#feel free to choose whoever you wanna reply as I tried to leave it kinda open for ya to choose!

[aerospectrum]

starter for @ofmulti-fandoms

Jamie paced the office space down in the main living room just off to the side of the kitchen; trying to figure out a way to tell them this life— this work, was pointless. He’d been shoved back into the bunkhouse for a month now and nothing was different, nothing was better- nothing had changed. So much for that valiant lecture about cowardice up on that hill. Mud caked to the knees of his jeans and he threaded the rim of the baseball cap between his fingers in quiet thought as he heard their footsteps approaching.

Blue eyes looked up to meet the other and then quickly glanced away. “I don’t see what the point of me stepping down from law and— protecting this family does. You all have made shittier mistakes than I have, why’s mine any different. Why am I relegated back to the bunkhouse for mine?”

[utopianvoices]

dating au | s.mingi

⤗ check my masterlist for other members!

how he acts around you

this tol fluffy babie

will want to spend most of his time with you

expect him to be latched onto you 24/7

WILL gush about you every single time he gets the chance to

till one day jongho got so sick of it

he just taped mingi’s mouth and seonghwa had to come rescue him

although everyone secretly thanked jongho

if you’re not physically there, he’ll resort to texting you 

is always on his phone whenever he gets the free time

and is always texting you

at this point, the members look at him on his phone, and just

“can you ask y/n what time they’re coming.”

“why me?”

“aren’t you already texting them...”

doesn’t and can’t retort because he WAS texting you

but the only problem is that

it wasn’t getting through into your cute dumb head that he /likes/ you

and that you’re not just his best friend or smth

which ngl obviously saddened you 

but because we’re cool kids

we pretend that we aren’t phased by this lack of progression

╥﹏╥

on top of the acting, you even go out of your way to reaffirm your best friendship :D 

reader pliz

“hey so you know how we’re friends, and that you know everything about me and stuff like that?”

“yea?”

and you’re just like : O

is this what you think it is

but of course, life isn’t fair

“so uh, i was wondering if you wanna take it to the next level?”

“so like.... best friends? (＾ω＾)”

safe to say mingi almost murdered himself right there and then

how he confesses

kinda gets sick of beating around the bush every time

also the fact that you weren’t the smartest crayon wasn’t helping

so one day when you pull your best friend card 

he just goes

“look here, i like you.”

and you’re just like ?? 

but your heart’s also going crazy

so you kinda just stare at him

“i-i like you too?? i mean, haha we’re friends haha we have to like each other haha.”

and honestly at that point he’s considering dropping your ass and just living alone for the rest of his life

but no we can’t have that

we need plot development

so

he just kinda grabs you?

and may or may not bend down to be face to face with you

mingi sweetie no

and stares you in the eye

“i like you, dumbass. stop calling me your best friend. i don’t want to be your best friend. that loser yunho can be your best friend.”

and you just blink at him, not knowing what to say or where this was going

“i wanna be your boyfriend.”

*cue shocked pikachu meme*

: O

“quick, say something. i’m losing my mind here.”

maybe it’s the desperation in his voice

but you manage to pick yourself up and clear your throat

face heated up at that point

and you whisper a hoarse “i like you too.”

it was soft, but he heard it

which was more than enough to make this little songfish baby happy

(•ө•)♡

instead of scooping you into a hug he just kinda

bends down

and buries his head into your chest

he’s just your babie after alll :’)

first date

already knew what he wanted to do for quite some time

not that he planned it or anything

but just kind of always wanted to do it with you

so he calls you and tells you to come over to the dorm

blindfolds you to bring you to the place and you’re like

“well even if i get murdered it’d be an honour that it was mingi who did it.”

KIDDING

yes anyway

when he takes off your blindfold, you are standing in front of an ice rink

boy brought you for ice skating!!

which goes one of both ways

you already know how to ice skate, leaving mingi in the dust with his mediocre skills

or

you completely suck at it, and mingi can use his mediocre-but-seems-amazing skills to teach you

obviously he was hoping it was the second situation

and lo and behold

the gods must have been on his side

because you were terrible at it

or even if you were good, just pretend for this poor boy

so he starts getting cocky and goes

“don’t worry baby, i’ll teach you”

tbh you would’ve punched him in the guts for that egoistic comment

but you were too busy dying over the fact that he called you baby with his deep ass voice

and let’s be real, he’s kinda dying inside the moment the word leaves his mouth too

“o-okay”

first kiss

if you think you’re gonna kiss on the first date

boy i hate to tell you this

but

you’re right

he leads you onto the rink and holds onto your waist at all times

you know

just to make sure you don’t fall

totally not because he just wanted to hold you

but that also means that if he loses his balance, you’re definitely going down with him

and fall he does

after all, his skills were only mediocre 

tries to fall in such a way that you don’t land butt first

but you bore the full brunt by landing on your ass

and he just falls on top of you

mutters a thousand apologies until he realises how close your faces were

and the compromising position you were in

starts turning red and tries to stutter out a sentence 

but you kinda just get so overcome by feelings???

that you just??? grab his face??

and give him a gentle peck

best way to shut him up

when you separate, he just stares in shock for a while

before you see a smirk spread on his face

“knew you couldn’t resist me.”

rolling you eyes, you’re about to retort when he cuts you off by pulling you into another kiss

and you would’ve continued kissing

if it wasn’t for the ice seeping through your shirt and freezing your back and butt

immediately scrambles up and pulls you up too, both of you laughing at the situation

first fight

probably either starts because of his straightforwardness 

or his playfulness 

either one

you were dressing up to go out with your friends

and you had tried on every outfit you had in the closet

but nothing satisfied you, and it did nothing to help the small insecurity you had within yourself

that maybe, you didn’t deserve to be with someone as perfect as mingi

but you swallow the negativity and finally try on an outfit that you don’t mind wearing

you walk out into the living room where mingi is playing games on his phone

“how does this look?”

and it really could be because he was too immersed in his game and didn’t think before speaking

but he just goes

“babe pls, that’s just NOT it.”

and at that point you just kinda burst at his reply

especially with all the uncertainties you were harbouring within yourself lately

“i’m sorry i’m not as perfect as you, but you don’t have to be so rude about it.”

storming back into your room and falling onto your bed, letting the tears seep into your pillow

you reach for your phone and type out a text through your tears, letting one of your friend know that you were not feeling well and would have to pass your meeting

before throwing it to the side and letting the pillow soak up all the shit you had been building up

you hear the door to your room creak open, faint footsteps getting louder as the person walked closer to you

the bed dips slightly and you still don’t lift your face off the pillow, not wanting to face whoever it was 

“baby... are you okay? i’m so sorry for saying that, i definitely didn’t mean it in a terrible way. i guess i just wasn’t paying attention to the words i was using because of the game.”

you finally lift your head, turning to see your boyfriend looking at you with sad eyes, and it does nothing to make you feel better

you made him sad just because you couldn’t control your emotions

“i’m sorry for being such a terrible s/o.”

“y/n, listen. you’re nothing but amazing and i’m the luckiest to have you. i’m nowhere near perfect, but with you, it’s like i can be the best version of myself. it’s all because of you. you’re way more perfect than me in every way, no matter what anyone says.”

and you burst out into tears again, but this time your boyfriend’s there to hug all the uncertainties out of you

favourite things to do together

oooo whatever y’all do together is your favourite thing tbh

going shopping? what a beautiful broke life

baking? the kitchen’s on fire but that’s not a problem

lazing around? the perfect life

but if you really had to choose it would be going to the sauna together

just because mingi LOVED going there

and he doesn’t mind going alone

but it’s just so much better when going with someone

and yunho was getting sick of following mingi

so this is where you came in

you both spend hours in the sauna, talking and laughing boisterously 

and tbh the other people in the sauna hate y’all

but you both don’t care

bcs you’re just so in love with no other cares in the world

uwu

general affection

clingy baby

but not so clingy to the point where you can’t ever shake him off

he has his clingy moments

when he wakes up

when you’re cooking

watching tv shows

always loves to keep his hands either around your shoulders or on your thighs

or if he’s feeling extra down that day, will just lay his head in your lap or on your chest

probably falls asleep that way

loves being the small spoon

which is funny because he’s so tall, but somehow curls up in such a way that he can be enveloped by you

babie most of the time but on days when he’s extra Active

kinda gets bold???

instead of kissing your cheeks and forehead

he’s suddenly attacking your neck and ears

also loves to hold both your hands in one of his hand 

basically loves to flaunt his size

sometimes doesn’t understand the appropriateness of the situation

doesn’t care if the members are around

kinda just pulls you in for a kiss if he’s feeling it

and doesn’t stop until someone has to throw a shoe at him as a last resort

overall, he basically has two moods: babie and not so babie

[starryviolentine]

Camp Paya (A Pre-Apocalypse Story): Chapter 3/?

Part three of the “Pre-Apocalypse Adventures” Series

Chapter 1 (here)     Chapter 2 (here)

Strangely enough, Violet, who insisted that she was feeling sick and had been rushed to the infirmary by Therissa and tagalong Brody, makes a miraculous recovery right after Sam drops by to let them know that the tour has ended and they have a bit of free time before having to meet at The Pit. It’s too coincidental, but because Violet keeps dismissing their concerns, insisting that she’s okay and that there’s nothing else wrong, Brody and Therissa drop it, deciding that it’s not worth the fight. Besides, Violet really does seem to be feeling fine again—the color has returned to her face and she leaps energetically off the cot, grabbing her roommates by the arms and pulling them towards the door. 

At the meeting, all of the campers and cabin leaders are given a seven-day time schedule with blank boxes for each time slot that they’re free to choose their own activities. Ms. Pam gives them their first assignment. They’re to spend the next hour thinking about which activities they want to try and plan out their schedule for the first week of camp, starting with their very first activity slot happening later that afternoon. 

Brody, who has always taken her work seriously and is ready to get right to work, unzips the fanny pack around her waist, pulls out two pencils—one blue and one purple—and hands the latter to Violet. “So, what are we gonna do this week?”

Reluctantly taking the pencil, Violet slides off the log bench onto the ground, stretching out her legs and leaning her back against the wood. “Do we have to do this now? Can’t we, like, take a break or get a snack, or something?”

“We have our first activity this afternoon,” Brody reminds her. “I was thinking, maybe we could learn how to make those friendship bracelets. Remember? The really pretty ones they showed us in the art studio?” 

Violet scrunches up her nose. “Really? There are a billion cool things to do here, but you wanna sit in a room and do arts and crafts?”

That hurts Brody’s feelings a little, but she tries not to show it. “Well, okay, what do you wanna do first?”

“The rock climbing wall looked pretty cool.”

“But… didn’t you think it seemed kinda scary? It’s so high up,” says Brody, wearing her fears on her sleeve. “What if you fall?”

“They tie you to a rope, Brody. You’re not gonna fall.”

This isn’t going quite like Brody had imagined. “I just, I thought that we could start off with something simple and relaxing, you know? Since it’s the first day and all. Like, arts and crafts, and then tomorrow we could—”

“Simple and relaxing? More like lame and boring.”

Before Violet can stop herself, the words slip from her lips. She didn’t intend to sound so mean, but she’s getting a little annoyed at the thought of being stuck indoors making jewelry instead of literally any of the other, way more exciting activities. 

Unfortunately, the damage has already been done, and Brody, balling her fists, responds in a defensive tone that’s just as sharp as her friend’s. “Art is not lame or boring, Violet!”

“Oh, sorry,” Violet says crossly, voice dripping with sarcasm and making her sound an awful lot like their older roommate when she’s in a bad mood. “I thought this was supposed to be summer camp, not bummer camp.”

Brody narrows her eyes and bites her tongue to hold back a frustrated yell. “Well, we have to agree on something, or else… or else we won’t get to do anything together this summer!”

“Yeah, well, then maybe we shouldn’t.”

Before Brody realizes what’s happening, Violet slams the pencil down on the seat of the bench and gets to her feet. Without another word, she storms away in a huff and doesn’t look back, leaving Brody to fume and froth all by herself. 

And she does, for a while. 

With burning hot in her eyes and trembling fingers, Brody furiously shoves her pencils back into her bag and folds her schedule in half, tucking it inside the cover of her diary. A walk and a change of scenery should help clear her head. In a few minutes, Brody finds herself standing on one of the docks overlooking the lake. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply, filling her belly and lungs with each breath of fresh air. As she breathes, she focuses on the heat of the sunshine on her skin until her arms and legs tingle under the warmth of the sun’s rays. 

Shedding her shoes and socks, Brody takes a seat at the edge of the dock and lets her legs dangle over the side, submerging her feet ankle-deep into the cool water below. Ever since she was a baby, Brody has loved the water. The way it soothes her and puts her heart at ease even on the worst of days is almost magical. Before long, Brody is calm enough to continue working on her schedule, and she fills each box with the activities she wants to do the most. Arts and crafts. Swimming. Hiking. Gymnastics. Horseback riding. Just because she might be flying solo doesn’t mean she can't have fun.  

Violet isn’t her only friend, after all.

Brody finishes her schedule right on time, then stops to double check that her handwriting is neat and perfectly centered in each of the boxes, erasing and rewriting where needed. After careful consideration, Brody has decided to start in the art studio after all. She hasn’t figured out what, exactly, she wants to do yet, so she starts off by wandering around to see what there is to see. The first room she peeks inside turns out to be the jewelry station, and all the supplies to make those colorful, woven bracelets that Brody admires so much are spread out across a table in the corner of the room. As much as she wants to make one, however, in her eyes, this is something that best friends have to do together. There’s only one person she wants to exchange friendship bracelets with, and even though she happens to be upset with said person at the moment… and even though said person might never agree to make one with her at all, Brody’s not going to do it without her. 

During her search for something else to do, Brody finds herself in the doorway of a spacious room with a row of paint-splatted easels along one wall and matching paint-splattered tables in the center of the floor. Stretched out on one of these tables is a long, blank piece of banner paper, and the way the edges are curling inward is a telltale sign that it has most likely been cut from a giant roll. The paint studio is empty except for one other girl, who is so absorbed in whatever she’s doodling in her sketchbook that she doesn’t notice Brody come in. Curiosity getting the better of her, Brody creeps toward the girl, inching ever so slowly her way, until she’s close enough to peer over her shoulder at her drawing.

Finally feeling someone’s presence, the redhead’s hand stops, pencil hovering about an inch above the page. She holds her breath, already expecting whoever’s standing behind her to comment on her art, maybe ask what it is or what it’s for, and then, without fail, ask for a self portrait. The life of an artist sure can be troublesome sometimes!

“Wow, that’s so pretty! You’re really good.”

“Thanks,” the girl replies softly. And then she waits for it. The inevitable “Can you draw me?”

But it doesn’t come. Instead, the auburn-haired girl takes a seat in the chair next to her and gives her a warm smile. “I’m Brody. What’s your name?”  

“Sophie.”

Brody’s smile lingers even after their exchange comes to an end, although it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. After a moment, it fades and a tiny flicker of sadness appears on her face. “Is it okay if I sit with you?”

“Sure,” says Sophie, shrugging. “The paint stuff is in the cupboard by the sink if you need it. They said we could help ourselves as long as we don’t make a mess. And the paper’s in those drawers.”

For the third summer in a row, Sophie has been entrusted with the important task of designing the banner for the Camp Paya Talent Showcase. She really enjoys working with the drama department and getting to witness everything that happens behind the scenes. But most of all, she loves getting to see one of her original creations hanging right above the stage for everyone to see. It’s her own way to shine without having to step into the spotlight. Unlike her sister, who sings in the show every year and usually gets the most enthusiastic round of applause out of all the performers, Sophie prefers to display her artistic prowess in subtler ways—just enough for people to appreciate and admire what she does without being the center of attention. 

After several more minutes of erasing and adjusting her sketch, Sophie lays her personal set of colored pencils out in front of her and picks out a few different shades of purple, red, orange and pink, already having a color scheme in mind. Ever since Ms. Pam mentioned that this year’s talent show was going to be in the evening instead of after lunch like it had been in the past, Sophie’s been unable to get the image of the gorgeous sunset she saw a few days ago out of her head. Her godparents had taken her and her sister out for a birthday weekend treat. They went to the mall to see a movie and even got to play around in the movie theater arcade afterwards. They ended the day with dinner at their favorite restaurant, and, as they walked through the parking lot back to the car, the sun was setting and the sky was the most incredible palette of colors Sophie has ever seen.

While her sister has been recreating the opening scene to the movie they watched every morning since then, dancing and lip-syncing to the catchy song playing in her head while getting dressed, Sophie’s been thinking about the colors of the sky. And it’s the greatest feeling to know that she’s going to get to paint with them very, very soon. 

Just as soon as she copies her sketch onto the banner, of course.   

“Hey, do you think this looks okay?” Sophie stands and turns to her left, wanting to show her sketchbook to Brody and get her approval, but she stops when she realizes that the other girl is just sitting there, resting her head in her arms on the table and looking really upset. “Oh, um…”

“It’s beautiful,” Brody says, complimenting Sophie’s drawing nonetheless. “You know what it makes me think of? Sitting in the sand on a tropical island… and looking out at the line where the ocean touches the sky… and it’s that time of day when the sun’s going down and everything’s just glowing in the low light. Sunset halfway underwater… Silhouettes of palm trees against the clouds...” Even though she sounds a little sad, there’s a soft, dreamy half-smile on Brody’s face as she runs her fingertips across the colors. “I imagine the sky would look just like that.”

As Sophie listens, the girl’s voice turns into the bubbling of salty waves rolling onto the sand and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The young artist’s face starts to feel warm, as though she was actually there on that island, basking under the setting sun on that beach in Brody’s imagination. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too.”

“Are you gonna make a big version of it on that?” Brody points at the large, white sheet of paper on the table. Sophie nods, and Brody’s smile grows wider. “Oh, it’s gonna look so nice!”

“Do you wanna help me?”

Eyes widening, Brody shakes her head fervently. “Oh, I couldn’t! I’m not that good. Not like you. What if… what if I mess up and ruin it?”

Sophie grabs her pencil and sketchbook and moves around the table to the opposite side. “Don’t worry, it’s not like I’d make you do anything hard. Just easy stuff. That’s why you’re here, right? ‘Cause you wanna make art?”

“Yeah, but I’m not really an artist...”

“Anyone who makes art is an artist,” says Sophie, smiling reassuringly. “I’m gonna outline the letters first, but then you can help color them in.”

The other girl is still worried. “Are you sure?”

“It’ll be fine. I promise,” Sophie insists. “Can you hold a brush?”

Brody slowly nods her head.

“And can you do this?” Pretending that she’s holding a paintbrush, Sophie sweeps her hand back and forth in simple but exaggerated brush strokes. The redhead tries her best to keep a straight face but ends up dissolving into giggles. 

“Well… yeah, I suppose.”

“Perfect! You’re hired!” Sophie holds out her hand for Brody to shake. “Just think of it like a giant coloring book. All you need to do is try to stay inside the lines.”

Maybe it’s because she really loves coloring books, or maybe it’s because there’s just something so kind and sincere about Sophie that makes Brody feel right at home, but that’s all the convincing she needs. After everything that happened today, Brody doesn’t know if she’s going to get a chance to make friendship bracelets with Violet, or if she’s even going to spend any time with her best friend while at camp. But she does know one thing, at least. She very well might be the luckiest girl in the world to have already found a new friend.

[deji-ato]

My Reactions and Thoughts to the Starry Line Special Live (from what i could remember)

(Long post ahead!)

Voice Drama 1:

“Ahhhhhh Banri!!! He’s back from the hospital!!”

“he’s a TEnSAi after all”

“oh????!!! a minilive?? thats so cute wtf”

Stage Performance (part 1):

“OH!!! they’re wearing their crossing live outfits!!”

“It’s the opening the opening the opening—“

“Aight Steady goes!!”

*insert surprised scream here* “AAAA THE NARUTO OPENING, WHICH MEANS THERES GONNA BE COVERSS”

“Right here, right now! BanG!”

Masa: On bass, *camera pans to Mae playing*

Me: MELISSAAAAAAA

“Oh lord here comes the long high note—“

“He held that note for FIFTEEN SECONDS, AND CONTINUED ON. HOW???”

“Oh!!! Bleach opening!! (Ngl I forgot they covered that song, which is sad cuz I didn’t remember DEEP VOICE MORISHII)”

Guitar riffs of Ryuuseiu is played vaguely, cue me scratching my head wondering what song it is (and thanks to Argocord for somehow recognizing it which promptly led to me losing my shit and feeling emotional the whole song)

“RYUUSEIUUUU”

“The ending!!! Of the anime!!!”

“KIMI TO, NANTO”

Voice Drama 2:

“NAYUTA?????”

“Oh no Ren skcbabajbc, he sounded like he choked on something”

“YOOOOO NAYUTA COMING IN TO COVER REN”

Stage Performance (part 2):

“OHHH OGAJINN!!!”

Ogajin walks up to the stage looking uninterested af

“He’s so in character HAHAHAHA”

“OHHH READY STEADY??? READY STEADY!!!”

“WHY are the holes in the pants of his knees so big???”

“Man he’s just straight up vibing to the music, and honestly? Same tbh”

Stage shows both Masa and Ogajin, separated by A GLASS WALL RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE

I literally lost my shit when I saw that

Which led me to think “Oh Starting Over???”

Cue Masa singing loudly into the mic like it’s nobody’s business with “SAA IKOUZE”

“STAND UP! HASHIRE! Nande demo starting over!!” (I still love how Ogajin sings this part)

“Only you can do it! Do it! Go for it sa do it! Do it now!

Throughout the performance I kept thinking bout how good Ogajin sings in his live performances??? Like holy shit he sounds so much like the studio version that it’s scary

Ogajin: Karma.

Me: OHHH!!!!! YOOOOO WHAT???!!!! THE KARMA???? THE SAME ONE FROM GARUPA????

Also I just wanna mention that whoever did the lighting deserves a raise, like damn it’s rlly good

Aaaaaa I honestly rlly love how much Masa and Ogajin’s voices mix so well together!!

THEYRE REACHING OUT TO EACH OTHER, but the glass wall is separating them lmao (undoubtedly one of the highlights of the live tbh)

But yeah the image above might also be playing into the hand symbolism Ren and Nayuta has goin on?? They’ve been showing this A LOT in their MVs

Ogajin: *makes brief eye contact with Masa before walking off the stage immediately after the song ends*

Masa: *acting as Ren, looking towards Ogajin walking off* ...Nayuta-kun??

Me: Wow he rlly just left the stage like that skfnekwkgnn

Voice Drama 3:

“Nayuta rlly walked off the whole restaurant, what a mood”

Ren shows his gratitude to Nayuta by thanking him, Nayuta kinda just responds with “it’s nothin much” or like he’s brushing it off

Idk I’m just rlly happy that we see more of them interacting after the anime ended

Also there was some Wataren crumbs?? Like barely

ok so idk where exactly this happens during the live but

Ren says some stuff like “Welcome home, Banri!”

And Banri replies with “I’m back!” like “Tadaima!”

And i honestly just broke down then and there, like i WEEPED when he said that AAAAAAA ILY SM BANRIII 💖💖💖

Stage Performance (part 3):

“AGAINNNN AHHHHHH”

“OH the cameraman is tryin to show the performance like the anime thru Banri’s POV??? I love that omg” (give this guy a raise too tbh)

Cameras kept switching back and forth between the guy on stage and the ones around the stage (ofc it looked a bit funny since everyone was basically facing the cameraman like he was Banri lol)

The whole band sang the “yeah yeah yeah, whoa yeah yeah yeah” part of Goal Line to start it off (they wanted us the audience to sing along as well which was vry cute)

Cameras tried to follow the same angles as the anime (the one where they perform at DesFes) which I found rlly cool

“AHAAAA STARRY LINE, OF COURSE, this whole live was named after this song after all”

And then I basically vibed to the rest of the song cuz it’s such a special song

“Oh they’re leaving, come back! Skfngng”

The lights were off at the stage for like 5-10 minutes?? AND THEN THEY CAME BACK WEARING THE STARRY LINE MERCH (including Ogajin ofc since this was now the encore)

Encore:

they asked the audience to choose a song for them to play, and turns out Starting Over was the most popular one! (ngl i wanted Pray but i understand that ppl wanted to hear more of Ogajin)

So then they played Starting Over, except that it was VERY OOC (but still fun nonetheless!)

“OHHH WAIT WAIT WAIT”

“ARE BOTH OGAJIN AND HYUUSUKE SINGING THEIR PARTS OF THE SONG TOGETHER????? HOLY SHIT-”

and if u thought that Ogajin was vibing before, then think again cuz this man was straight up jamming out on stage whilst still keepin the nayuta voice

After that, Ogajin left the stage, and Mae tried to keep him from leaving lol

“oh there he goes”

“VOICE???? VOICEEEEEE”

“KANSEI WO, AGERO”

OH OMG they all sang it in acapella form at first, then slowly led into the song with the instruments, I remember freakin out over this tbh

“ARE YOU DREAMING? YES! WE ARE THE ONE! BANG!”

OH they also tried to do the same camera angles like the anime?? that was cool

“OH NOO WAIT WHAT HAPPENED TO MAE’S MIC?? IT GOT CUT OFF OH NO”

you couldn’t hear Wataru’s line so it was just instrumentals until Ren’s part came along

“OH thank goodness they fixed Mae’s mic, whew”

“CALLING, CALL DREAMING WORLD! CALLING, CALL YOUUUU”

...and then they went offstage!

i could prob ramble more about the backstage session, but i wasn’t there in the first half of the free session haha

and from what i’ve seen of someone’s live tweeting of the paid one, it seems that it was pretty emotional! (since it was directed towards Masa’s birthday, and they ended up tearing up?? awww)

[imagining-spn]

Nobody Else

Characters: Dean / Reader

Requested by anonymous:  Can you do one where the reader is hunting with Sam and Dean and they go to the hospital to check the bodies and the doctor and (y/n) tease and flirt with eachother causing Dean to get jealous?

Warnings: Some swearing

Word Count: 1,761

A/N: *whispers* It’s been almost a year... I am SO sorry for being so absent from this blog, I took a break from Supernatural but I recently got back into it so I’m hoping this blog will pick up some momentum again! Feel free to start sending in requests again and I’ll do my best to start posting more frequently :)

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You and the boys were in Alexandria, Virginia. Sam found something that none of you were sure was an actual case, but you were all itching for something to investigate, anyways. Three people’s throats were slit, and their fingers were cut off and found in their stomachs. It sounded pretty odd, even for the three of you, but by this point, you’d volunteer to drive halfway around the world for even less to go off of than this. 

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. The bodies of the three victims were being held in the morgue in the hospital’s basement for the time being, and you wanted to see for yourself what you were dealing with. 

“I’ll scan the bodies for any signs of EMF, you two keep the doctor distracted after he explains what happened,” Dean whispered to you and Sam as you all walked down a narrow hallway, following the assistant who was taking you to the morgue. 

“Sounds good,” you nodded, and that was the end of that conversation. 

Once you’d arrived at the morgue, you made your way over to the doctor. He was holding a clipboard in his left hand and frowning a bit at it, but when he heard the three of you walk in, he looked up and smiled. 

“Ah, agents! What can I do for you today?” he asked, and you had to keep your heart from bursting out of his chest. The doctor was fairly young, and he had one of the most boyishly-attractive faces you’d seen in a while. He didn’t look like a baby or anything, he just had this certain hairstyle and a certain gleam in his eye that made him look...young. And you liked it. 

“I’m Agent Mulligan, these are Agents Perry and Dorsey. Can you just explain to us what happened here? Any ideas as to who did this or how it happened?” Sam questioned. 

“Of course,” the doctor nodded. You were standing just far enough away to make out the name “Dr. Griffin” on his name tag. “The victim’s fingers were cut off after they had already died, so that wasn’t used as a torture method or anything like that. Whoever did this used a pretty jagged blade according to the laceration on their necks and by their knuckles where their fingers were cut off.”

“And do you have any idea why someone would do something like this? Are there any suspects?” you wondered, noticing that Dean had begun to scan the bodies for EMF. You were already starting to think of questions to keep Dr. Griffin occupied so that he didn’t see what Dean was doing. 

He shook his head, looking genuinely remorseful. “Sorry, sweetcheeks, I’ve got no clue.” He didn’t seem to notice your shocked face at his word choice as he continued, “We’re leaving the investigating to the police and, well, you guys.”

You glanced over at Dean and saw that he had finished with two of the bodies but still had one to go. Realizing you needed to buy more time, you decided to roll with the doctor’s flirting. Besides, he was attractive and you were single. What could the harm be?

“Well, how did the fingers get in their stomachs? Did someone just...shove them in there?” you asked, cringing at your word choice. Sam smirked, seemingly catching on to what you were doing, and crossed his arms in amusement. Dean, on the other hand, opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but at the last minute closed it, choosing instead to grumble to himself. 

“Pretty much,” Dr. Griffin answered. “The victims probably would have choked if they were still alive when it happened; not many people can handle anything that big going down their throats.” With that, he gave a small wink, and it took all of your self control to keep from giggling. 

“Ah, I see,” you nodded, pretending to be in deep thought for a moment before adding, “I wonder how much I could take before choking.”

Sam coughed to keep himself from laughing at Dr. Griffin’s suddenly intense stare at you. Dean wasn’t so well-composed. 

“Alright thanks for your time I think we’ve gotta be going now we’ll call if we have any questions have a good day,” he got out in a rush, sending you and Sam a glare that said, “You’d better follow me out of here or you won’t hear the end of it later.”

You left with just a nod in Dr. Griffin’s direction. Play time was over, and now you had a case to work on. You and Sam followed Dean as he stormed back to the Impala. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel and pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Hey, you good, man?” you heard Sam quietly ask Dean. You looked out the window, pretending not to hear them. 

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Dean replied, louder than necessary. You winced a bit as you saw him glowering at you from the rear view mirror, and you slid further down in your seat. What was he so upset about?

Later that day in the cheap motel room atmosphere you’d gotten used to since you began hunting with the brothers, the three of you were doing some research to see if anything supernatural was really the cause of this incident. 

“I’m starving,” Sam announced after a good half hour of silence. “Is anyone else hungry? I’ll go pick up some burgers or something.”

You looked up in shock. Sam hardly ever suggested burgers. As soon as you looked over at Dean, though, you knew that he was only doing it to try and get his brother out of whatever funk he’d been in for the past few hours. 

“I’ll just take a bacon cheeseburger,” you said after realizing that Dean wasn’t going to say anything voluntarily. “Dean? Do you want anything?”

“Just get me whatever looks good, Sammy,” he muttered, harshly turning the page in one of the books Sam had found. 

“Alright, I’ll be back,” Sam said as he grabbed his wallet and walked out the door. 

“And then there were two,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Dean didn’t even crack a grin, though, and you figured you’d have to do more than just that.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something tonight, Dean?” you asked. “Anything you want.”

“Nope,” was the only response you got from the man across the room from you. You might have been imagining it, but it seemed that with every passing minute, he was scooting farther and farther away from you. 

“Well,” you tried again, “You wanna crack open a couple beers or something? Take a break from all this research?”

“I’m not really in the mood for socializing right now, y/n, but go ahead and grab me a beer from the fridge while you’re offering.”

So. That’s how this is gonna go down. You slid your chair out loudly from under you and stomped to the fridge, purposefully making as much noise as possible to let Dean know that you were frustrated. After you’d gotten his beer, you slammed it on the table in front of him and just stood there.

Dean looked up at you after realizing that you weren’t going away, and he said, “We’ve got work to do.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you finally exploded, huffing. “What did I do to make you act like such an ass?”

“Hm, I dunno,” Dean said sarcastically as he scooted back in his chair so that he had some room and crossed his arms. “Maybe it was that gross and unnecessary flirting you and Dr. G-spot were doing earlier today.”

Dr. G-spot, you thought. That’s kinda funny. You didn’t let on to your amusement thought as you scoffed, “Oh, you’re one to talk about gross and unnecessary flirting, Mr. I-go-to-the-bar-every-night-and-hook-up-with-the-first-girl-who-looks-at-me.”

“Don’t you turn this around on me,” Dean warned. “This is about you.”

“No, I think this is about you, actually. You’re the one who had such a big problem with me making a couple jokes,” you shot back. “This is something you have to figure out, not me.”

He didn’t say anything after that. He looked over at the book sitting forgotten on the table, but you knew he wasn’t actually reading any of it. You started to feel a bit guilty, wondering if you’d said something that hurt his feelings on accident. Before you could apologize, though, he said, “Don’t flirt with anyone else.” His voice had calmed down from before, and you could sense a feeling of... - what was that, jealousy? - in his voice. 

“Why not?” you asked, wondering if you were right about your suspicions as to how he was feeling. The possibility of him being jealous over you flirting with another guy made your heart beat a bit faster, and it annoyed you to no end because you didn’t know why. 

“Just don’t, y/n,” was your only reply, and it sounded like he was daring you to argue with him on this. You decided you’d had enough conflict for one day and just nodded. So that was the end of that conversation...

...Until later that night after Sam had gone to bed. It was your turn to sleep on the couch, and you couldn’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep. You were laying on your back wide awake, thinking about everything that had happened that day. Your mind wandered from what you could be dealing with on the case to how good your burger was to your earlier conversation with Dean.  You had one question about what he’d said. 

You knew Dean was still awake; you’d memorized what both of the boys’ breathing sounded like when they were sleeping. That sounds creepy, but it’s surprisingly easy to do after spending so many nights in the same motel room as them. Dean’s breathing wasn’t deep enough for him to be asleep yet. 

“What if it’s with you?” you said quietly into the darkness, looking in Dean’s direction even though you knew you wouldn’t be able to see him. 

“What?” he asked, and from his voice you could tell that his face was contorted in confusion. 

You paused for a second before saying, “What if I flirt with you?” 

You were referencing your conversation with Dean when he told you not to flirt with anyone else. He seemed to catch on to this, because with a smirk in his voice, he replied, “Well, now that wouldn’t be so bad.”

A/N: I started doing something new with including the word count and the interactive reader insert, so hopefully they add something to this! Again, sorry for being absent for so long. I promise to make it up to you!

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