#like oh so you want the entire musical to be people sitting on opposite sides of the stage writing letters to eachother

[ghostlypawn]

this is one of the worst cinemasins genre videos ive watched btw

[realhotgirlshitah]

Getting high with Luigi… yeah I have thoughts and none of them are clean.

The party is a mess of flashing LED lights, sweaty bodies, and the kind of cheap beer that leaves a sticky residue on the floor. The bass is pounding so loud that you can feel it in your ribs, the whole house practically shaking with the weight of the music and the drunken chaos of a hundred different conversations clashing all at once.

But none of that matters.

Because you and Luigi have long since peeled away from the noise, slipping into the one place in the frat house where nobody ever thinks to look—the upstairs bathroom.

The only light in the room is the golden glow from the cheap vanity bulbs above the sink, casting everything in a warm, hazy filter. There’s a half-used bar of soap by the faucet, someone’s forgotten makeup bag sitting next to it, and a faint lingering smell of cologne and shampoo in the air.

But the real highlight of the room is the bathtub.

It’s an old clawfoot, deep and wide, big enough to comfortably fit two people. And that’s exactly what it’s doing.

Luigi is stretched out on one side, all long legs and lazy confidence, his broad shoulders propped against the porcelain, one arm draped casually over the edge. His other hand is occupied with the joint between his fingers, lazily bringing it to his lips before exhaling a slow stream of smoke toward the ceiling.

You’re perched on the other end, back pressed against the opposite side of the tub, knees drawn up slightly, watching him.

Or, more accurately, trying not to watch him too obviously.

Because Luigi is always attractive—annoyingly, unfairly attractive—but high Luigi?

That’s something else entirely.

His sharp brown eyes are a little hooded, half-lidded and unfocused, giving him a sort of effortless, dreamlike quality. His usually furrowed brow is smooth, his sharp jawline relaxed, and the dim lighting makes the natural golden warmth of his skin look even more intense. His full lips, usually quirked into an arrogant smirk or a cocky grin, are slightly parted as he exhales another cloud of smoke.

And when he tilts his head back slightly, exposing the column of his throat, his messy curls falling away from his face, you’re pretty sure you could die happy in this exact moment.

Of course, you can’t tell him that.

So, instead, you take the joint from his fingers and raise an eyebrow. “Jesus, you look like you’re about to start reciting slam poetry.”

Luigi snorts, lips twitching into a lazy smirk. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were anti-intellectual.”

“Oh, I’m very anti-intellectual,” you tease, taking a slow drag, holding his gaze as you inhale. “I’d much rather listen to you talk about, I don’t know, the merits of beer pong strategy.”

Luigi exhales sharply, shaking his head. “See, this is why I have to educate you.”

“Educate me,” you repeat, voice dripping with mock offense. “I am way smarter than you.”

That earns you a lazy, knowing smirk. “Are you?”

“Mmm.” You nod, holding his gaze, blowing a slow stream of smoke toward him. “That’s why I don’t waste my time pondering whether or not we’re all just someone’s science experiment.”

Luigi’s smirk widens. “It’s not a waste of time. It’s probability. Statistically, it’s more likely that we are in a simulation than not.”

You tilt your head, rolling the joint between your fingers. “I don’t know, dude. I feel like if we were in a simulation, my life would be a lot more interesting.”

Luigi huffs out a laugh, tapping ash into an empty red solo cup on the sink. “Oh, yeah? What do you want? More aliens? More explosions?”

You shift slightly, adjusting your position in the tub, the porcelain cool against your skin. “More orgies, honestly.”

Luigi chokes on a laugh, his smirk faltering as he coughs out a bit of smoke. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That’s what you’d change if you could reprogram reality?”

You grin, passing the joint back to him. “I’m just saying, if we’re really being watched by some higher intelligence, the least they could do is add some better entertainment.”

Luigi hums, taking another hit, eyes flickering over you as he exhales. “I think you’re just bad at finding your own entertainment.”

There’s something about the way he says it—low, knowing, something just beneath the surface of his voice that makes your stomach tighten.

The thing is, Luigi has always been like this with you. Teasing, cocky, challenging you in ways that make your blood run hot. It’s been your dynamic for as long as you can remember—constant bickering, constant one-upping, constant tension that neither of you have ever really addressed.

And yet, it’s never felt dangerous before.

But right now, sitting across from him in this tiny little bubble of smoke and warmth, his voice low and his gaze heavy-lidded, you can feel something else threading through the usual banter.

Something thick and electric.

Something dangerous.

You shift again, not even thinking twice about it, and then suddenly, you’re moving over to his side of the tub, your knees pressing into the firm muscle of his thighs, your hands bracing against his broad shoulders as you settle yourself right onto his lap.

Luigi doesn’t say anything at first.

He just blinks at you, his long lashes fluttering slightly, his breath catching for just a fraction of a second before he exhales, slow and measured, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

Then, finally, a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “What, not enough space on your side?”

You inhale deeply, the scent of weed, cologne, and something uniquely him filling your lungs. You exhale just as slowly, fingers curling slightly where they rest against his solid chest. “There’s never enough space when you take up, like, ninety percent of it.”

Luigi huffs a quiet laugh, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips, fingers settling warm and heavy against the curve of your waist. It’s an innocent touch, something he’s done a thousand times before. But right now? Right now, it feels like a live wire pressed against your skin.

And then you feel it.

The slow, creeping realization of just how firm he is beneath you.

How solid his thighs are against the insides of yours, pressing up exactly where you’re sensitive, where you’re already way too warm.

And just like that, the air shifts.

Because you can feel it now—all of it.

The heat of him, the slow, easy rise and fall of his chest beneath your fingertips, the way the rough denim of his jeans is pressing exactly where it shouldn’t be, igniting something slow and insistent low in your stomach.

Your breath hitches, barely noticeable, but he notices.

Of course, he does.

Because Luigi feels it.

He feels the way you stiffen slightly, the way your thighs instinctively press tighter around him, the way you hesitate for just a second too long before shifting again, just a little, but enough that the movement sends the slightest friction sparking against your core.

Luigi notices.

And when he does, his smirk widens just a little.

His fingers flex against your hips, like he’s testing the weight of you, like he’s grounding himself.

“You okay?” His voice is lower now, rougher, thick with amusement.

You swallow, forcing yourself to breathe. “Yeah.”

“You sure?” His thumb strokes along the fabric of your dress, slow and teasing. “You just got really quiet all of a sudden.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way your pulse stutters at the deliberate touch. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say.”

Luigi hums, considering this. Then, without warning, he shifts his leg slightly beneath you, just a minor adjustment, something so subtle it shouldn’t have an effect on you.

But it does.

The movement sends a slow, unexpected drag of friction right against your already sensitive core, making your breath hitch before you can stop it.

Luigi’s smirk deepens. “Huh.”

You clench your jaw, narrowing your eyes. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” he muses, dragging the word out, his voice lazy, knowing. “Just funny.”

You raise a brow, forcing your expression into something unimpressed. “What’s funny?”

Luigi tilts his head slightly, considering you. “You.”

You scoff, shifting slightly, which is a mistake, because the movement only presses you down harder against him, the fabric of your dress doing nothing to shield you from the sensation of rough denim pressing against where you’re starting to throb.

Luigi inhales slowly through his nose, and when you look at him, really look at him, you see the way his pupils are blown, the way his jaw is a little tighter now, the way his hands are gripping you a little firmer, like he’s holding back from something.

Oh.

Oh, he’s feeling it, too.

The realization sends a hot wave of satisfaction rolling through you, emboldening you.

So, instead of pulling away, instead of laughing it off, you decide to test him.

You shift again, slower this time, more deliberate.

Luigi’s fingers dig into your hips harder.

“Jesus,” he mutters, half-laughing, half-exhaling. “Didn’t even realize you were doing it at first.”

You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “Doing what?”

Luigi exhales sharply, his fingers sliding lower, down to the curve of your ass, gripping firmly.

“This,” he murmurs, and then he moves you.

It’s subtle at first, barely more than a slow drag of your hips against him, but the sensation is enough to send a shiver straight down your spine.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your hands tightening against his shoulders.

Luigi grins, slow and lazy, watching you. “Feels good, huh?”

You don’t answer at first, too focused on the delicious friction, the way the heat is building, slow and insistent, the way every little movement is sending sparks licking up your spine.

Luigi leans in, his voice nothing but a soft, teasing murmur against your ear.

“You’re soaked,” he breathes, fingers pressing into your ass, rolling you against him again. “Didn’t even realize, did you?”

Your breath stutters, a soft sound escaping your throat.

Luigi chuckles, low and dark, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Oh, baby,” he coos, gripping you a little tighter. “You needed this, didn’t you?”

You swallow, trying and failing to control the way your hips stutter against him, your body desperate for more.

Luigi feels it.

And that’s when he decides to help.

His grip tightens, his hands guiding you now, slow and teasing, dragging you against his thigh in a way that makes you whimper.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, watching you, watching the way your lips part, the way your lashes flutter. “Go ahead, baby. Take what you need.”

Luigi’s grip is strong, firm, guiding you with deliberate slowness, teasing you with lazy drags of your core against the rough denim of his thigh. Every movement sends sparks licking up your spine, the friction igniting something deep and insistent inside you. The joint in his fingers smolders lazily, sending another soft swirl of smoke curling into the air, but his attention is all on you—watching the way your breath stutters, the way your lashes flutter, the way your lips part in quiet, shaky little gasps.

You’re barely even aware of how lost you are in it—how desperate you’re starting to sound, little whimpers slipping past your lips as your hips move in slow, rhythmic rolls, grinding against him in search of more. It’s not enough, not quite, but the teasing build is making your head swim, the steady pressure turning your brain to static.

And then he stops.

His hands fall away from you completely, leaving you suddenly weightless, untethered, forced to chase your own pleasure without his guidance.

The sudden lack of control—the absence of his firm grip—is a shock to your system.

Your movements falter, just for a second, your body aching for that solid pressure, for the way he was rolling you against him just right.

You blink, breathless, tilting your head to look at him. “Luigi—”

“Hm?”

His tone—that lazy, teasing mockery—sends a fresh wave of heat shooting through you.

You huff, shifting against him again, trying to find the same friction, the same pace, but without his hands holding you down, it’s not enough.

He notices. Of course, he does.

His smirk grows. “Somethin’ wrong, baby?”

You glare at him, shifting again, but it’s not the same, it’s not enough, and it makes you whine, frustration slipping into your voice.

“Luigi.”

He exhales another slow stream of smoke, watching you through hooded, knowing eyes. “Dunno why you’re looking at me like that,” he muses, tapping ash into the empty red cup beside the tub. “You were doing just fine on your own.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re such a—”

“What?” His fingers brush against your thigh, just barely, the ghost of a touch that makes your breath catch, but it’s not enough, not even close. His smirk is all sharp edges, cruel, his voice mocking. “Go on, baby. Say it.”

You glare at him, a fresh wave of heat rolling through you, both embarrassment and frustration curling tight in your gut. You want to slap that smirk right off his face. You want to grind down against him harder, make him feel how fucking wet you are for him.

So you do.

You roll your hips deliberately, dragging yourself along the solid heat of his thigh, your movements slow, calculated, and needy all at once.

Luigi exhales sharply through his nose, but he doesn’t touch you.

His hands remain limp at his sides, one still holding the joint between two fingers, the other resting lazily against the rim of the tub. He lets you do it, lets you hump his thigh, lets you grind yourself against him, but he doesn’t help you.

And it’s driving you insane.

Your breathing gets heavier, your whimpers turning softer, breathier, your body desperate for that extra pressure.

Luigi hums, tilting his head slightly, eyes flickering down to where your dress has ridden up around your thighs, where your damp panties are soaking through the denim of his jeans.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, grinning, his voice thick with amusement. “Look at you.”

Your face burns, heat flooding beneath your skin, but you don’t stop—you can’t.

Because you’re so close, the pressure building, the friction making your thighs shake, but it’s not enough, you need more, you need him.

“Luigi—”

Your voice is a whimper now, pleading, breathless, and he fucking loves it.

His smirk deepens, but he still doesn’t touch you. “You’re whining, baby.”

“Shut up.”

His laugh is low and slow, vibrating through your skin, and when you move again—when you press down harder, desperately seeking that perfect angle—his hands twitch, like he’s fighting the urge to grab you again.

You see it.

You feel it.

And it makes you even needier.

You let your forehead drop against his shoulder, whimpering softly into the warm skin of his throat, pouting against him as you continue to grind yourself down.

He exhales another slow stream of smoke, the scent curling around the two of you, wrapping you both in a thick, heady fog.

But he doesn’t move.

Not yet.

Not until you break.

Not until your voice turns soft and needy, your whimpers shaky and desperate, your hips stuttering as you chase it, as you beg for it without words.

And then—finally—he gives in.

“Fuck,” he mutters, voice rough now, the teasing edge starting to fray as his hands snap back to your waist, gripping you hard, pulling you down against him, dragging you against his thigh deliberately, roughly, guiding you exactly the way you need.

You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as he grinds you against him, the pressure perfect, the friction intense, his voice turning low and thick, dripping with filthy, taunting satisfaction.

“There you go, baby,” he coos, dragging you against him harder, feeling the way you’re soaking him, feeling the way you tremble in his grasp. “That’s what you needed, huh?”

You whimper, barely able to breathe, your pleasure climbing higher and higher, a hot, pulsing coil threatening to snap.

“You gonna come just like this?” His voice is a smirk, mocking but low and wrecked all at once. “Grinding all desperate on my lap?”

You whine against his throat, your hips stuttering, your body losing control.

Luigi groans, feeling it, feeling how sloppy you’re getting, how soaked his jeans are beneath you. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, gripping you harder, dragging you against him roughly, deliberately, pushing you over the edge-

And then you snap.

Your body locks up, your thighs trembling, your breath breaking as liquid pleasure spills over, soaking completely through his jeans, your pleasure ripping through you so violently that you sob against him.

Luigi stills.

Then he laughs, low and breathless, running a slow hand over the soaked denim of his thigh.

“Jesus, baby,” he mutters, grinning, his voice wrecked and pleased and fucking feral. “Did you just squirt all over me?”

You groan, mortified, hiding your face against his neck.

His grin grows.

Then, with zero hesitation, he takes another slow drag from the joint, exhales against your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

��Next time, I wanna feel that on my cock.”

A/N: yall im sorry i just saw the messages the messages between max and lu where he says he’s high and i had to take 20 minutes out to word vomit out my nastiest thoughts about stoner Lu. That’s it. I’m a whore and one that has a whole fic needing to be finished but I did this instead. Crazy.

[mayasaurusss]

omg i need more taivan x reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Trophy

Contains: gendernautral reader, therm "trophy wife" used once, fem Van, small steamy blurb. A/N: Hello my lovely readers (and anon)! I know that I haven’t been active these past couple of weeks, but I had a bit of a hard time. I wrote this as a small, steamy blurb to kinda get myself into writing again. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

It's so very hard to be the trophy wife of two of the most sexiest people on the planet. Waiting for them to arrive back home after their long work day is like hell: the house is dark, there are no petty remarks, no trashy tv or laughter filling the space, nothing. Just you, sitting on your ass, counting the minutes as the hours approach midnight.

You still remember the first night you met Taissa and Van. Well, you met Van first: one Friday night, when the air was fresh and the summer euphoria started to make itself known, you chose to go to a club to dance the night away.

You let the music flow in you and before long, noticed the fiery red headed woman at the counter. She was stunning to say the least, with eyes that could lit you on fire. The scar running down her left cheek did nothing to make her less beautiful in your eyes. She noticed you too: dancing in the middle of the club, a trickle of sweat falling into your brow, you looked like an angel. Something she might just eat up.

Van was still rusty by then, and despite her cool attitude, you could see the way her dimples twitched when she talked to you "Hello beautiful. Would- would you like to dance?".

You met Taissa a while later, one autumn afternoon. Van had already talked to you about her with a glint in her eyes that suggested Tai was more than just a friend, or at least had been. She introduced you to each other, and from the very first moments, you had been down bad for her too. She had something regal to the way she carried herself, as if she knew her worth as well as the next guy. The first time you saw her, there was something in her dark eyes that just made your heart race.

How could she wrap you around her finger, only you and her knew. As did Van.

It didn't take them much to read the sings and before long, you were on a bed, kissing Van as Tai's hand inched slowly to the middle of your legs. Never in your mind had you ever thought that you'd be sitting on senator Taissa Turner's couch, waiting for her and that girlfriend of hers -and yours-.

Just as your eyelids start to close, the door slams open and you immediatley recognize Van's sigh and Taissa's smell. One of them, you assume it's Van, throws their keys on the small coffee table next to the entrance, making a noise so loud that it shakes you fully awake.

"Damn Van, you woke them up!" Taissa almost yells, a scorn marking her features, deepened by the black of her coat.

"Oh, did I? I'm so sorry" reaching down to you on the couch, she kisses you. The kiss is chaste at first, small and tender, but grows heated the moment she presses her lips more deeply into yours. Her breath is hot against you, her body boiling from a long day at work, her tongue dry and so in need of yours on top of it.

"Have you waited long for us?" she asks you, now trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, "Yeah...". Taissa, who you discover had been watching you the entire time, reaches for your cheek. Her nails sit just right under your jaw, where Van's lips were just a moment prior.

"You have been so good for us" she lifts you up to look into your eyes. "So fucking good" her breath ghosts on the opposite side of your neck and her hand trails down, gripping the base of your neck.

You feel the strain of her muscles through her fingers, her want, her desire on the way the skin molds around her mouth and in those dark eyes that you've grown to love.

"What do you say we reward them?". 

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part twentyone: since kids || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

03: FUTURE, TOMORROW

characters presentation here ; all the parts here

"Welcome to the online challenge!" the woman says, passing you two microphones. Sitting comfortably on the couch, you wave to the camera that's filming you "Hello everyone!" you say, while Rin nods, him sitting on the opposite side of the couch. This time the challenge also involved answering questions from the community, after having also prepared the song that you just have to publish on your profile

"The first question is about your personal life. Rin, we know there's a rumor going around about an alleged girlfriend you just broke up with, and you Y/n are supposedly in a relationship with Kaiser Micheal. What can you tell me?" the woman asks, and at the first question you want to leave the room. You and Rin automatically turn to each other, raising an eyebrow "Umh... Kaiser and I love each other very much as... nevermind. That's all I can tell you" you say giggling nervously, but Rin seems to want to eat you up with his eyes. His muscles tense as he takes his microphone "It’s my private matter. I don’t see the point in explaining it like this… without an obligation" he says, and this time you're the one looking at him curiously

"Umh... okay! Next question is: why did you choose the song? The one that was part of the challenge" she asks, and this time it's Rin who speaks first "It's my favorite. I think I spent a lot of time writing it... it's definitely an important piece of the whole album" he says, and you get a little lost in his words. The woman smiles, nodding "I didn't know about this. The song is about a personal monologue that the protagonist of the song does after he decides that his life no longer has any meaning after the loss of his muse. It's one of the most loved songs on the entire album"

Rin told you he hated that song, but he never said why. The melancholic melody of the song echoes in your ears, and for a moment the words of the lyrics seem to create a scene in your head that you never imagined, something with him as the protagonist. The words coincide all too closely with the words you often imagined he would say after breaking up with you, hoping that he would regret all the pain he had caused you

"I always knew I was stupid, but I only realized I loved you when I had already lost you, my muse"

You're so lost in thought that you don't notice the woman calling you. You grab the microphone, waking up from your thoughts "Oh! I was saying... like... oh yeah, I chose "Beach" because I think it's one of the most significant songs on their album. Also, it was talked about a lot after my song came out..." you say, glaring at Rin, who however seems to pretend nothing happened

"You anticipated the next question... I wanted to ask you, are all the similarities between the two songs normal?" the woman asks, and both you and Rin simultaneously hold your microphone. You take a deep breath, knowing you're getting into a sensitive subject "The similarities are normal, they're two songs of the same musical genre... then, the similarities in the words are always coincidental. I don't see why we should use songs to talk betwee-" you say, but when you're about to continue your sentence, Rin interrupts you "We never knew how to communicate as children, now we do it through songs"

You freeze, immediately turning to him. Your body feels weak and your vision blurry, while the woman is as surprised as you are "What do you mean? You’ve known each other since you were kids?" she asks, her mouth wide open, and Rin takes her microphone, leaving his aside, the camera filming him in a nice close-up "We’ve known each other since before all this started"

You promised each other you would never tell that you've known each other since before bands existed, and the promise was reinforced after your breakup. But now the whole world seems to know about your relationship. If before the fans loved you as rivals and a possible fanon couple, now you know that hell has just begun for your past life that you want to keep away from you

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[robinismywife]

[ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞��𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 ] (p.4)

PAIRING: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Y/n has an interesting conversation with Colonel Tom Parker, one that makes her question everything.

WARNINGS: Idek. If you find any plz inform me!!

A/N: Most of the information in this chapter might be inaccurate but it's all for the plot girlies ;) Thank you SO much for being patient with me. I know the plot is moving slowly but believe me we're getting somewhere! <3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER : PART 3

(the gif is not mine!)

"Are ya ready honey?"

"No, it's embarassing- Everybody's looking at me all weird and we're not even in there yet.." She pouted with a pleading look on her face, which had the exact opposite effect on Elvis than she had anticipated. Instead of feeling bad for her and comforting her, he burst out laughing and shaking his head in disbelief "What?! E, I think I'll just stay outside I-"

"Aw nah, I ain't hearin' none of that Y/n- I done told ya that I want ya there, honey" Now it's his turn to frown and plead, grabbing her hands soflty and rubbing circles on them.

"Really..?"

"Really. I really want ya in there with me. You're my person, you know? Everybody needs a support system, hmm? What'd you say?"

"Oh fine! But I'm only doing this for Frank Sinatra" Y/n wrapped her arm around his bicep as they stepped into the studio. The flashing lights were blinding them and she had to constantly look down so as not to step on something important and ruin the entire set up. Everybody was working hard to create a magical homecoming special just for Elvis, and Y/n couldn't believe that she was allowed to be there and watch as the two biggest stars on earth got to work together and bond over their love for music.

"Right, honey, right" Elvis chuckled at the girl, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. If it were any other guy acting cocky exactly the way he did she would've been pissed off, however, Elvis had such a charm about him that even his teasing felt like the biggest compliment.

"I ain't lying! I've been dying for an autograph- For my collection, you know?"

"You haven't asked for my autograph.." Elvis' lip jutted out slightly and dissapointment seemed to wash over his pretty features.

"Love, I get to hug you and kiss your pretty lil' pouty lips every day- Your autograph is the least of my concerns" Y/n laughed at how the boy's eyes lit up for a short moment "Now, get me to Mr. Sinatra now!"

"Yes, ma'am"

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Y/n could help but stare in shock as Elvis and Frank rehearsed their duet. This all felt like a dream, a fever dream. She was sure she would soon wake up in a pool of sweat and realize that everything was her sick brain's creation. Nevertheless, the way her heart pounded and the music echoed in her head, reassured her that this was her reality. Y/n was Elvis Presley's new girl.

The thought made her a bit dissapointed, how she would be depicted in the media soon. Just another one of his girls! How long will this one last?! It all felt a little overwhelming. She truly was head over heels in love with the charismatic man before her, but what if he didn't feel the same? What if he cheats on her? What if he's cheating on a girl right now? Could she be some mistress on the side and not know it? What poor girl is left thinking he'll come back?

All these questions flooded her one track mind, making her completely oblivious of her new company.

"So you met Frank, dear girl?"

Y/n turned her head only to find the Colonel sitting next to her, his walking stick rested between his legs.

"I did, Colonel, he's a very nice man" She responded carefully, finding herself stiffening up. It's like he always wanted to catch people slipping up and saying things that they would surely regret, things that he could use against them. Y/n never trusted this man and she never really would.

"Don't be fooled, my girl," The Colonel scoffed in disagreement "That man is anything but nice"

"What makes you say that..?" Y/n suddenly felt a little sad at the prospect of Frank Sinatra being a horrible human being. The small paper with his autograph in her pocket seemed to burn her through her clothes. Was just every celebrity that corrupted after all?

"He almost ruined that boy's career in seconds, little girl," He pointed at Elvis with his pretentious walking stick "Telling reporters how Mr. Presley's music- How rock and roll music fosters negative and destructive directions in young people" The man immitaded Franks voice, obviously making fun of the man.

"I- I- I don't know what to say, sir- I guess it was new back then?"

"Still, if you ask me, that man's a hypocrite- Always bashing my boy in the media but the moment he can make profit off of him, suddenly he forgets"

"Then why did you allow Elvis to do this? If that's how you feel"

"For the money of course, dear girl, and his reputation second. But money is always the priorety. How else do you think we haven't gone bankrupt? Mr. Presley surely has a spending problem, wouldn't you say?"

"What I'd say is that makes you a hypocrite, Colonel, just like the man you've been talking down on" Y/n couldn't stop the words from escaping her lips. She mentally noted to avoid Colonel Parker at all costs from now on. She didn't have the patience to deal with him again.

"A hypocrite? Nah, my girl, I'm merely doing what he's doing- He started it, not me" He smirked at her with a weird glint in his eye. Y/n couldn't understand his way of thinking. She was truly wondering how Elvis even communicated with this man, let alone plan projects and performances.

"Besides my boy will be in the movies now, eh? No need to worry about that damn rockabilly business no more"

"Movies? What mo-?"

"Colonel why are ya talking my girl's head off, huh?" Elvis stepped up to them, teasing an otherwise serious Colonel.

Did Elvis even know about these movies? Yes, Elvis had made movies in the past but it was never anything that could jeopardize his singing career. The Colonel's words kept ringing in her head. She had to find a way to talk to him about this, see how he feels about all these plans the Colonel had made for him. God knows what contracts that greedy fraud of a man had signed without Elvis' approval.

When they were finally in the backseat of their car, Y/n could actually think without the loud piano echoing around the set. What was she even getting herself into?

Y/n thought that she knew the music industry like the back of her hand, always surrounded by the most important singers and musicians of her time. However, that all came crushing down that day. In her eyes Elvis seemed like the most powerful man, someone who simply snaps his fingers and gets everything he wants without so much as lifting his pinkie. She decided that it was all a lie, a deception. How could she be so stupid as to think that musicians were anything more than a puppet on a string? A pretty face covering a corrupted industry full of money-hungry record companies and managers, just like Colonel Parker. And perhaps like RCA?

No. Now, daddy wouldn't work there if he knew all that, would he?

And now that she was thinking about it; How could she allow herself to be involved with such a man? A man like Elvis Presley. A man so blessed yet so trapped in his own good fortune and success. Maybe it would be best if this was all temporary, if she didn't end up marrying Elvis. Y/n didn't want to be trapped in that miserable life. Obviously, she would have anything she wanted supposing she stuck by Elvis' side. Clothes, diamonds and pearls, cooks and maids all working for her, all taking care of her. She wouldn't have to worry about a thing ever again.

Y/n had to slightly shake her head in order to push away that thought. No way was she going to abandon her career and independece for wealth and comfort. She had promised herself she would never do such a thing. Never. Y/n knew she was too smart and too hard-working to go to waste. No man could ever make her change her mind, even the charming Elvis Presley.

"What is that lil' brain of yours thinking over there, Littl'un?" Elvis' eyebrow lifted slightly in curiosity and amusement.

"Nothin' just how amazing today was, hun" Y/n tried to smile as nonchalatly as she could.

"Now, don't lie to me, baby- You were staring out that window like some damn lost puppy" Elvis got suddenly too serious for Y/n's liking, his protective side taking over. She couldn't deny the fact that his overprotectiveness was attractive, which made her mind lose focus from the current situation.

"It's fine, I tell ya, Elvis-"

"Aw hell!" He exclaimed as if he realized something important "The Colonel wasn't mean to ya or somethin', was he? He didn't bother you?"

"I- um-" Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Was this the right time to mention the movies the Colonel had told her all about? "No, hun, we just talked is all"

"Just talked? You sure about that?" Elvis narrowed his pretty blue eyes as if he was waiting for Y/n to crack and spill all of her darkest secrets.

"Yes, Elvis, just talked" Y/n laughed slightly to try to lighten the mood, which seemed to work since his gaze softened "Don't be so tore up about it- I'm a big girl I can fend for myself, hmm?"

"Yeah, you're right, I- I- I- I'm sorry Littl'un- I'll tell ya what, how about we don't go out tonight, we stay in, just you and me, eh?" He rubbed circles on her knee, finally making her headspace quieten down

"Sounds lovely, E" Y/n couldn't be more grateful that he didn't question her any further. This was a problem for another day, she wouldn't worry about it anymore.

Right?

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[serikyl]

(strolls into fantasy tavern, accidentally hits the unfollow button instead of the ask button like a clumsy idiot, refollows with a very embarassed facial expression because I planned on being a lot more suave about this, leans on the bar counter)

So...I hear there's someone around here with kiddad's head canons?

*smacks hands against counter with a look of immeasurable glee* *pours you a colorful little drink of unknown content with a little umbrella in it* ((there is so much edible glitter involved))

I HAVE SO MANY!!!! : D

Okay okay so lets start with!!!!!!

My most favorite twins ever!!! Lark and Sparrow

I know a lot of people think they have long hair, to me, they both keep it very short now bc when Lark was like sixteen, a doodlerized something grabbed it and it messed with his paranoia, he and Sparrow shaved it together in the bathroom at like 3am, then Sparrow sat for his turn without a word, and now they always keep it matching like this

Lark and Sparrow have matching friendship bracelets that Sparrow made one year, Lark’s is green and Sparrow’s is red

The Oak Household used a talking stick for a long time, then Lark got mad one night and snapped it over his knee. He felt bad about it later, and the next morning it was found carefully glued back together

I don’t know if Lark has a day job, but if he does, nobody knows what it is, the other kiddads assume it’s something questionably legal, weapon sales probably, Lark always pays his portion of household bills and Sparrow isn’t sure he wants to know. The truth is, it’s a perfectly normal job, he’s a Geek Squad guy at Best Buy. Lark finds comfort in being able to sit in the back fixing things, he hates talking to customers. So. Much.

Sparrow is a cavetown fan, Lark secretly really likes beachy music like margaritaville but would die if anybody but Sparrow found out

Lark’s favorite fruit is lemons, Sparrow’s is strawberries. Lark can’t handle sweet flavors, he prefers sour, while Sparrow is the opposite.

Nick’s turn!!!!

So! During the Nick/Narc fusion, the magic couldn’t remove Glenn without unmaking Nick entirely, so it just added in Jodie. If you tested Nick’s DNA, which Glenn and Jodie did during an argument once bc they’re goofs, it would come back that Glenn and Jodie are both his bio dads, Morgan his bio mom. Because magic doesn’t give a shit about what our science says is impossible.

Nick has a Thing about vehicle safety, he doesn’t care if it’s an emergency or if it’s a five minute drive, everyone is putting on their goddamn seatbelts if he has to climb over and buckle them in himself. He also won’t drive in the rain.

Nick, in his Glenn memories, tried to dye a red streak in his hair and ended up a weird shade of orange bc he didn’t calculate for hair type. He wore a beanie for weeks until Glenn came home. After he finished laughing, Glenn had to help him fix it.

Demons burn so hot that Nick always feels a little chilly, even in the california heat. He’ll be wearing a jacket on an 85° day and people look at him weird, but the planet is so cold compared to Hell.

Nick’s favorite pizza is called “Everything Pizza”, it was something he’d make when he was struggling in the Glenn memories because it was easy. Everything Pizza changes every time you eat it, it also lead to Nick inventing what he calls “the Pizzarito” which is Everything Pizza folded up like a burrito. The other kiddads tell him it’s just a calzone, Nick hates calzones and insists it’s different. Pizzaritos have been banned from DADDIES HQ because somehow that argument always gets started.

Demons need a lot of both sugar and meat in their diets, and Nick now has an insane sweet tooth that would make most people lose their teeth

Oh! and! One of the things Nick struggles with post Nick/Narc fusion outside of the identity crises is how the demonic side of him has changed his body. Half of him feels like the sharp a few too many teeth and slightly pointed ears are features he’s had his entire life, and the other is kind of freaked out by how very Not Human he suddenly looks

Nick’s least favorite vegetable is asparagus, this is a trait he shares with Glenn. They both make the same face about it, wrinkled nose, tongue out

Terry Jr!!!!

I love Terry so much, I have a bunch for him!!! :’D

Terry is considered the de-facto leader of DADDIES, he is the only one levelheaded enough for the job I think. It’s not an official position, but he is pulling double duty as their leader and their tactician

This man lives on coffee, he is a 6 cups a day kind of guy. He started drinking it as a way to remember Terry Sr, who really loved coffee. He both loves the different kinds, as well as cannot function without it.

Whenever Terry has reached his limit he threatens to buy a boat and go live in the middle of the ocean where none of this is his problem and he will never have to see any of these people again. ((He has never gone through with this threat, it’s kind of his escape fantasy))

Terry and Grant have a minor long-standing feud about a drawer in HQ, it is Terry’s, it is a mess, it is organized in a system that only makes sense to Terry, there are so many sticky notes involved, it drives Grant’s OCD crazy, he wants to pick the lock on the drawer and reorganize it. Terry does not want it organized. Sparrow has enchanted the lock so Grant cannot pick it, keeping them locked in a stalemate.

Terry’s favorite food is blueberries, he can exclusively cook pasta dishes

Every so often, Terry has what I call a “Cones Of Dunshire” level breakdown where be throws himself into a deeply over complicated project like designing and building a board game

Terry and Lark have kissed exactly once, in a really weird game of chicken like that scene in friends where Phoebe and Chandler kiss. Terry is Phoebe, Lark is Chandler, Nick is Monica, Sparrow is either Joey or Ross, and Grant is Rachel in the scene, this is one of my favorite silly ones afsgshsjsjs

Grant’s turn!!!!

Grant and Terry dated in high school, it was a right person wrong time situation, and Grant has two soulmates: Terry and Marco

Grant developed OCD after the chimera incident, he likes to keep things clean and orderly because he can’t forget the feeling of the blood in his hair

Grant and Lark have semi-colon tattoos for each other, they’re bad for each other and tend to spiral down together, but they respect the battles. each other fights with mental illness, they claim to have a “warrior’s bond”

Grant’s favorite color is bright orange, I don’t know why, it’s a color I’ve associated with him since ep 1

[flipomatic]

Face First

Summary: Falling in love? No, Taki didn’t think of it that way. This was more like tripping on the overpass stairs and smashing her face straight into the cement, a sudden feeling that engulfed her instantly in the immense longing for another person. The words of this song, the truest words from Tomori’s soul, struck straight through her like the echoing of a drum pounding in her chest in perfect time with the rapid beat of her heart. The drum that, oh no she was supposed to be playing.

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In terms of first impressions, Taki wished she had made a better one. As she sat around the table at Hazawa Coffee, reminding herself not to stare at the Afterglow member who took their drink order, her simple introduction was irritatingly supplemented by Soyo and Sakiko’s comments about her older sister. This wasn’t the foot she wanted to start on with the new band, she thought as she reminded them that her sister had nothing to do with this. They didn’t seem to understand why she cared about the distinction.

More than anything, Taki wanted to make an impression that was all her own. Being in this band was her chance to start doing that, to show off her drumming to the world and be known as more than just Maki’s little sister. It was a chance to be herself, even if she couldn’t put that desire into words.

As she tried to establish herself with this new group, so too did she form impressions of her new bandmates. She had been speaking with Sakiko via text for a while to organize the band, and already had an idea of what she would be like. The other three, however, were completely new to her.

They didn’t make too strong of an impression, not at first. Soyo seemed polite and overly friendly, while Mutsumi gave off more of the opposite sort of vibe. Their vocalist sat across from Taki at the table, quietly fidgeting as Sakiko talked up her lyrics. When she handed a notebook over to Soyo, Taki was able to take a peek at the lyrics. With a single glance she could see that they were emotionally driven, just from seeing a handful of lines.

Even after they parted ways for the day, Taki couldn’t stop thinking about those lyrics. She wondered what kind of song they would become, what kind of meaning they held.

How had those words come from the slouching, quiet, stuttering person who had sat across from her? Tomori had barely spoken a few words the entire time they were at the restaurant, let alone with any confidence. It didn’t make any sense and, at this point, Taki didn’t understand her at all.

However, she withheld judgement until rehearsal. After all, a musician spoke through their music much more than their words.

But the practice only made it harder for Taki to understand Tomori. Their new singer couldn’t sing in front of a mirror, let alone a group of people. Even at karaoke she was too shy to sing at first, clutching her notebook to her chest with her cheeks dusted pink at the mere thought of picking a song to sing. As Taki walked her through the steps to search, she did slowly settle on choosing a tune.

When Tomori sang into the microphone, still seated next to Taki on the couch, her voice was so quiet it could hardly be heard through the speakers. She stared down towards her knees as she sang, at the cover of the notebook she’d been writing in earlier.

A loud rattling noise came from Taki’s other side, the sound of the maracas, as Sakiko leapt to her feet and cheered. “You can do it Tomori-san!”

Tomori’s voice caught in her throat and she looked up, turning her head so that her pale gold eyes locked directly on Sakiko. From where she was sitting, Taki felt as if Tomori was staring straight past her.

The next words of the song came stronger through the mic, louder and more coherent. Taki could hear Sakiko shaking the maracas again as the slightest hint of a smile graced Tomori’s lips.

Taki merely watched her sing and listened to the sound of her growing confidence. There was something about her, something that drew Taki in. She wasn’t sure what it was, couldn’t break down why, but she wanted to know more.

From that point forward their rehearsals ran more smoothly. They wrote a song with the new lyrics Tomori created, called Haru Hikage. Sakiko wrote the music to go along with the words and sent everyone their parts before the next rehearsal. Taki practiced reading the drum part in advance so she wouldn’t be sight reading it at rehearsal. Even though she’d been playing the drum for years, she knew better than to go to rehearsal blind. She could hear the guitar, bass, and keyboard in her mind as she went through the motions of the piece. She wondered how the vocals would sound, how Tomori would blend with the rest.

When their next studio date came, Taki was ready to play the song.

The band set up in their new usual positions, facing the studio mirror as always. To Taki’s right, Saki stood at her keyboard with her hands tense and ready against the keys. Mutsumi stood in front of her, silently prepared to begin. On the other side of the band, Soyo leaned back slightly with her fingers ready to pluck the first note.

Directly in front of Taki, stood Tomori. Though she had her back to Taki, she could still see her face in the mirror. For once, there was not a hint of nerves in her eyes. Both of her hands were wrapped tightly around the wireless microphone, holding it close to her face.

Taki lifted her drumsticks up and counted them in.

The song began with the piano, and then the guitar easing them in. Throughout the piece the drums played a more subtle role, which Taki kept in mind with light hits against them and the cymbals.

Tomori’s vocals joined in after the opening phrase and the music swelled to meet her. Though Taki had seen the lyrics before, this was her first time hearing them out loud. She listened as Tomori sang about being lonely, about writing words down and failing to reach others.

Even as she hit the drums in perfect time, Taki heard the meaning clearly. She absorbed the lyrics as Tomori sang about finding friends whose fates were tied together. Her voice carried more emotion than Taki had ever heard from her before, laced with something intangible.

Taki’s own heart trembled in her chest as the song went on, resonating with the emotion and message within it. She knew all too well what it was like not to be understood, to long for connection and only be seen as someone you weren’t.

“In the world revealed by that light were people dear to me, in full bloom.”

Taki’s hands stuttered in their next hit, stunned by the passion of the line as it struck her. The band members were the people Tomori had been waiting for, the ones she had been searching for to understand her. She had finally found them and could convey her feelings clearly. Wasn’t that what Taki wanted too?

Even though this song wasn’t written about Taki, it echoed her thoughts as if somehow spoken from her lips.

“I've learned that spring is warm.” Tomori continued to sing strongly. “And so I shed tears for me and for you.”

This was Tomori’s song; these were the words that radiated from her soul. Though her appearance hadn’t changed in the last 60 seconds, Taki could’ve sworn she glowed like the sun peeking through on a cloudy day. After weeks, she finally understood who Tomori was. Taki swore she could fall in love with her like this, in just a moment she already had.

Falling in love? No, Taki didn’t think of it that way. This was more like tripping on the overpass stairs and smashing her face straight into the cement, a sudden feeling that engulfed her instantly in the immense longing for another person. The words of this song, the truest words from Tomori’s soul, struck straight through her like the echoing of a drum pounding in her chest in perfect time with the rapid beat of her heart. The drum that, oh no she was supposed to be playing.

Sakiko had waved the band to a halt mid song. Four sets of eyes were locked on Taki, each carrying varying degrees of annoyance. Taki’s cheeks burned as she melted under their stares.

“I’m so sorry!” Taki exclaimed, resetting her hands into their proper positions and trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck. “Let’s try it again.”

“If there’s a problem with the part, let me know so I can make changes.” Sakiko replied calmly before turning back to her keyboard.

Tomori blinked a few times slowly at Taki, an unreadable question contained in her eyes that Taki yearned to understand, before facing the front without a word.

As they began to play the song again, Taki reigned in her pounding heart to play the drums. She had to pick herself up off the metaphorical pavement and fulfil her role in this group, after all. Even so, as they rehearsed she couldn’t keep her eyes off Tomori, not anymore.

She would never forget that first playthrough of the song or the feelings it sparked within her.

After the rehearsal, the band split up to all walk home as they usually did. The sun was already mostly set in the sky, leaving long shadows and dark corners on the streets. Taki found herself on the same train as Tomori and Sakiko, which had happened after previous rehearsals as well. The two of them were talking quietly nearby when they were only one stop away from their usual exit.

“Are you going to be alright walking home alone?” Sakiko was asking in a hushed voice, a worried frown plastered on her lips. “I deeply regret that I will not be able to join you.”

“I’ll be ok.” Came Tomori’s quiet reply, the words slow but with an underlying confidence.

“Hmm…” Sakiko didn’t sound convinced as she glanced out the window.

Taki’s ear perked up at this, she only went one stop further than Tomori and didn’t have to be anywhere for a while. Her sister certainly wasn’t counting the minutes until she arrived home. There was another feeling growing in Taki, the desire to protect her vocalist from harm. Besides, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity to get to know Tomori better?

“I can walk you home.” Taki interjected into the conversation, drawing a surprised gasp from Tomori.

“Really?” Tomori asked as she turned to meet Taki’s eyes, a smile adorning her expression.

Taki’s cheeks felt warm again, this time for a different reason. “Of course. It’s no big deal.”

“Thank you so much!” Now Tomori was beaming, an expression that was probably powerful enough to stop Taki’s heart if she was exposed to it for too long. She broke eye contact to prevent that from happening. Sakiko was smirking, just the slightest hint of one, and if Taki had more time she would’ve said something about it. They had known each other from before the band formed, Taki knew that, but something about their relationship gave her pause.

There was no time to ask though, as the train was arriving at the station. Taki rose to her feet while the train slid to a halt, and then followed Tomori out onto the platform as Sakiko watched from within. After that Tomori led the way out of the station and down the street.

Now that it was just the two of them, Taki was able to ask her some questions. She asked about school, they went to different schools, and about other hobbies, she liked to collect things, and about her family. Tomori gave short answers, but they were sincere. Taki learned a few things, though not nearly as much as she had in the initial performance of Haru Hikage earlier that day. She didn’t ask about Sakiko, even though now she had plenty of time.

Instead, Taki shared about herself, about how she learned to play the drums and why she wanted to join the band. She thought about talking about the practice earlier and how she had connected with the song, but the embarrassment over freezing in the middle prevented her from doing so. She wanted Tomori to think well of her; some stories didn’t need to be repeated.

When the pair reached an overpass, they climbed up the stairs together. When they were halfway across Tomori pointed to a building on the other side. “I can go the rest of the way.” The sun had fully descended beneath the horizon by now.

Taki’s feet came to a halt at the top of the next set of stairs, watching as Tomori began to descend them. “Alright, see you at practice.”

“Thank you again.” Tomori looked back up the steps, only half visible in the streetlamp light. “Bye bye.”

As Tomori turned and vanished down those stairs, Taki thought she should’ve been thanking her instead. She wanted to thank her for her Haru Hikage, for the band that finally might see her. Taki remained silent as she watched Tomori go.

Once she had vanished, Taki turned back towards the other side of the overpass. She descended the other steps slowly, lost in her own thoughts.

If Tomori needed someone to walk her home, Taki would keep doing it. If she needed someone to help her with music or set up a mic stand, Taki would do that too. Or, if she wanted help with a different relationship, if she already had feelings for someone else, Taki didn’t want to think about that, but she was prepared for it. As long as Tomori was happy, and could keep singing her songs, then Taki would be happy too.

But, there was a chance she could return Taki’s feelings.

One of her feet slipped against the step at the last thought, causing Taki to stumble forward. She grabbed the railing to her right to steady herself. She would handle that when, if, it actually happened.

For now, she was content to be at Tomori’s side.

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Translated lyrics to Haru Hikage can be found on the wiki: https://bandori.fandom.com/wiki/Haruhikage.

[magicspace114]

The tavern was loud with drunkards and questing parties that either finished their quests or merely started them. You belong to no group, having stayed in your town your whole life.

You were no bard, just some idiot with a guitar. No power stemmed from your fingers when you played and your music ability was mediocre at best. You could barely touch the strings without the voice of someone you knew telling you how boring your songs were and it made you want to puke.

You flinched as you heard the tell-tale roaring of a fight breaking out on the opposite side of the tavern, yelling and chairs being moved. Tables were flipped and people moved to get out of its way as the fight devolved into a whirlwind of movement. It was getting out of hand and anyone trying to stop it only got hurt.

You were too weak to step in between the fighters so instead, you raised your hands up to the strings of your instrument. Already you felt nausea growing but this was a good way to get attention while not being directly in danger and you hoped to just distract the fighters for a bit in hopes that more people could get out of the way or stronger fighters could break up the fight.

You swallowed the bile in your throat and gave one hard strum, your stomach lurched at it but it did its job. One fighter looked up from the fight, still strangling the other. You strummed again, harshly. This wasn't your song, you were never original enough to make one of your own, this was a war ballad you'd heard from your great uncle. If played properly, the strums portrayed a steady march but your shaky hands could barely manage a consistent strum for each step and you could not manage to sing through the pain in your stomach.

Tears streamed down your face as your fingers tingled and your stomach twisted painfully, fighting with everything to get you to stop. It was a fight to do what you did but for some reason, the fighting stopped entirely. It was only meant to serve as a temporary distraction but now both fighters were smiling at each other, putting an arm around their shoulders and singing the ballad like they were old battle buddies.

A crowd had gathered to watch. Separate questing parties were now intermingling with each other, sharing stories and songs from their own corners of the land.

By now, you were able to stop the song, rushing out of the establishment and throwing up just outside. You choked back more vomit, legs shaking as all you could do was cry in the dirt. You felt awful despite having stopped a bad fight and getting everyone inside to get along. You just curled up in the dirt, one hand touching the edge of your guitar whilst carefully avoiding the strings.

The door to the tavern opened and a pair of boots appeared in your blurry vision. All you could do was sob next to the pile of vomit as the person bent down.

"Poor kid," they mumbled to themselves, "let me get you some water, at least." They reached out to touch you but you flinched. They ignored it and took your arm, pulling you to your feet and you were so shaky that you had to rely on their weight to keep you up. Their touch was burning and you couldn't handle the pressure.

They led you back inside, taking you away from all the drunk laughs and jeers to a private booth. You sighed in relief once they were no longer touching you and you could sit down.

By now, you could see this person. He had light brown hair that poked out from his dark hood and a gas mask hanging freely around his neck. He looked young, almost as young as you and from the scars across his hands, you knew he was an adventurer.

He handed you a glass of water. "Thanks," you muttered lowly, no longer looking at him.

"That was a pretty cool trick back there," the man said, "you must be pretty powerful."

"It was just a bit of music," you mumbled.

The man frowned. "Oh, I'm not talking about the fight. Sure, a bit of magic could calm them down easy. I'm talking about how you brought everyone together. I've not seen a tavern mix so easily before over a song. That's a very powerful power you have there."

"I don't have a power," you said.

"Everyone has one," the man said, "they just haven't earned it yet." He looked at the tavern again where the jolly mood remained. Parties were exchanging ways to contact each other for support after forming bonds. "To earn something like this... you must have really pushed through something." He looked back at you who was staring down at your guitar, hands shaking violently as you lifted your water to your mouth. "Are you ok?"

You shook your head. "I want to cut the strings," you said, staring at the instrument that caused you pain.

Truthfully, you'd feel that pain whether it was a guitar or flute or anything but this guitar specifically had been passed down and every time you held it, you could feel the eyes of your ancestors staring at you in disgust.

"I loved your song," the man said.

You just grimaced, "you have bad taste."

The man chuckled. "Perhaps. But who's to say my ears are the problem?"

"I bring nothing new to the instrument. I'm not a visionary like my grandmother, I can't create beautiful lyrics like my mother. I won't perform in multiple kingdoms like my great grandfather nor march in bands like my great uncle. I come from a long line of amazing musicians," you say, glaring at the guitar, "I can't even touch it without throwing up."

"Well..." the man pondered, "was your great uncle a lyricist? Did your grandmother go to places with her vision as her father had?" You shook your head. "Your ancestors didn't copy each other. Why should you copy them?"

"Because I'm not original," you hissed, "my grasp of music is basic and everyone tells me I'm ending my line of good musicians." Your eyes filled with tears. "I'm a disgrace."

The man looked down into his own drink, eyes sad, "only someone who had to fight through so much could earn as much."

"What?"

"You hate playing. Don't you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" You quickly wiped a couple tears that fell.

"So you really had to fight against yourself to do what you just did. And for that, you were rewarded with your gift. Bringing together so many different groups is a powerful skill, you know."

"But I have to play to do it, right? Thanks, gods. That's really helpful to me when I can't even touch the strings."

"I want to thank you for doing it, even at a great cost to yourself." You looked up and saw the man grinning sheepishly, "my friend is a bit of an oaf sometimes and doesn't think before jumping into a fight. I don't want to know how badly hurt he would have gotten if you hadn't stepped in. So thank you."

You took a breath, lowering you head again. "Don't mention it."

People are not born with powers but must earn them through secret achievements. You randomly unlock one of the most powerful abilites

[samaraannhan20]

Pete Davidson Imagine: Nonsense

https://youtu.be/ECVA6FvhdEE

Inspired by Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter

A.n: I’m sorry for any inaccuracies, I know nothing about music production😅

“Okay, let’s go from the pre-chorus and chorus, then we’ll do the verses,” your producer says over the speaker as you walk back into the sound booth. 

“Sounds good,” you say into the microphone as you slip your headphones on. You hear the music begin, and start singing the first chorus

“But I can’t help myself, When you get close to me, Baby my tongue goes numb, sounds like bleh, blah, blee. I don’t want no one else. Baby I’m in too deep. Here’s a little song I wrote, It’s about you and me. I’ll be honest, Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in, And when you got your arms around me, Ooh it feels so good i had to jump the octave. I think I got an ex but I forgot him, And I can’t find my chill, I must have lost it. I don’t even know I’m talking nonsense,” you finish, and grab your water as your producer starts talking. 

“That sounded good, let’s do the first verse when you’re done getting a drink. After we get each of the parts recorded separately, we can do a run through of the entire thing, does that sound good?” he asks you, and you nod your head, then give the okay to start the music.

“Think I only want one number in my phone,” you sing, closing your eyes to get more into the music, thinking of your boyfriend, Pete Davidson.  “I might change your contact to don’t leave me alone. You said you like my eyes and you like to make ‘em roll. Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin’ thrown,” you finish the first verse, and open your eyes. “How was that?” you ask your producer who is sitting on the other side of the glass.

“It was great!” he responds, looking very happy. “Let’s do the second verse, and then we can go into the chorus, then the bridge. Sound good?” 

“Yeah, just let me grab a drink really quick,” you respond, turning around to find your water bottle. As you take a sip you hear the people in the booth start saying hi to someone who just walked in. You turn around and look out the window and see Pete standing there. You quickly close up your water bottle and yank open the door that separates the two rooms. “Pete!” you exclaim, rushing over to him and jumping into his arms, which he was holding out for you. “What are you doing here? I thought you had an SNL rehearsal?” 

“I did, but it ended early, and I knew you would still be here, so I thought I would come hang out while you recorded. Oh, and,” he says nodding his head behind him, “I brought Colson.”

“Hi Colson,” you say, moving your head so that you can see him standing behind Pete. he waves back at you, and Pete lets you down. “Well, I’m going to go back in there,” you say, suddenly shy, because you realized the song you are currently recording is about Pete, and he brought Colson with him, who is famous for his music career. Fantastic, this isn’t nerve wracking at all you think to yourself as you get situated again in the booth. You sit for a minute and get situated again, before giving the okay to your team to start the music. As the music starts you can feel the nerves start to wash away as you close your eyes and get back into the music. 

“I’m talking, I’m talking. I’m talking all around the clock. I’m talking hope nobody knocks. I’m talking opposite of soft. I’m talking wild, wild thoughts. You gotta keep up with me. I got some young energy. I caught the L-O-V-E. How do you do this to me?” you finish and slowly the music stops. 

Looking through the window you can see Pete and Colson sitting on the couch and smiling at each other. You get off the stool you were sitting on, and walk through the door into the rest of the studio. “What do you guys think?” you ask, going to sit next to Pete for a second. 

“I think it sounds amazing, Y/N,” Colson says, holding his hand out for a high five, which you give him. 

“I agree baby,” Pete says, leaning over and placing a kiss on your neck. 

“Thank you guys,” you say with a laugh, and then stand up. “We’re gonna go through the whole thing now, so you’ll get to hear the whole thing together,” you say, walking to the door. You go back in the sound booth and put your headphones on, then think of something. “Hey,” you say to your producer, and he looks up. “After I finish, keep the extra music going, I’m going to do an outro,” you tell him, and he nods his head. The music starts, and you get into it. This time the music has your backgrounders in it, and it sounds even more put together. 

“Think I only want one number in my phone, I might change your contact to don’t leave me alone. You said you like my eyes and you like to make ‘em roll. Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin’ thrown.

“But I can’t help myself, When you get close to me, Baby my tongue goes numb, sounds like bleh, blah, blee. I don’t want no one else. Baby I’m in too deep. Here’s a little song I wrote, It’s about you and me. I’ll be honest, Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in, And when you got your arms around me, Ooh it feels so good i had to jump the octave. I think I got an ex but I forgot him, And I can’t find my chill, I must have lost it. I don’t even know I’m talking nonsense,

“I’m talking, I’m talking. I’m talking all around the clock. I’m talking hope nobody knocks. I’m talking opposite of soft. I’m talking wild, wild thoughts. You gotta keep up with me. I got some young energy. I caught the L-O-V-E. How do you do this to me?

“But I can’t help myself, When you get close to me, Baby my tongue goes numb, sounds like bleh, blah, blee. I don’t want no one else. Baby I’m in too deep. Here’s a little song I wrote, It’s about you and me. I’ll be honest, Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in, And when you got your arms around me, Ooh it feels so good i had to jump the octave. I think I got an ex but I forgot him, And I can’t find my chill, I must have lost it. I don’t even know I’m talking nonsense. I’m talking, I’m talking. Blah, blah, blah, blah, Uh-uh-uh-uh. Ahh. I don’t even know anymore. Ohh,” you finish the song, then start making things up as the music keeps playing, keeping with the rhythm of the song. 

“This song catchier than chicken pox is,” you say, the smile on your face growing. “I bet your house is where my other sock is,” you say, seeing Pete and Colson laughing through the window. “Woke up this morning thought I’d write a pop hit. How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz?” you say, full on laughing at this point. “That one’s not gonna make it,” you laugh looking at your producer. “Most of these aren’t going to make it,” you say, slipping the headphones off your head as the song ends. You quickly walk back through the doors, and sit next to Pete on the couch. He wraps his arms around you, and lifts you to be sitting on your lap. 

“Give us a minute Y/N, and we’ll have it ready to listen to,” your producer says. 

“Awesome, and then we’re done recording! Just have to choose an order” you reply with a slight chuckle. You slide off of Pete’s lap and stand up and hold out a hand. “Hey, Y/P/N, we’ll be right back. I’m going to go see what snacks are in the break room,” you say, and pull Pete out of the room. You walk down the hall side by side, with you keeping a hold of his hand to make sure that he follows you into the right room. “So, what did you think?” you ask him, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Be honest,” you blurt right as he opens his mouth to respond. 

“Honestly?” he asks, and you nod eagerly. “Honestly, I’m jealous of whoever that song is about,” he says, smirking down at you. You let go of his hand as you walk into the break room, skipping over to the fridge. 

“What do you mean?” you ask him coyly as you grab a water bottle out of the fridge. 

“Well, I could tell that you really care about whoever it was you were singing about,” he says as you hand him a soda. 

“You dummy,” you say, slapping his arm gently. “I wrote the song about you. You’re the person who has me thinking nonsense.”

“Oh. OH,” he says, when he realizes. 

“Yeah,” you say, looking down. Although you and Pete had been dating for six months, you had yet to say the three words to each other. 

“Hey,” he says, using his hand to lift your chin up. “I wanted it to be in a more romantic setting when I told you, rather than the break room of your recording studio, but, well, I love you,” he says, still holding your chin in his hand. 

“I love you, Pete. That song was kind of my love letter to you, that’s why I got kinda shy when you showed up and I had to record it in front of you,” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He leans down to kiss you, fiercely. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. Before you know it Colson walks in to find you sitting on the counter in the break room with your legs wrapped around Pete, deep in a makeout session.  

“Um, ahem,” Colson says, laughing, as you two suddenly break apart and you bury your face in Pete’s chest as he turns to look at Colson. 

“What man?” Pete asks him. 

“They finished the song. They’re ready for her to hear it,” he says, still laughing. Once you realize what he said, you push Pete away, jump down, grab his hand, and pull him all the way back to the studio. 

After you listen to the song, you and your producers decide to call it a day, and you, Pete, and Colson head out to celebrate the fact that you just finished your album.

[dragon-kazansky]

Smile for me | Helmut Zemo

Zemo couldn't stop looking at you. Earlier on Bucky had said something that had you and Sam in stiches, and since then he hadn't been able to stop looking at you. The smile that had been on your face was so pure and full of joy. Your laughter rang like music to his ears. He could still hear it now.

You hadn't laughed or smiled since. You had been all serious game since that moment, and Zemo just couldn't let it go.

How long had it been since he was able to make someone laugh or smile like that? Would he even be able to get you to smile, despite how you perceived him?

He would love to find out.

You were sitting on your own at the moment. Sam had excused himself with his laptop to try and find more information on where the Flag Smashers might be. Bucky had gone for a walk, but you weren't convinced that was all it was.

Zemo was the only other person in the room.

You had a book open in your lap, your thumb brushing along the edge of the page slowly as you absorbed the words. This was the most relaxed you had been since you agreed to come along with Sam and Bucky.

Helmut poured some tea for two and approached you. He put the tray down on the table and took a seat next to you.

"You made me tea?"

You had looked up from the pages of your book to the cup in front of you.

"Yes, is that alright?" Zemo asked, amused by the confusion etched on your face.

"Yes, thank you..."

Zemo watched as you closed the book and put it to one side. You reached out and took the cup he had made for you, letting the tea warm up your hands. You sat back and brought it to your lips.

"It's good."

Zemo smiles. You had yet to smile at him, but he would keep trying. Grabbing his own cup, he made himself comfortable next to you. You seemed content enough to sit next to him.

Once your cup was empty, you put it back down and picked up the book again. Despite the lack of a bookmark, you managed to find where you had left off. Zemo let his gaze rest on you as you lost yourself back within the pages.

You had managed to make him smile just by being you.

You only put the book down again after reaching the end of the chapter. This time around you turn so you're facing him. Zemo hadn't moved since he sat down and you felt bad for ignoring him. That was something you expected to feel considering who he is.

"It's a shame we didn't come to Riga under different circumstances." You sigh.

"Oh? What circumstances would you rather be here under?" Zemo's heart leaped at the fact you were even giving him the time of day. He wouldn't confess that though.

"Well, we need to lay low, which means we can't tour the town."

"You want to go outside?"

"I'd like to see more, not that your safe house isn't lovely, it is."

Zemo grinned. His eyes seemed to light up. "Is that so?"

You nodded your head gently, looking into those deep dark brown eyes of his. Why did his warm gaze make you feel so safe? That's the exact opposite of how you should be feeling either him.

"There is a square just further up the road. I could take you that far." He gave a little shrug.

He saw the way you perked up, sitting more upright, your eyes glistening with interest. He's got you.

"Do you want to go?"

You turn your head in the direction of where Sam had gone.

"I will tell him we are going out, I won't keep you long. If I don't have you back in 15-20 minutes, he can do whatever he wants with me." Zemo raises his hands a bit to show he was serious.

"I won't let him do anything to you, but I would very much like to go out."

Zemo smiles as he gets up and goes to seek out Sam. You wait eagerly. When he returns, Sam in tow, he grabs his coat and slides it on. Sam comes over to you, looking like a big brother about to give a lecture.

"If he tries anything, call me. Bucky is still out, so you let me know. I don't trust him, but I know I trust you. If Zemo so much as makes you think he's up to something, call." Sam glares at Zemo.

You get up from your seat and nod, turning to Zemo and gesturing for him to lead the way.

When you step outside, you stand and let the sun hit you, feeling its warmth. The slight breeze that cuts through the street felt fresh against your skin.

Zemo comes up behind you, placing a hand on your back as he gazes at you.

"Shall we?"

You nod and let him walk with you up the street. There are very few about and it's nice. These buildings around you looked old, yet stunning. You could get used to walking these streets. Maybe you should retire from the whole saving the world thing and live in the backstreet of Europe.

You could dream.

The square opens up just ahead. Still few people were wandering about. Zemo led you to the centre and let you look around. You spun around slowly, taking in the few stalls that were set up, the buildings towering over you, the children playing in one corner. It was so peaceful.

"Do you like what you see?" Zemo asked.

You stop and look at him. You nod. Then, thought it's slight and barely there, you smile.

Zemo swears his heart stops for a moment.

"I do. Thank you."

Helmut takes a step closer to you, his hands down by his side. Those deep dark eyes of his are focused on you.

"That's the first time you have smiled because of something I did." He speaks quietly, as if this was a secret only for your ears.

"Oh? I think this is the most we have spoken to each other. I've kind of been ignoring you, haven't I?"

"Perhaps, but I'm not offended," he chuckles. "I'm honoured you have shared with me something so beautiful."

You stare at him.

"Are you blushing?" He laughs, the sound makes your heart skip a beat.

"No."

He raises a hand, a gloved finger lightly brushes your cheek. It was so soft and quick, you're not entirely sure you felt it, but it happened. You step back just a little, turning your head to the side slightly, biting back a bigger smile.

"Is that another smile I see?"

"Nope." You shake your head a little vigorously.

"You wound me."

You glance up to see he has a hand over his heart as he leans back, sort of as if he had been shot with an arrow.

With that cheeky grin on his face, and the way he's messing about and teasing you, you can't stop the laughter from spilling out. It's the exact sound he had hoped to hear again.

You place your hands on his shoulders and push him lightly, trying to get him to stop messing around, but he just grabs your hands gently and brings them to his chest, pulling you closer to him.

"I made you laugh! Such an achievement." He grins some more.

"Is that what you wanted?" You ask, happy enough to stand this close with him. His gloved hands were warm on yours.

"Yes."

You don't even bother trying to hide the next smile. This man has made you feel so comfortable in his presence, all while standing in unfamiliar territory.

"I should probably get you back now, but if you ever find yourself here in Riga again, I shall give you a list of places to go and things to see."

He goes to remove his hands from yours, but you are quickly to hold onto one of them with both of yours as you look him in the eye. You shake your head, causing him to furrow his brow at you.

"What's the point if I don't have my tour guide to show me everything?"

"Your tour guide?"

"Well, aren't you?" You tilt your head to the side. Your melting his heart with every little thing you do.

"I suppose I am, but I doubt we'll ever be back here together. I am a criminal, remember?"

"Yeah I remember. Still, I refuse to come back if my favourite tour guide isn't going to be with me." You squeeze his hand.

"I'm your favourite?"

"Well, technically, you're my only tour guide." You give him your best cheeky grin.

"I see." He steps a little closer. "Do I get anything for showing you the square today?"

"Oh, you want payment?" You roll your eyes.

"Perhaps just a little something?"

You smile softly as you brush your nose with his. The fact you're even considering it makes you think you've gone mad, but there's something irresistible about this man in front of you.

Before you even get the chance to kiss him, a cold metal hand grabs Zemo by the shoulder and pulls him back. You step back and look at Bucky, who is glaring at the man you were so close to kissing.

"What are you two doing?"

"Zemo was giving me a tour. Sam knows we're here. I wanted to see Riga." You look down, embarrassed.

Bucky let's go of Zemo and places an arm around you, guiding you back toward the safe house. Zemo straightened his clothes before following after you, annoyed that a perfect moment was disturbed.

When you get back, Bucky gives Zemo a warning before he goes off to brood in the next room. Sam follows after him to find out what happened.

Zemo goes to pour himself a drink, but you slide up beside him and take his hand back in yours.

"I'd like to pay now."

Zemo chuckles softly. "I was only teasing you."

"I know, but still."

Zemo sits there as you lean in place a delicate kiss to his cheek. You pull away and drop his hand.

"If you want anything more, you have to take me on a proper tour."

Zemo smiles softly.

"Is that a promise?" He asks, whispering to you.

"Yes."

"Then I shall have to do everything in my power to make sure I give you that tour."

You give him the brightest smile you can manage and step away before the boys come back.

Zemo gives a subtle wink.

Now there is NO WAY he is going back to prison. Not unless he disappoints someone so special.

[faeriwon]

DIMPLE BOY - no way

wc ; 1k

“oh y/n!“ san jumped up when he saw you and ryujin walking into the kitchen. “i’m happy you came.” the raven haired boy eyes you up and down, as if he was taking in a view. it made you feel a bit self conscious of the shorter dress you were wearing, making you pull it down just slightly.

chaeryoung was the one to spot the dress and immediately forced you to try it on. you weren’t sure about buying it but wearing it made you feel beautiful. so after a quick thought, you found yourself at the register, paying for the white dress. you wanted to look extra pretty for dimple boy.

“i couldn’t just not show up, you always throw the best parties.” you giggled at the boy, getting a wink in return. ryujin loudly coughed, trying to clear the odd air. “i’m gonna go get myself a drink, you want anything?” she poked you in your side, expecting an answer. “no im okay.” you quickly returned before letting san take up your attention again, ryujin quietly walking further into the kitchen.

he lead you to the living room which was overly full with people had all the furniture pushed against the walls. you looked around at the people dancing on the middle of the room, the people sitting on the couches and the people making out in the corners. you felt a bit out of place, parties truly weren’t your ideal scene.

“want to dance with me.” san asked after he had turned around to face you. you returned a hesitant nod. “don’t worry, it’ll be fun!” he exclaimed before grasping you by the wrist and dragging you into the middle of the room. the boy looked smug, too smug. you still weren’t sure about who dimple boy was but you were almost sure it wasn’t san. it just couldn’t be him. but you still let him lead you to the dance floor, it was a party after all.

a few drinks and a few hours later, the party had mostly cleared out. the music was turned down and the livingroom was littered with solo cups and empty beer bottles. you were situated on the coach, with sunoo and chaeryoung making out besides you. riki was resting his head on jungwons lap across the room and san and a few of his friends went outside for a smoke. yuna and ryujin were in the bathroom, fixing up their hair and makeup.

you were busy, scrolling through your phone and feeling slightly disappointed at dimple boy for no showing again, when san walked back into the living room.

“everyone in a circle on the ground, were playing seven minutes in heaven.” san declared, taking a random empty beer bottle and laying it down in the middle if the room. all of you in the living room were quick to oblige, sitting in a neat circle, chaeryoung and san sitting next to you. “ryujin and yuna are still in the bathroom, so just wait a sec before beginning.” you whispered to san.

jungwon furrowed his eyebrows from the opposite side of the circle. he had been trying the entire night to get you alone with him. but it felt nearly impossible, san had been taking up all your time at the party. leaving your dearest dimple boy frustrated. this game of seven minutes in heaven, how stupid it may sound, felt like his last option at getting you alone with him.

yuna and ryujin returned not long after, sitting down in the gap jungwon had left between him and yeosang. “okay so im spinning the bottle twice, the people it lands on go to the balcony for seven minutes to do whatever. ok?” san briefly explained getting conformation in return.

he nodded and spun the bottle, jungwon looked at the bottle with wide eyes, it was now or never. the bottle came to a stop with its head facing you. you looked up from the bottle with a little smile on your face. san spun it again, this time the bottle head pointing towards jungwon.

the boy was ecstatic, this was the moment where he would reveal himself. he was actually going to do it.

you stood up and made your way to the balcony, jungwon following closely behind you. some people in the circle whistling at you guys.

once on the balcony, you turned to jungwon. “so, what do you want to do before someone picks us up?” you question, fiddling with your hands. jungwon was now leaning on the railing of the balcony, looking at the lit up city in front of him. “i wanted to tell you something.” he looked at you with a smile, revealing his dimples.

you joined the boy at the railing looking back at him, “go ahead.” you sighed out.

“i-uh, i think it’s obvious that i’ve liked you for a while.” jungwon stammered. “but i don’t think it’s clear how much i actually like you.” the boy nervously bit his lip, slightly scared of your reaction to what was coming next. “i’m dimple boy.”

your eyes widened and you inhaled a deep breath. jungwon couldn’t even bring himself to look at you right now, he felt like his knees would give in. “could you repeat that?” you stuttered out. “i’m dimple boy.” he repeated, this time louder than the last time.

your looked at him, with wide eyes and you mouth slightly opened. “no way.”

jungwon finally looked back at you and nodded. jungwon nervously looking at you was the last sight you saw before blackness engulfed your eyesight and you fell down.

jungwon was quick to catch your limp form, worry washing over him. “y/n? y/n! wake up!” he shook your body. he hurriedly laid you down on the balcony before running back into the livingroom.

once he entered he screamed, “she fainted, she fucking fainted!”

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synopsis ; you didn’t really mind when you started receiving cute twitter dm’s from a private account named dimple boy. but now that your secret admirer has admitted to attending the same school, you are committed to finding out who it is.

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[archivalofsins]

Thanks @doctorbunny for helping me find the source to answer this,

"Is it said that the staff thought Mahiru would be forgiven in trial one, or?"

Well not by the entire staff but Yamanaka and Deco themselves said they hadn't anticipated Mahiru being found guilty within the Milgram Second Anniversary Stream that was translated by Maristelina,

Yamanaka: Ahh… I don’t know about Deco-san, but in my mind I kind of had a hunch about if this person would be forgiven, or if they wouldn’t be forgiven. I was wrong about 2 people. Amami: Wow, two people? Lounsbery: Can we ask who? Yamanaka: Hmm what should I do? Maybe just one… hm, what to do? Lounsbery: We want to know at least one Yamanaka: Should I do it? What should I do… Umm Amami: Hey, tell us Yamanaka: Um… Mahiru Amami: Oh… Mahiru-chan Lounsbery: Did it surprise you? Yamanaka: Well, not surprised per se, but I pictured that she would be forgiven in the beginning. How about you Deco-san? From a composer perspective. Like did you have a feel for whether a song would lean towards being forgiven, or not forgiven?

This is also the same livestream where they assert that the prisoners cover songs are unrelated,

Deco: Mahiru. Amami: So it’s Mahiru Deco: I thought the result would be the opposite. It was unexpected. The song itself was cheerful, cute, a girl in love. Amami: The comments are saying her voice drama was scary Deco: I guess she has this something that’s seeping out of her, and that’s scaring people. Amami: I’ve been told that it’s unrelated, but I’m pretty sure her cover song is also influencing the results. Yamanaka: It’s totally unrelated. Deco: Covers of Deco*27’s songs are completely unrelated. Unrelated.

So, neither Yamanaka or Deco expected Mahiru to be found guilty trial one but they also didn't anticipate one other prisoner getting the verdict they received trial one. Yamanaka and Deco noted this in regards to Milgram,

Deco: We’ll talk more about the second trial later, but I just want to say that it’s so fun to produce contents for Milgram. We receive votes from everyone who’s sending us comments right now, and we come up with new ideas based on those votes. Milgram isn’t only made by the people sitting here, but also by the viewers. I felt it’s a very fresh take, and I had a lot of fun Yamanaka: We can’t prepare the screenplay or music beforehand. It really feels like a free-style rap based on the answers we get from everyone. Amami: True true Deco: It’s a lot of hard work Yamanaka: Like if that’s how you’re gonna come at us, then we’ll add these factors in. I have that side to me and I’m sure Deco-san does too, like adding new information or setting. That’s also a part of the fun over the last two years.

Milgram has been very reactionary in hindsight. It's kind of funny to look back on this livestream now,

Lounsbery: I really think writing scenarios is a difficult job. Plus people speculate and write their own theories on how things are going to turn out. Do you ever feel like you never want to make those theories come true? Yamanaka: Yup. The story progression has already been decided though. Lounsbery: Of course Yamanaka: It’s already been decided, and most of the time I already have a feel for how people are going to guess, and what kind of speculation will be born. But there are times when I see something that comes from a completely different angle, and I feel tempted to direct the story that way because it’s so interesting. That’s how diverse the minds of our audience are from all walks of life and various parts of the world, and I feel great value in our contents.

There were also more discussions on the prisoners verdicts some highlights to me are,

Yamanaka: Arthur-sensei, what was your view on Milgram? Yamanaka: Arthur-sensei, what was your view on Milgram? Lounsbery: I think it comes down to, “Ah, so this person is forgiven while this person isn’t?” I had a lot of thoughts about that. We can see the changes in the votes in real time, so I wondered at what point did people have changes of heart. At first you can have this person with majority votes, but before you realize, the other person has more votes. I’m guessing that’s due to everyone changing their minds as the speculations are updated. I want to peek into the thoughts of everyone who follows the websites that post speculations and theories. Like why did they decide they could no longer forgive certain issues.

"It’s ok for everyone else but not for me."

Yamanaka: But was there anything that turned out differently than you expected? Deco: Kotoko has a scene in her MV that shows her clearly beating someone, yet she was the most forgiven character, and that was unexpected for me. Like, why?

24/07/05 (Mu’s Birthday)

Mu: You know, I think this is all your fault really. Everyone’s on edge because you lashed out. And because of that, nobody’s paying attention to me any more. It’s kinda boring. I don’t get it. Kotoko: ……you went out of you way to say that to my face? Aren’t you scared of me? The next target of my fangs might be you. Mu: Why? Kotoko-san, aren’t you punishing the bad guys? I didn’t do anything wrong. And anyway, fufu, you’re talking like you’re fine too. Aren’t you gonna be not forgiven too this time? What will you do then?Start biting yourself? Fufu, that’s hilarious. I want to watch. Kotoko: ……you’re good at provoking people. I’ll pray that you won’t be forgiven this time. When that time comes, I’ll be sure to crush you.

"But, I must say, the current situation within this prison is directly influenced by the fact that she was once found “innocent”."

Yamanaka: Like Deco-san mentioned earlier, instead of those with blatant depictions like Haruka and Kotoko, those without any depictions, like Mahiru, are less likely to be forgiven. It’s interesting how people approach Milgram

"What I saw was... Just you having fun."

I'm sure you were in love. Your feelings of bliss were conveyed to me as well. "Right? It was really fun- Did it make you want to fall in love?" No clue about that one. "Heh, you're so cold~. So, how... does that correlate to me not being forgiven?"

It was so unexpected that there's an error in the second trial commencement notice that literally contradicts itself by saying,

"Your judgment was “guilty”, and as such, her ideas were affirmed. Because she was found “guilty”, she’s lost the raison d’etre of her own existence."

So yeah those are all the reasons I'm pretty sure they didn't expect Mahiru to be guilty trial one.

What do you think a Trial 1 Innocent Mahiru would be like?

I know this is going to be short but if anyone wants to know what a trial one innocent Mahiru would look like they just have to look at Mu. I was discussing this in a server I'm in but there are three choices when it comes to the prisoners verdicts,

Say nothing (Don't engage. Leave them be.) Guilty/Don't Forgive (Reject, Restrict, Restrain.) Innocent/Forgive (Accept, Affirm, Allow.)

Due to the ways in which the audience choose to engage with Milgram there are a lot of possible paths that are for lack of a better term lost to us now. For instance we never got to find out what would happen if Es just shut the hell up and didn't give a judgment on certain prisoners as they were told to do by many prisoners.

I think that we will be seeing the aftermath of enabling certain characters behavior twice in a row more clearly once the commencement notice drops.

Since as we saw trial one the Innocent/Forgive verdict doesn't just give the character leniency and show mercy too them but validates if not outright states to them that the behavior that led to that predicament is okay.

We saw this with Haruka,

"It is. I felt uneasy about it this whole time… Someone as worthless as me having killed someone to gain attention, and a person who surely had more worth and more of a future than me, at that…" … "But it turns out that I did nothing wrong after all! It wasn't wrong of me to kill her! There was never anything for me to worry about…!"

Mu,

"…um… um, by the way Warden-san! I don't know about this, but…" What? "You forgave me because I'd only given the bullies their just desserts, right?" … Well… I guess so. "What was it called again… Revenge… Revenge? That means revenge is an acceptable motive, right? So if you don't forgive me this time, that'd mean that it isn't." … "Leaving behind all that stuff you said about me possibly having been a bully myself- not that any of that's true, of course!" Sure. "So, if I'd gotten payback for how my bullies treated me, then that'd count as revenge, right? And if you believe that was my only option, then don't you have to forgive me?" …uh… I'm not really sure what you're trying to say… "You see~, if you think that me bullying someone back after being bullied is the natural course of action, then wouldn't it be bad to bully me back in return?" … "But if you were like, "I won't forgive you Muu! Revenge is bad!" then wouldn't that imply that it's also bad for me to bully someone back after they bullied me?"

Mu you said it was okay for me to bully people who bullied me when you voted me innocent first trial. If you had said you didn't forgive me then you'd have said that revenge is bad. Yet, the fact is you forgave me so revenge is good so it's acceptable for me to bully people who have bullied me. You're verdict said that is the correct course of action so if you bully me now then you'll deserve exactly what happens after that right?

"If you want to betray from jealousy- You know what’s gonna happen ON YOU."/ "Is this fun for you? Tying me up, bullying me, watching me suffer. You’re just like the others, getting mad because I was lucky in life and thinking you can treat me however you want."

and Kotoko through her attacks on the prisoners.

However in the case of Yuno, Shidou, and Kazui their responses to their verdicts were treated as vague. In Shidou's case his response to his verdict wasn't really that vague. He just did what he said he'd do if he was forgiven continue what he was doing regardless of how meaningless it was.

Kotoko's attacks allowed Shidou to showcase how he hadn't changed one bit as he weighed lives against each other. Deciding who was salvageable and who was a lost cause,

It's been a while, Shidou. "Orbital floor fracture on the right." Hm? "Traumatic retinal detachment. Bruising. Lacerations. Partial fracture of the thorax." ... "This is Kajiyama-kun's present condition." Futa's...

"“Throw down”, someone’s value cannot be the same as another. “Throw down” should choose between superiority or inferiority."

23/10/24 (Shidou’s Birthday)

Mahiru: You have a family right, Shidou-san……? How does it feel, being married, having kids……? Shidou: ……yeah, it’s a wonderful thing. Children…… yeah. They really are hope for the future. When you have your own, suddenly it becomes fun growing old. Since as you grow older, you get to see them grow up. Mahiru: Ah…… how lovely. It was always my dream to become a bride. Though maybe that seems a bit out-dated. I wish it could’ve come true…… Shidou: It isn’t too late. I’m going to make sure you live. So let’s get out of here, and you make your wish come true. ……you still have so much to live for.

"You don’t even know yet, and yet... Killing, extracting, I still won’t see them again I need to be tagged as RED."

Shidou's Aesculapius

Shiina-kun's is even worse. Head lacerations. Bruising all over her body. A sprained neck. Fractured ribs. Further fracturing to the left arm. And furthermore... This may be outside my profession, but her mental health is deteriorating as well."

"So this is unpleasant, so this makes me sick- What do you mean INNOCENT"

"If this is my punishment. Now I see, this world is cruel and merciless."

"“Throw down” it’s ok, that’s enough Can’t stay away Please don’t forgive me. That’s why I want this to end."

"I��m still guilty even if the morning comes."/"No thank you, it’s none of your concern."

"[Cackling] Not dead... yeah she's definitely not dead... I finally understand the value of what I've been robbing people of."

"To keep you alive, you are still living."/ "Killing, extracting, I still won’t see them again."

"Lying, replacing with hope."/ "The correct answer, I don’t yet know, but there are lives that need safeguarding."

noun 1a : pass, safe-conduct b: convoy, escort 2a: a precautionary measure, stipulation, or device b: a technical contrivance to prevent accident safeguard verb safeguarded; safeguarding; safeguards transitive verb 1: to provide a safeguard for 2: to make safe : protect

24/09/02 (Yuno’s Birthday)

Shidou: Thank you for your assistance with Shiina-kun’s treatment. It’s been a big help having you here. Both for her and for me. It’s good to know that even if something happens to me, you’ll still be around. Yuno: No way. I can’t do anything on my own. All I’m doing is helping with whatever you’re doing. It’s just like playing pretend as a nurse. Shidou: No, you’ve got a good sense for things like this. You’re quick to notice things, calm, and fearless. If you haven’t decided what you want to be in the future, maybe you should consider becoming a doctor yourself. Yuno: You think so? ……haha, stop it. I don’t want to be thinking about the future right now. And for someone like me to have other people’s lives in my hands…… that’s no laughing matter.

Honestly the audience is lucky they only managed to recreate three of the prisoners crimes. We could've gone ten for ten-

23/05/15 (Interrogation Start: Shidou and Mahiru)

Jackalope: Prisoner 05, Shidou Prisoner 06, Mahiru. The interrogations for these two will now be held. Just leave your questions in the comments here. Ask whatever you want to know. This is where you show off your skills as a prison guard. ……hmmm. These two have now totally slipped into the roles of doctor and patient huh. It probably isn’t a good time to be getting interrogated for them…… but, well, it’s the rule.

Let's give the guy in here for malpractice another patient he definitely wouldn't do the same thing again,

"“Throw down” it’s ok, that’s enough. Can’t stay away."

He definitely would not take advantage of another person having a medical emergency. He did not have a documented history of doing anything like that to other people's family. Definitely not.

"Hey, you remember what it feels like? The feeling to take away in order to give."

Shidou began focusing all his energy into recreating the dynamic of doctor and patient that led to the crimes he committed to be here in the first place.

Once again over tending to his plants until they died,

Smothering them with care the same exact way the prisoner paired with him smothered others with her affection. Showing no regard for how her feelings and the way she expressed them impacted those around her,

"My emotions are out of control, that’s inconvenient? I don’t care! Tell me, oh tell me why, won’t you just accept me?"

Somehow creating what could possibly be most the fitting end for both of these characters their interaction leading to their mutual destruction.

Though that's just what I believe happened. Hell maybe he had nothing to do with it. I have no attachment to any of these characters leaving here with a stellar reputation regardless of how they leave if at all. But what does this have to do with Mahiru being innocent trial one?

I'm building a bit of a case study on how the innocent verdicts have impacted the prisoners in order to attempt t to deduce what trial one innocent would look like for Mahiru.

Given the hints from Mahiru's first voice drama and the focus on reciprocity. I've stated in that same server that she would have more than likely become more open about her behavior in order to reciprocate Es' kindness. She says it herself in This Is How To Be In Love With You,

"I’m going to start relying on you if you’re kind to me, so please forgive me, thanks!”

In her second voice drama Mahiru would have more than likely begun venting to Es about her relationships. We would have heard contradictory factors about the person she's been with. This would have alluded to what This Is How To Be In Love With You and I Love You alludes to that Mahiru was seeing multiple people.

This is alluded to in This Is How To Be In Love With You through her myriad of outfit changes, the changes in the interests of the people she's going to see, the fact that out of all those pictures we only see this guy once and it's his arm.

These statements,

Q.03 Have you ever cheated on someone? Mahiru: Of course not! How could you ever cheat on someone!? Right!? Q.05 Who do you dislike most out of the other prisoners? Mahiru: Futa-kun is a bully, so definitely out! Also Mikoto is pretty flippant, he kinda seems like the type who’d cheat~

There is no reason for anyone to bring up cheating this often or for these questions to be chosen if they didn't show tell us something about the characters being asked the question. Then in I Love You,

"Saying I love you but doing what I did, I know I have no right, crossed and covered in sin."

We'd probably get to see when she began to have relationships like that. She'd start trying to give Es love advice, tips on how to better communicate with the other prisoners, start asking if their was anyone they'd fallen in love with yet. Probably assume it was Mu since she was innocent.

Her second trial song would have probably focused on finally getting the acceptance she felt she deserved and finding understanding. The stalker thing would still be mentioned and she would possibly be confused or brush it off like well of course you want to know everything about the people you're with it's the same as how you are with all of us right. You want to know us in and out because you care about all of us right that's love too?

Ultimately Mahiru as a character embodies the states of love. So, we'd probably shift to another form of love like with agape, eros, storge, philia as she would try to teach Es the concept in hopes of them better understanding and accepting her. Due to being rejected she cranked things up to a hundred jumping straight into saying I love you to get her point across. Because those three words can have a bit of stun effect especially when said out of nowhere and so much like that.

She ultimately used the phrase so much it lost its meaning. Well it still had its meaning but it became really doubtful that Mahiru understood what it was. Because of that she was mostly labelled as too delusional to understand what she had done was wrong despite blatantly admitting she was informed by the person that her behavior was making them uncomfortable multiple times.

"I know it's not the type of question you want to be asked I can’t help myself because I want to see your cute confused face, I’m sorry."

Mahiru's response to being rejected is to pursue harder. Is to come on stronger until the other party gives in. Her response to being accepted seems to be to lose interest. To back off, stay leveled, and look for other things that would be more exciting than the monotony of a regular relationship. Including just sewing chaos in the relationship she currently has just to do it. So much so that she notes it's a pattern to the extent of being considered a ritual by her,

"Even when I test you, even the times we do the breakup ritual- Is because I love you."

Ultimately she would have ended up guilty trial two because she would have blamed everything on others in her life for not being accepting enough. Or not,

"Do you really think you know what love is?"

Really knowing what love was like she does. She would become the resident love expert and start pursuing the object of her affection heavily which is implied to be Kazui,

20/06/19

Kazui: By the way…… thanks, Shina-chan. You keep going around and talking to people to make sure the mood never gets too sour, right? It’s a big help. We’re all in here together, after all. If a fight broke out the whole group could fall apart. Mahiru: ……eh? Huh~? Ah, no, I’m just talking to people because I personally want to talk. All the kids are so cute, so I can’t help but want to fuss over them! A fight, huh… But if that ever happened, then you’ll definitely be a big help, right~? Since you’re so big! And buff! Kazui: Ahh, no. I mean, I’ll do what I can. Based on appearance, as long as nobody has a weapon, I think I can probably get everyone under control…… No, we should just hope that nothing like that ever happens. Mahiru: You know, I quite like watching martial arts, actually. I don’t really get it, but it looks super cool. Hi-yah! Hi-yah!

Day. 5

point: watch Left: Today I started talking to him by chance, and he told me that his hobby is running. Without thinking I took a chance where I saw it and told him “I’m interested too!” so now we’re going to go running together. Even though I’m really bad at exercise…… I’ve never run so much in my life. Totally exhausted. Don’t lose focus even when exercising! The pastel tones mean not only do you look ready to go but also give off a cute oneesan appeal. Hoodie, T-shirt, shorts, leggings, cap, sneakers, wristwatch ／ All personal possessions

20/08/02

Mahiru: Yeah, I’m asking for what you like in the opposite sex! I mean, with a lifestyle like this we have a lot of free time, right? So earlier when I was talking with all the other girls we got onto the topic! It’s not often you get a chance like this to live with a mix of men and women together, so I thought it might be nice to use the chance to talk about stuff like this in preparation for when we leave. Kazui: Ah…… Haha, I understand. I can see that’d be the sort of thing girls your age would be interested in, huh. How peaceful. What I like in the opposite sex… I don’t know if what I say will really be a good reference for you…… Ah, you know, since I’m at this age. I like a girl who can just smile free of worries. Seeing that’d make my old, tired heart feel young again. Yuno: Uh-huh, I see, I see. ……that’s a total lie, right? Kazui: Haha…… Give me a break here. You sure don’t make things easy for people, Kashiki-chan.

Q.05 Who do you dislike most out of the other prisoners?

"Futa-kun is a bully, so definitely out! Also Mikoto is pretty flippant, he kinda seems like the type who’d cheat~"

20/06/08

Mahiru: Shidou-san…… you’re really good-looking. Personally I think you’d be better if you ate a bit more, but you’re slim and tall, and well put together to boot…… You must’ve been super popular up until now, right? Shidou: ……yeah, that’s true…… I did my share of fooling around in the past. Mahiru: Oh~? That’s not the sort of answer I’d expect from you. I’ve got it! Somebody told you that if you replied like that people wouldn’t resent you so much, right? Shidou: Haha, I’m surprised you guessed. ……it seems that no matter what guise I put on, it’s meaningless against a woman’s insight.

Q.20 What do you think about smoking?

Mahiru: I’ve never smoked myself- But if the person I like did, then I might start to be like them.

21/08/05   (Kazui’s Birthday)

Kazui: Oh, Shina-chan? How scandalous, coming to a man’s room in the middle of the night like this. Well, not that it’s really a room, just a cell. ……just kidding, since you brought some drinks with you, I’m assuming you’ve come to wish me a happy birthday, right? Thank you. Mahiru: Yep! Happy birthday Kazui-san~ Clap clap clap! But as well as that~ ……I also just maybe wanted to use it as an excuse so I could ask you for some advice over drinks, I suppose? Kazui: Advice, huh. Well, you’re more than welcome, but I don’t really know what advice an old man like me could give you. I haven’t got the first clue about what love is like for a young girl nowadays. Mahiru: Ahaha…… Don’t worry, much as I’d love to talk about that too, um…… er, Kazui-san. You know, recently I’ve been having the same dream every day. Lots of people were denying my actions…… Denying my thoughts…… that sort of dream.

"Ring ring, I’m calling you in the middle of the night."/ "

Q.05  If you went to an amusement park, what ride would you choose to go on? Kazui: Not gonna lie, I kinda want to go on the merry-go-round.

With Shidou, Mahiru and Kazui all innocent round one I feel like Mahiru would start smoking as an excuse to get closer to Kazui. Then that would in turn bring her closer to Shidou who was already showing an interest in Mahiru due to the many ways she resembles his wife. Being good at cooking, cleaning, communication, and with kids like Amane.

This would open up the love triangle route. Where Mahiru is interested in Kazui, Kazui is annoyed or put off by her advances (not really interested in anyone), Shidou is interested in Mahiru and worried about how the verdict has been impacting her because she just started smoking seems to be changing a great deal and in a very insignificant amount of time at that.

She'd basically start annoying Kazui the same way that Mu began annoying Yuno. She'd then be more guilty trial two for getting in the of a lot of people's favorite ships. People would react worse to Mahiru even trying to fuck Kazui then they did to Mu and Haruka's relationship where no one was fucking. There wasn't even much inclination that was going on with them and both their fans wanted to burn the other character at the stake for daring to be near their precious child.

People would be calling for Mahiru to be killed out of jealousy. Because she dared to even make one advance at Kazui. Not me though girl you pursue your dreams.

Shidou was like there's still time you can get out of here and do that while Mahiru was laid up and bed like yeah out of here and do it. Kazui off patrolling the prison as this woman is sat in bed with two attendants. Kazui and Mahiru were stopped from doing the funniest thing due to those first trial verdicts.

It would have been amazing to see her pursue that harder. Because she was pursuing it. She never asked any other man what their type was. That was a Kazui specific question. We didn't see that conversation with the girls she was talking about. Plus we know the other girls here who the fuck was really asking that question at that time?

Mu was afraid and requesting deserts. Kotoko is Kotoko. Do you think she asked. Yuno is there and could have corroborated her story but instead was like let me point out how this man is lying.

Just him and she quickly dismissed any other man here as not good enough for arbitrary reasons or just based of vibes.

She knew she is twenty-three she navigated that well but she knew. Her coming in their trial two and being like thanks to Milgram I found my true love and Kazui coming in trial two like you need to do something about this woman before I do. While Shidou is over here getting Mahiru's help tending to Amane after she inevitably gets wounded because Kotoko would then attack in this order,

Futa

Amane

Mikoto- (intervenes)

This would be wild. It would logically be what would happen. Like it's logistically Kotoko's best bet to attack the most people. However it going this way relies on the idea that Kazui would still intervene during the attack with Futa which would leave Amane tto get really messed up by Kotoko's attack.

Now hear me out.

In this circumstance Futa might get fucked up more and Kazui would have probably intervened with Amane instead. Because in the first attack he choose the younger of the two prisoners Kotoko attempted to attack to step in on. So in this scenario he may do that again.

Protecting the kids like Mahiru asked him to.

This of course only makes Mahiru want him more. He's a protector she thinks. He's so strong and did the best he could she says. She just wants to be a little more like him it's not weird to want to be like the person you like Es and she can stop smoking any time. She started and she can quit!

Mahiru on that Gilbert Nightray behavior if you know then you know. I love how I said this was short but I actually have so many thoughts on this because it's a hilarious setup. Man it would have been hilarious if she was innocent trial one because the staff didn't expect her to be guilty. So her innocent scenario must have been so much worse.

Like there are a lot of ways it could have went if she was innocent trial one but given statements within canon this is something I see as being incredibly likely. Yeah so that's all I've got on that sorry for like accidentally posting the answer before it was complete and hope you can see this.

[smolla-than-a-bug]

shinichiro as your boyfriend

sano shinichiro x reader

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content — gn!reader, sfw, mentions alcohol and smoking/vaping, hands + pics, includes a short filo au bonus at the end

notes — *brainrots* IM GOING CRAZY OVER THR LAST EPISODE OH MY GOD JENDKKEMDMF anyway so ill try updating m:i by this wednesday!! i should really balance my school work better LMAO

such a clingy bf under no circumstances will he let go of u ever

hes like omg finally a s/o and he loves u sososo much that he physically needs to be close to u all the time

will constantly have a hand or a limb attached to u in some way or another

he likes to have u sit in his lap regardless of what ur doing and let u do ur thing as long as he gets to squeeze u tight in his arms and nuzzle into ur neck

he just hides in ur neck and… inhales… ur scent

he cannot get enough of u istg

has 100% fallen asleep like that before and will do it again

then when he wakes up hes the cutest omg

he would be all fuzzy and fluffy inside and just overall happy to be there and wake up w u in his arms

drives manual cars idk i jus strongly feel like he does

he barely drives cars tho,, he only does on occasion cos he still prefers his bike over anything else

music taste 100% consists of classic rock

is a sucker for 80s-90s love songs that u always hear on the radio like when i met you by apo hiking society and more than words by extreme

randomly sings them, especially if its playing on the radio he has in his garage

will definitely pull u away from work to dance even if he is the worst dancer on the planet

dancing is fun and he gets to see u having fun so its entirely worth it

cried watching the notebook but denies it with his whole chest if the topic comes up

would build a house for u if u asked him

despite his reputation in the gang world, between his friends and siblings he’s the one who everyone bullies

will whine and fake cry about it to u and use it as an excuse to cuddle bc he “needs the comfort”

if ur there when hes getting roasted he will hide behind u, use u as a shield, and try getting u on his side

ur his s/o so u have to, right?

but if u start making fun of him too, he will get extra whiny and cling onto u bc “my s/o is so mean to me”

then he will demand extra snuggles for u to make it up to him

but like he gets super defensive when getting teased. he has an answer to everything thrown at him bc he is #witty

but when its u, no doubt his answers will be very flirty and sometimes even suggestive

he doesn’t hesitate teasing u tho he’s playful like that

he doesn’t mind other people making fun of u as long as it’s clearly a joke but if he senses some weight in that ‘joke’, then it isn’t a joke anymore and he will not hesitate to square up

is so protective of u

not protective like u cant do this u cant wear that, but he’s protective in the sense that he will accompany u if u feel unsafe and will fight anyone who tries to violate u

has gotten beat up before bc someone made a comment about u behind ur back and he didn’t like what he heard

makes faces at children in public to try to make them laugh but it rarely ever turns out the way he wants it to

a lightweight when it comes to alcohol

caring for drunk shinichiro is such an experience omg

he would be tripping over his feet, mumbling about how he has the best s/o in the world and how he loves u so much

he tries not to but when he smokes in the presence of other ppl (especially u, whether or not u smoke), he always exhales the smoke in the opposite direction

if u smoke, he likes winding down with u thru a little smoke sesh at the end of the day and he will always make sure to ask u how ur day went n give u a due response. it makes it more comforting, not smoking by himself

if u vape, he honestly loves the smell of ur juice and when u try new flavors, he likes to guess what flavor it is

i’d like to say he smells like freshly washed sheets but ik he be greasy w sweat n motor oil LMFAO

and hes so used to it that he never really wipes the grease off unless needed, like if he has a customer walk in or if a distant relative visits

but he prefers when u come over with a towel to clean him up yourself, even if u scold him for it <3

his nails are always dirty i said what i said

he tends to pick at the dirt under his nails a lot but it just never gets clean clean and hes used to it

but of course when u entered his life, it became a usual thing to just have him sit down while u clean his nails for him. properly.

and while he sits there, he watches the entire process and the focus on ur face just so mesmerized no matter how often u do it

he has that dumb smile while watching u work on his nails and in his head he’s all like “my s/o is the most perfect and caring and loving and amazing…” the list goes on

in short, he loves getting babied by you

but!!!!!! he loves taking care of u just as much <3

u are definitely a role model/parental figure to his siblings too (and all the other kids by extension) i feel like that goes without saying

everyone looks up to u and u are definitely the one to contact for advice or when they have personal concerns bc they know u wont judge and u will give substantial help <3

they all defo have family problems too like dude no way are they allowed to be running around in gangs if they didnt

so like u always make it known that if anyone needs a place to stay, a meal to eat, help with school, etcetc then they can approach u <3

bc they are all so young and deserve to have a childhood they can look back on and smile at <3

shinichiro falls more and more in love with u whenever shit like that happens too like,,,

he gets all soft n fantasizes about having a family with u if u are ever up for it

he personally would rather adopt but if u want ur own biological children then hes all up for that too !!!!

he would be the best dad ohmyfodfdmme

but if u dont want kids, he genuinely doesnt mind as long as he has u

listen i know he has the perfect hands tho like hear me out

not too veiny, not too slender but oooo i know his fingers r long n his knuckles r big

disclaimer idk who owns the hands in the photos above i got them from pinterest n in my mind, they r shinichiros hands <3

imagine him in rings n chain bracelets omg

he loves giving u massages especially when ur stressed imagine getting massaged by these hands oh my god

ok enough abt his hands

he likes to bring up ur hands to his lips n put little kisses on it

he thinks hes being romantic and he is absolutely correct

i would like to see this man in a long sleeved dress shirt but with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows

we know he doesn’t have much muscle he’s lowkey a twig but like that jus means the button down would be kinda loose on him rather than form fitting and he would look so cozy n cuddly omf soft boy

he is not embarrassed at all about his middle school self’s hairstyle

he would never go back to doing it every day again bc hes too lazy but to this day he still thinks he looked so cool

hes so annoying HAHAHAHA (affectionate)

he likes to bug u for attention out of the blue when he feels like it or just… when hes bored

and he tends to distract u from work/school work habitually

he is either (1) so chill he reacts to everything like its a normal occurrence or (2) super easy to fluster

i know some people get weirded out by feet but if u send him a video of u wriggling ur toes to show off the pedicure u just got, he wouldn’t even blink before replying how the design u got done is so cute

or if u remember the whole “would u love me if i was a worm” trend, he wouldnt even think twice before saying something like “yes. we can be worms together <3”

but if u compliment him out of the blue super casually, he turns red so fast and forgets every word ever invented

it’s not the same if u indulge him tho. like if he asks/prompts u to compliment him and u give in to it, he gets all smug

but if u compliment him unprompted, it catches him sooo off guard

even tho he literally compliments u every chance he gets, its a very different story when the tables are turned

overall, 11/10 boyfriend id propose to him on the spot

filo au bonus

has the most jeje typings to ever typings

pero i feel like ginagawa lmg nya yon to give u a headache HAHAHAHA

but he has jeje humor n di nyo alam kung ironic ba o nde

taga “sanaol” pag may dumaang magjowa na may bitbit na milktea

dates sa bgc except hes never been there kaya kung saan saan na kau nakakarating

“tara tags?” aka spontaneous dates to tagaytay para lang maka starbucks tas paminsan minsan kasabay din nya mga kapatid nya

si mikey ang pinakamadalas na kasama nyo kc nililibre nyo sha

speaking of his siblings,, i know si kuya shinichiro ung taga hatid sundo sa kanila for school or pag may gala

pero pag busy sha at di nya talaga kaya, ikaw ung tinatawagan

pero mas prefer ka as driver nila mikey emma at izana <3 HAHAHAH mapanlait cla kay kuya ihh

laging ikaw ung niyayaya ni emma mag mall tho (panira daw kuya nya)

mahilig toh maghugot pagkatapos owshii sabay kagat labi but ironically

pag may rambulan o bardagulan kumbaga sya ung tagasigaw ng “TAMA!” sa gilid

kamikazee, silent sanctuary, the itchyworms, orange & lemons, etcetc basta lam mo na

idk why pero feeling ko favorite chips nya is piattos na cheese or rollercoaster

and then he likes to show off ung paghagis salo ng chips sa bibig

mahilig sa isaw na baboy ung mukhang ganto 🪱

plus points kela papa at kela tito kase marunong mag ayos ng motor usapang vroomvroom cla tuwing reunion o party

pasipsip sa mama/titas/lolas mo langya

owemji ok pag nagkakaroon ng family roadtrip sa inyo laging invited si shinichiro

if u have siblings or younger cousins,, grabe magalang sha sa mga bata like si shinichiro talaga ung favorite nila

but like mahilig din kayo mag roadtrip na kayo lang like sa beach ganon

u gotta keep it a secret tho kung gusto nyo kaung dalawa lng kc pag nalaman nila mikey izana at emma,, nagpapasama sila lahat

pati na rin ung mga tropa ni mikey tas si kaku bc of izana tas si hina bc of emma

anoyan fieldtrip chz

pero masaya naman enjoy naman <3

i feel magaling sha mag patintero cos look at em long ass limbs

lam nyo ung dlsu freedom wall post this one:

if ur a hardcore kpop stan, ganto ^ ung pakiramdam ni shinichiro

has hatdog humor

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tokyo revengers taglist — @victoirey

[strangelysamantha]

 crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills. 

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

request? nope, but requests are open :)

a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him,  especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away. 

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks. 

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer. 

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?” 

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Definitely Not Dating (H.HJ)

Warnings : none i can think of?

Word Count : 1622

Synopsis : all their friends tease them about dating due to how close they were, but they were just friends. or were they?

“Your boyfriend’s here.” My roommate and best friend, Felix, teased after answering the door. Hyunjin was close behind him, chuckling at the joke all our friends made about us.

           “Still not dating.” I countered as I stood up from the couch, grabbing my purse. “Where to today?” My words were now directed at Hyunjin who was standing in the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets.

           “I figured we’d go see that play you’re always talking about. There’s a showing downtown tonight.” My eyes lit up when he said that. “I already bought the tickets.” He added with a chuckle.

           “Have I ever told you I love you, Hwang Hyunjin?” I asked with a smile, linking my arm with his as we made our way outside and to his car.

           “Only everyday.” He countered with a smirk.

           “Never mind, I hate you. Ugly.” I unlinked our arms as he opened the door for me, as he always would. As I got in and buckled my seatbelt, I could see Felix in the window, watching us with a teasing grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking, so I flipped him off just as Hyunjin got into the driver’s seat. He looked forward just in time to see Felix return the gesture while sticking his tongue out.

           “You two have an odd friendship.” He chuckled as he did up his seatbelt. My phone automatically connected to his car as he usually let me play whatever I wanted to listen to. Our friends would always mention how cute that fact was. Maybe if you had better taste in music, he’d let you play your playlists. I’d always retort, hoping the growing feelings weren’t as obvious as our friends insisted they were.

           The next day, I sat at a table in the library with a couple of friends, working on the homework given out that day. My phone, that sat on the table, seemed to vibrate with a text message every few seconds. “Should probably see what they want. It’s probably your boyfriend.” Jeongin teased, nudging me with his shoulder. I rolled my eyes, once again saying that Hyunjin and I weren’t dating.

           “It’s probably Felix asking me to pick up something on my way home. Hyunjin said he was going to the dance studio today.” Hyunjin always threw himself into his dances, barely looking at his phone unless it was to pick a song or pause the music. There was absolutely no way he would be texting me right now. But when I picked it up, I was shocked to see it was him.

 We should get dinner tonight.

That restaurant you like has an opening tonight. I’ll make the reservations.

We could go stargazing after.

Why aren’t you answering me?

Oh right, you’re studying with Jeongin and Seungmin. Tell them I said hi!

Let me know when you’re done, I’ll pick you up : )

           I couldn’t help but smile at the messages, my stomach doing flips as I thought about how this would be a cute date, if it was a date. Dinner and stargazing. “So, what does Felix want?” The teasing tone coming from Seungmin’s lips told me he knew it wasn’t Felix.

           “Hyunjin says hi.” I answered, watching as their faces contorted into teasing grins.

           “And?” Jeongin prodded, nudging me with his shoulder again.

           “And that he’s making reservations at a restaurant before taking me stargazing.” I mumbled under my breath, hoping they wouldn’t hear me. They did.

           Hyunjin stayed true to his word and was outside the library doors when Jeongin, Seungmin, and I exited. His long blond hair tied up in that half pony he always did, his bangs falling across his face. I never was one for long, dyed hair before, preferring men with shorter, dark hair. But Hyunjin pulled off the long blond look so well it was hard not to be drawn to him. “Have fun on your date!” Jeongin teased as the two of them took off in the opposite direction of Hyunjin and I.

           “Do you think our friends will ever believe we’re just friends?” Hyunjin joked as he slid his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. I giggled to myself, knowing that if I was an outsider looking in, I would think exactly the way they do. But this is how our friendship has been since high school. We’ve always been touchy with each other, cuddling and holding hands.

           “Once we’re married to other people.” I joked, trying not to let the hurt I felt at the very thought of him falling in love with someone else evident in my voice.

           We sat across from each other at my favourite restaurant, browsing the menu in silence. Soft chatter from the other patrons, and the soft classical music they played filling the comfortable silence between us. If I’m honest, I’ve only been here one other time. My previous birthday, Hyunjin brought me here. It was the first time we’d been somewhere so fancy, and we were quite underdressed, not knowing the dress code for the restaurant. We laughed about how badly we stuck out among the other patrons, but neither one of us cared. That memory alone made it my favourite place.

           Hyunjin held my hand from across the table as we ate, catching each other up on our day as if we hadn’t seen each other in ages, even though I saw him yesterday. We rarely went a day without seeing each other, almost as if we had a need to be by each other’s side whenever possible.

           We laid beside each other on the blanket Hyunjin brought, staring up at the night sky sparkling with stars. Soft music played from his phone that was laying in between us. He quietly sung along to the songs, and my heart swelled with joy. I absolutely loved listening to him sing, even though he hates singing in front of people. I’m sure I’m the only person that’s ever heard him, and honestly that should be a crime. His voice was my favourite in the entire world, but maybe I’m biased because I love him.

           “We’re friends, right?” I asked, silencing his singing, and bringing his attention from the stars to me. I turned my head to face him, our eyes meeting.

           “Of course.” He replied almost immediately.

           “But are we just friends?” The question hung in the air longer than the first one, but neither one of us moved, our eyes still locked. The weight of his hand in mind suddenly clearer than it’s ever been before.

           “What do you mean?” It was as if the words he meant to say were caught in his throat. I could hear it in the way his voice cracked when he answered.

           “Our friends always tease us about dating.” I pointed out.

           “That’s what friends do.” He smiled, his thumb now running over my knuckles. My skin burned from his touch, but I loved the feeling.

           “We’re always holding hands and cuddling.”

           “We’re touchy people.” He shrugged. I didn’t bring up the many times he told our other friends that he didn’t like skin ship. He wasn’t much of a hugger unless it was me. But I didn’t bring that up.

           “What about all the fancy dinners? The plays? Movies? Stargazing?” I gestured to what we were doing right now with my free hand, refusing to pull my hand away from his, loving the feeling of his hand in mine. I always have.

           “I like spoiling you.” Silence fell upon us again as I tried to think of what else to say. So many more things to point out, but I’m sure he had an explanation for it all. The drawers of my stuff at his place, and the drawer of his stuff at my place. The loving captions on pictures we posted of each other. The heart-shaped necklace he gave me one day, our initials engraved on the back of it. He’d have an explanation for it all, that I’m sure of. But there’s one thing he couldn’t explain away.

           “I’m in love with you.” The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop them, as if they were meant to be said in that moment. He could explain all the cute moments and thoughtful gifts, saying it’s just the way our friendship is. That’s just how close we were. But the love I have for him isn’t platonic.

           My confession hung in the air like a neon sign, and the confidence I once had began to fade. But before I could take it back, his lips were on mine. The same lips I’ve been dreaming about kissing for years, were now pressed against mine in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever experienced. It was a kiss filled with love and passion. A kiss that couldn’t be explained in a platonic way. “We aren’t just friends.” He whispered after pulling away. “I don’t think we ever were.”

           He kissed me again when dropping me off at home that night, whispering a quick I love you before I walked into the house I shared with Felix. “How was your date?” Felix teased when he saw I was home.

           “Perfect.” I smiled, watching as his eyes widened at the fact I didn’t bant with him.

           “You’re not denying that this was a date?” He questioned, fully emerging from the kitchen, where he was most likely baking brownies.

           “Why would I?” I kicked my shoes off and placed my purse on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, still on cloud nine.

           “Because you always do? You and Hyunjin are just friends.” I smiled and shook my head.

           “Hyunjin and I are definitely dating.”

[mountswhore]

Hey girl, me again 🥺I’ve had this idea in my head for ages 🤔 based off the song ‘Polaroid’ by Liam Payne Mason Mount on holiday with the boys in Mykonos, him and the boys befriend a small group (reader and friends) bassically a holiday fling between reader and Mason but he never actually gets her name or anything just a few ‘Polaroid’ pictures of them both, few months later he’s been trying to find her but can’t and the lads convince him to post it on Instagram with the caption “Instagram do your thing” after a while he notices numerous different people (her friends) tagging the reader in it and turns out it’s her and sends her a message. Thankyou sweet cheeks 😎💙

aaahh bestie this is such a good idea

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — mason mount

summary: mason can’t find the girl he had a fling with last summer, so he takes to the internet to find you.

notes: my requests are open, ask away!

for @yourmypurpose

Winning the Champions League was supposed to be a feeling like no other, a feeling that you’d remember for the rest of your life. But Mason felt deflated, he felt like the world was closing in on him and he could do nothing but watch it happen. Even his friends noticed his awful mood, they’d gone from watching him run around the pitch with the trophy, with a smile nobody could take away from him, to this; a man not wanting to leave his bedroom, let alone his house. His career was the only thing he was doing well in, his girlfriend left him, he would just train, come home to an empty house, sleep, and repeat. It wasn’t a life worth living.

“It’ll be fun,” Declan pleaded, following his best friend into his living room, “it’ll be the perfect chance to get away from everything, from work, from the UK, from your ex.” He spoke the last part quietly, yet Mason still heard and shot his friend a glare as he sat on the couch.

“I’ll think about it.” Mason mumbled, reaching for his PlayStation controller and turning his console on. Declan was trying to get Mason to come to Mykonos with a few of the Chelsea boys, as a celebratory vacation after winning the Champions League. But he wasn’t budging.

“You say that, but you never do. Come on, if it doesn’t lift your mood, you can take the next flight home.” Declan was trying to reason with his friend, to do anything in order to get this man out of his sweatpants and into some swim shorts. This holiday was all Mason needed to get back into his rhythm, to realise you don’t need a girlfriend to be the best version of yourself, to realise he was Mason fucking Mount.

The look on Mason’s face was completely readable, a smile appearing on Declan’s face. Declan jumped onto his friend, cheering and shaking him vigorously. “You won’t regret this, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

Mason found himself in his plane seat, earphones on, and on the way to Mykonos. Greece had always been one of his dream destinations, it was one of the places he’d planned on going to with his ex. Shaking his thoughts from his head, he’d drowned himself in the music. Waiting for the next three hours to be over.

The villa was lovely, the view from his room was even better. He felt himself smile just a little, hopeful for this holiday. He’d spent the first day enjoying the food of Greece, visiting the beach, taking in the place he was staying. Every time the negative thoughts would try to push in, memories of his previous vacations with his ex, he shut it down. He forced a smile and laughed with his friends, hoping they didn’t see through this façade.

It was tiring. Getting back from a busy day and then being told there was a club in town. Having to force that smile back onto his face once more. He still dressed appropriately for the night ahead, pre-gaming with his friends before heading out to this club. It was only 8pm and it was packed, the place had an outside terrace, which didn’t seem so crowded.

Drink after drink, rounds of shots, drinking games with his friends and a few randomers. It was wild. Mason was finally beginning to let go of it all; his negative thoughts weren’t affecting him right now. It was pure bliss.

“Mase,” Declan called out, gesturing to him on the other side of the bar, “wanna play beer pong? These guys need another group.” Mason just nodded along, looking over to the group he was referring to. It was a group of four, just like them, but he’d locked eyes with you for the first time.

Throughout the game, you constantly had a smile stuck to your face, brighter than anything he’d seen before. It was the infectious type of smile, one that spread to his face too. The drinks had done a number on his movement, almost stumbling to the terrace, where only a few people sat. He took in the cool air, resting his head back onto the wall behind him.

“You good?” You questioned, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He quickly opened his eyes, turning his head to face you. There you were again.

“I’ve had a lot to drink,” Mason mumbled, breathing heavier than usual, “your twin looks so much like you.” You just laughed, understanding how much he’d had to drink. You had also had a lot to drink, but clearly Mason didn’t handle alcohol well.

“Here,” you instructed, holding his hand out for him and placing a cup into his hand, “it’s water, drink it.” You watched as he did so, downing it rather quickly and slamming it onto the table beside him. “Do you remember your name?”

“Yes, it’s Mount. Mason Mount.”

“Well, Mount, Mason Mount, do you remember where you’re staying? I think it might be an idea to get you home.” You spoke, the cool air sobering you up almost entirely. Mason’s head was getting droopy, you’d seen this all before, he was inches away from snoozing on your shoulder. You just giggled at him and stood up, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him up.

“We walked here from our villa, it’s a silly looking one. One with the pool shaped like a love heart.” You hummed, not knowing which one exactly, so his information rendered useless. He was leaning against you as you both walked back into the club, spotting his friends again.

“Hey, he’s had a lot to drink. I was going to walk him home but the only thing he said about the villa was that the pool was heart-shaped.” You laughed to his friend, who you’d learnt was called Ben. Mason was looking around the club, the multi-colored lights making his eyes squint in pain. This was the beginning of his hangover, he knew it was only going to get worse from here.

Ben had been kind enough to give you the villa address, and a key, so you made your way to the location. It was weird how trusting they were, for all they knew, you could be a psycho thief. You’d gotten to the villa, after an awful walk up the hill, and placed him on the couch. You didn’t even want to look at their stairs, let alone take Mason up them.

“I’ll stay here until your friends get back,” you spoke quietly, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over the half-asleep Mason, “night, Mason.”

“You never said your name.” He stated, craning his head to look at you as you sat on the opposite couch.

“Y/N.”

Declan had gotten back, wanting to arrange another outing together, a bit less boozy than a club. And here you were, on your way to spend the day on a boat. You’d brought your polaroid camera with you, hoping to get some nice pictures with your friends before you go home in a few days.

“You’re back.” You spoke, sitting beside Mason as the boat started to move. He smiled at you, handing you a flute of a sparkly liquid, which you’d taken without complaining. “Having fun so far?”

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m seeing you again. I don’t really remember much from last night apart from your face.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You blushed, hiding it with your hands and reaching for your camera.

“What do you say to a picture? To remember this moment.” You suggested, holding the camera up at the two of you. Mason’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you in closer with a smirk on his face. You just smiled your usual, bright smile, and let the photo develop.

The day was spent enjoying the view, jumping off the boat multiple times, finally making your way back to the docks when the sun began to set. Everyone was sitting on the front of the boat, taking in the last few hours of the sun on their skin, whilst you and Mason were at the back together. Away from the sun, completely alone. You laid beside him, your eyes shifting to look at him every few seconds.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He retorted, poking his tongue out at you as you laughed, shoving his leg slightly.

“Oh, I already have.” You replied wittily, holding the polaroid up to show him. It was quite a creative picture, actually. His skin was tanned, muscles perky, the sun hitting him in all the right places. He was very handsome, you could only imagine the job he had back home.

“Hey, give that,” Mason chuckled, reaching for the polaroid but you’d held it away from him. He leant over to you, hand out to grab it, but you’d both been focused on something else. How close your lips were. You could feel the other’s breathe, it was straight out of a movie the way Mason grabbed your waist and closed the gap between the two of you. He was pulling you down with him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. This was an Oscar-worthy kiss.

You knew you wouldn’t see these boys again, as you didn’t have long before you returned back to the UK. So, as you were grabbing your things, you’d flicked through the polaroid's from today, finding the one of you and Mason.

“Here,” you spoke, holding the polaroid out for him to take, “I thought you’d like it. And it’s a way of remembering your time here, and the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.” You joked, but Mason really felt that way. You were the most gorgeous girl he’d laid eyes on. He came on this holiday thinking it would depress him even more, but he found fun in you.

“Trust me, I won’t forget a face like that.” He replied, placing the polaroid into his wallet and smiling. “See you,” he whispered against your neck as you hugged, one last time, “someday.”

It had been two months since he’d returned from holiday, back to work, but more importantly, back to his old self. He enjoyed going to work, coming home, and spending time with his friends. He saw beauty in his mundane life again. But he missed you. He never thought he’d miss a two day fling with a random girl on holiday, it wasn’t even a fling, The pair of you hadn’t hooked up, only shared a kiss. But it was a good kiss, an unforgettable kiss.

“Have you searched her name up?” Declan asked, relaxing into the corner of Mason’s couch, rolling his eyes as Mason opened his wallet up for the fifteenth time that day. The boys were round for their frequent game day, a day Mason looked forward to.

Mason shook his head, slightly embarrassed to have forgotten your name, in his defense, he was out-of-this-world drunk. “I don’t remember it, I was hammered. Plus, I’m sure there’s at least a thousand people in this country who share her name.”

“Post the picture on Instagram, people always find people on there, it’s creepy.” Ben added, laughing at the end of his statement. It was a good idea, but was he ready to put it out there that he’d moved on, only for his ex to be mentioned in his comments again? Were you worth all of those nasty comments?

He’d posted the polaroid that evening, with the caption:

‘Instagram, do your thing.’

You had received a call from your brother, just as you were heading up to bed. Strange, you thought, your brother only called if he had some ridiculous news. You’d answered it, sitting on your stairs as he spoke.

“Did you meet anyone on holiday?” He questioned, your mind instantly flicking back to your memories with that man. The kiss on the boat, the horrible walk up the hill, the fighting over a polaroid.

“Why’s that your business?” You questioned, running up your stairs and grabbing the polaroid's from your bedside table and flicking through them.

“It’s my business when I’m scrolling through Instagram, only to find a Chelsea player has posted a picture of you and him.” He mentioned, voice raising in disbelief as he finished his sentence. You furrowed your brows, Chelsea player?

“Chelsea player? Chelsea, as in the football team you follow?” You wondered, opening Instagram to find this man’s account. You’d forgotten his name, curse your horrible memory. “What’s his name again?”

“Mason Mount,” he recalled, and you were kicking yourself for not remembering his silly James Bond introduction. Finding his account, you’d seen his recent post. It was your polaroid. The one you’d given him the last time you’d seen each other, he was looking for you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, scrolling the comments and seeing everyone compliment you. How did you manage to run into this man and not remember his face? Or his name? The amount of times your family had mentioned how A1 he was on the pitch, how happy they were when Chelsea had won the Champions League.

“That’s not me,” you lied to your brother, knowing there was no way of escaping this now, everyone you knew would be able to tell it was you.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N,” he laughed on the other end of the phone, as you were frantically shoving the polaroid's back into your drawer, “I don’t know anyone else who uses a polaroid camera.”

“Should I text him?”

“You’d be an idiot not to.”

After ending the call with your brother, you sat in Mason Mount’s inbox for over an hour, unable to send him a message. Was there a right thing to say? Was ‘hi’ not enough for the man you’d left a mark on? Throwing away all of your conflicting thoughts, you sighed and just sent the word, ‘hey’. It didn’t take long for him to get back to you, so over the moon that he’d found you.

Mason: I can’t believe it worked, I actually found you.

Turns out my brother follows you and saw the picture, small world?

Mason: Chelsea fan, huh?

Guess so.

Your conversation lasted until the early hours of the morning, you promising Mason a proper date when you were both free. He had training the next day, but how could he sleep when he now knew you. He now had your Instagram, so he could talk to you, instead of staring at the polaroid in his wallet a million times a day.