#wanted to include the word pink but I fought it off hehe

[puppy4vi]

nsfw!!

thinking abt dry humping on vi’s lap in a revealing miniskirt ;; with one of her hands on your waist to guide your movements, and her other hand keeping your mouth busy with her fingers -

her gaze focused on your lace panties peeking out of your tiny skirt as she grinds you on her lap, and eventually she gets riled up enough from the view to throw you down on the bed and have her way with you ♡

[edensbuttercups]

🤠Pairing: Jaskier x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Prompt: They have been friends since they were little, the reader has a crush on Jaskier but is too shy to tell him how she really feels. The day she was about to confess everything, they had a fight over a big missunderstanding and stop talking for a while. Geralt and Yennefer find out what happened and do what they can to get them both back to what they had before but it doesn't work.

The day of her own birthday (January 31st it's my birthday!!! Hehe) the reader goes to a karaoke bar thinking that no one of her friends was going to be there, since she wanted to spend her day alone because it was the anniversary of that fight and at the same bar. She sings "Two Pieces" by Demi Lovato to say everything and, when she finishes, she realizes that her friends heard her singing, including her crush (whi had gone there to sing with his band a few hours earlier)

A little bit of angst and fluff and a happy ending where the two of then confess their love in the most beautiful and angsty way? And maybe a little bit of Geralt making his best friend see reason and tellong him to go to get her before it's too late because she's planning to go to another city for a whule to get away a little bit?

A/N: first of all I apologise for not posting this earlier!! I was planning on posting this on your birthday but then a) the story didn’t get saved so I had to rewrite it, b) I brought my computer at work (where this was on) and forgot it there) and c) haven’t been able to post on tumblr for some reason for about two hours?? Help. And this proves yet again that I’m a clumsy mess and shouldn’t be trusted! BUT here I am now, so, @caritobbg, hope you like this and sorry yet again! 💖

Also this is a mess but hey, so am I 🤠

I think I love you.

That’s what you had planned on saying. But now here you where, sitting in the now-empty room, looking up at the disco ball, spinning around to the sound of silence. The silver and pink ribbons shifted ever so slightly while you moved your legs closer to your chest.

This was supposed to be a good day, a day full of happiness, friends, drinks, songs, love. But out of all the possibilities, you never thought you’d end up arguing with him. You had fought in the past, heavens, you had known each other for way to long not to have had to, but this time stung more. The way his eyes shifted between you and the room, begging for you to say something, to do something, before finally realising you wouldn’t. And the thing was, you didn’t know why you didn’t.

“I was just joking! You don’t have to take everything so seriously, dude” You heard Jake apologising about the stupid joke he made about Jaskier’s song, and you also saw Jaskier glaring at him for a moment before meeting your eyes once more. “I’ll be leaving.” “Jaskier…” you tried, reaching out to him as fast as he moved away from you. “Happy birthday again.” he muttered, turning around and walking up from the small make-shift karaoke room you had prepared.

After that night he hadn’t called you. You didn’t text and didn’t call either, thinking that giving him space might be the right choice. But then a week passed. And then two. And before you knew it, it had been a month.

Jask, I’m sorry about what happened. Jake was just joking. (message delivered)

Jask? (message delivered)

Jask, I know you’re mad, but he was joking. We’re still friends though, right? (message delivered).

You sighed, letting the phone fall. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You thought about that night almost every day, the innocent joke that Jake made, mocking the cheesy love-song Jask had recently composed. You liked the song. You liked Jaskier. Did he misunderstand?

Time passed. Days, weeks, months. You carried on as normal, working, living as normal. Almost as normal.

You walked slowly, taking in the sunset as it painted the buildings pink. You raised your phone to your ear, ordering something from your favourite take away place, too tired to cook something for yourself.

You closed the door behind you, sighing after the long day at work. You turned the music on and moved to the music, happy to spend the evening on your sofa.

It didn’t take long for you to hear a knock on the door, standing and glancing at the clock, surprised at the speed of the delivery. You swung the door open, taking a step back, surprised.

“How are you?” the white-haired man said, offering a kind smile. “Oh. Geralt? Yen? What are you guys doing here?” “We brought drinks.” Geralt explained. “And company.” Yen added, gesturing at her and Geralt. “We heard about the fight. And we also heard you still haven’t talked about it.” “He won’t answer me. My calls, my texts,..” “I can talk to him.” Geralt said, placing the beers down on the table and opening one.

“Okay. I’ll… yeah, try. Thank you.” you smiled.

You spent the rest of the evening smiling and laughing with your friends, talking about old times, fun mistakes and spontaneous adventures you had all said yes to. You hoped things would go back to normal, and you knew they did too, but things had started falling into place. A different place. But now that the dust was settling life was taking structure again. You still saw Yen, enjoying her company on lonely nights and shopping trips, and Geralt, sometimes meeting him after work for a quick jog or a simple chat. And you knew they still saw Jaskier in their own time.

It was okay.

The next day, walking home once again from work, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You picked it up and answered.

“Hey Geralt, how are you?”

“Hey! I’m good, you?”

“Doing good. You know Eric, from work? He brought donuts for everyone this afternoon, so that was a huge plus.”

“Text me next time and I’ll pop by to steal some” “Will do.” you laughed.

“I wanted to tell you that I talked to Jaskier. Or at least, I tried. He dodged the subject pretty well. I can see he still car-“ “Thanks, Geralt. It’s okay. Just… let’s leave it at that.”

“Okay. Want me to come over? We can watch that film you’ve had on your bucket list for a while.”

“Sure. Thank you.”

“No problem. Be over in 20!”

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You smiled, moving on the stage. People were cheering you on as you sang. You didn’t know anyone there, so you didn’t care what anyone thought. You were sad, it was your birthday, and it had been a whole year without hearing from Jaskier, if not from what your friends told you about him.

You kept singing, throwing everything you felt out, letting go.

“We don't know where to go, so I'll just get lost with you We'll never fall apart, 'cause we fit together right, we fit together right These dark clouds over me, rain down and roll away We'll never fall apart, 'cause we fit together like We fit together like Two pieces of a broken heart“

you felt a tear roll down your cheek as you neared the last phrase.

“There’s a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play”

You moved back, hearing someone else singing the ending of the song. A voice you new well. You turned towards the voice, seeing Geralt and Yen smile behind Jaskier.

  “What are you doing here?” you started, ready to flee the scene. “I was practicing here this afternoon. Yen and Geralt came to pick me up for a night out. We weren’t stalking you.” “Jask.” Yen mumbled. “I… It’s your birthday, right?” “Right.” He nodded, looking back at your friends for a second before nodding, letting them know he wanted a moment alone with you. They smiled and moved towards the bar, far enough to give you some privacy. “Jask, you can go. I’m alright.” “Happy Birthday.” “Thank you.” you smiled. “I missed you.” you added. “I did too.” You looked around, not sure what to talk about. “You sang well.” he stated, pointing at the stage. “Thank you. I… actually chose that song ‘cause… ehm… nothing.” you laughed, taking a step back. “I’ve got to apologise.” “Jaskier, you don’t-“ “No, let me finish. I’m sorry. Because I cut you off for a whole year. But I didn’t plan to. The first week, I was too embarrassed. The next, angry. After that time passed and I felt like I was just going to make a scene if I came back out of nowhere. Geralt said you were okay and that was all that mattered to me, so I just… let you go, I guess.” “but why didn’t you answer my messages?” he furrowed his eyebrows, looking around, trying to understand. “Messages… Oh.” “What?” “My phone. Broke. I thought the contacts would just sync with the new number?" “Oh. So you weren’t ignoring me!” “I’d never do that! I thought you didn’t want to talk to me!” “But why?” “Because of the song?” “I liked the song?” “The song was for you. The things I said, the emotions I expressed, were all things you made me feel.” “Oh Jaskier. I didn’t know. I thought it was just another song. For another girl.” “Oh but they’ve all been for you, dear. You never noticed, and I figured as much, but that night I wanted to let you know, let everyone know. But when Jake made that joke, and you laughed, I thought you figured it all out and thought you hated it. Hated me.” “Never. But when you say “made me feel”…” you trailed on, waiting for his reaction. “Has anything changed? I know it’s been a year, but…” you carried on. You felt two heavy hands rest on your shoulders, and quickly turned to meet Geralt’s eyes. “Of course he does. A whole year and he barely shut up about you. “How is she doing? Is she okay? What has she been up to? Does she have a boyfriend?”. Heh, he’s smitten and has been for a long time.” “Geralt, I swear to God…” Jaskier reached for Geralt, jumping around, trying to land a punch. You jumped between them, landing a quick kiss on Jaskier’s lips before leaping away, pulling Geralt away with you. You watched as he stayed still, dumbfounded, for a minute, his cheeks red. But not long after there he was, chasing after the two of you and laughing along, with the intention of thanking getting revenge on Geralt and kissing you ‘till the sun came up.

[cyberhwas]

➳ pairing/characters: hercules! mingi x reader, wooyoung as terpishchore (muse of dance), seonghwa as erato (muse of love poetry), hongjoong as euterpe (muse of music), jongho as polyhymnia (muse of hymns), yeosang as thalia (muse of comedy), san as clio (muse of history), yunho as urania (muse of astronomy) 

➳genre: fluff, greek mythology au, inspired by hercules (the animated disney film), romance, angst, mutual pining, denial of feelings (reader is very stubborn hehe) 

➳ tw: mentions of death, slight violence, light swearing, soul-selling, servitude, mentions of bullying (nothing too intense)   

➳ disclaimer: may contain slight inaccuracies concerning dates, i also changed the story a little bit to make it a less bit intense, so there won’t be anything like what happened in the movie, which is honestly a bit intense? i mean, hercules goes to the underworld and retrieves meg’s soul after she gets crushed by a boulder so i won’t be including that outcome in this series. 

➳ rating: m, 18+

➳ wc: 5.8k

➳  summary:  after your first relationship had ended quite tragically, love was the last thing on your mind. however, after countless encounters with song mingi, the beautiful hero, being open to love again seemed possible.

 ➳ note: this was originally supposed to be a drabble, but i guess it’s a mini fic series now? oops? anyways, i hope you all enjoy this, and, as always, feedback is always appreciated💖!! i adore all of you so much and i hope all of you are staying safe and drinking lots of water!! please take care of yourselves my loves!! also this is my first time posting a fic on this blog, so it’s lowkey nerve-wracking but here goes nothing! 

“it’s too cliché, i won’t say i’m in love.” - megara (hercules, 1997)

( june 1, 1300 b.c.e) 

you sighed, wringing out your wet hair, gaze shifting to the muscular male a few feet away, whose cheeks were flushed with pink and looked quite embarrassed. “s-sorry about that.” he mumbled, blush deepening. despite that fact that you had just gotten splashed with water, you couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh. “don’t worry about it, wonder boy. besides, you saved me from the nessus, after all.” 

he laughed softly at the nickname,  hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “it was nothing, really.” you rolled your eyes, fingers combing through your damp hair, ridding it of tangles. “you are too humble, wonder boy.” “i-it’s mingi, actually.” “hmm, it suits you, but i think i like wonder boy better.” you smirked, trying not to laugh at how flustered said male was, turning a shade equally as red as his hair. 

 out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a flash of pink and green, as well as a tendril of black smoke, and tried not to grimace at the sight. “well, i better go. thanks for saving me, wonder boy.” you turned to go, ignoring the dread pooling in your stomach at having to talk with hades again. “wait, can i at least get your name?” mingi blurted, stopping you in your tracks. you glanced over your shoulder, making sure to keep your expression as neutral as possible. “it’s y/n.” and with that, you disappeared into the heart of the woods, ignoring the erratic beating of your heart. 

you braced yourself for the annoying lecture you were going to receive from the god of death himself, watching as he took physical form, tendrils of black smoke filling the air. a few seconds later, hades stood in front of you; his two minions standing attentively at his side. “y/n, how was your first meeting with wonder breath?” “fine.” hades frowned. “that’s it?” “nothing, you know, dramatic happen?” you tried not to roll your eyes at how clueless hades was acting, as if he wasn’t the one that summoned the monster in the first place. “the monster grabbed me, i pretended to act like a damsel in distress, wonder boy saved me; i got splashed with water, that’s about it.” “so, he didn’t, you know, show a weakness that might help me defeat him?” 

“no, wonder boy’s as strong and unbeatable as they say.” hades’ dark eyes narrowed. “we’ll see about that.” he murmured, and you ignored the uneasy feeling in your stomach. “good work today, y/n. once wonder boy falls for you, then we can find out what exactly can break him.” you swallowed against the bile rising in your throat, and managed a weak nod. 

“don’t forget the deal we made.” you resisted the urge to scowl at the way hades’ lip curled at your reaction. 

centuries ago, you were a completely different girl, romantic and open to love. you had fallen in love with your then boyfriend at the time, only to have him taken away from you, permanently. a sickness had plagued the small village you lived in at the time, and your boyfriend had been unfortunate enough to succumb to the deadly illness, and died just a week after he had contracted it. you were desperate and heartbroken, and then during one rainy day, hades had appeared before you, offering you a deal. he would revive your boyfriend, but only if you would sell your soul to him, as well as promising years of servitude. agreeing to such a deal would be foolish and unorthodox, especially for a dead lover, but because your heart and mind were so broken, you had agreed to hades’ terms. 

hades had summoned a scroll and a black feather quill, and thus, your soul had been signed away. the god of the underworld had kept his word and revived your lover, but he had soon ripped your heart out by leaving you for another woman. you had never felt so foolish in your life, and from that day on, you swore off love, and built walls around yourself, refusing to let anyone in, afraid of suffering the same fate you had with your first love. 

“you’re my servant, don’t forget that. and what i tell you to do, you do it, unless you want to be thrown in tarturus, or maybe suffer the same fate as him?” you fought the urge to punch hades in his horrifyingly gorgeous face as you shook your head, careful not to let your anger show. “i don’t have any complaints.” hades smiled, seemingly pleased. “good, you know what to do, with wonder breath then?” you nodded, tearing your gaze away from his dark, soulless, eyes. 

hades gave you a mock wave as he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. when you were finally alone, you collapsed onto the soft, green grass, burying your face into your hands, sobbing. 

(months later) 

you allowed yourself a small smile at the dainty, white flower in your hand, the sweet-smelling petals invading your senses; the petals soft and velvety against your fingertips. it was a particularly beautiful day, with the sun shining brightly above you, the sky cloudless and a gorgeous shade of light blue. there was even a small breeze that tickled your skin and hair,  fresh air washing over you, relieving you from the otherwise unbearable heat. you were sitting on a stone bench in a garden, enjoying the great weather and admiring the flower in your hand. it’d been nearly four months since you had begun to flirt with mingi, and there were days where you had forgotten the reason you were talking to him in the first place. mingi was not only unbelievably gorgeous, with fiery red hair and forest green eyes that turned into crescents whenever he smiled, but he was also unfailingly sweet, gracious, humble, clumsy, and polite. 

mingi would also turn an adorable shade of pink whenever you would compliment him, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. you also tried your best not to stare at his arms, which were corded with muscle, as they were quite distracting. 

and over the past few months, you had found yourself becoming more and more intrigued and infatuated with mingi, of which you couldn’t help but scold yourself for. there was a part of you that was convinced the sweet words he spoke so often were sincere, but then there was also the part of you that thought otherwise. after all, your last lover had left you to wallow in your own sadness, without so much as a goodbye, even after you had sacrificed so much for him to be able to live again. 

suddenly, annoyance coursed through you and you threw the flower over your shoulder in disgust, not bothering to see where it landed. “y/n, seriously? you’re throwing away a perfectly good flower? it’s like you don’t even care about nature.” you fought the urge to roll your eyes. “wooyoung, i didn’t throw it away, i just carelessly tossed it.” “uh huh, sure.” you couldn’t fight the fond smile that tugged at your lips as you turned to look at the muse, who was standing behind you, mock disapproval on his face. beside him, a tall, silver haired male scoffed and smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “would you quit being a pain in the ass, woo?” seonghwa scolded good naturedly. aforementioned male pouted, the gesture nearly childlike. “you’re so mean seonghwa-hyung.” the older rolled his eyes, expression brightening upon seeing you. “hey, y/n, how’s everything?” you shrugged, ignoring how wooyoung’s hazel eyes narrowed in suspicion. “alright, how is everyone?” “oh, you know, being a pain in my ass, as always.” 

“ignore him, he’s been having writer’s block and has been moping about it for days, so he’d taking out all his pent-up anger on us by being a mother hen all the time.” “kim hongjoong, you better shut it right now before i throw you into tarturus.” 

said muse giggled, head popping out from behind a tall tree, blue hair falling in strands across his forehead. “hi!” hongjoong called out from his hiding place, small hand waving in greeting. “hi , joong, it’s nice to see you!” “likewise!” “what are you doing over there?” “o-oh, i was picking flowers, i was going to weave them into a flower crown.” hongjoong mumbled shyly, a light shade of pink settling across his cheekbones, and you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight. 

“you’re adorable.” “am not. i am older than you, you know.” “yes, but you’re as intimidating as a baby bunny.” “shut up, i am not adorable!” “fine, fine, whatever you say, joong.” “i hate you.” “aw, i love you too.” 

hongjoong sighed as he stepped out from behind the tree, a bunch of pink flowers in his hand, settling down on a patch of grass a few feet away, setting to work on his crown. “if any of you dare to annoy me while i do this, i will bite you.” “wow, cannablism much, hyung?” “san, shut up.” “wow, hyung, you’re so cruel! i just got here and you’re already insulting me!” “san, i swear to zeus, you better shut your mouth and let me weave this gods-damned flower crown before i strangle you.” “damn, someone has a-” “san, would you please just stop being a pain in the ass and listen?” “ok, ok, fine.” san plopped down on the ground next to wooyoung, who was busy admiring the flower in his hand, violet eyes shifting towards you, a smile breaking out on his gorgeous face, dimples indented in his cheeks. “y/n! i haven’t seen you in a millennia! how are things?” “alright, how are you?” “oh, you know, just trying to make sure wooyoung doesn’t get kidnapped or thrown in tarturus, the usual.” “why am i always being bullied?” “because you’re so easy to pick on, woo.” the blonde male gasped in mock offense. “san! how could you say such a thing? i thought we were friends!” said male only rolled his eyes. “quit being so dramatic, will you? you’re giving me a headache! and would you stop yelling? i’m pretty sure zeus can hear you.” “y/n, help me! i’m suffering!” wooyoung whined, falling dramatically into san’s lap, white chiton billowing with the movement. you laughed. “sorry, woo, i’m kind of outnumbered here.” 

wooyoung huffed in annoyance. “stupid hyungs won’t go away and leave me alone.” that earned him a finger flick to the forehead, causing him to cry out in pain. “san, what was that for? that fucking hurt, you know!” the former ignored him. “you should be grateful we’re even around to look after you, you big baby.” 

you rolled your eyes fondly at their incessant bickering, and settled down on the grass next to san, leaning your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. immediately, you felt an arm wrap around your own shoulders. ever since you had met the muses all those years ago, you had become extremely close with all of them, and they were not only your best friends, also the older brothers you’ve always wanted.  they always looked out for you, no matter what, and was there for you when no one else was, and had always treated you like a sister. 

“seriously, though, what’s up with you? you seem happier these days.” san’s tone was light, teasing, but the question was enough to make your face flush scarlet. “you’re as red as a tomato, are you seeing someone?” wooyoung asked, hazel eyes alight with curiosity. one of san’s perfect eyebrows raised in question. “well?” “there’s no one!” “liar.” seonghwa sing-songed from where he was sitting with hongjoong a few feet away, watching the latter with a fond gaze as the petite male wove flowers into a crown. “ok, ok fine, there might be someone.” you mumbled, immediately regretting it when san’s face practically lit up, green eyes twinkling with mirth. “oh? who is it? maybe we know him?” you hesitated, not sure if telling them about mingi was the greatest idea, but you decided to just do it, for you knew that the muses would keep pestering you about him for gods knows how long. 

“i-it’s mingi?” as soon as his name left your mouth, san and wooyoung gasped. “NO WAY! SONG MINGI??? AS IN THE HERO HIMSELF??!”  “yes?” san gave your shoulder a light shove. “how long?” “how long what?” “how long have you been seeing him for?” you blushed furiously. “we’re not dating.” “oh, so do you have a crush on him?” “what? no!” san chuckled, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “y/n, you’re not fooling anyone. you definitely have feelings for mingi, don’t you?” you sighed in defeat. “i really don’t know yet. i’m still trying to figure out my feelings.” san hummed in acknowledgment. “well, you didn’t confirm nor deny, which means that we have the right to tease you about your potential lover!” “say it a little louder, will you?” you hissed, a light shade of red settling across your cheekbones. 

seonghwa snickered, ducking his head down slightly so that hongjoong could place the now finished flower crown on his head. “there’s no shame in being attracted to someone, it’s normal.” “it’s not that i’m embarrassed, it’s just.. i don’t know if i’m ready or willing to be attracted to someone, not after-” san cut you off by throwing his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “don’t you dare finish that sentence. that jerk deserves to rot in tarturus for hurting you.” wooyoung nodded, expression darkening. “i really wanted to punch his face in that day.” 

‘‘we all wanted to.” seonghwa mumbled, crossing his lean arms over his chest, frowning at the memory. “i’m sorry for ruining the mood.” “oh, don’t you dare. you did nothing wrong, y/n. and you did not ruin the mood.” “i did though?” hongjoong shot you a look from across the garden, chestnut eyes flashing with warning. “y/n, please stop blaming yourself for things that aren’t your fault. i hate seeing you miserable, we all do.” his voice was gentle, yet firm, and your heart clenched at how sincere he was. “i really don’t deserve you all as friends.” seonghwa scoffed. “i think it’s the other way around, y/n.” 

where’s yeosang, jongho and yunho?” “jongho’s probably forcing yeosang and yunho to listen to one of his newly written hymns. he’s very picky about them, you know.” “but aren’t they-”  “the muse of comedy and astronomy? yes, which is why yeosang and yunho always complain when jongho asks them for feedback, as they know nothing about music.” “yeah, that’s my forte.” hongjoong mumbled, a slight pout on his lips. “he never asks me for help on anything, hyung.” seonghwa rolled his eyes half-heartedly, reaching out to ruffe the younger’s hair affectionately. “it’s ok, joong, he’ll ask you one day.” “i’ve literally been waiting for a whole gods damn century, hwa!” 

seonghwa tried not to laugh as he pulled the younger into a hug, rubbing comforting circles on his back. “i know, i know, just be patient.” hongjoong huffed, but didn’t say anything after that, burying his face into the crook of seonghwa’s neck, sighing. “the day jongho asks me for help on one of his hymns is the day i will throw myself into tarturus.” “please don’t do that, joong. someone has to help me keep jung wooyoung and choi san in check, i can’t do it on my own.” aforementioned muses cried out in protest. “hey!” seonghwa ignored them, hugging hongjoong tighter. san rolled his eyes, falling back onto the grass, pulling you and wooyoung down with him. you laughed and closed your eyes, letting sleep take over.

mingi couldn’t help but smile as he tossed a stone carelessly across the smooth surface of the river, face flushing scarlet as it always did when he thought of her. cheesy and cliché as it was, she was truly unlike any girl he had ever met, for most of them practically fell at his feet, which made him highly uncomfortable, especially when they would propose marriage. he shuddered, remembering coming back from a particularly difficult mission, which had included killing the hydra, a three-headed beast that had begun terrorizing a small, defenseless village, and as he had walked through the streets once home, girls had tried to grab at him and even went as far as to chase him around the town. 

while mingi was happy that the village acknowledged him, the female attention was well, irritating. people had teased him for it, claiming that he secretly loved it and just was pretending not to like the attention. he really truly hated it, dreaded it even, and would breathe a sigh of relief whenever he managed to escape his very, very, enthusiastic admirers. 

you were different. while you were aware who he was, you didn’t know the “heroic” side of him, which was something that mingi could rarely keep under-wraps lately, and it both surprised and relieved him that you didn’t have a clue about his accomplishments. mingi always felt so awkward whenever people would constantly praise him for his bravery, heroic deeds, the like. he never knew what to say, as he didn’t want to sound arrogant or narcissistic. deep down, mingi hated it when people would talk for days on end about his heroic deeds, for it made him feel a bit uncomfortable. and yes, maybe he asked for all the praise and the glory when he had practically begged maddox to train him, in hopes that people wouldn’t see him as “different” or a “freak.” 

when he’d been living with his parents in the small village he used to call home, all the kids wanted nothing to do with him, for they thought the unnatural strength he possessed was scary and abnormal. after enduring their harsh words for years, mingi decided to leave home and try to find someone who would help him control his strength. 

at first, maddox had been reluctant, especially after all the past heroes he trained died tragically, but eventually gave in when he realized that mingi wasn’t going to take no for an answer. training was difficult, and there had been times where maddox was ready to give up on mingi entirely, to tell him to go back home, but mingi was determined, and he began to improve. 

the training had paid off, mingi supposed, as fighting was something that now came naturally to him. “still thinking about that girl, huh?” mingi fought to hide the blush that was spreading across his cheekbones. “n-no, what makes you say that?” maddox scoffed. “kid, please, you’re making it obvious. you’ve been spacing out a lot recently. plus, you always have that look on your face.” “what look?” “oh you know, the look that says i’m a fool in love, something like that.” “i-i’ve only known her for a few months.” “and?” “there’s no way-” maddox held up a hand, silencing him. “look kid, i know i may not look like the type who’d be in love, but i’ve been there. and you definitely look how i felt centuries ago.” “i mean, i guess i am, i don’t know.” 

maddox leaned against a tall tree, scoffing. “you are kid, trust me. i can see the way you look at her, you’re very much smitten.” “i-i guess?” “you’ll see for yourself one of these days.” mingi ignored how his face flushed at the thought of you having feelings for him, and turned away from his mentor, looking out at the smooth surface of the river in front of him, trying not to let his mind wander. 

“so, are you sure you’re not in love with him? not even a tiny bit?” yeosang asked, lifting a perfect eyebrow in question. you scoffed, placing the scroll you’d been reading off to the side of the large wood table in front of you. you and yeosang were currently in the spacious library that the comedy muse often occupied during the week, reading various scrolls. “did the others tell you?” yeosang rolled his eyes. “of course they did. well, it was mostly wooyoung. you know that little shit can’t keep his mouth shut sometimes.” “wooyoung may be loud, but he’s the sweetest and he means well.” 

“yeah, yeah. anyways, how’d you meet mingi?” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “how much did wooyoung tell you?” yeosang chuckled. “too much.” “i will kick his ass later.” you mumbled. “i’ll help.” the former offered, lavender eyes twinkling with mirth. 

“he saved me from a nessus months ago, and from then on, we just kept bumping into each other after that.” “by coincidence? or by chance?” you shrugged, ignoring the pang of guilt that shot through you. “probably by chance. we just somehow end up seeing each other in the most unlikely circumstances.” yeosang hummed thoughtfully. “you definitely have it bad.” “what? what do you mean by that?” “y/n, even the dumbest person alive can tell that you are in love with him.” 

you threw your hands up in exasperation. “why does everyone think that?” yeosang reached out and gently patted your shoulder, as if to comfort you. “y/n, i love you, you know i do, but it’s kind of obvious. you’re kind of shit at hiding your feelings. even i can tell, and i’m the muse of comedy!” 

“he’s right, you know.” you turned to glare at the source of the voice. seonghwa was leaning against one of the white pillars that surrounded the outside of the library, golden eyes practically sparkling in the warm sun. “not you too, hwa.” aforementioned muse shot you a sheepish smile. “sorry, y/n, but it’s honestly undeniable at this point.” “but i’ve only known him for a few months!” seonghwa shrugged, pushing off the pillar with a sandaled foot, making his way over to the center of the room. “so? love is a funny thing, you know. you can realize you’re in love with someone in a short span of time, it’s not unheard of.” the love poetry muse plopped down on the chair next to you, hastily tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. 

“how you long were you standing there?” “not long. i was just passing by and happened to overhear your conversation.” “where are the others?” “they’re in the garden, doing gods knows what.” “is hongjoong with them?” seonghwa nodded. “yeah, but he’s probably making a flower crown and purposefully ignoring wooyoung and san’s antics.” “but, jongho is there, and he scares the shit out of those two, for whatever reason, so i trust that he’ll keep an eye on them while i’m gone.” 

yeosang huffed a laugh, picking up one of the discarded scrolls on the table, lavender eyes scanning the contents curiously. “so, what are you doing here?” “i needed a break from san and wooyoung, and well, i thought that, since i’m here, i can look for some inspiration for poems. like hongjoong mentioned, i’ve been having terrible writers’ block recently.” 

“do you want help? i’m not doing much today anyway.” seonghwa’s expression practically lit up. “you would do that? it’s not going to be a lot of fun, though.” you shook your head. “i love looking through scrolls, gives me an excuse to read.” “want to join us, yeosang?” said muse in questions shook his head. “i’d love to, but i have some errands to run. i’ll see you two later at the garden?” you nodded and waved him goodbye, smiling fondly as the blond male rushed off. 

“he was lying, wasn’t he?” seonghwa asked, an amused smile on his face as he scanned the massive shelves that took up a quarter of the other side of the library. you chuckled. “definitely.” 

hongjoong rolled his eyes fondly at the sight before him. jongho, wooyoung, and san were in a heated debate about which olympian god was the best, of all things. he sighed in exasperation and turned back to the flower crown he’d been working on for hours now, ignoring wooyoung’s petulant cries. it was nearly done, and all he had to do was string one more flower together. hongjoong furrowed his brows in concentration as he wove the last flower together, sighing in relief when it stayed intact after he’d finished tying it off. he’d always loved making flower crowns, as it was something that calmed him after a particularly difficult day, or when lyrics for a song just wouldn’t come to him immediately like they normally did. weaving flower crowns often made his anxiety and worries dissipate like smoke. the others often teased him for it, but their words never had any bad intent behind them.  he had been mocked for his favorite hobby in the past, and hongjoong was glad that he finally found people, a family, who accepted him for who he was, flower crowns and all. 

hongjoong hummed softly to himself, placing the finished flower crown onto his head, making sure it was secure, and laid back onto the soft green grass, letting the cool night air wash over him. he didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until he felt someone shake his shoulder gently. “joong?” hongjoong’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and seonghwa was next to him, golden eyes twinkling with amusement. “did you fall asleep again?” hongjoong blushed as he slowly sat up, adjusting the crooked flower crown on his head. “n-no.” 

seonghwa rolled his eyes, but his smile was fond as he helped hongjoong to his feet. the former led him to a more secluded part of the garden, where the rest of their friends were waiting, gathered around a table of fruit and bread.

you waved at hongjoong, a sheepish smile on your face as he drew near with seonghwa. “it’s not much, and i know it’s not quail eggs or anything luxurious, but i thought i’d try and prepare something nice for once, since all of you have done so much for me.” wooyoung shook his head and pushed past san, bounding forward and throwing his arms around you, hugging you tight. “don’t say that, y/n! this is more than enough! and you really didn’t have to do this! you already do enough just by tolerating us.” you huffed a laugh, wrapping your arms around the muse of dance. “you guys are too kind to me.” 

“we love you, and you know that you’re like a sister to us. you never have to do anything for us.” “i wanted to, though.” “yes, and we appreciate it a lot, so don't you dare say it’s not anything special.” yunho declared from behind san, light green eyes bright with happiness. you fought back the happy tears that were threatening to spill and smiled. i love you all.” “aww, we love you too!! group hug!!!!” yunho shouted. a few seconds later, you were being squeezed tightly by seven muses, and you had never felt so loved in your entire life, which made you feel even more guilty for what you were about to do. 

after a light dinner of fruit and bread, you found yourself laying on the soft green grass of the garden that you now considered your safe place, surrounded by seven muses, staring up at the midnight blue sky, stars like tiny specks from afar. the night air was crisp and cool, and you allowed yourself a smile, leaning your head against seonghwa’s shoulder, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently. stargazing had become a daily thing after hongjoong had first suggested it after a practically exhausting day of work, and you had come to love it. 

suddenly, you felt a wave of sadness crash over you, and before you knew it, you were being pulled into a warm and firm chest, strong arms wrapping around you, comforting circles being rubbed on your back. “y/n, what’s wrong?” seonghwa asked, and you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was extremely worried. you didn’t answer, burying your face into seonghwa’s chest, feeling your heart ache with immense guilt. “i-i’m s-sorry.” you choked out, voice shaking. “darling, what could you possibly be sorry for? you’ve done nothing wrong.” you shook your head, reluctantly pulling away from seonghwa’s warm embrace, refusing to look any of your friends in the eye, instead focusing on a blade of grass. 

“i really don’t deserve to have you all in my life, and i am the shittiest person in the world. i-i lied to you all.” “about what?” you closed your eyes, turning away from the people you never deserved to call your friends. “about how i met mingi. it wasn’t a coincidence. it was all on purpose.” 

“what? what are you talking about, y/n?” yunho asked, and your heart broke at how confused he sounded. “hades.” you mumbled, voice barely audible, but you knew they heard you, from the way the tension in the air seemed to thicken. “what about hades?” seonghwa asked, voice deadly calm. “d-do you remember my past lover?” “the one that broke your heart into pieces? we’re familiar with him, why?” san asked, clear disgust in his tone. you fought back tears as you forced the words to come out. 

“w-when he died, i was so heartbroken and desperate for happiness that hades appeared to me and he offered me a deal, which was that if he would bring him back, only if i agreed to sell my soul to him and become his servant. and then, he wanted me to make mingi fall in love with me in order to discover his weakness. hades wants to kill him. i wouldn’t have agreed, but he then threatened to hurt all of you, and i- i c-couldn’t let that happen so i-” 

you couldn’t bring yourself to finish that sentence, and felt your knees give out from under you, your pale blue chiton billowing around you as you fell. you didn’t dare open your eyes, as you couldn’t bear to see the looks on their faces. to your surprise, you felt strong arms wrap around you, holding you tight. you felt your eyes flutter open due to shock, and tears practically leaked out of your eyes. 

your friends, no, your family, were gathered around you, hugging you tight. san looked up at you, violet eyes glimmering with tears, smiling sadly. wooyoung, lips quivering, reached out and wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb. seonghwa had his face buried in your shoulder, crying softly, lacing your fingers with his, squeezing tightly. hongjoong was curled up  in your lap like a child,small hands gripping the fabric of your chiton, trembling as he cried. yeosang had his lips pursed tightly as he placed a gentle hand on your head, fighting back tears. jongho and yunho were both a mess, swollen eyes and flushed cheeks, resting their heads on each other’s shoulders. 

“h-how can you all forgive me? how can you all stand to even look at me?” “we could never hate you.” “b-but-” “you’ve gone through so much, darling, and you grieved in your own way. if i was you, i would’ve probably been desperate enough to do the same.” “i really don’t deserve to be forgiven.” that earned you a light shove to the shoulder. “shush, don’t say that. you could lie to us a thousand times over and we would still love you just as much as we do now.” you allowed yourself a soft, sad laugh as you buried your face in the crook of san’s neck and cried happy tears. 

after your shocking revelation and the tears had subsided, you lay back down on the grass with your head resting on san’s lap, letting him play with strands of your hair, while the others were curled up next to you. “thank you.” you whispered. “no need to thank us. just promise us that you won’t keep stuff like that from us again.” you nodded. “is anything going to happen to you?” “probably, you never know with hades.” “we’ll protect you.” you smiled sadly. “i know you all want to, but hades is too powerful. i don’t want any of you getting hurt.” “y/n, we would never be able to live with ourselves if anything happened to you!” hongjoong exclaimed, chestnut eyes glimmering with determination. “the same goes for me, if anything happened to any of you, i would never be able to forgive myself.” “don’t worry, y/n, we’ll figure out a way to protect you.” san reassured you, ruffling your hair affectionately. you returned his smile, but deep down, you weren’t so sure if that was possible. 

➳ a/n: this was part one, and i hope you all enjoyed this! let me know if you have any suggestions for the sequel! this was so much fun to write! what do you think will happen in the sequel? let me know your predictions! 

tagging: @deonghwa​ @subinily​ @hwacinth-main​ (ily all MWAH)

[lveclouds]

summary: the moon was a constant presence in your life, and it came in the form of choi youngjae, a gorgeous guy with an equally gorgeous smile, and while your lives were intertwined for a time, he suddenly vanished, leaving you with questions. you felt incomplete without the moon in your life, so when would he come back?

"there's a person i want to sing a love song for, looking at the stars in the night sky." - star 1117 (ateez)

a/n: my got7 drabble that was actually supposed to be posted before the mark one, but i had a sudden burst of inspiration for it, and thus that drabble was written before this oops- anyways, i'm sorry that this was more of an angsty drabble jdkjfjd i didn't plan for it to be that way but it just happened? i guess it was also because i was listening to sad ass music while writing this lmao and yes i have a summary for this too hehe

genre: non idol! au, college/university au (kinda), heavy angst (oops) , some fluff? (its mostly at the beginning) 

word count: 1.6k 

paring: music major youngjae x reader 

your first encounter with youngjae was quite ordinary, to say the least. he showed up late to your music theory class, brown hair messy and windblown, pale cheeks slightly red from the chilly air outside, a small smile on his face. your professor, a middle aged woman with dark hair and a stern expression, seemed to be in better spirits as soon as youngjae walked into the room, the corners of her lips curving into a rare smile. "i'm sorry i'm late, miss, traffic was terrible on the way to campus, and my mom needed help with something, and-" the professor cut him off with a a shake of her head. "no need to apologize, youngjae. just take a seat next to y/n." he nodded, looking a bit shocked that she hadn't scolded him, for your professor was a stickler for being on time, yet she let him off the hook, almost immediately. youngjae practically scrambled to sit in the empty chair next to you, quickly getting out his notebook and a pen, jotting down notes. you hid a smile at how adorable he was, and tried to focus on the lecture. you had seen youngjae around campus a few times, always smiling and cheerful, and you had always wondered if there was more to him, if there was more behind that gorgeous smile of his.

after that day, you had mustered up the courage to talk to him, despite being quite hesitant at first, since you were pretty anti-social and rarely talked to anyone on campus unless you had to. when you approached him after a particularly confusing lecture on the brain, he looked up at you from the book he was reading, gorgeous brown eyes widening in surprise. "h-hi." you said, fidgeting with the hem of your oversized hoodie. "i'm y/n. i've seen you around campus and i've wanted to talk to you, but uh, i guess i was way too shy to initiate a conversation?"

youngjae's face broke out into that gorgeous smile you were so used to seeing, perfect white teeth on display, and your heart nearly melted at the sight. "oh, well, in that case, hi, i'm youngjae. i've also seen you around campus, and i was also nervous to approach you. you're gorgeous and so i wasn't sure if you would want to be seen talking to someone like me."

a light shade of pink settled across his cheekbones, and you fought the urge to smile. "ah, you flatter me, honestly. i'm very much a wallflower, so me initiating a conversation with someone is quite rare." "should i be honored, then?" he teased, eyes twinkling with mirth. you finally allowed yourself a small smile. "i guess so, youngjae." from there, an unlikely friendship started, and over time, it soon blossomed into a relationship that you thought would last, at least, for a while. and, it did. the first few months were amazing and you felt as if you were in a fairy tale of sorts, for youngjae treated you like royalty, always going out of his way to sweep you off your feet with romantic and sweet gestures that always touched your heart. you were falling for him, hook, line, and sinker, and you felt as if you were in a dream-like state whenever you were with him.

little did you know that he would leave you, out of the blue, without even saying goodbye. you remembered the day vividly. it was a warm, sunny day in june, and the sky was void of clouds, an endless expanse of blue. it was ironic, to say the least, he had ripped your heart out on such a beautiful summer day. you were waiting for him at your usual meeting spot, which was under an oak tree at the local park, which had been a location for many of your dates, dressed in a white, flowy blouse and cut off denim shorts, along with your favorite pair of black converse, your hair loose and wavy. you had been in a good mood that day, as you had found out that your older sister was getting married, and you were eager to share the news with youngjae. you leaned back against the rough bark of the tree, humming softly to yourself. eventually, thirty minutes passed, and you were starting to get a bit worried. what if something had happened to him on the way? you thought, and immediately scolded yourself for thinking of such a scenario. then, just as you were about to go into panic mode, you saw a familiar figure running towards you. it was yugyeom, one of youngjae's closest friends, dressed in a light cream sweater, blond hair slightly messy and unruly, a tense expression on his face. "yugyeom? what are you doing here?" you asked, allowing him to catch his breath.  "it's youngjae hyung." "what about him? has something happened?" yugyeom grimaced. "uh, well, i don't think he's going to be able to come to your date today." "oh, well, is everything ok?" "i-i don't know. i went to his house earlier to pick up coco, because he wanted me to watch her, and he wasn't there. his car wasn't in the driveway, so i figured he had already left to meet you. but, when i went to unlock the door, it wasn't locked at all, which is weird, because youngjae hyung always locks the door before he leaves, and when i went into his house, most of his belongings were gone, including coco. everything was gone. it was like he vanished, out of thin air or something. you felt a surge of anger and sadness wash over you. "what? so he just left? without saying goodbye?" yugyeom laughed nervously. "uhm yes?" you took a deep breath, holding back tears. "yugyeom, is it ok if i stay at your place for a while? i don't think i can go home, not after this." "of course, we can drop by and get your stuff if you want." you nodded, forcing yourself to give him a smile. "yes, thank you. and i'm sorry for practically inviting myself over, i just-" yugyeom shook his head. "it's ok y/n. i would do the same if i were you. i wouldn't want to be by myself." you smiled gratefully at him before following him to his car, heart heavy.

that night, you had cried your eyes out, and yugyeom and his best friend, bambam, had pulled you into a hug, rubbing comforting circles on your back as you sobbed. you couldn't believe that youngjae, the one guy you thought you could trust, had up and left, without saying goodbye, nor an explanation. he didn't even leave a note, for gods sake, you thought. months passed, and despite you trying to resent youngjae, you couldn't bring yourself too. he must've had his reasons, you thought. but, how could he leave me without saying anything? and on the day of our anniversary? you had seethed for a while, but eventually got tired of wasting your anger.

and to try and remember him, in a way, every night, you went out on the balcony of the guest room you were staying in, looking up at the obsidian sky, admiring the sparkling stars and the soft glow of the moon, your heart aching. to you, youngjae's presence in your life was like the moon, ever present, glowing, and peaceful. youngjae's smiles resembled that of the sun, and yet he was like the moon, mysterious and beautiful. while he was open with you, he tended to put up a wall around those he didn't know. you were often entranced by him, and when he had serenaded you on your first date, you had felt tears spring to your eyes, as you had felt the emotion and meaning of the sweet and somewhat melancholy lyrics of the song. you sighed as you stared up at the moon, glowing brightly against the dark night sky, illuminating the world in a soft, silver light. while part of you wanted to resent youngjae for leaving you, another part of you still loved him, with all your heart. and so, you would wait for him, no matter how long it took, even if meant waiting years.

a/n: i didn't mean to make it this angsty dfjdjkjfg anyways i hope you all still liked this despite the angst i'm very excited about my upcoming bts drabbles, as one of them is a atla au and another is based off the drama goblin! keep an eye on my wips page, as i will be updating it! thank you to everyone who has supported me and my writing, yall are the best and i do not deserve all of your sweet words and unconditional support 🥺

tagging: @taeramisu​ @yongcherie​ 

[behindheremeraldeyes]

SasuSaku Month 2017 . Day 4- Lean on Me . Title: Taking Care of You . Summary: Sasuke, Naruto and Boruto have just returned from their fight against Momoshiki. Sakura was waiting for them, and she was ready to take care of her boys. . . . Her heart was beating faster with every minute gone by with no sign of them. Lungs demanding for air, adrenaline running through her veins and her hands were sweating in pure anxiety, as the pink haired woman was clearly afraid of the unknown. She was terrified, for her boys were still out there— wherever the hell out there was— and yet, she had to keep it all inside because she was not alone on the top of the Hokage tower. There were people around her. Her subordinates, her friends and her daughter, and they were all depending on her strength.

They were all scared. Probably more so than her. They were praying and holding each other’s hands in order to unite forces, as their hope slowly escaped their hearts.

It reminded her of how it felt to watch it all from behind as her comrades risked their lives fighting Madara. When she was left to heal those who needed, while she could only hear the despair from all those scared souls, and when everyone was looking at her as if expecting she would offer them protection and comfort.

Yes, it felt just like the war, again. With all those eyes and that heavy atmosphere, Sakura could feel the weight of the world falling over her shoulders. And just like that time— and during so many others—, when the ones surrounding her started to lose faith, the Uchiha matriarch took it upon herself to make sure no one gave up. Even if she didn’t have answers, and even if she was as lost as all those around her, she had to be strong. No matter what, she was not letting anyone give up on them.

“ Listen, everyone!” Her voice was strong and confident, bringing all those lost souls back to reality. " Don’t you dare lower your heads right now! Giving up is useless while we’re still able to fight! They’re fighting for us! They’re risking their lives out there, they will need us when they get back! So don’t be cowards, Shannarou!”

At her powerful words, it was as if everyone was punched right in the guts by her monstrous strength. Her emerald eyes watched as the expressions around her changed, and her ears captured the new, confident whispers coming from behind her back. Eyes were still focused on her, while hers were still looking at the spot where her husband had first opened the portal, and her body language didn’t change at all since she first arrived at the top of that tower.

Uchiha Sakura is the strongest woman in that village, and it was only normal for her to take over the responsibilities of those who were gone. After a while, she got used to people leaning on her whenever hope was lost, and no matter what, she knew she had to live up to all those expectations. She’s the one in charge when the Hokage is away, and she’s the head of the clan while her husband isn’t home. She’s a mother, a medic and a warrior, and wether it’s only for a couple of hours or years, she’s not backing off of her duties.

Not when her strength was needed.

Not when they needed her.

Time went by, and unlike her, many people went home to rest. The Uchiha girls stood still without moving a single centimeter, and only a few of her subordinates were there, behind her. They were ready to welcome the boys and take care of them, and even in the chill of dawn no one dared giving up on her will. Even if they were tired and even if they actually considered the possibility of both the Hokage and the Uchiha to be dead, not a single one of them was abandoning her that night.

Not when she needed them the most.

It was just a matter of time, she knew. Or at least she thought she knew because those were the words she had been repeating in her head ever since they entered that stupid portal.

They had to come back.

And fortunately, after what felt like an eternity, they did.

“ They’re here.” She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath until she felt that immense amount of chakra suddenly disturbing her senses. Her eyes went wide, her hands turned into fists, and soon, that purple circle appeared in front of her. Her lungs suddenly released all the air trapped inside, and as soon as she saw the three of them alive, the Uchiha mother allowed herself to express a relieved emotion in front of those who had remained.

At last, they were home.

“ Sasuke-kun! Naruto!”

“ Boruto! Papa!”

In a blink of an eye, both the Uchiha girls were there, next to them, and quickly, Sakura’s hands were on both of her teammates’ chests as to make sure they were fine. The two men and the blond boy were all covered in dirt and blood, and even if they were clearly exhausted, there was a tired smile playing on their lips as they all fought to carry each other’s weight. Her husband had his arm around the Hokage, who was doing his best not to crash over his best friend, and even if a part of her wanted to hug them and cry like when they were younger, the pinkette held back her protective instincts. They were breathing hard, especially the Uchiha, and her clinical eyes didn’t miss the bruises decorating their figures.

They were hurt and exhausted, and yet, those smiles didn’t leave their faces for a single moment since they arrived.

Those idiots, she thought.

" Hey, Sakur-"

“ Sarada! You should’ve seen me-ttebasa!" Boruto's excited voice cut both the Uchiha and the Hokage, who has started their sentence at the same time. "I saved the entire world!”

“ Shut up, Baka-Boruto! You’re all hurt and you’re still trying to show off-shannarou!” The younger girl placed her hands on her hips, glaring at her teammate in the same way her mother used to when she was her age. Even if she knew how Sarada was worried about Boruto, there was just no way her daughter would welcome him with a hug.

“ I’m not showing off! Tell her, Sasuke-jiisan!”

“ Hn, leave me out of this.” Sasuke sighed, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

“Eh!? Dad, help me out!”

“ Hehe… If I were you, I wouldn’t provoke her, Boruto. She has Sakura-chan’s temper, and that could be deadly-ttebayo!” Naruto nodded, remembering the pinkette and her heavy hand smacking his head.

“ Tch, you stupid old man! Thanks for having my back after I went to another dimension to save you, dattebasa!”

“ He’s right about this, Dobe.” The Uchiha opened his eyes again, looking at his little girl as if to foresee her next move.

“ Yeah… “ The Hokage started, scratching the back of his neck. “ Yosh! Then let us all go to Ichiraku for ramen-ttebayo!” He shouted, moving carelessly and almost causing them to fall to the ground. Naruto was as excited as his younger-self, smiling brightly and lighting up the whole atmosphere. At the sound of his laughter, her heart felt lighter due to the familiarity of that scene, but just because of that hopeful nostalgia and that relieved feeling taking over her senses; it didn’t mean Sakura would simply ignore her responsibilities as a doctor. Not when they needed her.

Not when those reckless, irresponsible idiots were back.

“ Then it’s all settled! You and your mother are coming too, right, Sarada? Teme, you’re paying-ttebay—“

“ Uzumaki Naruto!” Her arms were crossed over her chest, her emerald eyes were dangerously glaring at him, and the strong tone in which her voice came out was enough to bring the blonde some painful memories. He swallowed dry, defensively looking at her, and it was as if he could already feel her punch coming. Certain things certainly don’t change. “ You’re not going to Ichiraku! None of you are! You are all going to the hospital right now.”

“ B-But Sakura-chan…” He tried, but her glare made him swallow all his words.

“ Holy shit!” Boruto started, as he smiled widely. “ Dad’s getting scolded!”

“ Hn, he’s lucky she hasn’t punched him yet.” Sasuke joked, smirking.

“ Don’t think you’re escaping this, Uchiha Sasuke! You’re going to the hospital as well!”

“Tch.”

“ Honestly, you two are impossible.”

A sigh escaped her lips, and soon, her fingers were massaging the bridge of her nose. Both her husband and her best friend are more irresponsible than her daughter, and even after years by her side, they still thought it would be okay to go out for ramen instead of the hospital after an inter-dimensional battle.

No wonder why she’s always mad at them.

“ Okay, let’s just get over with this already. Sarada, you help Boruto. “

“ Aah.” Sarada nodded, getting behind her teammate, who gave her a weird look.

"You two take the Hokage.” Sakura said, talking to her subordinates, who quickly moved next to the Uzumaki to follow her orders. Naruto might be the Hokage, but she’s the boss.

“ Oi! What about Sasuke-jiisan?” Boruto screamed, with his arm already around Sarada’s shoulder.

“ Hn, I don’t need to go to—“

“ Oh, he’s going. I’m taking him.”

“ What?”

“ You’ve heard me. Now come on…” She started, pushing the Uchiha away from the Uzumaki, who was already being held by her subordinates. “ Lean on me.”

At her words, all the eyes were set on the Uchiha couple. Everyone was curious to see if THE Uchiha Sasuke would actually accept help from his wife. Naruto seemed to be enjoying himself too much at that moment, and if Boruto wasn’t too busy paying attention to his tutor’s expression, he would’ve seen the smile threatening to ruin Sarada’s serious face. They all know how grumpy and independent that man tries to be, and if he did something as accept the help from his wife in front of everyone, then people wouldn’t forget about that scene so soon.

That was truly a historical moment happening in Konoha.

But Uchiha Sakura knew nothing would happen if the kids— Naruto included— were watching.

“ What are you all still doing here? To the hospital! Now!” Her scaring scream was enough to break all that suspense created by the Uchiha's decision, and in a blink of an eye, the couple was left behind.

If there was one thing all those people shared was the fear of the mad pink haired woman. Sakura could have the best healing hands of the entire world, but she wouldn’t think twice before using those hands to destroy a wall or two.

She’s strong, smart and really scary.

At least she wouldn’t have any problems when carrying him to the hospital.

By the time they were all gone, they were left awkwardly staring at each other. He was still struggling not to collapse, and she was giving him her famous ‘what-are-you-waiting-for' look. Even if they are a married couple, some things never really stop being weird.

“ What are you waiting for? Give me your arm.”

“ Tch, you’re not carrying me to the hospital, Sakura.”

“ Are you serious? You can’t even walk, Sasuke!”

“ I can go to the hospital without my wife.”

“ Can you just stop being so stubborn? It’s not like I’ve never carried you before.”

“ Hn, I’m fine.”

" No, you're not."

" Watch me." He said, trying to take a step forward, but falling in her conveniently prepared arms. She glared at him, and when Sasuke realized there was no way his body would allow him to refuse her help, his pride got stuck in his throat and he went mute.

That stubborn Uchiha.

Her hands were holding him close, and for the first time since he left, Sakura could finally feel his body heat against her. A longing feeling suddenly started to take over her senses, and it didn’t take long before she started to shake. What ifs and could have’s started to cross her mind, and it was as if all the feelings she had suppressed were taking over the responsible medic.

All her doubts, fears and suspicions were overflowing, and for the first time since she arrived at the top of that tower, the head medic allowed herself to let go of all that emotionless facade. Now that he was there, and now that he was safe, Uchiha Sakura could finally allow herself to feel.

“ Sasuke-kun…” She whispered, causing him to tilt his head so he could face her. Their eyes were connected, and at that moment, he could finally see how worried his wife was. Her lips were trembling, her hands were shaking— he noticed— and her grip on his forearm was tightening with every passing seconds, as if she was afraid of loosing him.

She still is his Sakura, after all.

“ Sakura—“

“ You’ve been out there fighting for us until now… Let me take care of you… Please, lean on me.”

His expression softened, an accepting sigh leaving his chest. Sasuke couldn't act indifferent towards his wife, not even if he wanted to. The way she sacrifices herself-- both physically and emotionally-- makes him feel worried and even a bit guilty for causing her so much trouble. Just like him, Sakura doesn't like to rely on people that much, which, as he has learned, can be a little troublesome depending on what happens.

She's stubborn. Even more than him.

And if he would have to do things such as let her carry him to the hospital in order to make her share her burdens, then he would do it. “ Fine.”

“ Uh?”

“ I said fine. Come on, give me a hand.”

Her face lit up at his words, and soon, a soft smile was taking over her rosy lips. Sakura seemed calmer now, and carefully, she wasted no time before putting his arm around her shoulder. He leaned his weight on her, and she quickly placed her arm around his waist, making sure he was safe in her arms.

Just like many times during their younger days, Sakura remembered carrying him home after he exceeded himself. It was hard, at first, but she quickly got used to it, for it was her chance of showing how much she truly cared for him. And she still does, in that same pure and innocent way from when they were kids.

Sakura still loves him, and more than ever, she was happy to know he could still swallow his pride and stubbornness to lean on her. After all those years, it was still good to know her husband could still allow himself to count on her.

Be it for walking him to the hospital or taking care of their family, Uchiha Sasuke would lean on his wife to take care of the things he couldn’t.

And taking care of him was the one thing he could always count on her for.

" Welcome home, Darling."