#brokenpromise

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Promises — Lea Daniel

A4, craft paper, inks, liners; 2021

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Broken Promise

MASTERLIST

PART V:

Genre: fluff; mild angst

Warnings: none

A/N: this is the second to last of my first ever!

*22 years old*

You always knew you would curse your younger self for your lazy study habits. You just didn’t realize you’d be doing it on a sidewalk in Paris. Figures you’d go and get yourself lost from the group; not a lick of French to speak of. You’d think, after a few years of modeling you’d have picked up a few phrases from the countries you visited frequently, but then you’d be wrong.

And that’s where he saw you. Standing there on the sidewalk just outside the restaurant. You in your cute straw hat. Holding a map in one hand, and your sky blue dress down in the other. It was an Azumane original Asahi gifted you for landing a spot in Paris Fashion Week. You were a stark contrast to the girl he found in the park all those years ago.

He watched you for a few minutes more, shaking his head and chuckling softly as you struggled to fight the Parisian breeze the sunny day brought. Tugging his apron off he made his way outside. “Ya look much better when you’re not crying in a park princess.” He says smiling down at you. You whip your body around a look of surprise on your face. “You’re him!” You exclaim eyes dancing with excitement, “you’re the one who carried me to the bus stop!” He laughs as you ramble on waiving your arms trying to explain the events that happened that day. Taking your hand he tugs you along into the restaurant. “I’m Osamu. Osamu Miya” he states as he guides you to a table. “[f/n, l/n]” you respond with a big grin on your face.

And that one breezy day in Paris will be the turning point to the rest of your life.

Your relationship with Osamu was a stark contrast to your relationship with Akaashi. Things with Akaashi were like a slow-burn. They built over years of stoking the flames. Your relationship with Osamu was like a blazing fire, steady and never in need of rekindling. From that first day in the restaurant you both fell head first deep into a love you knew in your bones would be your forever.

It was the way he dropped by your shoots with freshly made onigiri and desserts. The way he bought every magazine you graced the cover of and framed them up in his apartment. You loved him the way you loved Mochi and old classic movies like Breakfast at Tiffany’s. You made sure to drop by on his breaks and for dinners nearly every night, and you adored the light in his eyes when he told you about his newest creation. That first year in Paris would always be your favorite, and when he got down on one knee a year later, in the middle of everyone at the after party; with tears in your eyes, your only answer was yes.

~Akaashi~

He sat there hands clutching his slacks as he watched his boss flip through another manuscript. After minutes of deliberation his boss closed the copy and folded his hands across his face. With a heavy sigh he started. "It's not bad work Akaashi...it just...it isn't what we're looking for right now." As he listens to his boss break his manuscript down all he can think about is the pounding in the back of his head. Yet another failed manuscript. Another part of the plan ruined. He hears a tap on the desk and moves his eyes to meet his boss. "You're a great writer...you have great potential, but what we want to see is something a lot less dark and a lot more relatable." Akaashi nodded before collecting his things and walking out of the office.

Hours later Akaashi could be found scouring through the boxes from his parents house scattered around the extra bedroom of his apartment. The smell of old books taking over what used to smell like lavender and rose. As he sifted through his old things he found pictures of his first years in college; his fingers caught a picture of him and Michi on his graduation day. He stared at the photo for minutes analyzing every little detail. He noticed the way her eyes looked up at him with a glint that could be perceived as devious and misleading. On his own face he noticed a look of pure puppy love and adoration. Shaking his head he tossed the picture to the floor and continued his sifting. His mind wandered back to before his internship started; when he and Michi were a part of the same plan. How could he have known that she wanted more than what they had set out to do? When he met her, he believed he had found a kindred spirit. Someone who understood him and his need to control every aspect of his life. They promised after all, when she graduated and he proposed, they promised to get through it all together.

With each failed manuscript came another chip in what was perceived as the "perfect" relationship. Until one day, he opened the door to a bare apartment and a note. It was the first time he cried since he had been a small child.

Pulling his focus back to the task at hand, he stumbles on a picture frame. In that frame is a picture of him with his arms wrapped around you as you commemorate your first day of high school. Your uniforms are ruffled and your hair is in disarray; but you had never looked more beautiful than you did in that moment. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. You had stolen his onigiri and he chased you across the courtyard. When he finally caught up you had already stuffed the entirety of it in your mouth and wouldn’t stop cackling about it. A student from the photography club asked if they could take your photo and you simply couldn’t refuse. And there it was, a memory frozen in time with his hands around your waist as you tilted your chin eyes full of love and adoration only for him.

With a snap of his fingers he scrambled out of the bedroom bringing the picture frame and a photo album with him. He sits at his desk, computer screen open to a blank word document and begins typing. His very first words:

~PINKY PROMISE~

PART IV|PART VI:

[princessofoceanandstars]

Lies

I knew I said never again

am I falling for your lies,

yet here we are

how little it takes for me

to forget the past

just my name whispered in the night

followed by the three magical words

and I am your again

[obrapublica]

Un hueso / un corazón / una promesa / la ley

Iban a necesitar mis dedos pero yo necesitaba más tiempo. Necesitaba más tiempo para extirpar de mi mente la imagen de tus enormes ojos grises y tu piel pálida-azulada estallando en un mar negro cuando te dije, -sí, prometí nunca dejarte, mi amor, pero eso fue antes. Sollozando me dijiste, -¿antes de qué, de que te ayudara a dejarlo? Y yo te dije, -no nena, antes de que lo enterráramos. Me impacientabas tanto porque eras como yo. 

 Necesitaba más tiempo para dejar de soñar contigo y pretender que no nos conocíamos. ¿Qué más quería yo que una lobotomía tipo 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' para olvidar todo y comenzar de nuevo? Pero, dejando la ciencia ficción por un lado, mi juicio era en dos días, veinte horas, y treinta y ocho minutos -para ser exactos- y yo seguía pensando en ti. En las promesas que rompí, en tu corazón hecho pedazos, en el cuerpo fragmentado de A después de que lo despedazamos. 

No tenía más que mi cuerpo y los barrotes de esta celda, y sabía que nada te sacaría de mi memoria. Fue así como decidí quebrar uno a uno los falanges de mis dedos. Les puse nombres para facilitar el proceso. Tenían los nombres de cada una de las diez primeras tipas en quienes tuve que bailar. Sentía cómo mis huesos colgaban y eso me daba libertad. Pensaba en aquel día en el viñedo con mi madre y temblaba de alegría. Veía el negro de los moretones en mis manos y pensaba en tus ojos-agujero-negro después de que te ___. 

Te ruego me perdones pues no tenía otra opción. Ese día tu me dijiste ya no ser mi amiga y allí supe que nuestra complicidad había terminado (y entonces yo te dije, -siempre, y tú me respondiste -eso fue antes). Sin falanges, tendrán que posponer mi juicio ya que no podrán usar el polígrafo. Así tendré más tiempo de dejar de ser perseguida por la adrenalina de nuestro crimen mutuo. En este nuevo mundo no hay adrenalina, ni existes tú o existo yo. Nos aniquilamos mutuamente, y solo el espíritu de A es testigo (pero no, el detector de mentiras no). 

 Paulina

[marvelgirl7]

Chapter 2: Star

Wow the support for this has been amazing and I’m beyond thankful for each and every one of you showing this story love! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Sadness, hurt, Fluffy beyond fluffy, Ella and Lance Fluff!

Parings: Lance X Reader

Masterlist

Lance Tucker Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

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Lances' eyes just locked on yours. Taking a deep breath you just weakly smile at him.

“Hey, Lance... Long-time no see.” 

Lance can’t believe it. You're here standing front in of him...

“You had a daughter.” You nod as Lance stares down at Ella his heart hurt even more now. You had a daughter and you named her Ella. What lucky asshole got to live his life every day with you and beautiful little Ella.

“Yes, I do Ella come on we better be leaving.” Ella pouts she liked Lance.

“But mommy...” You eye Ella as she pouts at you. 

“Come on Bean.” Lance watches you be a mom and he doesn’t know how to feel.

“It was good seeing you Star.” You stop and stare hard at him.

“Don’t call me that.” You snap Ella looks at you strangely as you gather her things.  Lance sighs.

“Babe...” Your eyes flash to his as he just steps back. He shouldn’t call you that either, your husband... That’s right your husband would be livid, hell he’d be livid if someone dared called you pet names. 

“Ella sweetie let’s go.” Ella frowns she looks up at Lance with a sad face.

“Bye.” She says sadly as Lance watches you walk away from him yet again. 

“Ella is a beautiful name! What’s her middle name?” Lance finds himself asking.

You stop hearing him ask that you just shake your head as you keep walking. Ella skipping stops. She stares at her mommy and looks back at Lance.

“Olivia!” She smiles at him as she runs after you. 

Lance just stands there feeling a lot of emotions. You had a life and a beautiful little girl one you named the very name you once talked about. He feels his eyes water a tad as he shakes it off. 

“Good for you my Star.” He whispers his heart in pieces.

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Ella starts to fuss.

“Mommy! You didn’t give me my locket!” You sigh and pull it out of the bag. As Ella quickly holds it close she kisses it. You watch her as you two head home.’

“Mommy? You knew Lancie?” You sigh and nod as you two walk.

“How?” You smile small.

“We grew up together.” Ella nods a thought in her head.

“Does he know my daddy?” You stop as Ella looks up at you with those eyes.

“Ah, he did yes.” Ella nods at that. 

“Lancie has a Gold Medal like daddy!” You nod and smile as Ella tells you all about her day she was happy and excited. While you wanted to scream and drink an entire bottle of wine you couldn’t help but enjoy hearing your little girl's happiness. 

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Lance takes a breath as he knocks on the door of his old childhood home. He looks up as the door swings open his mom just stares at him.

“And he returns.” Lance weakly smiles as his mom lets him in. She watches him as Lance sighs.

“Hi, mom.” She pulls him in a hug and smiles.

“Hi, my son. Good to see you.” Lance nods his mom studies him as Lance just looks beaten and sad.

“What’s wrong? Not happy being home?” Lance looks at his mom and just sighs.

“I didn’t think I’d see her and then I do and she has a daughter and she named her Ella and it just...” 

Lance's mom just sighs she goes to get a piece of pie for him.

“Ella is adorable she reminds me of you.” Lance just nods he smiles small at that.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t tell me that she had a daughter? That she was happy.” He whispers.

“Lance I didn't think it mattered your the one who broke up with her and didn’t want her.....” Lance snaps 

“Didn’t want her in my life? That’s bullshit I still wanted to stay in contact I still wanted to.. to see her to....” His mom raises an eyebrow at him.

“To what son? You broke her heart. You told her that sweethearts don’t last forever and that she had to have known. You didn’t hold her as she cried in my arms. I wanted to kill you, Lance, that girl would have followed you to the ends of the world and what did you do? You’d rather be single to mingle.” 

Lance slams his fists on the table. His mom just stares at him. 

“I did what I thought was right for both of us. You had no idea none of you did of the pressure I was under. The image my coach and sponsors wanted for me. I did what I had to for me and her.” 

Lances mom just shakes her head. She walks back to the kitchen. 

“Well, I hope it was worth it. But I guess it all worked out in the end right? You got your fame, your gold medal, and everything. And she has Ella the most beautiful little girl.” 

Lance just stares at his mom as he shakes his head. 

“Yeah sure.” Lance sighs as he pokes at the pie his mom left him.

“Mom? Is she happy? Truly happy?” Lances mom just smiles sadly at him.

“I think she is I do think maybe sometimes she gets a bit lonely but Ella is her life she loves her.”

Lance nods and wonders why you’d get lonely surely your husband loved you right? A fury of anger surges in Lance at the thought of him not loving you like you deserve.

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Ella starts to pack up her things and pulls out her locket and smiles big at it. 

“What do you have there?” Ella looks up and smiles at Lance.

“Hi, Lancie!” He chuckles as Ella beams at him she holds up her locket  Lance squints and eyes it.

“My mommy gave it to me. All I have of my daddy.” 

Lance stops his eyes widen. All she has of her daddy? He gets on his knees and studies Ella.

“What do you mean by that?” Ella looks up as she kisses her locket like she always does her good luck kiss to her daddy.

“Daddy’s always been away for work. Mommy says his work is very important.” 

Lance starts to feel an anger surge through him. 

“You’ve never met him?” Ella shakes her head as Lance just wants to snap.

“Well, Little Darling his loss because I’d love having you as a daughter.” 

Ella just giggles and wraps her arms around Lance's neck and hugs him tight. Lance just hugs her back. He was falling for Ella and now knowing what he knew he wanted to have his shot at getting you back and making Ella his daughter.

Lance had a goal now.

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Jolene nudges you as you look at her.

“I know you probably don’t want to see but...” Your eyes go to where Jolene is pointing. It was as if someone had sucked all the air out of your lungs. You watch as Lance hugs Ella and she hugs him. Your heart is about ready to jump from your chest. 

“Have you thought about telling him,” Jolene whispers. You sigh and look at her.

“I don’t know. I... He didn’t want her Jo... When I reached out... And told him he never called me back.” You whisper as Jo’s eyes soften she feels sad.

“Wait he knew?” You sigh and look at her.

“I wrote him a letter with the sonogram and never heard back. I went to one of his matches and his coach said he didn’t want to see me and then I saw him with a girl and well... He didn’t want her Jo and regardless if he knew or didn't he broke up with me because his fame was more important I’ll never forget his words about how sweethearts don’t last and I should have known that.” You sigh as you wipe your eyes.

“He didn’t want me and that's fine but I thought he’d at least want her you know. We even picked out her name but... Lance’s gold and fame were more important.” 

Jo frowns and looks over she wonders though she grew up with you and Lance and she always thought you two would be forever. Lance even had asked her help in getting you a ring. Jo just sighs as her little one comes running she was a couple years older than Ella. 

“There’s my little Maggie!” Jo smiles big as she hugs her tight. You smile watching them as Maggie squeals 

“Auntie!” You hug her tightly. Jo smiles at you as you nod. She had always been your best friend and more so your sister. 

“Ella did awesome today as always.” You chuckle as your eyes rest on her and Lance. You sigh as Jo gives you a smile.

“Be strong you got this.” You smile as you walk over to Ella and Lance.

“What’s your favorite ice cream?” Ella giggles at Lance.

“Cookie Dough or Smore’s!” Lance smiles big.

“Mine too.” You stop watching them your heart can’t take it.

“Hey, my bean it’s time to go.” Two sets of blue eyes stare at you.

“I was just asking Ella here if she’d like to get ice cream.” You sigh as Ella pleads with you, her eyes giving you that look. 

“Please Mommy!” You sigh as Lance smiles.

“Yeah Please, mom.” You sigh and nod.

“Okay but that's all ice cream and we go.” Ella squeals and jumps around as Lance picks her up and throws her up and catches her. 

You watch them and just smile small but the pain in your heart creeps in. This could have been your life the three of you. 

But it wasn’t meant to be. 

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Well.... Has Lance known the whole time? What will happen next? Ice Cream!!! 

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[belovedxo]

diagnosed with psychotics and bipolar, because a bitch has to be crazy in this fucking bullshit of a shatty fucking lifestyle vybe lately. I CALL BULLSHIT ON EVERYTHING.

LOL don't listen to me though, I am mentally ill and I really probably don't know shit... and in real life look at me... you probably would do better so listen to yourself... you have the POWER TO MAKE CHANGES ON EARTH, yet shit still fucking stays the same or worse.

You have this position and you use that towards your advantage and you don't have the vision of understanding how YOU IN FACT ARE PART OF WHAT IS FUCKING EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING UP ON EARTH. Blame the fucking choices you make, and see how you can create a better lifestyle for yourself, TF. This is what is giving me a headache. Someone told me I have a lot of responsibility and I suppose this is it. GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER, AND STOP WITH YOUR FUCKING POWER TRIP= MAKING YOU DEADFUCKINGASSTRIP SO HARD. I know who I am, and even I have the humble perspective to understand I SHAT THE FUCKING BED.. SO since you have comfort and like a kush life thx to someone providing, start asking yourself... how TF are you actually going to be the change during these days?!??!? WHAT CAN YOU DO? Instead of keeping yourself busy fucking judging some ugly ass cunty bitch?!?>?!?!? TF?!?!??!? MMMM. Make good choices and make sure the path you are walking on has a good destination, and understand others are there along the way.

Taking advantage of someone= FUCKERY

Making rules for no fucking reasons, and no validity= FUCKERY

Targetting someone because you decided you wanted A FUCKING BURGER= FUCKERY.

GET A FUCKING LIFE.... AND STOP BEING SO LAME AF THAT YOU NEED SOMEONE WHO IS STRUGGLING TO CREATE SOME SORT OF LIKE DRIVE FOR YOU. MAKE THAT FUCKING MAKE SENSE. DID YOU GET TO WHERE YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU LIE, OR YOU FUCKING GOT WRECKED GETTING THERE. Im just saying easy says a lot. And I know easy vs. hard.

"when loving you hurts my soul" "I wont beg for a love that tears me apart" " I choose my peace this time"

-Ella Mai

[unfoldingmoments]

Broken Promise in the broken world

Promises are often broken because humans are flawed, limited, and driven by self-interest. People change, circumstances shift, and sometimes, promises are made with good intentions but without the power to keep them.

Why Do Promises Get Broken?

Weakness & Limitations – People overpromise without realizing they can’t actually fulfill them.

Selfishness & Deception – Some make promises just to gain trust or manipulate others.

Circumstances Change – Even well-meaning promises can become impossible to keep.

Forgetfulness & Indifference – Some just stop caring or prioritize something else.

What Can We Truly Rely On?

👉 Only God’s Promises Are Unchanging. Unlike humans, God is faithful, sovereign, and all-powerful. When He makes a promise, He doesn’t forget, change His mind, or fail.

"God is not a man, that He should lie, nor a son of man, that He should change His mind. Does He speak and then not act? Does He promise and not fulfill?" – Numbers 23:19

So, what can we be assured of? 🔹 God’s love never fails. (Romans 8:38-39) 🔹 He will never leave us. (Hebrews 13:5) 🔹 Justice will come, even if it seems delayed. (Isaiah 30:18) 🔹 Eternal life is secured for those who believe in Him. (John 3:16)

How Do We Live Knowing Humans Will Fail Us?

Be discerning – Trust people, but don’t be naive.

Forgive, but don’t be blind – Learn from broken promises without letting bitterness consume you.

Anchor your hope in God, not people. Even the best humans will fail, but God won’t.

In a world full of broken promises, only God is our true assurance.