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pascals-doll · 3 months

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ellie williams x reader

🫧 happy valentines day to all my beautiful followers | enjoy this vday special 🩷 am i uploading this ar midnight because a bitch had classes and work yes but its valentines (was technically) IM GGONNA WRITE AN ELLIE FIC 🧘‍♀️

🫧 inspired by the song candy by doja cat | bed of roses PT2

🫧 description: fluffy, cute surprises, reader knows how to know paint a bit, just fluff, cute fluff,ellie sings to you (i took the scene from the game because i cherish it sm) smut, SLUT SMUT💋, power dynamic, dom!ellie, sub!reader, you and ellie live together, reader is PUSSYHUNGRY (mmm im so- i would do anything for that tsunami), reader eats out ellie on stairs (you’re welcome), fingering, praises, no use of y/n, use of petnames like doll, mama, and good girl, very little degradation, hair pulling, clit sucking, face grinding, cum eating, just ellie getting eaten so good! enjoy

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

but you know that it ain't real cherry

know that it ain't real cherry

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it was valetines day today which meant ellie got to spoil you rotten; it is very well- deserved.

you would always be very thoughtful with your gifts.

this valentines day, you sneakily woke up around 1 AM and worked until dawn on customizing a wooden workstation that you got her for her artwork.

you knew you had work in the morning but you would do anything for the woman who’s protected you, provided for you, and pleased you.

you painted the workstation very carefully a dark earth-green. you let each coat of paint dry before beginning to carefully paint details on it.

you were going to paint symbols for each of her favorite memories onto it. you took references from her own beautiful drawings.

one of the details you painted were the beginning of Joel’s; now her guitar, painting even the moth.

one of the guitar strings then ran around the whole work-station, dragging the brush till the end.

you began to draw small moths and different flowers with herbs carefully placing them along the string line.

lastly, finishing it up by drawing a silhouette of the both of your bodies intertwined, then painting an outline of ellie’s knife and joel’s gun side by side on the side of her workbench.

once you were done, you carved both of your initials into the side of the workbench.

you transfered all of her essentials from the small broken down drawers; that could barely hold up to her made with so much love customized workstation.

you made your way back into your shared warm bed, careful not to wake up ellie.

sunrise made its way into the sky, ellie waking up now as you now slept.

ellie noticed you got up in the middle of the night, searching for your warmth but she shrugged it off before knocking into slumber again.

ellie got up very quietly, planting a kiss on your head before heading into her work room to get her guitar.

she walked into her art room, stepping as she scans the room. she immediately stopped in her steps, her eyes falling onto your beautiful workstation.

ellie’s heart pounds outside of her chest, tears wanting to form in her hazel eyes as a rush of emotions take over her.

she walks around the small wooden dark-green station, her handing brushing it softly as she takes in your designs.

she couldnt help but think about although you had work sadly on valetines day, you still did this for her.

this was bigger than the world to ellie.

you were the most perfect girl and if one thing was for certain, ellie would be spending an eternity of valetine’s day with you.

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I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan,

or your key lime

Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got

you were now currently at work, you hated how you got called in today.

you asked ellie if she was going to be good with you going to work today, in which she responded by pulling down your panties.

lets just say, you had a very pleasant morning before going into work.

while you were away at work, ellie got to work on her surprise because eating your cum for breakfast wasn’t enough.

she went to almost all the floral shops she could, selling them out of their pink and red roses.

ellie covered the entryway with petals, even the staircase that leads upstairs, and leading all the way up into your room.

the living room, she had a fairy lights hung along with pink lit candles on the ground.

ellie had a huge case of flowers waiting for you, wrapped in the arrangement of your inital.

that was only the downstairs, your room was filled with more surprises.

your shared bed was covered in rose petals, a couple small gifts waiting for you while your surprise gift was tucked away by ellie.

ellie finished up any last miniute preparations before you came home from work.

she changed from her pj shirt and boyshorts from this morning to a flannel with a black-tee and some baggy shorts that exposed her Calvin Klein lining.

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet (She's so sweet)

But you know that it ain't real, know that it ain't real

🫧

you came home a bit exhausted but excited because you picked up a teddy bear that held a heart with the writing “i love u” on it from a street vendor, leaving your job.

once you made it home, beginning to turn the keys to step through your front door.

you open the door to see your beautiful auburn-hair girlfriend.

she was sitting there on your shared loveseat, her beautiful fingers strumming her guitar.

the melodious tone from the strums of her guitar strumming the song your love for each other shares.

she began to sing softly “talking away” your hand cant help but go ovee your mouth as you felt tears begin to form.

the sound of her silky voice singing through your ears, making your heart pound and face hot.

“today’s another day to find you”

you could listen to ellie sing for the rest of your life, tears were already streaming down your face. ellie couldn’t look you in the eyes while she sang because if she did, she wouldn’t be able to finish.

you made her heart go a million miles per minute like a schoolgirl crush.

you made her stomach flutter like she was born with a butterfly nest inside her.

you made her soul shine like the sun after never-ending rain.

ellie finished serenating you, putting her guitar down

she finally looked up at you, clutching a teddy bear with tears streaming down your face.

before ellie could say anything, you ran into her arms; immediately taking you in to her embrace.

this was a feeling words couldn’t express, but only actions.

your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest with the clash of ellie’s lips onto yours.

you weren’t alone with ellie barely being able to catch her breath but so desperate for you.

the way your lips moved with such hasty movement but yet still passionately and amorously.

you began to walk towards the staircase, lips not leaving a moment. your eyes slightly opening time to time to make sure you were guiding you and ellie correctly.

“all i wanted-“ you began but were interrupted by her lips again.

“all day was to” ellie pulled away momentarily to let you continue.

“come home to this” you whined out against her lips, your tongue slightly licking over them.

🫧

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

you were fillied with arousal and need to please as you dropped to your knees…on the staircase. you could careless at this given moment.

your hands ran through her back, feeling each crevess of each toned muscle, then coming back around to her arms.

you gave her strong-toned arms a soft squeeze before having them go up to her chest. you needed to have her.

“doll i got a surprise in the room, lets-” ellie begins but you didn’t care.

“no” you said, looking her in the eyes as you unzip and unbutton her shorts “right here, right now” you whine out, pulling down ellie shorts completely.

ellie would be lying if she said you dying to eat her out on each other’s staircase wasn’t the hottest thing, especially on fucking valentine’s day.

it was you, how could she deny you.

“that desperate, mama?” she teases you as you peck her toned abdomen. you gave her a slight whimper as you nod.

she brings herself down to sit on the stairs, grabbing you by your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

your lips meet again, your hand traveling down into her boxers immediately feeling seeping slick cunt “you drive me insane” you moan out, your mind was so drunk by her.

she had you high on her scent, taste, look, and touch. anything ellie did could have you on your knees, just like this.

your fingers begin to rub her clit in circular motion causing her breathing to hitch and soft moans of content escape her mouth as your lips travel down to her neck.

you begin to suck on the skin as your fingers massaged her clit, slightly putting pressure here and there causing ellie to let out gentle-yet-loud groan.

ellie’s hips began to rise to meet your hand “my beautiful doll-s’good f’me” she mumbled under her breathy moans.

you were sure you left her a purpletrail from her neck leading into her shoulder before going down a couple more steps.

you waste no time in pulling off her boxers, meeting with her wet pussy “s’pretty els, i love you.” you were just completely dazed by ellie at this point, wanting to please her and have her taste on you for days.

“you gonna drool or eat up, doll?” ellie smirks, she knew the effect she had on you and it made you fiend to please her even more.

your hands go to spread her thighs open a bit more before diving your head in between her legs. you met face to face with her juiced pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you lick a stripe.

“ah fuck, doll!” ellie moans out, her hips slightly bucking against your face as her hand had a grip on your hair.

the way you were on your knees on these steps buried into ellie’s pussy, your tongue collects her juices as you begin to swirl your tongue around her clit sucking softly.

she tasted just like candy, you grab her one of her thighs, hooking it up to balance on your shoulder.

the wider angle made her throw her head back “s’fuck doll! just like that. eat it just like that.” her vile voice praising the way you took the way she slopped her pussy against your tongue.

ellie began to work herself towards her orgasm on your tongue, her hand following the movement of your head.

you ate her out like this was your last meal, not wanting to let a single drop “god fuck-y-you’re insane!” she whined out as you worked you fucked her with yout tongue.

ellies stomach stomach flexes, her toned abdomen becoming more prominent as her breathy moans turn into pants and loud gutteral moans as you took your free hand; licking her asshole all the way up to her clit.

“fuck fuck fuck, doll! s’such a good girl” ellie’s hand swore she could’ve pulled your hair our by now but you could careless, the only thing on your mind was making this woman cum.

she deserved the way you ate her with delight, completely letting her use your face for her orgasm.

your nails dig into her thigh as you feel yourself slowly loosing your breath; but you were not leaving till she had came all over your face.

“s’close god! youre such a fuckin’ slut f’me.” her orgasm finally riding out.

“atta girl, lick it all up again.” she praises, pulling you back up from her pussy to her lips, tasting herself momentarily before her hand finds the back of your head guiding you to the white cum-beed that seaped out of her now fucked-out hole.

you licked her from asshole up, completely picking up her cum onto the tip on tongue causing you moan out as your lips were wrapped around her.

once you pulled away meeting her eyes, her cum covering your lips causing your face to glisten lightly.

“you’re a demon” ellie brings you into her embrace on the stairs.

“its not my fault you’re my favorite candy”

🫧

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

a/n > part 2 ??? 😇

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sunlightmurdock · 4 months

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Dads best friend Jake cornering you to kiss you at midnight at your family’s New Year’s party!

eeeek because you just know that from the moment he saw you all dressed up, you would be the only thing on his entire mind. He’s fumbling conversations with your dad and their shared friends because he’s having to watch you be introduced to sons of mutual friends. He’s staring like a teenager.

It would be absolutely eating the two of you up, getting through the holiday period undetected. All he wants is to wrap an arm around you and stick like glue to your side, make everyone else in this place wonder what the two of you could possibly have in common.

He enjoys keeping it to himself. The intricacies, and inside jokes, the things that make it love instead of the little affair everyone will think it is. But fuck, he just wishes he could touch you.

By midnight, you’ve got a warm kind of buzz to your skin that’s drawing him to you like a moth to light. A magnetism that couldn’t keep him away even if he was the strongest man in the world.

As a cousin of yours points to the clock and reminds you to fill your drink, Jake’s eyes go wide with opportunity. He waits for you to go and follows discreetly.

From the second that you’re being turned around and crowded against the kitchen counter, you’re beaming — you’d been wondering if he would say anything to you. He leans forwards and kisses your mouth softly before the countdown has even started, tasting the fizz of the champagne on your tongue.

Outside, the party continues to chant their way through the countdown while you’re draping your arms around Jake’s broad shoulders and smiling at him like the lovesick fool that he turns you into.

As the clock strikes midnight, you grab his face and pull him in. He kisses you dizzingly hard, arms wrapped securely around your waist. Minutes pass before Jake pulls back and nudges at the tip of your nose with his, eyes still closed, wrapped around you, before whispering, “Happy New Years’, baby.”

#Jake Seresin #dbf!jake #jake Seresin smut #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x you #dads best friend!jake #thots night (:

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crooked-hourglass · 3 months

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Ophelia Dewdrop

I was commissioned by the lovely @alwaysjustmina to draw Dewdrop inspired by the painting Ophelia by Sir John Everret Millais. It's been a long time since I've painted in this style, but I loved doing this so much! I hope @midnight-moth loves it as much as I loved painting it 🥰

{More Artwork | Socials and Prints}

#ghost fanart #the band ghost #my artwork #ghost #digital art #nameless ghouls #ghost art #artists on tumblr #nameless ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost the band #ghost band

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softagenda · 3 months

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hair of the dog (leander)

leander x reader(f)

aphrodisiac au / short fic

series: sweet poison (scenario-based collection of character imagines)

originally posted on ao3

masterlist

Prologue

You’re an idiot for drinking that. An absolute idiot.

You’re spilled across the floor, head swimming, burning from the inside as though you’d swallowed a star. The velvet rug brushed soft and cloying against your prickling skin as you squirmed, your heart pounding in your ears and beating an insistent rhythm in your groin.

Cooing at you from the table, her cat’s eyes curled in satisfaction, Morgana asked, “Something the matter? You look positively feverish.” She twirled a curly black lock around her finger.

Bitch.

Paintings of naked people - bathing in springs, dancing around a fire, having an orgy in front of a temple - swirled into one colorful blob as you turned on your side, fisting the rug. You attempted to pull yourself to where you remembered the door but stalled a couple inches in, weak as a newborn kitten and stifling a moan as your body rubbed on the carpet.

“Now, now, where’s the fire? Stay a while.” She rose from her chair and stood over you, her arms crossing under her full chest. “You’re clearly hot under the collar. The thought of you wandering the streets like this concerns me deeply.”

You glared up at her, using every ounce of willpower not to writhe on the floor like a worm on a hook. Your hand felt clumsily around your hip for the dagger.

“I’ll take that,” she chirped, snatching the weapon from your belt and tossing it behind her. “Can’t have you nicking that lovely skin.” Her heel braced on the other side of you, straddling your back. Her hands tugged the shirt from your waist before dragging warm palms up your back, her nails scratching on the return journey.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan rocketing through your chest, as every nerve in your body vibrated with electric pleasure. Your hips pressed hard into the floor, growing ever desperate for friction even as you struggled to focus.

Morgana sunk her hand into your nape, drawing your hair back from your face. When she leaned down to brush her painted lips against your ear, goosebumps erupted down your neck. “We’ll start with the bandages, shall we?”

______ prologue end _________

Glass shattered and noise erupted somewhere below.

Morgana’s hand paused.

A moment passed as you both listened, the shouting incomprehensible but growing louder by the second, and then several sets of feet thundered up the steps nearby. Two young women pushed through the door, swatting at the curtains, sweat shining through their glittering makeup. “Mistress!”

“What?”

The first girl to enter took in the scene - you pinned to the floor like a hapless moth caught in a web, the proprietress poised over you swathed in midnight silk, a gleaming black widow - and blanched, her hand covering her mouth. The other woman shoved her to the side, her face set in a mulish frown. “It’s those damn hounds again.”

Morgana took a slow, deliberate breath through her nose before her grip loosened. Your head dropped to the floor, the impact barely registering from within the layer of peach fuzz sensation that had spread across your body. She rose to her feet and stepped over you toward the door.

“I suppose I was a little too gentle last time.” She flicked her wrist to summon purple, dripping flames to her fingers. Each drip sizzled as it hit the floor, eating away at the sumptuous rug. “We will endeavor to make an impression this time.”

You twisted onto your cheek and angled your chin, struggling to keep her in sight.

Morgana looked over her shoulder, her full lips curling into a smirk. “Make yourself comfortable, darling. I’ll be back~” she sang before strutting through the curtains and vanishing from sight, the young women following at her heels.

You waited until the footsteps grew distant before wriggling toward your dagger tossed carelessly against the eastern wall. Each brush of the carpet pushed and tugged at your clothing, tortuous friction that sang sweetly. Tingles spread down the back of your arms and legs. Your chest inched along, nipples compressed to the floor and rubbing with every movement, two bright points of pleasure, burning and aching.

Crossing two feet felt like a mile. You paused, a soft moan slipping out with every other gasping breath. Clumsy, weakened fingers stretched across the floor, flicking the handle of the dagger, spinning it a little further away. Frustration clawed at your throat, grit your teeth.

Then a creak of old hinges broke through the frantic pulse in your ears.

You held your breath and listened. The door opened, inch by inch. Silk curtains shifted beneath a breeze. The faint tread of boots whispered over the carpet.

Morgana? One of her guards? A patron wandering beyond his room, happening upon a lone woman, alone and drugged docile?

With what felt like herculean effort, you lurched for the dagger and grabbed it. You didn’t have the strength to fight your way out - yet - but you could stab them as they drew close, once their guard had lowered.

A shadow fell over you.

Thinking fast, you lunged toward their ankles, aiming to sever the heel and force them to the ground, to stab the throat before they could call for help -

The blade met the sturdy leather of dragonhide boots.

“Careful with that,” a familiar voice chuckled overhead. “Not that I’m opposed to you taking me down to the floor and having your way with me, but cut tendons would throw a wrench into this rescue mission.”

Leander crouched over you, one knee braced on the floor. His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding the dagger in place but loose enough to suggest he might entertain the attempt if you pushed. His sly grin cut across his face, a knife of white beneath a thick black hood. Emerald eyes glowed from within the shadow.

“Fuck,” you sighed, drooping onto the floor, almost limp with relief. “It’s you.”

“Your hero’s arrived,” he said, a decidedly smug twist to his smile. “Shall we escape into the night, or is there more digging that needs done?”

A small huff forced itself out your throat. “Already waist deep in it,” you grumbled, nose pressed to the floor. “Anymore, and I’ll dig myself to an early grave.”

“Hmm?” A gloved hand stroked the hair back from your face, the leather smooth and smelling faintly of smoke. A shiver radiated from the place where his fingers touched bare skin, then burned as though your very blood crowded to the surface to meet him.

You glared back as best you could, face aflame, hoping to hide the arousal still roiling through your body like a tempest through sheer fury alone.

Magic sparked in Leander’s eyes. The smell of ozone and dirt slipped through the fog of incense as he took a deep inhale, his gaze shooting toward the table, where the empty cup still sat on its side. He crossed the room and swiped a finger through the spilled liquid. “Oh,” he murmured, his face strangely blank as his eyes returned to your face, lingering on the flush spreading across your cheeks and neck.

You bit the inside of your cheek, humiliation sitting like a knot at the back of your throat. “Not a word.”

Leander’s jaw clenched, the vibrant irises of his eyes flaring, before one of his patented, inscrutable smiles slid over his face. “Of course, my lady.” He rubbed the liquid between his fingers, craning his neck to take a whiff of the vapor.

“Will we need to stop by the clinic?” You swallowed, dreading the thought of showing up on Kuras’ doorstep, sweating and weak with artificial lust.

Leander’s gaze cut toward you at the words, briefly sweeping across your sprawled form, before veering away. “No. I have everything you’ll need.” He wiped his hand on the edge of a silk shawl before returning to your side. “Anything I should grab for later?”

You licked your dry lips. “Jewelry box. False bottom.”

“On it.”

As Leander cracked the lock with a snap of magic, you tried to push yourself into a sitting position. After straining hard against jelly-like muscles, suppressing the trapped moan in your throat, you managed to lay on your back. Mortifying still, but at least a fraction more dignified than curled in the fetal position.

“That fight downstairs?”

“Hounds are creating a distraction,” he said, amused.

A thread of unease cut through the arousal. “Morgana seemed pissed.”

“Figured she’d be, but I sent only veterans in. They’ll cause significant trouble with the least amount of damage.”

“So that loud shattering earlier wasn’t the front window full of priceless stained glass falling to pieces on the street?”

“‘Least’ doesn’t mean ‘no.’ They messed with one of our own. We’ll return the favor.”

You grit your teeth. Heat pushed behind every inch of your skin. You prayed that was sweat dampening your thighs because the alternative was too much to think about without spontaneously combusting on the spot. “I came here willingly.”

The shuffling of papers paused.

Then Leander spun around, tucking the clutch of documents into an inner pocket of the coat, before stopping at your side to loom over you. “And this? You just strolled in, bought the room farthest from the crowd - from any chance of help - and dosed yourself with Fever Dream?”

Well. You certainly hadn’t thought it was a premium aphrodisiac in the tea - you’d assumed it would be a mild poison or sleeping potion you’d fight off. “You didn’t have to come.” You turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. “I didn’t want to involve you all in my - in my problems.”

With a short chuff, Leander kneeled down and braced his arm on the other side of your waist. He waited until you reluctantly looked at him, leaning over you with a soft smile, before saying, “I promised I’d help you. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me.” His eyes gleamed from within the shadow of his hood. “Best get used to that.”

Sweat trickled down your neck. The heat radiating out of your body could melt iron. His proximity made it worse, his cloak sliding from his shoulders, draping to the floor, trapping the heat between you. You’re struck by the wild urge to sink your hands into the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck, draw him in, to pull that wicked mouth down and -

“I see yet another flea-bitten mongrel has wandered into my house,” a voice purred from the door. “Leander. How good of you to drop by,” Morgana said, with all the enthusiasm of a woman who just discovered her puppy had peed on the expensive rug.

“Morgana.” He returned, his voice cold, offering a hair-raising smile. “I asked after you with the magistrate the other day. Turns out there are Soulless I’m not allowed to hunt.”

What. Your eyes widened. What’s happening?

“Cute.” She brushed her lustrous hair behind her ear, the ruby teardrop swaying against her jaw. “Remove yourself from my customer. She paid to have the pleasure of my hands on her, not the grubby paws of the gutter ‘hero.’”

“Did she? And are you always forced to poison your customers to keep their coin?”

“Poison, my,” she simpered, “Someone’s hackles are raised.” Her painted lips twisted with amusement. “Recreational potions are one of our most popular services. Many of our patrons feel it enhances the experience.”

“I confess, I had not understood the appeal before now.” Leander’s head tilted slightly. “But I too would want to be drugged out of my senses before you touched me.”

Oh shit. Clearly, there was history here. Your grip on the dagger tightened.

“So defensive. I always assumed you got off on pointless acts of righteousness, but this is a little much.” She sneered, then her eyes turned calculating as they flickered between you. The sultry verve in her posture vanished, her back straightening from its attractive slouch. “I see. She’s one of yours? I should have known - You love chasing tail and picking up strays.”

Better a stray than a stone cold bitch, you thought sourly.

“More dog metaphors. How original. Whoever said a whore’s mouth had only one use clearly never met you.”

Damn, Leander. A sudden, wholly inappropriate rush of heat flooded your body. Stunned, jaw slightly ajar, you could only stare at the mocking smile on his face as more footsteps pounded up the landing.

Three people broke through the curtains - large, muscled guards dressed in leather armor, swords swinging from their belts. Morgana lifted a delicate finger toward them. “Put them down.”

You jerked, trying to force your body into motion as they strode forward, grim-faced and belligerent. Panic rising, you looked back at Leander.

His hand rose, unhurried, as though waving to a friend. With an arrogant grin, he snapped his fingers.

Every light in the room went out.

The moment darkness descended, two arms wrapped around you, tugging you easily against a sturdy chest and securing your legs around his waist. Shouting erupted across the room while Leander hauled you off the floor and turned on his heel toward the back wall.

The world spun. You struggled to lock your arms around his neck as you’re jostled, acutely aware of the press of your bodies together, the heady combination of magic and smoke filling your lungs.

His arm left your waist for a moment. Blinding light flashed across the room, illuminating the furious faces of Morgana and her guards - then the sound of more glass shattering erupted at your back.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, hot mouth at your ear.

Leander jumped from the window.

Wind billowed through your hair and clothes, briefly stealing the inferno burning within your skin. You clutched him as close as your flimsy strength would allow, shoving your face against his shoulder as you braced for impact.

A heart beat passed, light as air. Then another. Then another, without your combined bulk splattered across the ground like a pancake.

You slowly lifted your face.

Luminous green magic swirled through the air, wrapping loving hands around Leander as he walked through the sky. Morgana’s Locket grew further and further away with every graceful leap, the guards spilling out of the front door like ants upon the street.

You sagged against him, more than a little relieved even as a sinking feeling settled in your stomach. “Quite an exit. Won’t they come knocking at the Wick next? You’re not exactly subtle.”

“Barkeep knows how to clean house.” His arms held you closer, one hand pressed to your shoulder, the other tucked snugly at your waist. A shudder ran down your spine. “Morgana won’t cause a public scene. At most, I’ll receive an exorbitant bill for the windows we broke, and the stalemate will continue.”

You winced before sighing. Yet another debt you owe him. “...I’ll pay you back.”

Leander laughed, his breath hot against your ear. “Let’s not talk of debt between us.” His voice dipped low and quiet, as though sharing a secret. “How are you feeling?”

“....”

He hummed softly, the sound vibrating from his chest to yours. Your nipples hardened.

“Sounds like a stiff drink’s in order.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “On me.”

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a/n: thanks for reading!

#leander x mc #leander x reader #touchstarved imagines #touchstarved fic #touchstarved fanfic #leander fic #touchstarved leander

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v-ternus · 4 months

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Happy New Year! To start us off right, I have decided to make these monstrosities:

I absolutely adore you all and hope you guys have a great year 😌

@ghoultrifle @iamthecomet @hypnoneghoul @everybodyshusband @sphylor @p1nkcanoe @midnight-moth @chapel-of-rizztual @high-imperatrix

Here’s the blank if you also want to make scrunglies (please do, I wanna see scrungly drawings)

#vee stuffs

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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@valiant-heart has excellent tastes and commissioned a little wild moth Red <3

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It was so dark. So unbelievably dark, and so cold. The sounds of the midnight forest were terrifying and quiet, your ears had to strain to pick up any and all noise. The frosted ground stung underneath your hands, the chill air bit your face... even though you knew moving would warm you up, you remained completely still, curled up in the closest thing you could find to shelter- a divot in the gnarled roots of an old tree, just big enough for you to crawl inside. As low to the ground and out of sight as you could get.

... It was a bad idea to be out in the dark, in a place like this. A very bad idea. But getting lost wasn't a great idea either, was it? You'd lost the path, that was that. Now, all you could do was hide. Walking around aimlessly in the night would get you killed; your best chance now was to just remain in shelter, and pray nothing found you before the sun came up again.

There were monsters, in these woods- monsters that specialised in eating hapless, lost creatures like you. If you did get eaten out here, you wouldn’t be the first... or the last.

...

A crack, in the near distance, a branch snapping, too loud to just be the normal rustling of the forest. Even worse, other sounds started to disappear- birds and small mammals and insects all suddenly went as quiet as possible, they knew what was coming.

... A horrible dread started creeping up your spine. You tucked deeper into your makeshift hideout, closer to the icy ground, eyes wide and ears pinned back against your head. The uncontrollable shivers of cold were the only thing that distinguished you as a living creature.

...

Clawed, skeletal feet came into view outside your hideout. Large, large ones... clearly belonging to a predator. You silently bristled, like a cat, instincts screaming in equal intensity to both freeze and flee. They moved almost soundlessly against the earth, despite the carpet of dead leaves and twigs... something trailed behind them, like the person walking was wearing an enveloping cloak.

... Except it wasn’t a cloak. It was a folded pair of massive wings. Mottled brown and black, with patches of red that faintly glowed, like warm coals on a fire.

... A moth monster.

You stopped breathing entirely. Don’t look. Don’t see me. Your only hope was that he didn’t know you were there, and moved on. The whole forest was holding its breath.

...

... He came to a stop, right outside your hiding place. Those talons could gut you. You felt sick, heart pounding in your ears, what was he doing? Taking a break, surveying the area? Move on, leave, leave, just leave...

...

The feet slightly shifted. He’s going...

...

He crouched. Four massive clawed arms came into view, and two piercing red eyelights stared straight into yours, a wicked grin of sharp teeth spreading across his face. His voice thrummed in your chest-

“heeeere, kitty kitty kitty.”

You didn’t even have time to scream. The only sound that escaped you was a wispy, terrified sort of squeal, he reached into the hiding place with his gigantic claws and easily dragged you out into the night, despite your kicking and thrashing. The musky smell of bonfire enveloped you. Two hands sealed tight around your upper arms, and a third came up, claws outstretched to your face- the next scream caught in your throat, and you could do nothing but draw back and squeeze your eyes shut.

...

Claws trailed over your hair. Affectionately.

You flinched, wildly, but he didn’t let you go. In fact, you felt that same hand softly trace your ears, before returning to your hair again. He let out a little sound, a purring hum in the back of his throat.

“jeez.” He said, in a warm, soft voice. “you’re freezin’.”

... He was speaking. Instead of eating you.

You peeked one eye open. His grin stretched wider- his crimson eyelights were pin sharp, but somehow, they didn't feel predatory.

“easy, tiger.” He purred. “i’m not gonna hurt you. if i wanted to eatcha, i already would’ve. you don’t exactly move quietly through the undergrowth, do ya, cutie?”

... You tried to say something. Respond to him, tell him to let you go, beg him not to hurt you. But the words just caught in your throat... his huge hands were so warm, on your arms. Everything about him was like sitting next to a campfire.

Suddenly, he lifted you like you weighed little more than a child, putting you over his shoulder. You kicked, ineffectually- but his gentle grip was completely immovable.

“L-let go!”

“no way. you’re freezin.” He started walking, taking massive strides with ease. “you wouldn’t have made it outta these woods alive in yer best state. you won’t last the night like this, will ya?”

You wanted to protest. You wanted to fight- but he was right, the cold had sapped everything out of you, leaving just a horrible dull ache behind. It’s not like escape was really any option... without him, you wouldn’t make it very far.

He patted the back of your leg, a victorious edge leaking into his tone.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. trust me- my den is real warm.”

#commissions #moth sanses au #gotta love red #the big flirt #its a great way of diffusing a situation #you think the monster is going to eat you but then he wants your number instead

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midnight-moth · 3 months

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Is anyone alive on tumblr.com … I worked real hard on this one. So please lub himb.

#yes he has glittery nail polish it’s canon #my phantom do be blind and do have a very big scar #he didn’t have the white hair thing but the fandom made that canon so he got it #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #the band ghost fanart #nameless ghouls #quintessence ghoul #won’t lie if this flops I will cry a lot #midnight moth draws

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kezzzx · 3 months

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Hey there, thanks for playing! This one features the other crows a bit more, so I hope you like it!

17. holding the other's chin up

Wylan’s heart is still hammering by the time he makes it to the safehouse. With a brief glance over his shoulder to check no one is looking, he slips in through the back door. He finds Nina and Kaz already there; Nina sitting at one end of the moth-eaten sofa and anxiously tapping her heel against the floor, Kaz half melted into the shadows, one eye on the window.

“Wylan!” Nina sounds exceptionally relieved as she stands and envelopes him in a hug. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Wylan shakes his head. “No, I’m fine.”

“Were you followed?” Kaz rasps.

“I don’t think so,” Wylan says. “I checked the rooftops too, like you said.”

Apparently satisfied with Wylan’s answer, Kaz returns to the window.

Wylan joins Nina on the sofa, tucking his knees up to his chest and trying to avoid the temptation to bite his nails. It’s a horrible habit, one he never really grew out of from childhood. He occupies himself instead with looking around. The safehouse is nothing more than a small, square room, with one door leading off from the main space to what Wylan presumes is some kind of bathroom.

Matthias is next to arrive, and Nina all but throws herself at him as soon as the door is shut behind him. Wylan chews his lip nervously. Every minute that Jesper isn’t here sends another drip of icy dread into his stomach. What if something awful has happened? What if he got cornered somewhere, with no one to help him?

He lifts his head when the door opens, hope flaring in his chest, but the figure that slinks through the door is far too small to be his boyfriend. Still, he is relieved to see another member of their crew arriving in one piece.

“Any trouble?” Kaz asks as Inej settles on one of the arms of the sofa.

Inej lowers her hood. “I was followed for a while, but I lost them.”

“You didn’t see Jesper, did you?” The question is out in the open before Wylan even makes the decision to ask it.

Inej glances at him, and her expression turns soft with understanding. “I’m afraid not. But he’ll be okay, Wylan. He knows how to handle himself.”

She smiles at him, and Wylan does his best to smile back.

They wait a while longer. Nina rummages around in one of the cupboards and digs out a tin full of almonds. They pass the tin around between them, but Wylan is too anxious to eat.

It’s just gone 12 bells, midnight, when the door to the safehouse opens and Jesper finally steps in.

Wylan barrels across the room and launches himself into Jesper’s arms. “Are you okay? Saints, I was so worried. What happened?”

“Easy, love,” Jesper says with a laugh. “I’m fine.” He presses a quick kiss to Wylan’s forehead. “I was followed and it took ages to shake them. Had to take the scenic route.”

Wylan draws in a shuddering breath and tucks himself in against the familiar warmth of Jesper’s body, face pressed into the crook of his neck. Jesper’s arms seem to wrap around him automatically as he debriefs with Kaz, detailing exactly what had happened and where he’d been.

“We’ll stay here for the night,” Kaz says.

Nina grumbles something about needing a real bed as she tries to get comfortable on the sofa, and Inej chuckles.

Wylan is still hesitant to move away from Jesper, afraid that he’ll simply disappear if he lets go. Jesper is so, so gentle as he places two fingers underneath Wylan’s chin and gently tilts it up.

Wylan feels tears pool at the corners of his eyes. “I was afraid I’d lost you,” he whispers, voice trembling.

“Oh, sunshine,” Jesper says quietly, sadly. “Not this time.”

He snatches one of the ratty cushions from the sofa, ignoring Nina’s complaint, and guides Wylan over to the other corner of the room. They curl up together on the dusty floor, Jesper’s coat thrown over them as a makeshift cover.

Wylan doesn’t think he’ll sleep, not tonight, not here, but at least he has Jesper’s arms around him.

#six of crows #shadow and bone #wesper #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #fanfiction #ao3

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rhodesrider · 4 months

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cody rhodes x black little??? she wants to try a new hobby and her daddy help her

They Come and Go…

CG!Cody R. x Black! Little! Fem!Reader

Warnings: Agere, affirmation nicknames, bugs, taking care of bugs, grief, the feeling of loss, taxidermy, again BUGS.

Minors DNI! 18+

“The beautiful hunter sees her prey, a beautiful orchid mantis sunbathing. This creature is so beautiful with their light pink hue, clearly it’s a female-“ Cody stopped the narration and looked back at the book to confirm and continue. “-Yes it’s clearly a female. Very rare in this case but the beautiful hunter knows what her limits are.” Y/N giggled and had the net ready, soon she caught it. “Daddy I got it! Did you see me?!” She squealed and giggled fixing her safari hat, “Good Job babygirl!” He smiled and helped her get the insect in the jar, made so they can have air and not try to escape. “Daddy she’s beautiful!” Y/N smiled holding the jar, Cody grabbed her books and her extra nets putting them in the box that was outside. “Ok baby, let’s get inside, give her a name and fix up her new home.” She got up fixing her hat and grabbing the jar and putting it in her wagon and going inside.

Cody later was getting some cookies together as Y/N was writing in her journal and drawing her new friend. She loved bugs including mantis, and always wanted an orchid mantis. Cody has always helped her with her insect hobby but not letting it go crazy, so having small stuff like an ant farms, a butterfly farm, and now some mantis she’s keeping. “What should we name her baby?” He asked putting her wagon away for her as she goes to wash her hands from outside. She put her safari hat on the counter and looked at the beautiful bug in the large jar. “Hello…hmmm…how about peach?” Cody chuckled some and nodded. “I think that’s perfect. You remember what peach eats?” She wanted to look in her book but Cody snatched it. “The best bug keepers have a memory as strong as a Hercules beetle.” He smirked. Y/N thought long and hard, “I know like some small butterflies and some houseflies…oh and they love crickets!” “Good job baby. Now you have any of those left from feeding the others?” She nodded getting the bowls and Cody helped putting gloves on and getting tweezers. “After we feed her we can make peach a nice place to stay and get her a lamp.” He pulled out the book again, “They love the warm and humid places.” She nodded and did so, getting started on decorating and getting dirt making sure there’s small animals in it to make sure she has a midnight snack if she needs it.

The place was ready and she carefully got Peach in. She was in awe of the creature, she was so beautiful. “Daddy, she’s amazing.” “Baby careful you don’t want Georgie and Leo jealous.” He was talking about her other mantis friends. “Go ahead and feed them too, I’ll go and get food ready.” She nodded and did so introducing each one to peach. Peach was hiding away but Y/N understood it’s a new place and she has to get use to it. She put them away and made sure the cages were closed. She went over to her moth friend and saw that she wasn’t as active.

“Daddy…” Y/N was worried. Her Luna moth was her best friend, lets her crawl on her arm and when she first arrived she helped her out her cocoon and spread her wings. Cody came in hearing the concern in his littles voice, seeing she was near her moth friend. “Hey what’s wrong with Luna?” He asked sympathizing with her, “I don’t know… she looks sick…” Y/N tried to get her to climb on her hand but she avoided it still hanging on to the spot she was resting on. “Daddy what’s wrong with her…?” Her voice started to get shaky, Cody then grabbed a moth book from her bookcase and went through pages to see what was happening. He feared the worst. “Baby when did we hatch Luna?” “She hatched like last month daddy…why what’s happening…” Cody sighed. “I’m sorry babygirl, but Luna doesn’t have that long…” Y/N shook some and looked at the still beautiful moth. “But…daddy she’s my best friend…” “I know baby I know but they only live for so long. We have to get ready for her to go. That’s just how life span works.” Y/N started to shed tears and it hurt Cody, he looked at the moth and then at Peach. “But I need for you to think of it this way, a friend has to go. But you gained a new friend today. Peach is here to keep you company and you still have George and Leo.” She nodded but was still sad about Luna. “I have an idea for Luna too, but you have to trust daddy. Ok?” Y/N always trusting Cody. But it still hurt knowing a friend would have to go soon.

After the days past, and Cody sending Luna off to a friend of his, Y/N was in black around the house upset. She looked at her safari hat remembering when she first saw Luna, as a green caterpillar, like the one in the book Cody read to her once. She made a habitat and got them in the house fast since it was going to rain. She looked through her book and found out what kind of caterpillar it was, amazed at the beautiful wings. She showed her the picture proudly, “This is what you’re going to be, when you get all big and strong!” She giggled, seeing the caterpillar was trying to climb on the wall like it was reading the book from the enclosure. Y/N informed Cody about their new friend and Cody read some on the habitat and what they like. Helping her improve in the living habits and giving more greens because Luna could eat they gave the name and it was official. Talking to her every night and soon noticing she caught Luna around the time of cocooning. She was worried at first but was there all the way being a happy moth mama. And now…she’s gone.

About two weeks later, the mail arrived and Cody smiled knocking on the door of her big room. “Babygirl I have a surprise for you.” He said coming in. She was feeding her Venus flytrap plants after she finished up with her mantis friends making sure everyone was fed. “Yes daddy?” “I know you miss Luna, so I did something for her so you two can never be apart.” He smiled handing her a box, she look it and opened it on the desk and she was in slight shock. It was Luna, only thing is she was framed. She had a single tear fall down and started to cry. “She’s still so pretty daddy..” Cody knew those were happy tears and hugged her close. Having Luna pinned was a good surprise. “Daddy thank you so much.” She sniffled and kissed his cheek. Cody put Luna on the wall over the desk and smiled as Y/N took pictures showing her friends that are also into bugs. Cody sighed happy that it worked and the plan didn’t go sideways. Happy that his little bug hunter was happy.

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #age regression #agere headcanons #cody rhodes fanfiction #wwe cody rhodes #cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader

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darknesseddiem · 14 days

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𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐳: 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝟔𝟔

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: At midnight's stroke, a phantom returns, unraveling a web of secrets. With each revelation, old scars bleed anew, casting shadows on the present.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Blood, violence, first heartbroken, mentions of death, Eddie is a little mean with Jason, jealousy.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7,6k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Reader has "Sunny" and "Raven" as nicknames

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The first time I laid eyes on Sunny, we were just wide-eyed kindergartners, navigating the chaotic playground like tiny sailors in a storm. And there she was, standing apart from the colorful swirl of children, in a strange white outfit that seemed completely out of place amidst the sea of vibrant attire. It almost resembled a prison jumpsuit, stark and out of sync with the innocence of childhood, and there, right on her chest, was a bold number: 65.

Sunny was a small, delicate creature, with an aura of timidity that seemed to envelop her like a protective cloak. She moved through the playground like a wisp of wind, darting between bushes and seeking solace behind the sturdy trunk of the grand tree that housed a wooden sanctuary in its branches. Her steps were quick, as if she feared drawing attention to herself, and her head remained bowed, as though she carried the weight of the world upon her tiny shoulders.

I often found her nestled amidst the foliage, her doe-like eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and longing. It was as if she sought refuge in the shadows, fearing the harshness of the world beyond. Yet, despite her attempts to blend into the background, her presence was a beacon to my curious gaze.

In the midst of our playful chaos, Sunny stood as a solitary figure, an enigma wrapped in innocence. And though she may have seemed fragile and elusive, there was a quiet strength that emanated from her, a resilience that belied her tender years. From that moment on, I felt drawn to unravel the mystery of the girl in the white jumpsuit, to uncover the secrets that lay hidden beneath her shy demeanor.

I found myself captivated by Sunny's presence every time we ventured outside to play, even though she belonged to a different class. There was an air of curiosity about her that drew me in, like a moth to a flame. From a distance, I observed her with a mixture of awe and fascination, admiring the delicate way she navigated the playground with her small, tentative steps.

One thing that always intrigued me was the way she interacted with the toys scattered across the playground. Her tiny hands would reach out tentatively, hesitating before making contact with the unfamiliar objects. It was as if she was encountering them for the first time, unsure of what to make of these colorful, mysterious treasures.

I watched with rapt attention as her fingers explored each toy, her expression a mixture of wonder and puzzlement. There was a certain innocence in the way she approached the world, as if every encounter was a new adventure waiting to be discovered.

Despite the distance between us, I felt a kinship with Sunny, as if we were kindred spirits navigating the vast expanse of childhood together. And though I admired her from afar, there was a part of me that longed to bridge the gap between us, to reach out and share in the enchantment of her world.

As I watched Sunny, entranced by her innocent discoveries, I found myself drawn deeper into her world. Nothing else compared to the sheer joy I felt when witnessing her eyes widen in amazement, her little mouth forming a perfect "O" of wonder as she unraveled the mysteries of the playground. It was as if each new revelation was a symphony playing out before my eyes, and I was privileged to be an audience of one.

Football, basketball, even video games—all faded into insignificance compared to the simple pleasure of observing Sunny's exploration of the world around us. The rush of euphoria that swept through me whenever I caught sight of her, the strange fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach—it was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

And then there was her hair, a cascade of soft curls tied up in playful pigtails, adorned with vibrant red ribbons that danced in the breeze. They seemed to beckon me closer, tempting me to reach out and touch the silky strands, despite knowing that such an act might startle her into flight.

Yet, even as I yearned to bridge the gap between us, I hesitated, afraid to shatter the fragile bubble of her innocence. So instead, I contented myself with watching from afar, cherishing every moment spent in her presence, and etching the memory of her beautiful hair and enchanting discoveries into the deepest recesses of my heart.

Sunny's laughter—it was a melody that echoed in the chambers of my soul, a symphony of joy that resonated within me like nothing else. Each peal of laughter was like a gift, wrapping me in warmth and sweetness, filling me with a sense of bliss that I couldn't quite put into words. I could have listened to her laughter for eternity and still hunger for more, so intoxicating was its effect on me.

The first time I heard her laugh, it was as if the world around me faded into oblivion, leaving only her and the sound of her pure, unadulterated joy. My heart raced in my chest, threatening to burst from the sheer intensity of my emotions, while my cheeks ached from the force of my smile. I watched her, spellbound, as her entire being seemed to radiate happiness, her shoulders shaking with mirth, her lips curved into a smile that lit up the entire playground. In that moment, time stood still, and it was just her and me, cocooned in our own little world of laughter and smiles.

It was then that I realized the depth of my feelings for Sunny—a love that blossomed silently within me, unfurling like the petals of a delicate flower. Though we had never exchanged a single word, she occupied every corner of my thoughts, her presence a constant source of fascination and longing. It was a love both pure and true, one that would accompany me through the passage of time, shaping the course of my life in ways I could never have imagined.

Little did I know then that this love, so innocent and all-encompassing, would eventually lead me down a path fraught with sorrow and madness. But in that moment, as I stood enraptured by the sound of Sunny's laughter, all I knew was the overwhelming joy of loving her, and the bittersweet ache of longing for something beyond my reach.

The decision to finally approach Sunny filled me with a mix of excitement and apprehension. I had seen how others' attempts to befriend her often ended in disappointment, with Sunny retreating further into her shell. But something inside me urged me to try, to break through the barrier that separated us and forge a connection with the girl who occupied my thoughts day and night.

So, on that fateful Friday morning of August 15, 2003, I made a conscious effort to prepare myself for the encounter. I rose from my bed an hour earlier than usual, determined to present myself in the best possible light. I had even enlisted the help of my mother, who carefully selected my finest attire for the occasion.

As I stood before my wardrobe, I deliberated over my choice of clothing, wanting to make the perfect impression on Sunny. In the end, I settled on my favorite t-shirt—a black masterpiece adorned with a cheerful blue dinosaur, its toothy grin stretching from ear to ear. Paired with cream-colored cargo shorts and my trusty black all-star sneakers, I felt ready to face the day ahead.

My parents observed me with bemused expressions as I paced back and forth, my excitement palpable in the air. Though they didn't fully understand the significance of my actions, their silent support buoyed my spirits, giving me the courage I needed to take that crucial step towards Sunny.

"What's going on with our little adventurer?" My father lowered the newspaper, his eyes filled with curiosity as he sipped from his mug of steaming coffee.

My mother glanced up from her morning tasks, her brow furrowed in concern. "I'm not sure, dear. He asked me to lay out his best clothes this morning, but he didn't give me any further explanation. Perhaps it's school picture day? Although, I feel like we would have received a notice about that."

My father nodded thoughtfully, setting aside his coffee mug as he folded the newspaper neatly. "You may be right, but something tells me it's more than just picture day. Our boy has been acting rather... determined lately."

With a reassuring pat on my mother's shoulder, he rose from his chair and made his way towards my room. His steps were measured, his mind undoubtedly racing with questions and speculations about my sudden burst of initiative.

As I sat on the bench in front of the bathroom mirror, my father entered, his presence filling the room with warmth and reassurance. He watched me with a bemused expression as I carefully applied a dab of his aftershave to my cheeks, a gesture meant to make me feel grown-up and confident.

"Isn't that aftershave a bit too mature for you?" he quipped, leaning casually against the door frame.

I shook my head emphatically. "No, Dad. I need to be perfect today. Nothing can go wrong."

He chuckled at my earnestness. "And what's so important today? Are you meeting the president or something?"

I grinned at his joke, but my mind was already consumed with thoughts of Sunny. "No, Dad. It's someone much more important than the president."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh, really? And who might that be?"

I beamed at him, unable to contain my excitement. "Sunny, Dad!"

Understanding dawned in his eyes as he remembered my infatuation with the mysterious girl from school. "Ah, of course. How could I forget?"

With renewed determination, I finished combing my hair and bounded off the bench, eager to face the day ahead. As I hurried past my father, he smiled at my enthusiasm, a silent source of encouragement in my quest to finally speak to Sunny.

In the kitchen, my mother had transitioned from her morning coffee to washing dishes, her melodic humming filling the room. I stopped beside her, striking my best pose in an attempt to impress.

"Wow, Jace! You look absolutely handsome," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with maternal pride.

I couldn't help but voice my concerns about my choice of attire. "Do you think Sunny will like my t-shirt? Isn't it too scary for her?"

Her gentle touch and reassuring words melted away my worries. "I think she'll love it, sweetheart."

With a quick glance at the clock, I realized that time was slipping away. Hastily grabbing my backpack, I dashed upstairs, calling out to my father that we were running late. Racing back downstairs, I passed him at the door, his laughter following me out into the bright morning sunlight. Today was the day—nothing could dampen my spirits as I embarked on my mission to finally speak to Sunny.

As we drove to school in my father's BMW, the atmosphere in the car was serene, save for the soft background music playing on the radio. My father hummed along to the familiar tune, the lyrics weaving a subtle irony into the fabric of the day.

"Get up, come on, why're you scared? You'll never change what's been and gone…" The words of the song seemed to echo in the confines of the car, their meaning lingering in the air like a premonition of things to come.

Little did I know that this day would mark not only my first attempt at reaching out to Sunny but also the unveiling of two profound truths: the sting of heartbreak and an unexpected aversion to blue dinosaurs.

As we pulled up to the school gates, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the momentous encounter that awaited me. Despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach, I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination coursing through my veins.

Disappointment weighed heavily on my shoulders as I entered the familiar hallway, scanning the faces of the children bustling around me, but finding no sign of Sunny. With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to my father, masking my disappointment with a forced smile, just as I did every morning.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to my classroom and stepped inside, greeted by the familiar sight of the light blue walls adorned with colorful decorations. Alphabet letters danced across the walls, while oversized pencils and whimsical drawings added a touch of whimsy to the room.

I quickly made my way to my usual seat near the door, positioning myself strategically to have the best view of the entrance. My heart raced with anticipation, each passing moment stretching into eternity as I waited anxiously for Sunny's arrival.

"Psi, Jason!" The soft voice, like a gentle breeze, drew my attention from the swirl of thoughts in my mind. I turned, my eyes widening slightly, curiosity piqued by the unexpected interruption.

It was Chrissy, her blonde locks cascading in gentle waves around her delicate features, her blue eyes sparkling with warmth and sincerity. From the very first day of school, she had been a beacon of kindness and friendship in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

"Yes? You called me?" My voice carried a note of curiosity as I met her gaze, my eyebrows raised in anticipation of her words.

Chrissy's cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink as she nervously twirled a lock of hair around her finger, her gaze momentarily dropping to the floor. "I just... I just wanted to say that I really liked your shirt. I love dinosaurs." Her words tumbled out in a soft rush, tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

A grin spread across my face at her compliment, excitement bubbling within me like a fizzy soda. "You think? It's my favorite outfit! My mom gave it to me for my fifth birthday. It’s a limited edition from the triceratops family collection!" I exclaimed eagerly, thrilled to discover a shared passion for dinosaurs with Chrissy.

"Yes! I have the same shirt but in the pink version. It’s my favorite too!" Chrissy's voice rose in enthusiasm, the two of us now engrossed in animated conversation, our words echoing through the hallway for all to hear.

But amidst our laughter and chatter, a familiar sound pierced through the air like a beacon in the night—an unmistakable laugh that sent shivers down my spine.

I paused mid-sentence, my heart skipping a beat as I recognized that laugh, a melody etched into the deepest recesses of my memory. That laugh...

As I turned towards the door, my heart sank like a stone plummeting into the depths of the ocean. There she was—Sunny, my elusive muse, entering her classroom. But this time, she wasn't alone. My heart clenched painfully as I watched her hand entwined with that of a stranger—a boy I had never seen before.

A surge of emotions washed over me, the bitterness of disappointment mingling with the sting of jealousy. My eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, my mouth twisting into a sad grimace as I struggled to make sense of the scene unfolding before me.

The boy by Sunny's side was a stark contrast to her delicate frame. Taller, slender, with a shaven head reminiscent of army soldiers, he exuded an aura of mystery that unsettled me. His pale skin seemed to glow against the backdrop of his all-black attire, a stark contrast to Sunny's innocence and vibrancy.

Who was he? Why was he here, holding Sunny's hand as if he had every right to be by her side? These questions gnawed at the edges of my mind, fueling the flames of resentment that threatened to consume me.

In that moment, I realized with a pang of despair that my hopes of approaching Sunny had been dashed. The presence of this unknown boy cast a shadow over my aspirations, leaving me feeling powerless and insignificant in his wake.

I didn't know who he was, and frankly, I didn't care. All I knew was that I didn't like him—not one bit.

As the mysterious boy turned to leave, my gaze lingered on him, fixating on the Jurassic Park logo emblazoned boldly across his shirt. The sight of the iconic dinosaur figure rendered with such realism sent a shiver down my spine, but it seemed to captivate Sunny rather than repel her. I watched in fascination as she poked the boy and engaged him in conversation about his shirt, her curiosity shining through despite the presence of the intimidating dinosaur imagery.

Lost in contemplation, I followed the boy's departure with a mixture of confusion and intrigue, my mind swirling with unanswered questions. Who was he? What was his connection to Sunny? And why did his presence evoke such conflicting emotions within me?

But as he vanished from sight, my attention was abruptly drawn back to the doorway where Sunny stood, her gaze fixed on me with a startling intensity. Caught off guard by her unwavering stare, I felt a jolt of nervousness shoot through me, my pulse quickening in response.

Summoning all the courage I could muster, I took a deep breath and offered her my best smile, hoping to convey the warmth and sincerity of my feelings. To my surprise and delight, Sunny returned the gesture, her own smile lighting up her face in a way I had never seen before.

In that fleeting moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us locked in a silent exchange of understanding and connection. It was the first time she had smiled at me, and in that precious instant, all thoughts of the mysterious boy vanished from my mind, replaced by the overwhelming joy of her acceptance.

Unbeknownst to me, Chrissy's expression had shifted, her features contorted into a mask of sadness as she observed the exchange between Sunny and me. But in the blissful oblivion of that moment, I remained oblivious to her silent turmoil, my focus consumed entirely by the radiant presence of the girl who had captured my heart.

With my smile firmly plastered on my face, I navigated through the remaining classes, the anticipation of snack time and playground adventures propelling me forward with a sense of eager anticipation. Time seemed to both crawl and fly simultaneously, each passing moment bringing me closer to the opportunity I had been waiting for.

As the bell rang signaling snack time, my heart raced with nervous excitement. This was it—the moment I had been preparing for, the chance to finally speak to Sunny without the distractions of the classroom.

With trembling hands, I discreetly wiped away the sweat that had gathered on my palms, my nerves betraying the calm facade I tried to maintain. I made a conscious effort to eat quickly, barely chewing my food in my eagerness to make the most of our time at the playground.

As I rose from my seat and deposited my tray in the metal dispenser, my mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. I was so focused on my goal that I barely registered the familiar surroundings of the cafeteria, my senses honed in on the singular objective of reaching Sunny.

With determined strides, I made my way towards the playground, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for her familiar figure. And then, like a beacon in the distance, I spotted her—a solitary figure crouched in the sandbox, lost in her own world of play.

My breath caught in my throat as I approached, the weight of anticipation settling heavily on my shoulders. This was it—the moment of truth. With each step closer to Sunny, my resolve strengthened, fueled by the unshakeable belief that this encounter would mark the beginning of something extraordinary.

As I approached Sunny with hesitant steps, my heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the magnitude of the moment. This was my chance to finally bridge the gap between us, to break through the barriers that had kept us apart for so long.

"Hey…" I began, my voice trembling with nervousness. "Hey!"

But my attempt at initiating conversation seemed to startle her, her eyes widening in fear as she recoiled, darting away from me like a frightened deer. Panic surged through me as I watched her retreat, my heart sinking with each step she took.

"No, no, it's okay!" I called after her, desperation lacing my words as I reached out in a futile attempt to reassure her. "I just want to be your friend!"

But my words fell on deaf ears as Sunny continued to move away, her pace quickening with each passing moment. Without thinking, I found myself following after her, driven by a sense of determination to make her understand.

"Wait!" I cried out, my voice carrying with it a note of urgency that only seemed to further alarm her. "I just want to talk to you! Stop running from me!"

But my efforts were in vain, for as I closed in on her, a sudden impact rocked me to my core, sending me crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. Pain radiated through my chest as my head collided with something hard, the world spinning in a dizzying blur as I struggled to make sense of what had just happened.

Slowly, the fog of confusion lifted, and I realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone—or something—had knocked me to the ground. As I blinked away the disorientation, I found myself face to face with the unexpected assailant, their presence looming over me like a shadow in the dim light of the playground.

"Teddy!" Sunny's voice reached me, trembling with concern, but it sounded distant, as if coming from another world. I struggled to focus through the haze of pain that enveloped me.

"Hey Raven, did he hurt you?" Another voice, unfamiliar yet boyish, pierced the fog, adding to the disorienting cacophony that surrounded me.

Gingerly, I lowered myself to the ground, cradling the back of my head where the pain throbbed relentlessly. As my hand came away wet with blood, panic surged within me, mingling with the ache of betrayal that gnawed at my heart.

With trembling hands, I wiped away the dirt, sand, and mud that clung to my clothes, my gaze flickering anxiously towards Sunny. But my heart sank as I witnessed her seeking solace in the arms of the mysterious boy, his pale arms wrapped protectively around her as he pressed a kiss to her hair.

A wave of despair washed over me as I realized the depth of my mistake. I had frightened Sunny so much that this boy felt compelled to intervene, his presence a stark reminder of my failure to connect with her. What had I done to deserve such rejection?

Tears welled in my eyes as I turned away, the weight of disappointment heavy upon my shoulders. With a heavy heart, I made to retreat back inside, to nurse my wounds in solitude and lick my wounds in private.

But before I could take a single step, his voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and angry. It was a voice that brooked no argument, demanding my attention and holding me in place with its forceful command.

"Hey you!" His voice boomed, cutting through the air like a thunderclap. My heart pounded in my chest, fear coursing through my veins like a river in flood. The boy, towering over me with a presence that seemed to dwarf the playground itself, strode purposefully towards me, his expression twisted with anger.

My throat tightened as he stood before me, his gaze piercing through me like a dagger. I felt small and insignificant in his presence, a mere speck compared to his imposing stature.

“What do you think you’re doing? Do you think it’s funny to scare others like that?” His words were sharp, his tone laced with venom as he glared at me with undisguised hostility.

"I was just—" I began, but my words faltered as his hand shot out, wrapping around my neck with a vice-like grip. Panic surged through me, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled against his grasp.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. "If I see you near Raven again, I swear I will beat you until you turn inside out." With a forceful shove, he released me, sending me stumbling backwards, my head swimming with a whirlwind of emotions.

As he turned to walk away, a final taunt laced with cruelty cut through the air like a knife. "And one more thing…" he sneered, his words dripping with disdain. "She thought your shirt was ridiculous. See if you grow up a little and stop being such a big baby."

With that, he disappeared into the distance, leaving me standing alone in the playground, tears streaming down my cheeks unchecked. In that moment of solitude, I allowed myself to surrender to the overwhelming tide of sadness and despair that threatened to consume me.

I cried for scaring Sunny, for the humiliation of being confronted by the boy, and for the crushing realization that I could never be the person she needed. But most of all, I cried for the painful truth that I would never be able to erase the image of her in his arms, finding solace and protection in the embrace of another.

"Jason!" The voice pierced through the fog of my despair, but I brushed it aside, too lost in my own misery to respond. Yet, the hands that gently lifted my tear-stained face demanded my attention, and when I looked up, I found Chrissy's concerned gaze fixed upon me.

"My God, what happened to you?" Her voice was filled with worry, her blue eyes reflecting the concern that tugged at my heartstrings.

"I fell, that's all," I murmured quietly, my voice barely audible above the tumult of emotions swirling within me.

Without hesitation, Chrissy took charge, her small hands guiding me with gentle determination towards the infirmary. With each step, her presence offered a glimmer of solace amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

As we entered the infirmary, Chrissy explained the situation to the old lady who worked there, her voice steady and reassuring. The nurse's diagnosis was grim, her words a sobering reminder of the extent of my injuries.

"You hurt yourself badly, darling," she murmured as she tended to my wound, her touch gentle yet firm. "We'll have to call your parents to come pick you up."

Alone once more, Chrissy's presence was a beacon of comfort in the midst of my turmoil. But when her fingers brushed against the tender spot above the shirt where I had received the impact, a surge of anger flared within me, fueled by the pain of rejection and humiliation.

"It's just a stupid shirt!" I snapped, my words laced with bitterness and frustration. "Why don't you grow up and stop being a big baby?"

The hurt in Chrissy's eyes mirrored the pain in my own heart as tears welled up, threatening to spill over. In that moment of recklessness, I lashed out, heedless of the damage my words inflicted upon her fragile spirit.

With a heavy heart, I turned away and stormed out of the infirmary, leaving Chrissy alone with her tears and my cruel words echoing in the silence. It was a moment of regret and remorse, a harsh reminder of the consequences of my own shortcomings.

As my father's car pulled up, I felt a mix of relief and resignation wash over me. Climbing into the passenger seat, I settled in with a heavy heart, the weight of the day's events pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket.

As we drove home, my father attempted to breach the silence with words of comfort and reassurance, but I shut him down before he could even begin.

"Son—"

"No!" I interjected, my voice sharp with emotion. "I don't want to talk about it, Dad. Just take me home... Please."

With that, I retreated into myself, curling up in the car seat and staring out of the window with vacant eyes. The passing houses and buildings blurred into a monotonous stream of scenery, each one a reminder of the world I longed to escape.

In the background, the radio played softly, tuned to my father's favorite station. A familiar song drifted through the speakers, its melancholic melody weaving through the air like a bittersweet lament.

"Take what you need, and be on your way," the lyrics crooned, their haunting refrain echoing the ache in my heart. "And stop crying your heart out…"

The words resonated within me, their poignant message a poignant reminder that sometimes, in the face of adversity, all we can do is pick ourselves up and move forward. But in that moment, as tears threatened to spill from my eyes once more, it felt like an impossible task.

As the words cut through the air, your world seemed to halt. "Hello, Sunny. Did you miss me?" The voice, once familiar yet now a haunting echo from the past, pierced through your every defense, leaving you frozen in place.

Your breath caught in your throat, and a wave of unease washed over you, threatening to pull you under. It couldn't be him, could it? But as you turned to face the source of the voice, there he stood, Jason, resolute and unchanged despite the passage of time.

His presence was like a specter from a bygone era, stirring up memories you had long tried to suppress. His blonde hair impeccably styled, his sharp suit a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you. And those piercing blue eyes, once a source of comfort, now sent shivers down your spine.

Clouded by a flood of emotions, you struggled to find your voice. "What... what are you doing here?" Your words wavered, barely audible over the rushing of blood in your ears. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as the weight of the past bore down upon you once more, a heavy burden you had hoped to escape.

Jason's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laden with a weight you couldn't bear. "You are more beautiful than the day I thought I lost you…" His gaze bore into you, filled with a mixture of sadness and longing that mirrored the turmoil within your own soul.

Your throat tightened at his words, a flood of memories threatening to overwhelm you. The pain of your past, the secrets you carried like burdens in your heart, all came rushing back with a force that left you reeling.

Hawkins. The mere mention of the town sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of all that you had lost and all that you had left behind. You had fled Hawkins for a reason, a reason buried deep within the recesses of your mind, locked away like a forbidden treasure.

But even as you tried to push the memories away, they clawed at the edges of your consciousness, threatening to break free and consume you whole. The darkness of your secret weighed heavy on your soul, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering you had endured.

And yet, despite it all, Jason stood before you, unaware of the true reason for your departure. His words were a painful reminder of all that you had lost, and all that you had left behind. But even as his gaze searched yours for answers, you knew that some secrets were better left buried in the depths of the abyss, forever hidden from prying eyes.

"And to think that I stood against an entire city for you, so that in the end you did what? Stab me in the back and disappear into the world, leaving me in that hell of a city wondering if I would ever find you or… Or your remains." His words hit you like a blow to the chest, knocking the breath from your lungs and leaving you reeling.

The accusation in his voice was like a dagger to your heart, each word dripping with resentment and betrayal. You could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on you, suffocating you with its intensity.

Memories flooded back with a vengeance, each one more painful than the last. The choices you had made, the lies you had told, all of it coming back to haunt you in this moment of reckoning.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the words to respond, to explain the inexplicable. But what could you say? How could you justify your actions when even you couldn't make sense of them?

His words echoed in your mind, a relentless refrain that tore at your very soul. You had hurt him, betrayed him, and now you were faced with the consequences of your actions.

As his voice trailed off, the silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the echoes of your own regrets.

"Why are you here?" Your words cut through the tension like a knife, each syllable dripping with the weight of your pain and disillusionment. You made no effort to hide the raw emotion that simmered beneath the surface, letting it spill forth unchecked.

Jason's gaze hardened at the coldness in your tone, his expression a mask of resentment and hurt. The question seemed to strike a nerve, dredging up memories and emotions that neither of you were prepared to confront.

For a moment, silence hung heavy between you, thick with the weight of unspoken words and forgotten moments. The air crackled with tension, each heartbeat echoing the ache of betrayal and abandonment that lingered between you.

In that fleeting moment, you were both prisoners of your own pain, trapped in a web of unresolved feelings and unspoken truths. One heart stabbed by betrayal, the other burdened by the weight of secrets and unvoiced emotions.

As you locked eyes with Jason, the silence stretched on, a testament to the gulf that had formed between you. And in that silent exchange, you both knew that some wounds ran too deep to ever truly heal.

"Why are you here, Jason?" Your voice trembled with a mixture of disbelief and desperation, the words hanging heavy in the air between you.

Jason's gaze faltered, his eyes dropping to his shoes as if unable to meet your accusing stare. Despite the facade of indifference he tried to maintain, the pain etched into the lines of his face betrayed the turmoil within.

"Don't you know? He asked for you." His voice was tinged with bitterness, a hint of disgust lacing his words.

The weight of his revelation crashed over you like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf you in its icy embrace. Your knees buckled beneath you, sending you crashing to the ground, but Carver's strong arms caught you before you could fully succumb to the cold, unforgiving floor.

As he held you close, murmuring words of comfort that fell on deaf ears, you felt as if the world around you had faded into nothingness, leaving only the echoes of Jason's words ringing in your ears.

"No... He-he no... dead, I saw... I saw him..." Your voice was barely a whisper, choked with tears and the weight of memories too painful to bear.

In that moment, the horrors of the past came crashing back with a vengeance, the flames of the hospital fire licking at the edges of your consciousness. You could still feel the heat against your skin, smell the acrid smoke as it filled your lungs, and hear the screams of those trapped within.

But amidst the chaos and despair, there was one face burned into your memory, one name etched into your soul. And as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks, you realized that some wounds never truly heal, and some losses are too great to ever be forgotten.

As you lay cradled in Jason's arms, the memories of that fateful day flooded back with a vengeance, each detail etched into your mind with painful clarity. The chaos of the hospital engulfed in flames, the scent of smoke choking the air, the anguished cries of those trapped within.

But amidst the devastation, there was one image that burned brighter than all the rest. The sight of him, lying motionless amidst the wreckage, his life snuffed out in an instant, his presence now just a ghost haunting your memories. The fire took away the sweetest human you knew.

Jason's embrace offered a fleeting sense of solace amidst the storm of emotions raging within you. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if to shield you from the pain that threatened to consume you whole.

Yet, even as you sought refuge in his embrace, you knew that things could never be the same again. The bond that once held you together had been shattered by the cruel hand of fate, leaving only the bitter taste of loss in its wake.

As Jason looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and regret, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow deep within your heart. For in that moment, you both knew that the love you once shared could never be reclaimed, lost forever to the ashes of the past.

"He was never dead…" Jason's words hung heavy in the air, a revelation that sent shockwaves through your already shattered world. The disbelief in your eyes mirrored the tumultuous storm raging within your heart.

As he continued, explaining the unthinkable truth, you felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over you. How could they have kept such a secret from you? How could they have allowed him to escape justice, to evade the consequences of his actions?

"How? How did they do this without telling anyone?" Your voice trembled with fury, your fists clenched at your sides as you struggled to contain the rising tide of emotion threatening to consume you.

"It was supposed to be a secret operation, we didn't want to—" Jason's words faltered as you abruptly rose from his lap, unable to bear the weight of his revelation any longer. The truth was a bitter pill to swallow, and the knowledge that he had been complicit in keeping it from you only fueled the fire burning within.

In that moment, the bond that had once held you together seemed to splinter and fracture irreparably, leaving only a gaping chasm of betrayal in its wake. As you turned away from him, your heart heavy with the weight of his words, you knew that things could never be the same again.

"We? What do you mean 'we'? Don't tell me that you are now one of them." Your words were laced with accusation and disbelief, each syllable a sharp arrow piercing through the fragile remnants of trust that still lingered between you.

Jason's expression darkened at your accusations, his features contorted with a mixture of frustration and anger. "Don't you dare judge me," he shot back, his voice rising in defiance. "You think you know everything, but you have no idea what I've been through, what I've had to do."

But your anger was relentless, fueled by years of pent-up resentment and betrayal. "You're so hypocritical, Jason," you spat, your voice dripping with contempt. "Always criticized your father and his work, and look at what you've become! One of those disgusting pigs."

The words hung heavy in the air between you, a testament to the rift that had formed between you. And as Jason's anger boiled over, he lashed out with words of his own, each one a dagger aimed at the heart of your fractured relationship.

The exchange was heated, emotions running high as the wounds of the past were reopened with a vengeance. And in that moment of bitter confrontation, you both realized that the bond that once held you together had been irrevocably shattered, leaving only the bitter taste of regret in its wake.

"Don't act like you can judge me after what you did to me!" His voice reverberated with raw emotion, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of fury and sorrow. You watched helplessly as tears welled up in his eyes, mirroring the torrent of emotions raging within your own soul.

The intensity of Jason's words hit you like a freight train, each syllable a painful reminder of the agony and despair he had endured in your absence. As he lashed out in anger and anguish, you felt a pang of guilt pierce your heart, realizing the depth of the pain you had inflicted upon him.

In that moment, the weight of his suffering bore down upon you like a crushing weight, the realization of the pain you had caused him leaving you utterly devastated. The memory of the countless nights he had spent alone, mourning the loss of his beloved Sunny, haunted you like a ghost from the past.

"How I wish it was me in your place..." His words hung in the air, heavy with regret and longing. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces as he spoke of the depth of his despair, his anguish etched into every line of his face.

And then, as he pointed a trembling finger at your face, you felt the sting of his accusation pierce your soul. The weight of his gaze bore down upon you, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that threatened to consume you whole.

"You left me, made me believe that you were dead, and when I get here you treat me so coldly, and you still cry for that criminal?" Jason's voice was eerily calm, belying the storm of emotions raging within him. His words cut through the air like a knife, each syllable laden with accusation and betrayal.

You felt the weight of his words pressing down upon you, the guilt of your actions threatening to suffocate you. How could you explain to him the years of torment and suffering you had endured in his absence? How could you make him understand the depths of your grief and the tangled web of emotions that still bound you to the past?

As he questioned your loyalty and your identity, you felt a surge of anger and defiance rise within you. "Who the hell are you and what did you do to my Sunny?" His words echoed in your mind, a haunting reminder of the shattered pieces of your past that lay scattered at your feet.

"By the way, how did you find me here?" Your voice carried a mix of disbelief and curiosity, punctuated by the sharp edges of your words. "I cleared all the records with my name, made a new identity. It would have taken you at least ten years to find me without any information about me.”

As the silence stretched between you, Jason's laughter shattered the fragile calm. It rang out in the room, a discordant symphony of amusement and anguish, echoing off the walls and reverberating in your ears. His shoulders shook with the force of his mirth, his head thrown back in unrestrained laughter.

You watched him, your heart heavy with confusion and concern. His laughter seemed to carry a weight of its own, a burden too heavy for him to bear alone. And when his laughter finally subsided, you saw the tears glistening in his eyes, a silent testament to the pain that lay beneath the surface.

When he looked at you again, his gaze was intense, his eyes red-rimmed and brimming with unshed tears. It was a look you had never seen on him before, a vulnerability that pierced through the facade of strength he had always projected.

"He always knew where you were, that bastard always knew you were alive and where you were hiding all this time." His words were laced with bitterness, his smile broken and fragile.

All the blood in your body seemed to freeze at that moment, and your vision became fuzzy. He knew, he knew, he knew, he knew, he knew, he knew... The words echoed in your mind like a sinister bell tolling a terrible truth. You looked at the blonde boy in front of you as if he were insane, shaking your head in denial.

It couldn't be true. It couldn't be possible. But still, the sense of panic began to spread through you like a raging fire, consuming all your certainties and leaving only agonizing doubt.

Your eyes widened as the boy continued to stare at you, his gaze piercing like a sharp blade cutting through your defenses. You wanted to scream, to deny everything, but the words were caught in your throat, suffocated by the crushing weight of the truth that threatened to shatter your existence.

"No... It can't be," you whispered, your voice trembling and desperate.

"You have to come with me, by order of the F.B.I.," he declared, flashing his badge. "Eddie Munson wishes to see you before his final trial and as a witness for his heinous crimes."

At that moment, you felt your secret slipping through your fingers like sand. There was no other way around it. You would have to confront the ghosts of the past, welcome them with open arms, and pray that they wouldn't stab you in the back. The weight of your past actions bore down on you like a leaden burden, threatening to crush you under its unforgiving weight. But you knew there was no escaping it now. With a heavy heart and a resigned sigh, you nodded silently, steeling yourself for the tumultuous journey ahead.

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