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madschiavelique · 2 years

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A Drop In The Ocean - Pirate!Silco x reader

mentions of : blood, wounds (reader is a debutant surgeon), stitching skin, blood transfusion, bad hygiene, use of that eye-stab silco uses in Arcane

summary : reader is good with their hands, which is perfect as the kid of a surgeon. but one day they get attacked and are taken as the new surgeon of The Last Drop of which Silco is the Captain. and while his daughter Jinx is out of the ship, he asks for reader to come in his quarters.

some extra information on this : gender neutral-reader, Pirate!Silco, I know nothing about medicine nor surgery so this is DEFINITELY not a great representation of the actual work of a surgeon nor doctor, tried to be pirate accurate... don't know if it worked ckenxjeqddk

author's note : hi besties, hope y'all are doing great ! After writing that Machine Herald x reader thingy I wanted to try a similar format with our man Silco sooo I give u this 11,2k words long thingy :D hope you'll enjoy ! also, i think that if you just want to skip the background and just go for the more silco-stuff you can start after the end of the trigger warning ! (and sorry if you find any grammar mistakes English is not my native language so jcejxje yeah)

( @wincestisasincest here's the treat hehe)

It's been nine days since you've been on The Last Drop, and you know for sure that you'll never, ever go back to your old life. How could you go back? The time seems as far away as the end of the horizon in the open sea. Nine days that you knew no other floor than red oak, no other horizon than blue water, no other weather than the proud sun, no other smell than deplorable hygiene, no other music than the greasy voices of most of the crew, and no other meal than bacon as strong as a sole and as salty as the ocean. Nine days since the last vision you had of home was a landscape painting of the burning harbour, fire licking the water, smoke as black as the sails of the Last Drop emanating a smell of suffocation and burnt flesh flying like scarves into the grey sky. You didn't end up on that damn ship of your own free will, no. Nine days ago, you were actually sitting peacefully in the workshop, sculpting a piece of stone. Your hands had always been delicate, but not without strength, they were fussy, detail-oriented: perfect for a surgeon's kid. Your father was a renowned surgeon in the city, appreciated by his clients, generous, always ready to receive even in an emergency. A man who loved his work and who left you a little more of his knowledge every day. Although medicine was not necessarily the path you wanted to take, you saw no harm in him teaching you. It's always an asset to know how to take care of yourself and others, so how could you refuse when that same advice came from an expert?

He taught you how to make balms, showed you how to deal with wounds of various sizes and depths, taught you how to react to symptoms and how to act on them. He was dedicated, and probably imagined that you would succeed him when he retired. Only his retirement never came, because on the way to the market that morning he was sliced in half, his head falling into an apple crate as his body crumbled to the wet pavement of St. Anne Street. You didn't realize the attack until the screaming outside intensified and you soon realized that no party was supposed to be taking place: at least no party that included running and screaming like death itself was chasing you. People were knocking on the door of your house, people you knew, people your father received as clients. You quickly let them in, closing the door again as if you were stopping too many snowflakes from coming in during a snowstorm. You had guided them directly to the workshop, to get away from the street and the accessibility of the pirates to the first part of the house. You had all gathered, tightly clustered in a corner of the room like a grape. You sat beside them, there must have been only five of you in all. You were so close that you could smell the stench of dust clinging to their clothes. Especially one patient who smelled of sourleaf. You had met her once before a consultation, she had smiled at you and you remembered her teeth reddened by her constant consumption of the plant.

And in truth, you were so close that you could have heard their breath if everyone wasn't holding it in at the time. It was as if the house had cloth walls: able to hide you fairly well but not preventing the sound from concealing its presence properly. Your heart was beating so loudly in your throat and ears that the others could probably hear it, and you cursed yourself for fear that it would alert your presence. You want to silence that heart, to slow it down in its frenzy, but it seems to intensify when you can hear the door to your house being kicked in and its hinges ricocheting off the floor like coins. And the seconds seem to stretch out. You heard footsteps, crashing against the floor various pots and other trinkets decorating the house. The cutlery drawer was opened to take the silverware, empty the cupboards, you heard them making a trip to your father's cabinet to take anything that might have been useful. And just when you think the noise has died down and they're about to leave, the door to the workshop shattered and one of the people in the little group gurgles a scream that cuts off everyone here's chance to get out. A guy with a pronounced squint and a lean body entered the room. He charges towards you as you enter his field of vision, grabbing a guy by the collar who is squawking and wriggling in panic like a fish being held in his hands. "Sevika, come over here," he yells, spittle splashing like foam on the face of the poor man he's holding. "Tell me handsome, we were told below that this was the doc's house, can't you tell us wher' he is?" "I-I" his words strangled in his throat like a basket of freshly caught eel. "He's dead," interrupts the lady with the sourleaf breath, "was killed him at the market."

The words fell on your heart like an anchor in the sand, you would not have thought that to stop hearing the beating of the latter would mean that the price to pay was pain. You glance at the woman, her bottom teeth showing as thin tears roll down her cheeks, washing away the layer of smoke that had settled there. Your heart wasn't choking you anymore, it was choking itself. It's weird, isn't it? You thought that as usual he would come back from the market, that you would help him put away everything he had taken and that you would let him go back to his office. You didn't imagine, however, that the loss of his life would change yours so dramatically, in every sense of it. You had no time to mourn, not a moment's respite as the news tore a gaping hole in your chest, as a tall woman with a bluish scar and a sword replacing her arm strode toward you. "Sev, there's no more doc, he's kaput." His remark seems to make the scar of this woman gleam that you suspected therefore to be Sevika by following his nickname. "Didn't he have a wife this doc, hum?" So asks again the same guy, in the direction of the woman who had given him an answer.

"No sir, but he has a child, of age, and who sometimes took his consultations when he couldn't." Squeaks the man he was holding in his black and dirty hands. No, no, no! The poor fool was looking for words that could satisfy the pirates and allow him to get out of this affair. A particular glow ran through the woman's eyes in an instant. She approached him, coming so close to the face of the trapped man that despite the firm grip the squinting man had, he could not back down any further. "And so where is this child, hmm?" "Th-Th-That's them right there!" he said, then pointing frantically in your direction. Damn it, what the hell. Of course he was going to tell on you, it was as big as the nose in the middle of your face. It was predictable that he would report you, since the only thing he had to think about right now was saving his life, getting out of the embrace of this man whose neither eyes were looking at you. He looked like a chameleon, with off-center eyes, but you should probably give credit to the fact that chameleons must have a more developed intelligence than this individual. So the said Sevika turned to you, her eyes shining like the blade replacing her arm. You were the youngest person in the group, so it wasn't hard to figure out who this doctor's child was: all the others were easily over forty. She grabbed your shoulder with an arm so firm and strong that you could feel the seams of your clothes ripping under her grip. "I guess you're the kid, huh?"

You swallowed, nodding, trying to stop the tremors that run through your body as though the different tsunamis of your emotions were clashing fiercely to take over your thoughts. Everything was colliding like huge waves against blackened cliffs, carved at their roots by the salt and heaviness of pain. "What can you do? Amputation? Care for cuts? Determining symptoms and preventing diseases from spreading?" You nodded vigorously, all of which you were capable of of course. "What's up? Did someone cut out your tongue? Answer!" "I can do it!" You gasp, your tongue feeling like it's about to fly out of your mouth. "I can do it, madam!" "Ma'am?" She giggles, bursting into a low, charcoal laugh. "You can simply call me Sevika from now on. Kort? I'll take them, be done with it." He gave her a strange grin, as if he could only ever smile properly on one side of his mouth, revealing yellow teeth like a line of overlapping raw corn grains. When you left your workshop, you didn't have time to take anything with you other than the only thing you had in one of your pockets: a scalpel.

When your father bought a new set of surgical tools, he left you his old ones. He knew you wouldn't use them for their original purpose, since you only took part in operations infrequently. However, that didn't stop you from finding a new use for them. You were good with your hands, so you used the reminiscences of these tools as a painting knife, as a means of precision carving in stone or as a tool for carving wood. All these objects were very versatile, so you kept them handy when you were bored to find a way to pass the time other than counting seagulls from your window. There were books, and you didn't mind reading, but your father only had dictionaries on diseases or writings on body studies and anatomy in his library. So you were obviously bored quickly after you got through the chapter on leg bones with all its muscles and nerves blending into a mush of blue and red pencil strokes. You look around. Your house is trashed, upside down, as if a hurricane had passed and left bits of memories and broken glass in its wake. The screams of people with whom you shared such a thin space a few moments ago are muffled even more as you walk out the door, Sevika's hand still gripping your shoulder firmly. You had wondered if you wouldn't have been better off putting your little scalpel in your pocket under her throat, threatening to use it if she didn't let you live. But this idea quickly fell into the deep and endless pit of bad ideas that will never take place when Sevika stood in front of you.

"Listen to me, little one, from now on you are part of the crew of The Last Drop. If you try to run away, I'll make sure it" she pointed to the sword forming her left arm, "catches you. If you try anything against me or any member of the crew, you'll be thrown overboard after the Captain takes care of you. Do your job as a surgeon, and you'll have no problem, you might even get paid if you do it right. But if you take one wrong step, just one, you're dead. Got it?" How can you refuse that, when the person facing you is a pirate, has a sword to replace one of her arms, and you probably don't have the strength and no instruction in the art of combat that could get you out of this situation? Besides, where else could you have went? No more home, no more father, probably no more assets to sell that would allow you to subsist and selling your body was the last option you considered. You would have to get used to not having anything of your own. No fixed home besides the ship, no fixed situation besides being a surgeon, nothing but the unpredictable. Nothing but yourself and that scalpel, though you are now pirate property. "Got it." She licked one of her canines before spitting on the dusty floor.

" Good," she gave a nod towards the harbor, "follow me." After following Sevika through the ruins of the city where the houses had been blown up with cannons and bricks littered the ground like a new cobblestone pavement, you found yourself in front of a boat where some pirates were already staying. "What did you get us, Sev'?" one of them asked, detailing you as if you were the strangest person he had ever seen. "Our new doc." She said before urging you with her chin to get on the boat. "New doc? You must be joking. Have you seen this shrimp? They won't last long." "They may not last long, but they' ll do for now. You want your infection to get worse, do you?" The sailor grumbled in his beard, his hand instinctively going to his face covered with a sticky, oozing bandage, seeming to cover a wound turning blue and yellow. Without further ado, they rowed towards a ship in the distance, imposing and dark. The Last Drop was an inky, almost black frigate, its sides dotted with thirty cannon holes. Dark sails, slightly attacked by age, were gradually unfurled to take the sea when you put your feet on the red oak floor, varnished but lightened in places on the ground, the passage of its inhabitants having worn it out. And no sooner had your feet touched the floor of the ship than most of the eyes not busy loading the new treasures and stolen things had converged on you. You were probably quite detached from the atmosphere in the middle of all these people used to crime and looting, or were they just discovering an unknown face.

However, none of them took their eyes off you when a young girl came bombing onto the ship with a laugh that bounced off the ship's masts, her blue braids blending into the jungle of vines formed by the ropes methodically unwound and tied as the last of the pirate boats returned with boxes and sacks full of stolen goods. The vibrant, euphoric young woman made her way to the opening of what appeared to be the captain's quarters and opened the doors wide. Sevika followed her, stopping near the entrance to the quarters and observing the crew from her elevated vantage point, inviting the crew to gather around to hear what their Captain had to say. Out of those doors with glass similar to church windows, emerged a man in a long black coat, tall, very thin and angular. From where you stood, you could make out his hair combed neatly back, a sea-blue eye hidden by a frown. His cheekbones were prominent, his nose aquiline and elongated, and his lips asymmetrical and beautiful to speak. The presence the man possessed was more powerful and subduing than any being you had ever encountered in your life so far. He was a man who exuded authority, power and control, who could probably make you do anything and whose demands you could not refuse. A man whose every word you waited for like the last drops of your flask in the middle of the desert, and whose nectar of the gods you relished as if it had been offered to you by the flow of his words and lips.

But what probably struck you most about this being straight out of the mouth of Lucifer himself was his eye patch over his left eye. Not that an eye patch was anything out of the ordinary, of course, it was probably even common among pirates, but it seemed to hide an eye whose surrounding flesh was blackened, as if several layers of skin were gradually digging into the precipice of its eyelids, and that throwing yourself into it would mean a one-way trip. The crew stood still in their task, putting down the golden candlesticks they had in their hands or the oranges whose acidic and sweet juice was beading abundantly on their hands to stick their fingers between the dirt and the sweat. They all waited for the captain's words, and the words he spoke had the same effect as an ice cube on a burning body in constant need of cooling. "My friends, once again it is a raid of the height of my expectations that you bring aboard this ship, and I thank you for it. You all deserve a reward, so we set sail for Obsidian Harbor." A roar of joy rises from the throats of all the pirates who share a contentment that does not reach you. Everything you feel in the moment is mixed into a mush, some of which you can see, but you can never quite figure out what it is. You try to force yourself to forget that the life you had a few minutes ago will never come back to you again, your heart's memory had been punctured with a gun and no amount of surgery could bring that missing piece back.

Silco's visible eye scanned the crew amidst the tumult and the forest of raised fists before falling on you. Without shifting his gaze from yours, his lips moved without you being able to hear, Sevika leaning closer to him to hear what he had to say. She answered him, and Silco ended up giving a simple nod before turning to the young woman with braided hair who was also looking in your direction. Silco offered her a charming smile, before holding out an object that you couldn't see, a highly extended fist preventing you from seeing more. Within seconds, Silco returned to his quarters with the braided girl, and Sevika came down the stairs to the deck and into your direction. "Follow me," she said. She then opened a hatch leading to the first hold. She found you some loose clothing that seemed to be too big for strictly anyone and that no matter what happened you would float in it. A big belt was given to you at your waist to hold all those lengths of clothes, the top itself looked more like a dress than a simple shirt. Then she starts to tell you the rules and your activity on the ship. First of all, concerning your activities, it's simple: Sevika will make sure that the whole crew knows that you are the surgeon and even the doctor. You'll just have to stay alert at all times, because the thing about pirates is that it doesn't work in appointments like it did with your father. The members would come in as soon as the problem crossed their mind and you would take care of it in the moment.

All the necessary utensils would be given to you later, because with all the loot the ship had at its disposal, your father's belongings and his working tools would be in one of the bags. She showed you around the ship, or at least what you were allowed to access, showing you your hammock to sleep in and ending with the rules. You were not allowed to enter the apartments of the captain and his daughter without the permission of the quartermaster, the captain's daughter whose name you learned - Jinx - or the captain himself. You don't steal, you don't fight, you don't bet money when you play and everything else. One of the things she gave you was a little extra advice being, "Don't pay attention to Jinx, she's nuts, just do your job if she asks and don't say anything." You kept that in mind, only you didn't have to be too wary of her because of a particular event. You had become a surgeon on the ship, consulting the sailors when signs of unusual symptoms took place or when some returned from boarding and pillaging with cuts or more serious injuries. You recommended that they constantly eat oranges for Scurvy and drink lemon water for Dysentery as they wondered why their teeth and nails were falling out and their breath stank from miles. And although you probably didn't look like a pirate at all, nor threatening or anything that would let them shoot you, you had managed to gain their respect. It was during the first boarding they did with you on board, and you had your first real verbal exchange with Silco, the Captain of The Last Drop.

A Piltovian ship was the target in question, and after the ships finally broke up following the battle, many of the members were badly and severely injured.

_____________________________ Trigger Warning (the scene contains mentions of blood, open wounds, stitching skin, blood transfusion) for a summary of the scene – so that you’re not lost with what happened – i put a summary of it at the end of the part ------------------------------------- You found yourself in the hold, mopping your forehead under the heat and pressure, while finishing stitching up a wound you had managed to stop bleeding, the pirate having a wooden plate between his teeth to better pass the pain and prevent him from breaking his jaw. Your hands reeked of metal and rum as you concluded your work meticulously while a crowd of pirates were around you whimpering in pain, some screaming as some of their colleagues habitually repositioned their ankle or shoulder. " Move!" Sevika growled as she rushed toward you, one person in her arms. The member got up from the table you were using to deal with the limbs as soon as he saw the quartermaster coming. But what made him stand up was probably not the fact that she was screaming, but rather who she had in her arms: Jinx.

A long wound was splitting her belly and blood was flowing under the sheet that Sevika had put down to stop the bleeding. You cleared some utensils on the table, letting Sevika put the girl down while silence was around you and the crew members didn't say anything more. You blew out a big breath. "I want four people to hold her arms and legs," you said turning to the members who without further ado for the lesser reached grabbed arms and knees of the girl who was squirming. "Sevika, you'll help me press right after, but first ... " You raised your sleeves, grabbing a new bottle of rum and removing the cork with your teeth, first pouring it on your hands and then on Jinx's belly, who was wiggling and grunting insults. Thus first of all it disinfected the wound, but it allowed you to have a cleaner view on the latter, which between the mixed threads of sweat and blood formed a fog of red filth. You inhale, then blow gently before taking the sheet and starting to insert it into the open wound. Jinx began to scream as you inserted the cloth several inches under the flesh for the entire length of the opening. The members worked to hold it in place while Sevika watched you with round eyes. When you had finished inserting the fabric properly into her pulpit, you folded the rest of the garment on itself before starting to press it. Having pushed the tissue into the flesh would make it easier to stop the bleeding, which was your goal for the moment. Now you had to press until the bleeding stopped and you could sew it up.

"Sevika, please help me apply pressure," you say, and she follows your instructions on the spot, "make sure you press well, keeping your elbows straight. In a few moments, the bleeding will stop. You looked at Jinx's face, which didn't look as tortured as she did a few seconds ago, for the moment she seemed to be drifting. "Can either of you read?" you asked, raising your voice so the members could hear you. They all looked at each other confused, their eyes suddenly finding the floor very interesting. You press your tongue against your teeth, lips parted, the sound made the same as when you scratch a match. Your eyes meet a guy's. "You see that little bag over there?" you say, pointing with your chin to a box with a large leather purse on it, he nods. "Take it, there's a vial inside, bring it to me."

He followed your instructions, trotting off to find the vial, which he quickly retrieved. He came back to you.

"Now open the bottle, put some on your fingers, and let her smell it." He looked you straight in the eye as if asked the forbidden. "Is this a joke?" He stammers. "Do I look like I'm joking?" You say, constantly pressing the same pressure on Jinx's body as she seemed to slowly flutter her eyes shut. He frowned, turning to Sevika as if asking her permission. "Do what she tells you." She ordered. So he complied, soaking his fingers in the oil. A cool, fresh smell was beginning to mix with that of blood and sweat. So he put his blackened fingers in front of Jinx's nose, who immediately came back to herself almost in a startle. "We must keep her awake." You explained, your eyes plunged into those of Sevika. She watched you. You obviously felt that you surprised her. She must have thought for a while that you wouldn't last long on this ship, that you wouldn't have the guts to ensure operations like these. But no, you kept your cool, you were stable, and for that, she offered you a simple nod. It was after a few minutes that hurried footsteps were heard, and the crew in the hold became tense. Silco. He hurried to the table, standing next to Sevika and facing you. He seemed out of breath, angry but afraid. He was watching his daughter, who was breathing heavily and who had meanwhile been put another wooden plate between her teeth under your instructions.

His eye drifted inevitably on your hands pressed against her belly, going up thereafter on your reddened arms and on your face of which you made yourself violence not to let show the fear which vibrated in all your body. You had never realized until now, with your arms half-covered with this red liquid that keeps you alive, how much power this job gave you: the power of life and death, of joy and bitterness, of might and fear. You literally had a life in your hands, and what you did in the moment could inevitably cause Jinx's demise. A god among humans, you were creating a dependency of this crew on yourself that made you stronger than anywhere else at that very moment when your hands were forcing on this girl's skin. You were the real power in that moment, not Sevika, not Silco, you. Silco's eye was watching you with such insistence that it was as if the world around you no longer existed. The blue of his gaze scanned you, eyebrows furrowed, with so many conflicting and powerful emotions in it that you ended up looking away from him, down at your hands.

He seemed visibly displeased with the situation. He probably didn't appreciate his daughter being hurt and held against a table by his own crew like a madwoman or like someone who was about to be tortured. No, he probably didn't appreciate it, and he seemed as angry and upset as a bag of bees. The cloth didn't seem to soak in for a while, so you instructed Sevika: "I'm going to start removing the cloth, keep pressing." She nodded, you turned your head to Jinx. "Sorry, this is going to hurt again." But you didn't wait for any nod from her and began to painstakingly remove the cloth, slowly. The pain must have been horrible, but to do it with too much force would have probably risked to start the bleeding again, which would have thrown away all the efforts you had previously made. All along your practice, you felt Silco's eye on you like a lighthouse in the middle of the night, he was watching you to the point that it was suffocating, even though it was only an eye. The sheet was finally removed, and the bleeding had effectively stopped. You let out a huge sigh of relief, and so did some of the crew. The hardest part was over. You took the bottle of alcohol again, pouring it once more on Jinx's belly who was growling and squealing, unable to move as she wanted to with her arms and legs well guarded by the pirates.

You took your previously used needle, passing it over the flame of the candle that was near you, wiping it, then bathing it with alcohol. You put it on Jinx's belly, cleaning your hands again with the rum. Maybe Silco was wincing because you were making him lose a lot of rum in your operations, who knows, but his displeasure was not dislodged from his face. So you moved closer to Jinx's belly, looking at her. She had lost consciousness, which at the time was not as bad as before. You brought one of your hands to her wrist and another to her neck to make sure there was a pulse. And once you were sure it was present and correct, you took a deep breath, filling your lungs with all the air you could muster, and grabbed the needle to start sewing. Some people looked away, as if most of them had not just spent the previous fifteen minutes ripping their enemies apart. But if there was one eye that never left you, it was Silco's. Disgruntled was not really the expression that adorned his face from what you could see in your peripheral vision. He seemed mostly surprised, curious... Impressed.

You were like a dolphin in a shark's sea, faster, smarter, less brute and wiser; a star of the sea among the morays, a pearl among the oysters. There was something in you more precious than the treasures he possessed and coveted, something he did not possess, which made him as doubtful as it made him curious, which frightened him but in which he trusted. You finish sewing Jinx up fairly quickly, placing the needle and thread to the side. "Last step," you said, turning to the box where your kit had been stored, "she's lost a lot of blood, she needs a transfusion." You pulled out a very thin tube with two needles on each end that would allow you to give a transfusion. "Any volunteers?" Arms go up, some agreeing verbally. You soon realize that it is not out of a genuine desire to save Jinx that they are offering themselves, but so that the Captain will think of them as honorable men deserving of extra good. Their greed seems ridiculous as you watch them offer themselves, but Silco himself begins to roll up his sleeve. "That will be me." But Sevika stops him in his tracks. "No, it will be me."

And so the captain and his first mate begin to haggle, one suggesting that the captain is too important to donate blood himself, the other insisting that it is his daughter first and foremost and that he must do this for her. These negotiations were childish, and you didn't dare interrupt them during their exchange, so you sighed, took the needle in hand and found Jinx's vein. Then you roll up the sleeve of your arm of choice and find your own vein for the transfusion. You then sit down on the next bench, the Captain and Sevika still talking. You look at them, slightly exasperated, that in a situation like this they still find a way to negotiate. They are pirates, they are the ones who normally take immediate action, right? "I won't allow it," you finally hear from Silco before turning to you, "I will-" But his words melt off his tongue like butter as his eye falls on the tube already connecting your arm and Jinx's, the exchange of blood having already begun. ______________________________ end of the trigger warning --------------------------------------

He looked even more stunned than if an enemy ship had been waiting patiently for him and was willingly surrendering. "All she needs now is some rest," you confirm.

"Alright guys, let's step aside a little and let her breathe." Sevika orders concerning Jinx. You had almost swept into the back of your head the simple fact that you were surrounded and watched by so many eyes. But only one mattered, only one persisted, Silco's. Because under his eye you feel special, like a lapidary contemplating the multiple reflections of a fantasy-coloured diamond he cuts. Its girdles, its stars, its breaks, its countless facets, all shining differently. And it is as if he wanted to know all of them. What would he do with this diamond once he knew every facet? Would he sell it to a higher bidder? Would he find a diamond even more beautiful than this one? Or would he keep it preciously near him? You think about this eye of which they say so much on the seas, of which the currents brought so many stories that the sailors drank until they were always thirsty. This eye that has this glow similar to the starry sky under which you stand. You can't sleep. You've been on this boat for nine days. Your hammock, although more or less comfortable, was not able to lull you to sleep. The night had fallen, the stars dotted the blue velvet sky like rivers of white stones and pearls. The air is fresh, crisp like the first bite of a chilled apple, with hints of burnt sugar weaving through the charcoal night air, and the small candle placed in a lantern next to you serves as a lamp for your carving.

On one of the last raids, you asked for something made of wood, anything as long as it was made of wood. No one really understood why, but you were brought back a few table legs, chair legs, and even the arms of the helm. You had your scalpel in hand, scraping away at the wood you were holding. You had managed to form a thick disk that fit in your hand the size of a large pineapple slice. On it you carved a tree. It seemed like you hadn't seen a tree in forever. Your status as an unwitting pirate prevented you from landing on an island when The Last Drop approached, lest you finally decide to escape. So you allowed yourself to dream a little by sculpting one. The ocean is beautiful, powerful, graceful, but it doesn't help that after days of being on a boat with nothing but blue on top of another shade of blue could drive you crazy and make you believe that nothing in the world exists anymore. The ocean has paths that aren't land, signs that aren't written, guides that aren't human, and as much as you try to learn and understand navigation and compass use, you get lost because the ocean and the sky are two mirrors reflecting each other. The ship is quiet, it's almost as if you are standing alone on it, the small splash of water on the hull being the only sound accompanying your scalpel as it cuts slivers of wood that eventually fly away into the air like petals.

If you don't concentrate hard enough, you sometimes feel like you're seeing something other than wood in your hands, something more human, more tender and less hard, but you pull yourself together every time to keep your mind from thinking about those horrors that are part of the reasons why you can't get a full night. The silence is gone when heavy footsteps sound on the deck. You look up, Sevika has just come out of Silco's apartments. She looks at you for a moment, before saying loudly but not too strongly: "Silco wants to see you." You stop all movement, watching Sevika as if you were seeing a ghost. You are almost tempted to stick your scalpel in your finger to make sure that what is happening is really happening. You turn around to see if there was someone behind you who might have been the real person called. But there is no one else on the deck but you and Sevika. This is absurd, why would Silco want to see you? You tighten your fingers around the wooden disc until your knuckles are white, it allowed you to refocus and hold on to something real to make sure this was actually happening. "I don't have all night." she exhales. You finally get down from the crate you were sitting on, trying to rearrange your clothes as if it would change anything about the appearance of the rags you were wearing. So you walked towards Sevika, and before you could enter the apartments, she stopped you. "Knife."

Knife? Oh, right, the scalpel. She must have thought that someone as new to the ship as you were, and who was about to interact with the Captain for the second time in their life, might have been malicious and able to get to him. After all, you were a "surgeon", you knew the points that would be enough to kill a man in only twenty seconds. But you didn't understand why she was asking you to do it when she would be at her side, right? So you hand her your scalpel, and she grabs your wrist firmly. "Don't try anything weird, scallop, understand?" You look her straight in the eye, nodding simply. So she takes the scalpel, loosening her grip on your wrist until she lets go, then grabbing the wooden disc from you. "I'm going to put this in your hammock," she says, before walking down the few steps leading to the deck that separate Silco's quarters from the rest of the ship. You stand there for a moment. Silco has requested an audience. With you. Alone.

For a moment, you are terrified to enter his quarters, simply because you don't know what you are about to experience. He could hurt you, he could kill you, he could torture you the way he thought you had tortured his daughter the other day. The possibilities were endless, but fearing that the longer you made him wait the more serious the sentence would be, you entered his quarters. You swallowed, completely confused and not knowing what to expect. You had probably never seen such simple and dark luxury as the room had. You found yourself at the top of a small staircase that split in two to go along the sides of the room and reach the level where a mini living room was located. The walls were as deep blue as the abyss, the heavy velvet curtains were black, and the water-green stained glass window behind Silco gave him the appearance of a saint with its convoluted shapes although slightly hidden by the thick curtains covering a large part of the room. The ceiling was as high as the room was long, a beautiful chandelier hung proudly from it, all in silver. The air was filled with the scent of tobacco, powdered sugar and a warm raspberry smell. You might have expected his quarters to look more golden, seeing all the gold the members were bringing in, but no. It was all cool toned, and you had never been in a room that was as warm as it was cold. "Close the door, please." He says. The back of his seat faces you, giving you a slight glimpse of Silco's back and the scroll he is reading.

You comply, not questioning the orders of your Captain. Order, the word in your thoughts right now makes you feel like you've changed clothes all at once. Order can mean so many things, that something is in order, that everything is back in order. But this order is different, it controls, it does not ask, it forces. The order is a proof of obedience, and for the moment you don't intend to disobey any order from Silco. The double door closes, and you turn around, not daring to take another step. You wait for his instructions, his next order. "We're not going to discuss this far, come over here." His tone seems... light. You would have expected a bit of the same kind of discussion as when the principal of your school called you into his office for some reason you knew or had no idea about, but no. He seems most relaxed as you walk down the stairs. You almost fall off a step as he turns to look at you. The advantage of having more than two people in a room is that you can always look for someone else's gaze, as you might have done with Sevika.

But you find yourself alone at the bottom of the stairs. When you arrive at the foot of it, you realize through a slit that the curtained wall on the side hides a bed, and that it is perhaps the bed in which Silco sleeps. But this one has in its interior all kind of trinkets and multicolored drawings that make you understand quickly that it is Jinx's bed. The Captain's daughter had left the ship this very morning with a handful of the crew, borrowing one of the boats that had been located not far from The Last Drop. You had shown her how to take care of her wound so that it would not get infected, prescribing her other things to take morning, noon and night to speed up her recovery. You had managed to find some very useful medicines that had been brought back to you during the boarding, so you had given her some of them. She didn't mind. You hadn't been around Jinx much, but the whole crew feared her for her unpredictability, which everyone considered dangerous, and it was apparently a miracle that she listened to you carefully when you explained everything about her injuries. According to the rumors going around the crew, Jinx had found her sister during the first raid you had witnessed, and that the reason she had been so badly injured was the simple fact that when she found her during the battle, she had let her guard down. She would have had a long talk with Silco after that, and he would have allowed her to take one of his ships to look for her. Silco didn't mind parting with one of his ships, it all depended on which one of course, but the idea of parting with his daughter however didn't seem to fill his heart with joy. At the bottom of the stairs were two sofas and four armchairs facing each other, a black wooden coffee table placed to separate them. "Come closer." he said, indicating with a simple gesture for you to come nearer to his desk.

You hide your hands behind your back, you don't have anything blunt, but fiddling with your fingers in the moment reassures you somehow. You come to a distance of more than a meter from the desk. You don't dare to come any closer. It's ironic, Sevika could expect you to attack Silco but you couldn't get any closer than that, like asking a lamb to scratch the big bad wolf. You contemplate his vast office, under a layer of glass extends the map of Runeterra, illuminated by a lamp with a lampshade formed by an assembly of orange tinted glass, contrasting with the cold tones of the rest of the room. On the rest of the surface are spread out various objects like books or flasks whose contents you suspect to be alcoholic. Objects that were probably previously dull and ordinary are covered with vibrant pastel drawings such as the cup, his flask or his ashtray in which some ashes are falling. He has a cigar in hand, giving off a sweet smell of wood and spices. He looks at you, and there under his eye you feel like a statue facing him in a museum. His eye seems to be looking for the smallest details under the blows of mallets hitting the gravel, the smallest shape different from the rest of this art gallery, where you are the only statue in the middle of a hundred paintings. The only difference is that you are a statue full of colour, and all the other paintings are grey.

Only you don't know if he is a mere spectator or if he is your creator. "I'd like to thank you for your responsiveness the other day in saving my daughter, I'm grateful." So did he only bring you here to thank you for doing that? It's true that you could be proud, after all you had saved someone's life and not in the most convenient conditions. "I was just doing my job, Captain," which wasn't really wrong. You didn't save her because you wanted to save her, you did it because it was your job and if she died you would die too. He gave you a smirk, and you could tell he was satisfied, but you were still confused as he said nothing more, continuing his observation. Uncertain, you asked: "With all due respect Captain, why did you ask to see me?" He smiled, taking a drag on his cigar and blowing out a gray smoke. "For several reasons. The first is that I do prefer to know my crew and interest myself in its mates, whether new or old, and as you are undoubtedly the newest member, I had to talk to you. As for the other reasons... I'll see at the end of our exchange if you can access them." You found this answer to be a double-edged sword, as you found it both honourable that he was supposedly interested in his crew, but at the same time you feared that your answers would not live up to his expectations and that something bad would come of it.

For a moment you forget the eye you see and who sees you, your own curiously observing the dark, hollowed and gnawed skin that adorned his cheeks and forehead like a shadowy, acidic river flowing over his face and scarring it. But you don't watch discreetly enough, or at least too insistently, for his honey-coated lightning voice to ask you: "Do you know why pirates usually wear eye-patches?" The question felt tricky, as if it held a meaning unknown to you. "Because when they move around the ship and alternate between hold and deck, one eye is used to daylight while the other is used to darker places. Or perhaps they are simply hiding their eyes because of injuries." He slowly closes his eyelid before opening it again to show you a piercing eye, pointing with his free fingers at his cheek where the streaks of his scars ran like streams. "What do you think is under that eye patch, hmm?" The question catches you off guard. You might have thought he would simply dismiss the fact that you were watching his hidden eye since he must have received that kind of look quite often. But no, he had decided otherwise. You don't dare answer honestly, so you simply say this: "There are a lot of rumours." "What are they?" Of course, you knew about Silco before you were on his ship, the few soldiers who came to your father's office talked a lot about the "Sea Devil" and his "eye that never sleeps". So you try to gather all the stories that the crew was saying about him, mixing them with what you had heard from the rest. "They say that you went near the Willow Peninsula, where the trees are white and the fruit is golden, and that a mermaid scratched your eye when you were hungry for an apple. Later realizing that you were coveting the fruit out of hunger and not out of lust, she returned the fruit and dived into the deep waters. She came back to the surface with a pearl which she gave you to replace your eye." His eye seemed to soften as he listened to your story. "They say that a nymph put a curse on you that makes your eye blossom and that you must wear this eye patch to prevent them from spreading everywhere, that somehow it will overpour. They say that your eye is a diamond you got from the legendary treasure of Linley 'Striker' Byron, that blinds your enemies and allows you to attack them easily. They say that Callipso, one night while crying, dropped a star tear that landed in your eye."

Listing all these stories is like going back to your childhood and standing at the blackboard reciting a poem you learned by heart. Your audience seemed to enjoy it. "The stories are nice," he confirmed, "but what do you really think? The questions he asked all seemed to have a real heaviness to them, a particular weight that gave them an extra importance. "I think you are the only one that holds the truth about this," you say. You know very well that all these stories are not close to reality. "About your eye and your activities." "And, what are the stories about my activities?" He seems deeply amused by all this, but you answer his question. "They say that you possess merman scales, that you hide a shell on an island that counts your future when you put it near your ear, that you have a crystal boat that glitters so brightly that seeing it in the middle of the ocean is like seeing an extra sun on a noon sky. They say," you swallow, "that you stuff your enemies' mouths and throats with leeches. They even say..." you inhale softly "they even say that you conversed with a woman with eyes and lips as red as pomegranate seeds, that she was said to be able to learn everything about your life by kissing you, and that by kissing your lips..." your eyes inevitably slide to his, thin, blowing a light veil of smoke, "she had become paler than the moon."

And his eye bites you, every long look without a blink makes you burn with a sweet fire in your cheeks and neck.

"What do you think about these stories? Why do you think they create all these tales about me?" he asks without leaving you, taking another drag from his cigar.

You don't think his eye is all that legendary, but you sense that it sees through people, through their lives, through their lies, that it can see nightmare and dream, which makes him the most feared lord of the seas. But repeating this out loud doesn't seem like the right thing to do at the time, so you simply reply:

"I think they are just rumours to make you feared and important, people love stories, especially the ones that are about legends. Ignorance is the mother of fear, so they fear not knowing what the truth is."

You weren't wrong after all. These tales are like strawberries of lies dipped in a big bowl of sweet cream, words of sugar easy to eat, and of which you want more after each bite. Bitter drink than the truth.

"Who can rule without wealth or fear or love?

Lucky man, he had almost all of them. He undoubtedly possessed some of the greatest wealth in the world of piracy today.

Fear? Oh, fear, no sailor doesn't tremble when he hears his name spoken like a curse whose mere hearing condemns you for life.

Love? Love...

He certainly loved his daughter, but family love is a special kind of love that cannot be compared to any other love. Many things were said about Jinx, that storms are less fickle than her, seas less capricious. Silco was an ocean, and Jinx an ardent fire that might burn his ship down to ashes. But you weren't going to say that out loud, the love Silco had for his daughter was obvious.

It was a glint in his eye, a glint you had seen when you were stitching Jinx up, it never stopped when he looked at her, and nothing but fear could stop it from glowing constantly.

"Do you want to see what's under that eye patch?"

You stand still, and for some reason you don't know, you're as scared as you are curious. What if the legends are true after all? What if you find yourself cursed just by looking at that eye? What if... What if the eye was just another eye and the scars around its cheekbones never reached its lids?

You feel as if you've been walking on a cobbled floor for a while now, and that if you don't respond in the right way, the floor will collapse under you and close in without you ever being able to get out. And you feel that now the chances of you being wrong are ten times greater.

" Can I?" you say softly, your voice skimming over the murmur as if he were about to whisper a secret to you.

"I wouldn't have offered it to you if you didn't have the right." He confirms.

Your skin tingles as a fluttery feeling invades your belly. You don't even dare say anything more, lest speaking too loudly would burst a dream bubble, so you simply nod.

"Come closer," he says, taking one last drag of smoke to crush the tip of his cigar in the ashtray.

So you step closer to the desk, and you're scared. What if he asks you to come closer and stick a knife in your stomach? Maybe he felt humiliated after telling you all the stories you'd heard?

"Go round the desk," he points with a weary finger, "you're the one who's going to take it off of me."

You stop, your body tenses, a shiver runs through it like cool water. You must have misheard him, right?

"That I take off your eye patch? Me?"

"Is there anyone else in this room I'm talking to?" he says, turning his seat to make you face the side of the desk.

You feel your hands getting sweaty, you wipe them on your thighs. No amount of surgery or stitches seems to equal having to remove that innocent piece of cloth.

You move closer until your knees are almost touching.

You look at the eye patch, and Silco looks at you as if the same statue in that museum he was walking through had come to life.

Shyly, you bring both hands up to his face, and are almost surprised to feel that his skin is as warm as any other human's when your palms brush against his cheeks.

You let your fingers slide slowly along the leather strips that loop back. Silco's eye patch is not held in place by a knot that you can simply pull on to undo, but has a belt-like mechanism.

The seconds seem to stretch out, and he doesn't stop looking at you for a moment. You pull the tab slightly, dislodging the little metal arm that pierces it before finally letting the eye patch loosen on its own.

An eye as black as a storm, covered with a red flame, reveals itself to you. His gaze, it stings like heaven and caresses like hell. You feel like snow catching fire as your two gazes look at each other. No, they don't look at each other.

Looking is not seeing, and Silco isn't looking at you, he's seeing you. And for a moment, it's only that look that occupies your whole world. His eye is like the crater of a volcano, humming with warmth and heat and death and mystery and so much more that you feel like you're plunging into the depths of a petroleum lake about to burst into flames.

"Do you want to know the real story?"

Your thumb slowly and calmly traces the shape of the eye patch loop you hold in your hands, nodding before leaning back slightly against his desk, listening to him.

"Years ago, before I owned The Last Drop, it was in the hands of my friend Vander. We were... very close, and one day when we were about to storm Piltover and make a major coup for the piracy world," he'd looked away from the map on his desk, his eye like the head of his cigar, dark with its burning orange ring, "he betrayed me, and left me with this as a souvenir." he counted as he brought his fingers up to his cracked and blackened skin. "No matter how many stories we tell about monsters, the greatest ones will always be humans."

Both his eyes seemed full of unspoken words, as if he wondered if he had said too much or not enough.

Bitter drink than the truth.

Then his gaze returned to yours, and he asked you:

"Now that you've seen it, and you know its story, what do you think?"

It is true that you had just witnessed the true story of the Eye of Silco, the Devil of the Seas, the Eye that Never Sleeps. You didn't really expect anything spectacular, or terrifying. You thought it was beautiful, this eye, it looked like a sun in a night sky.

You basked in it like a fire in a dark place, you warmed your soul and found comfort in it in a way.

Then you tenderly replied, cracking a tiny smile:

"Legends don't compare to it, I prefer it, it has a real story."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking for any sign of lies in your eyes, but he found none, and let his lips split his face in a soft smile.

The truth is, you thought Silco was complete now. You could see him truly, fully, without any filters or props that might have prevented you from seeing him in his entirety.

You could have stood there for a moment without saying anything, just gazing at each other and talking to each other with your eyes and listening with your hearts.

You were thinking about the reasons you could access after your exchange, because you deeply doubted that he had invited you simply to make small talk.

"Why do I have the right to know all this?

The request was sincere, and Silco saw no ill intent in answering you, opening a drawer in his desk.

"I'm on medication, this eye from hell is hurting me so I have to ease the pain it's causing me." He pulls out a cylinder shaped object that you might have mistaken for a candlestick. "Usually Jinx is in charge of administering it, but since she's not here right now, I thought it would be good with your status as a surgeon to have you do it."

He handed you the object, you placed the eye patch on the desk before taking the utensil in hand as if it were made of porcelain. You examined it, the needle centred inside the tool sending a shiver down your spine.

"The rounded end goes over the eye, then you just press here. You just have to aim at the centre of the pupil. He indicates to you as you place the object correctly in your hands. "My body will cringe after you press it, so don't worry, that means it worked," he confirms.

You're not too keen on the idea of sticking a needle in his eye. You swallow as Silco sinks further into his seat. You can't really back out of this one.

Yet it scares you more than any other operation. In fact, what scares you in the moment is the fact that you have to do this to him.

That you had to do this to someone else would have been unpleasant, but you wouldn't have been so scared.

Silco has his head back, looking at his ceiling. You come even closer than when you took off his eye patch. He has one hand on his chest, the other moving away from his face to rest on his leg.

You move forward, checking to make sure you're aiming for the pupil and not slipping. To make sure you don't move, you grip the back of the chair, near Silco's head. You steady your hand, tighten your grip, and aim for the centre.

You are so close that your breaths land on each other's faces, your knees are between his, and you take a breath and block it.

And you press it.

A sound of metal quickly digging into fragile flesh echoes through the silence of the room.

Immediately Silco lets out a strangled sound in his throat as his head tilts rapidly forward. He twists and his hands immediately grab your forearms, squeezing them tightly.

You wrinkle your nose and clench your teeth slightly, Silco's grip is firm and he doesn't intend to let go for the moment.

His head tumbles against his hands, and his forehead wrecks against your forearms. He breathes heavily, his back rising and falling, his lungs swelling like sails bulging in the wind.

His breathing is heavy, and seems desperate, as if he's suffocated so far and has risen from a deep surface from which you' re not supposed to return.

Weak. That's what Silco looks like at the moment.

A weakness that he is ashamed of, that he hides under this eye patch, that he turns into a terror for the world and that he doesn't let anyone see except his daughter.

No one but his daughter? Not any more. He let you see his weakness.

He trusted you, enough to ask you to come and see him when you'd only met him twice before, enough to tell you what really happened instead of telling you stories like everyone else had. But had he been honest till the end? Or had he also set a trap for you by telling you another, more plausible scenario that would satisfy you?

You put these questions aside, you'll think about them later, this is not the right time. You don't want to see him in that state, hunched under you while you hold in your hand the object of his torment and pain.

You hesitate for a moment, then, with your free hand, you move your fingers to the top of his head and brush his hair.

He freezes, and for a moment you wonder if you might have made a mistake with this gesture, but you continue, waiting for him to tell you if he's bothered.

But nothing comes, he says nothing. You let your index finger and thumb mingle with the dark, greying strands of his hair, brushing your fingernails against his skull at times, letting your fingers tenderly caress his head.

His breathing steadies, and you feel a huge difference between the tense feeling he had before and the total release that runs through his body now. His hands have loosened their tight embrace on your arms, and his head is even more pressed against your palms.

Secretly, you know that this simple gesture makes him feel better.

It's only a few moments later that he breaks away from your hands to look at you, gently dropping the grip he has on your forearms, letting his hands slide down to your wrists, brushing your fingers before leaving his hand resting next to yours.

They don't touch, yet they're so close, so close that all you would have to do is lift your index finger slightly to touch them. He brings his other hand to his chest, still looking at the hand that is so close to yours.

"It's a pity that no balm or elixir can really heal," he says, his gaze was even softer than his voice. It reached out to the softest parts of you like a caress, like the wind in the trees, tickling those wonderful branches that bear the apple of your heart.

And his eyes, oh, his eyes - they are uniquely soft.

You might have expected the mismatched black of Silco's eyes to invariably put people to torture, and that he would play it virtuoso. But at the moment, it was nothing to be nervous about.

You can feel the warmth of his fingers next to yours, feel your hair stand up because his hand is so close to yours. You think it's selfish, but you want to close the gap between your fingers, to bring your index to his skin until they touch...

There's a knock at the door, and you gasp, turning towards it. Within seconds, you step aside, placing the tool carefully on the desk. Your heart sinks into your throat, and you feel your cheeks heat up violently.

"A crow."

You recognise Sevika's voice, and somehow it soothes you that it's her and not someone else.

You feel as if you have come close to the forbidden, and perhaps you have.

But the forbidden is too tempting.

"It's getting late, you should go to sleep." Silco says softly before moving closer to his desk with his chair, running a hand through his hair to comb it back properly.

You nodded, walking round the desk to take one of the stairs which you quickly climbed. As you reached the doors, he called you. You turned around and he looked you straight in the eye.

"Thank you," he said, a thin smile spreading across his face.

You nodded.

"Good night," you said before opening the doors.

The fresh air outside bites into your peonieshaded cheeks, your face all poppy. Outside, Sevika is waiting, a small roll of paper in her hand. You smiled at her, feeling very light, as if your heart had wings and was about to fly away like a sparrow freed from a cage.

You wished her good night, and then headed for the hold to your hammock. In it lay your wooden disc and your scalpel as Sevika had told you. You took the two objects in your hand and pulled yourself up inside.

In the half-light, you drew the relief of the branches you had pruned, ending up placing the disc against your heart, your scalpel now stored in a long pouch that you had hung on your belt.

Your eyes stared at the parallel lines of the planks before you fell asleep, and you remembered the last thing you'd thought of before sinking into the world of dreams: You didn't care what strawberries of lies he told you, you'd dip them in the cream without hesitation if he asked, and you wouldn't blink for a moment.

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Reader is in the hold taking care of the wounded members of the crew. Sevika comes in with jinx who's badly wounded on her stomach. Reader proceeds to press clothes on the cut to stop the bleeding. Silco comes, he's furious but mostly scared for his daughter. After the bleeding stops, reader cleans jinx's wound and stitch it, and then proceeds to giver her their blood.

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WC: 2.5k (long winded girl, I know)

Plot: They share stuff and it changes how they see things. Connection ensues.

CW: Mentions of death, illness, hospitals I guess, violence.

a/n: Hello y’all. This is part two of whatever the fuck is going on inside my pea brain. Hope you enjoy.

Part one, the meeting.

Two; It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

She laughed at the awkwardness of the text and the perfect grammar Dr. Spencer Reid maintained while texting. Ollie made a mental note to care a little more about the phrasing of her own texts, especially considering the circumstances. To say she wanted to impress him was an understatement.

“Good, germs are yucky.” Sent at 7:45 am.

“Also, hi. Good morning” Sent at 7:45 am.

Good morning? Too much too soon? She fell victim to her overthinking for at least twenty minutes after sending her last text, realizing she had to slowly build up the courage to ask about the next time they would be seeing each other, which apparently would have to wait, since Spencer had an inconvenient schedule and could be out of the state in a matter of 20 minutes. Ollie exhaled and stood up from her awful office chair to go and make herself some coffee, hoping to stop her mind from reeling and sending her into her usual never-ending pit of despair and anxiety that came with stepping out of her comfort zone.

A ping echoed in the room and her screen lit up, displaying a text from the one person she had been thinking about. Ollies mother would be crying laughing if she saw the state she was in, positively losing hair over the fact that a cute, smart, witty man was texting her back. A man she had spoken to for the first time not even 24 hours prior.

“I’m a nice person, I’m funny sometimes, I offered him coffee.” She whispered to herself, rationalizing every aspect of their interaction. “That’s how friendships start” She laughed bitterly. “I’m here… freaking… wishful thinking, and maybe he has a significant other… maybe he doesn’t even like women… maybe he just thought I was nice and he thought ‘yay, a new friend’… fuck” she plopped herself back on the chair and threw her head back.

Lia would have known what the right thing to do is, she would come up with a cool thing to text back on the spot, and she resented her absence like she had a million times before. Ollie had gotten used to writing her letters like her best friend was living somewhere else in the world and she would eventually read her friend’s attempt at keeping her updated, which she knew was not healthy and definitely not helping her move on.

The thing is, Lia’s death was not a surprise at all. It was a possibility to the point of actually being expected. She had been diagnosed as a terminal patient for a little over a year before she passed and almost everyone around her had made peace with the fact that she could go any day and that life would have to go on without her, but no amount of grief counseling and encouraging talks with Lia’s family could have prepared her for the unimaginable pain Ollie felt when it happened. She had heard about experiences that made the world turn upside down and how some life events made you go numb and make your legs give weight, but had never come face to face with a happenstance that painful.

She figured she was going to have to carry the burden of her loss till the day she died, and even then, the words “I missed you, till the very end.” would be carved in her grave.

Coming back from her spiral, she remembered how she fell down the rabbit hole in the first place. She took her phone with the intention of texting Spencer back and smiled at how stupid she had been to worry about seeing him again.

“Hey, arrest made successfully. Are you busy right now?” Sent at 7:57 am.

Sighing with relief, Ollie smiled and tried to sound casual with her reply as to not sound like seeing him again was the only thing she had been thinking about.

“I’m the boss, I can un-busy myself. Why? Were you charmed by my Keurig?” Sent at 8:00 am.

Spencer was not the kind to send sassy texts, or any text for that matter. This was completely new to him and he was determined to get it right, so he channeled the Derek Morgan that lived within him and prayed to whatever deity was looking out for him to make him sound cooler than he was feeling.

“I’m a sucker for coffee so, yes.” Sent at 8:05

“I’m a sucker for you, apparently” Ollie nearly screamed at how quickly that came out of her mouth. “Fucking loser, dear God” She shook her head, scolding herself and whatever hamster was in charge of her brain and thought process.

“Mi oficina es tu oficina, then. I’ll be waiting.” Sent at 8:07

Twenty minutes later, he was there, coffee cup in his hands. After what felt like no time at all, they were four coffee cups deep into their conversation and had learned a lot more about each other. Turns out Spencer had a day off after they landed from an away case, he had a thing with germs, his favorite color was purple and his co-workers were more his family than just the people he happened to work with. He liked a bunch of sugar with his coffee and had an eidetic memory that was as much of a blessing as it was a curse.

He was impressed at how this girl was not what you would expect her to be, every aspect of her seemed to make no sense and at the same time, it made perfect sense. This purple haired girl had ADHD and a PhD in history, she was the oldest daughter of two of the most stubborn Mexican immigrants and had a sister that made even the most patient of humans go mad. She loved music, and was not ashamed to admit that her taste in music was far from sophisticated. “I am Taylor Swift’s bitch; I know the words to every single one of her songs! Same goes for One Direction too” She argued when Spencer said that it couldn’t be that bad.

A blaring ring halted their conversation to an unexpected stop. Ollie picked up the office phone with an annoyed grimace and exchanged a few words with whoever was calling.

“Hold that thought, I have to go sign a thingy at the front desk” She dashed out of her office and left Spencer there.

For the first time, he felt compelled to look around and fixate on the details. There were a few old looking pictures and some newer ones with people who looked a lot like her. There was one picture that caught his attention, isolated from the rest like it deserved a spot of its own. In it, there was a red-haired girl that looked around Ollie’s age, one of her arms around her waist and the other one cradling her head that was laying on her shoulder. Ollie’s eyes were closed and the red head looked like she was caught mid-sentence. Stuck to the frame was a little post it note that read “I love you, head ass. -Lia” It looked intimate, they were clearly comfortable with that kind of physical affection, and if Lia hadn’t called Ollie a head ass in the post it, he would have assumed they were together romantically.

Ollie came back in a hurry, apologizing for having to run out like that and sitting back down to resume their conversation.

“It’s okay, don’t worry” Spencer assured her. “I was looking at your pictures, I hope you don’t mind” He said, suddenly very aware of how invasive that could be.

“Not at all, those are there to be looked at” She shrugged, bracing herself for the question she knew was coming. Somehow, talking about Lia with him did not feel as dreadful as it had all those times she was asked about it before, perhaps it’s just him and his calming presence.

Sure enough, he pointed at the picture Lia had framed for valentine’s day and asked, “Who’s that?”.

“That’s Lia, she was my best friend. She is my best friend.” She smiled fondly, something that had never happened before when talking about this specific topic. Maybe sharing Lia’s memory with someone who didn’t know her was different. “She passed away almost a year and a half ago. 468 days ago, to be exact. She was really sick, it was inevitable” Ollie let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, reaching for the post it and tracing the words over with her finger.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine how hard that must have been”

“It was… heartbreaking. Even with all that time we had to process the news, it still took me off guard.” She shook her head trying to ground herself. “Anyways, that’s a sad topic. I don’t want to bum you out with it.”

He knew the feeling all too well, he had apologized to several people when he rambled about Maeve, feeling like he had said too much and gotten too personal. He was not about to let this beautiful, vibrant soul feel the way he had for so long. Like he still did, truly.

“Don’t apologize, I get it. You’re not making me sad” He felt like he needed to elaborate to actually convey the message. “I went through the same thing with someone I loved too” he said, looking down at his hands, the very familiar feeling of oversharing creeping in. As he looked up, he noticed the sad look Ollie was giving him, but if the profiler in him was right, she was inviting him to share, not to stop.

“Her name was Maeve. She… she was a geneticist. She helped me through a rough time and she became my friend. It’s a long story…” he looked away.

“I want to hear it, long or not. But only if you want me to.” She gave him the warmest smile she could muster, which convinced him to keep going.

“Um, I started getting some headaches a while ago. I went to a few doctors but none of them gave me an answer. I reached out to Maeve for help and… We bonded, I guess.” He took a shaky breath.

“You don’t have to continue if you feel uncomfortable” she whispered in the most delicate tone.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I’ve never told this story before. Everyone in my life that I care about was there to see it.” He said, meeting her eyes so she could see how honest he was being. The man got a hold of himself for a minute, and continued.

“Maeve had to go into hiding. She was being stalked by some woman she met at work. Beyond talking on the phone, we hadn’t even met. I had no idea what she looked like and vice versa. This girl, the stalker… She wrote a paper, and Maeve dismissed it because it didn’t have a good enough foundation. When she started stalking her, she scared her into hiding and eventually started dating her ex-fiancé to try and get closer to Maeve, assuming he knew where she was. They ended up finding her and confronting her. She shot herself and the first person I ever loved. Right in front of me and my friends. The first five minutes I got with Maeve face to face, were the last.”

Baring his soul to a person he had known for a whooping 18 hours was the weirdest thing Spencer had ever done, so unlike himself it was almost funny. But at the same time, he felt like it had to happen. By no means did he believe in fate or destiny, but this one moment made him feel like maybe whoever does believe in that stuff, is not completely wrong.

She was not a therapist. She listened because she was going through a similar thing herself and her interest in Spencer’s loss was not rooted in psychoanalyzing him and helping him cope. She was just a mundane human that did not look at him with condescension and pity, she looked at him like she, too, had found a person who wouldn’t ask her “And, how does that make you feel?” in a monotonous voice. They both knew better than to assume they had all the answers.

“Spencer, that’s horrible. I am so sorry you had to see that. Jesus, fuck. I- “She thought about her next words very carefully. “That’s enough to crush anyone’s spirit” She looked at him like he was turning green. The reason being, he did not look like he was crushed. He had a beautiful smile that shook Ollie to her core, he was easygoing and conversation with him was carefree and it flowed easily. If he had not told her about Maeve, she would not have guessed the man sitting right in front of her was as affected as her.

“How did you manage to get through that?” Ollie questioned, fully intending to take notes.

“I don’t really think I have yet…” Well, time to come clean. Spencer thought. “The whole reason I was here yesterday, and a lot more times before that one, is because she and I talked about this museum. She told me about some conferences she had attended here and we made plans to visit together. Doesn’t quite sound like someone who’s over the whole thing.” He fiddled with his fingers, suddenly too aware of how cold it was. “How did you get through Lia’s death?”

“Yeah, well. I don’t really think I’m quite there either. Not like I’m trying, anyways. I can’t seem to get away from the Grey Roots either” Mental images of two little kids running around with dusty books in their hands came to her and she couldn’t help the small smile she broke into.

“I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, I have always thought that the way Lia and I found each other was pure magic. We met when we were in the second grade, right in this museum, we were on a field trip and we clicked. It was crazy to me that I actually met my best friend at such a young age, and the kind that lasts forever too. It sounds like when people meet the love of their lives on their first try. It sounds dorky, I know”

“It doesn’t. If anything, it sounds like you consider yourself lucky to have loved her like you did. We need more people like that, people that believe in magic.” Spencer reassured her with a shrug. He wished he could believe in cute stuff like that, but he was happy Ollie led a life that made her believe.

“Yeah, but us crazy people, we get our hopes up too easily. Sometimes it hurts.”

“Tell me about it.”

And just like that, in the not so well-lit office of the head Conservator of the Grey Roots Museum and Archive, something in the world had shifted.

#spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x latina reader #criminal minds headcanons #criminal minds #bau #fluff #spencer reid headcanon

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wickxdangels · 4 years

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Bucky Barnes Imagine; Secretly in love.

Hey guys! It feels so good to be finally back! I haven’t written anything in so long so, sorry if the imagines suck :( i’m trying my best to get back to writing and all. Also, please remember that English isn’t my first language, so if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know! Thanks for reading and I hope you like it!

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings; Just fluff.

Request; Hi lovely! I’m so glad you’re back :) can you please write a Bucky x reader where they’re best friends and are secretly in love, so when reader makes a joke that Peter is basically their child, Bucky gets all flushed and leaves quickly. He asks Steve what to do and he says Bucky should flirt with her for real and make it obvious he likes her. He does, but reader is oblivious so Bucky just flat out tells her and they end up cuddling and watching readers fav movie? Tysm, I hope it makes sense! 💕

It was around noon when Y/n woke up, she went to bed late last night because she’s been obsessed with this show and she wanted to watch the entire season in one night, that had her going to sleep at 5 am.

While walking to the kitchen to grab something to drink, she heard the voices of Peter, Samuel, Steve and Bucky.

She smiled as she finally saw them, Peter and Samuel both in the kitchen, while Steve and Bucky were sitting down behind the stool, laughing at whatever Peter and Samuel were doing. As she got closer to them, she could see with more clarity Peter’s face, which was currently filled with flour, his eyes concentrated fully on his masterwork as he made sure to massage the dough on his hands, probably making pizza, she guessed.

“I wake up a bit late and you guys have already messed up the kitchen.” she laughed as she stood a few feet from them, her hands on her waist as she looked at the mess that the kitchen was, obviously a work from Peter. She knew that him, being the youngest of them all, wanted to have some fun around the place, and probably Samuel saw him struggling and tried to help him.

“I really take no part in this whole mess, we are mere spectators.” Steve said as he chuckled, Bucky who was sitting besides him didn't say anything but rested his eyes on her, softly gazing at her as she rolled her eyes and smiled. It was clear to say that both of them liked each other, yet they were not aware of each other’s feelings. In her mind, it was better for them to remain friends than to get in a relationship with the probability of breaking up and damaging their friendship, she didn't want to jeopardize that because of silly feelings that may not be reciprocated.

In Bucky’s head, he thought that she wasn't interested in him as more than a friend, even though Natasha has always told him that she acted different around him, but he just brushed that off, thinking that the reason lied in the fact that she felt more comfortable around him than with the rest of them. He didn't want to create false scenarios in his head.

“It’s actually quite funny to see how Peter gets himself into messy situations all the time.” she smiled as she walked towards him, Y/n then proceed to wash her hands and help Peter out. “You’re supposed to knead down on the dough, not slap it or whatever you’re doing..” she let out a laugh along with the rest of the team, her hands already cleaned started to knead down on the dough as Peter followed her actions, Samuel just let out a deep sigh and gave up. “Yep, that’s my cue to leave, finally.” he said before leaving the kitchen.

“Hey! What did we say about quitters!?” Peter cried out when he saw Samuel, making him laugh shaking his head and placing his hands up in defeat as he walked towards his room, probably tired.

Steve stood up from the seat as well. “Well, I’ve got stuff to do as well, so good luck with that.. pizza?” he said before leaving with a chuckle on his lips.

“How come you’re making pizza from scratch? You know you could’ve easily just changed into Spidey and go out to get some.” Y/n said to Peter as she helped out with the dough, making sure it was smooth enough to proceed with the next steps.

“I told him that already, or that he could’ve asked me and Steve to bring him some while we were out in the city.” Bucky agreed with her as he stared at both of them, shaking his head with a chuckle ready against his lips. “I thought teenagers from this generation were supposed to be bit smarter..” he exclaimed, making both Y/n and Steve laugh as Peter rolled his eyes to him.

“Now, where would be the fun in that? Look how fun it is to play with the dough thingy! It brings back memories of a simpler life before Spiderman.” Peter slowly finished the sentence as his smile slowly faded from his lips, longing the times when he was just a normal boy from Queens.

Both Bucky and Y/n stared at each other, feeling the sadness radiate from Peter as Y/n then talked. “It’s okay to feel sad sometimes. It’s okay to miss things how they used to be, but just remember of all the good things you’ve done so far, all the lives you’ve saved. Remember all of the things you’ve accomplished and the things you’ve yet to do.” she said in a soft voice as she looked at Peter. The smile on his lips slowly returned as he stared up at her, his eyes filled with adoration, the kind you’ll see in a little kid looking up to her mother whenever she did something that amazed him. “You can always come to me if you’re feeling sad or need any advice, you know. I’m here to help, and I’m pretty sure Bucky feels the same way.” she said as her eyes landed on Bucky, he smiled at her and nodded at Peter.

“Totally, kid. I’m here if you need anything... well, only if you give me some extra slices.” he joked, leaning towards the stool and messing up Peter’s brown hair before sitting down again. Peter laughed as he nodded before kneading down once again on the dough, Y/n could only stare at the two of them with a silly smile on her face, it reminded her of the way her dad used to mess her brother’s hair.

In a way, she felt, Bucky and her were like Peter’s parents. He always came to them whenever he got exciting news or just to show them new funny memes.

“You know, in a way, Peter’s like our child...” Y/n exclaimed, Peter was too busy trying to figure out how the oven works to hear what she had just said, but Bucky on the other hand, flushed a bit. His cheeks slowly turned red as he let out a shaky chuckle at what she had just said, scratching the back of his head. “Bucky...did you just...blush?” she slowly asked with a chuckle, walking towards him to then get closer to his face, inspecting the faint red color against them. “You did!” she giggled, it’s been some time since she’s seen Bucky blush at something, it made her heart warm and just added a bit more fuel to her crush on him.

“Okay! I think I figured out how to turn on the oven!” Peter exclaimed with a victorious smile on his face, lifting his arms up like he had just won the olympics, making both of them realize they were not completely alone.

“I.. I think I'm gonna let you guys finish your pizza, let me know when it’s finished..” Bucky quickly spoke before standing up from his chair, he didn’t even wait for a response before walking in a fast pace towards

Y/n raised her eyebrow at his behavior, watching as he quickly walked away towards Steve’s room. Bucky was sure acting funny.

She just shrugged, and looked back at Peter. “Okay, chef. looks like it’s just you and me. Let’s get this pizza done, i'm starving!” she gave Peter a smile as they both tried to finish what they started.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Avengers Facility, Bucky paced around Steve’s room as he waited for him to come out of his shower, his arms crossed as he walked from side to side, taking his metal hand through his long raven hair from time to time as he was getting kind of impatient. So when he heard the bathroom’s door being opened and Steve walking out of it with just a towel around his waist, he breathed in relief, scaring Steve for a minute.

“Holy! Bucky, you do know that you have your own room, right?” Steve asked as he looked at Bucky, just now taking in his weird composure. “What’s going on? Is it Y/n?” he asked as he stared at his friend in front of him for a bit.

Bucky, on the other hand, was kinda surprised when Steve brought up her name, he hasn't said anything about her to anyone, wanting to keep his feelings to himself. Guess he wasn't that good at hiding things from his friend. “How did you know it was about her?” he asked curiously.

Steve let out a small smirk. “Oh, so it is about her!” he looked at his friend as if they were small kids and one of them had asked the other to help him out with a mischief before rolling his eyes at the question he had just asked. “C’mon, Bucky! I’m not that dense, you know.. I know when my best friend likes someone, and even more so when he’s too bad at keeping it to himself..” he chuckled, walking to pick out some clothes as Bucky ket pacing around the room. “Bucky, I swear you’re gonna make a hole in the floor from pacing around too much! What exactly happened?”

“Okay, so! We were out talking with the kid, how he missed the way his life was before the whole Spiderman thing, and she then said something along the lines of ‘Peter is kind of like our child’ and I blushed, Steve! I fucking blushed! Like a ten year old!” Bucky huffed out, throwing himself to the bed as he covered his face with his hands, groaning.

Steve, meanwhile, was laughing out loud, it was so funny for him to imagine the big and bad Bucky Barnes, the ‘Winter Soldier’ blushing because of what little Y/n had said. He knew his friend really had it bad when it came to her, he hasn’t shown interest in a female in so long, so he knew it had to be something serious. “You know, you should just tell her you like her. Flirt with her, for real. You both are grown adults, you should try and make it work and if it doesn’t.. like I said, you’re both adults, you two can handle a simple thing as a break-up...” Steve explained, making it sound so easy. “Of course, I wouldn’t take myself too seriously cause as you know.. I really don’t have the best experiences with relationships..” he shrugged and ran his hand through his damped hair.

Bucky gave it a long thought as he stared at the ceiling on top of it, thinking hard as if it was a mission and they had to come up with a plan rather quickly. “You know what, I think you’re right.” Bucky lifted himself from the bed, sitting down as he looked at his friend.

“I.. am?” Steve asked kind of surprised, looking at Bucky as he still had this ‘I'm in deep thought’ face.

“Yes! I can’t stay my whole life wondering wether she likes me too or not, I can’t keep my feelings bottled up, we both know life can be tricky and we’ve got to grab the opportunities whenever we’ve got them in front of us.” realization dawning on his face, the Winter Soldier breathed out, standing up from the bed as if someone had poured cold water to his face and he suddenly had all of the answers for the world’s problems.

“Okay, then? Good luck, buddy. Looks like you might need it.” that was the last thing he hard from Steve as Bucky walked outside his room, his mind filled with thoughts on how he would exactly tell her he liked her as more than friends.. Maybe he’d just start with some simple flirting, trying to make his intentions clear but not coming off too strong.. he just hoped it worked out, he’s not experienced in thsi field.

Later that night, after eating the pizza Peter and Y/n have made with the rest of the team, Bucky decided to walk towards the living room, knowing he would find Y/n sitting down watching some of her Netflix series she’s been obsessing with lately, she would stay in the living room watching them until she saw all the lights off and then she’d go to her room to keep watching, not wanting to wake up anyone in the facility with the noises that came from the TV. Even there she was so considerate with everyone else, one of the reasons he was in love with her, because she always cared for everyone else, putting them before her, just how she did with Peter earlier, she really had such a warm beautiful heart, more than her physical appearance, her heart was the most beautiful thing about her.

Y/n was indeed sitting on the couch in the living room, her arms wrapped around her legs as she stared into the screen in front of her, completely unfazed by the outside world because she didn’t hear to his steps approaching. “Hey, Y/n..” he spoke as he walked closer to her, her eyes still fixated on the TV screen.

“Oh, hey Bucky!” she said with a smile, not taking her eyes off the show. It must be a pretty good one, Bucky thought.

“I just wanted to say that I think you’re really beautiful.. And I'm not only talking about your body or face, but your personality and soul! Don’t get me wrong though, you’ve got a really a gorgeous face and incredible body! Not that I stare at it everyday-well, I kinda do, but that’s not the point!” he was feeling all flustered already, his cheeks even more flushed than they were at noon, like if his face was on fire. “The point is.. that I think about you a lot, you know? You’re always so nice to everyone, always wanting to make sure everyone’s doing okay and letting them know you’re here for them whenever they might need someone, just like today with Peter! And any guy would be so lucky to have you in his life, cause I’ve known you for a while and you’ve brought nothing more than happiness to mine...” a smile slowly crept its way to his lips as he thought about all the times she would make him smile, even in the most desperate situations ever or when times were rough around the facility with the rest of the team, she would always be there for him.

“I’m sorry, Bucky...” that right there made his heart stop, his face slowly fell as he heard those dreaded words and what might follow them. “What were you saying? It was the last episode of the season, so I was really into it, I didn't quite catch what you were trying to say... I’m sorry...” she said with a apologetic smile on her lips, she paused the show as he stared at him, completely focused on what he had to say now.

Bucky let out a sigh of relief, that almost freaked him out. He wasn't ready for a rejection, he had in mind that it could be a possible response from her but he didn't want to really accept it. He just wanted her to know once and for all..

“Look. What I was trying to say it’s that...” he took deep breaths as she stared at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he was trying to say to her. “I like you. A lot, like a ‘crazy amount’ lot.” he chuckled nervously as he took a deep breath before continuing. “I.. I- think I'm in love with you.” he sincerely confessed to her, sitting down besides her as he took her hands in his, feeling the smoothness of her palms compared to his calloused ones. He heard her suck in a breath, clearly not expecting what he had just told her. “I’ve been trying to bury these feelings because, I was scared of what would happen if I ever told them out loud, scared of what you’d say or do.” he looked at her eyes, there was a small glint in them, a little spark he hadn’t seen before. “I just realized I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep it to myself cause life is short, and I have this second chance at living it the fullest, and I want to do that with you by my side. If you’d allow it, of course.” he explained, he wasn’t about to force her to do anything she wouldn’t like to do.

“Oh, Bucky. Just shut up and kiss me already.” she answered back with a smile that could lit up the whole city and without any second more to waste, their lips collided.

It felt like being embraced by the most warm blanket in a cold and snowy day, like their lips were meant to be together. His hands softly wrapped themselves around her waist, pulling her closer as he wanted to feel more of her warmness against his body, the grip on her waist tight, not wanting to let her go anytime soon as their lips played a beautiful ballad against each other, dancing to the oldest song there is.. love.

“It was beautiful.. all of what you said. It left me speechless..” she confessed, pulling away from his lips for a moment, her warm eyes looking up to his as her hands softly caressed his cheek, giving another ounce of warmth to his face. “What I want you to know it's that.. I feel the same way. I think I’ve always had. You make me feel different than anybody else has ever made me feel. Whenever I'm around you, I'm myself. No filters, just me. I was also afraid.. afraid to damage this friendship we have but I realized I do not want to live my life wondering ‘what if’.” she softly told him, a smile forming on her lips as she stared at him, lovingly.

He just felt like the luckiest person on earth, he had no exact words to explain how he felt, just that he loved it. He loved feeling like this.

“How about you introduce me to your show, huh? I bet it must be really interesting. That way I can cuddle you all night long, cause I'm not really planning on letting you free anytime soon to be honest.” he gave her a sheepishly smile as she nodded in agreement with him, she didn't want to be away from his arms either, so they accommodated themselves on the couch.

“Just with one condition..” she said to him.

“What condition?” he asked with a chuckled.

“That you kiss me every time I tell you to.”

“Oh, doll. Believe me, that won’t be a problem.” he smirked as he placed a tenderly kiss on her lips to start.

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sapphicomenn · 4 years

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WELCOME TO MY THOUGHTS WHILE REWATCHING THE MCU IN TIMELINE ORDER: THOR

it was a dark and stormy night when padme, an old man, and a beautiful nerd named darcy a find bright light in the sky with thunder and s giant tornado in it. AND CHRIS HEMSWORTH HOLY SHIT

STORYTELLING WITH ODIN ABOUT A FIGHT WITH ICE CREAM TROLLS. frosty the snow man is angry about it

GLOWY CUBE

agard. sounds like ass guard. baby thor and loki are adorable. story telling ended up being fairytail for children. WINGED HELMET

LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI

ah yes. the hammer named MILJinoNOR made in the heart of a star. ohshit walls got frosty. AMBUSH

“i swear, i swear, i sWEAR!” SHUSH IT AND GET TO FIGHTING. YALL GOT FROSTY BOYS INVADING ASS GUARD- oh fuck eye beam giant is OP.

thor is bloodthirsty, thats how you get the plot of the movie when you get turned mortal :/

loki is lovely i love him. he will never ever ever do anything wrong- oh hes starting drama between thor and frosty boys

WHOMST THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE??

“and who proved wrong that a young maiden could be one of the fiercesr warriors.” “i did” “true, but i supported you, sif.” JSHSKHSKSJSKSJSJ

HORSES ON THE GLITTER GLASS BRIDGE. this is all beautiful wtf i love asgard. HEIMDALL- thor stfu dont shut loki down ya fucker. yall are bullying loki and then get shocked he turns evil?

MAGIC SWORD IS THE KEY TO ALL THE REALMS. HAHA ROUND THINGY GO SPINNY SPINNY. heimdall tells em the bridge to frosty realm might fuck em over and leave em to die.

“we shouldnt be here.” MAYBE BRING THAT UP AT THE PLANNING BIT, NOT THE ‘WE’RE HERE LETS GO EXPLORE’ BIT. DEEP VOICE IS SMEXY AS FUCK

“You’re nothing but a boy. who came to prove hinself a man.”

“know your place. brother.” STOP BEING MEAN TO LOKI, THOR :(

HAMMER GO B O N K ON FROSTY BOYS SKSNSKSKSK

LOKIS MAGIC IS AMAZING YOU’RE DOING GREAT BBY- laughing during a sword fight because fuck every other emotion righ- OHSHIT NVM HE GOT IMPALED ON A SPIKE OF ICE

GIANT SNOW BEAST GO BRRRR. THUNDER ON THESE FROST COVERED ASSES- whY is he still laughing he got a spike through his chest what the hell dude you good?

HOLYSHIT THOR JUST CHUCKED MILNNOR THROUGH THE BEASTS FUCKING HEAD LIKE A KNIFE THROUGH BUTTER

ODIN TO SAVE THE DAY AND GET HIS CHILDS ASS OUT OF TROUBLE. thor started a fucking war because of this fightboner jesus christ this child. SHOUTING MATCHES

daddys angry with his child- thor is unworthy this, unworthy that. AND BANISHED TO EARTH LIKE A FUCKING LOSER SKSHSKSJSJ

and back to padme’s modern time wE GO

HA HE GOT MERKED BY A TAZER

DARCY YOU ADORABLE CHILD

“How dArE YOu aTtAcK tHE SoN oF oDIN😡😡😡” hes like an angry puppy

body in a photo?? pog info??? WHY HAS HE BEEN HIT BY A CAR TWICE ALREADY

STAN LEE

COULSON

THOR IS FUCKING RIPPED. meanwhile is ass guard. loki snitched for a good reason. but nOoOoO thors, friends, blame loki.WHY ARE THEY BLAMING LOKI FOR BRING IN THE FROSTY BOYS- oh shit he can controll the snow cube. backstory for loki? mayhaps?- HOLYSHIT HES A SMURF

“the casket wasnt the only thing you took from jotunheim that day, was it?” HES ONTO YOU ODIN. odin literally kidnapped- oh no nvm loki as a baby was left for dead. I WANNA HUG LOKI SO BAD HES IN EMOTINAL DISSTRESS :(

“because i-i-i’m the monster, parents tell their children about at night?” LOKI BABY EVERYTHINGS GONNA BE OKAY

holyshit loki’s breakdown killed odin wtf. my man collasped onto the staircase

“this drink. i like it.” “i know its gre-“ “ANOTHER! *SHATTERING GLASS*”

“myeu muh? whats a myeu muh?” DARCY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SKSHSKHSKS

man coulson thats a dick move to snatch up all of padmes shit- AND DARCYS IPOD???

loki do be looking snazzy on the throne👀 good for him. look at these fucker friends of thor tryna make him inbanish thor :/

BOOKS- on norse myth.? yeah norse myth

padme is sus of thor, and almost got em into a car crash. “god i hope you’re not crazy.” oh wait till you aee what happens

ODINS TAKING A NAP FOR THOUSNDS OF YEARS OR SUMSHIT

frigga is tryna convice loki they meant well. kinda hard too ngl. damn shield has beefed up security around this fucking hammer

oh shit electrical thunder is fucking with the shield tech once thor showed up. RAIN AND MAGIC HUMMING- thor is kicking shield’s ass- COULSON- who the fuck chooses a bow and arrow to shoot a target when they had sniper rifle- barton- HAWKEYE NVM BADASS ARROW GUY IS AMAZING

oh shit thor found miljjnor. mudfight but make it less smexy. epic momentt pogg.. its totally gonna fail him so fucking bad its gonna be funny

told you so.

now hes yelling at the sky like an insane person

AND got arrested :I

poor heimdall having to watch this all like a sad sitcom. OLDMAN STFU

“look its myeu-muh!” darcy needs to be protected at ALL COST. ohmygod they think thor is a solider from enemy lines aIshsksjskks

LOKIII- oh shit hes telling thor everything went wrong bc him and that a truce was- NVM LOKI IS TRYING THE HAMMER. YOU GOT IT LOKI

old man go save thors stupid ass. redeem yourself. bar talk is somehow wholesome. oh shit thors gotta dip outta town bc oldman said so. he didint listen to odin and ended up starting a war- OH CRAP LOKI DID LET THE FROSTY BOYS INTO ASGARD.

heimdall knows loki is causing trouble. good for loki. HA RHE OLDMAN GOT FUCKING WASTED BY THE BOOZE LIKE A COWARD.

padme is so awkward around thor. shes in looovvveee. awh thor snatched up her genius book from shield. YIGHDRISLE is such an amazing name for a tree filled with planets and worlds

DUDE DONT SHAME THE MAN FOR STRESS EATING

LOKI KNOWS HEIMDALL SNITCHED AND LET FUCKER FRIENDS THROUGH. HOLYSHIT THEY FOUND THOR SLJSOSJSKSKS

thor knows loki lied- heimdall knows loki let in the frosty boys, and is currently frozen soild by that blue cube thingy. AND NOW THE OP METAL LAZERBEAM BASTARD IS ON EARTH

OH GOD A SPEAR THROUGH THE THROAT MUST HURT LIKE A MF- SIF DONT DIE

LAZERBEAM STOP BLOWING UP BUILDINGS

dude things were getting blown up left and right but suddenly thor’s plot armor engaged and a car just flips over him and instead of going boom. standoff between lazerface and thor- whomst shall win? find out next week on: HOLYSHIT THE NORSE GODS EXIST

loki just watched thor try to give up his life and now lazerface is leav- FUCK NVM IT BITCH SLAPPED THOR SKSHSJSJSJSKKSKSJ. oH now it leaves

hammer go brrr soon? HAMMER GO BRRRRRR

PADME SAVE YOURSELF THOR JUST GOT POWERED THE FUCK UP

“oh my god” YOU JUST SAW A METAL MECH SHOOT A LAZER OUT ITS FACE AND FOUR PEOPLE IN VIKING ARMOR FIGHT. ARE YOU STILL SHOCKED???

LAZERFACE GO BOOM. THORS BACK BABYY

oh shit the frosty boys are on asgard- HEIMDALL NEEDS TO UNFREEZE AND WORK ITS MAGIC LIKE NOW

oh god the animation for some dead frosty boys got so noticable that was horrible.

TIME TO GO KICK LOKI’S ASS SKSKSJS- OHFUCK FRIGGA NOO. OHSHIT LOKI JUST MURDERED LAUGHY THE FROST KING.

lokis “ohshit thors back” face is amazing

loki hun what the fuck are you doing- stop tryna destory shit like a hero.

“I NEVER WANTED THE THRONE. I WANTED TO BE YOUR EQUAL!” my heart is torn :((

brothers fighting while a energy tree builds around him? sure why not. ohfuck loki got his ass handed to him- THOR WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE HAMMER ON HIM LIKE THAT SKSHSKSJSJSK

THOR WOKE ODIN UP BY VREAKING THE FUCKING RAINBOW BRIDGE

ODINS AWAKE AND SAVE EM AGAIN

IM CRYING LOKI JUST WANTED TO MAKE ODIN PROUD AND HE SHUT EM DOWN LIKE THAT. ODIN YOU FUCKING SUCK

awh this is making me sad i dont like this sad ending this sucks so much. loki deserved better then to die knowing odin hated him :(

heimdall is out of a job now that the bifrost is broken haha loser.

NEXT MOVIE: THE AVENGERS

ignore the misspells and the bad grammar its almost two AM by the time i finished watching and writing this up

#thor #thor movie #the mcu #marvel #marvel movies #marvel cinematic universe #LOKI WILL NEVER DO ANTHING WRONG #frosty boys #STOP BULLYING LOKI 2021 #artemis rants #PROTECT DARCY AT ALL COSTS #look its myeu-muh!#padme kissed thor #LOKI DESERVES BETTER THEN TO DIE KNOWING ODIN HATED HIM

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willowbird · 4 years

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Hi! How are you??? Congrats on 100 sweets!

For the prompt thingy can you write some Andrew and Kevin being best friends and shit (maybe Neil as well... idk) but yeah. please. Thank you<3

Oh! You want Kevin and Andrew going apple-picking and Andrew being his wingman? That’s what you said, right? Right? (also thank you thank you thank you!)

This one got a little bit long again, sorry friends. Rather read it on AO3? None of my formattings transferred over so if you want the full effect of how often I use italics (a lot, it’s a lot, like -- it’s excessive I’m sorry) then you might wanna click the link. Otherwise!! Enjoy :)

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The rusticly decorated archway had a worn sign that proclaimed 'Welcome to Sonny Acres Farm!' far too cheerfully. Andrew looked up at it in disdain and then landed his judgemental stare the reason he was here in the first place.

Kevin was too used to the glare to be affected by it. "It has good reviews," he explained, like that was anywhere close to being a valid excuse for dragging him out here. The sun was warm but the breeze was mild, the fresh scent of autumn leaves made just a bit sweeter by the hint of apples. It was ten in the morning, the world was quiet but alive, and Andrew was disgusted by how fucking beautiful it was.

"Right." Andrew didn't know why Kevin had wanted to come to this place so badly, but he was sure it had nothing to do with the reviews. First of all, why the fuck was he looking at reviews anyway? Why the fuck would anyone want to go apple picking of all things? When Andrew had asked these perfectly reasonable questions, Kevin had been annoyingly evasive.

'Are you coming or aren't you?' he'd snapped instead of giving a straight answer, already getting flustered. As if it weren't already glaringly obvious that he was hiding something. Which of course meant that Andrew had agreed to go, if only to see what the fuck this was really all about.

"So are we just going to stand here, or…?" Andrew raised a single eyebrow at his distressingly tall best friend, mostly because he knew how much it irritated him.

Since it looked like Kevin was still preparing himself for something, and Andrew was getting impatient, he only gave him a moment to respond before shrugging and striding forward. He passed under the sign and followed the path to the building closest to the parking lot they'd just come from, not bothering to look back and see if the Abominable Anxiety was following or not. The building revealed itself to be a shop, selling everything from Sonny Acres merch like t-shirts and tote bags to baskets of apples and just about every apple-themed product you could imagine. Apple sauce, apple butter, apple candy, apple pies. Apple soap, apple shampoo, apple lotion. Apple plates, apple dresses, apple earrings, apple apples.

(No, literally, there was a statue thing that was a large apple… made out of smaller apples.)

Also, four shelves of different kinds of apple candles. Andrew wasn't sure whether to be disturbed or impressed.

The bell on the door chimed behind him before he could make up his mind and he looked behind him to see Kevin entering. Andrew looked him dead in the eye and made a slow, simple gesture at the shop, keeping his expression deadpan.

Unaffected, because he was a bastard, Kevin dared to just roll his eyes and walked past Andrew without comment. He walked through the shop to the check-out counter at the back, looking around like some kind of lighthouse-wannabe giraffe man until he came to stand before it. He stood there awkwardly for a moment before knocking on the surface and clearing his throat.

"Uh… hello?"

Andrew continued to look around the shop, discovering a new apple-themed bit of nonsense with each scan of his eyes. His brain was beginning to hurt. He didn't look over at the desk through the shuffle of the clerk or whoever coming out at Kevin's call and didn't really register their greeting in return. He did snap his attention in that direction at Kevin's response though, which was a stammering, awkward, "Oh, hey… yeah. Hi. Apples."

Andrew watched with instant understanding as the veritable catastrophe played out before him. It was a fucking train wreck and Andrew had never been more glad to be at a place called Sonny Acres in his entire fucking life. Kevin hadn't stopped talking. It was like he couldn't, and it just kept getting so much worse which meant it kept getting so much better. Andrew thought about coming to his rescue, he really did.

"I mean, there are apples here. Of course there are apples. I mean, apples to pick. I came to pick your apples - oh God not YOUR apples! The apples that you grow at the farm. On the farm. On the farm. I promise I understand English grammar."

Oh Kevin. So that's why he's been unable to get a straight answer out of him earlier. There was absolutely nothing straight about this little trip to the apple orchard at all.

The not-straight answer in question was several inches shorter than Kevin but still too tall to be trusted. Additionally, he was wearing a sunny, affectionate smile like he did so often, the expression easy and comfortable on his face. There were even dimples in his light brown cheeks. Ridiculous. His hair was curly and bleached to a springy caramel except for the roots, and was held back with a headband that, yup, had apples on it. Objectively, Andrew could see why Kevin was being an absolute disaster over the man. Personally, he liked someone a little less sunshine and a little more lightning bolt. Or he would, if he did relationships, which he didn't. He didn't even think about them, and certainly not regarding the unfairly hot neighbor that lived across the hall from him and Kevin.

Andrew moved forward, jamming his focus back on the two morons in front of him rather than Idiot Who Shall Not Be Named.

Sonny Acres Sunshine laughed at Kevin's antics like he was being charming, his eyes dancing. Yeah, dancing. Sweet fuck. "You're a riot Kev."

"Yeah, Kev is hysterical," Andrew agreed breezily as he stepped up beside him, looking the other man up and down. "Aren't you Kev? A regular John Mulaney this guy. Hysterical." He slapped Kevin on the back harder than necessary and ignored the glare he got in return. The dumbass could thank him later.

Sonny Sunshine grinned at him. "You must be his roommate. Andrew, right? I'm Jeremy! He's talked a lot about you. I'm glad you guys came."

"Funny," Andrew deadpanned, studying his own fingernails, "he never mentioned you. Wonder why that is."

"So! Apples," Kevin cut in, apparently feeling pushy today. "Ah, we've never been apple picking or anything. Is there a way we should go about this?"

The process seemed fairly obvious to Andrew, but he let it go.

Jeremy grinned at Kevin, bright and enthusiastic. "I can walk you through it, no problem. You'd be surprised how many people have never been apple picking before."

Somehow Andrew doubted this, but - charitable soul that he was - he let that one go too.

"Really? Fall is supposed to be the time for it though, right?" Kevin attempting to chit-chat was one of the single most pathetic sights Andrew had ever had to witness. It took all his self control not to grimace.

Jeremy didn't seem to notice though. He just kept smiling, watching Kevin talk like -- oh.

Well then, Andrew's role here had just changed. Andrew could practically see the blue, purple, and pink hearts dancing around his roommates head. Idiot. Ah well, if they were going to do this, they may as well do this.

Andrew sighed heavily. "Maybe you could just come with us? Kevin owes me a home-made apple pie and I will not suffer subpar apples."

The look of annoyance Kevin shot him morphed quickly to gratitude the second he realized what Andrew was doing.

Jeremy was oblivious.

"Sure thing! It'd be my pleasure." Andrew didn't miss the way Jeremy looked directly at Kevin as he said that, because clearly neither of these idiots understood subtly. That was fine. It made his job easier. More amusing, too.

Jeremy asked them to give him a moment to recruit something called an 'Alvarez' to watch the shop for him then left them alone, disappearing into the back room.

As soon as he was gone, Andrew dropped a heavily judgemental stare on Kevin. This one had significantly more effect and Andrew was pretty enough to feel smug about that. He let the silence stretch until Kevin visibly strained with how hard he was trying not to squirm. Then and only then did he sigh and release him, granting a benevolent shrug as he strolled lazily around shop, trailing his fingers over the apple merchandise.

"So," he said, "Jeremy."

"What about him?" God, it was like he wasn't even trying. Andrew gave him a look and Kevin sighed. His shoulders sagged as he accepted defeat and Andrew basked in sweet victory.

"He's just perfect, alright? He's smart, and athletic, and adorable, and perfect, and sweet, and hilarious, and when he suggested I come see the orchard…" Kevin drifted off, like no other explanation was needed. For once, he was right.

"For the record, I fully expect an apple pie out of this." Andrew picked up an apple-shaped snow globe with an apple tree inside it that had miniature apples floating about in place of snow. He shook it and watched the apples spin and cloud around in a murder-red blur for a moment before he looked up at Kevin. "Also, you are buying the ice cream."

Kevin sighed but didn't argue. "What am I supposed to do? I've been out of the dating sphere for a while."

"Kevin you were never in the dating sphere." Kevin's 'dating' experience included mostly a lot of pining and one actual relationship with a girl who had gotten pissed at him for being abused by his shit family. Yeah. Andrew didn't tell Kevin what to do, but he could lay ground rules that the bitch wasn't permitted at their apartment. He also corrected Kevin every time he said her name by muttering 'Traitorous Bitch' until Kevin finally saw reason and broke up with her.

"You aren't being helpful." My, someone was whiny today.

Andrew set down the snow globe. "Want my advice?"

"Yes!"

"Offer to suck his cock."

"Andrew!" Kevin looked so scandalized one would think a nineteenth-century rake had just asked him to bare his ankles.

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Just be up-front with him, Kev. You like him, tell him. Be honest about what you want, ask him what he wants. Talk about it. Take it from there."

"What if I embarrass myself?!"

"Then you embarrass yourself." Andrew shrugged and scooped up an apple-shaped hackysack. He tossed it into the air a few times then grabbed another and tossed them back and forth. "What is the worst that could happen? Mr. Sunshine says 'no thanks'?"

Kevin scowled at him. "Yeah, and then refuses to ever even look at me again."

Andrew scooped up a third applesack (hackyapple?) and adjusted his rhythm before he landed his judgement back on Kevin. "If he never speaks to you again just for being honest with him then he isn't worth your time to begin with." He stared at Kevin for several revolutions of his pattern, the schick of the hackyapples hitting and leaving his palms the only sound in the shop.

Predictably, Kevin was the one to look away first. Andrew gave him a moment and added a fourth hackyapple to the pattern.

"I really like him…" Kevin finally said, his voice low.

"Clearly," Andrew agreed without sympathy. "Look, you have two choices here Day. You can do something about it, or you could do nothing about it, and let me tell you - pining is not a good look on you."

The overgrown ear of corn muttered something like "Speak for yourself" and then yelped as Andrew smoothly nailed him in the forehead with a hackyapple (those things had just the perfect heft to them).

"What was that?" Andrew asked nonchalantly, smoothly dropping into the three-pattern.

"I said, speak for your-- ow! Stop that!"

Andrew gave him an innocent look.

"Oh cool! You can juggle?" Jeremy's sunny voice cut in before Kevin could attempt to say something stupid again. Andrew looked over and abruptly dropped his hands to his sides, letting the applesacks hit the ground with soft whacks.

"Nope." Andrew shrugged, picking up the apple-globe again and shaking it as Kevin grumbled and scooped up the fallen hackyapples.

Jeremy chuckled like he'd just made a joke and lifted up three honest-to-fuck baskets with little gingham clothes lining the insides to protect the apples. One was red, one was green, and one was blue. Andrew sighed and held his hand out for one, the just stared at Jeremy when he was offered first the red, then the blue, before taking the green one that was rightfully his. "Kevin likes red," was all he said.

"Yeah?" Jeremy looked at Kevin and smiled as he offered him the red basket. "That's perfect then, blue is my favorite. At least of the baskets. I also like green," he volunteered, looking into Kevin's green eyes.

Sickening, this was truly sickening.

"Yeah, green," Kevin offered eloquently.

Andrew watched as Jeremy nudged the tall idiot and just barely managed not to shake his head in disdain. He did snort his amusement when he caught Kevin watching Jeremy's ass as the man led them out of the shop through a side door near the back by the desk. The door took them right out to a path that led directly into the orchard. Andrew gave Kevin a pointed shove and made a meaningful gesture for him to catch up with the object of his affection. Kevin scowled at him, but did as instructed because he knew Andrew was right. Because Andrew was always right.

As it turned out, apple picking wasn't as terrible as Andrew had thought it would be. Getting to watch his best friend trip over himself on a constant loop served to be excellent entertainment for the day. He also got to covertly vet this guy that Kevin was so stupid over and as far as he could tell, Jeremy Knox was exactly what he appeared to be. He laughed at Kevin's terrible attempts at humor, was actually able to keep up with him when the conversation turned to the misrepresentation of American History in public schools, and Andrew counted at least thirty-seven times over the course of their little apple picking extravaganza where Jeremy found an excuse to touch Kevin. They weren't invasive touches, nothing gross or grabby or anything, but they were telling. Jeremy was always adjusting the basket he was holding or touching his arm or his hand or picking a leaf out of his hair or -- well, yeah. It was gross.

For his part, Andrew hung back and let the two idiots moon over each other, occasionally joining the conversation whenever Kevin shot him desperate looks or the topic deserved his input.

By the time they were done, Andrew was half-expecting an invitation to the nuptials.

"Hey, this was really great. I'm glad you decided to come by," Jeremy said as he packed their apples into white paper back with smiling little apple-people on them. "Both of you, of course," he amended unconvincingly with only a small glance to Andrew before giving his undivided attention to Kevin again.

"Of course. Yeah! This was amazing. With the apples. And you." Dear Jesus.

Andrew gave Kevin a swift kick to the shin and just stared at him when the man winces and glared down at him. He tried to laser the instruction 'Ask him out you nimrod' directly into his stupid brain and it must have worked because when Kevin finished his silent hissy fit he turned to Jeremy with an apologetic smile and said, "We should do this again."

Andrew kicked him again, because that wasn't good enough.

"I mean! Without the apples. Not that I don't like apples, Andrew ow! Cut it the fuck out!"

Andrew heaved a sigh and threw up his hands, turning to go find those hackyapples. You try to help a guy…

Jeremy was chuckling by the time Kevin turned back to him. Andrew watched out of the corner of his eye as the cheerful orchard-tender placed a hand over Kevin's on the counter. He couldn't see Kevin's face from the angle he was at but he was sure it was as red as some of those fucking apples they'd picked.

"I'd really like that," Jeremy said more quietly.

"M-me too," stammered Kevin with the utmost class.

Pleased with himself, Andrew scooped up a handful of the hackyapples and made his way back to the counter to purchase them. Because he was feeling charitable, he said nothing about the dopey-ass grin on Kevin's face as they gathered up their apples and left. He didn't even comment on the way the dumbass was legitimately humming when they got into the car -- because he was a supportive and generous friend.

That generosity lasted all the way back home. They were just getting to their apartment and Andrew was holding both bags of apples so Kevin could unlock the door when Kevin suddenly stopped and looked down the hall toward the stairs they'd just climbed. Then he lifted his hand in a wave and said, "Oh, hey Neil."

Shit shit shit shit shit!

Andrew glared at the back of Kevin's head, willing him to open the goddamn fucking door.

"Kevin, hey. Andrew? What've you got?" Unable to ignore him now that he'd been directly addressed, Andrew turned slowly and stared blankly as Neil-fucking-Josten came to stand right in front of him. He was wearing a lightly curious smile on his stupid face, one that pulled up on just the one side of his mouth and revealed just the shadow of what might be a dimple if the infuriating man were to smile any deeper. What was even more offensive was the way his eyes reflected the light so that they looked like a celestial sea, stars within stars staring back at him, tempting him with all the things he didn't want to want.

Not only that, but Neil must be just coming back from a run because he was lightly flushed and the pink that clung to his cheeks, throat, and ears made Andrew’s brain do a thing resembling an old-fashioned VCR when you attempted to rewind a tape while it was still playing -- streaks of static breaking up what should be comprehensible. His wild auburn curls were pulled back with a garishly orange bandana but that only meant there was nothing in the way of his eyes.

His eyes...

He must have been silent for too long because Neil peered into the bags he was holding. “Oh, hey -- apples.” That curious little smile softened and spread slightly as he looked up at him again.

Andrew said, “Apples.”

“I love apples,” Neil said.

Andrew said, “Apples.” Because he was that fucking smooth.

Kevin coughed behind him and Andrew tore his gaze away from Neil’s stupidly pretty face, glaring down into the bags of apples.

“You should take some,” Kevin offered. “We have more than we need. I’m going to look up how to make an apple pie later too, if you want any.”

“Really? Thanks.” Neil flashed a cheeky grin at Kevin then looked to Andrew. “Can I?”

Andrew said, “Apples.” This time though, he also nodded and attempted to angle the bags so that Neil could reach in a pick out a few. He was sure the other man could hear the way his heart was playing his ribcage like a xylophone as he leaned in so damn fucking close to examine the apples that Andrew could see how criminally long his eyelashes were. Then he was pulling away with his prize, three smallish apples and one large one.

He held them up and nodded. “Thanks for the apples. See you later for the game, Kevin?”

Andrew nodded mutely and Kevin grunted an affirmative, and then Neil was gone, vanishing into the apartment across the hall. Andrew stared at the closed door for a moment then turned toward their own apartment. Kevin was standing there with a smug look on his fucking face.

“Apples,” Kevin said conversationally.

“Shut the fuck up Kevin.” Kevin was still cackling when the door shut behind them. Fucking bastard.

#asks #anon #100 followers #kevin day #andrew minyard #aftg #aftg fic #ao3 link #andrew and kevin are best friends #i had like 20 different ideas for this #but I went with this one because i also wanted kevin to go on a date?#andrew makes a good wingman #andrew can juggle!#i don't know why i made him juggle but he just can #hackyapples #its a thing #hashtag hackyapples

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r41nbowrumpusp4rty · 4 years

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this is not what yall signed up 4 when u made the mistake of following my blog, but i wanna talk bout some ideas i had about a new toy line so imma ramble into the internet void.

I like to keep up with toy lines that come out and in that vein i also like to trash talk blindboxes when theyre done wrong and praise them when done right. In an ideal world you could buy just one blind box and have fun with what you get, and minimal waste. theres also the want to be happy with what u get even if it wasent the ONE you wanted, I usually see this done best with quality in the product and every character being well designed. i once saw a doll line that had poofy scented hair and you could see what color hair u get through the packaging, which makes a ton of sense to me cus to a child the hair color on a hair centric doll is the most important thing.

all of this was context to talk about a new toy line ive been following where u unwind a ball of different yarns to find a cute plush animal and all the stuff u need to make a buncha crafts. now i can talk about what i think would be cool in the next series of this toy line,

1 i think it would be rad if the box it came in looked like a lil house and the window u see the yarn ball through looked like the window of the house.

2 I think the outer most yarn on the ball should indicate something about the pet, a lot of blindboxes will split their characters into themes like "fairy tale" or "desserts" and i think having a yarn color scheme for each theme would help in making sure that u get something u like. another idea in this vein would be having the box house from idea one have something on it to indicate what kinda animal u r getting like a horse box would look like a stable or a dog house has a dog bone outside.

3 they should switch up some of the crafts, rn we got pom poms, frienship bracelets, a pet collar and a bed. their social media also shows different methods to do each craft which is cool. I think some crafts they could have in the future are things like fingerknitting (maybe starting with a pet scarf and working up to sewing the scarves together into a blanket for your pet), sewing together a lil bag so u can take ur pet on adventures, if they dont make the box a cute reusable house they could make a cut out loom or a box weaving project where you cut slits n the box an weave the yarn to make it look like a basket. i also like the idea of making pet clothes and stuff too. maybe they could include a lil knitting spool in the center instead of the pom pom maker. another tool that could go in the middle is a friendship bracelet circle loom thingy and in the mold of these things they could make it look like a dinner table or somethin. it seems like theyre aiming the base craft at a younger audience and using the online videos to show more complex ways of doing it, which is good but kids are smarter than a lot of people give em credit for, they can do a lot more kinds of crafts. last note on this, the fluffy most "yarn" on the outside works great for pet bed stuffing but if theres no pet bed project you could change that outermost yarn to a bulky fuffy kind for finger knitting.

4 they outghta think through the yarn colors more, more different colors in each ball so each of ur diys look different, but also having the colors make sense for the pet (which is why splitting the pets into themed groups would be a good idea(another thought is to have one of each animal per theme)) and any charms they include could be better matched to the pet

5 how are there not any traditional yarn pets (sheep alpaca rabbit ect) ?! i know all the yarn is acrylic but it would be so cute. on the instructions there should be a "fluff your pet out" step on the instructions (just write it cuter like "give your new pal a few pats to smooth them out" or something) its not vital but i think it would add something nice.

6 the lil charms for friendship bracelet (if they redid that craft) would be cooler if they were a bit more pet accessory esq, like it could be a charm but it also is a comb (blunt and wide tooth to keep the yarn hair nice) or a pet toy charm like a little mouse or a

7 the youtube should expand to more accessible crafts 4 kids, i remember being a youngin and wanting to do crafts from a book but lacking all the supplies, with this u r only missing sisscors and you can take the knowledge from these crafts and use whatever yarn u want for them and re do most of them missing clips or charms. They could show how to knit with pencils or maybe even show some papercrafts like a simple origami drawer to hold your pets belongings.

final thoughts (if you made it this low i commend your fortitude though my poor grammar) I like this toy line and can see how it could be a toy that a child gets and treasures for many years, i also like the different ways to do each craft. I hope that this toy line dosent end up one of the more "collect them all!" types cuz while that might work well for the instagram moms with youtube channels where they get paid to review toys it dosent work as well for the kid whose been saving up their pocket money and wants to get something that they will have a ton of fun with.

just in case anyone up in the raveltales office sees this, i promise i can be more coherent, and i do have more nifty ideas ;)

#raveltales #taggin it just in case lol #mine

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polzkadotz · 4 years

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Asas reread their fics - ftayc - part 4

And we’re back to rereading this fic!!!! last chapter i reread was the 7k monster of chapter 3, and this one... oh. Oh, this is also 7k?

wowie

if you want a spoiler to interest you, here we go lmao

we begin with this author’s note bc I don’t think I ever really talked about it here on my tumblr???

It was sort of my first time being recommended, really. I had noticed that my hit count had gone up substantially and I couldn’t understand it, but it was nice??? and then i found the post on the library and I was like Oh. I See.

Whoever it was that recommended me, thank you. Seriously.

But enough mushy-wushy, let’s tackle this giant.

We begin with this exchange, which...

I was trying to be funny and this still makes me smile so at least I amuse myself lmao

Neil needs to free himself of the plot device I pulled out of nowhere and he taps into his reserves of power that he has hid away for, basically, forever. One thing that I wish I had made more clear, which was basically the vitriol going through my mind as I wrote this fic, was that Neil had been cutting himself of his powers and how powerful he was for a fucking long time because

1) he bought into his mom’s reasoning that his father was simply Not Someone They Could Face and Win

2) he had made himself fit into a mold that would “make him survive” but, by doing so, he basically chained himself to a fraction of the three-dimensional person he used to be, which made meeting Jean and finding out that he had become a pet god for a human even worse because Neil could see all the ways they were similar but Neil had been doing that shit to himself voluntarily.

Originally, when I thought about making Neil a god in this fic, I did think about modeling him out of an existing god but also, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to make him be someone who was struggling with letting himself be what he was with his full-potential. Someone who had been cutting himself back for so long he had basically lost whatever sense of personhood he used to have. Someone who had started to get tired of cutting parts of himself and forgetting what he used to be so he would survive for--

What? Survive for what? Neil eventually realized he hadn’t been a person for too long and as long as his father was alive, he would never feel safe to be.

Now that I think about it, Neil was very much me working through my own shit about trying to live as myself at the same time that I had different versions of past me struggling with the person I was becoming. The person I wanted to be.

Anyway, back to the story.

There’s a throwaway paragraph where I sort of tease that Andrew’s dragon is becoming "hungry” and it was basically me trying very hard to foreshadow that the priest thing was going to happen lmao

After battling for two paragraphs against the thought of creating a new priest, Neil gets them back on track to go as far away as its possible for both dragons flying.

Nicky tries to get Neil to talk about the god thing, and I like how I made it clear that even being reminded that he had been a god was something conflicting to Neil.

And then we get to the part where Neil suddenly remembers that he has a lot more money than what he had previously said in the first few chapters, but who cares about plot consistency, am I right? Does it show that this fic was edited hastily? Because I can guarantee that it was :3

They stop in Mumbai, I think (the place is not important for past Asas and honestly... can’t say that’s changed lol). Nicky tries to get Neil to talk more about being immortal and stuff. Neil gives a bit of backstory, as a treat, and Kevin reveals what he knows, as a threat I guess lmao

I kind of imply that Neil only had one priest, which... I remember is not what I put in the sequel.............. so I do recommend you reread your fics before writing a new piece, wink-wink

OH MY GOD I MADE NICKY ASK WHY NEIL’S ENGLISH “WASN’T WEIRD” AND THEN I REPLIED WITH A SENTENCE THAT WAS BASICALLY STRUCTURED WITH PORTUGUESE GRAMMAR AND SOUNDS VERY WRONG IN ENGLISH

Asas... my god, Asas.

Anyway, after a lot of questioning, they eventually go to sleep and, when Neil wakes up from a nightmare, he has his daily fairy tale dose from Andrew, who’s also awake. I gotta be honest, I don’t even remember that fairy tale but it explains the Aaron, Andrew and Tilda.

After everybody wakes up from their naps, they go to their last destination: Tokyo.

Wait lemme check:

when did they leave Mumbai in my story?

when did they reach Tokyo?

yeah, that math totally checks out.

Whatever. As they arrive in Tokyo, Neil splurges even more money on a hotel for the whole crew, even though they had been pretty not nice to him as a whole lmao. But! The boy believed he was going to die, so what was he going to do with all that money?

Nothing, so he programmed an email to be sent to Andrew with the info for some of his bank accounts and fucked off to try and find what his mother had stolen.

Neil gets on a ferry that will take six hours to reach the island where is the volcano that his mother had made him hide his father’s immortality. Neil got nekkid because he wanted to have clothes when he got out of the volcano, you know?

(Also, yes, I’m gonna ignore the other time inconsistency from his travel inside Japan, I was very much pressured by the whole “got recommended on the library” okay, you can judge me through those lenses)

Unfortunately, for him, he wasn’t alone when he finally climbed out of the volcano.

Fortunately for him, this Ichirou Moriyama doesn’t want his father, who is very much interested in becoming immortal, to actually become immortal. Neil explains the whole immortality thingy (I found some typos and honestly? I shan’t fix them. It adds character) and Ichirou subtly kicks Neil’s clothes closer to him, which... I get it, my guy. It’s kind of difficult to have an intimidating conversation when someone’s bits are out and about.

As they are trying to hash out their problem -- as in, Neil’s father told them that Neil’s immortality would be viable to cure Kengo --, Andrew appears blowing his ball of flames onto both of them, and Neil uses his powers to create a pocket that repels the fire, so it doesn’t touch him or Ichirou.

(Why didn’t he use those powers on his clothes, as well? Dunno, don’t poke at my plot too much or it will definitely crumble right into your face, you’re gonna inhale too much dust and die from fandom toxicity, AND THAT’S NO WAY TO REACH A GOOD DEATH)

btw:

Neil, my dude. The dragon thought you were in danger? Chill out???

Neil rages for a few seconds but quickly turns that into a situation to ask Moriyama for his protection against his father, since Neil just technically saved his life.

Oh, and if you think “Uhhh, why would Neil even believe that Ichirou would keep his word?”

Don’t worry, I gotchu:

Ichirou agrees with the deal, for plot reasons. Since he got a deal out of it kind of easily, Neil thinks, “Wait a minute. If I give my father’s immortality to this Moriyama, literally passing the hot potato around, then the Moriyamas won’t be after me for an immortality, my father probably won’t be immortal and come after me as the death machine he used to be and I might be able to use it to free a certain god????”

So Neil uses his father’s immortality to bargain for Jean’s freedom, and he doesn’t wait for Moriyama’s response for that one. He simply hops onto dragon!Andrew’s back and they fly away into the... sunset? Sunrise? Don’t ask me, I clearly can’t keep track of the time passage in my fics.

And this is the end of the chapter!

Let me say something that I hope will be quick: this chapter felt much better written to me then the other three. It’s shaky in places, definitely, and it could’ve gone through a more severe round of editing, but I can certainly feel the positive outcomes of the pressure I felt after my work got a shout-out. This fic had been pretty much geared towards myself, so writing about the world-building wasn’t my focus at all in the other three chapters. In this one, I try to at least explain some concepts I came up with which???? Go me??????

I still wish I had taken the time to work on this entire fic to make it as close to what I had in my head, but in a comprehensive form for the attention that it got, you know? I mean, from the ashes you crawl is still my most everything -- most kudos, hits, comments, bookmarks... It deserved so much better but also... I like that it feels rough? I like that it can clearly help to contrast the growth of my style or whatever?

It was written after a long, long writer’s block, and it only got edited and posted because I decided to participate in an event for a different fandom and it got me excited about writing again.

Anyway, I’ve talked too much. Here’s to hoping I can contain myself in the next posts lmao

#rereading #fic: from the ashes you crawl #fic: ftayc #dragon!andrew #dragon!andrew minyard #god!neil #asas reread their fics #god!neil josten #all for the game #all for the game fic #aftg fics #andrew minyard #neil josten #my fics #tfc fics #my writing

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whats-the-story-tc · 5 years

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24th of January, 2020

"The One with the Uproar"

You guys are NOT ready for this.

On my way to school in the morning, I met Bandana Friend, as we live quite close to each other, and thus, we walked in together. On our way up the stairs, I looked at her and asked "Ya know who's supervising this morning?" Once she realised, she gave me this impressed look and said "V is so sweet." "I love her." I replied. And immediately, as we look up, guess who's standing at the top of the stairs. Poor thing looks like she hasn't slept in a week, so I promptly greet her with my biggest smile. Little did I fucking know.

Things with my foreign English teacher got intense. Our whole English group was very frustrated and ready to speak to the headmaster, all 15 of us there today. We spoke the whole lesson through. The moment the teacher said I'd put the new bloke who'd be coming in to shame with my English, I started crying, and she hugged me, telling me she refuses to say farewell to us just yet.

We stormed up from class when it ended, all of us as one. I'm still crying, and shaking from anger as I got myself quite riled up. Homeroom teacher enters stage left, sees me crying, I get what is probably my fifth hug in ten minutes. But when we try to speak to the headmaster, we get informed he's "off grounds", and nobody knows when he'll be back. We get out, down the first flight of stairs and find ourselves face-to-face with none other than V. About five or six of us are venting to her all at the same time, all the while she's trying to remain professional and calm not to rile us up even more.

About five minutes later, when the headmaster arrives, we still don't get in immediately, and I feel completely at my wits' end. Every teacher who knows me and saw me then got a little scared, as I'm not usually one to cry in public, only when absolutely necessary. And out comes V, right over to me when she sees me. She strokes my arm, and tells me to feel free to cry, but I didn't. Not completely. I really didn't want her to see me like that, to look at me with her concerned eyes. (Did I mention she was wearing golden eye makeup today? Gosh, what a stunner.) But here we were. Me staring at her little coffee mug necklace and trying not to break into even smaller pieces.

Didn't work much. After the meeting, I wept through the fifteen minutes-ish of Music class we were actually in for, and sat down in the corridor on a seat-thingie alone to clear my head a little. And I definitely did not deliberately chose to sit nearest to the classroom I knew V would be in. Who, me? Never.

Out she comes half a minute later, and bends down to me, to make sure I look at her, hands on both my arms. I don't actually remember what she said to me, even though I remember she spoke, as it's mostly a blur, but I do know I did look up at her, as she was smiling this tiny little comfort smile. Then, a couple seconds later, that felt like an eternity, I stood up from my seat to be at eye level with her— mostly. She's taller than me by a bit. And then. Oh, then.

I don't actually remember which one of us moved first, but, in the most Hollywood way possible, I hid my face into her shoulder and sobbed into her shoulder, my fingers actually curling into her back a little, holding her like my life depended on it. And you guys... she held me so tight. Her hands were around my waist first, just generally holding me as if to say 'It's gonna be okay soon', as she was silent the whole hug through. Then she started stroking my back slowly and all I could think was 'I have never got such a good hug in my whole damn life.'

She let me sob as long as I liked, with complete disregard to the fact that I was robbing her of her lunchtime. When I pulled back, she told me not to "fall on my sword" and that nothing was certain just yet. And, after I assured her that's just how it would be and she walked off, I spent the next five minutes telling all my friends what happened. Plus, when she walked past the room we were in on her way back to class just next door, she made sure to look inside as she passed.

Jesus Christ, you guys. I'm absolutely in awe of all the kindness in this woman's soul, I really am. I'm fortunate enough to say that I got a lot of affection and a lot of hugs in my life, but... never once have I needed one this much. I never imagined our first hug would happen like this. That it would happen so soon. But you know what? It was perfect. Absolutely, one hundred percent perfect, and just so fitting. All these times I've cried about her, more than anyone else I've ever loved and here is where it lead me. Right into her arms.

English class with V afterwards was quite the chaos. We vented all of our problems to her, and she listened, trying to be professional and diplomatic with all of her answers not to get us worked up, seeing we've mostly calmed down a little. The poor woman even tried to teach, but seeing she would get nowhere with it, she told us that we can spend the rest of class talking if we agreed to do Grammar in next week's double lesson. And we're smart kids, so naturally, we did. After that, most of class was chaos and lots, lots of laughter. V kept roasting my classmates, spoke about how messy her own class used to be and that she likes us. Aand, though she didn't say an exact date, we got it out of her which month her birthday is in and what her star sign is. I laughed so much in class that my cheeks hurt a lot, and I honestly don't remember the last time that happened. V was all smiles, too, and at one point, she asked me "Specs, doesn't this feel better than crying?" Her wording made the situation a bit awkward, especially considering everyone went quiet, but I refused to be thrown off by it, because now I actually did know how she meant it! It was supposed to be a 'see, you can still laugh, cheer up' kind of thing, and from what I saw on her face, that really is what was behind the words. At one point, a little later, I turned to her and said "You were right, definitely better than crying."

After class, I told her I hope I didn't scare her a lot earlier, and she just said no, although she didn't think this thing would cause such an uproar. She also told me that when she cries, she mostly does it out of frustration instead of sadness. (I kinda figured that out because of earlier.) Then I thanked her for listening to me, instead of saying sorry, and she just smiled and said "Oh, come on." When we later met in the corridor, we did our usual thing. Our eyes met, she raised an eyebrow with a smirk, I nodded. Back on track.

Bandana Friend and I had another meeting with the headmaster after V's class, and you know what? It worked! The crying and the anger and the frustration wasn't for nothing, and it was such a good feeling. As Bandana Friend and I hugged it out outside, V was already standing beside us the moment we parted, in her little yellow fox sweater she wasn't wearing until then. (And of course she was the first to come. Her chair faces the door. Gossip girl.) When we told her we did it, she reacted very professionally, as expected, but I saw the pride in that smile and those eyes. Plus, she clapped me on the shoulder. Bless.

Once we've told everyone in our class and the other class in our year what happened, and we were sitting and chatting outside the gym, Bandana Friend just told me "And V hugged you." I actually jumped to my feet and ran a little lap, because that's when it sunk in. V hugged me. Or I hugged her. I don't care! We hugged! I still can't believe it!!

It's midnight here. The hug was approximately 13-ish (but at least 12) hours ago. Half a day. Yet I still can't believe this actually happened. It doesn't feel real. While I was writing this, Bandana Friend even texted me that she was jealous. Good Lord... this is the best thing that has happened to me in a while.

I don't have school on Monday, as the teachers have a board meeting, so I don't know if I'll make a post. Maybe I'll write about an old story. Who knows. We'll see. Until then, take care! Love you guys lots!

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

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minchiutau · 5 years

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QUARTET NIGHT LIVE FLY TO THE FUTURE 2018 Report (Day 1&2)

Most details are from 1st day because we usually can’t see 1st day performances except for MC in DVD/BD anyway so i tried to focus on writing details of performance from 1st day more than 2nd (tho in term of perf there weren’t many differences) It contains most of the MCs and my thoughts about it!

Warning: Both reports and translations of the dialogue ARE not 100% accurate. It’s based on what i and my friend remembered and took notes of. The post is extremely long! And i spent tons of time typing this so there might be a lot of grammar and typing errors. I’d be happy if you would overlook all of my mistakes here!

Edit: Let me apologize for the extreme delay.. I actually had this finished a week after it happened, and i was probably super tired when i finished it. I’m not sure how that happened, but apparently i didn’t post it and this had been sitting on my drafts for six months because i went on a hiatus afterwards.... I realized it after opening tumblr a day ago. I was super sad because it was so long and i spent tons of time writing it.. if possible i don’t want to delete it so here it is!

Opening lines by QN members

Opening VTR, there isn't anything like last QN live but it was visual picture slideshow of previous live and it shows how QN has been around since 2012~now. QUARTET★NIGHT instrumental was playing on the background.

Followed with clock'tick tock sound, bell rang and the main stage monitor was split into two and QN appeared with gold stage outfit and big clock on the background! Tattsun and Morikubo had similar hairstyle to the previous live with minor change (styling?) while maenu had brown hair tied like in 6th live melting of snow performance and shoutan with ai's hairstyle+hair color (bleached in some parts, not entirely but it looks really nice!)

1. THE WORLD IS MINE I actually guessed this would be the first song and i was right! It started with really pretty acapella ;;_;; THEIR HARMONIES WERE PERFECT IT WAS LEGENDARY like it was probably one of the best harmonization i've heard in my life (if previous live wasn't enough) I kinda forgot what happened during this performance because i was too amazed by how good they sang tbh. Pretty sure people know how good QN harmonize, but this one was especially good! If i remembered it right, there were some dance moves! The audience also sang "The world is mine!" part in the bridge, it was fun! I literally cried the moment they appeared i can’t remember much AHAHA //sweats

2.Poison KISS As soon as the intro started people around me went crazy with their screams xD It's more or less similar to what we've seen in previous lives. Do they have any tradition bc they always sing this song since 3rd live xD Except of course, they were dancing a lot more now and this song is actually one of the good example of their improvements! This song is still as hyped as always. They walked from the main stage to the front stage and during that they also did some poses and fanservices

MC (or not really since they were talking in character voice the whole time? kinda like opening serifu) Maenu: *Camus butler mode* Welcome to "QUARTET NIGHT LIVE FLY TO THE FUTURE" ladies and gentlemen. I'm Camus and let us enjoy tonight together. *Camus usual mode change* Or did you really think i'd say that, you peasant?! Be sure to follow us to the end. (In 2nd day camus didn't say the peasant thingy tho idk why) Shoutan: I'm Mikaze Ai. I'll make it a fun and dokidoki live until the end! *throw kiss* Tattsun: It's Kurosaki Ranmaru! It's finally our rocking time! Let's enjoy it till the end! Morikubo: Rei-chan’s the one left here~! My girl and my boy!! It's okay for Rei-chan to start first, right~?! and it went right to the next song

3. On Your Mark! I personally thought that this song sounds hard to sing (maybe bc of the key progression??) but Morikubo did great! His singing was super stable and consistent, as usual. He danced A LOT more on this one! Probably the most i've seen from reiji's solo so far! And he did super great! ;; It’s similar to the perf he had in 6th live except i think he did even better this time!! He must've worked really hard! He forgot a bit of his part in 1st day xD but he recovered right after!

4. Futari no Monogram I HAD FEELING THIS WOULD COME bc it was the only ai's solo shoutan didn't sing in QN 1st solo con.. and I definitely saw improvements! He was dancing (almost) all of the time and but he sounded A LOT more stable than 5th live (and i think 5th live was already great) it looked so easy for him xD But all in one it's similar to the one we've seen previously, except i think there were some additional moves? (Edit: many parts are entirely different too) In the end shoutan also said "Da~isuki" like 5th live, except it was in a bit more playful tone (kinda teasing tone?) Overall i think he did even better than 5th live! He also did some fanservices and i personally like the part where he fixed his silver gloves.

5. Saintly Territory Maenu appeared with his (this time a bit thin?) white mantle and did the dance like in previous live! Same with shoutan, i think he improved a lot with his singing stability and this time it sounded extremely stable and he looks a lot more relaxed with his dancing too!;; I really love how they keep on improving even tho they were already that good to begin with. He came to from main stage to front stage and suddenly he appeared with camus' stick from halfway and danced with it! xD He danced a lot! I’m not sure if it’s in this song or not but if i remember it right on first day, he also gave us a fanservice of him smirking in front of the camera and people went crazy over it (i mean, me too AHAHA)

6. BE PROUD Remember how legendary 6th live performance of this song was? Yeah, this time it was equally amazing. He appeared with stand-mic and it was a straightforward+simple performance, yet his singing was really amazing i kinda stopped swinging penlight.. The adlib on the bridge was really powerful and it just hit me hard i almost teared up ;; On last reff he went down on his knees and made really pained expression ;; in general he had pained expression on his face and it made me emotional.. also the trademark super-long notes in the end was also there, it was just amazing! I got chills. Personally i like last reff "hoeru shika naku (I have no other choice but to howl)" because he sounded like he was actually howling. BUT SERIOUSLY it was extremely emotional, both days were powerful and all in one it’s just simply amazing. Fight me you don’t like Ranmaru and tattsun after you listen to this performance AHAHA

The screen suddenly said "Acoustic corner, Reiji Camus", Morikubo and Maenu appeared with long sleeves shirt. Morikubo (reiji's) was black (with stage-like vest?) and maenu was white (with blue tie).They greeted the hall and live-viewing audience. Maenu wore camus' glasses. They said they were doing something new, which was acoustic corner! The band (?) was preparing on their back while they were doing the MC. Chairs were also prepared for them and they talked while sitting on it, also telling the audience to sit throughout acoustic performance.

Day 1 They talked about there weren't many chances to have only the two of them on MC and how rehearsal have passed in a blink of eye. It seemed like they were doing it under a lot of pressure (considering last live extreme high quality i'm not surprised tbh lol) Maenu: "It's hard to gather all of us together on the rehearsal" Morikubo: "We only managed to get all together once (?!) on the rehearsal. We sometimes did it with three of us present and for some reasons most of the time one of us couldn't be present." (audience sounded surprised! Me too, they performed really good together i just didn't expect it) Maenu: "I started rehearsal mainly from September. Though of course, i received choreography videos beforehand." Morikubo: "The red person started really early, didn't he?" (audience laughed) Maenu: "He always got to start rehearsal really early every live" Morikubo: "He always got to start really early i couldn't help but thinking "Eh?! He started already?!" when i heard it." Maenu: "And he'd contact us with "I started with it!" first everytime" After that they were talking about the live and how it started with a new song! Apparently they were practicing it it a lot to the point that they saw it on their dreams lol Morikubo danced a bit (?) of the choreo with his hand, pointed at Maenu and said he often did those moves (practicing the move, the usual maenu’s greatness; not sure but i think it was killer kiss moves?) xD They talked about how it was the first time for the four of them to perform an acoustic corner on utapri live and that the live was fun. Morikubo: "I always receive the choreography video from the dance teacher first and i got to voice my opinion first if the dance was too hard or if it needs to be changed into easier moves. If i'm okay with it then the three of them will follow. (Because he's the oldest) Until now if some parts were too hard i'd say so and got scolded by certain someone (Tattsun LOL). But this time, after receiving it I said nothing about it and did it the way it's supposed to be." (Audience cheers) Maenu: "The choreography was really hard, wasn't it?" Morikubo: "Neverthless, our duty this time is to follow after Quartet Night. If the four of them are supposed to do it that way, then we will do our best to follow after them. We did our best without making excuses." (Audience cheers) Morikubo: "Up till now, there are a lot of idol groups existing right? They dance and sing." Maenu: "They do." Morikubo: "But look at us, we're dancing, singing AND harmonizing. Isn't that rare to be found?" Maenu: "It's rare indeed!" Morikubo: "We're dancing, singing AND harmonizing! (2nd time xD)" (Audience cheers) Morikubo: "If the four of them aim for even higher level, we'll also aim for it and chase after them(characters)!" After that they called for the acoustic band members. They also talked about Maenu's Camus glasses and apparently, Maenu being the biggest Camus fan he is, got the glasses by himself xD (If i remember right it got sold out really fast so i think he meant he put tons of effort to get it)

Day 2 They talked about how they’re doing it on Kobe this time. Up till now utapri live (or most events actually) was held in kanto region/near tokyo but this time the live was held in kansai region (Psst as someone who lives in kansai i’m extremely happy) They greeted people at live-viewing. Maenu: *to the camera* “Can you see us here?” Morikubo: “Live-viewiiiing!” Some of the audiences in the hall went “Fuuu~↑” even tho they were calling for the live-viewing LOL Maenu: “*a bit puzzled* O--oh I could hear their voices, i heard the Fuuu~“ xD From this point they’ll keep on doing this few times if someone let out voices when they were calling for people in live-viewing LOL There was also a small accident of the staffs bringing wrong water-bottle for Maenu (it was tatsu’s) xD They talked about how the penlight color change was automatically controlled by the staffs (like the one on previous live) Morikubo: “I thought it was amazing!” Maenu: “At first i thought ‘they changed the color so quickly!!’ but it seems like that was not the case” xD Morikubo: “Ah, but it’s possible to switch it into your favorite color, right?” Maenu: “Yes, it’s possible to do both” Morikubo: “If i say a color right now would it be possible (for the staffs) to change the color right away?” Maenu: “It’s supposed to be on programmed automatically isn’t it?” Morikubo: “Let’s try it!” Maenu: “I’m not sure, we haven’t told the staffs beforehand!” xD Morikubo: “We haven’t told them anything!” Maenu: “They must be panicking right now” Morikubo: “Everyone, I’ll say ‘red’ so please switch your penlight into another color and don’t change the color manually! Let’s see if it’s possible” Morikubo: “Here i go, red!!!” They waited few seconds and the color didn’t change xD Morikubo: “So it’s not possible!” *audience laughed* Maenu: “It has to be programmed beforehand” in the middle of their talk suddenly all of the penlight on the hall turned red Morikubo: “OHHH IT’S RED!!” Maenu: “That’s amazing!!! The staffs definitely panicked just now” Morikubo: “I’m sorry for doing it suddenly!” Maenu: “(it’s all in red) So this is what Tatsu saw while singing” Morikubo: “(to audience)Ah, you can turn it back to your favorite color now. Thank you very much for your cooperation” They talked about how the concert hall is a good hall (and i totally agree) and how they could see the audience clearly. Then they talked about how it was a 2 days concert as opposed to prev one. Afterwards Morikubo told us that they’re ready to do it for another day or two xD Maenu agreed Maenu: “Even the rehearsals were fun. Of course there were a lot of hardships, but the sensation of being able to stand with the four of us.. it’s just addictive” Morikubo: “Lately, there’s something all of us often do. Inside the dressing room, when the four of us were sitting in front of the mirrors and our songs were played on the background, we’ll do an imitation/impression of our own characters” Maenu: “A bit exaggerated one” Audience screamed “Do it~~” and the two of us fell into silence all of sudden xD Maenu: “If you said something like that of course it’ll come into this!” Morikubo: “It’s more or less just what you always hear from us” Audience told them to do it again Morikubo: “Yesterday we talked about such topic. We were talking about how Shouta used to sing demos of most utapri songs and we asked about how he did our character voices. *stares at maenu* How did he do Ran-Ran again?” Maenu: “?! I’d be the one doing it?!” He did an impression of Ranmaru’s “Arai hou ga ii~” of Poison kiss and it was super funny! xD He made his voice really hoarse and also made funny expression with his eyes wide-opened LOL Morikubo then apologized at him for making him suddenly do it Maenu: “You told me to do it!” Morikubo: “I wasn’t expecting you to do it with that expression” Maenu: “I’m sorry please forget the thing i did just now” LOL Maenu: “At rehearsal we often do something like that to fill the part of the member that wasn’t there. For example Morikubo-san’s part” Morikubo: “They’ll start imitating ‘Tee ↑ ee↑ (the vocal swing he often does, you’d probably get what i mean if you listened to Reiji’s singing in general)” Maenu: *imitates* “More and More and~~(poison kiss w/hands movements too)” Morikubo: “It’s not “Mori mori ok?!” (means to do something vigorously in japanese) Maenu: “Even all of those things were really fun” Morikubo: “Camus’ (impression) were amazing too you know” Maenu: “Tatsu totally did that on purpose!” Morikubo: “If Tatsu comes later, tell him to do it here” And they called the band

7. KILLER KISS When they talked about how they were going to perform it acoustic i actually couldn't imagine how it would sound with this song but it actually sounded really pleasant! I mean, it sounded a lot quieter than the actual song so you could hear their great voices and amazing harmonization crystal clear! It sounded really refreshing! They also did a bit of the little hand choreography similar to the one on 6th live. They sounded really powerful!

Shoutan and Tattsun appeared. Shoutan had white shirt with lilac-colored flower on his left pocket and Tattsun had black shirt they also talked while sitting like Morikubo and Maenu (At some parts they also stood?).

Day 1 Shoutan talked about how it's refreshing to be able to talk with just the two of them and tattsun agreed to it. In the middle of convo Tattsun just went with sudden "Let's introduce ourself" and the audience laughed. Shoutan: "Everyone, good evening! I'm Mikaze Ai's good friend Aoi Shouta!" Tattsun: "You went with that?! I'm the one who's always standing closest to Kurosaki Ranmaru, Suzuki Tatsuhisa." Tattsun: "Aaa~ It's refreshi-- *looks at shoutan turning his back from audience* Hey! Don't fix your belt here!" (Shoutan a bit panicking lol) Tattsun: "This is why before the live started i told you not to eat that many cream puffs!!"* (if you don't get this reference go search for game and drama CDs involving Ai lol) Shoutan: "That's not true!" lol Tattsun also said Morikubo and Maenu talked a lot so almost no topic left for them to talk xD Shoutan told the camera to zoom at Tattsun's nails. Apparently at previous lives Tattsun's nail colors were normal red but this time he finally had Ranmaru's burgundy dark red! Also Shoutan tried to let his nails grow but at rehearsal two of it hit the mic and broke. He also had Ai's color nail btw. Tattsun: "This time, at rehearsal we were often together. Of course we were looking at each other practices a lot too. The more i see him, to be honest I could only see Shouta as a girl!" Shoutan: "You said that a lot! Stuffs like "what's with that body line!?" Tattsun: "His girl power (女子力) is increasing day by day! If it's me i definitely wouldn't be able to do it! For example this pose *posing*" Shoutan: "This one? *posing*" (hard to describe so take a look at matoni-sensei's report pic here! the pose at the very middle of the pic) Tattsun: "How did you do that?" *imitating but failed* (Audience laughed) Tattsun: "This time, for example the dance, like previously talked, we're following the footsteps of our characters. As they go higher, we as one try to follow them. To begin with I only do stuffs like this once a year here you know!" Shoutan: "This kind of chance doesn't happen often, right? But actually tatsu-nii at his own will, you know, even after the rehearsal was supposed to end--" Tattsun: "Hey~ Stop this topic!" Shoutan: "When the rehearsal ended he'd go around saying "I'm sorry, can i do it just one more time?" you know! Of course we have to make sure we're in good condition by resting well too, but his feelings reached me and it made me want to reply it with same thing." Tattsun: "Right, at that time i had the time so i tried to use all of my time practicing and when i realized it i've been doing it for six and half hours." Shoutan: "Really, how many times did you do the live that time?" (Audience laughed) Tattsun: "And Shouta was also there the whole time."(Not sure if he said he was standing there or singing behind him) Tattsun: "To be honest, I couldn't produce Ranmaru's voice easily. And so i'd need time to adjust my throat beforehand. Sometimes i got frustrated and was troubled with it alone. And at such times, he'd come closer to me and said "Tatsu-nii, what about doing quartet night songs together?". Among us, Shouta　is the one who's always trying to consider others feelings. At that one time all of us got together, we were troubled with a thing and couldn't come into agreement. At such time, Shouta was the first one to speak up "What about doing this way? Maybe it's going to change for the better!". He was always thinking about our feelings and what to do about it. In that way, he's the one supporting our backs and i think that's what's good about him." After that they talked about how they're going to sing after this with the acoustic band. Tattsun: "We were talking a lot prior to this performance, like how to make it sound better and what to add and improvise." Shoutan: "That's right, we talked a lot about it." Tattsun: "I was thinking of supporting Shouta while he's singing freely with his all, but actually Shouta also adjusts with how i'm singing. It feels like a matchmaking (お見合い)." Shoutan: "It feels like we're sharing same atmosphere!" Tattsun: "It made me feel like, "Ah, so singing with others could be this interesting!" It's really fun. I haven't had chance to sing with someone with such a different type of voices and it feels refreshing. *suddenly bowing?* Thank you so much" Shoutan was off guard because Tattsun just suddenly thanked him and was like "nn?!" xD Tattsun: "So, are we doing it?" Shoutan: "(to the audience suddenly) Do you want to hear us~?" (and of course we said we want to hear it) Shoutan: "They said they want to~" Tattsun: "Why did you start it and answer it yourself?" (Audience laughed xD) Shoutan: "I'm sorry" (Audience screamed "Cute~!") Tattsun: "That part! That's the cute part of you, you know" And i kinda forgot what they said after this.. but not long after they started with title call and the next song started! Day 2 Shoutan: “Good evening~ It’s finally our turn” Tattsun: “No matter how many times we did it, it always feels refreshing to be here (doing MC) with just the two of us” Shoutan: “It does! The previous two’s MC/perf was really heated up” Tattsun: “Right” Both: ”Right~” (audience laughed xD) Tattsun: “First, please introduce yourself” Shoutan: “I’m Mikaze Ai’s best friend, Aoi Shouta!” Tattsun: “I’m the one with privilege to stand closest to Kurosaki Ranmaru, Suzuki Tatsuhisa” Shoutan: “Isn’t it interesting that our introduction changed a bit everytime?” They talked about live-viewing and called out to them Shoutan: *to camera* “How are you guys?” Tattsun: “Everyone at live-viewing places, how are you?” the audiences in the hall went “Fuuu~↑” again Tattsun: “I could hear voices even though it’s supposed to be live-viewing! Amazing!” LOL After that they changed topic into the outfits they wore on acoustic corner Shoutan: “After the first day ended, there was something a lot of people were talking about regarding this acoustic corner. As opposed to our previous gold outfits, in this corner we have a shirt as our outfit. *Tattsun spun to show the audience his outfit*” Shoutan: “It has Ranmaru’s color on it” Tattsun: “(the red cloth of the lower part of his outfit) I requested this” Shoutan: “For me, i wanted a symbol at Ai’s left chest. The staffs also added Ai’s color on it” (whoever manage to understand the symbolism i love you) Shoutan: “The real topic starts here. The shirt i’m wearing right now is an oversize shirt. So it has a bit of kare-shirt (It’s a situation when someone is wearing their lovers’ clothes) vibe on it. “ *audience loud screams* xD Tattsun: “Right” Shoutan: “And that’s..” Tattsun: “That’s why you should just say you were staying over in my place” *fangirl squeal* Shoutan: “And there’s the fact that the two of us are doing MC together too.. For a moment i thought 'Eh?! Did i actually stay in Tatsu-nii’s house and borrow his shirt?!'” Tattsun: “I thought it would look good on you, so you can have it” *embarrassed shoutan* xD Shoutan: “This person right here... Why does he always say this kind of embarrassing lines like it was nothing?! This is embarrassing” (you two so cute stahp) Tattsun: “Could you stop getting ‘seriously’ embarrassed?” xD Shoutan: “Of course i would! *to male audience* Even male would feel the same, right?!” A male audience answered and tattsun laughed at it Shoutan: “I told you so!” Tattsun: “I could hear your voice (male audience) really clearly! Wait a bit, let me take off my in-ear monitor. (He looks happy to hear them) *male audience cheers* Tattsun: “This is awesome, i could hear you guys really well! *laughs* Oi, you guys sure have great voices!” (they both look really happy xD) Shoutan: “And obviously, all of you girls, it made your heart throb right?!” *audience cheers* Shoutan: “I told you!” Tattsun: “Wait a bit, why did you put yourself in girls side?!” LOLOL Shoutan: “After standing on many stages of utapri, i feel like i could understand what everyone is thinking about!” Tattsun: “That’s what i told you in the rehearsal wasn’t it?! When i was watching your solo, i told you 'Your girl power(女子力) is increasing even more!'“ Tattsun: “Especially when he was dancing and singing, his body-line definitely doesn’t look like a male! Shoutan: “Really? *does the same pose as the one on 1st day MC* I ended up doing it like that” Tattsun: “If i’m the one doing it, it looks like a plastic model *does the same pose* So stiff” Shoutan: “But in return you have the coolness of Ranmaru!” Tattsun: “All i could do is being aggresive (オラつくit’s a bit hard to explain)” Shoutan: “That’s Ranmaru!!” After that they talked about flower stand! (btw for some reasons if i go to QN events i always see many cool and artistic flower stands so if you’re curious be sure to look it up) Tattsun: “We wanted to see it by ourselves but it was close to where the audience was waiting so we couldn’t see it. But our managers took a VTR of the flowers for us and we all watched it together. While we were talking about how big and pretty it was suddenly a panel appeared and we were like ‘Eh?! You can create such flower stand?!’” Shoutan: “It was amazing wasn’t it?” Tattsun: “And also, i know it’s a form of love and i probably shouldn’t say an unnecessary comment like this, but there was a flower stand with Ranmaru’s silhouette and an instrument on it. The thing is, that silhouette wasn’t a bass, it was a guitar!!” Shoutan: “A-Ah, the instrument Ranmaru plays is..” Tattsun: “Bass” Shoutan: “And what came was...” Tattsun: “Guitar...” Shoutan: “That was close! So close! B-but it was a silhouette so..” Tattsun: “But.. it was a guitar...” Shoutan: “So close!” Tattsun: “That shape was probably an SG (gibson SG? i’m not sure) guitar..” Shoutan: “You sure know a lot!” xD Tattsun: “*asks a band member* Right?! But i could feel the love and so i think ’It’s okay, a guitar is fine too’” Shoutan: “After all, they made it so pretty!” Tattsun: “Indeed! Among them there were also outfits right? The quality was so high i thought ‘Eh?! Did we wear that outfits?!’” Shoutan: “Eh?! It’s the real thing?!” Tattsun: “Did we give/show the real thing to them?!” xD Shoutan: “Was it leaked somewhere?” Tattsun: “Without realizing it, do they know our three sizes?!” Shoutan: “That’s bad!!” Tattsun: “No way, no way!!! We’re in trouble!” (what are you guys doing LOL) Afterwards they talked about how it represents audience love for the series Tattsun: “It was so amazing it feels like being on an exhibition! Don’t you think we could charge an admission fee for this?” Shoutan: “That’s right!!” xD Tattsun: “A lot of people also sent it directly to certain character and on that part too i could totally feel your affection for them.” Tattsun: “Yesterday, after 1st day ended we had a small after-party with the four of us plus few people. We talked about a lot of things there and there were a lot of talks full of love for the series. We’ll talk about it in depth after the four of us are all here.” Tattsun: “Also, on dressing room lately, doing an impression of QN members has became a trend, right? Shoutan: “We do impression of each other’s characters. It’s before the live so tatsu-nii brought a stereo-- Is this the right word? I’m hopeless when it comes to such thing.. ” Tattsun: “Shouta” Shoutan: “Yes?” Tattsun: “Ba~ka” (in teasing tone asdhjkf what is this, a shoujo manga?) *Audience screams* Shoutan: “ *a bit of sulking tone* He said i’m an idiot..” Tattsun: “That’s called a bluetooth speaker!” Shoutan: “Ah! It’s a speaker!” Tattsun: “Don’t just go and group everything into 'latest model machine’!” Shoutan: “I’m sorry.. -- so he used a speaker to play the setlist of this live inside our dressing room. And then we’ll hum or sing along” Tattsun: “I thought if there’s no sound maybe the atmosphere would be a bit gloomy so i brought a rather big one and played the playlist of the setlist. And when i did that, suddenly we could hear Rei-chan that wasn’t Rei-chan” LOL Shoutan: “You’re right. After that we would hear an addition of one more person, and another one, we would then hear someone who did an impression of ranmaru, and so on...” Shoutan: “But the thing is, when Camus’ part comes..” Both: “All of us would do it” LOL Shoutan: “It was amazing wasn’t it?” Tattsun: “All of us would gather and sang the “kindan no kajitsu~♪ (killer kiss)” Shoutan: “We did it. Not only our own character, but did such to another character of the same group” Tattsun: “We did it” Shoutan: “Ai’s impressions were also amazing” Tattsun: “When doing Ai we would pucker our lips” Shoutan: “That’s right! Actually, i have such a small mouth/lips so when they’re doing it like that i could hear some similarities.. Tomo-nii also did it. That’s what’s trending on our dressing room lately” Tattsun: “When doing an impression of Ranmaru, all of them would sound so hoarse!” Shoutan: “First of all we would strain our voices” Tattsun: “Raise the distortion to the max..” Tattsun: “Do you still remember the first time you voiced Ai?” Shoutan: “I do! At that time i was just started learning how to be a voice actor. With an illustration of Ai right in front of me, I was thinking of how to make him alive. While thinking of such things i would practice over and over again. After spending a lot of time, i finally managed to do that.” Tattsun: “The staffs were really careful about it weren’t they?” Shoutan: “Yes. What about Ranmaru? How was it?” Tattsun: “A bit roughly but at that time I saw all of the utapri series first. And at that time, i thought that there weren’t many people with low tone voices. As a senpai, when i read the script at that time Ranmaru also said so many harsh words. I was thinking of what to do with it and came into conclusion that to make it sounds manly i should do it with low tone. And so it became like that.” Tattsun: “But that time, i didn’t give it much thought and let out the lowest tone i could at that time.” Shoutan: “I see!” Tattsun: “And so when i’m voicing Ranmaru i have to keep my throat wide opened the whole time” Tattsun: “The first time i thought ‘i’ve done it wrong’ was at the singing recording. At that time i realized that i have to practice hard to produce Ranmaru’s voice well. Especially at the very beginning, i have to warm-up my voice well before recording something as Ranmaru. At that time i’d practice “*Ranmaru’s voice* Oi” with my throat wide open.” Shoutan: “And so it becomes Ranmaru” Tattsun: “*points at the area between throat and chin* the shape of my face here would disappear (bc he’s keeping his throat open). It would turn into a neck of a dinosaur. ” xD Shoutan: “But after going through all of that Ranmaru was born” Tattsun: “That’s right” Shoutan: “A lot of stories were there”

And they announced next song

8. HARUHANA ONE WORD TO DESCRIBE: BEAUTIFUL. I guess this one is easier to imagine in acoustic ver. It sounds really classy~ I must say this arrangement fits this song A LOT! Both of them sang super emotionally ;; Tattsun used softer tones at some parts and shoutan sang some parts more dynamically than others creating an emotional performance;; When this song was released i saw someone said that they voices don't go well with each other, but nah they really need to watch this performance. Their chemistry was heavenly.. their timing, the way their voice overlap and harmonize, even how they put power in their singing, it was a perfection. To be honest, the two of them in this performance probably had the best chemistry i've ever seen in utapri live performances. They shared A LOT of eye contacts! (they were staring at each other like most of the time? lol) They also inserted really pretty adlibs and even harmonize on it. Before last reff they sang it really passionately before suddenly (intentionally) stopped singing for seconds and left a bit of silence. After seconds they start again with really emotional last reff! It was amazing. (Explanation: "Oru youni kasaneatte, koe e to, uta e to~~~ (long notes) Aa *stops for like 3 seconds* yokaze ni fukarete...") Also last reff's "..mune wo sasu kedo ↑" was improvised as the notes went up instead of down. I couldn't say anything other than perfection. I personally like their perf of this song on the first day more than the second day (tho of course it was awesome too) so i kinda hoped utapri would ever release DVD/BD of 1st day of their lives too...

A bit of MC. Tattsun said that because they finally had the chance to sing acoustic they wanted to sing with the four of them and called Morikubo and Maenu!

Day 1 Morikubo said he had two things to say to them Morikubo: "First, the two of us talked about a lot of topics (that Tattsun said they have nothing left to talk) because it took a lot of time for the band to set their instruments on the stage!" xD Maenu: "It can't be helped!" Tattsun: "Talk about of such circumstances when we're on backstage instead of here!" (Audience laughed) Morikubo: "Also second, Tatsu is amazing with his practice and all, but sometimes there's also time when he's only stretching for 2 hours!" LOL ((After this they talked a bit more but i forgot the details, i think my memory went overcapacity starting from here, i'm really sorry //sweats)) They talked about how QN appeared for the first time at 2012. If i remember it right Tattsun also said previous live was only last year (6th) but he felt like it's been longer than that. I didn't remember who brought it up first (Tattsun maybe??) but they then talked about how Shoutan used to provide his singing for the demo/prototype version of utapri songs before the respective seiyuu sing the song! (I think a lot of you knew it already, as people around me already knew abt this too) Shoutan: "You promised you won't talk about this, right?!" xD and they realized they didn't give us enough explanation about what they were talking about and decided to explain. Maenu: "For a period of time, Shouta used to sing for all utapri demo song alone by himself. " Tattsun: "Not to mention, he also sang it the way the character would" Morikubo: "You did STARISH songs and Quartet Night songs right? And what about HEAVENS'? Shoutan: "I also did HEAVENS song!" (Audience and the rest of them were surprised) Tattsun: "That's why, i mean, isn't it a good idea to release those CDs?" Shoutan: "*panicking* No way! No way!" (Audience screamed they want it xD) Shoutan: "It's only good because they (respective char/seiyuus) are the one singing you know! Demo songs are just demo" Tattsun: "Even so, how did you do sing it (the way other characters/seiyuus would)?" Shoutan: "Of course, first i heard each of their CDs. After that i tried thinking of how to sing it so that it's easy to understand who is singing which part. If i sang it all the same way, it'd be hard to understand!" Morikubo: "If that's the case, for example how would you do it if you're doing Ranran's part?" Shoutan: "Wait!! I'd get scolded for this!!" xD (Audience laughed) Tattsun: "You won't!" Morikubo: "Like first, do you need to get your feelings fired up or such? Tell us how you do it! Maybe the audience will have the chance to sing Ranran's part at karaoke or something!" (I kinda forgot this part) Tattsun: "But for some reason, when everyone was imitating Ranmaru's voice, they'll make their voice hoarse. And they'd start saying "I'll kill you!"? Ranmaru didn't even say such thing!" Maenu: "We, and other utapri members (starish seiyuus?) sometimes imitate other character voices on rehearsal and practice." Shoutan: "We did! Also personally same here, when doing Ranmaru's voice i tried to make it sounds threatening (? (LOL xD)) and put my attention on creating more breathy sounds” Morikubo: “Did you hear it guys? Breathy voices!” Shoutan: “But the original singer actually didn’t even do it on purpose right?” Tattsun: “Yes, i’m not aware of it myself” Morikubo: “What about me?! Me?” Shoutan: “With Reiji i’d insert many vocal swings” Morikubo: “Ah, i see!” Shoutan: “Even with Ai there are times i used that kind of singing technique, but after listening to a lot of songs i tried to think of the way i could get the feel with my own voice” Maenu: “What about me?” Morikubo: “With Camus, the first thing is to put in a lot of sugar right?” Shoutan: “Yes xD a lot of sugar cube!” *Tattsun agreing lol* Maenu: “So how did you do it?” Shoutan: “With Camus.. i tried to sing a bit through my nose?” Maenu: “I see! It’s like when Tatsu imitated my voices with bad intentions (LOL) He does it a lot on the dressing room” Tattsun: “Didn’t you do that a lot too?!” Maenu: “We all do! *shoutan and morikubo laughed* Morikubo: “When we all stand side-by-side the ‘let’s imitate other characters tournament’ would just suddenly start!” Tattsun: “Inside the make-up room we were all sitting side by side. At that time the setlist of the concert was playing on the bgm. And then suddenly someone would just start singing a part that isn’t even theirs!” Morikubo: “Didn’t you *points at Maenu* also sing your own part exaggeratedly?!” Tattsun: “He did!!” *shoutan laughed* Tattsun: “What were you even doing?!” Maenu: “I just thought maybe it would be interesting, i tried to guess how my singing sound for people around me” xD Morikubo: “In the prev live i talked about how singing with the three of you feels so good, right? This time while listening to ourselves in acoustic corner, the existence of Maeno’s solid low notes, Shouta’s clear high notes, and for mid-high notes i’ll be there together with Tatsu’s mid-low notes, make a great balance.” Shoutan: “I thought so too!” Morikubo: “Especially because it’s acoustic you could hear the voices clearly. It felt so nice! What do you guys think of it?” Maenu: “I ag...ree with you *stumbled with his words*” Tattsun: “Which position are you standing on right now?! Also where is your glasses (camus’ glasses) ?!” Maenu: “I took that off” Shoutan: “You took that off!” Maenu: “It’s a coincidence but our voices balance out each other extremely well. They’re so compatible with each other. It’s such a wonder.” Morikubo: “What do you guys think of it? (audience)” *audience claps* Morikubo: “Today is the Culture Day (a holiday in Japan) but we’re able to be here. Why don’t all of you start your own QUARTET NIGHT with 4 people around you right now? (xD LOL)” Tattsun: “Live-viewing too!” And they show themselves on camera for people in live-viewing! Tattsun: “It’s QUARTET NIGHT~~~~” (his tone was so cute xD karunai dayo~) Tattsun: So, a lot of QUARTET NIGHTs would be born from among the whole country today? (LOL)

Morikubo: “Let’s sing together shall we?” They talked about the outfit a bit before getting into the next song

Day 2 After the performance Tattsun said that it was really fun and called for the other two. Morikubo&Maenu: “It was a great performance!” Morikubo: “I could listen to your (haruhana duo) talk and performance forever” Tattsun and shoutan laughed Shoutan: “Really?!” Morikubo: “I mean it. But Shouta, how could you mistook a speaker for a stereo?!” Maenu: “But i think Tatsuhisa who mistook a video for a VTR (video tape recorder) is also more or less the same” Morikubo: “What has gotten into you?! a VTR?!” *to tattsun* Tattsun: “EH?!” LOL Shoutan: ”I sure made a grave mistake..” Tattsun: “At least i didn’t say something like ‘a beta’ (betamax)” Morikubo asked the audience about the acoustic corner Morikubo: “It felt really good” Shoutan: “It was fun!” Maenu: “It was!” Tattsun: “During today’s rehearsal showtaro-san also talked about this but I feel like we could make a lot more stuffs with this corner” Morikubo: “Like for example, an acoustic live or something” (OMG YES PLS) *Audience cheers* Maenu: “It’ll be great” Tattsun: “For example wouldn’t it be nice if we do it with night sky in the background?” Morikubo: “Our dream keeps on getting even bigger” Tattsun: “We keep on saying this kind of thing, i’m sorry!” (about what they want to do in the future onstage without consulting to staffs xD) Morikubo: “I think it’s important to have a specific dream!” Maenu: “It’s also important to say it out loud” Morikubo: “That’s right, let’s keep on saying it. Right, everyone?” a bit of short silence Morikubo: “You’re not going to say it?!” LOL Everyone laughs Maenu: “It’ll be nice if it becomes true in the future!” Morikubo: “When the two of you were talking I could hear the voice of ‘my boy’ (male audience) so clearly! Let us hear it again, ‘my boy’!!” *male audience cheers* Maenu: “Oh! It’s amazing!” Morikubo: “*to a male audience* Thank you! It makes me happy!” *male audience cheers* Tattsun: You guys sure have great voices! I’m so happy!” (he looks super happy xD) Morikubo: “What about in the live-viewing?” Tattsun& Maenu: “My boy?” Morikubo: “My boy!” Morikubo: *to the camera* “My boy in the live viewing~!!” *Male audience in the hall cheers xD* Shoutan: “There must be some of them!” Maenu: “I could hear them!” Tattsun: “That true, even though it’s live-viewing i could hear their voices!” LOL Maenu: “It reached us! Words filled with feelings definitely gets across, doesn’t it? xD Morikubo: “Right, it’s amazing. We’re so grateful that a lot of people from the whole country came to see us. Thank you very much” Morikubo: “This time it’s a 2 days concert. What do you think of it?” Tattsun: “Yesterday i felt extremely nervous.. I was full of momentary nervousness, but as i talked on previous MC the four of us had an after-party, didn’t we? It seems like i was really happy. The moment i woke up today all i could think of was about that!” Morikubo: “Actually, it seems like the four of us were really happy about it” *the four of them laughs* Morikubo: “We’re surprised about it ourselves. But it seems like the four of us put our arms around each other's shoulders and walk back to the hotel on that position!” (o mg cute) Shoutan: “It’s a real story!” Maenu: “We were all pretty drunk” Tattsun: “To reach the hotel there was a bit of distance so we decided to just walk to the hotel. The four of us keep on putting arms around each other during our walk back to the hotel! “ Shoutan:“That’s true!” Maenu: “Our managers happened to be on the lobby of the hotel and took a picture of us!” Tattsun: “They were like, ‘what are you guys doing? It’s funny so can i take a picture?’ and took a picture of it! Morikubo: “It was so fun!” Tattsun: “It was a blast! We talked about a lot of things” Morikubo: “We were able to feel this feeling thanks to the group named QUARTET NIGHT. So, Shouta, how was it?” Shoutan: “Even though yesterday was only the first day, I already felt like tearing up many times on the stage.. I tried my best to endure it” Tattsun: “It’s okay to cry though” Shoutan: “And this person would say something like that!! Near the end when i was about to tear up he would come and say “Oh? Oh? Are you about to cry?” (he’s like provoking shoutan to cry xD) and i’d say “That’s not true!” ” Tattsun: “That’s okay Shouta~ if you cry I’ll pat your head” (asdahkf) Shoutan: “But in truth, *points at maenu* tomo-nii was also about to cry in certain song!” Maenu: “A sweat, i was just sweating a lot!” Tattsun: *points at maenu “This guy right there, all he could do it say stuffs like that till he actually breaks into tear!” Maenu:“It was just a sweat!” Shoutan: “Something like that happened! Everytime i stand on this stage, i could feel all of your feelings directly. It directly reached my heart. I’m sure, it also reaches the four of them (chars) directly too.” Morikubo: “It’s our second solo live, so to surpass our previous live, we thought a lot about what our stage is supposed to be. For example the acoustic corner. After this too, we have a lot in store to show all of you here in Kobe. Please look forward to it!” Tattsun: “Among us, Maeno is the most passionate about QN, isn’t he?” Maenu: “That’s not true, all of us are equally passionate about it!” Tattsun: “Of course, we’re all passionate about it! But in terms of concentrating himself to the characters, i feel like he inspires us the most.” Maenu: “That’s not true!” Morikubo: “That’s true, whenever i see him he’s always practicing!” Shoutan: “Exactly! Everytime i’d see him practicing on the corner of the room” Tattsun: “So, how’s this concert for you?” Maenu: “Just as always, while looking forward to it i hope i could leave good memories in the history of QN’s journey. Every moment is so precious and dear to me, it happened to me during 6th live too, but that’s why when the show ended and i have to take off the sparkly and beautiful outfits, i would feel so sad. But of course, if there’s a beginning eventually there will come an end too, so i want to create a lot of memories with all of you before it ends. “ Maenu: “But really, the moment four of us are all here together, i always feel so at ease. It just feels like we’re unbeatable. It’s so addicting.” Morikubo: “That’s true.” Tattsun: “I agree” Shoutan: “When we’re practicing there are a lot of formations. In most of them, we’re supposed to stand a bit apart from each other, but when we started to talk with each other without even realizing it we’d suddenly stand so close to each other!” Tattsun: “Without even realizing it!” Morikubo: “in the previous live something like that happened too wasn’t it? Even though the stage was big, suddenly we all were already in the middle of the stage standing so close to each other! We’re supposed to use the wide stage!” Maenu: “I mean, don’t you think it’s already unusual for four fully-grown adults to walk back to hotel with their arms on each other’s shoulder?!” xD Tattsun: “And the thing is, aside from QUARTET NIGHT we actually always go on our separate ways, right?” Maenu: “That’s true! Even if we meet on another works we’ll just say greetings and go our separate ways!” Tattsun: “Actually this time, the day before the concert, i heard that we could do rehearsal on the hall and i was on the same bullet train with Maeno. I met him in the station of Tokyo. We exchanged “Good morning” and just went our separate ways just like that!” Shoutan: ”Eh?! Really?!” Morikubo: “You didn’t come together?!” Tattsun: “We just exchanged good morning. It’s not like i had any reason to go together with him.” (The way he said it was a bit funny xD a bit tsun) Maenu: “That’s right! I was buying something in the convenience store and Tatsu came in when i was about to quit the store. So it was like ‘Oh so you’re going to buy something here, i see. See you later!’ “ Tattsun: “And so i replied ‘Yeah, i’m going in. Later!’ and went to opposite direction“ Maenu:“But the moment we met up on the rehearsal we would start saying things like ‘Let’s do this part!’ to each other.” Shoutan: “That’s very like Ranmaru and Camus!” *audience laughed xD* Morikubo: “You’re right! That’s exactly the same!” Shoutan:“Exact same!” Morikubo: “The two-shots of these two is interesting so let us see it! *goes away from the other two and gets closer to shoutan* Yesterday when we were eating together it was like that too. They were like Ranran and myuu-chan” Maenu: “But at the group line Shouta also enthusiastically does stuffs like that!” (acting like characters) Tattsun: “He said stuffs like that!” Maenu: “He’d say stuffs like ‘I won’t forgive you if you’re late!’” Shoutan: “We uploaded a photo of our hands and mics, didn’t we?” Tattsun: ”We actually created a diamond on that photo” (the more you know) Shoutan:”We’re a group so it’d be better to upload it on the same time. Showtaro-niisan suggested that we all upload it on 21:00. Tatsu-nii edited the photo for us. After he sent it to us, tomo-nii replied with “Can’t be helped, i’ll use it” (like camus xD)” Morikubo:”Then our whole in-char conversations started!” Maenu:”*points at tattsun* He replied with “You’re not being honest” Tattsun: ”That’s normal thing to say, right?! If you’re going to use it you could just say thanks, right?!” Shoutan:“And they i’d reply with “*Ai’s voice* They’re at it again” and added *back to usual shoutan* let’s do it on 21:00″ Tattsun: “We sure talk in our characters personality don’t we? Shoutan:”We do!” Morikubo:”Speaking of LINE, we actually have an utapri all cast group line and yesterday all of the STARISH members gave us encouraging messages.” Tattsun: ”It made me really happy!” Morikubo:”All of them did!” Tattsun: ”We’re standing here right now as QUARTET NIGHT, but we want to treasure the fact that it’s STARISH who opened the path for us. So it makes me really happy! I feel like that it fired us up even more, it made us stronger” Morikubo then said that they’re going to sing the next song and he suddenly told tattsun and maenu to stand beside each other to which maenu replied with “It’s not like we’re close with each other or anything!” xD and they started with next song

9. Marriage

Because it was acoustic arrangement there weren't any background vocals so instead they sang all of the english background vocals live too (ex: "under the starlight~ let's find our love part" etc) and it was really pretty! ;; if i remember well it's mostly shoutan for higher octave (i thought i heard female voice LOLOL) and switched between maenu/morikubo/tattsun for lower parts! Tbh listening to the reff reminded me how much maenu has improved with his singing/harmonies. It sounded really pleasant. On the middle of the song they introduced band members (i think it was percussion, violin, guitar, bass and keyboard??) while they were sitting on the front stage floor xD it was cute!!

Questions VTR. Seiyuus were asked some questions about their characters (impression, stuffs they like about them, etc) Maenu joked a lot, (or stuffs he said were just purely funny lol) shoutan too! In general it was really funny! But it was pretty long and fast so i didn’t manage to remember/take note of most of them, i’m sorry!;; Stuffs written here are not in order and is more or less just the gist of it. They didn’t show each of their full interview as one but instead cut their sentences halfway, switch to another person and so on so it was a bit hard to remember their full answer but here are the questions:

Was there something you couldn’t understand from your character?

Morikubo→ “Thank you very very Macho-cho “ LOL Tattsun→ How harsh he was toward ppl around him Shouta→ He sleeps on siting position LOL Maenu→ He puts way too much sugar on his drink (Saw that coming xD)

Which part do you like from your character from the very beginning?

Morikubo→ As a moodmaker, he actually could read the atmosphere well Tattsun→ He’s extremely straightforward and devoted (abt his work/in general?) Never compromise (to aim for better thing) Shouta→He’s like a cute younger brother. His voice is beautiful LOLOL Maenu→ His “strong heart”. He’s not afraid of being hated and says stuffs the way he think it is.

What was your first impression of your character?

Morikubo→ Bright but hard to figure out (his inner thoughts etc) Tattsun→ Scary Shouta→ Difficult to deal with Maenu→ Full of dignity

When did you feel like you’ve become best friend with your character?

Morikubo→ The moment “Yoroshiku Macho-cho “ was born Tattsun→ The moment some parts of Ranmaru he didn’t know started to appear, when he felt grateful for the chance to learn more about Ranmaru Shouta→ The moment he learned that Ai is not a human being Maenu→ The moment he woke up and mistook Jan 23 (Camus’ birthday) as his own birthday

Is there something you still can’t understand about your character?

Morikubo→ Wonder how did Reiji become such a “strong” person Tattsun→ “Aside from his honest and serious personality he also cooks well, is kind to animals, Isn’t his ‘spec’ too high?!” He said he couldn’t forgive Ranmaru for being too ‘high-spec’ xD Shouta→ He still sleeps in sitting position (He talked about how sleeping on bed def works better to recover yourself many times LOL) Maenu→ When he drinks something he put in a lot of sugar

What is something you like from your character now?

Morikubo→ (not sure i’m sorry;;) He pushed himself to limits for members Tattsun→ Everything (Aaaaaa) Shouta→ Became a lot softer. Understands his own position well Maenu→ He doesn’t try to flatter others/sugarcoat things

Is there a (bad) thing you want your character to fix/improve?

Morikubo→ He’s strong but he should stop keeping his feelings bottled up inside and relax more Tattsun→ He should stop wearing different color contact lenses for both eyes LOL Stop depending on color lenses Shouta→ Stay the way he is Maenu→ He’s drinking way too much sugar for his health

Is there anything you hope for your characters?

Morikubo→ There must still be a lot of Reiji’s side we’re not aware of so he should show us more sides/charms of him Tattsun→ Stay just the way he is Shouta→ Ai might be a robot but he should meet a lot people, move forward with his comrade, treasure each of the moment of his life Maenu→ He believes Camus could make the impossible possible so he wants to see him fly in the sky LOL

What should you/character do to achieve higher heights?

Morikubo→ Not only about what about to happen in the future, for now they should look at what is right in front of them. Tattsun→ They should clash more, and at the same time also try to understand each other, tolerate each other more. Shouta→ They should sing more variety of songs Maenu→ They might not in ‘that’ good term with each other, but in return those colliding powers are creating an even stronger power. By that, they boost each other up and that’s the kind of group QN is. They should keep going they way they are.

If you were to describe your character in a word, what would it be?

Morikubo→ Wedge Tattsun→ Flame Shouta→ Love (Ai) Maenu→ Ice

All: “That’s.. QUARTET NIGHT” And next song started! Outfit change, white pants, white and their respective colors? a bit casual, design is different for each of them!

10. The dice are cast Powerful singing, as we already knew! The choreography looked like 5th and QN 1st solo con? They moved around the area and stopped when all of the carts became one in the middle of arena seats. I also noticed that tattsun's part of the adlibs on the bridge was a bit different (improvisation with higher notes and i think i heard him doing it in both days)

11. STARLIGHT MEMORY I PERSONALLY LOVE THIS SONG so i was really hyped up for it! They sang while still on the cart and like on QN 1st solo con they used stand-mic for the choreography. It was really heated up, the "Just say Quartet Night!" parts were also sang by the audience and our voices were LOUD! It was fun!

12. Evolution Eve The first acapella sounded as heavenly as what i've heard in previous lives! ;;_;; Also the first acapella which was supposed to be lines without harmony for some reasons was harmonized? pretty sure it was tattsun with higher harmony! The instrumental break dance part we already knew from previous lives were changed, i'm pretty sure it wasn't the same. The previous one was good but this one was even better! I remember morikubo doing a really smooth turn. Proud of their improvements!

13. Double Face *Camus butler mode voice* "Let me show you my everything" *Camus usual mode voice* "You peasant! Fine, i'll do it according to your wish. Witness my 'love'!" Suddenly Maenu appeared with this song! I wasn't expecting this at all but it was a good surprise! Two dancers in white and black (like in QN 1st solo con) were present and maenu was also singing on a stand-mic. It was really similar to QN 1st solo con performance. As usual his voice change was amazing! In first day, it was clear that maybe the fast voice change made him a bit confused sometimes tho xD it was cute.. In 2nd day he did super great tho! One of my favorite thing about watching over QN seiyuus’ growth is watching Maenu getting more confident and glowing each live ♡

14. Synchronism Shoutan appeared on front stage with dancers. Apparently his outfit this time had animal ears (i'm not sure is it cat? or not..) fur hoodie and he had his hoodie up! It was extremely cute!! The dance was similar to 6th, but i think there were additional moves? Also if 6th live performance wasn't cute enough this one was even cuter it was illegal //no On 2nd day he also made a lot of different expressions from the one in 1st day during dance break (you probs know which one if you watched 6th live) As expected from shoutan, lot of fanservices were given! In 2nd day last reff "Amaku shite~" part he gave us a thrown kiss too! lol Been thinking about it for a while but it’s actually amazing how stable he was even at extremely low notes.

15. Not bad Tattsun and dancers came from main stage! He danced most of the time and both his dances and singing were amazing and powerful! ;; Also i'm really sure some parts of the dance moves changed entirely, for example the reff's "yoku kike yo, nidoto wa iwanai ze" part? It was such a passionate performance and i have no words except it was SUPER COOL ;;_;; There was also fire burst (?) stage effect and it was cool! He walked from the main stage to front stage! Instead of singing it, the music suddenly stopped and he said the "Ore ni *a bit pause* tsuite koi (follow.. me)" as a serifu

16. NEVER Morikubo appeared with his hat and he threw it away xD I think he improved a lot with his dancing compared to previous performances of this song! The choreography looked similar to the one on 5th live with some additions? I really love the part where monitor behind him turned into a big green　→　rainbow ferris wheel! ;; I personally really love Never's Reiji and the performance was wonderful ;; On the quiet part he usually went with falsetto on "honki to iu na no imi ga tsumatteru" but this time he went full power on that part! He also inserted a bit of adlibs after that and it was pleasant

17. Non-fiction Main stage was engulfed in red light and non-fiction intro was played, people around me went wild xD Tattsun and Maenu appeared sitting on a (what seemed to be) luxurious sofa while singing! It's interesting how the way they sit reflected their character personalities lol (Maenu legs crossed? and tattsun had his right leg up on the sofa) lol Maenu had his camus glasses on. They also danced a lot on instrumental parts and did some poses/combination dance(?) together! I love how they were posing with the sofa (for example if one of them sit the other stand behind the sofa etc) and also posed together (ex maenu put his hand on tattsun's back etc). Tattsun "Aaaa ↑" high notes part (you know which one) sounds amazing on live, it was powerful and on point. They also danced a lot on front stage. All in one it was GREAT and i’m pretty sure a lot of you would like this performance a lot

18. Fiction Started with pretty adlibs. As opposed to Non-fiction, It was an emotional and melancholic performance. Their harmonies were really pretty and their singing were great/emotional too! They weren't doing many moves, instead at some parts it feels much like drama posing (There were still kinda melancholic choreography at instru break). It somehow had really sad vibe ;; Shoutan was a great actor, they posed like stageplay at some parts. For example shoutan (ai) was looking at morikubo (reiji) but shook his head and decided to turn back, or morikubo staring at shoutan from afar, etc. At one part they had their hands up and joint their hands, but shoutan/ai let go of his hand and went away ;; At the end they stared at each other and shoutan/ai walked away from the stage first (from the middle of main stage) and morikubo/reiji followed after. The outro was still playing, with only falling petals (2nd day correction i think it was white feathers?) being lighted-up. I kinda teared up during this performance

All: "Fiction or non-fiction"

19. KIZUNA As usual, the harmonies of this song were really pretty. They also sit on main stage stairs and pose like car-scene on the anime (like they did on QN 1st solo con) with morikubo acting like he's driving the car. The whole thing felt similar to QN 1st solo con, it was amazing nonetheless. Last slow part never fails to make my eyes teary ;; I MEAN who doesn’t.. they also did the last part where they pointed at the characters on screen.

20. QUARTET★NIGHT I ACTUALLY WASN'T EXPECTING THIS TO COME HERE LOL but i love this song with passion bc it's the start of QN so i was really hyped for it! The choreo was also similar to QN 1st solo con. I personally think their 3rd live (aka 1st appearance as QN ever) of this song was unrivaled, but this performance was probably even better than that! It was easy to see how much they improved and i was extremely happy. Their vocals gave me chills and it also reminded me of when i first came to like QN, it was amazing.

Morikubo/Reiji told us it's his DJ time (wasn't really DJ-ing like prev live tho) and introduced dancers as the rest of them sit on the main stage stairs. They took turn to introduce the dancers. Reiji→Ranmaru→Ai→Camus

Tattsun (in Ranmaru’s voice) told us it's last song after this

21. FLY TO THE FUTURE I knew it LOL I guessed this song would be the last song after encore and i was right! When i first heard this song i was amazed at how QN managed to even surpass their previous harmonization with this song. The live version was amazing, their harmonies were heavenly. It was perfectly done, i can't help but crying halfway... They also danced quite a lot on this song. There was LONG (like 10 secs?) pause before the serifu "Arigato, soshite kore kara mo" (last reff after "nakeru hodo waite~"). Basically they sang That part was really emotional. It's also fun to do "Fly to the future~" call with other audience. It was easily one of my favorite QN performances of all time.

Encore “QUARTET NIGHT!!” calls started. I think i LOVE the Kobe World Hall they're using this time. It's not as small as previous QN solo con (to the point that the "Quartet Night" call wasn't really that loud bc there weren't that many people to begin with) but it's also not too big to manage a perfectly synced encore call. It's probs one of the most synced encore i've heard in my life (in BOTH days). Actually, i was really moved by how amazing the audiences were this time around. Super interactive and cooperative. The acoustic of the hall was amazing, both voices and instru were easy to listen to and sound crystal-clear. It’s easily one of my favorite concert hall ever.

22. Force Live They danced the choreography from the MV (except maybe the kick thing at the beginning lol) This song sounded great without autotune btw LOL i have to say QN sounds great on their own so they sound a lot better without autotune live. There isn't much to say except both of their dancing and singing were awesome! Morikubo also did front kick on 2nd verse if i remember it right! It was really cool watching the MV on the screen behind while looking at their performance/dance. You could see how much effort they spent to perfect their performances.

MC Announcement→ Renewal of utapri movie website Day 1 by Camus Day 2 by Ai (+DVD/BD announcement of the concert) Day 1 Maenu: “I’m the one trusted to voice Camus, Maeno Tomoaki. I’m sure all of you managed to feel the characters through our performances, so i’m not going to talk a lot this time. It’s been a year and half since the first solo live. At that time, i talked about how i was the only one without any singing career among us and how i felt about it. I felt like i had nothing at the beginning. Of course, i still feel it now even if it’s just a bit. But now that i look back at it, maybe i was able to bring something new to the group precisely because i had nothing. And i was able to do it thanks to the other members, all of your support and the utapri staffs. Thank you very much. As for me, i’ll keep on chasing after Camus’ back. If i have the chance again in the future, i’ll do my best to perform as Camus onstage. So, from now on please keep on supporting STARISH, QUARTET NIGHT and HEAVENS. Thank you for coming today!”

Shoutan: “I’m the C.V of Mikaze Ai, Aoi Shouta. Whenever this time (last MC) comes I somehow could never put my thoughts together well.. This time, we got to sing a lot of new songs. Among them are the newest Fiction and Non-Fiction. The recording was a bit painful and i got to feel a lot of different feelings. Up till now I always felt like i just couldn’t catch up to Ai and it gave me chance to think a lot about myself. Their time (chars), and of course our time will never stop moving forward and will pass. I hope Quartet night could be the group to keep on challenging themselves. I really love all of the members/my comrades. Being able to stand on this stage always makes me rethink about a lot of things. With these feelings, I want to be able to find more “possibilities” and take it to the future. I’m really grateful to be able to stand here. Please keep on supporting utapri!”

Tattsun: “I’m the one standing closest to Kurosaki Ranmaru, Suzuki Tatsuhisa. I had a lot of things i wanted to say. During the rehearsal, when i was practicing with the members of QUARTET NIGHT, i felt something. At that time what crossed my mind was ‘Ah, today i feel “scared”. My heart was racing, and it reminded me of the first time i became Ranmaru. ((Stuffs i couldn’t remember after adjalksjf i’m really sorry;; I think he said about how he was not sure if it’s alright for him to stand as Ranmaru onstage and also made a joke about it but i just can’t remember what was it ;;)) But the ‘idol’ Ranmaru is, without me even realizing it, has already moved so much away in front of me. The Ranmaru inside me keeps on telling me “I should do it like this” and thanks to that i caused a lot of troubles (bc he keeps on being idealistic), practice a lot. I would imagine how all of you would react and feel, and to be honest right now I’m extremely anxious. When i stand as QUARTET NIGHT, i could hear all of your supports directly, and seeing your happy expressions i’m just glad i could be here. Everytime, i’d think about how i just purely love all about this series. I love all of my comrades (starish+heavens too?), there’s no one i dislike, I respect all of them from the bottom of my heart. I love each of them. And so that those words won’t turn into lies, I hope that all of the people watching this, be it here or on live-viewing could feel it through my performances today. That’s the only thing i have on my head right now. I’m really happy i could stand as Kurosaki Ranmaru. It’s all thanks to the staffs, utapri casts, all of you who come today, a lot of others who couldn’t come today, STARISH who opened the path for us. I couldn’t thank all of you enough. Thank you!”

Morikubo : ”To all of you who take us to the world we could never imagine before, to QUARTET NIGHT who gave us the chance to spend this time, thank you very much. (the topic mentioned in prev MCs) It’s true that we’re the one standing closest to our characters. But we’re standing ‘behind’ the characters, the one standing besides them is all of you. You’ll be the one guiding our characters, and so that the four of us could also move forward. This time we’re blessed with a chance to do a 2nd solo live, so of course I intended to do my very best! Experiencing a lot of things, in previous solo live the word “payback” naturally became our theme. And after that we got the chance to stand on 6th live with HEAVENS also joining us. I was happy at that time for the fact that at that time we had ‘future’ performances waiting for us. The words “evolution” “thanks” “kizuna/bonds” of course are still naturally here with us, and we’re about to see what’s going to be the next theme. Did you manage to feel something through us? Thank you. From the day of last solo live up till today, i’m sure QUARTET NIGHT was the one taking all of us to the future we have today. From now on, please keep on standing by your favorite characters! Please create a future for us! We’ll be following from behind. Let’s enjoy it just like that! As long as we have your love and feelings, we’ll keep on advancing. I hope to see you again if the chance comes. I’d be looking forward the day when we could dance, sing, along with STARISH and HEAVENS in front of you again. To all of you on the hall, live-viewing, thank you very much!!”

Morikubo : “Sooo~~ what do we do now? *laughs* Let’s drink the water shall we?” And they drank the water onstage xD love how the audience let out a big reaction and they were like we’re only drinking water here xD After that they had a short MC connecting to the next song

Day 2 Morikubo: “And n-now, for the e-end *stumbled with his words many times* let each of us say our last messages! (him stumbling) It’s my body showing you all my feelings or not wanting it to end!” xD Shoutan: “I can feel it!” Morikubo: “Let us begin with Maeno!” Maenu: “*in camus voice* I refuse!” (audience screams) Shoutan: “So he feels sad!” xD Morikubo: “That’s a convenient word!” Maenu: “*in camus voice* Well, sure i’ll do it. Wait a bit" "closes his eyes for a while and opens it* Maenu: *back to normal “ I’m the one trusted to voice Camus, Maeno Tomoaki. Since October started and we started our rehearsal, almost every night i saw a dream of yesterday and today concerts. Expectations, anxiety, pressure, i’m sure i saw those dreams due to a lot of feelings. And now, to see all of you here, people on the live viewing, spending time together, it all feels like a dream. I’m sure even tomorrow and the day after, i’ll see it on my dreams. As a part of QUARTET NIGHT, i think i managed to create many great memories here. On previous live, our theme was to do “payback” to starish, to utapri and to all of us. And this time too, we talked a lot and decided on a theme but our journey of ‘payback’ will never stop as long as utapri still exists. With that as the foundation, so that a “ final destination” will never come to the future of QUARTET NIGHT, it’s a journey that will never ends. I’ll do my very best so that i could see the back of Camus who’s standing so far in front of me. From now on, please keep on supporting STARISH, HEAVENS, QUARTET NIGHT and utapri. Thank you so much for coming today.”

Shoutan: “This moment finally comes once again.. (audience says ganbare) Thank you! I’m the C.V of Mikaze Ai, Aoi Shouta. Did you have fun? While doing my very best to sing in front of all of you, i keep on thinking about what to say here. I had a lot of things i wanted to say, but whenever this moment comes I can’t put my feelings together.. That’s just how big it is. After the first day ended, we had a little after-party. At that time we talked about how there’s still today. There was still a future called “tomorrow” for us. I’m standing here today with the hope of creating beautiful memories together with all of you here, people on live-viewing and with all of the staffs. With starish opening the path, the four of us then joined in the middle of the story. To be honest, as a member of QUARTET NIGHT, i’d be lying if i say i didn’t feel inferior to others. But the fact that i could stand here right now and be with all of the people who love utapri, like starish and heavens, makes me feel that i’m actually spending the time together with everyone. To stand as a proud member of QUARTET NIGHT, to be someone who supports the utapri series which i really love from the bottom of my heart, that’s what i want Ai to become. That’s why, from now on as a part of QUARTET NIGHT, as Mikaze Ai, i’ll do my very best to liven utapri up. I hope to spend good time with all of you. I’m still no good, but thank you for always being here. From now on, let us love uta no prince-sama together. Thank you very much.” Morikubo: “You’re getting a lot better on giving comments. I talked about that with Maeno on the underground backstage when we were listening to your MC at acoustic corner” And suddenly Shoutan teared up ;;; morikubo then followed him up Morikubo: “Is that some kind of malfunction?” (ref to Ai’s identity) (Audience laughs)

Tattsun : “I play the role of Kurosaki Ranmaru, Suzuki Tatsuhisa. I keep on thinking of what to say. This time, i felt anxious too. Yesterday Showtaro-san said a really good thing. The four of us are standing behind the characters, and the one standing besides them is all of you. I thought it was a really good words. I’m always chasing after him. He runs very fast, you know (audience laughs). He keeps on doing his best and moving forward. He’ll say “I want to do something like this!” “I want to do this kind of performance!” “I’m still nowhere my limit!” and will run even faster. I can’t help but think that “He’s too fast”, and everytime i have the chance to stand on this stage I always feel like it’s way too much for me. For me, objectively speaking as part of the audience, Utapri’s live is so fun. I always get overexcited like an idiot on the backstage. Humming the melodies of the songs. But i wonder if it’s okay for someone like that to stand here. It’s not like that i have something beautiful to show to all of you. But even so, i decided to at least do the very best i could. So that, i can proudly tell him that I’ve done everything i could. So that i could tell him I managed to let out everything he has to show. I’m standing here now so that i could say all of those words. I sincerely hope my thoughts could reach you even if it’s just a bit. The only thing i could do is to give him a voice and to push him forward. With my singing, i can move forward together with him. But the one who could take him further ahead, is all of you. You’re the one who makes it “amazing”. Isn’t it the best? Nothing but the best isn’t it? I really love utapri that gives me the chance to do so. I love STARISH, I love QUARTET NIGHT, and I love HEAVENS. I love everything about it. I could love all of the characters. I just love it so much. From now on there might be both positive comments and criticism. Bring it on! I’ll shoulder everything and stand behind the mic, be it onstage or not, as Kurosaki Ranmaru. No matter what it is, i’ll shoulder it all. I believe it’s all because of something carved deep inside of my heart. That’s why i’ll keep on moving forward just like that. To the future! Thank you so much for today!”

Morikubo: “Did you have fun? And live viewing?” Morikubo: “Just like the other three, i have many things i want to say. I came up with the words after listening to Tatsu’s “I’m the one standing closest to Ranmaru” yesterday. But it feels a bit off if i say ‘beside’ them, because each of us are standing behind quartet night. The one should be beside them is all of you. Please take them to the future, and so the four of us will also follow, that’s what i said yesterday. And such feeling is getting stronger today. Just as what maeno said, we talked about how we should stand on the stage today. A keyword, our share motive. Up till now, it naturally came to us. For example on the previous live it naturally came to us on our LINE group chat. We then just naturally agreed on it. And having a keyword/theme managed to bring us together as a group. “If the four of us are together we feel at ease” we talked earlier was also something like that. This time, actually until the day before, we had no such keyword. But that’s actually something to be grateful about. In the past there were a lot of things, a lot of stories and hardships that built up and naturally provided us with a keyword. But this time, when we realized it we have nothing like that. That means we’re just purely advancing towards the live. Rather than something like “Let’s beat something!”, it was purely “Let’s do the live!” kind of feeling. But in return, then it was hard to come up with a keyword. We were wondering if we should have one. The day before the live, this time too, Tatsuhisa started asking about it. I came up and say something like “Do you have a bit of time? Why don’t we gather and talk about it? It won’t take long” on our group LINE. Because the next day we have to wake up early, Maeno was about to stop us but suddenly he got no signal and it was unsent!” Maenu: “He said something like that on 12 pm when the day was about to change and we were all tired after practice!” Tattsun: “It can’t be helped! It crossed my mind when doing the rehearsal!!” Maenu: “So i was about to send a message about how we should just talk about it the day after, but suddenly i had no signal and it was unsent! Afterwards, the others were ready to do it so i have no choice but to erase that message.” Tattsun: “So that’s why! I thought it was rare for you to say nothing” Maenu: “And so in the end.. *gets it back to Morikubo*” Morikubo: “We ended up talking about a lot of things. Looking back at stuffs we’ve done in the past, and a lot more. And so a keyword was born. I won’t say it here. It’s the best to feel it through our performance. But there was talk about DVD just now, so maybe~ they will have a commentary video or something right? I’m not sure, i haven’t heard anything about it! But we stood onstage with that keyword on mind. I’ll be happy if each of you could feel it through our performances. And if someday the chance comes, we’ll talk about it there and not right now. This time we’ve done everything, the best of the best we could’ve done. We’re doing our best to chase after QUARTET NIGHT. If they move forward, we’ll do so too. We believe that all of you will take them even further. But Maeno, Aoi, Suzuki and Morikubo who are standing here right now, had done everything we could possible do. If you’re okay with us, if you’re okay with this kind of atmosphere and performance, the four of us will be more than happy to stand on the stage again! We’re serious about them. I’m sorry, but even if you try and search through the whole world, you won’t find someone who is as serious as we are toward them. Please believe in us for that matter! Please take them to the future. Will you show us the future?” (audience cheers) Morikubo: “Thank you! Thank you very much for today!” They then talked about how it’s not like them to be emotional. But then no one continued the convo bc they don’t want it to end and Morikubo was like ??!? Morikubo: “I understand that feeling! But! I’m not going to take up that offer again! I’ve became an adult” (He meant the scene on 1st live when they talked about not wanting it to end and he lay his body on the floor and sulked xD) And they finally got it into next song

23. GOD'S S.T.A.R The serifu at the beginning completely changed! *u* This song was so fun to do!!! The call and response was extremely fun and the hall was fully heated up by this song. It's probs hard to get the hype of this song if you haven't experienced this song live and only see this song on videos. BUT THIS IS the song that got the audience fired up/hyped more than any other song. The choreography was similar to QN 1st live and 6th live. I remember Maenu went down on his knees at some point at the reff and people around me went crazy over it!

Double encore I had feeling there would be double encore considering the amount of song they did plus they weren't changing into encore T-shirt on 1st encore. This time they had live t-shirt, Maenu wore camus prince parka on top of it. Day 1 Morikubo: “This is the first time we had double encore right? *audience cheers* Let’s go to the last song, the one that will unite all of us together. Let us begin!” *silent of other members xD* Morikubo: “Mmm?! We’re not starting?! You three had that kind of faces (of not wanting to start next song)” Tattsun: “If it’s possible i just want to get closer to everyone/audience”| Morikubo: “And now you’re saying something like that again~ Let’s do it shall we?” Day2 Morikubo: “Thank you for the double encore! I was worried all of you would just return home after that..” Morikubo: “It seems like we’re allowed to sing one more song!” Shoutan: “Yaay!” Tattsun: “There’s still that one song we haven’t sung, isn’t it?” Morikubo: “Let us sing that song! But please remember that when it comes to our feelings, we’re actually super ready to do another day or two!” Tattsun: “If it 's possible, to be honest i really want to do it” Morikubo: “We keep on talking about stuffs like that! But those feelings, please use that feelings to create a path to future!” And they started with the next song ;;

24. You're my life It seems like we need this song to end every QN solo con and i’m totally not complaining! They went around the hall with carts and the whole performance was similar with QN 1st live, except they were a lot cheerier and weren't crying that much?? (edit on 2nd day they did look teary) Since they were circling around, i also got the chance to see all of them up-close! ;; We were also singing lalalala part like in QN 1st solo con! I really love their smile at this song ;; they look like they were having tons of fun Audience also sang last "Kimi no moto ni todoke~" together and it was really touching. 2nd day "Kimi no moto ni todoke~~~~~~" was really long. On 2nd day i also remember the moment carts pass each other they did hi-touch with each other! tattsun and shoutan also had a hug? at one part

When they were doing the farewell greeting they went around like how it usually goes, fly to the future instrumental was playing on the background and the audience sang the "Fly to the future" part together ;; it was really touching!! At first day they weren't crying but i saw shoutan and maenu having teary eyes.

Day 2 Shoutan was crying a bit, at one point he was crouching down and hid his face. On 2nd day audience was singing along to fly to the future too and they took off their in-ear monitor to listen to our voices and they looked really touched by it ;; They hugged each other starting from tattsun and maenu and so on. I remember tattsun and shoutan hug was a bit longer bc shoutan got so emotional and tattsun comforted him and patted his head ;; Shoutan was tearing up but at last moment before stage closes he smiled and it was memorable. When the stage was closing shoutan dragged morikubo close to him and shoutan+morikubo+tattsun peek through the remaining open gap and at last seconds Maenu also went to the middle except i could only see his rings in dark xD Also, can you believe that all of us the audience keep on singing along to the instrumental ver of QN songs (god’s star) EVEN AFTER the live ended? That’s just how cooperative and interactive the audiences were for both days and It was a BLAST. I felt so glad to be able to take part on it. The audience was extremely passionate and i’m sure you’d be able to feel it too even through BD/DVD vids.

This felt awfully short compared to previous live maybe because the amount of the song! instead we got a lot of MCs tho. Utapri, thank you so much for getting all of these awesome people together. I can’t understand tbh, how did producer Agematsu gather four people whose voices blend like heaven even tho they have such a different voice characters...? Plus they also harmonize like heaven and perform really well.. I’m just so grateful I discovered such an amazing group.

(From Morikubo’s tweet!) Thank you so much for reading and i hope all of you love Quartet Night as much as i do ♡

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