gemini moon

idk what this whole tumblr issue is, but moots pls feel free to dm me for my discord if you haven't !

doesnt my job understand i have a blooming fanfiction writing career to work on

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 "DO you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” the question you asked was earnest. he groaned in neutral response. “don’t believe in that shit.” your head perked up, then went back down to lean on his chest. 

iwaizumi hajime couldn’t lie. the first time he saw you, his stomach did a full 180° flip. no one– or maybe– everyone but you, noticed the hard glint in his eyes soften when he looked at you. ever since he’d met you, his demeanour changed; he began looking for you in everything he encountered, everything reminded him of you. iwaizumi didn’t believe in fate, but something told him that the stars aligned when you two met– that it was destined, and that his future was decided the moment you held his hand. 

it was difficult to believe you weren’t destined to meet in every universe. 

as he went to tangle a hand in your hair, he mumbled something, loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough to make you double check whether you were hallucinating or if what you heard was real.

 “...but i don’t think i can see myself without you in any universe.” 

destiny wasn’t something iwaizumi often paid mind to before. but to him, you two were a constant in every timeline; so maybe he did believe in soulmates and fate, because he couldn’t imagine a world without you by his side. ᥫ᭡

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first time singing for a mass in the university kinda nervous

i'd give it a 7/10 because i was able to blend in with others despite the lack of rehearsals lmfao

I kind of miss the rush of being in a discord server

i'm genuinely itching to touch my fic ideas wtf

also i fucking hate this uni

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i had a dream of icecream truck driver kuroo today…

summer days meant endless laughter, sticky fingers, and the unmistakable jingle of kuroo’s ice cream truck rolling down the street. kids swarmed the curb before he even hit the brakes, bouncing on their toes, clutching crumpled bills in their tiny fists.

“alright, alright, one at a time,” kuroo grinned, adjusting the cap he never actually wore properly. his eyes flickered with amusement as a little boy pointed at the menu with absolute seriousness. “a rocket pop, huh? solid choice. you’ve got great taste, kid.”

behind the children, you leaned against your bike, watching him work. he always looked effortlessly cool, even in the sweltering heat—sleeves rolled up, forearms dusted with just a hint of ice cream residue, black hair sticking up worse than usual from the humidity.

when the line finally dwindled, kuroo leaned against the counter, flashing you a lopsided smirk. “so, what’ll it be, sweetheart? something classic? or do you wanna be adventurous?”

you pretended to consider. “hmm… what’s the ‘special kuroo recommendation’ of the day?”

he tapped his chin dramatically, then disappeared inside, returning with a sundae topped with an absurd amount of sprinkles. “on the house,” he said, handing it to you. “payment is one bite. or two.”

you rolled your eyes but still held the spoon up to his lips. he took it without hesitation, humming at the taste.

“sweet,” he said, licking a bit of melted ice cream from his thumb. “but you’re sweeter.”

you groaned, pushing his face away as he laughed, rich and teasing.

somewhere in the distance, the jingle started again, reminding you both that the world existed beyond this moment. but for now, it was just you, him, and the lingering taste of vanilla on his lips.