#I've never felt so happy while having a stream of tears down my face this is fucking wild to me

[foxgirlmoth]

A message from a loved one just rewired my brain I think

[gguk-n]

Chapter 3- The Reveal

Unravelling Max's Mystery (Max Verstappen x Online Friend!Reader)

Series Masterlist

Summary- Y/N gets rejected for the sixth time. Max win's the Monaco grand prix 2023. Y/N decides she needs time for herself.

No hate to anyone, it's for the story

{Reader's POV}

I fell asleep crying, a faint buzzing from my phone was heard from the other room. I woke up after a few hours at 3 am when I found my phone which was burning up. The messages hadn't stop coming. They had gotten quite frantic as I scrolled through my notifications. I decided to reply to Max's messages.

He was still the guy I liked, I couldn't not reply. But I was hurt and in no shape to be talking to him. I don't know what Max said after my message because my phone shut down. I pushed myself to clean myself up and my surrounding. I was a stress cleaner and I'm so grateful to having 2 jobs right now. It meant my mind would be preoccupied. I cleaned my whole house before leaving for school in the morning. My eyes were red and puffy; I was on coffee. I had yet to switch my phone on. I wasn't ready to face Max yet.

Today was the worst day, not only because of last night's revelation but I had the least amount of classes today. None of the kids needed help after class either. That meant I was left to my own devices. When I switched the phone on, I could see missed calls and texts from Max and a couple voice messages; from the night before and today morning I guess. I opened up Google to check his schedule; he was in Monaco, which was also his home currently. I found out a lot about him, you think you know someone but then Google tells you otherwise. His dad was as shitty as he described. His records and feats were astonishing and if I wasn't this angry at him for hiding it from me, I would've been so proud and told him so. His Instagram feed was pretty and polished and he posted so much racing content. I found his streaming account with a team, he was exactly like the Max that called me everyday with occasional appearances from the cats on stream. People spoke so rudely about Max, it angered me to no end. He was a kind man, a liar but a sweet man.

The real kicker was Max's girlfriend's account where I found so many pictures of them together with her daughter, from what I found out. He looked happy, he had a family like he always said he wanted. I couldn't help but smile bitterly, a part of me wished that it was me who was the woman beside him with our kid. Life is cruel in some ways, mine is satire at best. Here, I can't date a man because I'm hung up on a guy I've never met before while said man has a family. I felt tears streaming down my face which I quickly wiped them off. I had enough of pity and sympathy stares since the morning to last a lifetime, I can't deal with any more of them.

I knew I wanted to talk to Max, the only guy who has ever understood me, however, I also knew that if we spoke I wouldn't be listening to him. I was scared I would lose the one true friend I have. Would Max understand where I was coming from? Why did he hide this from me? Did he not trust me enough? I get it, but you are a public figure. I don't know how to feel about all of this. It was the weekend tomorrow. I would be left with my thoughts and I probably shouldn't confront Max before his race on Sunday, right?

I spent the next two days planning how I would talk to Max. How I would ask him why he hid everything from me? I didn't want to fight him; my parents always said I was rude and difficult to work with, that my anger consumed me, that my words were harsh. I wasn't supposed to show such negative emotions they said. I didn't want to lose him; but was I allowed to hold on to him when he never let me have him?

Max called and texted me every day but I was very scared, scared of becoming the monster my parents said I was, sacred of hurting the one I love. There I said it, said Max and love in the same sentence. I had threaded that line so carefully but after all of this, I realised that I've loved him for years and watching him be happy with some else hurt as much as knowing that I never truly knew Max. It was Sunday night, I checked the news and saw that Max won. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to rejoice watching the man I love win at what he was best at or be hurt watching him live a life I knew nothing about.

I texted him at night on Sunday, maybe he would be busy celebrating his win, I didn't know. I didn't know a lot of things. As I waited for the text back, I logged on to my emails that I had forgotten about to find a reply from the publication I had sent my work to; to be met with dismay. Another rejection, I'm not sure how many more rejections I could take. My hands shook, making the laptop fall from my lap onto the bed. I got up and got myself a glass of water.

I laid on my bed for god knows how long before the familiar ring of my phone pulled me out of my trance. I had taken the day off tomorrow. I knew I didn't have the mental or emotional capacity to deal with anything. I answered the call to a worried Max.

Max- Schat, how have you been? Haven't heard a word from you in days. Y/N- I've been busy, school year ending and stuff. Why didn't you sleep yet? Max- You know my sleep schedule is non existent. Y/N- Yeah, I guess I do. Max looked at me confused. Y/N- You know how I do freelance editing Max- You've told me about it Y/N- The latest author I'm working with is a sports author. I was hoping you could help me since you are a walking encycylopedia. Max- sure schat, but what's up with you? You know I'm always there for you Y/N- Yeah it nothing, just stressed. Max- Take off, you deserve it Y/N- The summer break is here soon, I'll be fine. So about that author... Max-Yeah, what sport does she write for? Y/N- Formula One. I don't really like reading lengthy articles and I'm sure one article wouldn't do a sport any justice. I could see the colour leave Max's face. He licked his lips before speaking. Max- You did not go through google yet, right? Y/N- Oh no, what do you take me for? I got excited to learn about something new. Do you know who the reigning champion is? Max was quite, a sort of uncomfortable silence had enveloped us, for the first time in 10 years. Y/N- Some dude named Max Verstappen. You guys share the same first name. He has 2 cats too; named Jimmy and Sassy, who look exactly like your bengals. I mean he even looks like you, with horrible sleep schedule just like you. He even sounds like you. I felt my voice begin to crack while I spoke, the lump in my throat unbearably big, my breathing was uneven. Max- Schatje, I can explain. Y/N- You don't have to Max. I never asked you what you did. You don't have to explain anything. (I smiled with only my lips) Max- I wanted to tell you, it just never came up in conversation. Y/N- I get it, it's difficult to tell your friend who has amounted to nothing that you are the World Driver's Champion, best of the best in Formula One. Max- Y/N, it's nothing like that. You're great, you're kind, you're funny. I laughed bitterly. Y/N- Those are character traits I possess, they don't describe my career goals or achievements. I know I work 2 jobs to stay afloat while you make millions, I know I wish I was an author and not their editor, I know you probably thought I was too stupid to understand your rich and fancy world. Max- No, no, you're so talented. I've read your work and I'm sure the right publication will pick your work up. Y/N- I got rejected for the sixth time today. All of this is fine except that you lied to me about being single while having a girlfriend for years and having the happy family you dreamt off. You didn't have to introduce me to her; not like my boyfriends met you. But it would've been nice if I knew. Max- It just never came up. Y/N- I...we joked about setting you up with someone all the time. Please don't. I get it, we didn't tell each other about work goals or what we did as a job but personal life; I literally told you about every guy I've ever been with. I felt bad telling you thinking you were single. I feel stupid right now. I had tears streaming down my face at this point. Max- I'm sorry,Y/N. I promise I won't hide anything anymore. Please, don't cry. Y/N- My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I majored in literature in Uni and now work as a primary school teacher and freelance editor. I'm trying to get my book published soon. I broke up with my boyfriend 2 months ago. Max- Please don't do this. Y/N- I believe at least one of us should be honest. Max- Let me fix this. Y/N- Don't worry. There's nothing to fix. (I wiped away my tears) Max- Please don't say that. You mean a lot me. Y/N- Me too. That's why, I need time. I'll talk to you when I'm ready. Max- Please, I can't lose you. Y/N- You won't. I'll always be there for you. I just need time. Take care Max I saw tears streaming down Max's face. Max- Bye, take care Y/N. I'll always be here. And then the screen went black.

[Max spent the whole week worrying about Y/N. He couldn't think straight. This was weird, she was never this busy before. It was stressing him out, he couldn't eat or sleep. He never even thought about the fact that maybe his lie had been exposed. When Y/N texted him, he was at a club in Monaco with the other drivers to celebrate his win. He only saw it after he got back home and immediately called her. She looked different, there was this sadness in her eyes. The smile didn't reach her eyes. And then she started talking, his heart was beating very fast. The moment she said Formula One, his whole world came crashing down. The more she spoke the more he felt like he was falling deeper, in a pit of his own making. He wanted to tell her, he wanted to explain himself but no words left his mouth. Then she started talking about his girlfriend. He felt like this was the last time he would get to talk to her, the last time he would hear her voice. This felt like the last time he would have her]

[heartysworld]

Your Beauty Never Scared Me || Lucien x Reader

Your relationship with your future mother-in-law was not bad, but you knew she likes to keep her distance most of the time. You turned the corner of the big hallway, finding yourself in front of Lucien's chambers. His mother was outside, pacing in front of the doors. Tears were streaming down her face.

"My Lady, what is happening?" You asked worriedly.

"Oh Gods, they have ruined my boy, my beautiful boy." She sobbed sitting down on a chair, hands covering her face.

"Who and what have they done? Is Lucien okay?" You asked once again, kneeling before her shaking form.

"His brothers, they attacked Lucien on his way back from the training field. I am yet to seen him, all I was told is that the healer has been called and nobody is allowed in. I heard his screams, my boy was tearing the skies, his voice was full of so much pain." She said.

Your heart clenched at the thought of Lucien being attacked and injured. The situation in court wasn't the best but you never expected for it to go this bad. You could only hope that Lucien would be okay, that's all you cared about.

You and the youngest son of Autumn are about to be wed in less than a moon. Your father, one of Lord Beron's most trusted advisors, had long ago noticed your fondness of the red-haired Prince, and after a long discussion with the High Lord and his Council it was decided, you two were to be married. Lucien was happy, you were as well. After a long agonizing few hours of waiting in front of the door, the Lady of Autumn was finally allowed in. You couldn't hear much from the inside but one particular loud scream scared your soul away, making your heart beat even faster than it did before. What had they done to him?

Time passed before the wooden doors creaked open again. Slowly, her ladyship slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her back.

"Is he in a lot of pain? Will he be okay?" You asked with a worried expression.

"Listen, Y/N... what you're about to see... Nobody would blame you if you decide to annul the marriage proposal." She said making your heart stop, your face went completely pale.

"What... what are you talking about? I would never! I love Lucien I would never do such thing!" You exclaimed. You felt offended that anyone would ever think this way of you. Have your signs of affection not been enough.

"Listen, dear..." She started again but you couldn't listen to her any longer, you just wanted to see your fiancé.

Walking past her, you headed for the doors, pushing them open. You were met with complete darkness. The curtains were drawn, the door to the balcony was also closed. It felt more like a cave than a room.

"Who's there? Y/N?" A voice rasped from the darkness. You immediately recognized it as Lucien's.

You took a few steps closer to one of the windows, reaching for the blinds to pull them apart.

"No! Don't you dare!" Lucien hissed.

"Lucien, love, what happened?" You asked with concern, heading to his bed as you sat down on its edge. In the darkness, your hand managed to find his, giving it a light squeeze.

"I think you should leave, Y/N. I can't bear seeing the look on your face when you catch sight of what I've become." Lucien said, his voice raspy from all the screams he had let out not long ago.

"No... Lucien, I am not leaving, not now, not ever. Whatever happened, I am ready to endure it by your side. I am to be your wife, I will never leave you. Please, my love, let me see." You whispered. His desperation made you feel even worse, to think you'd leave him just like this.

You felt him move around in the bed. The only light in the room was coming from the opened door. Lucien slowly raised up his upper body, the lonely stream of light falling right on his face. What you saw made your eyes water like a waterfall, your hands went over your mouth while tears started falling down your cheeks.

His left eye was gone, the entire half of his face being covered in bandages that went all the way up into his hair down to his chin.

"I don't expect you to still want to give yourself to me." Lucien said, his hand never letting go of yours regardless of his words.

"Lucien, no, look at me," you said, when his head remained lowered you repeated your words, "look at me, Lucien!" You raised your voice.

Slowly his gaze met yours, his healthy eye was teary, ready to release its tears.

"I've loved you for so long, my love. Nothing could ever make me detest you, your looks are the least of my worries. You're the one I want to call my husband, the one whose children I want to carry and whose life I want to share. We will get through this together. I need you to speak to me, about everything, whatever you're feeling I want to know about it. That's the only way we could be able to handle every challenge fate throws at us." You said. Your free hand slowly laid on his cheek, feeling the coldness of his skin.

The two of you spent hours in his chambers, at one point he asked you to lay in bed with him. You nestled safely in his embrace, careful not to touch his face. The entire day was spent in bed, talking, you were even able to make him laugh twice, which made your heart flutter. A few kisses were exchanged as well, at the time night had fallen, Lucien was already asleep against your chest while you combed your hands through his beautiful white hair. He looked so peaceful when sleeping.

A quiet knock was heard, followed by the doors opening. The healer from earlier stood at the entrance of the room, a bag in his hand.

"It is time for me to change the Prince's bandages, my lady." The old man whispered.

You nodded slowly. With your hand on Lucien's back, you softly shook him awake, a quiet groan escaping from his mouth. He never liked being woken up.

"My love, it's time to clean your wounds. The healer is here, you must get up." You whispered against his forehead.

His body tensed when your words sank in. There was no way he could make you leave, you were going to see how damaged he was.

"It's okay, hey, I love you. I love you a lot." You said, cupping his cheek softly.

He nodded, slowly rising from the bed in a sitting position.

You followed the healer's every move, trying to memorize the process as much as possible so that whenever it was needed you could take care of your future husband as well.

It was nothing complicated, after a few tries you were confident in your skills and knowledge.

Lucien didn't complain, the opposite, he was actually glad that it was you who took over in taking care of him. He was always more comfortable in your presence and nothing could change that.

Years passed and your love for Lucien never disappeared, it became even stronger with each day. Drastic changes occured all around Prythian. Lucien was now the emissary of the Night Court, away from the wrath that used to rule his life. Beron was long dead, defeated by Eris after he tried to murder his mate as revenge.

Lucien still had his insecurities,but you spent every moment possible reminding him how much you loved him until every single ounce of doubt was gone from his mind.

You had recently given birth to your first child,a little girl who was the most precious angel ever. When Lucien held her for the first time you recognized the look on his face from that horrifying moment years ago. He was worried about his own daughter being repulsed by his appearance.

However, your little girl was all smiles and giggles. Whenever she was in her dad's arms she always wanted to look at his face, she was adorable and had him wrapped around her finger. You knew that your family would be fine,as long as there was love present.

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

I Know it Won’t Work || Tom Blyth x singer!reader

Summary: You and Tom break up after three years of dating and you perform a song about the truth of the breakup for the first time live.

Warnings: slight age gap, reader is 23 and Tom is 30

Wc: 658

A/n: these r addicting to make lol. Also, changed up some lyrics for the sake of the storyline making sense. 2/4? Fics I’m posting today!

Tom Blyth x singer!reader au masterlist

Divider by @pommecita

You let out a shaky breath, "I left you here, heard you keep the extra closet empty," You sing the first words of your unreleased song to the crowd. "In case this year, I come back and stay throughout my twenties, what if I won't? How am I supposed to put that gently?" You had just freshly turned 23 and broken up with Tom.

You honestly don't know how you ended up here, in-front of a crowd of hundreds in London. Performing in front of people was the last thing you wanted to do at the moment but you had to keep a strong front for your supporters, this show was highly anticipated.

"I've had the thought, tried to work it out through anxious pacin'" Your biggest coping mechanism was writing songs. You never knew how to really express your emotions in sentences to someone, so instead, you write them into songs. Your real feelings and emotions laced into words that in the end, formed a song.

"But it's a lot, all the shine of three happy years fadin'" The crowd watched in silence, partly because it was a new song and they did not know the lyrics to sing along, but also because they were mesmerised. Your voice held so much emotion.

Your fans weren't aware that the two of you have broken up, but a few had already pieced it up. "The whole facade, seemed to fall apart, it's complicated." Everyone viewed you and Tom as the power couple, deeply in love with one another with no flaw or doubt in the relationship

While half of it was true, the other half wasn't. The seven year age gap different had been brought up so many times throughout your relationship. You remember the first time the two of you got together, you were 20 and he was 27.

You both received heavy backlash from the internet but the two of you ignored them all. They weren't the ones in the relationship, they weren't the ones to make the call about whether or not you should be together.

"And part of me wants to walk away 'till you really listen, I hate to look at your face and know that we're feelin' different," As the three years went by, uou hoped you weren't the only one in the relationship that doubted a few things. You didn’t want to admit that other people's comments were getting to you. As the three years progressed with Tom, you felt as if you were just both in such different phases of life.

You were still so young in your early twenties and fresh in your career while it seemed that Tom was ready to settle down, marry, and start a family. He would always mention starting a family and you would listen, not really knowing what to say to him.

But recently, you came into terms with the truth that both you and Tom don't share the same feelings or goals at the moment. "Cause part of me wants you back, but, I know it won't work like that, huh?" You loved Tom, parts of you still do. He never did anything wrong, he was everything you could have ever wished for. You like to think of him as the right person, wrong time.

But nothing was going to change the fact that you two were just in different stages of life. Nothing will change the seven year age gap between the two of you. "I know we cut all the ties, but you're never really leavin'"

Tom hasn't left your mind. It would've been easier if he did. But he just couldn't. "And part of me wants you back, but, I know it won't work like that, huh?" Your voice slightly cracks, a single tear drop runs down your face. Eyes closed, you let it. The dewy stream your tear left—accentuated with the bright lights focused on you—did not go unnoticed.

[geotjwrs]

Hi can I request a Jenna Ortega x male reader where the reader is in the army and comes back to surprise her during the Grammys or the golden globes right after she gets an award

hero's return

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The night of the Golden Globes was filled with anticipation and nerves for Jenna Ortega, who was nominated for her outstanding performance in a critically acclaimed film. The atmosphere backstage buzzed with excitement as celebrities and nominees mingled, waiting for their moments to shine under the bright lights of Hollywood's grand event.

Jenna, adorned in a stunning gown that sparkled under the shimmering lights, nervously awaited her category's announcement. Cameras flashed, capturing every moment as she walked the red carpet with grace, her smile radiant yet tinged with an unspoken longing.

Meanwhile, Y/N, her devoted boyfriend, was thousands of miles away, serving in the military. They had been apart for months, communicating through sporadic calls and heartfelt letters, but Jenna's thoughts always wandered to him, especially on this special night.

As the award ceremony progressed, Jenna's heart pounded with excitement and nerves. When her name was finally called as the winner for Best Actress, she was overcome with a mix of emotions—joy, disbelief, and a twinge of sadness that Y/N couldn't be there to share this moment with her.

Standing on stage, holding the prestigious award in her hands, Jenna's voice wavered with emotion as she delivered her acceptance speech. "I am truly honored and humbled to receive this award. I want to thank my incredible cast and crew, my family for their unwavering support, and..." She paused, her eyes scanning the room, wishing Y/N could materialize before her.

"...and my boyfriend, Y/N," she continued, her voice catching. "He's not here tonight, but he's always believed in me, even from afar. This is as much his award as it is mine."

As Jenna made her way off the stage, the backstage area was abuzz with congratulations and excitement. She was enveloped in hugs and praise from fellow actors and industry veterans. Amidst the flurry of activity, a familiar voice called out her name.

"Jenna!"

She turned, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Y/N standing there, dressed in his military uniform. Shock and joy flooded her features as she dropped her award and ran towards him, ignoring the curious stares of those around them.

"Y/N!" Jenna cried out, throwing herself into his arms. Tears streamed down her face as she held him tightly, unable to believe he was actually here.

"I couldn't miss this moment," Y/N whispered into her ear, his voice thick with emotion. "I had to be here for you."

The backstage area erupted in applause and cheers as Jenna and Y/N embraced, their reunion a heartwarming spectacle amidst the glitz and glamour of the awards ceremony. They held onto each other as if afraid to let go, their love and longing finally reunited after months of separation.

"I can't believe you're here," Jenna murmured, her voice choked with tears of happiness.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," Y/N replied, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "You deserve every bit of this."

After the initial shock wore off, Jenna and Y/N found a quiet corner backstage where they could have a moment of privacy. They sat together, holding hands and basking in the glow of their reunion.

"I've missed you so much," Jenna confessed, her eyes never leaving his.

Y/N smiled softly. "I've missed you too, every single day."

They talked for hours, catching up on everything they had missed in each other's lives. Jenna shared stories of her hectic filming schedule and the challenges of being in the spotlight, while Y/N recounted his experiences in the military and the longing he felt being away from her.

As the night drew to a close, Jenna and Y/N walked hand in hand through the bustling halls of the venue. They were surrounded by friends and well-wishers, but in that moment, it felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of them.

"You know," Y/N began, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "I have something for you."

Y/N reached into his pocket, his fingers closing around something small and precious. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding with nerves and excitement.

"Jenna," Y/N began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. He knelt down on one knee, drawing a small box from his pocket. Jenna gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth in surprise.

"I've loved you from the moment I met you," Y/N continued, his eyes locked on hers. "You are my best friend, my confidante, and the love of my life. I can't imagine my future without you in it."

He opened the box to reveal a dazzling diamond ring, catching the light and casting a rainbow of colors around them.

"Jenna Marie Ortega, will you marry me?"

The room seemed to hold its breath as Jenna stared down at Y/N, her heart overflowing with love and joy. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded eagerly, unable to find her voice amidst the overwhelming emotions.

"Yes," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible but filled with certainty.

Y/N's face broke into a radiant smile as he slid the ring onto her finger, their hands trembling with the weight of their newfound promise. He stood and swept Jenna into his arms, lifting her off the ground as they spun in a joyous embrace.

Amidst cheers and applause from their friends and colleagues, Jenna and Y/N shared a kiss that sealed their commitment to each other. The room erupted into cheers as they announced their engagement, hugs and congratulations coming from all directions.

[sweetbillwriting]

In The Dead of Night

TEN

Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, I started this story long before I saw the movie.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: FINALLY seen the movie. All similarities with the movie are accidentally. I got this idea after seeing the trailer.

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I looked at Eric with pleading eyes until I heard a loud groan from Robin and how he turned on his heel to leave.

“Robin!” I shouted after him and jumped out of bed. It was a reflex to follow him because he was the one that left, but he was also my best friend. After a few seconds of searching, I found my panties on the floor and the gray tank top Eric used the night before, and then I ran after Robin through the staircase.

“Robin, please! You don't understand! I was just-”

Robin turned around in the middle of a stair while I stood on the first step.

“No! I don't understand! Because the only way I can see you have been able to get in contact with him is that you searched him up! Behind my back!”

“Yes, yes… But it was for Lotti!”

It wasn't a complete lie, but it was far from completely true either.

“For my mom? For my mom? You don't know a fuck what's best for her!”

“She misses him all the time.”

“That doesn't mean he's good for her. And neither for you! He's a fucking junkie, Della!”

"No, he's not; he's clean!”

“That's what he says to you, you fucking idiot! How many times should I say to you, addicts are manipulative assholes, and he will hurt you. I just want your best, but instead you go behind my back and fuck the trash.”

I stood quiet because I was in the wrong and didn't know what to say, but also because I didn't know much about addiction, and once again I became worried Eric was actually taking something. Had he hidden pills somewhere?

“I get that it's an exciting story with the lost son, the son who came back from an addiction, but I've seen him close to death twice now, even if he had sworn he would never do anything again. My mom doesn't need that, and I don't think you want to be near that either. You have probably seen the signs that he isn't stable, and I'm quite sure you don't want that in your life.”

I could hear Lotti's words in my head about his long periods of opiates use and the short periods of him being happy. Maybe this was a short period he was happy, and he would soon fall down in the dark pit of drugs again. Hadn't he closed the door, only ignoring it for the moment? He had said himself he thought about drugs all the time.

Robin started to walk down with slow steps, not as upset anymore, but his shoulders were slumped, and I could see a genuine worry in his body language when he dragged his hand over his face.

“Robin…” I whined but stayed on my step.

“This is just fucked up, Della. Going behind my back but also how much you will destroy for yourself…” he said with a sigh. I stayed silent and let my tears fall until I heard him walk out the entrance door. I took a deep breath because I knew now I had one more man to explain my actions to. In one way it felt easier because Eric wasn't the type to scream and make a scene, but he would be much more hurt than Robin. Robin's emotions were loud, but Eric's was big.

I met him already in the hallway, dressed in gray sweatpants and a Joy Division t-shirt that was so well used it had a big hole in the armpit. He gave me a quick look when he threw down his sports bag with his things on the floor, then he pulled on his high-top Vans.

“Eric..! I cried pathetically. Now the tears streamed heavily, and I tried to drag his body close to mine, but he either turned his back against me or pushed me away lightly.

“Please just let me explain, please!”

I didn't even know how to explain my behavior, but still I said it, just to be able to make him stay, but it didn't work because Eric just pulled on his bomber jacket. In that moment when his arms were occupied, I took my chance to hug him around his waist, hugging so hard he wouldn't be able to go away.

“Della…”

He tried to sound bored and irritated, but I could only hear the tears in his throat.

“Please Eric, just let me explain.”

I tied my fingers together around his back to make it harder for him to push me away, but I noticed at once I didn't need to worry about that; Eric was too kind to push me hard. Instead, he let his arms hang by his side while he stood with his eyes closed. I looked at him and dried my own tears from my cheeks and wondered if he would cry, but he just took a deep breath until he spoke again.

“I want to go now, Delilah.”

“No! Let us go back to bed; please just let us talk!” I rambled in my panic and tried to make him move towards the bedroom. I was stupid for believing that. Eric's body was just muscles, and he wouldn't move an inch if he didn't want to.

“I don't want to talk. I want to go...”

He really tried sounding determined and hard, like he could do to Odin, but he just sounded like a broken boy.

“Eric, I want to explain-”

For the first time during our conversation, he looked at me. His beautiful big green eyes were full of tears, but he blinked them away and looked down at me again.

“I don't want to talk because it doesn't matter anyway. Everything between us is a lie; you have gone behind my back, and I guess the stalking Jackie talked about was also true then-”

“No, no! Let me explain!” I cried pathetically and hugged him even harder.

“No, Della. Let me go.” He looked at me seriously while a tear crawled its way down his porcelain skin. “Just let me go.”

I looked straight into his eyes while tear after tear swam down his cheeks. I cried loudly instead, like a kid losing its favorite stuffy. I wanted to continue to hold him, only letting him go when everything was okay again, but not even I knew how we would get past this. I was a stalker, a liar, and hadn't respected his boundaries. Eric was an addict, but that was his only flaw. He deserved something better.

Hyperventilating with tears, I let him go slowly, and he took the trunk standing on the floor and wiped away his tears on his cheeks. I hoped he would give me a final kiss, a hug, and say that we could stay in touch, but he just walked out of my apartment and closed the door behind him silently. I continued my hyperventilating cries, and it became worse when I realized I had one thing more to tell him. I opened the door fast and could hear his slow steps down the stairs and a sniffle. I took a deep breath through my pained lungs and shouted:

“I love you most in the entire world!”

×××

Desiree dragged her fingers through my hair, even if it was greasy. I had been lying in bed for six days, and both me and my bedroom smelled like sweat and stale air. I didn't notice the smell, though, because I was just thinking about Eric. A bit about Robin too, but mostly about Eric. I loved him so much it felt like my body had shut down, and for short moments I wondered if I would be able to function again.

“I get that you're sad over Eric and Robin and everything, but laying here just makes it worse…”

Desiree just knew that Eric was Robin's brother, and I had approached him without Robin's consent. She didn't know why Eric had broken up with me too, but she probably created her own story about all of it.

“You can talk to Robin. He will probably understand. I mean, it's just his brother. It was a stupid thing for you to do, but it is only his brother. Such things happen.”

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes even harder. It wasn't as easy as Desiree believed, and hearing her talk so lightly about it just made my chest ache even harder.

“Can't you come on a walk with me at least? You will feel better when you go out.”

I did what she said. I don't even know why; maybe it was just nice someone else made a decision for me. I wore Eric's big hoodie over a pair of leggings with my nose down in the collar to smell the little scent of him that was left on it. Desiree looked at me while I did it and sighed.

“He's really nice but don't you think this is for the best? You're so different from each other. I always thought you wanted a more ambitious guy who could afford traveling with you.”

She was right; I had dreams about traveling all the time, meanwhile Eric had problems even affording a visit to my hometown, but money wasn't everything. He was.

“I don't want that anymore…” I said with a small voice.

“You feel that now because you two just broke up, but I know how much you like to travel. He works as a part-time janitor. It doesn't sound like he can even afford a trip to New York.”

I dug my hands deeper into the pocket of the hoodie. It was too early for her to diss Eric. Maybe in a few weeks it could be comforting, but I doubted even that. Talking shit about Eric was what weak, prejudiced people did. He was the kindest soul and did his best in life.

“What about Dante? I mean, I've seen on Instagram that he's still single and you two were-”

“God! This shit about Dante! He's an asshole!” I groaned loudly. My whole family was obsessed with the thought of me and Dante, even if I had said so many times he was an asshole.

“I know you could nag sometimes, but all couples do that, and you were so perfect for-”

“No! Can you please back off? I never ever want to be close to him again!”

“Because he complained about your clothes sometimes? Every partner you have had has complained about your clothes!”

My style was eclectic, theatrical, and sometimes ultra-sexy. I was a vintage girl, but I also liked some drama, and every partner I have had has either complained about the length of my skirt or the size of my hat. Everyone except Eric. That wasn't the reason I hated Dante, though.

“Yes! Because he complained about my clothes!”

Desiree made a smacking sound with her tongue, like she thought I was silly.

“So? He was handsome, stable, rich, sweet…”

While Desiree continued to enumerate everything good with Dante, I looked at my phone that was ringing. It was an unknown number, and in regular situations I wouldn't have answered, but now I did just to make Desiree shut up.

“Hey, it's Nick... Uhm…”

“Hi?” I said confused but also nervously. I wondered if he would shout at me for breaking Eric's heart, but it didn't really sound like he was mad.

“I know you and Eric have broken up, but I think you should come? He's a mess, and I'm afraid he will do something stupid. Please Della?” Nick said pleadingly. He didn't need to say more than that, I stood up at once and gave Desiree a look. She looked back at me, confused.

“I will be there as soon as I can.”

×××

I had hoped a reason would arise where I could go to Eric, but him feeling so awful that Nick felt forced to call me wasn't what I wanted. Nick told me he, John, and Granny had watched him in shifts because they didn't know what he could do in his anxiety. They had started to watch him after Granny had seen the prominent blue imprint of a belt around his neck, and he had asked for Granny’s anxiety medication he knew he had.

Together, Nick and Granny had locked away every sharp object or thing he could strangle himself with, in a wardrobe, even if Eric said they were silly. They didn't dare to take any risks because they knew Eric had an impulsive side that could come out when you least expected.

I borrowed mom and dad's car again, and my tears streamed down my cheeks while I was driving. Of course I could see why he wasn't boyfriend material. He used drugs and self harm to cope with life when I had the plan to be an adult and travel with my safe boyfriend. Eric handled everything in life turning against himself and was far from being safe. Still, I didn't want anyone else, and even if he didn't want me, I would stand by his side.

I had packed some things, ready to stay if it was needed, but left the bag in the car. I didn't know if Eric actually wanted me there, and it would maybe provoke him if it seemed like I thought I would stay. Instead, I walked up to his apartment with just my phone and keys in his hoodie's pocket and pushed the doorbell with a deep exhalation.

It was Nick who opened the door, dressed in a white tank and black sweats.

“Hey,” he just said, and let me go into Eric's apartment. I gave him a little strained smile and stopped awkwardly in the hallway. It didn't feel right to just go in when Eric had asked me to leave him alone the last time we saw each other.

“He's in bed; maybe you can talk to him?” Said Nick, who scratched his jaw uncomfortably.

I nodded a little and moved into the room at once. Standing next to Nick in the hallway felt just awkward, and it felt better to just go to Eric.

I could see long pale legs sticking out under the black cover and a tattooed back. His black hair melted into the pillow. I didn't know if he knew I was there, if he was sleeping, so I just sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for signs he was ready for my presence. He seemed to be sleeping, so I moved the cover away from his neck and saw the angry bruise on his skin. It wasn't just black and blue but there were also wounds where the leather had penetrated his skin. It really looked like someone had tried to decapitate him.

“Oh god…” I whispered to myself. “Have you cleaned the wound? It looks awful.”

I looked at Nick, who leaned against the armrest of the couch.

“Ehm… No…” he said guiltily. “He wouldn't accept that anyway. You really believe he would let me clean his wounds?”

I sighed and dragged my fingers through the back of Eric's greasy mullet. To touch him was a reflex, but it caused him to wake up, and he looked at me with heavy eyes. He had a longer stubble that didn't match his raven colored hair.

“Hey…” I said softly, but I could feel the nerves in my chest.

He looked at me for a few seconds, then turned his back to me. I stared at his broad back hurt and then at Nick, who smiled at me disappointedly and stood up.

“Do you want coffee?” He asked me.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

“I think I should go?”

“That easily? I thought you loved him?” Asked Nick with a bit of attitude. It was obvious he was protective of Eric.

“Yes but… He doesn't want me here?”

“He doesn't want me here either. So, coffee?”

I looked between Nick and the back of Eric.

“Yes, thank you.”

The two of us sat on the couch while Eric continued to sleep in the bed. We didn't say anything because there wasn't that much to say. I knew Nick wouldn't ask what happened between me and Eric, and I wouldn't tell until I really must. After 45 minutes of us just staring between the window, our phones, and Eric's back, he turned around and looked at us. His eyes were tired and sad, and at once I had a bad conscience. Was it me who had destroyed him like this?

Nick stood up and walked to the kitchen when he noticed that Eric just looked at me, and I took a deep breath. I didn't know what would happen, even if I knew Eric wasn't the angry type. He looked at me with big eyes that just became more and more shiny.

“I miss my mom…” he suddenly said with a wobbly voice and let himself cry without restraint.

“Hey, hey…” I said with a beating heart, broken of seeing him like that. I ran up to the bed and sat down next to him and hugged him.

“You can be with your mom, you know.”

Eric shook his head and took a deep breath. He laid down on his back and pushed his hands against his eyes.

“I have pain everywhere…” he whispered, and I nodded just a little and started to pat his chest. I didn't know if it would be okay, but I knew that if he had anxiety, it was where the pain started.

“Harder…”

I patted harder, in a circle. It made Eric remove his hands from his face and look at me. We didn't say anything; we just looked into each other's eyes while I patted.

“I lost my job…” He said after a few minutes.

“No, why?” I said with an empathetic voice, but it seemed to just make everything worse, and his face shrank up because of new tears.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?”

“I forgot I needed to go to work.”

It was typically him, especially when his emotions went wild. I nodded in response and continued to pat his chest.

“I can't do anything right…”

"Yes, you can! You're so great, baby.”

I felt awful hearing him talk about himself like that and laid down next to him and steered his face against mine. He looked between my eyes and lips, and I moved closer to him, encouraging him to kiss me, but he looked away.

“Delilah…” He paused and looked up at the ceiling before he turned his gaze to me. He shook his head a little, but I couldn't interpret what he wanted to say.

“It's broken between you and me. It's broken…” He turned his eyes away from me again and closed them tightly. I laid and looked at his perfect profile and felt my chest start to hurt in a similar way Eric's probably did.

“But… But you need me...” I whispered. Eric didn't say anything, even if I crawled closer to him, kissing his earlobe and patting his cheek.

Eric breathed heavily and licked his cracked lips.

“I just… I don't feel well at all…”

He said, and let me continue to touch his face. I nodded fast, eager to just make him feel better.

“We could talk if I felt better…” he whispered, and he laid his cheek heavy in my hand. My heart beated faster now; the thought of him being able to talk to me and give me another chance took over everything else. I could do anything for him to forgive me.

He looked at me with big, green, soulful eyes and I knew I would do anything for him, especially when his eyes started to swim with tears.

“I saw something at your place when I was there... You still have pain medications for your shoulder, right? If I could just get a couple so my chest pains would stop…” His tears ran down his cheeks again, and I wiped them away with my thumbs. “Just three or four, it wouldn't make a difference? It's just for now.”

I didn't even know that I'd left the morphine pills so he could find them and admired him for not having taken anything. Maybe he could just take a couple? Just now when he didn't feel well?

“Please Della… It feels like I will die, please...” He cried, and he made me nod a little, even if I hadn't really thought it through.

“Yeah?” He said it with a small, hopeful smile. It was the first smile he had given me that day, and it was so precious I couldn't stop myself from just smiling back.

“Yeah,” I said and nodded a little.

“Can you get them now?” he asked eagerly. His eagerness made me doubt my decision, but I had too bad a conscience to take my words back. He would never talk to me if it seemed like I played with him.

I nodded at his question, and he hugged my hand in his as a thank you. I squeezed it back a little bit too long but then stood up, walking out to the hallway. I prepared myself for Nick's questions because I knew he wouldn't get me. He seemed to believe Eric was a lost case, but it was me who had been with him the most the last few months, and I knew this was just now. He would see it was just now he would take the pills.

“Are you going now?” Nick asked, confused, when I was almost at the door.

“I will be back.”

“Okay? I just thought you felt he was more important,” he said with a shoulder shrug.

“I do!” It angered me that he even said such a thing. “I just need to get something.”

Nick looked at me up and down and stopped at my eyes. I couldn't look at him, so I looked away, and it was obvious enough for him to understand.

“You're going to give him drugs!”

“No!”

“You're going to get him drugs!”

“No! I just-”

“Are you so fucking slow that you would give an addict drugs! Huh??”

“I'm sorry!” I cried and dragged Eric's hoodie sleeve over my eyes. “I just want him to stop being in pain!”

“Why did I even call you?? You're just a naive little girl! Get the fuck out of here before you've destroyed him completely!”

I ugly cried from shame but also terror of seeing Nick that angry. I turned on my heel and ran out the door, down the stairs as fast as I could. It felt like Nick was chasing me even if I knew he wasn’t.

I jumped into my car while sobbing. First I just felt sorry for myself, for evil Nick had destroyed everything, but it didn't take a long time before I realized what I'd almost done.

I think about drugs all the time.

I could hear Eric's voice in my head and thought about how he had told me how much he still dreamt about drugs. If I had given him it, what would have happened then? I wanted to believe it would just be that time, but not even I was that stupid in reality. I just couldn't stand hearing him cry in pain.

I was a naive little girl, and Nick did the right thing by throwing me out. Everyone made it sound like Eric wasn't good for me, but everything pointed to how it was the other way around. 

××× 

Three days later, Robin agreed to meet me on the bench outside of the salon. He had Odin with him, who was much happier to see me than Robin was. I cuddled with him for a while even if Robin was waiting, but even he knew it would be calmer if Odin just got his attention. When I sat down on the bench, Robin gave me an unexpected first question. 

“So it's Eric that has started to raise him?” He looked at Odin, who had laid down on the ground in a way he wouldn't have done some months ago. I shrugged my shoulders and swallowed hard. 

“I guess so. He's really good with animals, and Odin really-” 

“I know he's good with animals; even our dog Max loved him more than me.” 

I laid my head to the side and gave him a sympathetic look. 

“No one loved him more than you.” 

“Yes, my parents, our relatives, even the dog! I had only my uncle on my side. Otherwise, it was so much about Eric all the time!” 

“Don't you think that's from your perspective, because he was the adopted son?” 

Robin made an irritated sound and shook his head. 

“The apartment he has now is his first home. Did you know that? He lived as a parasite on mom and dad all the time-” 

“Don't call him that; he has had a tough life.” I tried to say it softly, but it still provoked Robin. 

“He lived on the streets as long as he thought it was fun then he-” 

“No one thinks it's fun to live on the street! Come on!” I was annoyed now because Robin really tried to own the narrative, even if it all was completely unbelievable. 

“He did! Then he came home to mom and dad, and they needed to save him! It was me who fucking forced mom to get him into rehab! She couldn't take care of him when dad just died! And Eric didn't do anything else than get eaten up by heroin until he overdosed! Some nice son there!” He more or less shouted now, and I wanted to hush him because of his harsh words, but then he would probably get quiet instead. 

“So your dad died and Eric overdosed because of it?” 

“Oh shut the fuck up. That wasn't the reason.” 

I sighed and dragged my hands over my face. 

“But you took him to rehab then? It was nice of you, Robin. You might have saved his life.” I tried to talk to his more human side, and it seemed to work because he took a deep breath. 

“Yes, but it was totally fruitless. And now he did it again.” 

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Eric hadn't OD’d since I got to know him... 

“You remember when I said my uncle had hit his head and gotten into a coma? It was he who was in a coma. Eric. Everyone thought he would die. Can you understand now why he isn't good for you? He has been clean for like half a year.” 

I didn't listen to the last part of what he said. I just thought about where I was in life when Eric was close to death. I was dreaming. About him. 

My Eric. My dream man. 

×

[icycoldninja]

Hello! I've been a fan of your posts for a while and I'm very impressed by your ability to write in such a wide range of requests 😃

So, Vergil x reader who is very emotional and at the same time out of touch with their feelings, in a way that tears are a basic reaction to any kind of emotional situations. They try to act like a tough cookie, but then eventually pathetically break down. They can't explain to Vergil why they are crying, and are afraid that he wouldn't tolerate any kind of emotional situations from them. With a happy ending though.

That probably will be really short, but still thanks :)

OMG thank you 💜 I hope you enjoy!!

Emotional (Vergil x Reader angst/fluff)

Throughout your life, you'd always been emotionally detached, yet extremely emotional all at the same time. No matter what the situation was, if it was slightly saddening, you would cry. You'd turn your head to keep others from seeing your tears, and vehemently deny it if anyone asked questions, but the facts remained. You were a strange person in terms of reactions, but since you took great pains to keep this a secret, no one noticed; no one knew.

You were perfectly content to keep things that way, crying in private or covering your face with a book, your phone, or just turning away and pretending to do something else, but it seemed Fate wasn't having any of that. It decided that someone had to know your secret, and of course, that someone had to be your loving, but incredibly stern and cold boyfriend, Vergil.

He'd been away on a very long mission for 4 months and hadn't contacted you once during that time. You tried asking Dante and the others to see if they knew where he was and if he was alright, but no one knew where he went; all anyone could do was trust that he'd return. Despite their reassurances, you were worried sick. There were so many possibilities, none of them good. What if he'd been kidnapped? What if Mundus got him again? What if he was being tortured? What if? What if?

Once again, your reaction to this situation was to curl up on the bed and cry, silently, since no one was watching. You lay there like the lump of miserable flesh you were, tears streaming down your face and soaking the sheets. Then, as if summoned precisely for this moment, you heard the sounds of a portal being opened in the living room. You quickly tried to compose yourself, but no matter how hard you rub your face, you can't hide the redness in your eyes.

"Y/N?"

You heard him call out to you, footsteps heading towards the bedroom, where he presumed you would be. You sat up, trembling in anticipation, the stress and anxiety in your heart finally getting to you the moment Vergil set foot through the door. The first thing he saw was your flushed face, glassy gears streaming out of your bloodshot eyes and pouring down your cheeks, the small sniffling noises you made adding to your utterly defeated appearance. Vergil was used to you putting on a "tough cookie" act, not this. He'd never seen you cry before, and now that he was, he felt horrible.

"What's wrong, are you hurt?" He asked, stiffly walking over to you. You knew you shouldn't have done what you did next, but you did it anyway.

"I don't know!" You wailed, springing up from the bed and flinging yourself into his arms. Vergil was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what you wanted and returned the hug with enthusiasm.

"What is the matter?" He continued, "Did you perhaps grow lonely because of my absence?"

"I don't know," You repeated, sniffling and pulling away, furiously rubbing your eyes and biting down on your tongue to keep from crying any more. You did this because you thought Vergil wouldn't tolerate tears or any kind of weakness, especially if they were from you. To your surprise, Vergil snaked his large arms back around your waist and tugged you close, smushing your face into his chest.

"Shh, never mind, just stay here." He told you, running one hand up and down your back.

"You're not...mad at me?" You croaked, your face still buried in the wall of muscle that was his chest.

"Why would I be? What justifications do I have to be cross with you?"

"Cause...I'm crying...and...you don't want me to be...weak..."

"Your tears are not weakness." Vergil's words were shocking; you never expected him to say something like that. "They are the embodiment of your emotions, emotions that you are otherwise indifferent to. For anyone else, they would be signs of weakness, but not for you." Vergil glanced down at you with his rarely seen, truly warm smile, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Not for you, my dove. I could never be cross with you."

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request from your prompt list:

4.) "My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

And/or

12.) "You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

With Overwatch's Cole Cassidy. Preferably with a darling they've been living with in a surprisingly normal life with up until this point? He's managed to hide his yandere tendencies and live a totally normal life with them up until now?

Thank you,

~♠️

I can try, sure! Here's you catching Cole Cassidy red handed in some dark acts :) Wasn't entirely sure about plot so I hope this works-

Yandere! Cole Cassidy Prompts 4 + 12

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Manipulation, Jealousy, Murder mentioned, Coercion, General yandere themes, Secret picture taking, Possible OOC Cole, Consensual relationship turned forced.

Cole had been doing his best to hide his... behavior ever since he scored you as his. You were his little darling partner and he was determined to keep things that way. He told himself he'd behave once he got you as his.

Well... He lied to himself... and you.

Cole still seemed to keep his stalking habit. He still seemed to seethe with jealousy when some guy came up to you. With you being his... he thought he could stop.

Yet no matter how much he distracted himself with your sweet touch and smell, he still felt dangerous. When you weren't looking, he still beat up those too close to you. He still used his gun to get rid of the more troublesome issues and he did it all while lying to you.

Perhaps he could stop himself, maybe he really is just another monster. Yet he managed to tell himself that he could hide it and that everything would be okay. He convinced himself he can continue with this because you loved him now.

You haven't found out anything yet...

Until now.

"Shoot... Honey, please listen to me!" Cole panics when he sees your distraught face. In your hands are a select few items he was hoping to keep hidden. Photos of you... newspapers on crimes he's committed... the belongings of those who got in his way... trophies..

"What the hell is all of this!?" You yell, fear in your voice as you stare down at the mess of incriminating evidence. Cole watches as you drop the items on the floor before trying to approach. He couldn't keep it hidden forever, could he?

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."Cole mutters to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. You poor thing... you looked all scared of him and it was all his fault. He could've improved....

He really should've burned those items while he still could.

"You are not the man I've met and fell in love with!" You cry, tears streaming down your face as you back away. Cole notices you back off and steps closer. There's no way he's losing you now.

"Oh baby... Of course I'm the man you fell in love with!" Cole comforts, stepping closer like approaching a scared animal. "My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"Get away from me!" You growl, Cole's gaze darkening in response.

"Afraid I can't do that, Darlin'." Cole sighs before cornering you against a wall. You squeal a bit as he pulls you against his chest.

"You have no idea how hard I had to work to get you..." Cole whispers in your ear. "However, now you're mine. You'll ALWAYS be mine... I just wish you didn't have to learn the truth."

Cole chuckles when he sees you struggle. It's a shame, really. You two could've been perfect together. Now he has to work even harder to keep you to himself.

"Now... you and I are going to pretend this never happened, alright?" Cole continues, gaze never leaving yours as he stares you down. "I'll burn those items you dropped and we can be happy, okay?"

You want to refuse... yet you force yourself to nod when Cole frowns in anger.

"Good..." Cole praises, kissing your forehead softly.

"I knew you'd come around for me, Darlin'."

[alwaysaglader]

With you, even when I lose, I am winning (Charles Leclerc X Reader)

Y/N's P.O.V

An unexpected line of events happened on this lazy Sunday afternoon when my best friend, Charles, showed up at my door with his luggage in one hand and a bouquet of flowers on his other hand.

Taken by surprise and excitement at his early arrival only a few hours after the GP ended, I couldn't help but have a huge smile plastered onto my face as I leaped into his arms, making him chuckle and spin me around in his own excitement.

Still confused as to what he was doing here so early, I couldn't resist feeling my smile grow more as he explained that he booked an immediate flight right after the GP to come stay with me every minute he could during this 2 weeks break before the next GP.

Who knew that what started as a dull Sunday afternoon was to be twisted to an amazing evening now that Charles was here, already unpacking his luggage for the next 2 weeks!!

Charles being home for the break always insists on making me home cooked meals as much as he can, regardless of my complaints being that this week being his time to rest. All cause he knows all too well how much I dislike cooking hence my tendency to always order take out and never having a home cooked meal.

So Charles though he'd surprise me with a new recipe Carlos had taught him, which started off well by the looks of it, but ended up with smoke puffing out of my oven and a very roasted of something that I am not sure what cooling down on my counter top.

Right now, we were laughing on the kitchen floor, eating the ice cream Charles picked up on the way from the airport instead of Carlos's special recipe.

Eating between bouts of laughter had Charles struggling to get the spoon straight into either of our mouths, which resulted with both of us with ice cream all over our faces.

Next thing I know Charles had his phone pointed at me a chuckle escaping his lips and I heard the click sound before I could even react to his fast reflexes. "Ma belle, you look so adorable. Like a Cookie Monster".

"Charles I look gross" I whined in a failed attempt to grab the phone from his grip. "Look at me. I am sleep deprived and exhausted".

"I've even got raccoon eyes" I moved closer and widened my eyes at him which only made him let out a chuckle before leaning in closer and brushing his fingers along my cheeks.

"And you're still more beautiful than any sunrise I've ever seen" he whispered ever so softly.

"And I've seen sunrises all around the world ma cherie so you cannot argue with me" he said with a cheeky grin and rubbed my back while he continued to hold me close. I hummed and smiled, loving this moment. 

"So mon armor" he started softly after a moment of comfortable silence, but I could feel a hint of caution in his voice this time like he was trying to tread lightly on something. "Tell me what's been going on with you lately?".

His question caught me off guard as I raised my head from looking at the ice cream tub to capture his concerned eyes looking into mine, before looking back down quickly when I felt my heart hurt at his look of worry towards me.

"Ma bella what's going on in that beautiful mind?" he asked again, this time tilting my head back up gently with his two fingers under my chin.

"Nothing. I'm fine" I said quickly, looking back down and aimlessly stirring the melted ice cream in the tub.

"Y/N" I heard Charles say, before feeling the warmth of his big, tender hands being placed on mine. "Mon armor, you're lying. When you're upset don't lie to me when you can talk about it".

"No matter what it is, even if it's about me. I am here for you" he continued in a soft tone, gently rubbing circles on my skin with the tip of his thumbs, "and my goal is to make you happy and keep you there. Even if someone else gets you down it is my job to bring you back up".

Before I knew it tears started to stream down my face from the mere moment I looked up at him and met with his concerned eyes and gentle smile making me vulnerable in his presence. 

Hurriedly covering my face with my hands I tried to looked away, but the moment I felt the tears rolling down my face I felt Charles big hands being placed over mine removing them from my puffed up face.

"Y/N, no, don't you dare hide your tears from me" he said, peppering a few kisses over the trail of tears while his hands wiped away the tears dripping down my chin. "When you are crying you are beautiful too".

After a few moments of being in a bubble of silence, I felt Charles shuffle to wrap his arms around me and gently engulfing me in his warm embrace. "Y/N, what's going on?".

A silence fell on us again, when I was at a loss of words of how I could even begin to explain the chaos in my head lately without sounding crazy.

Charles sensed my struggle to express myself, something he's always known about me, and never forced me to. Instead he pressed a soothing kiss on my forehead, and continued to stroke my hair gently, calming my heat beat to the beat of his own.

After a few moments of being intertwined, his soft breathing almost lulling my chaotic head to sleep, did I felt his chest rumble as he hummed against my hair leaving a few kisses here and there.

"Y/N, are you ready to tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind, mon armour?" He asked softly, voice still laced with the same concern.

I let out a small sniffle to his shoulder before managing to put a sentence together. "It's my final year of med school Charles".

"I'm struggling to handle it" I felt my own voice sounded airy as I desperately tried to fight back my tears again. "It has been an overload of work since Year 5 started. Piles of assignments, presentations.. and my final exam is coming up in 2 weeks and 3 days and I am falling behind on studying... and I feel like I am on the verge of breaking down any day".

I felt Charles's arms tighten around me and pull me closer to him than possible. "Mon armour why have you been keeping this to yourself?" he asked gently, placing a few kisses to my shoulder to calm me down, "why didn't you tell me?".

"We tell each other everything" he said, sounding hurt, as I pulled my face away from being buried in the crook of his neck to look at his piercing blue eyes staring deeply into mine.

"I just felt like I am too much to handle Charles. Even for myself" I said truthfully, my own heart breaking at my own words. "I couldn't begin to imagine what a burden I must be on you"

"No no no mon armour. Don't you dare say that" he said, immediately smothering me with kisses and wiping my dripping tears again, "you are never too much for me Y/N. You are just enough".

The more I stared into his eyes as he dried my cheeks, the closer I grew to him.

"You know I am in awe of you right?" he murmured, while caressing my head gently with the palm of my hand. The caressing continued slowly.

"You are able to handle anything Y/N. You always have. You still do. You always will", he said with the gentlest movements, and pressed a kiss on my nose as soon as our eyes met. "It's just that you don't have to do it alone anymore. We take care of each other remember?".

"Honestly I feel happy when you share every small thing with me" he chuckled lightly, making me let out a chuckle too. "Me too Charles".

"That's better" he grinned, running his thumb along my lips, "I will fight anything that threatens to take that smile away from you".

"Even if it's a big pile of books". A giggle escaped my lips, as I buried my head in the crook of his neck again, unable to control the butterflies in my stomach with the level of Charles's cuteness.

A few seconds wrapped in his warm embrace made a small yawn leave my lips as I felt my eyes feel heavy. Charles must have felt me grow boneless in his arms cause I felt his embrace tighten, holding me closer to his chest for dear life.

"Let's get you to bed mon armour". His soft breath hit my ear tickling me a little, making me giggle and pull away to look at him, a gentle smile already settled on his lips.

"Tonight you need to sleep well. Tomorrow morning we will start studying ok?" he said, gently rocking us from side to side, like it was the most natural thing to do.

"We?" I tilted my head in confusion, to which he nodded at me with a toothy grin. "We".

"It is you and me against the world remember?" he smiled knowingly, his fingers interwinding with mine, before he bought them to his lips and placed a soft kiss on our locked digits.

I couldn't help but feel a smile spread across my face at hearing that promise. A promise we made to each other when we became friends years ago.

When Charles got in to F1 and I got into medical school - when we felt like we had the whole world to face - we made a promise to face the world together as one. Against anything the world throws at us.

5 years later, and never a day has gone by when we haven't kept that promise, even when it seemed like the darkest of days, we always found a way to be each other's light, if not we would sit in the dark together.

"You and me" I placed a kiss on his cheek tinting them red and I couldn't help but smile myself as I lost myself in his beautiful smile and twinkling eyes gazing at me, sparkling brightly.

--

Next morning, I woke up to the smell of pancakes travelling all around my room. Tracing the source of the scent to my kitchen I walked in on Charles in a red T-shirt and black shorts, and a bandana already on his head, scribbling on a stack of papers in his own world.

"Morning mon armour" I couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked, as I entered the kitchen startling him out of his focused mood with my sudden entrance. "You are up early".

"Ma cherie. You scared me" he said with a hand over his chest, already standing and walking over to me with open arms, engulfing me in his warm embrace. "Good morning".

"You were fast asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake you" he said, his arm still holding me close to his chest while the other tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear, "so I ran to the store and got your favourite maple syrup and made your favourite pancakes".

"So you can start your day with a smile" he sent a cheeky wink my way. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I tore my gaze away from his to hide my blushing face and my biting my bottom lip to keep myself from smiling too wide.

"You spoil me too much you know" I shoved his arm playfully, pulling away from the embrace, to control these feelings erupting in me looking into his eyes. It was a failed effort cause he caught my arm and only pulled me closer. "Ma bella, you deserve every bit of it".

My heart missed a few pulses from his words as I could feel his big, tender hands creep up on the sides of my face, his fingers brushing my cheeks with gentle strokes, tingles beginning to spread through my body.

"Sooo what is going on here?" I asked, knocking myself out of this trance, and averting my eyes to the mess on my counter top, which I started to notice was stacked with my notes, textbooks and a bundle of coloured pens and highlighters.

"I know you highlight all definite exam points in your notes with orange so I started making flash cards on them to quiz you" he said with the proudest smile on his face, holding up the colourful flash cards he seem to have spent the whole morning making.

"I also went and got you the medical supplies on the list you had written so you can practice" he said with a smile, pulling out the list from his pocket, that I wrote and pinned to the fridge weeks ago. "And I am all yours to practice your examinations and procedures on".

"Charles" I gasped, cupping my hands over my mouth, unable to grasp the shock of all his actions and words. All the effort he's gone through. I couldn't even begin to embrace it.

"You did all this for me...I don't know how to... I have no words..." I babbled, my mind unable to comprehend his kind thoughts to help me, and little did I know this was just the least of how he was going to stick with me through this.

The next couple of days, Charles never left my side, he ran to the pharmacy to get me medical supplies I needed to practice with, every time I ran out or even forgot what I needed at times. He spent endless mornings and nights making me flash cards, and even reading my piles of notes and bulky textbooks with me for hours just so I won't get bored or frustrated with the pile of work. And he even spent hours listening to me explain to him what I studied cause he knows that helps me remember more.

No matter how many times I convinced him to go sleep and rest himself, never did he.

No matter how badly his eyes were on the verge of closing or how many yawns he tried to hide from me. "I wanna stay up with you" he mumbled groggily, "I don't want you to be alone".

With my face pressed against his, I noticed him talking with his eyes being closed in tiredness on one occasion last night. Smiling at him nuzzling himself onto me half asleep, growing boneless, I gently rolled us over so he could lay his head on my chest.

"Mon armour I am never alone when I am with you" I whispered softly, pressing a kiss on his forehead before picking up my book continuing to read laying down on the couch now with Charles laying on top of me with his arms lazily wrapped around but keeping me warm.

"I will always be here if you need me" I heard him murmur sleepily, nuzzling his head under my chin, "no matter how far in distance or time. I don't care if we are on different continents or if its five, fifty years in the future. You will always have me".

My heart missed a few beats at his words before he fell fast asleep.

This morning, I was sitting on my couch, my head buried in my thousand paged book while Charles was on the sitting on the floor at the coffee table in front of me writing more flash cards.

He was wearing his blue sweater with the black "Ferrari" print on the front along with his black shorts paired up with the bandana and a pair of glasses. His nose was scrunched up and lips pursed together tightly in sheer focus. His head would start bobbing along to a tune he would start humming at times, with a smile in my direction when I couldn't help but smile myself on hearing his soothing voice, but little did he know, it was just more than his gentle voice echoing in my ears that had me smiling about him.

Ever since I met Charles, my thoughts cannot move an inch without bumping into some piece of him.

And I cannot stop myself from constantly falling into him.

Charles is the one who waits back to tie my shoe for me. The one who shifts closer to me when I subconsciously move away while walking next to him cause I can never seem to walk in a straight line. The one who smiles widely as soon as I look at him. The one who seeks me out as soon as he gets good or bad news. The one who listens to me, hears me and understands me.

He is the one who answers the phone "Hey you". The one who knows when my voice is thick with worry or fear. The one who plays my favourite songs and sings with me in the car. The one who will huddle together under the umbrella with me and walk in the rain just cause he knows how I love to do that.

He is the one who recognises my handwriting. The one who says "Oh no we can't, you have class that day" when we are trying to make plans. He is the one who is there on my beck and call 24/7 and the one who says "Because I know you" when I ask "How did you know that?".

He is the one who knows my nervous habits. He is the one who knows how I will react. The one who gives me the intimacy of shared, comfortable silence.

He is the one who's warmth keeps me cosy on a cold day. He is the one who keeps the radio off when I fall asleep on a long car journey. The one who knows just how I like my tea.

He is the one who I share the intimacy of sharing one earbud with and tons of inside jokes. He is the one who I always want to try something new together with even when we have no idea what we are doing - the shared hesitancy.

He is the one who always tells me "Text me when you are home safe" no matter how short of a distance I travel to. He is the one who stays up to check if I reached home safe when I am getting too late, no matter the time difference.

He is the one who I feel comfortable falling asleep on or next to, no matter where we are. The one who I share my deepest and darkest secrets with cause I know he will keep them safe.

He is the one says "Shall we share it?" when we order food. The one who tells me "This made me think of you". The one who can sense my slightest shivers and gives me his jacket when I feel cold. He is the one who smiles at me first thing in the morning upon seeing my unfocused eyes and messy hair sprawled on the couch where we usually fall asleep together while cuddling and watching a movie.

He is the ending to all my days and the starting of all my dreams.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

That's all I want to say.

Charles's P.O.V

We spent the whole day in the living room, Y/N crouched up on the couch with her books and me sitting at the coffee table near the couch.

It was going really well, until all I could start thinking was lying in her arms again, cuddled up in her scent which was home to me and before I could control it a yawn I tried to swallow in escaped my lips and Y/N caught it immediately.

The next thing I knew was Y/N pulling me onto the couch and into her arms to sleep against my complaints.

The intimacy of being tired together is a feeling that cannot be explained. A head on a chest while falling asleep to the thump thump thump of your love's heart. There's nothing I want more than to drift off in the arms of the one I love.

I almost felt myself doze off the moment Y/N engulfed me in her warm embrace when the loud ring from my phone suddenly woke me up and startled Y/N.

Grumbling under my breath, I stretched my hand grabbing my phone from the coffee table and answering it. It was my trainer again. "I will be there next week" I said, probably for the hundredth time.

I've been postponing my training sessions for the upcoming GP cause I wanted to stay with Y/N every minute I could to help her as much as I can. I understand why my trainer is frustrated with me, but Y/N is my first priority to me.

"Charles what is going on?" she asked concern lacing her voice as soon as I ended the call. "Nothing to worry about mon armour" I said quickly, tossing my phone back on to the coffee table, "let's get back to work shall we?".

"Charles" she pressed, giving me a knowing look when she knew I was handling something on my own. Just as much as I knew her inside out, she did know every inch of me the same.

"It was my trainer" I mumbled quietly, not wanting to confess it all but at the same time I know Y/N can catch me when I am avoiding the truth so I tried to put it as lightly as possible. "I may have missed a few of my training sessions this week".

"I thought you were free during the first week of the two week break?" Y/N tilted her head in confusion, "I thought your training starts next week".

"Ummm" I chuckled nervously scratching my neck unable to answer her question in an instant which made her put the pieces together. "Oh my goodness!!" she gasped at my silence, eyes widening, "CHARLES MARC HERVE PERCEVEL LECLERC WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME YOU HAD TO TRAIN THIS WEEK???".

"C'mon get ready let's go" she said tossing her book aside, and trying to stand up in a hurry with my arms still wrapped around her while I had no intention of leaving my spot.

"Mon armour no no calm down" I chuckled, holding her hands in mine and sitting up next to her, pulling her along to sit with me so she won't run to get ready before I explained myself.

"Y/N" I smiled, "I told my trainer I wanted this week off to spend with you and help you study for your finals. You are my most important priority. I will catch up on my training next week"

"Charles if your trainer is asking you to come train now when he knows you are on break it must be important for the next GP in..." she halted for a moment before looking at me in pure horror.

"THE MONACO GRAND PRIX" she gasped a hand over her mouth, "how could I forget... you always start training 2 weeks prior for that..."

"I am so silly how could that slip my mind" she banged her fists against her knees in frustration, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes.

"I am so sorry Charles" she looked me this time with tears swelling in her beautiful orbs, breaking my heart at the sight of a single tear falling from those beautiful crystals which shows me the world. "I am always up to date on the races, this is the first time it slipped my mind--"

"Y/N" I captured her face between my hands and placed a long kiss to her forehead, knowing that calms her down. "Don't you ever apologise ma cherie. You keep up with everything in my life, you have all these years, without missing a single thing... please don't be upset over missing this one thing... you have done more for me than I can possibly count".

Smiling a little, she pulled away from my grasp and stood up, and then held out her hand for me to grab it with that smile of hers which lured me to her with no control of my own body.

"Where are we going?" I asked, confused grabbing her small hand and standing up close to her. "We are going to the gym. And you are going to workout with your trainer like you are supposed to so you will be ready for your home race".

"Y/N--" I started to protest but she cut me off with the roll of my name from her lips. "Charles".

"I know you said you wanted to be with me while I study so I am coming with you" she smiled sweetly, "I will sit in a corner of the gym and study while you train".

"Y/N" I cooed at the thought of her heartfelt gesture, "but mon armour the gym is hot, humid and not to mention wreaks of sweat. You won't be comfortable studying there".

"Charles" my name rolled beautifully over those perfect lips again, my words unable to escape my own lips at the sound of that but her next words caught me at a complete loss for words.

"For you, I'd do anything Charles".

Dumbfounded, I gawked at her, our eyes caught in a craving stare before Y/N broke in to a small giggle, blush tinting her cheeks when she got too shy at me staring at her for too long.

Y/N dealt with me like this a lot. She knew I tend to daydream in front of her, but she never knew it was about her.

At times Y/N would catch me staring at her and smile and she always looks at me innocently and asks "What?" and I always reply "Nothing" but I wonder how she doesn't know yet that I am staring because her eyes are my favourite colour and her smile is my favourite smile and I am trying to keep my cool but I can't because I have been way too in love with her forever.

Y/N was the kind of girl who looks down when you stare at her for a little too long and turns away if you catch her looking. She's the girl whose hair gets a little knotted, and whose smile isn't always real. She's the girl who cries herself to sleep sometimes and cares a little too much about what you say.

She's the kind of girl who wishes for everyone what she wishes for herself. She's the kind of girl that prays you get the best. Her heart is full of love and she always cares for others before she cares for herself. She wants to see you smile even if inside she's crying. That's the kind of girl she is.

The same girl who laughs at all of your jokes - funny or not; the one who will love you with every inch of her. She's the girl who will watch the stars with you at night, and ask how your day was when you come home. She's the kind of girl who you'll find asleep with a book in her hand at 3 am or the kind who leaves your sweatshirts smelling sweeter than before.

The kind you want to love, the kind you want to be best friends with.

She is patient, she is kind, she doesn't realise her worth sometimes.

That's the kind of girl she is.

The kind I am in love with.

And a golden heart like that deserved to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again and treated nothing less than a queen.

And that is all I want to do for the rest of my life.

I want to show her what forever feels like.

Right now, it's been almost an hour of me working out in the gym with my trainer spotting me on the weights and getting a complaint or so every few minutes when I can't help myself but glance over to Y/N sitting across the room.

She was sitting cross legged on one of the benches with her back leant against the wall and her notes splattered along the bench and some piled up on her lap.

She was wearing her "I can't be bothered to get dolled up" outfit and I swear she took my breath away with how adorable she looked. She had a black pair of cargo pants and white t-shirt on with her white sneakers and my Monaco GP cap she grabbed from my suitcase on the way out of the house and just seeing her wearing my number made my heart miss a few pulses.

She had her cute reading glasses on, and her hair held up in a messy bun with a bandana around to to hold back a few strands of hair from falling onto her face.

Her face would scrunch up in confusion at times, and she would bite her lips in times of seriousness, all the while bobbing her head with her earphones on to the beat of the playlist I made for her to study.

In between sneaking glances at her, trying to avoid getting caught by my trainer, I would sometimes interlock my eyes with her looking at me too, and the she would show me her beautiful smile which made me loose my grip on my last pull up.

I can't help it.

Her smile manages to kiss my heart.

Timeskip

Monaco GP - Qualifying (Saturday)

When ever Y/N came to my races, it made it more special in a way I couldn't explain. Walking through the paddock to the garage with her hand in mine cause I know she gets nervous around crowds, seeing her sit in the garage with a Ferrari cap with my number on it, or having her whisper "Please be safe and come back to me" before I get into my car or seeing her run into my arms when I walk back to the paddock after the race, her beautiful smile spread across her face the moment she spots me.

It is not every race that Y/N gets to attend to due to her own busy schedule but she has put more effort than I can fathom in keeping up to date on everything about the races, listening to me whine and complain for hours about everything going on, and even trying to make it to every race whenever possible, regardless of how busy or exhausted she already was from her own life.

So whenever she did make it to a race, like this weekend, I wanted to make it more special than usual but so far things were taking a difficult turn here this weekend.

Qualifying was a disaster for the team this weekend. The car was no where up to being even close to the Red bull pace, along with a few reliability issues frustrating me beyond measure and being hit with a 3 place grid penalty was just another taste of bad luck this weekend held.

The moment the chequered flag was waved signifying the end of the Qualifying session, I stomped off to my driver's room right after getting out of my car. Pissed and saddened by the thoughts of not being able to make my country proud at my own home race. Shutting the door behind me, I banged my fists on to the bed in a mixture of frustrated emotions, unknowing of the door opening again and foot steps approaching me. "Charles?".

Taking a deep breath, I turned around to see Y/N standing next to me, her eyes flowing with worry and concern. My face softened at the sight of her and not wanting to scare her with my overwhelming emotions but Y/N knowing me too well, engulfed me in a tight hug before I could even get a word out and that was when I broke down in her arms sobbing out all my troubles.

"Everything is a mess". My sobs and my mouth pressed against her shoulder almost made my speech unclear, but she wouldn't mind anyway. Holding me close to her, she continued to run her small hands through my hair, calming me with every stroke while I cried out all of mishaps and frustrations to her.

We stood like that for a few minutes, just hugging. Her hands rubbing over my back soothed me completely, calming me down from my outburst. It was the best feeling to be in her arms, where I feel safe.

When I drew away from her, she gave me a small smile.

"I am such a mess Y/N" I whispered, while she wiped my tears ever so gently. "I am the one who is a lot to handle. I don't know how you put up with me" I almost started crying again as a feeling of absolute cold shot through me, making me shiver against her. Y/N stiffened.

Raising my head, I met with her watery, vibrant eyes falling on mine. "Charles, don't ever say that again mon armour".

"You are my mess" she carefully cupped my cheeks into her hand palms, as if I'd break any second and looked into my eyes with that intense look that squeezed the air out of my lungs, "and I can handle you all day".

"Ma cherie, I know you hit a rough patch today but that does not make you any less crazy talented than you are" she defended, making my heart swell, "and it definitely does not make it impossible for you to ace it tomorrow".

"No one deserves to be on that podium more than you mon armour so please don't give up. I'm right here with you no matter what happens" she whispered, and rested her head on top of mine. 

"I know how much this means to you. So let's try. Try. And try till we get it. No matter when. No matter how. Let's do this. Together" Y/N smiled softly with such pure eyes that it took me aback a little.

At that moment I felt the safest I had ever felt. There was something about the way she held me, about the way she wrapped her arms around my neck and kept me close to her heart.

No one else has been able to make me feel so strong and vulnerable while just as safe and as equally humble. No one could reassure me that although I may fail a thousand times more, someone might still be crazy enough to want to be with me just the same?

It is no one else but Y/N.

"You are my angel, Y/N" I whispered softly and my fingers tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, making her even more beautiful than she already is. "With you, even when I lose, I'm winning". 

A smile that reached both her eyes was plastered on her face, looking peaceful and at ease with me. My own smile couldn't be held down and became visible as I pulled her closer to my body and brushed my hand through her hair.

Our eyes kept staring at each other, drowning in the colours of our irises, heartbeats changing until they were beating on the same rhythm. My heart fluttered in adoration.

"Charles, we have a meeting to work on the car and strategy for tomorrow" the loud voice with the banging on the door, startled both me and Y/N out of our trance. "Be there in 5".

Sighing loudly I stood up from the table still holding Y/N in my embrace. "Ready to go back out there?" she softly spoke and rubbed my back while she continued to hold me close. I hummed and smiled, loving this moment.

"Are you coming with me?" I pulled back and asked her softly, trailing the back of my fingers over her cheek to caress while keeping my eyes on hers.

"Always" she pressed a kiss on my nose and then nuzzled it with her own, making me grin, "it is you and me against the world remember?".

"Always ma cherie" I promised, feeling my heart pound louder for her. 

Monaco GP - Race day (Sunday)

Starting in P6 wasn't the best way to start the race on a track with limited overtaking space but I was determined to give it my all, to change my luck around, to lift this said Monaco curse.

Last night, I worked out the flaws in the car that was troubling me with the mechanics and the all outcomes of every strategy possible with the team. Every single member of our team spent the entire night back at the garage.

Including Y/N, who refused to go back home, regardless of my protests for her to go home and rest, knowing this will take us the entire night but she did not budge.

"Charles. I am staying here with you. End of story", she said already grabbing a chair and settling herself with her book in the garage, earning a few chuckles from the crew at me loosing an argument which I didn't think I was going to win anyways but I had to try.

Y/N had her finals coming up in 3 days from today and I knew she was stressed and was struggling to study here in the garage the last couple of days no matter how much she hid it from me but no matter how much I suggested for her to focus on her and not to worry about me, she refused.

Knowing I cannot convince her otherwise, I tried to make her as comfortable as I could here, and so did everyone else in the garage. They all loved having her around. "Charles's angel" was the term moving through the garage, probably started by Carlos, who spends every minute he is on a break with her, the two of them sharing embarrassing stories about me and as embarrassing as all the stories were, hearing her voice and laughter echo through the garage brightened up every dull moment.

"You got a keeper" Andreas laughed as I walked towards the car, after hugging Y/N in the garage before the race, her words of motivation imprinted in my head and my confidence burning bright.

We were ready for today.

I was ready.

The next thing I knew I was passing the chequered flag and the words "And Charles Leclerc wins the MonacoGrand Prix" was being chanted in my head like a prayer I've been dying to hear.

The garage erupted. The crowds erupted.

It was my first win of the season.

And it was my home grand prix.

This couldn't feel anymore special to me.

Getting out of the car, I ran over to the my crew engulfing many of them I could, thanking and praising them for everything they have done, my words getting drowned in them doing the same to me.

I couldn't have felt happier at this moment until I saw Y/N and my brother, Arthur, in the crowd waiting for me to reach them, which I immediately did, hugging them both as tightly as I could.

"I knew you could do it" I heard Y/N whisper in the midst of all the commotion, before a few tears started trickling down her cheek as I pulled back, which I wiped gently with my racing gloves not to hurt her with the rough material.

"I am so proud of you" Y/N says with a blissful sigh making me wrap my arms around her again and pulling her closer until there was no space left between our bodies.

"Charles you have to go. They are waiting" Y/N pulled back and giggled gesturing to the crew and media waiting for me to return to the post-race tactics, which snapped me out of my bubble and made me my cheeks burn under my helmet.

"Go stand on that podium mon armour" she grinned, her eyes sparkling brightly, showing me her happiness, "I will be right here cheering for you".

I was bouncing on my toes unable to keep the butterflies in about walking into the podium, as I watched George make his way to the podium and take third while Max took second. And then it was me.

I strolled out with the biggest smile on his face to see the proud and happy faces of all the fans, my team, my family and more than ever, my angel, Y/N.

As I lifted the trophy up into the air, the cheers erupted again, louder than ever. My own cheers and happiness couldn't be held down, as my eyes scoured the sea of red and landed on Y/N, clapping and cheering among them, which was the most adorable thing I've seen in my life.

The moment our eyes met, she gave me one of those smiles.

A smile that I fell for years ago.

And I still do. I still fall for her every single day.

That smile of hers has something to do with the rest of my life.

3 days later - Y/N's exam day

Right after the race I came back home with Y/N, regardless of her protests for me to stay for the post race celebrations. A series of passing words back and forth took place to make her understand that she is my first priority over anyone. I then came home back home with her to continue to help her prepare for her finals and the big day has now finally arrived.

Ever since she opened her eyes today morning, I haven’t left her side or let go of her hand. Cause I know every inch of how nervous Y/N is right now, and how she has been for the past few weeks.

If only I could make her believe in herself like I do in her. All the sleepless nights and hard work she has poured into her entire medical school life is beyond what I can ever imagine doing and I couldn't be more incredibly proud of her journey and the amazing doctor I know she will be. 

After walking her to the exam hall, I parked the car outside the building and stayed around the area cause I didn't want to leave her and go back home. I wanted to be here in case she needed something and I wanted to be here the moment she walks out that door to tell her how proud I am of her.

Almost 3 hours in towards the end of the exam I walked down the street to a flower shop to pick my order of Y/N’s favourite flowers - orange lilies - I wanted to surprise her with.

Little will she know I have a bigger surprise planned for her tonight.

Bouncing on my heels while standing in front of the exam hall with the bouquet of flowers in my hand I couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubble in me waiting for Y/N to walk out that door finally having completed 5 years of insane hard work. 

I waited patiently for Y/N to walk out that door and into my arms, readying myself either to jump with excitement with her over finishing her finals or either to comfort her if it was a difficult exam.

Nervous myself now, I started to pace up and down the entrance when a storm of students started coming out of the door. I moved to the side and looked for my favourite person and I spotted her the instant she walked out the door with her bag hung over her shoulders as usual. 

"Mon armour" I smiled walking towards her and handed her the flowers to which she instantly wrapped her arms around me as we stood there for a few moments just swaying from side to side.

"You are finally done Y/N" I smiled into the crook of her neck, "I am so incredibly proud of you".

I felt her lips curl into a smile against my skin before she pulled away a little to look at me. "Thank you" she pecked my cheek and my heart nearly exploded, "for everything Charles".

Her words consumed my thoughts and engulfed my heart in a hug. 

"You have nothing to thank me for Dr. Y/N". Her eyes, which had one of the most beautiful mixture of colours I had ever seen in my life, rolled playfully as we walked down the stairs to the car.

"The guys asked me to convey their congrats to you" I smiled before chuckling about what I was about to say next. "And a special message from Carlos, Pierre and Lando about being extra careless now that they have their very own doctor". 

"Oh goodness" she giggled, shaking her head. "I guess I know who'd be my first patients".

"Sounds like a handful already" I laughed. "Well that is the least of what I have ahead" she smiled tiredly, and I immediately pulled her to my chest and kissed her forehead. "And you are going to be amazing no matter what you do".

"And I am going to be here with you with every step you take ma cherie. You are not alone ok?Every single step". When I said this to her, I made sure to look deep into her eyes to make sure she understood every word I spoke.

With bright red cheeks this time, she nodded. "Let's get you home and tucked in for a good nap now." I said, helping her inside the car and fastening her seatbelt. 

"Cuddles?" she mumbled with her eyes half closed already and I felt my heart melt at the sight of her adorableness. "Always mon armour" I said before placing a quick peck on her cheeks and getting into the car myself.

Reaching home, I helped a very drowsy Y/N to the bathroom for a shower where I already had her favourite bath products lined up for her to relax with. Meanwhile, I changed into more homely clothes myself and waited on the bed for Y/N.

Walking out of the bathroom in her cute little pyjamas I couldn't help but feel a smile break free on my face at the sight.

When Y/N noticed me staring at her from the bed, her cheeks began to burn, leaving them to glow making her look even more gorgeous than she already looked to me. 

Feeling the blush creep into my own cheeks I felt my smile grow wider as she climbed onto the bed and shuffled closer to me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her closer until there was no space left between our bodies as we laid down on the bed. Y/N melted into me, completely at ease.

With my face pressed against hers, I noticed her eyes being closed in tiredness. While holding her protectively against my chest, I switched off the light and pressed my lips against her forehead to rest them there for the rest of the time. 

Time skip of few hours 

I almost overslept through the time I allocated for planning the surprise for Y/N before she woke up from her nap.

Trying to stay calm after startling myself at the time I saw on the clock when I opened my eyes, I shuffled on the bed as lightly as possible to lay Y/N down back on the bed from where she was currently fast asleep which was on me. 

Her peaceful sleeping state with her cute baby bear snores was making it a very difficult task for me to want to leave the bed right now. It was a sight I wanted to wake up to for the rest of my life. 

Breaking my thoughts away from being trapped in this trance, I managed to move off the bed without waking up Y/N as I made my way as quietly as possible to the kitchen where my prep work was to begin.

It took about 2 hours to finish my preparations for tonight before I hopped into the shower to freshen up myself and get into some clean comfy clothes before Y/N woke up. 

Walking into the living room while putting on my hoodie I did a last minute check on the dinner laid out on the coffee table, the roses sitting pretty in vase in the middle and the candles lit up in every space around the room illuminating the whole place up just as I hoped Y/N's face would glow when she sees everything.

I fluffed the pillows one more time and adjusted the blanket on the couch when I heard shuffling of feet enter the living room.

"Charles?" I heard her sweet voice echo as I turned around to be greeted by Y/N leaning against the doorpost rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Hello mon armour" I smiled walking towards her and gently grabbing her small hands in mine. 

Kissing her knuckles, I smiled at the confused look on her face and her sleepy eyes wandering around the room to figure out what was happening. I couldn't help but smile as I watched her beautiful pair of eyes appear again to take in the room's changes. When she noticed the candles, they began to shine and sparkle.

"Charles, what is going on?" she giggled shyly, before burying her face in my chest to hide her tinted cheeks that I had already noticed. "This is the surprise ma cherie". 

Y/N pulled her face from my chest and looked at me with sparkling eyes, which seemed wide awake out of a sudden. Her irises shined so bright, so bright they almost blinded me. 

We both didn't say anything, but her eyes told me more than enough. And as soon as a smile spread all over her face, I knew enough. "Shall we sit?".

"I hope you like what I have planned for tonight" I said a bit nervously, guiding her to the couch and then seating myself close to her and wrapping the blanket around the both of us. 

Y/N instantly leaned towards me and placed her head on my chest like she always did when we cuddled on the couch and I wrapped my arms around holding her close to me as I could as I always did.

"Charles this is all so beautiful". Y/N looked like an angel sitting there, with this faint smile on her face as she looked up at me with her beautiful pair of eyes. "I love it". 

"I smell pasta" Y/N giggled adorably and grabbed a piece of my hair between two of her delicate fingers to play with it, "Is that--?".

"Carlos's recipe yes" I chuckled, "I finally made it. Well it was preceded by a 2 hour video call with Carlos teaching me to not burn it with many curse words in Spanish thrown my way in the process".  

"Mon armour" Y/N let out a laugh before cupping my face in her hands and placing a kiss on my forehead, "thank you for going through that just to feed me".

I nuzzled our noses together in response making her giggle. 

"So what are we watching?" Y/N asked as I handed over one of the plates to her before grabbing the TV remote and turning on the movie I had picked out tonight. The moment Y/N saw what it was she turned to me with a little squeal which made my heart swell in adoration. "The Little Mermaid film". 

"I know were dying to watch this but you didn't have the time so I thought we could watch it together tonight".  A full blown smile appeared on her face and I felt the same reflect in mine. "Ready?'.

Throughout half the movie we both ended up eating or more towards feeding each other the pasta with lots of smiles and giggles, which cheered me up, honestly. Y/N is always so happy when I am with her, and vice versa. The gesture just makes my heart warm and makes butterflies tickle the walls of my stomach.

Placing the empty plates on the table and cuddling back on the couch for the rest of the movie, Y/N stirred in my arms, and pressed herself tighter against me, nuzzling her face just underneath my chin. Smiling to the cuteness, I caressed her back.

Y/N had always been someone I couldn't stay away from; an hour is all it takes for me to miss her. And to have her into my arms right now, breathing slowly and maybe half asleep made me feel so happy and so goddamn lucky. Softly, my lips left a kiss on her forehead.

Enjoying being in our own bubble together, we continued to watch the movie in silence when Y/N's favourite scene came up next and I could already feel her lips curve into a smile on my chest. It was the scene with the song "Kiss the girl" which is a song Y/N had always found to be romantic for a fairytale moment she had always dreamt of having one day.

For some reason, the moment the song started playing, did I feel too shy to even look at her. 

I was so in awe of Y/N, I just couldn't make myself to look at her.

My heart was so completely filled by her that I no longer believe I can call it mine.

And the lyrics of the song were suddenly starting to capture my thoughts.

Yes, you want her.

Look at her, you know you do.

Possible she wants you too

There is one way to ask her

It don't take a word

Not a single word 

Go  on and kiss the girl 

Y/N must have felt my heart beat start to go crazy cause she gently lifted her head to look at me with a worried expression.  "Charles, are you ok?" she smiled, finally triggering to look into her beautiful pair of eyes. 

Once I looked at her and could feel the happiness blooming inside me, as if her eyes were the calm, beautiful morning after a night full of storm.

Y/N had never looked so beautiful to me. I felt light in my head, as if I was drunk. ''Yes'' I whispered, feeling my cheeks burning.

Feeling love fill me completely, I moved myself closer to her and stared into her eyes, taking in every little thing about her. 

Our eyes locked and I couldn't help but to bite my lip to the sight of hers, not being able to resist them.

Y/N continued to look at me in complete silence, as if we were talking with our eyes while our mouths were shut tight. I moved a little closer again.

When Y/N looked down while blushing, I couldn't hold myself anymore, I moved myself as close to her as I could and lifted up her head by lifting her chin up with two fingers.

When she looked back into my eyes, I pressed my lips gently on hers to kiss her, and let my own eyelids flutter closed. And as soon as I felt her lips against my own, I knew that those will be the last ones I'd ever kiss.

Kissing her felt like I was dreaming. It all felt so surreal - too good to be true. A lovesick feeling washed over me, numbing my senses and fluttering hard in my stomach. Warmth spread over my body, consuming me.

After a few minutes, slowly and very softly did I part from her, letting our lips disconnect.

Our eyes kept staring at each other, drowning in the colours of our irises, heartbeats changing until they were beating on the same rhythm. It felt like I couldn't breathe.

We sat like that for about 30 seconds, just staring at each other like we saw water burning in front of us. My thoughts were blank, clouded and unclear, as if the feeling of love fogged up my senses.

"I love you Y/N" I blurted and felt my cheeks go red in embarrassment. It shot out of my mouth before I could stop it. I looked down, feeling extremely venerable and embarrassed. 

It was stupid of me to think that she thought the same way about me, let alone feel like I did.

This screw-up destroyed our whole night of hanging out together and it probably destroyed even more. I destroyed our whole friendship, all because I couldn't control my feelings.

"I love you too Charles" Y/N suddenly whispered against my lips, causing my heart to do flips and jumps. With tears burning in my eyes I rotated, meeting her eyes again. "You do?".

"Yes I do. I always have" Y/N smiled softly with such pure eyes that it took me aback a little. 

"Oh mon armour" I cooed in delight to the touch of her soft lips against mine, kissing me so carefully. 

When our lips were locked, moving gently, I could feel my head spinning, my emotions encircling me like a tornado.

Her heartbeat was audible when I kissed her, causing my cheeks to glow even brighter. 

"I love you so much, Y/N" I whispered, and leaned my head on top of hers, resting and letting our accelerated heartbeats slow down to a normal pace. "No matter what happens to us from now until the end I want you to know that I am certain of you and you can be certain of that".

"It has always been you. It will always be you and only you" I told her truthfully. My fingers tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, making her even more beautiful than she already is. 

Her eyes sparkled brightly, showing me her happiness what made her look even more pure and angelic than she normally looked to me. "Ma cherie, you are my forever".

Smiling, I trailed the back of my fingers over her cheek to caress while keeping my eyes on hers. "I can feel your heartbeat so loud" Y/N murmured softly, her voice barely a whisper.

"Cause I am looking at you and my heart loves the view" I murmured, while caressing her head gently with the palm of my hand, "cause you mean everything to me".

Now blushing herself, Y/N placed her head back on my chest and pressed a kiss right on the place where my heart is located. "You are my end and my beginning Charles".

A wave of warmth consumed me.

Feeling my heart pound louder, I smiled and gently moved us so she could be comfortable as possible only to feel her falling back into my arms and asleep again. My fingers brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear before she placed her head back against my chest.

Having her in my arms. Y/N was my lullaby.

She made me who I am and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heart beat. 

Pictures of our future together slowly entered my mind causing my happiness to grow even more, as I felt myself drift off to sleep too.

I see it.

I see us getting married, moving in together, cuddling on the couch, waking up to good morning kisses, having arguments, making up after, cooking our favourite food, smiling for no reason, annoying each other when we're bored, having the cutest little babies, watching them grow up, never leaving each other's side.

I see us together.

Forever. 

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"Don't let fear hold you back from something that could be amazing."

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader

Word Count: Under 1k

Summary: Finnick confesses his feelings before the Quater Quell

Author's Note: Sorry if there's any inaccuracies, it's been a while since I've read or watched Hunger Games

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You were sitting in the garden of the training center, watching the sunset over the Capitol. The vibrant colors of the sky were reflected in the glass buildings, creating a breathtaking sight. You were lost in thought, thinking about the upcoming Quarter Quell and what it would mean for you.

As you sat there, you heard footsteps approaching. You turned to see Finnick Odair, the handsome victor from District 4. He was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, and his sea-green eyes sparkled in the fading light. He smiled at you as he sat down beside you.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice warm and friendly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

You nodded, feeling a flutter of nerves in your stomach. Finnick had been a good friend to you since you arrived in the Capitol, and you had grown to care for him deeply. He was always there to offer a kind word or a helping hand, and his charming smile never failed to brighten your day.

Finnick took a deep breath and looked into your eyes. "Y/N," he said softly. "I have something to tell you. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I can't keep it to myself any longer."

You felt your heart race as Finnick took your hand in his. His touch was gentle yet firm, and you could feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

"Y/N," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I have feelings for you. I care about you more than I can say. You're smart, kind, and brave, and I can't imagine my life without you."

He paused, looking down at your intertwined hands. "I know we're facing uncertain times," he continued. "And I know that the future is uncertain. But all I know is that when I'm with you, everything feels right. You make me feel alive, Y/N. You make me feel like anything is possible."

Finnick looked up at you, his sea-green eyes shining with emotion. "I don't know what the future holds," he said. "But I do know that I want to face it with you by my side. I want to be there for you, support you, and protect you. I want to be the one who makes you smile when everything else seems dark."

He squeezed your hand gently. "I know this is a lot to take in," he said. "And I understand if you need time to think about it. But please, Y/N, don't push me away. Don't let fear hold you back from something that could be amazing."

Finnick's confession was heartfelt and emotional, and it was clear that he cared for you deeply.

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you as Finnick spoke. You had feelings for him, too, feelings that you had been trying to ignore. You cared for him deeply, and the thought of being with him filled you with happiness.

But even as your heart swelled with happiness, fear crept in. The Quarter Quell was right around the corner, and the thought of losing Finnick was too much to bear. You couldn't bear the thought of putting him in danger or causing him pain.

"Finnick," you said, pulling your hand away from his. "I can't do this."

Finnick looked at you, confusion etched on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked.

You stood up, tears streaming down your face. "I can't let myself fall for you," you said. "Not when the Quarter Quell is so close. It's too dangerous."

Finnick stood up and reached for you, but you stepped back. "Y/N, please," he said, his voice pleading. "Don't push me away. I care about you."

But you shook your head. "I'm sorry, Finnick," you said, turning to run away. "I can't risk it."

And with that, you ran off into the night, leaving Finnick standing alone in the garden.

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[kirishimasbabygirl]

Therapy Session

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A/N: Hey Guys! This is the last part of my three part series! I hope you enjoy it! After this part I'm going to be doing a poll on what I should write next! I don't really like how this one turned out, I'm shit at happy endings lol

TW: Swearing, Angst, Kind of a Happy Ending

HERE'S Part 1 Part 2

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You and Katsuki have been going to your therapist, Dr. Reo, for a month, and he is trying, like, really trying.

He's been on time for these appointments, doing the exercises your therapist has given him, and has given you the space you need.

Hell, he even slept in the guest room for you, but he still hasn't answered the big question.

"Now, Mr. Bakugo, the question still stands after this past month I've seen the two of you; why did you cheat?"

You looked at him expectingly, leaning on the opposite side of the couch from him, arms crossed.

He had been asking himself this question many times this past few weeks.

Why did he do it?

He wasn't drunk; it wasn't that he wasn't satisfied by you; god knows he is.

"Because…" he thought to himself because I could.

He felt his blood run cold; he did it…because he could.

He had control over a situation and did it because he could.

"Because I could. I had control for the first time since I'd become a hero and made it to the top 10, Hell, since the wars in high school." He slumps back into the couch.

"Since I was a kid, the minute I got this power," He looks down at his hand, rubbing his scared fingers together.

"My life, my future, was already planned out for me, and I could get away with everything."

He lets out a shaky breath as tears gather in his red eyes.

"I thought I could get away with using that woman, that I could get away with hurting the love of my life all because I thought I could. Like I always do."

He looks out the corner of his eye to see you staring at him in horror, tears streaming down your beautiful face; he fucking hurt you so damn bad.

"Because of… what-" you croak, hands shaking as you bring them to your face, hassling, wiping the tears away.

"But!-" He adds, straightening up, reaching out for you, clasping your hands together.

"I don't…I don't want to feel that way." He looks at you pitifully

"Please…Please believe me."

You had nothing to say.

Dr. Reo nods his head at the blond.

"Well, that's progress, Mr. Bakugou; maybe you should take a step outside, take a breather while I talk to the Missus for the rest of our session?"

He stares at you a bit longer to ask if that is okay; you nod your head, dropping your gaze.

"Okay," he whispered as he dropped your hands and slowly stood up; he never took his eyes off you.

"I'll be right outside if you need me, okay?"

You have a tight-lipped smile; you can see him deflated at your reluctance to speak to him, nodding again as he exists in the room.

Dr. Reo focuses his attention on you.

"So, this is one of our last secluded sessions. Do you want me to be honest with you?"

You nod, fiddling with your hands; you can still feel his callous fingers on them.

He sighs at you, pulling his glasses off and placing them on the coffee table in front of you.

"Ms., I firmly believe that Bakugou needs one-on-one therapy; he's hoarding some deeply rooted issues; I can recommend a good hero specialist therapist if that's something he'd want, but as for your relationship."

You lean forward, hands on your knees.

"He loves you and feels genuine remorse, but it's up to you," He points his finger at you.

"Whether or not you forgive him."

You sigh, head falling; you want to, you do, really.

"I do, trust me; it's just…" You raised your hand and rubbed your face. "I'm just scared."

"Of?"

"Of him doing it again?"

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Are you asking yourself or me?"

That gave you pause.

"I… I'm scared of what people will say or how they'll look at me like I'm some pushover or a gold digger who'll let him fuck whoever as long as I get his money or some stupid shit."

You've read the magazines through the years the two of you have been together, you've seen all the clickbait titles on youtube videos and drama channels, and you know what they say about you.

He nods

"And he'll do it again like you must have seen her; she's a top model!" You laugh pitifully.

"And you were pro-hero Natural Disaster."

Your face dropped; you rather forget about your hero days.

"You love him?" He questions, you nod

"Do you want this to work out?" You nod again

"Then go make it work." He waves at the door

"It's gonna take a lot more than me to fix this, and even after all that work, you still don't have to forgive him."

You look over at the frosted glass door to see Katsuki's silhouette.

"This has been hard on both of you; he's moved out of your shared bedroom, avoided him, and refused to speak more than one sentence unless it's here."

You watch him pace back and forth in fount of the door, a nervous tick he has.

"By those actions, you're showing him that you don't want this to work, yet he comes to every meeting for you."

You feel your heart break while watching him.

Has he been this anxious since what happened?

The timer blares out; Dr. Reo leans over and taps his phone.

"Go; he needs you."

You nod numbly, slowly standing up.

The door opens, and there he is, waiting, and like clockwork, he extends his hand out for you to take, which you've been ignoring for a month, he knows you won't take it, but he tries.

'He needs you.'

He's surprised when he feels a soft, warm hand entangle with his callous and scared one.

He looks at you, but you refuse to meet his eyes; you might cry if you do.

"Let's go home Katsuki."

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His lips quiver, eyes welling up; he throws his head back, staring at the office's fluorescent lights as the tears run down his face.

"Y-yeah, let's go."

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Hey I just read the request you wrote for where the TMNT boys have to deal with losing the reader and I swear I legit cried. You write angst very well. Would you be able to write a happy ending where the magic green portal decides to just throw the reader back after a few months or something and the reader goes to find the boys again and has to convince them they're really there? My boys need their happy endings!!!! No worries if you can't, thought I may as well ask. <3

Of course, I've been planning on writing a part two for a while now, this was just the push I needed to actually write it lol! Enjoy your happy ending!💕 Link to pt: 1

BAYVERSE BOYS WHEN READER RETURNS

You sat in your bed, eyes puffy from the tears that never seemed to stop falling, you were dehydrated, hungry and oh so tired.

You knew this wasn't healthy.

You knew (Turtle of choice) would be upset with how horribly you were taking care of yourself.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to care.

Why should you care?

How could you just go back to living after losing the love of your life?

Who could do that?

Not you.

So here you sat, puffy eyed, and depressed. You just wanted to go back to the time you had with your turtle. You'd tried to let it go, to move on and except the cruel fate of the universe, but you couldn't.

And the universe could go fuck itself for all you cared.

You let out a strained cough. rubbing your soar throat.

Water.

You stood up begrudgingly, making your way out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, filling a glass to the brim with the clear liquid.

Just then, a familiar green light appeared behind you. You dropped the glass in surprise, eyes widening in joy.

You let out a low sob, running through the bright green ring. The sensation of falling overtook you, just like last time...

And just like last time, you landed right in a gross New York dumpster.

"Again!?" you shouted, pulling an old banana peel off your face.

You shook your head, lifting yourself out of the dumpster, you frantically looked around for the nearest manhole cover.

After struggling to lift the heavy sheet of metal, you rushed down the ladder and through the familiar tunnel system.

You ran quickly, not slowing down despite how much your body begged you to. You saw the familiar entrance and you rushed into the Lair...

Mikey:

"MIKEY!" you shouted as loud as you could, tears streaming down your face

He shot up from his bed.

Hope filled his baby blue eyes.

You were back.

You were back.

"(Name)!?" he yelled, frantically searching for your familiar form.

"Mikey!" he spun around to see you launching yourself into his arms.

He caught you with ease, the two of you holding each other as tight as you could.

"I missed you so much." he muttered, burying his head in your neck as the two of you cried.

"I missed you too." you whispered, hands shaking as you processed the moment.

Mikey pulled away for a second, his glossy eyes searching your tear stained face,

"Are you really here? This isn't a dream?"

You shook your head with a hoarse giggle, "No Mikey, I'm real, I'm here! I'm here I pro- mph!"

Mikey cut you off with a kiss,

One so full of emotion it felt like you were letting go of every negative thing you'd ever thought.

When he pulled away, Mikey smiled, "I just needed to make sure." he said,

Then he picked you up, moving the pair of you to his bed for some much needed cuddle time.

"I love you so much, (Name)." he muttered, holding you as close to hid plastron as possible.

"I love you too, Michelangelo."

Leo:

You ran into the Lair, stopping in your tracks, breathless as you and Leonardo made eye contact.

You watched as his eyes widened and he froze,

"Hi." you muttered, not knowing how he would react to your return.

Without saying a word Leo approached you, placing his hand timidly on your cheek.

"You're really here.." he whispered, his voice was soft as his touch.

You nodded and smiled, slow tears making their way down your cheeks, "I am."

Leo took your hands in his own, his eyes searching over ever little detail of your face as he began to lean in for the kiss you had dreamt about while you were away.

The two of you stood there, lips locked until you both pulled away, breathless.

You giggled, leaning in once again-

"(NAME)'S BACK!"

You turned to see Mikey sprinting into the room, and you laughed at his over the top shout.

"Geez, waita ruin their moment Mikey." Donnie sighed, a small smile on his face.

Raph walked in and smacked the orange clad turtle upside the head, "Seriously doofus, give 'em a moment would ya?"

With that, Raph dragged Mikey from the room, Donnie following close behind.

Once they left, Leo pulled you closer to him, leaning in until your faces were mere inches apart,

"Please, don't leave me again." he whispered,

"I don't plan on it, love." you replied, closing the space between you two.

Raph:

You rushed into the Lair, not spotting Raph in the immediate area, you ran over to a shocked Leo.

"(Name)-?"

"Yeah, hi, I'm back. Where's Raph?"

"In his room-"

You ran in the direction of Raphs room, "Thanks, Leo!" you call over your shoulder.

You knock frantically on the closed door, and you heard a low groan on the otherside, "I swear to god, Mikey I'm gonna-"

The door swung open and you threw yourself into Raphs arms, causing him to fall backwards in surprise.

"(Name)? Wha- how-?"

You felt your tears trail slowly down your face as you melted into his timid embrace, "Hi, Raphie." you muttered.

"Are you- you're really here?"

You nodded, smiling up at the shocked terrapin as he moved the two of you into a sitting position, with you seated in his lap.

He wiped away your tears before pulling you into a kiss.

It lasted until neither of you could breath, and you pulled away breathing heavily.

"You're so fuckin' pretty ya know that?" Raph said, chuckling.

You giggled, "Shut up and kiss me again."

"Whatever you want, sweetcheeks."

Raph did not plan on letting you go anytime soon.

Donnie:

You ran straight towards the lab, a suprised Mikey falling off his skateboard when he saw you run by, "(Name)??"

You gave him a quick wave, continuing to where you knew you'd find your love.

"Donnie!" you called as you entered the lab, "Donnie, where are you?"

You heard a loud metallic bang, a quiet "what the hell?" and then "(Name)? (Name), is that you?"

You rushed into his arms as he came into your veiw, he pulled you as close as he possibly could.

He snuggled into your hair, "Please tell me this is real and it's not just a hallucination from lack of sleep."

"It's real. I'm real." you muttered, sniffling quietly, you really did not want to cry right now.

Donnie lifted your face so he could look into your eyes, his hand rubbing away the tears that had begun to fall, "I thought I was never gonna see you again."

You chuckled, pushing you cheek further into his palm, "Oh, ye of little faith."

He pulled you in for a soft kiss, his lips meeting your own in a way that was healing.

You were together again.

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Sorry this took so long lol, hows your happy ending feel?

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All I Want - Huh Yunjin

pairing: huh yunjin x reader tags: soloist!reader genre: fluff, mostly angst

"This is a song I wrote a few days ago about a dark time in my life. I lost one of the most important people in my life for reasons I still don't understand. I sing this song for all of those who have felt the pain of heartbreak and hope." You said to a screaming arena as you softly started strumming your guitar.

All I want is nothing more Than to hear you knocking at my door 'Cause if I could see your face once more I could die a happy man I'm sure

It was three weeks you remembered. Three weeks ago, Yunjin walked out on you. Three weeks of tears and confusion. Three weeks of saddened hope that she'd be at your front door, ready to come back into your life.

When you said your last goodbye I died a little bit inside I lay in tears in bed all night Alone without you by my side

"Goodbye Y/N," were the last words that left Yunjin's mouth before she also exited your apartment and life. After an hour long conversation that evidently broke your relationship, you knew the end was coming. All signs were pointing to over. When those two words left her mouth, every part of your body ached. You spent the rest of your night crying in the emptiness of your room.

But If you loved me Why'd you leave me? Take my body Take my body All I want is And all I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody like you

"Do you even love me?" you quietly asked her with tears streaming down your face. The vulnerability in your voice not only breaking you, but her as well.

"Of course I love you, Y/N. You are and will always be the love of my life," she said as she lifted up your chin so you'd both be looking at each other. Glossy eyes staring at each other, makeup running down both cheeks.

"Then why are you leaving? Why are you leaving me? Where did I go wrong?" you yelled at her, standing up. You started pacing back and forth wondering if she loves you like she's saying she is, why is she stomping on your heart right now. It makes no sense.

"You did nothing wrong! I just can't handle this anymore," she vaguely said.

"What is there to handle? Am I too much for you? Is it because of who I used to be, because you know I'm not like that anymore. I've changed." you said. You needed answers to the questions you've asked but she wasn't giving them to you.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. Goodbye Y/N." and that was the end of that conversation. In a swift move, a relationship of two years was thrown into the drain. She left you lost, confused, and broken.

So you brought out the best of me A part of me I've never seen You took my soul and wiped it clean Our love was made for movie screens

It's no secret that your reputation is a little tarnished. You were thrown in the music industry when you were in your teen years, making you grow up faster than intended. You hated the industry so you did everything in your power to make them hate you, but that's what ultimately made the tabloids love you. It was until you met Yunjin at a photoshoot you were scheduled for that changed your life.

"If it's not the famous badass, rude ass, Y/N L/N," you heard a voice behind you say. You turned around ready to give whoever it was a piece of your mind because how do you just call someone rude, but was quickly stopped when you realized who it was.

"Huh Yunjin, it is. A pleasure to meet a pretty lady like you." you flirted. "Will you be my partner for this shoot because if yes, God bless." It was no secret that you had a crush on Yunjin. She was your go-to crush when asked in interviews and you're pretty sure she knows because you always get tweets from both your fans asking if you're together, she must've seen them.

She laughed. "Well aren't you the charmer. I've heard many things about you," she slyly spoke.

"All good things I hope."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Well, how about I change your mind over dinner?" you confidently asked, while on the inside, screaming. If she shut you down, your confidence would forever be ruined.

"I actually would. Dinner with a badass, my dream," she joked.

And that's how your relationship sparked. You guys spent the night laughing, running around the beach, and more. More dates happened after that night and you evidently asked her to be your girlfriend, making you guys exclusive. The tabloids were in a frenzy. HUH YUNJIN HOLDS DOWN Y/N L/N. You laughed at those headlines, but only if they knew.

It's been a few months into your relationship and you both were out in New York, grabbing lunch. You didn't know how the paparazzi found out where you were going but there were tens of them, snapping your pictures from feet away. They were in the way of the door, screaming questions at you guys. HOW'S THE RELATIONSHIP GOING? Y/N, WE HEARD RUMORS THAT YOU'RE CHEATING ON YUNJIN, CARE TO COMMENT? YUNJIN, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE Y/N. At this moment, you were about to deck someone in the mouth. You turned around ready to spew some words at the annoying photographers, but you felt someone pulling you back. You turned to see Yunjin pleading you through her eyes not to do whatever you were planning on doing. You knew that the tabloids already give her a lot of shit for dating you in the first place so you grabbed her hand and pushed through the crowd of flashes.

"Thank you," she said. That's all you needed to hear to calm you down. That's also when you knew Yunjin was someone who was going to change your life for the better. She makes you a better person.

After that, you both headed on over to a children's hospital that your manager wanted you guys to go to because there was a little girl who had one wish and it was to meet you. You honestly don't know why she'd waste one wish on you because you put up a pretty good facade for everyone to see, but you went to see her anyway.

You walked into the room with Yunjin behind you and the little girl lit up. She was attached to tubes and wires but she was so excited to see you and even more when she saw Yunjin.

"Hey sweetie, I read your letter and wanted to come and finally meet my biggest fan," you said while hugging the ecstatic child. You guys stayed there until visiting hours were over, playing with the little girl and singing to her. You looked over to see that she was asleep and that's when you and Yunjin both left. As you were leaving Yunjin stopped you,

"I really wish people saw this side of you, babe. You're a good person and I want the world to know that," she said to you while hugging you. "I love you," she said.

You had tears weld up in your eyes. You didn't say anything, but Yunjin knew how grateful you were for her.

All I want is And all I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody

After that night Yunjin broke up with you, your best friend Somi has been trying to set you up on dates. You told her it was too soon, but the girl disagreed. You went on many low-key dates, but every time you went on them, you couldn't stopped thinking about the singer. Every one of those dates, you looked for a piece of Yunjin in them. You wanted someone like Yunjin, but in reality, you just wanted her. It was getting sad, so you called off the dates and told Somi to stop.

If you loved me Why'd you leave me? Take my body Take my body All I want is All I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody like you

You closed your eyes as you sang the last chorus to the fans below you. Your voice was getting shaky and everyone was on edge. They knew who the song was about, they felt your pain. It was a shock on the internet when they found out that you and Yunjin were no longer a thing. Many fans sent you messages in hopes of cheering you up, but sadly failing. You ended the song and the crowd began to roar. You were grateful for all of them. They stood by you when you were an ass to the world and they're standing by you now. You were grateful for Yunjin because she made you who you were. She changed you for the better. You haven't heard from her since that night. You hold no resentment towards her. You are still in love with her and hope she does the best in her life, but all you wanted was for her to come back to you.

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a/n: hi everyone! this is my first post on this blog. i hope you enjoyed!

this is a repurposed imagine from my wattpad account back from 2015, so if you've stumbled upon it anytime in your life, that is why. i decided to change it to a kpop idol though because that's what i will be writing about as of now :)

i will be repurposing the few stories i have from there and then posting some newer stuff i've written.

i am new with the whole tumblr posting (it's much easier on wattpad) so hopefully i'm doing everything right. styling may change in the future as i'm still figuring everything out.

thank you again!

[melonminnie]

Tell me what you feel ! (Btvf x fem! Reader) Angst

TW: implications of suicide

Vincent smiled as he looked at his younger sister, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. "The end!" he exclaimed, jumping off the bed. "See you tomorrow, y/n," he said, waving goodbye and leaving the room.

"I hope you know that everyone here loves you," he hummed after the door closed.

As the girl slept, she heard a voice calling out her name. She woke up to find a boy with brown eyes staring at her. "Y/n!!" he said excitedly, running out of the room. Confused, the girl looked around and saw machines attached to her body. She didn't know why she had them, but somehow, she felt a sense of familiarity.

She removed the tubes attached to her body and slowly walked to the bathroom. As she looked into the mirror, she was surprised to see a much older girl staring back at her. Her hair was brown, her eyes were the same color, and her skin was covered in scratches and bruises. It was as if she had been in a fight.

Despite the shock, the girl felt a sense of nostalgia and sadness. She heard a voice calling out her name again, and she followed it to find an older woman in tears. "You've woken up!" she exclaimed, hugging the girl tightly. "God has answered my prayers! Oh Lord, how I've missed you," she said, tears streaming down her face.

It took the girl a few weeks to learn that she had been in a coma for a year after her brother had drowned her in a pool on her birthday. While she was happy to be awake, she couldn't help but feel like something was missing. She now had to live a life that she never wished for. Her parents were divorced, and she was the oldest daughter instead of the youngest. She found herself yearning to go back to the dream world she had been in.

In her dream, she had people who cared about her and her existence. But in reality, she felt alone and neglected. Her mother had never wanted children, and her father had never acknowledged her or her siblings. It was as if she had never existed in their eyes.

As she tried to adjust to her new life, the girl found herself drawn to the stories of her supposed sister and her love story. She would spend hours reading about their adventures and the love they shared. In these stories, she found solace and comfort, something she could not find in her own life.

The girl found herself standing at the edge of the ocean, her feet sinking into the wet sand. She stared out at the vast expanse of blue water and couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. "I hate this so much," she cried out, her voice echoing across the empty beach. "Why did I have to come here? Why did I have to sleep that day and wake up in this nightmare?"

As she stood there, the girl's mind raced with thoughts and emotions. She wished she could turn back time and undo whatever had brought her to this place. She felt a deep sense of regret for the life she had been given, a life that seemed so meaningless and empty. "What's the point of all this?" she asked herself. "Why am I here? What's the purpose of my existence?"

In her despair, the girl began to wade into the ocean, her body moving deeper and deeper into the water. As she swam, her thoughts continued to swirl around her head, like a storm that refused to abate. "Will dying solve this?" she wondered. "Will it all finally end if I no longer exist? Will I finally be reunited with those who actually love me?"

The girl remained in the ocean for hours, lost in her thoughts and emotions. But eventually, she walked deeper into the water, feeling a sense of calm that she couldn’t explain, “I’m sorry” she whispered as she sunk into the water deeper and deeper

I will probably end this here! Thank you for reading mwah!

[mariposa-writes]

Pressure - Joe Burrow

Joe burrow x reader

Summary: I hate writing these, so read and find out. Or if any one cares to write a short on for me thats fine.

Word count: IDK, feeling lazy today.

A/n: Thinking about turning this into a series, but idk.

"He still hasn't called?" Hannah, your best friend asked over the phone as you plopped down on the couch.

"Nope." You said popping the p. It'd been 5 days sine you broke the news to Joe. You were worried about how he'd take it and you'd run many scenarios through your head.

Hannah was silent as you both thought about the news, "What if he hates me and never wants to see me again?" You whispered, almost to scared to voice the thought that had been in your head ever since you broken the news to him.

Hannah sighed, she'd been your best friend since 2nd grade and gone through everything with you. "He's not going to hate you, he can't."

"How do you know?" You asked, your voice wobbly and tears forming in your eyes.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, it's clear to everyone that he loves you. You're his entire world." Her words did little to soothe you, but you'd take the tiniest bit of comfort you could get.

"I wish you were here." You spoke, hating that she was currently in California for a work conference.

"I'll be home in 3 days and then we can drown our sorrows in ice cream and alcoho-" She paused, "not alcohol, just ice cream."

You laughed, through the tears that were currently streaming down your face. You swore the hormones were already getting to you, despite only being 4 weeks pregnant.

"It's not like you planned for this to happen, joe has to know that. Plus you thought you couldn't have kids" Hannah was right, you'd always thought you could never have kids.

When you were 21 the doctors told you, you'd most likely never be able to have kids and since then you'd been telling yourself that you were fine without kids, but now that you were pregnant you couldn't lie to yourself anymore. "Like you just got promoted at your office and you've always told-"

Knock, Knock, Knock

You cut her off, "Hold on, someones at my door. I'll call you back." You quickly hung up, wiping the tears from your eyes before getting of the couch.

You looked through peephole, to find Joe standing outside your door. You froze, not sure if you wanted to see him. It'd been 5 days and he'd been MIA not even bothering to send you a simple message.

"Y/N, I know you're in there. Please answer the door." He begged, after knocking a few more times while you stood at the door frozen.

You placed your hand on the nob and slowly opened the door. His heart broke at seeing your tear stained face. He knew he was the reason you had probably been crying.

He entered your apartment. He'd been here a thousand times, but none ever felt like this. "I'm sorry, for not answering."

"It's fine." You lied, not wanting to admit how much he'd hurt you. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thanks. I was hoping we could talk." He sat down on your couch, while you stayed standing.

"Ok..."

"Listen, I've been thinking about this and I'm here to support you in whatever you decide." He paused, "if you want to keep the baby I'll help and if you want an abor-"

"I wanna keep the baby." You blurted out.

"Are you sure?" Joe asked, standing up to be closer to you.

"Yea," You whispered taking a step away from him.

He sighed, getting the hint. "Have you really spent time thinking about this?" He started pacing your living room.

"I've thought about it and I want to keep it." You could tell he clearly wasn't happy with your decision. You'd never told Joe that your doctors told you that your chances of ever getting pregnant were slim to none.

It'd never came up and you didn't really care to talk about it. "Listen, lets just think about this." Joe said, coming to a stop in front of you. "I'm just starting my career as a qb and you just got promoted at work. Think about how this is going to affect us. How are we going to raise a baby if you're working all the time and I'm traveling for almost half of the year."

You blinked, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. "Joe, if you don't want to be a part of this thats fine but get out of my house." You seethed angrily, as tears started to fall.

You walked over to the door, opening it for him to leave. What happened to 'I'll be here to support you'? He'd just said those words a few minutes ago and it seems he's already forgotten them.

"Babe," He said, trying to defuse the situation.

"Joe, either get on board to have this baby or get out." The tears had stopped and now the only thing you could feel was anger. Despite the anger you were feeling, you secretly hoped that he'd get on board to have the baby, but when Joe walked out of the door with his head down and shoulders deflated your heart broke.

[edenesth]

Undying Bonds (Ending 2)

Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader

AU: zombie apocalypse au

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: What could be worse than being separated from the love of your life in a zombie apocalypse? Hongjoong was forced to leave you behind with his friend, Seonghwa, as he ventures out alone to search for the rest of his missing group members. Will Hongjoong be successful in his solo mission to find his members? Will he be able to return to you unscathed? And what happens when you're stuck with his caring best friend, who is hopelessly in love with you, for too long?

A/N: This is the longest and probably my favourite part of the entire series because Seonghwa deserves all the love in the world and I'm definitely not simping for him.

Ending 1 | Masterlist

The room seemed to hold its breath as you made your decision.

Oh god, it's Seonghwa that I love.

You squeezed your eyes shut, realisation dawning on you that the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with was someone who wasn't your boyfriend.

Hongjoong sat on the edge of his seat, his eyes filled with anticipation and anxiety.

You had been standing there, staring at him and Seonghwa for what felt like an eternity. Finally, you took a deep breath, your heart heavy with the decision you had to make.

With your eyes locked onto his, you slowly walked over to Hongjoong.

Your voice trembled as you began, "Joong, th-there's something I need to tell you," His eyes widened, sensing the gravity of your words, "Listen, I know I've been distant lately and... god, I'm so sorry about that. It's just... I've thought about this for a long time, and I... I want you to know that this isn't something I'm taking lightly."

He swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper, "What is it?"

Despite his question, deep down, he could guess what you were about to tell him.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached out to gently hold his hand, "You can... y-you can hate me all you want after this, but you deserve the truth. I... I realised that my feelings, the ones I've been denying for a while now, they're not something I can just ignore anymore. They're too strong..."

You paused, trying to find the right words.

"Joong, I... I love Seonghwa."

The silence in the room was deafening.

Hongjoong's face turned ashen, his grip on your hand loosening. He seemed to be struggling to process what you had just said.

It was difficult to hear the actual words from you even when he had already anticipated it.

"I'm so sorry, Joong," You continued, tears streaming down your cheeks, "Believe me, I... I never meant for any of this to happen. I never wanted to hurt you."

Finally, Hongjoong found his voice, his words laced with pain, "You... you love Seonghwa?"

He wasn't that surprised by the truth but the pain in his chest was just unbearable. After all, you'd been together for so long. The thought of having to let you go now, it wasn't as easy as he imagined.

Perhaps he had been a little too certain that you'd choose him.

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze, "Yes, I do. And I can't deny it any longer. I wish I had realised it sooner, maybe then things would have been different."

Hongjoong let go of your hand, his body slumping as if a great weight had settled on his shoulders, "I see," He said softly, "I... never thought I'd actually hear you say those words, but I can't force you to feel something you don't."

You wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him, but you knew there was nothing you could say or do to ease his pain. He had been your rock for so long, and now you were leaving him.

"I hope you find happiness with Seonghwa," He said, his voice trembling, "I'll always care about you, no matter what."

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you whispered, "I'll always care about you too, Joong. You've been an incredible part of my life, and I'll never forget the love and happiness we shared."

With that, you turned away, leaving behind the man who had been your everything for so long. It was the hardest decision you had ever made, but you knew in your heart that it was the right one.

As you walked away from Hongjoong, the weight of your decision bore down on you like an anchor sinking into the depths of your soul.

Guilt, heavy and suffocating, clawed at your heart, threatening to consume you. You couldn't shake the feeling that you had just shattered not only your boyfriend's heart but also the life you had built together, a life you had once believed would last forever.

Every step you took away from him felt like a step further into a darkness you couldn't escape.

Your own tears blurred your vision, making it hard to face anyone at the moment. You felt too ashamed to face any of your friends after what you'd just done, and you were too guilty to go to Seonghwa, knowing the sight would only further hurt Hongjoong.

The memories of your time together played in your mind like an old film reel, each scene filled with laughter, love, and shared dreams.

And now, you were tearing it all apart.

Your love for Seonghwa, though undeniably real, was overshadowed by the guilt you felt for causing such pain to Hongjoong.

He had been your confidant, your protector, your partner in every sense of the word. To leave him was to betray not only him but also the love you had once sworn would never waver.

As you reached your room, you collapsed onto the bed, the weight of your decision finally crashing down upon you. The tears flowed freely now, and you clutched a pillow to your chest as if it were the only thing keeping you anchored to reality.

You knew that the path you had chosen was not an easy one.

The guilt would haunt you, and the pain of leaving Hongjoong would be a wound that might never fully heal.

But in your heart, you believed that following your true feelings for Seonghwa was the right thing to do, even if it felt so incredibly wrong in this moment of heartbreak.

And so, as you lay there in your shared room, you whispered silent apologies into the darkness, not just to Hongjoong, but to the love you once held so dear, knowing that you had irrevocably changed the course of your life and the lives of those you loved.

Seonghwa had stood at a distance as he witnessed the emotional exchange between you and your boyfriend.

He could hear the heaviness in your voice as you made your choice, and he could see the tears glistening in Hongjoong's eyes. It was a painful moment for all of you, and Seonghwa's heart was torn in different directions.

He wanted to be happy, elated even, that you had chosen him.

For years, he had silently yearned for you, carrying the weight of unspoken feelings. But now, as he watched his best friend crumble under the weight of your decision, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sorrow.

As you moved away from Hongjoong, who had needed some space alone, Seonghwa tried to approach him, wanting to offer comfort, to bridge the gap between them. He placed a hand on Hongjoong's shoulder, but the captain shrugged it off.

"I'm fine, Hwa," Hongjoong said, his voice trembling slightly, "Don't worry, I'm not mad at you or her. I just... need some time alone to process this."

Seonghwa nodded, though it pained him to leave his friend in such a vulnerable state, "Alright, if you need anything, just know I'm here."

With a heavy heart, he turned away from Hongjoong and left.

As he made his way to find you, Seonghwa couldn't shake the feeling that he was caught in the middle of a complicated web of emotions. He was happy that you had chosen him, but he also felt like he was betraying his best friend, stealing you away from him.

Seonghwa quietly entered your room, finding you lying on the bed, your body trembling with sobs.

His heart ached at the sight of your pain, and he wished he could take it all away, but he also couldn't deny the turmoil within him. He had longed for this moment, for you to finally admit your feelings for him, but not like this, not at the cost of Hongjoong's heartbreak.

Slowly, he approached the bed and gently sat down beside you.

His fingers brushed away a tear from your cheek and he whispered softly, "I'm here, sweetheart."

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes red and swollen, but there was a flicker of relief in them, as if seeing him brought you some comfort.

Seonghwa couldn't help himself, he reached out and pulled you into his arms, holding you close.

He knew that what he was about to do was wrong, that he should be giving you space to heal from the breakup, but he couldn't resist the overwhelming desire to comfort you, to be there for you when you needed someone the most.

Your head rested against his chest and you clung to him as if he were your lifeline in the storm of emotions. The warmth of his embrace was both a solace and a torment, and he struggled to find the right words to say.

But then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you spoke, "I love you, Seonghwa."

His heart skipped a beat at your confession, and he tightened his hold on you, "I love you too, my darling." He replied, his voice filled with a mixture of joy and guilt.

He couldn't help but feel like a thief in the night, stealing your love away from his best friend.

As you clung to each other, the room filled with the bittersweet realisation that your love had finally found its way to the surface, but it had come at a great cost. He couldn't ignore the pang of sorrow in his heart, but he also knew that he would do everything in his power to make you happy, even if it meant navigating the complex and painful aftermath of your decision.

In that moment, he wished he could make all the pain disappear, for both you and Hongjoong. But he knew that love was never simple, and the path you had chosen would come with its own set of challenges and heartaches.

It was evident to all your friends that it would take some time for things to go back to normal between the three of you after this.

It had been a few days since the breakup, and the atmosphere among your friends was strained. Hongjoong, once the closest person to you, had become distant, and his hurt was palpable.

He hadn't meant to push you and Seonghwa away, but the pain of losing you was just too much to handle.

The captain needed his space.

And you could understand that, but what made things worse for you was the silent treatment given to you by some of your friends.

Jongho and Wooyoung, who had always been on his side, were struggling to come to terms with the fact that you had chosen someone else over your long-term boyfriend. Jongho, in particular, had known about Hongjoong's plans to propose to you, and he felt a profound sense of betrayal.

Yunho, Yeosang, and Mingi found themselves caught in the middle, torn between being good friends to both you and Hongjoong. They tried their best to offer support without taking sides.

On the other hand, the newcomers, Jeongin and Felix, were firmly on your side. They had grown close to you and Seonghwa in a short time and felt a stronger attachment to your choices.

Throughout all of that, Seonghwa remained faithfully by your side.

You were not exactly together yet, out of respect for Hongjoong, but it wasn't easy for him to hide his feelings for you.

Not that he needed to, everyone could read him like an open book.

It wasn't until one evening when you were helping Seonghwa prepare dinner, that things finally changed for the better.

The evening was relatively calm, with the clinking of pots and pans, the soft hum of conversation, and the soothing aroma of dinner cooking on the stove. You and Seonghwa were engrossed in the task of preparing a meal for your group, trying to create some sense of normalcy amidst the emotional turmoil that had engulfed your close-knit circle.

Lost in your thoughts, you absentmindedly sliced a carrot, not paying attention to the tears that formed at the edge of the vegetable.

Your mind was a jumble of feelings, your heart weighed down by the recent events. The breakup with Hongjoong had created a rift among your friends, and every day felt like a battle to maintain the fragile balance of your group.

Then, it happened.

A slip of the knife, a sharp, sudden pain in your finger, and you yelped in surprise. The carrot rolled away, and you clutched your injured hand, watching as a bead of blood welled up from the tiny cut on your finger.

Panic gripped you, not because of the cut, but because it was just another symbol of the chaos that had infiltrated your life.

Tears stung your eyes, and you blinked furiously to keep them at bay.

Seonghwa, busy at the stove, hadn't noticed your mishap, but the commotion had caught the attention of your friends.

Amidst the chaos of concerned voices, it was Hongjoong's voice that pierced through the fog of your emotions. His worry was palpable as he pushed his way through the others to reach you. His hands, warm and familiar, reached for your injured finger, and you let him tend to the small wound.

"It's okay," He said softly, his fingers gentle as he applied a bandage, "It's just a little cut. You're going to be fine."

His words were meant to comfort you, but they also triggered something inside you. All the pent-up emotions, the confusion, the fear of losing him, came rushing to the surface.

You couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

Tears spilt down your cheeks as you looked into his eyes, a mixture of relief and sadness washing over you, "I thought... I-I thought you didn't care anymore." You whispered, your voice barely audible.

Hongjoong's eyes softened, and he reached out to wipe away your tears with his thumb, "I care, silly," He said, his voice filled with sincerity, "I told you I'll always care for you."

In that moment, despite the pain and the uncertainty, you felt a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps, with time and understanding, the wounds that had torn your group apart could start to heal. And as Hongjoong held your hand, his gaze never leaving yours, you realised that some bonds were too strong to break completely.

Despite the reconciliation between you and your ex-boyfriend, Jongho and Wooyoung remained cold towards you.

And you could no longer take it.

You missed them both.

That's it, I can't take this silence for much longer.

Taking a walk around the school grounds, you found the two standing by San's grave, their expressions distant and solemn.

It had been a few days since the incident in the kitchen, and while you and Hongjoong were finally back to talking terms, the same couldn't be said for the other two members of your group.

With a deep inhale, you approached them cautiously, your footsteps quiet on the gravel path. You knew that you couldn't continue avoiding this issue, it was tearing your group apart.

"Hey, you two." You began softly, causing both Jongho and Wooyoung to turn their heads in your direction.

They didn't respond immediately, their eyes locked on yours, their expressions guarded. You took a step closer, standing beside them at San's grave.

It was a place of comfort for all of you, a place where you could remember your lost friend.

"We need to talk about this," You said, your voice barely above a whisper, "I understand how you both feel, and I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused."

Jongho finally broke his silence, his voice tinged with bitterness.

"Noona, do you even know what you've done? How could you choose someone else over Hongjoong hyung, especially Seonghwa hyung?"

You swallowed hard, the guilt washing over you once again.

"I know," You replied, your voice shaky, "I'm having a hard time forgiving myself for it too."

Wooyoung added, his voice softer but still filled with disappointment, "We thought you and Hongjoong hyung were meant to be together. How could he even be civil with you after what you did?"

You nodded, understanding their perspective.

But you knew you had to tell them the whole truth, the part of the story they didn't know, "There's something you both need to know," You began, taking a deep breath, "Seonghwa... he loved me long before I even met Hongjoong."

Their eyes widened in surprise, and you could see the confusion in their expressions, "What do you mean?" Jongho asked.

You explained, "Back in university, when I first met Hongjoong, Seonghwa already had feelings for me. He never told me because he knew how much Hongjoong liked me, and he didn't want to ruin their friendship. So he watched from the sidelines as Hongjoong pursued me... even when Hongjoong knew about Seonghwa's feelings."

The revelation seemed to change something in their expressions.

It was as if a missing piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. They exchanged glances, and then Wooyoung spoke up, "We had no idea."

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes.

"I didn't want anyone to know, but now you both deserve to know the truth. Seonghwa's feelings for me go way back, and it's not something that happened recently."

Jongho and Wooyoung exchanged another look, this time with a hint of understanding, "We still don't know if we can forgive you completely," Jongho admitted, "But at least now we understand why Seonghwa hyung's been so torn up about all of this."

You nodded, tears spilling over now, "I don't know if I can ever make it up to him, but I hope we can all find a way to move forward."

The three of you stood there by San's grave, the weight of the past few days heavy on your shoulders. It was a small step, but it was a start to healing the wounds that had been inflicted on your group.

As days turned into weeks, you could feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere within your group.

The tension that had once hung heavy in the air was slowly dissipating, and there was a growing sense that things were beginning to return to normal.

It was during one of your group meals that you noticed a significant change.

As you reached for another serving of food, Jongho, who was sitting next to you, handed you the dish with a small smile, "You should eat more, noona," He said gently, "You've lost weight."

You blinked in surprise, not expecting such a considerate gesture from him. Wooyoung, sitting across from you, chimed in with a teasing grin, "Yeah, Seonghwa hyung must not be taking good care of you. We can't have you wasting away."

Flustered, you blinked rapidly, feeling your cheeks warm up at that. Seonghwa chuckled beside you, "I guess you're right, I'll do better."

Your other friends, who had been observing the situation closely, exchanged glances and sighed in relief. It was a small but significant step towards reconciliation. Jongho and Wooyoung were slowly warming up to you and Seonghwa again, and it was evident in their words and actions.

You couldn't help but smile at their teasing, grateful that they were willing to put the past behind them, "Thanks, guys," You replied, your voice filled with genuine appreciation, "I promise I'll eat more."

The meal continued with a lighter atmosphere, and it was clear that the wounds of the past were beginning to heal.

While there was still work to be done to fully mend the bonds between all of you, this moment was a sign of progress, and you were determined to make things right.

It had been a month since the atmosphere within your group had returned to some semblance of normalcy, considering the circumstances of a zombie-infested world.

You all had your daily routines, shared laughs, and occasional banters that kept your spirits up. Yet, there was something that still hung in the air, something unspoken.

One evening, as you all gathered around a makeshift campfire, the guys started teasing you about Seonghwa.

They couldn't believe that you and Seonghwa weren't officially a couple yet, especially after everything that had happened. They threw playful remarks your way, and you blushed, not knowing how to respond to their probing questions, while Seonghwa playfully threatened to end them if they didn't stop bothering you.

As the teasing continued, Hongjoong sat silently, his thoughts a world away.

He had overheard the conversation and couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew he had played a part in the hesitation between you and Seonghwa, and he couldn't bear to see you both suffering because of it.

Later that night, he approached you, his expression earnest and apologetic, "Can we talk?" He asked quietly.

Surprised that your ex-boyfriend was seeking a private conversation, you nodded and followed him a short distance away from the campfire's flickering light.

He began by calling out your name softly, his voice filled with sincerity, "I couldn't help but overhear what the guys were saying tonight. I want to talk to you... about Hwa."

Your heart sank slightly, unsure of what Hongjoong was going to say, "What about him?" You asked cautiously.

The captain took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully.

"I know that things have been complicated between you two, and I blame myself for part of it. I should have handled my feelings and actions better."

You looked at him, realising that he was taking responsibility for his role in the situation.

It was a surprising and refreshing admission.

"I know that you care deeply for Hwa," Hongjoong continued, "And if being with him is what would make you happy, you shouldn't let anything hold you back, especially not me."

His words hung in the air, and you felt a mix of emotions—gratitude, surprise, and sadness.

You appreciated his understanding and the fact that he wanted your happiness above all else. But at the same time, you couldn't ignore the pain of knowing that your choices had hurt him.

"I just... I don't want anyone to be unhappy because of me." You admitted, your voice trembling.

Hongjoong gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his gaze unwavering, "Hey, in a world like this, where every day is a battle for survival, we can't afford to live with regrets. If you want to be with Hwa, if that's where your heart truly belongs, then you should follow it. Your happiness matters the most."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at the person who had been such a significant part of your life, "Thank you, Joong." You whispered, overwhelmed by his understanding and generosity.

He smiled softly, a bittersweet expression on his face.

"Just promise me one thing."

You nodded, eager to agree to whatever he asked.

"Promise me that you'll cherish every moment and make the most of it," He said, "In this world, we never know what tomorrow might bring. Don't let regrets hold you back."

With a heartfelt promise, you returned to the campfire, ready to face the complexities of your feelings for the eldest.

The talk with Hongjoong had stirred something deep within you, a newfound determination to put your happiness first. You couldn't ignore the feelings you had for Seonghwa any longer, especially not when he had suffered in silence for so many years.

Around the campfire, the mood was both nervous and electric.

It felt like the right moment to address the unspoken tension between you and Seonghwa. The firelight danced in your eyes as you took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I have something to say," You began, your voice steady but filled with emotion, "I've been carrying this in my heart for a long time, and I... I can't hold it in any longer."

All eyes were on you, your friends watching with bated breath.

Seonghwa's gaze was locked on yours, his expression a mixture of hope and anticipation.

"I love you, Park Seonghwa."

You confessed, the words pouring from your heart, washing away years of uncertainty and fear, "I love you with all my heart, and I can't imagine spending another day without you by my side."

As you uttered those words, Seonghwa felt like time had stopped.

His heart, which had been imprisoned by unspoken emotions for so long, now soared freely, almost as if it might burst from the overwhelming joy.

He couldn't believe his ears, even as your confession hung in the air like a beautiful melody.

For years, he had watched you from a distance, loved you silently, and suffered in the shadows as you dated his best friend. In his wildest dreams, he had never imagined that you would reciprocate his feelings.

Every moment with you had felt surreal, as if he was living in a dream where you could never be his. But now, as you stood before him, declaring your love for him, it was as if the universe had conspired to make his most cherished dream come true.

Seonghwa's eyes glistened with tears, and he could barely find his voice to respond.

"I love you too," He finally whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of his emotions, "More than words can ever express."

A gasp rippled through your friends at the scene unfolding.

But then, the surprise gave way to a burst of cheers and applause. Your friends, even your ex-boyfriend, cheered wildly, chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

With your heart pounding and your cheeks flushed, you and Seonghwa closed the distance between you. His eyes glistened with tears of joy as your lips met in a sweet and passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with years of longing and the promise of a future together.

The world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you in this magical, dreamlike moment.

It was a moment Seonghwa had longed for, and now, it was real.

The kiss was the sweetest, most genuine expression of love, and he couldn't help but think that this was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life.

As you pulled back slightly, Seonghwa whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "I can't believe you're finally mine."

With smiles that could light up the darkest of nights, you both knew that you were stepping into a new chapter of your lives, together, in a world that had tested your love and resilience.

The next morning, with the others still in the embrace of sleep, you and Seonghwa stood side by side, preparing breakfast. The kitchen was filled with cosy warmth, and the soft hum of your voices created a tranquil melody.

As you reached for a knife to chop some vegetables, Seonghwa's protective instincts kicked in.

"Let me help you, sweetheart. Can't have you hurting yourself again."

He moved up behind you, his arms enveloping your frame, and gently guided your hands to cut the ingredients together. His touch was both reassuring and tender, and it sent a flutter through your heart.

You could feel his breath against your neck, a sensation that made you acutely aware of the closeness between you. Your cheeks tinged with a gentle blush, and you couldn't help but steal a glance at his serene expression.

Sensing your shyness, Seonghwa couldn't contain the warmth that surged in his chest.

He turned you around in his embrace, his eyes locked onto yours.

"You're so cute when you're shy, you know that?"

With a soft smile, he leaned in and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss against your lips. It was a promise of all the kisses that would now be shared between you.

In that moment, Seonghwa couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought you here.

The subtle pang of jealousy he had once felt when watching Hongjoong's kisses had now transformed into a profound sense of contentment. You were finally his, and he would cherish every stolen kiss, every shared smile, and every precious moment you both now had together.

Mine. All mine.

As you and Seonghwa shared the intimate kiss, your world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of affection. However, the sudden, exaggerated sound of a throat clearing shattered that cocoon of bliss.

Startled, you and Seonghwa jumped apart, your faces flushing with embarrassment.

Your eyes quickly fell upon Jeongin and Felix, who were both grinning mischievously at the sight they had interrupted. Seonghwa, still trying to regain his composure, shot the two newcomers a disapproving glare.

Jeongin chuckled, his laughter bubbling over, "Sorry, sorry," He said between giggles, "We didn't mean to interrupt your sweet moment."

Felix chimed in, his own laughter was infectious, "Yeah, it's just that we couldn't resist after seeing your faces."

Seonghwa sighed in mock frustration but couldn't hide the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He pulled you close to him again, a protective gesture that felt reassuring in front of the teasing duo.

The two young men finally managed to control their laughter.

Felix cleared his throat, a bit more quietly this time, and said, "By the way, we got a message from Stray Kids. They mentioned they'd be visiting us later today. Something about important news to share with everyone."

Your eyes met your boyfriend's, and you shared a curious glance.

It seemed that your peaceful, post-apocalyptic life was about to be interrupted by something significant, something that could potentially change everything.

The arrival of Stray Kids injected fresh energy into the group.

They had a knack for lifting spirits, and today was no different. As Chan and his group approached, they couldn't help but notice the light, jovial atmosphere.

It was a stark contrast to the tension they had sensed during their previous visit.

Chan, being his usual cheerful self, couldn't resist a playful comment, "Well, well, what do we have here?" He said with a grin, eyeing you and Seonghwa as you emerged, hand in hand.

The guys of Stray Kids couldn't help but join in the teasing, "Looks like love is in the air." Changbin chimed in.

Chan turned his attention to you and Seonghwa, "So, are you two finally together?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded shyly, feeling Seonghwa's arm wrap around your shoulders protectively, "Yes, Chris," You admitted, your voice filled with happiness, "Seonghwa is my boyfriend now."

Chan's playful demeanour suddenly shifted, and he adopted a mock-serious expression.

"Well then, Seonghwa," He said, his tone dripping with exaggerated seriousness, "You better take good care of her. If you don't, you'll have to deal with me."

Everyone burst into laughter at the humorous warning.

Seonghwa, not one to be outdone, saluted jokingly, "Yes, sir." He replied with a grin.

The ice had truly been broken, and the atmosphere lightened even further. It felt like a reunion of friends, full of laughter and good-hearted banter, a stark contrast to the heavy emotions that had weighed on your group in the past.

As the laughter and light-hearted banter continued, Hongjoong eventually stepped forward, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Hey, Chan," He began, his tone more serious, "So, what was the important news you were talking about? Is something going on?"

The atmosphere subtly shifted as Chan's expression turned more sombre. He exchanged a meaningful glance with Hyunjin and Seungmin.

Hyunjin cleared his throat and began, "We heard something on the radio, guys. Something big." His voice carried a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

Seungmin nodded in agreement, "Yeah, the government made an announcement. They claim to have developed an antidote, a cure for the zombie virus."

A hushed silence fell over the room.

It was a moment none of you had ever imagined, and the news left you all shocked, hope flickering in your eyes.

Hongjoong was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with a mix of emotions, "Are they serious? A cure? After all this time?"

Chan nodded solemnly.

"That's what they said. They've set up safe zones for survivors and are distributing the antidote there. But it's not going to be easy. There's no guarantee it'll work for everyone, and getting to those safe zones won't be a walk in the park."

As the weight of the news settled in, you all exchanged glances, thoughts racing.

The prospect of a cure was both exhilarating and daunting. It meant a potential end to the zombie apocalypse that had defined your lives for so long, but it also meant venturing into unknown territory and facing new challenges.

Hope had found its way back into your hearts, but you knew there was still a long and uncertain road ahead.

The room buzzed with anticipation as Chan outlined the plan for the daring journey to the safe zone for the antidote. He had a determined look in his eyes, fully aware of the risks and challenges ahead.

After a thorough discussion, it was decided that half of your group would accompany Stray Kids on this mission.

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho would be the ones to go, while you, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jeongin, and Felix would remain at the high school to secure it until their return.

You helped Seonghwa gear up, your hands trembling as you adjusted the straps on his protective gear. Your worry was palpable, and it hung heavy in the air as the moment of departure drew near.

Seonghwa sensed your anxiety and took your trembling hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

He looked into your eyes with unwavering determination, "I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to come back to you." He said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

You swallowed hard, blinking back tears, "Please, just be safe." You whispered, your voice quivering with emotion.

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"I will, my darling. We all will." He replied, his words carrying the weight of the responsibility they were about to undertake.

You stood there as he moved to join the group preparing to depart, watching him go with a heavy heart. The unknown awaited them, but with the promise of a cure for the zombie virus within reach, there was a glimmer of hope on the horizon.

As the day wore on, anxiety settled like a heavy fog over the high school.

Every minute felt like an eternity as you and your friends waited for the return of Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and the others who had set out with Stray Kids on the mission to obtain the antidote.

The tension in the room was palpable, each passing moment amplifying your fears and uncertainties. You all knew the risks involved in such a journey, especially in a world overrun by zombies.

In an attempt to ease the collective worry, Mingi, always the joker of the group, decided to gather everyone around for a lighthearted chat. He knew that humour could be a temporary reprieve from the heavy atmosphere that weighed down on you all.

With a mischievous grin, Mingi teased you about Seonghwa again, setting his sights on a topic that could elicit some laughs.

Wooyoung, never one to pass up an opportunity for mischief, immediately jumped into the conversation, asking you, "So, tell us, noona. Who's the better kisser, hm? Is it Seonghwa hyung or Hongjoong hyung?"

You gasped scandalously, rolling your eyes at the audacity of the question. Your friends erupted into laughter, their spirits lifted momentarily by the playful banter.

"Come on, spill the beans!" Felix chimed in, chuckling.

Jeongin joined in the teasing, "Yeah, we need to know the verdict."

You couldn't help but laugh at their antics, realising that they had orchestrated this diversion to distract you from your mounting anxiety.

With an exaggerated sigh, you relented, "Alright, alright. But I'm sorry to disappoint you idiots because they're both equally good."

Mingi and Wooyoung groaned loudly at the boring answer.

The guys exchanged knowing glances, their mission of lightening the mood accomplished. Laughter filled the room, even if just for a moment, and the worries that had weighed on your shoulders lessened, if only slightly.

As the laughter subsided, Wooyoung, ever the pragmatic one, decided to take matters into his own hands to prevent you from dwelling too much on your worries.

He flashed a mischievous grin at you, "Alright, noona, enough with the fretting. Let's get busy with some cleaning, shall we?"

It was a welcome distraction.

You agreed wholeheartedly and followed him as he led you to various areas around the school that needed tidying up.

The two of you dove into the chores with newfound vigour, and soon you found yourself engaged in a flurry of activity. Dust was swept away, floors were scrubbed clean, and windows were made to shine again.

All the while, Wooyoung kept the conversation flowing, jumping from one random topic to the next. You chatted about everything from your favourite pre-apocalypse movies to the quirkiest dreams you'd ever had.

Time seemed to fly by as you worked side by side, and before you knew it, hours had passed.

As the cleaning neared its end, you could feel the exhaustion creeping in. You decided it was time to clean up yourselves, so you told Wooyoung that you'd be taking a short nap.

He nodded in agreement, giving you a reassuring pat on the back, "Good idea. A quick rest will do you good. We've all got to stay sharp in these times."

With that, you made your way to the makeshift bedroom you now shared with Seonghwa.

You curled up and closed your eyes, hoping that some rest would provide you with a little more strength for whatever lay ahead. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt grateful for your friends' efforts to keep your spirits high during these challenging times.

In the midst of your slumber, you felt a gentle touch on your face.

It was so tender and filled with care that it instantly stirred you from your dreams. Blinking your eyes open, you were met with Seonghwa's warm, reassuring gaze.

You sat up quickly, your heart soaring with joy and relief as you realised he was back.

Without a second thought, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him close. Seonghwa melted into your hold, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and holding you as if he never wanted to let go.

Amidst the tight embrace, he showered your face with soft, affectionate kisses, each one filled with a depth of emotion that words could never convey.

You could feel his relief too, the weight of a successful mission lifting off his shoulders.

As he pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, a tender smile gracing his lips, "We did it, sweetheart," He said softly, his voice filled with pride, "Everyone got back safely, and we've secured the antidote. There's hope for all of us now."

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words.

It felt like a dream come true, a glimmer of hope in a world that had seen so much darkness. As you shared this intimate moment, you spoke of your hopes for a brighter future together, a world where you could both finally be free from the constant fear and danger that had plagued your lives.

In that instant, as you held each other close and shared your dreams, it felt like anything was possible.

The future might still be uncertain, but as long as you were together, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead with unwavering determination and love.

In the wake of the apocalypse, when it seemed like hope had all but vanished, a new dawn emerged.

The antidote had worked, and slowly but surely, the world began to rebuild itself. Amidst the chaos and struggles, your love with Seonghwa had blossomed into something beautiful.

Together, the two of you fulfilled a dream you had often talked about during the darkest times.

You opened a cosy little cafe, a place filled with warmth and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It was a haven where people could escape the remnants of the zombie-infested world outside and find solace in a cup of their favourite brew.

The menu was filled with your favourite dishes and beverages, lovingly prepared with each other's unique touch.

Your friends had been your most enthusiastic supporters, and Hongjoong, in particular, became an investor in the cafe. He saw the potential in your dream and wanted to help bring it to life.

Jeongin and Felix, always eager to lend a hand, volunteered to work at the cafe as staff.

Jeongin, with his cheerful demeanour, became the friendly waiter who always made customers feel at home, while Felix, with his quick wit, handled the cash register and orders efficiently.

Your cafe became a hub of positivity and friendship.

It wasn't just a place for coffee and food; it was a sanctuary of hope and shared dreams.

Every week, your friends would gather at the cafe for reunions, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. It was a tradition that reminded everyone of the bonds forged through hardship and survival.

As you and Seonghwa stood behind the counter, serving smiles along with every cup of coffee, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought you here. The world might have been ravaged by chaos, but in your little corner of it, love, friendship, and the promise of a better future thrived.

Together, you had not only survived the apocalypse but had found a way to thrive in its aftermath.

And as you looked around at the smiling faces of your friends, sipping their favourite drinks, you knew that, in the end, love and resilience could conquer even the most challenging of times.

Hongjoong watched Seonghwa from across the cafe as his best friend's eyes followed your every move with a mixture of love and longing. He knew that the two of you were meant to be together, and he had finally accepted it.

With a sigh, Hongjoong decided it was time to take a step that he had been contemplating for a while.

He approached Seonghwa, who looked surprised to see him, and quietly pulled him aside. With a sense of purpose, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small velvet box. Inside it gleamed a beautiful ring, a symbol of the love and commitment he had once planned to offer you.

Seonghwa's eyes widened in shock as Hongjoong handed him the ring, his voice filled with sincerity as he spoke, "Hwa, I want you to have this. I can see how much you love her, and it's clear that you both are meant to be together."

He continued, his voice laced with honesty.

"I had plans, you know. Plans to propose to her. But things change, and I've come to realise that maybe this was meant to be. Maybe you're the one who can bring her all the happiness in the world."

Hongjoong's words hung in the air, a testament to his acceptance of the situation and his genuine desire for your happiness.

Seonghwa was speechless, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. He looked at the ring in his hand, a symbol of a love that had once been, and a promise of a love that could still be.

At that moment, amidst the aroma of coffee and the chatter of friends, bonds of friendship and love were redefined.

And as Seonghwa clutched the ring in his hand, he knew that he was holding not just a piece of jewellery, but a symbol of trust, sacrifice, and the enduring strength of the relationships that had carried you all through the darkest of times.

The following day had started like any other, with the familiar sights and sounds of the cafe filling the air.

Unbeknownst to you, behind the scenes, your friends were busy making preparations for a moment that would change your life forever.

Soyeon and her girls had orchestrated a clever ruse, whisking you away after work under the pretence of needing your help with some girl shopping. They ended up guiding you along a path scattered with delicate flower petals, leading you toward an unknown destination.

As you followed the trail of petals, the sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm and golden hue over everything.

You marvelled at the decorations that adorned the path, a subtle hint that something special was afoot. But it wasn't until you reached the end of the path that your breath caught in your throat.

There, standing before you, was Seonghwa, dressed in a suit that accentuated his handsomeness. In his hand, he held a bouquet of your favourite flowers, their vibrant colours a stark contrast against the soft tones of the beach.

Seonghwa began to speak, his words filled with a depth of emotion that brought tears to your eyes.

"I love you more than words can express," He confessed, his voice steady but filled with passion, "And every day with you has been a blessing I can't quite believe I deserve. But I do know one thing, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Your heart raced as Seonghwa got down on one knee, his eyes locked onto yours, unwavering.

He produced a small velvet box from his pocket, revealing a glistening ring that sparkled in the fading sunlight. Your gasp of surprise filled the air as he asked those four life-changing words, "Will you marry me?"

Tears streamed down your face as you nodded vigorously, your voice choked with emotion as you whispered, "Yes, of course, Hwa! Yes!"

Seonghwa's face lit up with a radiant smile as he slid the ring onto your trembling finger. Without hesitation, you launched yourself into his waiting arms, and the world around you seemed to fade away.

Then, like magic, your friends emerged from their hiding spots, whooping and cheering wildly, their joy and excitement filling the beach. You and Seonghwa shared a passionate, heartfelt kiss, sealing your commitment to each other in front of the people who had become your family in this new world.

Hongjoong's emotions were a whirlwind as he watched Seonghwa propose to you with the ring he had once intended to give you himself.

All that mattered to him at that moment was your happiness.

As he witnessed Seonghwa express his love and devotion, Hongjoong couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfilment, knowing that you had found someone who could bring you the joy you deserved.

Jongho, whose eyes had rounded in recognition when he saw the ring, understood its significance. He knew that the ring had originally been intended for you from Hongjoong.

However, as he glanced at Hongjoong's smiling face, a wave of relief washed over him. He could see that the captain was genuinely happy for you and Seonghwa, willing to put your happiness above all else, even his own feelings.

It became clear to Jongho and everyone else present that true friendship and love meant wanting what was best for the other person, even if it meant letting go and allowing them to find happiness with someone else.

And as they witnessed your tearful acceptance of Seonghwa's proposal, they couldn't help but believe that love, in all its forms, was the most beautiful thing in this post-apocalyptic world.

At that moment, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange-pink glow over the beach. It was a new beginning for both of you, a fresh chapter filled with love, hope, and the promise of a brighter future together.

As the celebration of Seonghwa's successful proposal came to an end, your friends began to return home, leaving you, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong alone on the beach.

The emotions running through you were indescribable, a mix of joy, gratitude, and bittersweet nostalgia.

Seonghwa's voice was soft as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against your ear as he revealed the ring's origin, "This ring, it was originally Hongjoong's." He confessed. You felt a shiver run down your spine as the weight of this revelation sank in.

Your eyes widened with surprise and gratitude.

You turned to Hongjoong, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity, "Joong, I can't thank you enough. Not just for the ring, but for all the beautiful moments we shared when we were together," Your voice quivered with emotion, "I genuinely hope you find someone who can make you as happy as you deserve to be."

Hongjoong's smile was heartfelt as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tender hug. It felt like a final, bittersweet embrace, the closing of a beloved chapter.

His voice, as he whispered against your ear, was gentle yet filled with resolve, "I want you to know, I'll always treasure the time we spent together, the memories we created. Those moments will stay with me forever."

As he slowly pulled away, his warm gaze met yours, and he added, "I'll never forget what we had, and I'll always be here for you, even if it's in a different way. Your happiness means the world to me."

His words held a promise of unwavering support and friendship, no matter what the future held.

Your fiancé joined in on the hug, his arms wrapping around both of you. He thanked Hongjoong for his blessing and the love you had shared. It was a poignant moment of unity and understanding, where the past gracefully intertwined with the future.

In that embrace, you all found a way to move forward together, cherishing the love and friendship that had brought you this far in a world filled with uncertainty.

Months had passed since the beautiful day when you and Seonghwa had a small and intimate wedding ceremony, surrounded by your closest friends.

Now, you proudly bore the title of Mrs. Park Seonghwa.

But there was still one dream that had been a topic of conversation between you two for a long time.

Your dream home.

It had always felt like a distant goal, a cherished aspiration. But now, your husband believed that the time had come to turn that dream into a reality.

As your cafe business continued to flourish, the need for a larger space became evident. After much deliberation, you and Seonghwa decided to move your cafe to a bigger shop lot, envisioning greater opportunities and growth.

The transition was both exciting and nerve-wracking, but with your determination and Seonghwa's unwavering support, it went off without a hitch.

Your new cafe was a marvel, with an improved interior design that captivated your customers and made it the talk of the town. You spent hours admiring every detail, from the cosy seating to the artful displays.

One day, as you were going over some new menu items, Seonghwa approached you with a mysterious glint in his eye. He gently placed his hands over your eyes, temporarily shrouding your vision.

You stood still, curious yet filled with anticipation.

"Alright, it's time." He whispered softly.

With great care, he guided you through the cafe and up a staircase. Each step was a tantalising mystery, and you couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for you.

Finally, you came to a stop in front of a door.

"Surprise." He said with a playful yet loving tone as he removed his hands from your eyes.

As the door swung open, your jaw dropped in amazement.

Before you stood your dream house, a perfect and cosy space right above your beloved cafe. Every detail was meticulously arranged, from the warm lighting to the welcoming furnishings.

It was a place that felt like home, a sanctuary just a few steps away from your passion and livelihood.

"Do you like it, my darling?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, you turned to Seonghwa, your eyes glistening with tears of joy. Without a word, you threw your arms around him, holding him tight, "Are you kidding? I love it, Hwa!"

He smiled into your hair, pulling you closer in his hold, "That's all that matters to me, sweetheart."

The next morning, you stood by the window as the sun painted the sky in gentle hues, gazing out at the world with a heart brimming with contentment.

The journey that had led you here, to this beautiful home with Seonghwa, felt like a tapestry of cherished memories.

The thought of all the years he'd carried his unspoken love for you, enduring in silence, tugged at your heart. You vowed to make every day from now on a testament to your commitment, to show him the depth of your affection until the end of time.

Lost in your reflections, you didn't hear Seonghwa approaching, his footsteps as silent as his love had once been.

His arms enveloped you in a warm embrace, and a cascade of tender kisses danced across the side of your face and neck. The touch of the ring on your finger served as a poignant reminder of the promises you'd exchanged, of the life you'd now build together.

As you turned in his arms, your eyes met, each glance communicating a thousand unspoken words.

In the quiet of that moment, amidst the whispers of love and the dawning of a new day, you both found comfort in knowing you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Holy crap, this is it, guys! From the very bottom of my heart, thank you so much to each and every single one of you who have spent the time to read Undying Bonds! This has been a wonderful journey.

Truth be told, when I first put out Part 1, I didn't think it would bring me this far. In fact, I didn't think anyone would even read any of the stuff that I wrote at all, but it was the love and support you've shown that kept me going!

Special thanks to those of you who have been here with me on this journey since the very beginning, you know who you are. I appreciate all the kind and encouraging words that you've left me with.❤️

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