Crush Fluff Oneshots

🌸ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕤🌸

         I laid out the blanket on the soft, green grass, and I sat down comfortably on it, leaning against the cherry tree behind me, the occasional blossom falling from the trees above, and around me. I stuck in my earbud, and started to write. I had to finish a poem for my literature class, and it's been hard to get motivated for it...

         I glance down at my notebook, the only words I have written so far:

                   'Spring air, warm sun, perfect day.'

         It's stupid. I look up, and glance around, taking note of people around me. I see a family, talking, laughing, smiling. I see two elderly women holding hands, sitting on a bench, feeding the local birds. I smile faintly, and look up at the cherry tree I'm leaning against, the light peeping through the blossoms. A blossom falls down into my hair, I pick it up and twirl it between my fingers, and I glance at the people nearby once again. A new person has shown up- She sits down next to the elderly couple, placing her backpack on her lap, and talks to them for a few moments, smiling, and exchanging conversation. 

          Then, out of the blue, words transfer onto paper, and I unknowingly delineate her in my poem. I finish it, and look up at her, I notice her glancing at me, and she gives me a small smile. My heart pounds, and a heat fills my chest. Quickly, I give her a faint smile back, and I bury my face in my notebook, pretending to be busy journaling. I can feel the heat travel from my chest to my face. 

        I grab my phone and turn the music in my earbuds up a bit higher, hoping to tune everything out, and finish my poem. It has to be at least 10 stanzas long, I read it over again, and It's... Exceeded... I wrote 13 stanzas...

        Then, I glance up again, and I see her coming towards me. I quickly sit upright, and readjust my hair, closing my notebook quickly. She smiles and mouths something, causing me to take my earbuds out, and look up at her.

       "Yes..?"

       The girl smiles, her crooked teeth showing slightly, which only makes my heart flutter even more.

       "May I sit down by you? You look quite comfortable."

       I swallow slightly, and nod, before opening my notebook slightly, and revitalizing my poem. The poem I wrote about her, this random girl. Though, everything about her is so... Enticing, entrancing. We sit there, in an awkward silence for a little while. I try not to look at her, to not cause myself to blush more. Though, I can't help myself. I glance at her, and the way she looks at me causes my heart to leap out of it's chest. She smiles, and says

       "I see your notebook there... Can I ask what you're writing?"

       My eyes widen slightly, and I murmur

        "Er... Uh... A poem. for my literature class..."

       I close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to ground myself.

       I can feel her eyes on me, her gorgeous, encapsulating me. As if I can never escape... Though... Do I really want to?

        "Can I read it?"

         My eyes widen, and I stammer. "Oh... Uh..."

         I reread the poem again, wondering if she'll know it's about her. I sigh, before shakily handing the notebook over. Not wanting to leave the subject of my poem, the muse, in the dark. 

She reads it over, as I sit there, on the verge of panic.

                                    T̶h̶e̶ p̶e̶r̶f̶e̶c̶t̶ d̶a̶y̶   Cherry Blossoms

                  S̶p̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶i̶r̶, w̶a̶r̶m̶ s̶u̶n̶, p̶e̶r̶f̶e̶c̶t̶ d̶a̶y̶

                  As the cherry blossoms fall, the wind gently blows

                  Though when she appears, the world stops to look at her

                  Why? She's stunning, capturing, like a goddess among men

                 The peoples that are graced by her, simply from her presence

                 Oh thy great one, how can one attain such grace, such beauty

                 How? How can one be so alluring, without so much effort?

                 A museum isn't worthy of her divinity, one that catches every eye

                As the cherry blossoms fall delicately, I admire

                What's everyone else to do? No chance is held against her elegance.

                The muse of all paintings, poems, and literature, I suppose

                I cannot picture a more heavenly woman to be the subject of art

                All music, romance, and plays, are for her

                Her enjoyment, her smile, all for her

               As why would man create such things for anyone other than her?

                As the cherry blossoms fall, so do I fall                

         She looks up at me, and grabs my pen, writing something down at the bottom. She smiles giddily, that beautiful smile. She then stands up, grabs her backpack, and says 

          "Thank you."

          As she walks away, I want to call out to her, but I can't, as I look at the bottom, I see, written beautifully, almost divinely:

                 (𝟚𝟘𝟚)-///-////  ---------> 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒! <3

                                                                   -𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

AN: (Incase the font doesn't go through, the message says- (phone number) 'this is beautiful, and I'd love to read more! -cherry blossom girl)

THIS ONE TOOK SO LONG CAUSE I ACTUALLY HAD TO COME UP WITH A POEM IM CRYINGGG

Plus, if anyone can guess what song this was based off of, I'll consider asking the first person to guess if they have anything they want to see for the next one I write (if i ever get to it.. 😭😭😭)