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empyrealoasis · 3 days ago

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Shifting 101: A Complete Beginner’s Guide🐚🫧

This guide will break down everything you need to know about shifting: what it is, how it works, the methods, the science behind it, and practical tips for success.

What Is Shifting?

Shifting is the process of moving your consciousness to a different reality, whether it’s fictional, parallel, or entirely of your creation. It’s not your imagination—it’s about fully experiencing another reality.

Here's a summary of what it might feel like:

Physical Sensations

Vibrations or Tingling: Many report feeling their body vibrating or tingling, especially during the transition phase.

Weightlessness: A sensation of floating or being disconnected from the physical body.

Pressure Changes: Some describe feeling a "sinking" sensation, or a light pressure on their chest or body.

Warmth or Coolness: A shift in body temperature, often feeling either unusually warm or cool.

Mental and Emotional States

Calmness or Euphoria: A deep sense of peace, happiness, or excitement as they approach the desired reality.

Heightened Awareness: A sharper or more vivid sense of surroundings, even if they are imagined.

Detachment from the Current Reality: A feeling of being "pulled away" from where they currently are, mentally and emotionally.

Clarity: A sudden understanding or awareness of the desired reality, as if it's "right there."

During the Shift

Hypnagogic Imagery: Seeing flashes of light, shapes, or scenes from the desired reality as if in a vivid dream.

Auditory Changes: Hearing voices, sounds, or music associated with the desired reality.

Rapid Heartbeat: Some report their heart racing, which may be a mix of excitement and physiological response.

After the Shift

Being grounded in the Desired Reality: Feeling completely present and immersed in the new environment, often indistinguishable from waking life.

Memories: Retaining memories of the current reality but experiencing them as distant or unimportant compared to the new reality.

Familiarity: Even if the shifted reality is new, it may feel intuitively familiar, like returning to a place you've always known.

Why Do People Shift?

To live out their dream life or be in a fictional world.

Escape stress or explore alternate possibilities.

To experience new perspectives and adventures.

For self growth (mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually)

How Does Shifting Work?

Shifting focuses on aligning your consciousness with another reality. It may sound mystical, but scientific concepts can explain how it might work:

1. The Role of the Subconscious

Your subconscious mind doesn’t differentiate between imagination and reality—it processes everything you believe as truth. By visualizing and affirming your DR, you’re "rewriting" your mind to accept it as your "true" reality.

2. Brainwaves and Conscious States

Shifting works best when your brain is in certain states:

Alpha: Relaxed but awake, like when you daydream.

Theta: The in-between state of sleep and wakefulness—perfect for accessing your subconscious.

Delta: Deep sleep. Some people shift directly through their dreams.

3. The Quantum Perspective

The Many-Worlds Theory in quantum physics suggests infinite versions of reality exist. Shifting aligns your awareness with a different version of yourself, allowing you to live in that reality.

How to Shift: The Basics

1. Preparation

Create Your DR Script:

Where you’ll be.

Who you’ll meet.

Rules (e.g., “Time stops in my OR while I’m in my DR”).

Safe words (to return to your OR).

Set the Scene: Find a quiet, comfortable place where you won’t be disturbed.

2. Choose a Method

There are many methods to help guide your mind into the void or DR. Here are some popular ones:

The Raven Method: Lie in a starfish position, count to 100, and affirm things like, "I am in my DR." Visualize your DR as vividly as possible.

The Pillow Method: Write your script and place it under your pillow. Visualize your DR as you fall asleep.

The Void Method: Enter a deeply relaxed state, focus on the darkness behind your eyelids, and affirm that you’re in the void (a blank state of pure awareness where you can shift instantly).

3. Let Go and Trust the Process

The most important part of shifting is letting go of resistance. Don’t force the experience—relax and allow it to happen naturally.

Signs You’re Close to Shifting

You might experience these signs as you approach your DR:

Tingling sensations or vibrations.

Feeling weightless or heavy.

Hearing sounds from your DR.

Seeing flashes of light or imagery.

Common Challenges and Solutions

1. I Can’t Relax

Try meditating before starting or doing a body scan (mentally relaxing each part of your body).

2. I Overthink Too Much

Focus on affirmations or play calming music to distract your logical mind.

3. Nothing Happens

This is untrue as this is an assumption. However, it may take a few tries before you get the hang of it

The Science Behind Shifting

While shifting isn’t officially recognized by science, many related phenomena align with psychological and neurological concepts:

Hypnagogia and Hypnopompia: These are the states between wakefulness and sleep, where vivid imagery and sensations occur. They’re key moments for accessing your subconscious.

Lucid Dreaming: Like shifting, lucid dreaming involves awareness and control within a dream. Many people shift through lucid dreaming techniques.

Visualization and Neuroplasticity: Studies show that imagining something activates the same brain areas as doing it. With repetition, you "train" your brain to accept your DR as real.

The Placebo Effect: Your beliefs shape your experience. If you fully believe you’ve shifted, your brain will accept it as true. Can be achieved with the Law of Assumption.

Myths About Shifting

You Can Get Stuck: This is impossible. Your subconscious will always bring you back to your OR when needed.

It’s Dangerous: Shifting is as safe as sleeping or meditating. Unless you decide to shift to a Zombie Apocalypse then duhh.

You Need a Perfect Script/Concept: Having scripts and a good self-concept helps, but they’re not required. Your intention is enough.

Tips for Success

Stay consistent: Shifting gets easier with practice.

Believe in yourself: Doubts can create mental blocks.

Use reminders: Read your script daily to reinforce your DR.

Be patient: Everyone’s journey is different.

P.S. At the end of the day, all you need is yourself. Only you can make you shift. It is not necessary to have a script/method because it's you who's going to make it work. So, do what feels comfortable for you and what works for you. Don't let others tell you otherwise.

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astrow1zar6 · 13 hours ago

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Slay Astro placements pt 3

Venus/Uranus positively aspected (trine, CONJUNCTION, sextile): this is by far the most magnetic aspects you can have (especially in conjunction) your vibe is very electrifying. People are super drawn to you & you have the ability to attract friends and admirers from every walk of life. These people can really get along with everyone & are usually super fun to be around. It’s never a dull moment around these individuals. You have a very unique/shocking personality & style. This can be a big fashionista placement and are really creative when it comes to putting certain clothing together. (They could have a really cool Pinterest aesthetic as well). They can be seen as very quirky but they usually pull it off in a very cool way which makes people want to copy them! Big social butterflies & always have exciting stories they share because they are always going on crazy adventures. However they can have a difficult time with long term commitments and romance because of their need for freedom. A lot of big influencers have this placement.

Fire grand trine: if you have this configuration in your chart you have big star quality! A grand trine in any element is considered super lucky & rare but I notice in the fire element they tend to be a lot less lazy & it’s easier for them to go for what they want without procrastination ( grand trines have a tendency to make the native lazy with their talents). You have a larger than life personality & have the ability to attract people and opportunities to you as easy as pie. They posses a lot of energy & ambition which makes getting what they want very easy. Big manifestor energy! Anything they put their mind to they can achieve. A lot of celebrities and models (ex; Cara Delevine) have this they usually have an easier time in life and have an easier time finding joy in life than most. They need to watch out tho for being to impulsive & making rash decisions when they become too excited. It’s good to learn grounding tips so they don’t go astray from their goals.

Venus in Leo: this is honestly one of my favorite Venus placements. These people are sooo put together. They can wear a plastic bag and still look like a baddie. Usually big into luxury and you’ll see them wear a lot of designer, name brand shoes, pretty jewelry, expensive perfumes. They usually smell AMAZING omg (especially with VIRGO or Libra in their chart 😩). They tend to be very ambitious as well! Because of their love for luxury & the good things in life they are normally very money driven & I’ve met a lot who get straight As. They are very self assured & know their worth from a very young age. It’s princess treatment or nothing with them. They usually attract partners that show them off & worship the ground they walk on (bc honestly the accept nothing less). They can have a worship kink. They also treat their partners really well too with a lot of attention and grand gestures, dates & gifts. A lot of people envy them and their relationships. Just know you getting taken care of if these natives love you! Very popular placement as well.

Jupiter in the 12th: these natives are so divinely protected & can be super lucky especially when they are practicing any type of spirituality. They have a lot of angels around them! (My mom had this placement and she had a lot of psychic randomly walk up to her in stores and tell her that there were angels around her😳 super cool). These people experience a lot of supernatural shit in their life & can be lowkey psychic (especially in their dreams). They are able to escape from a lot of terrible situations unharmed. This also creates someone that has a very beautiful selfless soul🥺 they are sooo pure at heart. They are usually into things like volunteering, helping the poor/cooking for them, volunteering in foreign third world countries ect. When they aren’t practicing anything spiritual or are giving to others however they can become very lost in life so it’s important for them to give themselves to others selflessly to increase their good luck. Don’t do these people wrong in any way! They are so protected that karma will fuck your life up forreal. Has a very unforgettable vibe especially romantically.

Uranus conjunct mercury: this placement gives Einstein vibes. So many people who are geniuses or savants have this placement in their chart. This gives a very out of the box creative type of thinking to the native. They have the ability to see patterns others usually miss. Their brain works like the speed of light and they can pick up on concepts and academics faster than most. Their brains work in lightening speed! A lot of famous scientists and philosophers have this aspect in their chart. Being super smart however can have its downfalls. These people usually suffer from overthinking because of the amount of information they are able to absorb & suffer from head aches a lot. This can also cause anxiety because you could be ahead of your time cognitively making it really difficult for others your age to understand your thought process. These people have a great out if the box sense of humor as well! Their intelligence makes them able to think of some of the most creative funniest lines.

Sun in positive aspect with the moon (trine, conjunct, sextile) : these individuals are very in tuned with themselves & are usually very comfortable expressing & understanding their emotions more than most. A lot of people are down to them because of how secure they are with themselves & are able to deal with difficult feelings with ease. They have the ability to make others feel comfortable being themselves around them because of their accepting and open natures. They are normally more comfortable being/showing vulnerability than most & their masculine & feminine energies are usually very balanced within them. They are super affectionate and have hearts of gold for the ones they love. They usually know what they want and who they are from a very young age which can make it easy for them to go for what they want since their is little confliction internally. They are guided by their hearts and don’t let others projections get in the way of what they truly desire & want which I think is so special. They can however be over emotional at times and people can take advantage of them a lot because of how giving their natures are:( overall though very good people usually.

Jupiter in cancer/4th house: these people are probably your favorite family member. They are that cousin & aunty that if there aren’t at the family reunion then it’s super dull. They know how to bring people together by their loving charismatic natures. They will do anything for their family and usually grow up being really supported by family members as well. Most I notice came from wealthier families. And if they weren’t wealthy they were all very close to the native and helped them a lot when it comes to achieving goals. Usually they are the breadwinners of the family. They could’ve grown up in a very culturally diverse household where they learned a lot about different ways of living or was able to travel a lot to places most people don’t get to see. Could’ve grown up with big family reunions and a lot of fun feasts and holidays/traditions. Because of the great support in their upbringings they have are usually very wise and emotionally mature even from a young age. Their emotional world is very colorful and can put themselves in others shoes with ease (very big spiritual teacher aspect). Billie Eilish has this aspect and she always says how growing up her family was her rock and she brings them to all her tours. Could be especially close to the mother or grandmother (4th house ruling mother/grandma). When they have a family of their own it’s most likely going to be big and they normally have a very beautiful big house/home. They are normally amazing parents when they decide to have a child of their own.

Taurus or Libra in the 5th house: another big pretty privilege placement. These people are usually very appealing to the eye and tend to enjoy very Venusian hobbies such as art, fashion, beauty, cooking ect. They tend to be very pleasant partners and attract very pretty spouses as well! This can also indicate having very beautiful children when they ever decide to have them. A lot of people in the modeling industry have a Venusian 5th house. Libra tends to be a very flirtatious placement when in the 5th house and are usually able to find their soulmates/ marry at a very early age. Taurus in the 5th may take a little longer to find their soulmates (usually they find them when financially stable) but once they do they are in it for the long haul and their partners are usually quite wealthy or are very good at investing. Taurus in the 5th tend to have a natural charm about them which makes the irresistible to the opposite sex. (Or same sex depending on what you are into). Both can attract a lot of money and admirers in their lifetime.

Juno in the 1st house or 7th: hubby/wifey material. If these people love you trust me you have a rider for life. These people are super loyal and naturally know what it takes to keep a stable long lasting healthy partnership. They are amazing at compromising & will stay with you thru thick or thin. Could’ve dreamed of marriage from a very young age (especially in the 7th). They usually attract partners that see eye to eye with them & have similar ways of thinking which can cause little issues in their marriages. They have the ability to attract others like them! However these people can struggle with having an identity outside of their partnerships and can become very codependent when in love so it’s important to separate yourself from your lover from time to time to not become too overbearing. Overall though very lucky in love & tend to marry early.

Venus/mercury: smooth talker alert. These people can charm the pants off anyone! It’s actually more rare to have this aspect considering it can only be in either conjunction or sextile. Just by the way you speak and engage can make other fall head over heels for you, you know just what to say & your timing with words are impeccable. I notice these people can have very pretty/sexy talking voices (would be very successful in a podcast because people just live hearing you talk) and they can also be very good singers as well. Usually have perfect pitch naturally. Tend to have very beautiful minds. Their words can be very inspiring as well if they ever choose a public speaking career & they have the ability to connect with so many people just by their words. Can use their hands a lot when they speak which makes you even more engaging

North node in Leo: your whole mission in this lifetime is to SHINEEE. This is such a cool north node to have. In another life you could’ve tried very hard to fit into others and hide the quirks that make you special. You could’ve been very involved in humanity and being involved in a community/friendgroup (south node Aquarius) you could’ve been very detached and independent. In this life however you are meant to stray away from groups and lead! This north node is all about fun & self expression. Deep down you have amazing charisma and charm the you may of had to water down to please others but in this lifetime you are here to stand out not fit in. You are meant to be a STAR. Don’t shy away from the stage or give it to someone else it’s all about YOU not other anymore. You are here to experience romance and learn how to connect deeper with your vulnerability. You’re going from mind to heart in this life. This is a big main character placement imo. Big artists like Beyoncé have this north node. This placement is about finding what makes YOU happy and feel good which I find so beautiful🥹.

Leo sun: you radiate warmth everywhere you go. Like the sun you are able to attract others to you and almost give life to the fullness of life. Your large than life personality and positive outlook draws so many opportunities to you. The world is your stage and YOU are the main character. You are super confident in yourself from a very young age and adore the attention you get from others (they get A LOT of attention). You are a natural entertainer and enjoy making others laugh/ inspiring people. Usually into artistic hobbies such as music, art, comedy, dance, poetry ect. The sun rules Leo so this is one of the most fruitful/comfortable placements for the sun to be in. You have this natural love for yourself that teaches others to love themselves as well♥️ if you aren’t careful you can become a little too attention hungry and only think of yourself which can cause you to receive more negative attention than positive. So make sure you give others a chance to shine as well.

Virgo mercury: these people are so well spoken & are super smart. They have such logical minds and have a very vast vocabulary from what I’ve observed. They are extremely clear in their communication as well which is something I admire (cries in Pisces mercury 🥲). They are usually at the top of their class & have little issues in acedemics. They are huge perfectionists and have an eye for detail. They will not hand in their work until it’s PERFECT. I notice a lot of people with this aspect are love reading as well! A lot of people with this placement are amazing writers and a lot of top novelists have their mercury in Virgo. These are the types to read the dictionary to expand their wordplay. However these people can struggle with a lot of anxiety because of how much they think & how hard they try to make everything “perfect”. They can have problems with never feeling satisfied with their work even if their work is incredible. Don’t be so hard on yourselves:(

Castle configuration: this configuration is pretty rare in the chart. This is where you have a grand trine accompanied by two sextiles on the side creating a castle pattern in the chart. This pattern gives great strength and fortitude. Those who have this pattern are natural born leaders and have the potential to achieve great things in life by their drive alone. This pattern is found in a lot of CEOS, businessmen & great politicians. This gives you the ability to succeed in any field you put your mind to. This gives an amazing level of confidence and ambition. & because of their charisma they are able to attract a lot of relationships with powerful individuals that can help them get to where they need to go in life. Their relationships with others too are usually strong and long lasting. The only issue with this is that these natives can be very rash and impulsive when it comes to decisions but they always prevail even thru their mistakes. This is super lucky and rarely shows up in charts. (North west Kardashian actually has this in her chart).

POF in the 11th house: these people naturally attracted like minded individuals/ friends that help them to become successful in life. The Friedan these people make in this lifetime will be powerful and very influential. The 11th house is also the house of hopes and wishes so it’s no wonder these people are natural manifestors! Anything they wish for and desire are more likely to manifest in the physical compared to others. They can be amazing at networking and can gain a mass following by just being themselves. This is a big entrepreneur placement. They have the ability to create meaningful bonds with others and can have friendships that last a lifetime. They can become very well known toward the end of their life or when they reach a mature age.

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schemingdiva · 2 days ago

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pick a pile reading - messages that you need to hear right now

Pile 1:

Cards: the world, 9 of pentacles, knight of wands, king of cups | shapeshifter oracle card

A situation that you have been praying about has finally reached its end. New financial opportunities are on their way to you dear one. Keep an eye out for incoming money or career opportunities. You are being encouraged to travel and step beyond your comfort zone. Don’t stay in the same place where you struggled, now is the time for you to leave and really challenge yourself to thrive outside of your comfort zone. It’s possible that you may be considering a new career or moving to a new city. You might be into art or traveling. You are also being encouraged to hone your skills and spend time with yourself focusing on your strengths.

extra confirmation: butterflies 🦋, dolphins, the coast, 777

Pile 2:

Cards: death, ace of pentacles, 7 of wands | mountain oracle card

You’re going through a major transformation right now! It may be hard to accept but once you let go of the past, you can get started on your glow up love! You spent a lot of time doing the hard work behind the scenes, doing shadow work and now your hard work is paying off. You may be getting a new job or raise, your life is being promoted in huge way. You may feel a bit defensive right now, but trust that the Universe/God, whomever you believe has your back. Make sure to keep up your boundaries and guard your treasures. The Universe is guiding you to stand your ground regarding this situation, continue with your beliefs and what you’re focusing on. Other people around you may disagree but ignore them, the Universe is supporting you 100% with this. What you’re doing is right for you, and you alone.

extra confirmation: 444, leo, scorpio

Pile 3:

Cards: 9 of swords, 7 of cups, death | earth mother oracles

My heart aches for you pile 3. You’re currently feeling alone, maybe even depressed. You’re in a lot of pain. You may feel so overwhelmed by life that you don’t know how to move forward. If you’re feeling this way this message is for you. You’re being encouraged to start anew, allow yourself to start over. This part of your life has ended, and no longer serves you. You’ll soon find that life is changing to your benefit. You’re entering an entirely new chapter of your life! During this transition please know that you are loved. As you go through this process it’s important that you make plans and assess what your next steps are. It’s time to be focused so you are prepared for the changes coming your way. Trust yourself and your ability to succeed.

extra confirmation: 555, holly berries, feathers

Pile 4:

Cards: 6 of pentacles, king of swords, death, 5 of wands, the hermit | winter oracle

Pile 4, it looks like you need to slow down and take some time for yourself. You’re a very generous person, and you’re often the person that people turn to for help. A lot of people may depend on you in your personal life. You should reevaluate your relationships and consider if these people are deserving of you and your generosity. At this time, you’re entering a period of rebirth. Your life is transforming for the better. This period may be a little rough, I’m seeing some challenges coming your way. The best way to navigate these challenges is by spending time alone. This may be hard, especially if you’re normally surrounded by people. Stand your ground, and focus on you. Keep an eye out for more information that may be revealed to you.

extra confirmation: snow, snakes, smoke

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Thank you for reading! More to come soon.

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westhly · 13 hours ago

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genfrity. chapter 01.

hwang jun-ho x female! reader — squid game

summary ₊✧ you had previously joined the 'squid game' to pay off your debt, when you were given the chance to go back out, unlike the majority you didn't go back to the game and went to the police station to complain about this nonsense. coincidentally on this journey you met a policeman who you will now be with. that two years later you didn't expect you would meet him again and help him and gi-hun's gang to search for the island.

content ₊✧ mentions of blood, deaths, attraction between jun-ho and reader. cooperation. reader has had traumatic experiences. reader staying in a place where crimes are rife. reader is hiding something.

woods₊✧ 4.2k!

Cold dawn. Air smelled of humidity from the rain. In the alleyways of Seoul's Dobong neighborhood, high-rise buildings connected by electric cables, and signs with flashing lights. Your steps were fast. The danger of almost tripping on the wet ground reminded you of the wounds on your knees that were already scabbing over. You could have sworn you still felt the pain. You pulled the zipper of your hoodie up to your nose and looked up at the still rainy sky.

Where were you going, or rather what were you doing? Your mind was replaying the scene of the events over and over again. There were the screams of hundreds of people dying in front of your eyes, their blood splattering on your face, masked men touching you as they changed your clothes, a room that looked like a mental hospital. Worse, those men you didn't know knew everything about you. Where and how did all this happen? In the middle of nowhere. Where there was no one.

You swallowed to pass the lump in your throat. A burning sensation appeared in your eyes. All this was not normal. Especially the unjust killing of people who had joined the game just to pay their debts, their bodies burned and thrown away as if they had never existed. You cursed again that your heart wasn't strong enough to take it all. You could have been one of the dead. You could not remain silent. You couldn't accept such a death.

During the game, everyone was given a choice. You could either continue the game or get the hell out of this place. Without thinking, you chose to press X and leave this place. Even the reason for your debt was shit. You knew what would be waiting for you if you went back to where you were before you joined the game. You even considered staying in the game for a moment, but you knew you couldn't. The votes were tied, and you felt nauseous with nervousness as an old uncle voted for 001. Fortunately, he chose X and everyone left.

About an hour earlier you had been thrown out on the street with a man and woman you didn't recognize by the 'strange' pink attendants in the game. You were blindfolded, feet and hands on the cold ground with no clothes on. At least they could be understanding after what had happened. You were grateful that a woman used her pocket knife to get you out of that situation. You really was. If you hadn't persuaded her to help you in your quarrel with the man next to you two, Seong Gi-hun, you were sure he would have died of cold. Well, he should have been grateful to you too. At least that's what his eyes said.

Your gaze met the police station you had been to several times before. You clutched the game entry card in your pocket and stepped towards the police station. Before entering the door, you looked around. What if one of those masked guys was watching you. You went inside. The sound of the door opening caught the attention of the policeman sitting inside. You walked towards there without thinking.

“I'll make a report. Urgent, please.” Your breathing was ragged because of the cold outside and walking. You rubbed your face with a trembling hand. You began to tell the story, from masked men picking you up in their car, to playing ddakji with a man, to people forcibly playing children's games in the middle of nowhere and brutally slaughtering them when they lost.

But the officer in front of you seemed to find your words too absurd to be true. And as if overwhelmed. “So you're saying that a bunch of weird men gathered hundreds of strangers in a playin field, made them play a game and just shot them to death?”

“Exactly.” You began to stir with the excitement of the moment. “They mercilessly gunned down more than 200 people.”

“What was the game?”

“Red light, Green light.” A few of the officers looked at you strangely. But they seemed interested in the conversation. The sitting officer even thought for a moment that you were drunk. “The children's games? And they shot everyone who got caught?”

Anger mixed with sadness would overtake you. “How many times do i have to tell you?!” As the seated officer straightened in his seat, another cop jumped into the fray. “Miss. So where is this place.” He said it in a mocking way.

“I don't know. T-this.” You were adamant in your complaint. “This is why i came to here-”

“Look. Someone suddenly offered you a ton of money to play some games, so you went. They made you play Red light, Green light and they shot everyone who got caught. But when you said you wanted to leave they let you go. And you don't know what they look like or where this all took place? Am I right?” He scolded you.

You felt ashamed. But you didn't think the cop was wrong. You had no evidence except the invitation. You nodded your head in the affirmative. “Right.”

The cop leaned back and exhaled deeply. “What's your name?”

"(Name Surname)."

He became serious. “If you need help, we can contact a medical institution for you.” He folded his arms. “You using anything?”

That was it. You raised your voice, nudged by the anger you were holding inside. “What do you think I am, a drug user, a liar?” Too many people's lives were at stake, too real to be a lie. And you had come all the way here for their safety and your own, was it for nothing?

You quickly put a business card with a circle, a triangle and a square on one side and a phone number on the other side on the table, clutching it tightly. “This is the business card they gave me.” I kept shouting, “You can call and find out! You'll see.” You blew angrily at the hair sticking to your face.

Aftrer that it was hopeless for you. The cop calls the number and says unconvincingly that he wants to play some games. A woman answers the phone and starts to sound confused. Then she called him a pervert before hanging up. You believed the cop had misdialed. With a grunt of disbelief, you dialed the number again directly on your cell phone, which had almost turned off, but the line was now disconnected.

They'd covered their tracks. And they thought you were out of your mind. great. What could can you do? You had to put it behind you and at the same time do something about the debts you had to pay.

You took one last look at the officers and left the card you didn't think you needed.

When you were about to leave, you hesitated. You noticed a man leaning against the wall right by the door. His eyes were locked on you with interest. He had heard the conversation all along and had memorized it. He had also noticed the business card.

You locked your eyes with that man with the serious expression. A familiar feeling suddenly took over your body. He looked big and tall, with slanted eyes. Was he thinking about you? Was he a cop too? Or was he anyone else? After a longer than usual stare, you pulled your eyes away from him with a look of curiosity. And you left. Thinking you'd never see him again.

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“Why do you need that lunatic's name, Detective Hwang?” Cop asked.

Jun-ho smiled slightly as he took a deep breath. “Well, I caught a glimpse of her. I think she might be an old acquaintance.”

“Really? What was her name?” His face looked like he was trying to remember.

The other police officer jumped into the conversation. “(Name Surname)!”

“Do you know her.” The police officer asked again.

Jun-ho nodded and his eyes lit up in anticipation. “Yes i think so, could you get me her address?” He asked hopefully.

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As the cold water ran down your body, thoughts of the game flooded your mind again. It had happened, it was gone. But there were too many questions to ask. You had entered the game hoping to get out of this place. Maybe you'd go to college or get a real job. Go back with your family. Whatever. You closed your eyes and let the cold water would wash away your thoughts. And the blood on your neck.

The sounds from the nightclub reached your room. The first thing you did after you got out of the shower was to put your clothes on and clean the wounds on your knees. You didn't forget to bandage them so they wouldn't get infected.

You dried your hair in a hurry. You took a painkiller for your head that ached from lack of sleep and what had happened. You couldn't sleep yet, you had to get back downstairs to your work for the day. What a beautiful life. You took a deep breath. You slipped the pocketknife you kept in your drawer for safety into the pocket of your shorts, just in case.

You were stuck where you were when you about the opened door. You blinked your eyes a few times. Maybe from lack of sleep? No, it wasn't. You approached the door and hesitantly held out your hand. To business card stuck in the doorway.

You pick up the card. Different number, same place that they pick up you.

You remembered. The square symbol is the man with the mask. He was babbling about the chance for you to come back. A sarcastic snort escaped your lip. Maybe this could be proof.

You quickly pocketed the card. After one last look around, you went downstairs.

Purple and blue neon lights made the place look like a dizzying sight. You were trying to pass through the sweaty dancing bodies that filled the venue. When you finally reached the drinks section, you hurriedly called out to the barista standing behind the counter. “Is he here?”

“Not yet.” He grinned, leaning his arms on the table. You looked into his eyes curious to hear more. “Don't worry, he didn't notice your absence, he went out of town for two days. He'll be back tomorrow.”

You could only forced a smile. "Cover for me a little longer. I'm sorry I'll be back." You called out before you left.

You slipped out of the crowd and went outside. The rain had started to sprinkle. It bothered you. You had just taken a shower.

The front door of where you lived was the entrance to the nightclub, and the back door was the exit for the people who lived in the hotel. As soon as you got out, you turned right and walked towards the entrance to the street.

Until.

A man was standing there, holding a black umbrella. His footsteps slowly approached you as you walked towards the street. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

"(Name Surname)?"

You frowned. Just before you opened your mouth, he showed you his police badge. You stepped back, a look of concern on your face. Had he found out about this place? Maybe about the work you had to do?

You eyed him carefully. "You recently filed a report at the police station." You tilted your head so he could continue. "That they were kidnapping people to make them play games. And that people were being killed there."

At first you didn't know what to say or how to continue the sentence. You just nodded your head. He believed you, and now he was here. In front of you.

He collected his words and leaned closer. "That business card you had, my brother had the same one." The business card in his back pocket made itself felt. You were sure a lot of people were back in the game now.

"So," you finally said in a quiet but surprised tone. "What are you going to do? Officer." You hesitated to ask the question.

"I have to find my brother." Your eyebrows raised. Oh, so he was on his way to find his brother. You understood. But in this case, if you help him, will the police help you, or will you help the police?

"(Surname). We can help each other." His came closer and stopped right in front of you.

You thought. You would accept it without blinking for the people who died there and maybe even for those who would die. But something inside you created a breaking feeling. You didn't understand what it was.

You always stood up for people, maybe because no one stood up for you? Was that reason bullshit? This opportunity that came your way filled your mind with thoughts.

You looked over your shoulder at the building you lived in. How would you feel if you walked out of this place and started a new chapter? A peaceful life. Maybe it was time to do something for yourself.

"Officer." You called out confidently. Your eyes slowly met his. At least for your own good. "I would like to help you."

"If you promise to help me get out of here," you said.

The rain had already begun to increase in intensity, and you sniffed from the cold as the drops fell on your head.

Did your offer make him back down? No. You both knew that wasn't possible. No matter how determined you were, he was just as determined. You could have sworn that electricity passed through his eyes as the two of you exchanged glances.

He looked at you solemnly and covered his parted lip. He didn't answer, but when he held his umbrella to you in the rain so you wouldn't get wet, you both knew you two were partners now.

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i write to develop my little writing skills, and to get this man the recognition he deserves. also english is not my first language. anyways i just know hot girls love hwang jun-ho 😍

also thanks to @togadoga for idea. i am motivated by your likes guys I hope you liked this mini fic 🥹🙏🏻 there are scenes you will like even more in other episodes, just trust me.

WHAT DID LANA DEL REY SAAYY let's get in the back of your cop car officer.

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jsxjmn · 2 days ago

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— I hope she buys you flowers

pairing: daniela avanzini x fem!reader - megan skiendiel x fem!reader

synopsis: after abandoning you like a lost puppy because she was bored and tired of you, daniela began to realize how much you mean to her.

warning: angst, swearing. men please dni! normal texts is present, small and italic texts are past.

wc: 1.5k

Daniela’s POV

Sitting here alone at our villa while watching the other girls have fun, and there she is, my girl, or should I say Megan's girl. She used to be mine, mine to keep and mine alone, and now she's someone's girl, and all because I was stupid, so stupid to let her go.

"Dani? Are you coming? Y/N's about to blow her cake," Sophia asked me while applying her sunscreen.

my hearts breaks a little when i hear your name~

‘Y/N Isabel Laforteza my leader’s baby sister’

"Uhm, no, I'll probably go to my room; my head's kinda heavy," I said, standing up. Sophia looks at me with her 'I know you're lying' look.

"Dani," she said while putting the sunscreen on her bag, she's about to say something when I cut her off, "Not now, Sophia, I'm not ready," I said. "Not ready? Not ready to what? Face what you used to have?" she said.

"Sophia, please stop!" I said, frustrated. "No, Dani! I'm so done with this; I'm so done with your attitude! you're being unreasonable!" she said, furious.

"I’m unreasonable? Wow! Do you want me to be happy for them? Do you want me to just accept that my band member stole my girlfriend and you guys supported her? You’re the one who’s unreasonable!”

"Are you hearing yourself? No one stole Y/N from you! You broke her and left her like a puppy! And I’m unreasonable? You left my sister, Daniela, not just anyone but my sister! And I’m here trying to set aside everything that you’ve done to my sister just for this fucking group! So don’t tell me that I’m unreasonable when I’m here trying my best to be your leader when God knows how much I want to murder you right now, so do what you want! Go to your room and be the selfish bitch you are; I’m done with you!" she said and left.

“Sophia, I'm sorry” I tried saying, but she slams the door. ‘Nice one, , Dani. You’re such a great fucking bitch.’

That I should've bought you flowers and held your hand ~

“Dani? Can you please buy me some roses? I really love them” Y/N said while looking at the flower shop near the park. “What? No! They’ll die anyway; I don’t want to waste my money,” I said while looking at my phone, not even glancing at her. “Oh, okay, sorry,” she said.

We walk at the park for a while when I felt her hand holding mine. “What are you doing? ” i asked while pulling my hands “i uhm, i just want to hold your hands” she said looking down

“Are you hearing yourself? You act like you’re not Sophia’s sister! What if someone saw us? I don’t want to be involved in a dating scandal, Y/N” I said furiously and walked away without even looking back.

“Dani, i’m sorry” i heard her but i just ignored her

“Happy birthday, baby!” Megan said and kissed Y/N’s cheeks,

“You guys are so disgustingly sweet! ”Lara said, “Please, Megan, stop kissing my sister in front of me!” Sophia said, pulling Y/N away from Megan,

“You’re such a cock blocker, Ate!” Y/N said, rolling her eyes, “Then stop kissing in front of me! ”Sophia said, “I’m just happy, okay? She bought me flowers; no one has done it before” Y/N said mumbling the last part.

“Dani? Can you please buy me some roses? I really love them”

“I bought you flowers for your graduation. ”Sophia complained, “That's different” Y/N said. “Yes, Sophia, it's different; you're so old” Lara said, making the rest laugh. “I am not! ” Sophia said earning a giggle from Y/N

“Yes you are, so if you excuse me, i want to hold my girlfriend’s hand” Megan said pulling Y/N

“I, um, I just want to hold your hands.”

“Are you hearing yourself? You act like you’re not Sophia’s sister! What if someone saw us? I don’t want to be involved in a dating scandal, Y/N”

‘She looks so happy, not the same way when she’s with me. I really messed up, huh?’

Now I'll never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh and that haunts me every time I close my eyes~

“Y/N, let’s break up. I’m so tired, and I’m bored of this relationship,” I said, looking at Y/N.

“What? You’re joking, right? It’s not a good joke, Dani,” she said, looking confused.

“I’m not; I’m done with us,” I said and walked away.

“Dani, please! Let’s talk!” She begged while following me, and I just walked towards my car. “Dani, please! You don’t mean that! Let’s fix this, please! I’ll do anything!” She begged , but I just went inside my car and left, leaving her there. Like a puppy.

*72 missed calls from Bae

*5 missed calls from our leader

*9 missed calls from Megan

“You guys did so well!” Y/N said while hugging Yoonchae, We just finished our MAMA performance.

“Really? Did you take some video?”Yoonchae asked, “You bet she did; she probably has a Megan fan cam on her phone” Lara said.

“Hey! I have some of you guys, meanie” Y/N said, pouting, ‘cute’

“Hey! Stop bullying my girlfriend. If you guys want a fan cam of yours, find yourself a partner and leave my woman alone” Megan said, pulling Y/N.

‘I have a partner; she used to be. I used to have those fan cams.’

Now my baby's dancin', but she's dancin' with another man~

ding dong~

“Dani, can you open the door, please?” Sophia said. “Okay,” I said, and I walked towards the door. I opened the door and saw Y/N.

After 2 months of not seeing her and not hearing anything from her, she’s here standing in front of me.

“What are you doing here? I told you we’re done,” I said. I’m about to close the door when I heard Megan, “Sophia, is that Y/N? ”Megan asked Sophia, “I don’t know; Dani opened the door! ” Sophia shouted from the kitchen.

“Well, as you can see, Daniela. I’m not here for you,” she said. I was about to say something when Megan ran towards the door, not even glancing at me. “Y/N! You’re here so early. You said you’d pick me up at 6:30, and it’s only 6. The reservation was 7, right? Did i read it wrong? ”Megan asked, panicking,

“You didn't read it wrong, Megan; I was just excited for our date, so I’m here, and I want to go somewhere before we go to the restaurant,” Y/N said, giggling.

‘Date??’

“Okay, let’s go. Sophia, we’re leaving” Megan shouted. “Okay! Be safe; take care of my sister! ” Sophia shouted; Megan and Y/N just left like I wasn't there.

I closed the door and walked towards me and Manon’s room while thinking about what I heard: ‘date? They’re going on a date?’

“You look like someone who has seen a ghost,” Manon said, laughing. “They’re going on a date,” I said. “who? ”Manon asked, “Megan and Y/N” I said. “Oh, um, yeah” Manon said, making me look at her in disbelief.

“You knew? You fucking knew?”I asked Mad, “Well, everyone of us knew. They’ve been talking for a month now,” she said, not even looking at me, just focused on her phone.

“Are you guys fucking serious?”I asked, “Yeah, and I don’t see any problem with that” she said, glaring at me. “She’s my fucking ex. ”I said, “and? ”Manon asked, closing her phone, “She’s my ex, and you let her date Megan?'What the fuck is wrong with you all??”I shouted at her.

“What’s going on?”Lara asked confused while entering our room. “You guys happened. You fucking let my ex date my bandmate and didn't even tell me! ”I shouted at the both of them, “Hold on! Who the hell do you think you are for us to tell you everything? You’re just her ex!” Lara said and walked towards me.

“What’s going on here? I heard someone shouting. ” Sophia entered the room while Yoonchae walked behind her.

“Well, Dani here is mad because we did not tell her about your sister and Megan! ”Lara said, “Why would we tell you? You didn't even tell my sister a reasonable reason when you left her; do you think you still have a right to know about it? ”Sophia said, looking at me in disbelief.

“Wow? So you’re teaming up now?”I said, laughing, “We're not; we just happened to use our brains, not like you! Who just left my sister in the park without any explanation, and now you’re mad because we did not tell you about her and Megan?” Sophia walks toward me. “Listen here, Daniela. Stay fucking away from my sister” Sophia said before walking out of the room, followed by the rest.

“Daniela, can we talk?”Y/N asked, “Of course” I said, and she sat in front of me.

“I just want to thank you,” she said, making me confused. “What do you mean? I didn't do anything” i asked confused

“Exactly, that’s why I’m thanking you. Thank you for abandoning me, because if you didn’t, I wouldn't be with Megan, right now. I won’t be happy the same way I am now, so thank you” she said before standing up.

“I’m too late, huh? ”I asked, she looks at me before smiling, “You’re far from being late, you’re done” she said before leaving me, leaving me the same way I did.

Oh, I know I'm probably much too late To try and apologize for my mistakes

tags: @cwpiqwon

#~jsxjmn zavie #—zavie’s work #katseye x reader #katseye #daniela avanzini #megan skiendiel #daniela avanzini x reader #megan skiendiel x reader #wlw #Spotify #megan x reader #daniela x reader

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 2 days ago

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Hhheyyy... For the ask game, may I request these three for Leona?

sun flower, red chrysanthemums and anemone :]

Leona Kingscholar:

🌻anemone: how would they react if their s/o is sick?

Leona has to sigh about it, knowing you’d always be trouble and that it’s exactly what he signed up for. He doesn’t do most things himself, he’ll have others fetch you medicine or the necessary nutrients to help your illness, but he never strays far from your side. You think it’s amusing that he seems more restless than normal, unable to even nap like he normally would. It’s a hassle but, as he says, you’re needy and he couldn’t just leave you be.

🌻red chrysanthemums: how long does it take for them to say ‘i love you’?

Leona has always been a man who bides his time. He watches carefully, almost too cautiously for someone like him, as if it wouldn’t be an exciting achievement to catch the eye of a prince. Yet there’s still a nagging feeling, mostly silent, hardly acknowledged but acknowledged none-the-less, that told him you might not feel the same. That he might see you hesitate to say it back, or you lie (which he could see right through, he knew all your tells at this point). It’s said when you’re alone on a cool quiet night, enjoying each other’s company, on the brink of the most comfortable sleep of your life—perhaps it was the sleep muddling his brain that finally stopped him from overthinking, simply saying what was on his mind and accepting the consequences no matter what they are.

🌻sunflower: how would they confess their feelings to their crush?

Leona left you with such a flurry of emotions you don’t even know if he confessed, if the words ‘I like you’ or ‘I love you’ ever left his mouth, but he always managed to get his point across. There’s a fondness in his smirk, even if the outside world might see it as smugness, and the closing distance between you left your heart thumping hard in your chest. He was teasing you, of course, but it was rare to see him relaxed, just as rare as getting an honest emotion out of him.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Leona Kingscholar #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Plant Meme

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vmlnrzmp4 · 3 days ago

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the last time sae fought with you was long back. just like every couple. it happens, as it sometimes does. nothing surprising, nothing unhealthy.

this afternoon stood different, however. as he halted himself mid way, incase the passive-aggressive tones would escalate into yellings or more or worse.

now as he was zoned out at the grocery store. the elderly cashier, who was intently scanning items at her register, she likely wouldn't pass judgement on him. it was late, after all, and the store was relatively quiet.

with this moment of quiet, he allowed himself to ponder the fight that occurred. and he realises that he did the right to halt his words midway. he's glad he shut his mouth. he knows he should do it often.

despite the painful awkward silence that lingered in the afternoon—all due to his mistake—he considers himself lucky. as you, still accepted a kiss on the cheek before he stepped out, and this memory quickly pushed away the recollection of the fight from his mind.

his thoughts now dwelled on this brief, tender moment with you, and he yearned for more. he wanted to kiss you more. everywhere his lips desired.

as if someone slapped him to consciousness, he shakes his head, adjusting the cap on properly. like any typical boyfriend, he grabs the snacks you like. some new ones in stock he assumes you would like. and the condoms he had been starting at subconsciously for the past few minutes. if maybe not an apology or snacks, there's gotta be a third way or more to woo you.

your initial response after seeing the bag with snacks was to reach out and grab them. your attempt to do so prevented by sae who swiftly moved the bag out of your reach. telling you to at least let him in first and that the bag may or may not be heavy for you to carry.

gently giving your head a little bonk—which you initially got annoyed at, not knowing it was a little excuse for him to have your undivided attention—before taking his shoes off and stepping in.

he places the bags on the kitchen table, you immediately grabbing onto the snacks you desired. sae questioned you if you're heading to bed, noticing you wearing comfy clothes, not forgetting to notice them looking undeniably cozy, just perfect for snuggling.

and you told him you, were indeed heading to bed, as you set your desired snacks aside and helped placing the other once in their respective places. placing the energy drinks in the fridge, completely ignoring when sae nagged at you about you skipping dinner.

it was his time to ignore you when you kept telling him not to order food. his phone snatched right after he dialed three digits.

it was his turn to get annoyed as well, grabbing onto your wrist tightly and pulling you closer. his mind diving into the gutter deeper if possible.

just a little closer and he'd have the kiss he yearned.

and you waited for it too, half out of anxiety and half out of—cause maybe you yearned to give him the affection that he craved for so long.

but instead, he simply snatches his phone back, keeping in mind to not cross the boundaries. but he's a bit selfish too. still holding onto your wrist and keeping you closer. until distraction in the form of the pack of condoms fall from the bag.

you're not looking at him, he's doesn't really have more courage to keep staring at you. but he already assumed what you might be thinking. he assumed you were thinking of his audacity to...

you shove him away. grabbing onto the two chocolate bars as you head to the bedroom while sae reminds he's still gonna order food. and he lets out the most heart-wrenching sigh any living creature has ever made.

sae sees you eating the chocolate bars while being in the bed. considering if he should nag at you or make a lame joke about getting ants in the bed. he decides to shut up instead. thinking that yeah, that's probably the better thing to do.

you're already lying on your side when sae plops on the bed beside you. putting an arm around your waist as he pulls you in closer, he apologizes. yes. itoshi sae says sorry. you let out a deep breath, him feeling you resisting the urge to push his hand away.

he makes you turn to face him. his voice seeming much bold and stricter only for him to go dead silent when you do so.

eyes shamlessly falling onto your lips. and oh how he wanted to have those handsy make-out sessions. which were pretty rare, only making his mind wander even more with other naughty possibilities.

he takes your hand in his instead. kissing on the cold knuckles as says sorry again. placing more kisses on your fingertips while repeatedly apologizing.

and the soft features you had on while looking at him soon turned into annoyed once. yet again. as you scold him. pointing all the mistakes he made. which he only agrees with, repeating that he knows. he knows.

"i know. and im sorry. can i kiss you now?"

and you give in. telling him yes but man the time wasn't on his side. and the doorbell with the awaiting delicious meal never sounded more frustrating.

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hvnlygrl · 1 day ago

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jj and his gf who has really bad sensory problems, especially at night when they're going to sleep her shirt always bothers her and she gets so fusturated but jj always knows what to do for her

or with loud noises!!! i feel like he'd be the type to practically whisper you to sleep at night because he knows sometimes all the noise is just way too overwhelming

it’s all too much (can’t get enough).

pairing — jj maybank x fem!reader

word count — 1.7k

warnings — overstimulated reader, reader has a panic attack, fluff, super comforting jj, talk of diagnoses and doctors, mentions of throw-up. hurt/comfort.

synopsis — when everything gets to be too much for you, jj becomes the only thing you can stand, and the one thing you crave more than anything.

notes — this is such a wonderful request as someone who struggles with this on a regular basis and relies on my own bf to calm me down and be my peace and my center to ground myself. i love this sm! i hope you enjoy <3

you weren’t sure when it started; the constant overwhelming feelings that consumed nearly every waking moment you had throughout the day. one doctor said it was normal for a girl your age, especially given the things you’d been through, another said that it was due to an anxiety disorder, and one (though you knew this one was totally full of shit) tried to blame it on obsessive compulsive disorder with a hint of autism.

you had no clue when it got this bad, but you knew that it was reaching the point of becoming unbearable. being in crowds, or anywhere where the background noise was louder than the noise in your mind, made you feel like you needed to puke. clothes that were too tight or too loose, too coarse or too soft, too thick or too thin, drove you nearly to the brink of insanity. it was, as you described it, as if you were completely uncomfortable in your own body at all times.

hearing people hum, sing, tap, or breathe drove you up a wall, and that was on your best day. it was the thing you hated most about yourself, honestly. you hated that you were so easily agitated, and that you couldn’t help the outbursts that came with it.

throughout your school years, as it worsened, you lost friends one by one, until all that was left were the pogues and your boyfriend, jj. not like you needed anything more than them, but still.

you had no idea how jj could put up with you being this way, especially for so long, but you were extremely grateful for him. part of you, deep down inside your heart, was petrified that one day he would have enough and realize that he could do so much better, but for now you were willing to bask in each and every moment you got to have with him.

jj, however, felt the same way about you; he was terrified that you’d wake up one day and realize how broken he was and how unfixable his soul would forever be.

you were both idiots, admittedly, because each and every one of the pogues could tell just from the way that you looked at each other in docile moments that there was absolutely nothing either of you would take in place of the other.

since your relationship started with jj, your anxiety got significantly better, with fewer outbursts and a generally happier state of being becoming your new normal. he grounded you to reality, kept you sane and helped you accept yourself for what you truly were. with jj, you never had to hide anything, never had to mask any emotions or thoughts (no matter how dark or upsetting they may be). you knew he would never judge you for anything you felt or thought, having dealt with his own fair share of breakdowns during his time alive.

when you were crying to the point of hyperventilating over your crop top shirt being too constricting, he would give you his flannel to change into. when your shoes became too tight around your toes, he would pull your favorite slippers from his bag. when your food was too slimy or too crunchy, he’d swap dishes with you. anything to keep you happy, and anything to let you have as close to a normal experience as possible.

jj was a saint, truly. everything he did, he did through his love for you, never once questioning whatever was bothering you, simply just finding the best fix or alternative to calm you back down. it was beautiful.

however, as much as jj could do, he couldn’t always fix the problem. some things were still too far beyond anything he could ever understand, and in those cases, he would just hold you, doing his best to keep you contained and feeling as safe and comforted as possible.

panic attacks were nothing new to you, a weekly occurrence since you were a small child. they stemmed from severe ptsd from your childhood, you knew that. that knowledge felt like it should be enough to be able to push through them when they happened, but it never was.

a sharp pain in your chest, your internal temperature reaching record-breaking highs, your head spinning and full of loud disturbing thoughts, your breathing becoming erratic and your body trembling. you felt like you were going to puke and pass out all at the same time.

the first time it happened around jj, he thought he was going to have to bring you to the hospital or call an ambulance.

the two of you had gotten into a slight, meaningless disagreement over something completely irrelevant. he got a little too loud and before you knew it you had a hand clutching your heart, panting like a dog at the park as you backed as far into the nearest corner as you could. the walls shifted around you, inching closer and closer with every rapid breath you took. you tried to take deeper breaths, attempting to slow your heart before it exploded in your chest, but you couldn’t. you began crying, eyes wide with a thousand yard stare, seeing everything and nothing all at once.

jj watched you for a moment, in terror as he panicked, completely unaware of what was happening or what he should or could do about it. “y/n? what’s happening, baby?”

“i-i-” you struggled to catch a breath that would reach your lungs, “i can’t-”

“are you-what do i do?” he moves toward you, hands extended out warily, “what can i do, baby?”

you turned your head up toward the sky as you slid down the wall until you reached the floor. your eyes were pinched shut, as tight as you could get them, as if that would be enough to throw you back to reality. your arms wrapped around your knees tightly, one hand gripping the other as they wrung themselves together. “water,” it was a whisper, your vision full of black spots when you opened your eyes. this one was particularly bad for some reason, bringing you to the verge of passing out. “please.”

“water,” jj repeats, immediately jumping at the opportunity to help you, “uh, uh,” he searches frantically for a cup from the cabinet, realizing that all of the cups are dirty in the dishwasher, “shit!” he goes to wash one before remembering that you had put a few bottles to cool in the fridge when you’d gotten home earlier that day. “stupid,” he cusses at himself as he sprints to the fridge, rummaging through it until he finds one, perfectly chilled just for you.

he returns, finding you taking deep breaths while humming to yourself softly. it’s rhythmic, though a song he’s never heard before. it’s the song your dad hummed to you when you had the same attacks as a child, he’d hold you, placing a cold washcloth on the back of your neck as he hummed, telling you to rub at the inside of your palms softly to the rhythm. it was an old trick his own mother had done for him when he was a child, and it worked like a charm for you most of the time.

jj returns with the water, moving slower when he approached you, “i got your water, baby,” he speaks softly, his voice tender yet still slightly panicked. “can i get you anything else? do you want a hug or-”

“can you get me a washcloth, please?”

he nods and immediately moves toward the bathroom.

“wet it with cold water,” you call out to him, just loud enough for him to hear it.

jj follows the instructions, wringing it out in the sink before bringing it back to you. he sits on the floor next to you, mimicking your pose as he watches you intently.

you take a sip from the bottle before you drop your forehead to rest on the tops of your knees, the washcloth resting on the back of your neck. you continue taking deep breaths as you hum the tune once more, drawing shapes and massaging the insides of your palms.

after a few minutes, your breathing returns back to normal, your heart rate dropping back to an acceptable rate again. once you feel alright, you turn to look at jj, his concerned blue eyes tugging at your heart.

“are you okay? did i do something? i’m so sorry-”

“it was a panic attack,” your voice is soft, filled with shame as your gaze flutters between his eyes and his necklace. “i get them a lot. sorry you had to deal with that.”

“no, no don’t be sorry,” he places a ringed hand on your shoulder, “that wasn’t your fault, baby, don’t be ashamed of that. i’m just glad i could help you. i know what to do for next time, don’t even worry about it, okay? i was just really worried about you.”

“i know, i’m okay now though,” you nod, your heart warming at his words, “thanks for taking care of me.”

“of course, y/n,” he scoots closer to you, letting you rest your head against his shoulder, “you’re my girl, i’ll always be here to take care of you, babe.”

you smile, though he can't see it, “i love you, jj.”

“i love you, y/n,” he repeats, placing a tender kiss to the top of your head. “anything else i can do for you?”

“i could use a nap,” you huff softly, “that took a lot out of me.”

“yea, i’m sure it did,” he affirms, “let’s go take a nap then.”

jj helps you up from the floor, an arm slung over your shoulders as you both make your way down the hallway and into the bedroom. he pulls back the covers for you, turns the fan on, and the lights off. he even brings your water that you forgot to grab from the living room and places it on your nightstand.

jj slides into the bed beside you, allowing you to get comfortable on his chest as he lies on his back. he rubs a hand on your back, humming the tune you sung earlier softly, putting you right to sleep. he silently prays that you’ll rest as much as you deserve, and that for as long as you’ll have him, he’ll be able to help you more than he could today. he also vows to never be the reason you feel like that again if he can help it.

-> back to masterlist

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revelboo · 7 hours ago

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An update on Alcohol Eyes or L.G Fuad, please 🙏🙏🙏?? Your writing gives me life!!♡

Sure!

L.G. Fuad Pt 7

Tarn x Reader

• They're staring at you, not listening. Knows it and ignores it, servos sliding down your spine where you're sprawled on your belly against his arm sleeping. Can feel your little heart beating against him as he runs down the intel on the next target on their list. And so what if he enjoys the warmth of you against him? His optics glaring out from behind his mask, daring any of them to say a word about you. His own attention dipping when you kick out a leg to slide against him with a little sound. "Any questions?" He growls, venting when Helix raises a hand. "That aren't about the organic." That hand lowers. "Good. Go."

• Watching them go, he waits until he's sure they're long gone, before gently lifting you. Almost smiling when you make a pitiful sound of protest and blink up at him. He's not sure if it's from Nickel's accidental poisoning or if you just sleep a lot, but you're warm and soft against him. "Work to do, Hyoo-min," he says, carrying you down the hall to his quarters and depositing you on his berth with your blanket, listening to you chatter unhappily at him. Pretends you're worried about him, not just upset at losing his warmth. "Behave and guard the ship," he mutters jokingly, reaching to rub a servo against your head to make you duck and fuss at him.

• Yawning, you pull your blanket up around yourself. Have no idea what it is he does, only that he comes back with glowing stuff spattered all over him sometimes. Whatever he's doing is messy. You're not sure how long he's gone, there's no way to gauge time. There's a window in his habsuite that gives you an unsettling view of empty space spangled with stars. It had been gorgeous for all of five minutes before it had started scaring you, brain wondering how thick the walls of the ship are. How much is between you and oblivion. Now you pretty much keep your back to that window and pretend it away.

• Stopping by medbay, he accepts a batch of tiny gray bars from Nickel for you and pretends to not notice when the much smaller femme smirks at him. You're still her pet. Not his. He's just socializing you. That's it. You're awake when he enters his habsuite, head lifting and baring your little teeth at him in your eerily Cybertonian smile. Though, for all he knows, it's a threat display to your kind and not friendly at all. Knows the klik you spot the little bars, smile fading as you stand and retreat a step. Venting, his optics narrow. "There's nowhere to go and you're going to eat, pet."

• Absolutely not. You're eating anymore of those things and then throwing up for hours. Pointing at them, you shake your head at him. "I'm not eating those." Swearing when he puts a knee on the berth and reaches for you to send you running to the far side only to realize there's nowhere to go. "No! Don't you dare!" Servos snag you as he grumbles and sits down, keeping a grip on you so you can't escape. Gritting your teeth when he offers a bar pinched between two servos, you twist your head away. Try to slap it out of his hand and he growls at you. Well, at least you're both mad now.

• Trying to force you to take a bite, as you struggle and kick, it stops being amusing as soon as you kick a bar out of his servos and he has to grab another. You actually think you'll get your way if you're dramatic? "You can't just starve," he growls, trying to pin your squirming form without hurting you, but you're so little and fragile. Finally giving up and mass shifting to startle a scream from you and he takes advantage and shoves the bar in your mouth. Feeling guilty when you sputter and cough, eyes watering and furious.

#transformers x reader #tarn x reader #mtmte tarn

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 2 days ago

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THE OTHER WOMAN.

pairing. single dad tangerine x fem reader — angst word count. 1954 summary. you feel like the other woman in your relationship with tangerine, questioning whether he’ll ever see you in the same light as his past love. his daughters big feeling about the topic make the situation all the more challenging

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Unwanted. That’s the only feeling you could really identify around Tangerine’s daughter, Mandy. Her harsh, hateful eyes like that of a warning, a silent message to you and you only that you weren’t welcome. The expressions she wears are a spitting image of her father’s, stares and glares always seeming to scope you out of every room — making sure you know your place. Everything about Tangerine miniaturised into a ten-year-old girl.

The near eleven months of being in her and Tangerine’s life never seemed to get any easier. And with as much time as you’ve spent with her, you’d have thought she’d take to you by now. But still, she hasn’t.

You wanted to prove yourself to her without being fearful of the response, show her your fun and whimsy. Show the parts you hide around her. So today, you offered to pick her up from school — to save Tangerine another job between his forever extensive list of errands.

And so you stood near the school gate, a mini bag of her favourite animal chocolate biscuits in your hand to surprise her — the fingers of your other hand fidgeting anxiously, waiting for the flood kids to exit their six-hour-imprisonment. And then you spot her, her smile bright and bold as he skips with her friends, their book bags swinging with their jumps. All personality dissipating the moment she locks eyes with you through the metal fencing.

She parts from her friends, her features straightening as she walks towards you.

“Where’s my dad?” she asks, looking around.

“He got caught up with the food shop so I offered to get you,” you smile down to her, trying to ease her. “Hope that’s okay.”

She sighs, the sound disappointed.

“I brought these for you,” you extend your hand, offering her the small purple packet.

But she declines, her face like that of disgust as she stares at it. “I want my dad.”

“Of course,” you nod and shove the packet into your bag. “Let’s get you home, yeah?” you offer a weak smile, nodding her along to the car park.

The drive home is quiet, your questions going unanswered and ignored as she stares out the window – trying to pretend you weren’t there. Your attempts of offering friendship turned away like all your others over the last several months. You wanted to feel accepted, feel welcome. But the looks she’d give you were often similar to disappointment. Disappointment that you’re ‘the replacement.’

You pull onto the pebble drive of Tangerine’s house and park beside his car. As soon as it stills, Mandy is getting out, slamming the door behind her and running off towards the house. You give yourself a brief moment to collect yourself, trying to calm your breathing as not to cry. And so you follow after her, getting closer to shouting and screaming inside the house.

The last you caught of the spat being from the very angry, very sad little girl. “I hate you. I hate her.” The sound of heavy footsteps following as they storm up the stairs.

You poke your head into the front door, spotting Tangerine at the bottom of the stairs raking through his hair — trying to calm himself as he looks at a family photo frame on the wall. One with his wife and infant baby daughter. He swears under his breath and kicks at the pair of shoes in front of him, knocking them against the wall.

“Hi,” you say quietly, watching him as you close the door behind you.

He turns to face you, startled. “God,” he utters, holding his heart.

“You okay?” you ask.

He inhales deeply and nods, the act like he’s trying to calm himself.

“I’m sorry,” you apologise, features sympathetic as you gesture upstairs.

“Ain’t your fault,” he shakes his head, trying to reassure you. “It’s just a lot for her, that’s all.”

“I don’t think she’ll ever like me,” you laugh weakly, the sound like that of discomfort rather than humour. “I’ve been around nearly a year,” you prompt, avoiding his eyes.

He paces towards you and lays a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you through the very obvious hurt you’re both feeling. “To her, it just happened, you know?” he says, words soft as he presses a kiss to your temple. “I lost my mum young, too. It’s gonna take her a while to come around… and when she’s ready, we’ll be there,” he pauses to look at you. “Both of us.”

You lean into him, nuzzling your head against his briefly. “I know,” you exhale unsteadily, trying to ease yourself. “It’s just hard,” you murmur, eyes focused on a wedding photo portrait on the side table. “I feel like I’m inserting myself.”

“You’re not,” he reassures, hand reaching for yours. “You’re not. I promise you’re not.”

You feel the cold brush of metal from his left hand and you glance down to your hand enveloped in his — looking at the wedding band he still wears even two years later. The ring an act of promise from his old love.

You shake your hand from his hold, retracting it from him. It all begins to feel like too much and you want to back up, but you’re already against the door as it is.

“I think I should go home.”

“No,” Tangerine says softly, head shaking sternly as if to enforce his words.

“She doesn’t want me here,” your eyebrows sadly furrow, curving in the middle. “And I—”

“I do,” he interrupts, a downcast expression mirroring yours. “I want you here. I do,” he reaches for your hand again, and this time you don’t pull away. “She’s struggling, yeah, but so am I.”

“I know,” you whisper, pulsing him with a squeeze. “I know you are,” you release his hand and wrap your arms around him, pulling him for a hug. The embrace warm and safe, the act a physical testament of your support.

He rests his forehead in the crook of your neck, burying his face into your comfort. You hear a soft sniffle and you hold a hand over the back of his head, trying to protect him from his grief. You simultaneously run a line down his back, soothing and smoothing him — keeping him aware of your presence.

The tender moment is cut short when the pair of you hear a loud clatter from upstairs, the sound coming from Mandy’s room. He parts from you and rushes up the steps and you follow closely behind.

“Mand!” Tangerine shouts out, barging into his daughter's room. She’s on the floor, a bunch of books and toys scattered around her. “Fuckin’ hell,” he pants, making his way closer to his little girl. “What have I told you about climbing?” he shakes his head, clearly pissed by her rebelion. “Could’ve really hurt yourself. What are you playing at?”

“I was trying to get something,” she looks at the bookshelf ahead, gesturing to a box.

You follow her eyeline from your spot in the doorframe, noticing a tiny pink floral box. You step into her room cautiously and reach for the trinket, holding it carefully as you get closer to Mandy and Tangerine — kneeling beside them.

“It’s so pretty,” you say quietly, marvelling at its detail.

“It’s mums,” she responds and takes the box from your hold, her far smaller hands brushing over yours. “It’s her favourite.”

You turn to look at Tangerine as he watches his daughter, his eyes glued to the box Mandy’s holding.

“It plays music,” she states, her face lighting up.

“It does?” you ask, features mirroring hers. “What does it sound like?”

Excitement. A newfound feeling you felt around Tangerine’s daughter.

“Am I allowed to play it, daddy?” Mandy asks, looking up at him.

“Of course, poppet,” he nods, smoothing over her curls that match his. “You can play it.”

She opens the little wooden box and twists the handle at the side, letting the gentle classical tune play. With Mandy’s attention captivated, you reach a hand to Tangerine behind her back, comforting him — the sound sure to flood his brain with past memories. He looks over to you, eyes soft and slightly red as he acknowledges you, trying to show his appreciation.

The music lowers to a quiet lull until it stops completely.

“I can see why it’s her favourite,” you say, looking down at her — watching her smile grow wider. “It’s beautiful.”

“She gave it to me, didn’t she, dad?”

He chuckles weakly as he leans forward to kiss her forehead, skimming her hair line. “She did, darlin’.”

“Daddy said it was hers when she was little like me,” she speaks to you, maintaining eye contact like she's never done before.

“That’s right,” Tangerine smiles at his daughter. “She told you to keep it safe, didn’t she?” he rhetorically asks, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Yeah,” she smiles, the expression spreading across her sweet, little face.

“Want me to pop it somewhere safe?” he asks, gesturing to the small keepsake.

Mandy nods and passes Tangerine the trinket, her hold gentle as she transfers it into her dad’s far larger hold. He lets go of your hand as he stands, getting up from his crouched position with a groan. Tangerine walks towards the bookshelf and turns around, like an idea suddenly arose in his mind.

“Say,” he starts, meeting both of your gazes. “What would you say about having company for dinner, Mands?”

“It depends what we have,” she jokes, voice mischievous like that of a younger Tangerine — she really is her father’s daughter.

“How about,” you draw out as you twist to face her, tapping your chin like you were pretending to think.

“Waffles,” she interrupts.

“Waffles?” you repeat, tone dramatised. “I was thinking more worms and ear wax.”

She laughs as she repeats your suggestion, shaking her head as she does so.

“Wanna know what I had in mind?” Tangerine chimes in, joining the pair of you on the floor. He waits a beat before continuing. “Toenail soup.”

Mandy turns to look at you and laughs. The noise genuine and sincere as she finds amusement in your company.

“Are you staying?” she questions, looking between you and her dad.

“Not if we’re having toenail soup,” you joke and shake your head. “Only if you want me here.”

She keeps her eyes on her father, nodding subtly at him as if she’s suddenly grown shy.

“She does,” Tangerine speaks for his girl, his arms opening up for her as she bashfully knocks her head into his chest. “I think she also wants to say something else, ain’t that right, Mands?” he prompts, patting her on the back. “Something beginning with ‘s’?”

She mumbles and groans faintly. “Sorry I was mean,” she mutters, hiding.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you say softly, laying a gentle hand on her back below Tan’s. “Change isn’t easy— I struggle with it too. And what you’re going through is such a big thing— such a big change. But me and your dad are both here, okay? And I… and I love you both and I want to be there for each of you.”

Tangerine reaches for your hand with his spare, left one, giving it a squeeze as if to show his gratitude — his appreciation for your patience and support. You return the act with one of your own, pulsing his hand and interlocking with his fingers. You look down to your hand, noticing the absence of a gold band on his ring finger.

He’s always been good at stashing things in his pockets.

There will still be space in his heart for his lost love, but now, he’s just making more room for you.

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#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine angst #tangerine bullet train #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine fic #dad tangerine #tangerine x you #tangerine x fem!reader

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fatherfushiguro · 2 days ago

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juno, you know! || geto suguru x superstar!reader (not proofread lolz)

it hadn't set in for geto that he'd be seeing you up close and personal in just a few minutes. he managed to keep up his nonchalant facade throughout the car ride as shoko and gojo serenaded him. he told them he's only going because gojo went out of his way and bought him a ticket; he didn't actually care to be there or whatever. hes standing with gojo and shoko in the merch line, he glances around while they bicker about the prices.

"you suree you dont want a shirt geto? im paying!" gojo teases geto while shoko chooses out her merch, geto scoffs like hes actually offended "m not interested in this over-hyped one hit wonder" crossing his arms before taking a peek at the merch.

his eyes widen at the suggestive pictures printed onto the shirts. the other merch at the stand is lined with subtle, vulgar phrases, which honestly isnt surprising considering how lewd you and your songs are. despite telling gojo he wasnt interested, he made a mental note to order your merch as soon as he got home tonight.

gojo damn near howls at his new merch, holding it up while they walk into the stadium. every advertisment leading up to the entrance had your face plastered onto it, he enjoys it silently, hoping nobody notices.

everyone in the stadium is on the edge of their seats with anticipation, watching enticing pictures + videos of you flash by. it doesnt take long before the whole stage goes black and the sound of a record starting up plays.

a montage of you in black and white is portrayed, the clips of you play in a seductive manner meant to grab the audiences attention, it goes on for awhile before the main screen divides down the middle to reveal you in a white lace bodysuit with white lace tights. you were laying on a rather vast, heavily decorated soft pink bed with more decorative pillow than what was considered normal.

the stage set up was nothing short of alluring. you lied on your stomach with your legs up behind you kicking them playfully, singing into an old school telephone before getting up and dancing along with your backup dancers.

geto stared, astonished at how close you are. the whole stadium roared out your name and rumbled with excitment. gojo is going absolutely nuts, losing his voice and singing his heart out.

geto cant help but feel like this is a fever dream, not that he's complaining. although, he can feel his facade crumbling as he cant help but stare at you, just a few mere feet away from him.

his jaw is dropped, and your body is on display like a porcelain doll. you move with such care and precision, almost all of your moves are calculated. everyone around him is enjoying the concert joyfully, but he is so stubborn keeping up his act to appease his mind and tell himself that he's not enjoying this.

you walk down the stage's runway during the extended intro of your third song. interacting with smiling faces and waving hands, recording a few videos and accepting thrown gifts.

you're catwalking so smoothly down the pink-glittered runway, it's all smiles around and everything is going absolutely peachy, that is until you notice an emotionless stare in the crowd. it kinda breaks the effect and your ego. you're so used to people flashing teeth at you, so this is completely unprecedented.

you signal for the mixer behind the stage to keep playing the extended intro while you deal with this.. problem. pouting before putting your hands on your hips and bending down towards this charming, "nonchalant" stranger.

bringing the mic up to your lips before speaking "hm, you there point, are you not having fun?" your voice echoes through the dome and through his head, bringing the mic to his face as the crowd is questioning who youre talking to before the jumbotron has geto's face on it. he may have his perfected poker face on but the blush on this face is a telltale sign. your hair is flowing in the soft artificial wind of shibuya's dome, seducing eyes looking right at geto. his mind is running 13 million thoughts every second he gazes at your face. he's absolutely enamored as he stares back at you that he almost forgets to answer you. "not really" he spits his words out. you straighten up and pout once more "aweee, okay' well i hope you enjoy this next song. im dedicatin' this to you" you flash him a smile and a wink as the lyrics start. the crowd is jumping with life as it starts.

"oh, i leave quite an impression.."

geto, gojo and shoko are straight up flabbergasted. gojo turns to geto with a deranged smile, "suguru. m' forsure beating your ass in the parking lot after this watch out." shoko seconds that but geto's mind is somewhere else, he can't even focus after that encounter. his heart is racing and his face is covered in red. suddenly it's hot and hard for him to breathe.

the concert goes on for the next 45 minutes, gojo and shoko get to hear all their favorite songs, fireworks go off whenever a song got to a peak moment, pink and white confetti fall from the sky occasionally. you ended the concert with the new single that has been #1 on billboard for 3 weeks.

the ending was grand. a helicopter with a banner tied to its end that had your name on it circled the dome, and the screens showed your logo and initials written in script across it.

now you're rushing through backstage in your robe to get to the signing event. however, your mind was still occupied with that unsatisfied, beautiful stranger from earlier. you've never had anyone show any signs of unhappiness at your shows! this was something completely new to you and it was festering at the back of your mind.

you go through multiple objects of merch, signing them mindlessly like a robot.

after signing a few vinyls, you're met with a familiar face or, er, maybe familiar hair. the white-haired boy who was next to the boy you called out was flashing pearly whites, asking for his vinyl and shirt to be signed.

after signing his merch you noticed, lurking behind him was the other boy. you tilted your head to get a better glance but he had been avoiding eye contact. "you want' me to sign something f'r you?" although he had nothing for you to sign he quickly grabbed shoko's shirt out of her hands, dismissing her protests and making you sign it.

writing your name so smoothly and carefully, you glance up at him "ssooo, how was the concert? did it meet your criteria?" smiling so sweetly at him. this was a feeling you had to shake off, you'd never say it out loud but you wanted this stranger's validation so badly it was killing you.

the fact that you kept up the conversation with him was enough to make his front fully break, if this was an opportunity, he was not going to lose this. putting his hands on the signing table and leaning down towards your face, "mm, i wont lie, could've been a little bit better." he can tell you're used to being given praise all the time, wouldn't hurt to kill your ego a little. you look up at him with such confusion and embarrassment.

in fact, you're so embarrassed right now that you're gripping onto the dressing room walls like your life depends on it. one of geto's hands is tangled in your soft, luscious locks when he pulls on them while the other one is pressing your hand against the wall. the sound of skin on skin, his balls slapping your overstimulated, throbbing clit.

he's practically fucking the moans out of your throat with every thrust, you keen with every movement, clenching around his rock-hard cock. "y' like being treated like this princess, hm?" breath hitching every time he pulls out, "you were being so bratty on stage, weren't you? did you enjoy embarrassing me on stage?" you're so blissed out, looking back at him, biting your lips with your eyes rolled back. he pulls your hair and asks you the question again, "n-no, iswearr m'so sorry daddy" he swears he can see heart eyes appear when he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. "daddy? yr' so sweet baby"

he's slamming his dick so deep inside of your tight little cunt, you're so mindless and pliant under him that you can't help but fuck back against him, clenching his dick like it's nothing.

desperately trying to match his pace as he starts jerking his hips so sloppily like a madman while you're milking him so deliciously. he's hitting your spot so quick and rapidly. "t-think m' gonna cum" geto grabs your face while holding your lower stomach. his dick is sunken, damn near in your cervix. "m' gonna c-cum too baby" your pussy twitches and pulses along with his dick as you both cum at the same time. your moans come out in a sweet cacophony as geto basically growls when he spills all his worth into your cunt.

you're slumped against the wall and geto's sweat is beading off of his nose as he looks down to where you two are connected. the look on his face is nothing short of predatory when he flips you around so your body faces him and he lifts you up with ease.

you can't even care to ask what he's doing, your way too fucked out and sensitive. he lays you down on the nearby couch, and you finally get a good look at him, his body is completely sculpted and lean. his cock is flushed, wet, and glistening. he's absolutely gorgeous, his eyebrows are pinched and he's breathing rapidly. he has lust written all over his face.

he gets on his knees but you don't register what he's doing until your whole body jolts from his tongue on your clit. "you're doing so well for me" his words of validation send you over the top and you think you might be in love. he kisses your clit all over causing you to leak more, your little whimpers and whines make him hard again.

he starts to suckle gently on your clit "p-please– don't tease me" you yearn for more contact. "so mean princess" his voice sends vibrations through your chasm, but he decides not to tease you and more and works two digits into your sweet little cunt.

pumping his long thin fingers through your cunt and curling up at your love spot has your eyebrows furrowed and your chest heaving with moans. he continues his ministrations and continues swirling his tongue around your clit, suckling it occasionally. your moans are lilted and sweet, "sing for me, beautiful" his words are so subtle but completely turn you on.

the pleasure is too much for you that you start to squirm upwards on the couch, to at least you try– suguru's quick with his actions, he maneuvers his biceps around your thighs, locking them in place. he doesn't give a warning before he completely motorboats your pussy.

your jaw drops and your hands lunge at his hair, clutching it and pulling him closely towards your cunt, suffocating him. he plunges his tongue into your greedy hole, "ooh– my godd, m' cummingg" your face is contorted in pleasure as your body jerks against his face "g've it to me baby" your orgasm washes over you and prolongs as he keeps working his finger inside of you.

geto cleans you up gently after, "so, have i made you a fan after this?" even after he's fucked you into oblivion, you still want your answer. "still think you sound like a dying animal sweetheart–" you fake gasp and throw one of the couch pillows at him, he chuckles. not noticing how his phone is blowing up silently with calls from gojo and shoko.

"buuuutt, i'd be lying if i said you weren't the best fuck i've had"

authors note 愛 / hes so cocky and annoying like boi u know u was dying for that choochie + don't worry guys they exchange numbers after ;) also thank u to @/strbrysherriez for the jumbotron idea and thank u to sabrina carpenter cus i lowk stole her swag with this...

taglist 愛 / @cherryredribbons @startwithrecords @ayumigotabitlonely

created by @ fatherfushiguro. rbs appreciated, no plagiarizing allowed.

#jjk x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #geto x you #suguru geto #smut #jjk

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 16 hours ago

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Dad Jokes

🇺🇸Pairing(s) 🇺🇸→ Steve Rogers x Muted male reader ⚠️CW⚠️→ No major warnings besides a panic attack and corny dad jokes. 🇺🇸Rating🇺🇸→ Fluff 🇺🇸Requested🇺🇸→ Yes

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸→ 1.0k

🇺🇸Summary🇺🇸 → You were saved by Captain America during an attack but now you both were trapped inside a building from the rubble blocking the exits. You began suffering from a panic attack after getting flashbacks, and Steve jokes to make you smile. Even though they’re dad jokes.

You don’t know what’s going on.

There you were, running errands in New York City, trying to complete them to return home to relax for the rest of the day. It was normal to leave the store with your notepad in hand in case someone didn’t understand sign language.

You were walking down the sidewalk, shoulders brushing against the casual people with the constant sounds of cars driving by. In a bustling city filled with that signature ambiance known all over the world, a loud explosion is something you weren’t expecting to hear.

Now, you were running among a panicking crowd. Piercing screams cut through the air, cars crashing into each other, and another explosion. Adrenaline was coursing through your body as you ran with the crowd. Then there was another explosion, but this time it was above you.

Turning to the right, the building across the street was struck. Large pieces of debris fell from the sky, impacting the ground as they fell everywhere. People's screams got louder as the building started collapsing, falling onto the street.

Humans have the basic responses to dangerous situations; fight, flight, or freeze. Your body decided to freeze at that moment, watching as the large building was getting closer. Your breathing slowed down as it accepted your fate.

Your life flashed before your eyes, especially ten years ago. Everything about this chaos was the same. Suddenly, you felt your body being pulled into a larger form, arms wrapped around you in protection as this mysterious man dragged you into another building.

A loud crash rang through the air and a cloud of debris choked the air. Coming back to your senses, you began hyperventilating. Your ears rang as you looked around. There were other people, all of them scared. Some were coughing and crying, while others were on their phones, trying to contact their loved ones.

Your heart rate got faster as tears started welding in your eyes. Nausea and dizziness were blocking your vision and you felt like dying. The ringing in your ears got louder as you held onto your head, but nothing was coming out of your mouth. The constant beating in your head and fast breathing was becoming too much to handle

‘This can’t be happening, I already lost my voice. I can’t lose my hearing!’ You screamed in your head, hoping that wasn’t going to be the case.

You remember that day ten years ago. You were driving home when all of a sudden another car crashed into yours while turning left. Your ears rang while you were dragged out of the ruins and later transported to the hospital.

The doctors said you were alright but suffered from traumatic brain injury. The Broca's area of your left frontal lobe and the part of the brain responsible for speech production was permanently damaged, rendering you unable to speak properly again. The emotions you felt that day were indescribable.

It was happening again, you were having a panic attack. Your chest tightened, your heart beating too fast as the feeling of throwing up was coming up. Your eyes dashing all over the place, blocked by the debris dust as you coughed repeatedly.

Suddenly, a large blonde man came into your view, hands holding onto your shoulders. You could feel him shaking your body, and his voice pierced through the constant ringing. “You’re okay, you hear me? Everything is going to be okay.” His rough voice can be heard as you snap out of your daze.

You nodded your head in response, but you were still having a panic attack. The mysterious man—who you now know is Captain America—began soothing you. The large man rubbed your back as he tried to calm you down. “Can you speak?” Steve said as he pulled back and sat down next to you.

Pulling out the notepad, you wrote down, “No.” Steve nodded in acknowledgment. There was a moment of silence beside the cries of the other people. You were still shaken up as you tried to control your breathing.

“Hey, you wanna hear a joke?” Steve said as he smiled, waiting for your response. You nod and Steve tells the joke. “Why do melons have weddings? They elope… wait. No, I meant to say cantaloupe?” Steve says as he laughs before realizing he messed up the joke. You internally groaned at the corny joke but laughed at the stupidity.

“Okay, how about this one– Why can’t dinosaurs clap their hands? Because they’re extinct.” Steve said as he smiled. This goes on for a while as the blonde man tries to distract you from the situation. It was working as you were laughing or groaning from Steve’s corny dad jokes.

“What’s blue and doesn’t weigh much? Light blue.”

“Where do you learn to make a banana split? Sundae school.”

“What cars do eggs drive? A yolkswagen.”

This went on for a couple of hours until the rubble blocking the main entrance was aggressively destroyed by the Hulk. People began cheering as they ran out. Steve gets up before holding out his hand for you.

You grabbed his hand as he pulled you up and escorted you out of the building. You looked around, seeing the ruins of several buildings and burnt-out cars. Sirens and ambulance noises echoed through the air as there was an announcement playing on speakers, instructing the public on what to do.

“My name is Steve by the way. Maybe we’ll see each other soon. I hope we do.”

THE END

A/n: Hello, my strawberries! I never wrote reader being mute or having panic attacks, but I hope it's good! Very special thanks to my proofreader @sagethegaywitch

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madamechrissy · 2 days ago

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Healing Hearts part Six Preview

Doctor Gojo x Intern reader

It's here!!

“You think you don’t consume me?” He whispers hoarsely, and you shake your head, earning his humorless laugh. “You’re wrong, so wrong, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t look at me that way, those eyes of yours, eyes that make me stupid.” You shove at his chest as those blue eyes take you over, snowy lashes lowered, a beautiful face that makes you ache.

“Don’t leave me. Please.” His voice breaks, and you feel it, his vulnerability, it makes your stomach flip, makes you almost sick.

“Why can’t you accept me, when I accept you?”

“Because I don’t want to disappoint you, I thought it’d be better if you want…”

“What you want.”

Satoru gulps now. “I’m selfish, I want you and only you, I wouldn’t want something else in our lives.”

“Our lives?” You laugh then. “There’s never an ‘our’. Not when you just want to fix everything you deem wrong with me.”

“I don’t want to ‘fix’ you. I’ll stop it. Just kiss me.”

“No.” He pauses a centimeter from your lips, exhaling. “I won’t kiss you anymore, I won’t let you say insane things in my ear while you fuck me, ‘only me ever’ what are you trying to do to me!?”

“I meant it.”

“No, let me go.” His hands drop, as he blinks back tears, and you’re a mess in front of him. “Satoru… I could have gotten over it for you. Wanting marriage, wanting serious shit, wanting kids. Don’t you know I’d give it all up for you, for a chance to be with you? But you trying to change me? That’s where I draw the line.”

You hate seeing him in tears, your beepers both go off then, and you step away, heading towards the door. Satoru’s hand stops you, over your little one, his voice desperate as he leans over you. “I was wrong, will you just forgive me?”

“You made me work with Shoko to hate babies. Then when it backfires, you say something like that?”

“I know. I know.” He hugs you from behind, burying his head against your neck, and you love the embrace, you love him.

But you also love yourself, and you can’t handle it anymore, the cold, cruel way he goes about things. The careless way he dismisses you and all of your feelings, the way he thinks only his way is right, that everyone should think as he does. You shake in his hold, everything pulling you to him.

“Do you hate me?” He whispers brokenly, and you shake your head, looking up at him now, his blue eyes glittering with tears.

“I could never. Far from it.”

“Then give me a chance to fix it.” His thumb brushes over your jaw, your precious face destroyed, your beeper goes off again and you take a breath.

“Let me go. We’ll talk later.”

You walk out, leaving him sobbing against the door, his head against it, fist landing on it, struggling to pull himself together. You’ve in just a couple months become the most important thing in the world to him, but you’re just… leaving him. And he can’t blame you, he’s confused you, he’s turned your life upside down, and he instead of comforting you…

He threw shit in your face.

Why couldn’t he just let you want kids? Well, because he can’t be a parent, and he can’t give you it, and he wants you, no he needs you. He needs you with him, only him, to feel your lips on his, your body against him. To see your little smile, to hear your moans and cries, to comfort you when you’re exhausted.

He should have comforted you, why did he need to do it like that? Why did he fuck everything up? The thoughts swarm in his head as he leans back in his chair now, covering his face with a hand, before he yanks open his drawer. He takes out the xanax and crushes it right on his desk, lining them up with a credit card he yanks now from his wallet.

He rolls up a hundred dollar bill and snorts it right up his nostril, it burns like a bitch, makes his eyes water, but he knows it will hit soon, he won’t give as many fucks, right? But after twenty minutes he’s taking another, and another, until he sees his shift is done, and he’s weakly walking towards the locker rooms, seeing you there changing, looking at your gorgeous frame.

Your eyes catch his then, you quickly look away, your eyes are puffy from the crying he’s made you do, when he slips off his shirt, head fuzzy. He stumbles just a bit, catching your concerned gaze. Which infuriates him then, he steadies himself and glares at you, slipping off his own shirt, noticing your gaze just grows more worried when he slips his top on.

“Satoru, what’s… are you okay?” You care about him? Why?

“Just peachy, sweets.” He gives you a fake smile, and your heart races, as you look up at eyes almost black, so dilated.

“Satoru are you-”

“Don’t ask shit about my life. You’re done, right?” His unexpectedly cruel words pierce your heart, you turn away, body shaking. “That’s what I thought.”

“Are you really okay?” You ask again, turning back around, watching his lids lower just a bit as he leans over you, pressing you against the cool metal of the lockers.

“No, m’not okay. Girl of my fuckin’ dreams hates me.” You hear it, the slur of his words, as he takes a hand and cups your face. “Why you gotta be so beautiful?”

“I don't hate you, and you’re fucked up.” You manage to breathe out, and he smirks then.

“Me? Maybe fucked up over you, intern. Haunt my every dream, now you’re gonna just leave?”

“Satoru…”

“You should know what you’re missing.” He kisses you again, desperate and messy, brutal and hungry, hands pulling you against his hard body. You whimper, hating your body’s reaction to him, how it lights up. “You want me, huh?”

“Of course I do. It’s you who can’t accept me.”

“I can… I can…”

Mmmm gonna get pretty emotional ahhh. Should be out by monday!

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kiruamon · 3 days ago

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A false bride for the false gods AU - Introduction

A new year and a new AU to ramble about, but first have some sketches of the cast. (More sketches are also after the text.)

Let's start with the plot:

Y/N lives in a small village together with their sister. While their sister is a seer and can predict sometimes events from the future, Y/N has no such gifts.

In their little village two local gods are worshipped. Said gods being Sun and Moon. They do visit the village every now and then. Mostly to collect some of the offerings that the villagers are leaving for them and listening to their supplications. They never show up in the village together and usually Sun visits it more frequently and making his presence more known to everyone as Moon who sometimes strolls simply through the village during nighttime not minding if his presence goes unnoticed.

But there comes a day where Sun declares that he and Moon have choosen to take one of the humans of the village as their future spouse. And their choice fell onto your sister. Sun demands that the ritual for the wedding will be performed during the summer solstice next month. It should be a great honor. A happy occasion. Everyone else in the village is thrilled. But you know your sister's heart is in pieces, because it already belongs to someone else.

It takes some days of thinking and turning different ideas around in your head. Plans about just leaving the village with her and her beloved before the wedding. But that would be difficult with so many eyes on them. But you also could not simply hold still and do nothing. And so you came to your sister with a better plan. Telling her to switch roles with you on the day of the wedding ritual. The gown for the ritual with it's hood already would obscure enough of your face and other features so that you doubted that anyone would be able to tell the difference between you two during the ritual. With all the distraction in the village during the event it would give her enough time to leave the village with her partner. It needed a lot of convincing and begging. But in the end she agreed and even as you did not know what to do when your trick would be found out by the two gods, it didn't mattered too much to you as long as you would know your sister being safe and happy.

So the time comes. Everything goes as planed. Your sister had told you all you needed to know for the ritual, helped you prepare and dress up while staying hidden in the house until the other villagers came and took you with them to the place where the ritual would be performed. Sun is there. Accepting what he thinks would be your sister as his and Moon's bride. He takes your hand and as you left the border of the village it's like you stepped into another place. It looks like the same forest, but it doesn't feel the same. The village is gone and the air feels different. More clean and serene. But despite all, Sun who is guiding you is short on words. Almost ignoring you. He comes of as absent-minded. Until you reach a little shrine where he stops for the first time and turns around. His tall figure towering over yours. His hands reach for your hood. "Time to take it off," he mumbles as it slides down your head. It's the point where everything goes down. His eyes flicker in surprise before his mouth turns into a grimace and a deep scowl shows his growing displeasure of what he sees. "You are not the one we asked for!"

And yeah, that's the start of the main plot of the story.

Sun and Moon have to deal with being tricked to marry the wrong human. And Sun is not happy at all with it. He will constantly scowl and looking disgusted at you. Rambling about his displeasure of having to stick with the a plain and useless human like you and pretty much giving you the cold shoulder.

Also, surprise, surprise, you will find out during your first night that Sun and Moon are sharing the same body as they change by nightfall. And while you're already expecting an equally cold greeting from Moon, who you always had imagined to be the more reserved, serious and colder one out of the two gods... he simply broke out into laughter, finding the situation quite hilarious and complimenting you on your little trickery. It's a big surprise, but you are somewhat relieved not to have to deal with two upset gods.

Additional facts:

Moon is a pretty chill guy in this au. He is showing from the start a bigger interest in you. Not minding that you are 'just' a normal human without any power. He also think it's pretty funny how much you have upset Sun with your trick. Which causes some back and forth talking between the two in their shared mind and only adds to Sun's foul mood. While Moon does tend to take things more light-hearted and not as seriously as Sun, he can read the room pretty good. If he does act on it or puts more fuel into the fire depends on the situation though. Moon is also the one who explains more about themselves and their realm to you at the beginning. He also spends willingly more time with you. As an example, he will take you on midnight strolls through their realm for stargazing and taking you back home to the shrine if you fall asleep.

Sun on the other hand like mentioned already is so not pleased with the events. He will be snarky, constantly reminding you how much he despises you and how awful it is that he is now married to you without no way for him to reverse the bond between you three since you made your vows to each other through the ritual. He spends as little time talking with you as possible if he can. Being annoyed if you failing to do tasks right at the first try or having to ask him questions about the new place you found yourself living in. Communication with him is hard and a real challenge. While Sun doesn't make it obvious and it's easy to forget, he does can see and hear very well the same things as Moon does and vice versa. So if you are spending time with Moon and talking with him, Sun also will be aware of the conversation and what is said and happening. And it's through this way that Sun will slowly soften up a bit around you. Even more so when one night you pour your heart out to Moon about the difficulties you have with Sun and to get along with him, but without seemingly any efforts, even as you are trying very hard to be on friendly terms with Sun. It makes you feel a bit at a loss what to do anymore and also as if failing over and over. Moon knows that Sun is listening in. Even as he doesn't tell you. And he already knows that his counterpart will come around eventually which is why he simply tells you not to worry too much about it. That it will be all good at the end. It's a slow progress but Moon is right and Sun does become less hostile around you. Slowly, he will start to see you less and less as the useless human he had been annoyed over and put his prejudices aside. He has a hard time showing it at first. Not always finding the right words and often comes up as too rough, when actually don't wanting to push you away anymore. It's a bit awkward, but gets better with every day and interaction. Sun will open up more around you. Enjoying your presence more and being quite chatty. Smiles will become less rare as well as him reaching out to you, to hold your hand or yourself in his arms to make some physical contact.

The reason why he was so frustrated over having not your sister but you as your bride will also be revealed. Sun had hoped with a seer as their spouse their might be a chance for him and Moon to find out a way to be accepted as real gods.

Because the other gods do not view them as such and it had scratched on Sun's pride so much that it had grown into an obsession of his. The reason for this is that he and Moon had been created as tools from the gods Sol and Luna a long, long time ago until they had not been needed anymore and simply had grown into the roles of the smaller local gods of the mountain villages. And Sun had always wished for more. That he and Moon would be finally accepted into the ranks of the others gods. Not looked down upon any longer. So yes, Sun had tried to make the village seer through the marriage a tool for them to use. Which had not worked out in the end. But as his relationship to you got better, he finds himself surprised at the notion that he lately cares less about his original goals and plans.

Y/N is just a normal human. Maybe they and their sister are twins. I honestly would find it a tad more funny if Y/N would be male just for some extra giggles at the reveal when Sun lifts up their hood. But I will let it open for everyone to choose for themself what they like best. Other than that they are a kind, not too confident and somewhat timid person, I imagine. To come up with the switch and even going through with it, had been the boldest thing they ever had done in their life. They struggle a lot, because of Sun's early demeanour and take his words much to heart which is why Moon is trying so often to distract them when it's their time together and reassures them that they are doing well. Also the chain around Y/N's neck was part of the ritual and gown. There is probably a line in the vows close to something like this: "Like the links of this chain our fates will be connected from now on to eternity."

And then there is Eclipse. Which I... honestly don't have too much plans for at the moment, other than him being an additional form of Sun and Moon. Maybe they will get stuck in the form of Eclipse for a while due to getting in trouble with a higher god. Maybe it could be a situation where Sun got really riled up about one of the other gods speaking badly about their little human spouse so that Sun uses his powers against said god. Just to get himself and Moon cursed into this form where they have trouble controlling their body or to speak. So they and Y/N will have to find a way to reverse things. Yeah, I think that sounds kind of nice.

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ikkyfics · 1 day ago

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Expecto Patronum

James Potter x f!reader x Remus Lupin

Summary: For a moment, it seemed like nothing would happen, but then, a silver light exploded from the tip of your wand, illuminating the clearing. The air grew heavy, as if time had stopped. When the glow faded, a magnificent stag stood before you. Your wide eyes followed it as it trotted across the clearing, majestic and serene. Remus stayed silent, his lips slightly parted. He knew. You knew. There was no denying what it meant. The stag was not just a reflection of your heart, but of what you had always tried to bury.

Warnings: angst

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The cold breeze coming from the Forbidden Forest did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you. Every failed attempt to conjure a Patronus left your hands shakier, your heart heavier. You had been there for longer than you could count, holding your wand like it was an anchor, but it seemed there wasn't enough happy memory in the world to light up the growing emptiness inside you.

Remus, sitting on a nearby root, watched you with a gentle and concerned look, his fingers drumming on the piece of chocolate he'd brought as encouragement. He was patient, as always, and his presence should have been comforting, but all you felt was a bitter mixture of frustration and shame.

"You need a break," he suggested, his voice low and calm, but firm enough to cut through the sound of your heavy breathing. "It's past time to try another day. There's no rush."

"I'll manage," you replied, though even your words sounded fragile, as if the weight of your determination was about to crush them.

He sighed, but didn't insist. Instead, he stood up and approached, holding the chocolate towards your trembling hands. "At least eat this before you pass out. Please."

You accepted, more so he would stop looking at you that way — with a mix of concern and something else you weren't ready to decipher. The sweet melted in your mouth, but the knot in your throat remained intact.

"You know what they say about Patronuses, right?" He asked hesitantly, as he sat back down on the root. "That they reflect something of the heart. Something true."

The thought struck you like a blade. Because you knew it was true. And that was exactly why you couldn't conjure anything. How could you find a happy memory strong enough to fight the darkness, when what occupied your heart was... him? James.

James, with that smile that made your knees weak. James, who made the silliest jokes just to see you smile. James, whose Patronus matched Lily's perfectly, as if the universe had designed them to be together.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, as if you could push away the weight of the memory that inevitably surfaced. It was a normal day, just you and him, running by the Black Lake, skipping stones across the water, laughing like fools. It wasn't what he said or did that marked the moment, but the way he looked at you. As if, in that moment, you were the center of his world.

When you opened your eyes again, something inside you had changed. You raised your wand, your hand steadier than before, and whispered the spell with more force.

"Expecto Patronum!"

For a moment, it seemed like nothing would happen, but then, a silver light exploded from the tip of your wand, illuminating the clearing. The air grew heavy, as if time had stopped. When the glow faded, a magnificent stag stood before you. Your wide eyes followed it as it trotted across the clearing, majestic and serene.

Remus stayed silent, his lips slightly parted. He knew. You knew. There was no denying what it meant. The stag was not just a reflection of your heart, but of what you had always tried to bury.

"It's like his," you murmured, more to yourself than to Remus. Your voice came out almost inaudible, laden with something you didn't want to admit, but also couldn't hide anymore.

Remus stayed silent for a long moment. You could feel his gaze on you, heavy but also filled with a silent understanding. When he finally spoke, his voice was so soft it seemed to hesitate in occupying the space around you.

"I know what it’s like," he said, the words carrying a weight that seemed far greater than the situation. You lifted your gaze, surprised, meeting his eyes fixed on yours, as if he wanted to make sure you heard, that you understood. "Loving something that feels... unreachable."

At first, you didn’t know what to say. The declaration hung between you, like a secret, revealed yet impossible to fully comprehend. He smiled, but it wasn't a joyful smile — it was melancholic, a curve of lips that seemed as tired as his heart.

"Remus..." you started, but you didn’t know how to continue. It was like the meaning behind his words was hanging in the air, and you couldn’t quite reach it.

He took a deep breath, looking down before continuing. "You know, sometimes it feels like a whole life is made of things we can never have." His voice faltered slightly, but he recovered, his eyes returning to yours. "I know how it hurts to look at something... someone, and know that, no matter how much you want it, it’s not for you."

His words hit you like a blow. Not because they were cruel, but because they were true. It was as if he was voicing everything you had been feeling, all the anguish you had been trying to ignore since you realized what James meant to you. And somehow, it made the pain feel less lonely.

"But that doesn't mean you have to carry it alone," he added, with an unexpected firmness. "I know it feels like no one understands, but... I understand. And I'm here. I'll always be."

The tears you had been holding back finally escaped. You tried to speak, but your voice failed, and all you managed was a barely audible murmur: "I don’t know what to do, Remus. It’s like... it’s like it hurts just to be near him."

He tilted his head, his eyes filled with something indescribable — maybe sadness, maybe empathy, maybe something deeper that he wouldn’t let surface. "Then don’t rush," he said. "Give time to time. And, when it’s too much, let me carry some of it for you."

You couldn’t respond, but when he reached out to take your hand, the gesture spoke more than any words could. His fingers were warm, firm, like a silent promise that you weren’t alone, even in the pain.

His eyes lingered on yours longer than seemed normal. For a moment, there was something there, something you couldn’t interpret, but that seemed as painful as what you felt. And then, as if forcing himself to do it, he looked away, the melancholic smile returning to his lips.

"You're going to be okay," he said, with a softness that seemed meant as much for you as it was for himself. "Even if it feels impossible right now. I promise."

The words hung between you, heavy with a weight that seemed impossible to shake. His eyes were fixed on you, and for a moment, you felt something inside your chest break. It wasn't just the pain of your own confusing emotions — it was the realization of how much he was willing to carry for you, how much he understood, how much he cared.

Without thinking, you stepped forward, your arms moving automatically to wrap around him. He hesitated, for a brief, almost imperceptible moment, before responding to the gesture, his arms closing around you with a firmness you didn’t know you needed. The warmth of the hug was immediate, but it brought with it a vulnerability you had been avoiding for so long. As if his presence was the only thread still holding you up.

"I don’t know if I can," you whispered against his shoulder, your voice trembling and broken.

"You can," he answered, without hesitation. His certainty seemed unshakable, even though his own heart was heavy with all the things he couldn’t say. "And if you can’t now, I’ll be here until you can."

The Patronus, that magnificent silver stag, didn’t disappear. It walked slowly around you, its hooves almost silent against the forest floor. Its light illuminated the space around you, casting soft shadows on the nearby tree trunks. It was impossible to ignore it, impossible not to feel the weight of what it represented. You felt warm tears sliding down your cheeks as you buried your face in Remus' shoulder. He didn’t say anything, just kept his arms around you as if he wanted to protect you from everything, even yourself.

Time seemed to stop. The world outside that clearing didn’t exist, only the sound of the light wind, the glow of the stag, and Remus' steady breathing against you. But then, something broke the moment — footsteps. Heavy, determined. And before you could react, you saw him.

James.

Your heart raced, as if it knew that, from that moment on, nothing would be the same. He was there, still, his bright blue eyes behind glasses fixed on you and Remus. The way he stopped, how his body seemed to stiffen for a moment, betrayed something he might still be processing.

Remus’ arms were still around you, and you felt their comforting warmth disappear as he took a step back, almost with an awkward haste. But the belated movement didn’t change the fact that James had seen. He had seen everything: the intimate hug, the way you had allowed yourself to crumble into Remus' arms, and, worst of all, the stag. The Patronus that was exactly like his, walking around you both.

"James," you managed to say, but your voice came out weak, trembling, as if his name was a blade in your throat.

He didn’t respond immediately. His gaze dropped to your face, registering the glisten of the tears that hadn’t dried yet. He always noticed. No matter how much you tried to hide — James always noticed.

"You’re crying," he said, finally, his voice low, laden with something you couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t just concern. It wasn’t just confusion. It was deeper, more complicated.

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. How could you explain something you didn’t even understand? The silence dragged on, heavy, suffocating, until he took a step forward, his eyes moving from you to Remus and, finally, to where the Patronus had disappeared.

"Was it your Patronus?" he asked, but the question sounded different now, almost as if he already knew the answer. He wasn’t asking for confirmation; he was trying to understand what it meant.

"Yes," you admitted, the word escaping before you could stop it. But your voice faltered at the end, as if the weight of the truth was too much to bear. "I... I’m still learning. It wasn’t—"

"It was perfect," he interrupted, his voice firmer than before. "I saw."

There was something in the way he said that, something that made your stomach twist. He saw. He saw the stag. He knew.

Remus, at your side, was quiet, his eyes fixed on the ground as if he wanted to disappear into the earth beneath his feet. He didn’t say anything, but his silence was as loaded as any word could have been. He knew this moment wasn’t his. He always knew.

"I was looking for you," James continued, but there was an evident tension in his voice. "I wanted to see if you needed help with the spell... I think I got here too late."

You tried to smile, but the gesture came out crooked, broken. "I managed... Remus helped me."

"Of course he did," James replied, but there was something in the way he looked at Remus, something that seemed like a mix of gratitude and discomfort. "You’re always there when someone needs you, aren’t you?"

Remus looked up, finally, but didn’t respond. He knew that anything he said now would only complicate what was already unbearably difficult.

James turned his gaze back to you, and the intensity in it made your heart tighten even more. "Why didn’t you call me?" he asked, and this time, there was something almost vulnerable in his voice. "I would’ve come. You know I would have."

"I know," you replied quickly, almost desperately trying to ease the hurt you saw in his eyes. "I just... didn’t want to bother you."

"Bother?" He laughed, but the sound held no humor. "You never bother me."

The silence returned, but this time, it was heavy with unspoken words. You could feel the weight of everything he wasn't saying, everything he was trying to understand. He looked at you again, his eyes locking with yours, and you saw when he realized it. He realized everything. The patronus, the tears, what it all meant. What you felt.

"I... I'll leave you two alone," Remus suddenly said, his voice low but firm. He took a step back, avoiding James' gaze as he turned to leave the clearing. "If you need me, I'll be in the tower."

The silence that followed Remus' departure was almost tangible, filling the clearing like a living presence. You wanted to say something, anything, but your throat felt tight, unable to form words. The weight of everything that couldn't be said hung between you and James, and every second dragged on, a lifetime of pain.

James stepped forward, his expression shifting from something near confusion to a devastating understanding. He was so close now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, a proximity that, instead of comforting, made your chest tighten even more.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, and the question, so simple, seemed to hold an ocean of complexity. His voice was soft, almost as if he feared the answer.

You clenched your hands, struggling to keep some composure, but the weakness in your body was as great as the one in your soul. "It's nothing," you lied, but your voice trembled, betraying the attempt to hide the truth. "I just... was frustrated. With the spell."

James shook his head, and his gaze met yours with an intensity that made your heart stumble. "It's not just that," he said, the words coming slowly, as though he were choosing them carefully. "I know you, remember? I can tell when you're lying."

You looked away, because facing him at that moment felt impossible. But James didn't back off. He took another step, closing the distance between you, until you could smell his familiar scent, that aroma that always seemed like a mix of freshly cut grass, fresh air, and something unmistakably unique.

"Why didn't you call me earlier?" he asked again, and there was something in his voice, a vulnerability that seemed as painful as your own emotions. "You always call me when you need help."

"I didn't want to bother you," you said, the same excuse you had used before, but even you could hear how empty it sounded now.

He tilted his head slightly, studying you with those eyes that seemed to see through every wall you tried to build. "You never bother me," he repeated, his voice soft but firm. "Never."

Tears started to fall before you could hold them back, and the pressure you had been holding in your chest finally exploded. "I couldn't," you whispered, your voice faltering at the end. "Not with... with all this."

"With what?" James pressed, and the concern in his expression was tinged with something deeper, something more complex. He was starting to understand, but there was still a piece of the puzzle missing, and you could see that he was desperate to fit it together.

"Please, James," you begged, your voice broken. "Don't make me say it."

"Why not?" he asked, and there was an urgency in his voice now, as if he needed to hear it more than anything. He took another step, until you were so close that his warmth seemed to envelop you entirely. "Why do you think you can't tell me?"

You shook your head, but the strength to push him away, to create any distance, was no longer in you. And then he did the unthinkable. He raised his hand, and his fingers brushed your face, as light as a feather, wiping away a tear that was still falling.

"Please," he said, his voice now almost a whisper. "Tell me."

You felt your heart stop for a moment, as if time had slowed down. The words were stuck in your throat, burning, begging to be spoken, but the weight of the truth was overwhelming. He was so close now, his eyes locked on yours, filled with an intensity that almost hurt.

"It’s better not to," you finally answered, your voice hoarse, trembling.

James furrowed his brow, confusion mixed with something else — something you didn’t have the strength to decipher. "Why not?" he insisted, his voice firmer now, but still full of care.

"Because, James," you said, your lips moving before your mind could stop them. "If I say it, it will change everything. And I don’t want... I don’t want to lose you."

He was silent for a moment, processing your words, his face softening. "Nothing you say will change what we are," he stated, but there was a hesitation there, an uncertainty he was trying to mask.

You let out a bitter laugh, more to yourself than to him. "It will change everything for me, James. It already has."

"I don’t understand," he said, taking another step forward, his closeness making your breath falter. "Please, help me understand."

You clenched your fists by your sides, your heart pounding so hard it seemed to echo in the silence around you. Finally, you gave in, the barrier you had tried so hard to maintain crumbling in front of him.

"I love you," you confessed, and the pain in those words was so evident that it felt like it was cutting the air between you. "I love you in a way I never should. And I know you don’t feel the same. I know I shouldn’t have let it happen, but... it did."

James blinked, as if the confession had stolen the air from him. For a moment, he stood still, and the silence was almost unbearable. Then, with a slowness that seemed cruel, he sighed.

"I didn’t know," he said, his voice so low it sounded like an echo.

"I know," you replied, tears finally escaping your eyes. "And it’s okay, James. It’s not your fault. It never was."

He took another step, his hands moving as if he wanted to touch you, but stopping halfway. "You should have told me earlier."

"For what?" you asked, and there was a bitterness in your voice that you hated, but couldn’t contain. "To make everything harder? So you could feel guilty for something you can’t control? No, James. You didn’t deserve that."

He fell silent again, but the look in his eyes was so full of emotion that it was almost impossible to face. "You don’t deserve to go through this alone," he finally said.

"I’m not alone," you replied, and although your voice was soft, there was a firmness there. "I have my friends. I have you... even if it’s not the way I wanted."

James hesitated, the internal struggle evident in every line of his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, as if the words simply wouldn’t come.

"You’re so important to me," he finally said, and the sincerity in his voice almost destroyed you. "I just... wanted you to know that."

You nodded, knowing that was all he could offer. It was all you could have.

He took another step back, the distance between you growing, but still seeming far too small. "I hope you know that, even so, you’re incredible," he said, his voice gentle. "Really."

"I know," you replied, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. "Thank you, James."

And then he was gone, walking back toward the castle, leaving you alone in the clearing. The emptiness he left behind was almost unbearable, but you knew you had done the right thing. Even if it meant living with the pain of knowing he would never be yours.

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