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๐ฆ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž.

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โŠน pairing: morpheus x reader

โŠน summary: only expecting to meet up with hob, morpheus ends up meeting someone else

โŠน warnings: none

โŠน word count: 799

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morpheus follows the red arrow painted on the wall.

he is already late for his meetingโ€”by a century and a few decadesโ€”though none of it his fault. but their last fight and his abrupt leaving of hob in the rain in 1889โ€”that, perhaps, was his. but he takes the red direction as a good sign and follow it until it leads him to an inn across the street, appropriately called "the new inn." he doesn't think it's very creative, but he doesn't say anything. he simply walks in.

his eyes first scan over the people sitting on the tables, then those ordering drinks at the bar. he keeps looking until his eyes spot a man at the far corner in a brown jacket scribbling away, a glass of beer half-drunk to his right. when he stops beside his table, the man finally looks up, an amicable glint in his brown eyes as he recognizes him. his smile comes quick after that, reassuring morpheus that he was in fact not angry.

"you're late," hob gadling says.

morpheus chuckles. "it seems i owe you an apology. i've always heard it impolite to keep one's friends waiting."

hob's smile widens. morpheus takes that as a good sign and he claims the seatโ€”his seatโ€”in front of hob.

"so, my friend," morpheus begins, smiling. "how has your life been?"

hob takes a deep breath before launching into all that has happened since they last saw each other. and like the first time hob talked about his life, hob maintains his appreciation for his immortality, his eagerness to keep living, and his excitement for the future, no matter what he went and will go through. morpheus listens quietly, like always, and even asks a question or two and makes several comments to show he is enjoying the conversation.

โ€œiโ€™ve made a new friend, too,โ€ hob says before he takes the last sip of his drink. โ€œsheโ€™s coming here, actually. i didnโ€™t know you were showing up today, so i already had plans.โ€

โ€œthen i shall take my leave.โ€

โ€œoh, no! you should stay for a little bit and meet her.โ€

โ€œi think our meeting has been enoughโ€”โ€

โ€œbut, sheโ€™s already here. y/n!โ€

morpheus turns as he stands, and suddenly he is facing you. you are looking up at him curiously, head tilted slightly to the left in an endearing way. your hair is in a low bun, front strands free and framing your cheeks that makes his hands itch to brush behind your ear. you are pretty, of course, enough to make the men and women passing by to take a second look at you, but itโ€™s the way youโ€™re looking at him, a complete stranger who has always looked scary to others, unafraid and innocently curious, that makes morpheus stop.

then you blink and you smile. it's the kind of smile reserved for strangers who you wished weren't one. it pushes your cheeks up, making the growing pink flush on them more noticeable to his eyes.

โ€œhello,โ€ you say. your voice is gentleโ€”the gentlest anyone has spoken to morpheus in a centuryโ€”and he is surprised at how he has to put a hand on the table to keep his knees from buckling.

โ€œah. this is y/n. y/n, this is...an old friend of mine.โ€

morpheus turns back to hob. โ€œI think i should like a drink, now.โ€

hob looks at him with confusion. in all their meetings, hob had always set out food for him and he had never touched it. โ€œyouโ€”โ€

morpheus looks pointedly at his empty glass. โ€œand i think you need some more too.โ€

โ€œif youโ€™re getting this round, hob, then iโ€™d like one too,โ€ you add, glancing at morpheus with a teasing glint in your eyes to say you were in on his game.

morpheus canโ€™t help but look at you pleased and a bit amused.

โ€œyouโ€”โ€ hob starts.

โ€œquickly, hob! before a line forms.โ€ you pull hob out of his seat and gently shove him in the barโ€™s direction.

โ€œhe's known her for five seconds and he's already given her his name,โ€ hob mutters as he walks to the bar. โ€œnot to mention making me buy her a drink.โ€

you slide into hobโ€™s seat with a chuckle. โ€œi didnโ€™t get your name,โ€ you say.

morpheus glances at hob, his friend for several centuries who still knew nothing about morpheus, not even his name. Then he thinks about lucienne who, if present, would introduce him by his many formal titles.

but to you, with your lively eyes, pretty smile, and the faint pink on your cheeks that he has already grown to like and which he thinks heโ€™ll like even more if he was the cause of it, he simply says, โ€œmorpheus. call me morpheus.โ€

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๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—†๐–บ๐—€๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐–ป ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—Ž๐—Œ? ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—. ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–พ๐—‰๐—‚๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‰? ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ.

๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง!

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๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ค | ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐ ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐œ.

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โŠน pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

โŠน summary: the inevitability of being in a relationship with a popular kpop idol

โŠน tags: idol!jungkook, author!reader, secret relationship, fanboy jungkook, female reader, established relationship

โŠน warnings: fluff with swearing

โŠน word count: 1563

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you always knew it was going to happen

and not just because both of you were ready to announce it. you always knew your relationship was going to get leaked because of who jungkook was and because of who you were. your status as an author wasn't as popular as that of a kpop idol, but being a famous author meant you weren't as obscure as you'd like. there were photos and videos of you on the internet which others could digest to learn about you

you had come to terms with it when you answered jungkook's question to be his girlfriend. this was simply one of the requirements to date a member of bts. being in a secret relationship was as beneficial for him as for you. and you never really minded. as an author, you wanted an obscure life. sharing your relationship to the world wasn't an integral part of your relationship

the plot twist of it all was that it would end up being your boyfriend himself who leaked your relationship

you would think that jeon jungkook, member of bts since he was fifteen, would be used to keeping aspects of his life well hidden from the camera. that he, of all people, would be used to it. and honestly, he thought that of himself too

until he met you

turns out, he didn't like the secret aspect of your relationship that much. and when jungkook doesn't like something, he doesn't put much effort into it

he starts dropping the most obvious hints. everyone already knows that he was a fan of your workโ€”that in itself already broke headlines since jungkook had always admitted to not being much of a readerโ€”but he starts to praise you on every social media outlet he has. arms on vlive, instagram, twitter, and weverse are now subjected to his praises of your work and you as an author

of course, some fans will defend him by saying he's just being a fan and should be allowed to express interest in someone without being shipped. and he is a fan. but he's also in love with you. and the smile on his face that pops up whenever he talks about you becomes the biggest evidence that he has feelings for you

on vlive, to an audience of ten million people, he makes the "mistake" of showing his phone to the camera to show the time and also reveals you as his lockscreen. not just that, but the picture he has of you is one no one has seen before (yes, the internet went digging through it and confirmed his lockscreen was the only one. cue some of your readers asking him for that picture.) he has the audacity to act all baffled in front of the camera and don't comment on it. but you're there behind the camera when this happens, and he looks at you with a shit-eating grin as you glower at him

then its revealed this man has a fan page (the magic of army and the internet). you might be an author, but he's a kpop idol, and he's only knows how to be a kpop fan. that picture he has of you as his lock screen? he uploaded it. not all the pictures are privately, of course. some are from public events that he took of you from backstage. but the pictures are up for all to see, much to your incredulousness

he shows his bookshelf once. because he doesn't actually read anything but your book, it's basically just a shrine dedicated to you. he has each version of your book. though he read the korean translated version of your book first, he does own the english version and uses that to study and learn english. (expect him to say your lines to you as that's what he learned.) and let's not get started on him making fan art

you are much better at hiding your relationship. in fact, you give nothing away, and this annoys jungkook a little bit. how could you not mention him in your every sentence? you were dating, weren't you?

the next time you do a live video where you answer questions from your readers, he purposefully texts you. the first time, it was innocent and encouraging, which makes you blush and grow pink as you grow aware that he's watching you

the next time he texts you, it's explicit. this time, you're flustered and turn red. you reader picks up on it your reactions and ask you what you read and who it was. you stumble and say, "it's myโ€”" but stop immediately. you clear your throat and say no one before tossing your phone to the side, much to jungkook's glee on the other side of the live

his public admiration for your work obviously starts to have an impact on your own image. during an interview for your upcoming book, you're caught off guard when the interviewer suddenly asks you for your favourite bts member. it's known that you were an army, of course, so you don't think much of it. you name your bias, which happens to not be jungkookk

jungkook explodes. he posts a video of him reacting to it and acting heartbroken

then the internet explodes. memes are made of his reaction, and more attention is thrown in your direction. questions are asked if you were aware of having captured jungkook's attention.

enter whiny jungkook era

he whines about not being able to show off anything about your relationship (as if he's already been doing a good job.) to appease him, you concede and allow both of you to publicly show a couple accessory. you didn't think he would be the type to want couple accessories and you hoped he'd shoot it down, but this man was fucking thrilled. (you should have known, considering how many accessories he wears). you said something low-key and could be brushed off as coincidental if even noticed

you suggest a ring. a simple band with each other's name or birthday engraved on the inside

he suggests a necklace with your letter hanging from his and his letter hanging from yours. (you smack him for that.)

its what you give him as a birthday present that you find your solution. with him being an idol from korea and you a writer from your country, you're in a long distance relationship for most of the year. not only are you physically separated, but there's a time difference as well

that's why you buy him a pair of watches that are able to display dual time zones. on his watch: korea and your country. on yours: your country and korea. it's perfect as its both a couple accessory but also functional. he does pout at not thinking of it first and you had to pay for it, but you brush it off with a kiss on his cheek and whispering to him, happy birthday

then it happens

the two of you are spotted for the first time

and it's all jungkook's fault

of course people were going to see you two together. he went to your fucking book launch. he stood in line to get his book signed with nothing but a cap that didn't hide his distinguishable jawline, his iconic smile, and his lip piercing

jungkook even brought one of those huge-ass fan cameras and took pictures of you the whole time. as this was a book signing and not a kpop meet and greet, he became very obvious and attracted everyone's attention. when you read the first chapter of your book out loud, he clapped the loudest and even shouted your name. (just be glad he didn't start a fanchant)

"i'm a big fan," he says with a shit-eating grin when it's his turn as you smile murderously at him

when the event is over, you hit him on the arm repeatedly. he only gets you to stop when he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him, chest to chest. he looks down at you with a pout and admits the truth you already know: he doesn't want to hide your relationship anymore

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"I ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ," ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—†๐—‚๐—๐—Œ. T๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—-๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–บ๐—„๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ. T๐—๐–บ๐—'๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‡'๐— ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—Ž๐—…๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐— ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ. H๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡'๐— ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐—…๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—†. A๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹. "I ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–พ. I ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚'๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—๐—.

I๐—'๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—“๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‰ ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—†. H๐—ˆ๐— ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—†. "W๐–พ๐—…๐—…, ๐—‚ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ," ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—…๐—’, ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—‰๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—๐–ผ๐— ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ.

"W๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐–ป๐—…๐—‚๐–ผ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—†๐–พ?"

"Wi๐—…๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€?"

H๐–พ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‰๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ. "Y๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€," ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—€๐—‚๐—€๐—€๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ.

"I ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ, K๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„," ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹. "I ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž."

H๐–พ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„, ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—€. "I ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ."

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the next day, you and jungkook post a picture of each other from the book launch. jungkook praises his girlfriend for being the best writer he knows, while you thank jungkook for coming out and being your biggest fan

"jagiya!"

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๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐—’ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€๐—„๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„! ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ

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๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ด: ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ. ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ: ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ.

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โŠน tags: angst, established relationship, fluff, longing!morpheus, wife!reader, love triangle (unrequited love version)

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โŠน last updated: 10.11.22

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๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“๐‡ ๐“๐Ž๐Ž๐‹ | ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ข.

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โŠน pairing: morpheus x reader

โŠน summary: you're missing, and morpheus nearly goes insane in longing and desperation in his search for you

โŠน tags: angst, morpheus copes (he doesn't) with you gone, established relationship

โŠน warnings: spoilers for 1.06, 1.07, & 1.08

โŠน word count: 3039

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โŠน previous part: prologue/teaser

โŠน up next: part ii

โŠน now playing: everything i wanted by billie eilish

๐š’ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š’ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šž๐š™, ๐š’ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š–๐šŽ

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The first person Morpheus swallows his pride and asks for helping regarding your whereabouts, is his sister.

After enduring an earful from her not of not trusting her and being too prideful to ask for help when you were concerned, Death reassures him that she did not reap you in the years you were gone.

"I kept my word to you, brother. I did not touch Y/N. But I have reaped many who came across her," Death says.

"Y/N killed them?" Morpheus asks, surprised. Though the laws that keep an Endless from hurting mortals does not apply to you, you tried not to take their lives anyway.

"No. At least, not directly." Death drops her voice to a whisper. "The humans call her the Lady of the Whispers. She's a notorious serial killer, Dream!"

"Have you talked to her?"

Death shakes her head. "She hasn't allowed me to get close to her. I sometimes see her when I reap the humans she leaves behind, but she never says anything to me. She just runs away."

They are silent for a while. Morpheus aggressively throws a chunk of bread at a pigeon, hitting it on the head, while Death makes small conversation with a man playing soccer.

"I think she's using her powers," she says finally.

"She would never abuse it," he says immediately. He might not know what you were doing or why you were doing it, but his trust in your remains unwavering. There was a reason you possessed the power you did.

"You need to find her, brother," Death says. "Before someone finds her first."

She faces the street as a car collides with the man playing soccer. Unbeknownst to the man in question, he jogs over with the ball, whistling at how the car had missed him. Death gives him a warm smile and links their arms as she proceeds to explain while they walk away.

Morpheus' gaze darkens at her back, and for a moment, his eyes look like hot, twin white stars. "I know," he says quietly.

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Hob Gadling is the second person he swallows his pride for you for.

"I haven't seen her since the last time I saw the two of you together a few centuries back," Hob says.

'A few centuries back' was when he and Hob had a fight after Hob accused him of being in need of companionship. In Morpheus' defence, he was more prideful then. More than that, to suggest he was lonely despite having you, his wife, was an insult to you that he would not stand for. It had been you who demanded he apologize, but by the time he followed you to the pub (his punishment had been your refusal to hold his arm) Hob was gone.

"You better show up here in a hundred years," you told him firmly.

"For you, my love, I will. Now give me your hand before someone mistakes you for not being taken for."

You lightly hit his arm. "Not for me, Morpheus! For Hob! He's your friend, whether you like it or not. And you need someone apart from me. Who will you have if something happens to me and we are apart?"

He hadn't glorified that question with an answer. He simply grabbed your hand himself and refused to let go.

His capture led him to missing his and Hob's next appointment and being late to fulfilling his promise to you. But here he was, fulfilling it, and you weren't here to see it or to finally offer your hand.

Morpheus sighs heavily as he straightens in his seat.

"Just because I haven't seen Y/N, doesn't mean I haven't heard about her," Hob says. Though the New Inn is boisterously loud, Hob drops his voice to a hush and leans forward. "I hear there's a bounty on her head."

Morpheus looks at him warningly. "Have you tried to claim it?"

"What? No! Of course not! The opposite. She's more my friend than you are. I tried to offer her refuge, but she never replied to my attempts at contacting her. I did manage to see her once by pure coincidence."

Morpheus doesn't bother trying to contain his eagerness. "How did she look? Did she say anything about me?"

"She looked terrible," Hob admits. "Exhausted and always looking over her shoulder. And no, she didn't say anything about you. She didn't say anything at all, actually. It was quite odd. Maybe her tongue got cut offโ€”"

"I'll cut your tongue off, Hob Gadling, if you dare voice such insolent thoughts again about my wife."

Hob chugs the rest of his drink in apology. But Hob's words aren't the first time Morpheus heard you refusing to talk to anyone. The few dreams and nightmares who also caught a fleeting glimpse at you also reported that although you recognized them, you didn't utter a single word to them. A normal person would have taken this as confirmation that you had turned your back on your duties as his wife and Lady of the Dreaming. But Morpheus knew you. He had loved you for more years than you were official his. That, plus the murders associated in your wake, causes the suspicions in Morpheus to grow.

He needs to find you.

Sooner rather than later, if not for his sanity, then for the good of the waking world.

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Morpheus enters his throne room, exhaustion and longing for you nearly bringing him to his knees.

He doesn't have the strength to walk all the way up his staircase, so he settles for sitting on the fourth stepโ€”your stepโ€”and drapes his coat around him.

His throne room is large and barrenโ€”a sign that your touch was missing. When you were by his side, you had conjured ivies to scale the walls and flowers to drip from the ceiling. The multi-coloured lights from the stained glass windows would blend nicely with the streaks of gold from the candlelights and chandeliers you had placed throughout. The mere presence of you brought him warmth.

Morpheus doesn't think he'd ever felt as cold as he does now.

Outside, he hears hushed whispers between Mervyn, Matthew, and Lucienne. They are debating whether not is the right time or not to ask him about you, or if that'll earn them a front row seat to being unmade.

Truthfully, Morpheus doesn't know what he'll do either. All he knows is that he's so tired and misses you, like a starving man longs for food or a drowning man desperate for air. The pain of missing you makes it hard to move, but it's the thoughts of you that threatens to drive him insaneโ€”neither is a good state to be in for the Endless responsible for everyone's dreams.

If they were drawing sticks, Lucienne must have pulled the short end.

She sticks her head past the door, not daring to take another step. "May I disturb you, lord?" she says, attempting to hide the fear in her voice by sounding cool and formal as she normally does.

Though he barely had two seconds to rest, he pushes himself up. "Speak, Lucienne."

She takes a deep breath before crossing the room to him. She talks about menial things first, like how Cain and Abel seem to have accepted his apology with Goldie and how the dream folk are planning to throw a celebration for his return, which they have invited him to come.

He says no. It was always you who dragged him to these things, and you are not there.

"What is it you really want to ask, Lucienne?"

"It's not only from me," she says slowly, "but your other subjects as well."

Morpheus already knows what she's going to say, and at the thought of your name, his exhaustion grows heavier against his limbs, threatening to send him to the floor.

"Now that your tools have been returned to you, and many of your subjects are back in the Dreaming, the dream folk are wondering where Lady Y/N is and why you have not come for her yet."

"I do hope that question is not from lack of faith that I have abandoned my wife," Morpheus says sourly, although he knows that is not the case. Lucienne had already been by his side when he met you. She witnessed the years he pined after you, counselled him into acting on his emotions and courting you, and it was she who officiated your wedding and watched the blissful years after. While he appreciated Lucienne's loyalty to him as his librarian, he also knows Lucienne and you had become close enough to be friends, to the point that she would sometimes let go of formalities and call you by her name. If anyone was to know how much you meant to him, it would be her.

"Of course not, lord," Lucienne says, as expected, "but it has been days since you have returned to full strength. How can you bear to be away from her any more than you have to?"

"I cannot."

Lucienne pauses. "My lord?"

"I cannot bear being from her for so long," Morpheus admits, and he lets his tiredness show by taking his seat on your step once more. He sighs heavily as he looks up at her. "She is my wife, Lucienne."

"Perhaps you can ask your siblingsโ€”"

"No." Morpheus scowls at the idea. He had already done enough by asking Death and a human. If any of his other siblings found out he was incapable of finding youโ€”Desire, especiallyโ€”then there would be real cause to fear for your safety.

"I can still feel her," Morpheus murmurs. "She is somewhere out there, alive. I will find her, Lucienne. You can tell my subjects that their lady will be back."

"You know," Lucienne says after a pause. "That was the last thing Y/N said about you."

Morpheus tries not to recoil from what her words imply. According to Lucienne, you had not entered the Dreaming since your last attempt at rescuing him, which was also the day Jessamy died. As heartbroken as he was witnessing the death of his beloved raven, he was even more terrified at what could have happened to you that prevented you from protecting Jessamy. You never would have let her go down to that basement unguarded and unprotected. You cared for the bird more than Morpheus did. Whatever happened that day, whatever stopped you from going downstairs, must be linked to whatever you were running from.

But what? What could you possibly be running from?

Was it him? Had the century of being apart taught you that you didn't love him as much as you thought you did, and like his other dreams and nightmares, you took your shot at freedom and left? Was he the threat you were running from?

"I will find her," Morpheus repeats. "But wherever she is, she must be safe." Lucienne frowns but he continues. "No one knows who she truly is to me, and she would not have told others. She has to be safeโ€”"

"She is not safe, lord Morpheus."

He looks up at her immediately. Suddenly, he's standing before her and Lucienne takes a step back in surprise.

"What did you say?" he asks lowly, the words scratching his throat.

"Forgive me, lord. I thought you were aware."

He shoots her a look, as if to remind her where he had been the past century. "Aware of what, Lucienne?"

"There is a bounty on lady Y/N's head."

Morpheus struggles not to stagger back. Was this another one of Desire's games? Perhaps Desire had looped Despair into one of their ploys? Though Desire had not been invited to the wedding, Delirium had been, and he had no doubt Desire's had intimidated their youngest sibling into telling them everything.

"For what?" he manages. "Because she's my wife?"

"For being your wife," Lucienne answers, "and for being one of your tools."

For a few seconds, he is unable to speak. He simply stares at Lucienne, waiting for her to say she was joking or mistaken, but she does neither. The secrecy of you being one of his tools was the only thing Morpheus had to reassure himself that you were safe. But if that was out, then...

Lucienne meets his gaze, reaffirming the truth behind her words.

"That's not possible," he finally says. "Few people knew of that ceremony. Fewer still attended and can confirm it happened."

"It was the Corinthian, sir."

The Corinthian. His pride and joy. His greatest masterpiece and the first nightmare you helped him with.

His rogue nightmare left a bitter taste in Morpheus' mouth. The Corinthian had been at the power transference ceremonyโ€”a sign that Morpheus truly loved his nightmare the most. His defiance was already heartbreaking enough, but now this? You? This was unforgivable.

Morpheus didnโ€™t even want to imagine what sort of prize could be promised for the wife of an Endless, let alone for being one of his tools. Was that what he left you? Loneliness and enemies? Did you resent him for that? Was that why you had not returned or called to him for help? He had no reason for falling out of love with you in the century you were apart, but it seems that you had plenty of reasons to fall out of love with him.

"My theory is that something happened between him and her the day she ran away. What, I do not know. But Matthew reported the same thing: he heard whispers of a bounty placed on the wife of the Dream King by the Corinthian."

Rage simmered in Morpheus, and the Dreaming responded as such. Across his realm, the land trembled. Volcanoes bloomed and exploded, lava rapidly surging forth as a message to the Dreamingโ€™s inhabitants that all was at the mercy of their king and his rapidly declining patience at his missing wife.

But in the library, Morpheus remains eerily still. "You may go conduct that census now, Lucienne," he says.

She stands there for a few more moments, as if wondering whether she should press the problem that was you. Thankfully, her years of servitude has taught her of his limits, and she departs with a dip of the head.

Morpheus waves his hand, locking the doors behind her. Only then does he released a long, exhausted breath as he sinks to his back on your step. A hot tear spills over his cheek as he touches the step, remember the days you and him have spent on it. Talking sometimes, kissing on others. He can feel your lips on him still, but it's starting to fade like a dream.

He is drowning in his grief for you. If missing you had not been enough, now he is plagued with fear that perhaps you did not want to be found. Did you blame him for your predicament? Did you hate him? Morpheus doesn't think he'd be able to handle not seeing love in your eyes if you look at him? And if he sees resentment, he thinks that might just break him.

How painful it is, he thinks, to grieve for the living. How unbearably painful it is.

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It takes Lucienne a few days to conduct the census.

When she finishes, Morpheus is in a slightly better mood. She talks about the census first, then the three major missing arcana: Gault, the Corinthian, and Fiddler's Green. One was unsurprising, the second expected, but Fiddler's Green was hurtful. It was in Fiddler's Green he had married you, after all. Now he had lost another part of you.

When Lucienne brings up the vortex, Morpheus is smiling as he corrects her on the vortex not being an 'it' but a 'she'.

Lucienne eyes him suspiciously. "You don't seem worried."

"Rose Walker will be my answer and solution," Morpheus declares.

"But she is a vortex. She is not a solution. She is one of our problems!"

"You said it yourself, Lucienne. She is a vortex. Sooner or later, she will bring them all to her: Gault, the Corinthian, Fiddler's Green. My wife."

Lucienne is struck silent for a few moments, and he can see that is she is torn between listening to her duty as the Dreamingโ€™s librarian and her loyalty to you as her friend. In the end, she picks duty, and Morpheus does not blame her for that. Neither would you, if you heard her. After all, you would have said the same thing.

"But she could destroy the realm first," Lucienne says nervously.

"I will take that risk if it means finding her. I've built my realm once and rebuilt it another time. With my wife back at my wise, both will be easier to accomplish."

"But sirโ€”"

"I will hear none of this any longer. You may go tell my subjects that the Lady of the Dreaming will be returning son." Morpheus smiles towards the ceiling at his conjured image of Rose Walker. "I will ensure it."

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When Rose Walker dreams her way to his throne room, uninvited but welcomed, Morpheus' worry about the vortex' growing powers is superseded by the hope that you will find your way to her soon enough.

"She shouldn't be here," Lucienne says agitatedly.

"No," Morpheus says, eyeing his solution with fascination, "but I should like her to stay."

As he explains to her what and where she is, he thinks of you. "I need you to look for someone for me, Rose Walker," Morpheus says as he finishes circling her. "Y/N. She is neither a dream or a nightmare. She is my wife. When you find her, you must tell me. But first, I need you to tell her something."

Morpheus bends close and Rose and whispers the words into her ear. he waits for her to nod in understanding before straightening.

"But how will I know who she is?" Rose asks. "Do you have a picture?"

Morpheus turns towards the painting on the wall of you. He points to the marble statue in the midst of the water fountain that is of your body, which he had carved with his own bare hands from memory. Then he summons a flower to spiral down from the ceiling and land in Rose's palm. All mementos of you.

"Believe me," Morpheus says with a smile. "You'll know it's her. My wife is...unmistakeable."

"Can I have her name, at least?"

"Y/N," Morpheus says tenderly. He always says your name that way. Borderline a reverent whisper like you are the goddess he's praying to. "Her name is Y/N."

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ษชษด แด›สœแด‡ ษดแด‡xแด› แด˜แด€ส€แด›โ€ฆ

Your throat is throbbing. You touch your throat gingerly, and you don't need a mirror to know that the handprints of that man are visible against your skin. But even as you cough, the motion raw against your raw throat, you don't stop running.

You catch sight of a hotel, and you feel relief as you turn away from the road and bolt up the hill to the building. It'll be easier to hide in one of the many rooms, but the guarantee of people in the hotel was cause for concern. But as long as you keep your mouth shut, all should be fine.

You slow into a walk as you pass a trio of people in the parking lot. Name tags dangle from their chest, one of who is named, The Music Teacher. In the centuries you've been alive, you've never heard such an in-depth and seriously spoken topic about their favourite methods of cooking barbecue and collecting grills.

As you hurry inside, you pass by a sign that reads: CEREAL CONVENTION.

แด›แด ส™แด‡ แด„แดษดแด›ษชษดแดœแด‡แด…โ€ฆ

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09/03/22 ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜: ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— 24 ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—, ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—’๐—‘ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—ƒ๐–บ๐—’. ๐—‚'๐—† ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—‚๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ!

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๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ: ๐—๐—๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ฟ๐— ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ? ๐–บ๐—† ๐—‚ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—? ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐—‚ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—‡๐–บ๐—‹๐—„๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—†๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ?

๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—’ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€? ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—Ž๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‡. ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—†๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—Ž๐—†๐–ป๐—…๐—‹, ๐—‚ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—’๐–พ๐–ฝ!

๐–ฟ๐—’๐—‚ ๐—‚ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐— ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ป๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡๐— ๐–พ๐—‘๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‰๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—‰ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—…๐–พ๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐— ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡. ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—€๐—…๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹. ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—€๐—‚๐—‹๐—… ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’. ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐—‹๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ.

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โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต!

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง!

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2 years ago

๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ.

๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด!

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๐†๐”๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„.

[a] โ€” angst

[f] โ€” fluff

[s] โ€” smut

more specific trigger warnings will be seen in the fic!

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๐‘๐„๐€๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’.

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๐›๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ข๐œ. โ€” [ ๐š ] >>> recently released

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๐’๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’.

๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’”๐’† ๐’—๐’๐’๐’–๐’Ž๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’ ๐’๐’“๐’…๐’†๐’“โ€ฆ๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’„๐’Œ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’๐’๐’!

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๐ˆ๐Œ๐€๐†๐ˆ๐๐„๐’.

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แดŠแด‡แดษด แดŠแดœษดษขแด‹แดแดแด‹

โ€ฆ๐€๐’ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‚๐„๐Ž!๐๐… / ๐Œ๐€๐…๐ˆ๐€!๐๐…

๐–ผ๐–พ๐—ˆ/๐—†๐–บ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–บ!๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€๐—„๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—‘ ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—Œ๐—!๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹

๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š˜๐š— !

โ€ฆ๐€๐’ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐‹๐„๐†๐„!๐๐…

collegestudent!jungkook x collegestudent!reader

๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š˜๐š— !

โ€ฆ๐€๐’ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐ˆ๐ƒ๐Ž๐‹!๐๐…

๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…!๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€๐—„๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—‘ ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹!๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹

๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐ ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐œ. โ€” [๐Ÿ]

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๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’„๐’† ๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’“๐’…๐’†๐’“


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2 years ago

You tease, all those little crumbs of what Morpheus would be like in bed and NO FOLLOW THROUGH?! Ma'am, may I request a smut alphabet for him? We deserve to be FED ๐Ÿ˜ญ

๐—…๐—ˆ๐—… ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž!

๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡. ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰ ๐—†๐—’๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—‹, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐—…๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐–ป๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐–ป๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡. ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—„ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—‚๐—'๐—…๐—… ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—…๐—‰๐—๐–บ๐–ป๐–พ๐—-๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†๐–บ๐— ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—’๐–พ๐—, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—‚๐—'๐—…๐—… ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡-๐—๐—’๐—‰๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†๐–บ๐— ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—†๐–บ๐—€๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฝ! ๐—‚ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—…๐–พ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—, ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ :)