#and i sincerely felt happy about living and having a future

[gojonegs]

Eternal Promise: A Tale of Love and Loss.

synopsis: In the enchanting world of 'Eternal Promise: A Tale of Love and Loss,' Y/N, a spirited sorcerer, shares a deep and joyful bond with Satoru, her beloved partner. Together, they navigate life's ups and downs with laughter and love, their shared dreams weaving a tapestry of hope for the future. But it all changes quickly when tragedy strikes, shattering their idyllic existence and plunging them into a world of grief and despair. Through the lens of their once vibrant relationship, 'Eternal Promise explores the transformative power of love in the face of life's most devastating challenges.

wc: 4.8k

warning: fluff to angst to fluff! Happy ending anyway enjoy.

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In the bustling halls of Jujutsu High School, amidst the chaos of students and teachers bustling about, Satoru Gojo and I shared a quiet moment together, our fingers intertwined as we sat on a bench in the courtyard.

The warm afternoon sun cast dappled shadows through the trees, creating a serene atmosphere that enveloped us in a cocoon of tranquility. It was a rare moment of peace amidst our hectic lives as Jujutsu sorcerers, and we savored every precious second of it.

Satoru's eyes gleamed mischievously as he glanced at me, a playful grin spreading across his face. "You know, Y/N, they say love is like jujutsu: unpredictable, powerful, and sometimes it makes you want to scream into the void."

I chuckled softly, leaning my head against his shoulder. "You've definitely mastered the art of charming metaphors, Satoru," I replied, my voice tinged with amusement.

Satoru's grin widened, his gaze softening as he looked at me. "Only because I have the most inspiring muse," he said, his tone sincere.

I felt my cheeks flush at his words, a warm fluttering sensation spreading through my chest. "You always know just what to say, don't you?" I said, unable to hide the affection in my voice.

Satoru shrugged casually, but I could see the hint of pride in his eyes. "What can I say? It's a gift," he quipped, earning a playful shove from me.

As we sat together, lost in the comfort of each other's presence, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. In that moment, it was just Satoru and me, two souls intertwined in a bond that defied all logic and reason.

And as we sat there, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as I had Satoru by my side, I could face anything with courage and grace.

We remained there for what felt like an eternity, content to simply be in each other's company, our fingers laced together as if nothing else in the world mattered. The sounds of the bustling school faded into the background, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft whispers of the breeze.

With each passing moment, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into the warmth of Satoru's presence, his easy laughter and infectious charm wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Despite the blindfold covering his eyes, he exuded an aura of confidence and assurance, as if he could see right through to the depths of my soul.

And as I gazed into the darkness behind his blindfold, I knew that he felt the same way, his unwavering gaze filled with an unspoken affection that spoke volumes more than words ever could. In that shared moment of understanding, we were no longer just two sorcerers bound by duty and destiny; we were partners, confidants, and soulmates.

But even as the outside world continued to spin around us, threatening to intrude upon our sanctuary of peace, we held onto that moment with all our might, unwilling to let it slip away. In each other's arms, we found solace, strength, and a love that transcended time and space.

Eventually, the sounds of approaching footsteps shattered the stillness of our reverie, signaling the end of our moment of respite. With a shared sigh, we reluctantly pulled away from each other, knowing that duty called and we had to answer.

But as we rose to our feet, ready to face whatever challenges awaited us, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, as long as I had Satoru by my side, I could conquer them all with unwavering determination and unwavering love.

As we reluctantly rose to our feet, a familiar voice called out to us from across the courtyard. It was Principal Yaga, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the bustling students as he approached.

"Y/N, may I have a word with you?" he asked, his tone serious.

I exchanged a quick glance with Satoru before nodding and following Principal Yaga to a quieter corner of the courtyard.

"What's going on, Principal Yaga?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing sense of unease in my stomach.

Principal Yaga sighed heavily, his expression grave. "I've just received word from headquarters. It seems there's been a sighting of a Special Grade curse in the area, and it's causing quite a bit of havoc," he explained.

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of a special grade curse. They were the most dangerous of adversaries, and facing one alone would be a daunting task.

"I'm afraid I have no choice but to assign you to this mission, Y/N," Principal Yaga continued, his voice tinged with regret. "I know it won't be easy, but I trust that you're more than capable of handling it."

I nodded, a sense of determination burning within me. "I won't let you down, Principal Yaga. I'll do whatever it takes to protect the people," I said, my voice echoing with resolve.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Principal Yaga stepped aside, allowing me to make my preparations for the mission ahead. As I walked away, the weight of my impending task hung heavy in the air, but with each step, I knew that I had to face this challenge head-on, for the sake of those who relied on me.

As I returned to where Satoru was waiting, his expression immediately shifted to one of concern. "What did Principal Yaga want?" he asked, his tone laced with worry.

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze, trying to convey a sense of determination. "There's been a sighting of a Special Grade curse," I began, bracing myself for his reaction. "And Principal Yaga wants me to handle it alone."

Satoru's eyes widened in disbelief, and I could see the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "Alone? Why would he send you on such a dangerous mission by yourself?" He demanded, his voice rising with frustration.

I reached out to lay a hand on his arm, trying to calm his growing agitation. "I know it sounds risky, Satoru, but I believe I can handle it," I said, my voice steady despite the nerves churning in my stomach.

Satoru shook his head, his expression conflicted. "But what if something goes wrong? What if you need backup?" he argued, his concern for me shining through.

I squeezed his arm gently, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve. "I've trained for this, Satoru. I know the risks, but I also know my abilities," I said, trying to reassure him. "And I promise, if I need help, I'll call for backup. But for now, I need to do this on my own."

Reluctantly, Satoru nodded, his grip tightening around my hand. "Just promise me you'll be careful, Y/N," he said, his voice soft with concern.

I smiled gratefully, grateful for his understanding. "I will, Satoru. I promise," I replied, before turning to make my preparations for the mission ahead.

As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence, knowing that Satoru believed in me. And as I set off alone to confront the looming threat, I knew that, with his unwavering support, I could face whatever challenges awaited me with courage and determination.

As I ventured forth alone to confront the Special Grade curse, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the edges of my mind. Nevertheless, I pressed on, determined to prove to myself and to Satoru that I was capable of handling the mission.

Upon arriving at the location indicated by Principal Yaga, I found myself facing a seemingly straightforward encounter with a curse. It was a Grade 1 curse, far weaker than what I had anticipated, and I dispatched it with relative ease, my confidence growing with each passing moment.

However, as the dust settled and I prepared to return to the school, a sudden realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. The Grade 1 curse had been nothing more than a distraction—a decoy designed to lure me away while the true threat remained hidden.

My heart raced as I frantically scanned my surroundings, searching for any signs of the real Special Grade curse. And then I saw him, standing before me with a sinister grin, his presence radiating malevolence.

It was Mahito, the cursed spirit that Nanami and Yuji had warned us about. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, my blood running cold as I faced one of the most dangerous adversaries imaginable.

As Mahito and I faced off, the tension in the air was palpable, each of us poised for battle. With a flick of my wrist, I summoned forth my blood technique, crimson tendrils snaking through the air like serpents, ready to strike.

Mahito's grin widened, a glint of anticipation in his eyes as he prepared to unleash his own curse technique. "Impressive, little sorcerer," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "But let's see if you can handle this."

With a wave of his hand, Mahito sent a wave of dark energy hurtling towards me, the sheer force of it threatening to knock me off balance. I gritted my teeth, channeling my energy into a protective barrier as I braced myself for the impact.

The clash of our techniques sent shockwaves rippling through the air, each one vying for dominance in the chaotic battleground. As the dust settled, I could feel the strain of the battle weighing heavily on me, but I refused to back down.

"Is that the best you've got, Mahito?" I taunted, my voice filled with determination. "I expected more from the likes of you."

Mahito's grin faltered, replaced by a scowl of annoyance. "You dare to mock me, human?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'll make you regret those words."

With renewed determination, Mahito launched himself at me, his movements fluid and unpredictable. I met his attack head-on, countering with a flurry of strikes from my blood technique.

The clash of our powers echoed through the air, a symphony of chaos and destruction as we battled for supremacy. With each exchange, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, fueling my every move.

But even as the fight raged on, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of my mind. Mahito was a formidable opponent, his powers twisting and distorting reality itself. I knew that defeating him would require every ounce of strength and cunning I possessed.

And as the battle reached its climax, with neither of us willing to give ground, I knew that victory was within reach. With one final surge of determination, I unleashed a devastating blow, channeling all of my energy into a single, decisive strike.

But as the dust settled and I prepared to claim my victory, I realized with a sinking feeling in my chest that Mahito was nowhere to be found. He had slipped away in the chaos of battle, leaving behind only a sense of frustration and the lingering echoes of our fierce confrontation.

With a heavy sigh, I knew that our battle was far from over. Mahito may have escaped this time, but I would not rest until I had defeated him once and for all, proving to myself and to Satoru that I was more than capable of facing even the most formidable of foes.

As the dust settled and I prepared to claim victory, a sense of relief washed over me. I had fought Mahito to a standstill, and it seemed that he had finally been defeated. Or so I thought.

With trembling hands, I wiped the sweat from my brow, my heart still pounding in my chest from the intensity of the battle. But as I scanned the area, searching for any sign of Mahito's presence, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

There was no sign of him. No lingering trace of his cursed energy. It was as if he had simply vanished into thin air.

A sense of unease crept over me as I realized the truth. Mahito had slipped away once again, leaving me battered and bruised, but no closer to victory than before.

Just as I turned to leave, a sudden surge of darkness enveloped me from behind, knocking me off balance and sending me sprawling to the ground.

With a gasp of surprise, I turned to face my attacker, only to find Mahito standing over me, a malicious grin on his face. "Did you really think it would be that easy, little sorcerer?" he taunted, his voice dripping with scorn.

My heart raced as I realized my mistake. Mahito had used my momentary distraction to launch a surprise attack from behind, catching me off guard.

But even as the realization sank in, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to fight on. With every ounce of strength I possessed, I launched myself at Mahito, unleashing a flurry of blows with all the skill and precision I could muster.

The battle that followed was fierce and unforgiving, the odds stacked against me as Mahito unleashed his full fury upon me with relentless ferocity. But I refused to give up, drawing strength from the memory of Satoru's unwavering belief in me.

As the battle reached its climax, I could feel my energy waning, my muscles burning with exhaustion. But still, I pressed on, refusing to back down in the face of adversity.

And then, in a moment of perfect clarity, I saw my opportunity. With a burst of speed and determination, I unleashed a devastating combination of spells, each one aimed with deadly accuracy. Mahito staggered under the onslaught, his defenses faltering for the briefest of moments.

With one final surge of strength, I launched myself at Mahito, delivering a decisive blow that sent him sprawling to the ground.

As I stood over him, panting heavily and covered in sweat, a sense of triumph washed over me. I had defeated Mahito, proving to myself and to Satoru that I was more than capable of facing even the most formidable of foes.

But as I prepared to claim victory, a sudden surge of darkness enveloped me once again, and before I could react, Mahito was standing over me, his grin wider than ever.

"Nice try, little sorcerer," he sneered, his voice filled with malice. "But this battle is far from over."

With a sinking feeling in my chest, I realized that I had been deceived. Mahito had lured me into a false sense of security, allowing me to believe that I had won when, in reality, he had been biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As darkness closed in around me, I knew that the true battle was only just beginning. And with Mahito as my relentless adversary, the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But I refused to give up hope. With Satoru by my side, I knew that together, we could overcome even the most daunting of challenges.

As darkness closed in around me, memories of happier times flooded my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the moments I cherished most with Satoru.

I remembered the way his laughter echoed through the halls of the school, infectious and full of life. How his easy smile could chase away even the darkest of clouds, filling me with warmth and joy.

I recalled the countless hours we spent training together, his patient guidance and unwavering support pushing me to be the best sorcerer I could be. How his encouraging words never failed to lift my spirits, even in the face of adversity.

And then there were the quiet moments, just the two of us, lost in our own little world. The stolen glances and shy smiles, the whispered conversations that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

As I lay there, battered and broken, these memories became my lifeline, a source of strength and comfort in the darkness. They reminded me of the love and support I had received from Satoru, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow, even in the face of despair.

But just as quickly as they came, the memories faded, replaced once again by the harsh reality of the present. Mahito stood before me, his malicious grin a stark reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond reach.

With a heavy heart, I prepared to face my fate, knowing that I had fought with all the courage and determination I possessed. But even as darkness closed in around me, I held onto the hope that somewhere, somehow, Satoru was watching over me, ready to guide me home once more.

As darkness closed in around me, and Mahito's menacing presence loomed over me, a wave of despair washed over my soul. In that moment of uncertainty and fear, my thoughts turned to Satoru, the one person who had always been my guiding light in the darkest of times.

But as I struggled against the suffocating grip of darkness, a bitter realization swept over me like a cold, merciless wave. The memories of our time together—the laughter, the joy, the love—it all felt like a distant dream, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.

And in that moment, I knew with a heavy heart that I would not be guided back home to Satoru. The future we had imagined together, filled with hope and promise, now seemed nothing more than a cruel fantasy.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I faced the harsh reality of my fate, alone and powerless against the darkness that threatened to consume me. The thought of never seeing Satoru again, never feeling his comforting presence by my side, filled me with a profound sense of loss and sorrow.

But even as despair threatened to overwhelm me, a small glimmer of hope flickered deep within my soul. For in the depths of darkness, there was still a spark of light, a reminder of the love and strength that had sustained me through the darkest of times.

With one final, trembling breath, I whispered a silent prayer to the heavens, a plea for salvation, for redemption, for a chance to be reunited with the one I loved more than life itself.

But as the darkness closed in around me, swallowing me whole, I couldn't help but wonder if my plea would ever be answered. And as I slipped into oblivion, I clung to the memory of Satoru, my beacon of light in the endless sea of darkness, hoping against hope that someday, somehow, we would be together again.

"You thought you could stand against me?" Mahito's voice dripped with disdain, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "You're nothing but a weak, pathetic human. It's almost laughable how easily you've been defeated."

His words cut through me like a knife, each syllable laden with cruelty and malice. I gritted my teeth, refusing to let his taunts break my spirit, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling of hopelessness that threatened to overwhelm me.

As Mahito loomed over me, his grin widening with satisfaction, I knew that the battle was lost. In that moment of despair, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable. But even as darkness closed in around me, I clung to the faint glimmer of hope that still burned within me, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still a chance for redemption.

As Mahito's cruel words pierced through me like daggers, a profound sense of doubt and self-doubt enveloped my thoughts, shrouding them in a suffocating darkness. Was he right? Was I truly nothing more than a weak, insignificant human, destined to be crushed beneath the heel of those more powerful than me?

Questions plagued my mind relentlessly, each one more unsettling than the last, echoing in the depths of my consciousness like a haunting melody. What was the purpose of my existence, if not to be a pawn in the cruel game of cursed spirits and sorcerers? Did I even have a place in this world, or was I merely a fleeting shadow, destined to fade into obscurity?

With every passing moment, the weight of my doubts grew heavier, threatening to crush me beneath their oppressive burden. Was there any meaning to my struggles, any purpose to my suffering? The thought of continuing to fight in a world that seemed determined to crush me at every turn felt like an insurmountable challenge.

I questioned my worth, my abilities, my very essence. Was there anything about me that was truly worthy of recognition, of respect, of love? Or was I destined to remain forever in the shadows, a forgotten soul lost amidst the chaos and turmoil of the world?

As Mahito's mocking laughter echoed in the darkness, I felt myself slipping further into the abyss of doubt and self-loathing. And in that moment of utter despair, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps I would have been better off never existing at all.

The existential crisis that consumed me threatened to drown out any flicker of hope or resilience that remained within me. I felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty, unable to find solid ground upon which to anchor myself.

And as I grappled with these existential questions, I found no solace, no answers to ease the torment of my thoughts. Instead, I was left with only a profound sense of emptiness, a void that threatened to consume me from within, leaving nothing but darkness in its wake.

As I lay there, consumed by doubt and despair, Mahito's cruel laughter reverberated through the darkness, mocking my suffering. With a malicious gleam in his eyes, he raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow that would seal my fate.

I braced myself for the inevitable, resigned to my fate as his helpless victim. But even as fear gripped my heart, a small voice whispered within me, urging me to fight on, to cling to whatever shreds of hope remained.

With every fiber of my being, I summoned the strength to push back against the suffocating darkness, determined to defy Mahito until my last breath. But it was futile. I was no match for his overwhelming power and cruelty.

And then, with a flash of darkness, Mahito's hand descended, striking me with a force that sent shockwaves of pain coursing through my body. Agony engulfed me as I cried out in anguish, the world around me fading into oblivion.

In that moment of agony and despair, I knew that I had been defeated. Mahito had triumphed, his cruelty and malice snuffing out whatever flicker of hope remained within me.

As consciousness slipped away, I was left with only the haunting echoes of Mahito's laughter, a chilling reminder of the darkness that had consumed me. And in the end, as darkness closed in around me, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps oblivion was the only escape from the torment of my existence.

As darkness enveloped me and Mahito's final blow struck, pain surged through every fiber of my being, threatening to consume me whole. In that moment of agony, memories of happier times flooded my mind, a fleeting reprieve from the darkness that surrounded me.

I thought of Satoru, his laughter and warmth wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. I remembered the promise he had made to me, whispered in moments of quiet intimacy when the world seemed to stand still. The promise to marry me, to spend eternity by my side, bound together by love and devotion.

In the depths of despair, I clung to that promise, holding onto it with all the strength I had left. And as consciousness slipped away, I found solace in the thought of Satoru waiting for me on the other side, his smile a beacon of light in the endless darkness.

In my final moments, as I took my last breath, I whispered his name, a prayer on my lips as I surrendered to the void. And in that moment, I felt a sense of peace wash over me—a fleeting glimpse of happiness amidst the pain and suffering.

Even in death, I knew that Satoru would be with me, his love guiding me through the darkness and into the light. And as I slipped away into the unknown, I held onto the hope that somewhere, somehow, we would be reunited once more, bound together for eternity by the promise of a love that transcended even death itself.

As Yaga delivered the devastating news of Y/N's demise, a wave of anguish washed over Satoru, threatening to engulf him in a tempest of grief and despair. The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a dagger to his heart as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his loss.

"No, it can't be," Satoru whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper as he grappled with the reality of Y/N's death. His hands clenched into fists, trembling with suppressed emotion as he fought to hold back the flood of anguish threatening to consume him.

But as the truth of Y/N's fate sank in, Satoru's grief gave way to a burning rage unlike anything he had ever known. His eyes blazed with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"How could this happen?" He roared, his voice raw with pain and fury. The sound echoed through the halls of the school, reverberating with a primal intensity that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it. "She was supposed to be safe! I promised to protect her, and now she's gone!"

Every fiber of Satoru's being screamed out in anguish, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He felt as if he were drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find solid ground upon which to anchor himself.

In that moment of unbridled fury and anguish, Satoru's resolve hardened into steel. He would not rest until he had avenged Y/N's death, until he had hunted down every last cursed spirit responsible for her demise.

With a primal roar of anguish, Satoru unleashed his fury upon the world; his grief transformed into a tempest of righteous fury. His screams echoed through the night, a symphony of pain and rage that pierced the darkness with their intensity.

And as he set off into the night, his heart burning with a vengeful fire, he vowed to stop at nothing to bring justice to those who had dared to take Y/N from him. In that moment of unspeakable loss, Satoru swore an oath that would echo through the ages, a promise to avenge the one he loved with every fiber of his being.

As Satoru stood before Y/N's casket, his heart heavy with grief, a sense of numbness washed over him, dulling the pain of his loss to a dull ache. The funeral procession had been a blur of tears and mournful whispers, but now, as he faced the reality of Y/N's passing, the full weight of his sorrow crashed down upon him like a tidal wave.

With trembling hands, Satoru reached into his pocket, his fingers closing around the small velvet box that held the ring he had intended to propose to Y/N with. The ring, a symbol of their love and commitment to each other, felt heavy in his grasp, a reminder of the future they had planned together, now cruelly snatched away.

As he gazed down at Y/N's peaceful face, a sob caught in his throat, threatening to choke him with its intensity. He couldn't bear to say goodbye, couldn't bear to let go of the one person who had meant everything to him.

But as he looked into Y/N's serene expression, a sense of calm washed over him, a whispered reassurance that she was at peace. With tears streaming down his cheeks, Satoru opened the velvet box, revealing the gleaming ring nestled within.

With trembling hands, he carefully slipped the ring onto Y/N's finger, a silent promise of eternal love and devotion. It felt like a bittersweet farewell, a final gesture of affection to the one he had loved more than life itself.

As he stood there, lost in his grief, a sense of closure washed over him, a whisper of acceptance in the depths of his sorrow. Y/N may have been taken from him far too soon, but her memory would live on in his heart forever, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded him.

With one last lingering glance at Y/N's peaceful face, Satoru bowed his head in silent prayer, offering a final farewell to the love of his life. And as he turned to leave, a sense of peace settled over him, a whispered reassurance that even in death, their love would endure for all eternity.

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Upsi, I fooled you! Nah, to be honest, it also hurt me, but I had to get through it. 

Do not copy or translate; just don’t do anything with it. Reblogs are appreciated. hihi

#gojo jjk #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #angst with a happy ending #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk satoru #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #x reader #fem reader #reader x satoru

[tallymali]

i know this is a terrible awful ungrateful thing to say. but i sincerely hate my illness for not being terminal.

#i no longer have days when i wish to continue living #i went through all the childhood trauma and the failed suicide attempts #and i worked my ass off in therapy to get to a point where my brain was not a terrible place to live #and i sincerely felt happy about living and having a future #and then this happened. #and i dont know if i will ever live normally again #theres a chance im just gonna spend the rest of my life trapped inside my house numb from pain #so like. for the people who ask when im gonna post on onlyfans/reddit/whatever again: i dont know #i know you’re not asking that in an unkind way #i know its a compliment #but i truly dont know if ill even still be alive in a years time #i dont want to kms but i also dont have it in me to live my life like this #so yeah my answer to everything is i dont know and idk if i ever will know #sorry this is fuckin grim.

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ what I know to be true ⋆｡˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ ༘

Childe wasn't a big fan of the Tsaritsa's demand for him to find a wife, until he'd come upon the perfect girl for the job. You—a lady he knew in his childhood to be a horrible nuisance and demon on Earth. Not only would this marriage fulfill his duty, but would let him settle a long-time grudge as well. Little did he know, he stood more to gain from this partnership than he thought.

Childe x fem!reader II arranged marriage, angst? to fluff, childhood enemies to lovers, romance!

Childe was never one for romance, and especially not for commitment.

He just had so much else on his plate, much bigger dreams than that of settling down in a household and abandoning his place on the battlefield.

He was always looking ahead to a future of bloodshed, of power, of someday ruling the world.

That wasn't going to happen if a distraction stood in his way.

He would sometimes muse about having kids, loving the idea of continuing his lineage and watching a bunch of mini-me's run around, but ultimately, he decided his duty to the Tsaritsa would stand in the way of him being a good father. So he'd just have to settle for being an amazing uncle to the children his siblings would eventually have, spoiling them with presents at Christmas time and teaching them how to protect themselves out in the wild.

So when he was called into the Tsaritsa's throne room and received the news that a harbinger of his status was to be married, in order to keep up with regal airs the nobles of Snezhanaya, he was, respectfully, very unhappy.

"You'll be seen at balls and lead battalions. Your role must be carried with honor. Nobody will respect an old lonely man.", she claimed, then drew out a long, thin arm to hold his chin with a bony hand—long pointed nails pressing divots into his skin. Though her touch was frigid, she looked down at him with a certain fondness in her eyes, though the sincerity of it was undistinguishable. "You need a pretty thing by your side to elevate your status. You know I only want what's best for you.", she cooed, like she was addressing a child.

He new better than to disobey her commands, and something about the smoothness of her voice assured him that this was the right choice. He only nodded, though his fists clenched at his sides in dismay.

Childe read over the listed names of eligible young ladies for him to marry with contempt; scrolling through the meaningless last names and accompanying statures, ordered from top to bottom by how highly they stood in the totem pole of nobility. Like he cared where the girl would come from.

He felt guilt for the miserable thing that would have to marry him; though he could care less about who these women were, he believed that they deserved a partner that loved them, or at least a good man that could stand to take care of them. All they would be to him is a nuisance, a label which they had done nothing to earn.

Though, when he neared the end of the list, a section devoted to common folk who had certain merits like striking beauty or some sort of fame, that he found a name he recognized.

Your name.

Oh, how he remembered you.

You were the daughter of good friends of his parents. Your families would often gather for holidays or dinner parties, sharing what little they had in the name of kinship. The gatherings were lively, full of happiness and cheer...

But you had a certain countenance that stood out to him and branded your name into a special part of his brain to be remembered for the rest of his life.

You were a little brat was what you were.

Though you were only a toddler when he met you, having only just taken your first steps while he was already halfway through being eight, he found you to be the most insufferable little human he'd ever met.

Your parents would always gab and brag about what a good little girl you were; how you never cried or screamed, how you were sweet and patient and loving—a wonderful surprise for parents preparing for the "terrible two's.".

They had to be lying, because every time Ajax would come into view you'd immediately throw a fit, wailing and swiping at his face with a kind of rage an entire army of men could not match.

He had no idea why; he never touched you, or spoke to you, all he did upon your first meeting was draw back in repulse.

You weren't a pleasure to look at; with your beady little eyes and thick eyelashes that lined them, your thin eyebrows and piercing gaze. You looked like some haunted porcelain doll. And there was a certain consciousness behind your eyes that children your age were not supposed to have.

His little siblings were much cuter.

And he did not hesitate to say that.

"Tonia was a prettier baby. What's wrong with her?", he piped up, humiliating his mother and father who immediately scolded him for his rudeness. Your mother only laughed.

"Trust me, she'll be a beauty when she grows up. I won't be surprised when you come around here in sixteen years asking to marry her."

This started a little musing session between your mothers, giggling about the possibility of their children being wed and how wonderful that would be for their friendship and their families.

Meanwhile, Ajax was dwelling on how that would absolutely never happen—if the look on your face was any indicator.

You were red as a tomato, nose scrunched in distain as your eyes pierced his. Like you'd understood him.

How was he supposed to know babies could take offense?

Whether or not your infant brain could comprehend his words, your hatred was clear, and before he could react, your soft little hand went flying towards his face and landed with a resounding THWAP!

Even though you struck him, you immediately burst into tears, bawling crocodile tears that ran down your face and dripped off of your chin.

All of the adults in the room immediately ran to your aid, hushing and petting you while scorning Ajax for "tormenting the poor girl."

Never before had he felt so cheated.

That begun his feud with a two year old.

Your detest for one another ran deep. So much so that every gathering between your families ended in you receiving plenty of sneaky pinches to your fat baby skin and him risking a bald spot with the amount of hair you'd rip out of his head.

It was a nightmare you could walk too, since you'd often seek him out just to babble in annoyance and tug at the knee of his trousers.

"See? Look at how much she likes you!", his mother would coo, but he knew better. Your grappling with his pants was your pea-brained strategy to get him to bend down and remove you so you could bop him one on the nose.

He swore you were such a strong baby. He'd rather take a hit from a club than suffer the force that your tiny fists could bring down on his head.

That's why you were the perfect girl to be his wife

If he were to marry any other woman, the guilt of leaving her alone at home for long stretches of time, depriving her of having the good husband she deserves rather than a man who could never love her, would be overwhelming.

Sure, he was a monster, but he wasn't about to let some innocent bystander be collateral damage.

But you? The evil, horrible little wench you are? You more than deserved it.

In his mind, he'd actually be doing his fellow man a favor by saving an unsuspecting bachelor from accidentally marrying a grisly thing like you.

So, although his retainers were already in the process of scheduling meetings with his potential brides, he plucked your name from the list without hesitation.

"Set the wedding date. I'll have that one."

The organizers looked between themselves warily, deciding whether or not they should challenge him on this monumental decision.

"And nothing too grand—it'll just be family.", he cooly added, leaning back in his chair to rest his feet upon his desk and crushing the list of names under his dirty boots.

In the end, the harbinger always gets what he wants, so his retainers retreated with quiet nods and quick steps.

Though Childe acted aloof towards the decision to have you as his bride, when the day of the wedding actually arrived and he found himself standing at the altar of a small church in Mosepok—his home town, his palms were sweating and eyes darting around nervously. He shifted his weight on his feet as the congregation waited for you to enter; this was supposed to be a small ceremony, but leave it to his mother and father's proud announcements to their friends and neighbors to draw a crowd. As his eyes scanned the faces of those who'd known him in his youth, he realized near all of the small port town was packed into the pews. He wracked his brain for the answer as to why these people would want to watch their old town troublemaker's union, but he supposed it would be the most interesting thing to happen in the town since his era of delinquency.

It was a miracle that the budget the Fatui gave Childe for this wedding greatly superseded the amount he'd needed for the original plan of a small gathering; it was more than enough to feed the whole town for a night, which actually brought a flicker of joy to Childe's chest.

He was pleased that he could give back to the community that handled him like a family in his childhood.

But that flicker was immediately quenched when the creaking sound of the heavy oak doors that led into the chapel reverberated through the room—revealing the silhouette cast in white of his bride.

His stomach turned with anxiety. Childe had led battalions into what could be considered suicide missions if not for their miraculous victorious outcome, and yet, somehow, the fear he felt standing in front of a girl that, though she may not be small by definition, definitely looked so standing next to him, significantly surpassed that of which he's ever felt.

His cold body shook like he stood inches from death.

Suddenly, he remembered the fury your little body had when you were only a baby, and it dawned on him that you've only gotten bigger, smarter, stronger. A little arbiter of the apocalypse couldn't have grown into the meek woman he imagined, if anything, her bloodlust grew with age.

What did he get himself into? Was he an idiot? Did he, blinded by his scheming for revenge, land himself in a lion's den?

With a light tap on the shoulder from the priest, he jolted out of his stupor and found you standing in front of him already, suddenly remembering that he was now to lift your veil.

His hands shook as he reached out, bracing himself for the hideous face he'd been forced to associate with at every friendly gathering between your parents in childhood, and now, due to his own brashness, would have to associate with every time he returned home or attended public events.

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he took the fabric between his white-knuckled fingers and threw the thing up and over your head. The procession hummed with awe and approval—some more boisterous men from the docks whistling, to which their wives jabbed an elbow into their ribs.

The sounds of adoration resounding from the audience perplexed Childe, drawing his interest and encouraging him to open one wary eye and peek at you.

But his cautious peek grew into an owlish gawking and dropped jaw when the woman before him shined like an angel.

This couldn't have been the girl he knew in her infancy; her once-beady eyes now twinkled like stars, her red puffy face was now sculpted and the only remnants of her discoloration resided in dusted pink pigments on her cheeks. They were so perfectly placed that they could be mistaken for a painting by an artist with a keen eye. He pried his gaze from your enrapturing eyes to ogle your lips—plushy and inviting. He'd give anything to kiss a gorgeous woman like you.

And he remembered with an unexpected delight that he would by the end of this ceremony.

Before he knew it, the soft ring of your voice settled upon his ears. Having been caught in a trance, he hadn't realized the procession already arrived at your vows.

He only tuned in after the opening sentences of your declaration had passed, your words blurred by his reverie.

"I promise to wait for you when you go and embrace you when you return; to make a warm, solace of a home for you that you can always come back to, whether there be a roof over our heads or not. I promise to follow you through this life and meet you in the next, to be by your side when you need me, no matter how far apart we may be forced to exist. I promise to love you and only you, to be true as long as your ring encloses my finger, and promise to keep it there forever. I will take your family into my arms just as you will me, care for them—as they are an extension of you, to love them just as I do you. I'll hold you ever close to my heart, speak to you with nothing but kindness, recognize your face as that of my partner in life, my one and only, and..."

Childe jumped when he felt your warm hand sneak up on his and gingerly intertwine your fingers, to which he did not resist, nor want to.

"I promise to love you as you are; no matter how much the years we spend together may change us."

To his puzzlement, Childe felt a certain wetness roll down his cheek, causing him to look up at the skylight above the both of you to check if it was raining. When another droplet ran down the other side of his face, he realized he was crying.

Childe never cried, he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened; maybe it was sometime when he was a boy, but the memory simply did not exist. These were not tears shed in misery, they were spurred by your words of devotion, words he'd never been blessed with before. He truly wondered now if you may be divine, but all he beheld of you told him you were, in fact, human, and not a vision of absolution sent from the heavens above.

You tilted your head to the side and blinked your dollish eyelashes at him, obviously waiting for something, to which he remembered that is was now his turn.

He had neglected to write vows beforehand or memorize the traditional vows spoken by couples bound by marriage as an arrangement. He had, in fact, planned on skipping the process altogether, but your profession of love caught him off guard and incentivized him to speak his own.

So, with a blank mind, he resorted to letting the few truths he knew spill from his mouth.

"I'd only known you during our childhoods, but how you've blossomed and changed has..."

He had never been one for words, so making something up on the spot in front of quite literally a hundred people was daunting. His voice seized with trepidation, but he took a breath and moved forward.

"Has...left me speechless. My mind is empty, and all I can think of now is...that I am blessed."

He swallowed a lump in his throat and continued, struck by your endearing gaze on him—it made his voice quiver as it resounded from his chest.

"I'd assumed I knew you, but it's clear to me now that I have so much more to learn."

He unconsciously squeezed your hand for comfort, and, with a gentle smile on your face, you reassuringly squeezed back; making him sigh and yearn to feel more of you—imagining that you felt like warm cotton, soft and homey, something he could bury himself in and happily stay there for eternity.

"And I want to learn it. I...want to spend my whole life in awe of you, discovering as much as I can, knowing you like I know myself."

He could not hesitate before he blurted his next statement, his voice getting carried away from him and spilling his most personal beliefs.

"And loving you as you love me."

Your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink, and your eyes glimmered as your perfect lips stretched into an even more enticing smile. He could hear your soft, happy sigh, a sound that not even the priest beside the two of you could catch, almost like a secret meant just for him.

Your sweetness enthralled him like nothing he'd ever experienced— slowly convincing him that you very well may be the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"I'll take care of you.", he promised, and meant it. "I'll spend the rest of my life ensuring your safety and happiness. Despite what you promised before, I will always put a roof over your head. You'll be forever warm and safe. I will fight for you, die for you, do anything you ask. You will want for nothing as long as you're mine."

His vow had come upon its conclusion with one final promise he all but growled, like it was somehow in danger of being broken—that he would go to any length to protect.

"And you will forever be mine."

His pause at the end indicated to the priest that the his vow had ended, and the way your lips parted in wonder and your wide eyes remained locked on his made him want to lean in and kiss you like every inch of his body burned to do. But he had to, begrudgingly, wait; hoping the ceremony would end as soon as possible so he could finally have you to himself and ask you all the questions he was dying for the answers to.

Did you really mean what you said? He sure did, and he didn't even know he had the capacity to not only promise, but want, desperately so, the fulfill the oaths he had declared to you.

Soon enough, the priest announced it was now time for the bestowing of the rings—a symbol of the bond you will share for eternity.

As the ring bearer, Childe's dear brother, Teucer, brought the rings resting on a white silk pillow over to the altar and held it over his head while he balanced on his tippy toes so the two of you could reach the rings with ease. Childe immediately felt awash in shame. All he'd purchased for you was a simple silver band—no precious gems, no original detailing, just a band. He didn't expect to want to take pride in the symbol of his loyalty you'd wear for him on your finger. He'd get you a new one, a better one—one he could admire as he kissed your hand, held it with adoration and smoothed his fingers over it.

But although the ring fell below expectations, there was no disappointment on your face. You barely glanced at it, your eyes trained on his face with a fondness he'd never received before. Your gaze had his heart spilling over with exaltation.

You took his hand in yours and slipped the perfectly fitted ring around his finger, giving it a small squeeze when you were done—as if to brand your affection deep into his hand.

He returned the gesture, taking your other hand in his and, carefully, securing the ring around your finger as well; he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight he hadn't known was resting on his shoulders alleviate. His heart thundered in his chest, threatening to leap out in a desperate attempt to be ever closer to yours.

The priest spoke, but his voice was drowned out by Childe's inner voice, wailing for you.

All he could register was the sound of your silver bell-like voice, piercing through the fog in his head like a star's light in the void of the night sky above.

"I do.", you said.

He couldn't tell if he'd rushed ahead of the priest's announcement of his turn or not, but he followed your statement blindly.

"I do.", he whispered ardently, brushing the backs of those precious hands of yours softly with his thumbs.

After the final blurb recited by the priest, a sentiment he couldn't bring himself to listen to in his anticipation, he finally heard the words he'd been waiting for.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Without a moment of delay, he brought both of his hands up to cup your cheeks, a look of ache in his face as it felt like you had reached an invisible hand into his chest and gripped his heart, and kissed you.

Fervently, passionately kissed you.

It took your breath away, left you panting when he finally pulled away after remembering he was, in fact, in front of his parents and broader community.

But cheers sang from the crowd for your union as he led you back down the steps of the altar and out of the church, eyes trained on your feet with your hand secured in his—watching carefully as you descended to make sure you wouldn't fall. He treated you as if you were sculpted from crystal glass.

After the two of you crossed the threshold out of the church as one, Childe gently tugged your hand to draw you closer so that he could whisper in your ear.

"Could we take a walk in the garden?"

While the guests made their way to the reception hall for their lavish dinner, you and Childe strolled through the church's garden together, hands still intertwined as the two of you gazed at the various winter shrubs and evergreen trees sprinkled with snow. It was beautiful in its own kind of way; the way life persevered through otherwise uninhabitable conditions, how even the bear oak trees existed as intricate silhouettes against the grey sky—providing cover as the sun sank down and gave way to a grim dusk, it was wonderful, and in this moment, it was yours to share.

The two of you came to a halt at a marble bench next to a large, frozen fountain, adorned with swirling details and moulding from an older, more fanciful era. He swiped off the snow that had built on top of the bench, then removed his large, fur-lined cloak to rest on the surface. He led you down to sit on it, having fashioned a dry, warm seat for you as he stood.

"Won't you be cold?"

"I'll be fine.", he assured you. He'd grown used to the frigid air of his home country, having entered various conflicts with nothing but thin linen to cover him for the sake of his movements not being burdened by thick, heavy fabric.

"Thank you.", you spoke, softly, and the words warmed his chest more than any coat could.

He stood there for a long moment, just taking in the sight of you. He just couldn't believe you were real, and couldn't believe you were his at so little a cost—he'd done nothing but bellyache and pluck your name off of a paper, and somehow the situation ended up being the best decision of his life. He'd found someone that claimed to truly, deeply love him by sheer chance.

And that thought brought him to the question that had been weighing on his mind since your vows.

"Did you really mean what you said?", he asked, quietly, hesitantly. After the words left his mouth, he wished he'd never said them. He didn't want to know the answer; if he could live in a fantasy where a miracle like you truly adored him, he'd seize the opportunity and hold it close to his heart for the rest of his life. He felt like such a fool.

"Of course I did.", you chuckled, like the question was ridiculous.

"I thought you hated me.", he confessed, his curiosity for your change of heart getting the best of him when he knew better than to ask too many questions. You only quirked your head and blinked at him, indicating that he needed to clarify. "When we were younger, you acted like you wanted my head on a stick."

To that admission, you laughed heartily. It was a lovely sound, one his mind would no doubt play on repeat in his darkest of times, sending sparks to his heart that would keep him moving forward—back to you so he could hear it again and again. "I was a toddler, dear. I didn't understand my feelings! And you were pretty nasty to me, too.", you said with a playful, pointed look.

The term of endearment made his heart bubble, craving to hear you say it again, but his mind was desperate for more answers. "But...how did you...", he coughed awkwardly, "fall for me?".

His carefully spoken question only made you giggle once again, but you could understand his confusion.

"Oh, Ajax. You were the most entertaining person I've ever met. I know we fought, but I remembered your presence in my life so fondly. And I'd look at pictures of us from our old gatherings, where our parents would force you to hold me on your lap and smile, or take candid shots of us chasing each other around, and I'd wish for you to come back so we could fight again.", you laughed at the memory. "I thought of you all the time, you know. And, as I grew older and life passed by, I'd keep looking back on those photos and...", your cheeks turned even redder than the chilly air had already done, flushing your cheeks and nose. After this conversation, Childe would make sure to rush you inside so you could warm up by a hearth. "Well, my heart would beat for you. And I wished you would come back for different reasons...so I could see you again and fall in love with the man you've become."

Childe gulped in shame. He knew the man he'd become was...cruel. Wicked. He'd never thought so little of himself than when he stood before you, your glorious, pure eyes assessing him like Celestia would upon the day of his death.

But how you looked on at him was not in judgement, but affection. "And when I met you at the altar, I did. I truly did."

He was so swayed by your words, so caught up in your devotion, that though he knew he was undeserving, he leaned down and connected your lips with his once again; his large hands warmed you where they caressed your cheek and the side of your neck, his lips thawing your frozen ones. The flavor of you was intoxicating, but as much as he wanted to prolong this moment, your icy skin pushed him to get you inside immediately.

So he drew back, drawing the most angelic whine of protest from your lips. It made him grin in pride.

"Let's warm you up, huh?"

Though you wanted to stay in the privacy of this isolated garden, continue to live in this moment that only existed for the two of you, you couldn't deny how you shivered and your stomach growled. It was time for your reception, and you couldn't keep your guests waiting.

So you, albeit reluctantly, let Ajax pull you up into his arms and throw his cloak around the both of you before taking you back to the church where he married you, now entering sharing one heart, one life, one love. Forever.

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[gentlyweeps-world]

Imagination

summary: he wasn’t as good as you thought

pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

warnings: cheating | shitty boyfriend | guilt tripping

genre: angst angst angst

notes: I love angst 🙃 also I’m sorry 😭

words: 2.1k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Everyone assumed Lando would be a good boyfriend, teasing yet kind, silly but romantic.

To be fair he was like that, emphasis on the was.

He was so incredibly good to you, looking at you as if you hung the stars and moon.

He’d always talk about your future together, that he would buy you all these things so you guys would live happily together.

You ate it up, you really did.

And you loved him just as much, you guys were honestly perfect together.

It was maybe the two year mark, actually no- it was the day of your two year anniversary when it had started.

Now of course you had some doubts and worries, he was constantly traveling, and he obviously had a lot of women after him.

But he made you feel secure, you knew he wouldn’t do anything, you didn’t know if any women would do anything.

“Lando? Baby? Where are you?” You ask out, entering your guys' shared apartment.

You could hear shouting come from his streaming room.

It hit you, he really forgot about your anniversary and decided to stream instead.

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath and setting down your purse on the kitchen counter.

You walk into his streaming room, a smile on your face as the chat floods in with messages about you.

“Hey baby! You look stunning..” Lando says, a smile on his face as he spins around to face you in his chair. But he realized that something was off. “Hold on chat..” He says, muting his mic.

"Really? Really Lando? You forgot our anniversary?" You ask with clear frustration in your voice.

You watch him look away with a sheepish look on his face, it honestly pissed you off way more than it normally would have.

At the two year mark you expect him to know better, you expected him to know what you expected.

He was clearly embarrassed, or at least trying to avoid making eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry Y/n..I’ll make it up to you later..” He says, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze before he turns away from you and goes back to his game.

Least to say you weren’t happy with him after that. He did make it up afterwards- it still didn’t feel sincere or that he cared.

But you did end up brushing it aside, you imagined it would be a one time thing in the moment.

You were wrong.

This time it was during summer break, you guys had spent some time with friends, relaxing and enjoying the break.

You were at some random club you two had been dragged to, you really didn’t care that much.

You mostly stuck by your friends, and when you did go to the bar to get a club soda, a guy approached you.

“Hey! I know this is random- but I really like your outfit!” This guy says with a smile, you picked up on some clues- he definitely wasn’t straight.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you!” You say with a smile, “I love yours too! It’s super cute!”

So you guys got caught up in a conversation, honestly you enjoyed it- you liked making friends and talking to people! Truly no harm done.

But Lando didn’t know that.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you away from the guy, dragging you through the crowd of people.

“Hey! What the fuck Lando!” You say, swatting his hand away as he yanks you into a booth with him.

“What? He was being too friendly..” Lando grumbles out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Get over yourself Lando, he wasn’t straight and we were talking about clothes!” You say, frustrated with how Lando was acting.

“Yeah sure..” He mumbles out, rolling his eyes.

Some time had passed, you forgot about that little situation and you were now squeezed into a booth with your girl friends, chatting and giggling about something random when Lando had slid in next to you.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead.

“What are you ladies talking about?” Lando asks with a grin, glancing around at the group of girls.

“Just how hot you F1 drivers are..” Some girl named Jill says she had openly thristed over Lando before. You hated her.

Lando's ears pricked up at the idea that someone else was interested in him, he was used to these things by now but he enjoyed the attention.

"We are quite a good-looking bunch I guess," He replies with a sly smirk, hoping you'd react to that, wanting to get back at you.

You roll your eyes, letting out a huff. “I’m going to the restroom..”

Lando moved to let you out, lightly tapping your ass as you walk away. “Make it quick baby..”

Now that pissed you off.

A few minutes had passed and you made your way back to the booth, but you had stopped in your steps. You were witnessing something you’d never imagine you would.

Landos hand on Jill’s thigh as he leans into her with a grin, whatever they were “talking” about was clearly interesting.

“What the fuck Lando?! Are you mental?!” You shout out as soon as he shuts the door to your apartment.

"Jeez, why are you freaking out? We weren't even doing anything!" Lando replies as he shuts the door behind him and heads to the living room.

"We were just flirting, it was nothing serious."

He doesn't even have an appropriate tone of voice, he sounds unbothered and like everything is fine and he didn't just have his hands all over another woman.

"We weren't even kissing or anything!" He adds, as if that was meant to alleviate your anger.

“So?? That doesn’t make it acceptable to hit on another girl in front of me! Who also, may I add, has shown interest in you!” You say, following him into the living room.

“God! What is wrong with you Lando? You’ve completely fucking changed! You forget shit, you apologize and- and love me up, then pull shit like that?” You add on, voice breaking as you try and rack your brain to figure out just why he would be doing this.

"Look, just don't make such a big deal out of this, I said it wasn't serious." Lando responds rather coldly, as if he was annoyed by the fact that you were upset.

"You're acting hysterical really. And I didn't even forget our anniversary, I just didn't know it was that day, so don't make a fuss. It's not like we were even going to do something special."

You give him a look, one that was asking him are you serious. “Stop trying to fucking play mind games Lando..” You say, your gaze cold as you look at him.

“You’re sleeping on the fucking couch tonight..” You add on, opting to turn around and walk off towards your bedroom, not wanting to deal with whatever Lando was doing now.

Lando is stunned by your sudden reaction, he knew he had annoyed you but had assumed you'd just get over it like normal.

"Woah, hold your horses baby, I'm not sleeping on the couch tonight." He responds angrily, following you into the bedroom.

"You're blowing this way out of proportion, what is even your problem? It’s not even that big of a deal, it barely counts as flirting."

You scoff at his words, “You’re actually mental Norris..” You reply, walking into your bedroom and changing into your sleepwear.

"Come on, you're being silly, don't act like that." Lando replies, stepping into the room uninvited after you. He wants your attention and to talk.

"We're just having a disagreement, we can work through it baby please come on." Lando pleads, clearly desperate for you to give in at this point.

You couldn’t imagine why he was doing this right now, one moment he was unphased and pissed- and now he’s begging for your attention and for all of it to be okay.

“Okay! Fine! Whatever, just fucking change and go to sleep, I don’t care!” You say frustrated, too tired and fed up to deal with his mood swings, so you just let him win.

Lando smiles, clearly pleased with this result.

"Thank you baby, at least you understand." He replies as he heads towards the other side of the room and starts changing.

You're still fed up, but you're exhausted and don't want to do this anymore.

Things didn’t really change after that. Obviously this isn’t how you imagined things going with you and Lando.

In his imagination everything was fine, he was a perfect darling angel. While in your imagination, it was all bad.

Now the third and final time was on your birthday, because everything bad has to happen on a birthday.

You had dressed up all nice again, going to a restaurant that Lando made the reservations for.

You waited for him for about an hour before you gave up.

Walking back into your apartment you feel your heart drop, eyes widening and tears forming.

Lando was making out with some random girl.

Never have you imagined that happening. In your imagination he was a perfect boyfriend, clearly that was all wrong.

“I’m sorry Y/n! She came onto me!” Lando says after you had calmly asked the girl to leave.

“Really? So she just walked into our fucking apartment and kissed you?” You shout, pushing your finger into his chest.

"Okay you're being so overdramatic right now, I didn't even want to kiss her Y/n, it just happened." Lando replies in a frustrated and annoyed tone.

He knows he's in the wrong, but he's annoyed at you for getting this irritated over "nothing".

"Like really?" Lando replies with an eye roll.

"Can't even have friends anymore I guess." Lando adds sarcastically, making it a point that he's angry too.

“Oh yeah, she seemed like a lovely friend, Lando!” You say, sarcasm lacing your words. “I’m assuming you two are close since she had her lips and hands all over you?”

That sets Lando off, you can tell by the tense look in his eyes that you were about to be shouted at.

"You know what Y/n? I've had it. You're such an insecure little girl. You get angry at the slightest thing, don't know how I put up with it." Lando says rather coldly, turning away from you as not to have to look at you.

"So many other girls wouldn't care, why don't you just appreciate the fact I'm still even with you." He adds after a second.

“Oh really? I’m sure not any of those girls would want to put up with you!” You say, shoving him, but he didn’t budge.

“I’ve been nothing but fucking amazing to you Lando! If anything, you’re lucky to have me!”

"Oh yeah baby, I'm real lucky to have such a crazy woman like you." Lando snarls, he's had enough.

"So many girls out there, pretty, sweet, nice, and they'd give anything to be with me, and they wouldn't get mad at every little thing."

He looks at you, glaring for a moment before walking towards you.

"But no, you're my girlfriend, lucky me. Can't wait to break up with you and upgrade."

There was a tense pause in the atmosphere as you both stare at each other.

“Why the hell are you with me?” You say, voice breaking. He finally pushed you over the edge. It all hit you.

Two years together, two actual happy years together, pushed to the side for what? Where did it all go wrong?

Lando stops dead in his tracks the moment he hears your voice break, he stops in place as all the anger and tension leaves him.

He didn't even realize he was so angry anymore, now a wave of sadness hits him as he sees the woman he loved crying heartbroken, he knew he had pushed too far.

He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.

"Oh..god Y/n I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." The only thing he could say as he walked towards you and pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly.

“No..! No, let go of me..” You sob out, tears falling down your face as you try to fight him, pushing him away. It didn’t work.

“I can’t- I can’t do this..” You mumble out, giving up and resting your head against his chest, sobbing.

"Come on baby, please I'm sorry.." Lando says softly, running his fingers through your hair in an attempt to comfort you.

" I just...I was mad...I just...I didn't mean those things, I'm not even sure why I said all of that-"

Lando doesn't know what to say, he regrets this so much, the fight and everything that he said.

In his imagination he never hurt you- and he never lost the girl he loves.

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radio 🪩: uhmm happy ending what’s that? If it makes you guys feel better I was crying while making this 😔 send in any requests!! 💙

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[vikkirosko]

can I request dad! Angel Dust reuniting with his adopted daughter in hell after being apart for years due to his death from a drug overdose basically Angel adopted the reader when she was a baby and secretly raised her far away from his gangster activities as well as from his family including his father and unfortunately Angel died when the reader was still a child that is until during one of his errands from Val, the reader attempts to pickpockets Angel's wallet and gets caught and tries to make run away from him before he eventually catches them when he recognized it was you his adopted daughter who he thought was never going to see again and sees your not a child anymore although maybe slightly older when he last saw you when he was alive, at the hotel Angel ask the reader how did they died and died young as well, reader was hesitant to tell what happened but explain that after Angel died from a drug overdose, the reader was soon brought into an orphanage and forced to fend for herself soon later becoming a thief to survive off the streets but during one of those theft, the reader ends up getting caught and was running from the police that is until they were shot from behind and fell down and dying at 16 and after arriving in hell, she continued to steal and pickpocket to survive while avoiding ruthful sinners as well as the yearly extermination and she didn't thought she would see her dad again while breaking down and Angel making a promise to be there for his daughter again

🕷 Angel Dust x teen fem!Reader platonic headcanons Adopted daughter 💖

There wasn't much good in Angel's life. He had a sister he loved, and then you came into his life. You were the child he adopted, a little girl left without a family. He raised you alone, without even telling his sister that he had become a father. He kept you as far away from crime and from his blood family as possible, realizing that his father and older brother could have a very bad influence on you. He hoped that you would have a happy future, but he couldn't see it, dying of a drug overdose when you were still a child

He didn't know what happened to you after his death, but Angel sincerely hoped that you wouldn't end up in Hell, just like him. Years have passed since his death and he has gained some fame in Hell. He would have continued to think so if, after completing an errand for Valentino, someone had not tried to steal his wallet. Angel felt it perfectly and grabbed the pickpocket by the hand, intending to take out his irritation on him, but he froze as soon as he saw the thief. He saw a teenage girl. He could have bet anything that that teenager was you. When he called your name in an uncertain voice, he saw your reaction and was convinced that it really was you

It only took you a few seconds to recognize the sinner in front of you as your father. You were both ready to cry, but you were outside and couldn't draw attention to yourself. Angel took you to the hotel and before Charlie saw you, he went to his room. It was only there that he asked you how it happened that you ended up in Hell. You finally cried and told him that you were sent to an orphanage shortly after his death. You didn't live there very long, because no one took care of the children there and you ran away from there. You started becoming a thief. It was what you did to survive, but your life didn't last long. You were only sixteen when you died because you were shot in the back while escaping from the police. Once in Hell, you started stealing again, doing what you knew best, as well as hiding from anyone who could harm you

Tears tired you out and you fell asleep in his room, and Angel went to Charlie to ask her for a little favor. He told her about what happened and about you. He wanted to ask if you could stay at the hotel, but Charlie started crying and through her tears told him that of course you could stay at the hotel. She was so touched by the story that Angel told, and she couldn't let father and daughter be separated again

The hotel has become a new home for you. Angel didn't tell you about what was going on in his life and that he had an agreement with Valentino. However, Angel now had a reason to fight. He intended to protect you no matter what. You were one of the most precious people in his life and Angel wasn't going to let anyone hurt you, even if he had to confront Valentino

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Angel Dust #Angel Dust x Reader

[magics-neptunes-things]

Hi guys!

After the last one, I needed another with fluff and easy love, so this just come from my imagination. I hope you will like it ♥

Resume : Motherhood is hard, especially when your better half is in training camp far from you.

TW : Little Angst, but fluff :)

PART 2 IS HERE!

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Alexia and you met when she was going through one of the worst moments of her life. It was when the footballer made her ACL. For your part, you had graduated as a physiotherapist a few years ago and were looking for a new challenge. When you heard that FC Barcelona were looking for a new physio, you didn’t hesitate to apply. It was hard, but by some miracle, you got the job. The managers didn’t tell you that the job was for the women’s team, but it suited you even better.

A month after you arrived at your post, Alexia began to follow her treatment after her operation. You’ve been assigned as Miss Putellas' special physiotherapist, probably a bit of a probation. You’ve been warned that she might be difficult to handle, her injury having affected her otherwise than physically.

And it was true, in the first few sessions, she barely spoke. She was polite, said hello, thank you, and goodbye. For your part, you remained calm while being empathetic. As you were told, she seemed even more troubled psychologically than physically and you could feel her pain. So you searched about her favorite songs and you made a playlist for her during your massages or during her exercises.

Over time your relationships relaxed and you found yourself eagerly waiting for the time of day when you would have to take care of Alexia. You obviously noticed her beauty and the aura that reigned around her. A friendship and mutual trust was quickly created between you two and she gradually confided to you. On trivial things at first, before your discussions become deeper.

She told you about her father, her family, her fear of not being able to play again and the difficulties she was experiencing with the Spanish Federation. You were shocked to learn what was happening and immediately felt angry. And the first feeling you had was a vital desire to protect Alexia from all this. And the other girls you’re playing with at FC Barcelona as well of course, since you’re the one who plays nurses on the bench at all their matches. But Alexia was coming first.

The first time Alexia could start running on a machine now, you could have cried of joy and relief. She was recovering well, even faster than the best prognosis. And seeing such a sincere smile come back on her face was something really comforting for you. The embrace you exchanged that day gave you chills you still remember.

The day she returned to the team for her first training on the pitch, you were there too, but in the back. Her friends/teammates welcomed her with big smiles and hugs, but at the end of the training she came to you. She once again took you in her arms and whispered a thank you in your ear. No need for long speeches, you knew perfectly well how much this word meant to her.

While you expected this to signal a new distance between the two of you, Alexia surprised you by asking if you were free the same evening to go for a drink. It surprised you, Alexia having the habit of not changing her schedule meal, back to school or bedtime. But when she stuttered "For like, you know, a d- a date?" you couldn't say no.

The rest is history and here you are years later in an healthy, loving et happy relationship. You even got engaged last Christmas.

Alexia always wanted to start a family and your heart melt every time she was interacting with a baby or child. On your second date, she asked you if you wanted children, testifying to the importance she already attached to a future family life between you two. You answered positively, because yes, you wanted to have children and with Alexia would be amazing.

So, a month ago, you welcomed into your lives Santana Eli Putellas. A perfect photocopy of Alexia, even if you were the one pregnant. Thanks to modern methods, you were able to transfer her egg into your body. It was much easier for Alexia’s career, even though she was more attentive to you than ever.

The same eyes, the same mouth, the same hair, the same face, the same look. Even Eli couldn’t figure out which of the two photos was Alexia and Santana when faced with this plot. It’s almost disturbing, but the idea of having created a second perfection in this world suits you perfectly.

Except that even perfection has its difficulties and you realize it more than ever today. For some reason, Santana hasn’t stopped crying since her afternoon nap. Despite her clean diaper, her full stomach, her usual afternoon stroll or her favorite nursery rhymes, you were unable to calm her down. So much so that you couldn’t even answer Alexia’s messages, who went to training camps for the national team.

Even if this camp is held in Barcelona, the team lives in a hotel for a few days, before flying to Canada for their first match. Your lack of answer probably explains why you find yourself having to answer a call from your fiancée after 9pm. You hesitate before answering, your physical state must be scary and Santana is always sobbing on your shoulder. But knowing Alexia’s protective lioness instinct, you’d rather not worry her any longer.

"Hola mi Amor" you try a smile when a frowning Alexia appears on the screen.

"What happened? Why didn't you answer to my text? I was beginning to believe that something serious had happened to you"

"Don't worry, we are fine"

You were still rocking Santana on your shoulder, putting your phone on the counter of your kitchen. After bathing her, you put on her pajamas in the colors of FC Barcelona and she is currently digesting her second bottle of the evening. Whereas normally she takes only one before falling asleep to wake up at midnight and then around 6 am. This baby is really perfect. Except that today something seems wrong.

"Are you sure? You look exausted mi vida"

The concern on Alexia's face is deep and you don't want to worry her. You don't want her to believe that you can't take care of your daughter for a day either. Alexia only left this morning after all.

"We are fine Ale, I pr-"

"Does the best goddaughter in the world make her Mama miserable?"

Mapi’s face suddenly sticks to Alexia's, certainly so that she can also have a glimpse of Santana. Choosing Mapi as godmother was the best idea, the tattooed one being the most adorable with Santana. A chaotic godmother certainly, but you know perfectly well that she too would be ready to take out her claws to defend Santana if necessary.

"Kind of, but everything is under control" you laugh, before realizing that she wasn't listening to you at all, cooing sweat words to Santana. "Did I suddenly become invisible?"

"Not for me" Alexia answer with tenderness in her voice. "I miss you both of you so much, I don't know how I will survive two weeks so far away"

"You will be perfect, as always mi Amor"

She smiles at you, Mapi having a side conversation with your daughter, and you see the concern coming back.

"Can you promise me that you are fine?"

You bite your lip and sight. It was not fair of her to play the sincerity card. She knows that you can't lie to her, even when you want to make her surprise, you have to ask the help of someone.

"Look, she's just having a bad day that's all. Tomorrow will be better."

Alexia opened her mouth to speak and most certainly contradict you, but noise next to her announces the arrival of other people. You smile when you see Ona and Ingrid appear on the screen, Mapi pulling the sleeve of the Norwegian to almost stick her face to the screen ("Look at her, how is she so cute?").

You greet them friendly and discuss with them a few more moments before feeling that Santana starts to agitate again. Before Alexia can see how bad, you tell them you’re going to put her to bed. After promising Alexia to write to her as soon as Santana sleeps, you hang up and gently lift your daughter to put her face up to yours.

"Now that you’ve heard Mama and your Godmother, maybe we can get some rest yeah?"

After a final diaper check, you enter your daughter’s room and sit on her rocking chair. His blanket between you two, a little melody and a lull, it should go well and quickly.

An hour and a half later, you must realize you’re not. Santana continues to struggle with sleep and has begun to cry again. Seeing her like this ended up making you cry. After walking around your house trying to put her to sleep, you went back to her room. You don’t know what to do anymore.

You were thinking about calling Eli or your mother for help when you hear noise on the ground floor. Which shouldn’t happen, since you’re alone in the house with Santana. You listen despite the cries of your daughter and your hear footsteps, making you shiver. Holding your daughter close to your heart, you rush to the kitchen to grab a knife. Putting Santana safely in her crib might have been smarter, but you can’t bring yourself to leave her alone while a danger lurks in the house. The baby stopped crying, like if she understood that something bad is happening.

The noises of footsteps approach the kitchen and panic fades to give way to a cold determination. You have to protect your daughter no matter what. Sticking your back in the fridge, you raise the knife you hold in your hand, ready to hit the figure that enters the room. But...

"Wow! It’s me Baby! It’s me!"

With both hands in the air, Alexia looks at you with wide eyes less than a meter from you.

"Alexia? Wha- what are you doing here?"

"You weren't answering my text again and I... Can you put this knife down please?"

"Oh... Yes, sorry."

You were shaking. The sound of metal that the knife makes when you put it on the marble of the worktop resonates in the room.

"I was too concerned to leave you both alone."

Alexia confesses with almost shyness, certainly fearing that you would take this information badly. You could have, a few hours before. Exhausted from this day, you carefully avoid your girlfriend’s gaze.

"I’m so sorry I scared you. Can I have her?"

Santana started to squirm in your arms and cry again and you gently reach her to Alexia. With a natural ability, the blonde forms a small nest with her arms to accommodate the little body of your daughter. She calms down almost instantly and only then do you realize you have tears in your eyes. After admiring Santana for a few moments, Alexia looks up at you and notices it too.

"Come here" she says, extending her free arm to you.

You cuddle against her, hiding your face in her neck. Her arm squeeze you thigh against her. Her smell helps you to relax and you mumble against her skin.

"I don’t understand what I did wrong today"

"Probably nothing mi Vida. Just like you said, she's just having a bad day. Let me take care of her and go take a hot shower and put on comfortable pajamas, alright?"

You hesitate for a few moments, but Alexia kisses you tenderly before gently pushing you towards your bathroom. You end up obeying, enjoying feeling your muscles relax under the hot water. When you get out, the condensation masked the mirror above the sink. After putting on Alexia’s shorts and t-shirt, you go looking for her in the calm of your home.

She delicately closes the door of Santana’s room when you appear in the corridor.

"Is she asleep?" you ask, incredulous.

Alexia answers with a simple smile and a nod, before taking you into the living room.

"How did you do it?"

"As usual"

Alexia shrugs while smiling and you sighs. That’s what you did, but you are still convinced that Santana simply miss Alexia. You’d rather not say it out loud, though, fearing it would prevent Alexia from focusing on her professional obligations.

"When do you have to go back?"

You try not to pout by asking her the question. It was the deal anyway, you knew very well what could happen when you decided to have a child.

"Not tonight, I informed the coach. I have to be in training tomorrow morning anyway."

The information makes you much too happy, you who promised not to prevent Alexia from following her professional ambitions. But you cannot hide your smile and you stick against her again, in search of affection and tenderness. Accepting your request, Alexia tightens her two arms around you, allowing you to feel perfectly safe.

You stay here for a while, simply taking advantage of the other’s presence. Alexia’s hands play with the tip of your hair while yours fondle her lower back tenderly.

"Did you eat?" you ask her after a few moments.

"No. What about you?"

You pout and Alexia doesn’t need any other words to answer. You just haven’t had time to swallow anything since your breakfast shared with the pretty blonde.

"Let me cook you something. It’s your turn to go put on your pajamas"

You let go of her arms and put a tender kiss on her lips, happy to have her with you when it was absolutely not planned. A few minutes later, you find yourself cooking a fideua, Alexia’s favorite.

Lost in your thoughts, still exhausted from this day, you don't hear Alexia’s steps coming in your direction. You’re too tired to jump when you feel her arms go around your waist, her lips kiss behind your ear making you smile.

"It smells very good mi Vida"

"That’s good because it’s ready"

You tiptoed to grab two plates, paying particular attention not to make too much noise to avoid waking Santana.

"Why don’t we sit on the couch and watch the television?"

Alexia’s proposal surprises you, but you willingly accept. You sit on the couch, letting Alexia settle against you this time. After all, she too is probably tired from her training. Seeing her eat your dish with enthusiasm makes you happy and you find yourself admiring it rather than feeding yourself.

"You're starring"

Alexia smiles and glances at you, making you smile back.

"Perhaps, but it's certainly by admiring you as soon as I have the opportunity that I was able to clone you" you joke softly.

Alexia laughs and puts her plate and cutlery on the coffee table, as you did a few minutes before her. She turns around abruptly before throwing herself into your arms, making you fall over on the couch. Seeing her so spontaneous with you while she tends to constantly master her image makes you melt. And when she puts dozens of kisses all over your face, you can’t help but giggle.

"I guess today’s not the day to tell you I want a big family?"

Her mischievous smile makes you roll your eyes.

"We’ll talk about it in like two years, if you don’t mind."

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

[elia-the-bibliophile]

Loss of My Life (Charles Leclerc x Female Reader)

Genre: Angst Word count: 1k

Tribute to the release of the Tortured Poets Department album, specifically “loml”. I knew I had to write something based on it.

“You shit-talked me under the table

Talking rings and talking cradles

I wish I could unrecall

How we almost had it all”

You could call to mind, on all those different occasions that he never failed to divulge of his future plans for the two of you.

For instance, at Gerhard's Cafe, as you sat across from Charles, laughing as he shared stories from his recent trip to the Ferrari Factory. An old couple who were sitting on the next table complimented them on their chemistry, to which Charles replied with a grin, "You know, one day I'm going to marry her. We'll have a big family, five kids at least." Y/N blushed at his words, feeling her heart skip a beat at the thought of a future together.

Or at a dinner party a few weeks back, Charles and Y/N found themselves engaged in a lively conversation with a group of friends. When someone asked about their plans for the future, Charles didn't hesitate to chime in, "Oh, Y/N and I have it all mapped out. We're going to get married and have a whole football team of kids." You couldn't help but smile at him.

Or when you were walking hand in hand through a park, the two of you stopped to admire a family playing together nearby. As they watched the children run around, Charles turned to you with a soft smile, "Someday that'll be us, you know. Little Leclercs causing chaos wherever they go." Y/N hummed and leaned into him, Charles then planted a small kiss on top of your head.

Also a time during a networking event for fundraising, Charles proudly introduced you as his girlfriend. When someone jokingly asked when they were tying the knot, Charles replied with a twinkle in his eye, "Oh, it's in the cards. Just you wait, we'll have a beautiful wedding and a house full of kids running around." Y/N felt a surge of affection for him, grateful for his unwavering commitment.

Funnily enough even Charles sits down for an interview with the crew of Drive to Survive, reflecting on his career and personal life. "Charles, beyond the track, fans are curious about your personal life. Can you tell us about your relationship with Y/N?”

You saw his wide grin appeared, "Absolutely. Y/N is my rock, my biggest supporter. We've been together for years now, and I can't imagine my life without her. She's my future, you know? I've always said I'll marry her one day, and we've even talked about having a big family together. I want five, to be exact." As the camera zooms in on Charles' sincere expression.

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Y/N stands in the kitchen of their apartment, nervously clutching a small box in her hands. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the prank she's about to pull on Charles. With a mischievous grin, she carefully places the box on the counter and waits for him to return home from his morning run.

As Charles enters the apartment, you can barely contain your excitement. You gesture for him to come closer, heart racing with anticipation. "Love, I have something to tell you."

Charles raised his brows, his curiosity piqued as he approaches. "What is it, chérie?"

With a dramatic flourish, Y/N reveals the box. “I'm pregnant!"

For a moment, Charles is stunned into silence, his eyes mirroring in disbelief. But instead of the expected smile or any other evident of him being happy, his expression shifts to one of panic. He gripped her shoulder, "What? Are you serious?"

Y/N freezes, her heart sinking as she realizes how scared he is. She quickly tries to backtrack. "N-No, Charles, it was just a joke! I'm not actually pregnant."

But Charles' expression remains serious, his mind clearly racing with thoughts and emotions, and none seems to appear positive. He takes a few steps back, his grip on her shoulder loosening.

Charles' tone turns cold, his words cutting through the air like ice. "Don’t you ever joke about that again, we are not ready for this conversation."

The sunlight filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room, mirroring the dark mood between them. Y/N crosses her arms as she confronts Charles. “I’m sorry for joking about this in the first place but what exactly do you mean by that? You've always talked about marriage and having a family. What changed?"

Charles hesitates, his usually confident demeanor faltering as he struggles to meet your gaze. You yourself are scared of what emotion you might find if he looks up.

"I... I didn't mean it like that. It's just... I'm at the peak of my career, Y/N. I can't afford any distractions right now. I can't let anything jeopardize my chances."

Your eyes widen in disbelief, a single tear threatening to spill over as you ponder the weight of Charles' words.

Charles' shoulders slump slightly, his own emotions raw and conflicted. "You know how much you mean to me. But... but we can't just throw everything away for a family right now. We have to focus on our careers."

Y/N shakes her head disbelievingly, hands trembling with emotion as she struggles to process Charles' words.

Charles tried reaching out tentatively, his expression pleading as he tries to bridge the distance between them. "We do have a future together, bébé. I just... I need more time. Please, try to understand."

But you can already feel yourself slipping away, heart heavy with wariness. "I need some time to think, Charles."

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Y/N stands on the balcony of her bedroom, the cool breeze ruffling her hair as she clutches the fake pregnancy test in her hand. She stares out at the the sea below, the waves crashing against the shore in a rhythmic pattern.

With a heavy heart, you gaze down at the pregnancy test, the plastic stick a stark reminder of the rift it had caused between you and Charles. In a moment of frustration you hurl it over the balcony railing, watching as it spirals through the air before disappearing into the depths of the sea below.

And with it, your dreams of marriage and a future with Charles.

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[hwasdvlly]

Starlight | c.jongho

❀ summary: he gets an answer that changes his life.

❀ pairing: jongho x fem!reader

❀ genres: romance and fluff

❀ word count: 0.9k words

❀ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!jongho, non-idol!reader, very emotional yet so cute

❀ a/n: wowie! it has been sooo long since i last posted. i wanted to do create something that'll make everyone cry lol but still enjoy it

“Hyung, I don’t think I can do this.”

A handsome gentleman in a suit with adorable bear-like features is a nervous wreck. Jongho did his best to clean himself up and tried remembering his speech all night. Hongjoong hears the anxiousness in the maknae’s voice. As a kindhearted captain, he brings Jongho into his arms. “You’ll do great. We are all proud that you found your happiness. Now, you want to make it official. The guys and I are positive that Y/N will say yes.” Hongjoong pats Jongho’s back for reassurance. 

For years, the youngest member of ATEEZ has been in love. He met you during his early idol days. He was walking down the streets of Seoul and discovered a brand-new cafe. Jongho steps in to grab beverages for his members. But his heart began to flutter when his warm brown gaze laid on a beauty dressed in a simple uniform and welcomed him. Jongho shyly greeted you with adorable blushing cheeks and purchased cups of americano. 

You never knew he had a music career. Jongho laughed it off later on when he revealed what he does for a living. To you, it felt unreal to date a celebrity because it can be complicated. Nevertheless, you loved Jongho. Indeed, there were circumstances to overcome, and Jongho tried not to have his reputation go downhill. But as the relationship got more intimate and the love grew stronger, he believed it was time to put a ring on your finger.

Plus, you are ATEEZ’s best friend and little sister. Everyone adores you, and Jongho will talk about you every minute of his life. Atinys can tell he is madly in love, but it’s precious. 

Jongho and his hyungs set out a plan for the proposal in a public area. It’s their concert stage where hundreds of Atinys, Jongho’s family, and your family will attend. Weeks before the day, Jongho gave you and your loved ones free concert tickets, but he purposely did it so you could be with him. And, of course, to have fun. You are his number-one fan, after all.

When it was close to the end of the event, the guys wore casual clothes, and Jongho wasn’t present. San speaks through his handheld microphone. “Where’s our maknae guys?” He questioned as if he had no clue. They all have confused expressions, pretending they don’t know what is happening. Mingi speaks, “He said something about wanting to look presentable.” He reasoned, which had the audience believe him. 

On cue, Jongho exists backstage in his stunning suit, appearing like a classy movie actor. Wooyoung gapes, “Why are you so dressed up?!” He asked in the most dramatic acting. The guys couldn’t resist their laughter because Wooyoung would not take things seriously. Jongho meets up with his hyungs and starts to explain with sincere words. 

“It’s because I am about to do something that’ll might change my life. As you may all know, there is someone who has a special place in my heart. I was hesitant to do this, but I realized Y/N means so much to me that I don’t see anyone else to make me feel alive and know what love is. Yes, I have Atinys, my family, and these people or whatever.” He nonchalantly waves his hands, gesturing to the members. The crowd laughs at their slightly hurt faces. 

Jongho chuckles but continues with his speech. “So, I took the time to think about what I want my future to be like. I also want to ask a significant question.” His eyes roam to the sideline of the stage, where he spots you, your family, and his family together.

He shifts his body to approach you. Jongho lends out his hand to have you go on stage. Your eyes widened at his silent offer. You skittishly move your legs to have your hand link with your boyfriend. Jongho has a sunny smile and makes you walk to the center of the stage. The members stand around the couple. They are smiling so much, and their excitement is skyrocketing. 

The man looks into his lover’s eyes to say, “Y/N, there are millions of reasons why I see you as the brightest starlight in my world. I am curious to know if you’ll answer my question.” He lets go of your hand to go down on one knee and pulls a small box out of his pocket.

With an adrenaline rush, you have your jaw dropped, and the people in the building are uproaring. Jongho sees your glassy eyes. He brings the microphone to his lips. “Will you be my wife, Y/N?” He finally asked. 

In a simple response, you nodded your head earnestly. “Yes!” You said. 

Your boyfriend felt his overwhelmed emotions washed away. He is so relieved that he did it. He gently puts the beautiful ring on your finger—an item dedicating two soulmates to live a forever happy life. A round diamond with a rose gold band. Jongho brings you into his arms as he buries his face into your neck. He tries to hide his tears, but the hyungs can see he is emotional. Not to mention, the guys have water coming out of their eyes. 

Jongho peeks over your shoulder to see the fans cheering. He even notices his family and yours are proud. His mother is crying tears of joy, his little brother is clapping for him, and his father has a merry expression. Jongho lifts his head off your shoulder to have his forehead against yours. He stares into your tearful eyes but you are smiling.

The man softly presses a kiss onto his now wife-to-be’s lips. 

#ateez #atiny #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez jongho #jongho #choi jongho #jongho ateez #jongho x reader #jongho x you #jongho x y/n #jongho fluff #jongho imagines #choi jongho x reader #choi jongho x you #choi jongho x y/n #choi jongho fluff #choi jongho imagine

[nanabansama]

Card Set Hanakotoba

Recently I was discussing with my lovely friend @istoleyourboat about the meanings behind the flowers in this new card set, and I felt the urge to chronicle them somewhere! I thought you guys might get a kick out of it, too, so this seemed as good a place as any to put it.

So without further ado...

1. Hanako-kun - Queen of the Night

The Queen of the Night (月下美人) is a cactus flower that blooms just once a year for a single night. Because of this, the most heavily associated meanings with the flower are "transient beauty", "fleeting love," and "the urge to see someone just once."

The short-lived life of this flower feels quite fitting for our ghosty boy! I also like how the flower looks both beautiful and unsettling...all around a fantastic choice by AidaIro.

2. Nene Yashiro - Strawberry Blossoms

If you have paid attention to the Hanakotoba in TBHK before, then Nene being associated with strawberries should be nothing new to you. Regardless, the prevalent Hanakotoba for Strawberry Blossoms (イチゴ) are "love," "innocence," and "you make me happy."

The "you make me happy" one makes me want to kick my feet around and squeal a little. Isn't that cute!? I also feel the strawberry is especially fitting for Nene because it seems like something she would grow in her Gardening Club.

3. Kou - Clivia

Otherwise known by the names Bush Lily or Natal Lily, the Hanakotoba for Clivia (君子蘭) are "sincere," "noble" and "good-hearted."

I think this all fits very nicely with our resident good boy Kou, hm?

4. Teru - Bird of Paradise

The Bird of Paradise (ストレリチア) symbolizes "faithfulness," "magnificence," "a bright future" and "superficial love."

Even at a glance this flower really pops out at you, making it a great fit for the ever-impressive Teru. I really, really love this choice!!

5. Sakura - Hellebore

Otherwise known as the Christmas Rose, the Hellebore (クリスマスローズ) represents "reminiscence," "never forget me" and "notice my woes."

The way this beautiful flower seems to cast its head down makes it look almost sad. I suppose that's why it has such pitiful meanings associated with it!

6. Natsuhiko - King Protea

King Protea (キングプロテア), also known as the Sugarbush, symbolizes "strength," "courage," "resilience," and "a king's quality."

If you notice, Natsuhiko always has a little crown-shaped tuft hidden in his hair, so AidaIro associating Natsuhiko with a flower that references royalty pleases me. There's still a lot of mystery surrounding him, but we can at least confirm that Natsuhiko is, indeed, strong and resilient.

7. Akane - Ivy

The plain, non-flowering ivy stands out in stark contrast to the other plants here, but that's because the hanakotoba for it is just that good. Ivy (ヘデラ) means "everlasting love," "I take this feeling to the afterlife," "faithfulness", and "marriage."

Like, if that doesn't scream Akane, I don't know what does.

8. Aoi - Hydrangea

Again, if you've been paying attention to Hanakotoba in the series, this will not be the first time you've seen Aoi paired with hydrangea. Regardless, hydrangea (アジサイ) represents "enduring love," "mystique," and "fickleness."

The hydrangea is also associated with rejection, more specifically the coldness of a person who rejects the romantic advances of another. It's just such a perfect Aoi flower, there's no wonder AidaIro is so attached to it.

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Thank you for reading till the end! And I urge you to look up these flowers yourself and see if you can find any meaning to them I may have missed. You might find something brilliant that I completely overlooked!

#tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #hanakotoba #aoi akane #akane aoi #hanako kun #nene yashiro #amane yugi #natsuhiko hyuuga #sakura nanamine #teru minamoto #kou minamoto

[writersmess]

Ok, first of all

I LOVED the buck fanfic you wrote the other day, my heart...melting! So, I came back with a New idea! (If you want it, of course)

Now. Season 6 Was a rollercoaster of emotions, especially when buck got Hit by lighting. What if his fiance (from your other work) is by him day and night, being all calm and optimistic, knowing buck. And when he finally draws his first breath all alone, she just falls on her knees, crying and finally letting it all out what she held back all this time?

Now, if you don't want to do it, just simply skip 😊 no one forces you. Anyway! Have a great time and take Breaks, think about yourself.

COME BACK (TO REALITY) | EVAN BUCKLEY

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: After being proposed to by Buck in the middle of the night, you didn’t expect an accident to change the course of your lives.

Warning: Mental breakdown, crying, hospital, mention of being struck by lightning.

Word count: 1.5k

a/n: oh my god, I didn’t think it would take me so long to get back. these months have been so crazy at work, I’ve been doing crazy shifts and I’m trying to get my social life back together again. I’ve missed writing for our troublemaker boy.

I hope you enjoy it!!! And I apologize if there’s any mistakes, English is not my first language.

It can be read as a sequel to Vivid Dream.

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“buck had an accident, we’re at the hospital”

All it took was one message to turn your life upside down.

It’s funny how life is a great well of irony. you spend half of your life by yourself, sometimes hoping to find your soulmate, sometimes not. and then you find them. and they’re everything you didn’t even know you were looking for.

It was amazing how you and buck matched but at the same time were so different. you were adorable. had the warmest and the most welcoming smiles and hugs, and the best advice anyone could ever need. and you were determined, you knew what you wanted for your future, ever since you were a kid. and buck, well, it was buck. the boy who ran away in the hope of finding himself and finding the true meaning of happiness.

which he didn’t imagine that it would be in those sparkling eyes of yours or in that sincere smile on your lips.

and you also didn’t expect to find it so soon in a man like buck. so spontaneous, with such a beautiful smile, and with such a traumatic past.

and that was your fiancé now.

after proposing at 4am in the middle of a shift. with no ring and definitely with no preparation, but with the greatest love that could fit inside of that heart full os scars of him.

“going on a call. love you”

The opened and unanswered message screamed in the car holder as you drove through the dark and empty streets of L.A.

you didn’t know what to expect, what could have happened. you took deep and long breathes, your hands shaking as you gripped the steering wheel, your heart pounding.

“He was struck by lightning”

you knew all the risks that this job entailed, but this was something totally beyond your imagination. it was something impossible to predict.

you paced back and forth in the corner of the waiting room, not wanting to see the looks of pity from your friends. buck would be fine soon, he would face this like he faced everything else.

Eddie without saying a word stopped in front of you and waited until you noticed his presence, so he could hug you. and that’s exactly what you needed at the moment.

“only one of you can go and see him now”

before the doctor had finished his sentence you were at his side, walking with him to the room where your best friend, your fiancé, was.

and he was there. sedated. intubated. It’s like your world was one step away from falling apart. You’d never felt like this before, like control was out of your hands. you had it all figured out, all the plans, the dreams, the next steps, everything was millimetrically planned. and suddenly it wasn’t anymore. your eyes were on Buck lying on the gurney, in such a deep sleep, his face was confused, his frown slightly furrowed, as if he was in an argument, or frustrated.

a few days has passed and Buck’s condition was stable. the days had been grayer, your apartment was empty and you didn’t feel like working, at all. but you woke up every day, put a smile on your face and tried to be optimistic, you had faith that he would get well, he needed to. he needed to come back to you.

You didn’t know it, but 118 commented about you, they thought you were in a state of shock. you didn’t cry, quite the opposite, you always had a smile on your face. when someone was worried about Buck’s situation, you would put your hand on their shoulder and tell them that everything would be fine, that he would be back soon. Eddie was very worried. he knew you, and he knew that you were going to fall apart at any moment, and he hoped to be around when it happened.

you were coming into Buck’s room when you saw Chris talking to your unconscious fiancé, and your eyes automatically filled with tears. you kept quiet and stood in the corner watching the scene and could see Eddie drying his tears, and your heart sank. you needed the love of your life back, Eddie needed his best friend back, Chris needed his playmate back. Buck needed to come back, he needed to fill in the gaps that were open in so many hearts.

“hey buddy, how was your conversation with Buck?” you made yourself noticed when Chris finished talking to him and he smiled when he saw you.

“is he going to be okay right?” Eddie could see you trying hard to hold back the tears, something he didn’t even bother to hide anymore.

“of course sweety, he’ll come back to us”

***

it was mid-afternoon, you were sitting in the chair next to his bed, trying to read a book, when your mind started to take you to places you didn’t want to go. everything started coming at you hard, all these feelings. it was an anxiety crisis. you felt your heart pounding, difficulty in drawing in air, and tears began to fall.

you approached the bed and held tightly onto the hand of the man lying in that bed.

“babe I can’t do it anymore. I can’t put a smile on my face and pretend that everything is fine when it isn’t. I need you here with me. I know you’ll be fine, I know it. but Chris, Eddie, damn it, everyone, needs you back, we need you, I need you, and I don’t know how to go on without you here, I don’t know. So i need you to fight for me, for us, fight and win this battle babe, win it for me and don’t leave me, please don’t leave me”

And you couldn’t imagine it, but the other end of the line that connected Buck to this plan was in you. He clung to that, he clung to you, to the thought of having you again, and for that he fought, for you he broke the glass that separated him between dream and reality, between life and death, it was for you that everything was worth it. Because of you he would come back.

And he did it.

You could feel a grip on your hand, it was light, but it was there. your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. this couldn’t be a reflex, you couldn’t believe it was. and it really wasn’t, your Buck was coming back, he was reacting.

As if he’d sensed it, Eddie appeared in the room with the coffee he’d gone to grab, at the exactly moment your knees failed, and he held you.

“I-Is he...?”

“Hey hey, calm down”

You couldn’t complete the sentence, and before your friend could question you, you heard a weak cough, it was Buck, he really was there. back to you.

You were holding Buck’s hand as if your life depended on it, and to be honest, it kind of did. you, who had never fallen in love in your life, were completely surrendered to those blue eyes that you had begged to see again.

You didn’t notice the moment Eddie left the room, but when your eyes met Buck’s, you burst into tears. He couldn’t say much, and you didn’t even need or want him to try, he was there, that’s all that mattered at the moment. you had your head resting on your intertwined hands on the bed, and the sobs coming from your lips left the words stuck in your throat and in your mind. Buck slowly and painfully raised his trembling hand, reaching your head and resting his hand there.

He waited until you calmed down, and his chest tightened at the way you looked at him. your lips trembling and your face wet from the tears that kept falling down your cheeks.

“you’re back”

“for you” his voice was weak and hoarse.

“I never thought I could love someone the way I love you, buck. please don’t do it again, I know I can’t take it one more time” your voice was low and trembling.

“I proposed to you, I had to come back to make sure it would happen,” he whispered with that little smile on his lips.

“You idiot, you made me a promise to love me for the rest of my days, I was going to pick you up wherever you were,” you replied in a whisper and placed a light kiss on his lips, afraid of hurting him.

“I love you, and i’m going to keep that promise” he said and you nodded your head.

that intimate moment between you lasted only a few minutes, then the nurses and doctor entered the room to check on Buck and as soon as they allowed his friends to come in, the mess was made. there was laughter and loud conversation, happy hugs and stories about the day of the accident, you could hear “too soon?” too many times in a short period of time and all you could do was laugh.

You could see the happiness in your fiancé’s eyes as everyone gathered around, and you finally felt your heart calm down. he was really there, he came back to you and you could finally live out your vivid dreams together.

#911 imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #911 fanfic #buck x reader #evan buck buckley

[runby2]

hi it's the creator of horse plinko and other huge posts on this site.

i wanted to make a quick post on here, not to keep everyone updated on my life, because i'm going to keep staying far away from social media, but to let everyone know that if you feel like you are endlessly changing yourself to fit your following's perfect standards, you are not actually getting better as a person. why do i say this? growing up, i had a horrible childhood and it was hard to grasp a sense of self, so the internet was a good escape. i made posts about current topics, tried to get a lot of notes, and when i got those notes i felt like my life had a purpose. i didn't let myself ever find out who i truly was because early on i was so obsessed with being the perfect persona on the internet and avoiding home life, that i had literally linked my life cable to the internet. i was the living definition of chronically online. i was so young too, so i saw a bright future ahead of myself. "it can only go up from here." 3 years of complete isolation happened after my 18 years in a cult, and recovering from mental institutional abuse. and i went by juicedoesthings. and i fought with every part of myself, ignoring my DID and even having alters post inspirational paragraphs about why DID is 'something i know i don't have because ___'- some you can probably still find on this blog buried deep somewhere - i was lost in a cycle of amnesia and perfectionism to the point ALL of my identities were juicedoesthings, and we were all the same, and if one of us stepped out of line, we'd shun it. we couldn't risk being problematic. we couldn't risk everything we've worked up to be crumble. because that was all we were. don't make your identity a username. don't keep track of what is and is not acceptable at the current time in a fandom of any sort. don't curate your art just because a discourse blog reblogged it for clout. don't overthink some personal statement you made just because thirty people sent you personalized death threats. don't forget about nuance, and in the most sincere way i can communicate this, touch grass. and find out what comforts you. learn what makes you happy, not what can improve you. this post will probably be drowned under reblogs as my life goes on and i occasionally check back into this ghost town of what used to be my only identity. but tumblr fame has irreversibly damaged me, and how i perceive myself. it took so long for me to feel like it was okay to make mistakes. if the above sounds like you, i desperately urge you to find a way out of that cycle. don't chase fame online. anonymity can definitely get you where you want to be safely. over my years on here ive seen children adults and teens ask how to make a webcomic, how i got this many followers, how i became "me". i was conforming. i became perfect for the internet, but i didn't have any sense of self. don't be like me. don't become me. just create, and disconnect yourself from who you think you need to be in order to be enough.

#positivity #recovery #art #webcomics #juicedoesthings

[117luv]

THE PARENT TRAP — LHS | CHAPTER 16

synopsis: jungwon and ni-ki met each other at a summer camp and found out they were fraternal twins. this leads to events where the two ex-lovers, heeseung and yn, are reunited after 14 years by their children.

genre: exes to lovers, smau, fluff

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, poor attempts in humor, grammatical errors, marriage, pregnancy, parenthood, miscommunication

taglist: CLOSED!

a/n: hey loves! im BACK again with a new update and my writer's block is slowly fading away and i just finished my exams few days ago. damn almost 2 months since my last update? i sincerely apologize for everyone that has been waiting but rest assured, im planning to finish this smau this month (hopefully i actually do this) ne ways enjoy this chapter and love yall <3

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The date was decent, to say the least. The guy was nice enough to go on a blind date for the sake of his grandmother being worried about him and his love life. In order to ease her worries, he decided to go through with the date. They talked about their personal lives, such as how he wanted to start a small flower business near a school where his first love was working, while she talked about not standing up on this date as a sign of respect for him. She had also mentioned that her twin boys pushed her to go despite her initial disagreement. They had a lot of fun swapping stories, but Heeseung saw this as the two of them enjoying the date, which might lead to a deeper relationship in the future. His heart felt a tug, but at the end of the day, all he wanted was for her to be happy, even if he wasn't the reason for her smile. After all, she deserves everything this world has to offer.

Time came quickly, and after 2 hours of talking, they swapped goodbyes, and he offered to ride her home, which she declined because someone would be fetching her. She texted Heeseung to fetch her at the restaurant. As he received the message, he quickly drove to the front of the restaurant, where she was waiting for him. He opened the door for her and went back to drive her back home. The ride home was silent in comparison with their usual chat whenever they are alone. He just seemed off to her, but she can't pinpoint what the exact reason was for his demeanor. After a few minutes, she asked him to stop in an empty parking lot, which he complied with easily.

After he stopped the car, she asked him, "What's wrong, Heeseung?" to which he replied with a short response of "I'm okay, don't worry about me," but she wasn't satisfied with his answer. She explained that he was acting different after he fetched her, but he kept brushing off the fact that he was just tired. Her persistence never stopped, and he angrily told her, "Fine, I'm jealous. I saw you two in the restaurant laughing and having fun, and I felt jealous. For the longest time, I still love you. My feelings for you never changed after so many years. I tried to forget you and ventured to date a few years ago, but they will never be you. I longed for you, Yn. But seeing you smiling and laughing with other men made me feel that perhaps you have indeed moved on and I should move on as well." He kept talking, but she gave him a kiss to silent him.

The kiss felt like electricity running through their skin; it felt like their first kiss all over again. A kiss that is full of love, in which he responded back with a more firm kiss back towards her, filled with longing. He had longed for her for so many years, and the kiss proved it. After a few minutes, she pulled away to take a breath. She stared at his face as she examined his reaction. Before he could even respond, she spoke up. "I love you too, Heeseung. No need to be jealous over a man like him. We just talked about him wanting to build a small flower shop near the school where his first love was working. I even talked about you and the boys to him. He opened my eyes and made me realize that all I ever want is to be with you and our boys. I won't want to change any of that; I have longed for you. I want you back in my life, my love," she said as she placed a firm kiss on his lips.

He was too speechless to respond to anything, but he hugged her tightly in his embrace. He can't believe that the woman he always loved still loved him after so many years, and it wasn't a one-sided feeling the entire time. He started the car again and told her that they would be going to their old hangout spot. He wanted some alone time with her before they went back home. They stopped in a small park where they had always gone when they were teenagers. A night spent with her was all he needed to feel at ease. After all, his home has always been hers.

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[day-drawn-blog]

Part VIII: "Your blood like wine, I wanted in. Oh darling get me drunk, invite me in" - I want to live.

Pairing: Astarion x Reader -- This is set in Act I

Tags: SMUT.

Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon

Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace

Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live

Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known

Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.

Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours.

Part IX : I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

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"Maybe I should help clean you. " He smiled. "We don't want to attract, any more...vampires" He waded towards you in waist deep waters. "I am not one to share my treasures with others, you see". He smirked as he picked up a linen cloth then stood in front of you. Gently he placed the warm wet cloth on your shoulder cut. You had suffered quite a few from the splinter shower earlier.

On your cheeks, shoulders. Collarbones.

You felt his touch. His breath on your skin. A sensation was spreading through you. But you steeled yourself. You wanted to... no, you needed to talk to him. Confront him...on his confounding behavior. His oscillating warmth and icy cold demeanor. Of Shadowheart... yes, you definitely needed to talk about her... And what about... the other night, when his bite evolved to...more.

No, you didn't want to talk to him about that. 

Silence shrouded you both, as you were lost in thought, only broken by the sound of the splashing water. As he kept cleaning each wound, one by one. Lost in his own world. Was he returning your favor, of dressing his wounds from the other night? You wondered. This man....had a way of returning every favor you did him. Why? Except when he drinks you, the only thing he does, is .... Kiss you. 

So that's why ....he kissed you.

Of course! Hah. You weren't sure if you felt glad you figured him out or sad to know his true intentions. You laughed at yourself for thinking he had any real affection for you. Your smile broke him out of his reverie. "Hmmm...?" He looked at you, with solemn eyes. "You haven't come for my blood in a while. You found other... sources, I presume". You waited. Did you want him to crave you and you alone?

Don't be silly, you told yourself. 

"I wasn't sure ... if I could have restrained myself. So I kept my distance". He looked at you. Sincere, but with piercing, intense eyes. "Every time I drink you, I lose myself in you... Perhaps, because ...you are my first ....my master once said ..." He trailed off. "No, never mind".

Another secret. You thought. 

"Are you saying... I'm bad for you?" He chuckled at the conclusion you had drawn. "Quite the contrary. I'm afraid. But I wasn't happy, not knowing, didn't know...how I would feel, the next time...". He put both his hands around you, holding the ledge of the water. Caging you. "But, I may have a faint idea, why...if you let me, I could confirm, if I'm right". 

"Sure. Glad to help". The Hero in you responded without thinking. 

He grinned.

Then put two fingers on your chin, and then trailed the fingers down your neck, settling on your chest. Between your breasts on your bodice. Then a flick of his wrist, and he had undone the clasps. Before you had time to react, he held both your hands and pinned them behind you. 

What? Your bodice was undone! 

Wait! Shocked you looked at him. Your nipples still covered by what remained of the material. You felt blood rush to your face. He was still smiling. Very pleased. "Did you like my sleight of hand, cap'n" he grinned at you. Your face was hot. You tried to wrest free but your arms were still held in his strong grasp. With the same two fingers, he gently pushed the unbuttoned bodice over your left shoulder. 

No...please ...you bit your lips. 

"I do like it when you plead me with your eyes" his eyes were heavy, drunk with lust it seemed. You resolved not to let him have what he wanted. You pursed your lips determined not to let a sound escape. "200 years with countless victims, of course, you have perfected your skills" you cut back. 

Perhaps bitter, that you were not his first. 

"Not of my own free will" he answered sadly, "And yet some of them couldn't even grant me temporary pleasure." There was regret in his voice. You looked at him. Unsure what to make of that emotion. "What makes you think, I will?" You asked, indignant. Still a prisoner in his hands, trying to wrest free. 

He smirked at that challenge. 

"Come now, don't be coy. Your body's already given you away... I could feel it, as I was getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement....". You couldn't refute him. Remembering what you did the last time. By now he had taken every bit of clothing off your chest and laid it on the grass behind. He took you in with his eyes. No....don't look. You looked to the side. 

Don't look at me. 

He was just getting started. Fully exposing you, he circled a nipple with his thumb. You arched your back. The pleasure was unbearable. Then he touched another with his thumb, you moaned. He then took it between two long fingers, and stretched his hand to touch the other one with his thumb. Squeezing your breasts together with one hand. 

You couldn't hold it any longer. 

Your breath quickened. You let out quiet little moans and sucked in air. Breathing with your mouth, short of air. He dropped his lips on your open mouth and found your tongue with his. The devil. But you felt your resolve melt away. You kissed him back. He let your hands go, and held you in his arms caressing your back. You pulled him into your embrace, tugging at his hair. You didn't want this moment to stop. 

"I know...." he said briefly before kissing you again, "...how you feel..." then kissed you again... "...because I feel it too..." 

You reached down and grabbed him. 

He moaned. A low throaty growl. He was already enlarged and extremely thick. Hard. "You cheeky little pup. Aren't you just....asking for it". He smirked again, pleasantly surprised. You pumped with your hands. The odd sense of control and when you pleasured him was ... unfamiliar and...all consuming. As if, the tables had turned. He shuddered at your moves. 

"The gods made you, to ruin ...me". 

He whispered, on your neck, before pulling your hands out and holding them, about your head. "Patience, darling" he growled. Then as if to punish your transgression put a finger down your underwear. Your felt a flame engulf you. The throbbing between your legs was excruciating. You wanted to feel him press against you. 

He put his lips on your chest, between your breasts. 

He looked at you, piercing, smouldering. "Push me away, if you like, my love" he said. You didn't know what warranted this warning from him till you felt something cold and sharp touch your skin. You looked down at him to find him sinking his fangs into you. A wave of euphoria courses through you. You couldn't tell if it was him drinking you, or his fingers, between your legs. It was all too much. 

You leaned back and looked at the stars. 

You felt all your strength leave you. Intoxicated you stared at the night sky. You could let him ruin you. You would surrender to him if he wished. You could be his if he wanted...forever. He took his hand out of your legs and held you squarely around your hips. Then he stopped drinking and licked his bite mark the way he always did. Then kissed it. And licked the side of your left breast. Eventually he engulfed one in his mouth. 

You moaned out loud. 

He put a hand on your mouth. "Hush darling...". Probably the sensible decision...you were in a rather, compromising state. You wouldn't want to be discovered. But what were you to do as he licked and kissed your breasts. There was something you needed to tell him...or ask him..but what was it. It felt like a lifetime ago. You could no longer remember. All you could think of, was your pulsating core, as you straggled him harder under the water. 

"I think we should get back, darling". 

"You must be exhausted and in need of some food...and rest.". He lifted you up from your half recline. You fell on his shoulders and embraced him. All you wanted, was to be close to him. Euphoric, ecstatic he had made you feel things you hadn't felt in a very long time, if ever. On his shoulders, you felt, your burning core. You gripped his shoulders, his back...hard. Your naked upper bodies, wet from the water, touching.

"Ravish me. Ravage me..." You begged.

"I wouldn't want to eat you up, all at once" 

You could feel his grin. That half smile that you found so attractive. "I want to savor you...slowly ....darling". You had no strength in you. Was it the blood loss? He got out of the water. Stretched out his hand, and pulled you out, and you followed reluctantly. Then helped you dress. Undid what he had done to the bodice. As you stood there dazed, he reached out and firmly held your hand in his. It felt like a dream. He led you back. you felt you could follow him anywhere. And perhaps you were.

Following him to your ruin. 

Part IX : I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

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[oreacreammiddle]

he hallways of the high school were bustling with students, their voices echoing off the walls. Gojo Satoru's heart raced as he made his way towards his crush's locker. Today was the day he had decided to confess his feelings, no longer content with just admiring her from afar.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, and approached her with a confident stride. She turned, her eyes lighting up as she noticed him.

"Hey, Gojo," she greeted with a warm smile. "What's up?"

Gojo returned the smile, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something important. Do you have a moment?"

She nodded, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Of course, Gojo. What's on your mind?"

Finding a quiet corner in the hallway, away from the hustle and bustle, Gojo gathered his thoughts and spoke from the heart.

"Ever since I met you, something changed within me," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. "Your smile, your laughter, the way you light up a room — it all captivates me. I find myself thinking about you constantly, and I can't deny the feelings that have grown in my heart."

His crush listened intently, her expression a mix of surprise and anticipation. Gojo continued, his words flowing freely now.

"I'm falling for you, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. You're not just someone I admire from a distance. I want to be the one who makes you smile, who supports you, and who shares all the joys and challenges of life with you."

Gojo took a moment to gauge her reaction, his heart pounding with anticipation. She smiled, a blush coloring her cheeks.

"Gojo, I... I've felt the same way," she admitted, her voice filled with warmth. "Your presence, your humor, the way you make me feel at ease... It's something special."

Relief washed over Gojo, and a wide grin spread across his face. "Really? You have no idea how happy that makes me."

She reached out, gently taking his hand in hers. "Gojo, I'd be honored to explore this connection between us. Let's see where our feelings take us."

Gojo felt a surge of joy and excitement, a weight lifted off his shoulders. He squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"I can't wait to see what the future holds for us," he said, his voice filled with optimism.

And in that moment, Gojo Satoru and his crush began a new chapter in their lives, stepping forward into a journey of love, support, and shared experiences

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[bts-roses]

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summary - Sometimes being best friends with Jungkook isn’t all that great, especially when he’s in love with someone else.

pairing - jeon jungkook x reader

genre - angst (hint of fuff), unrequited love(s)

word count - 2.7k

warnings - swearing :o, jungkook is going through it, y/n is going through it, y/n gets a burn :o, imagery of fire

set before After Hours

Jungkook was a ticking bomb. 

“We have some news.” Taehyung starts, glancing excitedly at the woman sitting beside him.

You look at the couple in front of you, trying to read the strange atmosphere. Your friendship group were about to have your monthly dinner at Taehyung and Jinah’s apartment. The wooden table was set more pristine than usual; the perfectly placed candlesticks and bouquets of flowers adorned the small dining room. This was an occasion. Your brows furrow at their elongated silence, staring at each other like they were the only ones in the room. You sneak a glance at your best friend next to you and you aren’t surprised to see the same puzzled expression on his face.

“So... Are you going to tell us or are we supposed to read your minds?” Jungkook remarks light-heartedly, bursting the imaginary bubble between the couple.

“Do you want to tell them? Or should I?” Taehyung teasingly asks Jinah and she rolls her eyes at the unnecessary anticipation.

“We’re getting married!” She bursts out, holding up her hidden hand to show a dainty diamond ring.

You freeze. 

A beat of silence spreads through the candlelit room. You meekly take another glance at the man beside you and you feel yourself flinch at the sight of him. It was as if one of the candles that illuminated his face flickered onto the fuse of his heart. You can tell he was using every fibre of his being to try and not drag his tongue across his cheek. You silently thank the gods that he doesn’t as that would’ve been a dead giveaway for his anger. But still, his jaw clenches and you notice the way his whole body tenses up. 

Tick.

“That’s great!” Jungkook exclaims a bit too happily and you discreetly jump at the suddenness.

You quickly smile at the couple, who doesn’t notice his slightly sarcastic tone, and sincerely add, “I’m so happy for you guys. When did you propose?”

“Oh, it wasn’t me.” Taehyung dismisses when he sees you looking at him, “Jinah got down on one knee last week.”

“Oh my God, really?” you ask, excitedly looking at Jinah, “What happened to your dream proposal?”

The other woman laughs, remembering the conversations during your wine-stained nights about your ideal future lives and the dreams you both painted with the strokes of intoxicated hopes.

“Well, we were planning on getting married anyways and the moment was just right.” she explains, lovingly glancing at her fiancé, “Don’t want to be too mushy with you guys but every moment with him just felt like the right moment. So I just wanted to speed up the process. You know, start the rest of my life with him a bit sooner...”

“Aw babes,” Taehyung teasingly coos, giving her a big kiss on her cheek and she whines in response.

You jokingly groan in disgust, warily glancing at Jungkook. He tries to join in on the joyous atmosphere by tensely chuckling at the couple’s interaction. His laughter carries a subliminal tension, you almost feel the flame in him grow bigger and bigger.

“And that isn’t all!” Jinah gleefully announces, “We also wanted to tell you, my most favourite people in the whole world-”

“Besides me, of course.” Taehyung cockily says.

You hear a sharp intake of breath.

Tick.

“You need to shut up,” She jokingly scolds, elbowing his side, “As I was saying, we were thinking about it and Jungkook, we want you to be our, well Tae’s, best man!”.

Another beat of silence fills the room yet its deafening. You don’t know if the crackling noise is coming from the ridiculous amounts of candles in the room or if its the sound of Jungkook’s anger. Whatever it is, you feel your heart burn with it.

Jungkook looks around at the three people in the room surprised, “M-me?”

Intently looking at him, you try and work out what he’s feeling. Is he about to detonate out in anger? Is he about to walk out of here? Turn the perfectly set table over? Make all these candles burn the whole place down? But it was when you observed his clenched fists at his lap and the glossy sheen over his doe eyes you realise: he’s distraught. Swiftly, you grab his hand underneath the table. 

“Why you acting shocked man? Of course you are gonna be my best man.” Taehyung points out and laughs, giving out a fond smile to his friend.

Tick

You feel his fingers subtly squeeze your comforting hand harder. Your heart feels a tame scorch at the action. Hearing him laugh, you sigh quietly in relief.

“I’m honoured.” He truthfully admits, “I won’t let you down, Tae.”

He turns to look at you and he sends you a reassuring gaze, as if to say he’s fine. You counter with a slightly pointed look, as if to say you can tell he’s not. Just as your about to grasp his hand tighter, he removes his hand from yours and looks away. Your heart burns deeper at the empty feeling, staring at him with a bittersweet smile on your face, not noticing Taehyung catching your stare at the man beside you.

“Okay, before Tae and Jungkook start making out,” Jinah looks at you with glee dancing across her face, “My sweet angel Y/n, will you be my maid of honour!?”

As if Jinah extinguished the slight burn in your heart, your eyes grow wide with surprise and let out a small happy squeal, gazing joyously into Jinah’s eyes. She takes your hands into hers, sharing your excitement with hers when you nod enthusiastically. You hear Taehyung make a comment about how it seems like the wedding was to actually please the girls. You both ignore him, realisation hitting you, you smack Jinah’s hand playfully. She fake cries in pain, confused at your actions.

“Oh my god.” You laugh out, “your sister is going to kill you!”

“No don’t- don’t even think about her. She’ll get over it. Besides, I trust you more than her and it feels just right with you taking the role.” Jinah says, feigning shyness, “And besides, if I was going to marry anyone else, it would have been you! Thought it would be very cliché of me to have a secret love as an important part of the wedding.”

Tick.

You stifle a laugh at Jinah’s joke, and Taehyung playfully pushes his fiancé. Next to you, the man forces out a few breathes, trying to join the laughter. His fists, however, grip the dusty pink tablecloth.

The dinner inches along painfully slow. The mixed emotions from both the joy for the couple and the acute awareness of Jungkook quietly breaking next to you overwhelms you. You instead find yourself grappling with gratitude and irritation towards the small lights - thankful for obscuring Jungkook’s and your discomfort yet annoyed for spotlighting this tragedy unravelling before the two lovers who remain blissfully unaware of the heartbreak right in front of them.

The night continues with discussions about potential wedding plans: the venue, the guest list, and season. Jinah leans towards a candlelit ceremony, but Tae jokes there would be too much smoke. He makes everyone chuckle at the thought of Namjoon accidentally catching his suit on a candle, effectively burning the place down. You feel yourself offer a comforting hand on Jungkook’s thigh as he struggles to engage in the conversation. He contributes as little dialogue as socially acceptable, his hands clutching the tablecloth tighter.

“And I want a shit ton of flowers” Jinah laughs. She falls silent before resuming, remembering a question she was meaning to ask, “Oh, Jungkook! What was the name of those flowers you gave me again? They were so beautiful! I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Jungkook flushes at the sudden focus on him, he clears his throat.

“The tiger lily” he pauses, “It’s our birth flower.”

As Jinah reacts with excitement and talks about the flower would be the motif flower, your breath hitches at the memory of Jungkook’s gesture. It was the moment he realised that the woman in front of him only saw him as a friend. It was also the first moment your heart combusted at the realisation that Jungkook didn’t love you but someone else.

“Y/n! You’re the expert on flower meanings,” Jinah turns to you, excitement beaming on her face, “What does the flower mean? And please don’t tell me it means something like patriotic or obedience.”

Silence fills the room. You almost glare at the empty plate in front of you, resisting the urge to scoff at how cruelly comedic this all was.

“It means ‘please love me.’” 

Tick.

You hear Jinah express awe, lovingly looking at Taehyung who stares back at her in the exact same way. They both fail to connect the lily’s meaning to the fact that Jungkook gave those flowers not because they were friends who shared a birthday, but as a confession. You notice the other side of the table move slightly and you look down to see Jungkook’s fist gripping the tablecloth impossibly tighter, moving all the contents on it. Alarmed, you notice the candle stick on his side slowly tipping over. You catch it before it falls over and you place it on your side, wondering if the burn of the flame would mirror how your heart feels right now.

As the couple continues talking, you place your hand over Jungkook’s and he releases the tablecloth much to your relief. Yet, you feel his intensifying anger radiate off him with every mention of the wedding, every suggestion, every plan, the fuse inching closer and closer to detonation. Every word agonisingly dragging him to the realisation that this was all real.

Tick. 

“Yes, and obviously, Jungkook and Y/n will sing at our wedding!” Jinah states, as if it’s common knowledge.

Surprised, you exchange glances, your brows furrowed in confusion. But before you can gently dissuade her, Jungkook beats you to it.

“Wait what?” Jungkook enquires, “Are you sure? Professional wedding singers would be better, you know?.

“No please! It would mean the world to me. Y/n I haven’t heard you sing in ages!” Jinah begs, her tragically beautiful eyes pleading with her.

You make a quiet remark about there being a good reason for that (you aren’t the best singer). The soon-to-be-bride ignores you with an eye roll.

“Hey, this is my wedding, if I want my two gorgeously talented friends to sing at my wedding, I will have my two gorgeously talented friends sing at my wedding. Especially you, Jungkook; you used to always sing for me!”

Tick.

You both abandon your upcoming protests at the statement, quietly agreeing to her. Taehyung comments on how Jinah is already turning into Bridezilla, which earns a deserved smack from her. Jungkook lets out a laugh and your unsure if it was at the joke or the absurdity of the whole situation.

“Anyways...” Jinah continues, looking at the table with a breath-taking smile, “I want to thank you guys for coming tonight and celebrating with us.”

She moves to quickly poor everyone’s glasses with more sparkling wine, making a big show in lifting hers up with the expectation for everyone to follow suit. 

“Cheers to love!”

Tick.

And when you raise your glass to meet the other three, you feel the burn of the candle on your arm. You chuckle. The pain does feel just like your heart.

When the night finally ends, Jinah and Taehyung blows all the candles out while Jungkook helps you put your coat on without it rubbing on your newly formed burn. Taehyung gives you an enquiring look at your disheartened expression, you shake your head, not wanting to answer him in this moment. They both linger in the doorway after you exchange hugs and goodbyes, you cringe at the lingering scent of smoke from the extinguished flames. 

Exciting the apartment complex, you inhale the crisp, clear air, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere inside. You watch as Jungkook tensely walks to his car. Knowing its best to remain quiet, you let out a shaky exhale and watch your breath dissipate in the air.

The car ride is quiet, accompanied by the low melodies dancing out of Jungkook’s car. Although the night is cold, Jungkook remains radiating an intense heat, and you finally see his tongue drag across his cheek.

Upon entering his apartment, he holds the door open for you as you walk in. Standing together in his kitchen, you watch as he leans back, closes his eyes, and releases an unstable breath. His brows furrow in anguish as he processes the recent events. With an ache in your heart, you reach out to him, yearning to soothe the flames that flash behind his eyes.

“Jungkook...”, your voice hesitates, the weight of the unspoken question hanging heavily, “Are you okay?”

His silence is deafening, and in a desperate attempt to offer comfort, you reach out to comfortingly touch his arm, a silent plea for him to confide in you. At the feeling of your presence, he flinches away, as if your touch was ice cold, threatening to extinguish the flames within him.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

He looks at you, and for a fleeting moment, you see the fire within him falter down. But before you could let out relieved smile, it detonates. 

“Do you think I’m okay? Does any of this stupid fucking situation seem okay? This- this is just so fucked. So tell me, how the fuck can I be okay in this situation?!”

He snaps, heat laced in his words and his body language, hitting the countertop with a forceful impact. He swears at the self-inflicted pain in his hand, unleashing a stream of loud curses into the room. Instinctively, you quickly move to grab his arms before he continues to batter the surface. He looks at you with blown out eyes, a silent plea for an answer. As he drops his arms, withdrawing from your touch, pain combusts in his eyes. You yearn to run past his anger, comfort him, and ease his turmoil. But his flames are too intense, too guarded, and leaving you at a helpless loss for words. Your heart is scorched as you witness him heartbroken, deeply in love with someone who isn’t you, and all you can do is feel the pain slowly engulf your chest in flames.

It falls silent.

You have enough self-worth to know your heart’s been burned enough tonight so you both just stand there in the quiet aftermath. The room is enveloped in the heavy smoke of silence as Jungkook’s flames finally flicker out, as if he comes back to his senses.

“Shit, I’m sorry...” Jungkook curses out, “I’m just... I can’t- I don’t know what to do. I think I just...”

A quiet understanding lingers in the space between you two. You don’t need to say anything because Jungkook knows your there, and he feels himself calm down in your presence. He doesn’t need to say anything as well because you know him and you know right now he just needs time. You give him an earnest smile, as if to say it’s okay. Jungkook believes you, feeling his heart cool down for now. 

You slowly move to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. He sinks into your touch. He almost laughs at how much your presence calms him; you pray he can’t feel how jittery he makes your chest feel.

“Y/n, what do I do?” he mumbles into your neck, you feel him shudder as if he got a chill when you rub his back to soothe him.

“We can be happy for them Jungkook” you say honestly, warmth circulating your body when you feel him tighten his arms around your waist, “I think that’s all we can do.”

After a silent beat and a kiss to his cheek, you bid him a goodnight and a promise that you will see each other tomorrow. He tells you that he’s grateful for you; you smile as if he didn’t just incinerate your heart. 

Your heart is left in embers, flickering with the remnants of his fire: the love that was never for you.

a/n: Thank you for reading!!!!!

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[rustingcat]

Enchanted 

"I'm in love with you Lena Luthor."

The words echoed in Lena's head, as she desperately tried to connect any sense into them. A love confession was the last thing she expected that Sunday morning. Her first instincts were to dismiss it, write it off as a joke or an exaggerated friendly comment, but Kara's sincere gaze told her otherwise. It rooted her in place, unsure what to do.

"Lena?" Kara's voice came out worried. "Well, I suppose you don't have to say anything, but you're making me kinda nervous. Please, just say something."

Lena opened her mouth to talk, but came up empty. Lena realised with horror that she had no idea what to do next, she had lost control of the situation. She felt as if she was drifting in space with no anchor to keep her grounded, and it was terrifying.

What were her options? She tried to gather all of her wits to figure out the correct course of action. She could just say no and walk away, Kara would no doubt be hurt, yet she didn't think she would back away from their plan of joint parenthood. They would continue to live together, that is until Kara would no doubt find someone else, move in with them and live a happy life without her. Terrible outcome for her, yet very clear and predictable. A future she could somewhat control.

On the other hand she could say yes. Reveal her own feelings, open herself up and let herself live the life she wanted. That was the journey she was on after all, yet it could lead to so many unpredictable scenarios; Kara could realise that her feelings were not as deep and leave, they could end up not working as a couple leaving them with a constant weird awkwardness that could be unpredictable by itself, they could break up after years in a big couple's fight that would tear them apart, or they could be happy with the usual bumps in the road. All of it seemed so random and unpredictable, just thinking about it made her feel the reins of control slipping from her grasp.

Kara's eyes seemed so valuable, so open and full of love and care. She was her best friend, her most cherished ally, the mother of their future children and the love of her life.

"Lena?" Kara asked again in a small voice.

Magic was a complicated thing to practice. She felt so free letting herself dive into it, like it was a part of life that was missing for so long and she finally found it, but it was dangerous and highly unpredictable. Learning it, she tried to take small steps, keeping everything low stakes, small and controlled until she was ready for more. One hundred percent ready for more. But the book made it a constant point to remind her that magic was not about control, it was about letting go and directing the flow. Control was the thing that was holding her back. Holding her back in many aspects of her life. Maybe it was finally time to let some of it go.

Fuck it.

Lena leaned forward to finally connect their lips together. Kara seemed startled at first, but her surprise quickly subsided as she began kissing her back with matching enthusiasm, reaching up to grasp her hips to draw her closer. Lena reached to cup Kara's face with each hand, deepening the kiss as she caressed her cheek.

She got lost in the kiss, letting herself be consumed by Kara's touches and her heat, directing every ounce of emotion she had into it. They separated to breathe, foreheads touching as they panted heavily. 

They stayed in that moment, catching their breaths, while holding each other close, not saying a thing. Once they got their breathing under control, Kara lifted Lena's cupped face to meet her gaze. Lena couldn't help but smile, a shy smile that slowly spread, encompassing her entire face, Kara matched her like a mirror. 

"How do you feel?" Kara checked.

How could she even begin to describe it? She felt the heat running through her body, the fluttering butterflies in her stomach, the racing heart in her chest along with the spreading lightness and warmth, and something more… something she couldn't really describe.

"Enchanted," she answered simply. She felt a surge from the unexplainable feeling run through her as Kara's smile grew. That is until her now empty coffee mug suddenly burst in flames that disappeared in an instance. "Quite literally," she said, still shocked from the unexpected magical burst.

Kara's smile slowly turned into chuckles that gradually grew into full on laughter. Held tightly in each other’s arms in their own home, they just laughed.

Once they got their breathing back in order, their chuckles subsiding, Lena finally found the strength to say the words that have been sitting on the edge of her tongue for so long . "I love you, too. I love you so much Kara Zor-El Danvers."

Kara kissed her again, and again until the only thought in her head was Kara.

"Wait," Kara broke the kiss. "Should we… Should we talk some more?" She asked unsure.

"Um…" Lena tried to calm her racing heart and the heat that was spreading throughout her body. If Kara could be brave enough to talk she should be able to do the same, Lena owed it to her. Not to mention that talking was something they've been failing at consistently and it was probably a time to change that. "Yes. Let's talk." Lena nodded and gestured to the table under the mountain of food they were sitting beside just moments ago.

"Yes. Cool. Awesome." Kara mumbled as she sat down. "So…" she started.

"So…?"

"Um… will, I mean, if you want that is – um, do you wanna go out with me? Like on a date?" Kara barely breathed as she stumbled on her question.

Lena tried to suppress the growing grin that spread on her lips. It was ridiculous how nervous Kara was considering their heartfelt love confessions they just exchanged, not to mention the heated make out sessions. She didn't want Kara to think she was laughing at her, but she was just so adorable that Lena couldn't help herself.

"Yes," she giggled. "Kara, if you had any doubt, I want you. I want to be with you." She tried to reassure her.

"I want to do it properly." Kara insisted.

"Kara, we're living together and have twins coming in just a couple of months, proper went out the window ages ago."

"I…" Kara's face turned bright red, it really shouldn't have been so charming. "Ah, yeah," she chuckled. "We really haven't done anything in order."

"Nope." Lena laughed. "I do need you to promise me something."

"Of course, anything."

"I need to know if you're committed to this. To us. This can't be a causal thing Kara. It means too much for me, you mean too much for me."

"Lena, you're it for me. I've never been surer of anything in my life. I'd marry you right now if I could."

"We should probably go out on a date first." It was a small deflect, but Lena's body went through so many warm and positive emotions, she wasn't sure she could handle more without turning into a puddle.

"Haha, yes. Probably best. Do you have a preferred place you want to go? I think we've exhausted most restaurants in town."

"Hm…" Lena hummed and took out another scone. She spread it with some butter and jam and was about to take a bite out of the delightful deliciousness, when a thought occurred to her. "How about out of town?"

"Sure, wherever you want to go."

"It is my turn to ask, fancy a trip to Ireland?"

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