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piracytheorist · 2 years ago

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Episode 35 screaming notes!

So what if I'm emotional over a fictional, fake family spending one day of vacations together?

I love Twilight's comment about how he's glad the SSS is looking out for the bombing threat (and we know it's in vain), but it still puts him on edge to be stared at like this. He trusts them to protect civilian life (and Ostania's pride and joy of a ship) but he doesn't trust trust them, you get what I mean?

We shan't forget. The one thing this man can't pretend to be is someone who is having genuine fun and we'll drag his ass about it and then cry because this is a direct result of his traumatic childhood

Loid blushing when he spots Yor is so precious. I think it might be him blushing half because she saw his dorky skipping and half because… well. He might be falling in love :)

He notices the swelling on Yor's face, but I think he wouldn't even suspect her at this point. He sounded mostly worried about her.

And of course, Anya wasn't plaguing her with questions because she knows all, but it's funny that neither went like "Isn't our super curious five six-year-old going to ask where this bruise and swelling is from?"

SCREAMS

The following montage was absolutely adorable, and the insert song just made it even cuter. I love how it was Anya who lead them to each activity; neither Loid nor Yor had to drag her around anywhere, their attention was on her and on what she wanted. They even explored a cave! She was their priority, she truly must have had an amazing time and this is such a sweet way to end this cruise!

I mean, look. One of the ways Twilight learns how to parent is by fearing 24/7 that his daughter may fall. Very normal things.

Maybe it's because I'm the youngest child, so whenever we were out as a family and I asked to do something my parents would usually decline, because they had two more kids to look after and a place to go, but I have a lot of appreciation for the Forgers going around the resort and stopping to do whatever and anything Anya asked to do.

Very normal man who is definitely not an elite-trained spy trying to fit in. Normal things.

And like. Okay. Yor looking at Anya with such a soft face as Anya is having pure unrestrained fun is one thing.

BUT THEN THEY HIT US WITH THIS???

OH MY GOD. MY GOD. THIS MAN IS IN LOVE AND HE HAS NO FUCKING CLUE.

Like, for real. I can't stop looking at this. It's just his eyes but there's so much longing and yearning in them and also some sadness because deep down he thinks that what he wants is something he'll never get but this is really deep because it'll take him about three to five business years to accept he's grown feelings.

Like. It's not just "growing feelings" anymore. You don't look at someone like THIS when you're just "warming up" to them. He'd grown so accustomed to life with the Forgers that after Yor was away - though in the very same ship as them - for a couple of days he went all yearning looks and doe-y eyes at her when he met with her again. He's in LOVE.

I am so excited to see how their dynamic will develop from now on! It's gone on an entirely new page!

Anyway. I love how Yor went like "Oh they might see the wound on my chest" for the snorkeling but when she saw they could wear wetsuits she went like oh that's okay then and DIDN'T WORRY AT ALL ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE'D GET SALTWATER ON HER WOUNDS. THIS WOMAN EATS HOT COALS FOR BREAKFAST AND WHITE HOT IRONS FOR LUNCH.

I mean, I'm guessing she is a fast healer and her wounds are not openly bleeding anymore but still. Hardcore.

And of course she'd beat the shit out of sharks. It's funny seeing the trio try to come up with excuses now but I think it's going to be a different type of good post-reveal, cause they'll be like "I have nothing to hide" and act on their abilities without a single moment of hesitation. Imagine Yor beating up sharks and Loid and Anya looking at her with heart eyes.

Aw, but look at them snorkeling. It's Yor who is holding Anya. I wonder what Yor's thinking is on that since she thinks that Loid is Anya's biological father and has been longer in her life. I doubt she thinks anything bad about Loid, but it is something that would make someone wonder.

I was so impressed by everything in the episode up until that point that I completely missed what the dialogue there was XD I only had more thoughts after I rewatched it.

Anya is having fun looking at the colourful fish. Yor has hunting in mind. Loid is… not impressed XD

Though very light, this could be a reflection of their characters. Anya is a child full of curiosity for the world, easily impressed by new stuff; she loved the aquarium, and she loved seeing new fish from up close.

Yor's encounters with animals were either for hunting (for food) or with guard dogs from people she was sent to kill. She understands the concept of pet animals, of course, but it seems to be a "secret third option", as tumblr would say. Her first instincts are either hunting or fighting, and since those fish were too small to be any threat (I mean, she's confident about fighting sharks), her mind went to food.

And then you have Loid. His wide knowledge of the world has rendered him almost incapable of getting impressed. There's nothing new for him to learn in anything… except for child rearing, of course. And maybe human connection. And so, he seems to be looking at those two in the last shot.

Just like Gram, Anya gets thrown around by a professional, super strong assassin and she just goes like "Again!" And Loid doesn't even make a comment about Yor pushing Anya too strong. He really took to heart and meant it when he told Yor that her being strong is one of the things that make her an amazing mother.

AND THEN THAT SCENE

I had guessed right, as Yor had indeed not rested at all for the entire three days of the cruise and had a long and intense fight the night before. AND THUS FANSERVICE HAPPENS <3 <3 <3

DON'T MIND IF I DO <3

ENDO KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING <3

No but seriously, there's a lot to love about this moment. Apart from how cute it is, Twilight at first only seems annoyed by how this attracts attention to them. He was already alert from how the SSS was looking at everyone, this would only add to his uneasiness.

But it doesn't take long for him to find an excuse for his wife. Blaming all her exhaustion on her work, being thankful for her going along with everything Anya asked to do, and smiling at her!! Bruh!! And he STILL can't see it, this man is such a good liar he can even lie to himself!!

Seriously the way Eguchi delivered those lines? Superb <3

AND THEN THE FAMILY THEME PLAYED AND I WAS LOSING MY MIND.

They didn't have to go so hard T_T It was a relaxing (and quite prolonged!) chapter to wrap up the cruise arc, but it was wonderful T_T

Even the Handler is up to him, though. Fullmetal Lady won't fall for his emotionally constipated bullshit.

AND I THOUGHT IT COULDN'T GET ANY CUTER!

She even drew the family in their colours! Yor in red, herself in pink, and Loid in a muted green! I can see Yor holding one of her stilettos, but what is the other thing? A rose? I don't think I can tell what Anya is doing in the drawing, but Loid looks like he's holding a bomb? Or a surfboard?

AAAAAHHH It was wonderful!! T_T

The parts with Yor and her coworkers and Yuri and Lieutenant Guy were actually added by the anime! I feel Yor about the gifts. I'm so bad at gifts you have no idea. And Yuri is on another level, he doesn't stop talking about his sister and he tells Lieutenant Guy "Are you psychic or something" and he's like "Sure sure". And this being this kind of show I was like "MAYBE???" but yeah no he was just messing with Yuri XD

Hey psst. You know what will look even more convincing? If you both slept on those pillows 👀👀 next to each other 👀👀

I was cringing so hard at the scene in the school! Anya! We love you as you are, you don't need to go embarrass yourself!

It was interesting, though, to see that Damian stayed out of it all. It's proof that he can mind his business and keep his opinion to himself. I hope he learns to do that more often.

Becky continues being best friend material <3 Anya is so lucky for real

It's been less than a week

It's so funny to me that the anime added the detail that it was Loid who picked the snacks for Yuri. I wonder how quickly Yuri would spit them out upon learning that XD

My mans tired. I felt kinda sad for him ngl XD

Okay, this was hilarious. His paternal instincts are starting to kick in to the point where he imagines teaching Anya the proper methods of deception. It was also funny that as Yuri was imagining his speech, I went like "Uhm you lie to your sister no?" and before I got to finish that thought, the excuses kicked in.

And Anya is starting to learn that actions have consequences.

This isn't what she manipulated two enemies of the state into adopting her for.

TWO EPISODES LEFT T_T I might have to pick up making crack recaps again for however long the next hiatus will last :'D

#Spy x Family #sxf spoilers #sxf reaction

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thelreads · 1 year ago

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Imagine if Anya gets kidnapped by project apple

Her family would obviously be super worried about her (although they do have ways to get her back)

Of course Anya being kidnapped would be bad for Operation strix. So twilight and wise plan to infiltrate the place they've located Anya.

Meanwhile uncle Yuri does totally obviously not care about the stupid Chihuahua girl but because he knows yor does. He can't stand seeing her upset and is doing all in his power to investigate the kidnapping (not knowing project apple is probably connected to the sss somehow)

Then twilight and probably nightfall infiltrate the lab and it all goes smoothly until they hear an alarm. And suddenly mama bear thorn princess breaks through a metal door, covered in blood and fuming with rage

Twilight and nightfall being like what the fuck-

I would like to see the family getting together to kick ass. Franky can be there with his gadgets as well, and if we play our cards right even the Handler would be there, giving support. Probably dressed as a nurse again.

#theLreads #inbetween #SPY aftertalks #SXFC96 #ask

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confused-bi-queer · 3 years ago

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Hello, everyone!! I’m back!!

I’m going to share something personal now, so the SSS is below. I’ve been hating myself lately, mostly because of my shitty habits of eating garbage but also because of my writing. I’ve been feeling like I should stop writing and give up because there are 1736373 stories better that mines and people who’d write them better than me. So, that’s why I’ve been absent, trying to not listen to my own head and trying to get out of that hole. I am SO good right now, so no need to worry (I’m keeping good habits now!)

BUT, god, there’s another story coming. I started writing like 10 years ago, mostly stories super exaggerated about my own life and issues and myself trying to cope with my insecurities and my unheard wishes. But on 2018 I had like this huge ass writer block due to a heartbreak. For the first time ever I couldn’t write, it felt so wrong because I was always writing. Then on 2020, I took advantage of the pandemic and forced myself into writing something that wasn’t sad or about my own life, (and I did! I have OCs and all) but I still couldn’t help writing about my ex because he was all I wrote about back then. AND THEN THIS THURSDAY, I found a note I had written on 2020 that was saved on iCloud, and my first thought was that it’d be cringe because it was about this guy BUT FUCKING HELL, IT WAS NOT. IT WAS FUCKING MIND-BLOWING. I was so SURPRISED when I read that because back then I was feeling like shit and had no desire or energy to write and I still wrote a hell of a story. If that didn’t inspire me, nothing else would.

And it did. It inspired the hell out of me and made me remember that every single second, I get better. And this is for everyone who feels like their writing is shit and that they should give up because no one will read them, IT IS NOT TRUE. Whatever bad thoughts you have about yourself, your worth, abilities, writing or art, it is not true. You will get better by the second and you’ll keep on learning and someone will like what you do (even if it’s yourself 2 years from now). You are not a shit artist.

So, I managed to write because I COULD NOT WRITE AFTER THAT. I also forgot what the thrill of writing was: for my enjoyment. I do write to publish them, but it’s been feeling like an obligation rather than a hobbie and it didn’t feel good this last week and a half. So, I remembered that writing is for me, because I want to and I enjoy and love it!

So, I’m back on my Simon Hanahaki AU for the angst and because me from years ago was so strong and talented, I admire her for that and I owe her to believe in myself.

“Crowley, Snow, what is wrong with you?”

This time when he coughs, I genuinely consider the sound being a growl since it wouldn’t pass him to communicate through animal noises since he already does it. But it’s not a growl. And it’s not another regular cough. I wish it was more screaming or hurtful accusations. Anything but this.

When he coughs on his hand, a few petals fall from his mouth.

“No,” I hear myself saying.

I take a step back.

“Baz?”

“No, no , no.”

I shake my head and head out of our room, hoping that will make this fake. This is all a dream. It must be. It has to be.

“Baz, where are you going?”

I brush my hands through my hair and resist the urge to pull it the same way Snow does.

It’s the closest you will ever get to him from now on.

“No.”

I leave the room and punch a hole in the closest wall on my way down the stairs. When I hear Snow trailing behind me, there’s no wall that seems more deserving of a punch than him. And there’s no Anathema out here to protect him.

Ah, yes, Baz not knowing how to deal with his emotions and therefore hitting the love of his life❤️

Now tagging: @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @artsyunderstudy @wellbelesbian @qyx @takitalks @martsonmars @castawaypitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @yellobb @moodandmist @palimpsessed @urban-sith @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @ionlydrinkhotwater @johnwgrey @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @fatalfangirl @forabeatofadrum @letraspal @facewithoutheart @foolofabookwyrm-activated @captain-aralias @bookish-bogwitch @nightimedreamersworld @underworld-capcakes @samalander01 @dragoneggo @sillyunicorn @angelsfalling16 @annabellelux @ic3-que3n @whatevertheweather @bazzybelle @tea-brigade @aristocratic-otter

#simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #carry-on #baz x simon #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch

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storiesofsvu · 4 years ago

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The First

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader a piece of the SSS the early years. Warnings: talks of ptsd/nightmares and that kinda bs, some talk of SVU related shit. Also….she long…like over 5000 words… #sorrynotsorry…..

Rita’s phone buzzed on her desk and she nearly rolled her eyes at the movement as she picked it up, not recognizing the number as she slid the message open.

‘Hey, stole your number from Mom. It’s Y/n. I had to testify in a Brooklyn case and I happen to have an extra coffee if you’re at the D.A’s office?’

She smiled at the sentiment. She’d been toying with your business card for nearly a week since you’d given it to her at Liz’s place, she’d simply been so wound up in her head that she wasn’t sure if reaching out to someone “new” was a good idea right now. Work surprisingly hadn’t been dragging her down, but her head was in a fog as she started to try and figure out what the right next move in her life and career path was. She hummed for a moment as she thought about her reply, it wasn’t like she had much to do right now, Rafael could tell something was off and was taking the higher work load of cases as they came in.

‘I am. Sixth floor, office 208. That coffee better have hazelnut creamer in it.’ She added a wink emoji to make sure you didn’t think it was a snarky remark, clicking a few more buttons to save your number in her phone.

‘Fuck! I thought you were vanilla?! I could’ve sworn that’s what we kept in the Hampton’s house for you?’

‘Vanilla is my back up option, I guess I must’ve graduated to hazelnut a couple of years ago.’

She almost began to worry at your lack of reply, hoping that you weren’t headed back to the coffee shop to swap it out, but it was only a moment later there was a brief knock on her office door before you pushed it open.

“Sorry.” You winced as you entered the room, crossing to her desk and placing the coffee down, “I guess I should’ve asked beforehand.”

“You’re bringing me caffeine in the middle of the day, I’m never not going to thank you.”

“Noted.” You smiled, dropping down into one of the chairs, “and I’ll remember the hazelnut for next time.”

“Were you really just in the neighbourhood?” She cocked a brow over a sip of coffee.

“Yeah.” You gestured down to your more professional than normal attire, “though…I did want to check in…”

“About?”

“Hamptons?” You replied, taking a swig of your drink, “and I’m not just asking because Liz insisted, you really are more than welcome to come join us, it’d be nice to catch up.”

“You know…it is slightly strange hearing you refer to your Mother by her first name.” Rita commented and you snorted.

“It comes with the job.” You shrugged, “another reason I don’t use her last name. Separates us, makes everyone know there’s no special treatment going on, besides, she was the one insisting I don’t use the Donnelly name for my safety growing up. I mean…would you want your kids out there using the Calhoun name while you’re on the wrong side of some of the perps?”

Rita barked out a laugh at your words, nearly doubling over over her desk before she glanced up at you,

“Kids? Seriously? Me? With kids?!”

“I dunno.” You laughed with a shrug, “it’s been a while, I mean you were a decent enough baby sitter…”

“I nearly burnt down that beach house three times…and your Mother will never let me hear the end of it.”

“That lasagna was disastrous.” You teased with a smirk, “but I mean, you don’t have to do the cooking? Your partner could easily handle that.”

“Crotch goblins are not up my alley, believe me.” She assured you and it was your turn to bark out a laugh.

“Jesus.” You laughed, “you sound like my Mom.”

“Has she called you that?!” Rita’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise.

“No!” You laughed again, “just…I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t exist if she hadn’t been roped into marrying my Dad. She never wanted kids, I mean, don’t get me wrong, she loves me and is super happy I exist…most days…but…she’s more than aware that the Donnelly name is dying with her.” You took another swig of coffee, “anyways! I’ve gotta get back to the precinct soon, but…Hamptons?” You raised a brow in her direction, “trust me…it’ll be a bit of a chaotic mess, but a ton of fun. Mom said you needed a break? Vacation or something?”

“Work has me all of three days away from burnout.” She admitted and you frowned.

“Then you should definitely come. I mean…I can’t promise a long weekend free of legal talk considering there’s two cops and four lawyers, but…it’s something?”

“Your partner’s fiancée’s a lawyer too?”

“Yeah.” You laughed, “how did you think they met?” You grinned, “super cute too. Denise is defence, she subpoena’d Ayanna to testify on a case and they just couldn’t get enough of each other.”

“That doesn’t get in the way of the job?”

“Nah. They make it work. They don’t take a lot of the same cases, but like, I guess….love prevails all and some shit?” You joked, groaning as your phone started to vibrate with a message, “fuck, duty calls.” You stood from her desk, “so?” Rita smiled softly,

“I will pack a bag and be prepared for the chaos.”

“Perfect.” You grinned, “if I remember correctly you don’t drive? Or has that changed too?”

“Car services are wonderful things.”

“Alright. Well, now that you have my number….text me your address and what time you’ll be done Friday and I’ll pick you up?”

“Sounds great.”

Rita shot you one last smile as you turned, leaving her office before the door swung shut behind you. She couldn’t deny the confusion in her brain right now, the slight fluttering within her body that she couldn’t quite get a grasp on yet. She’d always liked you, even when you were six and drawing on the walls, you were spunky, she said yes to babysitting you because you always had a glimmer in your eye, an adventure that you needed her help to complete. Over the years you’d obviously grown up, made a name for yourself, but that spunk and chaos was still there, the glimmer in your eye had never faded, and she was curious what kind of trouble you currently got into considering you were an NYPD detective. She tried to put that thought aside for the rest of the afternoon as she focussed on work until the weekend rolled around.

While you left the office you didn’t think too much of it, Rita had always been someone who was part of your life. Sure, it had started out with a considerable age gap, but eight years was substantial when you were nine and she was seventeen. But now, in your thirties? It barely meant shit. You realized just how attractive she was, and, you were on the same page about kids without actually having to really talk about it….stop…you were getting way too far ahead of yourself.

Rita was just coming to the Hamptons get out of a bad spot, a rough couple of weeks. No matter how cute you thought she was, you would respect boundaries and make sure that this long weekend was exactly what she needed.

Rita was happily surprised when you actually showed up outside her apartment door rather than just texting that you were there, greeting her with an excited smile and helping her with her bag as you lead her to the car. You told her not to mind Alex being in the backseat, she was still working through a couple of cases that were coming up and figured she’d use the ride to finish up what she needed. Though that didn’t mean that the trip wasn’t filled with sass and a hint of chaos, Alex requesting specific songs and playlists the entire time, claiming certain ones were giving her bad vibes for her work. You simply rolled your eyes, but skipped whatever she didn’t want.

You explained that Casey was stuck in court later than intended and would be meeting you out there later, and obviously Ayanna and Denise would be driving out themselves. The car ride was filled with lots of laughter, sass and genuine relaxation, even with Alex spouting random legal knowledge or questions pertaining to the case every so often.

By the time you’d reached the house in the Hamptons everyone was relaxed, happy, laughing and ready for a weekend away from the city and away from work, thankful for the extra couple of days you’d each managed to get off. You did a brief tour to Rita, reminding her where things were, and showing her what room she’d be staying in, dropping you own bags in yours. You were barely begun a half flirtatious conversation when Alex’s voice echoed up the stairs,

“Y/N! There’s no fucking booze here!” You rolled your eyes, gesturing to Rita to follow you back downstairs as you moved through the house.

“Lex!” You called back to her, “my Dad’s been retired to Florida for five years…..and I love how you completely glossed over the fact that there’s also no food in the house. I figured once Ayanna got here we’d hit the shops, she wasn’t too far behind us.”

“But I wanted a drink now.” She pouted and you laughed, reaching into a not used cupboard, retrieving a very old wine cooler.

“This is your only option.”

Surprisingly, but reluctantly, Alex took the wine cooler, chugging it back before two more of your party made it to the beach house. You made a couple of runs, everyone splitting off to make sure you grabbed everything you’d need for the weekend that you didn’t bring with you. You left Alex and Rita in charge of the liquor, knowing they’d come back with the highest class and variety of wine, liquors and beers while you, Ayanna and Denise hit up the grocery store considering you’d be doing most of the cooking. Though you had sent a text to Casey letting her know that she should pick up pizzas at you faved local place on the way in.

Your first night was filled with relaxation, pizza and drinks as you indulged in a marathon of 90’s comedies, sprawled across the couches and chairs in the living room. Everyone was having a good time and not worried about work for once and it really was something that all of you needed. One by one you started to tidy up the place before retiring to their appropriate rooms for a well deserved sleep.

You weren’t totally surprised when you got up the next morning to find Rita out on the back porch, watching the waves crash against the beach with a cup of coffee. You settled in beside her with not much more than a quiet ‘morning’ as you sipped at your own mug. It was only after there was some commotion inside from the others that she finally spoke.

“You know…I forgot how peaceful it is out here.”

“When was the last time you were here?” You asked softly.

“God….probably…Harvard graduation?” Rita nearly laughed.

“That was years ago! Jesus! You that busy with work?” She let out a soft sigh, her eyes focussed on the horizon.

“After Mom died I guess it felt kinda strange coming out here? I own the house now but…with both of them gone? Why bother really?”

“I’m so sorry.” You gently reached over, squeezing at her hand and she squeezed it back, glancing up at you.

“You don’t need to be, but thank you.” She took another sip of coffee and you felt your pulse begin to race at the fact that she hadn’t dropped your hand, “I guess it felt weird to be here without you or your Mom or cousins around.”

“All you had to do was ask.” You smiled warmly at her and she returned it. Suddenly the door to the porch flew open and you dropped each other’s hands, looking up at Alex.

“Casey says breakfast is ready and then she wants to go surfing. But I’m voting for the yacht.” She half pouted. You both laughed, following Alex back inside, reminding her that the yacht had been relocated down to Florida with your dad before you indulged in your meal.

You managed to balance the rest of the day between all of you, Casey and Denise wanted to surf, you and Ayanna enjoyed the water while Alex and Rita became the beach bums. They laid out blankets for everyone and stashed the booze in soda bottles as they relaxed under the sun (and Alex reminded everyone how important sunscreen was). Rita practically couldn’t tear her eyes off of you as you frolicked around in a bikini, laughing with your friends. She wasn’t quite sure when this attraction began, but at this point, she definitely couldn’t deny it. Every so often your gaze would turn back to the two of them, as if you could feel her eyes on you, shooting them a wicked grin, or trying to convince them to join you. Alex warned Rita of the dangers going anywhere near the water when you and Casey were involved, smirking as she watched the other woman’s eyes graze over your body as you were yelling back to them.

They both vehemently declined, knowing that the spark in your eye was matching the one in Casey’s for chaos reasons. It didn’t take long for them to fall into a comfortable conversation, both being sex crimes prosecutors it was easy to start off with work topics before they slipped into more personal things. Despite having not crossed paths much in the professional field, they had met years ago through you and Liz, and had a lot of similar life experience. Halfway through the afternoon Alex commented on how happy she was that Rita was there, how nice it was to have someone around to talk to instead of just being left on her own while the rest of you played, and that she hoped Rita would end up joining in on future trips too.

The rest of the day sped by smoothly, you and Ayanna whipped up a magnificent dinner for everyone, while Alex stayed on top of making sure everyone’s wine glasses were regularly refilled. There were a few rounds of different card games played, a large and very fiery debate of whether pineapple belonged on pizza or not (you, Casey and Denise sided for yes against Rita, Alex and Ayanna’s hard no) and a few movies were watched until people started peeling off to head to bed.

Rita wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest as she came back to reality and realized it had been another nightmare. Not wanting to close her eyes and have her brain take her right back to where she’d been, she pushed up to sitting, rubbing at her eyes as she let out a shaky sigh. She understood the nightmares right after it happened, but hated that they were coming back now that she was burnt out and drained, though she was sure seeing Chip hadn’t helped. Figuring it couldn’t hurt, she slipped from her room, heading downstairs to get a glass of water, when she entered the kitchen she noticed that the back door was open. Moving to close it, a suspicious smell wafted through the screen and she noticed you sitting on the wicker couch, staring out to the ocean. Your eyes darted up to your intruder as Rita pushed the door open, stepping out onto the porch, raising a brow in your direction.

“Don’t tell my Mom.” You muttered, glancing toward the joint.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She replied, sitting next to you on the bench as you offered it to her, she took a drag of it before passing it back to you, “how does a cop exactly go about buying weed?”

“Swiped it from evidence.” You admitted with a small laugh, “been having a bit of trouble sleeping recently, figured it would help.”

“Everything alright?” Rita asked softly, taking the joint from you again.

“Yeah.” You let out a sigh, “last case was a hard one. Found a dirty cop, the sex ring we busted had a couple of girls who were barely thirteen already hooked on heroin selling their bodies and getting abused. It was rough convincing them into testifying, I dunno how you guys do it, sex crimes seems like an untameable monster.”

“Tell me about it.” She huffed, passing the joint back to you as you took another hit.

“That why you’re up? Stressed about what you’re doing next?” You asked, offering the joint back to her once more, after she took a hefty hit you stubbed it out in the ashtray to save for later. “Mom said you wanted out?”

“Yeah.” She hummed as the breeze from the ocean filled the air, “it’s just too much day in and day out, dealing with live victims is way harder than I would like to be dealing with.”

“You think homicide would be better?” You mused, the arm that had been supporting your head on the back of the couch dropped down straight, coming to rest at the base of her neck.

“There’s no openings. The only slot available right now is a junior attorney position in narcotics.”

“Ooo don’t do that. Way too dangerous.”

“That’s what your Mom said.” Rita laughed and you grinned.

“You’ll figure something out, I know you will. And none of us are going to think you’re evil or the bad guy if you swap to defence.” As the weed started to sink in, your hand absentmindedly shifted to play with the roots of Rita’s hair, tickling at her skin ever so softly.

“I thank you for that. I know there are some dick ass defence attorney’s out there, but they’re not all bad.”

“Not at all. Casey hangs out with Sophie all the time, and Langan’s a pretty decent guy. I’m sure if I was straight my Mom would’ve not so subtly shoved me in that direction.” Rita snorted, “what?”

“You saying Langan’s your type?” She teased and you laughed,

“I said if I was straight.” You prodded at her arm with your free hand, “Mom just wants the best for me, I guess. I mean, after living through a crappy marriage herself she just doesn’t want me to settle unless it’s meant to be.”

“You think that exists?” She asked quietly and you hummed, your gaze redirecting out to the beach.

“Yeah. I really do.” You cast her a soft smile, “I think there’s someone out there for everyone, it just takes longer to discover them in some cases. Life has a funny way of leading us to the people we love, sometimes it turns out they’ve been sitting right under our nose the entire time and we had no idea.”

You had no intention with your choice of words, the weed was just helping them tumble out of your mouth. It was like those late night conversations as parties died down back in college, the philosophical life talks when you weren’t anywhere near your right mind but somehow everything made perfect sense. You sometimes missed those nights, and that was why you loved weekends in the Hamptons with this crew so much, it brought back a sense of youth, the days you weren’t quite literally responsible for citizens of New York City, it had a sense of freedom that you lacked in your every day lives.

“I never thought about it that way.” Rita murmured in reply, “I guess I just figured I’d end up a cat lady who was married to the job.” You snorted.

“You need to stop hanging out with Rafael so much. There’s more to life than work.”

“I think I definitely need to be reminded of that.”

“I take it you’re not seeing anyone then?”

“No. It’s been….incredibly hard finding someone who understands my job, and after…everything…I find myself unable to really trust a lot of people.”

“I can imagine.” You murmured, “Casey was telling me about one of her cases the other week, how the perp had been married for twenty years, his wife could never believe the horrible things he’d done, by the end of the trial she was a fucking wreck.”

“It’s exhausting.” Rita’s eyes fluttered shut briefly as she tried to wash away the thoughts of returning to work after the week was up. “Which is why I wanted to thank you.”

“Hmm?” You turned your gaze back to her, your hand still softly tickling at her hair.

“For ensuring that I came this weekend.”

“Of course.” You insisted, “you’re always invited.”

“Thank you. It really has been an incredible break from everything, some time to reflect, and just the company I needed.” She added with a small grin as she glanced your way and you huffed a laugh.

“We are a nice balance of chaos and legal conversation.” You teased, “and I’m sure Alex has loved having someone to hang out on the beach with.”

“She did mention that earlier.”

“You know everything’s gonna work out, right?”

“What?” She raised a brow in confusion over the change of subject, wondering if she’d missed something.

“With work.” You assured her, “I know it feels like the world is crashing down a bit right now, but I also know you’ll figure it out. Inside that pretty little head of yours is a very smart brain who will know exactly what your life path is, the universe will definitely help guide you the right way.”

“You always get this woo-woo when you smoke?” She teased and you scoffed.

“And here I was thinking I was giving you proper encouragement.”

Rita laughed, her hand moving to squeeze at your knee softly, “I appreciate it. I really do. And I want you to know how proud I am to see you moving through the ranks, you’re really making a name for yourself.”

“Thank you.” You felt your cheeks heat as you ducked your gaze from her.

“Oh now she’s playing the shy card?” She teased, her finger curling under your chin to raise it and you felt your breath catch in your throat at the gesture.

“I…it…means a lot…coming from you.”

“Really?” Her brow furrowed for a moment.

“I mean…I always looked up to you. My Mom always raved about you, you were like…the daughter she wished she had.”

“Oh don’t say that…” Rita’s head titled in sympathy.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way.” You shrugged, “just…you’re part of the Upper East Side team, you go to all the galas and events and make it look like a breeze, you went to law school like she wanted me to, and you kick literal ass in court…God, you really would make a bad ass defence attorney…”

“Thank you.” She mused and you sighed softly. She watched carefully as you appeared to get lost in your thoughts, your lip tugged into your teeth as your eyes swept over the beach, watching the waves crash against the sand.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

You turned to her, your head titled, “feel free to say no, I won’t be offended or anything…”

“Okay…” she laughed.

“Can I kiss you?”

For the briefest second Rita’s eyes widened with surprise, she’d been expecting a question related to work, or having something to do with your Mom, not you asking for explicit consent before making a move. It was bold. But it was also incredibly respectful. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a single time that anyone had ever actually asked in the past and she couldn’t think of one. It made her feel suddenly much stronger toward you, knowing that you would probably extend that attitude into everything, never convincing her into something that she may not be interested in. It was the sheer fact that you were more interested in making sure she felt safe, and that the action was welcomed that made her want it even more.

“Yes…” she breathed out, not missing the smile that crept onto your cheeks in return.

The hand you had playing with her hair slid to her cheek, cupping it incredibly tenderly as you closed the space between the two of you. You could feel your heart thundering in your chest, nearly nervous about it, and Rita would admit she felt the same, her pulse skyrocketing as you got closer. There was something that made it feel like it was your very first kiss, like you were an anxious kid who had a crush that they thought would be the end of the world if you didn’t get a kiss.

The moment your lips touched it was like the entire rest of the world melted away, absolutely nothing else mattered. It was soft, nearly hesitant as your hands settled on each other’s bodies, getting comfortable, making sure the other person was okay with everything. Your lips moved with an easy grace, a dance that you felt like you’d always known but never gotten to perform before, like this was exactly where you were meant to be. Your tongue slid across Rita’s lips gently and she eagerly opened them, accepting you into her mouth. Her arm wound around you, pulling you practically into her lap and you laughed into the kiss as you nearly toppled off the couch before your legs settled around her hips. Your hands came up to cup her cheeks, thumbs stroking soothingly at her skin, sighing softly against her lips as her tongue began to explore your mouth.

By the time you had to come up for air you were both nearly breathless, your little make out session leaving your skin flushed, hair slightly out of place, but shy smiles on both of your cheeks. You leant down, leaving a tender kiss on her lips before you spoke,

“How would you feel about going to dinner tomorrow? Just the two of us?”

“You asking me out on a date detective?” She teased with a quiet laugh.

“I most definitely am Counsellor.” You smirked and she leant up to capture you in another kiss.

“I’d love to.”

“Perfect.” You leant to kiss her again, only a clunk from inside the house pulling your attention to the door as a light was flicked on and you huffed, scrambling off Rita’s lap just in time before the door swung open.

“You’re out here!” Casey sighed heavily, “please tell me you brought edibles?”

“Technically no, but would I ever let you down?” You asked, reaching for the abandoned joint and holding it up for her.

“Oh thank fucking god.” She crossed the porch, settling into a chair across from you and Rita.

“Nightmare?” You asked.

“Yeah.” She huffed, lighting the joint and taking a pull of it.

“Which one?” You asked quietly, accepting the joint from her.

“Office attack.”

“You okay?”

“Just shaky…this should help.”

“You wanna sleep in my bed?” You offered, knowing Casey slept better when there was someone with her.

“I think I’ll be okay, but thank you.”

“You wanna talk about it?” Rita asked softly and Casey sighed.

“I think it’s just being back at the D.A’s office full time. I mean, I’m not in the same office so that helps, but the case I just wrapped my second chair was in my old office, so I spent way too much time in there, including late at night…”

“Security’s a world better than it was seven years ago.” You assured her, “Mom fought like hell for it after that happened.”

“Really?” Casey’s head shot up to you and you nodded, “she…never told me that…”

“Just because she thinks your chaotic as all hell doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

It was only a moment, the joint having been passed around once more between the three of you, before the door opened once again, revealing Alex.

“Ah…so we’re all cursed with the trauma of not being able to sleep thanks to ptsd from our jobs. Wonderful.”

“You okay?” You asked and she huffed, swiping the joint from Casey.

“Yeah.” She dropped down into the chair beside the redhead, “it’s just too fucking quiet out here, reminds me of Wisconsin, which….brings up bad thoughts.” She took a hit of the joint, passing it over to Rita as her eyes fell on you, “this from evidence? This is good shit.”

“Supplier’s still out there and the dealer got off with a slap on the wrist.”

“So what you’re saying is you still have an in.” She smirked as you passed it back to Casey.

“I have their info, I can pass it along to my cousin if you want more of this weed.”

“Please do.” Alex replied as she took another hit.

“Just don’t tell Ayanna, it was her collar.”

“Yeah, why do those two get the privilege of sleeping through the night? This is bullshit, they have the same jobs as us.” Alex half laughed in return, gesturing towards the house.

“Maybe it’s cause they have each other.” Casey murmured.

“Case…” your head tilted, your voice soft as you addressed her.

“No she’s right.” Rita cut in with a sigh, “it’s like…statistically proven. People in relationships, who feel loved, are happier, their bodies release more endorphins from the physical contact and shit.”

“And happy people don’t kill their husbands.” You and Casey quoted in synch with each other, a small laugh echoing off your lips as you made eye contact and Rita rolled her eyes with a groan.

“God what is it with people and that movie?! It’s horribly inaccurate.” She asked and you laughed,

“It’s top tier comedy.” You prodded at her arm.

“Maybe you should hang out with Rafael more often.”

“Wait, does he like Legally Blonde?” Alex asked, suddenly sitting forward in her chair.

“Yeah.” Rita laughed, taking a puff off the joint before handing it to the blonde, “he’d probably kill me if he knew I told you but he watches it every year when they host the bar exam.”

“Oh my god.” You laughed, “maybe I will start hanging out with him more often, give you a break from his sarcasm and sass.” You teased, resisting the urge to lean in and kiss her quickly, you didn’t need to reveal your potentially new dynamic to Casey and Alex quite yet.

“Oh but life would be so boring without that.” She sassed back with a grin, you laughed, your gaze settling on the beach once more, noticing the slight glow on the horizon. You nudged at Casey with your foot,

“Hey….you lonely asses…come over to this side, watch the sun rise.” You suggested, happily squeezing closer to Rita as Alex and Casey sandwiched the two of you on the couch.

It was still comfortable, but the less personal boundaries diminished as Casey immediately snuggled into your side and you felt free to drop your head onto Rita’s shoulder, feeling the feather light, silent kiss she left on your hair.

“This is really nice.” Alex murmured softly as she let herself fall against Rita’s other side, “thank fuck we came out here this weekend.”

“Yeah.” You replied, “we should have a bonfire tomorrow.”

“You mean today?” Rita teased as the sun started to come over the horizon.

“I mean it’s not like any of us will be asleep anyways.” You shifted your head on here shoulder, looking up at her and she smiled softly back at you, the unspoken words coming through clearly.

“I’m definitely going to need an afternoon nap.” Casey commented.

“Yeah I’m not gonna lie…” Alex cut in, “I really miss sun naps on the yacht.”

“I guess I’ll have to call my driver and get mine over here then.” Rita nearly teased, laughing at the way Alex shot off her shoulder.

“You have one?” She nodded, “this entire time, I could have been on a yacht and you were what, conspiring against me?”

“Oh stop it!” You cut in with a yawn, “and if I remember correctly, you were the one that crashed my dad’s yacht.”

Laughter overtook the porch as the four of you began to fall into a comfortable silence, watching the way the sun cascaded over the ocean and the beach. There was something about that weekend that made you feel like you were exactly where you were meant to be, that life had directed you to this exact moment. Your head shifted, rolling up on Rita’s shoulder to gain her gaze and she smiled down at you, the gleam in her eyes warm and welcoming as yours was. The arm she had across the back of the couch moved up to play with your hair and you knew you’d made the right move in kissing her earlier, that your request for a date would be a wonderful one.

It was only when the sun had fully risen that you guided Casey back into the kitchen, making breakfast for everyone before Ayanna and Denise woke up. The dynamic between all of you settled into an amazing one, and Rita smiled, knowing that this was exactly where she wanted and needed to be, that this group of people would be one that she valued for the rest of her life. She knew it just wasn’t an inkling as you cast her a gaze at the breakfast table, the gleam in your eyes present more than ever. You were excited for the one on one date with her that night, and honestly, she couldn’t wait either.

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existslikepristin · 4 years ago

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Lol, I don't know what's wrong with me. Just fuckin read this.

Thanks to @midnightdancingsol for the thorough editing and @worldsover for the help with the ending because that shit was killing me.

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Purple Kiss, Swan, super sexy words, porn tropes, I really should have written just literally anything else honestly, widdle cotton candy cheekie-weekies going commando

The Cutest Duckling

The design and layout of the room were brutally obvious. White walls, black couch, dark wood desk, floor-length windows with aluminum blinds, and several high-quality cameras hidden from each others’ views with one shitty prop camcorder at the center of the desk.

It was brand-name casting couch bullshit, and therefore exactly what Swan was looking for. She rubbed her palms together deviously before adjusting her cage bra, ensuring maximum cleavage presentation.

The door creaked open and an exhausted middle aged man walked in. Swan sat up, arching her back in the most stereotypically sexy way she could manage. The guy paid absolutely no attention to her, sitting behind the desk and flipping through a small pile of papers. He opened his mouth as if to speak but wound up yawning instead.

Swan took matters into her own sexy, seductive lips. “Hello, Mister Director,” she breathed.

“Hey. Uh…” He didn’t so much as look up. “Swan? I don’t see a surname here.”

Swan shoved her shoulders back. Her tits were massive as far as idol standards went. Surely they could grab the director’s attention. “Oh it’s just Swan, sir. But you can call me whatever you want. Sexy Swan. Slutty Swan. Sss… Swan… Sultry. I’m a barely legal teen with huge melon jugs and a thicc, juicy ass, and I’m willing to do aaanything to become a famous pornsta—”

“Looks like you opted out of condoms. Alright. Uh…” He clicked his tongue a few times.

“What should I call you, sir?” Swan practically whispered, giving the top of his balding head a smoldering, half-lidded stare, just in case he ever looked. “Just ‘Sir?’ Maybe… ‘Daddy?’”

He still didn’t look up. “Oh sorry. Name’s Lee Sungjin.”

Swan dug her nails into her palms and cracked her neck. Why the fuck was it so hard to get laid?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sung. Jin. What a strong name. Will you be the big... sexy man taking advantage of me when we turn on these cameras? I sure hope so.”

“No, that’ll be Ju-Won. He’s getting fluffed right now, but you met him right?”

Finally, she was getting somewhere. She definitely hadn’t met him. “I haven’t, no! How exciting! I looove fucking strangers!”

“Shit. That’s not good. Uh… fluffing can wait. Ju-Won! Get in here!”

The sudden shouting spooked a jump out of Swan, but she quickly recovered. Sungjin’s eyes were lifting. She picked her heels up, making the stilettos look taller. She scooted forward, letting her skirt hike itself up. She puffed her chest out even further, praying that the deep V of her shirt’s neckline would rip in half. “I can fluff him myself! I specialize in... inducing intense lust.”

It was happening. Sungjin was really going to look up. He was going to see Swan in her tightest outfit. It was finally her time!

“Don’t worry about it, he’s gotta be hard when he walks into the r—”

Swan pursed her lips. Was she really so hot that he lost his words? Excellent. She knew her next words. They were rehearsed thoroughly in the mirror. Do you like what you see, baby?

“Oh my god, you are adorable!”

“Fucking dammit!” Swan screamed. Why did this always happen?

“Hey Ju-Won! Get in here! This girl is the cutest!”

Swan leaned forward, pointing a threatening finger at Sungjin. “No! No. Don’t you dare. I will deepthroat your goddamn cock! So far back in my throat!”

The door cracked open and a fully nude, erect man resembling a brick wall in both build and voice walked inside. “Sup boss?”

“Take a look at this chick, Ju-Won! She’s just an absolute button!”

Swan stomped off the couch. “Shut your whore mouth! I am a voluptuous vixen here to coax all the baby batter out of your balls and wear it like a necklace!”

The awkward, mostly one-sided escalation continued. Ju-Won scanned Swan up and down a couple of times. A stupid grin crossed his face. “Woah, you’re super heckin’ cute.”

“Isn’t she though? Hey Swan, how’d you get so cute?”

Swan steepled her fingers in front of her nose and took a long, deep breath. Surely this wasn’t real. This had to be a nightmare. “How about you two fuck me at the same time? Give me a DP.”

“Hey, you know who she reminds me of?” asked Ju-Won, completely ignoring Swan’s proposition for a threesome, “One of those round pink jiggling puffs.”

“Churlish mother fucker!” Swan snatched the camcorder off the desk and snapped the viewfinder off over her knee, then yanked her skirt up, revealing her lack of underwear. The men laughed as if they were watching someone else’s child throwing a small temper tantrum after being refused a toy with their meal. “Both of you! In my asshole! At the same time! Anything!”

A young woman with neon blue hair popped her head through the door, dabbing some saliva away from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief. “Dude, you’re not due to come in here for like five minutes, we gotta keep you… Oh gosh, who is this delightful ball of fluff?!”

Swan lashed out and grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair, pulling her face down into her spilling cleavage. “Is this what you guys want to see? Some lesbo action?!”

“Awww,” Sungjin cooed. “Chohee made a friend!”

Sure enough, the woman’s arms wrapped around Swan in a loving embrace. Swan looked down. Ju-Won’s cock had gone soft. Fury bubbled up inside her. She pushed Chohee away. “Lady… fucking please. Sit on my face. I’ll eat you out fo—”

Chohee pinched Swan’s cheek. “Oooh, I couldn’t sit on this pretty little face! I wanna see these widdle cotton candy cheekie-weekies!”

“Chicanero—oow owowow!” Swan threw all her weight into a haymaker into Ju-Won’s glistening, rock hard abs. Her pillowy arms, however, were not made for violence. She cradled her throbbing wrist tenderly against her fluffy bosom.

“Oh no! Poor baby, do you need a kiss on the boo-boo?” Sungjin came around the desk, looking genuinely concerned.

With big, glistening, tearful eyes, Swan snapped back. “I want you to kiss my boobs!”

Three sets of warm, comforting arms wrapped around Swan from every direction, simultaneously infuriating her and making the pain fade away.

Ju-Won, being so much taller, nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. “It’s okay, honey bear, we’ve got you.”

Swan struggled and elbowed her way out of the group hug. She pouted, but in a totally sexy way and surely not in any way that could be construed as cute. “How about you get your dicks in me… and spit roast me!”

Swan steeled herself for her final resort. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, grit her teeth, and pulled up. Her cage bra didn’t have any fabric except for the “bars,” which all met at gold rings that circled her nipples. It wasn’t made for support. It was made to maximize lewd stares. It was her secret weapon, her big guns. Or in her case, big boobs. It had to be worth an “ooh” or an “aah” or maybe even a little drool!

Instead, it got a round of three “Awww”s.

Swan ripped the shirt the rest of the way off and flung it to the floor. “I’m done with this shit!” she shrieked as she stormed off set, “Someone on the street is going to fuck me and you’re all going to be jealous!”

She slammed the door on the way out, screaming bloody top as every staffer she passed, despite her curvaceous nudity, squealed or cheeped about how adorable of a little duckling she was.

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quickspinner · 3 years ago

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WIP Report 5/30/22

It’s been a while since I did an update on what I’m working on so even though this makes me cringe a little because it’s not super great news, here we go. 😂

Overall, the news is not so great, everything is moving slow. I haven’t been doing WIP Wednesdays and SSS as much because if I do you guys will literally be reading the chapters as their written, only choppy and out of order. I’m just not making enough big chunks of progress to have something to share every week. I’m still recovering from the issue I had in January (long story short, I had a pulmonary embolism that damaged my lungs, and while I should fully recover, it takes time to regenerate lungs and rebuild stamina, so even now months later I get tired out really easily, and the string of colds the kids have brought home haven’t really helped). Add to that summer vacation for the children and my daughter’s ongoing GI issues and all its related doctor’s appointments, I’m just short on time and both physical and emotional energy. I know, I don’t actually have to tell you all this and no one can get mad at me for real life coming first, but I like to keep you guys posted, especially when things slow down as drastically as they have of late.

Anyway, as summertime is beginning it means another set of schedule adjustments for my family, and it remains to be seen whether that will mean more time, less, or about the same.

Indelible - This is still my first priority, and I feel like the end is in sight! At the same time, it’s grown hugely from my original concept so I could very well be wrong about that. I honestly thought it was mostly done when I started posting it but my original draft is probably only a quarter of what ended up being the final story. I hope that, after the chapter I’m currently working on, the next few bits will skip along a bit faster, but I have to look at what’s already written and see what adjustments need to be made based on how the story’s changed so far. But, we’re deep into this thing now and I’m gonna see it through one way or another.

Guard My Heart will be next up on the list because I seriously owe Mal big time for taking so long on it; I should know by now I can’t handle more than one big ongoing story at a time, so I should’ve waited to start Indelible until this one is finished (but again, I thought it was mostly done at the time, I didn’t realize I’d still be posting a year later 😅). I do have a pretty good chunk of the next chapter written, and the one after that, so I hope once I buckle down on it I can make it happen.

The Magic of You is also hanging out there taunting me, but I’m kind of letting it sit for now because I feel like I stopped it at a good place at the time, so I’m not as worried about it. I could have ended the story there and been fine, so the only reason it’s continuing is I still have ideas for it. I don’t mind if it sits for a bit.

Live With It part 2 can’t seem to make up its mind what it wants to be, and it should be so simple to finish, so I expect that one day I will get a random weekend burst of inspiration/motivation to finish it off, and who knows when it will happen. I expect to spend a lot of time in the car this summer so there should be plenty of thinky time.

Beautiful Dreams...sigh. Someday. I don’t know how it always ends up on the bottom of the list because I really love this story and want to finish it, and whenever I go read some of what I have for it I’m like *augh I love this I need to work on it some more* but we’ll get there eventually. This is the one story I would be truly heartbroken not to finish.

So those are the major things I’m working on right now, and I usually don’t let myself get this far in the weeds on published works so I’ve really cut down on my one shots, prompt fics, sprint fics, and everything else in an attempt to dig myself out of this whole. I’m trying to ease up on that a bit; I think it’ll do me and my readers both good to break up these long efforts with some light hearted quick things. But, that’s where things stand for the moment. If you’re curious about a particular work that I didn’t mention here go ahead and drop me an ask!

#wip report

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meili-sheep · 3 years ago

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Do you know omniscient readers viewpoint? (Though if you're reading the webcomic then possible spoiler alert I haven't caught up with it so I don't know how far they've gotten)

In that, Kim Dokja is always stealing Yoo Jonghyuk's name and creating messes it's this running thing and at one point Yoo Jonghyuk thinks he's been dead for ages but then he gets this notification and it's like "your reputation is increasing in this industrial complex you've never heard of" and he's just like Kim DokJA??? Is that you-

So amnesia Diluc has been using his real name without really thinking so thats the name on the posters that say "wanted: dead or alive" so when he meets Childe (who is pretending to be a toy seller) he comes up with the first name he can think of: Kaeya. (It's just scammer x scammer except they're both terrible at scamming)

So when Kaeya goes to track down Diluc to stops some big political problem and is following his trail all he keeps hearing is that apparently himself stopped here, or had food there and he's like????? What is going on here?

I know of it. But I personally haven't read it. I kind of fell out reading those novels and comics. Just cause I pulled myself and stressed myself out keeping up with updates.

I do still like Solo Leveling (Tho I feel like the second half wasn't nearly as good as the first), SSS Class Suicide Hunter (I really love this one super funny to me), Second Life Ranker (I'm worried about having happened to Solo leveling happening here but fast). Then I read a whole bunch of villainess stuff. And if you want to piss me off in zero to sixty, just mention Abandon Empress. BUT ANY WAY

But I love that idea so much. And it's funnier because Diluc and Kaeya look nothing alike. And I can totally see Kaeya just absolutely dying in the background thinking "How could anyone mistake Diluc for me?!?!" and just really questioning why Diluc would use his name. Like yeah, he hates him but?? It's just creating a problem for Mondstadt which Diluc would never do.

It's a really interesting idea on the whole.

#just a little ramble #I didn't mean to talk about my tastes #lolol #also I don't wanta step on toes cause i love the idea #but is your idea #also i don't much about that story so ye

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preciouspeterbparker · 4 years ago

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i wish i were, part 3

part one

part two

summary: it’s getting harder to pretend that everything is okay.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: step- inc*st, smut, underage sex, suicidal ideation (oops), ANGST, depression, self-harm mention (doesn’t actually happen, just intrusive thoughts), it’s all mentioned very casually so if this is triggering for you please don’t read!! <3 , ambiguous ending

this is the last part y’all! thanks for going on this ride with me. this was my first multi-chap fic and it kinda gave me the confidence to know that i’m capable of writing longer stuff without it being super shitty lol. sorry that it’s taken me so long!!

love you all

- bloo

It's getting harder to pretend that everything is okay.

Peter hates to say it, fuck, the thought physically pains him, but he’s glad the school year’s almost over. He’s glad that it’s almost time for graduation, time for Tony to leave for the special summer program MIT invited him to participate in.

He just wants to stop feeling like this, never wants to feel like this ever again. He always feels heavy, weighed down, like his clothes are soaking wet. It’s a feeling that goes deep into his bones, leaving him cold, aching, and tired.

It’s a good thing there’s not really any work left to do for school, other than exams; Peter spends most of his time in bed, headphones on and staring at the wall, the one that separates his room from Tony’s.

He keeps hearing Pepper’s voice in his head. He thinks you hung the moon, babe. It’s so cute. The words make him burn inside, make him want to dig his fingers in and peel his skin back until the feeling spills out of him. Until his blood spill out, until he doesn’t have to deal with this anymore- Fuck-

That’s how his brain is working, now. The intrusive thoughts have reached new levels. Peter’s always had them, he’s been passively suicidal for most of his adolescence, but it seems that any minor inconvenience has him ready to end it all. But it makes sense, he supposes. He’s already hurting, already weary and withdrawn. It really wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.

Too bad he doesn’t really want to die. He just wants everything to...stop. So that he doesn’t have to feel like this.

And because the universe is obviously enjoying fucking with him, the first thing he sees walking out of first period is Pepper walking down the hallway, a faded black t-shirt hanging from her shoulders, exposing the bright red of her bra straps.

Peter recognizes the garment immediately.

It’s the Black Sabbath shirt, the one he’d kept under his pillow for over a week. The one he’d spilled multiple loads of cum onto before finally putting it in his laundry and carefully slipping it back into Tony’s room once it had been washed.

And now Pepper’s wearing it. Which means Tony gave it to her.

Peter stops, freezes right there in the doorway of Mrs. Flannigan’s classroom. He blinks, staring blankly in the direction the blonde had gone. His classmates protest behind him, pushing forward until he snaps out of it. Taking a few stumbling steps to the side, he leans back against the wall.

He feels like he can’t breathe. Some kid walking down the hall looks at him funny, and he realizes that there are tears rolling down his cheeks. Hastily wiping them away, he slowly pushes himself off the wall and starts making a hasty exit to the bathroom, head down and eyes trained on the linoleum.

Then-

“Hey, Peter- Wait, Pete what’s wrong, what happened?”

Shuddering, barely able to contain the sob that threatens to rip its way out, Peter ignores Tony, just pushes past him and doesn’t stop moving until he’s locked in the private restroom.

With his back to the door, Peter slides down til his butt’s on the cold ground, arms wrapped around his knees as he tries to muffle his cries as he sits there, shaking.

He just wants it to stop.

***

Something’s up with Peter, and Tony has a sinking feeling that it’s got something to do with him. But he doesn’t know what he possibly could have done.

They’d had such a nice time celebrating his birthday. He even had a new photo in his wallet, a polaroid of him and Peter cheesing goofily into the camera. Looking at it brings a smile to his face.

He really does love his little brother. Though he was young, Tony can remember life before Richard and Peter came into their lives. He remembers being an only child as lonely hours spent trying to entertain himself while his mom was busy working, trying to support him as a single parent. He’d been ecstatic upon meeting Richard and finding out that he had a little boy, too, that he was going to get a brother.

Tony knows that he and Peter haven’t been spending as much time together as they usually do, but he just chalked it up to it being his senior year. He wanted to spend the time with his friends, with his girlfriend, making the best of their last bit of time together before everything changes.

Peter’s words from his birthday ring in his head. I don’t want you to...forget me. Maybe he’s feeling left behind?

He’s only got a little over a week left until graduation, and then a week after that he leaves for MIT. That’s not much time at all.

The teen resolves to make some more time in his schedule to spend with his younger brother. Rhodey and the guys and Pep can deal for a couple days.

***

Peter’s pulled out of the clusterfuck of ruminative thoughts that have kept him awake for the past week by the squeak of his bedroom door being opened. He blinks under the covers, instinctively curling in on himself. He’s been under here for hours, but he still feels so cold.

Tony’s voice comes through the small crack he’s created between the door and the jamb, one eye peeking inside. “Peter? Are you….” He pauses and clears his throat before continuing softly, “Are you okay?”

The lump under the covers that is Peter shifts a little. His voice is dull and monotone when he replies, as apathetic as he can muster. “...Just leave me alone, Tony.” So much for that. Even saying his brother’s name hurts, a lot more than he thought it would, making his voice crack pathetically. Peter pulls his hands up to his chest and tries to quell the sudden surge of emotion that rushes through him, stifling a whimper. Please just go away.

Of course, instead of listening for once in his fucking life, Tony opens the door further so that he can slip inside. It closes behind him with a soft click and he takes a tentative step towards the queen bed that’s pushed up against the walls in the corner of the dark bedroom. "Pete…" Peter can hear him softly pad over to the nightstand and flick on the small lamp sitting there. His breathing in the quiet room is near deafening to Peter. “I…” He hovers there for a minute before sighing and sitting at the foot of the bed. “I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong. So that I can… I just want to help, Pete.”

The silence stretches on uncomfortably between them and even under the covers, Peter can feel the worried gaze burning him alive.

His skin is crawling with how badly he wants to crawl out of the covers and into Tony’s lap, the way he would when they were younger and he was upset. He needs to get Tony out of here. He can’t-

Peter moves so that his head is exposed, but he looks down at the bed rather than the other teen. "No, it’s fine. I mean I-, I’m fine," Peter sniffles, blinking furiously in an attempt to will the tears away. Fuck. His- fuck, his throat is tight, he can't swallow. His mouth falls open, a shuddering breath escaping as the muscles in his throat spasm. "I get it, Tony. I promise I get it, I really do. I do. She's-"

Fuck. He must really be exhausted, he wasn’t supposed to say that, wasn’t supposed to let on the truth of why he’s upset. Peter's eyes flit around like he's on speed, darting from one focal point to another without him truly seeing anything. His voice is hoarse, thin. It's as small as he feels. Miniscule. Insignificant. He’s gonna ruin everything but he can’t make himself stop. "I mean, I can’t- I can't compete with-" The words come to an abrupt halt, his mouth snapping shut.

Tony nudges Peter’s foot with his knee. “What? Peter.” He bumps against Peter again until the younger boy looks up to make eye contact.

That stupid fucking crease forms between his older brother's eyebrows. Peter wants to slap him. Or kiss him. Mostly he wants to scream.

"Peter, what? Compete with who? Are you talking about Pepper? I know we haven’t been spending much time together, but I’m gonna fix that before I leave, I promise. I don’t want you to feel left behind, not at all but I still don’t get- What’s this got to do with -," Tony starts, placatingly. But there’s something in his eyes, in the barely there tremor in his voice- And Peter suddenly realizes that Tony knows, has to know at least a little bit.

He swears his vision flashes red for a second. "It has everything to do with her," Peter all but shrieks, nails digging crescent-shaped welts into his palms. He feels overwhelmed, trapped. Like a hermit crab without its shell- vulnerable, horribly exposed. It comes out without his consent, and so does his fucking stutter. Fuck it all. "And I know- I know- I know I'm fucked up, Tony, I know it, but I love you, the way that you love h-huh-her.”

He takes a shuddering breath, reeling from saying the words out loud for the first time. “I'm sss-suh-sick, and g-gross and you- I know I'm a fff-fuh-freak and nnn-now- now you’re gonna hate me!" Peter sobs, his entire body shaking as he works himself towards an anxiety attack, a panic attack, a heart attack, fucking something. “I can’t even fu-fu-fu-fucking talk-” There’s snot and tears running down his face, he’s upset himself so much he can’t get through a fucking sentence. He knows he’s making a fucking fool of himself. He’s so stupid, why did he ever think that anything could come from this. He just wants it all to stop, he wants Tony to leave so that he can figure out some way to fix this, to make it all go away-

Tony’s staring at him, mouth parted, dark eyes wide and concerned. "Baby, what- I could never hate you, babydoll." It’s like the nickname comes out instinctually, the sound of Peter’s stutter instantly taking him back to the way he would console Peter when they were much younger, pulling him into his arms and rocking him like his own little baby.

He climbs on the bed and burrows into the nest of blankets and pillows that Peter has created, but he stays sitting up. His arms wrap around his baby brother and pull him up into his lap so that he’s close to his chest, in spite of the younger’s attempts to squirm away. “Calm down, Pete.” Tony presses his lips to Peter’s head when his cries only increase, frowning at how hot the skin of his forehead is. “You’ve gotta calm down,” he soothes. “C’mon, it’ll get better once you calm down, baby, you know that.” One of his hands glides up and down Peter’s heaving back.

Gasping, Peter shakes his head. He buries his face in the space where Tony’s pec and arm meet, taking a shuddering breath through his mouth. He’s trying to calm down but it’s not working. “I’m so- I’m so ssss-sss-suh-sorry, Tuh-Tony!” He feels like he’s gonna pass out. Shifting a bit, he pulls his head back in an attempt to get some more air. They almost make eye contact but he hurriedly looks away. He’s ruined everything. Tony hasn’t reacted to his confession yet but Peter knows that it’s gonna be bad, it’s gonna be so bad when he does.

What’s he got left to lose?

Peter can't help himself; he leans in. The tips of their noses brush, and he pauses there for a moment. He can hear Tony's sharp intake of breath through his own heaving as they finally lock eyes. The look in Tony's chocolate depths is- Peter doesn’t really know. Tony's never looked at him like this before, no one has.

“Tony,” he whispers shakily, breath catching in his throat before closing the distance between them. Time stands still for a moment before something breaks, the tension snapping like a rubberband pulled too tight. Their mouths meet and Peter immediately whines at the feeling of Tony’s lips on his, body instinctively arching up against his brother’s, too lost in it to feel embarrassed of how easy he is to get worked up.

It’s...everything he ever dreamed of.

Tony’s hands move to cup his cheeks, and Peter’s own hands find their way into the other’s dark, wavy locks as their mouths move against each other. There’s a swipe of tongue across his bottom lip, timidly asking for entrance. The younger obliges immediately, letting the warm muscle slide into his mouth where it meets his own. It sends shivers down his spine and he keens when his tongue is sucked into the wet of Tony’s mouth. His dick begins to fill rapidly in his sweats, leaving him feeling lightheaded and a bit disoriented.

Peter’s never made out with anyone before, but this-

He thinks he understands what all of the hype is about, now.

They pull apart, both gasping for air. Tony moves his head slightly, taking heaving breaths that blow onto the exposed skin of Peter’s neck, and his entire body seizes. The elder brother pauses, eyes darkening, before he latches his mouth there and sucking, hard- Fuck, Peter swears he’s about to cum in his pants.

“Tony.” The name is all but ripped from his throat, ragged and wanton and filthy sounding. He didn’t know he could feel this good. There’s precum steadily leaking from the slit at the tip of his cock, and though he can’t see it at the moment, he’s sure there’s a wet spot staining the crotch of his pants.

More moist air on the sensitive skin of his neck, now slightly red from being rubbed by the stubble covering Tony’s chin. “Shit, Peter,” comes the eighteen year old’s wrecked gasp and his hips shift, nudging his own erection against Peter’s thigh. “Fuck, fuck.”

Peter feels like he’s losing his mind. “Tony, Tony lemme- Wanna touch you, please-,” he says, unable to put together a full sentence. The cock he’s been dreaming about for almost a year is within his reach and he doesn’t know how they got here, has no idea what’s going to happen after, but he’s so fucking close to getting what he’s wanted for so long but thought he could never have. His hands flutter restlessly near the front of his brother’s basketball shorts and the bulge that’s pressing insistently against the loose material.

“Yeah,” Tony gasps, shifting Peter out of his lap so that he can lie down on the bed on his side and then he pulls Peter down with him, facing each other. “Me too, can I…,” he trails off, the fingers of his right hand running down Peter’s body from his shoulder down to the sharp point of his hip bone.

All Peter can do is nod jerkily, already reaching to tug at the dark red fabric that’s wrapped around the older teen’s waist. He lets out a desperate, frustrated sound when they get caught, but Tony’s hands take over for him, so he pushes his own pants down to his knees instead. His dick hangs down heavily once it's free of its confines, and there’s a quiet thud as Tony’s slaps against the dark hairs smattered across his lower belly.

Looking at his big brother’s cock for the first time in the dim lighting makes Peter’s mouth water. He can make out the slight shadow of a vein running the length of it, and his tip is big, a drop of precum sitting there just waiting for him to lick at it. He’s bigger than Peter, in both length and girth. It’s perfect, something right out of his fantasies.

Tony rocks his hips forward and their erections rub against each other, prompting them to let out synchronous groans. “Holy shit,” Peter whines, his own hips stuttering as they start to rut against each other in earnest. They quickly get into a slightly stumbling rhythm. It feels so good, their cocks both so hot, so hard. He already knows this is going to be over before it really even starts but he couldn’t care less. “Tony, Tony, yes-”

The brunette all but growls. “That’s it, Petey. Fuck, your cock feels so good, I never- Shit,” Tony pants before spitting into his palm and wrapping his hand around both of their shafts. “Fucking hell-” His toes twitch against the inside of Peter’s ankle. “Pete-”

Peter’s movements get jerkier, his hips stuttering at the feeling of Tony’s wet hand, the way their dicks are sliding against one another. He’s so close, so fucking close. “Please,” he whimpers, fingers digging to Tony’s shoulders where he’s holding on in an attempt to ground himself. HIs tongue licks at his brother’s bottom lip. “Wanna cum, Tony, lemme cum-”

“Yeah, fuck, yes Peter, cum, cum for me-” Tony groans, the speed of his stroking increasing. The rhythm is jerky, and it’s so uncoordinated when combined with their frantic undulating, but it feels amazing.

“Tony, Tony, Tony,” Peter chants as his orgasm slams into him like a brick wall. His muscles lock up, and there are probably crescent-shaped welts in the skin of Tony’s shoulders and back. Thick, white ropes of cum shoot from his cock and make a mess in his brother’s hand. A whine escapes him as he grows more sensitive in Tony’s grasp.

The feeling of the warm liquid smearing over his erection is what does the older teen in. He crushes his mouth to Peter’s as he cums, fucking into his fist and rubbing against the other’s softening cock, licking lewdly into the wet of his mouth. “Pete,” he sighs, pulling away after he’s ridden out the wave of his orgasm.

“I love you,” Peter whispers contently, snuggling in and pressing a kiss to a freckle on Tony’s shoulder. This is everything he’s ever wanted, to be held in his big brother’s arms like this: like a lover. Maybe he was worried for nothing, maybe everything will be okay. Sure, they’ll have to hide it from everyone, especially Mom & Dad, but once they’re both in college… They have different last names, no one would ever have to know. They could be happy. Peter just wants to be happy, just wants this feeling to stay.

Tony shifts slightly and takes a deep breath, the puff of air ruffling Peter’s sweat-slick auburn curls. “Pete,” he says again, softly. “I love you too, I do.” He pauses, pulling back slightly and loosening his hold on the younger boy and rolling onto his back so that they’re both looking up at the ceiling. “But I-”

Peter freezes, the afterglow fading instantly. His heartbeat picks up, and there’s a slight ringing in his ears. He grips the sweat damp comforter in his hands, fingers twitching restlessly, stroking back and forth over the fabric in an attempt to soothe himself. No. No, no no, this isn’t- Tony- He can’t-

Another heavy sigh. “We can’t- We can’t do this again, Pete,” Tony says into the quiet of the night, still slightly out of breath from exertion. His voice is soft, gentle. He’s trying not to hurt Peter; Peter thinks that’s bullshit.

There’s a lead weight in his stomach. He feels like he’s drowning. He feels like he’s gonna be sick. He feels dirty. He feels-

He’s so tired of feeling.

Tony hesitates before pulling his shorts up and sliding out of the bed. He reaches out, brushing his fingers over Peter’s hand, jerks back when the younger immediately tenses and recoils from the touch. “I’m sorry,” he whispers before hastily making his way to the door, shutting it gently behind him.

“Just go, Tony,” he croaks before rolling over in the bed, away from the love of his life his brother.

Peter lays there for the rest of the night, unmoving, staring at the ceiling, tears running down the sides of his face, seeing nothing.

If only he could feel nothing, too.

***

“Where...where ya goin, Pete?”

Peter is putting clothes in a small duffel bag. He makes a mental note to remember to grab a new thing of toothpaste when he gets his toiletry bag together. “I’m, uh, gonna go stay with Ned. For a few days.” More like a few weeks, but he doesn’t need to tell Tony that.

It’s only been two days since they-

Peter’s already had enough. He can’t be here, he can’t skirt around the elephant that is his feelings towards Tony, can’t handle the awkwardness in the air as his stupid fucking brother tries to go on as if nothing ever happened. As if it meant nothing to him.

As if Peter meant nothing to him, means nothing to him.

Peter can...he can be okay with that. He has to be. But he can’t be here. He can’t.

“What about mom and da-” Tony cuts himself off, and Peter can tell that’s not what he is really trying to ask. Of course he’s so fucking disgusted, so fearful of someone else knowing, that he can’t even say it. No, what he really means is-

“I didn’t tell them I kissed you, Tony,” Peter hisses, tears burning in his eyes. He yanks the zipper of his bag closed, biting back a scream when it gets stuck for a second. “I’m not stupid. Why would I tell them what we did? I don’t want them to hate me, too. Don’t worry about what I told them, they said I could go.”

Maria and Richard are under the impression that Peter’s just stressed about his grades and going a little stir crazy. When they’d talked last night, Mom had frowned gently at him, mentioning how down he’d looked lately and letting him know that he was loved and cherished. Dad had actually been the one to suggest spending some time with Ned; maybe seeing his best friend would help pull Peter out of his funk.

If only they knew.

Tony gapes at him, an incredulous look on his face. “But what about Tuesday? You’re gonna miss my graduation? For what, to fuck around with Ned? Peter-”

Something in him snaps. He clenches his jaw, swallows harshly. Glares tearily at his brother. “Would you please just stop it?”

The taller boy sets his shoulders and crosses his arms, defiant. “I don’t want you to go.” His eyes are narrowed, searching Peter’s face. For what, the younger has no idea. Nor does he care.

“It doesn’t matter what you want, Tony,” he yells, glad that Mom and Dad are out at the grocery store, getting supplies for Tony’s graduation party. His voice cracks on his brother’s name. Always on his name. “Not anymore. I don’t- I know you don’t- Do you know how much it hurts me? To- to hear you? To know, to have to listen to-”

Tony’s mouth opens, but no words come out. “Hear us? You- you heard us? When?” His eyes are wide. He must realize exactly what Peter’s talking about, when he’s talking about, and he looks uncomfortable, vulnerable in a way that Peter’s never seen him before. Something ugly deep inside the younger teen feels satisfied for a moment before it deflates. He’s left feeling just as drained as before.

Tony continues, “Peter, I-” He cuts himself off, looks away.

Of course he can’t even come up with something to say.

“For fuck’s sake, Tony, you don’t have to explain everything to me!” It comes out as a sob. Peter feels like he’s a volcano; the words are erupting and he can’t do anything but allow it, powerless to stop them. “Nothing you say will make it better! I know you’re straight! I know it’s- that it’s wrong. I know Pepper is-,” he chokes, gasping. Why is this happening? Everything is going so fast. How is he freezing and on fire at the same time?

“She’s gorgeous and I’m just the path-th-thetic little br-brother who th-thinks you hung the moon.” Peter’s spluttering, flapping his hands at his sides as he tries to do something with the energy humming inside him. He wants out, he needs Tony to go so that he can finish packing. He has to get out of here.

Tony takes a step towards him. “No, Peter, how could you-”

Peter’s sniffling, eyes squeezed shut. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, trembling. Why won’t Tony just leave him alone? He just wants to be alone. “I know I’m ugly and I- I bet you can’t w-w-wait to go to MIT, to go away from me!”

“Babydoll,” is what leaves Tony’s mouth, so soft Peter almost doesn’t hear it. His hands are shaking as they land on his younger brother’s cheeks. Warm tears are gently brushed away by his thumbs. “Pete.”

Brow furrowed, Peter slowly opens his eyes and blinks the tears back in order to look at his brother. Tony looks...scared? What does he have to be scared of?

Peter tries to pull away, out of Tony’s grasp but the older teen just clutches him tighter. “Tony- What? It’s fine, j-just stop! Let me go, I need to finish-”

Tony closes his eyes and crashes their lips together.

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arsenicpanda · 4 years ago

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Just saw your reply to my Bh gifs question, can’t wait then! I’m not a multi shipper so this season has been long lol.

What are your thoughts about Betty talking about how she feels she is addicted to Jughead last episode? I haven’t seen your take on this and I always like to see different takes on those scenes. Not the Bughead part if you don’t want to go there I guess lol, but mostly about Betty’s trauma and her.

Oh yeah, I’m sure this season has been rough if you’re only into bughead, like I do not envy that experience.

For the record, before I start, I haven’t really read anyone’s takes on this, just talked about it with friends, so idk how this fits into the greater discourse outside of some shitposts I've seen. Anyway, let’s head to under the cut:

As for Betty, I think she is peak Not Doing Great, Bob. It’s good that she seems to intellectually know her problem, but not great that she’s doing nothing to fix it. A friend of mine likened the situation to previous versions of Betty being very Batman-esque in her pursuit of criminals and justice, but post-time skip Betty more resembles the more violent Thomas Wayne version of Batman from Flashpoint, and, ok, I don’t know a lot about that version of Batman, but it sounds right from what little I do know. I might bug her into making a post about it sometime, idk. But Betty's attitude and willingness to use violence have really changed--she's much more compulsive about it, and she doesn't fear using violence and how that might be her "darkness" manifesting anymore, and idek when that happened or how or why, although I wish they'd tell us. Like, Betty's at a point where I'm kinda worried she's gonna turn into the Punisher.

But Betty has a very flat affect through that conversation--she has a flat affect in general post-time skip, tbh--and like...I am Worried about her. Every time I think Betty’s reached rock bottom, she takes out a shovel and goes “nah, not far enough down, gotta keep going,” like, bby, please stop. She is very much allergic to emotions this season, just absolutely hates them and wants nothing to do with them, and I am Concerned for her. I also hate her “I should be taking care of my mom” like no!! Betty, it’s not your job to take care of your mother! You have to take care of yourself first, and also you shouldn’t be parenting your mom! God, the fact that this is never presented as a bad thing pisses me off so much.

Anyway, it’s a very interesting conversation because it’s very honest, the most honest we’ve seen Betty be all season, but it’s also very detached, but also very nonjudgmental. Like, s1-4 Betty would have been all !!! about Jughead drinking after the “I’m an alcoholic” reveal, but this Betty just...has no reaction? You could interpret it as either “well, I’m not going to judge the backslide because I'm not doing so great myself” or “ok, I don’t really care”, and I lean toward the former, but I’m not a fan of the fact that the latter is even a possible interpretation.

I am worried that Betty’s emptiness will be attributed to being apart from Jughead because, like...that’s not a great dynamic, if they can’t function as regular humans at all without each other. “We help each other be our best selves because we inspire and help each other”, which previous bughead was, is very different from “without each other we can’t function at all and just kind of suck”, like the former is romantic and the latter is depressing. Idk, it goes back to my beef with this season that everyone is miserable and shittier as people; I think all the characters should have been moderately successful and happy enough, and then when they’re back together it’s like...yeah, this is what makes things the best they can be, this fits more than anything else. The difference between “good enough” and “ideal”, B tier vs SSS tier, basically.

I will say, I’m also not thrilled about the “Betty is addicted to these investigations” thing, because it kind of means that, in order for Betty to live a happy, well-adjusted life, she has to stop investigating stuff, and I think that’s absolute horseshit. Like, it’s an interesting take, sure, but it ultimately has a boring outcome, and therefore I hate it. Like, it would have been more Betty-esque to have Betty struggling to fit herself in the “Perfect FBI Agent” box as a way to prevent her “darkness” from interfering with her job, and then have her realize that that’s not who she is or how she functions and she needs to quit, because Betty’s struggle always includes who she thinks she should be vs who she fears she is vs who she actually is.

I do kinda love broken, dysfunctional bughead though, they’re pretty fun to watch, just two disasters careening through life, that would have been really fun to spend a season watching, but Jughead’s on the mend now, so that’s kind of not on the table anymore, alas.

Ok, that was super ramble-y, but I think I got my thoughts in? Hopefully it makes sense and doesn't jump around too much. Idk, if there’s anything else you want me to cover, just ask.

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xuseokgyu · 4 years ago

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Yes! Only time will tell though if I actually watch his drama though, I have been awful with watching shows lately. Uh basically the rest of 96 line plus Mingyu and Seungkwan are at the top currently. Though Vernon lately.. hmm.

Oh yeah all vocal unit songs are so good. Fav Unit. All My Love is a really good one... Woozi is just very good at lyrics 💞 Pinwheel and Come To Me are probably my fav vocal unit songs. Come To Me has a super cute little dance that goes with it too... and I've been thinking about changing my blog description to be like idk... #1 pinwheel fan, svt pinwheel defender or something. I love that song (and the lyrics) literally so much. Hm for full group tho... lyrics wise the first song I can think of is Without You, I love the verses in that song so much... especially the first one. Ah and then Lie Again... the beginning bit from Jun to Coups, and how the song ties back to I Don't Wanna Cry. When song lyrics reference other songs... I love it. Seventeen has few songs like that. Oh or when lyrics like tell a story...

omg you pinned the ask sorry I took awhile :( I've been busy and oh so tired 😪💤 I did not sleep very well this week... my sleep deprived brain power was being all used up at work lol. Your answer has been sitting in a separate tab on my laptop. I also still need to start on the gift 😬

Um if you could spend a day with your biases what would you do? Individually or as a group.

~sss🎁

Cat line is such a good line... I applaud hahahha and true carat dilema right there, many many members claiming a spot

I 100% support that description too hahah Pinwheel is absolutely incredible AND YES songs having connections to others songs is just sooo cool

And no worries about the time!! I pinned more because I knew I I had taken quite a while to answer too (this one as well 🙈) and I know it can get hard to find things, also because tumblr likes to mess with the search feature...

Ok that’s a really good question... I’m really a homey person so really just chilling watching a movie would be soo good, maybe a slumber party where you get more and more sleep drunk and you start to get super silly and have the best time of your life! This can be with my three boys or the whole group; We know these boys can get crazy and they are the funniest people around

Also, karaoke with DK... I would looove to sing with him... I always sing his adlibs in songs the dream

#really you don’t have to feel bad about taking a while to message #I also take my time 😅#svt secret santa #ask #anon

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selflesstwin · 4 years ago

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Happy birthday, Gi ( @earthssprout )! It’s not your birthday yet but I worked hard on these gifts so I’m posting them early because I’m impatient. When it is officially your birthday, I hope you have a wonderful one. You mean the absolute world to me. You’re one of my best friends on this site and I am so very blessed to have you in my life. Your birthday is a wonderful day to celebrate because it’s the day you began to exist and honestly... That’s such a gift to the world. You’re an amazing friend and I love you so very much. I’m not a very creative person but I wrote you this drabble and made this collage to go along with it. I hope you enjoy both gifts and I hope you enjoy your birthday, too. Thank you so much for being one of my best friends, for being such a supportive person in my life, for making me smile and laugh, for making my day every time we talk. I adore ya!

Also, don’t mind me tagging these two for good reason: @cryptidiiots & @rxtrase

“ He’s purposely pissing me off! ” Arms were wrapped around the Hitachiin and a soft kiss was placed on their forehead in order to calm them down. Receiving affection from their boyfriend always helped to soothe them but as quickly as they were tamed, well, they were riled up when their enemy spoke up, “ Is that all that you do? Whine, scream, and run to your brother or boyfriend? ” Oda carefully rearranged some paint supplies as the couple engaged in their little moment. With his back turned to them, Kaoru quickly spun around, ready to say some choice words to the other male... That is until Shuu tightened his hold to keep them back and used one hand to cover their mouth. “ ...You’re cute when you’re like this but shouldn’t we finish your plans? ”

When that suggestion came up, another voice spoke up, “ Shuu’s right! You both need to shut up and get to work! I’m doing everything here and this wasn’t even my idea! ” Kaoru’s eyes met Momo’s and after feeling a bit more calm, they lightly tapped their boyfriend’s arm so he could release them. Even if the anger lingered, they would resume what they had in mind. But not before mumbling a quick, “ Sure. I get in trouble but he doesn’t. ” They could tell that Oda heard them and knowing that he was probably amused by their childish behavior only annoyed them even more. “ Everything looks awesome. Momo, can you make some final touches? I’m going to grab the cookies from the oven. Love, go pretend that you’ve been asleep with Ari this whole time before she wakes up. And Oda... ” Nothing was said after that which earned them an unamused look. Taking their boyfriend’s hand, they walked back into the manor and immediately went their separate ways.

Once in Kaoru’s room, the vampire carefully climbed back into the bed where the small child slept. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off for a moment until he felt the presence of someone watching him. “ Shuu? ” One eye was opened and upon seeing Ari sitting beside him, he finally woke up from his brief nap and sat up. “ Www... Where is Kao? ” Not much was said. After getting out of the bed, he offered his hand for the girl to hold and once she had a good grip on it, he exited the room with her. “ ...Let’s look for them. ” Obviously, he was aware of the big brother’s location but he was instructed to play naive for the plan. Ari didn’t say much as they walked down the long hallway. All that her mind kept thinking was that it was strange that her big brother wasn’t in the room with them. They usually sat at their desk, waiting for them both to wake up from their nap.

With the walk being a long one, Shuu decided to pick up the child instead and resumed the rest of the journey to the back of the manor. Ari’s eyes immediately went wide when she realized where they were headed. “ Nnn... No, thank you! Kao sss... says I www... will get lost. ” Right, her older sibling had always instructed her to avoid that specific area because she could wind up losing them. Even if her curiosity got the best of her and she wanted nothing more than to explore, she respected Kaoru’s wishes after they explained their worry about her wandering off alone ( especially in that area ). “ ...You won’t get lost. I’m here. ” His words were comforting but a part of her still worried about going against her brother’s wishes.

After they entered, she was immediately put down so she could explore. Her hesitancy made it difficult so she clung onto Shuu’s pants, not wanting to move until he did. As they slowly inched closer to the surprise, Ari released the other and gasped. “ Momo! Oda! ” Not wanting to leave one of her favorite people behind for her two other favorite people, she grabbed Shuu’s hand and did her best to tug him along. Once they reached the blanket, she wrapped arms around Momo who crouched down in order to scoop the little girl into her arms. “ Hi Ari! Did you have a good nap? ” A nod as a response before she turned her head to look at Oda. Seeing that, Momo moved closer to her boyfriend and allowed the other to put a flower in in Ari’s hair. “ Kaoru’s on their way. ” It was easy for him to tell that she would ask that soon.

And speak of the devil. Carrying a plate that required two hands, they slowed their steps once they reached the spot. “ Welcome to your Garden Party, Princess Ari! I’ve been planning this for weeks. We’re here because we want to celebrate you. ”

A Garden Party. Even if Kaoru had the idea, everyone pitched in to make the event even more special. A blanket laid under a tree with two picnic baskets resting on top, containing lunch, drinks, and some snacks. Along with that, the older brother had baked cookies for the celebration as well and placed the plate alongside one of the baskets. Oda had suggested spending some time to paint together so canvases, brushes, and paints were set aside for that. Momo came up with the idea of costumes for dress-up and bubbles so Kaoru made sure to purchase a bubble machine along with buying some costumes for everyone. Shuu had recommended playing some of Ari’s music ( ABBA ) and decorating the area with flowers since that seemed to be her aesthetic, according to him. Finally, Kaoru had prepared the food and drinks, making everything themself and invited all of their little sister’s favorite people.

“ What should we do first, Ari? It’s your day. ” Momo looked down at the child’s face ( who still tried to process the whole surprise ). It took a few seconds but once she made up her mind, she decided that they should eat before indulging in any other activities. After all, she had woken up with a hunger. “ Food first! Let’s eat! ” With Momo’s exclamation, they all took their seats on the blanket. Ari gently took a seat on her big sister’s lap, smiling when arms were wrapped around her. Oda sat beside his girlfriend, making sure to place a flower in Momo’s hair as well ( one that would match Ari’s ). Kaoru sat beside their best friend as well, wanting to be sandwiched between one of their best friends, their little sister, and their boyfriend.

With all the food handed out, they all took a few minutes to enjoy their lunch. The rest of the day went smoothly as well ( even with Kaoru and Oda having to spend hours together ). The small family had the time to do everything that Ari’s heart desired: painting and with Oda teaching techniques while Ari sat on his lap, creating an adorable masterpiece with her newest friend, then a bubble and dance party where she danced with her big sister and made sure to leave time to dance with Shuu as well, and finally a moment to finally explore the garden with her big brother, not letting go of their hand as they picked flowers and stumbled upon new friends ( little critters and insects ). The day had been perfect and one that she would surely remember forever.

When it was finally time to say her goodbyes, she made sure to give lasting hugs to her people. A super tight hug and a small spin with Momo, a more awkward but still heartwarming hug from Oda, a somewhat lazy but lovely hug from Shuu, and as they approached the door to the front of the manor so Ari could go home… Kaoru made sure to carry her the rest of the way. In the car, they never released her tiny hand and once they approached the orphanage, they gave her a hug that lasted for a good while. Saying goodbye for the meantime was always hard but they knew it wouldn’t be forever. “ Did you have fun today, Ari? ” A nod before she exclaimed, “ Yyy… Yes! Thank you, Kao! ” One final embrace and a soft kiss to the top of her head before the siblings had to the part.

As Kaoru watched her head inside with a guardian, they thought of more fun plans to do with her someday. Maybe a trip to the zoo? Or aquarium? Maybe a beach day? They weren’t sure but they’d decide at a later time. All they cared about was spending time with Ari and making her happy. That’s all that mattered.

#earthssprout #[ I heckin' love you!!!!!!!! <333 ]#[ Happy birthday again in the tags! <333 ]#[ There's a lot going on here. I hope it makes sense. :'D ]

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un0vian · 5 years ago

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Hear me out, SSS Miraculous Ladybug AU?

oh man you guys have no idea how much I’ve thought about an au like this before

The anon is new, but this has been in the inbox for a while, I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long! Also this kind of takes a general understanding of the show to make any sense!

This is just a HUGE bundle of ideas lmao I’m sorry it’s so disorganized. I’ll put some of the doodles up here and put in a read more for all of my bullet points (I wrote almost 2K words for this hhhh)

No Pokémon in this AU, and I’m not clever enough to shape the Miraculous after any of them lol.

I think Lance being the Guardian of the Miraculous fits the most.

Lyra becomes the Ladybug Miraculous holder the same way Marinette does, by showing and acting upon her compassion towards someone in need (not the same exact way, considering Lance isn’t nearly as old as Master Fu; she probably saves an old man and Lance notices).

In this AU’s origins I think it would make sense that Giovanni and Silver just moved to Goldenrod from Kanto. Giovanni (obviously) was a part of the crime-world, but found out about the Miraculous and their power, got ahold of the Cat and Butterfly Miraculous, learned of the Ladybug Miraculous’ general location, then decided moving was a good idea. They move into a place like the Agreste mansion (Silver thinks the move is just random btw).

I would say Giovanni holds Silver to high standards like Gabriel does for Adrien. Giovanni has Silver play the Violin and Cello (READ FVAWA!!!), and was probably homeschooled in Kanto. I’ll also say he probably has basic self defense training.

To blend in, Silver becomes enrolled at the same school that Lyra, Kris, and Ethan attend.

Lyra, Kris, and Ethan always try to yoink the back two tables, and every new seating chart the three play Rock Paper Scissors, loser sits alone. Lyra loses and ends up at the table next to the other two with an empty seat.

Their teacher, Professor Elm (I mean, who else would it be?? There’s Oak ofc but eh), introduces Silver to the class and has him sit with Lyra.

It’s obvious to Lyra that Silver is more socially reserved, but she introduces herself anyway.

Lyra moved from New Bark Town to Goldenrod City early in her childhood (Her and Ethan were childhood friends, Ethan moved to Goldenrod a little before Silver. Kris grew up in Goldenrod). I think it would be cool to keep the Bakery; Lyra’s mom would work there with Lyra helping out a lot.

I’m thinking Lyra could possibly be a model like Adrien, but wayyy on the DL in comparison. She has the right temperament for being in the spotlight (aka not being a flustered mess all the time), hence why she’s so well suited for the Miraculous.

Her passion is writing! Writing poems, speeches, music, all of it. And she enjoys public speaking. She’ll pull out a notebook (or just type on her phone like a sane person) whenever she gets a new idea.

Lyra sings and plays the synth. She plays songs she writes sometimes!

Tikki helps Lyra a lot with her worries about being a Superhero, and is great at giving suggestions and ideas of what Lyra should write if she has a block. Basically usual Tikki being great.

When the first Akuma appeared, Lyra found her Miraculous the same way Marinette did. The difference is when Tikki appeared she was less fearful, and learned about de-evilizing Akumas from the start.

When Ladybug showsed up to stop the Akuma there was no other support. She was able to defeat the Akuma, but damn, what a workout.

Hear me out here, what if there wasn’t an umbrella scene? I’d rather have their feelings for each other grow over time as Silver begins to doubt his father’s reasons for needing the Ladybug Miraculous and reflects on his actions. Besides, Lyra having feelings for Silver in the beginning would be kinda cringe 😬 (@Marinette in the PV smh)

The first Akuma was Giovanni’s way of testing the waters, and confirms that the Ladybug Miraculous is in Goldenrod. The night afterwards he approaches Silver with the Cat Miraculous. Giovanni explains that he needs the Ladybug Miraculous along with the Cat Miraculous to bring Silver’s mother back (which is total bullshit, all he wants is power), and offers him the Miraculous.

And about Silver’s mother; I know there’s a theory about Ariana being his mom, but in this AU (and in general, really) I HC his mother being kindhearted and not part of the mob ahah. (Also same sitch as Adrien’s mom in this AU)

Silver is apprehensive towards the “offer”, but can he really say no? And he does want to see his mom again. So he accepts. Giovanni barely hides the vile smirk on his face and throws in a “I’m proud of you, son” for good measure :/

From then on, Cat Noir shows up to battle Ladybug after an Akuma is de-evilized.

Plagg is somewhere between neutral and good. He’ll (not-so) subtly suggest that Silver should join Ladybug, and point out how much of a dick Giovanni is… but he won’t actively try to stop him because he can’t really do anything about it anyways. Plagg supposes he’ll just have to be patient. And he teases Silver about anything and everything, and his reactions are priceless.

Already having no partner to rely on during Akuma battles, Ladybug is most definitely tired out and has far too many close calls in her battles with Cat Noir. Lyra vents about this to Tikki, and worries about being unable to contact the guardian and request more help.

Lance realizes his mistake after a particularly nasty fight when a stroke of luck saves Ladybug from de-transforming. He introduces himself right after that fight, and apologizes for his oversight.

At this moment I don’t know if it would make more sense to introduce only one more Miraculous holder or two, and if they should be permanent or temporary. I’ll put down my bare-bones ideas for the Miraculous holders anyways.

Ethan - Fox Miraculous, Kris - Turtle Miraculous. I see Kris suiting the Turtle Miraculous because she waits for the right moment instead of jumping right in. I see her as being a great protector compared to Ethan.

Sheesh this is already super long any I haven’t really gotten to the SSS portion

Slow burn like the show, but in this case neither has a crush for a whiiiile. That part is quite different from the show, but the context is not the same.

Eventually there’s a semblance of a friendship between Lyra and Silver. They got close through sitting at the same table in class and working on different projects together. They also find they both share a love of music.

Anyways, Lyra gets really excited about their friendship and prattles on about it to Tikki.

“Wow, it almost sounds like you like him!”

“Whaaaaat? No!!! He’s just a friend, Tikki!” (Nice Adrien impression, Lyra 😃)

Along the way Silver begins questioning Giovanni’s reasons more and more, but it’s difficult for him to decide whether to keep fighting Ladybug or not because of all the things that could happen.

Eventually Plagg sits him down and is like:

“You don’t want to fight Ladybug.”

“Right.”

“You have a friend (Lyra) who has made it clear to you that you are welcome in their home, so you would have somewhere to stay if Gio-bitch kicks you out.”

“Right.”

“Ladybug may not trust you at first, but if you explain yourself she may begin to understand, and the act of switching sides paves the path to redemption.”

“Right.”

“So SWITCH SIDES.”

“OH. OKAY.”

Then there’s the ol’ switcheroo. During the worst Akuma yet (with Kris and Ethan helping as heroes), Cat Noir is able to get close to the Akuma and Cataclysms the Akumatized object. He flees immediately, thinking it better to show loyalty in small increments pffff

It’s a HUGE shocker to Giovanni. And Ladybug for that matter. Silver already packed a bag and had his violin ready to go, he grabs his things and doesn’t bother staying. He’s a little pissed Giovanni didn’t even try to stop him.

At this point Lyra and Silver like each other, but neither know how the other feels. Silver feels SO awkward about showing up at the Bakery with his stuff and almost turns around when Lyra’s mom (who had a bad vibe about Giovanni in the first place) spots him.

“Do you need a place to stay?”

“...No.”

“You’re lying. Tell me what happened.”

Silver reluctantly explains that he couldn’t stand staying there anymore, and that he had had enough of his father’s shit. So he left.

Lyra’s mom is a bit iffy on letting him stay. Without enough context it seems like Silver is just angry with Giovanni. Silver can tell she doesn’t understand and tries to explain the situation more.

“I… betrayed him. In a way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see me around for a while.” “I understand. Feel free to stay the night, but you should talk to your father about whatever’s going on tomorrow. If he doesn’t let you back in you’re welcome to stay.”

Lyra shows up moments after, very confused. Her mom explains the gist to her and leaves them alone to talk.

Tikki overhears Silver explain the situation with a bit more detail and becomes suspicious. If Giovanni was Hawkmoth and Silver was Cat Noir, this situation would make a lot of sense. And Silver has the same hair color as Cat Noir (Lyra is obviously none the wiser because Adrien and Marinette be like that). Tikki doesn’t draw solid conclusions (it’s very easily just a coincidence) but she takes a mental note.

I think that’s where I’ll leave it. I’m already delving into so much plot skdjfbfb Anyways here’s a bunch of bonus drawings for sticking til the end!

#i did this on my laptop i dont know how it looks on mobile #my art #trainer lyra #rival silver #sss ml au #trainer kotone #headcanons #sss au #soulsilvershipping #BRUHHH #august 4 2020

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s-oulpunk · 5 years ago

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Vendetta (1/3) - Stenbrough

Summary: All Bill really wants is a shoulder to cry on. All he really wants is for someone to tell him it’s going to be alright. Robert has never let him down in that regard.

Bill hasn't been the same since his brother's disappearance, and the only man that seems to understand him is Robert "Bob" Gray. It doesn't matter that he's three times his age, Bill craves that understanding. He craves for someone to look him in the eye and tell him that everything's going to be okay. Unfortunately, there's always a price to pay, and Georgie was only the beginning.

TW: Violence, Manipulation, Non-Con, Kidnapping

Notes: This is a lot darker than my other fics, and, basically, I am so sorry. The non-con stuff isn’t super graphic, but it is there so please be careful.

There are three parts to this fic. I promise I will post them all, but updates will be slow. All the chapters are really long and I’m busy with a lot of other things, so it takes me awhile to finish.

Also while this is technically a Stenbrough fanfic, their relationship isn’t the main focus of the fic. It carries a lot of the plot but, overall, the fic is about Bill’s journey.

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Part One:

The Disappearance Of Georgie Denbrough:

Georgie Denbrough has been missing for half a year when Robert Gray shows up. He just waltzes into Bill’s life, with a charming smile and sympathetic eyes that tell stories Bill can’t quite understand yet. If Bill stares into them long enough, he thinks he can start to see pieces of some of those stories. And they chill him to the bone.

He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know what exactly the stories are (and a part of him doesn’t know if he will ever want to), but Bill doesn’t need to know to feel the chill that runs down his back.

Robert Gray’s eyes are haunting.

And yet the rest of him is friendly enough, so Bill tries to not let himself worry over his eyes too much. Instead he focuses on the warmth of Robert’s hand on his shoulder, on the way he smiles so wide it nearly splits his face in half, on the kind words he utters when Bill comes to him sobbing at odd hours of the day.

His friends don’t see it that way.

They see Robert and they see, to put it plainly, a creep who jumped at the opportunity to spend time with a bunch of fifteen year olds. And they have no qualms about letting Bill know about their true feelings.

“You’re gonna get fucking murdered, Bill,” Eddie had said a few days after Robert’s first appearance. “You’re gonna get kidnapped and raped and then you’re gonna get murdered, is that what you want? They’re gonna find your body in the basement of some creepy old house or, or, or deep in the woods or, like, in his bedroom. And your skin’s gonna be all gross and decaying. Or, fuck, what if he’s like some crazy cannibal? They’re gonna find you with chunks of flesh missing and an eyeball in a martini glass and he’ll be making some kind of crazy, fucked up, dinner using your insides - Fuck, Bill! Is that what you want?”

Bill thinks Eddie has quite the imagination.

All Bill really wants is a shoulder to cry on. All he really wants is for someone to tell him it’s going to be alright. Robert has never let him down in that regard.

“He’s a guh-good guy,” Bill had told Eddie. “You jj-juh-just have to give him a chance.”

Eddie had merely scoffed and told Bill he would never, ever let Robert Gray get close enough to do that.

Bill thinks that’s a tad bit unfair, but Eddie refuses to budge.

Sometimes, when Bill looks into Robert’s eyes, he can see why. But those moments are fleeting. They’re only a few seconds of gut twisting, vomit inducing anxiety before he remembers who he’s talking to and he’s overrun with unshakeable guilt.

In the weeks since, his friends still haven’t come around. But they will eventually, Bill’s sure of it.

As of currently, they’re crowded into the clubhouse. Richie and Eddie are curled up together in the hammock, lost in their own little world. Bev is smoking by the open trapdoor. Ben and Mike have combined efforts to put various posters and photos on the walls. And Bill is sitting in the far corner, softly murmuring his latest story and trying very hard not to think about the fact that Stan is sitting so close he might as well be on his lap.

Stan doesn’t say a word throughout the story. Instead he listens attentively, like Bill’s thoughts are worth paying attention to. It makes Bill’s heart melt just a little bit.

When he finishes, he puts the notebook down gently, and turns to stare curiously at Stan. “So?”

“I didn’t like the ending,” is all Stan says.

“That’s ww-wh-what you said about my last one!” Bill exclaims.

“It’s too sad,” Stan says. “Sean never gets to go back home. All his friends and family are looking for him, and he’s stuck trapped in his own head forever.”

“Robert luh-luh-liked it.”

Stan scoffs loudly. “Do I look like Robert to you?”

This, admittedly, does earn a chuckle from Bill.

“Just because it’s ss-suh-sad doesn’t mean that it’s not good.”

“But Sean deserves to be happy, don’t you think?”

Bill considers this for a moment. Then, “Nope!” he says, popping the P.

“Why not?” Stan asks, lurching backwards to stare at him incredulously.

“Because I mmm-muh-made him,” Bill says. “And, therefore, I can dd-do whatever I want with him.”

Stan hums softly because, technically, this is true, but, “Why don’t you use your power for good?”

There’s a beat of silence.

“That rr-ruh-rarely happens in real life,” Bill murmurs.

It’s so much sadder than their previous conversation, and much more serious. Bill almost feels bad saying it. But it’s true. People are rarely happy in real life, and if there is someone in the sky looking out for them, they sure as hell aren’t changing their ending to please their friend. Even if said friend is cute as a button.

“I guess so,” whispers Stan. “But don’t you wish it did?”

“Yeah.” Bill does. All the time. “Sometimes.”

Stan shuffles closer, tucking his head between Bill’s shoulder and neck. Bill tries to ignore the heat that sprouts there, spilling through his veins and out to the rest of his body, making him tingly all over. But he can’t. As soon as it gets his attention, he’s gone. The clubhouse disappears, replaced by Stan and the warmth that fills his veins.

“I think you’re gonna be alright,” Stan says. “Whoever’s writing your ending is looking out for you.”

Bill fiddles nervously with the corner of his notebook. “Robert thinks we mmm-muh-might still be able to find jj-juh-juh-Georgie.”

“I...Yeah. Maybe.”

Stan looks so defeated. Like he knows Bill won’t listen to whatever he has to say. Which, in all honesty, he probably wouldn’t. But that doesn’t make Bill feel any less guilty.

“Are you still looking for him?” Stan asks. But he knows the answer.

“Yeah,” Bill says. “Robert usually huh-helps me.”

“That’s nice of him.”

“Mhm. We’re supposed to go ll-luh-look down by the barrens later today.”

“Oh.”

Bill can feel Stan stiffen beside him. He’s got his legs pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped securely around his knees, and Bill’s sure that, if he were wearing shorts, his fingernails would be digging into his skin, judging by how tightly he’s gripping his knees.

“Robert?” The intrusion, while Bill loves all his friends, is unwelcomed. These moments with Stan feel intimate. Special. Richie doesn’t get to interrupt just because he overhears something he doesn’t like. “You’re still talking to that freak?” He’s swinging slowly in the hammock, a worn out comic in one hand, Eddie wrapped securely in the other. But he’s not paying attention to either. Instead he’s got his gaze fixed on Bill, his glasses making his infuriated eyes seem 12x bigger.

Bill rolls his eyes. “He’s not that bad, Rich.”

“Not that bad?” Richie says. “Eds, did you hear that? Robert’s not that bad! Not at all! We better shout this from the rooftops. Hey, Losers! Robert’s not that bad!”

“Sh-Sh-Shut up, Richie,” Bill groans.

“We’re just worried,” Bev says. She flicks some of the cigarette ash onto the ground. “You can’t blame us for that.”

It’s true, he can’t, but, “Yuh-You don’t have anything to be worried about.”

Bev hums softly. She clearly doesn’t believe him. It infuriates Bill a little bit, but he wills those emotions away. These are his friends, of course they would be worried.

Stan must sense another quarrell coming on, he’s got a fifth sense for that kind of stuff, because he gently taps Bill’s knee and murmurs, “Write me another story.”

And who is Bill to argue?

Bill doesn’t like the barrens. He had been so hopeful when he first started searching here, so sure he would find clues. Subconsciously he had hoped he would find Georgie just sitting there, patiently waiting for his big brother to find him.

But he never did.

And now the barrens represent that failure, that loss. He doesn't know if he’ll ever be able to step foot in them again without remembering the brother who didn’t come home. And yet he’s still down here constantly, still searching for possible clues. He still never finds any.

“This is useless,” Bill hisses. “Hh-huh-he’s not down here. He’s not-” He sniffs harshly. He can already feel the tears stinging at his eyes. “This is sss-stuh-stupid. Dad’s ruh-ruh-right, he’s-” Bill grits his teeth. He can’t afford to think like that. “We need to look somewhere else. If he ww-wuh-was here, he’s not anymore.”

Robert glances at him curiously. “Where do you want to look?”

“I-” Bill doesn’t have an answer. Because he’s looked, quite literally, everywhere. He’s searched every inch of this god forsaken town, then searched it again, and again, and again. There’s nowhere else to look. “Maybe he got ll-luh-lost. In the woods. Maybe we jj-juh-just have to look harder.”

It’s pathetic, really.

On some level, Bill knows Georgie isn’t in the woods. He knows he isn’t anywhere. No seven year old can survive for half a year on their own. And yet he can’t admit it, even to himself.

“We’ve checked the woods, kid,” Robert says with a heavy sigh.

“But - But -” Oh, nononono, Robert’s giving up on him too. The one person who didn’t judge him, and now he thinks he’s gone crazy as well. Not that Bill can really blame him. Sometimes he wonders about his own sanity. “We haven’t looked that dd-deep.” Bill knows he sounds desperate, but he can’t stop it. “Maybe - Maybe we’ll ff-fuh-find something.” Before Robert can respond, because Bill knows that look in his eye, knows he won’t be getting the answer he wants, he hurriedly adds, “I can do something for you.”

That catches Robert’s attention. It always does.

He hesitates, and for a moment Bill worries his answer isn’t going to change. But then he says, “Alright, get in the truck,” and Bill doesn’t think he’s heard a better suggestion in all of his life.

He practically runs to the truck. Not that it matters. He still has to wait for Robert to open it, because he has, like, a million locks on the damned thing.

Robert unlocks it with a chuckle, like Bill’s a child who just asked the sugariest cereal at the grocery store.

“Okay,” Bill says, as soon as they’re both seated. “I think we sh-sh-should check past the town limits. We huh-haven’t looked-”

“Bill.” Robert chuckles again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Bill’s heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach. “Nn-Nuh-Now?”

Robert looks at him pointedly. “There won’t be time afterwards.”

Which, Bill supposes is true. Once he starts looking, he doesn’t stop until he can’t see two feet in front of him. Even then, oftentimes he has to be dragged away.

But he hates this part. It makes him feel weird, like there’s dirt trapped under his skin that he can’t dig out. Being able to wait a few more hours would be nice. Nevertheless, a deal’s a deal.

“Alright,” he murmurs. “Yuh-Yeah, okay. Just-” Maneuvering himself into the right position is, admittedly, harder than it looks. The truck is cramped and by the time Bill manages to find a semi-comfortable position, Robert’s already growing impatient.

Bill’s barely managed to get Robert’s belt open before calloused fingers are grasping at his hair, pushing him down, down, down until air has become a precious resource. Luckily, Bill doesn’t have to do too much work this time. This happens sometimes, if Robert gets too rowdy too fast. He’ll take control of Bill’s actions, ignoring if he gags or if his face turns purple, forcing him to go as fast or as slow as he wants.

As much as Bill hates having to work hard at something that is, admittedly, disgusting - not that he’d ever dare say that to Robert’s face - having Robert control him is always so much worse. Bill’s sure Robert wouldn’t ever hurt him, but it’s clear in moments like these who has the control. If something went wrong, Bill wouldn’t be able to get away. He can’t move an inch.

But he shouldn’t be worrying about that. Because nothing’s going to go wrong. Besides, Robert’s doing so much for him, this is the least he could do.

It seems to take forever before Robert’s finished. But once he is, Bill jumps back, cheeks still puffed wide like a hamster. This is the worst part, he thinks. And the longer he waits, the worse it is, but he can’t get himself to take that last fucking step.

“Good?” Robert purrs. Bill nods, even though he wishes the ground would swallow him whole, because what the fuck else is he supposed to do? “You look so pretty like this.” Bill wants to cry. Which is a stupid fucking reaction. Who cries after - after - after that? “C’mon.” Robert’s got a hand on his cheek, thumb gently brushing the bone. “I know you can do it.” And, God, Bill just wants him to stop talking. So he does it. He swallows as quickly as he can, fighting his instinct to gag it all back up. “Good boy.”

Bill turns quickly, forcing Robert’s hand to slip off his face. “Can ww-wuh-we go nuh-now?” he asks. He stares straight ahead as Robert starts the car. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t mean anything. He’s still fine. He’s still good. He’s still redeemable.

The next day, things are not better.

They didn’t find anything relating to Georgie, the Losers still think Robert’s a creep, and, to make it all worse, Bill’s throat feels like it’s on fire.

“You don’t sound too good, Billy,” Eddie says. “You might be getting sick.”

Bill hums softly. “Mm-Maybe-” he winces at how rough his voice sounds. “-Maybe I sh-sh-should go home.”

“Just rest here,” Stan suggests. “You can stay in my bed.”

“I - I don’t wanna get you ss-suh-sick.”

Stan shrugs. “It’s fine, I can change the sheets. I know how to do laundry.” Richie wolf whistles from across the room. “Oh, fuck off!”

“We can make you soup,” Eddie says. He’s already gathering the ingredients, so Bill supposes there’s no point in arguing.

He drags his feet up to Stan’s room, ignoring the growing pit in his stomach. He should just tell them the truth. It’s not that big of a deal, right?

It’s not until he’s curled up in bed that he notices Bev standing in the doorway.

“I know you’re not sick,” she says.

“I am,” Bill insists. “Doctor E-Eddie said suh-so.”

Bev gently shuts the door behind her. “Doctor Eddie’s also never had his throat fucked before.”

Bill winces. “That’s nuh-not what happened.”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she hisses. “I’m not an idiot. You have to stop doing this.”

“I’m not doing ah-anything wrong!”

“You protected me from my dad, you think I’m not gonna do the same for you?”

“It’s not th-th-the same. Wuh-We’re just friends, Bevvy.”

“He is not your friend, William.” Bev regards him warily. “I won’t tell the others. But I think you should really think about your so-called friendship with Robert.” Bev turns to re-open the door. At the last minute, she turns back to face Bill. “Stan wants to know if you’re staying over. Ya know, parents out of town. Losers sleepover.”

Bill nods. “Pp-Pruh-Probably.”

Bev smiles softly. “Cool. And think about it, Bill. Alright? We really do want to help.”

And then she’s gone, leaving Bill alone with his thoughts.

The worst part of the conversation is that Bill remembers having the same talk with Bev a little less than a year ago. Their places had been reversed then. Bill had dragged her away from the prying eyes of the rest of the Losers and begged and begged until she broke. She told him everything that night. And he held her through all of it, clutching her to his chest as Beverly Marsh, perhaps the strongest of them all, sobbed into his shoulder.

The memory is still raw, and not one he’s willing to share with anyone. She told the rest of the Losers the next day, but that night had been something private. Something that wasn’t meant to be shared.

It had been one of the most terrifying nights of Bill’s life. Second only to realizing Georgie wasn’t coming home.

The thought almost makes him chase after her, almost makes him tell her everything.

Except it’s not the same. Because nothing’s wrong.

Robert’s not his father. Robert’s his friend. He holds him when he cries, and listens to him when he needs to talk about Georgie again and again and again, and takes him wherever he wants to look for his baby brother, even if he knows they won’t find anything.

He’s sure if he explained that, she would understand. He didn’t understand either at first. But, “It’s just like a trade,” Robert had told him. “Remember how I drove you to town limits? I even bought you lunch afterwards. I do so much for you.” Which, admittedly, is true.

It’s not like Robert’s holding him down or ripping his clothes off. Bill goes willingly, even if he cries afterwards sometimes. But Robert says that’s normal.

“Knock, knock.” Stan’s standing in the doorway now, a piping hot bowl of chicken noodle soup in his hands. “Eddie’s insistent that this will cure you.”

“Mmm. Doctor’s oh-orders,” Bill says, making grabby hands at the bowl.

“Doctor’s orders,” Stan repeats, a fond smile on his face.

He closes the door gingerly behind him before crossing to sit on the edge of the bed, soup balanced carefully on his lap.

Bill looks forward to these moments with Stan. These quiet, intimate moments where it feels like anything is possible. It’s these moments that make him think maybe this godforsaken town is wrong, and the way he feels about his friend is okay. It’s these moments that make him think maybe Stan feels it too.

“Are you gg-guh-gonna spoon feed me soup?” Bill asks as he fumbles to sit upright.

Stan just shrugs. “I mean, you’re sick.”

Bill nods gravely. “Deathly ill.”

That makes Stan crack a smile, but he quickly ducks his head in an attempt to hide it from Bill’s prying eyes. Bill sees it though, and it warms his heart far more than the soup ever could.

“Alright,” Stan murmurs. “Open wide.”

The soup, to put it lightly, is not good.

Out of all the Losers, Mike and Ben are probably the best cooks. But judging by how anal retentive Eddie is, Bill has no doubt that he refused their help. He can practically see him, in his head, shooing away his friends as Ben desperately tries to salt the slowly warming broth.

He doesn’t say a word, but Stan must notice the way Bill’s face contorts as he tries to force the soup down because he murmurs a quiet, “Sorry. Eddie thought adding anything else would take away from its quote unquote healing properties.”

Stan’s always been able to read him like a book. All the Losers are close, but something’s special about his friendship with Stan. Bill’s never had to say a word for him to know exactly what he’s thinking.

“Ff-Fuh-Figures,” Bill says.

“He just worries about you,” Stan says.

“He sh-shouldn’t have to. That’s not his jj-juh-job.”

Stan shrugs. “You would do the same for him.”

Bill doesn’t answer, because he knows it’s true.

At around 1 in the morning, Bill decides he can’t stay over any longer.

He’s got the bed to himself, on account of him being “sick,” but the rest of the Losers are spread unceremoniously across the floor. He has to tiptoe over their sleeping bodies, nearly tripping over Mike’s legs, to get to the door. And, of course, Richie and Eddie are cuddled up directly against it. He nudges them away with the top of his foot until there’s enough distance for him to slip out, which he does as quickly as possible.

He grabs the phone in the kitchen, which he’s sure is far enough away that it won’t wake the others, and quickly punches in the numbers swimming through his head.

The phone rings once, twice, three times. Enough that he thinks maybe he won’t pick up. But right as he’s about to hang up, a quiet voice rumbles through his ear, “Hello?”

“Robert!” he chirps.

“Billy? What the hell are you doing up at this hour?”

Bill gnaws nervously on his lower lip. Of course Robert’s asleep, he should’ve remembered that tiny detail.

“Sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t huh-have woken you.”

“It’s alright, kid,” Robert says. “I’m up now. What do you need?”

“Can you pick me up?” Bill asks, before he can talk himself out of it.

“Sure,” Robert says through a yawn. “You at your house?”

“I’m at mm-muh-my friend’s house,” Bill says. “Hang on, I’ll guh-get you the address.”

Once he’s sure Robert’s going to come, he sets about writing a note for the Losers. He knows there’s pen and paper back in Stan’s room, but it’s too risky going back there, so he settles for digging through the office until he finds what he needs.

He’s halfway through said note when a soft noise startles him. He whips around, half expecting to come face to face with a knife-wielding murderer. But it’s just Stan.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

He’s blinking sleepily, obviously barely staying awake, and his hair is sticking up in all directions. His pajamas are a little too big on him, which is a sudden change from the Stanley that refuses to wear anything unless it fits just right. It’s suddenly too difficult to not imagine Stan in one of Bill’s oversized flannels.

It’s all so overwhelming that Bill nearly forgets to respond.

“What’s that?” Stan asks again, gesturing weakly to the pen in Bill’s hand.

“I - Uh - I’m guh-gonna go,” Bill says. “I just - I dd-duh-didn’t want you to freak out in the morning.”

Stan cocks his head curiously, and it’s so cute that Bill nearly calls Robert to tell him he’s changed his mind. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah,” Bill murmurs. “I’m ss-sorry. I don’t wanna get you guys sick.”

A more honest man would have told Stan that he’s terrified of facing Bev’s wrath again tomorrow. But Bill never claimed to be an honest man.

“Is your dad picking you up?” Stan asks.

“I - Um - I called Robert.”

That makes Stan pause. “You gave Robert my address?”

“How else is he gonna puh-pick me up?” It’s a lame argument, but it’s all Bill’s got.

Stan seems to be at a loss for words too, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “But - But - Why - I don’t want-”

“It’s ff-fuh-fine, Stan,” Bill assures him. “He’s not even gonna come inside.”

“I don’t know if that defines fine,” Stan grumbles.

Robert pulls up less than a minute later.

Bill scrambles to give Stan a hug before rushing outside to meet him. The summer air keeps most of the cold at bay, but it’s still fairly chilly, so Bill throws himself into the car as quickly as he can.

“Th-Thanks,” Bill says.

“Don’t mention it,” Robert says. He sounds much more awake now than over the phone. “You alright?”

“Mhm,” Bill says. “Jj-Juh-Just had to get out of there.” It’s then that Bill realizes the street they’re on doesn’t go to his house. “Wh-Where are we going?”

“Back to my place,” Robert says. “Figured we might as well just rest there. That alright?”

Bill figures that sounds reasonable enough. “Yeah. Th-That’s alright.”

In all honesty, it is fine. What’s Bill gonna do at home? Sit and stare at his ceiling all night and then not talk to his parents the next morning because they don’t care what happens to him? Sounds fun, but he’ll have to pass.

Bill’s never been to Robert’s apartment before. It’s smaller than he expected, but nice nonetheless. It has a cute little kitchen, a big, comfy couch directly across from an old TV, and huge, open windows. It’s normal. Almost overwhelmingly normal.

Bill almost wants to call his friends and tell them as much. “He’s not a psychopath,” he would say. “What kind of psychopath lives in a normal apartment?”

Psychopaths live in old, run down, abandoned houses in the middle of nowhere. Friendly people who are absolutely nothing like Beverly’s father live in normal apartments.

“You have a nuh-nice apartment,” Bill says, politely.

Robert chuckles lowly. “Thank you.”

Then a hand is being placed on the small of Bill’s back and he’s being pushed farther and farther into the apartment until he collapses into the big, comfy couch. Robert sits next to him, a single casual hand on his shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Bill shrugs. “It’s not a bb-big deal. They just...They don’t understand. Ss-Suh-Sometimes it’s hard to be around them.”

It’s not completely true. They’ve lost people before. Eddie lost his father. Mike lost his parents. Stan lost his grandmother just a month or two ago.

But it’s not the same. Because none of them were responsible for that loss.

Robert nods and pulls Bill closer to him, tucking him against his side.

“People who haven’t been through what you have, they’ll never understand,” Robert says. “They don’t know what it’s like to lose someone like that. The bond between siblings is something special, and tearing it apart is one of the most painful things one could do.”

Bill sniffles quietly and shuffles closer to Robert’s side, burying his face in his shoulder. “I muh-muh-miss hh-him.”

“I know,” Robert coos. A gentle hand cards through Bill’s hair. “I know you do.”

“Duh-Does it even get easier?” Bill asks, voice muffled through the fabric of Robert’s T-Shirt.

Robert sighs heavily. “I’m gonna be honest with you kid, not really.” He chuckles softly at the whine Bill lets out. “I know, I know. But you learn to live with it. I miss my brother every day, it’s just a part of my life now.”

Bill twists around to stare up at Robert with wide, starry eyes. “Wh-What was your brother like?”

“Maturin was the sweetest soul I’ve ever known. He always put others before himself, always made sure everyone else was happy. He would give up everything if it just meant I would crack a smile.” He offers Bill perhaps the saddest smile he’s ever seen. “The best of us are truly the ones we lose too soon.”

Bill nods mutely. Georgie was truly the best of the Denbrough family. He was always willing to help out however he could, even as young as he was, and was always happiest whenever everyone else was happy. It almost pains Bill to hear someone else described as the “sweetest soul.”

“I’m - I might guh-go to bed,” Bill mutters. “I’m - I’m pp-pruh-pretty tired.”

“Great idea,” Robert says. As if on cue, he lets out a loud yawn.

“Do you huh-have some blankets I could borrow?”

“Yeah, sure,” Robert says. He makes a show of walking towards the linen cabinet before stopping and turning back towards Bill. “Ya know, why don’t you just sleep in my bed tonight.”

Bev’s words ring out through Bill’s head. He forces himself to keep eye contact. “Why?”

Robert shrugs. “I’m tired, you’re tired, and it’ll take awhile to make up the couch. The bed’s big enough” When Bill still hesitates, he sighs heavily. “Billy, have I ever hurt you before?” Bill shakes his head. “Then what’s the big deal?”

Bill pauses for only a split-second.

“No big deal.”

He follows Robert into the bedroom.

The next time Bill sees Stan, it’s just the two of them.

They’re lounging on Bill’s bed, Bill furiously scribbling into a notebook as Stan watches over the top of his book. It’s peaceful, just being with Stan like this. Something as simple as his presence has always done wonders for Bill’s nerves.

“What are you writing?” Stan asks.

“Re-writing th-the ending,” Bill says. His voice is slow and distracted, but Stan doesn’t seem to mind. He puts down his current book and shuffles closer, peering curiously over Bill’s shoulder.

“The one you let me read at the clubhouse?”

“Mhm.”

Stan lets out a little huff. “How are you torturing poor Sean now?”

Bill finally tears his gaze away from the notebook, instead fixing Stan with an affronted stare.

“I’m nuh-not torturing him!” he insists. “I’m trying to write a hh-happier ending.”

Bill doesn’t know why, but it’s embarrassing to admit. He feels like he’s just revealed some deep, dark secret. But Stan’s smiling, grinning almost infectiously wide, so Bill can’t be too hard on himself. He’s always liked making Stan smile.

“Really?”

He sounds so excited. Bill thinks it’s kind of dumb. He’s half tempted to remind him that, hey, Sean isn’t actually real. He’s just a clump of words on a piece of paper. But Stan looks so unbelievably happy, Bill can’t possibly take that away from him.

“Jj-Juh-Just for you,” Bill says.

It makes Stan smile softly, like he can’t really believe it. “For me?” Bill nods. “I wrote it ff-for you, I can’t give it an eh-ending you don’t like.”

Stan scrunches up his nose, a key sign that he’s deep in thought. It’s cute, and it kind of makes Bill want to kiss him.

“I want Sean to kiss Suzie,” he says finally.

Bill groans loudly. “That’s so mm-muh-much extra work! Now I have to ah-add in a whole romance-”

“What about Jacob?” Stan says the words so quickly that Bill’s almost positive he’d imagined them. But Stan is red-faced and rigid, and that’s all it takes for Bill to know that the words he heard were very much real. “Would that - Would that be okay?”

Bill blinks slowly. Would that be okay? He thinks so. But how would he explain that to his mother if, God forbid, she ever stumbled upon this story?

“Bill?” Stan sounds so small, and when Bill snaps out of his thoughts he can see a sense of terror in Stan’s eyes that he’s never seen before.

“Yeah,” Bill murmurs. “Yeah, that’d be okay.”

Stan doesn’t say anything as Bill continues to write, but he watches him like a hawk. It’s like he’s afraid Bill will change his mind the moment he turns his back. Like he’s scared Bill will retaliate, and that it won’t be unlike the insults Bowers and his goons usually throw at him. The fact that Stan even thinks that makes Bill hot with shame.

“Sean’s buh-better with Jacob, anyway,” he says, just to quell Stan’s worries.

Stan still doesn’t answer, but he does shuffle a bit closer.

By the time Bill finishes the story, Stan looks like he’s ready to implode. It’s about five pages longer than it was originally supposed to be, he still needed to add basically a whole other storyline to make the romance work, but Stan still reads it diligently.

“It’s cute,” he says softly, once he’s finished.

“You like it?”

Stan nods. “Better than the old ending.”

That makes Bill beam, because all he ever really wants is Stan’s approval.

“Look,” Stan murmurs, setting the notebook down gently beside him. He handles it with care, like it’s something worth worrying about. “I’m really sorry I made you do that. I didn’t - I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I ww-wuh-wasn’t uncomfortable!” Bill insists. “It was a guh-good idea, it was cute! I jj-just didn’t know-”

“I’m gay.” And Bill has so many things to say, so many questions, but Stan barrels on before he can get even one of them out. “You probably figured that out, though. Fuck - I shouldn’t have - I’m sorry. I didn’t mean - I didn't mean to make things weird. Really. Can we just pretend like this never happened? I’m - I’m sorry. You can write the Suzie ending. You can just - just burn that one I guess. Fuck. I’m sorry-”

Bill grabs him by the front of his perfectly ironed polo and pulls him closer, closer, closer until their mouths are clashing together. It’s everything Bill’s been dreaming of. His lips are soft, softer than Bill could have even imagined, and it fills every dark, broken, crevice that haunts Bill’s heart with a warm, sunshiny feeling.

Bill pulls away to find Stan wide-eyed and pink-faced. He desperately wants to know what Stan’s thinking, but he’s shocked into a silence that speaks one too many volumes.

“Ss-Suh-Sorry,” Bill mutters. He forces his hands to unclench from around Stan’s shirt. The material is still wrinkled, but Bill figures that’s the least of their worries at the moment. Because, fuck, Stan didn’t mean him. “I sh-shouldn’t have assumed.”

“I mean,” Stan’s fingers lift up to ghost over his lips, “A little warning would’ve been nice.”

Bill’s heart stutters in his chest. “Wh-What’s that muh-mean?”

Stan shakes his head, like he isn’t really sure himself. “You could’ve asked.”

Bill swallows the lump in his throat. “Can I kiss you?”

Rather than answering, Stan lurches forward and presses their lips together in a bruising kiss. And, fuck, this is even better. Stan’s got one hand in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder like he’s steadying himself. The way his lips move against Bill’s leave him lightheaded, and he has to grip Stan’s hips to remind himself that he isn’t, in fact, dreaming.

“Huh-Holy shit,” he says, the words muffled by Stan’s lips.

“Shut up, shut up,” Stan chants. Bill can feel Stan’s lips fumble against his own as he speaks. It makes him just a little bit crazy.

Bill does, in fact, shut up. He drags his hands up to cup Stan’s face, holding his cheeks like he’s precious cargo. The kiss slows but doesn’t stop, turning into something so sweet it makes Bill’s teeth rot.

He pulls away slowly, because it’s just about the last thing he wants to do, but his lungs are starting to ache. Seeing Stan with puffy lips and glassy eyes is enough to convince Bill to duck back in for one last peck before pulling away for good.

“You’re beautiful,” Bill blurts out.

“Oh.”

“And I think I’m in love with you.”

“Oh!”

“I think I’ve always been in love with you. Ever since we were kids. Ever ss-since you waddled into my life as a cute little preschooler and demanded I use the hand sanitizer before shaking your hand.”

“You were covered in dirt,” Stan says weakly.

Bill laughs. A real laugh, from deep in his stomach. He hasn’t laughed like that in a long time.

He tries to go in for another kiss but Stan stops him, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth.

“Wait, wait,” he says. “I need to tell you something.” Bill hums softly against his palm. Stan’s eyes wander slowly over Bill, taking him all in. He looks flustered, but Bill doesn’t think he’s stalling. Taking a mental picture, more like. Bill understands. If there’s one moment he never wants to forget, it’s this one. Then, “I love you too.”

Bill’s spent his entire life trying to perfect the english language. He’s spent years hunched over a notebook, writing and re-writing and writing and re-writing until he’s gotten it as close to perfect as he possibly could. But nothing he’ll ever write will even get close to the perfect poetry that just flowed from Stan’s lips.

Bill grabs Stan’s hand between his own, leaving millions of tiny kisses along the palm.

“Please luh-let me kiss you again,” Bill practically begs. “Please, pp-please, please.”

Stan grants his wish, leaping forward to press their lips together again.

Distantly, Bill thinks this is better than breathing. If there’s one way he wants to die, it’s suffocating with Stanley Uris’ lips against his.

Two days later, no one has seen Stanley in a full 24 hours. A familiar panic has settled in Bill’s stomach. He’s gone through every other possible scenario in his head, gone through every excuse. But on some level he knows, Stan met the same fate as Georgie.

The Losers have spent the whole day wandering around town, hoping against hope they’ll find him somewhere. That it’s all just one, big misunderstanding. Bill keeps half expecting to see him around every corner, waiting for them with an eye roll and a dry joke that lets them know just know silly they were for thinking he had gone missing. He’s never there.

They’re all uncharacteristically quiet that day. Even Richie doesn’t say a word. He just clings to Eddie’s hand and searches with an uncharacteristic amount of diligence.

Bill wants to fucking scream.

He wants to tell Richie it’s okay to talk, it’s okay to joke, it’s okay to be fucking normal. Because nothing’s wrong. Stan’s fine and he’s going to be back any minute.

But, at the end of the day, Bill still finds himself in front of Robert’s door with enough tears to fill the Derry city pool streaming down his face.

“Huh-He’s guh-guh-gone,” Bill sobs.

Robert ushers him inside without another word. He lets Bill bundle up in his bed, pulling the covers up his chin and burying his face in the pillows. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognizes some form of guilt for letting Robert’s pillows get so wet, but that’s the least of his worries at the moment.

“Billy.” Robert kneels by the edge of the bed. Through blurry eyes, Bill can see his eyebrows furrow in concern. “What happened?” Bill shakes his head. He can’t. He can’t say it. Saying it makes it too real. “C’mon, you can do it. I know you can. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“St-Stanley. He - He’s-” Bill doesn’t get to finish before a fresh wave of tears wash over him. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

Robert scoops him up in his arms, cuddling him close to his chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”

And Bill can do nothing but believe him.

Bill wakes up about an hour later to Robert gently mouthing at his neck, his hand gripping Bill’s hip hard enough to leave bruises. Bill grumbles softly and tries to roll away, but Robert tugs him back. He moves the hand on his hip to wrap tightly around Bill’s waist, effectively pinning him against him.

“‘M tt-tired,” Bill whines, voice still sore from crying.

“Had a dream,” Robert mumbles. His breath against his neck makes Bill’s skin prickle, but not in the same way Stan’s lips had. “A good dream. Need your help.”

“Ruh-Robert,” Bill huffs.

Not now, he wants to say. Not after he just got his heart stolen from his body.

“I’ll help you look for Stanley tomorrow,” Robert says. He’s moved on to mouthing at Bill’s jaw. “I always help you.”

Bill’s resolve crumbles. How is he supposed to argue with that? “Ff-Fine.”

He reaches down for Robert’s belt, but Robert catches his wrist in one, big hand and pins it above his head. It has Bill’s heart pounding in his ears and ice filling his veins.

“I have a better idea.”

Bill squirms, hoping it’ll convince Robert to let him go, but all it does is egg him on. He squeezes his wrists tighter, until Bill has to grit his teeth to stop himself from flinching.

“I’ve nuh-never - Wuh-We’ve never-”

“We can look all day tomorrow.”

“I - I don’t know.”

Robert sighs heavily. “A man will only be so satisfied with blow jobs, Billy.”

And, God, Bill just wants to go home. He hasn’t wanted to go there in so long but right now it’s the only place he can think of. He wants to fucking go home. He wants his mom to hold him and tell him he’s going to be alright. He wants his dad to hug him tight and promise to keep him safe.

He just wants to be okay.

“All day?” he asks weakly.

Robert nods. “All day.”

“Oh-Okay.”

The first thing Stan notices when he wakes up is that he’s cold.

The second thing is that it’s dark. Too dark to see anything.

The third is that he can’t fucking move.

His hands are behind his back, rope biting into his wrists. His legs are curled underneath him. He doesn’t think he could stand if he wanted to (which he does, he really, really does) but his ankles are tied together anyway. And his back aches from being hunched over for God knows how long. He tries to sit up straight, but something yanks him back down.

And then he stays there like that for what feels like at least a thousand years.

When a door is finally opened, it’s almost too much to bare. The light is dim, barely there, but Stan still has to squint to get used to it.

And in the doorway is a man. A very familiar man, in fact. A man who knows his exact address after picking up his dumbass friend at 1 in the morning.

“Good morning,” says Robert.

He’s grinning wildly and Stan wants to fucking cry. He wants to sob until his lungs give out, and then he wants to cry some more.

He can feel the beginning of pinprick tears forming behind his eyes, and he bites the inside of his cheek harshly to stop them from spilling out. He may be a coward but he’ll be damned if he lets Robert know that.

“Aren’t you going to say hello?” Robert says cheerily.

Stan doesn’t answer. He’s too focused on other things, like not crying in front of a psycho kidnapper.

“Awe, Stanny, that’s not very polite.”

He crosses the last few steps to ruffle Stan’s hair and Stan fucking breaks. A sob wrenches its way out of his throat, making his shoulders shake and eyes burn. Tears dribble pathetically down his cheeks, landing in tiny puddles on the floor.

“I’m suh-sorry,” Stan manages to choke out. “Wh-Wh-Whatever - Whatever I dd-duh-did. I’m sorry.” He flinches as Robert cards his fingers through his hair, wrenching his head back when his fingers catch on the curls. “Please.”

Stan doesn’t know what he’s begging for, all he knows is that it doesn’t work. Because Robert fucking laughs, all loud and boisterous, as if Stan’s told him one of Richie’s shitty jokes.

“Oh, Stanny,” he murmurs. He moves to grasp Stan’s chin with one hand, squeezing his cheeks and pressing dirty nails into his skin. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had just kept your hands off of what’s mine.”

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King of Prism Road to Shiny Seven Stars event 4 translation

Trouble! Go Wild! JOKER JOKER!

Since this is the fourth event in the Road to SSS series, you may want to read the previous ones if you haven’t yet:

Road to SSS 1 Main Story Road to SSS 2 Main Story Road to SSS 3 Main Story

Translator’s notes: SO. MUCH. HAPPENS. IN. THIS. EVENT. I forgot how huge it was. So first of all, this was Joji’s debut event at the time. (By that I mean, the first event he appeared in after he became playable on Prism Rush.) But not only that, this event gave The Shuffle real dialogue on Prism Rush for the first time and featured Ace in his first non behind the scenes role A-N-Y-W-H-E-R-E (as far as I know). I also feel like this event was when Alexander first became... a good guy? By that I mean like... I think it was first time he was shown as having any other motivation besides blind revenge. But despite this being billed as a Joji/Alec event, pretty much everyone has character development in this event. It even furthers the Shin/Louis plot (See: Louis’ card story for more) and it even has a HUGE tangent about Hiro’s backstory. (This part I translated previously so if you feel like you may have already read it, you probably have. Again that’s why the images are slightly smaller for only that part.) But anyway. Let’s dive in.

Alexander: HuuuAAAAH....!!

(The street duo tournament.... There’s no way I can let myself lose at a tournament representing the street! I have to win no matter what! Kazuki Nishina, just keep sitting pretty! I’ll be coming for you soon!)

Jin: Alexander Yamato... You sure seem fired up.

Alexander: ...Hmph. You, huh.

Jin: It’s good that you have the drive for competition. But aren’t you forgetting about the most important thing, your partner?

Alexander: ...............

I.. I won’t lose, even if I have to enter alone--

Jin: Alexander. That was not what I was asking. Have you decided on your partner, or not? “I can’t win with Louis Kisaragi. We’re too different. I’ll find my own partner that will guarantee the win” .... Those were your own words. So don’t tell me you have forgotten.

Alexander: Gah.....!

Jin: Schwarz Rose is owed much compensation for representing such a low life like you...

Do you hear me!?

Alexander: ........

Jin: Hmph. You have gotten awfully quiet all of a sudden. Well listen up. You think you have already won when don’t even have the basic credentials to enter. At this rate you’ve already lost before the tournament has even began. I won’t be overlooking this insubordination.

You WILL find a partner within the next few days and you WILL bring back that title for Schwarz Rose!

This is an order. Surely even you are smart enough to understand that you have no choice?

Alexander: ......Grr.............

Jin: Heh heh. If you don’t like the heat then you can just get out of the kitchen. But if that’s how you want to do things, then the security you have here is gone.

Alexander: .......... (I’ve got my motorcycle loan and parking fees... as much as I hate to admit it, I can’t afford to risk not playing his game.)

(Meanwhile, at Edel Rose.)

Shin: First Kouji-san paired with Minato-san, and now Yukinojo-san and Kakeru-san are a pair too. Everyone is slowly beginning to prepare for the duo tournament. (Louis asked me to be his partner too, but... We’re from different organizations, so I don’t even know if that’s possible.... !?)

Kakeru: Oh what’s this? Shin-chawan are you spacing out on us?

Shin: ...Aaah! I’m sorry! I was just thinking about the duo tournament...

Yukinojo: You’re still in the midst of figuring out who to pair with, aren’t you Shin?

Shin: Uh... um... ummm...

Kakeru: Oh? It sounds like you already have someone in mind?

Shin: (What should I do... I guess it’s not a good idea to tell them about my conversation with Louis...? I have done a few jobs with Louis before, so I think the others have gotten to know him a little.)

(But if I just up and say I want to pair with someone from Schwarz Rose, how will they react.... I’m too scared to bring it up. So I haven’t been able to tell Leo-kun the truth either...) ....Oh... n-now that you mention it, what made the two of you decide to pair up so suddenly?

Kakeru: Oh? Us?

Shin: Yeah. From watching your shows, I got the impression that your styles are totally different... And I had no idea either of you were all that interested in the duo tournament either....?

Kakeru: Ahh yeah, things started out that way.

Yukinojo: Indeed. I felt lost when it came to the street style.

Shin: So, what happened...?

Kakeru: Well you see... it was actually pretty crazy ♪

Yukinojo: Yes. It’s hard to narrow it down to one sentence, but thanks to Kakeru I was able to... open the door to a whole new world.

Shin: A new... world...

(At Schwarz Rose)

Alexander: (... Gah. Everywhere I look, nothing but wussies. There’s no one here worthy of being my partner... Huh? Someone’s still practicing at this hour?)

Louis: ......

Alexander: That’s... Louis Kisaragi.... (He’s not exactly street, but I have to admit he does have a lot of potential. I guess at the rate things have been going, he may be my only option.)

…Yo.

Louis: Hey. What is it?

Alexander: GAH!

(Wha… What just happened?! It was like everything turned all sparkly for a sec.)

Louis: Alec-kun? What’s wrong?

Alexander: … Umm nothing… just… Nice weather we’re having isn’t it?

Louis: Huh…?

*RUMBLE RUMBLE CRASH*

Louis: .......

Ehehe. I see, you like thunder don’t you?

Alexander: N.. No I wasn’t expecting that. Actually I prefer it sunny. Riding to school in the rain is a pain in the ass.

Louis: I… see?

Alexander: Yeah…

Louis: ………

Alexander: .......... (This is so awkward.) Uh…. um so… how should I say this… do you have… someone…?

Louis: ….Someone? Like who?

Alexander: …GAH. I mean… In other words… do you have a… partner, you decided on.

Louis: …Oh. Yes, I do… From the bottom of my heart I know that I have…

Alexander: (UGH I shouldn’t have bothered to ask. He’s already got a partner for the duo tour–)

Louis: –Someone I love.

*THUMP!*

Louis: Ah! Are you okay? Did you slip on the ice? Here, let me give you a hand…

Alexander: I don’t need any help! Ow that hurt. Ugh.... Nobody asked about your love life... I wasn’t talking about that. I meant... the duo tournament....

Louis: Ah, so that’s what you meant. Well, I...

(Shin...)

....*sudden gasp of pain*

Alexander: !? H-Hey! What’s going on!?

Louis: .....Ah.... *catching his breath*

Alexander: Hey, are you OK!?

Louis: ...Y... Yeah.... I’m fine.... Ahah. I guess I practiced a bit too hard.

Alexander: ....... You looked really pale.... (He doesn’t seem to be in very good physical condition... well he probably wasn’t ever very robust in the first place. I can’t have him dropping dead in the middle of the competition or something... Ugh. Guess I’l have to find someone else.)

Louis: I’m sorry, um... what were we just talking about? The duo tournament?

Alexander: ....Never mind, forget I said anything. Get some rest and look after yourself, OK? I don’t have time to carry you to the infirmary if you overwork yourself.

Louis: ........... Alec-kun, you are always very kind. .....Thank you.

Alexander: Hmph. You don’t listen to a thing I say.

Louis: Eheh.

(Later)

Alexander: ....Dammit. Now that Louis Kisaragi is out, I have to find some other--

???: Alexander Yamato? Have you already broken up with your partner before even starting practice...?

Alexander: Ugh... You again. The whiny clown with too much time on his hands.

Joji: Time on my hands? Me? HAH! I have plenty of w-o-r-k to do! You look like you’re the one who’s got nothing going on. Seems your precious spot in the duo tournament is slipping away♪ I think you’re in need of some help. What do you say? If you get on your knees and beg just a little, then maybe just maybe I’ll throw you a bone...

Alexander: .......

Joji: Just kidding of course! I’m so super busy it would be just impossible times infinity!★

Alexander: YOU JERK......!!!

Joji: Ahaha so scawwy! See you! I’ll come back around when I feel like gracing you with my presence again!

*exit footsteps*

Alexander: HAH! Like I’m the one who has to beg! Well don’t worry, I wouldn’t pair with you if you were the last guy on earth!

Joji (Alexander’s flashback): Impossible times infinity!★

Alexander: SHUT UP!!!!!!! Ugh.... even when he’s not here he still manages to piss me off....

(But if things keep going at this rate...)

(Later)

Joji: AaahhhaAA I’m so busy lately! TV shows, movies, commercials! It’s like I’m being pulled in a million directions at once! No matter how much they insist, there is only so much one person can take!

But that’s just the life of me, Joji Takanobaba, the backbone of our Schwarz Rose!

Ace: ……..Hmph. You’re just cleaning up all the leftover jobs that Louis and Alec rejected.

Joji: Ooh? Did I just hear the whisper of a voice of some third rate nobody blowing in the wind?

Ace: If you’re the one relying on this third rate voice, what “rate” does that make you?

Joji: …You have a point.

Ace: Huh..?!

Joji: To think all those guys chose to hire me, Joji Takadanobaba, over Louis and Alexander!

Ace: ….*sigh* Your real talent is only hearing what you want to hear, isn’t it.

Joji: It’s like I just keep on working, even in my sleep! I’m totally like a… work-a-something or other…?

Ace: Yeah, yeah.

Tsurugi: That’s our Joji!

Kokoro: Isn’t it great!

Mondo: Be careful not to overwork yourself.

Mitsuba: Take it easy….

Joji: No problem!★ Every challenge is a gift thanks to my amazing charm! I don’t have even a single second to prepare. Just the other day during a recording, I had to ad-lib and ended up hitting on my costar. But she was totally into it! Even if I cloned myself a million times there’d still not be enough Joji to go around!!

Ace: Uh-huh, yeah good for you.

Joji: But this is all natural due to the appeal of the definite ace and leader of The Shuffle. But I’m so jealous of all you guys and your free time!

Tsurugi: Yeah! You’re just so busy Joji!

Mitsuba: You always work so hard! I totally get it!

Mondo: But cheers to you, leader.

Kokoro: We all made it this far because you’re our leader, Joji!

Joji: Of course of course. No need to tell me what I already know!

Ace: (….I really can’t stand that guy.)

(At the Schwarz Rose bath)

Louis: ............

Jin: Ahhh Louis.... You grow more beautiful every time I see you.....

Louis: .............

Jin: .....Louis? What’s wrong? You don’t seem well.

Louis: ....No. I’m fine.

Jin: I see. Oh yes, about the duo tournament...

Louis: ......!

Jin: Alexander is saying he will find someone else... what are you thinking?

Louis: I.... I.... (Shin.......)

Jin: .........

....Well, you can do whatever you want. I already know full well of your talent. There is no need for you to enter in an unbefitting street tournament.

Louis: ....Yeah.

Jin: Heh heh.... Ahh, Louis... Your beauty is one of a kind. Instead of being thrown into a ring with a bunch of ruffians, you deserve to sit upon a pedestal of grace....

Louis: ...........

Jin: (But it’s hard to imagine that Alexander will actually find a partner... And in that case, the participants entering from Schwarz Rose will be zero.)

....No, THAT IS NOT AN OPTION! But....

Subordinate: Excuse me. Director Jin, these arrived for you...

Jin: What’s this...? A letter... this is... a printout of a bunch of emails? And it’s really long. What in the world--

.......... .................!! That imbecile....! Tarnishing the noble reputation of the black rose....

(....Wait, hold on? Perhaps I can use this to my advantage....) ....Heh.

Louis: ...........

(Meanwhile)

Joji: ...And guess what, my co-star that time, she--

Jin: JOJI TAKADANOBABA!

Joji: EEK!

D.. Director! ♪ What brings you here!? Ah! Could it be you came to cheer us on before our recording session? No worries, we’ll be sure to do our very best!★

The Shuffle: ……

Jin: You can save your breath, Joji Takanababa! …All these complaint notices came for you today!!

*flumpf flumpf flumpf*

Joji: Aah! (You don’t have to throw them at me…)

Jin: Why are you looking me like that? Is that look in your eyes... rebellion?

Joji: No no no no! Of course not! And what’s all this...? Could it be? A bunch of steamy letters from my female fans!?

Mondo: Let me see…

Kokoro: Ummm…

Tsurugi: “We hereby deny any physical contact between Joji Takadanobana and the female actresses and performers from our talent agency"…?

Mitsuba: “One ‘Joji Takadanobaba’ of your agency has caused our company trouble on numerous occasions due to actions outside of the realm of reasonable common sense.”

Joji: Hey hey what’s with those faces! Why did everyone suddenly get so shy!

Ace: This guy’s positive attitude just can’t be beat…

Jin: JOJI TAKADANOBABA SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!!!!!!

Joji: EEK! Sorry very sorry!!

Jin: It looks like you have a lot of time on your hands. If you’ve got enough time to fool around like this, then I’ll just have to find more work for you to do.

Joji: Wha... whaaaat.....

Jin: Do you have some kind of objection?

Joji: No way no how! I’d love more work! The more the better!

Ace: ....Heh heh.

Jin: Good. So you’ll be entering the upcoming street duo competition then.

Joji: Got it!! Loud and clear!! Of course I’l enter! It will be my pleaaaaasure!

Joji will do his best for you! Joy!★

(Later)

Joji: GRRRR! This is THE! WORST! Why do I have to perform a show with some street ruffian!! The street style is filled with nothing but more jerks like that muscle meathead for sure.

No way! NOOOO WAY! I can’t think of any worse torture than being totally surrounded by muscle meatheads!

Ace: A street duo tournament….

Mitsuba: “Duo” means….

Tsurugi: …That it’s for pairs right?

Mondo: So in other words…

Kokoro: Joji is going to need a partner…

Joji: I mean seriously! I’m only being forced to enter this thing because Alec said he wouldn’t pair with Louis, right?! Did he even stop to think about what it’s going to be like when I’m surrounded by all those freaks! They have got muscles up to their eyelids! Besides, I’m busy! I don’t have time for some stupid Duo Tournament….

Everyone else: *whisper whisper whisper* Agreed? On three!

Joji: Hm? Are you doing some kind of aerobics over there or something?

Ace: The director’s word is absolute around here! Isn’t that right, “leader”?

Mitsuba: So, that means....

Tsurugi: You’re going to be in the duo tournament, aren’t you!?

Joji: But, I don’t wanna....

Ace: We!

Kokoro: Are always!

Mondo: Ready!

Mitsuba: For anything!

Tsurugi: We’ll do our best! Together!

Joji: AAAAARGH get out of my face! You pests! Have you listened to a single thing I’ve said--

.....Oh, I see♪ Hey you guys, how about one of you puts on a disguise and enters for me? Then two of you can be in the competition!

Everyone else: Oh what a great idea! / Let’s get right on it! / Well then, I’ll be the one to play Joji....

Joji: Ahah, problem solved★ Nothing like having underlings to back you up! I was third place in the Prism King Cup! I’m the next generation academy champ for sure! AHAHA!!

(At a nearby university campus)

Hiro: Sorry to trouble you, but could I borrow your notes from class?

I couldn’t make it to class earlier because I had a job. This professor always explains the most important parts out loud, so...

Yay! Thank you so much! This is a big help!

Well, as thanks, how about we have lunch together?

(In the cafeteria)

Girls: EEEE! It’s Hiro-sama! / Please sign this! / Please shake my hand!

Hiro: Of course I will! Thank you for your support, everyone!

Girls: EEEE! / EEEEEE! / EEEEEEE!

Kazuki: ..........(Hiro never changes, does he...)

(He’s really got a bright smile on his face for someone who was up almost all night recording.... He really is a pro, isn’t he. But, oh yeah... it’s about time I got a clear answer out of him!) Hiro!

Hiro: Oh....

Hi there, Kazuki! Are you here for lunch? I’ve just sat down to lunch with everyone. Oh yeah! This girl here says she’s from Aomori! Just like Taiga, right?

Kazuki: ..Huh? Oh, um… yeah….

Hiro: Hey Kazuki, how about you stop just standing there and come sit down and eat with us?

Kazuki: What?! Um.. I… I don’t really….

Hiro: Ehehe. But isn’t it fun to sit down to a lively lunch surrounded by girls every so often?

Kazuki: …………. (I can’t handle this. I just can’t keep up with Hiro’s pace.)

Hiro: Okay, let’s eat! *chomp* Wow… it’s so good! ….HUH?! Wait a minute. The seasoning on this hamburger lunch set…. this is....!

*gets up and starts walking around*

Kazuki: …Hiro? What’s wrong?

Hiro: WHERE ARE YOU. I KNOW YOU’RE HERE SOMEWHERE…. Aha! I recognize that distinctive ponytail. There’s no mistaking!

???: .........!

Hiro: Kouji! I knew you had to be here somewhere!

Kouji: Hey. Ehehe how did you know?

Hiro: Don’t you realize how many times I’ve eaten your cooking?! I knew immediately.

Hiro: That’s just like you, Hiro. I’m so happy.

Kazuki: But woah, I wasn’t expecting you to just walk right out of the dining hall kitchen like that. Does this mean…

Kouji: I asked the lunch ladies if I could make a special lunch just for today! Hand-ground hamburger steak with a double-cheese blanket and home-grown vegetable saute. What did you think? Was it good?

Hiro: Of course it was! You made it, after all! The creamy sauce perfectly complimented the strongly seasoned hamburger. As soon as it entered my mouth, the cheese and the meaty flavor, both equally enjoyable, were bundled together...

And it was almost like... it was like I was actually being rolled up in a warm blanket. What a heartwarming lunch!

GIrl 1: ....Wow, that sounds good.... I think I’ll have what he’s having....

Girl 2: M-Me too! One special lunch please!!

*rush for the lunch line*

Kouji: It’s alright everyone, no need to rush! There is plenty more where that came from. No worries!

Kazuki: The line is suddenly around the room....

Hiro: Eheh! Everyone’s just so excited to try Kouji’s food.

Kouji: Well, it’s really thanks to your glowing review.

Hiro: With how delicious your food was, I just couldn’t help myself. I wouldn’t have said all that if I didn’t truly mean it. Oh yeah, so Kazuki are you going to sit with us or what?

Kazuki: U… Umm.. it looks kinda… full already…. Y… Y’know what, I think I need to get going anyway. See you later Hiro, Kouji!

Kazuki-admiring students: Ah, Kazuki-san wait up! / Are you going to get ready for class?! We’ll help you! / Kazuki-san! I’ll carry your bag today!

*students follow Kazuki*

Hiro: ….He left.

Kouji: From the looks of it... You haven’t given Kazuki your answer yet, have you Hiro?

Hiro: ...What answer?

Kouji: …Never mind. With you always surrounded in girls and Kazuki always surrounded in boys, our group is really popular isn’t it.

(At Edel Rose)

Shin: I’m home! ...Oh, Kakeru-san, Yukinojo-san, and Minato-san! You’re all back too?

Yukinojo: Yes. Welcome home, Shin. Currently the 2nd years are having meetings with their school advisers about planning future career paths. So students who don’t have a meeting scheduled for that day may leave earlier.

Shin: I see... future career paths, huh....

Kakeru: Welcome back! And you brought Taiga-kyun with you. Was there any trouble today?

Shin: Ah no, no trouble! He didn’t suddenly disappear or have seven cats pop out of his shirt or anything!

Taiga: …….What kind of person do you guys think I am….

Minato: Hey, welcome back you two. I have just finished baking tarte tatin. So wash up and come get some. The junior high crew should be arriving home soon as well, so why don’t we all have tea together.

Shin: All right! Hey, hey, Kakeru-san!

Kakeru: Hm?

Shin: I was just thinking of that “crazy” thing you said happened to you earlier... could you tell me what it was?

Kakeru: Crazy thing.... Ohhh yeah I never finished that story did I? Okay, okay! Now’s time for a different kind of tea!

Shin: Yay! Thank you!

Leo: We’re home.

Yu; We’re home.

Taiga: ...Oh, Leo and Yu are home.

Minato: Eheh, perfect timing ♪

(Later)

Shin: .... Whaaa! So you and Yukinojo-san performed a duo show in Kyoto!?

Kakeru: That’s riiight! A lot of crazy coincidences strung together and that was the result♪ It turns out there’s a place just like that Nest of Dragon Taiga’s always going to in Kyoto too!

Yukinojo: It’s called Shabadaba. We really only wanted to peak in out of curiosity, but one thing led to another.

Kakeru: We really ended up making a name for ourselves for two guys who just stumbled in. Eh, “Hana-chan”?

Yukinojo: Heheh. That name just came out of nowhere, didn’t it “Juu-chan”.

Leo: Yuki-sama and Kakeru-kun improvised a duo show.... really...

Kakeru: Oh yeah. We heard a rumor that there were some suuuper strong prism stars there. But all we ended up running into were some brutish street gang members and... who was it? Tuba-cheeks and Ham-cheese?

Yukinojo: Yubacchi and Hamocchi, I think?

Kakeru: Ahhh yeah that was it!

Yukinojo: But anyway, we ended up having a very fulfilling experience. I had never been to such a place before.

Kakeru: Me neither! And we just ended up getting so wrapped up in it all that it was like... why don’t we just team up and go for it? Y’know?

Leo: I see....

Taiga: ......

Yu: So there’s a club like that in Kyoto too, huh. Seems kind of out of place.

Kakeru: Not exactly!

Shin: Hmm?

Minato: What do you mean, Kazuo?

Kakeru: I got interested so I did a little digging. And places like that have started popping up everywhere! It seems they exist all over the country! Street battle arena kinda places, I mean.

....And by the way, my name is Kakeru, Minatocchi.

Minato: Names are important. A Kazuo by any other name would not be Kazuo.

Yukinojo: Minato always has a comeback.

Kakeru: Grrr.... So mission “casually slip in name corrections” is a flop....

Yu: So are places like Nest of Dragon really everywhere?

Kakeru: Yes, yes indeed! Look here! It’s a list of all of them all around the country.

Minato: Wow! There’s so many! I had no idea.

Taiga: *gasp*

...Wow. All of this is for the street style...

Shin: Yukinojo-san, Kakeru-san! I can’t wait to see your duo show!

Yukinojo: Heheh. I thought the street style was quite a high hurdle for me to overcome...

But as long as I’m with Kakeru, somehow I feel like I can do it.

Kakeru: Wowee, chan-Yuki! What a gracious compliment! The truth is I wasn’t interested in the street style at all beforehand either.

Leo: You weren’t?

Kakeru: Not really. Well, at first I thought it wasn’t my style. But they always say you should try anything at least once! So before overthinking it, I decided to just jump right in.

Shin: Wow...! The two of you look so radiant!

Leo: (Yuki-sama looks like he’s having so much fun... The truth is, it’s making me feel a little lonely.... But.)

I will be cheering you on with all I’ve got!

Yu: I never thought I’d see you two participating in the street style...

Kakeru: Well, what about you lil’ bro? Why don’t you find yourself a partner?

Yu: Nah. I’m not really all that interested in the first place.

Kakeru: So that means it’s currently Shin-chawan, Taiga-kyun, and Leo-kyun who are seeking out partners, huh?

Leo: Ah, Shin-kun said he has a memorial service. So he won’t be able to participate in the tournament at all.

Shin: OH!! Um yeah about that...

Kakeru: Really!? That’s too bad. But I guess it can’t be helped then.

Minato: Even if you can’t participate in this one, maybe you can participate when it comes around again.

Yukinojo: Indeed. You may want to take this chance to train for a future opportunity.

Shin: Ah... Um... I see..... Ah... ahah.... (I missed my chance to tell the truth again.)

Taiga: ..........

(Taiga Flashback)

Kouji: Perhaps the true appeal of the duo tournament is the chance to try out a new method of performing.

Hiro: I’m really looking forward to seeing who you end up pairing with, Taiga!

Kazuki: I think it would be great if you could find a partner you are comfortable around, without needing to to overthink things. I have never had an official battle with you, Taiga.

But if we ever do, I’m really looking forward to seeing how it’d go!

(End Taiga flashback)

Taiga: .....What should I do...

(At a certain recording studio)

TV Host: And now, finally it’s time for the “Let’s Try Delicacies of the World” special program! Today’s guests are the members of the current hot group, The Shuffle!

Joji: Hello everyone! ♪

TV Host: Are you going to be OK? We bring out some pretty surprising delicacies on this show…

Joji: No problem-o! No matter what I have to eat, I’m planning on enJOYing it with everyone! Let’s eat, and eat, and stuff ourselves silly!☆

(Is this for REAL?! I took 3rd place in the Prism King Cup. What am I doing on some kind of joke program like this…. Well, I did warn the staff in advance that they better not give me anything weird ♪)

(Backstage, before the recording)

Ace: Excuse me! Do you think you could swap Joji’s plate to this one?

Staff 1: Huh…? Um… And you are…?

Ace: Ah! Um… I am….

Staff 2: Oh you’re from YMT right…

Ace: Ah, yes, yes I am. (Phew…!)

Staff 1: Even for a show about rare delicacies, this is a pretty high hurdle…

Ace: It’s fine! You see, the truth is, we can’t let it get publicized but Joji actually likes this kind of stuff.

Staff 2: Oh really! I had no idea… Well, we’ll do this one then!

Ace: Thank you! I just know Joji will eat it right up…

(… Isn’t that right, Mr. Definite “Ace” of The Shuffle…)

(Flashback end)

TV Host: The next delicacy is... tada! “Prairie Oysters”!!

Joji: (The heck? Never heard of it.)

TV Host: In America they call these “Rocky Mountain Oysters”… Well, here you are Joji Takadanobaba! Have a taste!

Joji: Okay! What are these? They just look like regular fried food on the outside.

(Not being about to see what’s on the inside is making me kiiiiIIIIIInnndaaa uneasy…. but at least there is a skewer through them…) Well, here goes! ...Hm?!

TV Host: How does it taste?

Joji: These... These are...

These are really good!! Hope you don’t mind if I just keep on eating!★ (Jeez don’t scare me like that. I got really worked up for nothing over what a weird delicacy these things were made out to be!)

TV Host: Well then Joji-kun, do you have any idea what they could be made of…?

Joji: Huh?! I have no idea! They taste all… soft… Could it be foie gras? It tastes quite refined★

TV Host: I see, I see. Well, let’s reveal the correct answer… now! They are actually a bull’s… *cough* that area.

Joji: BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Tsurugi: Oh no, Joji!

Kokoro: It’s OK. We won’t let anyone see you like this. *blocks camera*

Mondo: Here you are Joji, have some water.

Mitsuba: And some chocolate to cleanse your palette!

Joji: Yaay yay! I’m so full of JOY!★ The Shuffle is the BEST!

(FOR REAL?! How could this happen! I was very specific about not being fed weird things!)

Ace: Ahaha! That was the best! Joji’s reaction was just as I expected. (This was really what I was supposed to eat. But since they stuffed me backstage, I couldn’t let it go to waste. Hahah!)

(Later)

Joji: (Ahhh... that was so awful....)

Kokoro: Joji, leave it to us!

Mondo: We’ll take care of eating…

Mitsuba: …the next food…

Tsurugi: ….for you!

Joji: Yeah, yeah sure whatever go ahead. I’m going to take a nap…. *flop*

Tsurugi: All right!

Kokoro: Okay! It’s gonna be me!

Mitsuba: No, me!

Mondo: No, no! ME!

Joji: Hey hey, just make up your minds already. If you really can’t work it out, then I’ll just choose–

All Four: Ah! After you! No after you! No, you go ahead!

Joji: Now you’re just trying to pin it it on each other!

(Around that time, at Edel Rose)

Shin: (To think Kakeru-san and Yukinojo-san performed a duo show in Kyoto...)

(That was really surprising! And super exciting to hear!)

So they found a place to practice street shows... Oh yeah, Taiga goes to a place like that sometimes too, doesn’t he?

(Speaking of Taiga-kun, I really thought he’d enter the tournament with Kazuki-san. I was surprised to hear neither of them have official partners yet... But never mind that!!)

…..Aaahhh…. and I still haven’t told Leo-kun the truth….. And I feel like I haven’t seen Louis around lately either....

…..Louis… I wonder if we can really do a duo show together….

(Come to think of it, I can’t even imagine what Louis doing a street-style show would even look like….)

……

….Louis….

Even when it’s only been a short time since I’ve last seen him, it always feels like it’s been forever.

I wonder when I’ll see him next? Surely I’ll see him again before long.

(On the street)

Taiga: ........ (For once nobody is here. ....Well, with the mood I’m in that’s a good thing.) To think that Tachibana-senpai paired with Kazuo.

(I really thought Kazuki-san was the only partner for me... but then I wouldn’t be able to test my strength against him...)

He’s not my partner. He’s my opponent!

(It’s not the same I guess, but before this pair stuff started happening I thought we had the battle experience of a lifetime together ... I even received a compliment bigger than myself. But like Kazuki-san said, we have never battled against each other officially before. Just chasing after him takes all my effort. Of course I don’t think I’m on equal footing with him.....)

---The ultimate rival.

Taiga: No, um, I know better than anyone that I’m not ready for that yet!!

But, some day I want to be worthy of being called that by you, Kazuki-san.

???: ....Hmph, you again.

Taiga: ...! Alexander.... Is there anywhere you don’t randomly appear?

Alexander: Huh?!? That’s my line.

Taiga: This is my practice area. If you’re here I can’t focus.

Alexander: Hah! Just the addition of one person throws off your entire groove? Pfft.

Taiga: …WHAT.

Alexander: WHAT.

(Across the way)

Kazuki: ........ I just can’t get him to talk to me. ...I wonder if I should just give up?

(Of course I can’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do... )

...Dammit! But if I don’t do something nothing will change. (In order to change Hiro’s heart... In order to change the way things are, I should start with myself.)

Okay! I’ll start by working up a good sweat to clear my head--

???: ....Well, anyway you’re in my space! I already told you! Find somewhere else!

Kazuki: Huh? Those voices... Taiga and Alec?

Alexander: Hmph! I don’t remember when you became the boss of me! If you don’t like it, then you get out!

Taiga: ....Gah. All you do is get in my way....!

Alexander: Well what are you going to do about it? Make me? You? I don’t think so.

Taiga: SHUT UPPPP!!!! Well you know what, maybe I will!

Kazuki: Hey hey hey hey you guys! What’s the problem here?

Taiga: Kazuki-san…!

Alexander: Kazuki Nishina ….!?

Kazuki: ……..

Hey. ....Shall we dance?

Alexander: You’ve got to be kidding. Of all the things to say...

Taiga: Wha...!?

Kazuki: Oh come on! I think we’re all in the mood to get out some energy.

Taiga: Well... Well dancing with you is one thing, but THIS jerk...

Alexander: HAH! I have no reason to pal around with you two!

Kazuki: ….I’m not saying we all need to get along. I think we should be able to dance in our own way, however we like. With freedom! We can use each other’s energy as fuel for our own dance. Besides, it’s more fun with a crowd, and before we know it all of our worries will all be danced away… right?

Alexander: ..........

Taiga: (Kazuki-san.... His voice and expression is completely normal.... But it seems like there’s something on his mind?)

….......

Kazuki-san, I’m in!

Kazuki: Glad to hear it! Thanks Taiga!

Alexander: ….Hmph. Guess I have no choice. I’ll show you what real dancing looks like.

Kazuki: Well alright then, let’s get to it! Music… start!

♪~ ♪♪~

Kazuki: Huuuaaaah....!!

Taiga: (Woah... Kazuki-san is really going full force..!)

---The ultimate rival.

Taiga: *deep breath*

(Oh yeah. If all I do is sit back and admire him nothing will change. I have to copy the things that make me admire him... and make them my own!)

Kazuki: HUAH! Burning Splash!

Taiga: Huaaaaaah! Soul Splash!

Alexander: …Oh!

(Heh… You know what, they’re pretty good.)

Jin (Alexander’s flashback): You WILL find a partner within the next few days and you WILL bring back that title for Schwarz Rose!

Alexander: (You know, those two might be worth considering… for the street-style tourna….)

(Ah! What am I thinking! Me partner with one of those losers? HAH! Not in a million years! UGH!)

HUaaaaaaaaAAAA! Steel 6-Pack Core Wonder!!

♪ ♪ ~ ♪ ~ ♪ ~

Hiro: Huh? That’s... Kazuki and Taiga... and Alec too.

Kouji: Eheh. It looks like they’re having a great time. You can feel the passion radiating from their dancing even from all the way over here.

Hiro: ............. Street-style battles.... huh.... Haha, this place is nostalgic, isn’t it?

Kouji: Oh yeah. The first time you ever danced together with Kazuki was here wasn’t it? This place serves as a memento of your battle with him...

Hiro: A memento, huh.... it’s not exactly of a good memory though.....

Kouji: But it’s because we’ve had that history that the three of us were able to come together in the first place.

Hiro: Kouji....

Kouji: No matter who you were in the past, I believe in who you are now. Surely by now I have come to know at least a little about who you truly are, and how much prism shows mean to you...

Hiro: ............

It’s more than just a little.

“No matter who I was in the past”... huh...

You know.... just hearing you say that, Kouji, makes me like my past self just a little bit more.

Kouji ....Hey, Hiro.

Hiro: What?

Kouji: When we were at lunch together, Kazuki looked like he wanted to talk to you about something.... are you avoiding him on purpose?

Hiro: ..........

Kouji: And I have one more question. Just now you felt something stir from deep inside your heart while you were just watching Kazuki, Taiga, and Alec dance. Am I wrong?

Hiro: .....Darn. I can’t get anything past you, can I?

Kouji: I had this nagging feeling that maybe you weren’t avoiding Kazuki per se, but actually trying to avert yourself from the street style altogether. Of course, I know you probably have your reasons but...

Hiro: Because I... am the definitive idol, Hiro Hayami! .......Well, that is one reason... but really..... That isn’t all.

Kouji: I figured.

Hiro: .... Kouji, would you mind listening to a story from my past?

Kouji: Of course I don’t mind.

Hiro: Very soon after I was born, I was sent to Kumamoto prefecture... to a church in Amakusa. It was there that the Father and a Sister of the church raised me.

I was very happy there. They loved me very much and treated me as though I was their own child....

I was raised in a loving environment. I was just like everyone else... just like any kid who had a normal family.

....But after a few years passed, the two of them both died in an unexpected accident....

I was moved to a children’s home in Kumamoto.

Child: Hah! If you don’t like it, come at me! You baby!

Young Hiro: Shut your face! I’m not a baby! Take this!

(punching sound effect)

Child: HAHAH! What was that, a fly?! You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that!

Young Hiro: Dammit.... I’m not finished yet!

---At the children’s home there were lots of other kids my age. They had already formed a close bond, and when I suddenly thrown into mix they weren’t very welcoming.

As I got older, I began to let myself get carried away more often. Even in my past I never liked losing, so I was getting into fights every day. It didn’t matter how much bigger or older my opponent was, I wouldn’t quit until I’d won.

I worked really hard to find any way to win. So I would not lose. And I just kept winning, and winning, and winning...

To me, fighting... “battling”.... was... it was just what I had to do in order to prove myself, in order to survive.

...I know things are different now, and the duo tournament is just another show.

But, thinking about battling with other people just reminds me of that time.

Even though I never lost a fight, those weren’t exactly good memories for me.

So, as a result, I guess I have kind of been avoiding Kazuki as well.

I do feel like I need to tell him the truth, like I’m telling you... but...

Kouji: So ....There was a time in your past, when you were like that....

Hiro: You’d never guess, right? To think that me... Hiro Hayami, actually isn’t a definitive idol at all--

Kouji: Hiro Hayami is a member of Over the Rainbow, and everyone’s definitive idol!

Hiro: ...Huh?

Kouji: I think knowing that you have scars and that you’re not perfect only makes your appeal even stronger.

Hiro: .....

Kouji: I will never be like you, Hiro. There is only one “Hiro Hayami” in the entire world, right?

Hiro: Kouji......

Kouji: And of course only I can be me.

Hiro: ...Yeah. Kouji, um, thank you for standing by me all this way--no, thank you for everything always.

Kouji: ...You’re welcome.

Hiro: I’m sorry... The words won’t seem to come out right, but I really am thankful from the bottom of my heart.

Kouji: It’s okay. I know what you mean.

Hiro: I’m so glad. Really... I just... ahaha...

You know, when I think about it, it is true that the past me is what made me into the me I am today. Back in that time, I did whatever it took just to get by.

Kouji: Yeah.

Hiro: ...But, if I bring out that will to fight that I locked up inside myself, I’m afraid something in me could change...

How should I say it... I feel like I could maybe hurt someone again... hurt you... I... I’m not actually that strong. You know that better than anyone, right?

Kouji: Hiro.......

Kazuki: Aahaha here comes another one!

Burning Spiral!

Hiro: ............

Kouji: You have to be the one who makes the decision. After all, you’re the only one who can make that sort of decision for yourself.

Hiro: .....You’re right. Thanks. I’m really glad I could get to talk to you. I feel like a bit of weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

Kouji: I’m glad you talked to me too. No matter what happens, don’t just hold it all in anymore. Promise you’ll talk to me, OK?

Hiro: Okay... I promise.

Kouji: Eheh.

Hiro: Kouji, I... I just want to treasure this time I have with everyone.

Kouji: (All I can do to help is just listen....)

(But I think that by accepting his past self, a small flame was just lit deep within Hiro’s soul. I can feel it.)

(A few days later, at Schwarz Rose)

Alexander: Wha… What did you just say …!?

Joji: D.. Director!❤ Surely this must be a joke!

Jin: Do I look like I’m joking? You two will form a duo and enter in the tournament just like I said.

Alexander: B… But why him..!

Joji: T… That’s right! The two of us are just about as different as can be!

Jin: …. Was that…. resistance…?

Joji: AaAAAH! N-n-n-n-o of course not!! I would never! Your every wish is my command!★

Alexander: ………..

Jin: Alexander Yamato. You haven’t found a partner yet, have you? Since I just decided Joji will be entering, it’s perfect.

The two of you will be representing Schwarz Rose.

Joji: (I... kind of like the sound of that.) But... but but Alexander-kun doesn’t want to pair with me...

Alexander: DAMN RIGHT I DON’T.

Jin: Did I stutter? I do not repeat myself! This is not a suggestion! This is an order!

Joji: Uug....

Alexander: Dammit...

Jin: (Truth be told, if Alexander paired with Louis they would have the highest chance of winning... But I can’t put Louis through that. I’m unsure of the odds Alexander and Joji have, but...) Alright. I’ll be having you perform a duo show as exhibition for me.

Joji: Say whaaa!? Right now!?

Alexander. What!?

(And so, the two reluctantly prepared for the duo show ordered by Jin...)

Joji: UuuuGH…. How did this happen. This is just the worst worst WORST thing ever. A street-style duo tournament just sounds like a barrel of pain. And if that wasn’t bad enough, why do I have to pair with this muscle meathead?!

Alexander: Oh shut up. Quit crying. You think I want to pair with you, you barrel of cream puffs. What am I supposed to do with some pheromone squirting, flirting weirdo?! HUH?!

Louis: …………

Eheh. You guys sure get along well.

Alexander: WHAT.

Joji: WHAT?! WHAT?! HOW DO YOU FIGURE THAT?! NO WAAAY!

Louis: I’m sure your duo show… will be a lot of fun.

Everything. Will be OK.

Alexander: Hey, where do you get off saying… Huh?!

Joji: It’s like he just suddenly appeared, said what he wanted to say, and then immediately disappeared again?! AAAHaaaHHRGH! What even was that!? Everyone I meet today is just specifically out to drive me bananas....!

Alexander: ....Hey. Let’s just get this over with, playboy.

Joji: ..... Hmph. I don’t need to hear that from you, muscle meathead.

♪~♪♪~~

Jin: .....Oh ho.

Alexander: (I assumed this guy could only do namby-pamby kinda shows but…)

Joji: (…For real? I thought this guy was nothing but muscles up to his brain but…)

Alexander: (……Okay then.)

Joji: (……It’s time.) Well, let’s go it together shall we!

Straight Royal Flush Illusion!

Alexander: Hmph! Not half bad!

Guilty Aura 360!

Joji: (Alexander Yamato, huh… Well, I guess having someone like him as my accessory is the better option but…)

Alexander: (Joji Takadanobaba …. I guess he has more guts in him than the other guys around here but…)

Both: (I won’t be letting him get the better of me!!)

Jin: (They are handling this well for their first time... I guess they are both consistent performers...) Heh heh. Not bad at all. Now you better get to work. You’ll have a lot to do to prepare for the tournament.

Alexander&Joji: Gah.... / No problem!! Thank you so muuuch!

Alexander: Hmph.... Looks like I have no choice. I guess I can admit you did OK.

Joji: That’s the power of Joji★

HEY WAIT! Aren’t you supposed to say “I’m so grateful to be paired with you, the great Joji-sama!”

Both: .....Hmph.

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