#i wouldn't even be surprised if she's going to that concert i wanted to attend bc it's one of her favorite artists as well

[cheekblush]

not having any friends is truly heartbreaking

[cityofmeliora]

kinda late but here is the Terzo childhood headcanons AKA new yorker Terzo post. for @plaquerat <3

ok so. i don't really have a solid interpretation of the lore, and my headcanons aren't very detailed. i'm open to floating a lot of different ideas. here are some that i like:

i've liked the idea that Terzo was primarily raised by his mother ever since i first saw the interview where TF (as nameless ghoul) suggests Terzo may be nicer than Secondo because "he seems to have, i dont know, a kinder mother?" and then i found the official instagram post mentioning Terzo's mother attending his concert in New York, and i was like 'oh! maybe she lives there. maybe Terzo used to live there with her.' it got me thinking...

Terzo was born in california and then moved to new york with his mom after she and Nihil split.

seeing the skyscrapers in new york for the first time was a really formative experience for him. that sense of awe he felt eventually inspired his interest in art deco and futurist art. new york became the base for his imaginary city of Meliora. (this is partly inspired by my own experience as a native californian because we don't really have tall buildings in california and i FREAKED OUT when i visited new york and chicago and saw REAL tall buildings.)

Terzo's mother was an artist and he spent a lot of time in the studio with her and her artist friends. their apartment walls were covered with Terzo's own art.

art and music and culture have always been at the center of Terzo's life. he and his mom would always be listening to music or viewing art galleries or watching movies together. i think Terzo's dynamic with his mother was very much like this anecdote from Carly Rae Jepsen:

My mom and I would sit and meticulously go through Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell lyrics together. Even from a young age I remember her being like, “I’m playing this Leonard Cohen song called ‘Famous Blue Raincoat,’ and when it’s done I want you to tell me what’s going on in it.” She would give me like a fake glass of wine when I was 8, and I would listen and be like, “I think there was an affair.” Pitchfork - Carly Rae Jepsen on the Music That Made Her (2019)

Terzo turned out to be a gifted child. super smart and naturally talented at a lot of things, but he particularly loved to build with lego / blocks and play piano.

Terzo had a great relationship with his mom. she always supported him and encouraged him to pursue his interests and to do his best.

Terzo missed his dad though. his parents had been together long enough for Terzo to remember him. he was just a kid. he didn't know any better.

when Ghost debuted and Nihil became an internationally famous one-hit wonder, Terzo developed this idealized image of Nihil as a cool rock star cultural icon in his head. idolized him a bit.

after this, Terzo decided he wanted to get serious about becoming an entertainer / musician. started doing piano recitals and competitions. youth theater. film club. all the things.

if anyone asked Terzo why he wanted to become an entertainer, he'd tell them it's because it's what he's good at. and he's always wanted to be famous. which was true, but...

what he wouldn't tell them is that a part of him was trying to emulate [his idea of] his dad and secretly hoping that if he shared that interest / became famous his dad would want come back into his life.

he knew his mom was always there supporting him, but every time he went onstage he would look out into the audience hoping his dad might be there to surprise him. (he never was.)

Nihil was the first of many many disappointments in Terzo's life.

oops! i made it sad.

anyway here's a doodle of kid Terzo getting a postcard from his dad... he didn't hear from his dad again for a very. very long time after that.

there are a lot of details i haven't square hammered out, but it's okay because these headcanons are mostly for me to like, frame Terzo's character development over time. might post more later :)

[ihatedtoadmit]

The Windows To My Soul [1]

pairing: OT8 x fem! reader (gender is rarely mentioned)

genre: soulmates, angst, fluff (mostly in the later chapters)

warnings: almost being kidnapped, occasional curse word

word count: ~3.8k

summary: Attending your favourite idols' concert didn't go as planned, not at all.

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I looked around the unfamiliar streets, my worried expression hidden under my mask and Eevee cap, the latter’s ears flapping around with my jerky head movements. Uselessly looking at the street signs, I sighed, unable to read them in this foreign country.

I had travelled to Japan with a friend, purely to watch the Stray Kids' concert they had held just earlier that day. If we wanted to see them live once in our lives, we had no choice, with us living in a small country in Europe. And as we all knew, idols didn't usually hold concerts in Europe, making international fans cry out in despair all over the world. Either way, we decided to join the japanese concerts, us being fans of the country itself as well, due to our love for anime and manga.

But now I stood in the streets alone, typing directions into google maps on my phone, to at least try to get to the train station. You see, my friend came with her boyfriend and they had booked a place to stay at together. She had offered to let me stay without an ounce of hesitation, but I didn't want to be a bother and intrude. So, I’d booked a place by myself, but by the time I had gotten around to it, everything in that city near the concert or even my friend's place had already been booked. I had no choice but to choose a place at a hotel that was far away, far enough that you could only reach it with a train from the concert's location.

Come on me, I was a big girl, I could do this. I got here somehow -still had no idea how, with my anxiety and horrible navigation skills-, I could find my way back too.

So with a quiet, nervous sigh, I started following the directions shown on my phone, head slightly bopping to the music that filtered through my headphones that sat snugly on my ears, over my cap. Of course the pleasant and energetic tunes were from the same band I had seen hours ago on stage, but with the added background noise of the late city life, thanks to the ambient aware option on my headphones.

The train I needed to reach wouldn't leave for a good while, so I could slightly relax and look around the cement jungle without having to hurry needlessly. It was interesting to see how different, yet in a way, similar it was to my own country. Sure, the buildings' style was different, the streets were more busy and bright, but some shops were the same or really similar. It was nice, to just not feel completely alien and lost in a foreign city.

Although one thing that kept happening was that people kept staring at me. Naturally, it was bound to happen with my slightly over 6 feet height in Japan of all places, but the added combo of my Eevee outfit only strengthened it. Some people even outright complimented me, making me awkwardly bow and thank them in my limited japanese knowledge. To my utter surprise, some even asked for a selfie or a photo, undoubtedly making my cheeks dust with red, all evidence hidden under my mask and scarf.

Things seemed to be going well, until the time of day was starting to run out and the streets were slowly but surely becoming empty. The fact that my GPS was taking me through slightly questionable roads didn't help in the matter at all.

Then I heard it.

Footsteps, somewhere behind me, never stopping.

At first, I didn't think too much of it, but then my paranoid mind made me pause my music on my phone, the device buried in the depths of my pocket. I didn't stop and look around, merely continued to walk towards my destination to not seem suspicious, something my gut told me to avoid at all cost.

Then I listened.

The footsteps were still there, something that didn't change no matter how much I had walked. They were also weird, rhythm-wise. They felt unnatural, as if the person didn't usually walk like that. Their rhythm was also suspiciously like mine, the sound of our steps usually mixing together into one, making me listen keenly for several minutes to confirm my suspicions.

My pulse picked up, skyrocketing into the stratosphere.

I had heard about the dangerous things that could happen on the late night streets of Japan, my mind now on overdrive as I tried to act natural, as if I was clueless still.

I had to get away from this person somehow, I didn't want any of those horrors to happen to me, just the mere thought made my skin crawl and head hurt.

I shouldn't have turned down my friend's offer, being a third wheel would have been so much safer.

My eyes fluttered down onto my phone and my heart skipped a beat.

I was walking in the wrong way.

Amidst my panic, I must have taken several wrong turns, because now I was dangerously far away from the train station. Maybe if I hurried I could have made it, a debatable thought in itself, but that was the last thing on my mind as I heard people chatting from my right. Turning my head over there, I was met with bright lights from advertisement boards and all kinds of fairy lights, the fact that I was in a dark alley registering in my mind only then.

I didn't hesitate to make my way over there with quick steps, my long legs carrying me swiftly and quickly towards my desired goal.

But not quick enough.

Before I could reach the main street, I was grabbed from behind, something being forcefully pushed in front of my face. But probably due to height differences -also thanks to my fluffy scarf and my mask’s added layers of protection-, the person couldn't quite do it quickly and I instinctually elbowed them wherever I could reach.

Based on the grunt he let out, I hit his gut, the arms around me releasing their hold just enough for me to break away and sprint towards the people with all my adrenaline-powered strength.

When I reached the brightly lit street, my eyes looked around the empty place, mind halting to a stop.

Where were the people? I just heard them! Where were they?!

But before I could look around properly, I was tackled to the ground, my arms that instinctually cushioned my fall  flaring up in pain. An instinctual yell left my mouth as I wrestled with him, my scattered mind resorting to shouting in english and broken japanese both.

Just as I thought I was going to be kidnapped, my hands held down and face stuffed with a drenched cloth, the weight on top of me disappeared in an instant.

I didn't really know what just happened, I only heard some shouting -in what language, i wasn't sure anymore- and skin upon skin impact, before the quieting sound of shoes hitting the ground reached my ringing ears.

I simply blinked up at the dark sky as I panted there, head laying on the dirty pavement underneath me as I fought with the nauseating dizziness that was attacking my system violently.

Sometime later -because i wasn't sure how long i had been laying there for-, a figure appeared in my vision, his eyes above his dark mask filled with worry. Sounds came from him, but it all sounded gibberish to me at that moment.

After receiving no reply, he turned to the side to talk to someone, but before he could do anything else, I quickly sat up. He fussed around me, rightfully surprised by my sudden movements, but I cared not as my mind finally caught up to itself.

I quickly tore my damp mask off, hiding my face from the harsh autumn wind with my scarf quickly afterwards, the soft fabric providing me with much needed comfort. Feeling the dark fabric in my hands, it was no wonder that no amount of breathing helped after my attacker had left. It was soaked with most probably chloroform, explaining why I was still feeling so dizzy.

Looking up from the mask, I saw the man who had -probably- saved me, crouched right in front of me. Another man was next to him, taller and more built, dressed in dark clothes. They were talking, but the language they used was definitely not japanese or even english. From the sound of it, it was another asian language, but I couldn't pinpoint which with my extremely limited knowledge and gibberish thoughts.

Not knowing what else to do with my hazy mind, I bowed my head as much as I could towards my saviours, uttering my thanks in japanese. Thankfully, I knew that much from all those years of watching anime and beginner japanese language classes.

They immediately stopped talking, the man who fussed over me earlier saying something along the lines of not a problem in japanese and asking me how I was feeling. I said I was okay, because really, I was, my mind was just a bit foggy. His eyebrows furrowed at my answer, as if he couldn't believe me for some reason. I furrowed my own eyebrows at that and slightly tilted my head to the side, not understanding his confusion.

But when I tried to stand up after putting my cap and headphones back on properly -the latter around my neck this time-, I understood his concern.

I was shaking.

Sure, not extremely, but the slight, unintentional movements of my body were there, clear as day.

"Oh, looks like I lied about being fine, sorry." - I quietly uttered out in english, not even realising that I had switched languages once again. "So I did hear it right, you do speak english." - one of them spoke back, catching me off guard.

"Shit, sorry, it wasn't intentional." - I quickly muttered out, defending myself. "No worries, now I know why you didn't respond to me the first time and just looked lost instead." - he lightly laughed out.

The person next to him extended a hand towards me, and after blinking at it for a few seconds, I finally realised he was just trying to help me up. So, with a purse of my lips and a bow of my head, I thanked him and took his hand. He swiftly pulled me up, checking if I needed some help to stay upright. Seeing that I was alright -as alright as one could be in that situation-, he let me go and talked to the other man in that foreign language once again.

I simply stood there, the weight of what had just happened not fully hitting me yet. Realising that I was still clutching my mask in my hand, I pocketed it and looked towards the only other man on the road besides us three.

He was speaking in that same foreign language, but sometimes he switched over to english. His accent was thick and painfully familiar, along with his deep, melodic voice. I tried to fit the puzzle pieces into their place as I just watched him, how he spoke to his phone, no doubt vlogging or live streaming.

" -y, hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down?" - a soft touch broke me out of my train of thoughts, his voice -that was also familiar and had a similar accent- laced with worry. "Y-yes, yes, sorry, I was just lost in thought. But thank you two, again, for saving me, I don't know what would have happened if you weren't here. Really, thank you so much." - I rambled out, bowing a few times for good measure. "Hey, it's alright, I'm glad we were here. Do you need help getting home? Where're ya headed to?" "Ah, the train station. But I'll be fine alone… Why are you looking at me like that?" "... The train station is hours away from here, and it's already almost midnight."

Eyes widening at his answer, I took my phone out of my pocket -a miracle it had stayed there, unharmed- and unlocked the screen. Sure enough, he was right. Checking the schedule for the train I needed, no matter how many times I read it over and over again, the letters and numbers didn't change at all.

The last train would depart in 30 minutes, something that I would only reach if I had magically gained the ability to teleport.

My eyes turned glossy as I continued looking at my screen in despair, lower lips caught between my teeth as a way to ground myself.

I couldn't get to my rented out hotel room now.

"Hey, hey, look at me. It's gonna be okay. What's the matter?" - his warm voice reached my ears once again, my eyes flitting up to meet with his. "My…my train… The last one’s gonna depart in 15 mins, something I have no way of reaching. And now I-, I can't get to my hotel room now, I don't have anywhere to stay–" - my voice cut off at the end, worry eating me out from the inside.

Even if I were to call my friend to stay with her and her boyfriend, they were a few hours away from where I ran away to. I had already checked it, multiple times. Somehow I’d walked in the completely wrong direction as I was trying to escape that man.

"It's gonna be okay, trust me, I'll think of something. Why don't you sit down over there and eat this, while I talk to my buddies here, hm?" - he gently said, pointing towards a nearby bench and handing me a lil protein bar from his pocket.

I blinked down at him -because he was considerably shorter than me-, but then I carefully took the offered snack and nodded. I didn't have anything else to do anyway, and I needed to take any help I could get. That much was obvious to me, even in my current situation.

I felt like a pathetic child that needed to be looked after, sitting there on the bench as I snacked on my protein bar in an Eevee cap.

Maybe I was one. I wouldn't be surprised at this point.

Having finished munching on the snack, I pulled my scarf back up and stared emptily at the ground in front of me, hands clutched and resting on my knees that rested tightly clenched together, no doubt causing a faint bruise to form.

I was absolutely fucked, to put it simply.

I had been almost kidnapped in a foreign country, merely hours after I’d had the time of my life at the first concert of my life. Chloroform was probably still lingering in my system and clouding my mind, not to mention that my only friend in this country was long asleep and I had already formed a splitting headache.

Wonderful.

Truly, truly, wonderful.

I couldn't help the sigh that left through my nose, my hand going up to rub at my now dry eyes -contact lenses sadly had that effect-, but stopping when I remembered I had makeup on. I tugged the cap even more into my hurting head, instinctively trying to hide myself magically with the habitual gesture.

Just when I thought about putting my headphones up and calming my still very erratic pulse with some music, the shorter man approached me -the taller one lingering behind-.

He sat down beside me, leaving a comfortable amount of space between us, something my jittery mind much appreciated.

"So, we talked about it, and ya could stay with us for the night if you want to. It's just me and some friends. Of course, you would get your own room, all to yourself. I can bunk with one of my pals for the night no problem. I understand if ya don't trust me, truly I do realise how sketchy my offer sounds, but… I don't want you to stay out here for the night and get hurt even more. I have the opportunity to help, and I want to." - he carefully explained it to me, making sure I was following his sentences actively.

I remained quiet, thinking the offer through.

He was right, it was definitely sketchy as heck, but, what could I do? I could either stay out here on the streets, because everything was either closed or booked already -stupid concert-, or I could go with them.

"Ya can decide a bit later too, ya kno'." - I quickly shook my head gently -that massive headache significantly becoming worse-, cutting him short. "If you guys really don't mind, then… I would like to take your offer." - I gently muttered out, bowing once again in gratitude. "Oh please, stop bowing, ya really don't need to. It's alright, really, none of us bite, I promise. Actually, lemme introduce you to one of my pals, he's been there, live this whole time."

He stood up after he pointed to the aforementioned streamer and I quickly followed him, slightly bowing towards the taller man once again in gratitude as we passed by him. He sheepishly rubbed his neck and waved his hand in front of his face in a dismissive way, probably wanting me to stop bowing, just like the shorter man.

Speaking of which, I watched as he walked up to his buddy, my body slowing to a halt. I didn't want to disturb their job or hobby as well -whatever streaming was to them-, so I stopped before I could enter their phone camera's range.

The other man was slightly taller, but still smaller than me, with blonde strands peeking out from underneath his black beanie. Few freckles sat above his own dark facemask, my eyes squinting at the familiarity.

But once again, my train of thoughts were disrupted before I could come to a much needed conclusion.

"Hey, don't be shy, c’mere. This is Felix, and I'm Christopher, but call me Chris." - he introduced themselves to me as I still didn't go into their camera's range just quite. "I’m… well, uuh, my name’s weird and foreign, so for simplicity purposes, call me Eevee. For… for obvious reasons.  I'm sorry, I will tell you later if you really want to know it." - I added in, bowing my head before glancing at their stream.

An understanding hum left their lips and I suddenly felt like I was in the presence of an anime character. A sunshine one, to be specific.

"I wanted to say it earlier, but your outfit is so freaking cute, like, really cute! Where did ya get it?" - the blondie asked, eyes sparkling and smile widening, so much so that his eyes were slightly arched upwards, turning into little crescent moons.

Taken aback, it took me a few seconds to formulate a normal reaction and reply.

"I-, uh, thank you? Well, I kinda got these clothes at different places and times, they just fit together nicely by coincidence. The scarf and cap was actually a gift from my brother, because he saw this silly lil cap in an Austrian store one day and wanted me to put it on real bad. Long story short, here I am now, fully decked out. A walking, comically tall Eevee on the streets. Just don't throw a pokeball at me. They hurt surprisingly much." "Ooooh, that's so cool. Hyung, we gotta get a cap like this later! Also, wait, did someone actually throw a pokeball at ya?" "... Yeah…"

Their expressions were hilarious even with their masks on, absolutely worth the pain. I couldn't help the little laugh that slipped past my lips.

"Don't worry, it only happened like twice, and one of those times it was a plushie." "Fhew, okay, I was gettin' worried there for a sec." - the blondie sighed out, his hand placed onto his chest out of relief.

With a small laugh they started walking, my anxiety-filled self unsure if I should join them. I really didn't want to be on camera, even though my face was practically completely covered.

But I didn't need to ponder for long, their forms looking back at me and beckoning me to join them.

"Come here, and naur, don't worry, it's fine. You're not disrupting us."

With a small nod and a deep breath, I joined them, slightly waving at the camera.

Christopher introduced me, or I assumed he did, because he was speaking in that foreign language once again.

"Right, Eevee, do you speak korean?" - one of them asked, drawing my attention to him from the flooded chat that was moving way too fast for my tired eyes.

So that was what that foreign language waaas, got it.

"Ah, uh, no, not at all. I couldn't understand a word of any of your guys' conversation, don’t worry."

"What do ya mean don’t worry, that must feel awful to not understand anything! We'll speak more english then, no worries! I couldn't speak it a few years ago either, so I truly do feel ya." - he replied, voice cheery and calming.

Wait.

Now hang on for a fucking second.

This boy to my right was blonde, had freckles, had a deep voice, had a weird english accent and hadn’t been able to speak korean up until a few years ago.

The boy to my left had the same accent, his voice was way too fucking familiar and nice, he had dark curls peeking out from underneath his beanie and could speak korean well.

Stray Kids had their concert half a day ago in the same city, a band that had two members with an eerily similar description.

Haha, naur, no way.

I looked back at them as they were talking to their chat, only coming to that same, insane conclusion. Glancing at the flooded screen on the phone, I mostly saw -probably- korean characters, but there were a few english sentences as well. One of them caught my eye, the word 'Chan' peeking out from it painfully.

My breath got caught in my throat.

Okay, okay, they were just people, act normal. Just, normal, okay? If they won't find out you're a STAY, and neither will the other fans, everything would be fine. I didn't plan on taking photos of them secretly or anything anyway, like a goddamn sasaeng. So just breathe and ignore that they kinda do be idols and people you look up to, okay?

Aaaagh, I was so absolutely fucked.

Next chapter

[agendabymooner]

here comes the sun ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“little darling, the smile’s returning to their faces.”

summary: daniel and their fans (altogether) made sure that lorelei ‘lester’ ricciardo’s weeks of return in both the paddock and stage are bearable as their son, beau, made his presence known to the public a year after being born.

OR lester continues to prove that she'll always be with the tifosi first and be a red bull driver's wife after.

content warning: dad!daniel x mom!ofc content, red bull and ferrari admins being themselves (again), baby ric/little parmesan’s paddock debut, fluff fluff fluff, grid uncles and måneskin uncles, arthur leclerc being a piece of shit on twitter but i love him or sumn like that

note: i’m back from a lecture mwehehehe. check out the prequel for the rush series, own my mind!! enjoy xx

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user1 MOOOOOMMY 😍🥵

user2 do y'all ever wonder if charles had a crush on her?

user3 where did that even come from?

user2 idk he's been listening to them for as long as he knew them lmfaooooo it's just a question

user4 drivers in the attendance were charles, lando, max and pierre (with danny ofc) btw

user5 oh bless 🙏

charles_leclerc watching the concert was one thing but to experience it firsthand with the little parmesan was incredibly priceless liked by danielricciardo

landonorris in the end, little par is THE VIBE. no exceptions liked by danielricciardo

oscarpiastri saw little par kick a football in monza 👌 he can still make it to the socceroos team liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he's bout to be australia's pride

colabebe you're half italian, danny. if you're half and lester's full, bambino beau is 3/4 😽

oscarpiastri i refuse to accept these ideals, cola. i'm sorry. once an aussie, always an aussie

scuderiaferrari she's so back, welcome her 😭😍

redbullracing she is the moment your honour 🤭

ykaaar nice to see you again dan! not that i don't see your insufferable ass every other week 🤔 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you're making me really sad with these claims, damiano 🥲

ykaaar do u want me to kiss it better 🤕

loricciardo omg my biggest fans 🥺 liked by danielricciardo

loricciardo i love you and the little bear soooo much 🥰 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo my favourite musician 🤩

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landonorris slee🅱️y boys liked by danielricciardo

colabebe LOOK AT MY LITTLE NEPHEW !!!! beau beaaaaar!!! 🐻 liked by danielricciardo

nora_alessandro such handsome boys!!! 😍 liked by danielricciardo

georgerussell63 excuse me, ma'am? 🤨

danielricciardo go back to your tea, my dear brother-in-law georgerussell63

georgerussell63 🙄

user1 DADDY RIC!!!!

maxverstappen1 daddy ric ^^ liked by danielricciardo

user2 this is the kind of shit that we do NOT say aloud alright max 😭

user3 us maxiel enjoyers cannot take it 🥲 stop keeping our hopes up

oscarpiastri me and colabebe would babysit him if you'd allow it 🙌

landonorris i think you and i would have to talk about the babysitting privileges first, oscar.

user4 THE PERIOD IN THE END IM-

user5 bro really said "watch yo mouth" 😭

lewishamilton it wouldn't be a surprise if beau's just as energetic as you are 🤣 liked by danielricciardo

ethaneskin the next time i see him, i will spoil the f out of him 🤧 liked by danielricciardo

_thomasraggi uncle tommy's otw to get him everything he wants 😍 liked by danielricciardo

ykaaar he is so uncle dami-coded 😊 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he doesn't look like you but ok 🙄

ykaaar just wait.

loricciardo my loveeeeees 😩😍 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo is it bad that i'm trying to outdo the little bear when it comes to your love? 🤔

loricciardo you will not need to try that hard, mio tasso. beau will always have the first place in my heart. you're a close second though 😽

danielricciardo aw it's all good, i guess. he is number one in mine too 🥰

loricciardo i'm glad we can come to an agreement then, my love 🤝

danielricciardo 🤝

[ze-ppe-li]

hi there dear bestfriend 😌 i love your writing skills like really 🤭🤭 can you write about the fem reader who is a college student and want to be a doctor but she so broke and poor so like she was let's have sugermomy (irene .red velvet) and like when they met for the first time the reader was shocked because irene is so short and same for irene because she didn't expect the reader to be so tall

(top fem reader x bottom irene) +18

sorry English is not my first language

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Bottom Irene, Sugarmommy Irene, oral (both), brief facesitting (r. receiving), fingering (i. receiving) brief size kink.

Life was easier when you were still in high school. All you had to do was go to class, take notes, attend meetings, and study. Then come graduation, it all changed. You’d graduated high school with top honors, and everyone expected that you would pursue a scholarship to study. That would be your perfect life, of course, but... it didn't happen.

Now, you were in a situation where you could barely pay your pension.

And the strict social rules and pressure on students in South Korea didn't help at all.

The most exhaustive thing about the case is that the career that you had carefully chosen lasted a long time, it wouldn't be long in which it would be difficult for you to pay for it, unless you went into debt, it's a possibility, but it will put you under more pressure, right?

That was until you decided to take a break and go to one of Red Velvet's concerts. You thought that, this time, it would be your last time that you would spend something moderately expensive during these last years.

After the concert, perhaps because fate really smiled on you, you ended up meeting the group's leader in person: Joohyun.

She was, in fact, what attracted you in her, and led you to talk to her.

It was not difficult to talk to her. She seemed to enjoy listening to you, as much as you enjoyed talking.

The height difference between you was also noticeable, in the music videos in which she appeared, she didn't look so short.

Somehow, you ended up telling her about your current situation, hoping that at least she would give you some cursory advice.

But instead, she got serious and asked you to see her the next day on a small place of Wangsimni-ro, near SM Entertainment Building Headquarter.

You hesitated, but it seemed that she was waiting for your answer, or at least she made you feel that way. So you agreed.

On the next day, she told you that, while she couldn't offer you a job, she could give you a chance to give you some money, in exchange for staying with her... keeping her company both romantically and... carnally. It is a secret that would be kept between you two, clearly.

But you did not hesitate any longer: it was too good an opportunity. And besides, she was hot.

The next day, you visited her place and stayed with her until early evening, while you did several errands, buying food, paying bills, etc.

Before going back home, you kissed each other goodnight and she promised you that, after you finish your studies, you'll return to her place.

The next day, you returned to visit her again, doing your usual things, before she surprised you by saying that, if you wanted, you could stay there for the rest of the week.

Of course, you immediately said yes. So the days passed, some of them had sexual encounters, where she evidently dominated you, until she left you completely overstimulated, it was her way of letting you know how much she appreciated you.

Until for a while, the two of you couldn't see each other often due to her busy schedule, so you just hung around her house, waiting for her to arrive, it didn't matter if she arrived in the early morning.

It also didn't help that, even texting, she seemed to have no time for you at times, simply replying with a cold "I'm busy.", this made you start to believe that she had already lost interest in you, or her company had discovered your secret.

It wasn't when one weekend, you were in her apartment watching TV in her bed, when she came over. She looked quite tired, probably from the hard training she went through lately.

But even tired, she managed to get into bed with you and start to play with you. This excited you a lot, as she pressed against you, making you incredibly horny.

You started playing with her breasts while you were fondling her lips. Since she was tired, you thought this was the perfect time to switch roles, at least for once. Surprisingly, she let you do that, since she was incredibly tired at the time, but still, she really wanted you.

See her small body below yours, while her tongue played inside you, lapping at your clit, the only sounds that you heard was her breathing.

So, being satisfied, you grabbed her shoulders and threw her onto her back, where you proceeded to insert your fingers into her pussy, which felt very wet. You loved how hot she felt, you pulled out your fingers and plunged your tongue deep inside her. She moaned softly.

Your face became covered in her juices, which tasted absolutely delicious. The taste of her aroused you so much that you didn't care that she came all over your face.

After that, you fell asleep together, wrapped in each others arms. You woke up feeling incredibly happy.

And so it happened, every weekend, you were together with her. Every single weekend. Her words turned you on so much that you'd lose your mind sometimes.

A few years passed and you were able to complete your degree, no one would have thought that you could have achieved that because of Joohyun, who financed you from the beginning that you met, even with the money she gave you, you could buy all kinds of luxuries and clothing.

At first, you thought it was weird, thinking that maybe she was looking for someone to fuck. But soon enough, you accepted it. Besides, you liked spending time with her, it was actually fun. Sometimes, after getting home from work, you would find her ironing your clothes or making your bed, neither of us could help it, it wasn't serious at all, but, the fact that you spent time together always made you happy.

[theobsessiveloser18]

Joshaya head cannons

•Once or twice a month they meet, spend time together (with their friends)

•Josh has had dinner at the Hunter house, Shawn and Katy love him (Even so they let him know that he must be careful With little Mayaboushka)

“I'm watching you Spawn Matthews”

“Come on Shawn, you and I are like cool cousins, you tried to change my diapers, what's changed now?”

“that you are in a 'we will see' with My adopts child”

“Don't worry dad, if he breaks my heart, his face will be stuck in the floor for my babies." She pointed to his high heels.

“That's My Dwarf Girl”

“i had a little scary”

•Maya goes to her university events, conferences, thesis exhibitions, no matter how boring the antics are she will be there trying not to fall asleep,But if there is some kind of sporting event Josh will be forced to attend, it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand them or doesn't like them, he is a little less enthusiastic than the girl But he makes sure that she doesn't get into fights With those on the opposite tribune

•Likewise, when he discovered that his future girl was an artist, he became his greatest ally (he and Riley constantly compete to see who is the number one fan). He gives her everything she needs In order for her to continue creating, and even materials to experiment with, is she going to exhibit her works at school? He arrived an hour before her and is organizing the space, he has even introduced her to The university artists, so that she continues to grow In the area

“Maybe you can study here, we would see each other daily”

“When I enter, you will be leaving, if at most we would spend a year together” He approached her in a flirtatious manner

“It would be a great year” it was a change of roles now Maya was nervous, she smiled shyly

“Yes, it would be”

•As it was said at the beginning they spend time with each other's group of friends, Josh tends to be a little ignored in Maya's, while in his she is like the favorite

•But the two of them also go out, they go to concerts, the movies, festivals, fairs, anything that screams fun means that Maya will be taking it, although generally they both contribute ideas of where to spend the time,Included in activities that only one of them likes

•What happens on Theirs outings?

Cinema:

~Maya starts an argument in the middle of the movie about what will happen next and how it will end, Josh tries to warn her, but people end up yelling at him and throwing food at him to make him shut up(She'll end up complaining about this, then they'll both laugh)

~When leaving the cinema they will eat whatever comes their way

Concerts:

~Maya will make them something related to the band(s) they are going to see, whether it be a bracelet, a pin, a ribbon, or a kerchief

“It is necessary?"

“Of course it is” (He would prefer to buy them, but oh well,Sometimes it does)

~Josh will carry her on his shoulders so she can see

Park:

~They fed the ducks,Or they'll give Ginger a little spin and pet other people's pets.

~Maya will draw everything she finds interesting, Josh will advise her to draw people for 5 dollars, it will be fine for her.

~They will take advantage to make the market

Amusement park

~They will save enough to go to all the games, literally all of them, that's why they don't go very often, but it's part of their goal list to go 3 times a year

~Many photos will be taken

~They will give away what they get in the games

“Why do you think that a philosophy student Would you have a little cow with a bow and a dress in your room?

“With your face I wouldn't be surprised if you still use a pacifier and bib to eat.

(Delight with these cuteness)😍🤩😊☺️

~Josh will carry Maya while she points out where to go (he will also carry her if she doesn't want to walk anymore or if she is very tired, he offers to do it, more than she asks).

•Maya doesn't waste the opportunity to pretend she's lost, she's amused to see Josh scared, but most of the time he'll notice, and make her believe she's really lost, just to scare her From behind before she calls him.

•She likes to give him constant playful hits on the shoulder or stomach, when he is being very nerdy, very deep, or rather when he is being himself.

•we said that That Josh is going to eat at Maya's house, but the Matthews grandparents (Amy and Allan) love having Maya at home, you could say that Amy would be a better daughter-in-law with her than with Topanga (Amy sucks at Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner at girl meets world, okay? Good)They even talk to Josh about why he shouldn't break a person's heart with that backstory.

“I have learned everything I need to know about the failed relationships of Eric, Morgan, Shawn, and even the infidelity and love drama of America's sweethearts... Yours love story is almost a mystery and frankly I am not interested, I am already raised, I will be the perfectly human right for her, I have been clear about that from the beginning.”

“Wait, wait, wait!!, that's too much” Amy warned him

“We were talking about being the good high school rebound Partner, everyone has had one” Amy looked at him confused and intrigued “Have you thought about marrying her?!”

He looked embarrassed, he didn't respond.

[rius-cave]

Disguise AU

How and when would their first real date be like??

Or would they even see eachother after that hot night?

My thoughts are that Adam would wake up completely hangover either in his couch or either in an hotel room -though I doubt they would go THAT far the night they met- with a note next to him, it has a phone number and says ‘Call me handsome’

See, I think my answer is heavily influenced by something I read or watched once (probably some yaoi manga idk) but I don't really remember what lol, here's what I think:

They absolutely had sex the first night. If it had just been some heavy make out sessions, Adam wouldn't have freaked out as much skfkgksgd.

I think they probably start making out, then Lucifer, being just a bit tipsy, asks Adam if he wants to come to his hotel room. Adam, who is absolutely smashed, says yeah sure whatever just keep touching me. They probably do some hand stuff in the car because Adam literally can't keep his hands to himself and is drunkenly horny lol. And then yes, they go to Lucifer's hotel room and cut to black and all that.

Next day I reckon Adam had a freakout and storms out, leaving Lucifer very confused and also a tad disappointed and sad.

There's a couple days, maybe even weeks, with Adam just going back and forth with "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO" and "holy shit that was the best night of my life" and "IM NEVER FUCKING DOING THAT AGAIN" until of course, he starts going down again lol, and if he's conveniently going to the same bar where he met the stranger each and every time, well... That's just a coincidence, promise.

However, Lucifer never shows up, leaving Adam feeling like an idiot for thinking it was possible to meet him again, he tries hooking up with other people, women, but it's just not as great.

Until of course one day he sees him there again, and debates another good 20 minutes if he should talk to him or not. He finally walks up to him.

He half explains himself on why he ran out, and Lucifer is understanding and says not to worry about it etc etc, they were drunk bla bla. Lucifer says he can't stay that night cause he has some business to attend to, but gives Adam his card and tells him to ring him sometime.

It takes Adam another good while to actually call him lol. I think they'd have a pretty normal date, though neither of them call it that. Can't really decide what they'd do for their date in this context, maybe Lucifer surprises him by going to a concert with VIP seats, idk, something that only rich people could do lol.

They have a great fucking time and connect really well, for a second Adam thinks, hey, this is not even gay! Maybe I was just really drunk off my ass! This guy is just fun to hang out with...... And then a couple hours later they're making out again and having a quick one in some alleyway or whatever lololol

Honestly, I could go on forever, but this is already long and if I keep going I'll end up wanting to make it a comic and I can't afford that right now LMAO

If you guys crave more from this AU, Dedmerath is going to be making a comic on her Patreon!! Go support her, she's super awesome!

[silverfoxstole]

OK. Right. I've sorted my panel photos, which I'll start posting tomorrow (I won't bombard you with them all at once!), so I can get my thoughts straight about yesterday. This is going to be long; sorry! I'll divide it into two parts so that those who want to skip my wittering and just see the pics can.

I hadn't actually thought I'd ever go to a con again; my last one had been back in 2009 and they've got a hell of a lot bigger since then, which sort of puts me off as I don’t really like crowds, and living as I do right down on the south coast they're usually too far away. However, when back at the end of January an ad popped up out of the blue on my Facebook feed informing me that Paul would be appearing at Portsmouth Comic Con (less than ten miles from me) my heart skipped a beat and I started wondering whether I'd be able to go. Of course, there was nothing stopping me but I wasn't keen to go on my own, and I knew my DW-and-anything-else-related-to-scifi-fantasy-etc-hating sister would never agree.

When not long later I saw Sylvester was going to be there as well I mentioned it to my friend P (with whom I’ve attended cons in the past), lamenting that I had no one to go with and not really expecting her to suggest that she try to come down from Manchester so we could go together but to my surprise she did and so the tickets were duly booked. Fast forward to about three weeks ago, unfortunately, and things started to go - literally in this case - off the rails thanks to a driver's strike and then engineering work that meant no trains into Portsmouth for the 11th and 12th and P very reluctantly having to drop out because she wouldn't be able to get down here and back in time for work on Monday. Still wanting to go but not really wanting to do it alone I had no choice but to ask sis to come with me, which she very gamely did and I owe her. Big Time. It’s really not her thing and I know she didn't enjoy it at all. She works in town and made me stand on the outside in the queue in case she saw anyone she knew!

I had been worried about how I was going to react as I do suffer from anxiety and I've not been amongst crowds since before Covid, but much to my surprise I was completely relaxed, even when talking to the guests; I'm obviously long past my 'OMG it's Paul!' phase (thank goodness!) and instead it was a case of 'Oh, yeah, there he is, and Sylv and Sophie (a later addition, and one I'd been hoping for) too.' I don't know whether it's because they're so familiar or I just got used to actors popping in when I worked in a shop near a theatre, but it was easy and I'm so glad! The reflexology session I had in Thursday might have helped keep me calm, too; if you’re feeling tense I recommend it!

I had only previously visited the Guildhall for concerts (sis knows it better as she's had to do presentations to the city council in the past) so it was rather odd to be in there during the day. I have to say that I think they could have put aside more room for the guests as it was difficult to work out who was queuing to see who (ho ho). It was very warm and the setup also made taking photos a bit awkward with people having to dance round each other a bit. We went to see Paul first (of course), and when he clocked me in my NotD cosplay he leaned back, smiled and announced 'It's like lookin' in a mirror!' I honestly can't remember exactly what I said in response to that! Probably nothing that coherent! He asked if I'd made it myself, which gave me a neat opportunity to present the gift I'd made for him: an Eighth Doctor bear and Mr Bush bear.

I think i've wanted to make bears for Paul ever since I put together the first one nearly three years ago, but I never thought I'd get a chance so when I knew I'd be going to the con I started planning. I was originally just going to do the Doctor, and make a Seven bear for Sylvester, but as they were coming to Portsmouth I decided to do Bush as well since I can’t imagine Paul gets a lot of Hornblower-related gifts. Of course, when it was confirmed that Sophie would be there I had to make an Ace bear too and here they all are before I packed them up yesterday morning, sitting on the bags i'd also run up to put them in (not pictured, my terrible embroidery name tags to help me tell who was who):

I'll do some more detailed posts so you can see them properly another day, but I was so pleased with they way they turned out that it was really hard to give them up! At least I knew they'd be going to good homes!

When I gave Paul the bag he just looked at me in surprise and went 'Is that for me? Can I open it now?' and there was a smile on his face as soon as he saw what was inside. 'That's my career! Doctor Who and Hornblower!' He absolutely loved them, couldn't believe I'd made them and told me 'I have a room where I keep all the gifts I've been given, and these are going to take pride of place.' I couldn't wish for more than that! Well, maybe a photo of him with them but it was busy and I didn't like to ask and possibly hold things up. I hope he's found the alternative Dark Eyes outfit that I added for Eight bear as I had some fabric leftover from my jacket; the sonic for that one took a bit of ingenuity!

He asked about my costume again while we were getting into position (for want of a better term) for a photo and commented that so many people are paying someone to make their cosplays now and spending a hundreds of pounds, something I'd guess he finds quite astonishing given the incredulous look on his face when he said it. I could be wrong, but I got the impression that he likes to see what different fans have come up with; there are a lot of people who seem to be patronising Steven Ricks since Paul got his remade costume last year, which I can understand because the man is a brilliant tailor, but sometimes it must be a bit like seeing clones.

Jen took the photo and we were about to leave it there but then this strangely confident person I found inside me asked Paul a question:

‘Can I be cheeky?’

‘Sure.’

‘Can I give you a hug?’

‘Of course!’

Well, if you don’t ask, you don’t get! (says the woman who hates asking for things in shops) He gives very good hugs. 🥰

I did manage to let him go (it wasn’t easy!) and he thanked me again for the bears before we moved on to see Sophie, which involved going round to join another queue in the same small space. Confusing? Yep!

I don't know who here has met Sophie Aldred but you should because she is so, so lovely. Ace has always been one of my favourite companions and I was so pleased when I saw she would be coming. I'd already started an Ace bear with the intention of giving it to Sylvester with his, but of course that got changed and Sophie was smitten. She looked really closely at it, remarking on the little details - 'Oh, it's even got the plait. And a rucksack and baseball bat!' - and sat it proudly on the corner of her table, where I assume it stayed for some of the day. Apparently it's the best Ace bear she's ever seen - you can't get a better accolade than that! (My head was swelling somewhat by this point, by the way. I don't like to blow my own trumpet but I don't often get so many compliments, and never in such a short space of time, so i hope you can forgive me for including them.)

Last but not least, of course, there was Sylvester, which meant another queue in the same space, which was just daft as because their tables were next to each other you didn't know whether people were waiting for him or for Paul. I'm sure that could have been organised much better than it was. In the same section there were also two chaps who had somethng to do with Star Wars who weren't getting much attention at all which was a bit awkward. They haven't gone back today and I can't blame really them.

I've wanted to meet Sylv for years and he didn’t disappoint. He liked the fabric the bag was made from because its starry night pattern was similar to his waistcoat, which admittedly was why i bought it in the first place. When he got it open and saw what was inside he said 'Oh! I'm a little bear! That’s lovely!’ and when I said I'd made one for Sophie too leaned round trying to see it on Sophie's table. I half wish I'd made a set of both for each of them now but that might have been overkill, and I would have needed a rucksack of my own to transport them all; my bag was full to bursting as it was. Maybe if I see them again I’ll give Sophie a Doctor bear and Sylvester an Ace. As it stands I am so, so pleased that all three of them liked something I'd made so much, and Sylvester and Sophie were both also taken with the cartoons of the Seventh Doctor and Ace that I asked them to sign.

Phew! If you've reached the end of this, well done! I know I have tendency to ramble on and I commend your stamina! I'll put the photos in a separate post but I was one happy camper, especially as just afterwards i got another compliment on my costume and was asked to pose in the TARDIS! We didn't stay the whole day as it was hot, I'd pretty much seen what I wanted to (the Doctor Who 'exhibition' was just a few monster replicas, most of which weren't that good, unlike the really impressive experience they had last year for the 60th and which I would have loved to see. And there were no daleks! My ambition to hug a dalek sadly remains unfulfilled *sniff*) sis had developed a headache, but I'm very glad I went. 😀

[the-bar-sinister]

Deicide: Red Shift (6392 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 2/?

Summary: A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are Cross Guild and fallen emperor Shanks, the Charlotte family, the Donquixote Pirates and the shattered remnants of Law's crew, and Kid's crew, and Cavendish and Bartolomeo.

And the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee.

Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible.

But Luffy has other plans.

catch up here

-

Kidd didn't like being at the mercy of another captain's course— or in this case the mercy of two other captains, which was somehow even worse. Admittedly, even if he'd still had his ship, he probably would also have investigated the mysterious signal.

He wouldn't have been considering attending a pop concert though. He swaggered down the gangplank, shoulder to shoulder with Basil and Killer on either side of him, letting Cavendish, Barto, and the 'wano girls' walk up ahead of them. Kid wasn't sorry, at all, that he'd picked up Kiku, Otama, and Speed as they left the isolated island but he was frustrated and angry that they were now all that was left of his and Killer's crew.

"This isn't exactly my scene," Eustass growled, looking around at the beach where a huge number of merchants and laborers were putting up hasty bodegas and tents.

-

Basil Hawkins was a little out of his element, though it was hardly a surprise. He'd been out of his element ever since his entire crew had been butchered by Kaidou. The briefest semblance of something familiar and customary came with Captain Kid's welcoming of him into his crew, only for that to be rather swiftly dashed.

The turn of the cards came up against them, and they'd gone face to face with a marine battleship and a madman of an admiral. It had not gone in their favor. Kid lost his entire crew save for the misfits he'd taken on in Wano, Basil included, and been set adrift only to be saved by the infamous 'Pirate Prince' and 'Bartolomeo the Cannibal' when they swung by to investigate the ashes.

One dead admiral later, and they had latched onto the mysterious signal circling the whole world. A call to either watch streaming over the illegal 'video transponder snail' signal hijacking, or attend in person the concert of a girl named 'Uta'.

Basil had known of her. His first mate had brought one of her tone dials on board back in Sabaody. Her music was interesting, holding something primal and dark under the candy-coated vocals and her sweet-tempered voice.

But that didn't mean he was exactly comfortable in the crowded masses bustling about setting up their stalls and stands to hawk overpriced garbage his way. 

"This isn't exactly my scene," Kid had said.

"No, I can't imagine it is Captain," he replied with a note of amusement.

Ahead, Otama was running around with wide eyes and an excited grin. The teenage kunoichi had likely never seen anything like this, had she?

She pointed to a stand and looked back at Kid. "They're going to be selling 'tee shirts' here, Captain!" 

Kid glanced over and grunted. "No kidding."

Killer, on the other hand, actually looked interested. "Might be fun to have a souvenir of whatever's gonna go down here. Also— we don't have any spare clothes."

Basil nodded slowly. The man did have a point. All their clothes, everything they owned except for what was on their backs were gone. Expensive or no, it wouldn't go amiss to grab something. The image of Killer in one of the red and white themed concert shirts flashed through his mind– it wasn't distasteful, that much was certain. 

Kid looked at Killer incredulously. "You want a t-shirt?"

"Maybe."

Otama grinned wider. "He's got the right idea! I love the color. Whoever this Uta is, she's got a great sense of color. Oh!" she seemed to get distracted by a stand being set up proclaiming 'Tone Dials for Sale'

Speed chuckled as she walked with her hand on her hip. "Come on, Captain. Killer would look pretty good in onna those shirts… and we are, admittedly, a bit hard up." 

"We are," Kidd agreed, grudgingly. "Concert t-shirts aren't about to ease my own fucking suffering but I'll allow it."

He paused, and touched his chin with his hand, smiling his feral, wicked smile.. "Do you want to wait until they're set up or should we just fucking help ourselves to a box right now?"

Otama was already slowly inching towards the box of tone dials. It seemed he had her answer. Basil chuckled softly under his breath at the sight.

O-Kiku put her hand to her chin, her eyes closed thoughtfully as she drifted along. "We can always support the local merchants later, if we are so possessed. But for the here and now— we're pirates, are we not?"

Basil gestured with his straw arm towards the scattered handful of people in 'event' shirts. Staff, most likely. Locals. "If we manage to stay undetected we may not even be ejected from the venue, Captain." 

Kid raised an eyebrow. "Subterfuge ain't my usual style. But if you've got a thought, give it to me."

-

Barto hadn't seen Cavendish this excited since— no, no he just hadn't seen Cavendish this excited, period. The waifish pirate captain was gleefully prancing through the rows of stalls as they were being set up, talking excitedly about the thrill of live music.

Now, it wasn't like Barto didn't get it. There was a HELL of a thrill with live music. The pounding sound, the movement of the people, the excitement of bein' there for something that'd never happen the same way again. It was a damn heady mix, and he was already feeling lively just thinking about it.

It being Uta only helped more. He'd heard her a few times in his quest to catch up to Straw Hat Luffy, and …well. As a professional fan, he had to say he knew why the whole world was hyped about Uta. He grinned at Cavendish. The real surprise was how excited the prince over there was. "Didn't know you were a big Uta fan, Cavey." 

"Fame has to keep up with fame, Barto!" he declared, watching some men paste up an enormous poster of Uta. "Can you imagine how insane everyone would go if I were seen together with her? We have to make sure the papers see us here."

Barto rubbed the back of his neck with a dubious smile that exposed one of his fangs. "I mean, wouldn't that start a war? You always go on about how if you're seen with a woman the whole world will erupt into war, right?" 

"No, no, dear, it's different because Uta's famous. All the speculation will increase both of our profiles. Unlike some poor random girl who'd simply be, you know, dragged out and beaten to death." He waved his hand dismissively, as if it was obvious.

"...fuckin' shit, the lifestyles of the rich and famous sure are brutal, Cavey." Barto shook his head with a grin before he laughed. "Alright. We'll BOTH get seen with her. I love her music, pal…if it helps boost her profile and yours, I'll engineer a whole-ass photoshoot." 

"Perfect!" Cavendish cooed, draping himself against Barto's side. "It's even juicier if we're both in the shot, really. It gives fans more to talk about. And it'll boost your profile, of course, though I know that doesn't concern you too much."

"Nothing wrong with a little free publicity, huh?" Barto looped his arm over the man's shoulders as he watched the Kid pirates— or rather, Basil, cheating some idiot shopkeeper out of his money with his deck of cards. "Dunno, wasn't exactly my big concern for a while but you're startin' to rub off on me." 

"It's about time you had a positive influence in your life, Barto!" he teased, winding a finger through his hair, and tugging on it teasingly. He followed his gaze and tutted. "What are they doing over there. Oh my goodness, are they getting t-shirts? I want one!"

"I think they're…" He watched as the small-figured ninja girl swiped an entire stack of boxes from behind two of the tents and vanished into the shadow where a taller figure was waiting. "They're robbing them blind. Huh. Good for 'em. You gotta make your own fun, even at something as exciting as the Uta concert, right?" 

Cavendish squealed excitedly. "Oh, let's see if they'll share, shall we? Otherwise we can steal some of our own." 

He grabbed Barto's arm and hauled him towards the excitement.

-

Basil ducked out from the shady inlet behind a row of shops in a new shirt and long coat, the fluttering coat bearing Uta the Idol's personal flag and the face bearing a skeletal pair of hands forming a heart to the backing of neon pink and blue flames bearing the text 'Backlight'.

It wasn't exactly his style, but he had to admit it held a bit of charm to it. The box of now emptied merch sat behind him as he rejoined the crew, watching as Otama played around with the set of tone dials she'd hooked to her stolen belt.

Yes, things had gone according to plan, and It just wasn't the Grand Line Entertainment Commission's lucky day. 

At least in the end only one of them had to be knocked out and left in a heap. 

The rest of the crew had helped empty the box, and now quite a few of them— including Barto and Cavendish– were wearing some greater or lesser amount of Uta merchandise. In the end, even Eustass changed his shirt to one of the more edgy looking logos.

"The coat suits you," he grumbled at him.

Basil turned to him with a slim smile and a thankful incline of his head. "And that shirt doesn't look half bad on you, Kid. Fetching, even."

He watched as Otama ran up to Kiku to show her the tone dial, who was fussing with the collar of her own jacket with an amused edge to her smile. Unsurprisingly to Basil she'd gone with one of the more feminine designs in the box…she was in luck that it was in her size.

"It suits the mood, and suits you well enough for it. I admit, I never expected to wind up at a concert quite like this." 

Kid grunted with something like wry amusement. "Yeah, me neither." He glanced away, and Basil followed his gaze, to Killer.

Killer had grabbed a t-shirt, too. A cute white one with a design of Uta's face on it. 

It was about three sizes too small on him and showed his entire stomach.

That seemed to be what Kid was looking at.

Admittedly it was a pretty captivating view. He watched for a moment himself through lidded eyes before he took a soft breath and continued. "but I think we should make the best of it."

Speed had appeared in some candy-colored dress to punch Killer in the shoulder with a grin, and chatting loud enough for Basil to hear her joke 'imagine that shirt on you when you shift into a boar, man'.

Kid smiled his grim smile, not bothering to tear his eyes away as he answered. "We'll make the best of it. I'm thinking we wait until everyone's busy in the middle of the concert and then make off with the coolest ship in the dock."

"Clever man/" Basil's voice took on a low purr. He put his hand on his chin. "It's no wonder we were rivals once. When Uta's concert hits its peak, we put our future in the hands of causality. A concert like this should bring all the choice we could ask for." 

Kid slipped his arm around Basil's shoulders. "Keep an eye out for one that catches your fancy. We can add the spikes and skulls later if we have to."

Basil laughed under his breath, shoulder to shoulder with the man as he watched the crew…strange and eclectic as they were, laugh and chatter in their new clothes.

"Aye aye captain. We wouldn't want to fall too far off theme after all." 

-

Cavendish tugged on the lapels of his new coat as he stood and modeled it in front of Barto– and the girls from Kid's crew.

"Looking gorgeous, Cavendish," Barto snickered as he watched the man preen like a show cat. It was charming honestly. The guy's self-love was off the charts in a way that seemed to spill out to the people around him.

He fussed with his own coat, black with the word 'Uta' on its shoulder, bare chested and wearing a pair of neon-color striped black pants and chains. The right kind of attire to celebrate the first show of the Grand Line's biggest surprise star.

Speed hung a little behind while Cavendish preened, mostly watching with amusement as Otama whistled and leaned in with a grin. "Wow, Mr. Cavendish, you sure look ready for the concert."

O-Kiku tilted her head to the side as she watched the man in a way that was not unlike he was some kind of mysterious bug under a glass. 

"You're too kind," Cavendish purred, preening even more. He tossed his golden hair and it glittered in the sunlight. "I feel much more in tune with the venue now. Oh— but really we ought to bring all our other clothes back to the ship, don't you think? It would be miserable to lug them around all day. Unless you want to carry them for us, Barto?"

Barto looked up, snapped out of his concentration on the man's hair for a moment to hold his hands up with a grimace. 

"Woah, I mean…I'd be happy to carry 'em but I actually wanna SEE Uta at the concert and not just the entirety of the Kid Pirates' dirty laundry."

He overheard Kiku murmur towards Kid something along the lines of 'is he always like this? He breaks the bounds of human vanity. It's impressive.'

Cavendish didn't seem to hear her— or if he did, he made no sign of it. "That's what I was thinking you'd say, dear. So let's get these things back to the ship so we can go back to touring the venue, shall we? Maybe we'll run into Uta if we can sneak backstage!"

Now that got Barto's attention! "Well what are we wastin' time for, Cavey! Let's fuckin' GO!!" He ran over and started gathering up the discarded clothes and hefted them up in a smooth movement.

"Ladies, captains, gents. Lemme take care of these for ya." 

Soon they'd gathered up all the extra clothes— Barto had more of them, but Cavendish did at least carry a fair share— and had brought them back to the ship. They were on their way back to meet up with the others when something new caught Barto's attention.

A group of children in oversized business-wear and staff shirts were charging through the stalls in an uproar, chasing after a figure that bolted in a long coat that trailed along the ground as they hopped and skipped up onto the top of a tent with a sharp and abrasive laugh.

"Just 'cause you idiots gave me a ride doesn't mean I'm gonna be your chore girl forever!" the figure yelled as she stood. A long and messy tumble of hot-pink hair fell from under her battered teal cap, framing a childish face split in a wide and wicked grin painted with a dollop of lipstick.

She had a bucket of popcorn under one arm, and a large turkey drumstick in the other hand that she tore a chunk from before she grew into the form of a young woman. Her loose fitting clothes clung tight to her larger form as she stood and pointed down with them after swallowing.

"You're in the presence of Jewelry Bonney, twerps! One of the Worst Generation, and a future pirate queen!" 

That brought Cavendish up short, and he paused to stare. "Well! Quite a few well known faces here, would you say!"

"Well I'll be damned," Barto said with a lopsided grin. "Bonney! I thought she …well. After that whole mess I heard about with Blackbeard, I thought she'd dropped out of the race. But here she is, huh?"

He was glad. Bonney was a spitfire, a real nightmare of a pirate who had been taking the Grand Line by storm. A pirate's pirate. And then she'd gone radio silent.

Bonney took another bite of the turkey leg—seemed her ravenous hunger didn't wane since her vanishing— and broke out into a sharp laugh. "So you're all gonna give me all the food, drink, and merch I want and I'm gonna enjoy Miss Uta's concert? Got it? Chase after me and you're gonna be stuck reliving your primary days…or WORSE!" 

Cavendish laughed."Good for her! Guess she's harder to knock around than one might think! Bonney!! Good show!" He jumped up on his tiptoes and waved at her. It seemed like Cavendish had decided this whole concert thing was a party.

Bonney's attention snapped to them, and for a moment she squinted at them as if to try figuring out what to make of them.

And then she smiled from ear to ear. "Lookit who it is! It's Barto and Cavendish! WOW, I thought you guys were gonna stick around Paradise forever!"

She made a move to hop down when one of the youthified vendors began to shake the tent in what Barto was sure was an attempt to send her toppling to the ground. 

Cavendish, ever the noble spirit— raced forward arms outstretched to catch her as she toppled

The fearsome 'Glutton Bonney' let out a squeak as she fell, landing solidly in the arms of Cavendish as the vendors scattered.

One of them stayed though, speaking up with as much of a growl as he could manage with his young and cracking voice.

 "That brat stole hundreds of berries worth of food from me after I was kind enough to give her a ride! So help me, I'm either putting her to work, or sending her to the local authorities!" 

Cavendish's eyes flashed with menace and there was an oddly jolting quality to the motion as he cocked his head to glare hotly at the man. He licked his teeth. "Oh, is that so?"

The man– or boy at the moment, Barto couldn't help but snicker– took a step back with a grimace. "It is! Even a child knows that passage comes with a cost!"

Bonney wriggled in Cavendish's arms for a moment before she reached for her belt. "...lemme down and I'll show this guy kinda future he's got! You'd think some rich fucking merchant could look the other way, but noo, moneybags over here has a stick up his ass!"

Barto cast a barrier between the man and them, both to protect Bonney from his wrath and uh…frankly to prevent a scene. He knew that face on Cavendish. That was a 'bodies were going to hit the floor' kind of expression. 

Cavendish set Bonney down gently, and reached for his own belt. Barto was absolutely right to cast the barrier— he was out for blood.

"A stick up his ass?" he laughed, eyes flashing. "We could cut it out for him."

A feral edge had overtaken Bonney's expression as she grabbed her pistol by her side with a giggle. "We could! I could also give him a little 'near death experience' to shut him up for a long, long time!"

"Hey uh…" Barto wasn't used to being the sane one in any given situation. The sensible one. The one who wasn't going to start a fucking murder spree at his favorite musical artist's big concert…but hey. Life works in mysterious ways.

"Who wants to go get some lemonade and glowsticks with me? Maybe see if we can get a special face to face with Uta? Remember?" 

Cavendish' expression twitched. "That's… true…" He glanced at Bonney, seeming to try to judge her mood.

Bonney's expression of rage very quickly melted into a wide grin at the offer of a sweet drink and the chance to see the musical star personally. It seemed that she rather quickly forgot the merchant as she turned towards them with a clasp of her hands together. "You're gonna pay? Guys, You're the best." The situation was defused—Barto finally let the barrier drop only for Bonney to lurch forward and pat the merchant on the top of the head, sending him another handful of years younger as she cackled and turned towards them. "Mind if I ask for a snack too?" 

Cavendish laughed. "You live up to your reputation, Bonney! Come on, let's get a bit away from all this before we find you something to devour."

Barto was glad he and Cavendish had wound up embroiled in …a situation together, he wasn't sure exactly what to call it. For many reasons, really. One of them, especially as Jewelry Bonney the Glutton rubbed her hands together, was 'thank the damn devils of the sea that Cavendish has deep fuckin' pockets or my boys would go broke tonight'.

Bonney laughed excitedly, clapping him on the back with a grin as she pointed towards the stalls deeper in."You'd better! This whole mess started because I was startin' to get hungry and bored!" 

"Well, we can relate to that," Cavendish teased. His expression had returned to normal for the moment, and he slung his arm around Barto. "Barto gets hungry, and I get bored."

Admittedly, Cavendish getting bored was just as dangerous as Barto going broke.

Barto laughed sharply. "And both those situations don't end well for people," He grinned. "Cavendish getting bored maybe worst of all. Don't let his prettyboy looks fool ya."

Bonney fell into step beside them, her hands behind her head as she looked him over. "I heard stories that he was a real fuckin' maniac. Like…'a deadly storm of blades' in Dressrosa." 

"Oh, you heard about that? Let me tell you all about the coliseum, and the fight afterward!"

There was no stopping Cavendish once he got started. They wandered back toward the rest of the group to the sound of his admittedly melodic voice.

He kept his arm slung around the man the entire time , listening to the story he'd heard a thousand times and seen once —even if the specifics of Cavendish's greatness kept shifting and growing grander and grander with each telling— as Bonney looked on with a curious grin.

This Uta concert was a hell of a meeting of the greats, bigger than Sabaody , bigger than Loguetown—anyone who was anyone from Worst Generation to a beloved Idol were congregation' in on the show of a lifetime.

Things were going to be fucking wild, and Barto was glad to be smack dab in the middle of it with the pirate prince.

[cwritesforfun]

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader: LOVE

You work closely with Rod and focus on booking bands for festivals. You know Teddy because you've attended rehearsals of different bands and he's always friendly with you.

Your First Name = Y/N Your Last Name = L/N Narrator = Julia Dunne (but Narrator for sake of the story)

**** the timeline is going to seem weird lol but I'm just writing what I want to write lol

Narrator: Could you just introduce yourself and what you do? Y/N: Of course, so my name is Y/N. Back in the '70s, I was attending college while also interning/assisting a festival booking agent. My boss, Mr. Murray, trusted me and was too high to do his job most of the time, so I got to find bands for festivals. It was amazing. I've always loved music and I love discovering new music even now. Narrator: And when did you meet The Six? Y/N: I met them as they were recording Aurora. Teddy invited me as well as their tour manager, Rod, who was someone I knew in the music industry to hear what they would be playing for upcoming concerts. I had heard Honeycomb and like the rest of the world, I was hooked by the new sound that the Six brought to the world. I was very excited, but I had to act professionally at the rehearsal. It was my job.

You arrive at the rehearsal, see Rod parking next to you, and you smile. Perfect timing. You shake hands with him before you both head inside to the rehearsal space. All heads turn our way.

Y/N: My first thought was how hot the whole band was. Eddie: Y/N was so beautiful. She was dressed so professionally and held herself so confidently when she first walked in.

Rod exclaims, "This is Y/N, she's a festival booking agent intern." Billy asks, "So, where's the other festival booking agent? The Mr. Murray." You answer, "Mr. Murray is unavailable today but will be present at the festival. To clarify, I am your primary point of contact regarding festivals and have the necessary authority to make decisions about festival lineups. If you have any doubts about my ability to do so, I can inform Mr. Murray that your band is not interested in playing festivals." Billy replies, "No no. You're great actually. I guess I just thought he would be here." You snap, "Learn to accept that people might let you down." Daisy replies, "Story of my life. My name is Daisy Jones."

Y/N: I was used to everyone thinking that I was too young and that I wouldn't be able to do my job. That's how so many bands were put on the blacklist for festivals. I would just label them as Uninterested. Do I regret snapping at Billy? No. I know the lead singer stereotype and also I wanted to book The Six. Eddie: I was in love with her. As soon as she stood up to Billy, I wanted to bow down at her feet and just praise her. Daisy: I liked Y/N. I liked her confidence in her position. It was refreshing to see young women who were taking over male roles. Billy: Y/N was right to snap. I shouldn't have assumed anything. Rod: I forget Y/N was only 21 when this happened. She seemed so mature in her responses.

The band sets up to play a few songs for you and Rod. You take a seat on the couch with Rod and he offers you a glass of champagne, which you gladly take. The band plays and you love it so much.

Y/N: I loved Daisy Jones and The Six. They were amazing, especially their new album. Each song brought something new and was collectively beautiful. Eddie kept meeting my eyes as he played. It was hot. Billy: After we played for Y/N and Rod, it was nerve-wracking. I didn't know what would happen or when. Rod said he knew we would sell places out. I was surprised how quick Y/N flipped through her binder and found a slot for us at 3 festivals. I shouldn't have doubted her abilities. She showed us how she picked them, why they aligned with our music, and how they would promote our music more. She clearly had a passion for festivals and music. Eddie: Y/N gave us all business cards with her number. Did I want to use it for personal reasons? Yes. Did I? Not yet. Daisy: I was the first one from the band to call Y/N on her personal phone. She seemed surprised to hear from me. See, Camila invited me to a house party with the rest of the band and I didn't want to show up alone. I knew the band liked Y/N and she was intimidating, so I invited her to go with me. She said yes. Y/N: Hahaha, yeah it was so weird. Usually, my first call from the band is someone claiming there is something wrong with their hotel room and that mine would be better. That one never works. They just want sex. I also get asked to become a groupie because bands love my energy at shows. So Daisy's call inviting me to a party was actually kind of nice. I shouldn't mix work with fun, but who cares? I was 21 and needed some fun in my life. I also didn't own a car, so sharing a taxi was fun. Daisy and I drank a whole bottle of wine.

Daisy drops the extra bottle of wine and we both just laugh then she seems annoyed. You exclaim, "Look, you still have the pineapple and I still have cookies. They don't need wine." She replies, "Yeah, but I feel like Billy will hold this against me." You reply, "Direct him to me then." She smiles.

We walk in and Camila is happy. She excitedly talks to us and gets us drinks. She seems sweet. Billy walks over and you can feel the tense energy in the room. He apologizes to you for what he said when you first met. You thank him and ask where the rest of the band is only to find out they are all outside.

You make your way outside, see more drinks, grab one, and then the rest of the band sees you. Warren pulls you into a hug, which you weren't expecting. Then Graham and Karen give you hugs. Then Eddie gives you one and you feel your heartbeat skip a beat. Great.

Graham asks, "So, how was the ride with Daisy?" You answer, "We drank a whole bottle of wine. It was good." Warren laughs and asks, "Have you heard any bands better than us for festivals?" You answer, "No, you all are my favorite. But, you can't tell anyone. It will ruin my job. I'm serious. If I find out one of you ruined this job for me, you're done." Karen says, "I think you need more alcohol." You nod and answer, "I do." Eddie: Y/N was intimidating. She was a smart and beautiful woman who didn't put up with anyone's shit. I was scared to talk to her. But, Warren convinced me to approach her and talk to her at that party. I was nervous as hell, but that conversation was good. We talked for a while and we got to know each other. Y/N: Eddie was so nervous and it was so cute. I was nervous too. I didn't want to slip up and ruin my job. I also was nervous about having a crush on a member of a band. I worked with several and I was worried he just wanted to use me for sex. Graham: I've never seen Eddie like that. He was with one girl for the whole party. He even called her a taxi to go home because she didn't want to spend the night. He was head over heels for her. Y/N: Eddie and I hung out just us two a few times before they went on tour. It was hard to get together because I was usually out of town or visiting bands and he was always rehearsing. I also went to another party at the band's house and I spent the night that time. I stayed in Eddie's bed next to him and that night was the start of our relationship. We both couldn't sleep and we both confessed that we liked each other. It was cute. Eddie: I still can't believe she liked me at the time. We went on a few dates, but then the tour was about to start. She was worried about my lifestyle during the tour and she told me that festival season kept her busy and that she was worried we wouldn't make time for each other. She also told me that it was okay if I slept with other girls because we weren't really in a relationship yet. I was falling in love with her at the time, but I hadn't fully come to terms with that yet. I told her she was the only one for me, but she didn't seem to trust me and I wouldn't have trusted me then either. I was still high or drunk all the time with no thoughts about the future. I wasn't the most trustworthy guy, but I wanted to be for Y/N. Trust is built and I know that. So, I agreed to a temporary break-up at least until the end of the tour if we still wanted to date at that point.

FESTIVAL STOP #1 ... 2 weeks into TOUR

Eddie: I was so excited to see Y/N again. I missed her and I realized I loved her when we were apart. I fell in love fast and that was scary to me because I knew that what I felt was real and what if she did not feel the same way. It was scary. When we pulled up to the festival in the middle of this desert, it was Mr. Murray waiting for us and I was so worried for Y/N. I didn't understand where she was and why she didn't greet us. I was worried she was fired or mad at me. Karen: I've never seen Eddie so worried or Billy so confused. You could tell that Mr. Murray didn't know the festival that well and Billy was annoyed about it. Eddie asked about Y/N at least 3 times. Mr. Murray just told us that she was our guide and we would see her later. I think Eddie had a lot on his mind and needed to see Y/N to be able to relax before the show. Y/N: Mr. Murray was hopeless. He was meeting the bands at the gate, but he wasn't giving them proper instructions. He would give them instructions on how to find the trailers and tell them when they were set to perform and that was it. I would have to find the bands long before their set and give them a proper rundown to make sure everything ran smoothly. I was running back and forth across the festival to make sure things went smoothly logistically. It was a nightmare of a day for the most part... Eddie was the light in my rather dark day.

You find Daisy Jones and The Six sitting outside the band trailers smoking. They all look so happy to see you and Rod says, "We had a great chat with your boss. I think Billy really enjoyed him." You glance at Billy who rolls his eyes. You laugh and exclaim, "That's why I'm here. I know you need a rundown and I'm here to make sure you know what to do for tonight. Is everyone ready?" They all nod and you talk them through the whole rest of the day/night. They ask questions and you're quick to clarify it all. By the end, they seem to understand everything and seem better off. You exclaim, "Great chat, okay, I'm going to find the 3 pm band. Their set is in 45 minutes and they have no crew nearby ready for setup. I will be back for you 40 minutes before your set unless Rod takes you to the stage." Rod says, "I don't mind. You seem busy. I know where to go and how to avoid crazy fans." You nod and you start to leave when you feel a hand on your wrist. You turn to see Eddie looking down at you with worried eyes asking you, "Can we talk?" You answer, "Sure," before you can stop yourself.

You lead Eddie to a quieter spot in the band area and he asks, "So... um... how have you been?" You sigh and ask, "Is this just to catch up? Listen, Eddie, today has been really stressful and my boss is making everything worse. If this isn't pressing, I need to go and fix this festival. If we need to talk, I will be off tonight and with you for a week. I can't wait to be off work and traveling with you for a week." He looks down at his hands and asks, "Was there anyone else while I was gone?" You take his hands in yours and answer, "No, there wasn't." He smiles and says, "Good. You're kind of it for me and I wanted to make sure we were on the same page." You press a light kiss on his cheek and say, "You're the only one for me too. I need to go, Eddie. You're going to play great tonight and I can't wait to see you perform live. I also cannot wait to travel with you. I do need to go." He kisses me on the cheek and says, "Thank you, and good luck. You got this, Y/N. I'll see you later."

Daisy Jones & The Six hit the stage. They're stunning. You swear, they just keep getting better and better. The audience goes crazy for them and you see so many silly fan signs about Billy. You even notice Mr. Murray enjoying the performance. You gave the band the sunset slot and

After their set, you're still double-checking everything for the headliner, but you notice the band lingering backstage. You run over to them, and ask, "Hey, if you guys want to watch our headliner, you can go upstairs to the second-floor view or you can watch over here. Whichever you prefer really." Daisy asks, "When are you free??" You answer, "Oh, I still need to make sure the headliner gets here and set-up for that is good. I can relax during their set, but then I have to make sure they get out of here just fine. I can't leave until it's all done. I have the name of the hotel you're staying at from Eddie and I can meet you all there after. I don't to keep you waiting." Rod says, "Dear Y/N, you will make one hell of a festival booking agent one day. I'm going to speak to your boss' boss about you." You say, "Thank you, sir. That's really kind of you." Mr. Murray storms over and says, "Y/N, we have an issue. Follow me." You wave bye to the band and follow your boss.

Y/N: They all stayed for the headliner. I left with them because Rod told my boss that they needed me that night. Mr. Murray didn't even fight him on it. I was happy about that. Narrator: What happened to Mr. Murray? Y/N: He was fired a few days after the festival. Most of the bands complained about him to their tour managers and their tour managers spoke to HR and HR spoke to his boss. I was called about the news while I was with Daisy Jones and The Six. I was also offered a pay increase until graduation and a full-time position after graduation. I would be able to view and sign the contract upon my return to work. Narrator: How was your week off? Y/N: It was one of the best weeks of my life.

You arrive at the hotel, happy to have a week off from work. You sit with the band in Daisy's bus eating burgers. You're still not sure how Rod knew your order. You were sitting on Eddie's lap on the couch next to Warren. Eddie has his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as if you were going to leave at any time.

Warren exclaims, "Y/N, Eddie asked your boss several times where you were earlier. Your boss didn't seem to want to answer that. I think he hated us. Because then Billy was sassing him and was annoyed too. Does your boss hate you or something?" You answer, "He didn't answer because he really had no idea where I was. I was running from stage to stage and to the trailers the whole day fixing his mess. It's his fault for not doing his job in the first place." Warren says, "You really helped Eddie relax before the show, Y/N. Did you guys have really hot sex or something?" You cough up some of the drink you were sipping on and Eddie says, "Dude, not cool." Warren shrugs and laughs then starts talking animatedly to a groupie. Eddie leans to your ear and whispers, "Let me know when you want to go. We have a hotel room for just us." I turn to face him and say, "That was very forward of you." His face blushes bright red and he says, "I wasn't saying that, but I mean I wouldn't mind that." You laugh and you lean in to kiss him on the lips, which he does.

You spend another hour or two with the band drinking and finally, you tell Eddie that you're tired. You take a shower together then get into bed. You lay your head on his chest and exclaim, "Just so you know, I'm really happy to be here right now." He asks, "Do you mean on tour, on break from work, or with me?" You answer, "All three, but mainly with you. I missed you a lot. I'm sorry I told you that we should part ways until the time was right. I was overthinking and overreacting to something that hadn't even happened." He kisses your forehead and says, "I missed you a lot too. I wrote a song about you. I also ... I think you should know that I'm falling in love with you and I can't stop myself." You look at him and kiss him on the lips. You say, "I'm falling in love with you too, Eddie. I want to hear that song one day when you're happy with it." He smiles and says, "You will, baby."

Eddie: We spent that night together and we were so blissfully happy. That was an amazing night. She loved me back. All was right in the world. Y/N: We were rudely awoken by Warren who came running into the room to tell us about the night he had. Eddie kept pulling me closer and closer the whole time as Warren spoke. Warren told us that our PDA was too much before he left. Eddie: I was happy. There was never enough PDA with the one you love. Warren: Haha yeah those two were attached at the hip the whole week starting that very first night and they were always kissing or touching in some way. I wanted that so badly. I wanted a girlfriend. My time would come just not yet. Y/N: The rest of that week was amazing. We had a great week together. When I had to return to work, Eddie and I both cried. The band drove me to the airport and I saw tears in all of their eyes. I loved to see that they loved me as much as I loved them. I truly loved that band, mainly Eddie. I got back to work and was promoted. It was great. I saw Eddie and the band at two more festivals. I didn't know that the last festival was going to be the last time I saw them all together as a band. I wish I had treasured that performance and that experience more. When Eddie left the band, he just showed up at my door. Eddie: I left and I knew where I had to go. I had to go to the one place where I felt at home and at peace. I went to see Y/N. She made me feel loved and appreciated. I love her. Narrator: I notice a wedding ring. Y/N: Eddie and I got engaged a year after the band broke up. Then, we got married a year after that. Warren was Eddie's best man and he was so happy for us. We were happy to have him there. Daisy and Karen showed up too. They were both so happy for us. Billy sent a present and a sweet note. Graham was also busy that weekend. Graham visited us with his wife once. Eddie was so happy at our wedding, and so was I. It was the best night of my life. Eddie: That wedding was the happiest night of my life. I married the love of my life. It was pure bliss. Warren: Eddie and Y/N's wedding was great. There was lots of booze, lots of dancing, and delicious food. Lisa and I had a great time there. Karen kept running on stage to play songs on the keyboard with the band, they loved it. Daisy was happy for Y/N and it was good to see her happy again. Daisy: I love Y/N. I wouldn't have missed her wedding for the world. Eddie is cool. I'm glad he and Y/N are together. Karen: I don't remember most of their wedding after 10 pm. I drank a lot and had a massive hangover the next day. I had fun. I was happy that Eddie found his soulmate. Y/N: Karen said I was Eddie's soulmate and it certainly feels like we were meant to be together. Narrator: And did you get the festival booking agent job? Y/N: Haha yeah I did. I run the place now. I still book festivals, but there is more flexibility with this job. I get to do what I love, which is something I am so proud to say. Eddie is a producer and he sends some of his clients to me for festivals. We love it when we see each other at work. We call each other work wife and work husband. Eddie: I love my job and I love seeing Y/N at work. My work and home wife forever and ever.

[keyh0use]

can i have more latin barry head canons!!!

For you? Anything ♡ Barry's first gen; his parents moved to the U.S when he only a few years old.

♡ Up until the point of leaving, Barry and his parents lived with his abuela.

♡ The family of three moved into a lower income neighbourhood where people were a lot more standoffish than they were used to and Barry had to learn how to defend himself too young.

♡ The first couple years of school were difficult for Barry and he would often be sent to the nurse for chest pain, his lack of accommodation for the language barrier causing frequent anxiety attacks.

♡ This prompted Barry to check out library book after library book to practice because paper wouldn't laugh at him for stumbling over words. That's also when his love for reading was first ignited. ♡ Barry's parents were very hard workers, but they always took time off for his birthdays and competitions and concerts.

♡ Which, speaking of, Barry was always rewarded for achievements with a toy from the dollar store or a happy meal (:

♡ Barry was taught to be independent from a very young age. How to cook, clean, groom himself were all just a part of everyday lessons.

♡ Even though his parents were learning English at their own pace, Barry attended every appointment because like hell was he going to let anyone take advantage of his mama and papa. ♡ Making his parents proud has always been a core part of his life; aiming for great grades and good impressions on elders. ♡ Barry's family back home constantly keep him updated on their lives + the village news, sending him videos of festivals going on and captioning it with things like can't wait till you visit! ♡ Easily gives up any dream of going to post-secondary school in favour of joining the military to help his family out

♡ Religiously watches a popular telenovela because it's a way to connect with his abuela, the two talking for hours after each episode ♡ Barry blasts music while cleaning just like his mother always did ♡ Whenever Barry talks to his cousins, they're always poking fun at his spanglish ♡ Barry receives handmade gifts every year; curtains, knitted sweaters, paintings ♡ Growing up in a childhood home so full of light and love, he often worried while all alone in the OBX he would never be able to replicate it for the family he creates. ♡ Which wasn't really a big deal because Barry had always been so focused on chasing money to be concerned with dating, despite his family bothering him about when he would finally settle down. But all that changed when he met Rafe, obviously. Turns out he was worried about nothing, naturally Barry is good at reassurance and comforting and keeping his mouth shut, able to handle the boy he wants to spend his life with because loving Rafe is as easy as breathing ♡ Barry knew he had nothing to worry about when he told his abuela. Still, he could barely choke down his overflowing emotions when all she did was make a comparison between him and Rafe and one of the couples on their show. ♡ Big families always have conflicts and differing opinions. So it's no surprise he was sick to his stomach about every aunt, uncle and cousin finding out he's with another man and possibly driving an even bigger wedge between everyone than the giant distance. ♡ Everyone was accepting, though. (because if they weren't, well, they'd have to face Barry's best friend in the whole world; abuela) ♡ Grows his own spices on the windowsill ♡ Rafe is (though he wouldn't label himself as such) pescatarian. Sure, there are times when image makes him do unfavourable things like choke down tiny pieces of steak over dinner with his father but it's a one-off. Barry picked up on this really early into the relationship and makes him try stuff like ceviche and alters other traditional dishes to include seafood ♡ Barry practically burns his fingerprints off whenever he cooks, flipping food with his bare hands or not shielding himself while oil splashes. It drives Rafe insane ♡ Dotes on Rafe when the kook is sick; vegetable dishes only, vaporub seemingly everywhere, forcing him to keep hydrated ♡ Barry is romantic. He just is. That's not something that can be debated, sorry. ♡ He dances around the kitchen with Rafe in the kitchen while they're high, writes love letters while they're apart and feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest when Rafe willingly joins him down at the docks to cuddle up while fishing ♡ Accepting money for product is one thing, accepting an expensive watch because his 13-year-old one has finally kicked the bucket out of pure love is entirely another. It takes Barry a long time to accept the fact Rafe expects nothing in return, just wants to shower him in gifts. ♡ Barry has a box under his bed with every birthday card his family has ever sent him. ♡ Hot rich boyfriend or not, Barry outright refuses to let Rafe cover all the bills. When they make their living arrangement official, they split the cost evenly and it's a giant stress-reliever. ♡ Rafe thought nothing could be hotter than Barry's drawl until he heard him go off in Spanish. It always slips in and out when Barry gets close and afterwards Rafe will make him translate, butchering the foreign words when Barry asks what I say, baby? ♡ Rafe does make a serious effort to learn, though <3 ♡ The first time Rafe spends the night at Barry's parents house he bites into imitation fruit that was on the kitchen table for display. At random times Barry will remember the look on his face and the teeth impressions on the plastic and how flustered he got trying to explain himself, and Barry absolutely loses his shit laughing for the millionth time

[emlee81]

Ellie Williams-Birthday

***

Some minor swearing.

It's Ellie's fifteenth birthday and since you and Joel kind of adopted her as your daughter, you want to throw her a small party.

****

"Be careful!" You warn Joel as he struggles through the front door of the apartment, carrying a beautiful birthday cake just for Ellie.

He glares at you, but you can see the twinkle in his eyes and it makes you so happy that he agreed to do this.

Ever since you decided to strike out on your own and take Ellie as your daughter, you've been wanting only good memories for her.

Lord knows the poor girl has suffered plenty once that awful virus struck, leaving her as an orphan and without anyone she could really depend on.

And although you weren't too keen on agreeing to accept the task of taking her to that shitty Firefly camp just so they could experiment on her, using her blood to make a vaccine, somewhere along the way, you slowly fell in love with Ellie.

Now that things were back on track, sorta, you knew you couldn't just leave Ellie and you'd pleaded your case with Joel, who eagerly agreed.

Joel set the cake down on the kitchen counter and opened the box, peeking inside making sure that it was still intact.

"Ellie is gonna be so excited!" You exclaim. Joel rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Are you sure you're talking about the Ellie we know?"

"Oh my gosh, Joel!" You give him a dirty look before pulling out some bowls and spoons and some chocolate ice cream.

"I swear, you and Ellie are exactly the same."

"Hey now," Joel snaps. "There's no need to be rude!"

You just laugh, digging through the kitchen cabinet, searching for the ice cream scoop and placing it on the counter.

You walk to Joel, wrapping your arms around him. He's been through hell, this man. But he's a good guy, deep down inside and yes, he can be surly at times, but you wouldn't want anybody else.

***

Ellie walks into the living room, dropping her book bag on the floor and immediately stops, frowning at you and Joel, who are relaxing on the couch.

"Is something going on?" Ellie asks, her brown eyes wary. You suddenly want to punch yourself. You shouldn't have just been sitting here, waiting.

"Oh everything is just fine, baby girl. Joel and I have a surprise for you."

Ellie doesn't move from her spot and you're silently cursing yourself. She probably thinks something bad has happened.

"Ellie, it's your birthday, isn't it?" Joel pipes up. Ellie's eyes narrow and you turn giving Joel a Look.

"Yeah..." Joel stands up, walking over to Ellie, reaching into his back pocket and removing an envelope, presenting it to her.

Ellie raises her eyebrows but accepts the envelope, tearing into it and pulling out a note and some money.

"To be used when you attend the Blue Age Concert this Saturday evening at Seven P.M."

Ellie's expression turns from wariness to delight as she realizes that she's attending the concert she'd been bugging both you and Joel about for weeks.

"No flipping way! This is awesome! Thank you!' Ellie throws her arms around Joel, giving him a tight hug before rushing over to hug you

"You're welcome, Ellie. Happy birthday, baby girl." You grin, smoothing Ellie's loose hair back from her beaming face.

"There's cake and ice cream in the kitchen," Joel adds. "If you're interested."

"Are you kidding me?" Ellie has the biggest grin on her face and it warms you inside.

"I'd love some."

***

"You guys are the best." Ellie is finishing her second piece of cake, which she absolutely loved, still smiling.

"We wanted to make this day special for you," you say softly.

"Thanks." Ellie sets her bowl aside and comes to sit between you and Joel. You want to envelope her in a big hug but you also want to respect her personal boundaries.

Surprisingly, Ellie moves closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. You give her a kiss on the forehead.

"You and Joel were really great to decide to take me in, especially after everything we went through."

You're getting teary-eyed eyed and you're a little annoyed with yourself for doing so. But both Joel and Ellie look a little teary-eyed as well so it's not as awkward.

"You mean everything to us, Ellie," Joel murmurs, touching Ellie's back. She moves, hugging Joel as silent tears slip down your cheeks.

"You guys mean everything to me as well. I..I never had a real family. It's nice to have one now."

"We couldn't imagine life without you, Ellie," you say, stroking her hair.

"And I couldn't imagine life without either of you as well."

[purplesurveys]

1922

Are you genuinely a fan of Starbucks or do you think it’s all hype? I'm a fan. I go there all the time to work; and even if I don't need to be there for work it's the type of place I'd go out of my way for to get a drink. I like the way their coffee tastes, I like that they're everywhere, I like that they have parking lol, and I like that the staff is always nice regardless of which branch you're in.

Are you a fan of garlic bread? It's great but I'm not Millennial/Gen Z levels of hyped over it.

Do you own any personalized clothing? What’s the reason for getting it? No tbh I find that sort of design cringey but you do you haha.

Have you bothered to think of the future lately? I guess. Sure.

Is there something you are always interested in? Anything to do with...the universe, tbh, and what's unknown about it. I always gravitate towards new discoveries or new breakthroughs when it comes to the ocean depth, or galaxies far away from us, or finding habitable elements or whatever it is on a distant planet. You get the gist. Anything that was never known before, I'd love to read more on.

What did you last hear that made your jaw drop? We had an IRL r/AITA discussion in my friend group because Hans apparently has struck a nerve with not only Angela but also her parents for continuing to act not quite his age despite their current engagement and wedding next year. I knew Angela's frustrations, but when she dropped that her parents (the nicest, quietest people on the face of the earth) were also starting to feel vocally disappointed, that's when I got really surprised and told her to deal with him on this like yesterday.

Will you be attending any concerts in the next month? No. The only concerts I'm waiting for would be Seventeen (without Jeonghan AGAIN, ugh why does the man avoid me?) and BTS.

What have you been worried about lately? My mental health.

Do you know how to swim? I know the basics and how to keep myself afloat, yes.

Do you think you could go a week without sugar? For the most part. I think I'll only struggle with coffee, but I know how to drink an iced Americano so I'll manage.

Are you a fast or slow reader? Fast.

What was the last thing to upset you? It was about work. I don't want to talk about it, but what I can share is that it was bad enough to make me not acknowledge my dogs when I got home that night, and I had a panic attack alone at 11 PM.

What was the first tattoo you got or what would be the first tattoo you’ll get? I want something dedicated to my pets, so I've always been thinking about pawprints.

What is your favourite kind of fruit cobbler? No thanks...

Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? No.

Have you driven a car today? No, but I did last night when I went to the movies by myself.

Have you eaten soup this week? I don't think I did, no.

When was the last time you were at a pet store? Can't remember.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? School service. In other words I took what we'd call a 'bus,' but in reality they're just vans haha - the likes of L300s, Hiaces, Urvans etc.

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I am generous to the people I like and love.

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. I hate my hair right now as it's been unmaintained since losing the purple dye, and now the whole thing looks a way I'd personally call cheap. I spend a few minutes really getting into my hairstyle for the day and playing around with my hair so I can make the black and blonde look less messy.

Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? I have a to-do list for work but that's it.

Are your parents good cooks? My dad has been a chef all his life, so yes. My mom wouldn't count as a great cook but she cooks for us and I like her cooking all the same.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? No.

What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? I'm not in charge of bills but I did offer to buy a new microwave since our current one gave out, so that would technically be the answer.

What do you get complimented on the most? My writing. Every now and then someone'll say they like my hair but that I genuinely don't understand because it looks like shit now.

Do you believe in soul mates? No.

Who are the three most important people in your life? Angela and my parents.

Are you scared of the future? Not scared, maybe just agitated thinking about it not knowing what's yet to come.

What do you think of your best friend’s ex? She never had an ex.

Why did you go to the doctor the last time you went? Routine physical exam. I'm honestly surprised the results came out as well as they did, considering I don't exactly have the healthiest lifestyle.

Do you think you could handle a job in the medical field? Why or why not? No. I've heard the hours are grueling, and that's beside the fact that my profession lies nowhere near the medical field.

Do you prefer to play chess or checkers? I don't know how to play either but I'd love to be good at chess. I've always been a frustrated chess learner, i.e. I've had people teach me all the time how it works but nothing ever registers in my head lol.

If you had to go an entire week without using any technology, what do you think you would spend most of your time doing instead? Spend more time outdoors.

Do you prefer dark, brown or white chocolate? Dark or white.

How often do you wear necklaces? Never.

Would you rather wear a bracelet or a necklace? Necklace. Bracelets get in the way of writing/typing.

What’s your favorite song by Miley Cyrus? Slide Away.

Have you ever had a crush on a kinda-country boy? We don't really have the same sense/culture of 'country' as what I'm assuming this question is implying...the closest equivalent I can think of would be a boy born and raised in the province, and no, I've never had a crush on anyone like that.

Do you care about any of your exes at all? No, there's no reason to. We've been apart for a longer time than we were together.

Who last slapped your butt? That hasn't happened in years.

What kind of cake did you have for your last birthday? Didn't have any.

Have you ever had a panic attack? Yes. I had one two nights ago, lmao.

Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? None that I know of. Everyone I know and their moms have birthdays in September but all those seem to be done now.

Are your biceps at all noticeable? No.

When are you moving next? No clue. Ideally before I turn 30.

Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? No and never.

Would you rather go to Greece or France? Greece.

What’s your biggest priority right now? My physical and mental health.

Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet? I don't think I have.

What would you rather: lethal injection, electric chair, or hanging? How morbid...the injection, I guess.

Have you taken someone’s virginity? Yeah.

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? I was saying bye. I think.

Who was the first person to ever ask you out? I've never been asked out. I always did that part.

What’s one thing your partner must be able to accept about you? My pets come first.

If you had a daughter, would you allow sleepovers? Yes. I wasn't allowed in sleepovers until high school, so that was always one of the things I wanted to change for my kid when I still wanted to become a parent.

What is something you hope you never have to do again? Have bags and bags of pet food good for 30 people squished in my room. Still the record holder for worst work experience. That, and a breakup.

Have you ever seen a leech in person? I don't think so.

Have you ever joined a mosh pit? Sure.

Does your town’s hospital have a good reputation? I have no idea about its overall reputation, but I had to go there a few times to get my anti-rabies shots and all my experiences were lovely.

Did you ever want a pony for a gift as a kid? No.

Do you know who your mom’s favourite singer is? I know one of them is Lea Salonga but I wouldn't know who her all-time favorite is, if she has one.

Have you ever tried to surf? Nope.

Which one of your family members do you wish you could see more often? My dad.

Do you have dimples when you smile? There's one on my right side.

Have you ever carved anything into a tree? I don't think so.

What was the last physical pain you experienced? Hand cramp.

Do you know anyone who is terminally ill? No.

What was on the last sandwich you had? Scrambled egg.

The last person you spoke to, do you know their eye color? Dark brown.

Is there anyone you know by the name of Frank? I don't know a Frank, no.

Can you remember the title of the song you last sang aloud? Standing Next To You.

Are you currently listening to music through earphones? No, I have a Jin live in the background and the sound is coming from my laptop's speakers, not my earphones.

Have you ever owned a tire swing? No.

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? A lot of Filipinos are trilingual. Most of the people I went to college with are - Filipino, English, and whatever language they speak in their home province. That's why being bilingual here is not actually very impressive, lol.

Have you ever gone in a sauna? I've tried entering a few for like 0.5 seconds every time only to be reminded of how miserable I find those things.

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? Blue.

Have you ever been someplace tropical? Well, yeah. I live in a tropical country.

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it? Yes.

[more-than-a-princess]

@quickdeaths asked: Shinobu thought, perhaps, that if she were to close her eyes and count to five, this situation would reveal itself as some sort of unpleasant dream. Yet, when the archer opened her eyes, she did not see the sterile emptiness of her room at the dojo, but rather the still-smiling face of Miss Sonia Nevermind. Anzu seemed quite happy to have made another friend, so Shinobu supposed they shouldn't intentionally cause any trouble. For Anzu's sake, only. "Very well, Miss Nevermind," she finally answered. "But, know that I'm only doing this because you asked it of me." It was for the sake of Anzu's budding friendship with her, nothing more.

Grumpy/Sunshine starters - These have been fun to write so I'll continue to accept them!

"Ah, Yaguchi-san, I was hoping you would be in. Would you mind-"

That was as far as Sonia had gotten, verbally at least. Physically, at Anzu's insistence, Sonia had knocked twice and then opened the door to Shinobu Yaguchi's lab, careful to avoid the marked shooting area as she gave the other a smile and a wave with her free hand.

She'd frozen, however, when an arrow had been set free from the bow Shinobu held, hurtling right by Sonia's left cheek before being embedded into the wall. A similarly-sized chunk had been taken out of the same wall not too far from where the most recently-shot arrow had ended up. Sonia's smile remained, despite how close she was to becoming an unintended target, though her eyebrows raised in interest. Her blue eyes glanced from the arrow to the archer before giving her a slight shrug, one she'd see once she opened her eyes.

"You know, that's not the first time I've been targeted for death," She told her brightly, as if she were admitting the first time she'd experienced something as innocuous as riding a bike or seeing a movie. "But I've envisioned you to be an excellent shot since we met. I'm rather surprised your arrows have strayed so far from their intended destination. Oh well, no matter!"

Perhaps a scream of terror would have been more appropriate, considering how she'd felt the arrow soar past her. But instead, she merely waved her hand again: this time in dismissal of Shinobu's immediate agreement to...well, the request she hadn't even asked yet. "Oh, no no! You needn't agree if you don't want to!" She assured her with a shake of her head. This elicited far more panic than an arrow ever could: being coerced into doing something simply because she was the Ultimate Princess. Or at least, that's how it usually went at Hope's Peak. Something her classmate was keen to take advantage of.

"All I came to request is that you take one of these," Sonia nodded to the stack of papers resting against her arm. With the opposite hand, she reached for one leaflet and extended it towards Shinobu for her to take: each of them was printed on brightly-colored neon paper and crudely drawn. But that was the point: it was messy, it was wild, it was metal, and Ibuki Mioda wouldn't have had it any other way. "Well, I gave one to Tachibana-san to give to you, but she insisted that it would be more positively received if I brought it over myself."

Sonia shook her head. That was jumping ahead a few steps, wasn't it? That didn't explain why she'd interrupted Shinobu's study time with a stack of flyers, an interruption that had nearly gotten her hurt in the process. Well, her friend's music was all about taking risks: when she recounted it to Ibuki later, Sonia felt certain the other girl would be entertained. "My classmate, Mioda Ibuki-san, is performing in a rock metal concert and needed some assistance in growing the attendance of the show. She was originally going to throw her announcement papers," She gestured to the rainbow stack she held, "from the top of the Hope's Peak Academy Main Course building, believing everyone would pick them up and she'd cause a ruckus in the progress. I convinced her that having members of the class distribute them about the school would be a much more constructive method to inform that it is occurring."

There. That was probably sufficient. Sonia nodded, chuckling at both the story and her own inability to recount it in a way that made sense. "You don't have to attend if you don't wish to, but I wanted to give you one anyway. In any case, I shall leave you to your self-study! I apologize for the interruption."

[im-just-a-dumb-gay]

Ramble about Jem Au

Drama! When Ecliese/Pizzazz finds out RoxCee/Reaper and Scthye are their half siblings and her mother stayed in the city. (Nothing like this happened in Jem btw. This is specifically for this au. Initially Roxcee and Pizzazz weren't related but the idea popped up so made this scenario)

(Gonna actually try to write a thing).

Ecliese ran out of the studio, hearing voices behind her but she wouldn't look back. She kept running until she found a storage area filled with nothing but boxes. Most of them being old papers and small office equipment. Ecliese closed the door and breathed loudly. Their mother, their mother was in the studio.

Ecliese gritted her teeth. Why, why now did she decide to show herself?! Never in the past (forgot age mother left whoops) years did she think to talk? To show her face? To be her mother!

In her rage, Ecliese broke the boxes surrounded her. Why?! Why!! Why did she leave?! Why did she stay?! Why now?! Sobs broke from Ecliese and they slowly slid down to the floor, apparently and cardboard surrounding them. The door then slowly creaked open.

Jake was shocked at the arrival of Rox and Cee's parents, let alone the reveal of their mother being the missing mother of their leader Pizzazz. When they ran off, Jake looked between where she left and RoxCee. Eventually, leaving the two to talk it out with their mother.

He walked through the halls, looking at every room until finding an old storage room. Slightly opening the door, his heart froze at what lay before him. Pizzazz, their strong and ruthless leader, broken down on the floor. He walked towards them, kneeling beside them before gently speaking. "Pizzazz..."

Ecliese had heard Stormer, his footsteps not difficult to decipher with the idiotic shoes he decided to wear today. They jingled at each step, tacky. Ecliese wanted to stop her tears, to instead scream and rant like she normally did. But now they were tired, and crying seemed to be the only thing they could do. Pathetic. Then a usually loud and grating voice whispered. "Can I come in?" A small nod was given. Ecliese too tired to try and hide.

Initially, Ruin didn't want to be part of this drama. The other members knew Pizzazz longer than they did. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't care about The Misfits. What was initially a money and fame grab had actually become something treasured...something she didn't want to let go. And so she followed Stormer. Ruin never really dealt with crying, this was something Stormer would be much better at. Quite honestly, they was surprised Pizzazz let them enter.

Jetta seemed to be awkward. In any other situation, Ecliese would've laughed. Instead, she quietly watched Jetta eventually sit on the opposite side of Stormer. Stormer had one hand on Ecliese's shoulder while Jetta sat firmly, looking back at the door. The two were quiet. It stayed like this for a while until Jetta sat up, and 2 sets of footsteps were heard.

Reaper and Scythe were not expecting their mother to actually show up. She always found an excuse to never stop by or even attend backstage to their concerts no matter how much they assured her they allowed it. What was a pleasant surprise, however, turned sour. Now they realized the root of all her excuses. She didn't want to face Pizzazz. The two didn't know much about Pizzazz's mother. All her paintings were thrown out and neither Pizzazz nor their father spoke about her. It was if she disappeared. Except she didn't. She was here the whole time, she was their mother. At first, the two didn't know how to react. It was then Reaper who spoke up.

"Why did you lie to us?" Prompted, Schythe continued "Why did you keep this hidden?". Their mother then explained. Explained her loveless marriage and how she had to leave her old life behind. How she did initially want to leave further away, until she met their father and stayed with him. She had wanted to see Pizzazz again, but that she was afraid. And that her guilt became too strong to ignore and finally, after all these years, meet Pizzazz.

Reaper and Scythe were stunned. It was, a lot. To know that the mother they loved and cherished all these years, was the same mother Pizzazz would angrily shut down at the mere mention of her. "We need to find Pizzazz. It might be best...you're not here when we find them." Their mother simply nodded in understanding, initially going for an embrace before stopping herself and going through the door. The two then went in the direction where Pizzazz and later Stormer and Jetta left. Eventually they found an open door and walked in.

Ecliese braced themself. Much like thenself, RoxCee were never great with their emotions. Ecliese knew she must have made their mother cry. Before all this, the two would speak praises of their mother. Surely, they sided with her. It seemed Jetta had the same thought, getting ready to yell back. What they didn't expect, however, was an embrace. It was sudden and in any other occasion, the two would have been shoved off and yelled at. Instead, Ecliese accepted it. She knew what it meant, they were there for her...Stormer and Jetta then joined as well, the four holding their band leader close. Ecliese was never much for hugs and all that mush, but...maybe this could be the one exception. She gently closed her eyes and fell further in the embrace.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Ibuki are you okay?

'Yeah... if you ask me, I do think that your parents and friends were correct that you should of move...'

'I know but I didn't want to give up on my music career and I just felt like everyone was pressuring me into something I didn't want to do.'

'So what happen next was that me and the other girls were gonna go on tour all across Japan and perform live, pretty much we were doing that and then...'

'Well... I suppose you know what happen next, right? I got my acceptance letter, I remember seeing a fat guy in a suite watching the concert and then a couple days later I got some fan mail...'

...

...

...

Date: August 29th, 2009

*As Ibuki was getting prepare for the concert...* Well, it's gonna be our last show, man... it was fun but that means I have to start thinking of moving.

But still, I... really don't want to, what do I do...?

*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*

Postman: Excuse me, Takorocki? You got mail!

Oh, we did now?

Well... probably the mail is for everyone else but I better bring these in...

*opens the door* Hey, I'm here - thank you!

Postman: Thank you, just sign here and we are good to go.

*sighs the papers and pays money* Okay here you go, have a good day.

Postman: No problem, still it's a lot to get through, I wish you luck with your final performance. *the man walks away*

Okay, see you then!

*Ibuki tries to carry the bag* Wo-Wow, seriously - this is heavy!

Okay there we go, that should be everyone; I should sort these out.

*Ibuki is going through the fan mail as she organizes them* Ritsuko, Ritsuko, Ritsuko, Ritsuko, Ritsuko, Ritsuko, Himawari, Himawari, Himawari, Kotono, Kotono, Kotono, Kotono, Manami, Manami...And there's me...

... (I notice how everyone else gets lots of mail, while I get a few but I suppose that's expected...)

*pulls out an envelop with a wax seal* Whoa, this one is fancy! Wonder who this is for...

Wa-Wait, isn't this from Hope's Peak Academy...?!

Well... it's probably for Ritsuko, yeah that must be it but it wouldn't hurt to take a peak...

*Ibuki opens the letter and reads it...*

Hu-Huh?! No way, this... this directed to me!

But why... I thought Ritsuko was gonna get it...

... (Maybe... maybe I could go to Hope's Peak; I mean this is the school for the gifted and talent, right? I even heard that attending here means success for life and I wasn't good at school so maybe I can attend.)

...Okay I think I'll announce this to everyone; I bet they'll all be surprise by this. *stuffs the letter into her pocket as Ibuki sorts the other fan mail*

'I wanted to announce this, tell the world I'm gonna be an Ultimate, I...I thought everyone was gonna be happy.'