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peachypinkygloss · 8 months

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call me tomorrow — jjk

Jungkook takes more and more place in your mind as you still wonder if he has a place in your life. You try to find an answer, but fucking him in his car might not be the best way to find out.

☼ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

☼ genre: strangers to fwb to lovers, summer break au, university au, smut

☼ word count: 3.5k

☼ warnings: alcohol consumption, another party (am i unoriginal? yes), they're hornyyyy, don't think too much about the drama it's nothing 👀, car sex, unprotected sex & oral sex, tits play, brief face fucking, blowjob, cum eating, cum play (well yes again).

a.n.: happy bday to jk!! as promised, here's my gift for you guys 🫶🏻

You're looking through the big window in the living room, perched over the sofa, chin resting on your open palm. You're watching Jungkook working, following your father's instructions.

It's sunny today, so the temperature is really hot, not a great weather to be outside, honestly.

"You should bring him some fresh lemonade." You hear your mother tell you from the kitchen, clearly seeing that you're gawking at the cute guy mowing the lawn. You're not super subtle about it to say the least.

You turn around and sit on the sofa on your butt instead of on your knees. Since the kitchen opens on the living room, you can see your mother filling up a glass with the lemonade she just made.

"He deserves it, don't you think?" She questions and you glimpse at him again, noticing he's almost finished with the backyard. You look back at your mom, squinting your eyes at her, wondering what she's trying to do.

Even though you don't know what she has in mind, you have to agree with her.

That's how you find yourself walking up to him, halting in the middle of your way because he offers you a stunning view of his muscles. He stops the mower from moving and uses his right hand to lift up his white t-shirt, wiping his forehead and neck with the hem, showing off his abs at the same time.

His skin glows under the sunlight, the tattoos adorning his arm making the entire scene look so sinful. This guy is ripped and you ask yourself if you'll be able to find your sanity after that.

You have a flashback of him between your legs, fingering you until orgasm. You feel your face heating up, but you shake your head and quickly find your senses again.

You're just bringing lemonade so he can ease his dried throat a little bit. That's what you tell yourself, but you know you secretly have ulterior motives.

He notices you when he lets go of his t-shirt, his eyebrows raising as he watches you walking up to him.

"My mom thought you might be a little thirsty," you explain as you hand him the glass of lemonade, some droplets of water trickling over your fingers.

He smiles, taking the drink, his fingers brushing against yours. "Thanks." He brings the glass to his lips, swallowing the fresh lemonade down his throat. His Adam's apple bobs as he does so and you have to look away to not melt down at the sight.

He hands you the now empty glass back, having drunk the whole thing in one shot. He really was thirsty.

You tap your nails against the glass as you look at each other, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you think about what you should tell him.

He did call you after your pretty incredible hook-up a few days ago. He's a man of his words, unlike you. That's a good reason to give him a chance, right? It's not like the men in your life have been really honest so far.

When you look at him, you really don't think he would hurt a soul and surely not yours. When you remember how his eyes were glancing at your naked body, how soft they were, like he truly had no intention of letting you go one day.

You wonder if really the bad guy might be you. If there has to be one, anyway. But if someone would have to be hurt, it'd probably be him.

You check if your father's around, but you don't see him. You pull on Jungkook's arm, bringing his ear close to your mouth. "Meet me in my room after. My mom will be out," you whisper and back away to look at his face.

He looks surprised, but he nods his head nonetheless. "Okay," he agrees, not so difficult to convince. Especially if it concerns you.

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As you're waiting on your bed, mindlessly scrolling on instagram, you finally hear a knock on your door. You jump on your feet and rush to the door. You take a big breath and open it, butterflies flapping their wings in your belly when you see Jungkook's adorable face.

"Hey," he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Hi," you smile and bring him inside your bedroom by pulling on his arm.

You close the door behind you and when you turn around his eyes are already on you, the corners of his lips lifted up in a toothy smile. You exhale through your nose, wondering how this guy can be so good-looking and end up working in your backyard.

"Cool room," he says while looking around, seeing the small — but growing — collection of purses you have as well as your bookcase, mostly filled with books you still haven't read.

"Thanks," you respond, walking up to him as he's still observing every corner of your room. You grab his hand, pleasantly bigger and warmer than yours, and make him face you. "I have other plans than looking at my room, though," you grin.

"Oh, yeah?" He mirrors the smile on your face, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth to refrain the smirk on his face from growing larger.

"Yeah..." You lay your palm on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss you've been thrilled to finally give him.

You look him in the eye as you slowly drop down to your knees, Jungkook's breath itching when he sees you kneeling for him. "You don't have to, really..."

You place your hands on his thighs and raise your head to lay your eyes on him, smirking. "You hurt your knees for me, Kook. It's my turn," you say confidently, dragging the fly of his shorts down and popping out the button.

Jungkook can't help but grin, helping you with his shorts, pulling them down under his butt. You palm him over his boxers and you're happy to feel him again, big and stiff; how you like it.

He extends his arm to pat your hair, taking a hold of your chin and making you look at him. His thumb gently strokes your cheek, then delicately passes over your bottom lip, parting your lips from each other.

You kiss his digit, a beautiful smile forming on his lips. His piercings slightly glint under the dim light of your bedroom, his pink tongue coming to toy with them.

He brings his thumb to his mouth and kisses it too, approaching it again to your own mouth, pressing his finger down on your lips. You giggle, not expecting this silly gesture to make so many butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You really don't need him to act all lovely when you're about to suck him off. But you kind of enjoy it, you won't lie.

You focus back on his crotch, tugging down his boxers to free his cock from his briefs. It springs out instantly, so excited to see you, twitching vigorously.

"Happy to see me?" You grin, shifting yourself a little bit closer. You caress his whole erection with your hand, fingers parted as you go all the way up to his leaking tip.

Jungkook has this undying smile on his face while he looks down at you, his hand placed on your head. "You don't get enough of me, do you?" He responds by asking a different question, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"Never," you flirt, whispering slowly, a smirk tugging on your lips.

Arriving at his head, you wrap your hand around him, feeling how warm and engorged he is under your palm. You lean forward and direct the tip to your mouth, kissing it tenderly. You smear his pre-cum on your lips, licking them after, the taste of him lingering on your tongue.

"Shit," he curses, watching you do the filthiest things to him. "I'll never get enough of you either," he says under his breath, sounding like a promise and you know Jungkook sticks to his words.

You don't think it means much, so you lick the underside of him, starting to his balls and going up to his glistening tip. You finally take him in your mouth, lips enveloping his beautiful, bulbous head.

You gradually sink down, his hard cock entering your mouth inch by inch. You know he doesn't want you to take too much, himself being very aware that his size can sometimes be problematic, but you really don't care.

Your tongue rolling over his meaty length feels good, weighing down on your pink muscle while twitching avidly makes waves of heat go to your core, igniting a whole fire in your belly.

Jungkook deserves it, he deserves to get his cock sucked by you. Only by you.

You look up at him with teary eyes, holding the base of his cock with your right hand while the other lays on your lap. His gaze is already on you, observing how his fat cock fits in your little mouth, stretching it out at a point it hurts a bit.

You bat your eyelashes at him, gulping him whole until your nose touches the patch of hair on his pubis. "You're so fucking greedy," he rasps out and frowns his eyebrows, his fingers tangling in your hair. His knuckles turn slightly white at how tight he holds it.

You pull out til you only have his wet tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and eliciting cute, little groans from Jungkook. You sink down again, your lips smoothly sliding over his big cock since he's completely covered in your saliva.

You then start bobbing your head over him, just taking what you can in your mouth as you stroke the rest that can't fit. "Holy fuck," he curses, literally in heaven getting his dick sucked by the girl he's deeply attracted to.

You swallow, your throat contracting around him. You play with his balls a bit, gently fumbling them in your warm and soft palms. Jungkook sweetly moans, eyes fluttering shut as his head rolls back on his shoulders.

Your heart swells at the view, palpitating at how good he looks, veins pulsing out along his tattooed arm and shiny black bangs covering his forehead.

You eagerly bounce your head over his hard cock, only desiring to make him cum in your mouth, wanting to have his salty taste lingering on your tongue again.

You realize how much you missed that — him, his touch, his voice. If only you could admit it...

"Oh, baby," he sighs, eyelids slowly opening to look back at you, lips wrapped around his pulsing erection and spit dripping down your chin. "Feels so fucking good, I'm close..." He announces in a shaky voice, thighs flexing as he fights to not cum on the spot.

You love to hear that, proud of yourself for making him feel good. It's honestly the only thing you wish for right now; to be the one to take care of him — in a sexual way, but maybe, potentially also in a more meaningful way.

It's right when you thought you had him in control that he cups your face, one hand on each side of your head, and starts face fucking you. You're surprised, but your pussy is literally mewling, loving how Jungkook isn't scared to manhandle you.

You relax your jaw and lay your palms down on his thighs, feeling how tense his muscles are. You let him use you like he wants, thrusting his cock in your mouth as if you're just a sex toy; a fleshlight for him to use.

You gag around him, but he doesn't stop and you clearly don't want him to. More drool falls from the corners of your mouth, making a huge mess on you.

He thrusts in your mouth a last time before he steadies his hips, holding your head in place over his cock, nose brushing against his pelvis.

"Oh, fuck..." He moans, eyes strained down where your two bodies connect. "Mmmh." His erection twitches and he releases himself in the warmth of your mouth.

Ropes of cum spurt out of his swollen tip, tasting salty on your tongue. Jungkook lazily and slowly guides your head over his cock to milk himself dry, getting down from his high.

He then pulls out and you stick your tongue, eagerly waiting for more. He squeezes his dick, little white beads falling on your awaiting pink muscle. He groans, finding your obsession with his cum quite arousing.

He lewdly taps the head of his cock on your wet tongue, circling your lips with it when you purses them out. He spreads some of his cum on them and you can't help but kiss his beautiful tip as if to say thank you.

You giggle after, licking your lips clean. You get up on your feet, rearranging your hair since Jungkook pretty much ruined them by gripping them tightly earlier. He stuffs himself back in his shorts, pulling up the zipper.

You expect him to leave, but he stays in front of you instead.

"There's a party tomorrow night," he begins a bit shyly, looking away from your face and your raised eyebrows. "Was wondering if you'd come with me," he suggests, a smile tugging on his pink lips.

That's not something you thought he'd ever ask you, but it doesn't displease you at all. It sounds fun going to a party with him. Doing something normal, hanging out and just being yourselves.

"Uh, yeah, okay," you smile back, accepting his proposition.

He nods his head at your response. "Great, well, call me tomorrow when you're ready. I'll pick you up."

"I'll do that," you chuckle.

He doesn't seem to want to leave and even though you kind of don't want him to either, he can't stay in your room longer. So you gently push him back to the door, opening it to let him go.

"Please," he says before you can kick him out. "Promise me?"

You feel bad a tad bit, remembering what you did the last time he asked you to call him. But you know you won't do that again.

"I promise," you confirm, looking into his eyes. He grins, satisfied by your answer and leans in to steal you a kiss. You push on his chest, laughing as he whines from the loss of your lips against him. "Go, now."

So he does, reluctantly, but he's confident you won't ghost him this time.

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"Yes, yes, please, more," you beg in the crook of Jungkook's neck, your breath tickling his smooth skin.

He circles your entrance with the tip of his cock, turning you crazy and making you mewl loudly. Your arms are wrapped around his strong shoulders, your crop-top just pulled over your chest to free your boobs.

Your moans are very loud and it's evident that anyone passing by will easily guess what you two are doing in Jungkook's car. The windows are fogged up and many traces of hands are visible.

There's not a lot of place in the vehicle, but you work with it, too horny to just get in the back or wait to get home to finally fuck. He consumes you entirely and your brain can't think properly about anything. All you can think about is the head of his dick entering and exiting your quivering hole.

"Yeah? Like that?" He groans, holding his cock at the base and moving it in circles inside of you.

It stimulates so many nerves at the entrance of your pussy, your eyes rolling back in your skull. You move your hips up and down as well, just a bit so his tip can stretch you out and tease your wet cunt.

"Yes! Fuck, Kook," you whimper, his free hand groping one of your asscheeks, making it bounce.

You lean on his large shoulders, nails digging into the flesh of his back, leaving red marks and crescent forms behind. Your tits are squished against his chest, your hardened nipples brushing against the material of his white t-shirt.

You won't lie that you're a little bit tipsy, but you're sober enough to feel the pad of his fingers sinking into the fat of your hips, holding them up tightly over his hard cock.

Jungkook's pupils are blown out you notice and his eyes don't leave your face, just shifting down to your pussy occasionally. Most of the time, he's staring at you, telling himself how irresistible you are and how fucking hot it is to hear you scream his name.

After some time, you decide to sit down, slowly sinking his cock into your soppy pussy. You gasp when his whole length is deeply nestled in you, walls clasping around him repeatedly.

"Oh, god," Jungkook sighs, throwing his head back against the car seat. "You're so fucking tight," he grits his teeth, gripping your hips and guiding them on his lap.

You whine weakly in response, throwing your own head back and showing a clearer view of your breasts to Jungkook. He has your chest right in his face and he moans at the sight, diving his face in your chest.

You pass your fingers through his hair, gripping at his roots as he flicks his tongue over your pebbled nipple. He wraps his lips around your sensitive bud and sucks on it gently while you grind your hips on him.

You move back and forth, the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot so deliciously. So many moans escape your mouth and you only realize now how vocal you are. Truthfully, you know the alcohol has a big influence on you, but you're usually not very loud.

Not a lot of men have made you scream like that before and the fact that Jungkook effortlessly elicits so many moans out of you is so hot.

Your pleasure has such a tight hold over you that you don't think about anything else than Jungkook and his cock thrusting in your pussy. You're like in a trance until knocks on the car's window pop your bubble.

You jump out of surprise, halting the movements of your hips and anxiously looking at Jungkook. The knocks resonate a second time against the window and he has no other choice than to roll it down.

You're still on Jungkook's lap as you both look outside, the head of a guy peeking through the small gap between the window and the car. You frown and cover your breasts with your forearm, confused as to who this person is.

"Tae...?" Jungkook croaks out, squinting his eyes to better see the man outside.

"I want to get the fuck out of here," the guy explains, taking a sip of the beer bottle he's holding. "You owe me a ride." His gaze stays on Jungkook as silence settles between you three until he diverts it to you. "And someone's looking for her."

"What?" You breathe out, frowning even more. "Who?"

"Don't know," he shrugs. "But he looks and sounds like a rich asshole."

You feel a lump in your stomach as you have an idea on who could be looking for you. If it's really who you think it is, then that means the rest of your night is totally ruined.

You roll over to the passenger seat and pull down your crop-top. You wince as you feel your wetness sticking to your inner thighs. You look for your panties, but remember Jungkook hid them in the pocket of his baggy jeans.

"You okay?" He asks his friend, genuinely worried and it should endear you, but right now is not the time to have a deep conversation about their feelings.

You groan out of frustration and perch yourself over Jungkook's body to reach the button to roll the window back up. He doesn't protest and you pull your panties out of his pocket.

You both are quiet as he stuffs his cock back in his boxers, zipping his pants and buttoning them back. You pass your feet through the holes of your underwear and squirm around to slide it back up your legs.

"Who is it?" He breaks the silence, his big eyes meeting your guilty ones.

Leaving him to join another guy. That's really not what you want to do, you want to stay with him, but it's not like you have a choice.

"A friend..." You trail off, unsure if you really can call him a friend. "I'm sorry, I'll... I'll see you, okay?"

He only nods his head, nibbling on his bottom lip. You pout and you can't help but bring him for a kiss. He reciprocates it, but you feel like he's not really convinced. When you pull back you look at him one last time before exiting the car.

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a.n.: we stop here because i want the next part to be in jk's pov. i don't plan on having part 4 out before october/november since i'll be working on something else. so don't ask when i'll post, i've just told you!! if you don't like drama and only want the story to revolve around jk, then you should stop reading now because it's gonna be like that next.

part 1: call me later ☼ part 2: call me soon ☾ part 3: call me tomorrow ☼

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kirqro · 5 days

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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི’ Streamer!Ellie

warnings || none !!

lower case intended

{ I LOVE streamer els :’( }

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who's set up is either a really shitty web cam or top tier. Either way she def takes pride in it !

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who watches shitty reality tv shows on stream and her reactions to the scenes def had a part of her blowing up.

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✮ streamer!ellie ' was really insecure when she was just starting out streaming , like poor baby would tape up her camera up in fear it would randomly turn on ;((

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who after hitting a milestone finally did a face reveal and was shaking in her boots.

She was just yapping to yap lwky.. because of how nervous she is

"So chat are we perhaps rocking with my outfit !"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who fucks around with her soundboard way to much ..

like baby be pushing buttons at the wrong time

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who be fighting with her viewers sometimes..

'@elliesbigfatlefttoe - Ellie why can I SEE your armpit hair peaking out bae..'

SHE SNAPS BACK SOO QUICK

"BIG FAT WHAT? .. The fuck come bite it off for me then weirdo"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who plays a variety of games from Minecraft , Valorant , Roblox , Fortnite [ she gets called dog water by random 10 year olds.. (╥﹏╥) ] a bunch of random horror games and some rpg games.

She also does chill talking streams & random reaction videos.

LMAO SHE DEF READS FANFICS ABT HERSELFF

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who EATS on fashion famous

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✮ streamer!ellie ' gets herself into random ass twitter beef and just takes all the roast she gets by 10 year old arianators..

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✮ streamer!ellie ' is really just a big loser

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who after she blew up needed to introduce you to her stream , or at least make it known shes MARRIED.

ellie randomly drops the gf bomb on everyone on a random thursday stream outta no where..

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It was a pretty chill just chatting stream

when ellie started to give her viewers a ring tour. the pads of her fingers brushed against a certain ring on her left hand . a smirk could be seen adoring ellie's face while she slipped it off and tried to be a lil beauty guru showing the ring off.

up close in action shots as she called it..

"It's a promise ring with the wifey you know !" she said with pride forming inside her chest and a smile falling on her face.

Tik tok and wlw twitter sighed that day..

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who soft launches you and your identity.

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves when you sit in her streaming room with her ! although she tends to get a bit shy knowing your presence is there

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who talks the most shit with you about petty drama in her community ..

"babe you'll never guess who got cancelled .."

before you could even open up your lips to ask her what happened she cut you off in an instant

"bro that dyke abigail , her ex came forward saying she gave her fucking chlamydia.. goodness dirty ass bitch"

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves the way you love her. she can't ever seem to really wrap her mind around the fact that you've really stuck around with her for this long!

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who is wife !!

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Hii bbys I acc had sm fun writing this ! soo again maybe part two ?

Again requests are wide open so pls send some !!

ILYSMM and TYSM for reading !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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daily click for Palestine !!

from the river to the sea Palestine WILL be free!! 🍉

#streamer!ellie #Ellie fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou #ellie williams #TLOU fluff #last of us fic #»-♡→ ‘ Cupid yaps #abby x reader #abby fluff #i love youu

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dovithedarklord · 2 months

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Stucked - Part 4

You're trapped in a game and a new threat is lurking.

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Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Tags: Mentions of death, Mentions of blood and gore, Blood and Violence, Sexual Scenes, Alternate Universe, No use of Y/N, Not Beta Read, AFAB Reader

Trigger Warning: Contains blood and gore, violence, some body horror, and some dubcon (lightly). Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

The story gets more complicated and violent, so be prepared!

I've been watching way too many horror movies again, and I was sick too, so I gathered some firsthand experience for some of the sensations our poor MC has to face. But now I feel much better, can't say the same about her... Well, there's that :D

Have fun! :D

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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The sound of soft laughter fills the walls of the house, painted golden yellow from the fire, and the lingering shadows of your companions loom over the carved wood like nightmarish demons. And with each step, you get closer and closer to the deceptive cheerfulness that unfolds below, which flows like a sick play around the laid table. As if an idyllic moment was snatched from a comedy movie meant for children and families, every minute of which is full of perfectly written laughter and undisturbed joy, but every giggle crawls into your ear canals on the slimy legs of a disgusting maggot, to bury itself in your brain and push you closer to madness with each minute.

You sneak closer to the stairs with careful quietness, unable to take your eyes off the scene unfolding in the middle of the spacious living room, because you're afraid that if you draw attention to yourself sooner than necessary, you won't have a chance to escape. Although the treacherous little voice in your head warns you that all your chances of disappearing from this terrible, artificial world were lost when Simon closed his arms around you.

And you reflexively look for the blond man, and as soon as your strained gaze finds his burly figure sitting at the table, terror envelopes your stomach in an icy grip. Every bit of him is deceptively calm, and he rests next to Johnny in his chair with such careless relaxation as if he always belonged there at the birthday dinner. But you see the waiting danger in his eyes, which makes him look like a wolf killing some time before finally tearing his victim to pieces, who doesn't even know that they willingly laid their neck in his open jaws. And it seems cruel how the two girls engage in a light-hearted conversation with the two men amid wild gesticulations and cozy delight, because you know exactly that each carefree sound that leaves their mouths is a precursor to a painful scream in the dead of the night.

Every member of yours is protesting against going down, and your legs tug you back like leaden weights, as you try to drag your body, heavy with fear, forward. As if with each step, the thread that binds you with weak fingers to the fleeting promise of survival is unraveling a little more. You'll have to go down though. Because if you hide, you risk the wrath of the game. You need information to get a new clue, and if you don't join this miserable charade, you'll lose any chance of finding anything. You have to do it even if every cell of yours screams agonizingly with dread.

The polished wood of the stairs creaks as you slowly descend the steps, and the eyes of the two men fixate on you almost on command, like two hungry vultures before which the delicious meal has finally appeared. And you realize bitterly that it's not so far off from reality, because you're probably only a few hours away from someone quenching their thirst with your still-warm blood after they've hunted you down like an animal.

NO! Enough! You can't think that! Even though this wretched place wants to make it difficult for you to win, you must not let it get its way, because then you'll wither away in this quicksand of raw flesh and screams, stuck in endless suffering. You must not let it win. You won't let it win.

Your determination eases the trembling that shakes your knees wildly, and as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you straighten your back out, because these two bloodthirsty monsters must not see that they were able to plant the seeds of hopelessness in your mind. Even if this bitter feeling has taken root, you should not allow them to find morbid joy in it. Because that would be equal to your defeat.

"The birthday girl is finally here!" Pam exclaims enthusiastically as she turns back to you to look at you, and for a moment her kindness breaks your heart as you let her spring up and lead you to the empty chair at the head of the table with tender, friendly love. You don't deserve a minute of her attention, even if there's nothing real behind it. A fictional creature, whose empty shell is filled with life by the game, just so that it can take this temporary existence away as painfully as possible. But still, as she pushes you down to the chair with a warm smile and squeezes your shoulder excitedly, your throat tightens painfully with pity. You gave up trying to save them a long time ago, you forgot the compassion you felt for them, yet now your brain, overloaded because of the impossible events, allows you for a moment to feel sympathy for them. "The best place belongs to the celebrated!" She chirps, and when she's certain that you've made yourself comfortable, he strolls back to her seat, with such an unworried spring in her step that you recall quite cruelly how quickly this lightness turns into desperate fear as she runs for her life. And despite this sugary-sweet show, it'll happen soon enough.

And even to you, it's strange how the whole dinner scene begins with such familiar movements, even though Simon has intruded on the well-known story as an uninvited guest. And this might be because he only occasionally interjects a short comment into the smooth flow of events, otherwise not disrupting the dialogue that you have already heard torturously many times. If he does answer, the game bends the threads of its own story so smoothly that, in spite of the new change, you end up in exactly the same place where you have always been. And this fills your soul with such fiery hope that suddenly every cell of yours ignites with the wild desire to act, because if the presence of the masked man doesn't lead the story in a completely new direction, then there is a chance that the clues will still be there where they were before you discovered them... And that makes the doubts clinging to your gut seem to withdraw, and you feel that you can finally breathe for the first time since discovering the book.

"It's so nice of Johnny to put together this dinner, isn't it?" Rebecca chimes in, lifting another bite into her mouth with her fork, carrying her gaze around on the myriad of appetizing dishes displayed on the table with real delight. And you tear yourself out of the continuing web of your thoughts with a startled wince, in which you've been immersed far away, already browsing through the series of clues you've found so far. You run your confused eyes through the group at lightning speed, and when you meet the girl's puzzled expression, you reluctantly turn your attention back to them.

"Yeah... It's very nice of him." You blurt out your scripted, well-rehearsed dialogue, and although your tongue almost goes numb under the weight of the lie, you’re able to force the faint line of an authentic-looking smile on your mouth.

Although everyone seems to calm down, you see sparks of interest in Simon's eyes. And as you carefully look at him and your gaze intertwines with his, you see the unmistakable lines of a smile appearing around his eyes in the warm light. But there is nothing comforting about this gesture, because an almost condescending kindness emanates from his every cell, and this makes him look like no more than a spectator of an unfolding sad comedy. And if he really knows that you're not from here, then all ot this is really nothing more for him than watching a movie up close, the end of which he's perfectly aware of. But you can still surprise him. Because you won't let him think he's in charge. You just have to find a clue…

And you jerk back, almost startled, as Johnny's face swims into your vision, thus hiding the sight of his friend from you, and the change happens so suddenly that you just stare into his cheerful blue eyes, blinking with bewildered surprise.

"It's nothing! I'd dae anythin' for my wee lil' Bunny!" He utters enthusiastically, and although his words don't sound like lies, fear snakes into you along his deep voice. Because this sentence has never appeared anywhere before, and it's so new to your shocked brain that you're unable to register how one of his tanned hands slowly slides onto your fist gripping the fork, wrapping around it like an anaconda on its prey. And even though his touch is light as a feather, you feel as though he's squeezing you in a way that makes all your bones crack, like a couple of dry tree branches. What's this again? Why does the story diverge if it has followed the main storyline so far?

"You're such a lucky girl! I would sell my soul to be treated so well by someone!" Pam sighs longingly, and as she folds her hands in front of her chest with feigned offense, your confusion deepens. Because suddenly this whole horrible interlude takes a turn that is completely unknown to you. Up until now, it's been Pam who has had any sort of romantic streak, because she's the one who gets killed for living out her lustful passion. Thus far, you've never been the center of attention in this way, not even at any level worth mentioning, and the realization that now this is just another complication and death flag cuts into your brain like a knife. And suddenly you feel that the taste of the food turns to ash in your mouth, the dryness of which drags the waves of nausea up your throat.

"Is there something wrong?" Rebecca's worried question cuts through your shock, and as you realize that every pair of eyes is staring at you, you’re filled with the desire to escape. But you don't even dare to move, because you're afraid that every irresponsible action you make will trigger an avalanche that will have harsh consequences.

"I think my stomach is a little upset. Maybe I caught something." You try to explain yourself weakly, and with every nerve you attempt to force authenticity into your features, slowly releasing your hand from Johnny's grip. You have to wait to see what else changes, and to have the slightest chance to search for hints later. Because if you're not careful enough, you lose all hope of even finding a clue.

"Oh, poor lil' Bunny." Johnny grumbles, and although there is some pity in his voice, a hideous undertone lurks behind the sympathetic words that make goosebumps prickle on your skin in an instant. And maybe an outside observer would think that there are indeed wrinkles of kind concern on his face, but you see the joy in his eyes. Like you've just given him something he's been waiting on pins and needles for. "Let me help ye!"

And you soon understand how he wants to help you. Because, as the chair cries out with an ear-splitting scream, when he pulls it uncomfortably close to you, then it's too late for you to escape. The wolf has already found you, and you can do nothing but watch with stunned helplessness as it starts to devour you.

Not a single sound can escape your mouth, as your protest gets stuck under the lump that jumps into your throat, and you freeze in fear as one of Johnny's big hands slides over your back with easy naturalness. And as his warm fingers begin to draw slow, soothing circles on your back, as if he really wants to drive away your growing sickness with his gentle touch, but you go as still as a statue, completely unmoving. You're unable to turn away from the man, whose gaze is fixed on you with such intense attention, as if someone had hypnotized him. But you already know better than that. You see those ice-blue eyes gliding across your face, and you know that he finds his joy in the frightened curve of your eyebrows, the motionless panic of your eyes, and the quivering line of your lips, like a hungry hyena feeding on terror. And as, during his seemingly innocent adventure, one of his fingers almost imperceptibly slips under the clasp of your bra, crumpling the soft material of your t-shirt, that hungry grin appears on his mouth, with which a beast flashes its teeth at its victim. And the scene in the kitchen takes shape in your brain so quickly that you're unable to hold back the frightened whimper that erupts from you.

"There's no need for that... I'd rather rest." You try to oppose meekly, carefully choosing each of your terrified words, and when you pull back from the man's suffocating proximity, his palm spreading over your back prevents you, holding you back as easily as if it wouldn't be more to him then just a minor inconvenience. And you’re probably right, because even though you can see the cords of the sculpted muscles dancing on his arm from the corner of your eye, his whole body still remains in your personal space with unmovable carelessness.

"Dinnae be silly!" Johnny silences your protest, and from the curve of the smile on his lips, the tentacles of anxiety growing inside you cling to every single cell of yours. Because it suddenly becomes painfully clear that you've fallen into a trap and you don't even have a chance to flee. "I'll help ye... ye'll let me, won't ye?" He inquires, but there is something very certain about his question, as if he asked it just for the sake of fun, because he already knows the answer anyway. And why wouldn't he act like that? He slyly lured you into his arms, and now it's time for him to enjoy the fact that you’re exactly where he wanted you all along.

And although your brain is feverishly working on excuses that you can use to escape, like a frightened little rabbit running from wolves, the man gets to work much sooner. His wandering hand on your back crawls up your spine with the deadly slowness of a snake, and as his fingers dance along each small bump, you instinctively get a chill from the condescending tenderness that mixes with his touch. And you feel how the tiny little hairs stand up in the wake of his fingertips, and fear spreads through all your limbs, as if a paralyzing poison had been injected into you. And if resistance had even crossed your mind, then all your stray thoughts disappear immediately, because as soon as he clamps his hand on the back of your neck to lock around it, you freeze as terrified as if you had turned to stone.

You see the cheerful sparks in his eyes as he recognizes how obedient he has made you become, and you helplessly let his free hand, which has been resting on the table until now, come to play on the feeble stage of your body. And although you’re unable to take your eyes off his face, you catch in your periphery as he touches your knee almost teasingly, and you can't suppress the trembling that moves inside of you as his fingers begin to slither toward your thigh. You can feel the heat emanating from him even through the material of your pants, and you swear that the imprint of his palm almost burns into you as he stops to grip the soft flesh.

And like a wild animal about to feast, he flashes all his teeth with the grin that moves to his face, and as he rests his forehead on the crook of your neck, the treacherous warmth in your stomach rises in addition to fear when, following the hoarse laughter that rises from his throat, as his hot breath fans over the sensitive skin.

You turn your eyes to your surroundings in desperation, but all hope is gone when you see the expression on your companions' faces. Because the mouths of both girls are frozen in languid smiles, and they're watching the obscene moment unfolding in front of them as if it were the most natural thing in the world that someone climbs on you in the middle of a birthday dinner. Like they're watching the finale of a romantic movie, not Johnny slowly eating you alive like a starved dog. But it makes you even more upset when you glance at Simon as a result of a thoughtless reflex, because you immediately regret that you dared to look at him at all. The man continues to rest in his chair with undisturbed calm, and as he carelessly throws his hand on the back of the chair and tilts his head to the side, he follows the wet path of Johnny's mouth as his lips travel to the pulsing veins on your neck with such morbid interest, as if it were nothing more to him then some light fun. And you realize with alarm that you can't hope for help, because the game is more than happy to let this whole horrible situation continue, even if it goes against its own rules...

And when you feel the blunt edge of one of Johnny's canines drawing his mark into your skin with almost mocking fondness, that something that has so far locked your body in a paralyzed shackle snap. Because now you know for sure that nothing will happen the same as before, and your only chance to survive is to disappear from here right now. An unknown strength of determination moves into you, and you tear yourself out of his arms so unexpectedly that even he flinches back in surprise for a moment as you spring up from your chair.

"That will be enough! I better rest." You break the stunned silence, and although it's impossible not to hear the fear hidden in your voice, the decisiveness grows much stronger. And despite the fact that you feel that this small rebellion is already disturbing the apparent calm of the game, you don't care. You have to escape, because if you don't get out of their sight, your hours are numbered. And you can no longer allow yourself to die irresponsibly, no matter what lies ahead.

But just as you would take advantage of Johnny's surprise to free yourself from the prison of his thick arms, someone who has been watching this madness as a silent spectator until now finally joins the events. Simon leans forward in his chair with nerve-wracking slowness to look up at you with his elbows on the table, and that's enough for the sinister spasms of panic to close around your stomach in a violent embrace. Because you see the light that dances in those dark eyes... And they tell you that you made a big mistake, and he'll punish you for it with the greatest pleasure. He warned you, didn't he?

"Sit down." The man motions his head towards your chair, and his statement sounds much more like an instruction than a request. You'd be foolish to think he's only making suggestions when you see how menacingly his hoodie stretches over his broad shoulders as he hunches over the festive table. "The party's about to start." He adds, and you don't like the amusement in his tone at all. Like he’s already amused by something, which you have no idea of yet.

"I don't want to." You squeeze it out of yourself, and although you try to put confidence on your face, it doesn't escape the masked man's attention as you force down the stomach acid pushing up into your dry throat with a frightened little swallow. Because you can see his mouth open under the dark textile covering his face, as he follows this small movement, and from the play of the light of the fire, it looks like he's grinning...

But before you can even decipher what kind of storm might be brewing, you're distracted by something completely different. And as you feel Johnny's hot breath penetrating the thin fabric of the t-shirt covering your belly, you turn back to him in fear, but it's too late. You were too irresponsible, and you lost sight of the monster, in whose claws you have been writhing on the fading edge of safety. And now, as his big hands find the round curve of your hips and his fingers playfully grip it, you already know that the fragile chance of your escape is drifting further and further away from you. You're not deceived by the innocence with which the man settles his chin on your stomach, nor by the way those beautiful sky-blue eyes stare up at you, because you feel the certainty with which he hides the escape route with the coverage of his strong body.

"And then what will happen to them?" Johnny asks, and the worry that enters his voice hits you unprepared, and the confusion instinctively takes over your features, as you take in the way the line of his troubled eyebrows meet. And from this tiny little move, his concern seems quite genuine, and it only pushes your mind even deeper into your ever-increasing shock. What the hell is he talking about?

"With whom?" The cautious question breaks out of you, because your brain, which is buzzing with stress, is unable to understand who he could be aiming at. But you don't have to wait long for him to clarify and dispel the doubts from your mind, because as his head finds a comfortable resting place on your belly, as he turns back to the table, smoothing his face against you, you immediately understand who you have forgotten about until now.

"With your friends." He answers easily, removing all the care from his tone, which he has smuggled into it so masterfully so far. There is something stomach-churningly intimate about the way he nuzzles your navel with his nose, and the way he almost burrows into the warmth of your body, which makes every cell of you instinctively scream for help. And as his arms close around you in a slow but deadly sure embrace, even though you don't fully see the horrible expression he's wearing because he's hiding in your clothes, your eyes find his reflection in one of the elegant glasses. And on the delicate surface of the glass, the corrupted, bloodthirsty smile that spreads across his lips is distorted almost like a nightmare.

"What are you talking about?" You hesitate, scared, and your voice comes out of your mouth like a pitiful whisper that it seems quite distant even to your ears. And you're unable to tear your gaze away from the glass, because you see the man's crooked smile widen further and become a twisted snarl on the glass, which suddenly brings back all the memories of when you were on the other side of that grin. With this exact expression, he plunged a knife into your beating heart and watched as the light of life faded from your eyes. And this makes you realize that, even though you waited for a soothing play, the time for bloodshed has long come.

"Dessert is comin' now." Simon joins in, and this simple little sentence sounds deceptively harmless from his mouth. But as he turns to your companions opposite him, who have been sitting in their seats in a happy stupor until now, you realize that you won't be the target now. However, this doesn't calm you down one bit. "Pam." He almost snaps at the girl, in a tone that sounds like he's asking a trained dog to show off the latest trick it's learned. And you're horrified to learn that the analogy couldn't be more accurate, because Pam shoots up with such enthusiastic joy, as if her owner had really dangled a reward in front of her nose.

"Oh, right away!" She gushes cheerfully, and for a split second, you can't understand why she reaches for the huge knife resting next to the cake so suddenly because of the fear sitting on your brain. You just watch, paralyzed, as she places her left hand on the table, and as the warm light glints on the cold metal of the blade, something quite uncomfortable grips your insides. And when the girl turns to you and her gaze sinks into yours, you see nothing but the bottomless emptiness shining in those bright eyes, as if all the life that the game had so graciously instilled in her had disappeared.

But even though she looks like a lifeless puppet, the sound of the knife piercing through bone is very real, as the next moment she cuts off her index finger with one simple and swift movement. The sick crack almost echoes in your ears, as if someone has just started slicing a deliciously fresh carrot, but as blood gushes out of the wound in rich drops and paints the snowy white of the tablecloth crimson, you know that your eyes are not fooled.

"What…. what the hell..." You stutter, and you feel your brain getting short-circuited by the sight. Because Pam just pulls out the knife buried in the wood of the table with unflinching glee, so as if nothing had happened, she raises it again and strikes the next finger with it. Moved by the force of the attack, the severed digit rolls away, plowing a trail of blood in its wake, drawing a grotesque painting among the multitude of bowls resting on the table. This awakes the pulsing nausea in you again, and you clasp your palm over your mouth to try to hold back the rest of your dinner, which starts gnawing up your throat. However, Pam doesn't even seem to perceive the outside world, the wide smile on her face stretches into a grotesque grin, and her teeth are pressed together with such force that you can almost hear them crack.

"Why dinnae ye sit down, hmm?" Johnny's voice breaks through your shock, and you startledly tear your eyes away from the horrible serenity on Pam's face to turn to the man again, because suddenly even this seems like a better idea. But as he glances up at you from under his dark eyelashes, and something quite predatory flashes in his eyes, you know that the dinner slowly soaking in blood would have been a more soothing sight. "If yer gonnae be the dessert, then she can stop..." He offers, and your stomach turns from the sugary kindness that sits in his words.

And when his arms holding you in check slowly let go of their hold, you'd think you finally can catch your breath for a moment, but much sooner the air gets stuck in your lungs, as his fingers grasp your thighs with almost painful force, and you can feel their marks soak into your skin like fresh purple bruises. His face is pressed against your lap, and his tongue sticks out of his mouth to draw a wet path along the small seam running in the middle of your pants, and you can feel the heat emanating from him even through the rough material of your jeans, then you would try to back away in alarm, but you don't get far. His grip locks you in place much more firmly, and the treacherous tingle that awakens in your frozen body pushes you towards dizziness when he finally finds that tiny sensitive bud through the fabric, which makes you tremble and grip his broad shoulders in terror. And a deep, almost animalistic growl erupts from Johnny's throat when he catches this instinctive little movement.

Another tears you out of the paralysis towards which you drift more and more surely, and as Pam, laughing joyfully, sweeps the stump of her ring finger away in the puddle of blood on the tablecloth, you're already glad that Johnny is so willing to let you cling to him. When you catch Simon out of the corner of your eye, you're unable to stop yourself and almost automatically direct your gaze to him. And you would swear that you have never seen a more beautiful man, because the lustful look with which his dark eyes fixate on you, while one hand caresses his stomach lazily, is not entirely of this world. You follow almost in a daze as his fingers dance leisurely along the bulging hardness of his pants, and only another snap brings you back to the present before you allow yourself to be lured into the trap they want to drag you into in such a vile way.

No matter the two men's angelic faces, no matter the sinful power emanating from them, it penetrates your paralyzed consciousness too strongly, as the sea of blood spreading across the table slowly reaches you and begins to drum in heavy drops on the floorboards. Because only monsters are capable of such horror, and it awakens the desire to escape in you enough that your heart rate, which is accelerating in dread, finally pumps out the adrenaline in your body so you can act.

You reach for your glass resting on the table so unexpectedly that you manage to surprise Johnny when you smash it on his head. And you know that it won't do him any serious damage, but the pain lasts just long enough for him to release you in the middle of a tortured hiss, and you can take advantage of this to get out of his arms so nimbly that by the time he comes to his senses, you're a safe distance away. No matter how much a faint sense of guilt awakens in you, when you turn your back on everything and sprint towards the stairs, for leaving your companions at the mercy of the beasts, the survival instinct raging inside you drives this weakness to the hidden corner of your skull much sooner. Because these bastards were trying to use this, and they wanted to take advantage of this to catch you...

Even through the pounding of your heart in your ears, you can hear the laughter that comes from Johnny when you reach the top floor, and you know exactly what that voice promises you. There's nothing in it but cruel amusement, and that just helps enough to speed up your steps towards your room. And as soon as the small abode finally envelopes you, you slam the door behind you with such force that its loud bang almost shakes the house. But for once, you don't care if you make noise, because the chase has already started, and there's no point in being subtle.

You lock the door with trembling hands, but you know that you won't be able to keep them out for long, because you've experienced Johnny's power enough times. That's why you rush to the closet resting next to the wall with lightning speed, and you push against it clenching your teeth, because it might delay them for a minute longer. The furniture sways with a creak, as it slowly obeys the violent urging, and as you shove it with your shoulder again and again with angry desperation, it finally gives in and falls in front of the door with an loud crash, spilling all its contents to the floor. And although a sharp ache shoots through your arm as you step back to examine your makeshift barricade, all pain fades when you hear heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs in the sudden silence. They're coming after you.

And you immediately search for a new way out, and as soon as your gaze settles on the open window, you already know what you have to do. Because even though you know that there are enough dangers out there, the uncertain darkness seems friendlier than waiting here to see what kind of retribution you'll receive for interrupting the two men's fun.

And when the doorknob turns for the first time, you're already outside on the narrow roof, and you only take one last look at the door, which is slowly beginning to shake wildly, before you disappear in the cold night.

And only one thought screams in your head: You have to survive the night.

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You'll always have my heart

Every year on her birthday, without fail, she would receive a gift from an anonymous secret admirer. She's gotten necklaces, chocolates, flowers, each gift sweeter and more extravagant than the last. This year, when she opened the box that was tied with a red ribbon, she shrieked and dropped it to the ground. - by @unboundprompts

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"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Mina looked at me with a sly smile. I shrugged. "Eh, after uni I'd probably just buy a cake and rent a movie. Why?"

"Dammit, Rose, you can't celebrate your birthday like that! No, tomorrow I'll pick you up at eight, and we're going out."

"But-"

"No," her look turned stern. "You are going to party. You only turn twenty-three once!"

I sighed with a smile, nodding. There was no talking Mina out of this, and maybe just mage,it would be fun. Right? I mean, parties and bars and discos weren't really my scene, but then again, maybe getting out of my comfort zone would be good. Maybe I'd meet someone cute and get laid? Yeah, this plan wasn't too bad, I supposed.

Still, there had been a reason why I didn't really want to go out. Ever since I turned seventeen, every single birthday, I'd received an anonymous gift. The first time, it was a necklace. It had been made of silver and had a tiny bat-shaped charm on it. I didn't wear it often, but I absolutely loved it. When I turned eighteen, I got a set of ruby earrings and a bouquet with dark red roses. Every single gift came with a single note:

For Rose

This year, I had wanted to stay home. I had wanted to see who the person was that had given me those wonderful gifts. Besides the jewellery, I had gotten luxurious chocolates, leather-bound copies of my favourite books - how that person knew what my favourite books were, I didn't dare to ask - and at one point they'd even given me concert tickets to my favourite band. The gifts were huge, incredibly lovely, and thoughtful - especially since the giver had always been anonymous.

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He didn't need to look at a calendar to know it was almost time again. Her birthday. She didn't know him yet. She had seen him on the boardwalk, of course, but they hadn't talked. She was always leaving in a hurry the second it became crowded, and she always seemed to be in the company of her best friend. Still, Paul didn't mind watching from afar. Not yet anyway. She was his, or would become his in the near future - so he could wait until she found her own way to him. And if it took too long, he could always interfere anyways.

Over the years, he had given her many things, from small trinkets to bigger gifts. This year, he wanted to give her something that showed her a bit about who he was. What he was, what he was like - and something that would show her what she could potentially mean to him.

The other boys had looked surprised when he said he'd go out on his own tonight to feed, but they soon caught his drift. During the feeding, he would find the most perfect gift.

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"Happy Birthday!" Mina grinned as she threw my front door open. "Are you ready to go?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Where are we going, I don't really do well-"

"In crowds, yes, I know. We'll go to a small bar downtown. I invited just some friends from uni. There won't be a big crowd, and I let them all swear not to break out in song." She grinned as she saw my relieved expression, realising how much I hated being sung to on my birthday. Taking a deep breath, I nodded, grabbing my bag and heading for the door. It would be alright, maybe even fun - and if I didn't go now, I'd never leave the house at all.

The bar was nice and small, as Mina had promised. Strings of fake flowers hung around the door and were wrapped across the bars on the ceiling. Some dreamy popsongs were playing on the radio, and the light inside was dimmed but cosy. Yeah, this was a good place. As I ordered some shots for all of us, we got talking. We played some rounds of never have I ever, some truth or dare - and I felt absolutely perfect. A bit tired, sure, but this was good. It was fun.

"Will you get home safely?" Alex looked at me as he was about to walk to his car, being followed by Robin and Sam. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it's not too far. Besides, Mina has to go the same way."

"Alright. Happy birthday, Ro!" He stepped in his car, dragging the others along when they wanted to burst out in a happy birthday song. I laughed as he pushed them in the car, and waved as they drove off. Mina stood next to me, looking rather satisfied with herself.

"You had fun tonight."

"Yeah, I did."

"Good. Now, let's get you home. You said something about cake?"

I nodded. "Can I get a raincheck for that?"

"Tired?"

"Very. I just want to get home and dive straight into my bed."

Mina chuckled. That's how we finally ended up at my door, smiling and laughing. She said her goodbyes, and as I walked to the front porch, I noticed something standing on my doormat. I walked closer and saw that it was a box wrapped in shiny blue paper. Once again it held only one note.

For Rose.

I picked it up, surprised by the sudden weight. The box definitely looked lighter than it was. I walked inside, locking the door behind me. The box ended up on my kitchen counter as I decided to grab a piece of cake before opening it.

It was only when I put the cardboard box with cake back into the fridge that I noticed that my gift seemed to be leaking. A slimey, red substance formed on the bottom of the box. Weird. It was sticky and had a strange coppery smell. Quickly, I tore the paper off. I tore the top of the box off and threw it behind me on the ground.

I peered inside the box.

I screamed.

A heart. A human heart. An actual real human heart that was still bleeding laid in the box. Someone had given me a heart. Someone must have stolen that heart. Did - did the giver kill? Is that the message? That - that I'm next? Or that he can kill me anytime? That this is the beginning of some strange blackmail plot? Oh god - there was an actual human heart on my counter and -

I ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet.

Forget cake, forget a joyful reunion with my bed - I needed help. I needed someone to come in and say, "Ma'am, you're right. This is absolutely insane. Don't worry, we'll take it from here, and we'll make sure that no one will ever deliver a human heart to you again."

I didn't notice how much time passed, as I leant against the cold tiles of my bathroom. I tried to calm myself down, but every time I thought I was calm, another wave of nausea hit me. It wasn't until my doorbell rang that I realised I couldn't just stay on the ground and that I had to get up.

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Paul had thought it was the most romantic thing he could do - while also conveying to her what he was and could be. Giving someone an actual heart, telling them not only are you mine but I am yours and I'd give my heart to you? It was the shit chick's loved, right?

But when he heard her screams, heard her get sick, heard how she cried and whimpered, and was close to breaking down in panic again, he knew that he needed to help her. So, he flew down to her front door and did the only thing he could do without being a total creep. He rang the doorbell.

It took a while, but after a couple of minutes Rose - his Rose - opened the door. "Yeah?"

"Hi, I'm Paul. My bike broke down and I was wondering if I could maybe use your phone?"

Rose nodded, not really answering. When she stepped aside, he assumed it was an invitation and stepped forward.

"I'm Rose, by the way. Phones in the kitchen, just eh - I got a horrifying package, and I don't think I'm capable of cleaning it up, so just please don't freak out?"

"Don't worry, doll. I can help if you want."

"It's not gross in the way you think," Rose mumbled, pointing him towards the kitchen. Seeing how much the heart had leaked, he could sort of understand her reaction to it. Also, he realised now that being human meant she had other standards than a vampire. Where another vampire would have thought this gift to be cute and thoughtful and heartwarming, he now realised that for a human, it was none of these things.

"Do you have some trashbags?"

"Yeah, the cabinet on your left. Why, what are you-?"

"Cleaning this up for you. It's probably just a stupid prank or something."

"Sending a human heart is a stupid prank?" She sounded panicked. He knew he had to be quick.

"It probably is a pig heart - it won't make it any less creepy, but at least it doesn't come with murder?"

He saw her relax a little. "I didn't think about that. I mean, I am still horrified, but in this case, I'm just really glad it is not human."

Paul smiled, finishing the clean-up. As he brought the trash out, he realised that he still had to make that phone call if he wanted his story to be consistent. So, he dialled the video store and told Max that his bike had broken down. He hung up and was glad to see that Rose had calmed down a little.

"Will you be alright?"

She nodded, biting her lip a little. "I think so. Thanks, for helping. You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I did. It's only kind, and I didn't want your birthday to be ruined by this."

"How did you know it's my birthday?"

He just pointed at the cake standing on tne counter, that had Ha and Birt written on it.

"Do you want some cake, as a thanks for helping?"

Paul shook his head. "I would like a date, though. Let's get some Chinese tomorrow."

Rose didn't know why, but without thinking, she agreed. "Pick me up at eight?"

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys

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yanderes-galore · 9 months

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Yooooo hs requests are open!!! Can i request some yan kurloz or porrim hcs?

Kurloz is a very mysterious character :), although a lot of Purplebloods in HOMESTUCK are so- Decided to write because my head has cleared recently so I have motivation that must be used! No quadrant given, I assumed Matesprit.

Yandere! Kurloz Makara Concept ♑️

Pairing: Matesprit ❤️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Mind control/Brainwashing, Possessive behavior, Forced Matespritship.

Kurloz would be an eerie character to be obsessed with you.

He's silent, always silent.

Kurloz never speaks and it can be difficult to read him.

You won't know what he's thinking unless he wants you to know.

Kurloz is a yandere to speak through actions, not words due to his injury.

You most likely feel a chill when around him due to his quiet nature.

Despite being quiet Kurloz does care for his obsession.

In the way he does care for Meulin and Mituna, he cares for you.

Especially if he considers giving Matespritship a try again.

For the most part he'll silently watch you for most of his obsession.

Kurloz is mostly harmless but has secret intentions.

Similar to his Dancestor, Gamzee, he sees you as a "miracle".

For the most part Kurloz speaks to you through signs, or if you chat with him he uses reaction GIFs.

He uses his psychic chucklevoodoos if he wants to get a point across.

He's attentive to what you do and often communicates with Meulin about you.

For the most part, aside from his Ex-Matesprit and Moirail, he keeps to himself about his obsession.

He comes off as some sort of friend to you far as you can tell.

He doesn't care if you're a troll or human, in some way he feels you're important to him as his soon to be Matesprit.

He comes off harmless, he signs to you in a pleasant manner.

He's just so eerie.

Kurloz is a yandere who plots a lot behind the scenes.

He is a master at deception and manipulation.

Mostly due to his powers.

While Kurloz is communicating with you in a friendly manner, smiling and signing like he just wants to be you friend...

He's secretly manipulating things behind the scenes.

With his power he can simply tell others to stay away with threats.

They'll forget ever wanting to talk to you, even if they try then Kurloz will find a way to deal with them.

He's another one of those yanderes that acts akin to quicksand?

It's a slow descent before you realize you're trapped.

Even when you realize what you've gotten yourself into, you can't escape by yourself.

Plus, Kurloz gets rid of all your help.

Kurloz knows what he's doing, no he does not think it's wrong.

Even if you try to get him to stop or even suspect him of sabotaging your life, he'll use his chucklevoodoos on you.

When it comes to Kurloz, he sees his darling and those around them as a puppet.

When Kurloz decides to be involved with you, he'll make all the needed decisions for you.

Soon you may no longer find him creepy.

Kurloz promises you'll get used to the new changes he's made for you.

Friends and family other than him have no purpose in this grand plan his LORD has planned.

Kurloz just knows you're important to it all if you're important to him.

You may not understand it yet but he believes you're part of something grande.

Removing your friends and becoming his new Matesprit is necessary.

It's fated.

You just don't understand it yet.

There's no need to struggle, there's no need to fear...

Kurloz has got you now.

Any sense of unease or fear is quickly negated by him and his power.

He tells he adores you through his psychic abilities.

He holds you in a vice grip, even after he lets go it still feel like he lingers.

Kurloz is someone who controls you, one you can never get rid of.

His feelings of love towards you does nothing to comfort you.

Any positive feeling you feel towards him is most likely forcibly induced by him.

As a yandere, Kurloz acts as your puppet master...

While you act as his precious puppet.

#yandere homestuck #yandere kurloz makara #yandere homestuck x reader

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mooodyblue · 7 months

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🍼 - "I can't do this. I can't-- I can't-- I can't--" blurb with little!aus? Like he's on set for the elvis movie and he's so nervous since he just wants to do Elvis' legacy justice, he just slips in front of Baz and everyone, going back to his trailer, panicking and not knowing what to do while we aren't there- since only the actors are allowed on set and baz gets worried for aus so he ends up calling us since aus won't open the trailer for him. (I'm not English, so I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes.)

your english is great!!! ty for the request! 🫶🏼

1k celeb post (closed)

austin was always the shy, anxious type. especially when it came to his roles. the day he got the call about being casted for elvis, he was overjoyed. but now that he actually had to act and become elvis? he was terrified. there were so many things that could go wrong.

he read the books, watched the documentaries and all of his movies, but still, what if he didn't get it right? he'd never hear the end of it.

it was only day one on the set and they had him shooting the comeback special, the biggest scene in the movie. he'd paced back and forth in his apartment the night before complaining to you about how insane it was to even film that scene first. they couldn't give him an easier scene on day one?

you weren't allowed on set and you wished you were. you wanted to be there to cheer him on.

austin stood there in his leather suit, standing at the entrance as he waited for them to call him up on the tiny lit up stage. his nerves were all over the place, the leather was already sticking to his skin uncomfortably—was this how elvis actually felt?

"...and...action!"

the room went silent, everyone was standing and doing what they were supposed to do. but austin couldn't move. he just stood there, unsure of what he was supposed to do. his mind and body just went blank.

baz yelled cut and suddenly everyone was looking at austin, wondering what was going on. "austin?" he walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "hey, what is it?" he asked with a soft tone. austin shifted his gaze to him, his eyes beginning to water as he quickly ushered off set and out of the building.

he refused to let anyone see him cry.

austin locked himself in his trailer, undoing some of the buttons of his suit and crying softly into his hands. his brain had shut down, all he wanted was you.

baz was knocking at his door, desperately trying to not grow frustrated as they were on a schedule. but it was day one, he was cutting the poor boy some slack. he was budging though which left him no choice but to call you in hopes you'd be able to somehow calm him down and back on set.

the trailer door opened at the sound of your voice, allowing both you and baz to come inside the small trailer.

"aus?" you shut the door behind you as baz sat beside him on the sofa. "what's going on?"

austin shook his head, a pillow clutched tightly to his chest. "i can't do this." he sniffled. "i can't—i can't—i can't—" his stuttering turned into hiccuped sobs.

baz rubbed at his back, unsure of what was going on with austin. you crouched down to his level with a soft expression, taking one of his hands and squeezing it softly. "hey, hey. look at me, baby." you cooed.

"i can't do it, momma." he hiccuped. "i can't."

"yes you can, aus." you reassured. "you're gonna do so good, you've been rehearsing and working hard. you'll do great, i promise you."

"hey kid–" baz turned to look at austin. "we'll take it slow, alright? we'll take it easy, we'll go at your pace."

austin looked at baz then at you then back at baz. "can...can momma be there too?"

you gave him a sad smile, "i'm not allowed on set—"

baz shut you down quickly. "ah, i'll make an exception." he nodded at austin, patting his knee. "your momma can come join us, it's no worry at all. you wanna come back out and try again?"

he wiped at his own eyes, nodding shyly. "y-yeah...yeah. okay."

"i'm so proud of you, baby. you're gonna kill it." you grinned, kissing his cheek as austin let out a excited squeal. "let's get you back on set, aus."

#austin x reader #1k celeb

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macravishedbymactavish · 10 months

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This is for the 'send me a character for headcanons of 3 pros and 3 cons of dating them':

This was a very long thought over choice but I picked Merrick because I'm honestly genuinely curious of the pros and cons of dating Mer-Bear.

This one started as a challenge, then somehow came naturally?

Pros & Cons of Dating (Thomas A. Merrick Headcanons)

Pros

His memory (especially when it comes to you) is top tier. He has your favourite drink, and take out order memorized so he can surprise you on nights you need a pick me up or you're both too lazy to cook

Sitting on the couch, recovering from what felt like the longest day in existence you heard the front door open and the familiar greeting of your boyfriend as he entered.

A smile tugging at the corner of your lips when you saw your favourite drink in his hand, "a small peace offering" he shrugged

He cooks as a hobby, and truly enjoys trying and creating new recipes

"The next step is to fold in the cheese" You giggled, watching as he rolled his eyes. Focusing on the task at hand.

"What does that mean? What does fold in the cheese mean?" He played along, smile widening as you laughed harder. Nearly falling off the counter in the process.

The two of you were trying out a new recipe he found online a few nights ago. He was doing the cooking, while you kept him company and read off the instructions.

"Cheese is folded like origami into this, now what?"

His music taste is vast but refined

Whether it's humming along to the radio, or able to tell you what song is playing by the first few notes -- he never fails to shock you with how many bands he listens to.

It's also incredibly sweet when he starts playing new songs when you're around. All on the premise that he heard it and either thought of you, or thinks you'll enjoy it.

Cons

Good luck watching movies with him. Either he stops paying attention halfway through or falls asleep within the first 15 minutes

Arms resting behind his head, he watched as you grabbed the remote and your favourite snack. Clicking play with a smile, you cuddled into his side.

"Don't fall asleep this time" you teased, feeling him chuckle from beside you, promising not to.

It was about 1/3rd of the way through the movie when you felt him shift his weight a few times. Opting to lean further into the arm of the couch. You paid little mind, as this was a movie you've been waiting to see for months.

It was around the halfway mark, a quieter scene when you glanced over at the man. Seeing him glancing between the TV and his phone. With a soft sigh, you reached forward and paused the movie; knowing all too well what was happening.

"Need a break?"

For a guy with only facial hair, he spends a surprising amount of time and money on it

Knuckles tapping gently against the wood of the door, you softly inquired as to whether or not he was ready to leave for the night.

You'd been ready to go, waiting on the couch for the last 20 minutes. Waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom; where he was finishing a couple last details.

Peeking your head in, you were met by an array of different hair and beard products lining the counter….and your boyfriend still not fully dressed.

Snores like a freight train

Jumping slightly, you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. Looking around the room as you tried to comprehend why you were awake suddenly.

After a few seconds, you closed your eyes again. Willing your heart to calm down as you cuddled into your boyfriends side. Eyes shooting wide open again at the snore that came from his mouth.

No, it can't be.

Glaring up at him, you shook his body. Urging him to wake up and fucking breathe. His hand pressing back against you, sleepily shoving you back as he got more comfortable.

Sighing, you sat up and grabbed your pillow; pressing it gently against his face until you felt him wake up. Pulling the fabric away, you looked down at him and simply whispered:

"An eye for an eye, you bitch"

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @bowtruckleninja @v1naco @ai-luni

#call of duty ghosts #thomas a merrick #cod thomas merrick #thomas merrick headcanons #mer-bear #cod merrick #ask game

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darkhangels · 1 year

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17. happy new year

enjoy the silence masterlist

morpheus x f!reader

A/N: Double update for today! Second chapter is shorter than usual...you'll see why ;). Just wanted to let you guys know that if updates are slowing down its because I'm writing way more words in a chapter than I used to and also I'm at a stage where I'm very insecure about my writing atm. Don't worry, I'm still always writing for this fic, just be gentle with me lmao. Also December is a very busy month for me so it may slow down due to that as well. Anyways, as always thank you so much for reading and for the likes, reblogs and comments, you all mean the world to me <3

words: 7598

warnings: brief injury description, swearing, angst

Morpheus stood as still as ever outside of the now destroyed coffee shop that you had worked at. Firefighters and numerous policemen way out of their league swarmed the ruins as they taped up the destruction, not allowing the crowd of reporters and concerned citizens to go any further.

The ground had cracked open rather violently, making sure the building would never see the light of day again.

He watched mortals run around unknowing what to do in light of the strange event. This would make international news, conspiracy theorists already piling up with insane hoaxes about the event.

His Jaw was tightened as he stood rigid, his hands inside his pockets.

It was clearly no accident.

The universe had a way of working and this was one of them. The universe was punishing you by taking away your work, your livelihood and hurting your friend.

It was a threat, a promise of what to come if the two of you continued to be with one another.

Despite it all, a part of him was relieved. Relieved that this was the warning, and that no physical harm had come to you.

But it served as a painful reminder for the both of you.

He felt a familiar presence walk beside him, he didn’t bother looking up at her as she stood beside him, watching the ruin.

“Was anyone killed?” He muttered out.

Death turned to her brother with a sad smile haunting her lips. “No, her friend will be okay”

Morpheus nodded, his gaze still on the scene in front of him.

“This wasn’t an accident” She said while studying him. “Though you knew that already, didn’t you”

Morpheus turned to peer at her, her kind eyes boring into him. “You knew the rules” She shrugged.

Morpheus slowly looked down at the floor, swallowing harshly. “I’ve been foolish”

Death had that effect on him. He was always so unwilling to speak his mind, ever the private anthropomorphic personification he was but around his elder sister? Much to his annoyance she always saw straight through him.

Death scoffed. “You think? Did you even consider the danger you’d be putting her in?”

He scowled at her but he knew she was only telling the truth. “I did,” He muttered.

“Evidently not enough” Death scolded her brother before sighing at his miserable figure. “You can be incredibly selfish at times, you know that?”

Morpheus glared at her his gaze hardening as he opened his lips to argue. “Selfish?” He argued. “I tried to keep her at bay despite my affections”

Death scoffed again, a look of disbelief searing onto her face. “Are you listening to yourself? You ‘tried’ ” She air quoted the word as she shook her head. “You are one of the most powerful beings in existence, if you had truly tried this wouldn’t of happened”

Morpheus scowled at his sister, his eyebrows brooding over his eyes but he knew she was right, he had been selfish. Ultimately he had put you in danger simply because of the feelings he felt for you.

And though you weren’t physically hurt, your friend had been harmed and Morpheus knew you would not shake that off so easily.

In one way or another he had hurt you. Again.

And Morpheus cursed himself. How many more times was he going to cause the ones he loved suffering because of his selfishness?

Death studied her brother slowly, sensing the emotional turmoil. “What were you thinking, Morpheus?” She said softer this time.

He remained silent but Death knew his answer, he didn’t think. He cared far too much to think.

Death smirked. “Always was the hopeless romantic of the family”

Morpheus looked down, ignoring her statements.

Death's smile faded as she watched Morpheus’ sombre expression. “The universe is being kind” She spoke quietly.

His eyes snatched up to hers. “Kind?” He repeated angrily.

“Yes, kind,” Death affirmed. “It could’ve just taken her away from you instead its giving you a warning, a chance to keep her safe”

Morpheus’ expression melted into a contemplative one. He supposed his sister was right. But the universe was far from kind. If the universe was so kind it wouldn’t have let the two of you have ever crossed paths knowing what would become of it.

Death studied Morpheus’ expression. “Do you love her?” She asked gently.

Morpheus looked up at her, eyes burning with unshed tears, unspoken words lingering.

More than she knows. He silently answered in his head, just to himself. More than I am willing to admit to even myself.

He swallowed harshly and Death could read her brother like an open book, her heart melting at the sight of his melancholy. Death sadly smiled, placing a hand on her brother's shoulder. “Then you have to let her go, or next time the universe won’t be so kind”

Morpheus nodded slowly, his Adam apple bobbing up and down so slightly. He knew what he had to do.

Death pulled her brother into a hug. For once Morpheus greatly welcomed the feeling of comfort from his elder sister and he was overcome with a great sense of gratitude for her, she always said what he needed to hear.

The two pulled away and Death's face fell into one of shock before a slight grave smile landed on her lips, peering gently at Morpheus. “She must’ve really pulled a number on you, you nearly hugged me back for once”

Morpheus allowed his lip to twitch up at that before he watched his sister walk away with a wave goodbye. Leaving him to brew in his thoughts and prepare himself for what must be done.

He was an endless.

He was not meant for love.

He was meant to fulfil his function, nothing more.

Except he was realising it all too late.

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When you arrived at the hospital you swiftly spoke to the nurse over the counter who told you she would be notifying Veronica that you had arrived. With a nod you drifted to the waiting room.

No one likes hospitals. They were claustrophobic and anxiety inducing. Except for perhaps birth there was almost no happy reason for being there. The stretching winding corridors and harsh lights cause you to nervously bite at your lips, fearing the worst.

Your eyes drifted around to the people around you, elderly and young alike sitting miserably in the dull grey seats, some had red rimmed eyes and held on to tissues they nervously pulled apart in between their nimble fingers. Maybe they had lost a loved one or were going to, maybe it was the dreadful reminder of morality and the fragileness of life that haunted the walls of the hospital getting to them. It was surely getting to you after all.

Life was so short, a fleeting blink of an eye, you had already wasted so much of it, how could you waste anymore? And suddenly all your insecurities from the night before with Morpheus dwindled into a past memory, a childish notion. He loved you. And you see it now. Of course he had, in every moment you felt his love and yet your inability to see it caused this.

You had practically forced him to say the words, if he hadn’t, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. More guilt crashed into you then.

How childish you had been? Crying over problems your mind created for you when everything you had ever wanted was right in front of you.

And now it would be ripped away.

You needed to apologise to Morpheus.

If you ever saw him again that was.

You drew your attention to the tiny TV playing a live news report from outside what was the coffee shop. And your heart sank.

It was completely gone, melted into nothing more than a pile of stone and dust on the street. You bit back the tears as you watched the police officers and firefighters helplessly scratch their head at the mess, not knowing what to do.

Your tiny little coffee shop had made international news, headlines everywhere on the ‘strange new years eve earthquake taking down beloved café’. You supposed you were unemployed now. How long had you worked there for, how many shifts with Lorna spent giggling over the stupidest things.

All gone.

Because of you.

You felt a hand on your shoulder causing you to jump out of your thoughts and you swiftly turned to find Veronica behind you. Almost instantly she threw you into a hug and you reciprocated, holding her tightly.

She pulled away and you noticed her red rimmed eyes, not used to seeing her so flat and dejected. You swallowed harshly, trying to find your voice.

“How is she?” You whispered.

Veronica bit on her lip and nodded. “She’s awake and she’ll be fine, she has a broken leg but she’ll be fine”

You breathed a long sigh of relief.

Veronica shook her head furiously. “She was the only one hurt, everyone else managed to escape without so much of a scratch on them, it was just her” Her voice was just above a whisper.

More guilt crept up your throat and you chewed at your lip before placing a hand on Veronica's shoulder. “She will be fine, you can rest, get something to eat or drink” You softly smiled at your friend. “I will stay with her while you go freshen up”

Veronica nodded with a sincere look of gratitude on her face, a few tears spilling out of her eyes. “Thank you”

You considered her, giving her another smile before pulling her into another hug.

God knew she needed it.

If something had happened to Morpheus you would’ve been-.

You pushed the thoughts out of your head, unwilling to think about him. The pain too much to bear.

A kind nurse led you to the room Lorna was currently staying in. Your heart instantly jumped at the sight of your friend in the cold, surgical hospital room. Her skin felt paler than usual, as bruises scattered her body. Your eyes followed her body down to the end of the bed, her leg was propped up on in a bulky cast that she was no doubt going to complain about for weeks to come.

Lorna's eyes snapped up to yours and a bright grin grew on her face.

You practically ran to her and engulfed her in a gentle but warm embrace. She giggled against you as a few tears left your eyes.

“I knew you loved me really” She dramatically cried and you laughed as a few more tears left your eyes and you pulled away from her.

“Are you okay?”

It was a stupid question really, she had had a building crash down on her and ended with a broken leg. Of course she wasn’t okay.

“Me?” Lorna scoffed. “I’ll be fine, the only thing that is hurt is my leg and my ego” She chuckled.

In the hospital and she was still cracking jokes, typical Lorna.

You weakly smiled as you turned your gaze to her arms littered in bruises and cuts, you sucked in a breath, eyes ripping away from her injuries, unable to take it. “Lorns, I’m so sorry” You whispered, biting back the tears.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Why? Not your fault we had an earthquake” She laughed.

You smiled weakly but bit on your tongue as you grabbed her hand, warmly squeezing it.

This was your fault though.

All of it.

You had been willing to risk your life for Morpheus, willing to ruin yourself. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that the universe would try and take the one other thing you truly unconditionally loved away from you.

And you couldn’t risk that.

You couldn’t risk losing Lorna.

She was already hurt because of you. Probably fucking traumatised as well.

More tears fell.

You knew what you had to do and, god, was it going to destroy you.

“Jesus, are you okay?” Lorna said slightly more seriously watching your expression.

“Why are you asking me? You’re the one in the hospital bed” You huffed, a few more tears escaping your eyes, guilt paralysing you.

Lorna studied you for a second as you clutched onto her hand.

Your eyes snatched up to hers. “I thought I lost you, Lorns”

Lorna smiled sadly at your words.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done without you” You admitted.

And it’s true. The only constant you have had through practically your entire life was Lorna. Taking her away would’ve been like stripping a part of yourself away. She made you smile in times you found the hardest, when you could feel yourself drowning under the pressure of the weight of the world she was there to pull you up when no other would, when no other could. She had seen the best and the worst of you and she still stayed by your side. A world without her would be mundane and not worth living.

“But I’m fine” Lorna whispered, placing her other hand on your hand, clutching you in a warm embrace. “I’ll be fine”

You nodded slowly though the lump in your throat did not disappear. “Did they say when they’re letting you out?”

“Well, they want to keep me here overnight just for tonight, something about my lungs and breathing-” She parted her chapped lips trying to think back. “I don’t know I wasn’t really listening but they just want to check for tonight and then tomorrow I’ll be a free woman”

You nodded quietly.

“Guess I won’t be going to any New Years Eve parties though” She snorted. “You’ll have to go for me”

“Absolutely not” You chuckled. “I don’t think I’ll be going to another party ever again after Halloween”

Lorna's eyes fell from yours then her face melting into a more mournful expression. “I never should have left you at that party”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Lorna looked back up at you, her eyes full with a kind of sincerity you almost never saw from her. “Me and Veronica, we should’ve stayed with you, made sure you were okay and got you home safely” Lorna winced her eyes shut. “God knows what could’ve happened to you”

Your mouth curved into a small smile as you peered down at your friend. “But nothing did happen, that was ages ago and I’m fine”

“Still” She shrugged. “I’m sorry”

More guilt crashed over you. If she knew you were the reason why she was in hospital she wouldn’t be apologising. Surely not, she would’ve casted you out in seconds, promising to never speak to you again and wishing you were the one bruised and battered in the hospital bed instead.

Except she wouldn’t.

Lorna would never.

And that's what made it so much worse.

You gave her another weak smile. “You don’t need to apologise, but I forgive you nonetheless”

Lorna gave you a grateful smile before it curved into a smirk. “Not exactly the best New years then?”

You shrugged, a playful smile on your face. “I don’t know, maybe we’ll get Veronica to sneak you in some champagne”

“Please” Lorna sighed. “I could do with a drink, had a building fall on me and now being unemployed”

You flinched slightly at her words, the lump in your throat only growing. “We’re gonna have to find real jobs now I guess, like actual adults”

Lorna grinned at you. “Like what?”

“Well,” You said contemplatively. “A lawyer, a doctor. I don’t know, something that pays incredibly well”

Lorna nodded before cheekily smirking at you. “I’ve already been offered a job”

“How?” You huffed. “You were unconscious until like twenty minutes ago”

A great big smile landed on her face then. “The company where Veronica works, they need a secretary,” She looked down then smiling softly at the thought of her girlfriend. “She said that after this she’s never letting me out of her sight again so she’s practically begging me to take this job”

You beamed at your friends happiness. “And will you take the job?”

Lorna considered you for a second with a look of disbelief on her face. “I think I might”

You chuckled. “Of course you will, you two are truly going to be connected by the hip now”

Lorna smiled to herself before turning to you. “What about you? What will you do?”

You stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. It was a question that had plagued you for a while now. What would you do after the coffee shop? You had always thought that a job would just pop up, or you would suddenly find something interesting and leave to pursue it. You thought that when the time was right you’d leave by your own accords, when you were ready. Not literally forced into unemployment.

“I don’t know” You smiled weakly, telling the truth.

Lorna sensed your apprehension and nodded slowly. “Something will come along, it always does, you’ll be fine”

You smirked at your friend. “I know I will”

The door to the room opened and Veronica came walking in greeting the both of you, she looked slightly better, slightly less panicked, more like herself.

She crept over the other side of the bed, peering down at Lorna like she was her whole world. She started stroking Lorna’s hair out of her face so delicately like she was scared to hurt her. “They said I can stay the night with you, so you won’t be alone,” Veronica smiled.

“You don’t have to do that, Ronnie,” Lorna said, staring up at her.

“Nonsense” Veronica waved it off. “Besides I won’t be able to sleep unless I’m beside you knowing you’re alright” She admitted.

Lorna took Veronica's hand and kissed it gently, peering up at her.

A soft smile appeared on your face. It was more than comforting to know that no matter what happened Lorna would always have Veronica. And Veronica would always have Lorna.

You cursed yourself as your mind flicked back to Morpheus.

You were going to have to say goodbye to him today.

Your lip trembled at the thought.

Both Lorna and Veronica threw their gaze behind you. And you felt the familiar pricking sensation at the back of your neck as nausea crept up your throat, your legs turning to nothing but jelly.

Speak of the devil.

You knew who was behind you and you knew what he had come to say.

But you didn’t turn around, you wanted to put this off for as long as possible.

Lorna smirked at you. “I think your boyfriends here”

You nodded and bit your lip, your palms feeling sweaty as you shakily stood up. “I’m gonna take a walk but I’ll be back you guys” You smiled weakly at them.

Veronica smiled. “Of course, take as much time as you want”

Swallowing another harsh lump you slowly turned around and met his eyes on the other side of the window. There he stood in the hospital corridor, the dark brooding figure, with a look just as grave as yours staring back at you.

Your eyebrows scrunched up as you fought back the tears. His head jerked to the side, gesturing you to follow him and you slowly, oh so slowly walked to the doors.

When you faced him, you saw the unshed tears in his eyes and your face blanched, mouth having gone dry.

You were not ready. You had only just admitted your love. Did the universe truly leave no time for the two of you to even try and exist?

You followed him into one of the empty hospital rooms, the sterile atmosphere only adding to the dread seeping through your body.

The doors closed with a thud and you flinched ever so slightly as the creeping silence drifted over the two of you, both unwilling and unwanting to speak.

You simply peered at him taking in all his features as you knew this would be the last time. You peered into those starlit eyes that dissolved into a blue so brilliant you might’ve passed out. His messy hair falling onto his forehead ever so slightly as his jaw hardened, the gentle yet harsh curve of his nose. His figure, tall and rigid.

Morpheus knew that you were going to say the exact same thing as he. He could see it in the way your breathing trembled through you, in the way you were desperately clinging onto those tears.

“I, um” You stuttered, your voice no more than a mere whisper. “You know what I’m going to say, don’t you?”

“I do” He quietly responded. “It is the same reason I am here”

You nodded, biting on your lip. How were you supposed to do this?

The only person you had ever loved, and you had to say goodbye.

For forever.

“I am willing to put myself at risk, I do not care what happens to me” You started, deciding to just tell him the utter truth. “But I could never risk her” Your lip trembled. He knew who ‘her’ was.

Morpheus strode closer. “And I would never ask you to, Nor would I allow you to put yourself at risk”

You nodded at his words, swallowing the lump. Both of you grew quiet and you realised this would be the last time you spoke to him, and you would not let unsaid words haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Morpheus, I want to apologise” You announced, stepping closer to him.

His eyebrows furrowed.

“Looking back now, I see it, all the times we shared with one another, all the gifts, every word” You looked up at him rather shyly. “Every touch, all of it. You were telling me all along and yet I was so blinded by my insecurities that like a child, I didn’t hear it”

Morpheus’ lips parted as an unreadable expression grew on his face. You stepped even closer. “And I know I apologised last night, but it’s not enough. Because I was too late”

One hot wet steaming tear fell out of your eye and you rather quickly swiped it away. “Maybe if I had noticed it sooner, if I hadn't have forced you to say the words, this wouldn’t have happened” You shook your head, angered by yourself. “I was so caught up in my own selfish needs I didn’t see what was right in front of me”

You went to fiddle with your finger anxiously as you always did but thought better of yourself, not wanting to shy away from this moment. “And in doing so, I caused all this,” You threw your hands around gesturing to the hospital room. “This is my doing because I didn’t see it”

“And I want you to know that its my fault for not seeing it, not yours” You bit your lip. "And I need you to know that”

You stepped further, peering up into his soft gaze. “Because Morpheus, despite what I know you believe you are simply the most caring and passionate lover”

His eyes flashed with something, as he was rendered silent.

“Like you said, you didn’t have to say the words. It was there in your actions, your gifts, your touch” You peered up at him. “It was everywhere, and you made me feel so cared for, and though I didn’t recognise it you made me feel so loved”

“And you were so good to me” You whispered, and you realised he needed to hear this, the being who had been touch starved for so long, who shied away from others embrace, he needed to hear this. “You are Dream of the Endless and you deserve to love and to be loved”

His eyebrows scrunched up as your kind words hit him like bricks.

Your eyes flickered down to the floor, a few tears delicately escaping down your cheeks. “And I wish it was me, I wish it could be me to fulfil that for you”

Morpheus’ eyes started to burn as he felt his throat start to restrict.

“But I can’t, Morpheus, I am ‘just a mortal’ and I see that now” A sad accepting smile plastered on your face.

“You are ‘just a mortal’, aren’t you?” His lip twitched up into a humourless smirk as he talked slowly. “I see it now”

You were unsure where all this new sense of understanding was coming from, when only last night you were crying at those very words. Maybe it was Lorna's brush with death reminding you of your mortality? Making you look through the lens in a different perspective.

In a matter of hours you had grown up like never before.

“And though I doubt I’ll ever love like this again”

You doubted you’d ever even love again, a part of you most likely always waiting for him to come back to you.

But you wouldn’t tell him that, he didn’t need that burden.

He was immortal, more than that.

Soon you will become a hazy memory, all the time you spent together will be no more than a mere blink of an eye for him. He would love again.

And he would forget you.

More tears fell and the words became harder to say.

“We can’t” You trembled. “We just can’t”

Morpheus was silent for a long time. Taking in your words, he had never felt quite so…understood.

Yes that was the word, he had lived for years beyond human comprehension and met almost every being in existence and yet he finally felt understood.

He felt loved.

So loved.

It was a very alien feeling to him. No one had ever said the exact words he needed to hear, like his soul was open and calling to you, telling you everything he needed to hear.

You understood him better than perhaps anyone had, and now he had to let you go.

Morpheus stepped forward.

“You did not force me to say it” He said softly. “I said it because I needed you to know and I needed to say it, to admit it to even myself”

You smiled gently at his words though the tears didn’t stop.

The two of you stood so close together, taking in one another's presence for the last time. You had to crane your head slightly to peer into his eyes.

“I have never…” The sentence trailed off, he was unable to speak the words. He bit down on his tongue harshly, eyes falling to the floor. “No matter now” He muttered.

“You’re not to blame, the universe would’ve punished us regardless if we had said the words” He affirmed.

You nodded sadly, letting the tears fall.

“Thank you, Morpheus” You whispered “Despite it all I don’t regret ever meeting you”

Morpheus’ eyes became glossy and he swallowed harshly.

“No matter what I have said, I don’t regret a single second of the time we ever shared” You breathed.

He nodded. “As I with you”

His gaze wandered down to your neck. Slowly he grazed his fingertips over the necklace he had gifted you. “For your safety, I will no longer hear should you use the necklace to call me”

You bit back the sob and nodded in understanding.

Morpheus peered down at you, his soft eyes searching your face as he considered all the words he wanted to say. He grabbed both of your hands and intertwined them with his. You shuddered under his touch but it was more than welcome.

“I want you to live your life how you wish” Morpheus' voice lulled in your ear. “To explore the wonders humanity has to offer, I want you to love again”

The words tasted so bitter on his tongue, the thought of you beside anyone else other than him making him nauseous but he rose above it. All he wanted was to see you shine the way you did for him, even if he wasn’t around to see it.

You winced your eyes shut at his words, the pain becoming too much as more tears fell.

“I just have one request,” He said.

You peeled your eyes open and watched his pale blue eyes bore into you. “Stay out of harm's way”

Your eyebrows furrowed for a second as you looked up at him.

His gaze hardened as his eyes glistened under the harsh hospital room lights. “I do not know what I would do if something were to happen to you” He admitted, his voice dangerously quiet.

Your heart melted and a slight sob escaped your lips.

“I want you to swear it” He declared, eyes full with something. “Please”

You bit your lip. “I swear it”

“Will you tell Lucienne and Matthew that I said goodbye and that their friendship has meant more to me then they know” Your lip trembled at the thought of your friends you were never able to say goodbye to.

“Of course,” He answered, the ghost of a smile on his face. “I fear that though Lucienne will never admit it they have both become quite attached to you”

You huffed a laugh as a few tears fell.

Morpheus stared down at you, seriousness back in his tone. “Your dreams shall go back to the way mortals were meant to dream, they way they were before the nightmares”

“I understand” A sad smile graced your face. “Thank you, Dream King, for ever helping me in the first place”

He nodded. “You are quite welcome, little one”

You blushed at the endearment as silence engulfed the room. Your heart, beating at an insane rate. Mouth dry with dread.

“I must leave” His voice, no more than a mere whisper.

“I know”

Slowly he leant down and brushed his lips against yours. You winced your eyes shut again, tasting him for the last time as you both hungrily clashed against one another, drinking in the last touch. He could taste the salty tears on your lips and wanted nothing more than to kiss away every single tear that had ever fallen from your eyes.

Time moved slowly in the moment but not as slow as you had wanted, as you had needed. Eventually you had both slowly pulled away. Your forehead clashed into his as you both stood still in the white room. Eyes closed, hands intertwined, foreheads resting on top of one anothers.

And you had never known the meaning of bittersweet before this, with his presence a soothing calm had always washed over you and it was nonetheless this time, it just wasn’t enough to dull the heartbreak.

“I love you, Morpheus” You whispered against the tears.

“I know” He spoke in that gravelly tortured tone, it was his own way of saying it, he pushed his forehead further against yours, his raven hair tickling against your skin as he winced his eyes. “Goodbye, My rogue dreamer”

“Goodbye, Dream of the endless”

And then you felt his touch slip through your fingers like sand and could no longer feel his hot breath on your skin, no longer feel his soft silk skin against your forehead

You slowly opened your eyes and he was gone.

The hospital room remained painfully quiet as you stared where he had been in front of you only seconds earlier, his presence echoing around you like a ghost.

A crawling sensation drifted back into your heart, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. It clawed at your throat making your eyes water.

Loneliness.

Your lip trembled again and it hit you like a ton of bricks.

You were never going to see him again. He had exited your life just as quickly as he had entered.

Those midnight eyes, his translucent skin, wild raven hair all just a memory now.

You would never be able to hold him again, never able to touch, hear his voice.

A sob ripped through your throat and you covered your hand with your mouth, trying to muffle the crying.

You loved him so fucking much.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and angrily swiped at the hot tears, there was a time and place.

“Not now” You muttered to yourself.

You would have plenty of time to cry later, but Lorna needed you, so you had to be brave.

Morpheus would want you to be brave.

Straightening yourself up and plastering a pitiful smile on you marched out of the room and went back to Lorna’s room.

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The two of them greeted as you walked back in slowly.

“Where’d he go?” Veronica questioned looking behind you with her forehead creased.

You swallowed the pain. “He had to go,” You said. “He wishes you well though” You added looking back at Lorna who surveyed you with a quizzical look.

“Are yo-”

“So what did I miss?” You grinned, cutting Lorna off, choosing to avoid it at all costs and to just be there for her.

Thankfully she didn’t push as the three of you drifted into mindless light-hearted conversation, all of you needing it.

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Time dwindled on and the dread to go home to your empty apartment for the rest of the night and eventually face your emotions only multiplied throughout the day.

“Please! Go home, we will be fine” Lorna begged after you had asked, ‘Are you sure?’ For the fiftieth time.

Veronica placed a soothing hand on your shoulder. “Its ok, we are fine, go home and make most of the rest of the night left before the new year”

You smiled weakly at them, momentarily forgetting the night's traditions. “Ok, fine but please keep in touch and if you need anything call me, even if it's in the middle of the night” You stammered.

The two giggled before waving goodbye. Reluctantly you left the hospital, the sensations from before coming back tenfold. More loneliness.

You took a long shaky breath, as you exited the doors. The cold December air hitting you almost knocks your breath out under the gruelling pressure. It was late and in a mere couple of hours the year would have drawn to a final close and the You cast your gaze up into the sky only for the stars to be twinkling above you, a silent hello. The lump in the back of your throat became extremely large and unavoidable. Your eyes glistening under the moonlight.

All you had ever had was the stars.

And now even they reminded you of him.

You ripped your gaze from the sky and stumbled to the nearby bus stop. Arms wrapped around yourself, protecting you from the cold that gripped at your skin.

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Home had never felt quite so uncomforting before. The door slammed shut and you slowly meandered through the halls. Slowly you switched on the lights, finding yourself in the bathroom. Hesitantly you made your way to the sink, gripping with white knuckles before you looked up at your reflection.

You were still wearing his coat and the necklace. Your hand ghosted over the sigil of his helm hanging from the silver chain as your lip trembled.

At least Lorna was safe.

That was the mantra you repeated to yourself.

And it was the mantra you would keep repeating to yourself, no matter how hard it got.

You brought the coat up to your face, testing to see if it had retained some of him.

A rush of sandalwood and fresh air like the winter night hit you, and your eyes watered. After all this time it still remained his scent. Delicately you reluctantly removed the coat from your body, not wanting it to find anymore than it already had.

Morpheus was gone, all traces aside from the gifts completely eradicated. He would no longer be there to seduce you into a deep slumber, you would no longer feel his touch, the skin like soft silk against your touch, his deep yet gentle voice purring in your ear.

Never lightly bantering with Lucienne, Matthew and Merv in the library again. No more stolen glances and feathering kisses. No more stargazing and watching the dreaming.

You would never see his starlit eyes again. Never to see those twitches of his lips again. Never to hear him speak about his countless aeons and aeons of stories.

No more Morpheus.

The lump at the back of your throat only grew and grew but you casted it out. Splashing cold water on your face.

Morpheus wouldn’t have wanted you to be sad.

You drifted to your room, throwing his coat onto your bed as you took your shoes off. Upon your bed laid Matthew 2.0 and your lip trembled again at the thought of Matthew. A soft thudding hitting against the windows drew your attention from the bed, you peered into the dark reflection to see highlighted raindrops softly falling. Your gaze moved to something tucked away in the corner, you furrowed your eyebrows upon realisation.

It was the Christmas present Lorna had gifted you, that you never opened. Setting aside your emotions you grabbed it as you sat upon the bed regarding the box with curiosity. You grabbed the tag on the bright red wrapping paper. It read.

Thought a special someone might enjoy this ;)

Merry Christmas

- Love Lorna

With a creased forehead you tore into the paper to find a rather flat cardboard box, grabbing the lid you opened it, setting it aside the card written for you with Lorna’s handwriting on it before your eyes landed on the gift.

Your mouth hung open in shock. As you slowly lifted the thin material up.

It was a lingerie set.

A lace black lingerie set.

You regarded the material with your mouth parted. It was beautiful, actually. Proper lingerie, not the cheap stuff. Slowly setting it down you picked up the card on top.

Thought you would need something that matched with your boyfriends gothic fashion. You can thank me later.

You let a chuckle escape you then, of course Lorna would have done something like this, what else had you expected? You licked your lips, would Morpheus have liked something like this?

There would of course only have been one way to find out.

Only it was too late now.

You bit back the tears, you were not about to cry over lingerie, tucking the box away under your bed.

The sound of the rain filled the painfully empty apartment as you travelled to the kitchen, deciding it was way more than past dinner time and you needed to eat.

Morpheus would have wanted you to look after yourself.

Switching the TV on so you could listen to the New Year's eve countdown while cooking. And what a year it had been, if you had told January you where you would be now? Well maybe you would have given up right then and there. You opened the fridge and grabbed some vegetables, deciding to throw them in with some pasta. You grabbed a tomato and started slicing it. The sounds of the knife hitting the chopping board echoing against the desolate air.

Your mind cruelly betrayed you as memories of him played in your head.

A new sense of dread collapsed onto you and you clambered to your feet. As your heartbeat echoed in your ears. “Who are you?” You stuttered shielding yourself by crossing your arms over your chest as if they would protect you from whomever was in front of you.

“Who am I?” The deep voice practically purred as he stood up and started descending down the steps. “I am Dream of the Endless and you requested an audience with me, so you shall state your matters at once” He said coldly as his eyes studied you.

The chopping sped up.

You looked back up to Dream noticing his silence, and he looked back into your red rimmed eyes as he slowly and carefully leant down in front of you. You turned away still trying to slow the crying down before you felt the soft brush of Dreams thumb on your cheek drying your tears. Looking back in confusion as his thumb, still on your cheek, swiped over your soft skin ever so slightly, you looked into his eyes. They were soft and all the more piercing, earlier cruelty nowhere to be found.

The proximity between the two of you was still overpowering but yet you had felt the most calm, the most safe you had been in an excruciatingly long time.

You didn’t feel so alone.

You bit your lip, furiously slamming the knife further down into the vegetable.

“Morpheus”

Your forehead creased in confusion.

“Call me Morpheus” He rasped.

Your heart leapt in your chest and you brushed your nose with his. “Morphe-”

You were cut off by Morpheus gently brushing his lips against yours and you instantly melted under the touch. His hand slid around your lower back, pulling you into him. You began to lose yourself in his hold as your hand crept up behind his head, fingers tousling his messy raven hair. Your lips parted slightly against his as his tongue slipped into your mouth and you feverishly whimpered at the all too welcome feeling.

You threw another tomato onto the chopping board, whacking it a ridiculous amount.

The already thick atmosphere tripled by tenfold as the air cracked under the pressure as you held in your breaths. His expression became apprehensive, nervous almost as he looked up at you through his lashes, his face etched in a new kind of vulnerability you had never seen from him before.

“I’ve fallen in love with you”

A tear escaped your eye as your breath hitched, your head suddenly becoming fuzzy. Your gaze softened and you felt a warmth spread through your body.

Your wrist started to ache as the ripples of pressure from the knife hitting the wooden chopping board started to burn through you, but you did not stop. The booming, hitting your ears making you flinch.

“I love you, Morpheus” You whispered against the tears.

“Goodbye, Dream of the endless”

And then you felt his touch slip through your fingers like sand and could no longer feel his hot breath on your skin, no longer feel his soft silk skin against your forehead

You slowly opened your eyes and he was gone.

The knife clattered out of your hand, the piercing and blaring sound of it hitting your kitchen counter echoing around the walls but you did not care. You winced your eyes shut as the sobs started to escape your lips.

You wanted so badly to continue with life the way you had.

But how could you?

How could you just move on from a love like that?

With the most beautiful lover?

You couldn’t.

And you wouldn’t.

Not for a long time at least.

You fell back against the kitchen counter with a defeated whimper. Pain clawing through your heart and your soul.

Oh what you would’ve given for him to swoop into your apartment now and whisk you away to the dreaming.

But you couldn’t.

Couldn’t risk Lorna or anyone else you had cared for in your life.

You just couldn’t.

The TV started counting down and you looked up with glassy eyes realising the time.

"3,2,1 and…Happy New Years!"

You stood silently staring at the TV. This wasn’t exactly how you had planned to bring in the new year. You cast your blurred gaze back to the tomatoes you rather violently destroyed before sighing and throwing them into the pot of pasta cooking on the stove. Wiping at the tears though you knew they would undoubtedly continue you meandered over to the window, from here you could see a few fireworks going off.

Taking a shuddering breath you allowed yourself a moment, staring into the sky, it wasn’t exactly the view from the dreaming. But it mattered not, it was all you had now. Morpheus was gone and now you had to move on, without him.

The reflections of the bright fireworks glistened in your eyes, at least you would remember him.

And no one could take that away from you.

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As soon as he arrived in the dreaming it clouded over, rain pouring down on the inhabitants of his kingdom. Lucienne and Matthew knew right away what it had meant as he strode past them, with a look so devastatingly defeated they shared a knowing glance. The king murmured something about throne room and not be disturbed unless necessary, leaving the two to only theorise on what had happened.

They had put one and one together when you didn’t arrive in the dreaming that night, disappointment clawing at the both of them, only hoping this wouldn’t last.

Morpheus didn’t go to his throne room.

Instead he found himself by a lake, underneath the stars, rain only softly hitting him, dampening his hair as he stood silently his jaw tensed.

He had a duty to carry out, and he would, he always would. But for tonight?

Tonight he would simply let himself be.

Letting the King of Dreams wish that he could, like the guests in his kingdom, dream. So at least maybe then he could dream of you.

#morpheus imagine #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #morpheus #morpheus x reader #the sandman #morpheus x you #the sandman x reader #sandman x you

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lil-melody-moon · 12 days

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Hi darling❤️ Here’s a few Uncle Ernie pics to thank you for the masterclass today 🫶🏻 love ya heheh

*I know the effect Uncle Ernie has on you so don’t die please🤣*

My tiny self seeing him:

...Masterclass she says while I was writing all of that when I was bored during classes...

HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I NOT DIE?! THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO ME WITH HIM, OH GOD, MY BIG MOUTH The character that did two things to me: literally kicked out the promise I've made to myself to never fall for fictional character again AND the one that makes me as submissive as a tiny mouse can be - he can tie me up, he can use me for his own pleasure, he can ravish me, I can become his pet if he wants, I don't mind, I'll be even thankful for that!

*takes a deep breath*

I just kicked myself upon deciding to even tell you about him, did I? Once you'll watch "Tommy" I'll be even more screwed BUT actually I've decided to make some changes to the AU I have in this musical thanks to that - version I don't know which, there's so many and I can't fucking decide - so that's a plus.

Also you have a fucking timing you know that? I had very dirty thoughts about him today - still have them, those pics are not fucking helping ;//////////////////////////; Thinking about Uncle Ernie fucking me was better than paying attention to history class, oh so much better, you have no idea <3

ANYWAY

Oh my God, I'm losing my shit

I'm gonna tell you a story related to the last pic, thanks to which I can't look at it without getting wet, because why not? I already said what I said above, what the hell!

So, it won't be a surprise when I say that I have wet dreams with Keith and with Uncle Ernie - separated ones, threesome with them is a deadly combo for me, we will not speak about it in this post - and so I had one with Uncle Ernie a few months ago. This pervert got the splendid idea, the first thing in the morning that I should sit on his face. He was excited about it like a tiny child and I did agree. This was the wettest dream I had in this year, I couldn't pull myself together and on top of that, this last photo was the first one I saw upon opening Pinterest. I just looked at it and had that thought cross my mind: "I sat on this face..." and got so fucking turned on I literally couldn't sit XD

And like, you can imagine, judging by my reactions what happens when I watch "Tommy", I don't go through this musical well - the last time I was shaking for 15 minutes and couldn't calm down after seeing him - the "Fiddle About" scene lasts from 2 to 3 minutes, I even begged to skip it, this is how bad I have it with him.

And yep, this is the same level I have with Keith, I'm literally fucked, don't you think? XD

#thank you for this!#it was fun to type all of that #I'm also exposing myself here #second most deranged post here #ask corner

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hexpea · 3 months

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Ch. 19 - A Father's Promise ⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️

"Toji, you can't do that," you urgently responded as he began to get up from his seat to leave the restaurant. You quickly opened your purse to pay, a cross-body that you had kept on you for nights like this where you otherwise couldn't trust yourself to grab it when leaving places.

"You don't have a say in it anymore," he grumbled as you caught up to him after paying for both of your ramen. "It needs to be done."

"Toji..." you begged, now tugging on the back of his t-shirt as he continued down the city streets. "Toji, stop!" You stopped your feet this time but he continued on, his shirt falling out of your grasp as he turned a corner.

You continued silently following him until he entered a love hotel. You followed him up to his room, which looked a complete mess, and watched as he prepared for his mission. You watched in horror as he shoved nearly his whole hand into his mouth to touch his uvula. He dry heaved, the noise loud and almost triggering for you, his other hand coming to his stomach from the lurching pain as he retrieved the worm. He tossed it on the ground and it began to unravel. Toji began to grab various weapons from atop the bed, they looked to be freshly cleaned, and began feeding them to the worm who happily took them in. You tried to ignore the grotesque scene.

"Toji, please," you requested again, this time in a softer tone.

He took a deep breath and stood up straight, turning his head toward you. "If I don't do this you'll never get Tsumiki. And Megumi will be in danger. I'm taking them both out...for our benefit."

You paused. The thought had crossed your mind on multiple occasions, but you always rejected the idea. Killing wasn't in your nature and you couldn't live with the guilt of killing someone, even if it was a complete stranger or someone who you utterly detested. But nothing...if you do nothing, was it really your fault? But then again...did you...want it to be your fault? You bit down on your bottom lip as you watched the worm curl up into a little ball again, Toji quickly swallowing it as if it were nothing. Something about his posture was animalistic, the way he stood he just oozed power.

"Let me come with you," you suddenly chimed, voice shaking.

Toji looked at you out of the side of his eye, trying his best to keep down the worm he had just swallowed. "My, my," he chuckled and turned towards you, "why the sudden change of heart?" He crossed his arms over his chest, feet spread apart. He looked intimidating.

"I've just decided that you're right," you muttered. "The only way I want to get rid of my husband is this way. But...just this once," you swallowed hard. "Otherwise, you know how I condemn it."

"Sounds good to me," his grin was taunting you, curled up at the corners and just beckoning you in. "Will you give the final blow, princess?" He teased before turning to walk out the door.

Just as he placed his hand on the doorknob, you went up behind him with a gaze in your eyes so fiery. He looked back for just a moment after feeling the burning of your eyes on the back of his neck.

"Don't you mock me," you said with a powerful tone. The anger was apparent in your eyes. "These are our children, Toji. If this is what it takes to keep them safe, I'm willing to do it."

"Let's go save our children, then," he smiled down at you, your faces merely inches apart.

The two of you held your gaze, facial expressions unmoving -- yours one of anger and defense and Toji's one of arrogant cockiness, a crooked grin sending chills down your body as if to signal the heavy beating of your heart.

But then, as if reading one another's thoughts, you simultaneously pressed your lips together, a sense of urgency in your movements. All that could be heard were your fervent breaths as you nearly attacked one another. Your hands quickly flew up Toji's shirt as his went straight for the zipper of your dress, hand moving down your body with your dress falling down your shoulders. In nearly a blink, the two of you found yourselves half-naked and backing up toward the bed. You had stepped out of your dress, still wearing your high heels. Toji fell backward onto the mattress as your body began to straddle him, his one hand catching his fall with the other wrapped snuggly around your waist. Your hips ground onto him, his usual cotton pants leaving very little to the imagination. Your body began to build with wretched anticipation, your center whining for his affection.

With the two of you now safely on the bed, his hands went straight for your ass, giving you a tight squeeze and to hold you down as he ground his hips upward to you. Despite still wearing underwear, you felt instant gratification from his sudden, incessant desire for you. A low moan unexpectedly fell from his mouth as you playfully bit on his bottom lip. His hands then trailed up your back, going straight for the clasp of your bra. You sat up in order to remove it completely only to look down and find your lipstick smeared almost all across his face.

With your chest now exposed in front of him, he immediately sat up and dove toward your neck. The stubble from his facial hair coming in caused goosebumps to rise up and down your neck and left arm. Your hand delicately caressed his back as you emitted breathy gasps from his touch.

He then stood up with you in his arms and plopped you back down on the bed, his knees hitting the floor as one of his hands effortlessly slid your panties down. He tossed them away and went straight for your vulva. You squeaked as soon as you felt the heat of his mouth against your labia, tongue moving in circles against your clit, small shocks of pleasure moving up your spine with each little flick. His eyes were fluttered shut, hair beginning to stick to his forehead. His hands gripped your waist for dear life as he ate you away. The feeling became so overwhelming that your thighs clamped down on his ears, your ankles crossing behind his head as he went even deeper.

Just as he felt your warm juices spill onto his tongue, your walls beginning to pulsate around his tongue, he pulled away. Standing straight, he pulled the single tie on his pants and shoved his boxer briefs to the ground. Fully erect, a familiar desire began growing in both of your chests. As he knelt down on the side of the bed he began slowly pumping himself, a small dab of precum forming at the tip of his penis.

Effortlessly, he dragged your ankles closer to him and forced your body to meet his at an angle. You felt the smoothness of his head against your vagina. A filling feeling overcame you as he pressed heavily into you, his pelvis meeting yours with a sigh of relief.

"It's been far too long," he gave a low growl as he collapsed over you, his forearms propping up his torso as his lips went for yours again.

You could subtly taste yourself on his tongue, it tasted completely feral. Toji continued to grind down onto you, the cheap hotel bed squeaking with each heavy thrust. He put nearly his entire body weight into pressing into you, your cervix screaming with painful pleasure as he met it relentlessly.

Your hands gripped the sheets next to you as tears formed at the corners of your eyes, running down your temples and into your hair as you looked down at him. He still held that cocky smile, his hands now holding your ankles above his shoulders. The look behind his eye was incredibly hungry, as if he had been starved for the past five years.

As you let out your own moans of pleasure, a rhythm of others in the rooms next door could be heard. You were in a love hotel after all. Toji didn't bother keeping quiet either, his low groans sending you as he moved gracefully against you, sliding in and out with ease. Your own cries were like music to his ears, the times you had done it previously, needing to keep quiet, were too much to bear another time. He felt lucky to have been staying in such a place to get this chance with you.

"Toji!" You cried out, back arching away from the mattress and the crown of your head pressing into it.

Your body began spasming out of control on top of him, your body spilling onto him once again. His dick had a certain sheen from your juices. The feeling of your body pulsating around him, his own, thick veins pulsing madly with the need for release. A man with little cares, he allowed himself to spill into you with a final groan. His head fell back as his chest heaved for breath, your ankles still in their heels and still in his grasp. The pressure of his hold on you increased as he filled you, his head now swinging the opposite direction so his hair fell in his face.

He looked up at you after a pause, his body still inside of you. His hair stuck to his forehead and beads of sweat rolled down his cheek. You, too, looked down at him breathlessly, your body still sparking with the electricity of your orgasm.

"Now then," he breathed, shaking his head to get his hair away from his eyes, "let's go kill some bastards."

#toji fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji x you #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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"Officially no one owns the property, but if it were to be purchased now then it would open up the possibility of further negotiations with the chancellor in the future." Azul hardly pauses, laying out documents across the desk in an orderly though unmistakably excited fashion. It's clear this has lit a fire in him, for better or worse.

"It's not often that the higher ranking families cede any of their belongings. Territory being the most closely guarded next to information. Not only is it part of the most fertile trenches in the Coral Sea, the owner would have say on whether human ships may pass through or not and could demand a tithe for passage."

He pauses, looking up at Jade with a gleam deep in his eyes. His smile is wide, showing teeth. "It would be a victory to obtain, wouldn't you say?"

@mostrohost / Azul

He pays rapt attention as Azul rambles on about the property, finding himself agreeing to most of it. Jade had many 'businessmen' in his life, or at least ones that prided themselves on their ability to negotiate. Azul had been young, as young as he was, but he'd been willing to stake his fortune on the fact that Azul had never lacked the caliber of a promising businessman for as long as he'd known him. Now, more than ever, has proven Jade right, above all things. Azul's passion to found his own franchise within the food industry has never wavered since the day they decided to establish Mostro Lounge.

Though Jade would be lying to himself if he denied the fact that something had been on his mind. Something he's known since his school days. While his tenure on land was fun, never once had he forgotten who he was, or what their family business and social status alludes to what awaits them.

He'd always known it would come down to this day. Their school days, thrilling as they might be, were never meant to last forever. So was his relationship with Azul.

"For you, it would." He smiles, mismatched gaze darts from the site to the writing scribbled on Azul's notebook. Vaguely, he catches sight of his name among the short list of people Azul plans to include as one of the owners. "However, Azul, I believe there is something I must tell you that simply cannot wait." He begins, unconscious that his fists have clenched slightly next to him. Jade closes his eyes and inhales deeply. It's a scene he'd been replaying in his mind over and over again, but the more he did it, the more he realized that no matter how meticulously he phrases his words, or how thoroughly he'd refined every detail so there'd not be hard feelings between them - nothing will change the fact that the outcome would be something he dislikes.

"It's time we part ways." He finally says. It felt like a boulder had been lifted off of his chest, but as soon as the weight left him, the dread settled it as he watched the same boulder move to rest on Azul's shoulders. "What?" He echoes a laugh, playing it off. "Come now, have you forgotten what family business our parents run? Don't look at me like that, we've always known this won't go on forever. I can't be your secretary or your Vice Housewarden forever."

Floyd and he were meant to last forever, but Azul — as much as they both enjoyed having him around, treasured the years from when they met Azul until this very moment — Azul will always be an outsider. Antonio would never allow his sons to make normal friends once they assumed his role, and Jade knew better than anyone what it meant to make Azul part of their so-called 'organization'.

"We are almost twenty-one. Our Father would have us assume his position soon — it's a long time coming, I'm afraid. And it might be better to break it off here and now before the project sets sail. You'll have more time to find replacements for Floyd and I."

#mostrohost #𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⁄ ic.#𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⟡ ⁄ ᶜᴴ⁰⁰³ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʜᴀɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜꜱ *:･ MAIN VERSE.#// enjoy the angst uwu

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11th day - "DragonSlay" (scene 4)

…I wonder if Saber's really all right. She says she will have no problems fighting, but isn't it hard on her fighting Berserker when she was so weak before?

No, I'm more worried about her Noble Phantasm. "I will not be able to maintain my body if I use it." Saber said that. That means that Saber will disappear the instant she uses that sword.

"――Saber" "Yes. What is it, Shirou?" "…Can you promise me one thing before we fight?" "…? Yes, I do not mind if it is something I can do."

"…Okay. Um, I don't want you to use your Noble Phantasm no matter what situation we end up in. It's a serious matter if we use that on the ground, and I don't want you to disappear even if we can defeat Berserker with it."

"Yes, I understand. I do not intend to use the Noble Phantasm either. I do not think I will be able to defeat Berserker with the amount of magical energy I have, and more importantly, I will not be able to obtain the Holy Grail if I disappear." Saber declares so. That makes me happy.

"All right. You're the same as always. I'm relieved that you're so sickeningly calm." "…Hm. What is that supposed to mean, Shirou?" "No, it doesn't mean anything. Let's just go outside. Tohsaka will complain at us again if we're late."

"You are right. It seems to be Rin's hobby to complain at you." …Saying such an ominous thing, Saber heads to the exit.

――Then. Saber's body falls forward as if she tripped on something. "…!!" I quickly grab her hand.

"Come on, watch your feet. Things are scattered around, so you have to watch out――" "……" …Hey. Saber is blushing awkwardly.

"S-Saber…? What? Is something wrong?" "…No, it is not that… but if you are holding my hand, um…" Saber blushes even more. …Her figure looks like me from earlier.

"Oh―――――" I blush too. Her hand in mine. …I vividly recall Saber's sensations and pull away quickly.

"―――――" "―――――" Unable to say anything, we just stand there.

"…L-Let's go outside. We have to go or we won't have much time." "T-That is right. Let us hurry, Shirou." We start to go with that forced conversation.

…Once we go outside, we won't return here. I look back at the ruin for the last time and head to the battlefield, suppressing my beating heart.

We reach an open clearing in the forest. The sun is rising and the forest is darkened by the morning mist. Compared to the inside of the dense forest, this place has an open view.

"Tohsaka. This place is okay, right?" "…Yeah. It meets several conditions, but I don't know about the view being so open. There aren't any escape routes for you or Saber."

"…Hm." She's such a perfectionist, considering even the escape routes.

"Let's look for another place. We should have time." Tohsaka reenters the forest. "……" But Saber stares into the distance and doesn't move.

"Saber? What are you doing? If we don't hurry, Ilyasviel will――"

I feel a chill. I can't forget it, since I felt it once already. I can't even see him nor feel his presence. But this pressure on my body must be because of him.

――Fufu. Found you――

A girl's voice echoes through the forest. Beyond the mist. From inside the forest far away, something black comes straight for us.

――Hold on. I'll be there to kill you soon――

…Is it because we're in a clearing under the open sky? I feel like Ilya is talking to us while looking down from the sky.

"Crap, she found Shirou already…!? This is bad, this place is too open… whoa, how fast are they going!? It won't take them even two minutes to get here…!" Tohsaka is flustered.

"Hey, why are you two so relaxed…!? I'm telling you this place is bad! We have to go somewhere else…!" Tohsaka takes my hand. ――But we won't make it.

"――This place is fine. Let's fight here, Tohsaka. We're lucky just to be able to fight with the three of us together, so we can't wish for more."

"Idiot, I'm telling you that's no good…! There's too much space here…! Saber can't stop Berserker by herself, and you'll be in his range no matter how far away you are…!"

"I know you're worried about me, but everyone's in danger now. And besides, there's no escape now, right?" "Ugh… that's true, but…"

"It's fine with you too, right Saber? We'll take Berserker on here." Saber nods quietly. "G-Geez…! Fine. I'll be pissed if you die too easily…!"

She must have agreed as she disappears into the fog. Once she goes into action, she's super fast. She gets away from the clearing and goes up a tree in the forest.

"――They're coming, Saber. Are you ready?" "…You too. Please do not come any closer than you are now once the fight starts. I will not let Berserker near you, no matter what."

Saber answers in a quiet voice. …The fog flickers. From the morning fog… As if a black darkness is seeping out, the mad warrior appears along with a white girl.

"I'm surprised. I thought you'd keep running until the very last second. Or have you given up already, Onii-chan?" …There's about forty meters between us and Ilya. We're facing each other on opposite ends of the clearing.

"…Oh, so Saber's recovered. I see, that's why you stopped running. …That's disappointing. It's cute that you think you can win just because of that, but―― ――I'm sorry, Shirou's going to die here."

Her laughter echoes through the forest. Does it irritate her? Saber, standing beside me, is so worked up that she could attack at any moment.

"Geez. This is boring since you've gotten so quiet. Are you scared of dying? That's a waste. If you beg for your lives now, I might consider forgiving you."

…Tohsaka must have finished climbing the tree. If she's going to place herself, it will be near the center of the clearing. Nobody would notice if she was right where the branches are overlapping, and they should be strong enough to support her as well.

"…I see, so that's how you're acting. Then I guess there's no more point in talking. I'll kill you two and Rin―― ――Hold on. Where's Rin, Shirou?"

Ilya's tone changes. …I guess that's what you expect from Berserker's Master. She has a complete understanding of what can be overlooked and what can't be.

"――Tohsaka isn't here. She left us behind a long time ago."

"You guys went your separate ways? Oh yeah, you two would just be a burden to her. She should be able to run away faster by herself."

"…That's right. Knowing her, she should be out of the forest by now. You won't make it even if you go after her now."

"――Is that so? This forest is Einzbern's boundary field. I can tell who enters and who leaves. No one has left the forest since then. Rin is still in the forest, so I can look for her later."

"―――――" …Thank God. If Ilya can only sense the boundaries of the forest, she doesn't know about Tohsaka yet. Actually, she completely believed what I said. …Ilya is certainly a cold-hearted Master. But still――can't that cold-heartedness still be recovered?

"…Ilya, I'll ask one more time before we fight. Won't you stop being a Master and stop this battle?"

"I can't. It's my grandfather's command. As long as I have Berserker, I'm the Master of Einzbern. I have to kill other Masters and bring back the Holy Grail."

"…And besides, I'm the one that should be asking you. I'm the head of Einzbern, so I won't repeat my words… but I can still listen if you're going to give me a different reply…?"

…She has a little hope in her voice. But as long as Saber is beside me, I can't nod to her words.

"――My answer won't change. I'm Saber's Master. If you won't stop being a Master, I'll defeat Berserker and make you quit." I declare so while looking at Ilya and Berserker. In that instant. The air in the clearing freezes.

"…I see. Then I'll really kill you. I'll disintegrate you and your conceited thoughts, Shirou…!"

"Wha――?" …What is that? A pattern is appearing on her face. ――No, it's not just her face. That thing is all over her body――it's a huge Command Spell, incomparable to the ones we have.

"――No more playing around. Go mad, Hercules." A dead voice. As if to answer it, the giant behind her roars.

"□□□□□□□□□□□□" A scream that shakes the earth. The giant screams as if going insane――and its every ability increases as it deforms and swells.

"――It can't be. You were just taking his reasoning away? You have not been using his berserker abilities all these times…!?" Saber's voice is uneasy. It's only natural for her to feel a shudder. Even I, unable to tell how strong a warrior is, can sense that it is not to be messed with.

"Go…! Kill anything that nears you, Berserker…!" "□□□□□□□□□□□□――――!!" It's an explosive roar. It roars out, not even a howl now, and the giant jumps in.

"――! Saber…!" A silver light dashes forward in reply. Berserker lands in the center of the clearing. A huge body descends and Saber runs straight for its landing point.

――The ground trembles. As if stopping a meteor, Saber attacks Berserker.

――It is the return of legends.

In this forest filled with the morning mist, the two shadows clash without ceasing. Berserker is just overwhelming.

If his horizontal blow is a whirlwind, his descending blow is a waterfall. If Saber takes such an attack, it would prove fatal even for her.

Saber repels such attacks straight on without faltering. Against storm-like blows, she deflects them with all her might.

If she doesn't, she will be slashed in half along with her sword. The infinite blows that continue without pause are in fact a blow diverted with all her might.

The continuous sound of clashing. Their ranges are different. Their speeds are different. Their strengths remaining are too different.

The only thing possible for Saber is to smash her sword into the unavoidable attack and stop it from slashing her by offsetting it with her own blow.

To speak metaphorically, Berserker is a broken rock drill. The blade spinning in all directions will mercilessly destroy all that approach. If one reaches out even a little, that's it. One would get entangled in the blade and be shred into pieces unable even to run away.

…A normal human can't go up against such a thing. If approaching it is fatal, you can only run away. But Saber places herself within the blades and does not retreat.

So she will be cut down bit by bit. The swords make sparks, and it's only natural for her armor to splinter bit by bit. She is constantly putting herself in fatal situations.

"―――――" I just hold my breath. In ancient times… The heroes that went up against dragons must all have been like her.

They know well enough that their strengths are different. But still, they bet on the chance of a lifetime.

A great violence surpassing human. They defend until the only opening appears――and many warriors died when no such miracle occurred. Their fight is just that. A dazzling battle that takes my eyes away, but… It has only one end prepared, with it being Saber's defeat as she is hurt more by the second――

"□□□□□□□□□□□" The roar shakes the ground. Berserker's whirlwind cuts through the wind and flings back the defending Saber. Saber's armor chips away with every blow, and as she hits the ground――she charges bravely at Berserker without falling to her knees.

…But she's already at her limits. Saber's breathing wildly, and her movements are slowing down even to my eyes. She's not even trying to create an opening in Berserker. Saber will be slashed by him in a few more blows――

"―――――!" In my clenched fist is a bow. I――

#votestaynight #fate #fate stay/night #fate route

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