Break my heart, Covey
Pairings: Lara Jean Song-Covey + Peter Kavinsky
Summary: Sort of, the getting back together scene that we all wanted to see.
Lara Jean had just told him, that she loved him - if it was possible, he would be floating on a hypothetical cloud (like in the romcoms that Lara Jean loves so much). He kissed her with as much love as he could give to her though his multiple kisses. Despite them being broken up, he still wanted to make sure that she would be getting home ok how that it has begun to snow.
When they'd pulled away, Peter rests his hand delicately on her cheek, looking into her eyes with his 'upgraded heart eyes' that Greg and Trevor had mocked him about. "Why did you come out? Isn't the party still happening?" He asked his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly to his body.
"I was going to go looking for you," she admits. He felt one of her hands that were wrapped around his neck move up into his hair and fiddled with the strands she found there. Gen had never played with his hair the entire they were together - Lara Jean was always playing with his hair, it made him so blissed out that he had fallen asleep on her a few times.
He gives her a smile, then planting a soft and loving kiss on her forehead. He had noticed her dress the moment she came rushing out of the front door of Belleview. "Let me have a look at you, Lara Jean,"
Peter takes her hand and raises it - a signal that she should twirl around. The tulle layers lifted when she spun around in a small circle. "Beautiful," he tells her, as the front door opened once more. A sweet older lady walked out.
"Lara Jean," she starts, before seeing the young woman in question in the arms of a young man who loves her with every fibre of his being. "I presume that this is your Peter," she gently asks, making Lara Jean looking up at Peter.
Peter gives her a hopeful smile. 'Your Peter'? Lara Jean's Peter, like how when Lara Jean met his grandma for the first time - she called her Peter's Laura Jean, despite the mispronunciation it made butterflies flutter. Were they back together? He could only hope and wish - wish on every four-leaf clover he could find; every shooting star that he sees, every wishbone he'd break and win; every birthday candle, eyelash and dandelion he would ever blow out or away. He would always be her Peter, a very large portion of his heart would always belong to her, he could easily see himself spending the rest of his life with her - he would be broke if she never took him back.
She smiled back at him, moving closer into his arms (even though there wasn't much room left to snuggle into), and then said, "Yeah, this is my Peter," Lara Jean almost echoed, and Peter felt his heart skyrocket. He had Lara Jean back! At this moment in time, he doesn't think he could be happier.
"I'm glad you two worked it out," she smiled, resting a hand on Lara Jean's shoulder. "Keep the dress, sweetheart, she tells Lara Jean, before going back inside.
Lara Jean smiles at the door, and turned back around to Peter - who asked her, "Who's that?"
"That's Stormy," Lara Jean told him, he'd hear a few stories about the sweet woman since Lara Jean started volunteering there. "It's John Ambrose's grandmother," she tells him and watches his eyebrows skyrocket into his hairline.
"Wow, I must admit she's doing well for her age," Peter says, pulling Lara Jean into his chest as she nuzzles her head into the said chest - he doesn't know why she does this, but it's the most adorable thing to him.
His girlfriend nods in his chest, then Peter's head came down to rest on top of hers. A gentle sigh, he feels completely at home in her arms. Lara Jean had told him that her 'dream man' was Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables. Because of her, he'd been reading the series, and was about to start Anne of Windy Poplars - but one thing that the character said, stuck with him.
'There would never be anyone for me but you'.
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Random
No real lore written for today, only random ramblings I made with no real rime or reason behind their words. Make of these what you will, its all up to your interpretation. Also my Shift key was broken throughout the writing so prepare for improper capitalization.
Hearts of gold, tongues of silver, and souls as black as pitch. The pain of all life itself is harbored within their pitiful existences. They live to do what is best for all yet they themselves will never rest. Reapers are what we call them, but it would be better to call them Heroes. the souls wander the lands and reap those pour souls who have lost their mortal life, off the once again revisit the cycle and be born anew. Unlike most religions, they have no control over their next life. It could be inspiring and one for the betterment of mankind, or it could be a man who is in search of the destruction of all life. all that is really true is that the cycle will continue always until either Titus(god of death) or all the reapers are dead. The cycle will persevere until there is no life left to revive and replicate. Then souls will be meaningless and slowly dissipate into the abyss of death.
(Random writing with no real lore)
Heartless god, being of suffering and pain, what say you to the people you affect? What say you, demon of torment, to the men and women you have inflicted your curse upon? What say you, Monstrosity of anguish, to the many forests and animals that you have not spared in your ever moving wake. WHAT SAYS YOU, IMMORTAL MISERY AND DAMNATION, what says you to the thousands of living and nonliving creations of the other gods that you have tormented and soiled with your torturous soul? you hold the key to all of life and yet you choose to rip them apart as if they are no more than a plaything for your manipulation?!
Take these as you will, I appreciate you for even seeing these words on your screen. I hope your day gets better, no matter how that happens.
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P.S i still love you !
Childe x reader ☆ smau
Synopsis — Are his dreams coming true ? his high school crush suddenly appears to be his secretary! But those dreams were shattered when realizing you don't remember him at all. Will you give him a chance? or will the past repeat itself in where you reject him once more?
Genre — Boss/employee troupe, GN! reader, kdrama inispred smau hehe,cheesy and corny, fluff,crack, minimal angst, Childe had a crush on the reader but was turned down in highschool, childe is sort of a loser and simp, y/n is cool 🙏
Status — Not started yet!(will start after or when my scara smau is ending)
💌 — feedback and reblogs are appreciated!
Chapters: tba...
Business only × Job hunters !
Act 1 ★
01 — fired
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Hhstsrgazersau?
YeP! The #HHStargazersAU or Hazbin Hotel Stargazers Alternate Universe (if we wanna get super technical about it) is an idea I've been cooking up for a bit and it's still boiling. We still have a few world building stuff to do before I can REALLY get to the thick of it's coflict, but I'm quite excited to get this idea out of my head (and hopefully into all of yours). Until then, please look forward to it! ^v^
Fun fact: If you're wondering why I call it the HH "Stargazers" AU (since it's not really a spoiler), it came from my idea of what to call a Vaggie & Alastor "protective partners" duo. As they're both "watching" over their respective MorningSTARS, I thought it'd be really fun to call them "STARGAZERS" in general and it works for this AU too as it's about an Angel & a Demon guarding and guiding their chosen person in some way. -Bubbly💙
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My heart breaks into pieces as we aren't even friends, but I still want so much more. You probably think I hate you because when you look at me, my face is dead. Yet the truth is my body has forgotten what it means to breathe. You steal the air away from my lungs. My thoughts turn to fuzz. Unformed sentences turn to dust on my tongue. Then you're gone, to her. She probably deserves you more than I ever could. And you probably need her more than you would ever need me. But my heart still searches for the remote posability of there being something in nothing. So I send this into the metaverse as an ode to myself. Hoping I can move on, knowing I never will. Cursed to stay awake at night daydreaming of what we could be.
Sincerely,
My Delusions
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