#jes wouldn't even be mad

[ruins-and-rewritez]

Jesper: do you guys ever wanna kiss Kaz just to see if he can do something other then resting bitch face and scheming face

Matthias: no

Nina: yes

*Nina and Matthias stare at each other*

Nina: I love you but I want to know

Matthias: *stares unbelieving for a moment, then shrugs and nods* fair enough

[f1fnatic]

SUR LE POINT ⤿ c. leclerc 16

→ ( in which. . . ) you, toto wolff's daughter, are dating semi-rival team driver charles leclerc and toto is trying his best to support your relationship while also being a proud dad.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) taylor hill + pictures from pinterest

→ ( pairing. . . ) charles leclerc x wolff!ballerina!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, fluff, google translated german and french

→ ( author's note. . . ) woohoo another smau! these are genuinely so fun to make but sooo time consuming. i hope you enjoy! see end for more

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📍monte carlo, monaco

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y/n_wolff a break between shows 🌞

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user7 she is stunning!

user10 mother is mothering

charles_leclerc that dog better not be in the apartment when i get home.

y/n_wolff um about that!

charles_leclerc oh mon dieu

y/n_wolff btw her name is olive!!

susiewolff Meine schöne tochter 💓 (my beautiful daughter)

y/n_wolff woher, glaubst du, habe ich es? (where do you think i got it from?)

mercedesamgf1 baby boss is glowing 🫡🫧 liked by y/n_wolff

yourbsf my legs are dead because of you.

y/n_wolff not my fault you couldn't keep up 😒

user44 need to know where you got that top!

y/n_wolff its actually a dress and i made both of the flower and lemon one myself!

user16 i wonder how toto feels ab this

user19 he was asked during an interview and was hesitant, but supportive !!

charles_leclerc holy 🥴 liked by y/n_wolff

lewishamilton you're in monaco and you dont even stop and say hi? smh 😒

y/n_wolff I AM SORRY BLAME CHARLES

charles_leclerc WHY ARE YOU DRAGGING ME INTO THIS?

y/n_wolff BECAUSE ITS YOUR FAULT?

lewishamilton i was kidding 😀

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lewishamilton has added to their story!

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📍vienna, austria

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y/n_wolff ladies and gentleman... your 2024 white swan!!

it is such an honor to be awarded this role. ever since i was a kid and saw my first performance of swan lake, i fell in love. from that moment, i knew i wanted to be odette. this is truly a dream come true.

i would like to thank the wienerstaatsballet for such a wonderful opportunity and trusting me with such an important role. along with my amazing parents, toto & susie_wolff, and my wonderful boyfriend charles_leclerc. you have all shown me such support and love, i couldn't have done this without any of you.

(p.s. see the link in bio for showings 😉)

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user16 she is so unbelievably pretty

mickschumacher woohoo!! you go y/n!

y/n_wolff thank you mickyyy

user8 CONGRATS Y/N! liked by y/n_wolff

charles_leclerc so happy for you mon cynge 🫀 (my swan)

lewishamilton congratulations y/n! i remember watching you as a young girl just starting out, this is such a wonderful achievement, you deserve it more than anyone 🖤

y/n_wolff thank you so much lew 🥹💞

user5 they're so sibling coded 💔

mercedesamgf1 woohoo! congrats baby boss 🥳🙌🏻

y/n_wolff thank u admin 🥰

charles_leclerc when you called me to say you got the part, pride flooded my senses. i know how much this part means to you, etoile. i am so happy for you, je t’aime plus que tout ❤️ (star, i love you more than anything)

y/n_wolff i love you so much, mon coeur 💌

yourbsf the best to do it ❣️🦢 liked by y/n_wolff

yourballetfriend happy for u y/n 🙂

user77 she doesn't seem happy...

user44 i wouldn't blame her 🤷🏾‍♀️

user2 yeah but ballet is competitive it's part of the sport

susie_wolff Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Y/N. Worte können meinen Stolz nicht ausdrücken. Es ist mir eine Ehre, dich meine Tochter nennen zu dürfen (i am so proud of you, y/n. words cannot express my pride. i am honored to call you my daughter)

y/n_wolff hör auf, mama, ich werde weinen, ich liebe dich so sehr (stop mama, i'm going to cry, i love you so much)

francisca.cgomes my fave ballerina 🩰✨ liked by y/n_wolff

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user10 i am so normal about this (i am so insanely happy for her)

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toto_wolff Congratulations to my wonderful daughter, Y/N. Ich bin so stolz auf dich, meine Blume. Zu sehen, wie du zu dem heranwächst, was du jetzt bist, war so ein Segen. Ich fühle mich geehrt, dein Vater zu sein. Mach weiterhin großartige Dinge, ich liebe dich. (I'm so proud of you, my flower. Seeing you grow into what you are now has been such a blessing. I am honored to be your father. Keep doing great things, I love you.)

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user71 THE STREETS WERE RIGHT!!

user50 this is so sweet oh my god

user9 oh to have a dad like toto wolff

y/n_wolff oh papa, ich liebe dich so sehr. Ich hätte mir keinen besseren vater wünschen können, ich danke dem universum jeden Tag dafür, dass ich gesegnet genug bin, dich als meinen vater zu haben. danke, dass du immer für mich da bist 😭❤️ (oh papa, i love you so much. i couldn't have asked for a better father, i thank the universe everyday for being blessed enough to have you as my dad. thank you for always being there for me)

user11 i want what they have 🥲

susie_wolff Unsere wundervolle Tochter (our wonderful daughter)

lewishamilton What a star🌟!

user14 crying in daddy issues

christianhorner Congratulations, Wolff. You have raised a wonderful daughter.

toto_wolff Thank you, Horner.

user88 the passive aggression

user51 the girls are fighting

mercedesamgf1 Boss man making us cry 🫡

charles_leclerc it is such an honor to be dating your daughter, toto

toto_wolff Couldn't have asked for anyone better.

y/n_wolff does this mean that you will let him win, papa?

toto_wolff No.

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whoop! another fic done 🥳this was super fun to write, i loved looking for pictures, especially the toto-baby reader one 💔 not a lot of toto content... oh well. i am thinking of making a taglist, so let me know if you would like to be on it! also, hope i made it clear enough that toto does not know how to use instagram, and reader had to help him with making a post/comment. he doesn't know how like comments yet. thank you for reading! as usual, requests and feedback are welcome. make sure to leave a comment and kudos! (only if you want :P)

[russos-one]

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Let her believe I never loved her (Part 1)

Inspired by Cigarettes Out The Window x Dangerously Yours - TV girl/That tiktok audio that goes “let her think I never loved her”

Summary- R has been hopelessly in love with Jessie ever since she joined Chelsea but has never had the courage to tell her and then it's too late

Warnings- Magda yelling in Swedish, R, Niamh and Sam being little shits, Jessie being a cutie pie, Fluff

Word count- 1783

A/N- Pretend Pernille and Magda never left because I miss them and that Sam never did her forbidden 3 letters

A/N- All the Swedish and Danish are from Google Translate and I have no idea if it is right or not

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“Just tell her! What's the worst that could happen?” Niamh said to you “Well I don't know, maybe she doesn't like me back and there goes 3 and a half years of friendship!” you replied, "That wouldn't happen because she obviously likes you back!” “You don't know that! Now just get over it” you said as you turned around to continue packing your bag “You can't just avoid it for your whole life” you let out a sigh as you zipped up your bag “Yes I ca-” Suddenly there was a knock on the door of your shared hotel room. “Just drop it, Niamh” you said as you opened the door.

You were met with a smiling Jessie “Jessie! Hi” Niamh poked her head out from behind you and said “Hey Jessie” Jessie made eye contact with you and smiled “Hello Y/n” Niamh sighed loudly “Okay, just act like I'm not here I guess” Niamh jokingly said while rolling her eyes, Jessie broke eye contact with you and looked at Niamh “Hello to you too Niamh” said Jessie  “Do you want to come in” you said to her while opening the door wider and moving to the side, “Unfortunately I can't, Emma sent me up here because you two are taking too long and the coach is about to leave” you turned to Niamh “Look what you did! Now Emma is mad at us and she's going to make us run extra laps!” you said, Niamh gasped “It's not my fault that you were too busy arguing with me about how in love with Je- Jumping jacks! How in love you are with jumping jacks " "Jumping jacks?” you turned back to Jessie “Yeah I just love jumping jacks in a workout” Jessie looked concernedly “Okay then! We need to get going” "Right” you grabbed your bag and dragged Niamh by her arm out of the hotel room and Jessie followed behind you while giggling at your actions.

The three of you made it to the coach and got met with an angry Emma Hayes “What were you two doing!? You know what, who cares just get in” she said while dragging you and Niamh in while Jessie followed closely behind “Y/n!” Magda called your name “You're sitting with me, come” she said while patting the seat next to her. You part ways with Jessie and Niamh and go to sit with Magda, you turn to her and say “I'm surprised you're not sitting with Pernille” “And choose her over you? Never; so, how's the love life going?” you sighed “It's non-existent” she sighed and said, “So we’re acting like your massive crush on Jessie doesn't exist?” You instantly turned red and turned to look at  Jessie to see if she heard and she’s fast asleep while cuddling into her neck pillow, you turned back to Magda to scold her “What if she heard?!” “She is the deepest sleeper in the world I honestly don't even know how she fell asleep so fast and Y/n the chances of her hearing that are smaller than you telling her that you have a crush on her” You heard two gasps from behind your seat and it was followed closely by Millie and Sam butting their heads in between yours and Magda's seats “Are we finally addressing Y/n’s massively huge crush on baby Canada?” you turned to look at Millie and said, “Shhhhh, what if she hears?” “As if she's going to hear, she sleeps like a bear during hibernation” “How do you know what hibernation means?” “I just do; Now stop changing the subject!” you sighed and said “The subject of this conversation is not worth a subject continuing” while rolling your eyes and leaning further into your seat. “Please for the love of god just let me sleep, I get enough of this from Niamh and now you three” Niamh turned to look at the four of you “Hey! I heard my name! What are you four planning?” You released a groan “Nothing Niamh! Now go back to fantasising about your body pillow” Niamh looked stunned and the whole coach started giggling “Y/n’s lying! I don’t have a body pillow” she announced to the whole coach “Sure you don’t!” Sam said sarcastically. After some teasing everyone finally calmed down and you could finally relax. You turned to Jessie and took in her features, the freckles that littered her beautiful face, the way she let out light snores while she slept and the way she was dribbling a bit on her pillow; she couldn't look more beautiful suddenly you were broken from your trance by Magda saying “Your staring, creep” “I’m not staring! I’m appreciating beauty” “Mhmm, sureee” “Just leave me alone, I'm going to sleep” Sam butts her head in again and says “Mhmm so you can dream about your girlfriend” “Ooh la la” said Millie. You sighed and slowly succumbed to sleep.

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up” someone said to you while shaking your shoulder, you groaned and leaned further into your chair “Just let me sleep, please” You heard footsteps come towards you and someone saying “Here this will work” You heard giggling but you weren't bothered to open your eyes so you just kept them closed; out of nowhere you feel cold water hit your face and you jolt up, you open your eyes to find the culprit “Niamh! You bastard!” she started giggling “You weren't waking up! It was either that or a slap in the face” “I would rather have a slap in the face because you’re weak” Niamh gasped “I am not weak” From behind Niamh I see an angry Emma Hayes approaching “Ladies! What are you doing, we have a game to play in an hour and a half and one of you is soaking wet, and the other one is yelling that they're not weak! and then there's Jessie” Jessie lets out an awkward smile.

After some arguing and Emma dragging Niamh and me out of the coach while Jessie followed closely behind again, we made it inside the stadium. “So where are we going?’ you asked and turned to Niamh “Jessie where are we going?” asked Niamh while she turned to look at Jessie “Do you two never listen?” Sam came from behind the three of us “I truly don't know what you expect from dumb and dumber” Sam said while draping her arms over Niamh and I’s shoulders Jessie groaned “As if you can talk” “Blah blah blah. Anyways Jessie do you know where we are going, I was doing media with Emma and I got lost and now here I am” Jessie let out a breath “Children surround me” Sam gasped “I’m actually older than you so that makes you the child, these two though; she said while messing up Niamhs and I’s hair; they are children” my phone starts to buzz in my pocket “Sam shut up someones calling me” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and see that it is Magda calling me I answer and put her on speaker phone, “Hey Magdaaa! My favourite teammate” “I thought I was your favourite teammate?” mumbled Jessie “Where are you three??? And have you seen Sam??” “Hi, Magda” Sam said, “You four are in so much trouble!” “SamMadeUsGetLost” Niamh quickly said “Woah okay, so blame it on me? You guys were lost before I even came!” “Just shut up and get here” “And where exactly would ‘here’ be?” “The changing room!” Magda yelled to us and then ended the call “Anyone know where the changing room is?” you said “Ugh just follow me and DONT get lost” Jessie dragged Me, Sam and Niamh to the changing room

We entered and were met with an angry Magda, Millie dying of laughter and Zecira filming us “BLIR NI TRE NÅGONSIN DUMMARE? VI HAR ETT SPEL OM TREDTIO MINUTTER OCH DU GÅR TILL? JESSIE DU GJORDE INGET FEL MEN EN TIMMA; she said while pointing at me Niamh and Sam; KOMMER ATT GÅ I KOPPEL!” WILL YOU THREE EVER GET MORE STUPID? WE HAVE A GAME IN AN HOUR AND YOU'RE GETTING LOST? JESSIE YOU DID NOTHING WRONG BUT THESE THREE ARE BEING PUT ON A LEASH! Zecira fell to the floor crying with laughter. Sam whispered in my ear “Yo what the fuck did she just say?” I shrugged my shoulders and Pernille went behind Magda and pulled her back from the four of us while lightly giggling “Min elskede, they can't understand you” Magda looked like a ticking time bomb “Just go get dressed!” She said while pointing to our cubbies. The four of us went to our cubbies while we were changing. Magda came up from behind Sam and slapped her on the back of her neck “Stop getting the children lost” Sam looked offended “ Firstly, Ow! Secondly, they were lost when I found them”

We all got changed into our training kit and went to the pitch to warm up, we were put into duos and I got Jessie as my partner. I draped my arm over her shoulders “Why hello there, pretty lady” Jessie turned red but it is probably because it's cold. “Hello Y/n” We went to a free space on the pitch “Are you ready to dominate warm-ups?” I asked “Obviously” Jessie replied “High five” I said to her while putting my hand up for a high five “Seriously?” she responded, to which you said “Yes seriously” “Are you gonna trick me?” Jessie said sceptically, You gasped “Never!” Jessie gave you a high five “See, I told you I wasn't gonna trick you” “Surprisingly. Time to warm up before you get in trouble with Magda again” she said the two of you faced each other using each other as stability (Like that one tiktok of McFoord training together) “So, how's the love life going?” Jessie asked you, you let out a breath “The love life is non-existent” you replied as you switched legs, “What about Real Madrid's goalkeeper Misa? I saw you two talking after the game last week” she questioned, “Ooo, getting jealous are we?” you said to her jokingly. She lightly punched your shoulder “Ow!” you yelped, “That wasn't even hard! And I was just asking a question, “Nothing is going on between me and Misa, Misa and I have been friends ever since Alexia introduced us before the World Cup final, why do you ask?” you questioned “No reason” she replied, “Mhmmm, sure” You said sarcastically, “What do you mean ‘Mhmmm sure’? And why did you say it like that?” she asked, “No reason” you said to her. 

[phoenixblaze1412]

Webttore relationship Hcs ?? i am normal i am normal (lying) - 🐓

I too am normal (lying) when it comes to Webttore anon^^

Webttore is the one who confessed to you first... rather gruesomely.

He just held out a still-beating heart towards you before exclaiming that his heart belongs to you. You held the organ in your hands, blood dripping down your fingers as you stared at him in surprise.

He reassured you that it wasn't his heart. You pitied the poor soul that he had to gut out just to grab the organ before giving it to you. But since it's Webttore, you were used to his crazy experiments. Surprisingly, you liked him as well and reciprocated his feelings.

You were immediately promoted as his personal assistant instead of being the harbingers' secretary, he would prefer to have you by his side.

He made you do a blood pact with him to make sure you don't even try to leave him.

He also may have a vial of your blood hanging somewhere in his outfit as if it was a vision. Don't worry though, he gave you his blood as well and you're currently wearing that blood-filled vial as an earring like him.

He would even proudly show you off to the others that you're his partner, he would always have a hand either on your waist or holding your own.

This man has no shame whatsoever. He isn't embarrassed to kiss you in front of others. He would even nip at your neck before sticking his tongue out to anyone who would be watching.

Whenever he is tired, he would be found sleeping on the couch, a book he was reading earlier was covering his face instead of his mask. But now with you by his side, he will just up and drag you to the couch, cuddle you and sleep with his head buried in your neck.

He would push you out of the laboratory whenever he and his segments would be experimenting on a human test subject. He already knows your tolerance for the sight and scent of blood but he wouldn't want you to see him have fun with the subject's viscera. He may be a mad scientist but he has a reputation to uphold as a gentleman towards his lover.

You know how he would always be stressed out whenever his experiments either failed or lacked the materials so congratulations! You get to be his stress-reliever!

There's one action that Dottore will do to you relieve his stress. Squish you.

But where? He has two things he likes to grab and squish.

Your cheeks and ass.

Whenever he would be stressed due to annoyance, he would be squishing your cheeks and rant to you how useless the people working for him are. He would later laugh at you when you told him your cheeks were aching from how he kept squishing and pulling at it.

Then there are those times where he would be quiet and stare off into space as he thinks on how to solve the problems in his experiments, how fortunate that you were there beside him and arranging some documents. His hand would subconsciously grab your ass and squish and grope. Hearing the noises you would make because of his actions actually helps him focus and think straight. He would do it a lot.

Dottore is a biter. He likes biting and nipping at your flesh whenever the two of you were alone. He liked how you would whimper under his hold, all the bite marks he left on your neck trailing down your shoulders would leave him grinning. Your pain is his pleasure but he wouldn't do anything very painful that would leave you to die in his arms, he wouldn't want that.

Under all his crazy and silly antics, Dottore is insecure.

There would be times where he would be staring at the corner and wondering if you would ever leave him for someone else if he wasn't a psycho.

Reassurance is the key to help Dottore.

Always make sure to remind him that you love him for who he is. Shower him in your affections until he's drowning in your love, figuratively. He'll be like a cat, nuzzling into you and just holding onto you tightly as if he were afraid you would disappear if he let you go.

His love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

He also gets jealous easily. If he sees someone, man or woman, even placing a hand on you, he would be pulling you away from that person before giving them one of those grins that he does whenever he's about to experiment on someone and telling them to 'kindly fuck off'.

"Honestly, darling.. have you even noticed the way they were looking at you? I'll make sure to remember their face and make them my next test subject!"

He immediately stopped ranting when you gave him a kiss on his cheek. His face turning a shade of red as he looked away for a moment before looking back at you with a scowl.

"Are you being serious? That wasn't even considered a kiss!"

He would immediately pull you inside his laboratory before pinning you to a wall and pressing his lips against yours.

[floralembarrassment]

Can I Tell You (1/1) (jegulus raising Harry)

"What's wrong hun?" James asked, the concern apparent in his voice making Regulus look up from his desk. James was on the couch reading, when Harry walked into the living room looking rather down.

Harry shrugged and fell onto the couch.

"Mon amour, what's on your mind?" Regulus said getting up and moving across the room to sit in front of Harry perched on the coffee table.

Harry wouldn't meet either of his parents' eyes.

"Dad? Papa? I gotta tell you something," Harry started.

"Is everything alright?" James asked, turning his body to face Harry.

"I umm I..." Harry stuttered.

Regulus took Harry's hands in his, in the way he has since he was a baby to help soothe him. Both Regulus and James just held space.

"I've been thinking about it a lot, and um well I talked to uncle pads about...about how he is gender fluid and well I - I think I'd actually like it if if you could call me Harry because... well because I'm your son." Harry stumbled over his words, but felt all the weight fall off his shoulders when he looked up to see his fathers both smiling back at him.

"Harry is great name," Regulus said leaning over to wrap an arm around his shoulders as James did the same, all falling into a family hug.

"Our boy," James said as their arms squeezed around each other.

"You're not mad?" Harry asked, eyes wide. Regulus' heart broke a little that Harry would even think for one moment that they would be mad, but he knew it wasn't about them and it was about wanting to be accepted and loved for who he is and who he has always been inside even if he didn't understand it all always.

"Mon petit, je suis tellement fiere de toi, we are so happy you told us. I'm sorry if we ever made you feel like you couldn't," Regulus said, not letting go as Harry held onto them.

"Can you - I'm can you use he and him for me please?" Harry whispered he finally pulled away.

"Of course we can," James said. "Do you want us to use those with family and your friends too?" James asked.

Harry nodded. "Do you- do you think you could help me tell gram and grandpa?"

"Absolutely," Regulus says. "They love you so much darling, this is not going to change that. But we will always help you," James adds.

Harry looks at both of them, and smiles softly still clearly processing how this all went. He couldn't be happier of course, but it's still a big change and he is not sure what it will mean. He takes a deep breath, "dad? Papa?" He says again for a second time that evening.

"Yes love?" James says.

"Could we go get ice cream?" Harry asked, a mischievous smile spread a cross his face.

Both his dads laughed, but they also both got up and Regulus titled his head toward the closet as he said, "grab your coat."

[zippidi-dooda]

Checkmate

This isn't what you had expected to happen.

"Mmm, who would've thunk I'd be able to wake up besides you. Every morning." Rook smiled.

Pulling himself flush against you, he buried his face against your bare shoulder. You let out a soft sigh as he pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive skin.

"Goodmorning, love." You murmured.

"Hehehe, and to hear your sweet voice. Magnifique doesn't even begin to describe it."

He took a hold of your chin with a large, warm hand. A hand that you had learned could do so much. That you had gotten so used to, in fact, that you couldn't even remember the last time it made you flinch.

You pressed a hand over his as you felt his soft lips press against yours. "Goodmorning to you too, my love." 

His smile reached his sparkling, green eyes as he gazed at you. He really couldn't have been more happy it seemed. 

"Daddy!"

"You said we'd hunt today!"

"Wake up!"

Rook chuckled as your daughters' voices rang from downstairs. 

"Oui! I'll be down in a minute, mon oisillons!"

"Hurry!"

"They have your persistence, mon trickster." Rook said returning his attention to you.

"And your tendency to wake up early. Go, best not keep them waiting."

He hummed and leaned his head against your chest, reveling at the sound of your heartbeat that he'd, long ago, memorized the pattern to.

"Patience is vital for all hunters. Teaching them that now will do them some good." He ran his hand slowly down your side to rub against your swollen belly. "How's the little one doing?"

"Fine." You said, absentmindedly running your fingers through his blond locks. "Claude was more fussy than this one. Than all of them really."

"How interesting. Perhaps this one will be more calm once they're born. I wonder which of us the next ones will take after."

You stayed silent, eyes fixed upon the ceiling.

"Try to relax today, my love. We'll be back home before you know it."

"I know."

"... is everything alright, Y/N?" 

You closed your eyes and gave a trained smile towards him. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Trying to maintain the peace, for you and your children's sake.

Rook mirrored your expression and pulled you in for a kiss. 

It didn't take long for you to reciprocate, slinking your arms around his neck and tilting your head to kiss him deeper.

Soon after, needing to pull away, he rested his forehead against yours and rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

Then, in a soft voice, barely above a whisper, you heard his familiar praise, "Je t'adore, ma chérie."

Such an endearing phrase. Spoken in a language wholly romantic. It was heart fluttering.

That's what you always tried to convince yourself.

All you could ever do in response was smile back just as fondly.

"Dad!"

The door slammed against the wooden wall of the cabin as your daughters, Paige, Elise, and Belle, barged in. 

Paige stomped over to your bed, blond hair bouncing with each step, and clambered on top of Rook. The other two peeked their heads into the room, clinging to either side of the doorframe.

The man laughed, flipping onto his back to face Paige. His head rested against your chest as his large hands grasped Paige's waist and he lifted her up into the air, effectively turning her frown upside down.

"Goodmorning, chou! I was just about to get up."

"Hehe." Paige tried to stifle her giggles so she could be mad at Rook once more, her green eyes narrowing. "Ahem, I mean, no you weren't."

"Of course I was! Wasn't I, Y/N?"

You nodded and stretched your hand out to the girls at the door, beckoning them to get closer.

They gave each other a glance with their green eyes before bounding to your side. They kissed the back of your hand 'Goodmorning,' a gesture they had seen Rook do to you thousands of times and had decided to mimic.

"Then why aren't you even dressed yet?"

"Oops! I'm afraid you caught me. Well, now why don't you and your sisters go wait for me downstairs again so I can really get ready for our hunt?"

With a newfound eagerness, Paige nodded then scrambled off the bed, running to the door. She staggered a bit before turning back to kiss you and her father goodmorning.

Rook chuckled as she left and lifted up the remaining two of the triplets onto the bed.

You hugged the blanket close to your bare body as it fell onto Rook's lap.

He ruffled the hair of Elise and Belle simultaneously as he greeted them for the day too.

"Are you two sure you want to come along?" He asked.

Elise shook her head and threw her arms tightly around Rook's waist. "No, but I want to stay with you Daddy."

"I want to stay home." Belle chimed, placing both her hands over her father's atop her head. "Claude said he'd teach me how to chop the firewood."

"How to chop it? Merveilleux! Your brother is an expert with a blade, I'm glad to see he's willing to show you the ropes. Perhaps one day you will be able to teach him a new trick, yes?"

Belle smiled and nodded her head eagerly.

"Well then, you can go play downstairs until he arises from his deep slumber. And like a wilde bobcat on the cusp of its attack, be silent so you don't wake your baby brother."

The girl nodded and headed towards the door, pausing at the doorframe. "Dad? Can we teach the baby to cut wood too?"

You cast a glance towards Rook from the corner of your eye and even though it was brief, he caught it.

"I'm afraid he's a little to young for that."

"Aw, but we can help him hold it."

"Non non, we mustn't  be so eager to see him grow up, mon lapin. Just be patient."

Belle sighed and muttered a dejected, "Okay, dad," before slumping out downstairs.

Rook turned his attention back to Elise. "As for you, mon poussin, you're more than welcome to tag along with me and your sister even if you don't wish to partake in the chase."

"Really?"

"Oui!"

Elise squealed and hugged him tighter. "Thank you, Dad! You're the best!"

"Merci! Run along now, I need to get ready."

"Yes, Dad. See you later, Mom." She made sure to give you a hug before disappearing downstairs like everyone else.

Rook stood up and began to reach for his clothes in the drawers. You kept your eyes trained on him as he moved.

He moved in such a way you could never conprehend what he was going to do next. That had long since ceased to frighten you.

Of course, he didn't miss you stare. Even though he wasn't looking at you.

"What's troubling you, my love?" He inquired a second time.

"Nothing." You smiled.

You threw your legs over the side of the bed and leaned forward to get up.

Only to immediately get gently pushed back onto the bed by Rook's hands. You hadn't heard him move at all, yet he knew exactly what you were planning on doing the moment heard first heard the blanket rustle. 

"Lay down, love. Everything you need will be taken care of, our Claude is a capable young man after all. All thanks to you."

"Our son shouldn't need to be doing my chores on top of his own. Besides, I need to put clothes on.

Rook raised your knuckles to his lips and kissed them softly. "Having you pampered and taken care of has always been ideal. Even more so now for your sake and our baby's. Don't you agree."

You simply kept your eyes locked with his.

"Let me dress you from here," He smiled grew squinty as he drawled on. "It's such a delight to cover you again after stripping you bare like a skinned deer being prepped for curing."

Gaze shifting downwards, you nodded along.

"Give me one moment then." He pressed a feather light kiss to the top of your head before returning to the drawer and dressing himself.

Your eyes scanned over his pale skin, frowning as you saw the red and scared scratches littering his back. 

There were wounds from close calls from protecting your children while out hunting.

And wounds from you, from the times he'd held his lofty frame above yours, sweating and panting as he made himself as close to you as he could so you were almost one, smiling as he professed his love for you and demonstrated it passionately. 

As you held your head back, eyes closed as you felt tears fall, clawing at him in desperation. It was the only time you could try and hurt him, to hope he'd understand the underlying message and feel a grain of the pain he'd been causing you from the moment he'd first started following you.

But, of course, he never took it that way.

Simply, smiling wider as you tore at his skin, praising you for loving him so. 

For why would you try to hurt the one person you had in life?

Now clothed, Rook knelt in front of you, analytic eyes, that had never ceased their days of stalking you from afar, admiring your body.

He took his time dressing you, hands unwilling to leave your skin for even a moment. With each layer he put on you, he kissed you tenderly as his eyes locked with yours.

"There isn't a thing I could say to tell you how lovely you look, my darling." Rook sat between your thighs, a hand pressed against your belly.

His smile grew softer as he felt the familiar kick from the baby inside you.

"You truly are amazing, ma chérie."

You smiled and dragged a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to you.

"Thank you for your sweet words, love. What would I do without you?"

Be able to smile truthfully, be free as a bird as you were before. 

"You're too kind," Rook stood and cupped your cheeks to give you another kiss. "We'll be back safe by supper time, I promise."

"I know."

"I'm going to miss you so dearly, mon trickster." He said hugging you tightly. "I wish I could take you along, but alas, this is the safest option. Do take a rest, Claude knows how to handle everything in this house so just ask him for help. And if something comes along to try and hurt any of you, I made sure to teach him how to handle all things thoroughly."

"I know."

Rook knelt down on one knee, gaze fixed on yours as he took hold if your hand. "I'll be back before you know it, my lady."

He kissed the back of your palm before rubbing his cheek against your hand. 

"Stay safe, my love."

"Of course!" He then pressed a kiss to your belly. "Your father will be back soon, little loir."

You followed him downstairs to see him and your daughters off for the day.

They smiled, bouncing around happily as they slung their handcrafted bows and quivers over their small backs, satchel of food and water hanging by their sides. 

With their gear and blond hair, smiles of pure excitement, and green eyes twinkling with delight, they looked just like their father.

He noticed it and couldn't have possibly been more happy. He simply had to have a picture of this moment.

So, you picked up his old camera and took it for them. Their smiles grew as they clung to his side, cheeks pressed against his.

That camera had captured the most obscene and private moments many a time. It felt strange not being the focus of it. Making use of it to picture the man who made an obsession of it.

Rook thanked you with a kiss, tucking the picture away in his breast pocket and with that, they were finally off.

You stood there, waving at them by the front door until they dissapeared from sight past the dense forest surrounding your lone cabin. And your smile began to falter, hand held aloft as your eyes scanned the green surrounding you.

It wouldn't take much to run in the other direction.

"Mom?"

"... yes, sweetie?" You answered, slowing turning back to the log cabin.

"I'm hungry. Can I wake Claude up now?"

You closed the door behind you as you focused on Belle.

"Sweetie, I'm right here. I can cook for you."

She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "I know, but Dad said I should let you rest and to ask Claude for anything."

You frowned and glanced back at the door. "...Well, Claude needs his rest too. Just come to me until he wakes up, okay."

She nodded and sat down on the carpet in the living room, rummaging through her bag of wooden toys that Rook and Claude had crafted.

You took to the kitchen and searched for something to make. 

"And what are you craving?" You murmured, hand rubbing your belly.

There was no response of course, but after a bit of looking and sniffing you found something the baby wanted.

It made your nose scrunch, and you recoiled from reaching out to grab it.

Had you not be pregnant, the way your mouth almost drooled at the thought of consuming the raw flesh of a lost cow freshly caught would've made you sick to your stomach.

Having Rook as your chef for so long had strange effects it seemed as steak tartare had not once appealed to you till now.

Instead, you reached for the garlic paste you normal had cravings for.

It appeased the baby. But only just.

You grabbed a few vegetables and seasonings before turning to the cutting board.

Slowly, meticulously, you began to slice perfectly round pieces of carrots and potatoes and such.

You hummed softly, eyes trained on your daughter not so far away.

She giggled as she played with her toys, arranging them in a way you couldn't yet determine what she planned to do next. She assembled a team of sorts and proudly declared for them to go this way and that, having each stand guard in various corners of the room, facing the center where a lone boar figure stood beside a smaller one.

After a while, she got quiet, simply holding onto her dolls, watching the figures in the center along with the dolls.

You watched her curiously. 

Had she zoned out?

"Ah! Mother, put that down, you're going to hurt yourself."

Your son's voice, startled you. You hadn't noticed when he came downstairs.

Claude was your oldest, about to be sixteen next month. Very mature for his age, but he took on a lot of Rook's mannerisms. 

Too many.

They all did.

He looked the most like you out of all his siblings, 'cept for his eyes. The piercing green seemed to be a domineering trait in this household. 

It felt like you could never escape his gaze.

He held your youngest in his arms, but quickly handed him to you, taking the knife in exchange.

"Here, let me handle that."

"I can do it just fine."  You argued.

"I know, I know. But I'd like to do it. Breakfast would have been done by now, but I woke up late. Don't worry mother, I'll take it from here."

The baby gurgled, tugging on your shirt.

You wiped the drool bubbling from his mouth.

"Is there anything else you'd like, mother? A tea or coffee perhaps?"

"No, thank you."

"Are you sure? It'd be no trouble. Oh, and I've already fed that little rascal for you. It shouldn't be long 'fore he's ready for a nap."

You shook your head and returned to looking at Belle, bouncing the baby gently. 

She still hadn't moved.

"Claude? What would you like for your birthday?"

"Oh, you really don't have to get me anything, mother. I am becoming a young man, I can do without presents."

You gave him a look. "Oh, c'mon. Everyone wants presents. I just wish I could get you a real one."

"What are you talking about?"

"What sort of cake do you want?"

Claude looked at you for a moment, eyes squinting at you.

He put the vegetables on the stove then continued to make the main part of the dish.

"Any one is fine, we both know my sisters will end up eating the most."

You hummed and returned your attention to Belle, stroking your baby's hair to lull him asleep.

You frowned as you watched her stillness come to an end and she had her dolls jump in to attack the boars.

Effects of her hunting trips no doubt.

Learning by example was dangerous.

Your son cooed and the stove sizzled for a while before Claude finished cooking and began to shuffle.

"Um ... mother of mine? Can I... can I tell you something? I'd tell Father, but you know how he can be. He'd probably start asking for so many details and try to come with me and that's a bit embarrassing, y'know."

You moved to set the baby down in his crib next to the couch then sat down at the counter in front of Claude.

"What's wrong?"

His cheeks had the blooms of roses in them and he averted his gaze to the food.

"Nothing! Sorry. Nothing's wrong, it's just I ... well, you know how father tells us the story of how you met?"

You felt uneasy.

Most sayings aren't wholly true. But some are hard to refute.

Pursing your lips, you asked him to continue.

"Well, it's not just your story. It's in the story books he reads us too. About meeting someone who is perfect for you. Love at first sight."

"... what do you mean?"

Claude finally turned, looking up at you from under his lashes, eyes wide with apprehension but expression wholly serious.

"I .. I think I'm in love, mom."

Your heart sped up at his words.

Had this been a normal situation, you would have jumped with excitement, urging him to tell you all about his crush.

But this wasn't a normal situation.

"With who?"

You lived in the woods.

"Oh, this girl I met out hunting,"

Too far from any civilization.

"So, she's a hunter?"

No one went to town for anything.

"No."

There was no need to. 

"... then how did you meet her?"

Not with someone as capable as Rook around.

"O-oh, well, ehe, I haven't formally met her yet."

At this point, Claude looked away again, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. 

"Then ... why do you say you're in love?"

He brightened up at once, taking your hands in his and looked at you with such a lovestruck expression as you had never seen on him before.

But on him? One too many times.

"I just know it! She's got these eyes that just ... ahh ... and this this hair, wow... and her smile ... ah, I can barely contain myself! Mom, I understand how you and Dad must feel everyday. Gosh, all I can think about is how much I want to know more about her and wake up by her side everyday and be the reason to make her smile! And I left her a present last time, and guess what? She took it! She doesn't know it's from me though, I thought it'd be more romantic to let her think of me as a secret admirer. That way, the time we meet in person will be so much more exciting. Oh! I keep a box of all the little trinkets she forgets about and I took so many pictures of her, just so I can see her when we're apart. I'll go get it, wait here!"

As Claude bounded up the stairs, eager to finally let out his secret of who knows how long, you began to panic.

This situation was all too familiar. Eerily so.

"Here, look! This is her. Isn't she gorgeous. This is her doing her night care routine in her bathroom. This is her clipping her toenails, she seems to have trouble with this, weird angles and all. That's why I'll do it for her when we're married. This is her reading on her porch. This is her playing with her cat, she smiles so wide when he purrs, it's adorable. I'll get her to smile that much for me one day. And this is her when ...."

Your breathing grew shakier and your face paled as you looked at his album. 

The pictures were at odd angles, the girl in question not once facing the camera, seemingly oblivious of it's existence. In the box were the random trinkets discussed about: gum wrappers, post-its, chewed pencils, used band-aids, unpaired socks, ponytails of cut hair, and other long forgotten belongings

All things you remembered seeing in Rook's room long ago that belonged to various people.

Overwhelmed, you couldn't help hiding your face in your hands and sobbing softly, cursing your luck that your poor son had gotten to such a point.

The apple rarely falls far from the tree.

"Mom? Mother, are you okay?" Claude said, quickly forgetting his things and holding you cautiously.

You hiccuped and forced yourself to smile behind your tears. "Yeah, yeah ... I'm...."

In attempts to reasussure him, you lied through your teeth and gripped his hand as hard as you could. 

"... I'm ... happy for you ...."

Claude beamed and wiped your tears with his sleeve.

"Aw, thanks, mother. I knew you'd understand! Don't cry, you'll be able to meet her one day. And then, when we're married I'll always be sure to visit you all, okay."

You nodded, feeling nothing but regret for the poor girl he'd unfortunately set his heart on and guilt for the fact that you had done nothing to prevent the habits he'd been forming as he grew with his father as his shining role model.

"Claude? Why's mom crying?" Belle asked, now distracted from her toys.

"Oh, it's happy tears, Belle. Here, why don't you go out and look for some good firewood out in the shed. I'll be out in a minute."

"Oh! Yay!" Belle jumped and ran out the door.

Claude kissed your head gently and rubbed your back before promising to come in soon and going after his sister.

You sat the counter for a moment, catching your breath and drying your tears.

How on earth were you to teach him that his actions were wrong when you could do nothing to explain why Rook did it?

You looked at your son in his crib with a frown.

Would he turn out like him too?

Your heart ached at the thought.

Your eyes then trailed towards the window, watching the two who had just left. 

They were so happy, so ignorant to the truth between you and the man you continued to call "your love."

You wished you had told them sooner. But they were too young. You didn't want to take away from them the happy life you had once lived.

These little beings looked up to the man who trapped you with him.

And now, they always would.

It was far too late to convince them their father wasn't the saint they believed him to be.

You stood and looked around. 

Photos of your growing family plastered the walls, countless crafts littered the fridge door and handmade gifts cluttered the shelves.

All around you, green eyes watched your every movement. 

How could you find love or comfort in that shade green any longer?

That green that followed you inside and out ....

You looked out the window on the back door. 

Green surrounded you out there too. But a different shade, a different kind altogether.

You trudged forward.

The grass so vast, stretching for miles beneath the suffocating trees which concealed both you and that lovely shade of green from everyone else.

Your hand twisted open the door.

No one was that way. Not your sons or daughters. Not Rook. 

You glaned over your shoulder at the baby, sleeping blissfully unaware of everything, content to just be warm in his crib.

...

Elise. Belle. Paige. Claude. 

They were already all so independent. They could survive on their own if they really needed to. In fact, you were the most helpless person in this family. Not a one of them liked to worry your pretty little head over anything.

Must be difficult for them, right? 

Having to dote on a mother who is only allowed to do things that require little though and strain.

... it'd be better if you left ... right? 

You took a step on the grass, such a beautiful color.

They could care for each other without needing to care for you on top of that. They already took care of their baby brother.

You closed the door behind you, then, another step.

Rook could care for them. He's raised them more than you have already. It wouldn't be much of a change.

And another.

They were all too much like him now to change. It'd get worse as they grew. If you left by their maturing age then it'd only be that much easier for them to help Rook catch you.

And another.

Sevens know that they'd do anything for their father.

Faster and faster.

Or worse. Rook would trap you with another baby for each of your children that matured and got ready to live on their own. An endless cycle of waiting.

This may be your only chance to escape.

Yes, now was the time.

Run!

And run you did. 

You ran and ran, fast as your feet and aching back would let you. You held onto your belly, a smile getting wider as you got further away.

You had to hold back an excited, relieved laugh. This was it. You'd be that bird free from the cage again. And by your own hand too.

Quickly, you grew tired, the need to vomit becoming more apparent. 

But you didn't care.

You kept running.

You had to.

Freedom was finally within reach!

...

Until it wasn't.

You let out a scream, falling back on the pretty grass to avoid bumping into the giant brown bear growling in front of you.

It stood on it's hind legs, towering above you. It's teeth were bared, long, black claws gleaming with a deadly threat, beady eyes shining with agitation.

It growled loudly and looked at you for a second before charging forward to rip you to shreds.

You shifted to protect your belly from being slashed first, eyes screwing shut.

If this was your form of freedom ... well ... maybe ... maybe it wasn't so bad.

Thunk!

The bear let out an agonized yowl before collapsing to the floor heavily.

You made no move, just listening to the bear's dying breath until you could hear it no more.

...

You heard nothing else.

Nothing at all.

But you knew that didn't meant anyhing. It was too late. Your window of opportunity had now been shut forever.

You were afraid to open your eyes.

... 

Slowly, you did.

And found yourself staring at a pair of tan boots in front of you.

Your gaze inched upwards, heartbeat slowing from its frantic beating and the sound of static began to fill your ears.

Rook stood above you, bow in hand, green eyes looking down at you expressionless. A look you had never once expected to see on him. Not a trace of a smile crossed his face, his eyes devoid of emotion.

It was as if he already knew what you were going to do before you knew it yourself.

Oh, what you would do to see his ominous smile once more instead of this look of disappointment.

You brought yourself to your feet and trudged over to hug him with shaky arms.

He held you gently, but still his expression did not change.

You thanked him then turned to face the bear, entwining your hand with his. Soon, your expressions matched.

Oh, poor Y/N,

Rook made easy work of the bear. And then, he turned to you, that easy-going smile back on his face.

Poor, sweet Y/N,

He took your hand in his. 

Don't you know?

He raised your hand to his lips for a kiss. 

The rook is the second best piece on the chess board.

He said something.

As long as he's in play,

"Je t'adore, ma chérie!"

Your chances of winning are lowered.

Then, lugging the bear's corpse behind, you walked hand in hand back to your house, making the most of this shared time together.

You'd long ago been put into check, now it was, 

His queen was cornered.

Checkmate.

[noroi1000]

Nyan XII - Stalker Cats

A/n: In this chapter are my arts for the chapter....I'm a bit ashamed of it because it didn't turn out pretty well. But I am sending you this. Please don't laugh 😅

The black cat hit the white cat lightly as he continued to meow.

His blue eyes looked at him questioningly from behind his glasses.

His ears still droop from being sad.

White fluff so sad. But mostly he was jealous.

It was a terrible feeling.

You didn't betray them. You just went out with your friend...

But they feel jealous of it!

They're supposed to be your cats when you go out with some other guy?!

They weren't mad at you because you sure love them. But they were mad that this guy still thought he could get you! You could only be his friend!

Can't he understand?

You were their girlfriend.

Even if you didn't know the whole truth about them, they never lied.

Why do they sometimes disappear from home? Because they are Jujutsu sorcerers. They can't stay indoors all day as cats, even if they would love to.

But unfortunately the world is unfair.

But they feel that what is happening is also an injustice.

If Yuki wanted war, he'll get war.

Is this supposed to be a rival? He doesn't stand a chance against them!

They will make him rest.

Because you are their girlfriend.

Suddenly, the white cat jumped onto the railing and jumped off the balcony, landing noiselessly on the pavement as a human.

His friend, whose girlfriend you were, landed right next to him.

Black smoke drifted lightly at his feet.

"We can't walk around as cats in the city." Satoru said, standing in a white plume of smoke.

"This is just a discovery for me. If we had at least worn the collars that (y/n) gave us, it would have been better. Some idiot wouldn't threaten to lock us in a shelter." Suguru said, taking steps forward to make the smoke disappear completely.

"You know, wearing those collars isn't so bad. At least people will see what she gave us. As if marking us as hers. Not everyone gets a collar from their sweetheart."

"When she gave it to us, she thought we were cats. Normal cats. Not people. You were the one who finally wanted to show her."

"Prefer to eat cat food from a bowl on the floor? Besides, if it wasn't for that, she'd probably be with someone else! She would have another boyfriend! Probably this guy! If we didn't hurry, it would be too late!" he said with a sad face. His cheeks were slightly grim.

"Come on, come on. You're right. And now we have to ensure that we don't lose her."

"It'll be faster as a cat." He laughed, and suddenly there was a levitating white cat in the alley.

"You know there's a dogcatcher in town?"

The cat meowed.

Basically, there was a shelter here.

However, there were a lot of stray animals on the streets, or those that had escaped and the owner couldn't find them.

They don't want to be compared to animals that have run away or been left behind.

But they also can't constantly change into a human and then into a cat.

It would be more suspicious if the two big cats disappeared and suddenly reappeared.

They are sorcerers, and people know very little about sorcerers.

They cannot know much because the world of Jujutsu is a mystery to them.

And it's best to keep it that way.

But they think you'll have to find out someday.

They will have to explain it to you in detail.

They don't want to scare you.

It was hard for you to accept that your cats turned into people. In two men!

That must have been terrible for you!

And now they have to tell you right away that they are Jujutsu sorcerers? That they have powers that normal people don't have?

That there are curses in this world?

There are curses here. Even with you. But since they're with you, nothing comes close to you.

That's why they can't leave you.

How can you react to the fact that there are monsters invisible to you?

Flying cats, cats that teleport.

Cats that turn into people.

And if you weren't with them, you would be unaware of how much you could be loved.

Even if they're half-two purrs who are jealous that you have a friend who's a guy.

And he is a bit like Ijichi. And they don't want you to replace them - handsome, tall and manly. For something like him - shorter and looks like he just went to high school. Even though he probably might be older than you.

They're just better.

That's why they will do everything to make you stop noticing your friend and pay attention only to them.

Even if they are assured of your love still because he is just a friend.

But he fell in love with you...

And you are their girlfriend. He can't just fall in love with someone else's girlfriend and want to go out with her!

Therefore, they must do something to show him clearly that he has no chance.

Because they're with you and he's about to let it go.

That's why two cats were running on the roofs of buildings, jumping between them and looking for you on the sidewalk.

The glasses disappeared from the head of the white man to find you faster.

And suddenly he jumped, clearing the way for the black cat. Causing his friend to hit his fur and they both nearly fell over.

But Gojo didn't care and looked down at the pavement.

Showing Geto that you're there.

His purple eyes met your face as I was talking to your friend, smiling. His fluffy tail twitched in annoyance.

How can someone like him make you smile? He's probably so boring!

Even though you're going to work now... They can distract you somehow.

Or do something to show that they are your boyfriends and he has no chance to change that.

Just what could they do?

They can't get your attention over the phone because they didn't take it from home.

And cats don't have pockets.

As the black cat turned to look at his white friend, he was standing on the edge of the alley, and suddenly saw a fluffy white cat jump from there.

He ran quickly to the edge, seeing the human form of his friend standing around and white smoke disappearing.

His hand was combing his hair.

His eye remained with a thin pupil until he saw you. And it became normal, or better yet, expanded. He smiled slightly.

And next to him was now a black cat that would have scared him if it hadn't sensed him coming.

Behind him moments later, Suguru was standing watching Satoru's smile.

"What do you do? Whenever you smile like that, you're planning something." He said, leaning his arm against the wall next to him.

Suddenly, he came quickly closer and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from your friend.

"Satoru?"

He pulled you into an alley between corporate buildings and pushed your back against the wall, connecting your lips.

Making you blush, but you kissed back.

And your friend watched the scene with a little blush and wide eyes.

They win this round.

[imvenusasaboy]

PUPARIA

Chapter 12 - je t’aime ★ je t’aime

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The crisp autumnal air in the evening was perfectly warm, yet also cool and refreshing, and the best way to enjoy it was standing out on Teddy's balcony with a cigarette in hand.

Hosah leant over with his elbows against the fine railing, taking in the city sky line as the sun went down, all the twinkling lights of the incomprehensibly tall buildings coming to life in a similar fashion to stars which were no longer visible from the light pollution. It was a real shame, they were his favourite part of his childhood hometown.

Without warning, a much larger figure wrapped its arms around the shifter's bare waist, resting a chin on his shoulder as he'd done previously.

"One two three, that's enough for me," Teddy joked, taking the cigarette from between his roommates fingers, making the decision that this was now something they'd be sharing.

Hosah's attention turned to the freckled forearms encapsulating his body, deciding not to fight against the touch for once in his life,

"Thought you were on the whole 'smoking is bad' train," The shifter joked back, "Am I a bad influence?"

Instead of giving a straight answer, Teddy instead gave an unsure 'Mmm' as he inhaled the toxins once more, something unexpected of him to even know how to do properly.

Hosah knew the innocent and inexperienced mental image he'd created of his assistant to be most likely inaccurate, which is why he'd felt guilty for thinking of Teddy in such a way, but he couldn't shake the views he'd gained of the auburn haired man, so him indulging in these kinds of poor habits, that he himself was guilty of, was certainly shocking to the shifter.

"So," Teddy propped his head up, passing the cigarette back to the shifter as he'd moved his arms from around his waist to around his shoulders, "How are you liking it here?"

The question was unusually bland, but still, Hosah struggled to find the right words to summarise his feelings.

"It's nice," Was certainly one way to put it, "I feel like I can relax again."

Although somewhat true, Hosah still found it hard to break from his train of thought taking him to dark places in his mind. One idea that came to mind was certainly an intrusive one, one where his stalker waited below the apartment building with a little red target dot places perfectly in the middle of the shifters head, ready to shoot him down and end everything in less than a split second.

"That's good," Teddy's head tilted into the crook of the shifter's neck, where he himself once lay when the roles were reversed, his entire form fitting into that one little space, one where his assistant's whole upper head couldn't even imagine fitting.

This was another scene Hosah imagined to be quite picturesque. He wondered if anyone was watching the pair, maybe he could've asked them to take a candid shot of the moment so he could keep it in a photo album forever.

Despite the fact he was only half way through the perfectly good cigarette, something within Hosah, probably relating to his stalker, told him it was time to go back inside. Flicking the ash that hung onto the slender tobacco cylinder, the shifter let it fall down all seven stories before hitting the pavement below them, almost landing on a passerby's head in the process.

"I'm cold," Hosah lied, wriggling out of the touch and rushing back in through the glass sliding door. Of course he'd be cold, the only pieces of clothing he had on were his socks and boxer briefs.

The sudden thought of the person who'd been watching his every move getting sight of him and Teddy's growing closeness was one that scared the shifter. Things were going so well, if some outside uncontrollable forces were to ruin everything they'd created, he'd be devastated. If things were to end badly, it'd have to be on his own accord, then he wouldn't be able to wallow in self-guilt. Hosah would much rather be mad at himself for all eternity than feel bad for himself.

Although, that was exactly the problem, if the shifter's growing anxiety were to worsen, if he were to become more and more paranoid by the day as he was seeming to be, it'd force a wedge between himself and his new roommate. Hosah already spent his days with an unexplained pit of forbidden knowledge in his stomach, one that told him something bad was going to happen, he just didn't know when.

The unshakable feeling of impending doom was one that dictated his every thought, his every action, his every word, his whole livelihood was spent feeding this forever growing black hole of anxiety, and he wasn't going to let it start to consume those around him too.

"You okay?" The voice came from the balcony door, one with concern in its tone, as Teddy stood there with an undeniably cute pout on his face.

Hunched over the kitchen counter, Hosah replied in a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding this whole time,

"Yeah, think I'm just falling asleep here," His fake laugh was extremely obvious, but there were bigger things to care about.

Seeing the gorgeous face looking back at him certainly put Hosah's mind at ease. If he were to be struck down by this crazed killer, he just hoped it'd be done with Teddy looking down at him. If there was an afterlife, he hoped every angel up in that sacred place would have a face at least somewhat as beautiful as Teddy's. Now that truly would be heaven.

Making his way to the cluttered bedroom, Hosah half expected his assistant to follow behind him like the lost little puppy he was, but as he lay down on the unmade bed, the shifter realised Teddy was still stood in the kitchen opposite.

"Aren't you coming to read?" Hosah felt like they were some old married couple as he yelled out across the apartment.

The two had gotten into the habit of migrating into the bedroom when they were almost passed out on the sofa with the TV blaring reruns of old men cooking show garbage, and Teddy would sit and read besides him as the shifter fell asleep, but once he woke up in the morning, he'd realise Teddy had actually gotten up and went to sleep on the couch.

He felt bad seeing the man who was definitely too tall for the makeshift bed all cramped up like that, but on the other hand, Hosah couldn't help but feel he was right to do so, given all the stories from his past that Jules had spread around the office.

Instead of looking scared or disturbed as Hosah half expected him to, Teddy turned around with a smile, "On my way."

And sure enough, in he came, and down he lay by the side of the smaller, freshly washed, cut and dried man. The two just sort of lay in the dimly lit room, turned on their sides looking at each other like two high-school girls up past their bedtime talking about their latest crushes.

Even when only illuminated by the bedside lamp behind him, Teddy's eyes were still hypnotically bright, the green colour being similar to that of a rich emerald on the most beautiful crown you could picture in your head.

It took a whole lot of strength to not point out the two orbs staring straight through him, but luckily, his assistant bit the bullet in the first to talk game.

Brushing the length of Hosah's wavy hair out of his eyes, Teddy half-whispered, "I think you should let your hair curl more, it's pretty like this."

The little crooked canine that stuck out when his assistant smiled was unbearably charming. Fighting the urge to reach out and touch it, Hosah instead turned his head down to avoid looking at the man laid beside him.

How he'd ended up in such an intimate position with a man he was so certainly attracted to was beyond the shifter. Maybe luck was finally starting to favour him, maybe he'd unlocked some kind of hidden charm he hadn't realised he'd had within him as of late, drawing in the type of person he'd been searching for without his own knowledge.

Whatever it was that brought Teddy to the shifter, it deserved a very large thank-you. Whether it be luck, fate, some kind of supernatural interference, it was on Hosah's side with this one.

It seemed Teddy just got closer and closer to the shifter whilst he hid his reddening face, as when he'd finally got the courage to look back up, the two were so close that the tips of their noses brushed against each other when Hosah's face matched the same level as his assistant's.

The combination of sudden touch, close proximity, and pre existing attraction all blended into one scenario was all too much for the shifter's heart, shooting down to his base size of three inches in the blink of an eye. Phew, that was a close call. If they had stayed like that any longer, Hosah wouldn't have half a mind to think his assistant was trying to kiss him. But that was stupid, Teddy wasn't that type of guy, Teddy probably didn't even see him that way, and was just messing with the shifter to get a reaction out of him.

"Shit," The only word Hosah could muster out as he lay in the fetal position beside the giant.

The shifter quickly turned to his other side, frantically looking away from the perpetrator of the malicious attack against his feelings, eyes shut tight incase Teddy went in for the final K.O.

There was only a brief moment of awkward, flustered, homoerotic silence before Teddy spoke up, "...Sorry, too close."

Hosah turned back over to face the person speaking to him, afraid his overreaction would ruin their future possibilities all together,

"It's okay, been itching to shrink all day anyway," the shifter explained, moving himself into the resting cupped hand that lay out besides Teddy's face.

He was certainly not inexperienced with being close to other men, in fact, the amount of guys Hosah had shared a bed with could probably fill an entire stadium, but there was something so inherently familiar about the sincerity in Teddy's touch, the genuine love and care in all of his gentle brushes of his fingertips against the shifter's brittle skin, the kind of affection Hosah had not yet received in life, and that terrified him. The thought of finally learning what it meant to be loved by someone else, and suddenly losing that. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to move on from that.

The future however, did not matter right now, all that mattered was that Hosah was finally in the warm palm of a beautiful man who cared for him. There was no point in worrying about the day it'll disappear when he could just enjoy it as it were happening, is what he tried to tell himself as his mind wandered into the deep unknown depths of itself.

Teddy's hands weren't exactly the most delicate or elegant he'd ever seen, but they were certainly soft and pleasant. A little coarse on the tips from farm work, Hosah presumed, but they were steady and stable, something the shifter most definitely lacked and was in need of in this life.

Twisting around onto his stomach, Hosah peered up at whatever the giant was doing, which was what he usually did before bed, far too indulged in some sort of book the shifter could quite make out the cover of from such a distance away and in such bad lighting.

Despite wanting to call out for attention, instead Hosah just watched attentively, hoping the sensation of eager eyes boring into the giant's face would be enough to make him look up from whatever he was so engulfed by.

Fortunately, it seemed Teddy couldn't turn the page with just one hand, putting the book down with the two pages separated on the bedside table, his view finally shifting down into the tiny man that lounged in his palm like they didn't just share an extremely embarrassing intimate moment that will be ingrained in both of their memories for the rest of time.

"You look comfortable," was all the giant could muster has he moved the rest of his body in accordance to the shifter's satisfaction.

"Yeah," Hosah sighed wistfully, "Don't leave to sleep on the couch tonight please."

He didn't even intend to make such a big request from his roommate in the moment, but it seems the shifter's wants heavily surpassed his ability to think before speaking. Wide-eyed in embarrassment, a response couldn't come faster.

Equally as red as the shifter once was, Teddy laughed, his free hand rubbing his face as an excuse to cover it, "Okay, if that's what you want, 's it scary all alone in the dark?" The giant teased,

"Well when you have a stalker that invaded your home, I guess so," The macabre joke was one Hosah fully expected not to land, as he often assumed with most of the jokes he made that he genuinely considered funny, but it seemed that Teddy saw the comedy in the situation too.

"Hah, cmon," The giant's palm shifted, pressing the shrunken figure up against the cozy chest of which he'd grown familiar to, "Go to sleep,"

Despite the layer of thin t-shirt material between them, this still felt more intimate than the likes of which the shifter had ever experienced. Well, you didn't have to tell Hosah twice, as he might as well have passed out right in that moment with how quickly he went from a hundred to zero as he curled up, sandwiched between the hand and the chest. Okay, maybe this was a more accurate representation of his ideal heaven.

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The next few passing days at work became more and more repetitive by the second. Hosah would spend all day pining for the touch he, quite literally, shrank away from, only to wimp out once they were home and his assistant went back to testing the waters with him again.

Just the inkling that his feelings were mutual was enough to make the shifter a flustered mess, and the fact Teddy took full leverage of that power he held over the shifter became more apparent by the minute. Getting just slightly closer than he did yesterday, taking more risks with the things he said, all steps that would water the seed that was their romantic relationship, until it eventually bloomed into an incomprehensibly beautiful thing.

Sitting on the hardwood desk besides all the files and loose papers had become a part of Hosah's nature, a second, or third if you count his own apartment, home to him. Lately, the shifter had been heavily slacking off with all of the casework still left to do, getting lost in Teddy's vast form that sat in front of him, his eyes becoming fixated on all the little details that were only visible at such a size.

"I think you should move in, like, officially." The statement caught Hosah incredibly off guard.

A little shocked, and also sort of flattered, the shifter responded, "Uh, yeah, yeah me too. I.."

There was no easy way to put the fact that Jules was not only both his boss and best friend from his teen years, but also his landlord.

"..I'll need to take that up with Boss though. My rent is taken straight from my paycheck. Her dad owns the apartment complex I live in, she's my landlord."

"Oh, god," Teddy laughed, "I'm sorry that happened to you,"

"Yeah. Shitty situation to end up in. Needed to get out of there anyway,"

His apartment was not a place Hosah had grown particularly attached to, preferring the heavily decorated space that his assistant owned to the endless liminal space that was his complex's hallways. Sometimes, when it was dark outside and the only thing he had to light his pathway was the buzzing, flickering, yellow overhead lights, Hosah wondered if he was even anywhere near his home, the building being more like a maze if anything. The papered walls and carpeted floors resembled that of the Stanley Hotel, the shifter half expecting to see a creepy pair of ghostly twins at the other side of every corner he turned.

"Well," His assistant leant in closer, his rolled up sleeves showing off his forearms, "We can take it slowly, no need to rush into things, given how hectic it's all been lately."

Hosah didn't have anything to say, instead just humming in agreement.

"Anway, when's that specialist appointment?"

Oh, right, the shifter had almost completely forgotten about Doctor whats-his-face.

"September nineteenth." He recalled off the top of his head, exactly one month until Teddy's birthday on the day.

His assistant's head tilted, cheek smushed against his arms, eyebrows angled downward like a sad puppy, "Are you worried about it?"

"Pshh," Hosah scoffed, "No."

The shifter thought it'd be easier to just lie about his true feelings towards the situation. There was enough underlying, heavy tension between the pair as is, given the fact Teddy probably felt he had to walk on eggshells around the shifter, desperately pleading that whatever he did, he didn't hurt the impossibly tiny figure that lay in his hands in the dark.

Besides, Hosah had spent enough time in his life with some kind of caretaker figure. His entire highschool experience was being followed closely by his advocate, the man that would protest for his rights in both the education and the health care system, as well as providing for the shifter as his key worker at the establishment.

Hosah often felt selfish as an adolescent, for having someone whose entire career focus was him. He didn't need someone running after him twenty-four-seven, he could've done just fine if he'd stayed at home and in a regular school, but nobody else in the world believed in him, deciding to dump him off into some professional care setting rather than putting in any effort. Hosah would do anything not to live the way he did over ten years ago.

"... Are you sure you're okay?" Teddy leant in, his face being the only thing in the shifter's line of sight, whispering so nobody would hear their conversation.

Hosah looked anywhere but forward, his hands instinctively running through his uncharacteristically soft hair as he usually did when he was nervous,

"Of course! Why- why wouldn't I be?" The shifter tried his best to put on a smile, but it came off much more awkwardly than true, genuine contentment.

"You've been acting off for the past few days, 's all.." The assistant muttered, sitting up properly in his chair, eyes falling to the floor.

Oh, could it, just maybe, be the aggressive flirting making him act strange? Hosah would've laughed out loud at the idea if he wasn't already feeling a little sickened by his assistant's ability to read his feelings.

"It's just a lot. Or.. the fact that it's not really anything at all.." The shifter wasn't sure what he was getting at either, Teddy's sudden turn to attention with an eyebrow raise proving the statement to be not as good as if sounded in his head.

"I mean- That person who mailed me my own painting. There's been a real dip in missing people, there's been no more parcels, no more notes, just.. Nothing. It's the radio-silence that's stressing me out," Hosah rambled, suddenly being able to perfectly articulate his feelings he wasn't even sure if he fully understood before he opened his mouth,

"At least when they're peering through windows or writing me weird death threat slash love letter manifestos, I know what they're thinking, what they're feeling, I can make an educated guess at their next move."

"I.." Teddy sighed, a little lost for words, "I didn't know that's what you were feeling- or what you were thinking, you need to speak to me more about these kinds of things, instead of bottling it up."

If Hosah were to talk more about his internal conflicts, he'd be nonstop chattering about it, he already opened up about what he was thinking way more than he'd done in his entire life in the short month he and Teddy had known each other for.

"That's what that specialist is for." Hosah said, a slight bit of unintentional annoyance in his tone of voice.

"Still need to talk to me. Communication, it's a very important skill in relationships." The look on the shifter's face as Teddy said that last part probably lead on that using such a word to describe the pair was a little too bold for their current position,

"I mean- given that we're living together now," Quick save, nice.

Hosah scoffed as he spoke, "Only if you start telling me what you're thinking and feeling too."

"Deal." Ah, the shifter wasn't expecting to come to a mutual agreement, half thinking Teddy would back out of the proposal after his ultimatum.

Communicating what was going on in his brain wasn't an entirely foreign concept to the shifter. After going through some good old fashioned court-mandated therapy, Hosah would even consider himself a pro, but that was the main issue at hand. Teddy wasn't his psychiatrist, as much as he'd like to believe otherwise, and given he was being sent back to specialist rehabilitation, the shifter didn't think he'd need the extra mental support.

He'd already given the assistant an unfathomable amount of extra work load, I mean, the guy didn't get a break even in his down time. Every moment Hosah spent in his house, being doted on and chased around after, the worse he felt about the position he was in. Maybe the person who had been watching him was right after all, maybe he really was a leech to those around him, one that sucked all the life out of them and ran away when all got too real.

Suddenly, Hosah felt bad for even being in his voluntarily shrunken form in the first place, although this is how he was the most comfortable, he didn't even think to consider how it was affecting his roommate. Sure, the shifter could just ask Teddy if caring for him was too much on his plate, but making assumptions was the route Hosah usually preferred to take.

"I mean.." The giant's voice above him stopped the shifter's train of thought, "If there's anything you don't want to talk about, that's okay too. Just clarify, I don't want you to think I'm prying or anything, I just think we should be on the same page about these kinds of things, you know?"

Hosah nodded, still not fully all there, he'd appreciate a little leeway in the direction they were headed, although pulling the 'I don't want to talk about it' card would make him feel like he was a hormonal teenager again.

"Well, I think and feel that we should go back to my apartment and get the last few bits of my stuff. Still need to get that gun, see if I have any mail, you know."

The rest of the day seemed to fly by in a confusing daze, the shifter barely able to focus on just about anything with his influx of conflicting thoughts. To be annoyed at the giant, or to not be annoyed, the age old question. On one hand, Hosah had begun to really enjoy the shift in their dynamic, but on the other, the prospect of opening up, of having the giant understand him on such an intimate level, was terrifying.

Whenever the shrunken man stood on Teddy's shoulder like this, it filled him with an unshakable feeling of imbalance, like the giant was leaning to the left, standing on an angle, but it was probably the most satisfying mode of transport out of his other options, giving him a full regular height view of the space around him.

The feeling that overrun the shifter as the pair made their way through the identical labyrinth of hallways was like that of passing by an old place you remembered from your childhood, and seeing it shut down and disheveled right before your very eyes. A sense of overwhelming sadness, mixed with euphoric nostalgia all at once. There was nothing positive to associate his old home with, but just the fact it was his apartment, with his furniture, his own private space, was enough to fill anyone with a sense of pride.

Hosah's heart thumped in his throat as his assistant fumbled for the keys to open the familiar teal door that stood in front of them, afraid of what he'll see on the inside, almost closing his eyes entirely as it dramatically creaked open.

And there it was, exactly how he'd left it.

It seemed even the giant was nervous as he cautiously stepped inside of the bare bones living space, Hosah feeling the skin he stood so close to radiate a familiar heat as the palms bigger than his entire body clammed up.

Despite having one of those little cubbies for mail down in the lobby, Hosah's old apartment also had a little mail slot in the aged door. When he peered down, it was clear someone was trying to contact him, with the entrance mat being completely covered with cards and letters.

"What are all of those?" The shifter asked, grabbing onto the cinnamon hair for support as he got his footing between the shirt collar and the shoulder of the giant on which he stood on.

Teddy scooped up about a third of the mail in both of his hands, placing it all down onto the coffee table before muttering, "Seems like they've all been hand delivered."

This theory was proven as the nervous hand turned them all to face upward, with nothing being written on the envelopes besides Hosah's full legal name, no address, no return address.

"Teddy, go get the gun." The shifter's voice shook as he spoke, afraid the person who'd been stalking him could be hiding in any of the dark corners of his abandoned apartment.

Teddy listened immediately, making a rush over to where he recalled being told the weapon was kept. The absolute silence of the complex was the most terrifying part of the experience. Usually, there was always some kind of noise, whether that be his right side neighbour's baby crying deep into the night, or his left side neighbour's insane bass boosted coughing, there was never a moments peace in the building. But now was different. If it had been this way last month, Hosah would've thought, 'Finally, some quiet around here', but now he longed for the noise he'd learnt to tune out over the years.

Upon entering the bedroom, the giant rifled through the cluttered storage closet, following Hosah's directions to the safe with undoubtable accuracy. The closet was the one space throughout the entire apartment that had more than two items of furniture to fill it, being almost impossible to navigate with just how compact and filled the space was. Teddy moved whatever he could, making a mess of the bedroom the closet resided in all the while, only to see, under all of the long finished canvases and empty paint containers, somebody had gotten to it before them.

The little black metallic box had been opened and looted, the password being the anniversary of his uncles death, a fact Hosah didn't really go around sharing with just about anyone who'd listen.

".. Where the fuck is it?" The shifter knew exactly where it'd be, in the possession of a highly dangerous individual, but his fear overran his ability to think logically.

The fact of the matter was, the gun didn't even really matter all that much. Even people with diagnosed schizophrenia on their records could go and purchase one if they so desired. The most terrifying part of it all was the mass amounts of letters.

It had barely been three weeks since the first parcel delivery, and in that time, at least a hundred hand written cards had been mailed to his address, all probably detailing incredibly private parts of his life with precision, an undeniable accuracy that truly terrified the shifter.

Hosah could just hope his past wasn't something the stalker was open to using as leverage against him, although at this point, nothing was off limits when it came to his perpetual psychological torment.

The lack of noise didn't just keep to the other residents of the building, as Teddy hadn't made a peep either. If even he was scared, the shifter was fucked completely. In silence, the giant moved back into the main living area, headed straight to the kitchen presumably for a glass of water to cool down from the stress of the situation.

Whilst the giant was preoccupied at the sink, Hosah took it upon himself to scan the tiled roomed the pair had rushed into, his eyes landing straight on the counter top opposite them.

I guess that answered the question of the missing gun.

[mizldrizl]

I've never read English fanfictions of K-Dramas before, but recently I watched Beyond Evil and it made me go digging AO3 right away. After reading several works, I wanted to write down a few thoughts and some information on names/titles as a native Korean speaker.

It sounds extremely weird when Joo Won calls Dong Sik "Dong Sik" or "Lee Dong Sik" in normal circumstances. In Korea, it is a taboo to call someone older than you by just their name. Whenever this happens in a fic, I can't help to think like, "Joo Won, are you trying to get punched by Dong Sik?! Why are you being so rude all of a sudden??" Of course, we saw that Joo Won calls Dong Sik "Lee Dong Sik" a couple of times in the show, but it was only when he was infuriated or really frustrated by Dong Sik.

Similarly, Yu Yeon would never call Dong Sik "Dong Sik." Maybe "Lee Dong Sik" if she is really mad, but I don't think she is someone who would ever act like that towards her older brother. She'll always call him "oppa (오빠)."

Whenever Dong Sik calls Joo Won "Joo Won" in a fic, my brain automatically translates it to "Joo Won-ah (주원아)" because that's just how you normally call someone younger than you by their name in Korean. In other words, Dong Sik wouldn't literally call Joo Won "Joo Won (주원)"; it'll always be "Joo Won-ah (주원아)." Basically, the rule is that you put "ah (아)" or "ya (야)" at the end of a name depending what it ends with; if a name ends with a consonant, you add "ah (아)," and if a vowel, "ya (야)." Therefore:

Joo Won (주원) -> Joo Won-ah (주원아)

Jae Yi (재이) -> Jae Yi-ya (재이야)

Ji Hoon (지훈) -> Ji Hoon-ah (지훈아)

Ji Hwa (지화) -> Ji Hwa-ya (지화야)

Yu Yeon (유연) -> Yu Yeon-ah (유연아)

You can't use a name + "ah (아)" or "ya (야)" as a subject or object in a sentence, as this convention only happens when you call someone. Because of this, the following sentence sounds awkward:

Dong Sik said, "My Joo Won-ah is such a handsome man."

Strictly speaking, "친구 (friends)" are people who have a bond and are the same age in Korea. That's why we can say Dong Sik, Jung Je and Ji Hwa are friends. Then what about others? At school or work, we can use "선배 (sunbae)" and "후배 (hoobae)." If you're familiar with Japanese terms "senpai" and "kouhai," they are exactly the same meaning. "Sunbae" is someone who is older than you and/or started school/career earlier than you. To your "sunbae," you're their "hoobae." In the show, Sang Yeop, Dong Sik's old partner, calls Dong Sik "sunbae."

However, if you become more intimate (not in a sexual way!) with someone, or if that someone is your family, other terms such as "형 (hyung)," "누나 (noona)," "오빠 (oppa)" and "언니 (unnie)" can be used as follows:

Younger male -> Older male = "형 (hyung)"

e.g. Ji Hoon -> Dong Sik

Younger male -> Older female = "누나 (noona)"

e.g. Ji Hoon -> Ji Hwa

Younger female -> Older male = "오빠 (oppa)"

e.g. Yu Yeon -> Dong Sik

Younger female -> older female = "언니 (unnie)"

e.g. Jae Yi -> Ji Hwa

Plus, you can add the person's name in front of each term. One thing to remember is that you should put "yi (이)" at the end of the name if it ends with a consonant. If it ends with a vowel, no extra syllable is necessary. For example:

Dong Sik (동식) -> Dong Sik-yi hyung (동식이 형)

Jae Yi (재이) -> Jae Yi noona (재이 누나)

Sometimes, you add "nim (님)" to "hyung (형)" and "noona (누나)" to be even more polite/show more respect. Therefore, "hyung (형)" becomes "hyung-nim (형님)," but for "noona (누나)," it becomes "noo-nim (누님)," not "noona-nim (누나님)." Once, Oh Sub refers to Nam Sang Bae "Sang Bae hyung-nim (상배 형님)" while talking to Jung Chul Moon after Nam Sang Bae was arrested. "Nim (님)" can be also added to a job title, so in the show we hear "소장님 (Substation Chief + nim)", "경사님 (Lieutenant + nim)," "경위님 (Inspector + nim)," etc. plenty times. Personally, it is funny to watch Dong Sik sometimes call Joo Won "한주원 경위 (Inspector Han Joo Won)" at the beginning and Joo Won sometimes call Dong Sik "이동식 경사 (Lieutenant Lee Dong Sik)" because technically you have to add "nim (님)" in those cases (you know, Joo Won being Dong Sik's superior officer at the time & Dong Sik being older than Joo Won and his "sunbae" in career), but they just want to show they don't like each other that much so bad!

Oh, and Dong Sik calls Joo Won "도련님 (young master)" from time to time, and it reminds me of Merlin calling Arthur "sire" sarcastically. Those young, elite, arrogant and (surprisingly) naive boys...

Anyway, now what I'm trying to figure out is--what would Dong Sik and Joo Won call each other once they start a romantic relationship? For Dong Sik, obviously it'd be either "주원아 (Joo Won/Joo Won-ah)" or "한주원 (Han Joo Won)." For Joo Won? As I've rambled long above, "동식아 (Dong Sik/Dong Sik-ah)" certainly is out of question. "동식 씨 (Dong Sik-ssi)" is slightly better, but it still sounds a little off to me. My personal picks are "이동식 씨 (Lee Dong Sik-ssi)" and "형 (hyung)." For the latter, I'd like to imagine that Joo Won asks Dong Sik if it's okay to call him that at some point. In bed, Joo Won might call Dong Sik "이동식 (Lee Dong Sik)" when he feels like to be a bit dominant or wants to tease/taunt Dong Sik, but not too often. (In one fic I've read, Joo Won says something like "Focus, Lee Dong Sik" while having sex with him and Dong Sik tries to be angry, saying "Yah--" but apparently he couldn't say much else after that. The fic is one of my favorites so far.)

Okay, that's all I guess. I've never written anything this long in English in my life, and honestly I'm a little nervous. Beyond Evil made me do this. I'm going to look for new fics now. (By the way, thank you for your amazing fics, Beyond Evil fic writers! Keep up the good work!)

[inlovewithregencyera]

Elmsworth House, July 4th, 1818

John: And that damn scandalous politician, Theophile Baxter! I will not be voting for that bloody liberal!

Elizabeth: Please dear, reduce your swearing.

Peregrine: I wouldn't say Baxter is completely liberal, John. Some of his policies are more conservative than liberal. I don't like him much either though so he doesn't have my vote!

Helena: *sighing* Must you always bring up politics during dinner, Perry?

Peregrine: No dear but-

Helena: I dare say, may we change the topic?

Ashley: I think Miles Bragg is a very good polit-

Helena and Peregrine: Oh shut it, Ashley!

Emma: What do you think of this muslin, Laurence? Does it make me look like a proper young lady?

Laurence: If you ask me about another damn "mouslin" or whatever the devil it's called I believe I'll go mad!

Emma: It's called muslin!

*Laurence sighs*

William: Mar-Dear Ms. Ramsbury. Are you enjoying your dinner?

Martha: Yes-yes. Quite well.

William: Capital!

Aurelia: I think your muslin is lovely Ms. Carew. Please disregard your dear brother.

Emma: Oh thank you, Lady Aurelia!

Patience: Oh yes, it's very lovely. I'm not sure why Mr. Carew hates muslin so!

Laurence: My apologies my dearest Lady...oh and Mrs. Ramsbury.

Aurelia: *whispering* Why are you looking at me like that? Are you cross?

Frederick: *whispering* Am I cross, "My dearest Lady.."? Perhaps I "je n'aurais pas à résister à l'envie d'embrasser tes lèvres pulpeuses et d'embrasser ta silhouette parfaite..." or whatever the hell he said.

Aurelia: Oh heavens, it worked.

Frederick: Whatever do you mean it worked?!

Aurelia: You paid no compliments to my hair. I thought you didn't notice it. I did it this way for you and you paid me no compliments!

Frederick: I noticed you and your pretty blue silks the moment you stepped into the drawing room. Had I not been engaged in conversation with your uncle, I would've gone and talked to you.

Aurelia: I'm sure of it. I still haven't received a compliment on my hair from you, perhaps I shall invite Mr. Carew to my birthday in four da-

Frederick: Dearest, sweetest, loveliest Lily. I love your gorgeous hair and how those little ringlets adorn your beautiful face. I love that style and if it makes you happy, I would wish you wear it more often. Not saying I don't like any other style you wear, but that one is my favorite so far. Is this good enough for you? Please know that I sincerely mean it.

Aurelia: *blushing* More than good enough.

Frederick: Now will you stop giving that scoundrel any ounces of your attention and affection?

Aurelia: I shall try.

Aurelia: *giggling* I shall be cordial with him. It is the polite thing to do. You're also a fool if you ever think Cornelius Grey would allow one of his daughters to marry a second son! Let alone an atheist. I'm sure he will invite you to stay with us in Brindleton at Paelford.

Frederick: *laughing* I hope he does. But you tease me too much. You enjoy vexing me.

Aurelia: Admit that you like it when I vex you.

Frederick: I only like it when I do not have the urge to rip someone's tongue from their throat.

Aurelia: Frederick Worthington!

This grandiose dinner continued for the next hour until everyone was stuffed. Aurelia found herself mainly conversing with Frederick throughout this dinner, and no one paid them any mind. It was quite obvious to everyone in the room, including Laurence of the affection they shared, even if it was in modesty due to them being surrounded by others. Peregrine, knowing the coming events decided that the gentlemen would not smoke directly after dinner. Once the table was cleared of dinner and dessert plates, William Carew mustered the courage to arise to make a speech, with his wine glass in his hand.

William: Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed family and friends, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude. The warmth in my heart exceeds the glow of any candle that graces this room. Before we head to the drawing room, I must share with you a moment that has forever altered the course of my life. A fortnight ago, at the ball held by Viscount Markham, I dared to utter words that have forever changed the trajectory of my and Ms. Ramsbury's future. I asked a question that resides in the chambers of every romantic heart. A question that binds souls and weaves fabrics of destiny.

William: I inquired if she would be my forever partner in this so-called journey called life. I asked Miss Martha Ramsbury if she would be my loving, and faithful wife. I am pleased to tell you she has happily accepted!

Helena: Oh my goodness! My dear girl is to be wed, how wonderful! I shall have to ask my dear brother if you two may tie the nuptials at Auglire! Oh Peregrine, how blessed are we!

Peregrine: *in between tears* Yes, quite blessed my dear!

William: To love, to friendship, and to the uncharted seas of me and my dear bride's shared future-cheers!

Everyone in the room stood, and the room was filled with the clinking of crystal, followed by a chorus of heartfelt congratulations and well-wishes. The only one who didn't seem to wish the couple good wishes was Patience Ramsbury, who Aurelia couldn't help but notice her fake smile and discomfort.

Laurence Carew ordered nearby footmen to bring him a bottle of brandy.

Laurence: TO MY FUCKING BLOODY BASTARD OF A BROTHER!

Laurence: HAVE SOME MERRIMENT ON THIS JOYFUL EVE YOU LOT!

John and Elizabeth Carew let out a long sigh at how embarrassed they were by this son of theirs. But their annoyance didn't last long, for their firstborn and heir to their estate was to marry Miss Martha Ramsbury! At this moment, Aurelia realized who Laurence reminded her of. No other than that of Thaddeus Skeffington, a man whom she had a lot of disdain for. Despite her teasing Frederick to get him jealous, she knew she could never marry someone like Laurence. Laurence was more up to speed with her friend Villoria. Frederick was the only man she could ever see herself marrying.

Although she was happy for Martha, she couldn't help but wish she had a ring on her finger and a lace bonnet on her head to share Martha's bliss. How she wished she was Lady Worthington, Countess of Henford. Oh, how she regretted rejecting Frederick's proposal. Perhaps they even would have had babies by now had she accepted.

[autogeneratedkahootnickname]

Yeah so I'm an Amber apologist until the day I die.

I do think there's potentially a minor writing hiccup but I'm gonna set things out as best I can from my understanding.

What a lot of people don't pick up on, and what the show tries to convey in episode 5, is that Mark has been a phenomenally shitty boyfriend to Amber. We only see a few brief snippets of him cancelling some dinner plans, but this has been a constant, unfaltering issue for 3 months. 'He's late, he doesn't show, and he always has some shitty excuse.' From Amber's point of view, it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to think she means nothing to him.

But she recognises that the situation is complex, and she cares about him, and she sees that he IS trying, if not enough. So she gives him second chance after second chance. Honestly far longer than she should have done.

But yeah, their relationship is on the ROCKS for a LONG time. But since we see Mark superheroing throughout most of that, we can't put ourselves in her shoes.

So then, flash forward to Upstate U and the reveal. My controversial theory, but the one I think most makes sense in terms of writing, is that Amber didn't know Mark was Invincible until he tells her.

Amber is visibly startled when she sees Mark flying in her room. Granted she would be even if she knew, but it leans more to her not knowing than the contrary.

Amber does not know who Invincible is at Upstate U, and she never refers to him by name in the confrontation: 'I know you're a superhero', 'fly away, flyboy'. If she had known 'weeks beforehand' a cursory google would have been likely. She would be more likely to refer to him by name.

Amber is very intelligent, she's quick-witted, she's an expert at putting up walls as a defence mechanism and she hates being lied to. She would be capable of concealing her surprise, and wouldn't want to lose control in the conversation, but honestly she doesn't have to. Because her reaction seems genuine, even if its less premeditated than she puts on.

Amber goes into that interaction thinking Mark is a liar, a coward, a flake and an asshole. That interaction recontextualises him as a liar, a flake and an asshole. In different ways sure, but the end result is the same. Amber's whole issue is that she doesn't feel valued by Mark, and she's just been told that he was hiding an entire secret life from her because he didn't trust her. Also, Mark is not 'trusting her now': he's using Invincible as a retroactive get out of jail free card for being an asshole for 3-4 months. He frames it in a way that, even if its unintentional on his part, makes her out to be small, and petty, and irrational: 'because im out saving lives or protecting the planet.' It sounds like he's blaming her for being mad at him, and he's SO SURE she'll forgive him everything in that moment. She doesn't want to let him off the hook for being shitty, and Mark's behaviour isn't helping. This is supposed to convey that the way he treated her isn't ok even if he was a superhero, and he shouldn't expect it to be.

And she isn't happy about being angry with him! The scene ends with her looking pensive, conflicted, because the walls she put up in that scene do not reflect her character! She goes back to Mark to make sure he's alright, because she sees his actions in a different light, and bear in mind, at this point, Mark is still viewed by the public as someone who played a pretty substantial role in killing around 50,000 people at a guess. She's not going back to him because he's a hero now. He's public enemy number 2. That is an INCREDIBLE amount of integrity and dedication, traits she's displayed repeatedly throughout the season through her grassroots support of local communities.

William literally says in his pep talk to Mark:

'But you were a shitty boyfriend to Amber and you got what you deserved'. This is Mark's number 1 fan. Laying it out in front of us.

And last, but of course, not least,

Guys she's fucking seventeen cut her some slack jesus christ she's not a calculator

[chicalepidopterareblogs]

Some speculation for what's to come based on the OST* and my own perception and yearning

EPISODE 1

Not so much to guess about this one. The opening track and how it is used to introduce Delainey's Claudia is one of the most spectacular pieces of cinematography that I've seen in my entire life

EPISODE 2

We know which scene Paris sucks belongs to since we've already seen it in the trailers so it makes sense for it to be at the begining of ep. 2.

I speculated that Who are the young men could be related to Lestat and Nicolas and their portraits hanging in the theatre. But it can also be about Loustat first meeting and even the brave men they met at the park (cruising-meet cute confirmed around min 21:00)

They invite us for a hunt is def the slaughter scene at the palace after the motorbikes and Armand for you could be the moment Armand finaly joins the interview (meaning, Daniel paying attention to him finally) by the end of the episode.

Included Raglan James in ep 2 cause I wanna see Justin Kirk asap but he might as well appear at the begining of ep 3.

EPISODE 3

The 1700s flashbacks are said to happen at the beginning of this ep so The fourth great law could be an introduction to Armand as a coven master in both the 1940s and 1700s and A vein winding through paris sounds like something Armand would say to describe the city and the time. This is when Arlecchinostat is supposed to happen so there should be some remarkable track that didn't make to the OST

I don't like windows when they're closed we know is Claudia's debut performance so wouldn't it be beautiful if we hear it right after Lestat's 1700s show?

Amadeo... I don't even know how to make sense out of this one. I'm just getting ready to be stabbed through the heart and that's it

EPISODE 4

This episode is when Caludia meets Madeleine so most of the tracks may have to do with it and Madeleine as a character.

Hello Francis, Goodbye Francis I think is referring to the Francis Bacon tryptic

EPISODE 5

First time in new orleans sounds like a way to introduce the first interview.

I didn't know it was a gift I don't really know how to explain it but since it's probably in episode five (unless it isn't) something about someone being too young and stupid to realise something is important and what Eric said about Daniel reading something from one of his books that didn't know what he meant when he wrote it. Something...

EPISODE 6

Most of these tracks will probably have to do with theatre performances.

Ladies And Gentlemen as in something Santigo would say; Jardin de Satan might be some of the plays Nicolas wrote.

Come To Me Again it is a performance on its own**

Annika is probably the girl they torture on the stage and Le Bucheron and Woodcutter... a lot of foreshadowing (Le bucheron could even be a pun in French although I don't know enough French to be sure). We have also seen a play about a woodcutter in one of the trailers

EPISODE 7

The Five Great Laws for this episode since it is probably going to be The Trial and we know Baby Lu is Claudia's (unfortunate?) theatre persona

My gut tells me that Je N'Aime Pas Fenêtres Quand Fermée will play at the end titles of the episode, in contrast with the atrocities that might have happened previously

EPISODE 8

We know that Nicolas should have already showed up at some point between ep1 to 6 so For A Young Violinist Again being at the bottom of the list can only mean that we will see him once again. Something tells me it will be painful and maybe the first approach to authentic Nickistat.

Love Wronged could be applied to almost every relationahip in the show

In Nomine Magni. Who could possibly say a line like this in Latin so close to end of the season?

Followed Closely By My Madness has Nicolas de Lenfent written all over it again

Vien À Moi Encore sounds perfect for a dramatic clifthanger, maybe even Lestat coming back to Louis

*Considering always that the titles are in order of appearance as they were for the S1 OST

**Unlike Come To Me on Rue Royal that goes at the bottom as a bonus track, I doubt we will actualy hear it *in* the show but we will see

[prikarin]

hello hello! just finished playing WWCG and absolutely felt in love with it <3

i was wondering about yandere ending. when Crowe asked for a talk at the morning but MC ran away, what did je wanted to talk about? was he really planning to just have a talk, or he planned to do something with MC to not let them leave again?

Hello, hello! Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm happy you enjoyed the game! ❤️😊 Answer behind the 'Keep reading' since it contains spoilers!

The yandere ending is the only ending of the 3 where Crowe doesn't actually fall in love with Aspen but rather he THINKS he's in love with them because of how possessive, infatuated and obsessed with them he is. However, love is rooted in mutual care and support as well as having a deep connection with someone. Given how low Aspen's opinion of Crowe is during this ending (unlike the other two) and how Crowe doesn't respect their wishes right up to the end, this couldn't be further from the truth. Crowe is very perceptive, so he notices that Aspen wants to leave and wants nothing to do with him. If Aspen had stayed to talk, he would have probably drugged the tea just as he did with the granola bars, so as not to take any chances that Aspen could change their mind and want to leave. Crowe is an isolating and manipulative type of yandere, so even in the darkest route, he wouldn't recurr to physical violance but rather a lot of drugging and emotional manipulation. Kind of like a mad scientist! 🧑‍🔬 Thank you for the question, this was fun to answer! 🤗💕

[visd3stele]

DAY 1 - Exile

based on @lucienweekofficial 2023 prompt list

The ground splashed under his boots. It was a warm day, again. The sun shone, brightening the red curls of Lucien Vanserra, who walked aimlessly through the gardens of his new home.

Home. What a funny word. Lucien supposed the Spring Court was now his home, but the meaning behind it hanged loose in the air, not quite clicking into place.

It wasn't right. He should be grateful, relieved. Yet all he could feel was dread. Even the weather was off! A swift, warm rain blessed the evening the other night, marking the end of his seventh week in exile from Autumn Court. By morning the only trace of it was barried under sloppier than usual ground. The sunsets were late and slow and the mornings too colorful, light seeping through his room's thin, flowy curtains to shake him awake with no warning.

Lucien wasn't right. He knew he should be dead. The thick mists of Autumn mornings, the cold rains that brought forth rattling wind and the sweet smell of petrichor, the biting sun, the crisp leaves that fell into puddles on the side of forest roads... all of it would kill him if he ever returns. To miss it should be a sign of descent to madness. Tamlin shouldn't allow him strolling around unsupervised. Tamlin shouldn't allow him shelter at all.

He killed his own brother, watched another die. He killed Jes-

Lucien didn't deserve to even think her name.

Lcien Vanserra could never forgive the place he called hom his whole life for its cruelty. He knew he would never forgive his father. Yet he longed for a now lost home.

He never quite belonged the Autumn Court either. But it was familiar. There laid his roots and the wind that gave him wings to fly. There was his mother who gave him life and love and a sense of safety. Happiness. There were his brothers with whom he used to get along... until Beron's teachings pulled them apart like twigs burning to crisp inside roaring flames.

He missed it. The ease with which he smiled on his trips through the forests. Where he'd meet his people, earn their gratitude, respect, or affection. The warm food to relax his iced body. The wet air and rustling leaves, evenings fit for reading on a lit candle inside a tent of blankets in the peace of his bedroom.

Everything was so bright Spring. Lucien's brow's hurt from squinting so much. And there seem to never be a minute of real quite. Choirs of birds now filled his mornings, noons and evenings. And even though their songs were soothing, Luciem couldn't help but wish for a colder weather to shoo them away for at least five minutes. He was used to silence. He liked silence. So much noise spooked him out of his vest and knickers.

People here watched him oddly. Suspiciously. From the most beloved High Lord son, Lucien became the dangerous intruder. Tamlin's manor stuff avoided him still. Unsure of what to make of a male born to fire.

And Lucien too didn't know how to make of the tamer faes. Autumn is known for its wildness. All faeries born to its lands could cut through skin with their sharp tongues, end lives on a whim. Tricking seemed to be their nature. Spring was, though most deffinetely full of life, softer. Lucien didn't need to be on edge here, thinking several steps ahead each action he makes, word he says.

Spring was easy. Too easy. Nothing is supposed to be this easy. Not since his mate died – for Lucien would bet his life on the possibility of Jesminda being his mate. Not since he took a life, of his brother none the less. Not since he lost a mother, a family, a home...

Lucien circled the gardens in his walk, returning to the manor as the sun begin to set. It was late, later than it would have been hom– in the Autumn Court– under the same scenery. He wasted away the whole day, but here, this wouldn't be a problem. For nothing was expected of him. No one would give him any type of work, not even Tamlin, the High Lord. Lucien had nothing to do, other than walk and think and rot inside.

An ironic smirk bloomed on his face. Rot. The only thing he could bring from home.

[chaotic-multi-fandom]

I started young royals open to Marcus, determined not to hate on him just because he's a love interest than Whilhelm. I ended up hating him. Not because he ruined my ship or whatever the fuck, that boy was horrible and manipulative, and I'm actually so mad AND impressed at how WELL, they portrayed this kind of subtle manipulation with Marcus. He knew about everything Simon had gone through, he knew, it hadn't even been that long, and yet he very quickly approached Simon and flirted with him. At first I didn't necessarily see anything particularly wrong with this, but it did set me off slightly as it would be common sense to think that Simon probably needs space, and most importantly is in a *vulnerable* position.

However, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, he seemed sweet. But then, everything got worse, as soon as Simon told him he wasn't ready for anything sirious he said he "could wait" and that they'd "take it slow" 🚩🚩🚩🚩. NO. From the scenes with previous to this, and with the way he expresses his feelings to Marcus that he doesn't want a relationship at all rn, but with this subtle "comforting" that Marcus uses with Simon he still let's open the relationship, he's stopping Simon from ending the relationship and instead let's the door open just slightly. If he really liked Simon as much as he claimed to do, he wouldn't string him along in any type of situation where he might feel uncomfortable AND he wouldn't settle to have a type of relationship he doesn't want to, just like Simon didn't with Whilhelm when he realised he'd have to be a secret.

After that he continued to make insinuations (or directly saying) how much he likes Simon, such as when he says he only brings the dates "he really likes" to the spot he brings Simon too, only very shortly after Simon has expressed not being ready for a serious relationship, it's such a brilliant and subtle guilt tripping it grinds my teeth. Followed by the whole competition thing, in which he kisses Simon in front of the whole school.(which includes Whilhem)??? LIKE WHAT. SIMON LITERALLY JUST SAID THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAY HE WANTS, je doesn't want some big, committed public thing, yet Marcus does the opposite and you can TELL that Simon is uncomfortable in this. Yet, because Marcus went there to support him, he can't say anything.

I'm not even gonna talk much about the whole jealousy thing with Simon and Wilhelm and the ball. Simon never hid he had smth with Wilhelm and Marcus knew this, plus he knew all the drama that went around it, and yet he has the audacity to get annoyed when there's obvious tension or lingering feelings between Simon and Whilhelm. He makes Simon feel guilty for this, as if he were "playing" with Marcus' feelings, even though once again Simon was very clear about not wanting anything serious.

Finally when Simon fully breaks up with him (which he shouldn't have to do anyway, since they weren't supposed to be in an actual relationship, Marcus made him feel like he owed him this) as many manipulators tho Marcus snaps. He calls Simon all types of horrible shit, and worst of all, brings up his father (YIKES!!) a man that has traumatised Simon, and is a horribly sensitive thing in his life. He had no right. This was the moment of realisation for many people but their were so many other signs.

Anyway I'm aware a lot of this doesn't make sense, this a rant not an analysis or anything like that, it's me le letting out my frustration. Fuck Marcus

[fritextramole]

the devil divine

part 2 of a Blair Waldorf playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Get What 'Cha Got And Go ~ Loretta Lynn

You think you're the greatest thing in this whole town Oh number one but everyone no one can put you down Every night you go downtown where the go-go's go

Pink Shoe Laces ~ Dodie Stevens

He takes me deep-sea fishing in a submarine We got to drive-in movies in a limousine He's got a whirly-birdy and a twelve-foot yacht Ah, but that's-a not all he's got Ae's got tan shoes with pink shoelaces A polka dot vest and man, oh, man

Fever ~ Peggy Lee

When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight Fever! In the mornin', a-fever all through the night

Big Bad Handsome Man ~ Linda Carone

Got me where he wants me to be With his arms so wide, he pulls me in by his side He's the kind of guy that does it for me

Manhattan ~ BLOSSOM DEARIE

The great big city's a wondrous toy Made for a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle of joy

Idéalisation ~ Cosette

Je vais te faire araignéïser Pour que tu me prennes dans tes filets Je veux t'idéaliser ~ I will make you a spider So that you catch me in your web I want to idealize you

Treat Me Rough ~ Ella Fitzgerald

The cushy sheltered way of life was really no fun From now on, some manhandling must be done

I Belong To You ~ Caro Emerald

The afterglow that's down below Is when I see your smile And in your eyes, true love assigns Forever is a word that cries That I belong to you

Crazy He Calls Me ~ Billie Holiday

The difficult I'll do right now The impossible will take a little while I say I'll care forever And I mean forever

Tea For Two ~ BLOSSOM DEARIE

Just me for you And you for me alone Nobody near us To see us or hear us

You Belong To Me ~ Jo Stafford

Send me photographs and souvenirs Just remember When a dream appears You belong to me

Please Mr. Postman ~ The Marvelettes

I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman So patiently, for just a card, or just a letter Sayin' he's returnin' home to me

Washing Machine Heart ~ Mitski

Baby will you kiss me already and Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart? Baby, bang it up inside Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am

Jolene ~ Dolly Parton

You could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me

Comme moi ~ Édith Piaf

Peut-être bien encore qu'elle entendra plus fort Son cœur battre et qu'alors Comme moi Elle voudra crier en entendant Monter, un pas dans l'escalier Comme moi ~ Maybe she will hear louder Her heart beating, and then Like me She will want to scream when she hears Going up, a step on the stairs Like me

Darn That Dream ~ Doris Day

Just to change the mood I'm in I'd welcome a nice old nightmare Darn that dream and bless it too Without that dream I never would have you But it haunts me and it won't come true

Maybe I Know ~ Leslie Gore

"He really loves me", that's all I can say Before my tears fall, I just walk away

Graveyard ~ Halsey

You look at me With eyes so dark, don't know how you even see You push right through me

Little White Lies ~ Ella Fitzgerald

The devil was in your heart But heaven was in your eyes The night that you told me those little white lies Who wouldn't believe those lips Whoever could doubt those eyes

I Can’t Stay Mad at You ~ Skeeter Davis

You can run around You can tell me lies But there's nothing I can do I'll never say goodbye 'Cause I can't stay mad at you

Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool ~ Connie Francis

I told myself it's best that I forget you Though I'm a fool, at least I know the score Yet darlin', I'd be twice as blue without you It hurts, but I'd come running back for more

Boys Like You ~ dodie

You thought you could charm me And, damn it, you're right So watch me fall for every damn stereotype

Une chanson brisée ~ Cœur De Pirate

Mais qu'importe, tu m'aimes, oui Ça justifie tous tes oublis Mais qu'importe, le temps joue Une chanson sur mes plaies qui s'entrouvrent ~ But whatever, you love me, yes It justifies all your oversights But whatever, time plays A song about my open wounds

I Just Couldn’t Stand It No More ~ Dinah Washington

My heart is aching, My heart is aching He don't know how much it is a breaking I need somebody, yes I need somebody To take my love and help me to forget him...

I Guess I’ll Have To Change My Plans ~ Annie Ross, Gerry Mulligan Quartet

Before I knew where I was at I found myself upon the shelf, and that was that I tried to reach the moon but when I got there All that I could get was the air My feet are back upon the ground I've lost the one man I found,

Back To Black ~ Amy Winehouse

You went back to what you knew So far removed From all that we went through

Blue ~ Rebecca Black

Two years down the drain A whole life we had made It was ours for the taking

Une complainte dans le vent ~ Cœur De Pirate

Aux chaleurs oubliées À tes doigts longeant mes parures Tu m'aurais à l'usure Mais qu'importe les douleurs du présent Je ne suis plus la même, tu n'es plus un enfant ~ To forgotten warmth To your fingers along my finery You would wear me out But no matter the pains of the present I am no longer the same, you are no longer a child

You ~ The Pretty Reckless

I can't steal you, no Like you stole me

my tears ricochet ~ Taylor Swift

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day

Le monopole de la douleur ~ Cœur De Pirate

Tu n'entends plus rien Que je m'exprime tout haut, tu n'y vois qu'une maudite fin Et les lignes des épopées de nos nuits racontent leurs histoires Mais j'en ai marre qu'on broie du noir Tu penses que tu es le seul à souffrir Qu'importe que je saigne aussi ~ You don't hear anything anymore That I express myself aloud, you see only a cursed end And the lines of the epics of our nights tell their stories But I'm sick of us brooding You think you're the only one to suffer It doesn't matter that I bleed too

L’etang ~ BLOSSOM DEARIE

Là, le ciel, pour quelques instants Garde encore de l'or dans ses yeux Une étoile brille au fond de l'étang Pour les amoureux ~ There, the sky, for a few moments Still got gold in her eyes A star shines at the bottom of the pond For lovers

La Nuit N’en Finit Plus ~ Petula Clark

Je voudrais partir au hasard Partir au loin quitter mes souvenirs ~ I would like to leave randomly Go far away leave my memories

Hey There ~ Rosemary Clooney

Better forget him, him with his nose in the air He has you dancin on a string Break it and he won't care

Hard Feelings/Loveless ~ Lorde

I light all the candles Cut flowers for all my rooms I care for myself the way I used to care about you

Heartstrings ~ Leighton Meester

Had to save my own self from all your evil games

Happier Than Ever ~ Billie Eilish

You call me again, drunk in your Benz Driving home under the influence You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath

Cry Me A River ~ Julie London

Remember, I remember all that you said Told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now you say you love me Well, just to prove you do Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you

Gonna Get Along Without You Now ~ Skeeter Davis

Got along without you before I met you Gonna get along without you now Gonna find somebody who is twice as cute 'Cause I didn't want you anyhow

Kill My Boyfriend ~ Natalia Kills

And boy I'm so committed, I'm so deep, there's no more digging There's only one thing I can do to solve this mess, come on I gotta kill my boyfriend yeah...

Hermit the Frog ~ MARINA

Well, I, I wanna tell you a secret You can take your double standard love and keep it I can't help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed And I can't help he sometimes like to come And rest his little head

OKAY OKAY ~ Alessia Cara

My best friend said to me, "I know just what we need A song of yours that we could feel ourselves to" I said it'd be a test, 'cause you know I'm always stressed Come to think of it, I guess I've never cared to She said, "You won't know if you never commit" So here's me convincing myself I'm the shit