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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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How You Turn My World; Chapter 4

You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.

Character; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog

Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out

Word Count; 2.2 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

As per usual, don't put my work into AI.

You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.

“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”

At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.

“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner.

But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.

… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.

The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.

You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly.

What are the chances…

“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.

The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.

You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”

You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.

“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.

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Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.

“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.

The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.

Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.

The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”

Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”

The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”

Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.

“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.

…

The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.

But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.

“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.

Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.

… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either.

One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”

But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.

‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’

At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.

“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”

And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?

The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.

What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.

“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.

Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.

“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”

Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!

You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone.

“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.

From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.

They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”

That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.

It was him — Mr. Sparkles.

And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).

But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.

“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”

My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.

He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).

“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”

“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”

The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.

“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”

You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”

You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”

From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.

But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.

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To be continued!

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short-honey-badger · 5 months

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Peppermint Tea 3

Another part already! Enjoy!

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Warnings! Some kissing! Dracule isn't shy about what he wants.

You don't remember falling asleep, but wherever you are, you're warm and cozy, just a little confused as to why your bed is moving. Up and down you go, and it's enough to pull your sluggish brain to wakefulness and crack your eyes open. The sight that greets you is one that you could definitely get used to.

Ringed yellow eyes stare down at you, a fond, but exasperated look adorning Dracule's handsome features. He shifts under you, and you realize that he's probably uncomfortable with you draped all over him like this, “How long was I asleep for?”

“Only a couple of hours,” Mihawk murmurs and taps the side of your leg, “Move for me, Dear.”

He watches as you carefully remove yourself from his lap, not touching him more than you need to. Mihawk stands and sighs in relief when his back pops. He steps by you, stopping for half a second to press a sleepy kiss to your forehead before he slips off to the bathroom.

You make yourself useful and go to the storage room to dig up a shirt that would most likely fit Dracule and that pair of socks you'd forgotten about. He has emerged from the bathroom by the time you come out of the back room, and you hand over the things you had gathered.

“I checked your jacket. It's still pretty damp,” you inform him and turn away from the well-groomed man as he slips the white shirt over his shoulder. Mihawk only bothers to button the bottom four buttons, leaving his chest exposed.

“Nothing to worry about, Darling. I have others on my ship,” he rumbles and then steps towards the kitchen, “I'll put the kettle on, if you don't mind?”

It makes your heart flutter to see him so comfortable in your home, so you nod quickly, “Absolutely. Like I said, Darcule. Make yourself at home,” you assure him, and he slips you a tiny smirk before disappearing around the corner.

Hank flops down beside you, giving you big pitiful eyes, and you crouch to pet his shaggy head, “I know, Buddy. I don't really know what I'm doing, either.”

Which is terribly true. You've never had a man treat you like this before, as if you were his equal, and it made you feel comfortable and safe in his presence.

“Darling, how do you like yours?” Mihawk's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you stand to meander to the kitchen.

“I'll show you,” You step close and pull your sugar tin close and proceed to dump an obscene amount of sugar into the mug. When you glance at him, Mihawk is giving you a look as if you've suddenly grown a second head, “What?”

The warlord huffs, “No wonder you're so sweet,” he quips with a twist of his lips, and you gasp in mock outrage. You watch as he proceeds to put nothing in his tea and simply sips the blend itself.

“Well, no wonder you're so bitter,” you tease back and sputter when Mihawk flicks you in the forehead. It doesn't hurt, but it's enough to have you glaring up at him, lips curling in a mischievous smile.

“Don't call me bitter. I like plenty of sweet things,” Dracule rumbles, and you flush as you recall his words from the first time the two of you met.

Mihawk enjoys the red that tints your cheeks. Likes the way your eyes go all half lidded when he whispers honeyed words to you. A cruel smirk plays across his lips and he steps close, one hand curling around your hip, and you can feel his breath against your skin, “Things like deserts, and candies,” his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, “Things like you.”

The room grows cold, but Mihawk does not move despite the rising chill. That same tension is back from earlier, and it makes you tremble and not from your devil fruit. His hand flexes against your hip, tugging you a tiny bit closer to his furnace of a body, and you gasp when you stumble forward.

Your hands are freezing against his chest, and Dracule lifts his free hand to gently grasp both of your, squeezing softly.

“I don't know what I'm doing,” you admit quietly and stare at the way this beautiful man holds your hands like you are something precious.

Mihawk stares down at the top of this young woman's head. He doesn't know why, and he doesn't know when, maybe when she had offered him tea the first time, but a connection had formed between the two of you. One that he didn't want to shy away from. You were something special in this world, hidden away from the drama and evil that tainted the Grand Line. Dracule has always gotten the things that he wants. This would be no different.

“I won't lead you astray, Little One,” Mihawk murmurs, voice rough, and he smooths his hand up from your hip to cradle your jaw. He lifts your face up, and you can't help but stare into his ringed eyes. His lips curl into a soft smile so small that you wouldn't have caught it if you hadn't been paying attention. His thumb smooths over your cheek, “Do you trust me?”

You search his gaze and see nothing but fondness for you in the yellow depths, and you find that you do trust this man.

“Yes.”

The smile widens on Dracule's face, “Good,” he whispers, and then he is leaning down to close the distance. He tightens his grip on your hand when you whimper against his lips, eyes falling shut so that he can focus on the way you feel against him.

Your lips slot against his perfectly, but it's your first kiss, so it's enough to take your breath away and have you flushed to the roots of your hair when Dracule breaks the kiss. You breathe deeply through your nose, and he lets go of your hands to wrap his arm around your waist and press you close to his chest. His lips find your brow and rest there before he speaks up.

“Was that okay, Darling?” He asks softly, and you are quick to nod your head. You feel him leave one last kiss to your forehead, and then he is letting you go to stare down at you, “Verbally, please.”

You grin up at him, “That was my first kiss,” you say and giggle when you watch Mihawk's eyes darken a shade at the information. He knew that you were sheltered, innocent even, but knowing this about you only makes Mihawk want to keep you hidden away even more. Dracule knows that he is selfish.

“I'm honored to be the one to take it,” He quips, and you roll your eyes at him and carefully step away.

“My books didn't do it justice,” You mention off handedly and gesture to a stack of said books, “I don't have a lot of romantic ones though, only the ones that have washed up on shore.”

Mihawk huffs, “I can assure you that your books will not hold a candle to me,” pride in himself drips from his voice and you can't decide if what he says worries you or not.

The rest of the day is spent in one another company. You show him your garden this time and explain which plant is which. Mihawk learns that you have become an excellent fisherman since that was your main source of protein and agrees to stay for dinner when the sun begins to set.

It's disgustingly domestic watching you dither around the kitchen of your small home, but Dracule is more content than he has been in a very long time. The smell of baking bread and grilled fish fills the cottage, and he can't help the small smile that plays along his lips. This was the start of a new chapter in his life, one that he would gladly share with you.

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piescornerstore · 3 months

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yknow i really like the headcanon where addisons, when they're tired or otherwise out of energy, can plug into some sort of cable and recharge at the end of a long day. but i also like the headcanon where their main source of energy is money. while they can eat anything, from regular human food to magic food to shoes, usually the most important nutrients an addison can get is from any type of currency. and i thought, why not both? humans do the same. addisons use food as the main source of energy, and connect themselves to a cable so they can clear their caches and be more ready than ever to be able to sell and work, which is all that they're supposed to be able to do.

and that made me think a little more about addispam's place in all that.

you guys know about the right to repair, right? that ever-looming fact that as consumerism becomes more and more dominant in our lives, and as corporations strive to make more and more money, the things we buy are reaching new levels of craptastic that they're basically made to break, and that older tech, while durable as hell, is basically totally accommodated for in the modern day.

and what about addispam in that context? in my fanon, he's a much older model of addison that accidentally rebooted, meant for the dump but is now roaming cyber city trying to fulfill the one purpose he was made for. but of course, the world isn't made for him anymore. maybe it never was

i'd think it'd really click for him once he tried to plug into a cable to recharge. it's practically necessary for any addison these days: if you want to sell properly, you need to clear your cache, or else your head will be swimming with endless noise that'll just fuck you up the longer it's allowed to accumulate. so, spamton bought itself a charging cable with the little money it had, after asking around to figure out what it was supposed to do (cause no one ever gave it a rulebook). but as soon as he tried to do it, the charger wouldn't fit. it went back to the store. tried another cable. didn't fit. turns out they don't sell chargers that fit its model anymore. nobody does. so addispam has to deal with a cache that keeps building and building.

and what about other things? updates are crucial to addisons. you HAVE to keep up with the styles, you HAVE to keep up with the trends, and you NEED to mimic every single little thing a lightner does but not TOO much or it might be too uncanny. so when a new update comes out, everyone's getting it.

except spamton. its model's far too old to receive such updates. it's not even on the table anymore. the last update for a model of his kind was probably a decade ago, and of course, there's no way to modify him to receive one in a way that won't kill him.

and modifications are another thing. as lines of code compressed to form sentient artificial organisms, cyber citizens can modify themselves in any way they want. tall, short, thin, fat, long hair, short hair, eye color, fingernails, even down to the way your voice sounds, you can modify yourself in any way you want. isn't that the dream? and hey, they still have modifications available for spamton's type of model? isn't that fantastic?

except they cost money. way too much money. these are the types of mods that if spamton had them, he'd probably be able to make a few sales, but he can't, because he doesn't have MONEY. and that's the thing that's fueling all of this.

everyone needs their cache cleared so they can make sales. everybody needs to update right away so they can make sales. everyone needs to modify themselves in just the right way so they can make sales. keeping everyone on their toes, their nerves ready to explode once the right mistake is made, is just the way an addison's world works. you wouldn't want to fail at your one and only purpose, would you? you wouldn't want to end up like that guy, you know him, everyone knows him, and everyone knows how much they DON'T want to be him. because they'd be failures if they were anything like him.

anyway i hate consumerism bye <3

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vi-trying-to-survive · 1 year

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We Can Share

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None this pretty much fluff only :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood and Y/N have to stay overnight in a hotel for a case, which is not the biggest problem until the room only has one bed

A/N: I hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 I wasn't sure how to feel about it and it is a little cliche but I couldn't get it out of my mind also :') 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are slow :') 💖💖💖 Hope you have a great day :) 💖💖💖

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"So you're telling me they didn't have a cheaper room", she frowned, chasing after him.

He didn't look back, crumpling the receipt into his pocket, "Yes".

The straps of her bag weighed down on her shoulders, pulling her down close to the ground, as they walked up yet another flight of stairs. Her feet ached. If this hotel was so brilliant why were all the elevators broken ? It was probably because the location of their next job was far out of London, next to the middle of nowhere. She probably should have seen it coming when the train station was just a misshapen shack that was barely standing. George and Lucy had rather conveniently decided to sit this one out, something about providing assistance remotely. She rolled her eyes.

"Remind me again why we took this case", she groaned, finally catching up to him.

He chuckled, shaking his head, "They are paying us highly for our services".

"Mmhm", she closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. Money. It was the denominator of every fraction in their lives. She longed for a time when they wouldn’t be so dependent on it, to the point where they put their lives on the line just for it. It was a harsh reality, one they were used to, but if anything she could at least thank it for the people that had come into her life, for him.

"Oh come on it's not that bad", he grinned widely, readjusting the bag on his shoulder before handing her a dull looking iron key.

She gave him a pointed look, “That's what you always say"

"But is it ever a lie", he raised a brow. She couldn’t help but smile. It was never awful, not even subpar, not if she was with him. He just knew all the right buttons to press with her, granted he also knew the wrong ones but it didn’t happen often enough to be a concern. He was reckless and overconfident, but he was also sweet and funny. It was hard for her to not have a good time when they were together.

"No, but I am allowed to miss the comfort of home", she grinned. She twisted the key through the lock, swinging the door open.

"Well, you'll be there soon enough", he laughed.

"Oh", her smile faltered. The room itself was relatively normal, no expensive sheets or fantastic views. It was clean and tidy, the covers folded in neatly under the mattress. The only problem was that there was only one bed. She thought this only happened in books, but the universe decided to prove her wrong this one time and of course it had to be with him. She chewed her thumbnail. It was already too late for them to request another room. She wondered what to say. Who would even know what to say ? No one, because no one ever ends up in these kinds of situations, except her apparently.

"Right, this is fine, you take the bed, I'll take the floor", he dumped the bags haphazardly at the foot of the bed. He was already gathering some pillows off the bed.

She felt a twinge of sympathy and maybe something more. Call it a careless decision. In the moment she felt brave, or maybe she was just desperate, she wasn’t sure. Yet she was aware of the consequences, even as the words spilled out, “Don't be ridiculous, we can share".

"I- Only if you're alright with it", he was surprised. She couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad one. If she was being honest she was surprised too. It would have been easier to let him stay on the floor, kept a solid barrier between them. What had she gotten herself into ?

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It was dark when all the lights were turned out. Fortunately, she was quite accustomed to the dark. It didn't scare her. What scared her was the fact that she was lying in a bed with a boy next to her, a boy that she hasn't been able to stop thinking about for the past 6 months. It was not the most ideal situation, but she figured they'd been stuck in more compromising positions. Yet, her heart was still pounding like she'd run a marathon and she was working a little too hard to keep her breathing quiet. They had always been close, even from when she had first joined the agency. She had always summed it up to them being a good team. That was until it developed into something more elaborate. When had things changed ? When had they become complicated ?

"Are you comfortable ?", he turned towards her, whispering.

"Very", she hoped she sounded confident. Her hands were clasped together tightly over her chest as she stared at the ceiling. She refused to look at him. She just might explode from anticipation alone.

"You're practically falling off the mattress", he scoffed. So maybe she had forced herself to be at as close to the edge as she could without falling off. It was only to put a respectable amount of distance between them, so she could manage the night with some semblance of relaxation. She had been hoping that he would be ignorant enough for her plan to work, but he seemed to be the exact opposite. She sighed. This was going to be one of those long nights.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, "Come on".

"No I-", she pressed her lips together. Her body went rigid as he tugged her closer to the middle of the bed, closer to him. She felt overtly self-conscious, choosing to concentrate on breathing in and out, instead of the fact that her back was pressed tightly against his chest. It was a more difficult task than what she had anticipated, especially when the warmth from his body spread to her. Her confidence faltered, and she felt herself relax into him, “This is nice, actually".

"Surprising isn't it ?", his tone was sarcastic, but his hand still rested comfortably over hers.

She was confused to say the least. They were always close, but sharing near-death experiences could do that to a person. Still, the last few months had been different. His touch would linger a little longer before he pulled away hurriedly. She would feel his stare in a crowded room, but he never met her eyes. Maybe it would have been simpler if she had been more forward with him, but she hadn't, and it put her in a vulnerable position. She could have gone to sleep, but she didn't, "Lockwood ?".

"Yes ?", his hot breath left the hairs on the back her neck standing.

She pushed herself to sit up, "I can't keep doing this".

"Doing what ?", he mimicked her position. His brows were furrowed and he sounded unconvinced.

"This", she groaned, throwing her head onto her knees. Why was this so hard for him to understand ? Why was it so hard for her to tell him ? Why wouldn't her heart stop pounding ?

She took a breath in, "We always act like a couple but somehow we're just friends, I just- I need- I-". He watched her closely, eyes dropping to her lips, before pressing his against them. He tasted faintly of honey and tea. She was quick to respond, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugging him closer to her. Her racing heart finally seemed to slow. She felt relieved and desperate all at once. She hoped he felt the same too, and to some extent he must be, seeing as he was kissing her like she might disappear if he didn't.

"Was that a good enough answer for you ?", he chuckled, pulling away.

She was breathless, but stood by a nonchalant facade, "Well you didn't really say anything".

"What? I was trying to make a romantic gesture?", he pressed his lips together, falling back onto the bed. The springs creaked under the sudden weight.

She giggled, smoothing his hair and patting down the stray strands that were sticking out, “Just kidding".

She lay down on the bed, settling into his side. She wondered if this was just a dream, and that she would eventually wake to a version of him that was unaware. The thought alone made her eyes grow wide. Well, it wouldn't hurt to check she thought. She poked him harshly in the side, "Just so you know, I really like you".

He only grinned, "Thanks, I really like me too".

She hit him across the chest, "I hate you". Only Anthony Lockwood could be that big-headed. At least she could be sure that this was reality. Where he had gotten his ego, she would never know, but at least she could go to sleep in peace.

"Don't worry I really like you too", he laughed, softly pressing a kiss against her temple. Though, she thought, when he wanted to, he could also be sweet.

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Rafe w/

“I guess I didn’t realize I was such a nuisance.”

Bonus points if you injure someone 😫🐈

YOU KNOW IT BABE.

"Man, she's all fucking over me, all the damn time." My heart cracks and aches in my chest as I listen to Rafe in the weight room, chatting with Kelce and Topper and apparently not working out, instead talking shit about me.

"I don't know why you don't just dump her." Kelce laughs stupidly and the sound- the offer itself- sends shivers down my spine at the thought of Rafe not liking me that much, after two years, and finding me that annoying that he would just cut me off completely.

"She's a really good lay man- like fuck." Wow.

"Jesus, Rafe. She's your girlfriend, put a little respect on her name." Though Topper stands up for me, and though I appreciate it, why does this even need to be said? Rafe and I have been dating for nearly two years, how on earth does it go on for this long and we've never had a conversation about this.

"I love her to death, she just annoys the fuck out of me sometimes." He sounds frustrated, as if he's not lying, as if I actually bother him this much and, without thinking, I step into the weight room, folding my arms across my chest.

"Thanks Rafe." I call out and all of the men turn to look at me with wide, fearful eyes. Rafe's eyes widen in a horrified look and his lips part in silent shock. Got you. "Really happy to know how much you care about me." I try to stay strong but it doesn't last long, my bottom lip wobbling pathetically and I turn to rush away from the room, hearing Rafe call out for me and chase after me, feet thumping loudly against the floor.

"Fuck- Y/n, wait- no, no, no." He's running through the halls, trying to catch up to me and eventually his hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me back into him. I shove him into the wall with all of my might, looking at him with hatred and nothing but it.

"Fuck off Rafe- I don't want to annoy you anymore than I already do." The tears flow freely down my cheeks as I try to bat them away to no avail, my body shaking in anger as I look at the man I once loved. He goes to wrap his arms around me but I bat him away with a sob. "Get the fuck off of me."

"Don't leave, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." He begs, falling to his knees so he can wrap his arms around my legs, pressing his cheek into my stomach as I stand, speechless, glaring down at him. How pathetic.

"I guess I never realized I was such a nuisance." I hiss, shoving him off of me as I hesitant step away from him, shaking my head in disappointment as he cries.

"You're not, you're everything." He whimpers, rising to his feet and I can spot the way his hands are shaking at his side in fear. Good

"Well, apparently everything is a little annoying."

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jina-juhi · 2 years

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the possibility of us.

pairing - yuta × female reader

word count - 7.7k

warnings - Panic attack (i tried to keep it short) penetration, protected sex, grinding, corruption kink, yuta is not angry and dom, controlling, over stim if i can say so? oral ( both receiving ) and literally everything that comes w this. choking!!!! yea. heh.

summary - You promised yourself you wouldn't fall for him, and you thought he could never fall for a girl like you. There was no way you both could be together, and even if there was one, your past wouldn't let you.

playlist

"eyes off you" - prettymuch

"phases" - prettymuch

"under the influence" - chris brown

"slow down" - chase atlantic

"show me" - black atlass

"safety net" - ariana grande

"used to this" - camila cabello

"chills, dark version" - mickey vallen

"3:00 am" - finding hope

"no guidance" - chris brown ft drake

Authors note:- so this whole thing is someone's request and i have not done justice to it. But here i am still hoping that they like it. I wrote like a whole seed to tree thing but it all got deleted and then I just left it to where my mind led me. I swear im working hard on my English vocab and duh sentence forming skills, but i hope you get the feelings mentioned below~~~

also if u wanna like request something~

m.list

so fucking loud.

The party was getting louder and overwhelming. You were quite alright just a few seconds back but it only takes a thought, to remember everything you want so badly to escape.

You danced like crazy, and drank. A lot. To forget. And now your head is hurting like hell and you don't know what to do or where to go, everything is spinning around and its all a blur. One thing that you could think of right now is your phone.

Searching your pocket and the couch you have been sitting on for so long, you can't find it. Its not lost its with Haewon, your friend. Sadly though your friend had to leave early due to some urgency, you thought it would be okay, you would manage but truly speaking, you're just a child. You try to be brave but being left alone is one of your biggest fears.

The fear kept building up since you were a kid and now it has settled in and made itself permanent in you. First it was your dad leaving you and your mom for a second family, then your mom in chase of her new life and then your so called first love who thought you were too fucked up to be loved. Leaving you like you were a crumbled up piece of paper ready to be dumped. Since then, you have not loved.

Not because you forgot, but because you're sacred.

You're scared everyone would leave you just like them and in the end, they'll move on, they'll live better but you're gonna be wounded. Trust me, you're already wounded enough to go out there and put a knife in your chest with your own hands. You know better or so you may think. That being alone, and not letting anyone in is the key to overcome this but truly, it is just making it worse. You can't help it.

You stumble on your way out of the once filled room with sweaty bodies, heels in one hands and a bottle of water in another. Your legs hurt more with every step you take, mentally cursing yourself for going absolutely reckless. You stand leaning against the main gate, supporting yourself so you don't fall in the wait of a cab.

You watch as tired bodies pass you by one by one. Everybody having someone to lean on to, you have a door. Not complaining but it feels sad sometimes not to have that one person who's always gonna stick by your side and other deep shit. It gets lonely. Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you give up on waiting, shifting your wait from the gate to your feet, you start to walk in the direction of your home, finding it hard because of all the alcohol.

Not even two steps forward, you hear a faint voice calling your name, a voice you would recognise even after your death, a voice that could send you into overdrive in a mere millisecond. You find yourself panicking, why is he calling your name, he shouldn't be calling your name. He's supposed to be the mean guy like everybody says but he's good to you, he's supposed to be cold hearted but he's kind to you, he's supposed to ignore you like he does everybody else, but he treats you different.

Nakamoto Yuta is not supposed to know you.

But he does, and that's what got you falling for him. Hard. It began with a single look in the hallway, you were a fresher and he was in the senior year. You weren't allowed in the library back then which you didn't knew, so you went in to issue some books. A bunch of seniors saw you, scolded you for not abiding by the rules, they could have gone too far but Yuta kinda saved your ass in there. He'd been kind, which was very unlikely of him because they all called him cold-hearted, but you saw no such characters in him, he'd always been nice to you. No matter how much you refused you did had a minute crush on him since that day, which eventually turned in something you'd rather not give a name to.

You turn around to see a very familiar face, you could draw an exact replica of him with your eyes closed. You fumble, he hands are firmly griping you by your arms, holding you upright, "you okay?"

On usual days, if Yuta is taking the first floor hallway to get to his class, you'd take the third floor even if it means you'll be late by five. But on some very rare unusual day, when your hormones decide to throw random tantrums and make you realise how much dry of a pussy cat you have, you'd take the same hallway 0as he does in order to feed your brain with his mere looks alone, which would be enough for the next 5 to 6 days so you could go back on avoiding him, for the sake of your sanity.

Today, most probably was a usual day. Throughout the party, you made sure to not cross paths with him but always keeping in check as to where he was. He looked drop dead gorgeous today in that white tshirt of his, loose hair falling over his face blocking your sight of view but adding up to his perfection. Maybe, just maybe you might have been too obvious with that watching from afar game of yours you think he didn't notice but he does. He knows, he always has known. Boys like him, they always know.

"I just wanna go home." Your voice comes out tired and slurred, the alcohol in your system is probably damaging your sense of judgement, you're saying things you're not supposed to be saying.

"It isn't safe for you to go alone." His voice could make you fall to knees, yea that is the amount of power he holds on you. If he says your name one more time with that pretty mouth of his, you'd be curling into a ball and stay like that for the rest of your life because it would save you from the embarrassment of facing him with your red flushed face and needy eyes. Yes, you're a sucker for him and you don't like it. It's not about him it's about you. How could you risk everything again for just a crush. He's not just a crush. And what about the too fucked to be loved part? What if thats true? You can't risk losing Yuta.

"I'll tak- a cab or somethin you don't have to." Sitting in the same car, having him around you when you're drunk and could literally say anything is not a safe option, safer than going alone though but, it's just too much of a risk. He doesn't give you much choice when he says he's gonna drive you home and you're gonna be quite and let him. All those moments in which it was only him and you alone, all the amount of tension in the air there was is playing on repeat in your mind right now. What could possibly go wrong right? Nothing really went wrong before, but you also weren't drunk.

He takes you to his car, walking beside you still holding you tight. You didn't say but your stomach keeps hurting from time to time, probably from all the drinking you think. Opening the door for you he seats you in, placing his hand on your head carefully so you don't bump your head in the process.

You wait for him to come inside the car, hearts already beating fast. Don't know why but the alcohol has somehow made you more hornier and confident than before, especially him touching you played a major part it in. I mean your allowed to have a crush right, and even though you don't really want someone in your life right now you too want some, need some. How many days can you go without being touched? is two year a normal number?

"Put your seatbelts on." You were too disoriented to understand and implement, he repeats. "Oh!" You try to pull the seatbelt down, its stuck. Or maybe you're just weak. He notices you struggling. What happens next is not the first time, he does things like these often that do some unexplainable things to you. He would randomly place his hands on your shoulder in the middle of nowhere making you jump out of your skin, or rub his thumb against the back of your hand when you're having coffee with him. Play with the long strands of your hair, tangling then detangling them. Eyes contacts were definitely his thing, he's eyes would never leave yours during a conversation no matter how small or big, it made you hard to look at him and hold his gaze. These were some of those moments you couldn't get over even after trying hard.

This guy would be the cause of your death. All happens in one sudden move, he loosens his seatbelt, leaning over you extending his hand to reach the seatbelt that seemed to be really stuck, which he could have managed to pull from afar but no, he had to come close. Goosebumps from his wild eyes form on your skin when they watch you, like undressing you. Up and down and around. Biting and wetting his lips unnecessarily just to turn you on. You, on the other went stiff, for you it was like some one had pushed the pause button because every second felt so heavy, the weight of his gaze was so hard you felt your lungs crushing under the pressure. You could literally listen to your heart thumping in your ears like some one was playing a boombox on maximum volume. Afraid to take your eyes off of him, you just stare blankly at him, though that blank expression was more of a wanting one.

He knows what he's doing, the little curl on his lips showed that, and he knows the effect it has on you so he always over exaggerates everything that he does. You never stopping him is his motivation.

"Dumb girl" he mouths and secures your seatbelt. You gulp hard and release the breath you were holding in. Before you could register what had just happened, his hand was reaching for your forehead with a tissue. "You sure you good? you sweating like crazy!" poking his tongue he hands you the napkin, you pretend wipe your face, actually cursing him making you sweat like this. The ac is not broken, its his fault.

Its so fucking complicated it's like you've got this big crush which isn't even a crush anymore, and it is him who turned it into real damn feelings that you don't want. You know you're better off without him, without the feelings part. You're not ready for him. You'll never be. You know it still you always fall for him, even when you don't want to, even when you know someone's gonna get hurt in the end. It must be something that he said that got you off track. That got you thinking shit and feeling shit, you just can't ignore that anymore. A year is a long time to pretend that you absolutely do not adore Yuta. Its getting harder to pretend.

You crave him.

You need him.

You want him.

but no.

You're saying it as if he wants you too. The possibility of him falling for you is as rare as finding a galaxy in the night sky with naked eyes. Impossible. He's got high standards or maybe you're just not his type. He may play round and about but it's just a play. Not reality. And you've come to peace with that. You're not gonna try, you're not putting your heart at stake but if you do, just in case, there's no way you're gonna have your heart broken because after doing all the math and physics, the probable occurrence of this event called 'us' is zero, even after considering all the factors affecting.

There is a chance, but you wouldn't take it.

But even the greatest of the greatest laws have exceptions, don't they? Not everything can be calculated or predecided. Now who knew a day like today would come in which the drunk you would be driven home by a totally sober Yuta, and the very science that you thought was denying the possibility of you both being together is giving you an unforeseen factor that could change the whole equation, alchol. And alcohol, as we all know is a bitch.

Miserable looking you was sat on the passenger seat, hair tousled, body covered with sweat that glistened whenever light fell on it, lips dry and eyes tired. Though the heat you feel is undeniable, you try to not give in and have some sense of control over your mind that's floating in the pool of hormones mixed with alcohol right now. Pushing your hair back, you look out of the window, chasing the street lamps, counting them to keep you distracted. Clearing your mind, trying not to think anything. Not to feel anything, but the ache in the pit of your abdomen is growing with passing time. You see yuta roll down the window, his hair swiftly swaying with the breeze, what a sight to be witnessed, enough to distract you from your chosen distraction. Allowing yourself to calm down letting go of all the blood rush from before, you take a deep breath, sleep kind of taking over your body but the pain isn't allowing you to. Feeling even more uneasy, you shift a little in your seat pushing the feeling away. You try and concentrate on the moving landscapes, breathing deeply.

Yuta has been noticing you. Hes certain of what's bout to happen. He doesn't panic, he must have had the experience. He lets you take your time. Breathing helps for some time more, but doesn't prevent it. You have to throw up, "Can y- stop the car?"

In a minute, Yuta pulls over and you're out on the street seated by the footpath trying to empty your stomach. Yuta was seated by your side patiently with a water bottle in his hand, rubbing your back in sweet circular motion, and holding your hair back. "It doesn't wanna come out!"

You complain in a broken tone. "Who told you to drink that much when you can't handle it?" he says side eyeing you.

"It's hurting"

"Drink some water" And before you could, you were already throwing up. He calm you down, never once leaving your side, holding your hair back, he knows you're weak especially right now.

Cleaning up you pout, "I was feeling good"

"Now you're not, dumbass."

"Why do you always call me dumbass." you fake cry, more like dunk cry.

"Because you're too cute." He half chuckles.

"I don't wanna be cute." You snap at him. "I wanna be hot!" This makes him laugh. "And i wanna be cool and i wanna be free and i wanna be different and confident and happy and not dumb. I'm not dumb, though i like it when you call me dumb, but im not im not dumb!!"

He looks at you, amused, brows up like a puppy, smiling like a child at this new face of yours that, that he doesn't quite know how to describe it, but is adorable. "You don't talk this much when you're sober, you should drink often."

"And throw up like this every time."

"Yea maybe, it would be an our thing"

"An our thing?! Oh and i don't talk? you don't talk!"

"I don't because you don't, and i respect that."

"I- I don't? i do, i want to."

"What stops you then?" You think.

"Yuta." and you chuckle. "He makes me nervous."

His eyebrows furrowed for a second after suddenly listening to his name from your mouth. Conten and eager to know more, "Why?"

You sigh loudly, hiding your face in your hands, "It's hard to explain you know? It so fucking hard-!" by getting to the end of the sentence you actually break down into tears. Yuta sees this, suddenly extra concerned about your situation, he takes your face in his hands, cupping it, making you look at him. He has a soft expression on his face, a kind one. "hey there, don't cry, it's okay." he coos, wiping a tear away.

You sob a few times in his arms, trying to catch a breath. You don't know why and what you're saying, but it just flows out of your mouth, "I like him, i think i do, like so fuxking much. And it's sad because I don't think he likes me back, like why would he and even if he does, it's not gonna change the fact that im too fucked up to be loved."

He frowns, disappointed in you. Looking deep in your eyes, you try to hide away from him,"You're not girl. Look at me! you are capable of being loved"

"I don't think so. Even if i am, why will he ever like a girl like me!" You say blandly.

"What if he does?"

"You think he likes me?"

"All you need to do is ask."

"Why can't he!?" His hand leaves your face, wiping your fallen tears. Making you drink a little water with his hands, he slowly says, "what if he's afraid he would scare you away?"

You're tired eyes look into his bright one, searching for meanings you couldn't find. He helps you up, now that you've been feeling better than before. "Not if he holds me tight enough." Yuta doesn't reply to this rather his eyes glint, as if he was satisfied with your answer. As if he knew what to do now. He makes you seat in his care again, securing you with the seatbelt, too tired to even move your finger you let him guide you home.

Soon enough you were standing in front of your apartment, staring at the locked door and then staring at each other, "I'm sorry." you apologise because apparently, you lost the keys and no they're not with Haewon. "It's okay lets just go to my apartment." You nod your head, tip toeing behind him like a child, on the stares he lets you walk by yourself but watches out for you. In the car he gives you a bottle of electrolytes to sip on. In the lift of his apartment he practically have to carry your weight because your legs gave up walking and your brain stoped working.

_______

Wet kisses were planted down your spine, leaving a tinglish feeling behind. With every kiss your breath hitched a little more, eyes squeezed even harder. He plants a kiss at the bottom of your bare back. You arch your back, rolling your head back in pleasure. He stands up behind you, your knuckles turn whiter. He grips your hair in his fist, pushing your head back further enough to plant a small kiss on your forehead, then releasing the grip. Holding back a moan, you let a short breath out. Seeing your efforts at holding your moans back, he lands his palm flat against your clothed ass making you fall ahead on the counter. Smacking it hard again, making you yelp in pleasure, the sound echoes in his small bathroom. "Let me hear that sweet voice of yours baby." His voice calling you baby makes you dizzy, a whine leaves your lips without your permission, but on his command. Anything he wants you would do. Rubbing and groping your ass cheek he pulls you a little up by your hair, making you stand straight. He bites and nips at your earlobe. With his one hand squeezing your ass and his lips occupied by your ear, his other hands creeps it's way in front of you, dipping lower and lower until it cups your pussy, applying only slight pressure on your throbbing, untouched clit with his middle finger, just enough to take you over the edge. His hand is so big. He taps it, feather touches only. Once, twice and he continues slowly with long intervals in between the taps, leaving maroon marks on your shoulder. He only plays with you to make you wetter so you could take his dick, he's not letting you cum just yet, you deserve more, you deserve his dick and you deserve a grand climax, because you're his. Without much efforts he pushes you flat against the counter top, carefully though, he doesn't wanna hurt you. Delivering you pleasure is his only motive, and he does just that when he pulls your underwear down enough to expose your ass to him. You wiggle it a little in anticipation, and he gives in to your plea, after all it would be his pleasure to serve you. He greets you with a spank. And then another spank followed by intervals of him easing the pain and rubbing your ass cheeks untill you voice came out louder than the sound of his hand meeting your flesh. And in a blink of an eye your panty was slid all the way down and his thick girthy cock was being shoved in your already dripping aching hole. He was showing no mercy, fucking in and out of you at a demonic pace, looking like an angel! His long hair covering his face, slick because of sweat. He yanked you up with your hair causing you to scream out, still slamming in and out of you, this angle enabling him to go deeper. Sinfull voices getting louder and louder with every thrust, you hear him say your name, "y/n!" He sounds concerned. Furrowing your brows, "Yuta, don't stop!!" you whine as he slows down his pace.

Another loud call of your name forces you awake from your dream, panting heavily you adjust your vision to the lighting in the room. The first thing you see is Yutas face, concerned. Seeing him in your bedroom starled you, you hastily move back in defence, "what are you doing here" You question him in hoarse voice, your throat dry.

"It's my bedroom and you called my name. " he hands you a glass full of water, sitting by the bedside. That's when you realise the change in the intensity of light and the unfamiliarity of the duvet. Embarrassed, that you just dreamt of the guy sitting in front of you, you thank him for the water. You try to play the events of last night that might have led to this, nothing comes to your head. Its all a blank. You mind curse yourself, head hurting a little probably because of hangover. The second thing you notice is that the cloths you wore weren't yours, it was one of his black tshirts, as he owns many, and before you could look at him with an unquestionable question, "You were sober enough to change, I didn't." He answers. You relax your shoulders, sighing.

Just the very presence of him makes your head go into a never ending spiral. It was embarrassing looking like shit in front of him. You called my name, what the fuck. "Your head must be hurting?"

"Not really, I just need to take a shower." You say shaking your head confirming that you are alright.

He gets up.

You don't know what you did last night with him, or said but it feels like you pretty much fucked up in every way possible. You don't even know if the whole session was just a dream or you both actually really did something. You watch him uncover the curtains and opening the window so some fresh air could come in. He opens his cupboard taking out some pills, keeps them on the side table for you. Too busy thinking, you didn't hear whatever he said and watch him exit the room keeping a black tee on the chair.

whatever the fuck happened last night.

Taking the pills you went for a quick shower, wearing again one of his tshirt. Going in the another room, he already prepared lunch for you. You take the spoon in your hand, and it's some kind of soup. You smell it, the aroma filling you up. "You're not eating?"

"I am." he says sitting down beside you. You never knew he could cook, such a dream boy. You dip the spoon and circle it around in the bowl feeling anxious. "You talked quite a lot last night, you kno-" he bantered eyeing up playing with the spoon. Without a second thought you interjected, "What exactly did i say?" not looking at him.

"We have a lot of time to discuss that in detail, right now focus on eating." he poked, smirking. "Just tell if i said something offensive or you know, stupid I won't stay for long." Finally taking a sip of the soup while it's still hot. "Look outside, its raining." he says moving his head towards the window wanting you to look out. It indeed is raining, which means you will have to stay.

"So now that you're staying, why not have some fun? You play video games?" he asked cheerfully.

"No." you deadpanned.

"I knew, we'll watch a movie then." You look at him blond eyes, he's goofing around again.

He made popcorns, everything was set in front of his decent sized tv. It was like he was being extra cautious about everything, thinking twice before saying or doing anything. You on the other hand were embarrassed and awkward as hell. God only knows what beans you spilled last night, the possible things you could have that are coming to your brains are extreme. Plus he's not even telling.

He kept a decent distance between you two when he sat down on his small sofa, it was a small sofa so the decent amount means close enough to feel him right next to you. The movie was playing but neither of you were paying any attention to it. If it wasn't for the presence of the other, you could have both said the rain was distracting. Already tired and even more tired after forcing yourself to concentrate on the movie when exactly you dozed off to wonderland you didn't remember. One loud roar of thunder startled you back to life, "It's okey, just a thunder, go back to sleep." His words come in a low register, whispered close to your ear his hot breath almost tingling. You shift comfortably on what felt like a lap, shooting your eyes open you realised the position you were in and quickly sat up murmuring sorrys and fucks while trying to hide yourself, "When did i sleep!?" you mumbled, rubbing your eye, in order to avoid his.

"Sleep again you look tired." he pointed out looking at you. As if it wasn't awkward enough already for you to sleep in his goddamn lap. You shake your head, "No its good." You grin at him. His eyes never leave your frame. You shift to the left putting as much distance possible in between. He notices it. "Do I make you nervous?"

fuck yes.

It was like the oxygen was taken away from you. You tried breathing but it was useless. So this is one of the manys of what happened last night. "I said that?" He looks at you, nodding his head lights. "And they say one doesn't lie when there drunk." raising an eyebrow. Pressing your lips together you turn your head to the tv, "Let's not talk abo-" he didn't let you finish, "Answer me." He turns off the tv causing you to frown, "Answer!" You roll your eyes looking away again, it's hard maintaining eye contact right now. "What do you wanna hear?"

"Truth."

You look at him. For a minute nothing was spoken. You looked at him and he looked at you. And that was that. Many of the hardest one minutes of your life. You sigh out in defeat, giving up the eye game, he sits straight. "What else did i say last night?"

"Just that."

You laugh, "That can't possibly be true."

"Then you already know what you might have said last night." Wetting your lips, looking out of the windows, rain pouring harder by every passing hour, things getting more and more awkward. You could either tell him everything, and expect him to not act on it and be awkward Or you can just ask him to pretend last night never happened and let everything be awkward for the rest of the lives, because theres no way things are going back to normal, as if they ever were.

Clicking your tongue, "Will you drink hot chocolate?" The only way to avoid a conversation is a hot chocolate. It works most of the times. All you wanted to do was escape his vicinity.

You stand by the window in his small kitchen, rain drizzles over your face as it falls down, rainy seasons are gloomy, you think. Cold air rushes in leaving you cold and shivering, alone, in the middle of the darkness in this room with your thoughts which are way too louder than your capacity to hear. You don't know why but him knowing how you feel about him just complicates everything by a thousand fold. And what if he wants to be with you? What will you do then? Yes you like him but, you can't risk being in a relationship again. You've already lied to yourself everyday by believing that you'll not love him, but now you do. And the fact that last night will fuxk everything up between you two is saddening because you are going to say no and he will not be very appreciative.

If; he likes you back.

You feel his presence behind you. Not too close but not too far. You call out his name, he confirms. After a moment you speak, "Yes you make me nervous." trying to speak loud and clear but you voice only manages to come out in whispers. You hear him cackle. "I know." His deep voice goes straight down to your core, leaving you weak in your knees, he's standing just behind you. You feel his breath on your ear making you hold your breath, not moving even one inch. How desperately you want his hands on you and how badly he wants to sqeeze you in his arms and tell you everything he's been keeping inside for so long. Only if you knew. Only if you saw his face right now, looked into his eyes. You would know he wants you too, he always has. Since the day he saw you on your first day he craved you. Every day being by your side wasn't enough but oh he was just so scared to lose you after being told everything you've been through by your batchmates. He figured your past won't allow you to. So he kept quite. Falling in love with you everytime you looked at him, everytime you smiled at himz shyed away from him. He fell in love with the way you lived and laughed and cried. Just like you fell for him.

"Take a chance with me?" he spoke lowly, carefully. You turned around, facing him. Shaking your head no caused the tears to fall down that were building in your eyes. You kept shaking you head moving back untill your back touched wall. You sobbed, no you were practically crying like a child in front of him only it was on mute. He approaches you coming closer and closer it was like you lost your mind and your senses gave up on working. "I can't" you managed to speak aloud.

"Why?" he asks trying to stop your crying at the same time. Holding you by shoulders, gently stroking up and down, calming. "You don't know what happened."

He lifts your tear stained face up by his fingers, making you look at him, "I'm willing to know." he pushes further, caging you between him and the wall. "And if I don't understand, make me!" it's hard to understand the expression on his face. He's sad but, he's also angry. And frustrated and hurt but at the same time, gentle and understanding and concerned. Hands moving to cup your face, "You want me to confess first right? I love you okay? I have ever since god know when. And i know you do too so why the fuck can't you just let go and let me!?" The last part he says through greeted teeth while punching the wall behind you, you jump out in fear, "Fuck Im sorry." he apologizes under his breath, realising he's being to harsh.

He moves in closer, connecting his forehead with yours, "I'm sorry." he breathes out heavily, he's crying. He's hurting. "I can't help but think of what we could be." You open your eyes to look at him, tilting your face up a little, closing in the gap even more. His eyes are tight shut. "I can't help but think about you." He opens his eyes to look into your dark ones, getting lost. You both breathe heavily, hearts beating at the same pace, passion shooting through your veins. He closes the inches left in between you too, both of you close your eyes, nose touching, breathing in the air only the other can provide. His lips linger close to yours, quivering, afraid to harm you. Afraid to scare you. Chest heaving up and down in synchrony, lips ready melt into each other, only a moment apart, only a touch apart, still apart.

He draws a sharp breath in moving away but only slightly. You look down, the tension in the air is so heavy it could crush your weight under it. Tears still falling down like a waterfall.

"Please don't say no." he speaks in the quietness. You shook your head again, whispering "Don't cry."

He wiped it as quickly as it fell. "I'm sorry" you say, trying to move past him, but he stops you holding your hand, making you turn around. Gripping you face with only one hand he crashes his lips on yours, you pause. You didn't try pulling away, not because his grip was too tight but you didn't wanted to. When you moved your lips, he moved his. He held you by your waist with his other arm. Making you dizzy, holding you close you could feel his beating heart against your chest. Head tilted to deepen the kiss, body crushing into each other like planets colliding, teeth clashing like two swords in a battlefield, hands roaming the bodies freely, holding on to each other like you were to lose them the very next second. He could taste your tears in his mouth. He could taste his life. It was beautiful, it was perfect. In that moment you felt you could let go of everything that was holding you back, you past didn't matter in that moment. You saw one chance, one possibility.

Struggling to stand straight, he walks your over to the counter never leaving your lips. He slows it down, letting you breathe. Softly sucking your swollen lips. He takes your lower lip between his teeth, he bites it so hard you whince in pain, which only makes him lower his hands and squeeze your butt, pulling you lower body to meet his, grinding into each other, desperate for each other, not getting enough and wanting more and more. The visible bulge in his bottoms evidently hit the right spots, making you lose control, making you go wild and grind yourself into him too. The height difference makes it so much easier like his body was made keeping you in mind so you both could fit each other perfectly. His hands travel north, tangling your hair and pulling them down, which makes your head go back, exposing your neck to him. His lips leave yours, sucking in a new space found, leaving deep red marks, marking you as his.

It took one single thought to pull you out of it, again. You try to push him away, struggling at first, he backs off, and the moment he does you leave, "So you're going to ignore me now?" he says panting, making you stop and turn back. He looks at the red mark on your neck that he created. He chuckles, "Thats the plan? huh? Ain't gonna work." you're hurting him you know it. You turn around to leave, "You're gonna come back."

And you leave.

You just leave.

And like that, 5 months pass. The day turns into night and night into day, you go to college and come back home then go to college again. You see him every day and he sees you everyday and like strangers you cross paths. He started a new job, you heard. You started having panic attacks, he heard.

Sit and stare out of the window, thinking of all that you could have done differently. You thought not being with him or anybody would make things alright. Being alone would make your head clear and a little less messed up and then maybe you can go out date freely without having to be afraid of what might go wrong. But it seems like it all backfired on you. Now you have one more thing to forget, one more thing to carry everyday.

You thought you would get better, but little did you know it was him who was making you better. You thought you would get over him but you really do love him. You can't get him out of your head and he's gone, you fucked it all up. You broke his heart which ended up breaking you too.

Sitting on the couch in the parties is the only thing you've been doing lately. How long can someone pretend that they're okay? A month? A year? You've been doing it since your childhood. You're tired of pretending and tired of hoping that it's all gonna get better. You can't even pretend anymore to be honest, it's evident you do that you miss him. You've been sitting here for 3 hours, just sitting not drinking. What if you get drunk? Who's gonna drive you home you have no one. He's here too. Not drinking. Not looking at you, not thinking about you, rather having fun actually. he moved on?

Why wouldn't he, why shouldn't he? It wasn't his fault. You're the only one to blame. He cried, he begged you to stay to not say no, but you didn't listen to him. Why should he wait on someone like you. You push all your hair to one side letting them cover your face in an attempt to hide from Yuta, you can't help but watch him closely, laughing and talking and everything, he's faking it. You know him this much to know which smiles he is faking. And suddenly he is looking at you. Earnestly. 4 minutes of intense gaze and then you give up. Breathing already uneven and your palm is sweating, you know what's gonna come. You throw your head back to rest on the sofa and stare blankly at the ceiling.

I shouldn't have said no.

I should have stayed.

Why did I do it.

I knew you i wrong.

I broke his heart.

It's all my fault.

Something is really wrong with me.

I made him cry.

He really loved me, how could you!

"Fuck."

The walls were closing in on you. It was going dark before your eyes, you couldn't shut your brain up. It was like you were trying to breathe but couldn't like someone evacuated your lungs out of oxygen or maybe there wasn't any oxygen left in the air to breathe. Head was hurting like someone was constructing a fucking road on it. You were panicking, heart beating at an abnormally high rate, sweat collecting at the low of your back. You lose complete sense of the surroundings. You try to get up but can't, so you just sit there on the sofa in the middle of a crowded room, trying to breath, with your head down to your knees. The music and the people get too loud, it felt like they were screaming your name you shut your eyes and cover your ears with your hands, just praying this would pass away soon.

A jacket was thrown over you, over your head. He was rubbing your back up and down, in an attempt to soothe you. He makes you shift from the position you were in to a position where your head was down on his knees, and his jacket still covering your face. His hand creeps under the jacket to caress your hair and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, trying to make you focus on him, and on his voice.

You start crying in his lap, under his touch listening his voice after so many days, you missed him. His heart aches seeing you like this, watching you deteriorating day by day. He hated that he couldn't do anything, couldn't help you through it but he knew better. He knew nothing he could have said or done would have made you realise that running away was not an option, you have to face it, face your past and get over it, let go. And let love. Because what is love is not a risk? what is love if not taking a shot in the dark? what is love if not a mere chance? what is love if not a distinct possibility? Him trying would have just made you push him away even more! He wouldn't let that happen, so he waited on love. He waited on you. . He calls your name, twice "listen to my voice okay? It's okay, you're okay! Just try to breathe." You nod your head, the tears disappearing in the fabric of his jeans. "Let's go out okay?" He asks, after five minutes or so he walks you out of the room. Breathing the fresh night air somehow calms your nerves but you're still hyperventilating. He makes you side on the boundary wall that's pretty low. Your still a mess, eyes watering and breaths hitch you murmur small sorrys to him. The crying is just making it all worse, he noticed. Taking your face in his hands making you look straight into his eyes, "Breathe in." he asks you to and you do "hold." you hold your breath. "Release." you let go. At first it was hard but with his help you gained control again.

"I'm so sorry Yuta, i was i was trying to protec- protect you. I didn't wanted to hurt you i swear on my life." You sob. He nods, coming face to face "I know, you did your best."

"But I made you cry."

"because i couldn't see you hurting, also you left but i knew you were gonna come back."

"I tried that day, i wanted to stay i wanted to be with you but i couldn't i just couldn't bring myself up to believe that i was deserving to hold you. I-

I didn't deserve you, i still- "

"Don't complete that sentence or I'm gonna be real mad at you."

"no listen to me i don't have anything to give you I'm just I'm a messed up piece of shit i would've just wasted your time and energy."

"Well then you're my messed up piece of shit, whom i get to take care of because i want nothing but only you. And i totally wanna waste my time with you."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be, Its all good now"

You took a deep breath. Nothing is gonna change the fact that you hurt him, but he was wise enough to know you weren't intentionally trying to. Love. "I don't know what else to say but i love you"

"And that's more than enough babe."

"Ba-be?"

"I've been dying to call you that you know?"

"Why are you so good to me?" He just shrugs and ruffles your hair. "Wanna complete watching that movie together?" You sigh in relief nodding your head a big yes.

You thought he was taking you to watch a movie, but it was a whole different scene the moment you entered his apartment. He changed the lights. They are a warm shade of yellow now. He did put the movie on, but you weren't paying any attention to it. Your head was hurting because of the sudden attack you had at the party, so he insisted on sleeping instead.

You tried sleeping, but the smell of his perfume on the bed kept you awake. makes you reckless. made your thoughts run wild. You remember how it felt the last time you were here, in his apartment. The tension, the dream, the heat, the kiss. Not the fighting part of the whole situation, but the part where you were wholly in love with him. The part where you wanted to take a chance The part where you wanted to give him your all.

Feeling too overdriven by your train of thoughts, you get out of bed. You follow the noise that was coming from the kitchen to find Yuta making something. "What are you doing at this hour of the night?" You speak softly, standing by the door frame. He looks at you unfazed. "I assumed you were sleeping," I said. "The bedsheets smell like you." You walk behind him slowly, his eyes following your every step. "Quite distracting."

"If you weren't drunk enough the last time you were here."

"Then I wouldn't have been here."

"Fact," he says, nodding."Try it," he says, handing you the cup. He emptied whatever he was making, tea. "Since when did you start drinking tea?" you question, placing the cup down, trying to sit on the counter. He helps you jump. "Since hot chocolate started reminding me of you."

"I'm sorry," you whisper quietly.

"You don't have to do it, and you shouldn't waste your time!" He scolds you, taking the empty cup from your hands and placing it in the sink. "I'll say it as long as I need to."

"Useless "

Then how can I make it up to you? You can only tell. "

"Endless ways I can think of right now." There was a sudden change in the way he spoke. The hoarseness in his voice lingered in the air and warmth creeped into his eyes. The coldness in the air was replaced by this heavy heat of want that was engulfing you and him alive. "Like?"

Keeping your voice at a hearable volume, you make space between your legs by separating them, which was taken by him the very next second, "like finishing what we started." " You know what's coming next." The movie? " You put on the most innocent face you ever had in your life, looking him directly in the eyes, playing with him like he plays with you. "Now now, what a disappointment you are," he says while tapping your cheek with his index finger. Biting your lower lip, you say, "Someone used to call me dumb..."

"You're playing the wrong game, babe." He warns, tracing your jaw line and down your neck. He then lines your clavicle up and down, "You're gonna lose." He takes both his hands behind your back, pulling you closer with a jerk. His face was only inches away now, his lower body already in contact. You could feel him hardening against your pussy. He was this close.

"What if I want to lose?" You answer, your voice barely above a whisper, the taste of the tea still in your mouth, sweet, but you want his taste now. He chuckles lowly, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks, his voice firm and demanding, unlike yours. "Well then, wait for me in the bedroom."

It was new and exciting to get to see this side of him. Unlike his normal caring and soft self, this Yuta knew what he wanted. He is precious and just, and he needs no explanation for anything he does. "Oh and babe, undies off but keep my t-shirt on." You follow his command, going straight to the bedroom and removing your underwear and tossing it aside.

You wait in anticipation, but don't quite know what to do. You were pacing around the room like a mouse chased by a cat. Butterflies in your stomach won't quiet down. The mere thought of what might happen causes goosebumps on your skin.Sitting at the edge of the bed, you check the time. It's 12:30 in the morning and that's when he enters.

All of them changed. His demeanour was that of a wolf out on a hunt. And you were his prey. He shut the door behind him. His eyes were darker and his skin appeared a little bit colder than before. It's not like there's a third person but. You get up on your feet and just stand there in the middle of the room, a thousand thoughts in your mind playing every possible scenario that could happen. He drags a chair by its arm, situating it just in front of you, and sits down on it like a king.

"Come ahead!" he orders. You start walking in an instant, almost tripping. His voice alone makes your insides curl and your pussy clench around nothing. Wetness is leaking down.

"You really want to go down this road?" Changing his expression suddenly, his eyes glistened with a golden tint, probably because of the light coming in from the window. You try to play along, "Aren't we already down?" He smiles. "You can stop me anytime you don't feel comfortable, okay?" You nod, melting into his softness. How can this person do it? switching between personalities in mere seconds.

"I doubt I'll stop you." You push a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a little closer so your legs touch the chair. His legs were separated, and you were in the middle. The only source of light in the room was the street light, perfectly lighting up his face and your body. He lifts an eyebrow at what you just said, sitting upright in his chair. "Confident much? I like that. It won't be for too long though. " You shiver when his hands rub your outer thigh. He was waiting for a reply from you, but he was correct. The moment his hands touched your bare skin, all the confidence you were mustering up to talk back was thrown out of the window. His hands travel south and leave your skin hot, high, and dry.

You gasp at the loss of contact. Being touched by someone, by him after so many years, you don't think you can last in this game for even a minute.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

You manage an "uhhm..." as you brace yourself for whatever he's about to do. He relaxes in his chair. With his eyebrows lifting up and down, he asks you to sit on the bed with a simple but powerful command. "Sit."

You sit at the edge of the bed, your legs shut tight, your hands sweaty, and your mouth dry.

"Let me see you." You didn't quite hear him, but you heard him. It was just so shockingly sudden.

"Huh?" you stutter under his strong gaze.

"Lost already." He deadpanned. He was mocking you, and he knows it's affected you. "Spread your legs, sweetheart."

On his command, your agape mouth was shut, your legs already following his order, deciding to move on their own as your mind had given up on thinking ages ago.

The show hasn't even started yet, and he's enjoying himself watching your timidity in every move you make. "No, actually, shift a little back. Make yourself comfortable." He gets up and shifts his chair forward as you move back on the bed. He got a glimpse of your core while you were shifting. You know he did because you saw the expression change on his face. Right there in that split second, you saw him almost lose and regain his composure.

Not letting him speak again, you spread your legs wide and open. The loose t-shirt that was covering you shifts up automatically, leaving you uncovered for him to devour you with his eyes alone. You looked at him and he looked at your core, shamelessly. This somehow gave you some kind of power over him. He is too weak for you. He curses under his breath, closing his eyes and breathing deeply but fast.

The moment he opened his eyes and met yours, your soul definitely left your body. Your breath hitched, and you tried to look away from him, but his gaze was so hard it locked yours. You couldn't. "Touch yourself." You clench at his words, and he sees that.

"Be more specific." That was bold of you to say that. He almost choked on your words. You may be the shy girl who is affected by small things, but you are also a freak. Although you do want to lose, you'd still give it your best shot.

He poked his tongue under his cheek, nodding his head in approval of your regained confidence. "Touch your clit with only one finger and don't move it."

Very precise. You do as he says. There is only one finger on your clit, and there is no movement at all.

"Tap it." You do, lifting your finger up and keeping it gently on your throbbing clit. You clench again the moment your fingers touch, gasping out silently. "Keep on doing it until I say stop." He bites his lower lip as he watches you enjoy yourself at his command. The fact that you were doing it while he was watching you with his sinful gaze has already got you gripping the sheets and curling your toes.

You do it slowly, sensually, watching him watch you. He's affected in ways he can't explain and in ways you can't fathom. Feeling good, you take your lower lip between your teeth and close your eyes. You get more comfortable as you fully submit to the task you were given. You let your head hang freely, trying to be more vocal, but letting out soft whimpers only. You didn't want to give him too much just yet.

"Stop."

You hiss at him. Drawing in a sharp breath, you bite your lip harshly in agression, not wanting to stop but stopping anyway. You look forward to him, his dilated pupils eyeing you like a scavenger, making you light-headed. "Enjoying yourself too much?"

You nod slowly, your gaze never leaving his, and it drives him insane.

Warmth creeps beneath your skin when he gets up from his chair and motions for you to come forward. You get on your knees, the t-shirt covers you again and you crawl to him to the edge of the bed to where he was standing. Sitting on your heels, you watch him loosen his belt. Then he undoes the waist button and unzips his pants. He slides them down, revealing white boxers and his untamed bulge, which he somehow managed to keep inside and hidden.

You're dizzy by just imagining the size of him. You're unsure of what to do. Should you help him undress himself or should you just sit back and anticipate? Like a lost child, you wait for him to tell you. He asks a question instead. "I suppose you don't know how to give a blow job." Feeling belittled, you shook your head, looking up at him, "perfect." He compliments.

He slid the boxers down, his hard, thick and girthy dixk slapping against his abdomen, now free of any restrictions, standing tall and proud in front of you. You were too busy focusing on his perfection that you failed to keep up. He had already removed his shirt, and was now standing completely naked in front of you for the very first time. It's nerve awakening.

That is when you actually felt the gravity of the situation. It wasn't just some game you were playing; it was actually happening. You and he were actually happening. You fucking confessed to him yesterday! Yuta thought he was going to be angry and not talk to you at all because you broke his heart, but it's the complete opposite situation, he just couldn't be angry at you. Yuta knows better, good for you. He loves you. You love him and all your dreams about him were about to come true, he was going to make you his.

"Fuck!" You didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Like what you see? I bet you dreamt about me. " It was like you were hypnotised by him or you lost control of yourself. It was like you were high on some drug. Or maybe you were high on him because you weren't thinking before nodding your head when he asked you that question.

"What was I doing in them?" He takes his cock in his hands and starts palming it. You swear you saw it grow even bigger in size, as if it already wasn't. Too astonished to see the action just inches away from your eyes, you answer, "You were fucking me raw. From behind." You look up and gulp, "And you were spanking me, pulling my hair, kissing me, and marking me yours," you say in a small voice, so shameless, so pure.

"Get up on your knees." You do, inching yourself closer to him; he's still stroking his length in between. You look down, a new angle to admire him. You place your hand on his, your hand moving up and down his shaft with his. He slows down. "Want me to do all those things for you? Want me to touch you? " You looked up, mouth parted and eyes glistening to meet his dark ones. "Want me to pull your hair? want me to kiss you? fuxk you?"

You nod frantically consumed by your arousal, his voice travelling straight to your untouched, unlooked, un-taken-careof core, your wetness literally sliding down your thigh. It's hurtful.

"Oh baby, don't be that cute or I'll just have to fuck you right now." He says this restlessly before connecting his lips with yours. You let out a sigh of relief before giving into him. It was kind of the first physical contact he made after getting in this room, which has been nothing but hard for him to keep his hands away from you. He deepens the kiss. Tilting your face to the left, he locks his fingers in your hair, pulling them. The kiss was sloppy and messed up and just perfect, laced with desire and lust in every bit of it. Your tongues collided, your teeth clashed; you both just couldn't get enough of each other. Your hands rested on his neck, gripping tightly for support. He bites your lower lip making you gasp, then sucks it like candy.

You reciprocate his every move. You try to, but you are getting out of breath. His hands travel down your back, lifting the t-shirt up and gripping your ass, squeezing it hard. You say his name aloud, breaking the kiss, "Yuta!" Your forehead rested on his shoulder while he kissed and nipped at your ear while kneading you, "Yes baby, you like it?" You hum in response, lifting your head up and looking at him, holding him close. "Rub your clit for me, baby."

You bite your lower lip, lowering your hands and legs, your gaze never leaving his. You rub yourself up and down and in circles. He can't really see, but he knows. It makes his dick twitch. You let out a loud, breathy, dragged out moan, setting up a pace, "mhmmm shit."

He mimics that moan, his eyes burning with desire and lust. "Mhmmm shit... Nice and slow, yea baby, so good for me." You let out another breathy moan, closing your eyes but quietly this time, not wanting him to mock you again.

His finger was placed on yours, on the one that was rubbing circles on your clit. You jump, in shock or excitement, you don't know. Your brain seizes the movement of your finger completely, "Why did you stop?" he takes over. His fingers move up and down, making yours move as well. Resting his forehead on yours, he continues to play with you, making you whimper with every flick.

He moves your hands aside, your face contouring in pleasure when his fingers touch you, bare and raw, with nothing in between. There were chills running down your lower back, your stomach tightening with the pleasure he was delivering. Slowing down a little, he collects your wetness in his fingers, bringing it to your mouth to suck on it. You lick it first, then swirl your tongue around it, and then take it in completely, sucking like a lollipop.

You kiss him with your flavour in your mouth. His hands find their way back between your legs, rubbing your clit, up and down and sideways, the wetness making his movements sloppy, his fingers gliding frictionless on your sweet swollen nub. His finger circles your opening before carefully dipping it inside of you. You purr in his ear while his lips ghost over the exposed skin of your neck. His breath hits you every time he exhales, absolutely burning your skin to a hot red. You clench around his finger, not letting it escape. Well, you finally have something to clench around this time. He stays inside of you for awhile.

"Rub yourself again." And in no time, you're following his words, bringing your right hand to circle your clit. Now desperate to release, you don't go for slow motion but rather set a high pace.

"Slow it down."

You might be in disagreement looking at him but he gives you one look and you're slowing your fingers down. He pulls his finger out just to push it in again, and again, and again. You try to match your movements with his, setting a slow rhythm. You go up every time he pushes in, and that's how he drives you to your first orgasm of the night.

You've been at the edge for so long, you're coming undone with only one finger. You stop circling yourself and hold him to keep yourself up while his fingers are still working you up, slow and steady, riding you through it and pushing you into the beginning of the next one.

His finger was buried up to his knucles, deep in you. He places his palm flat against your mound. You press into his touch. Moving your hips to grind into his hand, breathing harshly, he supports your body and whispers praises in your ear about how good you are and the amazing job you're doing. Just when you thought you could cum again, he makes you stop and removes his hand from between your legs.

Licking his finger clean, he asks you to get on your hands and knees, "face down ass up, fast!" he said while pumping himself. The site of his hardened veiny dick was hard to look at. It was begging for your attention, but you weren't really confident with that. Instead of following his order, you stare at him palming himself. You look at him with a question written in your eyes. He understands what you're asking for but doesn't really acknowledge it. "Please." You kneel in front of him. He rolls his eyes, but gives you a look of content.

"My girl wants a taste."

You smile when he calls you his girl, "Yes. Your girl wants a taste." emphasis on the, "your girl."

When you bring your face closer and look up at him, ready to take him in, he curses under his breath, holding your head in place with his hands clenching your hair in a fist, in the softest manner. "Open your mouth." You do, also giving a little extra you stick your tongue out for him.

He places the tip of his dick on your tongue, gently sliding it in against the surface. You close your lips around it. He slides further deep into your mouth, controlling himself to not push in too deep. Very slowly, he draws it out, leaving you empty and wanting more of him. He lets you take a taste, though. Slithering against your tongue in swift motions.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, which is already leaking. You try to take him deeper but his grip won't let you he only fucks his tip in. Finally bringing up the courage to take him into your small hands, you wrap your hand around the base of it, applying slight pleasure, moving your hand up and down his shaft.

"Just like that." His voice boosts your confidence. He lets you play with him with your innocent little hands which are like a tease to him, until he can't take it anymore. Seeing you determined, his grip on your hair tightens and with his other hand, he moves your hands aside. He yanks your head back. "Open wider" He growls, as you do. And he slams his cock deeper than before. The sounds you produce are embarrassing. He goes deeper, causing you to gag, your heartbeat fastening even more all of a sudden. You mumble protest, telling him to remove himself and wrap your hand around his wrist, taking a hold of it. He withdraws himself, you cough a little, breathing deeply, then open your mouth again to take him in. He grins, "Now that's my baby!" tightening his fist around your hair and pulling your head a little more up.

He slides his dick down again, slowly and gently going deeper. He wasn't even going deep to be honest; he was just at the brim, yet your mouth was full of him. Hair messed up and eyes watery, swollen lips wrapped around his girthy member, saliva trailing down your neck, only acting as a lubricant. When he finally siezes his dick after seeing your tousled state and didn't want to cum just yet, you try to regain your breath. Holding your hair back, not pulling anymore, rather soothing your nerves down. Wiping a tear away, he devours your glistening lips with his, not taking any time to deepen it. Pushing you down on the bed, he hovers over you, keeping his knee in between your legs, very very close to your aching to be touched core. His lips leave yours, connecting to your still aching jaw. He leaves a warm wet trail of kisses down your neck and everywhere in between. Sloppy kisses were placed along your clavicle, purposely sucking and leaving red marks around, making you hiss in pain and take his name.

His hands roam up and down your body, making sure there isn't a single inch left to be touched and explored by him. His hand stretched the tee you were wearing, revealing only the upper part of your breast. He kitten licks the area, then bites the flesh and soothes it with a kiss, making every part of your body his, messed up, burning hot and so beautiful.

His lips go south, taking your hardened nipple in his mouth and sucking on it through the thin fabric of the tee. While playing with the other, Your lower body automatically starts grinding on his knee, trying to obtain some friction, but it seems to be not working, but you swear the amount of heat dissipating from just the mere contact was enough to melt gold and silver.

He is too intoxicated just by the way you feel against his lips. He brings himself back to reality to perform the second main job. He gets off the bed only to sink down on his knees in front of you. His face only a few licks away from your heat, you move closer to his mouth. He separates your legs further away, only able to look at you in full bloom this once. Drunk already, he dives in for a sip, and he is not disappointed. A long lick from the bottom of your warmth till up to your clitoris got your toes curling. While he laps at your juices, you curse his name a hundred times. He flicks your clit with his tongue, then sinks it as deep as it can go into you while nuzzling his nose to brush against your clit, it's a perfect blend to which he adds his fingers, the middle one he pushes in first. Out he comes to push it in 2 knuckles deep and then finally sink it deeper, curling it inside, making you roll your eyes back in pure bliss. You're feeling extremely. He adds another finger. That hurts a little but is soon replaced with pleasure. He works you up to your second orgasm, but doesn't let you cum just yet.

His hands leave your body at once, and you hold back a moan, trying not to sound desperate. His figure walks across the room where he must have kept his wallet.

You hear a wrapper being torn, goosebumps crawl up on your skin. He takes no time to return. "Make room for me." He gets on the bed, splitting your legs wider. He lets you rest in a comfortable position, keeping a pillow under your head. He drags his fingers between your folds, collecting your juices and spreading them on his member. You look up at the ceiling, aftain, excited, impatient. The yellow lights are forming abstract patterns on the wall. You feel his tip at your entrance, and soon he pushes it in with optimum pressure. You contract your muscles and your eyes shut tightly at the feeling. It's one of pain and fear and not pleasure. "Yuta, it hurts." You breathe out and call his name, your hands trying to grab his shoulders. He pushes in further, rather slowly this time while towering over you and coming face to-face, "Good."

You lift your hips up a little to ease out the passage, and he bottoms out. He stays like that for a minute. No words were exchanged, just the feelings being felt. His breaths are uneven matching with yours. He connects your foreheads together. You don't know if his eyes are closed or open. They're closed. You inhale him in as he exhales you.

"Fuck," he growls just before abruptly slamming into you, "Fuck."

And then it continues, and it hurts no more. He's fucking you hard and slow, going deep and deeper. Making you cry out every time he hits that spot. His voice is husky and low, sending shivers dancing up and down your body. You whimper under him. Your sounds, mixed with the slickness of your bodies crashing into each other, were playing on repeat; warmth and lust in the shade of red were decorating the room, and the orange glitched tint was illuminating the perfect parts of him and you.

He goes from a painfully slow to a pleasurably fast pace, no mercy he was showing, abusing your little cunt with his big thick dick, driving all the pleasure out for himself as he should, while giving you exactly what you wanted. So good. It feels so good to finally have him inside you, using you, destroying you to only mend you as whole, as his.

He's fucks you so right.

He lifts his body up a little, supported by his hands over you, looking at your contoured face. He slaps your cheek playfully in an attempt to get you to open your eyes and look at him while he fuxks the shit out of you. He grabs your hands and pins them behind your head. Oh, he knows you are going to come, but it doesn't make him stop or slow down. He continues fuxking you harder and harder until you come undone under him. Your body convulses. Waves of pleasure travel through your nerves, hitting your brain. Your vision go black and, for a brief moment, you lose complete sense of reality, being in a state of complete euphoria. You've never had an orgasm like this before.

And the best part of it all is that he doesn't stop.

He's drilling in and out of you at a monsteric pace. Your body writhes under him, trying to squirm its way out of his grip, but all these go in vain when his fingers wrap around your dainty neck, applying only the right amount of pressure to hold you down and keep your body fixed in its place.

When he loses control, his merciless pace becomes even more merciless, banging his head hard, fast, and deep all at once. His thrusts became sloppy and rushed. Chasing after his high, he goes feral. You watch him clench his jaw in pleasure, the sweat rolling down making his hair stick to his skin, his low grunts and humming sound. He's trying to contain himself. What a sight. It makes you want to cum again.

The pleasure starts building at the pit of your stomach again. You wrap both your hands around his hand, the one that was choking you, while rocking your hips back and forth, trying to match him, looking into his eyes, speaking with an unspoken language.

And that's how he fuckls you into believing that you are enough, for him and for yourself. That you are capable of being loved and taken care of. That even if you're messy and stupid and dumb, you're still perfect. That you can let go and you can trust. That you can be.

Be his.

And then he explodes inside of you. He couldn't be more grateful, couldn't be more precise in saying that his wait was worth it. You were worth it. He rubs you into your third orgasm. And after that, nothing was like it was before.

All of you changed.

All of you changed when he kissed you and told you that he loved you so much. All of you changed when you saw him clean you up in the after hours. All of you changed when he fell asleep beside you, taking you into his arms.

All of you changed when you met him for the first time.

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A Father

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute

I stood doing the dishes humming to myself in my little apartment when I heard the door open and close, "Hi thomas, how'd it go at the supermarket?" I smiled, "uhhhh… Fine, the price of cheese is terrifying me, they had no eggs again, I was given a baby and I think a lady tried to slap my butt." He explained, "… What?" "What?" "Say that again." "The price of cheese is extortionate, they didn't have eggs, I got a baby, and some lady tried to touch my butt in the queue," "What about a-" I dried off my hands and actually looked at him to see him stood in his jeans, triumph shirt, loose button down the shopping bag dumped on the sofa and a baby in his arms. A LITERAL BABY! "AHHH! Thomas why do you have a baby!" "I found it," "Found- okay… slowly and calmly before I have a freaking heart attack. How did you get a baby?" "I was walking down the corridor, a lady came up to me handed me the baby and walked off." "Did you not ask her why she was giving it to you?" "she didn't answer she had headphones in," "Did you not try and go after her," "I did but she left and got in her car," "So…. someone just gave you a baby," "Yeah. I thought it was weird," he said his panic actually revealing itself, "I don't think I'm ready for a baby, I wasn't expecting it no one gave me a heads up about it or anything, I don't even have milk to give it, or anything to change it with and it… REALLY needs changing," He explained starting to spiral as he looked at the child in his arms, "I admit I wasn't listening in health class I didn't know this is how I'd become a father!" "Thomas. You're not a father. Someone must have just made a mistake likely low on sleep after a newborn," I explained, "just give me the baby and we'll see if we can find their parents," "No," "Thomas give me the baby!" "No. and don't shout around my baby," he said cradling the child closer, "It's not your baby thomas." I sighed, The door then knocked so I went and got it seeing a very panicked crying woman, "You handed him your baby?" "Yes…" she whined, "I'm so sorry, I've been having postpartum depression hit me so hard, and she hasn't been sleeping, and everything just-" "It's okay, it's fine no problem." I smiled, "At least we could give you a couple of minutes," I explained, "Thank you so much for keeping her safe," "It's no problem, you scared him. you made him think he was suddenly a father." I laughed, "Here you go," I smiled taking the baby from thomas and handing her over to her mother, "If you need a hand let us know we are just down the hall," "Thank you so so much," she smiled, "Bye," "Bye," I smiled, "Bye little baby," thomas waves as she heads down the corridor to her own apartment, I shut the door and sighed, "Well that was an event," I chuckled going back to the dishes, for a while it was merely quiet until thomas wrapped his arms around my waist, his head on my shoulder, cuddling me tightly as I did the dishes his hand settling on my stomach, "Can we have a baby?" "You're only asking because you got to hold a cute baby." I laughed, "You wanna do the changing? the vomit? the crying? the screaming? the sleepless nights? and the nine hundred pounds worth of required baby products." "…Good point," He nodded, "Can we get a dog?" "You wanna pick up dog poop? clean up pee on the rug? Have a dog jump in our bed? and stomp on your dick?" "…a cat?" "Litter box? ripped up sofa?" "…A fish?" "You wanna make the space for a fish tank?" "A………Plant?" "You wanna remember to water it? or let it die like that succulent in the bedroom." "Ohh my god the succulent!" "It's fine I loved it to the bathroom window he's fine." "Ohh… good." He nodded, "……. A plush toy," "Yes, thomas we can get a plushie."

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut

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maramirror11 · 6 months

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Neon Wings

These are just my thoughts on this AMAZING series and I don't have someone to dump this so here we go.

Spoiler warning for both The Neon Barbarian and Neon Wings.

I've never done this and English grammar isn't my strong point.

I wasn't expecting a sequel for TNB. But the world was too interesting to not make more. So, I was surprised that NW went in a different direction. It's Raven's story and it SHOWS.

I love how the audience is able to witness Raven's past and compare it with the present.

I enjoy making the backstories of Listeners based on the little information we have. However, it feels different to just hear about their past from BE THERE to understand what they went through.

Because for me the two series are one big story. Of course, you can see one and not the other. Still, it hits different when you see both.

I like the idea of Crow not going back. It'll defeat the purpose of the story. (Don't get me wrong I LOVE CROW, I MISS HIM). Yet, if he comes back, it'll be awkward since Raven is different. Time has moved on and he will be stuck in the past again.

For me, Raven changes from being someone open to knowing new people to becoming this person with emotional walls. In both she's still kind and a badass, but it's different.

It took her TWO days to give Ivan the pie unlike with Crow that it took a few hours to invite him to her house.

One of my favorite parts of this series were the moments Raven had a panic attack. Sure, almost every video has loud banging or shooting noises.

But with these ones, you can FEEL how UNCOMFORTABLE she is. How there is nowhere to run, no way to get the sound quiet down. How the sirens and shooting noises never left her head as she just stayed there, incapable to do something.

The way music is used is another favorite part. Out of Touch means so much for her, both good and bad. I forgot the music was playing WHILE Crow was being shot.

That's why in her nightmare, after Ivan gets shot, it sounds a distorted version. It's the story repenting itself all over again.

Just for her to claim the song while they fight against Luke. Love the detail. The final song Chicago was *chef kiss*. It's a new song for a new life and it fits PERFECTLY.

ALSO, THE FIGHTING AND SOLO SCENES OMGGG. You KNOW what Raven does and what they do to her, from hand to hand combat to guns.

Also, there are many scenes where she doesn't interact with anyone and still understand what happened. Like when she goes back home from the incident and just drops to her couch/bed.

Lemme talk about Ivan. I was surprised with Ivan's attitude. He is always calm and never actually cursed. I thought that his reaction to Raven's old job was something he was OK with but couldn't participate.

He's so kind with everyone and his struggle NOT TO drop facts about the things he likes is relatable. HE'S SO AFFECTIONATE WITH RAVEN AND PALOMA, I LOVE HIM.

At the end, he curses and gives effective strategies to kill the other mercenaries. On top of that, he ended up shooting someone, so I think I didn’t give Ivan enough credit.

The fact that he has a kind heart, doesn't mean he's not brave enough to protect the ones he cares about. They became The Power Couple. Relationship Goals indeed.

It was a hard task to give Raven another love interest since Crow is so loved by the fans. And I admit it was handled very well. For both Crow and Michelle.

I appreciate how Michelle is not a competition. For me, she had the right to be upset at the beginning. It was a dangerous and new situation. She just wanted to protect her family.

Probably Ivan talked to her and explained the situation better, since Michelle doesn't blame Raven again at the end.

My question right now is, WHY Raven took Ivan with her??? He can't run and doesn't have that much experience in combat.

Maybe they felt safe with each other. I mean, Raven IS a mercenary and fought 3 armed guys alone. Also, why was she so open to listen to Luke? He knows most about Para M and would benefit from her death. I still need to give it more thought.

There are still some things that kept me thinking about the other stuff that weren't shown. One is that Danny is never brought up again. I understand that she was not as important as Crow in the story but STILL.

She died saving her identity from Louis and now Raven takes care of her cat. I just wonder if Danny was for Raven, another victim of the circumstances or they were friends.

Also, the disaster that created the super genits (i'm sorry if I wrote it wrong) is never brought up again. But I think it's because it takes place far away from the original incident. Something that is never stated as well, are Danny and Crow buried somewhere?.

Lastly, I always keep this writing advice in mind. Characters of a story can't be the same at the beginning and at the end. The scene that brought me that thought was when Raven got shot. I'm pretty sure she couldn't hear Crow's words before this moment.

Seeing him one last time and being in the situation she wanted for so long, it shows how much she grew. Raven from the beginning would've accepted to die.

But she couldn't, there was something worth living for. Raven had her closure with her past and now it's ready for the future. IT MADE ME EMOTIONAL 😭.

Now Raven can live her life again the way she wants. She leaves her old name and life behind. Not seeing the next sunrise but to enjoy it as well.

It's like those stories even if you get spoilers, it's not the same as experience it.

That's all.

#escapedaudios #escaped audios #hits a sensitive spot to me #neon wings #the neon barbarian #I forgot to add this #Does Raven still have Crow's tapes?#Raven became the fandom wife #There was a lot of effort and care in this story #From the VAs performance to the editing #Any story that touches on the idea of finding joy for the future hits a sensitive spot to me #el Escapado se pasó #él se levantó un día y eligió la violencia #como hace prácticamente todos los días

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elena-mayfair · 2 years

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The horror and the ruin - part 1

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, horror images, adult themes, reader discretion is advised Summary: The wheel of time is turning as the fates are weaving the fate of the world and the one who bound her life to the Dream of the Endless. The Witch has to stand against evil, Despair, and her own doubts. Can a mortal, truly bind their life to the one who never fades? Or will it all become just a dream? Word count: 7.9k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Series Masterlist Part seventeen: Letting go

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"Die you ugly son of a bitch!" Y/N shouted sinking the dagger blade into the ghoul's monstrous body. It choked on black rotten blood and coughed as she turned her face away at the last moment miraculously avoiding the splatter of rot on her face. "Finally!" she exclaimed in relief when the carcasses stopped moving, "What the fuck is going on this year!" she asked turning to face John. Golden runic circles manifested from his hand in the one smooth movement cutting off the head of the other ghoul.

"Why the fuck are you using knives and other weapons, love?" he asked reaching into his coat pocket for a pack of cigarettes and handing it to Y/N "I don't understand! You could do the same with your power!"

"Well, I don't know! Daggers are more practical and faster. Plus silver works on most monsters," she replied wiping the blade on the couch bedspread and taking a cigarette from John.

"Silver is for monster huh?" he scoffed.

"John you know me, I've never been a fan of summoning projectiles from the palm of my hand, etc.! These are your arcana!"

"In that case, maybe it's time to start? I could train you," he offered.

"Wait wait, I must be dreaming! We're working together again which is a miracle in itself, and now you're offering to teach me!!!?" you laughed "It's Christmas baby!!! John Constantine offers to help!!!" you sneered sarcastically.

"Christmas it may be, but not this one," he ignored your taunts and kicked the motionless corpse, "Almost a month to Samhain, and this is the third case this week."

"Fourth," she corrected him, "don't forget the graveyard wraith from Monday," she reminded him of the case that started their work together this week. "Ugly fuck," she grimaced as she let out a puff of smoke and looked at the corpse, "I can't remember the last time I saw a Ghoul."

"It fucking stinks," he sneered looking closer at the body.

"They feed on the dead bodies, fucking obvious it stinks!"

"Remind me again why are we even dealing with bloody ghouls? You couldn't dump it on the Winchesters, they like to get their hands dirty."

"A case like any other, ghoul, ghost, demon, possession, one abomination! We have the power to do something about it, so why should we stand by passively!"

"A wraith, ghouls, and two possessions in one week is asking to get fucked," he snarled, "You know that running after every bloody abomination that crawled out of hell won't make you run away from your own thoughts," he looked at you meaningfully, "I know something about that."

"I do not run away from my thoughts at all. I work!" she replied exasperatedly.

"Mhm…." his face crooked in a grimace of doubt, "if you want to work then work with me on something bigger, not on sodden ghouls. You can leave the ghouls to the Winchesters."

"Stop picking on them and you'd better tell me if you think it's weird that this is the fourth case this week."

"Weird, maybe…" he commented pensively, "But everything lately is weirder than usual."

"You've something to tell me?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing…" he smiled cynically, "Where' s your boyfriend?" he emphasized the last word.

"Oh I knew you would start about him again!!!" she threw her hands in frustration into the air, "Imagine he has other responsibilities than killing ghouls with me!"

"Anything better than killing ghouls," he replied opening one of the windows and letting in the fresh air, "But you're right. Samhain is a few weeks away and we can't go a day without some case of demonic activity."

"I told you! But nooo, 'I think you're overreacting'," she comically mimicked John's British accent, "Something is completely wrong!" she circled the room they were in looking for symbols, traces, signs, anything that could provide some sort of clue.

"Okay fine, you were right, so be it! Since you came back from dreamland you are extremely positive, it's not like you!"

"Can't I be in a good mood?" she asked while wrestling with the crumbling dresser and glared at John angrily.

"Of course, you can," he came over and helped you move the dresser away from the wall, he looked ridiculous with a cigarette hanging by his lips, "and I'm sure it has nothing to do with the Lord of Dreams."

"Oh for fuck sake, drop it!" she raised her voice in frustration once again that day, "wasn't you the one who told me to dream a little!?"

"I sure was."

"So I did! What do you expect?" she turned to him with feigned anger, she couldn't really be angry with him, it was all just playful banter, "do you want juicy details?" she smiled coquettishly, "are we going to gossip like two girly girls? Oh Morpheus is so wonderful!" she danced in place turning on her heel, "Oh the way he kisses! Oh it makes me feel tingling in all the right places!" she grinned.

"Fuck no, please stop!" Constantine pretended he was getting sick, "just don't."

"Admit it, your stony cynical heart is glad to see me so happy," she smiled warmly at him, "Admit it! I know you are!"

Constantine just looked at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. It had been a long time since he had seen her so optimistic, full of energy, happy. After all that had happened recently, she seemed as if all her wounds had magically healed as if she had found the will and strength to live again. He watched her throughout the day. Even as she sank the dagger blade into the ghoul's body, she couldn't hide her beaming face and that dreamy look.

"Of course I'm happy," he replied, and a quiet laugh escaped him, "how could I not be happy. It's a nice change to see you so…. so alive."

Y/N just walked up to John and hugged him warmly, and he, to her surprise, reciprocated the hug. Hugging and other forms of physical affection were never something they did, it wasn't their style. What was their style was constant teasing and snarky comments. This time he hugged her tightly, tighter than a friend should. He knew something was hanging in the air, he could feel the energy changing around them, around her, and he worried about the near future. He couldn't tell her that. He couldn't take away the delight shining in her eyes. He wanted it to last, for as long as possible. For he knew that whatever happened, she could handle it. So they stood in silence amidst the traces of battle, in the stains of black blood, in the stench of decaying corpses, allowing themselves a moment of tenderness. Two occultists, two sources, drawn into a game they had no concept of. Drawn into a vortex of events they could not see. In a vortex of events that was so soon to change their lives forever.

"I have an exorcism to perform two towns over," John said pulling away from his friend, "How about another team-up? And after that we'll grab a bottle of whiskey at some dingy motel."

"Sounds like a plan!"

***

Morpheus had to admit to himself that each moment he was apart from her seemed to drag painfully. He tried to focus on his work, there was still so much to do, so much to rebuild. His thoughts, however, kept returning back to her. If he could, he would keep her in his Realm and forbid visits to the Waking World. "I can," he thought, yet he didn't want to. He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes he had made in the past. To him, she was freedom, she was fulfillment, she was the devotion she had given him willingly, "why should I enslave her now?" And although he knew what dangers awaited her in the Waking World, he could not, would not, enslave her just to protect her. Allowing her to make her own decisions, even though he was convinced he knew better, was a new experience for him. Another one she brought him.

"My lord," Lucienne brought him out of the reverie he had indulged in while creating more fragments of the Kingdom, "the servants have emptied the west wing in according to your order."

"Very well. Thank you, Lucienne," he replied in a stern tone.

"What would you like us to do about it?" she asked.

"Nothing. Chambers for Y/N will be created in the west wing. I will see to that myself," he replied, his face betraying no emotion.

"Do you expect her to stay here?" Lucienne tried not to let her surprise show in the tone of her voice.

"I expect her to live here, Lucienne," Morpheus sounded confident.

"What if she refuses?"

"I will have to respect her decision," he replied calmly, "But I trust that she will want to live with me."

Lucienne hid her surprised face in the large book she held in her hands. He had changed so much. In the past, he would not have even allowed the possibility that someone could refuse him. Yet now he stood before her creating an oasis of peace and serenity. The marble stone buildings, decorated in warm browns and grays, seemed to take on the colors of gold, brown, and green in the light of the setting sun. It was as if they absorbed the colors of the autumn trees and shrubs with which they intertwined. He placed the house deep in the valley, surrounded by two mountains, hidden from view in fields covered with heather. He decorated the higher slopes with firs and planted beeches and oaks in the valley. The southernmost of the two mountain streams formed a river flowing westward through the valley. Over the river ran a narrow stone bridge, a path, picturesque access to the house of peace. Surrounding the house were gardens and a terrace overlooking the river. They towered over the valley, mystical with their arches, balconies, arbors, intricately decorated with the most delicate engravings. As he moved his hand, the trees bent their crowns, giving the wind their leaves to dance between the myriad arches, falling through the windows into the chambers, sweeping the dust from the floors, raising them up, spreading shimmering magic.

"Rivendell, if my eyes don't deceive me, " Lucienne sighed with delight.

"I think I captured its beauty. This is exactly what it looked like in Tolkien's dreams, " Morpheus assessed his work.

"I think she will be delighted," Lucienne smiled at him.

"Am I that obvious Lucienne?" he looked at her questioningly.

"You have changed my lord," she replied softly, "but it is a change that is so welcome."

"I don't know if I have changed Lucienne," he closed his eyes checking if Y/N appeared in the Dreaming, "but I am trying. I'm willing to change."

***

On the way to the next town, you closed your eyes only for moments. A long car trip always made you drowsy if you weren't driving. You listened to The Cure playing from the speakers and drifted off only for a moment. You did not, however, find yourself in a Dreaming. You didn't find yourself back in the arms of Morpheus as you desired. Between the Dreaming and the Waking World, there was nothing, a void, an impassable In-Between. There was no end or beginning, no earth or sky, no light or sound. Just emptiness.

"Hello, my dear…"

"Come up daughter…."

"Don't be afraid sister…"

With a pounding heart, you turned toward the source of the voice. You saw three women, dressed in black, suspended in space, their dresses and hair blowing in a non-existent wind.

"At last we meet, Sister Witch," the youngest one spoke up, "You look good, you're blossoming."

"I know who you are…" you whispered and bowed your head, "Mother, Maiden, and the Crone…Triple Goddess, Moirai." your heart beat harder in fear of the imminent prophecy.

"Look at her, she thinks she's clever!" taunted Crone.

"She shows respect, she has a good heart," said Mother softly.

"Too good! They will devour it along with her soul!" Crone spoke up again and cold fear ran through your body.

"Devour it? Who will devour it?" you asked.

"We have come to warn you sister," Maiden spoke up in a soft voice, "not to answer your questions."

"You are treading on paths you should not tread," spoke up the Crone, "Your fate joins the fate of those who never fade."

"Beware, daughter. The King of Dreams is a proud ruler, proud and just," the Mother spoke this time, "You have intertwined your fate with his, and he with yours. Your paths will be shrouded in darkness."

"Beware sister, beware of your desires," the Maiden warned, "You will have to choose. Your choice may be his undoing."

"Beware of the light in the darkness…"

"She will come for you Sister Witch, and you will have to choose…"

"Darkness is where you belong."

"I don't understand…" you began in a trembling voice, but they had already disappeared.

"What don't you understand?" Constantine cast a concerned look in your direction, "Are you all right, love? You look pale."

"Yes," you answered quietly, "I must have drifted off for a moment," you rubbed your eyes, but the image of Crones did not want to disappear at all. You knew it wasn't a dream. You knew something was wrong. "Are we far yet?"

"We're almost there," he replied, "did you see him?"

You didn't answer. Staring at the warm setting sun, you repeated in your head the words "Beware of the light in the dark…Darkness is where you belong."

"Hey Y/N! You with me?" Constantine glanced at you again.

"Yes, sorry. No, I didn't see Morpheus," you replied hastily.

"How exactly does it work? Do you see him every time you fall asleep?" he asked, glancing first at you and then back at the road.

"Not every time, but yes, most nights when I fall asleep, I see him. And even if I don't see him, I still know he's watching over me."

"Doesn't that seem a little, I don't know, creepy to you?"

"Why?"

"You can't hide anything from him. Because he sees all your dreams and nightmares, you can't keep anything to yourself."

"I find it comforting," you replied, " I don't want to hide anything from him."

"Not even kinky spicy dreams?" he smirked.

"Why should I hide them from him? I would definitely prefer him to join in!" you smiled mischievously. "But come to think of it John, isn't that exactly what, deep down, each of us wants? Even you!" a scoffing interrupted your statement, "I know you, John! So spare me the snarky comments and admit I'm right. If you had the opportunity to be with someone who knows you whole, knows your every darkest secret, darkest desire, knows all your sorrows, all your joys, all your dreams, and accepts and loves you exactly as you are, wouldn't you want that? Of course, you would want that! Every one of us, deep down, wants someone from whom we won't have to pretend, someone from whom we won't have to put on a mask."

He didn't answer anything, but the look on his face said it all. Of course, he wanted this. Who wouldn't want that! Who wouldn't want to be loved exactly as they were? Everyone wanted someone who would love their dark side as much as their bright side. The truth was that even the noblest, had darkness in them, and the brighter their nobility shone, the more darkness crept into their souls. Because the world was a cruel place, ruthless and brutal, trying at every turn to kill the light, stifle it and suppress it. And the struggle for that ounce of nobility was often brutal and strewn with blood, pain, and suffering. Both you and John knew this. He couldn't deny you, but you knew him well, he wouldn't admit you were right either.

"Enough of these philosophical lectures for one evening," John reached for the radio and turned the volume up, letting the sounds of Little Dark Age by MGMT drown out any words you would have spoken, "we have work to do."

***

As she climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, Y/N was beginning to regret her bad habits again. The air reeked of mustiness and dust, and her lungs filled with cigarette smoke refused to cooperate. From one floor to the next, the smell worsened, turning into a distinct odor of sulfur and decay.

"How long has the girl been possessed you said?" She asked her friend breathing heavily.

"I didn't," he replied, "more than two years."

"Fucking hell…" she uttered, "poor girl."

Constantine lit another cigarette and Y/N knew full well that the cigarette would not burn out before the exorcism was over. It was his little ritual, to light a cigarette just before a job, put it aside, and finish it when he was done. If the cigarette managed to burn out in the meantime, it meant he hadn't done a good enough job.

He did not knock on the apartment door, from which a nauseating smell emanated. He opened the door and entered without a word, and she followed. To the people gathered in the cramped apartment, they looked menacing, so frightening. She saw them fleeing with their eyes as they huddled against the wall, clutching crosses and rosaries in their hands. It was not about their physical appearance. For they looked normal. John was wearing his usual coat and white shirt, his black tie hung loosely around his neck. One could think he was a banker or a salesman off work. She, on the other hand, was dressed as usual in slim black jeans, a black tank top, and a black leather jacket, in no way resembling the powerful witch she was, or the exorcist she was planning to be in a moment. "The whole family is here," she thought, sweeping her eyes over their terrified faces. She wanted to smile, to give them encouragement; after all, they had come here to help them. However, at the sight of the girl tied to the bed, the thought of smiling disappeared completely. Her arms and legs were tied to the bed frame, but despite this, her body was twisting convulsively trying to free itself. She groaned, wailed, hissed, and growled as John tore the curtain from the window exposing her to the light of the setting sun. Y/N could see each of her bulging blue veins marking her entire body, her greasy hair stuck to her face, the remnants of feces on the once white sheet. The demon grunted trying to break free, trying to reach John, she bent her body to all sides as John lifted a bundle of metal symbols to the sun and began to turn them looking for the right one. A demonic sound ripped from her throat as the sun's rays passed through the right one. She threw her head back, trying to get away from it, and Y/N could see her averted, bloody whites without pupils. She realized that it had been years since she had seen such a state of possession. She took two steps forward wanting to begin work, but John threw her a look that said "Stay where you are and let me work," then he set the cigarette down on the edge of the dresser and jumped up on the bed.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me," Y/N hissed quietly, "you brought me here to babysit civilians?"

John only smirked then knelt on the bed and began the ritual. He whispered something in the girl's ear, and the demon, as if sensing his power, moved its head away, trying to get away from him. This, however, lasted only a brief moment. The demon looked at him as if to threaten him, and began to speak in an unfamiliar language, hissing words, snorting throatily, and to Y/N's surprise, John seemed to understand.

"Yeah, you do that," he croaked and grabbed the girl's head to press the amulet against her forehead. Smoke and sizzle escaped from her body in an instant, and a throaty cry of pain tore through the room. The demon screamed in pain, sending the girl's body into convulsions, bending her arms and legs into an unnatural position.

The women next to Y/N, who in her estimation must have been her mother and grandmother, screamed in fear and clutched the rosaries they held in their hands tighter. Despite the terror painted on her face, her mother took two nervous steps forward, as if to stop the ritual.

"No," Y/N stopped her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing the woman to look at her, "Don't you dare interrupt him."

"But she's my daughter, my only daughter," the woman wept hysterically, and tears flowed from her eyes, "He's hurting her!"

"He's trying to help her," she replied firmly, and the demon wailed shrilly again, with the stench of sulfur bringing Y/N memories of hell, "It's the demon who is hurting her."

The woman tried to break free, but Y/N held her tight as John whispered the words of the spell. The demon wriggled spasmodically, the girl's legs twitched at an unnatural pace, her whole body convulsing in spasm, but John pressed her firmly against the bed, holding her head in a strong grip, protecting her innocent body from harm. Smoke rose from her forehead, her body sizzled filling the room with a nauseating smell of the burning flesh. Images of hell flashed before Y/N's eyes again, and she instinctively grabbed the vial of sand tucked under her shirt in an attempt to ward them off.

Morpheus saw through her eyes the image of a writhing possessed human body, smelled the stench of burnt flesh, tasted the rot in his own mouth, felt the pounding heart in his own chest, the uneven breathing in his own lungs. He saw terrified human faces, heard the scream of the beast ripping from the throat of the human girl, saw John Constantine leaning over the girl's motionless body as if listening to her breathing. An expression of surprise was painted on his face. Morpheus saw the world through Y/N's eyes, and pain tore at his soul.

"I'm always beside you…" he said in his mind, while the image disappeared.

"John…. I do not think it worked…" Y/N let go of the mother, who slumped to the floor in terror and huddled against the wall.

"What the hell…" John whispered confused, but before he had time to react the shape of a demon rose from under the surface of the girl's skin and attacked him. For a split second, Y/N's heart froze in her chest, but John reacted instantly. In one strong swing, he punched the demon and the girl's body fell back onto the bed.

"Did you just hit it?" she asked with inappropriate amusement in her voice.

"And what the fuck was I supposed to do!" he snarled, "Fuck! I need a mirror," he looked at those gathered, "Now!!! At least three meters tall!" he called out after the men rushing out of the apartment.

"Why do you need a mirror?" Y/N asked but John instead of answering grabbed a chair with which he shattered the glass in the window and began to move the bed towards it, "John!? What the fuck are you doing?!

“Fucker is still in her,” John explained as he ripped cables from a wall, “We’re gonna trap it in the mirror.”

“There are at least a dozen other ways to lure the demon out, better than trapping it in a mirror."

"I thought I was clear, stay away from it," the men came running from the corridor carrying a large mirror in fours, which at John's command they strapped with cables and lifted above John's head. "Close your eyes and whatever happens don't look," John instructed after which he placed his hand on the girl's forehead and, pressing all his weight against her body, began to recite the words of the incantation. The demon hissed, growled choking under his pressure, twitched trying to break free, groaned monstrously trying to fight him. He almost had it, Y/N could see its faint shadow slowly seeping into the mirror when suddenly one of the men drawn by curiosity opened his eyes. In an instant, his black beard and hair turned white, and in horror, he let go of the mirror he was helping to lift and moved away from the bed falling to the floor. The mirror fell down. John tried to hold it up, with one hand still restraining the demon. The spell weakened. The demon broke free, grabbed John by the throat, and, growling throatily, began to choke him.

"Screw the mirror!" Y/N ran up to John and placed both hands on the girl's face and began to speak the words of her exorcism.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica….

"Show yourself you ugly son of a bitch," John breathed out as the demon weakened and let go of his throat.

Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te…. cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare….

Y/N felt the air move around her and saw tiny sparks of light leaping from her fingers to the girl's face. John saw them too.

Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanae salutis….

The demon hissed throatily and John felt his strength give way under the strain of their combined power.

Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine…. quem inferi tremunt…

"Smile, you prick," John growled.

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.

And the demon smiled. In the mirror, Y/N could see its true form. An emaciated bony body, covered with gray burnt skin with only half a head and a black hole filled with blackened rot.

"He is with us Witch," the demon looked at Y/N and half his head moved as if curious, "He is with us in hell, and his body sizzles day and night torn apart with hooks, hung on racks, stabbed, ripped, burned, torn apart, reassembled and torn apart again. Do you know how beautifully a new soul tears apart?"

"Go fuck yourself," Y/N growled furiously.

"And how he laments, how he cries, how he wails," the demon continued, "Do you know that he didn't want to die? He repeats it over and over again as we tear him apart and feed on his blood and flesh."

"She told you to go fuck yourself," Constantine looked at the demon, "for your boss," he added and put out his middle finger.

Y/N extended her hand in front of her and, without waiting for the men to pull the mirror outside, she reached for her power and, pushing the mirror away from her, sent it, along with the frame, through the window. She saw the mirror break as the demon tried to get out, but it was too late. The mirror fell to the sidewalk shattering into millions of pieces.

The blackness disappeared from the girl's face, the veins took on normal color and the pupils returned to their place as she opened her eyes with a deep breath. Terrified, confused, she began to struggle, crying, calling her mother.

"Hush," Y/N climbed onto the bed and began to calm her, stroking her sweaty face, "Calm down, come on, hush now, I'll help you," she repeated, untying her hands, "You're safe now. The nightmare is over," she assured as the girl rose and crying desperately hugged to her, suppressing the panting cry in her chest, "You are safe. You're safe…" she repeated stroking her hair, "Nothing will harm you…" she assured, but her voice trapped in her throat.

In the corner of the room, she saw a woman. Not a mother, not a grandmother, not a daughter. The woman hunched against the wall looking at her with sad absent eyes, looking straight through her as the hook that was stuck on her finger marked her face with bloody wounds. Y/N knew she was looking at Despair.

***

John slept a deep sleep, but you couldn't. Although your body was tired and exhausted after a long day of work your mind was awake. The few glasses of whiskey you drank with John did not lull you to sleep as you had hoped, did not allow your thoughts to quiet down and let your consciousness drift off into Dreaming. Staring at the ceiling, you couldn't stop thinking. First Desire, then the Three, and finally Despair, the reality seemed to be slipping away from you. You tried to recall Morpheus' words about the natural state of symbiosis that existed between humans and the Endless, but your reason and intuition kept whispering quietly the words of doubt, making you so aware that there was nothing natural about it.

You tried in every way to explain the sudden appearance of Endless in your life. People, even the ones who were mystically gifted, had never encountered anything bigger than a Demon or, in an even worse case, an Angel in their entire lives. Constantine was the only exception you knew, but even he was unable to see what it was you saw. You asked him, Despair was visible only to your eyes. "Why?" you once again asked yourself the same question. It had been months since you had first wandered unintentionally into the Dreaming, since Morpheus had first appeared in your life, and you had somewhat resigned yourself to the fact that the source of your abilities would remain unknown. "Why dwell on it when through them I have got to know him," you explained to yourself. And yet, lying on an uncomfortable hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't accept that his sibling had appeared in your life with the same ease. "Did I set in motion a chain of events by bonding myself with the Dream? Did I open myself to others by giving myself to him?" you fiddled with the amulet with your fingers, "Should I tell him about it?" you wondered, but something kept you from following this thought. Whether it was Crones' warning or your own intuition, you didn't know, but you knew something was keeping you from telling him. "There is so much I don't know about him…" you realized. You had to admit to yourself that you didn't know how he would react, you didn't know what chain of events it would set in motion. You assumed, based on the story of his capture and imprisonment, that he didn't have a good relationship with his siblings, in fact, no one had come to his aid for over a hundred years. "How complicated must have been the relationships of beings who have existed since the creation of time." The Dream was to you what he wanted to be, he offered you everything he wanted to offer you, and only your imagination told you how much you didn't yet know about him. Because can you really know someone who has been around forever? "Can I trust that Dream will even let me get to know him as he is, and not some version of him that he created especially for me?" you asked, and sadness slowly crept into your heart.

You didn't want to think about it, you wanted to love and be loved, you wanted to give yourself to Dream and let him sweep you away, take you away from this pit of despair you called life. You wanted him to hide you in the Dreaming, to hide you from pain, suffering and constant struggle, you wanted to lose yourself in the Dream, you wanted to disappear with him in some small corner of his Realm, where night and day you could make love hidden from the world. However, despite your desires, you knew that life, even Endless' life was more complicated. You had to admit to yourself that you weren't sure you would have agreed to stay in the Dreaming forever if he had proposed. You loved him, but you had your responsibilities, your task to fulfill. You couldn't abandon your calling for love, and you knew he couldn't do it either.

Suddenly your overwhelmed self lit up with a stormy light awakening your senses, alerting them to the approaching change. The air around you seemed to bend, curving as you saw a vortex of golden sand forming in the middle of the room. Your heart leaped joyously as Morpheus emerged from the sand. Wrapped in his mystical cloak that hid a galaxy of stars, he looked at you with his endless eyes, and the stars shone joyfully upon seeing your smiling face.

"Hello beloved," you whispered rising from the bed. You came up to him, and he, without hesitating, kissed you deeply.

"You were missing from a Dreaming," he said, and you couldn't help but think if his voice would ever stop sending shivers down your spine, "I was worried."

"I can't sleep," you replied softly.

"Something on your mind?"

"It's been a long day," you replied giving in to his embrace.

"I saw," he stated as his cloak wrapped around you tightly.

"You saw? What do you mean?" you were surprised.

"For a moment I saw the exorcism you performed with Constantine," Morpheus explained.

"Just like when I heard your thoughts," you recalled the night Morpheus retrieved his ruby, "Morpheus, is it because of the vial of sand?"

"No," he replied shortly, "The sand contains an aspect of my existence, but it doesn't grant such possibilities. Not by itself." You looked at him questioningly, and he continued, "Just as I can't see the dreams of people in the Waking World, the sand wouldn't let me see your thoughts. The power that grants us this connection comes from you, not from me."

"But I'm just a Witch."

"Just a witch," he chuckled softly, "You sure?"

You clung to him, saying nothing. You didn't know how you could comment on this, since you yourself had questioned your reality barely moments ago.

"Come with me to Dreaming," Morpheus said quietly, "You need to rest." You just nodded and looked at John, "Don't worry, he will know."

Looking at his palace shining with a million lights against the starry night, you couldn't help but wonder about the dawning laws of night and rising day in Dreaming. After all, his Realm existed regardless of the time of day in the real world, after all, somewhere in the world at any time there was night. Yet the times of day and night seemed to change in Dreaming according to the will of its Ruler, like everything else.

"It's so beautiful," you gasped in admiration of the palace, "Absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," Morpheus accepted the compliment, "I think I've rebuilt it even more majestic than it was," he assessed his work then stood in front of you and looked deeply into your eyes with that gaze that seemed to look straight into your soul. "In the west wing, I have prepared chambers for you. In them, you will find all the comforts you may need. If you are missing something, if I haven't thought of something, tell me. I will personally see to it that the palace servants take care of it."

"Morpheus I…you didn't have to," you replied stunned.

"I wanted to," a faint smile appeared on his face, "You cannot fall asleep under the open sky every time and run home when you need something."

"Does that mean I'll find a coffee maker there?" you quipped.

"Coffee maker and anything else you want, " he laughed softly. “In my Realm your every wish will be granted.”

"Don't tempt me," you smirked, “Or I will start getting ideas."

Morpheus only smiled after which he took you by the hand and led you over a narrow bridge to the palace. It rose above the river that surrounded the palace, and in its perfectly smooth surface of water millions of stars reflected their splendor. You felt like when he first led you to the Dreaming, only now you were not following him, but walking side by side with him. As usual, he guided your arm under his, and your hand found its place on his forearm. He smiled at you with a smile discernible only to your watchful eyes. You could see the happiness in his eyes, the pride even as he led you towards the huge majestic gates of the palace. As you walked closer, you drew in the air loudly with amazement as the wyvern, griffin, and hippogriff bowed their heads in greeting to their Ruler. Their beauty and majesty took your breath away as they spread their wings proudly and addressed their Monarch.

"Greetings, My Lord," they spoke one after another.

"They are real," you whispered quietly squeezing Morpheus' shoulder tighter.

"Of course, they are real, as real as they can be in the Dreaming. They are entrusted to guard the entrance to the palace. They've been informed that you're always welcome here," Morpheus explained, and only now you realized that they were not only bowing to him, but also to you.

"Greetings, Milady," Gryffin addressed you politely, and you couldn't help but smile shyly.

"You will have to get accustomed to it," Morpheus noticed the blush appearing on your cheeks and smiled warmly, "Do not forget that I am the Ruler of this Kingdom, and you are mine. Everyone is obliged to show you proper respect." He explained as he led you through the palace gates, which opened on their own sensing his arrival.

The great hall, which only a few months ago you saw in a state of ruin and decay, now marveled with its mystical beauty. Numerous marble pillars were decorated with statues, reminding you of the great kings' palaces you had read about in fantasy books. The pillars were connected by arches under a high vault that, to your delight, was not a ceiling, but an open sky with delicate white clouds moving over its starry surface. At the end of the hall, a high winding staircase led to the King's throne, behind which shone huge stained glass windows in colors of gold, blue and green.

You wanted to stop and admire the sky overhead, marvel at every intricately created sculpture, every refraction of light, but Morpheus led you down a narrow corridor to the right up the stairs to the west tower.

"The entire west wing has been emptied and prepared just for you," he began quietly, "No one but me has permission to enter it. You are free to explore the castle, but you are not allowed to venture beyond its boundaries to the Dreaming itself, I can not ensure your safety within its changing borders."

"You speak as if I were to stay here longer," you said quietly, and Morpheus stopped in place, looked at you, took your hand, and brought it up to his chest, as was his custom.

"If you wish my palace can become your home" the stars shone with desire when the depth of his voice pierced you to the core.

You wanted to, you knew you should say something, yet the words seemed to be stuck within you. Your heart pounded ferociously as he looked at you this way, expecting an answer, and for a moment you even imagined yourself dressed in a beautiful gown, as you walked the majestic corridors of the palace day and night, as you accompanied him in his creation, as you explored the endless books in his library, free from pain, free from struggle, free from the cares of mortal life.

"Morpheus…" you began, and although you wanted with all your being to abandon your past life and stay with him in a Dreaming forever, "We need to talk…"

Morpheus reached for the handle and opened the door to one of the huge chambers that were meant to be yours.

"I hope you will find it to your liking," he said, ushering you into a room composed of shades of black, burgundy, and pale gold. Cozy, mystical, inviting. The fluffy carpet asked you to take off your shoes and touch it with your bare feet, and the armchairs and sofas invited you to relax and disappear into the world hidden in the many books that awaited you on the shelf. The huge bed invited you to sleep, to drift off into a land of oblivion and relaxation. A large dressing room hid countless gowns that promised to wrap your body with the touch of silk and velvet. The huge wings of the balcony window opened a view of the entire western side of the Kingdom, promising the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

"Morpheus I don't know what to say," you sighed, running your hand along the walls and furniture.

"This is all yours."

"Do you really want me to stay here?"

"Yes."

You opened the balcony door and stepped outside, inhaling deeply the freshness of the warm night air. You leaned against the railing and stared at the Dream's Kingdom stretching out before you. So calming, so delightful, how could you resist his invitation, how could you refuse him. Morpheus came up to you and also leaned against the railing staring at you. You knew he was waiting for an answer, you knew he was waiting for an answer you couldn't give him.

"I saw Despair," you said quietly, "Or at least I think so."

"In your profession, it seems to be expected."

"No, you don't understand, I saw Despair," you raised your eyes and gazed into the endless blackness of his night trying to read his reactions, "I also met Desire."

"Explain," he ordered, and although it seemed impossible the universe in his eyes darkened even more.

"Today, after the exorcism was completed, I saw Despair. A woman. She was sitting in the corner of the room and I was the only one who saw her," you said quietly gazing into the distance, you so wished Morpheus would wrap his arms around you instead of gazing into your soul, "she looked so…sad. Her eyes were so empty. There was something like a hook on her finger, she was cutting her face with it," you raised your eyes to Morpheus again, but his face remained the same, clouded, stern, "she also saw me. She looked directly at me."

"What about Desire?" the tone of his voice made fear creep into your heart.

"That was a few days ago. Right after we came back from England, right after you discovered that David wasn't in the Dreaming," you began to explain.

"I want you to tell me the details," he demanded.

"Fuck… how to say it," you blushed again, "I was a bit turned on after you left me so suddenly, if you know what I mean," Morpheus' stern look didn't make things any easier for you, "But before I could do anything I suddenly found myself in their Realm I guess. I think so. It was a big red chamber, and Desire was there. Like they were waiting for me," you tried to explain, but couldn't find the right words. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the chamber. You sat down on the bed on your shod feet and pulled him gently forcing him to sit down facing you. "I don't know if this is going to work," you began to explain seeing his confused look, "I rarely do this with people, and you're not human, but let's try," you reached out and put your fingers to his temple.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't explain everything in words, so I'll show you," you explained, "Relax and let me in," you instructed.

You focused on him, staring deeply into the endless universe of his eyes, trying to penetrate deeper, trying to find that connection that existed between you, like an invisible thread linking you in a joint fate. For a moment he resisted you, trying to push back the pushing force, but you did not give up. You took his face in your hands and pushed with your power even harder, and the resistance gave way. Inertia swept over you completely, as if you suddenly found yourself adrift in an impenetrable abyss of darkness. You closed your eyes and saw it. A shiny silver thin thread, shimmering against the blackness. You grabbed it with all your strength and Morpheus saw everything. He saw the red chamber and you standing dressed in black. He saw Desire hovering around you, brushing the hair away from your neck, touching your chest. You could feel his feelings, the rage boiling just below the surface, ready for action. He heard the words with which Desire taunted you, heard your strong answer, and you felt his darkness lighten with warmth. He saw everything you saw, felt everything you felt. And you knew he was angry.

You opened your eyes when you felt the touch of his gentle hands on yours. The abyss of his eyes remained indescribable as he held your hands in his own.

"That's why you asked me about the nature of Endless," he stated quietly.

You nodded, not knowing what else to say.

"Your power is extraordinary, my dear," he said and kissed your palms, "Thank you for showing it to me."

"I didn't plan to hide it from you, it just all happened so fast…" you justified yourself.

"I know, you don't have to explain yourself," he interrupted you.

"What are you going to do?"

"I do not know yet. Perhaps my siblings need to be reminded that we don't meddle in each other's affairs," the stars in his eyes lit up menacingly only to soften a moment later when his eyes met yours again, "You said you were mine before you said it to me," he noted, "Despite such understandable doubts, you gave yourself to me." There was nothing but deep tenderness in his voice.

"I meant what I said. I love you," you said quietly, "yes, there are a billion questions and a billion doubts in my head, but my love for you is not something I question. Desire, Despair, Lucifer himself can go fuck themselves for all I care. I am all yours and you are all mine."

Morpheus only drew you to him so that in his arms you lay down on the bed. He kissed you deeply, pouring all his devotion onto your lips. Cuddled in his arms, you finally allowed your nerves to relax, to let go of the burden that had been weighing you down for days.

"Sleep, My Heart. I will watch over you," he said, and you drifted off into a blissful state of unconsciousness.

Part nineteen: The horror and the ruin - part 2

~~***~~ Authors note: Throughout this past week I was sure that I won't be able to get the chapter out this week. I had the whole weekend planned so I was writing during a week to get as much as I could do. On Friday I was almost at 5k words. I wrote a bit on Sunday, and suddenly it turned out that I have Sunday free after all. So after a moment of pondering I decided to add one more "small" scene. Well, that small scene kinda grew! Sorry, not sorry. I do hope that you enjoyed this long chapter and the direction in which the story is proceeding. Fun fact! I never planned on making Constantine such a big part of the story, but he brings great energy, and tbh I've always been a fan. Thank you for sticking with me through another chapter. See ya at the next one! And as always Dear Reader, I thank you for reading. ~~***~~

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