#why does using it/its for SOMEONE ELSE affect YOU

[ducky-dawn47]

If it isn't a spoiler could you tell us what Ao bing's personality is gonna be like? Also could I make ship kids from your au? Like a firenoddle kid and an oubing one( I hc some dragons can be born with both genitalia, and red and mk could just make a magic baby lol) I lowkey feel like if ever nezha and bing have a kid they'd have them pretty late into they're marriage so they're kid is close in age with red and mk's kid. Also how does demon or just reproduction in general work in your Au?

I'd imagine Ao Bing would be pretty similar to the 2025 Nezha Movie's Bing Bing!! A bit softer, but still no less passionate about the things he cares about like his husband!

And since in LMK Nezha mellowed out ALOT as he got older, I'd imagine Bing is also alot less impulsive and naive now.

And sure!! I'd love to see your renditions of the potential Oubing and Spicynoodles kids! That would be so cute!!

And hoo boy lol. Alright kiddos.

Buckle your seat belts, My ducklings! We're going for a Ride into demonic/ celestial biology!!!

Ok SO-

In DEMONIC biology;

1. It's still the basic XY and XX, but being Intersex is actually quite common! Its the reason why so many are on the LGBTQIA+ Spectrum! Because gender and sex just simply matters alot less to them.

2. Since being intersex is so common, it has led to a phenomenon called "Seahorse Paternity"- in which an XY or Male presenting person can become pregnant, because they're actually intersex! Although most children born this way are C-Section babies.

3. Most children are born through a womb-bearing person. But there are quite a few demons who are formed by magic! (Like a certain few Monkeys) these demons are formed using one of the Magical Pillars of the Universe (Water, Wood, Earth, Metal, Fire, Air, Celestial and Shadow) but this is incredibly rare. And typically the universe only spits out one of these guys per element per cycle.

So no double True Fire of Samadhi Weilding kiddos! Lmao.

(Yes, Redson is actually Intersex as well! Although this information won't be used in the Fic, im not stopping anyone from taking this information and running with it lol)

In CELESTIAL biology;

1. They follow a more mortal example of sex, so XX and XY, and being intersex is about as common for them as it is for mortals!

2. Pregnancy for them is a bit complicated- To make a Celestial Baby, you need a Star. Since that's what a majority of Celestials are made of! Its also why its so rare for a Bàntiān to happen! Because they're a Celestial that didn't need a star!

3. Ok so- once a couple has a star, it is typically carried by an XX or Female presenting person- someone with a womb. In which the star and "seed" (i am not explaining basic sex ed on Tumblr im not tryna get banned) are combined in the womb, baby happens!

4. Birth to Death ratios are actually significantly higher for Celestials than anyone else. It's why they stick to their own classification- and why they're so few of them in the general population. Most people just kinda wait for the stars to spit out a Celestial Baby on their own (that's also how a Celestial is made) and then the couple can adopt them.

The other kinds of creatures?

1. Dragons, Monsters, and Elemental Demons can also procreate the usual way, its very very rare for either the cosmos or pillars to have any affect on their birth.

And thats all for now! I'll either reblog or update this with new information when it comes :)

[clumsypuppy]

Atla live action 😐

[catboybiologist]

half baked morning rant

I do want to make it clear that the reason I talk about HRT and its biological effects so much is not because HRT or medicalization defines your gender.

Its because, for me personally, the interface of my biology education and my transition was mostly centered around figuring out what sex hormones do. I learned about basic biology principles like DNA organization, gene regulation, cell biology, and physiology in high school and undergrad. Taking that understanding and extending it to the mechanisms that hormones use to change gene regulation, and by extension, the rest of your body broadly, was something I did as my understanding became more complete in later undergrad and grad school. It was the key to me starting my own transition.

Why?

Because it was the first time I realized that the "basic biology" arguments of transphobes were complete and utter bullshit. From that point, it was a cascade. As in, wait, if dynamic changes in gene expression aren't considered "biological" to them, then why am I believing anything they say about anything else? When they talk about gametes, and try to include infertile cis people in their definitions of biological sex by talking about what gamete you're "intended" to make, what do they even mean? Why does my current gene expression not define that "intent"? And wait, back up, why is the brain suddenly not considered part of our biology? Why are neurological differences suddenly not "biological"? Why can we say someone's thinking patterns aren't "biological"?

Backing up even further, why does any of this matter more than psychological gender, or sociological gender? If the way we navigate society is gendered, that affects a lot of our lives, and we're just throwing that away?

Basically, being educated about how deep the biological changes of HRT really go was the first domino to fall when I worked through my internalized transphobia.

This is one of many reasons why I hate, hate HATE the concession that uninformed allies and even many trans people themselves give: "well NO ONE is saying that you can change your biological sex, sex and gender are completely unrelated, sex is binary and gender isn't!!!!!"

Well. I am saying that you can change your "biological" sex, I am saying that biological sex isn't binary, and I am saying that misunderstanding of those points has set back transgender advocacy. It makes medical decisions surrounding us less informed, it poisons conversations about how we interact with society, and it makes trans people feel like their gender and sex are less "real" than cis people's.

Not to mention the horrific way it discards intersex people from the conversation entirely.

Recently, I've seen this point enter the mainstream a little, by using intersex people and variation of sex in other species as a "counterargument" to "binary biological sex" thinking. It still doesn't sit right with me. One, because it uses intersex people as a prop for trans advocacy while not actually addressing the needs of either group. And two, because it completely disregards that your current biology and physiology is not 100% predestined from birth, and using people who were "born this way" as a prop does absolutely nothing to increase people's acceptance of trans people who change their biology later in life.

Ugh. This got away from me but yeah. That's my sipping coffee ramble for this morning. If anyone wants to add comment or correct me on discourse here, please do. Especially if you're intersex- this is all the observations of a perisex trans woman.

[chilumi-shipper]

Soulbound

Zhongli x GN!Reader (Soulmate!AU)

Summary: Zhongli hated the mark on his neck, and he hated whoever the mark bounded him to. But fate plays a cruel joke, matching him with you, as he swore he would love no one else but Guizhong.

Tags: Angst/No Comfort, Short Story, Rejection, Hurtful Words, Hatred to Love

Soulmark - A mark that binds two individuals as soulmates.

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Morax had always been frustrated by the mark on his neck.

A glowing, permanent part of his body that marks him tied to a soulmate. He thinks its stupid, for the love of his life was already in front of him, a gray-haired inventor that no carving in his body could ever stop him from adoring.

He finds it unbelievable that his neck is claimed by a soulmark yet Guizhong's remain blank, and he curses Celestia above for such a foul joke.

How could he be for anyone else but her?

When her dust settled in the field of glaze lilies he thought were incomparable to her beauty, he was utterly devasted, his clawed hands held onto his neck, wanting to rip the soulmark that had been taunting him for centuries.

How could he be marked for someone else while the love of his life laid lifeless?

He loathed his mark, everything about it, and he will till his last breath.

...

Zhongli deeply dislikes you.

You are a messy, silly, babbling buffoon.

An adventurer from Mondstadt that embodies the nation's will of freedom. Bubbly, carefree, and loud, much like a fellow god he didn't particularly like.

Despite of his disdain of you, your affection towards him never wavered. You filled his somber days with excitement as you joyfully tell him stories about your adventures, share some new recipes you've learned, even ushering him to talk about obscure Liyue historical facts that you've always found interesting.

He was much too proper to shoo you away, and his cold looks and short responses didn't discourage you to try to make friends with the man that peeked your curiosity.

Ever so slowly, you had pried open his caged heart, planting a small seed that was so distinctly you.

He would have accepted you, he would have seen you as a friend... and yet...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a faint, familiar mark on your neck, revealed when you put your hair up into a ponytail.

Zhongli knew he truly disliked you.

...

"I don't believe in the marks either, Mr. Zhongli..." You reasoned with him, but his gaze still stung you with daggers.

He caged himself back up, ensuring that you could not care for the little seed you planted, no light would be able to reach it again.

His heart would not open...

No matter how many times he catches himself smiling at your antics.

No matter if he displays every gift and trinket you give him from your travels.

No matter how much he preferred your cooking over anyone else's.

No matter how beautiful you look staring up at him with your doe eyes as you confess your affection.

No matter how frustrated he felt at himself when he made you cry as he rejects your feelings.

Because, for him, how could there be anyone else but her?

...

"Do you see why it could never be you?"

You both stood in front of a monument, surrounded by various plants and objects you assume to be from friends of this ancient goddess.

"I bet she was amazing."

"She was perfect. Perhaps that's why I was not worthy to share a mark with her."

At this point, you were used to his words, how they praise her, how they degrade you.

"You're pretty great too, Zhongli..."

Faith places identical marks on the necks of two soulmates, and the rest is a romantic story of the passion that builds up as people pursue their marks of love.

Fate is cruel to you and him.

"That mark is not for you, Y/N." The Geo Archon says to you, tearing you apart silently, as you stand and take his words.

His heart quivers despite the harsh words coming from his own mouth. Even after millennia of having the mark engraved on his neck, after concluding that maybe he would allow your little seed to prosper even just for a bit, he still chooses to cling onto his hopeless past.

Tears fall down from your eyes, but you remain quiet, only nodding in agreement.

You loathed the mark on your neck.

...

Zhongli opens the cage of his heart a little, allowing him to peak at the small sprout from the seed you planted.

So distinctly you, it was the only thing he has of you.

After letting you leave him at Guizhong's monument with tears still staining your face, he couldn't help but miss you.

He couldn't help but let you finally take your place in his heart, after so long of hating his soulmark, hating whoever the mark tied him to, he fears he has finally accepted faith.

...

"Where is it?" He grips your arm harshly, his hold not faltering as you try to shake him off. His gaze was cold, yet you could still catch the hint of alarm in his eyes. "What have you done?"

After weeks... you return to him... missing something.

You winced at the stress of his words, feeling frightened under his tense hold. "I..." His bruising grip didn't falter, urging you to explain yourself. "S-Surprise...?"

"You..." Zhongli looks at you in disbelief. "How stupid could you be?"

"M-Mr. Zhongli... it's a blessing of the Anemo Archon... I prayed for him set us free from fate."

"Y/N... I..." He was at a loss for words, his heart ached as his eyes searched your neck in vain. "Fate... going against it is painful. It must've been excruciating."

"It was... but this if for you, Zhongli..." You smiled, feeling him loosen his grip. "Because I love... loved you." You fully free yourself from him, rubbing at where he previously held you.

The wind around him picked up, and he hears the faint whispers of an old friend along with it. Whispers of comfort, as he clearly ruined what would have been the light of the rest of his days.

Your soulmark fades, but his remains...

Zhongli loathed his mark, for it bears no meaning, no one but him bears that mark.

As you leave, trying to fade away in the background of his life, you remain under a spotlight in his eyes, for you will always be the one that shares his mark, no matter if it is visible.

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What y'all think of this one? :3

I bet y'all's feelings were hurt hehe

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

in every universe

── bucky barnes x fem!avenger!reader

THE TAG LIST IS FULL!!!! check the comments for my backup @.

according to every website i’ve checked, there’s no exact date that bucky fell off the train, they only say sometime in january of 1945. but i need a specific date for this so we’re pretending that it’s january 26.

* yes the pic on the right is from tfatws but thats not necessarily when this takes place. before thunderbolts* though, hence why it’s still avenger!reader. steve didn’t go back to be with peggy, nat and tony are alive because i said so hahdbzjsrjxh. its not super important for this but they do make appearances.

* no use of y/n but i do use she/her. no descriptors other than reader being shorter than bucky. according to google, sebastian is somewhere between 5’11” and 6’0” so do with that what you will.

* readers powers are similar to wanda maximoff, but the energy is a dark blue, hence the hero name dark surge. this isn’t related to my other thunderbolts*!bucky piece, i’m just using the same name. reader can also time travel and travel the multiverse. i know i know too many powers, but shhh you’ll see.

In the entire time you’ve known Bucky, you’d say he has always hated you. Steve would, and does, disagree. He says that Bucky doesn’t hate you, he’s just reserved around everyone. And Bucky, well, you don’t know what Bucky would say. You’ve given up on trying to form any sort of genuine friendship, and have just accepted the fact that he wants nothing to do with you.

But you don’t see it. The longing glances when you’re talking to someone else. And you don’t understand. If he hates you, why do the 2 of you keep being paired up for missions? You don’t see that on said missions, his first priority is to find you so that he can see for himself that you’re safe.

One day, he overhears that you’re being sent back in time to collect some very important information. Your tasks? Find Colonel Phillips work tent, photograph papers from a specific folder, and come back to the present.

It’s a simple enough mission. But when he hears the chosen date is January 26, 1945, Bucky swears his heart stops. It’ll be fine, though. It’s the day he fell off the train, but it won’t affect you… right? If that’s the case, though, why is it now hours past the time you were supposed to return, but no one on the team can get ahold of you??

now that the writing gears are finally turning again (thank you thunderbolts*), i’m finally posting this preview. if you’d like to be notified when this is posted, let me know! it’s a series, so expect to be tagged with each chapter

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[navydoves]

Cat!Zayne and his strange affectionate habits

you love your kitty boyfriend, but he does some strange things!

✎ᝰ a/n: highly requested kitty zayne is now part 4 of this series. im gonna do a "habits while in heat" sister series so if you wanna be tagged just tell me. caleb is gonna be the last one to complete the 5.

bunny xavier mermaid rafayel dragon sylus

⭐︎

❥ he’s likes waiting. kitty zayne is very patient. he’ll never whine or complain (too much) about how long you’ve been gone or how far away mealtime is. he’ll definitely miss you, yes, but he likes focusing on the fact that you’re with him now.

he’ll sit by you on the bed and wait for you to wake up, but he’ll do this for hours if he needs to. if he wants to play or spend time with you but you’re busy, he’s perched right beside you quietly just very patiently waiting. you feel a little bad sometimes, but zayne reassures you by telling you that he doesn’t mind waiting. that all he cares about is getting you as his reward.

❥ he holds you with his tail. zaynes favorite form of physical affection is gripping onto you for dear life with his tail. it’s very casual too. when you’re doing dishes he’ll come up behind you and peck your scalp while his tail wraps around your waist. he’ll wrap his tail around your wrist in public to guide you and show affection.

he especially loves wrapping his tail around you when you’re asleep with him. with his strong arms under your armpits and around your chest and his tail either wrapped on your thigh or midsection, zayne refuses to go to sleep any other way. it’s a bit suffocating but zayne is naturally cool-skinned so it doesn’t make you overheat.

❥ he has sensory issues. because of this zayne is very particular about what he sleeps on, the texture of his food, how his ears/tail/nails are trimmed, etc. you’ll see him on the bathroom very meticulously snipping away at his hair to ensure it’s always clean and neat because it’ll bother him if it’s any other way. it’s also a plus to know he’s very clean.

he’s usually adverse to getting too close to someone because he also very easily overheats. which is why when he cuddles you, you’ll see him use his evol on his skin. similarly he prefers wearing very light clothing or being just straight up naked in bed because it helps him with temperature and also, he likes you feeling his bare body <3.

❥ he’s subtly territorial. he likes to remind you and everyone else around you that you’re his and vice versa. he’s not the type to whine or pout about it, but he’ll do things like stare people down or wrap his tail around your ankle if they’re being too friendly with you.

he also likes scenting you in every way possible. you think his head nudges and rubs are purely affectionate, but he also does them to get his natural kitty scent on you. its not a once or twice thing, its constantly throughout the day. especially when your scent is gone after a shower he’ll take like 10 minutes just to cover you in his smell again.

❥ he massages (kneads) you a lot! it’s well known that cats like kneading when they’re happy, but zayne likes to call it “massages”. this is because he only ever kneads you. his favourite places are your tummy and your thighs, but he’ll take anywhere.

very firmly but still gentle, he cups your soft flesh and squeezes or rubs with his large palms. even kitty zayne knows anatomy pretty well, so he’ll target the areas where the biggest muscle groups are or where you complain about being achy. it’s very soothing and somewhat erotic at times because his attention is fully on you. likes it’s a job to him play with your chub and skin.

❥ he’s at your beck and call. if zayne is gonna do something its gonna be listen to you. zayne is not submissive by nature, but he enjoys taking care of you so much that he’ll let you boss him around. he’s not a dog, but he’ll fetch if you ask.

if you ask him to cook he’ll cook for the next few days and always serve you first. if you ask him to use his car he’ll drive you himself and give extra money. if you ask him to jump he might just ask how high. it’s not overbearing by any means, it’s actually rather domestic and husband-like. he does things for you silently but his tail wags always indicate how happy he is doing it. ⭐︎ hey frens tags : @otomegamesforlife , @chersyluvs

[shidoglazer]

love language

sae itoshi fluff gradually getting more and more romantic

＠shidoglazer

its confirmed that sae doesn’t know how to do anything / have any skillsets outside of football, he’s never listened in class and that he was a weird kid when he was a kid

initially, when you got together with him you thought he’d be experienced with romance considering his career and looks, but surprise surprise, you’re his first love. so its no shock that he doesn’t know what couples usually do, so he starts researching.

after a few days, you initiated the first kiss between you two, and his first kiss. good thing this man was blessed with a stoic face, or else you’d be able to see him panicking and blushing like a beet. and holy shit, he got hooked right after that. immediately diving in for more, pushing you against the couch to lay atop of you and kiss you even deeper. it was a better feeling than any pass or goal.

despite his cold looks, it feels like you were dating a virgin nerd boy from how much he loves physical affection and quality time, though he still needs to work on his acts of service and words of affirmation. it may not look like it, but he does get shy / has a fear of losing his pride whenever he says or does corny things.

don’t worry tho, after awhile of teaching him, he’ll be doing every love language in the book for you, doesn’t matter which one.

words of affirmation? only during very emotional and sentimental moments, like after your first fight, he’ll approach you carefully and wrap an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “i’m sorry. i love you. you’re the most precious thing in my life. i’m not going to force you to get better immediately but, i, just wanted to let you know. okay?” you almost squeezed him to death from how tight you hugged him after that.

physical touch? easy yes. he loves touching you, even if its just your knees touching together when you sit next to each other, cuddled up under a blanket during bedtime, petting your head or brushing his hand against your face whenever he walks past you, absolutely. though, thats all in private. in public, obviously he won’t act like you’re a stranger, but there won’t be any excessive PDA from him. he’ll walk beside you and occasionally place a hand on your back or around your waist to keep you close if theres too many people.

actions of service? well. he tries his best. as mentioned, he doesn’t have much skillsets other than football, so theres not a lot he can do. but as soon as it comes to carrying your bags for you, helping you grocery shop, remembering your usual orders for every restaurant you both go to, consider him in. he tries to be as useful as possible to make sure you dont have too much of a burden on you, and he’s glad to help out. but if it comes to things like cooking, doing your hair, helping you paint your nails.. lets save the disaster for next time.

quality time? easily his favourite. he loves just being in the same room with you doing your own stuff, it brings him a peace of mind that both of you are safe and enjoying each other’s company. he doesn’t mind interactive activities either, he enjoys walks in the park with you while you both ramble on and on about your interests. he does most of the listening, because he just likes seeing your happy face to know that someone’s interested. and time may pass too quickly, you’ll be at the park until midnight laughing and talking with sae. its never a dull experience with him, really.

gift giving? obviously. he has too much money to spare anyways, so why not spend it on the love of his life? at the start of your relationship, he knew that some girls liked getting flowers, so it was only natural that he went to the flower store and handpicked every single flower for you. turns out you were allergic to pollen and he immediately threw it out. afterwards, he’s just brought you on shopping sprees with clothes, new shoes, bags and whatnot. its surprising tho, even with a card with no budget, you managed to stay restrained and not spend over 40,000¥.

you say its because you prefer gifts that are from the heart. since then, he’s tried to handcraft things for you. currently, the ones he’s given you are a poorly made bracelet of your name with his, an unusable heart shaped mug he made in a pottery class with a few (a lot) of cracks on it, and byfar the best thing he’s gifted you— a handmade book of you and his polaroids together, along with a handwritten letter where there were some spelling mistakes here and there, but you really loved it. you loved every single one of them, and it makes your face light up with joy whenever he gifts you something new. thats the main reason he continues to put himself through torturous hours of making gifts for you.

in summary: sae loves you very much. he wouldn’t trade the world for you. ever.

masterlist

a/n this was supposed to be a short drabble but i got carried away..

[kbunzzi2oa]

Birthday Secrets - (K.Mingyu)

Synopsis ↳ its all fun and games when you surprise your boyfriend until it ends up with some good birthday sex

Contains ↳ MDNI +18, idol bf!Mingyu x fem!reader, Vernon, Hoshi, Joshua, Woozi, DK, NSFW, unprotected sex (BIG nono), pussy eating, spit, jerking off, facial, dirty talk, kissing, nipple sucking, missonary, fluff

Now playing on the radio..↳ sex with me -> (Rihanna), Reminder -> (The weeknd), In for it -> (Tory Lanez, RL Grime), Fat, Juicy & Wet -> (Bruno Mars, Sexy Red), Birthday Sex -> (Jerehmi)

W.C -> 1.545k..

[NOTE] ↳ IN HONORS of mingyus bday, i decided to make a lovely fic for this man you guys like it!

Kim Mingyu, your boyfriend of six years, was turning 28, and he aged like fine wine. He was on tour with his bandmates, and you decided to surprise him for his birthday. The plan was very simple

1. Attend the concert

2. Arrange for his bandmates to take Mingyu to a restaurant to celebrate his birthday.

3. Once he returned to his hotel room, surprise him, giving him the time of his life!

Easy right?..well no not really...see the thing was that Mingyu could sense VERY WELL when there was something wrong because the members where being a bit weird today but he pushed those thoughts away.

The day began with thousands of birthday messages flooding Mingyu's phone, arriving not only from his fellow members but also from family, cousins, fans, and even famous celebrities. He responded to them all with a single, heartfelt message, but he was eagerly anticipating a text from someone special. And speak of the devil, you texted him instantly. He immediately opened your contact and giggled like a lovestruck teenager as he read your message "Dear boyfriend, happy birthday! I hope your day is filled with countless amazing moments shared with your fans and members. I wish I could be there with you, but unfortunately, my job has been a pain in the ass" He laughed aloud, continuing to read, "But I have a small gift for you, which you'll see before midnight. Xoxo from your love! Y/N." With a dreamy sigh, he responded to her with a giddy smile, "Thank you, my love. I wish you were here with me and the others, but that's alright. One more week, and I'll finally meet you! Love you back, and I can't wait for the present." He rose from his seat, and as soon as he opened the door, the others rushed inside, engulfing him in a tight embrace. They wished him a happy birthday, and Mingyu almost got suffocated by the sheer force of their hugs.

The concert was the highlight of his life. They interacted with fans, and of course, he was showered with affection, jokes, and numerous cards from his members and fans. At the end of the show, everyone gathered together. Hoshi and Woozi held the chocolate cake, which was adorned with a large, lit "28" candle. As the fans and everyone else began singing, even the staff joined in. Mingyu made a wish, and suddenly, Vernon playfully shoved his head into the cake, a moment captured on the big screen, which sent everyone into fits of laughter. After a lively cake fight on stage, they cleaned up and headed to a bustling restaurant, where they could unwind, get drunk, and have some fun. Jun rose to his feet, a happy smile gracing his face. "I would like to thank our dear member Mingyu, who has been like a brother, cousin, and best friend for all of us. Happy birthday, and we love you!" Everyone clapped, and then, out of nowhere, Vernon yelled, "Don't forget to mention his love for his girlfriend and cake!" The room erupted in laughter, and everyone patted his back. "I would like to thank you all for being here for me. We've been through so much together that it's impossible to name it all, but with you, the staff, our fans, and my girlfriend, we made it to the end. That doesn't mean the impossible things don't end, but for now, at least, we have each other," Mingyu said happily, as Hoshi and Joshua began to laugh loudly, that's when DK says "Why does he act like Woozi when he gets drunk"

After the gift-giving, personal talks, laughter, and games, Mingyu returned to his hotel room, ready for sleep and a chat with you. As he opened the door, he gasped, and everything he was carrying fell to the floor, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Y-You're here... I... no... HOLY, BABY, I thought you wouldn't come!" he exclaimed happily, running to you and hugging you tightly. "I missed you too, Min!" He pulled away and connected your lips in a passionate, hungry kiss, devouring you like an animal, his hands roaming over you as if he hadn't touched you before. "I've missed you," he whispered, pulling away and taking in the sight of the room. Your body was draped in a red robe, revealing a hint of cleavage. The hotel room transformed into a scene of celebration, the air filled with the gentle scent of vanilla and the soft glow of candlelight. Balloons in a romantic palette of red, pink, and white floated gracefully, their ribbons dancing in the subtle breeze from the air conditioning. The focal point of the room was the bed, where a series of balloons, meticulously arranged, spelled out "Happy Birthday, Baby" against the headboard. The overall effect was a blend of intimacy and festivity, creating a perfect setting for a special night...

He looks at you before smashing his lips against yours, kissing and whimpering inside your mouth in satisfaction, he sees the way your mouth opens and moans come out, he takes advantage of that by thrusting his tongue inside. You both pulled away breathless.. He growls low in his throat as he senses your arousal, his hand sliding down to cup your pussy through the fabric of your panties. He takes off the robe and sees your body wrapped in a red lingirie. He whistles as his hand start moving up and down your covered slit "Fuck your wet for me aren't you, hm?.." He attacks your neck with love bites, his fingers ripping the lace underwear apart as now he could feel everything...

He spreads your thighs wide, his face burying between them as he starts eating you out like a starving man. His tongue parts your folds, licking and sucking your clit. He adds two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spot. "Mmm.. You taste so fucking good.." You moan loudly, pushing your breasts together. He watches that action through half-lidded eyes, adding another finger inside you. He spreads them apart slightly, preparing you for his thickness. Your juices drip down his chin. He catches one of your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. He releases your nipple with a pop, admiring how flushed and swollen it is from his suckling. Keeping his fingers moving skillfully inside you, he sheathes his rock-hard cock against your thigh, letting you feel how much you've aroused him. "Fuck I need to be inside you." You moan loudly as he rips the lingire and throws it "There she is, my perfect baby, so fucking cute...want daddy's cock?..hmm?" You spread your legs wider, showing him your wet and slick cunt..He spreads your legs wider, pushing inside you in one hard thrust. You both moan loudly. He pulls out slowly only to slam back inside again. He captures your mouth, swallowing your moans. Your breasts bounce with each thrust. He spreads your legs wider, going deeper... "Baby.."

He starts fucking you so hard that the headboard hits the wall repeatedly. He's no longer gentle or romantic - he's just raw, animalistic lust. He spits on his hand and uses it to rub your clit aggressively while still pounding into you. "Take my fucking cock.." You moan loudly your eyes rolling back as his dick kept hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. "God daddy this feels so good, harder daddy please harder!" He starts jackhammering into you from behind, making wet, lewd sounds. He looks down at your body, sees your tits bouncing and your back arching. He gets an idea that's both dirty and depraved. He spits in his hand again..."Mi Amore, Turn your face to the side." His voice is strained, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You turn your face to the side, wondering what he's planning. He spits inside your mouth and then spitting on his hand ruining her mascara and her makeup. "Open your mouth" He pulls out suddenly, his glistening cock appearing between your spread cheeks. He grabs your hair, pulling your face back slightly so your mouth is open and your tongue out like a good little slut. He starts jerking himself off right in front of your face, aiming the tip at your open mouth. He rubs the wet, messy tip of his length against your tongue, smearing his release and your saliva together. He looks down at your debased expression, loving how you look with your face turned to the side, makeup smudged, and tongue out waiting for his dirty release. He suddenly stops jerking himself off and leans down, pressing his lips firmly against yours. The kiss is intense and messy, his tongue invading your mouth with a hunger that matches the raw sex you just had. He tastes salty and dirty, a mix of both of your releases still on his lips.

A few hours later, Mingyu is resting on the bed, his muscular torso bare and gleaming slightly with a sheen of sweat. You're curled up next to him, head resting on his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. "I love you min...happy birthday.." you smile and trail your hands up and down his chest "Thank you baby, I love you to" After a while you both fell asleep in eachothers embrace.

[deminetly]

-ˋˏ QUESTIONS TO HELP YOU DEVELOP ANY DR ˎˊ-

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ᰋ-what is the overall vibe of this dr? (whimsical, cozy, etc)

ᰋ-what do you always have on you? (a phone, a lighter, etc)

ᰋ-how do you get around in this dr? (by bus, walking, riding a horse, etc)

ᰋ-is there a song that reminds you of this dr? (could be the lyrics, vibe or even voice)

ᰋ-is there any drama going on in this dr? are you involved?

ᰋ-whats the view from your window like?

ᰋ-what do you smell like? what does the air smell like?

ᰋ-if this dr was a movie, what would its title be?

ᰋ-how do other people from this dr describe you as?

ᰋ-what kind of music does your dr self listen to?

ᰋ-if you had to describe your dr in 3-5 random words, what would they be?

ᰋ-does your dr self have any pets?

ᰋ-how does your dr self handle conflict?

ᰋ-whats your dr selfs favourite and least favourite memory?

ᰋ-who does your dr self dislike?

ᰋ-who would your dr self look for in a crowded room?

ᰋ-whats your dr selfs favourite posession?

ᰋ-whats your favourite (specific) part of life?

ᰋ-who from your dr would you most likely trust with a secret?

ᰋ-which lyric(s) can you relate to right now?

ᰋ-where would your dr self go to escape from the world?

ᰋ-what are your friends’ love lives like? hows yours?

ᰋ-what kind of things is your dr self doing at school/work? (projects)

ᰋ-describe your dr selfs signature makeup/scent/anything else

ᰋ-what does your dr self look forward to after waking up each day

ᰋ-what was yours dr selfs childhood like

ᰋ-what does your dr self NOT like about this dr? (are there any small imperfections?)

ᰋ-are there any big events your dr self looks forward to?

ᰋ-what are some random activities/scenarios from your dr?

ᰋ-your dr selfs go-to fun fact?

ᰋ-favourite person that ISNT close to your dr self? (a teacher, hallway crush, etc)

ᰋ-what are some random rebellious things your dr self does? (skipping class for example)

ᰋ-what are some confessions your dr self could make?

ᰋ-why do you shift there?

ᰋ-does anyone from that dr know about shifting?

ᰋ-describe your dr self as “theyre a 10 but…”

ᰋ-what would everyones halloween costumes be from your dr? (you could even do matching ones with someone)

ᰋ-how would your dr self react if they met any of your other dr selves/drs?

ᰋ-how does your dr self show affection? what their love language?

ᰋ-if every person close to you in your dr were to make a podcast, what would it be about?

ᰋ-what would your dr self write about in the AITA subreddit?

ᰋ-whats in your dr selfs wishlist?

ᰋ-what would be everyone from your drs most used emoji? (even if phones dont exist)

ᰋ-what would your dr selfs reposts be?

ᰋ-what would a movie/book about your dr selfs life be called?

ᰋ-who from your dr gives the best advice?

ᰋ-what would your dr selfs password be?

ᰋ-how would your dr self do the “how many aura points did I lose when…” trend?

ᰋ-how would your cr and dr selves get along? what would you do together?

ᰋ-if your dr self had a cutie mark, what would it be?

ᰋ-what could your dr self talk about for hours?

ᰋ-how would a conversation between your dr self and your cr self go?

ᰋ-who has a crush on your dr self?

ᰋ-where could someone look for your dr self and theyll most likely be there?

ᰋ-whats your “I know a spot”

ᰋ-whats something people would be surprised to find out about your dr self?

[dan-ish]

Can we really call Cale oblivious?

When I was reading tcf for the first time I had the question "Why is cale oblivious to his own actions destroying his slacker dream? Why does this man turn the world upside down and still thinks he might be unknown at the end of the day? ?" In my mind all the time..

So, I decided to analyse his actions in his own perspective!

What did Kim Rok Soo do that was so different from Cale? Nothing really, in both lives he's doing the same exact thing :

• Fighting the evil beings with overwhelming advantage (as much as he could).

• Scamming the bad guys in whatever way he does it.

• Preparing several plans for most possible situations before stepping in.

•Encourages and helps his people to become stronger and uses their abilities in the most efficient way helping them 'stand out more than him' as he thinks.

• Has no problem in retreating if the situation is not going as intended, prioritise his people's wellbeing above all else!

• Works from the rear as a strategist, but is always ready to step in whenever the situation goes south to flip the tables; not just turn them.

He has been doing this since he became a team leader and has continued in the same manner after transmigrating, so far almost 13 years !!

But here's the one most important difference between now and then: Cale is not affected by the White Star's curse anymore! Since it broke the moment he transmigrated into Cale's body nothing now is hiding his achievements from the world.

However, as a victim of both WS's reincarnation and og Cale's transmigration, (the curse's cause and its breaker) he had no idea, until recently, so this is the thing Cale does not understand the most. He may have figured out the concept of what effected him but he's yet to link his past to his present comparing them to the point he believes this is an important factor of why he's becoming a worlds wide hero.

So when he says 'i just wanted to be a small hero why isn't it working like it always has?!' he actually means it and is genuinely confused! (And certainly justified) Because why ,if he does almost the same strategy, is he's having different results this time!?

The variables become clearer if you have an outsider pov, for example: krs's curse made it that he can't cherish anything or be cherished, that's why all the people he cared about left him one way or another, This explains why Cale can't understand why his family care for him. Something inside of him thinks unconsciously "How are they still here?". It's not that he's in denial, it's rather that he has never been given the chance to process this love and care in his 40 years of life, for as soon as he starts to accept that he may have a chance of happiness, it's immediately stolen from him, leaving him more traumatized than before...

Another side would be that every time a chance arised for him to standout in public, like the speech thing he talked about, "something" would happen; a monster outbreak, an accident, or maybe an unexpected attack from some evil ability users...

Which means it's not only his desire to stay hidden that has been keeping his achievements in the dark as krs, it was mostly his curse and when he couldn't be praised he thought 'Well, who wants public recognition anyway?'

You can see he was well-known inside his feild, the government,guilds and throughout the company, He was almost an idol to the people in the brain team! But that's where it stopped, always.

So, it's totally understandable how Cale gets confused everytime he does something good and is praised and cheered for by the citizens; what he had learnt from YEARS of experience is that whatever he did, in the end it remained between these companies walls. [It mostly won't go further unless someone is digging around, like the assassins and illegal guilds that hated him]

No matter what good deeds he does, he can't be 'loved', for he is cursed to be left alone. I mean, we still barely know ANYTHING about team leader krs,his abilities, exact strategies, his team and their relationship with each other what other hardships did he face?

The speech curse is one thing we figured just recently and it never crossed my mind before that he could have been in such a situation...

Maybe he never bought a better house because each time he tried it would get destroyed because he "can't have anything to cherish" so he had to be stuck with the wrecked place that triggered his records and brought him more pain and suffering...?

Back to the point, krs was free to do much more without standing out, he didn't have these "fame/heroic consequences" as for he thought this was the norm for him at least, and tbf that's a major one less headache for him to deal with since he had enough enemies already. And he's a shy little boy but we don't talk about that !

And one little thing to note, he's used to trouble coming after him, and he has this sense of responsibility that he should be the one dealing with all of the trouble since most of the time he concluded that he was the reason everyone around him got hurt...and he can't forget so that's two reasons why he's now dealing with all these problems even if his actions now have such consequences or if it brings him more trouble.

If your daily life was like this of course you'll be confused to WHY ISN'T IT WORKING OUT I JUST WANTED TO LIVE IN PEACE !!!

[gisezella]

HEADCANON .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩 content — 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 / 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍-𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇. 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

He doesn’t really know when it started, but he remembers when something shifted. It was just another evening, and you walked in without knocking, your hands covered in dirt, a distracted smile on your lips. Nothing special happened. You simply existed… and for some reason, that was enough to make him want to wake up the next day.

He doesn’t believe in forever, but he believes in consistency. Levi won’t promise you he’ll always be there. Not because he doesn’t want to — but because he knows too well what it means to lose. So instead, he stays. He’s there, steady, bandaging your wounds with trembling hands, offering you his silence like it’s a private language only you understand.

He watches more than he speaks. Sometimes he seems distant, like his mind is somewhere else, but in truth, he’s memorizing every detail of you — the way your brow furrows when you think, the exact sound of your laugh, the way your fingers tremble just before you cry. He knows you by heart, even if he never says it out loud.

He hates seeing you hurt, but he can’t shelter you. It’s a war inside him. Part of him wants to lock you away where nothing can touch you. But he respects your strength too much. So he trains with you, corrects you harshly, and then lies awake at night staring at the ceiling, praying you’ll never have to use what you’ve learned.

He doesn’t understand why you love him. Every time you say something kind, a part of him recoils, bracing for the moment you finally realize he’s broken. And yet, every time you look at him with unshaken, quiet affection… that hollow part of him feels a little less empty.

He’s awkward with affection, but never indifferent. He’s not one for public displays or romantic speeches. But he makes your tea the exact way you like it. He adjusts your cloak before a mission. And when no one’s watching, he brushes your cheek with his knuckles, like that small touch could shield you from the world.

He has nightmares, and he rarely lets you see it. But on the nights he can’t hide it — when his hands shake and his eyes are clouded — he doesn’t push you away. He lets you hold him, stiff at first, until his breathing matches yours. You're the only one who can calm the chaos in his chest.

He thinks his love is a curse. Everyone he’s ever cared about is gone. So he loves you with fear, with guilt, with the constant dread that one day, you’ll be next. And yet, he clings to you. Because if the world is hell, you’re the only reason he keeps walking through it.

He admires you quietly. He’ll never say it out loud, but the way you face your fears — flawed and human — commands a deep respect in him. He doesn’t need perfection. He’s touched by your persistence. By the way you still try.

His love has its own language. He won’t say “I love you” often, but he shows it. He takes longer routes just to walk beside you. He remembers what you hate eating. He listens — to every word — even if he doesn’t always reply. And when you’re in danger, the calm cracks. He doesn’t stay still.

His jealousy is silent and self-inflicted. He won’t forbid you from seeing anyone or lash out. But if someone else makes you laugh, if your eyes light up for reasons that aren’t him, his gaze hardens. He’ll retreat for a few days, quiet and withdrawn, trying to remind himself you’re not his — and that terrifies him.

You make him laugh. Not often, and rarely in public. But there are rare, precious moments where he lets out a dry, genuine laugh. And when he does, he looks away quickly, like he’s just exposed a vulnerability. He doesn’t know how you do it — but you do.

Cleaning is his coping mechanism, but you are his home. When the world gets too loud, he scrubs it away. But when he’s with you — when he hears your voice, feels your hand in his — the urge to run quiets down. For the first time, he begins to understand what it means to stay.

He’ll always worry about you. You can tell him you’re fine, that it’s just a scratch. But his eyes will search your body for the truth. He can’t help it. To love, for Levi, is to carry the weight of your safety like a blade drawn at all times.

Intimacy isn’t just physical — it’s surrender. When he lets you in, it’s not about lust. It’s about vulnerability. He kisses you like he doesn’t deserve it. He touches you with reverence, like every brush of skin is a silent prayer to something he doesn’t believe in — but hopes, just this once, might answer.

Sometimes, he pulls away without explanation. Not because he’s stopped loving you, but because he needs to remember who he was before you, to not lose himself completely. But even in his silence, he thinks of you — your voice, your touch, your presence. He always comes back… even if he doesn’t always know how to say sorry.

He sees you as his equal. There’s no pedestal. No illusion. When he fights beside you, he trusts you like any other comrade — but his heart beats faster. Not out of doubt… but because you mean more than the others ever could.

He struggles with words, but tries for you. The first few times he tried to say “I love you,” the words got stuck in his throat. But one night, with his head in your lap, it slipped out — quiet, raw, unguarded. You understood it anyway. Because with Levi, those words are louder than a scream.

Sometimes, he dreams of a life he knows he’ll never have. A tiny house. A quiet garden. You reading while he cooks, badly. It’s not realistic — he knows. But when you’re asleep next to him, safe and warm, he lets himself pretend, just for a moment, that peace is possible.

If he dies, you’re the last thing he wants to see. Not his squad. Not the past. Just you. Because in the blood and the loss, you were the one beautiful thing he ever truly had. And somehow, against all odds, Levi Ackerman loved. And was loved.

[sweemmy]

⋆｡ﾟIn their love, they bloom like a dark rose, its thorns only striking those who try to escape. ﾟ｡⋆

— Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, and Jinx.

VI.

Vi would do anything to protect you, but her obsession consumes her, driving her to see threats in every corner, even where none exist. In her mind, danger lurks in the shadows, always watching, and you are the only one who can escape this threat... even if it isn’t real.

Her irritable nature compels her to act impulsively, before her mind has the chance to halt the torrent of emotions. She doesn’t hesitate to confront anyone, even if they are just a stranger who has approached you out of curiosity, convincing herself that anyone who crosses your path is a danger, no matter how harmless they seem.

Vi clings to her justification, arguing that her control is merely an expression of love, that everything she does is for your own good. But beneath those words lies a dark echo, as if she cannot fathom a world where you don’t need her, where her influence is not vital to your survival.

Her gestures of affection, far from being tender, are invasive and violent. Her hugs, excessive and tight, feel as if she could crush you. The words she whispers in your ear, filled with intensity, steal the air between you, with a fervor bordering on obsession, as if she’s marking you, immortalizing you in her world, only for herself.

Though her exterior is one of hardness, beneath that mask beats a deep fear: the fear of losing you. She knows that without you, her world would crumble, empty, incomplete. “If you don’t want me near, just tell me… but don’t expect me to stand idly by while someone tries to take away the only thing that gives my life meaning.”

CAITLYN.

Caitlyn becomes ensnared in her own whirlwind of thoughts, convinced that her obsessive love is the only thing capable of offering you the care you deserve. She sees herself as the only one who can truly understand and protect you, regardless of the boundaries she must cross to keep you by her side.

With a sharp, calculating mind, Caitlyn weaves invisible threads around your life, orchestrating every detail so subtly that you're barely aware of her control. From the people you allow into your circle to the places you step foot in, everything is meticulously designed to keep you under her sway.

Using her charm, Caitlyn spins a web of carefully chosen words, manipulating your perception with a smile that conceals the darkness lurking inside her. She has no qualms about distorting the truth, lying, and creating parallel realities, all to ensure you remain bound to her, oblivious to the trap you've fallen into.

Her control over you goes beyond the physical; Caitlyn becomes an emotional necessity, feeding your dependency with gestures that seem loving but are, in reality, invisible chains. She makes you feel as though you cannot breathe without her presence, turning herself into an irreplaceable part of your life, a constant shadow you cannot escape.

Anyone who dares to get close is seen as an immediate threat, and Caitlyn doesn’t need to resort to open violence. Her deadliest weapon is her influence, capable of destroying slowly, without anyone suspecting a thing. "Why waste time with them, darling? I’ll handle everything. It’s much better if you follow my suggestions; I promise everything will be fine."

SEVIKA.

Sevika sees you as hers—like a treasure no one else deserves to touch. Her obsession is a dangerous blend of control and overbearing protection. Should anyone dare to put you in harm's way, she will become the shadow that eliminates any threat, without remorse and with brutal precision.

Any intruder who gets too close will be stopped by her mere presence. The intensity of her gaze and the unyielding strength of her stance instill terror in even the bravest hearts. She needs no words: her silence is a warning, and her actions, the verdict.

Believing the world is a deadly trap for you, she begins to build a cage of isolation. Every argument she makes is wrapped in false sweetness: "It’s for your own good, trust me," while the chains of her obsession tighten a little more with each passing day.

Flowers and sweet words are not her style, but her actions speak louder than anything. The moment she senses you’re in danger, she will unleash an inhuman fury, showing just how far she’s willing to go to protect you.

Her emotions are a storm hidden beneath a mask of cold serenity. Every action is calculated, every decision made with precision. "I don’t need to shout to show you how much I love you. You see it in what I do, don't you?" she murmurs, her voice calm yet carrying a weight that leaves no doubt about the intensity of her devotion.

JINX.

Jinx would always watch you with eyes filled with obsession, as if you were her precious toy, meant only for her. Her love is no simple feeling: it’s a wild, unpredictable whirlwind, packed with emotional explosions and flashes of madness. She cannot stand anyone else getting your attention, and her “jokes” toward those who dare to come close often end in a macabre, lethal spectacle of destruction.

Within her chaos lies a desperate search for stability, and you are her anchor, but always on her terms. Trying to pull away or challenge her twisted world only triggers a collapse in her mind and a violent need to reaffirm her control over you.

Her love manifests in disturbingly creative forms: bombs adorned with hearts, explosive devices bearing your name, or "trophies" taken from those she deems rivals. Each one is a sickening declaration of how deep and dangerous her affection runs.

Her greatest fear is abandonment, trapped in the loneliness that haunts her. If she senses even the slightest hint that you might leave, she’ll do the unthinkable to make sure you stay by her side. It doesn’t matter if she has to chain you—literally or figuratively; in her mind, the end always justifies the means.

Jinx won’t hesitate to destroy—even herself—to keep you close. Her desperation drives her to dark extremes, hurting others or putting her own body at risk. “Do you see this? I did it for you. Now you can’t deny how much I care. You’re not going anywhere, are you?”

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Sweet! Boyfriend who’s never been in a relationship before, not until you asked him out, at least. He has no idea what he’s doing and you can tell, but it’s endearing in its own weird, wacky way.

Sweet! Boyfriend who has no idea how to behave around you. Should he kiss you when he greets you? Should he grab your hand and hold it tight as you walk around together? Is he even allowed to touch you so boldly? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to risk embarrassing you or pushing a boundary, so he simply…doesn’t. He waits for you to make the make the first move time after time, desperate for your attention but too afraid to ask for it.

Sweet! Boyfriend who awkwardly begins asking you on dates once you remind him that he’s allowed to initiate romantic gestures too. He’s so scared of disappointing you with his lack of experience, but he does his best, shooting quick, embarrassed invitations to dinners or movies with a blush on his face. He’s trying his hardest to seem nonchalant and you know it, but you couldn’t possibly miss the way he refuses to meet your eyes as he speaks, or how his face slowly turns red as he waits for a response. With him putting in so much effort to push past his awkwardness, how could you refuse?

Sweet! Boyfriend who tries so hard to seem cool and unbothered in front of you, but for some reason, he can never contain the overwhelming emotions that fluster him whenever you walk by. He wants to be the perfect boyfriend and getting too overwhelmed doesn’t fit his idea of that, but you don’t mind. How could you? His nerves are endearing, a living display of how flustered you make him.

Sweet! Boyfriend who tenses up whenever you touch him, only to melt into your sweet embrace as soon as he realizes what’s happening. He’s not used to physical affection, least of all from a romantic partner, so it takes him a second to process the endearing touches gracing his skin. It feels awkward and scary to him, being physically connected to someone else, but he can’t help but snuggle into your side after a couple moments of deliberation, soaking up all the warmth you give him. Your touch is like a drug to him, he craves it so badly, yet doesn’t know how to instigate on his own. He’ll work up the confidence eventually, but for now, you’ll have to get him used to your touch. He’ll get the hang of it after a while, you can be sure of that.

Sweet! Boyfriend who’s such a nerd. As soon as he gets comfortable enough in the relationship, he’ll gain the confidence to talk about anything and everything that interests him, looking at you with a sparkle in his eye that you rarely ever see. It makes you feel good to know he trusts you enough to share his interests-however odd they may be-and you’ll gladly give him the attention you know he’d award you if you wanted a turn at ranting about your likes. Little by little he’s opening up, and you’ll be damned if you ruin that by seeming uninterested.

Sweet! Boyfriend who’s always trembling whenever he instigates physical affection, but you don’t mind. He’s trying his hardest to show you he wants to be near you, so why complain? Plus, his hoodie’s soft, and his hold is comfortable. Why would you ever want to break away?

Sweet! Boyfriend who likes to tease, but it never has the impact it should because he’s too nervous to hurt you. It gets easier as the two of you banter back and forth, but he makes sure you know his teasing is nothing but lighthearted, and in return, you do the same for him.

Sweet! Boyfriend who physically cannot complement you without blushing and/or averting his eyes, forcing himself to speak the words he so desperately wants to say to you but doesn’t have the courage to do so without getting flustered. It’s yet another habit of his that gets easier with time, but it never fails to make you feel special, with how shy he gets. As if you’ve stunned the words right out of his mouth.

Sweet! Boyfriend who doesn’t know much about relationships, but the one thing he does know is that he wants to make you feel loved and appreciated every second of your relationship. He’ll slip up every once in a while, everyone does, but you’ll never doubt how much he cares for you, not if he can help it.

He loves you, and he’s desperate to earn your affections. So please…bear with him for a little bit. He promises he’ll make it worth your while.

(This is about Leo btw)

[22ayla21]

Hi, could I make a request for student Anaxa, I’m craving for more fanfics about him😭

Basically student Anaxa that only spends time with one other student. And the reason why he tolerates her is because she’s a serial napper who does the bare minimum. So the only reason why they hangout is because the other is quiet.

Meanwhile everyone else is confused about their relationship since they’re always together. And they do stuff like make each other lunch, carry things the other often uses, make sure the other doesn’t oversleep/make sure the other does sleep,….ext.

A Silent Alliance

Their relationship was rather strange, yet harmonious in its own way.

In the buzzing hive of the academy, where every student was absorbed in studies, rivalries, and youthful passions, Anaxa always kept to himself. He didn't seek friendships, avoided arguments, and didn't try to fit into any group. His only passion was knowledge. Everything else seemed to him like empty vanity.

However, to everyone's surprise, the same figure constantly lingered near him.

A girl whose name few remembered because she barely spoke. She lived more in a world of dreams than in reality, as if balancing between sleep and wakefulness. Unlike the others, she didn't try to make Anaxa talk, didn't pester him with questions, and didn't invade his personal space. She simply... was there.

And that's precisely why he tolerated her.

They didn't call themselves friends. They never greeted or said goodbye. They just appeared together and disappeared like a shadow following a person.

If Anaxa disappeared into the library, the girl invariably appeared somewhere nearby – resting her head on her folded arms and quietly snoozing while he read.

If he hurried to a lecture, she would also appear there – taking a seat next to him and falling asleep about five minutes into the lecture.

If he stayed late in the lab, she would find a secluded corner and calmly doze while he toiled over experiments.

It was convenient. She didn't distract him.

And if someone tried to disturb him during his studies, he would simply nod towards the sleeping girl, and people would immediately back off, afraid to wake her.

From the outside, their relationship looked... unusual.

"Are they dating?" someone wondered, seeing Anaxa hand her a lunch container.

"No, they're not," another replied, watching her hand him a thermos of coffee.

"Then what is it?!"

In reality, it was simple.

She often forgot to eat because she preferred to sleep. He knew that if he didn't remind her, she would go all day on an empty stomach.

And he, getting carried away with his research, could forget about sleep. So, when she noticed he looked too tired, she would literally drag him aside and force him to close his eyes for at least an hour.

They didn't do it out of affection. Not out of friendship. Just... it was the right thing to do.

She always kept a spare pen for him, knowing he often lost his.

He always carried her books, because he knew she was too lazy to carry them herself.

She made sure he didn't forget breakfast.

He made sure she didn't fall asleep somewhere inappropriate where she could be harmed. It was something no one could understand.

One day, someone couldn't take it anymore and asked:

"Have you two ever actually talked to each other?"

They looked at each other. Anaxa pondered. She pondered.

Did they actually exchange words? Of course, there were things like:

"Eat."

"Sleep."

"You forgot your book."

But a full conversation?...

She shrugged. He nodded.

And that was the best answer to all questions. It was just more convenient that way.

They continued to be together.

Without loud confessions, without empty talk, without obligations.

If she needed a place to sleep – it was always found next to him.

If he needed a reminder that people aren't robots, she was always there to poke him in the shoulder and silently point to a pillow.

Everyone else just watched them in bewilderment. But for them, it was all simply banal.

They just... existed together.

[theskywithin]

Soul Astrology-Planets in The Second House

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The Sun in The Second House

You came back carrying the memory of being the one everything else depended on. There was a time, not here, but close, where you learned to stay solid so others could fall apart. You became the warmth. The steadiness. The one who knew what to do when things broke. But deep inside, something quiet unraveled. Because holding everything together meant there was never time to ask: who holds me? This lifetime, the question changes. You’re not here to radiate, you’re here to root. Not to be strong, to be present. The body doesn’t want certainty. It wants consistency. It wants your breath, not your brightness. Your hunger, not your usefulness. This house teaches that safety isn’t something you give away to earn love. It’s something you build slowly, from the inside out, like warmth in your own chest that doesn’t leave when the door closes. Here, the soul unlearns the need to be the center. Not to disappear but to finally come home to the one place it always abandoned first: itself.

The Moon in The Second House

You came back with weather in your bones. Forecasting feeling before it forms, sensing shifts before they speak. Not magic, memory. A body trained to keep the peace by absorbing the storm. You called it intuition, but it was defense. You called it care, but it was compensation. In another life, you became the shelter before you ever knew what it meant to be sheltered. This time, the soul doesn’t want insight. It wants inwardness. Not the kind that flutters or waits to be needed, the kind that feeds you before anyone else asks for a piece, that lets you belong to your own tides without apology. This isn’t about sensitivity. It’s about letting the body become a container for your own emotion, not a sponge for someone else’s. You don’t need to prove you can feel. You don’t need to explain why you flinch when it’s quiet. You don’t need to mother the world to earn a place inside it. Somewhere deep in the marrow, the tide turns, not to crash, but to become your bloodstream again.

Mercury in The Second House

There’s a flicker in your system that never stops scanning, a rhythm your body remembers before your mind catches up, the kind that formed in lifetimes where knowing was the only way to stay safe, where silence held teeth, and uncertainty came with a cost. So now, thought arrives faster than breath, language rises before sensation, meaning is manufactured before feeling has a chance to speak for itself. But this time, Mercury was placed low and close, not to be fast, to be present. This time, the task isn’t to make sense of everything , it’s to stop sharpening your thoughts into protection, to stop translating your instincts into sentences before they’ve had time to root. The work now is to let your thoughts take shape in the same place your hunger does, to let language take its shoes off. Not to perform clarity, but to practice pause. To let the question sit in your hands without setting it on fire. To let meaning be slow and bodily and unfinished. You are not here to interpret yourself into safety, you are here to learn what it means to listen without leaving.

Venus in The Second House

You came back with your longing wrapped in ribbon, rehearsed into palatability, shaped into something easier to hold, not because you didn’t know how to want, but because you remembered what happened when your wanting arrived unedited. There were lives where desire had to be beautiful to be safe, where closeness meant giving until you disappeared, where you learned to turn softness into currency and affection into a form of control you couldn’t name at the time. So now your body braces around pleasure even as it reaches for it, waiting for the moment when it will be taken, taxed, or turned into a transaction. But this house speaks in a different language, one that unfolds slowly in your chest when no one is looking, the quiet permission to keep what feels good without owing it back, the trust that touch doesn’t have to dissolve you to hold you, the remembering that your tenderness was never meant to be a bargaining chip. This is not about attracting what you want, it’s about letting yourself have it without shrinking under its weight. You don’t have to beautify your needs to make them easier to love. You don’t have to give twice as much just to stay in the room. This time, the soul is learning how to stay full and stay connected without emptying itself to keep the closeness from leaving.

Mars in The Second House

You came back with movement in your mouth, with an instinct to act before asking, to reach before resting, to claim before it’s taken. Not because you’re reckless, but because you remember what it was like to hesitate and lose everything. Your body still carries the echo of urgency, the memory of a door closing just as you arrived, a need rising too late to be met. So now, the muscles brace before the hunger speaks. You want like you’re running out of time. You choose like you’re still being chased. But this house is not a battlefield. It’s a threshold, a place where effort dissolves into permission. Where wanting is not a threat to safety, but a doorway to it. Here, action is not how you survive. It’s how you stay in yourself when there’s nothing left to push against. Mars in this house is the slow unwinding of urgency. The red heat of instinct cooling into trust. The ache that no longer demands to be solved, only stayed with. You are not here to win. You are here to remember that need is not a war. And your body was never meant to be the weapon.

Jupiter in The Second House

You came back full, but uncertain how to hold it. There were lives where you equated having with deserving, where abundance was either a moral test or a divine transaction. You made meaning out of hunger because hunger was all you had and it felt safer to believe it had a purpose than to admit it was just pain. So now, you carry a nervous system that doesn’t fully trust ease. You turn simplicity into philosophy. You turn enough into a question. You look for proof that what feeds you is allowed to stay. But this house asks for something quieter. No sermon. No promise. No narrative of growth. Just this: a bite of food you don’t pray over, a home that doesn’t have to teach you anything, a pleasure that doesn’t come with an epiphany This is not the return of faith, it’s the return of gravity. It’s your soul lowering itself back into your bones until worth is not a principle, but a place you live in.

Saturn in The Second House

You came back shaped like restraint, like someone who learned to survive by holding their breath until the hunger passed, someone who remembers the sound of every door that closed too soon and still flinches when one stays open too long. There were lives where your worth had to be proven in silence, where softness came second to service, where being reliable meant being invisible. And now your body still carries the ache of unspent wanting, the tension of always waiting for permission, the bone-deep belief that ease must be earned, that joy must be delayed, that having too much means it could all be taken. But this house doesn’t ask for proof. It asks for presence, it asks you to let the weight belong to time instead of self, to let the effort fall away without fear of crumbling, to feel the ache without naming it punishment, to let worth arrive without needing to be rebuilt again and again. You are not here to carry the structure anymore, you are here to become the ground beneath it.

Uranus in The Second House

You came back with the voltage still running through you, the memory of how fast everything changed when you got too close, how the ground once loved you and then vanished, how permanence became a kind of trapdoor and closeness felt like a countdown. So, you learned to live with one foot always lifting, one hand still holding the escape hatch, and even now, your body listens for the moment when it all might fall apart, mistrusts the calm, flinches when things don’t move. But this house wants the stillness you were never taught to trust, not as stagnation but as sanctuary, not as a cage but as a room that does not collapse when you sit all the way down. This is not where you lose your freedom, it’s where you learn that staying can be just as electric. That anchoring is not the opposite of aliveness. That you do not have to shatter the thing you love to keep from being buried by it. That sometimes what the soul needs most is not escape, but a steady rhythm in the spine and a place where the sky doesn’t move.

Neptune in The Second House

You came back with the echo of having loved everything but yourself, of merging too early, offering too much, dissolving into other people’s needs until your own became untraceable. Somewhere, you learned that to be good was to disappear. That to be wanted meant to be weightless. That the more you gave away, the more you might be allowed to stay. Now, the body drifts at the edges of certainty. You touch things carefully, wondering if they’re real or about to vanish. You hesitate when comfort arrives, not because you don’t want it, but because something in you still believes that having must come with consequence, that too much presence will cost you something essential. But this house is not asking for sacrifice. It’s asking for shape. It wants your longing to land, not escape. It wants your hands around something that doesn’t slip through. It asks you to stop turning ache into offering. To stop romanticizing absence. To stop calling hunger beautiful just because it’s familiar. This is not the dissolving kind of love. This is the kind that pours slowly, stays warm, fills a body without flooding it. You are not here to disappear again. You are here to learn how to receive fully and let what stays become real enough to trust.

Pluto in The Second House

You came back with a burial ground inside you, not for what it holds, but for what it never let grow again. A kind of grief that taught the soul how to clench, how to guard, how to look at anything beautiful and brace for the breaking. Somewhere in your lineage, having became dangerous. Desire led to devastation. Stability was a setup for collapse. So now the body carries its own perimeter, instinct before ease, withdrawal before want, armor where softness should have lived. You test what you’re given, you doubt what stays. You don’t mean to, it’s just that your cells remember what the ground felt like right before it gave out. But this house is the undoing of the trapdoor. It asks you to stop rehearsing loss and start practicing weight. To let intimacy live without being interrogated. To hold something precious without watching it rot in your hands. This is not about trust as a concept, it’s about letting the body touch what it fears and not flinch. Letting value be quiet. Letting permanence be possible. You are not here to master control. You are here to learn what it means to keep what doesn't require protection, not because it’s indestructible, but because you don’t have to destroy it first to survive it.

Chiron in The Second House

You came back with the quietest kind of ache, the kind that doesn’t cry out, just clenches slightly when something good reaches for you. Somewhere in your soul’s memory, asking led to silence, and needing made you easier to leave. So you adapted, not by disconnecting from desire, but by keeping it at a distance, safe and imagined, easier to carry when it stayed unmet. Even now, your body reacts before your heart does. You feel closeness as tension, trust as a test. You’re not cold, you just remember too well what it felt like to expect something and watch it slip away. But this house holds the medicine your hands forgot how to touch. It offers nothing dramatic, nothing grand, just the slow, daily practice of letting what you need exist without shame. Letting worth arrive in the present tense. Letting the body become a place where softness doesn’t cost you anything. Healing here isn’t heroic. It’s the moment you eat the whole meal without earning it. The day you let comfort land without narrating why you’re allowed to keep it. The moment your breath deepens, not from release, but because this time receiving doesn’t feel like the beginning of the end.

Lilith in The Second House

You came back carrying the memory of what it cost to be wanted, kept, allowed in. There were lives where inclusion required you to round your edges, to silence the part of you that moved too instinctively, wanted too deeply, claimed too much. You learned to tame your appetite, you learned how to shrink without looking small, how to shape yourself into something smoother, easier to hold, easier to use. The wound here isn’t rage, it’s the quiet erosion of self-trust that happens when your body stops believing it belongs to you.Now, the work is different. This house do asks you to stay inside your form even when it’s misunderstood. To let the wild parts of you come all the way back, not as rebellion, but as restoration. Not as noise, but as knowing. You are not here to be tolerated. You are here to be whole. And wholeness, in this life, might look like letting pleasure take up space without softening it first. Might look like letting your presence be unmade, unframed, unexplained. Might feel like walking into the room without asking what part of you needs to be hidden to be held. You don’t owe anyone your erosion. You’re not here to trade pieces of yourself for peace. This time, you stay in the body like it’s already yours, not because they gave you permission, but because you never needed it.

Vertex in The Second House

You came back looking for a signal, something bright enough to remind you that you exist, something sudden enough to make the moment feel like it means something. There were lives where you only felt alive when you were being pulled toward a person, a crisis, a calling. The quiet was unbearable. The ordinary felt like erasure. So you chased crescendos and called it alignment. You mistook intensity for truth. You learned to read your worth in what disrupted you. But this time, the turning point doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t arrive with a lesson. It arrives as stillness. As repetition, as the strange discomfort of not having to be anywhere else. The signal you’re waiting for isn’t out there. It’s inside the unremarkable, the coffee made the same way each morning. The way your body exhales when nothing is about to change. This time, you are not here to be shaken. You are here to let the quiet parts of your life count. And that is the new gravity. That is the axis you never thought would hold.

South Node in The Second House

You came back knowing how to stay steady. Not because you were at peace, because you had to be. In other lives, you learned to make safety from repetition. You built routines like fortresses. You survived by staying predictable, by keeping your needs simple, manageable, private. You mastered the art of self-containment. You learned how to provide for yourself so no one else could take anything from you. And for a while, it works. You keep things running. You hold your world together. You become someone others can rely on even as your own hunger grows harder to name. Eventually, the ache arrives: not loud, not sudden, but slow. It comes in the moments when nothing is wrong, yet something is missing. The part of you that’s tired of staying untouched. The part that wants to be altered by love, by loss, by something deeper than control. You’ve done this before, the self-reliant one, the steady one, the quiet provider who asks for nothing and receives even less. But this time, the soul is pulled toward a different edge. The North Node calls not for accumulation, but exchange. Not for stillness, but surrender. Not to survive but to let someone in far enough that survival is no longer the point. You didn’t come back to hold the world together alone. You came back to let something inside you break open and discover that what’s on the other side is not ruin, but a kind of wealth you could never hoard.

[hiraethwrote]

DESPITE THE RIGHT PERSON, RIGHT TIME

pairing : kuroo tetsurou x f!reader summary : everyone thought you were the couple to go the distance. hell, you thought so too, never having loved someone the way you loved kuroo. and never had you ever doubted if he recipricated those feelings — then why did it end? cw : ex!kuroo, angst, bittersweet, not necessarily canon compliant, post-timeskip, ooc kuroo? you be the judge, break up, fighting, profanity, drinking, miscommunication, lots of emotions, some disrespectful behaviour, no use of y/n word count : 7.1k

ex!kuroo who knows the breakup is ultimately only his fault. his words and actions finally bringing you to the breaking point where you aren’t able to cling onto the relationship anymore.

he doesn’t realise it’s really happening until you utter the most heartbreaking statement he can remember hearing; “you were the one person i trusted to never hurt me. and now i can’t think of a single person who has hurt me more.”

any will he previously possessed to argue is thrown out the window, feeling all the anger evaporating from his body before panic sets in instead.

as frantic apologies tumbles from his lips, he attempts to approach you — all words are hitched in his throat when you reactively take a slow step back, something you’ve never done before.

every fibre of his being is itching with an urge to soothe you, feed you promises it’ll be okay as he dries away your tears like he’s always done before — and it makes him sick to his stomach, that with the flick of a switch, it was now an action you would not tolerate.

ex!kuroo who naively waits for you to accept any promise he comes with. you always have before, but he doesn’t take into consideration the drastic shift that happened in this particular fight.

“i’m sorry,” he pleads, voice cracking as he does.

he watches in real time how your sadness turns into numbness before replying with a monotone “i don’t care.”

ex!kuroo who is almost not to recognise in his panic, not even stopping to catch breaths between his ‘sorry’s and ‘i love you’s, that continue well into the night.

anyone would be able to see his attempts are hopeless, but he doesn’t stop. like a helpless child, he desperately clings onto his naive thought that you’ll forgive him if he shows you just how much he means it — you’ve fought before and come out stronger because of it. he doesn’t see how this particular fight is to end any differently.

but it’s as clear as day, you have reached your limit. you’re exhausted, driven to the breaking point where you’re no longer able to keep up with him.

ex!kuroo who, without fail, is described as laidback by everyone he encounters. and they aren’t wrong — he just has an energy about him that is relaxing, and it has a calming affect on those around him.

it was what lured you into his orbit in the first place as you simply felt comfortable in his presence, to a degree you’d never felt with anyone else. it made it all the more worse that his laidback nature was ultimately the reason for your relationship’s untimely end.

however, the first word you would use to describe him was passionate — his passion, though not as loud as others, was so intense that the flaws that came with his laidback behaviour faded into the shadows.

drawn in by his comfortable atmosphere, you approached him, and his passion was nearly overwhelming from the very first second.

ex!kuroo who only needed one look at you to know it was you — you who he was supposed to be beside. when he first heard your name, his heart beat in its rhythm as a response, something it had never done to any of his previous romances.

there was never even a shadow of a doubt — kuroo was utterly and completely devoted you, and it was as clear as day to anyone who witnessed the two of your together.

his skin burned to be touching you; he’d hold you tenderly whenever he had the chance. whether that was a hand on your lower back when you were stood over the stove cooking dinner, grabbing your waist to guide you to sit in his lap or resting his chin on your shoulder when you showed him something on your phone. he did whatever he could to soothe that burn.

he wasn’t a stranger to using his words; my god i’m so lucky, you’re the most beautiful girl, i don’t know what i did to deserve you.

his mind was constantly plagued by the mere thought of you; when separated due to his demanding schedule, he often let his thoughts drift away from his responsibilities and over to you, which always resulted in a string of sweet texts ticking in on your end.

ex!kuroo who balanced you out whenever you needed him to. if you found yourself lost in a thought spiral where you only pictured it ending in disaster, he was there in a second to calm you down. he’d hold your hands in his, softly kissing away your tears before whispering promises that he would take care of whatever burden was weighing down on you — and he did, always, without hesitation.

in the best way possible, he mixed his the two poles of his behaviour — his cool and his passion — to be exactly the person you had always wanted.

yet, a lot hid behind rose coloured glasses.

ex!kuroo who doesn’t notice how he ends up being an ‘intentions over action’ kind of guy.

he doesn’t think it matters that he missed his bus home from work again, for the fifth evening in a row which forces him to wait an hour for the next one, because he intended to catch the right one.

you understood it was out of his control, right?

he doesn’t think it matters he ended up bringing home takeaway when the plan was for him to cook for you because he had intended to slave around the kitchen to curate the perfect dinner.

you understood how tired he was, right?

ex!kuroo who experience it as lightning from clear skies when you call him out on it.

there’s no hiding the fact that he’s offended. in a way he feels betrayed, because by just bringing attention to the issue, you’re attacking his devotion — his loyalty to you. “i’m trying here,” a mean edge to his voice, one you don’t appreciate.

“i know you are,” matching his tone as tears have been brought to the surface. “but at one point, trying isn’t enough anymore.”

with a roll of the eyes, he scoffs. you can tell how he is unable to see how deeply this has truly affected you for a long time by his demeanour, which shows no regards for your feelings what so ever. he stands as tall as always, shoulders broad and back stretched.

it only enforces the pain. why can’t he see you? how hurt you are? he’s supposed to care for you and make it all better, and now he’s doing the opposite without questioning it.

“this is completely out of left field, babe-“ you wince, hating how he uses a pet name in the midst of a fight. it only taints the word that was meant to be affectionate. “i am doing what i can with the hand i’m dealt.”

“are you?” you squint at him, folding your arms across your chest and you can never remember seeing him as offended as right now.

“yes.” same cool, calm and collected energy that embodies his entire persona, presenting itself in his simple answer — and it was when he brought it out in moments like this you hated it.

you know he doesn’t mean for it to be, but when he remains so serene in serious moments, it only comes of as patronising. in the back of your mind, you can’t help but feel a little thought grow that, deep down, he thinks you’re stupid.

“do you have any idea what i do for us?”

“don’t try to make it sound as i don’t do things for us, kuroo,” you say calmly as the tears roll down your cheeks. “my responsibilities require just as much of me as your job does yours. but when i say i’ll make it home to dinner, i make it home for dinner.”

“these things are out of my control-“

“then don’t promise me you’ll make it home on time.”

it’s such a simple request. at least you think so. if he arrives at the office without being one hundred percent sure you will see him walk through the door at the expected hour, you don’t want his texts of promises, despite all the sweet words that follow along.

the evening ends with narrowed eyebrows and a frown on your lips, but a promise of trying to be better nevertheless.

ex!kuroo who wakes up the morning after your fight in your room that now feels cold and hostile. with a deep sigh, he turns to look at you laying with your back facing him.

with eight hours of shuteye, he isn’t angry anymore, so he rolls closer to you, snakes his arm across your waist and pulls you closer.

he plants his lips on your shoulder, taking in the fresh scent of your shampoo from the shower you took the night before.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles into your skin.

“me too,” you respond and it’s like he feels how the room grow warmer instantly, the morning sunlight seeping through the blinds at just the right time.

“i’ll be better,” peppering chaste kisses up your neck. “i promise.”

“thank you,” you say, but the warmth he feels never reaches you. for some reason, you can’t find it in yourself to fully succumb to his promise.

ex!kuroo who genuinely — truly — tries to change his behaviour, and he feels like he’s succeeding. and for the first two weeks, you would say so too.

however, it doesn’t take too long for his old habits to eel their way back into his routine.

a part of you feel bad for being upset — he embodies all the amazing qualities that you have always chased in a partner. and his calmness, his serenity, has always been an essential characteristic of his you’ve admired beyond the skies. yet, he isn’t entirely able to stop how it tends to drift into nonchalance.

but you are. and his disregard for your perspective is what cuts deepest.

ex!kuroo who is left devastated, not to mention dumbfounded, as it all snowballed so quickly.

before he knows it, you’ve left him standing alone in your apartment — wait, his apartment now?

it feels wrong in every way possible. with the blink of an eye, his life has lost its meaning and he let it happen — he watched as he had brought you, his reason, to the point where being apart was the better option for you.

the scene haunts even his nightmares, startled awake by the sound of you closing the door behind you as leave him several times each night.

ex!kuroo who wakes up the morning after you left and acts on pure instinct, rolling over to swoop you into his embrace for the morning ritual of cuddling you awake.

a shiver runs through him when his arm simply fall to the empty spot beside him, reminding him the worst has actually happened.

frantically reaching for his phone, he searches your name on every platform to discover you have deleted every evidence of your relationship. you’ve graced him with enough mercy to not unfollow him — but he starts to wonder if that wouldn’t have been less painful. something about seeing your feed rid of all shared pictures stung more than he expected.

ex!kuroo who knows he is being the most selfish he has ever been as he stands in line at your job because he so badly needs to see you again.

after the three most excruciating weeks of his life, he can no longer fight his body’s uncontrollable actions as his legs carry him straight to the coffee shop first thing after waking up.

and he spots you just as you disappear into the back, his heart hiccuping. childlike joy fills him and sprouts a fantasy of everything just working out for you. all you needed was some time apart.

he get in line, waits patiently while it moves ahead, tilting to the side in hopes to just catch another glimpse of you. once he reaches the counter, your coworker gives him a look — she recognises him, but has no clue from where.

before she has the opportunity to offer her service, kuroo politely asks for you.

“she’s in the back, i’ll go get her for you,” she smiles at him before disappearing through the entryway you had earlier.

she pulls your attention away from the last minute restocking of straws by calling your name. “there’s a guy asking for you?”

“for me?” you ask, eyebrows narrowing in confusion. “did you get his name?”

“no but he was a handsome fella,” she smirks teasingly.

you scoff at her, playfully shoving her shoulder as you walk past her. with a curious look, you reenter the store, freezing in the doorway when your eyes land on kuroo — who, unlike you, is beaming from head to toe. a calm, and truly happy smile graces his face and he steals the air from right out of your lungs.

“hey,” he breathes and from just that one word you’re able to hear all the optimism that runs through his body.

stepping closer to the counter, you clear your throat and pullout your notepad. “what can i get you?” you say with that infamous customer service voice, your tension seeping into the tight grip on your pen.

his expressions falls immediately. while he’d been waiting in line, he had managed to convince himself you would greet him with shared happiness. his heart broke all over again when there wasn’t anything resembling your past feelings in your behaviour.

“how are you?” he dares ask after trying to shake off the shock.

“just perfect, thanks for asking” a forced smile, “now, what would you like to order?”

“i wanted to see you,” his tone is soft, reminding you of the comfort he gives — used to give.

“and now you have,” you say calmly, “so if there is something i can get you.” you feel yourself slipping, grasping onto whatever mental hook you can not to lose yourself to the sorrow. this was not the time nor place.

“please, don’t do this,” kuroo says nearly in a whisper, having no desire to grab the attention of the full coffeehouse.

you let out a mix of a groan and a sigh. “you don’t do this,” you plea, your chin gaining just the smallest tremble. “the audacity, kuroo, to show up at my job, in the middle of rush hour nonetheless, and for what? it’s selfish of you and you know it-“ you heave a sharp breath to halter the tears, placing your hands on your hips and tilting your head up to focus your wet gaze at the light in hopes they would soon evaporate.

“look, if we can just talk i’m sure we can work this out.” there’s the tiniest crack in his voice.

“no,” you say, slowly shaking your head. “i have said all that i needed to say.”

“but i-“

“don’t say it,” you stop him, knowing exactly what two words were resting on his tongue next. “i know, okay? never doubted that. i do too, but please don’t do this to me!”

his shoulders fall, defeat washing over him as he looks at you, appearing nearly frail before you — and again it is his fault.

he still wants to be selfish, argue and argue until he has no breath left, but the devastating sight of you tears at the heartstrings and he simply doesn’t have the conscience to harm you any further.

he swallows, “i’m sorry.” feeling so incredibly dumb for even showing up, he quietly turns around to make his way through the crowd and leave the building.

the second the door shuts behind him, you let out the shaky breath you had been too scared to exhale.

your despair doesn’t go unnoticed by your coworker. in midst of all the stress, she takes the time to quickly step over, “you okay?” she whispers.

“uhm-“ you sniffle, hoping your tears have disappeared as you turn to look at her, greeting her with a tight lipped smile. “doesn’t matter. queue’s lining up,” and you head straight back to work.

ex!kuroo who doesn’t go a day without thinking of you, and does what he can to move on despite not wanting to at all.

he is different now, somehow — everyone keeps saying so at least.

“you okay? you’ve just been off lately.”

he smiles and reassures them everything is just fine.

he’s not fine, though. he’s not necessarily bad either, he’s just… less.

before, he never went into anything halfheartedly. it was all or nothing, always.

but what he has considered to be the most crucial part of him isn’t part of life anymore, feeling like someone has just reached a hand into his life and physically yanked out a piece, and he no longer sees much of a point anymore.

everything has turned bleak — every decision answered with a shrug and a ‘whatever’.

ex!kuroo who finds himself in a new relationship after just a few weeks. a lot of people would probably say it happened relatively quickly after the breakup, especially considering how locked you both seemed to be.

but it’s nothing serious, and they both know it. it’s mostly just two people who are having some fun and enjoying the company of another person.

she’s nice enough, and surprisingly funny, which is what kuroo likes the most about her. she’s also very pretty, which his friends keep telling him.

however, kuroo thinks she could be as nice, funny and pretty as she wanted, and she still wouldn’t even begin to compare to you.

ex!kuroo who hasn’t been to a house party in ages, but when some old friends from his volleyball days invites him, he let’s himself be swayed.

for some reason, he’s nervous, which isn’t very much like him — but he just has an itching feeling that something unpleasant will unfold in the next coming hours.

it’s probably nothing, he tries to tell himself. it’s just the fact that he hasn’t been to a party in a long time, he’s just not as used to the energy as he once was. so he shakes off the feeling, and tries to recalibrate his mind for an evening of festivities.

sure enough, he has fun. with his old friends on one side, his girlfriend on the other and the alcohol flowing, he doesn’t have much to complain about — other than the obvious.

“please, let’s take a shot together,” his girlfriend says with a cute pout, eyes wallowing with intoxication.

people are right, she really is pretty, and she has a spark about her that really has one drawn in. he smirks down at her before tossing his arm across her shoulders and placing a not so gracious kiss on her forehead, “fine,” he chuckles before they start stumbling towards the kitchen.

but they don’t get too far, because once they reach the entryway to the hallway, they are suddenly standing face to face with you, and all the colour disappears from his face as he can’t help but breathe your name.

he hasn’t seen you since that day at the coffee house. after seeing you fight for your life to maintain the facade, he decided to do you a favour and stay away, even when he didn’t want to.

“kuroo, hi.” there’s nothing in your words he can latch onto, nothing to tell him what it is you’re feeling in this very moment. you’re just staring up at him with big eyes, before shifting your attention to the girl he has his arms around. “and hello.” this time he is able to read you better, just the faintest snare shaping the words.

“hi there,” she responds, bright smile flashing you.

“and who is this?” the words come out carefully, almost like a warning.

kuroo doesn’t think, he’s unable to, eyes still locked on you in awe before he simply lets the answer slip out, “my girlfriend.”

“your girlfriend?”

here it is, the moment he has sensed would come for him, as you immediately shoot him a fiery stare and clench your fingers tighter around the bottle in your hand.

“that’s quick.”

kuroo removes his arms from his girlfriend and opens his mouth before she has the opportunity to answer. “go get the shots ready, and i’ll be right out.” she’s too drunk to pick up on the tension, simply sneaking a quick peck before scurrying away to the kitchen.

when he turns to look at you again, he feel as though he might throw up, and it’s not because of the drinking — never, and he means never, have you ever looked at him the way you are right now. he didn’t want to think it was true, but it looks like hatred.

“you didn’t even hesitate,” you say loudly. “not just your date, but your girlfriend?”

“i can explain,” he says and leans closer so you’re able to hear him better, but you instantly pull away and put your hands up in defence, shaking your head as if you just caught yourself.

“no, no. you don’t need to explain yourself. we’re not together anymore. you’re allowed to do whatever you want.”

he hates this, how your sentences are short and abrupt, filled with emotions despite trying to surpress them. and your nostrils have started to flare and chin to quiver, close to crying.

“it’s nothing serious-“

“i said you don’t need to explain yourself, kuroo.”

“we haven’t been dating long.”

“i don’t want to hear it.”

“please, she really can’t compare-“ out of habit, he tries to reach for you, but you’re not having it, jolting your arm away before his fingers have a chance to clasp around your bare skin.

“just shut up, will you? this isn’t something i want to hear.”

you’re not just angry anymore — you’re stressed, uncomfortable even. it wasn’t an unfamiliar moment, and in theory, kuroo knew exactly what to do in order to calm you down. he has the routine locked in.

but unlike before, he is the reason you’re feeling this turmoil — and that in unknown territory, one that even has his pulse raising.

he says your name, and your eyes lock with his.

you both feel it immediately — all the feelings are still there, just as strong as ever. all the love that has been shared still runs throughout your bodies, from fingertip to fingertip, head to toe. nothing has even caused the slightest tremble in the foundation.

but along with the lump in your throat, you swallow it and break the moment. “your girlfriend-” the word laced with unjustified venom, “is in the kitchen waiting for you.”

ex!kuroo who breaks up with his girlfriend the next day. not because he feels bad for wasting her time — she has always appeared to be on the same page when it came to the casualness of their relationship.

no, it’s because of you.

he knows he doesn’t have any obligation to you anymore, but it still feels like a betrayal. he’s stomping on all that your relationship was — the love, the devotion, the security, all things he felt belonged solely to you. and the events from the night before only made him realise those thing still belongs to you.

ex!kuroo who resides permanently in your mind after the party. but instead of the thought of him making you angry like it had for the past weeks, it just makes you sad, a strange sense of melancholy attached to the image of him.

and you never seem to escape him either, as he always happen to become a topic of conversation one way or another. even when sat at lunch with a friend you haven’t had the chance to catch up with in a while, who just really wanted you to meet her new friend — meaning her boyfriend, they just hadn’t put a label on it yet.

“i swear i’ve seen you somewhere before,” akaashi squints at you, sitting leaned back in his chair.

drawing your lips into an awkward line, you slowly started to shake your head. “sorry,” you try to chuckle. “but i can’t remember seeing you anywhere.”

“you probably saw her at the party last weekend,” your friend jumps in, and his eyes widen with realisation.

“that’s it. i saw you talking with kuroo.”

your heart sinks into your stomach, the palm of your hands turning clammy with nerves at the mention of your ex’s name. and your friend notices the shift in energy, shooting you a worried glance, knowing some of your story.

“y-yeah,” you clear your throat, “yeah, a little bit. you know kuroo?”

“yeah, through volleyball. i used to play back in high school,” a small and genuine smile accompanying his sentence.

you can’t help how your eyebrows narrow in confusion. “but not at nekoma, right?” you ask politely. you knew if you went to the same high school, you would have recognised him.

“no, fukurōdani.”

“oh, so you know bokuto then?” akaashi became visibly lighter at the mention of his friend’s name.

he nods in agreement — before u-turning the conversation back to a topic you wanted to avoid.

“how do you know kuroo then?” he asks, a polite attempt at making acquaintance.

you stutter out a string of awkward sounds, desperately trying to shuffle together an explanation.

he’s my ex — you knew that’s what you should say, but the title just doesn’t taste right on your tongue despite being the truth. especially after the week you’ve had, him appearing in your mind with a brighter aura than he had in a while.

knowing somewhat well what had gone down between you and kuroo the night of your breakup, your friend awkwardly bites the inside of her cheek as she stares nervously at you looking so helpless across the table. she wants to help, shift the conversation away from kuroo but she’s not able to come up with anything before you find your words again.

you let out a soft breath, shoulders sinking as you do before saying “he’s my best friend,” a newfound lightness managing to pull your lips into a faint smile.

that feels right — best friend — because despite everything, he still feels like that.

no one knows you better than he does, years spent together allowing you to reach the deepest parts of each other, sides no one has ever accessed before.

and all the memories created, laughs spilled from kiss swollen lips are forever ingrained in your memory, all swept in a sheet of pure and true love for the other.

akaashi looks a little surprised at the sudden change of atmosphere, as it’s not exactly what he expects. if he remembers correctly, through an intoxicated haze, he swore he saw the conversation being a little heated. “oh?”

“yeah, we go way back actually,” you clear your throat as a small sense of uncertainty returns as the small bliss of going down memory lane shatters. “but we just haven’t had the chance to catch up in a while.”

“well, all in due time,” your friend interrupts, bringing the tone of the conversation to a higher note and leaving the topic of kuroo entirely.

ex!kuroo who thinks me might pass out when he comes out of the shower to see a text from you clocked in just twelve minutes ago.

you: hey, just found myself in your neighbourhood. you’re not by any chance available for a little chat?

he doesn’t waste a second typing out a response.

kuroo: sure, just come up whenever.

ex!kuroo who is unaware of how you have been pacing outside his apartment building for the better part of an hour.

the mention of him at the little casual cafe visit had ignited a flame that showed no sign of ever burning out — a flame where kuroo burned with a positive light, the good times from your relationship playing on repeat like a broken record in your mind.

having typed out the text a dozen times over, glancing up at the window on the third floor, the one you know belonged to your his bedroom, your body nearly vibrated with anxiety before finally gathering up the courage to hit the send button.

and after his text chimes, you pace for another ten minutes, pretending to be further away than you are, before pressing the doorbell labelled with his last name.

ex!kuroo who notices how you instantly take his breath away when he opens his front door and is reunited with the sight of you.

unlike the last time he saw you, you seem more grounded in a way — like there has been a raging storm inside you for a long time, and has finally started to ease after ravaging its surroundings.

and you’re beautiful — just as ethereal as you’ve been since before he fell for you all those years ago.

it feels like an eternity now, when he was just a teenager fawning over his classmate in secret. he spent his high school days daydreaming that you would spare him a glance, which would provide him with an opening to approach you.

you rarely did, your relation remaining mostly of him tossing lovesick stares in your direction while his friends teased him — as well as the occasional flirty comment he would proudly profess anytime the opportunity arose, comments you simply brushed off with a roll of the eyes.

he was just being the charming kuroo tetsurou, the heartthrob who had his charisma come as naturally to him as breathing.

it wasn’t until you both attended a party a few weeks after graduation that you connected — basically becoming inseparable the moment the conversation started to flow.

ex!kuroo who shakes off the shock and serves you with a warm hello before stepping aside to let you in. “come on in.”

with slight hesitation, you take a step over the threshold and are instantly hit with a tsunami of nostalgia. despite looking very different from when you lived there together, it was still the same space you had shared and called home — the energy felt the same.

“that’s new,” you say shyly, awkwardly pointing at the carpet he has placed under the living room table. it sticks out like a sore thumb, not resembling anything you could even begin to picture is his style.

because it wasn’t — it was yours. it had been a spontaneous and thoughtless purchase. he had simply walked past it rolled up in the window of some random furniture store downtown.

a memory from long ago had popped into his mind, where you had expressed a desire for a carpet to place there before going into great detail about how you wanted it to look, and his feet had just carried him inside to buy it.

“yeah, you like it?” he asks, a nervousness present in his question as he crosses his arms over his chest.

you nod slowly before turning to look at him, clammy hands tugging at the strap of your bag. “yeah, like it a lot actually.”

something travels between you, something you really can’t put a word on. you just feel it’s a familiar feeling.

“so!” you clear your throat nervously. “you’ve sorta been on my mind lately.”

kuroo is a little taken aback by how abruptly you jump to the chase. “you have?”

“mhm. i was out for coffee with someone, and turns out they know you.”

“is that so?” a small discomfort blossoming in his chest. “who?”

“uhm, akaashi.”

“akaashi? as in keiji akaashi?” you nod. “what were you doing in a cafe with keiji akaashi?”

it isn’t until you hear the slight anger in his voice you realise how your statement might have sounded. “oh, he’s sort of seeing a friend of mine and she wanted to introduce me,” you’re quick to explain and sudden tension that had spawned in his shoulders evaporates.

“how nice,” he smiles, though you both know he isn’t entirely pleased with the image despite no other lingering backstory. “he’s good?”

“got the impression he was, yeah.”

“well… that’s good.”

“anyways,” you breathe. “he came to ask how i know you.” tilting your gaze downwards to stare at your fidgeting fingers, you did what you could to avoid making eye contact. “and the only thing i felt comfortable saying was my best friend, which obviously started all sorts of emotions to stir up,” you ramble anxiously.

kuroo, rarely at a loss for words, stands a little dumbfounded as he can’t bring himself to do anything other than ogle you. and he wishes he could open his mouth to say anything, his brain having been driven to exhaustion with all the things that he still felt he needed to get off his chest — now he struggled to collect his thoughts.

it only became harder when you suddenly tilt your innocent gaze up to meet his, a softness in you he hadn’t seen in you in a long time, even before you broke up.

the softness is quickly interrupted, when you open your mouth again. “fuck,” you exclaim, running your hands through your hair. “i don’t know why i’m here.”

it was a mistake showing up. it wouldn’t lead to anything good, only preventing any healing to ever start. after standing still for a minute, you start moving towards the door again, ready to take your leave already.

“wait.” the word comes out soft, but the urgency in his request isn’t to miss as he places a gentle hand on your shoulder the second you pass him. “don’t leave yet.”

as the simple request leaves him, you practically feel the roots grow from under your feet and dig into the floor — you weren’t going to leave just yet, forever doomed to be a enthralled by his soft tune.

“i think it would do us good to… you know… talk.”

he’s right, you know that, but you just don’t know how to. you couldn’t think of any words to do what you had been feeling justice, so it just felt silly to even try.

but maybe he knew how to convey his emotions. out of the two of you, he had always been the one best able to keep a level head.

“okay,” you squeak, and feel the grip on your shoulder become more natural in way.

he gives you a look, one that asks for permission to help you off with your jacket. you just let your body relax and become less hostile as a response before he does an action he used to do like second nature every day.

ex!kuroo who leads you further into the apartment, eventually ending up by the dining table — a sight that shocks you.

what used to be a sanctuary for shared dinners, has turned into his office. from what you can tell, he hasn’t moved his laptop from its spot in a long time, the plugged-in charger hid under tons of miscellaneous papers.

this was a not a display you had gotten used to, because he knew how much you disliked it when he brought work home.

“work been busy?” you ask, unable to peer your eyes from the table, a knot forming in your stomach.

he lets out a little nervous chucke. “seems like it doesn’t it?” he throws you a quick glance, only to see your focus still fixated on the table. “it’s the opposite actually. i’ve taken a little step back.”

the statement causes you to flip your attention to him immediately — and his breath hitches, but not for any good reason. no, he feels a sense of guilt when he is met with your eyebrows pinched together with frustration, the arms crossed over your chest tightening.

“you’re actually working less?”

“mhmm, i am,” and a smile adorns his face.

ex!kuroo who expects to be happy to hear the news of his reduced workload, waiting for the lightness to return to your muscles.

it never does.

instead it seems like the frown on your face has grown permanent.

the fact only stirs up downcast feelings in you — because if he managed to cut back on hours spent clocked in, it means he always had the opportunity to do so, he just chose not to.

ex!kuroo picks up on the despair he sets off in you, and it is enough to finally get his words to work again.

“i’m not sure i’ll ever be able to express just how sorry i am for ruining everything.”

“i think i know,” you breathe, turning away to slowly start pacing around the kitchen. you’re not quite sure he even hears you as he continues to speak.

“you are the single greatest thing to ever happen to me, you know that, right? it’s important that you know that!”

“kuroo, i know,” still uncertain he hears you.

“and it’s supposed to be us! you and me, like it has always been. we are just supposed to work out!”

“then why didn’t we?”

this finally silence him, locking eyes again, the same desperation behind his stare that was present the night you left.

“because of me,” he stares simply, calmly even, after a second of tender silence. “it was all me.”

there’s a part of you that genuinely appreciates how he seems to take full accountability for your downfall.

however, the whole ordeal has left its deep wounds that still didn’t seem to want to heal. not completely.

this wasn’t the first time you had heard this speech before, where he would live up to his promises for some time only for it to return to his bad habits.

“we are just meant to work,” a sadness sneaking into his voice.

“i agree.”

“you do?” he says with hopeful surprise.

you take a deep sigh before slumping down on the chair that was standing right behind you. you place your elbows on your knees before your face fall into your hands.

you didn’t have to look up to know he has approached you, crouching down in front of you before daring to place a hand on your knee.

it felt so strange, and nearly impossible to explain — caught in a moment that came naturally but fighting the feeling of safety. it didn’t seem like a boundary crossed when he brings himself to touch you to comfort you.

you wish it would, so you could let a sternness take the lead and tell him to remove it and take a step — this wasn’t appropriate for you anymore.

“it was a mistake to come here,” you say, voice muffled against the palm of your hands.

“please don’t say that,” he pleads, letting his hands circle around your wrists to gently remove them from your face, before meeting you with yet another gentle gaze.

ex!kuroo who can’t help how he slips right into the role of being the one who calms you down.

you feel your muscles surrender to serenity, your breath evening out and heart rate slowly easing into a steady rhythm again. all because he has his tender grip on you as millions of unspoken things wallow behind his eyes, conveyed in his gentle gaze.

“stop it,” you plea in a whisper.

“stop what?” he asks innocently, his eyes darting across your face as the fights the urge to cup your cheek.

“whatever it is you’re doing. you’re making it harder.”

“it doesn’t have to be hard.”

you look so sad — and he sees how you’re in the midst of an internal battle between surrendering to the temptation that was tugging at you both, or hold onto what you thought to be the smart choice.

“kuroo-“

“no, not ‘kuroo’” he says and mimics your tone as he says his name. “i love you, and isn’t it enough?”

you fill your lungs with a deep breath and blink away the tears before whispering an answer.” i love you too,” you hate how you see relief wash over him, “but it’s not. it wasn’t.”

it isn’t until this moment that you notice what is the first crack in his own hope, averting his gaze downwards to stare at your hands, still locked in his grip that kept growing tighter.

“it was selfish of me to come here,” you say quietly, trying to pull your hands out of his to do him the grace of leaving — there’s no hope, he has no plans of letting go anytime soon.

“no, it’s okay. i get it,” his attention still angled downward.

there’s an eerie moment of silence where you can basically hear how you’re both debating what to say next — you wondering if you should be as bold.

“i just think i miss my best friend a lot.” it surprises you when you hear him huff out what you think is supposed to be a chuckle, finally turning to look at you again. your suspicions are confirmed when there is a weak smile on his lips. “i didn’t account for the fact that i would lose him too.”

he nods, giving your hands a squeeze. “yeah, i miss my best friend too.”

you return his sad smile, and an understanding seems to have been established.

“maybe in another life?” he says jokingly, a jab at all the times you’ve spoken of finding him in different lifetimes.

your first reaction is to laugh a little, before you shake your head. “i only care about this one though.”

now he can’t stop himself anymore — he lets his hand make contact with your skin, cupping your cheek so lovingly. he lets himself enjoy the moment, the feeling of you leaning into his touch, despite knowing it’ll torture his mind for weeks.

ex!kuroo who continues to remain ex kuroo.

it’s just as painful as it was in the beginning, no doubt. he still thinks of all the things he should have done differently while he still had the chance, and curses himself for being so blind and dumb that he let it all go to waste.

but somehow, after your little meeting, it doesn’t seem as hopeless as before. your surprise encounter supplied new perspective on the situation, that brought him comfort.

it proved that after all these years that the two of you are just too ingrained in each other to be completely separated. and it has ignited the idea of ‘if it’s meant to be, it’ll be’.

call it naivety if you want, but kuroo believes it will workout in his favour in the end.

author's note : wanted to write some hq, and wanted to write some angst, and wanted to write some kuroo so i give you this before storming off

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