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[astrolook]

🌀6th Lord in Houses - Enemies, Health, Daily Life, and Inner Battles 🌀

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

There are general interpretations. The signs on the house can make things different. Look at your Vedic chart!

6th lord in 1st - You're used to being underestimated and so you overperform. Your daily life is in survival mode by default. You're always fixing things, not just your own, but others' messes too. You care too much, even for people who don’t deserve it. Can have a "resting face". Might run on caffeine. Migraines, weak immunity, nail biting, or neck pain can be seen here. Your worst enemy is...yourself.

6th lord in 2nd - Feeling of never having enough. Attract "users", not partners. Either a stingy or a spendthrift. No in-between. Throat surgery, in some cases. You pretend you don’t care about status, but lowkey feel like a failure when you’re not “ahead.” Jaw tension. Messy relationship with food. People either depend on you too much or disappear when you need support. Stays loyal to family members even though they're not good for you and just sucks it up. You give advice to people but might not follow it yourself. Dental issues, blood sugar irregularities, PCOS, metabolic disorders, food allergies, binge eating, or anorexia can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is comfort that becomes a cage.

6th lord in 3rd - You’ve had full-blown arguments in your head that never happened IRL. Enemies = frenemies. Especially the ones who “joke” too much. Arguments with your sibling, if you had one. Dehydration. Nervous disorders, in some cases. Might keep a journal or vent everything into a Notes app or to any unfortunate soul that happened to be there at the time. You might try to do 5 things at once and feel ashamed of not finishing any. People can gaslight you. You want to be heard but hate attention, like explain that lol. You might dream of moving away from your hometown, starting afresh, or ghosting your friendship(s) forever. ADHD, hand/wrist pain, insomnia, neck/shoulder pain from poor posture, or breathing issues can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is the loud voice that sounds like yours but isn’t.

6th lord in 4th - You grew up learning to stay quiet. Might even walk quietly. You might have had strict or helicopter parents, in some cases. Home isn't a safe place. You crave comfort but don’t know what it really feels like. Might say "sorry" a lot. Love feels like walking on eggshells, because that’s what it’s always been. You try to fix your family by being the “good one,” even when it’s killing you. You second-guess your feelings because they were dismissed growing up. Ulcers, gastritis, acid reflux, menstrual cramps, belly, asthma, and hormonal imbalances can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is emotional guilt disguised as family loyalty.

6th lord in 5th - You give your heart to people who treat you like a "score". Fun feels like something you have to “earn.” When you are happy, you just know that it's gonna be taken away from you soon, or you know that it's temporary. You lowkey want someone to fight for you, not with you. You learned early that attention had conditions. Be impressive, be useful, be entertaining, or be invisible. You fall in love with people who feel broken, because fixing them feels safer than being truly seen. Irregular periods, fertility concerns, hormonal swings, risk of heart palpitations or minor arrhythmias, bloating, or digestive issues can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is drama you confuse for passion.

6th lord in 6th - You don't avoid problems, you solve them in silence. You’re the person everyone depends on, but no one checks in with. OCD in some cases. You attract situations that test your patience, boundaries, and sanity daily. You hate asking people for help. You attract jealous coworkers, messy “friends,” and one-sided relationships. You might feel responsible for everything, even things that aren’t yours to carry. Long-term health conditions, autoimmune disorders, inflammatory disorders, constipation, lower back pain or knee pain can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is... the belief that struggle equals virtue.

6th lord in 7th - You are loyal to the wrong people or stay too long with the wrong partner. You attract partners with baggage, and they leave you carrying it. You're afraid that if you set boundaries, they'll leave. Your depression, anxiety, and health issues would skyrocket when you're in a bad relationship. Your BODY KNOWS! You might fix others' lives while yours fall apart. Enemies to lovers, and after the breakup, it's lovers to enemies. If things are calm, you assume something’s off. You sometimes end up in legal conflicts, debt, or moral dilemmas because of a partner's decisions. Skin issues like eczema, rashes, acne or UTI, yeast infections, food poisoning, nausea, blood pressure swings during fights, clinical depression after a breakup or a divorce from their loved one can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is... the person you love/trust the most.

6th lord in 8th - You’ve survived things you don’t talk about, and most people wouldn’t understand anyway. For example: emotional or sexual abuse, dangerous situations, a rare disease, or a complex surgery, etc. Your enemies don’t announce themselves, they hide in family, in lovers, in you. You're the black sheep, the scapegoat, or the cycle-breaker in your family. You learn through loss. Each time something is ripped from you, a new version of you is born. You’ve experienced spiritual or psychic awakenings that were triggered by crisis, not choice. Sex can terrify you, in some cases. Might completely refrain from doing so. PCOS, endometriosis, hormonal dysfunction, bowel issues, sleep issues, nightmares, sleep paralysis, pelvic pain, STDs can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is silence that hides the truth.

6th lord in 9th - You didn’t just lose faith. It got torn from your hands by people you trusted. Your mentors, gurus, or teachers might have disappointed you or could have been harsh, and it cut deeper than betrayal. You’ve questioned your entire worldview after one painful experience. You want to believe in justice, karma, truth…but the reality you’ve lived makes that hard. Travel may bring conflict regarding visa issues or financial setbacks. You might have been punished for asking too many questions. Racism, in some cases. Enemies can come in the form of know-it-alls, fake spiritual leaders, or moral superiority complexes. Liver/kidney issues, vitamin/ protein deficiency, nervous disorders, leg accidents/surgery, can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is blind faith in broken systems.

6th lord in 10th - Bosses either love your work ethic or exploit it. Usually both. You attract jealous coworkers, fake allies, and silent competition. Career setbacks feel personal. You hold everything together until one tiny thing breaks you. You're scared to be seen struggling, so you smile harder. You've had to work twice as hard to earn half the recognition. Can develop an "impostor syndrome" in some cases. Sleep deprivation, dark under eyes, headaches/ migraines, upper body weakness, high blood pressure can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is your boss/co-worker.

6th lord in 11th - You’ve felt loneliest while surrounded by people. You're everyone's emergency contact, but no one’s first thought when they’re celebrating. Your biggest haters sometimes came disguised as your biggest fans or supporters. You carry guilt for outgrowing people who aren’t growing with you. Collaborations often turn into one-sided labor for you. Allergies, autoimmune disorders, rare syndromes, weak eyesight, mental health issues can be seen here in some cases. Can attract clout-chasers, energy vampires disguised as friends in your circle. Your worst enemy is the friend who envies you but smiles anyway.

6th lord in 12th - You’re always tired, but you don’t even know why anymore. You wake up drained, go to sleep anxious, and live in a body that feels like it’s carrying something ancient. Your enemies don’t announce themselves, but they whisper, sabotage, and fade out. Sleep issues. You carry shame from things you didn’t choose, didn’t cause, but still feel responsible for. You escape when it gets too much through fantasy, oversleeping, alcohol/drugs, doomscrolling, or even disappearing from your own life. I mean, you’re so used to emotional isolation that real connection feels foreign. Hates loud noises and crowds. Can have psychic dreams that show you the truth about people who hide things from you. Sleep paralysis or nightmares, mysterious illness, poor gut health, hypersensitivity to medication, noise, light or psychological issues can be seen here in some cases. Your worst enemy is... the pain you won’t/can't name.

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[kxsagi]

Hii! I was wondering if u could make a headcanon where the reader loves animals soo much. She lives for them, and she pets and loves every animal they see. I request this because i also have 2 dogs and wonder what the BL boys react to it. You can take your time. There's no need to rush it. Love you ! 💕🫶

“𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐲”

a/n: thank you!!! this req was so cute hehe

ft. isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, karasu tabito, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi

he’s trying to act chill but you’re scaring him a little. 

you once stopped mid-date to sprint across the street just to feed a stray cat half of your sandwich. didn’t even look both ways. isagi had to full sprint after you like, “do you have a death wish over this orange furball???” 

when you made eye contact with a pigeon and whispered “his name is kimie,” he just stood there like: 🤨 who the hell is kimie. 

he tries to be supportive, but you have a habit of inviting animals to follow you home. like literally. one time you whistled at a duck and it waddled behind you for two blocks. isagi was horrified. 

“love… we can’t keep bringing wildlife into my apartment. that’s a feral possum.” and you’re like “his name is scrunkle, he’s misunderstood 🥺” 

he downloaded one of those animal recognition apps just so he can keep up when you start going “awww it’s a red-footed tortoise!! 🥹 hi baby!!!” 

he’ll never admit it, but he’s memorized your favorite animals so he can point them out first like “oh look! a calico cat! you love those right???” (he gets so proud of himself when you squeal.) 

shidou ryusei

your obsession feeds his chaos. 

he enables you. full chaos gremlin co-pilot. you say “look, a frog!!” and he’s already elbow-deep in a pond tryna catch it for you. 

“babe, i dare you to kiss that lizard.” “bet.” now you’ve got salmonella and he’s proud of it. 

he’ll fight a goose for you. literally. one hissed at you and he squared up like, “you tryna die today, duck bitch?” 

tried to gift you a ferret once. not adopt. gift. like surprise! here's a wriggling tube of energy in a shoebox. 

calls every animal “little freak” with affection. “look at this funky little freak, you love him huh?” (you do.) 

got banned from one zoo and three petting farms with you. worth it. 

nagi seishiro

he’s just along for the ride and slightly concerned. 

thinks all animals are kinda cool but also “... do we have to stop for every single one?” 

you once spent 15 minutes cooing at a group of baby ducks while he stood there like 🧍just waiting. almost fell asleep standing. 

holds your bag while you pet stray cats like a supportive husband. 

doesn’t know animal names though. “what’s that one?” “that’s a capybara.” “capy-yabba-dabba-doo? capybarnya?” 

when you showed him videos of otters holding hands he got a little too into it and now watches animal tik toks at 3 AM. he’s obsessed with capybaras now. thinks they’re his spirit animal. 

calls every cat “meow-meow.” no matter what. tuxedo cat? “meow-meow.” panther? “big meow-meow.” 

mikage reo

he’s rich but unprepared for your zookeeper tendencies. 

this man has never been around a dirty animal in his life. so the first time you pet a muddy stray dog and squealed, “baby!!!! look at his little face!!!!” he genuinely short-circuited. 

“babe, that thing hasn’t bathed since the ice age.” “then i’ll bathe him 🥹” 

you once made reo stop the car because you saw a turtle trying to cross the road. he thought it was a bag. now he triple-checks for moving bumps on the road. 

hired a private vet to check on the stray cat you fed once. didn’t even tell you. just pulled up like, “don’t worry, the cat’s got his shots now.” 

bought you a giant plush of every animal you’ve ever said “i love him” to. now your room looks like a jungle-themed museum. 

asked you seriously once, “... you wouldn’t leave me for a panda, right?” (you didn’t answer fast enough.) 

karasu tabito

you are his 13th reason, but he’s smiling through it. 

“babe, you cannot pet every dog on this street–” (you’re already gone, crouched next to a chihuahua in a sweater named sundae.) 

every walk turns into a rescue mission. “that bird looks sad.” “he just blinked, babe.” 

you once cried because you saw a video of a baby elephant hugging its caretaker and karasu had to pull over like “are you GOOD??” 

he sends you cursed photos of animals and says “this is u.” you reply “thank u 🥰” every time. 

jokingly bought you a “pet psychic starter kit” for your birthday. now you use it seriously. “his name is bartholomew and he said he had a hard childhood.” 

“you are one squirrel away from adopting a raccoon and naming it rocket.” (too late. you already did.) 

itoshi sae

why is she like this and why does he find it cute. 

he’s a minimalist. sleek, expensive, low-effort lifestyle. you? sobbing over worms on rainy sidewalks and moving them to safety. 

“you named a bee?” “yeah his name was sir buzzington.” he just blinks at you like you're the strangest thing he's ever loved. 

he pretends to be annoyed when you stop to pet dogs, but he’s the one taking secret photos of you cuddling them and setting it as his lock screen. 

lowkey jealous of a hedgehog you follow on instagram. “why does it get more likes than me.” “because he wears hats.” 

you once tried to sneak a frog into your luggage after a trip. he found it and just sighed, “at least name it something cool.” (you named it steve after the minecraft character.) 

doesn’t say much about your obsession, but he’ll deadpan “i saw a cool bird today. reminded me of you.” and that’s the highest compliment he can give. 

itoshi rin

he didn’t sign up for this but he’s unfortunately in love with you anyway. 

“don’t touch that–” too late. you’ve already crouched on the sidewalk whispering, “you’re the cutest baby bug i’ve ever seen.” 

rin genuinely doesn’t understand how you don’t fear rabies. or fleas. or death. “that raccoon looks like it pays taxes and has committed arson.” “okay, but he’s kind of cute tho???” 

when you start cooing at animals in a baby voice, he just stands next to you like an emotionally numb bodyguard. people think you hired him to protect you while you rescue worms. 

once walked into the room and caught you making kissy noises at a youtube video of a sea lion. just turned around and left. 

he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t get it. but one day you cried over a documentary about rescued baby bats and he panicked and bought you bat plushies from six different websites. 

now has a favorite neighborhood cat (he says he doesn’t, but he feeds it and mutters “sup, whiskers” every time he sees it. you saw. you never let it go.) 

you made him hold a ferret once and he looked like he was holding raw uranium. but now when you’re not looking, he googles “what do ferrets eat + do they bite.” 

kaiser michael

he acts disgusted, but he’s already naming the ducklings, too. 

the first time you stopped mid-sentence and sprinted to pet a dog, he flinched like you’d been shot. “IS THIS A MEDICAL EMERGENCY??” “no look at her little tail wag 🥹” 

scoffed so hard when you said “i wanna pet every animal in the world.” and then you saw a squirrel with a fluffy tail and he went quiet like “… okay, that one is kinda cute.” 

“don’t bring that street cat into my house.” two weeks later, he’s feeding it tuna and calling it ‘sir fluffsworth.’ 

pretends to be allergic just so he doesn’t have to chase after you every time you see a dog in a sweater. lies crumbles quickly when you accuse him of faking it to get out of pet store dates. (“okay fine, i’m not allergic but i don’t wanna spend €85 on a fish that looks like wet spaghetti.”) 

once tried to impress you by pointing out a hawk in the sky but it was a drone. he blamed the lighting. 

swears he’s “not a cat person,” but you left him alone for five minutes with a kitten and came back to find them cuddling and him whispering “you’re my special little guy aren’t you.” 

100% has a folder in his phone of animal pics you’ve taken. zooms in on them when he’s in a bad mood. pretends he’s not soft. fails miserably. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[tentakrule]

URGENT WE ARE FACING POSSIBLE HOMELESSNESS

I recieved this text from my landlord an hour ago:

He is in the process of evicting the two other tenants in our bedsit house, and if we continue to fall behind, I have no doubt we'll be out too.

It's one crisis after another in my life lately, even though I am trying my best to improve. Just yesterday, I passed my certification exam for cybersecurity, and will be looking for entry level tech jobs as soon as possible, but I am still only on government assistance, and my partner is doing gig work, and trying to get on social assistance himself, since he has sciatica and injuries from working physical jobs in the past. I'm doing my best to fight through my chronic depression and pain issues.

We owe our landlord two months of back rent, since I have only been able to make small payments to him in dribs and drabs while keeping us and our cat fed and medicated. I make $1000/month and we owe him $1400 currently. We will owe him $2100 on the 1st of July.

Cutting off our wifi will mean my phone goes out of service as well, since I use a wifi-based phone app, which is tied to all of my banking and job applications and government accounts. This is a time when I need to access all of those things to advance us to the point where we can get back on track.

I'm selling off my Switch games and will be taking any and all commissions, as many as I can. I'll have an updated discount price list this evening.

Please, if anyone at all is able to donate so I can give him something, here is my PayPal link.

I know I have been in need a lot lately, but the cost of living is insane and the job market is even worse. Even though I'm going to the food bank and getting almost everything at the dollar store, we still can't save any money. I am trying my best.

Please reblog. I know I'm asking for a lot, but not having a phone or internet access and a very likely eviction notice coming our way, I'm panicking. We'll have to give up our cat Cleo if we go into a homeless shelter.I'm begging. I am abandoning dignity. I'm fucking desperate.

$1,586.95 / $2100

We're so close to being able to fully pay back our landlord. Thank you SO much, everyone has been extremely generous and I'm really grateful for all of you. 💜

[jaymentions]

Soft Eyes | 양정원 POV

📬 Archived Letters #02.5 — “Soft Eyes”

╰┈➤ For the one who always made the risks worth it.

pairings. idol!bflyang jungwon x f1 ferrari driver!reader

w.c. 3k words

soundtrack. araw-araw by ben&ben, invisible string by taylor swift, only by leehi.

authors note. I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as the first part ❤️ thank you for reading!

first part

The first time I saw her, I was so tired that I almost walked past her.

No joke—I was zoned out. Like, the kind of zoned out where you forget what street you’re on, where your feet just drag you toward anything warm-smelling and bright.

That day, it happened to be a bakery café tucked in a corner of Seoul.

I didn’t even register the name. I just remember the smell—chocolate, butter, something like home. And her, sitting by the window with whipped cream on her nose and this big ceramic mug in her hands like it was a safety blanket.

I thought she was local at first. Then she looked up, blinked, and spoke perfect English when I asked, “Can I sit here?”

She nodded.

And then I saw the helmet bag beside her, the fireproof sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and the slight grease mark on her cheek like she'd come straight from fixing a spaceship. Or fighting one. A motorcyclist maybe.

That was the start. Me, with a chocolate croissant and broken grammar. Her, laughing with whipped cream still on her face. We joked through Google Translate, called each other ridiculous names—she said I looked like a chipmunk.

The first person who found out about us wasn’t supposed to.

It was after practice for the upcoming comeback XO (Only If You Say Yes).

Heeseung caught me during dance practice—grinning at my phone like a complete idiot.

She had sent me another selfie, fake-pouting because of the wet race.

[vroom vroom girl 🏎️]

attached photo

Me when FIA says it’s too dangerous to drive 😢😢😢

He leaned over, suspicious. “Is it your mom again?”

I tried to lie. “Uh, yeah.. It’s about maeum doing tricks again.”

He didn’t believe me for a second. Jay, of course, joined in.

“You’ve been acting weird since our break in Melbourne,” he said. “Weird, like… soft boy in love weird.”

Heeseung didn’t ask anything. He just stared and said flatly, “It’s a girl isn’t.”

I froze. That was it. The gates were open.

"WHO IS SHE?"

"DOES SHE KNOW YOU'RE FAMOUS?"

"IS SHE AN IDOL? A FAN? A MODEL?"

"DOES SHE HAVE PETS?"

“She has to like animals,” Jake added seriously, crossing his arms. “That’s basic compatibility.”

I gave in.

“She’s not an idol. She’s… a racer.”

Dead silence.

Ni-Ki blinked. “Like, Mario Kart?”

“No, like Formula 2,” I said, immediately regretting it.

“YOU’RE DATING A F2 DRIVER?!” Sunoo shrieked.

“She wasn’t in F2 when I met her!” I protested. “She was in PREMA back then—Formula 4! It was literally just chocolate and a shared table. I even thought that she was just a cute Motorcyclist”

Jay raised a brow. “So the chipmunk nickname girl... was real?”

I pulled my hoodie over my head. “Don’t call it that.”

Sunoo bewildered and said “I thought she was one of your delusions but way to go she’s real.”

I glared at him, but it didn’t land right. Mostly because I was already smiling.

“You think I hallucinated a Formula driver who calls me chipmunk and knows my coffee order?”

Sunoo tilted his head. “Yes.”

Jake leaned forward. “Wait, wait—PREMA? That team’s legit. Oscar Piastri came from there.”

I blinked. “You know PREMA?”

“I’m Australian. I know my racing,” he said smugly. “The rest of you are clueless.”

“Hey, I know Formula One,” Ni-Ki said. “The red car wins a lot.”

“Red Bull wins, genius,” Sunghoon muttered.

They didn’t tease after that. Not really.

Jay would change the topic when interviews got too nosy. Sunoo would keep an eye on fansites. Ni-Ki learned to spot her team logo before anyone else.

Sunghoon even downloaded the F1 app. He got really into it. “If I’m going to approve this relationship, I need to know her qualifying stats.”

Heeseung once watched a full Grand Prix backstage with me.

Jake became my translator for everything F1.

They were annoying. But they’re a family to me.

For months, we stayed hidden in plain sight.

Until the race.

The plan was simple: I’d attend quietly. Hoodie. Cap. Your driver number stitched in black on red.

Just one weekend. Just to support her.

But somehow.. the camera found me.

I wasn’t on my phone.

I didn’t even notice the screen above the pit lane showing my face.

I was watching her—you were overtaking two cars with that ridiculous fearlessness you always had, and I swear I forgot to breathe.

Then I felt it.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzzbuzzbuzz.

My phone exploded in my pocket. I ignored it at first. Thought it was staff or some fan account tagging me.

Then my manager leaned over and whispered, “You’re trending in five countries.”

My stomach dropped.

I opened the group chat.

[나가지❌❌]

SUNGHOON

@korean won IS THAT YOU????

I HAD TO BLINK SIX TIMES

I THOUGHT I WAS HALLUCINATING

JAKE

BRO

DID YOU JUST BASICALLY LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW THAT YOURE GIVING HER THE SOFTEST LOOKED ON INTERNATIONAL BROADCAST???

NI-KI

HYUNG YOU’RE ON TV

TV TV

FORMULA ONE TV

SUNOO

OMG THEY PUT YOUR NAME

“YANG JUNGWON – KPOP IDOL AND HER PARTNER” 😭😭😭

HEESEUNG

You didn’t tell us you were going.

I feel like I’ve been cheated on.

JAY

This is a betrayal.

JAKE

Wait I’m watching the replay.

That was the softest looked I’ve ever seen.

I’m gonna cry.

SUNGHOON

I downloaded the F1 app for this relationship and it finally paid off.

Respect.

Then my manager’s text came in:

[Manager Yuki-nim 💼]

Next time, just give me a heads-up ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

I just stood there, phone in hand, heart somewhere between my ribs and the clouds.

The moment she stepped out of the car, the world blurred.

It wasn’t the crowd or the roar of the engines dying down behind her. It wasn’t the media flash or the voice of the commentator still echoing through the speakers.

It was her.

Helmet under her arm, damp curls plastered to her temples, suit streaked with rain and glory. And her eyes—scanning the chaos until they locked on mine.

Everything else dropped away.

My bag hit the ground.

I didn’t mean to let go of it. I didn’t mean to move. But my body moved before my brain could catch up.

She was already climbing the barriers.

Security didn’t even have time to react. Neither did I. One second she was on the other side—racing royalty, post-win euphoria, the center of the paddock universe—and the next, she was just her.

My girl.

And I caught her.

Arms around her waist, breath leaving my chest like she’d tackled the wind out of me, like the weight of missing her finally landed in my arms.

She smelled like wet asphalt, adrenaline, and a faint trace of the perfume I’d given her months ago in Tokyo.

I didn’t care who was watching.

All I could think was—

She’s here.

She’s safe.

She’s mine.

And somehow, despite the cameras, despite the fact that the world had just found out.

For a split second, it felt like just us again.

Like a boy and a girl in a quiet bakery.

Like chocolate croissants and whipped cream on a nose.

Like we hadn’t spent months hiding between schedules and red-eye flights and screens.

She was real. Warm. Laughing.

And mine.

Then the sound of the crowd came rushing back in—like someone hit play on the world.

Someone shouted her name. Someone else screamed mine.

And somewhere overhead, a screen replayed our embrace in slow motion, while the F1TV overlay—still visible—read:

“Yang Jungwon — K-pop Idol & Her Partner”

The group chat was probably exploding again.

But this time, I didn’t care.

Because she was in my arms.

And I wasn’t letting go.

I didn’t even realize I was smiling until the camera panned away.

Not the usual polite idol smile—the practiced, fanservice kind. This one tugged from somewhere deep in my ribs, somewhere stupidly soft.

Somewhere that had only ever belonged to her.

I kept my arms around her a second longer than necessary, even when she shifted slightly in my hold. Her heartbeat was still racing. Maybe from the victory. Maybe from the run. Maybe just… from this.

From us.

Her team was shouting her name across the barriers again. Someone called for her to do the post-race interview, and a cameraman jogged past, half-winded, as if he didn’t know whether to point his lens at the winner or the unexpected boyfriend reveal.

The paddock was chaos.

But all I could see was her back as she jogged away—turning once, barely, just to meet my eyes again.

And the smirk she gave me was enough to make the group chat self-destruct.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket like it was on the verge of combustion.

[나가지❌❌]

SUNOO

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

WHY DID SHE JUMP THE BARRIER LIKE A MOVIE SCENE 😭😭😭

NI-KI

Replay is trending already. The slow-mo.

THE SLOW-MO.

JAKE

@korean won

WHY WOULD YOU CATCH HER LIKE THAT.

MY MOM SAW THAT. SHE ASKED IF IT WAS A DRAMA.

HEESEUNG

My brother just texted me asking if you’re getting married.

JAY

That was the most romantic tackle I’ve ever seen.

Ever.

EVER.

This is why I can’t date. Standards are ruined.

SUNGHOON

I NEED TO SIT DOWN

WAIT I AM ALREADY SITTING BUT I NEED TO LAY DOWN

JAKE

Bro, are you crying??

You look like you’re crying.

JUNGWON

no comment (I was crying. A little.)

It was too much.

The noise, the notifications, the disbelief that this moment—the thing we had tiptoed around for months—was real, loud, and now owned by the world.

But I couldn’t stop smiling.

Later, when the crowd finally thinned and the sun started dipping low over the circuit, I found a quiet corner behind the garages. Not totally private—this was still the paddock, after all—but quiet enough to breathe.

I leaned against a stack of tire warmers and pulled my hood up again.

Not to hide.

Just because I could still smell her perfume on it.

My fingers curled over the edge of the fabric and I closed my eyes for a second.

The gravel crunched somewhere behind me. I didn’t need to look up to know it was her again. Even the sound of her steps was familiar now—light, fast, confident.

Like victory in motion.

And even though I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, not here, not now, I felt that stupid warmth rise up again behind my eyes.

Because I realized—

She didn’t just run the race.

She ran to me.

A Few Hours Later, Somewhere Over Europe

The whine of the engines was soft in the background. Just enough to remind us we were flying, but not enough to disturb the quiet bubble we had built inside the jet.

She sat curled against me on the wide, cream leather bench seat, legs tucked beneath her, her head resting just under my chin. We were wrapped together in one of the airline blankets—ridiculously plush, and for once not some sterile company issue.

I wasn’t sure if the silence was because we were too tired to talk… or if we just didn’t need to anymore.

She stirred slightly. “We’re really in the air already?”

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, not bothering to look out the window. “You fell asleep as soon as you sat down.”

“Liar.” She tilted her head up. “I was listening to you hum. You always hum when you’re trying not to freak out.”

“I was not freaking out.”

“You were freaking out.”

I smiled against her hair. “You just won a Grand Prix. I’m allowed a little internal chaos.”

She laughed softly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I could feel the heaviness in her muscles—champagne-sticky, windblown, emotionally wrung out. Her fingers were laced in mine now, thumbs brushing back and forth like she needed something to ground her.

“I didn’t get to say it properly,” I said, turning slightly to face her. “I’m proud of you.”

She blinked, and I saw it land.

“Like—seriously proud. I mean the kind of proud that makes your chest hurt.”

Her eyes searched mine, and slowly, the armor dropped from her expression.

“I kept thinking about you in the car,” she whispered. “Every lap. Every time the tires lost grip or the comms cut out—I just thought about you. How you always tell me to breathe. How you wait.”

“I’ll always wait for you.”

She exhaled shakily and pressed her forehead against my shoulder. I felt it then—something melt. Some part of her that had been holding everything up all day. For the team. For the cameras. For the win.

She didn’t need to hold anything up here.

I let my hand slide slowly up her back, under the hem of her shirt where her skin was warm and real and so, so familiar. She shivered just slightly and leaned in closer.

“Are you cold?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“No,” she said. “I just… missed you.”

We hadn’t been apart that long. Two weeks. Maybe three. But we’d been in different worlds. Different time zones. I’d watched the press conferences on the floor of a practice room in Seoul. She’d texted me between strategy meetings and simulator sessions.

“I didn’t even care about the win,” she mumbled suddenly, and I felt her voice right against my collarbone. “I mean—I did. But the moment I got out of the car, I didn’t want anyone else.”

“I know.”

“I just wanted to find your eyes in the crowd.”

“You always will.”

She kissed my neck. Softly. Carefully. Then again, higher this time, just below my jaw.

“I hate that I can’t have this all the time,” she whispered.

I turned toward her fully now, pressing our foreheads together. “But when we do… it’s everything.”

And it was.

She reached up and cupped my cheek with one hand, her thumb brushing just beneath my eye. “You look tired, baby.”

“You’re one to talk.”

She smiled. “We’re a mess.”

I kissed her then. Gently, at first. The kind of kiss that tasted like gratitude. Like relief. Like home.

And then again—deeper this time, her hands threading into my hair, mine sliding along the curve of her waist to pull her onto my lap. We didn’t rush it. We never did. We knew how fast the world could spin, so when we had each other, we slowed down.

Every movement was familiar. Muscle memory. Her lips fit against mine like they’d been shaped to match. The sound she made when I bit her bottom lip softly, the way she smiled against the kiss, the way her body melted into mine like she was exhaling months of tension in one breath—

“I love you,” I said against her mouth.

“I know.”

She didn’t have to say it back. I felt it in her hands. In the way she tucked her face into my neck like she was hiding the best part of herself only for me.

Eventually, she pulled back just enough to press our foreheads together again.

“You’re coming to the next race, right?”

I laughed quietly. “I’m already packed.”

“You hate early flights.”

“I’d fly every night if it meant I got to see you like this again.”

She leaned in and kissed me once more—slow, lingering, like she was marking the moment in her bones.

Then she curled up against me again, tucked perfectly into my side, and this time when her breathing slowed, I knew she was really asleep.

I rested my cheek against the top of her head, eyes still open, watching the sky through the small window.

Stars scattered across the night.

But none of them had ever looked quite like her.

🏎️ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡

— from the drawer of stories I never meant to share.

© June 2025

[fisherld3]

could you write melissa x reader where melissa struggles with her dyslexia and is insecure about it?

Between the Lines

Word Count: 3,150 words

Genre List: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship,Insecurity,Emotional Intimacy and Slice of Life

Between the Lines

It started with a pile of papers on the coffee table.

You walked into Melissa’s apartment after a long Friday, grocery bag in hand, only to find her hunched over a stack of worksheets and printouts. Her brow was furrowed, red pen clutched tightly in one hand, her knuckles white.

“Hey, Mel.” You set the bag down and leaned over to kiss her cheek, but she barely looked up, mumbling a distracted hello.

You gave her space, unpacking the groceries and putting water on for tea. After ten minutes, though, you noticed the tension in her shoulders wasn’t letting up. Her jaw clenched, her fingers tapping nervously against the table. Every few moments, she would rub her eyes or scowl down at the page as if it had personally offended her.

Curious, you wandered over and gently touched her shoulder.

“Everything okay?”

Melissa stiffened slightly, then forced a small smile. “Yeah. Just… grading.”

But when you glanced at the papers, your heart sank. Her red marks stopped midway through sentences, her handwriting uneven. Some words were circled, others underlined—then scratched out. The page next to it had a few entire sections crossed off.

“Want me to help?” you offered softly.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “No. I got it.”

But you could hear the edge in her voice.

You sat beside her anyway, resting a hand on her knee. “You’ve been at this for a while, huh?”

Melissa let out a breath. “Two hours. I keep… reading it wrong.” Her voice was tight, frustrated. “It’s like the words keep movin’ on me. I read one sentence three times and still couldn’t tell if it made sense.”

There it was.

She rarely talked about it, but you knew Melissa struggled with dyslexia. She’d learned tricks over the years—colored overlays, audiobooks, voice-to-text apps on her phone—but every now and then, it got to her. Nights like this left her spiraling into old insecurities she usually kept buried under layers of confidence and dry wit.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said gently.

Melissa gave a bitter little laugh. “It’s ridiculous. I’ve been teaching for how long? And I still can’t grade a damn paragraph without messing it up.”

“That’s not true,” you said, rubbing her knee. “You’re one of the best teachers I know. You care more than half the staff combined.”

“That don’t matter if I can’t do the work,” she muttered. Her shoulders slumped. “What kinda example is that? Strugglin’ through basic sentences? It’s embarrassing.”

Your chest ached. You hated seeing her like this—so hard on herself over something out of her control.

You reached over, gently tugging the red pen from her hand. “Melissa. Look at me.”

Reluctantly, she turned, eyes dark with frustration and shame.

“You are not less of a teacher because you struggle with this. You are not less of a person.” You cupped her cheek. “And it’s not embarrassing. You work harder than anyone I know, and you still show up every day for those kids. That takes strength.”

She swallowed, her jaw working. “You don’t get it,” she whispered. “It makes me feel stupid. Like… every time I open a book, it’s this fight just to keep up. And some days, I just—” Her voice broke. “I hate it.”

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close. Melissa buried her face in your neck, the tension in her body slowly melting as you held her.

“It’s okay to hate it sometimes,” you murmured. “But it doesn’t define you. And you don’t have to fight alone, okay? We can do this together.”

She let out a shaky breath. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I can help you grade. We can find more tools, if you want. Whatever you need.”

For a long moment, Melissa stayed quiet, her fingers curling into your shirt.

Finally, she whispered, “I love you.”

You kissed her temple. “I love you too.”

Later that night, with her head resting on your shoulder, Melissa finally let you read through the stack of papers with her. Slowly, patiently, the two of you worked side by side, your hand resting over hers when her nerves flared.

And if she leaned into you a little more than usual, you didn’t say a word—just held her close between the lines.

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[bubblingooze]

The Veilguard companions as people you would meet at a protest against American fascism:

Varric—

This man has been marching in the streets protesting injustice and governmental oppression for decades. He has forgotten more protest chants than most people will ever learn. He takes charge of training the newbies, ensuring everyone has sunscreen, water, and a buddy. Leaves the protest when the dispersal order comes in because he’s got so much PTSD from Kirkwall.

Harding—

Originally from a “no politics at the dinner table” family from somewhere in the Midwest, she’s now an active community organizer with Democratic Socialists of America (Christian Socialism Work Group.) She believes revolution happens at the ballot box and sees protests as a way to put pressure on politicians and motivate more people to vote. She leaves before the dispersal order comes in because she’s got a hike early in the morning the next day.

Bellara—

She opens the protest with a land acknowledgement. She has crafted many ingenious devices to protect protesters and is well-versed in guerilla techniques. She’s passing out homemade gas masks and umbrellas with protest slogans. If you saw her at the protest, NO YOU DIDN’T. She hears the dispersal order and puts on her gauntlet because someone has to stand up for the people and she’s ready to fight like hell. She holds no allegiance to a system that’s racist by design and has no qualms about smashing a few shop windows so that the rich people know they’re serious.

Neve—

She’s not actually in the streets, she’s in her car two blocks away listening to the police scanner and physically keeping watch on the police/national guard, ready to message the encrypted group chat when she sees them putting on the riot gear, and tracking their movements so the protesters aren’t kettled. Before the protest, she hands out face masks and sunglasses, warning people that the Proud Boys have been spotted around town and they like to doxx people in right-wing online chat rooms so that their accomplices will contact the landlords and employers of protesters so they lose their homes and jobs.

Lucanis—

Local rich guy just trying to get home from work but his uber got caught in the march, so they parked it and spontaneously joined. Thinks the President is a national disgrace and hopes the next assassin doesn’t miss like an idiot. Doesn’t join a community organizing group because he thinks no one would want him. Ends up bonding with his eccentric uber driver.

Spite—

Lucanis’s uber driver and an immigrant himself. He was actually trafficked here against his will but decided to stay. His legal status is dubious at best. Lucanis doesn’t comment on how his picture in the uber app looks so different. Spite is scared of being at the protest but he wants to make sure Lucanis gets home.

Davrin—

Poor Davrin is a National Guardsman who has been sleeping on the ground and eating rations for a week. He signed up for the National Guard to defend his country in case of an invasion and he’s pissed they called him up for this. This is not what he signed up for. These people are civilian protesters. He plays dumb and fakes sick to ignore orders while he frantically calls the hotline for conscientious objectors.

Taash—

Taash is fully Black Bloc and ready to burn the local immigrant detention center to the ground. Their protest sign says “If you don’t support trans rights, your pronouns are about to be was/were.” They crack their knuckles when the dispersal order comes in because shit’s about to get good. They absolutely will de-arrest you if the pigs get you.

Emmerich—

Local professor who hasn’t protested since the Vietnam War, he’s out here for his students who had their visas suddenly revoked without warning. He’s actually on a green card himself and scared of being deported despite his decades as a respectable tax-paying resident. He is also pissed about cuts to education, worried about Medicare and social security, and terrified of the direction the country is headed overall. He doesn’t leave after the dispersal order is issued, he gets in Neve’s car because he’s a medic and he wants to help if anyone is injured by the police or National Guard. Neve drives him to where he’s needed (if he’s needed.)

[alive-gh0st]

𓊆ྀིMY HERO ACADEMIA DAD EDITION𓊇ྀི

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꩜.ೃ࿔ Note: made this for the ones living through Father’s Day with a lump in their throat. if you’ve ever felt like you were raising yourself, or like no one was really proud of you—this is for you. i thought about us while writing it. i am one of us. you deserve softness. you deserve to be protected. consider this a little gift, from someone who understands.

⤷ Happy Father’s Day.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

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⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … wakes you up for school by knocking on your door with a mug of tea and a quiet “five minutes.”

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … never says ”I love you” out loud, but always slips a pack of your favorite snacks into the grocery bag without you asking.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … teaches you how to stitch up a cut before teaching you how to ride a bike.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … tells you “You’ll figure it out” and then stays awake all night reading manuals in case you don’t.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … swears he’s not emotionally available, then covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep studying and tells the cat “watch them for me” like you’re made of glass.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … sighs whenever you mess up, rubs his temple like it physically pains him, and still shows up early to every school event—even if he spends the whole time pretending not to be proud.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … isn’t great with affection, but teaches you how to patch wounds, how to stay calm under pressure, and how to protect people without becoming someone else.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … lets you nap in his sleeping bag during storms, and rests his hand on your head for just a second longer when he thinks you’re asleep.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … tells you “I’m proud of you” exactly once—quietly, casually, mid-conversation—and then immediately changes the subject like it didn’t wreck both of you.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … complains about noise, chaos, and how kids nowadays don’t listen—but lets you drag him to a crowded arcade just because you asked. And he wins the claw machine prize on the first try.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … teaches you how to fight not because he wants you to get hurt, but because he won’t always be there.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … hates the thought of losing you more than anything.

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⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … packs your lunch with post-it notes that say things like “YOU’RE AMAZING.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ” and “GO BEYOND♡.ᐟ” in all caps and too many exclamation points.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … cheers a little too loud at your school events, waving both hands even when no one else is clapping yet.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … buys you gifts like a “World’s Best Kid” mug or a novelty All Might pen and gives it to you with a proud grin like it’s worth a million dollars.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … over-explains everything—how to cross the street, how to make tea, how to lock the door—because what if something happens when he’s not there?

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … calls everything you do a “plus ultra effort.ᐟ” even when it’s just folding laundry or remembering to feed the pet.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … makes awkward dad jokes, gives clumsy hugs, and still looks at you like you’re his greatest hero he’s ever known.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … gets confused by apps and emojis but still texts you every night with a “Sleep well.ᐟ.ᐟ💪💤” because that’s what dads are supposed to do.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … tells you he’s proud of you even when you fail. Especially when you fail. Because that’s when he knows you need it most.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … tries to give you space but always knocks gently on your door when it’s been too quiet for too long, just to ask, “Everything okay in there?”

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … can’t carry the weight of the world anymore—but would still try if it meant keeping you safe. You’re his whole world.

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⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … greets you every morning with “RISE AND SHINE, SUNSHINE.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ” at full volume and somehow still means it genuinely.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … cries at every graduation, every birthday, every moment you even slightly grow up—and tries to blame it on allergies every time.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … teaches you how to scream-sing in the car and encourages you to throw up peace signs out the window like you’re in a music video.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … makes you personalized mixtapes titled things like “YOU KICK ASS VOL. 3” and insists they’re medically necessary for confidence.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … makes the worst dad jokes known to man, laughs at them harder than anyone, and then fist bumps you like he just ended world hunger.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … gets genuinely offended when you say you don’t like a band he recommended—but still puts their album in your backpack “just in case you change your mind.”

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … takes you to karaoke nights and gives you the mic during his set just so he can cheer the loudest when you sing.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … says “metal as hell.ᐟ” about your report card, your outfit, your art project, and the way you stood up for someone—even if you stuttered through it.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … is the kind of dad who’d wear matching sunglasses and call you his “number one sidekick” in front of all your friends without shame—and mean it with his whole chest.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … makes noise where silence would do, but goes quiet the second he sees you need space.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … always, always notices.

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⟢Todoroki Enji! who … knocks before entering your room now. Every time. Even when you say it’s okay, he still waits a beat—just to be sure.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … tries to talk about his feelings and ends up handing you a brand-new phone or a limited-edition figure instead, because he doesn’t know the words yet.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … watches you from across the room like he’s waiting for permission to care out loud. Like he’s scared you’ll flinch if he gets too close.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … apologizes through action—drives you to school in silence, makes your favorite dinner and pretends he didn’t google the recipe.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … keeps every crumpled drawing you made as a kid locked away in a desk drawer like it’s sacred. Even the ones where he’s just a stick figure labeled “fire man.ᐟ”

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … doesn’t know how to laugh right yet. But he tries. He tries when you joke with him. He tries when you make fun of his scarf. He tries for you.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … stands in the hallway outside your room for a full minute before knocking, practicing what he wants to say and never quite getting it right.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … tells you “Good work” like it’s the only phrase he knows how to give gently—and it means more than any “I love you” he can’t quite say.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … holds every single mistake like it’s still burning in his hands.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … keeps a photo of you in his wallet—not because he’ll forget your face, but because he’s still learning how to carry you gently.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … once tried to bond by watching your favorite show with you, but sat stiff as a board the entire time and muttered “That’s not how fire works…” every ten minutes.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … doesn’t believe he deserves your love. But still shows up. Every time. With too much food. Too many apologies. And a heart that keeps trying anyway.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … thinks loving you quietly is safer—for both of you.

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⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … always greets you with a “Hey, sunshine.ᐟ” and a bear hug that lasts just long enough to fix your whole day.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … buys your favorite snacks before you even realize you’re upset.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … lets you nap on his stomach while he watches late-night TV with the volume turned down low so you don’t wake up.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … teaches you how to cook not because he expects you to remember it, but because he wants to spend more time with you in any way possible and it just so happens to be the kitchen.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … always walks on the outside of the sidewalk.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … prints out your essays and hangs them on the fridge next to coupons and ramen menus like they’re priceless masterpieces.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … says “I’m proud of you” with zero hesitation, five times a week, in five different ways—because you deserve to hear it until you believe it.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … always has emergency gummies in his jacket pocket like a certified dad doctor.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … makes you hot pot when you’re sick and lets you pick the movie, even if it’s one he’s already seen ten times and cried through twice.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … doesn’t ask what’s wrong—just scoots over on the couch, pats the spot beside him, and says, “You don’t have to talk. Just stay.”

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … keeps tissues, hand warmers, and backup mittens in his bag just in case.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … believes in soft strength. In second chances. In staying. And he never lets you forget that he’s not going anywhere.

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⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … keeps a file on everything you like—books, foods, habits—not because he’s obsessive, but because he doesn’t want to forget the parts of you that matter.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … buys gifts months in advance, wraps them in crisp paper with clean edges, and leaves them on your desk without saying a word. The tag always just says: “For when you need it.”

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … watches over you like a strategist, but listens like someone who’s afraid you’ll vanish mid-sentence.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … adjusts his tie before every parent-teacher meeting, even though he knows the teachers fear him more than you do.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … reads your favorite book quietly on the train to work—dog-ears a page and doesn’t tell you, but quotes it during dinner and watches your face light up.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … doesn’t say “I’m proud of you” until it’s written in the margin of your notebook—faint, small, in blue pen. The kind of ink that fades too fast.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … makes sarcastic comments when you cry so you’ll laugh first. Then passes you a tissue without meeting your eyes.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … never raises his voice, never demands your attention, but always knows when something’s wrong—and always has a solution ready before you ask.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … schedules your dentist appointments months in advance and reminds you the day before with a sticky note shaped like a star. You find it on your toothbrush.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … has exactly five secret inside jokes with you. None of them are funny to anyone else. One of them involves the phrase “statistically speaking” and a very bad drawing of a cat.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … nearly had a heart attack when you once said All Might was kind of overrated. He muttered about “historical revisionism” under his breath for a week.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … can’t protect you from everything—but still tries to plan for the hurt.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … used his quirk on you more than once—just enough to keep the worst parts of the future from touching you. And maybe that’s why, even now, it still feels like he’s here.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … loved you through systems. Through silence. Through certainty. Even after death.

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[the-brainrot-central]

ALRIGHT ENOUGH WAITING, here’s the dumb shit I wrote in my notes app (SOME NSFW WARNING):

* Diavolo is SO cranky and moody it’s AWFUL, like he is just miserable all the way through, but Kira’s doing his best to comfort him and make his life more bearable

* At first he does his best to put up a tough guy act and downplay all his symptoms, cus he doesn’t want to burden Kira, but eventually it’s just too much to handle and he cracks

* Kira doesn’t mind, he wants to take care of diavolo, but he hates seeing him so distraught all the time

* His nausea is pretty rough, at least for the first few months—, Kira does everything he can to make sure he’s comfortable in between bouts of morning sickness—brings him water, cold cloths, blankets, pillow for his knees, etc

* King crimson and killer queen are always there too, so that lightens Kira’s workload a bit

* When he stops trying to be tough Diavolo does nothing but complain. He is just miserable, so miserable, and he doesn’t know how to act like he isnt because it’s exhausting.

* He sleeps a lot, especially in the early months. Kira lowkey feels relieved when he’s sleeping because caring for him is sometimes stressful, as much as he loves him

* Trish is obviously really upset when she sees her dad so miserable, Kira tries to keep her busy and keep her from witnessing the worst of it but she does, and of course she’s concerned, she wants her dad to feel better again

* Some days Diavolo spends all day in bed because he’s just so sick and exhausted, Kira lets him rest and takes Trish to school

* When he’s at his worst sometimes he lashes out at them, he gets really angry and his mood swings are all over the place. Kira tries not to aggravate him but sometimes does anyway

* Diavolo always apologizes afterwards, always feels guilty and starts crying because he’s so emotional and hormonal, he’s rly embarrassed about crying so much (he almost NEVER cries generally speaking, this pregnancy rly changes that lol) but he can’t control it like he used to

* Kira makes all his craving foods, and does his best to accommodate the nausea when it happens—omg Matzah ball soup???? Perhamps…..sprinkles my Jewish on you 🧚‍♀️

* But yeah, sometimes Trish will come up to her dad and try to comfort him, and he’ll just start crying and hug her bc he’s just….feelinh so much, and he hates making her witness his misery

* When he’s in more of a craving phase he wants carbs, lots of carbs, and greasy foods. Any kind of bread, pizza, pasta, lasagna, he wants all of it, and when he’s not nauseous he eats like an absolute hog. Kira’s a bit concerned about how healthy it is for the baby but doesn’t want to put up a fight about it

* His libido starts going crazy around the second trimester, he doesn’t feel ugly yet so him and Kira fuck whenever possible, aka when Trish is not around. Kira still bottoms, but on occasion they switch it up depending on Diavolo’s mood, but generally he still likes to dominate Kira. Kira doesn’t super like giving blow jobs but he knows Diavolo loves getting them, so he’s willing to oblige, esp since he wants to treat him extra well—he is carrying their baby after all, he deserves a special treat. But Diavolo also likes giving Kira blowjobs so they both rly enjoy that together. Diavolo’s cum probably tastes different LMAO, all them hormones and shit—it’s creamy and a little bit sweeter than usual

* Also Diavolo’s prostate is CRAZY sensitive, like he never used to like getting fingered much but now it drives him INSANE, like the orgasms are next level. Kira loves seeing him let himself go and being so happy :) especially with how rough he’s been feeling lately

* Diavolo becomes a total hermit in his third trimester, he’s too ashamed and tired to leave the house. Kira tries to make him go out sometimes bc he knows it’s bad for him to be cooped up all the time, but Diavolo is pretty stubborn. They compromise and agree to go on a walk together around the neighborhood at least once a day, unless if Diavolo is particularly sore, then Kira lets him chill

* Diavolo gets very vivid nightmares, Kira has to calm him down afterwards

* Definitely has some depression, it gets to the point where he has to go on medication, which helps a lot. He was reluctant to do so but Kira wanted him to at least try it, and he was like “ugh fineeeee”

* Besides the carbs and stuff he also liked rich, dark chocolate things, especially with salt on it—can be cake, ice cream, chocolate bar, etc., he just really wants dark chocolate

* And of course pickles dipped in chocolate, classic

* He misses having caffeine so bad, sometimes he’ll have a sip or two of monster energy just to get thru the day…..he can’t resist

Ngl I’m thinking about my Kiraboss domestic au with hypothetical pregnant diavolo again…..someone sent me an ask about it a year ago, and it’s coming back to haunt me…..if anyone’s interested, i might make another headcanons post, just maybe……😈😈😈

Was gonna put Kira laughing maniacally but I found this marvelous gif instead, very cool

[notedchampagne]

hi! ive followed you for your hs art/takes for years and youre my favorite artist! do you have any blog recs for tlt content? im just finishing nona for the first time!

this ask is so kind thank you... thanks for sticking round. ill start off with my partner in torment and eternal hater @thatneoncrisis who has an unstoppable read on the characters + draws them gaystyle and who is currently writing some of my favorite tlt fics alongside @jeejyboard and @griddlebait (i have linked their works here 1 / 2 / 3)

some good tlt artists: @iceboxhag , @catpotion , @tltadventures , @civetside , @cutetanuki-chan , @monakisss , @mirumeni , @pygmypouter , @fawntastic , @addamii , @crandairy-juice . oh i also followed @g1deonthefirst for good tlt posts. and now you have half my following list i hope u enjoy

[lovefortayley]

Getting back to my roots with a Hayley edit. Went in with Fake Happy in mind, then Tell Me How and Misguided Ghosts came on as I was starting. I wanted to do a mask of sorts like the one she has in the Fake Happy MV but I decided to trust the process. Go in blind. I used half of PFA Hayley for a throwback to 2020, lowered the saturation on both pictures with a lyric I had in mind "I can feel my saturation leaving me slowly" from twenty one pilots' song Good Day. Found some cardboard boxes which then gave me the idea of using the shredded pieces of paper to help keep yourself together. Parts of yourself at odds with the other, all out of sorts. Paper ghosts represents some of what you've lost, the plastic skeletons were a silly addition with one wearing a straw hat ready for gardening. Another using glue to hold some of the petals in the armor in place. The Hayley posing at the side nonchalantly as if there's nothing out of the ordinary, faking happy? Maybe. This also comes from how I've felt these last few weeks. Whole but missing something crucial in a few places. Keeping from losing the parts of myself I want safe from the harsh reality of the world. Paramore will forever be my favorite therapist.

[bom-bombon]

For @liverpool-enjoyer

Link to the fic

OMG FINALLY!!! I FINISHED THIS! ANYWAY THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON FOR THE PAST TWO MONTHS-ISH but i think i had the idea for more like 4 months so like,, i think I'm drawing faster! (lies)

So, like, here's the context bc i love yapping, and y'all should know me by now.

A while back (some of the qblrsmp members may remember this), I was following football (soccer) content again because of the euros and Copa América (and my reactions are always the best, ask Jinx). Since tumbIr had that "based on your likes" feature and gives you posts from random ppl you don't follow, it showed me this post (or at least,, i think it was that one ._.), and I thought it was the funniest thing ever. I read that it was part of a fanfic, and omg, i had to read it.

Anyway, as yall can see, it literally changed my brain chemistry; i had to draw like a poster or smth!! I felt it in my heart. I was gonna simply send an ask but i got caught up in the details of the polaroids that it'd be too much for an ask (also idk if an ask lets me send like 10 images) so here i am, making a post!

The full drawings of the polaroids are below the "keep reading" with context and showing who's who

Anyway, here are the actual drawings that make up the poster!! Some of these are straight up from the chapters, so l'Il go over them first.

Messi as a tree for the school play [Link]

Lewy, Pedri, and Ansu Fati all posing together without Gavi bc they forgot about him in the gift shop lol [Link] (i was actually gonna draw them being at the place but at a certain point my eyes burned 😭)

Trent and Robbo dressed as mustards for a Halloween party with Virgil [Link] (honestly, my fav, it's just so goofy)

Now to the non-chapter drawings...

Sergio and Luka slightly based off of this one selfie that the actual dude posted

Lewy and Marco

Finally, Thomas being gifted the Messiest Bitch Award by his bestie Manu, also based off of that one picture taken of him. (i wanted to include an academic award but for the life of me i forgot every single academic award i got so. this was the next best thing.)

And yes, placing Thomas' photo on Marco was on purpose and it HURTED when i had the idea

And that's it!

Thank you for writing this fic, Max 💙❤️and uhhhhhh.......

Visca el Barça :3

[ateohsixxxx]

okay that's it, I'm on my knees, as best I can, I'm trying to keep myself from becoming just a puddle though bc 🥴

please please PLEASE put your gun in my mouth while I do disgusting things for you.

Im begging. I will cry.

fuck I'll do whatever you want me to

just pleassssse 🥺

I would do anything-I would commit atrocities, war crimes, I would destroy cities, i would kill(obviously) for you, I would burn museums, I would crumble empires for the opportunity to put you on your knees.

I want you to taste how recently l've fired it, then I want to degrade you for debasing yourself for a god damn murderer.

You should hate me, yet here you are rubbing your needy cunt on my boot and begging for my strap around the barrel of a loaded gun.

It would be pathetic, if it wasn't so fucking hot.

[kaiser1ns]

WHY IS TUMBLR SO DEAD ??? HELLO HI WHERE ARE Y'ALL ???

[1000sunnygo]

Friendly reminder that the anime is on a break after next week!

Judging from the preview, it seems law vs teach scenes from chapters 1063-64 are crammed into episode 1093. In that case we have to wait until Feb 11th..

At least, we get the episode preview in seven days 🥣

[crowns-of-violets-and-roses]

I can't keep getting away with this.

[furrycyrus]

vote. btw please fucking vote