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straysugzhpe · 7 months
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˚୨୧⋆。˚ Our Promise ˚୨୧⋆。˚
🌷Pairing: Ueda Sachio x Fem!Reader
🎀 Warnings: Fire, Main Character Death, swearing, mention of injuries, mention of bodies (very brief), descriptive monologue, angst angst angst. But the ending is alright.
🌷Summary: Think I’ll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.
🌷Authors Note: I apologise in advance for this, and for any missed mistakes, warnings and incorrect grammar.
🪷 Moot Lovelies 🌙: @simpforchuchu @rouzuchan @strxwberrychocolate
🧁 Other H&L Tags 🦢: @emeraldbabygirl @cheshirecatuniverse @ninamarie1994
👑 Forever Tags ⭐️: @star2fishmeg @airbendertendou
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Excitement courses through your veins as you finish getting yourself ready for the date you and Sachio planned weeks ago, and both promised each other that nothing would get in the way of your date; however, what makes you more thrilled about it: is the fact you and he haven't gone on a date in months - not since gang activity skyrocketed again. Your smile is bright and love-filled, and your eyes sparkle as you think about all the things you and he are going to get up to; “I can’t wait!” you squeal happily, unable to contain your delighted thoughts inside your mind.
Fixing the last of your hair and smoothing out your clothes, you grab your small bag which holds all of what you need and make your way outside — but quickly go back inside when you realise you haven't put your shoes on yet.
Whatever is smiling upon you, you thank it for the quick walk, the sunshine and the soft breeze on your face. The gentle song of the birds that play above you as they fly against the winds. The wonderful smells of the cafè seem to boost your joyful mood even more. You make your way over to the young girl who's standing behind the till and order a drink you and Sachio would happily share, before picking a seat right by the window. As you stare out of the window in a slight daze, a sudden need to pee knocks you out of your daydream and you get up after grabbing your phone and make your way over to the women’s toilet.
Your happiness simmers beneath your skin as you sit on the toilet with a dopey, delighted smile plastered on your face as you stare up at the ceiling, you quickly sort yourself out and make your way over to the sink while humming a favourite song of Sachio’s. The small window higher up in the bathroom is opened slightly to let in the fresh air.
After drying your hands you lean forward to stare at yourself in the mirror, making sure nothing has changed in your appearance. Once satisfied with yourself: you lean back and grab your phone out of your pocket, and a smile that rivals the happiest person on earth blooms on your face when you see a text from Sachio. It reads:
“I won’t be long, my dove🕊”
Restraining yourself with every ounce of strength you settle for a jump in your step, a wider smile and an aura of pure innocent happiness falls upon your beings. Turning away from the mirror fully and making your way over to the door, you open the door and smile at a passing woman as she makes her way into the bathroom, she offers you a soft smile in return. Your happiness is contagious.
Another text brings your attention back to your phone and you lean against the wall to make sure you’re in no one’s way, The text from Sachio reads:
“Seven minutes away ☺️”
You bite your lip and slowly make your way beside a counter that sits near the kitchen, your eyes never leaving the screen once. As your fingers begin typing back a response, a shout from the kitchen makes you look up and it's the explosive heat that you feel first as it knocks you back, causing you to smack the back of your skull.
Screams and sounds of other things exploding and breaking are slow to register, the instant pounding pain that seems to eradicate your whole head, and the loud ringing in your ears make sure of that. And the beeping of alarms followed by the sensation of cold water doesn’t help. Your blurred vision is even slower to focus, this setback condemns you to slowly register the flashing colours of the roaring and quickly spreading heat of the monstrous fire that promises an excruciating end.
There's a fire. The sprinklers aren't working, and it's coming towards me. This realisation causes a flicker of panic in your chest, and it spreads like the fire in front of you. Spreading and destroying your nerves and logical thinking. Against the wishes of your pain and discomfort that screams at you, you try your hardest to lift yourself by using the wall you were flung into, but to no avail; it's a gift that you have somehow remained conscious of your surroundings, or perhaps it is some cruel joke bestowed upon you by an entity that wishes for you to see your end? An entity that wishes for you to watch as the dancing fire engulfs everything it touches: turning it scorched and some things to melt from the sheer heat.
How has it spread this quickly? This is no normal fire, not at all. Its hunger is terrifying, and unnerving, everything it eats never seems to be enough which causes it to crave and spread more. Creating a faceless, hungry and destructive monster that wouldn't even be in the most horrid of nightmares. This fiery beast has only one goal since its creation: destruction. And it is terrifying.
As you look around trying to see past the dense, black smoke that has already made its way into your lungs, that's when you see it — them and it makes you sick, cold to the core regardless of the heat around you, sweat running down your bloodied forehead; there lay amongst the flames, some of the people that you noticed when you first walked into the cafè. A sense of helplessness grabs you by the throat and you find yourself choking on it, maybe some of it’s the smoke? Whatever it is, it makes you want to scream. You don’t want to die, not here — you won’t die. Not in this fiery hell that has blocked your view of the once bright window, and the promise of an exciting day. Is it even there anymore?
You look away from the sight and look in front of you to see your phone sitting not far from you, so if you could just grab it…! A cry forces itself out of your mouth as you lean forward to grab it, your muscles screaming in protest to your movements but you push on: you’re not fucking dying. You have a date with Sachio. A Promise. Falling onto the dusty, debris-filled floor and reaching your arm forward: your shaking and bloodied hand wraps your phone so hard it hurts your fingertips, and you drag it towards yourself while pressing the ‘on’ button harshly.
Relief eases the tension in your muscles when it turns on and your lock screen greets you, it's a picture of you and Sachio on one of your favourite dates: he’s positioned behind you with his arms wrapped around you as his lips press to your cheek, your smile is infectious and your eyes shine like the golden light that's behind you. You can't help but sniffle as your vision fills up with tears causing your eyes to burn even more from the smoke, You won't die. You won't leave him like this.
So with your phone gripped tightly in your hand: you begin to move your hands to the front of you to help lift yourself, Shards of glass and bits of wall dig into your forearms and hands but you ignore the dull pain and push forward; your knees are the next to be subjected to the dull ache, and using the wall as support to hold you, your legs shake violently the more the responsibility to hold you up is thrown onto them, you look towards what was once the entrance, now nothing but a wall of fire, and place the hand holding your phone onto the wall and try your hardest to see past the fire.
An idea strikes you: the bathroom! You remember seeing an open window in the bathroom, that’s where I can get out and get back to Sachio!
As you drag your aching body and shaking legs towards the bathroom, manoeuvring around the open flames and burning bodies: the groaning and growling sound of snapping from above you makes your heart drop, the fear causes tears to fall down your dusty and bloody cheeks; you choke on the smoke as more appears but push forward, limping as fast as you can to the bathroom.
The sight of the bathroom makes you sob out loud, your whines and cries of desperation along with your scream: “Come on!” Seemed muffled in your ears, the relief that makes you nearly collapse is short-lived when the groaning above you gives way to more debris - trapping you within its fiery grasp, digging and ripping past your clothes and into your back. You scream as pain engulfs your entire body, the flames lick at your skin sadistically, and the more it leaves its mark on your skin: the more you can feel yourself hyperventilating as your sobs rob you of the oxygen in your lungs.
“So, what is it you want to do on this date?” Sachio asks with a tilt of his head, eyes staring into yours with that soft expression of his that makes your heart beat faster, “Well! I was hoping we could go to the cafe we had our first date at. And then we can do whatever we want! I just want to spend time with you.” You smile at him, and he nods, “Of course, we can,” Sachio’s smile makes butterflies come alive inside your stomach and you find yourself smiling wider at the sight of it, “We can do whatever we want, I want to spend time with you as well.” With that, you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his lips and he quickly returns the loving kiss, his hands feeling like home when they touch the bare skin of your thigh; because that’s what he is to you: your home. “You promise you won’t let anyone disturb us?” Sachio rests his forehead on yours with that heart-throb smile of this, “I promise that no one will, It’ll be our day, after all.” You can feel yourself getting more and more excited as all kinds of ideas begin to blossom inside your brain, knowing all the kinds of fun you and him get up to anyway — oh, what a day it’ll be! “And I promise to make sure we have the best day ever.” You beam brightly and lift your hand while holding your pinky out, Sachio curls his pinky around yours and kisses you again, “Our Promise.”
You can feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness and it frightens you, knowing if you allow yourself to slip into a sleep: you won’t wake up from the clutches that promise an eternal sleep. You don’t want to leave Sachio, you can’t. So with the last remaining strength, you pull yourself forward, clenching your teeth together to refrain from screaming as a piece of metal rips and tears into your skin. The ceiling above you growls with a threat to send more debris on top of you and you take this as motivation, your forearms and hands are severely cut up as shards of glass make a home within your skin, but you ignore the pain. You have to, or you won’t make it.
With a cry as the sharp metal leaves your skin and one last pull, you’re free from the debris that had you trapped. But not from the looming threat above you. You urge yourself to crawl towards the bathroom, If you can just make it past this threshold: you won’t have to worry about the danger above — or you hope so, at least. The more you crawl, the more you can feel your strength slipping away through your fingers like sand; however, through the dense smoke, you can faintly make out the words “Ladies Room” and hope begins to fester within you. But you can’t allow yourself to breathe too much life into that hope, not yet. Not with how quickly it can come crashing down on you.
As you make it towards the Ladies Room door, the ceiling behind you releases the debris it threatened to capture you in, right where you were originally struck with the first lot. The thought of being completely trapped under it makes you sick. This leaves you with the bathroom as your last chance to escape. Lifting a shaking hand and laying your palm flat out onto the door you push it open; you push the door, which once felt as light as a feather before, now feels like something that is trying to diminish the last of your hope of escaping, “Come,” you push harder, tears gathering in your eyes, “On!” With a cry: the door swings inwards to the bathroom before slowly coming back towards you, You wrap your fingers around the doorframe and wince when the heavy door slams against your shoulder as you pull yourself into the bathroom. It seems completely untouched by the fire. Even the heat has yet to infiltrate it.
Crawling on the bathroom floor would’ve disgusted you any other time, but the cold tiles of it are a much-welcomed feeling. Its cold touch soothes the burns and cuts on your forearms and hands, and the smell and feel of the fresh air allows you to stop for a moment to breathe it in, and to welcome the touch to your abused skin. Opening your stinging eyes and looking up, the sight of the open window makes you cry. Your strained sobbing makes you cough as the ash inside your lungs burns them further.
Forcing yourself to get ahold of your emotions, your sobs are reduced to shaky sniffles, and the gentle sunlight that seeps through the window and into the bathroom kisses your ash-ridden and bloodied complexion; The soft light dances on your features, adding beauty to the ash that rests upon your eyelashes, giving them a light grey look. With an exhale, you hang your head, trying your hardest to muster up energy to stand up.
The morning sunlight seeps in through your curtains as if their attempt to protect you both is futile. Thankfully, however, your back is facing the window which saves you from it. The further the sunlight rises in your room, the more things are lit up by the light, including the sleeping face of Sachio; your heart pounds in your chest at the angelic sight of him, and you watch as his shoulders rise before falling as he slumbers like a prince. A smile graces your features and you raise a hand to gently touch his soft skin; a few minutes pass and Sachio begins to gradually wake, his eyes fluttering open before closing again, “Good morning,” you coo, your voice soft and quiet, “Moring.” His voice is raspy and deep. You continue to caress his cheek gently. Sachio lifts a hand of his own up to place it on top of yours and turns his face to press a kiss to your hand, humming with a content expression.
“Fuck!” You wail when your back comes in contact with the wall. You'd hate to see what it looked like, the open wound, the amount of blood loss - perhaps that's why as the seconds pass, you feel like your world is about to crumble. It’s as if the fiery beast that bangs and roars outside is now coming specifically for you, now that it has done its damage to the cafe. Your legs shake with anticipation: your freedom is Right, There! Right in front of you and now of all moments, your legs choose to behave like this: weak and pathetic. It feels like those dreams where you’re running but frustratingly slow. A growl of frustration and you force your weak legs to move, and with every step: you feel yourself weakening and your knees crumbling more and more under your weight.
It’s torturous. Having your freedom dangled in front of your face while your body succumbs to its injuries and fatigue, it’s like that entity is laughing at you - pleased with itself that it’s dangling your hope in front of you.
As your hand leaves the wall and you stumble towards the window, your legs crumble and your knees smack down onto the hard tile. Your energy has left you, leaving you cold in a bathroom that is slowly heating up as the seconds pass; the fire is right outside and it has come for what is owed. A deal made without your knowledge or say. You turn your head towards the bathroom door and see the fire leaking in front under the door. You can’t get up, not now. So with a pained, shaky sigh: you turn back towards the window and allow yourself to bathe within the soft light that shines in, the world around you seems to grow heavy on you and spin; you lay down to help the pressure.
Your grip around your phone slackens which allows it to rest on the floor. And as your body curls inwards, your right arm splayed out to rest your hand upon your phone. You feel like you’re holding Sachio’s hand.
As your eyes begin to flutter closed, before opening again softly, a faint buzzing seems to grow louder and the vibrations then register: it’s your phone. Your muscles cry in protest to your movement and your lungs grow ever tired the more they’re forced to function, your hand moves and your eyes look down at the screen, you can faintly make out the nickname you gave to Sachio along with the emojis next to it. A shaking finger raises itself and you answer, letting his panicked but soothing voice fills the echoey bathroom:
“Y/n!” He sounds breathless, like sniffling? “Dove, answer me!”
You can’t make much else of what he says, but it’s so soothing. Like a blanket of comfort and safety has been bestowed upon you, and you’ll be damned if you let it slip away from you; so you grip that blanket tightly, a smile graces your features the more you listen, “Sachio..” your scratchy and exhausted tone would’ve made you cringe any other time, but it doesn’t really sink in as much. “My Sachio.” You giggle, your shoulders shaking with it and surprisingly: you don’t feel the pulsing, burning pain from your back. Or the exhaustion in your bones, or the ache in your muscles.
Sachio never believed you when you said that hearing his voice made you feel better, no matter how bad you felt - he always made you feel at home and safe. Sachio is your heaven, and hearing his voice after your battle, it feels like a reward; a gentle kiss, and loving hug.
Sachio shakes his head at you as a smile brightens up his features, “What?” You laugh, your sickly tone not bothering you as much anymore, “it’s true! You always make me feel like I was never sick, or sad.” Your confession makes the man opposite you beam, the sight of it makes your heart feel light and full, “I’m glad I do, Dove. Because you make me feel like my problems never existed.” Your cheeks feel warm and they ache because of how big your smile is, “Now eat some of the soup I made you, before it goes cold.” Listening to him you bring the spoon up to your lips and groan when the delightful taste coats your taste buds, “I should get sick more often.” You joke which makes him frown, “Please don’t.” Sachio’s expression makes you laugh, “I’m joking! I would never be able to spend time with you, if I was.” He nods in agreement with that, satisfied. “When you feel better, we can go do whatever you want.” Placing the spoon down and looking up at him again with a grin, “I’d like that. A lot. My heavenly prince.” You always know how to make him feel corny, and his expression tells you just that, “Why do you call me that?” He questions, “Because you are, you’re my heaven.”
Sachio’s voice seems to drown out the growling fire as it makes quick work of the bathroom door, but you’re not scared anymore; Sachio has always made you feel like you can take on the entire world with his support and love. The echoey bathroom makes his voice sound even more heavenly, making it sound like it’s surrounding you from all angles; you feel safe.
The world slips away from you but you couldn’t care, Sachio’s voice is leading you away from the danger and you’re not going to ignore him.
You find yourself walking, a soft breeze and cute chirping and singing of the birds above makes you feel light; as the surroundings around you become more focused, you recognise them as the park you and Sachio go to. Stopping to enjoy the view and fresh air around you, and suddenly a: “There you are, sweetheart, sorry I was late.” Makes you turn around and a smile takes up your whole face, “Sachio!” You beam and wrap your arms around his neck, breathing in his scent as his arms make their home around you, securing you. “You took long enough.” You freign an angry frown, but you can’t help but let the smile crawl back onto your face, “I’m sorry, Dove, my mum needed me to help her with some things.” He looks guilty but you’re quick to shut that down, “I’m only messing, handsome, you’re here now,” Your body relaxes even more into his hold, “With me. And that’s all that matters.” Sachio hums and places a kiss to the top of your head, “Let’s go on that date, shall we?”
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Word Count: 3628
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dollries · 9 days
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i apologize for the late post! first i got lazy and second .. i also got lazy and didn’t feel like it. in all honesty though i also have been focusing more on my personal life but the results are finally in! again, i apologize for the inconvenience of the very long wait, i hope you all can eventually come to forgive me .
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  ♡ first place : @florietas’ moodboard. pure pink perfection! it’s so gorgeous and everything is so matched and coordinated that once i start it’s hard not to look at it at least one more time. the more i look at it the more i feel like it’s almost like the moodboard-ification of this event 💗💗
  ♡ second place : @yjinhaze’s moodboard. the combination of a touch of warm brown and soft pink is so cute ?? it’s very aesthetically pleasing and so delicate, i love how girly it is, it’s very dreamy to me 🦢🎀
  ♡ third place : @vg-k’s moodboard. i didn’t want to choose but not that many people joined 🤧. i love how you chose dark red, it really stood out in a good way! it’s like valentine’s day as a moodboard honestly, 💌
  ♡ runner - up : @yeossemble’s moodboard. the shades are different but matched so well! as someone who can’t match shades of the same color well—especially in my old moodboards—this was executed flawlessly. i love it ! it’s the perfect balance of uniqueness and cohesiveness 💕💝
dm for prizes ♡ i’ll try to do them if i can make an email for a reblog account.
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star-ving-boy · 5 months
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The thing is I really wanna be an itty bitty baby soft fancy petite and fragile coquette girly like: 🥰🩷🐑🩰🎀✨️🧸🍰🦢🌸🐇🩹🧴
And I also really wanna be a scary slender tough weird metalhead goth masculine skater boy like: 💀🖤💣🦴🥀🕷🐦‍⬛🔪☕️🛹🚬🎧🪦🕸⛓️
But I also wanna be a pretty majestic mysterious pure ethereal uncanny fairy/angel-like being like: 🤍 💭👼🏻🕊🪽🥛☁️🌫🪄✨️🕯✉️
And I also wanna be a little chaotic forest goblin curious adventurous bold odd little creature like: 💚🤎🧚‍♂️🐸🌱🌳🍀🛤🦉🐌🪵🥾🩹♻️🛖🦌🦔
And there's many more things that i wanna be...
But I'm just me.
Just...
me.
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