#which apparently meant just adding kim...

[agendratum]

the same 3 characters as usual + kim as text posts

[buckysgrace]

4. Burnin’ For You

Billy Hargrove x fem!OC/Tommy Hagan x Fem!OC

Now That We Don't Talk

CW: Cheating, stepcest, blowjobs

Kim

Nora was attached to her hip. She was always around Kim, following her around like a little duckling. She had thought once Nora got old enough she’d be a little more attached to Tommy, but the connection never came. Then again, Tommy hadn’t been thrilled about having kids either. He had suggested taking other measures at first, but she hadn’t been able to go through with it.

Things never really got easier after the wedding. In fact, her dreams of having some perfect fairytale ever after had vastly diminished. Her and Tommy’s connection just wasn’t there. Or somewhere along the lines it had died. She wasn’t quite sure what the correct answer was.

Perhaps it was his family. She felt bad to admit that they were overbearing, constantly meddling in whatever they could get their fingers onto. It had started with her wedding, then slowly grown into Nora’s birthday themes. Then the outfits she wore, the way she should do her hair. She didn’t like trying to fit in with them.

“Who’s this?” She hummed as she looked over Nora’s shoulder, glancing at the paper she was scribbling furiously on. She thought she was pretty good for being so little. 

“Dat uncwe Biwwy!” Nora proclaimed as she turned towards her, little lips curled into a bright smile. Kim felt her heart race out of nerves, slightly worried before she quickly shook her thoughts away. Everything was fine. He hadn’t brought it up, so she wouldn’t either.

“Looks very pretty,” She complimented, “Do you want to go give it to him?” She asked softly, figuring that Nora might as well get some fun out of it. They shouldn’t all be suffering. 

“Yeah!” She giggled as she continued to scribble in the sun, “I dweam of dolphins.” She hummed softly, making Kim raise her eyebrows in confusion. She didn’t know that Nora was even aware of what dolphins were. 

“You did?” She asked curiously as Nora snuggled up to her side, wrinkling her nose up as she tried to recall if she had ever brought dolphins up before. 

“Yeah, dey were biting my toes.” She replied as she pressed her lips together, looking down as she wiggled her toes back and forth. The socks had long been discarded, which was nothing unusual. She preferred to be barefoot anyways. 

“Well that’s not very nice at all.” Kim added as she thought about her daughter’s dream, shaking her head softly. Addi would tell her that it meant something, but Kim couldn’t tell what it would be. 

“Dey just hungry, mama.” Nora sighed as she shook her head, looking like she couldn’t believe what her mother had said. She hummed underneath her breath, beginning to finish the sun up on the corner of her page. It matched Billy’s hair. 

“Oh, I see,” She laughed softly, “Maybe you should’ve gotten them some fish instead.” She suggested a second later, trying not to let her nerves grow as she thought about Billy once again. 

“Uh, dey wike mellows.” Nora sassed back, smiling brightly as she pointed at the little shapes she had surrounding Billy. Kim squinted to look at it. 

“Marshmallows?” She clarified softly, ensuring that she understood her correctly. Occasionally she’d say something and Kim would guess it completely wrong.

“Mhm.” She continued to work, concentrating as she pressed her little lips together. She had created a habit of doing that. It was cute. 

Kim stood up again, working on placing the rest of the groceries away from their visit to the store that morning. Billy hadn’t gotten up for breakfast and apparently wouldn’t be joining them for lunch either. She supposed it was a good thing. She still had a hard time seeing him. 

She hadn’t realized how difficult her life would be without him at the time. But it was horrible. It continued to be. She missed him deeply, like a part of herself had broken off and died. Part of herself was gone; the part that had loved him. 

“Morning.” Billy grumbled as he walked into the kitchen, even though it was well into the afternoon. His hair was messy, the right side of his face red from where he had been sleeping. His chest was bare, his pants loose and hanging off of his hips. She glanced at him for just a second, not letting herself watch too closely. 

“Hewe!” Nora proclaimed, nearly hopping out of her seat as she held the picture high in the air. Kim paused as she finished unloading the boxes of cereal, watching the way he gently took it from her fingers. 

“What’s this?” He hummed, voice raspy as he examined it. His expression softened, lips curling into a gentle smile as Nora turned bashful. 

“She drew you,” She spoke softly, twisting her hair around her fingers, “She likes to draw.” She added a second later, heart hammering 

“Of course she does,” He met her eye, smiling in such a way that she was sure her heart momentarily stopped, “Thank you. I love it.” She hated how he pretended to know her. He didn’t know her. If he did, he wouldn’t have left her for so long. 

“Welcome!” Nora grinned happily as she bounced on the tips of her toes, “Why I no see you before?” She asked curiously, apparently warming up to him a little more. Kim gulped, taken aback by her question. 

“Uh,” He paused for a moment, “I lived far away.” He clarified as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking like he was unsure of his answer. Kim glanced away, busying herself with the groceries once again. 

“Why?” She continued on, dangling her feet in the air as she moved to the side of her chair. Billy joined her, still admiring the picture. 

“Because I like the ocean?” He questioned himself, blinking roughly as he chewed on his bottom lip. 

“Dolphins eat my toes.” Nora replied unphased as she stared him down. He blanched, looking as if he had almost been smacked as her words settled over him. 

“Okay,” Kim laughed as she motioned Nora towards her, “How about we go check the garden while uncle Billy gets something to eat, alright?” She suggested, holding her hand out as the toddler slowly slid out of her chair. 

“Sounds good,” Nora hummed as she took her hand, leading her out, “No dolphins?” She asked curiously, making Kim laugh in agreement. 

“No dolphins.” She promised, sliding the door open to create some more distance between her and Billy. She was beginning to fear that nothing would be able to hide her bitter feelings. 

Nora held onto the basket as Kim picked the vegetables, rambling off about what games she had planned for everyone to play later. Kim still wasn’t the biggest fan of vegetables, but she wanted her daughter to like different things. 

“What do you do?” Billy asked a little later, taking her by surprise while she worked on scrubbing some of the tomatoes clean. His hair was styled better, his skin smooth and features relaxed. At least he was looking more like himself. 

“Take care of Nora.” She inhaled deeply as she turned away, distracting herself with a piece of dirt that refused to come off of the red skin. She couldn’t look at him for too long, not even when she could feel his eyes burning into the back of her head. 

“What else do you do?” He clarified, raising his eyebrows as she remained quiet, “When did you graduate?” He leaned against the side of the counter, right in her way as she put her vegetables to the side to dry. 

“I never went to college,” She said gently, “Trying to find someone to watch her was too hard.” She explained, glancing towards the floor to ensure that Nora was still playing with her baby dolls. 

“You couldn’t find anyone?” He questioned slowly, looking in disbelief as she met his blue eyes. Her heart thumped roughly against the crook of her neck, her nerves pulsing through her body as a warmth spread through her body. She hated how handsome he was. How he still made her feel gushy on the inside. 

“Not anyone that I trusted.” She specified as she washed her hands clean. She turned away from him again, moving to dry her hands as he followed her about. She breathed in deeply, wishing that he’d just stop. 

“So you do nothing but watch her all day long?” He asked, his tone a little sharp as she turned towards him in confusion. He looked baffled, like he had a right to not understand. 

“I’m not mad about it,” She replied as she furrowed her eyebrows together, “I love seeing my little squishy all day long.” She grinned as she lifted Nora up, giving her chubby cheek a few quick kisses.

“Tommy doesn’t seem very active.” He added as Nora giggled in her arms, her two favorite baby dolls hanging from her arms. She frowned at his words. It was partially true, but her and Tommy had picked this life. Not Billy. He didn’t leave her a choice. 

“Billy.” She stated softly, sighing deeply as a sick feeling washed over her. He looked as if he might argue for a second before he suddenly dropped it. She didn’t want to talk about this. Nora needed to nap anyway. 

“Sorry,” He held up his hands in mock innocence, “Just trying to figure out what happened.” he shrugged as he followed behind her, making her sigh deeply as she turned towards him again. 

“Nothing happened,” She defended herself, feeling her face flush as Tommy’s argument came forth again. He was always bringing up that something had changed between the two of them. She wasn’t sure if there had ever really been something there, “Nora just keeps us on our toes.” She gave her a little bounce, smiling as she carried her towards her room. 

“Right.” He stated, still following behind. She wished he had something else to do. Maybe he could go visit their parents, his friends. He could go see anyone else. She didn’t want to be reminded of her own hurt. 

“No kids for you?” She sighed deeply, watching the way he lazily rested against the doorway. The answer slightly scared her, the same way him mentioning a girlfriend had terrified her. She didn’t want him to be tied down to anyone else. It was wrong of her. She had no right to be so possessive, especially when he didn’t care for her in the same way. He’d proved that time and time again. 

“None that I know of,” He chuckled, cocking an eyebrow at her reaction. She blinked in surprise, a little horrified at the thought, “That was a joke, Kim.” He said dryly, walking in the room and taking in the little decorations. 

“Right,” She shook her head quickly, “She needs to sleep.” She replied as she rocked Nora in the chair, trying to keep her still as she kept wiggling around. He smirked at her.

“I’m distracting, I know,” He replied cockily, “I get the hint.” He shrugged as he turned on his heel, carrying the picture Nora had drawn with him. She exhaled roughly, knowing in another life that things would be different. 

She busied herself once Nora was laid down, scrubbing through the kitchen and living room before she started on the laundry. Billy stayed out of her hair, making her feel glad but guilt ridden at the same time. She didn’t want to be rude. But she feared she’d easily fall for him once again. 

She stumbled through the hall, her fingers screaming from the way the heavy basket was digging into her fingers. She blew her hair out of her face, struggling for a second as she tried to pull the door open with her foot. She stumbled back, nearly toppling over before she was balanced once again. 

“Sorry,” Billy mumbled as he took another step to the side, only to end up face to face with her again, “Here.” He said as he gripped her shoulders, holding onto her as he pushed her to one side and he moved to the other.

Her eyes stayed glued to his, unable to look away as they slowly turned so they were no longer blocking one another. She felt her heart beating roughly inside of her chest, leaving butterflies in her stomach as his lips curled into a hint of a smile. 

“It’s okay,” She replied hoarsely, then cleared her throat as she tucked her hair behind her ear, “Sorry. Dry throat.” She struggled for a second before she dropped the basket gently on the floor. She kicked it forward, pushing it into the laundry room. 

She turned as she looked towards where Billy was lingering, his eyes inquisitive as he met her gaze. She was silent for a moment, wondering if he had been lonely after all this time. She wished he would’ve called. She would’ve let him back in a long time ago. 

Her mind felt foggy as she leaned forward, her body moving on its own as she crashed her lips against Billy’s. They were just as smooth and warm as she remembered, creating a familiar buzz between their bodies.

He stalled for a second, out of surprise before he moved his hands to her waist. His lips became hot, fiery as he licked and prodded her mouth with his tongue. She moaned against him, opening her mouth wider as she craved the feeling of him. It had been so long.

The lust nearly burst through her body as she fell to her knees a little too harshly, wincing as jolts of pain traveled up her body. She ignored it all, however. Any pain was worth being able to feel more of him.

“Kim,” He exhaled deeply, blue eyes filled with passion as he stared down at the way she was struggling to pull his belt off, “You sure about this?” He asked raspily, tongue flicking out against his lips in a way that made her insides burn in pleasure. She had never been so sure about something before.

She giggled as she pulled his briefs down, his cock plopping out and nearly hitting against her cheek from how close she was. She breathed in deeply, taking a whiff of his musk before she wrapped her dainty fingers around his thick girth.

She admired his tan skin, the soft blonde hair at the base of his cock as she gave him a slow stroke. The groan that fell from his tongue made her insides twist in pleasure, her clit throb in lust. She wanted him so badly.

It’d been some time since she’d done something like this with Tommy. But she paid that no mind, not when Billy was looking at her so intensely. She had missed the eye contact, had missed him. 

She dragged her tongue along the tip of his cock, licking away the precum from his slit as the taste of him hit her. God, she was a mess. She had never wanted something so badly. She’d always need him.

He pulled her hair back with his fingers, grunting lowly as she relaxed her jaw and slid his cock further into her mouth. She swirled her tongue across his girth, enjoying the way his cock curved and all of his ridges and veins. It felt so familiar. 

She bobbed her head along his long length, drool forming at the corner of her lips as he lazily dragged her along the curve of him as he rutted his hips forward. She blinked harshly, eyebrows tightening as she moved her hands to his balls. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” He groaned as he tossed his head back, lips parted as he pushed more of her hair out of her face, “You look so good with your brother’s cock in your mouth.” He teased, his words dropping straight to her cunt.

She moaned as his words made her body fill with electricity, her mind foggy as she hummed along his cock. She squeezed at his balls, rolling them against her palms as she began to drool from her mouth. He’d always liked it sloppy anyways. 

His cock hit the back of her throat, making her eyes water and brows furrow together tightly. Her lips burned around his girth, her saliva coating his warm skin as she roughly moved her mouth along the length of his dick. 

“Fuck,” He hissed as he tangled his fingers through her hair, squeezing tightly as he began to grind his hips up into her eager mouth. She gagged roughly, fingertips digging into his thighs as his cock twitched against her tongue, “That’s it, Kim.” 

She met his eyes once again, savoring his praise as the pleasure became etched across his features. He grunted as he continued to tug on her hair, pulling her closer as she gagged around him. Spit fell onto her chest, onto her floor as she shifted herself back.

She fought to fill her lungs with fresh air, moving her hand up and down the length of his cock quickly as he rutted his hips forward with her motions. She moaned as he began to grunt, making her desperate to hear more of him. 

“Cum on my face, Billy,” She rasped as she stroked his cock harshly in her hand, “Please, please, please.” She tapped his tip against her lips, giving his cock a brief kiss as his movements became more and more uneven.

“Christ,” He cursed, sighing deeply as he teetered forward towards her, “Fuck! Fuck!” He hissed between his teeth, thick ropes of cum falling free and landing against her skin. His spunk coated her cheeks, her chin and her forehead. It was filthy, so messy and dirty. But she loved it all. 

He groaned as she continued to move her hand along his dick slowly, squeezing before she leaned forward to lick away any excess cum from him. He groaned as he lightly touched her face, tilting her chin up towards him.

He held eye contact with her, not breaking it as he smeared his cum across her skin and into her parted lips. She moaned as she greedily licked it away, desperately needing the taste of him. She sucked his thumb clean after, not caring how it made her look.

She was in so much trouble. 

Tags: @cassandracorvo @jessicar401 @mrprettywhenhecries

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Why not me? | Hirai Momo x Kim Jiyoung

Momo knew she liked Jia. She knew it from the day they met on SIXTEEN, she knew it from the way she saw how Jia danced so effortlessly, she knew it when she was eliminated from SIXTEEEN but her first thought was about Jia instead of how long she trained. She was overjoyed when she got added back to the lineup but one of the main reasons she was so happy was because it meant she would get to debut with Jia. She didn’t care what would happen as long as she could have Jia she didn’t care.

She remembers how she felt when Jia told her about how she kissed Seulgi. She felt hurt. Seulgi didn’t deserve Jia, she didn’t even know Jia’s favorite color, her favorite food, or even her sister’s names! but Momo did. Momo knew almost everything about Jia from her favorite color to her Spiderman obsession, if anything Momo was willing to get a matching Spiderman tattoo with Jia (if she could find a good one that is.) despite all of this, she still decided to support Jia. She still wants Jia to be happy after all. And besides, who knows? maybe Jia and Seulgi would just be a hook up instead of something serious…right?

How wrong she was. Seulgi and Jia not only started dating but they caught dating as well. Which also led to Jia being outed as a lesbian. Momo saw everything they said about her and Seulgi, it made her mad seeing people’s reactions but the love and support the 2 got counteracted the hate in a way. She was happy for Jia but jealous wishing it was her and Jia instead of her and Seulgi.

How she wished fans were saying their congratulations about her and Jia’s relationship more than anything. She wondered how Jia’s lips would feel on her own, wishing that her hugs were more than just normal hugs, she wished that she could hold Jia close against her, breathing in her perfume. She noticed how Jia’s hair got longer since Seulgi apparently liked her even more like that, Momo thought her long hair was beautiful but she did miss her signature short hair. She did love how Jia’s hair was so long it was nearly to her waist, she imagined what it would be like to run her hands in Jia’s hair as she kissed her or how it would feel to have Jia hold her while Momo’s fingers massaged her scalp.

She still remembers the day Seulgi broke up with Jia. She remembers how bad of a breakdown Jia had, her screams being heard all over the dorm. The loud sobs Jia had let out that day will forever haunt her. It took Jia a while to get over Seulgi and Momo was there to help her every step of the way, when Jia would sob at night Momo made sure to be there to hold her. When she saw that Jia had cut her hair she supported it, she briefly understood Jia’s need of control so she understood why Jia did this, instead of giving her a shocked look like Chaeyoung and Tzuyu did she just hugged Jia supporting her. She looked like herself again, her Jia and not the Jia that Seulgi wanted her to be.

Momo sat in Jia’s room on her bed. She usually sat in there with Jia finding the girl’s presence comforting, this time was a bit different though. Her usual clean room did not look as clean as usual, it wasn’t messy but it was clear what had taken place here. A pile of clothes Jia had attempted to shove with her own but they stood out like a sore thumb to Momo since she knew what all of Jia’s clothes looked like.

Multiple bracelets were on her nightstand, as well as a few lip glosses, none of these items belonged to Jia. They didn't blend in with the rest Jia’s stuff like her tattoo gun that she somehow managed to keep a secret from Jihyo, they didn’t blend in like the Spiderman posters she had on her walls or the random pictures of Gwen Stacy she had, they just stood out worse like something that didn’t belong. The worst thing that was there was the bright lip glosses and polaroids, Momo knew that the lip glosses and polaroids were nowhere near Jia’s.

Jia hated bright lipstick and lipglosses since she felt like it clashed with her style and how sticky they can get, the lip glosses also had a fruity scent that she knew Jia hated the smell of since she claimed it gave her headaches at times. The polaroids were obviously not Jia’s, Jia liked polaroids but she liked being the one taking them. Momo liked when Jia took pictures of her since to her Jia really knew how to capture the beauty of something in a single frame even if she would sometimes flip the camera upside down as a way to say that Spiderman took them (something Momo found cute.) She still remembers the day she saw what was really on those polaroids.

she still wasn’t sure what made her pick them up that one day, but she did and the sight of what was on the pictures made her feel sick. A picture that was shaken obviously not taken by Jia but someone else, she was more focused on what it was Jia and the girl were doing in the photo. Jia’s hand was on the lower part of the girls jaw kissing her making Momo feeling sick with a desire of wanting that to be her but also hating the sight. She’d suspected that Jia was hooking up with someone knew after Vivi but she wasn’t sure who but this all confirmed all her suspicions. The cube logo in the background told her it was the cube practice room along with a small appearance of Sooyoung — Jia’s younger sister — her back to them talking with Miyeon, seemingly unaware of what her older sister was doing.

Momo had noticed the way Jia would smirk when someone brought up CLC specifically Sorn, she had noticed the way Sorn had started following Jia on instagram sometimes commenting on the girls pictures. And with this picture it showed Momo that Jia’s current fling was Sorn.

“Are you ok?” Jia’s voice snapped Momo out of her thoughts. Momo nodded, hoping Jia would drop it but instead she moved closer to Momo. She shifted uncomfortably but calmed down feeling Jia’s fingers brush against her cheek moving a few hairs out of her face, the action was so gentle and almost intimate Momo felt her face heat up while Jia smirked slightly.

“Did you hear what I asked you or were you too busy starring at how beautiful I am?” Momo shook her head making Jia chuckle “I was wondering if you wanted to get Jokbal with me and Nayeon tonight? she asked me and we all know how much you love it.” Wow. She remembered her favorite food, sure it was no secret it was her favorite but still. The fact Jia knew naturally made her fall for her even deeper than she realized.

Momo nodded scared to speak because if she did she was scared that it might not come out the way she wanted, Jia smiled giving Momo’s thigh a small tap as she left the room. Momo sighed when she was sure that Jia had left. She loved Jia more than she had originally thought and wished that Jia would only love her back.

[the-roo-too]

push & pull -> slytherin! lily jin morrow

-they say that slytherin as a whole is one of the most closed off houses. no matter that, one of the prefect seems to have her eyes on you.

warnings: wizards i guess; wounds; lily is low key mean at the beginning; i don’t remember my chemistry so just pretend everything makes sense

genre: grain of angst?; fluff

notes: something about harry potter au’s hits different, even though i dislike harry potter as a series; to clear up any questions, lily is a new prefect on her fifth year, reader is a year younger

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

it’s hard to say what exactly fueled the rivalry between the houses. it was always tight there, with the house cup and all, but for a couple years now, everyone stuck to their colours. the quidditch matches were even more brutal now, as well as all the other tournaments.

about the houses’ dislike for each other you learned a day after being sorted into ravenclaw. during the morning assembly you mistakenly got some other girl’s mail, so as by normal human being, you went on to change with her. safe to say you’ve learned why kids aren’t allowed to play with fireworks. the nurse was weirdly calm when tending to your wounds though.

the prefect of your house during your first year, a girl named mina, told you that’s it’s normal here. that it’s been that way for long enough for people to get used to it. you just had to stick with the blue robes and you’d do just fine.

sadly, being a ravenclaw apparently meant you had to be bad at potions. the subject was taught by none other but a former slytherin- kim taeyeon. legend has it she was a student back when the houses weren’t so isolated from each other. maybe that was why she adored you, despite you being a ravenclaw. your house girl praised you for it, but you also scored a couple ‘harmless’ potions spilled on your head.

despite that, you loved potions the most. there was just something so cool about mixing a couple ingredients and creating a powerful mixture. maybe that was also why proffesor kim was so surprised when you failed a very simple potion just before mid-semester on your fourth year.

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

two weeks until the winter break, the exams are getting started. you just aced transmutation at proffesor boa’s. nerd? no, just not stupid.

haha. even jinsol would agree that that was a bad joke. you’d probably even get a smack on the neck from her.

very confident after the exam, you happily walked into potions, greeting the teacher. your cauldrons were already prepared on the desks. there was something boiling in the containers, and next to them were a couple glass vials, filled with different materials and liquids.

the class quickly began and you opened your book on instructed page. you were to brew a simple antidote to common poisons- a three ingredient potion.

after seeing that the two other ones were mistletoe berries and unicorn horns, thus they needed grinding, you decided to reach for the powdered substance. according to the label, it should be powdered bezoar. the material had a blackish colour, whereas bezoar usually was a bit reddish. at the time it didn’t faze you, though it should.

while bezoar doesn’t have a black colour, powdered metallic magnesium sure does. and adding that to water is a very unsafe thing.

normally explosions aren’t that drastic, but maybe someone near you crashed their mixture too, creating more hydrogen and thus fuelling the burst.

you were lucky not to have your face directly above the cauldron. the most of the hit took your sleeves and the glass vial. it melted to some extent, while the material of your sleeves turned to dust.

“…you were boiling water. what happened.” professor taeyeon wasn’t even looking at you, she just started at the cauldron which should be completely safe. “never mind that, lily? take her to the nurse?”

lily as in lily morrow? the prefect of slytherin? taeyeon’s mean right hand? the exact person your prefect told you to look out for?

a taller figure appeared at your side. she gripped your shoulder and started dragging you away from the table. maybe the professor hadn’t realised her mistake, but you sure did. you could just watch jinsol mouth a ‘fighting’ to you as the older girl dragged you away.

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

the nurse had to tend a boy that fell of his broom first. apparently he had some internal bleeding or whatever. you of course understood the situation, but a glaring prefect on your side wasn’t making it any easier.

“i’m sorry for dragging you into this, i don’t know what happened.”

“…it’s fine, l/n. i also find it quite weird. i thought you were better than that.” the last phrase felt as if she was doubting your abilities.

“i did what it said in the book. ‘stirring slowly clockwise, add powdered bezoar’. i just thought bezoar was red, not dark.”

“it is red. wasn’t the powder that colour?”

“no, it was darker.” lily hummed. she didn’t say a word more, surprisingly. as the head girl, you expected she’d be meaner to a student from a different house. while she wasn’t pleasant, she also didn’t make the wait unbearable.

“could any of you girls tell me what actually happened? it’s a miracle your hands didn’t turn into charcoal from what i see, the sleeves are all burned!” said the nurse when she finally came back.

“powdered metallic magnesium with boiling water, if i’m not mistaken.”

“what? taeyeon gave you metallic magnesium and told you to add it to water? are you joking!”

“no.” the prefect glanced at you. “i think someone sabotaged her vials.”

“ah, that explains it. i guess it happens even here.” the nurse shrugged before applying some soothing cream on your arms.

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

“metallic magnesium? but it doesn’t react so hard with water i think?” you nodded lightly to a junior of your, kyujin. she, along with bae, were your closest friends. naturally, after the incident they were the first ones you went to.

“yeah, but it does depend on the temperature. kim had us boiling the water because bezoar doesn’t react in cold temperatures.” said jinsol. after your accident, she had to stay and finish her potion, although while worrying about you, she stirred the mixture in the wrong direction and it exploded.

they do say you are the only ravenclaw actually exceeding at potions. some, like your prefect, are good, but not great.

“i know how it happened, i just don’t know why. i though the professor was the one preparing the vials before the class?” you wondered out loud.

“what? i heard they changed it like a week ago? now apparently the students can do it, assigned from different houses.” a look of bewilderment appeared on your face at kyujin’s words.

“what?”

“you didn’t know? yoona told me this the other day at the assembly.” that’s right, the two of you missed the assembly with the new prefect, sullyoon. bae tangled herself on her bedding and you barely made it to the breakfast.

“so students get assigned to make the preparations?”

“sometimes, if the teacher allows it. i guess you can check who was on duty before your lesson? there’s a timetable in the main hall.” god bless for kyujin, whatever would you do without her.

you practically ran to the main hall. as the younger of your trio said, there was a list pinned with a schedule of classes and students assigned to prepare for them.

you didn’t recognise the names written beneath potions with professor kim, but you did recognise the dark green colour that accompanied them.

“seems you were tricked by slytherins.”

“seems so.”

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

“morrow? to what do i own this pleasure?”

“hello professor. i was wondering, who exactly was assigned today for preparing potions?”

“son and her group, why? was there anything wrong?”

“they picked the wrong powder.”

“is it something i should look into?”

“no miss, i’ve got it covered.”

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

you were sitting at the lunch table of your house. bae, who usually was there first, was running late.

“have you heard? morrow got into a fight with some fifth years!” you turned your head in the direction of the sound, seeing a panting jinsol approach you.

“really? isn’t she a prefect though? that would look bad on her mark.” you mumbled, scooting over so the other girl could have her spot next to you.

“i think she’s fine. there’s a rumour going around the prefects that she punished them for violating the school code.” sullyoon leaned over the table to speak to you. “she had a talk with the head girl, but i think it’s sorted out now.”

“what could someone do to get morrow so mad? i need to know so i don’t end up on the receiving end next time.” you laughed at bae’s joke, but truth be told, you were also curious. lily wasn’t normally violent physically, although there was a rumour she could crack anyone verbally.

“i think it’s about the powder incident. some fourth year had a accident- on your period actually?- and apparently the fifth years were responsible for the materials.” you glanced at jinsol. maybe the word about your incident got around the school, but fortunately it didn’t mention you as the victim.

“she beat them up for missing ingredients?”

“i mean, it is hard to mistake powdered metallic magnesium for bezoar, let’s be honest. i think it was a set up. by the way, what’s with the cape? you had a different one earlier, this looks like a newer one.”

“…about that-“

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

amongst the unofficial rules, there is a very important one- do not meddle with the other houses. only one rule could be considered more important. do not try to get in other houses’ dormitories.

the eyes of the first year that opened the doors to you were open wide. he was clearly new, and very young at that, but he seemed aware of the ground rules. he’d slam the door in your face, had your hand not stopped him.

“please, is morrow here? i wanted to have a prefect to prefect word with her.” you could only hope he was new enough not to know every house’s prefects. and considering the fight the slytherin just had, your excuse should seem believable.

“…i’ll fetch her.” he mumbled, leaving the door opened just the slightest. you decided not to push your luck and just wait till he comes back with the older girl.

two shadows cast on the floor near the doors. lily moved slightly, so she could see just which of the prefects wanted to speak with her. a look of surprise flashed on her face when she saw you on the other side, but as quick as it appeared, it was gone.

“thank you, jay. you’re dismissed.” she said as she closed the doors behind her. then, her eyes caught yours. “let’s go somewhere quieter, prefect.”

she led you down a couple hallways, until you stopped recognising the part of the school. fear crawled in the back of your mind.

“this’ll do.” she finally said after the long walk. you were somewhere in the left wing of the school, if you had to guess.

she glanced at your worried expression and scoffed.

“what, you want to get spotted with me in public? the rest of my house would probably have your head.” she had a point.

“did you beat up the fifth years because they switched my bezoar for magnes?”

“wow, straight to the point, okay. why would you think that, l/n? what makes you so special?”

dumbfounded, you stared at her stone cold expression.

“…why would you fight them then?”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“nor did you mine.”

“i did.” she smirked. “what about it?”

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

talking with the slytherin prefect had many downsides, as it turned out. first of all, she wouldn’t leave you alone. despite the bewildered and judging gazes you received around the hall, lily would follow you any given chance.

second, this meant that basically every slytherin was against you now. especially a fan club of lily’s, group of delusional girls.

there were of course more, but lily morrow came with a couple good things too. she scared off all the others. slytherins although bothered you, they kept a safe distance when lily was nearby. other houses kept a distance, except ravenclaw of course.

sullyoon told you once that she was even friends with the slytherin’s prefect now.

the mentioned girl was unbearably flirtatious though. not knowing her earlier, you thought she’d just cold. on the contrary, once she warmed up to you you’d get a flirty remark every other day.

after a couple months of this push and pull you started wondering, would it be so bad to date lily morrow?

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

taeyeon watched two of her students before potions. next to her stood a friend of hers, hyoyeon, the defence against the dark arts teacher.

“why are we staring at them again?” asked hyo.

“…i made them gay.”

the younger looked at her friend bewildered.

“kim taeyeon what the fuck.”

“they weren’t talking. i made them talk. i made them gay. can i make people gay?”

“are you sure you didn’t drink one of those weird potions?”

“can i make others gay? can i make you gay?”

“TAEYEON WHAT THE ACTUAL-“

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*.

[weepylucifer]

DE daemon AU with characters in no particular order:

Harry: a dog. some sort of huge, shaggy beaft. can switch seamlessly between scary police dog and slobbering best friend full of love. because Harry has amnesia, the two of them might not remember taboos like no daemon touching and she'll try to lick Kim. if you play Harry like he's trying to turn his life around, Harry can do stuff like groom her fur

Kim: skua. skua's got it all. it can fly, it's the symbolic bird of Revachol (Kim is sooo proud and vindicated about it), it's huge, it's majestic, it's a complete asshole

Evrart: chameleon. Edgar has a different daemon, but there's a rumor that when they impersonate each other, they keep their daemons out of sight and use actual trained animals to keep up the ruse. maybe because of that, their daemons tend to not speak much in front of strangers.

Jean: i don't care. a roach. die.

Cuno and Cunoesse: unsettled. Cuno's daemon changes all the time, usually into something small but loud and annoying (for posturing reasons). with Cunoesse there's a persistent rumor that she has no daemon, adding to her creepy child reputation, but it's really just that her daemon prefers taking small forms and hiding inside her clothing, huddled against her. unless you antagonize her in any way. then he's a ball of rage and poorly suppressed fear and puffed up and in your face

Steban: deer. duh. they say she settled the moment he finished reading the Elysium version of Kapital or something else of that sort. has the 1 in 10000 antlered doe mutation because Of Course. still has some faint trace of fawn coloring which Steban is highly embarrassed about

Ulixes: oooohhhhh he wishes. he wishes it were a shrike. especially because he may not actually know what a shrike looks like and is picturing some large and badass-looking bird. but he is not actually Nilsen. he is Ulixes. it is a mongoose

Smoker on the Balcony: cat. a very elegant and sleek one. doesn't speak to other people or their daemons at all except for when it's sexy

Cindy: crow. intelligent, creative, prone to wise-cracking

Noid: one of those stick insects that can camouflage themselves as flowers or leaves

Egghead: parrot. also constantly yells scooter lyrics

Trant: something weird where it's not apparent to anyone in what way the animal is meant to be a symbolic representation of his personality at all. like fuckin uhhh a platypus

[mariacallous]

Top Ukrainian defense officials and U.S. diplomats agree about one thing: North Korean arms deliveries to Russia are among the biggest threats to Kyiv’s ability to defeat the Russian invasion. 

Lt. Gen. Kyrylo Budanov, the Ukrainian chief of military intelligence, has called the nonstop ammunition shipments from North Korea to Russian ports in the Far East a direct threat to the Ukrainian front lines thousands of miles to the west. U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken told the United Nations Security Council last month that addressing North Korean (and Iranian) arms deliveries to Russia should be the first priority for the U.N. body. And U.S. Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin told lawmakers this spring that weapons from countries such as North Korea helped to keep Russia’s war going. 

The denunciations of North Korean assistance for Moscow’s war effort, which has been apparent for two years, have redoubled after the signing this summer of a rejuvenated Russia-North Korea defense pact.

There is plenty of open-source evidence suggesting that, since at least mid-2022, thousands of shipping containers have left North Korean ports, docked in Russia, and offloaded to trains headed west. U.S. State Department analysts say that at least 11,000 containers have arrived, apparently carrying munitions. Budanov has noted that the results are visible on the battlefield about a week after a new shipment arrives. While estimates of the exact number of North Korean artillery shells delivered vary widely, from 1.6 million to almost 6 million shells, experts say at least 2 million were sent to Russia as of this summer, though many of them were old, degraded, or defective in some way.

That raises a couple of questions: Why would the delivery of old and often unreliable North Korean artillery ammunition over the past year constitute one of the biggest threats to Ukraine’s chances in a war fought by advanced tanks, fighter jets, drones, and air-defense systems? And just what is North Korea getting out of this trade—merely money, food, and oil, or is it also receiving advanced Russian military technology that could further empower dictator Kim Jong Un?

In other words, will the more worrisome impact of Moscow and Pyongyang’s newfound partnership be seen on the battlefields of eastern Ukraine, or in the geopolitical landscape of Northeast Asia?

The shells that North Korea has provided Russia are not top of the line (though, neither were all of the rounds provided to Ukrainian forces from a hodgepodge of Western stockpiles). Experts who have analyzed a number of mortar and artillery rounds used in the war have found many munitions that are either old, degraded, or simply defective, with high dud rates and unreliable targeting. 

“This is not high-quality ordnance, but this is not the first place Russia would like to go” for extra supplies, said Vann Van Diepen, a former U.S. State Department official and an expert on North Korean weapons proliferation. Without it, though, the Russian way of fighting would be hard to sustain, especially into the third year of what was meant to be a lightning war, he said. 

“They’d have to do it at a much lower level of intensity, because their way of seizing territory is big artillery barrages and then moving in,” Van Diepen added.

That’s the reason that vast amounts of even poor-quality arms are such a concern for Ukrainian military leaders and the U.S. officials desperate to help them stay in the fight. Russia has sought to increase its own domestic production of munitions, especially artillery shells, but it still can’t produce enough to meet the high rates of fire that its forces need. 

Especially over the past year, when Russian factories were still gearing up, North Korean deliveries “gave them the bridging capacity. North Korean artillery shells are not good, but when it comes to artillery munitions, quantity has a quality all of its own,” said Michael Kofman, a senior fellow at the Russia and Eurasia Program at the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace.

Kofman estimated that North Korean deliveries may have provided a significant number of the shells that came out of Russian barrels over that critical year, which “has allowed Russia to sustain an artillery fire advantage” of at least 3-to-1, and higher in some areas, over Ukrainian forces, he said.

That kind of edge has been especially notable in tough fighting in southeastern Ukraine over the past year as the United States and Europe have fallen short on their own pledges to boost production of artillery ammunition to supply Ukrainian forces. On Oct. 2, Russian forces finally battered the Ukrainian town of Vuhledar into submission after two years of resistance, potentially opening the door to further territorial gains for Moscow.

The other big question is what North Korea is getting out of the bargain, beyond the shipments of food and energy that the isolated regime badly needs, particularly after the economic devastation of the COVID-19 years and the continued impact of Western and U.N. sanctions. 

One obvious win for Pyongyang was Russia’s blocking at the United Nations this spring of the renewal of the body that oversees sanctions enforcement against North Korea’s missile and nuclear programs; shuttering that oversight program after 15 years in operation will likely make it even easier for North Korea to skirt the sanctions meant to curb its ability to develop a long-range nuclear strike capability. 

Another high-profile win was the inking in June of the Russia-North Korea defense pact, essentially an updated version of a similar agreement dating from the 1960s between the Soviet Union and the then-nascent North Korea. 

Some experts believe that the pact offers less than meets the eye, given that Russian involvement in any North Korean war is unlikely. 

But the formalized military relationship between the two countries, coming two years after the start of intensified arms shipments to aid Russia’s war, has redoubled alarm in Washington about the emergence of a durable coalition of anti-Western countries, including China and Iran. That informal grouping has featured greater trade and arms transfers among all four members, which have had impacts both on the Ukrainian battlefield and farther afield; Russia is reportedly considering whether to supply Iranian proxy forces in Yemen with advanced missiles to further disrupt shipping in the Red Sea. 

Potentially much more worrisome, but much harder to pin down, is the extent to which Russia is willing to provide North Korea with advanced military technology. This has been a worry for the Biden White House since well before the new mutual defense pact. The administration is particularly concerned about the transfer of fighter jets, tanks, and missile technology, though Moscow has been supplying Pyongyang with missile technology for decades. (And, in fact, the few dozen North Korean missiles used in Russian attacks on Ukraine this year appeared to be direct copies or derivatives of older Soviet designs.)

Since the deepening of the arms trade between the two countries has become apparent, analysts have sought to determine which of the many items on Pyongyang’s wish list might be on offer from Russia, including satellite technology, guidance systems for missiles, delivery systems for intercontinental-ballistic missiles, and even advanced submarine technology. 

“What is North Korea getting out of this? We just don’t know. The Russians haven’t actually said they have given much of anything,” Van Diepen said. “There is no real, solid information beyond the food and oil. In terms of military tech transfers, there is no actual information.”

The question is complicated, because while North Korea’s wish list may be grand, its needs are even greater. Unlike China, which is also hoping to benefit from its support for Russia’s war with long-denied transfers of advanced technology, almost any technology is advanced for North Korea. 

“North Korea could benefit from all sorts of things, not just nuclear technology. They have vast needs in the conventional arms area, in dual-use technologies—they could benefit from just about anything,” Van Diepen said.

One big fear is that the refurbished relationship between Pyongyang and Moscow could embolden Kim to take an even more aggressive line regionally than he has in recent years. Since the demise of bilateral talks with the United States in 2019, Kim gave signs of jettisoning decades of family preference for a normalization of relations with the United States based on denuclearization, said Rachel Minyoung Lee, a Korea expert at the Stimson Center. That became even clearer with a late 2023 speech by Kim in which he defined South Korea as essentially a foreign country with which North Korea is in belligerent relations.

“All this happened in the middle of this blossoming relationship with the Russians, so it would be logical to assume Russia was in the background of Kim’s decision-making,” Lee said.

And there’s another thing beyond food, oil, or technology that Kim could get from Russia: a veneer of international legitimacy. One of the little-noticed clauses in the June mutual defense pact, Lee noted, was Russia’s support to help get North Korea into international clubs such as BRICS, a grouping of countries (comprising Brazil, Russia, India, China, South Africa, and several recently added members) that is turning into an ad hoc anti-Western coalition.

The deeper relationship with Russia might also give Kim a chance to resuscitate one of his grandfather’s favorite plays: balancing China and Russia against each other. China dominates North Korea’s trade and has acted as a check of sorts on Pyongyang’s worst foreign-policy excesses. Closer ties with and backing from Moscow could give Kim space to indulge a more adventurous foreign policy.

“At least for the short term, it makes sense for Kim to align more closely with Russia, because Russia is not going to worry about international sanctions or international norms, and China will not quite go that far,” Lee said.

The problem is that, unlike in Kim Il Sung’s days, China is not a junior partner to be balanced against. China’s economic dominance over Russia has already become apparent in the terms of those two countries’ so-called “no limits” friendship, and it is Beijing that holds Moscow over a barrel. That new power dynamic could ultimately act as a brake on just how much Russian support can help drive North Korea in a dangerous direction, Lee said.

“I think China is mixed: They’re not unhappy that Russia and North Korea are creating further headaches for Washington, but they are also concerned about how far this could go, and about a waning of the influence they have over North Korea,” she said.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

barking barking, ok so i am rereading a bit of the last chapter and the things i had noted last time so that i remember everything that happened but after that i am loose

having an awful idea to listen to the guitar solo of freebird on repeat as i read this.... i am going to do it there is a rotating rat on the 10 hours version i found, wonderful

SO UH THIS IS MASSIVE SORRY ALSO SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ CAPS LOVELY NEWEST CHAPTER SCROLL PAST THIS VERY FAST IT MAY TAKE A WHILE. THE READ MORE BUTTON DOESN'T WORK IN ASKS SO SORRY

(i refuse to edit it this time, it took me like. a while last time and this is even longer, so you also get the incomprehensible pieces and no added notes to explain what i meant <3 (also a lot more '<3' this time. not sure why))

MORE CROWS rrr, they are important i know it

the way panthera is surrounded by cats and crows is interesting... like its an amusing visual but also really kick ass if you frame it in your mind right

yes, i enjoy that juleka is confronting ladybug on how she leads, especially considering that we know for sure they are inexperienced, yes i like this conversation

ooo, this is interesting, dust all kicked up focussing on different senses...very fun, always interesting to see how they can rely on things other than sight

woahhh, the staff lets off green sparks?? its made of copper <3 wait i looked it up and... aluminium makes green fire too? huh? this isn't important <33

awesome visual tho

YEAH BEAT HIS ASS BRO roger cop my beloathed <3

massive baby guy would be scary...

yay! teamwork! carapace and panthera woohoo

gonna be honest free birds outro on loop is really setting the mood for fighting for me

stop making me google things cap... t-rexes were apparently in the "late cretaceous" like ok thanks movie franchise for lying to me ig

Rena- this is amazing- she would record that. wonderful descriptors <33

No <3 i do not need the heartbreak of juleka v akumatised rose again <3 stop it <3 you hurt me <3

oh thank god-

this mantra of "calm yourself" is intriguing, i think its not going to work <3 let her go ape shit please

YOO PRINCE SHINING?? NOO

THIS IS BAD ASS THO

HA AND DOWN HE GOES

she's gonna turn this car around road trip with them when?? it can be a well deserved break <3 i am pitching this idea cap <3 this is what i would like and i would like it very much (i kid, its just amusing to me)

no because. because. alya nino and chloe are still able to have fun in a fight and. and- juleka is over here like a war veteran while marinette is trying to corral them all and- upset now

oh no juleka blacked out?? oh dear...

chlolix crumbs... wonderful... (to be honest with you, searching through the chlolix ship tag years ago was why i found these fics, so i love to see them but i am so attached to the story now <33)

OO? violence in your heart juleka?? maim and kill him you say?? good idea <3

“Miss me?” He grinned maliciously. “No, whore.” Queen Bee scowled at her side. i am actually losing it this is the funniest thing i have seen today-

ooo dark cupid being used to farm akumas... this is reminding me of minecraft and zombie villager farming to get the best trades, i can see the video titles now "this hack will TRIPLE your akuma production in just three EASY steps" <- unsure what this is but it happened in my brain, so there you go <3

i do like the idea of dark cupids powers being used tactically like this, i enjoy how its thought out critically when an akuma has an obviously helpful / game changing power

</3 "ma, i'm so exhausted" you are so cruel

AUGH WHAT NO ough rena got got by kim...

marinette kiss her quick

ough emotional

imma be honest for a hot second i thought juleka got hit by dark cupids arrow which i was fascinated by the idea of, however i think if she is to lose self control it would be more interesting if it was due to circumstances than mind altering magic

??? interesting, "there was- for a flash- a blackness that seemed to writhe like a bubbling mass of ink up her fingers—!" curious...

D: chloe... :(

augh my heart... they all got got protecting each other...

YOUR EVIL THIS IS UPSETTING ME

um hello?? who is speaking to her in bold?? am i dumb for not knowing?? girly is hearing voices

kill him!

gigantitan baby cult...

alternate universe where neither of them remember any of the old akumas names and at one point one of the akumas is so offended by the idea of being forgettable its enough of a distraction to get them

not me trying to think about whether a wish could actually be beneficial in any overall capacity using the rules we were given because hawkmoth is saying it would be...

no but why is the fact that akumatised queen bee is just sad making me so upset-

this is such a fucking big chapter jesus christ-

"nicking her ear and taking out one of her piercings" make her design look like gargamels cat azrael 2k18

(thats the wrong year. uh. shhh thats just the auto fill in my head when i say 2k)

hawky boy has gone off the edge of sanity hasn't 'e...

WOAH ONE ON ONE?? OWHUWO

OH NO ITS GOING BADLY

ohno that guy in bold is back at it again being ominous as fuck ohh i am dumb its plagg. yeah that tracks i am but a silly guy

ooo is it happening? is she doing the thing??

YOO THAT WAS BETTER THAN WHAT I THOUGHT OF THAT WAS BADASS YOO??

OUHTFHEDW

really did a bilbo catching the one ring on his finger and turning invisible right when gollum was boutta catch him tense vibes moment i would describe this better but i must get back to reading this was awesome

OOO SHE DID END UP BEING CALM IT WORKED WOHDANW4FIBBDE

THIS IS BAD COMMENTARY I AM EXCITED OK??

augjh=gtfreinig4fgrninib4frnedw

the way that i'm insane for the idea that someone recorded this fight and everyone ends up seeing panthera being a fucking badass has me insane...

mmmm switching the music to metallica

oh that was the right decision perfect base drop timing for what i was reading

ough awoog wibnefr, insane for the way that she is not referring to herself as human rn

awwybgfwei bgyrfned insane for all of this actually

THIS WAS SO FUCKING COOL JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD ABHWEBHUUNERI I WISH I COULD SHAKE YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND EXPLAIN ARTICULATELY EVERY DETAIL I LOVED BUT ALAS ALL I CAN DO IS KEYBOARD SMASH AT YOU ACROSS THE INTERNET

love carapce actually <3

“You suck bro. Take an L dude, take an L.” “HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME– THIS IS MY MOMENT-” “IT’S A RANDOM FUCKING FRIDAY DUDE IT IS JUST A FRIDAY!” Carapace shouted, so frustrated, pinching his fingers together at the man. “YOU’VE WASTED SO MUCH TIME! GET A JOB!” love this so much actually

YO I FORGOT ABOUT MAYURA AND YOU FUCKING NAMED THE CHAPTER AFTER HER BRO

What a wonderful power, she thought. To protect, instead of hurt. stab in the heart why don't you

“HEY LADYBUG WE FOUND A BROKEN STICK!” “I FOUND IT FIRST ACTUALLY!” “I FOUND A FEATHER!” The two simply sighed love them all so dearly actually <3

awoog wiubfrne, whub?? juleka babe girly darling why are you still injured???? ough it was because of the metallica moment (<3 i have my own name for it, the songs i listened to while that was happening was Battery and Master of puppets btw)

well course it didn't heal from the cure, they are exact opposites so their direct effects would cancel out. like a plus and a minus, idiot

Apparently Rose might’ve fought Adam in a random parking lot that they had ended up in because she thought he might’ve hurt her during the attack so.. HWJB4IFE HA she would do that wouldn't she?

“Meh, it happens.” alix??? this is such a hilariously chill response??

nriew more chlolix crumbs...

Alix defended herself passionately, throwing up her hands as icing laid smeared on her lips. She paused for a moment, as Chloe half-heartedly wiped a bit off before continuing THATS GAY GAYY THEY ARE GAY A3WDWEUI sorry i got a bit excited there.

“Don’t worry, I won’t disappear.” “…Sometimes I–” “Yes?” Juleka pepped up. Rose paused and seemingly waved her thoughts away, smiling. “It’s nothing, don’t keep your big bro waiting!” RRRR REVEAL YOUR IDENTITY PLEASE OIGUHER RRRR

no because you somehow manage to keep it being a slow burn after they got together and i'm insane for that

actually they are the most adorable creatures in the universe i love them

I just didn’t think you’d start hearing them now.. huhwuh?? she is supposed to hear voices?????? weird wack ass side effects

ruhroh looks like thats the consequences of your actions nathalie

RUHROH THE CONSEQUENCES OF JULEKAS ACTIONS?? ough she has made herself an extra high value target

Her boy– no. Their boy shut up your in a queerplatonic relationship with gabriel and you both dated emilie in my head. he is your child to me <3 (i will write that damn 200k slowburn unhappy ending prequel i joked about if you fucking force my hand (ie. continue to make reference teeny tiny things like that (or maybe it will just start planning itself in my head right now curse you my brain)))

WAIT THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH IS SO SAD SHUT UP YOUR A CRUEL BEAST CAP

Emelie and Gabriel’s boy. He was not her’s. He would never be her’s. She was just– the assistant. The distant guardian. This was all for him though, if she could help– she could just. Maybe.. Nathalie shook her head at herself. What mattered was this family. UPSET NOW

TEARING YOU APART RIPPING YOU APART WITH MY TEETH CAP THIS WAS INCREDIBLE AND THIS TOOK ME OVER 2 HOURS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I 4yrheiwjnow

you may receive asks in your future about me writing that thing i keep joking about. i am spinning it in my mind like this damn rat

i muted it at times but wanted a timer and uh

this is nearly 1800 words wrong what is wrong with me- yknow what no this is your fault for the monster size of this chapter, anyway, time to slap this beast into your inbox <33

THIS IS MADE ME SO SO SO SOSOSOSOSO SOS O HAPPY.,,,,,,,

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH,, IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED,,,

[popculturebuffet]

Scott Pilgrim Teaser Talk

I normally don't do this, especially these days when i'm so swamped with work thanks to my move and back pains putting me way behind. But... given I did a whole 6 part retrospective on this series, love it dearly and have covered pretty much every scrap of scott pilgrim media except the game (which I now feel confident enough in reviewing games to fix, wink wink), I couldn't.. not comment on this. So let's jump in.

Firstly the trailer diseplled my fears from the cast announcment that they were just adapting the film: the art style from the comics is lovingly presented while at the same time adding some nice wrinkles: there's apparently a segement of the kim and scott fight that takes place on vhs, it has a ncie little grainy quality and I notice the animation is slightly intentionally a touch stitled in spots while being every bit as fast pased and manic as it needs during fights,m amost like a comic in motion which I really appreciate. The animation is drop dead gorgeous and every bit as glorious as O'Malley's style in motion should be while still doing it's own things. Shots I really liked are gideon's screen thing, the split screen with the band all sweaty, and the vhs stuff. And that's really the vibe I get: going a bit closer to the comics but also adding shit. I love the oni half mask Roxy has in one shot, and a lot of the trailer seems to be showing off that we'll be geting some unique scenes neither the movie nor the comics had. I love Gideon's creepy layer with all those tv screens, Roxy and Wallace having a proper confrontation (and a hilarious one), more scenes with Ramona by herself, and what looks to be an absolutely BONKERS take on the roxy fight. It's one of the main reasons I wanted a full series adaptation: while I love the movie a combination of edgar only having access to volumes 1 and 3 primarily and having to slim the narrative down into two hours meant a lot of stuff got cut out out of necsity or, contrary to popular belief, him not being a psychic wizard from an outer dimension. it's an inner dimension. Diffrent thing. Diffrent power set.

So yeah this looks like everything I could've possibly hoped for and I look forward to seeing it this november.. and covering it. See the reason I don't cover a ton of streaming series when they come out, much as i'd love to, is that I'm not psychic. I can't predict when a service will deem to release their show unless they tell me and most wait till the very last second, long after i've filled up my schedule. IN this case though I hadn't gotten to november yet and even if I had now I have a hard date, I can carve out a space for this series. So expect a review of this show in november baby and like you i'm hoping it's gooood.

[ijustkindalikebooks]

I have marinated myself in this album for nearly a full week and what a week it has been. I think this album is kind of flawless. Like Mahalia on Closer, 'We've got dynamite in our DNA' in 'All Day'? The beautiful tones of Kim Sawol in 'Forg_tful'? How did I exist before this record? I have no idea.

Anyway these are some books that make me think of these songs.

Yun (with Erykah Badu) - I thought about this alot, and I was trying to think of a way to explain humans in a book, and maybe a book that is a combination of art, philosophy and humans, is 'The Unbearable Lightness Of Being' by Milan Kundera. It's not a book for everyone, but it does combine elements of Psychology and Philosophy and certainly reflects on being human. RM has also read it apparently, so maybe there's something to this.

Still Life (with Anderson Paak) - One of the biggest bops on this record with a great video I might add, I consider this song the antithesis of 'Black Swan' here the artist is very much coming back and revelling in the stillness and to keep on moving onwards. I think a good suggestion here is 'I Want To Die, but I Want To Eat Tteokpokki' by Baek Se-Hee. A book about a woman talking to her therapist, I think it's very much about breaking out your own mould.

All Day (With Tablo) - I love this song so much. A song about the world, and politics and standing up when they say behave, this song is definitely one of my favourites on this album. If you want a perspective on the political history of South Korea, I would recommend Han Kang's Human Acts. Based on the events of the Gwangju Uprising, which both J-Hope and Suga have referenced in songs before, this book is not light, but it is incredible and defined by the people who stood.

Forg_tful (with Kim Sawol) - Her voice is so pretty on this song, it's a beautiful listen. This song is about nature and sometimes the fleeting nature of existence, and maybe that's why I was thinking of 'The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue' by V. E. Schwab. The story of a girl whose existence is forgotten in a day, it gave me vibes. This one was so difficult to think of, but I feel like it has the elements.

Closer (with Honne, Mahalia and Paul Blanco) - You know I was thinking about this so long, it actually hurt my head, but I remembered this book by David Levithan called Everyday I liked and it kinda me think huh. About a boy a wakes up in the body of someone new everyday until he ends up at Justin, and meets his girlfriend, it's a weird one, but I think a really good one and you can't be more under the skin can you?

Change Pt 2 - Go off Namjoon, I guess. I respect this song so much in that it's honest, it's confrontational and he recorded it drunk, and it makes for an added emotion to it, especially those last lines. If this song is about becoming what you truly were meant to be, I was thinking of Circe by Madeleine Miller. The story of a witch sent to an island as punishment and what happens to her and how she takes control of her life after having none is incredible, and I think if you have read both, you'd get it.

Lonely - I can't imagine how it must feel to be feel so lonely in a city coloured purple in your honour, that must be heartbreaking for someone to deal with, hence how we got this song. A song about just wanting to go home, maybe a good story about someone who is just trying to do that is 'The Odyssey' by Homer. The story of Odysseus (self-fulfilling prophecy much?) whose trying to get home after the Trojan War, Namjoon is a modern day Odysseus, does he have to deal with a witch, Hydra and Cyclops? No, but he does have the world on his shoulders.

Hectic (with Colde) - A song about a hectic life and not being able to see the good and smooth compared to the rough, I was thinking about days that were important to have all the time you need, and maybe a good example of this is 'They Both Die At The End' by Adam Silvera. The story of two boys who realise they only have one day left to live, I can imagine this song might be quite relevant to them on their last day.

Wildflower (with Youjeen) - The first glimpse of the album we had, Wildflower is about staying rooted but keeping yourself moving and living for yourself and you know what go this man for letting themselves be compared to flowers. What I think is a great recommendation for this song is Wild by Cheryl Strayed, the story of a woman who goes on a road trip after divorce, and wander 11000 miles discovering herself along the way and isn't that very wildflower? In my opinion yes.

No. 2 (with Park Jiyoon) - I thought about this alot, and I know the recording at the end was recorded secretly as they walked through a park, I believe and then they sampled it in so taking in nature and moving forward. One of my favourite quotes is:

“Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be.”

from Walt Whitman, and when I hear this song it kinda reminds me of someone finding their wonder again. So I think a good suggestion might be Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Because if anything this album is, it's a collection of songs of himself, but also it expresses the cyclical nature of life. If anything Indigo is, it's an exploration, of nature, humanity and being who you are, there is no better poetry collection that defines that.

-x-

What would you recommend based on these songs?

Let me know!

Vee xo.

[laesas]

Omg please tell me about daemi's kimchay and macau

Ok so - Disclaimer that this is all like 3rd hand information from twitter and chats with the mutuals (I do not have twitter and cannot read thai novels!)

TW for Suicide and Sexual Violence. (I will be putting this under a readmore just in case.)

So Macau I am more certain on - He commits suicide in front of Vegas (I think) by jumping from a building. I briefly talked about it at the time (because fan responses were getting a little too close to blaming victims and their families for suicides) and while I personally think it's an interesting choice for the character I think the way that it was handled was in poor taste.

Now I'm less sure on this and can't find a bunch of sources on it anymore so maybe it was a rumour - but apparently in another scene in the same novel, Kim rapes Porchay in a fit of jealousy.

If that is true it's like ??? Do you not have any other plot points at all??? Are neither of you capable of coming up with scenarios other than non-con for the couple who are the softest in the books and the show. You've written one character not involved in the mafia at all and another trying to escape it, why is that the narrative choice for them?? As well as being weird and ooc it's just...... uncreative? Only there for shock value. I like Kim and Chay and will *absolutely* be ignoring this characterisation if it's true lol.

I can't say I'm the biggest fan of daemi considering the content of the novels anyway. I think the show did a decent job at walking that line back to dubious consent (by having Pete and Porsche initiate) but obviously even that is not to everyone's tastes. As much as dubious-consent is the theme in the show, the novels romanticise non-con completely uncritically, which paired with the "straight until forced to have sex with a gay man" theme that novel Pete and Porsche have going on is like. Ew. Idk. I'm personally not going to be respecting their writing decisions lol.

Also another disclaimer. This isn't a Let's Hate Poi post. I don't like her writing, or her treatment of the cast, however that is in no way enough to make me believe that what has allegedly happened between her and Build isn't completely heartbreaking. I have a hard line about discussing this issue though - just for reference any asks about this will be deleted without reading, anonymous or not. It's hard to convey tone here but I don't mean this unkindly! I just very much cannot discuss it for personal reasons, but need to make it crystal clear the critique is specific to Poi's writing and I don't want to align myself with those adding to attacks on her personally.

Anyway! Not a cheery post. But hopefully that explains what I meant by disliking daemi's treatment of KimChay and Macau!

[starcasticallyyours]

Jan 4, 2023 - a lovely day!!

I just had a really good day today that I want to make sure I remember so I'm making an honest to god blog, a straight up rambling diary entry. Just like I used to on LiveJournal, wow.

I do not expect anyone to read this. I just want to remember my lovely day. It was filled with nostalgia, good food, history, productivity, genuine exercise(?!), photos, and of course, BTS.

I've been on holiday since December 30th because I have a benevolent boss (perks of working at a small company) who lets our annual leave spill over a tiny bit since it's still "Christmas" break. I was socially engaged the nights of Dec29/Jan1 as well as the afternoon of Dec30, plus I was furiously writing updates for the DnD ficlet collection since it was Tae's birthday and trying to finish up Ch1 of the Regency sequel, Pirate fic, whenever I was at home during this time so it did not feel restful at all. It was only on Jan2 where I could pull a Kim Seokjin and completely sequester myself at home and veg out -- woke up at noon and played Stardew Valley for like, 6 hours. Jan3 required me to be a functional adult again so I cleaned the flat and tried to hash out the pirate fic before realising it was going to take wayyyy more work, so I've earmarked Marryat and Forester books to check out from HK Central when I go to CWB on Saturday. (Apparently Jimin has a massive Dior ad on the Sogo screen, so I will also be going there after my haircut. Whoo!!) Which brings us to January 4th! A Thursday. Historically, Thursdays have been good to me and this was no exception. I woke up later than I intended, around 10 AM, and then the sheer pleasure of being in a comfortable bed without needing to be anywhere stretched my lie-in to 10:30. After the basics of room tidying and washing up, I had leftover pasta for breakfast and played In the Seom while waiting out the 30min I'm supposed to have between eating and taking my Chinese meds. Then it was washing up, getting dressed, packing up the devices after charging them all morning to give myself a little day trip to...

Kowloon City! My childhood 'hood. And now that I've moved back across the harbour, pressing play on The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever while walking out the door meant that by the time I got out in Sung Wong Toi station, my earbuds were appropriately blaring Ma City. (Okay, I did repeat Run because that's my favourite title track.) I made a beeline for Islam Food because I haven't had delicious halal Xinjiang cuisine in forever except I was an unfortunate bee with poor scent receptors since I forgot where it was and ended up looping around Nga Tsin Wai for a while... we were on Converse High by the time I found the resto, that's how long it took. At almost 2 PM was nearly full but not proper crowded, and mostly with older people which is par the course for Kowloon City. As a single I got a tiny table in the corner immediately and ordered a classic beef patty + bok choy and tofu soup. If I were with a larger group, I would have also gotten mutton xiaolongbao, scallion pancakes, and a curry so I will have to drag some people here again soon. Food was prompt and only $65 so I was done eating in 20 minutes tops.

Thanks to climate change, it was a balmy sunny afternoon so I stuffed my jacket into my backpack and headed on over to KCP. It's changed a LOT since I was a teenager -- no Park'n Shop in the basement selling eel and chicken rice boxes for $20 anymore, sigh. But I did get a Coco Milk Tea (half sweet, less ice) for $22 which is a VERY good price nowadays, you can't get anything in Central under $27 minimum ($30 on average) for example and it doesn't even taste as good?? But armed with my delicious tea, I was ready to go out the other way into Carpenter Park, which looks literally the same as when I was a kid. I spent a solid decade running around this park. There isn't a bouncy dinosaur anymore so I know it's not exactly the same, but the bicycle paths are the same, the rock garden where Sam filmed his lightsabre battles is the same... and Kowloon Walled City of course is the same.

...from when I was a child, not when it was THE Walled City. (Once, when everywhere at school was occupied, our drama class rehearsed our play in the Zodiac garden much to the tai-tais' collective chagrins.) Full disclosure that I actually came here in mid-December as well to gather inspo and info for my piece for the Ma City zine which is set in 80s KWC, so this time I didn't go look at the exhibits and just went straight to the chess garden since that's the only spot with tables. I set up my laptop and finished the piece to the soundtrack of construction, which I find very appropriate considering the topic. We don't get planes howling overhead anymore, so this will have to do.

Last time, I had to meet friends islandside for dinner so I actually walked up closer to Wong Tai Sin to take the bus but this time, it was only 4:15 and the day was just for me, for me! So after taking some pics in the bonsai garden in honour of Namjoon, I walked back to Junction Road and that was when I started taking pics for nostalgia -- down the street towards Ho Man Tin for the hundreds of times we ran for the bus stop, then up towards Munsang where my old school campus used to be. No, I didn't go to Munsang, I am very clearly an Intl school kid and we were across from them. The buildings are connected to Bethel Seminary which is Grade II protected so still there. I started walking up Junction Road towards Lok Fu when I saw the Stone Houses and stopped by.

These buildings weren't open when I was a kid; I remember passing them but hardly taking notice. Essentially, they are remnants of the oldest tenement buildings in the area, now refurbished as a cafe and museum. The server in the cafe immediately offered me a menu most kindly, but since it was 4:30 and I was already full on tea I politely declined. Checked out the museum though which is small and all in Chinese, no English, but I think the photos and maps would still be worth it for a non-reader. The whole thing strongly reminded me of the Mei Ho House museum and cafe too, even with their menu which is very Hong Kong cha chaan teng-esque. AND they have wi-fi!! So I'm totally planning on coming back for another writing session.

Since it was barely evening, I decided to hike Checkerboard Hill. Back when Kai Tak was still operating, the only way pilots could land planes was to come from the west, over Tsing Yi and Mei Foo Sun Chuen and barely across Kowloon City. With all the urban area underneath, there couldn't be proper signals so what they did was paint an enormous red-and-white checkerboard on the west and south sides of this hill to let the pilots know it was time to make that sharp 47 degree turn into the harbour airstrip. I distinctly recall being a preteen standing in the middle of the asphalt football (soccer to all y'all Yanks) pitch in Kowloon Tsai Park squinting up and thinking, "Why is it painted like that?" Later as a young adult, I found out. Now in my early 30s, I was going to actually go there.

Now ever since my former regular dance studio became a Covid cluster in 2020 and I also joined a choir whose rehearsals took its place on Monday evenings, I am far less fit than I could be. This was evident when I started up this hill -- which was NOT HARD at all, I am just pathetically out of shape. It took less than 15 minutes to reach the summit garden, where I did another confused bumblebee loop looking for the checkerboard and instead found: the electricity station, the weather station, some diligently preserved water tunnels from the 1940s-60s, and an irate woman screaming and swearing at a couple who accidentally took their dogs into the no-pets zone of the park. With the dulcet notes of "diu! bak po!" echoing behind me, I snapped some lovely views of Lion Rock then surreptitiously googled how to get to the checkerboard, discovering that indeed I was supposed to clamber over the stile and carefully tread the VERY narrow ditch outside of the fence (with a super steep slope studded with trees not a foot to the right) to get there.

So I did and the view was beautiful!! I was lucky to reach it at the twilight hour with an orange sun tinging everything as it moseyed on down to the horizon. Facing south you could see all of Kowloon City, all the way to Kwun Tong and Kowloon Bay on the left and Yau Tsim Mong on the right! Directly in front was even the IFC across the harbour. Directly below, Kowloon Tsai Park and those very sports fields from my youth. Somebody named Zach was playing tennis because his partner kept yelling encouragement, but I felt if I cheered "Yeah Zach, you can do it!" back down at them it would be creepy. So instead I took a lot of photos here, including some selfies on the middle layer smack centre of the checkerboard in which it was clear that I truly need a haircut which will happen under Jimin's watchful gaze in CWB come Saturday.

Finally, I climbed down the stairs and was sorely tempted to jump a gate to get into Kowloon Tsai because I know that park like the back of my foot (like, not SUPER well since it's been a long time but I would not get lost; I've run cross country around this park so many times) but in the end was a Good Honest Civilian and went back the way I came. I was feeling incredibly nostalgic at this point, so back on Junction Road I popped in my earbuds and replaced BTS with the Used for that extra mid-2000s angst. Spotify understood the brief and fed me Taking Back Sunday and Yellowcard while I followed the usual path through Morse Park, the way my almost-first-boyfriend Darren taught me in middle school. His favourite band was Jimmy Eat World, so it was perfect. With the memories of Preston's dad teaching me to play baseball on the artificial turf and when Grace came with me to Jusco so we could buy Neopets tamagotchis, I descended into the MTR and took the train home.

(At my stop, I got groceries including sushi for dinner, which I ate while watching Beyond the Star then after a break, took a massage in the chair while playing Stardew because my body is already paying the price for my impromptu hike today. Then I wrote this down before I could forget everything.)

It was a wonderful day, truly. I did everything I wanted to do and a little more, and I know what I want to do again when I inevitably come back. Hong Kong is changing because everything changes, but being in Kowloon City felt like nestling into a warm divot in the blankets. Like Joon said, you couldn't pay me millions to want to be from anywhere else. Like Hobi said, the heat will get to you but it's charged with the passion of its people. I'll be riding and dying in ma city until there's no other choice, which I know is sooner rather than later but for now, it's still Ma City.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

a kiss from the moon | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: All these years, all these summers, Jeon Jungkook has loved you. His problem? You have no idea. Mostly because he has always said it far too platonically and thrown up in your lap after saying it. Drunk. Fuck. Oh, yeah, and you're also Park Jimin's best friend since preschool. Shit.

warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining; JK gets distracted by (your) tits during his quest, typical; non-idol!BTS - purple-haired!Jungkook x sleepy af, noona!reader, ft Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung radiating big soulmate energy; childhood friends-to-lovers

yes, it's JK from the 'Butter' beach photos

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“I love you!”

You lifted your head out of the mountain of pillows, groggy and hazy, squinting at the moonlight filtering through the floating curtains. The night breeze was warm, drifting in softly with the low hum of cicadas. But what was that other sound? That other sound was familiar, wasn’t it?

You heard your name being shouted, followed by, “Wake up!”

You made a face and stumbled out of the bed, sticking your head out of your bedroom window, your own hair flying back and smacking you in the face.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, are you trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood?!”

“Get down here!”

You put on your best disgruntled expression and peered down at the form on your front lawn, shoving your own hair aside.

“What are you going on about?” you muttered, seeing Jeon Jungkook looking up at you, puffing his cheeks, long wet purple hair fading to gray because of the chlorine from swimming all night at that party Park Jimin had invited you to earlier today, to which you had responded, no thanks, I’m going to sleep all day, I worked three double shifts in a row and I have zero desire to be flung into your family’s swimming pool at this time, but I will acknowledge that your offer is very generous, and then promptly passing out for a good – you glanced at your phone with the pink bunny case Jungkook had given you two summers ago – ten hours and it was still not enough for you to comprehend why your best friend’s best friend was standing on your front lawn yelling at your parents’ house that you were watching for a month while they were in Italy getting drunk on far too expensive wine and eating cheese they probably couldn’t pronounce.

Jungkook was shirtless, clad only in orange swim shorts and sandals like a fucking hooligan. He was clutching a plastic red Solo cup and he threw it at the house, yelling your name again.

“Oh my fucking God, don’t litter, you idiot!” you bellowed back, throwing yourself away from the windowsill and crawling on the floor to your bedroom door like the evolution of mankind, making it from all fours to two legs by the time you got to the stairs – good thing too, you might have broken your neck if you were still disoriented – and you dragged yourself downstairs, yanking your white slip dress straight. Not your choice of pajamas. Your mom’s, who told you to be more ladylike, whatever the fuck that meant, and who also informed you in the same breath that it was your only choice of pajamas since they donated all your clothes from high school.

Awesome.

You go to university and your parents yeet all evidence that they had a child and go vacationing.

Good for them.

You wrenched your front door open and shoved your feet into your dad’s giant brown sandals and clapped your way over to the pink-faced, mildly drunk, shirtless man in swimming trunks on your front lawn.

“It’s two in the morning. Why are you standing here drunk and professing your love like some kind of deranged Romeo?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Why aren’t you at Jimin’s?” You spied the red Solo cup and picked it up, whipping your head back to Jeon Jungkook.

He was staring at you with his mouth open.

Charming.

He didn’t say anything for a good ten seconds.

“Alright, fine, let me call my loser of a best friend and tell him to pick up his loser of a best friend, so I can go back to sleep,” you muttered, about to turn around.

Jungkook seemed to sputter back to life. “Wait, um, noona–”

“He speaks! He’s not dead.”

“A… Ah… Um…”

You squinted at him and reached up to knock the side of his head. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

Jungkook blurted out, “I love you.”

His breath smelled a lot like alcohol.

“Yeah, I got that. You also said that when I got you through your Chemistry and World History exams. Both times. You also say that to like, what, six of your guy friends? Don’t get me started on the amount of times you’ve said it and thrown up in my lap right after. Don’t do that this time,” you added sternly, prodding at his chest. “I’ve got one set of pajamas because my mom forgets that human beings change clothes, so throw up on the grass.”

“Uh… that’s pajamas…?”

“Lady pajamas,” you grumbled sarcastically, lifting the lid and chucking the crumpled Solo cup into your parents’ trash can. “Since I’m not lady enough apparently according to my mom, even though I’m ninety-nine percent sure giant band t-shirts are completely unisex but, whatever, it’s just a dress, not a big deal.”

“Um.”

You looked at Jungkook, who looked back at you, who put your hands up and gestured him to say something, who in response rose his hands and flapped them in confusion, giving you absolutely zero helpful communication. The movement reminded you he had gotten his right arm and hand tattooed in the last couple years, the black ink standing out against tan skin. You hadn’t seen him too many times during your university years, too busy completing research papers and staying late nights in laboratories, only to now end up working on hospital software and sitting on your ass all day. Life, eh? These past three days were spent on working through bugs for the next software update and you had maybe lost all social skills as you attempted to unravel lines of code that you stared at for forty-eight out of the past seventy-two hours.

Fun!

“Do you need a cookie? A shower? The Bible?” you offered, waving your hands. “Maybe tell me why you’re here, yes?”

He was staring and you realized you were slightly bent over in your gesture, your breasts firmly pressed into the cups of the slip dress. You straightened and Jungkook’s wide dark brown eyes went back to your face.

“I… I didn’t realize you had come back, noona.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I told Jimin last week. He said he was hanging out with you and Taehyung. I figured he’d just tell you guys then.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, gray-purple hair flying about. He pointed to the left, where Jimin’s house was several blocks over. “He only mentioned it just now, when he was throwing up in the bathroom from doing eight shots in a row because Taehyungie dared him.”

“…. Maybe he needs the Bible…” you muttered, shaking your head.

Then the realization hit you.

“Did you walk here from Jimin’s and straight up abandon the party?”

Jungkook tilted his head and thought about it. “Yeah.”

You looked around to find the camera and see if you were being pranked, but there was no camera because this life wasn’t purely for entertainment, right? Nah, this wasn’t The Matrix.

Mhm.

“Hah, well, what’s wrong? Are you upset I didn’t go to the party or something? I had three double-shifts this week, I wasn’t going to be any fun passed out before actually drinking–”

“Yoongi-hyung was passed out before drinking.”

“In some ways, I swear that guy and I are the same person,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t go and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really banked on Jimin not being an airhead, but once again he is, so maybe I should reconsider him as my best friend…”

“Noona, I…”

You looked up from your mental consideration of Park Jimin’s pros and cons, the first pro being he punched that ex of yours that cheated on you with some Tinder hookup and that was already enough to stop contemplating, so you blinked at Jungkook curiously, looking into wide brown eyes, long strands of ash-purple floating around his handsome face from the night breeze, brushing against his parted lips, highlighting the mole underneath them, placed perfectly in the center like a kiss from the moon itself.

“Can I take a shower and sleep it off here?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, sure. You can borrow my dad’s clothes. You should call Jimin though. You don’t want him to panic that he lost you.”

“Y… Yeah, okay…”

-

Jeon Jungkook really thought he could say it this time.

Collected all his courage and ran, ran as fast as he could, couldn’t believe Jimin had neglected to say she was coming home over the summer for more than a day, days without her reminding Jungkook that he was a coward for not saying it when he could have, having lost his most important person in the world because he was too afraid of telling Park Jimin that he was in love with his best friend.

He remembered that smile wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, sitting on Jimin’s bedroom floor, crushing all of them at UNO and cackling as Jimin blew up for ending up in last place for the third time in a row, yelling that the game was rigged, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her tonight.

And he didn’t.

He remembered her saying to Taehyung that she just wasn’t into girly things. They were having this argument over pizza and Taehyung was waving his around saying she should at least try a dress on every once in a while, never know, might actually like it, and her rolling her eyes as she shot back that she didn’t have to do anything just because it was stereotypical for her gender. Taehyung told her to stop using big words and waved his hands, accidentally flinging his pizza slice into her lap, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her after we clean up.

And he didn’t.

He remembered seeing her prepare to leave for university once again, holding a small package from the internet and handing it to her, a small but practical belated birthday gift, both of them surprised when she opened it, not the matte black phone case he had ordered, but somehow mixed up with a pink bunny phone case that had no business being owned by someone who didn’t like girly things.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t order this–”

And she laughed, shaking her head. “That’s okay, I gotta go, thanks anyway, Jungkook!”

The years went by and every year Jungkook told himself, this is the one, and every year he just couldn’t say it.

He thought he could say it now, drunk and furious at Jimin for not preparing him for this moment, but on his way here Jungkook figured that perhaps this was preferred, that maybe it was better that he couldn’t sit around nervously overthinking what to say.

But, of course, the problem was…

He had already said it in a platonic way.

Shit.

He really fucked himself throughout the years.

Jungkook sighed, now wearing borrowed clothes, holding the note of her handwriting as he rubbed his hair with the towel.

I washed your shorts and they’re hang-drying now. You can sleep in the guest room. I left a glass of water and some hangover meds. If you need anything, I’ll be asleep but you can attempt to wake the dead if you want.

He walked down the hall, towel around his shoulders. Her bedroom door was open. He stood outside the entrance, sighing, seeing her sleeping form and her bedside table, her phone sitting on the charger.

His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that pink bunny phone case.

-

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“Probably at her parents’ place, confessing his love,” Kim Taehyung snickered, picking up the beer bottles left behind next to the pool.

“Hah, of course he would leave without cleaning up,” Park Jimin grumbled, pushing the recycling bin along as Taehyung tossed each bottle inside.

“You think he’s gonna tell her?”

“He didn’t even tell me,” Jimin muttered, shoving used napkins into the bag hanging off the side of the recycling bin that he was going to toss into the trash later. “I had to find out from you. I think he’s hopeless. Why does he like her anyway? She’s fun to be around, yeah, she’s good at school, yeah, knows a lot of random facts, yeah, if you get into philosophy with her like Namjoon-hyung does, you begin to question humanity and reality, yeah, but other than that…”

“You hitting on your best friend, dude?”

“I mean, she’s kinda hot, she wouldn’t say no to me.”

Taehyung snorted.

Jimin smacked him in the ass with the recycling bin.

“Anyway, he’s probably just standing in her bedroom creepily watching her sleeping.”

-

Jungkook stared down at her sleeping form.

He looked up, looking out the window into the late, late night. He was tired, and yet he couldn’t sleep, too busy wondering.

I don’t deserve her if I’m not brave enough to say it.

“Jungkook?”

-

You squinted at the large form in your bedroom.

“Why are you just staring moodily out the window?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Is something wrong? Are you hungry? I can make you a snack…”

“Noona, do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?” he asked softly, still looking out into the warm night.

You grunted and scrunched up your face. “Stepping on a Lego?”

You heard Jungkook laugh and you smiled a little despite your groggy state, hearing a little bit of his old self, the younger Jungkook hanging out with you, Jimin, and, later, Taehyung, the four of you getting up to no good. Somehow, in the past few years, he had gotten quieter and quieter, at least around you, but then again you only came home to visit for a day or two before going back to university.

“Have you ever been in love, noona?”

“Yeah, with the red bean popsicles they used to sell at the ice cream trucks, but then they stopped, those assholes, I’ve never been so heartbroken in my life,” you grumbled, remembering the day where the ice cream man told you they were sold out and your young teenage heart shattering.

“I love you, you know.”

Was this a fever dream? Why did he keep repeating himself? You looked over to his back, still looking outside onto the street, the street where you all used to run and laugh every summer, pretending you were surviving in the wild and not in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, sitting around sipping lemonade and complaining about the heat even though you all could have gone inside, lighting sparklers at night and seeing whose would last the longest even though such a thing was only based on chance anyway.

“Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” he added quietly.

“The worst thing I’ve ever heard was accidentally hearing Jimin jacking off. Twice.”

Jungkook finally turned around, giving you a disgusted look. “What?”

You placed a hand on your face and sighed heavily, trying not to remember. “For some reason he thinks the bathroom isn’t echoey or something, like, at least do it in the shower, so the water masks the sound…” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, I would much rather hear you say you have love for me than listening to Jimin getting off.”

“I don’t have love for you.”

You raised your hand from your face and shifted your gaze to him, half-smile lingering on your lips from remembering Jimin’s carelessness. You made eye contact the second the words left his mouth, those brown eyes shrouded in shadows, but still so clear, a little helpless, a little sad.

“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

A soft breeze swept through the window, lifting the purple-gray strands from Jungkook’s face, revealing his lost, desolate expression.

The cicadas hummed.

A car alarm honked loudly, screeching through the night.

Both you and Jungkook jerked to face the window. You bolted out of bed and you both threw your hands onto the edge of the window, yanking it shut, wincing at the loud noise.

“Ah, jeez… what the hell…?” you groaned, slumping to the ground.

“What’s with people…?” Jungkook muttered, falling to the floor beside you, yanking the towel off his shoulders.

-

“Fuck, I pressed the wrong button!”

“Taehyung, what the hell, turn it off!”

“I was just trying to put the tangerines your parents gave me in my car!”

“I don’t care what you were doing, turn it off!”

-

“Anyway, sorry, you were saying something important and you got interrupted by some dumbass,” you sighed, nudging Jungkook with your shoulder.

“Uh… well, that was it…”

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “What, that you’re in love with me?”

“Y… Yeah?”

You blinked some more.

“Not the, want to go to the arcade and see who can get the highest score in PAC-MAN or go watch shitty action movies and rate the unrealistic plot lines or dare each other to eat whatever expired delicacy is in Taehyung’s fridge, kind of love?”

Jungkook made a repulsed face. “I regret eating that tofu. Don’t think I can ever look at uncooked tofu without gagging a little now…”

You leaned over and caught his eye.

“Do you mean the… want to date and get married and make babies, kind of love?”

His lips parted and the moonlight lit the small mole placed perfectly underneath his lower lip.

A delicate kiss from the moon itself.

Then you realized he was staring at your tits.

You yanked the neckline up a little and Jungkook started, looking back up at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you in a dress, sorry, I’m being really rude–”

“It assures me that you’re at least interested in the making babies part,” you chuckled.

His ears turned red and he reached up to cover them, trying not to look down. “S… Sorry…”

“So…?”

He chewed on his lip, messing with his earrings with his fingertips. “Um… yeah, that kind of love. The latter kind.”

You lowered your hand. “You’re not messing with me, right? I swear, if this is one of Taehyung’s elaborate ideas to mess with me, I’m going to ki–”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, purple hair flying about. “I’m not joking around. I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, but…” His eyes darted about, panicking a little, before looking back to you helplessly. “You’re Jimin’s best friend, besides Taehyung, and what if… what if you thought I was gross or something and then I don’t think I could hang out with you guys anymore, but then you went to that prestigious university far away and I thought, I’m so stupid, I should have said something, anything, but every time I could even think about it, I didn’t know what to say, nothing seemed right…”

He let out a big sigh and tapped his head against the windowsill, closing his eyes.

“Also, I said it before and threw up in your lap right after, so that kinda fucked me up.”

“Can’t say I was really feeling the romance, yeah.”

He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“I’d date you though. For real.”

Jungkook removed his hands and blinked at you. “What?”

You chuckled. “Why are you acting so surprised? I’m not going to date Jimin, blergh, I’ve known that guy since I was in preschool. I’m not dating Taehyung, I’m pretty sure he’s on a different brainwave than other human beings.”

You smiled at him and turned around to pick up your phone, holding it up.

“I don’t like girly things or cute things very much, but I kept your gift because it was from you and, funnily enough, I think it made me realize that I was rejecting femininity because society puts such a negative connotation on things young women like and because my friends growing up were primarily male, thus I wanted to seem cool or relatable so I rejected stereotypically feminine concepts…”

“… What?”

Now it was a confused what.

“Uh, never mind,” you laughed awkwardly, putting your phone back on your nightstand. “Anyway, Jungkook, you made me realize things about myself, and I love being around you, but I thought a handsome guy like you would want to date a pretty girl, and I’m not really that.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in the world. No one could ever be prettier than you.”

You felt your neck heat. “Yo, don’t inflate my ego when it’s not the truth,” you chuckled sheepishly, waving a hand. “You’ve been drinking anyway. Alcohol makes everyone prettier.”

“It’s the truth.”

Was he drunk or were you drunk? Why was Jeon Jungkook getting closer?

“Would you really date me?”

You stared into those chocolate eyes and smiled.

“Yes, I would.”

And you leaned forward and kissed him.

His eyes widened, staring at you and you closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent, memories of hot summers and mirthful laughter filling your head, standing beside Jungkook and kicking Jimin and Taehyung’s ass at table tennis even though Jungkook was doing most of the work, finishing a movie together after Jimin and Taehyung had passed out on the couch on top of each other and talking excitedly about it until you both fall asleep, getting lamb skewers after Jimin and Taehyung went off to eat ramen in a huff, unable to agree on the same meal as a foursome, but it was fine, no, better than fine, perfect even.

Because you were with Jungkook.

You broke the kiss and opened your eyes, smiling at him.

He blinked slowly, looking down at you.

“Noona…”

His hand raised, fingers spreading out longingly. You quickly reached up and pushed it back down.

“Jungkook, I swear, I do want to touch you in a less than holy way, but maybe not when you’re wearing my dad’s clothes, including his underwear, because that’s really fucking weird.”

Jungkook looked down at the brown t-shirt and beige shorts. “Oh. Yeah. Right.”

“You know, come to think of it, I feel like Taehyung has slowly stolen Jimin from me over the years, so maybe this was fated…” you mumbled, remembering at the moments you had shared with Jungkook were because your other two friends had abandoned you.

“I feel you, sometimes I feel like a third wheel…”

-

“I’m so sleepy.”

“I’ll tuck you in first, but I’m going to get us some water so we don’t die tomorrow morning.”

“Ugh, Jimin, bring another pillow please.”

“Hah, fine, but you’re buying breakfast tomorrow…”

--

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[caiuscassiuss]

oppa! | ot7 (prologue)

Description: Being raised by a caring yet distant father, a close, tight-knit family is the one thing you have craved in your short life. After your adventurer father remarries a rich woman, you’re stuck with seven new brothers. Seven very hot, very different men. 

This is not what you meant by family.

(Based on the anime and game Brother’s Conflict, but with a twist.)

Prologue

Genre: Fluff | romance | later angst and smut. PG

WC: 2k

Warnings: For this chapter, none other than cursing.

(After some readers wanted me to post Oppa! on Tumblr, I have delivered! I really hope y’all like this haha)

[ The prologue delivers hints on who each brother will be. These hints will be bolded. Some will be very apparent, some will not. ]

Rubbing your head, your eyes glazed over the notes you took from yesterday’s lecture in preparation for today. Were you on drugs when you wrote these? It looked like chicken scratch. Was that drool in the corner?

Your ears perked up at the strains of loud music coming out of your friend’s Airpods. Hyerim, your closest friend at University, seemed oblivious as she bopped her head to the hard beat. Several classmates around the lecture hall noticed too, yet weren’t as accommodating as you and sent judgemental looks towards Hyerim.

“Hyerim,” you whispered, aware that class was starting in a few minutes. She didn’t respond, still nodding along to the music.

Pursing your lips, you plucked the small pod out of her ear. “Hyerim, your music—”

She gasped, eyes lighting up in excitement. “You liked it? Okay, so I was listening to this random rapper on SoundCloud—”

“Your music's too loud —” you hissed.

“—but the real feature is the producer, who made this beat. His name is Yoongi—” Hyerim continued on obviously, caught up in her own world.

“—that’s lovely, but can you turn your music down—” you pestered, looking around worriedly.

“—but his producer name is Gloss and he’s so talented and hot and his voice —”

Seeing the majority of the seats in the hall being filled up, you clamped your palm over her lips. She let out a whimper, finely shaped brows frowning at you.

“Have you not noticed the five separate glares you are currently getting at this moment?” you said between gritted teeth, enunciating each constant hard. You stared down each person around you who was giving Hyerim looks and, embarrassed, they averted their eyes and busied themselves with something.

“Oh wait, what?” Hyerim exclaimed. Closing a fist over her AirPod, the music continued and her eyes widened as she realized how high she had turned up the volume.

Hyerim turned to the person on her other side. “I am so sorry,” she said apologetically, the random student smiling awkwardly in acceptance.

Rolling your eyes with an unbidden smile poking at the edge of your lips, you turned back to the disaster of your notes. How were you supposed to understand this lecture when you barely wrapped your head around the last one? However, you honed in on your Calculus woes to ignore how your phone burned in your pocket and the latest text you got from your father...

So focused on your lamentation, you didn’t notice the boy behind you clear his throat. Nor did you notice the second or third time he did, each one getting progressively louder. As you attempted to retrace the argument on your paper, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

Whipping your head around, you craned your neck upwards to see where the tap had come from. To your surprise, you saw a very cute-looking boy, bangs pulled into a top knot, smiling apologetically at you from behind you.

“Hi! Yeah, do you need anything?” you smiled.

A blush rose on his chiseled cheekbones and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m super sorry to bother you about this, but I dropped my charger right next to your chair. I- uh, would you mind—?”

“Of course! No worries, it happens,” you comforted, bending down to get the coiled white wire from where your bag sat. “Here you go.”

He got up from his seat to hunch over the lecture hall desk to meet you in the middle. You eyed the large difference between each of your hands’ as you handed back the charger, as well as how huge his shoulders seemed up close.

“T-Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” you replied, turning around to open your laptop.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hyerim’s mouth partially open in disbelief.

“You need something?” you prodded.

“I—” she took a glance at the boy behind you, as if confirming something— “I’ll tell you later.”

Shrugging, you zeroed in at the lecturer at the front of the hall.

“Alright, so what was that about?”

Your Calculus lecture had just ended, and the two of you were in the mob of students leaving the lecture halls to get to lunch.

Hyerim looked surreptitiously around, black bangs swishing around her face. She leaned in like she was about to share the juiciest piece of gossip, and you unconsciously did so too.

“Did you know who that is?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

You felt your forehead crease and you gave her a look. “No, I did not.”

“Really?!” Hyerim pitched her voice high in disbelief.

You gave her a dry look.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “Sometimes, I swear you’re in your own world, Y/N.”

Incredulous, you opened your mouth to argue but she waved a hand in front of you.

“That was Jeon Jungkook, Y/N! How do you not know him?”

“Oh yeah,” you snapped your fingers. “He’s that Streamer dude, right? He games and shit.”

Hyerim nodded slowly.

However, you frowned. “I heard he was intimidating and cold and stuff. Are you sure that was him? Charger boy was super nice.”

“That’s the point! It was Jung Jungkook and I have never seen him acting this soft. What did you do, ma’am? Snap him? Flash him?”

“Who do you think I am?” you sputtered. “All I was doing was thinking about how much I hated Calculus, not— not seducing someone!”

Your friend gave you a suspicious look, but decided to let go of the topic. Shaking your head, you walked past the gates of Yonsei university and into the city proper on the lookout for your favorite food place. The beeping of horns, buzzing chatter, and the small of smog filled the air as you zig-zagged between side streets to avoid busy roads.

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you pushed your way through a mob of women all entranced by something above you. Since they were not moving, you huffed and decided to see what was worth all the hype.

It was a huge, flashing LED billboard that was the central focus of the square. On it, a very sensuous looking man with blond hair and a velvet, tight-fitting suit doing some very slick moves in a dark concert hall.

Happy Birthday Jimin! It read in bright white font.

“Wah, oppa is so handsome!” a woman, who must’ve been 5 years older than the man on the screen squealed behind her white medical mask. “I’m so glad our ad turned out well.”

Her friends agreed and ooh and aahed along with her. You turned around to see if Hyerim was following you but she stood, entranced, with the mob of women on the sidewalk.

“You can thirst over him later, preferably when I am well fed,” you snapped irritably, pulling at the pink flowy material of her blouse.

She pouted but acquiesced, taking your hand as you dragged her though the intersection. All you were focused on were some good dumplings, after the mental aerobotics Calculus had forced on you and the emotional stress your father was putting you through. As you turned the corner, you breathed a sigh of relief as you saw no line.

Nestled between a large office building and a parking deck, this tiny Japanese restaurant was a favorite among Uni students for its cheap prices and good food. You usually had to arrive here early to beat the line of students and office workers that gathered here for their dinner breaks.

The cute sign that said Umaido flashed brightly above your head as you entered the restaurant. To the side of the main sigh, a smaller print reading “by the RM Group” glowed, subdued.

Waving over a pimply teen, you ordered two servings of gyoza and waited for Hyerim. She ordered a very conservative meal of sushi and some salad, and you both watched the waiter retreat. Something glossy caught the attention of your eye, and you saw some magazines on the shelf next to your head. The main one in the middle, which looked like a new age artsy publication with a cult following, was simply titled with a white V at the bottom corner.

Like a robot that was powered off, you collapsed in your seat and put your head in your hands. You really did not want to look at your phone.

“Was Calculus really that bad?” Hyerim winced in sympathy, neatly patting your head.

“It isn’t Calc,” you mumbled. “It’s Dad.”

Her expression turned down even more. “What happened?”

Lifting your head from your arms, you propped your chin on your palm and looked out the window. “You know, you’d expect for someone to give you important news in person or at least over a phone call, right?”

“Yeah?” Hyerim asked, lips pursed in confusion.

“Like, if you got remarried or something , you would at least tell your loved ones in person or at least over the phone, right ?”

“... Shit, Y/N.”

Fumbling for your phone in your bag, you ignored the notifications and pulled up your latest conversation. “Look what he texted me this morning!”

Hyerim took your phone and scrolled through it with a manicured fingernail.

Dad : I wish I could call you, but I’m somewhere with limited service.

Dad : I just wanted to let you know I got remarried to this amazing woman, Kim Seoyeon, a few days ago. We met and just clicked, something I haven’t felt since your mom.

Dad : She has seven sons, all of them are grown up. I’m worried about you living on your own, so I’d like you to move in with them. Details coming soon. Love you.

Hyerim was speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I’m sorry, what?”

“My dad has gotten spontaneously remarried to some random woman and now wants me to move in with her sons. Like, geez, it’s not like life changing news was delivered to me in less than a hundred words!” you hissed, voice getting higher and tinged with a bit of hysteria.

“Your dad sucks,” Hyerim pronounced, taking a pointed sip of her iced water. “Seriously.”

“Hey, my dad is not that bad,” you defended. “It’s just… he’s a bit distant. Absent-minded. But he’s cared for me in the best way he could.”

“You and I have very different definitions of what constitutes good parenting, Y/N. This man left you largely on your own since you were five, and now he gets worried about you living on your own? Something's not right,” Hyerim retorted.

Ignoring her in favor of the food that arrived, you practically inhaled twelve of the fried gyoza. Rolling her eyes at your typical running-away behavior, she primly dipped a piece of sashimi in soy sauce and took a dainty bite.

“So? What’s the plan? Are you going to stage a rebellion and stay in your apartment, or go stay with some random men?”

Your response was cut off as cheers broke out from the corner of the restaurant, where a large group of men and women were huddled together.

“Cheers to our National win!” a man announced, his face already a bit flushed. “To Neuron!”

“To Neuron!” the group cheered loudly, and lifted up their shot glasses in celebration.

“To our leader, J-Hope!” the same man pronounced brightly, some sake sloshing over the tip of his cup.

“Hoseok!” the group whooped louder, more rounds going around.

As their cheers quieted down, you turned back to Hyerim. “I don’t know. I think I’ll decide when I meet them. They could either all be idiots or they could be chill. I really hope for the latter.”

“Good plan, good plan.��

An awkward silence permeated the booth since both of you were at a loss to say something.

“Onto lighter things, “ Hyerim forced out brightly, clapping her hands. “Let me tell you about my younger brother’s really hot doctor. His name is Dr. Kim and he’s tall and…”

As Hyerim continued to babble on about the tall, handsome pediatric doctor, you felt a buzz in your pocket.

Dad: Their address is 111 Hannam-dong, Yongsan-su

Dad: They’re ready for you.

Can you guess who each stepbrother is and what they do? Comment below!!

Arc 1: Stepbrother Introductions will be released on February 15th at 8pm ET. It’s about ~15k words of getting to know these boys. Please look out for it!

[lgcsoyoun]

“What’s on my phone?” with Crystallis’ Astrid

what are the top 5 most used apps on your phone?

Oh, hang on, let me check. ... Upon checking, I use KakaoTalk the most. I have to keep in touch with the rest of Crystallis when we're doing separate things! Also, I use it to talk to my family back in Okcheon and in England.  Second of all, YouTube. I check how people have been reacting to our performances, and it’s easy to get sidetracked when there are many interesting videos to watch. Aaaah, I also have MelOn app, so I can listen to music either for choreography ideas or just to get me in the right mood for whatever it is I must do. Instagram is also here, because I love looking at what my favorite designers and artists post as well. Finally... At the risk of judgment, lately, I've been playing Tears of Themis. It's an interesting game where you are a lawyer who solves cases alongside four very attractive men. My gacha luck isn't the greatest though...

what is the most random note in the notes app?

A list of souvenirs I should get in each city or country in the world. When we interact with international fans, I always make it a point to ask this so I know what gifts to bring home for the other members of Crystallis, my family, and my friends. Lately, I've gotten to travel to Paris, Japan, Switzerland, and America, and having that list gave me a good idea of what to get. I make sure to add things to that list, depending on what I discover during the limited free time I have abroad. The latest thing I added was this peanut snack thing in Chiba? Someone please let me know what it's called? It looked so good, and I regret not having time to get that one.

what was the last message or call you’ve received and who was is from?

Aaahh... The last person who texted me was Daeho — sorry! I meant Type Zero's Derek. I'm not sure where he is right now, but apparently he saw a rose which reminded him of me. It was really sweet of him to say that. And no! I didn't blush when he texted that. Okay, fine. Maybe I did.  The rose itself was really beautiful, so I am flattered that it reminded him of me. What's going on between us? I'm afraid that is a secret between Dae—Derek and me for the time being. All I can admit is that he makes me smile a lot. We can gossip about Derek some other time. I promise!

what were the last 5 songs that you’ve listened to?

Lately, I’ve been looking for songs I can choreograph, and the latest one that caught my attention was BoA sunbaenim’s “Fox”. It’s a fun song, and I feel like it would be fun to work on that. And the stylist who went with me to Paris played this a lot, so hearing this takes me back to Couture Week. I have also been listening to Kim Jaehwan sunbaenim’s “I Wouldn’t Look For You.” No, it’s not because I was the love interest in the music video.  I’ve been a fan of Kim Jaehwan sunbaenim since his debut, and even if I didn’t appear in the music video, it would be on my playlist. I’ve also been listening to the Newsies soundtrack, and “Seize the Day” is my favorite song so far. “That That” by Siwoo sunbaenim is also there, for obvious reasons. Of course, our own song “Butterfly.” Please continue giving us lots of love!

what were the 5 most recent online searches?

Seriously? Do you really want to see how far my cringey-ness can go? Well then, don’t say I didn’t warn you when I say we will both regret this. Obviously, my recent searches were myself, Crystallis fan art, type zero derek, seong byungho newsies, and where to buy leather paint in seoul. I’d rather not talk about the two men in there for now, especially when I’m still supposed to be mad at one of them. But I will explain the fan art and the leather paint. As an ex-DBSD fan artist, I wanted to see what sort of fan art our fans would have made for us. It’s still weird being on the other side of the scale, but our fans are very talented! I almost broke my cover a few times because I wanted to compliment the artists. As for the leather paint, my mom stained one of her expensive leather bags with cheese and kimchi juice, and it’s impossible to remove the stains. So I’m going to paint over the stain once I remove the smell.  

what are your contact names for all of the group members?

Danbi: 조강지처 [first wife] Yura: 댄싱퀸 [dancing queen] Ichika: 山ピちゃん [yamapi-chan] Jaehwa: 디즈니 공주 [disney princess] Hyejoo: 제빵여왕 [baking queen] Somin: 카드캡터 소민 [cardcaptor somin]

[liquid-luck-00]

My Life is One Complication After Another 3

Cursing Ahead 🤬

Ao3 *** First *** Previous *** Next

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Ever since Mari's classmates stopped talking with her, they also stopped asking her for favors. Along with a blocked and rotating schedule for patrols meant that she actually had a sleep schedule. Sure she didn't get nearly enough but that was what coffee is for.

That was how she found herself down in the bakery with her papa. Roy had called her and the four of them talked and it was comfortable. Mari was the one who opened and was watching the front. She was still talking with Roy, but now it was on a headset, as he was out patrolling In Starling City.

"So as I was saying before we were oh so rudely interrupted." came Roy's voice in her ear. "So Ice cream and movies?"

A soft laughter escaped her and a smile on her lips.

"Sounds gre..." the bell at the door chimed. "Hey guys come in," she greeted the Waynes.

"Let me guess the bats?" Roy supplied as Dick bounced towards the counter.

"Good morning Marinette!" Dick practically sang loud enough for even Roy to hear.

"God how the hell is he so chipper so early." she heard Roy grumble.

"God damn morning people," she grumbled. That elicited laughter from both Roy and Jason.

"Amen to that!" Tim seconded in a monotone lifting a coffee cup. "Maman I'm going to take the Waynes up." she called poking her head into the kitchen. Her Maman nodded so she picked up her phone and walked towards them.

"I'll Let you go," Roy was about to hang up.

"Wait how about we give the Bats a heart attack." she smirked changing to the ancient language of miracles.

"I like the way you think, I'll catch you later." he responded in the same tongue.

"See ya then." she smiled, switching back the language. Ending the call and removing the ear piece. “Are you guys coming or do I have to drag you guys?" she turned back already at the door. Granted most of them showed confused faces and side eyes, but she smiled. They followed her without saying a word.

Once they were in the apartment she excused herself to change into more appropriate gear. She activated Kaalki’s miraculous, who then silently portaled out.

That being said she changed into a pair of black skinny cargo pants with red combat boots. A black long sleeve shirt under a cropped red sleeveless hoodie. Her hair was half down with red and pink streaks and a mini white gold backpack with three patches in the same white gold finished her outfit. She grabbed four parcels and went down.

"So we can either do the boring ground tour or," she held up the bundles. "we can turn up the speed."

"I like the way you think Pixie Pop." Jason stood and she handed him his.

"Roy sent me you guy's sizes, so I altered and customized a few things." she smiled. "bathroom is over there and the guest room is next to it." Dick looked torn between excited and horrified when handed his stack.

Tim seemed awake, but she knew better, "go change and I'll have a fresh pot of coffee ready." He nodded robotically as he got up.

She set the last bunch next to Damian, who was looking like an angry kitten. She sat down next to him and leaned in.

"What are you.." he started but Mari whispered in his ear.

"The jacket has a hidden sling for a katana, which will be practically invisible when on." His eyes widened slightly and there was a bit of slack in his jaw now. Before turning into an amused smirk. "Use my room up the stairs and through the hatch." she finished as he headed up the stairs.

"I'm impressed he let you close without struggling," Bruce broke his silence, as she finished prepping the coffee maker.

"Well he would have if," she began as Damian practically crashed down the stairs and all but tackled Bruce before rushing out the door. The closest she had ever seen her baby brother smile, which effectively made her smile.

"Holy crap! What are you?!" Dick made himself known.

"More importantly what the fuck did you do with Demon spawn!" Jason shouted from next to Tim, who was being propped up by both Jason and Dick.

"Tt. I am right here Todd." The scowl reappearing on his features. "It is adequate Dupain-Cheng."

"I'll take it as a compliment on one condition."

"And that is?" he rose a brow.

"You call me Marinette not Dupain-Cheng. I'm your sister aren't I?"

He seemed to war with himself for a moment before stating. "That is acceptable, Marinette."

At this point all the bats in the room were playing a game of ping-pong between Marinette and Damian. They were trying to figure out what magic spell Marinette must have used, when in reality she just seemed to fall into Damian’s good graces automatically. OK so maybe Marinette being the holder of the ladybug miraculous as well as being the great guardian of the order has that affect on most people, a sense of respect and trust that seems to permeate her aura.

She was handing Tim a huge mug as the front door swung open to reveal her Maman.

"Hello Bruce," Sabine greeted.

"It is good to see you Sabine," was his response.

“Maman," Mari pulled her mother's attention from her biological father. "These are Bruce's boys and my brothers. Tim, Jason, Dick, and Damian." she motioned to each one respectively.

"It's nice to meet all of you." Sabine smiled, "why don't all of you get something from the bakery before you go."

After finishing their small breakfast in the park Mari pulled out a map and a marker.

"So what do you guys want to see?" They listed off places that she marked down. She added a few to the list to fill it out, marked the route and took a picture and sent it to Roy. "Okay so this will work." she glanced at her phone. A quick look on social media showed no one has found Andre yet. She pulled out a case of comms and added, "Also keep your eyes out for Andre."

"Who is that?" Dick asked taking the earpiece.

"Andre's Ice cream cart, the best ice cream in Paris." Marinette answered.

"Then why must we look for him?" Damian added.

"Well he changes locations daily and turns it into a game of tag of sorts."

"Alright, lead the way Pixie." with a smirk she dashed off her brothers close on her heels.

Yes this is the best way to get to see the city, but this was also a test to see how the bats did without their toys.

Getting to Notre Dame was uneventful. Dick kept up a steady conversation with her, just a step behind with Damian, Jason brought up the rear but would constantly toss in quips and questions. Damian and Tim were mostly quiet, unless they were trying to get one of their brothers to stop a particularly embarrassing story.

Getting to the Louve was even more entertaining. Now that Dick had a feel for the Parisian roofs he would do flips and vaults to make her laugh. In the Louve is another story.

They had accidentally ran into some of her classmates, quite literally. She and her brothers were taking goofy 'walk like an Egyptian' group photos on the second floor of the Egyptian exhibit, the mini Ladybug camera was reattaching to her phone charm when Tim began asking her questions about it.

"Well my best friend loves anime, and we kinda sorta binged the entire Dragon Ball series and when we saw the ladybug camera. He said it would be impossible to create and maintain the quality of the image. So I kinda sorta made it out of spite." she mumbled the end.

"Hell if you weren't my sister I would beg Bruce to adopt you," Tim stated. "Do you have the files I would love to look through them. Maybe send them to Babs or Cy!"

"Sure I think I have it on a flash drive." That was when a tall body, walking backwards slammed into her, pushing her into Jason. "oof."

"You okay." Dick was in full mama hen mode fretting over her.

"I wasn't watching where I was going." the figure spoke as he turned around. "I'm sor." the words died on his tongue, Kim.

Max, Alix, Nino, Alya, and oh kwami no Lila, who were now all snickering.

"I'm fine Dick," she smiled to reassure him. However her classmates were shocked.

Lila of course was the one who broke the silence, by beginning to cry. "I'm so sorry about her. I know she hates me but to be so rude to a complete stranger!" her sobs breaking the sentence while her lackeys went to console her, glaring daggers at Marinette.

"Seriously girl," Alya began to scold her. "Your little out burst not only made Lila cry. Your insulting someone who is just trying to be nice."

She and her brothers were now standing awkwardly being scolded by a teenager. After three minutes of trying to figure out what they were being scolded for and why the guys hadn't apparently left.

"What the fuck did she do that your yelling at her for?" Jason finally broke Alya's rant. Now it was the five Parisians and the Italian to stand there confused.

"She called him a dick," Alya sighed exasperated.

"Yes." Dick answered confusing them further.

"Dick."Tim now called.

"What?!"

"Dick!!" Damian, Marinette, Tim, and Jason all called, and immediately began laughing.

"What? Oh, oh," a sheepish smile now on his face. “Names Richard but I go by Dick,” he explained to those who weren’t laughing, smiling at them.

"Tt. this is why I call you Grayson." Damian rolled his eyes. "Besides this one still has not apologized." he jabbed a finger to Kim.

"It's not worth it Damian,” Marinette shook her head. "We should head back to the bakery anyways. Maman has probably finished scolding Bruce." she smirked.

"Damn I wish I was a fly on the wall for that conversation" Jason lamented.

"Well..." she held up the ladybug charm and flipped it over showing an empty space.

"Two!" Tim shouted.

"Anyone who beats me back gets a copy," she smiled.

"Your on." Jason nodded as he vaulted over the safety wall from the second floor. Damian and Dick sprinted in opposite directions.

"Sorry Mars your gonna loose." Tim shouted as the last to leave.

"We'll see," she shot back. "Bye," She turned to her classmates as she grabbed the railing above and flipped up and over to the third floor, running to one of the secret zip lines the miraculous team set up.

"What the fuck" was faintly heard behind her, all but Lila and Max shouted by the sounds of it, as she jumped from the window.

She made up quite a bit of distance and seemed to be on Damian's heel. She had passed Tim and Dick was a few steps behind. Jason was just out of arm reach. So with a burst of speed both she and Damian were shoulder to shoulder with Jason.

The three of them simultaneously practically crashed into the side door of the bakery.

"I won."

"In your dreams Todd."

"I beat both you and Pixie"

"Check your eyes, or do you need the camera installed in your helmet." Jason's gaze hardened at Damian's words.

"How about we call it a three way tie and you both get a copy." Mari interrupted. "We should head up." Laughing Marinette opened the door and went up.

Lunch was rambunctious, but she was coming to expect that with her brothers.

“Too bad we couldn’t find that ice cream guy Mari,” Tim spoke up once everyone had finished eating.

“Oh let’s see if anyone has posted where he’s at today!” She went to check her phone but a message ended up distracting her.

Andres in your favorite spot I’ll meet you there at 7 your time.

"Cool he’ s in my favorite spot in all of Paris which just happens to be the last spot on our list today," she announced, sending off a text, setting her phone down, screen up.

Can't wait Katniss

"Why don’t you all go and Mari can get to know Bruce," Sabine offered.

OK granted it’s a good idea, maybe I should get to know my biological father but am I ready to? Do I want to? Am I yes, yes I want to get to know my biological father, yes I want my family to grow, my brothers are such protective goofballs and I love them already.

"Sounds good," she smiled.

That was when her phone lit up from a message. She went to pick it up, but she was to slow.

Jason was the one who snacked her phone. "Message from Katniss says see ya then Peeta. So who's Katniss Pixie."

"Well..." she started but she began to blush furiously.

"That would be her boyfriend," her Maman decided to add before heading back down to the bakery with Papa.

Dick pounced asking a million and one questions, Bruce physically froze but she could tell his mind was racing because that look was much the same as hers. Jason was pensive, while Tim and Damian just seemed bored or tired.

So that was how she found herself talking about Roy, blushing furiously. While simultaneously avoiding his name and details that would tip any of them off. After about a half hour of her answering questions did Dick start telling her about his fiancée. How they were planning on setting a date for the wedding.

After that the next few hows was spent sharing stories and tidbits of themselves.

However, thanks to Dick a design was swimming in her mind. so she did the only logical thing and ran up to her room. Grabbed three drives, her tablet and pen and ran back down. She tossed the red drive to Tim, and Jason and Damian each a black drive. Plopped down and began stretching out an Italian suit with a nock lapel. A rough coloration of a midnight blue offset by a sapphire. Accents of golden thread, emerald buttons and an Osiria rose in the lapel. She signed the design 'Mira Luck' and handed Dick the tablet.

"So I couldn't help myself," she begun to fidget. "But in my defense you told a designer about a wedding and my brain wouldn't stop screaming at me until this was on something. So what do you think? I know its rough but."

"Holy Shit your Mira Luck as in M, Jagged Stones personal designer. You are M as in the designer for the Lucky Spot!!" Tim screamed lunging to take the tablet from Dick.

"That's me," a blindingly bright smile lit up her features.

"So what do you think?" she asked again.

"It's amazing we were actually hoping to talk to you about Kori’s dress." Dick smiled. "I could call her it's not too late there."

"Perhaps it would be best to discuss it in person when Marinette next goes, that way she can get to know Gotham." Bruce interjected.

"That actually might be sooner than you think," she responded.

"I was actually accepted to be an exchange student for the next semester at Gotham Academy."

"Wait you’re willing we going to Gotham to study! You ’re going to Gotham willingly. Bruce I think your daughter might be a little crazy." Jason surprisingly brought up.

"I might be but but it’s no crazier than Paris and it’s a Akumas. Besides I would love to design your fiancée’s dress and we should head over to Andre’s ice cream before the sunsets that way we can watch the lighting of the Eiffel tower." She got up and called out. "Hey Jason mind passing me my backpack."

"Yeah sure," he went around he couch to grab it and toss it to her but before he did he finally seemed to notice the patches. "Wait are these The Outlaws."

"Yeah Red Hood, Arsenal, Star Fire, and Bizarro." she was smiling.

"Why choose The Outlaws?" Tim brought up.

"Honestly it was because Roy mentioned something about Arsenal and Red Hood and I ended up liking of the logos, so I made them into the backpack," she shrugged. "Besides unless you’re looking at it close enough you can’t tell which is always fun to see if people pay attention to it, let’s go."

At that the six of them walked out of the apartment, away from the bakery towards the Palais de Chaillot.

"So what's so special about Andre's Ice cream?" B asked.

"Personally I think he is a meta. But what he does is he can either see your true reflection or that of the person best suited to you."

"So he sees souls?" Tim added.

"Not quite, more like he sees the main qualities of you or your go." she tapped her chin.

"But he is meta,” Tim tried to figure.

"That's the only explanation I can come up with but I have no idea." Marinette shrugged.

"So how does he do it." Tim was now fully invested in this.

"Well you either ask for love or self and he usually does three to four ice cream flavors and gives a short reason."

They were now at the top of the stairs at the Palais de Chaillot looking out at the Eiffel Tower. They stood there as the last of the light faded from the sky. The city was dark for a moment as the Eiffel Tower lit up and slowly the lamps lit up.

"So that's why this is your favorite spot Minnie." A voice behind her chuckled. She turned around and nearly tackled him.

"Hey speedy." she pecked his cheek.

Not a second later did Jason scream, "Roy!"

"Ready for that movie?” Roy asked her an arm around her shoulders.

"Of course," she smiled. "See you guys around."

"What the fuck are you doing in Paris Roy!?" Jason screamed.

"Um... Date night," he answered. The Waynes were now practically surrounding the couple.

"What?" Apparently it was Dick's turn to yell.

"Seriously. I thought you said the bats and birds were detectives." she spoke just loud enough for them to hear. "It's kinda hard to believe with the big bat having a heart attack over there." Sure enough Bruce was seriously hyperventilating.

"Oh mind giving this to LB?" He handed her a small nondescript red box.

"Sure," Marinette took the box, "Au Revoir."

From there they left and oh kwamii did she wish she could replay that again, oh wait I can.

Next

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The Language of Flowers

I love Chloe Salt and while this is not the most action-packed of one-shots, I hope you all appreciate the effort that I did to research each and every meaning of the flowers.

*****

Lyon and Vallia Garden.

The first, a teen that would be described as having a heart of ice and a gaze that could freeze you solid. His twin sister, on the other hand, was pretty much said to be a flower garden made human with tree sap instead of blood.

Yet the two stuck to each other as if they were one of those pairs of conjoined twins. The two were opposites in personality, style, and even how they talk. But even then, they were as close as a brother and sister could be.

Nobody in Ms.Bustier's really had any idea about the two foreign students in their class. Of course, they knew that it was part of a program for students of different countries to experience other cultures. But it was almost like having two ghosts in class. They would come and go each day, silent as ever, and it was like they were never there at all.

There wasn't really much of a problem with them, especially since the first day they were there was pretty much the only time they had ever spoken. But they spoke only to give the class brat, Chloe, a good tongue lashing that they all thought she deserved when she tried to make the two as submissive to her as Sabrina. But since then, the two were so silent that most people that were not in the classroom thought that they were mute.

"They two of them are such a mystery," Nino says, a lot of the class hanging out in the classroom during a break since an akuma attack was recently stopped.

The twins were not in the room for reasons no one else knew.

"A mystery wrapped in an enigma and stuffed into a riddle," Alya added, the reporter in her really frustrated.

"They are not as bad as you guys think," Adrien tells them, a bit tired after his fight as Cat Noir.

"How can you be so sure," Alix crosses her arms. "They don't talk to anyone but each other and never in a language we understand."

"I've seen Lyon at his archery practice sometimes when Kagami and I are at fencing," Adrien says. "He probably just has high expectations expected of him like Kagami and me."

"It is probably the same for Vallia, as well, then," Marinette agreed.

"They could, at least, make an effort with us," Kim said.

"My calculations say that there is a less than five percent chance that the two will speak with any of us," Max says.

"They need to learn their places," Chloe sneered. "Bowing at my feet."

"Why are you even here, Chloe," Alya put her hands on her hips. "Everything that ever comes out of your mouth is about as trashy as that dumpster akuma last week."

It had been a garbage man that was having a bad day. Apparently, his daughter was sick, his partner in the truck would not stop singing opera, and then one grosser bags he was trying to put in the truck ripped open. All that combined made him a prime target for Hawkmoth. Luckily, Ladybug, Cat Noir, White Wolf, and Beautifly managed to stop him from turning Paris into one giant landfill. Which, ironically, was his villain name. Landfill.

"My father will hear about..." Chloe tried.

"Shut up, Chloe," Marinette yelled. "Maybe the reason they don't talk to us is that they think we are all just as under your pathetic thumb as Sabrina."

"I'd rather be turned back into Timebreaker than be her minion," Alix stated.

"Adrikins, you going to let them talk to me like that," Chloe tried to whine.

For once, Adrien didn't even try to defend her. He turned away from her, shaking his head. To say that the young model was sick of her never-changing attitude would be the understatement of the century. He did a lot of thinking after the Despair Bear incident. Chloe would never change how she was. She has gotten away with it for too long to ever even want to change. She especially didn't change after being turned into Queen Wasp not too long ago.

"They've only been here for a little over two weeks," Marinette reminded them. "Maybe they just need more time to adjust."

"Having friends would help them adjust, girl," Alya put her hand on her best friend's shoulder.

"There is an 86.5 percent chance of them adjusting better with friends by their side," Max said, Markov floating by his head.

The class would have talked more, but they heard the sounds of two people chattering away in a foreign language coming toward the classroom. And since Lila was still MIA since her first day in class, that meant that it had to be the twins. Everyone quickly scrambled to get into their seats and not look like they had a class meeting without the entire class.

When Lyon and Vallia walked in, the silence that had fallen over the classroom seemed to be a lot worse than being caught in a class meeting. But the Greek twins simply walked to their seats in the back and sat down for class to start up again.

"Vríkate ta sostá louloúdia," Lyon whispered to his sister. Translated: Did you find the right flowers.

"Me píre lígo, allá to ékana," Vallia whispered back. Translated: Took me a while, but I did.

The two silently had smirks on their faces.

*****

The next day, the class was unbelievably shocked by what they saw when they walked into the classroom. There were bunches of flowers on all of their desks. A different flower was on each of them. No two desks had the same flower. Except that Ms.Bustier's desk seemed to have a flower bunch with one of each blossom in it.

"Geia," the Greek twins greeted them, standing at the front of the classroom.

Most of the class was too shocked by the flowers to notice that the two of them had actually talked to them.

"Was there some type of flower akuma and we didn't know about it," Alya looked disappointed that she might have missed an akuma attack for her blog.

"Pardon," Lyon crossed his arms.

The class suddenly realized that the twins were talking to them. The two of them were also each holding a few roses in their hands.

"Are you two actually talking to us," Alix asked.

"Eínai tóso dýskolo na eísai oraía," Lyon says to his sister. Translation: They make it so hard to be nice.

"Páre, aderfí," Vallia responded. Translation: Behave, brother.

"Class, sit down," Ms.Bustier instructed. "Lyon and Vallia have some things that they have collecting in order to share with us."

"Flowers," Max asked, confused.

"We basically grew up surrounded by nature," Vallia says. "Plants can be a language all on their own. You just have to know how to use them."

Lyon took a small sniff of the roses he was holding.

"Take roses, for example," he said. "They perfectly describe us. Roses are said to represent people that are quiet and traditional. Quite fitting for the two of us, isn't it."

The class all sat down in their respected seats. Adrien and Marinette were probably the most interested ones of the class, even if they were all curious. Except for Chloe, of course.

"We spent these last couple of weeks getting to know you guys from a distance," Vallia explained. "It is one of our family traditions to give flowers to someone when they enter the family. By marriage or birth."

"We decided to take that tradition and make a classroom version of it," Lyon says. "Each of you has been given flowers that match your personalities. It took us a while to find the right ones and get them here. Luckily, we have a very wide range of flora at our family sanctuary."

"You spent over two weeks getting us flowers," Alix raised her eyebrow.

"Can there really be a flower for each of us," Mylene wondered out loud.

"You have them all in front of you," Lyon looked a little annoyed.

Vallia did have to admit that she was a tab annoyed as well. While they did not know just how much nature meant to them as a part of their lives, the doubt was still annoying.

"We figured this would show that we are more than two foreigners that like to keep to themselves," Vallia says.

"Keep in mind that I still like to keep to myself most of the time," Lyon said, Vallia knowing how much her brother likes the quiet.

"So, what do these flowers mean," Adrien asks.

To his surprise, neither of the twins pulled out a list or anything that could help them remember all the information. They must really know their stuff.

"We can start with Mylene," Vallia says, the small girl blushing. "We gave her peony flowers. They represent those that are kind and also like small gestures."

Ivan was particularly shocked by that. He had only gotten together with Mylene because she read his song as a poem after his second time being akumatized as Stone Heart. She was not up for the big-time rock and roll version he wrote it as, and just liked it as a simple poem or soft song.

"Ivan's was simpler to find," Lyon said. "The carnation flower has always been used to describe down-to-earth people. Ones that are very grounded."

The other members of Kitty Section looked at Ivan, knowing how that was very true. Ivan had always been the first to calm down any fame that might go to their heads after the Captain Hardrock incident and their performance. Well, after Luka that is. Juleka's brother was basically a saint when it came to being cool, calm, and collected.

"We chose poppies for Alix," Vallia explained the red flowers in front of the skater. "The traits that they represent are those that are creative and bold."

That was definitely Alix to a "T." Her art was a mix of both since she did spraypaint street art. And her natural athletic abilities did make her do some pretty bold things.

"Max and Kim, I thought, were the easiest to match," Lyon said. "Max has the aster flower, which represents those that are smart and devoted. Kim has hydrangeas, for those that are athletic and team players."

The class was starting to see just how much the two had worked on their "project."

"I, personally, liked to say that I enjoyed finding flowers for Rose and Juleka," Vallia smiled. "Mostly because I am holding one of their names."

That got a giggle out of the pink-dressed blond and an eye roll from Lyon.

"Get on with it, Vallia," Lyon says. "We still have actual classes to attend, sister."

The class had to hide groans, especially since Bustier was in the room and they did not want to insult her by accident.

"Fine," Vallia sighed. "I thought that tulips matched Rose because they are for the bright and cheerful. Juleka's are also my personal favorite flower, the lily. They are for ones that are quiet but also inspirational to others."

Juleka tried to hide her face in her hands, knowing that she was blushing. Rose was over the moon, for herself and her best friend. If there was any flower that was spot on for anyone in the class, it would be the one that Rose got.

"Nathaniel and Adrien ended up having the flowers that tie as my favorite," Lyon admitted. "I chose the iris for Nathaniel because it is a flower for daydreamers and the imaginative. Orchids are Adrien's because they represent those that are sophisticated, refined, but have good hearts."

Both mentioned boys blushed. While Adrien did have more friends than Nath, both of them were naturally quiet and not used to such praise. Yes, Adrien is a model, but it be a miracle to hear any sort of praise from his father. And Nath was only just starting to come out of his shell thanks to Marinette.

"Sabrina was a tad bit more difficult to match," Vallia almost did not want to admit. "But when you learn about who she is, she is optimistic and also tends to be a morning person. Those are the traits of the daisy."

Sabrina was shocked, as were most of the class. As usual, Chloe didn't care. She had been sneering at the flowers in front of her since she had sat down. Sabrina was internally jumping up and down in excitement. No one had ever tried to get to know her, especially after she became friends with Chloe.

"Alya is a very modern person while Nino also very much in the tech universe, so they were also a little difficult to translate to our olden tradition," Lyon says. "But we did think that Alya best matched with the daffodil. It represents those that are very social and also love friends and family. Nino's flower is the sunflower, a blossom for the warm and those that tend to be very happy-go-lucky."

Both of those descriptions perfectly matched the two. Alya was probably the most social person in the entire school. She had to be to run Paris's most popular blog.

"I thought that Marinette's was very much telling about who she is," Vallia says, Marinette a little embarrassed. "The calla lily is for hardworking people, but also represents people that can be said to be quite rare as well."

Marinette was now bright red as she hid her face in her arms, Alya patting her back. But you could see the look on the blogger's face that she was enjoying someone telling Marinette how special she was. The girl was too humble for her own good.

"And last, Chloe," Lyon did not look happy about it being his turn to talk when it came time to tell the brat about her flower.

"Saving the best for last," the blond ruined the nice moment the twins had created. "About time you two start giving me the respect I deserve."

That was when Lyon got the most ice-cold look on his face that the class had ever seen. Rose even shivered a little bit, as if she was actually cold from the look he gave the brat.

Adrien remembered seeing him give that look only once more. It was last week when he was at a photoshoot after school. Lyon and Vallia had been in the same park as the shoot and had heard the photographer becoming rather aggressive with him. After a few words about acting like a model should and not a teenage boy, Lyon got in the photographer's face and gave him that very look. He had not said one word, but that look was enough to make the man weak in the knees. He had not spoken to Adrien again the entire shoot and a different photographer was assigned to him soon after that day.

"Alright, here is what your flower says about you," Lyon's voice could freeze the Atlantic. "The gardenia flower represents those that like living in a life of luxury. Those that like the lifestyle of the one percent..."

Chloe seemed to be happy with that, but Lyon almost smugly popped her bubble.

"Basically, it's the flower for spoiled brats that need to get taught the meaning of the word 'no," he finished.