#together they can be chas height!!!!!!

[the-alan-price-combo]

Know Your Animal Heights!! 🐾

[blueicequeen19]

Walking Away

Warnings: rough unprotected sex, throat fucking

You angrily shoved him in the back as he started to walk away from you. This was not happening. He always walked away when things got hard. On the outside he was so bold and confident but on the inside.. he was scared. He was a runner. He didn’t trust anyone and always tried to leave before he was left.

"You're a fucking coward!" You shoved him again with a cry. Rafe spun, eyes ablaze as his hand wrapped around your throat and forced you down on the couch. You fought with everything you had but were quickly overpowered, pinned beneath his body.

"I'm doing this to protect you." Rafe hissed in your face, his teeth clenched.

"Bullshit! I'd be safer with you! If you're going to run then take me with you!" You pleaded, watching the war of emotions cross his beautiful face. He was struggling, that much was clear.

"I love you Rafe! We can figure the rest out!" You fisted his shirt, desperate to kiss him but he didn't budge, his hand still around your throat as he breathed through his nose.

"We can't if you're dead." Rafe growled but the hard exterior was cracking, his body shaking with restraint.

"Then let's go on the run. We can--." Rafe silenced you with a hard kiss, the urge to fight fading from you both as desire took over. His mouth was harsh against yours, his tongue dominating yours as he yanked you up on your knees in front of him on the cushions. Clothes were ripped off in a flurry of fabric and teeth. Your nails raked down his back when his hot mouth closed around your pert nipple, his hands gripping your ass hard. It wasn't enough. No time with him would ever be enough.

You yanked Rafe up by his hair, making him growl before claiming his mouth again as you palmed his hard cock. Precum was already smeared across your stomach as you made out. It was like you couldn't get close enough. There was so much fire in your veins and you couldn't control it as you bit his lip. Suddenly, Rafe gripped the back of your thighs to lift you on top of him as he sat back against the arm of the couch.

"Fuck me." You breathed, reaching down to position him at your entrance.

"Take it." Rafe's hands were tight on your hips as he watched you sink down on him. Your head fell back on a sigh as Rafe groaned, wasting no time before he began to move you. He was so deep. You could feel him everywhere. But you were still so angry with him. He tried to leave you. Anger washed over you again as you began to ride him hard, your nails biting into his shoulders as you lifted up only to slam back down, over and over.

"F-fuck." Rafe choked out a groan, his grip tight as you moved. You planted a foot on the floor, the other on the couch as you rode him faster. He wanted to leave. You couldn't let it go. He wanted to leave this.

"Baby." Rafe knocked your arms away as you drew blood on his shoulders.

"Shut up." You snarled, tightly gripping his throat with one hand while the other grabbed the back of the couch. Rafe's eyes widened in shock for a moment before they narrowed, a clear warning. He was going to leave. You squeezed harder, his face turning red even as his cock seemed to grow harder inside you as you bounced. Suddenly, Rafe was shoving you off him, your back hitting the couch cushions as he stood up to his full height.

"Is that what this is? You mad?" Rafe snatched you up by your hair, flipping you around and making you bend over the arm of the couch so your head hung over. You heard him spit then his cock was at your entrance.

"Fuck you." You snapped, biting back a moan as he entered you from behind. His hips snapped forward over and over again, your anger and control slipping as he fucked you like a mad man.

"You think you're in control here?" Rafe growled, his hand tightening in the back of your hair as he held you down. Your body shook as you tried to fight off the impending orgasm. You refused to touch your clit as you squeezed your legs together tightly.

"I'm in fucking charge." Rafe pounded into you, his cock so deep that it hurt but you welcomed the pain. That meant he was still here. But you wouldn't cum for him. Not yet.

"I hate you." You whimpered, attempting to pull your hips away only for him to drag them back as he laughed. Rafe stopped abruptly, long enough to manhandle you onto his lap as he sat on the couch to pin your back to his chest as he slipped back inside.

"Do you? Feels like you like me pretty well." Rafe taunted in your ear, his hand clamped around your throat as he thrust up into you, the slap of his balls evident. His free hand found your clit before you could respond, making your body lock up as the spark of pleasure shot through you. You wouldn't be able to stop it.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? I know you want to. Fight it all you want but you’ll cum on my cock whether you want to or not.” Rafe warned in your ear, his cock hammering into your soaked pussy as he rubbed and slapped your clit.

“N-no.” You choked out, clawing at his hands as you tried to clamp your legs shut but it was no use.

“This is my fucking pussy and if I say cum then you better fucking cum.” The hand on your throat tightened, your vision getting spotty just as your climax hit. You couldn’t hear or see anything as you screamed, his pace not faltering even when you both got soaked. Rafe just chuckled darkly before loosening his hold on your throat.

“That’s my girl. Make a mess for me.” You tried to pull his hand off your clit but he refused, fucking you into another blinding release. By the time you came back down, you were boneless and exhausted, the pleasure borderline painful.

“R-Rafe.” You pleaded, arching your back off his sweaty chest.

“I want your mouth.” It’s the only warning you get before he standing, dropping you back down on the couch and straddling your chest. His cock was down your throat before your next breath, like its only use was for his pleasure.

“Yes. Yes. Just like that.” Rafe groaned, thrusting hard and pulling you by the hair into every push of his cock.

“Come on you filthy slut, suck it.” You hummed around his length, making him moan loud and long before suddenly erupting down your throat. You swallowed just as he pulled out, making his cum spill down your chin and base of your throat. Rafe moved down your body so he could admire you, his gaze proud and loving. You licked your lips just as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You’re staying.” You whispered against his mouth, still tasting him on your tongue.

“I’m staying.” Rafe murmured before deepening the kiss.

[blerb-f1]

"Lost" - Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Charles celebrates too hard and gets lost. More news at 6

Find more on my masterlist!

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“Sir?”

“Sir!”

“Wah?”

Charles awoke as he felt his shoulder getting ruffled, eyes dry and hurting. His throat was dry.

“Sir, please get up. This train is finished cleaning, you have to leave”

‘Train?’, he wondered in confusion. Hadn't he just been celebrating his win in Monaco? He took a look at the person shaking him. She was a train attendant, pretty looking he might add. Her uniform was not flattering the least. A light blue t-shirt with a dark blue vest thrown over it. Her accent was german. He attempted to get out of his seat but stumbled, bad leg control.

She supported his shoulder. 

“Where am I?”

“Far off from any kind of civilisation you'd normally travel to, based on that watch on your arm” the attended reported. “The middle of nowhere, in Germany.”

Charles held his head. “I don't remember getting on this train at all.”

She looked at him with a lifted eyebrow. “Well, you had all the necessary tickets for your journey. Must have gotten them from somewhere.”

Together they walked outside of the train. The train station was small, one white painted building. Only two tracks, lot's off trees.

“Have you got anywhere to go to?”

Charles looked at her, thinking. Fumbling around his pocket resulted in nothing, his phone and wallet were gone. Shit.

“Apparently not. Let's just get going. You can stay the night with me, I've got space.”

“Can't I just take this train back to where I'm from?” Charles asked her in desperation.

“Good Joke, truly. This train runs every two hours during the day. And then you'd have to take more trains, none of which usually run in the night as well. Also, I've had a long day of work. I'm really, really beat up.”

Charles sighed. ‘What did I just get myself into? The people saying to not mix uppers and downers were right…’

She led him to her Car, a little silver Hyundai. Throwing her backpack in and settling into the driver's seat, she sighed in relief. “Finally done.”

“Done?”

“I've got the weekend off. Your arrival kinda ruined it but we gotta take the things as they come. I'm Y/N L/N. You?”

“Charles Leclerc”

“That sounds French”

“Monegasque”

“What? I don't know that word”

“I'm from Monaco!”

She looked at him in surprise.  “Now you're pulling my leg. You got here from MONACO? You must have taken like 10+ trains!”

“Urgs, not so loud. My head hurts”

“God.” She groaned as she inserted the car key, starting the little engine. “Move your hand”

“Huh?”

“Either you move your hand or you loosen the handbrake. I can't get it with you spreading over there”

Charles quickly lifted his arms in the air. “Isn't it Electric?”

She just looked at him exasperated. “Do I look like I'm shitting money? I can't afford a car that new. Unless you'd wanna pay one Mr. Money Bag over there.”

“Oi, that's rude”

“You're from Monaco, don't y'all bath in money and champagne? Now, let's just get going.”

The car ride was silent with Charles looking out of the windows. This really was the countryside. Trees, fields, cows and horses. Lots of half-timbered houses.

After half an hour of journey, with them passing over roads he'd never even classify as those, considering the many holes and breaks they finally reached a large property. A large half timbered house with a similar looking barn and a long building houses garages presented itself to him. She parked the Hyundai in one of the Garages, the smaller one to be exact, and stepped outside.

Charles followed her as she unlocked the front door, revealing a house with small-ish rooms with low height walls painted weight. The most color each room spotted was oak- all the furniture and floor were oak. He had never been in a house like this before.

“Stair up, the left room is the bathroom. Soap's there, go shower. I'll put clean clothes and towels in front of the door for you.”

“Shower?” 

“Sorry …Charlie. You stink. Long journey and all”

“Ah, I'm so sorry! I'll go shower immediately!”

Charles stepped into the bathroom, throwing his clothes on the ground. The second they left his body he noticed the less than stellar stench of sweat, alcohol and weed stuck on them. The water hitting his skin felt heavenly, scrubbing off layers of grime and dirt he never thought could amass so quickly. The water was different, as well. It didn't smell of chlorine as much, more like iron instead. Nonetheless, only after the shower did he realize what a stinky guy he had become. The clothes laid in front of the door were oversized on him. Some red, used polo shirt and cargo pants with frayed edges awaited him. Downstairs in the Kitchen, Y/N had changed into casual wear, foot already served on the table. Charles settled into the chair, staring at the provided meal. “What, you’re not hungry?” she asked him, tauntingly. “I don’t know how to eat this” he had to state.

“Look”, she said. The table was covered in two plates, each having a solid kind of bun laid on it and a pot with sausages swimming around. She took her knife, cutting a slit into the Bun. “Take the Brötchen-”, she then grabbed a fork and fished out a sausage, putting it into the ‘Brötchen’, “then put the sausage in there. "That's it.”

“Nothing else?” Charles asked, pretty confused.

“Yeah, simple meal you know. "Nothing fancy.”

“Hm.”

They ate silently, with Charles being confused at how hard that Brötchen was. He slept in the living room that night. The house didn’t have blinds but there were no street lights to keep him awake. Instead pure silence, something he never encountered anywhere. It was almost blissful - until the sun woke him up at 6AM and the birds were singing really loudly. He heard a loud mechanical noise and a cupboard clinking, then Y/N appeared in the doorway, offering a mug. “Coffee.”

The cup of coffee was hot, very nice.

“We’ll go to the electronics store to get you a phone, so that you can get your stuff in order. I can’t get you onto a plane without documents.”

“Aight.”

“Are we there soon?”

“Sorry mate, nothing’s close by.”

Driving to the electronic store took over half an hour and as they finally arrived, no grand palace was awaiting him. It was a dinky old little store, the bottom floor housing washing machines, fridges and vacuums. The upstairs was mostly TVs and DVDs, the phones tucked into the corner. Charles approached the few iPhones they had there, playing around with them.

“Dude, pick something cheaper”

"Why?" I’d just buy something that lasts.”

Y/N looked at him in annoyance. “I don’t know when you’ll be able to pay me back. That stupid phone is like a third of my monthly income. I can’t afford that.”

“A third?”, he asked in shock.

“Yeah, train attendants don’t earn much. Tickets want to be cheap right? Also…” she added. “We gotta get you a limited plan. Since you don’t have an ID, I have to be the owner. We should get a monthly one so that i can cancel it later.”

He simply agreed, settling on one heck of a cheap phone.

“Finally.” he sighed, installing his social media apps and creating a new WhatsApp profile. Contact to the outside world could be established.

“I need to call my team.”

“Please do, i bet they’re worried sick”

Charles leaned against the door as Y/N settled inside, as he heard the familiar call beep. Then, a voice he hadn’t heard in a while returned from the speaker.

“Who’s there?”, asked his friend, Andrea Ferrari.

“It’s me, Charles!”

"Charles?!" Where the fuck have you been ? We were so worried about you!”

“So fun story, i apparently took multiple trains and am now somewhere randomly in Germany. And I lost my wallet along with my phone.”

“Somewhere in Germany and no identification… Can you rent a car?”

“No, since I obviously have no ID, right?”

"Ah, shit. How’d you get a phone?”

“A train attendant took me in and bought it, but she can’t really afford more than that.”

Andrea seemed to think for a moment. “What if we send her money and she drives you back?”

“That sounds like a moronic, stupid journey…”

Shortly afterwards, Y/N made large eyes as insane amounts of cash appeared on her bank account. She didn’t believe that Charles actually was rich, especially not that he was an F1 Driver. For Ferrari as well! The Michael Schumacher Ferrari! She was quick to convince however, as a paid vacation like that sounded like a nice idea. They headed to the car dealership which also rented cars.

“Hyundai, again?” Charles complained.

Y/N just stared at him. “I know a guy there, the only spot where they won’t scam you.”

She had picked a car that looked quite similar to hers, just a bit longer with more horsepower. “I don’t like driving big cars. Want some power for the Autobahn though.” Charles whined in Response:” Can’t I drive? Pretty please? I haven't driven a car in a while~”

“Do you currently have a physical license?”

“No”

“Then shut up. I'd lose my license if we were to get caught. My car takes me to work, no options without”

He wanted to pout in response but that had quickly become not an option. The drive was sheer madness. Y/N was running on hopes and energy drinks, pushing the little car to its limit. Charles was gripping every piece of interieur he physically could as she drove at max speed for every stretch she could. Google had estimated the journey to take 13 hours, she shaved off 2 of them. He made a note of never saying that women were the calmer drivers. Blasting loud techno music that turned into a monotonous drone combined with the engine screaming as German countryside flew past him, only interrupted by gas station breaks.

Sweet, sweet silence they proved to be. A heaven of calm, shoved tightly between what most likely was an out-of-body experience.

Then, silence, white doves and heavenly goodness stopped: the return of techno. Y/N throwing the Car around Italy’s shit roads, ignoring all laws of traffic ever created. One goal in Mind: Maranello.

With the crack of dawn and the first worker’s arriving to open the doors, they saw something they had never seen in their long career. A crazed car coming to a full stop, brakes glowing hot directly in front of them. Passenger side flung open and their golden treasure stepping out. Il Predestino had returned, he had risen from the dead. 

And was vomiting against a tree.

“Aren’t you F1 Drivers supposed to be tough or something?”

Charles tiredly leaned against said tree, face free of blood. “We’re tough but not tough like that. I can survive a long ass GP but not 11 hours of insanity”

The crazed driver laughed, her whole body shaking. She approached him, forcefully shaking his hand. “It was nice to get to know you, big boy. I want to go to sleep now, hit me up if you want to visit Germany again.” Y/N shoved a slip of paper between his tightly pressed fingers and walked off as an employee showed her the way. She was to stay somewhere close by as some NDAstuff needed to be handled now.

On the other side, more people were approaching. Charles' friends, the team and the media. Maybe Germany was actually a nice spot to vacation in. Without all the circus going on here. When was the winter break again?

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I pinky promise that i WILL continue this since i wrote it for my friend acexf1 over on YouTube. It's more set-up than anything rn. My other stuff is also getting continuations now!

[siphoklansan]

HEYHEY SIPPY!!! For the ask game, I hope you don't mind me asking for... kind of a lot because I'm really curious jskdkfs but you can cut some out if want to, dw!

🌹♥️♠️⚗️📚🏆 for Siphok and 🌟🤖 for Pin-cha?

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ᝰ.ᐟ

sippy and riddle are friends! both of them have one thing in common: a stickler for rules. the only difference is that sippy doesn’t follow crazy rules (ex. heartslabyul’s strange traditions!)

fun fact: they both hated each other before the end of book 1 because:

⤷ sippy likes to voice out her opinions, so she gets into a yelling match from time to time with riddle when she disagrees with his behavior. ( “IT’S JUST A TART, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” 💀 /j but yeah something like that-)

⤷ riddle hates how she doesn’t give two shits about his rule. ( “Nuh-uh.” “What do you mean “Nuh-Uh” ?!?”) and she also defends adeuce when they break the rules, much to their surprise.

at the end of book 1 they both had a truce and became some sort of buddies to each other! they both share an interest in small critters <3

ACE TRAPPOLA & DEUCE SPADE ᝰ.ᐟ

besties for life (adeuce will not admit it) they always go everywhere with each other and grim!

sippy is #1 deuce defender because she kins him😭 so ace rarely wins and argument when she’s around. sippy tutors deuce for history class (more on this later!) and deuce returns the favor by helping her fix things around ramshackle <3

like deuce, sippy bickers a lot with ace but it’s all fun and games. she’s like a tired mom with him (begrudgingly watches his basketball matches because ace insists on it so much, secretly doesn’t mind and enjoys it lmao-). I lowkey see ace as a therapist friend for some reason since he’s usually the voice of reason so she goes to him for advice sometimes! Only for certain occasions though cuz we know how ace is💀 /hj

DIVUS CREWEL ᝰ.ᐟ

#1 dad for sippy. they both go on shopping sprees together (crewel insists on it, because sippy wears the same outfit everyday and it irks him 💀). sippy isn’t the best at potions class so he tutors her privately at times!

crewel designs outfits for sippy sometimes! in the ghost bride event, her suit was tailored to her by crewel.

a short angst scenario for them would be sippy feels bad to see him as a dad because she doesn’t know if crewel sees her as a daughter but he actually feels the same😔.

other than that, sippy got a little more strict because she picked up some habits from crewel (much to adeuce’s dismay😭).

MOZUS TREIN (doesn’t look like him, i know) ᝰ.ᐟ

that one proud grand-uncle (?) TM /j

sippy is likes history classes, so it’s like a breath of fresh air for him in class (“Finally, someone who does not snore every 2 minutes.” /j)

not much to comment on them, but one thing trein dislikes about sippy is that she covers for students who are slacking off in class ( ex. covering grim’s sleeping form with a book) and he’s just like -_- but trein counters that by deducting both her and the other student (who’s mostly grim) participation points💀

ASHTON VARGAS ᝰ.ᐟ

that one crazy and upbeat uncle at family gatherings TM 💀 /j

while sippy is good in athletics, she doesn’t do very well in flying due to a small fear of heights.

⤷ “THE BROOM IS TOO THIN IT CAN’T CARRY MY FATASS!” “LANGUAGE! But no, it *can* hold your weight.”

sippy dreads vargas’s class because he pushes her more than anyone else.

⤷ “lift some more weights! your arms are like noodles!” vargas says, as he dumps some more shit into her arms-

KALIM AL ASIM ᝰ.ᐟ

pin-cha and kalim is like the worst nightmare for jamil, who’s already acting like a single mom who works two jobs who loves her kids and never stops-

yes, they go on carpet rides together🥺💓 pin-cha reminds kalim of one of his siblings back at home so they hit it off pretty well!

jamil is a little weirded out how well pin-cha is good at household chores but is also secretly relieved (and concerned) how pin-cha is babysitting kalim and not the other way around /hj

CHEKA KINGSCHOLAR ᝰ.ᐟ (NOT A SHIP ART!!)

RRAAAGHSGSHHSHGSHSG FINALLY SOMEONE MENTIONS CHEKAAAAA!! THEY’RE BESTFRIENDS, YOUR HONOR😭✨

cue leona thanking the gods for giving cheka someone to play with so he can finally nap in peace LMAO

cheka drags pin-cha away from his cleaning duties in rsa! the headmage of rsa adores them both (happy grandpa noises) <3

cheka enjoys when pin-cha shows his unique magic, summoning little spirits around to play with them. it’s like having extra friends to play!

yes, they both call leona “unca”💀 leona had to call sippy over to help him babysit them both (an excuse to be with her I MEAN WHAAATTT⁉️ I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING-)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK, TARU!!💖💖 SO SORRY FOR THE LATE AND VERY LONG REPLY😭🙏 I had a lot of fun with this ask though I can’t find the link to the OG post anymore :((

I swear this whole post looks like some character who is liked by everybody but I promise you it’s not the case😭 she just has a good impression on the professors AHUSHSUGSYSI BUT ANYWAY I’ll list some characters who doesn’t like sippy (but i’ll leave the reasoning out for now👀)

⤷ ruggie

⤷ sebek

⤷ idia

⤷ jamil (kinda like a hate-neutral relationship?)

With that said, thank you again for the ask!!🥺💖🫶🫶

[toasttt11]

never grow up; lando norris, jack hughes

summary: memories of estella leclerc

estelle leclerc x lando norris, estelle leclerc x jack hughes

tag list: @chelawrites @faithm120601

estelle soleil leclerc the only leclerc sister, the older twin sister of arthur leclerc, a formula one driver for red bull racing, being the youngest world champion and only female to win a f1 race as well as a championship, an ambassador for nike and louis vuitton, the youngest face ever on a vogue front cover and to date the most vogue covers belong to her.

name: estelle soleil leclerc

birthday: october 13, 2000

age: 22

height: 5”6

racing career:

karting 2008-2014

ferrari driver academy 2013-2018

formula four- 2015-2016

formula three- 2017

formula two- 2018

formula one-2019

red bull racing- 2019-2023

championship win 2019, 2021

vogue partnership started 2009

sponsors-nike, lululemon, apple, louis vuitton

siblings- lorenzo tolotta-leclerc, charles leclerc, arthur leclerc

godfather- jules bianchi

love interests- lando norris, jack hughes

May 22, 2008

Estelle walked around with her sage green helmet in hand and her overalls on seeing all the other kids around her age and seeing no girls just boys, it started a fire in her to prove everyone wrong and show girls can kart too, she lost her younger twin brother who was with their parents.

All of sudden a boy with brown hair tripped in front of her and another boy running behind him with black curls on his head, the boy who fell lifted his head seeing a girl with perfect chestnut brown curls and sparkling hazel green eyes, she raised a brow with a hint of a smile gracing her face as she reached down a hand for the boy, he grabbed scrambling up, “T-thanks i’m Lando.” He grinned with all his teeth, a gap between his front two teeth, he pointed towards his best friend Max, “And this is Max.” Max waved with a smile.

“I’m Estelle.” She smiled her french accent coming out before the boys could reply they heard a voice shout and a boy come running towards them.

“Essie!” Arthur shouted running over to his twin taking her hand and starting to pull her back to their parents, she turned around waving bye at the two, not knowing in the future they would become best friends.

“Who were they?” Arthur questioned in french.

“Their names are Lando and Max.” She responded back in french, before they got to their parents and older brothers.

“Oh there you are darling we were looking for you.” Pascale grinned seeing her twins, looking happier knowing her daughter was fine but she usually tends to wonder off.

“Je suis désolé Maman.” Estelle apologized knowing her mother is protective of her, Her mother dismissed her apology with a fond smile.

Estelle was suddenly picked off from behind and tossed over someone shoulder who was spinning her around, she giggled knowing exactly who it was, “Pear stop it!” She giggled as she got gently set down looking up seeing Pierre Gasly, her brothers best friend and a family friend, basically her fourth brother.

“Sorry petite étoile.” Pierre cheekily grinned calling her little star, as he has since she was born.

“No you’re not.” Estelle sassed back cocking an eyebrow and a hand on her hip.

“Someone’s sassy today.” Chalres fond voice came by her ear as he leaned kissing her cheek twice.

“Hi cha.” She smiled sweetly kissing his cheek back.

“You excited for your first race.” Charles looked between his little twin siblings, getting two identical nods in return, “Good you’re both going to do great!” He kisses both their heads.

“Duh! We’re Leclerc’s!” Estelle sassed with a smile, as Arthur nodded along with her, Charles fondly laughed, Pierre smiled down at the twins. Herve and Pascale shared a fond look glad their family is so close with each other.

January 4, 2010

Estelle walked into her house her foot shutting the door behind her as she held the handful of mail she got from the mail box for her parents, she knew her family were waiting for her so they could eat lunch together, she walked towards the kitchen entering it when she saw the magazine, she squealed jumping up and down as the other mail dropped on the ground, her whole family looked up seeing her squealing jumping, as her perfect chestnut brown curls bounced with her around her pink headband on her head.

“What is it darling?” Pascale looked up from the kitchen island, Herve looked up from his newspaper as well.

“Maman Papa it came.” She grinned her beautiful bright smile turning the magazine towards them, revealing her face on the cover of vogue becoming the youngest ever to do so.

“Oh petit soleil that’s wonderful.” Herve grinned proudly of his daughter who is already accomplishing so much and he couldn’t wait to see her continue to do so, he wrapped his arm around her pressing kisses on her head.

“Mon cheri!” Pascale gasped looking at the cover as her filled with fresh wet tears, she scooped her only daughter in her arms rocking them back and forth, “I am so proud of you my darling.”

Estelle giggled happily just as Chalres stood up and picked her up spinning her around making her giggles fill the room.

“That’s so cool petite soeur!” Charles grinned setting his favorite sibling down gently.

“Merci Cha!” She grinned up at him, before getting pushed back as Arthur tackled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around his twin tightly, “Congrats mon jumeau!” She giggled kissing his cheek.

Lorenzo walked over gently hugging his little sister tightly and kissing her forehead.

Jules stood grinning proudly at his goddaughter, he scooped her up spinning her around making her laugh, “Ah ma belle, i’m so proud.” He pressed kisses to top of her head making her giggle.

“Merci juju!” Estrelle grinned at her godfather.

“I think this calls for chocolate cake to celebrate.” Pascale smiled watching her twins heads snap towards her in unison.

“CHOCOLATE CAKE!” Estelle and Arthur gasped in unison, their favorite food, dessert, anything to do with food is chocolate desserts especially their mothers chocolate cake.

“Please Maman!” The twins sent their identical puppy dog eyes towards their mother.

“Of course my darlings.” Pascale fondly smiled kissing both of their cheeks.

April 20, 2015

Estelle a year ago joined the Ferrari Academy and had started driving with Prema this season in formula 4, with her teammates Zhou Guanyu and Ralf Aron, she currently dominating all the rookies in the series and putting up a good fight with the rest of the grid, the team thinking the next year will be more her year.

Estelle has becoming more familiar with the Prema team as her brother is also apart of the team and her godfather was also once a part of the Prema team, so she’s began to find a family there but more so with the ferrari academy.

She accepted to go with Angelina Ertsou, one of the more important and influential people in the series’s before formula one and someone who’s has began to care lots for the young girl who’s very determined to prove herself.

Angelina has been going to different karting races when she has the chance to look for upcoming talents and kids Prema may want to have on their teams and where they would recommend them to sign to a junior team. Also seeing kids who they have to talked to already who they know they want to have in the future.

Estelle eye was caught of on the kart with number 8, happening to watch the person driving with her number, who was leading the race almost the entire time until the last lap when someone behind the kart clipped it and number eight was pushed off the trac as the back of the kart was ripped off, and Estelle couldn’t help but frown seeing the kids race be ruined because of someone behind him knowing how much that’s sucks. She watched the race finished and saw the kid who clipped the kart being happy and arrogant with his win.

Estelle saw the kid in number 8 take the helmet off showing a younger boy with light brown hair, she could she the way he frowned and walked off towards one of sides of a building, she kept that in mind when she felt Angelina tap her arm to get up and walk to set a of parents that Angelina have talked to before.

“David! Terri!” Angelina smiled as she walked over the two but she could feel her face slip into concern as she saw them turn around and both looking distressed, “Is everything alright?”

“Our son we turned to see the end of the race and when we turned back he was out of his kart and gone.” Terri hurriedly explained looking worried not wanting to move knowing their son saw them their last.

Estelle couldn’t help but frown thinking of a boy that she saw walk away, “Was his number eight by chance.”

The parents turned slightly noticing the younger girl who’s face was covered in freckles and had beautiful green hazel eyes, her chestnut brown hair was in high ponytail spilt into two braids, a green quarter zip jacket with a black puffer vest over it, black leggings, and black leather boots.

“He is, did you see him?” David looked concerned as he hoped for good answer from the young girl.

“I think so i can go bring him back if you would like?” Estelle kindly offered having a feeling they woundnt want to leave as she saw they also have two younger children as well.

The parents both breathes a sigh of relief thanking the girl profusely who waved it off with a kind smile excusing herself walking over to building seeing a young boy sitting against the wall crying.

Estelle sat down slowly next to him not wanting to frighten him, “You know when i got clipped out i cried for a long while.”

The young boys head lifted up seeing someone sitting next to him with a kind smile towards him, He sniffed whipping his face, “Did you ever get over it?” He knew this was only his second year in karting but he wanted to prove himself so hard and that was difficult when his race was ruined with something out of his control.

Estelle gently scoffed, “Not for a long while. I cried for so long, i think my eyes were permanently red for a long while!” The boy smiled slightly making Estelle happy she is making him feel a bit better.

“But what i did learn later on was that to be a great driver you have to bad races and make mistakes because that’s how you get better. It’s okay to have a bad race or for it end with something out of your control but if you gave it your all then that’s all that matter. We are human and at the end of the day we aren’t perfect. So losing is okay even though it doesn’t always feel the best.” Estelle gave the advice she wished she knew when she had bad race days and would beat herself up for along time, something she still try’s not to do anymore.

The boy slowly nodded listening intently to the older girl, he didn’t feel completely better but he did feel a lot better than he did a few minutes ago, “Thank you.” Before his eyes opened wider sheepishly realizing he doesn’t know her name yet, “I’m Ollie, Ollie Bearman.”

Estelle smiled at the younger boy watching him put his hand out for a handshake, she gently took his hand shaking it, “Hello Ollie, i’m Estelle Leclerc.”

Ollie gasped in recognition, “Your the only girl driver in F4!” Ollie smiled having been rooting for her since he started watching the series.

Estelle smiled and nodded, “I am, but we do need to get you back to your parents buddy they’re looking for you.” She stood up brushing herself off holding a hand down for Ollie who gently took and stood and when Estelle was going to take her hand away Ollie just tightens his grip on her hand, Estelle just smiled at the young boy and walked over to where his parents were, seeing Angelina talk with another set of parents in the distance.

She watched the two parents both gasp in relief hugging their son tightly who was apologizing realizing he scared them.

Terri and David pulled back from their son looking at the young girl who found him, “Thank you so much.” Terri smiled in thankfulness at Estelle.

Estelle just smiled, “It’s not a problem.

“Where are my manners, I’m Terri Bearman and this is my husband David.” Terri smiled holding her hand out to Estelle who smiled seeing where Ollie got it from.

“I’m Estelle Leclerc.” Estelle politely smiled shaking Terri’s hand.

Angelina finshed talking with the other parents she had to talk to walking over seeing Estelle had found Ollie.

Angelina was talking with David and Teri, as Ollie walked around them and stood with Estelle who kneeled down to be level with him as she talked to Ollie.

The conversation with the three of them was at the end when they heard two loud laughs they looked over seeing Estelle and Ollie both laughing hard, and Ollie was naturally leaning on the older girl, who was about five years older then him.

“Ollie doesn’t usually get comfortable with people that fast.” Terri smiled seeing her son laugh and be comfortable with another person.

Angeline fondly smiled, “It’s Estelle, she has that effect of people.”

“We can see that.” David smiled seeing the two both talk so animated with each other and he had a feeling this would not be the last time they saw Estelle.

“I’ll see you again right?” Ollie looked hopeful as he looked at her.

“Promise buddy.” Estelle gave his hair a ruffle having a feeling Ollie will be joining Prema sooner than later.

The Bearmans watched the two walk away, “We’ll see Estelle again won’t we?” Ollie looked at his parents in hopefulness.

Terri brushed his hair smiling at her son, “You really like don’t you?”

Ollie rapidly nodded, “She’s awesome!”

The parents shared a look figuring they could ask Angelina a way to have Estelle be able to talk to Ollie.

What they all didn’t know what that it was the beginning of a amazing friendship and mentorship between the two racers.

July 21, 2015

The air just felt bare, silent, stoic. Estelle didn’t know but it just felt wrong knowing there would never be a time to make new memories with Jules again, never a time to go to a baseball game with him again, never a time to get a hug from him again, never a time to have sleepovers at his house for godfather-goddaughter days again. She knew there was never going to be a day she didn’t miss him.

Jules has been there for everything, he’s been there for her whole life, most of every family memories include Jules, he’s family he always will be.

Estelle couldn’t help but think that Jules would be lonely wherever he’s ended up and she hoped she’s wrong she couldn’t live with herself if she knew Jules was alone and without any family and friends.

Estelle leaned against the outside of church after his funeral, not even knowing how it already ended, she was trying not sob the entire funeral as she helped her two brothers hands.

She felt someone sit next to her and a hand intertwines with hers and head lean on her shoulder, she knew it was her younger twin brother, who was hurting as much as her.

“You’re not dying without me.” Arthur’s voice was raspy from not talking for awhile.

Estelle knew what he meant, they all could see Lorenzo become broken without his best friend and she knew exactly what Arthur meant. She looked over seeing the dry tear marks on his cheeks kissing the top of his head before leaning her head on his, “Never Arty, Never.” She knew it would destroy then if the one of them died before the other. She didn’t want to live in a world without her other half, a feeling she knew was mutual.

Charles walked out of the church looking to the side seeing his younger siblings curled up together, Arthur his eyes were red from crying and cheeks cried with tears, but Estelle’s face was blank but her eyes were what showed all the pain, the beautiful sparkle in her eye gone, he hoped he never had to see that look on her again.

Charles walked over sitting next to Estelle taking her other hand kissing her head letting her lean on his shoulder he wrapped one arm around both of his twins and his other holding Estelle’s hand.

The siblings sat for the rest the time in silence, cuddled up with each other for the rest of the funeral.

June 20, 2017

A seventeen year old Estrelle who looked heartbroken as she stood in the doorway to her fathers hospital room, she knew this was goodbye and the last time she could ever speak to her papa again, her mother gently touched her shoulder giving her a sad but encouraging look as she is the last one of her siblings to say her goodbyes.

She told a deep breath slowly walking in seeing the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, she scooted the chair closer to his bed sitting down holding her fathers hand resting it against her lips kissing the back of her Papa’s hand.

Herve eyes weakly fluttered open looking to his right seeing his beautiful little princess who isn’t so small anymore and knew this was the last time they would see each other, his other hand weakly tried to get to his oxygen mask to speak, Estelle quickly helped him slip it off slighty.

“I’m so proud of you petit soleil.” He weakly croaked out his hand tightening around hers.

She shallowed before before she spoke, “I got into formula one papa, i’ll make you proud i promise.” She knew she lied as she just got accepted into formula two after winning the formula three championship this season, but she knew it’s always been her fathers dream to see her get into formula one and he’s been her biggest supporter and if she has to lie to make him happy, it’s fine by her. It just means she needs to make sure she gets into formula one after the next season.

Herve eyes lights up with happiness and proudness, tears filled his eyes as his hand weakly reached for the back of her head pulling her closer as he kissed her forehead, “Je t'aime petit soleil.”

“moi aussi, je t'aime papa.” Estelle mumbled back telling her father she loved him for the last time trying to hold her tears from falling, she felt the hand of her mother on her shoulder she gently pulled back from her papa looking at his face once more, the twos eyes connecting saying everything that was not said out-loud, she turned around holding a hand over moth to hold back her sobs as she walked into the hallway where her brothers were waiting, her twin who was crying into Lorenzo’s shoulder and Charles who was staring into the distance.

Estella sluggishly walked towards Chalres sitting next to him, “I lied i told papa i got into F1.”

Charles blinked hearing his sisters voice he reached his hand over holding hers, “I told papa i got into Ferrari.”

“Then we have to do that.” Estella declared making sure the last thing she told her Papa will come true.

“We will.” Charles leaned his head onto top of her head as they listen to the sound of their father’s heart monitor stop, both of their identical eyes losing its sparkle, again.

December 17, 2018

Estelle who just turned eighteen a few months ago finally has got the time to see the penthouse she bought the day she turned eighteen.

She picked her favorite place New York. Jules took her many times when she was younger, they would take a trip together, sightseeing around New York, going to see a yankees game and ever since the first time Estelle loves New York, and has been yankees fan since.

She’s wanted to have a place in New York since she could remember and the day she turned old enough she signed the papers.

Estella knows starting in Formula one in a few months she won’t get as much time as she will like to come visit but it will be nice to have a place where she can go and relax and just be herself even if it’s for a few days, she is also close to the yankees stadium and she close to Vogue headquarters which is where she has to go to a lot anyways.

She bought a penthouse that has two stories and a loft in it, The view of the city is beautiful and almost all the windows are from the floor to ceilings, the whole bottom floor is very open and feels spacious. A lot of metal and glass around the whole penthouse, very open floor plan on the bottom floor, her kitchen is very open with a large island, four guest bedrooms and her master bedroom, a huge bookcase that’s she already planning to fill with many books, a office that has the perfect view of the city, and her own at home gym, her bathroom has a huge bathtub perfect for relaxing where she can see the city from the bathtub, both stories have a balcony that wrap around the outside of the building and she has to have her key or a code to get to her floor from the elevator which is good for safety, and there is security in the apartment building twenty four seven.

She unlocked her beautiful door walking into the home that’s fully furnished alreadly and she already felt at peace.

She walked across the center of the room towards the other side that’s filled with large window loving the view she has of New York City.

Estelle turned her head taking everything in she walked down the hallway to the right of the front door that she knows is her side, she opened the door to her bedroom locking the open and simply look, she walked across towards her closet, that she already loves as it has so much room for close, Estelle always has to much clothing and she knew it would not be difficult for her to fill it fast.

Estelle turned to the other side of her room that had the bathroom door reaviling her beauty of a bathroom, a huge glass shower with a rain shower head, a giant bathtub by the windows, two matching sinks with large mirrors, and a vanity with a stool and mirror on the other side, she closed the door walking out of the room back to hallway passing the front door again heading up the first flight of stairs where she knows is her gym and all of her guest bedrooms, she walked towards the next set of stairs that leads to her loft is what she picked for her office.

Estelle walked towards the desk sitting in the chair looking out the window and smiled she got her dream house. A place she can choose to call home.

Having a hard time call Monaco home after her Father and Jules death.

September 8, 2019

“MERCEDES THREW EVERYTHING AT THEM TODAY, CHARLES LECLERC COPED BRILLIANTLY. HE WON IN SPA, HE WINS IN MONZA. ESTELLE LECELEC THE ROOKE EVERYONE WAS TOLD TO LOOK OUT FOR, HAS JUST PROVED WHY WITH A SEOND PLACE PODIUM IN HER ROOKIE YEAR, NOT ONCE HAS SHE FINISHED LOWER THAN FIFTH THE WHOLE SEASON.”

Chalres cheered as he pulled his car into the first place spot, running towards his team getting hugs and pats on the back, before he heard more cheers again and turned seeing his sister getting out of her car in second place, and he couldn’t help the tears fillings his eyes seeing his little sister grow up and accomplish a piece of her dream he quickly ran towards her not being able to the see her bright smile that he knew she had under her helmet, he pulled her into a tight hug feeling her arms tighten around him.

They pulled back the two siblings looking at each other, placing there for heads together through their helmets.

“A sibling 1-2!” Charles grinned as he spoke to his sister knowing it’s been their dream to get a 1-2 together.

Estelle laughed full of excitement, “We’ll have to get a 1-2-3 next!” She grinned under the helmet knowing sooner than later they will be joined by Arthur and they will have a podium of just Leclercs.

Chalres fondly laughed, putting his hand where her buckle is on her helmet helping it undo, watching her pull it off head as he undid his, He threw a arm around her shoulder, as they walked to the weight scale.

Estelle was the first to walk in the cool off room she put a finger over her lips as she looked at the cameras before walking towards the winners seat which should be Charles seat today but Estelle quickly sat in it grinning as she drank from her water bottle.

Lewis walked into chucked shaking his head seeing where Estelle sat, patting her on the head congratulating her for her first podium. Lewis has followed Estelle career for awhile and has been one of her biggest supporters since she joined Formula one.

Charles walked into the cool off room setting his helmet on the table drinking water and wiping his face, as he turned around seeing Estelle sitting in his seat with an innocent face, Charles raised an eyebrow laughing, “Really?” Estelle just smiled in reply.

“Alright off ma cherie.” He gently pushed her off and toward her seat, “Don’t worry soon it will be your seat.”

And Charles wasn’t wrong the next race, Singapore, Estelle got her first win, as a rookie in Singapore. She continued to win the rest of the races thought our the season, fighting until the last race to win the championship against Lewis and gaining the championship title, as a rookie and a female.

December 12, 2019

Estelle was in one of the many Vouge headquarters seeing the young and upcoming models and doing a talk day for them all, especially as she just became a formula one world champion at 19 and have been working with vogue for 10 years already.

The talk was her giving tips and advice in the model world, talking about the highs and lows of being a model and she showed them a few different model walks and had the group of around 20 young girl teenagers copy her, the hours went by fast before she knew it almost everyone was gone and she had finished answering anyone who came up to her for questions.

Estelle saw a girl who looked a few years younger than her sitting on a bench packing up her bag and sliding off her heeled shoes, wincing slighty, Estelle walked over stopping in front of her, “May i sit?” She gestured to the spot next to the the girl.

The girls head snapped up nodding, “Sim. I mean yes.” She answered in Portuguese before giving a sheepish smile, Estelle smiled sitting down looking at her sore feet, “My feet used to the same, so i started putting plaster on the parts that got hurt and i never had a problem again.” Estelle gestured to the girls feet knowing what’s it’s like to get use to heels.

The girl blinked in surpise nodding, “Oh thank you.” She smiled slighty putting her hand out, “I’m Fransicia but everyone calls be Kika.”

“It’s nice to meet you Kika, I’m Estelle” Estelle smiled shaking her hand, having a feeling Kika was going to become someone pretty special to her.

“Oh i know.” Kika smiled slighty shy having always looked up to Estelle as she is so young and is already the top model worldwide.

“Well can i have your number then Kika.” Estelle gently smiled at the girl, knowing she was going to great things in the modeling world.

“Course.” Kika blinked slighty shocked that she wanted be number but then realized Estelle is still a regular person too and she is only three years older than her. Kika took the phone Estella passed to her typing in her number real quick, before passing it back.

The two said their goodbyes to each other and it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

May 24, 2022

Estelle parked her Porsche 911 Turbo S Carbriolet, That she of course bought in a dark green color. She grabbed her green Dior saddle bag, slipping on her Prada sunglasses getting out of the car, walking up towards the hair salon that her mother owns, Estelle knew her mother didn’t have any clients today but she would be at the salon, She walked into the salon putting sunglasses on the top of her head smiling as she watched her mother head look up to tell whoever was coming in they weren’t open for business today but stopped when she her daughter.

“Oh my darling!” Pascale gasped in delight rushing forward pulling her daughter into a hug, feeling a rush of nostalgia when they hugged and Estelle taller than her when she used to be shorter than her. Pascale pulled back cupping Estelle face having missed seeing her the last few week in person, “Mon amour your aren’t suppose be here till tomorrow night?” Pascale questioned knowing it was a rule in their family when it was Monaco race weekend all her children come home and have dinner together and that is tomorrow night.

“It was a surprise thought we could have the day and tomorrow just us before the boys come over.” Estelle smiled watching her mother light up in excitement knowing she missed her children a lot and is glad to have anytime with them.

“Of course darling!” Pascale smiled kissing her daughters cheek, “Is this why your brother dropped me off today?” Pascale smiled watching the slight sheepish look cover her only daughter’s face, a look she saw more often with Estelle as she grew up.

“Yes Maman.” Estelle knew her mom would figure it out quickly, As her mother knew all her children the best.

Pascale fondly smiled, “Now it’s time to do your hair mon cher!” Always loving to do her daughters hair as they don’t get as much time anymore.

“Of course Maman.” Estelle fondly smiled letting her mother drag her to Salon chair and tying the cutting cape over her.

Pascale looked over her daughter’s beautiful hair deciding what to do, “Hmm what about a gloss?” She looked through the mirror seeing the nod of approval, Pascale knowing that her daughter doesn’t love to dye her hair and would rather it be her natural color.

“Your shoes were beautiful in the picture you sent.” Pascale complimented her daughter, Estelle always made sure to send photos and videos when she was away of everything and anything so her mother could still be a big part of her life.

“Good, i have a pair in your size Maman.” Estelle cheekily grinned knowing her mother didn’t love how all her children spoil her as they have grown up and earn their own money.

“Of course you did cheri.” Pascale fondly smiled knowing she couldn’t stop her children from spoiling her, she’s tried.

The mother and daughter just talked for hours as Pascele did the gloss, before she cut Estelle’s hair and gave her a blow out.

Estelle stood up gently taking off the cutting cape fixing the white and black stripped sweater that’s tied across her shoulder, with her black cropped shirt with blue jeans and white converse, as she smiled at her hair gently touching always loving it the best when her mother did it.

“Merci Maman!” Estelle kissed her mother cheeks in thank you. She linked arms with her mother as they walked out of the salon locking it up, before walking over to Estelle car going to get lunch together before they shopped the rest of the day.

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

Ah, Marela. There is so much coming up with her in the Nayru's Temple arc. Y'all know so little about her. I promised y'all she had a full character sheet, and I still can't tell you every reason why. For folks new to MoaH, Marela is Zelda's head attendant and best friend.

We're having so much fun messing with expectations with Marela. As the first named Zora woman in the story, series expectation says she should have a crush on Link. Marela is in fact not interested in men at all. That doesn't mean she's not interested in any Marksmen.

Marela is an absolute gossip and we love her for it. She is also one of those people that ships people in real life (actively doing so in story too).

Marela and Zelda have been friends since childhood, for backstory reasons that will make more sense soon. At the very least, the two studied spellcasting together, and so Zelda has a lot of enchantments that she designed for Marela, or helped Marela research. Marela's water teleport ability is one of those.

While there hasn't been too much of Marela's magic shown off, she is a talented seamstress (for cultural reasons), and a lot of her magic manifests in her sewing. It is a specific type of magic that Zelda is actually not that good at. Currently. Mechanically, this would be largely illusion spells.

Marela's combination class is a mixture of College of Eloquence and a custom subclass I still need to build. Both the subclass and the hybrid would reveal too much, but once y'all figure out her backstory, there might be some clues.

Bard was actually a really hard pick for Marela, she was tied with another class, but there would be too many ??? for the sheet to be really intelligible at that point. Also once I did the math on Jack of All Trades and Expertise, Bard was better. Persuasion and Insight on the Expertise by the way. Only one other person who can keep up with her in that regard.

Starting feat is Actor because she's dramatic like that. +2 CHA, +1 DEX

This also becomes clearer once there are more Zora women in the story, but screw gender dymorphism in fantasy. Marela has shark teeth like we see Zora men have. There are also Zora men and women of varying heights, to include shorter Zora men and taller Zora woman (like up to the height of Sidon comparatively).

Lots of races in MoaH have wider trait variants that they can't have in games for things like asset limitation reasons. Zora are one of those and Zora have traits reflecting multiple kinds of fish besides just sharks. Marela's traits are inspired by beta fish and jellyfish.

[sunhee27]

Together, We Stop The Rain

SYNOPSIS: You both met for the first time in the rain, on a day where Heeseung’s life is at it’s lowest. But he swears that you saved him and helps him stop the rain.

WORD COUNT: 3,802

PAIRING: Lee Heeseung x Reader

GENRE: Strangers to lovers, happy ending, angst.

WARNINGS: Kissing, small mention of suicide.

Let’s say it is a sunny day in the middle of June, people would be swarming around the streets, laughing and having the time of their lives, all their worries would be gone. On those days you (Cha Y/n) would sit here at your favourite spot, that had an amazing view no matter what, the view of Han River. 

But today was not one of those days, it was cold, it was raining, and people preferred to stay home, yet you still sat there with your almost broken umbrella unfolded, it barely made you stay dry, even worse when the wind was so strong that the umbrella ‘bloomed’ and was turned inside out.

But it didn’t bother you, you felt peaceful to just sit there and enjoy the view like you had done since you were a kid. You let the thought take over you. 

~~~

Not wanting to stay in that house for any longer, Heeseung barged out of his front door, he swore to never come back. He tried to calm himself down, the thing he was best at, saying to himself that he everything was gonna be okay again. But that thought was hard to find out of the pile of other thoughts that were playing in his mind right now.

When he first lost his mother, he felt that he didn’t belong in this world of happiness, even worse when his father couldn’t stop his drug addiction. After that, Heeseung had to take care of himself, but it became enough today when his father ruined Heeseung’s one and only memory of his mother, a teru teru bozu (Rain doll) that he made with his mother as a child. It had been on display at the roof of their terrace as a charm for the rain to go away. 

Heeseung didn’t necessarily believe in ghosts or magic, but this, this he believed in, only because it worked often. Whenever the rain started to get heavy, they would hang this up to hope for sun, and guess what, it worked! 

He ran out of his house, desperate to find something to live for, he felt his world crush. He had grabbed his clear umbrella and his jacket and stormed out of the house. He wanted to cry, but didn’t, he never cry and today was not the day either, he took a deep breath and walked down the empty streets.  

He saw a girl not sitting far away from him, her clothes wet plus her hair, the umbrella seemed to be broken, yet her face held a smile. He hated seeing people smiling while his world was breaking down. But her, he didn’t mind looking at when she was smiling. She looked different, she looked like dreamy? Yeah, that’s the word, she didn’t look specially pretty like a model or an idol, but she looked like a dream, she looked like a girl from a fantasy. 

He desperately needed to talk to someone, which was pathetic since he never wanted to talk to anybody, maybe he just wanted to talk with her. 

~~~

You ware deep in thought, so much that you didn’t hear that there was a person behind you until your umbrella was pulled away and replaced with another, it was almost identical with yours, just that it wasn’t broken. 

You looked up at the man who had been so sweet by switching your umbrellas, only for you to almost faint. He was handsome, he looked miserable, like he was longing for something.

“Thank you.” You say and look up at him, he is not looking at you, he is looking where you were looking from some time ago, at the view. He was slowly getting wetter and wetter since he lend you, his umbrella.��

“Stand under the umbrella with me, you are soaking.” You almost whisper, he looks down at you before taking his hand out so you can give him the umbrella. If you were to hold it, he would have to crouch to your height to stand under it. 

Now you are both are standing under it, him lost in your eyes, yours lost in his.

“Why are you out when it is raining this much.” He say, leaving you a bit shocked by his sudden voice appearance. 

“I do this almost everyday, so it’s a habit even if it is raining, what about you, wait before that, what’s your name?” You ask him, you don’t like making conversation before even knowing their name.

“Lee Heeseung, you?” You smile before returning your name. “Cha Y/n.” You say excitedly. He can’t help it but smiling to himself even if he is cold as ice, but you, you made him smile even if it was the worst day of his life.

“So why are you here?” You ask. “My story is a little more complicated than yours.” He chuckle lightly. 

“I have the whole day if you want.” You say.

He never tell nobody anything about him and what happens at home, but why is he so tempted to tell you. Why not, just do it Heeseung! he let out a sigh before talking.

“Well, I warned you, the story is long. It started back when I was about 13 where my mom…died.” He had a little trouble saying the word ‘died’ but continued “At that time I felt like I lost everything, not only that, but I also had a hard time making friends at school, anyways, after that my dad started getting addicted to drugs making me have to take care of myself and my ca- Shit my cat! I gotta go I am so sorry.”

He start to run away, but you stop him. Your face filled with concern. 

“I would love to hear the rest of the story, what about same time same place tomorrow.” You gulp.

“Same time same place, deal, keep the umbrella.” He nod at you. 

“Good luck with your cat.” You shout, hoping he heard it even if he is far away. 

~~~

The night was spent not too different from each other. Heeseung spent his night in a hotel, he literally had to hide his cat in his bag so that he could get in. The cat was a trouble to have especially in these times, he had been carrying it everywhere. He didn’t feel like sleeping, he was thinking about, yes, that girl, Y/n. 

You on the other side was thinking about the charming stranger today, you couldn’t help but get worried about him, questions filled your mind. Is he safe? How did the story end and what brought him to the Han River today? Did he get his cat? Will he remember your deal?

~~~

You patiently waited by the river, when you saw the familiar figure walk up to you. His face didn’t change, he still looked as sad as yesterday, slightly happier to see you waiting. 

The weather hadn’t changed, it felt like it was just raining after Heeseung’s dad ruined the little rain doll.

Today he had the cat with him. To anybody saying that cats fear water, that’s not true at least not for this one. 

He walk up to her. “Hey.” He greet. “Hi Heeseung, your cat is so cute!” You let the cat smell your hand before petting it. 

“U-uhm I was worried about you, a-and curious about the story yk.” You chuckle.

“Don’t worry about me.” He say. 

“So, what happened to your dad.” You say with unsure words. 

“You sure you wanna know?”

“Only if you want me to know.”

“Okay then, After what felt like an eternity of me taking care of myself, he ruined my one and only memory with my mom. My mom and I made this teru teru buzo, which we used all year around, I felt like it helped when it was raining especially after she d-died. But yesterday my dad ruined it, I lost it and decided to leave the house to never come back, at least that’s my plan.” He let out a sigh. 

“I-I am so sorry, so, wait! Where did you stay last night?” You ask.

“At a hotel, I grabbed the rest of my things along with my cat yesterday.”

“You could just ask me to stay at my place.” You say.

“That’s too much trouble for you.” 

“Then at least let me take the cat, it must be so much trouble for you when you are staying at a hotel.” 

“Sure, she is in good hands with you, she also seems to like you.” He say and lay the cat in your arms. God a heavy cat, you whine. 

“Careful there.” He chuckle at you after seeing you thinking the cat is heavy. He smile at you for a bit before realizing that he is simping like crazy and the smile disappear.

“I am sorry for everything that happened.” You say. 

“It’s okay, I am feeling better.” He say, “What about same time same place tomorrow.” He add. “Perfect.” You answer. You say your goodbyes, but you can’t seem to stop already start missing each other. Heeseung looks back at you again as you are walking two different ways, you catch eye contact, you were also looking back at him. He can’t help but adore you already, maybe all this happened for a reason. 

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“Heeseung!” You run up to him, he has been soaked by the rain ever since he gave you the umbrella. You throw your arms around his neck.

“Thank you for letting me take care of your cat, I love it, it’s suuuu cute.” A hug! He feels like melting, he, with unsure arms wrap them around you as well. 

“Ah no prob.” You both pull away to not make it too awkward. 

~~~

Day after day you met, it had been a week since the first time you met. The hotel was getting expensive, luckily Heeseung had lots of money saved up, you could almost call him rich. 

You got closer, funny how you couldn’t see that you liked each other. Every time it would rain a little less than the day before and everyday Heeseung seemed a bit happier. You noticed that he would only be like that if it was with you. 

Today you met again, the rain was not heavy at all, it wasn’t sunny either. You were about to say your goodbyes when Heeseung got a call.

Incoming call~

“Hello.” He said to the unknown number. He listened carefully when suddenly his expression changed. Frozen like a stone, eyes wider than normally, stunned, and the fear in his face. 

He took the phone away from his ear. The rain got heavier.

“What happened Heeseung!” You say a little loud, but you couldn’t help it, he has never looked like that, it made you worry like crazy. 

“M-my dad.” His voice shaky and his mouth trembling. “He d-died.” His voice broke and the tears started running down a bit. 

“Y/n, meet me tomorrow, same time same place, I need you Y/n, I need you there.” His tears were filling up his eyes. You panicked.

“B-but Heeseung.” He had already turned around and was about to run away.

“I-I need you or else…” you could hear the fear in his voice, then he ran away.

You were shaking, you lowered you head almost about to cry. Why did it have to be him, out of everyone, why Heeseung, he didn’t deserve this URGH! I hate this. You had no choice but to wait for him tomorrow. 

The rain was getting worse plus the wind, you had to get home before the road she was standing on would be too slippery. 

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“Warning, extreme weather, tonight we will expect heavy rain and maybe even storms reaching up to category 2 winds.” The news had been going on and on about the weather since yesterday, your anxiety build up and you didn’t close an eye that night. 

Finally, she could get going, to meet Heeseung.

You took your umbrella, the one Heeseung gifted you and headed out. 

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The rain was crazy, you doubted that the umbrella would even work. The wind got to you with an instant. You couldn’t be late, she would hate yourself for that. So that meant that you would have to push through the harsh weather. In the start it was fine, but the weather got progressively worse as you went. 

You looked at your clock, F*ck, there was 5 minutes till you would have to meet, yet you were about 20 minutes away, it was all due to the strong wind blowing you back, the rain slamming onto your face, the rain mixed together with her tears. I am so sorry Heeseung! I have been the worst person to you, not even making it in time after your dad died. FORGIVE ME! 

“Hey young lady, you can’t be out here in this weather.” A middle-aged man told you, he was one of those with the sign in his hand in the traffic, making sure everybody could get over the road. 

“I know, but this is really important.” You pushes yourself beside him and past him. 

“Hey, go back home to your mom, this is really dangerous! I mean it!” He pull you back by the shirt.

“YOU KNOW WHAT!? I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS, I HAVE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO DO AND I AM ALREADY LATE!!!!!!! SO, GET YOUR DIRTY ASS HANDS OFF ME RIGHT NOW OR I WILL FORCE THEM OFF ME!” You shout him in the face, leaving him stunned to speak. He let go and you storm off.

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You was late, were you even gonna come? that was all Heeseung could think about. He didn’t blame you, the weather was so bad, he would have told you to stay home, but he needed you right now, by his side, in the rainiest night. His world broke down yesterday, seeing his dad on the bed in the hospital. It only made him think back to when he was an innocent teenager who didn’t know what was happening when his mom was dying.

Heeseung felt like dying, when you were not by his side. He hadn’t told you about this, but after his mom died, he actually attempted suicide, but decided not to because of his dad. His tears streamed down his face, he told himself not to cry, not to appear weak. But right now, was all he wanted to do. 

Wet, alone and sad, was what he was. You were 30 minutes late. It was not directly in front of Han River that you and Heeseung would meet, it was more like a road high up on a cliff. He sat his foot closer to the edge, heart was beating abnormally fast.

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You saw him standing by the road, but only this time much closer to the edge of the cliff. What was he doing!? You ran up to him despite the wind almost knocking you over. He took a deep breath, he hadn’t seen you yet. You realized it now, standing from a distance, was he…

“HEESEUNG DON’T!” You shout at him. You wrap your arms around his waist and pulls him away making you both stumble to the ground. 

“Heeseung I am so sorry, so god damn sorry.” You cry into his neck. 

He do the same, wrapping his arms around you. His tears flood out like they have never done before, he hated his life but you changed his opinion by just being there. You took the place of two people, his parents. He would no longer hate, but rather accept it. He was gonna be sad, but not mad, he was going to be heartbroken but also happy. 

“I am so sorry, I-It was raining and sto- “You sob.

“Shhh, I forgive you.” He nuzzle into you. 

“I wish I could help you Heeseung.” 

“You didn’t just help me, you saved me, without you, I don’t think I would even be here.” You look up at him, hugging him tighter. You were both on the ground wet and dirty, but that’s the least worry right now. He has a hard time looking back at you without crying out loud. 

Suddenly he places his lips on yours, melting into each other, it felt so right to do this, only with him, never ever anybody else. The weather started to clear, and the sun was seen for the first time in so long, the sky was blue like last summer or even spring.

“Meeting you was a miracle baby.” He mumbles into the kiss deepening it more. 

You both stay in silence for a little while, only the sound of your kissing lingering. before Heeseung pulls away and says something.

“Y/n please be mine, please be the reason for my happiness for the rest of my life, let me be yours and treat you like my own.” He sobs,you couldn’t help but love him, you had always loved him, but this was a little different.You were going to confirm your relationship.

“Ofc Heeseung, always.” 

Soon the ground was getting dry, and the sun was shining more than ever. 

“You cleared the weather Hee.”You look up into the sky, still in Heeseung’s arms on the ground. 

“No, WE did baby.” He lifted you closer to him, on his lap. Both of you had dried up tears on your face. 

“Heeseung, stay at my house for now, please, I am scared to be away from you.” You look into his eyes, he responded with a nod.

“I would love to but promise me one thing.”

“What?” 

“You will love me forever and I will do the same to you” 

“Promise.” You put out your pinky, he do the same and you lock them together, your thumbs touch and there we go, a promise is made. 

~~~

About two weeks later you and Heeseung are both snuggled up on the couch, it’s raining, like it did two weeks ago, but this time you and Heeseung found that you both found the rain calming. He invited you on a date but changed his mind about going to fancy dinner, he would rather be with you at home while it was raining. Cuddled up, eating his favourite instant noodles, it was perfect. 

You came back from the restroom and crawl on top of Heeseung again, you lay your head on his chest. 

“Ow” he whine out because you laid your knee hard down right at his stomach. 

You look up in an instant looking at your now boyfriend concerned because you are scared that you did something. 

“What happened? I’m sorry.” You look up with your knee fully pressed down on his stomach. He press his eyes together in pain and holds his breath. 

“You are just..kinda.” he places his hands around your both your thighs and spread them so that they can wrap around him instead up having your knee suffocating him. 

“Killing my stomach.” He say and lay you back down on him. 

“I’m sorry.” You say. 

“Don’t be love” he wraps his arms around you. 

You have noticed in the time you and Heeseung have been together, that he only really has this soft spot for you. He is not the type of person to interact and start conversations, probably also the reason he doesn’t find it easy to find friends. He is kinda cold, not in an annoying way, just standing in the back and only talk when people talk to him. It was the whole opposite when he was with you, he would be such a lovely, cute, sweet boyfriend, at times flirty and flustered, and one hundred percent had a smile on his lips when he saw you. He is respectful, definitely, and can easily let out a smile here and there when he is around other people. And he definitely also listens and laughs when he met your parents for the first time, but he really just mostly enjoyed having you there. They loved him btw, they thought he was the cutest ever. 

That how your once introverted ass got to look like you were so extremely confident and talkative. 

You look up at him for a moment with a pout visible on your face. 

“What happened.” He glided his hand over your cheek. 

“Cramps.” You say and lick your lips. 

“Cramps?” You hum in response. 

“How can I help?” He keeps the eye contact until you look away. 

“Him, kiss?” You whisper. 

“Huh?” He leans his ear closer to your mouth. 

“Kiss.” You mumble but this time he heard you perfectly fine. 

He smiles at how cute you look and act. You both said that you definitely prefer hugs over kisses. It wasn’t very often that you kissed, not that you didn’t like it, not at all, you loved it. But it always ended with Heeseung getting needy and made it into a make out session, so he stopped kissing you to control himself. 

“Kiss? Little one maybe.” He said and wraps his hand around your head.

“Mhm.”

“How is that going to help though?” He chuckles at you, you are literally just waiting for him to kiss you. 

“I don’t know, maybe it will, only one way to find out.” You smile and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you and you didn’t hesitate to kiss back. 

He smiles into the kiss, because this time it seems that it’s you that is getting needy, you are literally chasing his lips. His smile gets wider and wider, before he lets out a laugh. You pull away from him to look at his perfect smile and teeth, you adore him so much. 

“I love you, I know I don’t say it often, but I truly do, I promise to say it more.” Heeseung says, Heeseung really don’t say  those kind of things often, ofc he says once in while that you are beautiful and compliments you. 

But oh you love him as well, he is the best. My sweet boy, urgh I love you!!!!

You dip your head into the crook of his neck and swirl around, your hair getting messy while you breathe in his scent. You would crawl into his skin if it was possible, you would eat him, devour him (in a cute way) if you could. 

He lets out a deep chuckle at you. 

“I love you too.” You mumble into his so it only sounds like four hums, but he understands it. He lays his chin on your head and begins to kiss your freshly washed and blow dried hair. He looks at the window where you and Heeseung made your own rain doll, and he knows, with all of his heart, that it will stop raining again tomorrow. (And it did)

[taekookielove0130]

Slowly, Unintentionally.

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How is he so cute and hot at the same time!? Fjkdheidbf (Jungkook is my bias, I swear🤕)

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Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

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Author's Note:

Part 2 is here! The love I got for Part 1 helped me a lot! But please don't be a silent reader. I beg you. If I can not tell what you guys liked about the story then how am I supposed to know what to write about next? Please. Please tell me what you think *pout pout*

Part 1

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Looking back at that night, I can see that he had just made me realize how my life after marriage was going to be. We've been married for a little over a month, and all he has ever spoken to me about is my family or his work. It's always about something that my father wants us to do or something that his fans expect.

We share the roof, but apart from that, nothing else. I cook for him, and we eat together for formality's sake. That's the only time we see each other at home except for the scarce few times he decides to grace me with his presence since our parents requested it.

I'm broken out of my reverie as I hear the sound of a car being parked in our garage. I look at the clock and see that it's 8 pm. Frowning, I recall that he works till 10 pm usually and he's early today. Shrugging, I move to the door and open it to find a shocking sight...

My husband is standing right there with a bag slung over his shoulder. What surprises me though, is the pair of feminine legs I can see behind his. I look up at him and see the warning in his eyes not to say something I'm going to regret.

So instead of saying anything I look down and move aside, letting the pair in. Yoongi enters followed by a girl who looks about 9 or 10 years old. She's holding his arm tight and looking at me with wide, untrusting eyes. I watch as Yoongi softly pries her hands away from his arm and pulls her to stand in front of me.

I give her a soft smile which she doesn't even try to return. He watches her expressions carefully and then slowly turns towards me.

"Y/N, this is Ae-Cha. "

He says and then turns to face the girl.

"Ae-cha, this is my wife. Y/N, Ae-Cha is going to live with us hereafter. "

The way he is looking at me makes me think he is waiting for my reaction. So I give him a reassuring smile and kneel to meet the girl's height.

"Hello, Ae-cha. "

I say and tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"HI."

She replies and waves her hand shyly at me.

Giving her a soft smile, I turn back to Yoongi and say, "Why don't you freshen up? By then, I'll show Ae-cha to her room, and she'll freshen up too so we can eat dinner?"

I can see the surprise in his eyes for a second before he masks it up with indifference once again.

"Yeah, sure. "

I wait till he leaves and then turn back to the little girl. I smile at her before I stand and extend my hand toward her, "Let's go."

A few minutes later, Yoongi and Ae-cha are seated at the dining table while I am serving food to Yoongi. As I turn to place the food on Ae-cha's plate, she puts her hand up to stop me.

As I eye her with a questioning look in my eye, she says in a loud voice, "Rice has too many calories. Don't you have something like broccoli or boiled peanuts?"

I open my mouth to tell her I can make something she wants, but Yoongi cuts me to the chase saying, "Here, you only get to eat what's available. Now, don't make a big scene and just eat it."

Frowning, I think about why Yoongi is acting a bit rude to the little girl.

"No way! Are you trying to make me fat? You know that I want to be a model when I grow up right? " she argues, and I try to control my laughter at the look on Yoongi's face. He looks like he's trying so hard to control his anger.

"Ae-cha, just eat what has been made."

He says in a low voice.

"You don't even know what food is to be consumed at what time. You have zero knowledge!" She shouts at him, surprising me by leaving the room.

"B-bread?" I stutter and sigh before running right behind her. I enter the guest bedroom and see her sitting on the couch with headphones on.

She has an irritated look on her face, and I don't know what to do other than stand and see her for a few seconds. Just as I am about to approach her, I hear Yoongi's phone ringing. Though I don't mean to overhear, I can listen to the conversation clearly from here.

I identify the other person on the line as Hoseok, another member of their band and one of Yoongi's best friends. He was his best man at our wedding besides a few other friends. Hoseok shouts in a loud voice I've only heard him use when he's too angry with someone,

"Who was that girl I saw with you earlier? Why are you taking her to stay with you? Did you ask Y/N if she's fine with it?"

I wait to hear Yoongi simply say, "She's Ha-joon's daughter."

Hoseok shouts again, "WHAT! Why's that woman now talking to you? And why the hell has she sent her daughter with you!? Has she decided not to let you be happy?!"

I feel tears prick my eyes and stream down my face as I recall bits and pieces of information I had gathered about the woman my husband is still madly in love with.

Ha-Joon is the girl Yoongi dated for about three years. They were introduced to each other by mutual friends, and they instantly started dating.

But fate had to play a cruel joke on Yoongi when she cheated on him with his secretary and he had to find the pair entwined on his bed.

Apparently, she only ever dated my husband because of pressure from her family and loved his secretary. She had finally decided to elope though she knew her family would disown her.

I mean, I knew these types of things did happen in the upper tier families but I was still shocked to know my husband had to face that.

Yoongi, who had fallen head over heels for the girl was unable to move on from the heartbreak that I still see him struggling with. It saddened me to no end that fate had always managed to spoil this good man's life, keeping him away from all the happiness in the world.

The fact that he doesn't even want to accept my help has made me stay away from him except for necessary times.

Though I do the household chores while he takes care of the shopping and other stuff, we both have an unsaid agreement not to disturb each other's personal lives. I started listening to their songs and within a very short period of time I've become a dedicated fan. Lately, I've been binge-watching some of their concerts and though I don't mean to be partial, I feel my eyes stray and linger on Yoongi a lot subconsciously.

Now, though, I am shocked out of my shaken state when Yoongi says,

"Hyung, they're both dead."

With widened eyes, I turn back to look at the girl and immediately feel bad for her.

Though I do not know the feeling of not getting enough love from your parents, I can sympathize with her and my husband as I had heard from Yoongi's friends about the rough upbringing he had.

From the little bit of research I had done about him before our marriage, I knew that his parents had died in a car accident when he was a child.

After that, his uncle was the only person who took care of his upbringing. Being a busy man in his primes, Yoongi’s uncle was unable to give him a taste of familial love and care. And soon enough, Yoongi had grown and had to leave his home for his dream job.

He had been accepted by a company and had to stay and work in The States until his debut. Now, I know that anybody would mistake my feelings towards him to be sympathy or the common urge to show him what being loved feels like.

But to be honest, what I feel towards him is the primal instinct of love and protection. In the past week I've come to know so much about him either through his friends or by just observing him. Without meaning to, I've started to notice the tiniest of details. Like, how he never forgets to deposit his used clothes in the laundry or how he always drinks a glass of water before going to bed and right after waking up. The knowledge I have gained about him makes me want to spend the rest of my life showing him love and all it entails.

I do know that cannot happen. Sighing, I wipe the tear strains from my eyes and turn to look at the girl. I kneel down so we're almost the same height and then remove her headphones.

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Yoongi’ s POV

I didn’t know what I expect earlier in the day when I received a call from her dad but it sure wasn’t to be told that she and her husband were both no more with us and their daughter couldn’t stay with him since he’s traveling abroad and he was getting too old.

I decided to bring the girl home, speaking of which...

I sigh and run my hand through my hair realizing I took out my frustration in Ae-cha. Pushing my chair back, I decide to find her and apologize properly. I thought I was prepared for whatever happens but nothing on earth could have prepared me for the scene there.

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Y/N's POV

I smile at her before holding my ears with both my hands saying,

"What do you want for dinner? "

She looks at me with widened eyes and I pout at her.

"Please forgive me for not asking earlier. Pwetty pweaasee" I say with a babyish voice and she hums, thinking for a while.

"Okay, I'll forgive you. On one condition. "

I widen my eyes and nod eagerly, asking her, "What is it? "

"You should always ask me what I want to eat. Do you think you'll be able to do that."

I smile and nod at her saying, "I'll never forget after this." She folds her hands and pretends to be a tough person as she says, "Mhmm. So now you've learnt your lesson."

"Yes mam. " I reply cheekily and smile with satisfaction as I watch her giggle cutely. "Okay, can we go eat now? I feel sooo hungry " I ask exaggerating the "hungry" part and stand up extending my hand to her. "Yes, let's go." she says gleefully and hops down holding my hand.

We both turn to go and I am shocked to see Yoongi standing there. He's got a gummy smile and he's looking at Ae-cha with adoration in his eyes. I think he should smile more. It makes him look so cute! I have seen his concerts and heard girls gush about it, mind you. I just never realised how cute it was...

Ae-cha suddenly pushes my hand aggressively away and folds her hands again. She puffs out her cheeks and turns her head away from Yoongi, a frown marring her forehead.

I watch as Yoongi flinches and scratches the back of his head, something I've noticed he does when he's guilty. He slowly walks towards her and kneels down, whispering

"I'm sorry. I was a bit rude to you. It's just that I don't like when someone says no to food. "

Ae-cha hesitates a few seconds before giving up.

She slowly faces him and says, "But you could have said it softly. You know, my grandfather often says that what you say can make a big difference in the other person's life. "

She looks at Yoongi with her wide eyes sparkling with innocence in them and I see him regretting what he did. For some inexplicablereason, he looks at me. I see emotion lurking in his dark orbs. It resembles guilt but even before I can try to figure out what it is, it's gone.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. " he says and she replies with a smile, "I'm sure you won't. "

Yoongi silently pulls her into a hug and shuts his eyes tightly.

I know exactly what he's going through right now. Trying to guve the child her fair bit of familial love she deserves being the reason why he brought her home, he has realised that raising his voice at her has only hurt ans scared the poor child.

I watch the interaction with tears in my eyes and am surprised when Ae-cha pulls me. She holds my hands and pats Yoongi on the shoulders.

They break the hug and Yoongi stands. He looks at me for a moment with an unreadable expression and a cold face.

I sigh and turn to Ae-cha. I don't know what I expected, really. Though I know that nothing’s going to change between us, I keep hoping for something good.

A small sign from him that he's ready to accept me would be enough. Though I can't ever forgive or forget him for the words he threw at me on our wedding night, I still feel like I should give this marriage a chance.

But everytime I do something good for him, I only witness him chip a part of my heart away. At the end of the day, I only keep getting hurt... ___________________________

To be continued...

[masaworkdesignfan]

RENRENREN MASTERPOST

(regretevator au ig)

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Au info :

Idk maybe like life thingy also warning this contains like uhhhh-...mpreg and like nfsw shit, and....uhhhhhhhhh....blood,and homophobia, alot ig..

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Comics/info/idk I don't do shit

Their new designs!

Designs for the au (designs might change)

Voice claims,pronounces,heights,age,nationality for the au

They found out

Addiction

Truth or dare

Bad end night

Fun facts

Drug addiction

Dream come true

An ask and regret

Kichijoten appearance

Dress up (thank you for helping!)

How they got remarried

Envious mark

Mark gets too freaky

Bratty folly (Read.)

THE BIG MAMA!! (Wallter mpreg you have been warned)

Sleeping together

Folly gets injured

Crying mantises

Cat! Cat!

Lampert and folly's bonding

Say the line bive.

If I can't have him..(infected jealousy arc)

infected is not fertile.

He's a dumbass aren't cha?

And that's how beetle is born!

I just want you back! (Infected jealousy arc)

Slimyim curry

Pilby had enough.

Godness arguement

They're EVIL and positive and weird canons

Prototype's destruction

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Faq (even tho there no faq's)

Can we do nfsw :

With my permission.

Is smut and fluff alright? :

Yeah ig.

Why is there nfsw? :

Because wallmark shipers are allergic to positivity

Who is homophobic? :

Pest, even tho he is married with poob.

Who is the most shortest of the group? :

Gnarpy

Who is the most tallest of the group?:

Pest or Wallter but Wallter is more taller.

Who is the gayest couple :

Mark(top) and Wallter(bottom of the rack)

What inspires you to make this au? :

Character ai..

[eventideluminary-games]

It's 4am and I Can't Sleep, so here are some fun facts/quirks about the ROs! Have fun and feel free to ask questions if you want!

Alceste:

- As shown in his short story 1, he can't read maps. He's VERY bad at it and WILL get the group lost. Larisilla learned this the Hard Way

- Nat 1 on int and wis, nat 20 on cha

- He calls the Royal, princess/prince/princep even if you aren't dating. Honestly, he calls everyone that

- He and Larisilla are childhood friends

- He regularly lies. A chronic liar, if you will

- He's a Whore! Affectionate, cause we don't slut shame here, but he has the Most experience (both romantic and physical) out of the ROs

Larisilla:

- She's one of the first ROs I created

- Her name has been reneesme-d but horribly (if you understand that, ily). If you don't get it, her name is a combination of her grandmother's names: Lavinia and Caesilla, but badly done

- You can call her Lari or Silla, she's not a fan but she won't stop you. Alceste calls her Lari and she, in turn, calls him Al (he hates it)

- Tried to wear armor to the ball in Chapter 1 and got upset when Alceste made her change

- Angry crier angry crier angry crier

- Actual kinda Fucked Up and Fucked in the Head but don't tell her or she'll cry. She's in denial rn

- Sleeps with her stuffed animal still (it's a little bunny)

- Pet name of choice: idiot

Dionys:

- Team Mom Team Mom Team Mom

- That being said? Messy. He's messy as hell and loves to stir the pot

- Has definitely considered consuming Somnia's medication bottles/vials For Science

- Lowkey kind of an asshole

- Thinks doing research together is a Good Date Idea

- The Lightest of Weights. He cannot hold alcohol. Second worst is Larisilla

Somnia:

- You need a bitch to get shit done and not ask questions? it's Somnia

- Talks in her sleep. Sometimes it's cute, others it's weird as hell

- Banned from gambling at inns. She counts cards

- The Warmest of all ROs. Cuddle her, she's warm

- Can easily carry the Royal, no matter their height. Perceives carrying tall Royals as a Challenge

- Thought her name was Sonia for the first year of school (so like 6 years old) cause her parents have bad handwriting

Enyo:

- Enyo isn't their real name! But they don't know actual their real name either so...

- Named their each of their knives, please don't make fun of them. If you ask, they have cool sounding names like Bladesinger and The Reaper. They're actually named after desserts Enyo likes

- They have a Favorite Knife. They never use it for missions. It's named Orange

- Unhealthily forms attachments. They will get Very Attached to you Very Fast. Please go to therapy Enyo

- Desperately wants some semblance of a normal life

- Puts their cold hands on your bare back cause they think it's funny

[the-alan-price-combo]

An Animals diorama I made, based on the Pop Gear music video of "House of the Rising Sun"!!

🌅🐾✨️

(Detailed pictures under the cut!)

[jeonwon-wonwoo]

— bias tag game *ੈ✩‧₊˚

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list! (thank you sm for tagging me @mihgyu 🫶💕)

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maddie's bias list:

wonwoo (svt)

seungkwan (svt)

seungcheol (svt)

hoshi (svt)

dino (svt)

kai (exo)

baekhyun (exo)

cha eunwoo (astro)

key (shinee)

soobin (txt)

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1. between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

when i first started out listening to kpop, i listened to exo a lot before seventeen! so, i biased baekhyun before dino!

2. between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

seungkwan🥹💕he's one of my ult biases, and i just love him so much! he's so sweet and caring towards the members! and i feel like he often forgets that it's okay for him to just take a moment for himself, and take care of himself! i'd honestly want him to be my best friend lol! but he truly deserves the whole world!

3. if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

wonwoo, my other ult bias!💕 he just seems so chill in his down time, and i feel like we don't even have to do anything together! we could just do our own thing in comfortable silence! like quality time if that makes sense! but i would play video games with him! i'm not used to being a PC video game player (i'm more of a console video game player), so it'd be cool for him to teach me! or also just really sit down and have a nice chat! he seems like to the type of person you can speak to for hours about anything!

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9?

his smile! he just has such an adorable smile! i love it sm!

5. what is your favorite part of 6's personality?

maybe his duality! he's just so cool and badass on stage! he's such a great performer! but then he's so sweet and funny when he's not on stage! the duality is insane, and i love it!

6. if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

i would tell him that i'm proud of him for being so strong! he's been through a lot the past year, and he's continued pushing forward! he's so loved and supported by so many people! he deserves all the happiness in the world!💕

7. between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

wonwoo for sure! his outfits just seem so comfy, and i love wearing comfy clothes! the oversized shirts and hoodies would be so nice to wear honestly!

8. what is a style that you want to see 3 try?

dark academia for sure!(i don't think he's done it before but idk) i feel like he would look so good in darker colors, especially brown! and i love when guys wear a nice pair of dress pants! i think he can pull this style off!

9. between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

dino! i'm still shorter than him though lol! but my height is pretty average!

10. between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

at the moment, i'm really liking shinee and key's solo music!

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tagging (i'm sorry if you've already been tagged!): @ayatou @irlvernon @homerunhansol @wonufied @itsyoonzino @kveom @kyeomblr @woozification @master-tonberry @jeonsupershy + and anyone else who would like to! (please only if you'd like to!)

[orangepeelshortbreadcookies]

Curtain Story: The super serious, dark, dramatic and heroic rivalry of Miles Bridgerton and Charles Bridgerton

by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies

Chapter 5 - 5.6 / 4.11 & Edmund 

Ratings: General

Word count: 2,993

Chapter summary: Our heroes consult their Minister of Defense and form a tentative ally with the Opposition regarding a possible assassination plot.

The purpose of having an older brother, Miles decides, is to be given a loyal and free lackey for your entire life. 

Miles is especially lucky that his brother is Edmund. He is seven years old and is twice as big as other kids his age. Miles believes Edmund must be at least 10 metres tall. He can reach all the highest shelves. He gives Miles piggyback when their Dad is not available to. Any kid who dares bully him, and by extension, Charlie (who is not his best friend), retreats immediately when they see Edmund coming. It is the best.

The greatness of Edmund’s stature, however, is not appreciated by everybody. To be more specific, Auggie, their eldest cousin, is so very jealous. He finds it deeply unfair, as despite being two years older than Edmund, Auggie is one head shorter than him.

“I am going to catch up with you,” he argues. “Our dads are the same height so we’ll be at the same height too. My Mum said we just grow at different speeds. I am what they call a “rate broomer.”

“Yes but Aunt Daff is shorter than our Amma.” Miles chimes in. “And children are supposed to grow as tall as Moms put on top of Dads.” 

“That’s not how that works.” Auggie glares at him.

“Yes it is.” He sticks his tongue out at Auggie. “You will never be as tall as my Edmund.” Smart boy that he is, Miles quickly retreats behind his brother’s back while dropping this devastating “fact”, before Auggie can have the chance to jump on him.

---***---

Despite Miles’ very obvious dislike of Charlie Bridgerton, he is fascinated by Charlie’s younger brother, The Baby, Alex. 

Known to their Mother as Seong-Gi, Alex is at the exciting age when babies start speaking. Sophie and Benedict, on occasions, find Miles and Charlie completely abandoning their toys and hanging around Alex for hours to teach him their favourite words, giggling at The Baby’s babbling. Miles can barely wait until the moment his sister reaches such a milestone herself, so he can play the role of teacher all over again.

“Charlie.” Charlie points at himself. “That my name. Chaar. Leee.”

“Cha-Lee.” Alex repeats enthusiastically.

“My turn.” Miles shoves Charlie aside. “Miles. Miilless.” He voices his name slowly and clearly. Alex blinks at him, a fist in his mouth, bemused. “Now you try it.”

The Baby throws his hands in the sky, grinning as if he has just won a prize. He exclaims happily.

“Meow!”

The education is a work-in-progress.

---***---

Sometimes Edmund can be such a poohead.

Such as right now, as his left hand holds one of Miles’s trucks so far above his head, while his right stretches out and ruffles Miles’s hair, preventing him from getting in range of the toy, revelling in his younger, much shorter brother’s frustrations.

From his place on the mat, Alex watches their scuffles, laughing and clapping his hands together in utter delight. Charlie, however, seems to ignore them completely. Priorities. He is rather content with getting the most of his time around Miles’s exorbitant amount of Lego Duplos, before the older boy gets into one of his moods and demands them back.

“Give it back, Edmund!” Miles demands. 

“Sorry,” Edmund smirks. “Can’t hear you from all the way down there.”

“Edmund!!” Miles yells, near tears.

 “Mun!” The Baby’s high-pitched voice draws all heads toward him. Unburdened by the attention, he keeps clapping and smiling as before. “Mun-Mun!”

“What– what did he call me?” Edmund is caught off-guard just enough so Miles can yank the toy from him and skips toward Alex and Charlie.

“Very good, Alex.” Charlie nods. “That is Mun-Mun.”

“Mun-Mun!” Alex repeats excitedly.

“Hey– that’s not…” Edmund, or Mun-Mun stutters, growing redder by the seconds, knowing he’s being duped but unsure how to respond.

“That’s right, Alex.” Miles wants to cry again, but this time from relief and gratitude. “His name is Mun-Mun.”

“Mun-Mun!” Alex declares, while Mun-Mun flushes and runs out of the room in tears.

Edmund’s new nickname makes the rounds among the other cousins, and the boy’s annoyance with it only helps cement its popularity. Later, as the name reaches the ears of the adults, it is game over for Edmund. The second Kate hears her eldest being addressed as Mun-Mun, she has found the name so adorable and endearing, it sticks.

See? Having an older brother is so great for so many things.

---***---

“Mun-Mun? Are you here?” Miles’s dark curls and hazel eyes peek into the room, hoping to find his brother where he has last seen him. On the contrary with his usual loud, carefree sprint/scream, the boy is putting extra effort into being as quiet as possible. Charlie and he are currently on a top secret, covert, dangerous, self-appointed (has he mentioned secret?) mission, so naturally, Miles does not want their nosy Bassett cousins to find out about it. Especially not Belinda.

Edmund still occupies the seat where Miles has seen him five minutes ago, completely immersed in Mario Kart. Looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Miles tiptoes toward his brother, before shaking his shoulder as hard as he can.

“Mun-Mun! Mun-Mun! We need your help!” Startled, Edmund’s cart takes a hard left off the lane.

“Do not call me that!” The older boy scowls, but pauses his game anyway. He is only begrudgingly resigned to his fate after all. One must still protest against such a ridiculous name as ‘Mun-Mun’ on the basis of principles. “What do you want?”

“There’s a cake in the kitchen!” Miles says, barely able to contain his excitement.

Edmund is unimpressed.

“So? We won’t be allowed any until after dinner anyway.”

“You don’t understand! There’s a cake in the kitchen and there’s nobody around!”

“Nobody around? What do you mean? Where’s Cook?” Edmund is still hesitant.

Impatient, Miles pulls on his big brother’s arm as hard as he can (which doesn’t do much), straining as he does. 

“I don’t know. Who cares? Mun-Mun, there’s cake . It’s big . And they put it up so high. You’re the only one who can reach it.”

“You already had two biscuits just now.” Edmund reminds him. “Both you and Charlie.”

“We’re not going to eat it.” Miles argues. “We just want to know what it looks like. Where it comes from. Please , Edmund, it’s So. Big.” He pleads, making one more attempt at yanking his brother away from the chair and ends up sitting on the ground. “Hurry. Charlie is keeping watch in the kitchen. We must get there before the Bassets find out!”

The mention of the Bassets in a competitive context piques Edmund’s interest. His own curiosity seals the deal. How big is this cake? 

“Just a peek, okay?” He says to Miles. “One peek, and then we’ll put it back where it belongs.”

“Promise!” Miles breaks out into a brilliant smile. “One peek. The quickest, tiniest peek in the entire world!”

---***---

It is neither a quick peek nor is it tiny.

In their defence, first and foremost, it is a big cake. An enormous cake. A gorgeous cake. Two-tiered, elegantly and decadently frosted, luxuriated with a generous pour of chocolate ganache. It is the kind of cake that, to their knowledge, must be what heaven looks like, made even more enchanting by the fact that they cannot have it. It is the kind of cake that demands one take time to take in all its beauty.

Secondly, as Edmund is just about to close the lid of the cake box and return the pastry to where they have found it, the Basset children storm into the kitchen and demand to know what it was they were doing. Then big-mouthed Belinda threatens to tell the adults unless the Bridgerton boys let them see the cake as well. So Edmund has no choice but to open up the cake again. 

Really, it is not their fault.

“Who do you think it’s for?” asks Auggie.

“Perhaps there are some clues around…” Belinda, the aspiring detective, ponders. “Did you see any card attached to it?”

“No.” says Edmund.

“Interesting.” she rubs her fingers against her chin in contemplation. “Very interesting.” Then an idea pops in her head. “Maybe it was an assassin! Maybe the cake is poisoned!”

“Shut up, Belinda.” Miles contradicts her, purely on impulse. “It’s not poison.”

“How do you know that?” She questions him, in the most annoying tone she can muster, knowing he hates it.

“It just isn’t.” Miles responds, using an equally grating voice. “So shut up.”

“No, you shut up.”

“Both of you shut up!” Auggie reprimands them.

“Belinda might have a point, actually.” Charlie speaks up. Miles turns to his partner-in-crime with a look of utmost betrayal, while the youngest child in the kitchen offers his scientific insights “We don’t know where it was. The cake could be poisoned. It a plausible hippothis. We need to prove it though.”

“How do we do that?” asks Miles.

“I can do it!” Caroline, who believes she has superpowers, exclaims. “I have “tellycandysis”!” Without waiting for permission, she presses her face closer to the cake. “I’ll smell out the poison!”

Her big brother Auggie pulls her back by the collar when Caroline’s face is buried in the frosting.

“Ah! Let me go!” she flails. “I’m smelling it!”

“No, you’re not!” Miles accuses her, pointing at the creamy evidence all over her mouth. “You’re eating it.”

“No, I’m just smelling.” She denies. “I smell it with my mouth!”

“Look what you did!” Miles complains. “You ruined it.” He gestures at the Caroline-shaped indentation on the frosting.

“She didn’t mean to.” Loyally, Belinda comes to her sister’s defence. “Besides, she proved it, didn’t she? Now we know the cake is not poisoned, thanks to Caroline.”

Auggie comes to their aid.

“It doesn’t look so bad. Just move the other bits around to cover that spot she made and no one will notice it.”

“That’s true,” agrees Belinda.

 “Right.” says Edmund.

“I guess.” Miles reluctantly concedes.

…

Nobody moves. All of their eyes are still trained on the delicious looking cake.

“What if–” Miles suggests conspiratorially. “What if the poison is inside the sponge?”

Belinda agrees immediately.

“Possibly. Assassins are sneaky.”

Charlie encourages him.

“Good hippothis, Miles.”

“But then–” Auggie questions. “How do we find that out? Without anyone noticing?”

For a few seconds there is silence. Then Charlie, ever living up to his name as the son of a scientist, speaks up.

“We can–” He starts hesitantly. “We can cut four pieces off the bottom and turn it into a square cake?”

“Yeah, that would work.”

“Good idea, Charlie.”

“Square cakes are better than round cakes anyway.”

“Cut it.”

Being the tallest and strongest of the bunch, Edmund proclaims himself the cake-cutter. Clutching the child-friendly cake knife with both hands, the boy tentatively approaches the giant pastry.

“Oh right, I’m doing it. Everybody stay back!” He warns the other children with the utmost seriousness of a specialised expert about to diffuse a bomb.

Four pieces are removed cleanly and divided among six children under Edmund’s careful incisions, explosion-free.

“Well, we know that the cake is not poisoned now.” muses Auggie, licking frosting off his fingers.

“Agree.” says Belinda absent-mindedly, taking a huge messy bite off the piece between her hands.

“That's because I smell out all the poison first.” exclaims Caroline with a mouthful.

“I guess I can put the cake away now.” says Edmund.

His suggestion is only met with dead silence, including his own. All six faces, smeared with frosting, are still directed at the cake, unspoken longing tangible in their eyes.

“It–” whispers Miles. “It doesn’t look as good as before, does it?”

“No. Now it looks all uneven.”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be the same shape all the way around.”

“So what do we do?”

“What if–” Edmund speaks up. He supposes, as the cake cutter, he ought to take charge in this matter, “what if I cut all the edges off and make it like a big round column?”

This decision is met with unanimous support.

In his peripheral vision, Miles notices Charlie carefully break off a piece of his second serving and put it away.

“Are you saving that for later?” Miles turns his gaze to the younger boy’s pant pocket, where the piece has just disappeared. Finding Charlie’s shirt has risen up over his belly, Miles pulls the hem back down for him. Don’t let your belly be cold , he remembers Amma said to him, whenever his shirt rolls up like Charlie’s has, before she kisses his belly and fixes his shirt so it covers him up again. Miles does not want to kiss Charlie’s belly. Belly kisses are for Mums and Dads only, he thinks. But the other thing Miles can do, unintentionally leaving a sticky handprint on the front of Charlie’s shirt while he is at it.

“No,” Charlie shakes his head. “This for Alex. He wants cake too I think.”

Miles considers it. Babies eat cake too?? He never thought about it like that. But if they do, won’t it be unfair for his Charlotte not to have cake, just because she cannot walk and ask for it like older children? Poor Charlotte, don’t be sad. I’ll bring you cake . He thinks this, then shoves a fistful of cake into his pocket as well, before finishing his share.

The second they take another sweet, spongy bite, both Miles and Charlie completely forget that they have cake in their pants.

“I’ll put the cake away now. Everybody get out.” Edmund shoos the rest of them out of the kitchen, and they comply happily. Their cherubic cheeks glisten with chocolate and cream, our children are content in a haze of sugary bliss, completely oblivious to the very visible evidence of their crime. For at least 30 minutes, the five get along swimmingly, synchronised in their energetic, glucose-fueled giddiness.

Until they start fighting again and realise that their usual, Edmund-sized mediator is nowhere around to mediate among them.

Without having to utter a word, all five rush back to the kitchen.

The cake that should have been returned to where it belongs in the fridge is still where they last saw it, Edmund has not yet moved it. In fact, he is still standing over it. The pastry now bears more resemblance toward an upside down bell than a column.

“Mun-Mun. What the heck?!” Miles yells, breaking his older brother out of his trance.

Realising what he has done, Edmund repacks and puts away the evidence in a flash of panicky blur. “Nobody tells my Dad!! Especially you , Miles!” he throws back a warning, before disappearing in a metaphorical, and even possibly literal, dust cloud, taking great advantage of the fact that none of the others can catch up with him.

Edmund’s original plan has been to excuse himself immediately after dinner, scurry off to his bed and pretend to be fast asleep. Unfortunately for him, however, their deeds are uncovered almost right away.

If the remnants of frosting and chocolate on the corners of their mouths have not already posed a line of questioning, the agonised cry of Charlie and Miles bursting into tears in discovering their thoughtful gifts melted into a mushy, sticky mess certainly would.

The ensuing chaos results in uproarious laughter among the adults. Even young Edmund’s and Miles’s Dad and Uncle Simon cannot hold back their chuckles. Grandma Violet doubles herself over in fits of giggles, her laugh lines crinkle. She sits the oldest four children down around her and recalls the story of how she meets Grandpa Edmund, a meeting that involves a blueberry pie heist. 

Meanwhile, Kate and Benedict busy themselves with consoling their respective desolate child. Kate assures Miles that Charlotte is still too small for cake as she rocks him back and forth in her arms, as the boy grabs a fistful of her raven hair in his palm and sniffles into it.

Charlie needs a little bit more convincing.

“I– I really wanted to get Alex cake.” He manages to say between wet sobs into his Dad’s shoulder. “I really did!”

“I know, love.” Benedict strokes his hair and tucks the hem of his shirt back into his waistband. Another piece of clothing becomes too small. “That is so very kind of you. Alex knows that.”

“No he doesn’t!” Charlie shakes his head vehemently. “He a baby. He just knows if you give him things or not. He doesn’t know if you tried.” He clutches his Dad tighter. “He’ll think I hate him if everybody has cake and he doesn’t. And I don’t. I don’t hate him at all!”

What a smart, perceptive little thing his son is. Benedict wonders which one of them he gets that from.

“I assure you, mon petit loup , your brother knows you love him.” He wipes the tears off the boy’s face. They grow up so fast. Too fast . “He loves you too. And it’s not too late, you know? You can still give him cake now.”

Charlie pauses his sobbings to mull over that option. Oh right, he can do that. There is still cake left. The original piece he intended to reserve for Alex was better, or course, for obvious yet undecipherable reasons. But he supposes he can make up for it if his Dad helps him cut an even bigger slice.

Charlie gets to feed his some cake after all. Alex bounces giddily in Sophie’s lap, the taste of cake further strengthens Charlie’s idol position in his little heart. 

As for Edmund, he never forgets the date of his birthday ever again.

And for all of them, their little group, the legend of The Cake on that fateful day would go on to feature in the toast at each of their subsequent weddings. It is implicitly agreed upon that none of them would let the others live it down.

[ninasbookshelf]

Book Recs Based on Taylor Swift Albums

'Tis the damn season of Taylor Swift's Eras Tour! In celebration I have put together reading recommendations based on each of Taylor’s albums.

Some of Taylor's songs are (seemingly) inspired directly by specific books or media, so I tried to stray from those and recommend something different. Also, I aimed for books that I think capture the theme/feeling of the entire album, rather than books that follow the story of one particular song. 

...Ready for it? Here goes.

(Also I’m tired, so there may be some minor book spoilers… no promises.) 

Taylor Swift (Debut)- I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson

I’ll Give You the Sun captures the vibrancy of Taylor’s self-titled debut album, and delves into the challenges of youth and the journey to finding where we belong in the world. Both the album and book showcase the loneliness and betrayals that happen during adolescence. They also look at love and what it means to love someone. This isn’t just romantic love either; there are friendships, familial love… and ok, there’s romance too. 

Fearless - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Hear me out. Wuthering Heights is dark, yes, but it is mainly a story of passion; powerful, lively moments, both positive and negative. It’s a story full of life, and so is Fearless. In both there are love stories and there are fights, there are betrayals and misunderstandings, and in Wuthering Heights the characters are, mostly, physically very near each other… just on The Other Side of the Door. Both Fearless and Wuthering Heights are rollercoasters charting the ups and downs of their protagonists’ relationships. Someday I’ll write an essay dedicated to comparing the two in more detail, but for now I’ll stop here.

Speak Now - Seven Faceless Saints (SFS) by M.K. Lobb

Ok, I might be reaching here because I just read this and want to talk about it, but watch me make it work. Roz and Damian (the main characters of SFS) dated for years before Damian was drafted, and since his return to Ombrazia there has been tension between the two due to both personal vendettas and political differences. As they’re forced to work together, they begin to understand each other, they grapple with their pasts, the things that haunt them, the things that make them push for revenge… they build a relationship again, they reflect on the way their lives used to be and the tumult that caused the breakdown. The victory in SFS is a bit darker in tone than Long Live, but I think it still works. 

Red - If I Had Your Face by Frances Cha

This one is a given for me. Both Red and If I Had Your Face capture the turbulence and confusion of being a woman in your twenties (give or take). They show both the magic and madness of romantic relationships. They show the pain of being older and wiser, how we can look at other women who are still full of hope and see how everything could go wrong. Heartbreak, power, and female friendship; it’s all there.

1989 - The Sun Is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon

Welcome to New York! The Sun Is Also a Star follows two teens, Natasha and Daniel, through an event- and emotion-filled day in NYC. It’s romantic and silly and magical, until very suddenly… the pain of reality returns. This one’s YA, but I think it fits really well with 1989. 

Reputation - The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

I love love this comparison. Secret relationships, crimes and getaway cars, breakups and betrayals and finally, eventually, realizing that the people we surround ourselves with are what really matters in life… yeah.

Lover - Book Lovers by Emily Henry

It’s only fitting that Lover gets a romance novel (and I promise I didn’t just pick this particular book because it has “lover” in the title). Book Lovers features a literary agent named Nora who is determined to go above and beyond for her clients. If she were a man, she’d be the man. It’s a realistic romance, complete with a cruel summer and characters who find comfort in each other after many failed relationships… but can it last?  

folklore - Little Women by Louisa May Alcott or Sorrow and Bliss by Meg Mason

There’s a lot going on in folklore; it showcases Taylor’s storytelling skills in an achingly beautiful light. There are several different stories happening on the album, some of which are intertwined. I can’t pass up recommending Little Women, because the relationships these women share with each other, and their romances throughout the different stages of their life, are represented thoroughly in folklore’s tracklist. There are hard feelings and mistakes, heartache and the harshness of reality, and the realization that sometimes things aren’t meant to be, no matter how much we might want them to be. 

However, as someone who has spent too much not enough time watching Jo and Laurie x folklore compilations on Youtube, I feel like folklore/Little Women is a commonly made connection… (or maybe I’m way too deep into that rabbit hole). SO, to add some variety, I wanted to share a second recommendation that I think also fits with the general feeling folklore creates. 

Sorrow and Bliss by Meg Mason particularly fits with the more mature stories on the album. It involves  characters looking back on their pasts and seeing the connections and divisions in their relationships, and grappling with how things are vs what could’ve been. The book focuses heavily on mental health and how it affects our relationships with ourselves and the people we care about. 

I’ll share one of my favorite quotes: “Martha, no marriage makes sense. Especially not to the outside world. A marriage is its own world.” Just like in folklore, Sorrow and Bliss includes a deep dive into the protagonist’s personal relationships and how those relationships can grow and change over time.

evermore - I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith

Set in a crumbling castle in rural England, I Capture the Castle shares the mystique and pining encapsulated in Taylor Swift’s evermore. There’s unrequited love, secret devotions, and the ache left by empty promises and tainted relationships. And of course, everything is happening surrounded by overwhelming pastoral beauty. It’s the perfect matchup to evermore.

Midnights - Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid

A second TJR feature! I feel like there’s a song here for every major event in DJATS. The madness of relationships; the idolization of celebrities vs what they were actually going through; parties, affairs, love and questions; loss and betrayal and reflections on the past… It’s all there. 

And that’s all ten! I got tired near the end, so I apologize if any of this is confusing. If you have questions or comments about any of these book recs, please reach out to me! I’d love to talk more about them. 

I’m thinking of doing more in-depth book recommendations for Taylor's discography, where I pick one book for each of her songs. I’d do these on an album-by-album basis. If you're interested, let me know! 

[siphoklansan]

1,000 𝐟𝗼𝐥𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝗺𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧🍾🎉

꧁𝐏𝐢𝐧-𝐂𝐡𝐚꧂

ปิญชาน์ (ทองคำ) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“Legends say that these signs are the births of angels.”

Height : 119 cm.

Birthday : 25th of January

Age : 8

Homeland : Unknown

Best Subject : Unknown

Club : Home Economics

Talents : Can clean very well

Hobby : cleaning, reading storybooks

Dislikes : crows

Favorite Food : Asian Pear (สาลี่), honey

Least Favorite Food : seafood.

꧁𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜꧂

- "𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐝𝐲" The ability to summon small tiny golden spirits, about the size of wisps, by blowing a conch shell into a song. The user is then able to control these spirits. However, it is a docile ability. The spirits are too small to be aggressive. But who knows if they will grow larger by the age of the user….

- 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝗼𝗺 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 : Legends say that if a child is born from a conch shell, it means that an angel has been born. The truth in this legend remains unknown. However, due to Pin-Cha being born born from said conch, he has a unique ability to contact and communicate with spirits.

- 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 : Highly sensitive to magic and can see ghosts, spirits, demons, or supernaturals of the like.

꧁𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐢𝐧-𝐂𝐡𝐚꧂

- Pin-Cha is inspired by a character from a Thai literature piece called “สังข์ทอง” (Sang-Tong). Which directly translates to “Golden Conch”. The story is about a woman who gave birth to a conch! It is also a legend that, as stated above, if a child is born from a conch (or if you gave birth to it) it means that an angel has been born! Kinda weird, but fascinating in its own way🕺✨

- That said, his name “Pin-Cha” means “Gold”. I was looking for synonyms for gold in Thai and thought this sounded kinda cute😭 his name kinda sounds like “pinch”. Gotta make a dad joke with that some day-

- I struggled a lot with his hair- it���s very different from the first draft. And his eyes were supposed to be big and round😞 but I still liked how he turned out! I’ll draw his OG eyes in comics next time💓

- In the story, from how I remember, every time the mother goes out, a young boy (Sang-Tong) would come out of the conch and start cleaning the house. He would immediately go back in once his mother comes back. That’s why I made Pin-Cha’s ability to be quite docile, so he can use those spirits to help him clean the halls of Royal Sword Academy🫶

- Pin-Cha doesn’t wear shoes. But he has these two rings on his ankles that have bells on them. So every time he walks runs, you will here TINGLE TINGLE TINGLKEKJTINGW TING TING TINGJNGJRIFJEKF yeah. That’s when you know he’s near 🔔

꧁𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐢𝐧-𝐂𝐡𝐚꧂

- He’s quite timid and shy, very soft spoken and polite. Pin-Cha is all-in-all a good boy— the golden boy of royal sword academy (some might say.)

- Pin-Cha has never known his parents. The only parental figure he’s ever had, and still has, is the headmaster of Royal Sword Academy. The headmaster is a father figure to Pin-Cha, and the boy wishes he could call the headmaster “papa” some day.

- The headmaster allows Pin-Cha to attend classes, and the boy does! Even though he doesn’t understand what the lessons are all about, he still likes to observe how a lecture works. But he usually cleans the academy most of the time.

- Although Pin-Cha is a sweet boy, he sometimes wishes he was….cool.

- Because when he was allowed to visit Night Raven College, he immediately laid eyes on a rowdy group of students. A red-haired boy with a heart on his cheek, another boy with a spade on his cheek, a young girl and a…talking cat?

- He saw how much they laughed together. He saw how much they do all sorts of weird things— especially that talking cat and the girl. Pin-Cha just wished he could climb trees and act crazy like they do.

- And then he began his “rebellious” journey….the most he did was eat pizza with a fork (he thought that was evil.)

- Pin-Cha still has a long way to go , it seems!✨

Bonus!✨ (this is the first draft a d full-body)

*cue me taking off my glasses in shock while staring at the screen* BECAUSE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL I DID NOT EXPECT MY ACCOUNT TO GET SO FAR??? I SERIOUSLY CANNOT THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME AND ENJOYING MY WORKS!🥹💓 Seriously, though. I’m really grateful for you all! All the reblogs and comments always make my day. And thank you so much for being patient (again) for putting up with my hiatus-ass cuz damn commissions are beating my ass up (as well as school and burnout but we don’t talk about that—)

Anyway, I still have a lot- and I mean A LOT of more works up my sleeves like the late Anan birthday card, a mutual of mine’s birthday art, two big projects and many more💖💖 I hope you guys enjoy this little cutie patootie while I clear up all my commissions so I can come back online again💞💞🥹🫶🫶

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TC!dad!JK

due to your various pregnancies, the king’s expert team of physicians developed a method where it was easier to determine whether you were pregnant or not through drawing blood. from using certain chemicals and herbs, the physicians FINALLY managed to get an accurate depiction on your pregnancies through bloodwork and now that they’ve developed a tedious yet effective task to test those results, determining whether nami was truly pregnant or not came easy and quickly since the young lady was not pregnant.

“hmm hmm hmmm~” you hum to yourself while washing your long locks of hair that you’ve been dying to cut. you sink your body in the warm water of the large tub before thinking out loud about what you need to do today.

after you finish cleaning your body, you step out of the tub and reach for your towel but before it’s in your reach-

“YN YN YNNNN! Baby!!! Look I’ve got the results- well through this paper we will get to know if she’s indeed carrying my bloodline- NAMI OF COURSE!”

“jesus, jungkook!“ you shriek as you stand in all your naked glory and you don’t miss when jungkook sizes your physique from head to toe. your long hair only accentuates your features but before he can get too carried away, he rips open the envelope and reads the results; nami’s results.

“n-negative? she’s not pregnant?” you say as you reach for your robe and put it on before taking the paper and reading it for yourself:

name: CHOI NAMI

blood type: B

height: unknown

weight: unknown

pregnant: NEGATIVE

it is determined that CHOI NAMI is not carrying a child after tedious examination and multiple tests on her bloodwork.

authorized by: DR. LEE DAE-SUNG

“wow” you say as your eyes read over the information over and over. although you are a bit disappointed, you’re scared to pass the news to your son who was convinced that nami was pregnant with his child. you wonder if nami even knows if she’s pregnant or if she was convinced that she is pregnant.

“I KNEW HE SNUCK THAT GIRL IN!!“ you gasp when jungkook reveals to you that jinseoul brought nami in the palace, which is VERY dangerous.

“ae-cha knew about it. she had to have known. that’s why she didn’t tell us where he was. your kids are in SO much trouble. especially jinseoul” you say as you hand jungkook the papers before grabbing another towel to dry your wet hair with.

“i don’t know what we’re going to do with him but he isn’t allowed to meet, talk, or even see that girl anymore”

He knows that it’s not the time to be horny when you are fuming at your oldest children for causing so much trouble and yes, Jungkooks so angry too, but overall he’s relieved to be not becoming at grandpa at 42.

You look so hot with your eyebrows furrowed as you bite your lower lip, as you tighten your silk robe around your pretty waist, he’s busy gawking at you shamelessly while humming occasionally but when you say ‘your’ he’s offended.

“Hello? Our children yn- remember we created them TOGETHER.” He reminds you rolling his eyes, “and just to let you know we have the girl captured as she is in the dungeons right now..” he sighs, “ she was captured leaving the palace, and she’s been charged with forced intrusion.” He shrugs.

Whatever you want to do with her, he will leave that decision to you, “yn… of course he won’t see that girl again.. but we have to understand that he’s in love… maybe if he works hard enough to prove himself worthy… he can see her, but after I’m done with the background check on her.” Jungkook can’t believe that he’s actually defending his son like that but he is also a man that is deeply in love.

He knows what it’s like to be in love.

“maybe it’s puppy love and it’s going to go away because there is going to be a lot of girls that are going to come and go from his life… I’ve only had one girl on my mind you know that.” He winks.

And that is true because since he was 10 years old, he has been in love with you.

“Yn… come on get ready and let’s summon the children- only jinseoul and ae-cha.” it is never easy to be a father, and to have the courage to actually punish your children..

He remembers being punished for the smallest things, he remembers being beaten up, he remembers, sometimes even being starved when his mother was not aware of around. He remembers being forced to train until his legs gave out or his injuries bled through his clothes.

He never had a crown, prince Life style and he wants to give jinseoul exactly what he got to experience,…

He doesn’t want to become that kind of father to his children, but jinseoul needs to understand the difference between foe’s and Allies.

Maybe Nami is not good for him

What even convinced her that she was expecting? It’s still disappointed him to know, and that he actually has sexual relations with that young girl as soon as he turned 18… but he’s willing to let that go.

Even though it is a taboo to touch anyone, that’s not your wife or your concubine or consort… that is the least of his worries, however.

Jungkook watches you dress yourself up without the help of any court lady this time, you pick up a beautiful lilac dress, it is gorgeous you look gorgeous.

It accentuates your breasts, he is a pervert for noticing that, but you’re his beloved wife, and he is free to think about however, he wants to about you.

“Yeah baby there is your crown- yeah the purple stone one.” He picks it up before you can and he said sit on your wet hair after you’re done fixing it into a beautiful bun.

“ I have the most gorgeous wife ever..” he’s fawning over you right now, you blush a little at his fixated stare at your figure. “Sorry… let’s go together to the hall.” He is now holding his hand so you will hold it.

Time to break the news to jinseoul.