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Friend market gets a little bit hard because i 100% want nothing to do with you romantically but Im also tryna fucking merge souls bro if youre not about to merge souls then why are you even here

[totallyveryallosexual]

There is hope, in the distant future! I have an appointment with a doctor who will hopefully refer me to get an ADHD assessment done!

Now the waiting begins however. I'm guesstimating four months, but it could be more, could be less.

[alientitty]

my advice to straight people is to date someone who's into the same things as you or things you find interesting. especially if you or them have time-consuming hobbies. i see older generations who live and die by gender stereotypes stuck in sad marriages where they never see each other and are always resentful because one of them is off doing something the other doesn't give a damn about. and i think what happened is they wrote off this difference in priorities and desires as "just how it has to be because men and women are different." and that's not true. it's not inevitable that a woman nags her man all day because he never spends any time with her. some people are actually content with the amount of together and alone time they're getting in a relationship--yes, even if they're straight. thanks for coming to my ted talk

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Too Sweet

Relationship(s): Xaden Riorson/female!reader

Summary: Xaden never understood how opposites could attract — not until he meets you and realizes that he doesn't have to understand your sweetness to cherish it.

Anonymous requested: I was thinking in a xaden fic based in "too sweet" from Hozier, where he's all like wanting the reader but also thinking like she deserved more, but with a happy ending ( maybe smutty too ✋🏻

Part 2

Xaden never understood that opposites were supposed to attract. On a physical level, sure. But when it comes to personality and ideology? How could anyone be with someone so wildly different from themselves that they can't possibly understand the other? Someone whose whole attitude to life is completely unlike their own? To him, it just seemed like a recipe for heartbreak. Then again, the saying only claims that opposites attract, not necessarily that they're compatible.

Since meeting you, this is something he's been thinking about a lot.

You're everything he is not; happy, bubbly, energetic, adored by just about everyone and making friends left and right. You're... sweet. There's no other way to put it. What someone like you is doing in the Riders Quadrant, Xaden doesn't know.

He tries to keep his distance at first — liking people is dangerous, and you're much too likable. Needless to say, it doesn't work. Being in the same squad, he constantly finds himself in your presence, and while he keeps to himself as much as he can, he finds it hard to outright avoid you. Almost against his will, he slowly gets to know you. He can't exactly help it, seeing as you sit next to him in almost every class, seek him out at mealtimes, asking him to come sit with the rest of your squad, offer smiles every time you pass him in the halls. You're everywhere, a persistent ray of sunshine piercing into the darkness of his life.

He doesn't understand you. Doesn't have a clue why you're so nice, or how you always manage to be so sociable, no matter what time it is or what lethal bullshit you're about to face, let alone why you seem to genuinely like him. Unlike most others, you have no prejudices against the marked ones, but even so, Xaden is not an easy person to like these days. He can't afford kindness, weakness. Not with all the lives that quite literally rest upon his back.

But no matter how curt he is, no matter how often he only gives one-word answers to your steady stream of chatter or declines your offers to study together, your friendliness never wavers. Every morning your beaming smile greets him in the gathering hall at breakfast, and as days turn into weeks, he often finds his gaze automatically scanning the room for you upon entering, hoping to catch a glimpse of that precious smile. Your presence becomes a comforting part of his routine, always there and yet never intruding. For all your persistence in trying to include him, you're never overbearing. You don't push him when he doesn't join your squad's study session, give him opportunity to join a conversation should he want to, but accept when he doesn't.

He shouldn't get too used to your presence — two of your year-mates have died already, and there's no guarantee you won't be next. Life is dangerous in the Riders Quadrant, and Xaden keeps wondering why someone so sweet would choose this life. You seem more like the type who would be a healer — or maybe even a baker or gardener, far away from the cruelty of war. And yet you thrive even in this environment. He supposes he could just ask you about it, but he doesn't want to get to know you, gods damn it.

Thinking back later, Xaden will realize that the superficial attraction he felt for you from the first starts to grow toward something more the first time your squad leader pairs him with you for a sparring session.

He has already seen you fight at Assessment, but facing you on the mat himself, he gets a much more intimate feeling of your fighting style. You're fast, full of the same energy that is in everything you do, smiling even as you struggle to dodge his punches and get past his defense. You're good. Not as good as him, but your enthusiasm makes up for that. Xaden has to admit — at least to himself — that sparring with you is actually fun. The training session seems to be over in the blink of an eye, and as you step off the mat, both of you sweaty and breathing hard, Xaden is already looking forward to the next, hoping he'll get you as his sparring partner again.

For once he allows himself to be drawn into conversation, answering your questions on how to improve your technique as you walk out of the gym side by side.

The better he gets to know you, the more he has to keep reminding himself to stay away from you, that you're too sweet for him. But, oh, it's hard; he enjoys your company so much. Garrick has caught on, too, teasing him about what he calls his crush on the sunshine girl every time he sees him talking to you. And though Xaden vehemently denies having such a silly thing as a crush, he can't even convince himself of that, let alone his best friend. Having known him as long as he does, Garrick always sees right through him.

The relief Xaden feels at Threshing when he lands and spots you already standing on the flight field in front of a Red is immense. He quickly shoves the feeling down, preferring not to think about what it implies. He does not have a crush, and the last thing he needs is for his dragon to think him a lovesick fool and change its mind about bonding him while it still can. He feels the unfamiliar presence of her in the back of his mind, her golden eyes piercing into him after he dismounts.

He feels all the other people's gazes on him, too, the disapproving stares from where leadership is seated on the dais, their disdain for him permeating the very air. He keeps his head high as he walks to the rollkeeper, refusing to so much as look at the people who'd doubtlessly been hoping he would meet his end in the woods today.

Blood keeps trickling into his eye from the cut Sgaeyl gave him. It stings, but the annoyance of it is worse than the pain. Pain is fine. But constantly having to blink away the blood blurring his vision, feeling it run down his cheek like tears — it makes his skin crawl with discomfort. He's not going to seek out the professors giving first-aid, though. Bothersome as it might be, it's just a little cut, and he can't afford to look weak.

As he walks back to Sgaeyl, his eyes automatically find you in the crowd of mingling first-years, just as they always do. You're watching him, too, but unlike everyone else whose gazes darken, you smile at the sight of him. When you notice him looking, you wave and start toward him. As you get closer, Xaden notes a split in your lip and a blood-soaked bandage around your thigh, but since you're hardly even limping, Xaden assumes that the injury can't be very bad. No, if anything, there's even more of a spring to your walk than usual, your hair bouncing with every step.

Instead of stopping in front of him when you reach him, you throw your arms around him, squeezing him tight, and suddenly, Xaden doesn't remember how to breathe. No one just hugs him out of nowhere like that. No one would even dream of hugging him at all. And yet here you are, doing just that and apparently thinking nothing of it, judging by the easy smile on your face when you let go after a couple of seconds.

"I'm glad you made it," you say. "I mean, I never doubted it, but still."

"I'm glad you made it, too," he admits, quiet enough that none of the people nearby will hear. He allows himself to return your smile, just for a moment, absentmindedly lifting his hand to wipe blood from his eye again. Your gaze immediately snags on the cut, a small crease appearing between your own brows.

"Your dragon?" you ask.

Xaden nods.

"You'd think the relics they'll give us should be enough to mark us as theirs, but apparently not. Mine stabbed me in the thigh."

"Daggertail?"

"Swordtail. Went right through and back out on the other side, but luckily she didn't cut through anything important." You shrug, the grin reappearing on your face as you tilt your head to the side, studying him. "That'll be one hell of a badass scar you're gonna have there."

Xaden bites back another smile, watching with slight confusion as you remove the kerchief you're wearing around your neck today. For a moment, Xaden catches a flash of glitter dotting the black cloth, then it's too close to see clearly as you bring the balled up fabric to his brow and dab up the blood. Your touch is much gentler than his own, and, with the cloth soaking up the blood, much more effective, too.

After a few seconds you pull back, pressing your now bloody neckerchief into his hand. "Keep it."

"Thanks," he mutters past the lump he suddenly seems to have in his throat.

He'll never get used to how kind you are. It's such a little thing, to notice how much the blood in his eye was bothering him and do something about it, and yet it means more to him than you could ever know. It'll probably take a while until the wound completely stops bleeding, but with your kerchief to wipe at it, at least it won't bleed all over his face anymore.

He pretends to listen as you start rambling about your dragon and the thrill of the short flight here, and though Xaden agrees that there's nothing that can compare to the feeling of flying, he can't focus enough to keep up with the sheer endless rush of words. It should be annoying, he thinks. The constant happy babbling, the needless touching — even now you're standing much closer than necessary, shaking his arm as you bounce on your feet while telling him about a particularly exciting part of approaching Milis. If anyone else did that, he'd shove them away to get some space, tell them to stop being so childish. But for some reason it doesn't bother him when you're the one doing it.

Spotting Garrick in the crowd, Xaden hurriedly uses the excuse to walk away toward his best friend. Turning his mind to more practical matters, he forces his thoughts away from you with great difficulty, still reeling from your unreasonable kindness.

After Threshing, something changes, and Xaden finds himself spending more and more time in your company. Maybe it's just that you and him are slowly crystalizing out to be the most powerful in your squad. Or maybe he's going down a slippery slope, no idea where it might lead but unable to stop the descent.

Too sweet, that's what you are. But then, Xaden has always liked sweet things. He remembers when he was a child, being told that all those sugary things he liked so much would hurt his teeth. With you, he feels similar to how he did then; afraid of the hurt he might be causing himself in the long run and wishing to preserve himself from it, but unable to resist the immediate temptation of sweetness. He craves it, that contrast you bring to the usual bitterness that is his life.

And it's refreshing to be around someone who isn't scared of him, even if he still doesn't understand why you aren't intimidated of him like everyone else. Despite your easygoing attitude and bubbly personality, you're far from a fool, unrelenting and self-preservative when need be.

It's an uncomfortable thought, the idea that maybe you're seeing past the stoic facade he keeps, know that he wouldn't hurt you unless you hurt him first. He's not used to people seeing him for who he is anymore, only for who he has to be. The Great Betrayer's son, the heir apparent, the revolution's leader. Traitor or hero, depending on who you ask. But with you, he can simply be Xaden. It scares him, that vulnerability you bring out in him, but he'd be lying if he claimed not to like how simple everything seems when he's with you.

The only difficulty is the secrets he is forced to keep. Luckily, you're very understanding when he says he doesn't want to talk about anything to do with his father's rebellion, and if you suspect that he's up to anything illegal, you don't show it. Some of it — like the meetings with all the marked ones in the quadrant to make sure everyone is helping each other get by — he could probably trust you with. By now, he knows you well enough to know you wouldn't immediately jump to the worst conclusions, would probably even help him sneak out. But in a way, the worst possible conclusions are uncomfortably close to the truth, and he can't risk revealing even such a comparatively harmless secret. No, the less you know, the better — for both of you.

Enjoy your company as he might, sometimes it does grate on his nerves, that seemingly endless happy energy you radiate. Like today, sitting at breakfast and tired out of his mind as he sips on his second mug of coffee when you come bouncing into the gathering hall, fresh from the gym. If he didn't know you get up before sunrise every morning to lift weights with another girl from your squad before breakfast, he'd think you came straight from your bed after a full night's sleep. Of course, even with getting up almost two hours earlier than necessary, you're most certainly still getting more sleep than he is.

Sliding into your usual seat beside him, you greet everyone with more enthusiasm than anyone should have at this time of morning. Xaden returns only the barest of nods, which is more than he's spared anyone else so far. He can already tell this is not going to be his day, and he doesn't feel like wasting energy on being sociable.

You know better than to take it personally, humming a happy little melody under your breath as you start to eat.

As much as Xaden normally enjoys the sound of your voice, the noise in the hall is already bad enough, and he doesn't need you adding to it. "Would you stop that?" he snaps, more harshly than he had intended.

You fall quiet with an apologetic smile, and Xaden immediately feels bad about losing his patience on you.

He downs the rest of his coffee, contemplating whether or not getting another mug of it would help his mood. Probably not, but it's worth a try to keep from snapping at you again. You're trying to be considerate, doubtlessly having noticed that the dark circles under his eyes are even more pronounced than usual, but it simply isn't in your nature to be quiet for long. He likes that — most of the time, at least. The silence he takes refuge in can feel suffocating at times; having you around to break it makes life decidedly more bearable.

"Maybe you'd be less tired if you tried going to bed a little earlier," you tease.

The glare he levels on you is the kind that would have a lesser person shrinking in their seat, as evident by the wary looks from your squadmates, but you're not intimidated in the least. If anything, your smile only widens.

Unbelievable.

"How do you want to know what time I go to bed?"

You shrug. "You know I have the room next to yours. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and when I look out of the window then there's always light coming from your window."

"Stalker," he mutters, rolling his eyes when you giggle. The sound effortlessly melts away the worst of his irritation, leaving him still tired and moody, but decidedly less likely to kill anyone for testing his patience.

"I wasn't stalking you on purpose," you defend yourself, the laughter lingering in your voice, "I just like looking at the snow in the moonlight. It's always so pretty, don't you think?"

Xaden shrugs. It's been a long time since he's spared any thought to the beauty of nature. The next time he can't sleep — which is almost all the time — he'll try to enjoy the nightly view from his window too, he decides, if only so he can understand what you like about it.

"The snow would be all nice and well if we didn't have to fly in it," your squadmate inserts themself into the conversation. "Have you seen how much is coming down right now?"

You nod. "Maybe it'll let up until our turn on the flight field. Milis says if this keeps up, she and the other dragons might just refuse to show up." Quieter, only for Xaden, you add, "Let's hope they don't, then you can use the time for a nap instead."

"I don't need a nap," he grumbles back, just as quietly. Truth be told, he probably could use one, but if he were able to sleep, he wouldn't be this tired.

"You sure? I'll even sing you a lullaby if you'd like."

You wink at him, grinning in that way only you can, and Xaden knows that despite your playful manner, you're serious about helping him fall asleep if you can.

He shakes his head, smiling against his will. "You're a dork."

"And you're an insomniac."

"I'm fine."

"Whatever you say."

People's intimidation of him turns to outright fear once his signet manifests, shadows stirring wherever he goes. As usual, you're the exception. Your eyes shine with awe and something like pride as you watch him demonstrate his newfound powers to you with rapt fascination, not a trace of fear to be found.

"That's amazing!" You bring a hand to the shadow closest to you, gingerly brushing your fingers along it. Xaden feels goosebumps rise on his skin, as if it had been him you touched. "They're actually solid! How is that even possible?"

"No idea," Xaden admits. "I'm only just starting to figure out how it works."

As his signet grows stronger, your shadow is the one he's most aware of. Even when you're not in the same room — or even the same building — as him, he always knows exactly where you are and what you're doing. It's not what he should be using this power for, but the shadows seem to have a mind of their own. They're very attached to you. Or maybe he's just making that up to excuse his embarrassing lack of control. It's not like he wants to be some kind of obsessive stalker; he simply can't help the fact that you're constantly on his mind.

If you have noticed that the shadows near you always seem more alive than is natural as of late, you haven't mentioned it. Not very surprising, considering you're occupied with trying to control your own water wielding signet. Xaden has taken more than one involuntary bath since it manifested a couple weeks ago, and has learned to keep his distance from you while drinking water. When you lose control, it's always him getting drenched, as though your water is drawn to him the same way his shadows are to you. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't the middle of fucking winter. You always try to remove the moisture from his clothes afterwards, but while you have already gotten a little better at it, even your best efforts don't get them any less than damp, so Xaden — or whoever else falls victim to your flood — is left either freezing his ass off in wet clothes, or making himself late to the next class by returning to his room to get changed.

Worst of all, Xaden can't even bring himself to be mad at you about it. He's no better; the only difference is that, so far, his shadows haven't tried to drown anyone.

He probably shouldn't be thinking about that incident as often as he does, and he definitely shouldn't be so giddy about it. It was hotter than it had any right to be, watching you almost murder someone on his account. It also made his heart flutter with a whole array of feelings he can't even begin to name. While Xaden obviously doesn't need your protection, the fact that you're willing to publicly stand up for him means a lot. The knowledge that you got so angry in defense of him, that you wielded enough water to flood a whole stairway without even meaning to because someone had been talking shit about him... Just thinking about it makes him more emotional than he'd like.

But while your signet can be wild and destructive, the water is usually gentle. It's an accurate reflection of you, he thinks, untamed and unpredictable, inherently soft but just as capable of terrible harm when provoked. When you're calm and in control, the water flows steadily along like the ever present stream of your chatter, lively and somehow soothing at the same time. Xaden enjoys watching it, how it can flow through even the smallest crack, how it glitters in the light. He enjoys watching you wield it even more, the look of concentration on your face, the beaming smile when you get it to do what you want. It's hypnotizing. A dangerous distraction he really can't afford. He loses track of everything else all too easily when he's with you. You're an undertow, irresistibly pulling him in, and Xaden would happily drown in your sweet waters.

When his lips finally meet yours for the first time, you taste as sweet as Xaden's favorite chocolate cake, and he's instantly addicted.

Afterward, he's not even sure how it happened. You'd been sitting in commons after doing homework together, enjoying a few more minutes of quiet in each other's presence before turning in for the night. You'd rested your head on his shoulder, smiling up at him as he teased you about already being tired so early in the evening, the only other sound the dripping of the melting snow outside the window. Then, before he even knew what he was doing, Xaden had leaned down and kissed you.

Lying in bed that night, he still can't believe it. Even harder to believe is the fact that you'd kissed back, smiling from ear to ear and gracing him with another peck of your lips when he'd wished you a good night and fled to his room. He still feels the ghost of your lips against his, imagines he can still taste you as he licks them.

Trying to form a coherent thought feels like swimming through an ocean of thick, cloying sweet honey. When he closes his eyes, there's only you. Your bright smile and soft eyes, the sound of your laugh, the feeling of your lips, over and over again. The tiny part of him still capable of logic is telling him he made a mistake, that he should stay the fuck away from you. Indulging the feelings for you, which he is no longer able to deny, can't lead anywhere good. He should turn back while he still can, for your sake as much as his own.

You deserve someone nicer, someone you won't be in danger for associating with, who doesn't have so much to hide. Someone who can openly worship the ground you walk on, prioritize you over everything else. Xaden wishes he could be that person, but the burden he took on after his father's death won't allow it.

He plans on telling you as much, but when he sees you in the hall the next morning, he can't bring himself to get the words out. Your face lights up at the sight of him, the awareness of the joy his presence brings you making his heart ache. Then you come skipping over and peck his cheek, first making sure nobody is watching, which has Xaden melting all over again. No, as much as he knows he should end this before it can really start, he simply can't.

You walk to breakfast in companionable silence, which Xaden is very grateful for. He's not ready to talk about whatever this is that's developing between you. You'll have to, eventually, he knows. He'll have to decide if he wants to accept that he's smitten and just see where this will go, vulnerability and problems that would come with it and all, or if he wants to try and shut you out. It's barely a choice, considering how he loathes every moment he's apart from you. He should have never allowed himself to get this close in the first place, but now it's too late.

"You shouldn't be seen with me so much," he tells you a few days later. The both of you are late for math because you'd been too busy making out in an empty corridor to hear the bells, and he can't help but worry what everyone will think when they see you walk in together, kiss-swollen lips and all. "People will say you associate with traitors."

The roll of your eyes is a stark contrast to the gentle tone of your voice when you reply. "People see us together all the time, Xaden. It's not any different just because we're more than friends now. And I don't care what they think, anyway. You're not a traitor, and anyone who thinks you are is an idiot and doesn't matter."

Xaden has to bite his lip to keep silent. If only you knew what he's been up to. Dragging you into the revolution is the last thing he wants, and yet, he can't help but imagine how much nicer it all would be with you by his side. With a sense of justice as strong as yours, you would certainly want to help if you knew the truth of what's out there. No matter. He's not going to put you into that danger, not with how uncertain everything still is.

Twice him and Garrick have managed to smuggle weapons out now, chancing upon a friendly drift by mere luck the first time. Twice is not enough to determine whether they'll get away with it in the long run. For all he knows, someone could already be suspecting them — which is exactly why you should not be seen with him. Even unaware as you are, it's not safe.

And what if you catch on? Xaden knows you know he has secrets, and adores you even more for not pushing the matter, but eventually, your curiosity is bound to get the best of you. If you find out about the weapons runs, he'll either have to tell you what leadership has been hiding — which will sound like madness when he has no way to prove it — or let you believe him to be a traitor without reason. He can't imagine either.

Unfortunately, you choose just then to say, "You know, I missed you at dinner yesterday."

Xaden acknowledges your comment with a nod but doesn't reply, unwilling to lie but unable to tell you that he'd snuck out with Garrick to deliver the weapons they'd stolen for the fliers.

"I'm not saying that because I want to stalk you or anything," you continue. It's become sort of a running joke between the two of you to call the other a stalker for such observations. "It's just that you had me worried. Maybe next time you could let me know when you're going to be busy?"

"Yeah. I can do that," Xaden says, praying you won't ask where he's been.

"Thank you." You smile, briefly halting your steps to give him another kiss, and Xaden is too lost in the sweetness of it to notice you've already reached the classroom until you open the door.

Despite his resolution to not let your relationship — or whatever it is — progress any further, he does. It's like any time he's near you, he loses all common sense.

Sgaeyl is getting annoyed with him, telling him to make up his mind. It is clear he's already made his decision, she says, so he might as well commit to it. She's right, of course, even if Xaden hates to admit it.

He doesn't want to be the selfish asshole he feels he's being by letting himself bask in your presence every chance he gets, by allowing himself to dream of a future with you by his side. It's unattainable, no matter how much he wants it, and yet there's a tiny part of him that dares to hope and refuses to settle for less. You may not have actually talked about your feelings so far, but Xaden knows you want a real, deeper relationship with him as much as he does. It could all be so perfect, if there weren't all those responsibilities Xaden has to think of, the lives depending on him. He can't drag you into that mess in good conscience; just imagining that inherent joy leaving your eyes as the truth destroys your faith in humanity makes him feel sick.

Maybe he could be with you without letting you find out? You always respect his privacy, never probe about the secrets you know he has.

But no, he can't keep you in the dark forever. He'll tell you, sooner or later. You deserve to know the truth, terrible as it is. You deserve to fight by his side, if you so choose. Whatever horrors the future holds, Xaden wants to face them together with you.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea," he admits one night, lying in your bed. One last, half-hearted attempt to make you see he's bad for you. And if you brush it off like you always do, he'll accept that you want him too, consequences be damned.

"What isn't?"

"Us."

"Why not?" you ask, voice as soft as the drizzle of rain falling outside the window.

There's more than a dozen reasons he could list, but most of them have to do with matters he can't — won't — tell you about. Someday he will, if the world keeps turning long enough, but for the time being, it's better you don't know.

"I'm not sweet like you," he mumbles instead.

You just smile, the way you always do when he's being difficult. "No, I guess not. But you're not the bad guy you want people to think you are, either."

"You can't possibly know that."

He thinks of everything you don't know, the secrets he's hiding. Would you still think the same of him if you knew the truth about him, everything he really is?

"I do, though. You're not a bad guy," you repeat with a gentleness he doesn't deserve. "You're just you. A survivor. Maybe a bit broody. But that's okay, 'cause I love you just the way you are."

Your fingers brush a few stray hairs from his forehead, and the last of Xaden's resolve crumbles. Neither of you had dared use the word love so far; hearing it now, Xaden wants you to say it over and over again.

"Good. Because you're not getting rid of me anymore."

"No?"

"No. Even if you probably should."

"Good." You smile, ignoring the second half of what he said, and brush your lips against his. "Now stop worrying so much and go to sleep."

[deathofacupid]

⤷ in which you're the only one soft!sukuna treats this way .ᐟ

soft!sukuna who took forever to say "i love you" for the first time, and thank his ego for that.

when you'd said it for the first time, soft!sukuna couldn't do anything but let his face heat up, avoiding eye contact as if his life depended on it. of course, you knew his nature. you told him he didn't have to say it back, even though (on the inside, at least) you were hoping so much that he would. you just wanted him to know.

and god forbid, once you'd said it that first time, you couldn't stop.

soft!sukuna didn't end up saying it that day, but it didn't really matter. he showed you his love in different ways.

soft!sukuna, who shows you his said love in his own ways, remembers everything about you. the things you said once, then forgot. from your dreams in life to what you had for lunch last tuesday - if it has to do with you, the chances are, he'll remember it.

soft!sukuna who gets up earlier than you do (he doesn't enjoy sleeping in much), and on his morning walk, picks you a single flower from the estate's garden and leaves it on his bare pillow, right next to yours. soft!sukuna doesn't like it when you make such a big deal about it. you see it as you wake up, while he's showering. it's just a flower, in his view, but it makes you happy, so he'll do it for the rest of his life.

soft!sukuna who doesn't really understand human dating customs much, but he'll go along with it - well, most of the time. for example, when you first met him, you wanted to take it slow, so you went on some "test" dates. soft!sukuna was going to make you his anyways, so he thought to entertain it.

the idea of going on "dates" – pre-mating trials to assess compatibility, seemed odd to him. what he wanted, he got. there was no "testing" of anything.

you and soft!sukuna who had some communication issues at the start. he didn't get indirect communication - subtle cues, body language, or "reading between the lines" to express interest or disinterest. soft!sukuna never had a problem with saying what was on his mind, but for you, some things you didn't think really had to be said.

soft!sukuna who's the single most possessive and jealous man you've ever known. somebody looked at you the wrong way? they're a waste of space. he'll dispose of them later. or, hey, did their tone sound a little off? doesn't matter, they should've known better. maybe next time. oh, wait - there won't be a next time.

in fact, this one time, when a guy hit on you at the bar, you had to drag him out, begging and pleading him to not resort to murder.

soft!sukuna who can't bring himself to say no to you, because that pretty little pout tugs on his heart-strings. he thinks it's pathetic, how you've hexed him.

instead, all he can manage is huffy, begrudged "fine."

soft!sukuna who loves cuddles so much. he loves when you rub his back or stomach, not that he'd ever verbally say so. he may be soft for you, but there's still pride.

instead, whenever you're on the bed, he'll look at you a certain way, and you'll know what to do. he loves your touch, so soft and gentle. soft!sukuna has never had anything like it before. he doesn't know how he's lived all this time without it.

soft!sukuna who can be very blunt at times, unintentionally hurting your feelings. he doesn't mean it, he's just not used to being careful with his words. he never says sorry, but the second you get that pained expression in your eyes, mouth parted slightly, soft!sukuna is basically on his knees apologizing. it's nothing short of humiliating, to him, but he'd rather be humiliated than apart from you.

soft!sukuna who said those three words to you, for the first time, during an argument. you'd wanted him to start killing less, you couldn't bear all the lost lives of the innocent. he didn't like that very much. either way, it had escalated quickly.

but the second soft!sukuna saw those tears sliding down your cheeks, he had pulled you flush against his chest, murmuring soft apologies.

"okay, okay. don't cry. i'll do what you want. i love you."

how they slipped out so naturally, as if he weren't planning on saying it in the first place, it surprised the both of you. but when you looked at him, eyes wide with both love and shock, he decided it was the right thing.

soft!sukuna didn't regret it at all.

because both for and to you, soft!sukuna was the sweetest, most gentle man you'd ever known.

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[larryhappiday]

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“Pre-Marital” Due Search: A Smart Move for a Happier Future! Before taking the plunge into the sacred institution of marriage, it’s wise to do some homework. Conducting due diligence can be a game-changer, helping individuals make informed decisions and avoid potential pitfalls down the road. So, let’s dive in and explore why this responsible approach is so important. A marriage is built on two…

[drdarienzo]

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[pure]

terminally online schizo rant incoming. “puriteen” is just what Epic Bacon Faillennials call little girls who are negatively responding to or critiquing the hegemonic culture of sex. as someone in this age group, i rebuke this part of my culture. the “sex positivity” mindset has simply entrenched male supremacy, rape culture, and the sexual subordination of women, because it flattens, obfuscates, and ignores how exploitation and abuse occurs. younger women and girls are contending with the fact that the predominant model of “consent” and ���choice” are insufficient tools to assess sexual violence, and these concepts have been used to endorse said violence. liberal feminism has done nothing but condition women and girls into complying with male supremacy by eroticizing both women’s oppression and male power, and more and more people are unraveling this to the chagrin of the Epic Bacon demographic that pioneered this toothless ideology. “ruthless criticism of all that exists, ruthless both in the sense of not being afraid of the results it arrives at and in the sense of being just as little afraid of conflict with the powers that be”—leftists happily apply this marxist concept to everything except what makes them orgasm. curious and revealing, indeed.

thus, the “puriteens” insult is an attempt to shame girls back into compliance, to be silent about the terms by which men have sexual access to women, a grim reality they see play out on a daily basis both online and off. both the left and the right agree that patriarchy is compatible with the world they want to build or maintain, and as a result, the feminist insistence on the abolition of patriarchy is the most radical, most revolutionary demand on earth. women’s allies and enemies want them to remain in chains. hell, many women want to be in chains. unfortunately, your friends lied to you when they said patriarchy is right wing. it transcends the political compass as no one can imagine a world without it. leftists only oppose capitalism and wage labor and slavery and racism and queerphobia and imperialism and ableism and war and the prison industrial complex because these systems of exploitation victimize men. men are humans, women are not, so they find misogyny permissible. things are much worse than you think, milady.

and as a result of all this, leftists are not beyond calling women and girls sexually dysfunctional, crazy, or not sufficiently fucked enough for opposing their own sexual subordination. something is wrong with you if you can identify, even through millions of layers of progressive-sounding obfuscation and gaslighting, women’s sexual subordination. men who complain about having less sexual access to women are coddled, catered to, thought to be victims of a “loneliness epidemic” that can only be solved by women’s submission or else they can’t help but engage in femicide, while the women who oppose said submission are called “puritans,” prudes, hysterical, underfucked, fascists and insane. i can’t count the number of times i’ve said that actual puritans were not even anti-sex—they supported men’s sexual dominance over women. the insult is ahistorical, but its function is to cast feminist critique of sex as wrong by likening it to being right wing. the right obviously isn’t anti-sex either, nor do they take kindly to feminism. all of that is to say, “puriteen” is primarily a misogynistic silencing tactic.

under the strict regime of heterosexuality, women and girls will be cast as mentally ill if they have class consciousness. having class consciousness as a woman renders you the ultimate enemy that must be neutralized, because we can’t have women opposing their duty as property. if women became human beings, that would just upend the earth, destroying the foundations of society, which is exactly what I and my brand of girlypops desire. girls who are called “puriteens” may make analytical errors, as we all do, but they are met with so much hostility because they actually do attempt to criticize all that exists, including the sexual cultural that is objectively organized through male supremacy, and they do attempt to commit the one transgression that eclipses all other transgressions—believing that women are human. to that i say, godspeed, puriteens, become even woker, shake the table, do not be silenced by these geriatric gooners and their 50 gigabytes of furry inflation porn. critical support to all puriteens of the world.

[wendichester]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ bookmark in time,

summary. sam's bored out of his mind in the motel room so he decides to do something about it. that's when he crosses paths with you.

pairing. teen!sam winchester x reader genre. fluff

wordcount. 488

Sam’s not sneaking out, okay? It’s just a walk.

The motel room is suffocating, the walls stained with cigarette smoke and time. Dad’s on a hunt, and Dean—well, Dean’s somewhere, probably charming his way into a free burger or a backseat make-out session. Sam figures a little fresh air won’t hurt. He won’t go far.

Just down the street. Maybe around the block. Definitely back before Dean even notices.

He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets as he walks, sneakers scuffing against the pavement. The town is forgettable, like most of them—one of those places that only exists between map folds, where the diner is the only option for food and the radio plays nothing but static and country.

And yet… something makes him stop.

You.

In a backyard, sitting cross-legged on a patch of overgrown grass, flipping through a comic book like you own the afternoon. The sun catches in your hair, and for some ridiculous, completely illogical reason, Sam’s brain short-circuits.

You look up.

He panics. Sort of.

"Uh, hey," he says, approaching with a very awkward attempt at a smile.

Your eyes flick over him, assessing, before you return the smile—slow, curious. "Hey yourself."

Okay. That went well. So far.

"What are you reading?" he asks, nodding at the comic in your hands.

"X-Men," you say, holding it up. "Ever read it?"

"Yeah," he lies.

Your grin turns knowing, but you don’t call him out. Instead, you scoot over, patting the ground next to you. "C’mere."

He hesitates for about half a second before sitting beside you, legs folding awkwardly, as you turn the comic toward him. Your shoulder brushes his, warm and solid. His heart does this stupid thing, like he’s suddenly forgotten how to exist next to another person.

"I can burrow one," you say, tapping a panel. "This one is my favorite."

Something in his chest clenches. He nods, swallowing. "Sounds cool."

Minutes blur into an hour. You talk—about comics, about how this town is the worst, about the neighbor’s cat that keeps stealing your socks off the clothesline. Sam tells you about places he’s been (leaving out the supernatural details, of course), and you listen, eyes bright with interest, like he’s someone worth listening to.

Then—

"Oh, crap," Sam mutters, glancing at the sky. The sun’s dipping lower than it should be. Dean’s gonna kill him.

You must notice the shift in his expression, because you gently close the comic and press it into his hands.

"Take it," you say.

He blinks. "What?"

"You’ll give it back when you’re done," you say easily, like you don’t know—like you don’t realize he’ll probably be gone by sunrise. A different town, a different state, another place to forget.

He should say no. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he curls his fingers around the comic and nods.

"Yeah," he says softly. "I’ll give it back."

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll find a way to.

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[tigerpearlsworld]

Pick a card

Why are you single for so long? And is love coming soon towards you?What will be your dynamic with this person and guidance..

Before you choose a pile, take a moment to breathe deeply and connect with your intuition. This is a general pick-a-card reading, where the universe's infinite energies align with your path to bring you the guidance you need.

Know that you can only choose one pile. The message you receive is not just for you to resonate with, but for you to realize in time as the truth unfolds in your journey. To truly receive your message, you must follow your heart’s instinct, not your expectations. Look beyond the surface and see what your soul is trying to reveal to you.

May you receive what you are meant to know....

( Choose the pile: )

Pile 1:

Pile 2:

Pile 3:

Pile 4:

The reading starts. . .

Pile 1:

Why are you still single?

First of all I like to say....I see a very strong influence of a dominant male figure, which could represent an ex-partner, father, or even your own masculine energy. This person or maybe you have this certain set of standards or expectations that makes it difficult for you to move forward. I also see you might still be mentally or emotionally tied to someone from your past tbh which is kinda influencing you...in a way. I also see you may have this feeling of being trapped or restricted, either by circumstances or maybe your own mindset. I see you might be stuck in a cycle of negative thoughts or self-limiting beliefs, which kinda prevents you from opening up to new love opportunities. There is also this sense of emotional confinement or unresolved issues from the past too which still influences you till this day :(

Is Love Coming Soon?

Now lookie ...I see Someone stable, successful, and grounded is coming towards you okay....I also see this person to be financially secure, confident, or carrying a strong sense of responsibility. I see they are likely to be well-established in their career or business tbh. I see this relationship with this person will require some decisions or judgments. There might be a sense of weighing options or assessing compatibility tbh. I also see there is high percentage of potential for a long-term, committed relationship with this person. And um...i could also see this person could be "the one" or someone with whom you can build a life together. There is a high probability of marriage or a serious commitment in the future. Like GodDamn....lol.

I also see this person who is coming towards you is someone who has emerged from a challenging period in their life. And I see they are in a healing phase and are seeking a new beginning. They may seem mysterious/guarded at first, but they carry deep profound wisdom and depth gained from their past experiences.

And for you....I see well you will feel a sense of lightness and fun around this person and like I see you being very curious and drawn to this person's depth and wisdom, but I also see you will also bring a sense of humor and playfulness to the relationship which is kinda cute^^

Dynamic together?

Look tbh for this relationship between you and this person.....I see this relationship will require you to make important decisions regarding your emotional vulnerability and commitment. And sometimes you'll feel like you're literally at a crossroad with this person...and like there might be moments of doubt or hesitation, but what I also see for you is that this relationship will also offer opportunities for growth and transformation. It will be a dynamic of learning, healing, and evolving together.

So for your guidance group no. 1:

( Release the past, Embrace vulnerability, Be decisive and stay playful )

The song which came for you:

Pile 2:

Why are you still single?

I see for the reason why you're still single is because you're in this journey of self-discovery and growth. I see you are evolving and transforming, but this path requires time and patience. You are in a transitional phase, moving towards a better version of yourself. What I'm also feeling for you is that there is this sense or feeling of delayed dreams or unfulfilled desires. I see you might have been idealistic about love or had this high expectations that didn’t materialize. I feel you may might feel stuck, as if your dreams are always out of reach.yk.

Is love coming soon?

First of all what I see for you is that there is an incoming communication, very soon btw coming towards you and possibly it could be from a potential love interest for you....

There is definitely in my head this hand which is trying to reach out to you yk....like someone is reaching out, and maybe it could be through text, social media, or even a chance encounter. It could be someone you already know or a new person who initiates contact.

I'm also seeing movement and travel??? Hmm....movement and travel, either physically or emotionally. What I feel for you is that love is on its way but it will require you....yes YOU!! to step out of your comfort zone or move past your fears. This could also mean meeting someone while traveling or relocating. So take how it comes.

But ayyy listen group 2 I'm also getting a warning ⚠️ like this in my head for you...like whatever this is which is coming to you be alert.... because there is a warning of deception or someone not being entirely truthful. So be cautious! I also hear this thing being said for you in my head saying: " be mindful of people's intentions and avoid being overly trusting".....I see group 2 that there is a possibility of emotional manipulation or dishonesty in the initial stages of this love connection. So be careful.

Now coming back to this person who is coming towards you I see this person is someone who is adaptable, free-flowing, and emotional. Which is good. I'm also seeing this person to be likely very charming and go with the flow yk.....but BUT!!! they may also be elusive or non-committal. This person could be artistic, sensitive, and emotionally intuitive but might struggle with stability and consistency. Oof.

As for you I see you will feel flattered and admired by this person and I see you will enjoy the attention from this person and will feel a boost in your self-esteem. There is also an air of attraction and mutual admiration, but...but I also see that you might also maintain a sense of aloofness or independence from this person (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）like there is this um....slight emotional distance from you ...and you maintaining your independence and self-worth.

Dynamic together?

What I see in this relationship is that both of you will feel unsure or inexperienced in navigating this relationship. Like both you and this person will feel out of your comfort zones together like out your elements and um...i see there is um....need to navigate emotional vulnerability together. I see there may be hesitancy too and a need to learn and grow together. The relationship will require patience, understanding, and the willingness to be vulnerable.

So for your guidance group no. 2:

( Embrace growth, stay open, be cautious and embrace vulnerability )

The song which came for you:

Pile 3:

Why are you still single?

Welcome group number 3....damnn my hand hurts anyway ahem...

I see for you group number 3 the reason why you're still single is because of an influence by an older person....or maybe a wiser figure, possibly a father or mentor, whose beliefs or experiences in love have shaped your perspective in love. Yep. I also see for you ...maybe having a preference for emotional maturity and stability, setting high standards for potential partners.

A word keeps repeating in my head "Lack" and "Poverty" as I ask why you're single which brings me to think there could be a feeling of emotional lack or a scarcity mindset regarding love in your life.... I see at times you may feel unworthy of love or believe that genuine connections are hard to come by. There’s also this sense of emotional deprivation or loneliness, possibly due to past rejections or unfulfilled expectations.

Is love coming soon?

Now hold your horses group 3 but I'm seeing emotional baggage you're carrying so imma be honest....is love coming? Yes ....but....But it will require effort and hard work.yep. There is a need to confront emotional baggage, heal from past wounds or break free from negative thought patterns. *Sigh*ik...ik.. no one loves to hear this but yea....it gotta be this way* I also see emotional or mental exhaustion affecting your love life. And again there is a need for healing and recovery before embracing a new relationship. *(T^T) I'm sorry it's just how it's coming*

As for who is coming I see a nurturing and supportive person will enter your life, helping you with healing and growing emotionally. I see this person having high feminine energy even if they are male/ female doesn't matter....this love I see may not come easily but...BUT it will be worth the effort and every dime group no. 3. I'm also seeing that this person who is coming will be loving, playful, and emotionally nurturing. I see them bringing a light-hearted and fun energy that helps you yes YOU!!!rediscover joy and laughter. I feel that this person will be super duper supportive of you and will be someone who is very empathetic, and emotionally balanced.*so cute (ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)*

And as for you I see you will be dedicated and committed to this relationship and I see you putting in the effort required to build a solid emotional foundation with this person. I also see you being protective and supportive towards this person but may initially be cautious and reserved due to past emotional wounds. *Which again is understandable*

Dynamic together?

*imma cry for real now before I even start lol T_T* I see this relationship between you and this person will be filled with gentleness....this relationship is so damn gentle...i also see sensitivity, and emotional nurturing. I see the relationship between you and your person will be characterized by emotional vulnerability and healing. I see both individuals being sensitive to each other’s needs and providing emotional comfort and support. Basically I see the dynamic you and your person will have together will be of nurturing and compassion (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

So for your guidance group no. 3:

( heal, release, put in the effort, embrace vulnerability, be patient, you're safe, embracing joy )

The song which came for you:

Pile 4:

Why you're still single?

I see you may have experienced or are experiencing unexpected changes in your life, such as sudden opportunities, financial gains, or unexpected emotional shifts. And I see it kinda influencing your singleness....i also see that currently your focused on career, financial stability, or personal growth, leaving little room for love. *Which is not bad at all....but ayyy you're in my reading so lol* I'm also getting a very independent energy from this group yk...a strong, independent feminine energy. I think this group is likely self-sufficient, confident, and comfortable being alone. And I think you have this clear sense of identity and purpose, which might make it challenging for you to find someone who matches your standards. I basically see why you're single is also because people get intimidated by you.

Is Love Coming Soon?

I see a wise person entering...first of all... there is this presence of wisdom, experiences like an aged wine and emotional maturity from this person who is entering your life. I see this person coming to bring emotional depth, wisdom, and guidance to you which will help you basically in navigating your feelings towards this person and the relationship.

But I'm seeing group no. 4 that the problem is kinda you....like um...this person coming towards you is great and all but you need to overcome feelings of despair and hopelessness to fully embrace this new connection. Like do not doubt...yk... Like don't feel disheartened about love, questioning whether you will find someone or not.... because you definitely will....but you need to know and learn to first embrace it before out right rejecting it ...which you do consciously or unconsciously so practice and learn not to do that first....dont run and self sabotage it. Try to learn that it's okay to love and let someone love you... it's okay....you deserve love.

I also see for what's coming is that it could be someone from your past or I see this person who is coming will bring a sense of belonging and emotional security to you....i see this relationship will provide a safe emotional space and will allow you to feel at home and comfortable expressing your feelings too... group no. 4 *ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ not me shedding tears again*

What I also wanna say about this person coming is that this person is someone who have made themself for who they are Today....this person coming has gone through a significant transformation in life rising from the ashes of past struggles. I see they are someone who has emotionally evolved and hence so are resilient and they definitely will bring a powerful, transformative energy towards you inspiring you to also heal, grow, and embrace new beginnings.

What I feel for you is that you will feel definitely feel a deep emotional connection with this person. I also see you will lose your self hatred and judgement which you have on yourself...i also see you letting your emotions flow which you may have restricted for very long..I also see you will naturally be drawn to their wisdom and transformative energy, feeling a sense of emotional completeness and healing. Basically this relationship will awaken your emotional and spiritual senses.

Dynamic together?

I see for the dynamic is that ...this relationship will be one of emotional depth, wisdom, and spiritual growth for you and this person. I also see both of you bringing emotional maturity and spiritual insight, creating a powerful, transformative bond. This dynamic is a meeting between two souls....it's a fated bond...a soul search...a past life promise and in this life you're meant to meet this person. And I see you'll recognize each other immediately. This relationship I see will be spiritually enlightening and emotionally fulfilling. This is a fated connection meant to be found.

So for your guidance group no. 4:

( Embrace healing, open your heart, Trust, embrace transformation, stay grounded, take a chance, TRUST YOUR INTUITION )

The song which came for you repeatedly in my head hammering it lol

[daydreamingoveracupofcoffee]

Headcanons Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) falls in love:

Characteristics:

Shota Aizawa, known as Eraser Head, is a stoic, pragmatic, and disciplined pro hero with a no-nonsense attitude. His personality is grounded in logic, and he values efficiency and responsibility, often appearing detached or gruff. If Aizawa were to fall in love, his behavior and emotional journey would likely reflect his core traits while revealing a softer, more vulnerable side that aligns with his understated but deeply caring nature.

Falling in Love:

- Aizawa is not someone who seeks romance or is easily swayed by emotions. Falling in love would likely catch him off guard, and his initial reaction would be one of resistance or denial. He might rationalize his feelings as a distraction from his duties as a hero and teacher, given his strong sense of responsibility toward his students at U.A. High and his role in protecting society.

- Aizawa would wrestle with his feelings, questioning whether pursuing love is practical or worth the risk. His logical mind might analyze the situation excessively, weighing the pros and cons of opening up emotionally.

“This is irrational. I don’t have time for this.”

- Despite his attempts to suppress his feelings, small changes in his behavior would betray him. He might linger a bit longer when talking to the person, show a rare flicker of concern for their safety, or catch himself staring before quickly looking away with his usual deadpan expression.

- Aizawa’s trust issues and reserved demeanor mean he wouldn’t confess his feelings easily. He’d observe the person closely, assessing their character and compatibility while keeping his emotions tightly under wraps.

How He Expresses Love:

- Once Aizawa acknowledges his feelings, his approach to love would be understated, practical, and rooted in actions rather than words. He’s not the type for grand romantic gestures or flowery declarations—his love would manifest in quiet, meaningful ways that reflect his protective and selfless nature.

- Aizawa’s hero instincts would amplify his desire to keep his loved one safe. He might subtly check on their well-being, offer practical advice (e.g., “You should carry a weapon if you’re out late”), or use his connections to ensure they’re not in harm’s way. If they’re a hero, he’d be hyper-vigilant about their safety during missions, though he’d try to mask it as professional concern.

- Aizawa would show affection through small, thoughtful actions. For example, he might bring them coffee when they’re tired, fix something broken in their home, or quietly handle a problem they’re facing without making a fuss. These gestures would be his way of saying, “I care,” without needing to verbalize it.

- In private moments, Aizawa might let his guard down, revealing a softer side. He could share a dry joke, offer a tired smile, or talk about his students with a warmth that hints at his capacity for deep care. These moments would be fleeting but significant, as he rarely opens up to anyone.

- Aizawa would be uncomfortable with public displays of affection. If he’s with his partner in public, he might stand closer than usual or brush their hand subtly, but anything more would feel excessive to him. In private, he’d be more physically affectionate, like resting his head on their shoulder when exhausted or pulling them into a quiet embrace.

Confession:

- Aizawa’s confession would likely be spontaneous, prompted by a high-stakes moment—like after a dangerous mission where he or his love interest nearly gets hurt. He’d blurt it out in a quiet, gruff tone, “I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you.” He’d immediately look away, embarrassed by his own vulnerability.

- He’d choose a low-key, private moment for his confession, perhaps during a late-night conversation at U.A. or while sharing coffee in the teachers’ lounge. The setting would be casual, with no one else around, as he’d hate the idea of an audience.

“You’re… important to me. More than I expected.”

- True to his no-nonsense nature, Aizawa wouldn’t use flowery words. His confession would be direct, almost practical: “I’ve been thinking about you too much. It’s not just respect. It’s more.” His eyes, usually half-lidded with exhaustion, would hold a rare intensity, showing how much he means it.

- Aizawa would struggle with physical expression. He might start to reach for their hand or shoulder but pull back, settling for a lingering gaze instead. If he’s feeling bold, he might brush a strand of hair from their face.

- After confessing, he’d fall silent, waiting for their response with a mix of dread and hope. If they reciprocate, he’d let out a soft exhale, almost like he’s been holding his breath.

“Good. That’s… good.”

Challenges in Love:

- As a pro hero and teacher, Aizawa’s schedule is grueling. Late-night patrols, grading papers, and training his students leave little time for a personal life. His partner would need to be understanding and independent, as he’d struggle to balance his duties with a relationship.

- Aizawa’s reserved nature makes it hard for him to express his feelings openly. His partner might feel frustrated by his tendency to bottle up emotions or deflect personal questions with sarcasm or silence. It would take patience and persistence to break through his defenses.

- Given the dangers of his job and the losses he’s likely witnessed, Aizawa might fear getting too close to someone, worried they could be targeted by villains or hurt because of his hero work. This fear could make him hesitant to fully commit, even if he’s deeply in love.

- Aizawa values competence and rationality, so he’d need a partner who can hold their own, whether they’re a hero, civilian, or something else. He’d be drawn to someone who shares his sense of duty or at least respects his commitment to it, but he might unintentionally come across as critical if they don’t meet his expectations.

Aizawa falling in love would be a slow, reluctant process, marked by internal struggle and subtle shifts in his behavior. His love would be expressed through quiet acts of care, fierce protectiveness, and rare moments of vulnerability that reveal the depth of his feelings. While his gruff exterior and demanding lifestyle would pose challenges, his partner would find in him a loyal, dependable, and deeply caring companion who loves with the same intensity he brings to his hero work. For Aizawa, love wouldn’t change who he is—it would simply add a new layer to his already complex heart, making him a better hero, teacher, and man.

[idkyetxoxo]

Aemond Targaryen - Fire and Ice

Summary - Fire and ice may sound poetic, but in reality, they cannot coexist—or can they? Aemond and Lady Stark navigate the clashes of duty and personality. Their bond deepens through honest conversation and secret escapes, challenging the foundations of their destinies.

Pairing - Aemond Targaryen x Stark reader

Warnings - None

Word count - 2649

Masterlist for Aemond • House of the Dragon General Masterlist

"I do not wish to marry her," Aemond stated plainly as he sparred with Ser Criston. His strikes were precise and controlled, each movement a testament to his rigorous training.

"Why is that?" Criston asked, deftly dodging a blow and countering with a swift jab.

"We are not compatible," Aemond replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He parried Criston's strike and stepped back, his posture relaxed yet ready.

Criston took a moment to catch his breath, curiosity evident in his gaze. "In what way?"

"The cold has never been my thing," Aemond continued, his voice carrying a hint of disdain. "Fire and ice may sound poetic, but in reality, they cannot coexist." 

He executed a series of rapid strikes, each one more forceful than the last, pushing Criston onto the defensive.

"Fire and ice," Criston echoed, pausing to assess his prince. "You believe your temperaments will clash?"

Aemond nodded, his expression hardening. "Her demeanour will likely be as frigid as winter, and I have no desire to spend my days trying to thaw her out. I require a partner with passion, someone who complements my own fire, not extinguishes it."

Criston nodded thoughtfully, their sparring momentarily forgotten as he considered Aemond's words. "But this marriage will also be a union of houses, a strategic alliance?"

Aemond's eye narrowed, his frustration evident. "Yes, but at what cost? An alliance built on a foundation of discord is doomed to crumble. I seek a companion who can stand beside me, not merely as a figurehead, but as an equal."

Criston resumed their sparring, his strikes probing, testing Aemond's resolve. "And who, then, do you believe could be this partner?"

Aemond's expression softened for a moment. "Someone with fire in her veins, someone unafraid to challenge me, to push me to be better. A woman of strength and ambition, who understands the burdens of our positions and does not shy away from them."

As they continued their bout, the clash of swords echoed through the training yard. Criston offered a small nod of approval. "Then perhaps, my prince, you should seek not just a match of convenience, but a match of minds."

Aemond's eyes met Criston's. "Indeed, Ser Criston. Indeed."

They resumed their training, the prince's mind alight with possibilities. He would not settle for less than what he believed was his due.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

"Lady Stark," the Queen greeted as I stepped out of my carriage, her voice warm yet commanding.

"Your Grace," I replied, dropping into a deep curtsy, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I trust the journey from the North was well?" she inquired, her gaze unwavering. 

I nodded, clearing my throat, acutely aware of the eyes upon me. The sudden attention from the welcome party was overwhelming, anxiety tightening its grip on me.

"It was as smooth as can be, Your Grace," I answered, forcing a polite smile. 

The cloak around my shoulders felt incredibly heavy and suffocating, its weight a tangible reminder of the expectations that came with it.

As I straightened, I noticed a figure standing slightly apart from the rest, his presence commanding yet enigmatic. Prince Aemond Targaryen, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. His expression was one of surprise as if he had not anticipated my arrival or perhaps my demeanour.

"Lady Stark," Aemond said, stepping forward. His voice was measured, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone. "Welcome to King's Landing."

"Thank you, Prince Aemond," I replied, dipping my head in acknowledgement. 

Up close, his sharp features and the fire in his eye were even more striking. He studied me for a moment, and I could sense the wheels turning in his mind.

"I must say, the tales of Northern resilience do not do you justice," he remarked, his lips curving into a slight smile. "You appear far more formidable than I imagined."

The comment caught me off guard, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "Your words are kind, Prince Aemond," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We Northerners are accustomed to enduring much."

"Endurance is a virtue we all must learn," Aemond replied, his gaze lingering on me. "And yet, there is more to strength than mere endurance."

Our exchange was interrupted by the Queen, who gestured for us to proceed inside. "Come, Lady Stark, you must be weary from your travels. Allow us to make you comfortable."

As we moved towards the entrance of the Keep, I couldn't help but steal glances at Aemond. There was something magnetic about him, an unspoken challenge in his eye that both intrigued and unnerved me. He walked beside me, his posture regal, his presence commanding.

"You must forgive the formality of your reception," Aemond said quietly, his voice meant for my ears alone. "It is not often we receive guests of such... distinction."

"I understand," I replied, matching his tone. "The North is far, and our visits infrequent."

He nodded, and a silence fell between us, filled with unspoken thoughts and assessments. As we entered the grand halls of the Keep, I felt the enormity of my situation settle over me. I had to remind myself that this was not merely a visit, it was a test, a challenge, an opportunity.

As the Queen led me to my chambers, I knew that my arrival had set something in motion, something that would shape my future in ways I could not yet comprehend and at the heart of it was Aemond.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

"Your brother, Cregan Stark, did not join you?" Aemond asked as we strolled through the Keep, a tour I suspected his mother, the Queen, had insisted upon.

"The journey is long, and it would be rather difficult to leave Winterfell unattended for such a lengthy period," I replied, sensing a subtle hint of judgment in his question.

"I understand," Aemond said thoughtfully. "It is difficult being a man in a position of power. I am glad he trusted us with the safety of his sister, though."

Clearing my throat, I met his gaze steadily. "My brother trusts me. He is well aware of how capable I am of making decisions for myself."

Aemond's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Intrigued, he slowed his pace, giving me his full attention.

"I mean to say," I continued, "that while he trusts your people to receive me and provide comfort, he also knows that I can make decisions about my future with a clear head, despite being a woman."

Aemond regarded me with a newfound respect, a subtle shift in his demeanour. 

"It is rare to find someone who speaks so candidly, Lady Stark," he said, his tone now devoid of any earlier condescension. "Especially in these halls."

"Honesty has always served me well," I replied, my voice steady despite the uncertainty of the situation. "I believe it is a strength, not a weakness."

"Indeed," Aemond agreed, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Strength comes in many forms. It seems you possess more than one."

As we continued our walk, I felt a change in the air. Aemond's initial scepticism seemed to be giving way to genuine interest. He asked me about life in the North, about the responsibilities I shouldered, and I answered with the same forthrightness. 

Each response seemed to chip away at his preconceived notions.

"I must admit," Aemond said after a while, "I had my reservations about this match. But now, seeing your spirit and hearing your convictions, I find myself less opposed. 

His words took me by surprise. "I am glad to hear that Prince Aemond."

"You may call me Aemond," he offered a small but significant gesture. "And I look forward to seeing what more you are capable of."

We walked in silence for a moment, the tension between us easing into a more comfortable camaraderie. The Keep's imposing walls seemed a little less daunting, and the future a little less uncertain.

As we approached the end of our tour, I realized that this match might hold more potential than I had initially thought. Aemond, with his sharp mind and discerning eye, was not merely a prince but a possible ally and in the intricate dance of power and politics, an ally was a valuable thing indeed.

For the first time since arriving, I felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, in Aemond, I had found someone who could see me for who I truly was, a capable and determined woman.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

Aemond was acutely aware of the new set of eyes watching him train with Criston. Despite his focus on the sparring match, his gaze kept drifting toward my direction. Criston noticed the distraction, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

"What happened to fire and ice being unable to coexist?" Criston asked, lunging forward with a swift strike. Their swords clashed, the sound ringing through the training yard.

"Fire and ice can coexist when the ice is someone with fire in their veins," Aemond replied, parrying the blow with a deft movement. "Someone unafraid to be outspoken and passionate."

With a final, powerful thrust, Aemond disarmed Ser Criston, sending his sword flying across the yard. The match concluded, and he turned to face the source of his distraction. I stood at the edge of the training yard, my eyes locked onto his with an intensity that sent a thrill down his spine. 

A smirk played on my lips as I began to clap, the sound slow and deliberate.

"Well done, Aemond," I called out, my voice carrying a blend of admiration and challenge.

Aemond's lips curved into a slight smile, his earlier words to Criston echoing in his mind. He approached me, wiping the sweat from his brow, the adrenaline of the fight still coursing through his veins.

"Enjoying the show, Lady Stark?" he asked, his tone teasing.

I met his gaze unwaveringly. "I must say, you fight with remarkable skill. It seems the tales of your prowess are not exaggerated."

Aemond inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Thank you. Your presence has a way of making a man want to prove himself."

"Is that so?" I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Then perhaps I should observe more often."

"I would not object," Aemond said, the flirtation in his voice unmistakable. "It seems your presence has inspired me to perform at my best."

I smiled a genuine expression that softened my features. "In that case, I shall make it a point to attend more frequently. It appears we both have much to gain from these encounters."

Aemond nodded, the unspoken understanding between us solidifying. 

In me, he saw a kindred spirit, someone who matched his passion and strength, someone who could stand beside him as an equal. The prospect of our union no longer felt like a mere political arrangement but a partnership filled with potential.

As we walked back towards the castle, side by side, Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. 

For the first time, he looked forward to the future, not just as a prince fulfilling his duty, but as a man embarking on a journey with a woman who could truly challenge and inspire him.

─── ✦⋅♡⋅✦ ───

Three moons remained until our wedding, and here I was, sneaking out of the Keep with Aemond close behind me.

"If we are caught, we will surely be in trouble," I said, walking up an isolated path.

"I am the prince. I do not get in trouble," Aemond replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I rolled my eyes at his attitude but couldn't suppress the giggle that escaped my lips.

To him, the sound was like a melody. Aemond found it hard to admit that every moment he spent with his betrothed made him fall further and further in awe of my charm. 

It was why he found himself letting me lead the way on our secret escape, despite having no clue where I was headed.

I stopped abruptly, and Aemond walked into my back, realizing the reason for my sudden halt.

"Vhagar is too big to be kept in the dragon pit," he explained, now taking the lead towards his dragon, who sat calmly upon a hill.

He stopped in front of her, placing his hand on her scales. "You are afraid," he guessed without looking back.

"No," I answered, and he looked back, surprised by my response.

"I am in awe. She is a formidable beast," I added, and Aemond knew there was no hint of a lie in my words. I took a step closer, standing next to Aemond.

"Touch her," he said and I raised an eyebrow, I knew dragons only allowed their riders to get close.

"Come on," Aemond encouraged, grabbing my hand and placing it on Vhagar. He rested his hand over mine as I gently touched Vhagar.

Vhagar stirred a little, her eyes narrow and bold. She regarded me with a curious intelligence. It was perhaps the most daring thing I had ever done. Vhagar was known to be the queen of all dragons, the hardened survivor of a hundred battles.

But I trusted Aemond. I trusted that he wouldn't let anything happen to me.

"She is incredible," I whispered, marvelling at the dragon's sheer size and power.

Aemond's grip on my hand tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance. "She senses your intentions," he said softly. "Dragons are more perceptive than we often give them credit for."

With a confident gesture, Aemond mounted Vhagar's back, then extended his hand for me to take.

"No, I do not wish to be eaten," I said, hesitating, acutely aware of my limits.

"Do you trust me?" he asked earnestly. I sighed, then took a cautious step forward, finally allowing him to hoist me up onto the dragon's powerful form.

I settled in behind him, and he placed my hands securely around his waist.

"Hold on tight," he said, his voice steady and reassuring as Vhagar unfurled her massive wings.

With a powerful thrust, Vhagar leapt into the sky, the ground quickly receding below us. The wind rushed past, cold and invigorating, making me tighten my grip on Aemond.

As Vhagar soared higher, the landscape below transformed into a breathtaking mosaic of fields, rivers, and distant mountains. The sensation of flight was overwhelming, filling me with an exhilarating sense of freedom and awe.

Aemond glanced back at me with a grin. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice carrying effortlessly over the wind.

"Unbelievable," I replied, unable to hide the awe in my voice. "I've never experienced anything like this."

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound. "It's a different world up here, isn't it?"

Vhagar flew with a grace that belied her size, her powerful wings beating rhythmically. The sensation of gliding through the sky, so far above the earth, was indescribable. I felt a thrill of excitement and a strange sense of peace.

"Let's see something truly spectacular," Aemond declared, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he spurred Vhagar higher into the heavens.

We ascended until the air grew colder and thinner, the world below shrinking into a distant panorama. Aemond guided Vhagar towards a mountain range, the peaks dusted with snow and glistening in the sunlight.

As we neared the summit of the highest peak, Aemond pointed. "Look there," he said.

I followed his gaze and gasped. Nestled in a hidden valley was a crystalline lake, its surface reflecting the sky like a mirror. The untouched beauty of the scene took my breath away.

"Isn't it magnificent?" Aemond asked, his voice laced with pride, clearly pleased by my reaction.

"It's incredible," I agreed, my heart swelling with the beauty of it all.

He gave a satisfied nod, enjoying my awe. "Shall we head back before we are missed?" Aemond asked after a while.

"Yes," I agreed, though I was reluctant to leave this moment behind. "But I hope we can do this again."

As we made our way back to the Red Keep, I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement for the future. The stark contrast of fire and ice no longer felt like an insurmountable divide, but rather a dance of elements, each enhancing the other.

A/n -  Opposites attract!

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[lvmimis]

“Hmm… so what it says here is we might not be very compatible by astrology,” you muse, tapping your chin as you scroll through what’s offered by the website’s assessment of your budding relationship. You’re killing time, sitting at a table across from Shin, taking a quick bite at a fast casual restaurant before you’re off to a meet-up with friends and he’s off to the Sakamoto store. Shin frowns, then gently reaches over to take your phone.

“Hold on, let me see.”

He scrolls quickly with his thumb, while you amusedly take a bite out of your burger. It’s not an outright condemnation of your prospects, but the implication is dire, with the suggestion that you’d take work at best, or your relationship would fail dramatically at worst. Shin’s looking more annoyed by the second, stuffing a handful of fries in his mouth as he reads, then looks at you.

“Okay, so clearly they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You laugh as he hands you back his phone like a hot potato.

“I mean considering that this practice has been done for thousands of years-”

“It’s kind of bullshit, actually,” Shin pipes up. You raise an eyebrow at him as he sips his shake, and you can see his cheeks turn red with embarrassment as he notices your look. “I mean, not to say that I don’t think you should be paying attention, it’s just that I feel like there are other factors at play, you know and maybe we could just try,” he adds.

You agree with him wholeheartedly, but there’s no need to tell him that. You wonder if his urge to peek into your mind will crop up again so you fortify it against him before teasing him further.

“You’re an actual psychic but you think astrology is fake?” you ask, resting your chin on your propped up hand. “I would have thought you’d be partial to the supernatural.” He genuinely looks surprised at your supposition, but is soon ready to debate you.

“Well, the two aren’t related in the least, my powers were made in a lab, plus there are a lot of compatible by astrology people who end up hating each other, so we really shouldn’t put too much stock in it,” he insists. 

As he continues to go on to explain,  you chuckle to yourself, and say nothing, and he stops.

“Okay, what’s so funny?” he says.

“I think it’s funny how hard you’re trying to convince me. It’s almost like you want us to work out.”

Shin rolls his eyes, caught red-handed, then reaches over for a fry from your plate. You take one in your mouth and lean forward, bidding him to bite. He blushes.

“We’re in public,” he starts, but you smile and tilt your head and he looks around before leaning forward and biting the other end.

“See, teamwork! That’s compatibility, I guess. Maybe you’re right and this random online website that knows nothing about us is wrong.”

He gives you a mock exhausted look but then gets up and shifts into your booth, so that’s closer. 

“Let’s not worry about compatibility based on some random factors and just on us, okay?” he asks. His look is genuine as he pleads. You wonder if he’s been able to creep into your mind once in a while and know how easy it is for you to overthink and question happiness.

So you rest your head on his shoulder in response, snuggling close.

“Deal.”

[pokemonshelterstories]

Is it safe to have a Sylveon with a Flapple?? I raised them both together since they were eggs and my Eevee recently evolved and I’m a little worried

as long as they get along and aren't attacking each other, they should be fine. there's nothing that inherently makes a dragon type and a fairy type bad to keep together- behavior and morphology are far more important than typing when assessing whether or not two pokemon are compatible. otherwise there would be a lot fewer dual-type pokemon out there!

the main thing to watch out for is that sylveon can sometimes get possessive of their trainers, so keep an eye on them to make sure that they're still okay with each other. the fact that they were raised together should help, though, as your sylveon is likely bonded to your flapple fairly well!