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smuttysabina · 4 months ago

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Commission: A Touch Forceful

(Girlcock QuarterJade & Leslie x Janet & Valkyrae, 3.5k words) Tags: Commission, WARNING: NONCONSENSUAL SEX, The R-word shows up a lot (twas requested), Big throbbing girlcocks, Hand fetish, Foot fetish, This one is pretty harsh ngl, Creampies, Double penetration, Sloppy seconds, Brutal sex, I cannot say the two girls are having a good time lol, Wow I got paid for this?

"Well this sucks" "I mean, does is it though?" Valkyrae groans and looks over at the friend perched next to her on the bed, as starkly naked as she is, "Yes Janet, because being a free-use slut for several hours sucks!" "I mean, does it though?" Rae's retort is cut off as the bedroom door creaks open and their first and final customers enter the room; Jodi and Leslie, both nude, both with massive penises swaying between their legs. Jodi's cock was slighter shorter than her fellow's, but made up for it by being far girthier, while Leslie's dick was thickly hooded with foreskin. The pair of them give their waiting friends falsely reassuring smiles, they all know how this was going to go down. "Well this is wonderful..." "I mean-" "Would you shut the fuck up, Janet?!"

Rae lets out a pained gasp as Jodi grasps her hair and hauls her off the bed and onto the floor, shoving her head against the side of the mattress. She moans in terror as Jodi rubs her hefty meat against her face, the bitch already panting with desire, more than eager to violate her friend. Rae groans as Jodi finally pushes her bulbous tip against her lips, forcing her jaw uncomfortably wide as her dick slowly fills her mouth until it is hitting the back of her throat. She can hear Janet screaming nearby as Leslie simply shoves her member into Janet's bare asshole, forcing her long meat agonizingly into her friend's guts. Not that Rae had much time to worry about her friend's travails, as Jodi was busy trying to cram her cock down her throat, to little success. Jodi snarls in frustration, "Open your mouth, wider you filthy fucking whore!" She slaps Rae across the face until tears run down her cheeks, blindly humping her face as she tries to force her dick deeper inside of Rae. Growing frustrated, Jodi halts her assault long enough to pull a coughing Rae back up onto the bed, holding her head back over the side of the furniture as she lines up her dripping meat once more. This time Jodi was able to start pushing her meat down her friend's throat, as Rae's legs kick at the air in distress as her airway is blocked off. Now Jodi was able to use Rae's throat like a pussy, and she wastes no time in roughly fucking it is if she were intent on impregnating her stomach. Grunting like a beast in heat, Jodi finally lets out a primal groan, her thick balls smothering Rae's nose as they pulsate, unloading their thick load into the slut. Rae convulses as the cock cream spews down her throat, her face growing purple as she struggles to breath, forced to swallow every last drop of Jodi's cum.

Just as Rae was about to pass out, Jodi relents and unstoppers her friend's throat, her cock now thoroughly coated with spittle, allowing Rae to gasp and gag as she tries to recover from her rough handling. Sneering contemptuously, Jodi slaps Rae a few more times, "See, all you had to do was open up you stupid bitch!" before stalking off to join Leslie, who was still quite busy ravaging Janet's tender asshole. Whose owner had yet to cease screeching in agony as her butt was brutally pounded, clawing at the sheets with her delicate hands as she struggled to escape from her tormentor. Her relief was soon to arrive however, as Leslie pinned the writhing slut for long enough to get a solid rhythm of thrusts that allowed her to finally climax. Janet howls as Leslie's turgid load sloshes into her guts, with Leslie's cock painfully impaling her to the fullest as she shudders atop her. Janet whimpers as Leslie drags her dick out of her abused hole, her asshole bruised and left gaping, the cool air stinging her sensitive flesh.

Jodi gives Leslie's handiwork an approving look, before asking, "Switch?" Leslie grins in reply, "Thanks for stretching out Rae's throat, I've always wanted to face-fuck that whore." Jodi smirks, "The pleasure was mine, and I'm looking forward to fucking your load out of-" The pair are interrupted as Rae starts to noisily puke up the creampie Jodi had so graciously filled her stomach with, reams of semen erupting from her lips as she spasmodically clutches at the sheets. The two make noises of exaggerated disgust at the mess their friend was making, before cheerfully going their separate ways to their new partners. Janet lays moaning upon the scrambled covers, clutching at her abused ass, she whimpers as Jodi joins her on the bed, begging her friend to not use her already injured ass. Jodi merrily agrees, so long as Janet bends over like a good piece of fuck meat and begs for it like a good slut. Janet hurries to comply, hoisting her rear into the air and spreading her cheeks, mewling insincerely for Jodi's cock. Jodi licks her lips as she presses her meaty head against her friend's moist entrance, before pausing, and admiring the ruin Leslie had wrought upon Janet's blown out hole; globular strings of cum still clung to her innards... Jodi sighs, before announcing, "I lied," and sadistically shoving her dick into Janet's wounded ass. Janet shrieks like a banshee as her butt is stretched even wider by Jodi's fat cock, though this time her ass was at least lubricated by Leslie's filthy semen.

The owner of said sloppy seconds was currently trying to get Rae to clean off her cock, but Leslie's habitual unwashed stench had not been improved much by her time in Janet's guts; so Rae was occupied with gagging and hurling the dregs of Jodi's loads. Eventually, Leslie cajoled Rae into licking clean her foul, hooded tip, sobbing as she lapped at the filthy fluids coating Leslie's cock. Meanwhile Jodi is violently plowing Janet as she howls in pain and sobs into the sheets, sadistically fucking Leslie's slimy load out of her. Piqued by her own partner's lack of enthusiasm, Leslie gives up on trying to get Rae to suck her off properly and instead moves on to something more fuckable; namely Rae's feet. Leaving the bitch to gag and spit into the puddle of semenal puke, Leslie hops onto the bed and manhandles her friend's feet until they are pushed together, toes touching as if in prayer. Which Rae is no doubt doing as Leslie squishes her cock into the cavity formed by her feet and starts to vigorously fuck them. The degenerate pants perversely as she humps Rae's extremities, relishing in their soft soles and rough heels until she groaningly spews a stinking load of semen over them; shuddering so much that a decent portion of her seed ends up splattering over Rae's back and butt. Nearby, Jodi has reached her own peak, and is busy refilling Janet's guts with thick reams of jizz, even as her partner screams and begs for mercy.

Leaving her friend to wail into the sheets and clutch at her brutalized anus, Jodi rejoins Leslie as the other girl is hauling Rae's butt into the air, already eager to pleasure her cock once more. Rae groans as she feels Leslie's bulbous tip pressing against her entrance, wincing as Leslie's starts to force herself inside of her pussy. Rae's attention is drawn elsewhere though as Jodi prods her face with her cock, causing Rae to baulk as she notices the bloody cum-filth coating it. Jodi callously slaps her, "Clean it. Clean it off, and perhaps I won't rape your asshole. Well? Begin you slut." Rae whines as she unenthusiastically licks the mess left by Janet's ruined ass off of Jodi's twitching shaft; only hurrying to finish when Jodi smacks her a few more times to encourage her. All the while Rae trembles and shakes as Leslie pokes her guts with her long cock, barely able to take more than half of it as Leslie grows ever more frustrated. Luckily for her though, Jodi has a clever idea of what will satisfy both of them, though probably not Rae. After some wrangling, Leslie lays back, pulling Rae with her so that her entire body weight now presses on her ropey meat, gradually forcing it deeper, but then Jodi kneels in front of Rae's open legs. Some understanding flashes through Rae, and she immediately starts to plead, but Jodi simply smirks, "What? I told you I would spare your asshole, so now I have to use your cunt, it's not my fault Leslie and I have to share your worthless fuck-hole."

Rae blubbers as Jodi slowly attempts to cram her cock into Rae's already full cunt, even as Leslie continues to mindlessly try and stretch Rae's pussy out even more. Rae shrieks in pain, shaking her head in denial as if that would stop Jodi from slowly forcing her thick tip in alongside Leslie's slick shaft. Rae screams as her perineum tears in a sick parody of birth, as Jodi's cock shoves itself into her pussy until it is resting alongside Leslie's. Overcome by shock, Rae passes out, which was likely for the best as Jodi and Leslie proceed to use her cunt like a cheap fleshlight, pumping furiously away at their unconscious friend. Their slimy cocks slide against one another as the fuck Rae, and overcome by lust, their owners' start to sloppily make out as they share their friend. Wet sloshing noises echo around the room as they both start to leak copiously, and Rae's abused cunt drenches them with fluids in an attempt to reduce the damage they are inflicting upon it. After ten minutes of unrelenting sex, Leslie finishes first, baptizing Jodi's dick with turgid semen as she moans shrilly, lost in the sensation of her climax. Jodi follows soon after, grunting like a boar in rut as she fucks Leslie's cock almost as much as Rae's cunt, before finally spewing her own load into Rae until it leaks out and down Leslie's quivering balls. When Jodi pulls out, a slurry of congealed cum slops out afterwards, Rae's slack hole burping obscenely as it tries to close itself. Together, she and Leslie shove Rae on her side, leaving her passed out with her cunt drooling a foul mixture of sexual juices onto the soaked sheets.

The pair by this point were a touch exhausted from their depraved exercise, but their cocks still bulged with obscene excitement; and with Rae now thoroughly used, that just left... Janet whimpers as her friends kneel next to her, their dicks still dripping from their sojourn inside of Rae's wrecked pussy. Janet's bruised asshole is still leaking Jodi's seed, but she has otherwise been left unspoiled, until now at least. But after the heady pleasure of breaking Rae, the two would prefer something a little less stimulating; this time. "Stroke it," Jodi demands, thrusting her cock emphatically, "stroke us off or we'll break your cunt like we did with Rae." Moaning in horror, Janet hurries to comply, and soon the other two girls were moaning as well, though this time with pleasure. Janet's pretty hands slide up and down their cocks with an enthusiasm born of desperation, her dainty fingers curling seductively around their slippery meat. Her perfect digits squeeze and massage their womanhoods, until Leslie's cock is slobbering precum, and even Jodi is groaning and humping the air. To everyone's surprise, it is Jodi who finishes first, gasping erratically, she curls forward as her diminished load spurts all over Janet's face; who closes her eyes and grimaces as she is painted with watery semen. Aroused by the sight of Janet receiving a facial, it is not long before Leslie's seed leaks out all over Janet's clenched fingers; now that Jodi was finished, Janet could jerk Leslie off with both of her hands. Janet screws up her face as the stinking mess slowly slides down her wrists, her friend's gooey cum squelching as she opens and closes her hands.

Unfortunately for Janet, her travails were not yet finished. Jodi gives Leslie a knowing look, before asking, "Want to fuck her face this time? I feel like raping her cunt instead of her ass for once." Leslie giggles in acquiesce, already more than excited to get stroked off with her own cum while she fills Janet's face. Janet however whines in protest waving hands in a warding gesture, Jodi had promised that she wouldn't fuck her pussy! Jodi was inclined to remind her that she wouldn't break her, just fuck her, but the sight of Leslie's thick semen coating Janet's hands fills her mind with degenerate thoughts. She had always loved the sloppy sensation of her friend's jizz on her cock, so why not take it a step further and enjoy it in other ways as well...? Jodi gives in to the perverse urges, voluntarily allowing herself to indulge in her darkest fantasies for the rest of this fuck-fest. She pulls one of Janet's hands up to her face, and locking eyes with Leslie, Jodi licks her smelly load off of Janet's skin. Leslie's cock bulges with arousal, and the pervert joins in the fun, eating their shared load off of Janet's other hand, whose owner shivers as the two rapacious bitches lick and suckle upon her fingers. Soon they are messily making out, smearing their cum-laced spittle across one another's lips as Janet's watches with undisguised, if relieved, disgust. But the pair had not forgotten about their last pet, and as Jodi murmurs something in Leslie's ears they both look evilly at her. "You're right Janjan," Jodi smiles, "You did a good job stroking us so this time I'm going to violate your feet; if you aren't squealing like a whore then I will break your pussy, got it?" Janet can only blubber in acquiesce.

Jodi is panting like a degenerate as she squishes Janet's dainty feet together, on her knees humping her delicate toes as the slut whines noisily. Janet moans like a pornstar as her friend debases herself dirtying her soles, her vulnerable cunt on full display as she lays on her back; watching with trepidation as Leslie strokes herself voyeurishly. But she needn't worry much, as Leslie instead positions herself behind Jodi, her long member already leaking with excitement, as she lines it up. Jodi groans as Leslie's huge cock slips into her ass, her own monstrous member emitting a slurry of precum as her prostate is stimulated. Leslie for her part is already orgasming, the novelty of using her friend's asshole already too much for her sensitive dick. Leslie presses herself against Jodi, their sweaty skin sticking together as she waits for her fellow streamer's reaction. Jodi was in rapture, a naturally sadistic dominatrix, giving into her more "submissive" side had driven her wild with lust, and so naturally she demanded more. "Rape me Leslie," Jodi growls, "Rape me until you're satisfied, use me until you're empty!" What remained of Leslie's restraints snaps, and she begins to plow Jodi even harder than she had even Rae; she had always wanted to fuck Jodi, and now she had been given permission to go wild. Janet watches with fascinated horror as Jodi's belly bulges repeatedly as Leslie jackhammers her friend, as fresh semen slops out of Jodi's cock and all over her feet. Jodi's load explodes all over Janet, covering her with thick streamers of jizz as Leslie fucks Jodi's load out of her, not even pausing as her friend shudders with overstimulation. Nor does Leslie stop for the next hour, rapaciously plowing Jodi's guts as she howls her name, filling her with load after load until her stomach is bloated from all the cum inside of it. Jodi had climaxed almost continuously, forcing Janet to pleasure her with her feet and hands and mouth as her jizz had spewed all over her until she was almost coated in stinking semen.

Leslie only stops raping Jodi's asshole when she notices her seductively sucking and licking her own cum off of Janet's extremities. Leslie joins her friend in cleaning up the fruits of her labor as Janet moans and shivers as the pair clean up Jodi's massive mess. She is more than happy though that the pair were not violating her own holes anymore, at least now the bitches were fucking each other rather than good girls like her! Janet has little time to gloat however as Leslie finally pulls out of Jodi, whose asshole sputters thick stinking jizz down her thighs before she turns around and forces Janet's face into her butt. Janet gags as she chokes down the vile meal, and her delicate hands are forced to stroke Jodi's dripping cock once more. Jodi herself is far from lax, as Leslie slaps her filthy member against her face, as she greedily opens her mouth, lapping at the sticky meat. Shuddering, Leslie forces her flexible meat down Jodi's throat, she had always wanted to fuck her friend's face, and Jodi does not disappoint, taking it all like a woman should. She doesn't even gag as Leslie's sweaty balls slap against her chin, she even shoves her groomed fingers up Leslie's ass to stimulate her prostate. Torrents of jizz spew down Jodi's throat as Leslie pumps her stomach full of turgid sperm, as she unceasingly fucks her mouth even as Jodi's face turns purple from lack of air. Eventually, Leslie tires of her sport, and when she pulls out a welter of semen follows her back up, as Jodi pukes her load all over her cock.

After some rather messy cleanup, where poor Janet was once more forced to have her throat used to clean off Leslie's cock, Leslie returns to brutally plowing Jodi in every position imaginable. All the while the perverted pair indulge in their depraved fetishes by constantly licking and kissing Janet's feet and hands, smearing them with cum before cleaning them off. Janet can only writhe in unwanted pleasure as her extremities are worshipped, though she much prefers this to having her cunt destroyed like Rae's... Who at this point was feigning unconscious, and surreptitiously attempting to shove her prolapsed cervix back into her cunt; which unfortunately for her does not go unnoticed. By this point Jodi looked as if she were pregnant, her innards so bloated with semen her tummy was bright red and grotesquely swollen, and was in urgent need to unburden herself. Groaning, Jodi stops sucking Leslie's cum off of Janet's and orders her to drag Rae over, it's time that bitch got back to work serving as their cum dump. Desperate to protect her friend, Janet refuses, and screams in horror as Jodi drags her beneath her and shoves her thick slobbering dick into her cunt. It seems like Jodi and Leslie will get to break Janet's pussy after all today...

Rae should enjoy having to suck Janet's blown-out cunt clean, speaking of, while Jodi is busy raping Janet, Leslie hauls a struggling Rae over and deposits her by the rutting pair. Jodi grunts in satisfaction before stopping, and together the two pull Janet and Rae off of the bed and force them to their knees, slapping their faces with their dripping cocks. The unlucky girls have their faces pushed together, as the other streamers warn them to stay put as they start to stroke their load out onto their poor friends. Groaning, Jodi and Leslie verbally and physically abuse them, slapping them and threatening them with brutal rape if they did not swallow every last drop of their cum. Sobbing, Janet and Rae have no choice but to comply as ropes of chunky semen splatter onto their faces, their skin painted with white as they drink the cum that leaks into their open mouths.

Unfortunately for Janet and Rae, Jodi and Leslie still have an hour of free-use left...

#smut #otv smut #Leslie smut #fuslie smut #janet smut #valkyrae smut #jodi smut #Quarterjade smut #otv fanfic

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adventuresofalgy · 2 months ago

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The day was gradually slipping away, and little by little the light of the sun was metamorphosing from a radiant gold into shimmering silver; soon it would fade into a soft, transparent violet-grey, and then slowly disappear altogether, vanishing beneath the velvet mantle of another night.

Algy was not perturbed by the closing of the day any more than he was ruffled by the purple prose describing it 😉, for there were always future adventures to plan and look forward to, but he knew that the setting of the sun meant that he should soon seek the comfort and security of his own wee nest, where he would be safely concealed from the wild creatures of the night which roamed that land after dark and leaped out silently, with their terrifying claws extended, upon soft fluffy birds who had been foolish enough to stay out too late.

However, he was reluctant to leave the headland while the diamonds still danced upon the sea, so instead of flying straight home Algy fluttered over slowly to a slightly lower spot, where he could watch the transformation of the light upon the sea before retiring to wait for another day.

He was surprised to observe that there seemed to be a pirate ship moored in the bay – or was he still in the thrall of his excursion into history, and dreaming of the ship which had carried Bonnie Prince Charlie away? In either case it seemed to pose no threat to a fluffy bird, so he leaned back upon the rock and watched the day "lean o'er the world's sharp edge":

I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp; High in his hand he held a blazing lamp, Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge. With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray, I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright. 'Twas but the expiring glory of the light Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.

[Algy is quoting the poem Sunset by the late 19th/early20th century American poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox.]

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tiramisuucakeee · 1 month ago

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THRILLER !

( yang jungwon x female reader x lee heeseung )

IN WHICH: y/n and niki host a halloween party at the nishimura residence, they invite absolutely everyone, what could possibly go wrong on this night of terror?

BTW: grab some candy and get comfortable cause it’s a bit long mayb, also, you get to chose ur ending! everyone say thank you 2 me, some halloween stuff b4 halloween, mwuah.

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‘twas the night before november, and in forgotten neighborhoods, children roamed in search of candy while ghouls lurked to scare the unsuspecting. amidst the revelry, one house stood adorned from roof to lawn, eagerly awaiting its terrifying guests. but before the night could unfold, a soul-wrenching scream echoed through its halls.

“y/n! where's my face paint?!” a voice called frantically from the room upstairs, footsteps echoing through the wooden floor.

you were busy putting the finishing touches on the first floor, transforming the cozy atmosphere into a halloween haven. spiderwebs hung from every corner, balloons floated ominously, and eerie lights flickered, casting shadows that danced across the walls.

it was a common occurrence that every year, you’d throw a halloween party, and people liked your style so much, that they’d invite students from other schools. to be honest, you probably expected like 100 people or more tonight, having out some restrictions. no friends of a friend allowed. the chaos had to be slightly manageable compared to last year, where jungwon made the huge mistake of inviting everyone and their mothers.

“y/n!” niki called from the staircase, leaning over the railing. you turned to him, raising an eyebrow, which made his eyes widen in response. “my face paint?” he exclaimed.

“it’s probably in konon’s room, don’t trash it,” you started, and saw him instantly vanish back to searching for it. your sister had gone out to a friend’s house, since she couldn’t deal with all the noise of your annual celebration, but for some reason, niki loves being around every year for this.

he had this thing of following you around in school since primary school and becoming friends with your friends, that’s how he ended up meeting everyone. they instantly took a liking to him, commenting on how you two siblings complimented each other’s personalities. he was the impatient fake nonchalant while you were more controlling, a social butterfly.

speaking of your friends, they were supposed to help you organize the food and drinks. just as you thought of them, the doorbell rang, as if someone had been reading your mind.

“i got it!” you exclaimed for no reason at all, since niki barely ever did the favor of opening the house door for anyone, even when inviting his own friends over.

you tiptoed carefully through the decorations and balloons, trying not to pop any, as you made your way to the white front door. through the tinted glass, you could already make out the silhouette of someone waiting outside.

swinging the door open, you were met with something you didn’t expect.

“excuse me,” you blinked, your gaze scanning the person’s costume. he wore comically round glasses, a long purple nightgown, and a whimsical sleeping hat that made you confused at his entire attire.

“jake, what- you are not stepping inside my house looking like that,” you said, pressing your lips together to suppress a laugh. for some reason, jake always showed up in the most ridiculous costumes, and this year was no exception, he truly outdid himself.

“why not?” he pouted, looking down at his costume. “i’m the granny from little red riding hood! it’s a cool costume,” he insisted, crossing his arms defiantly.

“show yourself out of my house because there’s no way i’m letting you show up like that in front of people,” you laughed, though you couldn’t help but let him in. he skipped inside, navigating his long nightgown with a bit of trouble, his grin widening as he entered.

“so, where’s my bro niki?” jake spoke, leaving his backback by a couch, and starting to unpack some alcoholic drinks for the night, being careful not to break any bottles.

you made your way over to him, sitting down on the armchair, “your ‘bro’ is currently upstairs, not ready like always, and probably trashing konon’s room,” you rolled your eyes, looking around the place proudly.

as if on cue, niki descended the stairs in his finished halloween costume, a red torn up leather jacket and pants, face painted boldly green. “no, i was not,” he refuted, shooting jake an incredulous look.

you and jake exchanged glances as niki tilted his head in confusion. the two of them stared at each other for a moment, both trying to decipher the other's costume.

“what are you supposed to be?” jake asked your brother, who was almost shocked at the question. “i am michael jackson, in the thriller music video, when he turned into a zombie,” niki pointed to his zombie-painted face, “i can see you took inspo from our grandma right?” he snickered.

jake threw you a look, as if to say, “did you hear what this kid just told me?” you shrugged it off, grabbing the bottles he left on the couch and making your way to the table to organize them. as you set everything up, you could hear niki and jake bantering about their costumes, trying to decide which one was more original.

but their small fight ended shortly, their words replaced by insults towards enemy characters on a big screen, as they ended up in the place where they always did every hang out. at the tv room playing videogames.

as you sorted the drinks, the doorbell rang again. youu glanced at jake and niki, who seemed way to immersed by the screen, before you made your way to the door.

you opened it, and standing there was a figure dressed in a sharp, elegant costume, complete with a cape and a striking white mask covering only half of his face, his silhouette was unmistakable.

“park sunghoon, where in the world did you even get this costume?” you raised your brows, letting him inside, as he carried all his belongings too, buckets in the shape of pumpkins, full of candy.

“that’s for me to know,” he turned to you, as you closed the door, “how are you, and why are you not dressed up yet?” he furrowed his brows, looking down at your clothes.

“once you all get here i will go upstairs to get ready,” you took the liberty of taking the stuff from him, to place it on the table, while he followed.

“did anyone else already arrive?” sunghoon asked, taking his mask off, to reveal his porcelain shiny skin.

“uh, just jake, he’s with niki at the tv room playing videogames- i don’t even know, i still need to do a lot of things here…” you sighed, crossing your arms, “you can go with them if you want, i’ll stay here.”

“no,” sunghoon shook his head, “i’ll help you, just tell me what i need to do,” he said.

you looked at him, before your eyes fixed on the glass panel that led to the backyard, “there’s some big decorations outside i need to fix preferably before the next hour, just in case someone gets here early.” which would most probably be the case, since you got excited dms and calls from people in the morning.

“okay, i’ll take care of it,” he smiled down at you. before you could respond, the doorbell rang again, causing you to slump in exasperation. “you better get that,” sunghoon said, gently turning you around and nudging you toward the door as he headed off in the opposite direction.

you swung the door to find a trio of costumes that instantly caught your eye. one of them stood confidently in a sleek, tailored suit, complete with a sharp tie and slicked-back hair, exuding an air of sophistication and charm, as fake blood coated his face and translucent rain coat.

next to him, another wore a vibrant rockstar ensemble, featuring a leather jacket adorned with studs, ripped jeans, and a inflatable guitar slung casually over his shoulder, his hair styled into wild, carefree spikes.

the last one, full of energy, was decked out in a color-less pierrot clown costume, complete with pointy hat, a frilly black collar, and a checkered outfit.

“you guys have to give me a roundup of your costumes, because less than thirty minutes ago, a grandma named jake walked through this same door,” you leaned against the doorframe, catching sunoo’s excited face. he always loved speaking about things that made him happy.

“so, i’m a clown, jay is a rockstar, and heeseung is…” sunoo looked at him up and down, before turning to you with pursed lips, not aproving of the costume, “he can tell you himself.”

jay snorted at sunoo’s words, as they both greeted you properly with a hug and walked past you with the last of the food and drinks.

you squinted at heeseung, who stood there like a deer in headlights, his expression a mix of anticipation and nervousness. truth be told, you often judged who could enter based on their outfits. offending costumes were strictly banned, while fun and original ones were encouraged, hence jake's over-the-top choices every year.

“so… ironically or unironically?” you asked with a playful smirk, tugging at heeseung’s red tie. he swallowed hard at your touch, his breath hitching slightly. you felt unbelievably close.

“just something i thought of, i didn’t see the movie,” he replied, shrugging with an attempt at nonchalance, but you could see the slight blush creeping up his cheeks. you leaned in a little closer, fingers still lingering on his tie, the space between you getting smaller.

“don’t even think about it,” you said softly, your tone teasing yet intimate. his eyes widened, and you could almost feel his heartbeat quicken, as if he were waiting for you to say something else. “watching the movie. you’re better off that way.”

you tugged gently on his red tie, pulling him inside the house. he stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but the surprise quickly morphed into a grin as you locked eyes. “careful there, bateman,” you teased. this was something on going between you both, endless teasing about everything and anything. heeseung didn’t quite know how he felt about only being ‘friendly’ teasing, but every time he had wanted to show you he felt different about it, something always got in the way of it, as if the universe was against him.

he soon joined sunghoon to help him decorate the outside of the house, while sunoo and rockstar jay focused of cleaning up some trash from the decorations packaging, not before r greeting jake, at laughing at his costume choice.

some minutes later, outside your door, a boy stood nervously, his hand lingering above the worn-out doorbell, before pulling back. he dusted off his halloween costume that he had worked so hard on making the night before, being sure nothing was out of place and it would be perfect for you.

his denim overall had a green striped textile folded into it, also one as a bandana around his neck, he had a straw hat on with fake berries hot glued on it, not forgetting his dog plushie, that he also stictched the green patterned fabric over his ears.

he ensured everything was perfect. with one last look at the door, he finally mustered the courage to press the doorbell, his heart racing as he waited for someone to answer.

after a brief pause of no one answering and a quick double-check of your house number, your voice finally cut through the silence. “i’ve got it, guys. no need to crowd the door,” you said with a hint of sarcasm, seeing as everyone was suddenly too busy to answer the door.

swinging it open, you blinked in surprise at the costume, taken completely aback. “jungwon, this is absolutely adorable, i’ve never seen a costume like this,” your eyes kept scanning him up and down, as you took in every small intricate detail of his handmade costume, and the little drawn freckles on his face. jungwon felt your eyes on him, making him stutter.

“really? you like it?” he asked, his voice a mix of hope and disbelief. he was dressed as a character from a kids show you and him both loved since you met back in primary school, huckleberry pie.

instead of answering right away, you stood on your toes and pulled him into a warm embrace. you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours. “yes, of course i do,” you whispered with a laugh, the warmth of your body melting away any lingering nerves he had.

he held you tightly for a few seconds, his hands on your waist, as if he never wanted to let go. you could feel his breath quicken slightly, and your heart raced in response. just then, someone called from inside the house, shattering the moment.

you reluctantly pulled back, looking up at him with a playful smile. “let’s go inside, pretty boy” you said, poking his soft cheek teasingly, making him pout, you sneakily slid your fingers into his, as you gently tugged him inside, trying to keep yourself from stealing glances back.

niki appeared out from the tv room, shouting profanities at the game characters and jake, as he followed, only leaning against the open door.

“hey, what’s going on?” you asked niki, who looked in joy from getting you to come over to agree with him.

“he just made me die!” your yonger brother pointed a blaming finger towards jake, who rolled his eyes.

you raised your brows, and gave him a deadpan, “and you both should be helping the rest at decorating, i need to go get dressed and i can’t watch over you guys like little kids,” you spoke. niki was about to protest, but you refuted, clicking your tongue, “nuh ah, go.” you made a swirl motion with your finger, pushing him away towards the backyard.

“and you,” jake froze at your voice, gulping and running away in the direction niki went in. the pair was always together ever since they met, you’d sometimes think niki loved jake more than you, but he was just the older brother he never had.

“what do you need me to do?” a sweet voice spoke next to you, tugging your hand as you turned to him. jungwon staring back at you with determinate eyes. he clearly blamed himself for arriving slightly late, as the party was starting in a few minutes, hence why he only wanted to make himself useful to you.

thats why you bit your lip, knowing there was nothing he could do, but you offered to let him help you get ready, and jungwon agreed.

so that’s how he found himself inside your room alone with you, a situation that had never happened before. he had exclusively only been in the past which the rest of your friends, but never by himself.

he was ever so fidgety, looking around the place and his hands tapping against your bed covers, where he sat on. you knew better than to address this, jungwon wasn't the best at voicing the things that were going on in his head, getting nervous every time someone mentioned anything remotely referring to his thoughts.

what you didn’t seem to realize was that he was simply nervous being around you now, more than ever. jungwon had wanted to be closer for a long time, so long that it felt almost unbearable. he just didn’t know how to express it. you overwhelmed him in the best way possible.

you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you finished your makeup, fluffing the bow behind your back. “okay so, how does this look?” you turned around in your little heels, facing jungwon with a big smile. he instantly looked up when you called him, his dark eyes sparkling when he saw you.

as you walked toward him, you spun in a playful twirl, revealing the entire outfit. the white strapless corseted dress hugged your figure perfectly, accented by frilly baby pink details and a large bow at the back. you paired it with cat ears and a fluffy white boa, radiating charm.

jungwon felt a sharp ache in his chest. he had to be mad, there was no way the prettiest girl he had ever seen was just standing before him, all to himself.

“it’s so perfect,” he murmured, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer until the space between you vanished. he looked up to meet your eyes with a shy smile, igniting a spark that crackled in the air. placing your hands on his shoulder, the same feeling of comfort washed over you, of staying like this forever. he made you feel so good about yourself that you wished you’d never organized something today. jungwon was more than enough to make you complete. if you could, you would throw everyone out and keep the moment this way, with only him.

“we gotta go join the others, won,” you whispered, out of breath, “they’re gonna ask what took us so long, i don’t want you to miss the party,” you pouted, making him let out a breathy laugh.

he shook his head and stood up, following close behind you towards the stairs, where you could already hear some music playing, resonating through the spider-web decorated walls.

as you skipped down, you were thankful for your friends that started the music and lights, but were unsure of how the ‘strangers being in your home’ situation would go with - the one and only - heeseung being at the front door, letting everyone who flashed him a smile inside the house.

sunghoon was outside, playing a game with grandma jake and jay at the ping pong table. he tossed a little ball toward a cup, cheering as it landed perfectly, earning applause from the others gathered around.

your lovely introverted brother was somehow standing on your mother’s special marble table, dancing like he was a machine, making you alert, not because he could fall, but because your mother would kill you if he broke the table.

walking through all the people that crowded around him, you pulled him down by his arm, the group booeing at your actions.

“what are you doing?!” niki exclaimed, his voice barely audible between the noise and music. you slapped his arm, pointing at the table, “don’t fuck around, that doesn’t belong here. if i see anything that’s not in its place-”

he interrupted you, nodding his head, “yeah, yeah, alright, see ya’!” he hugged you quickly as if to try to make you happy once again, but then disappeared back into the crowd. in the mess of greeting people and sliding through the tight spaces, you managed to lose every single one of your friends, also your brother.

“this can’t be happening,” you sighed, being pushed around by people in your own house. it was unbelievably crowded, so much that you could barely move, feeling dizzy from all the lights shining in your eye and the restricted space.

just when you thought the night couldn’t get more chaotic, you spotted a group of your girlfriends from school. they waved you over, their faces lit with excitement. “hey! y/n! come dance with us!” one of them shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the makeshift dance floor near the backyard entrance.

you joined in, the music thumped in your chest, pulsating with energy. the lights flickered above, casting a colorful glow over everyone moving to the beat. your friends surrounded you, their laughter blending with the rhythm as you all swayed and twirled, losing yourselves in the moment.

amidst the swirling bodies and lyrics, you finally caught sight of someone else that was familiar. heeseung was lounging on one of the couches, a red cup drink in hand. his dark hair was slightly tousled, and for some reason, the way he watched you felt both intoxicating and suffocating. he sipped from his glass, the ice clinking as he observed the chaotic scene. there was an intensity in his gaze, a mix of desire and something more possessive that sent a shiver down your spine, his costume didn’t make anything better.

you felt an urge to break that distance between you two, to challenge him. with a playful smile that masked your uncertainty, you shouted over the booming music, “hey, heeseung! come dance with us!” your heart raced, a mix of excitement and dread coursing through you as you watched him hesitate, caught between the comfort of his drink and the pull of the dance floor.

his expression shifted, a smirk creeping onto his lips that felt both inviting and dangerous. you beckoned him with your hand, desperate for him to join you, yet knowing there was a darkness in that desire. in that crowded room, despite the noise and laughter, you were the only one who made him feel both drawn in and held back, a toxic blend of want and wariness.

he set his drink down on a nearby table, the cup abandoned as he pushed himself off the couch. a confident stride brought him closer, and the crowd seemed to part for him, leaving you breathless as he approached.

“yeah, come on,” you cheered for him, trying to sound casual, but the weight of his gaze made you feel vulnerable. he stepped behind you, the pulsing beat wrapping around you both as you moved together, lost in the moment.

the air thick with a mixture of body heat and anticipation. every sway of his body sent a thrill through you, the intoxicating rhythm fueling the tension that hung between you.

as you danced, he leaned closer from behind, his breath trickling against your ear. “you know you drive me crazy, right?” the words sent a jolt through you, leaving you torn between exhilaration and the nagging feeling that this might lead to something dangerous.

you smiled, trying to play it off, but the way he was so close to you, intense and hungry, made it hard to ignore the complexity of what was unfolding. in that moment, surrounded by your friends and the throbbing music, it felt like you were teetering on the edge of something uncertain.

you felt a whirlwind of emotions. heeseung’s intoxicating presence drew you in too, but your thoughts kept drifting back to jungwon. he was everything you could want, thoughtful, caring, and completely in love with you. yes you did notice, no you did not let him know you knew. the way he admired you, his gaze filled with warmth and tenderness, made your heart swell. it was really sweet, the way his dimples deepened when he was around you, and the way you felt so at home with him.

but here was heeseung, electrifying and dangerously alluring, making you feel alive in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. his craving for you was palpable, a fire that ignited something wild inside you. you could feel the tension between you, like a magnet pulling you closer, even as your mind lingered on jungwon’s gentle nature.

“what’s going on in that head of yours?” heeseung whispered, his voice cutting through the noise. you glanced at him, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart race.

“just… thinking,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light, but the truth weighed heavily on you. you couldn’t deny the connection with heeseung, the way he made you feel like you were on the edge of something exhilarating, yet you knew jungwon would cherish you without reservation, something you’d always wanted.

“don’t think too much,” he teased, moving unbelievably closer, his breath warm against your skin. “just stay close to me.”

the pull between them was overwhelming, and you felt torn. jungwon offered you stability and love, a safe harbor in the storm, while heeseung represented a reckless, intoxicating passion that left you breathless. as you danced, lost in the moment, you struggled to reconcile the two sides of your heart, each whispering a different promise of what love could be.

it was too confusing, too much for you. you always tried your best to stayed friendly with them, not wanting to harm anyone’s feelings, but their words and actions seemed to put pressure on you. overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions, you decided to step away from the crowd for a moment. the dance floor felt suffocating.

just before you turned away, you caught a glimpse of heeseung pushing through the crowd, determination etched on his face. “hey, where are you going?” he called out, his voice cutting through the noise.

you paused for a moment, feeling the weight of his eyes, as if he thought he’d done something wrong. “i just need some air,” you replied, trying to sound casual but knowing you couldn’t mask the turmoil inside you.

“come on, don’t leave. stay with me,” he urged, taking a step closer, his expression a mix of concern and desire. you shook your head. “i can’t. i just need a minute, promise nothing bad happened.”

he frowned, frustration flashing in his eyes, but you could see the understanding beneath it. you turned away, feeling his presence linger behind you as you made your way toward the backyard, hoping for some fresh air. but as you stepped outside, you realized it was just as crowded, laughter and chatter echoing in the night.

frustrated, you turned and headed upstairs, needing a moment of solitude. just as you reached the staircase, a brunette girl you didn’t recognize blocked your path, arms crossed defiantly. she had an air of self-importance, like she considered herself the unofficial guardian of the second floor. “sorry, but you can’t go up there,” she said, a smug smile on her face.

you raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your composure. “i’m the owner of this house. let me through.” you tried again.

her smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “prove it. i need to see some id.”

you felt a rush of irritation, your patience thinning. “look, i don’t know who you think you are, and i really don’t have time for this.”

without waiting for her to respond, you pushed past her, the tension of the night finally bubbling over. as you reached the top of the stairs, you breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to escape the chaos below. but as you stepped into the quiet hallway, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being pulled in two different directions, each part of you craving something entirely different.

“i feel like i’m going crazy,” you muttered, heading toward the bathroom to freshen up, you opened the door only to stumble upon two people locked in a kiss. they glanced at you, clearly startled, and one of them quickly murmured, “can you leave?”

a surge of irritation rushed through you. “again, this is my house. you are the ones who need to leave,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. they exchanged glances, then reluctantly pulled apart, grumbling as they left the bathroom.’

finally free, you made your way to your room, hoping it was unoccupied. when you pushed the door open, relief washed over you, it was empty and cold. the familiar space felt like a sanctuary, a place where you could finally catch your breath away from the chaos of the party. you closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment, allowing yourself to relax.

sitting on your bed, you couldn’t help but think of the familiarity of jungwon. you remembered the way he would look at you, those deep, earnest eyes filled with admiration. it was as if he saw right into your soul, and every glance felt precarious, like a fragile moment hanging in the air.

his touch was always so delicate, whether it was a brush of his fingers against your arm or the way he would tuck a stray hair behind your ear. it made you feel cherished, like you were the most important person in the world. his words had a way of wrapping around you, making you feel like you were floating on a cloud, completely at ease.

“there’s no way i’m thinking about them right now, its halloween, they’re my friends, i just-” you tried to push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that you couldn’t hurt either of their feelings. it felt selfish to dwell on your emotions when neither jungwon nor heeseung had confessed their feelings to you. the uncertainty loomed large, and the last thing you wanted was to complicate things further.

“i can do this,” you took a deep breath, focusing on the present moment instead. you knew you had to navigate this situation carefully, keeping both their hearts in mind. but right now, you had to enjoy the night. you would just have to stay away from them, both of them.

as you resolved to stay far away from both of them for the night, you stood in front of your mirror, taking a moment to collect yourself. you adjusted your hair, fixing any messy strands, and smiled at your reflection.

the familiar face looking back at you offered a sense of reassurance, reminding you of your strength. you practiced a few light-hearted smiles, trying to shake off the weight of the evening. you knew you could enjoy the party on your own terms, without getting caught up in the tangled emotions surrounding you.

with a final touch of confidence, you stepped away from the mirror, ready to rejoin the festivities, determined to focus on having fun and enjoying the night.

you made your way downstairs and headed to the kitchen, feeling a sense of relief wash over you when you spotted jake. still decked out in his grandma costume, he was pouring drinks for a small crowd, a playful grin on his face as he bantered with everyone.

“hey! stranger! need a refill?” he asked, winking at you. his energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“i haven’t even drank anything,” you replied, stepping closer to the counter. watching him juggle the drinks, you felt the tension from earlier begin to melt away. it was good to be around someone who brought lightness to the mess, and you appreciated the familiarity of his presence amidst the party's whirlwind.

jake raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised that you hadn’t had anything to drink yet. “wait, you haven’t had a drink? that’s a crime,” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“i’ve been… busy,” you shrugged, trying to play it off. “with stuff, dancing, everything, yeah.”

he leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “how about a special drink? it’s my secret concoction.” there was a playful glint in his eye, and he didn’t seem keen on revealing what was in it.

you hesitated, intrigued but cautious. “what’s in it?”

“if i told you, it wouldn’t be special anymore,” he teased, pouring the vibrant mixture into a glass. “trust me, it’s delicious. just one won’t hurt.”

his enthusiasm was infectious, and despite your earlier reservations, you felt tempted to join in on the fun. “alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” you said, accepting the offer with a smile.

“this is called, cute little drink,” jake handed you the cup, and as you took it, you could instantly tell it was almost all alcohol, 99% with just a splash of something else.

“jake there’s no way i’m going to drink this whole-“ before you could react, he turned to the growing crowd around the kitchen, a mischievous grin on his face.

“everyone, check this out! our girl here is about to take down my secret drink!” he announced, and the crowd erupted into cheers and playful shouts, eager to see what would happen.

you gave him a look, as if telling him to shut up, but jake only shrugged playfully. you knew that you could back down if you didn’t want to do it and he wouldn’t force you to do anything, but now you were ready to let go, to become the irresponsible host you were always bound to be.

with the energy buzzing around you, you raised the cup, feeling both exhilarated and a little nervous. the crowd began to count down, and as they reached one, you downed the drink in one go. the burn and nausea hit you immediately, but you powered through, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

the crowd went wild, clapping and cheering as you finished. jake was right there, giving you a high five and laughing. “yeah, you did it! that’s how it’s done! that’s my girl!” the excitement surged through you, and for a second, your love problems else went away. you felt alive, ready to embrace the rest of the night.

“another one?” jake offered you another drink, but you shook your head, laughter still bubbling in your chest. “no way, one is enough for me right now, maybe later.”

just then, sunghoon appeared, his energy infectious as he walked in with his other girl best friend, wonyoung. “there you are!” she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug. “we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” she smiled brightly, in her adorable bo peep costume, filled with bows and pink.

“we’re about to go outside,” sunghoon said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “jay’s getting ready to jump into the pool from the rooftop! you have to come see this!”

“he’s doing what?” your mouth fell, as they realized what they just did, you had banned rooftop jumping into the pool a year ago, after someone broke a leg and their mother called you furiously, as if it had been your fault, when you didn’t even know the person.

“maybe we should have told her…” sunghoon started, glancing at wonyoung.

“are you kidding? no i don’t care, let’s go outside!” you pushed pass them, waving goodbye at jake, who met your friend’s confused glances, before they followed behind.

as you made your way outside with sunghoon and wonyoung, you felt a sense of comfort in her presence. wonyoung had always been a bright light in your life, her laughter infectious and her support unwavering.

“i’m so glad you decided to join us!” she said, looping her arm through yours. “we were worried you’d miss the fun! it’s crazy out there, i was expecting you to see there scolding people,” she laughed. even if your responsible demeanor when things got too crazy was boring for some, she admired it, the way you got everyone to do what you wanted and keep everything under control. she knew that if she tried to host a party like yours, it would end up in a huge mess.

you laughed, appreciating her enthusiasm. “i needed a little breather, i’m done being uptight with everyone and worrying about dumb stuff,” you spoke.

“trust me, you won’t want to miss this,” she replied, her eyes shining with excitement. “jay’s been hyping up this jump all night. it’s going to be so funny,” she laughed.

as you reached the backyard, wonyoung pulled you closer, sharing snippets of gossip and laughter, and you felt your earlier worries start to fade. her friendship always had a way of lifting your spirits, and you were grateful for the bond you shared.

just then, jay’s voice boomed from the roof. “everyone, shut up for a second!” he shouted, his tone dramatic as he stood at the edge of the rooftop. the crowd fell silent, eyes drawn to him in anticipation.

without warning, jay took off his shirt, and a chorus of excited screams erupted from the girls around. you couldn't help but laugh as sunghoon yelled, “cover up, man!” while shaking his head, clearly both amused and exasperated. jay merely shot him a middle finger, grinning widely, reveling in the attention.

“you’re all about to witness… king of the rooftop!” jay shouted, preparing to jump. the crowd began a countdown, their voices rising in unison. “three… two… one!”

when jay finally leaped off the roof, it felt like time slowed down. the crowd collectively held its breath, eyes locked on him as he soared through the air, his body silhouetted against the night sky. for a brief moment, he seemed to hang there, suspended in excitement, and then gravity took over.

as he plunged into the pool, the splash was monumental, water erupted in a frothy cascade, glistening under the colorful lights of the party. the sound of the impact echoed around you, followed by a wave of laughter and cheers from the crowd. girls squealed, and even the guys whooped, caught up in the exhilaration of the moment.

you watched as jay resurfaced, wiping the water from his face with a triumphant grin. he laughed, clearly relishing the attention as he raised his arms in victory, droplets flying off him. the cheers grew louder, a wave of excitement swept through the crowd, and one by one, people began to jump into the pool after him. sunghoon was surprisingly quick to follow, his laughter ringing out as he made a dramatic splash, eliciting cheers from everyone around.

wonyoung turned to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief and adventure. in that moment, you both knew without needing to say a word, you had to join in on the fun. a shared thrill passed between you, igniting a rush of spontaneity.

you both quickly slipped off your high heels and left your phones behind, the exhilaration building as you approached the edge of the pool. taking a deep breath, you clasped her hand tightly, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

“on three!” she declared, and you nodded, her smile wide with excitement.

“one… two… three!” you jumped in unison, the cool water enveloping you as you splashed down. the moment felt liberating.

as you surfaced from the water, a wave of exhilaration washed over you, feeling lighter than air. the coolness of the pool contrasted beautifully with the warmth of the night, and in that moment, you felt utterly free, unburdened by worries or expectations. with wonyoung beside you, you both erupted into giggles, splashing each other playfully.

after you climbed out of the pool, the refreshing chill of the water slowly faded away, replaced by the warm night air. you laughed and dried off a bit with someone’s random shirt before grabbing your phone, eager to check in with your sister and parents, not hearing from them all evening.

but your heart sank as you saw a message from an unknown number. the text was simple yet unsettling.

it read. meet me at the basement now. i cant keep holding onto this any longer. can’t tell u anything else until you get here. please.

a shiver ran down your spine. the basement felt like an ominous place, hidden away from the lively atmosphere above. it felt too eerie, specially in a date like today.

part of you wanted to ignore the message, to dismiss it as a prank, but another part was curious. who could it be? why the secrecy? you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

“hey, what’s wrong?” wonyoung asked, noticing your sudden change in demeanor.

“just… got a weird text,” you replied, glancing at her, uncertainty evident in your voice. “someone wants me to meet them in my basement.”

“alone? no way, do you want me to go with you?” she offered, her expression turning serious.

you hesitated, feeling the pull of both fear and intrigue. “no, i think i do need to go alone. i’ll be fine. i just… need to see what this is about.” you shivered slightly.

“okay, but i will go down to check if you’re okay in a few minutes,” with a nod of encouragement from wonyoung, you steeled yourself through the living room and made your way toward the basement door, the lively party fading into the background as anticipation mixed with apprehension filled the air.

you took a deep breath as you descended the familiar creaky stairs, each step echoing in the silence of the dimly lit basement. the atmosphere felt heavy, and the shadows seemed to stretch ominously around you, heightened by the terrifying vibes of halloween. a chill ran down your spine, both from anxiety and still being drenched in water.

every creak of the floorboards made your heart race. the unsettling feeling of being alone in a place usually filled with laughter felt amplified tonight. thoughts of ghosts and ghouls flickered through your mind, mixing with the adrenaline of the unknown.

when you reached the bottom, the air was cool and still. you squinted into the darkness, trying to make out any familiar shapes or figures. “hello?” you called out, your voice trembling slightly.

the silence was thick, and just as you were about to turn back, a voice emerged from the shadows. “you came.”

you jumped at it, as the voice came out of now where, making the situation more real. but the person noticed your small squeak, and said, “it’s okay, it’s just me,”

it was low and familiar, yet you couldn't place it. your heart raced as you stepped further into the dim light, feeling both anxious and strangely drawn to the mystery unfolding in front of you.

“you can turn the light on,” the voice said, breaking the silence. it was reassuring yet still carried an air of mystery.

your heart pounded as you slowly approached the cord near the window. the darkness felt suffocating, amplifying your nerves. with a hesitant breath, you reached up and tugged on the cord, the overhead light flickering to life and illuminating the basement.

as the harsh light flooded the space, you squinted against the brightness, finally able to see the figure standing before you. your breath caught in your throat as the familiar silhouette came into focus. it was someone you recognized, more than anyone at all.

there he stood, wearing his costume in the middle of your terrifying basement…

jungwon !

heeseung ! ( updating tbd )

BTW: yeah that’s right, that’s what y’all get. a mf cliffhanger. not because i want to, but because my drafts got deleted when i fell asleep with my phone on my hand. fr fml. also, jake is on his grandma agenda here, sorry but i loved it sm.

EXTRA:

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warning(s): they/them pronouns, bisexual rindou, spirals, depression, self-harm/“picking at the skin on their fingertips again,” mentions of cheating, rin being a d¡ck (but only bc he met reader in a weird, awkward situation), hair pulling, the occasional swear word, waist-specifications, reader has a ton of stuffed animals/plushies, suggestive comments (2 references towards the end), and affectionate nicknames.

“hey, rin....?” they hesitantly ask their boyfriend of two years, eyes darting around every which way but at him. they've started picking at the skin on their fingertips again, he notices.

rindou mutes his gaming mic and turns his chair around. “yeah, baby?” sliding his headphones off of his ears with one hand, he reaches out with the other hand and pulls them towards him until they end up between his legs. wrapping an arm around their small, — as he calls it — “cute” waist he pulls them closer until they almost fall on top of him.

getting the message, they straddle rindou and reach up into his messy blonde streaks distracting their fingers with the lines of bright, cyan-blue running through them.

they don't want to seem angry at rin for this because gods above! they could never be angry at him. their angel. their rock. their peter parker or miles morales. he's always looking out for them. always putting them first before his own needs. they think — no... they know that he'd drop the entire world if they asked him too.

but at the same time.... they just love waking up to his soft features in the morning on the rare occasion when they wake up first. they love when they go to bed and the last thing they see at night is rindou, purple eyes softening and gazing at them as if they hung the stars in his sky. his face relaxing as his eyelids slowly droop trying to and failing to fight off the god hypnos' spell.

so then why? why does he turn around on some nights? or what about those other nights where he'll join them in bed late after staying up playing with his old gang friends and he crawls in behind them and snuggles them in his sleep. he doesn't bother turning them around to face him and kiss his cute nose goodnight. did they say something or do something? did their relationship change? does he not love them? is he cheating on them with someone else? perhaps someone physically and mentally stronger than them caught his eye at the club the other night when they turned him down to join him and ran. he'd be better off with them than they're sorry ass—

a harsh tug on their hair rips a sharp whine from their throat. “what the hell, rin?! what was that for?” they pull away from him and glare at him one hand reaching up behind their head where rindou had just yanked.

“i've been talkin’ to ya this whole time, babe.” he doesn't look mad or annoyed but he certainly looks worried. “you know you've been talkin’ this whole time, yeah? and i've been trying to tell you something and explain to you why i've been sleeping with my back to you or sleeping on the other side of the bed. but you've been spiralling so deep in your thoughts that you didn't hear a word i said. calm down, ok?” compared to the rough tug he gave their hair earlier, he gently cups their face in his rough hands, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on their cheeks. “sorry for pulling your hair like that, hon’. but you were really gone; had me worried there!” he gives them a quick cheeky smile and pecks their forehead. “i was worried because i care about you. i like the feeling of being able to protect someone else dear to me besides my own brother. he's older than me so i don't get that feeling very often. but when i met you and you clung to to me when you passed out and came to that one time, i wanted to feel that sensation again. that pride of and happiness of being a person that someone can rely on. i know it was an accident but still... ‘twas nice.”

“....oh....” they suddenly felt so embarrassed and so ashamed, even though deep down they knew they had nothing to be ashamed about. rindou's their boyfriend. he's one of the few people in their life that has stuck around. the man they've secretly daydreamed of marrying. he's seen them naked. seen them in tears. seen them angry. rindou's caught them in every possible vulnerable state they could ever be in and he never let them down. never gave up on them. never walked away. why would he...? why would.... he.... “why would you stay with me? you've seen every side of me since then. like i said, i am sure there are others out there who aren't as fucked up as me. who are far healthier than i am and can accompany you more often to your club at night with your brother and friends. i don't hold you back; you've said that so that's not the issue here. but.... i want to know why, in a sea of people, you would still choose me.” by now they had started sobbing, face buried in his t-shirt, tattooed arms wrapped firmly around their waist, their own hands balled into fists clutching onto him for dear life as if he'd disappear otherwise.

“babe,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, big, warm, calloused hands slowly rubbing their back. “i choose you over any other healthy guy or girl because i've seen your determination and persistance through everything you've gone through. the only people i've seen with that much determination were that hanagaki guy and toman's leader. but they're different from you; you've remained selfless and compassionate to everyone, no matter what. always the open-minded one trying to see someone's perspective or situation from their end. you're one of the last people to judge others. not gonna lie, i thought it was pretty naive at first. figured you'd be — and saw it often — walked all over a lot. but you never let that keep you down for long.”

they huffed. pouting they also grumbled back, “sure seems long....”

he made a sound like a game show buzzer going off because a contestant ran out of time or got the answer wrong. “incorrect answer, my love. it seemed long but it was always only temporary. things always changed for the better. if things in the world never changed for the better then it would've imploded a long time ago. anyway,” he moves his hands from their back to their shoulders and raises them to look him in the eye.

“anyway,” he says again, “babe, you always say that one of your traits is that you're stubborn as hell. well, ever think that your stubborness applies here too? you're so stubborn and determined to not let people's opinions of you cloud your outlook on life. you've seen and experienced so much that you don't wish to see others go through the same hardships as you. so you give back to others as much as you can. that's pretty cool, y’know? you're cool, babe! the coolest! we can be cool together: you, me, and ran — you laughed! that made you laugh!” rin cheered and giddily kissed their tears away. “but!” he abruptly leaned back all of a sudden. “he can only join our cool squad only because i know he'd be offended at never let me live it down that i don't think he's cool enough to join.” he rolls his eyes at the audacity of how far his brother would go with his dramatics. “it's a wonder *aniki's not an actor with how dramatic he can be sometimes.”

taking a few tissues from the box sitting on rin's desk, they dried their eyes, cleaned their face and blew their nose. “i mean, he did say he's always wanted to be a celebrity. so basically he's living the ‘actor’ life anyway, isn't he?”

taking a clean tissue from them he patted their cheeks dry and chuckled, “true. even if it is my club he's still a celebrity by association. anyway, you good now, babe? baby? my love? my angel? my sweet thing? dollfhmph?” he playfully glared at his “dollface” as they clapped a hand over his mouth. “don't like that last one, baby? ‘s’not what you said last night while i was—”

“you finish that sentence and you'll sleep on the couch!” they playfully retorted back. “besides, you never answered my question about why you've been sleeping with your back to me or why you've been sleeping on the other side of the bed lately.”

“you've got enough stuffed animals. i want to be your stuffed plushie that you hold at night and cuddle with.” the instant rindou pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, they knew he was partly messing with them still to cheer them up. “but in all seriousness,” he relaxed his posture and returned to cleaning them up and fixing their hair. “in all seriousness, baby, when i crawl in behind you after i log off from my game i just like the feeling of your back pressed to my chest as i wrap my arms around you. i also love it when you subconsciously hold onto my own arms when i do that. it's cute!” leaning in, he rests his forehead against theirs and watches and feels as they slowly get more and more flustered. “you know what else is cute?”

“wh-what....?” they stutter, barely able to maintain eye contact with him with how intensely his gaze on them was.

“i also adore how flustered you get — even though we've been dating for two years and have been friends for three — whenever i go to kiss you or whenever i undress you. it makes my heart swell every time i see you trying to look away from me. it only makes me want to kiss you more, y’know? and i think that's exactly what i'll do.” tilting his head to the side rindou gives their lips one peck. two. three.

throwing his headphones onto his chair, he stands up and hoists them over his hips as he effortlessly carries them to the bed. between each deep, hungry, breathless kiss he mutters lowly against their lips high praise after high praise while also promising to show them in slow, agonizing detail why he would never leave and always choose them every time.

note. ....did i grab my own face in my own hands to figure out how rin would hold it and where he'd massage on my face with his thumbs.....? .......yes...... no....... hhhh ABSOLUTELY! fine. lol listen. artists aren't the only ones who do "weird" shit lol

also feel free to listen to 13Aurora's “can't catch me now” slowed + reverb cover on while you read this iyw. i had it on loop while i wrote this aaa tho tbh i was looping it all day

aaaaaa seasonal depression has been kicking me in the ass on top of my symptomatic depression (thanks, migraines). so i've been spiralling a lot lately. and when i spiral,, i wrote rindou comfort lol a bit prouder of this compared to my last rindou comfort (that one is still in my drafts tho. ew!). i like the ending more in this one than the last one!! it flows better, i hope, what with all the kissing and loving and suggestive writing~ oooo *squirms in my seat* i adore final timeline rindou so so much — almost as much as bonten arc rindou hahah!! gamer!rindou also has my whole heart and soul too so i had to include that as well as rin's beloved older brother whom i also adore.

(are rin's gaming friends waiting for him to come back and help them defeat the boss with them....? uhh,,,,,,,,, *stares at rin's afk character* yes!)

*ALSO! “aniki” means older bro or big bro or older brother in japanese slang

#tokyo revengers #haitani rindou #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindo x reader #rindou x reader #rindo x reader

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hyacinthusmemorial · 2 months ago

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Marsyas Verses Apollo

I was researching for my story Forgotten Age yesterday, and I specifically was looking into the story about Marsyas, the satyr who played the pipes and thought he was just as good as the god Apollo. I had a lot of feelings that I needed to unleash before I could go about my day--and I just want to preface that this is an analysis of Lucius Apuleius's Florida and not other sources regarding Marsyas.

Lucius Apuleius recounts that Marsyas played music in the days when "the art was but newly born and only just beginning to grow." He was playing the pipe in early times of civilization, before it was truly developed. He only knew how to play simple songs that were entertaining, but they were great compositions. Lucius Apuleius says aptly that nothing can be perfect in its conception, its new, it has basic elements that need to be developed. High musicians were bound by what they knew, and they knew about as much as shepherd and cowherds. But, Marsyas's father/instructor, Hyagnis, was already developing the art, and he learned how to separate the pipes into two, he learned how to play with two hands, one breath for two pipes.

Marsyas became famous for his pipe-playing Phrygia, which is to say for comparison he was a bango player from Tennessee, pretty skilled at his pipe, but ultimately, he knew how to play a simple tune with energy. The problem is not that Marsyas thought he was good, or even that he wanted to prove he was good. The problem was that he insulted Apollo when he challenged him.

The scene of their competition that Lucius Apuleius describes is so interesting--Marsyas in his boisterousness, Apollo in his cool silence. Marsyas is cocky, loud, speaking of his greatness in comparison to Apollo while Apollo is a god, he is quiet, observant, almost snake-like in his serenity as he watches his prey make his moves. Lucius Apuleius takes great care to illustrate the dichotomy between the two, even down to the physical level.

Marsyas is described as being with "a filthy beard" and "grim and shaggy face of a wild beast." In fact, Marsyas may have been a man, not a satyr, but he looks so much like a beast--they will call him half man and half goat. "His body was covered with hair and bristles." As Lucius Apuleius says, "Twas hideousness contending with beauty, a rude boor against a sage, a beast against a god."

Apollo is described by Marsyas himself:

In the first place...his hair is smoothed and plastered into tufts and curls that fall about his brow and hang before his face. His body is fair from head to foot, his limbs shine bright, his tongue gives oracles, and he is equally eloquent in prose or verse, propose which you will. What of his robes so fine in texture, so soft to the touch, aglow with purple? What of his lyre that flashes gold, gleams white with ivory, and shimmers with rainbow gems? What of his song, so cunning and so sweet? Nay, all these allurements suit with naught save luxury. To virtue they bring shame alone!

Marsyas denounces Apollo for being Apollo: beautiful, wise, calm. Marsyas despises his pretty clothes and his pretty lyre.

Marsyas then makes an exposé of himself to Apollo--he shows off his unkempt body and his unwashed state, and he says he is the model of perfection, not Apollo.

This imagery of a savage man trying to tell god what perfection is and how he might obtain it. The god needs no instruction. Apollo says nothing in this account, the Muses and Minerva (Athena) are amused and laugh at Marsyas--not because he possesses any humor but because it is so outrageous. His insults are comical in their depravity.

They have their contest, Apollo wins, and you can see his quiet rage in how he kills Marsyas. "When this boastful piper had been defeated in the contest and had been skinned as though he were a two-footed bear, they left him with his entrails torn and exposed to the air." They treated Marsyas like he was an animal because he acted like an animal. But, Apollo seems to regret this savage action--"Apollo he was ashamed of so inglorious a victory."

Apollo, it seems, regrets the whole situation because it drove him to the same depths that Marsyas sat in. It seems more of a story about Savagery verses Civilization than a story about Hubris in Lucius Apuleius's work. Yes, Hubris is a theme, but the dichotomy between Apollo and Marsyas cannot be ignored either. It is directly called out, and when Apollo sinks to the same depths as Marsyas, he is ashamed. It's not a glorious victory.

#apollo #greek mythology #analysis post #Marsyas as an agent of chaos #Apollo as an agent of order #manners maketh man I guess #marsyas #I just enjoy reading this sort of thing because it shows specific character traits about the gods #minerva laughing in amusement #apollo silent #almost snakelike #he is an untouchable beauty on a pedestal that Marsyas may never reach #I think its also about man climbing to reach the heavens and never reaching it #the Babylon of Music

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years ago

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Made With Love (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Made With Love (Rated T)

Request?: Technically YES (say thank you to @bakerstreethound, everyone)

Pairing: Husband!Steve Harrington x Wife!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k+

Warnings: Brief infrequent language with a slight innuendo; Reader is also AFAB (a female at birth) due to mention of pregnancy

Summary: For Stevemas Day 10; After getting married, you and Steve started to move into his parents' old home. Upon packing, you come across some of Steve's old belongings. When more of these creations keep popping up, you come to discover your husband has a bit of a surprise for you. What happens when it turns out you have a surprise of your own?

The first experience you had with Steve’s new hobby happened shortly after you moved into your new home. Well, your new home, his old one. Once the two of you officially tied the knot, Steve’s parents allowed their son to take ownership of their home. In actuality, it had taken a lot of convincing to get them to feel comfortable moving into a smaller place on the outskirts of Hawkins. For months, your husband needed to go back and forth packing and unpacking boxes of yours and theirs.

It was a lot of work, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The end result was the two of you finally have a place to call your own. You finally had somewhere to settle down and have the family you both laid awake for hours imagining.

You were home.

One night when you were unpacking boxes, you came across some of Steve’s old things. Before the house, your shared apartment was incredibly small, just cozy enough for the two of you to cuddle on the couch to watch tapes from work and go to bed together every night. Most of your belongings had either ended up stashed in boxes in the closet or in your mother’s garage until you had found a more permanent home. Sure, you had to share space with your younger brother’s mad science lab, but at least your stuff was safe…relatively speaking.

You hardly remembered seeing this box prior to the move and curiosity was a temptress. As you flipped open the lid, a smile fluttered against your face when you noticed a soft knitted blanket nestled atop other trinkets. You reached in to pull it out and found yourself immediately wrapping it around your frame. It was a mishmash of pastel colors: blues and greens and purples all intertwined by the softest yarn you had ever felt in your life. You assumed it was a gift to Steve from his grandma, Eleanor Louise Harrington.

When you were dating, Steve would tell you the most wonderful stories about the woman who was always there for him. She would be in charge of watching over him whenever his parents were out of town at a young age, which was more often than not. Grandma Eleanor was the reason little Steve loved the holidays. She’d always make it special for him, whether it was reading the Twas the Night Before Christmas every Christmas Eve or teaching him to make her special gingersnaps for Santa. When she passed away when he was thirteen, Steve had needed to learn the hard way how the world wasn’t always made of the magic Grandma Eleanor helped him believe in.

It wasn’t until he met you that his Christmas spirit slowly started to make its return.

You placed the blanket back in the box and set it on your husband’s side of the closet. Even though you had already peeked inside, you didn’t want to invade the remainder of his privacy. For the rest of the day, your gaze would lock onto the box and a smile would fall upon your features before you kissed Steve for being sentimental. Now, Steve himself didn’t understand just why you were being so affectionate, but there was one thing he knew for a fact: he would never refuse kisses from the love of his life.

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Your second encounter occurred a few months later, once the winter chill began to set in. You had been waiting in Hawkins High’s parking lot behind the wheel of your husband’s treasured BMW for your brother to barge out and demand entry into the passenger’s seat. Steve had decided to take on another shift at Family Video in order to have a little extra cash for holidays, so you volunteered to pick Dustin up from school.

“It’s alright if you need to use the heat, babe,” Steve had called out. “It’s cold out there. Don’t need you turning into a popsicle before Christmas!”

“Good thing I have you to warm me up when I get back,” you teased with a smile and a wink, fingers snatching up the keys from his left coat pocket.

“A husband’s job is never done, is it?” Steve gave a rather dramatic sigh.

As you made contact with the cold metal, your hand brushed something else much softer. You frowned as you reached deeper inside the pocket and pulled out a grey knitted glove. It was slightly misshapen but made from soft yarn, similar to that of the blanket still stashed away in your shared bedroom. Without thinking, you raised it up into the air in question toward your husband.

“Think I might steal these,” you called out and grabbed the matching mitt from his pocket before you head out the door toward his car.

A knock on the passenger window snapped you from your thoughts. As you turned your head, you noticed Dustin waving at you with a frown on his face. “Can you open the door?” his muffled shout questioned. “I’m freezing my nuts off out here.”

His naturally curly hair looked matted as he yanked off his hat: a red knitted trapper. “Jesus,” he continued to ramble as he tugged on the seat belt across his form. “Where were you?! It has to be like negative ten outside.”

“I’ve been waiting out here for the last thirty minutes!” you argued. “I was starting to think you had gotten a ride from someone else.”

“I mean where were you just now? I was knocking on the window for at least five minutes.”

Oh, whoops. “Sorry.” You reached over the center console to adjust the heat and turn up the radio. A smile formed as “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” began to play over the speakers. “Guess I got a little bit distracted.”

Your brother scoffed. “I’ll say,” he muttered. “Get married and all of a sudden, you and Steve hardly ever pay attention to us anymore. Do you guys ever take a breath from sucking face or is that just around me?”

“Dustin!”

“Fine, fine!” Dustin held his hands up in mock surrender. “Can you just drop me off at Mike’s? We’re supposed to be planning this oneshot for when Will finally gets back home.”

There was a pregnant pause that lingered throughout the car as you shifted gears and started the trek to the Wheeler’s residence. You felt Dustin’s eyes on you the entire time. His mouth opened and then shut a few times, as though he was preparing to ask you something and had decided against it.

“Something’s different about you,” he mused. You felt his stare on you, much more focused than before. In your peripheral, you noticed he was squinting now. “Did you get a haircut?”

“...No?” you shifted self-consciously in the driver’s seat. Your brother was the Sherlock Holmes of the family, detective extraordinaire. Great for uncovering interference from the Upside Down, not so much when it comes to getting involved in your personal life. “And will you stop staring at me like that?” You waved a free mitten-covered hand in his direction. “It’s freaking me the hell out.”

“Oh, he gave you a pair, too!” Dustin noted with a grin. “They’re a lot better than his first try, aren’t they?”

You frowned and risked a quick glance in his direction before you returned your gaze to the road ahead. “What?”

“The gloves! Steve gave ‘em to you, right?”

“Not exactly,” you explained. “I took them from his coat. What do you mean they’re better than his first try?”

The car returned to silence once again.

“Dustin?”

Silence. A quick look over toward your brother revealed he had suddenly become interested in the fresh piles of snow against the side of the road. Nose wrinkled, you shook your head and pulled into the Wheeler’s street. Unfortunately for Dustin, mystery solving was in your genetics, and this was one question you wanted answered.

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“Babe?” you called out as you walked into the foyer of the house that evening. When you had taken Steve’s car from work, you had left him yours in the parking lot. You were surprised to see it back in the driveway once you arrived home after dropping Dustin off. Your stay had been much longer than you anticipated, with Nancy trying to make plans to finish Christmas shopping with you later in the week since she was home from Boston.

“Shit,” came the faint hiss of your husband’s voice from the living room. As you started to make your way toward the sound, you heard him clear his throat. “You’re back early, babe. I thought Dustin wanted to go to the mall to do some shopping.”

“Uh, no. He needed us to drop him off at the Wheelers. Something about some campaign they’ve been planning for Will,” you said with a frown. “Why is it so dark in here?”

As you flicked the lights on, you couldn’t help but blink at the sight before you. There was your husband perched in one of the armchairs you had gotten from your mother. He was wearing his wire-framed glasses, a side-effect of a few too many blows to the noggin over the years. Half a blanket was draped over his knee, pooling onto the floor below. As you walked closer, you noticed two large metal sticks in his hands. They were twitching as he stared over at you owlishly with wide eyes.

“Did you…make this?” you whispered almost far too quietly as you knelt down to lift up the edge of the blanket. Running your hand along it, you smiled at the soft yarn’s texture. It was a beautiful blanket with its blend of purples, orange, and yellows. The pattern reminded you of your favorite time of day: sunset. When you started dating, you used to drag Steve to the top of Walker’s Mountain to watch it almost every night. To most people, the setting of the sun meant the end of another busy day. To you, though, it was a reminder of how you survived another day no matter what evils may have been against you.

“Uh, y-yeah,” Steve stuttered. “It was mostly me.”

You tilted your head to look up at him. “Mostly?”

“Well, Virginia helped. Marge, too.”

“Marge? Virginia?” An amused smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Something I have to be worried about, honey?”

“No!!” your husband was quick to exclaim. “No, no. They’re just…”

“Just…?”

A sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he set the knitting needles down into his lap. He leaned forward to ghost his lips against your hairline. “Look,” he said. “I’ve uh, I’ve been going to the community center between shifts at the store on Saturday. There’s this class they host– more like a club.” He hesitated, glancing between you and the blanket in his lap. “They teach you how to knit.”

You smiled. “So you’ve been learning to knit?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “It’s actually been…nice, you know? Helps give me something to do. I don’t feel as helpless as I used to. It’s more peaceful than anything.”

“You know I wouldn’t tease you for this, right?” you asked, hands reaching up to gently cradle his face. Your heart strained at the thought of Steve being afraid of getting judged by you for what his father would have considered a so-called woman’s hobby. “I think it’s great you’ve found a hobby.”

“What?” Steve asked in shock. “No- no, that’s not why I was- oh, shit, babe. Did you think I didn’t want to- oh, no. That’s not it. I was going to tell you!” He chuckled a bit and sighed, lifting up the unfinished blanket in his lap. “I, uh, I just didn’t want to until I finished this.”

“Is this,” you started, “for me?”

Your husband nodded and used one hand to smooth out the knitted material. “I know how much you love sunsets,” he said quietly, “and I know we missed a lot of them with everything that went down over the years. I thought this might make up for it.”

You practically melted into a puddle from your kneeling position on the floor. Without another word, you bounced up as pressed your lips to his, ignoring the awkward feeling of his frames as they pressed into your face. “I love you,” you breathed out as you broke apart.

“I love you, too,” Steve was quick to reply. “I just didn’t want to jinx myself and mess up this surprise, you know?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I get it,” you soothed. “But, uh, I think you might need to make a few adjustments to it.”

Steve’s face dropped. “Is something wrong with it? Do you not like it?!” he fretted. “Oh God, I knew I should have picked another pattern–”

“Babe,” you interrupted. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What?”

Hiding a smile, you reached across his lap to smooth out the blanket. You absentmindedly started to trace shapes into it as you glanced up at him. “It’s a beautiful blanket, Steve,” you said slowly. “But I think it’ll need to be a little bigger.”

Steve furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “This should be plenty big for us to use on the couch.”

“For right now, yeah,” you chose your words carefully. A knowing smile threatened to stretch around your lips and you had to fight the urge to let it show. “But I don’t think that’ll be the case in a year.”

Steve followed your gaze lower down your body, resting upon your abdomen. You couldn’t help it. A risked glance back up at him told you his brain was slowly putting the pieces together. “Are you-” he asked, eyes snapping up to meet yours. “Are you really?”

When your smile finally broke free and you nodded, your husband all but threw his unfinished product across the room and pulled you into a heated kiss. As you threaded your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, you felt his lips curl into a smile against your own. His fingers danced their way under the hem of your shirt and pressed themselves against the skin of your stomach. He let them linger there for a moment before he released you on his lap.

“I was going to wait until Christmas to tell you,” you admitted, “but I just couldn’t help it. Especially when you were being as sweet as this.”

Steve laughed, a genuine one that sent butterflies soaring within your stomach. Your heart swelled at the sight of pure happiness which radiated off of him in waves. “That little shit was right,” he said between chuckles. “Knew I should have listened to him.”

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to your little brother’s observational skills to almost ruin the moment.

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One year later, you sat on the couch with Steve’s sunset blanket across your lap and two little babies asleep in your arms. It had been a long and eventful year, but you wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything. This year was Amelia and Emery’s first Christmas as part of your little family and you couldn’t be happier.

Yes, you and Steve hardly had any sleep the night before, thanks to last minute preparations between the screams of hungry twins. Yes, you were already exhausted despite only being fully awake for two hours. Yet this was the moment you had been dreaming about for twelve months. You weren’t so much as going to blink if it meant risking losing a moment of this special day.

A few moments later, Steve slid onto the couch beside you with two mugs of hot chocolate in hand. As much as you would kill for a real caffeine hit, you couldn’t resist the alluring smell of melted chocolate and cinnamon. Your husband placed his mug on the coffee table and reached for Em so you could take the warm beverage from his other hand.

The two of you enjoyed the peaceful sounds of cooing four-month-olds paired with the soft hum of Christmas carols played over the radio for a while. As you leaned against your husband, he pressed a kiss to your temple and gently tapped your side – a signal to adjust your position. He placed a sleeping Em into the portable crib you had brought downstairs the previous evening before doing the same for Amy.

“Sorry,” he apologized with a meek smile. “I would’ve let them sleep there, but I have something for you.” He walked over to the tree and picked up a small box wrapped in candy cane patterned paper. When he came back to the couch, he set it atop the blanket on your lap and moved to sit down with an arm draped over your shoulders.

“I thought we said no gifts for each other this year,” you mused. “It was just for the girls.”

“We did,” Steve agreed with a nod. “I mean, technically I didn’t break that promise. It’s not anything big, I promise. I just…I thought you might like it.”

You shot him a questioning glance before you used your fingers to delicately tear at the wrapping, being incredibly careful not to wake the sleeping children nearby. When you opened the box, a small gasp escaped your lips. Inside, wrapped in a cocoon of white tissue paper, were two small Santa hats. Knitted in a yarn as red of holly berries, both hats were adorned with a fuzzy white pom-pom and trim around the brim. When you lifted them out of the box, you began to tear up. At the brim of each hat was a series of embroidery of your daughters’ names: Amelia Robin Harrington and Emery Louise Harrington.

Overcome with emotion, you immediately turned to look at your husband. Steve was already looking down at you, concern etched on his features. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, voice shaking slightly. “Do you not like it–”

Just like you did twelve months ago, you silenced his ramblings with a kiss. This time, it was one of pure unadulterated love. You clung onto his blue and white Christmas sweater for dear life. Tears of happiness pricked at your eyes as you ran a hand against the side of his face. When you broke apart, you sent him a teary smile. “You really are amazing, Steve Harrington,” you whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he answered almost immediately.

You turned your attention back down to the little hats in your lap and glanced over to the portable crib that held your sleeping angels. You knew it would be a struggle to keep the hats on for long, but you hoped it would at least last until Jonathan arrived with his camera later on in the evening.

This was by far the best Christmas you had ever had and deep down you knew this was only the beginning. You smiled fondly to yourself as you thought about all of the other Christmas Days your little family would have for the rest of your lives. It had been a tough journey to get to where you were, but you wouldn't have changed a second for the world because you and Steve found your family…

…and that's all you could ever want or need.

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Author's Note: I'm not crying, you are. No seriously, I had so much fun writing down this idea after receiving this through an ask by the amazing Ace. I got to explore the early days of Dad!Steve and learn more about his life with the reader a bit along the way. My only frustration is I couldn't keep this fic as gender neutral as I would have liked, but I'm still incredibly happy with how it came out.

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tmntxthings · 2 years ago

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∑一The Tactical Bandwagon *･。

author’s notes: it couldn’t be helped, I’ve seen @donathan ‘s lovely art and many tactical!donnie fics, i ‘twas inspired <33333

warnings: none rlly, tension, cursing, tactical!donnie x target!reader, unedited

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Donatello wasn’t used to this kind of setting. He was a hired hand. A sharp shooter. A fucking sniper. All of those implied long distance, breathing room, space between the hunter and the hunted. Yet, this particular job required him to be far closer than he liked. He was amongst the throngs of a crowd, all dressed to the nines and entering an elaborate ballroom for those only of elite standing. So of course, he was dressed to impress rather than in his usual mercenary gear. No longer in a vest colored with the darkest of purple. But in a suit that was crisp and black, his preferred color was shown through the accents of his tie. Though he was not unarmed, that remained the same. Tucked in at his hip, hidden behind the fancy lapels of his tux. No one was the wiser to the threat that walked among them. And it would stay that way if he did his job correctly. His mission? Locate the target, bring them to a secluded area (using any means necessary) and finish the job. The last bit always ended with a fatal shot. Though it wouldn’t ring out tonight. It would be silent, since his handgun was stocked with a suppressor for good measure.

Once inside the grand building, Donatello took to the first wall. He knew the layout well enough but he wanted to gain his bearings. Now on the outskirts of the crowd, he was an outsider looking in. Searching for his target. He walked the perimeter of the room, hands tucked behind his hidden shell, only moving when offered a glass flute filled with bubbly alcohol. He wouldn’t drink, he was on a job after all, but holding such a prop made him fit in. He had almost made an entire lap when his eyes snagged onto features that he had instilled in his brain.

He didn’t know what you had done to become a target. Though the sum he would be paid was telling enough. Someone wanted you dead, someone with money to spare, perhaps someone in this room. He may have had second thoughts as he watched you glide across the dance floor. Graceful and sweet with a smile that lured all those around. You were beautiful. In a gown that clung to you as if it was your second skin. Green, emerald green silk, the color was flattering.. Donatello saw the opportunity for what it was, you out on the dance floor, sweeping into a different person’s hold with each passing song. It was his in. It was your doom. Against his better judgment he took a swig before placing the drink on one of the many tables that were placed enclosing the dance floor. He joined the crowd once more. Weaving in and out, eyes tracking your form, losing you a couple of times as more bodies seemed to pile together. He had tried to time it just right, as the previous song ended and a new one began. His efforts were in vain as someone beat him to you, offering up a hand which you took. Donatello almost left to sidle up against the perimeter once more when he felt a tap on his arm. Turning, he found that he too had a dance partner. Which he thought may be for the best, as he took the lead to where you swayed. He didn’t even have to try, he too could dance just as gracefully as you. It or rather he caught your eye and for the first time tonight you noticed him.

The song ended and as the next started it was as if both of you planned it, passing off your previous partners in favor of one another. Now with you in his arms, all he had to do was seclude you. Ideas flashed before him as the two of you danced, which with both of your combined prowess made for quite a spectacle. His scheming halted as you suddenly spoke, “I don’t believe I’ve ever crossed paths with you before,” it was said with contemplation as you twirled away from him, making a grand gesture before being pulled back. He wondered if he had pulled you too forcefully as you collided into his plastron with a soft thump. Your smell flooded his senses, as sweet as your smile. “Your assumption is correct, this is the first we have met.” The small pause, your hands still planted on his chest, looking up into his eyes with mild curiosity. “And it is your first time attending such an event as well,” your eyes glinted with a flash of concealed knowledge before putting some modest distance between the two of you. Donatello was immediately on guard. He thought you had meant in general.. he hadn’t realized you were so attuned to the usual guests of such parties. “Caught, red-handed” Donnie put on an air of playfulness. Not wanting to steer into the implications of seriousness. “Crashing a high-end party was on my bucket list,” a lame excuse but the best he could come up with. “And how would you rate your experience so far?”

Donatello had to train his features to maintain the illusion of ease, of calm. He couldn’t falter with the teasing, playful manner just yet. It was part of his plan to eventually drag you off into a more secluded area. But your words struck him. They hit him so hard, with familiarity. His paranoia told him that you must know. Who he was, what he did, and the way he spoke for that matter! But a more rational thought whispered that maybe it was a common enough phrase..? Highly unlikely. But he wouldn’t fold first, so he entertained your question. “I’d give it a solid eight, mostly because I’ve found such a competent partner.”

To prove his point he upped the antics, spinning you around with such speed that stamped his inhuman abilities. You kept up though. In fact, you flashed him a smile once the move was over, not even a hint of dizziness to your steps. “May I inquire the name of my proficient dance partner?” It was as if the two of you weren’t just dancing with bodies, but with words as well. “You may,” he smirked, knowing you had already asked but wanted to see if you would do so again. Instead he found you had quite the temper as you stomped squarely on his left shoe. The glare you gave him only widened his smirk. “Othello, Othello Von Ryan,” he spoke into your ear as he dipped you. “Wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You teased, as he brought you back up. “My foot says otherwise.” He bantered back. And the song ended all too soon. You took a step back. Neither of you were out of breath despite the intensity that both of you had danced with.

It became apparent to Donatello that sharks were surrounding him, or you. All seeking for a chance to spin you around the floor as he had done. He found he didn’t want to let go of you so soon. He was delighted to find that you were still staring up at him, waiting for something, so he offered his hand, “May I have this dance?”

“You may..” you slipped your hand into his once more. Stepping forward, into his space. The sharks dispersed and from then on the two of you danced and danced and danced. He may have gotten enthralled in the way you were able to snag the lead out from under him. It was like a parry of back and forth. It was fun. He was having fun. Which inevitably brought him back down when he felt your hips at his, his attention immediately shifting to the handgun that dug into his waist. You didn’t notice though, breathing a bit heavier as the songs flew by, you smile bright as ever. It was time to end this.

So when the song ended this time around, Donatello’s arm secured itself around your middle as he drew you close, whispering in your ear for you to follow. You obliged him. It seemed his plan to woo had succeeded. He noticed eyes following after you, glares thrown his way. He almost wished someone would follow, to make this a little harder. To prolong the inevitable. Up a marble staircase and down a hallway, you allowed him to pull you outside on a balcony. You sighed out in a long exhale, the chill of the air was a welcome feeling to the heat you had gathered whilst inside.

Donatello watched as you left his side, leaning out and over the railing, New York’s ever-present lights giving you a dazzling view. Now that he was outside, he felt his mission was coming to a close. He didn’t want to waste any more time than he already had. So he reached for his weapon, fixing his features into a cold stone stare. Your back still turned to him, you spoke out towards the city, “You never did ask for my name,”

“I know who you are.” Donatello stated squarely as he lifted his arm, gun ready and aimed. When you turned to finally face him, you didn’t seem surprised. His earlier paranoia rang true, so you had known who he was. You had danced with a killer. Your killer. He wondered briefly if you just liked to flirt with death or if you were just accepting your fate. He fired. Then he fired again. Two resounding clicks could be heard against the background of flowing traffic. He shot a third time and watched as you smiled a slow triumphant grin. “Surprised?” You questioned as you held up his magazine that held his ammo. The bullets. Lifting your dress, you revealed a black strap circling your upper thigh. Pulling up a strikingly similar gun to his own, you loaded his bullets into the chamber with practiced perfection. He huffed, more of a laugh. He had a million thoughts going through his head, but the one on his forefront was this: he had been set up.

He lunged forward, a suppressed shot sounded as he dodged and you shot again, amusement dancing in your eyes as he pranced before you. “I don’t think you know me, though I know you, Donatello~” you all but purred as he rushed forward, pushing the gun up as you fired for a third time. “So either I was played or someone wants us both dead.” Donnie clutched your wrist tightly. You raised your other hand in surrender, “my thoughts exactly.. the latter for your information.” He let his hand squeeze your wrist with warning before letting his hand trail down your arm. “I propose a plan, work with me Othello, two is better than one.” You winked flirtatiously. Donatello chuckled, licking his lips in contemplation at the idea of working with you. “Only since you won’t slow me down,” he said offhandedly.

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