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[orimuraa]

જ⁀➴ ♡ This is our 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 love - Nishimura Riki

(synopsis) ♧ y/l/n y/n was a sweet hufflepuff who had fallen for the devil, or in this case—nishimura riki. he was a slytherin who had quite a reputation in hogwarts but even though everyone told y/n to stay away from him, she just couldn’t. but he would never fall for her…right? ⋆⭒˚.⋆

slytherin!nishimura riki x hufflepuff!reader ♧ some angst, fluff ♧ catcalling (once), cursing, riki saves reader from some gross guys, a kiss at the end ♧ she fell first but he fell harder ♧ wc 2.1k

y/l/n y/n was one of the sweetest, kindest, soft-hearted people you will ever meet in your life. she belonged in hufflepuff and the sorting hat didn’t even need to touch her head before knowing that she was a hufflepuff.

nishimura riki was one of the most cold-hearted, snarky people you will ever meet. he had a huge reputation in hogwarts as the slytherin. he was always surrounded by his group of friends and a trail of fangirls following, wishing for even just a small glance their way—that never happened.

so when these two polar opposites cross paths, will they be able to get along? or will they ignore one another and continue living their lives separately?

the cold, winter air reminded y/n that the holidays were just around the corner, and so were the exams. she had been studying every second she got, preparing for the exams before her nice, long break.

as she walked through the gates, into the quidditch field, she saw the slytherin team gathered on the field. deciding to ignore them, y/n pulled her scarf closer to her face, and passed by.

“hey princess, why don’t you meet me at the common room later tonight and i can show you a great time!” one of the players called out. y/n winced at the harsh words but tried to ignore them, picking up her pace.

“hey! i’m talking to you!” geez, he wouldn’t give up. she turned on her heel, facing the quidditch team, hoping the guy would leave her alone after she looked at him and politely declined. instead of just one guy, she was faced by three, slowly moving closet to her and it gave her the ick.

"don't you know when someone's talking to you?" one of the three guys grunted. y/n recognized one of them as blaise zabini, one of nishimura riki's friends.

before the three could get any closer, a voice cut them off.

"yah! come on, we have practice to continue. stop being perverts and leave the girl alone," y/n recognized that deep, husky voice. it belonged to nishimura riki. great, i'm screwed now, she thought to herself.

"you okay?" a voice surprised her and looking up to see who it was, she was greeted with the handsome face of nishimura riki.

"y-yeah. thanks for helping me.." she murmured, suddenly feeling shy under the piercing gaze. the boy just nodded before walking away, back to practice.

y/n was now intrigued. she wanted to know what riki was actually like instead of perceiving him based off of rumors other students had told her.

but since they were the exact opposite of each other, it might be hard for y/n to get closer to him.

the following day, y/n was in her usual spot in the library, her nose tucked into the book she was focused on. however, she must've been so concentrated that she didn't notice the person sitting in the chair across from her.

it wasn't until the person placed their books down that y/n noticed their presence, jumping in her seat slightly.

"oh hi again! sorry, i didn't see you," she said, offering a warm smile to the boy across from her. once again, she ran into nishimura riki but this time, in a place she didn't expect to see him. he just nodded before pretending to study.

riki wasn't exactly a huge fan of the academics, but he was able to barely pass his classes. but after that interaction he had with this mysterious girl yesterday, he was intrigued to learn more about her.

he asked one of his teammates who the girl was and that's where he learned her name. y/l/n y/n.

he did know who she was because everyone in the hogwarts knows of "hufflepuff's sweethearts" which was a group of girls who were nothing but sweet and kind. y/n in particular though was the most popular out of all of them because people found her extra kind.

but the thing that shocked everyone once they get to know her better was the fact that she didn’t have a boyfriend. all of the other girls in the group have their partners but y/n doesn't. everyone is usually shocked by it because she's the kindest, yet she hasn't gotten a boyfriend yet.

it wasn't that no one had crushes on her—they did—but because y/n believed that none of them were the one for her.

y/n had been noticing riki more and more and she was starting to think it wasn't just a coincidence.

he would show up in the library at the same times y/n would, sitting right across from her and just reading a textbook. or he would purposefully seek her out and then "accidentally" bump into her.

riki was confused though. why was she making his heart feel this way? what were all these feelings he felt whenever he caught a glimpse of y/n?

y/n was going through a similar crisis as riki. she's never had a crush before so she wouldn't exactly know what to feel if she did have one, but she was sure that the feelings she felt whenever she would catch the gaze of riki was what a crush felt like. her heart would flutter when their eyes met, and she would quickly look away, turning into a blushing mess.

as the two of them lay in their own beds, one question lingered in their heads..am i in love?

this was driving riki absolutely insane now. he had come to the realization that he did in fact like y/n but how would he ever have a shot with her when people around her were telling her to stay away from riki cause he's "bad news". he prayed that she didn't listen to what they had to say about him and maybe had feelings for him as well?

y/n was going mad. left and right, she had people telling her to stay away from nishimura riki either because it was out of her well-being or it was some of riki's fangirls. she had accepted the fact that nishimura riki was her first crush but with the amount of people coming up to her everyday, she was getting very tired of it.

"hey wait up!" y/n stopped and turned around at the sound of a deep voice calling out to her. there, she was greeted with riki’s handsome face, a soft smile on his face.

“oh? hi riki, did you need something?” y/n asked, shuffling her feet around nervously. she noticed a couple of people whispering on the sides and sending judgmental looks towards her way. it sent a shiver town her spine.

“oh uhh no, i just wanted to ask you something,” riki replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“go ahead!” y/n smiled brightly. god did that do something to riki.

“umm..yeah so, i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date?…with me?…i know we don’t really know each other, but i just..” riki mumbled the last bit, not exactly knowing what else to say.

this was most definitely not what y/n was expecting. in all honesty, y/n didn’t even know what to expect. but definitely not this.

“no no no! i mean- yes! i will, i do want to!” y/n blurted.

“really? how about you meet me in the slytherin common rooms tomorrow at 12?” his eyes brightened, realizing that he was finally able to get the girl of his dreams.

“that sounds good! see you tomorrow then!” y/n smiled, probably as red as a tomato.

as the two parted ways, y/n noticed how whispers followed her everywhere she went. she only then realized that it was all because she agreed to a date with nishimura riki. the school’s “bad boy”.

today was the day of her date. all of y/n’s friends told her that even though they were unsure about riki, they trusted her and her decisions.

they helped her get ready, making sure that she was drop dead gorgeous. y/n could feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. she was so nervous yet excited.

as she made her way over to the slytherin common rooms, she heard a couple of voices, making her pause before entering.

“oh come on nishimura, you’re not actually gonna date that hufflepuff. i don’t even know what you see in her besides for her pretty face,” y/n recognized the voice as draco malfoy’s. maybe he was right. why was riki even going on a date with her? it wasn’t like they even had much interactions with each other. was that all she was? a pretty face who was easy an easy game to play?

before she could realize, tears were pricking at her eyes. but she wanted to wait for riki to defend her. to say that he actually did like her too and he wanted this. but she never heard him speak up. the silence was deafening and each passing second of silence was like a stab to her heart.

she turned to scurry off, but of course, her foot just had to hid the door and make a noise, catching the attention of all the boys in the room.

“shit- it’s 12- fuck, y/n wait!” but riki was too late. he caught a glimpse of her glossy eyes before she ran off. fuck. there goes all his chances with her.

“uh oh. looks like nishimura’s girl heard-”

“shut the fuck off malfoy!” riki spat, ready to fuck him up. the pure anger in riki’s eyes were enough to shut draco up for good. “keep y/n’s names out of your filthy mouths or i’ll be sure to fuck you up.” he seethed before running out of the room and trying to make things right.

y/n was sat under the quidditch field bleachers, her head tucked into her knees, feeling so stupid and ashamed of herself. mostly because she had fallen for nishimura riki. what else was expected of him? of course he didn't actually like her. silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she bundled up her sleeve to wipe them away.

"y/n?? y/n are you here?" a voice startled her. his voice. y/n didn't know whether she wanted to hear him out or not. would she be able to face the harsh reality?

gathering whatever energy she had left, she pushed herself up and out from beneath the bleachers. riki immediately saw her and ran to her, praying she would hear him out.

"y/n! please let me explain! it's just draco running his mouth again! i promise this was genuine!" he begged. at this point, he would do anything for your forgiveness.

"is it true?...that you only got with me cause i was easy?" y/n whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder, she would crumble.

"no! never! i swear that all my feelings were genuine. i know i shouldn't have let malfoy say all that shit about you. you're so much more than a pretty face, you have such a sweet and kind personality and you let me feel like an actual person rather than the reputation i've made for myself." riki rambled, running a hand through his hair.

y/n let those words sink in. so he really did like her back.

"you like me back?" she asked, finally making eye contact with the boy. riki could've sworn his heart almost broke when he locked eyes with your red and puffy eyes caused by tears. tears he caused to fall.

"i like you so much y/l/n y/n. and i mean it," he said softly, bringing a hand up to y/n's face and brushing the hair out of her face.

it's like time has stopped when I am next to you

riki slowly moved in closer to y/n, a hand wrapping around her waist.

it’s like a black hole in another dimension

the connection between the two was strong and y/n knew that he had to be the one she was waiting for all these years.

anomaly, like before light and space

the soft lighting of the sun hidden behind the clouds made the moment more surreal.

you are my absolute law, more significant than gravity

"can i kiss you?" riki whispered onto y/n's lips, their faces only centimeters apart.

a love that goes beyond words

"yes," and with that, riki smashed his lips against y/n's, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.

this is our paranormal love

the kiss was so soft yet filled with feeling. riki wanted to let y/n know how much he actually loved her. how much he's been wanting to do this.

more than normal love

y/n and riki stood under the bleachers, sharing a kiss full of love and passion. they were at the place where it all started. the quidditch field.

you arе my paranormal love

pulling away breathless, the two smiled so brightly. riki rested his forehead against y/n's, closing his eyes to savor this feeling and moment.

maybe falling for nishimura riki wasn't such a bad thing after all.

whew! here it is in all it's glory! i hope you all enjoyed this! if you did, please reblog and like! i appreciate it so much <3

for dani, congrats on 3k my love! it's such a huge accomplishment and it's crazy how much you've grown as a writer! i remember reading everyone's works for your 1k and 2k event and i'm so happy that i get to write a work myself for your 3k event! i can't wait to see you continue to grow here on blr <3 congrats once again dani!

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[raellynaaa]

── ✦ PIECES OF US - SJY

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you hate your birthday. every time someone has that special day and celebrates it, you always remember your bad memories in the past. however, jake brings back your happiness through some photographs. can you love your january again?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bf!jake x fem!reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, slight angst 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: photograph by ed sheeran 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): kissing (almost), petnames, dark past

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 celebrated your birthday.

not since your 5th, when the bright balloons, cake, and excitement of your friends became a painful memory. a day that should have been happy was ruined overnight because of a small mistake you made.

the familiar weight settled in your chest. every congratulation sounded like your father's harsh voice. his sentence still lingered in your mind, every word, every demanding condemnation.

even now you could hear it.

in cold january, on your 20th birthday.

when you were at the cafe finishing a task, your eyes drifted to a group of girls in the corner. they were crowded around a small cake, candles flickering in the dim light, and one of the girls smiled as she closed her eyes to make a wish.

a pang shot through your heart. you wanted that, to feel carefree, to laugh, to be celebrated, but ... no one remembered. not even jake, who had been so busy lately with his organizational responsibilities on campus. fate seemed to keep that happiness away from you, burying your old wounds deep.

and you should be grateful for that.

you decided to leave after two hours of staying in the cafe. you didn't want to go home yet, so you sat down on the park bench. the cold from the metal seeped through your long coat.

you stared at the sky. your breath forms small clouds in the crispy air. as if the world sensed your sadness, it began to snow.

soft flakes drifted down, landing gently on your hair, your coat, and the ground around you. you watched them fall in silence, feeling a strange calm wash over you.

as you stared at the snow-covered ground, a small movement caught your eye. a white cat, almost blending into the snowy landscape, approached you cautiously. its small body shivering as it sought warmth. the cat nudged against your legs, curling up at your feet as if seeking comfort.

you hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached down to stroke the cat's fur. its warmth seeped into your hand. a faint smile tugged at your lips. you didn't need anyone to say "happy birthday". in this quiet, snowy evening, maybe this was enough.

"why didn't you call me to pick you up?"

a warm voice broke through the silence of the night. at the same time, you felt something soft and warm wrap around your neck. you looked back quickly, finding jake with a small pout. his hair tousled and damp from the falling snow.

"look, you're going to get sick if you go home like this." he adjusted the scarf with a little more care than his words implied.

you looked up. "i just—"

before you could even respond, jake pulled off his beanie and gently placed it on your head, covering your ears from the biting wind. his hands lingered for a second, making sure it fit snugly.

"you always do this," jake huffed, but there was no real anger in his voice. "don't stay out late too often, babe. i don't like it."

you stared at his eyes for a second before looking away, crouching down to pick up the cat in your arms. "i don't want to interrupt your schedule."

"oh, c'mon. you know you're my priority."

you chuckled as you stroked the cat's fur. "how did you know i was here?"

"i know all your favorite places," jake replied casually. he tried to get your attention, but you avoided his eyes.

it seemed like your guess was right, jake didn't remember your birthday. he never mentioned it. not once.

jake glanced over, noticing the way your shoulders slumped. he murmured, nudging your lightly. “you okay?”

you nodded, offering a small smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. “yeah, i'm fine.”

"babe, just tell me. what's on your mind?" jake was about to hold your wirst, but you suddenly stood up.

"i'm going to find a warm place for this cat," you walked with the cat in your arms. the little creature purred softly. there is no collar around its neck, so you were having a hard time to find the owner.

jake suddenly stepped closer to you. you froze as you felt his arms snake around your shoulder. jake pulled you close, his chest pressing against your back. his breath was warm against the cold air. before you could react, he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"happy birthday," jake whispered softly. his voice low, almost intimate in the way it filled the quiet space between you two.

for a moment, you couldn't speak. your breath caught in your throat as the warmth of his words settled deep within you. he had remembered after all, just not in the way you had expected. there was something about the way he said it, about the timing, that made the moment feel more meaningful than you could have imagined.

"you … remember?" your voice almost trembled, jake immediately tightened his arms.

"almost every night." jake stepped to your side. his smile made your heart beat faster. “it's been a year since we started dating, i know how hard birthdays are for you. so, now ... let me fill your special day with ours."

jake pulled something from his pocket. your eyes widened in surprise as he held out a small camera. he aimed it at you, the cat still resting in your arms as snow gently fell around. the flash went off, capturing the quiet moment under the winter sky.

as the picture slowly developed, jake took a step closer to you and captured several moments together. he handed you the photographs, the edges still slightly wet from the snow.

“i've been thinking about this day for a while,” he said quietly, watching as the image slowly came into view. his gaze then fell on the cat that was nestling in your coat. "and this cat ... it's my gift to you. i found and adopt it from a pet cafe. i think we can take care of it together with layla."

you blinked, momentarily stunned by the memory. you looked down at the polaroids in your hands. the image became clearer, a picture of you holding the white cat, the snow falling like a soft veil around you, and a soft smile on jake's face.

“every time you feel that old pain creeping back,” he trailed off, holding your gaze as he lifted the picture between them, “just take out these photographs. remember this moment. the snow, the cat, us together. let it remind you that you're not alone."

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back, not wanting to cry on this night. you leaned into him, burying your face in his chest, the photos still clutched in your hand.

"thank you," you whispered.

jake wrapped his arms around you once more. "you don't have to thank me, love."

"how can i?" you whined. "you're the only one with me now."

jake grinned. "give me your birthday treat then."

"w-wait, what?" you looked up and wondered, but jake was just bringing his face closer. he tilted his head slightly.

"you know what i mean." jake's breath hit your pale lips. maybe if you moved just a little bit wrong, you would kiss him without meaning to.

"you planned this from the start, huh?" you tried to pinch his waist, but he quickly grabbed your wrist before that happened.

"can you resist?" jake chuckled. his fingers slowly grazing your chin. "if you won't do it, i'll take it myself right away."

©raellynaaa (don't repost, copy, or plagiarize any of my works)

[eunimaybe]

⟡ ⸻ the perfect pair

heeseung x fem. reader | perhaps you two have outgrown each other and just too scared to admit it

genre. angst. angst angst angst. | warnings: uhhh, maybe angst? a tad bit toxic | wc. 0.5k inspired by beabadobee's the perfect pair EN-

12:54am

heeseung finally walks into the apartment, the door closing with a soft click.

you watch him take off his shoes from the couch, watch him put it to the side - a practised habit before stepping into the living room. the air is thick with tension and unspoken words, and you open you mouth to speak. you have to try multiple times. your voice just refuses to come out.

“heeseung,” you croak, finally managing to talk. he halts in his tracks. you can tell he didn’t expect you to be in the living room waiting for him, and his eyes find yours in the darkness, dark orbs meeting yours. you try to figure out what he's thinking of, but all you see is the reflection of yourself in his pupils.

“y/n,” he replies with a wary smile. it doesn’t look quite happy, but also not quite sad. you mirror the expression, a micro smile on your face, not reaching the eyes. your mouth hurts. your face hurts. everything just hurts. you drop the smile. — more under cut!!

as you watch him take off his leather jacket and set it down on an empty chair by the dining table, you wonder why you can’t seem to bring yourself to care more about the fact that your boyfriend came home at 12:54am. that’s nearly one, way past the time he should’ve been home from work.

you try to get yourself to care, but you feel nothing. you tell yourself it’s because you have nothing to worry or be suspicious about; heeseung wouldn’t cheat. that was the one thing you knew for certain.

perhaps it was the only thing you knew for certain.

the couch shifts under heeseung’s weight when he sits down, but no words are exchanged, the silence in the room deafening.

gods, you hate him.

you don’t know why, he’s always been the person you loved endlessly and unconditionally. you always saw yourself in him: always trying so hard, such a perfectionist, perhaps even a workaholic.

maybe that’s where the hatred is coming from. it used to be something you loved him for, an understanding between you both. you can’t figure out why or when that changed.

“how was work?” you ask quietly, trying to make conversation like you would have a month ago whilst playing with the hem of your shirt - no, his shirt.

heeseung just hums in replies and shrugs, and you nod at the action as if it’s a proper reply and turn your attention to something else. the potted plant in the corner that he planted a few months ago that’s been abandoned by you both and now wilting. the small framed picture of you two from last summer sitting on the shelf by the tv. little trinkets bought from thrift stores you used to drag heeseung into on your dates.

you watch heeseung from the corner of your eyes, watch him stare emptily into the space whilst fidgeting with the necklace you gifted him for your three year anniversary. you can't stop noticing those little things, pieces of memories of what you two used to be. you reach out tentatively, every movement hesitant before holding heeseung's hand in yours. but it doesn't feel like before. it feels wrong. you know heeseung thinks so too, you can tell by his touch.

you wish he would just say it to your face. tell you the inevitable truth.

it would hurt, yes, but it would be for the better.

but yet it never comes, because he’s probably thinking of the same thing. wondering when you’re going to tell him - when you’re going to end things once and for all.

you’re so tired of fighting - it’s clear you two have been falling apart, yet no one does anything about it.

just countless days spent in empty silence, hours spent fighting and hundreds and thousands of minutes spent in doubt.

because you two are supposed to be the perfect pair.

what do you mean you have outgrown each other?

[minhosimthings]

Bewitched ft LHS

Two lovers and the adventure of dried lilac

Pairing: bf!heeseung × fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of food and bacterial infection (don't question it), kinda cringy ig? hee being down BAD for reader

Song: Bewitched by Laufey

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my submission for @flwrstqr My World event. Congratulations to Danielle for 3k followers! Now sit back, relax, and read my cringey poetry.

I didn't know that much at all 'bout love before

But now, I think I'm learning

"Are you absolutely sure this will work?" Heeseung eyed you nervously.

You were trying to figure out how to stab open the extremely restrictive packaging of the box of dried lilac flowers, so without even looking up at him, you scoffed, as if you were offended that he was trying to undermine your amazing box-opening skills. 

 "Of course it will." You stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Plus, I did a lot of research for this."

"By research you mean the first three search results you got?" Heeseung chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. You shuddered at the cold touch of his skin on yours. 

"Be careful,Lee Heeseung, I have a weapon in my vicinity." You threatened him, waving around the dying scissors in your hands. The countertop was littered with scraps of cardboard and a crumpled up bill. The dried lilacs from Japan took three weeks to arrive and boy were you excited when it came. You almost hugged the poor delivery boy with how giddy you were. 

Your monthly tradition of doing something new with Heeseung was today and you were determined not to mess it up. Ever since the tradition started, something or the other has gone down the gutter. Like last August, when you had booked a seat for bungee jumping, which had to be cancelled due to heavy rains. Or the February of the year passed, when you wanted to make a bundt cake with him, which unfortunately never came out of the pan due to the absence of butter. 

But this time was different, you thought. This time, nothing could go wrong. After all, how can making lilac tea out of scratch ever go wrong in any possible way? There was no butter and no rain, except for the slight drizzle outside, which announced the end of the monsoon season and the start of September.

You bewitched me

From the first time that you kissed me

"Finally..." You muttered under your breath, as your hands reached for the flowers. They were tiny little buds packaged in an airtight ziplock packet. The colour was less lilac-y now, with hues of dark purple staring at you and Heeseung.

"Is it supposed to look rotten?" Heeseung asked, his eyes set on the packet that you were toying with possessively in your hands. You rolled your eyes at him playfully, and let out a dramatic sigh.

“How many times must I tell you-” You started dramatically, turning your body to face him, you could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “-that cooking is the art of turning a duck into a swan?”

“Calm down Shakespeare.” heeseung chuckled, his fingers teasing you by drawing shapes on your waist, “And ducks are really cute for your information!” He put his hand to his chest as if he were clutching his invisible string of pearls. A giggle erupted out of your mouth as you stood on your tiptoes to quickly leave a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. Heeseung’s smile only widened as you did, a slight red mark lingering on the spot where your lips touched his skin. The calm scent of the evening, combined with the quiet of your kitchen sent a wave of absolute relaxation into Heeseung’s being.

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully, your eyes rushing through the words on the lavender-hued instruction manual, “The recipe I saw on the internet said we can just boil them and the tea will just seep out.”

“But?” Heeseung’s chin returned to its rightful place on your shoulder. He was like an overactive cat, which would rub itself against its owner to show its affection.

“But-” you looked worried, much to Heeseung’s concern, “-this thing says we should wait for three goddamn months so there’s no-’ you cleared your throat and read from the manual, “‘threat of bacterial infection.’”

“Ominous.” Heeseung laughed, “I like it.” He smiled at the sight of a pout forming on your pretty lips, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I guess we have to wait then.” You sighed, a real one this time, “I mean, unless you want to get sick.” 

Great, you internally thought, another month gone wrong again. You wondered to yourself whether there will ever be a time when you actually get it right, when something that you and Heeseung do works out without any hiccups.

“Can I tell you something?” Heeseung smirked mischievously, garnering your attention. The pout on your lips melted his heart completely and his eyes visibly softened when he looked at you.

 “I actually like bacterial infection.”

 A moment of silence followed, before the both of you were convulsed with laughter. Your hands gripped the  edge of the counter to balance yourself, when Heeseung stuffed his nose into the nape of your neck, effectively putting half of his weight onto you.

“Hee, I’m gonna fall, get off me!” You laughed, but he only held you closer to him, as if you’d float away if he let go, “Ok, ok fine!” You giggled, raising your hands in mock defeat, “We can make the tea!”

“Yipee.” Heeseung cried in an adorably high pitched voice, that stretched your smile out even wider. If Heeseung were to die because of someone’s expression, then he knew it would be because of your smile. It was something that could make him forget all grief and suffering, no matter if he had the worst day ever, no matter if he had spilled hot coffee all over himself or accidentally snapped at someone, that smile of yours would be there to fix him.

Then we ran down the street in the late London light

The world froze around us, you kissed me good night

“Hee. Hee. Earth to Lee Heeseung.” Your words were half consumed by laughter, bringing him back to reality as he realised he had been staring at your face, “What are you looking at, idiot?”

Heeseung didn’t respond to your words, instead choosing to merely send you a lopsided smile. “Your idiot right?” he asked, to which you put your hands on top of his and squeezed it.

“My idiot.” You said, sacrificing your toes once more, to plant a kiss on his cheek, making Heeseung mentally kick his feet in the air for the fiftieth time that evening.

You set Heeseung about to do some kitchen duties, while you carefully extracted the dried flowers. Heeseung watched the surface of the water dance with the bubbles as it heated up. It reminded him of all the times you two had danced with each other. On particularly long nights, when the moon shone in all its majesty, bathing lovers all around the globe in her glamorous shine, both of you would find your hiding places in each other. Both of you would find your home, in each other, with arms wrapped not only around each other’s body, but around each other’s hearts.

“Is the water ready?” Heeseung heard you call out. He turned to see you, carefully sweeping the last of the petals into a bowl. 

“Yes, your highness.” He responded with a laugh. You tottled over to the pot of boiling water, slowly dropping your flowers in. You and Heeseung let out a collective gasp of wonder at the burst of colour that engulfed the colourless water. Hues of purple and lavender now coated each part of the pot, seeping out from the petals. 

“Woah…” You exhaled, not even knowing you had been keeping a breath in, “That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“It is.” Heeseung responded, to which you nodded, not taking your eyes away from the concoction. Unbeknownst to you, Heeseung was no longer even looking at the water. He was instead, gazing lovingly at you, with eyes so full of affection, you’d think he was looking at the last person on earth. In that moment of silence, he couldn’t help but trace his eyes over you, over every detail of yours that made you, you. The you that he loved so much. The you that he would go to the ends of the universe for, if you had asked him to.

Cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying

'Cause I think I'm falling

“This better be the most amazing thing that I’ve ever tasted or I’m never even touching a satchet of tea again.” You said, sinking down onto your sofa, with a mug of pinkish-tea in your hand. The sofa sank down further when Heeseung plopped down next to you, an identical mug in his hands.

“Shall we have a toast then?” Heeseung asked, raising his mug, “To hopefully not catching bacterial infection!” You chortled at his enthusiasm, before responding with a “Hear, hear!”

Clinking your mugs together in a ‘cheers’, you put your lips to the edge of the mug, wholly prepared to take a sip of your concoction and taste something that is equal to the nectar of the-

“We forgot the sugar, didn't we.”

You caught Heeseung’s eye and doubled over with laughter, almost spilling some of the tea onto your lap. In the midst of you admiring the pretty liquid, and Heeseung admiring the pretty you, you had forgotten the key ingredient which actually made the tea drinkable.

“Well, you kept distracting me with your beauty so much!” Heeseung defended himself, setting his mug down on the table, “How could I ever remember the sugar?”

“Do you really think flirting is gonna get you out of this?” You said, putting your mug down and glaring playfully at Heeseung.

“Depends.” He shrugged his shoulders, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “Is it working?” He didn’t have time to say anything else, before he was practically tackled onto his back by you. Heeseung wrapped his arms around your waist and you lay down on him, using him as your mattress, though there was plenty of space for the both of you on the sofa. 

“Welp,” You said, pressing your ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat, “At least we won’t be getting a bacterial infection anytime soon.”

Heeseung chuckled, bringing his lips down to your forehead to leave a kiss. In the sanctuary of his safe arms, you forgot all about the fact that tonight’s attempt had turned out to be an utter fail. But you realised that it didn’t matter to you anymore. For in the warm cocoon that Heeseung had spun around you, all that mattered was the unnoticeable seconds that had drifted away in failed attempts of lilac tea, and successful attempts of love. In the pale cast of the full moon’s light, you and Heeseung drifted off to sleep, as the world came to a silent halt, waiting patiently for another tomorrow. 

You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart

And bewitched me

You bewitched me

Dividers by @strangergraphics

[bunnbam]

You’re the only one who understands

Paring: nonidol!Sunoo x reader

Genre: fluff, wc:233 Eat me

Synopsis: since your day wasn’t going great, your boyfriend decided to make it better.

Note: this is for @flwrstqr event! It’s inspired by Understand by Keshi. Hope you like it❤️

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Your phone buzzed, it was Sunoo

-hey bubble! Wanna come to the movies with me?

You looked around your room. “What a mess” you thought. You looked in the mirror at the corner of your room. “Total mess”

-I’m not sure sun, I’m not feeling great today

-oh, well feel well soon babe!

And then he went offline, did he just want to leave you alone like that?

________________________

You were sat on your sofa, watching a new kdrama that just came out, when you heard your door bell ring.

You walked over to the door and checked who it was. Outside your door stood Sunoo, with three bags and a big smile on his face.

You opened the door “Hey Sun”

“Bubble! I’ve missed you!” He said, giving you a tight hug. Sit back down and I’ll come join you in a bit!

He sat down with two cups of tea and with a big fluffy blenket. You told him all about your day, and everything that had happened. Wile you were talking, he was sitting next to you the whole time staying quiet. When you were done talking, he stayed quiet and gave you a hug.

“Thank you Babe, I really needed to get this out”

“No problem bubb, I’m always here” he said, and kissed your forehead.

This was just one of the many reasons why you loved being with Sunoo, and you couldn’t way for many more to come.

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Networks: @starlit-network @k-films

[crenna]

once upon a time…

౨ৎ - hi, i’m 𝓵ili !

꒰ 22, she/her, bi, infp ꒱ 𓈒⋆🩰⑅˚₊୨୧.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🍓˚ i love ... ꒰ my friends, writing fanfiction novels, romantasy & dystopian books, flowers, arts and crafts, singing, taylor swift's music, dance (especially ballet), sparkly things, fairy lights, sunsets, peppermint tea, aesthetics, lakes, baking, fashion, making jewelry, handwritten letters, journaling, daydreaming ! ꒱

𝓼ide blogs: @onceuponaneverafter ✧ @seeyouinthestars

𝓬araval rp blogs: @legendarydante ✧ @the-maidendeath

˚˖𓍢ִ໋💋˚ my fandoms include ... ꒰ ouabh & caraval, powerless, tfota, shatter me, divine rivals, the aurora cycle, star wars, grishaverse, the hunger games, the lunar chronicles, acotar (the fandom scares me but i've read the books), gilmore girls, mcu, the selection, sorcery of thorns, mcsm & mystreet (old fandoms) + more! ꒱

𝓭iscord gang: @his-littlefox ✧ @xoxo-vee ✧ @meangirlsbway ✧ @thebirdhivemind ✧ @highladyofterrasen7 ✧

@lxvebelle ✧ @feerique ✧ @rizzgoddessans

𝓵inks: to be added !

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ q & a ... ꒰ want to be mutuals/friends? yes, i'd love to! | can i tag you in tag games? yes please! | do you roleplay your fandoms? sometimes, ask! | what does your url mean? it's a pretty name i chose years ago and i've stuck with it. ꒱

– 13.8.2024.

[flwrstqr]

hi i’m in ur walls

Hi Xuan Pookie Bear, and Thanks. Do U want me to punch the wall or Something

[dollyhoon]

I don't know why I feel like enhablur has gone to a downfall where writers are trying their best to write a fic but people aren't reading fics anymore. As a writer it's so disheartening!! I used to write enha but now I feel like I don't want to tumblr is also losing its presence people don't comment anymore

REAL. I think why they're not as active as they used to be is bcs its school season? And some popular blogs on enha blr are quitting bcs they js lost motivation to write and its very sad to see bcs some of the blogs here were there reason i started a blr blog. But i hope enhablr will be back in its prime some time soon,and im sure there are other great writers on their way !

[mioons]

THEME THEME THEME THEME SHUTUP IT'S SO MF OMFG I LOVE ITT

thank u for the pics 🙄☝️

[flwrstqr]

check out genreveriee's post for my world event !

. , lilac , p.js (☂️)

IN WHICH: you liked jay a lot, but your innocent crush soon spiraled into an obsession, blurring the line between fantasy and reality, as your thoughts twisted into something darker than you expected. GENRE: fluff, slightly dark (?). WARNING(S): obsession, stalking, mentions of accident, kissing, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything. WORD COUNT: 7.8k

LIKE THE FLOATING CLOUD — Changing schools wasn’t on your wishlist, but here you were. It had been a long time since you’d recovered from the accident, and life had thrown you yet another curveball—starting over in a new place. Just weeks ago, you'd woken up from a coma, expecting some form of respite from life’s relentless challenges. But the world doesn’t pause, does it? You were thrust into yet another whirlwind, this time, school. New faces, new halls, and new pressures to bear.

The morning sunlight gleamed off the freshly polished windows of the sprawling campus, casting reflections that danced across the pavement. The building loomed before you—its modern glass façade glimmering in stark contrast to the worn, familiar bricks of your old school. You stopped for a moment, taking in its sheer size. “Damn,” you muttered under your breath, barely aware of the words slipping from your mouth. “They have a better infrastructure than my previous school.”

Stepping inside, the scent of fresh paint and newly waxed floors hit you, a stark reminder of just how new everything was. The halls were alive with the buzz of students rushing to get to their first classes. Lockers slammed, sneakers squeaked against the tile floors, and the faint hum of conversation filled the air. You watched them—groups of friends laughing, others buried in their phones or textbooks, weaving through the maze of hallways like they’d been doing it forever.

It felt strange, seeing all this after months confined to the stillness of a hospital bed. A stark contrast to the sterile walls and cold, white lights you had grown so familiar with. The vibrant chaos of school was both overwhelming and comforting in a way. You stood there for a moment, just observing, soaking in the life you’d almost forgotten. The sight of students hurrying to their classes, backpacks bouncing against their shoulders, gave you a sense of normalcy. The halls were bright, lined with posters of school events, sports team victories, and upcoming dances—everything you’d missed out on for what felt like a lifetime.

You clutched the straps of your bag a little tighter, pulling it further up your shoulder, almost as if it would anchor you in this unfamiliar place. You could feel the faintest bit of nervous energy rising within you, the kind that makes your heart beat just a little faster. But you weren’t going to let it overwhelm you. Not today.

As you passed by a few students gathered in the corridor, you could hear bits of their conversation. “Did you finish the homework for Mr. Park's class?” one asked, flipping through her notebook. The other girl nodded, her head buried in a thick textbook. You glanced at them, envy prickling the edges of your mind. They belonged here, and you… well, you were still finding your place.

“Alright,” you whispered to yourself, straightening up and taking a deep breath. “New school, new start.” With one last glance at the crowded hallway, you made your way toward your first class, determined to make this day yours, no matter how alien everything felt.

HELLO, HELLO LIKE A PETAL — Not even a week into your new school, you saw him for the first time—the class president. You didn’t know his name yet, but something about him drew your attention. He moved with quiet confidence, guiding students through their doubts with ease, his voice calm, yet commanding. His presence was magnetic, the way he gestured with his hands as he explained a complex problem, or the soft smile he gave when someone finally understood.

“Do you like him?” Semi, the girl sitting next to you, nudged your arm gently, her teasing grin barely concealed behind her hand. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the heat creeping up your neck. How could you like someone this early? It was ridiculous.

“I’ve never even seen him before today,” you muttered, pretending to focus on the scribbles in your notebook, though the lines blurred together as your thoughts wandered. “I don’t like him… not yet, at least.” You added a nervous chuckle, but your eyes refused to stray from him.

It wasn’t until he glanced back—straight at you—that your heart betrayed you, hammering against your chest as if it had been caught in the act. He walked over, each step deliberate, his posture straight and assured. You could feel Semi's gaze burning into the side of your face, her amusement at your sudden silence barely restrained.

“You haven’t submitted your assignment yet,” he said, his tone polite but firm, snapping you out of your daze. His eyes were kind, though, like he didn’t even notice the way your hands fumbled nervously with your pen as you nodded, barely able to form words.

“I’ll, uh, get that to you… soon,” you stammered, mentally kicking yourself. Of course, a guy like him wouldn’t even blink in your direction beyond official school matters. He was the class president, for crying out loud—probably too busy managing a thousand other things to even notice you.

As he turned to walk away, Semi was quick to jump in with a teasing whisper, “Girl, you’re down bad.” She let out a soft snicker as you glared at her, your heart still racing from the brief encounter.

Your eyes followed him despite yourself, as if they couldn’t tear away from the sight of him—his tall figure moving with that same effortless grace. It was just a simple conversation, nothing more than a sentence or two exchanged. But it left a mark, one that you knew would linger. Something about him seemed like a beacon, and you weren’t ready to look away.

“Well, that’s one way to make an impression,” you murmured to yourself, sighing quietly. It was ridiculous how so little could feel like so much.

LIKE THE SPRING BREEZE — You were still new at school, trying to adjust to the routine, but at least you had made one friend—Semi. She was your lifeline in this sea of unfamiliar faces, and with her by your side, school didn’t seem as daunting anymore. And then, there was Jay. You’d finally learned his name, not that it had been hard. He was popular, almost too popular.

One search of his Instagram, and you were greeted with hundreds of likes and comments from not just your school but people outside as well. He had that effortless charm, the kind that made people gravitate toward him. Maybe that was why you were crushing on him so hard��or maybe it was the way his smile seemed to light up the hallway whenever he passed by.

You found yourself scrolling through his feed late at night, learning everything you could without actually knowing him. You knew when his birthday was, how he liked his coffee, and what his favorite band was. And today, you decided to make a move, something small but hopefully memorable. You bought him a pastry, a cute little cupcake from the bakery down the street, wrapped it in a box with a neat little bow, and headed straight for his locker before school started.

Standing in front of his locker, you took a deep breath, placing the box inside. The nerves were eating you alive, but you didn’t want to back out now. Just as you turned around to leave, you froze. There he was. Jay, standing right behind you, his expression a mix of curiosity and confusion.

His voice broke the silence. “What are you doing?” He asked, his hand brushing against yours as he reached for the box. The contact sent a jolt up your spine, making your heart race even faster.

Your mouth went dry, but you managed to stammer out, “It’s your birthday, right? I, uh... got you these.” You held out the cupcake, your smile shaky as you tried to mask how flustered you were.

Jay blinked, glancing between you and the cupcake before offering a polite smile. “Thanks, but... do I know you?”

The words hit harder than they should have. You felt your heart drop into your stomach, the awkwardness thick in the air. He didn’t even know you? All this time, you’d been working up the courage to talk to him, and he didn’t even recognize you. Ouch. You forced a smile, trying to save face, but the sting of embarrassment was hard to shake off.

“We’re in the same class. I’m the new student,” you muttered, your voice a little quieter, hoping this wouldn’t be as humiliating as it felt.

Jay’s eyes widened slightly, realization dawning. “Oh, right. I must’ve forgotten. Sorry about that.” He gave you another smile, the kind that was polite but distant. “Thanks for this.” He held up the box, gave you a nod, and with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there with your pride in pieces.

You couldn’t help the frustrated sigh that escaped your lips as you watched him go. “Such a bastard,” you mumbled under your breath, though there wasn’t any real anger behind it. Just exasperation. Despite the awkwardness, you still found yourself drawn to him. How could you not? The way he walked, the way his shoulders moved with an effortless swagger—there was something about him that just pulled you in.

But then again, you weren’t the only one. You’d seen the way other girls looked at him, the way they’d flock to him like moths to a flame. You were just another admirer in a sea of them. And yet, here you were, feeling like this tiny interaction, awkward as it was, was something special. Maybe it was your first real conversation with him, but it was something.

LOVE RESEMBLES MISTY DREAMS — Love, for you, felt like one of those foggy dreams you have just before waking up—the kind where everything is hazy, but you can still remember the emotions. It was no longer just a feeling but a reality you crafted for yourself. Everything was deliberate, including the way you “accidentally” bumped into Jay in the hallways or “coincidentally” ended up in places where he usually went after school. Some might call it stalking, but you thought of it as strategic planning. After all, you just wanted to talk to him—get to know him.

And then, one day, you got your golden opportunity. How? You joined the History Club. You absolutely loathed history. Memorizing dates, names, and ancient events was the last thing you wanted to do, but none of that mattered when Jay was the club leader. You’d force yourself to endure it, just for a few moments with him.

Today was one of those long club meetings, the kind that dragged on forever as Jay led the discussion while you sat across the room, your eyes barely leaving him. The topic was something about ancient dynasties—honestly, you weren’t paying attention. Instead, you had focused on making your notes look as neat and perfect as possible, hoping to catch his eye with the colorful highlighters and meticulous doodles. When you finished, you slid over to where he was sitting, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Jay, how does this look?” you asked, handing over your notebook with a hopeful smile.

Jay barely glanced at the notes before his brows furrowed in confusion. “It’s... nice. But, um, you shouldn’t have used so many highlighters. It’s kinda hard to read with all the colors.” His tone was polite, but it still stung a little. Semi, who was sitting beside you, covered her mouth to hide her laughter, shaking her head as she continued working on her own notes.

“Oh... okay.” You tried not to let your disappointment show, but it was hard. Your enthusiasm had deflated like a balloon, and the frown tugging at your lips was a clear giveaway. Trying to keep your cool, you casually pulled out a small, wrapped box from your bag and slid it toward him, as if this were a completely normal thing to do.

Semi’s eyes widened, her shock evident. She was always amused by how bold you were when it came to Jay, but this—this was a new level. Jay blinked in confusion, his gaze flickering between you and the box now in front of him.

“What’s this for?” he asked, a small crease forming on his forehead. He picked up the box, turning it over in his hands as if trying to figure out why you’d given it to him.

You swallowed nervously. “I, uh, made some cookies for you.”

There. You said it. No going back now. You could practically hear Semi holding back her laugh, but you didn’t dare look at her. Your eyes were glued to Jay, waiting for his reaction. He stared at the box for a moment, looking almost... awkward. His smile was tight, as if he didn’t quite know how to handle the situation.

“Oh... thanks,” he said, his voice uncertain, like he was trying to be nice but wasn’t sure how to accept this gesture. He shifted his weight, glancing around the room as if searching for an escape route, and that small gesture hit you harder than you expected.

Your heart sank. The realization washed over you like a cold wave—he wasn’t interested. He probably had girls giving him gifts all the time, and you were just another admirer in the crowd. The worst part? He was too polite to brush you off outright, which only made you feel worse. The room began to clear out, and soon, it was just the two of you left, the silence hanging heavy between you.

You fiddled with the edge of your notebook, finally breaking the quiet with a question you dreaded asking but couldn’t keep inside any longer. “Do I... do I annoy you?”

Jay’s head snapped up at your words, his eyes wide with surprise. “What? No! Of course not.”

But you could tell from the way his smile didn’t reach his eyes that he wasn’t telling the whole truth. He was trying to be kind, but his discomfort was impossible to ignore. You forced a smile, but the hurt still crept into your voice.

“It’s fine,” you muttered, waving it off as if it didn’t matter. As if your heart wasn’t breaking a little.

Jay hesitated, his fingers tightening around the box of cookies you had given him. He looked almost guilty now, as if he knew how much his reaction had affected you. Without saying anything, he opened the box and took one of the heart-shaped cookies, biting into it quietly. You watched as he chewed slowly, his gaze drifting to the floor.

The silence that followed felt heavy, awkward, and filled with all the unsaid things that lingered in the air between you. It wasn’t much, but seeing him eat the cookies you made—even though you knew they weren’t going to change anything—was enough to make you feel a small flicker of hope again, even if just for a moment.

I LIKE THE SCENT OF TODAY — As if life had its own twisted way of pulling strings, you eventually grew closer to Jay—or at least, that’s what you told yourself. Bonding over history wasn’t something you ever anticipated, but somehow, there you were. It had been five months. Five months of stolen glances, hushed conversations, and countless moments where you felt your heart skip a beat just from being near him.

Five months of wondering why Jay didn’t push you away. Despite knowing your feelings, he had never told you to stop. Sure, you had followed him home once or twice—okay, maybe more than once. But the strange thing was, he noticed. He noticed and he never did anything to stop you. Instead, he fed your one-sided affection with smiles that lingered a bit too long and conversations that bordered on intimate. It confused you. Sometimes you wondered why he acted as if he was leading you on, yet at other times, it felt like he was just being kind out of some sort of obligation.

You remembered one afternoon clearly. It was just the two of you in the History Club room. The other members had gone out for a break, and the quiet settled between you like a soft, suffocating blanket. Jay was engrossed in some text about ancient civilizations, flipping through the pages with a look of calm concentration. You, on the other hand, couldn’t focus. Your eyes kept drifting toward him, your mind racing with the questions you had been holding in for weeks.

“Jay? Stop talking about historical monuments,” you muttered softly, breaking the silence. You’d lost track of how long he’d been going on about some ancient ruin. Normally, you’d let him talk—it was one of the things you liked about him. But today was different. There was something bubbling inside you, a feeling that couldn’t be ignored any longer.

Jay blinked, startled by your interruption. He looked up from his book, his dark eyes meeting yours with a curious glint. “Oh?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion. He set the book aside, leaning back in his chair, and raised an eyebrow. “Then, what do you want to talk about?”

Before you could respond, he casually reached out, gripping the arm of your chair and pulling it closer to his. The sudden movement caught you off guard, and now your knees almost brushed his. You felt a blush creeping up your neck, your heart fluttering in your chest as you looked down, avoiding his gaze.

But you had to ask. You had to know. Swallowing your nerves, you looked back up at him, eyes searching his for some kind of answer. “Jay? Why are you doing this?”

He frowned, clearly not understanding what you meant. “Doing what?” he asked, his tone casual, but you could tell he was puzzled. His gaze flickered to the small, wrapped gift boxes and notes that littered his desk—tokens of affection from his admirers, yourself included. You watched his eyes settle on the trinkets, as if they might hold the answer.

You followed his gaze, feeling a knot of frustration tightening in your chest. “Accepting my gifts, I mean… and talking to me,” you clarified, your voice quieter now, but firm. You hated the way your heart felt heavy, as if you were bracing for a truth you didn’t want to hear. “Why do you talk to me like this? Why do you make me feel like there’s something between us?”

Jay seemed taken aback by your bluntness. He glanced back at you, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips as he looked away again, his fingers tracing the edge of the nearest gift box. “Oh, that… they were nice,” he muttered after a moment, his tone flat.

Nice? That was it? You felt the sting of his words, the casual way he dismissed what meant so much to you. “That’s the only reason?” you asked, frowning as you leaned back slightly, feeling the weight of disappointment settle in.

“Yeah.” His response came without hesitation, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Your frustration simmered, but more than that, there was a growing ache in your chest. How could he be so oblivious? You stood up, pushing your chair back with a scrape that echoed through the empty room. “Jay, don’t you think someone might not give this kind of stuff to just a friend?” You didn’t care if you sounded angry now—hell, you were angry. Angry, hurt, and confused.

Jay met your gaze, his expression unreadable. He didn’t flinch. “I know.”

You blinked, your frown deepening. “You know?” The words felt like a punch, your hands balling into fists at your sides. “Then why are you leading me on?”

Jay lowered his head, his hair falling slightly over his eyes as he let out another sigh. His voice was quieter when he spoke, tinged with something that almost sounded like regret. “I know that you like me,” he admitted. “But… I don’t think I want to love anyone anytime soon.”

You froze, the air between you thick with unsaid words. The way he said it was like a door closing—a gentle but firm rejection. He wasn’t even trying to keep you there, to stop you from walking out. He just sat there, looking down, his hands resting on the table as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest, but then curiosity took over. “Why not?” you asked, stepping closer. The hurt was still there, but now there was something else—an ache to understand. “Why don’t you want to love someone?”

Jay looked up, his eyes meeting yours for just a moment before they darted away again. He hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper when he finally spoke. “I’m afraid of loving someone… and getting hurt.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. There was a vulnerability in his tone that made you hesitate, but you pushed that aside. Instead, you took a deep breath, letting the silence stretch for a moment before you stepped even closer, a sudden idea forming in your mind.

“Then…” You paused, feeling the weight of your words. “How about you date me until graduation? And once the spring comes, we’ll part ways.” You smiled softly, the sadness lingering behind it as you met his eyes again. “Love me only until this spring.”

Jay’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by your proposal. You could see the conflict in his gaze, the way he wanted to say no but hesitated. He looked down at the pile of gifts again, his fingers brushing the edge of one of the boxes before he finally sighed, shaking his head softly.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he murmured, his voice unsure.

You bit your lip, stepping even closer. “Oh, c’mon! Please?” You knew how desperate you sounded, how much like a lovestruck fool you must’ve appeared. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t let this chance slip away—not when you were this close.

Jay looked up at you, really looked at you this time. His eyes searched yours for something, and after a long pause, he let out a resigned sigh. “Fine,” he muttered, his voice soft but clear. “I’ll love you… only until this spring.”

And as he spoke, he gazed at you, his expression unreadable as his eyes flickered to the gifts on his desk—reminders of the fleeting nature of the affection people offered him. You couldn’t help but wonder if, just maybe, this was the start of something that could last longer than a single season.

LOVE ME ONLY ‘TIL THIS SPRING — Spring had barely begun to unfurl its vibrant colors, but you already felt the weight of an unspoken clock ticking down. Two months remained until graduation, and with it, the end of your deal with Jay—no strings, no lasting attachments, just a fleeting experience of dating. But for you, it was never just that. You had been attached long before this "spring romance" ever started, yet here you were, clinging to his arm like a lifeline, trying to savor each moment despite the cold reality of an expiration date.

Walking down the crowded hallway, your grip on his arm tightened. The judgmental glances from other students followed you both, sharp and filled with disdain, as though they couldn't understand why Jay, the untouchable, mysterious boy, was with you. You knew the looks well—they stung, but they didn’t surprise you. This whole thing was supposed to be temporary, just a silly experiment. Yet, the knot in your chest told a different story. You were already in too deep.

Jay, on the other hand, remained indifferent. His usual stoic expression hadn't changed much since the two of you began this strange arrangement. He didn't stop you from holding his hand, from clinging to his arm, but he didn’t make any gestures that suggested anything deeper. He had agreed to this—dating until spring, no more, no less—but you couldn’t help but wonder: Was this all just a façade?

“Don’t you dare hurt her.” Semi, your friend, shot Jay a warning glance as the two of you passed by her near the lockers. The sharpness in her voice cut through the haze of your thoughts, bringing you back to reality. You almost winced at her words, remembering how you’d bragged about dating Jay. What would she say if she knew this was all temporary?

Jay glanced down at you, sensing your discomfort, and squeezed your hand gently. It was a small gesture, but one that momentarily eased your embarrassment. For a second, you allowed yourself to imagine that this wasn’t just for show, that maybe—just maybe—he felt something too.

The walk home after school was quiet, as usual. Jay walked beside you, his hands in his pockets, while you clutched your bag, the silence between you growing heavier with each step. Even though you had been dating for a month, it was nothing like the relationships you’d imagined. There were no sweet goodnight texts, no surprise visits, no real affection beyond holding hands. He never let you into his world—into his home or his heart.

Finally, when you reached the school gates, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. The words spilled out before you could stop them.

“Jay...” You called his name softly, biting your lip, your hand clutching your bag tighter.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. “Mm?” was all he hummed in response, his voice low and casual.

You felt your heart race, unsure if you were being too bold or foolish, but you pressed on. “Can you kiss me?” The words came out rushed, your face heating up instantly. You almost couldn’t believe what you’d just said. “I mean—I'm your girlfriend, right... So, can you kiss me? A peck is fine too.”

Jay froze, blinking in surprise. His eyes widened slightly as if he hadn’t expected such a request from you. “Huh?” He coughed, nearly choking on his breath, clearly caught off guard by your sudden boldness. The corner of his lips twitched as though he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or be serious.

You immediately regretted it, feeling your face burn even more. The silence that followed felt agonizing. You could practically hear your own heart pounding in your chest. “Nevermind,” you mumbled, waving it off as you turned away, your shoulders slumping in defeat. Why did I say that? Embarrassment flooded through you, and you started to walk ahead, putting distance between the two of you.

But then, before you could take more than two steps, you felt a sudden tug on your wrist. Jay had grabbed you from behind, his hand firm yet gentle as he pulled you back toward him. You barely had time to turn around before he was there—his lips crashing onto yours.

The kiss was sudden, forceful, and filled with an intensity you hadn’t anticipated. His lips were soft, warm against yours, but there was something almost desperate in the way he kissed you, as if he was letting out something he had been holding back for too long. You were momentarily stunned, eyes wide in shock, but your body responded instinctively, your hands coming up to gently hold onto his shirt for support.

Jay's other hand slid to the back of your neck, his touch delicate but firm, pulling you closer as though he needed to feel your presence, to make the moment real. The world around you seemed to blur, the whispers of students, the hum of cars in the distance—all of it faded as the kiss deepened. You could feel your heartbeat hammering in your chest, but it wasn’t just because of the kiss—it was the realization that, in this brief moment, something shifted. This wasn’t the kiss of someone merely fulfilling a temporary deal.

After what felt like an eternity, Jay slowly pulled back, his breath warm against your lips. He gazed down at you, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. His hand lingered on your wrist for a second longer, as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“I... I didn’t expect that,” you breathed out, still dazed from the kiss, your cheeks flushed as you stared up at him.

Jay didn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes searching yours, as if debating whether to speak or to leave things unsaid. Finally, he muttered, “You asked for it.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

He shrugged, his lips quirking up in a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Maybe I wanted to.” His voice was low, almost as if he hadn’t meant for you to hear it.

For a moment, you stood there, staring at each other, the weight of the unspoken emotions between you heavy in the air. Maybe this spring wasn’t just a fleeting experience. Maybe, just maybe, something real was growing between the two of you. But neither of you dared to say it aloud.

THE DAY THE LILAC FLOWERS FALL — The weekend sun shone brightly, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets as you wandered aimlessly with Semi by your side. It was a rare day of freedom, a chance to escape from the chaos of school and simply relax. Laughter filled the air as the two of you shared stories and jokes, weaving through the crowd in search of the next spot to explore.

But then, everything shifted in an instant.

Distracted by Semi's teasing, you hadn’t noticed the tall figure walking toward you until it was too late. Your shoulder brushed against his, and before you knew it, the man was glaring down at you with a look that sent a shiver down your spine. “Sorry,” you muttered quickly, lowering your head in hopes that your apology would be enough to diffuse the situation.

It wasn’t.

“Girls like you always do this.” His voice was a low, menacing growl, filled with disdain. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he suddenly reached out, grabbing your wrists with a force that made you wince. The sudden, painful grip startled you, your breath catching in your throat as fear surged through your veins.

Semi, ever the protective friend, immediately rushed forward. “Hey, let go of her!” she demanded, her voice firm despite the obvious tension. But even she hesitated slightly, clearly aware of how much stronger the guy was.

You struggled against his hold, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened, making you feel more trapped with each passing second. Panic set in, and just as you were about to call out for help, a blur of movement caught your eye.

A sharp, powerful punch connected with the man’s face, and the sound echoed in your ears, causing everyone around to freeze. You gasped as you realized who had thrown the punch—Jay.

Your eyes widened as you watched in stunned silence. Jay had appeared out of nowhere, and now, he was standing protectively in front of you, his fists clenched and his expression dark, far more intense than you’d ever seen before. The guy stumbled back, groaning in pain, but Jay wasn’t done. He lunged forward, landing another punch, and then another, each hit more brutal than the last.

“Jay, stop!” you cried out, rushing toward him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. You had never seen him like this before, this fierce and angry. He was relentless, and the guy, now bleeding and terrified, tried to shield himself, but Jay didn’t let up.

You reached out, grabbing onto Jay’s arm from behind, desperately trying to pull him away. “Jay, please!” you pleaded, your voice shaky. “That’s enough. Please…”

At your touch, Jay finally froze. His body stiffened as if suddenly aware of what he had done. The guy on the receiving end of his punches scrambled to his feet and fled, not daring to look back, his face bloodied and bruised. You stood there, still gripping Jay’s arm, your breath shaky as you tried to process what had just happened.

Before you could say anything else, Jay turned toward you. In an instant, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. The suddenness of it made your heart skip a beat. His embrace was tight, protective, almost as if he was trying to shield you from the world. One of his hands gently stroked your hair, his touch surprisingly tender considering the fury that had consumed him moments before.

“You could’ve gotten hurt,” he muttered, his voice low and filled with concern as he buried his face into your hair, breathing deeply as if needing to calm himself down.

You stood there in his arms, completely speechless. This wasn’t the Jay you were used to—the distant, indifferent guy who rarely showed emotion. This was different. The way he held you, the way he had rushed to your side without hesitation… it felt real, it felt genuine. For the first time, he felt like a real boyfriend, and the warmth that spread through you at that realization was almost overwhelming.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around him in return, hugging him tightly. His scent, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—it all made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could hurt you as long as he was there. You wanted to stay in that moment forever.

But then, of course, Semi broke the silence with a loud, exaggerated cough. You could hear the barely-contained giggles bubbling up in her throat, and when you looked over, she was smirking, clearly enjoying the display of "live romance" that had unfolded before her eyes.

You felt a rush of embarrassment flood through you, your cheeks heating up as you quickly pulled away from Jay’s embrace, though part of you didn’t really want to let go. Jay cleared his throat, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he glanced between you and Semi.

“Um…” you started, but you weren’t even sure what to say. How could you even begin to explain all of this?

Semi, however, wasn’t going to let you off that easily. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. “Well, that was… something,” she teased, folding her arms across her chest. “Didn’t know Jay had it in him to be a knight in shining armor.”

Jay rolled his eyes, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I wasn’t trying to be anything,” he muttered under his breath, but his hand found its way to yours again, fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture that felt so natural, it made your heart flutter.

“You definitely looked the part,” Semi added, winking at you. “Seriously though, you okay? That guy was a creep.”

You nodded, still a little shaken but grateful. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks to Jay.” You glanced up at him, unable to hide the soft smile on your face. He looked down at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Good,” he said quietly, his eyes lingering on you for just a second longer. There was something in his gaze, something unspoken that made you wonder if this moment had changed things between you two—if maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just for show anymore.

CLIMAX OF OUR WHITE SPRING DAYS — Graduation day had arrived like a ticking clock you couldn’t silence. The weight of finality pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. You stood in the sea of students, watching the world pass by in slow motion as the sun bathed everything in warm light, but inside, you felt cold.

Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your gown as you glanced over at him—Jay—standing with his friends, laughing about something that seemed distant and unreachable. The end of your three-month dating experiment loomed over you like a dark cloud. It wasn’t just the end of school. It was the end of him, of being close to him, even if it was just pretend.

“Go talk to him.” Semi’s voice broke through the haze as she nudged you, her eyes filled with that encouraging spark she always had. But you didn’t move. How could you? You weren’t his girlfriend anymore, not even in the superficial way you'd been for these past few months.

You had no right to approach him.

Your chest tightened as you tried to steady your breath, but your eyes betrayed you, drifting back to him once more. The laughter, the movement, the noise—it all blurred, dimming around the edges until it seemed like everyone was fading away, disappearing like smoke in the wind. And then there was just him.

Only him.

The background turned white, stark and empty. The vividness of the graduation, the bright colors of everyone’s robes and caps, the cheerful chaos—all of it vanished, leaving you standing in this surreal silence.

Jay stood alone now, the only one left in this strange world that suddenly felt more dream than reality. He started walking toward you, every step deliberate, but there was something different—something ethereal.

You blinked, unsure of what you were seeing. There was a faint shimmer behind him, something soft and luminous, like wings. Wings? You blinked again, and there they were, delicate and translucent, fluttering gently with each step he took. His face was calm, serene, almost unrecognizable from the boy you'd dated. He was... otherworldly.

Your heart pounded in your chest, confusion twisting through you. “What…?” you muttered to yourself, trying to make sense of it, but nothing made sense anymore.

Jay stopped in front of you, his gaze soft and yet so intense, locking onto yours with an emotion you couldn’t place. Slowly, as if afraid he might shatter the moment, he reached up and grazed his fingers across your cheek, his touch light as a feather.

“You need to wake up now,” he whispered, his voice deeper, gentler than you'd ever heard before. “It’s been too long since you’ve been in the dark.”

His words cut through you, leaving you more confused than ever. Wake up? What did that mean? What darkness was he talking about?

You flinched at his touch, stepping back as your breath hitched. “What are you saying?” The tremor in your voice betrayed your panic. You looked around, desperate to find something familiar, something to cling to. But all you could see was the white, stretching endlessly around you. You couldn’t make sense of anything. Nothing was real.

Your hands flew to your head as a sudden pain pulsed in your temples. Flashes of light blinked before your eyes—images you couldn’t fully grasp, memories or maybe dreams, flashing too fast for you to catch. You dropped to your knees, the weight of it all crashing down on you, confusion and frustration mixing until you couldn’t breathe.

“I don’t—” Your voice cracked as you clawed at the air, scratching your head as if trying to tear away the confusion. “What’s happening?”

The ground felt soft beneath you, like clouds, but the pressure in your chest grew tighter, heavier, as if the world itself was closing in.

Jay knelt down beside you, his movements slow and calm, his eyes filled with something deep, something almost tender. He reached for you again, but you flinched, not wanting to feel the foreignness of his touch.

“Shhh,” he whispered softly, his voice like a lullaby, as his hand hovered over your head. He didn't push. He simply waited, his presence both grounding and terrifying at once. You wanted to push him away, to demand answers, but at the same time, a strange comfort wrapped around you, like a blanket in the middle of a storm.

The world flickered around you, the white light growing brighter, almost blinding.

Jay leaned closer, his face inches from yours. “It’s time to say goodnight,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. Before you could protest, before you could even think, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips gentle and reassuring.

And then, just as quickly as he had appeared, the world around you shifted. The soft white light began to darken, curling at the edges, growing darker and darker until it swallowed everything whole. The last thing you felt was Jay’s warmth before it, too, faded into the blackness. You were alone.

Your breath hitched, and you closed your eyes as the darkness wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, pulling you under.

THE END OF LILAC SPRING — The world felt like it was spinning, even though you were lying still. Blinding light from the overhead lamp above your hospital bed seeped into your barely-open eyes, burning your retinas. The persistent beep of a heart monitor echoed in the room, in time with the erratic pounding of your heart. But the voice that broke through it all— Semi's voice—was frantic, pulling you back to the surface.

“Wake up! Wake up!”

Your eyelids fluttered open fully, only to meet the concerned face of your best friend, Semi. Her hands hovered just above your blanket-covered arms, as if afraid to touch you. Her wide eyes, framed by disheveled strands of hair, looked both relieved and shaken. This wasn’t the Semi you’d known for years. There was something different about her—something less familiar, almost like she was a stranger. And that strange feeling twisted in your chest like a knife.

You blinked, trying to adjust to the light, to the sudden rush of sensations hitting you all at once—the smell of antiseptic, the sound of footsteps outside the door, the faint chatter of doctors and nurses.

But none of that mattered. Where was Jay?

“W-where’s Jay?” you gasped out, sitting up too quickly, causing a sharp tug on the tubes attached to your arms. You barely registered the IV drip dangling beside you or the oxygen clip on your finger. Your mind was racing, your heart thundering against your ribcage as you searched the sterile, white room. He had to be here. He always was.

Semi blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Jay?” she echoed, her voice hesitant as she sat down on the chair beside your hospital bed, shifting uncomfortably. You could see the confusion written all over her face, like she was trying to solve a puzzle but missing the pieces.

Your heart lurched. Why wasn’t she answering? Why wasn’t he here?

“Jay!” you nearly shouted this time, the panic rising in your throat, making your voice crack. “The class leader! He was in the history club too—he was my boyfriend!” Your words tumbled out, desperate, almost pleading with her to remember.

But Semi’s expression only grew more puzzled, her lips parting slightly as if trying to find the right words. She didn’t know him.

“There’s no Jay,” she said, her voice flat, her eyes searching yours as if waiting for a reaction. “What are you even talking about? You’ve been in a coma for almost a year, and the first thing you ask about is some guy?”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. No Jay? No Jay?! You stared at her, wide-eyed, the room tilting dangerously around you. Your breath caught in your throat, and you glanced around again, your head pounding as if your brain couldn’t process what she was saying. You could barely hear the doctors' voices outside, your parents’ relieved murmurs from the corner of the room.

“I—I don’t understand.” Your voice trembled, and your fingers clutched the thin hospital blanket in a white-knuckled grip. How could Jay not exist? How could she not know him when every single day had been filled with him? “We were together, Semi. He was real. He was real!”

But Semi wasn’t budging. She leaned back, crossing her arms, frustration flickering in her eyes. “You were in a car accident. Do you remember that?” she asked, her voice softening slightly, though there was still a hint of disbelief. ���A car crash. Blood everywhere. That’s why you’ve been in a coma.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her eyes flickered to the tubes attached to your body. “That’s why you’re here.”

Your body went cold. A coma? Blood? The words bounced around in your head, but they didn’t stick. Your hands trembled as they reached for the bed’s railing, trying to anchor yourself. You could still feel Jay’s presence, still remember his smile, his touch, the way he’d whispered goodnight to you... before everything went dark.

A cold shiver ran down your spine, and your throat tightened as you managed to ask, “W-what date is it?”

“September 20, 2024,” Semi replied, her voice barely audible, but it hit you like a tidal wave. September.

Your eyes widened as the pieces began to fall apart in your mind, crumbling like ash in your hands. The school year, the three months with Jay, the spring—none of it had been real. None of it.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of it all settled in your chest like a boulder, pressing down, squeezing the air from your lungs. A quiet tear slipped down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away, turning to look out the window as if the outside world could give you some semblance of reality.

Beyond the glass, the sky was painted in soft shades of pink and orange, the setting sun casting a warm glow over everything. Lilac flowers fluttered from a nearby tree, caught in the gentle breeze. They swirled in the air, delicate and fleeting, just like the memories of Jay.

You watched them fall, your heart aching with a bittersweet pang. Was it all just a dream? Had Jay been nothing more than a figment of your comatose mind, created to fill the emptiness while you lay in the dark? The thought was unbearable, but the more you tried to hold onto him, the more he slipped away—like the lilac petals, fading from your reach.

But somewhere deep inside, beneath the confusion and pain, a small part of you hoped—hoped that he was real. That maybe, somewhere, in some other world, Jay existed, waiting with that final page of your story. And though you couldn’t be sure, you held onto that hope, because the goodbye—his goodnight—had been too sweet, too tender to be nothing at all.

With trembling hands, you let the last tear fall, watching as the petals danced in the wind, disappearing into the horizon. Even if it was just a dream, you wished for one more chapter—one more part in the story that had been left unfinished.

Riri’s note: idk what I even wrote but here it is, all based on iu’s lyrics of lilac—

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[flwrstqr]

hi, user flwrstqr previously lilacnini, congratulations on your marriage w user mioons previously luvlyhee. — maid of honor 😽🙌🏻

@mioons R u hearing this 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔡

[dollyhoon]

Hi I don't want to sound rude but why do you never credit other people with some of your things? I noticed lots of similarities to Your posts and others. (Sorry english is not my first language.)

Hi anon ! Im a bit confused,do u mean the pictures ?? And if u did,people or blogs dont own pictures,but they do own their layouts,but if u dont mean the pics can u be more specific ?? And no,u dont sound rude at all ^^

[kosmogrl]

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[astrologyvas]

some virgo notes in honor of virgo szn

୨ৎ [18+] ˚˖𓍢 🦢✧˚.

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virgo moon — this placement is so brat. sheer tank tops, cigarettes, making questionable decisions at 3am. the sign of virgo is notorious for being clean and neat, but this placement is so beautifully sloppy. (ex. charli xcx, lorde, madonna, zoe kravitz)

virgo rising — little fawns drinking from the stream. but also the type of people you make awkward eye contact with. virgo risings are so observant of their surroundings, and i've noticed that if they see someone paying attention to them too, they can get super flustered

asteroid eros in virgo (433) — their heart is won with a heartfelt compliment. also the type of people who watch 18+ videos just to take notes. they may come across shy & reserved, but when they open up, these native's want to look and perform perfectly. they want to be everything their partner finds attractive. definitely captivated by intellect and wit

lilith in virgo (bml) — these people are on a mission for knowledge, and they might find a lot of healing through it. the kind of person who is completely consumed by their craft. i've also noticed they have a lot of shame and guilt when it comes to being wrong, they want to be able to prove their point no matter what

virgo in the 2nd house — very coy when it comes to discussing finances. probably refuses to share how much they make or what their salary is

virgo mars — virgo is the fashion sign. with virgo mars, i've noticed they're usually the "executive" fashion placement. these people are gifted visionaries when it comes to high fashion and outfit composition (ex. princess diana). mercurial energy in general meshes well with the fashion world— but virgo mars specifically have a very refined and chic personal style

virgo venus — while virgo mars have an eye for fashion framework, virgo venus is the muse. these people are able to pull off clothing extremely well, a lot of things just fall on them in a visually pleasing way. so many fashion icons w this placement

chiron in virgo — being "the wound of perfection," these people tend to have a never-ending feeling that something is wrong with them, and i've noticed they can easily fall victim to the toxic self-improvement mindset. (ex. chiron in virgo in the 4th house— pressure from family to be flawless, family could have placed intense standards and restrictions on them)

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virgo descendant — these native's want someone to cook for them, someone who wakes them up so they don't have to set an alarm. perpetually yearning to frolic in the forest with their partner

virgo mercury — the FBI. their bullshit detector is crazy, and arguing with them is literally terrifying. the negative aspect of this placement i've noticed is that they can struggle with being taken too seriously, even if they're trying to be funny or lighthearted. i've also noticed that they get immense relief from journaling, it's a good way to release all the energy in their head

virgo sun — one of the more intimidating virgo placements from my experience. they can be similar to virgo risings, however i've noticed virgo suns are a little bit more intense and aloof upon initially meeting them

virgo rising — every virgo rising i know gets super carsick. either that or they have such sensitive stomachs in general, like getting nauseous from eating anything. also a recycled take, but i swear they really are prone to lactose intolerance

virgo degrees 6°, 18° — placements in virgo degrees can give the planet/celestial body an entwined energy of rigidity and reservation, and can higher your standards revolving the themes of the planet. (ex. sagittarius rising at 6° could manifest as someone who can be obsessive and nitpicky over their body, or is more shy than typical sagittarius ascendants. may even slightly resemble physical virgo traits)

asteroid lust in virgo (4386) — i've noticed that these people feel like they can't fit into their own standards, especially regarding sex. deep insecurity can stem from physical intimacy, may have a lot of anxiety around how their body looks while in the act

virgo midheaven — these people obtain the important roles of society and crush them. i've noticed that these native's can handle the pressure from vital and demanding roles like doctors, dentists, or manager positions because of their personal desire for perfection—specifically revolving their career

virgo sun — this placement has such an infamous reputation in music. they're the blueprint for so many genres and types of sound, the people you think of when you think of "music" (michael jackson, beyoncé, freddie mercury, amy winehouse)

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જ⁀➴ ♡ This is our 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 love - Nishimura Riki

(synopsis) ♧ y/l/n y/n was a sweet hufflepuff who had fallen for the devil, or in this case—nishimura riki. he was a slytherin who had quite a reputation in hogwarts but even though everyone told y/n to stay away from him, she just couldn’t. but he would never fall for her…right? ⋆⭒˚.⋆

slytherin!nishimura riki x hufflepuff!reader ♧ some angst, fluff ♧ catcalling (once), cursing, riki saves reader from some gross guys, a kiss at the end ♧ she fell first but he fell harder ♧ wc 2.1k

y/l/n y/n was one of the sweetest, kindest, soft-hearted people you will ever meet in your life. she belonged in hufflepuff and the sorting hat didn’t even need to touch her head before knowing that she was a hufflepuff.

nishimura riki was one of the most cold-hearted, snarky people you will ever meet. he had a huge reputation in hogwarts as the slytherin. he was always surrounded by his group of friends and a trail of fangirls following, wishing for even just a small glance their way—that never happened.

so when these two polar opposites cross paths, will they be able to get along? or will they ignore one another and continue living their lives separately?

the cold, winter air reminded y/n that the holidays were just around the corner, and so were the exams. she had been studying every second she got, preparing for the exams before her nice, long break.

as she walked through the gates, into the quidditch field, she saw the slytherin team gathered on the field. deciding to ignore them, y/n pulled her scarf closer to her face, and passed by.

“hey princess, why don’t you meet me at the common room later tonight and i can show you a great time!” one of the players called out. y/n winced at the harsh words but tried to ignore them, picking up her pace.

“hey! i’m talking to you!” geez, he wouldn’t give up. she turned on her heel, facing the quidditch team, hoping the guy would leave her alone after she looked at him and politely declined. instead of just one guy, she was faced by three, slowly moving closet to her and it gave her the ick.

"don't you know when someone's talking to you?" one of the three guys grunted. y/n recognized one of them as blaise zabini, one of nishimura riki's friends.

before the three could get any closer, a voice cut them off.

"yah! come on, we have practice to continue. stop being perverts and leave the girl alone," y/n recognized that deep, husky voice. it belonged to nishimura riki. great, i'm screwed now, she thought to herself.

"you okay?" a voice surprised her and looking up to see who it was, she was greeted with the handsome face of nishimura riki.

"y-yeah. thanks for helping me.." she murmured, suddenly feeling shy under the piercing gaze. the boy just nodded before walking away, back to practice.

y/n was now intrigued. she wanted to know what riki was actually like instead of perceiving him based off of rumors other students had told her.

but since they were the exact opposite of each other, it might be hard for y/n to get closer to him.

the following day, y/n was in her usual spot in the library, her nose tucked into the book she was focused on. however, she must've been so concentrated that she didn't notice the person sitting in the chair across from her.

it wasn't until the person placed their books down that y/n noticed their presence, jumping in her seat slightly.

"oh hi again! sorry, i didn't see you," she said, offering a warm smile to the boy across from her. once again, she ran into nishimura riki but this time, in a place she didn't expect to see him. he just nodded before pretending to study.

riki wasn't exactly a huge fan of the academics, but he was able to barely pass his classes. but after that interaction he had with this mysterious girl yesterday, he was intrigued to learn more about her.

he asked one of his teammates who the girl was and that's where he learned her name. y/l/n y/n.

he did know who she was because everyone in the hogwarts knows of "hufflepuff's sweethearts" which was a group of girls who were nothing but sweet and kind. y/n in particular though was the most popular out of all of them because people found her extra kind.

but the thing that shocked everyone once they get to know her better was the fact that she didn’t have a boyfriend. all of the other girls in the group have their partners but y/n doesn't. everyone is usually shocked by it because she's the kindest, yet she hasn't gotten a boyfriend yet.

it wasn't that no one had crushes on her—they did—but because y/n believed that none of them were the one for her.

y/n had been noticing riki more and more and she was starting to think it wasn't just a coincidence.

he would show up in the library at the same times y/n would, sitting right across from her and just reading a textbook. or he would purposefully seek her out and then "accidentally" bump into her.

riki was confused though. why was she making his heart feel this way? what were all these feelings he felt whenever he caught a glimpse of y/n?

y/n was going through a similar crisis as riki. she's never had a crush before so she wouldn't exactly know what to feel if she did have one, but she was sure that the feelings she felt whenever she would catch the gaze of riki was what a crush felt like. her heart would flutter when their eyes met, and she would quickly look away, turning into a blushing mess.

as the two of them lay in their own beds, one question lingered in their heads..am i in love?

this was driving riki absolutely insane now. he had come to the realization that he did in fact like y/n but how would he ever have a shot with her when people around her were telling her to stay away from riki cause he's "bad news". he prayed that she didn't listen to what they had to say about him and maybe had feelings for him as well?

y/n was going mad. left and right, she had people telling her to stay away from nishimura riki either because it was out of her well-being or it was some of riki's fangirls. she had accepted the fact that nishimura riki was her first crush but with the amount of people coming up to her everyday, she was getting very tired of it.

"hey wait up!" y/n stopped and turned around at the sound of a deep voice calling out to her. there, she was greeted with riki’s handsome face, a soft smile on his face.

“oh? hi riki, did you need something?” y/n asked, shuffling her feet around nervously. she noticed a couple of people whispering on the sides and sending judgmental looks towards her way. it sent a shiver town her spine.

“oh uhh no, i just wanted to ask you something,” riki replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“go ahead!” y/n smiled brightly. god did that do something to riki.

“umm..yeah so, i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date?…with me?…i know we don’t really know each other, but i just..” riki mumbled the last bit, not exactly knowing what else to say.

this was most definitely not what y/n was expecting. in all honesty, y/n didn’t even know what to expect. but definitely not this.

“no no no! i mean- yes! i will, i do want to!” y/n blurted.

“really? how about you meet me in the slytherin common rooms tomorrow at 12?” his eyes brightened, realizing that he was finally able to get the girl of his dreams.

“that sounds good! see you tomorrow then!” y/n smiled, probably as red as a tomato.

as the two parted ways, y/n noticed how whispers followed her everywhere she went. she only then realized that it was all because she agreed to a date with nishimura riki. the school’s “bad boy”.

today was the day of her date. all of y/n’s friends told her that even though they were unsure about riki, they trusted her and her decisions.

they helped her get ready, making sure that she was drop dead gorgeous. y/n could feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. she was so nervous yet excited.

as she made her way over to the slytherin common rooms, she heard a couple of voices, making her pause before entering.

“oh come on nishimura, you’re not actually gonna date that hufflepuff. i don’t even know what you see in her besides for her pretty face,” y/n recognized the voice as draco malfoy’s. maybe he was right. why was riki even going on a date with her? it wasn’t like they even had much interactions with each other. was that all she was? a pretty face who was easy an easy game to play?

before she could realize, tears were pricking at her eyes. but she wanted to wait for riki to defend her. to say that he actually did like her too and he wanted this. but she never heard him speak up. the silence was deafening and each passing second of silence was like a stab to her heart.

she turned to scurry off, but of course, her foot just had to hid the door and make a noise, catching the attention of all the boys in the room.

“shit- it’s 12- fuck, y/n wait!” but riki was too late. he caught a glimpse of her glossy eyes before she ran off. fuck. there goes all his chances with her.

“uh oh. looks like nishimura’s girl heard-”

“shut the fuck off malfoy!” riki spat, ready to fuck him up. the pure anger in riki’s eyes were enough to shut draco up for good. “keep y/n’s names out of your filthy mouths or i’ll be sure to fuck you up.” he seethed before running out of the room and trying to make things right.

y/n was sat under the quidditch field bleachers, her head tucked into her knees, feeling so stupid and ashamed of herself. mostly because she had fallen for nishimura riki. what else was expected of him? of course he didn't actually like her. silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she bundled up her sleeve to wipe them away.

"y/n?? y/n are you here?" a voice startled her. his voice. y/n didn't know whether she wanted to hear him out or not. would she be able to face the harsh reality?

gathering whatever energy she had left, she pushed herself up and out from beneath the bleachers. riki immediately saw her and ran to her, praying she would hear him out.

"y/n! please let me explain! it's just draco running his mouth again! i promise this was genuine!" he begged. at this point, he would do anything for your forgiveness.

"is it true?...that you only got with me cause i was easy?" y/n whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder, she would crumble.

"no! never! i swear that all my feelings were genuine. i know i shouldn't have let malfoy say all that shit about you. you're so much more than a pretty face, you have such a sweet and kind personality and you let me feel like an actual person rather than the reputation i've made for myself." riki rambled, running a hand through his hair.

y/n let those words sink in. so he really did like her back.

"you like me back?" she asked, finally making eye contact with the boy. riki could've sworn his heart almost broke when he locked eyes with your red and puffy eyes caused by tears. tears he caused to fall.

"i like you so much y/l/n y/n. and i mean it," he said softly, bringing a hand up to y/n's face and brushing the hair out of her face.

it's like time has stopped when I am next to you

riki slowly moved in closer to y/n, a hand wrapping around her waist.

it’s like a black hole in another dimension

the connection between the two was strong and y/n knew that he had to be the one she was waiting for all these years.

anomaly, like before light and space

the soft lighting of the sun hidden behind the clouds made the moment more surreal.

you are my absolute law, more significant than gravity

"can i kiss you?" riki whispered onto y/n's lips, their faces only centimeters apart.

a love that goes beyond words

"yes," and with that, riki smashed his lips against y/n's, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.

this is our paranormal love

the kiss was so soft yet filled with feeling. riki wanted to let y/n know how much he actually loved her. how much he's been wanting to do this.

more than normal love

y/n and riki stood under the bleachers, sharing a kiss full of love and passion. they were at the place where it all started. the quidditch field.

you arе my paranormal love

pulling away breathless, the two smiled so brightly. riki rested his forehead against y/n's, closing his eyes to savor this feeling and moment.

maybe falling for nishimura riki wasn't such a bad thing after all.

whew! here it is in all it's glory! i hope you all enjoyed this! if you did, please reblog and like! i appreciate it so much <3

for dani, congrats on 3k my love! it's such a huge accomplishment and it's crazy how much you've grown as a writer! i remember reading everyone's works for your 1k and 2k event and i'm so happy that i get to write a work myself for your 3k event! i can't wait to see you continue to grow here on blr <3 congrats once again dani!

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