#i know i said this'd be the end

[piratefishmama]

Live to Serve (You) | Part 6

What followed was by far the most conflicting year of Steve Harrington’s life. On the one hand, he knew exactly what the touch of a woman felt like, it was nice, almost addictive, mind-numbingly good enough to just sink into and let his worries wash away for an evening, but on the other, Eddie seemed to hate him out of nowhere.

Probably for the best that he had all those pretty distractions to keep him busy because otherwise he might have just fallen into a spiralling depression because Eddie wouldn’t talk to him.

He’d be cordial and polite, he’d be respectful with titles, he’d never disrespect the crown, but gone were the lazy days in the library where Eddie would read to him in silly voices, gone were the adventures out in the fields chasing each other on horse back until the sun began to dip beyond the horizon, gone were the mornings where he’d wake to Eddie’s fingers in his hair, dull fingernails dragging a light pressure across his scalp, his deep velvety voice cooing his name to gently rouse him from slumber.

It felt like he’d lost a limb and every day dragged a little more than the one before it, sometimes, when he didn’t have company, he’d sit in bed until the earliest of hours just before the sun began its ascent, unable to sleep, pondering the whys with a deeply seated misery building in his chest because he knew Eddie had pulled away from him, had pulled so far out of reach that he couldn’t pin him down long enough to get an answer out of him as to why.

He was like smoke, slipping through his fingers and his mother only ever gave him a look of deep sympathy and sorrow whenever he asked for her help. An expression followed by a gentle “there’s nothing I can do, Steven… only you can mend this.”

“But how?” He’d ask, desperate for answers and she’d say the most frustrating thing possible in that moment,

“You must talk to him.” As if it were that easy. As if he hadn’t been trying to do that since that first day, since the morning after his eighteenth birthday when everything had changed out of nowhere.

So he tried other options. The maids, he’d fooled around with a few of them, always fun and eager to please, but none were more useful to him than Robin Buckley. One of the maids usually found taking care of the library, keeping it clean, keeping the books organized and in good condition, she knew Eddie! She didn’t respond to his attempts at flirting though, staring at him with an unimpressed expression that had him quickly floundering for another tactic.

She did take pity on him though, a hand held up to stop his fumbled attempt at saving face mid-way through his attempt “can I help you with something, your highness?” She asked, simple, straight to the point and the start to a brand-new friendship that made his Eddie problems just a little easier to bear. He had someone on his side, someone who could get to Eddie, someone who could try and plant the idea of forgiveness into his brain for a crime Steve didn’t know he’d committed.

She wouldn’t tell him why though. “I’m sorry, Steve” she’d shrug her shoulders “some things have to come from the person themselves, it’d never be right of me to tell you what’s going on with him no matter whether it’d help fix things quicker or not. It’s got to come from him.”

“That’s just… fine.” Awful. That was awful, and unfair, and cruel, and… honestly Steve loved her a little bit for it. She was on his side, but it seemed like she was still protecting Eddie.

“I might be able to get you alone together though.” And there was his chance.

It was one of the many guest rooms. It’d taken far too long for Robin to take pity on him to make this happen, far too long with her having servant solidarity to help him just enough to get him this one on one, but there Eddie was.

Nineteen years of age to his own eighteen, yelling at the door because Robin had locked it behind him leaving them all on their own in a room nobody used. At least the maids kept it maintained, the beds were always dressed in fresh linens and the fireplace was always stocked with dried logs for burning just in case a traveller came calling in need. The palace was large, with far too many rooms for a one child royal family.

There was always room for people in need. Always.

“Oh, I’m going to kill her, I’m going to kill her, bury her body in an unmarked grave in the woods, then dance on it.” Excessive, Steve thought, trying to keep the fond smile that threatened to grace his lips at bay. Gods he missed Eddie. He missed him so much.

He couldn’t get lost in fondness though, he had a mission to execute. “Uh-huh, and why are you so against being locked in a room with me? What have I done exactly?” He wished Eddie would just tell him, wished it hadn’t come to being locked in a room with the guy, but… drastic measures.

“I’d be against being locked in a room with anyone against my will” Eddie bit back “you’re not special, your highness.” Steve wished he could say he didn’t wince, but he did. Eddie had a sharp tongue, and he wasn’t afraid to use it, even against him.

“That’s another thing, this your highness crap, where the hell has that come from?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, a feeble attempt to make himself feel stronger in the face of an angry Eddie “and the morning thing, which by the way, what the hell? You don’t even help me with my clothes anymore! Just breakfast’s ready and you’re gone! You know I hate breakfast first thing! And my mother hates my fashion sense!” Feeble, totally feeble things to throw at the other man but— he missed the smallest of things.

Everything Eddie had perfected over the years had been ripped away from him in one go, he missed things he hadn’t even known he could miss.

“You’re eighteen years old, Steven” another wince, eyes dipping to the floor, Steven, it’d been Steve since the day they met, how had things changed so much? “You should be able to dress yourself and manage your own breakfast schedule by now.”

“Steven? What the—okay. Okay, clearly I’ve done something wrong, so if you could just tell me, because I’ve wracked my brain and cannot for the life of me figure out what I could have done, I can fix it and get my stupid friend back.”

“I’m not stupid.”

“Oh my God, Eddie. Please. Please just tell me what I’ve done, I want my best friend back, and I don’t know how to get you back so can you please just tell me?” 

“This isn’t something you can fix, Steve.” At least it was Steve again, small miracles. “It’s… it’s just got to be this way, alright?” Nope.

“No, not alright, this isn’t alright, I did something, I know I did something, or I’m doing something cause you’d have forgiven me by now if I’d only done it once so… just tell me and I’ll stop.” Eddie just looked at him, his brows furrowed with… something, not anger, not irritation… something else, something that hurt Steve’s heart just to think about. Something that hurt him to think he’d caused it, but he couldn’t quit now. “You’re not getting out of this room until you tell me so you might as well just tell me.”

“You’re such a brat, Steve.”

“I’m royalty, it comes with the territory. This all started after my birthday, after that stupid hunt, did someone say something? Did I drink too much and say something to you?” No, no he didn’t, he knew he didn’t, he’d been sober all night and Eddie had been entertaining guests with the lute, god he’d been so pretty that night, he missed him, god he missed him— there had to be something. “Cause I dunno what I said but—”

“You didn’t say anything, Steve. You haven’t done anything wrong” Steve frowned in confusion and doubt “don’t—don’t look at me like that, you haven’t. This… what I’m doing? I’m doing it for me. I’m doing it to protect myself.” Protect himself? What in the world would he have to protect himself from? “And yes, it might suck for you that you now have to dress yourself but… it’s best if you just allow me to keep my distance.” Ugh, he didn’t get it, it wasn’t about the shallow small things, it was everything else!

“This isn’t about dressing myself, Eddie, Lord almighty, I’m—I want my friend back, I want to go riding with you” he missed the spectacular view of Eddie’s hair loose and beautiful, flowing in the wind as they rode through the fields, chasing each other on horseback, missed the way the sunlight caught the happiness that made his eyes glow in the summer sun “and listen to you read” he missed the voices, missed the way he’d turn boring words on a page into a theatrical masterpiece where if Steve just closed his eyes he could picture the people the voices belonged to in his minds eye. “I want to take you on hunts with me cause it’s shit out there without you” a privilege he’d not yet gotten, Eddie never having joined him on a hunt but… the idea of getting to share a tent, watching Eddie make shadow animals on the fabric walls using the lantern as his only source of light, coming up with stories to match how they moved in the light, he wanted it, he wanted it so badly. “I want to be able to tell you about life things, I want to watch you lace up my tunic cause I can’t do it myself” and getting to see Eddie’s eyes through thick lashes so close, god… it made his chest tight and his mouth dry and— “it’s always too tight, or too loose…” he licked his lips to dampen the drying skin “I just want you back and I don’t know how to do that so please, tell me how.”

“I can’t…”

“Why?” He felt like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but he couldn’t stop now, not when he was so close.

“Because it’s not fair! I can’t— I can’t justify it in any way that you’ll understand, in any way that’ll make what I’m doing sound fair to you because it’s not your fault, you haven’t done anything wrong, it’s me, it’s all me, I’m only human and it hurts so I’m protecting myself, please just let me protect myself, just… just call me selfish, or irrational, be mad at me for pushing you away for a bad reason, just… just let me go.”

“Not until I know what the reason is.”

“Ngghh, why? Why do you have to know?”

“Because you JUST said it’s hurting you…” he stepped closer, he knew this was like cornering a wild animal, but he needed to be closer, he’d spent years being held at arms-length and Eddie was right there, his resolve clearly crumbling bit by bit, just a little more, a little more. He’d been complacent for too long, he refused to let Eddie go again “I don’t want to hurt you, Eddie… I don’t want to be the one causing you pain, I don’t know what it is, but… if you tell me, I can fix it… I can make it better again, I can have my best friend back…”

“You can’t fix It, I don’t know how many times I’ll have to say it to get it through your skull, but you can’t.”

“I can try!”

“I wouldn’t ask you to! That wouldn’t be fair!”

“You’re being difficult.”

“You locked me in a room against my will and interrogated me, difficult is the LEAST I can do!”

“Ugh, will you just tell me, please?!”

“No!”

“Why?!”

“Because—Because—!” Something in his friend seemed to snap. He was close, so close, close enough to see the frayed edges of his last vestiges of patience and then it was gone, patience expired, however he didn’t choose violence, there was nothing violent in Eddie’s movements, even the grip of his hands on Steve’s jaw were surprisingly gentle even for the abrupt way he grabbed him.

And then lips. Soft, oh so impossibly soft lips, closed the short distance between them, it took Steve all of a second to catch up. Even if he hadn’t quite figured out what was going on, instinct alone told him to press that boy up against something firm and take his breath away, it was what he wanted, what Eddie apparently wanted and Steve would have given him anything within his power to do so, and as a prince that was unsurprisingly a vast amount of things, so if all he asked for was this, if the only request he had was to be consumed by a mutual want, then Steve would gladly give in.

It was messy, uncoordinated, but Steve made quick work of showing him everything he’d learned, taught through show, how to move his lips, how to lose himself in the hot slide of tongue across tongue. He took Eddie’s jaw within his hands just to gently coax him into the correct angle never once breaking the kiss to do it, only when Eddie’s hands left his own jaw to melt around his neck well, only then did he part from him, a white-hot lance of fire surging through his gut as Eddie tried in vain to chase, his cheeks flushed a warm beautiful pink, lips bruised and shining slick with spit, his pupils blown in a darkened want but eyes wide as though lust and panic fought in his mind for what he ought to be feeling.

“Wh-what...?” Steve breathed, lips still brushing those bruised, spit slicked, plump lips as he spoke “you...” he really didn’t need to ask questions, Eddie clearly wasn’t about to answer them if the building panic seemed to be overtaking the want, Steve didn’t ask any further questions, instead merely groaned out a soft “God, why didn’t you do this years ago?” Before reclaiming the lips he’d dreamed of for years.

Maybe he was being greedy, maybe he was rushing things by allowing his hands to dive for clothes, to fumble with the hem of Eddie’s shirt untucking it from his trousers just to feel the skin of his slender waist within his hands and pulling him closer, hips flushed to hips, maybe he was rushing what they’d have all the time in the world to explore but Steve had years upon years of desire, often repressed, often pushed down, bottled up, and hidden away but Eddie was there, his arms around Steve’s neck, fingers splayed into his hair, breaking the kiss to groan sweet music into the air around them, his head pressed back against the door with nowhere else to go.

Could anyone blame him for rushing?

Steve wasn’t deterred by the broken kiss, there was still so much skin to taste, a perfectly pristine, smooth column of pale skin beneath the cut of Eddie’s jaw just begging to be beautifully mottled with dark, colourful bruises born of desire and it was during the creation of one such beautiful bloom of colour that Eddie managed to gasp “S-Steve...” as his hands feebly gripped broad shoulders, Steve hadn’t even realised they’d left his hair. “Steve… I’ve never—w-we shou—” lord above, never. Never, not even once, his best friend, the boy he’d loved since before he knew what love looked like, had never even attempted to allow himself to be touched.

His mouth watered.

“Shhh” Steve shushed against Eddie’s neck, thumbs gently massaging circles into the dips of Eddie’s hips, “I’ve got you, you’ve looked after me for so long, Eddie... let me—let me take care of you for once.” So many things he wanted to try, so many things he’d had done to him.

So many pleasures Eddie deserved to receive.

He’d never just sat there and taken any of it, enjoyed, yes, greatly enjoyed but he’d learned too, he’d taken their attentions as lessons to be learned and while he’d never been an exceptionally gifted study, that was a subject he excelled at. He knew what he liked, knew how painted lips and talented tongues had reduced him to mush with nought but a saliva slick slide and just enough suction in a bid to impress him.

Not that he needed extra effort to impress. He’d lasted almost all of twenty goddamn seconds the first time, but as he dropped to his knees, not a position a prince should ever really find himself, but a position that still felt so right to be in in that particular moment, so he really didn’t care how long Eddie lasted.

They had all the time in the world, and lots to make up for.

Part: End

[poeticpascal]

I've Got You (Dbf!Joel Miller x Reader)

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Summary: When a date set up by your father goes wrong, your secret boyfriend and Dad's best friend races to protect you.

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut, 18+, MDNI, attempted sexual assault, abusive language, reader's date is a tory prick, soft!dom!Joel, blowjob, unprotected sex, use of pet names.

A/n: So... this is my first time writing smut. I am super proud of this one, so please let me know what you think! Requests are open so for more Joel/Pedro action, you know where to find me x

Dating your Dad’s best friend is hard. And stupid. Really, you have no clue why either of you thought this'd be a good idea. But you were so far down this path now, so entangled in late night meet-ups and whispered phone calls and unspoken thoughts that sounded a lot like ‘I love you’, that it was too late to turn around and steer the sinking ship of this utter mess back to shore.

More than anything, you hate not having any normalcy with him. You can’t fall straight into his arms after a hard day. You can’t cuddle into his side with a bowl of popcorn watching crappy weeknight telly. You can’t go to the store together, holding hands and making him laugh as you insist on buying a flavour of ice cream that you know he’d love. And it sucks.

Because everyone said Joel would never be one to settle down. He’s too wild, too rough to fit into a polished little box like that. And you’d thought the same. Until you fucked him, then fucked him again, and kept going back until you could see the pain in his eyes each time you left. You could practically feel the heaviness settle in his stomach as you left his bed to sneak back home. It hurts him as much as it does you, and if you weren’t so incredibly in love with him, that would’ve been enough to make you run.

Despite how long you’d kept this going now, a good 6 months at least, it never got any easier. Especially when your Dad started talking about dating. He was protective, but more than anything he wanted to see you happy. So when you suddenly became distant, hiding in your room more often and going out on dates much less, he was concerned. Nowhere near as concerned as he’d be if he found out why you were acting that way, you thought, but concerned all the same.

So when he came home one day, beaming and shouting for you to come downstairs, you thought nothing of it. When he explained there was a new apprentice at his work that he thinks you’d like, you weren’t surprised. And when he told you he’d set up a blind date with said boy, you felt sick.

Because you really couldn’t get out of it. You tried.

“Dad, I just don’t feel like dating right now.”

“Oh come on, you used to have a new date every few weeks. I’m just worried about you. Matthew's really nice, and he likes the same shitty music you do-”

“It’s good music.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I just…” he paused, his worry painted on his face, and there's no way you could’ve said no to him. “Honey, I want you to be happy. I don’t know what’s gotten into you recently” - your best friend, you thought - “but I just need to know you’re okay. So give this a go, for me, alright? And if you have an awful time, that’s it, I’ll never set you up again.”

You sighed. He was right; it’s just one night, one date. One box you have to tick to relieve the pressure that comes from having an affair with your next door neighbour, the one more than twice your age, the one your Dad would call a brother. And besides, your Dad would be working an overnight job, so you’d be spending the night at Joel’s anyway. Something to look forward to.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll go. For you.”

He pulled you in for a hug, tight, and you hugged him right back because you really do hate having to keep this from him. He pulled away, smiling - “great! It’s tonight at 7. He’ll pick you up.”

“You already arranged it?!” You near enough shrieked, but he’d already sauntered off to the kitchen, giggling as he went. 

Typical.

So that’s how you ended up here, at 6:55pm, waiting by the front door for Marcus - or Michael, or something like that - to pick you up. Your phone buzzes, Joel’s name flashing on the screen, that alone making you feel that much calmer.

You’d text him as soon as you talked to your Dad, letting him know about the date. He understood, and you loved that about him; he was mature, compassionate, and he was more than secure in the fact that no matter who you talked to, who flirted with you on nights out, who you were set up with… you’d always come back to him. 

Don’t worry about tonight, baby. It’ll go quickly. I’ll leave the door unlocked for when you get back. Text me if you need picking up. J x

You smile at his initial at the end - it’s such a Dad thing to do, but it makes you happy, especially when he adds a little kiss. He only does that for you.

The sudden sound of a car door closing snaps you out of your thoughts, Joel’s text left on read as what you assume to be your date heads up the driveway. You take a deep, nervous breath, smoothing out your dress and heading to the door just in time for his knock.

You open the door, take a good look at your date, and he’s… okay. Not unattractive, per se. Though you’d come to accept a little while ago that being with Joel had soured your perception of pretty much every other guy. His dusty blonde hair is slicked back with gel, his teeth are way too white, and he’s dripped in designer clothing that just screams, “I have a trust fund.”

“Oh, hi! I’m Matthew.” Right. Matthew. “You must be (Y/N).” He leans in to peck your cheek, and all you can think about is how smooth his skin is as it grazes yours. Nothing like Joel’s coarse stubble that you love so much - especially when it leaves red patches on your cheeks, and your neck, and if you’re really lucky -

Matthew leans back a little, confused, and you’re brought out of your daydream. “Sorry, yeah, that’s me. (Y/N).” 

Well, that was awkward.

You just need to get through these next few hours, you think to yourself, smiling at the boy and letting him lead you out of the house and into his car. You can’t help but glance towards Joel’s place across the street; it looks quiet tonight, though his truck is in the driveway, and as soon as you look up you’re sure you catch the living room blinds suddenly draw shut. You smirk.

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The date was going… okay. About as okay as a date you don’t want to be on, with someone you have no interest in, and another man constantly on your mind could go. You could see why your Dad liked him; smart enough, well-polished. His father was a partner in the company, you learned - oh, he’s a ‘Daddy’s credit card’ type you’d thought - and by all intents and purposes he was the sort of guy any parent would hope to see their daughter end up with.

It’s never that easy though, is it?

Because he isn’t rough around the edges like Joel. He doesn’t have his stature, or carry himself with the same brute certitude. You can’t imagine him fucking you up against the wall, working himself up until he’s almost animalistic, somehow using you and worshipping you at the same time. And you can’t see him wrapping you up so tightly afterwards, holding you close and whispering how good you were for me, how proud of you I am.

No, only Joel could do that, and that’s how you like it.

The bill comes, Matthew suggests you split it. You don’t mind. He takes out his credit card, flashing it in front of you. “This is my Dad’s. I can use it as much as I want.” He’s smirking like he’s got something to be proud of, and you really had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Instead you just smile, before paying your share and making small talk as you head out the door and towards his car.

“So, I thought we could head back to my place.”

You freeze. Yeah, no, not gonna happen. He’s got this shit-eating grin on his face, one you knew all too well from past college boyfriends - that’s a boy who thinks he’s getting some tonight. You shudder, wrapping your arms around your waist and trying to sound sincere as you reply, “this has been lovely, but I’ve got an appointment early in the morning” - not really a lie, if staying in bed with a man over twice your age getting fucked or cuddled or both counts as an appointment - “so I’d rather just head home.”

You reach for the passenger side door, but it’s locked. You try again, pulling on the handle, but it doesn’t budge. You realise then that he’s stepped closer, too close, crowding your vision as you turn to face him while keeping one hand on the door’s handle. He leans an arm against the roof of the car, right beside your head, staring you down. 

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). I’ve got the house to myself tonight, it’ll just be us. I know that’s what you want, don’t be shy.”

His free hand pinches your chin, his touch aggressive where Joel’s is rough but careful, and he tries to close the already too-small gap between you.

You dodge him quickly, slipping out from under his arm and backing up, away from the car, away from him. Matthew just watches you, incredulous, before laughing to himself and taking a step forward. “Look, baby, I know you want this. What is it, are you scared your daddy’s gonna find out?”

“What? No, I-” you splutter, but he interrupts.

“Get in the car, (Y/N). You don’t have to worry about anyone finding out. I can see the way you look at me, I bet you’re dying to fu-”

A heavy sickness has flooded your stomach, your nerves shot from the sudden escalation of what was supposed to be a quiet, albeit tedious, night. But his words hit you, and before you can even think, you’re shouting back at him. 

“You seriously think I want to fuck you? You can’t even pay your half of the bill with your own money. Fuck that. I’ll make my own way home.”

The smug look on his face is quickly washed away with anger, and you continue to slowly step backwards as Matthew follows you. A lick of fear sets in now as the pale streetlights cast shadows on his darkened expression, and you scold yourself for opening your mouth.

“The fuck did you just say to me? Do you know who my Dad is?” - this really isn’t a good time to roll your eyes - “You think you’re too good for me, you bitch? I’ll show you.”

He stalks you, and your eyes frantically dart back to the restaurant you’d just left, though you’d backtracked far enough to be almost at the door again.

People are dining and laughing, some just sitting and watching the world go by. You’re well within their view, and you turn back to see that Matthew’s gaze has followed your own and he’s connected the dots. He can’t do anything in front of them. He locks eyes with you again, scoffing, heading back to his car and loudly shouting something that sounded a lot like “fuckin’ bitch.” Nice.

He drives away; you’re safe, out of the situation, and as the relief floods you the adrenaline does too and tears prick at your eyes. You sit on a small bench just outside the restaurant, dotted with shrubbery and stains from spilt drinks you assume, and take out your phone.

Your last chat with Joel is already open, and you breathe slowly in an attempt to still your shaking hands as you type quickly,

Please come and get me. He was trying to get me to go back with him. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’s gone now but I have no ride home.

The text is marked as ‘read’ almost as soon as you send it, though you receive no reply. You didn’t expect to; Joel wasn’t much of a texter. Like, at all. He was slowly getting used to it, what with it being one of the only ways you could really talk when slipping over to his place was too risky. 

In this particular instance, you already knew he’d have read the text, dropped his phone without a second thought and hurried to his truck while muttering to himself what he’s gonna do to the kid, how he won’t see what’s comin’ to him.

Just how badly Joel might react worries you. He’s protective, incredibly so when it comes to you, and that combined with his white hot temper was surely a recipe for some sort of disaster.

Secretly, though, you loved it. And so as you sat on that little bench, frosty air nipping at your skin, you couldn’t help but revel in the warmth that pooled in your core at the thought of what sort of beast Joel would become tonight.

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It only takes him around 10 minutes to reach you, and you know for a fact he must’ve ran a red light or two because normally it’s a 20 minute drive at least into town. You stand, walking over to his truck, but before you can hop in he’s already storming out and wrapping you up in his arms, shielding you, eyes darting across the street.

“Where the fuck is he?”

“Joel, I-”

“(Y/N) where the fuck is he? I’m gonna kill that little bastard. Fucking-”

His body is tense, far more so than usual, and anger pours from him in buckets. You pull away to look up at him, his eyes still searching for the boy long gone, and you sigh. “He’s gone, Joel. He left.”

He finally meets your eyes, a cold frown etched on his face, and he somehow looks even angrier than usual. “Did he touch you?” His hands roam your body, searching for you didn’t know what, but you let him do whatever he needed to relax. To know you were safe.

“No, Joely, he didn’t. I’m fine, I promise.”

It usually softens him right up, your little nickname for him. Joely. The first few times you used it, he’d just scoff or roll his eyes, but the small smirk that crept onto his face each time let you know he loved it. Quite how much he loved it was a different story; you hadn’t got together then, though the both of you wanted it, and as your relationship blossomed you became the only one he ever let call him anything other than Joel.

It doesn’t work this time, though, and he remains stern, finally letting you go and searching your eyes for even a hint of anxiety or fear. “What happened?”

“He tried it on, I said no. He tried again, I backed up and made sure there were people watching,” you nod towards the restaurant, still bustling with life. “And he left.”

Joel nods. “You tell him to fuck off?”

“‘Course i did.” 

It seems as if he finally lets up then, giving you a proper hug, one arm around your neck and the other around your waist. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, hard, and the tension leaves him. “That’s my girl.”

You squeeze him tight, burrowing into his shirt and inhaling the scent of him that you loved so much. With one arm around your shoulders, he guides you back to his truck, opening the door for you and helping you. He does it everytime, but it still makes you blush, and you’re sure his lips smirk slightly as your cheeks turn red. Worth it.

The ride back to home is quiet, only the sound of his radio and passing traffic echoing between you. He keeps a hand on your knee, always protective, and every now and then you rub your palm over it to let him know you appreciate it. To say thank you.

Joel was never good with words, and you’d learned over the last few months just how much he relies on touch to express himself. To show love. You’d picked up on his habits, his little signs, his way of telling you his deepest thoughts without having to speak a word.

And when you reciprocated, when you wrapped your hand around his, or brushed his side at the neighbours’ BBQ, or kissed his shoulder in the kitchen, you knew just what it meant to him.

Your driveway is empty as Joel turns onto your street - your Dad must have set off for work already. You sigh in relief; you didn’t have the energy to explain all this to him, and certainly not the energy to try and sneak into Joel’s without him seeing.

Joel steps out first, taking a quick look around to make sure no nosey neighbours were watching, a precaution you were both used to by now. He grabs the door for you again, holding your hand and helping you out, holding you close to his side as he unlocks the door and you both slip inside.

“What do you want to drink?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

He pauses, looking at you, concerned. ”No. You need somethin’ to drink. You need to- to lie down, or somethin’.”

You follow him into the kitchen as he stalks past you, not giving you time to answer and filling a glass with water and ice. “Drink,” he hands it to you.

You take it, thanking him and sipping as he watches. It’s sweet; he cares about you, so much, and when he looks at you like this you can’t help but feel butterflies swirl in your stomach.

“I’m sorry.” It’s almost a whisper, so quiet you wouldn’t have heard if it weren’t so still already in his house.

“Hm?” You look at him, confused.

“I’m sorry he did that to you. S’not - s’not right. I mean, shit, what if you couldn’t get away?” He was spiralling.

“Hey, hey. Joel, it’s okay. I’m okay.” You set down the glass and take him in your arms. He calms, instantly, holding you tightly against him and cupping the back of your head with his hand.

“You shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

“I know.”

He sighs. “I just wanna protect you, honey.”

“I know.”

He pulls back to look at you, framing your face with his hands and running his thumbs along the edge of your cheekbones.  You lean in, letting his lips capture yours in that sweet but desperate way that only Joel can, and moan into his mouth. He slips his tongue against yours, letting one arm fall to your waist as his hand lingers around the hem of your jeans.

The kiss becomes desperate and you reach for his belt, your arousal becoming unbearable as the memory of him so full of anger and protectiveness spins in your mind like a carousel. He breaks the kiss and you groan, chasing his swollen lips with yours.

“We don’t have to do this.” His southern drawl is slick with need, his eyes closed as he rests his forehead against yours. The moment is so sweet, so intimate, that any thoughts of what had happened today were long gone and your mind was full with sweepings of him.

“I want to.”

He grunts, pushing himself further into you so his nose brushes yours like a cat. So much so, you almost purr into him, and it makes you giggle. You curse yourself as he pulls back, cocking an eyebrow and giving you that stare you’d come to know all too well; you’re a pain in my ass, it says. But the corners of his lips turn upwards, and you step forward so you’re once again pressed right up against him, pressing gentle kisses to his jaw.

“You’ve had a big shock today, sweetheart,” he sighs.

You know he’s given up. You know he needs this as much as you do. But you humour him, and tip his head down so you can kiss his lips again. 

“So make me forget.”

It snaps something within him, and you shriek as Joel sweeps you up in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist in instinct and your head burying itself in his neck. He laughs at the sound you make, something you’d always known to be so rare for him, but that he does far more often now he has you. 

He carries you upstairs, gripping your thighs with his large hands, and the way he holds you so easily just turns you on more. He kicks his bedroom door open, all but throwing you on the bed and watching as you bounced softly on the sheets, undoing his belt that was already half-opened by your shaky hands.

“On your back. Lay your head towards me.”

You did as he said immediately, though your movements were slow, languid. He let you take your time; a part of you thinks he likes to watch you move for him, the way you put on a show, keeping your eyes locked on his and your lips slightly parted and puffy from his kiss. 

You lie on your back, your head dangling off the edge, looking up at him upside down. The hard outline of his cock is just centimetres above you, swollen already, and your desperation to taste it must’ve shown on your face because Joel groans out a soft, strangled “fuck.”

“You need this cock, baby? Need your throat fucked?” You just nod rapidly, desperate for him to do something other than just stand there and watch you, your arousal becoming unbearable. Joel seems to break, too, pulling down his jeans and boxers and gripping his hard length in his hands. 

It’s big at the best of times, but from this angle, his balls level with your eyes and his cock the only thing you can see when you look up at him, it’s painful how bad you need him.

You’d only discovered this position recently, on a night you’d spent at his place while your Dad was away with work, not unlike tonight. Joel had been floored, consumed with pleasure as the stretch of your spine made it so easy for him to slide himself through your mouth and down your throat, the muscles tensing around him and drawing his release much sooner than he’d have liked. 

He slides the head of his cock over your lips, painting them in his precum. You whine, lapping at his taste, desperate but you know better than to lift your hands off the bed. No, you give him control, and he lavishes it.

“Open up, babygirl.”

You comply, parting your lips and moaning as Joel pushes inside, giving you no time to breathe. You try to control yourself, inhaling through your nose and letting your muscles relax before he bottoms out, his groin almost entirely covering your face and your throat full of his thickness. 

It’s filthy, degrading, resigns you to nothing but his to fuck and use as he wants. 

You love it.

“Such a good girl, baby. So good for me, ain’t ya?” You can hardly even nod as your tongue flicks along a particularly swollen vein. He begins to move, pulling out almost entirely before slamming his cock back into your mouth. You moan again, and it hurts, in that delectable way that’ll spend the next few days reminding you of this moment.

Joel’s got one hand on the wooden foot of the bed, keeping himself steady. The other finds its way to your neck, and he stalls as he feels his cock beneath your skin, rapidly pushing in and out. He moans your name, his hips rocking into you harder and harder, chasing a release you knew he wouldn’t let himself have just yet. 

You’re completely at his mercy now, too consumed by his scent and his touch to think, and you hardly register him reaching for your hand and taking it in his own. He starts to mumble, and you only catch a few words - “my good girl. My girl. So- so fuckin’ pretty for me.”

He swells, your tongue working faster against him, his hand squeezing yours and his legs faltering when he suddenly pulls out and stands back with a whimper. Your eyes are glazed over, your sore throat misses him, and your pink swollen lips are trying to say something but you’re not sure what. It feels like his name.

“Come on, pretty girl, come here.” He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, wrapping his big arms around your back and guiding you into his lap. 

His fingers dance over your entrance, collecting the slick that soaked your thighs before pushing a single finger inside, revelling in your arousal. He admires you as you squirm, rolling your hips against his hand, desperate for more and moaning against his lips. 

It’s almost embarrassing how easy you unravel for him, and if it weren’t for your utter infatuation for the man, you’d have hidden your pleasure and at least tried to hold onto some sense of dignity. But you were obsessed, addicted to him, and he knew it. Because god, was he addicted to you, too.

He kisses you, letting another finger slip inside and catching your hiss with his mouth. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, opening his eyes to look at you, his cock twitching against your thigh. 

“Tell me what you need, angel.”

“Y- you, Joel. I need you. Please.” You hardly register yourself saying the words, but they do the trick, as Joel removes his fingers and instead lines the tip of his cock with your soaking wet entrance. 

“Please, please, fuck me. Fuck-” 

He snaps his hips upwards, driving his cock into your cunt and you gasp as he stretches you. You grip at his shoulders, sure to leave marks, but you know he loves it. 

He sets the pace, guiding you to bounce on his cock as his hips snap upwards again and again, fucking you so hard you can almost see stars. 

His head is buried in your neck, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin, and you try to regain some autonomy and roll your hips side to side making him mewl. 

“So - oh, fuck - so good baby, keep doin’ that.” He spurs you on as your breathless moans and the heavy slap of skin on skin fills the room, lewd but addictive.

The pace is brutal, unforgiving as your thighs tremble and you wonder if he’s feeling the burn of his movements. If he does, he doesn’t show it, just ramming into you and moaning your name against your ear. 

His hand falls from your waist and finds its way to your clit, making you gasp as he circles his thumb around the spot. The near pornographic moan that falls from his lips as you roll into his touch is nearly enough to make you cum right there, but you know better than to cum before he tells you to.

Instead he hoists you further up, giving him better control of your hips, and angles his cock so it hits that perfectly raw spot deep inside you that has tears in your eyes.

“I- I’m gonna-” 

“I know, baby. Just hold on for me. I’ve got you.” You cry at his denial, though it’s quickly forgotten as he flips you over onto your back, his head still tucked under the crook of your neck, his cock still buried inside you. He resumes his fast pace, reaching even deeper inside you with your legs locked around his waist, and you moan so loudly you worry someone’s going to hear you.

Joel doesn’t seem to care as he pulls back to look at you, marvelling at how utterly fucked-out you look for him. His pace starts to falter, each thrust more desperate than the last, and he frantically pushes his tongue into your mouth as you moan in unison.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, that’s it.” You release on command, crying out as waves of pleasure spread like fire through your body, and the uncontrollable spasms of your orgasm make Joel groan as he spills inside you, still rocking into you and carrying both of your highs.

He doesn’t let his cock slip out of you as he wraps an arm under your back and rolls onto his side, holding you close as he brushes the matted hair away from your forehead and replaces it with a soft kiss. You hum, snuggling into him and trying not to gasp at the feeling of his cock inside you while you were still so sensitive. He can see you flinch and smiles, though he just wants you to rest for now.

“You okay, babygirl?” You just hum again, but he taps your chin and you look up. 

“Answer me, angel.”

“I’m good. Tired.”

Joel nods, running his hand through your hair and agreeing, “me too.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, almost dozing off as the heat that radiates from him lulls you gently to seep, when he breaks the silence again. “What’s his name?”

“Hm?” You reply, too fucked-out to really understand what he was saying.

“That little asshole. What’s his name?”

He’s looking down at you, brows knitted together, and you just sigh. “It doesn’t matter, Joel. He doesn’t matter. I promise.”

“But-“

You cut him off with a kiss, and the tension that built in his shoulders is quickly dissipated. “No ‘but’s. Get some sleep.”

“Aright,” he resigns. “I love you.”

It slips out, sudden, and he freezes before he realises the joy that’s spread across your face from his words. It’s the first time either of you have said it, and the way your eyes light up are enough to let him die a happy man. You nuzzle his nose, your hand gently lay on his chest, your eyes falling shut again. “I love you too, Joel.” He wraps you up tighter, grinning, happy. In love.. “And no asking my Dad, either.”

He scoffs, “I wasn’t going to!” You just cock a brow, eyes still shut, and though you can’t see him you know he’s rolling his eyes. “Let me get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” 

He pulls out of you slowly, making you wince at the loss, and sits up on the bed. When you can still feel his weight beside you, you crack an eye open to see him quickly typing something on his phone, and you frown. “Joel?”

He startles and drops his phone, turning to you and kissing the top of your head. “Sorry, baby, I’m going - just gimme a sec to get you a warm cloth.”

As he leaves for the bathroom you snatch his phone, already knowing what he’d done. Your Dad’s name is at the top of the screen, the chat from just moments ago still open:

What’s the name of that kid (Y/N) went out with?

Matthew Wicks, he’s the new apprentice at work. Why?

Just wondered.

You’re weird, man.

Joel creeps out of the bathroom, frozen as he sees you lock his phone. He offers a small, guilty smile, quickly wiped away as you grab his pillow and playfully launch it at his chest. 

“JOEL!”

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[aklaustaleteller]

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[unroxyfication]

Roxy's so brave, you know? Roxy rises to the challenge and she wont lose. Roxy's strong too, and makes sure to do what she says she will. Roxy's so brave. So, Brave Roxy, I need you to do that, to be brave for me, okay? Do your best and try not to lose too fast. It only means anything if you choose to lose. Oh? You won't lose so easily? Cute~

Slapping Roxy and slamming her back against the wall, pushing my body against hers as I grope and feel, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Grinding against you, my hands slide into your clothes, pinching and pulling, kneading your skin as I make out with you, not bothering to pull away to let you breathe. My hands continue to roam and grope and scratch as I push you against the wall, holding you there with my weight, the kiss deepening. My hands find purchase on your tits and knead harder, pulling your nipples and rubbing circles on and around them. I kick the inside of your leg just above your birthmark and cause you to lose your balance, sliding ever so slightly down the wall before my weight sets in, your feet searching for the ground. Letting go of your mouth and staring in your eyes closely, I whisper to you so sweetly. Roxy, it's so cute the way your face recovers when you show fear. I love that look of yours, I want to see it again and again. You're being so brave, too. You're doing as I asked, good girl. Oh? You're just being brave? Not because I asked? That tsundere side of yours is cute too, Roxy. Stepping back, I remove my weight and you fall a few centimeters, feet scrambling to catch yourself. Taking your hand, I lead you over to the bed, sit you down, and flip up your skirt. 

Roxy, didn't you say you wouldn't lose to me? What's with this? A few kisses and a little groping and the tip of your dick is shiny already? I can see it through your panties. Are you gonna start leaking soon? I'm not even hard yet, Roxy. Weren't you going to win? Oh, you don't believe me, you want me to show you? No, I'll show you when I'm nice and ready for you, probably after you've already lost. Patting your thigh affectionately, I pull you closer, grab the back of your head, and shove my fingers in your mouth, getting them coated in your spit. No one said this'd be a fair fight, Roxy. I am going to win, and you're going to be happy you lost, in the end. For now, you have to endure and be brave. But you already know that. Just focus on the feeling when I touch you. Or try to resist. I'm having fun either way. My hand removes itself from your mouth and slips into your panties, massaging your asshole, lubing it and pushing little circles around your hole, a chuckle rising in my throat as your hole widens easily and then tightens as you deny me access. Kissing you briefly, I bend down and tongue your hole, clearly relishing the way it feels, my motions coating it with our spit. Noticing your dick twitch, my hands reach up and under your clothes, groping your tits, playing with them as my tongue speeds up, thrusting against your hole. 

Spreading your legs further apart, I finger your hole, curling it just so to rest squarely on your prostate, pushing hard and smiling as you shudder and let a moan escape. Without saying anything, I start to massage the area around your prostate, pushing against it slowly in circle motions. Kissing you again, I gently lay you back and straddle your thigh, my finger working away, moving a little closer, just barely not touching that spot. The hand resting on your tits squeezes as I knead your chest, leaning into the kiss, almost pushing you into the bed further. Making out sloppy style, I lightly touch your prostate again, your hips shuddering in response, bucking as I press harder. Pulling back and watching you watch the spit trail between us, I ask so sweetly. Roxy, do you want to cum? You do? You know you’d lose if you did, right? Pushing against your prostate faster, I stare into your eyes and chuckle as you try and fail to steel yourself, listening to you moan quietly. Roxy you got so quiet all of a sudden… I’ll help you. Sliding my finger over your prostate faster, I play with it like a clit and moan in your ear, whining as I push you over the edge and keep going. Cum for me, Roxy. Oh baby cum for me I love the way you feel oh fuck you’re so hot looking at me like that yes yes yes Roxy please OH Roxy fuck yes, cum just like that oh good girl Roxy good girl! My hand doesn't stop as I kiss you again, my mouth smiling almost too much to focus on the kiss.

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Lining my cock up with your hole, I reach into your panties and find some easy to access lube, and stroke myself. Roxy you really are so cute, the way your hole twitches each time you think I’m going to push in. Listening quietly as you start to protest, I push inside and match your moan, sliding into your prostate slowly, allowing your hole to stretch. Thrusting slowly, I grind against your spot and grip your hips as you try to shift, preventing you from moving away. I work into a quick rhythm, pushing into your spot with each thrust and relishing your moans, joining you. Seeing you tense up again, I grab your chest and play with it, smiling as you shudder again. Little time passes before your dick twitches harder and harder, leaking into your panties more and more. I kiss you deeply as you cum again. My pace doesn't falter as I speak. Roxy, triple or nothing, okay? I keep thrusting, pushing against your prostate, and thrusting, groping your tits roughly, and thrusting, kissing you, until you cum again. I speed up and say softly. Roxy, quadruple or nothing? After enough time and several of your dry orgasms, I finally pull out and place my cock on your exhausted, cockdrunk face again. Roxy, you’ve lost. Show me what you’ll do with the winner, won’t you?

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Lets say this is before the Lov and Chisaki team up, but after Kamino. So far the only members that haven't been affected are Mr. Compress, Magne, Spinner, and Twice. And they now have 4 kids + bonus teenager and are finding out a bunch of stuff. Tomura looks completely different and given he doesn't use hair dye that means a quirk was used to permanently alter his appearance. Which given the circumstances only increases the concern they have for him. Himiko whose parents called her monster (Spinner is doing damage control). Touya Todoroki aka Endeavor's son aka a dead kid???? Which fuck man what even is happening there. The cryptid baby Hawks who has attached themselves to Touya and hasn't said a word.

And the most concerning being Oboro. Because they recognize him. Maybe from a sports festival they once saw but definitely from the news of his death. UA didn't experience tragedy often and Oboro's death was a major thing. They know he died. And given what they know now of the Nomu (Tomura told em) and AFO's quirk? I think Mr. Compress and Magne seriously consider bringing them to UA. They see this as a chance to get both them and the kids out of the villain cycle before it destroys them completely.

Oh yeah they are SO fucking confused like. Obvs they know the group was probably normal kids at some point but goddamn seeing the innocence is killing them.

As for the Nomu thing....

So like It's kind of a thing on i headcanon that most of the group doesn't know exactly on the Nomus. It's something they don't like to think about but when they do think about it they assume more 'corpse harvesting' than 'using living subjects' because one is significantly more fucked than the other

but....

Oh BOY do I think this'd get sus.

Because like. Yeah just.

At least one of them remembers Oboro's name and can use the internet to double check that they're right and oh yeah he uh. He died over a decade ago.

Then there's Toya. Who they know for sure is supposed to be dead as that was Major News™. (Whether this is a more 'canon' where he was 13 or something CC-esque where he was 19 is up in the air)

Now. Himiko they already know her story and Hawks isn't giving them any info (Partly because he's a little cryptid child who doesn't speak much, partly because he thinks they know him already).

But looking up 'Tenko Shimura'...... well. He's supposed to be dead too. Whole family just fucking dusted. And while they /may/ connect Tomura's Quirk/the way Tomura talks about his family/the hands to 'oh some shit went sideways'....... it /is/ odd that that could happen and he'd end up disappearing/assumed dead instead of 'only survivor now sent to foster care'.

And /maybe/ they could make some leaps in logic but given two other scenarios of "presumed dead but shows up with the LoV under a new identity and looking fucked up in some way" they got with Toya/Dabi and Oboro/Kurogiri.........

Well it certainly paints a picture doesn't it?

[rjcopeseethemald]

Responding to a few times Elsie tagged me for tag games because I haven't responded to them at all before

(also guess who's back into posting)

Whoops, sorry @elsie-writes, it appears I've accidentally ignored every tag game you've tagged me for. All of them over several months ago. Better late than never though!

Below are responses for a Character Voice Tag, OC in 15, and Find the Word:

Character Voice Tag

My line: "Is it supposed to be green?"

Lia: "Hey, is that thing supposed to be green? Lioko: "Uhh... guys? There's this, uh– green thing, and I'm not sure if it's supposed to be green or not!" Maiolo*: "That's supposed to be green, right? This'd be a bad time for me to start going colorblind..." Hydrogen: "Hang on..." Adjusts their eyes... then adjusts them again.... "Is that thing supposed to appear green like that?

*Originally named Miilo and then Maiilo before I settled on Maiolo.

For this one, I'll tag @eccaiia, @melpomene-grey, @vesyl, @elmachetecriollo, and leave it open! Your line is "We have to get the power back on." or, if your setting doesn't have electricity, "We have to get it working again.""

OC in 15: Hydrogen

A lot of people seem to love Hydrogen, so I'll sample 15 of their lines for you all:

The wisp slowed down in mid-air and floated towards the re- emerging twins, but stopped briefly to glance at the massive hole in the wall. “Oh,” they said, only mildly taken at all. “I told the novices to keep their sparring outside…. Anyway!"

“So! Am I to assume the age of the Cadrian Empire is long gone? –Actually, I’m taking your near total confusion as a ‘yes’–”

“[Crafting] the stars?” Lioko repeated, incomprehension in his voice. “How’s that not godlike?” “Oh, they were going to form anyway,” Hydrogen dismissed, with a several little waves of their hand. “I just made the first few. It took me a million years for each one, several failed attempts, and I can’t even do anything larger than those boring red ones that just…” they rippled their fingers in the air. “–fizzle out.”

“Okay, this is great and all,” Lioko interposed. “But… how can we trust you?” “It’s simple!” Hydrogen giggled. “You can’t!”

“Oh, I’ve got thirteen billion years on both of you. I know full well how suspicious my whole… deal– might sound,”

“This world is not mine to hold dominion over. I'm an Elemental! Not a supreme being!” said Hydrogen. “…So, anyways: May I accompany you home? Or shall I be relegated to waiting outside?”

“You know, Hydrogen…” said Lia, cracking an appreciative smile. “I like the way you think.” “Well, now you’d just be making me blush if I was able,” they quipped.

“Sleep really is the most… unnecessary necessity, isn’t it?” said Hydrogen, not looking away from the sky. “Yeah, I guess it is,” Lia answered, hoisting herself all the way up onto the roof. “Hmm… sorry about that,” they quipped, holding their hand outstretched and shutting one eye. “Blame… the laws of physics, or something.”

“Why even get so close to us humans in the first place?” asked Lia. “You’re so… far above us, on a basic level.” “On a basic level, maybe,” Hydrogen answered, pushing off the roof to float cross-legged in the air. “But I don’t consider myself to be above you. I’ve got feelings, too; I’m far from perfect; and I have opinions and tastes. Sure, I might be– well– me, but really; that’s where our differences end. And, you could still learn to mimic a sizable fraction of our power. Not so far above you now, hmm?”

“Well, of course I’m willing to guard you against threats to your lives,” Hydrogen clarified. “Just… don’t personally ask me to kill anyone.”

“Might I remind you that atomancy can give you parity with regular weapons,” Hydrogen imparted, floating down from the driver’s bench. “Yes, even these fancy new ones.... I talked with the village toolsmith, they’re not that impressive.”

When dawn broke the next day, Hydrogen was right there on the kitchen windowsill, casually lying back in waiting. They had a pleasant little smile on their face, a look of satisfaction or contentment. “You’re finally awake!” they greeted, flitting up into the air. “I’ve been wanting to tell you the good news since midnight.”

“Well, let me just say, I’m delighted there’s some Elemental already doing this!” Hydrogen responded, bouncing up to float at eye level.

A titanic golden eagle– whose feathers appeared to be made of real gold– landed on the steps. Hydrogen was like a mouse to him. “Well!” said Hydrogen, recovering back to a standing float. “You’re certainly new!"

“Ah. Hydrogen, you’re back,” said Bromine. “What did you find?” “A lot,” Hydrogen answered, frankly. “But that’s all I’m going to say!” they tried to lighten up once more.

For this one, I'll tag @lanawritesalittle, @late-to-the-fandom, @oh-no-another-idea, @njnetails, and leave it open

Find the Word Tag

My words: Blonde, Hall, Know, Drug, Girl Blonde:

And– the early hour had almost made [Sandrine] forget– regulation dictated that long hair belonged in a single bun. She quickly consolidated her platinum blonde locks at the back of her head into a swirling sort of shape, and with that, headed off towards the Joint Command building.

Hall:

Molau’s seat of government was quite meager in comparison to the Visselan House of Congress, but the Assembly Hall made do with what it had.

Know:

“Atomic fusion!” Hydrogen proclaimed, sheathing their sword with a little spinning trick. “Only a few Elementals’ atoms are light enough for it. And… want to know the best part?” Lioko went “Wait, uh–” but not before Lia could jump in with “–Ooh, tell us!”

Drug:

No instances

Girl:

“Police!” the irate Visselan shouted over to the J. Miller building, catching the attention of a couple loitering officers. “That Native girl and her brother stole my dyes three months ago!”

Sending this one out to @mk-writes-stuff, @eddie-roo, @marlowiswriting, @moonsbetween, and leaving it open; Your words are Head, Hunt, Silence, Steal, and Witness.

This was fun, and hopefully I'll keep my word and get back into posting! And please remember that all tags are no pressure!

[sunmoonmac]

So, that worked. Now for something completely different.

I wrote this as an answer to a challenge in some other fandom, so I figured I'd post it here.( I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how to add tags besides the few offered in my blog. So, no tags.)

Magnificent Seven - modern day AU - Chris and Vin

It's Been A Day

**strange trilling noise**

BANG! Vin got off another shot.

**strange trilling noise**

He looked at Chris, then fired another shot.

**strange trilling noise**

“Is that your phone?” He asked as he took aim and took a shot at the people firing at them.

Chris growled, shooting at their enemies.

**trilling noise**

“Would you answer the damned thing? It’s fuckin’ annoying!”

Chris growled at Vin, “They’ll call back. It’s just my mom.” He swiveled around, trying for a better view of their enemies.

**trilling noise**

They were trapped behind a stone wall that stood four feet tall and about eight feet long. The people shooting at him and Vin were tucked into a small barn across the road, and they had the high point.

“It’s yer mom? You better answer that,” Vin remarked. He rose up, shot, then came back down. “Don’t worry, I got your back.” He fired again.

“Shit,” Chris grumbled and opened his phone. “WHAT?”

“That’s no way to answer your phone, Chris.” A female voice responded. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Yeah, Mom, you could say that,” Chris grunted and fired off a shot at the barn.

“I’m sorry. I just needed to know if you and Vin were going to be in the area tomorrow? Your sister is having a birthday party for Katie and was wondering if you’d come.”

“You called to invite me to a birthday party?” Chris yelled at his mom. “Just a sec,” he growled putting his phone down to spin and help his partner. A brief flurry of gunshots, including some at the person on the crown of the barn roof, ended the fight.

Vin stood and took in the scene, bodies littering the ground in front of the barn, none moving. “What’d she want?”

“She wants to know if we can make it to Katie’s birthday party on Sunday,” Chris huffed, also standing.

“Tell her hell yeah! I love that little kiddling.” Vin responded enthusiastically.

Chris bent, picked up his phone and said, “Yeah, Mom, we’ll be there.”

“Great. It’ll start about one, after lunch. See you both there!” She replied, then hung up.

Chris closed his phone and tucked it into a pocket. He watched for any signs of life as Vin checked the bodies. “Find anything of value? Recognize any of them?” He asked.

“Nope and nope. I’m thinkin’ they’re hired cannon fodder for the Brimstone Gang,” Vin said. “Seems like the only things they carried was guns and ammo. Not a wallet or phone to be seen. I don’t like it, Chris.”

“Me neither. Let’s get the bikes and get out of here. We got a party to get ready for,” he said, heading for the shed they’d stored their motorcycles in.

Vin grinned widely, following Chris. “Yeah! Can’t wait for some punch and cake.” He climbed onto his bike and watched Chris mount his. “You know, this'd be a good time to get Katie a puppy. Case’s got a litter that’s ready to go.”

Chris fired up his bike. “My sis’l kill the both of us,” he said casually.

“Yeah,” Vin agreed. “But what a great way to go.” He started and revved his bike’s engine.

Chris shook his head, then pulled out onto the road to town. Vin pulled out behind him in their normal riding pattern, just to the left and rear of Chris. They had a puppy and then a party to get to.

[yomiurinikei]

soooo hard for me to verbalize my thoughts on tsuhara but to me its like. they're not Loving and Affectionate. it's not about someone who makes your heart flutter and causes you to kick your feet. sometimes the best person to have in your life is someone you don't feel strongly about because they just bring a feeling of contentness. it's about safety and stability. tsurugi and kinji are both characters who have the capacity for grand emotional moments, but are very controlled (i chose the word Controlled for a reason. restrained.) when they don't have something pushing on them. i think their relationship is about having someone to bring up those more button pushing issues with, who'll remain calm and unaccusatory while you discuss them.

obviously this lends the best to kinji being the one to work tsurugi through his issues in non despair (wherein i think kinjis skills with conversation helped a lot, letting tsurugi get Upset, but not returning it in kind or icing him out, just letting tsurugi say his piece), but i like to think of how this'd apply to future settings too... smthn ive said before is that i think kinji would end up re-evaluating his relationship with the church and what faith means to him, and while i don't think he'd ever turn away from his beliefs, i do think he'd change how he interacts with religion a bit? broadens his world beyond it... and i can see tsurugi being really helpful there. tsurugis issues were more Pressing because his situation was Explicitly Harmful, and knowing what tsurugis dealth with versus where he ended up helps give kinji a frame work for how he feels about his own experiences, and how he wants to handle them.

anyways. its just about a constant, steady presence. someone who can serve as an anchor point/stay strong when you're losing it. and when you've both kinda rearranged yourself, while using that other person as your shoulder to lean on, there's a sense of familiarity that comes with being around them. safe, content, stable.

[humblefryingpan]

I hate it when I stop enjoying activities that I used to like. I've been taking japanese lessons and I've just started dreading them (even though I usually enjoy the lessons) but it doesn't just affect me and I'm rlly fucking struggling

So I'm trying to learn Japanese and I have an online lesson every week, that's because like two years ago I was really into anime (still am but I'm way less obsessive about it now) and I was like "I'm gonna learn the language too!" So my mum thought it was a great idea and found me lessons.

I know learning a language would be good for me and that learning languages is way harder as an adult. I really like the language and I love learning it (it makes me happy when I can recognize basic words, it's fun to learn, its really interesting and I usually enjoy the lessons). But for some reason I'm kinda dreading it every time.

It's probably related to the fact that I've kinda been struggling with my mental health lately and I just kinda think I'm really fucking stupid. Like every time I don't know something I get really close to crying, and I know basically nothing so it's pretty common. I'm really emotional about everything and I have an awful memory so yk, a lot of the time when I do know things I forget them anyway.

So every time I have a lesson I feel so fucking stupid and I feel bad because like my teacher's really great and it's usually pretty fun. I find Japanese so interesting and I don't find it that hard but I remember nothing and I always end up really struggling to remember words I've said a billion times.

I have two notebooks (one of them's been completely filled) that I really can't get through 5 minutes without. But I forgot I had a lesson today so I have like half an hour to go to my nans and get set up.

I can't cancel without 24 hours notice because they're pretty expensive and my grandad pays for them. My mum's started making me feel really guilty whenever I do try to cancel or move the lesson (even with enough time) so there's been like three times I've had to cancel plans bc of the awkward timing (it was from 12:30 to 1:30 on saturdays but it's been permenantly moved to 5:30 on Wednesdays)

And they're really expensive too (idk for sure but I think it's around £70 per lesson) and I feel so guilty for making my family spend that much on me and even worse for being so ungrateful. Like that's £70 per week and I'm fucking dreading it?

I think if I really wanted to quit I could but I just feel like it'd be a bad idea? Like this'd be good for me and it'd be such a waste to quit now but I'm so bad at it and idrk what to do ab it

[snobgoblin]

Ace reader go "shopping"

x hehehe oh ok

CHAOTIC ACE (GORILLAZ) X READER

rated: E for even a zygote could read this it's squeaky clean

plot: yall need outfits for an award ceremony so you steal em

It smells like old lady in here. Smells like old RICH lady. that's the worst kind of old lady, not like the ones that are mean but in a funny way. You didn't expect Ace to take you to such a fancy place, the fanciest place you've seen him go willingly was to that 3 star seafood restaurant that gave yall food poisoning.

You piped up "So uhm. What are we doing here again it smells like purse dog"

Ace looked over from some suit jackets he was rummaging through. he dropped one on the ground and fumbled to put it back "Eh, need an outfit for some kinda award thing, I dunno. You're coming with me. You're sposed to bring a date and I ain't bringing the guys."

"I'm literally your partner......... and I'm your last choice? girl WHAT 😭"

"Told ya i aint a girl, toots. And it's not like you were my last choice I just figured you wouldn't wanna go. Then I remembered I don't like bein by myself so I decided you would. That alright?" he barely paused before holding up a pink suit jacket up to his body, "Hey you think this'd look good on me?"

"Uh..." you struggled to process everything he said so you just dropped it. You probably didn't want to go because it was loud, and there would be cameras, but you wanted to be there to support him. You were happy for him. You smile "Looks great." it did not. it was radioactive pink, you could see out of the corner of your eye that the white floor was reflecting the color of the suit jacket, it was practically GLOWING. but he liked it. so you just threw him a bone.

he picked out a........ matching isn't the right word, more like. he just picked out a pair of yellow pants ok. bro looked like an easter egg. at least his undershirt was white, offset the brightness a little

"Alright, now you. It's on me." he folded the clothes over his arm and put both hands on your shoulder, as if to nudge you. "Whatever you want. Gotta be classy though"

You had been spacing out but replied "They call it classy because it's stuff teachers would wear?"

Ace blinked, but you couldn't really see it through the sunglasses. "HUH. Never thought of it like that. You might be onto something."

Once you picked out your preferred outfit, Ace took you both to the dressing room.

"Better to know it fits now then having to take the duct tape to it right before the show." he had said.

AND GUESS WHAT. for once the sizing wasn't proper ASS BOOTY and it fit like a glove. I mean, it fit like, whatever you chose. which could be gloves yeahhh I fuck with those AND SO DOES ACE HE FUCKS WITH WHATEVER YOU CHOSE! bros sunglasses fell down and he called you hot. you could practically see little hearts circle his head, before he shook it and took your arm in his. "you got the clothes you came with?"

you nodded. "why?"

"Good. This is why" and then he simply. Walked out of the store. Why were you even surprised at this point. the sirens went off in the store but he simply ignored them. And he got away with it. and the awards ceremony ended up being awesome btw

[peregrineggsandham]

New microphone acquired! Now it's only a matter of time. And energy. And harmony.

I don't have anything recorded, this is just a Musescore playback, but here's what the not-quite-a-round version of Cornifer's humming tune sounds like. And the lyrics that will actually go to it.

This'd be the second-to-last chorus, and the only one sung as a "round" - the song's basically a ballad with a repeating refrain, and the chorus changes each time to count up... before counting down all at once at the end.

(And losing one voice/"singer" at each step, of course. Like I've said before, the fun thing about rounds is how the voices die out slowly one by one until only the last remains. 😊) (does this mean I need to record twelve tracks of voices? yes.)

(If you have a better idea of the key than I do, please tell me, I know little musical theory and am not certain what is going on here.)

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...Twelve went to mosquitos, who politely drained her dry / Eleven lent to caterpillars learning how to lie / Ten to tender termites to brighten up their nest / And nine for all the fireflies whose embers burned the best

Eight would sate the weevils, seven would the ants / Six would please the circus fleas whom evil taught to dance / Mantises and maggots, to each an equal five / (The mayflies asked for nothing in their single day alive)

One to mourn the living, one to bless the dead / One a god rejected (for it fed on dreams instead) / One reserved the moths deserved, but none she's heard yet live / And once she met a wyrm who wanted all she had to give.

[innerpeacebarbarian]

KR Geats' production conflict

There are some who said that the final quarter of the show feels cramped/rushed, and I was also worried when Geats is ending, not due to wanting it stay or have "season 2" or such, but because it never gave me the feeling that the series is almost done wrapped even at ep. 38 (so extended series after ending/"season 2" won't work on this either).

Well, I know dwelling on it won't do anything, but I guess I've found the likely reason that it feels that way, so at least there's closure for me. The reason seem to be this decision (from this link):

Takebe wanting to Sara's screentime as the beacon of light, which primarily affects how pushed forth Keiwa's heel turn was, which Takahashi planned earlier. But I think the series as a whole got slowed down in the middle for this, in Yearning arc that focuses on Sara's stint as Hakubi in DR, and the first few episodes of Genesis arc.

So overall, ep. 34-40 of the series (it's said too above Keiwa's heel turn is pushed to forties). May also explain why the primary Rider (by extension the others) gets final form really late compared to usual.

The series did get concluded without being left hanging much, thanks to Ace's powers despite the stakes, and the cast do get closure, which dispelled some of my worries, but there are handful moments I want to see in the series listed in link below:

Looking forward for these in KR Geats if it has more/enough time

Though after all of this, don't get me wrong, this isn't a hate for Sara. Reject Kekera's view of her as an expendable story element instead of a person, and fans who wished the same "for Keiwa's sake" (e.g. going dark for his "success").

By filling in Sara about the DGP (as Hakubi), she did become a beacon to raise the morale of the conflicted Keiwa and Neon, fighting for the latter's happiness to encourage her believing in her fans and her authenticity as a person. I think this'd be some of my suggestions to keep her role but not taking too long in middle:

(KR Geats) Suggestion to keep Sara's role but more concise

Though dunno if the initial plan will still have Yearning DR created or not, but to instead kill Sara off at the end of JGP. There are required plot progression done in Yearning arc like Ace and the DGP team figuring out the Goddess. Keiwa's next schemes and Bujin Sword debut also needs Tsumuri's role to be known, as his means to the end, his "shortcut".

To wrap it off, I'd accept and want for Geats to be acknowledged as breaking Reiwa KR's curse (quality wise), but I do have personal disappointments that there's still a conflicting decision after a strong start where it's a complete package of a season that excels in what not much seasons can pull off like the mystery building, plot point, its action (IMO), and how there are no outright bad episodes generally, which I felt it was consistent due to how it feels planned from the beginning to me (like Build), rather than making last minute decisions.

Decision change can be something well-received like Hiromi's extension (I liked it as a build up for Vail plot twist), and there can be cancelled decision that likely turns out better like Gaim-esque ending for Geats planned before Battle Royale movie.

But for Sara one, Geats is already very tight, not enough room even with Geats' fast pace - it already only focuses on what matters for the story (only featuring Mitsume as Ace's family, said below), without extending those that served their use, even small roles (like the quick death/departure for extra Riders... Kanato in Gang Riders or even Yukie/Letter):

Still duration management needs to be taken into account, with this being a yearly franchise that has limited set of episodes. Guess this is a case when the yearly episode format is too little for a KR season, instead of too many (much padding to go to 40+) - same reason to better have KR not restricted to yearly format

Though ofc, not taking things too long in middle for Sara still depends on how those other stuff would be executed. And the show itself may only care about giving necessary conclusions for the plot and characters (which it did), my additions above are for more extra enjoyment.

[sharksa-shivers]

OH DAMN, SOME MEFORIA CONTENT??? O SHIT LOL...

(We see Nucleo stuck in one of the shadowdemon dungeons, he seems very fuckin uhhhh, not pleased, and this'd be due to shadowcult members finding out where he lives and waiting til he got home from work, so he's still like dressed in his work clothes and shit, oof…)

Meforia:(we see her trying to be nice and actually like…Courteous towards him, she gives a smile)Soooooo, uhhhhh, i guess…Anything i can get you or?

Nucleo:(annoyed)I mean…You could let me out and let me go the hell home…We could start there…

Meforia:(gives him a kinda sad look)Yeahhhhhh, so…I can't do that, sorry…Uhhhh, anything else i could maybe do or?

Nucleo:(just gives her a weird look)Why the hell are you asking me that??? Don't you literally want to kill me???

Meforia:(sighs)No, i don't. Look, i'm sorry, i just need you here basically for bait. I literally just need firebitch to show up, okay?

Nucleo:(annoyed)She's not gonna come here herself, she's gonna fucking send The Trio kids, fucking hell…

Meforia:(smirks)That'll work too! I just need that damn amulet off of Kristy!

Nucleo:(we see him get defensive)I swear to Neptune, you hurt any of them, im not the strongest mer but i promise you, i'll fuckin fight full power over them!!!

Meforia:(rolls her eyes)I'm nottttttt, i don't want to hurt them, i don't want to hurt or kill you or anybody else, i just want the damn amulet…

Nucleo:(glaring)Ok, cmon, we both know that's bullshit, you're just as on board with murder as anybody else here, don't fuckin lie, cmon…

Meforia:(she stares at him)No i'm not, the hell do you mean???

Nucleo:(surprised at her seeming lack of self awareness)…You want to bring back Demon Drop yeah?

Meforia:(nods)Of course i do!!! I love him!!! Nucleo:(slouches back, arms crossed)The hell do you think the outcome of that's ACTUALLY going to be? We both know what he wants…

Meforia:(getting awkward)I…

Nucleo:(obviously not happy)You say you don't want to kill me or hurt Kristy but like…You KNOW he WILL if he comes back and gets power. So how the hell is that any better or any different?

Meforia:(we see her thinking, Nucleo just staring at her, his forest green eyes just glaring)…….Okay, how about this, uhhhhh, i can't…Really…Promise this fully through but maybe i can talk Demon into sparing you, huh???? How's that???

Nucleo:(glaring, anger in his eyes)I don't want to live in a world where everyone i know and care about is fucking dead. I don't want my friends or family, or fuck, even strangers hurt and killed by you assholes…

Meforia:(she feels bad and awkward, sighing)…I…I'm sorry, i just…I'm sorry…

Nucleo:(pissed off)No you aren't because if you were, you'd call all this shit off but we both know you fucking won't!!!! Fucking christ, if you're gonna leave me alive, then do me the favor and leave me alone, wouldja? Fucking hell…(slumps tiredly and pissed)

(We see Meforia just stare, feeling bad but she brushes it off and turns, leaving the dungeon area and Nucleo alone…) ----------- (I really do need more Meforia stuff, smh...) Idk if i am 100% happy with this but i do like it so i shall share lol (points once again to the disclaimer on my page that everything is subject to change...Also this one is kinda older, like several years so...Yeah...) But i'm p sure i said before...OH is morally grey...But Meforia is too... OH is somebody who's trying to be a hero who seemingly does and has done quite alot of questionable and not good shit in her quest for that goodness. (Like...Idk, kidnapping a random teenager to save the world...Yknow, like that lol...Like yes, she's causing irreversable harm to this one person mentally...But it's for the fate of the entire world and...Surely Kristy would be much more miserable if the demons win in the end no?) Meforia is the opposite. She's obviously been through her own shit and struggles and...All her heartbreak upon losing Demon Drop with him being banished by OH and Purple Fin, well...Now she's doing awful shit to get him back. Sure, she doesn't hate mortals directly herself, hell, you could probably get her to befriend some...But........Well.........Demon Drop kinda wants to wipe out every single thing with a pulse so...I mean...Bringing him back brings that sort of danger level back now doesn't it? Other antagonists we'll see in Kidnapped are just straight up bastards but Meforia is one who...I feel is interesting to play around with...How far is she willing to go for Demon Drop? Could she ever sway herself enough to get out of the cult? (Probably not at this point easily since she's the Queen of the Shadowdemons in Demon Drop's absense...The cult probably will not take kindly to the queen stepping out of line...) Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah, yknow lolololol, It's not just The Trio and The Trio defs aren't the only characters who have arcs and developments and whatnot... Also!!! Cuz i feel like it might be asked You say it Mah-for-ia=Meforia Just for clarification lol...

Also incredibly old art and i ABSOLUTELY need to draw her again soon, here's a pic of Meforia as a refresher... (would've posted the actual image but i am presuming it is too big...idk, won't let me so you get a link instead to some super oldass art...Ik it's old but at least you'll get some idea of her design lol...) Also Meforia isn't a shadowdemon, she's a shapeshifter as a reminder as well!! (and shapeshifters are more rare and hard to find so yeah, fun lol)

I'll find some more posts with her later, maybeeeeee more up to date dialog stuff lol XD

[lurkingteapot]

Random song recs: Mandarin edition

Did one for Thai songs a while back here and thought this might be fun. Idk.

S.H.E.：《痛快》 (tongkuai/Satisfaction)

First c-pop song I ever heard, first I learned to sing (parts of) for karaoke, still a banger.

信乐团： 《死了都要爱》 (Shin Band: si le dou yao ai/Even dead I want love)

It's dramatic, it's epic, it's rock, what else do I want?

周笔畅: 《走！》 (Bibi Zhou: zou!/Run!)

this wasn't my first Bibi Zhou song – that honour goes to 别爱我像爱个朋友 (bie ai wo xiang ai ge pengyou/don't love me as a friend) or the one that I feel is most popular (that'd be something like 用尽我的一切走向你 yongjin wo de yiqie zou xiang ni/running towards you with all I have) - but it's a really fun, high energy one that I love a lot.

梁博：《男孩》 (Liang Bo: nanhai/Boy)

This one is 100% due to a previous fandom, and I still love it. If it's gotta be a love song, self-depreciating bittersweet love songs are my poison of choice, apparently.

毛不易：《消愁》 (Mao Buyi: xiaochou/Drowning Sorrows)

Mao Buyi is another one of those … god, anything he touches is golden, but this one is special to me. Went over the lyrics with one of my teachers in class and goodness, goodness. All the feelings.

梁静茹：《分手快乐》 (Fish Leong: fenshou kuaile/Congrats on the Breakup)

oldie but goldie. nostalgic but hopeful. the one we broke out when, at a barbecue where a friend had been uncommonly quiet, she finally told us that she'd broken up with her partner. Got a smile out of her by the end.

李荣浩：《年少有为》 (Li Ronghao: nianshao youwei/If I Were Young)

It's a tearjerker and a complete feeling-down-on-myself song, but I LOVE it. Love it love it love it to bits.

孙燕姿：《克卜勒》 (Stefanie Sun: Kepler)

Love it. Instant feeling of having someone support and love me.

张韶涵：《呐喊》 (Angela Zhang: nahan/Scream)

The energy of this is unmatched. The duet version of this she did with Xiao Zhan is also incredible.

光良：《童话》 (Michael Wong: tonghua/fairy tale)

this sappy classic was the first thing I heard when I turned on the television in a Beijing hotel room, 2005. I scrambled to copy down the artist's name and song name and had a friend help me hunt down an album.

I'll probably remember ten more songs I should've included once I post this, but hey, nobody said this'd have to be the last one. Have recs you think I might enjoy? Let me know!!

[reviewsclown]

Resident Evil Revelations 2012

So, first off and very obviously, this is the Silent Hill 3 movie? The opening is of Cheryl Mason like partway through the game in the amusement park area, but it's a dream fake out, and then the dream fake out is another dream fake out. Apparently this is actually a sequel to Silent Hills 2006? And also an adaption of Silent Hill 3. I had no idea going into this movie, Sharon is Cheryl from the first game, Alessa gillespie doesn't really change I guess, Christopher Da Silva is Harry Mason now? there's a line about him changing his name, and Sharon changed her name to Cheryl/Heather whatever. Kinda spoils things, knowing this, since there's a friendly character named Vincent and there's only really one Vincent in Silent Hill, and he mentions his grandfather Leonard too. They killed Douglas pretty early on to have Vincent be the companion, odd choice but I guess they needed a love interest? a little lame. Also they coudl've spent more time in Silent Hill and not the otherworld, they only had like, one scene. This'd be fixed if there was any downtime between the areas, just walking through the town or something. They go from the mannequin store to the asylum extremely fast, and from there to lakeside amusement park also pretty instantly. The Silent Hill 3 merry-go-round is there and thats cool but its mostly a stage for Cheryl and Alessa to fuse? or something? Pyramid Head has a fight scene at the end probably exclusively because they thought it would be cool to have that happen, Cheryl doesn't fight anything in this movie basically

Lot of, not very good CGI in the beginning, when they tried to show like, a scary version of the real world without going full Silent Hill in the mall. but once they stop doing that and it's just full Silent Hill rust transformations, that looks pretty good. The mannequin-spider is a pretty cool design, but the person that got TFed into a mannequin less so. I mean it's an alright concept I guess? but the CGI really wasn't there, it looked like I, Robot. Alessa turning from a creepy little girl into a creepy Cheryl, neither of the designs were good it has to be said.

Final Review: Eh, it's alright, not garbage but I think maybe they shouldn't have tried to make it a sequel to Silent Hills 2006 and also stuck closer to the game script possibly? If you want Silent Hill 3 flavored slop and you won't be offended by Silent Hill 3 but bad, this movie is for you.

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Underachievers - 18: Doubt

Translator: Peace

Proofreader: 310mc

Subaru: Ohh, so your goal was to check out who the client was?

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Location: ES Live Stage

Subaru: Ohh, so your goal was to check out who the client was?

Then you haven't decided if we're even gonna do this live or not? Even though I got totally prepared for it?

Hokuto: You're all jumping to conclusions as usual.

I only said we may do one, but you're the ones who decided to meet up already dressed up, weren’t you?

Subaru: Well, that's 'cause this is our first big break in a while!

I was looking forward to it, y’know~? We've been doing nothing but small-time lives this whole time, you know? There's no way we could make profit just on that!

Hokuto: I mean, I feel the same. It might be because of the air at ES, or maybe it's the whole L$ system that's being used now, but it feels like we're being restricted in every sense of the word.

Any more stress and we'd explode.

So I thought this'd be a good way to release some of that pressure… But that's why I believed it was important to confirm who our mysterious client was before.

Subaru: So it's not your papa, Hokke~? But you got some kind of message through HoldHands a bit ago, right?

Hokuto: Ah… When I first got the message, I thought "this guy's trying to start something," so I was gonna grill him about it.

But that guy isn’t around the venue. The person who sent that message wasn't my father at all.

I only noticed this once it was pointed out, but the message I got might've been forged.

By using his icon and ID, they impersonated my father and sent that message.

Makoto: Ahh, you've gotta keep your guard up more, Hidaka-kun. You can’t just forget that simply because HoldHands is a messaging system that's exclusive only to ES.

The net's host to all kinds of bad people, so it's no wonder that something like that could happen.

Since I'm the best of us when it comes to the internet, should I manage everyone's HoldHands accounts?

Hokuto: Ah, if you have the time to, then please do.

Though, I'm aware I was simply at fault here for immediately trashing the message as soon as I thought it was from my father…

I should've thought about it more calmly.

Makoto: I mean~ To be fair, no one would expect to get a forged message on HoldHands.

That aside, wouldn't now be the time to make up with your dad, Hidaka-kun?

Subaru: That's right, that's right~. Unlike me, you still have a great papa around that loves you super a lot, you know? You're wasting that!

Hokuto: This isn't the time for that. We oughta be thinking about this mysterious plot we've found ourselves in instead.

I'd rather avoid being dragged around by others, but I can't figure out that person's intentions no matter how hard I try.

It was like this with the guy who called me out too, he kept talking about strange, elusive things, and I couldn’t understand where he was getting at.

Makoto: Who was it exactly? From what you’ve told us, it sounds like that guy could be our anonymous client…?

Mao: Ugh~, this smells fishy… Is he like, trying to make use of us once we get on stage?

Subaru: I guess that would make sense, since we've got nothing but our names right now.

But we're not making any L$, and anything we do earn with our popularity gets spent pretty much immediately.

Hokuto: Mmhmm. It's vexing, but in terms of what the ranking says about our L$-amount, we're pretty much below average.

Thanks to that, I don't even know if we'll be able to afford to participate in the MDM, even though we have to do it, no matter the cost.

Subaru: Yeah. Our good fortune's definitely on the decline, so we might be seen as an easy target.

Maybe they wanna make the winners of the SS lose on the very stage they were called onto, so they can spread their victory against us around…?

Hokuto: Then they’re just looking down on us if that’s what they think will happen.

Fine then, if they wanna end up on their hands and knees they're more than welcome to fight us. We'll make them regret thinking that we're so easy to take down.

Mao: Hold on, seriously, you guys get so heated at the drop of a hat. We’re not like Knights and their thirst for fights, y’know? Let's figure out what that guy's aim is before we make a move.

Makoto: Yeah, Isara-kun's on the money. We haven't gotten as far as we'd like within ES because we keep following our impulses, so we should think before we act more often.

But really, I didn't expect any different. Unlike Yumenosaki Academy, ES is part of the adult world, so if you let your emotions control you you'll get nowhere.

Hokuto: Hmph. I'm still pissed at being made light of, though.

Mao: In the first place, it's crazy that you're thinking we're being provoked into a fight from this alone.

What if, by some chance, they're someone who really wanted to meet us no matter the cost. Someone who slapped down a whole lot of money for it.

If that was the case, it'd be the absolute worst to give 'em a beatdown, don'tcha think?

Hokuto: No, it's not likely that it's a fan of ours. I talked with the person who requested us just a bit ago—

I remember feeling uncomfortable as hell with how they spoke and acted… It was as if my entire body was slathered in filth, I felt disgusting.

How should I put it— I'd never felt anything like that at Yumenosaki Academy.

As if the moment I turned my back on them, they'd strike… They weren't openly hostile, but they had the air of someone you couldn't trust.

I felt like I was in the jaws of a carnivore… Not that I was terrified of him, or anything, but–

They felt murderous, absurdly so. They looked at me as if I'd hurt their entire family… and held a serious grudge for it.

Makoto: Huh~. So what did you talk about with him, anyway? I mean, did they give you their name?

If you give me their name or what they look like, then I can do a background check pretty easily–

Hokuto: Yes, please. They spoke like they were from Tokyo, albeit with a rougher edge…? It was a man who had a knack for throwing insincere, rude words around.

If I remember correctly– Ah, yes, he introduced himself as Amagi Rinne.

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