#-‘ ☁ Stargazer* --— LOVES.

[hisonlykiwi]

"stargazing"

synopsis: you cross paths with the infamous satoru gojo. according to everyone on campus, he is an egotistical, arrogant, reckless, man whore. but after a night out with satoru, he debunks what the rumors say and turns out you two have more in common than you thought.

paring: satoru gojo x reader

wc: 4.4k

warnings: mentions of grief and death

a/n: i actually had so much fun writing about satoru, i'm planning on making this is series heheheh

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“Your turn.” Utahime says, gently shaking your shoulder, interrupting you from your thoughts. You gaze over at the empty wine bottle sitting in the middle of your group of friends. God, what’s with college students and their love for spin the bottle?

You let out a huff in annoyance, “Actually guys, I’m going to go get a drink, I’m not in the mood.” You say, excusing yourself and getting up from the floor. “Booooooring!” You hear Choso say, you shoot him a glare and a middle finger to match.

Not bothering to respond, you exit out of the room and head downstairs. Not in the mood to deal with anyone. Should’ve never come to this stupid party, you thought to yourself. The music is getting louder the closer you approach the stairs, the party downstairs still lively as ever. The faint smell of weed and sweat lingering in the air.

To your luck, there’s a couple eating each other’s faces at the top of the stairs making it hard for anyone to pass them. “Excuse me.” You say, your voice falling short thanks to the blaring music. “Hello? I said excuse me.” You say to the couple. Again, no response. Another sigh escapes your lips, guess it’s a no on getting another drink.

If it was any other day, you would've probably just shoved them out of the way but today has just been fucking exhausting.  Somehow you let your best friend, Utahime, convince you to go to this house party to “take your mind off everything” and frankly, this party was only making everything worse. 

You walk away and wander the hallways of the house instead, it’s probably the biggest house you’ve ever been, to be honest. Who did Utahime say this house belonged to again? Was it Goto? Gejo? Godo? Gojo? Yeah, who knows but whoever it is, that man has exquisite taste.

You make your way over to a door at the end of the very long hallway, there were no people by this side of the house, and it was much quieter than where you were previously. Very much needed. The thought of having some peace and quiet brought some comfort to your aching chest.

To your surprise, the door farthest from the stairs and everyone was open, you made your way in. The room was decorated the same way as the rest of the house. Modern, clean, well decorated. You looked over to your right and spotted a balcony, perfect, you thought to yourself. 

You put your hand on the handle and opened the balcony door, the cool, night breeze hitting your face. It felt… nice. Completely opposite to how you were feeling on the inside. You closed the door behind, there was a table accompanied by two chairs and you decided to take a seat. The music was a distant hum in the background.

You took a deep breath and looked up to the night sky, the stars decorated across the dark sky. The stars were shining so beautifully but there was a particular star, bigger than the others, it almost seemed to be winking at you. You softly smiled to yourself and hugged yourself. 

It’s the 5-year anniversary of your baby sister’s accident and death. Grief is a funny thing; you think the pain is gone and then something as random as washing the dishes will set the emotions off again. You think you’ve moved on because years have passed but grief will keep reaching back and make you feel like drowning all over again and tonight felt like that. 

The lump you had been holding in your throat got bigger and heavier and before you knew it, a small sob escaped your lips and a cascade of tears started to come out. It never gets easier, does it? 

You felt a vibration go off in your pocket, a text from your best friend flashed on the screen of your phone.

Utahime: You okay?

You set the phone down on the table in front of you, not having the energy to text back at the moment. 

“Rough night?” You jumped at the sound of a man a few feet away. Your head felt so full of thoughts and emotions, you hadn’t realized someone had opened the balcony door. 

“Fuck, you scared me.” You say to the man, trying your best to wipe the tears with the sleeve of your shirt. “My apologies, I should’ve announced my presence a little louder.”  The stranger chuckled and put his hands up. You felt him walk towards you, “Here, take this.” You looked up to see the object in his hand, a simple white handkerchief. 

You carefully took the handkerchief from his hands and wiped the rest of your tears before looking back over at him. The stranger stood tall, his white hair illuminating beautifully against the moonlight. 

You let out a slight sniffle before saying “Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else would be here. I just needed to get away from the party for a little.” He takes a seat across from you, “Yeah, tell me about it. There are too many insufferable people attending, anyway.” The stranger says whilst looking up at the night sky, just like how you were doing minutes before.

A silence fell upon you two as you stared at the man, unsure of what to say. His white hair was such a stunning contrast against the dark blue of the night and his bright baby blue eyes that reminded you of your favorite flower, the myosotis scorpioides. 

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.” He said, looking back over at you and meeting your eyes. “Probably not, I hardly go to parties. I’m not sure why I thought tonight was any exception.” You respond to him with a small shrug of your shoulders.

He gives you a soft smile, “I assume the reason was due to peer pressure from people or your friends perhaps?” You stifle a small laugh at his spot-on assumption, “Ding Ding Ding!” His eyes crinkle in amusement and he chuckles slightly “I’m going to take that as a very strong, yes?” 

“You hit the hammer right on the nail, stranger. Were you dragged to the party too?” He looks at the star-littered night sky, the smile on his face never disappearing. “Something like that.” 

Despite his cheerful aura, you couldn’t help but think there was a hidden sadness to him. 

“How about you? Having a rough night too?” You ask him to cause him to let out a snort, “Rough night, rough day, rough life. This time of the year is always quite the hassle for me.” 

“God, tell me about it.” You say with a sigh, thinking of your baby sister. He nods in agreement, tilting his head back slightly and stretching his arms. 

“I’m Satoru, by the way, I don’t think I caught your name?” You say your first name to him, and Satoru cocks his head softly, studying you closely, taking in your features. “Pretty name, it suits you.” 

The loud ringing of your phone startled you, causing you to jump in your seat. You hear a small laugh come from Satoru’s direction. You playfully roll your eyes at him and see Utahime’s name flashed on the caller I.D. 

You: “Hello?” 

Utahime: “Finally! Are you okay? You ran off on us and never responded to my text.”

You: “Yeah, I’m okay, sorry I got caught up talking with a, uh, friend. I’ll come back in a bit.” 

Utahime: “Make it soon because you already missed out on Choso and Nanami smooching.” 

You: “No fucking way! I would’ve pay such good money to have seen that, are you kidding me? Please tell me someone took a picture.”

Utahime: “What kind of best friend do you think I am? You already know I did.”

You: “Of course you did but hey, I’ll text you when I’m on the way back, okay?”

You hung up the phone and apologized to Satoru for taking the call. I’m a friend, hmm?” Satoru smirked over at you. “Shut up, I didn’t know what else to say, I just learned your name two seconds ago.” You playfully respond, crossing your arms over your chest.

 “Well, since we're “friends” now, I believe it is only right for you to ditch this party with me.” He looks amused, “Ditch this party, huh? Now why would I do that?” You say, raising your eyebrows at him. “Because I’m craving something sweet and who else better to go with than with my new friend?” You looked at the time on your phone, “You want to drag me away from this party to go get sweets at… 1 AM?” 

He gives you a small hum and grins. What’s the worst thing that can happen? You’re already having the shittest of days, having a sweet treat with a stranger can’t hurt. After contemplating for a few seconds, you give him a smirk, “You make a hard bargain, Satoru. Lead the way.”

You put the handkerchief Satoru had given you in your pocket and follow behind him. “I’m going to assume you have a place in mind?” Satoru placed his hands in his pockets and continued leading the way out towards the party that was still happening downstairs. “You think I’m going to invite you out to eat and not have a place in mind? C’mon have a little faith in me.” 

His comment had earned a small laugh from you. You kept following close behind him, making sure to not lose him in the sea of people. Not like it’s possible anyway, hard to miss the tall guy with the remarkable white hair. 

You pulled out your phone really quick to shoot Utahime a quick text that you’re leaving. 

You: I’m leaving with a guy named Satoru to go get something to eat really quick. (:

You put the phone back in your pocket and see Satoru glancing back down at you, “Was that your best friend?” He asks, you give him a small nod. Before you realize it, you two have made it outside and you’re in front of a vehicle and a random man is opening the door for you and Satoru?

“Thanks, Ijichi” You hear Satoru say to the man. Satoru turns to you and moves out of the way to let you into the car first. “Thank you.” You say to the man, Ijichi, who was propping the door open for you, and he gives you a smile in return. 

Satoru follows in after you and takes a seat beside you. “You have your own personal driver?” You whisper to him, Satoru chuckles and tilts his head slightly to the side, glancing at you. “I do, it comes with being who I am, but please don’t think of me as some privileged brat.” You have confusion written all over your face, what is he talking about?

“Where to, Mr. Gojo?” You hear the man ask up front. Gojo? Who is Gojo? Satoru responds to him, naming a late-night diner a bunch of the college students from school like to hang out at after they’ve gotten hammered after a night out. Ah, that’s Gojo. You stop, feeling the wheels in your brain turning, wait Gojo? As in?

You felt a vibration coming from your phone and open your phone to see a text back from your best friend. 

Utahime: Satoru? You mean as in, Satoru Gojo? THE ultimate snobby, rich kid whose family owns this house Gojo??

Utahime’s text confirmed your suspicions, holy shit, that was Satoru’s house?

“Heyyy, I’m not snobby.” You hear Satoru playfully scoff beside you who was peering at your phone, “Rich? Filthy. Snobby? Nope.” He continued, popping the P. “Satoru!! That’s an invasion of privacy.” You whine, giving him a playful shove at his shoulder. You lock your phone and put it back in your pocket, making a mental note to text your best friend back. “Not an invasion of privacy if your topic is me.” He gives you a sly smirk. You roll your eyes at his statement.

“Wait wait, let me get this straight, you’re the Gojo I keep hearing things about on campus?” You say, turning your body to face him. “In the flesh, sweetheart.” Satoru responds, he grins widely at the realization on your face. “I’m sure you heard all kinds of things, huh?” He continued, leaning back further in the seat of the car and spreading his legs slightly. Your legs and his almost touching.

You’ve heard so many stories about this Gojo guy, never caring to pay attention or learn who he was but couldn’t help but overhear all the bad stuff people would often say during class, in the library, in the hallways.

“Uh, I’ve heard a couple names being thrown around…?” You nervously say, unsure of how to tell him what you truly have heard. To name a few, Satoru Gojo has been described as a rich, egotistical, arrogant, reckless man whore whose family has given him everything on a silver platter.

He feigns surprise at your words and puts a hand on his chest, he looks at you with a mock-scandalized look. “You’re saying you have no idea how many nasty whispers and rumors there are about me? I’m basically the big bad wolf on campus.” He says in such a sarcastic manner. 

You give him a lighthearted laugh, “I try my best to not listen to the gossip that circles around at school but it’s hard to miss when everyone around you is whispering about the same guy over and over.” He chuckles at your response and crosses one leg over the other, he looks at you with an amused glint in his eyes, he's enjoying himself.

“I don’t even blame you; the rumors are impossible to miss. Believe me, I find it hilarious how absurd some of them can get.” He says with a grin. “It doesn’t bother you?” You curiously ask him, you can’t even fathom what it must be like being in his shoes. You’d probably never show your face in public ever again if you were him. 

“I’d be lying if I said it doesn't irritate me from time to time. It gets pretty annoying when everyone you talk to thinks they know everything about you. But you learn to ignore the majority of it.” He smiles slightly, “I’ve been surrounded by whispers and stares since I was a kid.”

Your heart can’t help but break for him, living a life surrounded in rumors and people talking down on you, cannot be easy but he seems to be doing very well. You reach out and put a hand on his knee and give it a small squeeze, “Despite all those people, you’re still here. You’re showing up and not ducking your head down at the nasty things people say about you. The universe knows if we were to switch places, I would move continents and change my name to never be seen again. You should be proud of yourself, Satoru.” You give him a small smile. 

Satoru's eyes soften and for a small moment he looks over at where you touched him. Something about your words and your gesture set off a warm feeling in his chest. He is quick to compose himself and throws you a smirk, to deflect the feeling that stirred within him. “Careful, I might start getting big headed if you keep complimenting me”

You throw your head back in laughter, “More than it already is?” You quickly respond. He chuckles and shakes his head in amusement. The natural conversation flowing between the both of you is a nice change from the people he interacts with others every day. 

“Well, I mean, we just met, you’re calling me your friend, you’re joining me on a night out and not to mention, you’re holding my knee.” You glanced down at your hand, forgetting you had left it there, quickly removing it and crossing your arms across your chest. A warm blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I was just being nice.” You say, playfully rolling your eyes at him. Satoru watches you for a few moments before he speaks, in a playful, mocking tone. “Aww, is somebody getting flustered? You look a bit red, sweetheart.”

You feel the car come to a complete stop, “You’ve arrived at your destination, Mr. Gojo.” Ijichi states. Thank the heavens above, this conversation was getting a little all too much. 

Satoru exited the car first and you couldn’t help but look at him and feel thankful. His presence is taking your mind off of her. Even though she was still there in the back of your mind… being in Satoru’s presence was comforting.

“Thank you for the ride, sir.” You thanked Satoru’s driver, Ijichi, who was sitting in the driver’s seat. You made your way out of the car, Satoru shutting the door behind you. 

You gaze over to Satoru who is looking down at you. At this angle, standing closer to him and looking up at him, he looks even taller. He put his hands in his pockets and gave you another smirk, “Shall we go, sweetheart?” You gave him a soft smile before sarcastically responding, “After you, “Mr. Gojo.” You say jokingly. 

He laughs in mock-annoyance at your sarcastic response, and he shakes his head, that familiar smirk still in place. “You’re insufferable. And here I am, trying to be a gentleman for you.” He walks ahead of you, following his lead, as he opens the door to the diner. 

“Why thank you, Mr. Gentleman.” You say, giving him a small wink. He lets out a bark of a laugh at your words, he shakes his head and steps inside after holding the door open for you. 

You both placed your orders, you opted for a simple side of French fries and a chocolate milkshake and Satoru a pizookie? You’ve been at the diner a hundred times and weren’t aware what that was or that they even sold them. 

“I can’t believe you’ve never had or heard of a pizookie.” Satoru stares at you in slight disbelief. “I know for a fact you are not acting as if pizookies are a vital part of life.” You say, giving him a deadpan look. “What is it anyways?” Curious as to what it is, it sounds like it wants to be a pizza and a cookie. 

“It is a big ass cookie with vanilla ice cream on top.” He says, you purse your lips in disappointment, “That’s it?” He clutches his chest as if someone had shot him letting out a big gasp, “That’s it?!” He repeats after you. “Pizookie means everything to me, don’t you dare talk down on her.” He half yells, causing some of the workers and some customers to look over at your table. 

You couldn’t hold in your laugh at his pathetic attempt of being mad. “Okay okay, I’m sorry for disrespecting the love of your life. Cross my heart it won’t happen again.” You joke, bowing your head down and putting a hand over your heart. 

Satoru squints his eyes at you with a mockingly unamused look on his face and he lets out a scoff before letting a smile break out on his face. He puts a hand on his chin and hums dramatically as if he’s contemplating if your apology was worthy enough “Hmm, that’s a good start. but I’m sorry to inform you that is not enough” 

Your mouth opens in shock, “What?! My apology was an award-winning apology. It would've had the prophets in awe.”

He crosses his arms, and he fakes disappointment at your words. He shakes his head in disapproval and scoffs at you. “Your ‘award winning apology’ was hardly up to my standards. I think you should apologize once more, and this time with more effort and sincerity” Satoru says with a sly smirk.

Just in time, the waiter brought out the food to your table and you both thanked them. Not breaking eye contact, you continue staring at each other, in some sort of staring contest. Without breaking eye contact he grabs the spoon and successfully puts a spoonful of pizookie in his mouth. He slowly chews the bite, and he looks at you with a smirk, clearly enjoying himself. He swallows the bite, “De-li-cious” he says, sounding out every syllable. 

You picked up a fry from your plate and threw it at him, the fry hitting his cheek. You both are holding back your laughter and Satoru manages to let out, “Excuse me? A fry was thrown at me?” Which was enough to let you both break out in a fit of giggles and laughter, warranting the looks of the people around you, once again, but you didn’t seem to care. 

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“Thank you for the meal.” You say to Satoru as he holds the door open for you. He glances down at you and gives you an amused smile, “Glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. Should’ve believed me when I said pizookies are life changing.” You couldn’t help but let out a scoff at his words, not wanting to say anything to prove he was indeed right.

He steps outside behind you and looks up at the sky momentarily before looking back at you. “Walk with me?” Satoru asks and you give him a simple nod. You follow him and walk alongside him, matching your pace, his footsteps in sync with yours. 

You look up at the night sky, your baby sister crossing your mind once again for the millionth time that night. You let out a small sigh, it was nice being distracted and forgetting about her painful death even if it was just for a fleeting moment. 

Satoru gives you a sidelong glance as you walk in silence for a few brief minutes, a comfortable silence in the air. You sense him looking at you like he wants to say something, but he hesitates, wanting to choose the right moment to speak. 

“Ask.” You softly say to him, his eyes widen slightly and his lips twitch as he looks at you and looking away, clearly surprised that you read him like a book. He gives a small smile before saying, “I was just curious.” He looks at you, as you both walk side to side. You look up at him, letting him know it’s okay to continue.  

He hesitates for a moment before the words leave his mouth, “I’ve been wondering… why did you agree to join me out? I mean, not to sound cocky, but I doubt it was only for my charming personality.” You barked out a laugh at his last comment. 

You pondered your answer for a split second before answering truthfully, “To be honest, I was having a shit night, and you were kind enough to ask me out to have food with you. And I just kind of went along with it, spur of the moment kind of thing.” You gave him a small shrug. 

Satoru lets out a small hum and gives you a small smile, a curious look enters his eye. “Why were you out there anyway?” You tense up for a moment hoping he didn’t notice, “I told you, I was having a shit night and I, uh, could ask you the same thing?” You ask him, trying to dodge his question, scared that once you say the actual reasoning that the water works would start all over again.

He shoots you a sympathetic look as you speak, he seems to notice your change in demeanor, but he doesn’t mention it. “You want the truth?” He stops walking and shoves his hands into his pockets. “My best friend, my one and only best friend…” He cleared his throat before continuing, “It’s the week of his death anniversary.” 

Your heart dropped at his response; eyes widened slightly at his words. The timing of his delivery shocked you to say the least. That was not an answer you were expecting in any means. You take a second to compose yourself, unsure of what to say since you’re dealing with the exact same thing, surprisingly. You let out a small sigh, your tone much softer than it's been the entire night. 

“I-I’m sorry for your loss, Satoru. I shouldn’t have asked, my apologies.” You say to him, not realizing tears started falling to your cheeks. He gazed over at you, his eyes softened at the sight of your tears. You whipped your body around, not wanting Satoru to see you.

There was confusion etched on his face, unsure of what was happening. You started speaking, “I’m sorry, it’s just the timing of the situation.” You looked up at the sky, the bright star you saw earlier blinking at you, again. Taking a deep breath, you continue, “It’s just, uh, today marks the 5-year anniversary since my baby sister’s death…” You choke out a sob.

He stays silent for a moment, taken aback by your words. He didn’t expect that answer, if it was even a possibility at all. He feels a pang of sympathy and sadness form in his chest at your response, knowing the pain is a feeling he knows all too well. 

You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, turning you around slowly. You and Satoru were now facing each other but you didn’t have the energy to look up at him. That’s when you felt his arms wrap around your frame, a sign of relief escaping your lips. 

Satoru held the back of your head with his hand. He knows he should say something, anything, but he doesn’t know what to say that would help either of you. 

You cried in his arms and hugged him tighter, his embrace being the only thing holding you together. It was unexpected but, in this moment, it was everything… 

You gave him a squeeze before pulling away, still standing close to him. Words seemed to fail as you peered up at him through your wet eyelashes. There were tears in his eyes, threatening to fall on his pale cheeks. You both looked at each other, one look saying more than a thousand words. There was a mutual understanding there. He understood your pain and you understood his. 

Satoru breaks the silence, “Today fucking sucked, didn’t it?” You let out a soft chuckle causing a few more tears to spill, “One could definitely say that… but meeting you wasn’t so sucky.” He smiled softly at your words.

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Part 1: .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 💫Constellations of Affection💖.˳·˖✶

☁︎/ pairings: Xavier / fem!reader

☾ / genre: romantic, fluff [sfw, safe for minors]

₊˚ / tags: safe for work, safe for minors, contains swear words, slight flirtations mentioned, fluff, romantic, sweet Xavier, angry Xavier, friendship blossoming, best friends to lovers, slow burn, continuation, fight scene, past relationship turmoil, self-improvement, drowning in work, hectic work life, kisses, hugs, super gentle

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Amidst the whirlwind of a bustling life, I find solace in the unwavering presence of Xavier, my steadfast friend and protector. Despite harbouring feelings for him, I guard my heart, scarred by past relationships. As our bond deepens, I grapple with the desire to reveal my true feelings. Will I find the courage to confront my fears and express my love to Xavier?

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As I pull away from the hug, Xavier's arms remain wrapped around me, holding me close with a tenderness that fills my heart with warmth. His gaze meets mine, and in those kind eyes, I see a reflection of the love and care he has always shown me. "Thank you for staying,” I whisper, my voice barely above a soft murmur, but the sincerity behind the words is unmistakable.

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In the bustling city of Linkon, where neon lights danced upon the urban landscape, I found solace amidst the chaos in the form of Xavier, my steadfast best friend and protector. Xavier, a Deepspace hunter dedicated to protecting civilians like myself from Wanderers, became my protector and confidant after our first encounter on a bridge near Linkon City four years ago. 

Our friendship blossomed from then onwards, where we would escape the confines of our busy lives to gaze upon the stars, lost in the beauty of the night sky. Our nights are often spent together, stargazing from rooftops, sharing our hopes, dreams, and even secrets. Sometimes, Xavier would even take naps on my lap and give me gentle head pats, sending a flutter through my heart. 

Amidst our shared reveries under the celestial canopy, Xavier would playfully bestow upon me various endearing nicknames, but none resonated with me as deeply as being called Princess. Whenever the word slipped from his lips, the sweet and sultry timbre of his voice carried a softness and affection that enveloped me like a comforting embrace—making me feel truly cherished. 

His presence brought a sense of calm amidst the storm of my hectic life, a beacon of light in the darkness of uncertainty. I couldn't help but feel captivated by his mysterious aura, finding him irresistibly charming and attractive.

Yet, despite these intimate moments, our relationship never progresses beyond friendship.

Despite the blossoming of affection within me, I find myself paralysed by the fear of opening my heart once more. The scars of past relationships still linger, casting a shadow of doubt over my longing for something more with Xavier. I tread carefully, concealing the depth of my emotions beneath a carefully crafted facade, praying that Xavier won't decipher the hidden turmoil beneath the surface.

Every interaction with Xavier becomes a delicate balancing act, a choreographed dance of veiled glances and cautious words. I hold my breath, fearing that the slightest slip-up will betray the secret longing I harbor within. 

Yet, with each passing moment in his presence, the yearning to unburden my heart grows stronger, the desire to lay bare my soul to him almost overwhelming.

But the spectre of past heartaches looms large, haunting my every thought and action. I am burdened by the fear of repeating past mistakes, trapped by the dread of disappointment and heartbreak. And so, I remain ensnared in a silent struggle, grappling with the conflicting desires to both reveal and conceal the depths of my heart.

As a dedicated professional in the fast-paced world of the fashion industry, I often find myself immersed in a multitude of responsibilities. My days are characterised by a constant juggle of tasks, from meeting deadlines to surpassing expectations set by clients and colleagues alike. The pace is relentless, with back-to-back meetings, creative brainstorming sessions, and meticulously planned photoshoots demanding my unwavering focus and dedication.

Despite the chaotic nature of my professional life, Xavier remains a steadfast and unwavering source of support. His presence serves as a calming anchor amidst the turbulent waters of my daily routine. Whether it's offering a sympathetic ear during moments of stress or providing a reassuring smile to lift my spirits, his unwavering support is a beacon of light in the midst of my busiest days.

Xavier often frequented my apartment, and during moments of respite, I eagerly seized the opportunity to unveil my creations to him, transforming our time together into impromptu fashion shows. With each meticulously crafted garment, I sensed a subtle tension electrifying the air between us, prompting me to ponder whether it was merely the allure of the dresses drawing us closer or the unspoken emotions simmering beneath the surface.

There was a particular allure about skirts that seemed to captivate Xavier's attention. I recall one instance when I slipped into a mini skirt, his eyes lighting up with unmistakable admiration.

His excitement was palpable, and he couldn't contain his enthusiasm, clapping his hands in delight. Even as I changed into another outfit, he couldn't seem to shake the image from his mind, insisting that I don the mini skirt again for a closer look.

A mischievous spark ignited within me, nudging me to flirt back with him. Succumbing to both his charm and my own playful inclinations, I obliged, slipping back into the mini skirt and performing a slow spin that allowed him to drink in every detail.

As I stood before him, adorned in the mini skirt, I could feel his gaze lingering on me, his breath caught in awe. It was as though in that moment, the fabric of the skirt became a conduit for unspoken desires, weaving a silent narrative of longing and admiration between us. With a coy smile, I couldn't resist teasing him, suggesting that perhaps he was too enamoured with the mini skirt.

The tension between us felt noticeable, and I sought refuge in the familiarity of casual attire, hoping to diffuse the charged atmosphere and regain a sense of normalcy—though deep down, I secretly relished the idea of indulging his request.

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Sometimes, after particularly hectic days at the office, Xavier kindly offers to give me a lift, his bike a welcome respite from the chaos of my workday. Even on days when Xavier himself seems exhausted, he always maintains a vigilant watch on the road, ensuring our safety as we navigate the bustling city streets together. 

Sensitive to my needs, Xavier never rides too fast, understanding my tendency to experience motion sickness. This consideration speaks volumes about his thoughtfulness and care, as he ensures our mode of transportation aligns with my comfort, sparing me the discomfort that often accompanies other forms of travel such as cars or taxis. Hence, I usually prefer taking the train—it offers a more stable and soothing journey, allowing me to arrive at our destination feeling relaxed and without any adverse effects. 

Despite the occasional setbacks, our bond only grew stronger, anchored by shared moments of laughter and quiet contemplation beneath the twinkling city lights. 

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It was on one such evening, as we lay side by side on the rooftop of my apartment building, that Xavier posed a question that caught me off guard. He lay beside me, his thoughts growing louder with each passing moment.

"Can I ask you a question? What do you think of me?" His words hung in the air, laden with unspoken meaning, and I felt my heart race with uncertainty. His eyes danced in the moonlight, a shimmering reflection of his soul, seeking answers within the depths of mine. Caught off guard by his sudden inquiry, I searched for the right words to convey the depth of my feelings for him. But as I stumbled over my response, I found myself unable to articulate the truth that lay buried within my heart.

"Honestly?" I began, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “I think you're… amazing.” A nervous laugh escaped my lips as I struggled to find the right words. "Your selflessness, your love for animals, and your unwavering presence shines through in every action... whether it's kindness or lending a helping hand to a friend in need. You're a rare gem in a world full of ordinary stones, and I cherish every moment we spend together. 

Everything about you is so ho-“ I stuttered, the word "hot" lingering on the tip of my tongue, before quickly correcting myself. "Cool. Everything about you is cool. It's one of the many reasons why I admire you so deeply and… I’m really proud to call you my best friend.”

As I awaited Xavier's response, a wave of apprehension washed over me, my mind swirling with doubts and insecurities. But before I could question his reaction, he deftly changed the subject. "Haha," he chuckled softly, his words masking the disappointment that flickered in his eyes. "Best friend... I see," he echoed, his tone carrying a hint of resignation. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of his words.

What was that. What is going on? Was I simply reading too much into it—into his reaction? Before I could seek clarification, Xavier changed the subject, his bright facade masking turmoil within.

"Let's go! It's getting late. I’m getting sleepy already," he remarked with a fake yawn, his voice cheerful despite the underlying tension between us. I nodded, the faint rumble of approaching trains echoing through the station, heightening the urgency in his words. As we boarded the train together, the worn fabric seats welcomed us with a familiar embrace, their faded texture a testament to years of commuter traffic. 

Xavier settled beside me, his presence comforting yet unnerving in the dimly lit carriage. I stole a glance at his reflection in the window, the soft hum of the train's engine creating a cocoon of sound around us. He rested his head on my shoulder, his breaths steady and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me.

What did he mean by ‘Best friend…I see’? The question echoed in my mind, refusing to be silenced as I grappled with the uncertainty of our relationship. Did he also see me as more than just a friend? Or was I simply projecting my own desires onto a friendship that was never meant to be anything more?

The weight of my thoughts pressed heavily upon me as I journeyed home, the rhythmic sound of the train's wheels against the tracks serving as a backdrop to my inner turmoil. I wanted so desperately to reach out to Xavier, to confess the depth of my feelings for him, but the fear of rejection held me back, chaining me to the confines of my own insecurities.

And so, as the train rumbled onward into the night, I was left alone with my thoughts, grappling with the uncertainty of what tomorrow might bring. For better or for worse, Xavier had become an indelible part of my life, his presence shaping my world in ways I had never imagined possible. 

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That night, as I lay on my bed, memories of my past relationship flooded my mind like an unwelcome torrent. Two years spent together, believing we were destined to be each other's forever, shattered in an instant when my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my own best friend. Every whispered secret, every shared laugh, now tainted with the sting of betrayal—an irreparable fracture.

The bitter taste of betrayal tainted my perception of love, leaving me disillusioned and wary of entering another relationship.

My days became a relentless cycle of pushing myself to the limit, both physically and mentally. Yet, despite my outward transformation, the pain of betrayal lingered like a stubborn shadow, threatening to consume me at every turn. That day, I found myself unable to hold back the tears as they streamed down my face upon discovering the truth, each drop a poignant reflection of the depth of my heartache.

To escape the tormenting memories, I buried myself in work, immersing myself in tasks and projects with unwavering determination. I also poured my energy into crafting my own set of outfits as a hobby. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, the ache of heartbreak remained a constant companion—a haunting reminder of the love lost and the trust shattered.

Yet, just when hope seemed all but lost, a flicker of light appeared on the horizon. That is, a year after the devastation of my past, I met Xavier. His presence breathed new life into my world, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of my despair. Little did I know, he would become the beacon of love and healing that I had long believed to be lost.

As I pondered back to Xavier's words, my eyelids grew heavy with fatigue. Soon, I surrendered to the embrace of sleep, diving into its depths.

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Ever since then, life became a whirlpool—sucking me into its chaotic currents. It's my typical coping mechanism to bury myself in work, a futile attempt to escape thoughts of Xavier. Days blurred into nights filled with endless work and overtime, a relentless cycle that offered temporary distraction. Then, amidst the hustle, a familiar ping broke through the monotony—a text from Xavier. ‘Princess. U busy? I’m craving for soba noodles suddenly. Wanna eat 2gt?' his messages popped up one by one. Again, his simple words stirred a flutter of emotions within me, and I couldn't help but blush.

Xavier's persistent attempts to meet up tugged at my heartstrings, but I resisted, afraid to deepen my feelings for him and disrupt the delicate balance of our relationship. ‘Kinda tired tonight. Another day okie? Sorry🤍’, I replied, my fingers tapping out the message with a weariness that mirrored my exhaustion. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me as I left the office well past midnight. 

The city streets, usually bustling with life, now felt eerily deserted as I made my way to the train station. Boarding the train homeward, fatigue threatened to pull me into slumber. The train's bell-like chime jolted me awake as it announced my stop, piercing through the haze of fatigue that clouded my mind.

I alighted at my stop, the deserted train station casting eerie shadows in the late-night silence. Each step echoed off the empty walls, my weariness dragging me down like an anchor as I trudged wearily up the stairs. Thoughts raced through my mind, a tumultuous whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling in the darkness of the night.

As I ascended to the top of the stairs, exhaustion bore down on my shoulders, threatening to engulf me. Abruptly, a figure emerged from the shadows, jolting me out of my reverie. Before I could react, we collided.

Nearly stumbling backward, my heart raced in my chest as I struggled to comprehend the situation. With a shaky hand, I reached out to steady myself against the railing. "Watch where you're going, dumbass.” The harshness of this rugged-looking stranger voice pierced the stillness, stirring a knot of anxiety in my stomach. It was a jarring encounter, snapping me out of my tired stupor and reminding me of the harsh realities of the world outside my bubble of work and avoidance.

“I’m so sor-“, my voice trailed off. As I strained to identify the source of the voice, a sense of dread crept over me. The intonation, the cadence—it all felt uncomfortably familiar. Oh no. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I peered closer, and there he was: Leon, his presence like a ghost from my past, haunting me in the dead of night. 

For a moment, I was frozen in shock, unable to comprehend how our paths had crossed again after all these years. But then, as his words registered in my mind, I felt a surge of anger rising within me, pushing aside the fear that threatened to consume me. “Wait… (your name), is that you?” Leon's voice cut through the tension, his tone filled with surprise and a hint of uncertainty. "Leon," I replied, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Trying to ease the tension, I added, “I almost didn’t recognise you.”

But before he could answer, his demeanour shifted, his eyes softening with an emotion I couldn't quite place. “(Your name)…” he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry." His unexpected apology caught me off guard, momentarily halting my rising fury. But as I struggled to process his sudden change in attitude, he reached out to grab both my arms, his presence, like a repulsive chill, sent waves of disgust through me.

“It’s been years and I still miss you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can't we just talk?"

I recoiled at his touch, feeling repulsed by the memories of our tumultuous past flooding back. "No," I said firmly, my voice edged with apprehension. "We can't." But as I attempted to pull away, his grip tightened like a vice, his fingers digging into my skin with a disturbing intensity. "Please," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation and a hint of madness. "I really miss you."

In that moment, panic flooded through me, memories of past betrayal threatening to overwhelm once again as I attempted to break free from his touch. Leon's expression turned aggressive, his grip tightening on my arms as I struggled to break free. I attempted to flee from his grasp, but he wouldn’t relent. 

Leon's voice erupted into a furious crescendo, each word dripping with venomous anger. "Bitch! You think you're hot shit now? Who are you fucking now, huh?” His aggressive tone sent shockwaves of fear coursing through me, urging me to escape his tightening grip. Desperation clawed at my mind as I screamed for help, the haunting memories of our tumultuous past intensifying the terror of the present moment.

Summoning a surge of determination, I gathered every ounce of resolve within me, channeling it into a fierce effort to break free from Leon's suffocating grip. With a desperate lunge, I wrenched myself from his grasp, feeling the weight of his hold relinquish as I staggered downward, my heart pounding with the urgency of escape.

The reverberation of my voice in the desolate station amplified the intensity of my fear. I struggled against Leon's vice-like grip, panic coursing through me as I frantically scanned the empty surroundings for any sign of assistance. Yet, the late hour rendered the station eerily deserted, devoid of any potential saviours. In the grip of terror, my thoughts instinctively turned to Xavier, the one person I yearned to have by my side in that moment. The memory of his unwavering strength and protective presence ignited a flicker of courage within me. Drawing upon every ounce of resolve, I broke free from Leon's grasp, staggering backward in a desperate bid for escape.

“Get away from me!" I cried out, my voice trembling with a potent mix of fear and fury. As I darted up the stairs to get to the street and find help, my heart pounding in my ears, Leon's menacing presence loomed behind me. With a sudden, forceful movement, he seized hold of my hair, his grip unyielding and merciless—anchoring me to the ground with a jolt of pain and terror.

I found myself sprawled on the unforgiving ground, my arms instinctively forming a feeble barrier against Leon's relentless assault. With every ounce of determination I could muster, I unleashed a powerful kick aimed squarely at his groin. The impact sent shockwaves of pain through his body, doubling him over in agony, his knees crashing to the ground as a guttural cry escaped his lips.

Despite the adrenaline-fueled panic coursing through my veins and the tremors that racked my body, I persisted in my struggle against him, each futile attempt to break free intensifying the sense of desperation and urgency in the air.

Leon's face contorted into a menacing snarl as he regained his composure. He lunged towards me once more, but before he could reach me, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Xavier. With his imposing presence and determined stance, Xavier swiftly intercepted, closing the distance between us and Leon with remarkable speed. Without hesitation, he delivered a powerful punch to my attacker—his silhouette blurring with the force of his strike.

His usually gentle gaze now burned with an intense darkness as he confronted Leon, ready to protect me at all costs. 

“Fucking coward,” Xavier spat, his eyes blazing with anger as he delivered another forceful blow to Leon's face. “Don’t you fucking dare lay a finger on her again.” With each punch, Xavier's resolve only seemed to strengthen, his determination to defend me evident in the unwavering force behind his blows.

Xavier subdued Leon with practiced ease, pinning him to the ground. The weight of his authority was palpable in the air.

As Xavier continued to rain down blows upon Leon, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoed in the dimly lit space. It punctuated the tension with each impactful strike. It was a visceral dance of justice against brutality, a raw display of Xavier's resolve to protect me. The sight of Leon, bloodied and bruised, bore witness to Xavier's unwavering commitment to my safety.

Never before had I seen Xavier so consumed by rage. It was as though he had transformed into an entirely different person, his usual calm demeanour replaced by a ferocity that I had never witnessed before.

Leon, now all bloodied up, stared up at Xavier in shock and disbelief. His bravado shattered by the force of Xavier's righteous fury.

“If you’re anywhere near her or touch her again, I’m gonna make sure you won’t see the daylight,” Xavier warned, his voice carrying the weight of his conviction, leaving no room for doubt or negotiation.

With fear etched on his face, Leon scrambled to his feet and bolted in the opposite direction as fast as his legs could carry him.

With Leon's retreat, the tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a heavy silence broken only by the faint sounds of the night. Xavier's gaze lingered on the spot where Leon had stood, his expression a mix of resolve and concern.

Turning towards me, his face a portrait of pure concern, I could still see the remnants of his earlier anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Are you hurt?" Xavier's voice softened with genuine concern as he focused his attention on me, his hand reaching out to gently cradle my cheek. His touch was warm against my skin, a soothing balm to the chaos that had unfolded moments before. I shook my head, my breaths ragged as I leaned against the solid cement pillar for support. As I attempted to rise, Xavier's reassuring presence steadied me, his strong arms providing stability. Gratitude flooded through me, knowing that once again, Xavier had rushed to my aid, much like that pivotal night at the bridge.

"Thank you… Xav," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with emotion as I met his gaze. "How did you know where I was?" I asked, my heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. Xavier's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and concern. "I was worried about you," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm, a comforting hand supporting my back. “I just had a feeling something wasn't right, so I wanted to check on you. I'm relieved I found you when I did."

Despite the lingering rush of adrenaline, I found solace in Xavier's protective presence and his timely intervention.

Xavier's eyes scanned my face, his brow furrowed with genuine worry as he assessed my injuries. "We need to make sure you're alright," he insisted softly, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. Taking my hand in his, he effortlessly hoisted me onto his back, his actions speaking volumes about his commitment to my well-being. As we hurried through the quiet night together, Xavier bearing my weight, a sense of security enveloped me in his embrace. Despite the lingering fear and uncertainty, I found solace in relying on him for support, grateful for his unwavering strength and care.

"I can walk just fine, you know... You don’t have to carry me," I admitted sheepishly, a blush tinting my cheeks as I acknowledged my dependency, my face nestled between his shoulder and neck. Xavier's gaze shifted slightly as he turned his head, locking eyes with me in a reassuring manner. "I want to make sure you receive proper care. We're heading to the hospital to have your injuries checked," he explained calmly, his voice filled with determination to ensure my well-being.

“You’re so dramatic, it’s just a scratch!” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Xavier sighed and replied, "Ok fine, but let’s at least go to the nearby clinic?" I nodded in agreement, grateful for his compromise and his insistence on ensuring my well-being.

With each step, his purposeful stride conveyed his unwavering resolve to take care of me, easing my apprehension about seeking medical attention. The cool night air enveloped us as we moved forward, Xavier's presence providing a comforting shield against the uncertainty that lingered in the darkness.

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After receiving care and ointments from the clinic, Xavier accompanies me all the way back to my apartment, ensuring my safety with his tender manner and attentive care. With each step, his strength supports me, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling storm of emotions within me. As he guides me through the door, his touch is reassuring, grounding me in the reality of his protective embrace.

Once inside, Xavier assists me in removing my shoes and leads me to my bedroom with a confident, fluid grace. As he settles me onto the bed, his expression shifts between concern and determination, evident in the focused way he prepares to apply the ointment to my scratch.

"Wait," I interject, sitting up. "I'd like to shower first. I don't feel comfortable resting on my bed in my outside clothes."

Xavier nods understandingly, his eyes reflecting his unwavering support. "Of course. Would you like me to leave then?" he asks, gesturing towards the door with a gentle motion.

I pause, considering how to express my desire for his company. However, honesty prevails in my mind. “No, please stay," I reply, grateful for his presence. "Could you help me blow dry my hair after?" Xavier's surprise is evident, but a soft smile graces his lips as he realises I trust him enough to ask for his assistance. "Of course," he says, his voice warm with reassurance.

Stepping into the shower, the warm water envelops me in a comforting embrace. Thoughts of Xavier flood my mind, his timely arrival a beacon of hope in my darkest moment. Gratitude swells within me for his unwavering support, though questions about how he found me linger in the recesses of my mind.

Once refreshed and renewed, I search for Xavier and find him peacefully asleep on my couch. Bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, his expression is serene, imbuing the room with a sense of calm. Drawing closer, I marvel at the tranquility that surrounds him, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm in the stillness of the night.

Studying his features, I notice the gentle fall of his hair and the subtle curve of his lips softened in slumber. A small leaf rests atop his head, a whimsical detail that brings a smile to my lips. As I reach out to remove it, a droplet of water from my hair lands on his chest, causing him to stir and awaken.

Xavier blinks sleepily, his gaze softening with warmth as he focuses on me. “I-I’m sorry!” I stammer, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. "I didn't mean to disturb your sleep. There was a leaf on your head, and I simply wanted to remove it. Look!” I explain, holding up the leaf as evidence. He chuckles softly, the sound carrying a warmth that melts away any lingering tension.

"It's okay," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress, softened by the lingering tendrils of sleep, yet resonating with a sincerity that soothes my unease. As he unfurls from his slumber-induced cocoon, the fabric of his shirt tautens, tracing the contours of his toned abdomen with a subtle grace. A delicate flush of warmth blossoms across my cheeks, suffusing them with a soft, ethereal glow, like the first blush of dawn.

With a quiet determination, Xavier rises to his feet, a stalwart figure against the backdrop of uncertainty. The ointment, a healing elixir, already nestled in his hand, ready to tend to the tender wounds etched upon my skin. His touch is gentle yet purposeful, each movement deliberate as he tends to my grazed cheek and elbows, a silent vow of protection and care woven into his actions.

“Now, where can I find your hair dryer?” Xavier asks, his eagerness evident in the sparkle of his eyes and the gentle curve of his lips. The dim light of the room casts soft shadows across his features, adding to his allure as he waits patiently for my response.

Guiding him to the location of my hair dryer, I make my way to the kitchen to prepare some refreshments. The aroma of chocolate muffins wafts through the air as they warm up in the oven, filling the kitchen with a tantalising scent. Meanwhile, I carefully brew a fragrant cup of green tea, the steam rising gently from the cup as it steepens.

Returning to my room with the refreshments in hand, I find Xavier already waiting. With a warm smile, I place the food and drink on my side table, gesturing for him to sit on my dressing stool while I settle onto the bed beside him. As he inspects the wetness of my hair, I can't help but notice the soft glow of the streetlights seeping through the window, casting a tranquil ambiance over the room.

Handing him the hair dryer, I set it to medium heat and watch as Xavier meticulously blow-dries my hair with the brush I provided. Each movement is executed with care and tenderness, his focused attention ensuring my comfort throughout the process. Xavier playfully teases me about the small leaf in his hair, insisting I placed it there, to which I respond with mock offense, playfully stuffing a chocolate muffin into his mouth. Laughter fills the room, muffled by the treat, as we enjoy this lighthearted moment together.

“All done,” Xavier announces with a smile as he switches off the hair dryer. 

Throughout the interaction, I can't help but feel a sense of warmth and affection for Xavier, grateful for his unwavering support and the comfort of his presence. The glimmer of streetlights seeps through the window, casting a soft glow on Xavier's features, particularly his blue eyes. In that moment, a tranquil stillness envelops my apartment.

As the sound of the hair dryer fades, I rise from my stool and move towards Xavier, who remains seated on my bed. I wrap my arms around him in a heartfelt embrace, my gratitude overflowing for his timely rescue. Overwhelmed by my emotions, I surrender to the warmth of the moment with Xavier. With a gentle kiss planted on his cheek, I convey the depth of my appreciation, cherishing this intimate connection between us.

As I pull away from the hug, Xavier's arms remain wrapped around me, holding me close with a tenderness that fills my heart with warmth. His gaze meets mine, and in those kind eyes, I see a reflection of the love and care he has always shown me. "Thank you for staying,” I whisper, my voice barely above a soft murmur, but the sincerity behind the words is unmistakable.

Xavier's warm smile softens his features, his eyes brimming with tenderness as he gently reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. "Princess, from this moment forward, I vow to protect you wherever life may lead," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody that brings peace to my soul. Nestled in our peaceful embrace, cocooned in warmth and affection, I realise the depth of the bond between us. This connection is precious, a beacon of light in the darkness of uncertainty. 

With a contented sigh, I nuzzle closer to Xavier, guiding his head to rest on my chest, where he finds solace in the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. His arms around me are a sanctuary, offering solace and comfort in a world of chaos. And in that moment, I know with unwavering certainty that I am exactly where I belong. 

Moved by the depth of my emotions, I lift Xavier’s head to meet my gaze, cupping his chin with my hand, and without a word, I press my lips softly against his, sealing our love with a tender kiss. It's a simple gesture, yet it speaks volumes, expressing all the love and gratitude that fills my heart. As our kiss deepens, I feel a sense of completeness wash over me, as if I've finally found my home in Xavier's embrace.

Reluctantly parting, breathless and exhilarated, a sparkle in Xavier's eyes reflects the emotions swirling within my own heart. In the lingering sweetness of our embrace, I know that our love will endure, steadfast and true, through every twist and turn that life may bring.

—by prettyobsessed⋆˚✿˖°

Editor’s note: So sorry! Work has been so hectic, but I hope this piece that I wrote will make your heart flutter♡

It’s for my Xavier gurlies; those who love his gentle side. Will Part 2 show more of a darker side to him? Stay tuned! For a bad boy Xavier ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧

On a side, side note: I realise I enjoy writing slow burn scenarios. Do you guys prefer a fast-paced one instead? Feel free to let me know!

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[anomaly-076]

Going on a date w/ Tkdb teachers

♦ I don't think I've seen anything related to the professors during my time lurking around in the tags, which is kinda a shame, so here's some love for our wacky adults :D ♦

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The Chancellor

(Ik he looks like a kid, but he literally has a son if I remember correctly)

Even with how busy Cornelius usually is, if he likes you he'll find a way to squeeze you into his agenda

It's either a lunch date during his hour or so that he has for a lunch break

Or a dinner date after which he'll have more freedom to also do something else with you

Like stargazing

Idk why but Cornelius strikes me as the one to love stargazing

Sadly, you can't be up for too long though, since he has to wake up early to work again

But the next day, one of the mail cats drops by with a rose and a note thanking you for a nice evening and invitation to meet with him for lunch

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Professor Dante

Not really a date, but more of a parallel reading session in Dante's private library

He's already there when you knock on the door, beckoning you to enter the room so eh doesn't have to open the door for you

If you want, you two can snuggle up on a sofa that's in the library and he'll read some classical literature book to you

Once your relationship progresses further, Dante wouldn't be against laying his head on your lap while you read to him

He might fall asleep each time, but how can you blame him?

Your voice is so soothing and your lap is so comfortable

Only when the two of you are alone, he's able to fully relax

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Professor Hyde

Clueless idiot alert!

Huh? Him asking you out on a date? That's ridiculous! Unless....?

If he somehow manages to ask you out in person and not via a note hidden in one of your books, his whole face is red to the very tips of his white hair

Takes you out for crepes or something

It has to be something simple

Something that doesn't scream 'date'

You're just two colleagues trying out the new ice cream stand since few of your students talked about it, haha... right?

Prepare to be the first one to initiate everything in the relationship and even then, Hyde is flustered mess

But don't you dare mentioning any of that to his other colleagues or even Sho!

Hyde definitely doesn't get all red just from holding hands or when you peck him on the cheek!

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Professor Moby

The sole reason for how I came up with this idea

I can just imagine Moby trying so hard to make up with his behavior for the fact that the place he took you is a very cheap 2* diner that may or may not have a bit of a mice problem

Worry not! All six of his remaining tentacles will make sure no little critter will get into your food!

He feels very guilty to drag you to such place, but it's the best he can afford

And no, he will not let you pay for yourself so you can eat somewhere better

What gentleman would make you pay on a date he invited you to?

After that mice fiasco, he'll try to find different places you two can enjoy yourselves

Like a walk in the park! That doesn't cost anything and is nice to get to know your date

Maybe, once he manages to find a way to feed The Chancellors cats without getting attacked, he'll be able to buy you a snack or something!

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Professor Nicolas

Talk about busy

Nicolas barely has a time for himself while managing the hospital

If it weren't for Yuri and Jiro, he wouldn't even be able to get any sleep

So instead of dates, you usually just bring him lunch and eat it together in his office

Sometimes, if you don't happen to have a lesson to teach, you're helping him out

By some point, you've learned so much, that you're able to get qualified as a nurse

You don't have to, but it would help Mortkranken a lot to have another person on their team

Plus you could spend more time with him that way

But he insists, that you really don't have to and if you want to spend more time with him, he'll try to find a different way

[yeonju-nymphea]

⋆☁˚ bottle episode | c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader. genre: fluff. wc: 1k. warnings: mentions of food and poop

summary: home is where the heart is. sometimes that home is shared with others.

"Oh, sorry, " The loud creaks of the rooftop door almost drowns out their voice, "I didn't think anyone would be up here." 

Beomgyu turned around and there you were, dressed in what you would call your most unflattering outfit, even if Beomgyu would argue otherwise. But, before he could say anything back, you disappeared. The sound of your footsteps faint, almost undetectable, yet Beomgyu's ears were ringing at the sound.

Beomgyu doesn't believe in love at first sight, but if he did, that was the moment he knew that he would do anything to be madly and deeply in love with you. Ever since seeing you in the harsh backlighting of the stairwell, he couldn't get you out of his mind.

Finding himself gravitating towards the rooftop more and more, in hopes that he'll run into you up there. The rooftop became his third home, the first and second being his apartment a few floors down and his best friends.

Months and months past, and Beomgyu would find himself going up there whenever his schedule permitted it, sitting at the dingy patio set he found and cleaned up at the roof, surrounded by the sounds of city night life, basking in the light of the stars above him, and in the company of the plants he brought up; the whole universe embracing him in its arms. 

The rooftop, unbeknownst to Beomgyu, had a second resident. Someone who found the old patio set and brought it up there, someone who watered the plants that they assumed their owner had abandoned, and someone who couldn't get the muffled sound of the man strumming his guitar through the doorway.

You had wished you didn't run away so fast, but now found yourself unable to stop thinking about the red-haired man whose voice you have never heard. And even though it has been months since you've run into him, you found yourself going back towards the rooftop. Praying to the universe, maybe this time I'll see him again; and until the universe answers your prayers, you'll continue to make the roof your home. 

"This is my favorite place in the whole world!" Beomgyu exclaimed. His hair wasn't red anymore, recently dyed brown. And there, following him close behind in complete awe, the rooftop's 2nd resident. 

"This is your favorite place?" To which Beomgyu nodded, the excitement almost radiating off of him.

"Look, there's my plants," he points to the 2 plants you've been watering, "Thursday and Sputnik, I'm usually not good with keeping plants alive but somehow these 2 lived. Here, if you stand right here you can get a great view of-"

You let Beomgyu ramble on. You met him 2 months ago, he was friends with your best friend's cousin, around the time you gave up hope on the red-haired man on the roof, and yet he was the man you were looking for this entire time. Funny. You start laughing to yourself.

"-if the time's right the stars seem a little bit brighter up here." He pauses as he hears your laughter and turns to grab your arms, "what's so funny?"

"You know that's my patio set, I found it at a garage sale. I think Thursday and Sputnik like it."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Beomgyu's excitement turned to confusion.

"And if you look right over there, you can see the fountain. It's pretty late so you'll think no one would be over there, but this one couple goes by the fountain every week to stargaze." You take a glance over to Beomgyu. You can see his eyes darting around as he's trying to understand what you said to him. "Beomgyu, I'm the one that's been watering Thursday and Sputnik. I'm also guessing you're the red-haired man I ran into when I first moved here."

It all clicked. "You were wearing a hoodie with Robert Patterson on it right?"

The rooftop quickly jumped Beomgyu's list, from his 3rd home to his 2nd.

A secret sanctuary and neither of its residents dared to share it with anyone else. You guys did everything up there. You built Lego flowers, made pillow forts, ate takeout from the restaurant across the street. You celebrated everything and anything you could up there.

~

"Happy birthday to you!" Beomgyu grabs Robert and gives him a kiss right on his forehead as he squeezes him a little too tightly.

"Beomgyu stop! You're hurting him!" You quickly tug Robert out of his grip. "My poor Robert, being abused by his aggressive dad."

Beomgyu softly taps Robert's stuffed duck head, "It's okay Robert told me he likes tight hugs."

~

Confetti showers you as you open up the rooftop door, and you're greeted to the sight of Beomgyu holding out a bunch of brown balloons.

"What's all this for?" You ask, grabbing the balloons as Beomgyu starts to struggle to put a party hat, also brown, on you.

"You pooped today!" Beomgyu's excitement is comical.

"This is for my poop?"

"You've been constipated for a week, I think this is a perfect time to celebrate." The patio table was covered in food and treats, a lot of cheeses, spicy ramen, and takeout from the curry restaurant that always makes you poop.

~

Beomgyu blows out the candles on his cake. "Congrats on Masters," it said. The rooftop, now decorated with fairy lights and lanterns, was covered with pictures of League of Legends Champions, printed from a printer that desperately needs a new cartridge.

"Thank you so much," Beomgyu pulls you into a hug, one as tight as the one he gave Robert on his birthday, "You really didn't have to do this."

"You've been staying up all night for weeks trying to climb, of course we were gonna celebrate it." Reassuring Beomgyu that this isn't a stupid celebration to have.

Of course, it was a stupid celebration to have. But as long as you were celebrating together, all the stupid things don't feel so stupid. The stupid little rooftop the both of you put your entire hearts into for months.

It was your home.

The multiple plants you guys take care of together(Beomgyu isn't very good at watering them), the pieces of random decorations and furniture you left up there(2 chairs covered in a Twilight blanket and pillows you treat as your sofa), and the photo album, almost bursting with the number of photos you guys have taken up there.

Eventually, both of your leases end, and with that ends the time you shared on the rooftop. All of the stupid celebrations you've had, people watching, stargazing, movie binges; left as a fond memory of the rooftop you two shared. The rooftop was now empty. To the innocent bystander it seemed like nothing happened up there, it just always the old dingy rooftop of an overpriced apartment building.

But to the rooftop's couple, it was the best story they have could ever told.

[van-yangyin]

BOLD THE FACTS tag

I was tagged by @honeybeenrw 💗💗 Thank you so much for your tag itseems a really fun game 💗

The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Then I'm going to do this with "Luxie Ruín" to start with someone different this time

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate/ sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified (passed with honors, villainy, at university) / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (in fact exhibits a tomb in front of her little blue house) / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist (she only has faith on his creator) / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / spiritual ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious (loves chaos and breaking up couples) ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never (as she's a living automaton doll, she doesn't eat) / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

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This time I would like to tag @lea-heartscxiv, @honeybeenrw, @stargazer-sims, @rentbunny, @pralinesims, @simandy, @the-daydream-archives, @kanonbreakerz and anyone who wants to do it, this is your perfect excuse to consider yourself tagged by me. For those who haven't done it yet, start with OC you're most eager to do. For those of you who have already done it and it's not your first time, continue with the next OC you're most eager to do. However, if you don't feel like doing it, you can feel free not to do it.

[pixel-bloom]

BOLD THE FACTS

The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / close with some sibling(s) but not with other(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable  

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted /in between

♦ disorganized/ organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded /in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient/ impatient / in between

♦ outspoken /reserved / in between

♦ leader/ follower /in between

♦ empathetic/ vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern/ in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured /in between / unknown

♦ loyal/ disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful/ unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no/ don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no/ don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal /in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes /no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual/ homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral/sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female/ agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent /good / moderate/ poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good /moderate / poor/ none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good/ moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes/ frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never/ rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes/ frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication /some medication needed / medication frequently required / medication consistently required

☻ Unhealthy Food: never /special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never /sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never/ rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

This was extremely entertaining, thank you for the tag @payte & @stargazer-sims. I haven't wrote anything about Theo in months, even though he's my favorite sim T_T And he's changed SO much since his appearance way back in 2021. Yay for character growth!

I'll tag @ashubii bc I love all her sims and haven't been active enough to see her on my dash. Anyone else can do it as well!!

[rebelangelsims]

I was tagged again by @pralinesims I've done Edith and Min-Joon so I'll do my Gumiho Nari (It's a good thing I got a few oc's) but two in a row woo

Bold The Facts

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy (she's 1000 she's got a lot) / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle/ working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified/ unqualified /studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no/ has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children (She adopted Edith) / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) /has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted /introverted/ in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm/ anxious /in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient/ impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved /in between

♦ leader/ follower / in between

♦empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic/ in between

♦ traditional / modern/ in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured /uncultured /in between / unknown

♦ loyal/ disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful/ unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes/ no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes/ no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable/ naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced/ naive / inexperienced /curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female/ agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female/ agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor /none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication /some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes/ frequently / shopaholic (Loves to buy Edith things)

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

I'll tag @seyvia @yooniesim @dahliaisback @midnightsquartz @stargazer-sims (I've just tag everyone in my activity 😅)

[diodellet]

An opportunity to learn more about Dio’s sexy writing and preferences?? Don’t mind if I do 0wo

☁💢😎🤝💞 🗨

sexy writing u say? U FLATTER ME LODS 🤧🤧

cw: mentions of food, slight (but not detailed) discussion of dubcon ahead, also this post got long so im putting it under a keep reading (edit: SIKE)

☁️favorite fluff trope

i can't write it but i do like it when people lay out detailed cooking in fanfic, like seeing my fave characters working together in a kitchen? MM im now hungry for food And for love! (And generally the food as metaphor for love trope has a special place in my heart.)

++im not the best at visualizing so i also appreciate it when the author takes care to show the steps in preparation and to describe the food through smell or what ingredients it uses. the extra details are very very appreciated, sincerely a girlie whos mind eye doesn't work

++people should use the 'food as metaphor for love' to unapologetically project their culture's food! i think it's really neat and cool!

💢favorite dark trope

usghl darkfic... my forbidden lover.... seeing my bebelabs without the rose-tinted glasses of luving you....

i can't just pick one! favoritism is bad!! (*sideeyes the many flavors of dubcon* *sideeyes zombie/post-apocalypse au*) it's all good and painful for my heart delicious to read!

(my reasons for liking dubcon are simple: i just like it when the pleasure's mixed with something else /shrug/ ++ saying things is hard)

If I dig deep into my memories, there are these 2 post-apocalypse AU fanfics (both are above 100k words and i followed one of them while it was still being written. /that/ was an ordeal i would be willing to go through again if i wasn't being hounded by irl deadlines🥴🥴). i just think that fluff and domesticity hit harder when the characters constantly have to overcome the trials of surviving in a hostile environment. whether they create a found family or eventually die out never finding sanctuary, i think the long agonizing journey they took is still worth it.

😎favorite character trope

haha what are you talking about👀👀 i-i dont have a favorite character type wh-who told you that--

ALEXA PLAY BAD BOY BY RED VELVET AND THEN AFTER THAT PLAY RBB CAN YOU GUESS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER? IS MY TYPE OBVIOUS NOW? NO? I STILL HAVE TO EXPLAIN? RAAAGGHHH *nasagasaan*

in all my open-mindedness, i cannot seem to pin down my favorite characters to a single trope. Because there are too many that i like. BUT the standouts seem to include:

Emotionally-constipated/repressed but In Need Of A Friend

Extremely angsty backstory that led to them developing a tough unshakable facade

GNC appearance (either or both masc and fem?? OR NEITHER, LIKE JUST ANDROGYNOUS?? I LOVE💕💕)

tl;dr: GAP MOE IS A MUST!!!

i need the duality, for science

🤝favorite platonic trope

you will see a trend of indecision and choice paralysis

Hmm, as of late I think I've been reading stuff with a lot of insomnia tropes. so stuff like wandering around at 2am, sitting on the rooftop, stargazing or waiting for sunrise, having pointless meandering rambly conversations (bonus points if they get existential or philosophical), midnight cooking!!!

It's just nice to read about characters baring their souls under the moonlight, without any hesitations. (and how dare i bring romance to a question about platonic love but) to me, a conversation held in the hours between 11 pm to 6 am can sometimes be more profound than slowly building up to a first kiss.

💞favorite romantic trope

ok never mind i lied the indecision was a lie

GIMME ALL THE PHYSICAL TOUCHIES!!

please and thank you 😇🙏

excessive handholding? complete trust in each other to the point of closing their (perceived social) distances? unprompted hugging?? UNPROMPTED TACKLE HUGGING?? C-COUPLED WITH SPINNING AROUND WHILE LAUGHING AND ENDING WITH THE CHARACS PRESSING THEIR FOREHEADS TOGETHER??

(cue me in the corner shaking biting my fist while on the verge of tears)

i like reading about characters being so utterly smitten with each other they're basically glued to the hip. its so gooey and cheesy and sweet and it makes my heart //yearn// it's kinda funny since the lockdown fucked with my sense of personal space, but i can't stop myself from writing a copious amount of physical touch in my fics.

🗨what's a favorite trope you'd like to write [character] in?

(let's go with jamil bcs he's been starring in All my maladaptive daydreams recently)

i wanna write.... band au for jamil but before i can do that i. need to research on bass players. like bass guitar players. listen to me, LISTEN— (imagine im shaking u by the shouldsrs) BECAUSE IT SUITS HIM. SYMBOLICALLY OR CHARACTERILLY OR SUMN

(the bassline of a song is borderline invisible, but when it's gone it just makes the entire thing fall flat. Kinda like how jamil just holds a lotta things together but STILL keeps a low profile. Also bass solos are literal bops, usually they get Shit parts along with drummers bcs a lot of pop music is generic formulaic earworm-derogatory LSS TRASH but Also Also bassists are sexy—*nasagasaan nanaman*)

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[casper-spills]

| Tarot Cards: Places they represent |

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Hey guys! Welcome back to another post ♡

We reached 300 followers! And I'm gonna do a special for you guys because I seriously am so grateful for all of your support. My blog has been growing so fast and I literally never expected to be where I am today. Thank you! ♡

This post will be a little different to my usual stuff. I was thinking I might start a series like this where I give some tips on how to read your tarot! I'll also include the sources I use at the end in case you wanted to check those out too.

Anyway, here is a list of places that the cards represent ♡

Sincerely,

Cassy the friendly ghost ♡

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| MAJOR ARCANA |

0. Fool - Mountain, trekking

1. Magician - Kitchen, labatory, shows, music, magic, performances

2. High Priestess - Secret place, secret society, library, somewhere quiet, reading rooms, theatre, halls

3. Empress - Old/stately homes, old school building, old hospital building, boutique, beauty parlor, restaurants

4. Emperor - Royal palace, business establishments, schools, univerisity

5. Heirophant - Church, univeristy, temple, place of worship, corporate building

6. Lovers - Sweet shop, date locations, love hotel, honeymoon places

7. Chariot - Car ralley, racing fixtures, garages, horse racing, highway

8. Strength - Zoo, petting zoos, gym, fitness studios

9. Hermit - Cave, retreat centres, hill walking

10. Wheel - Ferris wheels, london eye, casino, lottery tickets, shops selling wheels

11. Justice - Court, arbitration offices, counselling institution, police department

12. Hanged Man - Bungee jumping, sky diving, thrilling activities

13. Death - Church yard, funeral parlor, butcher, cemetary

14. Temperance - Cocktail bar, queues, waiting rooms, chemist dispensary

15. Devil - Adult shops, clubs, casinos, brothel, strip clubs

16. Tower - Chop shops, tall buildings, skyscrapers, stormy areas, fire

17. Star - Water, ocean, river, stargazing

18. Moon - Nighttime, stargazing, movie, stage, theatre

19. Sun - Birth centre, midwifery unti, hospital, holidays, tanning booths, abroad

20. Judgement - Rehabilitation centres, church, treament centres, spa

21. World - Airport, flying, dance studios

| MINOR ARCANA |

☁︎ 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ☁︎

Ace - Editor's room, skyscrapers, office, library, radio tower

Two - Statue of liberty, new york, seashore

Three - Hospital, rainy place, cloudy areas

Four - Bedroom, quiet places, funeral parlor

Five - Debate club, near water, themepark, competitive environments

Six - Boats, river, cruisers

Seven - Archery, secret location, casino, bomb shelter

Eight - Prison, therapy

Nine - Psychiatric hospital, confessional

Ten - Surgery room, accupuncture clinic, dentists

Page - Fraternity, rowdy places, sports arena

Knight - Windy places, windmills

Queen - Fenced off places, great walls, boundaries, spikes fences

King - Lawyers office

🕯 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 🕯

Ace - Workshop, construction site

Two - Balcony, overseas, historical travel, boat

Three - Seaside, boat travel

Four - Fastfood, cafe, outdoors, wedding, celebration

Five - Sport centre, pool game

Six - Market, downtown, show, event, someone/something noticable

Seven - Competitive/violent environment

Eight - Road trip, highway

Nine - Competitive environment, barrier, wall, bouncer, high security

Ten - Workplace, labour, sweatshop

Page - Disco, dance, party

Knight - Hot and dry place, bonfire, abroad, holiday

Queen - Social events

King - Active place, fast moving environments

꒦꒷ 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒔 ꒷꒦

Ace - Lake, pond, birdbath, birds

Two - Luxury, home, common dating places

Three - Bar, pub, party

Four - Under a tree, graveyard

Five - A place of regret, place of bad memories, hospital, flooded areas, bridge, after party cleanup, alone in a bar

Six - Flourists, schoolyard, playground, nostalgic places

Seven - Highup places, views, drug suppliers, spots where people do drugs, drug shops

Eight - Bookstore, library, cave, quiet

Nine - Bar, party, pub, dinner, home

Ten - Family gatherings, park, outdoor, bbq party

Page - Aquariums, fish tanks, sea parks

Knight - Picnics, peaceful/romantic areas

Queen - Bathtub with cancles, home, skinny dipping, swimming

King - Beach, lake

˗ˏˋ 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 ˎˊ˗

Ace - Dispensary, bank, currency exchange centre

Two - Circus, arcade, carnival

Three - Fashion show runway, art gallery, boutique, museum

Four - Uncle scrooge's home, gold reserves, saferoom, secret hideout, vault

Five - The streets, people living in powerty, homeless spots,

Six - Pawn shops, currency exchange shops, trade stores

Seven - Nursery, orchard

Eight - workshop, construction site

Nine - Gardens, green parks

Ten - Market

Page - Field, farm, family business

Knight - Workplace, chores, school

Queen - Home, nursery room

King - Bank manager's office

♥Thank you for your support!♥

Dividers by @cafekitsune, @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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[wwillowpilloww]

-- About me --

𓂃𓏲࣪ ʚɞ Self Info ♡. 。°˖

┊Name : Willow

┊Age / Grade : 21

┊Birthday : December 19th 2001

┊Height : 166cm

┊Status : ⋆｡°✩☾⋆｡°✩ not really alive just existing but decent ⋆｡°✩☾⋆｡°✩ ﾟ

┊Race : Mixed 💫

┊Zodiac : Sagittarius ♐︎

┊Groups You Ult : Stray Kids, Seventeen, BTS, Red Velvet, Day6, Astro, Oneus, Weekly so manyyyy I love all <3 🤍

┊BIAS(s): ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ Seungmin but I love all Members!! ｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ

𓂃𓏲࣪ ʚɞ Likes And Dislikes ♡. 。°˖

┊Likes : music and Stray Kids and Nature also Night time, green Tea, stargazing, deep conversations

┊Dislikes : People who bring other people down :/ if your a person who is rude and wishes bad things onto other people I wish you healing. I also dislike meaningless connections. 🫶🏼

┊Favourite Colour : Green!! 🌱✨

┊Extra : Stray Kids Every Where All Around The World You Make Stray Kids Stay! 🤍

╰┈┈┈➤ ♡. 。°

[lunalet]

-‘TAGS DUMP

A list of tags for the fictional Kpop group-LUNa

[angelwurdz]

Astrology observations n6

favorite Synastry houses

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4th House synastry

The fourth house is ruled by cancer and the moon. It’s about childhood, family and home. If someone’s has their planets on your forth house this relationship is mostly going to make you feel safe and secure. There will be a sense of comfort and mutual caring. You both deeply care about each other’s needs, listen and nurture each other. Your partner blends well with your family members they may share many interests and qualities. It also indicates a long term and lasting relationship. Fourth house synastry is a warm pumpkin soup in a cold winter day.

5th house synastry

The house of romance, children and entertainment. It’s playful and fiery just like Leo energy. A relationship with strong 5th synastry feels like becoming a teenager or a curious child again.It feels innocent, spontaneous and fun. You will be more vibrant. Since it’s also the house of creativity boredom will be rare, you and your partner always get creative when it comes to dates and doing fun things together. You also enjoy doing simple tasks together like doing groceries, playing video games, stargazing even making troubles!

8th house synastry

They say the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. That’s what’s 8th synastry is all about. In this kind of relationship it’s usually taboo, secretive and too intense. My favorite placements are Mars and Moon in the 8th house, the physical and emotional bond is usually very strong. It’s you and your partner can read each other’s minds and know your deepest desires. The chemistry is truly undeniable. Since it is also the house of death, you can see the dark parts of your partner and accept them too. You can also start a business together , work successfully on a project and share things.

12th house synastry

When it comes to 12th house synastry people have different experiences. For some it is a bless and a fairytale, for others it is a curse and a nightmare. In my opinion it’s one of the best and most misunderstood synastry, it’s not just the house of enemies but also soulmates, subconscious, hospitals, fantasies, secrets. This synastry can show you your weakness, trigger your trauma and takes you to places you didn’t want to go. It will break you just to rebuild you stronger again . It is a spiritual journey. 12th house synastry may indicate love from the first sight you may have thought «  I feel like I have known this person before » the feeling of familiarity is so strong because it can indicate karmic and past life relationships. 12th house is ruled by Neptune so it explains if you have many dreams about the person. Like a magnet pulling you towards the person, it’s inescapable, unavoidable and unearthly.

[strawberryspotsstuff]

Yooo! We have a new Anon! Tell them I said hi!

and oh em ge the hug headcanons :0

I was actually wondering if Randy would like physical affection such as cuddling and hugs too! So could you possibly gimme some headcanons? Please and thanks!

-Curious Anon

:sobssssS: omg that is so sweet!!!!!!!!!! HOLDS GENTLY.

and tytytyty!!!! yess randy headcannons >:]]]]

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[HEADCANNONS]

when it's just you and him alone. It could be anywhere, but if it's just you two, he will cuddle, hug, spoon you ((he's probably little spoon :sob:)) for hours!!!!

not the biggest fan of psa, doesn't mind hand holding and shoulder leaning but nothing too "touchy-touchy" when his friends or strangers are around

he loves to link pinkies when out in public though!!!

but everything cuddling wise he wants to keep it where it's just you and him, alone, safe and together.

morning hugs are his favourite!! just watching the sun warm your bedroom as it lit its way through the curtains, both of you cuddle together

he does love stargazing and cuddling!! eating little cheeses and drinking apple juice while watching the stars in comfy clothes and cuddling :]]]]]]]]

randy is such a huggle guy!! (but remember to respect his boundaries!! :pleased:)

if he has had a rough day at work, better be prepared to have a hug sesh all night, and him venting.

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[ficnation]

Fluff Alphabet - Carl x Reader

Request: “fluff alphabet for “carl poppa, grimes boy, needy bitch carl, cowboy carl etc.”

requested by @thatcucumberwhore

Word count: 3603

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Male! Reader

Warnings: usual twd themes, cursing (probably), lots of fluff, submissive carl, mentions of sex, insecurities

A/n: If you don’t feel bottom vibes from this boy then I don’t know what to tell you ;) I promise there’ll be more x male readers coming to this account. Hope you’ll enjoy this piece full of fluff and cuteness!

☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

☁ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

❦ Carl loves being with you. It doesn’t matter where and what you do. He just wants to have you close. Because you’re ‘just teenagers,’ Rick doesn’t want you going over the walls alone, so you often have to find something to do without leaving ASZ.

The first time you took Carl to the roof of your house to stargaze, he fell in love with this activity. His head rested on your chest while you played with his long hair, leaving little braids all over it. He loved having you so close. Because neither of you knew anything about stars, you often came up with your own constellations and told each other made-up stories about their history.

You and Carl don’t have a lot of free time throughout the day. There’s always something to do in Alexandria, whether it was sorting supplies, helping in the garden, or taking care of Judith. Most days, the only free time you had was at night when everyone else was asleep. It often meant sneaking into his room and talking for hours or just laying cuddled up under the covers and enjoying each other’s presence.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? 

❦ The young Grimes admires everything about you. Every flaw and every positive quality of yours, because all of them are a part of you. But if he had to choose only one thing that he loves the most about you, he’d pick your courage. He never met a person as brave as you. You always did the dirty work, offering to be walker bait and throwing yourself into the line of fire to save your loved ones. You were even braver than his father.

He thinks that your hands are beautiful. He loves when you hold his palm in yours, caressing his knuckles with your thumb. When your fingers find their way into his long hair, tugging at it gently when you kiss, it feels like heaven. He loves his hair just because of those kisses, and he swore many times that he wouldn’t voluntarily cut it short. They’d have to force him to do it.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

❦ If you feel upset or have a panic attack, Carl would give you some space. He wouldn't hug you because he wouldn't want you to feel like you're suffocating. The boy'd simply hold your hand in his and assure you that everything is going to be okay. He wouldn't know what else to do to help you, and it'd make the situation even more frustrating. He doesn't want to see you suffering; it’s too painful. If it was possible, he'd do anything to avoid you feeling like this ever again.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? 

❦ Even though you’re still very young, Carl already knows that you’re the only one for him. He wants to have a family with you someday. Obviously, there was no way he could ever have kids with you biologically. Still, if there was an opportunity to take an orphan under your care, the both of you would do it without a second thought. The apocalypse wouldn’t stop him from spoiling the kid, that’s for sure. Judith would be an amazing auntie. 

Carl once suggested that you should become a teacher in Alexandria when you’re older, and you grew to love this concept. The idea of teaching kids how to survive, knowing that what you tell them could save their lives someday, was phenomenal. Carl would probably join his father’s side and rule over Alexandria as a fantastic leader.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? 

❦ Carl likes to think that he’s the dominant one in your relationship, but the truth is that you have the upper hand in every situation. The young Grimes is lucky that you don’t mind compromising with him; otherwise, you’d completely rule over your relationship. It doesn’t have anything to do with your personality, to be honest. Carl just loves spoiling you and being submissive. You dominate the kisses and sex as well, leaving him gasping for air under your body.

Fight - Would they easily forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? 

❦ When you fight, it’s mostly about little meaningless things like which superhero from Carl’s comics is the best or who Judith loves the most. It’s just stupid banter, and you’re back to loving each other after a few hours. You don’t fight much about serious things, but when you do, it’s mostly about Carl putting himself in danger and both of you being reckless. He needs to understand that your life wouldn’t have any meaning without him by your side.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

❦ Carl is grateful to have you. He’s thankful for everything you’re doing for him, for being his rock and letting him cry on your shoulder, for holding him close and accepting him for who he is, for being his best friend and the love of his life. He’s grateful that you exist, and he lets you know it every second of the day with kisses, quiet “I love you’s” and embraces full of love.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? 

❦ Carl doesn’t have a lot of secrets. You’re both open books and share every thought with each other. The only secret this boy has is that he’s jealous of Enid sometimes, but he’d never tell you this because he still wants you to have friends. Jokes on him because you already noticed how he acts when you and the young girl spend time together.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

❦ He’s still in the process of changing, to be honest. He tries to be less reckless for you and more mature. His personal growth throughout your relationship is incredible and inspiring. You taught him many things (in the bedroom as well, you’re definitely a freak in the sheets). You helped him overcome the insecurities about his missing eye. You worshiped him into feeling more confident about it, peppering his whole face in little kisses and making him giggle.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

❦ The young Grimes gets jealous very quickly. He’s even jealous of his little sister sometimes. Carl is just needy for your constant attention, and you don’t mind it at all. Enid is probably his biggest competition, you’re good friends with her, and you’re almost always teamed up for the same tasks. You have watch shifts with her, you work in the garden with her, you’re almost always together, while every job Carl has to do is away from you. So when he sees you two talking or ‘people watching,’ he has to come over. Carl likes showing that you’re his by hugging you from behind, winding his arms around your waist, and kissing your neck softly. And when he mumbles out a quiet “good morning,” you’re ready to leave everything and everyone to take him somewhere peaceful so you can show him just how much you love him.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

❦ Carl wasn’t the best kisser when you started dating. He was always tense and didn’t know where to put his hands. Your first kiss was pretty awkward, and it took Carl by complete surprise. He didn’t even know he liked boys until you came into his life with your cheeky smile and handsome face. He was totally whipped since the moment he laid his eyes on you. Then you kissed him one day, and he was a goner. 

After the initial first kiss, you taught Carl how you enjoy being kissed, placing his hands on your body when the boy didn’t know what to do with them. He grew more confident with every kiss and make-out session, and soon enough, he was so amazing with his lips that he made your head spin. 

It was a simple night, nothing out of the ordinary. Carl was getting ready for bed, slipping off his shirt, when he heard a knock on his window. The poor boy almost went into cardiac arrest when he saw you perched on the roof of his house. He opened the window quickly and let you slip into his room.

“What the hell are you doin’ here, Y/n?” he asked, furrowing his brows at your wide grin. Too occupied with your presence to even put a shirt on.

“Just dropped by to see you,” you said the six words like it was the most typical situation in the whole world.

“Couldn’t just knock on the door?” 

“This seemed more romantic.” You sent him a cheeky wink, stepping closer to his figure. 

“Wouldn’t be so ‘romantic’ if you fell and broke your leg.” Carl snorted, pushing you away playfully. He couldn’t believe that you were flirting with him of all people, so he said the first words that came to his mind and played it off.

“Hey, I think it worked.” You shoved him out of your way before falling back onto his bed, sinking into the comfortable mattress. “No way I’m getting up now.” You sighed in content, closing your eyes.

The young Grimes stayed rooted in one place, staring at your relaxed face for a long moment. His gaze involuntarily traveled down your figure, stopping at your bare lower stomach. Your shirt rolled up when you stretched your arms over your head. The exposed skin of your abdomen and the happy trail that vanished behind the fabric of your jeans made Carl gulp loudly.

“You should probably join me,” you suggested, breaking the silence. You opened one of your eyes to gaze at the brown-haired boy, who stood in the middle of the room with rosy cheeks, staring shamelessly at your body.

He didn’t answer and instead sat down on the verge of his bed as far away from you as the furniture let him. His orbs locked on a random object just to avoid looking at you.

“I’m going on a supply run with Daryl tomorrow. I’ll be gone for a week,” you murmured out, sitting up on the covers and looking expectantly at Carl. “Will you miss me?”

The teenage boy looked at you with a tiny smile. “Yeah, I think I will.”

“Good,” you murmured out before lunging at him, resting your hand over his sternum and crashing your lips together in a quick but deep kiss. Carl’s eyes were wide open, staring at your closed eyelids in panic. He didn’t know what to do, where to put his hands and how to return the kiss. His palms hovered awkwardly over your waist without even brushing your body. 

The blue-eyed teenager leaned away from you after a second. “Uh, sorry I just-”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured him, brushing brown strands of hair away from his forehead to leave a small peck there before getting up from the bed. “I should go.”

Before Carl could process what just happened between the two of you, you slipped out of the window, disappearing into the cold night.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

❦ He wasn’t the first one to confess; he needed to know your feelings before he could tell you about his. The fact that you could reject him and say that the kiss between the two of you was just an impulse scared him to death. You were his best friend before anything else, and he couldn’t lose you just because he developed a silly crush on you. But after you reassured him that you liked him in a romantic way, he felt a lot better and confessed his feelings as well. He told you how much you drove him crazy and admitted that he was confused when he realized he was into boys as well.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

❦ Carl thinks that the idea of getting married is pretty romantic, and it might be something he’d like to explore more with you in the future.

Carl would probably have a ring ready; Judith helped him choose one after returning from a supply run with a pocket full of them. He’d be waiting for the right moment to pop the question, but unbeknownst to him, you already had a plan how to propose to him. You’d take him to the rooftop of your house to stargaze like always, and then you’d retrieve the jewelry from your pocket and hold it right in front of his eyes. He’d burst out laughing, showing you the ring he hid in his closed fist before pulling you towards him for a passionate kiss.

Y/n Grimes has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? Your marriage would be like a dream and a disaster at the same time.

You’d call him “hubby” in front of others just to tease him.

Rick would give you one of the unoccupied houses in Alexandria so you could finally move in together. It wouldn’t be in the best condition, but you and Carl would renovate it together with the resources you found outside the walls and the help of your friends.

You’d worry about each other a lot more, feeling so much lonelier when the other leaves for a supply run.

You’d make it your mission to teach Carl how to cook, and he’d promise that he’d repay you by teaching you how to skate on rollerblades.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

❦ The young Grimes adores your name, so he uses it the most. He doesn’t mind using cute nicknames from time to time as well. His favorite was ‘babe’ and ‘hot stuff,’ but if you feel kinky, he’d even call you ‘daddy’ or ‘sir.’

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

❦ Both of you thought you were discreet about your relationship, sneaking into each other’s houses, whispering cheesy confessions into the other’s ear when you thought no one was looking. You were sure that you, Carl, and Enid were the only ones who knew about the relationship. Until Michonne slipped and called you lovebirds one day. Carl’s cheeks have never been so red before.

The young Grimes expresses his feeling rather freely, kissing your cheek or jaw whenever you were around, hugging you from behind, and whispering a quiet ‘good morning.’ When you have to leave quickly, you peck his lips softly, but Carl is so needy for your love that he just has to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, not ready to let you go.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

❦ Carl wasn’t into PDA for a really long while, but you were okay with it. You were open about liking boys/(and girls), but you understood that he needed more time to get out of the closet. You didn’t rush him into admitting his sexuality to everyone. You avoided PDA for the first year of your relationship, exploring your connection behind closed doors and when no one else was around instead.

Later on, when Carl was ready to come out of the closet, sure that his relationship with you was serious, he became more open to public affections. He was still shy and blushed every time you gave him a kiss in front of others, but he never recoiled from your touch. God, he needed everyone else to know that you were with him and he was yours (ekhem, especially Enid).

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

❦ He can tie a cherry stem with his tongue. I’m leaving the rest to your imagination.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

❦ There’s not a lot of romance in the apocalyptic world. He can’t take you to a restaurant or other public places because they obviously aren’t an option. He often asked Michonne or Maggie for advice when it came to romantic gestures, and the two of them always gave him the best ideas. Picnic on the roof of his house in the middle of the night with lit up candles set all around you was probably your favorite. Let’s not even talk about how many times you ended up having sex on that rooftop.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

❦ Carl is your biggest fan and supporter. He believes that you can do anything you set your mind on. If you ever need his help, he’ll be there for you to encourage you. One time you decided that you want to learn how to stitch up wounds, and Carl volunteered to let you sew him up even though you were new to it. Rick gave you both the longest lecture ever because, for some reason, you both decided to learn the skill by yourself instead of asking someone who knew how to do it for help. You still remember Carl’s father’s disappointed sigh followed by words: “Teenage boys…”

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

❦ He’s open to trying new things. To be honest, everything is new for him since it’s his first relationship ever. If you have any kinks that you’d like to explore, you just have to ask him, and he’ll consider your proposition. If you have an idea for a date or you’d just like to try out new things in your relationship, he’ll be open to your ideas and even excited.

Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

❦ He knows you better than you know yourself. He knows what you need before you can even think about it. Sometimes you ask yourself if your boyfriend isn’t a telepath. Carl is very empathetic and understanding. He wants to know when you’re upset or angry, and he’d do anything to help you feel better. Carl knows when you need a distraction from the world outside and won’t push you to step out of your house if you don’t feel like it. Hell, he will stay and cuddle with you, going as far as telling his father that you’re feeling unwell and have to take some time off to rest.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

❦ Your relationship is so important to him that he loves you more than he loves his own life. Without you, by his side, he’d be a shell of a boy. You make him feel free and like he can be himself. There’s no way he could ever live without you.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

❦ Carl always goes to you for comfort. When he came back from The Sanctuary after Negan humiliated him, he crawled into your bed crying. You spent the whole night spooning him, caressing Carl's naked back, and reassuring him that he wasn't a freak. You had to tell him over and over again that the fact that he had one eye and shot his own mother didn't make him a monster. That night Carl realized just how much he loved you, and he knew he needed you in his life to feel happy.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

❦ We can go over it ten thousand times. Carl is needy for attention and affection. If you don’t kiss him and hug him enough, he’ll be grumpy all day, and no one except you will be able to make him feel better.

Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

❦ If you go on a long supply run without him, Carl will feel lonely the second you take a step outside Alexandria’s walls. He won’t smile as much as he does when you’re around, making his friends and family worried. Carl’ll wear your shirts and jackets; your smell lingering on the clothes always makes him feel better. When he misses you, he’ll nuzzle his cheek into the fabric and breath in your comforting scent.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

❦ This will be cheesy, but Carl would die for you, he'd jump into the fire to save you, and you'd do the same for him. Your life without him just wouldn't make any sense. Carl thinks that he probably wouldn't be the person he is today if he hasn't met you. You made him stronger, braver, and more accepting towards himself and others. Without Y/n, there's no Carl, and without Carl, there's no Y/n.

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[bangtancastle]

𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Welcome to our castle’s Valentine’s celebration! Enjoy these sweet treats written by our gift givers!

KEY ➶

fluff [☁︎] angst [✢]

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author: @jinnie-forthe-winnie

⤷ Valentines Day after Valentines, Jin watches her go on dates with guys, only to pick her up on the curb in tears. He knows the perfect guy and wishes for her to notice the perfect one for her.

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⤷ [tos-kah] . Russian

(n.) an immense ache for nothing and everything all at once; an anguish from the bottom of the heart.

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⤷ Jin and Luna spend their first Valentine’s Day together. Thanks to a special delivery from the Cupid mail service Luna ends up having a Beary Lovely day.

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Part 2 of “Crumbs of a Kookie”

⤷ Poppy and Jungkook have had a tradition for meeting up where they’d first met to stargaze atleast once a year. Thanking the stars they’d met, they reminisce about their first memory together.

Coming soon…

author: writing…

⤷ to be updated

[desafinado]

congrats on 40 followers!! <3 may i request a matchup for the event? i’d like a scenario please! 💜

i’d describe my personality as seeming very calm and unbothered. i’m usually very patient and tolerant of other people and don’t take offense easily, and i’m generally very accepting of others. i’m never judgmental about anything and try to be as understanding as i can. that’s how i appear on the outside at least, as there has always been a discrepancy between my real personality and the one i present to others. (haha i feel like i’d probably have a cryo vision for that reason) i go to great lengths to hide the side of myself that is more sharp-tongued and immature in fear of others rejecting me, however it does slip up sometimes when im provoked as embarrassing as it is.

i don’t really have many interests, i think the most notable one is that i cosplay for fun sometimes. i also really like stargazing at scenic spots, and i just have a bunch of other nerdy hobbies like researching on theories or watching documentaries.

my facade has always made me feel inauthentic, so i really want someone who would embrace my flaws. i like rivals to lovers a lot for that reason because i want someone to love me even if they’ve seen me at my worst and i just find it fun to engage in verbal banter and generally just trying to push each other’s buttons whether it’s a joke or not. i like to be a tease, however i can be easily flustered when teased back.

thank you so much!! id also like to be matched with a male please i almost forgot :]

alhaitham ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ ﾟ ♡ ﾟ｡

“that’s very interesting dear and i think your insights are valid, but…”

you had just finished sharing your thoughts about a recent documentary you watched; alhaitham was listening all the way, of course, but something else was taking up his mind. you tilt your head, giving him a curious look.

“doesn’t the topic feel a bit… ironic? coming from you of all people.”

he takes a seat next to you and pulls your hands towards his. a documentary about honne and tatemae in inazuman culture; it basically recounted how hiding their true thoughts and contrasting their beliefs from the public actions was highly normalized, almost to the point that their actions became insincere. you take a deep sigh, realizing what he meant.

“ah, yes… that is quite ironic. i’m sorry, i-”

“no matter, dear. i think the topic is interesting as well, but you…. i fell in love with your sincerity and honesty, more than the facade you put up for others. i hope you know i love all of you; not i don’t just glorify the good parts or pity you for the bad. i just… love you.”

“oh so you love me?” you tease him, raising an eyebrow at his heartfelt admission.

“yes, i suppose i should be somewhat grateful though, because i’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” a satisfied smirk forming on his lips.

“alhaitham!!”

note: omg a cosplayer!! ive been to a few cons myself, but im still too shy to cosplay 😅😅 anyways, i hope you find someone who makes you feel comfortable in your own skin... i paired you up with alhaitham, because i feel like he wouldn't allow you to just keep up with this facade and would very much value your opinion. nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed, and thank you for stopping by ^^