#I AM SO PROUD OF HOW SHE TURNED OUT LOOKING

[footygirl114]

R is friends with Alexia's trainer, Alexia can't take her eyes off R, R does not feel in shape enough to be there at a class run by their friend with some famous clients present, and couldn't possibly believe Alexia is enthralled by them- while working out.

No pressure! Good luck with the writing! Have fun!

The last thing you wanted to be doing on a Saturday morning was heading in to a workout class, you much preferred to get your exercise in by hiking or exploring new cities, but when your childhood best friend was opening a new fitness study in a trendy Barcelona neighbourhood you had to show up. 

Your friend had worked her ass off, she maintained a very exclusive client list including celebrities and professional athletes and everything in between. You were proud of her to watch her grow her dream into a reality and now that she has a her pwn studio you were always going to show up and be her biggest supporter. 

As you walk into the new studio you are impressed at how it looks full of life and people, as you had only seen it empty, and you smile watching her greet every person with a big smile and hug. When you get a chance to see her you cant help but to laugh and pull her into a hug. 

“Congratulations, I am so proud of you” you whispered into her ear as you squeeze her tight. 

“thank you for coming Y/N, i know this isn’t your normal scene” she says as she pulls back. 

You smile and say “I wouldn't miss this for the world.”

You don’t get a chance to say anything else as she is pulled away with a smile and you move away to get ready to start this class. You take a moment to stand off against a wall and let your eyes roam the crowd. You recognise more than a few famous faces, and you feel way out of your league when you spot the professional athlete. 

As your scanning the room, you catch the eye of a tall blonde athlete, who you are positive is Alexia Putellas. She smiles at you and you can feel the blush rush to your cheeks and when she winks you know the blush is noticeable on your face. Before you can do anything else embarrassing there is announcement to start the class. 

You make sure to put yourself to the back of the class as you were not up to embarrassing yourself in front of a room like this. 

By the end of the 45 minute session you can barley breathe and you know your shirt is covered in sweat. You don’t even want to look in the mirror as you are sure your sweaty hair is every where. You lean back agains the back wall half watching as the other participants start to gather you things and leave, most of then looking like they are barley out of breath. 

You feel her before you hear her but someone comes and stands beside you, her arm brushing yours. 

“hola” she says to you, and when you turn and see Alexia Putellas smiling at you. 

You gape at her for a moment, and squeak out a “hi” feeling the red burn of a blush on your cheeks, but you know it is covered up by the red of your cheeks from working out. 

She chuckles and says “I was hoping to catch you before you left.” 

“You were?” you immediately blurt out to her.

Nodding she says “Yes, when I see something I like I don’t like to let it pass me by.” 

“Me?” you stutter out a response, not quite believing that she would notice.

She smiles and leans in closer and whispers “Si, I noticed you right away and would like to take you out for a post workout smoothie?” 

You have a hard time responding as you can feel the whisper of her breath on your ear. 

When you do not respond she takes a step back and smiles lightly and says “No pressure, I will leave you be though.”

“Wait!” you yell out and place your hand on her forearm to keep her in place. You also notice multiple people looking at you including your friend who is smiling at winks at you. When you turn back to Alexia she is looking at you with a smirk and you smile and say “yes, I would like a smoothie with you”

She smiles brighter and says “should we jog over there together?” 

You gape at her trying to come up with a retort and before you can she bursts out laughing at your expression and says “you’re cute, but I’ll save my running for chasing after you.”

[dawngyu]

i saw this right as i was getting ready for work and guess what… i rushed through everything like a maniac just so i could get my hands on it asap… asjdhjasdhh her i am pls (ps: i still have the playlist based on the songs you listed down ahhhhh i love them)

spoilers under the cut

Jungwon was half-distracted, mind somewhere else entirely, when the girl he barely remembered the name of tugged at his collar, lips finding the side of his neck. Her fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, nails scraping lightly across his skin.

DIVORCE

Hell, he didn’t even plan on seeing her again. Jungwon didn’t do repeats.

WOW i know you warned us but </3 he's such a fboy ajsdjad

He should have walked away right then.

MENNNNNNN

okay??? i didn’t realize??? we’re starting out in his perspective??? ahhhh this couldn’t be more perfect adhsdhgds and how do you keep surprising me with your writing??? dear lord

“She’s pretty," she said, voice light, teasing. "Is that her?"

YES I AM MISS MAAM

She tilted her head, smiling like she knew something he didn’t. “The girl who rejected you during freshmen year. Jake told me.”

WAIT WHAT IS THIS LORE?

ughhh the way you write is so effortless and immersive, i love it so much. it genuinely feels like it’s all happening around me adsjakd i need to shut up before i fully embarrass myself with how much i adore you and your writing

Because for the first time in a long time, something actually fucking mattered. And he might have just ruined it before it even had the chance to start.

sir… u have a LOT of explaining to do.

wait this is so cute—the gummies??? looking back at the first part, it means so much more now. omg?? omg?? that tiny detail seriously squeezed my heart. alsooo, the banter?? chef’s kiss. reader is written so well, she’s such a girlboss and i love her sm.

Tuning out the rest of the world, unconsciously drawn to the sound of your laugh, the flash of your bag stuffed with books and candy, the easy way you moved through life like you weren’t trying to impress anyone.

this just melted my heart

Jake was courting you.

DAMN???????

jungwon is deep fr. like… he actually joined the club because of her?? adshahdgd this is showing such a different side of him compared to the first part and i’m obsesseddd. i love it so much.

"Yeah," another club member chimed in, dramatic as ever. "She said she's not ready for dating. Wants to focus on her studies first, plus she was thinking of running for the student council next year."

GIRL I LOVE HER SHE'S A CAREER WOMAN THEN

You looked relieved. Jake looked baffled.

Jungwon felt like something inside him cracked quietly open.

Raya feels her insides being twisted.

The morning Jungwon turned eighteen, the world stayed silent—for a moment.

THIS IS IT. THIS IS IT. SHURI HOLD MY HAND PLEASE.

And then bleeding in like a crack through the wall he heard it.

HE HEARD IT?

Blessing Activated: The ability to hear the thoughts of those you are conversing with.

OMG AHHHHH

And Jungwon had spent his whole life surrounded by that kind of duplicity. Family members who said "I'm proud of you" but thought "You better not ruin our name." Cousins who laughed over family dinners but secretly wished for each other's failures. An uncle who clapped him on the back and said "You’re lucky" while thinking "It should have been my son instead."

how heavy that must feel… sure, there are pros to being able to read someone’s mind—but as you wrote, the weight of it can be so isolating too. how do you even begin to tell someone, “hey, i know you were thinking the exact opposite”? asdhgdh it’s so complex. so messy. it’s a gift, but also a burden (in a way)

"Just get through this. Don’t let him see you melt like some idiot."

THE BUTTERFLIES I HAVE RN FOR THE MC'S THOUGHTS GOSH I'M HAVING SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT

“He’s not going to be your husband. No way. Watch me prove fate wrong.”

I SQUEALED. ASDUUDISG SHIT AUSDHA HOW ARE U DOING THIS?

He didn’t even realize he was grinning like an idiot until his reflection caught in the dark window. Quickly, he sobered, scolding himself but it was useless. That voice—your voice—echoed in his head with too much heat.

THIS IS CUTE AND I LOVE HIM SORRY FOR EVEN THINKING ABT DIVORCING U ASDDHIGSD

It might’ve been his favorite birthday yet. Because for the first time in a long time, he dreamed not of pressure, pleasure, or perfection, but of you.

And when morning came, groggy and golden through his window, the first thing that surfaced in his mind wasn’t the dread of responsibility.

It was you.

PEAK ROMANCE. i want these words tattooed on my body right now.

ahhhhh this got me so excited all over again—no, doubly excited. the way you reworked those scenes from his pov?? i seriously can’t get over how much i love your writing. my heart was racing the entire time. you did it again, my shuri. i cannot wait for the next part.

also this is me everytime i see you on my feed. i love u so bad ><

EIGHTEEN - YANG JUNGWON (PART II)

pairing: fboy!jungwon x reader summary: where on your 18th birthday, you receive a blessing that lets you see the future, only to find yourself married to jungwon, the college heartthrob you’ve barely spoken to, with a child calling you mom. genre: university / college au, soulmate au, fantasy, fluff, slight angst, love triangle, pining, slow burn word count: 4.8k playlist: 18 - one direction, stuck with u - ariana grande & justin bieber, you belong with me - ts, lavender haze - ts, wish that i could - umi, meddle about - chase atlantic A/N: forgive me if this part's a bit short. i promise to make it up to you in the next ones, hehe

masterlist.

This is a work of fiction. It does not represent real people, events, or systems. Any similarities are purely coincidental, and all elements are created for fantasy purposes only.

The drama club’s room smelled faintly of old velvet curtains and cheap perfume.

Jungwon was half-distracted, mind somewhere else entirely, when the girl he barely remembered the name of tugged at his collar, lips finding the side of his neck. Her fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, nails scraping lightly across his skin.

He let her.

Only because he wanted to get this over with.

The only reason he even agreed to meet her again today was to retrieve his wallet. The one he stupidly left at her dorm last night. He didn’t even plan on staying longer than necessary. Hell, he didn’t even plan on seeing her again. Jungwon didn’t do repeats.

But when she leaned in too close, smirking against his ear and said, "At least let me give you an advanced birthday treat, babe," he froze.

He should have walked away right then.

Instead, when she kept pushing, fingers pulling at his belt loops, mouth chasing his, he kissed her. Hard. Too hard.

Just to shut her up.

A mistake.

A fucking mistake.

Because that’s when the door creaked open.

And everything inside him seized up.

Through the tangled mess of limbs and desperation, his eyes locked onto a figure standing stiff at the door.

You.

Wide-eyed. Frozen. Like you’d just witnessed a car crash you couldn’t look away from.

Fuck.

He pulled back like he’d been electrocuted, his breath catching sharp in his throat.

“Y/N?” he blurted, voice rough and broken.

You didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move.

Just turned too fast and disappeared down the hallway, footsteps fading like a nightmare.

The girl beside him clicked her tongue, smoothing down her skirt, unfazed. She leaned against the desk casually, fixing her lipstick in the reflection of a trophy case.

“She’s pretty," she said, voice light, teasing. "Is that her?"

Jungwon stared at her, still breathing hard. “What?”

She tilted her head, smiling like she knew something he didn’t. “The girl who rejected you during freshmen year. Jake told me.”

His fists clenched at his sides. He stared at her, a million unsaid things clawing up his throat.

“I wasn’t rejected,” Jungwon snapped, sharper than he meant to. “And Jake doesn’t have the right to say shit. He’s in the same fucking position.”

The girl only chuckled, slipping her phone back into her bag like she hadn’t just dropped a nuclear bomb and walked away.

Jungwon stood there for a long moment, the stale, suffocating air pressing down on him.

He had come here for a wallet.

He had stayed because he was stupid.

He kissed a girl he didn’t even like because he thought it didn’t matter.

But it mattered.

Because for the first time in a long time, something actually fucking mattered.

And he might have just ruined it before it even had the chance to start.

It started small.

The kind of thing you wouldn’t even notice unless you were paying attention.

There was a vending machine tucked beside the science hall. Old, humming, half-forgotten. Students barely used it unless they were desperate between classes. But Jungwon did. And he always bought the same thing: the yellow-pack gummy bears.

Soft, sweet, just the right chew.

Something about them tasted like how he imagined being a kid felt simple and untouched.

Except, lately, they were always gone.

He’d walk up between lectures, coins ready, tap the scratched glass — and nothing.

Every other snack untouched.

Every other candy still neatly stacked.

Just the yellow gummies, empty.

It pissed him off a little.

He even once smacked the side of the machine in frustration, earning a few weird glances from passing students. He ignored them, he had bigger problems.

One day, he was earlier than usual. The hallways were half-empty, the vending machine still blinking lazily in the corner. And there you were.

Crouched low, head tilted, tapping the glass thoughtfully like you were deep in negotiation with the machine. In your hand? Two packs of the yellow gummies.

And in your bag? He caught the flash of even more, at least three, four crammed into the front pocket like a guilty secret.

You turned, mid-stuffing the last pack into your bag. Eyes meeting. Both of you frozen.

He recognized you vaguely. Freshman orientation, Jake's friend, the girl who laughed at his jokes but never stuck around for long.

And now? Now you were the damn vending machine thief.

You blinked, the barest flicker of surprise crossing your face before you straightened up calmly, like you weren’t doing anything remotely suspicious. You were.

Jungwon crossed his arms, smirking before he could stop himself.

"Leave some for the rest of us, maybe?"

You shrugged, not even guilty. "Survival of the fittest."

He huffed out a laugh. "You're hoarding them."

"They're the best ones," you said simply, like it was obvious. "Supply and demand."

He shook his head, smiling despite himself. You were something else.

"I’ve been trying to buy those for a week," he said, mock offended.

"You should be faster," you replied, voice light, teasing, as you zipped your bag shut and slung it over your shoulder.

Before he could think of anything clever to say, you tossed one of the packs toward him. He caught it, stunned.

"Here," you said.

A peace offering.

Or maybe just a dare to keep up.

Then you walked away, steps light, disappearing down the hallway before he could ask your name.

He stood there for a second, the vending machine humming behind him, the yellow pack crinkling in his hand.

Slowly, he smiled.

He didn’t know much about you yet. Only that you liked the same gummy bears. And that you didn’t apologize for it.

But that tiny, stupid moment? It stuck. Burrowed somewhere he couldn't dig out later, no matter how many months passed.

And later, when people joked about how he must’ve had dozens of girls chasing after him, he just thought about you, walking away without a second glance, leaving him standing there like some idiot holding candy.

After that day at the vending machine, Jungwon started noticing you everywhere. At first, he told himself it was coincidence. The campus wasn’t that big. Maybe your paths just happened to cross. Maybe you just happened to sit two rows ahead of him in economics. Maybe you just happened to linger outside the drama clubroom, laughing too brightly with Sunoo.

But deep down, he knew the truth.

He was looking for you now.

Tuning out the rest of the world, unconsciously drawn to the sound of your laugh, the flash of your bag stuffed with books and candy, the easy way you moved through life like you weren’t trying to impress anyone.

And you never noticed him.

Not really.

You barely even glanced his way.

He almost gave up then, almost let himself believe it was just a vending machine moment, a glitch in the universe that wasn’t meant to last.

Until rumors started.

Jake was courting you.

Jake, the golden boy with the easy smiles and a trail of admirers.

Jake, who was somehow close to you already.

Jake, who could make anyone fall for him if he really wanted to.

Jungwon told himself it didn’t matter. He lied.

It hurt.

More than it should have.

A stupid, sour sting every time he saw Jake walking next to you, tossing you candies or making you laugh in that easy, infuriating way of his.

So Jungwon, idiot that he was, joined the drama club. “I need the extracurricular points," he told everyone. Nobody believed him.

Mostly, he stuck to backstage work, fixing broken chairs, painting sets, running errands Sunoo barked at him with terrifying efficiency.

You were always around, helping, organizing, laughing. Sometimes you sat cross-legged on the stage sorting costume jewelry into plastic bins. Sometimes you passed him a bottle of water without looking. He said thank you quietly every time and you never noticed.

But he stayed anyway.

Because being near you, even if you didn’t see him, felt better than nothing at all.

Then one afternoon, everything shifted again.

He was fixing a crooked light rig when Sunoo’s voice rang out through the dusty club office.

"Y/N turned Jake down yesterday." Loud. Blunt. No room for misunderstanding.

The room went quiet. Someone gasped. Someone else whistled low.

Jungwon tightened his grip on the wrench. Heart slamming. Mind racing.

You turned Jake down?

"Yeah," another club member chimed in, dramatic as ever. "She said she's not ready for dating. Wants to focus on her studies first, plus she was thinking of running for the student council next year."

Sunoo laughed. "Classic Y/N. Always has her priorities straight."

Jungwon barely heard the rest.

All he could think was—

Maybe.

Maybe there was a chance.

Maybe he wasn’t as invisible as he thought.

He spent the whole night drafting letters he’d never send. Debating if he should say anything at all.

In the end, he didn’t write a love confession. He didn’t pour his heart out. He just kept it simple.

A bag of yellow gummy bears. And a note taped on it.

"I know this might not be the right time to give you something like this.

But I just wanted you to know,  you're interesting in every possible way.

You're the kind of person someone could admire quietly for a long time, even if the tides never turn in their favor.

I hope you keep smiling the way you do when you win arguments.

I hope you keep picking the yellow gummy bears, even if you have to fight for the last one.

No pressure.

No expectations.

Just... you deserve to know."

He left it in your locker early the next morning. Heart hammering. Hands shaking.

He thought maybe you’d know. Maybe the gummy bears would tip you off. Maybe you’d remember the stupid vending machine moment that never really left his mind.

Instead—

At lunch, he saw you. Marching across the courtyard. The bag of gummy bears clutched in your hand. Heading straight for Jake.

From where Jungwon sat on the stone steps by the library, he saw it unfold like a bad dream:

You smiling politely.

Talking softly.

Handing Jake the gummy bears back like they were some kind of apology.

And Jake—Jake just blinked, clearly confused, before awkwardly nodding and taking the bag.

You looked relieved.

Jake looked baffled.

Jungwon felt like something inside him cracked quietly open.

You thought Jake sent the gift.

You thought Jake wrote the letter.

And you turned it down.

Kindly. Gently.

And you never even knew it was him.

Later, Jake found him by the vending machines, tossing the crumpled bag onto Jungwon's lap.

"You’re a dumbass," Jake said, not unkindly.

"You should've put your name on it."

Then he left, leaving Jungwon alone with a silent, half-empty machine and a gummy bear pack that tasted a lot more bitter than sweet now.

Jungwon never said anything about it.

He just swallowed the rejection he was never even given the chance to earn.

And maybe that’s why now, standing years later in a messy drama room, when that girl tilted her head and said with a teasing smile—

"The girl who rejected you during freshmen year. Jake told me."

Because truth was… you never even knew it was him.

You never even saw him.

Not then.

Not yet.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Jungwon didn’t stop walking.

Down the hallway, past the bulletin boards, past the same scratched lockers he could’ve walked through blindfolded.

His fists curled tighter with every step.

Breath shallow. Mind buzzing.

He pushed outside, the night air slapping cold against his face. But the sick feeling in his gut didn’t go away.

He barely made it two steps across the courtyard when—

"Jungwon!"

He turned, shoulders stiff.

It was Sunoo, jogging up, frowning. "Dude, what happened? Why is Y/N storming out like she’s about to sue the entire drama club?"

Jungwon opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Rubbed a hand down his face.

"I messed up," he muttered finally, voice hoarse. "I didn’t mean for her to see... that."

Sunoo stared at him, mouth twitching like he wanted to ask a dozen questions but knew better.

Jungwon dug into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out the bright yellow pack, the gummy bears he'd bought earlier, before everything went to shit. Before he'd ruined it.

And then it hit him.

Today was your birthday.

You were supposed to have a good day.

You were supposed to laugh and smile and maybe — maybe — open your locker to find a stupid, cheesy pack of candy from someone who actually thought about you.

Instead, you found him like that.

Instead, he made you leave like your heart was breaking in real time.

A fresh wave of guilt slammed into him, sharp enough to make his stomach turn.

He shoved the pack into Sunoo’s hands, almost too rough.

"Give this to her," Jungwon said, jaw tight. "Tomorrow. Please."

Sunoo blinked down at it. "Uh. Okay? What is this, a bribe?"

Jungwon gave a humorless huff of air.

"Just... tell her I’m sorry. Tell her it’s from me."

Sunoo tucked the candy into his tote bag, still looking like he wanted to say more.

"I have to check our biochem lab results tomorrow," Jungwon added, half an excuse, half the truth. "I won’t see her before lunch."

Sunoo nodded slowly.

"You sure you don’t wanna just give it to her yourself?"

Jungwon shrugged helplessly.

"I don’t think she wants to see me right now."

A beat of silence.

The wind picked up, rattling the bare branches overhead.

Sunoo sighed, clapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Alright. I’ll make sure she gets it."

He started to turn away, then paused, glancing back with a small, lopsided smile.

"Oh—and, uh, advance happy birthday, Jungwon."

Jungwon managed the barest curve of a smile.

"Thanks."

And then he turned, hoodie pulled up against the cold, and disappeared into the night.

The morning Jungwon turned eighteen, the world stayed silent—for a moment.

The sun rose like it always did, pale and slow against the cracked skyline.

His apartment was still the same too: neat, spare, clean to the point of looking unlived-in. A couch, a low coffee table, a desk piled with textbooks he didn’t really touch anymore.

Nothing screamed special day.

Nothing at all.

He sat up on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the muted light seeping through his curtains.

In families like his, birthdays — eighteenth birthdays — were monumental.

Because here, you only got your blessing once.

It came exactly on your eighteenth birthday, and it never changed after that.

It was supposed to be a celebration. A doorway into the life you were meant to live. But in Jungwon’s family, it wasn’t magic. It wasn’t wonder.

It was a contract.

A cousin who awakened the ability to manipulate probability was immediately signed into risk management for the family's overseas holdings flown out within two weeks. An older sister who could predict crucial decisions before they happened became the sharpest negotiator in corporate mergers. An aunt who could sway opinions through subtle energy became a political lobbyist, shuffled from one continent to another, her life signed away to strategies and campaign wars.

The blessings were always bent, reshaped, weaponized.

Once your blessing appeared, you were sealed into it. Expected to serve it. Or get discarded quietly, like those who didn't "align" well enough.

Jungwon learned early not to hope. Hope made you vulnerable. Hope got you chained.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table.

🎉 Happy 18th Birthday, Jungwon 🎉

It's time to check your Blessing 💫

He stared at the screen but didn’t move.

Because once you checked it, there was no going back. Once the world saw what you were it would decide who you were.

The phone buzzed again.

A text from his mother.

[Mom]

Happy Birthday, my love. Remember, make today count. Everyone’s watching and waiting. We love you.

And then bleeding in like a crack through the wall  he heard it.

He can’t afford to screw this up. We’ve invested too much already. If it’s not useful, we’ll need to reassess him for overseas placements.

Jungwon stiffened.

It wasn’t a message.

It wasn’t in the text.

It was her thoughts.

He wasn’t reading her words, he was hearing the parts she didn’t say.

He sat there, frozen, as realization sank in.

With a slow, almost reluctant movement, Jungwon finally tapped the blinking notification on his phone.

The screen flashed once, then displayed in clean, gold lettering:

Blessing Activated: The ability to hear the thoughts of those you are conversing with.

And if he could hear it through this simple text conversation...

What would happen when he spoke to people in real life?

A sour, heavy feeling settled into his chest.

This blessing wasn't something he could turn on and off.

It wasn’t something he asked for.

And it sure as hell wasn’t going to make his life easier.

He pushed himself to stand, grabbing his jacket in a stiff, mechanical motion. Then powered off his phone.

When he left the apartment, the air outside was cold against his skin.

As he made his way down the street, he avoided conversation like it was poison. He ignored the greetings of the security guard in his building. He nodded mutely to the woman who sold coffee on the corner without saying a word.

Because he knew what it meant now. Because he knew the moment he exchanged words, he would hear the real thing hiding underneath. Not their smiles. Not their words. The truth they kept locked away.

And Jungwon had spent his whole life surrounded by that kind of duplicity. Family members who said "I'm proud of you" but thought "You better not ruin our name." Cousins who laughed over family dinners but secretly wished for each other's failures. An uncle who clapped him on the back and said "You’re lucky" while thinking "It should have been my son instead."

He grew up seeing it already. The way blessings, were twisted into weapons, into currency, into burdens too heavy to carry.

And now?

Now he would never be able to unhear any of it, would he?

By the time he reached the university, his head was already aching.

He remembered, vaguely, how Sunoo had clapped him on the shoulder yesterday, laughing, "Advance happy birthday, Jungwon!" before running off to one of his club meetings.

How easy it had been to smile back then.

He wished he could freeze himself in that moment before the world tilted sideways.

Now, everything felt heavier.

He was grateful for the excuse to be alone today. Hidden away in the lab under the pretense of gathering data for his project. The thick walls, the stale scent of old paper and chemicals, the silent machines, it was a kind of peace he didn’t realize he needed so badly.

Here, there were no conversations.

No words exchanged.

No truths bleeding through.

Just silence.

Finally.

Jungwon leaned back in his chair, staring up at the cracked ceiling tiles.

Was this what blessings were supposed to feel like? Or was this just another leash, dressed up like a gift?

He closed his eyes and exhaled quietly.

Happy birthday.

What a joke.

Jungwon stayed frozen by the wall, watching you cross the quad like you were some mirage that might dissolve if he blinked too hard. The lab data crinkled faintly in his fingers, forgotten. His brain, usually so sharp, so careful, now felt like someone had jammed it into slow motion.

Because you were here.

Because you had actually replied.

And he had heard it—your thoughts, clear as day, slicing through the usual static of the world.

Sorry I just saw this. Where are you now?

He’d read the text with a stone face. And underneath it, he heard it—the rush of your guilt, the tiny pang of something warmer, something unbearably human.

Not calculation. Not politics. Not some angle to manipulate him, like everyone else he grew up around.

You.

Just you.

The moment your gaze locked with his across the quad, something in his chest tightened painfully. He stuffed his phone into his pocket, stood straighter, forced himself to smirk internally even though his throat felt dry.

"Hey. President," he called, casual, careful.

Because he remembered the look in your eyes that day outside the drama room—how you flinched when he tried to apologize, how you wouldn’t even look at him.

The last time he said your name out loud, you flinched like he was something rotten.

So now it was just "President." A shield between you and him.

You approached, steady, distant. Your voice clipped when you asked about the lab data. Jungwon handed it over, his fingers brushing yours—and he felt it, again, like a ripple of static under his skin.

Your thoughts cracked into him like sunlight through a stained glass window.

"His hand’s warm."

"Focus, Y/N. You’re being ridiculous."

"Just get through this. Don’t let him see you melt like some idiot."

Jungwon almost dropped the papers.

He bit the inside of his cheek instead, forcing himself to stay calm, to stay cool. Because if he lost it now—if he said anything wrong—you might shut him out completely.

You thanked him in that same clipped voice, turned to leave.

And then he heard it.

"God, why does he have to look at me like that? I hate feeling like this"

"Ugh, why he out of all people? Everything was fine until what I saw last night.”

“Just forget it, Y/N. Forget that stupid future your blessing showed you. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“He’s not going to be your husband. No way. Watch me prove fate wrong.”

Jungwon's world tilted.

Husband? Your husband?

His instincts scrambled for something, anything, to tether him back to earth, to slow the pounding in his chest. The words just slipped out, raw and unsteady, the first thing his brain could grab onto.

“…You saw the file?”

You paused. Nodded. Muttered, “It’s good.”

Then you walked away.

Jungwon stood there, rooted to the spot, heart hammering against his ribs so loud he thought someone might hear it.

Because for the first time since he woke up this morning, with the whole damn world feeling like it was pried open, every thought bleeding through the noise, didn’t feel suffocating.

That night, Jungwon’s dorm was too quiet, but his mind is completely the opposite.

Jungwon sat hunched on the edge of his bed, hoodie sleeves half-pulled over his knuckles, phone glowing dim in his hand. He’d read your message probably a hundred times.

"Sorry I just saw this. Where are you now?"

So casual. So harmless. But the memory of your voice, your clipped tone from earlier, the way your eyes didn’t quite meet his. All of it kept repeating in his head like a glitch in a dream he couldn’t wake up from.

And worse than the silence was the part he couldn’t shake.

Husband.

The word had lodged somewhere in his chest and refused to leave.

He didn’t even realize he was grinning like an idiot until his reflection caught in the dark window. Quickly, he sobered, scolding himself but it was useless. That voice—your voice—echoed in his head with too much heat.

She saw a future where I was her husband.

She thought about me. Dreamed about me.

She didn’t just push me away for no reason.

His thumb hovered over your contact.

He wasn’t supposed to use his blessing like this. He knew it. It was too intimate. Too invasive. But tonight, he needed to understand. Because your voice inside his head didn’t sound like hate. It sounded like fear. And want.

He opened the chat.

[9:47 PM]

hey.

it’s jungwon.

He hit send, then hesitated.

Don’t text her this late, idiot. You’ll just look desperate.

But what if she thinks you don’t care?

He sent another.

thanks for checking the file.

Still nothing.

He tapped his leg nervously, eyes locked on the screen. His thoughts were a mess with half apologies and half what-ifs.

are you still mad about yesterday.

it’s fine if you are. just wanted to say i wasn’t trying to... make you uncomfortable or anything.

didn’t know you’d walk in.

The reply came fast. Faster than he expected.

[Y/N]

Don’t flatter yourself. You didn’t make me uncomfortable.

I’ve seen worse.

But your thoughts betrayed you, spilling into him like sparks on skin.

Liar. I felt like my lungs collapsed when I saw him.

Because seeing him with someone else felt like a punch in the gut. Because it confirmed he’d never be mine. Even if the blessing said otherwise.

Jungwon’s heart thudded, warm and dizzy. You wanted him. Maybe not openly, maybe not consciously, but it was there. Real and raw.

His ears burned. He grinned against his knuckles.

He typed again.

you sure? you looked like you saw a ghost.

Because I did, okay? You were the ghost of that stupid dream. That version of you who held my hand and whispered all those sweet things.

And then I saw you tangled up with someone else like a slap of reality. God, maybe it wasn’t a vision at all. Maybe it was just a stupid delusion and I was the idiot who let it mean something.

His smile faded, just a bit. He wanted to explain. He wanted to reach into your thoughts and pull that version of him out, hand him to you like a promise.

Instead, you answered.

[Y/N]

I was just surprised. That’s all.

Another lie. Another flicker of your truth curled under it:

You make me nervous.

You make me mad.

But worse, you make me want to hope.

And I don’t know what to do with that.

A soft laugh bubbled from Jungwon’s throat. It felt... new. Not like the practiced chuckles he gave to classmates or the stiff polite ones he reserved for teachers. This one felt like sunshine cracking open in his chest.

sunoo said you looked pissed.

[Y/N]

Well, maybe tell Sunoo to mind his business.

That little traitor.

But... he’s not wrong.

I was pissed. Still am. But also, ugh. Why do I want him to keep texting me? NO, every text from him makes my head boil.

His chest ached in the sweetest, most unbearable way.

He barely realized what he was typing next.

you don’t like me much, do you.

The silence stretched just long enough to make him nervous. But your thoughts answered before your fingers did.

I don’t know how to not like you. I don’t know how I feel about you. That’s the problem.

You make me mad. But you also make my hands shake.

He sucked in a breath.

You were trying so hard to protect yourself. And yet, your walls had tiny cracks and through them, he could feel your heartbeat echoing like his.

[Y/N]

I don’t really know you.

A beat passed.

Then another.

Jungwon stared at those six words for a long time. And when he finally replied, it came from somewhere deeper.

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

then maybe let me fix that.

The words were barely on the screen before your thoughts fluttered again.

What does that even mean?

Is this how he talks to the other girls? That easy, casual charm?

God, I hate this. I hate how I want it to be different with me.

Is it stupid… that a part of me wants to say yes?

Jungwon pressed the phone to his chest, eyes closing for a second.

For once, the world was quiet.

Except for the soft, dangerous hope blooming between your mind and his.

And god… he hoped you could feel it too.

That night, Jungwon thought maybe his blessing wasn’t so bad after all. Not loud. Not suffocating. Just... quiet enough to feel like something sacred.

He fell asleep on his birthday without telling anyone what he’d received. No big announcement, no family expectation, no performance. Just him, alone with the memory of your thoughts that are honest and vulnerable echoing softly in his chest.

It might’ve been his favorite birthday yet.

Because for the first time in a long time, he dreamed not of pressure, pleasure, or perfection, but of you.

And when morning came, groggy and golden through his window, the first thing that surfaced in his mind wasn’t the dread of responsibility.

It was you.

Now, hours later, that same girl—the one who’d occupied his mind all night, maybe even all these years—was clinging to the back of his shirt, arms wrapped around his waist as his motorbike hummed down the empty road.

And Jungwon smiled, wind in his hair, heart louder than the engine.

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「 ✦ 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 ✦ 」 𝒸.𝓈 + 𝓂.𝓈

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warnings: pure smut, fluff (sorta) threesome, oral (male), double p in v, fingering, mention of toys, dom!chris / dom!matt, sub!reader, pet names /degradation (slut, princess, etc)

AN: i am deathly sick right now, so sorry if this is not the best! my requests are open if you want me to write about anything xx

word count: 1.6k

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you lay on matts bed alone, your body limp and tired from all of the hours chris and matt have been teasing you… toys, fingers, their cocks and mouths aswell as anything else that they could find they would use, just to watch the way your body would squirm when you reached your high. every part of your body was sensitive to there touch. apart of you begged them to stop abusing your sensitive holes but both you and them know its impossible to say no to them when they begged you ‘just one more time’their big blue eyes sincere and full of desperation. 

a faint knock from the bedroom door catches your attention, you quickly sit up as matt and chris walk. in chris’s hand lays a perfectly wrapped present paired with a white lace bow aswell as two smug smirks plastered on both of there faces. “what’s this?” you question, a smile slowly growing on your face as they approach you, now standing at the foot of the bed towering over you as you sit innocently staring up at them through your eyelashes. chris drops the present in front of you “open it” he mumbles his voice low and demanding, your eyes flicker over to matt who gives you a small nod of encouragement. you carefully reach forward with slight hesitation, gently undoing the bow and setting it aside before peeling away at the wrapping revealing a stunning pink and white lingerie set. “you have been so good for us today, taking us so well… we got you a little surprise” matt spoke, his hand reaching over to massage the back of your head “we wanted to wait until you deserved it” chris added  “how about you put it on for us, so we can see if it fits”. you glance up at them once more, before replying with a small nod… you quickly stand up your legs still weak as you stumble towards the mirror. your fingers quickly pull out the folded lingerie set placed inside the box, slipping into it as the fabric clings delicately to your curves in all the right places. 

you finally turned back to face them with a almost proud look on your face, meeting there eyes which are dark and full of hunger lingering over every part of your body, the tension in the room unmatchable. “look at you” chris said walking towards you, his hands immediately finding your waist as he slowly guides you back to the bed, the bulge in his sweatpants evident as he presses against you. matt watches the you with a mix of jealousy and desire. “how are you gonna repay us?” you can already feel yourself getting embarrassingly wet, soaking though the brand new panties, chris slides his fingers over your clothed pussy, his lips meeting your neck, adding to the collection of marks that are already there. he lets out a small and deep chuckle as his fingers barley brush over your pussy “matt come here and feel how wet she is...”

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within what seemed like  a matter of seconds both boys had you completely under their control.. matts fingers tangled in your hair as you sat kneeled on the floor, your puffy and bruised lips covered with his precum teasing him, kitten licking the tip of his cock. “such a tease” he mumbled between groans to himself as he shoves his cock into your mouth, forcing you to take as much of him as you could, your hands helping the parts your mouth could reach. you bob your head slowly in an attempt to take more of him, your tongue swirling around his cock tears already building up in your eyes as his hips buck violently sending more of him down your throat as gaging noises filled the room. you could feel how close he was, already twitching in your mouth which encouraged you to continue sucking harder causing him to let out several desperate groans as he reached his high, releasing his thick load into your mouth as you tried your best to swallow it all, looking up at him as his legs almost giving out. Letting out a deep sigh one he finished. “fuck… such a good slut huh?” he sighed, his hands strong around your head as he gently stroked your hair… “gonna take my time with you.” 

“how about you get on the bed for us princess” chris jumped in, his tone desperate for release, and per his request you slowly guided yourself onto the bed. matt and chris simultaneously moving as if this was pre-rehearsed. matt quickly pulled you on top of him, your lips immediately connecting as you both eat at each others lips needfully, his hands move down to your panties, gently moving them to the side before lining you up with his cock, before slowly begin to sink you down. both of you moaning heavily into each others mouth as you take is full length. “fuck, she is so tight chris” he moaned again, holding you in place to help you adjust to his size again. 

you feel chris’s body towering over you from behind, his hands firm on your back as he pushes you into matt, a painfully loud moan escaping your lips as his cock buries further into you hitting your cervix at just the right angles. you feel chris’s firm tip, covered with precum rubbing up and down your entrance, the feeling alone making you collapse further into matt as his lips continue exploring as much of you as possible. your pussy already sensitive and throbbing from taking them both too many times to count but somehow your needy for more. “hold still for me darling” chris whispers, his stomach pressed against yours as his words mumble close to your ear, your body already too weak to respond as you let out a shallow moan. chris’s grasp on your hips gets harder as he holds you in place pushing himself into you inch by inch finding his place in your already painfully tight hole, causing you to release desperate and depleted whimpers into matts chest.

“just like that… already stuffed full of us” chris groans, as you clench uncontrollably, adjusting to the feeling of both of them inside you at the same time. matts fingers find there way to your mouth shoving them inside as he almost forces you to suck hard, drool spilling from your lips as you take his fingers down your throat causing you eyes to roll too the back of your head as you release now muffled moans. you start to feel chris move in and out of you his movements slow and calculated at first. Soon becoming deep once he gets the hint you can handle him his thrusts now deep and harsh forcing both matt and chris’s dicks to move inside you both hitting your g-spot at the same time. “what a good little slut huh?” matt chokes out, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop. the room is filled with loud wet sounds and moans, your eyes rolling  further into the back of your head. “i-i can’t… its to much” you somehow manage to mumble between your deep moans “yes you can slut… acting like you dont love being like being used by us” matts responds his voice shaky you can already feel his cock twitching attempting to not cum while chris continues pounds into you relentlessly. “i am gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week” chris grunts his words coming out in a deep restraint growl. “this pussy is ours... say it”

your brain is too scattered in the moment to even register his words. it isn’t until you feel the sharp pain of a slap on your ass, you finally snap out your trance “say it” his voice is lower, almost hungry as if you are his life support. “do you want to cum?” matt groans into your ear a small and nearly silent whimper falling from his lips as you are thrusted further into his cock. “i am yours… only yours” you manage to spit out followed by a euphoric moan. chris’s hand sneaks around your waist, pressing on your already abused pussy as he rubs slow and intense circles on your clit adding to your venerability and overstimulation, helping you reach closer to your high “cum on our cocks ma” chris exhales with a long groan as he delivers particularly hard thrusts bruising your cervix more, you shake violently, finally reaching your high let out brutal moans your head falling back onto matts neck as tears steam from your eyes laying there completely numb from there cocks. both boys still deep inside you as chris’s thrusts become more scattered and reckless. their cocks now twitching signalling there are close as they grunt and moan. 

they finally reach there high, releasing there thick cum inside you, filling you up completely. “such a good girl for us” chris whispers, his lips brushing against your shoulder as he places warm kisses on your arms. matt carefully lifts to off his as you both lay there completely exhausted. “come on baby, lets get you cleaned up, then we can take a nap” chris mumbles, a quiet smile on his face as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. 

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[returnofeternity]

How do you think Van would be with a pregnant girlfriend 👉👈

am thinking about butch tfem van...... #imhard

she's the best baby momma ever 😭😭😭 so excited and nervous and happy stims all the time. constantly worries about you, though. always takes extra precautions and double-checks that she has things you need, like for example, in your later trimester, she usually brings a small pregnancy pillow with her just in case you get uncomfortable. (she somehow always forgets small things like the water you asked for even after she triple checked that she took it out of the fridge before getting her keys 😭)

i think she'd feel weird about feeling the baby kick...not because she thinks it's gross or whatever, but because she's just nervous!! and maybe she doesn't wanna cry in front of you because she knows she's gonna cry the second she feels it kick... think it'd be funny if the baby ended up being a little feisty monster near van lmfao. whenever you hug her before she leaves for work, the baby just starts kicking so hard that it feels like she wants to come out 😭 or when you try to feel her kicks, she doesn't rly do it, but when van does it, the baby suddenly wants to come out and play -__- but you think it's so cute and vans so in love.

van's always texting you while at work and asking for updates. sometimes you have to force her to go because she just wants to stay home and watch over you, but the second you tell her that she needs to work to earn money for the baby, she's up on her feet and yelling, "yes, ma'am." thinking of van who picks up a second job because of how the sales are going at while you were streaming :( she has to work odd hours sometimes and comes home when you're already asleep and she usually ends up talking to your belly while apologizing to you and the baby that she wasn't here to kiss you goodnight ☹️ she gets sooo embarrassed when you catch her talking to your belly btw.

a lil bit of angst? but van who's not with you when your water breaks... maybe you're out with friends or just home alone, but her heart sinks when she gets that frantic text of yours. you tell her that you're already on your way to the hospital to meet her there, and she's dropping whatever it is that she's doing immediately to rush over there. she speeds so fast that she has to tell herself to take it slow so she can actually be present when you give birth :( her voice is so shaky, and she's already crying when she gets there. she's apologizing profusely about how she wasn't there and feels so guilty. she tries to help you through contractions and wipes the sweat off your forehead while telling you how pretty you look (you tell her to shut up because you're in so much pain).

she's right there with you, telling you to push and holding your hand as you try, not even caring that you might've broken her finger because of how hard you're clenching it 😭 she brushes away stray hairs and kisses your face all over when the baby comes out, whispering that you did it and that she's so proud :( she's so starry-eyed and feels so much adoration while watching you hold the baby, and when it's her turn, she whispers a soft "hey, buddy." and is just so mushy 😭😭 gah.... soft momma helping you back in the car after you get discharged, she's such a gentlewoman and you feel a burst of love for her while watching her hold the carseat with one hand 😔

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A Love as Sweet as Honey

Steve Rogers x Reader

Running

Word Count: 1.0 K

Warnings: Just some Fluff for our favorite super soldier and his sweet little Bee.

A/N: I've been struggling to write for a while but I saw a TikTok where a little boy wanted to go on a run with his dad and thought that Bee would want to do the same. It's just a little something to help me get inspired again.

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Steve took a deep breath of the crisp morning air. He rolled his shoulders back and did his regular stretches. The sun was barely up but he was ready for his morning run. Steve loved going on these runs. They helped clear his head especially after a difficult mission. Steve stood by the open garage door ready to head out when the pitter patter of little feet caught his attention. 

“Daddy?” Bee’s sweet and soft voice fills the morning silence. 

Her golden hair was a mess from just having woken up. She makes her way over to Steve once he crouches down and leans into his chest. Steve moves his hand up and down her back as he smiles down at his little girl.

“Good morning, sleepy Bee.” 

“Mo-ning.” Bee tips her head back and smiles up at her daddy. “You leabings?”

“I’m just going on a run. I’ll be back before you know it.”   

Her eyes brightened at the news that he would be back. Bee opens her mouth to say something but stops and sighs.

“What is it, Bee?  You can tell me anything.”

“I wanna go wuns.”

Steve smiles. “Yeah? You want to go in your stroller?” 

“No I wanna wuns like you daddy.” 

“Oh,” Steve smiles. “Do you think you can keep up?”

“Mmhmm. Am so fast.”

Steve chuckles. “Ok well how about you go have breakfast, get dressed and then I’ll come pick you up for our run.”

Bee jumped up and down excitedly before running back inside. Steve took out his phone and sent you a quick text about the plan before he left for his run. 

“Mommymommymommy.” Bee called out while she searched for you. 

“Yes Bee?” You poked your head out of the kitchen. 

“Bweakfast please I habes to be fast. I go with daddy.”

You smile already knowing what she is going to be doing. “Ok, come sit down please.” 

“Otay.” 

Steve had just stopped in front of the house when the front door swung open. Bee made her way to him with a bottle of water which she held up for him to take.

“Thank you.” Steve takes the bottle and drinks almost all of it. “I needed that.”

Bee giggles. 

“Are you ready for our run?” Steve crouches down again and zips up her yellow hoodie just a little bit more. 

Bee smiles at him and nods. She looks down at herself and puts her foot out.

“Oh yeah we have to make sure our shoelaces are tied so we don’t trip. Good catch. Alright now you have to do some stretches with daddy ok?”

“Otay.” 

Steve does some small stretches with her. Bee takes it very seriously and does everything her daddy does. 

“Alright, wave at mommy.”

“Bye mommy.” Bee waves excitedly before she leads the way down the running trail. 

Steve is surprised that Bee is keeping a good and steady rhythm. Her two little pigtails bob around as Bee pushes forward.

“Having fun, Bee?” 

“So much.” She replies without stopping. 

Steve is barely jogging as he stays by his baby’s side. Bee is determined to complete this run and she turns around every once in a while to make sure her daddy is keeping up.

“You did so good, Bee. I’m very proud of you.” Steve says as he walks in carrying Bee.

She’s red faced and sweaty but her smile is bright as she half babbles to her dad. 

“Thanks, daddy.” 

“Finally.” You walk out of your bedroom. “I thought you were going to run around the world.” You exaggerate. They were barely gone for ten minutes. 

“Well our little Bee here ran so far it took us a while to get back. And she ran all the way with no help.”

“You did?” 

“Mmhmm.” She gives you one big nod. “Am so fast.”

“That’s my girl.” You stretch your arms out to take her. “Now you need a shower cuz you’re all sweaty and stinky like daddy.” 

“Should we make mommy all stinky too?” Steve whispers in Bee’s ear.

“I heard that.” 

Steve chuckles before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. Bee giggles as she goes with you. She goes on and on about how much fun it was to run with daddy. Bee mentions all the birds and little critters she saw and how beautiful the morning was. 

“It’s my favowite fing evuh.” She says as you wrap her in a towel.

“What’s your favorite thing ever?”

“Wunning with daddy.” 

“It was my favorite thing too, baby.” Steve smiles down at his little girl. “Why don’t I finish getting her dressed, you’ll be late for your meeting.” 

“Thanks. Alright Bee, go with daddy.” 

She’s still wrapped in her towel as she shuffles towards the door where Steve picks her up and takes her to her room.

An hour later you are walking back in through the front door. Since you’d be working on reports you didn’t need to be in your lab. The house is quiet but you know Steve and Bee have to be here somewhere. You find them in the living room. A princess movie was playing on the tv and the two of them were snuggled up on the couch. Steve was laying on his back while Bee used him as a bed. Her chubby cheek pressed against Steve’s chest. They were both enjoying a midmorning nap. 

You smiled and took in the scene before pulling your phone out to snap a picture. With a smile on your lips you go into your office, letting them enjoy their nap. 

Steve and Bee were like two peas in a pod. You loved the relationship they had. The way Steve and Bee would sit on the porch on a rainy day and sketch. The way Steve held her and danced along to his oldies playlist in the kitchen. Now you could add running to the ever growing lists of things they love to do together. You could only hope that list would grow. 

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From the Shadow of the Current

Having lost everything to the Dark Current, Anaxa found what he had long ceased to believe in — a kindred spirit returned from the darkness.

Years later, the Grove of Muses still hummed with life: the voices of students, the rustling of ancient pages, the unseen pulse of magic and knowledge. Anaxa remained the same — detached, as if polished by time and the pain he had endured. He stood out among his generation, yet kept to himself, immersed in his own thoughts.

He did not believe in the Titans. The death of his parents was the first unhealed wound of young Anaxa. The loss of his sister had burned him out from the inside.

He remembered her warmth. How she, smelling of fresh bread and lavender, carefully wrapped his drawings in soft cloth and placed them in his bag. How she stubbornly bargained with merchants, saving every coin for his reagents. How she would gather her hair in a simple knot at the back of her head and purse her lips, counting the money to ensure it was enough for his passage by caravan to the Grove.

He had vowed to return. And then… the Dark Current. A black vortex that swallowed their village. He fought his way through the chaos, only to see smoking ruins. His older sister lay in the very center, a fragment of his letter clutched in her hand.

He buried her himself. Without tears, without a single word. Then he swore to himself never to turn to the Titans again.

Years passed.

He became a Chrysos Heir. A master of his craft, whose research and knowledge inspired both admiration and awe. The wise whispered: "Talent. Abyss. Blasphemer. Sorcerer." But behind all these words, there was a void, like an empty chair in his life. No one suspected that he had lost not only his family. He had lost his faith, his childhood, his ability to feel warmth.

And then one day…

The day was no different from any other. Anaxa walked through the gallery, heading to a lecture. Suddenly… he felt something strange. A slight tremor in the air. An inner premonition. Like a faint scent, subtly reminiscent of home.

He turned around.

A girl. Short, fragile, with eyes the color of a scarlet rose. Her hair, like his, was braided in an unusual style. He would have passed her by if not for her gaze. She looked directly at him, and in that gaze, there was too much.

"Anaxagoras?" a quiet, trembling voice sounded, as if on the verge of sleep and reality.

He froze.

No. This couldn't be.

"Anaxagoras… is it really you?"

He slowly approached, not believing his eyes. He dared not believe. But her eyes… he had only seen that look in the mirror.

"Sister…?"

And then she wept.

He was lost. Emotions were alien to him. He could not have imagined that he was capable of feeling so intensely again. He cautiously embraced her, as if afraid she was just a ghost.

"You…" he breathed. "You were dead."

"I should have been," she replied softly. "But they found me. A kind man led me out of the swamps. I was sick for a long time… then I studied. I wanted to find you. But… I was afraid. What if you wouldn't forgive me?"

"Forgive?" Anaxa recoiled as if struck. "You… you're alive. That's all I've ever wanted."

She smiled through her tears. Her face, though older, retained its former softness. There was none of the darkness in her that had accumulated in him over the years.

"I am a Chrysos Heir, Anaxagoras. Just like you. I have read your works. I… I am proud of you."

He turned away. His chest felt so tight that it was difficult to breathe.

"Do I deserve such honor? A blasphemer, a sorcerer, who does not revere the Titans and questions the Prophecy…?"

"You deserve it," she said gently. "It is people like you who achieve true success. And I know you will achieve much."

She was different. Bright. Kind. Intelligent, but without a hint of arrogance. The person he might have become… if not for the losses.

And now they were together again.

He introduced her to the professors and watched as she surprised even those who were accustomed to genius. He heard her quiet voice captivate the audience. He began leaving books and manuscripts on her desk in the library again. And she — bringing him tea, which he constantly forgot.

They needed no explanations. They sought no forgiveness. They simply began to live anew — as brother and sister. Not broken, not lost, but survivors. Two Chrysos Heir. So different, yet complete in their own way.

For the first time in many years, Anaxa allowed himself to wonder:

Perhaps the Titans were not so silent after all. Perhaps he had been wrong.

But he still did not pray.

He simply sat beside his sister in the shade of the Grove of Muses, listening as she read an ancient text aloud.

And for the first time in a long time… he felt peace.

[kiyawritesforf1]

PADDOCK PROPOSAL - LANDO’S POV

Much appreciated imagine with Lando’s POV

Carlos POV here

⸻

Lando’s not saying he trained his son for this exact moment… but he is saying the kid’s clearly inherited his taste in women and his sense of drama.

It starts off as just another sunny afternoon in the paddock, mechanics humming around, chatter buzzing through the garages, and somewhere in the chaos, his three-year-old tornado of a son is off playing with Carlos’s daughter again.

No surprise there — those two have been inseparable since they were old enough to waddle. Today, though? Today is special. Because his son, his legend of a three-year-old, just took a plastic diamond ring from the hotel jewelry box and gave it to Isabella Sainz.

Lando sees it from across the paddock — her tiny hands waving the ring in the air, curly hair bouncing as she runs toward her parents.

“Mamá, mamá! Look what Theo gave me! We’re getting married!”

Lando chokes on his water.

Carlos turns like he’s just been told Ferrari’s making him team principal — slow, stiff, and with a face already halfway between confusion and cardiac arrest.

Lando sets his bottle down and folds his arms, biting back the smug grin crawling onto his face. His wife leans in slightly beside him.

“Is that… the fake ring from my nightstand?”

“Yup,” he says proudly. “That’s the one. He nicked it this morning while I was brushing his hair. Slipped it in his pocket like a pro.”

Carlos is spiraling now — trying to make sense of the toddler-sized proposal, pointing at the ring, mumbling to Y/N, and glancing around like someone’s about to jump out and tell him it’s all a prank.

It is not a prank. It is, in fact, the best thing Lando’s ever witnessed.

“God, I hope there’s a photographer around,” Lando murmurs, already pulling his phone out just in case.

From a few feet away, Isabella’s still twirling, flashing the plastic ring on her tiny finger like she just left a Tiffany’s. And Theo? Theo is standing there with his hands on his hips, chest puffed out, beaming like he just sealed a contract with Mercedes.

Lando’s heart practically melts.

“That’s my boy,” he whispers. “Look at him. Cool. Confident. Committed. Kid’s three and already got a future wife lined up.”

His wife’s trying not to laugh. “Carlos looks like he’s going to pass out.”

“He’ll survive,” Lando grins. “Barely.”

He strolls over casually, just in time to hear Isabella say it again — louder this time, to Carlos’s face.

“Look, Papa! Theo gave me this ring! I’m his girlfriend now!”

Carlos’s expression is priceless. A mix of horror and denial with a generous splash of dramatic suffering. The man looks like he’s been hit with a rogue tire.

Lando can’t help himself.

“Well, well, well. Looks like we’ve got a wedding in the works,” he says, all innocent-like, arms folded as he takes in the chaos.

Carlos whips his head toward him, eyes wide. “A wedding? Lando, are you kidding me?”

He shrugs. “She said yes. What am I supposed to do — stop true love? I raised a respectful, romantic king.”

“You raised a menace,” Carlos snaps.

“Tomato, tomahto.”

He steps closer to Theo and ruffles his curls. “Proud of you, bud. You picked an amazing girl. Smart choice.”

Carlos looks ready to throw him into the McLaren hospitality fridge. “She’s three, Lando!”

“So is he. They’re perfectly matched.”

Carlos lets out a slow, dramatic breath through his nose. “This is your fault.”

Lando raises a brow. “Oh? And how’s that?”

“You bring him to the paddock. You let him run wild. You’re letting him propose to my daughter!”

Lando turns to Theo. “Did you ask her nicely, mate?”

Theo nods. “I said ‘you’re the prettiest girl ever, wanna be my wife?’”

Lando puts a hand on his heart. “Iconic.”

Carlos is spiraling again. “She’s calling him her boyfriend now! You’re not taking this seriously!”

“Oh, I’m taking it very seriously,” Lando says, all mock-gravitas. “I’m already picturing the guest list. Zak can officiate. Max can drive them to the reception in the RB20.”

Carlos groans.

Lando grins wider. “And obviously, Isabella will walk down the paddock with a bouquet made of tire warmers.”

“You think this is funny?” Carlos mutters, eyes closed in defeat.

“I think it’s beautiful. Childhood sweethearts. Paddock royalty. You should be honored, mate. They’re going to have fast kids.”

Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose. “I need a drink.”

Lando claps a hand on his shoulder, smirking. “Make it a double. It’s going to be a long engagement.”

He glances back at Theo and Isabella — now holding hands again, giggling like they’ve just conquered the world. And yeah, sure, it’s probably not legally binding or whatever, but Lando doesn’t care.

Because in this moment? He’s never been prouder.

His son is in love, Carlos is unraveling, and the paddock has never been more entertaining.

Best race weekend ever.

⸻

End.

[w0rmss]

can u do fem trade x Bruce Wayne and lil th readers pregnant if ur comfortable with writing that and like Bruce is looking after her and the rest of of the Batfam pls and thank u

Thank you for the request. Feel free to request more. Idk really how to write specifically trade wife in this situation so I kinda did the batfam looking after her.

Tw: pregnancy, pregnancy fatigue afab reader. Wife.

Enjoy

Ever since you found out you were pregnant your family especially your husband Bruce Wayne would not let you lift a finger. Somehow you manged to get them away for a while but as soon as you were 7 months in and exhausted you just gave in.

The family came to distract you in their little ways. They'd sit and spend time with you trying to keep your mind away from the baby making itself comfortable amounts your internal organs.

First Dick came a bowl of soup in hand and a smile on his face. "How you feeling." He asked setting down the bowl on your beside and sitting next to you. You give him gentle smile. "I'm doing fine Dick. Thank you." You kiss the top of his head as he hums curling into you. He talks about the other and bludheaven filling your in on the bits you've missed while resting.

Next Jason comes in throw the window. "You shouldn't leave that open mama." He lands quietly on the floor making his way to your bed. "Brought you a book." He hums placing it down next to you. Before you can even respond he's back out the window as quiet as he came.

Duke and Steph are next to come to keep you company. Both silently taking a seat on either side of you. Then they start telling you about all the drama that's been happening while patrolling. Tim follow in soon after with snacks for all of you only add to the drama and stories being told.

Cass came in the following day. "Would you liem to see my ballet routine." You smile at the girl before you. "Of course." You set down Jason's book and watch as she plays the music and starts her routine. You watch as she gracefully dances around the room not making a sound each tim see lands. "Beautiful cass." You applaud.

The last person you were expecting to see you was Damian yet here he was standing in fornt of you with a canvas facing away from you. "I have a painting. My teacher said my parents would be proud of it but father is busy. So I decided I would show you." He explains and turns the painting to face you. You smile when you see the painting of Titus sleeping. "It's wonderful Damian. I'm very proud of you." The boy smiles at you.

Finally Bruce comes to the bedroom. "Are you not supposed to be patrolling." You ask as he slides into bed kissing your shoulder. "I am but I'm staying with my gorgeous wife tonight." His hands stroke your belly gently. The baby kicks causing the man to chukcle. "And our gorgeous baby." Once again his kisses your shoulder gently. "Do you need anything my love." He asks kissing your neck. You lean into his touch. "Just to rest with you." You curl into him as he strokes your stomach gently and rests his chin on your head.

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Have a wonderful day night afternoon etc

[cursed-spectre]

"Tera, it's okay. I know how you feel, and I understand why you didn't stop."

Spectre turns Tera's head to hers and looks into her eyelights. "I'm proud of you for saying all that. I really am. That must have been hard, but you did an amazing job."

She kisses Tera. It's soft and chaste, but still with love. "I'm sorry all that happened, but you've taken a huge step." Her hand is placed on Tera's cheek. "So don't be embarrassed. You're in a safe place. Let your walls down, and let it out. Okay?"

She kisses her again.

Spectre is sitting on the couch, minding her business, Kiara is helping out in the nursery, and Tera just came back from a patrol when the solver drone very... very silently crawls into her lap without a word.

Spectre pauses her game and looks down. She doesn't really need to ask at this point. At least, she thinks she has a good grasp on her wife's behavior.

So instead, Spectre simply takes a hand and combs her painted fingernails through Tera's black hair, removing her hair tie as she does.

The controller she was holding is placed down beside them. The music of the paused game is the only sound in the room.

[pinkvaquita]

After so... SO FUCKING LONG...

I finally re-desing my oc for one if my oc x canon ships!

Remember Sugar Coated Grape Cookie? Well yer name is just Grape Ade Cookie. Honestly I really wanted a shorted and lesd complicadate thing for her.

And damn it turned out good, SHE IS SO PRETTY <33333

Also, take some doodles of her being down bad for Butter roll cookie :3

[eternadreeblissa]

Man I just realized how better I was at drawing traditional than digital

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

@hilda-appreciation-week Day 1 - Favourite Character(s)

Kaisa (A.K.A - The Librarian)

Wow. Shocker, I know. I unfortunately didn’t have a clear idea of what I wanted to do with her for today, so I decided to try out some sketches of me attempting to figure out other drawing styles. Feat my turtleneck Kaisa and my caffeine addicted Kaisa agendas

References - x x x x

[talkfastcal]

i love being a collector btw<3<3

[liliesandthemoon]

memories.

[cicadidae-tm9899]

I'm having an art style crisis rn and the way I'm trying to fight it is by doing studies 👍👍

[lxnarphase]

━ ❝ OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! ❞

✮₊‧⁺...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL

no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.

not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.

one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.

it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.

'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'

'i know, my wife.'

'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'

'you begged for it, my wife.'

'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'

'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'

but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.

he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.

except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...

what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?

hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.

he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.

"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"

"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"

"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"

before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the baby—gentle like it's the finest glass, she instructs—before turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.

"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.

the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.

all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.

everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.

but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.

instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.

"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"

this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.

she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."

he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.

but, he couldn't lie.

she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.

"sukuna, watch your mouth!"

he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.

"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how to—!”

oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.

“sukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.

“…apologies, my wife.”

chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.

after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.

"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.

"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.

you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.

a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

but then...her eyes open.

both sets.

he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.

his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.

she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.

she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.

getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.

so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.

all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.

yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.

but now?

sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.

he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."

"hmm..."

a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.

"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.

"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."

"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."

"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."

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