Neymar looked at him annoyed. “no you didn’t.”

The two started arguing about it. Taylor sat on Kylian’s lap, getting comfortable while Ramos joined the argument, complaining that they should have let him in on the secret. They were like little boys, her boys. Kylian kissed her cheek, while he watched them as well and the two cuddled as close at they could to each other. “I’ll miss this.” She admitted and he smiled.

No one wanted to leave that night. The boys started playing FIFA around 1am, promising that they’d stop every five minutes but it was already 4am and they were still playing, drunk and loudly. Taylor started cleaning up, hoping that that would get em getting up soon. Antonella caught up on it and started helping. The two of them ended up alone in the kitchen over the sink. Taylor was washing and Antonella was drying the dishes, wiping them with a towel.

“it’s a huge opportunity. I have Jude to thank for that.”

“And yourself. Don’t forget that.” She said and taylor looked up at her, handing her another dish “Jude helped but if it wasn’t for your talent and your hard work, you wouldn’t be getting anything. Humans tend to forget that, give more credit to other than they do to themselves.”

Taylor smiled “yeah I guess you’re right.” She looked behind her at the boys on the couch, she could only see half his face but it was enough considering tomorrow she wouldn’t be able to see any of it “but people really help each other, don’t they? One person can make such a huge difference.”

“It doesn’t have to be the end, you know?”

She looked at Antonella “doesn’t it?”

“No.” she smiled. She looked to where Taylor was looking before “I’ve been where you are now, in a way. Look at us now.” She looked back at Taylor “the first time he left for Barcelona I couldn’t imagine we’d end like this. First loves work out only in movies and books.” She grinned “I was wrong.”

Taylor felt a tear roll down her eyes, she wiped it away quickly, forcing a smile on her face “you were lucky.”

“Maybe. But anyone who has felt love like this is as lucky as us and luck may take time but if you have it, it always works out in the end. When it’s supposed to be.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Neymar was the last one to leave. Taylor helped to his car when his driver arrived. He stopped out of it and looked at her, smiling. “I knew you had it in you the day I met you.”

“Did you?” she asked, smiling.

“I won’t say goodbye.” She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Because we will see each other again soon. Some sort of award show, Balloon d’or.” She laughed, looking up at him.

“What am I getting it for?”

“You’ll be head coach of national team one day.”

“Oh really? You think so?”

“I know so. We’ll be on the sidelines.”

“Neymar Jr. on the sidelines—“

“Don’t forget Leo.”

“Of course, how silly of me, Neymar Jr and Lionel Messi, on the sidelines. It sounds like the beginning of a really bad joke.”

He shrugged “you’ll see.”

“I’m sure.” She smiled and stepped forward, tying her arms around him. “I’ll miss you no matter how long it takes to see you again. Do me a favor.”

“What?” he whispered in her hair.

“Don’t give up yet. Your final game, it needs to be somewhere you are respected, with both your feet on the ground. It needs to be a show to be hold and I wanna be there for it.”

He was crying too now. He pulled back and smiled at her through the tears, he nodded “deal.”

When everyone left, they made a cup of coffee for each and sat on the balcony. Watching the sunrise, cuddled with each other. little Luna was laying curled up in a ball I between them. They agreed of her going to the airport alone and skipping over the melodrama, they didn’t want to have that memory and they promised this would be their last memory together, laughing and talking about work while the sun came up. Taylor realized in that moment she wasn’t afraid of daylight finding them together anymore and if the sun dared to ask what she was doing, she’d answer in one breath “loving him.” And in her heart, she knew that he’d answer exactly the same and that was enough.

It wasn’t short time, he thought while he tangled his fingers with hers and hid his face on her hair, it was a whole life that they’d eventually live again, maybe somewhere else, as different people.

“You sure you don’t wanna take her?” he asked, while Taylor was petting luna behind her ear.

“I’m afraid she’d find London incredibly dull.” She whispered “she’s a true parisian.” she smiled "take good care of her please."

He smiled and squeezed her closer to him. "i will."

“And Don’t let Real Madrid go. Chase it, PSG is comfortable but every golden cage is.”

“on one condition.” He spoke.

“I’m listening.”

“No matter how many years. You’ll be there for my first match with Real Madrid, no matter where and how we are.”

She smiled, looked at the sun and the orange sky. Luna moved a little, getting more comfortable, she squinted her eyes so she wouldn’t go completely blind by the sun. How romantic,she thought. She knew exactly what to say.

“I promise.”

Ummmmmm.... It's over? I guess so. It feels so weird having spent so much time with you and these characters to just let go. I got to meet so many people because of this story and made incredible friends. It helped me bring back my creativity and have fun and allowed me to be spontaneous. What started as a one shot finished as a 200+ pages and 116.000k+ words. It's insane. Thank you for allowing me to turn a silly fan fiction into a whole ass novel and have the time of my life 🥺 it was an insane ride and i can't wait to hear your final thoughts and feelings on the story. You think Taylor keeps her promise in the end? Are they going to meet again? Will their love story be as epic as the one of Antonella and Messi? We'll see 🫣