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greatooglymooglyyy · 3 months

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For A Black Girl (Chris Sturniolo)

pairing: chris x black!femreader

contains: angst, mentions of racism, fluff, twitter fingers, discussions of race, interracial relationship, 850+ words

a/n: alright this is my first time writing a story like this for the black girlies but hopefully y'all like it. if you have a problem with the triplets dating a POC, go argue with your momma cus idc

My brain has been running 100 mph since the triplets’ new photo dump went live. It’s the first time I’ve ever featured in one and is low-key serving as Chris and I’s official hard launch. To be fair, we definitely surprised absolutely no one, as the fans put two and two together months ago. But, I know how insane people can get, and being black really just gives them more hateful shit to work with.

“Are you even listening to me?” Nick says, waving his hand in front of my face to get my attention. I cut my eyes to him and give him an apologetic smile, finally snapping out of my thoughts. “Do you want me to be honest or lie to you, friend?” He rolls his eyes and playfully pushes my head. “Hate you.” I feel Chris looking quizzically at me through the rearview mirror but I pointedly ignore him, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. I know it really doesn’t matter what a few stupid people say realistically, and if I were smart, I’d avoid the comment section altogether. But, I’m just a girl. So as Matt and Nick start up an argument about whether we should go to Target or Walmart, I take out my phone and head to the post.

My heart starts hammering as I start to scroll through the comments. The mass majority of the comments are thankfully positive or at least benign. A lot of general devastation that Chris isn’t single, some “you wish that was you, huh” jokes, and a ton of genuinely sweet compliments.

But then, of course, I came across a few that I knew were coming as well. Slurs. Racist ass jokes. Someone even said they aren’t worried because they know his endgame is a sweet white girl. I try not to let it bother me and shrug it off as I put my phone down, but I can’t shake some of the insecurities it’s bringing back up for me. Chris reaches behind his seat to offer his hand, which I take with a small smile pushing away my stupid thoughts.

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I managed to fake my way through the rest of the night, laughing and joking like everything was normal but now I am just dying to get home. When we pull back into their driveway, I sigh a deep breath of relief and step out, planning to head home. But before I can even give a flimsy excuse, Chris steps in front of me grinning and tilts my chin up so he can quickly kiss me twice. We pull away, laughing at Matt's gagging noises as he retreats inside the house. Chris slips his hand into mine and pulls me into the house and down the stairs to his room. I go to my little section of his room and start wordlessly getting ready for bed. As I begin taking off my makeup, Chris comes and stands behind me, laying his chin on the top of my head. “You alright?” He asks carefully, always the first to pick up on my moods. I sigh then turn to face him, thinking it's better to do this now rather than later.

“Why not a white girl?” I ask, keeping my voice still and steady. He blinks at me for a couple of seconds, obviously dumbfounded. “What?”

“You can have damn near anybody you want. Why not a white girl?” He takes a step back away from me, sitting at the edge of his bed.

“It wasn’t like I went around cherry-picking through girls. I fell in love with you. You’re black. It was that simple.” He says slowly, as if scared of saying the wrong thing. “What is this actually about?”

“I just don’t want to be an experience for you. I don’t wanna be a thing you check off your list so you can say you’ve had a black gi-” He stands up now giving me a look that has me immediately on mute.

“That’s insane. It’s crazy you can even think of me like that.” I close my eyes and shake my head. His words are so laced with hurt that it physically hurts me.

“Chris. It’s not like that. Do you know how many boys have told me I’m pretty for a black girl? How many times have I gotten treated differently if my hair was straight? And it’s not that I’m insecure but sometimes I look at you and I just can’t help but wonder.” Despite my best efforts, my voice cracks just a bit at the end of my sentence and I blink rapidly to hold off any tears.

“C’mere.” He opens up his arms and I step into them, letting him wrap me up where I’ve always felt most safe. He rocks us back and forth for a minute and then drops a kiss on the top of my head before he speaks.“Listen, whoever said any of that bullshit to you is insane. I’m not in love with you despite your race. I’m in love with every single part of who you are.” I pull back to look at him now, still a little teary.

“Even when I don’t let you run my hands through my hair because I got a silk press?” He laughs and nods. “Even when you call me a dumb white boy and yell at me for having outside clothes on in the bed.”

I smile and reach up to pull his face closer to mine. “I love you too Chris. Even though you think Mac and Cheese is a full entree and not a side dish.”

“It’s literally a protein-”

#sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo oneshot #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo oneshots #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo angst #chris sturniolo

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hello-from-the-night-archives · 5 months

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hello from the hallowoods dashboard simulator

😈 valerie-meme-stone

I'm not ready for my spotify wrapped to just be stonemaiden. like i get it spotify i know i'm gay

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Unfriendly reminder not to sign up for a Dreaming Box subscription! The Botulus Corporation is not to be trusted! Here's an article explaining the language in their contract and why it's concerning! In addtion, they use AI generated images in the Prime Dream, which we should all know by now is unethical.

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dang this is crazy. i thought wildfire smoke was bad but what the fuck is this????

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well according to color theory

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friendly reminder to stop spreading misinformation about the black water! people are saying that it brings people and animals back to life but that's not exactly true! although their body may be back, they're not the same person and they will likely become violent and dangerous. please stay inside and be really careful what you and your pets eat or drink.

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good luck keeping your fingers

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i must not go to sleep in the lake today. afternoon nap is the mind killer

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mmmmmm cozy

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where is my skin

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going back to sleep honk shoooooo

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it fucken rainny

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love that they'll be a literal apocalyse and tumblr users will just make memes. never change tumblr

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choosing between the irl amazing digital circus or probably fucking dying was not on my 2030 bingo card but okay

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at this point i just gotta expect that if the year is divisible by 10 then something terrible will happen

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hey do you think i can get a real werewolf boyfriend now that monsters are real

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any cute werewolf boyfriends in this part of the woods

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oh man it's been a couple months since I last updated this fanfic huh! so I just drank some black water by accident and now I have a few extra fingers, and honestly that took some getting used to, but it's actually pretty convenient now and is really helpign me get more words in lol im still here writing homestuck fanfic in 2030 hehehehehe anyway new chapter here

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so, it looks like tumblr might be dying soon due to, well, *gestures wildly.* You'll have to kill me before I join Twitter now that the Botulus Corporation bought it (and no, I am not calling it B, that is just stupid) so if you want to hear from me you will simply need to look out for passenger pigeons. in the meantime, ill be here until tumblr straight up dies and i have a crying session about it

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meowmeowriley · 3 months

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Anybody else see that art on Twitter of Soap as an Animal Crossing villager, and then the other art of that Soap sitting on Doom Guy Ghost's shoulder? Anybody else feeling so incredibly normal about it? Anyway. Have this.

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"C'mon uncle John, would it kill you to smile? Pretend you wanna be here?" Soap was doing his best, he really was. He loved his nephew, and when his sister Isla said he couldn't go to the convention because it was too far away and he didn't have an adult, well what are uncles for?! But he hadn't taken into account that 1) he's never been to a cosplay convention and 2) he's seriously out of his depth when it comes to the colorful characters around them. If anyone asked he'd be mortified to admit that he'd spent the better part of his leave following his nephew around, taking pictures of him with characters from various video games and anime. No, he'd be keeping this experience to himself.

"I'm not not enjoying myself." Andrew rolled his eyes. "I just don't know any of the characters. I haven't played a video game in ages, and I've never watched anime." Plenty of other soldiers did watch anime, and there was nothing wrong with that, he'd just never joined in.

Andy snorted. "What was the last game you played, old man?" Soap resented that. He wasn't even thirty yet.

"I dunno, Halo maybe?"

"The original?!"

"Think so." Soap said with a shrug.

"So the year I was born. Got it." Yikes.

Suddenly Andy was excitedly pointing at a large man in green and gray armor, in the middle of a crown. "Oh you have to recognize that guy!" And did he ever. How could anyone not recognize Doom Guy? And he was holding the BFG.

"Ohhhohohoho yeah. I know Doom Guy." John had nearly forgotten how much he'd loved the Doom games as a kid. "And before you say it, those games are old, even for me."

"They redid the games in 2016 and 2020. It's relevant again." Oh. And with that Soap was once again being dragged toward some random person in a costume.

Something this guy was getting right was that he wasn't speaking. He'd nod, wave, aim his gun, but he didn't utter a word. Soap couldn't see a thing through the helmet visor. I wonder if he can even see outta that?

The guy caught sight of them, evidently he could see, and tilted his head while looking down at Soap. "That things pure dead brilliant." He found himself marveling at the BFG in the man's armored hands.

It looked like it was actually made of metal. And it actually glowed! How the man had gotten the green lights to work, he was dying to know. Trying to configure it in his head, he nearly missed when the man held it out slightly for him. "Can I?" He asked, just making sure. Oh he'd kill for something like this in the field. Pure devastation. Doom Guy nodded and John took the gun. Holding it, it was a hell of a lot lighter than he'd imagined. The fuck is this thing made of?

Andy popped up beside him. "Can we get a picture with you mate?" To that, Doom Guy nodded. Maybe Soap would tell people he'd been here, he wanted a picture of him holding this gun hung up at his desk.

Andy backed up, people kindly stayed out of the way as the picture was taken. Doom Guy posed, crossing his arms over his massive chest. Soap held the gun as best he could like he would a rifle. Not aimed at anyone, but ready. "We're good." Andy called. Doom Guy held up his hand to stop him, then stuck out one finger and swirled his hand around. "Huh?" Andy thought for a moment. "Another?" Doom Guy nodded and gave a thumbs up. Really taking his character seriously. Who were they to deny him, this was cool as fuck. Soap readied himself to take the next picture, giving the camera a feral grin, just like the first, when Doom Guy placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down.

"Enjoying the convention Johnny?" Startled at the use of his name that he knew he hadn't given the man, he whipped around, instinctively pointing the gun in his hands at the chest of the other man.

Then it dawned on him. "Ghost?!" He asked incredulously. There's no fucking way.

The man in question began laughing. He reached up and removed his helmet. Shaking his head, Ghost's messy, dark blonde hair flew in every direction.

Unlike Las Almas, he wasn't drenched in sweat, there was no grease paint, and light brown hair was longer and curled slightly. Shit he had freckles. Shit he was cute. Dangerous thoughts, John.

"I didn't think this was your kinda thing, Johnny." Ghost said with a crooked grin that perfectly framed his crooked teeth.

John was no saint. He'd been flirting with Ghost since they met. Secretly really wanted to have sex with him, but he'd only seen the man's face that one time, and now his mind was going a million kilometers an hour trying to take in every inch on display. Thoughts both pure and impure ran through his head, and the only thing that managed to make its way to his mouth was "Where'd you get this thing?" Normally he was a better flirt, but normally he was flirting with the visage of death. Not a pretty man with freckles. Well he was, but not really.

"I made it." Ghost shrugged, armor clacking as his shoulders rose and fell. "Same as the suit. It's all EVA foam and 3D printing."

"You made this?!"

"Yeah? I made my masks too. What, you think I bought those?" Ghost smirked.

Andy had jogged back over. "I took a video, so we could take screenshots." He handed the phone over to Ghost.

"I'm absolutely keeping this, Johnny." He said as he typed in his number and sent the video to himself. Damn, Andy got Ghost's number before he did.

"Johnny?"

"Shut it, Andy." He warned. "We work together. Never in a million years thought I'd see him out here though."

"I go to any convention I can make. It's fun. I have other suits. Isaac Clark from Deadspace, Master Chief from Halo. I like to wear them and make people smile. I don't get to do that often." He seemed lost in thought for a second, face darkening. Just as quickly as it had happened, the expression was gone. "You go to conventions often?"

"First one. But I could be persuaded to go to more." John smiled his best flirty smile. Andy snickered, and earned himself an elbow to the ribs.

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Now I desperately wanna see Soap at a con dressed like Isabelle while holding the super shotgun.

#please someone draw this #please please please #im begging #ghostsoap #cod mw2 #call of duty #ghoap #fanfic #soapghost #text post #convention fic

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frankenhookersmonster · 1 year

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sheets - brother’s best friend!steve harrington x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, brother's best friend!steve x inexperienced!afab!reader, smut (unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], fingering, oral [reader receiving], p in v, loss of virginity + pain, blood), size kink if you squint, steve being a softy

word count - 3.2k

masterlist - twitter - ko-fi

got something to say? a request or concept? speak!!!

a/n - this started as a 200 word headcanon but now we're here lmao. hope you all had a lovely thanksgiving if you celebrate :D

It was shaping up to be a boring night. You were home from college, your parents weren't home for the time being and your brother had a friend over. They kept to themselves for most of the night so you wouldn’t have to interact with them at all.

That was until you wandered into the kitchen looking for something to drink when you saw him, Steve Harrington, slumped over a pizza box while your brother complained about something you couldn't care less about. You knew him from high school, he was in your brother's grade but to the best of your knowledge they didn't really talk to each other.

"Yeah, Steve trained me at Family Video and we've been attached at the hip ever since." Your brother explained, batting his eyelashes playfully while Steve tried to keep in his laughter.

"Wanna slice?" You looked to Steve, and nodded, taking the piece from his hand. When you skipped off to your room you could feel his eyes on your back, trailing down to your ass cheeks that peeked out of your shorts as you climbed the stairs.

Steve had always been a terrible sleeper. Once your brother had fallen asleep he found himself staring at the ceiling and decided to wander around and explore. He discovered the upstairs bathroom decorated like the beach, the wall covered in family photos and childhood artwork, and an oversized dying plant that sat in the corner of the hallway.

Eventually, Steve came across a room with light colored walls, soft looking sheets, and stuffed animals on the bed. Oh god, he thought, this was your room.

Before he could even process the thought you stood behind him in the door frame. He jumped, you apologized and invited him in. "Couldn't sleep?" Steve shrugged at your words "Me either."

Steve caught himself staring at you. Your arms held the stuffed bear in your lap as you went on about classes and your crazy roommate. "I have better friends than I did in high school, though. They're a lot nicer, and there's more of them." You giggled.

"You've probably got a smart, sweater vest wearing, ‘The Jesus And Mary Chain’ listening college boyfriend too, huh?" You both froze. Steve was surprised by his own words. Sure, he knew of you in high school and you had been talking for the better part of an hour at that point but he didn't consider the two of you to be close. Actually, he was quite close to you physically, close enough to hear you gulp when he mentioned you having a boyfriend. "Sorry, I don't know where that came from I just-"

"No it's fine, I don't have a boyfriend. Haven't ever really had anything serious actually." Steve watched as you got nervous, squeezing the bear in your grip a little tighter. Even he could feel how he was holding the blanket under him in his fist subconsciously. It was so soft, delicate.

When Steve looked up from his hands he caught you burrowing your eyes into him. Your face warmed and you bit the inside of his cheek while he chuckled.

Something about you was making Steve ache, maybe it was the implied innocence that came with your comment, or the gentleness of your room. Whatever it was made him adjust his spot on your bed.

“But you’ve kissed a boy before, right?�� He prodded, moving impossibly close to you. “Uh huh, I just,” You trailed off, averting your gaze while Steve continued staring. He could pick up on the tension in your quiet voice, and surprisingly it was making his dick strain in his plaid pants.

“Nobody’s ever touched you, huh?” Steve took a big hand to your thigh, getting a gentle gasp from you as he did. It was a bold move, something more akin to his high school days. You had awoken something in him, and he barely knew what to do with himself. “N-No, I’ve never, I-” He cut you off with a squeeze to your skin.

He wanted to kiss you, touch you, fuck you. Steve wanted to be your first.

Steve noticed how close you had gotten to him, the way you were unsubtly staring at his lips. He took his hand from your thigh and heard you sigh before moving the hand to your face. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your mouth softly.

You stayed like that for a moment before Steve began to move your lips a bit. He was gentle with you, like you were fragile and might fall into pieces in his hands, though inside you felt like you just might.

“Y/n,” Steve could feel you shudder as he rested his forehead against yours. “I wanna make love to you, would you let me do that?” Your face was hot against his. “Please, Steve, please.”

Cautiously, Steve laid you down on the bed beneath you. His lips briefly returned to yours before pressing against the underside of your jaw. He nipped at the skin, taking in your scent and the desperate sounds you were making. “Never had anyone hold you like this, huh?” He could feel you shake your head. “How about we take your pants off? Would that be okay?” You didn’t give him an answer, instead you went for the jaw string of your cotton shorts and slid them down your thighs.

Steve could have fallen to his knees at the sight of your panties; pastel pink with the tiniest white bow and the biggest wet spot over your cunt. You started to get nervous when Steve got quiet, his head hovering above your crotch as he studied you intensely. “So pretty.” He whispered, slowly moving himself down to kiss you through the soaked cloth.

You shrieked, loud enough to concern Steve. “Hey, gotta keep it down, okay? Can’t wake up your brother, alright?” You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress your groans, though Steve knew that would be little help to you.

“So fucking needy, I kissed you through your panties and it made you moan like that? How are you gonna handle it when I actually touch you?” Steve took his fingers and rubbed little circles through your underwear. You covered your own mouth, it only muffled your noises a little. Your legs kicked a bit to his sides, so Steve took his free hand to hold your thigh down.

Steve continued his slow work, taking in the sweet cries you mumbled into your pillow. He took the soft fabric into his fingers and pried them to the side, darting his eyes up to you to check in. “I’m gonna touch you without your panties, if that’s-” You interrupted, reaching a hand up to your headboard. “Okay, okay. Just do it.”

In an instant, the pad of his fingertip was pressing through your folds. You yelped, though Steve tried to shush and talk you down. “You’re so tight, baby, ‘doubt I’m gonna get another finger in there.” Your eyebrows pressed together as you sat up a bit to look at him. “But I thought you were gonna have sex with me. Can we just skip this and like, you know.”

Steve removed his finger slowly, making your face twist up a little bit. “I gotta stretch you out if you’re gonna take my cock, babe. But I don’t even know if we're gonna get that far.” You frowned even harder and threw your head back.

Your frustration just made Steve hell bent on fucking you. He rested himself back between your thighs and kissed them softly. Testing the waters, Steve planted a kiss on your bare pussy, absorbing your moans as he did. He worked his way to eat you out, lapping up the wetness of your cunt as his nose nudged your clit. You bit down on your lip so hard you thought it might bleed.

All you had known was your own fingers, occasionally the plushness of a pillow between your legs, but nothing could compare to the feeling of Steve’s mouth, his lips, his tongue. You were addicted, maybe a little determined because you figured the only thing that could top that feeling might have been the dick Steve was pressing into the mattress.

Your stomach turned in a familiar way, one of your hands held Steve’s shoulder. “I-I’m gonna cum, Steve. God, don’t stop.” His hands came to your hips and pressed down as he continued to lick you. Your orgasm came quickly after, and Steve moaned through your body while you came. You tugged at his hair, his famous locks that had the entirety of Hawkins High School in a chokehold not too long ago. But he was older now, mature, no longer that hot senior you saw striding through the halls. Back then he was untouchable, but now he was in your arms, eating up your arousal.

When Steve looked up at you, his face was damp, his mustache shiny with your slick. He licked his lips, wiping his cheeks with his hands and sucking the wetness off of his fingers.

“Steve,” He hummed at you as he kept licking his fingers, the sight of which made you want to groan, “can you make love to me now, like you said you would?” He shot you an empathetic smile, pulling himself up to your eye level. “Y/n, I don’t know if it’ll fit, baby. It might hurt you.” You scoffed at him and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pressing lips to your collarbone.

“Can we at least try, please?” He had only really known you for a short amount of time but he couldn’t say no to you. The idea of being the first person inside of you, the first person to fully feel all of you, was hard to say no to.

Without another word Steve was sitting up and removing his clothes, first his shirt, shortly after his pants. You could see the outline of his dick in his boxers, it suddenly made you aware of how serious he was about not fitting. Shoving the thought down, you took off your own shirt and revealed your bare breasts. Steve’s eyes lit up, mouth practically salivating at the view.

He carefully rested on top of you and started kissing you again. Steve’s hands found your tits pretty quickly, giving them a good squeeze that made you groan into his mouth. As nice as his touch was, you were starting to get impatient. “Steve, I need it, fuck.”

“Okay, okay, just tell me if it’s too much. If it hurts at all we’ll stop, alright?” You exhaled harshly. “Okay.”

Steve started to line himself up at your entrance, switching his glance from between your legs to your eyes to check in. You looked so pretty, he thought, so eager for him to ruin you.

His dick twitched as the tip felt through your folds. They felt like velvet on his cock, he couldn’t help the loud, guttural moan that fell from his lips.

Quickly he gathered himself, looking to you to make sure you were alright. Your mouth was agape, eyes rolled back into your skull, tears were starting to form. “Everything okay?” One of his hands came to caress your cheek as you nodded. “Mhm, yeah.”

Steve was right, the further he pressed into your cunt the more it hurt. You knew the pleasure was coming soon though, it had to.

He bottomed out, the entire length of his cock shoved deep into your pussy. “Gonna stay like this for a little bit, okay?” Steve kissed your ear, pushing back stray hairs and mumbling praises into your skin. Steve’s heavy breathing consumed you completely, you

You felt your eyes start to water, the pressure from Steve’s heavy cock was overwhelming. He frowned, his fingers rested on your scalp. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.” You confessed. It was frustrating, something as simple as sex was bringing you to tears. You were grown, everyone you knew had no issue with this kind of stuff, it didn’t make sense why you were having such a hard time.

Steve sat up a little bit, taking a better look at your shivering body. “Do you want me to pull out?” You shook your head. “Different position?” You thought for a moment before shaking your head again.

“What if I'm super gentle?” You found Steve’s eyes then, big and brown and kind. You nodded, whimpering out a ‘please’ as he leaned down to lock your lips. It was short lived, interrupted by him sitting up and pulling out of your pussy. You sighed in defeat, watching as Steve spit into his hand and rubbed his cock that was already covered in your slick.

He readjusted in between your legs, carefully reinserting himself. You were better prepared this time and the small amount of lubricant he added made the stretch slightly easier. Steve stayed put for a moment, holding you tightly underneath him. He kept his eyes on yours as he pulled out just a bit before pushing back in, creating a steady and slow pace. “How’s it feeling?”

Though you tried to keep your cool, it was still a little painful. You tried to say anything but the word’s weren’t forming, but he seemingly got the message. Steve kissed your neck, sucking at the skin experimentally and biting down harder as you moaned.

“So fucking beautiful.” Steve mumbled into your shoulder, giving your thighs a tight squeeze. You shrieked, Steve’s hand quickly came to clamp down on your mouth. “Don’t want your brother to come in, baby.” His palm stayed in place as he rocked back and forth.

Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and your bed frame rutting against the wall. Steve would shush you every now and then, cursing under his breath.

It was intimate, an act of love and appreciation though you had only known the guy for such a short time. You were glad Steve was there, not for the bragging rights of him taking your virginity, but for how sweet he was. It was unexpected, just from the look of him you had figured his love life was just a string of loveless hookups, but here he was kissing your face and telling you how pretty you were.

Absentmindedly, you mumbled out “M’so happy you’re my first, Steve.”

You could feel Steve’s cock twitch inside of you, his brain short circuited. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting out a heavy breath. “F-feel good?” He stuttered. You hummed into his hair, quickly realizing it wasn’t a lie, you did feel good.

Quickly, Steve brought his fingers to your clit. You began to moan, though he shut you up quickly with a rough kiss. It was passionate, a little sloppy like his thrusts were becoming, your lips were soon wet with his spit.

Steve continued to rub little circles in your cunt, fucking you faster with his cock. You were whining, but neither of you seemed to care. Both of you were chasing your highs, the idea of your brother sleeping peacefully down the hall was long forgotten about.

Your pussy squeezed him unintentionally, forcing a moan out of him. Steve wasn’t very vocal, but part of you wished that he was after the cry he let out.

“You’re gonna cum, I can feel your-fuck.” His head hung down and got his hair in your face, the softness of his locks tickled your forehead. “Go’head, cum on me babe.”

You creamed around his dick, locking your legs behind Steve’s back and hugging him tightly. He helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling out quickly and sitting on his knees. “Can I come on you?” He sputtered.

He looked so pretty like that, fucked out and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead. He continued jerking himself off, his panting drowned out by the wet sounds of his hand around his cock. You nodded your head as you tried to catch your breath, sitting up on your arms to see him better.

Hot cum spat onto your stomach. Steve’s eyes were screwed shut, he mumbled something incoherent as he tugged at himself. You looked at him with wide eyes, your cheeks grew warm as he came back down from his high.

Once he finished and began to blink his eyes open, you dragged a finger across your belly to pick up a small bit of his seed before bringing it to your mouth and sucking on it hard. As the saltiness mixed with your saliva, Steve looked down at you in awe. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

When Steve cleaned you off, he left little pecks on your skin. He took time on your inner thighs, noticing how it made you squirm. He mumbled an apology before pressing a wet kiss close to your swollen cunt.

He balled up the towel in his hands once he finished. It was one he found in the bathroom cabinet after you gave him out of breath directions, a small old one with color drained purple bows printed on and a rip in the corner. “You bled a little bit. You’re probably gonna be hurting for a day or two.” He mentioned before tossing it in your laundry bin. You saw a bit of red flash by before it disappeared into your dirty clothes and Steve crawled into your bed with a shirt and pair of underwear for you.

You laid next to each other, your only contact with him being your hooked pinkies.

“Was it good for you?” Steve whispered, turning onto his side. “It was so good, thank you.” You brought a hand up to his hair and stroked it. “W-was it good for you, though?” You stuttered, only swiveling your head a bit.

Steve chuckled and took your chin in his hand, rubbing your face gently enough to tickle you. “It was good for me, too.”

“You’re lying.” You frowned, adjusting to look at the ceiling again. There was no way you were good at sex, and from what you knew Steve had a lot of it before you. He was experienced, and it was impossible for you to be considered anything but mediocre to him. All you did was lay there and whine.

“M’not.” Steve’s voice was louder as he sat up to hover above you. “You made me feel good, babe. Swear to god.” He lifted a hand with a laugh before kissing your cheek. “And I wanna fuck you again sometime, if you’d let me.” Butterflies erupted from your belly when maneuvered himself back down onto the mattress and brought you into his chest.

He held you for a while, not even speaking as you listened to each other breathe. He noticed yours even out soon after, looking down to see you fast asleep.

Steve tucked you in, noticing the stains left on your soft, fluffy seats and blushing. He deflowered you, and to his surprise that fact turned him on.

He dressed himself and turned your light off, leaving one last kiss on your hairline before wandering back to your brother’s room. He was still fast asleep, mouth opened and drool spilling onto his pillow.

He felt a little sting of guilt, though he pushed it out with thoughts of you spread out taking his cock, the moans you cried out for him to fuck you. Steve crawled under a blanket on the air mattress, quickly drifting off to sleep as those images swirled around his head.

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [40]

chapter forty, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

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July 24th 2017

When the plane landed and a familiar head of bright platinum hair started excitedly running towards her, Tommie forgot all her worries from the past few months.

She’d given an excuse to the guys about struggling to travel so much and deciding she would help Phoebe with her album which is due to release later in the year.

They’d given an official announcement for the fans, saying something about a personal matter she had to step away for. Tommie hasn’t been on social media, she’s too afraid to see the responses.

“So, you broke up with him?” Phoebe questions her, glancing over from where she’s sat behind the wheel of her car, driving them to her flat where Tommie will be staying for a while.

Tommie smiles sweetly, placing her hand on top of hers, “Thank you for picking me up.”

“Tommie…” Phoebe says slowly tilting her head, “You didn't break up with him?”

She pushes her hands through her freshly cut hair, it's back to being just above her shoulders, the dyed colour no longer visible.

“No, I just… we’ve seen each other like twice since.”

“Have you slept with him?”

She’s trying not to think about the drunken night just over a month ago that she and Claeb shared while she was back in LA. She wasn’t in the right mind frame, and she’d hardly call it sleeping together, more like a push-pull door they went through but didn't really come back out of.

“You did?”

“I was drunk. And I haven’t seen him since, he’s avoiding me.”

Phoebe nods, “He knows what Matty said is right, if his band makes it in the music industry it’ll be because of you. Their music is shit, I’ve seen them perform, they can’t hold a tune. He knows you’re too… you, to break up with him over text.”

“It’s rude, I’d hate it.”

Phoebe sighs, “So he’s gonna keep avoiding being in the same place as you as long as he can until their names out there, which, at this point, may be until one of them tragically dies and teenagers start a trend about it on twitter.”

Tommie groans, falling back in the seat with a sigh, “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll help you.”

“Phoebe?”

She hums looking over, “I need help with something else too.”

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July 30th 2017

Caleb audibly gasps as he opens his bedroom door to find Tommie sitting there, anxiously chewing on her nails.

“Tom?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Uh, can it wait, I was on my way out.”

“No!” She’s standing, face to face with him, “We can’t keep going on like this.”

“Like what?”

“With you avoiding me until it all blows over, this is what we always do, Caleb. Something goes wrong, we fight, you say shit, I ignore it, I say shit, you ignore it, then we get distracted with work and pretend nothing has happened. We can’t keep- it’s not healthy.”

He shakes his head, “What do you mean, Tom? You’ve been on tour, I’ve been in the studio writing music. I can, push aside tonight’s writing session, they’re working on bass anyway-”

“Caleb.”

She shakes her head gently and he raises a brow, “Well, what do you want me to say, huh?”

She doesn’t say anything, just licks her lips and looks down.

“Do you want me to tell you how I’m terrified to give myself to you because any second you could turn around and dump me for a guy that loves drugs more than he loves you?”

“Cal-”

She’s standing now but he cuts her off, “It hurts me, it physically kills me watching you pine after him when he doesn’t give a fuck about you. I can give you everything you want from him, but you won’t let me. Do you know how much it hurts me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That you’re in love with me when I can’t be in love with you.”

Caleb scoffs, and she tilts her head as she tries to further explain her statement, “But I- I don’t think it’s your fault.”

“You don’t think?” He asks.

“I’ve always struggled with my feelings, Caleb, I don’t know if I feel the way other people do. I think, sometimes- Okay, I-” She groans at herself, there’s so much she wants to say, and when she thinks in her head it’s all so clear, she just can’t get it out.

“Spit it out, Tommie.”

“I don’t think I ever did love you.”

Caleb turns away, “Are you still in love with him?”

“This isn’t about Matty, this is about us, this relationship. I liked you, Caleb, for a long time I did, but then… I started to get bored, and I know you did too. So don’t turn this whole thing around on me.”

“I have a ring.”

“Caleb-”

“I do, Matty saw it, you can ask him.”

She shakes her head and looks away from him, to the wall, where a frame used to live, with a picture of them together.

“I put my life on hold to support you, I stopped going to writing sessions to join you on tour. I stopped talking to my family-”

“I never asked you to do any of that.”

“But I did, when you need me I’m there. And now you need Matty, you need him and he’s not here, I am-”

“Because I came to you, Caleb. You only reach out to me when there’s something in it for you. An idea for a song, help with a drum beat, a cool guitar riff, for the past two years the only conversation we’ve had outside of music are arguments about my relationship with Matty.”

“Can you blame me? Look what he did to us-”

“We’re not going down that path again, let's stick to our failing relationship-”

She’s not sure who raises their voice first, but they’re both going at it, throwing insults and past mistakes at each other. Using what they’ve learned in their few years together, insecurities, weaknesses, anything they can grasp.

It’s when Caleb says something about Emma that she pauses, “What?”

“I said Emma was right.”

“Right about what?” Caleb debates on shooting himself in the foot, or twisting the knife of pain in her back.

“She came to me a few months back, she was drunk, tried to convince me to go back to Georgia with her, to get a job down there and leave you. I didn’t, because I’m a good man. She told you that you wouldn’t do the same, that if Matty came to you begging you, you wouldn’t stay loyal to me.”

“He did.” Caleb pauses, “He came to my house, he begged me to leave you. I said no.”

“You expect me to believe you?”

“No, but the reason he did it was because I told him that I was going to break up with you. That day I asked you to move in with me, I was going to break up with you. For Matty.”

Caleb remains silent, she continues on, “But he was dating someone, and- I guess it opened my eyes to me and him never being anything.”

She stares at him, he can’t take it. Her confessions, her honesty, “I slept with Emma.”

She breathes in, as if winded and he stares at the floor, “And I think part of the reason I did it was because I thought you and Matty had slept together.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant. I’m not keeping it.”

His brows furrow, “Woah, you can’t just, just tell me that and then say you’re not keeping it.”

“I just did.”

“You can’t say that and then tell me you’re killing it.”

“It isn’t anything yet, I’m not killing anything.”

“Surely I have a say in this? As the father?”

She shakes her head, and swallows thickly the lump rising her throat, “I’ve booked the appointment, I’m going tomorrow. I felt it was right-”

“Right? Fuckign right?” He asks standing above her now, “You have my child in you and you think I don’t have a right? What if I want to keep it, raise them-?”

“And bring them up to hate their mother who let their unemployed deadbeat fucking nobody father raise them alone?”

Claeb’s jaw clicks, it pops under the pressure as he grounds his teeth together, “What if I say no? Ring up-”

“Ring up who?”

“I’ll tell the press.” He threatens after a long beat of silence, “Tell them everything-”

She grabs his collar bringing him down to her, “Tell them, fucking tell them I fucking dare you. And I will make sure your band never sees the fucking light of day.”

Caleb gulps as she looks him dead in the eyes, “I’m getting the fucking abortion. Because I’m twenty-three years old, I have my whole career- whole life ahead of me. I refuse to be tied down to your old arse with a fuckign ugly kid who has a stupid American accent and can’t spell colour right. Fucking try me, Caleb Kidwall. I will end your career faster than you last in bed.”

She lets him go and grabs her jacket from the end of his bed, pausing at the door, “And I want your shit out of my apartment.”

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July 31st 2017

The two women sit on Phoebe’s couch, the redhead lying with her head on her shoulder, Phoebe’s arms wrapped around her as she softly pats her hair.

There’s a film playing on her tele, Fantastic Mr. Fox as per Tommie’s request.

She’s miming the words of Foxy’s monologue half way through the film about how all the animals need to band together.

‘My suicide missions been cancelled,’ She whispers under her breath just a few milliseconds before Foxy’s saying it back to them, ‘We’re replacing it with a go-for-broke rescue mission.’

“That badger’s cute.” She suddenly says pointing at the baby badger dressed in a skeleton costume and Phoebe hums in agreement.

Tommie sniffles, wrapping her blanket further around herself tiredly, “Did I make the right decision?”

“What do you think?”

“I didn’t want a child.” She says, “I don’t ever think- no, I know, I don’t want kids. That’s not me.”

“Then, you made the right decision.”

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when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

19. drinking game.

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"You wuss, let’s fight again!"

"Y/n, he’s passed out on the floor." Jimin stared at the tall, dark-haired boy who had passed out after having three shots of vodka.

"Ugh, Soobin’s lame!"

Almost as if he’d heard this insult from the deepest parts of his subconscious, Soon shots up and let’s out a slurred

"Am not!" Before face planting, right back onto the ground. At this point, everyone had been drinking and partying away for a while, and the party seemed to be dying down.

"Since everyone’s looking dead, how about we spice things up? Party games?" Aeri had her usual chipper tone, which was laced with mischief. The plan was to play a game of Never Have I Ever, then lean into Truth or Dare later on. Since Aeri suggested the game, she started off with the questions.

"Ok, let’s get in the circle, kiddos! I’ll go first! Never have I ever dated someone richer than me." No one in the room except Yeonjun took a drink.

"Ugh, as if. I’ll go next. Never have I ever dated someone for less than 2 weeks." Again, no one moved except Yeonjun.

"Never have I ever dated someone, then broke up with them after our English presentation."

"Never have I ever been on the school’s gossip account."

"Never have I ever cheated on my girlfriend." Ok Ningning.

"Never have I ever been over 5’10."

Ok, the questions were getting very obviously targeted. Sure, some of them may count for others, but all of them made Yeonjun take a shot. At this point, he was so wasted that he couldn’t even pick up the glass to take another shot.

"Ok, I’m totally bored. Let’s do truth or dare!"

"I don’t know, ladies, I’m a bi-" Ninging quickly cut off Yeonjun before he got the chance to escape.

"Jimin, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Ugh, you’re so lame. Well, how was I? My kisses are known for being unforgettable." You wanted nothing more than to tune out the conversation, but it was just a game. Having to get used to Jimin talking about other people at some point, you forced yourself to listen.

"Oh? Fine, I guess. I wasn’t really paying attention. Nice-flavored lip gloss, though."

"Cherry." Ningning smiled, seeming satisfied with her answer.

"It's my turn." Yeonjun’s words were slurred and incorrigible. The plan wasn’t for him to actually ask a question, but just get bombarded with questions. But it’ll probably seem less planned if you all let him. So you played along.

"Ok, go ahead!"

Ok, ok, ok…..Y/n. Truth or dare!" He made a cartoonish horror sound after asking.

"Hm, dare?"

"Okkk, you had a lot of talk on Twitter, huh? Put it into action, mama’s, kiss the Ningster herself." Your eyes went slightly wide; you’d only joked about kissing Ninging?

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yup. Do it." All eyes were on you at this point. I mean, I guess it’s just a game? What harm is there?

"Oh my gosh, don’t look so dramatic; come here." Before you could fully turn around, you were lip to lip with Ningning. Ning ‘Rich Bitch’ Yi Zhuo.

"Cherry." Was all you could get out after you two broke up your kiss. You were slightly red in the face and trying to put together what just happened. You looked at your friend Jimin for reassurance of what had just happened, and she could only offer a slight thumbs up. While Aeri could only hide her giggling face.

"Woah! I love parties!" Said the drunk man.

"Ok, my turn then. Yeonjun, truth or dare." Jimin’s eyes were fixated on Yeonjun, ready to ask her question.

"Truth, I can’t pick dare; I got my lady here."

"How was your kiss with Wonyoung? In high school? " There it was, the million-dollar question of the night. Ever since your conversation with Ningning, it was clear Wonyoung was hiding something. If he hadn’t really gotten together with Giselle, then why would Wonyoung lie? The answer was clear.

"Oh, chick’s got wicked tongue action! Blaming it on Gigi was such a crazy thing to do, though. Guess she couldn't afford to lose my Boo-bear Ningning as a friend. I still feel bad for Giselle. I hope she’s doing okay."

"Yeonjun, I’m right here." Giselle waved her hands in front of his face, but it was clear that he was ready to end this night. Yeonjun laid down in Ningning’s lap and fell asleep.

"At least we got enough information out of him." Said a stunned Jimin.

Ningning could only look down at Yeonjun’s sleeping face. She opened her mouth and let out an anger-filled whisper.

“That fucking cunt. Wonyoung’s going down.”

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I'm In Control Part 19 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Hi *giggles and blushes* I had way too much fun with this. When it comes to their role-play in this one, this how I pictured them dressed. That picture of Joseph Quinn isn't mine. I got it from ohmybabyjoseph on twitter. I'm not sure if they have a Tumblr! If they do let me know and I can add the correct tag. :). Enjoy <3.

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that that implies (I regret nothing!), as previously stated they do dabble in role-play (Steve being a cop, Eddie a teacher, and reader being a student), there is slight degradation (whore, slut, brat), slapping, spanking as punishment, handcuffing 😈, um... I think that's it lol

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“You really need to hire a new assistant. I can’t do everything around here. You know I’m basically working two jobs, right? My old one and my new one.”

“I know angel. I’m looking I promise. Did we get any more roles from studios or anything?”

“Well, I just got this one here a job with Jasmine Fire’s studio.”, you gesture to Avery who smiles as he scrolls through his phone. “I got Steve a role for something but there wasn’t anything available for Eddie. A lot of the studios are looking for women’s roles right now. I floated those to the other agents.”

“You are amazing.”

A heavy sigh filled the room as the boys entered your office. As you turned to greet them, you noticed Steve was in the policeman outfit that he was supposed to wear for the shoot tonight. The uniform itself was formed tightly to his body so every muscle he had, especially on his biceps, could be seen. Hugging his hips was a belt with an empty holster and handcuffs that seemed to have cushiony material fitted in. He still had the scuff along his upper lip and down his jawline that he had when you left their house this morning. He didn’t even bother to style his hair knowing they would do that on set.

Avery’s eyes scanned him up and down as you pressed your lips together, trying to control you smile. He did look fucking sexy but it was so jarring seeing him dressed this way that it made you want to laugh.

“TJ.”

“Officer.”

Steve smirked as he placed his hands on his hips, Eddie flashing his teeth in a big smile as he came to lean on your desk.

“You look good, Steve.”

“Thank you, Avery. I’m not going to lie; I do feel powerful.”

“What’s the role you got him?”, your boss asks.

“Are you se—Can you not see him?!”, you giggled.

“No, I mean where?”, he laughs along with you.

“Oh, um, with…Carnivore films…I think.” Steve nods, affirming your answer.

“Ah, I see. They definitely like to roleplay over there. Their line up would make you believe every pizza delivery boy has a big dick and every girl home on a Friday night is just dying for it.”

TJ grins as he rises from your couch as you come around to lean on your desk next to Eddie. “Have fun tonight, Officer Harrington.” He pats the boy on his shoulder as he heads back to his own office.

“I should probably head out to. Y/N, I just finished the paperwork and sent it to that studio.”

“Thank you, baby.” You smile after him, waiting for your door to close before looking back at Steve. “So…Officer Harrington, huh?”

“Pfft, you like it.”

“Damn, that just sounds hot. Picture it, Eddie. Officer Daddy getting called down to the school run by Principal Sir because little miss misbehaved one too many times.” You painted the scene with your hands before placing them in your lap with a big grin. “Ha-ha! I should write for porn.”

Steve’s eyes jokingly squinted in your direction. “Did you seriously just make that up on the fly right now?”

“No.”, you laughed. “I came up with it five minutes ago when you walked in. Oh! Or Officer Daddy catches little miss while bringing criminal Sir in to be punished.”

“God, I love your dirty mind, princess.” Eddie leans over to kiss your head as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Have you two ever done roleplay?”

“I had sex with a girl at the Renaissance fair once. Does that count?”

“No, Mr. Munson. That doesn’t count.” You laugh harder as you press your body closer to him.

“Have you ever done it?”, Steve inquires.

“Naw. Remember, all the stuff we do is new to me.”

“Yeah, ok but you weren’t a virgin when we met so…” Eddie playfully winces as you lightly slap his chest.

“No, I haven’t. To be fair though I didn’t lose my virginity till just before I moved out here and the men I dated after I got here were extremely vanilla. But I didn’t know any better because I was still…learning…I guess. Not that there’s anything wrong with vanilla just…okay, I’m rambling again. I’m going to shut up.”

Steve saunters over and you smile as he lifts you onto your desk, placing himself between your legs as he pulls you to his chest for a hug. “Wow. I’m not going to lie, this feels good.”

“What feels good?”

The man lifts his hands slightly so you can turn your head to answer Eddie’s question before placing them back down to hold you to him.

“I don’t know if it’s the outfit, Steve, or Steve in the outfit but I feel safe. Well, safer than normal when I’m with you guys. I could lay on him like this forever.” Your head turned so your nose was pressed into his shirt as your arms clung to him tighter.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Eddie tuts when he notices his friend’s shaky breath. “Come on, Harrington. You have work later and you still have to drive home, young lady.”

“Oh my god. I just had an idea. Eddie, will you help me?” You push Steve back as you jump down from your desk.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“You.”, you point to the man in uniform. “Come over wearing that tonight.” Winking, you grab the metalhead’s hand and run out of the room.

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Steve felt slightly odd as he walked up to your door and knocked. You had texted him as he was leaving the shoot, instructing him to do so even though he had a key. After knocking again, this time more aggressively, it finally swung open with Eddie’s frustrated sigh.

“Jesus! Took you long enough, officer!”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together as he drank in the boy before him. He was dressed rather formally from what he was used to when it came to his friend. His white button up shirt was tucked into a pair of black slacks with a nice pair shiny black shoe. He was even wearing a tie, ignoring that fact that his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hair still hung to his shoulders.

“I’m sorry. Who are you?”

Eddie exhaled as he pinched the bridge of his nose dramatically. “I’m the teacher that called. I don’t know what else to do! She’s such a brat and she keeps begging me not to rat her out to her parents. I thought maybe a law man could teach her to be more obedient. Little one! Come say hello to the nice gentleman!”

“No! I don’t want to!”, you pout from the bedroom.

“You see what I mean? Get out here right NOW, young lady. Or else I swear to God I will call your parents!”

They hear movement as you shuffle around before sliding out into the hallway. “No, Sir! Please don’t do that. I’m sorry.”

Steve’s jaw fell to the floor. Your hair was pulled back out of your face with a headband as it flowed around what most people would refer to as a typical schoolgirl outfit. The white button up you had on hugged you a bit too tightly so he could see every single sexy curve on your body. The plaid skirt cut off mid-thigh but the white stalkings you had on tried to make up for what they could reaching just above your knee. Your innocent looking eyes met his as you placed your hands behind your back, fidgeting nervously.

He turned to look at Eddie who smirked knowingly up at him. “Well don’t be rude. Say hello, princess.”

“Hello, Officer…?”

Steve gave his attention back to you, fully regaining his composure. “Harrington. Officer Harrington. But you can call me Daddy.” He slowly started walking towards you, his hands resting on his hips as Eddie followed.

“Oh. Um, I don’t think you’re supposed to call officers that.”

“I’m not like other officers, honey.”

You scowl at him as you firm your stance in defiance. “Don’t call me honey. I’m not your honey!”

Steve’s head tilted to the side as his eyes glared into your own. “What else should I call you then, hm? Whore? Slut? I think your teacher came up with a good one for you, brat.”

While he was talking his chest had fully connected with yours, stumbling you backwards as he pushed you down the hall, stopping just outside of your bedroom doorway.

“I’m not a brat! I’m a good girl!”

His hand shot out grabbing with your throat, holding you firmly against the wall.

“Then why am I here, little girl?” His face hovers inches over yours as he turns to look at Eddie. “What else has been going on besides the attitude?”

The metalhead strides closer to you both before leaning on his elbow against the wall beside you. The way he glanced down at you as he answered Steve had your pussy dripping. To have them both exude this kind of control at the same time was overwhelming in the best possible way.

I’m not in control and that’s okay.

“That mouth is the biggest problem. She also never listens to a damn thing I say and then she came to class today with no bra or panties!” Eddie aggressively reached down to pull up your skirt displaying your body to the boy holding you.

They both chuckled as they noticed you rub your thighs together trying to hide the slick that begun to glisten them. Steve released his hold on your throat, turning you around as he pressed himself against you. His feet kick your legs apart, one hand rising to hold your wrists above your head, moaning as the fingers of his other hand glide through your folds.

“See, honey. Good girls listen to their teachers.” His hips grinded against your bare ass as he pushed two of his digits easily into your entrance. “And they definitely wear panties.”

You whined as he pulled his fingers from you and suddenly turned you around, gasping when he slapped your cheek. “Hey. No whining, little girl. I don’t want to hear it. Do you understand me?!”

“Yes, Officer Harrington.”

He slapped you again but this time the lust full look that met his eyes made his cock stiffen even more. Steve struggled to maintain the act as he exhaled heavily, his breath fanning your face.

“What…did I say…to call me?”

“I’m sorry. Yes…yes, Daddy.”

He softly smiled as his thumb caressed your bottom lip. “Good girl.”, he whispered before clearing his throat and pulling himself back into the scene. “Now! I think your teacher here deserves an apology as well. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Steve grips your arms and pushes you into the bedroom, wrestling with you slightly till you fall onto your stomach on the mattress. One of his hands holds you down and you feel him move above you until padded metal is wrapped around your wrist. After handcuffing your hands behind your back, he lifts you to your feet before throwing you over his lap.

As he pushes your skirt up, Eddie gently lifts your head as he sits next to Steve, placing your cheek back down on his leg.

“What do you think, Mr. Munson? What’s a good punishment for a brat like her?”

“Hm… 15, you think? Five for each offense.”

You try to hold it in but as he said the number, a little cry left your throat. Steve’s palm swiftly came down on your behind.

“What. Did. I. Say?!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you meant to do. Don’t do it again or we’ll add to the count.” You acknowledge his request as your punishment begins.

After the first five spanks, you feel your ass start to sting. Steve tenderly runs his hand along the red flesh as Eddie pulls your hair out of your face having long tossed your headband across the room and out of the way after it fell off your head as you keened into his leg.

After delivering you another harsh slap, his fingers drifted between your legs, running along your slick once again. “Jesus, baby girl. You are so fucking wet. Do you like when Daddy spanks you?”

You groan as you try and push back into the feeling. “Yes, Daddy.”

He smacks your ass again a bit closer to your thigh causing you to cry out loudly in pleasure. “You know what I think? I think…that since we are punishing you instead of telling your parents and getting you in trouble…I think you should thank us.”

“Mmm—thank you, Daddy.”

Steve laughs as hit you again a little harder than before. “Not like that, honey. You see how hard Mr. Munson’s cock is?” Your tongue runs along your lips at the sight of bulge that had been steadily growing in Eddie’s slacks. “You should help him with that. Alleviate some of the stress you put him through.”

You nod and Eddie unbuckles his belt, lifting his hips to pull down his pants to his ankles as his dick springs free. He holds it to your lips as you lick the pre cum off his tip before wrapping your mouth around him as you begin to bob your head. His fingers tangle in your hair as he leans back to watch you.

Steve spanks you a couple more times before shoving two of his fingers into your aching hole. Your whimper vibrates around the metalheads cock causing him to groan.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. That’s it.”

The sound of the next two slaps on your skin echoed through the room as Eddie clung tighter to you while you gagged and drooled around him. Steve’s pace quickened as the tears fell down your face. The closer you got to the edge, the harder is free palm slapped against you.

Roughly, you were lifted by your hair off the man’s cock. “Are you going to cum, brat?”

“Yes, Sir. Please. Please—mmm—can I cum?”

As soon as he gives you permission, Steve feels your cunt clench around him, delivering you your last spank causing you to cry out as you came. He lifted you delicately, placing you into a sitting position on his lap. You winced at the feeling of his pants against your bruised skin as he pressed your head to his shoulder.

“You did so good, little miss. Taking your punishment like a good girl. See? You’re learning already.” You curled into him, feeling the same way you had back in your office when he hugged you; safe.

Eddie’s calloused hands roamed along your legs as you smiled over at him. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been behaving in class, Sir.”

“Yeah? You ready to make it up to me?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

He grinned as he shook his pants the rest of the way down his legs and rose to his feet, tearing off his shirt along the way. Taking you out of his friends embrace he tossed you onto your stomach against the bed, crawling on his knees over you. He lifted your ass in the air, running the tip of his cock through your puffy lips.

You both moaned as he pushed himself inside of you.

“Fuck. Oh my god.”, you whimpered.

The man’s palm came down hard against your backside. “Watch your mouth.”

“I’m…I’m sorry, Sir. You just feel so good.”

Eddie leaned his chest onto your back, encircling his arm around you throat as he pushed you down flat. Your mouth fell open as his length pressed deeper into you, tapping that spongey spot inside of you that had your eyes flutter closed.

“Yeah? I feel good, sweetheart? You like feeling my cock deep inside you?” When you nodded, he rolled his hips, thrusting into you hard. “Say it, little girl.”

“Yes, Sir. I—mmm—I love feeling your big cock deep inside me.”

Eddie’s head fell beside yours as he grunted into your ear. “Such a—fuck—a filthy girl.” His hands reached under you, ripping your shirt open before fondling your breasts. “Little fucking whore. Do you purposely not wear—mmm—not wear underwear because you know it drives me crazy?”

“Do you like it? When I don’t… wear panties?”

“Yes, baby. I do. I fantasize about bending you over my desk and fucking ruining this pussy.”

Eddie leans back fully on his knees as he thrusts into you rapidly. You mewl as you turn your head to look for Steve. He was still sitting beside you, watching you both with lust blown eyes as he stroked his cock.

“Sir, I’m…I’m going to…can I…?”

“Jesus. Yes, princess. You can cum.”

You screamed into the mattress as the coil snapped. Eddie’s body folded over your own as his palm held your face down, pumping into you as hard as he could, chasing his high. His grunts filled your ears as he came, releasing ropes of his seed inside of you.

You both sat still for a moment, panting heavily before he finally pulled out and fell beside you. Suddenly, you felt yourself being yanked to the edge of the bed as Steve flipped you onto your back. He raised both your legs, resting your heels on his shoulders as guided his cock inside of you.

His pants and boxers shimmied to the floor as he thrust into with an almost animalistic need.

“Daddy! Oh—mmm—fuck!”

From the side, Eddie’s hand gripped your neck tightly. “Watch your mouth.”, he growled. “Didn’t I fucking tell you that? I don’t like repeating myself.”

Steve let one of your legs fall to bed as lean down closer to your face. Your eyes rolled back as his cock pumped deeper into you. “Are we forgetting how to be a good girl?”

“No…no, Daddy. I just—” As if they could read each other’s minds, Eddie’s hand slid from your throat to cover your mouth.

“I…don’t…care.” After every word, he smacked his hips into yours making you cry out. “Maybe, spanking isn’t—mmm—isn’t enough. Maybe little girl shouldn’t be allowed to cum. Then she’ll listen.”

You shook your head as the tears started to streak your face again. “I promise, Daddy. I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”, you pleaded when the boy removed his hand. “Please let me cum. I wanna cum on your cock.”

“Do you think you deserve it, honey?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You whimper as his fingers came down to circle your clit as he pumps into you faster. “You can cum, pretty girl.”

Steve sucked in his bottom lip as he watched you come undone. Your back arched as you cried harder, clenching around him as you came. He dropped your other leg, pressing his forehead against your own.

“Good girl. Such a good girl cumming so hard for me. You took us both so well, beautiful. Fuck.”

His eyes squeezed shut as he came, groaning as he thrust it as hard as he could into your pussy. You let him lie on top of you for a few moments to catch his breathe until you couldn’t handle the ache in your arms any longer.

“Steve? My arms are starting to tingle.”

“Fuck! Baby, I’m sorry. I forgot.” He quickly ambled to your side, lifting you so he could free your hands.

“Are you okay?”, Eddie asked as he inspected your wrists noticing the imprints on them.

“Yeah. Those hurt a little bit. Are they from set?”

Steve held them in the air as he spoke. “Yeah… I should have known better. The entire production was kind of thrown together. Not like this set here.” He turned to smile at you as you and Eddie laughed.

“She came up with this whole thing. I think we’re having a bad influence on her.”

“Shut up. You two loved it.”

They chuckled as they rose to their feet, tenderly pulling you up by your hands. As you watched them move around your bathroom a small smile remained on your lips. Eddie ran the bath water, reaching for the bottles of smells he knew you loved, and pouring them into the tub. Steve slowly removed the rest of his outfit, collect it from the floor along with the metalheads suit attire along the way, and tossing it in the corner of your bedroom near the laundry basket.

He finally noticed you staring when he got down on his knees to remove you stalkings.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just…”

Eddie turns off the faucet and swivels around to help remove the rest of your clothes. “You just what?”

They grip your hands tightly as you gradually lower yourself into the bath and they do the same. You move so you can sit on the metalheads lap and he grins as he wraps his arms around you.

Giggling, you reach forward to run your fingers through Steve’s hair. “God. I didn’t realize they put so much crap in your hair.”

“She’s avoiding my question.”, Steve smiles.

“Yeah, she is.”

You roll your eyes as you lean back against the other boy’s chest. “I’m just…thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

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nonsense — 04. i’m NOT petty

you placed down your phone and paid more attention to your delicious food, groaning in satisfaction because you missed it's taste— despite eating the same thing like 2 days ago.

“you really bought those albums huh,” kuroo comments, staring down your paper bag filled with albums. most of kageyamas, some from artists you love.

"why?" you tilt your head to the side, acting innocent, "circulating money is good for the economy!" you say a little too loudly, unabashed. you did look around a little after shouting because you did have a little bit of shame.

the restaurant didn’t have many people inside. well, the mall didn’t have many people in it in general. it was considered one of those "fancy" malls people tend to stay away from, which is exactly why you guys frequent here.

"i'm broke now," you slump on the table, your elbow as a support as you shove a spoonful of your meal in your mouth, wearily glancing at your shopping bags under the table beside kenma's.

"i paid for half of it," kenma says.

"yeah and my wallet is still empty."

"let's get new shoes after eating."

"i JUST said my wallet is empty."

"i'll pay for it."

"okay, lets!" you say chirpily, what can you say? you like free stuff. who were you to turn that down?

"[name]..." akaashi begins.

"hey, are you really okay?" it was kuroo who finished the question everyone in this table was most probably dying to ask.

"yes," you say without hesitation, because you really were.

"people online can be really harsh," kenma adds, having known from experience.

"yeah," you shrug, "but i'm really fine, don't you guys believe me?"

"of course we believe you it's just that it's with oikawa's fanbase you know," kuroo points out.

"so? he's like any other celebrity out there," you shrug, acting cool.

"except you actually loved him."

"yes, loved, past tense," you pout, it wavers though.

kuroo sighs, "it was as if it was only yesterday when you were raving on about having a necklace with his initials on it.”

“shut up!” you point your fork at him and snarl.

"[name], just remember that we're always here for you whenever you need anything," akaashi says in a serious tone.

"i know," you say softly. you feel kenma's hand reach out over to your side and comfortingly pats the back of yours, "just so we're clear, i still really hate him," you frown.

"yeah yeah just eat your food," kuroo rolls his eyes, finding your statement hard to believe.

"eat faster, [name], the shoes are waiting," kenma says while scrolling on his phone, already browsing the store he wants to buy shoes from so he could just ask for it later on.

"she's going to choke on her food if she eats any faster," akaashi shakes his head.

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✦ fun facts !

kageyama is a singer because if oikawa can be an actor then he can be a singer.

[name] always wore that necklace with oikawa’s initials on it back in the day (she doesn’t wear it anymore but she keeps it in a drawer says its too expensive to just throw away)

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — hating filler? haha just kidding (i love friendship)

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unholyverse · 7 months

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waterparks // kerrang january 2018 #1705

(full article text under the cut)

LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST

The past couple of years have been such a whirlwind for Waterparks that the trio have barely had time to breathe. Beyond all the bluster and bravado, it's taken a private toll on Awsten Knight. On the eve of new album Entertainment, though, the frontman is ready to go again…

Words: Jennyfer J. Walker // Photos: Andrew Upovsky

A few years ago, Awsten Knight dropped out of college to focus on his band, Waterparks. To gain the funds to do so, he spent his time teaching guitar and babysitting. Today, the Texas-based trio—completed by guitarist Geoff Wigington and drummer Otto Wood—are one of the most in-demand young bands on the planet. The name Waterparks first became synonymous with more than just being a fun place to hang out in your swimming trunks in 2016, with the release of their debut album, Double Dare. And the three-piece have only gotten bigger since. After forming in 2011, they picked up Good Charlotte's Benji and Joel Madden as managers (and Benji as a producer), toured the world with All Time Low, sold out Camden's Underworld (4,846 miles from their hometown) in under an hour, and recorded second album Entertainment, which is out next week.

There have been personal moments that made Awsten realise he and his band have 'made it', too, like when he was awarded Tweeter Of The Year in the Kerrang! Readers' Poll ("That's literally just all the dumb shit I said on Twitter," he says, baffled as to why anyone would care about his caps-lock musings). Then there was the time a Japanese fan flew to a U.S. show, and turned up to meet Awsten looking exactly like Awsten…

"He was dressed just like me!" the singer says in more disbelief. "He dyed his hair blue and he had my necklace [the rainbow foot one]. He was straight-up me! And I was like, 'Oh my God, some guy in fucking Japan, who doesn't even know my language, likes my shit that much that he's dressed up like me… that's fucking awesome.'"

Ask Awsten to reflect on his band's success, to properly look back and take it all in, and he'll get uncomfortable.

"I don't really look back at stuff as much as I should…" he admits. "I feel like if I stop to think about any of that too hard, it would freak me out. So I think the best thing, at least for now, is to keep my head down and keep working as fast as I can and as hard as I can to keep it going."

And how do you feel when you're forced to reflect?

Before replying, he thinks for a second and exhales, making his lips vibrate.

"It kinda doesn't feel like it happened…When we got back from Japan I was just tired and laying there, and a week later I talked about it in an interview, and they were like, 'You just got back from Japan with All Time Low,' and I was like, 'Oh yeah! We did do that, huh?'" It doesn't feel…"—he thumbs through the pages of his brain dictionary, looking for the right words—"…it doesn't feel real."

The only time Awsten really nods to his achievements is within the blue walls of his childhood bedroom, where he's rested his head for the past 20 years, and is currently doing so while the band take their first proper break in two years. In between shelves crammed with DVDs, books ("because reading's tight") and his bed there's a nightstand. On the top sit a pack of Twizzlers and a pot of vitamins, and in the cubby hole below rests a stack of six or seven magazines, all of which have Awsten's face on the cover. He'll only take them out to properly look at when new ones arrive in the mail- there have been two this week - but he likes having them there, when he's in the room. "Being able to see those things is small," he says. "But it's enough to be like, 'Okay, cool.'"

[Image of the band walking around with the caption, "The gangs of New York aren't quite what they used to be."]

Awsten's aware that few bands take off like Waterparks have. It's a fact people remind him about often, including his friends and mentors Benji and Joel.

"They tell us, 'Your band is extremely special,' and I'll be like, 'Thank you so much!' I'm thankful to hear it…'"

The Maddens' elder brother Josh, meanwhile, has taught the frontman that it's important to take time for yourself in order to survive in any successful band. "Josh told me, There's Waterparks Awsten and there's Awsten Awsten. They're both the same guy, but you need to make sure both of them have the same love and care. It's tough to do…"

He lets out a brief laugh at what he's about to say. It's something he often does.

"Girls have accused me of being a workaholic before. It's still hard for me to answer when people ask, 'What do you do when you're not doing music?' I don't have that much to say…Which isn't a good sign of progress on that front, because it's what I'm doing all the time. If it's not for Waterparks, I'm working on music for somebody." He has, though, taken steps to care for poor neglected Awsten Awsten while he's been off tour. He's learned the importance of getting the recommended eight hours sleep and not staying up all night working on band stuff. He's started going to therapy. And he's training at a small boxing gym in downtown Houston.

"It's definitely a dumb-guy chemical thing, but Otto and I will go through phases where we're like, 'I just wanna fucking fight someone!' Pretty much the entire last tour I was in that mode. I thought, 'I better actually prepare and be good at this shit if it does happen!'" Now, one of the goals on his bucket list for 2018 is to win a boxing match.

Such drive means the frontman's never struggled to keep his eyes on the prize when it comes to Waterparks. As soon as our morning chat ends, Awsten says he'll start working on more music.

His self-assuredness and stronger-than-graphene vision for the band mean he's never had to fight to stay true to himself, either. He's more likely to walk into the record label and tell them what's what.

"Dude, honestly, I'm so fucking good at marketing!" he says, not-at-all modestly. "I've got a vision for us, and I know what we are. I'm aware what works and what doesn't. I'm a control freak, which I guess is a thing I should work on, but it's definitely kept things very true to who we are."

New album Entertainment is saturated with that same confidence, and the frontman says he feels no pressure whatsoever putting it out.

"When it was getting made, nobody knew [since it was done in secret], so they couldn't get hyped or anything. Now, if anybody wants to have expectations, it's already done. There's nothing I can do."

Doesn't a little part of you worry about whether people will like it?

"Not really," he says, shrugging his shoulders, "because I know it's good. Not to be cocky about it…I just think it's a very good album. There were songs I thought would make the record that didn't, which means everything on there is the best of the best."

The most confident man in rock does have one Kryptonite, though: his feelings. That became apparent three weeks before the release of Entertainment, when Awsten tweeted a picture of two pages from a spiral-bound notebook. On those pages was a handwritten letter, in his trademark caps, explaining that he'd gone off Waterparks' second record. The words were fairly cryptic, stating, "the last couple months have [been] weird, difficult, and everything else that sits in the realm of 'bad'. I lost a lot mentally and physically. Certain things happened and to be overly honest with you, Entertainment was ruined for me. I stopped listening to it, and felt weird to hype it in interviews. However, the worst part was the pure dread I felt thinking, 'Fuck. I still have to tour on this and sing these words every night.'"

Yet fans knew the note related to Awsten's break-up with his TV actress girlfriend, Ciara Hanna, the subject of much of the album's lyrics.

"I was glorifying people and things that I really don't fucking like and that really sucked," he says.

How did you feel about the future when those songs were ruined for you?

"Very fucking bleak!" he says. "I was like, 'Fuck, I'm ready to make another album, let's do that instead!'"

Would you have scrapped Entertainment if that was an option?

"There was a time that I would have said yes. But it's a piece of fucking art, and it would be a shame to let certain people or things ruin that."

In order to feel excited about the album again, Awsten had to change the meanings of the songs in his mind.

"My love songs are not about anyone now," he says. "They're just about love. And the dark places I was put in because of certain people or events? Those are stories. Every album is going to be a snapshot of where I was at that time."

Which explains why he thanks Ciara "for filling me with too many feelings" in the CD's thank you notes.

Quiz Awsten about which songs on the album are the most personal to him, and he'll say "the ones that make me go, 'Agh fuck!'" are Lucky People, Rare, TANTRUM, Crybaby and We Need To Talk.

"I try to keep my shit together around other people," he says when asked if there were any breakdowns in the vocal booth, "but the day Crybaby was made, that was one of the worst days of my life…" What was happening that day?

"I don't wanna talk about that, if that's okay," Awsten says meekly. "I feel like I give a lot to people, and some of the stuff that is written about on this album, I haven't told anybody about, 'cause it's just very… low, dark, personal shit. There are certain things that people don't need to know."

One song he is comfortable delving deeper into is diss track TANTRUM. An album highlight, it sees Awsten rant his frustrations away.

"TANTRUM's blunt as fuck!" he offers. "A lot of the stuff's metaphorical, but that one's like, This married guy tried to fuck my girlfriend and I'm gonna kill him when I see him!' I was like, 'I'll put his name in it, fuck it! I don't care."

We point out that when the guy in the song hears it, Awsten might just get that boxing match he's after…

"I just might, but I'm prepared," he says seriously.

As we wrap up our interview, Awsten's pouring his second coffee of the day, ready to resume being a workaholic. We ask how he's feeling after what's been a frankly terrible couple of months, and at the start of what's set to be the year of his career.

"I mean…" he pauses. "If someone has empathy and is able to feel certain things, like a functioning emotional brain- or in my case, maybe it's more emotional than it should be, I don't know yet—everyone is a work in progress."

He lets out a particularly-Texan "GOD DAMN!" and laughs at how corny he sounds.

"But everybody is literally just doing their best. Everyone is working on it. I'm working on it…"

ENTERTAINMENT IS AVAILABLE VIA EASY LIFE RECORDS ON JANUARY 26. WATERPARKS TOUR THE UK IN MARCH — SEE THE GIG GUIDE

IT'S A FAMILY AFFAIR

THE MADDENS AREN'T JUST MANAGERS FOR WATERPARKS. AS AWSTEN REVEALS, THE TWINS ARE MORE LIKE FAMILY

"The Madden Brothers are the fuckin' best! They've taught me a lot. I knew about the idea of having role models and shit, had them and I've definitely h before, but actually seeing them at work, and the way they accomplish things and get shit done [is very cool].

"I wouldn't be who I am right now without them. What's cool is, I'd never in a billion years be like, "You guys are like me…'but we often have conversations about what we want to to accomplish. Last night I talked to Benji, and he said, 'Dude, everything that Joel and I did, see in you.' And I was just like, 'Fuuuuuuck!

"They're more like friends than mentors to me now. Half the shit we talk about is not even band related. We talk about life, how to be different and things I want to be involved in…I want to accomplish a lot. Some of it is musical and some isn't, but I want them to be my team for all of it."

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spy headcanon thread! just some of my personal thoughts and musings about his character :-) enjoy!

starting off by saying that spy is Absolutely Everything to me.. i've put his thread off for so long because i have SO much to say and im afraid i'll leave stuff out BUT we're going to take a Stab at it (😏) and i guess i'll just add more stuff later if i need! As Usual this is just pasted from my twitter so i'm sorry for any wonky formatting issues!

the most important thing to me about spy's character is that it is Varied and can be Contradictory. i say this about all of the mercs tbh but spy is among the Most important given his role/occupation as a spy. he IS A Spy, but he's also Just Some Guy (gender neutral).

spy is a bit dry; very sarcastic, a bit stoic, but he's definitely not heartless. i think he's very "emotionally in-tune" to those around him and prides himself on being able to read a room exceptionally well!

... but just because he knows what people might be thinking doesn't mean he's going to do anything about it! he likes being in the know but seldom ever enjoys interfering; it's best if he keeps out of the fray, or so he tells himself!

that being said, i Do think spy makes exceptions to this rule (which To Me is what makes his character Interesting!).... as we see in expiration date! he spends his "last living days" helping scout become a worthy date for miss pauling!

if he sees someone Floundering or really stuck in some kind of emotional squander, he'll pass by with a hand on the shoulder and a concise, discreet, kind word of advice in their ear and move on. no need for thanks, he's just Sharing an Observation! if you try to thank him, he'll give you a coy look and be like "for what?" but he knows. he's just letting you know you don't need to thank him <3

loves breaking balls. he'll help you if you ask him, but not before he gives you a LOT of shit for it. he'll volunteer himself to help you (even if you tell him you need his Stinking Help!) and he'll roll his eyes and say "ha! you are So helpless! i know you're glad i'm here to see this through with you uUu" LOL

but he will give you genuine insight and Surprisingly Good advice. huh, you didn't know he knew you so well! despite his job as a spy, he'll tell you to be authentic and will encourage you to listen to your instincts.

is an Observer First and an Action-taker second. prioritizes being in the know and likes being in the background (despite how good he is at being in the spotlight!). always thinks before he speaks, very calculated in everything he does!

got wiser with age. when he was younger i think he was quick to save his own skin and thought only about himself. among his first "selfless" acts were running out on scout and his mom to "protect" them, but with the wisdom of hindsight, that wasn't the smartest idea!

firmly believes in the power of respect. seems to have a positive relationship with all of his teammates (yes, even sniper, engineer and pyro lol) and scout's mom, too (regardless of how u see their relationship). tells scout that he has to earn pauling's respect to be worthy of her!

won't hesitate to stick his neck out for/work with people he appreciates. in the comics, he works with (and even prioritizes the safety of) miss pauling, helps sniper, and obviously comforts scout when he's dying in the way that Scout would want to be comforted. good job pops!

which brings me to dadspy... how i love you... i could make an entire other thread about my dadspy thoughts BUT i'll keep it "brief" here. i don't think he ever "treated scout like shit" nor do i think he was abusive to scout's mom or scout. he's just the world's most mediocre absent father to me... KDSKF

i think scout's mom knew What Spy Was and knew that at some point, he'd have to leave her. i think she's a perfectly capable woman who spy is genuinely still in love with (they have an open, long-distance relationship!) and is quite the deadly catch herself! perhaps i'll make a thread on her if that's something people would want....

i don't think she resents spy for running out and i think spy has complicated feelings about running out. he's convinced himself he did it for everyone involved's safety but in hindsight he Does feel a Bit (emphasis on Bit. it's not Earth Shatteringly Dramatic, just a little demon that sneaks up on him now and then...) guilty and tries to "make up for it" by Trying to get along with scout even if it's... not easy LOL. him turning into tom jones when scout died was to comfort scout the way Scout would want, which i think says a lot about spy's character.

however, once scout finds out the truth, i think he tells spy that he shouldn't have lied to him about it ("what kind of dumbass lies to their son on his deathbed! 🧍") and spy's like "ah... i suppose that... was also a mistake." and they smirk/smile at each other.. Road To Forgiveness begins..

also i personally love the running gag that everyone knows that spy is scout's dad (except for scout), not because i think spy would tell all/even some of the mercs but because it's SO obvious that all of them are like "i mean yeah.. doy". extra points if their knowledge Also surprises spy. "WHO TOLD YOU? HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" and the mercs are like ??? "erm... we have eyes...?" LOL

DESPITE being Stoic and Unknowable and Mysterious, he is also Quite the Doofus. one of my favorite and most important thoughts on his character. i think his authentic laugh is his snort laugh and i think that's what made scout's mom fall in love with him... :') has a great sense of humor.

loves playing pranks, causing mischief and being a Smug Cunt. will hide behind his Carefully Crafted Facade, but those who really know him (heavy, scout's mom) can see right through it! teaches scout some of his "best ones" (though not before pranking HIM with them first! it's okay though. scout's a good sport and gives him props LMAO)

a short list of spy's "best ones":

cleaning a glass door REALLY well and tricking the mercs to run into it at full force

oil on the kitchen floor so that anyone who comes running in will slam into the oven that engineer Just Fixed God Dammit! and destroy it

mentos in soda

scout and spy have the "same laugh" when they REALLY start howling. snorting, wheezing.... they sound almost identical. usually if they're laughing THAT hard, the rest of the mercs are looking at them like this >__> (covered in soda, can't get up from the ground because oil, etc)

obviously enjoys literature! language is one of his favorite things, though. loves learning about different dialects, slang, accents and learning the intricacies of grammar, too! likes studying the other mercs for this reason. the base is a fun, mixed bag for him!

the best secret keeper. contrary to popular belief, spy will NOT air your business if it's Serious. he might "let it slip" to medic that sniper sleeps with a stuffed animal, but he won't let anyone know that heavy has ptsd. he likes giving people shit, but not genuinely causing harm!

ah.. breaking balls as a love language.. this is something that i think is shared between spy, scout, and scout's mom. they LOOOOVE to give you shit, but it comes from a loving place. i think a lot of scout and spy's banter in exp date is like this:

it's not actually Insulting to either of them (spy calling scout a failure, scout telling spy to go to hell, etc) and is in fact more like a thing of Endearment. if you know people like this then you know what i'm talking about. idk how else to describe it KSDFKS

he is very girlfailure that thinks he's a girlboss but is actually a girlfailure and is coming to terms with his girlfailing. as i've said, spy isn't heartless. he knows he's made mistakes and knows his job has costed him a lot and now he's trying to reconcile with it. sometimes it's funny, sometimes its angsty!

is a total foodie and has a LOT of opinions about all kinds of cuisine! loves cooking with engineer and pyro (YES i think pyro is an INCREDIBLE chef. they only burn things because it's fun/funny! for the bit. you understand), and heavy has a perfect palette (just a personal hc of mine heh) so he always gets to tag along and taste test! <3

if spy is involved with any of the other mercs, scout's mom knows about it. they're in an open relationship and spy values her just like he'd value any of the mercs in a romantic relationship. she knows all of them and they're all very polite to her (ala like they are with miss pauling), but she quickly surprises them by being snarky and playful like spy and scout! she also doesn't hesitate to begin telling the mercs the most Humiliating Dirt on spy AND scout! HEHEHE

i don't think he'd cheat on her nor do i think he'd bother cheating on any of his partners. he's very open with communication when it comes to his interpersonal relationships (this is ironic to everyone but him because his relationship with his son is currently in shambles). he's good at it when it comes to romantic relationships though!

his love languages are, well, any and all of them! he loves being in love, he's a huge romantic and is not shy about showing it. will absolutely DROWN his partner in gifts and pretty words (that he really does mean!) and so on... perhaps to the point of it being a little overwhelming! at his partner's request, he'll dial it back... but he still loves to spoil his lovers, and THAT is something he WON'T apologize for! >:)

as i touched on earlier, has a good rapport with all of the mercs and pauling. he's patient with soldier and the other mercs hear him out about the bucket list idea (and are all Quietly Amused by how scout promptly ruins that for him. team dynamic ykwim). i think he's the closest with heavy (i'm a spoovy enjoyer), engineer, pyro, and sniper (BUT in kind of a "unique" way. perhaps i'll elaborate) but he enjoys the company of all of the other mercs as well!

is Informed about engineer's, demoman's and medic's research (though not on the levels they are of course) and likes being in the know about things going on around the base. he mostly shares enemy intelligence with these three over anyone else. they talk frequently and Love to gossip (engineer SWEARS its not gossiping but demo and medic are like "no. its gossip!" SKDFKSDF)!

will absolutely always enable you to treat yourself. scout, spy, medic and demo are the KINGS of "go on!! treat yourself!! :D" no matter what it is. if spy sees you really struggling about whether to get something, he'll slip it in with his own purchases and gift it to you later. "this one is from me, so you don't need to worry about compromise. <3"

in battle, he's a bit more sadistic than his teammates; likes making people squirm and is more than capable of getting under your skin. information extraction is part of his job and he treats it as such: Part Of The Job. he doesn't get a LOT of pleasure from hurting others, but he Does enjoy starring in a good revenge tale!

no, i do NOT think the world's most absent father cares about his 30 year old son's sex life nor do i think he's even "fiercely overprotective" of scout just in general. i think he knows scout is a grown man who has to make (and account for) any failures and fumbles he makes in his life. he'll be there with a kind word (and a few snarky ones!) when shit hits the fan, but he's not running around fighting scout's battles for him. scout loves battling too much to let him anyway! LOL

he teaches him things that Spy Himself values (like respect) because he... values it and since spy IS trying to be a bit more of a Dad to scout, it's also a reflection on him (to spy. scout doesn't care or think of it that way). insists on the value of self improvement! (something he himself didn't learn until he was Much Older... but scout doesn't need to know that!)

#ok FINE this is good enough for now...#-_-#hit tweet limit three times <3 i have things to SAY #dutchfoolery #dutchiehcs #mercthreads #<- yeas i have other mercs in there.. take a look if u want... heh #tf2 #spy #rrgghhh sorry for the tags... grrhhh

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yukipri · 1 year

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Twitter really dying huh. New Daily Tweet Limits

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Muskrat really desperately for money huh

Mind you, I don't even tweet *that* much and it triggered on me, suddenly with no warning.

Fuck this.

All text in images copied beneath cut:

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#Twitter #fuck this really #social media #i can't even bitch about it on the site itself because it suddenly cut off my ability to tweet without warning #this slashes incentive to RT and boost other creatives #which is why i guess I hit my limit??#it's a money grab muskrat wants to force more people to get the shitty checkmark #i don't think so

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speedfreak01 · 6 months

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now that you CLOWNS, you JOKERS have got me thinking about the tarn identity reveal, man that was a really shitty reveal huh

like first off, yet another james roberts villain who has a disability (the physical and social disability of empurata, as well as the pre-existing disability of tarn's transformation addiction, which we as an audience are meant to see as some sort of indicator of tarn's vice and indulgence) and becomes the joker, like there aren't already a hundred of those in the damn book

but it's also a really unsatisfying way to conclude the dying of the light arc because it doesn't have anything to say. i've mentioned this before in other posts, but the reason that so many plot twists and narrative beats from mtmte season 1 work is that they tie back to an over-arching motif of emotional honesty, of saying the things that are uncomfortable to say, answering or addressing that central theme in a way that encourages its audience to think more deeply about them, and facilitate character development along those lines.

but dying of the light? you can clearly, CLEARLY tell that jro was writing this just to get people to say OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO SHOCKING AND UNEXPECTED AND BRUTAL on twitter, so he could termsearch and lap up their reactions, so it's all shock and no substance. the scene where megatron kills tarn with his super special black hole piss beam or whatever implies that the theme we were supposed to be picking up on was "evil people dress their cruelty up in grand narratives to disguise and justify it, but evil is in reality banal", but nothing else in the story serves that theme whatsoever, because the story is at this point uninterested in exploring any sort of theming.

in fact, the supposed thesis of dying of the light is directly invalidated by megatron himself, who has consistently dressed his cruelty up in grand narratives to disguise and justify it without being challenged by the story, and indeed continues to do so throughout the rest of the comic's run, and we as an audience are supposed to just take him at his incredibly constructed and carefully-crafted word!

but also!!! also!!!!!! jro somehow managed to pick like the one character that would make the plot beat of "oh he's just some guy" fall the flattest. because glitch ISN'T just some guy!!!! we know him!!!! even just a little bit!!! but at the same time we don't know him enough for the revelation to have any kind of impact in the other direction

too known to be a nobody, too much of a nobody to be shocking, clearly just intended to be WOAH COMPLETELY OUT THERE AND LEFT-FIELD for the sake of ~subverting expectations~

absolute scenes. a complete omnishambles

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shiningwonderland · 2 months

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Syo Kurusu (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (twitter: agnadance)

Editor: Snail (twitter: herbert_snail)

February - Renforcer Feelings

Syo-kun has been overseas for two weeks. We've been sending text messages to each other, but I still don't know his results.

I hope that everything will go well….

Syo Kurusu: Yo!

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun!

I run towards Syo-kun the moment I see him.

Syo Kurusu: Um… I'm back….

I feel like Syo-kun looks more mature after the two weeks he's been gone….

Haruka Nanami: Um….

SELECT THE PHRASE!

1) 元気？Are you doing well? (+0 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Idiot. Yeah, I'm good as always.

He pokes me in the forehead.

Ahh, Syo-kun hasn't changed at all.

Even after coming back from a trip from the States, he is still the same.

2) 2週間ぶりだね。It's been two weeks. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, it really has been. Were you lonely?

Haruka Nanami: Yeah, a little bit….

Syo Kurusu: I see. I… wanted to see you, too.

3) おかえり。Welcome back. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: This is kind of embarrassing….

Haruka Nanami: I-I see. I guess it sounds like we're newly wed or something.

Syo Kurusu: … How about I do a "I'm home!" kiss?

Haruka Nanami: Huh?!

Syo Kurusu: Idiot, I was joking. We can't kiss… at least for now. Remember?

Haruka Nanami: Y-You're right….

Haruka Nanami: Then, um…. How was it? Did you meet the doctor?

Syo Kurusu: Yeah…. My condition is rare, but there have been a couple of people with my same condition he cured through surgery.

Haruka Nanami: Then….

Will he be cured? I try to ask, but Syo-kun opens his mouth first.

Syo Kurusu: But…. I was told the chances of the surgery succeeding is 50%.

His words are cool and collected.

Haruka Nanami: 50%?

Syo Kurusu: If the surgery fails, I may die.

Haruka Nanami: That can't be….

SELECT THE PHRASE!

1) 翔くん・・・Syo-kun…. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I… want you to be healthy and be by my side…. I don't know what to do with myself….

Syo Kurusu: Haruka…. I want to be with you always, too. But at this rate, one day….

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun….

Syo Kurusu: Don't make that face. I'll be fine, got it?

He hugs me tightly as tears well up in my eyes.

Syo Kurusu: I was told to carefully discuss whether or not I should have surgery with my family.

I'll keep thinking about it. I don't want to make you cry…. Wait for me.

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

2) やめよう。Don't do it. (+0 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Up until now, you were never in danger of losing your life, right? So maybe… you don't have to take on this risk….

Syo Kurusu: No…. I’ve always had a risk of dying.

Haruka Nanami: But….

Syo Kurusu: Either way, if I do the surgery, I would have to stay overseas again for some time, but I still haven't decided what to do yet.

Haruka Nanami: Then you don't have to do it.

Syo Kurusu: This isn't something I'll decide on immediately. I'll think of something that will work out best for you and me.

Haruka Nanami: … I understand.

3) どうするの？What will you do? (+10 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: I haven't decided yet.

The doctor told me to think over it carefully. Either I undergo surgery while being aware of the risk, or give up on it and continue the way I am now.

I wonder which one would be best. How about you? What do you think I should do?

Haruka Nanami: Huh, me? I don't know…. If the surgery fails….

But… I want you to be healthy….

I can't choose either… I have no idea what's best.

I almost break into tears but Syo-kun pats me on the head.

Syo Kurusu: This isn't something that can be decided on quickly, huh? Well, there's still time so I'll keep thinking about it. Sound good to you?

Haruka Nanami: … Yeah.

I return to my room and research about Syo-kun's condition on the internet.

I read a couple of articles about it, but I'm still not sure if I should figure out what to do on my own or say something to Syo-kun….

These articles aren't giving me the answers I need.

Haruka Nanami: Haa….

I sigh to myself.

Kuppuru: Meow….

Kuppuru meows as if he's worried about me and rubs himself against my legs.

I pick him up, place him on my lap, and pet him on the head.

Haruka Nanami: Hey, Kuppuru…. What would you do?

Kuppuru: Meow?

Haruka Nanami: So there's this person I like and he's suffering from a serious health condition.

There's a way to cure him, but it's risky.

If the surgery fails, he may die….

There's only a 50% chance of success…. The same chances as flipping a coin….

I just want him to be healthy.

But… I also feel that I want him by my side, even if it means he keeps having his health condition.

Kuppuru: Meow….

Kuppuru looks at me with worry.

Haruka Nanami: … I'm fine. Don't worry about me, I'm just at a loss….

What I'm doing doesn't make sense. No matter how much I worry, nothing will change. Syo-kun is the one who has to make this decision….

Huh? Strange…. I didn't mean to start crying….

Why won't my tears stop?

I bend over on my desk and cry. Kuppuru jumps up onto the desk.

He licks my face to comfort me.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you… Kuppuru….

I end up falling asleep.

…

While I have a comforting dream, I feel a warm hand constantly rubbing my head.

Haruka Nanami: … Hm?

???: Have you awakened, my princess?

Haruka Nanami: … Who are you?

I wake up and find myself being embraced by a stranger.

He has clear eyes, hair that glistens like the feathers of a black swan, lightly tanned skin, and chiseled facial features….

This person… doesn't look Japanese.

Cecil Aijima: You can call me Cecil, my princess….

Princess…? Can this be…?

Haruka Nanami: A dream…?

Cecil Aijima: Yes, I suppose so…. This brief time where our bodies touch is just a fantasy for this one night….

Ahh, I see, this really is a dream….

Haruka Nanami: … So where did you come from?

Cecil Aijima: The country of sand…. The land of mirages and red roses…. A star overflowing with song….

Sand…. Red roses…. Star?

Haruka Nanami: Ahh, I see, you're a star prince….

Cecil Aijima: I see you call me a prince even when I am like this, my princess?

You are truly my Mana, my eternity with no falsehood.

And yet now, you are lost in the forest of mist enveloped by the deep darkness of the new moon.

As long as there is a sliver of light from a star that guides you, the mist would clear, and the flower that is your smile will bloom under the sun….

Haruka Nanami: ???

Cecil…-san gives me a look of pity.

This is a dream, right?

Cecil-san pushes up my bangs and gives me a gentle kiss on my forehead….

Wah! Wh-What kind of dream is this…?

I'm in love with Syo-kun…. Why am I dreaming about this man?

This man is a prince… a prince from a star….

Syo-kun… I'm so sorry….

Haruka Nanami: U-Um…!

When I open my mouth to speak, Cecil-san quickly pulls his lips from my forehead.

Cecil Aijima: Did you feel my aria?

Haruka Nanami: Huh?

Cecil Aijima: It is not significant, but I am sure with this that you will be blessed with protection by Sirius.

Sirius' dazzling light will be the sword that will cut down your hesitation.

When that happens, that will be when you will discover yourself.

I believe in you, your song, your heart… and the future that you deserve.

SELECT THE PHRASE!

1) 歌・・・？ Song…? (+0 Love +10 Music)

Cecil Aijima: Song…. That is the soul of Agna.

2) 心・・・？ Heart…? (+0 Love +10 Music)

Cecil Aijima: A sea filled with tears does not suit your heart, which holds an irreplaceable, cherished galaxy hidden deep within.

3) 未来・・・？ Future…? (+0 Love +10 Music)

Cecil Aijima: Though darkness paves your way, your future holds precious moments for you to attain.

Hesitation clouds the sound. A beautiful song cannot be brought forth.

Cecil Aijima: Is this the time for you to weave words? No.

If you must show what is in your heart through sound and music, then the answer has been decided.

Am I wrong?

Haruka Nanami: Um….

I feel like I'm getting the gist of what he's trying to say. Show my heart through song?

Cecil Aijima: … Clouds are covering the moon…. It seems that my time with you is coming to an end.

Cecil-san kisses my eyelids.

Cecil Aijima: I hope… your sound reaches him.

I feel his lips leave me. I open my eyes and see that Cecil-san is no longer with me.

Haruka Nanami: So he really was a dream? Even so, that was very strange…. Right, Kuppuru?

Kuppuru: Meow!

Haruka Nanami: "I hope your sound reaches him"....

I whisper his words to myself and start writing on my music sheet.

The next day, Syo-kun and I start practicing for the graduation audition.

Syo-kun looks cheerful as always.

But….

He's… pushing himself, isn't he?

Haruka Nanami: …

I stop the song without a word.

Syo Kurusu: What's wrong? Don't stop the song midway, I can still keep going.

Haruka Nanami: We should stop for today, Syo-kun. You're… pushing yourself too far.

Syo Kurusu: You're worrying too much. I haven't even sung for an hour. Usually I go for two….

Haruka Nanami: I can tell when I listen to you sing.

If you keep pushing yourself too much, you'll break your body and won't be able to sing anymore.

Syo Kurusu: I won't break…. That won't ever happen.

Haruka Nanami: I know that you try very hard, Syo-kun. You try harder than anybody else, but….

SELECT THE PHRASE!

1) ひとりで頑張らないで。Don't try doing this alone. (+20 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Once you get up on stage, you're on your own. I can't do anything to help you.

But now…. At least for now, I have the means to help you….

Syo Kurusu: Thank you. If something happens, I'll tell you. I'll be in your hands.

2) 無理はしないで。Don't strain yourself. (+10 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: This is my body. I know myself the best. I haven't gone too far yet.

You're by my side, so I can do my best. It'll be okay, so smile for me. Don't make that face.

3) 自分を大切にして。Take care of yourself. (+0 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: I'm taking care of myself….

Haruka Nanami: Then please realize when you're not in good shape.

You must take breaks. If you collapse again….

Syo Kurusu: I won't collapse! I won't collapse ever again!

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun….

Several days pass by.

Syo-kun has been coming to practice everyday, but he has been looking pale and tired.

I want him to tell me if he has any worries. I want to do my best for him….

But no matter how many times I ask him, he keeps telling me that he's okay….

Then, one day….

I wake up earlier than usual and head to the academy without much thought.

Drip, drip.

The drizzle that had started when I left the dorm has suddenly becomes a downpour.

The large raindrops beat down on me.

Haruka Nanami: Aaah…. I have to get to the classroom as soon as I can….

I run forward and notice….

Syo Kurusu: Huff, huff, huff, huff….

Syo-kun is running towards me.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun…. Why…?

Syo-kun is running in the courtyard without an umbrella and dressed in a jersey….

Haruka Nanami: S-Syo-kun…. Why are you….

Syo Kurusu: Nothing much… Just running….

He brushes off my concerns, but his breathing is ragged and his face is red as if he has a fever.

Haruka Nanami: Running? In this rain? That's too much!

Syo Kurusu: It doesn't matter if it's raining or not…. So just….

He staggers.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun! Just stop!

I swiftly embrace him and we both sit down on the ground.

Haruka Nanami: Have you… been doing this this entire time? All by yourself?

Syo Kurusu: I've… just been worried…. I'm not a genius like Natsuki….

The only thing I can do is keep trying…. But I can't even try this hard if I'm in poor health… with this defective heart….

Ugh… ahh… haa, haa, haa, haa….

His breaths are shallow and rapid, his heart is beating rapidly, and his cheeks are burning red.

Syo Kurusu: … Why am I like this…. All I did was run a little….

Why…. A normal person wouldn't find this hard at all…. DAMN IT!

Syo-kun slams his fist on the ground in frustration.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun, let's go back to the dorm….

Syo Kurusu: … No. I don't… want to lose anymore.

Haruka Nanami: … What do you mean by "lose"? What do you want to win?

Syo Kurusu: … I'm scared…. Every time I run and start hurting, I'm just given a painful reminder that I'm not normal….

There have been times I thought… how jealous I am of normal people…. Why am I the only one like this? But I know…

… Thinking like that isn't going to help me at all…. I can't keep going forward…. So that's why I've lived so recklessly and kept running….

I keep running and running…. I become so scared of stopping…. I feel like my very soul will break….

Haruka Nanami: … Syo-kun.

My words won't reach Syo-kun right now, but if I were to sing him a song….

I sing all my feelings I have for Syo-kun deep in my heart.

Syo Kurusu: Haruka…. That song….

Haruka Nanami: This isn't a song, these are my feelings. Did my heart reach you?

Syo Kurusu: … Yeah. It reached me right here….

Syo-kun points at his chest.

Syo Kurusu: Haruka, I'm… I really am scared of dying…. There have been many times up until now where I thought that maybe this is when I die, and I prepared myself ….

I've never been so scared of death as I do now…. Isn't it strange? I've always told myself to get stronger, and yet…. I'm so scared.

I want to live longer. I want to keep living, living with you!

Haruka Nanami: If that's so, then stop hurting yourself…. I'll accept both your fear and your strength to keep going….

I love all of you, Syo-kun. I want you to share everything with me. Am I not good enough to support you?

Syo Kurusu: Haruka…. Thank you….

Syo-kun grips onto my arm and cries silently.

Haruka Nanami: Don't hold back…. Cry. You can cry….

I'll embrace all your tears and negative feelings.

We can get through this together, so… please let it all out. I want you to share your pain.

Syo Kurusu: Haruka…. Haruka! Please… stay by my side, always!

As the rain pours down on us, Syo-kun loudly sobs into my chest.

I squeeze him tightly in my arms.

Afterwards, Syo-kun and I walk back to his dorm room as I support him.

Due to his fever, I conclude that he needs assistance and I call the school to let them know that we will both be absent.

Haruka Nanami: We have been allowed to take a break from class, so I'll take care of you all day today.

Syo Kurusu: … I'm sorry about that. Today, you were supposed to have a special one-on-one lesson with the teacher, right? You were looking forward to it….

Haruka Nanami: Yeah, but…. I explained the situation and he let me change the day, so it's fine.

Syo Kurusu: I see….

Haruka Nanami: I'll change your towel….

I squeeze a towel that has been soaking in ice water and exchange it with the lukewarm towel on Syo-kun's forehead.

Syo Kurusu: Hey…. Is it okay for me to hold your hand?

Syo-kun takes out his hand from under his blanket and glances at me.

Haruka Nanami: Of course.

I place both of my hands around his.

Syo Kurusu: Thanks. For some reason when I'm with you, I feel calmer….

I'm no Natsuki but… maybe physical contact really is important….

If he feels better just by holding hands, I wonder if hugging him will make him feel even better….

I want him to recover as soon as possible….

Haruka Nanami: … Should I sleep in your bed with you?

Syo-kun jumps up in bed in shock.

Syo Kurusu: Y-YOU IDIOT, what are you saying?! *cough cough cough*

Syo-kun coughs violently.

Haruka Nanami: S-Syo-kun! You need to lie down.

I panic and place my hand on his shoulder to push him back down, but….

Hug!

Syo-kun embraces me.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun…. Um…. If you don't go back under your blanket, you'll get cold….

Syo Kurusu: Sorry…. Stay like this a little longer…. I'll be okay, you're warm….

Haruka Nanami: … This is a little embarrassing.

Syo Kurusu: Idiot. This is way less embarrassing than sleeping together with me. Put up with it.

Haruka Nanami: O-Okay….

Syo Kurusu: … The sound of your heart comforts me….

Haruka Nanami: … I'm honored.

Syo Kurusu: Idiot…. You're an idiot sometimes, but… you really are dependable.

Haruk: Syo-kun….

Syo Kurusu: … It's okay to depend on others if you can't do it alone….

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

Syo Kurusu: When I've been fighting tooth and nail everyday to the point of collapsing, you've been always watching my back….

Haruka Nanami: That's….

Syo Kurusu: It's the lyrics to the opening song for Fighting Prince. My idol Ryuya Hyuga wrote those lines.

Seems like I had a partner who always got my back too…. I just realized way too late.

Haruka Nanami: You're not late at all! I'll be protecting you as long as I'm able!

Syo Kurusu: Idiot, you got our positions reversed. I'm the one who'll protect you. Maybe not now, but one day. I'll become a man that can protect you.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun….

Several days pass.

Syo-kun and I are invited to watch a recording of Song Station.

Syo Kurusu: Whoa! So this is a studio….

Syo-kun looks around the studio in awe, his eyes sparkling.

The room is far bigger and the ceiling much higher than what is shown on TV.

The set has been prepared with many cameras placed all over the room.

I imagined this is what this is what it would look like, but….

Seeing the real deal is so exciting!

Ryuya Hyuga: Oh, you're here.

Haruka Nanami: We have humbly received the invitation you have so graciously bestowed upon us.

Ryuya Hyuga: No need to be so formal about it. I'll be singing for the first time in a while, so relax and take a look around.

Syo Kurusu: HUH?! I thought you weren't going to sing live anymore….

Ryuya Hyuga: Normally, yeah. I turn down going to lives.

Syo Kurusu: Then why?

Ryuya Hyuga: Today's special…. It's the second anniversary of his death.

This is something like… a memorial for him.

I just want to sing a song for him but… this is probably the last time I'll sing one of his songs.

Syo Kurusu: …

Ryuya Hyuga: So this is most likely the last chance you can hear Ryuya Hyuga sing live.

You've wanted to hear me sing, right? Take a good look at how I live, kid!

Hyuga-sensei pats Syo-kun on the head, lifts his hand lightly, turns around and walks towards the set.

Syo Kurusu: … He remembered me….

"Take a good look at how I live, kid!"

He said the same line to me when I first met him!

… I can't believe it…. Why didn't you tell me that you remembered me? Idiot!

Scrunching his face in joy, Syo-kun looks like he's about to burst into tears at any moment.

It's Hyuga-sensei's turn now.

Hyuga-sensei's song is so cool. He’s really an admirable adult.

Syo-kun's eyes stay glued on Hyuga-sensei the entire time he's singing, without a pause to blink.

Syo Kurusu: Hey, Haruka…. I'm sure that I want to become like him after all.

Haruka Nanami: Mm-hm.

Syo Kurusu: I refuse to be half-assed.

I want to be an idol that's so amazing that I can dye the entire space in my own color, just like him.

I can't stay the way I am if I want to achieve that.

Haruka Nanami: I see.

Syo Kurusu: If we win the graduation audition, I'll go to the States and undergo surgery.

SELECT THE PHRASE!

1) 応援するっ！I support you! (+0 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I won't stop you if that's what you decided! Let's do our best for the audition!

Syo Kurusu: Yeah!

2) うん。I see. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Our first obstacle is the graduation audition. If we don't win, there won't be any point. You'll fight with me, right?

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

3) 絶対治るよ。You'll definitely recover! (+15 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: We'll win the graduation audition, you'll cure yourself, then finally… we’ll debut together.

I grip Syo-kun's hand.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah.

Syo-kun grips my hand back.

We begin practicing for the graduation audition.

MINI GAME

Ryuya Hyuga: It's almost time for the graduation audition…. How's your song going? There aren't many more chances for me to give you advice anymore, though.

Because there's only a few chances left, I'll help you out with your song to the best of my ability. Let me hear your song.

Your song has been nearing completion slowly but surely. I'm sure performing it has become more difficult, but be sure to treat every music note with care.

Okay, let's begin. Music, start!

S RANK

Syo Kurusu: No matter how painful or tough things may get, I want to do my best with you. I refuse to do this without you. Will you follow me?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I'll go anywhere with you.

Chapter End

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