#We Fell in Love Under the Cherry Trees

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader 18+ [6K] friends with benefits, but oh no! there's feelings. canon adjacent, kind of? smut, summer, car sex.

You heard the rev of the engine just before the headlights flashed over your bedroom window, casting shadows over your sheets, your own silhouette on the wallpaper. You didn’t need to look to know who it was, the sound of the car idling across your street, waiting. 

You did anyway, fingers parting the slats of the blinds as you turned off your television, grabbing a sweater to shove on, feet stuffed into sneakers as the knit fell to just above the hem of your skirt. A few months ago you would’ve rushed to check your reflection in a mirror, sprayed some perfume, dabbed on some gloss, maybe a cherry flavoured balm on your lips. Now, you just grabbed a set of keys from the dish in the hallway before you closed the front door as quietly as you could. You should’ve told your parents, you knew that. Hawkins wasn’t as safe as it used to be, teenagers getting murdered in broad daylight, an Indiana summer scape being used as the scene for some ripped off horror movie plotline. 

But sneaking off into the night with a pretty boy was all part and parcel of being young, wasn’t it?

The BMW was parked under a street lamp opposite your driveway and when he saw you making your way down, the boy got out of his car, greeting you at the passenger side with a kiss that he ducked down to give you eagerly before opening the door. 

It wasn’t always like that. The terms and conditions of this… situation, used to be a lot more strict. There were rules that came with hooking up with the guy from the video store next door. A casual fuck at a party became accidentally more and long gone were the days that you’d been pressed against a wall by someone who was more man than boy now, stubble scratching across your chin and jaw as you kissed him, tongues tasting like tequila, like cherry vodka and cheap beer. 

And you’d had enough sense left in you that night to pull away, gasping, panting, your hands in his hair as his snuck up your shirt, just barely, thumbs pushing nicely into your waist. You’d let your half lidded eyes drag across his pretty features and recognition managed to take over drunken hormones, over want. 

“Hey, you’re the guy that works in Family Video, right?”

And he’d nodded, smiling a little lopsided as his gaze stayed on your lips a second too long, loving the way they were glossy and bitten red by him. “Mhmm,” the boy had said. “Steve. You’re the ice cream girl.”

Not much else was said that night, not when the girl from the ice cream shop liked the way the boy from the video store tasted. You liked the way Steve held you, how he pressed you into a dark corner of someone’s house party, his eyes only on you even when there were so many other girls trying to get his attention. He’d walked you home when the sun was coming up, his sports jacket draped over your shoulders, your shoes in your hands. You’d written your number on his hand with an eyeliner pencil, smudged but there. 

He’d kissed you again when your neighbours sprinklers turned on, when the birds started singing from the cherry trees out back. It was a soft thing, too soft and too gentle not to mean much but when he pulled back, he squinted at you, looking regretful. 

“I, uh, I’m not looking for anything serious right now,” he confessed. Steve looked sad about it. “I don’t wanna lead you on— I just, there’s a lot going on right now, you know?”

You didn’t know, but you understood. So you nodded and shrugged, the boy's jacket moving against your shoulders and you could smell his cologne, the smoke from the party, your own perfume where it now lingered on the collar. 

So you said, “that’s okay. Doesn’t have to be serious, if we don’t want it to be. We can just… I don’t know. Hang out.”

Steve grinned that night, pleased, cheeks a little pink, ‘cause you both knew what hanging out meant. So he nodded too, told you to keep his jacket and that he’d get it back later, told you he’d see you soon and maybe he could take you for a drive or something. 

Casual, no labels, no expectations. No feelings. 

You were pretty certain that was the night you started falling for Steve Harrington. 

—————

You took Steve’s offered kiss with your chin tilted up, trying hard not to smile, failing when he held out a hand for you to hold as you ducked into the car. He shut the door for you, crossed the front of the beemer, lit up by the headlights, his white t-shirt hanging loose around his collarbones, threadbare and worn. His hair wasn’t done like he usually didn’t it, the messy strands falling across his forehead instead of pushed back. It made him look softer, like the Steve you’d grown to know past midnight. 

It had been months since that party. Months of hooking up on lunch breaks, using the staff room of the ice cream parlour to make out in instead of sharing food, rushing to Steve’s parked car to fool around in the back, letting the windows steam up, a sight too salacious for daylight. You didn’t date, Steve didn’t take you out to dinner, or the movies. You didn’t ask him too. Neither of you had met the other's parents, or friends. You knew a lot about Steve’s life, but you weren’t exactly enveloped in it. 

That’s how it was supposed to be. Just sex. Fun. 

But then Hawkins fell to scandal, a murderer on the loose, a boy you once knew from school. Weird goings on, strange sounds from the forest, news crews parked on streets, hoping for the latest story. Steve wasn’t around as much and when you did see him, he was with people you didn’t know as well. Nancy Wheeler, a kid called Dustin, Max Mayfield and another boy from the school basketball team. 

You’d watch across the street as Steve closed up the video store hours too early with Robin Buckley, rushing to his car with his friends in tow like there was some sort of emergency. So lunch hour sex sessions turned into late night drives, when the rest of the town was asleep and every house you passed was lit up by the street lights, by the aquamarine glow of backyard pools. 

Subtle changes happened first. There were still no dates, no talk of feelings. In fact, whatever was stressing Steve seemed to only be fixed by fucking you. He wasn’t rough about it, not mean, nor careless. But there was a different kind of urgency when he parked up somewhere dark and hidden, pushing his lips to yours and sighing hard like he’d been waiting all day to taste you. Eyes closed, forehead pressed to yours as he let you pant into his parted lips, quiet, soft noises mixing with the slap of his hips against yours. And when you were both fully dressed again and he was ready to take you home, he pressed extra kisses to your cheeks, your hand. 

He’d stare at you, longer than he used to, eyes filled with something you weren’t able to place yet and the boy would tell you to promise him you’d be safe. 

Steve would watch you until you made it inside, he’d do that all the time. But now he was in the habit of only pulling away when he saw your bedroom light flick on, your silhouette waving to him from behind the glass. 

After that, Steve took to kissing you more and more, sex not required. A kiss hello, sweet and chaste, a kiss goodbye, longing, meaningful - even if you didn’t know what it was yet. He was touchy, more open, talking to you and opening up when you’d get into his car and see the boy’s tired eyes. He’d tell you it was fine, that it was nothing for you to worry about. But you spotted a bat in the back seat footwell once, an old looking thing with fucking nails poking out the top.  

Steve had turned a little ashen when you stared at him, promising you earnestly that it was only for protection. You know, because of everything that was going on. You weren’t sure what made you believe him so easily, but you did. Night time drives turned into make outs broken up with Steve burrowing his face into your neck as you raked your hands through his hair. You’d watch him grow sluggish, words drowsy as he spoke about how the bad guys aren’t always bad, are they? And should we really believe what the cops on TV are telling us? And wouldn’t all of this just be so much easier if people had superpowers?

You weren’t sure what any of it was supposed to mean, but you’d nodded and dotted your lips over his hairline, letting him lean heavy against you until he scrubbed a hand over his face and coaxed you into his lap, telling you softly that he’d feel a lot fucking better if he got to make you fall apart with his fingers. 

You let him. And you returned the favour too. 

—————

You knew tonight was different by the way Steve was white knuckling the stick shift, antsy as he brought his touch to your bare thigh instead. He rubbed his thumb there, exhaled heavily when you covered his hand with your own. 

“Are you okay?” You asked him quietly. You didn’t dare break the quiet, the one that only came with driving out of town when the sky was inky, when the wheat fields whispered in the breeze and the bus stops stood empty. Hawkins was asleep, but there was something that Summer that made the town feel less than peaceful. Maybe it was the ‘wanted’ posters on every street light. Eddie Munson’s face staring back at you. “Steve?”

“Yeah, yeah, m’fine.” He glanced at you, taking his eyes off the road for a second or two. He looked heavy, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Atlas, the man with the earth on his back, cast in marble, ready to crumble. “Just a little stressed ‘bout stuff, that’s all.” 

It was the same answer he always gave. You assumed it was his parents - his dad and his relentless tenacity about his job, his future. Maybe it was Keith, giving him a hard time about shifts. Maybe he had a friend in trouble. You were ready to ask, to pry a little deeper when the boy said:

“You’re not, uh—  you don’t get headaches, do you? Like bad ones.”

You squinted at him, confused. You watched the streetlights run over his features, casting the boy in a white-yellow glow before they stopped completely, signalling you’d reached the edge of town. The water tower passed you both by, only fields, the road and stars for company now. 

“Um, no more than anyone else who works with sugar loaded ice cream and six year old customers all day,” you joked. “Why?”

Steve didn’t laugh, shit, he didn’t even smile. He looked as serious as before and he ignored your question in favour of asking his own. His hand squeezed at your knee, affectionate, his thumb running circles into the inside of your leg before he had to let go to shift gears. “You don’t have nightmares, do you?”

You were really confused now. You leaned back against the door, watching as empty farm pastures blurred past Steve’s face. His lips were pressed right, concern in every part of his face, drawn in there like it was permanent. He looked tired, scared. Your throat drew tight. “Steve, is something wrong?”

“You’d tell me, right?” Steve was slowing the car down, pulling into an empty gas station lot that sat on an desolate road a few miles out of town. The place hasn’t been used in years, the pumps empty, the shutters on the windows covered in graffiti. But the neon sign above the roof still flickered, bathing you both in red and purple lights. “You’d tell me if something was bothering you? If you felt like…” Steve swallowed harshly searching for the right words. “If you didn’t feel safe?”

You unclipped your belt to lean forward, your hand resting on Steve’s thigh. Your brow was furrowed in concern, a worry knotting in your chest because you’d never seen the boy this serious. “Steve, what?” You watched as the boy exhaled again, a heavy, shaking thing and he looked at you with the most tender eyes. “Hey, hey, Steve, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

Steve swallowed, throat bobbing hardly and his face crumpled, frustration and worry easily read. He was scarlet lights and inky shadows, neon purple bathing the dashboard as rain started to fall on the windscreen. Light drops of it, dotting here and there until it got heavier and heavier, a dull roar against the car roof. Water droplets slid down the windows, racing each other and Steve tried to find the words. 

He couldn’t. 

“I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t really explain. Not right now,” Steve dragged a hand through his already messy and he truly did look apologetic. He looked so tired. “Just, please, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right? If you needed help with something, or, or, someone to talk to? You’d come to me, wouldn’t you? You know you can talk to me? About anything? This— this isn’t all sex, I know, fuck, I know it was supposed to be but, shit, we care about each other right? I, I care about you— ”

You nodded, eyes wide, moving as close as could over the middle console, the parking brake digging into your tummy so you could clasp his cheeks between your hands. You soothed your thumbs over the slight stubble there, eyes searching his, wondering if you’d find any answers there. You didn’t. So instead you kept nodding, hoping the boy would believe you. 

“I’d tell you, Steve. I’d come to you, it’s okay. I’m fine, yeah? There’s nothing to worry about, not with me, okay?” Your voice was urgent, hushed, a frantic whisper almost drowned out by the rain. 

But your words seemed to soothe the boy and he visibly relaxed, face leaning into your touch. “So, no nightmares?” He asked again. 

“No nightmares,” you promised him and he turned his face into your palm, kissing the skin there, the way a boyfriend would. It made your stomach flip, an undeniably tender gesture. “Are you okay?”

Steve nodded, eyes closing briefly to gather himself and the lights made the shadows under his lashes turn a deep ruby red. The rain splashed the hood of the car, puddles in the forecourt, purple lights reflecting back like an oil spill. “Yeah. I’m sorry, fuck, it’s just— I wish I could tell you.” Steve let his head fall back onto the seat when you moved your hands. “You must think I’m insane, right?”

You smiled wryly, bringing your feet up to rest on the dash, a move he would’ve told you off - semi jokingly - a few weeks ago for. “No more than I did when I first met you.” Your skirt gathered at your thighs with the move, pooling in the cradle there, cheap silk, lilac and more suited for a trip to the mall rather than a rainy night. But Steve tracked the movement, gaze dropping to the bare skin it uncovered before his eyes found your own again. “And for the record, Harrington, I care about you too.”

It seemed to break something in the boy, those earnest words, real enough to shatter, to make someone crumble in the best way. He punched out the breath he’d been holding and he leant his cheek against the headrest, eyes on you, amazingly soft. “I just wanna keep you safe,” he whispered and the statement made your heart ache. 

This wasn’t part of the agreement. This wasn’t even in the rule book. 

“I am safe,” you whispered back, brow still wrinkled in confusion. “Is this about Eddie Munson? The police are looking for him, Steve, they’ll find him soon—”

“Somethin’ like that,” Steve tried to smile but it was thin and tight lipped. “I didn’t mean to worry you, m’sorry.”

You smiled, still confused but eager to bring the boy out of his strange mood. You wanted to help, you wanted to comfort. “It’s okay,” you told him, soothing a hand over his thigh again. “You don’t have to worry ‘bout little, old me.”

Something in Steve’s expression told you maybe all he really did was worry about you. But he didn’t say anything more about it, not then. He just slid his hand over your own, let his fingers wrap around your wrist and climb up your forearm, tugging gently. “Hey, c’mere,” he whispered and you knew that look, you knew that tone of voice. 

Wanting, needy. Desperation coloured it this time, something new. 

He’d normally meet you in the backseat, lips crashing in the middle, a faux argument about who was on top that time. But instead, Steve just coaxed you onto his lap, sliding his chair back from the wheel to make room for you, your legs spread in either side of his hips. He seemed greedy for you, wide palms sneaking under your sweater immediately, the stitch between his brows softening once he got his hands on you. 

“Wanna touch you,” the boy sighed and he sounded far away, voice dreamlike now you were closer, like his worries had been eased. “Can I? Wanna make you feel good, think ‘bout it all the time,” he confessed, leaning in until his forehead was pressed to yours, his chin tilted up to meet you, noses bumping. 

You nodded, eyes falling shut because all you wanted to do was feel. It was easy with Steve, easy to close off the rest of the world and put all your trust in him. The cocoon of his car felt safe, warm and smelling like leather and his cologne, the hazy light filtering through the rain on the windshield, a kaleidoscope of crimson and violet. 

“Yeah, please,” you nodded and your voice sounded so much softer and smaller than before, like you were giving into it, like you were begging him. 

Maybe you were. 

His hands found the hem of your sweater at the same time yours found his, but you tugged at his cotton shirt with more insistence. You watched his face falter, like he was remembering something. You frowned, fingertips searching under the material for the familiar feel of his warm skin, the trail of hair that led down his navel and into the band of his underwear. Your brow wrinkled deeper when you found something scratchy, a crinkled band that seemed to wrap around him. He flinched when you pressed your palm to it. 

“Steve— what—?”

“Babe,” Steve tried to placate you with sweetness, his eyes worried, his hands holding your waist and pulling you closer. “Jus’ leave it on, yeah? It’s—”

“Are you hurt?” 

You couldn’t help it, worry and panic taking over and you hated that you didn’t listen to the boy but you were tugging up the hem of his top before he could protest. A bandage was wound around his torso, crisscrossing at his stomach, climbing up to the bottom of his ribs. There was a dark shadow under the right side, like there was a bruise hiding there, or worse. 

Suddenly, all the talk of keeping you safe seemed laughable. Your eyes watered at the sight of him, the skin that peeked out from the edges of the wrap a little mottled, an angry red mixing with green and yellow. “What happened?” You sounded distraught and the watery concern Steve that could hear was thick in your throat and it made him fucking ache. 

“Nothing,” he tried to lie, but he sounded tired, like all he did was avoid the truth. “I’m okay, I swear. I promise you. I just, I just took a bad fall. Bruised my ribs, caught myself on somethin’ sharp, or  whatever, but I’m good.”

You didn’t believe him. Your heart was telling you not to. But Steve Harrington was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and he was too exhausted to argue. You stared at him, saw how he pleaded with you, silent, hopeless.  

Your hands found his jaw, thumbs smoothing over the apples of his cheeks and held him like he was precious. He was. So much more than some guy you found in the dark corners of a stranger’s house party. Who would’ve thought?

“Are you in trouble?” Your voice wobbled. You felt helpless. You were trying to tamp down the ugly thoughts in your head, wondering about all the worst case scenarios, thinking about the kinds of people who could do this to someone. You wondered if your dad could help, if he’d give you some cash if that’s what Steve needed, the spare room, a way out— “can I help? What can I do to help?”

“No, no,” Steve answered with a new sense of urgency, eyes wide. “No, listen, you’re staying far away from it all, okay?”

The fact Steve didn’t deny that there was something to fear, that there was something he was caught up in - something he wasn’t telling you - made your worry spike even more. “Steve, what the fuck is go—” 

You were cut off by a kiss. A crushing thing, all consuming and it swallowed your words, your worries, your tears. Steve was warm all over, his lips just as hot, soft and plush and always tasting like mint chapstick. He chased your mouth as you went to pull away, an argument still on your tongue but he kissed you until you turned pliant, hands falling from where they’d been planted on his chest to winding around his neck. You made a soft noise of defeat when his tongue licked over the seam of your lips, your mouth opening for him, the kiss turning deeper. You took in the sound of Steve’s shaky gasps, the way his hands mapped out the curve of your back, the dip of your waist. 

Steve kissed you until you both couldn’t breathe. 

You pulled away panting, eyes heavier and half lidded than before and Steve’s were no better. He was trying to coax you back, his fingers on your chin but you were reminded about what lay under his shirt and your features were crumpling with concern again. 

“M’gonna hurt you, I’m too heavy,” you whispered, aghast, shifting onto your knees awkwardly as if you suddenly just realised you were sitting on his lap. “Steve.”

“No, hey,” Steve protested, squeezing at your waist until you sat back on his lap. He whispered your name, serious. “You’re not hurting— Jesus, stay please? I’m fine, okay? Please. Babe, please, just…” he looked up at you, words trailing off and lingering in the small space that was between you both, floating in the red-purple light. 

It was still raining. 

“What do you need?” You asked him and you tried not to let your eyes turn glassy but the boy underneath you was gazing at you like you were the first one to ask him such a question in years. “What can I do to help, Steve, huh? I’ll do it, okay?”

“Need you,” Steve managed to choke out and he looked lost, he looked desperate but his eyes were hungry and falling to your lips and god, god, his hands were trailing up the sides of your ribs and he was groaning softly when he found you’d left your bra at home. “I swear to god, I promise, I just need you.”

It made it easy to fall into him, lips pressed to his as you tried to hold yourself off of the boy, just slightly, enough to hopefully not cause the boy any pain. But Steve was having none of it, sighing against your mouth and tugging you forward, his hands gripping your hips, sliding underneath your sweater and along the waistband of your skirt. He groaned, a sound you knew well, his lips chasing yours as he kept you pressed down in his lap, the cotton of your underwear pushed to the denim of his jeans. You kissed him back, pliant before turning eager, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you resisted the urge to roll your hips over him. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” you whispered again and you sounded scared, worried. “Steve.”

“Shhh,” Steve soothed you with a hand on your jaw, tugging you back, keeping you grounded against his. His thumb was pushing to your cheek, trailing down to catch over your lip, his mouth ghosting over yours. Your noses knocked, breaths mixing. “S’okay, m’fine, yeah? You’re fine, babe.”

Steve watched through hooded eyes as he coaxed you into moving, a gentle back and forth of your hips over his and he smiled, nodding when you let out a soft noise, forehead falling to rest against his own. “There you go, there she is,” Steve whispered and it felt fond, it felt familiar, the way he spoke, the way he held you. 

It didn’t feel like something friends did, not even friends with certain benefits. Not anymore. Not with the way he was looking at you. 

“I just need to, fuck,” Steve let his head fall back onto the chair, chin tilted up to watch your face, the scrunch of your nose when something made you feel good. He was blue in the shadows, navy, inky. Scarlet skin, red cheeks, purple lights making him ultraviolet. “I just need to feel you, I’ve not stopped thinkin’ about it all day, I swear. Is that crazy?”

You shook your head, lips parting as you let out a heavy breath, the kick up of Steve’s cock in his jeans hitting your clit just right. You kept rolling your hips, slow, even strokes over him. “No, s’not crazy,” you let out a quiet whine, chasing Steve’s touch as he gripped your hips a little tighter. “Think ‘bout you too.”

“Just wanna— wanna switch off sometimes, you know?” Steve groaned when you reached for the button of his jeans, wrapping an around your waist as he lifted his hips and helped you tug the denim down one handed. “Bein’ with you, it helps. It helps so much. I just wanna get lost in you— baby—”

Steve cut himself off with a groan, eyes clenched shut and the term of endearment falling from his lips too easily. You’d ached as he spoke, staring at his soft eyes, the tiredness around them, busying yourself with freeing his cock from from his boxers until you knelt up a little and pulled your own underwear to the side. 

You were already wet from his kisses, the way he’d helped your rock your hips over his, but god. God, Steve was a stretch. The boy would normally work at you before hand, legs spread for him in the backseat so he could fit two fingers inside, his tongue and mouth helping ease you, melt you. Then he’d give you inch by inch, jaw unhinged and eyes dark as he talked you through it, telling you how good you were at taking his cock. 

Desperation won over this time, though. It took a little squirming, a wriggle of your hips and a sharp gasp until he was fully seated inside of you and there was always a dull burn as you did. It was worth it though, to feel so suddenly full, to watch the way Steve’s brain seemed to glitch at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. He moaned, brows scrunched together as he pressed his fingertips into your hips so hard you were sure he’d leave a lavender coloured map of touches behind.  

“Shit, shit,” the boy gasped out and he clung to you as you did him, pulling you into his chest so he could wrap both arms around you, big hands spanning across you back. “Baby, fuck, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

You felt breathless at the sensation, stuffed full, your nose pressed to Steve’s neck as he surrounded you, as he held you. You shifted, just slightly, adjusting as he throbbed inside of your cunt and Steve hissed sharply through his teeth. 

“You’re gonna make me fuckin’ come, ohmygod.”

You laughed, softly, not at all mean and pressed a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling closer as you stayed still, just for a minute. “Easy, cowboy,” you murmured. Steve’s hands moved to your ass cheeks, grabbing them, kneading them. “You okay?”

He nodded and you pulled back enough to see the way his cheeks flushed pink, lips parted and eyes flutter closed. The boy sucked in a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, you just feel so fucking good. You’re so warm,” he marvelled. 

It was getting harder and harder to stay still, your cunt clenching around Steve’s cock, making you both gasp, soft noises falling from each of your mouths and it was anyone other than Steve, you would’ve seen embarrassed at the wetness gathering at the base of his cock, coating the insides of your thighs. “Can I move?” You asked him, whispering. 

Steve nodded, too blissed out already, his pretty brown eyes getting that far away look to them. Hazy, fuzzy, dreamlike. He seemed less tired now, less stressed, less tense. So you lifted yourself up gently before settling back down on him, the tip of his cock nudging deep inside of you and it made you cry out, a strangled sound that Steve stole with a kiss. He kissed you through it all, hands everywhere at once, roaming over you, sneaking under skirts and sweaters to slide over your bare skin, like he was making sure you were real. 

There was a neediness to it all that surpassed hormones and urges. 

So you let him, kissed him back with just as much fervour as you rode him, hips moving slow and gentle, the pressure building between you both, filling the air in the car, filling the cracks between your ribs and it made you spin, it made you dizzy. You kissed Steve until he didn’t look so blue anymore, and when you pulled back, letting him mourn at your neck, your jaw, your chin, the rain had stopped and the purple light above the gas station was flickering. 

“Steve,” you sighed, your voice cracking, watery. 

“I know,” the boy mumbled back and he sounded the same. 

You were staring into his eyes when you came. One hand pressed between your sticky thighs as you pushed mean fingers to your clit, the other in Steve’s hair, holding him to you, anchoring yourself. Steve swore as he felt you tighten around him, pussy fluttering as you came, movements turning a little messy and unbalanced but the boy gripped you under the ass and helped you move through it all, fingernails leaving crescent moon marks on your skin. 

“M’close,” Steve groaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and you could feel the heat from his cheeks, the softness of his hair against your throat. “Fuck, babe, I’m so goddamn close, where—?”

You doubled down on your efforts despite your shaky thighs, despite how sensitive you were. You rocked over him, pace quickening, wanting nothing more than to make Steve fall apart. You heard him gasp, lips parting against your neck, heavy breaths falling over your skin. You held him to you, let him bury himself there, helped him hide until he could piece himself back together again. 

“Inside,” you told him and your voice didn’t sound like yours anymore. You sounded wrecked, wild, desperate. It’s not something you and Steve did often, in fact, you’d only done it once before and you’d both been too tipsy to really remember it. But you were on the pill and Steve trusted you as much as you trusted him. “Wanna feel it, Steve, please, inside—”

“Oh, fuck!” Steve gasped as he came, hips bucking up into you with a little less rhythm than before  and he abandoned his grip on your ass to wrap his arms around you again, pulling you in, crushing you to his chest. He held you, pumping you full, cock twitching as he cried out, the sound muffled against your cheek. He whispered your name, a prayer. “Fuck, fuck. Baby.”

You could feel how hard his heart was beating, your cheek pressed to his chest as the rain started back up, heavy drops on the car roof, more lines trailing down the steamed up windows. You could hear Steve’s soft pants in between, his breath huffing over your hairline. You felt the boy skin his lips over the same spot, his nose pressed to your forehead. 

“You okay?” He whispered and you nodded, pulling back enough to look at him. 

He looked so much softer than before, the harsh lines gone, tension released. Steve ran a hand over your cheek and you leaned into it, kissing his palm. “I should be asking you that.” You brushed a gentle hand over his side, where you knew his bruise lay under his shirt. “Did I hurt you?”

“Quite the opposite,” Steve laughed, soft, quiet. The rain was growing louder, heavier. He was still inside you, heavy, warm, big. It was a comfort you didn’t want to read too much into. “Feel cured,” he joked. 

You huffed out a breath of a laugh, smiling, cheeks warm and you winced as you shifted up on your knees and Steve made a soft noise, cooing at you as he held your waist and helped you move. You bit your lip as you moved your stretched out underwear back into place, your body burned at the feel of Steve’s come slipping from between your folds, warm, wet. 

“I don’t even have anything to help clean you up,” Steve murmured apologetically, but he would’ve been lying if the idea of you going home full of him didn’t make his dick twitch again. 

“S’okay,” you told him and when you made to move off Steve’s lap, the boy gripped your thighs. 

You looked at him, brows raised, because this was normally the part of the night where you fell back into the passenger seat, satisfied and a little numb, laughing over a stupid joke Steve cracked before he drove you home and kissed you goodnight. “Stay,” he asked, whispering. You watched him swallow roughly, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Can you just—? Stay here for a bit, yeah?”

You softened, eyebrows scrunching as you took on the emotion on Steve’s face, the shyness there, the hope. You nodded, settling gently back onto Steve’s lap and you reached out, smoothing his hair away from his forehead, using the gesture as an excuse to let your fingers trail over his cheekbone. Steve turned, catching your knuckles with his lips, a fleeting kiss. 

Then he sucked in a breath and seemed to ready himself, his hands on your hips again, sneaking under the fabric of your sweater so he could rub circles into your skin with his thumbs. 

“So, it all started with this girl…”

[gallusrostromegalus]

ok I need elaboration on pretty much all of those bankais that you haven't already talked about but for now i'm probably most curious about ichigo and hanataro? please, a measly few crumbs of context

The short version of Ichigo's sword situation is that he is D'artanigan to Zangetsu's Three displaced-during-the-fuckery-surrounding-his-parent's-meet-cute-slash-manslaughter-thing Musketeers. We got his dad's half-starved family Zanpakuto, The Family Ghost from his Mom's side, and a guy made in an evil instapot that wandered in here on accident and precipitated the whole enfuckening. They are untied in their goal of "Keep Ichigo Alive" but unfortunately they also have a collective IQ of Negative Four.

Reader: Gee Ichigo, why does the author let you have THREE Zanpakuto spirits?

Ichigo: That's nothing! Orihime has SIX!

Ichigo and Orihime's nonsense is connected to how The Almighty operates:)

Meanwhile, short summaries of Unohana and Byakuya's Bankai under the cut:

Unohana:

Minazuki is a sword primarily about the manipulation of flesh- healing injury, making better fighters by pushing the flesh to it's limits- This is a spirit that is distinctly VISCERAL in nature. It has mass. It has a very distinct body.

So it follows that, in order to supply injured patients with blood and drugs and new flesh and everything else, Minazuki is giving up some of her Mass. Consequently, the Stingray form of Minazuki is the SECOND one- she cannot create her elixirs and make new flesh from nothing. First she must FEED.

Which is why Minazuki's liquid format is acidic blood that devours anything organic. It's why Kenpachi!Unohana's bloodthirst was so bloodthirsty: she was literally starving for biomass to complete her sword's two forms and finally put her Soul in Balance.

In the fic, Ukitake is one of a handful of people old enough to remember "Yachiru" Unohana, and until Zaraki's arrival, probably the closest to understanding her. That Unohana and Retsu both understand the horrors of the flesh he lives with every day more intimately than anyone else in his life, and it's the basis of an almost sacred friendship between them. He knows perfectly well where the emergency transfusions and drugs she creates come from, and they have a standing agreement that if he predeceases her, she is to feed his body to Minazuki so he can pay forward at least some of the debt given to him.

He will not be the first of Unohana's friends that have been willingly devoured by her sword.

Byakuya:

Senbonzakura has been with the Kuchiki family for generations, passed from one head of the clan to the next in a sacred ritual that allows the Zanpakuto to bond to its new weilders and grant them the power accumulated with generations.

But for course, everything has it's cost.

Byakuya was not the head of the Kuchiki clan when his father Sojun died prematurely and make Byakuya the orphan heir apparent as an adolescent. He was not the head when he met Hisana in a grove of cherry trees in the middle of harvest, and fell in love with her He was not the head when he had a terrible row with his grandfather Ginrei and the rest of the clan elders about his elopement. He was not the head five years later, when on a cold spring morning before the plum trees had blossomed, Hisana died of a miscarriage.

One week later, when the plum trees bloomed and the cherry trees had budded, Byakuya came to his grandfather, head bowed and heart broken, and agreed to take up the mantle of Clan Head. His soul had already been torn in half, what was another half?

Everything has it's cost, and the price of Senbonzakura's power is the sacrifice of the weilder's own original Zanpakuto spirit, and by transference, the imminent death of the previous head.

He had known this day was coming, ever since his own native Zanpakuto spirit failed to awaken at the academy. At the time, he'd thought it a mercy that the poor thing wouldn't awaken and be aware of being devoured. But now, as he held the tiny, warm body of the spirit out to Senbonzakura, he could only think of the child he never got to hold.

...with Senbonzakura, at least, she'd be at rest with something beautiful that loved her.

Because Senbonzakura loves it's family, and in particular it adores Byakuya. It has, ever since Byakuya fearlessly climbed it's branches as a small boy, since he partook of the sword's fruits as a young man, and now, when Byakuya offered the most precious parts of himself to the sword with a sense of peace and profound trust. And Senbonzakura repays that trust in kind.

The sword's shikai release is the same, or at least similar for all it's wielders, but long-term friends of the family note that that is a LOT MORE blades than the sword ever summoned for Ginrei or any other head.

The Bankai is different every time. Senbonzakura is ready to give Byakuya whatever Bankai he wants immediately, but it's not until after he adopts Rukia and sees her fooling around in the family orchards when she thinks he isn't watching that he realizes the shape it should be.

It's name is "Senbonzakura: Sakura no Kaju-en" and it is beautiful and terrible.

Sakura no Kaju-en requires only that Byakuya pierce the flesh of his enemy or the terrain around him with one or more of his petal-blades. Once in the ground or embedded in flesh, the blade is transformed into a seed and an entire magical cherry tree grows from it, converting the Reishi and spiritual energy around it into its own mass. Since Byakuya is effectively wielding somewhere around 10,000 petal blades in his shikai alone, he can summon up to 10,000 devouring cherry trees, which will radically alter the landscape of battle and blossom into millions and millions of new petal-blades.

That is, unless his foe is unfortunate enough to have the blades penetrate their flesh. Then the trees will devour them as they grow. Even a truly massive opponent like Yammy can be mulched in minutes.

The trees initially blossom almost white, but as his enemies are felled and Senbonzakura drinks, the blooms grow pinker and then redder until they transform into deep crimson fruits.

It's a brutal Bankai, but a beautiful one. When Byakuya looks out upon the blooming landscape and tastes the sweet fruits of his efforts, it brings him peace to know the small, sleeping spirit he had to sacrifice is playing somewhere within, they way he saw Rukia playing in the family orchards that day.

[bro-atz]

cherry blossom [flower garden — seonghwa]

in which: seonghwa wants to take you on an animal crossing date under the cherry blossom trees.

pair: seonghwa/gn!reader

word count: 1.3k

content: fluff, romance, love, nicknames (baby), animal crossing references, a proposal, things that are just overall cute and lovely (like seonghwa)

rating: PG/PG-13 | safe for work!

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"Seonghwa, I don't understand what the big rush is," you told him as he dragged you through the city. "The cherry blossoms aren't going anywhere anytime soon."

"I know, but I want to get there before the huge crowd comes in since it is the weekend," Seonghwa answered while continuing to pull you along.

You rushed through the city before arriving at the park where rows of cherry blossom trees lined the park path. You let out an astonished sigh. The cherry blossom petals were floating down as the brisk, spring air swirled around you.

"Wow," you breathed out.

"It was worth the rush, right?"

"Yes."

Seonghwa's hand, which was originally firmly holding your wrist as he navigated through the crowds of people, slipped down to your hand, and he laced his fingers with yours before walking along the path.

The two of you were completely silent as you took in the beauty of nature. A couple of the petals fell onto your hair, and you only realized it when Seonghwa brushed them out of your hair. You looked at him and were about to thank him when you saw petals in his hair. You brushed it out, and the two of you giggled at how you both were taking care of each other.

Seonghwa led you to a clearing near the park where a picnic blanket was already laid out, and there was a basket sitting on top of the blanket. You sat down with him, your eyes wide as you thought you were just sitting on some random person's blanket.

"Should we really be here—"

"I set this up," Seonghwa interrupted you, a small smile on his face. "This was the main reason I was rushing, actually."

"Oh my God— Why would you do that? You could've just brought all of this with us when we left the home instead of coming here, setting it up, then coming back home to pick me up."

"I wanted to surprise you," Seonghwa said before diving into the basket.

You thought he was going to pull out food, but instead he pulled out your Nintendo Switches. You stared at the device in confusion as Seonghwa handed yours to you. He immediately turned his on and opened up the game he was previously playing— Animal Crossing.

"What...? Hwa, I'm confused."

"It's an Animal Crossing date," Seonghwa explained cheerily. "We're going to go on a date in the cherry blossoms forest while we sit here under the cherry blossom trees.

You couldn't help but laugh loudly— you knew that Seonghwa had been wanting to go on an Animal Crossing date, but you didn't think for a moment that he was going to take you out on a literal date before going on a date in the game. You turned your game on as Seonghwa got closer to you and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Aren't you uncomfortable, baby?" you whispered to him.

"Not really... I'd rather cuddle with you, but then we wouldn't be able to play the game."

Seonghwa was so Animal Crossing driven that he was willing to sacrifice comfort to play— fitting. You nodded and started playing the game properly, only for you to question Seonghwa.

"Whose island are we going to? And what are we doing?"

"Come to mine. I want to take you petal hunting, and I want to craft all the cherry blossom recipes since I unlocked all of them for the festival but haven't made all of them yet because I wasn't able to collect enough petals last year."

Hearing Seonghwa ramble about the cherry blossoms and the recipes that he was excited for so that he could renovate his home made you realize that your boyfriend was a complete dork. He was a cute dork— he was your cute dork, and you loved him so freaking much. Also, who were you to judge when you were just as dorky?

The second you got to his island, you and Seonghwa got to work. You chased the petals all through his island, the two of you getting slightly frustrated when you missed a petal, only for that frustration to turn into a fit of giggles; and every time you passed by each other in the game, you would both say hi to each other in real life but in the high pitch that the Animal Crossing characters would speak to each other.

If there were people around you watching what you were doing, they would definitely be judging you, but you and Seonghwa were in a world of your own, and you were having so much fun. Seonghwa was definitely right when he said an Animal Crossing date would be fun.

You would drop off the petals for Seonghwa to collect, and you sat on one of the chairs as you watched him get to work crafting every single cherry blossom event item. When he finished everything, you clapped in the game, making Seonghwa laugh in real life.

At that point, Seonghwa had sunk down so that his head was in your lap, and you were petting his hair as he clicked the buttons to craft every item. Not going to lie, his eyes were fluttering, and he was so ready to fall asleep from what you could tell, but he would shake his head to wake himself up then get back to it because he had to finish everything. Once he finished everything, he sat up and excitedly said, "I made the outdoor picnic item, so let's go on a picnic date!"

You couldn't help but laugh— he was really making you relive the events of your day in the game, but you loved it.

Seonghwa sprinted somewhere in the game the second the two of you left his house, leaving you standing in front of his house completely confused.

"Hwa, where'd you go?" you asked him in real life.

"I'm going to set the picnic up."

"Like... The same way you did today? Get it ready then come take me?"

"Correct."

You stifled a giggle then nodded. You stood around in the game and waited for Seonghwa to return to his house when he was ready for you. It only took him a couple minutes to return to you. You somehow managed to walk side by side in the game as Seonghwa led you to a clearing similar to the one you were in, stray cherry blossom petals floating in the wind in the game as well. Everything looked pretty similar to real life, except there was one difference in the game— there was a sign near the picnic. You approached the sign and pressed A to read it.

"Look up."

You looked up from the game to see Seonghwa kneeling before you, a ring box between his hands. Your switch slipped out of your hands and onto your lap as your eyes darted from the box to Seonghwa and back. You covered your mouth when you saw Seonghwa open the box to reveal the wedding ring he picked out for you, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

"Will you marry me?"

You nodded, the tears actually slipping out of your eyes as you gave him your response.

"Hwa... Yes. I'll marry you," you barely managed to say as you were overcome with way too many emotions in that moment.

Beaming, Seonghwa took the ring out of the box and held out his hand. You placed your shaking hand into his and let him slip the ring onto your finger. You barely had time to admire the ring— Seonghwa cupped your face, and you looked up at him to see his beautiful boba eyes shining and also welling up with tears.

Happy tears rolled down your cheeks as you and Seonghwa shared a passionate kiss under the cherry blossom trees, the petals continuing to dance around you.

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flower garden taglist: @eyeryis @sinnarols @k-hotchoisan @khjoongie98

networks: @atzhouse @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @newworldnet @wonderlandnet

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heart art & rain (drabble)

✧ gn!reader x hongjoong ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, fluff, dating ✧ word count: 774

You surprise Hongjoong with a cake & chalk hearts to celebrate your first anniversary together.

a/n: another part of me practicing to write under 1k words. today's suggestion was "hj & anniversary fluff." hope you like it 💕

As a child, your teachers would scold you for covering your school papers with little hearts and stars, but now as an adult, you looked proudly at the perfectly shaped twelve chalk hearts you had spent the last thirty minutes drawing. Each one symbolized a month you shared with Hongjoong since the two of you started dating — a big deal for you.

He didn’t know you were about to pick him up from his private lessons. Officially, the two of you planned to meet at the park to look the local cherry blossoms together and buy some snacks on the way. You checked the time again and pulled out the box with the little cake you baked with the help of your mom. It was decorated with hearts, a ‘happy first anniversary,’ and a squirrel made of marzipan.

When you sent Mingi a photo, he teased you that it looked more like a dog, but you were confident your boyfriend would know.

You inhaled deeply, trying to calm your racing heart because this was a little sappy, and you couldn’t change but feel embarrassed. It didn’t help that a woman came out first, giving you a frown before she walked off to her car.

A few minutes passed, and you stood there somewhat lost with your cake before finally, the guy who stole your heart stepped out.

“Surprise,” you called, holding the cake more forward.

Hongjoong stood there, confused for a moment, but as always, it quickly changed to excitement and surprise as he walked over to you.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting at the park?” he chuckled, his eyes looking fondly at you before paying attention to the hearts on the street and your cake.

It wasn’t a secret that cooking wasn’t something you enjoyed; spending time baking was likely proof of your love.

“You are so cute, you know! I’d love to take a photo, but you will pout at me, won’t you?” Hongjoong teased, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes, because you will post it in your friend group chats, and that’s so embarrassing,” you mumbled a little.

“I just like to make them jealous; nothing wrong with bragging about how cute and amazing my significant other is.”

It was hard to resist him with that excited smile that never failed to get to you, and you carefully handed the cake to him.

“Mom helped me a little, no reason to brag there, but we went with your favorite flavors and all of that! I brought forks too; we can eat it under the cherry trees.”

Hongjoong, a born artist, carefully moved the cake in his hands, and you could feel how you got a little nervous, but after a moment he nodded.

“Let’s hope there won’t be any angry squirrels; they might be confused why I eat one of theirs. This looks quite like the one I met the other day there."

You chuckled and shook your head as you placed the cake back into the box and looked at him. “I am sure they would understand.”

Hongjoong rested his hand against your cheek. “I am sure they will. Maybe they are more jealous than scared. How many people get hearts and a cake for their first anniversary? Even more so since you are all mine, best gift ever..”

Now there was his teasing grin, and he pulled you closer.

“I loved this surprise, thank you, Y/N. In six months, it’s my turn. I promise I’ll make it something special.”

As you were about to kiss, drops of rain suddenly fell from the sky. They didn’t announce that change in the weather at all. So mean! Couldn’t it have waited just a few more hours?

You looked with disappointment as your hearts were washed away, but suddenly, an umbrella opened over your head, and Hongjoong smiled at you.

“Sounds like you finally get an excuse today to cling tightly to my arm while we go for a romantic walk — just the two of us, a little bit of rain, and cherry blossoms. We will definitely look better than all those people on the TV.”

“I love the sound of that,” you smiled and curled your arms around him, making sure your bag was tucked underneath the umbrella. Hongjoong kissed your lips for a moment before the two of you walked down the road leading to the park.

And while everyone was rushing, trying to escape the rain, the two of you took all the time in the world, in your little bubble where a little bit of rain was more enjoyable than annoying.

[kakushino]

Omg, Congrats on 1k!! For your event could I request, number 1 (“Is this okay?”) with number 11 (“Stay still”) for Giyuu? SFW fluff with the rest of the scenario being up to you! (If its against the rules to choose two prompts, feel free to focus on number 1)

Have a mice day :)

𝕴𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖞?

𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱

AN: I chose to indulge you and did both, nonnie 😊 Thank you for the lovely request! You have a 🐭 day too! ❤️

It’s been a while since you’d had time to just exist together like this. Giyuu had been busy with his teaching responsibilities, and you were buried in your own work. At last though, your schedules aligned and allowed for a picnic date.

The day wasn’t too hot, or too cold. The sun shone and fluffy clouds chased each other at snail’s pace across the sky. There were countless flowers in the field, the tree you sat under provided ample shade as you relaxed on a blanket. All was peaceful.

You were pressed against Giyuu’s leg, him sitting up and fiddling with his hands. You couldn’t bring yourself to care what he was doing, as long as he didn’t move away from you. 

The sandwiches you’d packed were eaten already, the fruits Giyuu had prepared snacked on - full and content, you felt as if you could fall asleep. The lovely scent of flowers carried by the slight breeze lulled you further into easy slumber.

Before you knew it, Giyuu was gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up from your sleepy stupor. You felt disoriented for a moment, the warmth still pulling you further into relaxation but the movement of your partner finally had you sit up with great effort. 

“What time is it?” you yawned, blinking slowly. You squinted a little as a beam of light hit your eyes.

“We still have time.” You turned to Giyuu with a pout, you were having such a good nap too… “Close your eyes and stay still, please,” he murmured. You did as he bid you, trusting him.

He placed something onto your head.

“Is this okay?” 

You felt the top of your head, your fingers catching onto a- flower crown? You took it off to inspect it. A perfect mix of field flowers he had to have picked up on the way here, without your knowledge, the crown was fit to decorate a fairy’s head, not your own. 

As if sensing your thoughts, his hands cradled yours and he guided you to put the wreath back where it belonged. He leaned so much closer than he had to, his eyes warm and soft, a smile playing on his lips. 

The moment was coated in honey, so sweet you feared bees would come in to steal it all away.

He kissed you - a petal’s caress, a breath of fresh air - and you couldn’t help but to press against him, the sudden movement tipping him off balance. Giyuu clutched onto you as you fell, you over him, the feeling in your chest squeezing out of your ribs from the inside, threatening to burst.

You pushed yourself to your hands and knees to grin down at him, cheeks aflame and happiness on your tongue. The backdrop of sunlight streaming in through the leaves created a halo over your head, the flowers in your hair only serving to reinforce the otherworldly image in front of him. 

Giyuu never felt more in love than that moment with you.

Your friend had once said that you were each other’s cherries on top, and only now did you see it. He brought out the best in you and you the best in him. Balanced, as all things should be.

The requests are still open for a few hours 🫶

[smutracha]

Vellichor I

Mafia!SKZ Yandere!SKZ afab!reader POLY!SKZ 

tw: violence, blood, guns, knives, nicotine, drug abuse, alcohol, ptsd

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Third person POV:

Y/n loved the smell of this little bookstore she visited every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, the smell of coffee wafting past her as she sat under the magnificent cherry blossom tree with her new book of the week. This same tree that had sheltered her in rain and covered her in petals while she was just a student and new to the country and even now as an adult.

And when she abandons her beloved tree, he knows it is not for long. She will be back with a fresh tea and a pastry, and for him a brand new poem. So, he watches her go.

“She is heading back into the bookstore, boss. I really got to tell you I do not think there is any reason to be watching her.” “It will dawn on you all the longer you watch her.” “I’ve been watching her for 6 months, she’s beautiful but what’s with the obsession.” “Just wait.”

“Y/n you know most kids your age go out drinking and drink coffee more than anything else, and why you insist on looking after that rickety old tree I don’t understand.” “Aunty, you know I grew up reading books back home, every second I had away from school would be spent reading. I love it. It’s an escape that I need. And so, when I moved to Korea and found this place and that beautiful tree, and when I saw that you sold the rooibos we sell back home, well I fell in love. This became my escape. And that tree became my friend. The hominess of this place makes me feel almost at home, like my soul is home.”

And after she returns to the tree with a poem and tea, she sits quietly, pondering a thing or two…

“Hey, I like rooibos tea too” “You know Innie, you suck at stealth” “Where’d you two come from?” “Oh, nowhere really” “You are so dumb” “I HEARD THAT YOU DOG”

“Are you guys ok?” “We’re fine.” “Just here to enjoy the scenery.” Oh, then sure sit with me. You want my tea?” “Yes please.” “Seung, you can’t just take her tea.”

And in silence the girl read poetry to the tree while the two mysterious boys watched. And when she stopped she announced her resignation.

“We should walk you home.” “Yes, a woman should never be alone at night.”

“Say what is your command captain?” “Okay, you’re sweet. Follow me boys.”

They walked for a while, deciding outside of a convenience store that late night snacks and soju would be an amazing idea.

A little further up the road they got to a tiny but cosy loft apartment, briming with greenery and books. Simple and earthy. That is what y/n is. That is why all this fuss about her existed, they got it now. They knew now, tonight they would see the way they needed her.

She went to put her TV on. Some show about a mother and daughter who drank loads of coffee came on, she insisted that Gilmore Girls was the basics of comfort shows. They decided that she was right, because this was her and she would be right in anything she declared to them. 2 bottles of soju later and she was gone, of course Innie and Seung only had like 2 shots each. So, while Seung was getting her settled in and comfortable Innie called the boss.

“Oh yes tell that pretty boy Jisung m with her right now. She is so beautiful when she is asleep, wonder what her lips feel like… who knows? Oh well, we will be staying over here to look after her and clean up. Y’all can meet her tomorrow. But God hyung, you were right about her.”

[orchideous-nox]

I love your stuff so much!! I was wondering if maybe you had some headcanons for some of the girls?? I'd love to hear them :3

Hi anon, thank you so much! This is so fun, I want to yap about the girls more often so I guess this is a good starting point!!!

Lily

I love Lily so much, since dying my hair ginger one of my favourite comments I get on tiktok is people saying I look like how they picture Lily which is the biggest compliment. I hc Lily as being bi and currently my favourite person to ship her with is Pandora but I have Chappell Roan related plans to write a one-shot of MaryLily. Lily's favourite flowers are daisies and angel's breath and you can find them in her hair during the summer. She loves to read either by the fire when it's cold or under a tree in the park in July. She's an omnivert and enjoys quiet study sessions with Remus where they don't have to talk but also is very happy to be dragged up to do karaoke with Mary and Marlene. Her favourite colour is sage green because it brings out her freckles and her favourite season is spring because she says "the air just smells different". Also plus-size Lily all the way!

Mary

Mary is a girl's girl. She is the one who teaches the younger students how to do their makeup and and is the chief hair braider. She has a diary the whole way through school and she writes all of her juiciest secrets in there because she knows all the gossip about everyone and keeps them all in the bottom of her trunk. Her favourite song would either be Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac or Does Your Mother Know by ABBA. She is the biggest flirt with everybody and the real Casanova of Gryffindor Tower. Her signature lip gloss is cherry scented and everyone is the group has had at least one kiss on the cheek from her which has left a pinky-red lip gloss mark there. If I was going to assign a fc for her it would be Rachel Chinouriri, I think she's so beautiful and the Mary vibes are just there.

Marlene

Marlene being from Manchester is so real for me. She grew up supporting Manchester United and went to the matches with her dad. She is the masc lesbian of my dreams (I saw someone who looked like her once and I might have fell a little bit in love) and they own the wolfcut. Marls can be sighted wearing a little top (baby tee/ tight crop top) and big pants (literally the baggiest jeans you have ever seen). When Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis comes on, she is singing the loudest. Marlene never came out, everyone just knew they are gay and when they got their first girlfriend everyone just shrugged and was like "cool". Marlene uses she/they pronouns and will punch anyone in the dick if they are mean to her friends. She absolutely adores Dorcas and is like "my girlfriend" at any opportunity. You can catch Marlene dancing along to Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender because "he just gets me", she she will insist he is the only man she could ever love just to annoy the Marauders boys.

Pandora

My Ravenclaw girliiieeee!! If you couldn't tell, Pandora has really grown on me recently and I am slowly working up to writing a fic where she is in the main ship. Pandora being a Ravenclaw like Luna is so important to me and I hc her as a Rosier and is Evan's twin when I write her, but not the way that people normally write them. Pandora is very adamant that she is her own person and there is more to her than being a twin. She loves her experiments which we know from canon, she would have loved watching How Its Made (the tv show), and was that kid who would take things apart to see how they work. She collects insects like butterflies, moths and beetles and keeps them in a display in her room and has pet stick insects that she loves to freak people out with. Pandora would LOVE Paris Paloma, she's vibing with Labour and Notre Dame and The Fruits. Although I said I love shipping Lily with Pandora, Xenophilius and Pandora (xenodora) have my heart, I love them, they are my favourite straight-presenting queer couple. I think they chose the surname Lovegood when they got married (I hc Xeno as a disowned Malfoy) which I know a few people hc. I could talk about Pandora forever but I will move on.

Dorcas

Last but not least, Dorcas! She's the kind of girl who calls everyone babydoll (Barty loves it). She's such an it-girl and would be the person you see on Instagram posing in front of the houses in Kensington with her iced coffee. Dorcas is taalllll and has legs for days, models should be glad she decided to stick to being the office siren. Her favourite hobbies are judgingly people watching in the window seat of coffee shops, and taming her girlfriend to stop them from trying to fight everyone who looks at the two of them funny. Everyone thinks Dorcas hates them at first (even Marlene who spend months thinking Dorcas was rebuffing her advances), but she just looks at everyone like that, she shows her love by being mean. Dorcas loves to listen to Rina Sawayama, her favourite song is STFU!

I'm just gonna stick with those 5 for now because they're the ones I write in my fics. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to yap about them!!! <3

[izakiisdead]

“B-BUNNY EARS ?!?!”

ii there's no romantic stuff in this oneshots, just happy moments with team 7 (excluding Kakashi)

ii likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

Requested by : No one :3

Genre : Fluff (SFW)

Team 7 x Bunny Male!Reader

It was a sunny day in Konoha. You were peacefully minding your own business drawing in your room since there's no missions which means its a day off for you and the team.

As you were drawing you heard a knock at your door, you put on a hat to hide your bunny ears and rushed downstairs. The atmosphere went from a house to a mochi and sweets shop because your house is connected to the shop that your family owns. You were a little confused why is there a customer today, the shop is always closed on Sundays.

You opened the door thinking it was a customer but it was actually the rest of team 7. You forgot that you were supposed to have a picnic with them. Your ears perked up which cause your hat to lift up a little. Naruto and Sakura gave you a huge hug while Sasuke just stand with his arms crossed looking at you. You looked at him with a confused face and he chuckled under his breath.

''(M/n) chan ! Are you ready to go on a picnic we planned last week ?'' Sakura asked with a huge smile on her face. You nodded in return, ''Yep !'' You responded with a smile as you patted both Sakura and Naruto's head.

''Please wait for a moment!'' You rushed back in, leaving the trio confused but that confusion turned into joy and excitement when they saw what you came back with.

''Here !'' You made a drawing and a candy for each of them but you didn't make a candy for Sasuke because he's not really a fan of sweets so you made him his favourite snack, onigiri with a side of fish and tomato.

You saw his face lit up a little and it soon went back to his usual expressionless face.

Naruto and Sakura was crying tears of happiness. ''(M/n) chan.... WE LOVE YOU !!!'' they said in unison as they pulled you in a tight hug.

''Its nothing... lets get going now !'' You gripped your picnic basket tightly before heading to the picnic's destination.

~Timeskip~

The four of you walked together, you in between Sakura and Naruto, Sasuke is beside Naruto.

As you three were walking Naruto decided to ask you something.

''Hey, (m/n) chan, why do you always wear a hat ?'' He asked while walking. ''Does it look bad ?'' You asked him with a pout. ''N-no it doesn't! I'm just curious why.'' He responded as quickly as he can when he saw you pout.

''Well... I dont have any reason to do so..'' You lied. ''If you dont have any reason then... can you take it off ? I'm curious'' Sakura said as Naruto nodded. ''I'm curious aswell.'' Sasuke stated which surprised You, Sakura and Naruto.

''W..well I promise its nothing, I just think hats are nice !'' You said, nervously. ''Guys, lets just leave (m/n) and his hat alone. Plus we're already here.'' Sakura said with a sigh as she was pointing to our final destination.

The four of you sprint to the spot and properly set ul the picnic.

You guys are sitting under a Cherry Blossom Tree because its pretty.

The four of you enjoyed the picnic, Sakura and you were happily conversing over food while Naruto and Sasuke were just bickering about who can eat the fastest.

Naruto stopped bickering with Sasuke for a moment which left Sasuke a little confused. He thought of something mischievous to take off (M/n)'s hat.

He sneakly climbed up the tree and prayed to Kami he doesnt die doing it. After he properly positioned himself, he’s said under his breath that he’s going to launch at (M/n) Sasuke looked at him confused.

When he finally launched himself, you noticed Naruto's shadow and since you didnt have much time to react his body fell on you, your hat fell off causing your bunny ears to spring out.

Sakura and Sasuke was shocked about what Naruto did. Sakura, as fast as possible made sure you’re alright and gave Naruto a whack on the head for potentially hurting you.

You watched the two, completely ignoring Sasuke who was right beside you.

“Bunny ears huh?” He said in his monotone voice as he tried touching it. You squirmed and your face went red when he tried touching your ears. That’s when you realized that your bunny ears are completely exposed. Sakura and Naruto heard your squirm then looked at you and Sasuke.

Their faces lit up when they saw you.

“B-BUNNY EARS ?!?!” Sakura and Naruto said in unison. They ran to you gave you a big hug which flustered you. “You’re so adorable (M/n) !!” Naruto said energetically. “Un ! Un! Why did you hide them (M/n)? You’re literally so cute !” Sakura agreed with Naruto for once (joking joking ww)

“W-well I thought that it’ll creep you guys out-“ You expressed. “WHAT ?!?!” They shouted which made you curl up your ears. “Why would we be creeped out ? We literally have Naruto here, you’re the last thing that’ll creep us out.” Sasuke stated as an irk mark appeared on Naruto. “YOU !!!” Naruto shouted. “What is it loser.” Sasuke replied which cause Naruto to get even more mad.

“Those two will never stop bickering will they ?” Sakura sighed as she puts her arms on your shoulder. “Mhm, at least our group is quite lively” You chuckled.

“(M/n)” Sakura sternly said your name which caused you to look at her. “if anyone bullies you for your bunny ears remember that me, Sasuke and Naruto will always be by your side to defend you!” Sakura stated as she puts her hands on your shoulders , you nodded at her statement. “Thank you Sakura” You responded as you gave her your signature closed eye smile.

-FIN.

AUTHOR’S NOTE :

I’m so sorry for the lack of posts, Ive been really stuck in a writer’s block and now I finally have the motivation to write :’P

Here’s some of my fav ss ! :

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Hi friend! I got a Penguin request for you, his first date with the Reader if you don't mind! 🥹 I think he'd be so nervous about messing up even though he could never. I hope you have a grate day and take care of yourself! ❤️

OMG HI. I love your request. More more love for Penguin gimme all your ideas tho >:) I hope you like it, it might be a little short. But there will be more Penguin content this week <3

Picnic Date (Penguin x reader)

Penguin was a little bit nervous. It wasn’t such a big deal, right? So why was he running all day, preparing stuff, swearing every now and then? Shachi was chilling on deck with Bepo. Both of them were looking at Penguin’s behavior, chuckling. “This is funny to watch.” Said Bepo and were grinning. Shachi was laughing loudly. “This is hilarious. I knew it would be funny, but THIS is comedy.” You were sneaking behind them. “Why are you laughing at him?” You asked them and both jumped away with a loud yelp. Looking at you in shock Bepo stuttered an apology, while sneaking away. 

You were waiting for an answer, while crossing your arms before your chest. “You know he and his ehh effort for..ehm you?” Shachi said with a shaky tone. You furrowed your brows. “You wanna go into detail, Shachi?” “Ehh,...sadly we have to go…we have to help Penguin. hehe… PEN WAIT UP MAN.” And with that Shachi left with fast steps. You sighed. You saw that Penguin was stressing himself out the past few days. Whenever you asked him if you could help him, he was blushing and denying your help. Hell, he even forbids you to leave your room for today.

Penguin was still running around and suddenly he stopped in his tracks, looking at you and froze. You two looked at each other silently. Suddenly he screamed and ran towards you. “Y-You are outside your room. B-But I said I would get you, when I’m ready.” He shouted while his cheeks turned red. You giggled. “Can’t we just go for a walk, Penguin?” You asked him and he shook his head. “N-No! I -I’m ready.” He said and was looking at himself. “Gimme a minute.” With that he ran towards the Polar Tang, while he zipped his boiler suit half off. The sweet sound of your laughter fills the deck. Penguin asked you out on a date a few days ago. He was really sweet about it.

You had night watch together and you talked about your nonexistent love life. You told him that you never had a date…like ever. He was shocked and offered to take you out on a wonderful date. You agreed to it and he was smiling and panicking at the same time. His reaction was really cute and after that he prepared different things in secret. Spending time with him would be enough for you.

You were lost in thoughts til Penguin stood in front of you with a single rose in his hand. He had casual clothes on. “I hope you’re ready.” He said shyly and with tainted pink cheeks. You were surprised as you saw the rose. A blush was now on your cheeks as you accepted the flower in his hand. With a smile you took his arm. “I am always ready, when it comes to you.” You said and both of you left the Polar Tang. Penguin was pretty stiff the whole time. You both had a nice little walk and you tried to chat. But he was always looking away and stuttering. You pouted but as soon as you reached the hill with a giant cherry blossom tree, you were in awe. It was a beautiful scenario. Penguin prepared a little picnic for you. As you sat down on the blanket in front of you, you were looking at him with soft eyes. He wanted to sit down as well, but he was tripping over something, lost his balance and fell onto the picnic basket. “OH NO!” He shouted and opened it. It was broken. The food, plates and everything else in the basket, was cracked or broken or smashed. You were crawling by his side. “Are you ok, Pen?” “Y-Yeah I ehh.. I can fix it.” He said and was trying his best to save everything. You noticed a little notebook under the blanket you sat on. You reached out to get it and opened it. /Maybe someone lost it?/ you thought and after you read the first page you were shocked. Date Idea for y/n:

Go for a picnic

Cooking her favorite dishes and dessert

Watching the sunset

If it rains, cuddle and watch a movie?

Maybe Shopping

In a messy handwriting you could see that he scribbled all of your favorite things as well. Your favorite color, favorite food and dessert, favorite book and movie. Hell even, the different meanings of flowers so he could pick the best option. You looked at him, he was still trying to fix it. As you lay down the notebook you hugged him from behind. He was frozen and you could hear his shaky voice. “Y-Y/N what..what are you doing?” You snuggled into his back, hugging him closer. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He turned his head enough so he could see you. “B-But I messed it up. I promised you to take you out on a wonderful date. I was clumsy. I am sorry.” You let him go so he could face you fully. After seeing his sad expression you decide to cup his face with your hands. “The fact that you did all of this is enough for me, Pen. You took a lot of time doing this. You could never mess it up. Spending time with you is the most important thing to me. It’s the best you can do. Just stay by my side please.” You lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips. He was speechless. “A-Are you sure?” You nodded and soon enough he smiled while leaning closer and capturing your lips with his own. Your lips were slightly moving, but before it could be more intense and heated, you heard a loud crash and he pulled away. You felt teardrops on you. “Aw come one.” He was cursing and you laughed. “Then how about we go back to cuddle?” You ask him, as he tries to shield you with his hat. “I would love to cuddle with you. Maybe we can watch a movie?” He asked you gently while smiling at you. “We could watch a movie. We could also maybe continue the kiss, if you are up to it.” Penguin face lit up and he was blushing harder than before. He grabs your hand as he abandons the blanket and the basket on top of the hill. “THEN LET’S GO!”

[fullstcp]

"The Golden Years" by Joshua Bassett Sentence Starters

BITING MY TONGUE

"Silence speaks louder than I ever could."

"I can't breathe, I'm suffocating on my words."

"Maybe the story that's been left unsaid is gasoline just waiting for the perfect match."

"I just wanna love and not look back."

"Forget the promises we can't keep."

"I'm begging you to set me free."

"Can you blame me for that?"

"You're running your mouth, it's wearing me down."

"I'm tryna be better than I've ever been."

"Hope you got all that you wanted."

"I don't want revenge."

"I won't hurt you how you hurt me."

"I want this to end."

THE GOLDEN YEARS

"Time stopped moving the minute I saw you."

"I'd rather be fighting with you than alone in the city we knew."

"It was fun 'til it hurt."

"Now I'm terrified that I'll never find love like yours."

"I woulda held you longer that night when you kissed me goodbye through your tears."

"I woulda never left you alone when you needed me most."

"Those were the golden years."

"Dance with me under the cherry tree, darling."

"I'm still in love with the story of us."

"We were young, but our love, it was real."

DANCING WITH TEARS IN MY EYES

"I lied when I said I'm fine."

"Standing on the edge is something we'll regret."

"We're making a mess of the bed we made."

"We're playing with fire we already tamed."

"We shoulda known better."

"I cry every time our song comes on."

"Everybody's asking if I'm happy for ya."

"Nothing to regret, we went our separate ways."

"It's eating me alive to see you doing better."

"Maybe more wine will help me forget ya."

"Seeing you tonight, I'm right back where we met."

DON'T LET ME DOWN

"Don't you remember early September?"

"Our ship was sinking, we held on as long as we could."

"I cried on your shoulder, now I don't know you."

"I keep replaying it over and over."

"We made a mess, but we were just kids then."

"We fell off the deep end."

"I can't forget the way that you held me."

"You say you want me again."

"Don't you remember the hell we were in?"

"I haven't been the same since you left."

"Half of my heart is still there in your hands."

"If you pick me back up off the ground, don't let me down."

"How do I know that you actually need me?"

"You say it's different, I wanna believe you."

"Maybe this time is for real."

"Nobody loves like you did."

"Don't you tell me that you want me just to walk away now."

"Don't you tell me that you love me if you don't know how."

"Let's turn around."

"I won't let you down."

"We'll figure it out."

CHERRY BLOSSOM

"We talk too much."

"We're growing up but we're still young enough to crush."

"Say you're staying through the autumn."

"You bag the picnic, I'll pick you up."

"Is it too early to call this love?"

"I'll never ever get enough."

CIRCLES

"We've been here before."

"Your carousel hell got me chained to the floor."

"I've been falling for your sweet seduction."

"Can't believe you're fooling me again."

"I've been running for my life."

"I've been wasting all my youth on you."

"You got me goin' in circles."

"You're making me bleed but calling it love."

"You pull me close, but keep me at a distance."

"Where do I go from here?"

WILDFIRE

"Now I'm standing in the ash and broken dishes wondering where it all went wrong."

"Now there's nothing left of you and me."

"It was heartbreak to the third degree."

"We had it good and it was good until it wasn't."

"There's no, nowhere to run."

"We'll never make it out."

"We're too close to the sun."

"We let it burn and called it love."

"Would you look what we've become?"

"You asked for a light now we started a wildfire."

"We were reckless, we were young and we were stupid."

"We knew what we were doing."

"Two wrongs don't ever make a right."

"Don't look away."

"There's nothing left to save."

"Just kiss me goodbye."

"We're not gonna make it out alive."

"It's far too late to save us."

"Don't say it's all okay."

"It's too much."

"Just face it, we're dying."

"No point in even trying."

LITTLE RITA

"20 years going up in smoke standing in the ash of all you knew."

"I know this life isn't easy."

"You'd know that I will be right here."

"Home is where the heart is, and my heart is always near."

"I promise in no time that you'll be fine, and everything will be alright."

"Sometimes life just isn't fair."

"We're just glad to see you rise."

"Love is all that matters, anyway."

"I know it's scary, I know it's sad."

"No one knows how long they really have."

WOULD YA TELL ME

"I've been waiting."

"I've been wondering where you are."

"Say you're not too far gone."

"I don't know where my love went when you left."

"I don't know where my heart was when you were here."

"What if you're still in love with someone else?"

"What if you're still the one for someone else?"

"Would you tell me?"

"Sunlight don't shine now that you're not around."

"I don't wanna know who's taking you home."

MIRROR

"Where did it all go wrong?"

"There's blood on my hands."

"I don't understand."

"I don't recognize the face in the mirror."

"The face in the mirror isn't mine."

"Won't somebody help me?"

LOOK HOW FAR YOU'VE COME

"I know you can't see the light right now."

"You taught yourself to swim so you don't drown."

"Look how far you've come."

"You've been running far too long."

"Cry a little longer if it helps."

"You can't choose the place you're born. Your hair, your name, your baby clothes."

"Getting here, you did that on your own."

"I promise someday that it'll make sense."

[ddoxhan]

another life

I know I would love to just do laundry, take a walk in the park with you. in another life, I promise, we will.

word count : 0.5k words

genre : angst, fluff(?); two people who were each others' world and fate was against them; squint real real hard for that miniscule fluff; minji x gn! reader

t/w : none :)

a/n : newjeans world domination, and they've dominated me. SUMMERJEANS COMING SOON I'M EXCITED TO HYPERVENTILATE AND GAY PANIC OVER WHATEVER THEY'RE GONNA DROP.

to my dearest, I finally have the courage to tell you whatever I'm feeling for you. yet, I never had the chance to tell you in person. maybe I should have just sent you that text at midnight, maybe I should have told you about my feelings when we walked side by side at the park. maybe, but I didn't. was I a fool? I don't know, but I wasn't too sure about what I felt was right, was appropriate.

I didn't deserve you, who brightened up my life with her shine. the one who picked me up from my bottomless pit, showing me that there was no such thing as endless agony. the one who stuck by me even when I was closed off and hurt you multiple times, too many times, which I still regret till this day.

I was selfish, for wanting both your attention only on me, yet wanting you away from me because I was poison. you would do just fine without me, but I'd struggle to the ends of earth without you. I want you to be happy, but it didn't seem like you would be when I'm around.

if you were to be with me, I would be nothing but a burden, someone who couldn't make you smile. I live to see that bright smile of yours, for sure I don't have the right to take it away. but at that time, I didn't know you reciprocated my feelings, and I admit that I was dense to notice it. it's not every day that I receive affection and love, I wasn't raised in an environment like that.

receiving affection, made life so much better. receiving affection from you, made my life the best it could ever be. and I feel really grateful that I had someone like you in my life, someone who didn't mind my scars, my pain, just embracing me for who I am, what I am, and what I would be no matter what. I'd give anything to have you back. it didn't matter what it would take, because I have nothing further more to lose. wishing that I could turn back time every midnight, I know we are past that point of our lives, our time.

I know I would love to just do laundry, take a walk in the park with you. hold hands as we stroll in the night, share kisses under the lamp post, cuddle in bed on a sunday morning. it may have not been this life, but in another life, I promise, we will. there will always be a day where we'd be in each other's arms, whispering I love you's. a day where I open my eyes from my slumber and I have all the time to admire those features of yours, falling in love again and again with you.

tell me you're waiting, tell me you still like me, still love me. when I find you again, look at me with that same gummy smile you gave me when we first met. and say,

'I've waited for you, my love.'

because when I see you again, there will be nothing between us, just you and I. under that cherry blossom tree, where I first fell for you.

I love you, minji, more than you think.

[ryomku]

thank you satoru - gojo satoru

synopsis: Thanks for looking at the cherry blossoms with me Satoru.

character: Gojo Satoru

tags: gojo satoru x reader, gn! reader, one sided crush, angst, no happy ending, use of y/n, no curses au!

a/n: apologies in advance for any mistakes, english is not my first language, curse you gege this is all your fault, not proofread it's like 1 am y'all I'm just sad and stressed lmao

a/n 2: took some inspo from the song: 8 Letters by Why Don't We.

You are the one who knows me best and the one who hurts me most, yet here we are seeing each other.

“Why do I pull you close but then ask you for space?”

“Am I just hurting myself?”

“Why is it so difficult to tell you that I love you?”

Isn't it amazing?

Like every day we meet without missing a beat, days where we love and hate each other.

“Are we going to change it?”

We don't know yet.

“Can I touch your heart?”

“How can I get closer to you?”

Surely I won't be able to, knowing how you are like with a heart that's as hard as stone and cold as ice. Yet, you made mine fragile like glass I am at my limit and anything can easily break it.

“Will the day that I deserve you come by?”

Let me be your love.

It's always you, you're always the one who hurts me, you make an impact in my life.

“Why can't I make an impact in your life?”

I know that if I curse at you it won't hurt, I know that if I yell at you it won't matter and I know that if I leave you won't miss me.

I know you don't love me and I still want to keep trying to win you over even if it's in vain.

“Could you do me a favor, Satoru?” Although I wanted to look into your eyes at that moment, mine only focused on the cherry blossoms and the soft pink petals that fall softly and delicately touch the ground.

I know he doesn't care about me but I still want him to do one last thing for me, I know I've bothered him too much but this is the last thing I ask of you my friend.

“What do you want me to do idiot?”

“Could you take me outside to see the cherry blossoms?”

I know I'm asking a lot of you, but please just do this for me. I fell for you many years ago and I want to be in your arms this time once and for all.

“Sure, I'll take you right now if that's okay.”

“Perfect.”

Every look, every touch makes me want to give you all of me, but I can't and I never will be able to, I know, I know that I don't deserve you and that I'm not enough for you, but at least my dream will come true.

You took me by the hand to the backyard of my house, helped me go down the stairs and stopped every time I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I'm sorry to give you so much work for this last favor.

We walked to the other side of the garden and sat under the cherry tree, as always sitting next to each other. I didn't like it but since this is the last favor I ask of you, I might as well change things. With some effort I got up from my place and let myself fall gently between your legs sensing that you were startled by how sudden everything was, I took your arms and put them around my shoulders so that you could give me a hug.

“Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if I found a soul like mine?”

“What do you mean dumbass?” Those ways you call me don't hurt me anymore Gojo, nothing hurts me anymore.

“I would like to find someone who loves me like I love that person, I want someone who loves me for who I am and not for what I do or what I can give them, I want someone who understands me and is there for me when needed, I would have loved to meet someone like that.”

“You and your love things.”

I know you don't understand them because you don't feel it the way I feel it for you Satoru, I know you don't feel it and you won't.

The sky was painted in dark colors and the clouds looked even more beautiful than before. I adore sunsets and even more so if it's with someone I love, even if that someone doesn't love me like I love them.

I wanted to tell you what I felt at that moment but I know that if I do you will live with that guilt that you did nothing to love me more and I don't like when you feel guilty, I wanted us to have a future in which we continued playing and being side by side like we've done since we were children but Satoru I can't do it anymore.

If I could be half of what you think of me, I could learn to do anything and maybe then you could love me for who I am.

I always thought I was bad but look at you, you are the best, how much I adore you and how much I love you.

Thank you for all these years my faithful friend, my confidant and my love, I will never be able to thank you for everything you have done for me, but at least I enjoyed all these years by your side my beloved, but it is time to go, maybe it hurts you that I'm leaving or maybe not, but I want to think that I am special to you and that at least in some way you love me, even if it's just as a friend.

Thank you for letting yourself be loved without knowing it.

“Thank you for seeing the cherry blossoms with me Satoru, thank you.”

“No problem, I don't mind doing this with you Y/N.”

You very rarely called me by my name, thank you for doing it in the end Satoru

“Satoru, I adore you.”

For the last time I felt my face get wet from the hot tears that I shed for the last time and for the last time I was able to see the cherry blossoms.

Closing my eyes along with the last beats of this sick heart.

Thank you Gojo Satoru, I love you.

The white haired boy felt his friend's body go limp in his arms, tightening the hug on the other body to feel its warmth.

“Did you fall asleep Y/N?”

His friend was finally in eternal slumber, it's a shame that the blue eyed boy didn't notice and slept next to his already dead friend.

[moonlightazriel]

Bright as the Stars /// A Feysand Fic

Summary: Solstice comes around the corner and Rhysand has a special night planned for his mate.

Warnings: Fluffy and Smut

Word Count: 3,2K

Notes: My second year doing this and it's just as nice and funny as the first time. This is my gift for the @acotargiftexchange made especially for @itsthedoodle, i really hope you enjoy it, cuz i certainly did writing this piece.

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Feyre took a deep breath, the city smelled like cinnamon, freshly cut trees, and mint. The winter solstice was just two days away and she had some last-minute shopping to do, Morrigan happily chatted with a fae behind the counter, trying to get a discount on a pair of emerald earrings for Amren. 

She had gotten gifts for everyone, but she still needed to find the perfect piece for Rhysand, her mate. After the events of Under the Mountain, she felt the mating bond snapping into place as she was ready to leave for Spring Court with Tamlin, when they got back home, she knew that it wouldn’t be fair to neither of them to keep pursuing a relationship with Tamlin. She wanted to explore the bond and he understood, thanking her for showing him love and compassion and telling her that he wanted her to be happy, even if that meant they wouldn’t be together anymore.

He had helped her reach out to Rhysand, and as the bond had snapped for him at the same time, Rhys immediately made sure to bring his mate home, wanting to know her, to be with her, he needed her, and now that he had her, he would never let her go again.

She sighed, looking around at the kids running from their parents, and the snow falling from the skies, everything felt magical in Velaris, she would never get used to it, a tiny snowflake fell on her open hand and she admired the intricate pattern it had. A warm hand squeezed her shoulders and she turned, to see Mor with the biggest grin and a box with the earrings in between her fingers. 

“We need to have hot chocolate, I’m freezing.” Mor said, walking towards one of the many coffee shops, filled with clients enjoying their meals. “This is the best one in the city, go have a seat, I’ll order for us.” 

Conversations filled her ears, and she just enjoyed the smell of fresh coffee beans, and cherry from a pretty pastry a few tables away. Feyre then thought of her sisters, Rhys was sending them money every month, and she wanted to visit but would her sisters welcome her? Years of sadness and loneliness filled her chest but she tried to shake the feelings away, they were doing just fine. And Feyre now had people who cared about her, people who would never leave her alone again. 

“Here.” Morrigan placed a plate with a chocolate chip cookie in it, and a steaming mug of hot chocolate, Feyre reached for the mug, the nice warmth spread on her hands even through the glove and she took a sip, the creamy texture melted in her tongue, her tastebuds almost hummed in delight with the flavor.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever had.” Feyre hummed and Morrigan giggled, taking a bite of her cookie. 

“Are you excited for your first solstice? With your new life and everything.” Her intense brown eyes scanned the freckles that peppered her nose. 

“It feels weird to be getting gifts for everyone when I couldn’t even afford to feed myself a few years back.” Morrigan silently nodded, feeling her heart squeeze in her chest whenever she thought about how much Feyre had to fight to survive, proud filled her then, as she looked at her friend, stronger than ever and still gentle and kind. “But it also feels nice feeling that I belong somewhere.” Feyre gave her a small smile, to which Morrigan replied with a gentle squeeze on her hand. 

“You’re home now, Fey.” Her heart clenched in her chest, she hadn’t felt at home in a long time. She was thankful for all the sacrifices she had to make to be in this very moment right now. The hollowness and loneliness that filled her to the point of suffocating for so many years, is now gone and replaced by unconditional love for the family that chose her. 

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Colorful balls hung from the ceiling, decorated with glitter, a very sticky one that glued to Feyre’s fingers and hair, Rhys watched as the light would sometimes refract on the sparkly substance, making the female glow in front of his eyes. 

“Cassian, if you drop those damned lights again, I’ll hang you instead.” Azriel hissed, making the room burst into laughter, but Rhys could only watch the little dimples in the corners of her mouth and the slight scrunch of her blue eyes, as she curled forward, laughing with joy at Azriel's annoyed stance. He playfully rolled his eyes and kept trying to hang the lights that pooled at his feet. 

Feyre scanned the room, the inner circle helping set the decorations in the House of Wind. She was excited for the Winter Solstice, for the first time since she could remember, she would have a proper celebration, Elain would always braid her hair and place a flower behind her ear, claiming that Feyre’s special day should always be celebrated despite the conditions they had. 

Mor offered her another glass filled with wine and she took a sip, the sweet grapery taste filled her mouth and she shook her head a bit, she was never the strongest for alcohol, and with the few sips she already had, she felt her cheeks getting warmer. 

“Having fun, pretty girl?” Rhysand purred into her mind and her eyes darted toward him, the blush getting more intense as she noticed how he was already looking at her, she didn’t know why, but whenever he looked at her like that, like she was the only female he could ever love, she would get shy under his gaze, but she loved it anyway. 

“Are you?” She replied in his mind, wiggling her eyebrows at him. He smiled at her, shaking his head as he approached her, cradling her pretty face, stroking her cheek to wipe some of the glitter, and placing a stubborn strand of hair behind her pointy ear again. 

“I know you’re excited about the solstice tomorrow night, but I think it’s a nice time to let you know I have different plans.” Those big blue eyes blinked at him in confusion.

“I thought we were going to be spending here, with our family.” Rhysand almost dropped to his knees, hearing her calling his family, her family, made his heart melt, and he sent a wave of love down the bond.

“We will, we’re having lunch with them, but I have a surprise for you.” Feyre almost started to clap like a happy kid, the thought of having a surprise made just for her made her slightly drunk brain fill with happiness, she couldn’t wait for it.

“What is it?” She tried, knowing very well that Rhysand wouldn’t tell her, she even went as far as to try to see it by herself but his mental shields were held high up. 

“Easy, pretty girl. You’re going to know what it is at the right time.” He lowered his head, and the tip of his nose brushed against hers, Feyre closed her eyes, waiting for him to close the gap between their lips, but she felt his warm lips on her forehead instead, and Cassian cleared his throat, forcing her to remember they weren’t alone in the room.

She playfully groaned, opening her eyes and starting to get away from Rhys, reaching for more decorative balls so she could go back to decorating the house for tomorrow night. 

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Her belly hurt from how much she had laughed today, the lunch with the inner circle was just like it always was, filled with funny stories from their past and lots of food. Feyre was still thinking about Morrigan’s jokes as she rubbed her skin, the strawberry scent filled the room as she rubbed the pink foam on her legs. 

She scrubbed her scalp until she was happy with the results, climbing out of the tub and wrapping a towel around her hair and her body. The fog from the hot water still filled her room as she stepped out, and a cold breeze made her shiver. She eyed her dress, a long black dress glued to her body with a slit on one leg and tiny sleeves that fell just above her shoulders. 

She sat on her desk, removed the towel, and started to style it in loose blonde curls, a shade of brown coated her eyelids, and some eyeliner and mascara highlighted her eyes, a nude shade of lipstick was applied to perfect her plump lips. Feyre stared at herself for a minute, happy with the result, feeling pretty. She finished her look with some ruby earrings and went to put her dress on. 

The dress was spectacular, making her feel like a goddess of the night, Feyre strapped her heels just in time to hear a knock on her door. Dressed in fancy clothing, Azriel and Cassian stood by the other side of the door, bowing to her and Cass offered her his hand.

“We’re here to escort you, my lady.” He said in a posh tone, making the three of them laugh. She took his hand, and he guided the way, with Azriel following close behind. They walked down the stairs of the Townhouse, Mor was facing Rhys, fixing his bow tie before she turned to her with the biggest grin. 

Rhysand was absolutely perfect, hair slicked back, and in formal clothes. Feyre almost gasped at how handsome he looked, she couldn’t believe that such a male was her mate, she was so lucky. In three quick steps, he was in front of her, taking her hand away from Cassian and pulling her with him. 

“I don’t believe that there’s anyone as beautiful as you, and I don’t think there will ever be.�� Feyre hid her face in his chest, feeling her cheeks getting hot at the compliment, Rhysand was always so good with his words. 

“You don’t look bad either.” She said and he ran a hand over his smooth hair. 

“I always look good, Feyre darling.” He pulled her closer by the waist. “Are you ready to go?” The female happily shook her head and Rhys winnowed the two of them, the cold winds and the strong smell of mist and night stars filled her senses as Rhys did his thing. 

The Moonstone Palace was decorated with little lights floating in the space above their heads, tiny snowflakes fell and the winds roared outside, but with the power around the space, they couldn't feel a thing, Rhysand’s power warming the place on a comfortable level. 

They headed to the balcony where a table was set with various foods and champagne, the stars shone on a veil of black in the sky, making the whole atmosphere even more magical. Feyre gasped, petals of white roses coated the floor, and Feyre almost cried at it, Rhysand still remembered how red made her feel even months after the events of Under the Mountain. 

“I have no words to express how much I love this.” She started, using her pinky fingers to wipe the tears that gathered in the corners of her eyes. “No one has ever done something like this for me before.” Rhysand pulled a chair for her.

“Glad to be the first, then.” He sat in front of her, flicking his hands and a soft melody started to play, Feyre looked around trying to spot where the sound was coming from but to no avail. 

The food served was a combination of green salad, mashed potatoes with sautéed carrots, roasted chicken with green sauce, and a little sweet bread accompanied the food. The flavors flooded her mouth and they ate looking at the stars, casually exchanging some words. 

“You have some sauce right here.” Rhysand licked his thumb, reaching to wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth, and applying gentle pressure on her skin, he took the thumb back to his own mouth, licking it clean as he kept eye contact with her, making Feyre swallow harshly. 

“I was always a messy eater.” She joked, remembering the times Nesta would scold her for eating like “a wild animal”. Rhys got up, extending a hand to her. 

“Would you like to dance?” The soft music was still playing in the background, Feyre allowed herself to be conducted by him, dancing under the stars, the slow dance made her heart swell with happiness and love, flooding the bond and Rhysand responded with his own feelings, such an intimate moment just for the two of them to appreciate.

Rhysand felt that he could be his true self around her, without judgment, that she would love all the parts of him despite how ugly they were. And all he could do was to love her in return, with every fiber of his being, he would love her until their time on this earth was over, and even then, people would still talk about the High Lord who loved his mate so much that he captured the stars, just for her. 

He slowly reached for his back pocket, hands grabbing the small box that was safely tucked away in his suit ever since he got ready later that evening. He pulled the box out, lifting it to the level of her eyes. The song slowly stopped and the eyes that had been closed during the whole dance started to slowly open until Feyre spotted the box.

Curiosity filled her being and she slowly reached for the box, opening it she found the most beautiful gift in the world. A crystal ball, held by a silver chain, glowing like a thousand suns. 

“You loved Starfall so much, that I thought that maybe you would want to have a star for yourself.” Rhys motioned for her to turn around, the crystal was cold against her skin as he clasped the piece together, turning Feyre again by her waist, he watched in awe as the star glowed against her skin, absolutely beautiful. 

“Rhys, this is…” She couldn’t finish as a sob parted through her open lips, tears of joy streamed down her face and she tried to control herself, but as she held the gift in her hands, it was almost impossible to stop crying. 

“I know.” He said, pulling her close. No words were needed when he could see the happiness that filled her eyes, how thankful she was for such a thoughtful gift. Feyre had never received something so perfect in her entire life, she would remember this for the rest of her life, and she would keep it around her neck, cradled near her heart for eternity. 

Feyre slowly lifted her head, lips quivering as she reached for him, closing the gap between their lips, his hands held her close as they kissed, a gentle brush of her lips against his at first, then slowly deepening the kiss, he guided them to a pile of covers and pillows resting at a corner, Rhys had intended that they would watch the stars and talk but if Feyre wanted to do something else, he was down for it. 

Laying her down, his hands slowly traveled down to her feet, strapping the heels off one after the other, then coming back up as he kissed her again, kicking his own shoes off. Her hands pulled the coat of his attire off, leaving him in just a white linen shirt. They kissed until their lungs begged to be filled with air. 

The smell of her arousal was driving him insane, he reached for the zipper at her side, brushing his hands over her right breast before he pulled it down, bringing the whole dress along. Her breasts spilled and he wetted his lips at the sight of her, Feyre was magnificent. 

“It’s unfair that I’m naked and you’re all covered.” Feyre pouted as Rhys finished removing her dress and underwear.

“Your wish is my command.” He replied, getting up and removing his clothes as quickly as he could. He looked down at her, where she lay with nothing but the star necklace illuminating her skin, and those mesmerizing eyes focused on him, Rhysand knew he was the luckiest male that ever walked on this planet. 

Feyre was ready for him as he got on top of her again, his finger easily sliding in with the wetness that pooled around her core, his thumb circled the bundle of nerves and she moaned, a beautiful little moan that hunted him ever since he heard it for the first time. 

“I need you Rhys.” She begged, her breath ragged as she looked at him. He nodded, grabbing his throbbing cock in his hands, pumping it two times before he slid inside her all the way down. She hugged him, preventing him from moving, just feeling him inside her for a while, the fullness she felt would always warm her body.  

“You are absolutely perfect, Feyre darling.” He purred, starting to slowly move his hips against her. Feyre cupped his face, thumb tracing his eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheekbones, and lips, Rhys melted with her touch, feeling the warmth that spread through his chest. 

He lowered his head, capturing her lips again, kissing her as his life depended on it, hips snapping against hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the whimpers she left, muffled by his lips, were the only things that filled the room at the moment. He kept moving, Feyre’s nails scratching his back as he made love to her. 

Rhysand caressed the bond, sending all of his love down the golden thread between them. Feyre felt the knot in her belly growing until it was ready to snap. He slid in and out, fast and hard, again and again until Feyre was clenching around him. Caging his cock inside her as she moaned his name, her walls milking him, making him spill his seed inside her, coating her walls in the white slick. 

He rested his forehead against hers, the two of them catching their breaths, chests moving up and down at a rapid pace. He kissed her forehead, meeting her blue eyes. 

“I love you.” He watched as Feyre moved her fingers, a velvety box appearing in between her hands, he smiled at her, he had shown her this little trick a few months ago. She popped the box up, revealing two identical rings inside. 

“Marry me!” She blurted and he felt all the strength of his body vanish, his knees almost buckling at the question, he expected any gift from her, but not the only thing he’d wanted the most.

“Of course, I’ll marry you.” He replied, feeling the tears in his eyes, kissing her on the lips, then he kissed her, on different spots of her face as she giggled. He got out of her, laying down by her side, pulling her to his chest. With the box in his hands, he reached for the smaller ring, sliding in her finger. Feyre copied his movements, sliding the bigger ring on his finger.

“Always and forever.” She whispered, his violet eyes met her. 

“Always and forever.” The two of them lay there, watching the stars. A shooting star passed in the sky and Feyre gasped.

“Quick, make a wish.” Rhys turned to his side, kissing her forehead.

“I already have everything that I need, right by my side.”

[theaawalker]

melodies in bloom. [crybaby x y/n]

Pairing: CryBaby x fem!reader Song Inspo: We Fell in Love in October by girl in red Word Count: 1,728 Summary: Your return to K-12 Academy brings a mix of nostalgia and apprehension, amplified by the enigmatic presence of CryBaby, whose haunting music and mysterious aura seemed to mirror the school's unsettling undercurrents. As they gravitate towards each other amidst the eerie backdrop, you sense that CryBaby holds secrets that could unravel both the school's mysteries and their own intertwined fates. Warnings: extreme fluff Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

The sun blazed overhead, casting a golden hue over the school grounds as Y/N strolled through the courtyard of K-12 Academy. It was a new semester, but for Y/N, everything felt familiar yet filled with untapped possibilities. She adjusted the strap of her backpack, the weight of her textbooks a discomforting reminder of the academic challenges ahead.

Returning to K-12 felt like stepping back into a suffocating routine.

"Fleur!" Y/N called out, spotting her fiery-haired friend chatting animatedly with Angelita under the shade of a cherry blossom tree. Fleur turned, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she hurried over to Y/N.

"Hey, Y/N! Ready to tackle this new year head-on?" Fleur exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious even in the face of Y/N's skepticism.

Y/N smirked, tossing her hair defiantly. "Sure, let's see what kind of chaos K-12 throws at us this time."

Angelita looked up from her sketchbook, her hazel eyes observing the duo with quiet amusement. "At least we can count on it being eventful."

As they walked towards the school building, Y/N couldn't help but notice the familiar faces of Celeste and Magnolia sitting under the oak tree, their usual air of sophistication and drama already in full swing.

"Did you hear CryBaby's back?" Magnolia whispered excitedly as Y/N approached.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued despite herself. "Already? I wonder what she's been up to."

Celeste rolled her eyes, stirring her salad with practiced nonchalance. "Who knows. She's always been a bit... unpredictable."

Y/N nodded, silently agreeing. CryBaby—Melanie Martinez—had always intrigued her with her unique style and the aura of mystery that surrounded her. Y/N admired CryBaby's individuality and rebellious spirit, qualities she found herself drawn to amidst the conformity of K-12.

Later that afternoon, curiosity got the best of Y/N as she found herself standing outside the music room. She could hear the faint strains of a piano and CryBaby's haunting voice drifting through the closed door. Intrigued, Y/N pushed it open quietly.

Inside, CryBaby stood by the piano, completely absorbed in the music as she poured her heart into each note. Y/N leaned against the doorframe, captivated by the raw emotion in CryBaby's voice. The song was a melancholic melody that echoed Y/N's own feelings of restlessness and longing.

CryBaby finished the song, her eyes fluttering open as she turned towards Y/N, a surprised yet gentle smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, hey," CryBaby greeted softly, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Y/N smirked, her usual spunk coming to the forefront. "Hey there. Didn't mean to crash your solo performance, but damn, CryBaby, you've got some serious talent."

CryBaby chuckled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Thanks. I guess I just needed to blow off some steam."

They fell into easy conversation, discussing music, art, and their shared disdain for the stifling atmosphere at K-12 Academy. Y/N found herself opening up to CryBaby in ways she hadn't with anyone else, drawn to the authenticity and defiance that defined her.

In the dimly lit music room's corner, Y/N and CryBaby found themselves surrounded by a hushed atmosphere, broken only by the soft strains of a piano melody CryBaby was playing. The room seemed to shrink around them, cocooning them in a world of their own.

CryBaby's fingers moved effortlessly over the keys, each note carrying a hauntingly beautiful quality that filled the air with melancholy and longing. Y/N leaned against the wall, her gaze fixed on CryBaby, captivated by the raw emotion pouring out through the music.

"You have such a gift," Y/N murmured softly, breaking the silence that hung between them. CryBaby paused, her fingers hovering over the keys as she turned towards Y/N, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice a gentle whisper that echoed through the room. Y/N stepped closer, drawn to CryBaby's vulnerability and the unspoken connection that seemed to bind them together.

"It's like your music tells stories that words alone can't express," Y/N continued, her eyes searching CryBaby's face.

CryBaby's gaze softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and understanding. "Sometimes, music is the only way I know how to make sense of everything," she confessed, tracing the piano keys.

They stood in the quiet embrace of the music room, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them like a delicate melody waiting to be resolved. Y/N reached out tentatively, her fingertips brushing against CryBaby's hand. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions stirring within her.

CryBaby turned towards Y/N, her hand instinctively intertwining with Y/N's, their fingers interlocking in a silent promise of solidarity and understanding. In that moment, amidst the echoes of piano keys and the warmth of their joined hands, Y/N knew that their bond was something beyond words—a harmony that resonated deep within their souls.

And as the music continued to play, filling the room with its bittersweet melody, Y/N and CryBaby found solace in the quiet communion of their shared passion and unspoken desires.

She turned to CryBaby, a playful glint in her eyes.

"You know, CryBaby," Y/N began teasingly, nudging her shoulder gently. "You're not as mysterious as you think you are."

CryBaby raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, really? And here I thought I had everyone fooled."

Y/N chuckled, the sound echoing through the quiet night. "Nah, I see right through you. Underneath that mysterious exterior, there's a softie who secretly loves cheesy romance movies."

CryBaby laughed, a genuine, unrestrained sound that made Y/N's heart skip a beat. Their eyes found each other naturally, fingers intertwining as they sat in the comfortable silence of the pastel parlor. Y/N felt a sense of ease and belonging she hadn't felt since she left home.

From that moment, Y/N and CryBaby's bond deepened, their unspoken feelings hanging in the air like a shared secret. An unsaid promise. To navigate the challenges of school life together, supporting each other's dreams and finding solace in their rebellious spirits.

Just then, a sharp feedback played in the school speakers. It must've went on for five minutes, way too long for Y/N and CryBaby to have to cover their ears.

"Attention, K-12 students," the Principal's raspy voice arose, "all must report to the grand auditorium for a final orientation before the hour. Any children who object will be sentenced to six weeks detention! ...That is all." So much for rebellious spirits.

As they walked hand in hand through the corridors of K-12, Y/N couldn't help but ponder how this semester would play out. Cruel professors. Power-abusing principals. Bratty boys. Cutthroat girls. Ghouls in ballrooms, snakes in covers, melodies of death, and worse. Despite the dissonance of their surroundings, she knew that her connection with CryBaby was a melody of its own—a vibrant tune that resonated with the beauty of two souls unafraid to defy expectations and embrace their true selves.

And amidst the chaos of K-12's relentless drama, Y/N knew that their bond was a testament to the power of authenticity and the magic of unexpected connections, even in that academic hell.

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Utopia | psh

Genre: fantasy!au, strangers-to-lovers, fluff, angst if you squint

Word count: 4.3k

Pairing: Seonghwa x princess!reader

Warnings: a fight against a fantasy creature, poor descriptions of a magic land, a kiss, pet names, possible grammar mistakes

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess—a little girl who brought so much joy to the King and Queen, and even to the citizens of the Aurora Kingdom. Everyone in the magical land received a godparent who swore to protect them, a fairy who had to tell them their future, be it a happy or a tragic one—yet, this princess was born with an interesting fate—one that, as much as her fairy godfather wished he could change, no one else but the chosen one could.

Seonghwa was sitting under a rich cherry blossom tree, getting more intrigued with every word he read. The sun kept on kissing his face with its warm rays, engulfing him in the summery vibe and making him lick his dry lips more often than not; yet nothing seemed to stop the pink haired boy from concentrating on the story.

Said princess was supposed to live a happy life next to her loved ones, but only for ten years. The moment the clock strikes midnight on her tenth birthday, she would turn into stone until twenty; and if the chosen one never shows, then everything is lost for the future of Utopia; the Aurora Kingdom would be left with no heir to rule the kingdom, and the unlucky girl will be petrified forever.

Seonghwa gasped a little when he read the unfortunate lines, lips slightly parted as he took a sip of his water bottle. It has been two days since he found the book scattered randomly in his yard; he thought some kids might have lost it, but when no one came to ask for it, he decided that reading it wouldn't hurt anyone. Right when he wanted to move to the next page, he looked in the direction of an old fountain, some broken whispers catching his attention. As much as he tried to ignore it, his kind soul knew better—so he took the book and went to the fountain, not minding to look behind him and see that he was being followed. He leaned over to catch a glimpse inside of it, seeing nothing but his handsome reflection in the clear water.

"Is anybody there?"

He shouted, bending over even more so he could see better what was going on in there—but that was the last thing he could do before he was pushed by a force and he fell inside helplessly, the water disappearing as he held the book tight to his chest and slid into the depth of the fountain, an unknown abyss waiting for him there.

"Sorry, Seonghwa. It's for the best." A red haired woman said, nodding to herself, before finding her way back to where she came from (more like disappearing into the void).

A wave of confusion and sadness found its way to Seonghwa's pretty face as he woke up in the middle of a garden, surrounded by red roses and so many other flowers—yet not even their sweet perfume could ease his mind. The pain in his back pierced through his body like a needle, making him wince, whilst his disheveled hair was getting in his eyes, making him pull it back rather aggressively as every move he made brought him more suffering.

"Yunho? Did you hear that too?" a deep voice was heard from afar, making the pink head flinch.

Seonghwa held one hand on his back as he shook his pants from all the dirt and dust they collected on his way there, turning his head to meet the sharp eyes of a boy, his blonde hair cladded with orange and red strikes as he gasped. He scrutinized every inch of his face, eyes laying especially on his pink hair. No one else had pink hair in that land, it had to be him.

"You are finally here! You have no idea how much we had to wait for you, it's almost too late!"

"I think you are mistaking me for someone else…" Seonghwa said weakly, looking at the man who wore a mischievous smile on his face.

"Ah, yeah? Go on the fifth page of the book you are holding so tight, let me know if I'm the one mistaking you then."

With trembling hands, Seonghwa gave one last judgy look to the stranger as he opened the book, silently reading the lines that marked his life.

Exactly when the clock struck three in the evening, the pink haired boy appeared in Mingi's well-kept garden, leaving the witch in utter shock. With confusion written all over his face and pain controlling his tired body, he flinched when Min—

He had to stop reading that right now.

"What time is it…?" He asked, praying in his head that it wouldn't match the one in the story.

"It's currently 3:03 in the evening."

His mind was playing tricks on him, it was just his imagination—or so he wanted to believe.

"Let's get you inside, you must be so tired!" Mingi cooed at the boy and grabbed his hand, only for Seonghwa to snatch it away from him.

"You are crazy. It says that you are a witch, this—this is all just a stupid trick of yours!"

Mingi wanted to protest, but someone else was faster.

"Seonghwa! Is that really you? You grew so much!" A blonde haired guy exclaimed, sticking his hand out so he could help Seonghwa stand up from the ground.

"He is in the denial phase, Yunho. Give him some time until I make some tea for us."

The tall boy nodded and helped Seonghwa get inside, settling him on a warm, comfortable couch. Seonghwa didn't waste any time and started flipping the pages of the book rapidly, in order to find something that would snap him out of it and prove this was not a dream. The only name he saw was Yunho as the words started to fade away from the book, leaving the pages blank.

"Seems like the book cannot help you anymore, Hwa. It all depends on you now. Our destiny is in your hands." Mingi said, an encouraging smile stretching his lips as he watched the boy frown.

"Let us tell you how this works." Yunho started, and for the first time, the naive pink haired boy was all ears. "The Queen and the King wished for a kid ever since they got married, yet they couldn't have one, no matter what spells and methods they tried. Suddenly, there was this witch that no one had ever seen—not even me or Mingi; she offered to help them."

"And desperately, they accepted. Yet, this witch had one single condition, to which the Queen agreed. They thought it would be something small, like having to pay some gold coins or anything; but no. The price she asked for was the princess' life." Mingi continued, making goosebumps rise on Seonghwa's skin as he listened to the two boys.

"What does… all of this have to do with me?" he asked timidly, looking at the two witches.

"You are not just a simple boy, Seonghwa. You were blessed with a heart of gold—one that can break the tragic curse of the princess. We all put our faith in you, so please, help us." Mingi said, while his hands were occupied with pouring the aromatic tea in some silver cups.

Seonghwa nodded softly, his head hung low as he felt helpless. He didn't want to disappoint, yet he had no idea what to do.

"You…" he pointed at Yunho: "You said I grew so much. Have we met before?" he asked the boy, who smiled and nodded softly.

"You were three when we first met you, I still remember how shy you were while holding your father's hand. You used to hide behind his tall figure, but when Mingi started to play with you, you forgot about everything."

Seonghwa was in awe. Every time he turned older, he would have the same dream about a beautiful land, cladded in a multicolored carpet of flowers and leaves, a magical land full of fairies and kind people; yet never did he imagine he would witness it with his own eyes.

"So how can I save you?" he asked, a determinate allure around him as Mingi and Yunho high-fived each other.

"The princess' godfather has the answer. Take your time to rest and bathe today. We will leave for the Royal Castle tomorrow, but for now, let us take care of you and your wounds."

Maybe living in the book you were reading didn't sound as bad anymore. Seonghwa loved helping people, and he was more than ready to discover powers he never knew he possessed. It all started now; he was the chosen one.

As soon as the rulers of the kingdom saw the pink haired boy, they didn't even let him bow as Mingi and Yunho instructed him; instead, they hugged him like their life depended on it (which was half true, cause their daughter's life was in his hands).

"Son," the King said, "we thought you would never come. Our daughter's twentieth birthday is in ten days. It was almost too late."

He thought before he could form any words, not wanting to annoy the king in any way: "Your Majesty… why am I the one who needs to do that?"

"Because Starlight, the witch helping Their Majesties, wanted this."

He looked in the direction of the voice, eyes meeting a green-haired boy, with porcelain skin and captivating beauty.

"You must be the princess' godfather?" he asked shyly, staring at the boy who nodded.

"My name is Yeosang."

Seonghwa nodded and lowered his head again, not bearing all the looks that were on him right then. He felt helpless, he didn't know what to do—heck, he didn't even want to be there.

"Seonghwa," the fairy asked again, looking at the boy with sharp eyes: "Have you ever met your mother?"

"I don’t really remember, my father told me she left us when I was a child. Is this relevant?" he asked, heart-shattering at the painful memory.

"Your mom is here, Seonghwa. The witch wanted you to be the one saving the princess because you are her son." Yeosang said nonchalantly.

Seonghwa's well-crafted walls came crashing right at his feet. He felt his knees weaken and he could swear that if the Queen wasn't fast enough to hold his hand, he would have fallen on the ground, the agony in his heart engulfing him as he wouldn't be able to move an inch.

"Yeosang, you shouldn't have told him such important information like that!" the King protested, yet Yeosang couldn't care more.

"I was trained and swore that I would tell my godchild their future, no matter how sad or how happy it is. It's only my nature." he said, and touched Seonghwa's hair softly. "Listen, Hwa. On Unity Day, exactly on the princess' birthday, you have to fight the dragon that's guarding her room. If you make it on time, we are all saved, but if you let yourself be defeated, we are doomed."

With these words, the straightforward fairy left, leaving Seonghwa to stare at nothing as the Queen caressed his back softly.

"Why does it have to be me? Can't you fight him?" he looked curiously at Mingi and Yunho, who nodded negatively.

"Believe us, so many of us tried. They didn't hold a chance against the creature—it knew they weren't the right ones."

"But we trust you, Seonghwa. We always did."

He raised his eyes to meet the Queen's warm ones, hugging what seemed to be the closest he would get to a motherly figure.

“How am… how am I supposed to fight a dragon? I never saw a sword in my whole life.” the boy said, engulfed in a way of gloom as he feared disappointment.

“Hwa,” Mingi started, “As soon as you see it, you will know what to do.”

“You got this, dear. All you have to do is wing it.” Yunho added, trying to give the boy the necessary strength and confidence.

"Fine. I will try my best to save the princess, Your Majesty."

With a last nod from the pink head, the King allowed him to rest, asking for the softest cushions and the tastiest foods for their special guest. They were all here for him, wanting to prove to him that he was worth the title—his mom would have never chosen him if she didn't know what he was capable of.

The long-awaited day had made its arrival. Seonghwa's body was covered in shining armor, hand gripping Callisto—the sword that The King had personally given him. He looked at his hand one more, the hand that was carrying the heaviness of his mission, reflected on the unseen silver object. Unity Day was an yearly celebration of the Aurora citizens, and today, he could mark it and make it even more precious, or destroy it forever. He didn't want to think about the later one, yet the bad thoughts were flowing into his head like the blood in his veins. He remembered the day he got here; how the sun put him into the spotlight in the same way it was reflecting into his heavy armor now, making him look like a star from above. A ghost of a smile crept over his face before he brushed all his thoughts and took composure, prepared to accomplish the mission of his life. The moment he pulled the knight's helmet on his face, it seemed like even the skies were cheering for him as adrenaline flew around him. Looking back for one last time, Seonghwa took a step forward to test the waters—then another one, more determined this time; he kept on stepping until he was facing the sleeping creature.

The dragon was purple, its scales gaining a reflecting effect whenever the sun's rays touched its skin; it sent stabbing tingles through Seonghwa's spine. It seemed to feel someone's presence immediately, sniffing and getting closer until its head got at the same level as Seonghwa's body. This is terrifying, he thought, but he could just deal with it now. Seonghwa swayed the sword softly into the dragon's direction, provoking it; and it only took one gesture for the dragon to start spilling fire and burn whatever was in its way. The boy took some steps back and hid under a rock—the only source of protection he could touch, yet it was soon shattered by the dragon's rage. The pink head gained some courage and moved forward, the sword ripping through the dragon's skin as it groaned, giving Seonghwa time to serve another hit; yet he was in danger. The creature's eyes turned into a dark crimson shade as rage could be read all over its face, making Seonghwa look even smaller compared to it. The boy started to run further down the hall, distracting the creature so he could hit it just a bit more. Right when he climbed a higher rock and was about to hit it in the heart, he lost his balance, falling down as the creature let out an evil groan.

The crowd gasped in shock as the boy stopped moving, leaving the dragon to bathe in its own glory. Was this how it all ended? Was this their tragic fate? It could have been, but only if Starlight wasn't witnessing it all. She could have destroyed the dragon with a little flick of her wand, yet she didn't want to—this was her son's mission. This didn't mean she couldn't help though—and that's when, while everyone was petrified in agony and desperation, her little work made Seonghwa wake up, aiming right for the creature's heart and hitting it strong with the sword, snapping it out of its distraction and seeing how its eyes lost their light, how it crumbled on the floor, defeated. With a shaky motion of his head, he looked around, searching for the one who helped him—and when his eyes met a red haired woman with a warm smile and a pair of blue eyes, his heart swelled with both pain and happiness. He saw his mother smiling at him for the first time since he grew up. He winked at her and went into the room, taking his knight helmet off in the process and seeing the petrified figure of the princess. Leaving his sword aside, he touched the stone softly, a small wave of electricity forming between them as he saw the little rocks crumble at his feet. He took a step back when the silhouette got engulfed in a strong light, making him cover his eyes as he got blinded by it; yet when he opened them again, he would have rather looked at the light. There she was, the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on; the one everyone waited for—the princess. He made it. Everyone came closer to the two characters, cheering for Seonghwa and for the princess, standing in front of them for the first time in ten years, flesh and bone.

There you were, in all of your glory. Your silky hair was braided with seasonal flowers, matching the ones embroidered on your long dress. With your skin covered in a pink blush, matching the guy's hair, you simply could not take your eyes off of each other. Seonghwa was always a believer in love at first sight, and if it meant getting goosebumps while feeling your heart make its way out of your chest, then yes—he might fall in love soon. You were no witch, yet you put the strongest spell on him—the spell of love.

"You look kinda immaculate for a person who was petrified for ten years." Seonghwa said bashfully, his fingers brushing over his nape as you smiled wide, flashing your pearly teeth at him before trapping him in a bear hug.

"You saved me! You… Thank you so much, Seonghwa. I knew you were worth believing in."

Seonghwa was still easily taken aback by how everyone knew who he was—he still had to get accustomed to being in a land full of witches, fairies and mind readers.

"Well… my job here is done, then. Happy birthday, princess." Seonghwa whispered and detached himself from the hug, starting to get rid of some armor pieces as he got closer to the exit.

"Wait," the princess screamed, following him: "Won't you stay for dinner?"

“But your family—“ he tried protesting, yet it was in vain.

“We would be more than happy if you stayed, son.” The King said, before gripping his long lost daughter in his arms like the most significant treasure.

It’s safe to say that the boy couldn’t say no to this opportunity; but before that, he had to find his mother again. His eyes roamed through the crowd, searching for the red head. He started running when he saw his mother trying to leave, catching her wrist, right before the gates could close.

“Mom,” the pink head said softly, “I think I deserve an explanation.”

She looked at her son with teary eyes, hands wrapping around his waist securely.

“Oh, dear,” she said lovingly, “let me tell you everything.”

This day started to mean a lot for Seonghwa as well, as it was not only the day he gained his sweet victory, but also the day he found out that his mother belonged to this world, yet his father was a simple human.

“I tried to bring you back, my dear son, I really did; but I could never find you, until the day I brought you here. By being the chosen one, you saved two lives; both mine and the princess.

Seonghwa’s pearly tears started to slide down his rosy cheeks when he found out his mom did all of this for him, only for them to reunite again. He hugged her tightly, his head on her shoulder as he couldn’t stop sobbing.

“And thank you for saving my life out there, my dear mom.”

Two months passed, and you found yourself witnessing the last month of the awaited summer; and along with it, the new feelings that started to build inside your and the pink haired hero's heart. Together with longing, because he missed his old house more than ever, he also had the chance to feel love, to feel welcome in a land he felt like he didn't fully belong to. He learned how to forgive—from watching his mom cast spells and create cures, to helping her and learning so many useful things for his magic blood. And last but not least, he learned how to love with every fiber in his body. He grew to adore the way your hand fit perfectly into his, like they were made especially for each other; the way your giggles would turn into music when they reached his ears, whenever he put a beautiful rose in your hair, right behind your ear. The little cheek peck he would get after giving you fragrant flower bouquets, or the midnight walks you two had around the castle, night robes touching the ground as you walked through a path of freedom.

Of course, you had a lot of things to unpack with your parents and dear friends, the court ladies, and everyone who served you—yet, you felt like Seonghwa was one of your priorities at the moment. Your feelings pictured the same exact love illusion whenever you saw him. You loved how his eyes would light up when he was listening to you, or the way his red, blushy cheeks would match his full, rosy lips and his cotton candy hair. You loved star-gazing with him, his head on your lap as you unveiled each other's past. It was a special connection—you had to let him know before he could leave you again. One day, you prepared a beautiful picnic for the two of you; jam sandwiches were laying on one side of the wool blanket as you settled some of the fresh pastry in the middle, pouring some of Mingi's tea (one that became Seonghwa's favorite) into the mugs. You were humming a beautiful ballad until you felt a pair of warm hands covering your eyes, a broad smile stretching your rose lips as you already knew the familiar feeling.

"You came," you said, removing his hands from your eyes and turning so you could face him.

"Who am I to disagree with my princess' request?" he smiled, settling on the blanket next to you and gasping at all the goodies that were accompanying you.

"What is with all of this? Are we celebrating anything special?" he asked curiously, grinning at you in an innocent manner.

"It can be either a failure or an achievement, but for this, I need your help." you said cheekily, tongue poking at your right cheek as you half smirked.

"Last time I heard this I got a bit traumatized," Seonghwa snorted softly, yet it all went away when he saw your serious expression.

"I have something to tell you."

"Oh? I have something to tell you as well!" He smiled, grabbing your hands in his softly.

"How about we say it together? At three!" You said excitedly, smiling when he approved your sudden idea.

The seconds passed in a blink, honey-coated words ringing in the middle of nature.

"I'm in love with yo—what?" you both said simultaneously.

With a squeeze of your hand, the boy signaled you to start first.

"I truly fell for you, Seonghwa. For your gestures, your innocence, your courage."

Seonghwa leaned in closer, brushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I fell in love with you almost immediately. You really know how to charm someone, had me petrified as soon as I saw you."

You blushed, nudging his shoulder playfully.

"Is that funny for you?" you asked, crossing your arms on your chest as he smiled.

"It's what brought us closer." he said, closing his eyes.

His hands grabbed your shoulders and yours cupped his face, caressing the smooth skin as he captured your petal-like lips in his, molding together into a chaste kiss. The loving gesture was full of purity and real feelings, reflecting the strong bond between the two of you—a sweet connection that showed you belonged to each other. You didn't want the kiss to end; yet when you two needed to catch your breaths, you pressed your foreheads on each other's, enjoying the silence, the only motion around you being your beating hearts.

"What are we going to do when you leave…?" you asked, eyes becoming teary as you thought about having to give up on him, right when life became kind to you.

"I truly miss home, yes. But I found a new home here, next to the girl I love, next to my mother, and to the friends I made. This is also my family." he said, caressing your hair.

You leaned more into the touch, your head laying on his shoulder as he pecked your forehead, lips hovering over your soft skin for a while.

"My mom taught me how to travel between words. A part of me will always belong at home, but for now, I am with you, I promise."

And Seonghwa did keep his promise. He stayed next to his lover's side, laughing at silly things, such as the cat ears she styled with his pink hair, or how the King would playfully scold them for being clumsy and stepping on the wrong sides of the yard. In Aurora Kingdom, Seonghwa learned that Utopia was more than perfection—it meant love, forgiving, and healing. In reality, he had created his whole new paradise, surrounded by the people he deeply needed, along with the happiness they brought to each other. He was the chosen one, the one who got a second chance to repair things, the one who got a free ticket to eternal joy.

The princess and her pretty soon-to-be-prince discovered their own Utopia, in a world full of love and longing. They built their own castle of joy and spiritual fulfillment—and yes, they lived happily ever after.

The end

[cherrythepuppet]

Corpse Puppet [Part 5]

Another chapter set in the past! With a new character! My OC I love adding my own characters into stories I hope that's alright with @sketchquill

When wally opened his eyes he was dead as dust, his jewels were missing And his heart was bust So he made a vow laying under that tree That he'd wait for his true love To come set him freeWally looked around as he noticed he seemed to be I'm a town which was colorful yet dark at the same time "THIS ISNT A TIME TO BE LAUGHING! I AM STUCK SO HELP ME!" A familiar voice screamed

"HOW DID YOU EVEN GET UP THERE?!" An unfamiliar voice asked"I refuse to answear that" the familiar voice said "Well then cherry we won't be helping you" Wally's eyes widened as he scrambled to his feet and once he got the hang of walking he ran towards the voices

He saw a girl with dark red hair, light pink skin wearing a black and white dress with a spider bowtie on it and they were stuck on some statue

There was also a star wearing a theater outfit that had a sword going right through them, a bird with burnt feathers and missing skin, a dog that didn't seem to have died in any way maybe he possibly just got sick?

"Guys please help me I don't like heights" Cherry cried "Yet you live in a tower" the star chuckled as cherry noticed Wally "Barnaby get me down now" She demanded

Barnaby helped her got off the statue and onto the ground, Cherry stared at wally then the others noticed him "Oh a new arrival!" The star exclaimed 

"Wals?" Cherry asked "Cher?" Wally asked "You- but how- it's to early for you to be here!" Cherry yelled "Oh they knew each other..." the star mumbled "My head was chopped off..." Wally said quietly but loud enough for cherry to hear

"Who did it?! Was it (Y/n)!? I knew they were shady-" "Cherry! It wasn't (Y/n)! It was a girl I fell for..." Wally interrupted her rant"What...You are going to give me details now and I'm going to bring you with me to frank then we'll go to the living world and kill her" Cherry told him

"Cherry! Frank has told you that you can't go upstairs just to kill people!" The bird yelled "I know poppy but this is basically my brother!" Cherry groaned"No buts! Go to your tower!" The bird yelled as cherry went limp onto the floor "F!ck it happened again" Cherry mumbled "I got it!" The star said as she picked up cherry and left

"I apologize about her...she is quite..." the bird trailed off "Violent? She was like that when we were younger every time someone was rude to us she would rip their hair out" Wally chuckled "She is quite a character!" The bird exclaimed

"What's your name? I'm Poppy Partridge" the bird known as poppy said "Wally darling" he told them "Nice to meet ya shrimp I'm Barnaby and the star from earlier was sally" the dog said "It's nice to meet you" Wally muttered

 "Alright got cherry back to frank and he ended up acting like a parent" Sally said as she came back "So who's the new arrival?" She asked "Sally this is wally!" Poppy exclaimed as Wally waved "Hm may I ask how you died?" Sally asked "Sally! That's personal!" Poppy yelled

"What?! I'm curious!" Sally yeleld back"It is fine! I...i got my head chopped off by someone I thought I loved" Wally said "Oh...you poor thing here come with us and we'll get you something to drink" Poppy said as Barnaby and Sally ran off to the bar with poppy and wally following behind.....