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maskofmilves · 11 days ago

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Beloved (Elisabeth Sparkle x Sue)

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Summary: An alternate version of what happened when Elisabeth woke up Sue.

Warnings: Blood and violence, toxic relationship, power imbalance, Sue, love and affection

A/n: me and @eeblouissant came together for our joint slay which is Elisasue brainrot galore and I couldn't appreciate her more❤️

"You're... perfect."

That's all that came out of Elisabeth's mouth when Sue woke up. Splatters of blood were all over Elisabeth's face and coat, and the light-colored carpet was sure to leave a stain. The veins in Elisabeth's neck protruded. It hurt to move any muscle in her body. She looked down at the most beautiful being she'd ever seen. Sue was staring up at her, bloody, confused. She didn't know what was happening.

Elisabeth quickly grabbed the termination syringe and put it into her coat pocket. She didn't want her to know she attempted to kill her. Sue snapped out of her trance and crawled away like a lobster, she got up in shock and stared at the disgusting hermit in front of her. Is this Elisabeth? Holy shit.

"H-hey it's okay- I know I'm not the most friendly-looking gal... it's me, Elisa-"

"Why did you wake me up!"

"I don't know... I'm-"

"How did you get to look like that?"

Elisabeth chuckled sarcastically. "You did this to me you shit!"

"Fuck you I use the time I have! You sit around the place and eat your heart out!"

"Because people like you take away everything good I have going...good for me!"

Sue glanced her up and down and snorted. Elisabeth frowned in embarrassment. She was hunched over and ugly. Unworthy of love. "...had." She scoffed. Her thoughts were racing, she kept forgetting Sue saw the hunchback zombie-looking woman and not who she wanted to be. She wanted to be the woman on that TV who gave your mom a smile whenever she would air each week. Not some horrid monster. She looked away from Sue, feeling the tears flow. She didn't want her to see.

Sue grabbed a paper napkin from the kitchen and wiped her face, hoping to get off her own blood. "Thanks for staining my carpet."

It was her carpet. Not Sue's.

Elisabeth gasped with a hoarse voice "Look at me. I can't go on like this. Just kill me..."

Sue put down the act and slowly walked over to the deformed woman. Gently placing a hand on her shoulder. Instead of pushing her away, Elisabeth brought herself down to her knees, she wrapped her arms around herself like someone else was hugging her. She missed when she wasn't so insecure. It was only when she was at this stage, she started appreciating the old her.

Sue went down with her to the floor. "I'm sorry-"

"Sorry doesn't fucking make up for what you did to me!"

YOU ARE ONE

The voice in her head rang again. Fuck.

"No...no"

Sue appeared confused. "What?"

"We're the same. Baby, we're the same." Elisabeth turned to her holding her face in her hands. "You're not at fault baby...not at all. I'm only to blame. We're one."

"What the hell are you talking about?" She was being genuine.

"You, don't know? The Substance. You came from me? Sue..."

Sue didn't understand a word she was saying. "Are you nuts?"

Elisabeth raised an eyebrow. "I birthed you from my back...because I took the activator...you're not- I don't know what you are. Genetically mutated from me."

"What." She had a dead-eyed look on her face.

"I feed you for one week, you feed me for the other. We switch. Why else do we tie up our tubes so often?"

"You're basically my clone. What did you think you were? Humans don't rip out from a back?" She spat out as she got up and went through the fridge like a bear. As Elisabeth opened the fridge door, a cascade of cool air wafted over her, carrying with it the faint scent of last week’s takeout. She peered inside, squinting against the harsh light, her gaze darting over half-empty containers and wilting greens. The shelves were a chaotic mix of expired yogurt, a lonely carrot, and a single egg, each item a reminder of her recent neglect in the kitchen. With a sigh, she pushed aside a forgotten bottle of mustard and reached for the cheese, hoping to salvage a snack from the remnants of the week. The fridge felt like a treasure chest of culinary regret, but she was determined to eat something—anything—from its haphazard contents.

Sue reached for her shoulder and yanked her away from the fridge, she squinted and slapped her right across the face. "I'm more real than the image of you."

The tension in the kitchen was palpable as Sue and Elisabeth stood across from each other, the bright fluorescent lights casting stark shadows on their faces. Now the air crackled with unspoken grievances. Sue, her fists clenched, hurled a spatula across the room, narrowly missing Elisabeth’s head. “You always think you’re better than me!” she shouted, her voice rising. Sue, her eyes blazing, retaliated by grabbing a dish towel and swinging it like a whip, snapping it against the counter with a fierce crack. “Maybe if you put as much effort into your life as you do into your drama, you wouldn’t be so miserable!”

With each word, the kitchen became a battleground, utensils flying and insults echoing off the walls. Flour dust filled the air as a mixing bowl went tumbling to the floor, and the chaos of their emotions spilled over like a boiling pot. The simmering bond they once had was now reduced to shouts and chaos, both women grappling with their hurt and anger, their voices rising above the clatter of shattered glass. In that moment, the kitchen—a place of nourishment and comfort—transformed into a war zone, where every clash felt like a desperate attempt to reclaim power.

Sue slammed her back into the kitchen cabinet with the ungodly strength she had, twisting her arms back, moving her one hand to Elisabeth's neck. Putting pressure there and squeezing. It felt good to have the creatures life in her hands. Anymore pressure to her collarbone and it'd snap. Elisabeth's back cracked like a rice krispee. Snapped, crackled, and popped. "Why did you wake me up! I was doing so good without you, you disgusting hag."

Elisabeth gurgled and hissed, clawing at the strong grip around her neck. Her airflow slowly being restricted. "Sue-"

"What? You wanna take away everything I've built and throw it away like your life? I earned all of this." She smirked.

"If you kill me- you won't have any spinal fluid left- you fuck-" She spat out. Blood beggining to come up form her throat. Sue's expression softened. Elisabeth knew she had to have some ounce of empathy left in her. She didn't want to go out like this. It would've been a pathetic way to die. "Baby-"

"Don't call me that…" Sue let go of her and she fell to the hard tiled floor. Elisabeth hit her head on the counter and she went down. Elisabeth's head pounded. Blood oozing out of it, her mouth, she just wanted it to end. She sat against the cabinet and rested her head back. Her vision was starting to go blurry, her breaths growing uneven.

Elisabeth tried to wiggle her toes, expecting the familiar sensation of warmth and tingling, but instead, there was nothing—just an unsettling numbness that began to creep up her legs. Panic flickered in her chest, a fluttering moth against the darkness that surrounded her. She pressed her fingertips against her thigh, searching for some sign of life, some reminder that she was still connected to her body. But all he felt was the eerie absence of sensation, as if she were slowly dissolving into the air.

“Focus, just breathe,” Sue muttered to her, but the words felt hollow in the stillness. Elisabeth tried to stand, but her legs felt heavy, as though they were encased in lead. With every effort, it felt like a layer of fog was wrapping around her, thickening and suffocating.

"Fuck fuck I'm sorry I'm sorry oh god I'm-" Sue panicked. She had no control over herself at this point. Tears fell from her angelic face. This really wasn't her fault. She wasn't in control. The Substance was. Sue grabbed a towel from the rack and put it over her bloody wound.

Elisabeth gave her a soft smile. "Sue." She croaked out. Her rotting gums showing. Sue didn't even care at all about her physical apperance. She changed completely in only a matter of seconds it seemed.

"Shut up I can't have you lose more blood than you already have." She cried out. She stroked Elisabeth's neck softly and a lone tear fell on to her lapel. Elisabeth let out a breath, her gloved fingers moving to Sue's face. She was everything and more to her.

"C'mere…hold me". It was almost a whisper. Her words hit Sue right in her thawing heart. "Please."

Sue didn't hesitate. She brought the woman's head into her chest and rested her chin there. She caraessed her back and wrapped her legs around Elisabeth's body. A full-body hug.

Elisabeth realized this is the first time in decades she's been hugged. Truly hugged. It's all she's wanted, to be loved, to be wanted. Now she's got what she needed.

"I'm going to take care of you now."

"Stay with me."

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"you're beloved so let yourself be loved."

#elisabeth sparkle #sue substance #sue the Substance #the substance fanfic #demi moore #margaret qualley #elisabeth sparkle x sue #elisasue

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lilithbasically · 2 years ago

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“Neighbors”

Kirishima x Reader

W.C. 2k

*MINORS DNI*

Warnings: graphic fantasies, flirting, light teasing, masturbation (m&f), peeping Tom behavior

The front porch lights are on; you'd have to thank your Aunt Jayne for coming by before you arrived. The house looks the same as it used to, thankfully. Well, for the most part anyway. The unreasonably tall concrete stairs still stand only now with a handrail. 'Fresh paint has really done the porch some good,' you think. Your gaze shifts to the old swing as you heave your suitcase and extra bags up the towering steps. "Holy shit, they actually kept you. How old is this thing now? At least 50 years...Well, let's see if you still swing crooked." Rolling your case to the side, you sit on the cold metal and push off your toes, letting the double seat rock at an awkward cross angle until it starts bumping into its own side. "Yep," you smile, "Just like I hoped."

Deciding to sleep in the master bedroom and getting your bags set up how you like only took a few minutes. You make your way to the bathroom, after making sure the front door is locked, to shower before having a few beers. Just as the last of the suds swirl down the drain, you hear a deep voice call out, "Umm...hello?" Quickly shutting off the water, you whip open the door; naked as the day you were born with only a flimsy towel for cover, and come face to chest with a very large man.

"Oh, wow!" He exclaims and takes two steps back. "I'm so sorry, Miss. I...normally wouldn't do this but I really need to know who you are?"

You scoff, "Excuse me? This is my family's house so, I feel like you should tell me who you are, first, then follow it with what you're doing in here."

'He almost seems flustered,' you think. You watch his eyes dart upward from corner to corner looking anywhere but at you; he has small crowfeet at the corner of each eye and a scar going through his right eyebrow. His long red hair is half up in a bun, some shorter pieces falling into his face. One large hand attempts to shield you from his vision while the other moves rapidly, animating his words, "Again, I'm very sorry, Miss. I'm Eijiro but everyone calls me Kiri. I live just across the street and I have a key because your grandparents gave me a copy to watch over everything when no one is here. And the only people I ever see over here are the workers and occasionally Miss Jayne. So, when I saw a different vehicle and the lights on this time of night, I thought it was strange. As the person that takes care of this place in your family's absence, I felt I should come take a look. I am so, so fucking sorry."

Kiri showed his copy of the house key with the tag brandishing your grandmother's handwriting.

"Oh, okay. Well, thank you for holding up to your word, anyway. No worries, Kiri. Nice meeting you, even if I have nothing but a towel on. Speaking of..." you nod your head to the front door.

"Right! I'll uh, see you later on probably. M'sorry it wasn't under more...regular circumstances," Kiri chuckles. "Before I go, I'm going to leave my number on the fridge, just in case. Feel free to call me any time ya need."

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The bare cupboards weren't offering any assistance to your rumbling stomach. That seems to be the only downside of coming here is that no one lives here anymore, so, grocery shopping is an unfortunate necessity.

Grabbing two armfuls of bags, you start to climb the annoyingly tall stairs when you catch a flash of red in the corner of your eye.

"Hey, neighbor! Lookin' like you could use some help there," Kiri smiles at you when you turn to look at him. His bright grin takes over all of his features, crinkling the corners of his ruby eyes. He grabs the remaining bags and shuts the door. His biceps strain against his t-shirt with the smallest movement and you have to wonder just how many shirts he's accidentally ripped. Your gaze is drawn to his dark-wash jeans and muscular thighs as he somehow takes the steps two at a time, and falls into stride next to you.

"Thank you, Kiri. You really don't have to but I appreciate the help anyway."

"Of course! A woman as beautiful as you shouldn't have to do things on your own," he flirts, gently bumping his elbow against your shoulder. You look at him next to you and finally acknowledge just how tall the man is. Having to stoop down to not hit his head on the six-plus foot roof, you figure he's easily six foot four, maybe six foot five.

You smile and shake your head, unlock the door, and walk straight to the kitchen to start putting things away. Kiri sets the bags on the table with a small sigh, "Welp, guess I'll be goin. Like I said, call me if you ever need or want something."

"Oh, Kiri, wait. I'm actually about to start dinner if you want to stick around. I don't know if you're a fan of potato soup but that's what's on the menu. I'll also be having a few drinks afterward if you'd like to join me."

"I'd love to but only if you finally tell me your name," he chuckles.

"Oh! Right! I'm Y/N," you offer a smile and turn to start chopping potatoes and carrots. Dinner is ready within the next hour with Kiri's help, even though you thoroughly protested. He just laughed, leaned forward to be almost eye level with you and asked, "Did you already forget what I told you on the porch?"

The flush that crept up your cheeks was obvious and he didn't hesitate to point it out, "Wow and here I thought my hair was the reddest thing in here." You quickly averted your eyes and blamed it on the heat from the stove while Kiri snickered under his breath.

Now you sit next to him on the couch, turned to face him with one leg bent under the other, each of you a drink in your hand. The alcohol helps diminish your nerves at having such a wildly attractive man in such proximity but when you're both sitting so close, staring into each other's eyes, trying to get the other to break, your mind can't help but wander to other ways he could break you.

Finally, he blinks.

"HA! I've never been beaten in a staring match, Kiri. Told you I'd win," you tease.

Your breath catches in your throat when his fingers lightly grip your jaw, tilting your head back toward him. "Is that what we were doing, darlin'? I was just admiring the view."

His thumb softly sweeps across your bottom lip as he leans forward and whispers against your lips, "You don't mind me admiring you, do you, Little One?"

Unable to respond, you shake your head. The heat swirling in his eyes makes your heart pound against your rib cage. Pulling back, his gaze drops to your lips before returning to your own. A gentle sigh leaves him as he allows his hand to fall, "I should be going, Y/N. I have an early morning but I've had more fun tonight than I have in a long time. So, thank you for that. Hopefully, I'll see you tomorrow. Make sure you lock the door behind me, alright? Have a great rest of your night, beautiful."

Kiri gives you a peck on the cheek and forehead before you both stand and walk to the door. "Goodnight, Y/N. Have sweet dreams for me, yeah?" You say your goodnight and lock the door behind him, slumping against the wall.

"What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened? Holy fucking shit." You fan your ablaze face to rid yourself of the pulsating heat that has taken residence across your cheeks. Walking to your bedroom, stripping along the way, you crawl into bed with nothing on, and lay your head down. You lie in bed for the better part of half an hour and decide the increasing heat from your cunt won't allow you to rest until it's handled. Flicking on the bedside lamp, you throw off the covers and grab your vibrator from your suitcase. Usually, you'd use lube but the wetness coating your inner thighs tells you it won't be necessary this time. A subtle buzzing fills the bedroom as you lay back against the headboard and thrust the toy inside your pussy, the top nub sits snug against your clit as you grind and roll your hips in time with the rhythm you set.

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Kirishima is all smiles on his walk back home just across the street. Unlocking and opening his door, he walks to his bedroom and strips down to nothing but his underwear before hopping into his own bed, laying down, and closing his eyes. His thoughts filled only of you. What seems to be just a few moments later, a small flicker of light through his eyelids prompts them to open and investigate.

His eyes adjust and when he realizes what he's seeing, his cock immediately hardens in his boxers. 'There's no way she knows,' he thinks. Surely you don't know there's one section of your blinds that are open just enough to see into from the right angle and Kiri's bedroom window, happens to be at that angle. He can see how wet you are from here; watches as it drips down the toy every time you push it inside you. Your brow scrunched, one hand switching between palming your tits and pinching your nipples while the other is diligently at work. Before he realizes what he's doing, Kiri pulls his boxers down just enough for his aching cock to spring free. The tip is flushed and red, already leaking precum. Taking his length in hand, he matches his pace to yours, stroking in time with you.

"Ahh, f-fuck..."

Did...did you just say his name? He could swear he saw your lips mouth his name. Fuck...just that thought alone has him imagining himself filling you instead of that bright pink toy. Knowing even after stretching you out with his thick fingers, he'd have to bully his cock inside you. Your pussy would stretch to accommodate his size and he would revel in it. Take his time so he could feel every throb, every squeeze, every fucking drop of your essence. Thinking of you begging him not to stop fucking you as he pulls out and dips down to lick your cunt and suck on your clit just to make it last a little longer. He opens his eyes just as your mouth drops open, your toes curl, and your thighs shake. Thick, white ropes of cum cover his fist and stomach as you get off at the same time. Kiri watches as your back arches when you remove your toy, get up to put your pajama pants back on, and slip back into bed after turning off the light. Grabbing a tissue to clean himself up, he tucks himself away and picks up his phone to text his best friend about the new girl just across the street.

#eijiro kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima smut

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ilovecupcakesandtea · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: NSFW 18+ Summary: Revelations and deep conversations a plenty....buckle up its about to get heavy. Word Count: 5,958 Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Commentary: Fun fact less than 18 hours ago this had no title and hadn't been proofread despite having been finished for almost a week....and yet chapter 5 is already done ready for next week! Thank you to @slipperygiraff for being amazing <3

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"So of all the tattoo studios in Indy, Harrington happens to walk into yours at the one point you're there on your own?" Gareth asks standing in front of the open window, taking a cigarette from Eddie.

"Yeah, just strolls right in. Luckily I had no appointments booked after so I could close up straight after I'd finished his ink." Eddie replied, smoking his own cigarette standing by the window next to Gareth.

"And how was seeing him again? Can't have been easy, surely?" The younger guy asked cautiously.

"It was weird man, he looks totally different, all punked out. He looks so good Gare, his hair is pink! Sides of it shaved, ripped black jeans, piercings. He got a fricking tattoo of a bat with nails in it, so metal." Eddie sighed remembering how good Steve had looked casually lying there being tattooed.

"Calm down before you pop a boner in front of me, not done that since you we're like 13." Gareth laughed. "So did he ask why you left and did you tell him about J?" he asked softer.

"Yeah he asked, I explained. Told him I needed out. Yeah he knows about J, they brought us over a couple drinks just after he told me he isn't straight"

"I'm sorry what?!" Gareth coughed a lung full of smoke out in surprise. "Steve Harrington, THE Steve Harrington, ladies man Steve Harrington, King Steve. is gay?"

"He never out right said gay, just said he was far from straight is all." Eddie shrugged.

"Man what are you going to do?" Gareth asked after a few minutes of silence.

"No idea" Eddie whispered as he dragged a hand down his face and stumped his cigarette out.

There was a banging on Steve's door, just having made it downstairs when the banging began. He walked over and opened the door to find Robin, still in her PJs, who pushed past him as soon as the door was open enough.

"You gonna tell me what was soooo important you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Robin demanded as she started looking through his fridge.

"I got us food already. Let's take it to the coffee table and I promise to tell you everything." He said as he started handing her some of the junk food he had picked up on his way home the night before.

Once all the food was laid out, they sat on the couch, legs crossed, facing each other.

"Well go on then!" Robin demanded, mouth full of cheese puffs.

"Well when I was walking to the show the other night I passed a tattoo shop so I went in late the next afternoon and you'll never…" he was interrupted by Robin grabbing his left hand, pulling it close to inspect his tattoo.

"You got a tattoo!" She screamed so loud he was sure the neighbors could have heard her. "Wait, is that a robin on your bat? It's even got a little Scoops hat! Aw, Steve!" Robin beamed, pulling him in close for a hug and probably getting cheese dust all over the back of his shirt.

"You'll never guess who it was that did it."

"It's too early for this and you didn't even make us coffee. You know I came over as soon as I woke up. Please don't actually make me guess." She sighed, shoving another cheese puff in her mouth.

"It was Eddie." He watched as Robin's face slowly turned to shock and her mouth fell open, half chewed cheese puff visible. "Robs, gross. Come on. I get it but I don't really wanna see that ok?" He commented, reaching out a hand to her jaw and pushing it closed.

"You're fucking joking right now! Holy shit! Ok and? Did you tell him how you feel? Is that why you got home so late?" Steve was very thankful that she had at least finished her food before speaking this time.

"No Robin I didn't. I just couldn't. He did offer to explain over drinks. As much as him leaving hurt, I can't say I blame him. He wouldn't have had much of a life here besides us."

"That may be true but he still could have said something or left a note. Anything."

"I know. He apologized though. It sucks but I can forgive him."

"And you didn't tell him how you feel about him, why?"

"Because he's got someone now." He confessed, looking away from her to grab his bag of twizzlers.

"I'm sorry." Robin whispered, putting her hand on his and giving a comforting squeeze.

"It's alright. I shouldn't have waited to try and talk to him but he seems happy so that's good enough for me. I did get to meet them while we were at the bar. They were really nice. That's what he deserves, someone that treats him right."

"They?" Robin asked.

"Yes!" Steve could feel himself perking up a bit with the conversation heading in that direction. "I didn't know that was a possibility. Apparently people use they them as gender neutral pronouns. J was also telling me about how they're genderqueer, said sometimes they feel like a woman, sometimes a man, and sometimes neither. I didn't even know that was a possibility, Robin!"

"Hmm, no, I didn't either." She mumbled around the cookie she'd grabbed, giving him a look that told him she was reading beyond what he was saying. Robin was good at that, knowing things that were in the back of his mind before he even acknowledged them. She just continued eating the cookies, choosing to let him get there on his own this time.

Steve was not having an easy time processing everything that happened. Seeing Eddie again had just set him back. He'd started getting to a better place,really, but well now it was right back to square one. As if that wasn't enough, he had to go and find out about people being genderqueer, which was currently making him question so much about himself. Could life just go easy on him for once? One crisis at a time would be nice but of course that could never be his luck.

Talking to Robin helped a little but there was only so much she could help. So Steve had decided to go for a little piercing therapy, getting the middle of his lip and nipples done. Robin had just rolled her eyes at him. She couldn't really be too mad at him, at least he'd taken her advice and gone to a professional instead of trying to do it himself again.

The new piercings had helped for a bit, Steve was at least able to push Eddie far enough back in his mind to at least focus on the other crisis at hand. Could genderqueer fit some of the things he'd been feeling? Could he be? So many thoughts about things he was starting to look back on and notice. He really needed to talk to someone about this. For once Robin wasn't the answer but he knew who was.

"Hello, J speaking, if you're trying to sell me something just hang up now" J answered the ringing phone with a sigh.

"Hey, it's Steve. I'm not bothering you at a bad time am I?"

"Hey you!! No not at all! I'm completely free. How can I help? Everything ok?" A cheery tone now in J's voice.

"Alright as it can be. I've been thinking a lot about the last time we talked. I know you said I could call but it's ok if you changed your mind or don't want to talk about it anymore." Steve couldn't help but be a little nervous. He'd really needed someone to talk to and sure J had said he could call but that didn't mean he didn't feel like he was bothering them.

"Oh love, not at all. How is it I can help?" J asked, getting comfortable on the couch.

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to tell me how you figured it out? What helped you?" What if he was asking questions that were too personal? He'd only just met J and they hadn't talked much.

"How I figured out I was genderqueer you mean? Well I never thought I fitted the standard mold of a female, even from a young age. Dolls and barbies were never my thing all the time, but sometimes they really were. Sometimes pretty flowing dresses felt right and other times I'd rather have clawed my own skin off than wear one. But I also never really fit the mold of male either. Some days jeans and a t-shirt were what felt right and doing 'boy things' was amazing and other days that didn't feel right either. I spoke to an older friend a few years ago about it, tried one of their binders on and sat and cried in the mirror. Everything started to fit into place at that point." It took Steve a minute to process all J had said, thinking about how some of that fit his own feelings.

"That uh… that makes a lot of sense actually. I just have been going through a lot lately and never knew to think about it that way. Guess I've just been really thinking about if maybe that could fit me too. I was so different in high school and I've been trying to work on myself, just be a better person and find myself outside of trying to make others like me. Getting there little by little, more so these last couple of months. It seems the more I work on the more things I find hidden underneath. Trying to find my own style, without my parents' input, did make a big difference but something still feels missing.”

“My best friend Robin has been helping a bit. Helping me accept that there are days that I just want to feel pretty. I didn't really know what to do with that or what to think about it until I met you. Looking back on my life and after what you've said I've noticed some things. Made me think about how easily I fit in with a group of girl friends, and liked it. How easily I also got on with a group of guy friends and how sometimes one would feel more right than the other. I remembered being confused as to why toys were gendered, I just wanted to play with them all.”

“I've noticed how on days that I just want to feel pretty, being referred to as a man just doesn't feel right. It felt so good when Robin helped me with my hair and told me how pretty I looked. I guess it's just that days where I'm ok with being referred to as a man make me doubt those other days where I'm not. It's been a lot to try and process and shit, it's confusing." Steve took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. Robin must be rubbing off on him for him to ramble that much. How it was so easy to just open up like that to someone who was practically a stranger he wasn't sure but fuck if it didn't feel good to have someone to open up to.

"First of all I'm so proud of you for working on yourself, that shit takes guts. Secondly you absolutely do not need to figure it all out at once, fuck, if you ever get it all figured out give me the key! I'm still trying to figure it out years later. I can talk to you about this all day everyday, I could introduce you to a load of people that are also genderqueer or just don't care what section of the shop they buy their clothes from, but it's different for everyone. I remember convincing myself I was lying the first day I wanted to wear a dress once I'd become comfortable enough to be who you see now. I woke up that morning and wanted to wear a dress and wear makeup and heels but I'd spent so many days previously feeling more masc or neither that I felt so ashamed of myself for wanting to wear a dress, I phoned a good friend and they reminded me that more fem days we're just part of the spectrum of my gender. That I wasn't lying to myself or anyone."

"That's really helpful. I'll have to try to remember that. I'm sure if I explained it all to Robin she'd gladly give me a good slap to set me straight when needed. I think maybe that might fit me, genderqueer. I'm just not sure how I can, I guess kinda test that theory."

"If you think Robin can help then it might be worth looping them in. As for testing things, does Robin maybe have something you could borrow when you feel like, as you describe it, want to feel pretty? See how it feels when you wear something pretty and feminine when you feel like doing so? Maybe try a little bit of makeup on one of those days as well, some lipgloss and some mascara if you don't want to go all the way at first. Something else you can do to test it, is to ask those you're ok with knowing to refer to you as they or them all the time. Or trying asking to be referred to by whichever pronoun fits your day and see if that feels better or worse than they them. I personally change based on the day so she her on a fem day, he him on a masc day and they them on a neither day, but I have a friend that always uses they them. Do what you're comfortable with and tell who you want to tell and what you want them to know."

"I'll give that a shot. Thank you so much. You have no idea how helpful this has already been. So many thoughts and feelings I didn't know what to do with but now I do. I appreciate this!"

"No need to thank me, I'm here for as many of these chats as is needed, or just any chat if that's what you'd like. You're also always welcome in Indy at the bar or at any of the clubs we go to. That reminds me! We're off to a gig in a few weeks! You and Robin should come, you'll love it. I can't remember the details off hand but I'll make sure you get them really soon!" J rushed excitedly.

"I'd love to! I'll have to ask Robin later but I'm sure I can convince her. Just give me a call with the details when you've got them. I'm sure we'll be able to make it work. Oh shit, speaking of work I have a shift to go get ready for. Thanks again, really."

"Yeah same here. Have a good shift love, speak soon." J says cheerily hanging up the phone.

A hand was waving in front of his, no their face. A voice was coming from nearby too but they couldn't quite make out what it was saying. Steve shook their head to try and bring themselves out of it. They hadn't realized how long he'd been, shit no, they'd been zoning out again.

"Earth to Steve! Hello! Stevie!" Robin was slowly raising her voice with every word. They were supposed to be putting returns away but had apparently frozen in place, tape raised half way to where it belonged.

"Fuck. Sorry Robs. I just have a lot on my mind lately. Did you need something?" They asked, giving Robin an apologetic smile.

"No, you just froze. You can't do that man!" Steve must have made a face with the way Robin was looking at them, eyebrows raised in confusion. They weren't very good at hiding their emotions from their face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Alright then, spill it. What's going on in that head of yours? Is it Eddie again?"

"No, not at all actually. Look, we're supposed to lock the doors in ten minutes. What Keith doesn't know won't hurt him. You go ahead and lock up while I put the last of these returns away and then I promise to tell you all about it."

"Fine. You better be quick with those then!" Robin yelled over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door.

"Remember me telling you about J?" Steve asked, pushing the return cart back to the counter so they wouldn't have to look at her. This wasn't going to be as easy as the conversation with J had been. Explaining something like this to someone who didn't already have some knowledge when they were just figuring it out themselves was going to be difficult.

"Do we need to sit down? Steal some of the candy from the counter? It seems like we should get comfortable for this. But yes, I remember you telling me about them." She replied as she hopped up to sit on the counter, Steve doing the same and grabbing a bag of M&Ms for each of them.

"Well I had a long chat with them on the phone a couple of days ago."

"Steve, why are you calling your crush's current partner? I know you said they seemed nice and all but doesn't that feel a little weird for you?"

"I know how it sounds but it's got nothing to do with Eddie. I've never met anyone like them before so I didn't really have anyone else that I could have called. Remember me telling you about them being genderqueer?" They asked, not looking at Robin again. They couldn't look at her. Didn't want her to read them before they said anything like she always did.

"I remember. Hey Stevie, look at me." Robin said softly while placing a hand on Steve's shoulder, waiting for them to look before she continued. "Whatever it is you can tell me. I can tell this is difficult for you but I promise that whatever it is I'm still going to be here for you. You can't get rid of me that easy."

"Well what if I told you that I think I might be like that too? Since I met them I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Wondering if maybe I was like them. I've dug out some things I shoved to the back of my mind and looking at it that way, well it's all starting to make sense." He, fuck not again. This was going to take some getting used to but they had to admit that they were liking the sound of it. They were struggling to still look at Robin. Crying on the phone, even a little, with J had been enough. They were going to try not to cry again now but that wouldn’t be so easy while looking at Robin.

“Steve, of course that’s not even a problem.” Robin reassured as she pulled them into a crushing hug.

“Really?” Steve asked, already sniffling. Their goal of not crying already long gone. After a reassuring squeeze from Robin, they did their best to give her a summarized version of the conversation they had with J. Robin occasionally interrupting to ask questions.

“I’m really just glad that you’ve found something that’s giving you a better understanding of yourself. You said J gave you some suggestions for things that might help. Is there anything I can do?” She asked. How had they gotten so lucky that this was their best friend? Steve hadn’t even needed to ask for her help, she was just offering it willingly. Deep down they knew that this is how Robin would react but there was still that doubt that had lingered, trying to convince them otherwise.

“Um, could you maybe try using they them pronouns for me? It might be helpful to hear someone else use them instead of just in my own head.”

“Are you just picking the easier option?” There Robin goes again, reading Steve so easily. She knew they would pick whatever felt like it’d be easier for others instead of what they really wanted. “If you’d prefer different ones depending on how you’re feeling all you have to do is ask. I don’t mind, even if I have to ask you every day.”

Now Steve was really crying hard, awful noises and all. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“You quit that shit right now. I’ll do whatever you tell me you prefer. None of that people pleasing nonsense alright? This isn’t about others. This is about you. What makes you happy. What makes you comfortable.”

“I’d really like that Robs. Thank you.” They admitted, taking a tissue from the box on the counter and wiping their face. There was still so much more they wanted to do to help them know if it truly fit but this was the first and most difficult step. They knew that as long as they had Robin, the rest would be easy.

Robin had been an even bigger help than ever imagined. She had brought over a couple clothing pieces that felt a little more feminine than something Steve would normally wear, trying to ease into it. Just like she promised, she checked in first thing every time she saw Steve to see what pronouns to use for the day. There had been a few times she’d been over to their house, makeup bag in hand, convincing Steve to at least try a little eyeliner too.

Even though Steve hadn’t been brave enough to wear any of it out of the house, besides the earrings Robin had given them, they had to admit that it was all really helpful. It was making them more confident. They no longer thought they might be genderqueer, they knew it now. Robin using different pronouns for them had been the biggest help so far. She’d taken to calling them Stevie on days that they’d felt more feminine and alternating between Steve and Stevie and days where they’d just felt more like they were somewhere in between.

She had been sitting on the couch in a skirt and top that Robin had picked up from a thrift store for her, having been talked into eyeliner too, when there was an obnoxious knocking at her door. They had just been talking about Stevie coming out to the kids. After nervously staring at each other, Robin had gotten up to answer the door. Of course it had been none other than the kids, like somehow they knew they were being talked about.

Robin had been trying to convince them to just leave when Stevie decided to yell to just let them in. Might as well have gone for it then and get it over with. Robin threatened the group that if they had been anything but kind and accepting then they could forget all their rides to the arcade, access to Stevie’s pool, and reminding them that she knew where they all slept at night before letting them in.

There were lots of questions as anticipated but after it was all said and done, the kids had been accepting. Forgetting the reason they’d all shown up in the first place, they ended up watching movies and ordering pizza.

“Come on Robin let’s go!” Stevie yelled from the front of Family Video. Robin had gone in the back for something she had forgotten.

“I can’t find it!” Robin yelled back as she left the back room.

“Can’t find what?”

“My bag with my change of clothes!” She sighed, throwing her arms up in the air.

“Robin, it’s in my car. Remember when I picked you up earlier you decided to leave it in the car so you wouldn’t forget it since we plan on getting ready at Eddie’s instead of here?” Stevie sighed, palm smacking her forehead.

“That’s right! Now let’s go!” Robin grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the door and to the car.

"Robin play nice ok?" Stevie asked as they got out of the car.

"I'm not making any promises." She answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Come on! Please can we just try and have a good time?"

"We'll have a good time but I can't promise the same for him."

"Ugh, don't make me regret this." She said as she knocked on the door.

"Hey!! Come in come in!" J said cheerily when they answered the door. "You must be Robin, Steve's told me so much about you"

"Hi, it's nice to meet you. Stevie here has told me a good bit about you too."

"Let's go and get ready! This way!" J exclaimed, walking away.

After following J into another room, they started getting ready. Robin convinced Stevie to let her do her eyeliner but of course she wasn't done there. With a mischievous look on her face, Robin handed her a leather jacket.

"Hey, erm, Stevie." J said, uncharacteristically timid, "I've got you a little present. It's just a little something that I really found helps me and I thought they might help you too." J opened the drawer they were standing next to and handed Stevie a little paper package. Hesitantly opening the package, she found three bracelets, pink, purple, and blue.

"I have similar ones, I use them to tell those who know what kind of day I'm having." J explained showing Stevie and Robin their wrist to show a pink band. "It's subtle enough that it's not obvious if people don't know but it saves everyone asking if you prefer gender specific pronouns depending on the day. I also keep them with me in case I need to change it"

"These are perfect! We've been trying to think of something for that but never thought of this. Thank you!" Stevie exclaimed, throwing herself at J for a teary eyed hug.

"Sorry I didn't get you anything Robin but I wasn't sure what would be appropriate" J smiled sheepishly.

"You've obviously been a big help Stevie in a way I never could be. That's more than enough."

"I was hardly going to let her struggle with this without some guidance, but thank you, means a lot coming from her platonic soulmate as you're called" J beamed at Robin.

Eddie opened his front door and was immediately met with the sound of laughter. He stood and listened for a few seconds before gently closing the door and slipping his jacket and shoes off. Rushing into his bedroom he grabbed everything he needed for a shower and to get ready.

He was sitting in the living room 30 minutes later waiting for everyone to be ready so they could go. The guest bedroom door opened and J stepped out wearing a pair of really short shorts, a mesh top over a small tight vest top.

"Holy shit baby, you look amazing. Get over here I've missed you" Eddie said, making grabby hands in J's direction. "So beautiful" he whispered before bending down and meeting her lips in a kiss.

"Munson" Robin said from behind J causing Eddie to look up and look in her direction.

Standing next to Robin was Steve. Wearing a see through black blouse, with nipple piercings on show, that was something that Eddie couldn't think about too hard right now. Steve also wore a pair of red tartan pants with combat boots underneath, and a leather jacket, no no scrap that he was wearing Eddie's leather jacket. Did Steve know it was Eddies? He had too, right? Steve had chosen to wear a jacket that belonged to Eddie.

Eddie cleared his throat and dragged his eyes away from Steve "Buckley, Harrington. Good to see you both." he said, looking at Robin who looked far too amused for Eddie's liking.

"Hey J, could I talk to you for a second?" Robin asks, nodding her head to the side to hint at a private conversation.

"Yeah cause you can! What's up?!" J asked, leaning in close to the other girl.

"I just wanted to thank you for helping Stevie. I wouldn't have been able to help her with this so I'm glad she had someone to go to."

"I remember how difficult it was at first to figure it all out. You've been amazing and supportive as well, she's lucky to have you too" J replied hugging Robin.

"I'm just so proud of her. Making little steps forward. Look at her! She even let me do her eyeliner and she's never let me do that before when we're going somewhere."

"Erm I'm sorry, 'she'?" Eddie asked, surprised.

"Um, yeah about." Stevie says, rubbing the back of her neck and looking down.

"Look it's cool if you don't want to say" Eddie smiles.

"No. It's fine. It's just not a lot of people know right now so it's a little difficult still."

"Take your time, tell me whatever you want and leave out the bits you don't." Eddie encouraged.

"Well, I do kind of have you to thank for it. I never would have met J otherwise and without meeting them and their willingness to help, I don't think I ever really would have figured it out"

"She is pretty amazing," Eddie says, pulling J against himself.

"Well I uh, shit. This is harder than I thought it'd be."

"It's ok, you've got this" J smiles at Stevie encouragingly.

"Thanks to some advice from J and help from Robin, I've figured out that…" Stevie hesitates, trying to gather some courage.

Eddie notices Stevie's bracelet. "Oohhh! I think I get it. Steve, are you trying to tell me that you're genderqueer?" Eddie asks.

"Yeah. I am." Stevie whispers, not yet willing to really look at Eddie.

"Okay. Thank you for telling me. Is it okay to ask about your pronouns?" the metalhead questions softly.

"Yeah of course. Going with the day seems to be best. Which is why…" Stevie says, wiggling her wrist with the pink bracelet on towards Eddie.

"That's a great idea! I'll try my best to keep an eye on the bracelet and go with that. Is it they/them on a neither day? Just want to check." Eddie asks.

"Thank you. Yeah it is." Stevie finally looks at Eddie with a smile.

"Shall we head out then ladies? I'm a lucky man tonight! 3 beautiful ladies on my arm. Let's go!" Eddie exclaims, grabbing J's hand and heading towards the door.

The bar was already crowded when Eddie, J, Stevie and Robin walked in. They made their way to the bar and picked up a round of drinks before heading to the dance floor to watch the warm up band. They spent hours dancing with each other, laughing, joking and really enjoying the live music, getting slightly more drunk as the night went on.

"You want a drink sweetheart?" Eddie shouted, as to be heard, in Stevie's ear, causing her to turn. They were face to face, nose to nose pretty much and suddenly there was no one around. The crowded, loud, club that was filled with people dancing and music blasting was suddenly empty if you asked Eddie. He couldn't handle it. The proximity was too close. His hand on Stevie's waist felt like it was burning. The air was suffocating. He needed to get away from there as quickly as he could. So he did what, if you ask Eddie, he does best, he ran. Left his glass on the bar and ran outside and round the corner.

"Hey baby, you ok? Heard you ran out of there quickly," came the voice of J beside him. "everything ok?" She sounded worried. She shouldn't be worried. How does he explain the crisis he's having right now over someone he may possibly be in love with when his partner is right there. Eddie couldn't stomach it any longer, he turned away from J and threw up. All over the disgusting alleyway they stood in and broke down in tears.

"I'm going to head back in really quickly and let Robin and Stevie know we're heading back. I'll leave my key with Stevie so they can let themselves in when they're done." J said as she ran soothing circles down his back.

20 minutes later Eddie was tucked up in bed with a glass of water on his bedside table, pain killers next to it and an old washing up bowl on the floor. Looking at these things made everything so much worse. He did not deserve the person currently getting ready for bed in his bathroom. He lay awake for hours, long after J had fallen asleep next to him, her soft breathing normally soothing him but doing anything but tonight. Long after Robin and Stevie returned home and made far too much noise getting ready for bed, giggling and shushing each other. Long after he sobered up and the headache had started, he didn't take the painkillers next to him, he deserved the pain. He had no idea what to do. J was amazing, they got on so well and whilst they currently weren't serious, Eddie had a feeling it could definitely head that way.

Finally just after 8am Eddie got out of bed and threw on his comfiest clothes heading to the kitchen and to make coffee.

He was 2 cups in when J joined him in the living room.

"Wanna talk about it?" J asked, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.

"I don't know what you mean, I just couldn't sleep. Maybe too much sugar in my mixers, I don't know, I'm ok, go back to bed. We'll all head out to breakfast when everyone is up again." He replied, trying his best to smile.

"Eddie, I'm not stupid, please don't treat me as such." came the reply.

"Sorry, you're right." He whispered, slipping his arm around J and pulling her into him, kissing her temple.

"Does your weird behaviour recently, and especially last night, have anything to do with that hunk of a brunette sleeping in the guest room?" J asked, slipping their arm around him and kissing his cheek.

"Yeah," Eddie confessed.

"Thank you for telling me. Steve is amazing. They'll be lucky to have you."

"What?!" Eddie questioned, shocked.

"Eddie, I've already reminded you once I'm not stupid. I've seen the way Stevie looks at you and I've seen the way you look at them. You were stripping them with your eyes last night when they stepped out of the guest room ready to go out. Stevie’s eyes followed you all around the gig last night, and they'll probably kill me if you say anything but I'm almost certain I saw them sniff your jacket when they put it on. You two have a connection. I don't know what happend before you left Hawkins but it connected you two." J replied, smiling up at Eddie.

"What are you saying?" Eddie asked. Both not wanting the answer but really wanting to know at the same time.

"I'm saying you need to go and get your person. Eddie, me and you were meant to be, but not meant to last. I will always cherish our time together and you're absolutely never getting rid of me but that shit" J said gesturing between Eddie and the guest room. "is true love."

"I love you J. So fucking much" Eddie replied wetly wiping his tears away.

"I know" J responded before the door down the hall opened and a very sleepy looking Robin emerged.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #robin buckley

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Don Don! Donbrothers! All together as one! For a (technically) one hour special! The music? Bumpin'. The venue? Jirou's home village. The people invited? Everybody. The Sentai? Quite super. The guest of honor? You, of course! You know the Spoilers, I guess... spiel, right?

Alright, no more time to waste~!

So let's get the party started~!

-Well, we're all friends now!

-Tsubasa-san! Welcome to the team! Officially!

-Inu-san~!

-I sure hope they keep that little doggo plush around, it's practically part of the family.

-Ahhhhhh, looks like Shiina Naoki's caught Tsubasa's interest.

-...to be fair, both he and Sononi almost died protecting her.

-"It's all in the book."

-Goddamn Haruka, what did you find?

-God, I'm gonna miss attempting to dance and sing along to this banger-ass opening <3

-Alright assholes!

-Kaka Village?

-Ohhhhh, Tsubasa's learned something.

-Oh, Tsuyoshi. I kinda forgot about you for a sec.

-...which is horrifying, you're absolutely not someone I should let slip my notice.

-She disappeared!

-She's alive!

-Juuto!

-I just love the idea that Haruka and Shinichi are just off to the side where.

-It's basically that one meme. I forget the origin, but it goes like

"Other legends: *fighting*

Lugia and Ho-Oh: Off to the corner, holding a couple beers as Lugia looks confuzzled."

-You'll find it, don't worry about it.

-Oh Tsuyoshi.

-Shinichi, I don't think Tsubasa wants to hear about falling snow after what happened last episode.

-Goddamn, Crane Lady's badass.

-"What in tarnation?"

-A bunch of stray cats trying to pounce on a bird? Sounds about right.

-"It's your clan's fault for creating us."

-Guess Tarou recognizes the dishonesty in

-Goddamn Crane Lady, you're real menacing.

-Oi, you keep that moon talk outta your mouth. Taro's boyfriend

-"My Dad, my super cute girlfriend, all my funny friends... you'll love it there <3"

-Jirou, you ray of sunshine.

-I see... I suppose Naoki Shiina was doing her damnedest to warn us for the mainline Haruka's sake.

-The fridge.

-Get the girl outta there.

-Noto-vator.

Sonoza: How did this happen? We're smarter than this! Sonoi: Apparently not.

-Oh Sononi...

-The bonds they made... they got them so hard.

-The Ring of Forgiveness!

-Are they just... playing on a public elevator?

-This is like a ghost town, huh?

-Beasts lurk in the quiet place.

-I love Jirou's half Naruto Run there, that's cute.

-...would it be considered a Boruto Jog? ...Himawari Power Walk?

-The fridge.

-If Jirou's girlfriend is in there, I'm gonna scream.

-Okay, she ain't.

-Produce, juice, a... comic sans labeled carton of Shallon...

-Nothing outta the ordinary, I'd assume.

-You can expect a lot of this kinda problem solving, Tsubasa.

-Kinda cranky today, aren't we?

-"I mean... going in the fridge seems like a good idea?"

-"...y'know what, I agree."

-Slammed in!

-Oh!

-Hello, Officer Terasaki!

-Er... this isn't what it looks like, we're just looking to exorcise your fridge of demons.

-We're friends kinda with your son.

-Oh my god, Sonoza's humming the theme, my boooy

-Ah, you must be the big man..

-Sono... Sonoroku? Changerion! I really oughta watch that sometime, huh?

-And the other one! Sonogo! The National Kid!

-Rip in spaghetti.

-Delicious!

-Foofd

-"This guy's a shef...like me."

-Jirou friend :)

-Penguin.

-Man, I remember seeing everybody freaking the fuck out about an origami penguin, but only in a show like this would seeing it be an earthshattering wham shot.

-Okay, Papa Terasaki seems to be friendly enough, at least.

-This is the first date, pops! You shouldn't ask for a backrub so soon without at least a couple thousand yen on you.

-Tarou?

-Inoue, do you have something you'd like to tell us?

-I suppose this man's been keeping us from an all-out Juto invasion.

-Ohhhh... Jirou's a successor...

-"We are. But our templates aren't."

-Holy shit, that is distressing.

-Hundred years!?

-Jesus, how old is that cop?

-I see his Natsumi sense is clouding his judgement.

-Man, these places are so pretty.

-I see Tsubasa's

-Don Dragoku!

-He's here!

-And of course! Tsuyoshi becomes a brand new Hitotsu-ki! Not many left at all, but I'm not quite sure which one he is. Seems very animalistic.

-Jirou's friends! ...with the revelation of Papa Terasaki, I'm now extremely suspicious of them, but that's okay!

-They all seem to be illusions anyhow!

-...very sad, actually.

-OH GOD

-Jesus, this is messed up.

-Seems like Shinichi's on the ball.

-Oh, he's big!

-Don Onitaijinless!

-"Fuck you man, I'll do it. You leave Jirou alone."

-...I wonder if Higuchi-san actually ate that paper?

-Oh hi, Sonoi!

-Guess he's got his duty to worry about now!

-Ohhhhhh, that's not good.

-Don Onitaijin! All on his own!

-...wait a fucking second, those are the KingOhger bugs!

-Animal Heart, okay! Hyakuujuu-ki!

-God Kuwagata!

-Hail to the king, baby!

-Oh fuck!

-Sonoshi!

-They're doin' it!

-Kijino's fucking gone!

-The pheasant's dead!

-Next episode!

-What is your dream, Momoi Tarou?

-Well Tsubasa, your first official mission as a Donbrother ended as a total failure.

-The evil Noto!

-We gonna die!

-"Oh Jesus Christ, Tarou's gone."

-Okay Tsubasa, I think you need to back up a little bit.

-Last time you were this aggressive about one of your male friends in a relationship, you were thrown in jail.

-...I gotta wonder, is Tiger Jirou a

-I see the Juto are fighting over who gets to be the Don.

-"You're awake, huh? You done fucked up."

-Oh, we dead for sure.

-There he is.

-Jutotaro.

-Uhhh, was it a smart idea to hang out in the place you were just kicked out of?

-Alright, no need to mug the camera!

-Sonoshi seems especially happy to get this manhunt on the roll. Good for them, I guess.

-Hello, Don Kaito.

-Can we keep these autistic kids we found on the street?

-Oh man... Kijino's really gone.

-"Tell me, Monkey Man. Where is my boyfriend?"

-"And mine, more importantly!"

-Tell me Don Kaito, are you a penguin too?

-Kinda got the suit for it.

-"Oh man, what if Tarou finds out...?"

-Shinichi, you seemed perfectly happy to fraternize with Sononi in the past. ...or at least, attempt very poorly to.

-"Tell me, Haiku Boy!"

Limited words, no rhymes...

Agh, no, wait! I can't do that!

Nice try there, Missy!

-"Well, if you pay the monkey, he'll like you."

-I guess Tsubasa's decided to play along.

-...though his acting experience seems to be of little help for this kind of role.

-"Okay, so like... are you sure this Natsumiho lady is even real? What if you got tricked by a Juto!? Honestly Tsubasa, I'm really worried about your well-being."

-There he is.

-Momoi Tarou.

-Oh he skates!

-Delivery time.

-"Oh Goddammit what do I do..."

-...

-OHHHHHHH

-"Can we give them our allowance?"

-They're really a bunch of kids, huh?

-I know I've been using the parallels with autism kinda jokingly, but like...

-Damn, I feel this in my soul...

-Poor shaming!

-Seems like Sonoroku really wants to smash the crap out of them.

-Gotta find the ring!

-Constant full moon!

-Jirou :(

-You were so lonely for so long, huh buddy?

-Looks like that penguin's not nearly as polite as Papa Terasaki.

-Oh hello, Crane Lady!

-Damn! Big slap!

-See you around, Crane Lady.

-Always despair.

-The Don Clan just fucks up constantly, huh?

-"It was just us, Jirou. It was always just us."

-Fuck, man...

-The moon's always bright and full.

-Ohhhh... he got in there!

-The reflection!

-Wheeeee!

-Seems like the origami cats are much friendlier.

-You fuckin' played them.

-Natsumiiii

-And here comes Sonoi!

-Sonoi :)

-OH MY GOD HE FREED THEM ALL

-Guess Don Momotaro has come into his own.

-Thanks, your lunacy.

-The ring...

-Well!

-Everybody's back on earth now!

-Shinichi you were staring at fucking clouds

-Sonoi's pretty good at taking two at once, I see.

-Sonoshi seems pretty okay with this

-Yoppy! From all the way back in Episode 1!

-Welcome back, Kijino.

-I suppose the weight of loss weighed heavy on the Tiger and the Dragon.

-Jirou...

-Good job, Don Momotaro!

-Ohhhh, Crane Lady's dead meat.

-Welp. I suppose it's time to fight on.

-Avatar Change!

-It's time~!

-We're all besties now~!

-Hot time, Donbrothers!

-...the Noto bosses seem rather... happy, considering we're all technically their enemies now.

-No more dreams for tonight. Natsumi Kuramochi has woken up, and is ready to watch the morning sunrise.

-Miho Kijino died as she lived. Surrounded by her husband's desperate affection, yet floats down the river alone with only her love for humanity left.

-...Man, Momoko Arata, your performances of this extremely bizarre and fascinating couple of characters is not something I can forget easy. Bravissima.

#avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers spoilers #donbrothers #don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!#super sentai

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