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lathoma3: forever valentines 💘
Lovely couple!
The other ✘ Grant Gustin Imagine ✘
✘ A/N: I wrote this one a long time ago after seeing the phrase ''I’d rather go to their funeral than their wedding.'' I want to write more about this dirty subject, putting the reader not as the cheated on - but as the only one who helped him to commit this sin.
Beta: @lyss-91
Being the other was never your plan.
"You... You proposed her?" Your trembling voice asked the tall man in front of you, fearing his response, even though his heavy breathing and the obvious excuse in his eyes were enough response. You still had hope.
In fact, you hated betrayals.
"(Y/N), I'm sorry --"
"You asked her to marry you?" You interrupted Grant, asking again. You did not want to know, but you had to.
"I did." He admitted, bowing his head in shame. And there went the hope, like a flower which was picked: in a second, beautiful and alive. In another...
Hearing that made your heart ache in the most literal way possible. In every romantic and dramatic film, in every poem and story, a broken heart was always poetic.
But reality wasn't like that.
A broken heart is sad. There is nothing poetic about being broken.
And now you knew that.
"How... how could you?!" You whispered, wondering if your ex-lover would even hear it. "You fucking proposed her!"
"It's not like that, (Y/N)! LaThoma began to talk about how Iris and Barry were cute and how they were going to marry with only two months of relationship, and began to be jealous of my relationship with Candice and then started to give me hints about marriage and shit! I'm so stuck with work that I wasn't even thinking straight!" Grant started gesturing nervously, trying in vain to show you that it wasn't what he wanted, that just had happened. "And I..."
"You what? Love me?" You said sarcastic, using your pain to hurt him. Maybe intentionally, maybe nota. Your Brain was too confused to let you know right there. "Just like you love her; with lies and..."
"(Y/N)..." Grant tried, feeling like he'd fall anytime, like his own height mixed with his feeling were too much to carry alone, even though he know that deserved it. "I lo..."
"YOU WHAT? LOVE ME?" You screamed in fury, utterly losing any restraint of patience. How did you get fooled like that!?
"OF COURSE I LOVE YOU!" Grant shouted, looking at you as if you'd said the dumbest thing in the world.
"NO, YOU DON'T LOVE ME!" You jerked his shoulders, making him stagger back. "YOU LOVE YOUR FUCKING BRIDE!" You shoved Grant back, but he held you this time. "You love her..." You said in a soft tone and looked into his eyes, anger fading to give way to real pain.
It's weird how feelings could change so much in little seconds when you are in a disaster.
"I love you, (Y/N)." Grant said, and you wanted to hit him and hit yourself by the acceleration that your stupid heart got, and by the childish belief that grew in your soul at those words.
You two spent almost a minute like this: Grant holding your arms, holding you close to him and your eyes dipped into each other, you post in his emerald eyes, the one's which looked at you at the midnight, got darker of desire, which captured your body or just adoring it as you were his whole world, which looked at your face when you came, showed you love, understanding, everything.
And Grant saw every single of these things in yours as well.
Maybe you will never know who started the kiss, but what matters is that it happened.
You both kissed desperately, trying to show love or God knows what was feeling for each other, but you pushed him away before anything more could happen.
"You love Lathoma, and I'm not her." You gave a weak smile, and it hurt to physically make that simple gesture. "I'm just me. (Y/N) And I'm not enough."
"Of course you're enough, (Y/N) You're more than enough!" Grant tried to approach you, but you just took a step back, keeping that painful smile on your face.
At that moment, he knew what you were doing: you were giving him up.
"You didn't let me finish, Grant. I'm not enough for you, but someday I'll be enough for someone and that person will be enough for me." You hugged yourself lightly. You were and always would be enough for yourself, and you really believed and knew what you'd be more Thanks enough and only for someone as you thought you were for Grant, you just really wished what this person could be for you too. "And you should go."
"(Y/N), no... Please, let me explain, I'll do it better, I will..."
"Break up with her? I'm sorry, Gustin. Breaks up don't require rings, so that's not your forte." You smiled wryly. "Go away."
"(Y/N), please. You know I love you more than anything." Grant begged. "I don't care what the media will think, and as much as I don't want to hurt Lat. I can't lose the love of my life, you."
Grant already had told you this, love of my life, but, somehow, this one was the most sad and true time. It was different, maybe Because it was the last time.
"Well, you should've thought of that before." You swallowed whatever hope and love you felt at that moment, knowing that it was time to return to moral values and the time to let it, you two, go. "Go."
"(Y/N)..."
"Please."
Maybe it was the bargain in your voice, or the pain, but something in your face made him sigh and nod.
"I'll always love you, (Y/N)."
And then, he was gone.
Like the last summer breeze before a rigorous winter.
And you fell.
As your body hit the floor, tears came out of your eyes and the full reality came to the surface. Finished. All. The good and bad parts. Everything was gone.
And you were broken on the floor, crying compulsively for a engaged guy who said that loved you.
Yeah, being the other was never in your plans.
And you wished you had followed your plans.
so incredibly thankful ♥️ first thanksgiving and many more to come. happy turkey day all.
Okay, I feel like I’m missing something here, but why do people hate LA? I know some it’s because she was being kind of rude at a convention but I’ve seen things in the tag and a lot of it just ... it doesn’t seem like it’s anything to do with that? Her tag seems to be filled with people who just want to hate for the sake of hating and I want to know if I’m mising somethng here. I’ve also seen people whitewashing her which... really isn’t cool.
I do kind of like her from what I’ve seen (but the shit at the convention I was heavily sideeying her for that) but has she done anything else? It’s hard to tell. One of my other favourite actors, his GF is horrid but you wouldn’t know unless you asked people who dislike her since it’s covered up and I was wondering if it was the same with LA or if people are being petty since most hate I see in the tags seems to soley be things in her instagram.
I just want to know in case she has done something really fucked up or if people just don’t like her persona or not.
@grantgust: She’s pretty. I’m wearing a UCLA shirt that says “You see LA”(Thanks @jonthoma). I love it for obvious reasons. And here, we all see LA. #dadjokesfordays
From lathoma3 instagram story 06/19/2017
i used to not like grant’s fiancé for the sole purpose that she had him and not me lol but like SHES SO CUTE I MAY LIKE HER A LIL MORE THAN GRANT NOW HAHAHHAA OOOOPSIE