#purple crank boy

[kitten4sannie]

ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʙᴏʏꜱ4ʏᴏᴜ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

pairing: camboy! yunho x fangirl! reader (fem)

genre: camming au, fluff (lowkeyy), humor, smut

summary: dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

w.c: 3.9k

warnings: switch! yunho, switch sub leaning! reader, there’s some sub 4 sub vibes in this, monster cock yunho, yunnie’s got piercings, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, edging, use of a cock ring/golden retriever butt plug >:3), teasing, pet names (baby, kitty, kitten, etc), reader calls yunho puppy/pup and he loves that shit, dirty talk, lots of praise, some degradation, kissing, toy usage, nipple play (f/m), squirting, breeding kink, rough unprotected sex, cumming in mouth, snowballing, these losers lowkey fall in love <3

a/n: shoutout to felix @yourfatherlucifer for allowing me to build on your camboy yunho fic idea :3 you're such a genius for that concept <3 so yeah there’s not enough whimpering baby boys with monster cocks in fics i swearrr (if you know of any pls send them my way ><) so i decided to offer my contribution,, more like cumtribution am i right?? *crickets* anygays i had way too much fun with this one skjdhf you'll see what i mean >3< i hope you enjoy ~~

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ᴘʀᴇᴠ | ꜰꜰꜰ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

You've never missed a single stream from your favorite camboy goodboy_99, always willing to pull up his stream after a long day at work no matter how tired you were, never opposed to cranking one out in his honor. You sent him a countless amount of coins throughout your obsession, picking out new options from his personal menu, never tired of seeing him act them out with a cute little smirk on his face and your username gracing his pretty pierced lips. 

At first, you were a silent viewer, just concerned with getting yourself off, but then somewhere along the line, you began to leave lots of comments in the live chat, though they were more akin to sexts, and for some odd reason, Yunho paid more attention to yours, instead of the numerous other ones. Maybe it was because you were his number one fan, or perhaps, just perhaps, it was because he was into you too, but you assumed that was just your delulu mind at play. 

Regardless, here you were, sitting with your legs spread in your computer chair, a vibrator on your clit, and your eyes glued on the bright screen that was showcasing your beloved camboy in a similar position: his thighs spread open in his gaming chair, his pretty flushed face contorted in pleasure, fucking himself dumb with a purple pocket pussy, the base of his thick cock constricted with an even thicker cock ring. 

“Aaah, haaah…W-who made me put on this cock ring, huh? It won’t let me cum, guys, c’monnn, lemme cum,” Yunho whined out, a few beads of sweat dripping past his dyed black and red bangs down to the leather dog collar around his neck, giving his webcam a small pout, begging his viewers with his big brown eyes. 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ᴏᴍɢ

➵ ʜɪᴍʙᴏ4ʏᴏᴜ: ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ. ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ

You brought one hand to your keyboard, pressing the rounded side of the large vibrator directly into your clit with the other, making you shudder and jolt, your fingers rapidly pressing into the keys. You’ve been in this exact position so many times before, you knew you couldn’t possibly cum until you saw Yunho fall apart in front of your straining eyes. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴅᴏ ᴜ ᴡɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋ3 ᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ɴ0ᴡ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʏ?

Yunho giggled softly at your typos, running a hand through his sweaty hair, causing it to fall back down onto his forehead, spreading his thighs just a little wider. “Yes, fuck, I’m going to cum all over myself for you, baby.” He pressed his fingers into his aching balls, feeling how sensitive they were, before he slowly slid the cock ring up and off of his leaking cock. “I’ve been edging myself for so longgg, god, it's gonna feel so good.”

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʟᴜᴠʀ: ɢᴜʏꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʀᴇᴅ ʀɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴜᴍꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜꜱ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ꜰʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ,, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴍᴀɴ ᴄʀʏʙᴀʙʏ

Yunho arched his back off of the chair, holding the vibrator near the base of his cock, the vibrations sending endless waves of arousal through his jolting body, the silver chain links hanging from his collar rattling against his drool-stained chest, soft, staccato moans echoing from his drooling mouth, on the edge of ecstasy, but not quite getting there. “Fuck, m’ so close, so close, so close…”

About to catapult into ecstasy yourself, you found it in you to help Yunho reach his much-needed orgasm, rapidly clicking a few options on the webpage. It was the least you could do after watching him edge himself in various ways for your own entertainment. 

Yunho heard a familiar jingling tone emanate from his computer’s speakers, preventing his eyes from fully rolling back into his skull, instead bringing his attention to his bright monitor, his cock beginning to pulse, a few more beads of pre-cum spilling down the shiny, bright red tip. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ¹⁰⁰⁰ ᴄᴏɪɴꜱ

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴘʟꜱ ᴄᴜᴍ 4 ᴍ3 ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ 

Yunho received a hefty dono from his favorite viewer, got a cute request from them, and got called puppy all at the same time? It was simply too much for a baby boy like him to handle, especially after being teased and edged by his dear audience for so long. “Cumminggg, oh my god, m’ cumming so hard,” Yunho moaned out, dropping the vibrator from his cock, just letting it hang at his side, his thighs jolting each time his veiny cock twitched up into his heaving abdomen. “F-uuuck…” Long spurts of milky liquid splattered onto his straining abs, some shooting across one of his pierced nipples, some of it even gracing his pretty, glistening parted lips. Yunho didn’t even realize he managed to cum inside his own mouth until he tasted the bitterness on his tongue when he swallowed his drool down. “Holy fuck, you guys, I just swallowed my own cum…I should’ve just aimed for my mouth the whole time…Mm, remind me next stream.” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇ

➵ ꜰᴀɴʙᴏʏ4ᴛᴇᴇᴢ: ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴘɪᴄᴀꜱꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴋᴋᴋᴋ

The visual and physical stimulation you were providing yourself proved to be almost lethal, dropping your now silent vibrator onto the carpet below, hunched over in your chair, resting the side of your sweaty cheek on your cat paw mouse pad, your twitching, tingling fingers gently pressing into your keyboard. “He looks so pretty…” you whispered to yourself, hearts forming inside your glistening eyes.

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ʟᴜᴠ ᴡᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜ ᴄᴠᴍ ʏᴜɴɴɪ3 ,, ᴜʀ ꜱ0 ᴄᴜᴛᴇᴇᴇᴇ

Yunho slid his long, slender fingers through the puddles of cum splayed across his chest, bringing them up to his lips, sucking it off of them, his hooded eyes accompanying his curled lips, looking like a mischievous puppy. “If you love seeing me cum so much, Kitty, then you should see it in real life, doncha’ think?”

“Huh?” you reacted, suddenly sitting up straight, your eyes and mouth wide open, wondering if you had nutted so hard, you were having auditory hallucinations. 

While licking the remaining saltiness from his lips, Yunho’s smirk grew wider. “You heard me. Since you’re my biggest supporter, I thought I’d fly you out to join me in a stream. Whaddaya think?” He just sat there, looking smug as hell, confident in himself and his decisions, his heart pounding away inside his chest. 

As you sat there in disbelief, factory resetting in silence, Yunho turned his attention to the rapidly moving live chat, giggling a bit. “That's a pretty hot idea, huh, guys? Wanna watch us fuck each other stupid?”

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜꜱᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʙᴏʏꜱʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅᴍʏʟɪꜰᴇ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴛ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ

The rest of the chat had an overwhelmingly positive response, further egging on Yunho’s insane idea and your urge to pack up your bags right then and there. You still weren’t sure if you had fallen into a coma or if this was your reality, but regardless, you hit enter on your poor keyboard. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴜ ʙᴛʀ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 4 ᴜ ♡

You landed a critical hit on Yunho’s heart when your highlighted comments popped up on his screen, causing him to cover his face and spin around in his chair, tiny giggles escaping his throat. He peeked at his webcam through his fingers, whining, “Hurry up, Kitty, I'm waiting!”

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Taking a flight over to him wasn’t too difficult, but what was incredibly difficult was standing with your luggage outside of Yunho’s apartment in an outfit you took hours deliberating over, left to your own devices, which meant that your brain would go over all the reasons why he would send you home as soon as he opened the door. 

Before you could get even more sweaty just from standing there, the door swung open. Yunho’s face suddenly froze, his eyes growing wide, resembling marbles and beginning to sparkle. He just stood there staring at you, taking in all of you, wanting to etch it into his memory. 

“H-hi, Yunnie, I’m Kitty, well, Y/N, heh,” you squeaked out, dropping your bag on the ground to give him a shy wave, your lips quirking up into a nervous smile. “Y-you look even cuter in person.” 

“You’re the cute one here, silly.” Yunho giggled softly, immediately stepping past his doorframe to pull you into a hug, burying you in his oversized dual-colored sweater. “I’m so happy I can finally meet you, Y/N,” he whispered near your ear, rubbing your lower back with his large hand. “We’re gonna have so much fun together…” 

Once he pulled away, you almost melted into the floor, your knees feeling a bit weak, still able to give him a big, goofy smile. “So much fun,” you echoed, your flushed face matching Yunho’s bright red ears. 

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After spending a bit more time together just hanging out around Yunho’s apartment and taking time to talk about whatever, including a discussion about your sexual experiences and limits, your walls seemed to drop all together, realizing he was just as chill, and just as perverted, in real life as he was during his streams. Your heart still raced over the smallest things, but that was for a different reason. Your body was practically vibrating as well, but that also had a different cause, a far more explainable one. 

“So,” Yunho began, gently running his thumbs over your knuckles, licking at the piercing on the side of his bottom lip. “Should we go live now?” He squeezed your hand slightly, leaning in to drown you with his intense gaze. “Are you in the mood to play, baby?” 

You couldn’t possibly tell him that you were essentially the human embodiment of Niagara Falls, having to squeeze your thighs together as much as you could to keep your arousal from dripping down your inner thighs past your short skirt. “I really wanna play with you, Yunnie,” you replied, gently placing your hand on his knee, your fingers moving past his ripped jeans to make contact with his warm skin. 

“Then, let’s play, Kitty.” Blushing and returning your sweet smile, Yunho reached up to caress your cheek lovingly, before standing up to turn his webcam on and start up a new stream. 

Yunho sat down in his spacious chair, making sure his pretty guest of honor stood in front of him for the time being as his faithful viewers showed up in the chat in large waves, eventually holding his hands out near you like he was presenting a prize. “Here she is, everyone!” He gave the webcam a playful smile past your shoulder, coaxing you to sit comfortably inside his large lap, his hand going up to pet your head, which you nuzzled into, the small bell collar he put on you earlier jingling a bit. “My Kitty finally arrived for playtime.” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴏᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ??? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ???

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏɢʀʟ: ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴜɪɴɢ

“Now, c’mon Kitty, show everyone how excited you are to be here,” Yunho purred near your ear, reaching around you to grab your thighs, gently pulling them open as you spread them fully out yourself. 

With your thighs trembling, you revealed the bright pink vibrator you’ve had lodged inside you for the past hour, your cunt already so slicked up with arousal that the toy threatened to slip out of you if you didn’t keep clenching around it. “So full…” 

“Do you see, everyone? See how good I treat my guests?” Yunho asked his audience, making a downwards V over the top of your cunt, rubbing his fingers along your folds, making sure to stimulate your clit at the same time. “I watched her shove this toy up her cute little pussy earlier…She’s been walking around my apartment with it inside ever since like a good little slut.” 

➵ ᴅᴏɴᴛʟᴏᴏᴋᴀᴛᴍᴇ: ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ɪᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴡᴋ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴍᴍᴍ

Moaning at the feeling of Yunho pulling the toy out and slipping it back inside your hole, you leaned your head back into his chest, his stiff cock pressing into your ass, your hands moving back to play with his hair. “Wanna touch you too, puppy…” 

“I know you do, Kitty. You’ll get to put your hands all over me in a second, I promise.” Yunho nuzzled your cheek, giving it a gentle lick that made you shiver, pulling the toy out agonizingly slow, inch by inch, drawing a long moan from your lips. He slipped both of his arms around you, bringing his hands down to spread you open with his thumbs, your clenching cunt on display for every single one of his viewers to drool over. “Look at this pretty kitty’s hole, everyone. So pink, so wet, so ready to use, huh?” 

His follower and viewer count hit a sudden spike, making the both of you giggle to each other. Yunho then lifted one of your thighs up onto the chair, spreading his own thighs open a bit just in time for a golden retriever tail to become visible fo his viewers, his ass comfortably filled with one of his favorite plugs. “Kitty watched me put this in after she filled herself up. It slipped in so easily too, and my sweetheart got so wet, but I told her she couldn’t cum until you guys got to see. Aren’t I the best, guys?” His chat sped up a little faster, the majority of people talking in all caps, making Yunho chuckle.

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɢᴜʏꜱ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ 

➵ ᴅᴏɢʙᴏʏ: ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ ᴜꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

When you whimpered and nudged him for his attention, Yunho nodded knowingly with his cheek against yours, nuzzling it. “Oh, I know, baby. You’ve been so good letting that toy fill you up for so long, but you need more. Is that right? You need puppy’s cock in your breeding hole, don’t you?” he teased you in a low, pouty voice, rubbing your wetness around your clit with one hand, using his other hand to push the vibrator in and out of your clenching cunt, going faster and faster until you began to cry out.

“Yes, puppy, please, I can’t take it…!” you voiced desperately, jolting against Yunho’s body, about to scream when he pressed the rounded end of the vibrator to turn it up even higher, your thighs beginning to shake. “Oh my god, i’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, Kitty, cum for everyone….” Yunho squeezed your clit roughly, simultaneously jamming the vibrator into you at such a velocity that you screamed, your arousal starting to pour out of you, the clear liquid getting onto Yunho’s thighs and the chair below. Yunho groaned at the sight, using his hand to rub your juices around just to hear how wet it was, moaning, “Oh, fuckkkk, look at that, Kitty’s making such a mess for us.” He brought his dripping fingers to his drooling mouth, eagerly sucking your cum off of them. “Did that feel good, kitten?”

“So good…” Feeling Yunho’s rock-hard cock throbbing against your lower back, you squirmed around against him, turning your head to look at him, still panting softly from your ear ringing orgasm. “Wanna make you feel good too, pup, with my breeding hole…”

“Oh, yeah?” Yunho nosed your neck, licking a stripe up your neck past your collar to make you shiver, looking you straight in the eye afterward. “Wanna squeeze around me, baby? Feel how big I am inside your tiny little cunt?”

You reached up to caress his hair, gently tugging on it, your eyes full of desperation for your favorite streamer. “Please. Want you to stuff me with your cock. Wanna make you cum from how tight I am for you.”

Yunho unknowingly began to rut against you, leaving streaks of pre-cum on the small of your back. “That’s my slutty little kitty…so eager to be filled by her puppy…” He reached back around you to spread your hole open once again for the camera, looking at his webcam with hazy, hooded eyes. “What do you think, chat? Should I fuck this kitty full of my pups?”

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡᴡᴡᴡᴡᴡ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇꜱ

Unable to take Yunho’s teasing anymore, you quickly stood up, wobbling slightly, before you sat back in his lap, this time facing him, the both of you struggling with his joggers to pull his cock out, already grinding yourself along it when it was finally free, the slippery ridge of his silicone cock ring supplying you extra pleasure. “Need you, Yunnie,” you whimpered, pulling at his collar to bring his parted lips onto yours, your tongues joining in the middle. 

Yunho moaned into your mouth, swiveling the chair to the side so that his viewers could still get a good look at your shared desperation, his cock starting to throb steadily against your slick cunt when you began to suck on his tongue — though the whining and whimpering noises Yunho was known for didn’t start until you began to rub and flick at his pierced, hardened nipples from underneath his sweater, his hands diving underneath your own sweater to grope and pull at your tits, eventually moving to your ass to squeeze it, your hips lifting up slightly so that he could tease your entrance with his leaking cockhead. 

You moved your hips back slightly so that you could reach down, grabbing at the base of his tail and moving it around experimentally until Yunho began to gasp for air, figuring you were rubbing against his prostate. “Does that feel good, puppy? Am I hitting the right spot?”

“S-so good, makes me wanna fuck you, kittennn, wanna fuck you dumb on my cock. Can I, please?” Yunho suddenly begged you, fucking himself back on the plug that you continued to maneuver around inside him, not hesitating to give you the most adorable, lust-drunk pouty face you’ve ever witnessed in your life. 

“Yes, puppy, please, please, please fuck me,” you answered just as desperately, ruffling his soft, slightly damp hair, letting go of his tail to wrap your arms around his neck.

Yunho quickly swiveled the chair back to its original position so that your ass and throbbing cunt was on full display from behind, using two fingers to spread your open for him, slowly guiding his thick cock inside you inch by inch, until he completely bottomed out, resulting in a blissful sigh from the both of you. “Look at you, kitten, so fucking full of my cock. I’m gonna fuck your brains out,” he groaned, his large hands encasing your hips, immediately jack hammering himself into you like he was using a fleshlight, your joined bodies creating a lewd symphony of slick sounds.  

Yunho rammed himself into you so roughly, you couldn’t do anything else except take it, bouncing on his monstrous cock over and over again, the tip of it repeatedly forming a bulge inside your stomach that only Yunho could see, throbbing inside you from the sight of it. “So good, it’s so good, Yunnie, love your cock…!” 

“Love your wet cunt, Kitty, love how tiny you are, like you’re gonna break just from getting pounded into by my puppy cock,” he moaned back, gripping your ass so hard, your flesh squished through his strong fingers, still driving you down onto his cock like you were made for him, for his pleasure. “Makes me wanna stuff you full of my litter….”

“A-aaah, but puppy likes being edged with his cock ring, doesn’t he? It feels so much better like this, yeah?” you huffed out, reaching behind you to squeeze one of his intensely swollen balls, receiving a high-pitched, pleasured moan from your playmate.

“Feels so fucking good, Kitty,” Yunho agreed, mindlessly kicking the speed of his thrust game into hyper-drive, mindlessly fucking himself into you so roughly, so sloppily, his cock almost slipped out a few times, requiring him to hold you down by your hips. “Your pussy’s clenching so hard around me, baby, it’s so tight for me…Feels like you’re gonna cum…”

“Yeah, gonna cum, puppy, feels too–aaah-good…!” 

Yunho locked his arms around your waist, his hips never faltering, his veiny length rubbing along your inner walls in just the right way, making you cry out. He pressed his lips onto your ear, slipping his hand in between your sweaty bodies to rapidly rub your stiff clit, purring, “Good girl, cum for me, kitten. That’s right, baby, squirt on my cock…” 

When you came, you came hard, your arousal leaking out around his slippery cock, your body jolting as each wave of pleasure coursed through you, resting your head on his shoulder, his sweater slipping down it. Once you recovered, Yunho pressed his lips against yours, whispering words of praise, among other things that his audience couldn't hear until you slowly lifted yourself off of him. 

“I think it’s time to make our good puppy cum, don’t you think, guys?” you asked his webcam, walking around Yunho’s chair to stand behind it, running your hands down his body, reaching for his twitching cock, slipping your closed fist up and down it until you made Yunho whimper pathetically, tears forming inside his eyes, causing the already rapidly moving chat to go completely ape-shit. 

➵ ᴡʏɴɢ: ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ���ᴅɢᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴄʀʏ

➵ ꜱɴ: ɴᴏᴏᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ɪᴛ :(

You continued to pump his reddened, leaking cock, replicating his incredibly needy facial expression, pouty lips and all, murmuring, “Awww, poor puppy wants to cum so bad, huh?” 

Yunho bucked his hips up into your hand, trying to fuck himself into your closed fist, his abs and muscles straining from his desperation, his ass clenching around his favorite plug, more drool beginning to leave his lips and dribble down his neck to his dog collar. “Please, let puppy cum, wanna cum inside my mouth like a dirty boy,” he babbled out, tears overtaking his vision once the pain of edging himself for so long began to overtake the pleasure on his almost orgasm. 

“Mm, then be good and cum, puppy,” you replied sweetly, suddenly slipping the pre-cum drenched cock ring off of Yunho and bringing it up to his mouth, watching him lap up the clear liquid off of it without you even having to ask. “Such a naughty boy, so good for us, aren’t you?”

“So good, Kitty, m’ so good,” Yunho echoed, running his hands up and down your forearms for his own comfort, practically panting like an actual dog would, his bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. “Gonna cum so hard…” 

“Cum so hard for us, Yunnie, come on, that’s it….” Leaning yourself over his shoulder, you used both hands to milk his long, heavy cock, driving loud, whiny moans out of him, along with spurt after spurt of milky cum, watching the way he caught the stream of it on his lolled-out tongue. Yunho tilted his head back, looking up at you with teary, glazed-over eyes, making a small noise, clearly wanting to share himself with you. 

Without hesitation, you pulled him by the collar, pressing your mouth onto his, his tongue slipping inside it almost instantly, lazily swapping his hot cum and saliva with you, the both of you swallowing the combination down with ease afterwards, your hands caressing one another’s sweaty faces. After a shared gaze of affection, Yunho pressed a kiss onto your nose, making you blush harder than you had the whole night. 

When the post-nut clarity hit him, Yunho sat up a bit in his chair, giving his webcam a variety of hearts using his hands. “Thank you all for tuning in for this special stream, everyone! Love you!” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀᴡ ɢᴏᴅ

➵ ᴘᴜᴘ: ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ

➵ ᴡʏ: ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴄʜᴇʀ

➵ ꜱɴ: ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ♡

As soon as Yunho turned his webcam off, he brought you into a tight, comforting hug, nuzzling the side of your head with his own. “You did so good, Y/N…That was amazing, this is amazing…” 

You hugged him back just as tight, your heart fluttering, wondering if it was all just physical between the two of you or if there was something else blossoming behind the lens of the webcam. “I think so too, Yunnie…I just…” You began to pull back, causing Yunho’s happy expression to drop a bit. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You didn’t have fun?” he murmured, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. 

“No, it’s not that! I had tons of fun, Yunnie, the most fun I’ve had in a long time…” you reassured him, ruffling his damp dyed hair as gently as possible, smiling at him with your eyes. “I just don’t want to overstay my welcome, you know? So I should probably–”

“No, no, noooo,” Yunho repeated whinily, pulling you back into his arms, nuzzling your neck this time, enveloping you in his comforting scent and warmth. He eventually pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead onto yours, gazing at you, as if he was letting you take a peek at his beating heart through his eyes.  “Stay…?” 

You swallowed harshly to keep your heart from bubbling up into your throat, warmth searing into your cheeks, murmuring, “Are you sure?” 

Yunho bit at his bottom lip, lowering his head slightly so you didn’t have to see just how red he had become, though his bright red ears betrayed him. He eventually looked back into your eyes, swallowing down his nerves. “Y/N, what if…what if told you I was your number one fan too? What would you say then?” 

With your heart hammering away inside your chest, you pulled yourself together just enough to softly press your lips against his. You smiled up at him afterwards, caressing his cheek, your eyes twinkling with adoration for your favorite puppy boy. “Does that answer your question? Or do you need another?”

Yunho pouted cutely, just about ready to melt inside your arms. “Another.”

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[trashmouth-richie]

♔ 𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍: 𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊

♔eddie x female reader (lilith au)

♔ tw: 18+ minors get fucked. as all of the lilith au—can be read as a stand alone fic, nicknames, voyeurism? nude in public, driving while receiving head, driving while fooling around sexually, mentions of hickies.

♔a hot summer day calls for a drive out of hawkins out of indiana, but when your boy toy looks as delicious as Eddie does, you can’t keep your hands (or mouth) to yourself

more lilith here

“What does she say in that movie?” 

  Examining your neck in the mirror of Eddie’s visor, your fingernails poke the purpling marks adorned with deep swelled red pocks from his teeth. Some faded, others fresh and still slicked with your lover’s spit. 

  A joint burning fresh extends across the center console to share with you from ringed hands, nudging your bare shoulder with knuckles that were scuffed and scabbed over. 

  “Shit, not sure princess,” Eddie mouths around a cloud of smoke, “that cheesy musical?” 

  Taking the joint you flip the visor up, cranking the window down a few more notches before putting your painted toes on the dash, one foot on the vent. 

  “Something about looking like a leper, anyway, these….” you say pointing to the string of hickies on your neck, “are the prettiest necklaces I’ve ever owned.” 

  Eddie smiles a wicked grin, barely able to contain control of the steering wheel at you admiring his handiwork. 

  He was covered in marks from you as well, pink scratches down his chest and back, a permanent swell on his bottom lip from the way you sucked and bit on it, teasing him whenever you could. 

  He winks and nearly growls, “it’s a collector’s item, one of a kind, baby.” 

  “count me rich then, how much further?”  

  “Border is coming up I think,” he reaches his arm towards you playing with the steel bar between your bare nipple, “I love seeing you like this, but you might wanna put some clothes on.”

  It was hot in the van, hotter yet after Eddie had enough of your teasing tongue on his earlobe and decided to pull over for a quickie on an abandoned road. Pounding you raw until tears split from your eyes. 

  You were sitting completely naked, pussy bare as you fiddled and finagled with the air conditioning levers. “It’s so hot, and I’m sweaty, clothes are staying off… or is it bothering you?” 

  Eddie was shirtless as well, his skin sparkling with a sheen of sweat, fresh claw drags across his torso. 

  He grabs for your leg making you swivel in your seat as he pulls it towards, ass cheeks sticking and rubbing on the itchy fabric, “nothing you do bothers me little vixen,” his eyes flutter to you and then his crotch, eyeing you again so you can see the bulge growing in his jeans already, “you know that.” 

  Your eyes hood as you look at him through your lashes, a smirk slithers to your lips, “good.” Shifting sideways in your seat your bare toes rest on his lap, dangerously close to his erection. 

  Cranking the window down the entire way you stretch your arms and head out into the lazy breeze. Your body is on full display for him to feast his eyes on. Resembling a Victorian styled painting. 

  He drank in the way your skin stretched over your ribs as you bent out of the window, chin pointed to the cerulean sky, fingers twirling in the wind. The sun sparked hot against your tits, glinting a hue of seafoam blue from the windshield visor. Neck prickled sweetly with his hickies. 

  Your black painted toes circle around his cock, working him gently with the arch in your foot, a silver ring on your second toe. 

  “Baby, baby, baby…” Eddie groans, shifting himself deeper into the driver's seat.

  The wind chilled your fingers enough to cool you down, they felt like ice on your burning skin as they slithered further down to the warmed wet heat between your legs. 

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he groans as your feet stroke him again and again. 

  Middle finger deep inside of yourself you only smile, spreading your knees apart to show him, “don’t I always?” 

  “Fucking Chriiist,” his arm stretches out over your knee, reaching for any part of you he could without killing you both by going off the road, his lips press tight together when you whine out from your own pleasure. And you can feel his dick kick up, “goddamn sweetheart.” 

  Minutes pass of Eddie glancing between the open road and your fingers feverishly rubbing at your clit and slipping in and out of your slick folds— trying to focus on his task at hand. 

  A pretty little pout crosses your brows, frustration painted on your face, “your fingers are bigger than mine, it doesn’t feel the same.” 

  An idea crosses Eddie’s mind, filthy and genius. 

  “Want me to do it for you, angel?” he half mocks, pushing your feet back to you, “sit up straight.. normal.” 

  You do as your told, legs stretched open with a foot out of the window. His middle and ring finger curl towards your mouth and you open with no hesitation, sucking, tongue rubbing softly on the pads, his blood boils at the warmth from your mouth. 

  Popping his fingers out with a little pop, he works on your clit first. Teasing, rubbing, pinching. Your angelic moans fill the van, music to his ears. When his thick fingers push into you, your eyes roll at the pained pleasure, coloring your vision to a dim onyx, seeing spots. 

  “right there, huh?” Eddie grunts when you gasp and pant his name, “sucking me in deep princess holy shit.” 

  Your release hits fast, gushing over his fingers like a faucet, nipples tweezed between your pinched grip. Eddie encourages you through it, his hot breath steaming up the window, sweat on his brow.

  Opening your eyes, the sun seems like a hot iron poker to your retinas, the blissful high coming down as your body heaves deep breaths, lips pursed. 

  Eddie’s fingers pull out and you groans at the way you’ve coated his fingers, “look at you, making a mess.” 

  “Let me fix it,” you purr before grabbing his hand and wrapping your tongue around his fingers, sucking your taste from them, licking them clean. 

  “Fuck,” Eddie pleads inaudibly, and you only bat your eyelashes and smirk. All hope is lost when your cheeks hollow and you look at him with innocent eyes. 

  “That mouth of yours.. I need it on me, now.” 

  You oblige all to giddily, planting your knees on your seat and leaning over to unthread his belt, licking at the claw marks on his skin as his cock flops out from his boxers in all its veiny glory.  

  A dribble of spit falls from your tongue like honey, trickling on the head of his cock, “should we pull over?” 

  Eddie’s eyes are nearly shut as he holds your chin, “nah, I got it, just need you… please.” His hand rubs down the bare of your back, cupping the fat of your ass, breaching your pussy lips open with his middle finger and you let out a satisfying moan. 

  “You good, baby?” he asks, “so fucking dirty for me.” 

  Pumping him slow with your hand, you lower your mouth to the soft velvet of his cock, sliding him in and out of your mouth, nodding along to his question, and popping off to mutter a gasped, “mm only for you, Eddie.” 

  He cants his hips up to your open mouth, nearly cumming when you gag and slurp him up, bruising your throat. He works his fingers the way you like, stretching you open and going deeper than your own could reach. Your vibrating moans around his length have him squirming in the drivers seat, swerving over the yellow lines and back into the lane again. 

  You cup his balls, rubbing a thumb between them in circular motions, and Eddie yells out. 

  “fuuuuck, take it baby,” his hand falls from the wheel and holds your head down as he cums hard. Coating your throat in his second orgasm in less than an hour, aching sensitivity pulsing through his throbbing cock. 

  Your name falls from his lips like a chanted prayer in a backwoods church, soft and quick. His warm cum stays in your mouth as you suck the soul from him— hungry for more.

  When you pop off of him and tuck him back into place, he looks wrecked, fringe of his bangs frizzy, dripping from sweat,  navel pooling with perspiration. 

  Opening your mouth to show off his spend on your tongue, he about comes undone. It took him a while to get used to this but now he knows you’d never spit, not his girl. 

  Swallowing, and brandishing off your empty mouth, you lick lips like a cat after a meal, “you taste so fucking good, Eddie. How the hell did your previous girlfriends never do that?” 

  “Fuck princess,” Eddie groans, pulling your lip down and watching as the plump flesh thumps back into splace, sending a shiver down your spine, “I dunno, still trying to wrap my head around how I got lucky enough to find someone who loves doing it… fuckin’ won the lottery with you, my little sex addict.” 

  Relighting the joint from earlier, you press your lips to his, shotgunning smoke from your lungs into his mouth, letting his heady taste go from your tongue to his. 

  He inhales and you sit back on the sticky mess you had made earlier, ashing the joint out the window lazily, “only thing I'm addicted to is you.” 

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[risuola]

Please hear me out!

i’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I wanted to write it myself but I can’t write for shit 😭 Here’s my idea, reader (she/her) is close friends with Satoru and Suguru. She takes Suguru’s place instead, and Suguru ends up not going insane, and decides to stick around in Jujutsu High. But because the reader takes his place in this story, she spirals and abandons the idea of being morally good. (She’s a sensitive softie at heart 🥹 the cruel reality of being a sorcerer really took a toll on her). She commits so many crimes that the higher ups urge the strongest duo to finally execute her after dismissing her for nearly a decade. She dies in their hands, and doesn’t get a proper burial. Kenjaku takes her body and uses it as vessel. When Shibuya arc finally unfolds, she shows up right in front of Satoru and Suguru, alive and well. Soon reveals that it’s Kenjaku who has full control of her body. Of course their guilts eats them alive, and the reader (more like kenjaku) rubs salt on their wounds by taunting them about how she’s a great vessel and also a waste that she had to die so soon.

LOST CAUSE — F. READER x GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU, but there’s no romance whatsoever, guest appearance of Kenjaku

cw: an au where SatoSugu have another close friend; spoilers for Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arc and the very beginning of Shibuya arc, so much angst and the usual that comes with JJK – blood, hurt, tears and depression : D also, possibly inaccurate references to the original plot, reader's death — 5,5k words

a/n: I’m hearing you out dear! Thank you for the conception, it certainly fulfilled my need to write long and angsty &lt;3

It was stupid. All of it was stupid. Why? Which decisions led you to where you now stood, all of your mind and body filled with devastation as you stilled in time – above the piles of little corpses, disfigured and permanently contorted in a grimace of dread and suffering. A stench of blood and burned bodies irritated your nostrils, your eyes were teary from all the smoke that still was filling the air and as you looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood and purple goo. Sticky. Repulsive. And the screams. In the dead silence of your surroundings, your head was still filled with an echo of those, who were now dead at your feet. Those, who you were unable to save. The imagery of them running, begging, dying carved itself into your mind. Why were you here, again?

* * *

“Hey, y/n, you’ve lost some weight. Are you alright?”, Satoru asked, playing with pencil that just a moment ago he asked you to throw at him. A showcase of his new skills, the techniques he’s been perfecting for the last year after encountering Toji Fushiguro. You forced a smile, squinting from the blinding sun of the summer at its peak.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, patting Suguru’s shoulder, because his attentive eyes were scanning you already for any sign of disorder; you could hear his analytic brain cranking up, his golden pupils drilling holes in your head. “I’m good, it’s just too hot you know?”

“Wanna go grab some ice cream later?”

“Always.” No, you didn’t wanna go grab ice cream with them. You didn’t wanna grab anything with anyone for that matter and already you had come up with some half-baked excuse to sell later to your two best friends.

You, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were all in the same year in Jujutsu high. You joined them a little late, but quickly found yourself inside the love triangle with the two boys. You called it love, but it truly was nothing more than just a bonding friendship that you wished will last forever; a really close one and you couldn’t imagine your world without their chaos. They were like brothers to you, the ones you’ve never had and Ieiri was like a sister, but she was smart enough to keep her distance from the mess of SatoSugu. You were not as bright in that matter, but for two years, you couldn’t appreciate enough the yin and yang that they created, the casual bickers and deep talks late at night, the cuddles and pinches, the pats and smacks, the tears and laughs, sleepovers, sleepless nights and everything between. You loved them, you couldn’t think of your future without them.

That’s until not that long ago. Few months, maybe. You felt like you’ve been spiraling slowly into something that could only be named depression, because if not that, then what else? Why would you randomly tear up nowadays, zoning out completely in the midst of sentences. Why would you spend nights, blankly staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, isolating yourself from your friends more and more? And why would you still hear that? The screams, the pleads of hysteric, the soul-tearing sounds of pain and frighten that you’ve been carrying inside your brain since that one mission.

Everything went wrong then, and you were alone. Shoko stayed at the campus, working her way towards becoming a doctor and you, Satoru and Suguru were assigned only to solo missions since the plasma vessel failure. You were strong, it was stated that your year was exceptional, that all of you have a chance to become special grades soon, but you hated that. Being strong came with a burden that you were not ready to take, and when you realized that, most of it was already heaving on your shoulders.

When you got to that school, it was already too late and it wasn’t your fault. You rushed there as soon as you were assigned with the job, but when you dropped the curtain and looked at the building, there was already smoke coming from the window holes, that some time earlier had glass in them. And when you kicked your way inside the little indoor sports arena, the view struck you in ways you couldn’t possibly prepare yourself for and certainly, you couldn’t process it as well. The school was primary, those people were just kids, but the curses pay no mind to age of their victims. This one was particularly playful – or rather, eagerly violent – spreading hellfire around, burning these children alive one by one, causing chaos, suffering and bloodshed. When you finished exorcising it, it was over. For the curse, for your job and for the lives of all of those children. None survived. Not even one.

Not always we can save everyone, Suguru always told you, rationalizing the sacrifices sorcerers have to make and you tried to repeat that in your head when you got out. You tried to play it over the screams, but eventually, the soft tone of your friend’s voice got lost in the catastrophic cacophony of sorrow, sizzling skin and burning death. And that, maybe wouldn’t be enough for you to lose your mind. Maybe you could recover from that, but soon after the incident you witnessed the group of people that stood behind the assault. A band of grown humans, men and women, who were convinced some of those children were possessed by devils or some other shit, so in all hypocrisy known to race, they hired a curse user to fight fire with fire. Quite literally. Those people were so blinded by their fear of unknown that they sacrificed lives of dozens of little children, they shattered so many innocent lives only because they believed in something absurd. And then, they tried to push the blame on you, on sorcerers despite the fact they hired one to do the dirty job. And then, they killed the user, fearing him too. When you’ve got to see the body of a sorcerer that you’ve never got to meet, or at least you thought so, you realized that probably, you wouldn’t recognize him anyway. You’ve seen corpses barely reminiscing of humans, twisted and broken as curses often chose the most petrifying, violent ways of killing, but this? This was something you’ve never seen before – a cruel, ruthless exhibition of pure hate, evidence of deliberate torture, the picture painted in stabs, burns and bruises. All of which, caused by people, who frankly, showed no remorse nor regret as their faces were painted in pride, origin of which you failed to notice.

Those humans. Used jujutsu to commit mass murder only to blame it on your people and kill them. Animals. No. Worse. Much worse.

“Y/n, please, let’s talk it through,” Suguru tried to reason, as you stood up against the two of your friends, in the middle of Shibuya’s scramble crossing. People were passing next to the three of you, unbothered by the way your worlds were colliding right here, in the busiest part of Tokyo. People didn’t care of others, they wouldn’t react if someone next to them would get stabbed to death, only caring about their own shoes to not get them stained in the dirt of blood.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s not who you are,” Satoru raised his tone, but all you felt was nothing. The emotions you’ve seen on his face were real, you knew it. Satoru wears his heart on his shoulder, he pours everything he feels into the words he aims at people that are close to his soul, and you were no exception, but at this moment, you felt nothing. “I know you couldn’t do that.”

“Couldn’t I?”, you asked, thinking back on the last Friday, during which you executed those same people that used jujutsu sorcerers to wipe the floors of that primary school. To wipe the blood and burned bodies. You remember how they knelt before you, how the women cried begging for their lives, yelping that they have children, families and yet, those same children and families were nowhere in their mind when they ordered a mass murder in the primary school. “And why would that be exactly? Because you two think so?”

“Y/n, I get it,” Geto stepped forward, but stopped as you glanced at him. “I really do. You know me, we talked about it. It was hard for me too after Riko, I know what you’re going through.”

“I know Suguru.”

“I thought you keep his side, y/n,” Gojo threw his hands in the air, helplessly trying to find the words to dress his mind with. “I thought you believe in doing good with your powers. That people won’t understand so we shouldn’t look at them and just do what we do. Wasn’t that what you’ve told me?”

“I did, yes,” you gave it a nod and exhaled. “But it changed. Yes, they won’t understand. Anything that they can’t comprehend is pure evil for them and yet they believe in such absurd like gods. They will use us to do their dirty works and then blame us for it, because they cannot understand a single thing. And then, they will kill us, one by one and we, the strongest, cannot do nothing about it. We’ll have to go through life through the corpses of our friends. People don’t deserve what we do for them.”

“Y/n, please, let’s talk about it. Let’s get back to school-“ Geto tried, but you cut him off.

“You two, get back to school. I know I have a sentence already, there’s no point for me to get back there only to get executed. And frankly, I don’t want to get back there, to take part in what they teach us is right when we die for those people. We give our lives for them and they have no idea,” you said, taking a step back. You could tell the lights will soon switch. “Look around, Satoru, Suguru. They crawl around us unaware of our sacrifice and yet, even if they are so fragile a single blow can kill them, they think we deserve to be killed. I’m not gonna take part in this anymore. I’m sorry.”

“We can’t let you go, you know that, we-“

“Then attack me. I’m sure any of you can take me down. I’d rather die by your hands, than on a job of protecting them.”

You turned your back on them, and Satoru raised his hand, pointing at your silhouette, blue already on his mind as his cursed energy gathered in front of his fingers. Suguru’s curses sprawled out of their dimension, but none of them pursued with the attack, unable to do that. They couldn’t kill you. You were too dear to them. They loved you too much to take your life like this. So they let you go, and soon enough, they lost the sight of you in the crowd.

* * *

Nine years. It's been almost a decade and many things changed. You changed your ways completely, making a point of protecting sorcerers from people, even if that meant killing them, but care for humans was something you’ve lost many years ago, having it slowly replaced by disgust. Your once soft heart turned hard and dark and all the good in you vanished as you time after time solidified your beliefs that humans are simply not worth saving, therefore there was no need to keep them alive the moment they became useless. Over those years, you used those people to your benefit, raising money and gathering intel and then, the second their use to you has become nonexistent, so were them. Blood burned permanent stains on your hands but screams of hurt didn’t phase you at all. Have you become a monster? You might have. But for the lives of sorcerers, it was worth it.

It’s been almost a decade since you’ve been dismissed from jujutsu community for crimes, that over those years piled up rapidly and during this time, both Satoru and Suguru tried to stay out of this, whilst Yaga turned a blind eye to the corrupted path one of his students went down by. The now principal felt responsible for not doing enough, for not saying enough, for not noticing soon enough and though the rest of his students, now teachers in Jujutsu high told him that some things were inevitable, it wasn’t that easy to switch off the thinking. Same went for both the strongest, but for years, they waited in hopes for something to change.

That was until you killed someone seemingly important. A politician of sorts, high government pawn that you learned was funding a unit of so-called sorcerer killers, ones that modelled after Toji Fushiguro in cold blood were meant to take down a menace that jujutsu users were, as if it was them who were the ones to fear. Opposite to little no-one’s deaths, this one was loud, this one was medial and this one, Yaga couldn’t let slip. So, an order was given.

Kill on sight.

Almost ten years, and yet Satoru still couldn’t believe what happened. Whilst young, the three of you were almost inseparable and you, out of the whole group, were the most sensitive person he knew. You were soft and full of smiles, kind above all else and yet, you were strong enough to hold back the tears he knew were threatening to roll down your cheeks on many occasions. You were soothing, an oasis that was easily able to turn any darkness into light, and what Satoru couldn’t forgive himself was that once that same darkness started devouring you, he didn’t notice. Too focused on his own missions, on lighthearted shenanigans, on perfecting his usage of limitless and six eyes, he had no idea about your state of mind and when he realized, you have already been sentenced. Suguru didn’t notice either. Or maybe didn’t want to notice, because you talked through many nights about the doubts you both had. He knew about the utter devastation that was slowly consuming your soul but hoped you’ll overcome it, because you always were a sunshine, and a sunshine couldn’t die down to shadows. Turned out, this shadow was pitch black and no light made its way through it.

“Y/n,” they called you and the beautiful music that their voices created brought back memories of your youth. Ten years, almost, had passed since you’ve seen your best friends the last time, and with curiosity sparkling through your system, you turned to face them.

“Satoru, Suguru,” addressing them, your lips curved up slightly in a manner of soft joy. Your heart fluttered at the sight; your pulse raised just as it would for person who’s just seen the love of their life. “Long time no see.”

“It’s not as pleasurable as we would like it to be, y/n,” Suguru sighed and you took a moment to absorb the view.

Both of them changed. Suguru, still tall and broad, seemingly even buffier than he was before stood there with his hair now longer and partially knotted and partially left loose on his back. His facial features sharpened, jaw got more edge to it, eyes turned more narrow and focused, but still, some softness remained from what you remembered and probably he would seem even more familiar if not for the tough expression he had going on. Satoru, right next to him, became even taller. His white hair was now pointing up, kept by a white wrap that completely covered his eyes – something that he probably adapted during the time of usage of his six eyes. Not much of his face you could see, but with ease you noticed his features matured. Both were dressed in uniforms that you could only tie to their unbreakable bond with Jujutsu high.

“You’re now teachers, the two of you, huh?”, you asked, smiling softly, but keeping their moves in mind. “I’ve heard this year’s students are exceptional, now it makes sense. Good they have such amazing senseis.”

“You could have been one of the teachers too,” Gojo snapped.

“How could I teach anyone something I don’t believe in?” a chuckle rumbled deep in your chest as you thought of the image. Abstraction of it made you amused. “How’s Shoko? Is she a doctor now?

“She is,” Geto muttered, unsure why is he answering your questions. “Yaga is the principal.”

“Oh, is he? Look at him, climbing up that ladder,” you laughed, “so, it’s on his orders that you two are here?”

“You killed a fucking politician, y/n,” Satoru spoke, sounding calm but you could tell his blood was boiling. Both of his hands hidden in his pockets were visibly clenched in fists and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew his brows were furrowed. “Almost a decade we allowed you to do whatever you tried to do, but this time, higher ups stepped in. The sentence is decided, we cannot let you pursue your goals further.”

“And why are you both here? I’m sure just one amazing special grade would be enough,” there was a certain amount of poison in your words, though it wasn’t directed at your friends and both of them knew it. “Are the higher ups so desperate to get me off the board because it’s them who give green lights to those assholes that kill us? Did you know that that pathetic politician I’ve killed was in midst of creating an army of little Toji Fushiguros? How do you think he even knew about the dude, huh?”

“An army of Toji?”

“Yeah, remember that guy, that cut both of you into slices? Yea, that one. And who’s giving away the cursed tools to said army? Well, it’s not me and I assume not any of you as well.”

 “Y/n,” Suguru made his way to the side in what seemed like an attempt on surrounding you, because in that same moment, Satoru began shifting to the other side. “I agree with you. People don’t deserve what we do. But no one else can do it. You’re killing those whom we swore to protect.”

“Tell me, Suguru… how many bodies of our friends did Shoko cut open?” you asked and the question made the dark-haired man tsk. It was the truth that hurt the most, he hated how precisely it hit the spot. “How many of our allies were spread across her metal table after Haibara was there? Well, half of Haibara?”

“That’s not the point,” Satoru scoffed and with an exhale, he raised his hand up to loosen up the bandages around his eyes. “We die just as people die. Sorcerers are not above death. You know that, right?”

“We’re not above that, but we are above people and we risk our lives, which we just like them have only one of, for them. And they fuckingstep on it. If I have to pick who’s gonna die from a curse, why would I pick a sorcerer, when a loss of a mere human will be much less tangible than the loss of one of us?”

“Because they cannot protect themselves from curses, and we can.” Geto replied and in a whiff, you felt the appearance of his curses around him. Both him and Gojo were getting ready for a fight, so you had to get ready as well.

“But can we really protect ourselves from them?”, you glared back at him; your tone calm but laced with icicles that pierced through Suguru’s mind as he struggled to see you inside of you.

All of the softness he had always equated you with dissolved into something he couldn’t quite place. Image of you killing someone just for the sake of killing somehow couldn’t materialize inside his mind and it pained him, breaking his heart to think that he will be the reason of your death. And it’s true that probably, just one of them would be enough for that fight, but there was no way they would be able to chose and no one else could do it. You were the strongest, you grew into a special grade quickly after leaving and your technique proved to have no flaws or holes. You were a threat above abilities of others, stepping down only to the two of your friends, if not being equal to them.

“Let’s do it quickly, Suguru,” Satoru sighed, tucking his wraps into one of his pockets.

“Oh, where’s your playful attitude, Satoru?”, you teased, but somehow it hurt you as well. It was your friend you were talking to. Both of them, that came here to kill you and only way for you to get out of it was to kill them.

And killing them, turned out, you couldn’t do. Even hurting them came with difficulty not physically, but mentally. But you fought them both at the same time, keeping a defensive stance, searching for an opening to vanish. From them, you wished to run away, to not make them take the burden of your death because you could see it in their eyes, you were just as dear to them still, as they were to you. But they left you no opening to run away, so you fought. Using everything you’ve got to immobilize them, because instead of taking their lives, that would give you more time.

The way you stood against them, with your cursed technique of energy manipulation, it gave them the hardest time since Toji, and considering they were both taking part in the fight now, ten years after and significantly stronger, just showed how much work you’ve put into your own development. And with pride you noticed, how strong both of your friends became as well. You countered all of their attacks, slashed away the curses and blocked the blues and reds, albeit it really was a matter of time and you knew that. And so, you pushed through, materializing in your hands weapons made from pure, solidified cursed energy, using swords and needles and creating armor around your body that effectively, shielded you from any attack. Your weapon was different from cursed tools. It was made only from energy, strong and unbendable, changing shapes and forms as you deemed it necessary, allowing you to use it in close combat and on long distances. Any curses Suguru summoned stood no chance against what you wielded, but the sheer amount of them was just short of overwhelming you. On top of that, Satoru’s constant offensive, his fists saturated in limitless abilities, the sheer strength of both bodies that were attacking you, slowly rendered you weaker. And it didn’t surprise you.

The end has come when one of the curses stopped you mid-way, engaging in a fight that distracted you enough for a hollow purple to reach your body. The blast threw you away as your body pierced through three buildings straight, through thick concrete bocks and hard steel reinforcements like it was tearing through wet paper and it’s only thanks to the full body coverage of your cursed technique, that it didn’t kill you on the spot. But it hurt. All of your body felt broken once you finally stopped, back pressed against the wall that still cracked underneath the impact of your frame hitting it. Blood covered your vision and a cough shook your body with painful wave overtaking your entire nervous system.

“So that’s the infamous hollow purple, huh?”, you muttered, leaning your head back against the cold solid behind you. There wasn’t much in your body that wouldn’t be fractured at least, you could tell without a mistake that your heart was still beating only because of the cursed energy that still circled throughout your frame.

Both men appeared in front of you, jumping from above – Suguru coming from one of his flying curses and Satoru, probably just teleported here.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Gojo whispered, squatting in front of you and Geto followed his motion to level his vision with yours.

“’ts alright, ‘toru,” you muttered, feeling the dizziness taking the best of you. After the hit you took, you were certain not even a genius like Shoko could save you. “Sugu… both so strong.”

Exchanging a quick glance, both sorcerers sat down, on your sides, paying no mind to the puddle of blood underneath you. They took your hands, so small in comparison to theirs, now red and wounded severely, but the pain you couldn’t feel much of anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take this mission for you. Back in our days. It was meant to be mine, but I was training,” Satoru confessed, squeezing lightly the fractured bones in your palm, reminiscing of the day that was the beginning of your end. The elementary. That day engraved itself in his memory as one of many days that seemingly mattered nothing. Yaga told him about the issue, the curse and fire in school for the youngest, but he brushed it off, focusing all of his mind on perfecting the last touches of his technique. He still remembers how sensei was mumbling profanities, but couldn’t care less because he was that close from teleporting.

“’ts okay, ‘toru.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there either,” Suguru added, his voice barely a whisper as you leaned your head against his shoulder, desperate to ease the heaviness. What Geto remembered from the day in question was that he had an issue with his own technique. Little difficulty, as he was absorbing one of the special grade curses he just caught. It wasn’t severe, it wasn’t even that important, he could have fix this on another time and take the god damn mission, but instead, he declined. “I thought if I don’t take the job, Satoru will, but turned out, it got to you.”

“Sugu, ‘ts ok.”

“Remember how we used to sneak out the dorms to get ice cream in the middle of the night?”, Satoru changed the topic completely – a defensive mechanism to lighten up the mood, to prevent him from crying. And you hummed in response, lowering your heavy lids.

“And how Satoru got drunk after three sips of a beer? That’s when we all knew he’s the lightest head in the history,” Suguru added and faded images of how Gojo discovered that he cannot drink to save his life rushed to the front of your mind.

You had no idea how long it took, was it few minutes or merely few seconds, but you listened to both men rambling above your head, reminiscing of your school days and everything that you did together. Of every prank you witnessed that they took on poor first years, of every little mischief and menace they performed, following Satoru’s lead, because it’s always him who stood tall in the name of chaos. You were humming softer and softer, quieter and quieter.

Until you were not.

“And then we put those cupcakes in Nanami’s bed and-“

“Satoru,” Geto cut him softly, looking down at your stilled frame. At your frozen chest and softened features, sensing no more heartbeat. And Gojo turned his eyes towards you as well, taking in the last picture of you, who he loved as his little sister, even though there was no age gap between you and him. And then they both cried in silence, spending another hour with your dead body before gathering you and taking home.

* * *

October 31, 2018

21:18

Only word that could describe what was happening in Shibuya at this moment would be chaos. Pure disorder, people frightened and running, some unconscious on the ground and some other hiding from what was happening in the Shibuya station. Most of them couldn’t see it but felt the terror, saw the blood, smelled the death in the middle of which, two men were standing.

Both Satoru and Suguru, when they came down here to fight whatever the hell was attacking people, couldn’t move; their heads void of any logical thoughts as memories rushed to the fronts of their minds. Stunned to the core and frozen, they looked into the eyes of the person in front of them, distrusting their own vision. The person that wore the familiar look of you, the energy of you and what seemed like – the same cursed technique, and voice, and face, and hair, and everything. Not one thing betrayed trickery or deception as there you stood, facing them both with a smile on your face – one of those soft ones that had melted their hearts on the spot a decade before. Your features relaxed, genuine, borderline joyous as you breathed the air around them once again.

“What…?”, Suguru snapped first, forcing his own body to move and smacking his friend’s shoulder. “How?”

“Who the hell are you…?”, Satoru whispered, voice stuck in his throat as all of the information that his senses were receiving contradicted with what his soul was telling him.

“Aah? It’s been few months, but do you not recognize me anymore?”, your voice flew through your mouth, the very same gentle and bright tone they used to fall asleep to. “It’s hurting my feelings.”

“Cut it,” Gojo snapped, now putting more pressure on his vocal cords, a groan escaping his throat in effect. “Cut the bullshit, you’re not her. You cannot be her. Y/n is-“

“Dead? Yeah, that purple really messed me up,” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders slightly and stepping forward. “I have to admit, restoring the body wasn’t the easiest of all.”

“Reveal yourself,” Geto took the defensive stance, ready to pursue with attack if needed and his curses floating behind him on standby. “You’re not fooling us.”

“Ah, how stubborn,” another laugh brightened your face, only now more menacing, more teasing as your dainty fingers reached up to gather the lose hair out of your forehead, revealing a line of thin stitches across your skin there. “See, you really did me a favor by burying her body oh-so traditionally. Isn’t that the procedure to burn every deceased sorcerer?” your mouth was moving, spilling the words interlaced with taunt as the, what looked like, thread was pulled out of the horizontal line above your eyebrows and soon after, grabbed by the hair, the top of your head was lifted, revealing the terrifying image of a brain. With mouth of its own.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Oh, I just took what you two threw away,” you replied, slowly putting the upper skull part down on its place, matching the lines as the thread went through the holes by itself, securing the head together. “And I have to thank you for your little sentiment. If not for that, I wouldn’t have my perfect vessel. Ah, but it’s sad, isn’t it? Such a young, pretty girl had to die so early, and more so, killed by her own best friends. What a waste to jujutsu community, don’t you think?”

Both the boys stood there in shock, guilt eating them alive as the salt and acid was being rubbed into the wounds that just opened. The scabs of the past were ripped away, revealing the gushing pain and Satoru growled in anger, realizing that once again, he might have been responsible for what happened to you. This time, Suguru kept up with him in terms of fury, feeling his own blood boiling in his veins, unable to watch your body being possessed like this, used like a toy.

“Y/n, I know you’re there-“ Gojo called, but got stopped quickly by another pilfering laugh.

“Oh, but she’s not. Her soul is long gone and dead. You made sure to have her soul dead, and you have to know I nearly teared up reviewing her memories when I took the body. Such a poignant story, oh, so heartbreaking.” The teasing had no end as more and more poisonous venom spilled through your mouth, contradicting the carefree and joyful tone of your voice.

“What makes you believe that even if you take her body, you can win here? We’ve defeated her already,” Suguru narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, you’ve won but that’s because she let you two won. Wasn’t that surprising how easily you finished her? A special grade? How she didn’t even try to dodge the hollow purple, like the little curse that she was fighting with was really that much of a struggle? Oh, don’t be silly, you two. It wouldn’t be that easy if she tried.”

“We won’t let you-“

“You must understand your situation. What you’re standing in is a special grade cursed object. A prison realm, and to say it simply, you’ve already lost,” you pointed at the floor, from where the four corners of a cube stretched into a mass of flesh, with an eye – giant and bleeding, staring at its target, as the next stage of sealing began before either of sorcerers reacted. “And what’s more interesting, the prison realm can seal only one person at the time, but with the incredible technique of my current host, I was able to fuel its capacity to two occupants, by manipulating the cursed energy it used. Marvelous!”

The cursed object began enveloping both men, rendering them helpless and immobile, as their cursed energy became unavailable for their use.

“We’ll save you, y/n, you hear me?”, Satoru yelled in unison with his friend and the lone tear rolled down your face, before your hand reached up wiping it in amusement.

“Gate close.”

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[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

First time

Takashi x F!Reader

WC: 4.6k

CW/TW: mentions of a past abusive relationship, fingering (F. receiving), pet names (angel, baby. etc.), cream pie. Fluffy Smut.

You and Takashi have been dating for months and have never taken it further. That changes after a quiet evening together.

The cityscape was a blur around you in the fading sun; the last rays of a warm summer day reflected from the glass buildings, pinks and purples painting the horizon. The whisps of your hair that you hadn’t tied back whipped across your face as the wind rushed around you, spurred on by the speed you were flying down the highway on the back of Takashi’s bike. 

He gently tapped the side of your thigh before squeezing it, leaning forward to put both hands on the bars. You tucked down against his muscular back, feeling each movement as he cranked back on the throttle, pushing the bike faster as soon as your arms tightened around his waist. 

Takashi grinned as he felt your embrace tighten, and a little whoop escaped your lips. He could spend days like this—riding around with you at his back without a care in the world.

No Toman.

No responsibilities. 

Nothing but the setting sun and you. 

So, when Takashi had called you a few hours earlier, asking if you wanted to go for a ride, which you knew meant “I need you,” you didn’t hesitate to say yes—anywhere with him had quickly become your favorite place. 

The bike slowed as he finally pulled off, rolling to a stop by the waterfront. He held out a hand for you to grab as you jumped off before kicking down the stand and shutting the bike off; the sudden quiet after listening to the roar of the motorcycle was deafening. 

You reached out a hand, and Takashi took it, lacing your fingers together before pulling you towards a spot under a tree where you two could sit. Being with Takashi was like nothing you had ever experienced. It was natural and easy. There weren’t awkward silences as you two existed in the other's presence. He seems to know what you were thinking without ever voicing it. But you, oh you. You knew how to calm him, tame him, and enlighten him with nothing but a single touch. 

You are his muse. 

Takashi kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before slipping the bag from your back that he had handed you when he picked you up. He pulled out a small blanket, fluffed it, and laid it on the ground. He motioned for you to sit, and you held in a giggle as you did, leaning your back against the tree. 

“Such a gentleman, Taka,” you teased.

He shrugged a shoulder, that gorgeous smirk that said, “Yeah, I know,” making its appearance. It never failed to take your breath away how beautiful your boyfriend was. His lilac hair was longer now, brushing the tops of his shoulders. His eyes were a little sadder with the weight of his youth on him but still as vibrant, cutting into yours like glass. 

You let the laugh out this time as Takashi flopped to the ground, forcing himself between your legs and leaning against your chest, getting himself comfortable before reaching for the backpack again and fishing out some rice balls, holding one over his head for you to take. 

You ate in companionable silence, the crunch of the seaweed and the sound of the wind the only thing that filled your ears. Your relationship with Takashi was new, the romantic side of it at least. Years as friends from a young age, growing up with all the Toman boys, turned into years of patching them up after every fight, being there with them through every conflict, turned into hidden feelings, and dating outside of the circle just to get away. Plus, trying to bring anyone around Toman usually scared them off, which meant the two parts of your life were usually separate. Now, with Takashi, they were one. 

“Taka,” you said as you gently dragged your nails against his scalp. 

“Mm?” He hummed, relishing how your nails felt against his skin, the lingering headache he had been fighting all day melting away at your touch.

“You know you don’t always have to take me on dates like this, ya know.”

He knew. 

But he wanted to. 

Takashi had spent years watching as you dated asshole after asshole. Watched as you went to Hina, ranting about how your long-term boyfriend forgot your birthday again or how you wished he would take you somewhere nice for once. How often had Draken had to listen to him rant about how he didn’t understand why you were still with that asshole? 

He loved doing little things like this for you—stealing you away from your responsibilities, showing you how you should have been treated. 

That was why when Draken had been lying on Takashi’s bed late one evening as Spring began to fade, he casually dropped that you had broken up with your boyfriend and that if Takashi didn’t nut up and ask you out, Draken would. Takashi had said fuck it with the “respectable” amount of time you should wait between someone breaking up and when to ask them out and had showed up at your door at 2 A.M, saying he didn’t want to wait anymore. If he had to watch you date another idiot, he wouldn’t stop himself from putting them in the hospital. 

You had been frozen to the spot during his speech, a bottle of wine clutched in one hand, mascara running down your cheeks, and hair a mess, his sweet words only making you sob harder. 

That was the night you both realized you had spent years dancing around your feelings for one another, and it was the last night either of you had spent alone. It had been a welcomed relief to the group when you two finally walked into the Toman Shrine with Takashi’s arm around your shoulders. Even Hakkai cried. 

Takashi looked up at you through his dark lashes, “I know, but why wouldn’t I?” 

 You had been so used to the bare minimum. Anything over simply helping you put your dishes away made you nervous. So when you finally explained that you had gotten so used to your ex slamming cabinets when you asked for his help, Takashi made sure to let you know that he was helping because he wanted to make your life easier. 

To show you what it was like to be genuinely… loved. Not that he had dared utter those words yet. But he thought you could tell. From how his hang lingered on your hips when he held you or how he would lean his forehead against your own just to get lost in you, trying to convey everything he couldn’t bring himself to say just yet. 

“Because it takes time away from the girls and your work. Along with all of the—” Your rant is quickly cut off as Takashi’s lips are suddenly pressed to your own, and you melted into the kiss, train of thought long forgotten. 

His lips are soft as they graze along your own, molding to yours as if they were meant to be there. A subtle drag of his tongue is an encouragement for you to open, allowing your tongues to twine together, dancing with one another as you get lost in the heady feeling of him. His calloused hands from years of fighting and hard work graze across your cheek, moving you with his arm around your waist, flipping you both so his back was against the tree and you were perched in his lap, knees on the ground next to his thighs. 

He broke the kiss first, eyes heavy-lidded as he looked at you and panting as he tried to calm himself. There was a reason he slid you down his lap—for all the heavy make-out sessions and groping, you had yet to take that final step, both of you agreeing to take it slow. Going from friends to lovers was complicated enough; what if sex ruined it? 

“You,” he said as his lips grazed over your cheek again, pulling in a shaky breath as he did, “Are the most important thing to me.” His breath fanned across your skin as he kissed back to your lips, hovering just far enough that you couldn’t quite kiss him, and you could tell he was restraining himself. His hands trembled where they held you, itching to dive under your shirt to feel your hot skin.

“Am I being silly?”

He shook his head. “No, beautiful. I’ll remind you daily that you are my priority if that’s what it takes. I waited years for you and can spend years reminding you that you’re worth it.” 

A deep blush bloomed across your cheeks, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck to hide it. Takashi inhaled suddenly, leaning his head to the side, and you froze. His hands had settled on your hips at some point, gripping you tightly. 

Your name was a whisper on his lips as you gently kissed the sensitive skin just below his jaw, and he tensed. 

“If you don’t stop, it’s going to be a problem, and I’m not having sex with you for the first time in a public place, angel.” His voice was a deep rasp, one you recognized from when he would have to excuse himself from your embrace. 

“And if I don’t want to stop?” You nipped at his jaw gently, shocked by your brazen act. You weren’t usually the one to initiate. Sex with your ex had been… a chore. It had stopped being enjoyable months before you broke up, but before that, it had turned into you turning him down in favor of getting yourself off; at least you would orgasm that way. 

With Takashi, though, you had to stop yourself. You were waiting for the moment he would be ready for you two to take it to the next step. Damn your agreement to take it slow. 

Before you knew it, Takashi had somehow deposited you on the back of his bike, and you were once again flying down the highway, his hand higher on your thigh this time, kneading at the flesh, caressing it at every red light in the city that you seemed to be hitting. That little touch sent your head spinning, imagining what it would feel like to have those hands truly on your skin.  Your hand wandered as you sat there, sliding under the back of his shirt and around to the front, where they remained for most of the ride. You could feel his heart hammering under your cheek pressed against his back. 

You were soon parked outside of your apartment and at your front door faster than you thought you’d ever been. Each glance at you was laced with heat and needy want. Nothing like you had ever seen before. You unlocked the door with Takashi pressed against your back, kissing your neck, and you both almost fell through as you swung it open. He kicked it shut, and the darkness of the night settled once more. His hands were everywhere, on your hips, ribs, and face as his lips frantically pressed to yours and your tongues danced together. Backs were pressed against walls, and chairs were bumped into as you made your way to your bedroom, each too caught up in the other to both with anything other than feeling and learning each other. 

You gasped as you finally pulled away, desperate for a breath. “Wait, wait. Takashi, wait,” your voice was a rasping plea. 

He instantly froze, his hands lingering off your body, and he pulled his face back, chewing on his bottom lip before he sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you sure you want to do this? I know we talked about going slow.” 

His shoulders sagged in relief. He thought he had pushed you too far, too fast. Takashi slid an arm around your waist and pulled you snugly against him, chest to chest, his free hand pushing strands of hair from your face. 

“I am ready for whatever you are ready for. If that means stopping here, then that is fine. But this is about you just as much as it is about me. Are you sure you want to do this?” 

You nodded instantly, and he raised an eyebrow.

“I need to hear you say it out loud, darling.” 

“Yes,” you breathed. 

His lips were back on yours, but this time they were gentle. The frantic frenzy from a few moments before melting into long slow drags of his tongue against yours and slower movements before scooping you up in his arms and expertly navigating to your room. He stood you back on your feet at the edge of your bed and slid his hands down to the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” His voice had dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine, resonating deep within your bones.

You nodded, and he tilted his head slightly as you remembered.

“Y–yes. Yes.” 

Takashi gracefully lifted the shirt from your body, and his breath caught. He had known you were beautiful for ages, but seeing you now, standing before him simply with your shirt off, your skin glowing in the moonlight that filtered in through your window, you were stunning.

You shivered again as Takashi’s calloused hands ghosted up your rib cage, this time in anticipation. The feeling was like nothing you had ever felt, jolts of arousal shooting straight to your core. His fingers teased under the band of your bra, following it to your back, and he looked at you expectantly, seeking your further approval. You quickly unhooked the metal clasps, letting it fall to the ground between you. 

The smirk that graced his lips was nothing short of feral. He picked you up again and gently laid your back against the mattress; his weight was a delicious pressure over you. Takashi placed a single kiss on your mouth before quickly moving down between the valley of your breasts. His mouth was hot as his kisses became open-mouthed, kissing around the sensitive soft flesh, nipping love marks into a few spots before sucking a deep purple mark into it. 

You moaned his name as his tongue swirled your nipple, pulling the bud into the hot cavern of his mouth, and your back arched. He rolled your other nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling at it gently before letting it go, repeating the motion before swapping sides, allowing for equal attention to both breasts. 

Your body writhed under his ministrations, and you were soon a panting mess under him, too far gone in the haze of lust from a small amount of foreplay that you knew you were soaked. You clawed at his shirt, and he slunk out of reach of your hands before you could get it off.

“Patience, love.” Was his only command, and you groaned, desperate to feel his hot skin against your own. His hand slid to the top of your jeans and hovered over the button.

“Taka, fuck, please. Please take them off.” 

Takashi chuckled at your enthusiasm. 

He gripped the side of your jeans and pulled them down and off your body expertly, and you both giggled a little as the tightness of the ankles got caught on your legs, and he had to yank them with a mumble of “damn skinny jeans.” He gazed down at you, drinking in the beautiful image that was simply you—his own personal angel. Your skin was flush with blush, your chest rose and fell in quick succession as you panted, and he could see the slick that had gathered on the inside of your thighs, evidence of your need for him. 

You blushed under his gaze and resisted the urge to cover yourself up. You had nothing to be ashamed of about your body, and Takashi made you feel nothing but gorgeous. His hands always lingered on your hips before they traveled up your rib cage, oh so gently, to wrap himself around your shoulders. Your body was strong and perfect. 

Takashi ran his hands up the inside of your legs, gently pushing them apart just enough so that his hand could graze the outside of your clothed pussy. 

“Can I take these off, beautiful?” 

“It’ll feel unfair if I’m completely naked and you’re still fully clothed.” 

He reached back and pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, discarding it in a pile made up of only your clothes.

You had seen him shirtless many times over the years. Hell, you had been the one to sew up many of the scars he had peppered across his flesh. But, something about him doing it while seated between your legs, looking at you with nothing but primal lust in his eyes, was different. His pants had slipped in your haste to get to your bedroom, leaving more of his abs that fed into that perfectly cut v that disappeared into his jeans on display. Your eyes followed each line, returning to his eyes where one of his slit eyebrows was cocked.

“Like what you see?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, letting it loose again a moment later. 

His fingers grabbed the sides of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs, strings of arousal connecting you to the soft material. Takashi felt his mouth water at the sight of your perfect pussy, waiting for him to devour it. He wanted to take it slow this time. There would be plenty of times after this to fuck you into the mattress, to get you to scream his name. He wanted to explore your body tonight and learn what made you twitch and writhe. He had dreamt of the day that he would get you in this position, so open to him and waiting. He wanted to do it right and show you what it felt like to be with someone who gave a damn.

Takashi ignored the insistent throbbing of his cock as he spread your legs and settled on his belly between them, eye level with your pussy. He looked up at you, and he was pleased to see you already looking at him, mouth popped open in a small o as you watched him. Your head fell back against the mattress at the first touch of his tongue. He flattened it, pushing it between your folds and licking you from entrance to clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before repeating the motion. 

Your taste was better than he could have ever imagined; the sweetness of your arousal coated his mouth as he drank you in. Your moans grew in intensity and volume as he alternated between pushing his tongue into your tight hole and licking long stripes up you. He decided to tease a finger at your entrance, gently pressing into you, testing your reactions. You mewled at the feeling, rocking your hips forward, looking for more.  He pumped his finger slowly, loosening you before sliding in another. 

His fingers were thick. Thicker than you were expecting and thicker than your own from when you had fucked yourself on them, imagining it was Takashi’s hand instead. Your head was swimming with pleasure, your moans and gasps bouncing around the walls every time Takashi twisted his fingers and grazed across the soft spot pressed into your walls. The fullness from just those two fingers had your legs trembling around him.

His tongue flattened against your clit, licking it before sucking it hard into his mouth. Your back arched as he did. The all too familiar burning sensation of your orgasm building in your lower stomach making itself known. 

No one had ever brought you this close to an orgasm so quickly.

Takashi groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your sensitive flesh as he rutted against the mattress, seeking relief as his cock strained. He wanted your cum on his tongue. He knew you were close, your walls fluttered tightly around his fingers, and your pussy was gushing, spurring him on as you raced toward your orgasm. 

“Takashi,” his name was a breathy moan, “’m close.”

His fingers pumped into you quicker, scissoring open and rubbing against your g-spot each time. “Cum for me, angel.”

Your legs clamped around his head as you exploded on his fingers, a loud gasp of his name leaving your sinful lips, and he drank in your orgasm, your juices coating his chin in a thin sheet of slick. If Takashi died here, suffocated between your legs, it would be the best way to go.

Takashi licked at your overly sensitive pussy, and you twitched each time his tongue met your flesh. He ran his tongue over his lips before kissing up your body, his weight settling heavily over you again. Your head was foggy from your orgasm; you had never felt that good before. Hell, you didn’t know it could feel that good. The tingling sensation that came from is radiated from your toes to the tips of your ears. You felt weightless. 

Lips met your jaw, and then a nibble to your ear lobe.

“Want to keep going?” 

You nodded, “God, yes. Can I suck your cock?” You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed about your question. You wanted to taste him, to feel how heavy he would be on your tongue. 

He groaned and rutted his hips against yours. Your eyes widened at the feel of him. He was big. 

“As much as I would love to watch my cock disappear between your lips, there’s time for that later. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

He kicked his pants and boxers off, leaving you both bare to the world. He sat on his haunches, and you couldn’t help but stare at his cock.

It was perfect. A thick vein ran along the side, and the thought of running your tongue along it had you licking your lips. 

But holy shit, he was big. A girth that suddenly made you understand why foreplay seemed essential to him. He wrapped a fist around his cock, pumping slowly. The tip was an angry red and leaking pre-cum, begging for attention.  His free hand found your cunt again, gently running a finger up and stopping at your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

“Condom?” His fist twisted tightly again at the base of his cock, and he bucked slightly into his hand. 

“Birth control. Clean?”

Takashi looked at you incredulously. “Clean.”

“Good. Me too. Now fuck me before I lose my mind, please.”

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” 

He braced a forearm on the bed next to your head and used the hand wrapped around his cock to lead himself to your entrance, breaching your tight hole with his tip before slowly sinking in. Takashi leaned down and kissed you as you winced at the stretch. 

“I know, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered against your lips, nipping at them gently.

You relaxed at the praise, sighing heavily at the pleasure as his talented fingers found your clit once more, letting you loosen further as he wrung pleasure from every ounce of your flesh. You had never felt this full before. He reached a depth of you that you had never hit with any toy or ex-lover. You both groaned as he finally bottomed out, and he paused, letting you adjust to his considerable size. 

A seductive moan, nothing short of pornographic, left your lips as you gave a tentative roll of your hips, feeling just how he dragged along your walls, hooked just enough that he would stimulate each part of you. 

“Move, Takashi,” you pressed your lips against his in a desperate, sloppy kiss, “make me yours.”

Takashi groaned against your mouth as he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into yours. Each thrust was bullying and demanding as he set a leisurely pace, drinking in the way your cunt clenched around his cock. The sound of your wet pussy and hips against one another mixed with your moans. 

“You feel so good, angel,” Takashi moaned as he pushed up on his hand. His eyes trailed down your body to where you were connected, thick white rings of your arousal built around the base of his cock, and his mouth fell open at the sight. He watched as each time he surged forward; your hips rolled to meet his, thrust for thrust. Your hands gripped the bed sheets above your head, pulling at them tightly as each punishing thrust made your tits bounce and forced a moan from you.

You already felt like you were going to cum again. 

“More,” you breathed, and Takashi responded instantly, the pace he was thrusting into you kicking up. 

“Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” Takashi’s voice would send you over if you weren’t careful. Just the way he spoke, so dirty but so him at the same time. He groaned loudly as he threw his head back before sitting up completely and hooking your knee over his elbow, allowing for a new angle that hit you much deeper.

“Oh, fuuu-ck, Taka!” 

Takashi’s rough hand grabbed your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers once more, the sensation shooting right down to your pussy, clenching tightly on Takashi’s cock as he pounded relentlessly into you. You were so close. 

“Right there, right there, right there,” You gasped repeatedly. Takashi didn’t falter, his hips never stuttering until your body seized up, and you screamed as you came on his cock, little white spots exploding in your vision as you did. 

“Shit, you’re tight,” Takashi moaned as his hips finally began to lose their rhythm, “Wanna fill you up, baby.” He was overwhelmed with the feel of your fluttering wall around him until he finally slammed into you one more time, emptying himself into you with a few sloppy thrusts. 

He panted for breath as he collapsed over you, letting your leg fall gently to the bed. Takashi’s hand cupped your jaw and guided your eyes to his.

“Breathe, baby,” he said, and you gasped deeply, desperate to pull in air. 

Your breaths mingled as you lay there, lost in each other. The stickiness of your skin and the heavy air in the room settled over you both.

“Takashi,” you whispered against his lips before kissing him slowly and deeply. His lips still tasted faintly of you but were swollen and red from how he had been biting on them, keeping himself from being overly vocal. 

He pulled out, and you felt his cum slowly seep out of you. Takashi groaned as he watched. He wanted to push his cum back into you so badly. Next time.

“Takashi,” you said again, his eyes locked with yours. There was a gentleness there that he hadn’t seen before, something new he had to explore. 

“Yes, beautiful?” He trailed his fingers down your face.

“I love you.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. 

“I love you, angel.” 

His lips sealed the promise those words meant to him. You were his, in every sense of the word, and he was yours. You were giving him your heart to protect with those three words. You’ve given him your body to protect with your actions. 

Takashi knew one thing: he’d do anything for you if it meant hearing those words from your lips every day. 

A/N: Takashi is our consent king.

🏷️: @awkwardchick87

#mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya x you #mitsuya x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers mitsuya #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev fluff #fluffy smut #tokyo revengers #tr smut #takashi x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #Takashi x y/n #tokrev #mitsuya smut #mitsuya fluff #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya takashi x reader

[moonbeamwritings]

haikyuu boys and little moments of joy .*･｡ﾟ

↳ ft. nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, and atsumu

NISHINOYA calls to you from the end of the freezer aisle, the freezer door propped open with his hip as he clutches what appears to be a small box in his hands. When you come up on his left side, he fixes you with what you can only describe as a face-splitting grin. His eyes sparkle as he holds the box of mango popsicles out to you. "They have them! These are my favorite." You remember the box all too well; it's one that had sat in your freezer for three, maybe four, days max before the popsicles disappeared entirely. "I thought they stopped carrying them! I'm getting them." Yuu's excitement is contagious, and you find a smile of your own working its way onto your face. As he drops not one, but two boxes of the frozen treat into your shopping cart and starts to push it again, his joy refusing to wane, you loop your arm through his and squish your cheek into his shoulder.

BOKUTO starts pulling clothes from the dryer and plopping them into your laundry bin to be folded. And as a bundle of socks makes its journey to the basket, a stray purple one jumps from the pile, but before it can hit the floor, Koutarou catches it with his foot. His eyes immediately shoot to meet yours, disbelief clouding his features for only a moment before his slacked jaw is morphing into a grin so wide it squishes his cheeks and crinkles his eyes at the corners. You catch a glimpse of his sweet dimples and your heart catches in your chest. "Baby, did you see that!? That was awesome!" You grin back, adding to his excitement by gushing about how cool it was and that you can't believe he just did it. He beams under your attention, his smile so bright you feel like you need to squint to view it properly. With unrestrained joy, he kicks the sock up and catches it in his hand. "I'm on a roll!"

KUROO stands before you in your shared bedroom, a new outfit adorning his body. He'd been so eager to share it with you after his trip to the store that he could hardly contain himself, pulling you up from the couch and down to your bedroom mere seconds after coming through the front door. The outfit is simple but sleek — a soft black sweater and perfectly-tailored black slacks. He lifts his arms a bit and does a little spin, a proud smile evident on his features when he turns back to face you. "Well," he starts, eagerly, "what do you think? Do you like them?" Before you can even respond, you watch as his eyes shift to grin at himself in the mirror. "I was thinking of wearing it with that white collared shirt you bought me underneath and those nice dress shoes I bought last year." He's so pleased with it that it makes him, and his new outfit, all the more handsome. You tell him as much, and his excitement only mounts, pulling you in to pepper kisses all over your cheeks.

ATSUMU's eyes widen as soon as the song starts. You could recognize the opening beats of it anywhere — a song Atsumu has proudly proclaimed is his favorite almost every time you've heard it. And this time, like all the others, he cranks the dial on the radio and shifts his eyes away from the road for only a moment to tell you with a cute grin, "Ahh, I love this song!" He sings along, bobbing his head to the beat and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before reaching across the center console to tap the beat against your thigh. You're so wrapped up in his excitement that you can't help but join in, singing along with both Atsumu and the radio. The action leads to an impromptu, and very passionate, karaoke session — one that leaves you both with an ache in your cheeks from smiling.

#i might do another one of these its just so cute to think about #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya yuu imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto koutarou imagine #kuroo x reader #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou imagine #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagine #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq x reader #hq imagine

[spid3r-trans]

↓↓ some quick twins au for the birthday boys!!! ↓↓

If there’s anything Milo Morales hates, it’s spiders. So when a certain mask-wearing idiot crashes through the window of the room that he shares with his brother, he knows he’s fucked. 

When Milo gets home from school, his twin is nowhere to be found. He’d expected it, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. 

Milo would cover for his brother in a heartbeat, but having to explain to his parents why they hadn’t come home together— having to lie to them at all — well, Miles better have a phenomenal reason to be out on this particular Friday night. 

Something about his brother has been off the past few days. Since the death of Spider-Man hit the news, Miles was more anxious than usual. He was hard to reach, and never where he was supposed to be. Milo can only give so many excuses to their teachers, and classmates-- to their parents before they all start to catch on. 

But worse, Milo didn’t know there were secrets they couldn’t share with each other. 

He thought they told each other everything, that no matter what happened— what either of them said or did — they would have each other's backs. 

Nothing was supposed to come between them. 

So what had?

Milo punches his pillow, getting the lumps out before he buries his face in the purple sheets. 

Seriously, his brother better have the hottest date in the world. That would be the only explanation Milo would accept, but that theory also relies on his twin having any sort of game— so Milo is really out of ideas. 

He reaches for his headphones, cranking the volume and squeezing his eyes shut as if the action alone could stop his thoughts from racing. 

Milo barely hears the tapping. 

It’s light at first— a gentle rapping against the glass window — easily mistaken for the raindrops. But it gets more urgent, insistent– annoyingly offbeat with the music from in his headphones to the point where it's nearly unbearable. 

Milo pulls them off his head and sits up, squinting at the window through the darkness. 

For a while, he doesn’t see anything. Just the rain splattering against the glass. But his heart is pounding, the hair on his arms is raised.

He knows something is wrong even if he can’t see it.

The window creaks. Fingers slide underneath. 

Milo’s hands find the baseball bat he keeps by his bed just as the window starts to slowly open. Slowly. Slowly.

There’s a sharp CRACK of thunder followed by a flash of lightning that illuminates the silhouette of a figure– a person– crawling through the window.

On all fours. 

The scream leaves Milo’s mouth just as his brother removes his mask.

–

Their father is at the door in seconds– nearly breaking it off its hinges as he throws it open– only to find his one of his sons lounging nonchalantly on his bed. 

Milo blinks up at him.

“Oh, sorry dad. Did you hear that? I was just watching a scary movie. CGI is really crazy these days.” He lets out the start of a laugh, but stops when he sees his father’s eye twitch.

“A scary movie?” Jefferson asks in disbelief, “In a thunderstorm?” He’s not really talking to Milo. He's already walking away– shaking his head and muttering about ‘the youth,’ and ‘losing his damn mind.’

Milo will apologize again later.

For now, he jumps up, shuts the bedroom door, and flicks on the light switch – looking up at the corner of the ceiling where his twin is perched.

Milo doesn’t even know where to begin. His brother is dripping wet from the rain, wearing what looks like a child’s Spider-Man costume, clinging to the ceiling.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks. 

“I tried to get your attention before I came in–” Miles starts, and then looks at the club Milo had discarded before their dad had come in. “Were you going to hit me with a bat?”

“Was I gonna- Yes! Yes, I was going to hit you with a bat! Get down.”

Miles does. He drops from the ceiling with more grace than he’d shown in his entire life-- spinning around and landing solidly on the ground. This was the same kid who tripped over his own shoelaces every day? The same kid who fell off the wii fit board trying to hula hoop? 

“What happened to you?”

“Just promise me you won’t freak out.”

–

Milo does freak out. But he thinks it’s an appropriate amount, given that his own brother is a human spider.

“How big was the spider that bit you? Actually, don’t tell me. Don’t tell me.” Milo shivers.

He stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know. Maybe we should-” He stops when he sees Miles’ face. 

And suddenly it makes sense– why Miles’ hadn’t told him right away.

Because Miles didn’t want Milo to think differently about him. Miles didn’t want his brother to think that he was a freak or a hero. 

The last thing Miles needs right now is a brother that doesn't believe in him.

“This still makes more sense than you having a date, actually.”

Milo sighs.

“Okay, okay fine. What can I do to help?"

Miles seems surprised at first-- and then relieved. He grins at him.

Milo might hate spiders, but he loves his brother.

#this is an allegory for coming out #just kidding #(im not kidding) #spiderverse #fens fics #miles morales #miles 42 #twins au #theyre brothers ur honor #atsv spoilers #atsv

[dcangel]

Um… did anybody order an odd ramble about creep!stiles that doesn’t make sense?

| cw(?) : stiles is lowk a stalker but doesn’t realize it, very all over the place (it’s from the drafts)

Stiles is a nice guy. That’s what he’s been told, despite his dislike for the description. He’s especially nice to pretty girls.

So it was no surprise when he saw you walking home from school in the rain; hood up, hair tucked away, head down, he offered you a ride.

At first, you didn’t hear the boy. Awkwardly enough for him, you somehow hadn’t noticed the cyan vehicle directly next to you crawling down the street. He was afraid his slow driving and cranked-down window would paint him as a creep harassing some innocent girl on the side of the road, but he really couldn’t stand to see you miserably trudge down the sidewalk. It was a decent day temperature-wise, but the rain possessed a chill that the air didn’t.

He’s seen you around school before, along with the way you stick to the side of the halls to avoid any unnecessary contact with others not apart of your group. Scott pointed out that it was unsettling how much he knew about you. Stiles argued that he didn’t know that much. He really only knew you were a straight A student (in physics at least), you always had headphone’s connected to your iPod, even when you weren’t using them, you admired any change in weather (your gaze would get lost out the window during class), and if he had to guess, he’d say your favorite color was purple based of various stationery and minor details of your outfits. But once, he overheard chatter between friends in which you confessed to recently taking a liking to earthier tones like dark greens and pale blues.

Of course stiles knew who you liked to hangout with, but he wouldn’t really count that as creep-worthy like Scott claimed. His defense had always followed along the lines of “it’s high school in a small town, how could I not notice the friend groups in this place?” As if Scott were duller for not taking any interest in his surroundings. Stiles liked to bury it once and for all by telling Scott that he’s the “important alpha” and should always be aware of his surroundings. Scott never did much but shake his head and scoff at his friend’s incompetent argument, figuring one day he’d realize it.

And it wasn’t until he finally got your attention, your hand tugging the wire and tucking it in your hood to avoid water damage, accepting a kind offer from a boy you’ve seen in your physics class, that stiles truly realized he might have had a touch of creep in him. He hadn’t planned this, right? Not consciously. Stiles hadn’t waited for the perfectly imperfect, rainy day to finally make his move on purpose. A coincidence— that’s what his mind happily settled on when you got in; subtly shivering, the ends of a few loose strands of your hair damp, clothes practically soaked, your teeth chattering and all.

His subconscious couldn’t have planned this without his conscious knowledge, right? All he wanted was to help someone in need. It just happened to be the girl he’s been admiring from afar for weeks now. It’s not as if he could control the weather or his routine changed so that he could watch the weather channel each morning, occasionally with his dad if his schedule permitted. No, he’s always done that.

So why did it feel so… odd to finally be in close proximity to you. Just you. No one else from class, or any of your friends. It’s what he’s always wanted… but, since when? You’re just a girl from his physics class— no doubt you were pretty and stiles had definitely noticed, but to him it felt like everything had fallen into place. But he never remembered setting up those pieces.

Maybe he really was a creep.

#clearing out the drafts #creep/stalker stiles is a lot like loser stiles #the subtle plot twist too?? #surprised myself with that #stiles’!world #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #dylan obrien #stiles stilinski teenwolf

[maelialuv]

I’m just thinking like late night driving with Eddie 🥰🥰🥰

anything eddie is just <333 :)

inspired by Cruel Summer by Taylor swift <3

Cut the Headlights - Eddie Munson

Summary: driving home slow on a hot summer night with Eddie Munson creates a fast burning spark.

Warnings: none! pure fluff

Word count: 1.8K

The low thrum of the engine was lulling as Eddie drove. You'd spent just about the whole day together. Sunrise to sunset, you were attached at the hip. There was a gig tonight at the Hideout, and Eddie had taken you as a plus one. He was a friend of the band, he had introduced you to them, giddily watching as you made conversation with the metal heads. It was a fantastic night. But when the Hideout shut, and the two of you made you way to Eddie's van, there was a bittersweet fog that fell over the evening.

Neither of you wanted the night to end. So you - possibly with too much excitement - agreed when Eddie suggested a movie at his place. This was edging toward date territory.

You were developing a fondness for the long haired boy. After several almost-dates, you thought that maybe he was too. So there you were, in the dim light of Eddie's van as he drove down the back streets of Hawkins. You'd never been to Eddie's house before, and a nervous bounce had made its way to your leg as you rode in the passenger seat.

"You okay there?"

Eddie had the familiar teasing lift in his voice he adopted when you were around. He eyed you curiously, hands firm on the wheel. "You can relax, you know. I'm a great driver," he reached into the glove compartment, grabbing a fistful of paper, "got the tickets to prove it."

"Ha, ha. Last thing we need is Chief Hopper cramping the night with handcuffs and a speeding ticket."

Eddie quirked a brow at you. "Handcuffs would cramp the night, huh? Good to know," he grinned as you turned toward the window, hiding wide eyes and a shy smile, "good to know."

The car slowed to a more acceptable speed - on the off chance Hawkins Police were patrolling. Eddie was a keen driver, loved the feeling of the windows down with the stereo on full volume. For you, though, he would drive at the slowest - legal- speed if it meant he could spend just a minute longer with you.

Cranking down the window, you rested your arms out on the pane, allowing the hot summer breeze into the car. It was August, and the sun was setting later and later in Hawkins. Beside you, Eddie was lit up with a halo from the final rays of light dipping below the horizon. It was an idyllic scene, the two of you blissed out from a hot day and an exciting gig. Eddie couldn't help his eyes darting over to you.

"You can put some music on, if you want."

Looking through the glove compartment for tapes, you settled on a cassette by The Police. "Not really your style," you said, sliding the tape into the player.

Eddie bit his nails bashfully. "I, uh, picked it up for you. You said that you liked 'em, and I didn't really want you to have to sit through so much metal every time we hang out."

If your heart could make a sound , it would be the fast beating wings of a humming bird. You had said you liked The Police months ago, and Eddie had remembered.

Eddie remembered lots of little things about you; how you tied your shoelaces in the bunny ear method, how you liked your coffee and your favourite movies. He knew your favourite songs and flavours of ice cream. If he could, Eddie would spend hours just memorising all of your favourite things.

The sun disappeared behind the hills of Hawkins, casting a purple hew over the sky. It made the van some what darker, moodier, and the soft hum of Sting's voice on the stereo crackled through the space. "Sorry it's kind of far, promise I'm not luring you to your imminent doom," Eddie teased darkly, wriggling his fingers in the air.

"That's what you'd want me to think, though," you countered, same teasing lift in your voice. " You'd lure me in with a false sense of security, a 'don't worry' here and there. I'd relax, lose some of my wits and that's when you'd strike."

Eddie laughed heartily at you, once again unable to tear his eyes away from your grin. "Damn," he said sarcastically, "you got me."

"You're very easy to read, I had you figured out before I even got in the van." You went along with the joke, enjoying the teasing - maybe flirtatious- banter. Eddie quirked a brow at you.

"Easy to read, huh?" he smoothed his hair out of his face, one hand in his hair and one on the wheel. "Okay, how do I read?"

"What?"

"Come on," Eddie encouraged, "what do you infer when you read between the lines of the great Edward Munson?"

You paused, trying to find the right words. Eddie , while easy to read, was hard to navigate. In simple terms, he was just Eddie. But it was so much more complex than that, so much harder to explain. God knows you'd tried to explain it to Robin - who incessantly pestered you about the nature of your friendship with him.

"You're different than what most expect of you. You're very gentle, and sweet," Eddie was quiet as you spoke. "You put others before yourself, especially your friends. You want others to be happy more than anything. You're surprisingly 'normal' - whatever that means- and your music taste is not as refined as you want people to think."

Eddie didn't talk for a while, and you feared for a moment that you had gone too far, been too direct or too intense. But out of the corner of your eye, you could see a small smile stretching across his lips. The two of you didn't speak for a while, content with the music and the breeze and the soft sound of the wheels on the gravel as you turned into the trailer park. "Home , sweet home." Eddie said , somewhat bashful.

While it wasn't the lush lawns of the cul-de-sacs, it was homely. The outside of Eddie's trailer was lit with a single porch light, casting a golden glow over the building. Eddie sprung from the drivers seat, tripping a little on his way as he opened the passenger door for you.

"My uncle works nights at the plant so," he swung the front door open, the trailer evidently lived in and cozy with several lamps, "it's just us. Hope that's okay." Eddie looked nervous- bouncy- as he invited you in. You resist the urge to touch his shoulder as you enter, making yourself comfortable on the couch as he grabs himself a beer from the fridge. "Do you want anything?"

When you said no, Eddie grabbed two tapes from the table. "TV is in my room, so," he gestured toward a door at the end of a hallway, "in we go." In his room? Sitting on his bed? You were going to implode.

Eddie's room was what you imagined. A typical boy's den, messy but acceptable. There were some posters of rockers you didn't know the names of, and a few family photos strewn about. You noticed one of a woman and a young boy. "Is that your mom?" You asked the question timidly - you didn't know much about Eddie's family, other than his dad was a Grade A douchebag that skipped out on Eddie as a middle schooler. Eddie looked at the photo with a ghost of a smile.

"Yeah," he said, tone soft and small. "Don't remember her much. She left my dad before I was even in kindergarten." When he saw your face - brows furrowed in sympathy- he continued. "I don't blame her. If I could go back, I'd beg her to take me with her if I knew what my dad would be like." He picked up the photo, tracing the face of the brunette woman. "I have this dream that she's out in California, living in some condo by the beach with a dog and a surfer guy that buys her flowers." He frowned to himself slightly. "Just glad she was able to leave him before he got really bad."

"You look like her." You said, and Eddie looked at you. His eyes were molten chocolate in the low light of his bedroom.

He smiled wide. "Thank you."

Propping himself on the end of his bed, Eddie held the two tapes in both hands. "Which one, up to you."

In his left hand was 'Back to the Future', in his right was 'Splash'. Your smile was infectious - you'd told Eddie about your love of the film almost four weeks ago now when the two of you had gone to the fourth of July fair.

You tapped his right hand with your index finger. "Let's watch some mermaids, Munson."

You could hardly focus on the film.

Over the course of the passing hour, you and Eddie had inched closer together on the bed as the movie played on Eddie's dresser-top TV. In between your bodies, your hands were inches apart. Your fingers twitched with the urge to hold his own, nervousness ripping through your veins. When Eddie's pinky finger brushed yours, you held in a breath as you slowly rest your hand atop his. As he flipped your hand and wove your fingers together - eyes straight ahead at the screen- you felt your cheeks heat in childish glee.

Eddie gave your hand a squeeze, getting your attention. "I like having you here," he said quietly, "makes me feel good."

"I like being here, Eddie." you said sincerely.

The two of you sat hand in hand for the rest of the movie, and all through Back to the Future as Eddie twisted your arm into staying longer. Even when Eddie drove you home, slowest speed as the roads would allow - hand gripping yours as he switched gears- and as he walked you to your porch. He held your fingers as you walked into your house, kicking at pebbles with his shoe as he made his way back to his van. He turned when he heard your door open again.

"Eddie!" you whisper shouted from your door way, motioning him over with a wave of your hand. He walked back to you , quick as he could without making too much noise. "Two things," you said quietly. From behind your back, you shoved a VHS into his hands. Eddie smirked as he stared down at a worn, clearly loved copy of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'.

"What was the other thing?" he whispered.

You took a small breath before reaching on your tip toes to press a small kiss to Eddie's lips. Before he could even thinking about kissing you back, pulling you in closer, you were rushing a whispered goodnight and scurrying back through your front door.

Eddie drove awfully slow on his way home, desperate to relive the feeling of your lips on his for as long as possible. He would beat you to it the next time, and the time after that.

And every time after that, Eddie managed to kiss you first.

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[thorfemmes]

Getting Warmed Up

in which Steve blows a tire and no one picks up the phone

a/n: hello friends! I've had this idea stuck in my head for MONTHS now, and this is only part one! I really hope you enjoy, and are having the happiest of holidays. As always feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!<3

p.s. it is a travesty that we haven't had a scene with steve soaked in the rain

Rated G: fem!reader, plus size!reader, Steve in a purple sweater

Word Count: 1,505

It was a rainy February morning when you ran into Steve Harrington. The kind of rain that mixed with snow and left a grey slush on the ground. It was on that day that Steve's beloved BMW betrayed him. Well, not really, but he had run over a nail and his tire popped. Now unfortunately, Steve had never learned how to change a tire. His father never bothered to show him and he never thought to enroll in shop class. So now he was here, stranded on the outskirts of Hawkins, miles away from a payphone, and drenched in the freezing rain.

When you happened to drive by, two things caught your attention. One, some poor guy was stuck in the rain with a flat tire; and two, that guy was Steve Harrington.

Steve had never paid much attention to you in high school, both of you in totally different social hierarchies and all of that bullshit. But you had of course seen him, you were even partnered with him on an English assignment once (though you did most of the work if truth be told).

With his reputation preceding him, one might have left him there to deal with it. The man was notoriously known as a massive douchebag, had been for years now. But the poor boy looked so helpless and cold all soaked in the rain.

You pulled over and rolled down your window. "Steve? Is everything okay?"

He looked up, surprised to hear someone calling his name. His eyes lit up with subtle recognition.

"Y/N, right?"

You nodded. "Are you alright?"

He gestured to his car in frustration. "I popped a tire a couple blocks back. And unfortunately I never took autoshop".

"Do you want a ride to the nearest payphone? I don't mind".

Steve contemplated his options. He could stay here and wait for the rain to let up and hope he could find a payphone within a reasonable walking distance. Or, he could take you up on your offer. Only a fool would take the first option.

He scrambled to the passenger's door as you reached into the backseat to grab some blankets. You laid out the blankets on the seat before he sat down. Reaching down to crank the heater, you patiently waited for him to buckle up and get comfortable.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it".

"Of course, you'd have to be evil to let someone freeze out here".

"So you would've picked up any old stranger? What if he was a murderer?"

You smiled softly. "Touché".

The ride was mostly silent, only the harsh blow of the heater and the gentle hum of the radio to keep you two company. You took a deep breath through your nose before clearing your throat.

"So, how has your day been?" You cringed inwardly.

He let out a small laugh. "It was going pretty well up until about two-ish hours ago".

"I'm sorry, it sucks".

"It's all good". You both nodded at his statement.

You came up to a gas station after a few minutes of driving.

"Alright, here you go!"

"Thank you again, you saved the day".

You watched him as he darted to the covered payphones. Something told you to stay close, just in case.

Steve squished himself under the little bit of cover over the phones. He shoved a couple coins in and dialed Eddie's shop. Hopefully they'd still be open this late on a Sunday. He squished the phone to his cheek, listening to the monotonous rings and tried to wring out the rain water from his shirt. The irritating sound of the rings were driving Steve up the wall. Eddie didn't answer, so he tried to call Robin. No answer. He was running out of change and options.

"Fuck," He muttered to himself. One last try, he called Eddie's trailer.

"Munson residence, Wayne speaking".

Steve sighed. "Hey Wayne, it's Steve. Is Eddie there?"

"No, I'm sorry. You just missed him".

Steve hung his head in defeat. "Alright, thanks Wayne. Have a good night".

Steve turned on his heels, surprised to see your car still here. He jogged back over and slid back into the front seat.

"So, no one answered".

You let out a huff of a laugh. "I'm so sorry. I could drive you home if you'd like? Then maybe you could find a tow company to help you?"

"I'm not putting you out, right? I feel terrible that I'm making you do all this".

"You're not making me! If anything this is turning out to be a very eventful evening for me". Steve nodded at you, looking defeated. "Oh! Before I forget," You reached into the backseat again and pulled out an old pullover sweater. "Here, you're soaking wet. You'll be more comfortable".

Steve gratefully took the fluffy lilac sweater from you.

"You don't have to undress or anything if you don't want to! You can just pull it over your shirt if you'd like".

"I don't mind if you don't mind".

You nodded, watching as he shucked his damp shirt off. You quickly averted your eyes from his toned, hairy chest.

Steve quickly pulled on the sweater and was immediately engulfed by your sweet scent. He very sneakily took a deep breath as his head passed through the sweater. Something about the sweater was weirdly comforting. He didn't even know you that well, and yet you had filled his day with warmth.

You looked at him, noticing how the fuzzy sweater was several sizes too big and hung nicely on him, exposing his collar bones. The two of you met eyes, and a heat blossomed behind your cheeks at being caught staring.

"So," You cleared your throat again. "We're off".

The drive to Steve's house was much more lively than the first ride. You filled each other in on what has happened between your senior English projects and now. Steve recounted his days as an ice cream scooper until the mall burned down, after which he sought out a career change and was now one of the resident cashiers at Family Video. You explained that despite having good grades and loads of extra curriculars to set you apart from your peers, not one of the schools you had applied to accepted you. And if they did, tuition cost tens of thousands of dollars that you did not have. So for the time being, you were lying in wait at Hawkins Community College, hoping that your associate's degree would get you somewhere (hopefully a four year university).

"You're still taking classes after everything that happened?" After Vecna tore Hawkins apart is what Steve wanted to say.

"Yeah, most of my family decided to stay. They did end up moving away a few months ago. Totally screwed me and left me to scramble for a place to live. I just didn't want to pick up and have to establish new roots. I moved around a lot when I was younger and it was exhausting. I've only been in Hawkins since junior year, but it oddly feels like home, y'know?"

Steve nodded in understanding. Hawkins was by no means perfect, but he had roots and relationships here. He couldn't imagine leaving, especially everything that has happened. "It sucks that they left you here though. Did you find a good place?"

"Yeah, kind of. I couch surfed for about two-ish months. I had a few friends from my classes that were understanding and let me crash at their place. I eventually came across where I live now. This elderly couple lived in a little cottage on Rose Street, but after the missing kids and the fire and the earthquake they just didn't trust living in Hawkins anymore. They're renting out the house to me now. Nothing too fancy, but it's my home now".

Steve smiled. "I'm glad you finally settled. You deserve it".

You grinned at that.

Time had flown a little too quickly for either of your likings as you pulled up to Steve's house. It was dark, cold even with the curtains drawn close and the driveway empty.

"This is me, home sweet home". Steve joked.

You smiled softly. "Go warm up, hopefully someone will pick up this time".

Steve grinned. "Thank you again, I really appreciate it. Really".

He got out and silently thanked the universe for having the rain let up. He made his way to his front door before dashing back to your car.

"Wait! I still have your sweater on!"

"Hold on to it, yeah? It'll give me an excuse to go and visit you at work. Plus the lilac really brings out the color in your eyes".

Steve grinned and stood up, allowing your car to roll away. Steve finally, finally made his way back into his house just in time for him to answer his phone.

"Hello?"

"Harrington! Wayne said you called, what's up?" Eddie's voice rang through the phone.

Steve let out a small laugh through his nose. "Eddie, you won't believe the day I had".

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[araveninthedarknight]

A New Character in the Story chapter 1!

So this is my first full length/non drabble fanfic, please don't expect much from it. It is Yasushi X OC and while i know most characters will be out of character, I am still new to writing and am for now just focusing on bettering me as a writer..Call it creative license and personal interpretation. That being said, I won't have a set update schedule for it for the time being, maybe in the future.

Warnings: Normal high and low swearing, fighting and all that jazz, probobly out of character high and low (sorryyy)

A young boy who loved High and Low but hated storms was home alone, waiting out a thunder storm, but as it crept closer, so did his fear, he was wishing for Yasushi to be real, to be there to be the big though one while he curled into him like a whimpering lost puppy. He decided that to distract from the brewing storm, he would watch High and Low, eat some popcorn, and hope to drown out the horrible noises and block the flashing lights with blackout curtains. Bobby booted up Netflix, turned on the movie and cranked the volume, making some popcorn and plugging his phone in.

A particularly loud clap of thunder roared like a lion over head, shaking the small house on it's foundation and jump-scaring the poor storm spooked late teen aged male on his couch. His sandy brown hair was all over his face, slightly shaggy and now tickling at his eye lids as the jolt from the storm caused it to move out of place. His green eyes darted to find his remote, wanting the television up louder though it couldn't actually go up much more.

"I need Yasushi to come roar at the damned thunder with Kyoshi to scare it away..." He mutters softly as he pulls a blanket from the couch back over his shoulders and lap, hoping to scramble for any type of comfort as his fear loomed over his head like a personal storm cloud. In reaching for his phone,just as a bolt of light lit the sky an erie purple, Bobby got shocked, sending him into a knocked out state. This zap would change the course of his life, but he had no clue it would.

A groan came from tired lips, a lingering dull throb in the brunette's head. He felt like he had been plowed down by bricks, sitting up almost made him fall back in exhaustion. But something seemed different then he was used to, this did not feel like his home at all, and he would be the first to proclaim he was afraid. Bobby hated the unknown and begrudgingly opened his green eyes, clear glasses on the bridge of his nose. He confirmed while using a finger to shove the lenses to his range of view, that his was NOT his house, and he had somehow ended up outside on a clear day sitting in an area that seemed all too familiar to him. He decided it was all just a dream, he would close his pools of emerald, lay back and let his cheeks feel the flutter of dark lashes, long fans over cheekbones, and sleep. Clammoring seemed to make the boy groan inwardly, hoping that whatever was in his dream state would leave him alone to his weird dream escape plan.

"Hey, what's this? A new kid?At Oya??" Fujio asked with confusion seeping from his every word, they never really got many new kids, let alone ones that looked so damned out of place.

"Please tell me this is some kind of fever dream.." Bobby thought to himself as he sat up once more, dread in his gut as he came face to face with the Oya students, ones that only existed in a fictional world. Damn had that zap in the storm messed with his brain. He surveyed the crowd around him, recognizing Fujio at the front, still as puppy-like as he was in the movie, the leather couch under him felt almost searing hot to the touch, making it more life like than ever before, and he never had had such a lifelike dream, he was now well and truly afraid. Eyes landing on Todoroki, the teen felt even more unnerved, he had quite the intimidating aura up close and Bobby felt like this was going to be the end of his short life as he knew it, for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This had to be a dream right?

Yasushi watched everyone around the boy, Jamuo trying to talk to the new face, and even the male with the bleached hair and braids knew the poor thing was shaking in his boots and looked ready to cry, overwhelmed and wanting nothing more than to hide away from all the rowdy teens.

"OY, let the guy breath, it won't get you anywhere to be half way to being on top of him." He yells loudly, making the newcomer jump in his spot, slightly cowering in fear and causing weird feelings to arise in the chest of the bleach blonde male, but he pushed it away. He had decided it was best to ignore any issue causing feelings and go to his though exterior.

Bobby sat curled in a ball on the farthest corner of the old leather couch, trying to avoid all eye contact, a new voice broke the silent barrier that had been the air, stirring more feelings of dread within the deep pits of the teen. "You don't look like you are from here, where do you come from, and why are you here?" Asked Todoroki, his voice like a teacher, frim and proper, enough to make someone be cautios, if smart and not against athority anyhow.

"W-well, I'm originally from the united states, but I just recently moved here." Bobby lies,trying to keep his voice smooth,firm and steady, but he knew these guys would sniff out one fuck up, so he only had one chance, had to make it count, "And my name is Bobby, so I would prefer to be addressed as so." The teen was inwardly impressed with how stern he had been, holding his own like a brave lion against a diffrent lion in a den for domanance.

Kyoshi noticed how Yasushi looked at the newest oya attendee and raised an eyebrow to himself, wondering if love had started to blister at his seemingly anti anything other than fighting and Kyoshi heart. It seemed silly to most to notice a change like that just in the eyes, but after being basically brothers as long as the two had, he knew in a heartbeat it was a foreign look to his friend and he needed to figure out how to get it more often, hoping to help his friend like a good wingman.

Bobby stands as the crowd thins, putting his hands in his pockets of his black jacket as he looks over the roof of the school, people milling about looking much smaller from his new vantage point than he realized, to be fair he had only been on a roof once now, and that was something he was convinced it was a dream still, just one that felt so real that you could taste and smell and even feel the dream world around you. Bobby had no clue it wasn't a state of a relm only found in sleep but a random freak accident that gained him his one with, as if it was a geni wish grant for the brunette's own glee, despite the current state of fear he was engulfed in like he had been during the storm. This could be a disaster, or this could be one hell of an adventure, only time will tell.

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[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 32

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Oh, what a shame that things turned out this way Forgive me But you really got to pay up for the suffering you're caused us Join into this children’s chorus

Crank those gears, the music is in me Been a real long day and we're dying to be free Don't stop now, 'cause I can guarantee When the silence drops we're the last thing that you'll see

~Showtime by Madame Macabre, MrCreepyPasta~

Out and into the unpredictable atrium they would go. Charlie planned on making a commotion with Gregory. They would do this outside Fazerblast, as it made more sense for William to be wandering near one of his lairs during the early portions of the night. With Charlie's skills in deception lacking, Gregory knew he'd have to bear the brunt of the acting work. All Charlie had to do was make sure no one untoward came close to him.

The walk there was somewhat tense, though Charlie tried to cut the air by reminding Gregory of all the fun things they’d get to do together once it was all over. It gave the kid the strength to keep moving. Everything had to go perfectly—it just had to. They couldn't afford to let William ruin anyone else's lives.

Turns out he wasn't so far away after all.

Tonight was the night. William refused to wait any longer—his family would be reunited or he’d let this whole place burn to the ground just like all the others. With Vanny missing and totally unreachable now just like the rest of those wretched, sorry excuses for animatronics, William was forced to wander the neon halls in search of Evan.

Michael was keeping them apart, which William found incomprehensible. Once again, his eldest son's reasons had eluded even his brilliant mind.

Michael had grown quite the rebellious streak that Will never had the chance to correct in him. Serves him right for spoiling the boy...

Then, he spotted them—alone and looking petrified were Charlie and Evan, standing hand in hand.

Charlie appeared... relatively the same as before she died. Taller, William noted. He walked quiet and slow from Bonnie Bowl as the two watched the doors of Fazerblast with dreadful gazes.

With a light tap in the vents as inconspicuous as mini-Music Man pattering around, Ennard signaled to Michael and Freddy that the game was on. The pair shared a resolute nod, then as one stomped towards Charlie and Gregory.

“EVAN!” Michael growled, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Freddy walked inches behind him, acting the part of a robot who Mike had hotwired to do his bidding and his alone. The bear scanned the area with narrowed eyes, expression otherwise passive. He had no emotional stake in this event—he was simply here to follow Michael's orders, whatever those may be.

“Where the hell are you?!” Michael continued, emerging into the main atrium. He spotted Gregory and Charlie standing, freezing in his tracks as his eyes widened in rage. “Come here, Evan! Why don't you ever listen to me, you little shit?!”

As Michael ranted, Freddy caught sight of Bonnie stalking them from the shadows on the top level, peering through the glass-paneled railing with glowing purple eyes. Freddy blinked, tearing his gaze away to look back at the “terrified” Charlie and Gregory.

That isn't Bonnie anymore.

The thought echoed in Freddy's head as he shifted, articulating wires tensed as he prepared to move at Michael's command.

Gregory spun on his heel, with Charlie unable to even try to react before he grabbed onto her hand and yanked her forward into a slow jog. It looked as though he was trying to run faster, though appeared scared and uncoordinated.

“RUN!” he told Charlie, who was dragging her feet in an almost scared frozen position. She'd started to move voluntarily when she remembered the act they were putting on depending on her bolting towards the backrooms. In what was her most gripping performance yet, Charlie managed to scream in a scared and high-pitched tone.

“MICHAEL! Stop—stop chasing us!” she shouted as if trying to talk sense into her old friend.

“EVAN!”

The sound of a father in the throes of an adrenaline-fueled panic had caught Charlie off-guard. She wasn't sure if she’d ever heard William so worried. She could only remember that awful birthday party in ’83 as the only proof he had true, powerfully raw emotions.

William bolted down a flight of stairs, skidding in the oversized suit and having to place a firm hand on the floor to prevent himself from drifting too far off his own set track.

“Get away from him, Michael!” he snarled towards his eldest, in hot pursuit of the fleeing group.

Mike let out a growl of frustration, his head swiveling between the escaping duo and William desperately trying to right himself. After a split-second's hesitation Mike snapped his fingers and pointed towards Charlie and Gregory, calling to the animatronic at his shoulder without even bothering to look: “Freddy! Follow them!”

The bear took off, his pace quicker than a typical human's—though Charlie and Gregory were not typical in the slightest, nor were they entirely human anymore. Freddy didn't speak, eyes forward as he moved with the utmost confidence in his ability to nab his prey. Michael started to follow as well, though at a slower pace so he could address William.

Yes, they wanted to get him into the basement as soon as possible, but they also didn't want him to actually get ahold of Gregory—if Mike could stall just a bit to put some distance between them, that would be ideal. Despite the panic clouding William's brain, the Bonnie suit was still fast.

“Father, stay out of this!” Michael hissed, turning around so he was walking backwards whilst facing the purple rabbit. He glared hard, speaking through clenched teeth. “This is your fucking fault, as usual! I'm just trying to talk to my brother—honestly!”

The words were gnarled with a sickly sweet tone that set even Freddy's receding form on edge. It was clearly a blatant lie—the true intentions behind Michael's pursuit were obviously much darker than a simple conversation, and he wanted William to know it.

William was befuddled, both by Michael’s youthful appearance and his speed. The rabbit gave an almost worried expression as he jogged for his son.

“Talk? Michael, stop harassing your brother! You haven’t learned a thing at all, have you?!” he exclaimed, incredulous that Michael was acting this way after all this time.

What did he expect, really? Michael was completely psychotic. He never heard the end of it from other parents and kids his age—how he’d torment and mock for fun. Shoving his brother’s head into a pneumatic jaw for a “prank” was the icing on top of the cake. For all William knew, the boy probably meant to end his brother that day.

Now revived thanks to something Will didn’t yet know, but made immortal by the Remnant William did have a hand in, Evan likely came to his senses and escaped with Charlie. Still a bad choice, but the lesser of two evils.

“Stop! Before you hurt him worse than Remnant can repair,” William warned, paw outstretched as he attempted to grab Michael.

“Fuck off!” Michael snapped, slapping William's hand away and turning to run forward, picking up speed as he did so. “Evan pissed me off, and now I'm going to get him back—it's eye for an eye, Father.”

His tone was mocking and defiant, calling back to those days in the early eighties when Michael actually spoke like this. Though William still existed in a position of paternal trust and authority at the time, Mike was known to push the envelope with him every chance he got.

“Evan was always your favorite...,” Michael spat over his shoulder. This statement was the closest thing to truth he'd said so far; he always wondered if William favored Evan more, despite his claims of how proud he was that Michael seemed to be “just like him” in so many ways. Just more fodder to goad William into following them down the twisting pathways to the basement...

Such a claim had made William slow, a look of disbelief rounding over the rabbit’s face. That was before he sped up, growling once again.

His bastard of a son was mocking him. Michael had the nerve to break his father’s arm and gouge his chest the last time they saw each other, and blatantly disrespected him even now. Just as Mike reached the backrooms, a mechanical death grip grasped onto his shirt and pulled him back.

“Listen here, you shit!” The impact of William tossing Michael into the wall left a human-shaped indentation on the drywall. “You presume to know everything, don’t you?! You idiot; I don’t love your brother over you. Or your sister!”

William was never good at words. Everything came out wrong and calloused. His actions were cruel and imposing in order to get his children to listen to him—after all, they were like him in so many ways. Discipline was often the only thing they’d understand.

And still, he didn’t say it. William danced around the subject of loving his son, positive that even if he wanted to reiterate the truth, Michael would claim his hatred for him once more.

Michael wheezed, the wind knocked out of his mechanical lungs from the shocking impact. He hadn't planned on getting caught, but William was faster than him—always one step faster. Henry's androids were strong and sturdy, but they could still get damaged.

As Michael twisted painfully onto his hands and knees, an error flashed sheer white in the corner of his vision. A gyroscope in his skull needed recalibration, and he could feel a warm, wet trail down the back of his head from where it'd hit the wall. When Michael touched it his fingers came away red with sticky synthetic blood.

“You bastard,” Michael grunted, righting himself with shaky arms and legs as his body quickly readjusted to normalcy as best it could. He glared at the rabbit with nothing but fierce hatred, taking a wobbly step back in the direction of where the others had run and wiping the blood off on his pants as he did so.

William cocked his head, watching his son back up like a kicked puppy. It almost warmed his heart at the sight. Michael may have hated him, but William only saw his victory as a way of winning this argument. For every reversed step Michael took, William responded with an equal advance.

Seeing the blood run free, William blinked and looked down his nose at his son. “Watch your language—now, let’s find your brother before he gets scared.”

He spoke casually as if it was the old days. Like Michael had acted up and William employed some corporal punishment to get his point across. A rare tactic, and certainly nothing this extreme had ever been used… But desperate times called for desperate measures.

It almost made one wonder where William thought he was—or when.

Michael gently smacked the side of his head with the base of his palm, vainly hoping the gyroscope would realign on its own. This only made the notification blink faster and Michael suppressed a groan. Clearly, his injury wasn't pulling at his father's heartstrings. In fact, seeing a head wound that surely would have severely damaged a normal human seemed to make William a bit smug.

A shot of dark fear ran up Michael's spine. It was so familiar, the old feeling of horror at how cruel his father had become. Though Michael had searched for William in order to try and undo his wrongs, in the back of his mind there was always a tiny voice that hoped he wouldn't find him... He just knew this was no longer the man who used to be a parent, made abundantly clear when Michael saw the body melded to that golden Bonnie suit. Staring into those bright, silver eyes, Mike realized with striking finality that his father's humanity was well and truly gone. He was just a being driven mad by his own fantasies.

And now, it was time to put those fantasies to an end. Michael turned with a sneer, a little unsteady at first when he tried to walk at a normal pace. Thankfully the rest of his inner parts were able to overcompensate well enough despite the misaligned gyroscope, and soon Mike was leading his father down the predetermined path. He made a point to look around corners and pause every so often to listen, pretending like he had no idea where they were actually headed and searching for Evan, too.

William did very much differ from the man from his childhood when it was just the two of them, Mom, and the Emilys.

Before the restaurant.

Before Freddy Fazbear.

Before the unfortunate chain of events that lead to what culminated as finally taking Michael’s father off of spiritual life support.

“Bonnie” shambled behind Michael, eyes darting around for Evan and calling him every so often the further they descended. It was only after a five minute stretch of unbearable silence that William mentioned:

“Oh… You’re bleeding, Michael…”

He spoke slowly, as if Mike couldn’t have possibly realized that himself by now. It was matted in his hair and half-smeared over his forehead and cheek. Maybe William assumed he had brain damage now and couldn’t think for himself. Ah, well.

“DAD! CHARLIE?!” shouted the panicked voice of a child, startling William from his train of thought.

“That's him!” William perked up, ears twitching at the sound—so much closer to his goal now more than ever.

As they rounded the corner, the final piece of their ruse came into view: Freddy was waiting in the middle of the hallway just outside Henry’s workshop. He stood at attention, and clutched tightly in his grasp was Gregory. The boy’s arms were cinched behind his back, held firmly at the wrists by one strong paw. Freddy’s other claw laced through Gregory’s hair, pulling the boy’s head back at an almost painful angle in an effort to make him immobile.

Mike had to give the kid credit: Gregory looked utterly terrified.

“I have caught Evan as you instructed, Michael,” Freddy said, his tone unnaturally flat. Mike’s sour expression slowly morphed into a grin. He glanced towards his father, then back to Freddy. If William hadn’t thought he was psychotic before, he surely would in a few seconds.

“Perfect,” Michael said, starting to walk fast now towards the bear and his brother. He pointed to the workshop, his grin practically devilish at this point. “Take him in there—I’ve got some things I want to tell him that Father won’t be pleased with overhearing...”

Gregory thrashed his legs uselessly. It was no use. No matter how hard he “tried,” there was no budging Freddy's paws. Their locking grip over his wrists and in his hair made him feel like a wild animal trapped and hauled by the scruff.

“LET ME GO!” Gregory managed to cry, all pent up and red in the face as he kicked the empty air. “I'm sorry! Okay?! I said I was sorry! He's hurting me!”

He could only protest in vain as Freddy quickly ran them into the darkness. With hands on his head in shock at the state of his child and the intentionally murderous grin Michael bore, William watched at the horror his eldest wrought.

“You're being a damn monster again, Michael!” he muttered, unknowing to his own hypocrisy as he stormed the room beyond the storage area.

…It was dark. An all-consuming darkness, with no focal point to speak of. Not even Bonnie’s animatronic eyes could make out anything in the smoke-scented depths.

“Evan!” shouted an increasingly distraught William, attempting to feel his way around the room. “... Kids?”

That was when it hit him. The next part of the plan was in play, a combination of Henry’s tinkering and William’s own man-made depravity come back to haunt him anew. The already delusional bunny stood no chance—not when he saw a feminine frame standing underneath a blinking, red EXIT sign, silhouetted with a demanding posture.

And then it was William's turn to feel true fear, if only for a second.

“Who...” he whispered, barely audible from his overworked voice box.

“Will? I missed you, Will…”

The voice was soft, slightly distorted in a dreamlike way as the silhouette moved gracefully towards the rabbit. It never got close though, fading in and out of view as it disappeared into pockets of darkness between tiny string lights hung on the wall that seemed to flicker on in time with the figure’s approach. Eventually it stopped, the light above its head revealing her faint outline once again. Tall, matronly, and graceful, the aura stretched her arms out to beckon William closer.

“Don’t you miss me, too, sweetheart?”

Freddy and Michael were waiting in the opposite corner of the room with baited breath as William slowly began walking towards his delusion. Gregory had been shuffled out into the hallway during the rabbit’s initial confusion, leaving the boys to lie in wait.

Of course, it wasn’t his long-deceased wife calling out. But it was arguably the next best thing: a being made in her image, crafted with love and care—and a sprinkling of murderous intent. Without Ballora’s outer shell to hide within, this had always been the shakiest part of the plan. Yet thanks to a refurbished mind-altering disc Ennard had found within their wires, Henry had been able to fiddle with it enough to produce a solid approximation of the ballerina’s likeness. The closer you looked the more cracks appeared in the illusion, hence the lowlights. In near-darkness, it was hard to lock onto how the figure's outline fizzled and glitched on occasion.

Really, the biggest miracle was Ennard tapping into only one of their voice boxes in time to keep up the ruse.

“Yes—” William’s response was instantaneous as he shambled forward. For as much as he’d cursed her name for dying and leaving him alone with a murderous son and only the fleeting memory of their other children, he was surprisingly soft-sounding.

It felt as if it took eons to cross the floor and make it to her. Her outstretched hand waiting for his—

“Cynthia, you have no idea how—”

CLUNK

William whipped around, the lights cutting out in a jolt as an electric fizzle of static cut through the air. Behind him, the door locked and he was confined to a space barely wider than he was.

It was a damned charging pod.

William raised his arms and beat on the door to no avail. He shouted as his hands impacted glass and metal with no use.

“You tricked me! MICHAEL, YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE MONSTER, YOU TRICKED ME AGAIN!” William shouted, beating on the door to no avail. “Where is she?! Where’s Evan?! Michael?!”

He caught sight of his wife again—only she was wrong now, twisting into a horrible, writhing mass that seemed move up, crawling along the wall like a horrific insect. How could he be fooled by such stupid lies?

“MICHAEL!” William groaned, commanding him to: “LET ME OUT!”

“Gosh, he’s gotten awfully whiny with old age. Hasn’t he, Evan?” wondered a particularly posh tone. The unmistakable candor of his daughter had frozen William solid.

“Yeah… he’s kind of annoying now,” a smaller voice spoke up bluntly.

“Oh, you guys have no fucking idea how much trouble it is to take care of a senile old man,” Michael lamented with a heavy sigh, moving into place between his siblings. It was then that the half-shot overhead lights flickered on, revealing a group just barely able to squeeze in enough so they could all be seen through the charging pod’s porthole.

Front and center were the Afton kids, standing strong and solid in their androids, reborn again from Charlie’s quick soul-transfer. Charlie herself made up the fourth member of their stalwart quartet and lingering slightly behind their shoulders was the ghost of Cassidy, her excited rage palpable to all those around her. Next to her were Glamrock Freddy and Gregory, both completely unharmed and holding hands in a very non-opposing, rather affectionate way.

And then, finally, striding up to the charging pod was an older man with a face hardened by years of anguish. His eyes, though? They remained bright with unquenchable hope.

“Hello, old friend,” Henry Emily said, pressing a hand to the glass porthole as he looked proudly upon their prize.

William’s confused and lost gaze only turned to that of rage and betrayal at being tricked. They all worked together now?

That kid on the arm of the Glamrock Freddy wasn’t Evan at all—just some look-alike that successfully lured him into their trap with what little sympathy Will had left. And he’d even used up precious Remnant on the little shit… With his wife nowhere to be seen, he inferred that she too must’ve been a trap. Henry took up most of the view now, forcing William’s sight to lock on in contempt to his former friend.

“You… You tricked me—Henry, I was going to make it all right again!” William claimed, as if that was his plan the whole time: to bring back everyone he’d wronged at the expense of these strangers’ lives.

And maybe that could’ve been accomplished if given some time. Though none of the ghosts desired more bloodshed unless the blood they let was William’s, and his alone.

“Please, you need to believe me…,” he claimed, and Henry sneered at that voice. The meek sounding one; the one William would use to repeatedly get his way with anyone who just never knew better.

“It’s over! You lose again, shithead!” Cassidy interrupted, unable to hold herself together as the cacophonous giggles erupted forth. She attempt to cover her mouth and stay quiet, though the sight of William about to be slowly tortured was simply too funny for her to resist. “Now you’re going to go fishing foreeeever, Willy!”

“SHUT UP!” William shrieked at the girl, fear betraying in his smooth way of talking. “No fishing! P-please…! And don’t you dare put me in that god damn office—”

It was so odd, Gregory noted, watching the creature he feared most beg for mercy. Odd, but not unwelcome.

“I haven’t believed a word you’ve said in decades, Will,” Henry remarked, ignoring the rabbit-man’s plaintive cries. His once-soft eyes held nothing but pure hatred for the being in front of him, and he spoke in a voice unbecoming of his usual nature—low and powerful, commanding authority with every syllable.

Henry was holding back the urge to phase through the glass and strangle William with his bare hands, just like the disgusting murderer did to Charlie all those years ago. It wouldn’t be enough to destroy him, but damn would it be satisfying. Even in his ghostly form, he was sure the raw emotion backing his actions could snap a few animatronic joints.

“How could you?” Henry continued, locking onto those glowing eyes without an ounce of fear. William’s gaze shifted away uncomfortably, causing Henry to smack the side of the pod so loudly everyone in the room jumped. “LOOK AT ME, YOU FUCKING COWARD!”

The rabbit’s wide eyes snapped to his and Henry relaxed ever-so-slightly. “Yes, that’s right—you’re a coward, William. You couldn’t accept that you ever did anything wrong, so you had to fuck things up even worse.”

There was a slight pause for Henry to suck in a deep breath, steeling himself for the answer his next query was about to receive. Whatever it was, he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied—but he just wanted to see William squirm in discomfort.

In a cold voice, face twisted in a mask of accusatory hatred, he asked: “Why did you kill my daughter, Will? She trusted you—we all did. And you betrayed that trust forever in one night. I just want to know why.”

The silence grew over them as William’s head slumped. As soon as he retook eye contact, the shame and guilt had forced William’s head to hang. He would take anything over this confrontation with his only friend. Or rather, his former friend. He’d take fishing, old man consequences—hell, he’d take Mr. Fucking Hippo over this trial of his peers.

After a pain-filled eternity waiting with baited breath, they’d finally know why. William couldn’t look at either Henry or Charlie, so he chose to look past them instead.

“It was an accident. I swear it was! I came to the dinner, I drove there drunk… I blacked out on the highway, Henry…,” the disgraced Afton admitted, for the first time in a long time being genuine with the way he spoke. Henry’s disappointment and rage had gutted the truth from deep inside him. “I came to when… W-When she was on the ground. She was covered in rain water… My hands around her throat—I was jealous, I think… I wanted what you had. And I was a bad friend for taking it from you…”

Charlie had long-since covered her ears, though her wobbling lip indicated she could still hear everything. Even if there was a smidgeon of truth in that explanation, Charlie couldn’t forgive him.

What if he’d called an ambulance, instead of hopping back in the car and leaving her to suck in her last breath of rainwater? Would Charlie have survived?

She supposed it didn’t matter all that much now.

Michael moved to Charlie’s side, wrapping an arm around her waist and letting her lean on his shoulder as she vainly blocked out her killer’s words. He couldn’t be there for his dear friend on that fateful day, but he could certainly stand with her now.

“I took your trust and I squandered it, Hen; I’m sorry,” William said with finality, now looking Henry in the eye. The truth did not set William free; it burned coming out instead.

Henry was silent as he listened to William’s explanation. His heart ached for all the family he’d lost, blood-related and otherwise. He and William used to be like brothers, practically inseparable after their first meeting in college so long ago.

“…‘A bad friend,’” Henry echoed hollowly after a moment. He laughed, the sound choked with pain and hurt. “A bad friend… you MURDERED my daughter! And you couldn’t even fucking own up to it, you absolute bastard!”

The ghost was shaking now, nails scraping against the glass where they pressed in, trying so hard not to reach through and destroy William just as he’d destroyed his sweet Charlie.

“I wouldn’t have forgiven you—nothing could make up for killing an innocent child—my sweet girl. But if you’d have just let me help you before you—”

Henry cut himself off, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a shuddering breath. That opportunity was long gone; he’d offered William his shoulder to cry on when Evan died, offered an ear for his friend to scream his confused frustration into… but William chose a different path. He went on a route of self-destruction, the loss of one child clouding his mind to the other two he still had, as well as all those willing to stand by his side through it all.

Eventually Henry looked up again, glaring daggers at the Bonnie suit that represented so much heartache and torment.

“I’ll never forgive you,” he said with a soft shake of his head, then locked onto those glowing eyes with pure, unadulterated loathing. “I just have one more thing to say, and then I’m going to leave you at the mercy of those you’ve wronged far worse than me: I hate you, William Afton. I hope you rot in the deepest pit of hell for all eternity.”

And with that Henry stepped back, dipping his head in deference to whichever spirit wanted to speak to the horrible rabbit next.

Charlie began to sob unabashed into the crook of Michael’s shoulder. Hearing that all of this might’ve been prevented if William just opened up?

It burned her inside.

Her whole life was taken from her in less than three minutes because William self-destructed, unwilling to let anyone in after the death of his youngest child. She tried to remind herself that she was fine now, that the battle long-fought was now closing to its end.

But she wasn’t okay.

Charlie was dead, and that would never change. She could play dress up in a robotic skin and pretend to be happy, but it wasn’t the same without a pulse. For the dozenth time this weekend, Charlie was glad that Michael was there to hold her up. Without him, she might’ve fallen to the floor in a pool of her own tears long ago.

As Henry backed away from the glass William began to pound on the door, desperate for them to release the locks.

“HENRY!” he gasped out, moving into an unbridled panic. “DON’T! Don’t leave me with them! Please—I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Charlie! I’m sorry, Michael! I-I’m sorry—”

To cease his meaningless rambles Cassidy popped up in front of the window, face bloody and distorted on her command into something nightmarish. She’d often manipulate her appearance to frighten the old man back to place, as it was one of the only joys she had left in this world. William jolted backwards, his head and back hitting the pod wall as he screamed in terror.

Freddy had picked Gregory up by this point, holding him close as they listened to William’s anguished shouting. He wasn’t trying to hide Gregory—after everything he’d been through, the boy deserved to stay with the rest of the spirits as long as he could stand—but Freddy reasoned they could both use the mutual comfort.

As Cassidy tormented William Henry fell back into line next to Charlie, rubbing soothing circles on her back as she cried into Michael’s shoulder. He and Mike gave each other a grim, understanding nod, and at that moment the youngest Afton moved forward. Clutching Lizzie’s hand, Evan pulled his sister to the charging pod with determined steps.

“Cas, can you let us have a turn?” Evan asked in a surprisingly confident tone. For a moment Cassidy would disregard her former suit-mate’s request, but upon seeing his and Lizzie’s expressions she backed away so they could stand directly in front of the glass.

“Dad?” Evan called, standing on tiptoe to see William as he cringed away from the souls of his dead children. Evan tried to be strong, he really did… but all it took was one deep, shuddering breath to break open the dam of fresh tears he’d been holding in for almost forty years. Hot lines tracked down his cheeks, the sensation both foreign and all too familiar to the boy whose defense mechanism had been sobbing loud enough for his father to come save him.

It was combination of things that led to Evan’s demise that day in ‘83. There was Michael, of course—the initiating factor, there was no denying that even if Evan had forgiven him. William had been distracted during the incident, working with those delicate spring lock suits and trying to ensure that no one got hurt when finagling themselves into the fuzzy death trap.

But even if by some miracle he could’ve heard Evan’s cries from the back room, they weren’t loud enough—in fact, Evan had been so scared the moment he was lifted up and shoved towards Golden Freddy’s gaping maw that his vocal cords had fizzled out into nothing more than a silent scream.

Really, it wasn’t William’s fault he hadn’t got to Evan in time to prevent the bite. However, everything the man had done afterwards in the name of resurrecting his family was his responsibility and his alone.

“D-Dad, how… how c-could you hurt s-so m-many people?!” Evan sobbed, clutching Lizzie’s hand while his other squeezed into a tiny fist, free-flowing tears dripping onto his shirt to stain dark splotches in the fabric. “I-I trusted you… we l-loved you…”

The sound of William's heart breaking was nearly audible. He floundered for a reason—

Reasons? Or excuses? he thought bitterly to himself, realizing the weight of Evan's words.

Loved. Past tense.

Evan shared the same opinion as his brother now. No longer was Will his little boy's hero, but another monster that hid under his bed or lurked in the shadows.

“No—” William began, his voice coming out in a choking sound. “—No... Son, please don't say that...” His hand faltered slightly as it touched the glass, begging for a connection with the son he lost so long ago. “I did it for all of you... I just wanted you back so badly, Evan. I-I lost sight of what mattered...”

He realized it all too late. After the countless times he returned, rage inside his heart feeding his awful bloodlust… There was no turning back from it all; no need to deny it.

“Please, Evan? Y-You can't say you don't love me anymore...!” he fretted. William may not have had a proper throat, but it felt like he’d swallowed barbed wire. His actions meant nothing, as his children hated him now for what he had done.

Evan’s bottom lip quivered violently as he tried to hold in his crying while William spoke. He knew the man he called “Dad” out of habit wasn’t going to apologize—he couldn’t, not now—but Evan was still willing to hear him out. As expected, William was full of nothing but pleading excuses, and while the anguish in his voice twisted like a knife in Evan’s heart… he still couldn’t forgive him.

He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a choked-off sob. Evan quickly shook his head, turning to bury his face in the comfort of his big sister that he’d been missing for so long. He cried openly into her shirt, clinging to the back of it with such force it was a wonder he didn’t rip holes into the fabric.

Michael couldn’t stand to hear his brother cry. He’d hated the sound as a kid too, though for entirely different reasons. Back then, it’d just been an annoying, almost constant noise—at least in Michael’s mind. It took him far too long to realize that Evan would cry far less if his big brother hadn’t turned so cruel over the years. Of course, Evan’s final birthday party quickly saw the end of Michael’s mean streak, and not a moment too soon—the worst thing would be for Michael to have turned out anything remotely similar to how his father was now, blindly indifferent towards others in order to achieve his own selfish goals.

Listening to Evan’s body-shaking sobs in this dim workshop spurred Michael into action. He carefully detached himself from Charlie, letting Henry hold onto his daughter as she recovered from her own emotional reaction. Within seconds he was at his siblings’ side, and at the gentle touch to his shoulder Evan looked up at him. He released his grip on Lizzie to cling to Michael’s waist instead, burying his face into the presence of the strong, safe big brother he used to have, finally returned after so many years of darkness.

“Liz, if you’ve got anything to say I’d suggest you say it now, because if we keep him around much longer I might very well do something that may go against our plan,” Michael murmured in a voice tense with poorly-controlled anger. He was keeping it together for his family, but if he had his way William would be slowly ripped apart limb by limb, and Michael would make sure he felt every second of it.

What could Elizabeth even say? She didn't want an apology from her father. It wouldn't do any good to her now. He had a chance to make things right when she found him years ago, and all he did was use her to further his plan—sending Mike in as a decoy and making them both suffer pain unimaginable both so close and so far apart.

She wanted to put that behind her. The fire that killed both Michael and Henry; those horrible years in the dank warehouse of Circus Baby's Pizza World; that one and only day the clown had been on stage... Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to forget as much as she could. Should she be unable to move on after all of this, Liz would want her memory to be wiped. All she wanted to remember were the Emilys and her brothers. Good and bad times, at least they wouldn't concern the man that asked her for ideas on a fun new character—only to have that same character churn her to bits inside its body.

Staring William in the eyes with the utmost calm, like she’d practiced for this very moment in her head, she murmured coldly: “I don't have anything to say to him. Come on, Evan.”

William watched as Elizabeth turned from him. It was like every good memory he had with his children played in his mind in rapid succession, only to be burned to ashes by Liz's indifferent words. She was the very last person he expected to snub him. And now, there was no one...

Gregory took in a deep breath. Now seemed as good a time as any... Letting go of Freddy's hand he approached the glass, staring up at the shaking rabbit inside with piercing silver eyes that seemed to mock William’s very existence.

“You awful, nasty... cruel man,” Gregory growled with furrowed brows. “You ruined my friends’ lives, and fucked over mine. I'm really gonna enjoy this.”

With that he walked towards a set of thick cables leading to a powered-down arcade box. He plugged them into the terminal, then typed in Henry’s special code to begin a direct download from the charging pod. In tandem, from a flush cavity in the pod emerged a two-pronged device which quickly snapped into place using the access points in the back of Bonnie’s skull before the rabbit-man had a chance to react.

“Do what?! Liz! Evan! What's the kid doing?!” William gasped, sounding as if he were hyperventilating. “Do you REALLY think that'll keep me trapped forever, you stupid boy? MICHAEL, MAKE HIM STOP!”

“Don't talk to him!” Michael snapped, stepping up to the porthole so William was forced to stare into his icy eyes. He let out a laugh, short and humorless as he looked upon the frail man who'd been so confident just hours before. “All that reincarnation made you stupid—do you honestly think I'd so much as lift a finger to help you? I've told you before, and I'll say it again: I fucking hate you. You've put me through so much hell I can't even begin to describe the depths of it.”

He paused, closing his eyes for a moment as he took a calming breath. Then he gazed upon William again, looking down his nose at the trembling creature in the charging pod who was losing just a little bit of himself every second.

“You know, I used to hate that I'd inherited your face,” Michael continued, touching his cheek as he recalled those long hours in front of the mirror regretting his very existence. “I cursed you and your damn genetics, and every time someone told me how much I resembled 'my dear father' I wanted to run into the nearest bathroom and just rip my fucking skin off.”

Michael's nails pressed into the false flesh, hard enough to leave faint indents. He shook his head, lips curled into a grinning sneer.

“But now... I'm glad I still look like you. I'm glad because now I can finally use this horrible face to do some good in the end. Even if I was too late for all the kids you selfishly took away, I can take you down in their stead—me and the one kid you just couldn't quite catch.”

He spared a side-long glance at Gregory, then pressed his palm up to the glass just as Henry had done. “And then, once you're wiped from existence, I'm going to be the nicest fucking person in this damn town and prove everything you could've been if you just got out of your own head and took a second to pay attention to your own fucking children.”

Mike needed to get it all out, Gregory thought, watching with intent as he slowed his furious typing.

William, who before had been frozen speechless... started to laugh. It was by no means confident. Nervous, certainly, and devoid of humor as he began to rant.

“You'll never be happy. I'll keep coming back as many times as I need to—”

Gregory wasn't going to sit idly and let William sow doubt in their minds. His fingers restarted their quick pace, the commands he entered poised and practiced, not missing a beat before smacking the enter key. A sudden flash of yellow sparked as the charging pod was redirected, taking energy from its subject and subsequently shutting William down with a loud spark. His download was quick, flying through ethernet cables and into the boxed arcade machine.

“Shut up, already. Old freak...,” Gregory griped, sounding bored as William's personality had finally drained into the little, half-burned game called Midnight Motorist.

What a weird choice, he thought. Though he supposed they’d only grabbed what was available. Gregory turned to look at the group of dead people, feeling their collective anxiety and animosity center solely on the game now.

Without prompting, Charlie stepped forward. She knew what she had to do, and made a beeline for the powered-down pod first. A pale hand was pressed to its stark red outer casing and Charlie closed her eyes, feeling with that special power lain deep in her being for any lingering piece of William’s soul. As expected, thankfully, she came up empty.

She hadn’t been able to sense his soul at all this weekend, in fact—at least, not in the traditional sense. Not like her father’s or the Aftons’; Cassidy’s or Hannah’s. William’s decrepit self was buried deep underneath something sharp and twisting. If Charlie had to describe it, she’d liken it to what she imagined reaching into the internet and grabbing a handful of code would feel like.

Cold. Digital. Like the man had been reduced to something that was more suited to the virtual world instead of reality.

The charging pod was empty of life. Charlie moved to the standing console, peering down at the dusty game. Now here she could sense… something. A tiny spark of blue fire that didn’t quite fit with the rest of the unassuming box. Breath shuddering, Charlie placed a palm flat against this and closed her eyes once more. She imagined a net encompassing the system, trapping anything and everything inside. She swore she heard the faintest, tinniest scream.

It made her smile.

“Alright, guys—we got him,” she announced, stepping back to join the others. There was a moment of silence as the weight of that statement fell upon the room.

“…Well?” Gregory asked, gesturing to the console now that there was no serial murderer to intimidate. “Anyone wanna take the first shot at busting this thing?”

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I AM TRYING TO IDENTIFY A MEME MASHUP FROM 2018 (or earlier)

aka the mreligion_set01 post

in 2018 someone i knew sent me a song someone they knew made. it was a 12 minute long meme mashup and it was really impressive. ive had this file on my computer for 5 years and ive listened to it so much but the problem is that i have no idea who the fuck made it or whether it's ever been posted online anywhere. i may very well be one of the only people thats ever heard this song. PLEASE try and help me identify it.

unfortunately. i am NOT going to post it here. because it is not mine and i cannot properly give credit. HOWEVER i am going to post a TRACKLIST because it is a distinctive tracklist that will help in identifying it.

this thing is 12 minutes 10 seconds, or maybe 12 minutes and 9 seconds. it's MAYBE associated with siivagunner somehow because it has siivagunner memes in it. i dont know all the songs in it but i listed the majority of them

track list IN ORDER below the cut (sorry for inserting opinions into it i just really like this mashup)

snow halation casin by glue70 (reposted in the wrong neighborhood) we are number one all star boulevard of broken dreams gary come home from spongebob shelter porter robinson accidentally in love from shrek 2 679 by fetty wap closer chainsmokers in the air tonight witchcraft by pendulum live and learn numb linkin park one week barenaked ladies zedd clarity Vagrant Counting Song of Retrospection from Kirby Planet Robobot (THIS SONG IS THE BASE FOR SIIVAGUNNER REBOOTED) ocean man take on me blurred lines by robin thicke welcome to the black parade the man by aloe blacc smooth we are number one bonetrousle purple lamborghini from suicide squad [this bridge dates this song heavily] waters of nazareth chip da ripper freestyle with interior crocodile alligator sample of joel saying "GRAND DAD. FLEENTSTONES?" dk rap down with the sickness ghostbusters crank that soulja boy gangnam style i play pokemon go every day (pg song for kids) by misha the nutshack [end of bridge] reeses puffs rap (on top of waters of nazareth) let the bodies hit the floor cruel angel's thesis uptown funk YMCA village people wild wild west will smith rhythm heaven ringside (POSEA FOR THE FANS) tunak tunak tun kahoot theme gentleman psy pen pineapple apple pen feel good inc gorillaz nutshack theme boombastic by shaggy panda swimming pools drank by kendrick lamar forever by drake et al goodbye to a world porter robinson [editors note. this part of this mashup is really fucking good. i need to find out who made this shit because it rules so hard] shooting stars bag raiders, snow halation, carry on my wayward son. 21 guns green day lord of the game death grips ignition remix r kelly cinema (skrillex or whoever) i dont care charli xcx scatman CAAAAAAARRY OOOOOONNN of welcome to the black parade TAAAAAAKE ONNNNN MEEEEEEE space oddity by davie bowie through the fire and flames dragonforce king of carrot flowers part 2 by neutral milk hotel spider-man 2 pizza theme mamma mia abba [reprise of a bunch of songs from the intro <3<3<3] fireflies by owl city

NOTABLE: THIS MASHUP DOES NOT HAVE MEGALOVANIA IN IT

&so with that i say please find this mashup and send it to me and listen to it

#this post might b a little silly but thats ok #a511ff #mashup #siivagunner #silvagunner #<-people in these tags will be more likely to know how to look for this shit

[chimini3]

MAKEUP THE BREAK UP

Park Jimin | Chapter 1

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Park Jimin x OC

Synopsis: What happens when Park Jimin’s biggest what if comes back into his life? His friendly neighbor, childhood best friend, high school lover, and now his makeup artist?! Amidst the 2020 outbreak, the last thing he needed was Seong Areum making his heart skip a beat and fill his stomach with air. What will he do when unspoken words threaten to slip past his tongue? Would he take the chance of ruining a healing past? Or would he let her slip away once more and let himself get lost in the lights?

Warnings: just me not knowing how to write how children act, inaccurate timeline (I’m pretty sure Jimin said the toilet incident happened when he was 5 but in here its when he’s 10), not beta read

Word Count: 7.4k words

The Years I Knew You

[2000]

“Eumi, Aaron! Come here!” My mother called and I cranked my neck from the makeup kit I was applying on my life-size Barbie head.

I walked out of the room I shared with my older brother before looking towards the hallway to the living room, my eyes meeting my older brother’s as he waited for me to catch up with him before we both showed our presence to our mother.

“Yes, Eomma?” I answered as we synchronously peaked our heads out of the doorway to see the guests that sat on the living room couch.

“Aaron, Areum, meet our neighbors the Parks!” My mother smiled widely as we walked towards her to be in a better view for the family.

Two parents who seemed the same age as my parents and two boys who also seemed to be roughly the same age as me though younger than my brother.

“Hello there! These are my two boys, Jimin and JiHyun!” The mother smiled brightly at me and my brother and I sent her a soft smile back before greeting the two boys a smile too.

“The Park’s are going to eat dinner here, so why don’t you four play in your room while we get the food ready.” My mother ushered the four of us to the hallway and my brother led the way to our bedroom as the two boys seemed to have their own conversation from behind me.

“Woah! Dragon Ball comics!”

I turned to the two boys as the younger one of the two had his jaw dropped and both of them looked at my brother’s comic collection wide-eyed.

“Yeah, my dad collected them before and gave them to me!” My brother smiled brightly as the younger boy quickly walked towards my brother and closer to the wooden bookcase with the collection of comics.

I can see the older one glance at me first before also walking towards my brother as they started talking about the comic series.

“You guys like comics?” My seven year old brother asked as he seemed to enjoy the same interest as the boys younger than him.

“Yeah! Appa said he’d let us join Taekwondo when we’re older.” The older one spoke proudly as it was now my brother’s turn to show his adoring wide eyes.

I smiled at the boys standing on one side of the room near the bookshelf as I walked back to my side of the room and sat on the floor to continue my game of Barbie makeup.

I articulately placed the shimmery pinks and purples on the eyelids of my life size barbie head. I treated her as though she was one of my Eomma’s salon customers.

Usually when my brother had school and my Appa had work at the construction site, then I’d accompany my Eomma to the salon she worked at down the street. I’d watch her and her colleagues turn black hair to rainbows like magic, color nails with paint, and the best part was that they would also apply colorful crayons to the eyelids and lips of their client to make them pretty and look like fairies.

I loved the salon, though I rarely go there now as I started going to kindergarten last year.

“Woah, Barb-bee!”

I saw the younger Park before I heard him speak. His hands flew towards the perfectly combed hair of my Barbie head before he flung it around in the air.

I heard myself shriek as I looked in horror at my beautiful Barbie head getting messed up and dented at some areas. I tried to pull the doll away from the younger Park's hands but the struggle only made it worse.

I can hear a yell of ‘stop’ before the younger park finally lets go of my Barbie head doll after flinging it across the room.

I didn’t even make an attempt to walk towards it as I slumped my body further into the carpeted floor. Salty tears slipped past my eyelids as I sat defeated.

“JiHyun! Look what you did! Say sorry to Noona.”

I heard the older Park scold the younger as Aaron picked up the doll and turned his back to obstruct my view of him trying to fix it.

“Say sorry, go on.”

“Sawrey noon-ah.”

His baby teeth showed as he tried to apologize.

I felt one last tear slide down my cheek before wiping it away. The boy only looked a year younger than me so he was probably still learning how to be kind to others in kindergarten, like how I learned it last year. I remember it being very difficult to know when I was in the wrong, especially when I didn’t mean to do things that hurt someone else’s feelings, so I understand that the younger must’ve not meant to do it.

“It’s okay. I forgive you. Just don’t do it again, okay?” I sent a soft smile to the younger Park as his arms went to wrap around my neck. He started leaning his weight on me to stand up from the floor and I almost toppled over from his weight though thankfully the older Park had already helped his younger brother stand up and take most of the weight off me.

“What happened here? We heard screaming.” The Park Ahjumma stood at the door with furrowed brows as the four of us looked towards her.

“Eomma, JiHyun broke Areum ssi’s doll.” The older Park snitched as the woman came inside the room and took the younger Park in her arms.

“I think it's time for JiHyun ssi to eat his dinner.” The woman cooed before walking out the door.

My brother placed a still-dented and broken Barbie head doll on the floor in front of me as he sent me a sad smile.

“Sorry Eumi ah, I tried to fix it. I’ll ask Appa to see how we can fix it, or if he can fix it.” Aaron acted on his idea of fixing the situation quickly as he soon walked out the room in search of our father.

I looked at my wrecked Barbie doll in front of me. Her supposed straight blonde hair was sticking out in different directions, and the small braids that I learned to do on her hair were missing and were replaced with chunks of flesh-colored plastic and holes where the strands should’ve been. Her toy makeup was smudged, and her face had dents where the younger Park’s fingers pressed too hard and when she collided against the brown wood instead of the carpeted floor.

“I’m really sorry about JiHyun. He just turned three so he’s still learning to not touch other people’s stuff.” The older Park that I now know is named Jimin apologized.

“It’s okay, I also just learned about it last year. I understand.” I sent him a smile though a slight frown remained on his lips.

“How old are you?” He asked randomly.

“I’m four! How about you, Jimin?” I smiled as I waved my four fingers at him.

“I’m five. I thought I had to call you noona.” He laughed though I didn’t really understand what he meant by ‘noona’. My name wasn’t noona. I was Areum. Seong Areum.

He must’ve noticed my lack of response as he spoke again with another topic on his tongue.

“I can’t fix your doll, but if you want then you can do your makeup on me.”

He was hesitant at speaking his idea of making the situation better for me though I smiled at his idea and turned to face him as he read my expression and sat down on the carpet beside me.

I turned to the toy vanity table I had and took the glittery pink comb and started to run it through his short black hair. I even had to stand up and squat to properly comb out the top and sides of his head.

Once I thought it was thoroughly combed I started picking out strands from in front of his head and tried to separate them into three parts to twist them together like Eomma taught me to do braids though his hair was too short to twist into the pattern I wanted. His hair was so short in fact that it didn’t even cover his forehead like the bangs I had in front of my forehead. The hair behind his head also wasn’t as long as the hair that reached my shoulders. His hair was weird and not like my Barbie.

“Jimin… I can’t braid your hair.” I frowned as he turned his head to look up at me and his eyes squinted to the point of disappearing because of how big his smile was.

“Of course Areum! I have shorter hair.” He giggled and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

[2002]

“Jiminie look! I have a baby sister, like you now!” I smiled brightly as I saw the Park brothers enter my mother’s hospital room.

My father greeted both parents whilst Jimin and JiHyun quickly dodged the adults and walked towards the hospital crib that kept the newest Seong member.

“No, not like me. You have a baby sister now, I have a baby brother.” Jimin corrected me as we both looked at the baby in the crib whilst our parents talked.

“She looks like me in my old pictures!” JiHyun piped up and I was taken by surprise at how much he progressed from the three weeks where I couldn’t see the Park brothers.

“No, she looks like Eumi.” Jimin corrected his brother.

“See how much bigger her eyes are, and she already has a mole on her nose like the mole on Eumi’s nose and Aaron’s chin.” Jimin added and I suddenly felt a sense of unexplainable embarrassment from having moles on my skin. Though Jimin was always an observative one and so he quickly added on what he meant.

“Moles are cute. It makes your face memorable. I like your moles Eumi. I like your face too, it’s very pretty so don’t worry.” Jimin hugged me and I hugged him back.

“Her name is Ahnna. Seong Ahnna. Do you want to hold her?” Aaron came up behind us with little warning as we turned to look at him, though in my peripheral vision, I can see JiHyun losing interest and going over to his parents.

“I am holding her, look.” I smiled as I reached my hand out to hold my baby sister’s hand.

“No, I meant to carry her!” Aaron looked annoyed though took my lack of quick response as a yes and called our father over.

“Appa! Eumi and Jimin want to hold Ahnna!”

The rest of the adults looked towards our direction as our father sent me a soft smile.

“What?! I— Eumi wants to hold Ahnna! I’ll jus—-just watch.” Jimin slowly backed away though one look at the slight frown face and he seemed to have a change of mind.

“Come on Minie! I can’t carry a baby alone!”

Jimin sighed loudly before nodding to me and coming up next to my side on the crib. He’s always like this. For some reason, I always end up getting what I wanted when it involves him.

“You won’t carry her, Eumi. I’ll just lay her on your lap.

My father gestured for both me and Jimin to sit on the sofa beside him. I hesitantly sat down as Jimin sat down beside me, big eyes doubting his participation.

“Jimin, have you carried JiHyun when he was a baby?” My father asked as he stood up and carefully picked up baby Ahnna in his arms.

“Yes, I did when I was two.”

“Well then, this should be easier for you since you’re all grown up now. How old are you now?”

I could see a new confidence arise from Jimin’s face as he turned to me with a small smile.

“I’m seven now. Let’s not worry Eumi. If you can’t carry Ahnna alone then I’ll be here to share the weight with you. We’re strong now because six and seven are bigger than two!” His smile grew to one of his signature smiles. Teethy and made his eyes curve into crescent moons, the one that is so contagious that I can’t help myself but show my toothy smile too.

“Slowly.” My mother warned, though I can see her reach for her phone, though Jimin’s mom already thought ahead and offered to take a picture for her instead.

My father lowered baby Ahnna down to the sofa and onto our laps. I tensed under her weight though my father guided my left hand to support the head. When my father let go it wasn’t as heavy nor scary as I thought. Ahnna was calm as she was wrapped in her pink blanket.

I looked towards Jimin, careful to not move the rest of my body.

“You okay?” Jimin asked as his right hand rested on Ahnna’s foot.

“Yeah.”

My answer was short as I was interrupted by a yawn from the baby. I placed a finger on my lips as I looked at Jimin first before looking at the rest of the people in the room.

“Shhh. Baby Ahnna is sleepy.” I warned them as bright smiles lit up across the adults and Aaron.

I continued to watch Ahnna slowly succumb to sleep as the adults started going back to their conversations though I knew my dad was keeping an eye on me and the baby.

“Jimin.”

“Yes, Areum?” He answered without missing a beat.

“This is so cool! I’m going to be the best older sister I can be!” I smiled as I turned to him.

“You already are!” He smiled back.

The Park’s stayed at the hospital longer than I expected. I was growing more restless and tired these days, so imagine my surprise when I woke up and saw Jimin asleep on the sofa with me. Aaron was nowhere to be seen along with Appa, but JiHyun and Jimin’s parents were still here along with JiHyun who was sitting on his mother’s lap on the other sofa whilst watching the cartoons that played on the TV.

“We can’t support three kids like this.”

I heard my mom sound defeated as I stayed still to not wake up Jimin.

“What are you planning to do?” Jimin’s mother asked.

“Juwon has family in America. We’re thinking that it would be better if he goes out with Aaron since he’s turning ten next year and I’ll be left to focus on taking care of Areum and Ahnna.” My mother explained.

I didn’t fully understand it. I heard America is a place far-far away. One of my classmates, Eunji, is from America. She said her grandpa went there first to work hard for his family in Daegu then their whole family went to America where she was born. However, they all came back to Busan because they missed their home.

If Appa and Aaron are going to America then wouldn’t they miss home too?

I don’t get it.

But I didn’t need to ask any more questions as less than a month after baby Ahnna was born, my parents explained to me and Aaron about the decisions they made.

Appa goes to America first before bringing Aaron with him a month later, after he is finished with Year 4 so that Aaron gets to study abroad. They even proposed the idea of all of us moving to America once everything was settled, but I didn’t want to move. That would mean that I had to leave my friends, my school, my toys, Jimin, and the Parks.

But my parents were left with no choice, they said. Appa was offered this job by his boss since their construction company was going to close and Eomma said that her job at a salon wouldn’t be enough for us.

I cried.

I cried because I was lonely. I felt alone.

Aaron had gone to America and I had the room all to myself but I still didn’t dare to move anything on Aaron’s side of the room. Eomma was busy with Ahnna. Ahnna gets sick often so I was usually left with the Parks, but I didn’t play with Jimin and JiHyun much. Jimin was busy with studying hard, he was one of the smartest students in the school! JiHyun was preoccupied with his Kindergarten activities.

Tonight was a night when Eomma called to say that she was staying with Ahnna at the hospital, so I was going to sleep with the Parks. Thankfully it was a weekend so they wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of preparing all three of us for school.

“Areum, you’ll sleep in Jimin and JiHyun’s room. Is that okay for you?” Jimin’s mom crouched down in front of me as we stood in the hallway in front of Jimin and JiHyun’s room.

I nodded as I hugged my soft brown teddy bear.

“Jimin! JiHyun!” The woman called as she opened the door for me to enter the boy’s room.

It was almost identical to Aaron and my room. Though it wasn’t a surprise as the units in the apartment were all identical, but it still hurts to see such a lively room shared by two siblings and I had no one to share such a spacious room for one me.

“Share JiHyun’s bed ya? Areum will sleep on Jimin’s bed.” The woman’s authoritative voice made the boy's nod synchronously.

Jimin moved his bright blue blanket off his bed and placed it on top of JiHyun’s bed. I walked towards Jimin’s bed and placed my teddy bear on his deep chocolate-colored sheets.

“Here’s an extra blanket we have.” Jimin spoke up whilst going to the drawer and pulling out a striped beige and brown blanket. He placed it neatly folded on the end of the bed before a cheeky smile crept up his lips.

“Wanna play tag?” Jimin smiled at me and although I wanted to rest, there was no way I could say no to his grin.

“You’re it!”

Jimin and JiHyun ran across the room as I chased behind them. My worries slipped to the back of my mind as I tagged JiHyun and immediately ran back towards the corner of the room Jimin was at.

The youngest Park with a determined face came running at us and Jimin and I went in two different directions leaving JiHyun the power on who he’d chased down, and to make it fair he had to chase Jimin around.

“JiHyun! Let’s form an alliance! Go for Areum!” Jimin ran around screaming before tumbling down to the carpet where Jihyun tagged him and ran back to the furthest corner of the room.

“Eumi, here I come!” Jimin warned before going straight in my direction.

It felt like I was running laps like the runners I see on TV by how much energy I exerted in running around the room a good two and a half times. I’m pretty sure Jimin had the power to simply chase the slower JiHyun, but his chase for me was never ending.

“Ohh Areum! I know you’re getting tired!” Jimin taunted, and I couldn’t deny it as I grew breathless the more steps I took. My eyes settled on Jimin's bed and the blanket that lay neatly folded in it. I had one last idea to keep Jimin off my tail.

I ran towards the bed and grabbed the blanket as I simultaneously laid down. I could see Jimin approaching the bed at full speed though I was quick enough to cover my whole body in the striped blanket.

I giggled as I felt him collide with the mattress. An exasperated sigh left him before I felt his hands starting to tickle my sides along with smaller hands that I could only assume was JiHyun.

“Stop cheating!” Jimin tried to pull down the blanket but I held it up securely and sooner than later I could feel Jimin’s body collapse beside me on the mattress and JiHyun whining a ‘no fair’ before walking to his own bed with toys still laid out in it.

We both looked exhausted as I lifted the blanket off me to see him. Sweat laced our skins but it didn’t matter when we had the brightest smiles on our face.

“I know it’s hard for you right now… but I’m always here for you Areum. Me, Eomma, Appa, and JiHyun. We’re always here.” Jimin spoke in a soft tone that made sure I knew it was genuine. A tone I’ve never heard before but it made my whole body wash with a sense of calm and assurance. It was weird, but it felt nice after everything that has happened.

[2005]

A freak accident was what it was.

We were simply playing catch and JiHyun happened to trap both me and Jimin at the end of the hallway. I screamed the idea before I even thought about it and both me and Jimin pushed on the door towards their bathroom.

Was the door stuck? Was something blocking it from opening? Or were we too engulfed in our game to realize that we both pushed on the door yet never twisted the knob? We were children of course we had to act our age, right? I was the first to realize our mistake so I twisted the knob in perfect synchronization as we both pushed at the door. The wood creaked as it violently wide open.

I guess Jimin had looked back to see JiHyun sprinting towards us for a second. Though that second where he pushed against the door and looked back at JiHyun had caused dire consequences.

Perhaps if he was looking at how the door opened then he would’ve stopped pushing against it, but what if he hadn’t stopped quickly enough? He would’ve had to deal with more damage. Though if he had stopped pushing then it was most probably going to be me who launched forward towards the toilet.

Cue our ride to the hospital.

My mother had immediately scolded me for being so careless. They had already told us to stop playing tag inside the house, but it was raining outside and the rush of playing inside had more thrill. What were we supposed to do?

However, I truly did feel awful when I saw Jimin sitting on a hospital bed in the emergency room. The side of his face swollen and his right eye closed from a gash on his eyelid.

I wanted to apologize, it was my idea after all. My thoughts ran wild in my mind and the hectic environment of the emergency room was certainly not helping. I wonder how Jimin felt? If I was overwhelmed from this alone then how did he feel especially with his injury on top of that.

“This really looks like it would need stitches. The gash is pretty deep and we need to make sure that it heals properly so that the eyelid can still do its job.” The attending doctor said and I involuntarily let out a shuddered breath, too loud for the person that was part to blame for the accident happening.

“Areum, go stay at the waiting area.” Jimin spoke as he looked at me with an expression I’ve never seen rest on his face.

Was he angry?

I mean, I’d be angry too if the person who suggested an idea that made me injure myself was still in my sight at the hospital.

Was he in pain?

What if the gash was really deep and it did damage to his eye? Was he going blind? What if it didn’t heal properly? Will he still have both his precious eyes intact? I wouldn’t forgive myself if there were any long lasting scars or defects.

“JiHyun too. It’s very crowded here.” Jimin spoke again as he noticed I hadn’t moved an inch from where I stood at the end of the hospital bed.

I nodded in defeat. Jimin’s Appa walked with me and JiHyun towards the waiting room. We sat down along with other people, it was much quieter and calmer in the waiting room though the thoughts in my mind still ran miles. I can hear JiHyun talking about their taekwondo session and suddenly more thoughts came to my mind.

What if Jimin wouldn’t be able to do taekwondo anymore? What if he couldn’t be their batch’s valedictorian anymore? He worked so hard last year and he’s still managing to achieve top results now. What if I ruined that for him? Would his fellow classmen allow him to be their class president again if he couldn’t see out of his right eye? Will he still have his signature smile with his cheeks rising, jaw stretching, smile lines showing, and perfect crescent eyes—

“Areum? Jimin’s finished, let’s get going now.” Jimin’s father and JiHyun stood over me as I absentmindedly stood up with them.

Was the wait that short or was I so occupied in my head that I hadn’t realized how much time had passed by?

I saw Jimin and Jimin’s mother walk away from the hospital desk and the ride back home in their family sedan was silently deafening. The radio wasn’t even on so all that occupied the silence was the other cars on the road and the blinking of the car signals when we needed to make a turn.

Jimin’s parents hadn’t said anything and if they did then we were out of the conversation. JiHyun was practically falling asleep leaning onto the car window and Jimin had his eyes locked on his window so I never saw the fixed damage to his face.

“Mi Jeong ah! Have dinner at our apartment tonight! You’ve been at the hospital for hours, come eat my Samgyetang!” My mother invited the Parks into our apartment and the Parks politely declined though it was that type of ‘no’ the adults do when they wanted to seem independent of help though always end up saying yes if asked the question twice. It’s like they only say no so that they are persuaded to say yes.

Nevertheless, the Park’s entered our apartment one by one. Jimin still kept his head down though from what I could see, his jaw swelling lessened and had colored his skin a tint of red with a few scratches.

We sat at the dining table as dishes clattered and mouths chewed. I didn’t have much of an appetite and from what I saw Jimin had only sipped soup as he often clenched his fist when he took a bite of chicken.

“Let’s see the damage Jimin ah.” My mother spoke up as Jimin kept his head down.

“Come on Jimin, it's not that bad. The doctor said the swelling and bruising will heal in a few weeks time, and we’ll come back for check ups regularly to check if his eye is healing well. Eight stitches should be barely visible when it’s fully healed.” Jimin’s mother explained with a soft smile.

Jimin lifted up his head and moved his hair around though the side of his face was visible enough to see the extent of his injury. His right eye was swollen and was shut close to show the eight stitches he had.

It looked painful and I couldn’t imagine myself in that pain much less placing him in that pain.

I stood up and excused myself to my room as the adults were now openly chatting and JiHyun had occupied himself in my three year old sister’s presence.

“Areum.”

I heard Jimin close the door of my room though I kept my eyes on the Math homework I had on my desk. Jimin liked Math. I would have asked him to help me on this homework like how I try to help him with History as he despised my favorite subject, but it felt wrong to ask when he was practically walking around with one eye.

“Areum.”

He sounded closer now. Damned his nimble dancing and martial arts coded legs that move in silence.

God, Jimin loved to sing and dance. How would he do both when he only had one eye?

I felt needles behind my eyes and I had to force myself to look up to the ceiling so as to somehow bring the tears back inside my eyes and not drip down on my cheeks. I was aware that it was a weird thing to do. Usually when you feel like crying then you’d keep your head down, but for some reason it felt more right for me to look up. Gravity acts as some source of help as it pushes tears back into me.

I looked back down to my math homework and I could see my fingers trembling.

“Areum, don’t cry.” His voice was ever so soft as he sat on the bed beside my desk.

I forced a glance at his direction and I saw the scratches on the side of his face again. His posture looked sad and weak. His hair is messy and his right eye swollen. He had an ice pack on his hand though he rested it on my bed.

Seeing his state in front of me had forced the tears out of me and he immediately stood up and went to hug me. My homework was long forgotten as I basked in his embrace. I just wanted him to forgive me.

“I’m sorry.” I merely whispered but Jimin only hugged me tighter.

“It’s not your fault, and I’m not that hurt.”

“You— you can’t even see out of your right eye!” I placed space between us to stare back at the stitched eyelids.

“Once it’s healed then it’ll be back to normal, like nothing had ever happened.” He said as if it was that easy. A soft smile graced his features as his right hand went to tuck a few strands of my hair. His fingertips were cold from holding the ice pack but it didn’t bother me.

“Your taekwondo? Can you still do Kendo? Don’t you have your quarterly exams coming? Won’t being class president stress your eye?”

He threw his head back as a chuckle left his lips. It was ironic. He should be the one worried yet he acted like this was a normal occurrence.

“Areum. A scar on my eye won’t stop me from achieving what I want. It’s just like every other injury I’ve had before.” Jimin reassured me though something still nagged at the back of my mind.

“Seriously. Get that frown off your face, it doesn’t look good on you. This is going to heal perfectly fine and I’ll have both of my eyes staring at you by next week.” His tone was light-hearted as he made his left eye widen as he said he’d be keeping an eye on me.

I smiled and his signature smile came back to his face, though only one eye made its crescent shape.

“Your eye better get well soon. I liked your pretty eye smile.”

It was true. Jimin’s eye smiles were the best. Eyes turned into moons and his smile lines and corner dimples would show along with his teeth. It just radiated a different sense of comfort.

“Eye smile?”

“Yeah.” I turned back to face the homework on my desk as Jimin still stood beside me.

“What does that mean?”

“When you smile your eyes smile with you, hence the name ‘eye smile’ obviously.” I shook my head as he chuckled whilst leaning into my desk.

“So sassy.”

“I’m only sassy because no one can help me with my math homework.” I molded my lips into a line as I barely understood the lesson assigned to us.

I always hated when we were assigned to study a topic we haven’t been taught yet to present in class. It makes the teacher’s completely useless, but I can’t argue against the system.

“Are you forgetting that you have this friend that is top of his class and loves Math?” He sounded offended as I looked up at him with a brow raised.

“Yeah, well that friend is currently half blind. He should probably rest and put some ice on his eye.”

Jimin laughed as he went to grab the ice pack from the bed and went back to his position beside me though this time holding an ice pack to his right eye.

“Your friend probably can’t rest when he sees you struggling with Math.” He played along and I could only shake my head.

I took a stool and placed it beside me before I offered him a seat. That was the night that Jimin had taught me all about 2D shapes and the properties of a quadrilateral with one eye, and yet the following morning I still got to lead my team to present and understand the lesson perfectly. I’ll never understand how Jimin does it.

[2010]

“Aish, Jimin ah turn that down!” I scolded as Jimin only sent me a funny teasing face with squinted eyes and puckered lips as he held a microphone in one hand.

“Areumi, stop being a killjoy~~” He sang in his high pitched yet controlled voice as a beat sang from the newly bought karaoke machine.

“Why does Areum get an exception in calling you an honorific, hyung? I’m your brother!” JiHyun whined from his spot on the floor.

“Exactly. You’re my brother, so you have to respect me—“

“Yeah yeah. How is Areum noona exempted from that?” JiHyun cut his older brother off with a repeat of his question.

“Areum is a year younger only, so it isn’t a big deal to me.” Jimin shrugged as he turned back to the television to scroll through the catalog of karaoke songs installed.

“Noona, can I just call you by your name?” JiHyun asked as I took my eyes off the magazine on my lap to look back at the younger boy.

I’ve grown fond of them. I can’t see my life without both of them and their parents. They were a second family to me. Someone I could lean on when troubles arose in our family. Questions like my future in South Korea, Aaron’s future in America, Ahnna’s future. Will we get to go to America and finally spend more time with each other other than the holidays.

I did get to go to America already. Aaron and Appa have a stable life in their studio apartment, though Appa says that we needed to wait a little more to go there, Eomma is growing impatient though. I wouldn’t blame her. We’ve been waiting for eight years, though I wasn’t too elated to leave permanently.

I loved home. I loved our family apartment. I loved school. I loved my friends, and I loved the Parks.

I couldn’t possibly survive without them.

“Yeah sure. You can call me however you like, JiHyun.” I smiled as the younger smiled warmly back at me.

“Could you stop reading that book and sing with me, Eumi!” Jimin whined as I moved my eyes to look up at him. A cute exaggerated pout playing on his lips as I shook my head a ‘no’.

“Ugh! Killjoy!”

I laughed as he turned his back on me sassily before working the remote to keep scrolling through the new released songs.

“What are you reading about anyways? Why is it more important than me?”

I giggled as I heard a genuine pout on his voice though I couldn't confirm it as he kept his back to me.

“What I’m reading about is not as important as you, Jimin.” I reassured with a roll of my eyes that he couldn’t see before continuing.

“I’m just learning English… You are so dher—drah— dramatic.” I spoke the end of my sentence in the English vocabulary I’ve learned, though it was quite difficult to pronounce the longer words.

JiHyun looked back at me with a raise of his brow as Jimin kept his gaze on the television.

“Why English?”

“It’s the universal language first and foremost. It would be great to understand a few English phrases too and Aaron speaks it fluently the last time we saw each other on Christmas. I can tell it felt strange to him to go back to speaking straight Korean.”

JiHyun slowly nodded as his focus on the comic he was holding faltered.

“How is Aaron hyung and Mister Seong?” JiHyun asked.

“They’re doing well. Aaron has a lot of American friends, so it was difficult to understand what they were saying, but I can tell he was enjoying America.”

“Hyung should adjust to you though. He shouldn’t forget to speak his own language just because he’s away.” Jimin spoke sternly. A reaction I didn’t expect from him.

“When is Hyung coming back anyways? It’s been what? Almost ten years? Ahnna is already eight!” JiHyun looked at me expectantly though I didn’t have the answer.

I just shrugged as JiHyun nodded and chewed on his cheek before turning back to close the comic he had in front of him.

“Hyung, pick a song already will you!” JiHyun lightened the air by adding a chuckle as Jimin continued to keep his back to us and scrolled faster through the catalog. I was surprised he hadn’t reached the end yet.

“Ah! Perfect song!” Jimin spoke as he selected the song ‘Only Look At Me’ by Taeyang. A song I frequently hear Jimin hum took our walks towards school.

“Add some dancing too! Let’s see if your after school Just Dance Academy lessons have been worth it.” JiHyun challenged as Jimin turned to face us with a playful smirk and a face that showed that he was ready to give us a performance of a lifetime.

“Eh.” The music started as Jimin looked as though he had channeled his inner soul.

“It’s been on my mind for a while.” Jimin spoke the English with little mistakes and I tried to hide how taken aback I was from hearing him speak English in a setting other than helping with homework.

“Gotta get this off my chest.”

He pointed to his chest before synchronizing his words with how he pointed his hand as if he actually had physically taken something off his chest.

“Before… it’s too late.”

The timbre played before he finished his sentence as the songs melody followed in a lower volume.

Jimin scrunched his face before bringing his free hand back to his chest and bowing down to look at the floor. His face was hidden by his black hair though he kept the microphone close to his lips.

Jimin always had a great voice. It was only enhanced in recent years when he started acknowledging it and properly advancing it through voice practice though in his journey of singing he found dance.

Dance was definitely where Jimin belonged. His body moved with such fluidity, it felt as though he was totally in control of everything. That’s why he had also started going to Just Dance Academy after classes. Sometimes me and JiHyun would tag along too. Their classes would start at five in the afternoon, just giving us enough time to commute to their studio, and end at seven where we would commute back home. His days of dancing and Kendo would alternate throughout the week, though he specifically scheduled two hours of dance in the morning of Saturdays before spending the rest of the weekends at home with us. He claims that weekends were for family though we pushed him to go do what he wants to do as Saturdays are the days where he can go to Dance without being too tired from school.

I can tell Jimin loved to dance. He has loved Kendo and Taekwondo ever since we’ve met. Both him and JiHyun were always so passionate about it, that’s why they had both entered taekwondo and Kendo, but the look in Jimin’s eyes when doing martial arts versus the look he had when dancing was completely different. There was a different type of sparkle. One that I can only assume was filled with passion.

Jimin breathed heavily as he bowed curtsy style when the song stopped and the machine processed his score.

“Bravo! That was incredible Jiminie!” I clapped loudly as he smiled at me with sweat on his forehead and rose tinted cheeks.

Not only did he score relatively high and sang perfectly well without the lyrics’ help, but he also danced a complex mixture of modern and contemporary dance. And despite the occasional heavy breathing, he actually managed to perform like a true performer.

“Ahh! I should’ve recorded that and sent it to Jessica!” JiHyun pulled out his white 2008 Samsung i640 with a teasing glace at his older brother.

Jimin glanced at his brother wide eyed as he walked towards the space on the sofa beside me, kicking his younger brother who sat on the floor below me before he let himself collapse on the sofa.

“Jessica who?” I asked, curiosity sparked by the mention of a name.

“Kim Jessica. Jimin’s crush oooooohhh!” JiHyun teased, as I raised a brow at Jimin to see if it was true, and if it was then why hadn’t I been informed?

“Stop JiHyun. I don’t like her.” Jimin continued to keep his eyes closed whilst leaning on the back pillows of the sofa.

“Yeah right! Just confess hyung. You’re graduating soon anyway.” JiHyun pushed, though it only made the older more irritated as Jimin threw a kick on the back of JiHyun to shut him up.

“Kim Jessica? The girl from Seoul?” I asked as Jessica was actually quite a common name in our middle school.

Jimin opened his eyes to meet mine and his expression was unreadable, though remnants of exhaustion were obvious. Sweat still on his skin though this time he looked at me with furrowed brows that were pushed slightly together and a scrunched forehead.

“Yes Areum, that’s her! Half the guys like her already hyung. Why would you waste your time admiring her from afar when she’s probably entertaining a lot of boys already?” JiHyun asked and this time Jimin sat up on the couch to properly push JiHyun onto the coffee table to shut him up.

“Ow.” JiHyun whined as he faced his older brother with an angry look though it was equally reciprocated as they got into some silent staring competition.

“Eumi yah, it’s already eight in the evening and I have to go to a friend’s dinner party. Get back to the apartment and take care of Ahnna.” Eomma spoke from the Park’s apartment front door with no warning though Jimin’s mother seemed to have expected her to come through.

“Dasom ah, Areumi and Ahnna can sleep over if they’d like. I don’t want you to leave them alone in the apartment late at night.” Jimin’s mother suggested a slight smile took over my lips.

“Oh, I don’t want them to cause trouble—“

“Nonsense Ahjumma! We’d love to have Areumi and Ahnna over! We can watch the Hulk movie before going to bed!” Jimin butted in, losing the staring competition against JiHyun as he assured my mother that they seriously didn’t mind us sleeping over for the night especially since it was a Saturday anyways.

“Okay… Go get a bag with your stuff, Eumi.” My mother agreed as she sent a thankful smile to Jimin’s mother.

“We’ll set up the room to fit all of us!” Jimin stood up as he started to drag JiHyun with him though Mrs.Park stopped the boys.

“Bring your mattresses to the living room. Why don’t you sleep here with the TV and board games.” She suggested, as all it would need to fit two mattresses in the living room would be to move the wooden coffee table and to push the sofa back up against the wall.

Jimin and I connected eyes as the pure excitement of a sleepover overloaded us. As strange as it sounds, in our years of close friendship we barely get to have sleepovers.

Yes, we stayed in each other’s houses and rooms up until ungodly hours playing games, doing homework, and simply having fun in each other’s company but we rarely actually slept in each other’s apartments. Our parents would argue on why it was necessary to sleepover when our apartments were merely five doors apart. We guessed that they didn’t understand the concept of sleepovers.

This was going to be an amazing night!

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Heartfelt Holidays

*Check the 'heartfelt holidays' tag if you haven't read chapter 1

[Chapter 2: Masquerade Merriment]

Sonic and his friends - as well as Team Dark - attend a Mardi Gras ball being thrown in town, enjoying the party until an accidental stumble causes trouble for all.

A bright yellow sun shone in the clear blue sky as the world's fastest hedgehog sped through a field of wildflowers, disturbing the tall grass and budding flora. The blur of blue and red whipped a strong breeze through the air and disappeared into a forest, where it zipped around trees and bushes to emerge on the other side.

Sonic the Hedgehog stopped in his tracks and leaned one hand against a tree at the edge of the rustling woods while swinging his left leg to rest in front of the right. Looking at the city he was headed towards, the carefree speedster drew in a breath and relished one last whiff of the natural earth to cap off his morning scenic run.

'Things are only getting prettier around here,' he thought, imagining how the wildflowers would look once they bloomed. 'Wish I could stay out longer... but man, does an early jog make me hungry!'

In a flash, Sonic disappeared from the treeline and rushed into the city in search of a filling snack. He slowed his speed once he reached a populated area and looked around for a place that served chilidogs, swiping one hand across his stomach when it started to growl.

Once he spotted the brown and yellow color palette of a food stand, he grinned and rushed into line, eagerly tapping one foot against the sidewalk behind three other customers. By the time the impatient hedgehog got his food, he was ravenous, walking away from the cart with a chilidog in one hand and four more in a takeaway box.

But he only took a few steps before something caught his eye: a colorful flier stuck to a light post. He ate his snack while reading the purple-colored paper, which advertised an upcoming holiday event in bright gold writing.

'A masquerade ball?' thought the young hero, tracing green eyes over the dramatic lettering. 'Never been to one of those!'

After shoving the final bite of the steaming snack into his mouth, Sonic snatched the flier from the light post and ran off to tell his friends about it; and to hopefully coax them into attending what he thought could be an interesting evening.

***

The workshop of his best friend, Tails, was his first stop. He spotted the yellow fox in the canopy-covered space between his home and the garage, cranking a wrench around a bolt attached to some unfinished project. Sonic strolled over, his stride energetic and his smile wide, and called out to the boy genius.

"Hey, Tails! Look at what I found!"

Hearing his dear friend's voice, a perky smile spread across Tails' white muzzle, and he looked up to gaze at the paper fluttering in the hedgehog's grip. "Good morning, Sonic! What's that?"

"It's a flier. Looks like there's a special holiday coming up, and I thought it sounded like fun! I just had to tell someone about it, in case anyone else wants to check it out."

Before Tails could respond, the pair heard a peppy female voice cut through the crisp air. "Oh, Sonic, there you are!"

The fox's gaze trailed past Sonic, and the Blue Blur himself turned around to see Amy Rose approaching. She was followed by Cream the Rabbit and her mother, Vanilla; the three ladies all held dessert boxes and smiled sweetly when the boys offered a friendly wave.

"Hey, Amy," Sonic greeted. "How's it going?"

"Lovely, thanks! We did a lot of baking this morning and thought we'd come by to share!"

Vanilla added, "We visited your house, Sonic, but it seemed you weren't home. What a nice coincidence that you're here with Tails!"

"Those treats sound delicious," the speedy man replied, giving her a thumbs-up. "I'd love to have some! And I was just telling Tails about this event happening in the city soon."

"An event?" Amy asked, looking curiously at the paper in his hand. "What is it?"

"A masquerade ball! Looks like it could be a lot of fun, so I knew I had to invite my friends to come along with me." Sonic handed Amy the flier and let her read the information aloud to the others.

"Looks like it's happening a week from now, in a ballroom on the other side of town." Her smile grew wider as she continued. "This says it's a formal event where we get to dress up in fancy costumes and masks – we can dance, mingle, and there'll be great food and music!"

Cream piped up, "You were right, Sonic! It does sound like fun!"

"So, you're all in, right?" the blue hedgehog asked, flicking his gaze between all of them.

Tails nodded. "Sure! I'll go if you guys are going, too!"

Amy, Cream, and Vanilla all agreed to attend, then offered up their freshly baked pastries; Sonic stayed long enough to partake and chat before asking his flying friend to take him to Angel Island with the intent of inviting Knuckles to the upcoming party. Tails accepted and opened up his garage, soon piloting a plane into the sky with Sonic riding on the wing.

***

Chilly gusts of wind blew against the metal bird, the air feeling colder with the higher altitude, but the young pilot's passenger was unbothered as he looked forward to landing on Angel Island.

He spotted the mountainous floating mass of land in the distance and admired the view of fluffy clouds around the tall peaks – as well as the sparkling waters that spilled clear strips down the edge of the island – while they closed in on the lone guardian's homeland.

Tails flew the plane as close to the ruins of Knuckles' home as he could, slowing his speed and bringing them in for a landing on the grassy plain nearby. The second the flying vehicle's wheels touched the ground, Sonic jumped from the wing and turned to his friend.

"I'll just tell Knuckles about the party and then we can head back," he said.

"Sure thing!" responded Tails, climbing from the cockpit. "I can wait here if it won't take long. I'm realizing my plane could use a bit of maintenance."

With a smile, the spry hedgehog gave him a thumbs-up before heading off towards the raised platform in the center of the ruins, where he would find Knuckles guarding the Master Emerald.

Ascending the stairs led him directly to the red echidna, who was lounging with his back against a stone pillar. As peaceful as he looked with his eyes closed, clearly comfortable to relax in the sun without a worry, Sonic couldn't wait for him to wake up naturally.

He chimed, "Hey, Knuckles!" startling the guardian as his slumber was disturbed.

"Ah!" the redhead exclaimed, eyes shooting open. He looked up to see his impulsive friend standing tall with an expectant grin plastered on his peach-colored muzzle. "Sonic! What're you doing here?"

"I came to tell you about a party I saw being advertised in the city," he answered, pulling out the folded square of purple paper he'd brought along. He began unfolding it and added, "It looks like fun and the rest of us are going, so I thought you should know about it, too!"

Knuckles stood from the stony ground and swiftly ran his gaze over the flier when Sonic handed it to him. "Hm, a masquerade ball? Not really my scene."

"Why not at least try it?" The speedster took back the paper and folded it up again. "There'll be food and music, your friends will be there – it'll be a fun night!"

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Come on!" Sonic dragged out his tone in an attempt to plea with the echidna, throwing one arm around him. "Get out of these dusty old ruins for a night and hang out with us! You don't wanna miss out on the festivities, do ya, pal?"

His persistence persuaded the other hero to give in to his request. Agitated and pulling away from the pushy man, Knuckles blurted, "Alright, fine! But I don't dance, and if it looks like a waste of time, I'm leaving."

"Deal," Sonic replied with a smirk, grabbing the purple-eyed protector's mitt and shaking it as if they'd made a formal agreement.

At that moment, the blue hedgehog's eyes drifted towards the Master Emerald and he spotted a figure peeking around the side of it; though, he only caught a glimpse of a white blur when whoever it was quickly slunk behind the giant green gem.

"Hey, who's that?" he asked, his gaze unmoving from the spot.

Instantly, Knuckles was on the defensive, and whipped in the direction that Sonic was facing. Readying for battle, he clomped over to where the figure had been spotted, while his friend strolled around the other way. And as Sonic rounded the opposite side of the sacred emerald, he saw Rouge the Bat from behind, crouched and backing away from where she'd been standing before.

"Hey, Rouge," he said casually, smirking again and placing both hands on his hips.

Rouge exclaimed softly and turned towards him, then heard Knuckles shout, "You!"

She instantly stood and began backing away from the jewel while the pair both walked towards her. "Drat – you boys are more observant than I thought."

"Trying to steal the Master Emerald again, are you?!" the redhead shouted, his fists raised.

"You should thank Sonic for saving your precious gem – if he weren't here, I would've succeeded!" Rouge's heels stopped clicking on the gray slate when she reached the edge of the platform. She almost took flight, but hesitated when Sonic spoke up.

"Well, while you're here, I might as well tell you about this, too." He reached to retrieve the flier again, but was stopped by Knuckles grabbing his arm.

"If you two want to chat, you'll have to do it away from the Master Emerald!" He looked at Rouge, his eyes fiery. "I don't trust letting you hang around for one more minute!"

"Fine, have it your way," responded Rouge, putting her hands up defensively. She pushed off the ground and punctuated her statement with a teasing, "You're always so testy!"

As the bat flew away, Knuckles growled and shouted out to her, "You're damn right, I'm testy – when you're sneaking around trying to steal sacred relics for your own selfish desires!"

With no more reason to be there, Sonic decided it was time for him to leave, turning back around and stretching his arms. "Well, I guess I'd better head off, too. Looking forward to seeing you at that party!"

"Don't hold your breath," the guardian countered.

Returning to the plane, Sonic met up with Tails just as he finished fixing a nick in the fuselage. "Ready to go, buddy?"

"Yep, all set!" The fox loaded his toolbox back into the plane while Sonic hopped on the wing.

"I think I'd like to change our destination," the friendly hedgehog commented, looking over at Tails while he buckled his seatbelt.

"Oh, yeah? Where to?"

"Rouge dropped in while I was talking to Knuckles, but I didn't get to tell her about the party before she left." He raised one arm to point in the direction Rouge had flown. "So, I think we should track her down; she went that way."

"You got it, Sonic!"

The glass pane of the cockpit closed and the blue hero held on tight as Tails piloted the plane off the ground, taking flight to catch up with the mischievous bat.

***

Annoyed that her millionth attempt at nabbing the Master Emerald had failed, Rouge zig-zagged through a dense green ocean of thick trees in search of someone to listen to her complaints.

She kept an eye out for the only other person whom she knew to wander the woods, expertly dodging branches and bundled flora while her straightened form cut through the breezy air.

The familiar figure of black and red noticeably stood out to her the moment her peripheral caught the dark color palette against the earthy greens and browns.

Recognizing Shadow the Hedgehog's steady stroll and the all-too-neutral expression of his profile to her right, Rouge slowed her flight enough to turn smoothly in his direction, swiftly rounding a bulky tree to appear in front of the lone lifeform.

"Hey, there. How'd you enjoy your time alone?" she asked, referring to the hour she'd taken to try stealing the Master Emerald.

Shadow stopped his stroll and watched the sneaky woman land on the grass nearby. "It was peaceful; something I can't quite have when you're around."

He smirked as her hands raised to grab her wide hips, continuing, "You know, I've noticed that the more you hang about, the more jarring it becomes when I have a quiet moment to myself."

"Which means you're realizing how nice it is to be around me, right?" Rouge asked playfully, jutting her hips to one side.

The black hedgehog didn't answer, still displaying a smug smirk as he started walking again. He seemed to be in a fair mood, or at least had become more lively with her arrival.

The treasure hunter looked forward to the times when he was in a wittier mood, since it typically meant that he was temporarily more pleasant to be around. She joined him at his side and took it upon herself to fill him in on the unfortunate encounter she'd had on Angel Island.

"So, anyway, my little trip ended up being a big ol' bust."

"How am I not surprised?"

"Well, it wasn't all my fault." The shapely lady rolled her eyes and a tinge of frustration lined her tone. "That sleepy echidna was napping away, as usual – if Sonic hadn't shown up, I'm sure I would've gotten away with that emerald in the blink of an eye."

"Hmph, so the nosy 'hero' ruined yet another brilliant scheme?" asked Shadow, half-joking. He was partly using the light sarcasm to mock Sonic, as well as teasing Rouge in the way she often did to him.

Her response was to push one palm firmly against his arm, briefly nudging her friend away in a light-hearted display of amusement at his jest. "Exactly that. I don't always have to be brilliant to succeed – sometimes all a girl needs is a little luck. And when luck just isn't on your side..."

She shrugged, holding her arms up and smirking at him in a way that implied she had no control over her failed thievery. Shadow chuckled and opened his mouth to combat her claim, but was interrupted when a strong gust of wind rushed up from behind and pushed against the both of them.

The bat and hedgehog halted, their distracted gazes catching a blip of cobalt rushing ahead, and were met with the Blue Blur himself standing still before them as the leaves of trees and bushes in the vicinity rustled.

"Heya, Rouge – Shadow," Sonic greeted, lifting one flat hand in a stationary wave.

The stoic lifeform's expression instantly changed to one of irritation, his smirk dropping into a frown and his brows lowering to glare at his unwelcome rival. "Sonic! What do you want?"

"So nice of you to ask; well, since Rouge took off before I got to tell her about this..." He pulled out the flier again, unfolding it with one hand and holding it out towards them. "... I figured I'd follow up and deliver it."

Smiling confidently, the spunky man waved the paper in front of them until Rouge grabbed it, then told her, "I didn't want you to miss out on the fun the rest of us will be having. You can go too, if you want, Shadow."

Shadow dragged his burning gaze away from Sonic and towards the paper, listening to the bat as she ran teal eyes over the bright lettering and spoke, "Looks like an advert for a fancy holiday party. You and your friends are going to this thing?"

"Yep!" Sonic answered. "And you're welcome to join us!"

"Well," Rouge started, before her disagreeable friend could decline the invitation, "It's certainly an interesting offer. We'll think about it."

"Cool! Don't be afraid to let loose. Anyway, you can keep that flier – I gotta get going."

The ivory woman looked up at him just as the blue hedgehog added, "See ya!" and sped off, rustling the foliage again and leaving behind a wispy blue line that started to fade once he was out of sight. Shadow's voice then cut through the air, his tone harsh.

"There's a dozen things I'd rather do than attend any event Sonic's going to. Certainly, it'll be a waste of time."

As her eyebrows furrowed at him, Rouge replied, "I don't think so! This party looks like it'll be quite extravagant, if you ask me. We should go."

"You can't be serious." His face was stony, his scowl deepening. "Nothing good can come from hundreds of people crowded together in one space – no matter how big the venue may be. It's a recipe for trouble."

"You're being too pessimistic!" the jewel hunter piped, folding up the purple paper and stuffing it away. "Bottom line, if we go together, I'll make sure it's a fun time. Remember, you promised you would go to more of these holiday events with me!"

"I don't recall swearing on my life..."

"Please?" She took a step closer, sweetening her voice and touching his shoulder. "Everyone will be wearing a festive mask, so it's possible no one will even recognize us if we cover our faces, too. We'll be disguised the whole time."

Shadow looked away and his volume lowered. "Hmm... I don't trust it, but you seem eager for this outing..."

Staring at the ruby-eyed hedgehog, Rouge waited for him to settle on a final decision, knowing that any further comments she made might annoy him into refusing.

His expression slowly softened and his demeanor steadily relaxed; likely recovering from the tenseness he'd felt in Sonic's presence. Then, he looked back to her and spoke in a calmer tone.

"I'll go. Only to honor my word, and because you shouldn't have to attend alone – on the condition that we leave when I say so."

The corner of his close friend's glossy lips curved slightly, pleased by his answer, and she gave him an amiable wink. "Sure thing, sugar."

***

Over the next week, everyone who knew about the masquerade ball took the time to look for costumes and masks befitting the colorful holiday – even Vector the Crocodile, who'd seen the advertisements himself and was convinced that the woman he pined for would be attending.

The scaley man kicked himself for not being able to bond with Vanilla during Valentine's Day, but he was determined to make up for it if he saw her at the ball. And although the rest of his team decided not to go, he double-checked with Espio a day before the event, secretly wanting a close friend around for support.

"Are you sure?" he asked the chameleon, who was meditating in a corner. "It'll probably be a lot of fun!"

"I will be fine here," Espio's deep voice replied, his eyes closed.

"Alright, but don't expect me to help you look for a tux if you change your mind tomorrow!" The crocodile walked over to the doorway and added, "I'd better get plenty of rest if I want to be on top of my game."

Charmy piped up from his spot on the couch, "Good luck, Vector! Tell us how it went when you get back – I wanna hear all about it if you embarrass yourself!"

His boss glared at him briefly, but then transitioned his annoyed frown into a toothy smile. "Good thing I picked out the snazziest outfit in town. There's no way I could fail to impress Cream's mom with style on my side!"

Vector left the room with a confident stride, even though Charmy burst into snickers as soon as the door closed behind him.

***

The next day, Sonic was finishing up a hyperactive afternoon run, which was followed shortly after with the devouring of chilidogs leftover from that morning's purchase.

And as the hour approached when he had agreed to meet with the others, he opened up his small closet to pull out the costume he'd acquired for the evening: a plain emerald green vest with silky trim in a slightly darker hue; dress shoes colored a bright gold; and a simple masquerade mask of dark green and indigo.

He hadn't wanted to get too fancy with the dressings, not worrying about how unadorned he would look. Once he was dressed for the occasion, the blue hedgehog rushed off to Tails' house, where they'd agreed to group up before heading out.

The young fox and his friend Amy were already chatting by the time Sonic showed up, both wearing outfits a bit more festive. Decorated in different shades of purple and green, Tails sported a long-sleeved shirt with gold buttons up the middle; a pair of black slacks with gold embroidery down the sides; purple and green dress shoes; and a shiny mask carrying the same colors, the height of which covered the length of his face up to his spiky bangs.

Meanwhile, the pink hedgehog was clad in a ball gown of white and gold. A thick strip of black silk was tied around her waist, which exaggerated the curve of the dress puffing out around her legs; the skirt reached to her ankles, offering a peek of golden slippers upon her feet. The short sleeves puffed around her shoulders, and she wore a slimmer, curvier mask colored violet and covered in silver glitter.

"Wow, you guys look great!" Sonic commented, mentally preparing for Amy to respond affectionately.

She did, beaming and bounding over to him while saying, "I knew you'd think I looked beautiful! I found the best dress I could, just for you!"

"Heh, well, anyway – where's Vanilla and Cream?" He took a step back from Amy and looked around. "They're coming along too, right?"

Tails answered, "I think so. We can head over there and meet up with them!"

The speedster nodded and the three of them walked in the direction of Vanilla's home, soon spotting the two rabbits and greeting them. Cream was dressed in a frilly mint green dress with white and yellow ribbons tied around her waist, which sat a cute bow against her back; on her feet were plain yellow boots, and on her face was a mask as simple as Sonic's, colored lime green.

Her mother wore a long flowy dress similar to her typical style, with a color scheme resembling her daughter's outfit – the majority of the top and skirt were a lighter emerald green, and two golden stripes lined the rounded collar, joining into one and running down the length of her dress to the bottom.

Her long green sleeves were made of chiffon, making them see-through, and gold cuffs snapped around her wrists to hold the thin fabric in place. The woman's deep gold mask was tall enough to hide her entire face above her muzzle, and sprouted a single green feather up from the center.

Tails complimented cheerily, "Woah, nice costumes!"

Amy added, "Very beautiful, you two!"

"Thank you!" squeaked Cream, elated and blushing.

Then, Vanilla asked, "Are we all ready to go?"

"Yep!" answered Sonic, turning to lead the way as the sun began to sink past the horizon. "Follow me!"

The ballroom on the far side of the city was massive, with two pairs of giant double doors marking the entrance and exit. The outside walls were decorated in accordance with the holiday; two large pictures of Mardi Gras masks were displayed on either side of the doorways, and long paper strips in the shape of beads stuck to the dark bricks, wrapping themselves around the building's perimeter.

A white banner stretched across the front of the structure, with the words "Masquerade Ball" printed in purple to advertise the event. The party wasn't lacking attendees, as handfuls of citizens trickled in and out of the venue, lively jazz music spilling out onto the street whenever the doors opened.

And when the group of five pushed open the wide double doors, they were hit with a crisp and jovial atmosphere, the smell of catered food; as well as the energetic mix of saxophone, piano, and trumpet jumping from large speakers placed in each corner of the expansive room.

The walls were a sleek shade of pearl, the floors a shiny hue of honey, and a crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling to glitter above dozens of dancers' heads.

The section that was considered a dance floor had been outlined with strips of white paper stuck to the gold vinyl – buffet tables covered by purple cloth were lined up on either side of the ballroom, offering different types of food and drink near the walls to guarantee sufficient space between them and the dance floor.

But as much as the venue owners had spaced everything out, the place still seemed packed, nearly flooded with masked guests all drinking, dancing, and mingling.

As Sonic's crew walked farther into the huge, singular room, he looked up to admire the decorations strewn about the higher sections of the walls. Purple, gold, and green were everywhere in the form of more paper pictures of masks, as well as streamers that spun down nearly to the floor.

"Damn, this place looks incredible!" the blue hedgehog marveled.

Tails agreed, "Whoever threw this party went all out! I guess we won't have to worry about being bored!"

Amy then turned to Sonic and grabbed his hand, her smile wide as she pulled him in the direction of the dance floor. "Come on, Sonic, dance with me!"

"Uh, could we maybe check out the buffet table first?" he asked desperately, being denied and ultimately conceding to Amy's request.

Tails chuckled as the three of them were left behind, turning back to Cream and Vanilla and suggesting they get something to eat. They made their way towards one of the tables to peruse the food and drink options.

Atop the long surfaces were assortments of meat snacks, as well as fruit and veggie platters; pastries in the way of fluffy cakes decorated with yellow and violet frosting, and fried fritters topped with a thick layer of powdered sugar; finally, sizable bowls of punch and bottles of wine for drinks.

They picked out a few of the things they wanted and stuck closely together, chatting amongst themselves and idling into conversation with other partygoers nearby.

None of them recognized anyone else behind their costumes and masks, but they took the opportunity to just enjoy the atmosphere and have pleasant exchanges with the other people having fun.

While Sonic's gang found their places in the lavish ballroom, a certain luxury-loving bat walked into the establishment alongside her uneasy date.

Adorning Rouge's curvy figure was a fancy silk dress of royal purple and vivid gold; the top formed a heart shape over her bust and hugged her waist, fanning out into a layered skirt that transitioned back and forth between amethyst and amber.

Her dress nearly touched the floor, hiding the woman's black pumps which nudged the frilled silk outwards with each step. She'd ditched her usual gloves for something fancier, choosing long black satin instead of the white cotton and pink cuffs.

Each black-clad hand held something special, the fingers of her left wrapped around Shadow's arm while the right gracefully gripped a green folding fan embroidered with shimmering yellow swirls.

Her pretty face was a mystery behind her large, curvy mask. It reached up from her muzzle to cover the length of her eyes, glittery dark purple bordered with matte black and complementing her dazzling teal irises.

The top of her mask carried a plume of tall feathers, proudly displaying all three of the holiday colors. And to add more mystery to her appearance, Rouge wore navy blue eyeshadow, which she coupled with red lip gloss instead of pink.

Less elegant was her quieter counterpart, who sported an unassuming blazer of dark, dull red – though the velvet material made it seem black under most lighting – with a subdued orange-gold ascot tucked under the collar to hide his chest hair.

His mask was the largest he could've found, unfortunately colored a warm and inviting yellow but thankfully wrapping a bit along the sides of his face. The upper hem curved into a point that cupped the top of his highlighted hair, covering some of the red stripe; it was the best way he could hope to hide his identity, unable to switch out his gloves and shoes for something more inconspicuous.

But as they stepped into the venue, Rouge wasn't worried about either of them being recognized. She guessed, by the number of people gathered in the refined ballroom, that it was unlikely for them to run into anyone they disliked. Noting all of the unidentifiable partygoers, she looked over at Shadow and squeezed his stiff arm.

"You don't have to be so tense," her smooth voice said, keeping her volume low enough that only he could hear. "No one will know who we are here. I know relaxing is difficult for you, but you're allowed to chill out tonight."

The hedgehog's red gaze shifted over to his charming companion and he forced himself to untighten his muscles, giving her a nod before silently taking in all the surroundings. As they went on into the room, steadily wading around other people, Rouge lightly fanned herself and looked up at the hanging decorations.

"Oh, it's just so beautiful in here!" she gushed, gaining an extra twinkle in her eye. "So fancy, so decorous- ooh!"

Her gaze snapped towards a well-dressed waiter making rounds through the crowd, carrying a platter of hors d'oeuvres high above his shoulder; he approached the pair and lowered the plate, offering an array of meager-portioned foods to anyone in the vicinity.

Among the gathering of guests accepting the savory snacks, Rouge happily joined in, slipping her hand off of Shadow's arm to take a tiny meat pastry. In the bustle of partiers moving about, and with his date's grip no longer holding him captive, the calculating lifeform took the opportunity to slip away from the socialite bat.

He quickly disappeared past the small mass of brightly-costumed strangers. By the time Rouge finished the delicious serving of finely prepared food, he was out of her sight, and she soon felt the annoyance of realizing that he'd escaped her.

In a sea of partying patrons, there was no way she would be able to find him as soon as she'd like – so she simply let her agitation disappear with a sigh and began meandering around the ballroom to drink in the atmosphere alone.

Arriving after Rouge and Shadow was Vector, his dapper attire a white dress shirt with a bold gold suit jacket on top. A black bowtie accented the collar and he wore a spiky emerald green mask, hoping the color would blend well enough with his scales that Vanilla would recognize the crocodile when he approached her.

Immediately, he began looking for the kind lady, honing in on any lengthy set of rabbit ears he saw amongst the crowd. And as he was too distracted to consider the fault in his plan, it didn't occur to him that his crush's attendance wasn't guaranteed.

With masks obscuring the face of every guest in the room, Vector endured a handful of disappointments as each woman he approached denied being the one he was looking for.

Regardless, he held his composure as much as possible in the face of unknown patrons and didn't let the rejection get to him, continuing to excuse himself around the other people and keeping his eyes peeled for Cream's mother.

Meanwhile, Sonic had been coaxed into waltzing with Amy to the rhythm of sweeping piano and bombastic trumpets. He humored her desire to spend the moment with him, but silently thought of how he could end their dance when her adoration became a little too strong for his liking.

Still, the blue hedgehog didn't want to ruin the girl's night, and certainly didn't want to cause a scene if he ended up being the reason for her sorrow on what was supposed to be an enjoyable evening. The waltz wasn't so bad, even a bit of fun for Sonic – so he stuck it out a little while longer to indulge her dream.

Amy's soft green eyes gazed dreamily at him as she spoke, "We really don't do stuff like this often enough. And I think we should make more of an effort to try new things together! If you would just slow down enough to give our relationship the attention it needs, we could be the strongest couple on the planet."

The speedster chuckled and exhaled nervously, then replied, "I don't know about that, Amy. Nothing's certain!"

"Oh, stop being coy!" One of her eyebrows furrowed in an amused expression and the hand that held Sonic's tightened affectionately. "I'm serious, you know. This would be the perfect time to ask me out if you were thinking about it – you don't have to be shy."

Unsure of how to respond, he opted for clamming up instead, giving the enamored dame an awkward smile and upping the tempo of their dance in an attempt to distract her from the topic.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, his friend Knuckles was pushing open one of the double doors to see what kind of supposedly exciting action the bustling ballroom had to offer.

His garments were of green and yellow, different shades of each crawling across his dress shirt in an artistic arrangement of stripes and diamonds; the imaginative patterns made up for the fact that he chose not to change his shoes or gloves.

Adorning the echidna's face was a wide mask, almost square-shaped, colored half-black and half-gold. He avoided bumping into anyone and looked around casually, trying to decide whether he liked what he saw or if he wanted to bail already. Secondarily, he scanned the crowds for Sonic and the others, though he doubted the probability of finding them.

Tails, Cream, and Vanilla still hung around near the buffet tables, chatting with a few other guests and filling up on delectable foods. And as Vector's search brought him closer to the tables, as well, his orange eyes spotted something familiar: a pair of yellow twin tails belonging to someone he knew to be one of Cream's friends.

His excitement rose when he recognized the young fox, looking at the two rabbits next to him and heading their way the moment he identified Vanilla standing beside her daughter. Nearly stumbling over his own feet, the crocodile tightened the bow accenting his collar, rehearsing in his head what he was going to say to her.

The group's voices became clearer the closer he got, and Vanilla's sweet, mature tone was making him more nervous than he thought he'd be. When he finally reached them, Vector cut into their conversation a bit awkwardly, nearly interrupting the end of Tails' sentence.

"Is this a great party or what?" he started enthusiastically, in an attempt to seem charismatic. "It has to be the best one I've ever been to – what about you guys?"

The other partiers, who didn't know the tall reptile, smiled and agreed. But Tails recognized him instantly by his voice alone, picking up on the throaty rasp of his intonation. It didn't take much for Vanilla to figure out his identity, either; and when she smiled kindly at him, Vector's grin grew.

He didn't know for sure if she'd seen through his costume, assuming that she would be just as polite with anyone else. So, he pretended to not recognize her either, speaking as if she were an unknown woman.

"Hey, you look like you're a great dancer," claimed the detective, trying to sound smooth. "I can't say how, but I have a sense about these things. Would you like to have a waltz out on the floor?"

Vanilla giggled warmly, amused by his attempt to sound cultured and sophisticated. "Sure! I appreciate the offer."

Turning to Cream, she spoke with affection, "Stay with Tails, dear. I'll be back soon."

"Okay, Mother!" The rabbits hugged and Tails gave Vanilla a wave as she walked away with Vector, the crocodile striding confidently.

While Sonic's friends were finding their enjoyment among the crowds attending the lively soirée, Shadow was weaving around groups of people and wandering farther into the ballroom.

He kept near the wall, not wanting to chance getting nudged out onto the dance floor, and preferring to stay along the less-occupied edges for control of his own personal space. Soon he found an arrangement of different wines taking up one half of a buffet table, along with empty glasses; red, white, and sparkling were the options, and he chose to have a drink of something on the bitter side.

After filling half a glass with red wine, the quiet hedgehog continued wandering leisurely, using his freedom to take in the sights and even mildly enjoying the atmosphere – which he found more admirable when he was merely spectating the festivities.

The other half of the neutral-aligned pairing also wandered, her fan flittering cool wisps of air at her tan muzzle. Rouge made passive eye contact with a couple of strangers as she attempted to pass around them, which the men took as an opportunity to start a conversation. The click of her heels ceased when they smiled and turned her way.

"Evening, miss," the first greeted in a melodic tone, bowing slightly towards her in a gentlemanly gesture. He was wearing a jet-black mask, which sat above a white muzzle and covered an azure-furred face, the eye holes revealing dark chocolate irises; and a stark white vest worn over a purple long-sleeved button-up shirt.

"Good evening," responded Rouge, mirroring his smile and looking at the other guest when he spoke.

"Have you been enjoying this enchanting evening? You look lovely." The second of the strangers sounded younger and moved a bit more energetically. The distinct shape of his ears gave him away as a lynx, gray fur disappearing beneath a distracting mask that hid his entire face from forehead to chin – colored white and gold, it resembled a laughing face, and only showed the heterochromia he possessed. One eye was icy blue, the other a bold shade of chartreuse.

Rouge cocked her head to one side and said, "Why, thank you. I haven't gotten to indulge in much just yet, but I sure don't plan on letting the night go to waste!"

"You'd better not!" the azure patron chuckled. "You dressed far too beautifully to not bless the dance floor with your presence."

Mildly flattered, the bat raised an eyebrow when he extended one gloved hand and asked, "I'd love to accompany you for a few twirls on the next song."

Instead of offering her own satin-wrapped hand, Rouge covered part of her face with the fan, taking a step to the side as she began the process of excusing herself. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm actually here with someone. I'm off to find him, but I hope you boys have a wonderful time."

Both of the masked men watched her go before turning back to one another, and the lavishly-dressed treasure hunter started scanning her gaze over the gatherings of partygoers.

She hoped to catch even a glimpse of Shadow or his brightly-colored mask, making mental notes of the dance floor's ever-shifting availability. With luck, she would be able to convince the reclusive lifeform to join her for a dance, a slim possibility that she wanted to try for while she had the chance.

After all, she reasoned, there may not be another day more befitting of a friendly tango, and the likelihood of Shadow agreeing to such an activity would only get weaker as the night went on.

Out on the dance floor, Sonic had successfully taken the lead and started slowly scooting the two of them farther from the center of the room.

While he spun the pink hedgehog around other couples, he kept her distracted with conversation that toed the line of what she wanted to hear. "I'm glad the city has stuff like this going on. I was starting to think it was getting boring around here!"

"Me, too!" Amy's grip on his shoulder tightened as she relished the feeling of his hand holding her waist; it was difficult not to swoon in the Blue Blur's presence. "Especially if it means we can get closer by going out to more of these events."

"Sure! I think all of us will be able to build stronger bonds through fun parties every now and then." He smiled at her, but it soon faded when her expression changed.

"Sonic, can you slow down?" she asked, her voice a bit wavery through a half-smile. "I think we're spinning too fast."

"Whoops, sorry!" The speedy hedgehog complied, then looked to see that they were right by the edge of the dance floor, where the white line separated it from the rest of the room. "We should take a break – I don't want you to feel sick!"

Amy opened her mouth to counter his request, but couldn't do much about his hands slipping away from her. The blue man stepped outside of the dance area and ushered her towards the buffet tables, while the disappointed girl frowned and informed him of wanting another dance soon.

Sonic responded, "Sure thing, but let's grab something to drink for now. It's not a good idea to move around so much being dehydrated!"

They joined up with Tails and Cream, going as a group to partake in the flavorful punch resting in a deep glass bowl. There was another guest pouring a cup when they approached, a redhead with long locks and big plush mitts covering his hands; which Sonic recognized as Knuckles' attire.

"Hey, Knuckles, is that you?" he asked, walking up to the patron and eyeing the two-toned mask on his face.

His friend was taken a bit off-guard, not expecting the hedgehog to have found him, but soon smiled when he saw the whole group trailing closely behind. He chuckled, "Sonic? Uh, yeah, it's me. Man, you guys look so different behind those masks."

Primping her short hair, Amy replied, "We look great, don't we? Finally, a reason to wear something really nice! But I didn't expect you to show up!"

Knuckles shrugged. "Eh, I decided to come by for a look around, but I might leave soon."

"Heh, I don't think so!" retorted Sonic, raising one index finger. "You're with us – and we're having a good time! Why would you wanna miss it?"

The echidna chuckled again and smiled a little fuller. "I guess I'll stick around, then."

Tails chimed, "We're glad to have ya, Knuckles! This is shaping up to be an awesome night!"

The music bumping from the ballroom speakers steadily shifted into slower songs, lowering the energy a bit as the mood became calmer. Long, deep saxophone notes accompanied lively taps of piano keys, the more romantic vibe accented with faint sounds of trumpets.

It was a soothing break in the middle of the zestful masquerade – one that Vector was grateful for, having barely fumbled through a couple of songs without embarrassing himself.

His determination to impress Vanilla kept him more graceful than usual, doubly aware of his footfalls and the space around them. And if she was regretting accepting his offer to dance, she wasn't showing it.

The motherly woman held a serene smile the entire time, which made it easier for him to keep his nerves under control, as well. Deciding it was time to make a proper move, the scaley detective started off with a compliment.

"Your grace is fantastic." As soon as the words left his mouth, Vector felt embarrassment at the awkward wording; so much for making a fool of himself, he thought. "Uh, I mean, you're very graceful!"

His dance partner giggled and briefly squinted her eyes to a close, finding his flustered expression endearing. "Thank you! I'm glad to be attending this ball, there's so many friendly people here!"

"That's right! What better place to meet someone than at a fancy party?" He blushed when she opened her eyes again to stare a pretty caramel gaze past the green mask and at tangerine irises. "... So, does that mean you're having a good time dancing with me?"

"Of course," she answered sweetly, a tranquil lilt to her tone. "You're very nice."

The crocodile was speechless at her respectful admiration and chose not to push his luck by attempting a reply. He smiled wide and gained enough confidence from her sincerity to dance with genuine passion, rather than the timid steps he'd been taking before.

Meanwhile, a lone hedgehog had been half-mindedly watching them – as well as the other dancers – while leaning his back against a wall. Shadow finished the last sip of red wine in his glass, then felt a decisive grab on his arm as feminine fingers wrapped around the velvet sleeve of his blazer.

His head turned and crimson eyes widened, the dark lifeform being met with Rouge's smug smirk and the intensity of her teal gaze beneath navy eyelids. Her fan had disappeared, though he didn't ruminate on what she'd done with it.

"Finally, I found you!" she exclaimed, loosening her palm to reposition it affectionately on his bicep. She looked down at the empty cup in his hand and continued, "I see you've had a drink. Does that mean you're feeling a little more fun?"

He let out a breathy chuckle, confirming her sentiment without the use of words; Rouge could see in the curl of his lips that her stoic date wasn't so tense anymore.

Shadow seemed as relaxed as he could possibly be in a room full of people, relatively unbothered in his spot nearer one of the speakers. And because of that, the bat was less worried about being turned down when she offered her free hand, gracefully outstretching it and lifting her pinky finger higher to seem more elegant.

"Would ya honor me with a dance, handsome?" she asked, sliding her other palm down the length of his arm.

Shadow looked at her hand, then back at Rouge, the vague curve of his smile sticking despite her normally-unwelcome offer. He still hesitated, unsure of whether or not he wanted to commit to walking out on the floor – let alone to dancing, something he very rarely did. "You know how I feel about that. What would you bribe me with if I indulged your request?"

The ivory lady grinned, still holding out her gloved hand, and felt her cheeks flush faintly at his modest banter. It wasn't quite flirty for normal standards, and especially not when compared to her level of teasing, but Rouge saw so easily through his feigned disapproval. A dance was pretty much guaranteed, but he always had to make her work a little bit harder to get what she wanted.

"How about a kiss?" she suggested with a wink. "A pretty good trade-off, I'd say. It can even be our little secret, if you like."

The slight change in Shadow's expression was even more subtle behind the mask, thick gold material obscuring his coy acceptance of the deal. His view of Rouge as solely a teammate had been transitioning to a more personal connection since even before Valentine's Day, but especially since then.

At the end of the night, he might not go through with kissing her – silently questioning whether or not she was even serious about it – but he'd been interested to see with what she tried to entice him. In hindsight, it wasn't much of a surprise that the flirty woman went straight to romance, but he conceded to himself that he should've seen it coming.

After a moment of silence between them, Shadow pushed himself from the wall and swiftly returned his empty wine glass to the nearest table, then faced Rouge and lifted his dominant hand to take hers.

"Let's go, then, before the night escapes us."

The glamorous jewel hunter's stride quickly overtook his slower steps, until she was walking ahead of him, their gloved fingers hooked and the hedgehog being tugged closer toward the handfuls of happy interlinked couples.

As a favor to him, she scoped out a relatively spacious spot; one with plenty of clearance to not knock into the other dancers. Rouge then turned to Shadow, her shiny red lips pulled into a gleeful smile, and she put her left hand on his shoulder while the other repositioned to rest more comfortably in his palm.

The aloof guest slipped his free hand around her waist and cleared this throat, then broke eye contact and spoke uneasily, "I might not be the best on my feet tonight..."

When he trailed off, Rouge smoothly interjected, "Don't worry about it. I don't mind leading."

He didn't want to admit that he was talentless at dancing, even if it was something he typically had no interest in. But being around so many other people and having his physical movements dictated by his closest friend in an intimate context made Shadow more self-conscious about his abilities.

Regardless, he didn't let his pride push him into taking the lead anyway, instead allowing Rouge to make the first move and following her direction as they started off slow. Luckily for the couple, once they started dancing, the floor very steadily opened.

Over the next few songs, other dancers trickled out of the white-bordered area, which allowed a little more room for the bat to take her date closer to the center. So focused on keeping his motions smooth, Shadow didn't keep in mind how much of the floor they were traversing.

And as Rouge herself became wrapped up in the fun of gracefully twirling both of them around other waltzing guests, she unknowingly inched closer to the other side of the golden space.

Sonic and his friends had stepped away from the buffet table after filling their cups; the five of them beamed with conversation and laughter for a while, hovering near the white line that separated them from the dancers.

Shadow's steps were beginning to stall the longer they danced, the dark hedgehog losing his grace while his partner's pace rose. Hesitating to say something was his mistake, and when Rouge performed a twirl in which only their hands were gripping each other, the momentum of her body leaning away from him was more than he was prepared for.

Her fingers slipped from his, sending the surprised woman stumbling over the floor's white border. With Sonic's gang nearby, she unfortunately bumped roughly into Knuckles' right side, knocking his arm and spilling his punch on the sleeve of his colorful dress shirt.

"Shit!" the echidna exclaimed, looking at the stain while regaining his balance.

His gaze burned as it snapped in Rouge's direction, who was hastily backing away from him with her mouth agape. Everyone else was stunned at the sudden interruption, including a couple of nearby partygoers who'd witnessed the fumble. Sonic's green eyes shifted back and forth between the aggravated Knuckles and the embarrassed masked lady who'd run into him.

Amy and Cream were covering their mouths; Tails' expression was one of distress; and Shadow pulled himself out of the startle to silently assess the scene. A fang-bearing scowl was spread across Knuckles' muzzle and his purple eyes blazed at the adorned bat.

"Watch where you're going!" he shouted.

For a moment, Rouge's lips couldn't successfully form the words to respond, her mind indecisive between apologetic and defensive. When she did start to speak, he pointed at the white line and interrupted with, "There's a border here for a reason. You could've wrecked more than just my shirt being careless like that!"

Sonic put his hands up and chimed, "Woah, hey, relax! It was an accident-"

"Maybe you shouldn't have been standing so close to the line," Rouge retorted, her eyebrows furrowing under her mask. She recognized the echidna once she got a better look at him – the ill-tempered outburst was unmistakable as one of his trademark qualities. "Anyone can trip, even if they don't have big clumsy feet."

More of the guests' attention were being drawn to the bickering pair, including Vector and Vanilla, who paused their dance to look over with concern. The second Knuckles started to growl in frustration at Rouge's snide remark, Shadow stepped in front of her and faced the angry guardian himself.

He only saw the tension rising from there, and would rather be the one to fight if it came to blows – at the least, it would make the event more interesting, he thought.

"This argument is over," the serious lifeform stated, staring at Knuckles.

"Who are you to give orders around here?" asked the angry redhead.

Shadow's brow furrowed deeply and Rouge stepped forward to grip one of his arms. She told him quietly, "I can handle this. I'll just apologize and we can-"

"No." Offended at his refusal, the bat scoffed, and Shadow continued squabbling, "It would be best if you just went home. I would get that stain out before it sets."

"Telling a stranger to leave, as if you have the power here? How arrogant can you be?!"

The others stood by watching them argue, on edge wondering if a punch was about to be thrown – Sonic and Rouge were both on their guard, ready to jump in if either threat came true.

The echidna and the hedgehog spoke harshly back and forth for a few seconds, telling each other to back down while not willing to walk away themselves.

More masqueraded patrons became interested in the commotion, and when Rouge had had enough of the increasingly-ridiculous dispute, she approached Shadow again and grabbed his arm more firmly.

At the same time, Knuckles took a step forward, his irritation growing and his fists balling; the staunch lifeform's fists balled as well, but the echidna's advance was stopped by Sonic stepping in and gripping his shoulder.

The ivory bat spoke in a low volume once more to Shadow, solemnly urging, "Stop escalating. This isn't the place to fight."

While she talked to the glaring red-eyed hedgehog, Sonic told Knuckles, "Hey, let's all just be cool, here. There's no reason to let this little mistake get out of hand."

His frustrated friend's gaze turned to his, and the speedster offered a smile while continuing, "We can all still have a fun night. I can even help you clean up that shirt later, if you want."

"Don't bother," Knuckles responded, calming down. "I'm outta here – I didn't even want to come to this thing, anyway."

Sonic's hand slipped from the echidna's shoulder as he turned to walk away, and the rest of the group relaxed a bit when they saw the hostility between the two guests quickly dying. Shadow turned as well, walking in silence with Rouge when she tugged him towards the other side of the room.

There was a bit of whispering and speculation among the people who'd crowded around during the tension, the semi-circle of gathered patrons dispersing as Knuckles and Shadow left the area.

Still standing together on the dance floor, Vector and Vanilla responded differently to the confrontation; the crocodile let out an exaggerated sigh, while Cream's mother merely arched her eyebrows in worry.

"Man, that was dramatic!" commented Vector. "I really thought those guys were gonna fight!"

"It was quite worrying..."

He looked over at Vanilla and made his face calm when he noticed her frown, then held out his hand. "Would you like to continue our dance?"

"I'm sorry, but I should probably get back to my group," she responded, giving him a weak but polite smile. "Thank you for your company!"

She bowed slightly and he stuttered, "Oh, uh, s-sure! I mean, no, thank you!"

Vector watched his crush walk away towards her daughter's friends, then decided it was best if he went home for the night; though, as he left, he cursed the arguing guests for interrupting their moment.

Meanwhile, Rouge led Shadow to a wall far from Sonic's group, and turned to face him. Her pleading gaze met his seething crimson eyes as both hands calmly cupped his arms.

"Okay, that was tense – and I know you probably want to leave, but..." The unease in her voice made him close his eyes and let out a long, soft sigh before she finished her sentence. "... we can still salvage the rest of the night."

The black and red hedgehog gently shook her hands from his sleeves and opened his eyes again, making eye contact with the tentative woman. "You want to stay after that?"

Her hands floated towards each other and she absent-mindedly fidgeted with one pinky finger, replying, "Well, sure. He's gone, so the problem is solved now, right? I don't want you to bail just yet."

Shadow's body language calmed as his shoulders lowered to rest loosely; he looked down at the bat's hands and grabbed one, stopping her from fidgeting and holding it informally for a moment.

In a cool tone, he said, "I won't lie to you – I'm not in my element here. This place is uncomfortable for me, these people..."

He looked out at the crowd as his sentence trailed off, then looked back to Rouge. "Maybe I was a bit incensed when our dance was interrupted."

Navy blue lids raised and their hands parted. Shadow continued, "I see you trying. I may not always agree with your plans, but it's not the first time you've known what was best for us; even just as a team. So, I'll stay if you like, however obnoxious I find this event to be."

The fancily-dressed lady shook her head, lips curling into a smile. "You shouldn't have to do that, even for me. I have to be fair to my partner, which means upholding my side of the bargain. You kept your word, and I said we could leave when you wanted, so..."

She slipped one hand around his arm again, as if he was escorting her. "... we can go. Although, I wouldn't be opposed to continuing our dance elsewhere."

"A more secluded place?" he asked.

Rouge nodded, earning a half-smile from the hedgehog. With his spirit uplifted a bit, he approached the nearest buffet table and grabbed one of the wine bottles, suggesting, "How about we share one drink before we go?"

"It couldn't hurt," agreed the jewel thief, shrugging briefly before grabbing an empty glass for herself.

Vanilla regrouped with the rest of her party, which kicked off a conversation about the tiff between Knuckles and Shadow. Though they started off theorizing about the other guest's identity – getting closer to the conclusion that his mannerisms and some of his garments were identical to the Ultimate Lifeform – Tails eventually shifted to worrying about Knuckles.

"You think he's okay?" he asked Sonic. "I haven't seen him that angry in a while."

"Sure, he's okay," replied the speedster, unflinchingly confident. "That hard-headed echidna's tough as nails. But I can check on him, just to be sure."

"That might be a good idea."

Tails and his heroic friend shared a nod of understanding before Sonic turned to track down Knuckles. When he walked out into the night air, he found the guardian stomping across the street outside the bustling ballroom. "Hey, Knux!"

His companion stopped on the sidewalk and turned back to look at the blue daredevil, his face no longer covered by a mask. He wasn't fuming anymore, but still carried an unpleasant frown and stern eyes; though, he allowed Sonic to approach and chat with him.

"Sorry about that whole ordeal," Sonic spoke, smiling awkwardly. "That other guy was way out of line. Anyway, I hope you're not going home angry; Tails was worried."

Knuckles let forth a content snicker and his frown turned into a smile. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. I'll just be catching up on some well-deserved rest... and committing this event to memory for the next time you try to pressure me into attending a party!"

The Blue Blur laughed, then gave him a thumbs-up and a flashy grin. "You know what, Knux, you earned it! I'll try not to bug ya too much from now on."

Respectfully, the echidna nodded in a gesture of acceptance and farewell, then turned his back to Sonic and continued on his path home. The costumed hedgehog turned as well, heading back towards the lavish ballroom and into the party, where he met up with the rest of his group to continue the boisterous festivities.

#sonic fanfiction #ship fanfic #heartfelt holidays #heartfelt holidays chapter 2 #dracaria fics #shadouge #shadrouge #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #mardi gras #writing

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🤡PUNCHLINE🤡: YJ 2010!OG Six!Team + Fem!OC X FEM!Reader

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PLOT: Joker and Harley Quinn's adopted daughter Punchline has been a constant headache to the Team ever since she broke free from Arkham Asylum without getting caught with her neapolitan fun boy Andrew Merry. This clown princess was only pulling an act to get free from her so-called parents and lover. She found out the truth about herself a week ago within LexCorps and heard it all...she was a missing child stolen from a family. Punchline suffered from many things cause she never kills and left innocents alone, but has murdered bad guys only when she deems them as threats to the world. She felt those harmful words and they played with her pain by hurting her rather than healing her. They pushed her around and pulled her down into the bottomless pit of bittersweet vengeance. Will the Team save her from these bloody killer clowns and bring her out of this freakshow of circus psychos? {ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA}.

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WARNING: DARK ANGST, SOFT FLUFF, ROUGH SMUT, ETC.

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"Breaking news, deranged beta criminal Andrew Merry has successfully escaped Arkham Asylum after Punchline blew up his cell and got tons of criminals out alive. Joker and Harley Quinn's legacy has begun her reign of terror all over again in Gotham City as her boyfriend does the same. If you see them out in public and anywhere else...run, I repeat run from them as far as possible." Punchline smiled with fake happiness as Andrew pulls her on his lap and smooches her lips with his own.

Andrew was once a beta named Lucas Nero Kaye, but another beta Harley changed him like Joker did to Punchline and gave him the special roller coaster ride to his fun-land. She was renamed as a beta named Alecia Delilah Napier and got branded by force. Ace Chemicals did all of its tricks of making her into their daughter and turning her mad like Alice Liddell.

Alice and Luka were toxic with each other. Punchline never loved him and cared for him, though Joker did care for Andy while Harley only loved her. Harleen Francis Quinzel and an alpha known as Jack Oswald White did favor Andrew rather than Punchline, it made her go fully black and white with splashes of red all over her body.

The gothic punchinello was protected by the female harlequin and the male jester was very close the neapolitan mime. Punchline vows to run away and never come back this life she's been breathing in as a hellish life. She has to wait and get rid of the tracker before she can make her escape to freedom and see broad daylight.

Punchline begins packing up her things and putting in a dark purple Lamborghini car she got from Joker for her assumed birthday. She waits till Andrew, Harley, and Joker leave for their annual heist at Gotham City Bank and gets inside her luxury car. The gothic punchinello slowly cranks up the fast car engine with one hand and begun leaving the hidden garage to the main exit.

The clown princess was lucky to remove the trackers and chips on her car, though the ones in her body were harder cause it was injected into her veins. Punchline drove from Arkham to some random city in baggy sweats to cover her scars and other evidence of abuse she went through as a little girl. The gothic punchinello kept driving and taking breaks by using all of the saved money she stole from a fellow beta Riddler's bank account thanks to Catwoman.

Every single day and night, she would drive from each city till she found herself in Robinson Park and was happy to find a place to hide from others. She manages to make some money with dancing and singing in subway stations to the public plaza till it went viral enough to become an internet star on social media sites. Punchline never showed her face, hasn't talked, and would always keep her looks to herself including her body...it was major insecurities.

The gothic punchinello suffered from the child neglect and domestic violence from her abusive lifestyle where she has no freedom to be herself. Punchline was safe from others and has to stay low for now on since Andrew will try multiple times to get his way with her for fun. She was suffering both inside and outside cause Joker can kill her in seconds if he finds out his porcelain doll got away from this playhouse...until one dreadful night at Jump City inside her apartment.

At Mount Justice, Batman somehow managed to locate where Punchline ran off and hide for a temporary amount of time. The Team watched the first day of her staying at Jump City by the cameras and saw the gothic punchinello looking paranoid about something. The seven sidekicks listened to what she said and understood why the clown princess ran away...to get out of an extremely toxic environment filled with crimes and scenes.

"She's the only key witness to finding out who's behind this plot with the Syndicate and why she became Punchline. Be careful Team, we know how she tends to be silent and deadly. Don't let her intimidate any one of you," the Team left the Secret Sanctuary and headed to Jump City where they found her car.

"Anything good in there?" Superboy opened the trunk and saw nothing but documents of a crime scene.

"It's just some papers," the clone replied as he raises the lid wider for the rest to see themselves.

Robin picks them up and reads each one by hand. It was from an unsolved mystery of a missing child back in the early 2000s, Bruce's godchild Evelina Gwendolyn Nelson was abducted by Harley Quinn and was personally "killed" by the Joker after he murdered her own parents in cold blood. The Boy Wonder see more files and other information in the trunk, such as DNA tests, birth certificates, ancestry trackers, hospital records, pharmacy visits, criminal history, and lie detectors.

"She has all of the files of Bruce Wayne's godchild including hers in there. Why does she have them?" Wonder Girl begun finding an extra key card and hands it to Robin.

"We're about to find out ourselves, come on guys." The Team followed the female demigod in the elevator and got in the private top floor.

Punchline was currently fast asleep with her scars and bruises from her last ambush a few days ago by the Joker, who notifies Andrew that his "girlfriend" dumped him and left the Laugh Pack for good by her death with a gunshot in her chest. The clown princess suddenly wakes up from her sleep when she hears a ding from the elevator and grabs two twin handguns along with a matching pair of daggers for safety precautions. Punchline hears several knocks and went into the bathroom by locking the door shut, leaning against it as she tries to find something for her joy in her backpack.

The Boy of Steel heard light shuffling behind the front door and knew Punchline was now fully awake. Kid Flash uses the key card and he went inside to see the whole apartment was surprisingly spotless from head to toe without traces of flaws on it. His six comrades can feel the tension as they went into different rooms and couldn't find her until they found her bedroom.

'Punchline's probably inside her room,' the archer said in the mind link, turning to Wonder Girl.

'Xena, you go open the door.' Kid Flash told the female demigod.

The leader of the Team gave his two teammates a raised eyebrow and he shakes his head no while his half-god girlfriend was unimpressed. Wonder Girl carefully opens the door and saw the room was shockingly clean, but a book was on the desk. The female demigod reaches for it and storms out of there with a neutral look on her face.

'Is that a journal?' Miss Martian asked her best friend.

'Yes, but I'm not reading it. We'll give this to Batman till further notice...unlike three of you who will more likely to read it.' The speedster, archer, and acrobat went silent while Aqualad, the female Martian, and Superboy nod their heads yes in agreement.

Punchline's heart was beating like crazy while tears came down her hollow cheeks and from her sunken eyes. She took her happy pills from her duffle bag and popped them into her mouth. The gothic punchinello was giggling quietly through tears of pain and faking her joy as she curls up in the bathtub, feeling the symptoms and effects it gave her.

Her stomach was scarred and burnt like other places on her bony frame. Punchline was diagnosed with major disorders and have health problems, but doesn't want immediate treatment due to trust issues. The clown princess has low self-esteem problems after Andrew tried to win her back at Arkham Asylum a few weeks ago and attempted to break her with the Joker watching both of them, but Catwoman saves the gothic punchinello long enough to let the young child escape from that horrifying nightmare to Jump City.

Catwoman was also the first person to see Punchline without her makeup and realize that her lover's godchild was actually alive. The cat burglar got what the gothic punchinello wanted in exchange of diamonds and pearls. The black cat burglar told the Dark Knight and he took a test between his childhood friends with Punchline's blood sample to confirm that Catwoman was right...the Joker broke Batman's godchild.

Punchline will always hug her stuffed animal she got from the Shadow Dame named "Koneko" which means "Kitten" in Japanese, it was sewn right and made with her love for animals. She doesn't like how people treats nature, the gothic punchinello has a soft spot for animals and flowers. As for food, she was born a natural vegetarian and doesn't like meat or anything that came from animals.

"Punchline, we know you locked yourself in there. Please come out of the bathroom," the gothic punchinello froze with shock and horror written on her face. "Don't make me hurt you honey, we know you're scared and in danger. Please sweetheart, we won't arrest you and treat you bad."

Punchline puts her things in her backpack and places her mask to cover her face from outsiders before pulling the hood over her head. Her dyed black locks of hair was peeking out and put her weapons in her bag. The clown princess gets up from the tub and carefully opens the door to see the Team.

The gothic punchinello looked a lot shorter and petite than usual. Miss Martian watched the younger girl put all of her weapons down and unload her pair of white platinum guns from their silver bullet ammo. Punchline shocked all of them by raising her hands and arms in surrender while going on her knees to let one of them arrest her.

Robin went behind the clown princess and puts a pair of handcuffs on her wrists before doing so to her ankles for safety precautions. The Boy Wonder gets her up and she flinches in response to the severe wound she made from a golden kitchen knife last night. Punchline stumbles trying to get her backpack up until she collapses and passes out cold from the pain in her stomach.

Wonder Girl saw it instantly and caught the child in time before she hits her head hard on the floor. She searches for a pulse, freezing to feel how faint and slow it was. Punchline kept the room cold as ice, hard as stone, and clean as slate contrast to her motionless body that was damaged.

"We need Punchline to med bay quick, she's barely responding." The female demigod carries Punchline bridal style, cringing when she held her and can tell she was sickeningly light as a feather.

The Team ran off to the Bio-Ship and flew back to their base with a dying child in their custody. Once the ship landed, Wonder Girl took Punchline in her arms and rushed to med bay with a panicked look on her face. Black Canary saw that the female demigod was on high alert and helped her keep the gothic punchinello breathing while the rest of the Team waited for their teammate to fix Punchline.

After a two hours of tests and exams, Wonder Girl was trying not to cry and rage when she saw everything that a child shouldn't experience for the first time. Punchline was the reason why heroes and innocents were still alive with their families, but this was personal...that journal was the last resort. The Sonic Screamer kept a sharp eye on the child as she breathe through her oxygen mask and rest peacefully.

Black Canary found the results and was terrified. Cracked ribs, dark circles around her eyes, bite marks on shoulders, pale skin, appetite loss, wounds on ankles, busted lips, broken nose, a minor concussion, burns on hands and feet, handprints on neck, lacerations on the back and chest, cuts on wrists and thighs, slashes on stomach and neck, and many more. This girl literally went through hell and back at a very young age.

"Canary, I told the Team already what's wrong and the signs that Punchline was constantly abused. We have to keep her under immediate watch and make sure she doesn't hurt herself. This was in her pockets," the female demigod explained before pulling the pill bottles.

'Happy pills, one pill a day makes the pain go away.' Black Canary thought.

"Not only that, Batman looked through her bags and saw a lot of disturbing things in it. Those files Robin attained from her car are real, the boys found more stuff and I told them to hand them over to y'all till further notice." Wonder Girl stated while checking on the IV fluids and blood transfusion she has from Catwoman. "She's selectively mute too, so we have to make her talk willingly...not by force. Punchline went through enough and was beaten every 24/7 for her right doings. She's not safe from the Joker, Harley, or Andrew, this little girl has to stay and be put under our custody."

Recognize: Catwoman; 00, Recognize: Superman; 01, Recognize: Batman; 02; Recognize: Wonder Woman; 03

Catwoman storms into med bay and sees Punchline being treated with care by the Amazonian demigoddess. The Core Four looked at the files and the blood sample they got from her a few months ago. This girl was a missing child and it matched with the blood of Bruce's honorary niece.

Robin saw his adopted father's girlfriend and knew that look. The black cat was worried for the clown princess and see the symptoms playing its roles into Punchline's health problems. The Team stayed by med bay and took turns of watching over her, only to see her sleep for hours.

A day later at med bay, Punchline wakes up and saw herself in a different room. She begins panicking that caused her heart rate to skyrocket and alert the Team. Wonder Girl got a painkiller ready for the gothic punchinello, who's having an anxiety attack and tearing up in pain.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, it's okay sweetie, we're not gonna hurt you. Deep breaths...in and out." Punchline copied her and slowly calmed down before falling asleep. "There you go, that's a good girl."

The female demigod sighs in relief as Punchline slept and snore softly. Without the mask and hoodie, she looks like a fragile porcelain doll made from spun glass and fine china. The clown princess didn't hear the Team walking, who knew that they have to stay careful and not trigger her into going to panic mode.

'Is she okay?' Superboy asked her.

'No. This will take more than a few years to get Punchline recovered and sobered from abuse. We can't set off anything that'll make her have flashbacks and cause her discomfort. For now, we have to let the League decide what they have to do with Punchline. Let's pray that she doesn't go to prison, because this child's mind is too frail and broken apart from everything.' The Boy of Steel pats her shoulder while Wonder Girl writes down some healthy diet recommendations and tips.

"Bellatrix, she trusts you and Catwoman more than others. Here's my Golden Lasso of Truth," the Defender of Justice said, handling her rope to her daughter.

"Isn't this lasso way too far Mum? I get that all of us want answers, but this is a child who went through a living and breathing hell with two psychos as her "parents"." The Team nodded in agreement and stood beside the female demigod. "What's wrong with you and the League's minds? Are y'all really doing this to her, especially when I got what kinds of problems wrote down...please don't tell me the journal has all the proof in it."

Wonder Woman nodded with a saddened look and Wonder Girl turns livid. She begins calming down when she looks at Punchline's resting body and understood what her mother wants her to do, but she has a similar way. The teenage demigoddess carefully pulls the wires and cords, though kept a few on her for signs of conflict.

It took ten minutes to let Miss Martian link the older girl up and let their boyfriends hold them close. Kid Flash and Arrowette (Artemis Crock) were sitting side by side while Robin got another painkiller prepared for Punchline if she starts feeling any types of pain. The clown princess hums softly and opens her dull eyes to see the Team, who stares down at her bedridden form for answers.

"Alright Punchline, you got two choices to make. You can either tell us the truth or I'll have to let this golden magic rope do its work. Simple as that sweetheart, I'm not threatening to hurt you or make you feel scared. You're still a child that needs help and we can help you if you tell us." Punchline was hesitant and shivers as she tries to back away, but sees handcuffs on her bandaged wrists and ankles.

"Long story, the League found a lot of things and took your stuff out of your home from Manhattan. That's why you're stuck handcuffed and bedridden till we get the truth. All you have to do is talk and let us hear." Punchline said nothing and kept a horrified look on her face.

'She's not talking,' the female archer said to the teenage demigoddess.

'I'm not using this damn lasso to force an abused child into speaking Artemis, I refuse to let Batman interrogate her if it comes down to that option.' Wonder Girl responded to the blond-haired teenage girl.

"Or we'll get Batman and send you back to Arkham." Punchline begins tearing up in seconds and shaking her head no while whimpering, trying to get free while she got her to remember how Batman could see the genuine sadness written on her bruised face whenever she gets placed in Arkham.

Kid Flash smacks Robin in the back of the head and the Boy Wonder rubs it while frowning at his best friend. The rest glared at his blunt choice of words and the acrobat now understands why he needs to learn some respect. The clown princess sees the shot and begs silently to make it vanish from her teary green eyes.

"Sorry about this idiot, he tends to show no mercy on criminals." Kid Flash apologized as he drags him with the help of Arrowette out of med bay.

"Wait," the Team froze to hear her voice...so quiet and very timid. "Please don't leave, I'll talk."

The trio sat back down and their four older comrades asked her questions that led to her being truthful. Each answer she gave them were from ones about the Light and Cadmus, not herself...her life. Robin walks over to Punchline with a deep frown after he sees that she doesn't care for herself and living in a world of disaster.

"Next question, what did Joker, Harley, and Andrew do to you for years?" Punchline gulped nervously and knew this will cost her breathing soul.

The Team does know that she's twelve years old and going to thirteen next year. She was shivering and shaking, but Superboy shockingly held her hand and Miss Martian did the same to keep her at ease. Punchline begun telling the truth as the League hears everything and grew enraged, the clowns tried to break her apart by selling her off to Lex Luthor as a slave to teach her some manners.

After saying everything while Wonder Girl silently kept the lasso hidden away, the Team storms out of med bay and left the teenage demigoddess with the clown princess. She pulls the lasso from the child's foot and lets Wonder Woman take it from her hands. Her mother nods at her and pats her shoulder while trying to keep her relaxed.

"It's not your faults, it's always been mine." That was the last straw and Wonder Girl whips her head angrily at Punchline with a hardened glare, which got the Team backing away.

"YOUR FAULT?!! NO NO NO HONEY, IT'S THE FAULTS OF THE PEOPLE WHO HURT YOU, STARVE YOU, PUNISH YOU, SELL YOU, AND BREAK YOU!!" The Team froze to hear Wonder Girl snap and lash the truth out at Punchline. "YOU DON'T GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT YOUR OWN LIFE, THEY NEVER CARED AND LOVED YOU CAUSE YOU SAW WHAT WAS TRULY RIGHT!! THEY'RE BLAMING YOU FOR THOSE HEISTS AND DEATHS CAUSE THEY KNEW THAT YOU'LL NEVER BE LIKE THEM!!"

Aqualad tries to get his girlfriend to calm down, but she snaps at him in warning with glowing silver eyes and went back to his spot. Wonder Woman knew that her daughter has the right to snap, though stand her ground and went over to the teenage demigoddess. Punchline was wide-eyed with tears streaming down her face, trying to get away from Wonder Girl and get free from the cuffs.

"Bella, you're scaring her." Wonder Woman warned her.

"DIANA, SHE HAS TO HEAR THIS WHENEVER SHE LIKES IT OR NOT!! IF THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS, WILL THEY SELL YOU TO SOME RICH MAN WHO WILL MAKE YOU INTO A MONSTER?!! IF THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND...YOU'RE A GODDAMN TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL FOR ZEUS'S SAKE!! HE SHOULDN'T BE CHEATING ON YOU WITH SOME DUMB WHORE, YOU'RE BETTER THAN ALL OF THEM AND YOU CAN'T SEE THAT SHIT YOUR OWN SELF!!" Wonder Girl yelled out angrily, facing Punchline while trying not to go full Light Avatar State and turning serious with a deepened alpha tone. "We wanna help you if you let us, I'm sorry for snapping, but you have to hear the truth of what I think and I believe all of us agree that you're safe here. We're a close pack, we've decided to watch over after somebody won the glaring contest with his mentor, and we'll keep you safe and sound from others. Please, we want you to trust us...we won't hurt you."

Punchline was set free by Black Canary, the small girl slowly begins walking to Wonder Girl and starts hugging her tight. The League was shocked like the Team, who were relieved that the clown princess was complying and was actually content. The teenage demigoddess picks her up and carries the petite child to the rolling chair.

"Your real parents were special indeed, they both died protecting you from Joker when he got Harley to take you years ago. You look just like your mother and father, his hair and eyes, your mother's looks and personality...Kent and Inza did mention about their deceased granddaughter having a stuffed animal named Koneko. Don't worry, I got your friend safe...right here." Punchline's dull eyes gleamed as she gently takes Koneko from her hands and hugs it close to her, closing her eyes that went back to green after the happy pills were flushed out of her entire system. "Catwoman's willing to take you under her wing and Black Canary will be there to give you therapy sessions. Batman will tell you about your parents cause the League were very close to them and were honored to have a cute little niece. She was smart, brave, adorable, and nice unlike this fool who tried to use his mentor as a weapon. They know who you really are, the League broke the case that you wanted to know and got you home. We'll get you a room fixed and find something comfy for you to wear. Okay?"

Punchline nodded shyly and kept holding her friend with a small smile. Wonder Girl went to the kitchen and takes out some fruit yogurt with a protein shake to the side. The Team watches the teenage demigoddess went back to med bay and present the clown princess with those chosen items.

"Slow and steady steps," the clown princess gulps and begins eating slowly, earning smiles and relieved looks that meant Punchline was getting really hungry.

'How do you know that she was hungry Bella? I didn't hear her stomach making noise,' the clone said to her.

'She was fidgeting and holding her stomach. We have to find her official rank first, then the girls and I have to find some clothes for her to wear at the mall.' Wonder Girl answered while shaking the bottle and opening it for Punchline. "It's milk chocolate, I know this won't taste good...I slipped something helpful in it for you."

Punchline sips the shake, humming in delight and drank the liquid as she starts enjoying what was in it. She puts the empty bottle down and licks her lips at the sweet flavor of it. Wonder Girl was told by Kent's widow Jolene that she was an alien, which means that Punchline was half alien and could be healed by a few months if they slipped some magic-based healing potions in everything she wants to devour or chug down her throat.

'My love, what did you put in her food and drink?' Aqualad asked the teenage demigoddess.

'Jolene's healing potions mixed with my nectar, I have to Kaldur...she's malnourished.' Wonder Girl replied. 'Besides, she likes it and seems to be peaceful for now. M'gann, Artemis, we're going shopping later on when it reaches noon and taking Evie with us.'

The teenage demigoddess saw Eva hold her arms out and complies, lifting her up and setting her to latch on her front like a koala. Wonder Girl smells her unmarked scent glands, it was hidden from others and seems to be sweet. Eva hums and enjoyed the comfort from this strong female who was willing to cradle her like a little baby, which was ironic cause the clown princess was somehow the youngest out of the youngsters in this room.

M'gann and Artemis took off the makeup inside the large bathtub to see that Eva was completely healed. The female trio begun getting rid of the dyes and paints on her body while checking for more bruises. Wonder Girl did an amazing job finding some worthy products that will wash away paints, dyes, makeup, and other things as they gave her a nice bath.

The girls saw that she was a natural ginger with green eyes and ivory skin, Eva was blushing in embarrassment with closed eyes as she covers her body with a large towel. M'gann saw her insecurities through a telepathic link and hugged her while the small girl pouts up at the female Martian with teary eyes. Wonder Girl somehow found an outfit she was doing and got something for Eva, a cute one that'll make her stand out and look elegant.

"This will work for now, she'll love this." Artemis saw a casual attire with a nod of approval and got Eva out of the tub with M'gann's help.

M'gann and Artemis left for a bit, so that Opal can fix Eva up with her attire till they reached the mall. The teenage demigoddess removed the hair extensions and begun styling it in a way that makes the young red-headed girl look graceful. After doing that, she places some natural makeup and use her chi-bending to heal up everything till it was permanently removed.

"And here's what Eva Nelson should be looking like," the girl's green eyes opened to see the real version without any paint and dyes, smiling softly at the features and how Opal captured everything. "Your family will be so happy and amazed that you took their genes. They'll always forever stay in your heart, be bold and always keep your loved ones safe."

The boys were waiting as M'gann and Artemis went to check on Eva. They immediately squealed and were cooing at the cuteness of this outfit. She wore a scarlet red shirt with the black cat logo, long white thigh-high socks, crimson red and black sneakers, a gray plaid miniskirt, her short hair was in a high ponytail, and her face was done very well with natural makeup and a bit of rosy blush on it.

Eva was dragged into the living room by Artemis who lifts her off her seat and the boys froze to see what Opal did to her. She looks so matured and elegant. Eva held her hands together and tilts her head at the four young men's wide-eyed expression with a nervous look.

Opal places Kaldur's jacket to cover Eva and make the young magic-user comfy before putting her white beanie hat on her head. The little girl sighs and nuzzles into the clothing when she gets Koneko from M'gann. Opal picks her up and smiles when the boys can see how Eva likes to be carried around within her consent.

"We got a news update, the Joker, Harley Quinn, and Andrew Merry have been officially charged with multiple crimes including child kidnapping and attempted rape. The victim was shockingly Punchline, she has left proof and details of what they've done to her in police custody. She's currently being put under the Justice League's supervision and all her charges have been dropped after multiple people came forward with evidence that she never kills innocents." Eva gave the Team a questioning look of confusion over the teenage demigoddess's right shoulder and they all responded with reassuring expressions.

"Evie, we're going to the mall with the girls and get a few things for you. M'gann and Artemis will hold you if I need to do something important. That's good with you kiddo?" Eva nodded and clung onto Opal's front in response. "Keep that hat over your head and make sure you tell us whenever you want something. Kaldur, Conner, I know you two will turn that empty guest room into her bedroom, so I trust both of you men to watch over the mountain. Wally, Dick, you boys better not doing anything stupid and go fix us a nest in the heat room."

The girls left through the garage, Opal drives them through the road and kept a close eye on Eva. She was resting in Artemis's lap and was hugging Koneko close to her. M'gann took a quick photo till Opal parks at a good spot and the three women got the youngest girl out.

"Aww, she's so cute!/She looks so beautiful!/Such an adorable little angel!/Those girls are lucky to scent mark her!" Eva blushed as the comments and praises she's getting from random people when Opal pulls her hood down.

"See what I meant Artie, she'll be getting admirers by the time we leave here cause she's unclaimed and has to be constantly watched over. Not only that...smell her scent." Artemis complied and gently smelt her unmarked scent glands...it smells like cherry blossoms and wild strawberries.

"Strawberries and blossoms. Evie, are you...an omega?" Eva nodded and went behind M'gann out of instinct. "It's okay sweet girl, I've been marked by Wally. M'gann is bonded to Conner like Kaldur is with Opal, you're still unclaimed and have to find your soulmates. You're just the only omega in the Team for now Evie, though Dick will probably court you soon and mark you for your safety."

Eva giggles softly, blushing hard when all three girls heard it and smile down at her. Artemis cradles the omega in her arms, nuzzling her nose into her scent gland and smiling at the small omega. M'gann and Opal got the right sizes for Eva to wear around everyday till she gets better once she begins growing up.

The four girls left the stores and made sure Eva was content after feeding her some mixed berry yogurt with a side of sugar-coated fruit. She was waiting patiently for their stop at the mountain and was hoisted up by M'gann. Eva releases her scent and the three girls hummed in appreciation as they got out of the car.

"How's your trip ladies?" Wally asked them, kissing Artemis and nuzzling Eva's scent gland.

"We found out her rank was an omega, then she decides to mark us with her scent along the way back here...now my car smells like blossoms and strawberries." Dick got the whiff of the scent and was truly into the smell.

"We smelt that far away, she's a pure fecund omega." Conner stated until Eva's sixth senses and future vision read his aura, it was red as a ruby.

Eva hops down and hugs the clone tight while Wolf licks her hand, earning a giggle from her. Conner gave Dick the "I told you so" look and hugs her back, knowing that she loves animals. Kaldur finishes reading the book and understood what alien race Inza came from to what the spark is...Eva's half Magen and Anodite.

'I found out what planet Jolene came from, Anodyne.' Kaldur told the Team, picking the omega up and kissing her cheek. 'Eva's spark is still active, but she hasn't awakened her mana yet.'

Eva smiles at him and leans her head on his left shoulder. Kaldur carries the small girl to her room and hears her purr softly in content. He lay her on her new bed after carefully takes his jacket back and removing those black shoes from the half-Anodite.

The small girl wiped the makeup from her face and put her hair down. Eva takes her stuffed animal and closes her eyes when Kaldur pulls a blanket to cover her. The half-Atlantean kisses her forehead and leaves the room after hearing her soft breaths.

"Eva's now resting, it looks like you ladies tired her out." Opal smiled before kissing him and parting away to watch the omega. "She's going to fit in with the Team very well."

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It was five years since Eva came home, though her pack seems to be feeling a bit worried and were skeptical about getting near her. As a fecund omega female who learned how to control all of her cosmic phoenix and pure magic energy, her final transformation has surprised them a lot cause they didn't expect Anodites to be...some beautiful glowing aliens. Eva was healthy enough to do missions and help innocents, but this time was a conflict between herself due to her rank...she was in heat.

The omega went into hiding at her bedroom and kept herself "busy" with some "friends". Eva already contacted the League about her situation and was mentally praying that her mates help her. Out of everything in the world...her first heat has to be right on when she finally becomes legal to drink alcohol and buy a gun.

Suddenly, her phone starts ringing as she finishes off her recent climax and grabs it with her glowing mana tendril. Eva freezes to see that her pack wanted a group chat and chose to video call her. She has no choice but to do the right thing...answer and put it on speaker.

Eva Nelson {scared}: Hello?

Dick Grayson {serious}: Evie, where are you?

Eva Nelson {nervous}: I'm reading in the Bludhaven Library with Jason.

Wally West {skeptical}: Don't lie babygirl, Jason told us you were there to get him some books at Gotham and came back home.

Artemis Crock {solemn}: Roy also mentioned you went somewhere last night before your birthday.

Eva Nelson {timid}: I was at Anodyne getting some wine from my grandma Jolene.

M'gann M'orzz/Megan Morse {suspicious}: Evie, you're lying to us. Please tell us what you're doing, it can't be that bad.

Eva Nelson {panicking}: I'm not telling all of you my business. Please leave me alone!

Kon-El/Conner Kent {agitated}: Evelina...

Eva Nelson {anxious}: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME?!!

Bellatrix/Ophelia Trevor {aggravated}: You're hiding something Omega.

Kaldur'ahm/Jackson Hyde {displeased}: Omega, just tell us or else.

Eva Nelson {irritated}: Or else what Alpha? You and our pack got no damn right to make me listen. Y'all know what, I'm spending this heat all by myself and have some fun afterwards. Goodbye.

Eva froze when she typed that and grew scared cause she knew Kaldur was known to be very calm, but can be provoked like the others as an apex alpha. She gulps and sets the phone down until she heard it vibrate again. Eva looks at the text from Opal, shivering and panting while trying to stay calm.

Bellatrix/Ophelia Trevor {enraged}: That's it Evelina, we're going over to your home. Don't even try escaping, Dick shut down all the Boom Tubes.

Eva Nelson {blunt}: BITE ME. Do y'all realize I can teleport you idiots?

Eva shuts down her phone and puts it away before going invisible. She hears banging on the door and went under the bed. The half-Anodite slowly opens the hatch to her tunnels and crawled into them.

"EVELINA GWENDOLYN NELSON, YOU BETTER BE FUCKING HERE!!" Opal shouted angrily as her inner alpha took over.

Eva tried her best keeping her scent hidden from her pack after noticing the matching marks on them. She found the same mark on the small of her back and grew frightened...she just pissed off all of her soulmates. The magic-user's inner omega begun whimpering in her mind and she shivers, accidentally letting out her pheromones by mistake.

'NO, NO, NO...' Eva thought while silently whining underneath her breath. 'WHY NOW?!!'

Conner picks up the damiliar scent and looked under the bed to see a hatch to the tunnels. He hears the half-Anodite's sounds of fear and pain through them, which made the clone realize where she's going...to random rooms till she was safe from them. Eva locks the hatches on every dorm and went to her private place...her meditation room to get some pure mana.

"Eva's attempting to make us chase her around the mountain, looks like we'll have to hunt her down...again." The Team split up and went their own ways.

The Lucky Girl was getting tired and decided to head towards the heat room after absorbing tons of mana from her meditation room. The magic-user shifts to her hybrid form; her mana hair was pink like her glowing eyes, her skin tone turns purple, and everything else stays the same. Eva was a bit happy that she was wearing something old and comfy, though little does she know is that her seven soulmates found her in a deep sleep.

'Found her, she's sleeping in our nest at the heat room.' The Team followed where Artemis told them where Eva was, pausing to see the half-Anodite snoozing peacefully.

'We got enough time to punish Eva,' Opal disrobing the omega out of her clothes and letting Dick tie her up.

Wally was brave enough to gag her and put a blindfold over her closed eyes. The rest knew she'll break free quick, so they let Kaldur put an enchanted collar Eva's neck and wrap some tape tightly around where she can't cut herself loose. Conner kept a sharp eye on the beating sounds of her heart while she was somewhat lifeless and unresponsive through her sleep.

Dick heard a muffled hum and turned to look down at the omega while Artemis fondled her breast. M'gann moved her fingers to her sacred spot and rubbed that sensitive pearl, earning more muffled sounds of pleasure from the omega underneath them. Eva whimpers and mewls through the ball gag while arching her back from the sensation she was experiencing.

"She's in heat," the Romanian acrobat told his pack mates after picking up the scent and saw her slicking up.

"No wonder Evie was trying to avoid us, she didn't want anybody worrying about her." Wally said, freezing when Eva somehow came by M'gann messing with her clit.

"She got our full attention now, that soul mark wasn't that easy to hide from us. I'm somewhat thankful that we made her put on that dress from last time," the rest of the Team chuckled while nodding at the memory and kept focusing on preparing Eva for this mating season.

The half-Anodite shockingly got out of the ropes and tapes the Team tied on her. Eva got the blindfold off from her eyes and pulls the ball gag out of her mouth. Her pack heard her panting and surrounded their fecund omega within seconds, marking her as theirs as she starts mewling in pleasure.

"Please...I don't care, choke me, fuck me, give me all y'all have...now!" The Team's eyes turned different colors as they growled and she was taken any way possible since she was incredibly flexible.

Eva squealed and cried out whenever she got filled up to the brim. Their claim marks painted on her body while she took everything they gave her and accepted herself as their omega. The red marks and love bites were part of the whole ordeal, though breeding Eva was another thing coming from today to next week since her heat lasts 7 to 14 days.

They took turns and knew that the Lucky Girl want it to be rough. Eva got bred full of their seeds by each member, pumping her full with a large load of cum and letting her swallow their spit. The Lucky Girl felt each of them call for her to let herself be caught in the euphoria, submitting herself to her mates and taking what they got for this omega.

Dick was the first person to mate on Sunday with her since they anonymously voted to go by their age range and let Kaldur be last on Saturday. The half-Atlantean have the most patience, but knew that he'll break Eva in half and wanted his younger pack mates to stretch her open first for him to fit. They stuffed her full of cock and made the half-Anodite speechless.

The Team moved in together at Happy Harbor and kept the mountain as their base. Whenever they left to take breaks, Eva tends to stay in the nest and purring while being full of cum. It amazes them that she can still speak and move, but they would question where their cum will go since they always plugged her afterwards with their knots...she would answer by rubbing where her womb was or...she'll say that her body was absorbing it since it contains mana.

Kaldur pulls out after his knot went down and couldn't see his cum leaking out as usual. He kisses her stomach and rubs it tenderly when Eva got her last shot. The half-Anodite found out secretly that her pack wants a family and knew they'll breed her, but doesn't know that she recently got off of induced heat suppressants and birth control pills.

It was a day after her heat was over to do tests...they got her pregnant after last night, Eva was blushing madly as the Team grins down at her rosy cheeks and reddened face when she found what they've left on her body to how they somehow got her pregnant that quick. Dick was carrying her in his arms after she couldn't move from the nest and let Wally know that their omega was sore. Artemis takes Eva and puts her on her lap, purring softly in order to comfort the omega.

"We're not slacking little girl...we took turns and gave you what we got. You didn't realize that there's three apex primes in this pack with three pure alphas and one true beta. Next time you sweet fecund omega, you should never underestimate us and this won't happen to you." Opal lectured her.

"I get that Opal, but why y'all have to gang up on me like that last week?!! I can't stand straight and move normal anymore!" Wally busted out laughing hard with Dick and they fist-bumped each other in response.

"But I'll be surprised you're still wonderfully tight after we've been splitting you in half, fucking you in any way necessary, and opening you wide to take us down your tiny little throat." the half-Anodite turned redder than ever and gave the Team a horrified look. "Don't act scared Eva, we still got more left and I think we should appreciate you carrying our pups."

What a pleasing yet sore way to start the morning after a heat indeed.

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💀 Riven, Specialist 💀

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And finally, last up for the boys is Riven! Honestly glad that I got to do the guys’ looks since they deserve to have the attention and be as fleshed out as the girls, and it was a fun challenge trying to come up with their individual styles more(since they deserve to have fun and variance in their outfits too)! These will probably be the last of the redesign posts for now as I have some other projects to focus on(one being finishing up the rest of the NG AU bios), but I do want to make more of these in the future, with possibly doing the powered-up forms, other characters’ fashion/redesigns, or doing different outfit styles(like formal attire)/makeup/piercing and tattoos/etc for the characters I’ve done already. When the time comes for that, I’ll make a poll to see what you guys would be more interested in.

Focusing back on Riven’s post here, the main inspiration for his was just cranking up his bad boy style even more. The most difficult thing to figure out was the hair, since I could never find a reference that had both the hairstyle and hair color I had in mind for him for his redesign, but I eventually found something that kind of works with what I was going for with him. But, I hope you enjoy!

More details about his looks can be found under the ‘readmore’!

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- For Riven’s physical appearance, I imagine him to be about average height, similar in height as Sky with more of a lean but still muscular build. Skin tone is still rosy but is a bit more tanned, with his eyes still being a purple color. Changed his hair to more of a ‘smoothed-down’ style(not quite like the reference picture) while also giving it an undercut, with it still being the dark, magenta-ish color as in canon. For extra physical details, I wanted to give him a few piercings to make his style more ‘edgy’. These would include an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing(either just one or two/snakebites), and multiple ear piercings.

- For his color scheme, his wiki said most of his clothing is in dark shades so I wanted to keep that aspect and make it more prominent, so he can stand out more compared to the other guys. Mostly wears a lot of black and dark grays, with white and silver being accents. Also wears dark blue, mainly for jeans, and darker reds and maroons at times too, but mainly for undershirts. Like already mentioned I made his style be more ‘edgy/bad boy’ in aesthetic, keeping with canon a bit where he prefers sleeveless shirts to showcase his physique more.

- For accessories, he wouldn’t be as focused on them but he does wear a few that help add to his more punkish look. Most of them are either studded or spiky belts or bracelets, but does have couple of chains to attach to his belts and chain necklaces. The main accessory I gave him here was some leather strap bracelets, since a few of his canon outfits had cuff bracelets and I wanted to keep that look for him, but updated them to match more with the style I gave him.

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