#We Bise!

[thatsbelievable]

[takethemonetandletsgogh]

my male coworker keeps acting way too comfortable with me like touching my back and stuff I hate him

[fellhellion]

I need to invent a time machine and ask that one French girl I met at like 16. why she full on kissed me on the cheek goodbye and not the whole la bise we’re talking lips to cheek

[hiimcanadia]

Also the other thing is that I feel like the process of learning a language is actually really fun? Like I took a year of French in hs and knowing/speaking a little French is cool but I absolutely loved getting to learn and especially finding out how the language is influenced by culture and hearing my teacher talk about accents and regional differences and all those super fascinating little things like it was one of my favorite classes ever

[notherpuppet]

Can we have a TIIIIINY spoiler

lol okay (I’m just gonna assume u mean my deer nanny?)

Honestly idk when i’ll articulate this short comic that takes place in the au. But it’s called “Bises”

[shapelytimber]

⭐ Besties on break ⭐

It's up as a print on my inprint ! :))

Kiki 4 bouba type ship

Loved imagining Uhura's space btw !!!! I had so much fun with the background ! Does it make sense ? Not really- but the vibes are here (I kept unconsciously adding tribbles kfkfk had to stop myself at six otherwise I would have just filled the scene with them)

[COMMISSION] - [PRINTS]

Process and rambling below vvv

The fact that quiji, back in 2022, showed me like 2 episodes before we watched the first movie.... And that I didn't hate it (still think the beginning is way too slow, especially for someone not really familiar with the characters, and the uniforms are *horrible*), should have been a sign that this fucking show would eventually consume my brain fklfof

Anyway this summer we watched more of the show and also watched up to the fourth movie ! And omfg the fourth one in particular rewrote my brain ckfkkf the Nimoy vision is incredible, the blorbos in silly situations after a pretty angsty movie, their flop era in a space clio 2, the whales- also thank god the marine biologist and old ass Kirk didn't have a romance (I'm choosing to interpret her as french, so that the little kiss on the cheek at the end is just a normal bise, the normal way to say goodbye to someone you now concider your friend <3 and not a hint of romantic interest toward this man who is 1) already married to Spock and 2) could be her dad)

I am now normal about this show I promise ! :)))))

[reidswhre]

Hii! Do you still take requests? I have an idea but i don’t know if anyone has done anything similar. Spencer meets the reader for the first time and does the whole pathogens handshake speech. Reader is like ok got it! And does the french greeting la bise. Reader is confident/flirty and spencer is rendered speechless

spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: just flirting

a/n: in my country we greet everyone this way and i didn’t know it had a name :0 i searched it and my mind blow up loll tysm for sending it hope u like it ^^

Working as a detective in the NYPD didn’t used to be too risky; it was mostly arrests or things like that.

But recently, there was a series of murders (which you were assigned to) that got pretty intense, so the BAU was brought in to help with the case.

“Follow me, the team just arrived,” your boss said, poking his head into your office. You followed him right away.

“Good afternoon, I’m Agent Hotchner. This is Agent Morgan, and our communications liaison, Agent Jareau,” a tall man with dark hair introduced them.

“Nice to meet you. I’m the lead agent,” you said after introducing yourself by name.

“Pleased to meet you. Dr. Spencer Reid is in the conference room, going over the case,” he informed you.

“Go fill him in on what we have,” your boss ordered, and you quickly obliged.

You headed to where Dr. Reid was—at least, that’s what the agent had called him.

You walked in and saw him standing in front of the whiteboard, looking over all the information you’d gathered this past week.

“Pretty tough, huh?” you asked as you approached him.

“What?” He turned to you, looking a little confused. “Oh, yes, it is. All of these cases are.”

“They are.” You introduced yourself by name, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Dr. Spencer Reid,” he replied, looking at your hand a bit awkwardly. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t usually shake hands.”

“Oh,” you raised an eyebrow and lowered your hand, curiosity instantly piqued.

“I didn’t mean to offend! It’s nothing personal—I just…I don’t shake hands with anyone.” He scratched the back of his neck, clearly nervous.

“I’m not offended,” you replied with a playful smile, leaning against the table. “Why not?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Do you have any idea how many germs get passed around with a single handshake?” he informed you. “Actually, it’s safer to kiss.”

His comment made you raise your eyebrows. “Really?” you asked, smiling with a bit of playful intent.

You leaned in, brushing your cheek against his in a pretend kiss. la bise.

“Is that better, Dr. Reid?” you whispered softly near his ear before pulling back and leaning against the table again.

“Oh- I- uh- no,” Spencer stammered, clearly flustered.

That made you smile, and you decided to tease him a little.

“No? What do you mean by no?” you raised an eyebrow, moving a little closer.

“I didn’t mean ‘no’ exactly, it was—it’s just—umm…”

“Because if that didn’t work, I could give you a more appropriate one” you replied with a grin.

Spencer’s eyes went wide, and you were sure you could see him blushing from miles away.

You laughed. “I’m joking, Doctor,” you gave him a meaningful look.

“Are you?” he blinked rapidly.

“Would you like me not to be?” you asked, smiling.

“Well, I—” Spencer was cut off by his boss arriving in the doorway.

“What do we have?” Agent Hotchner walked in, taking off his jacket and settling in, signaling that your little game was over.

“Thirst,” you said, stepping away from Reid with a small smile. “I’m going to get some water. Anyone else?”

“I’d appreciate it,” Hotch replied.

“And you, germ boy?” you asked, looking at Spencer.

“No- I- I’m fine,” he looked away, clearly flustered.

“Of course you are,” you said, turning on your heel to leave.

[gayhoediaz]

“if it doesn’t lead to buddie i don’t want buck to be bise-“ are you seriously telling me. that in a universe where we do not get canon buddie. you would. prefer for them. to not. explore a main, traditionally masculine male character’s sexuality at all?

can’t relate.

[ohsunnyboy]

steal your night (part 1) | sung hanbin ˚₊‧⁺˖

you never knew you had a boyfriend until sung hanbin eats your tiramisu and steals your heart under the stars of monaco

SERIES: a night in monaco — one, two

TAGS: fake dating, strangers to lovers, business man!hanbin, gn!reader, flirty hanbin and you ehe, meet cute <3, summer vibes

A/N: sorry for the disappearance lmao take my hanbin pining as an apology, and as always, purely self indulgent

WORDS: ~1300

Trouble comes when dessert is served.

Everything considered, it’s horrible timing. Sun setting just so over the Mediterranean, hearty chatter firing all around in all sorts of languages and your wine being warm company on a supposedly lonely night. It makes a perfect set-up as your spoon hovers mid-air as you prepare to dig into some well-deserved tiramisu.

Until someone slides into the very empty seat across from you, slips a crisp black business card across the table to you – it reads 'Sung Hanbin' – and uttering the most insane thing yet: "Love, I'm so sorry for being late!"

What.

You barely get to say anything before he's swooping in for la bise. As you lean in, his expensive cologne lingers like smoke in the air. It's a narrow dodge of your lips, but he swerves and lands a quick kiss to your right cheek and then dares to go for a second on your left. Consider yourself stunned because all you do is watch him pull away and a grin at you with a gorgeous smile.

You want to sit and gape for a second, let yourself breathe, and now with a longer look, let him breathe.

This, Hanbin, has flushed cheeks and is twitchy with how he holds your hand – when did that happen?! – across the table. There's a light sheen of sweat on his skin and not due to the heat, more like he's either embarrassed or nervous about this. He breathes in short, sharp gasps as if he's been running and mouths something to you.

Please play along. His hand still holds yours, and he squeezes just so.

Hanbin turned his head to the right slightly. Stood at a table near the entrance was a woman with a flowy silver dress on and hair pulled into quite a severe bun. Her pointed heels tapping on the spot and her jittery eyes glance over at you two, but quickly look somewhere else when she catches your curious gaze.

“She’s been trying to get me to buy her a meal all day,” he sighs. “Thing is, I even saw her scoping me out yesterday at a bar last night. I was naïve enough to buy her a drink to start some conversation, but she’s taken it as personal permission to stalk me. She clearly hasn’t gotten the memo.” And he squeezes your hand again, this time to comfort himself.

“What about me? What if I turn out to be some crazy that’s out to steal your Amex and claim my fifth husband?”

“You? No way, you have a top shelf wine and a second plate of tiramisu in front of you already. You're doing perfectly fine without my money," Hanbin lists before his gaze turns considering. "Unless... you weren't lying about the husbands.”

You laugh into your wine and eye Hanbin over the rim. "You wouldn’t look too bad in a wedding tux, pretty boy, who knows?”

The long column of Hanbin’s neck is exposed thanks to the open collar of his shirt. Revealing the delicate sun, moon and star on his collar that only keeps you stuck in wonder for longer.

You can only imagine how smooth the skin feels – under your hands and lips – but maybe that’s the wine talking when he sits there fine and handsome against the candlelight. The sunset paints saturated hues against his skin, you can barely see the blush that peeks above his collar thanks to it.

If you friends were here, you know what they’d say about him: trouble, hot and wealthy trouble.

“Eyes up here, love.” Your eyes leap back up to Hanbin’s to only see amusement in them. Getting caught flushes your face with heat but his eyes are dark enough to forget yourself in.

You try to push on, clearing your throat and pulling yourself together. “So, the deal is we act like lovers the rest of the night?” The weight of the word lovers is a syrupy one, overtly sweet and something far from familiar for you but Hanbin only smiles at it.

“Of course, love. Shouldn’t be too hard with someone as sweet as you,” he grins however his eyes still linger on that woman in silver, clearly on edge.

You drum your fingers on the table, the rush of meeting each other melting quickly in the air. Awkward tension is bound to seep in soon and you'll be damned if it does! you're not losing this chance no matter how much trouble this man could be.

A stroke of brilliance brings you to push forward your untouched plate of tiramisu over to him, careful with the spoon balancing precariously on the plate. “What?” you smile at his confused face. “I wasn’t eating it anyway and you need a distraction.” But he just raises his brows like he doesn't believe it.

At his reluctance, you sigh and begin to flag down a waitress.

“Hey! Hey, don’t kick me out please—I’ll eat it!… even pay for it!—” Hanbin flusters even further as you push a finger against his soft lips to shut him up as the waitress arrives.

It’s a beat of silence.

“Two more tiramisus, please.” Hanbin’s laugh of disbelief trails the waitress as she leaves.

What you do find out is that it’s stupidly easy to talk to Hanbin. You tell him why you’re even here in Monaco: about your crazy best friends marrying after years of adventures, about being the responsible one in a group of misfits, about growing up and never quite finding the one unlike how they did. Loneliness is a familiar tale on your tongue, the wine tinging everything you say with bitter honesty you’ve never been able to let out with anyone else.

With Hanbin, you learn about his job as a business consultant: his annoying – but endearing! – juniors Yujin and Gyuvin, how him and Zhang Hao – his other colleague – are out here for strictly business. Until of course, he met you.

“What are your doing out here so alone, anyway?” he probed. He’s so much closer now, having moved his chair to be next to you instead of opposite you. “You’re too pretty to be single but I really hope you are.”

You shrug off the flirting for once and let yourself disappear back into the chair. “Everyone else I know are in relationships so they’re all away on dates across the city. I figured stealing myself away on a self-date would be better than sitting lonely in a hotel room all night.” 

He hums, a low and melodic thing. You can feel the heat of him next to you, the weight of his presence and the cut of his cologne all over again. Though nothing prepares you when Hanbin takes your hand in his.

He raises it, gentle and kind, slow and despairing, and presses his lips to your ring finger.

"Well then, may I steal your night?" he asks like a dare. A whisper barely heard but shared between you two.

Eyes far too low and gaze far too heavy for a look between strangers. The implications are clearer than the night sky above. Hanbin's lips linger with a smirk, and you can feel everything in you screaming to look away before you melt into the floor but all you can do is stare.

Trouble. Is what your mind is screaming. It's what you really want after all this pining in silence. Someone to crash into your life and take you with them.

"You don't even know my name."

It comes out like an accusation. Trouble, trouble, trouble. It brings you here and leaves you dizzy, craving for more.

"Why would I need it, love. You'll be saying mine all night.”

The woman is long gone into the night so there's no need for this play-pretend. But trouble looks you in the eyes and you kiss him with a heart that yearns for more.

ahjbsdkh thanks so much for reading <33 i had a lot of fun writing this so a like and reblog would be nice if you enjoyed :] ⭒ masterlist

[pochiperpe90]

[Eng] Elle Italia - Daily Venezia: THE HISTORY IS US

Luca Marinelli is almost unrecognizable in the role of Mussolini in the series M. Son of the Century, directed by Joe Wright. Two greats together to tell one of the darkest and most criminal periods in History

Personal opinion: M. Son of the Century is one of the masterpieces of the 2024 Mostra. It's a shame it can't win, because it's a TV series, even if its director continues to call it a film. A seven-hour long film, which will be released in eight episodes on Sky and Now in the early months of 2025. It’s produced by Sky Studios and Lorenzo Mieli for The Apartment, a Fremantle group company, based on the novel by Antonio Scurati, written by Stefano Bises and Davide Serino. The director is Joe Wright, the protagonist is Luca Marinelli. It tells with historical accuracy the rise of Mussolini and our country's surrender to dictatorship.

Sensitive material, it reminds us that we invented fascism, and perhaps a foreign director, let's say, could have approached it with greater detachment, without our sense of guilt.  Wright looks at me almost with pity, in a good way: “But I share that sense of guilt, I reject national borders, there are no nations: the similarities between us human beings are more than the differences, I feel as responsible as you Italians…I was very careful to tell the truth without being didactic, I tried to understand without sympathizing, maintaining a critical distance... Mussolini was fascinating, he seduced a nation and many others. If I hadn't shown that charm then people might have thought that Italians were all idiots. That balance was my main concern... On a more personal level it's a series about toxic masculinity, which is like nothing else in us, we have it inside us. We have to understand our responsibilities and turn our backs on them, so as not to end up morally bankrupt".

Every day it took Marinelli two hours of makeup and hair to get into Mussolini's shoes. "It was something I brought home with me," the actor confesses, "in the same shape as on the set: the 22 kilos I had gained, my hair cut as you see it in the scenes.  The black lenses. were the things I could leave in the makeup van. Working with all the different departments was fascinating”.

It must not have been easy for him to shoot so convincingly in the fascist salute: “These are filthy and brutal things that the role required of me, but of course there is a big difference between what is considered right and what the role requires. I certainly did not take pleasure in carrying out certain actions or even in expressing myself in that way, but rather the opposite. What I had to face during the production of the project, as a convinced anti-fascist that I am, really cost me a lot. I did not come out of it intact”. But he was in the hands of an excellent director, a master in the cinematic transpositions of great books (Anna Karenina, Atonement, Pride and Prejudice).  How does he approach them? "The film," Wright continues, "is what happens in my head while I read the book. I'm dyslexic and so when I read I think I see beyond the words, I create the scenes and I edit, zooming in on small details that interest me. M. is a mash up between Scarface, Man with a Movie Camera and 90s rave culture." Tom Rowlands' techno music creates the right atmosphere: "I didn't want anything classic, kids have to see it too, they have to understand the roots of fascism." Luca Marinelli is monumental in the role of the "duce." "He's one of the greatest actors in the world, along with Gary Oldman. But, like Gary Oldman, he doesn't know it."

[pomefioredove]

Oh my god vil has overtaken my brain. Thank you every other person who sent thoughts about him.

Now here's ANOTHER thought. What if Vil just. Never stops giving kisses. Like, after chapter 6? And maybe especially during the two weeks that Yuu had to spend at pomefiore until the dorm was fixed?

Like. A lot of the time, the game doesn't really promote that much physical touch between the characters unless they're really close friends or it's just simple high fives and stuff like that, and even that is sometimes too much for them (like Riddle and Azul quickly separating after high-fiving after defeating the titan (or hugging?? I'm not sure exactly what they did lol))

So now I'm just thinking. That exceptional familial bond that Yuu and the pomefiore trio have created, they can't just drop it after everything they've been through, right? So it slowly but surely becomes a common occurrence.

You know how some people greet others by kissing their cheeks? Or maybe they just as a cute little thank you or simply to fluster the other. And because I'm delulu what if Vil just kind of lingers a bit longer with Yuu?

SWGWBSJ the feast of healthy and comfortable dynamics between those four that we were given has been stuck with me ever since finishing book 6 and it's just,,,,,, VIL WHY CANT U BE REAL </3

I understand, I understand! I literally read it like that too unfortunately I'm not immune to vil favoritism. he literally likes yuu the best and he's not even discreet about it. he loves the pomefiore family VERY much but with yuu it's just. different.

circling around to kisses, funny enough I already think of rook as someone who enjoys la bise (with those who will allow him, of course. dependent on the yuu but I imagine vil doesn't like being touched so casually and epel is epel) being french...ish?

now. vil is german. ish. in my opinion. physical touch is reserved for close friends. so it actually means a great deal for him to even kiss his friends in the first place, let alone making it a regular thing with yuu?? just get married at that point.

...and adding onto that, I do have somewhat of a guilty pleasure headcanon that vil is touchier with yuu than he is with anyone else because he is interested in them. it starts out as very very subtle flirting, but then... well, he kind of gets used to being physically affectionate with another person, and it eventually just becomes normal. kissing, holding hands, and (his favorite), getting to doll them up. it's just like. this is how things are. and it's nice, he likes it

(he spoils yuu rotten and isn't even subtle about it)

[l-u-c-i-i-e]

The Inner Librarian

To follow mypost about "Grimoires" :

Here is what catches my attention in your answers :

1-Books that are dormant and that awaken when the time is right. Which is somewhat similar to what @witchcraftingboop writes : books that have their own presence. Books that in one way or another make noise in themselves. Do you have any examples? Could you describe your feelings? (~ @friend-crow's nausea) 2-This kind of passion that we maintain with some books, the one we work with AND the one that works us. -> Are they the same ? 3-Not being able to afford this or that book, staying free. 4-Notebooks that act as oracles and also act as receptacles. So do you consider Marseille Tarot decks or other types of card oracles to be books? - For my part, I have a copy of the Mutus Liber which has always disturbed me a lot because it is "mute", which in a way "blinds" me (but I can't say how exactly or "what") and which I feel "white as milk". Of course it echoes to alchemy and hermeticism but that's not the point. The point is -> I've been avoiding reopening it since 5 years !

I have another book, which - in my experience - brings #diehard change. I always have an unpleasant feeling of cold wind (La "bise" we say in France) when I open it. The Fair Folks also seem to appreciate it a lot. It's a translation of the Egyptian Book of Gates. I really don't open it often :D

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NOW : 3 questions for the witches book team :p 1/ Do you have haunted notebooks? How do you go about making your notebook magical ? What is a magical notebook according to you ? Has a "haunted" notebook ever taken you by surprise ? (you didn't expect it to be haunted for example.) 2/ To follow up on @witchcraftingboop super interesting post, how do you practice bibliomancy? (it doesn't have to be super complicated, nor spiritual, I'm just asking out of curiosity, I'm not making a judgment on what someone does or doesn't do ^^) Do you need a special book to practice bibliomancy? A book related to the occult, to spirituality, to religion? Or not necessarily ? And why ? 3/ Rarity VS industrial books. What can we say about the presence of one and the other? What do we put of ourselves in a book or a notebook that we want to awaken?

Yes I'm tagging you all again :D <3 @witchcraftingboop @friend-crow @windvexer @buddyblanc @gryphis-eyes @graveyarddirt @blackthornwren @la-dame-grise @gamayunsteward @lailoken @wildwood-faun @unseelie-witch @fur-teeth-bones-earth @reno-matagot @satsekhem @satsuti @aechlys @rainbluealoekitten @stormcrow513 and sorry if I forgot someone!

[kisspromptsforthelovesquare]

Kisses under an umbrella

One last kiss before I sacrifice myself/risk it all for you

Jumping on the other kiss

“I thought I’d lost you” kiss

Detransformed but still pre-reveal kiss

Romantic sewer kiss

We just won/lost an akuma battle kiss

“In case we don't make it out of this alive" kiss

“I just found out your identity and I don’t think it’s physically possible to keep my lips off your face now” kiss

Formal kiss

We're platonically cuddling on a chilly patrol night when we're making each other laugh so much we spur-in-the-moment kiss

Sleepy/half-asleep kiss

“I forgot you’re dating my other identity” kiss

Someone’s hanging upside down kiss (aka Spiderman kiss)

Blowing a kiss

“Someone claimed to be dating you and I couldn’t contradict them” jealous kiss

“Your suit’s in the way” kiss

“Your suit’s not in the way anymore!” kiss

Someone just lost their memory kiss

He/she just said yes kiss

"Kiss it better" kiss

Celebratory kiss

Kiss for the camera

Kiss they think is secret but actually lots of people can see, or getting caught kissing

Forehead kiss

"Did you know that kissing is good for hiding in plain sight, because it makes people uncomfortable so they look away?" (aka fake out make out)

I got jealous how you smiled (politely) at that civilian who was obviously (except to you) flirting with you

Kiss on a dare

André got akumatized again and he's leaving couples alone kiss

True love's kiss worked before let's try it again kiss

We need to make our fake dating look convincing kiss

Hello kiss, or goodbye kiss

Distracting your injured partner from pain while you patch them up kiss

She mixed up her words and asked for a kiss by accident but he just went with it kiss

“It’s not fair that you remember kissing me and I don’t” kiss

“I need you to stop punning for like FIVE SECONDS, so I’m going to occupy your mouth in a different way” kiss

The akuma is a huge Ladynoir shipper and it's the only way out kiss

“Sure I’ll help you practice confessing to Buttercup” kiss

“Thanks for saving my life” Ladrien or Marichat kiss

Anywhere but the face kiss: hand kiss, wrist kiss, shoulder kiss

One corner of the square kissing to prove another corner isn’t dating kiss

You were going in for la bise and I read into it kiss

“I’m/You’re using a different miraculous today” kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

“I know I said I wanted to keep our relationship a secret but…” kiss

"What do you mean you're moving away?!" kiss 

Welcome home kiss

"I want my first kiss to be with someone that I love and trust, but it's not that I'm IN love with you or anything hahaha no way" kiss

Kiss you to sleep, or kiss you awake

"Distracting you while you're trying to do something because I want attention" kiss

"Oh no, you made me fall in love with you" realization kiss

"Kissing your forehead/cheek while I thought you were sleeping" kiss (bonus if the 'asleep' person was actually unconscious and the kissing person is all "please come back to me.") 

Kiss during Second Chance

Anniversary kiss

“I thought this was just dancing, so how did we start kissing?” kiss

“We just fought and I’m mad at what you did, but I want you to know I’m not mad at you” kiss

“You fell asleep on public transport and I’m waking you up at our stop” kiss

“It’s been years since we’ve seen each other and I didn’t know what happened to you because of secret identities” kiss

“Reunion” kiss but one of them has the kwagatama ability to talk to the other through reunion and their lips can’t even touch because one is a ghost :(( 

Winning a bet kiss

Drunk kiss

Soft kiss after wrapping them in a blanket

Kiss on an old injury

“Our friends are trying to set us up, haha, let’s humor them” kiss

Sneaking into each other’s room kiss

“I’m pretty sure the grimoire says something about kissing, but I’m not sure exactly what. Want to help me experiment?” kiss

Apology kiss

Kissing while using one of the suit power-ups

“We’re both so busy that we’ve barely seen each other in days, so we should make the most of it” kiss

Kissing under the mistletoe

Kissing in a car

Identity reveal kiss

“Let’s recreate our first/favorite kiss”

Kissing backstage after a fashion show

“We should be focusing on this battle but, wow, you are extra distracting today” kiss

First kiss, or last kiss

“I know it’s the worst possible time for a kiss but…”

Failed kiss or interrupted kiss

Kiss as a confession/to show you how I really feel

Post-reveal pre-relationship kiss

Kisses that tickle

“We found our way back to each other” kiss

Soulmate kiss

Everyday domestic bliss kiss 

A kiss to comfort

“Why exactly are you kissing me?”

“Oh yeah? What are you willing to do to get a kiss from me? 😏” kiss

Accidental lip contact during la bise

Kissing in a disco

"What's the difference between le bisou and la bise? Hmm, let me show you..." 

“Maybe this will jog your memory” kiss

“I was going for the cheek/forehead and I missed 😳” kiss

Sealing a pinky swear with a kiss

"Will you marry me?" kiss

"I just love you so much, I can't help it" kiss

Fake dating kiss

A safe for work “not safe for work” kiss (like they’re standing on a forklift or something - what were YOU thinking?)

Interrupted by kids. Or a hamster. Or a kwami. 

 "Miracle cure brought you back" kiss

“Here’s your present” kiss

A kiss that promises forever

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More info below:

I hope you wanted a long list of kiss prompts for the Love Square this Valentine's Day! What better way to celebrate a day of love than with our favorite lovesick dorks. 🥰

Use this list however you want. As an ask game, a challenge to draw or write every one, or just pick your favorites!

(For more fun, here's a random number spinner that you can set to any number you want.)

Feel free to use any version of them you want, too. Multimouse, Cat Walker, Dragon Bug, Chat Blanc, or stick to the original four-cornered square, if that's your thing!

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There's also a collection on AO3. Feel free to post there instead/as well.

Have fun everyone! Go and make them smooch!

Thank you to the wonderful @ladyofthenoodle for the header, and for our Discord group with their kiss suggestions.

[gingernut1314]

Oh my god. Four words. Jealous Polnareff one-shot.

Imagining you and Pol (before part 3) are out shopping or maybe at a celebration. Then Polnareff needs to go try on clothes (if shopping) or grab drinks (if at a celebration); and for whatever reason, you refuse to come with him because you insist on needing to watch over your guy’s cart or bags. After some whining Pol will eventually go and retrieve what he needs to, promising to be back soon. While he’s out, you may or may not run into someone and start talking. This person could be a friend or a family member, but Polnareff being Polnareff started jumping to conclusions. Later, he pulls you away being dramatic and pouting.

This could either turn fluffy as you comfort him or maybe even nsfw if Pol wants to show you that you’re his and he’s yours.

Jealous

Polnareff x GN!Reader

Summary: After Polnareff returns from getting you both more refreshments, he finds you kissing the cheeks of another man.

Warnings: jealous polnareff, takes place before JJBA part 3, french and Italian pet names, Italian reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Song: Jealous Spotify | Youtube

A/N: I got three words for you: Eating this up. Jealous Polnareff?? YES PLEASE!!!! Jealous Polnareff at a celebration and getting Jealous over a family member?? CACKLING ITS SO GOOD!!!!!! Also.......i am so sorry this took so long, it's been a struggle out here 💀 I hope you enjoy!!! I didn't add any spice cause I'm not really motivated to write for that right now buuuut when I do in the future I will keep this request in mind and give you a little part 2!!!!!

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The streets of Naples, Italy were packed with people waiting to watch the fireworks bloom across the sky as soon as the sun fell away. It was a festival you had grown up as a kid loving and one you had wished to come back home for to show your partner, Polnareff. 

He had been more than excited to come, wishing to know more of you and your home. Though, he had not been all that excited when you had posed the idea of him going to grab you two some more drinks and snacks before the sun disappeared. 

“And leave you here on your own? No. We can go together.” He had insisted, taking your hand in his with a gentle squeeze. 

“But we will lose our spot and I’m telling you this is the only spot you want.” You said, gesturing towards the spot you had elbowed and argued with to get. A spot that overlooked the blue waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea and was high enough that one could all but touch the fireworks as they shot off from the boats below. “You’ll be gone for only two minutes. I’ll be okay.” 

Polnareff had hesitated for a moment longer. A hesitation you eased with a gentle grab of the back of his neck to pull him down so that you could place a sweet kiss to his lips. So that you could murmur loving words against them that had him folding to your whims with a grumbling fine before heading off. 

You watched him go with a pleased smile before a man knocking into your shoulder, turning your attention back to your very important job of keeping your spot. 

Polnareff grumbled when he was met with long line after long line, the sun setting lower and lower the longer he stood. At this rate, it would be dark before he made it back to you…but you had wanted this so he was going to make sure you had all the snacks and drinks you could need. His main goal was to make you happy, and he would be damned if he wouldn’t make you the happiest person alive. 

Seeing you happy made him hap--

Polnareff froze when he finally spotted you after what felt like hours of being away. Spotted you placing a soft kiss to the cheek of another man. 

It wasn’t an uncommon practice. As a Frenchman, Polnareff was sure to greet those he knew and loved with la bise. A simple kiss to either cheek starting from the left and going to the right. And he knew you were accustomed to doing them as well, seeing as you were born and raised in Italy where such kisses were very common. 

But something about how you looked up at this man. How you held his upper arm oh so gently. 

No…no he was just being jealous. Looking too much into the situation and--

You moved to place yet another kiss to this man's cheeks.

Polnareff knew thanks to you that the number of kisses meant something. That one was reserved for quick hellos and goodbyes. For friends and acquaintances you might not be the closest to. For strangers and yet here you were--placing a second kiss.

So you knew him well. A friend you might have known from childhood or--

A third kiss. 

You were gifting this man a third kiss. 

Very close.

You were very close to this man. 

Maybe--maybe a past lover? 

It had to be. Who else would you grace your glorious affections to? 

Yet, just as Polnareff went to storm over there and demand answers, a large group of travelers walked before him. Travelers he pegged as Americans by the bit of conversation he overheard in their passing. He huffed and hurried to push through them despite their barks of protest but, upon making it to the other side, found the man gone. 

You looked his way and smiled happily as if you hadn’t just been with another man. As if you hadn’t just met up with a past lover. 

Polnareff almost let his rising jealousy and slight hurt fall away upon gazing upon your smile again, but they were too big to drop. 

“Amore, come quickly!” You waved quickly over. “The fireworks will be set off in a few--” Polnareff was crossing the way and standing in front of you before you could even finish your sentence.

“Who was he?” You blinked up at him, slight confusion furrowing your brow. 

“Who--what?” You said. “Why do you look so upset?” You continued, raising a hand to feel over the warm skin of his cheek but Polnareff, despite himself, moved from your touch. Your own hurt shot through your chest like a dagger. “Amore--” You started, that hurt pouring into your voice.

“Who was that man you were just with? You--You kissed him. Three times. Three times means you know him well. Very well. You--you must love him, yes? Who is he?” Polnareff rambled out, making your hurt soften and concussion turn to amusement. Amsuemnet you couldn’t help but show with a small chuckle. “You find this funny?” Polanreff huffed.  

“Yes.” You snatched one of the drinks from his hand and took a sip that you dragged on just to see Polnareff stress about who you had just been with for a short while longer. 

“Amour--” Polnareff all but whined at your all but disinterest in the seriousness of the situation. 

“You think I would show that much love for just any man?” You turned your gaze away from Polnareff to look over the darkening sea. Polnareff huffed, moving so that he could keep his gaze trained on your face. The man beside him hissed his annoyance but Polnareff hardly cared.

“No--no of course not. That is why he must be very dear to you. A--a past lover? A first love.” Oh god--the thoughts just kept tearing at his heart. A first love--how could he compete with that? With a love that had been so new and innocent and un--you were laughing again. 

“Darling--sweetheart, that was my brother.” Polnareff blinked as he slowly registered the words coming out of your mouth. Brother. That had been--that was your brother. You pointed over the railing at another person in the crowd below. 

“And that is his partner, just there see?” Your brother's partner looked around as if searching for someone. Their search had their eyes turning upward, finding you there. A happy smile pulled to their lips as they waved furiously to you and you were very quick to return the greeting. “He saw me and wanted to get a heads start in welcoming me back home before we went to go meet them all. No secret lovers or past lovers….though that would have been something huh?” You joked, turning back to him fully, that bright smile back on your face. 

“I-I-amour, I am sorry. I just--” You shrugged, reaching back up to place your hand on his cheek. He let you gratefully, leaning into the touch that was always so gentle and comforting. 

“It is alright, amore. I am glad to know you love me so much you would fall apart at such a scene. It makes me feel very special.” Polnareff nodded, leaning down closer so that he could breathe in the scented mist you had put on before leaving the hotel. A scent that he just could never get enough. 

You can’t help the content sigh that puffed from your nose as you leaned forward and pressed a delicately soft kiss to his lips. This kiss was one you had not thought of sharing with any other since the moment Polnareff had swept you off your feet. 

The sudden pop and whistling wizz that sounded through the dark air had you whipping around to watch the first fireworks bloom in the sky. It cast a pink glow over the dark sea and gathered crowds--crowds who Oooed and Aaahed at the beauty before them. 

Just as the second round of fireworks were shot off, Polnareff grabbed hold of your chin and guided your attention back onto him. His lips were set in an easy smile and his eyes, which were now illuminated by the green of the firework overhead, bore such unyielding love and affection in them that it stole the very air from your lungs. Such a look that had you forgetting about the fireworks because they could never beat the beauty of the man before you. 

“You are very special to me.” Your lips parted on a shaking intake of breath, your heart fluttering at his words. It was a slight movement Polnareff’s loving eyes shifted quickly to watch. “And you are mine and for that, I am truly blessed. Forgive me but…I will do anything to protect such a blessing.” 

The boom of yet another firework sounded as you threw yourself forward, nearly knocking the man you loved backward in your rush to fit his lips against yours once more.

[starwarsmum]

Day 14 and the prompt is Mistaken Identity! This one is a follow on from day 10's First Kiss Fails

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Marinette and Nino were hanging out in the park outside the Dupain-Cheng bakery. It was the summer before their last year of collége and they were trying to reconnect as friends. The year had been hard on Marinette, Chloé getting slowly nastier until she convinced Kim, a boy Marinette had started to have a crush on, that Marinette loved pranks as much as he did, so convinced him to gift her a box with spiders in it.

Long gone were the days of Marinette standing up to the blonde she-demon for herself and her friends. Chloé had gotten progressively more spoiled and when puberty hit she had gotten straight up vicious. And nobody except Soqueline had stood up for her because it was Chloé. 

“I miss being a little kid sometimes,” she sighed, leaning against the back of their bench. “Don't you think things were so much easier when we could just tell someone to knock it off and then go play with someone else?”

“Yeah, and not as much homework,” Nino chuckled back, slumping next to her. She giggled softly and closed her eyes to bask in the sunshine. “But getting older isn't so bad, is it Nettie? If you don't get older, you can't have your dream wedding and whatever.”

“I know, I just don't want to have to deal with Chloé anymore. And I just know she's going to be in my class again, because I have the worst luck ever,” she whined. She was going to complain some more but was distracted by two guys walking up to the bakery. 

One was a fairly average sized gentleman whilst the other was a boy not much taller than Marinette. They both had dark hair and carried themselves with confidence and grace that she envied immensely. 

When they arrived at the closed front door of the bakery, she got up automatically and went towards them. Customer service was something that had been ingrained in her from a young age and she didn't want them to waste time unnecessarily.

They were in a heated discussion - in English. Marinette was alright at English when she was in a school setting but, listening to the pair, she wished she was fluent. She waited hesitantly to the side until the older one caught her hovering nearby and turned towards her. 

“Hello, sorry to bug you,” she said in English, smiling politely. “But my Maman and Papa are doing a party, so the bakery's closed this afternoon.”

“Oh, that's a shame,” the older guy said sadly. The boy turned towards her and she had the strangest sense of deja vu. He was more tan than the man who had spoken, and he was scowling. Marinette froze slightly as he looked at her until Nino came over as well.

“Yo, Nettie, you good?” he said in French, nodding to the foreigners amiably. “How're you doing, dudes?”

“Tt, we are disappointed that we cannot purchase the baked items, but if it is closed then there is nothing for it,” the boy said in perfect French. The older man sighed exasperatedly but didn't deny it.

“Yeah, that's a bummer, DC pastries are the best,” Nino said in commiseration with the guys. “But man, you look kinda familiar, have we met before?”

“You're not familiar to me!” The older one said cheerily, glancing between the three teenagers. “What about you, lil D?”

“Unless they have visited Gotham I hardly see how I can have met two Parisian teens,” he said derisively. He arched an eyebrow at them both and Marinette couldn't help blushing lightly and looking away.

“No need to be rude,” the older guy said, frowning. 

“No, but seriously, doesn't he remind you of that kid we met, the one that couldn't speak French? He freaked cos you tried to give him une bise, and then we never saw him again.”

“I don't think I know the one you mean,” Marinette muttered, still not looking at the cute boy with the blazing green eyes.

“Dudette, you used to wax poetic about the boy’s eyes for hours,” Nino said, very obviously amused. 

“Alright, thank you Nino,” Marinette said, an embarrassed flush covering her face, neck and chest. “We got very off topic there, sorry! Was there something in particular you wanted from the bakery? My parents are catering an event this afternoon but they had plenty of leftovers when they closed just before lunch.”

“Oh, we couldn't possibly-”

“We wished to purchase a dozen of your croissants, two dozen macarons of any flavour, and two large baguettes,” the younger of the pair interrupted, eyes fixed on Marinette. She beamed up at him before promising to be right back.

She was ruthless with her selection of pastry and baked goods, dismissing anything she deemed as unfit. When her Papa came and asked what she was doing, she said that a couple of Americans had been planning to buy from them only for the bakery to be closed.

Tom Dupain nodded before absently saying that she should include some chouquettes. Marinette grinned again and boxed the chouquettes separately in case they declined them. She then kissed her father on the cheek before rushing out of the door again.

“Here, thank you for waiting,” she called as she raced back to them. She was almost at them when one of her feet caught on the other and she started to sprawl. She gave a shriek and closed her eyes, annoyed that she would have to return and find more perfect pastries.

But instead of hitting the ground, she felt strong arms catch her and the boxes. She opened her eyes and flushed at the closeness of the American boy. He set her upright again, transferring the boxes to his own hands as he did.

“Uh, th-thank you,” she squeaked, completely mesmerised by his calm face and gorgeous green eyes. He gave her a jerky nod and stepped away, holding tightly to the baked items. When his eyes left hers, she managed to unfreeze. “Um, are you sure you've never been to Paris before? Because I swear, you are just so familiar.”

“I am sure,” the boy said before turning to his companion and speaking quickly in English. The man rolled his eyes but held out a pile of euros for Marinette to take. She stared at him confused for a second and the boy sighed impatiently. “For the croissants and such. We came here intending to pay for our items, it would be rude of us to take them for nothing.”

“Oh, no, they were already leftovers! Maman and Papa wouldn't dream of accepting your money for goods they weren't planning to sell anymore. But if you like them you can always come by when we're open and buy more,” she said, beaming at them both with a light flush still on her cheeks.

“Do not be absurd, we will pay for our goods,” the boy said determinedly before pressing the euros into her hand. Then, before she could protest further, he turned on his heel and marched away with the older guy trailing after him. Marinette stared after them, until Nino coughed loudly, looking amused.

“Don't tell me I have to listen to you drool over ‘gorgeous green eyes’ for the next six years,” he said with an eye roll. 

“Oh hush,” she snapped back, mock glaring at him. “I did not drool over him! I was curious about a kid who showed up one day and never appeared again. I can't wait for you to meet someone who makes you curious.”

Nino gave a grumble and glared off into the distance but Marinette paid him no mind. He had been acting strange for a little while and she had enough going on that she didn't need to borrow his troubles if he didn't want to talk about them.

_ _ _

It had been a few days since her parents had catered for the party and the bakery was keeping its usual business hours again. She hadn't really expected to see the two guys again, given how many pastries she had crammed into the box for them.

So she was surprised when, on the penultimate day of her summer break, the door opened during a lull in business and the two walked in with a third, older man. She smiled at them, calling out a greeting automatically. The older of the pair who had come before smiled back and practically bounced over.

“Good morning! We ran out of pastries and since we're going tomorrow we wanted to get one last fix,” he said cheerfully. “And we wanted to thank you again for serving us even though you were closed.”

“Oh, you must be the boys Marinette helped when we were catering that party!” Sabine exclaimed, smiling broadly. “Oh, I see what Nino means, this young man does remind me of that other boy.”

“Are we sure it's not the same boy?” The smiling man said jovially, looking at the boy in question. “When was it you met him?”

“Oh, it was nearly a decade ago,” Sabine said dismissively, glancing at Marinette. 

“Yeah, and whilst I think it's possible the boy learned French in the past eight years, I highly doubt he learned English as well,” Marinette said, smiling softly as she thought about the shy kid. 

“I’m impressed you remember so much about it,” the third man said, glancing at the mother and daughter. 

“Oh, well there was a gruesome murder that day, all anyone could talk about was what they were doing when the body was found for weeks,” Sabine said, frowning slightly. “I remember officer Raincomprix was asking about a woman that had checked into the hotel and then left in the middle of the night. I'm fairly certain there was a racial motive behind that though,” she added disapprovingly.

“The boy spoke Arabic,” Marinette explained when she saw the two men exchanging looks. “And Monsieur Bourgeois said that he was there with the woman, so we figure she must have been Arab. But it made even less sense - who brings their child to a murder?”

Sabine and Marinette looked at each other in vague exasperation, so missed the way the two men turned to the younger boy with raised eyebrows. And the way said boy flushed lightly and continued to stare resolutely at the pastries. By the time Marinette turned back to them they had schooled their features into ones of vague interest.

“It was never solved, but nothing else came from it,” Sabine assured them before moving on to take their order. Before long, the trio exited, thanking the pair once more as they left.

Part 3

[sickofthis666]

Got reminded today how unnecessarily gendered french greetings are.

Most foreigners know about "faire la bise" (cheek kissing), but they don't know that it's for women. A woman greeting another woman, or a man, will do cheek kissing. Men greeting each other will shake hands. (Don't know the actual reason why but i'd be ready to bet some would say two men cheek kissing would be gay or the likes.)

Call me crazy but actually I don't want to kiss the cheek of a dude I met two fucking seconds ago! I don't want to put my lips anywhere near him!! I'd let it slide more easily with a woman (in the same way i'd agree to share a changing room with a women I don't know, but not with a man), but ideally I'd rather cheek kissing be saved for a certain level of closeness.

Thankfully in professional contexts, everyone shakes each other's hands, so why can’t we apply it to personal contexts too?

I tried multiple times to shake hands with men instead of cheek kissing and the result is always awkward, cause apparently my way of thinking is revolutionary or something. Like, come on, it's like gendered shaving, you wanna make me believe no one ever thought it was weird and unnecessary and made absolutely no fucking sense??

Also I once had a creep trying to take advantage of a greeting cheek kiss to kiss me on the mouth against my will, but that's just a detail...