#saw every single one of them when they came out

[mariclerc]

betrayal and rescue (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: your ex betrays you, but luckily your teammate has your back.

Warnings: ferrari driver!reader, single mom reader, misogynistic comments, fluff and Charles being such a sweetheart.

Part 1

The last month living with Charles have been a real dream come true for you and Mia, he has been a very important support for both of you during this time, he's a very caring and gentle person, his soft touch and kind nature is what you and Mia needed to really start healing. It was a rare, lazy Sunday with no commitments pulling you two away from bed, Charles lay propped against pillows, dozing lightly with Mia curled on his chest. You smiled at their peaceful forms, carding gentle fingers through Charles' tousled and soft chocolate curls.

Mia stirred, yawning widely before spotting you. “Mama! Morning!” she crawled over to snuggle into your side, little hand gripping Charles' shirt.

“Good morning my pretty girl!” you say softly at her, kissing her cheek. “Good morning Charlie!” you giggled.

Chuckling softly, Charles' arms wound around both of you as his eyes fluttered open, he smiled sleepily. “Bonjour, mes amours.” he murmured, pressing kisses to your heads. (good morning, my loves)

You sighed contentedly, resting your cheek against his warm and comfy chest. In that moment, all the cares and worries of the world felt so far away, here in your very own cocoon of blankets, surrounded by the love of your makeshift family, nothing could touch the three of you.

Your mind wandered back over the torturous last months you've spent trapped in your ex's grip... the constant walking on eggshells, never knowing what might set off his volatile temper, never having that feeling of safety or protection, even in your own home with Mia...

Now, Charles' strong arms encircled you both, radiating an unshakable calm, warmth and safety you'd never known before. His affection for you and Mia was unconditional, showering you daily with kind words, gifts, and adventures that filled your hearts to bursting.

Tears welled in your eyes as you peered up at Charles' handsome, adoring face. “I never thought I could feel this happy and content.” you whispered. “You gave me and Mia the life, the family, we always wanted.”

Charles' gaze softened, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “I'm the lucky one, princess.” he insisted gently. “You both brought me more joy than I ever believed possible.”

Leaning down to capture your lips in a slow and tender kiss, he poured every ounce of love into it that you still had trouble believing was truly yours after so long in the darkness. But in Charles' light, you and Mia were starting to heal, to believe, and to understand that happy endings do exist for those who keep hoping.

Mia let out a squeal of happiness. “Dada, Mama! Kisses!” she said giggling.

Charles smiled at her. “We have multiple kisses for you too, petite étoile.” (little star)

He said and then he started to fill Mia's face with kisses, who giggled more and was so happy, you smiled when you saw them, it was your beautiful family.

***

The Miami race weekend brought new challenges as you and Charles tried to keep your blossoming relationship private amid the media frenzy in the paddock and social media.

You two arrived separately to avoid suspicion, only allowing your hands to brush as you passed beside each other in the paddock Charles' eyes lingered with a smile, filling you with warmth.

During the practice sessions your radios remained businesslike, but his frequent checks that if you were hydrated or had enough fuel said everything. Small glances across the garage were your only connection, yet more intimate than any public display could be.

Qualifying came, neither of you hold back—though whether from passion for racing or each other, even if you weren't sure. You were pushing your cars to their limits as if nothing else existed.

After that, you stopped by Charles' driver room under the guise of strategy debrief. But as the door closed, his lips captured yours feverishly. Your restraint finally snapped under the tension of the day, the kiss is very slow and soft, as you two break away from the kiss, you place your forehead against his.

You gazed up at him worriedly. “Do you think people will start speculating about us?” you whispered softly.

Charles brushed his lips softly over your forehead. “Let them speculate baby, I don't care who knows how much you and Mia mean to me.”

His words filled you with joy and longing for the day you could shout your love from the rooftops, but for now, this stolen moment between you two, where the world fell away, was enough.

The press conference after the qualifying session were in full swing, you fielded questions professionally about setup choices and tire strategies that put both of the Ferrari cars on the front row for sunday's race.

But one of the journalists had an accusatory tone. “Some think it's no coincidence you and Leclerc are performing so well together... Care to elaborate on rumors of an forbidden relationship distracting you both?”

You started to reply calmly when another cut in. “Yeah, she's probably just sleeping her way to the top! Honestly, what else is a pretty face good for in a man's sport?”

Venomous laughter rose from some journalists in the room, your chest tightened in panic and rage —this was your nightmare scenario. Being a woman and also being in motorsports, you have often encountered derogatory and unpleasant comments about you and about women in general, it's like most men are bothered by the fact that a girl is faster than them on the track or that women deserve a place everywhere as them, that includes sports too. Before you could respond, Charles suddenly grabbed his microphone.

“That is completely unacceptable.” he said in a low, dangerous tone that chilled the room. His green eyes blazed with barely contained fury. “She is one of the most talented and dedicated professionals in this paddock, regardless of gender. The disrespect shown here today is a disgrace to the sport.” Charles leaned over the mic, jaw clenched. “I suggest selecting your next questions more wisely and showing my teammate the respect she deserves not only as a driver, but as a human being... If not, this conference is over.”

An uneasy silence fell as Charles grasped your trembling hand supportively under the table, you took a calming breath, regaining composure.

You swallowed dryly. ”Our performances speak for themselves, which I think is good for the team.” you stated clearly. “Charles and I simply push each other to excellence through our competition and partnership, that's all.”

Max Verstappen also wanted to give his opinion on the journalist's misogynistic comment towards you.

“Forgive me for being so bold, but I think that kind of comment is very out of place. I mean, considering that y/n is a mother and an exceptional driver and she deserves the same respect as all of us, right?” Max said, staring at the journalist, who was completely pale. “I think you should ask her about her race and strategy, and not about her private life, I don't know, that's just my opinion.” he said and dropped the microphone leaving everyone in the room speechless.

The rest of the questions thankfully remained respectful, but later, outside of the press conference room, Charles embraced you tenderly.

“No one gets to tear you down like that. You are so much stronger than their smallmindedness, okay?” he whispered in your ear.

You smiled up at him through happy tears, gripping his race suit. In that moment, you knew that with Charles by your side, you could overcome any obstacle that came your way.

Despite of those awful comments, the Miami Grand Prix was a huge success for both of you, with Charles taking victory and you claiming second place on the podium, the third 1-2 finish in the season for Ferrari, you're in total bliss. You two opted to skip the official afterparties and all the glamour, eager for some low-key family time.

Back at the hotel, Charles ordered a feast from room service while you and Mia showered away the sweat of the day. Emerging refreshed in pajamas, your heart overflowed seeing Charles play with Mia on the floor, her giggles echoing.

“Mama, dada won! Yay!” Mia squealed proudly as you bent to pepper her face with kisses, Charles beamed up at you, eyes sparkling.

“You were so incredible out there today babe!” he praised, helping you plate your overflowing meal spread across the suite's floors and furniture.

The three of you dined under the moonlight spilling through enormous windows, talking and laughing for hours as Mia dozed in your lap. Finally content and full bellies, the evening wound down with Mia yawning off to bed, Charles gathered you into his lap on the couch, kissing you so deeply and yet gently as if you were made of flickering glass.

“Thank you for giving me the family I never knew I wanted... For filling these months with a happiness I ever believed possible.” he whispered softly against your lips.

You cradled his handsome face, memorizing every beautiful line and facet. “I should be the one thanking you, you know? For trying to heal the wounds of my past and giving Mia and I the love and safety we always deserved.”

He shakes his head. “It has been such a pleasure, being with you and taking care of both of you it's been a journey, a beautiful one.” he whispered and you giggled softly.

Your relationship was far from traditional, that's for sure! But on nights like this, in the blissful quiet of each other's arms, it felt more right than anything you'd ever known.

***

You definitely enjoy the little breaks in-between races, it's were you can take a moment to ground yourself outside racing and just enjoy the calm and warm of your little family and that can be just a rewarding like a race win or a podium.

“Mama!” Mia screams a little. “A scary ghost is following me!” she says while running and giggling around the living room.

Almost a second later, Charles appeared hiding in a white blanket trying to catch Mia in his arms, but she runs away... He almost collide with the coffee table.

You laughed at their funny antics. “Oh no Mia! It's a really clumsy ghost.” you say while giggling.

“Boo! There's a sneaky little girl around here, I'm going to grab her in my arms and turn her into a little ghost!” Charles' said imitating the voice of a ghost.

Mia giggled again. “No, no! Bad ghost, really bad!” she covered her mouth. “Catch mama!” she said pointing at you.

You opened your mouth, shocked. “Me? But I'm just trying to make some tea!” you say. “It's not fair baby!”

You and Mia started run around the living room, making Charles crash almost with every single chair and the rug, you two laughed at him.

You feel and arm behind you. “Haha, gotcha!” he said in a mocking tone, making you and Mia collide to the rug, he took off the blanket, revealing is disheveled hair and a flustered cheeks.

“Dada, again, again!” she said giggling.

Charles giggled too. “Oh baby, maybe tomorrow, does that sounds good?” he asked her and she nodded.

You just smiled at him, you never saw him looking so radiant and joyful, it's like he's reliving things from his own childhood and it's so nice to see him like this with Mia.

You smiled. “You are a rather scary ghost and a little silly.” you giggled.

He chuckled softly. “Well, thank you, love! It's been years of practice.” he kissed your cheek.

“You know? You're amazing Charlie!” you say softly.

He looks at you. “Really? Well, um... Thanks darling, the truth is I only do what I can.” he blushed. “It's just me.”

You kiss the tip of his nose. “And that's why you're so amazing! You're you, as silly as it might sound, you're so passionate and so gentle at the same time!”

Mia smiled and kissed Charles' cheek. “Mwah! Dada kisses!” she said softly and he giggled.

“Do you want kisses, petite princesse?” he said to Mia and she nodded. “Okay, here we go!” (little princess)

Then he proceeded to cover Mia's face with kisses all over and she let out loud giggles, you smiled at the beautiful scene, and you realized something very important... You were in front of the love of your life and your little ray of sunshine, maybe everything would have been very different if you had tried from the beginning with Charles, or maybe not, but you are very sure of one thing... You are at home, in your safe place, with your two favorite people, the ones who keep you on your toes most of the time, but you wouldn't change it for anything in the world, Not even all the podiums or victories the world has to offer you, nothing compares to this.

[ssamlovr]

KATSEYE. — how the first kiss went (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)...

pairing. fem!r x non idol au ──wc; 1.8k (This was supposed to be posted yesterday but as soon as I finished I fell asleep sorry 🙏🏻)

୨९. NOW PLAYING; sunny days - wave to earth

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA...

Somehow, Sophia always had a way of making you nervous with just a single glance. Even when she did, you’d act annoyed, though deep down, you loved it.

That day was no exception. She always looked at you with sweet, love-filled eyes, never bothering to hide it. As your hands swung gently together during a calm night walk near your apartment, you were passionately talking about your favorite movie and its plot twist. It wasn’t that she didn’t care—she really did—but deep down, all she could focus on was your full, captivating lips moving.

You didn’t notice her silence until it became impossible to ignore.

“And the end—” Your words faltered as soon as your gaze met hers, and your heart raced. Even after all the teasing looks she’d given you before, none felt like this one. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“W-what...?” was all you managed to stammer, and for you, that was totally embarrassing. You silently thanked the universe for the darkness of the night because if Sophia realized how hot your cheeks had turned, her teasing would have been endless.

Still, at your question, Sophia paused, debating whether to lie and say she was listening or admit what was really on her mind.

She stopped walking, standing directly in front of you, and with a soft sigh, she murmured, “I’m dying to kiss you, that’s all.”

In that moment, her eyes sparkled with affection, and a wave of excitement washed over you. Because even though you’d never said it aloud, you had been impatiently waiting for this moment too.

Summoning every ounce of courage you had, you swallowed your nerves and, to your own surprise, replied, “Why don’t you, then?”

That was all Sophia needed. She tugged on your sweater, stood on her tiptoes, and closed the distance between you.

The kiss was slow, tender, and overflowing with emotion. It left Sophia blushing, and for once, the tables turned—you spent the rest of the night teasing her in revenge for all the times she had flustered you so easily.

LARA RAJ...

Lara always saw herself as a confident person—she always was. But when it came to you, she became someone completely different.

Yeah of course she made the first move, walked up to you, asked for your number with that flirty smile of hers. And, let’s be honest, from the moment you saw her, you fell head over heels. But now that she’s your girlfriend, you’ve seen a side of her you never expected.

For your first month together, you decided to spend the day at the beach. You went early, played in the ocean, laughed and teased each other like two lovestruck teenagers. The day flew by—though Lara always felt time moved too fast when she was with you.

Sitting on a blanket, your arms propped against the sand and Lara resting against your chest, watching the beautiful sunset, you felt like the happiest person in the world. Nothing could top this moment.

But even then, when Lara lifted her head and looked at you, her eyes shining with pure adoration, you were mesmerized.

From an outsider’s perspective, it could’ve been a scene straight out of a romance movie.

Lara’s eyes locked with yours for a while. She felt her heart racing, and it only got worse when, without realizing it, her gaze drifted to your lips. Throughout that first month, she’d often glanced at them when you were distracted, wondering how they’d feel against hers.

And as they say, actions speak louder than words. Your eyes mirrored the same admiration for her lips, and that was all the confirmation she needed. Her hand gently moved to your neck, and she leaned in slowly. She brushed her nose against yours before closing the distance.

In that kiss, Lara knew she didn’t need anyone else—she didn’t want anyone else but you. And you felt the same. Even though it wasn’t the first relationship for either of you, this was something entirely different—feelings neither of you had experienced before.

Without thinking, you said the words that solidified your devotion to her. Words you meant with every fiber of your being.

“I love you, Lara…”

Her throat tightened instantly as emotions overwhelmed her. It felt so good to be loved, to feel so incredibly happy.

“I love you too, Yn.”

DANIELA AVANZINI...

Dani always let things flow, even in the relationship. That’s why she thought the first kiss would happen naturally, just lean whenever she feels like it.

But it didn’t go as she imagined. From the moment she saw you, hugged you, and sat on the grass with the basket full of food, she couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. Unfortunately, she was far too shy to make the first move.

Still, she looked absolutely adorable, playing with her fingers, more restless than usual. With every passing second, she inched closer to you—whether it was a casual touch of hands or resting her head on your shoulder while leaning against the tree.

Luckily for her, you’ve always been the perfect example of her dream girl, and that girl knows how to read minds.

Even though you might have been enjoying the sight of your nervous, silly girlfriend figuring out how to give you the kiss she so desperately wanted, you were just as restless. You couldn’t stop thinking about kissing those lips that had captivated you from the very beginning.

As you sat in front of her, your hand resting on her cheek, your forehead gently touching hers, you quietly whispered,

“Dani, can I kiss you?”

You felt your heart pounding in your throat, while your girlfriend felt hers in the palm of her hand, ready to give it to you.

Without saying a word, she kissed you. At first, it was just a quick peck, which made you chuckle softly. But Dani swore to God that from that moment, she became addicted to your lips. That’s why she threw herself into your arms, this time giving you a long, love-filled kiss, making the rest of the world fade away.

MANON BANNERMAN...

With Manon, words were always unnecessary. She knew you as well as you knew her, and anyone could have sworn you spent most of your lives together.

That’s why the first kiss was as perfect as everything you shared.

While cooking dinner, with you doing most of the work, you just had to set the plates on the table while the oven did its job. You turned around and hugged Manon. Even though cooking was fun, especially with your girlfriend, it always left you exhausted in the end.

After a long embrace, you pulled your head from her neck and looked at her—her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and finally, her lips. You stared at them for a few seconds before looking into her eyes. She smiled and leaned toward, kissing you.

It felt like time stood still, both of you lost in the kiss until the sound of the oven timer broke the moment, signaling that the food was ready. You pulled away with a laugh, looking at Manon, who was pouting slightly for being interrupted. You gave her a small peck on the lips, making a shy smile appear on her face as she set the plates on the table.

MEGAN SKIENDIEL...

Megan always felt shy around you. She had never felt the way you made her feel, and even the slightest touch between your hand and hers turned Megan into a mess—blushing, nervous, and even more shy than usual.

Megan is crazy about you, that much was certain. But what she was also sure of was that she had no idea how to kiss you.

The poor girl spent every day imagining different scenarios of how it might happen, but every time she saw you, she couldn’t help but turn into a bundle of nerves.

That’s why, when she sat on the couch, staring at your lips with her cheeks flushed a deep red, she knew it was the moment.

Slowly, she leaned in, searching your eyes for any sign of disapproval. All she found were eyes filled with love, sparkling and excited.

The kiss felt endless, and when she pulled away, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, wrapping her arms around you and hiding her face in your neck.

JEONG YOONCHAE...

Yoonchae and you were two completely lovestruck teenagers. From the very beginning, things were calm and peaceful, each step taken slowly, savoring every moment.

For both of you, this relationship thing was new, especially the kisses.

Now, Yoonchae can admit that during those moments, she overthought everything. Because as much as it was her first kiss, it was perfect, and with the person she loved.

Both of you lying in Yoonchae’s bed, cuddling and watching a romantic movie.

Neither of you needed to say anything when the main characters shared a sweet kiss under the stars. As the scene played out, you both locked eyes and shared your own soft kiss.

And when you looked at her, you felt even more in love with her (if that was even possible). Her eyes sparkling like never before and a smile stretching from ear to ear. You smiled back and kissed her cheek, while Yoonchae held you tighter. That night, you slept hugging each other, you resting on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.

we melt this love and recreate it

as we imagine it

that's how we make sunny days.

[aesthetically-dying101]

The Crimson Throne.

Act 4- The Garden Of Shadows.

A/N: weewoo part 4, also, she isn't as weak as you guys might think, two more parts and we're done yay!

Act 1, Act 2, Act 3,

It started with whispers.

But whispers have a way of spreading, creeping into the cracks of the palace like ivy, relentless and slow.

You noticed it first in the corridors, in the way the curses spoke when they thought no one was listening. Their voices were low, their words slippery things, darting between the safe and the forbidden.

“Did you see him after the last fight?” one had muttered, its voice a guttural rasp that scraped like dry leaves. “He wasn’t the same.”

“He hasn’t been the same,” another hissed, its form a shapeless, shifting shadow on the wall. “Since the human came.”

You kept walking, your head down, your pace steady. They didn’t stop when you passed; why would they? You were just you—small, mortal, insignificant. They didn’t think you could hear them. Or maybe they didn’t care.

“He’s let her live this long,” a third voice added, venom dripping from every word. “What does that tell you?”

“Enough.”

That single word, cut through the conversation like a blade. You risked a glance over your shoulder and saw one of Sukuna’s higher-ranked curses glowering at the others. They fell silent immediately, shrinking back into the shadows like scolded dogs.

But the silence didn’t last.

*-*

The hall was darker than usual, the torches along the walls burning low, their weak light casting flickering shadows that stretched and warped across the ancient stone. The curses gathered in secret corners, their voices low, whispers sliding over the walls like the hiss of serpents.

“Enough of this,” one spat, its voice gravelly, like stones grinding together. “He is not invincible.”

The curse who spoke was massive, its form hulking and malformed, arms too long and ending in jagged claws. It leaned forward, its yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light as it addressed the others. “The King grows careless. He bleeds.”

“He bleeds, yes,” another voice chimed in, soft and sharp, like broken glass underfoot. A smaller curse, hunched but quick, perched on a ledge above the group. “But do not mistake that for weakness. He will carve you into ribbons before you even blink.”

The first curse snarled, its jagged teeth bared. “And what of it, then? We continue to bow, scraping the ground with our faces while he uses us as fodder? Tell me, how many of us have died for his amusement?”

A murmur rippled through the group, uneasy but growing. The torches flickered again, their flames sputtering as though responding to the tension in the room.

“It isn’t just amusement,” hissed another curse, slithering forward. Its form was serpentine, its scales glinting in the dim light as its tongue flicked the air. “It’s control. Domination. He keeps us in line by showing us what happens when we step out of it.”

“And you are content with that?” the first curse snapped, its voice rising with anger. “Content to live under his heel until he decides we’re no longer useful? I will not.”

“You’re a fool,” said the glass-voiced curse. “The King has ruled for centuries. Longer than most of us have existed. You think you’re the first to have these thoughts? You’ll end up like the others. A smear on the ground, forgotten before the next moon.”

“And yet he lets a human live among us,” another voice growled from the shadows, deeper and quieter, but no less venomous. “A human. The very creatures we were made to despise. She walks freely, touches him freely, even heals him.”

The group fell silent for a moment, the weight of the words settling over them like a heavy fog.

“It is an insult,” the first curse growled. “An affront to all of us. What are we to him now? Nothing but dogs, while the human plays at being his equal.”

“She is not his equal,” the serpentine curse hissed, its tongue flicking again. “She is a tool. Like us. He will use her until there is nothing left and then discard her.”

“And if she is more than that?” the glass-voiced curse asked softly. “If she is something he values?”

The first curse snarled again, its claws raking deep gouges into the stone floor. “If she is, then she is a weakness. One we can exploit.”

Another ripple of unease passed through the group, this one sharper, more dangerous.

“You speak of treason,” the serpentine curse said, its voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “You speak of things that will get us all killed.”

The hulking curse turned, its yellow eyes burning with fury. “I speak of freedom. Of survival. If we do nothing, we die. If we act, there is a chance—a small one, perhaps, but a chance—to live.”

“And what of you?” the glass-voiced curse asked, its tone mocking. “You think you can best him? That your claws are sharper than his? Your power greater?”

“I think he is not invincible,” the first curse said, its voice steady now, conviction hardening its words. “I think he bleeds. And I think he has grown comfortable—too comfortable. He believes himself untouchable, and that will be his downfall.”

The room was silent for a long moment, the curses watching one another with wary eyes. The torches flickered again, and the shadows seemed to stretch further, their darkness pressing against the edges of the room.

“Careful,” the serpentine curse finally said, its voice almost a whisper. “He has eyes and ears everywhere. You think he doesn’t know your thoughts already?”

The hulking curse grinned, a feral, toothy smile that did little to reassure. “Then let him hear them. Let him know his time is coming. Let him know we are watching.”

The glass-voiced curse let out a sharp laugh, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade. “Brave words for a fool. Let’s see how long you last.”

The serpentine curse slithered back into the shadows, its eyes gleaming faintly. “You play a dangerous game, my friend. One you will not win.”

And with that, the group began to disperse, the room emptying one shadow at a time, leaving only the faint echoes of their whispers behind.

But the hulking curse remained, its eyes fixed on the door at the far end of the hall. It stood there for a long time, its claws flexing against the stone, before finally turning and vanishing into the darkness.

*-*

Uraume noticed.

They always noticed.

They stood at the edge of the main hall, their eyes narrowing as they watched the faint, creeping vines snaking across the corners of the room. Roses again. Smaller this time, their dark red petals just beginning to unfurl, but there was something deliberate in their placement, a strange, almost purposeful growth.

"Strange," Uraume muttered under their breath, their hand brushing against one of the blooms. It pulsed faintly with cursed energy, the kind that felt eerily familiar. "What are you doing, little healer?"

They turned away, their steps purposeful as they made their way to find you.

*-*

You, meanwhile, were seated in the infirmary, hands dusted with dirt and an array of herbs spread out before you. You didn’t know how long you’d been there, but the hum of your cursed energy was stronger than usual, like an itch just beneath your skin that you couldn’t quite scratch.

The plants had been acting strange lately. You’d noticed it when you went to pluck some mint leaves from the garden for a tea blend. What had once been a modest patch was now sprawling, vibrant, and unchecked, the leaves glossy and brimming with vitality.

The same thing had happened with the medicinal herbs in the infirmary, then with the wildflowers outside your window. Now, they seemed to sprout anywhere you walked, weaving through cracks in the stone, curling up the walls.

You leaned back, staring at the small bud that had somehow appeared on the table beside you. Another rose. Its petals were soft to the touch, and the faint hum of energy within it made your skin tingle.

“Why won’t you stop?” you murmured to no one in particular, poking at the bloom. You knew it was your own fault, your own cursed energy.. or whatever. But something was off.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna had felt it.

He always felt it—your cursed energy had become a constant undercurrent, subtle yet pervasive, like roots threading deep beneath the earth. And now, it was louder.

He hadn’t summoned you yet, which was unusual, but you didn’t have time to dwell on that. The growing unease had seeped into your chest like cold water, spreading slowly but insistently.

Something was wrong.

*-*

Uraume found you an hour later, standing at the window of the infirmary.

“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” you asked, attempting to keep your voice light as they entered.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Uraume said flatly, ignoring your attempt at humor. They crossed the room in a few long strides, their sharp eyes flicking to the vines creeping along the windowsill. “This shift in the air. It isn’t normal.”

You hesitated, the weight of their words sinking in. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A lie. You did feel it—the heaviness, the strange charge that had been lingering for days now. But acknowledging it felt too much like giving it power.

Uraume snorted, unimpressed. “Lying doesn’t suit you, little flower. Don’t play coy.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line at the nickname. Sukuna had started using it recently, and now Uraume was following suit.

“I’m serious,” you insisted, though your voice wavered. “I don’t know why the plants are acting strange, or why things feel... off.”

Uraume studied you for a long moment, their gaze uncomfortably sharp. “The plants are your doing. You’ve tied your cursed energy to them, whether you meant to or not. They’re... responding to something.”

“Responding to what?” you asked, your voice small.

“That’s what I intend to find out,” they said, turning toward the door. But before they left, they glanced over their shoulder, their tone unusually serious. “Be careful, healer. The palace isn’t as quiet as it seems.”

*-*

It lasted for a solid month.

The weird tension, that every time you went anywhere, curses seemed to just.. stare- and for some it was damn obvious, they had way too many eyes.

They were watching you.

Every movement you made, every glance you shot in their direction, it was as though they were cataloguing your every breath. The shadows in the corners seemed darker, the flicker of torchlight slower, and there were whispers. Whispers you couldn’t understand. Whispers that made your skin crawl, your cursed energy shifting unnaturally, like an animal sensing danger.

But the strangest part?

You couldn't figure out why.

You couldn’t put a name to it, but you felt it in your bones—the looming presence of something amiss, something that had shifted under the surface.

The roses had been growing, proliferating through every crack in the stone, twisting around pillars, weaving themselves into the very structure of the palace. The plants had become almost sentient, spreading with purpose, creeping like the inevitable, like they were a warning to anyone who dared approach.

*-*

Sukuna was distracted. Focused on something—someone, perhaps—but whatever it was, it had left him blind to the unrest brewing beneath his throne.

It had been in the works for weeks. Curses, once loyal to the King of Curses, had quietly gathered in secret, whispering of overthrowing their tyrant ruler. Whispers of freedom. Whispers of rebellion.

The palace was a powder keg, and tonight, it was about to explode.

You were walking through one of the upper halls, lost in your own thoughts, when the first sign of the conflict erupted. A crash. A roar. The sound of something heavy being thrown against a wall.

You froze.

It was coming from the lower levels—the halls you knew well, the very ones that led to the throne room. You turned, half instinctively, half hesitantly, knowing that whatever was happening wasn’t a minor disturbance.

The sound of curses shouting reached your ears, jagged and frantic, a few words cutting through the chaos.

“Take him down!” someone screamed. “This is the end!”

Then, the unmistakable sound of weapons clashing—swords, claws, and cursed techniques firing off like bullets, filling the halls with energy so thick you could feel it in your chest.

Your heart raced. What is happening?

You started to move, trying to find out what was going on, but a sharp voice rang out from behind you, pulling you to a stop.

“Stay out of it, human,” Uraume’s voice was cold and biting as they appeared in the doorway, eyes narrowed. “This is not your fight.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Uraume’s gaze stopped you dead in your tracks. Their expression, a mix of frustration and something like desperation, stopped you from arguing further.

“Go to your quarters. Now.” Uraume's voice held an edge that left no room for disobedience.

You hesitated, the urge to help gnawing at you, but something in their tone had you second-guessing. Uraume was a figure of authority here—loyal to Sukuna, even if they were irritated by your presence. And their warning had come too late; the battle was already upon them.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

And just like that, you turned, walking quickly away, heart racing in your chest. The fight was unfolding somewhere below, out of your sight but unmistakably close.

Down in the throne room, Sukuna’s loyalists clashed against the mutineers with fury.

Sukuna’s most trusted—Yorozu, a towering curse whose body was a mass of shifting shadows, and Jogo, the fiery one who could twist fire into monstrous shapes—fought with a savage intensity. They were as much a part of Sukuna as his throne, his crown. But even they were caught off-guard.

The mutineers, those who had once been under Sukuna’s rule, were now fierce in their desire for freedom, their anger fueling their cursed energy like a wildfire. They fought with desperation in their eyes, some with claws, others wielding cursed tools, all of them determined to strike down the tyrant who had held them in thrall for far too long.

Jogo let out a frustrated growl as he was forced to retreat, flames licking at his hands, narrowly missing the attacks from one of the mutineers.

“Cowards!” he bellowed, lashing out with a wave of fire that melted the stone beneath him. “You think you can just overthrow the King?”

But even he was finding it difficult to get a clear shot at the mutineers, who were rallying, working in unison.

Yorozu, who had once served as the shadow that shielded Sukuna, snarled as she grappled with one of the mutineers, her long claws slicing through the air. “You traitors will die for this!”

As the clash escalated, Sukuna’s minions began to fall one by one. The sound of bone breaking, the crack of bodies colliding with stone—each one was louder than the last.

In the middle of it all, the traitor leader—someone you didn’t recognize, their face hidden beneath a cloak—grinned viciously. “Sukuna’s reign ends tonight. We will make this kingdom ours.”

And then, amidst the chaos, the massive form of Sukuna himself appeared, his silhouette cutting through the fighting like a blade. His crimson eyes glowed, and for a moment, all noise ceased, as if the palace held its breath.

“You think you can overthrow me?” Sukuna’s voice was a low growl, a promise of pain, of death. “You think you’re worthy of the throne?”

The room fell silent for a moment.

Then, the fighting resumed, more fierce than ever, and you could hear the sickening crack of limbs being snapped, the hiss of curses on the edge of destruction.

You stayed, un-moving, paralysed by... not exactly fear-simply.. confusion.

What were you supposed to do??

That's until the door literally exploded.

A/N:i made an attempt to do a cliffhanger, i don't think i'll do another cause that was just meh

:)

[sirxlla]

You Have a No Kill Rule and They Dont / Vice Versa.

(Request @nesting-dreams)

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Dick: "You know I really wish you wouldn't kill, it goes against everything I have ever agreed with." He had stated this over and over again and you had stated your side. This conversation always went in circles every single time until one or both of you gave up.

"Don't you understand it's wrong to kill?" He pressed relentlessly.

"Don't you understand that it never stopped anyone else in Gotham? Doing this would make sure that those out there can't harm or the innocent people of Gotham. Criminals won't stop killing just because of the fact that you don't want to do it. Meet then were there at, at least then they fear for their life, not a broken nose." You spit words at him like venom. The two of you parted the same way you did every single time with both of you being pissed off at one another.

By the time that bed came you two would crawl up into bed together with no issue like you didnt fight with him at all.

Jason: Before you knew everything about Jason and Gotham as a whole, you would have had these long conversations about exactly why it's wrong to kill people and everything along those lines. Those fights usually ended in screaming matches and someone if not both of you pissed off for several days. You had begged him over and over to just try it your way and for the most part he tried, at least it seemed like it from an outside perspective. If he killed he didn't do it in front of you.

He understood entirely that once you end someone's life or see it done you don't always sleep the best and that's why he never did it in front of you.

Now that he had let you in and you'd learned everything about Gotham, saw how horrible and rotten it was your opinion changed. You saw just exactly the type of people that deserved death and exactly what was the source for Jason's bloodlust.

Bruce: "Bruce, don't even start with that bullshit because if it was Alfred that would have killed them you would have had no issue with it and I know your track record with women and 99% of them kill people so I don't want to hear it because you're being hypocritical. I have no choice and if I didn't do it I would be dead now."

His face turned to stone that's definitely not something he wanted to hear. He often had a bad time being hypocritical and not understanding the entirety of what exactly was life and death considering he forgot you weren't him and you weren't some sort of badass that could take on whoever the fuck you needed to.

Even though the man was small that you had to end, he had a gun to your head and you had no choice but to shoot him through your bag.

Tim: He never wanted to fight about it but it was something that you definitely didn't agree upon. Tim was always kind and soft spoken when he tried to tell you not to do it. Tim was probably the most understanding on why you had such a similar view to Jason and Damian.

Tim had high hopes that there was always a redemption for a criminal. He had more hope than his father that maybe a criminal could change their ways. He saw cases like Harley Quinn and Azrael whom had turned corners and he hoped they's set examples for others.

Tim was always an optimist, he was so soft spoken about it. It was because of that that you eventually came out around to his ways, if he were so adamant and pushy about it you would have stuck to your guns but now you saw the kinder brighter side and how good some of these people could be if given the right opportunities.

Damian: It's something that always left a bad taste in your mouth, how Damian did it so easily without losing a hair of sleep but you knew how he was. He definitely tried to be less prideful in his kills while you were around cause its just something that you hated. In your mind a body's lifeforce was sacred, this is why you wouldnt even remotely begin to hold Damian's sword even if he asked you to hand it to him.

"It's such a sword." He would say as if the blade wasnt essentially stained with the blood of what felt like thousands. Even though it was something that puts such a bad taste in your mouth you were never going to tell him not to do it. It was just the way he was raised but you also didnt bother because the blood was on his hands, not yours.

The only thing that you had asked him to do in regards to that sword? To not bring it into the bedroom where the both of you slept because somehow in someway everytime he did, you had the worst nightmares and sleep paralysis.

(Send me some prompts if you'd like)

Masterlist

[hoonwonlvr]

ROSES ౨ৎ — a L.HS drabble.

SYPNOSIS : Heeseung and Y/N had once shared a love so deep and intense, it was like a living, breathing thing. Every moment they spent together was like a petal on a rose, fragile and fleeting, yet impossibly beautiful. They had been young, reckless, and wildly in love. They had promised each other forever, foolishly believing that nothing could come between them.

☆ . ・But life, as it often does, had other plans.

PAIRING : exbf!heeseung x exgf!reader

WARNING(s) : reader bleeds from the thorns of a rose , drabble

WC : 713

They had drifted apart, the world pulling them in different directions, their love fading slowly like a rose wilting in the sun. But the memories remained, like thorns that dug deep into their hearts, a constant reminder of what they had once had and what they had lost. Every time Heeseung looked at a rose, he was reminded of Y/N, of the sweet memories they had shared. He missed the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin, the scent of her hair. Sometimes it felt like he was drowning in his own sadness, like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of longing and regret.

They had tried to move on, to find happiness with other people. But those relationships had always paled in comparison to what they had shared. They had found themselves constantly comparing every new love to the intense connection they had once had, and always coming up short.

But despite everything, they had been unable to completely let go of each other. There was always a part of them that still longed for each other, like the lingering scent of a rose that refuses to fade. Heeseung would find himself listening to sad songs, imagining what life would be like if they were still together. Y/N would dream of Heeseung's smile, wake up with a sense of emptiness in her heart. One day, Heeseung was walking through a flower market when he came across a small, perfect rose. It was a soft blush-pink color, the petals a velvety texture. As he looked at it, memories flooded his mind. A picnic under a rose-covered arbor. Y/N, laughing and carefree, her hands covered in rose thorns. He reached out and touched the soft petals, his heart aching with longing.

Y/N happened to be walking by the same flower market, her eyes scanning the array of colorful blossoms. And then she saw it - a single rose that looked like it was begging to be picked. Its petals were a deep, rich red, the thorns sharp and demanding. As she looked at it, she remembered a night under the stars, Heeseung's arms wrapped around her, his lips against her neck.

Without thinking, she reached out and plucked the rose from its stem. The thorns pricked her skin, leaving behind tiny pinpricks of blood. As she looked at the injured finger, she felt a pang in her heart. She didn’t even know why she had picked the rose. It was as if it had been calling out to her, like a beacon of the past. Y/N cradled the rose in her hands, staring down at the blood staining her fingers. For a moment, she just stood there, lost in thought. And then, as if she was being pulled by an invisible force, she began walking.

Her footsteps were purposeful, driven by an instinct she couldn't explain. She knew exactly where she was going, even though she hadn’t consciously made the decision to go there. Before she knew it, she was standing outside a familiar building. It was the apartment complex where Heeseung lived. Y/N hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. What was she doing here? What was she hoping to achieve?

She clutched the rose tighter, the thorns digging into her skin. It was foolish, she knew. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t see him again, that she would move on. But here she was, unable to resist the pull towards him. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, steeling herself. She pressed the buzzer for Heeseung's apartment. For a moment, there was no response, and she began to wonder if he was even home. And then, to her surprise, the door opened, and Heeseung stood there, looking as handsome as ever. He stared at her in disbelief, his eyes widening at the sight of her holding the rose, the blood trickling from her wounded finger.

"Y/N," he said, his voice soft. "What are you doing here?" He sounded confused, and maybe a little bit hopeful. He looked at the rose in her hand, his gaze drifting to her injured finger.

She held up the rose, the petals stained with her blood. "I don’t know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I felt like I had to come here. Like I needed to see you." He stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. As she entered the apartment, she felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. Everything looked the same as it had when they'd been together - the worn-down leather sofa, the photographs lining the walls.

He guided her to the sofa, his hand gently at her back. He gestured for her to sit down, and sat down next to her. He took her injured finger in his hand, examining the wounds from the thorns. He gently ran his finger over the wounds, his touch soft and tender. "You’re bleeding, Y/N," he said, his voice low. "You should be more careful." She just nodded, her heart racing. The feeling of his hand on her skin was sending ripples of electricity through her body. She hadn't realized how much she had missed the sound of his voice, the way he said her name.

He looked at her for a long moment, his gaze searching. "Why are you here, Y/N?" He repeated the question, his tone softer now. "Why did you come here tonight?" She didn’t know how to answer. How could she explain the inexorable pull that had led her here? How could she describe the aching longing in her heart? “I don’t know,” she repeated, her voice thick with emotion. “I just...I wanted to see you.”

He took the rose from her hands, his fingers brushing against hers. He examined it, his expression unreadable. The silence between them was heavy, charged with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. "This rose," he said, breaking the silence, "it’s just like us." He looked up at her, his eyes sad. "Beautiful on the outside, but with thorns that bite when you get too close." She nodded, understanding. It was a perfect metaphor for their relationship. So much beauty and joy, mixed with pain and heartache. A thorny love that left deep, lasting scars.

He set the rose down on the coffee table, his eyes never leaving her face. He placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb tracing a path over her skin. "Y/N," he said, and she could hear the aching in his voice. "I never stopped thinking about you."

© hoonwonlvr, don't steal or copy, ty!

- sorry guys this isn’t what i usually do i just felt like no smut for td….. and i was also really lazy :(( i was gonna continue it but then i was like umm NO! anw thank you SOSOSOSOSOSO much for over 100 likes on BOTH of my other posts and 18 followers! ily all so much💗💗💗

[regencygossipgirl]

Nic's 2024 photo dump (Part One)❤️

Omg, you guys, I finally have time to properly post, and I’m literally levitating—what an absolutely beautiful, chaotic day! The delulu levels were completely off the charts, and there was just no containing it. I’m still reeling, like… I can’t believe it actually happened.

It felt just like the early days all over again—living the world tour in real time, getting hyped over every single piece of content, hearts fluttering nonstop, all the endless theories, and just that good energy floating around everywhere.

I’m just so, so happy.

Looking like an actual goddess: waist snatched, long hair, body bodying, and the polaroid!!!

Is the croissant picture from Italy? Paris? So many questions, and even more questions after that.

And here’s the star of the night: Nic and Luke proudly (well, sort of) showing off the drawings they made of each other. You know, the one where Lukey spent a totally normal amount of time finding just the right shade of blue to draw Nicola���s eyes? Yeah, that one.

And can we talk about the little box at Nicola’s feet and her sandals? 🥹 Absolutely adorable.

One of my absolute favorite looks from the world tour—and I just have to mention the polaroid again.

Now, what is this?!! I try to keep my feet on the ground (you know, to avoid breaking every bone when the inevitable fall happens), but why is Luke tagged in this picture? Rue, when was this? Where??

I looked it up, and these kinds of plates are typically for domestic use, and honestly, they scream Nicola, don’t they? Was it her house? An interview? A restaurant?

I know this part one is prob from Jan to Jun, but, omg, in Colin’s voice: I NEED TO KNOW!!

And then there’s this one. I thought it could’ve been from May, around the NY Bridgerton premiere, June when she shot the Kate Spade campaign (also when Luke was on Jimmy Fallon), or October for the Time 100 Next event.

Since Luke is actually tagged in the post and we know Jake went with her to NY in October, that left me with two options.

It was confirmed recently, thanks to some BTS from the Kate Spade shoot, that Nicola was in NY in June after the London premiere (and, of course, those pictures), around the same time Luke was on Jimmy Fallon. When I tell you my delulu was off the charts… I have no clue if they saw each other or if they had a conversation… Around that time, the Deuxmoi pic of Nicola at the airport came out, so… who knows? Either way, just keep in mind, we’re talking June, and now it’s December. Also, we didn’t see them together at all during the summer.

So, I’m thinking it was for the NY Bridgerton premiere, and either Luke took the picture or she tagged him because of the Bridgerton billboard.

We don’t really know what’s going on between them, but even though I usually stick to reality, today I let my imagination run wild. I haven’t felt like that in such a long time. Nicola posted 20 new pictures, and they were so real—just her being herself, not the perfectly curated celebrity stuff. It made me so happy.

This year has been huge for Nicola, and I really hope she’s proud of herself because I sure am. I love and admire her so much, and I’m always here to cheer her on every step of the way.

[hwa-stars]

Healing heart

Genre: fluff, mentions of low selfstem or loneliness.

Pairing: idol Jung Wooyoung x fem named reader

Summary: We all have days when we don't want to go on, but we always have someone who is there to help us.

Word count: 2.4k

Minseo sat by the window, the city lights shimmering against the backdrop of a quiet night.

It had been one of those days—heavy, emotionally draining, and filled with the echoes of self-doubt that crept in at the worst moments. She sighed, absently scrolling through her phone, trying to distract herself.

"Hey babe!" Wooyoung's voice came from the doorway, snapping her out of her thoughts. He entered the room with that bright, infectious smile that never failed to lift her spirits, no matter how down she felt.

"Hey" She replied softly, managing a small smile as he sat beside her.

Wooyoung’s presence alone brought warmth, but tonight, it felt like a gentle balm on an old wound.

He studied her for a moment, then his expression softened, understanding flickering in his eyes.

"Bad day?" She only nodded.

"Just... one of those days where I feel like I'm not worth it, you know?" Wooyoung leaned closer, gently taking her hand in his. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, his touch tender and grounding.

"I know the feeling, but let me tell you one thing: you are enough. More than enough, actually."

Minseo looked down, her heart heavy with the weight of past experiences and the way she sometimes let those voices inside her head take over, but Wooyoung had always been different.

Since they had started dating, he had this way of making her feel like the most precious thing in the world. He wasn’t just her boyfriend, he was the bandage that covered the scars she had tried to heal on her own for so long.

"You don’t have to be perfect all the time, babe." Wooyoung said, his voice steady but full of emotion. "You’re allowed to have bad days, to feel overwhelmed. But I need you to know that you deserve the love you give. You’re worth it. Every part of you."

She blinked, feeling the tears welling up, but they were different this time. They weren’t for sadness but of the overwhelming love and reassurance that Wooyoung gave her. He always knew what to say, and more than that, he always showed her how much he cared—every single day.

"How are you always so sure?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wooyoung cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had escaped.

"Because I know you. And I love every piece of you—the parts you show the world and the parts you keep hidden." He pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You don’t have to pretend with me. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m going to keep reminding you of that until you believe it too."

Minseo rested her head against his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words sink in.

"You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me." She whispered against his chest and Wooyoung chuckled softly.

"That's funny, I was going to say the same thing about you."

She stayed in the warmth of her boyfriend embrace, her heart finally finding some peace. The world outside continued to move, but in his arms, it felt like time had slowed down just for them.

“I don’t know how you do it." She murmured, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest. “You make everything feel less… heavy. It’s like you know how to take the pieces of me that feel broken and put them back together.” Wooyoung’s lips quirked into a small, playful smile.

“That’s because you’re not broken, Min. You’ve just been carrying things alone for too long. I’m here now, so let me carry some of it for you.” He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I know, I really try so hard and I'm really grateful with you."

“You know.” He began, his tone soft but teasing. “I fell for you the moment I saw you, even before you knew I existed.” Minseo chuckled, shaking her head.

“Stop it. You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not." Wooyoung protested, laughing with her. “I’m serious! You walked in that cafeteria, and I thought, ‘That’s the girl I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.’ You had this light around you. Everyone could see it, but you… you’re the only one who doesn’t see how amazing you are.”

Wooyoung had always been like this—so sure of his feelings for her, never wavering. It still amazed her how he could see the parts of herself that she struggled to accept, and how he made her believe that she was enough, just as she was.

“Thank you." She whispered, her voice barely audible. “For loving me the way you do and for being my safe space.”

Wooyoung’s smile softened, and he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You never have to thank me for that. I love you, Minseo. And I’ll keep loving you, every day, even on the days when you feel like you don’t deserve it. Because you do. You always have.”

Minseo felt the warmth of his words settle into her heart. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a kiss that said more than words ever could—a kiss that told him how much she appreciated him, how much she loved him for being the person who never let her forget her worth.

When they pulled apart, Wooyoung grinned, his playful nature returning.

“Now, what do you say we order some pizza, put on a movie, and just forget about the world for a while?” Minseo laughed, the sound light and free.

“That sounds perfect.”

Later that nigth

Later that night, Minseo and Wooyoung drifted off to sleep, nestled against each other under the warmth of their blankets. The peaceful quiet of the night wrapped around them like a protective shield, but even in her dreams, the weight of the day’s emotions lingered in the back of Minseo’s mind.

Hours passed since Minseo and Wooyoungdriftedoff to skeep, nestled against each other and suddenly, in the early hours of the morning, Minseo’s eyes fluttered open.

A heavy feeling sat in her chest, familiar but unwelcome.

She glanced over at Wooyoung, who was still fast asleep beside her, his breathing steady and calm. Not wanting to disturb him, she quietly slipped out of bed, the comfort of his warmth leaving her almost immediately.

Her feet found their way to the kitchen, where she flicked on the soft light, letting it cast a warm glow over the counters.

Cooking had always been her way of dealing with the overwhelming feelings she couldn’t quite express. It grounded her, gave her something tangible to focus on.

Tonight, it was cheesecake—her go-to comfort recipe. The simple act of measuring ingredients, mixing them together, and watching something beautiful come together helped her find some sense of calm.

As she worked, the quiet hum of the fridge was the only sound in the room. She poured the creamy batter into the pan, her movements methodical, almost meditative. The kitchen smelled of sweet vanilla and cream, and for a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down just enough for her to catch her breath.

But in their room Wooyoung stirred in his sleep when he noticed the absence of his girlfriend. His hand reached out instinctively to her side of the bed, only to find it empty.

Frowning, he blinked his eyes open and, after realizing she wasn’t there, he quietly padded out of the room, following the faint light coming from the kitchen.

There she was—standing at the counter, completely absorbed in her baking. He paused in the doorway, his heart swelling with concern, he knew that when she felt overwhelmed, she turned to cooking, it was how she found her peace.

Without making a sound, Wooyoung approached her from behind, slipping his arms around her waist gently.

Minseo jumped slightly at the unexpected touch, but then immediately relaxed into his familiar embrace.

“You couldn’t sleep?” He asked softly, his breath warm against her neck as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

She shook her head, resting her hands over his where they circled her waist. “I just… needed to do something. Clear my head.”

Wooyoung tightened his hold on her, swaying them gently from side to side. “You always bake when you’re overwhelmed." He said knowingly, his voice soft but full of understanding. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

Minseo exhaled, leaning back against him as the weight of his support made her feel just a little lighter.

“I don’t know." She whispered. “It’s not anything specific… just everything.” Wooyoung nodded, pressing his cheek against her head.

“I get that. But you know you don’t have to carry it alone, right? I’m here, always.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket, and for a moment, they just stood there in the soft glow of the kitchen, holding each other.

The cheesecake sat unfinished on the counter, but it didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was this quiet moment together.

“Thank you Woo." Minseo whispered after a while, her voice thick with emotion. “For always knowing what I need, even when I don’t.”Wooyoung smiled against her skin.

“That’s what boyfriends are for, right?” She chuckled softly, turning around in his arms to face him. “You’re more than just a boyfriend. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.” His eyes softened, and he cupped her face in his hands.

“I’m just glad I get to be that for you.”

Wooyoung leaned down, closing the small distance between them, and gently pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and tender, filled with all the reassurance and love he had been offering her since the moment they met. Minseo melted into it, her hands resting against his chest as she kissed him back.

When they finally pulled apart, Wooyoung gave her a playful smile, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Now.” He said, his voice teasing. “How about we finish that cheesecake? You can’t leave it halfway, can you?” Minseo laughed softly, shaking her head.

"You’re right. It’s almost done anyway.”

Together, they moved back to the counter, and with Wooyoung by her side.

Once the cheesecake was safely baking, they cleaned up the kitchen, working in perfect sync.

Wooyoung washed the dishes while Minseo dried them, and they shared light conversation, laughing about little things as if they hadn’t just shared a deeply vulnerable moment.

Finally, when the cheesecake was golden and ready, they pulled it out of the oven and let it cool just enough before cutting into it.

Wooyoung grabbed two plates, and they sat down at the small kitchen table, the warm smell of cheesecake filling the room.

Minseo took a bite first, closing her eyes as the familiar taste brought her the comfort she’d been seeking all night.

“It’s perfect." She said, smiling at Wooyoung.

“Of course it is. You made it.”

Minseo looked at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having him in her life.

“I love you." She said softly that make Wooyoung smile.

“I love you too, Min.”

As they sat together, lost in their quiet moment of cheesecake and whispered words, the soft shuffle of footsteps broke the stillness.

Wooyoung looked up just in time to see Hongjoong and Jongho stumbling into the kitchen, their faces scrunched with irritation and exhaustion.

Hongjoong rubbed his eyes and groaned, clearly not thrilled to be awake at 3 AM.

“Seriously? It’s the middle of the night, and you two are just… sitting here, eating cheesecake?”

“Some of us were actually trying to sleep, you know.” Jongho leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, giving them both a grumpy look

Minseo felt a pang of guilt, knowing they had probably woken them up with the smell of baking and their quiet laughter.

But before she could say anything, Hongjoong’s expression softened. He walked over, eyeing the cheesecake on the table, then looked at Minseo with a knowing smile.

“We know what baking at these hours means for you.” He said gently, his annoyance fading. “If a cheesecake is what helps you feel better, then we’re in.” Jongho, still half-asleep nodded.

“Yeah, Min. You can’t just leave us out of this.”

Minseo’s heart warmed at their words. She had always felt supported by the members, and even now, when they could have been upset, they were still making an effort to show they cared.

She glanced at Wooyoung, who gave her a small, reassuring smile, his eyes filled with gratitude for the way his bandmates always looked out for her too.

Without another word, Hongjoong grabbed a fork, pulled out a chair, and sat down beside them, slicing himself a piece of cheesecake.

“This is really good." He commented, taking a bite. “Too good not to share. I’m posting this on Instagram.”

Minseo let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as Hongjoong pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of the cheesecake.

“Of course you are.” She said, amusement in her voice.

Meanwhile, Jongho slid into the seat across from her and Wooyoung, already typing something on his phone. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he sent a message to their group chat.

Jongho: Guess what? We’re eating cheesecake, and the rest of you aren’t. Bet you’re jealous 😛😎

San: 😭😭😭😭

Mingi: Not fair! I'm coming in the morning to have cheescake for breakfast 😒

Yeosang: 👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻 Not fair...

She laughed at the teasing messages, feeling the warmth of her friends’ affection wrap around her like a blanket.

Wooyoung sat back, watching Minseo’s mood lift with each passing moment. His heart swelled with gratitude as he looked around at Hongjoong and Jongho, the friends who were more like family.

“Thank you." Wooyoung said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced at Hongjoong and Jongho.

Hongjoong just smirked. “You don’t have to thank us. We’ve got her back, just like you do.”

Jongho, still focused on his phone, muttered with a grin, “Yeah, we’re family, right? Besides, it’s not every day we get homemade cheesecake at three in the morning.”

As the four of them sat there together, sharing laughter, inside jokes, and cheesecake, Minseo realized just how lucky she was.

[vladdyissues]

so i've mentioned before how i think reign storm made vlad want danny's babies and i feel like you might like what i'm getting at when i expand on it because i am drawin' on ALL the lore for that headcanon

so in season 1, we absolutely got the arc that Vlad had a bit more in common with Jack than he wanted to admit (interests, skill, the ability to hyperfocus until the ectofilter makes their house explode), and that he was desperate for people to love him but unwilling to see them clearly enough to actually love them--he would happily sand off any traits incompatible with his vision, before accepting them as-is. he especially wants to sand off all the traits in danny he associates with Jack

if their relationship had changed in s1, it would be badger cereal all the way down for me. you could not get me to romantically ship it again, even with the chemistry, for love nor money. but it didn't

and then we got Reign Storm in S2

where we got to see vlad and danny being their most sincere and straightforward around each other. vlad was sincerely a magnificent bastard and danny was sincerely not putting up with his shit, but they're so much of their authentic selves only around each other. vlad still wants danny to be his son, to be influenced by him... up until the Pariah Dark fight

i am 100% certain he never meant for Danny to win there. he was waiting for Danny to wear Pariah down and pass out where Vlad could take his place in the suit and win, getting the credit AND the kudos for saving Danny. but that's not what happened

Danny, a younger, weaker, still half-mortal being in a suit actively draining him managed to win against Pariah Dark, who was so powerful it took multiple implied gods to seal him away the first time. all without Vlad having a single moment of true, lasting influence on him. and my theory...

is Vlad's ghost instincts saw this, finally saw Phantom as his own unrelated entity, and went "THIS ONE. MAKE BABIES WITH THIS ONE. LOCK HIM DOWN NOW, HE IS GOING TO BE A LEGEND"

(and so we get Dan and Dani in the same season)

and in every episode after, it is clear Maddie takes a backseat to Danny for him. he doesn't even plot the murder of Jack in any real way until the series finale. his focus is 100% on Danny and making his own Danny using the original Danny and/or putting Danny in a submissive/pliant position

i don't think he's consciously aware of any of this. or, if he is, he hates that he's thinking that way about someone nearly thirty years his junior. but i do think there's a hell of a story in half-ghost instincts being misinterpeted between the two halves of themselves and having to adapt to being their own, separate entity from humans OR ghosts

and that is my comprehensive explanation as to why I headcanon Reign Storm made Vlad's metaphorical ovaries start screaming for his attention

OH.

Shit. That's perfect.

Of course Vlad would wait until absolutely necessary to jump in and deliver the coup de grâce to Pariah. (Let the pawn sacrifice himself, do all the work, King takes credit, etc.) But the pawn... held his own?? The pawn fucking put that thing back where it came from or so help me?? By this time Vlad would surely know how to spot a good investment, and I just know the inside of his head sounded like hitting the jackpot at a Vegas casino when he saw Danny put the smack down.

Is there such a thing as Investments to Lovers? Arranged (Baby) Carriage?

Another thing you're absolutely right about is how Vlad's obsession with Maddie dropped off immediately after Reign Storm. Excepting Phantom Planet, naturally.

I love this meta. It's pure rocket fuel.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(Dream)

It was another beautiful day in Eden. The sun was shining, the flowers were at full bloom, the animals were playing, and sitting by the creek was a certain couple. The lovers held each other tightly as they snuggled up close. Adam sighed blissfully as his head was ducked under the angels chin. Adam: Luci?

Lucifer: Yes my dove?

Adam: Can I ask you for a favor?

Lucifer: Of course simply ask me for anything and it is yours. My power knows no bounds.

Adam: Can you make me a promise?

That got the angel to tilt his head curiously.

Lucifer: What kind of promise?

Adam: That you’ll never leave me. Or the pup.

He said placing a hand on his still smooth belly. They had both found out right after his heat had ended. The angel sensing a new life forming in him. While both were joyous at first, Adam had lingering fears. He was already scared at the thought of the angels finding out.

He didn’t want to know what they’d do to it. As well as scared that they would separate the two mates. He shuddered at the thought. Lucifer kissed his head reassuringly.

Lucifer: Adam I promise to never stray from your side. My word is as good as golden.

Adam smiled and went back to listening to the tranquil sounds of the garden.

(End of dream)

Adam groaned as he woke up. He sat up in his bed and rubbed any remaining sleep out of his eyes. He hated that once sweet memory with a passion. Adam: (scoffs) Some promise.

A knock came from the door and a familiar voice came through.

Lute: Sir, today’s the day. It’s almost time.

Extermination day

A grin formed on his face as he got out of bed and got ready. These past six months have been rough, especially Lucifer and Lilith’s child trying to cause trouble. Trying to preach about redemption and peace. As if that would ever happen. Now it was time to go down there and put the brat back in her place.

He wrapped his large chest, binding it tightly. Before putting on his special robes. The ones he only reserved for E day. All was missing was his mask to which he put it on happily. He loved it when the last thing a sinner saw was his manic mask before bashing their skull in.

He exited his apartment where his lieutenant was waiting for him. All geared up and ready to go. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride emitting from him as he stared at the angel. He loved all the exorcists as though they were his own. He especially loved Lute for her dedication and loyalty, it was so hard to find that. The two shared a manic smile.

Adam: Let’s do this.

They made their way outside the gates of Heaven where the rest of his girls were waiting. Each year he always gave them a speech before heading out, this one was no different.

Adam: Today we will go down to the hotel and slaughter every single sinner that resides in there. The princess unfortunately must be left alone for she has protection from both the treaty and her parents. However, her precious demons aren’t and you know who else doesn’t have immunity? Your dear sister Vagatha!

A chorus of angry yells and boos echoed throughout the exorcists.

Adam: Vagatha has betrayed you all by going against her duty to Heaven and spreading her legs for the princess! For that she shall pay

Lute: YEAH LETS RIP VAGGIE’S CUNT OUT OF HER MOUTH!!!!

Adam: …What the, can you just, chill Lute. (Shakes head) Anyways whoever brings me the head of the traitor can have her old spot as third of command!

That got the girls excited. Adam: Now with that out of the way, ATTACK!!!

A portal opened up before them as they descended down to the depths of Hell.

The First Anti-Christ

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(excuse me for the long prologue)

Anti Christ, the child of the fallen one, the devil. Everyone knows of the name and what it means. However, they don’t know of WHO that child is do they? Everyone thinks that the child will make themselves known as they bring on the end of humanity. What people don’t realize is that the anti-Christ has already walked upon the Earth.

In fact he was the first to be born on the planet. You see he was one of the very first humans. The very first child and son of the mother of humanity, Adam the first omega. His name was Cain.

Now many must be wondering on how this came to be. Why did it happen. How and why did the first omega manage to give birth to the fallen one’s offspring. All will be explained here, in this story.

A long, long, long, time ago when the Earth was still young the creator of it had decided on what its final inhabitants would be. They were called humans, the very first of their kind. He made them into something special. With their names came their designations.

Lilith the first woman and alpha

Adam the first man and omega

He made the two to be companions, to watch over another as one would for a friend or as he hoped like siblings. However, his other creations had other plans. While the Lord was busy attending to his purpose of watching over the universe. The other creations, the angels went down to the humans and they told the two that they were more than just companions. They told them that they were mates and they would bring forth true humanity.

Both were confused and asked how? The angels told them that once a month Adam’s womb would welcome Lilith’s seed and instructed him for when the time came for Adam to lay on his back and to spread his legs for his mate. When they heard of this both were rather disgusted by it. They hadn’t known each other for long but they simply weren’t compatible in that way. They couldn’t even bother to be friends for they both had too many differences that often clashed with each other.

While Adam was energetic and outgoing, Lilith was reserved and careful. It would often cause arguments from the two, especially when it came to their duties. Their first duties, of naming and caring for everything in the garden. Lilith thought Adam to be immature. Adam thought Lilith to be demanding. Both seemed to think that nothing was ever good enough for each person. One thing they both could agree on is that they did not wish to be mates.

Still Adam did not wish to upset the angels and simply bowed his head and nodded submissively. They began to explain other sets of rules that both were to follow. Lilith as the alpha was to always provide and care for her omega. Adam as the omega was to always follow her way and submit to his alpha. Both were to bring children into this world.

Lilith would become the father of humanity. While Adam would become the mother of humanity.

Lilith, disgusted at the thought, disagreed wholeheartedly. She fled from the garden and away from the omega. Hoping to never set another foot in there again. She was found by someone, an angel of the Lord himself, whom she would soon call a friend and sometime after that a husband. Though she didn’t trust him at first she eventually told the angel of why she ran from paradise.

The angel was shocked and confused. Why would his siblings do that? Why would they mess with his Father’s creations that way? He wanted so badly to go up there and tell his Father of what they had done to Lilith. He knew that they would somehow find a way to pin the blame onto him.

That is why he came up with a new plan. To meet and talk to Lilith’s supposed mate. What he didn’t know at the time was that the omega was actually his true mate.

He crept into the garden, careful not to aware the elders of his presence. What awaited him in the garden was not what he expected. A true beauty, one that took his breath away. Though he had thought Lilith to be pretty. She was nothing compared to Adam.

His soft brown hair, honeyed eyes that sparkled, and tan skin that was splattered by freckles. His Lucious curves was enough to drive him insane. The angel managed to open his mouth and introduced himself. His name was Lucifer, the angel of light and God’s most favored son.

[marksofsympathy]

Chapter one!! Under cut!!

Her pen glided against the paper in gentle yet purposeful strokes. Words came to mind and she picked out the ones best fit for her writing. An iterator approached with a small content laugh. He was a happy iterator, and in all honestly the tan one wouldn't change him for anything.

"Writing again Mossy?" The blue iterator seemed to smile at her.

She looked up to see him, those bright multicolored eyes. One was blue, one was red. The iterator himself was a mix of blue and red, dark blue with red markings. He wore a skirt as well as a pretty top, the iterator was always unusual to her.

"I suppose I am writing Surreal, what have you been up to?" Her voice was steady and never shook, strong and formidable was who she would be.

"Mossy, Songs wants us back at base, we're gonna attack these iterators. Frigid returned with their info on the guys." Surreal spoke in a sickly sweet voice, too sweet for something so horrible.

"How do you do that? Do you not feel remorse for those who we kill? Do you find some sick enjoyment in their pain?" Mossy narrowed her eyes at Surreal, her gaze slowly softened in a mournful way.

"We are family, right? Why would you tear apart something you know you care about? I mean think about it Surreal..... how could you tear apart someone's family when yours means so much to you?" Mossy twirled her pen in her fingers slowly as if to distract herself.

"It's just what Songs wants- Mossy, we have to do this. Who are we to question our own senior? So.... Please let's not talk about it." Surreal watched as his tan sister got up holding her notebook close to her chest.

"I suppose so...." Mossy leaned against Surreal as they walked.

Upon reaching the group of iterators, Surreal instinctively took hold of her hand. A dark green and lime iterator jumped and bounced around in a giddy excitement. Mossy stared at them all, fourteen iterators in one local group. Songs stood among the crowd of blood thirsty iterators. Summer, Crescent, Erosions, Trophies, Hero just to name a few.

"Mossy, Surreal, why don't you two join us." Songs stared at the tan iterator with an unreadable expression.

Mossy formed several questions on why she should, combats for if Songs were to insult her. She thought of many things to say, many things to do. Looking over she saw the knife held by Hero was sharp, the blade a rusted color. Without much thought Mossy had already formed an idea on how to counter his attack if he were to try and harm her. And yet, despite everything she remained silent.

"We're traveling this cycle again, we'll reach them in time. From the information Frigid has gathered they all live in one place. Let's be off now, the cycle won't wait on us." And like that they walked forward.

Mossy stared ahead, the dry crusted earth beneath her feet crunch with every step. The world seemed dry with not a single trace of water. She wanted to write about this, every little detail. The world she faced brought forth a desperate need for greenery. The scorching sun lashed against the sky in violent yet still warmth. The tan iterator had seen so many things, written so many stories. Describing the world around her seemed to bring peace to her uneasy soul.

With the excitement faded out of the local group Mossy only grew more willing to turn around. But to her dismay they spotted an iterator. Small, teal, young and joyous. Without a second thought Mossy sprinted towards the iterator. They let out a shrill cry with a mix of fear and distrust. Songs narrowed her eyes at the two, throwing her spear to strike down the scrawny teal child.

The vicious howls and shouts of the local group pushed Mossy forward. In a rush of pure adrenaline she yanked the child aside. The tan one wondered how it felt to feel that spear brush across their face in an almost fatal blow. The no longer fierce battle cries took a harsh change into distraught.

"Mossy! What the hell is wrong with you!?" Songs snarled at the tan iterator who stood still.

As for the child, they ran as fast as their small legs would allow. The thought of a near death experience was hard enough, but to simply be of generation three? Maybe that fear was something she'd never know, but moving to the next cycle so early seemed horrible. Surreal stared at her for a long moment but even he turned his head away.

"They were but a child." Mossy simply watched as Songs stormed towards her in bitter yet not silent rage.

The white iterator stared with displeasure and disappointment, yet it did not phase her. Once close enough she placed her hand on Mossy's face, using her other to trace the infinity marking on her forehead. Songs's gaze did not soften as her affection grew rough. Although once she stopped she scolded the younger iterator.

"We are not here to save lives! We're powerful are we not? I do not care what anyone's age is! If they die, they die!" Songs shook her head to walk off in an aggressive fashion.

"Mossy you seem to ruin just about everything don't you." It hissed out its words which were usually silent.

Harmless, it was never an iterator that she would have seen to grow so agitated once violence was incited. It grew to hate Mossy, that was something she knew. Everywhere she went, it followed to try to call out her flaws and expose her for something she had not a single clue about. Mossy laughed a little at what Harmless had tried to insult her with.

"Why are you laughing!? Are you neuron dead as well!?" Harmless' tall form attempted to tower over Mossy with harmful intent.

"It's just funny to me, you hate me. Yet you spend your every moment thinking of me. There hasn't been a single cycle where you have not tried to do emotional harm to me. It's quite humorous that you keep failing, yet try all over again." Mossy's hums of amusement seemed to dig under its nonorganic skin.

"I'll fucking kill you." Harmless snarled, it tried to make its large and sturdy figure known.

"Why you're at it, kill yourself." Mossy simply walked away from the crowd of iterators who chirped and hollered with amusement at the argument, but all Mossy could think of was Surreal's worried face.

[secondbeatsongs]

I might love sharknado too much you guys

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[depressedhatakekakashi]

People need to learn to hate a character without coming up with the most BS excuses.

You cannot actually tell me Naruto learned more from Jiraiya, or Sasuke learned more from Orochimaru than they did from Kakashi

Jiraiya taught Naruto Rasagan and Summoning.

All we see Sasuke get from Orochimaru is his summons, and he also has an eagle summon so clearly he couldn’t even just have only the snakes to connect him to his ‘master’

Meanwhile, Kakashi taught Naruto chakra nature, how to use his shadow clones, Basic Chakra control, is stated to have improved all three of his students exponentially before the chunin exams, and of course he taught all three of his students the importance of teamwork and protecting their friends over the mission. A lesson that Naruto and Sasuke both take to heart in their own way.

He taught Sasuke the chidori, which Sasuke evolved into other types of chidori style jutsu’s. He also helped him improve his taijutsu so much in a month that Gai, the Taijutsu master, was impressed and concerned about the training Kakashi put him under for that month.

Sakura is the only one who we can confidently say learned more from her master, and Kakashi can’t teach medical ninjitsu (he only knows basic medical ninjitsu and that’s only after the way) and states himself he’s not the best at teaching chakra control (hence why he asked Ebisu to help Naruto with that during the month between chunin exam fights)

Like…

Hate Kakashi all you want but calling him a ‘Bad Sensei’ is factually incorrect for what we see. Even when he screws up it’s not out of malice or thinking he just knows better. He’s genuinely trying to help his students and just screws up.

It happens.

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

don't want to declare victory for the war on ants quite yet but i think i did win a battle...

[stupidnaturals]

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[tracle0]

New love language, signs of trust