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tinandabin · 3 months

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SAGAU but the the reader is the ACTUAL creator

Thorny love: part 5

Previous part: part 4

a/n: am I back from the dead? I dunno, but yesterday night I felt like writing and wrote another part. so, I decided to publish it here also!

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"Yo-Your Grace... You are finally here.." Ei spoke, her eyes wide and her legs shaking a bit. It almost looked like she was gonna cry. However, her face hardened up as soon as more people started gathering around you and her. Perhaps, you were the only one to catch a glimpse of her expression. She is an Archon, she too has a reputation to uphold in Inazuma, after all. "Hello, Ei. How have you been?" You smiled at her, hand going up to ruffle her hair. Revelyn still hadn't let go of your robe, her hold on it tightened a bit.

Ei's breath hitched as soon as your hand messed with her hair. "I'm..." She tried to find the right words to express her feelings, but she couldn't. How can she explain that she felt as if a part of her had been torn from her when you left her? It felt as if...she had been plunged into never-ending despair and loneliness. She missed you, very dearly. The place where her heart should have been, felt strangely empty without your embrace, your smile, your eyes, you.

Your hand retreated soon enough, "You don't have to answer, Ei." You gently told her, sensing her inner turmoil. It hurt you to leave your creations suffering and in agony, it truly did so. But some actions are sadly enough, necessary.

Ei smiled and nodded, hand coming to hold yours when she saw another hand grasping your robe. Immediately, she looked at the culprit only to see the face of the impostor. How dare she even show her face here after all she did? The thought made her scoff. She not only deceived the Archons but even you. The nerve of some people.. And now she acts all angelic and needy when you show up? But of course, Ei won't say anything. Not in front of you.

"And who might be the coward behind you, Your Grace?" Ei gestured towards Revelyn behind you. You smiled beamingly, gently prying Revelyn from behind you. "Oh, come now, Ei, you don't remember her?" You asked her innocently, quickly realizing the jab she was throwing towards Revelyn, but brushing it off. You don't wish for an argument to start over here, of all places.

Ei stared at Revelyn for a moment, taking your hint to not taunt her. "I do, Your Grace. How could I not?"

"I'm glad to know so, " You put your hands on Revelyn's shoulder, your touch sending an electrifying shock of pleasure through her body. "Everyone misunderstood Revelyn. She's a very sweet and angelic girl. I'm sure she will fit right back in, hm?"

Revelyn stood awkwardly, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here. She decided to keep up her act of cowardice until you left. "Um.. Hi," Her meek voice spoke up, a slight tremble to it. She batted her eyelashes at Ei, smiling softly. "I'm Revelyn.. Revelyn Aniela. "

The surname struck some nostalgic feeling inside you. You had a brief feeling that perhaps you had heard this somewhere before, that perhaps someone dear to you held the same surname. Someone close to your heart, your mind, your soul- but who? Who was that? You can't recall. Aniela. Aniela. Aniela. So familiar, yet so distinct. Maybe it was simply the name of a friend long gone, you would love to give yourself this benefit of doubt, but you're not the kind of person to do that. You're the Creator for fuck's sake, if you're remembering something, then that must be because it's important! It was of significance, you wouldn't just remember a random surname, right? Right...?

You shook your head, deciding you're indeed giving yourself the benefit of the doubt because you're too old to deal with this detective stuff. Frankly enough, if you think about it more, you'll probably just get a headache. Best to leave it be, now. You'll just ask Seraphina to play detective, like always. You cleared your throat. "So, what are we waiting for? Shall we go?"

Ei nodded right away, grabbing your hand and Intertwining your fingers. "As you wish, Your Grace. "

Revelyn was left behind to catch up.

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A few days passed in Inazuma without much commotion. You spent most of the time with Ei, Revelyn of course stuck around so long as you were there. Personally, you were tired of both of them. They need to stop clinging to you like you're their mother. Ei, you understood why she clinged to you, considering she didn't see you for months on end, but Revelyn, who lived with you for like... the past month, it wasn't very understandable. Lile be for real, Revelyn. You not tired yet? Like. Girl. Stop embarrassing yourself and get some self respect and go where you're actually wanted.

So, for both your sanity and their's (Lie), you decided to leave both of them together to socialize and become the best of best friends. (Lie. You just wanted time to yourself and wanted to meet Yae Miko.) Of course, you were, for the first time, surprised to see both Ei and Revelyn unite together. Merely for the purpose of notetting you leave but hey, progress! They atleast united for a common goal, no matter how troublesome that may be for you.

Their combined forces weren't enough to deter you, in the end, you won and they were forced to talk to each other or sulk together, or maybe, a rare possibility, but have a heated make-out session. Who knows. Whatever works, works. They're on their own now and you're on your own, to meet Yae Miko and have a heated make-out session with her perhaps. It won't happen, maybe, but the thought is entertaining though. You're like, 93% certain Miko would agree if you asked. It's not like she hasn't suggested that before. Ah, enough thoughts. You're here.

"Good grace, it's such a heavy task to climb these hills to just be graced by your presence, Miko, " You let out a whine, leaning against one of thr shrine. "You should know my old bones can't hold for long-" A book was placed against your lips and a fluffy, really fluffy and soft, tail caressed your thigh sneakily. "My my, Your Divinity, you ought to know, I don't fancy you saying those words. You look very beautiful, and ravishing, might I add. " Yae Miko said, leaning in close to you with a smirk on her face.

You placed a hand on her wrist, gently removing the book. "I'm happy you think so, but might I say, you look even more delightful, " You replied back with a grin. This flirty playful banter was always your favorite thing to do in Inazuma, apart from watching Revelyn and Ei be at their throats, of course. "Oh please, Your Divinity, you flatter me. But we both know, you're the most beautiful-" You placed a finger on her lips. "Ahhh, shhh. Nothing more to speak of this topic. You can't argue with me on this, you're, of course, the most stunning woman in Inazuma, "

Miko let out an offended gasp, "Inazuma only? Is that my beauty's worth to you, Your Divinity? I'm offended, " She pouted, clearly putting up an act just for you.

"No no, my dear. I meant in whole Teyvat. It would be a crime for me to think your beauty isn't other worldly, "

And this playful banter continued on.

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On the other side, Revelyn and Ei were indeed having a heated make-out session. Not the kind you're thinking of.

"Oh, so as soon as my graceful creator leaves, you suddenly drop the act of cowardice?" Ei stared at Revelyn, a cold and unrelenting aura around her.

"Your creator...? Psssh," Revelyn let out a mocking laugh, "Please. Your words are blatantly false!" She glared at Ei, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Shut up, you witch, you casted a spell of sorts on my graceful creator, didn't you? That's why she is completely and utterly fooled by you!"

"Oh? I'll cast a spell on you too and turn you into a monkey if you don't shut up!"

You walked in with a smile. "Guys. I just had a make-out session with Miko-"

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silcoitus · 4 months

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WAT IF srry caps wat if reader/y/n has to seduce someone for a mission (she works for silco) but silco yknow is jealous (also srry I put she it can be gn) love ya.

-JL

Thank you for this request, JL! This was fun to write. Also if Hoskel sounds ooc, it's cause I didn't care enough about him to do more research on him lmaoooooo

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Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI

Word count: 3.2k

Beta reader: @medic-simp

Tags: silco x f!reader, jealous silco, possessive silco, sevika, councilor hoskel, rough sex, penis in vagina sex, left open for a second part because i can’t help myself apparently,

It's been decided that you will seduce Councilor Hoskel in order to give Sevika and her team enough time to secure an important document from inside his estate. The only complication? Your boyfriend Silco is not enthused about the idea of watching you flirt with another man.

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A/N: In classic me fashion, I left an opening for a second part. Gotta go on the opera "date" to finish the mission!

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 5 months

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ok ok lily hear me out~ byakuya, grimmjow, Ulquiorra getting a suprise cheek kiss ~(｡◕‿‿◕｡)

Gasp! What a fantastic idea! Much needed fluff as of right now.

Byakuya

It's not easy to do anything sneaky when Byakuya is involved but that makes the end result all the sweeter

He's such a guarded man, he never lets people get too close without him knowing they're there and you aren't an exception

This is definitely something that took many many tries to get done but each failure comes with a reward

It's not like he doesn't know what you're trying to do and he fines it so endearing

This small act, these constant attempts make his heart beat faster and his affection grow

The day you succeed in this surprise attack would also be the day he confessed his love to you

It truly is the sweetest reward and he's never been happier that you managed to get one over on him, even if it was just a simple kiss on the cheek

What started as a small but fun game now becomes a secret routine, if Byakuya is having a bad day you would sneak around and plant a soft kiss on his cheek before running off and he's never been happier

Grimmjow

It's not even a hard thing to do but know he won't let you escape once you commit to it

He always lets his guard down around you, you're trustable and he knows even if you tried to kill he'd win the fight

That also makes him the most prone to surprises as he doesn't expect you do anything weird

It would be such a simple thing, just a small thought that pops up when you're lounging around together

He's likely napping basking in the artificial sun and warmth while you gaze up at the clouds and enjoy this quite time you share

It's then that it happens, you lean over and just peck his cheek

Simple and straightforward, there was nothing special about it yet it set Grimmjow's heart ablaze

He rolls over and wraps his arms tightly together with some grumbling under his breath he presses heaps of kisses all over your face as payback and there you both stay, happy and silently in love

Ulquiorra

The nice and weird middle ground, he's not hard to surprise but it takes longer to understand for him

As is any kind of close relationship with this man is hard to form it would take a while for you to even think this was a safe thing to do

Once you get there though its smooth sailing and mostly easy to work around

He lets you just do what you want but know it will always end in questioning, he wants to learn more then anything

With that in mind actually surprising him is easy, you just need to run up and kiss his cheek before scampering away, he's left in a slight daze from the sudden affection

There will be a few beats of nothing before he simply walks off to go back to work or whatever he was doing before that

It won't get mentioned for days potentially and this might seem bad but that's just how this man is, he spends days mulling things over before asking about it

Once he's past the waiting faze you both have a big conversation about why you did it and what it means and after learning it's just another way you say you like him Ulquiorra will begin to do the same thing

Walking up to you just to peck your cheek and walk away again is just a part of his life now, it's easier, he finds, then saying how he feels

We did it! It took me a while but here we have yet another post! Thank you all so much for sticking around still, it means the world to know that people like my writing still. I hope everyone's been staying safe and I hope you enjoyed reading this. Have a good day or night~ Lilly

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headcaasefiction · 3 months

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Lucidity

Morpheus(Dream)/AFAB!Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Light BDSM, Light Bondage, Mild DubCon, Dom/sub, Jealousy.

Summary: Morpheus doesn't like to make a habit of looking in on your dreamscape the nights when you don't come to visit him. Besides for a subtle influence, a gentle prod here or there, your dreams remain largely untouched. Your lucid power over them more than enough to sustain your dreaming hours by yourself. But tonight something was calling to him from inside your part of the dreaming, some kind of enticing heat that whispered to him in such a way until all he could do was yearn.

Lucidity - noun:

1: clearness of thought or style

2: a presumed capacity to perceive the truth directly and instantaneously

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Morpheus doesn't like to make a habit of looking in on your dreamscape the nights when you don't come to visit him. Besides for a subtle influence, a gentle prod here or there, your dreams remain largely untouched. Your lucid power over them more than enough to sustain your dreaming hours by yourself. But tonight something was calling to him from inside your part of the dreaming, some kind of enticing heat that whispered to him in such a way until all be could do was yearn.

Caving in to his own desires and curiosity, with just a turn of his cape and the hypnotic swirling of sand, he was there just outside the foggy grey edges of your subconscious space. He heard you before he saw you - a gasp, and then a low whimper as if you were crying.

His brows furrowed, confused, it sounded as though you were in a nightmare at first, but that felt completely wrong. The air here was warm, pleasant, not suffocating in the slightest and seemed to hold an intoxicating and sweet aroma that left room for wanting more. Morpheus felt dizzy with excitement for a moment, the atmosphere seducing his senses as the dreamscape came into view more clearly.

"Please, please more...," You moan softly.

Morpheus' eyes widen as the dream comes fully into view, his lips coming apart in shock. There you are, on your knees, face down on a bed, hands bound behind your back, bare ass and glistening pussy on full display.

"Please I want more!" You cry out, wiggling your hips for attention.

Dream is mesmerized, dumbfounded at the sight before him. He had caught a few glimpses of your sex dreams in the past, heard murmers and yearnings, but he always tucked them back into place. Was content to ignore the persistent tug in his heart that longed to be there with you. He wanted to keep your trust, protect your privacy. Until now. The allure was too powerful this time.

For the next moment he thought about making himself known, of offering himself to you, to fulfill your desires, to help you reach whatever release you begged him for. Lust shot through his body, heat washing over him with the promise of pleasure as he gazed at your needy and vulnerable form. He had always wanted to take you in a dream, ravish you with orgasms until you awoke in the waking world where he would be waiting to claim you yet again.

Just before he could call out your name, it was too late. Another answered.

"You're gonna have to beg better than that, little girl," a low masculine voice said, before chuckling in response to your frustrated groan, a playful gleam in his eye, "What was it you wanted again?"

The man is tall, with short blonde hair and vibrant green eyes, broad and muscled, a few tattoos spread over his body, his straight white teeth just a little sharp, a little devious.

-SMACK- a loud piercing slap sounds through the dreamscape, and with that a pained but pleasured moan tore from your throat, causing the air to waver and sparkle.

It takes Morpheus aback, your position; the seemingly violent nature was nothing new to him, your relationship and sexual escapades are intense, demanding and even sometimes dark, but above all what shocked him the most was that this was not a randomly occurring dream. The tell-tale signs were prevalent, you were dreaming of a memory.

"Fuck me, please fuck me! I'll do anything, please anything..."

"Anything, huh? " The blond man smiles, as he runs his fingertips from your shoulders all the way down to the base of your spine. Your legs are open impossibly wide, juices leaking down your thighs from your neglected cunt. Your cheeks down to the tops of your breasts are tinged pink, tears spotting the corners of your eyes.

"Well I like the sound of that."

Morpheus feels dizzy and weighted, almost like the dreaming itself is trying to shove him out. There's a ringing in his ears and a sharp pain where his shell of a heart should be, something possibly screaming: "Don't look, don't look!"

Another sharp spank rings out, and another, and another before you're sobbing, begging as you're ravished. There's a flash of sickness that Morpheus feels before a familiar and sudden white hot anger. In front of him is another man inside of you, his fingers, his tongue, his cock, and the look of pure bliss on your face says you'd like to drown in it as your pleasure is announced all at once in your dreamscape and the waking world.

Betrayal hits Morpheus in the gut, stings deep in his chest. You could dream about anything you wanted in the world, anything you wished for, anything with your talent for lucid dreaming, and you choose to relive a night with a former lover.

No longer being able to endure the sounds of pleasure you make, or the sight of you giving yourself to another, his anger snaps.

"This dream is over."

With swift hands to his bag of sand, he casts it in between the three of you, dissipating your dreamscape and immediately waking you up.

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You shoot straight up in your bed, gasping at the sudden panic of being ripped out of your dream.Sweat pools at your brow and the tops of your breasts, your thighs sticky with your arousal and fading orgasm.

You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, panting a little and blinking the remaining sleep from your eyes as you try to catch your bearings.

"Fuck...," You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut and raking your fingers through your tangled hair, "He's going to be so fucking pissed about this."

You didn't see him, but you knew he had been there. And what the hell was up with that dream anyway? Normally you had so much control in your dreams, able to conjure and manipulate the scape to your liking, how did you get so caught off guard? It had been years since you had even thought about your ex-boyfriend, Dean, let alone have a sex dream about him. Dean had been your very first Dom, the man that got you into the lifestyle in the first place.

The image of him spanking you, fucking you, thrusting into your mouth is burned into your brain. Just random flashes of memories, scenes you played out, fantasies you shared, the firsts of many. Morpheus had seen it all, of course on all the nights he decides to come snooping through your dreams. You knew he was going to show up, and he was going to be hurt and furious.

As if on cue, you look up and are greeted with two silver stars staring at you from the corner of the room. He's in the rocking chair you typically use to dump your clothes on. His legs are crossed, hands together touching his lips - like a prayer.

You stop breathing for a moment, your tongue catching in your throat, silence hanging uncomfortably thick in the air as he peers at you through the darkness. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears and the thumping of your heart attempting to beat it's way through your ribcage.

You swallow hard, your lips parting, "Morpheus, I-I..."

As you spoke, he rises from his seat, still not saying a word he begins to stalk towards you. You impulsively scramble back against your pillows and headboard, a spike of fear shooting up your spine. This only makes him advance quicker, and as he reaches the foot of the bed he grasps the end of your blankets, yanking them off onto the floor, revealing your mostly naked form.

You gasp, automatically trying to hide your breasts with your hands while squeezing your thighs together to conceal your soaked panties, evidence of your body's betrayal.

"Now suddenly your demeanor is bashful and modest?" He accuses, voice dark and low, one of his hands grasping your ankle and pulling it far to the side so he can kneel on the bed, forcing his knee between your legs, his other hand pinning your arms above your head, "You were so open, and wanting not but a moment ago."

Your cheeks burn with shame, your breath coming out in short, sharp bursts as his knee judges your throbbing clit. He squeezes your wrists tighter, forcing a whimper out of you as you squirm helplessly against him.

"Now tell me little one," he growls, jealousy dripping from his baritone voice, "Who were you dreaming about?"

You bite your lip, gently flexing your fingers as you press your body desperately into his, craving contact, craving his warmth. You search his starry eyes for any sort of playfulness and find none, just raging supernovas burning holes down at you through the dark.

"It was...I was...," You swallow thickly, trying your hardest to get the words out, "I was dreaming about my ex-boyfriend, Dean."

The confession makes you go slack, all will and obedience surrendered to Morpheus, his to completely control.

A low growl tears it's way out from deep in his chest, his grip tightens once more, making you wince.

"Not just any ex-boyfriend," he says, every word filled with resentment and venom, "An ex-lover, your ex-dominant."

You cry out as he squeezes your wrists so horribly tight when he says that last word you are frightened for a moment that he might break something.

"Please, you're hurting me..."

His grip relaxes a bit, yet he still keeps your hands together in a firm lock, eyes not once straying from yours. His brow is furrowed, angry; pain emanating from his now darkened pupils. All dark, no stars. His face so close you can feel his wild raven hair tickle your face.

"Am I not good enough for you, little one? Do I neglect you so horribly that you would rather serve another?"

Your eyes widen, horrified. He really believes you no longer want him, it makes your heart burst. You wish to kiss him, to soothe his pained expression, but he moves his jaw away at your attempt to tilt your head up to capture his lips. The move hurts, he has never denied you in any such way before, your eyes prick with tears at the rejection.

"Please...I want only you, belong to only you," You whisper, arching your body to press into any part of him you could, desperate for contact.

He hovers above you, lips brushing over your cheeks, your forehead, the shell of your ear, his free hand caressing your stomach as his knee pushes further up against your sex. You make a small noise and bite your lip, pleasure flooding your groin as you grind down into him, red blooming across your face in embarrassment as you realize your panties will be soaked through, dampening the denim of his pants.

He lets out a slight huff, gently sucking his teeth for a moment as his gaze wanders your body, fingers now trailing up your stomach to tease your breasts and pinch at one your nipples.

"Did you feel your body orgasm as you were dreaming of another man's cock in your cunt? Did you feel it, Y/N?"

You're trembling now, fingers twitching, slightly numb, eyes blown wide with lust, remorse and guilt. Your body feels impossibly empty, your post-orgasm high long gone and replaced with a burning desire to be held and filled, a knawing hunger to please.

"Yes, yes, S-sir..." You whimper, flexing your pelvis once more, savoring the shame of your arousal and the drag of his knee against your clit.

The feeling doesn't last long though, as he suddenly pulls you up to him face twisted in anger, hands firmly grasped in front of you, pressed rough against his chest as his other hand tugs at your hair, exposing your neck.

"Is that what you called him when he pleasured you? When he touched what's mine?"

You bite your lip, your face flushed with tears, stammering, " I - I'm sorry Dream, it's just an old habit, it won't happen again, I -..."

Before you can finish what you are about to say he suddenly and unceremoniously flips you onto your stomach, face down across his lap.

"I think it's time to remind you who you belong to," he snarls, while landing two impossibly hard smacks on your ass. A moan escaping your lips, ecstasy ringing in your ears.

"I am no mere mortal Sir," he hisses, one hand holding you down near the base of your spine the other threaded through your hair close to your scalp, "I am Dream of the Endless, more powerful than a god, I am a King, and I will be addressed as such."

"Yes, Your Majesty," You whimper, pressing your face to the side of his thigh, "Please forgive me."

You gasp at the tight tug across your scalp as he pulls your head back, stinging as his nails dig in slightly. You mewl at the sensation, a pathetic sound he rewards with another smack on your ass.

"I do not like sharing, Y/N," he hums, dark and hypnotic drawl erupting goosebumps across your skin, a fresh patch of slick seeping through your panties, "I do not like when others touch what is rightfully mine."

You cry out as he roughly manhandles you, grabbing your hips and forcing you into the same position you were in in your dream. Back sharply arched, hands behind your back, ass and pussy exposed and at his mercy.

You bury your face in the covers, trying to hide the burning shame that licks so sweetly at your insides as you feel his hands caress up your thighs and over the curve of your ass before resting on your hip, fingertips toying with the edge of your panties. They're ruined, you can tell, your gushing wetness making them cling to your sensitive lips and clit, making you throb with a need for friction.

You whine, wiggling your hips slightly as he continuously dips and caresses your panty line.

"Insaitable, needy little thing," he murmurs, finally hooking his fingers through your waist band and peeling them down to your ankles.

Excitement floods your system as you're exposed to the night air, every movement and sensation promising sweet relief, a reward from your Lord for your unwavering submission.

"My, my, darling what a mess you've made," he says, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he slides his fingers through your drenched folds.

You let out a labored sigh you haven't realized you've been holding, warmth spilling into your stomach like hot milk and honey as he begins to work you thoroughly. The silken pad of his fingertips gliding up and over your glossy lips, back around the hood of your clit, and up and down again and again faster each time, little droplets of slick dripping onto your sheets.

You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, pins and needles whisper along your skin, his movements fast and gentle like humming bird wings, two other fingers teasingly prod at the needy entrance to your sex. You can feel a warm knot tighten deep inside you, tension ready to snap.

"P- please, my Lord, I'm so close, so AH!-" You cry out, his hand spanking you once, twice, three times more, pleasure and stinging pain threatening to send you over the edge.

"Naughty little dreamers who break their Master's heart don't deserve to cum, do they little one?"

His words shoot ice into your heart, your eyes welling with tears. He has punished you before, but not like this, this time it felt like he actually wanted to hurt your feelings. You didn't mean to break his heart, it was an accident, a subconscious fluke.

You sob in frustration, squirming and kicking your feet out a little as he continues with his spanking punishment. He goes back and forth between each cheek, the round curve of your ass blooming into an angry red, the loud sharp crack of his hand against your skin drowning out your whimpers, until you cry out,

"Please, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

He slows his motions at your plea, striking you only a few times more before he seems satisfied with his handy work, soothing the palm of his hand over your burning flesh. Your blood sings with the knowledge that there will be bruises for weeks to come, that every time you sit down you will be reminded that you belong to him.

Gently, he flips you over onto your back and straddles your waist, conjuring a piece of black rope from thin air. He snatches your wrists once more and binds them together above your head, expertly threading them through the top bars of your headboard. You give it an experimental tug, knowing full well there is absolutely no way you can escape it.

He towers over you, hair dark and wild as the night, pale skin glowing in the moonlight that shines through your bedroom window, stormy eyes ever changing - cold steel, black hole, supernova heat. Dark and dangerous and possessive, he regards you as if you were a million miles away.

"Perhaps I should keep you bound here, and disappear for the rest of the night, hm? Leave you wanting."

He reaches under your thighs, spreading your legs wide apart, completely opening yourself to him. He looks hungrily at your leaking cunt, swiping his thumb over your clit and down to your dewy-slick hole that flutters desperately around nothing. It's then that you finally feel his cock, hard and heavy, straining inside of his jet black jeans as he grinds you down into his lap.

"No, please," you whine, eyes half-lidded, your dopamine drunk mind screaming for more.

Lick me, fill me, fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.

"Please don't leave me here all alone," You plead as you gently rut against his lap, "Please forgive me, my Lord, it was only a dream!"

"Only a dream?" his eyes darken again, venom trickling back out of his lips while he roughly pinches your clit, "It was the dream of a memory, not some figment of your imagination. You are the most powerful lucid dreamer I've ever come across, and this is what you do with your gift?"

"Please, I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident!"

You whine once more as he flicks and squeezes your clit, your orgasm threatening to roar back to life yet again, his lips brush the shell of your ear, whispering, "Do you think of him still when it is I who gives you the pleasure you crave?"

"No, never!" You sob, several of his fingers sliding into your drenched pussy, twisting easily through the silky glide of your wetness to add a much wanted third. It makes you see stars, though you aren't quite sure if they are coming from his eyes or your dizzying arousal, "I only think of you, Your Majesty, only you!"

His breath is coming out hard and fast now, his chest heaving as he grips both of your thighs hard enough to bruise, his gaze boring down into you.

"Then you must make it up to me," he murmurs, pressing your legs further back, folding you in half so your feet dangle over his broad shoulders.

With a slight wave of his hand, his clothes are conjured away, leaving him completely naked. His smooth, cool skin igniting shivers through out your body. His long, thick cock resting heavily against your clit and abdomen, causing you to squirm with need.

"Yes, my Lord, anything for you," you whimper breathlessly, the head of his cock and shaft dragging through your wet, aching need, "Anything you ask."

He leans closer to your face as he lines the blunt tip of his cock up to your entrance. Finally capturing your lips, ravishing your mouth and tongue with his own as he nips and bites and claims.

"I want you to beg for my forgiveness."

At those words he slams into you, bottoming out instantly, your scream of ecstasy muffled by his hand covering your mouth. You throb around him, his thick cock stretching you so wide you can feel it at the very bottom of your clit. You tuck your face into the crook of your arm as you mindlessly tug at your restraints. He sets a brutal pace, filling your room with the humiliating sounds of your soaked pussy and his skin colliding with yours.

"Fuck, fuck...," You moan, loving the drag of his thick girth simultaneously hitting your clit and, the deep spot inside you that makes alarm bells go off in your head.

His pace never falters, and even though he has had you time and time again; owned you, fucked you, used you in so many different ways, you have never felt so full and claimed in your entire life.

He takes a hold of your throat as he pounds into you mercilessly, your breasts bouncing with every stroke, useless short noises hitching their way out of your mouth as he uses you.

"You belong to me," he growls, accentuating each word with a bite, peppering the unguarded column of your neck with dark, angry marks, "Mine."

"Yes, my Lord! I'm yours, all yours, pleasepleaseplease forgive me!"

His grip tightens around your neck, your earlobe between his teeth as he slows his thrusts to a torturous pace, making you want to scream.

"Do you deserve it, little one, after you've broken my heart in two?" He whispers, one hand dropping between your legs to toy with your clit, forcing you to clench around his cock.

"I- I don't deserve your forgiveness, Your Majesty!" You cry out, tears streaming down your face as you look him in the eye, so open and ready and willing, "I'll show you my devotion, just please forgive me...fuck me, use me, keep me as a pet, I'll do anything to earn back your trust!"

He pulls your head forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his previous pace returning full force as he fucks into you, drinking in every little sound you make. The familiar heat of your orgasm begins to lick up your spine, your clit and cunt throbbing with every thrust. You moan as he ruts into you, sloppy wet, and keen agonizing need threatening to burst at the seams.

"M-morpheus please, I'm going to cum, I can't stop it," you mewl, squeezing your eyes shut tight, your hands gripping your bounds for dear life, trying and failing to suppress the incoming wave of heat, "Please let me cum, please!"

His starry eyes sparkle as you beg for him, he's slackjawed with want, shiny lips parted as he grunts out his need, fucking into your more than willing body. He smirks, relishing your fucked-out state, so wanton for him, so earnest to please.

"Yes, little one, come undone for me."

"Morpheus!"

You cry out into his mouth as the tension in your stomach snaps, white hot heat surging through your bones as your eyes roll in the back of your head. Your pussy throbbing and pulsating, coating his cock with a gush of warm slick.

He lets out an appreciative gasp, groaning with deep arousal as he fucks you through your orgasm, obscene wet noises ring out as the only sounds in the air while he chases his own end.

"Good girl," he praises, panting, his thrusts beginning to falter as he pounds into your slick heat, hips stuttering as you cry out into the night.

"Cum inside me... please!"

With a gasp, he squeezes his eyes shut, pumping several more thrusts into you before cumming deep inside you, whispering your name as your pussy milks out every last drop, mixing your essences together.

"I forgive you, Y/N."

There is a moment of quiet as you both breathe together, your hearts chest to chest, matching each other's racing beat. He gives you a slow kiss on your forehead, tenderly pushing away the tendrils of hair that have fallen in your face. Slowly and carefully, he removes your aching legs from his shoulders before quickly getting to work on untying you.

You sigh in relief as your arms are freed, your shoulders were beginning to ache and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.

"Are you alright?" He asks softly, caressing the blooming purple marks along your neck and collar bone, his other hand's thumb rubbing gentle circles into one of your wrists that is beginning to show signs of bruising. The anger is gone, his usual tenderness returned.

"Yes," you smile, clinging to him, still feeling a little dizzy and lightheaded from your thunderous orgasm, your lips brush his knuckles, kissing them, "Are you okay? I'm really sorry you had to see that, I promise I wasn't doing it on purpose."

He frowns, holding you closer in his arms, "I know, I should've known better, seen the signs more clearly. I let my jealousy get the best of me, I'm sorry..."

You gently kiss him again, "I forgive you too."

He turns to you, starry eyes blue and calm like the early morning ocean - supernova heat long gone. He gives you a brief smile and tenderly strokes the side of your face.

"Let me make it up to you."

You smile back once more, giggling in post-coital giddiness, "And how are you going to do that?"

He rises out of bed, his clothing suddenly conjured back onto his form. For as many times as you've seen him do it it never fails to take you by surprise.

"Should I get dressed?" You ask, stretching your aching limbs, "Where are we going?"

There's a twinkle in his eye and a rare smirk on his lips as he kneels by the side of the bed and gathers you up into his arms, "No need, where we're going you won't need clothes."

A moment later and the two of you are encased in swirling sand. You cling to him in shock as you feel a pull and sudden whiplash into another space. It's over rather quickly as you realize he's teleported you to his palace in The Dreaming. You are wrapped in the safety of his cloak, but are horrified by just how vulnerable you feel being naked in his throne room.

"Morpheus, I don't have any clothes on, what if someone sees!" You whine, burying your face in the side of his neck.

He chuckles, amused at your worry, as he begins to walk through the halls, "No one will see you dear one, I won't allow it. You'll be perfectly safe in my chambers. I intend to make good on my promise and lavish you with all of the attention you deserve."

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that," you purr, nuzzling and nipping at his jaw, "I think I still have some making up to do myself, Your Majesty."

"I believe that you do," he whispers, sending chills down your spine, "So, you would like to be my pet, would you?"

You blush, face crimson, the tips of your ears burning hot. You hide your face in the crook of his neck once more, shame and arousal mixing and bubbling up to the surface again.

"Yes...yes I would like to try that out, if you want..." You whisper back, breathless, heart thrumming in your ears and throat and pussy.

"Hmmm," he hums, seemingly delighted, as he pushes open the door to his personal living quarters, and lays you down on his bed, "I like the sound of that."

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman #fanfiction #self insert #reader x #the sandman comics #the sandman live action #I posted this a long time ago and was trying to edit it to my masterlist and accidentally deleted it

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blitzosblog · 1 year

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Serendipity - S•R

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Rating: 18+

Summary: The team go to New Orleans for a case and Spencer is paired with a local officer, the two end up getting closer to one another than they'd thought. (This is a mini one shot)

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, fingering, oral (male receiving), Semi-public.

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Your back hit the wall as Spencer lips moved against yours quickly, his hand sliding up your shirt, his other making its way down your body.

You both found yourselves in your office, the lights low, shallow breathes and grunts filling the room.

"Is this okay?" He asked as his hand was placed on your stomach.

"God yes" You replied, he smirked down at you, slipping his hand into your underwear, fingers entering you slowly, you moaned lowly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth, he pushed another finger inside you and began pushing at a steady pace.

"Fuck spencer, please go faster" You begged and of course he complied, his fingers moving faster, you gripped his hand as you climax neared, you could feel yourself tightening around his digits.

"Spence-" You began, he picked up his pace, lips now attached to your neck.

"Go on" He whispered to you, you leaned your head back and moaned silently as you hit your high, Spencers fingers slowing down as he helped you through your high, your breathing slowed as you smiled at him.

"Your turn" You said, your hands going to his shoulders pushing him back into the chair behind him, you fell to your knees, eyes locked with his, your hands made their way to his zipper, slowly dragging it down, taking his hardening member into your hands.

"Y/N you don't have to do this" He whispered.

"I want to, just sit back and enjoy" You said smiling before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue round as you wrapped your hand round the remainder of his length, bobbing your head up and down, Spencer's hand finding its way into your hair, he moaned and bucked into your mouth, you moaned around him, taking him in deeper.

Your hand sped up as Spencer's grunts became louder, his thighs shook slightly, his grip tightened and you knew he was close, your hand moved along with your mouth, tongue sliding up and down his underside, he held you close as he realised into your mouth, you slowly sat back swallowing and looking up at him.

His chest moved up and down quickly, tucking himself back into his pants, you stood, straightening out your clothing.

Spencer stood from the chair, approaching you, he pulled you close as your lips connected with one another again.

"That was amazing" He said as your lips parted, you looked into his eyes as he drew circles on your back.

"Thanks your not so bad yourself."

"I would love to carry this on but I think a first date is in order" He proposed to you, a awkward smile etching its way across his face.

"I would love that Dr Reid, but for now I think we should get back to the team don't you" You replied, he let out a little laugh at your comment, he went back to your door opening it for you, you smiled at him before leaving the office.

The two of you couldn't stop smiling the rest of the day.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid #reader x #x you #fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #matthew gray gubler x you #matthewgraygublersmut #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler smut #matthewgraygubler

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theredofoctober · 7 months

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BONUS MANNA CONTENT

Between writing chapters I may drop fragments of 'Little One's diaries regarding her captivity under Will and Hannibal. Chronologically out of order

Characters: Reader or Little One (OC)/Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

TW: eating disorders, noncon, kidnapping

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HYPHAE

Dear Diary,

What I write upon your pages are simplicities that my forced fathers cannot in even their most metaphotical wanderings interpret as bile against them: 'I felt pretty lonely today, 'I miss my mom', so juvenile as to be the soft-lobed youth that they would have me be.

It's in my thoughts alone that I pen more elaborate entries, the ones in which my words are the poison I would pour into the ear of either man that holds me over enduring the degradation of their obsessive love.

For I believe that they do love me, now, if only as handfasted couples do the ribbon that braids their hands as one. They love me for how well the wax of me moulds to their projection, my blood and bones and soul remade as the bitch pup to two ravenous dogs.

The more I acknowledge their hunger the more I salivate to cast a bone to their growling want to see them eat it from any floor that I choose, froth-lipped and pathetic in their need to chase the luminous ecstasy of understanding one another through me. Yet they are beginning to see past themselves and into me, now, into my rankled and miserable heart, into the hurt under the hunger, and the girl that needs them.

There was a night I crawled almost willing into Will's lap just to see him stiffen and start, his voice low as he mumbled my name, rigid as a headstone against me as I put my lips to his, taking where he has taken, wanting the same spark of power that he has struck from me with matchlike sureness.

Saliva joined us, in its looped strands; my tongue linked through his in my novice's thievery, and he kissed me back until he remembered my place.

"One," he said, setting me sternly and gently back on my feet again. "No. You know the rules."

With Hannibal, it had been different. I was pressed against the wall before him, having attempted to steal from the pantry again.

"You're bold tonight, little one," he'd murmured, against my ear, and there had been a charge to the words that been different from his patronising cruelty.

I'd felt a woman, for the first time in his presence, and I still don't understand the passion of euphoria that then emerged from that acknowledgement.

God, I hated him more for it, though, seethed even as I ground my body back against him until he chuckled low in his throat, amused by my attempts to seize the reigns of this charging animal that had reared to shatter the frost between us.

"No, little one," he said, an echo of Will, yet in such a dusky and humorous tone that the words were entirely dissimilar to their first invocation in that same room. "You can only play at dominance as a cub claws a lion: the attempt is humorous, yet no power is gained through the act. I advise you to be careful. This feigned courage is an enticing revelation of weakness: you bite when your strength begins to die, but Will and I bite harder."

He crossed my arms at my back by the elbows, seaming himself to me so that his lean chest and hard cock were stern to my sulking recoil.

"What pretty teeth you bare," said Hannibal, stroking my jaw up to the join of my sneering lips. "Still, you cannot steal from me and evade reprimand."

Again I arced my body back into his evident interest, and suddenly his hand was at my throat, throttling me of air as he dragged me upright to the points of my toes. The act required little effort from him; as always, he was calm, only breathing a touch more harshly than before, a short, excited shallow of the chest that agitated me all the more in the knowledge that he liked that I was challenging him.

Till then, I hadn't understood that they wanted me to fight them, he and his lover; I thought they'd sought for assimilated submission, knees spread, tongue flat to take the wafer of their violence. I felt particularly in the amorous tension of Dr Lecter at my arced spine that he enjoyed my stupid struggle, the wriggling of a hunted sow that knows its end is with the butcher.

I stilled, then, refusing him his exhilaration, and he hummed in quiet laughter, twisting me in his grip to kiss my rigid mouth until it opened to his savouring tongue

"Please don't," I whined, between his caresses; he pinned my arms above my head and looked down at me in a near paternal affection.

"You would rather be left alone? Unbesmirched even as you writhe, warm, and burning for a talented hand to beckon you to climax in your quiet bed?"

I knew how easily he could break my body to sugared sunlight with his sensual learning.

Still I resisted him, and he let me free only to announce how I would pay for my rejection.

Diary, something has changed between me and those devils. I understand now how it is that they wage war, and though I am an enemy, there may, at times, be hours of ceasefire between us.

#ao3 writer #manna fic #hannibal fic #yandere hannibal lecter #yandere will graham #tw eating disorders #darkfic writer #reader x #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham

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arisa-doii · 4 months

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Giyuu Tomioka x Reader

The last thing I could remember of my past was the agony I faced. My mothers happy smile wasn't there, instead it had faded. I could see my siblings in the far corner ripped limbs and all. That day I wasn't home, I had went out with my friends that evening and when I saw blood that is when everything went into a blur.

I stood there nothing to say. I couldn't breathe. My lungs collapsed on itself. while I was panicking I could see a figure in another room. Once I had noticed it, it had noticed me. I pounced at my face and. I can't remember much after that.

Somehow, I ended up in this weird abandoned building, no people and no signs of life. It was creepy, the hallways were dark, eerie and I could almost hear someone call out to me. I could hear water droplets slowly dripping.

I walked around the building almost taking in the air. The air smelt almost as if something was burning or rotting...Suddenly I could hear footsteps behind me. Something attacked me quick...

I woke in a gasp, while sweating. I was in a unfamiliar room. The sun was beaming down on me and was straining my eyes. A sudden hit of pain shot through my whole body. I looked down at myself and I could see bandages all over.

I was confused. Where is this place? I thought to myself. Behind me I could hear a door open. I shot my body around to see who had opened it. It was a good looking man, quite tall and has thick black silky hair, tied up. His face had a nonchalant expression, but I could tell he was kind hearted.

He walked up to me, put his hand on my forehead and asked.

"Are you okay?"

#giyuu x reader #demon slayer #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #reader x #angst?#a bit of fluff

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sindumpster · 8 months

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Say It With Me

[ReaderXJake Drabble]

CW: mass vore and overstuffing, implied digestion/fatal, indigestion, minor belching, lots of teasing, and a fat dragon

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You smirk as you rest atop the dragon’s massively bloated midsection. Your eyes glide momentarily to the carnage around you. What was previously was a busy buffet is in complete disarray. All the buffet tables are empty, effectively cleaned out; some have been ripped out and destroyed. And there’s a distinct lack of people. The place was thronging with customers when you arrived, but now they’re gone.

Well, technically they’re still here, you muse, and smack the side of Jake’s towering gut. The view from up here is quite nice actually. You can nearly reach the ceiling if you stood, and you have a nice front row seat to the dragon’s digestive misery, far from his reach. Not that you think he’d try, from the way he groans, and his stomach churns and whines in pain beneath you. A loud, long, gurgling belch only adds credence to your suspicions.

“You know…” You lean forwards to face him. “I’d hate to tell you I told you so, but~” You smack the side of the dragon’s gut again. Harder this time. The massive tanks rumbles its complaints beneath you, and the glutton groans.

“Ughh…shuddup…” He grimaces, not appreciating the rough treatment. “Dun do that...”

“Or what?” Your smirk widens. “You’ll eat me? Add me to all this?” You pat the gurgling dome. “Reach me from all the way down there? Fat chance~”

It’s hard to say if he catches your clever little pun. He groans all the same. “Ughh...whatever...” He brings his hands to his face. Even he knows he can’t win. “Jus’...help me, alright?”

“I dunno...” Admittedly, you’re tempted to give him what he wants. To sink your hands into his rumbling belly. Feel it churn under your hands as you massage it, helping his overtaxed stomach digest his ridiculous feast. But then again, you have a rare opportunity to milk the situation. To tease him. Relentlessly. Without repercussion. “I think I might need some magic words~”

You’re grinning now. For whatever reason, Jake hates polite words. Much less asking for anything, or showing gratitude, when he can just take it. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ are usually far outside his repertoire.

And yet, disappointingly, he gives in immediately. “P-UoRp...please...”

You’re not surprised though. You’re clever enough to know when the dragon is down. When he’ll relinquish that control. You planned for this outcome. “Hmmm no. I don’t think that’s enough~” You snicker sadistically. “I need words, Jake. How about...‘I’m a moron’~”

Green eyes stare at you, and his brows knit it into a glare. You can see the gears in his head turning, but he says nothing.

“Go on. Say it.” You coax. Your finger mindlessly draws little circles on the surface of his gut. “Just three little words.”

You don’t need to look at him, you can feel the daggers he’s staring into you.

“......I hate you...”

“Oooh, so close! You got three words down,” your voice oozes with smugness as you coo at him. Patronizing him like the misbehaving toddler he is. “Come on. Let’s try that again~”

You can see the confliction on his face. Oh, the dilemma he must be having! The poor, poor (not so) little egotist, having to admit to a personal flaw. That he, once again, did something rash. And stupid. Oh the indignity!

Yet again, he says nothing. But you can sense him wavering. Only one more strike, and this petty victory will be yours.

“Here, I’ll help~” You face the overstuffed dragon once more, grinning.

“Say it with me…”

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cyborg-franky · 9 months

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Hi Franky,

May I please have for a Rum and Coke with a wedge of lime and cocktail umbrella with Jabra?

Thanks,

Bookwyrm

P.S. Rum and Coke with lime is a Cuba Libre and they're a realy good simple cocktail

I knew there wa a cocktail like this but my brain kept going 'haha no just rum and coke' I clearly need to drink more haha.

Jabra X GN Reader SFW wish some hints of N/SFW [suggestive I guess] WC: 500

You’d never been to a club like this before, something a friend had told you about and it tickled your interest enough to pay the price at the door and slink in with your friend who was now nowhere to be seen, off in the shadows hitting on men you guessed.

That was fine, after all, that’s what this sort of place was for. You would never have considered stepping foot somewhere like this once upon a time but you’d been single longer than you’d have liked and there came certain itches when it came to being single.

Such as company being hit on, flirted with, all those butterfly-inducing feelings that made things tingle and buzz made your palms sweaty, and the little hairs on the back of your neck prickle in the best way—the excitement of the chase.

You stood at the bar sipping your rum and coke, looking around the place. Not what you'd have expected, you would have thought it would be dirty and smelly in a club like this one but it wasn’t. Everything looked like an upscale nightclub.

Silvers, blacks, and a deep red all around you. You took another sip of your drink, eyes roaming the walls, the various decor catching your eye before you saw a man with a wolfish smirk on his face meet your eye. He quirked a brow and without any signal, he sauntered over, hands in his pockets as he sized you up.

You felt like he was going to eat you and with a tinge of shame in the back of your mind, that thought excited you. Trying to play it cool as the man leaned next to you at the bar you nodded a greeting to him.

“Looking for some company?” He asked, the grin growing larger, showing off more teeth as he stared down that handsome nose at you. You liked he was taller, even with the slouch in his posture.

“Maybe, I’m just looking around, getting a feel of the place.” “Ah first time, I get you, I get you. I managed to drag my friend out tonight too.” Jabra jerked his chin toward another handsome man, tall, lean, straight black hair.

Your eyes widened when you noticed he’d been watching the interaction between you and Jabra. He walked over, far less cocky in his swagger than the man with his arm around your shoulder now.

“This is Lucci and I’m Jabra, this is his first time here too, maybe we could all have some fun huh?”

Well, this wasn’t expected nor hated… you’d wanted to get someone halfway cutes attention and now you were being offered all sorts of fun situations by not one but TWO handsome men. You downed your drink and set the empty glass down.

“Maybe after another drink hmm?” You batted your eyelashes and Jabra chuckled, clicking his fingers to get the bartender's attention.

This was going to be one hell of a night to talk about with your friends...

#lucci x reader #suggestive #mature-ish #gender neutral reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece x yn #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #one piece x yourname #one piece scenarios #reader x #jabra one piece #jabra x lucci x reader #jabra x you #jabra x yn #jabra x yourname #jabra op x reader #jabra x reader x lucci

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tinandabin · 2 years

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Muzan x reader that is far better then him in anyway like power? Stronger money? Richer beauty? Beautifuler height? 6,4 😭

WITH A READER WHO IS BETTER THAN MUZAN IN ALL ASPECTS? YESSIR. SOMEONE NEEDS TO TONE DOWN MUZAN'S ATTITUDE, AND IT'S GONNA BE READER WHO WILL DO THAT SHIT AND NOT DIE. I APPLAUSE YOU, DEAREST READER.

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• Muzan would at first absolutely hate you and try to kill you on the spot, like, no, he is the only one supposed to be perfect, NOT YOU.

• But oh boy, when he realizes that you are even STRONGER than him meaning he can't even kill you, man is he infuriated

• Like, NO, you simply cannot be that perfect? And the fact you aren't even a fucking demon? A measly, puny, weak wait no- human is better than him? In all aspects? And to add some more spice to that, you aren't even putting any effort in being THAT perfect? Like, you are just naturally that good.

• So when he realises he can't kill you, I guess it's time that he tries to court you, because obviously, he won't find someone as perfect as you in a lifetime, and he is also perfect! He strives for perfection, what better than having another perfect person to be his significant other? Ignoring the fact that you are better than him.

• There comes the wooing, from diamond-encrusted kimonos to gold jewellery worth his whole life's savings. ( just kidding lmao. )

• But you already have all that. So it doesn't impress you.

• And well, he has to oh so sadly not try to impress you with expensive shit.

• So he takes you on simple yet gorgeous dates. I mean you, a person who has everything someone could ask for, would surely appreciate some small, nice, simple moments that they haven't experienced in their wealthy and busy life?

• And you do! So Muzan takes you on more dates like these, giving you now small gifts which truly so speak more than the expensive gifts he was giving earlier. Whether it be a bouquet of daisies or red tulips or even a home-baked cake of your favourite flavour. ( Muzan is the fucking best cook, not better than you of course. )

• If Muzan was honest, he too enjoys these small moments with you, who would have thought he would have fallen in love with a human?

• So, when he decides to finally propose to you after being together for quite a long time, in a field of flowers, ( at night duh ) you definitely accept.

• The wedding was extravagant, because Muzan wanted everyone to know that you are now officially taken.

• Of course, you didn't mind, this is a special occasion, for the both of you, so you would too like this to be extra special.

• And he probably turns you into a demon too, I mean, he had to kind of convince you to be a demon because he can't do it without your will.

• All in all, if this isn't yandere, it would be a really cute relationship. 10/10.

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#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #x reader #reader x muzan #reader x muzan kibutsuji #reader x

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silcoitus · 3 months

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Practice & Patience Part 3

Rating: Explicit—Minors DNI

Part 1 | Part 2

Silco x f!reader, soft Silco, Smut, virgin!reader, insecure reader, first time, cunnilingus, fingering, handjob, loss of virginity, pinv sex, possessive Silco, cockwarming

Word count: 3k

You awaken in Silco's bed and one thing leads to another

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A/N: I haven't decided if I'm done with this or not lololol

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 2 months

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Comforting Alucard

Hello hello! It's been a minute since I've written for Alucard but I said before I'll always have a soft spot for him. Here's just some nice reverse comfort with him. I hope you enjoy

It's not uncommon for Alucard to have a bad day, sometimes memories from many years ago will haunt his dreams or something happens while on the field that leaves him feeling uncomfortable in his own skin. It's never pleasant but it is sadly normal a thing that you've seen time and time again since joining the Hellsing organization but after you opened up to each other things have changed. On days where things become too much for Alucard to bear he now comes to you. Silent at the start, standing in the shadows of the room just watching you. Soon enough though he seeks out your close comfort. Here's how.

As said before in the beginning Alucard just watches you, this may seem threatening but really he just finds it calming to see you going about your day

You have to approach him first otherwise he'd never say anything about his feelings

The first time you do it Alucard takes it as an invitation, a sign that you are safe and that you care about him fully, he latches on and never plans to let go after that

From leaning into your space and pulling you close for a hug to asking you to have a meal with him while you tell him about your day

It's never anything big, in these moments of vulnerability Alucard does not want to take up space, the shadows are a comfort and you touch keeps him grounded

Morning comes and normally this is where you would part ways but on days like this you and Alucard can simply relax it doesn't matter if you choose to rest with him or just existed within the same room

The fact that you stay is enough to put his mind at ease and anything extra just gives him more reason to love you

Just like that the day passes, it's easy with you, he feels seen and that's better than before, he knows these feelings won't just vanish the guilt and pain he feels will stick with him but with you beside him Alucard thinks it might not be that bad

" Thank you my love. For everything, from now till the end of time I'm glad you chose me."

And that's a wrap! This took me longer than I wanted but I'm glad I got it done. To all those Alucard fans, I hope you enjoyed it. Next up is a proper request from someone so please look forward to it. With that, have a good night or day. ~ Lilly

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Headcaase's Fanfiction Masterlist~

One Piece:

Ecstasy Chapter 1

Ecstasy Chapter 2

Mihawk/Shanks/Reader

Shanks and Mihawk take you out to the bar for your birthday. They slip a little something in your drink as a present and lavish you with attention. Happy birthday to you!

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Suck

Mihawk/Shanks/Reader

You and Shanks bend to Mihawk’s will and service him together.

Inspired by the song Suck by Nine Inch Nails.

The Sandman:

Lucidity

Morpheus/Reader

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"𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖, 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥"

Pʜɪʟʟɪᴘ Gʀᴀᴠᴇs 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑓𝑢𝑙, Flirty, a little Fluff, Romance, Sexual reference and a slight bit of Smut but it doesn't go into detail too much. short Fic story with the Reader.( Phillip graves X Reader )

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 141 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑚, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝. 𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑈𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.

𝑆𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑌/𝑁 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒 141 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝐻𝑒 𝐻𝐴𝐷 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ.

𝑆𝑜, 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑎, 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠 "Wʜɪsᴋᴇʏ Nᴇᴀᴛ. Fᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ. OH! ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴜᴛs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ" 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢. "𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑒" 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘. 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦. "𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑝 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒" 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛.

"𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡" ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢. "𝑌𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑒.. 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠. 𝑊𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑀𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟" 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑦𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑁𝑢𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒. "𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝐵𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑟. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟" 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑑'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝, 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒. "𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑦.. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜"

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.. 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑡.

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑝. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑆𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠.

"𝘐'𝘔 𝘏𝘖𝘛 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘊𝘒 𝘐𝘛 𝘈𝘕𝘋 ��𝘌𝘌"

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑤𝑟 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝐸/𝐶 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 "𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝐹 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟. 𝐼𝐹 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒" 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜.

"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑡?" 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟'𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑. "𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛!" 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝘪𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑡. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡.

𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰!?

𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝐴𝐶𝑇𝑈𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝑌𝑜u 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙.

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡? 𝐶𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑜?" 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑇𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐻𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑠.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠. "𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒.. 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑝" 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘

𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑣𝑒.

🎶 "𝖨 𝖦𝖮𝖳 𝖠 𝖥𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖥 1003! 𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖢𝖪 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖲𝖤𝖤. 𝖨"𝖬 𝖧𝖮𝖳 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖣𝖤𝖣" 🎶

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑚𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. "𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑝? 𝐶𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒?" 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟. "𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠." 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑢𝑝, 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝐵𝐼𝐺 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑚. 𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝑇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐻𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑. 𝑆𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟.

𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨!?

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.

𝐴 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘. 𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑖𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘.

𝐴 𝑚𝑜𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑. "𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠...𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡.." 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. '𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑝!" 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐻𝑖𝑚.

𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑎𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝. 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢. 𝑆𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚. "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑀𝑒. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤-" 𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐼𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟'𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝐺𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒. "𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑝..." 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦..𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛" 𝐻𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. "𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑀𝑒.." 𝐻𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑑, 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. "𝑓𝑓𝑢𝑢𝑐𝑘..." 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑑. "𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑀𝑒 𝑡𝑜" 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦. "𝑆ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑..." 𝐻𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑑. "𝑂ℎ 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑖'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡" ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐺𝑟𝑖𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒. 𝑆𝑜, 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐴𝑠 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘. 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑. "𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑢𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑛"

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑠. ��𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠.

"𝑂𝑜𝑜𝑜ℎ! 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑝...𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑠.."

"𝑈ℎℎ..𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒"

"𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑡. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦.. 𝑓𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑘...𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑠" 𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡.

𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑖𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑔𝑜.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐴𝐶𝑇𝑈𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢.

𝑆𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑒'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐻𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑌/𝑁 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑦𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝. "𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒" 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑.

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