#and both shows have the same comforting lack of warmth

[anteroom-of-death]

To me the succession universe and the thick of it universe take place in the same one.

[shaisuki]

❝ WARPED ENDS. ❞

✞ FEATURING. BULLY! GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU

▶ SERIES MASTERLIST

CONTENT WARNINGS. college au + heavy bullying + alcohol consumption + smut + dubious consent + humiliation + gojo and geto's pov + threats + abuse of power + not proofread + DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

NOTES. nothing eventful about this. only gojo and geto's pov and the next chapter is going to be serious for real. it might be a boring chapter to you. as always thank you for the endless support of this. a major timeskip will happen in the next chapter.

SYNOPSIS. they didn't know that would be the last time they will see you.

it's almost natural.

how your body melds against their own. filling the gaps and crevices and the comfort it brought to them. they can't help it. how your body provided warmth and the pleasure as it courses throughout their body. you were simply divine on your own. the clothing they bought for you was simply irresistible on you. they never tell you that but their actions told you.

the blue and white corset type top of they bought for you sealed the deal. flattering the shape of your body and just makes the swell of your stomach makes it more sexier than it was. the shopping trip was really the way to get you out of your boring clothes and access was made easier.

“twirl.” suguru order you to so and you spun your heel. turning around slowly for them to examine. “you look pretty for once.” geto smirks in approval. drinking in the sight of your plump figure in that top paired with that black skirt that rest in your mid-thigh showing that thick thighs squished together.

“don't be so fucking tense.” satoru's voice rumbles. annoyed by your shaking. it was the nerves. it wasn't the mocking kind of voice he uses to you instead it was harsh. chastising you for such rigid posture. “satoru, you can be so stern sometimes. go easy on (y/n). she's not used to this.” geto tuts at gojo's behavior. satoru rolled his eyes at him. “that's why she should start learning to be grateful.” shaking his head and he looks at you. shivering and cowering in the sound of his voice. it doesn't help that they were both staring at you like a piece of meat to be examined.

the duo stands up from they were seated. their tall stature towering over you and helpless you are when they surrounded you like this. “that's only for the good, baby. we're going to a party later and we need you to look best, okay?” suguru explains it to you and thus wiring your brain to believe it was only for the good. damn well you know they have the reputation to uphold. “maybe, we can help you to loosen up?” he added. “just trust us.” he says and his hands are holding to the exposed skin where your skirt doesn't cover it.

your lips are warm. smooth too as it brushes to his lips. there's also a hint of sweetness of it too. maybe that's the reason why he likes kissing you. groaning when you pull his hair as he kisses you. swirling his tongue in the expanse of your mouth while his friend kisses your other lips. he can't stop. how he can stop when you taste so good. air was being a problem too. although it frustrates him from the lack of air he needed to let go. both of you are softly panting. catching each other's breaths and gojo stares at your face. you got eyes that can rival his even it's the same as everyone else but when he say it is, it is. he stares at it. trying to find the answers you possibly hold in this life and maybe it's in there and his eyes went to your lips. the softest pair of lips he had kissed. it was like mochi. soft when you bite into it and before he could get lost to your eyes. he catches your lips again and he wishes that breathing isn't such a problem.

suguru let out a satisfied hum. your skirt are carefully bunched in your waist while his large hands holds your ass. your legs are hooked to his shoulders while he laps at your heat. flicking his tongue against your holds and sucking your cute, little bean that got you whining. muffled by his friend's mouth who got you silent. his hand possessively wrapped around your round stomach. your thighs trembled, it made him feel goddamn proud that you were so feeling good that you unconsciously grind to him. you say you don't like it but your body doesn't lie.

“ngh-mmm” geto hums as he hear you whine in the kiss. you're getting close so he sticks his finger into your dripping hole. sucking your clit while he pumps his finger to your cunt. obscene noises of your cunt squelching as he thrusts his fingers fueled him more to pump it faster until your thighs are too weak to support itself.

gojo breaks the kiss. swiping his lips with his tongue at the saliva both of you exchanged. “look, suguru. (y/n)-chan's cumming.” he said in astonishment. biting your lips as suguru push you into your release. the man below you bestowed only harsh sucks to your poor little clit. gojo laughing at your reaction before dipping to pepper your cheeks with kisses going down to your nape and to your neck. “haaa” you moan out as suguru brought you to your release. your juices gushing down and staining his mouth in which he laps up. not wasting a drop. he licks his lips and seductively licking his fingers clean. “now, it's our turn.”

eyes almost rolling in the back of their head. eyes closed as they came inside you. cocks throbbing as spurts after spurts of their cum are deeply spilled inside of your holes. satoru can't help but to curse. muttering fuck as your cunt squeezes his cock that is deeply nestled inside you and suguru bites your ear. you weren't doing good either. softly panting, sweat beading in your face from how good they have fucked you. almost limp in their hold and after the glow of their post orgasm. they carefully laid down their play toy.

suguru watches you scramble to grab the wet wipes you always have after they dumped their load inside you. running down in your thighs as their spent quickly dried upon being exposed in the cold air. he grabs the wipes from your hand and kneels in front of you. kissing your thighs first before gently wiping the stains of their cum. he wanted you to look presentable, after all you were going to a party. your first, not surprised anything from your lack of experience. people would not want to waste time to talk with you let alone invite you. you're only getting the ticket because of them.

he slowly pulls your skirt down. straightening the slight crumple of your skirt by flattening it between his fingers. he almost laughs seeing as your thighs quiver. you recover slow than the both of them. in his kneeled down position, he can see your stomach poking from that tight corset top. it really does suit you. he and satoru bought that top for you in a size smaller just to see the features you have that you are bothered it. see as you squirm and pull that tight fit clothing in your body so they just could reprimand you.

it's a damn well spent of a money. that he can't help but to say it aloud. your face turning into one of a bashful expression and he finds you so adorable and easy to play with. just say something good and you turn putty in them that it was getting difficult to let you go. satoru being the one who keeps insisting about you. yapping about you every time when you're not around. he keeps his hands holding your thighs together while satoru plays the bow in your top. enthralled by it like he was some sort of a cat. “suguru, can we have more with (y/n)-chan?” absentmindedly asking him about it. geto taps your thighs after he was in cleaning you up. suguru thinks about it but they're already running late even he still wants to. you're just damn irresistible in your new clothes. carefully chosen by them.

suguru chuckles. “idiot, we're already running late, after that we can.” satoru's expression changes into something of annoyed. what a spoiled brat. he thinks but the latter quickly agreed with him. “tch, party pooper.” he ignores the comment and moves his attention to you. he notices the look in your face. one that he knows that you're in a huge discomfort and everything bothers you. nervously chewing your bottom lip.

he grasp your jaw to look at him. “smile, this is your first real party. you're going to enjoy this.” you simply nod then his tone that is somewhat comforting changes into something more of commanding. “ditch us and you know what will happen.” he warns you cause simply you have the habit of being a stubborn bitch. known for defying orders from them and go later crying after being punished. then he simply smiles as he lets go of your jaw.

this is peak college. what really defines college is the parties. the loud music, the shouts of everybody who is simply having fun or simply getting wasted and mostly the pretty girls they can ogle at.

suguru and satoru both glances at you behind them. you look like you were going to run and cry and before you could do anything of what they were thinking. they pull you. shoving you inside with them and a smile instantly lit in their faces. they are what makes a party complete. they ignored you as the passes everybody who greeted them. girls who wants the time of their life and guys who either looks up on them or completely despises them. both grabbing their drinks and satoru caught a glimpse of that zen'in heir annoyingly coming to them.

fuck naoya zen'in. the damn guy was like a year younger than him and acts like they were equal since he insists on convincing them that they were on the same breeding and status alike. they were kings and everything is just plebians around them but satoru contradicts everything of it. his only equal was suguru and everyone else is nothing.

he made it clear and since then naoya started to hold animosity for him. well, he does. who could blame him. he's gojo satoru. he's blessed and could be god's divine creation.

“gojo you son of a bitch. you came.” naoya greeted him and although was gojo was putting a facade he did want nothing more than to wipe the smirk on naoya's face. he just greeted him the same. a way that he could pissed the damn guy.

“ah, zen'in. wouldn't miss this just i could wipe that smirk off your face.” he almost laugh as naoya's smile drops. already quipping a snarky remark until he notices you and satoru didn't like that one bit from how naoya was looking at you. naoya's demeanor turning into a flip upon laying eyes on you. a smirk on his lips. “you two in fat bitches now?” pointing at you with cup in his hands and he scoffs. “none of your business, zen'in.” shooting him a glare but thanks to the dark glasses he wore, naoya's oblivious to it. “then you two wouldn't mind me using her.” he suggested and before he can respond, he hears suguru clicking his tongue. annoyed and pissed and it was not like suguru to get worked up over this. “fuck off.” it was obvious from what suguru wants and naoya sensing the venom in geto's words, raises his hand in mock defeat and disappears in a place where they don't give a shit about.

he was just so angry that naoya could look at you the way they see you. out from anger and he sees you standing behind them. he can't stop the words coming out from his mouth. “you're an embarrassment.” he says without hesitation and he maybe did regret saying that to you after seeing you bite your lower lip and the quick blinking of your eyes that you were holding tears. adding to injury was satoru trying to calm him down. “hey, hey suguru.” gojo taps his shoulder. “let loose, don't naoya get to you.” his best friend assures him and glances down to you. his bright blue eyes peering to show you he was serious and then let the salt burn to your wound. “you're right.” he pauses for a bit with eyes cold staring at you. “find a seat, (y/n). you're embarrassing us now with you around.” he watches you slowly retreat to lick your own wounds.

fuck. he shouldn't have said that. naoya getting better to him and what the hell he is thinking. he couldn't give a damn about what you were feeling. he needed a drink and so then he left satoru and also keeping tabs in where you are. a good girl. you settle in the corner where wasted and just other students who were just to chill gathered.

this is a party and he was going to enjoy it. he quickly grabs a bottle then proceeds to talk with someone who didn't bother to remember their name. just get down to whatever nonsense he can ride on. this is better until his anger simmers down. a temporary distraction to what he really feels and satoru could fuck himself for now.

“satoru.” gojo was taking a swig of his drink when a girl approached him. calling his name like they were lovers but it was more like an ex-fling. never had a relationship with her. she was only a temporary fun. “ah, sar—ah, sayuri.” he almost curses at himself. sayuri playfully pouts at him and there it is, the batting of eyelashes. “that's mean, satoru. you already forgot me.” her lips puckers before placing a hand in his chest. if this was a another party of gojo and he really liked this girl. he briefly remembers her. sayuri — he had hots for her a long time ago.

he would have taken her upstairs but you were here. he caught you in the corner. you were like a child in awe at the people in this house. gojo almost chuckles at your cute antics but suppressed it and then a cruel idea pops in his mind. “missed me?” he asks sayuri and there was no answer needed as he crashes his lips to sayuri. his sight never leaving yours and when you caught him. he watch as your eyes widens, you lower your head in embarrassment before chugging that drink in your cup in one swig. he smirks in the kiss as he watches you wiped your tears away. he always liked making you cry.

did he kiss this chick just to see you get upset. yes, he did. your reactions are priceless and tonight you didn't disappoint. thanks to this sayuri girl. he pulls her more just to kiss her deeper out of gratitude.

this was starting to bore him and suguru dismisses himself. wanting to be in your presence again. he did promise himself to show you a good time cause this was your real party you were going to experience. he still finds you in the corner where you made yourself comfortable. instead of watching the crowd like you the wallflower you are. he finds you with your head hung low and your hands wiping the tears rolling down in your cheeks. you were used to their harsh words and you did cry in almost of them but never publicly. it was for their eyes only and seeing you in distress that you weren't ashamed to bawl your eyes out he finds the reason.

suguru is no stranger to finding satoru making out with some random girl cause he is too. whomever he finds interesting and good enough gets him, so is satoru. he taps his friend's back to gain his attention in which he successfully did. shoving the girl he was making out with earlier. “what suguru?” sometimes satoru was just simply annoying him with questions but he didn't have the strength to entertain his silly questions when there are more important matters and that is you leaving this party.

he points the door where you just left and satoru gets the message and so then they passed the crowd to follow.

it wasn't hard to find you with the students who was going in the same way with you and they were pissed that they had to get away from that crowd just to get you. you better prepare yourself they're not getting easy on you after this.

they easily catches up to you. their tall stature made it easier for them. gojo was the first one to grab you. pulling your arm harshly to stop you from your tracks and turning you around to face them. “we told you, you don't leave without us. do you really want to get punished, (y/n)-chan?” he asks you but it was weird. along with your tear stained face. you were emotionless like you were numb. something is definitely wrong and suguru knows that too but ignored it cause they were angry at you or rather disappointed.

you were really being stubborn tonight. suguru was about to help satoru to drag you but you sat in the ground. you were giving them a hard time and they were calling for both of them and not wanting to be seen in commotion with you. geto warned you. “we're going back to you later.” and they left you followed by the cheers of the everybody partying as the stars once joined them again.

they didn't know that is the last time they were going to see you again.

you disappeared that night and they left for tomorrow to give you a lesson but instead you were gone. they went to your classes. your dormitory and asked your roommate but they were clueless or where you could have gone. it continued for a week and then your dorm room was nothing. no signs of you as they cleared out. suguru searched for your whereabouts. nothing. they also went to go as far contacting your parents but also nothing. they could be lying which maybe the case but satoru finds out, they were not.

there's only a message of what happened to you. a message from shoko. their closest friend who was currently interning at a hospital not far from the university.

shoko: what have you done you idiots!?

and it was just like that.

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[loveemagicpeace]

🍓Synastry Observations🔥

✨Many couples who get married or have a long relationship have connections between the moon and the sun. The moon represents emotional needs, feelings, home, security, closeness, shelter, feminine energy. The sun represents inspiration, childlike energy, falling in love, purpose, path and masculine energy. When these two planets are connected this created a very beautiful and open energy.

🍀Moon trine Mercury-they can express their emotional needs really beautifully and directly to a person. And they can always communicate their feelings no matter what. They always want some emotional conversation and clarification of things. Which is very good for relationships

💘When someone embody the energy of your 7th house, you will feel different with that person that with everyone else. So it does not mean that if a person's planets fall into your 7th house, that you will always find things in common with that person and that you will always like the person's energy. For example: 7th house in Aries and your partner's planets fall into your 7th house does not mean that you will like this energy as much because the planets can influence you too directly and the energy can be too aggressive. Let's say: you have in your 7th house Cancer and your partner has a chart ruler in the 4th house, which means that he will naturally emit such energy that you will feel safe, comfortable, and secure with him. And you will like his energy because he will give you the feeling that he cares for you and he will give you warmth. 7th house in Aries but your partner has 1st house planets. Which means that he will naturally act independently, appreciate himself, express his energy more openly and directly. And you will like this person's energy, because the person will give you something that you don't have. Sometimes it's good to have partners who have houses that you don't have because they help you with certain aspects of your life.

🍸In most cases, the 8th house can create confusion, anger, obsession, jealousy, lack of emotional attention, secrets. Especially when the moon falls in this house, it creates the feeling that your partner never satisfies you enough emotionally. Planets that are good for this house are jupiter big gain from marriage), mars ( good sex).

🩵Moon conj Pluto-emotions can be very strong and deep. Two people can feel great emotional attraction as well as physical attraction. In this connection, I noticed that the two people are constantly inclined towards each other. The relationship can be such that you have the feeling that you can never really leave. Also very transformational emotions.

🔥Venus-Mars aspects are usually aspects that have a strong attraction that manifests itself in the beginning. You find a person very beautiful and attractive. The aspect is strongly observed at the beginning of the relationship, but can later start to lose energy.

🦋Jupiter shows how your partner can make you happy, where the relationship is lucky and benefits from this relationship. It also shows how two people work in a marriage. What their marriage could be. I would say that Jupiter is an important indicator of how the relationship can progress. For example: Jupiter in 1st house- shows that your partner can make you happy by doing things for you. suggests that both partners may inspire each other to take risks, embrace new experiences, and achieve their goals.

Jupiter in 4th house - can be a strong indicator for a shared home. Two people can create a beautiful and cozy home. Especially since Jupiter is also the planet of growth, knowledge, learning and progress and at the same time travel. People can grow a lot through life together. No matter what, you always feel comfortable at home. It signifies a strong connection and a shared sense of belonging. This aspect fosters deep emotional bonds and a sense of comfort and support within the relationship. They may enjoy spending time together in domestic settings, finding joy in simple pleasures like cooking meals, decorating their space, or engaging in heartfelt conversations over a cozy evening. Both partners feel emotionally fulfilled and supported by each other's presence. There's an innate understanding of each other's needs and a willingness to provide unwavering support through life's ups and downs.

Jupiter in 2nd house- shows that you and your partner can earn a lot of money together or be successful together. You can create comfort together. They talk a lot about the feelings they have with each other. This partnership may bring financial stability, growth, and overall abundance to both parties involved. These two people are likely to bring out the best in each other and help each other achieve their goals.

🪐Saturn shows where the relationship is most karmic, stable and how Saturn can test this relationship and also where the partners have respect for each other. Saturn in the 7th house indicates the seriousness of the relationship, perhaps from the beginning a certain stability and commitment of the partner can be felt more. Saturn in the 5th house can create a more serious look when you start seeing a person, but it may not bring such great enthusiasm. Sometimes it can take away the joy. Saturn in 1st house can create the feeling that you can never open up to a person enough, or that you are always somewhat reserved in front of them.

🪻Moon in 10th house -The person can support you in your goals, career and give you great emotional support. Which in most cases is good for the house person, but the moon person can start to feel tired over time and feel that they are never emotionally noticed and their needs are not being met enough

🌸1st house synastry- is great if there are one of two planets in this house. But the stellium shows that the person sees only you, appearance, etc. in the foreground. It is not something that could lead to something more serious because there is too much focus on the person himself. The energy can be dramatic at the times. Sometimes too much self-centeredness can be felt from the other person or vice versa. But it is great position for venus because it shows passionate love and the person will always give you a lot of compliments. No matter how you look like, you will always look your best to the person. The first house is also good because the person sees part of your personality and your beauty. If there is no planets in the first house, this means that maybe person won't find you that attractive. Because the first house shows a part of your beauty ,appearance, your personality. It's also the house ruled by Mars. Which means that how you are attractive to somebody it shows only through the first house. Venus in 1st house shows greater attraction that the person feels towards you then venus- mars aspects.

💫2nd house synastry is good for the enjoyment and comfort you find with a person. Sun in 2nd house can show that the person focuses a lot on your comfort. The Sun person sees something valuable in the house person. This house represents comfort, music, food, movies, restaurants, cinemas where you can enjoy. Which means that from many angles, it can bring a lot of things.

🍃11th house venus in synastry -love can develop through friendship and shared interests. But partners can be too dependent on each other. Maybe they have a common company and things that bring them together, but the relationship maybe won't be in the foreground as much. My opinion is that you can have a great long lasting friendship with this person that never dies. 11 houses are the best for long-lasting friendships.

✨Mercury is an important indicator for communication. Therefore, if two people have good aspects with mercury and in a good position, it can create a very good relationship. People will always know how to communicate. And also you will find the best conversation and communication with someone who has the same mercury element that you have. For ex.: if you have water Mercury and the other person also have water Mercury. It means that they will feel exactly the way you feel things when you talking about things and how you express yourself and everything. You will find more comfort than with other signs.

☔️3rd house is the best house for communication and the daily life you have with the person. Short trips, supermarket, neighbors, friends. This house shows that you and your partner can do many different things together. From having long conversations to going to the cinema, shopping. You can do many things together during the day. For ex.: mars in this house means that conversations with you two become lively, thought-provoking, and filled with an infectious energy that keeps yours minds constantly engaged. You are always exploring new things and you are never bored. Venus in this house creates a pleasant and playful atmosphere, a person can feel safe. The house person appreciates your realness, and your warm and friendly tone. You make the house person happy. It feels natural to talk to each other. You both feel that it's easy to express yourselves to each other.

🍓Moon in 9th house - from my experience, the 9th house is a very beautiful house (because it represents growth, spirituality, something higher, travel, faith, marriage) so moon being in this house provides emotional support, ensuring the 9th house individual never feels alone in their quest for knowledge or during their spiritual journeys. Two people can stand by each other in difficult times. Marriage can be emotional. Their bond often revolves around a blend of emotional and intellectual activities. The emotional connection is undeniable. They can indeed be life partners if they harmoniously merge the Moon's need for emotional security and the 9th house's drive for freedom and exploration. Together, they chart a course that's both deep within and far beyond, making their relationship an expedition of the soul.

🦋12th house synastry - it can feel like a dream. You feel an energy that you may not have felt with any person before. They are emotions that come subconsciously. When you share this house with someone, you have the feeling that the person is always with you. This house represents energy more than anything else. This house is most in touch with energy that is long-term. The person goes deep into your subconscious. This can create a soul binding connection where the house person would feel like no one else can ever understand them the way the planet person can. The planet person may instinctively feel this pull or knowing that there is a softer more serene side of the house person that not everyone see's. It is the house of giving so it feels much stronger. It feels like this person can give you something that no one else can.

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-Rebekah🦋🩵

[florencebirdsong]

Special Tool

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Healer AU - 3/4

Summary: the problem only seems to be getting worse. Agatha has just the tool

Tags: dildo, dom Agatha, sub reader, praise kink, dry humping, light condescension

Words: 1,538

Authors note: It's here 🥳 Thank you for your patience :) I hope you enjoy!

ao3 | masterlist

Chapter One, Chapter Two

Something eases within you every time Agatha’s cottage comes into view. A warm feeling fills you, different to the one low in your stomach, and you look forward to these treatments more than you know you should.

You knock on the door and wait as patiently as you can. The gut churning anxiety is long gone but you still can’t help a few nerves. It is Agatha, after all.

She opens the door and makes a sweeping gesture to invite you inside. She doesn’t ask whether you’re there for treatment or ingredients. Your answer never changes. You happily follow her inside. She doesn’t stop at her usual spot, instead moving further inside her hut.

“Still no change?” she asks.

You shake your head. It’s not technically true, you do experience fluctuations in the feeling, but you only need to think about Agatha for a moment for the feeling to come back full force.

“We’ll have to try something different.”

“…different?” you try not to let your disappointment show.

Does that mean she won’t be touching you?

“Since the application we’ve been trying hasn’t been working, we’ll have to move on to something more…intensive.”

Part of you perks up and part of you tenses, the old anxiety returning with something new and unknown. “Intensive?”

“Yes. You’ll like it,” she sounds so certain you nod. “Go in. Lay down,” she points to a door you’ve never been through before.

You follow her direction curiously but you hesitate in the doorway. It isn’t another workroom. It’s a bedroom. There aren’t any other seats. You turn around to look at Agatha to find her watching you closely.

“You want me to...lay on your bed?” 

“I want you to be comfortable, dear. The worktable makes the administration much more awkward than it needs to be.”

Your eyes return to the bed and you lick your dry lips. It feels improper, despite her being your healer and with her invitation. She doesn’t encourage you further, only watches. You both know it’s enough by now to get you moving. You do. You turn around to face her as you sit down cautiously. Her smile is pleased and she moves to the wardrobe beside the door. There’s a box that she opens, almost theatrically, and pulls out a long item.

“This is a dildo,” she tells you with a flourish.

You stare blankly at the item. 

“And what do I do with it?”

“I believe the question is what I will do with it. You will do much as the same you always do.”

Swallowing harshly, you nod. Your eyes drop back down to the item. If what you’re doing isn’t changing does that mean she’s going to use that instead of her fingers? It seems too large for that to be true. 

“What will you do with it?” you ask.

“You’ll see. Lie back.”

You do, nerves fluttering in your stomach. 

“Pull your skirt up,” she orders.

You do, self-consciousness rising despite the many times you’ve been in a similar position before. She sees your lack of undergarments and the coveted words leave her lips as they do every time you visit bare,

“Good girl,” she purrs and you stifle a whimper. 

Footsteps sound and you turn your head as she rounds the bed. She stops by the table and for the first time you notice the familiar jar among the other items.

Agatha opens it and scoops some gel out. You watch, mouth dry, as she slowly applies it to the object. You’re surprised at the way the image ignites that warmth within you. You’re almost disappointed when Agatha climbs on top of you. It quickly disappears as you meet her dark eyes and anticipation fills you. She settles between your spread legs and your nerves settle with the familiar position.

“You’re going to feel a bit more full than usual, but otherwise everything should feel the same.”

You nod your understanding eagerly, your eyes flickering between her face and the dildo. Smirking, Agatha gently glides the tip of the dildo over your clit. The tease has your mouth falling open in a silent gasp as sparks fly up your spine. She doesn’t linger there long. She slowly slides the tip of the dildo from your clit down to your entrance. Your hips raise slightly, unconsciously trying to encourage her to go faster. Like it ever works. 

Her eyes return to yours as she pauses. You take a deep breath and she slowly presses the tip inside of you. The first stretch is so similar to the feel of her fingers that you find your nerves settling further. It’s the same with Agatha as always, it just feels slightly different. The stretch feels good and you desperately want more.

“How does that feel?” Agatha asks, like your face isn’t telling her everything she needs to know.

“Good,” you say, eyes locked on her.

“Describe it.”

“Um,” how in the world can you put this feeling into words? “Full,” she pushes in slightly further and you gasp, “Different.”

“Different how?”

She slowly pulls out and you try not to whine.

“Firmer,” you say with a trembling voice. “Smoother, but also not.”

She twists her wrist as she pushes the dildo back inside of you. You moan. She doesn’t ask you to continue. She begins to fuck you in earnest. Your hands curl into the sheets, having never felt so full before.

She doesn’t go as fast as she has before. Instead sticking to a slower pace as she watches you open for her. It’s not long before you’re squirming below her, desperately seeking that euphoric feeling you only experience at her hands.

“You’re just getting needier and needier, aren’t you?” she asks, her voice taking a mocking tilt you haven’t heard before. You try to ask her what she means but her free hand finds your clit the second you open your mouth. All you manage is another moan. “Silly thing still gets overwhelmed so many orgasms later.”

Maybe you should be offended but the words make the rising tension inside of you grow. She twists her wrist again and the tension snaps. You cry out and cling to the sheets desperately as you arch into her. 

Agatha slows to a stop before slowly sliding the dildo out of you and you whimper. You’ve never felt so empty before. It’s quickly overtaken by the satisfied, tired feeling you’re used to and you relax back against the bed. Agatha doesn’t pull away like you’re expecting. She shifts her hips to straddle one of your thighs. You watch curiously until she grinds down.

“Agatha?” you murmur in confusion.

She doesn’t respond. She grinds down again and you swallow roughly. The look on her face is one you haven’t quite seen before. You don’t know what’s happening but you don’t think you want it to stop. Her hips begin to move back and forth and your eyes widen as a hot, wet feeling that seeps onto your thigh.

Her eyebrows are furrowed slightly as she chases the same feeling she gives you. Her mouth drops open and a breathy moan has you clenching the sheets again. You aren’t sure if you’re allowed to touch her. It doesn’t seem that she needs you to. Moments later she makes a high-pitched moan and then she’s shaking. You can’t take your eyes off of the look of pure pleasure on her face. Then her shoulders droop and she gives you a satisfied smile. 

“Very well done,” she says like you did more than just lay there.

She climbs off the bed and you’re surprised at your surprise. She has, technically, administered the gel but the feeling has come back stronger than ever.

“You aren’t going to—?” you’ve never left with the heat blazing again before. How are you meant to last until your next visit if you’re leaving feeling just as badly as when you arrived?

“I’ve already applied the gel,” she reminds you. You open your mouth but you have nothing reasonable to counter with. “Has the feeling come back?” she raises an eyebrow.

Hesitantly, you nod. She said the dildo was meant to be a more intensive form of treatment but after what she just did…only the lingering ache from the stretch proves it happened at all. 

She tsks and walks back over to the bed. “Just a quick one,” she says, “Since this one isn’t technically for your health.”

She doesn’t give you time to question. Her fingers return to your clit. She doesn’t build the fire this time. She creates firm circles that has the feeling inside you rising quickly. 

It’s over before it really begins and you’re surprised at the dual feeling of completion and yearning. The fire dulls but it isn’t satiated like it’s been previously. Agatha smirks slightly at your expression but she doesn’t make a comment. 

“Off you pop, dear. You’ll have to wait until your next visit. Unless you figure out how to help yourself in the mean time, hm?”

You highly doubt you’ll ever be able to make yourself feel as good as she does but you nod obediently and stand on shaky legs. 

“Until next time.”

[chanranghaeys]

☀️ the boy who was the sun

How fitting that you meet him once again under a sky that casts a million colors, the same way that your life turned into a million colors all at once from the moment you first met him?

pairing: lee seokmin x gn!reader word count: 1.6k+ genre: angst to comfort to fluff rating: g tags: exes to second-chance lovers, implied breakup off the page, dk is like the sun :(, sunsets are also beginnings warnings: mentions of family and career pressure

a/n: this is completely inspired by @svtreverie and her words, in turn inspired by hozier’s “shrike,” so in turn i have lifted some passages from you and your brain. i love you, c. please note that i started this in april 2024 because of you, and i finally have the chance to finish it now. i dedicate this to you. dedications also to fellow cuties g @tusswrites and @miniseokminnies bc i can hehe. happy dokyeom day! ☀️

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The sunset came upon you suddenly as you turned the corner, the sun coming out from behind the buildings that shielded its setting rays. You always thought that the sun shined brighter when it set, as sunrises were always softer. Besides, you never really caught the rising of the sun as a self-professed night owl, waking up when it was already high above the world at its peak.

It was the peak of the golden hour. Today, it was a hazy rose gold mixed with pinks and purples that were still warm with the glow of day. You preferred sunsets this way, calmer and less harsh than the torrid streaks of red, yellow, and orange. You wondered what was so special about the past few hours for your eyes to be blessed with this sight.

You didn’t frequent this city often, but that has changed recently. In past years, you used to come here as a young adult starting out in the corporate life. You would wait for your father to fetch you after work so you could come home to a house that lacked a certain warmth, a warmth that you have only felt in numbered moments—memories that were branded in your mind, with some that you’d rather forget.

But time has changed you, and you now shadow your father’s footsteps as next in line to his company. It took a while for you to—as your parents put it—“come to your senses,” but fate had you surrender to it. Your feet moved on impulse as you followed your father’s footsteps, denying that it was against your will.

Besides, did you really have a choice in the matter? In the end, nothing did, anyway.

Today you were alone, and the end of the work day allowed you to finally take a deep breath in this corner green of the bustling business district. Some voice in your head told you to take a walk rather than book a car to take you straight home to the solace of your room in the cover of night.

Maybe subconsciously, you were also looking for the motion of your feet in a place separated from the confines of your comfort zone. Just for today.

The park was busier than usual, with more people both strolling and rushing on opposite sides of intersecting paths. Thankfully, you found solace in the anonymity that the crowd provided you; The joggers in their pace, the kids blowing bubbles at their parents’ faces, the dog walkers and cat lovers, the cliques that perched on their picnic blankets—no one knew who you were, the heir to one of the country’s largest conglomerates. A title whose weight you wish was never hung on your shoulders.

You looked up at the sky once more, savoring the brief moment that nature’s canvas was showing everyone before it was swallowed by the inevitable dark. Phones were raised and camera lenses pointed at the stunning scene in an attempt to capture the fleeting phenomenon. You decide to do the same.

You snap the sky at every angle, finding the best one you can while turning around in place. You realize that you must’ve looked so silly doing so, but again, no one knew who you were anyway. Just when you thought you were satisfied, you raise your phone once more for one final photo. You look at the screen and through the lens of your phone camera, you see him.

Wait a minute. You shake your head and lower your phone to look at the person with your own eyes, making sure that they aren’t deceiving you. They weren’t.

He was in front of you, a few meters away. He was transfixed by the colors above him, doing the exact same thing you were doing just moments ago—but you knew even until now that he’d work harder for the photo. He wasn’t using a phone, but his trusty mirrorless camera snapping away at the sky. He lowers the camera to eye level, capturing the chaos through his lens of calm.

His lens traveled, looking for the next subject to immortalize in a photo. Before you knew it, the lens was aimed right at you.

He froze.

You could just imagine the thoughts going through his head as he lowered his camera. You didn’t care if you were standing in the way because you couldn’t see anyone but him.

Him. The boy who was the sun—your sun. The boy whose light was so bright that it was blinding that it always hurt, but in a good way.

The boy whose light was so bright and blinding, that in the end it just hurt.

Instinct took over. And while it hurt your heart to do it again, you looked down and turned around, away from the only source of light to ever grace your life.

Because you could not do it any longer.

You could not burden him with pressures that were beyond his control. You could not bring him back into a world where the only words for him were, "You don't belong." You could not let him back into the darkness you have made for yourself. You could not protect him from yourself if he reenters the tall walls you have built around you.

In the corner of your eye, you see him start to move, and you begin walking as quick as you can. Your mind started to fill with thoughts you worked so hard to push away—thoughts, memories, unspoken words, and everything else that was for him and no one else.

You refuse to believe the heavy footsteps growing louder as they neared you. You refuse to believe that he would actually still reach for you after the way you pushed him away all those years ago. And even when you felt the grip of a hand on yours, you still refused to believe that it was his fingers and his palms that caught your wrist, how naturally it fit, closing around it as if was a sheath to your sharp edges.

You hear it—your name from his voice, so indelible in your mind, for all its lilts and tones when he both spoke and sang. His voice, that you have not heard in five years, immediately brought you back to the day you first met and all the days since then.

His voice that, in one second, immediately broke down the walls that you put up around yourself since that last day.

You find your voice, surprising yourself that you did. “Seokmin. Hi.” You were breathless, and your voice showed it.

“Hi.” He replied, and he smiled, the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, breaking out from his face, one that could not hide the pure emotion. “I’m so happy to see you here.”

Before you could register what happened, you found yourself replying involuntarily, “Me too.”

And with that simple statement, something shifted in you.

Five years have changed you, there’s no doubt about that. And in those five years, you’ve come to terms with the painful truth behind why you let him go, with the question of “Why?” still haunting your every moment of regret.

On the worst nights, you find yourself wrapped in the jacket he put around your shoulders for the last time, right before you parted. The one that granted you his faithfully unfailing warmth in the cold, grateful it was there to catch your tears.

On the best days, you absentmindedly hum the tune from the LUCY song he said was his favorite, the one that you came to love just as much as he did. Whether you knew it or not, he was still in everything you did.

Because one thing you knew and you were sure of—you loved him, with every piece and fiber within you. You loved him hard, too hard, so much so to the point that you had no choice but to let him go.

Yet here you are, with the life-shattering realization that you still love him, titles and labels and families and the whole world be damned, because the man standing in front of you was the same man who still had his heart on his sleeve. You could see it in his smile.

How fitting that you meet him once again under a sky that casts a million colors, the same way that your life turned into a million colors all at once from the moment you first met him?

In the midst of the crowd and the afterglow of the sunset, in a place where you could trust to remain unseen and unknown, you find once again the only person who was and is still the light in your darkest days. How could you have ever denied this plain and simple truth?

It was with his smile that you felt it again—it was so bright that it was blinding, and an ache in your heart spasmed at the warmth that spread from it. It hurt, as it always did these past years, but now…it was in a good way again.

The setting sun gave way to the dusk. Artificial light replaced the natural glow of the day to keep the surroundings lit. But underneath its canopy, you couldn’t help the light blooming again from within you, slowly making its way to the smile that formed on your lips.

With the glimmer of this newfound light, you resolve to fight every single instinct within you—to walk away, to move your feet in the opposite direction, to run from the feelings that you have always avoided.

You start small, with one, two steps towards him. You could whisper, and he would hear it because he knew that as long as it came from you, it didn’t need to be shouted. He knew that you’d fly like a bird to him now if you could.

Because nothing else but your truth can illuminate the path ahead of you. And your truth was standing right in front of you.

[fumekara]

ALL THE THINGS I HAVE DONE (Final part)

SatoSugu x Gn reader 

Plot: Your relationship with the strongest sorcerers in Japan was falling apart after they yelled at you and broke your heart. 

n/a: English is not my first language, there will be a final part of this writing experiment, I am not very satisfied with how it came out. I know this is probably not the ending you were expecting. 

Tw: A lot of angst, fluff, comfort, mention of sex, polyamorous relationship, mention of the death of one's pet, the reader has a cat, in this version Geto is a sorcerer. 

If you are sensitive to mourning for your pets, do not interact with this fic. 

WC: 2K

Click here for part 1 part2

You woke up blinded by the sunlight filtering through your bedroom window. Your eyes were swollen and sore from crying the night before. You felt a lack at the side of your bed and realized that Satoru and Suguru were not with you. Still groggy from waking up, you sat up and turned your attention to the bedside table to your left to check what time it was. You noticed, however, a glass of water, a muffin and a note with a message written on it that you were sure were not there the night before. You take the note in your hand and immediately recognise Suguru's handwriting. 

We went out on an errand, we'll be back soon'.

Sighing, you brought the note to your face, as if trying to get something from it, like the warmth of the people who had cradled you and held you in their arms yesterday. 

You didn't know where they might have gone, but you wanted to be with them, wanting to understand at all costs what would become of you from now on. 

You had met the boys through Shoko, who was a close friend of yours in university days and had introduced you to her friends when you had all gone out together to celebrate your graduation. Although you were a bit shy at first and talked only to Shoko when you were sitting at a karaoke table, you managed to have a rather pleasant conversation with the two boys. 

As time went by, you became more and more friendly with each other and went out more and more often with Gojo and Geto, even when Shoko wasn't with you, you enjoyed their company, you liked the fact that Gojo and Geto were so different, but still managed to find their stability in being together. They soon grew fond of you and began to be more open with you, their trust in you had strengthened and they showed genuine happiness in being with you. As a result, you could not help but have feelings for them, which gradually grew as your friendship continued. 

You had become friends and remained friends even when Gojo and Geto got together. You knew it would happen sooner or later from the way they treated each other, plus you knew their history, since they had confided in you, during one of the evenings spent together watching movies, that they had been through a lot of bad times together. You were happy for them, really, but a part of you was unhappy that you could not be part of that unbreakable bond. 

At the time you were living together, after graduation you had decided to look for a flat in Tokyo to start your career, and since they had a spare room at home, they offered to put you up. 

You were sure you would only inconvenience the couple and didn't know what your life would be like knowing you were living under the same roof as them. You hadn't told anyone about your feelings for them, not even Shoko. They assured you that they would be happier to have you as a roommate and that you could never be a nuisance, since you were a close friend of theirs, and that they would never allow you to live in a dingy cheap flat until you finally settled down with your job. 

And so you did, you went to live with them and were relieved that they both agreed to let you take Nuko with you. Moreover, living with them was great from day one. When you got up in the morning, you would find Suguru in the kitchen preparing breakfast and greeting you with a 'Good morning love', showing you his beautiful smile as always. Gojo, who to tease you would put some items on the shelves and top shelves and then laugh when you got nervous with him because you couldn't reach them, and every time he would muss your hair with his hand when he returned it to you doing his usual cheeky grin. Sometimes you would fall asleep on the sofa with your legs tangled during movie nights, sometimes both of you and sometimes you would spend evenings sitting on the sofa late into the night talking about silly things, deep thoughts about the most existential questions or the doubts and fears that tormented you. 

Even when you managed to settle down in Tokyo and in your job you stayed living with them and they were fine with that.

Everything changed the day they asked you to become part of their relationship. They had both grown fond of you and, although at first you thought they had asked you in order to offer you a friendship with benefits, you realized that the more time passed, the more your triangular relationship turned into something absolutely wonderful. The months spent with them made you feel happy and fulfilled and you felt complete. 

But now what was left, what would become of you from now on?.

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At noon it began to rain and meanwhile you were preparing lunch while waiting for Satoru and Suguru to return. As you boiled the rice, you turned your head towards the bowl still full from the day before yesterday that lay in the corner of the kitchen floor and once belonged to Nuko. You sighed sadly and went back to work, deciding to chop some vegetables. 

Suddenly you heard the sound of keys turning the lock of the front door: they were back. 

"Hey, Y/N, where are you?" you heard Satoru call out to you. "I'm in the kitchen," you replied, continuing to cut. 

Hearing their footsteps heading towards the kitchen, you decided to turn around and not look back. "I'm making saffron rice for lunch," you said not knowing what to do in that situation. 

You turned your head slightly for a moment and then returned to what you were doing. You saw them on the threshold of the kitchen door, both slightly wet and Satoru was holding something in his hand, although you saw it in passing without realizing what it was. 

You could feel their gazes on you and you were sure they wanted to talk about what had happened in the last two days and that perhaps it would lead to you breaking up. 

"Y/N can you come here for a moment?" asked Satoru in an extremely quiet and gentle way. "I'm cutting Toru here," you replied, hoping that would be enough to avoid talking to them until you heard them approaching further. "Y/N, please look," Suguru added in the same tone.

You heaved a sigh surrendering to what now seemed inevitable and turned toward them. 

What you saw left you speechless. 

Satoru was holding what appeared to be a kitten only a few months old lying in the sorcerer's arms. Both men looked at you with an expression of regret. 

You stood for a moment confused by the scene before you. You tried with all your might to say something, but nothing sensible came out of your mouth except a series of quivering babble. "Come here," Suguru told you softly, extending his hand for you to come closer. 

You slowly approached them to get a better look, and Satoru gave you the kitten so you could hold it. You heard him meowing and that seemed to awaken you from your trance-like state, and staring at him better you saw that he had Nuko's gray fur. You were so astonished that you did not notice that both men's eyes had glazed over with tears at your reaction to their gift.

"I don't understand...," you said in a trembling voice, "why you...I...I don't...." Unable to finish the sentence, you looked up at them feeling the tears flow down your cheeks. 

At this point they hugged you and exactly like you let the tears flow.

"Y/N we are so sorry, for everything, I mean it, forgive us," Gojo said rubbing his forehead with yours as he sobbed undaunted like you had never seen from him. "We didn't mean to say those things to you, you didn't deserve it and we were so stupid to let us talk to you like that, sorry, please forgive us, sorry." You looked into his eyes before he planted a series of kisses on your face wet with your tears. 

Suguru took your face in his large hands so that you could see him face to face, and you saw him completely destroyed by the situation you had put yourselves in. "We love you Y/N," he said, "We really love you and we are sorry to have made you feel so long." . Before you could say anything, he softly kissed your lips, letting you both drift away from the intensity of the emotions you were feeling at that moment. He pulled away from you as if to get some air, before returning to kiss your face as Satoru had done. 

"We don't want to lose you Y/N, you are the most precious thing we have."

Satoru turned your head and kissed you at the corners of your lips as he wiped away your tears in an attempt to comfort you and then went back to talking. "I know this won't be enough to make us forgive each other, but know that we have talked about it and we both agree that we are both in love with you and don't want to lose you and that we will do everything to get your forgiveness and make you feel loved as you deserve. Even if it takes a lifetime, we will make sure that neither of us will come back to make you feel as bad as we do these days. We want to love you as we love you right now." 

"Don't feel obligated after this Y/N, but..." both of them left you some space "please forgive us for everything. Give us a chance to let you know how sorry we are."

You continued to cry as Suguru rubbed a hand on your back to make you calm down and Satoru took the kitten from your hands and then placed it on the ground so as not to overwhelm you. 

"You... that's why you went out this morning," you sniffed, "but how?" and leaned down to pet the kitten who purred at your attention.

"Mrs. Momaru had mentioned to us some time ago that her cat had had kittens, and we went to her to ask if there were any left," Satoru told you as they both snuggled with you. You knew Mrs. Momaru; she was your neighbor, an elderly lady with a heart of gold. 

"We're sorry about what happened to Nuko, we were hoping she could lift your spirits," Suguru told you uncertainly, "I know she won't be able to replace him, but...." 

"I love her," you interrupted him and turned toward them. Now that you had calmed down, you were ready to say how you felt, "I love you guys and I want to be with you, but it will take time before I can forgive you completely," you said and they took your hands gently. 

"We understand Y/N," Suguru whispered, kissing your hand. 

"We will make sure you never feel this way again, we promise," Satoru said, as they wrapped you again in a loving, desperate embrace and for the first time in a long time you felt at peace. 

It might have taken time to forgive them, but there was still hope between you. 

Taglist: @qualitygiantshoepsychic @dark1paradise @mel1mak @tatahungry @aish777

[cobaltperun]

Eternal Flame side story 1 - Brave Shine

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Chapter Summary: The ghosts from the past come back to haunt you, testing your resolve once more. You've never wanted to fight, to resort to violence, until now. Everything comes at a price, but is there anything worth losing Jenna?

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Masterlist / First Part

Word count: 3.1k

-If you need a hand to hold, then stay the night, on the darkest of my days, you saved my life-

-October 2024-

Months of hard work, a rather busy schedule with barely any rest was taking its toll on her. The Beetlejuice Beetlejuice press tour slowed the shooting down, meaning they all had to work extra hard to catch up. At least the scenes you and Jenna had went smoothly, ridiculously smoothly at times, and Jenna was thankful for that. Tonight was one of the rare nights she walked back to your apartment on her own. You wrapped up a few hours before her and you were both still trying to keep your relationship a secret, so you went back to the apartment on your own. Perhaps the most challenging part of hiding your relationship was making sure people didn’t figure out you were sharing apartment. How you both managed to do it was still a mystery to Jenna.

She opened the doors, expecting to be hit by the scent of a warm meal you took time to prepare whenever you got the chance. You didn’t have to, it was never something Jenna felt she was owed, it was as simple as you leaving the set in a good mood and promising to make something tonight. Yet when she entered the apartment there weren’t any lovely scents that made her mouth water greeting her. The apartment lacked the usual warmth caused by the cooking, the lights were off, and Jenna cautiously flipped a switch. “Y/N?” she called out, a sense of dread filling her tired body as her heart threated to force its way out of her chest. Everything looked normal, just the way the two of you left it this morning.

“The balcony!” you responded but your voice didn’t bring her any comfort. For a reason she couldn’t explain your voice sounded wrong to her, and instead of relaxing her it actually made her even more worried.

Jenna put her bag away and approached the slightly open balcony doors, she could see you, watching over the city and leaning over the railing, tense. From the corner of her eye, she noticed sliced zucchini on the kitchen counter. Something interrupted you just as you started preparing the meal, and Jenna found it difficult to even swallow the lump stuck in her throat as your eyes remained fixated on the city. “Baby?” she barely found her voice as she reached up, cradling your cheek and hoping her touch would make you look at her. It didn’t. Your breath just hitched, and she could feel a slight tremble of your jaw under her thumb before you clenched it. After three and a half years together this was the first time she was frightened.

You’ve been open with her all these years, always letting her see you vulnerable, always encouraging her to push past her own insecurities, never holding anything back, yet this time she was reminded of you back when you were filming Scream. When she stopped you from going to a fight. The look on your face was the same as it was that night, deep in thought and showing her she wouldn’t be able to get through to you, no matter how hard she tried.

She’d still try.

“What happened?” you were pressed to the railing, and she doubted she could get you to budge now, so she sat on the railing, wanting to look you in the eyes, to see your whole face instead of just the side of it.

Your reaction was immediate, and you grabbed her waist and moved to stand in front of her, steadying her even if she was already certain she couldn’t fall over. The panic in your eyes as you looked at her made her feel guilty. This wasn’t the reaction she anticipated, you’ve never done this before. You held her to hold her, to be close to her, this was different, this was firm, driven by fear and clearly uncomfortable with her sitting there, so, Jenna hopped back down. “Please look at me,” she whispered, making you finally focus entirely on her. “I’m with you. Whatever happened, I’m with you,” she moved her hand from your cheek to the back of your neck and merely suggested a hug, not wanting to push you right now. And relief flooded her as you lowered your head and pressed your forehead against her own, a deep breath later she felt your grip on her changing, turning into a hug. A tight, almost desperate hug, but a hug nonetheless.

“You’re with me,” you whispered, and Jenna wasn’t sure for how long the two of you stayed like that, just embracing as the tension surrounding and engulfing you slowly vanished. “I need to leave for a couple of days, I already spoke with Tim and others,” your words surprised her, made her worry once again. You always told her where you were going, well, other than when you went to film Deadpool & Wolverine, but this couldn’t be for a movie. And normally Jenna wouldn’t mind not knowing where you were, she trusted you completely, but this just reminded her of that night, your fights. “I’ll be fine, I just need to do something alone,” you assured her, but she heard the doubt in your voice, you weren’t even convincing yourself, let alone her.

And she would have argued if she didn’t feel just how much you were hurting right now.

All she could do was trust you, unconditionally, unwaveringly, just the way she did these past three and a half years.

~X~

Tomorrow came way too soon, you felt as if someone tore open the ground beneath you and now you were in a freefall, unable to grasp anything. You were on your own, in a small, bland, rented apartment. It didn’t matter what the apartment looked like, or that the bed was uncomfortable, or the heating nonexistent, the location is what made you rent it for two days. It was facing a local courthouse. You wished you could stop it, but your mind kept replaying the last night’s conversation with your parents’ lawyer. The man was your father’s friend and helped you sell the apartment as quickly as possible after the accident, and he made sure the truck driver got locked up for as long as possible.

He had his limits though.

“There was nothing else I could do,” he apologized to you as he notified you of the truck driver’s release. There was a hearing today, and then that man would walk free, the sob story of a man driven to insanity by drugs that now wished to repent for his sins, as he so earnestly stated, as well as numerous other circumstances made sure he would be let out on a parole.

You clenched your fists, wondering in which courtroom he was, wondering if there was anything you could do. There was something. But what would be the cost?

You could have testified, could have recounted the way his actions destroyed your life, perhaps gotten the judges to reconsider, to at least delay the inevitable. What good would it do? Push his release back for a few months? A year? There was no way your actions wouldn’t cause ripple effects, people would start looking into your story, and perhaps your past as the underground fighter would come out, possibly tarnishing your career.

Your career you could sacrifice, but Jenna’s?

Never.

You had so many projects together, some yet to come out, and you wouldn’t put that at risk. You couldn’t drag her into this. Even if it felt like you were killing your parents again by just sitting back as that monster got to walk free.

Sighing, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone. You needed to get your mind off of this, and Jenna was busy filming, so, you went and called Hugh. A few rings later Hugh answered and for a brief moment you felt some respite from the emptiness threatening to consume you.

“Y/N!” Hugh’s tone was full of energy and excitement over you calling, you haven’t really seen each other since you went to film season 2, and with both of you busy you haven’t talked much either. Despite your situation you smiled.

“Hey, pops,” you almost choked on that word as it brought you right back to the reality.

“What’s wrong?” Hugh’s tone immediately changed. He knew you too well, understood the smallest shifts in your tone, let alone something as big as this.

You sighed, as if releasing that breath would release all the burden of this day. It didn’t, the burden remained and all it accomplished was worrying Hugh even more. You made them both worry, and if you somehow got Barbara involved into this as well she’d be just as worried. Jenna’s family as well, they sort of adopted you into their family since they figured you weren’t ever going to hurt Jenna, and while you and Edward weren’t best friends you managed to build quite a nice friendship with Jenna’s siblings and Natalie. All of those people were in your life, were precious to you and would have shown up to support you through this, yet…

“I want to hurt him,” you whispered. Acknowledging for the first time how you truly felt about this, For the first time in your life you wanted to hurt someone, you wanted to rush down the stairs, to run into that courtroom and break him, destroy his life the way his actions nearly destroyed your life, keep him alive so he can live on suffering.

And it terrified you.

“Hurt who?” you could hear Hugh getting up, you could hear the chair he was sitting on scrapping the floor, the worst of all, you could hear the panic in his voice.

“The truck driver. He’ll be let out on a parole today,” the silence that followed was deafening, louder than any words Hugh could have spoken. What was there to say or do?

“For the first time in my life I wish I could resort to violence,” your voice shook, and you caught yourself wondering if Edward was right all those years ago. Were you just one really bad thing away from resorting to violence? You could see yourself doing it, hurting him, punching him over and over again, and the thought alone felt good, it felt like righteous fury.

“Is Jenna with you?” despite how close you and Hugh were, he knew, perhaps better than anyone, just how much Jenna affected you. Over the past three and a half years she was truly the only one who could save you from these thoughts. Yet she was on another continent.

“No, I’m alone,” you shattered what little hope Hugh had that Jenna could chase away this overwhelming darkness shrouding your vision.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, and you could hear him pacing his apartment. “Why?” you understood his frustration, the way it slipped through his composure despite his best efforts. He felt helpless, rendered damn near useless by your own decision to do this alone.

“I didn’t want Jenna to see me like this,” it wasn’t entirely true, though that was a part of it, but you didn’t dare to say the truth, not yet, not to anyone but Jenna.

“Y/N,” he sounded exasperated, all things considered you really couldn’t blame him.

“I’m not going back to fighting,” you said, just as the courthouse doors opened and you saw the truck driver walking out, on a parole, but basically free in your eyes. It would be so easy. Just rush downstairs and follow him. Consequences be damned. You’d never go back to underground fighting, but that wouldn’t be fighting. That would…

You would…

The images of your parents in that hospital room, the memory of letting them die, the empty apartment, and now this.

You could do it.

The price would be too high.

“I know you won’t,” Hugh sighed, and you chose to look away from the window, to erase the man walking away, free, from your memory. To shut any possibility of vengeance down.

“Am I killing them again by letting him go?” you still asked, knowing the only answer Hugh could possibly give you. Even if he didn’t believe it there was only one answer to be given, the only answer that would free you from that burden.

“No, you aren’t,” he believed it, you heard it in his voice, and you had to force yourself to believe it too.

“Thanks, pops,” you whispered, thankful that you had him in your life.

~X~

You couldn’t stay there as long as you planned, so, in the early morning hours you slipped into your and Jenna’s apartment in Ireland only to find Jenna sleeping at the table, her dinner, noodles, left untouched with Raiju dutifully guarding her. “Good boy,” you praised him as he raised his head, looked at you and yawned as his tail wagged from side to side. He got up, stretching as you looked at Jenna, she looked like she just managed to fall asleep, and only because of how exhausted she was. Worse than that it was clear she was crying before she fell asleep. “I’m so sorry, Jen,” you whispered, waking her up enough for her not to get startled as you picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Raiju followed after you and patiently waited as you made sure Jenna was comfortable in the bed. “Thanks, buddy,” you pet him and smiled as he nuzzled against your chest before yawning again. “Go sleep,” and he did, after he licked your hand a few times he sleepily went over to his own bed. All that was left for you to do was freshen up and change and you’d join Jenna right away.

“Y/N,” Jenna’s sleepy voice made you halt just as you turned toward the bathroom. She was rubbing her eyes as she sat up and you smiled, walking over to her and sitting on her side of the bed.

Even if you went after that man you would have stopped. You wouldn’t have done anything, no matter how much it hurt to know he was now free. That empty apartment was replaced by a warm home, one you and Jenna built together. Nothing in this world, no justice, or righteous fury, were worth risking this. You wouldn’t trade your future to satisfy your past.

“I love you,” you leaned in, capturing her soft lips and relaxing as she returned the kiss and hugged you. Even as sleepy and tired as Jenna was, she still kissed you like you reunited after months, instead of roughly one day. You made her worry way too much. “I love you so much,” you repeated breathlessly when you separated for air.

“Are you okay?” she asked, trusting that the butterfly kisses on your cheeks and neck would tell you she loved you too.

“I am now,” you nearly said you were fine because she saved you, but you really needed to go and change, you couldn’t sleep in these clothes. Yet Jenna wasn’t letting go. “I promise,” you whispered, and only those words made her release you. “Just a few minutes,” you said with a small grin on your face and went to the bathroom. The annoyed huff and a body falling back onto the bed made you genuinely laugh.

You could never do something that would cost you Jenna’s love.

No matter what it was.

So, with that in mind you came back to her, dressed in comfortable pajamas, and only wanting to hold the love of your life. Jenna reached out to you, motioned for you to come closer, as if you were approaching too slowly for her liking. Maybe you were too slow, because the moment you were within her reach she pulled you in, making you lay your head on her chest as she hugged you. “Hugh told me,” that explained the crying.

“Remind me to thank him tomorrow,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, thankful that he handled telling Jenna. You probably didn’t have it in you to ease her into it tonight. “He told you everything?” you felt Jenna nodding and taking in a deep breath.

“I could never judge you for wanting to,” she paused. “do that to him. I don’t see you any differently,” Jenna said with so much sincerity in her voice.

“I know,” and you really did know. Knowing that she wouldn’t see you any differently and not wanting her to see you the way you were, however, were two very different things. Besides, there was a much bigger reason why you went alone.

“Why did you go alone, Y/N?” there was so much she wanted to tell you, you knew that. You knew what she wanted to tell you as well, that she had your back, that she wanted to be there for you, that she loved and cared for you unconditionally, and that you never had to face anything alone as long as she was there.

And if it was anything else you would have happily taken her with you.

“The last time he was close I lost the people I loved the most. It’s ridiculous, there’s no logic to it, but I just feared that if you, or Hugh, or Barbara, were with me that it would happen again,” it was irrational, but you were terrified of it regardless of how much sense it made. Nothing would have happened. You were in an apartment, Jenna would have been with you. Nothing would have happened to her. But that man… he felt like death itself to you, like his presence alone could take your loved ones away from you, so you went alone.

“Oh, Y/N,” Jenna sobbed, holding you tighter, knowing that the words wouldn’t help right now. All she could do was just be there, let you feel her presence, let you listen to her heartbeat, because what else was there to do or say. The exhaustion, both physical and emotional, took its toll and the two of you fell asleep like that, silently promising to talk more about what happened tomorrow, when you would once again be able to be vulnerable with Jenna, to talk about what you felt without holding anything back. For now, you could rest.

You were saved by her anyway, in all of the darkest moments that happened since you met her, Jenna always kept saving you.

A/N: Am I happy with this? More or less. At least I went and wrote something 🤣🤣

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Masterlist / First Part

[teeztruthers24]

in every lifetime, I would still choose this life with you

PAIRINGS: geto x gojo x reader (satosugu x reader)

WARNINGS: pregnancy (sorry if this icks you out...but for Geto and Gojo...i'll do this every time) + anxious thoughts + reader's water breaks at the end, hurt/comfort (idk why I can't write pure angst)

Reader is heavily implied as afab + is pregnant but other than that, there are no other defining features described

(this just made me wish satoru and suguru were real ... because they would be amazing husbands (sobs))

SUMMARY:

Heart pounding, oncoming headache, belly aching, anxiety raising; that's how Satoru and Suguru left you when you were at home and they were on missions.

Maybe a heart-to-heart conversation would help them realise you just needed your husbands to be safe out in the world - knowing when they were coming home, it wasn't just to you...but a very special little someone as well!

START:

The warmth of the early morning sun is what awoke you this morning, which is strange because usually, it’s your large man-child of a husband who wakes you up by peppering a bunch of silly kisses across your face and hair, making you giggle and push him away. If that didn’t wake you up, Satoru would then bring in the big guns – Suguru, who would kiss you whilst tickling you to silence your raucous laughter. 

What a wonderful way to start each morning. 

Except this morning, although the sun was warm on your face, your hands could only feel the cold sheets beneath them as you mindlessly searched for your husbands with your eyes closed. 

Irritated that you couldn’t find them in bed, you opened your eyes to find yourself in your empty bedroom. Silence. The silence was…quite well-welcomed considering Satoru always managed to fill the quiet. And the silence was even more appreciated considering in a few months, you and your husbands would soon wake up to the shrill cry of your newborn. 

But after getting out of bed and finishing washing up in your bathroom, you found the silence starting to become unsettling. Where was the sound of Satoru laughing at that terrible reality TV show he insists you all watch during movie night or the sound of Suguru in the kitchen making breakfast?

Feeling slightly unnerved, you walked out of your bedroom and found the living room also empty. You decide to head into the nursery, a room that, recently, has been a source of comfort when the thoughts of impending motherhood rendered you full of anxiety and worry for your future. 

Being a jujutsu sorcerer in a world like the one you and your husbands lived in was, for lack of a better word, incredibly distressing. Luckily, now that you were nearing the end of your pregnancy, you weren’t asked to go on missions (and therefore didn’t have to deal with those awful old higher-ups) but the same couldn’t be said for Satoru and Suguru. They were still asked to go on missions that you always considered dangerous due to the special grade curses you knew they would encounter. The same missions that would have your heart pounding from the moment they left home to when they entered through the front door again, and your stomach clenching with anxiety (although, as of late, you couldn’t distinguish if that was anxiety or your baby). 

Shaking your head as if to clear your thoughts, you walk into the nursery and find Satoru and Suguru…building the crib…that they were supposed to build three weeks ago. Biting back a smile you walked, or waddled rather, further into the room and cleared your throat, making your presence known. 

Satoru and Suguru’s hands paused in their work and they both slowly turned their head up to look at you with nervous smiles on their beautiful faces. They knew they were busted…they should’ve just listened when you asked them to build the crib the day they bought it. 

Letting go of the leg piece he was holding, Suguru stood up, wiped his hands and leaned down to give you a gentle hug. 

Rubbing his hand up and down your sore back, he whispered, “Good morning my love.” The adoring smile on his face when he looked at you could melt all the ice in the world. 

Trying to seem assertive in front of your husbands, you huffed in reply and turned your head to the side, choosing to look at the beautiful mural Shoko and Utahime painted (more Utahime than Shoko) on your baby’s nursery wall. Maybe ignoring Suguru’s greeting, as sweet as he was, would send your (dim) husbands that you finally caught them in their punishment of not listening to you. 

Instead, your act had the complete opposite effect on Suguru and Satoru, who looked at each other with a knowing smile and then turned to you with an endearing look in their eyes and wrapped you in the warmest, tightest (being mindful of your bump) hug that had you wanting to go back to sleep again. 

“Did you sleep well, sweetcheeks? Hope we didn’t wake you up with our noise…and if we did then it was all Suguru’s fault!” Satoru said cheerfully. 

Turning to face him, you pinched his cheeks and savoured his whining before replying, “The only reason I slept well was my two body pillows that did not move at all during the night…thank you. But I did not ,” you emphasise, “appreciate waking up all alone. The bed got cold,” you whined at the end, hoping your pouty lips would make your husbands feel bad about leaving you all alone in bed. 

“Oh my love we’re so sorry! We just wanted to let you sleep in and get to work on the crib…though…we had hoped it would be finished before you woke up,” Suguru said with a dejected tone. 

Almost immediately, you softened and grabbed their hands before stating, “It’s okay my loves. At least you’re working on it now, no? As long as it’s done before the baby comes, do not stress. Now, I am incredibly hungry…are you going to just stand here or go to the kitchen and make breakfast for the mother of your child,” you asked cheekily, brow raised in question.

Your boys leant down to peck your cheeks before scrambling to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. Laughing softly to yourself, you followed them and leaned against the doorway, watching as your husbands clumsily moved around each other in your small kitchen. 

After watching them for some time, you voiced out if they needed any help and Satoru and Suguru shook their heads in disagreement so hard and fast you worried they would get whiplash. 

“No my dear, you just sit and rest your feet. Let us serve you food, okay love? Don’t you worry about a single thing,” Suguru walked towards you, arms opened, and moved you to sit on the comfy chair in the dining room. “We’ll be done soon and you focus on eating well love,” he said before placing a kiss on your forehead and bending down to kiss the soft swell of your belly. 

With a large smile on his gorgeous face, he left for the kitchen and all you could hear was the clinging of pans and the smell of delicious breakfast being made for you. 

Soon enough, out walked Satoru carrying your food and Suguru carrying a portion for him and Satoru to eat. Placing the food on the table in front of you, Satoru leaned over to kiss you, and you found yourself wanting to deepen the feeling of your lips against his plush soft ones. 

Hearing a soft clearing of the throat stopped the two of you, however, and you leaned back with a chuckle. Looking at Suguru, you took his hand in your right, Satoru’s in your left, and said cheerfully, “Let’s eat!” 

Luckily neither of your husbands had any missions so you all stayed at home and rested whilst they fixed the crib and checked off their to-do lists for the nursery.

Later that evening when you all were getting ready for bed, you in the bathroom and Satoru and Suguru already getting comfortable in bed, you could hear their conversation about their upcoming mission; special grade curses were released near an elementary school in Roppongi. Hearing what Satoru and Suguru were saying, you went rigid and panic took over you; this mission sounded incredibly dangerous…and of course it was sent by the higher-ups. 

You could hear the worry in Suguru’s voice when he told Satoru he wished they didn’t have to go because “I hate leaving our girl all alone… and pregnant. I mean, the useless old geezers at the top know that we have a kid on the way and they send us on these missions that send our darling spiralling waiting for us…” he broke off, biting his lip in distress. 

Before Satoru could calm him down, you walked out of the bathroom, eyes focused on the ground. Your husbands shot their heads to look at you and you didn’t have to express your concerns because your boys knew too well, judging from your hunched shoulders and hand caressing your belly, about the extreme anxiety coursing your veins. 

They knew all too well about your nightmares and restless sleep that was a result of overthinking about all the darkness you all faced in this world, sorcerer or not…and raising kids in this dangerous world seemed too frightening. 

They understood perfectly because they too had these same nightmares; missions were no longer an easy ‘get it done and go home’ job but rather involved a stomach-turning, panic-inducing state where the boys couldn’t stop imagining their soon-to-be baby as the victim of the curses. They couldn’t stop waking up startled, sweat dripping down their backs, at the thought of you defeating a curse yet never making it home to them and your baby. They worried more than they let on – because you were already stressed and who were they to add to your plate? They had to be strong…they are the strongest sorcerers in the world for a reason, right?

Seeing you so upset made their hearts ache, and they couldn’t have you so distressed before bed. Suguru reached a hand out, and when he found yours slipping into his hold, he helped you onto the bed and into his arms. Satoru gently pressed against your front, placing soft kisses across your belly. 

“I’m worried about your mission. I’m worried you…you won’t come back to me…” you whispered, lips trembling, eyes glistening with tears.

You heard a sharp intake before Suguru leaned down to whisper softly but loud enough for you all to hear, “Oh my love,” he grips you tighter, “Please don’t worry. This mission will be like every other mission okay? 

“Yeah, Suguru’s right doll! The mission can’t fail because we’re the strongest, remember?” Satoru asked, aiming the last part at Suguru with wide eyes, hoping Suguru would help him console you. 

Suguru nodded his head and agreed, “Exactly darling! We’re sorry we can’t do anything to stop you from panicking when we leave for missions, but you have to remember how much we love you, sweetheart. When we leave for those horrendous missions, the only thing keeping us going is knowing you’re waiting at home for us, and soon enough, we’ll be coming home to our lovely wife and our wonderful baby.” He paused to stroke your hair and press kisses into your hairline, before continuing, “It cannot get any better than that my darling.”

Your chest felt a little bit lighter, your breathing more mellowed out. 

“Once again, Suguru’s right sweetcheeks!” Satoru exclaimed. His hand raised to delicately stroke your cheek before basically engulfing your face with his much larger hand. His eyes softened and his voice lowered to an almost whisper, “I know it’s scary carrying a child and then raising them in this world that is dangerous for anyone who isn’t like us. But you’ve got us doll…you won’t have to ever worry about raising this baby,” he caressed your belly with a smile, “alone. You won’t ever have to worry about being the sole protector of our family, because my sweetcheeks, that’s what Suguru and I are here for. You have to remember my love, despite how scary this world is, the love you put out with all your heart will find its way back to you. In this case, it's our beautiful child you’re so strongly carrying.”

Your heart melted. Your husbands always managed to calm you down with their gentle touches and soft words, even Satoru, who strived to shower you and Suguru with physical affection of kisses and hugs and cuddles. 

“I thought I’d never say it love, but…Satoru’s right,” Suguru joked before Satoru interjected with a loud, “Hey!” Tender laughs erupted from the three of you and filled the room with happiness, clearing the murky misery in the room. 

You sniffled, and before you could reach over Satoru to your nightstand to grab a tissue, Satoru and Suguru blotted your tears off your face with their sleeve, their touch so soft you felt like wanting to cry all over again – though this time with a much clearer and lighter heart than before. 

You started scooting off the bed, ignoring Satoru and Suguru’s questioning gaze and moved to grab your hospital go-bag off the floor. Turning to face your husbands with a huge smile, you exclaimed with delight, “Thank you for that my loves, I truly needed to hear that. Now…get your asses off the bed and help me to the hospital – this baby is coming!” 

Suguru and Satoru shot off the bed and started fluttering around you nervously, yet excitedly. Before they could start their fluster of “What?” and “Oh lord dear why didn’t you say something sooner”, you said, “I didn’t want to interrupt you before, but my water broke in the bathroom before and my contractions are starting…we need to go to the hospital now!” 

Looking your husbands in their eyes, hoping to see any sign of apprehension, all you could see was adoration and eager anticipation to get you to the hospital and have this baby. Slowly, they held you and the bag as you all walked towards the car. 

Walking down the stairs, you turned to look at both your husbands, and smiled at them, getting back smiles that were larger than life and tears glistening in their eyes. Oh, how excited they were to see this baby; hold this baby; love this baby. Oh, how excited they were to love you even more than they already did (if that was even possible).

[lila-lou]

✨High School Sweetheart - Pt 5✨

Summary: You come face-to-face with a ghost from your past—Dean Winchester. Five years after he vanished from your life without a word, and now he´s here. But neither you nor he are teenagers anymore.

-Listen to "Chance with you"-

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, FLUFF

Word Count: 8668

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

After taking a steadying breath, you finally emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in a soft, simple dress that hugged you in all the right places, its fabric falling gently around your frame. You grabbed your coat from the nearby chair, slipping your arms into it as you glanced up, only to catch Dean’s gaze fixed on you, an unmistakable look of admiration in his eyes.

His gaze lingered, traveling from the curve of your shoulders down to the hem of your dress, taking in every detail. The intensity in his eyes made your cheeks warm, and you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach as he took a step closer, his gaze softening but never wavering.

“You look… amazing”, he murmured, his voice low, as if he was almost speaking to himself. He reached up, his fingers lightly brushing your shoulder, his touch warm and grounding.

You offered a shy smile, feeling both flattered and slightly flustered under his attention. “Thanks”, you replied softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Guess I didn’t really want to show up to a milkshake date in sweats, you know?”.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t have mattered. Still would’ve looked at you the same”, His tone was sincere, that familiar warmth in his gaze that made it clear he wasn’t just talking about the dress.

You both stood there, the silence stretching between you, filled with an unspoken promise. For a moment, it felt like the years between you had fallen away, and you were back in those high school days, sneaking glances, feeling that exhilarating blend of nervousness and excitement.

With a soft sigh, he pulled his eyes away and gave a little nod toward the door. “Shall we?”.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you grabbed your keys, feeling his hand on the small of your back as he guided you out, his touch both familiar and thrilling.

It didn’t take Dean long at all—maybe half an hour tops, and you were already caught up in his charm, laughing at his stories, blushing every time he shot you that mischievous grin. Sitting across from him, you sipped your milkshake, feeling that undeniable pull all over again, that same thrilling spark you hadn’t felt in years.

As the laughter finally began to fade, you leaned back, settling into a comfortable silence as you watched him, studying the familiar lines of his face, the glint in his eyes that hadn’t dimmed one bit over the years. There was a moment of hesitation, a question that had lingered in the back of your mind for as long as you’d known him. You bit your lip before finally voicing it.

“Will you ever tell me what you really do?”, you asked softly, your eyes searching his face, hoping for an answer that went beyond the surface.

Dean’s smile faltered for a second, and you saw the faintest flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He shifted in his seat, glancing down at his hands, the playful confidence slipping away just a little. He took a deep breath, and when he looked back up at you, his expression was softer, almost vulnerable.

“It’s… complicated”, he said slowly, as if trying to find the right words. “I mean, it’s not exactly a nine-to-five, you know?”. He chuckled softly, though it lacked the usual warmth, a hint of something darker slipping through.

You held his gaze, undeterred, sensing that he was weighing whether or not to finally let you in. “Dean, I know you’re not just some mechanic or… whatever it is you say you are. I don’t need all the details, I just… I just want to understand”.

He looked at you, his jaw tightening slightly as he ran a hand over his face, seeming to wrestle with something inside. Finally, he sighed, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table as he looked down for a long moment before speaking.

“Alright”, he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “What I do… it’s not exactly normal. Not something people just talk about”. He paused, meeting your gaze, his eyes carrying a weight you’d only glimpsed before. “It’s dangerous. Messy. But it’s important. I… help people, in ways most don’t understand. I… keep them safe”.

“Like that guy in "Taken"? Some special agent stuff?”, you asked, half-joking but genuinely curious. A flicker of a smile crossed Dean’s face as he leaned back, clearly amused by your comparison.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as if embarrassed. “Yeah, something like that”, he said, though his tone was softer, a little distant. “But trust me, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds in the movies”.

You tilted your head, trying to read the deeper meaning behind his words. “So, you’re… what, traveling around saving people?”.

Dean’s expression grew serious, and he nodded, though his eyes held a heaviness. “Pretty much. It’s, uh… not the kind of job you can just walk away from, you know? Always more people who need help, things that need dealing with”.

You watched him, a mix of admiration and concern welling up inside you. “That’s why you never stayed, isn’t it?”, you asked quietly, the pieces finally clicking into place.

Dean nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the table. “Yeah. This life, it doesn’t leave much room for normal. I never wanted to drag you into that. Didn’t think it was fair”.

There was a vulnerability in his voice that hit you deeply, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Instead, you reached across the table, resting your hand on his. “Dean”, you murmured, waiting for him to look up.

Dean let out a sigh, his gaze still focused on the table as he gathered his thoughts. He knew exactly what you were about to say, the kind of understanding you were offering, but he shook his head slightly. “Believe me”, he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of years he’d spent on the road, “you don’t want to keep up with that kind of life. It… it changes you. Changes how you see the world”.

You rolled your eyes lightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “So, what—you’re telling me I should have said "Ghostbusters" instead of "Taken"?”.

Dean’s head shot up, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. The slight smirk that followed couldn’t hide the look of quiet awe at your quick insight, and he studied you for a moment, as if seeing you in a new light.

“Ghostbusters, huh?”, he replied, trying to keep his tone casual but unable to mask the respect that crept into his expression. “Didn’t think you’d get that close to the truth”.

You leaned forward, your eyes meeting his with a quiet intensity. “You know, no one’s ever really asked me if I believe in ghosts, Dean”, you said softly, the words hanging in the air between you. The way you said it, the gentle reminder, tugged at a memory buried deep in his mind.

Dean’s eyes softened, a flicker of something vulnerable passing through them as he recalled that night. He’d been hesitant then, not wanting to scare you with the reality of his world, but he’d still let his guard down enough to ask. It had been a moment he hadn’t forgotten, a glimpse into something he’d never felt with anyone else.

“Yeah”, he murmured, his voice low. “I remember”.

A hint of a smile played at the corners of your lips. “I thought you were just messing with me, you know”, you admitted. “Like it was some line to keep me intrigued or something”.

Dean let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe part of me was, but… the other part wanted to know what you’d say. If you’d think I was crazy”.

You shook your head, your gaze warm. “I don’t think you’re crazy, Dean. I never did”.

There was a silence that settled between you both, a space filled with unspoken words and the lingering connection that neither time nor distance had erased. You could feel that this moment was different—that, for the first time, he wasn’t hiding, and you weren’t holding back.

“Maybe”, you continued, voice barely a whisper, “I wouldn’t mind knowing a little more about what you really do. About what’s real”.

Dean looked at you, his face a mix of surprise and admiration, and he realized you might actually mean it. That, after all these years, you might want to understand his world, dark corners and all.

Dean’s gaze softened even more, his surprise giving way to a look of genuine respect and something deeper—an appreciation for the quiet courage he saw in you. “You sure about that?”, he asked, his voice barely above a murmur, like he was almost afraid of your answer.

You nodded, a quiet determination in your eyes. “I don’t think you’ve ever been just some guy passing through, Dean. Not to me. And if you’re carrying around… whatever this is”, you gestured vaguely, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “then maybe it’s time I understand what that means”.

Dean took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“Alright”, he said finally, his voice steady, though his eyes held a softness you hadn’t seen before. “I’ll tell you. The real version, not just bits and pieces”.

He leaned forward, his elbows on the table again, and began to talk. He didn’t hold back, explaining what he did, the things he’d seen, the people he and Sam had helped. He talked about the hunts, the dangers, the toll it took on both of them, how it wasn’t just ghosts and legends but real, terrifying things that people didn’t believe in until it was too late. And through it all, you sat there, listening with an unwavering calm, absorbing every word.

After about an hour of Dean sharing everything—his life on the road, the horrors he’d faced, and the sacrifices he’d made—he finally paused, his gaze searching your face for any sign of fear, doubt, or even disbelief. He swallowed, clearly wrestling with his nerves, and mumbled, “Still don’t think I’m crazy?”.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you stood up, and for a moment, Dean’s heart sank, thinking you were about to leave. But you only smiled softly and walked over to the far corner of the diner, where a sleek, retro-styled jukebox stood. He watched you, confused, as you fiddled with the buttons for a moment. It took a few seconds, but finally, the familiar beat of a song filled the room—the unmistakable intro to Men in Black.

As Will Smith’s voice came through the speakers—“Here come the Men in Black…”—you turned around, grinning at him with a playful, knowing look. The song felt almost too perfect, a bit on-the-nose, but it brought an instant smile to Dean’s face, easing the tension that had built up between you two.

He let out a genuine laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back, watching you with a mixture of amusement and something else, something softer. “Really?”, he said, chuckling. “Out of all the songs…?”.

You shrugged, grinning wider as you made your way back to the table, letting the music play in the background. “Hey, thought it’d lighten the mood”, you said, sliding back into your seat. “Besides, maybe you’re more like a Men in Black kind of guy than a Taken one”.

Dean laughed again, feeling some of the weight he’d been carrying lift a little. “You’re something else, you know that?”.

You gave him a reassuring smile, your eyes warm. “Maybe. But for what it’s worth, Dean… I think you’re one of the good guys. And no, I don’t think you’re crazy”.

As you slid back into your seat across from Dean, you leaned forward a bit, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. “Alright, confession time”, you said, your eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I actually studied parapsychology in college. Thought I’d dive into all the supernatural stuff for real. But… well, once I finished my degree, I realized just how far down the rabbit hole it could go. So, I decided to cut loose”.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face. “You’re kidding. Parapsychology?”. He shook his head, a grin breaking through. “And here I thought you were the normal one”.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you gave him a playful nudge. “Hey, you only have yourself to blame, Winchester. You and that stupid ghost question back in high school”. Your tone was light, teasing, but there was a flicker of sincerity in your eyes. “You got me curious, you know? Maybe too curious”.

Dean grinned, looking a bit sheepish. “Didn’t realize I had that kind of influence on you”, he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I owe you an apology for derailing your ‘normal’ life”.

“Oh, please”, you shot back, rolling your eyes with a smile. “It’s not like you twisted my arm. That one question just… got under my skin. I kept wondering, ‘What if he was serious? What if there really was more out there?’. I guess it sent me down a whole path I wasn’t expecting”.

Dean looked at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned forward, genuinely curious. "So… how come you're not scared?”, he asked, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “Most people would hear half the stuff I told you and be running for the hills. But you’re sitting here… pretty damn calm".

You shrugged, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I guess I just believe in the good”, you said simply, holding his gaze with a quiet confidence. “I mean, yeah, there’s a lot of dark, scary stuff out there. But if all that exists… then maybe there’s something good out there too. And maybe people like you… people who know how to face it? Maybe you’re part of that good”.

Dean paused, absorbing your words. For someone who spent his life battling darkness, hearing you talk about hope, about believing in the good, left him a little speechless. He ran a hand over his face, clearly taken aback by how deeply your words had affected him.

He let out a slow breath, his voice thick with sincerity. “You know… I don’t think anyone’s ever said it like that to me before”. There was a softness in his gaze, something unguarded, and he gave you a small, grateful smile. “Guess I needed to hear it”.

“Well, then… I’m glad I said it”.

Dean and you talked for hours, diving into stories about where life had taken each of you over the past five years. He shared some of his hunts, carefully skirting the darker details, while you told him about your bookstore, the little life you’d built, the friendships you’d formed. There was laughter, quiet moments of shared understanding, and even a few silences that somehow said more than words could.

Eventually, though, the evening crept into night, and the soft hum of conversation began to quiet. Dean walked you out to the Impala, and the drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, both of you seemingly content to just be in each other’s presence.

When he pulled up outside your apartment, you lingered in the car for a moment, not quite ready to say goodbye. You glanced over at him, noticing the slight hesitation in his gaze, the same reluctance you felt bubbling under the surface.

His gaze was fixed on the steering wheel for a moment, like he was searching for the right words, then he glanced up at you with a soft smile, the kind that held more than just friendliness.

“So”, he murmured, his voice a little rough, “guess this is where I say goodnight”.

You felt your heart give a small, reluctant twist. “Yeah… I guess so”, you replied softly, but you didn’t make a move to get out of the car just yet.

Dean’s hand rested on the gearshift, but his thumb tapped absently, as though he, too, was searching for a reason to make the night last just a little longer. He glanced at you again, something unspoken in his eyes. “It’s been good seeing you. Better than I… I mean, I didn’t realize I’d missed this. Missed you”.

The words hung in the air, vulnerable but true, and the look he gave you was full of the same honesty.

Feeling a surge of courage, you reached out, letting your fingers brush his hand. “I missed you, too, Dean. More than I thought I would”.

The silence settled, comfortable yet charged, until finally, Dean took a breath, his fingers closing over yours. “How about one more drink?”, he asked, his voice low, eyes meeting yours with a quiet intensity. “One for old times?”.

You nodded, unable to keep the smile off your face. “Yeah. One more”.

With that, the two of you headed up to your apartment, the night far from over, both of you ready to savor every moment left in it.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you reached up, beginning to pull off your jacket, but you felt the warmth of Dean’s hands on yours, stilling your movement. “Let me”, he murmured, his voice low and rich with something unspoken. The depth in his tone sent a shiver through you, and you felt your heart beat just a little faster as you let your hands fall, trusting him with this small intimacy.

Dean’s fingers brushed lightly against yours as he slid your jacket off your shoulders, his touch careful and deliberate, as though he was savoring every moment. Standing close behind you, his warmth radiated through the narrow space that separated you, his breath soft against the back of your neck.

The jacket slipped from your shoulders, and he took his time, easing it down your arms, his hands lingering as they moved. The air between you grew thick, charged, and as he hung your coat up, he remained close, almost close enough for you to feel the press of his chest against your back. You could feel his presence enveloping you, his quiet breathing filling the stillness.

Unable to resist, you glanced over your shoulder, meeting his gaze, which was dark and intense, holding a mixture of warmth, longing, and a hint of vulnerability. The silence felt heavy with possibilities, a thousand things unspoken lingering between you.

“Dean…”, you whispered, feeling the need to say something but unsure of what, and his eyes softened in response.

He raised a hand, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his touch featherlight but so full of meaning. “I’m here”, he murmured, his voice quiet, but it held a promise—a silent reassurance that whatever happened next was entirely up to you.

And in that moment, you both knew the night wasn’t quite ready to end.

You felt a shiver run through you as Dean’s hands slid from your own, moving slowly up your arms, his touch light yet deliberate, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His palms lingered on your shoulders for a brief moment, as if grounding himself, before he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

As he dipped his head, you felt his lips press gently onto your bare shoulder blade, soft and lingering. The sensation was electrifying, gentle yet deeply intimate, and you closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into the moment, into the familiar warmth and comfort he brought with him.

You bit your lip, barely containing the rush of emotion and anticipation that his closeness stirred in you. The feel of his mouth on your skin, the way his hands held you so securely, felt like a reminder of the connection you’d shared years ago—one that had never quite faded, despite everything.

Dean’s lips lingered against your shoulder for a moment longer before he slowly lifted his head, his gaze tracing a line from your shoulder to the side of your neck, where he placed another tender kiss. “I don’t think I ever stopped missing this”, he murmured softly, his voice barely more than a whisper, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and honesty that made your heart ache.

You turned slightly, just enough to catch his gaze, his eyes holding a depth of feeling that left you breathless. Reaching up, you placed a hand on his cheek, drawing him closer, knowing that neither of you was ready to let this moment slip away.

Dean’s hand slowly brushed around your waist, his fingers splaying over your stomach, pulling you closer to him as his lips found the sensitive curve of your neck. His mouth was warm and tender against your skin, each kiss deliberate, tracing a path that made your breath hitch and your heart race.

As his lips found the soft spot beneath your ear, he lingered, pressing gentle kisses before letting his mouth brush more firmly against that delicate skin. He moved with a tenderness that spoke of a careful reverence, an intimacy that felt both comforting and thrillingly new. When he softly sucked at that sensitive spot, a quiet whimper slipped from your lips, the sound escaping before you could stop it.

The sound seemed to light something in him, his grip tightening slightly, his hand on your stomach pressing you back against him. You could feel the shift in his breathing, the quiet intensity in the way he held you, and you felt his need mirrored in your own. His lips moved up, brushing over your ear as he whispered, “You don’t know what you do to me”.

Your hand stayed on his cheek, anchoring him close, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch as he continued his tender exploration of your neck and shoulders. His closeness felt like something you’d both been reaching for all this time, a quiet connection that was both familiar and new.

You leaned back into him, letting yourself relax into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body pressed against yours, feeling completely lost in him and in this long-awaited moment between you.

Dean’s hips pressed more firmly against you, and you felt the unmistakable hardness against your lower back. The intensity of the moment heightened, a deep warmth radiating from where his body met yours, sparking a shiver that traveled down your spine. His hands slid up your torso, grazing your waist, and then returning to hold you close, his fingertips tracing small, gentle patterns on your stomach as he held you.

The weight of his presence, the heat of his skin against yours, made your heart race, and the desire between you both was palpable, filling the room with a quiet intensity. His lips continued their path along your neck.

At the sound of your voice, a soft, breathless “Dean”, his movements stilled, and you felt his attention focus entirely on you. Taking his hand from your stomach, you guided it downward, pressing it gently to where you needed him most, your quiet plea both vulnerable and filled with anticipation. The action made Dean’s breath catch, and for a moment, he was completely still, absorbing the intensity of what you were asking of him.

Dean’s hand moved with a deliberate slowness, sliding up the fabric of your dress, his fingers grazing your thigh before coming to rest gently between your legs. The warmth of his touch through the thin fabric of your underwear drew an immediate, quiet moan from you, and you felt his head drop to your shoulder, his forehead pressed against you as he took in a shaky breath.

The intensity of the moment surrounded you both, each touch, each movement building a quiet, simmering tension that felt almost electric. His fingers pressed more firmly, exploring gently, his other hand tightening around your waist as if anchoring both of you in this shared space.

“Tell me if it’s too much”, he murmured against your skin.

Dean's fingers traced along the edge of your underwear, pausing just a moment as if waiting for any last sign of hesitation from you. When you responded with a soft, encouraging nod, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, his touch warm and gentle, sending a shiver through your body. His fingers moved with a careful tenderness, exploring the sensitive skin as he held you close, his breath warm against your neck.

The feeling was electric, each delicate movement drawing quiet sounds of pleasure from you as his hand began to move with a slow, unhurried rhythm, clearly focused on making you feel everything he had to offer. His other arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him, grounding you in the moment.

Dean’s fingers moved in slow, soft circles over your most sensitive spot, each touch intensifying the heat pooling in your core. He let out a low groan, feeling the response of your body, his own desire flaring at the wetness he found. His breath was ragged against your shoulder, the tension building between you both so thick it felt like it could ignite at any moment.

“Tell me what you need”, he whispered, his voice barely audible as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his desire for you evident in every touch, every movement, his presence both overwhelming and reassuring.

At your quiet, breathless whisper—“I need you”—he stilled once more. Then, with a deep exhale, he lifted his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as he murmured, “Are you sure?”. The vulnerability and restraint in his voice made it clear he wanted this just as much, but he was still giving you every chance to lead.

When you nodded, his eyes met yours, filled with warmth and intensity. Without another word, he turned you around to face him, his hands holding you close as he kissed you deeply, pouring everything he felt into that kiss, bridging the past and present in one powerful moment.

Slowly, with reverence, he guided you backward into your bedroom.

Slowly, his hands slid up, gathering the hem of your dress, lifting it inch by inch. The material glided over your skin, and he paused, his fingers brushing your shoulders as he eased the dress over them.

With a soft smile and a teasing glint in his eyes, he murmured, “Still no fan of bras, huh?”.

You laughed softly, feeling a slight blush but comforted by his warmth, his presence. “Guess not”, you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

As he slipped the dress over your head, he let it fall to the floor, his gaze dropping to take you in, his eyes lingering with a reverence that made your heart race.

Dean’s eyes darkened with a mixture of awe and desire as he took in the sight of you, his gaze lingering over every curve, every detail. “Fuck”, he murmured, the word slipping out almost involuntarily, heavy with admiration. His hands tightened gently on your waist, and then, as if overwhelmed by the moment, he let his face fall against the crook of your neck, a soft, dramatic sigh escaping him.

You felt his breath against your skin, warm and tinged with a hint of laughter as he nestled into you, and his reaction brought a quiet joy that melted any lingering nerves. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, as if he needed a moment to compose himself.

“You’re making this hard for me to keep it together”, he murmured against your neck, his voice a blend of humor and genuine emotion. His lips brushed your skin softly, pressing gentle, lingering kisses that trailed up to your jawline, and you felt yourself relax further into his embrace, letting yourself be fully in this moment with him.

You hesitated for just a moment, feeling the weight of the moment and everything that had brought you both here, but then, gathering your courage, you reached up and slid your hands along his shoulders, pushing his flannel down and off. The fabric slipped away, revealing the warmth of his skin beneath, and he let it fall to the floor without breaking eye contact, his expression soft and intense, filled with both affection and anticipation.

As you let your hands trace down his arms, Dean’s gaze followed every movement, as if he was committing every detail to memory.

Dean stood still, his gaze unwavering and patient, allowing you to set the pace. You took a shaky breath, your fingers finding the hem of his shirt. The anticipation between you was thick, each heartbeat, each unspoken word, echoing in the small space between your bodies. Your hands lingered there for a moment, absorbing the warmth of him through the fabric, before you gathered your courage and slowly began to lift his shirt.

As you drew it up, his chest and shoulders were revealed, each inch of bare skin sparking a quiet thrill within you. His eyes remained on yours, their depth and warmth making it clear he was here, entirely with you, wanting this moment to be as much yours as it was his.

You bit your lip, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks as your palms traced over his bare chest, the feel of his skin beneath your fingers both thrilling and grounding. His breath hitched slightly as you let your hands explore, tracing the contours of muscle and warmth that felt both familiar and new. You could feel the quiet strength in him, but there was also a softness, a vulnerability he was allowing himself to show, just for you.

Your hands had just begun to trace a path down his stomach toward his belt when he caught your wrists gently, holding your hands in his for a moment. He met your gaze, his expression filled with a mix of mischief and intensity, and before you knew it, his hands had shifted to your hips. In one smooth, powerful motion, he lifted you effortlessly, making your heart skip a beat as he carried you over to the bed.

With a playful grin, he gently laid you down, his strength leaving you breathless and a little awestruck. A soft gasp escaped your lips, the thrill of his effortless movement combined with the warmth of his hands still imprinted on your skin. He leaned over you, bracing himself on his forearms as he looked down, his expression a mix of adoration and pure, unguarded desire.

“Gotcha”, he murmured, his voice low, teasing as his eyes roamed over you with a warmth that made you feel cherished. There was a tenderness in the way he took in the moment, savoring the sight of you beneath him, as if he’d waited as long as you had for this.

You felt yourself smiling up at him. “Guess I’m not going anywhere”, you replied, your voice soft, meeting his gaze.

He chuckled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as he murmured, “Exactly where I want you”.

Dean’s lips moved slowly, reverently, tracing a path down your body, leaving a warm, tingling trail with each kiss. He took his time, savoring every inch, his hands gliding along your sides, fingers pressing gently as he memorized the curves beneath his touch. When he reached the hem of your panties, he paused, glancing up with that familiar, mischievous grin that made your heart race.

“Think I can beat my record?”, he murmured, his voice low and teasing, his eyes sparkling with the challenge. The implication was clear, and a thrill of anticipation ran through you. His fingers hooked into the waistband, and he slowly began to ease the fabric down, his gaze never leaving yours, the connection between you unbroken.

As he slipped the fabric away, he pressed another gentle kiss to your hip, his smirk widening at the sight of your reaction. “Just relax”, he whispered, his voice soft yet brimming with confidence and care. His hands slid up to hold your hips, anchoring you as he leaned down, his breath warm against your skin.

With a soft, lingering kiss to your most sensitive spot, Dean’s eyes stayed on you, watching every detail of your reaction. The warmth of his mouth against you sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and a breathless moan escaped your lips as you instinctively tensed, your fingers gripping the sheets. His gaze softened at the sight, a look of pure adoration mixed with satisfaction as he took in your response, clearly pleased to see how deeply he was affecting you.

He placed another tender kiss on you, then his tongue slowly traced a line from your entrance up to your clit, drawing a long, deliberate path that made you shiver under his touch.

Your breath hitched, and you found yourself lifting slightly towards him, seeking more of that exquisite sensation.

As he reached your clit, he paused, giving it a gentle flick.

With that gentle flick, a wave of intense pleasure surged through you, taking you completely by surprise. The release hit hard and fast, leaving you breathless as your body tensed and shuddered beneath him. Your hands gripped the sheets, a quiet, involuntary cry escaping your lips. Even Dean looked momentarily stunned, his eyes widening slightly as he felt the response his touch had coaxed out of you.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips, his expression a mixture of pride and tenderness as he watched you ride the wave.

Dean’s touch remained gentle as you came down, his mouth tracing soft, soothing paths that coaxed every last tremor from your body. His lips pressed delicate kisses along your sensitive skin.

You could feel his gentle attentiveness as his tongue continued to move softly, savoring every second, as though he was in no hurry to pull away. His hand slid up to rest on your hip, steadying you as you caught your breath, the warmth of his touch both comforting and electrifying. Every stroke, every kiss, carried an unspoken affection that went deeper than words.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a soft smile as he moved up to meet your gaze. "Didn’t realize I’d get that kind of reaction”, he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth, clearly pleased and still just a bit surprised.

You managed a soft laugh, looking up at him with a warm blush, your voice dropping to a shy whisper. “It’s… it’s been a while, you know”.

Dean, now standing at the edge of the bed, casually undid his belt, an easy smile playing on his lips. “Oh yeah? How long?”, he asked, almost teasingly, clearly not expecting any sort of serious answer.

But the way your gaze dropped, a hint of shyness crossing your face as you murmured, “Five years”, stopped him in his tracks. His fingers froze, mid-buckle, his easy smile fading as realization dawned on him. You looked up at him, the sincerity and vulnerability in your eyes quietly revealing the truth he hadn’t expected.

“What?”, he whispered, almost in disbelief, his voice barely audible as he took in your words. “You mean… since… us?”.

You nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious but resolute. “Yeah… I guess… you were my first. And my last”. Your voice was soft, but there was an unmistakable honesty in it, the kind that left no room for misinterpretation.

Dean took a shaky breath, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to process what you’d just admitted. His usual composure was nowhere to be found; instead, he looked genuinely overwhelmed.

“You’re kidding, right?”, he finally breathed out, almost as if he was hoping he’d misheard you. But as you shook your head, your cheeks coloring an even deeper shade of pink, he let out a low, soft whistle. “Damn, sweetheart”.

He paused, running his hand through his hair, clearly at a loss for words. “I thought there was pressure the first time, but now… this is a whole other level”, he joked lightly, though there was a warmth in his tone that softened the words. His gaze stayed on you, the affection in his eyes unmistakable.

You laughed softly, the sound a mix of nervousness and fondness, and he took a step closer, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb brushed your cheek, his touch gentle. “Guess I better make this worth the wait then, huh?”, he murmured, his voice dropping to that familiar low tone that sent shivers down your spine.

The tension between you shifted, deepening with the weight of the unspoken memories and the quiet understanding that had always existed between you.

Dean moved swiftly, slipping out of his clothes until he stood before you in just his boxers, his gaze intent and focused. As he reached for the waistband to pull them down, you shifted on the bed, kneeling on the mattress, and reached out to stop him, your hands gently brushing over his hips as you bit your lip, your eyes flicking up to meet his in silent question.

You pulled his boxers down slowly, letting the fabric slide away as you looked up at him, taking in every detail. The desire in your gaze was unmistakable, and Dean caught the hint of your intentions immediately. His lips curved into a soft grin, shaking his head in that familiar way that conveyed both affection and amusement.

Without a word, he gently guided you back down onto the bed, his hands warm and steady as they eased you onto your back. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, his voice a soft murmur as he whispered, “Tonight’s about you”.

As he settled above you, his knee nudged your thighs apart, encouraging you to open up to him. His movements were unhurried, as if savoring every second. His hands traced along your sides, grounding you in the present moment, letting you feel his warmth and presence.

Dean’s hand wrapped around the base of his erection, guiding himself. He brushed the tip gently through your folds, moving slowly, deliberately, each stroke sending a wave of warmth radiating through you. The sensation was soft yet electric, his touch careful as he used your own wetness to ease the way, preparing you both for what came next.

He paused, meeting your gaze, a question in his eyes that spoke of both desire and respect. Holding his gaze, you nodded, your breaths coming softly, filled with anticipation. His hand shifted, guiding himself to your entrance, moving just a fraction closer.

As Dean eased gently into you, he let out a deep, heated groan, his voice rough with the intensity of the moment. “Damn, sweetheart”, he murmured, his breath shaky, “you’re still way too tight”. His words sent a thrill through you, heightening the pleasure, and you couldn’t hold back a loud moan as he filled you completely, every inch drawing you closer, the sensation overwhelming.

Your back arched instinctively, pressing you closer against him, your body responding to the closeness, the connection, and the heat of his touch. Dean stilled for a moment, his gaze sweeping over you, his hand coming to rest at your hip, grounding you both in the moment as he took a breath, savoring the depth of it.

Dean looked down at you, his gaze filled with concern and warmth. "You good?", he murmured softly.

Instead of responding with words, you reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down toward you. Your lips met his in a deep, lingering kiss, one that conveyed all the feelings you couldn't quite put into words.

As your legs hooked around his hips, drawing him closer, you felt him respond, his body pressed firmly against yours. The rhythm he set was slow and steady, each movement filled with care and intention. He held you close, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you, every movement bringing you closer together in ways that went far beyond the physical.

With every deliberate thrust, Dean’s rhythm brought his tip to brush against that sensitive spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each movement seemed to intensify the sensation, and before long, you were trembling beneath him, moans spilling from your lips in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

He leaned down, his forehead once more pressed gently against yours, his breath warm as it mingled with your own. “You feel so good”, he whispered, his voice rough but soft, laced with awe and affection.

Dean’s hand slid down, intertwining with yours, holding you close as if to keep you anchored, each thrust uniting you deeper. The intensity of it all built quickly, your body responding almost instinctively to his movements, your back arching and your grip tightening around him.

With every moan, every shared breath, it was clear that this was more than just a moment of passion; it was a shared connection that neither of you had felt in years, something that held within it a sense of coming home.

Your whispered, "Harder, Dean. Please" ,caught him by surprise, but the request ignited something in him. He looked at you for just a moment, a glint of passion and intensity in his eyes, and then he complied, shifting his pace and angle to fulfill your wish. His thrusts grew deeper, more deliberate.

Every thrust seemed to hit that perfect spot, building the pleasure higher and higher, until your entire world narrowed down to the feeling of him, the weight of his body, the warmth of his skin.

Dean’s lips found your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. “Just like that… you feel incredible”, he murmured.

Dean's voice was rough, filled with raw emotion, as he groaned against your neck, "I missed your moans… those sweet little sounds you make".

His lips grazed your skin, his breath hot as he pressed more kisses along your neck, murmuring between each one, "Every little sound you make, sweetheart… drives me insane". His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you to meet him with each thrust, creating a rhythm that felt both passionate and deeply connected.

"Dean, I'm so close".

His hands tightened around your hips as he adjusted his angle slightly, determined to bring you right to that edge.

“Come on, sweetheart”, he murmured against your ear, his voice a husky whisper, filled with both encouragement and desire. “Let go for me”. His words were matched by the way his hips moved, unrelenting yet tender.

Your nails dug into his back, grounding yourself as the pleasure built higher. His name slipped from your lips again, a quiet plea.

And then, as his pace intensified, pushing you right to the brink, you felt the tension finally unravel, the pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your body trembled beneath him, a mix of breathless gasps and soft moans escaping as you clung to him, completely lost in the moment. Dean held you through it, his movements slowing but never stopping.

As he felt you reach your climax, Dean’s control slipped, the sensation and intensity of the moment pushing him over the edge as well. His grip on your hips tightened, and with a few final, deep thrusts, he let out a low, shuddering groan, his breath warm against your skin as he buried himself fully, his body tensing in release.

He held you close, his forehead resting against yours, his breath heavy and ragged as he rode out the last waves of his climax. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, the room filled with the sound of your shared breathing as the intensity slowly ebbed.

Eventually, Dean shifted slightly, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small, contented smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you. “Good?”, he murmured softly.

You let out a soft laugh, still catching your breath, brushing a hand over your forehead to gather yourself. “Are you kidding?”, you murmured, a playful glint in your eyes as you bit your lip, a smile tugging at the corners.

Dean chuckled, his gaze soft as he traced gentle patterns along your arm, his fingers warm against your skin. “Just making sure”, he replied, his voice low and laced with affection. He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear as he looked down at you with a tenderness that was somehow both comforting and electrifying.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before pulling back, his smile widening as he took in your expression, the quiet satisfaction that mirrored his own. “Guess that was… long overdue”, he added with a playful smirk, though his tone held the same depth of warmth as his gaze.

You let out a breath, nodding. “Yeah, maybe just a little”, you teased.

A few minutes later, you found yourself nestled securely in Dean’s arms, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His hand traced gentle circles along your back, his other arm wrapped protectively around you, keeping you close. The quiet felt full—comfortable and serene, as though you both were wrapped in a bubble of warmth and contentment, the world outside fading away.

Dean let out a deep, contented sigh. “Feels like old times”, he murmured, his voice soft, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to have this again… with you”.

You looked up at him, seeing a depth in his expression that made your heart ache in the best way. “I didn’t either”, you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your fingers tracing small, gentle patterns on his chest. “Feels… like it was worth the wait”.

You sighed softly, a hint of worry slipping into the comfort of the moment as you tilted your head to look up at him. “What happens after… after you solve this case?”, you asked, your voice hesitant, as though speaking the question might shatter the fragile peace between you.

Dean’s face softened as he looked at you, thoughtful and a little conflicted. “I… I don’t know”, he admitted, his voice quiet, like he was finally allowing himself to be honest about something he’d been trying not to think about. “Part of me wishes I could just… stay”.

His hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a small, comforting gesture. “But you know how my life goes. There’s always something… always another hunt”. He let out a quiet sigh, his thumb brushing gently across the back of your hand.

You felt your heart tighten at his words, understanding the reality of his life but still aching at the thought of him leaving again. “But what if… what if you didn’t have to leave?”, you whispered, almost as if you were speaking a hope you’d kept buried for too long.

Dean’s gaze held yours, a spark of longing flickering in his eyes as he considered your words. “Maybe… maybe one day”, he murmured, his voice filled with a kind of hope you hadn’t seen in him before. “Maybe one day I won’t have to”.

"Damn, that sucks”, you muttered, letting out a frustrated sigh as you lay nestled against him. Dean chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest, and he tightened his arm around you.

“What’s going on with that mouth of yours these days?”, he teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he tilted his head to look down at you. “Since when did you start swearing like a sailor?”.

You smirked, rolling your eyes but feeling a smile tug at the corner of your lips. “Guess I picked it up somewhere along the way. Don’t act like you didn’t have anything to do with it”.

“Oh, I know I did”, he shot back, still grinning. “But I’ve gotta admit, hearing you curse about me leaving… that’s kinda flattering”.

You scoffed, playfully nudging him with your elbow. “Oh, don’t get too comfortable. Just because you’re flattered doesn’t mean I won’t be mad if you skip out on me again”.

“I won’t just leave without a word again”, he promised, his voice soft but unwavering. “When I’m leaving… you’ll know”.

You searched his face, feeling the sincerity in his words settle deep within you, easing an ache you hadn’t even fully realized you were carrying. “You better”, you murmured, reaching up to trace your fingers along his jaw, grounding yourself in the warmth of his presence. “I’m holding you to that”.

He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your fingertips before wrapping his fingers around yours. “I mean it”, he said quietly. “No more disappearing acts. You deserve better than that”.

A soft smile spread across your face as you curled into him, feeling the comfort of his arms around you and the warmth of his words filling the quiet space. “Good”, you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as you rested your head against his chest, soothed by the steady beat of his heart.

The rest of the night was a blur of warmth, laughter, and moments of tenderness and intensity that neither of you could quite keep track of. Dean stayed close, his touches and kisses as lingering and deliberate as his words had been, each one deepening the connection you felt. Between whispered conversations and soft laughter, you found yourselves drawn to each other over and over, as if making up for all the years apart in a single night.

The hours slipped by unnoticed as the two of you explored the quiet intimacy of just being together again, letting go of the past and reveling in the closeness of the present. Every touch felt like a rediscovery, every shared look carrying a depth that neither of you had fully acknowledged until now. There were no walls, no secrets—just you and Dean, wrapped up in each other.

Eventually, as the first light of dawn crept in through the window, you found yourself nestled against his chest once more, a comfortable silence settling over you both. Dean brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Think we’ll catch any actual sleep?”, he murmured, his voice filled with a playful exhaustion but laced with something deeper.

You smiled, tracing a finger along his arm. “Maybe. But I don’t think I’d change a thing about tonight”.

He smiled, pulling you even closer, his hand gently caressing your back as the two of you drifted into a peaceful silence, content and fulfilled in a way you hadn’t felt in years.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Part 6

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[aventurineswife]

(I don't know if your request is open or not since Tumblr can be glitch? If not,plz ignore it or if you have done it before!!)

So what if Reader is the butler,like they are kinda hard to be understand by everyone (you know,emotional like that OR maybe you can make the reader act like any butler anime character that you know if you get it).

So the request is I want to see how the butler reader interact with Aventurine and how they slowly develop their feelings to each other (maybe you can make it a little angst with comfort if you want)

“Behind every mask, there's a person”

Summary: You, a stoic and emotionally guarded butler, serve the enigmatic and charismatic Aventurine, a high-ranking executive in the IPC. Though you remain distant and composed, Aventurine’s calculated charm and underlying vulnerability begin to draw you in. Over time, the two of you develop an unlikely connection, built on shared silence, understanding, and an unspoken bond. As Aventurine reveals more of his past and his emotional turmoil, you find yourself staying not just out of duty, but because, for the first time, you’ve found someone worth staying for.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Slow Burn, Angst, Comfort, Emotional Growth, Fluff, Vulnerability, Butler!Reader, Protective Aventurine, Complex Relationships, Mutual Understanding.

Warnings: Themes of trauma, Survivor’s guilt, Emotional tension, Manipulation (though not harmful in this context), Introspection. Contains some elements of angst but ends on a note of comfort and emotional resolution.

The opulent suite was a sanctuary of indulgence and design, a blend of decadence and meticulous taste that perfectly reflected Aventurine himself. Velvet curtains in hues of green and gold framed the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, which offered an unobstructed view of the city skyline below. Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering patterns across the polished marble floor, and the air carried a faint scent of peacock orchids, exotic and rare.

At the center of this luxurious space stood Aventurine, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the evening cityscape. His overcoat hung loosely over his shoulders, and his glasses caught the light as he gazed at the roulette wheel centerpiece on the table before him.

You, his butler, stood quietly by the entrance, your hands clasped behind your back. You had served many powerful figures in your time, but none were quite like Aventurine. He was a puzzle—a man of contradictions. His flamboyant charm often clashed with the quiet melancholy that lingered in his eyes when he thought no one was watching.

But you were always watching. Observing. Analyzing. It was your job, after all.

“You’ve been standing there for five minutes, my dear,” Aventurine said suddenly, his voice smooth and playful. He didn’t turn to face you, instead tracing a finger along the edge of the roulette wheel. “Should I take that as a sign of silent judgment or quiet admiration?”

“I was waiting for you to summon me,” you replied evenly, your tone devoid of the warmth most would use in addressing him. It was one of the reasons others found you difficult to understand; your words often lacked inflection, making it hard to tell what you truly felt.

Aventurine finally turned, his eyes locking onto yours. His ever-present smile curved upward, but there was a flicker of something unreadable behind it. “Ah, always so proper. I do admire your discipline, though I must admit, I sometimes wonder what lies beneath that stoic exterior of yours.”

You tilted your head slightly, meeting his gaze without flinching. “I could say the same of you, sir.”

His laughter rang out, light and carefree. “Touché.”

The days passed, and your interactions followed a similar rhythm. Aventurine would tease, test, and prod, while you maintained your unshakable composure. Yet, over time, the cracks in both of your facades began to show.

One evening, as you adjusted the cuffs of his overcoat before an event, your hand brushed against his. You felt him flinch—just barely—but it was enough to make you glance up. For a moment, his mask slipped, and you saw it: the weariness, the loneliness, the pain he hid so well.

“Apologies,” you said softly, withdrawing your hand.

Aventurine’s smile returned, but it was different this time. Smaller. Sadder. “No need. It seems even I am not immune to the occasional slip.”

It was a stormy night when everything changed. Aventurine had canceled his meetings and retreated to his suite, leaving you to your duties. As the rain lashed against the windows, you entered the study to find him sitting on the floor by the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand. His hat and glasses were discarded, and his sandy blond hair was a disheveled mess.

“You’re off the clock, aren’t you?” he asked without looking up.

“I am here to serve you, sir,” you replied.

“Serve me,” he echoed, his tone bitter. He swirled the wine in his glass before downing it in one go. “Do you ever tire of it? This life of servitude? Of burying yourself in the shadows of others?”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. Aventurine had always been a master of deflection, but tonight his words carried a vulnerability you had never heard before.

“I do what I must,” you finally replied, keeping your tone neutral. “Much like you.”

Aventurine let out a humorless chuckle. “Touché again. You’re consistent, if nothing else.” He set the empty glass down beside him and rested his arms on his knees, staring into the fire. “But tell me, truly—why stay? Why not leave? Surely, there are less exhausting lives to lead.”

The question struck a chord within you, one you hadn’t realized was there. You had served many, each with their own quirks and flaws, but Aventurine was different. Despite his arrogance, his risks, and the chaos he carried with him, you had come to admire him—not just for his brilliance, but for the humanity he hid behind his flamboyant facade.

“I stay because I choose to,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “You are… difficult, sir. Flawed, reckless, and exhausting, as you said. But I have seen what lies beneath all of that. I have seen the man you try so hard to hide. And I believe he is worth serving.”

Aventurine froze, his pupils narrowing as he processed your words. For once, he seemed at a loss. “You’re full of surprises,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You took a step closer, emboldened by the uncharacteristic openness he was showing. “You speak of masks, of facades. But I see the way you carry the weight of your past, the way you bury your guilt beneath charm and games. You pretend to be untouchable, but you are just as human as the rest of us.”

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the crackling of the fire. Then, Aventurine spoke, his voice tinged with a vulnerability you had never heard before.

“And yet, you stay,” he said, looking up at you. “Despite knowing all of that, you stay.”

“Yes,” you said simply. “I stay.”

For a long moment, Aventurine just stared at you, his magenta and cyan eyes searching yours as if trying to find the catch, the hidden motive. When he found none, his expression softened, and for the first time, his smile felt genuine.

“You are either the bravest or the most foolish person I’ve ever met,” he said, his tone somewhere between amusement and gratitude. “But I… I’m glad you’re here.”

The words were simple, but coming from Aventurine, they carried a weight that made your chest tighten. You gave a small bow, trying to hide the faint warmth spreading through you.

“It is my honor, sir.”

That night marked a shift between you. Aventurine’s teasing became less pointed, his smiles less forced. He began to trust you in ways he trusted no one else, and in turn, you found yourself opening up to him in ways you hadn’t thought possible.

It wasn’t a grand declaration or a dramatic moment that solidified your bond. It was the quiet, stolen moments—the shared silences, the lingering glances, the unspoken understanding that grew between you.

And as you stood by his side, watching him face the endless gambles and risks of his life, you realized something else: you weren’t just staying because it was your duty. You were staying because, for the first time, you had found someone worth staying for.

[supahstarrr]

i love watari nishino, and so i will ramble about obvious things relating to her background and character. insert heart emoji.

the parentification of watari makes me so so sick. can't stop thinking about that despite the strained relationship with her father she continues to reach out to him despite him not replying, just as she constantly reaches out to others in the game even when they don't reply to her. despite the strained relationship with her older brother based on the lack of energy to her and the younger ones, she is willing to hang out with him—which once again mirrors her tendency to reach out to others.

can't stop thinking about her reassuring her siblings that their mother still loves the family despite the constant emotional and physical neglect, as an attempt to ease their and her mind based on the (valid) perceptions of their mother making them feel unloved. its a reminder of how she tries to find reassurance in okazaki's character despite everyone perceiving them based on how they appear—both her mother and okazaki appear as negative uncaring characters yet it's nishino who is able to see and hope of the potential warmth in them that they don't or aren't perceived to show often, despite the negative perceptions from others having some validity to them.

can't stop thinking about her clinging to leadership roles because that is all she is used to, despite it exhausting her. her deciding to give herself responsibilities revolving around tending to others, despite those kind of responsibilities being forced onto her at a young age. she creates a dance team, and as leader she's the one looking for solutions for problems that risk the existence of her team *all while* constantly tending to her family.

notably her difficulties with the lack of control is what weighs her down, making her prone to being one of the weakest characters in the investigations and trials. this leads her to gravitate to the idea of being a leader.

i can't stop thinking about how the killing game allows her to play with a leadership role, which is something she cannot do while being a leader at home and for her dance team. through playing with the "headmaster" role, she tries to reinforce the false sense of normalcy for both her (that is leadership, tending to others and school) and others (that is school). its an attempt of finding comfort while grappling with the lack of control she's not used to, while also allowing her to be within a "leadership" role that doesn't require much commitment in contrast to being a leader for her family and dance team—thus being an interesting case of (very loosely) reclaiming leadership.

then okazaki takes advantage of watari's role. okazaki takes advantage of watari's "leadership" by utilizing the "privileges" they're given as "hall patrol" for the sake of committing murder. this give more layers to the tragedy that is watari and okazaki's dynamic, as this mirrors how watari's family members (mother, older brother and father) take advantage of watari's role as the primary caregiver so they don't have to put care into the family. watari's tendency to step up for others being taken advantaged by others is a norm for her, and yet okazaki contributed to that normalcy despite the validity to watari's "leadership" being more questionable. watari's attempt to mimic normalcy for the sake of her comfort and others just... became so sad.

i can't stop thinking about how her persistence and dedication leads her to giving energy to people despite them not giving it back the same. and i can't stop thinking about her hope for others.

[ripdragonbeans]

Love In The Darkest Of Places // modern!Aemond x Reader

Chapter 5: Mistakes Were Made

Summary: You react badly after your kiss with Aemond and end up hurting yourself and him in the process. Was it all a mistake?

Warnings: hurt/comfort (lack of comfort really)

A/N: @exitpursuedbyavulcan is literally the best beta ever that is all

Chapter 4 // Chapter 6

Your eyes shot open and you pushed yourself away. Panic threatened to consume you but you took deep breaths to keep it at bay. Looking at Aemond, you saw the disbelief and hurt in his eye.

“No, no, no,” you said as you made your way back to him. “Fuck, I mean. Oh, gods, what did we do?”

Aemond reached for your hand but you pulled away. “Is it really so bad?” He asked you.

“Yes!” You cried. “I mean no - I mean I don't know, Aemond.” You put your head in your hands.

You felt the bed shift and gone was Aemond’s weight. Looking up you saw him at his dresser, hands on top of it. He looked at you using the mirror. There were the beginning of tears in his good eye.

“We're still together forever no matter what, okay? I just - ugh - I don't know what to do, Aemond!”

He turned to you, practically begging. “Let's give this a shot, us a shot. Please.”

“But what if we fall apart?” You walked up to him and tentatively took his hands in yours.

“And what if we don't?” He countered.

Your bottom lip trembled. Take the jump. Take the risk. That's what your heart was telling you.

“No,” you gasped. “I can't, I'm so sorry.” You let go of his hands and ran out of his dorm room.

When you closed the door Aemond opened it again, determined to follow you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. “Why are you so scared?”

“I don't want to hurt you!” you cried. Tears were in your eyes.

“You're hurting me now by leaving me.” A single tear rolled down.

“And I'm so sorry, Aemond. Truly.” You inhaled and gave him one last hug. You didn’t want to let him go. Not anymore. Yet, you still said, “I think I need to go back to Helaena’s.”

His jaw clenched when you mentioned leaving him again. “Fine.” He let go of you and turned to go back into his dorm.

“Aemond, wait!” You reached out for him, but he closed the door.

You slammed both of your hands on the door and pressed your forehead against it. The door was cold against you; a stark contrast to the warmth you were feeling only minutes ago. In your mind’s eye, you imagined Aemond on the other side of the door, also pressing his forehead against it.

“I'm so sorry,” you whispered.

Instead of calling an Uber to give you a ride home, you dialed Helaena’s number. It was becoming a chilly, brisk night, but you didn't mind. It made it so you were still feeling something since, right now, you were terribly numb.

“Helaena, I fucked up bad,” you said into the phone.

“Don't worry, I'm on my way.” A pause. “Want to tell me all what happened or do you want to wait?”

“I'd rather wait until we're back at the house, honestly.”

“Okay. Well I'm about to start driving. Call me if you need anything else. I should be there in about ten minutes.”

“Okay.” You hung up the phone.

What started off as a great night had turned into a disaster. You took the plunge and kissed Aemond, but at what cost? Your deep-rooted fear of hurting him came true and you didn't know what to do with yourself. Now, though, you may have thrown it all away by running away from him. All that love, gone.

Not gone, buried.

There will always be love between you and Aemond but now there was resentment there. When and if Aemond would forgive you was up to him; up to the gods now.

Taking in the evening around you, you wondered if anyone else was going through the same thing as you. Falling in love with your best friend was not what you had planned. When you fell in love with him, it was little by little but then all at once. It happened when you were so young; you've loved him all your life. The sun was setting and the sky had turned a dark blue purple. You could see the outline of the moon beginning to show and stars slowly began to dot the night sky. All you could do was look up and watch it all. You feared that if you looked anywhere else but the sky, you would see him.

Soon enough, you saw a cute baby blue Volkswagen Beetle make its way to you. You smiled, knowing Helaena was in the car and that you’d have someone to talk to. Granted, you were worried about how she’d react but nothing would be as bad as breaking Aemond’s heart. When Helaena pulled up, you got in the passenger’s side.

When you slid in, you couldn’t hold it. “I kissed Aemond!”

“You WHAT?” Helaena snapped her head to you. “Oh, my gods, I’m so happy for you! Wait, why are you here? Why aren’t you with him? What happened?” She rattled off questions.

“I don’t want to get into all of it now, but I promise I’ll tell you everything when we get home.” You took a deep breath. “Can we get some ice cream first? It’s going to be an ice cream and cry kind of night.”

“Of course, babe.” Helaena gave you a small smile.

After a quick detour to get your hands on some ice cream, you went back to the house. Hands full of ice cream sundae ingredients, you and Helaena walked into the kitchen. In the car, the two of you decided to make your sundaes first before delving into what happened earlier tonight.

“So, you kissed him?” asked Helaena between bites of her ice cream. She was plopped down on one side of the couch and you were on the other.

“It was a mutual thing? We both leaned in and…kissed.” You blushed just thinking about it.

“Was it good?” Helaena’s eyes went big.

“Gods, it was perfect,” you sighed.

Helaena threw a napkin at you. “Then why did you leave him!?”

“Because I -”

“Because you got scared,” Helaena finished your sentence for you. “I know.”

You dipped your head down and stared at your ice cream.

“It’s okay to be scared, but you have to go through with what you want to do. You either have to go all in with Aemond or…”

“Or?”

“You might have to let him go in order to keep both of you safe. I know you don’t want to hear it but waiting for you has taken a toll on him. And running away after you two have kissed? It’s like a dagger to the heart.”

You refused to look up at Helaena.

Putting her bowl of ice cream to the side, Helaena scooted over to you. “It's going to be okay. Maybe the two of you need to take a breather from each other?”

“I've tried doing that but it hurts too much to be away from him,” you told her before putting your face in your hands.

Helaena sighed. “As much as I want you two to be together, I think I’m going to encourage you to take a break, especially after this kiss.”

“So I’m just supposed to ghost him?”

“No, don’t ghost him. Maybe talk to him?”

You nodded. “Okay. Maybe just a heart-to-heart talk, yeah?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

After finishing up your ice cream sundaes in silence, you and Helaena bid each other goodnight and went to your separate rooms. Guilt flooded your heart. You wanted that kiss, yet you acted as though it repulsed you. It was your head and heart at war with each other.

Changing out of your clothes, you switched to your pajamas. Taking off your day clothes and moving to new clothes helped your mind reset. It was like taking off the bad decisions of the day. Not that the kiss was a bad decision. No, it was the running away part that was the bad decision. Groaning as you flopped into bed, you lay there for a while, going through all that happened today. Eventually, you picked up your phone and pulled up Aemond’s number. This wasn’t something that you could text about, so you called him.

The phone rang and rang and rang until it led you to voicemail. It was getting a little late, so you assumed that Aemond was asleep by now.

The person you are trying to reach ‘Aemond Targaryen’ is not available now. Please leave a message at the end of the tone.

You rolled your eyes at the voicemail. Of course, Aemond would pick the most basic one. It made you smile a bit but then you remembered what you were doing.

“Hey, Aems,” you said into the phone. “I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. Me ducking out, I mean. Not the kiss. I shouldn’t have run away like that.” You paused. “Can we meet up to talk sometime? It’s up to you when. I want to fix this. Together forever?”

And with that you hung up.

When classes came around on Monday, the two of you decided to have lunch together. The cafeteria wasn't as busy as usual. With finals coming so soon, everyone was in the library hunkering down with their studying. You and Aemond were usually among them but decided to eat in the cafeteria where you could also talk.

Sitting in your usual spot by the windows, you ate in silence. Both of you were unsure of where or how to start. The air could barely be sliced by a knife. All the unsaid words hung around you, daring to fall and crash down.

“I don't regret the kiss,” you whispered. You refused to look up from your food. At this point, you've stopped eating due to the churning of nerves in your stomach. You felt like you were going to throw up.

Aemond looked at you. “Then why did you run?” His eye patch was stark against silver blond hair but his violet eye stood out more. He had always been striking to look at. His defenses were up, something that wasn't common with you. With his jaw tense and his hands flexing at the table, he was ready to hear the worst.

You hated that you made him like this. It was your fault that he was feeling the way he was right now. You could see every twitch, every flinch, every recoil. He was already distancing himself from you.

“I panicked,” you said plain and simply. “It's not an excuse for what I did but it's an explanation. It's a reason I've been using for years and it's not fair for you and I'm sorry, Aemond. I really am.”

“You're right. It's not,” Aemond agreed.

Eyes widening, you didn't expect him to agree with you but you knew it was what you deserved.

“That being said,” you took a breath, “I think we need to take a break from each other.”

Shock and sadness crossed Aemond’s face but he quickly schooled it to an unfeeling, uncaring look. “Fine,” he said with his jaw clenched.

“Aemond, I hate doing this. It hurts me just as much as it hurts you but this is for the best,” you pleaded. Although now you didn't know if it was for yourself or for him.

“I'm sure it does hurt you. Almost as much as someone leaving you after a kiss. Not just once but twice.”

“Twice?” You were hesitant to ask.

Aemond laughed mirthlessly. “You forgot. I kissed you after we made up after the double date. It was the first time you told me we couldn't be together.”

Your heart dropped. “Oh, gods, Aemond, I -”

“I know. You're sorry.” He sighed. “I need to go. I'll see you around.”

As he got up, you reached for his hand to stop him but he shrugged you off.

“And don't say it. I know you will. But right now we're not together forever,” Aemond said. His voice was tight. When he turned around to leave he didn't look back.

You wanted to call him back, to take back what you said but you knew it was for the best. You needed to take a step back to reevaluate your feelings. But…you loved him. You knew it in your heart.

“Why do I have to be so damn scared?” You muttered under your breath. Tears stung in the corners of your eyes and threatened to spill. Staring at your food, you pushed it around with your fork, appetite completely lost.

With every second, you felt more and more like you were suffocating. Your throat tightened and your stomach felt like it was bottoming out. Shoving away your food, you buried your face in your hands and let the tears flow. You covered your sapphire necklace with a hand. You'd never be taking it off now.

Whatever relationship you had with Aemond was not fractured, possibly beyond repair. But you'd hold onto him. Always.

As the days went by, you only felt your heart become more and more hollow. You were missing something. No, not something. Someone. You were missing Aemond and you couldn't do anything about it. Every time you crossed paths he would divert his direction away from you. He never responded to any of your calls or texts. Aemond has shut you out completely.

And you deserved it.

For years you played with Aemond's feelings; unknowingly, of course. You had him wait and wait and wait for you to put away your fears and be with him but you just couldn't do it. Instead, you've kissed twice and run away both times. More than likely, he felt used. Hell, you feel like you have used him.

You played with his heart and this was the result.

Sitting on your bed, you stared at your texts with Aemond. All of them were unanswered. You've tried to apologize multiple times but he wouldn't hear it. For all you knew, he could have found someone else. Your heart hurt, everything hurts. You could even feel it in your bones and whenever you moved. Sleeping was the only thing that you enjoyed now. Food didn't even appeal to you much anymore.

Helaena’s voice danced into the room. “Hey, wanna talk about it?”

You continued to stare at your phone, totally numb. “I'm empty, Hel. Totally empty. I never should have told him we needed to take a break.”

“Well, what are you thinking now that you're on a break?”

You felt a dip in the mattress as Helaena sat down next to you. Still, you didn't look up. Now, you were scrolling through old pictures.

“I'm thinking I love him and that whenever I see him I need to take back everything I ever said about us being apart. I've never fucked up so badly.” You finally turned to her. “Why did I listen to you?” Tears were in your eyes.

“You listened to me because you knew if you didn't push him away you would still be dancing around him. And I'm sorry, but I was tired of seeing my brother hurt as well. I know you never meant to hurt him, but you did. Now you're both hurting and you both know that you need each other.”

“Hel, he won't reply to me at all. He actively avoids me. He even changed seats in the classes we share so I wouldn't be in his line of sight. Hel, he fucking hates me.”

She put an arm around you and pulled you close. “You know that's not true. He's hurting as much as you are and he's dealing with it his own way. Give him time and I'm sure he'll come back to you.”

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Still, Aemond has not reached out to you. Both of you were set to graduate in the spring. At some point in the middle of the year Aemond moved out of his dorm and into his own apartment. Of course, you didn’t hear this from him. Instead, you found out through rumors that Aemond started seeing one of your professors, Professor Alys Rivers at said apartment.

You've seen her around. Perfectly stunning in every way. She had shiny black hair that flowed behind her when she walked. High heels clicked on the floor wherever she went, giving her even more height than she already has. Nails and lips were always painted red. She was sexy and beautiful in every way, and you loathed her. If the rumors were true, you would never have Aemond back.

When you first heard of the rumors, your stomach dropped instantly. You choked on the tears that were about to come out and you ran home immediately.

“Helaena!” You called out when you entered the apartment. “Gods, it can't be true!”

“Can't what be true?” She called from the bathroom. Helaena poked her head out, her hair wrapped in a towel.

Your voice wavered. “The rumors. People are saying Aemond is seeing Professor Alys Rivers. That she’s the reason that he got an apartment.”

“First off,” Helaena started, “that’s bullshit. He decided he wanted to live out on his own and not in a dorm anymore. He never gave me details why but that’s it. Second, if he’s seeing her he’s being stupid.” She popped back into the bathroom for a few moments, then popped back out. “He’s panicking, I’m sure. He’ll be back.”

“Hel, it’s been months. He’s been avoiding me for fucking months. I can’t do anything to get to him!” You rested your head against a wall and hit it a few times.

“You could always try going to his apartment. It would be a bold move but it would get his attention,” Helaena suggested.

“Gods, you’re starting to sound like Aegon,” you groaned.

Helaena shrugged. “I’m just trying to offer you ideas.”

Tapping your fingers against the wall, you closed your eyes and thought about it all. All the heartbreak, all the feelings, all the love. It was time, you decided. “I’m going to do it.”

“You’re gonna tell him?”

“Yes. I’m done hiding.”

Helaena smiled. “Hell yeah, you are. I’ll drop you off at his place and you can go from there.”

You stopped in your tracks. “You know where he lives? And you never told me?”

“I love you, you know I do. But I’m a sister as well as a friend. He asked me not to tell you. But I’m throwing that out the window for this.”

Narrowing your eyes at your friend, you hesitantly nodded. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

Helaena squealed. “You can do it! Now, go get dressed up in something cute, and we’ll head out.”

All but running to your room, you closed the door behind you and started digging through your clothes. Cute but practical. Outfit after outfit, nothing seemed to work. In the end, you opted for a white shirt under a flannel jacket with black jeans. You admired yourself in the mirror, building up your confidence to do what needed to be done. It was then that you noticed your neck was bare. Quickly moving to your dresser, you carefully picked up your sapphire necklace and put it on. Now your outfit was complete.

The drive to Aemond’s new apartment was quiet. You were nervous and Helaena seemed to know that. She didn’t urge you into any conversation. Helaena simply drove the car. After fifteen minutes of driving, a fancy apartment complex loomed overhead.

“That’s where he is. It’s some fancy indoor apartment complex. I guess he delved into the family money a bit to get in there,” Helaena said.

You gulped. If he decided to step into the family money he so often refused, something must have happened to him.

“He’s not hurt is he? Like physically, he’s okay? There’s been no accident or anything?” You couldn’t stop the words from spewing out of your mouth.

“Not that I know of. I’m sure he’s fine,” Helaena replied.

Pulling up to the gated apartments, Helaena entered the number G16-2460#. “That’s his apartment number, by the way,” she said after she entered it. “Floor G, number sixteen.”

You nodded in response, not really knowing what else to say. It was almost time.

Helaena drove a bit more before turning into an open parking spot. “He’s up the stairs on the seventh floor. Good luck, babe.”

You pulled Helaena into a quick hug. “Thank you for everything.”

This was it. You were going to do it. You were going to tell him how you felt. After everything that has happened between you two. There was no one else for you. Just Aemond.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you made your way to his apartment. Despite him being on the seventh floor, you decided to give yourself some time to think and opted to take the stairs.

The stairwell was empty. Well lit, thank goodness, but cold nonetheless. At first you thought it was empty, but there was some soft moaning.

It was a stairwell; noises echoed. Did people really not know that? Rolling your eyes and expecting the worst, you continued your way up the flights of stairs. You had hoped the noises would have gone away with the sound of a door but if anything they became louder. Heavy breathing was easily heard at this point.

After one last flight up, you knew they were right on the seventh floor door. Exactly where you needed to be. “Hey, I’m not sure if you know this, but these -” You started your little annoyed speech towards the couple. “Aemond?”

It was Aemond who was pushed against a wall, making out with someone. Your heart broke just a tiny bit.

The woman pulled herself off of him and straightened her blouse. She had long raven hair and blood red lipstick. “I guess now is my cue to leave. I’ll see you later, babe.” She winked and went through the stairwell door before anyone could say otherwise.

When you made eye contact with Aemond, your eyes immediately watered. You turned away and tried to run but he caught your hand.

“No, you don’t understand, please,” Aemond tried to tell you.

“What I do not understand is why you were making out with your -” Aemond’s hand came up to cover your mouth.

“You can’t say that. She’ll get in trouble.” He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

“As if her being here making out with you won’t?”

“Let me explain, please. I really like her.”

You shuffled your feet to hide your breaking heart. “Do you love her?”

“I…” Aemond faltered.

“Never mind.” You pulled on a brave face and put your feelings behind you. Taking his hand gently, you told him, “Let’s go up so you can tell me everything, okay? I’ve missed you. Together forever through everything, right?

Aemond looked at you with what looked like gratitude in his eye. “Yeah.”

[luxcuriousao3]

Dove: A Zombie Ghost Story (Chapter Two)

Summary: He shuffled back some, giving her plenty of space. Enough that she could get out of her hiding spot and run away, if she wanted to. He would follow her again if she did, a hidden, monstrous protector. But he didn't want to hide. He wanted to be next to her, to have her ask him more questions, to not be alone, anymore… Word Count: 2129 Warnings: no smut this chapter (this fic is the slowest of burns y'all, strap in for a looooong ride), vague, brief references to unspecified abuse in the OC's backstory, semi-graphic violence, POV switches denoted by line breaks Notes: This is by far the shortest chapter in this fic as it currently stands. I am thinking of doing a double update today to make it up to the few of you who read this, whoever you are XD let me know if that is something y'all would like. AO3, Masterlist

Lelia woke up slowly, sore and confused. She wasn’t in the bed she shared with Andrew, back at the base, stealing precious hours of sleep in the time that he was gone, unable to relax when he was lying next to her. No, she was somewhere else, somewhere that smelled of damp earth and—rot?

Lelia opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was—and then screamed at the nightmarish sight that greeted her.

Milky white eyes stared at her through a dirty, broken skull mask. The zombie’s jaw hung open, bloody, grey flesh peeled away from its sharp teeth and blackened gums, leaving them exposed threateningly. Lelia tried to back away, but she was cornered, stuck in a trap of her own making.

It was then that the events of last night came back to her, and she sucked in a breath as she realized the zombie in front of her, who was now groaning quietly as it—moved away from her? What?—was the same one from last night, the one that had scared off all the others that had left her stranded in a tree. The one that had almost seemed to understand her when she’d begged for help, and then for it to go away…

***

Ghost hadn’t left his little dove’s side all night, standing over her like her very own guard dog. The comparison would’ve bothered him, when he was human—but he was more beast than man, now, so he simply thought it was fitting.

The zombies he’d heard earlier had indeed caught his dove's delicious scent, but one deep, rumbling growl from him had scared them off when they’d gotten too close for comfort. He’d checked afterwards to make sure he hadn’t woken her, but the poor thing hadn’t so much as twitched. Her utter lack of survival instincts dumbfounded him. He had no idea how she’d made it this long. But he was oddly glad for it, even if it concerned him. The end of the world hadn’t taken her softness from her, and he knew it would have been just as intriguing to him when he was alive as it was now. Ghost had never had something soft in his life, and his undeath had stripped him of everything warm, too. She was both. It made him want to curl around her like a shield, and protect her from the horrors of the world. To keep that innocent spirit from breaking. And he could, now, in a way he wouldn't have been able to do before. Because he had no other purpose, anymore. She could give him one, and if only she’d let him stay, maybe she could give him some of that warmth and softness, too…

Hours later, he heard her begin to stir. He took another step back from her little hideout, but crouched down so she could see his face, his stiff knees creaking ominously. He knew it wasn’t exactly a comforting sight, but he hoped that she might be slightly less frightened if she recognized him from last night, the zombie that had saved her and then let her go, rather than thinking he was some random infected.

When she screamed bloody murder upon seeing him, though, he reevaluated. It had been quite a while since he’d seen his own reflection—maybe he looked even worse than he thought…

Ghost automatically raised his hands as if to show he wasn’t a threat. That only made her curl in on herself, though, like she was expecting him to lunge for her. Which, well, of course she was. He was a zombie. A flesh eating monster. And she smelled so good…

He grunted as he shook the thought out of his virus-laden brain. His little dove let out a small, terrified noise, burying her sweet face in her knees, so he stopped. He wished he could tell her that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but every noise or move he made only seemed to scare her further. How was he supposed to explain that he was different from the other walking corpses? That he wanted to protect her, not eat her?

He looked down at the dirt, and he had an idea. He clumsily swiped away the leaves and other debris, then began to drag his fingertips through the clean patch of dirt. He was trying to write a single word—safe—but as he went to draw the first letter, he realized he didn't know what it was.

The thought made him go still. How did he not know how to spell such a simple word? He was no genius, but he wasn’t a bloody idiot, either.

Ghost growled, frustrated and more than a little bit afraid. He didn’t want to admit what he knew to be true—that the virus had destroyed so much of his brain that he was now illiterate. It was maddening. It was terrifying. He’d already known he was just a shell of his former self, barely clinging to his humanity, and yet…

“Wh-why aren’t you trying to e-eat me?”

Ghost looked up so fast that his broken jaw wobbled precariously, almost looking like it was about to fall off. He reached up and tried to put it back into place, to seem just a tad more human, but it simply fell open again as soon as he let go, dangling uselessly. None of that mattered, though, because she was talking to him. For the first time since he’d been infected, he was having a conversation. He would have smiled if he could have, so bright that Johnny would’ve asked him who he was and what he’d done with the real Ghost.

Who’s Johnny?

Ghost didn't know the answer to that question, but he didn’t linger on the wisps of longing and grief that came with it, nearly giddy from his dove’s question. She looked like she didn’t truly expect him to understand her, let alone answer, but the fact that she’d asked at all was enough. This was his chance. He couldn’t fuck this up. He couldn’t.

He shuffled back some, giving her plenty of space. Enough that she could get out of her hiding spot and run away, if she wanted to. He would follow her again if she did, a hidden, monstrous protector. But he didn't want to hide. He wanted to be next to her, to have her ask him more questions, to not be alone, anymore…

He settled down onto the ground fully, and then stiffly patted the spot next to him, inviting her to come sit. He didn't expect her to, even if he hoped she would—he just wanted to show her that he wasn’t a mindless animal, nor a threat. He wished he had food to give her, or even just a blanket. Anything to prove that he came in peace, and that he was useful to have around.

***

“You… you want me to sit with you?”

Lelia could hardly believe the words coming from her mouth, or the sight in front of her. A zombie, staring at her rather than eating her, inviting her to come sit next to it. A zombie that bobbed its head at her question and let out a soft groan, like it was trying to say why yes, yes I do.

Lelia was officially insane.

“Are you going to eat me?”

She was crazy, and she was going even crazier for entertaining the notion that a walking corpse could understand her, could communicate with her. All the survivors on the base had said the infected ceased to be human the second they turned. The second they were bitten, in some of the more ruthless soldiers’ opinions.

She shivered at the memory. She didn't like soldiers. She didn’t trust them, not anymore. Not after what they’d done to her. And as she really looked at the zombie, she realized something terrible—he was one of them. Or he had been. It was all so confusing…

The zombie shook its head stiffly, broken, hanging jaw clacking as it jerked back and forth at the movement. It was incredibly disturbing. She looked away.

“I don’t know what to do,” she confessed in a whisper after a long moment, still not looking at the undead soldier. She didn't know why she was still talking to it. She should stop. She shouldn’t play into whatever delusion this was. But she couldn’t seem to control herself. “I don’t know how to survive out here. But I won’t go back. I won’t.”

The zombie made what could have been considered a questioning noise, if Lelia was insane. She turned to glare at its terrifying, rotting face and its black, bloody, ragged tactical gear.

“The military base,” she answered, like it had actually asked. Her narrowed eyes were haunted as she stared at it angrily, tears threatening to fall. “I know what evils you soldiers are capable of. And I won’t suffer them, not anymore. I’d rather be torn apart.”

The zombie groaned quietly, lowering its head, almost as if it was ashamed. Of what, she didn't know. Being military? Or its fellow soldiers’ cruelty? No. Lelia was just projecting. It was probably a groan of hunger.

She swallowed nervously at the thought, shifting like she was going to try and make a run for it, because she was. But the zombie’s gaze darted back up, and she froze. But when it didn’t move, she slowly began crawling out of her little tree hollow again, until she was standing over it’s crouched form, staring down into empty white eyes. Gathering her scraps of bravery, she turned her back on it and began walking away from it as quickly as she could, still too sore and tired to run like she wanted to.

She looked over her shoulder so many times during that first hour, she lost count. The zombie had followed her once already—what was to say he wouldn’t do it again?

That was, if it was even real. She had begun to convince herself it wasn’t, at least not this second time. It had to have been real last night, there was no other explanation as to how she was still alive. But today? There was just no way. It had seemed far too intelligent to be real, today. She’d practically had a conversation with it!

She shook her head, letting out a huff of disbelieving laughter. No. Last night had been an anomaly, a fluke, some sort of strange zombie infighting, maybe some territorial hierarchical dominance ritual…

Lelia was definitely losing it.

Finally, she felt confident enough that no zombie soldier, figment of her imagination or not, was following her, and she stopped bothering to check. She was on a mission to find… something. Something to eat, something to drink, somewhere safe and warm to rest. Just… something. Anything to help her live another day.

After several more hours, in which Lelia had truly begun to flag, fate took pity on her, and brought her to a run down cabin in the middle of the woods. She quickened her steps, stumbling through the door, desperate to get out of the cold.

She barely had a second to notice the infected waiting inside before it was upon her.

Lelia screamed, trying to get away, but the woman’s stumbling corpse held on tight, jaws snapping in her face. Lelia barely managed to keep it from biting her, using all her strength to hold it back. But her arms were already trembling, and with every second, the gnashing teeth were getting closer.

This is it, she thought, terrified. This is how I die.

Suddenly, the zombie was ripped off of her, and Lelia fell to the ground, watching with wide eyes as her zombie—the one she’d seen last night and hallucinated this morning—slammed the other against the wall, over and over again until it finally stopped moving. A dark patch of black blood stained the wood where its head had been after the undead soldier dropped it, and Lelia stared at it, dazed and confused.

Suddenly, she felt gloved hands on her body, quickly running up and down her limbs. She shrieked, kicking out as she tried to scramble away. Her foot connected with something hard, but it didn’t move. It just let out a familiar grunt and released her.

Lelia froze, her panic clearing enough to register her zombie standing over her, taking a step back as it let out a gurgling noise. It had touched her. It had killed the undead that was trying to eat her, and it had touched her. She’d felt it.

It wasn’t a hallucination. “You’re real,” she breathed, feeling dizzy at the realization. “You’re real, and you’re not eating me, and you’re— you’re protecting me. How? Why?”

[animehideout]

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 2.

Read part 1

part 3

part 4

a/n: Currently working on the other requested mbti types, they'll be included in the coming parts ✨.

Thank you @goofbye @wakatsukikanae @zoldyi for requesting INFP, and @lostmymarblesstuff for requesting ISTP. I really really hope you like them though. 😭🫶🏻💖.

INFP:

Choso Kamo = Fiancé

Both of you find solace in each other's arms, you don't need to vocalize your love since your energy alone is capable of conveying the love, admiration and respect you have for each other. He appreciates the idea of becoming a family and building a home together filled with familial warmth. He's also a good listener whenever you vent. You accept each other for who you truly are without faking anything. You are both authentic and genuine. You show your love through acts of service, so he enjoys cooking your cravings for you.

Toji Fushiguro = Enemy

You have no respect for people who lack empathy or compassion, and Toji is one of them. He's vile, hostile and manipulative. He is the complete opposite of you. You have a strong sense of justice, fairness and sensitivity so Toji's actions trigger a strong negative reaction out of you. He is a threat to your values and peace, so you can't help but develop an enmity. He sees you weak for including your emotions so he always tries to change you into his liking or simply provoke you.

Toge Inumaki = Bestfriend

Most of your Hangouts are at home where you sit comfortably enjoying the peaceful quietness. You understand each other's emotions and troubles. He provides a safe space for you to express yourself, he takes your feelings into account and never judges you. He enjoys sitting comfortably while you talk about your dreams and thoughts. You inspire him a lot and he appreciates that you trust him enough to share personal things with him. He makes you feel that it's okay to be different as long as you are true to yourself.

Megumi Fushiguro = roommate.

You respect each other's personal space and that what made you good roommates, living under the same roof peacefully without any obstacles. At first you found difficulty to get into conversations or just hang out together at home; given that both of you are introverts. So you just limited yourself to small chats, but you grew to enjoy each other's presence and chill together. Both of you share similar standards for cleanliness so you divide tasks to keep your shared space tidy. Despite growing closer and more comfortable, the boundaries that both of you had set are still sacred. It is easy to live with Megumi.

ISTP

Toji Fushiguro= Husband.

The powerful duo, a thrill-seekers. Toji is the perfect match for you. You have mutual qualities such as using the power of mind, pursuing financial success and enjoying the spontaneous adventures. You have a healthy marriage life, following a pragmatic and rational approach. He is attracted to your determination and mindset, even after being married for too long he still looks at you with the same admiration and love he has for you since the first time he had laid eyes on you. Flirts a lot with you and drowns you in compliments. Your honeymoon was a thrilling and exciting experience literally risking your lives but you enjoyed every bit of it. You are attracted to his straightforwardness and cleverness also to his teasing and playful side. At some levels he doesn't take life too seriously but instead he faces it with humor and mockery. He is the perfect husband for you.

Yuta Okkotsu = Has a crush on you.

He would find himself uncontrollably attracted and drawn to you. The way you reasonably handle things, issues and conflicts impresses him. He also admires your independence and self-sufficiency, you are mentally strong and intelligent. And despite being introvert and reserved he would be surprised by how quick you can adapt to different situations and how you enjoy the thrill of new experiences and adventures. It leaves him blown away and intrigued by you and without hesitation he would develop a powerful crush.

Nanami Kento = Colleague.

You equally share a mutual respect for each other's skills. Both of you hate working overtime so most of the time you blend your competences to get done early with the work. You have a formal and professional kind of relationship which is task-oriented. Your emotions are put aside while working together. What matters is that you succeed in reaching your goals or solve problems. You are an effective team and can work in harmony.

Maki Zenin = Bestfriend.

You feel comfortable enough around Maki to enjoy engaging with various activities with her. Most of the time you train together. Maki has a strategic planning so she always comes up with interesting plans for both of you to enjoy, on the other hand you are a spontaneous person, so you make life more fun and full of surprises. You make each other even more stronger; both emotionally and physically. You keep each other stable and on track, focusing on your goals. Both of you are independent so you only provide emotional support, words of encouragement and comfort.

This piece of writing is just for fun, also it is imo, so it's not necessarily accurate 🫶🏻

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Rose Recaps 2024 - Japan [Thailand | Korea.]

Ok, the individual show's recaps will be shorter in this one, because there are too many shows I've loved. I am partial to Japan, so it shouldn't be surprising.

We've had 4 different shows that had BL's within BL's. Which is a lot. And also kind of amazing. I'll start with those and then move on to all the others.

The Last One of 2023 and the First One of 2024 - I Became the Lead in a BL Drama: Crank up Edition

I love them and I can't believe I will get more of them this year. the comedy is great and they are both so earnest and adorable.

The One With the Slope - At 25:00 in Akasaka

They rewired my brain. One of my big obsessions of the year. The show within the show was used so efficiently. And Hayama. What a phenomenal character. I love pining boys, but this was on another level. A stand out moment was when Hayama finally chose himself and left Shirasaki before going too far, and tainting the beautiful memories they had created together.

The One With the Fourth Wall - A Man Who Defies the World of BL 3

Adding the making of a bl to this one was particularly interesting. That and the triangle made this season particularly fun to watch. Also Hatano was an incredible addition to the story and the filming of the bl was both adorable and heart breaking at times. A huge thanks to @ikeoji-subs for making it possible to watch.

The One With All the Tropes - Twilight Out of Focus

What a beautiful and lovely show. Just a gift for the eyes and a really fun and adorable watch. My favourite couple was the first, but I liked things about all of them. Such interesting use of tropes.

The One About Family - Ossan's Love Returns

I should thank @twig-tea everyday for convincing me to watch this one, even though I hadn't watch the previous ones. This is such a sweet show, with endearing characters and amazing family dynamics. Haruta and Maki deliver such sweet romance moments and Kurosawa makes me laugh so hard. It wasn't perfect but it was so so good.

The One With the Cutest Puppy - Sugar Dog Life

With so many disappointments, this show stands out by executing a simple and heart warming story really well. Isumi is the most adorable lonely boy and even though I wanted to strangle Amasawa at points, it all made sense in this context. They have great chemistry and their scenes together had a warmth that felt real.

The One With the Glass - Takara no Vidro

I will never get tired of someone falling for a crush because they were kind. It's something that Japan does a lot and I will always root for those characters. Taishin was such a beautiful character to watch grow and learn about his own feelings. And I adore Takara. His fear that his love for Taishin would bring out his possessiveness, and much like glass, if he held on too tight he might crush it, was heartbreaking to watch.

The One With the Succulents - Love Is a Poison

I just spoke a bit about it in my monthly breakdown so I'll just say one more thing about it. The visual effects in this show were used incredibly well, as were Shiba's insane dream sequences. The dropped green ink, the shine in the succulents and the heart eyes on Haruto. Perfection. Oh and the sound effects of the succulents. Freaking adorable.

The One With the Two Lonely Boys - Perfect propose

These two were looking for connection and a place to rest and found it in each other. It was short and gentle and sweet and managed to say a lot even though we only had them for 6 episodes.

The Other Magical Adaptation - Cherry Magic Anime

I would watch this story over and over again. And to have this one airing at the same time as the thailand adaptation was a joy. I feel the characters in this one are closest to the ones in the manga, they feel less perfect for lack of a better world. I want to rewatch this one soon.

The One With the Food and the Dog - Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

One of my new comfort watches. It's adorable in a very realistic way. The acting feels effortless, everybody feels comfortable in their roles, and all the supporting characters have purpose and play a part in the main romance. The best BL dog ever and all the food looked amazing and kept bringing me back to Kinou Nani Tabeta, which is not surprising since it shares a director with it. Thank you to @isaksbestpillow for allowing us to watch.

The One With the Amazing Women - She Loves to Cook, She Loves to Eat

I spoke about this one several times. I watched both seasons this year, my full review is here. I love all of them, although Kasuga holds a special place in my heart.

That's it for the breakdown by country. I still have one more post I wanna make with a couple of other bl's that I couldn't fit in these posts. Let's see if I find the time and the spoons for it. 💜

[loveemagicpeace]

🌙Moon in Synastry🌙

🌒Here is a description of the moons that fall in the houses. A person whose moon falls in a certain house feels this way around the person of the house. Keep in mind that there are also other connections here, which can then make the connection different than it is🌒

🎸Moon in 1st house- with this person, you will feel as if they can see your feelings and that you can express them. You feel that you can express your emotional nature through this person. You feel comfortable opening up the this person and sharing your personal side with them. You have an instinctual feeling that they “get you,” and that they'll be there for you.

💄Moon in 2nd house- you can feel that the person values ​​your feelings or gives you security. You will feel emotionally stable. This couple is going to have an interesting combination of unique financial insight and a stable financial base of operations. You find each other valuable. Maybe you can find many things to enjoy with this person.

💐Moon in 3rd house-with this person you will feel that you can say how you feel without thinking about it. Maybe talking with this person can help you a lot or give you the feeling that the person helps you a lot with emotional expression. They can talk a lot and exchange many topics. This can also create a friendly atmosphere. Or you can see this relationship as if this person is like a brother/sister to you.

🧸Moon in 4th house-you feel at home with this person, he makes you feel at home. You feel that he cares for you and that he loves you and you get a lot of warmth from him. It creates a very comfortable expression of emotions and at the same time it is also private - you want to create a special bond with this person. You feel deeply bonded to each other. The Moon person may feel like a parent to the 4th house person. With this overlay, both partners feel that your roots together go very deep. U feel deep bond to this person. And it can remind you of your childhood. You get the feeling that this person already knows you and you know them.

🌠Moon in 5th house-you will enjoy the company of this person and he can get a lot of fun out of you. Whenever you are with this person, you feel happy. They can do a lot together and have fun. At the same time, you can feel the romantic energy. You just feel like the house person is perfect. You feel an emotional connection. You especially seek them out for fun and pleasurable activities. Your dates and outings are fun.

🎇Moon in 6th house- you often feel productive and organized with this person. Many times you feel that this person brings out the best in you, which is for your health or routine or helps you build it. But you can sometimes feel that they may be criticizing your feelings or behavior. One of you tries endlessly to help and support the other. You may enjoy the feeling that you’re doing the right thing. You can also do a lot for this person. Or the person takes care of you and brings you everything you need.

🧜🏼‍♀️Moon in 7th house-you feel that you are building a beautiful relationship with this person that is permanent and long-term. Many times you can rely emotionally on this relationship. You can feel good about expressing your feelings and sharing them with this person. For both partners, being together simply feels natural to you. You may want to be together all the time. You complement each other: one of you ebbs while the other flows. The two of you are open and accepting of each other.

🦋Moon in 8th house-you may feel that the person sees your deep feelings or that your relationship is deeper and more real. At the same time, you can feel trapped by the feelings you have for this person. It's like you don't want to show or share them with that person (many things can be hidden). You may feel that you are never emotionally fulfilled, even though the person does a lot for you, but you don't always see it that way. It can also create a lack of trust. 8th house is intense house and it will always feel like obsession, jealousy or possessiveness. Because you feel that the person is taking away your power.

🐚Moon in 9th house-it creates a very positive atmosphere and with this person you feel as if he is always inspiring you and giving you new information. But you can also idealize a person. The Moon person brings out the best in the house person. The house person senses this, and they may become emotionally attached to the Moon person. But you can feel optimistic, fun with this person and they can bring out the fun side in you.

🩵Moon in 10th house-means that you and your partner have a powerful bond that connects you where it matters most—emotions. The Moon in the 10th House in synastry represents values and security in one’s life partner. It is the desire to create something that will outlast one’s lifetime; hence, “build a legacy” with their partner. This aspect takes on greater significance in synastry. It can indicate a shared family background or an immediate family connection between the partners.

🪴Moon in 11th house- this moon is very good for friendships. With this person, you will feel that you can create a good atmosphere. You can share similar dreams and goals with this person. You can share friends or people in common. With this person, you feel that they give you freedom and at the same time accept you as you are. You instinctively feel at ease around the house person. The house person sense this, and then also feels very relaxed around the Moon person. Both of you feel that you can be yourself in this relationship. This placement is the most comfortable for you to feel that you can be you with the person.

🫧Moon in 12th house- this person makes you feel spiritual and dreamy. Sometimes it's like things aren't real. It can be a very beautiful bond that you feel with a person (like some kind of connection that you can't even explain yourself). But it can create a lack of trust and security. There may be no logical basis for a lack of trust, but your gut feelings keep you both uncertain of each other. Pain can go very deep. Because you are not aware of how you feel, you can only find out later how you feel. Sometimes emotions can be covered up or you have the feeling that you feel something, but then you realize that none of it was true.

-Rebekah🎨🧸🫧