#I can probably write the new lyrics but I would need a few days to figure out the right lyrics for Luigi to sing

[itsamenickname]

Can someone please recreate the "Peaches" scenes from the Mario movie, but instead of Bowser singing about Peach, change it to where Luigi is singing about Bowser?

[babushkatty]

Tranquil SAGAU - Part 6

-> Part 1

-> Part 5

With Dvalin gone, you were left basically homeless. Not that it was much of an issue, not really. The forests had been very kind to you -- you could easily live the life of a hermit if you so wished, without having to worry about food, water, shelter or animal attacks.

But it would also be horribly lonely. No compassionate silence, no background noise and buzz of other people scurrying around and going about their day without minding you, no one to speak to if you ever felt the need to.

You liked being alone, but you were still human and humans were social animals.

Soooooo, you promptly asked Crepus about working in his Winery in exchange for accommodations, because 'one that asks, does not stray'... or something like that anyways. Your sister always made her life that much harder because she outright refused to ask for help even when hopelessly lost or overwhelmed, so there must be something to the saying at least.

"You don't have to work to earn your keep, (Name). I'd be more than happy to house you as my guest for however long you want!" is what Crepus 'Sunshine Personified' Ragnvindr responded with.

Crepus used Puppy Eyes, it was super effective!

You laid defeated, a puddle of cuteness overload once again wishing for sunglasses to protect yourself from the blinding smiles and imaginary wagging tails.

Crepus was horrible for your heart.

Still, you would go insane if left with nothing to do for days at a time, so you went to turn the Ragnvindr library upside down with Crepus' blessing, a bunch of notebooks, a bunch of pens and a delusion that you'd do any actual studying in there.

This was Teyvat, but this wasn't Genshin Impact -- a library wouldn't have interesting lore, it'd have dry history and even drier geography, accompanied by boring economics and even more boring politics (which was a damn shame too, politics were so interesting when written right).

You never quite had a head for those, prefering subjects with more practical applications that could be practiced instead of having to be beaten into your thick skull until you memorized it just long enough to write the exam.

Though for some ungodly reason you still remembered that onions were actually leaves. It was one of the very few things you remembered from school, actually.

Probably the trauma speaking.

Still, you did find some interesting books - a diary speaking of the Decarabian rule, for example.

Today, I don my very own Windblume.

I can only hope Lord Decarabian never learns of its' significance.

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

The winds are particularly harsh today.

I am afraid, but I smile and play my lyre as if nothing were happening at all, like I always do.

Sometimes, I forget if what I do is to reasure the people or to delude myself that everything is as it should be...

Then again, does it matter when the result remains the same?

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

The people are growing restless.

Their yearning for freedom gave birth to a small wind spirit that seems fond of my playing. It is an adorable being, even if it has yet to communicate with us.

It remind me of a newborn puppy.

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

The people are planning a rebellion.

I want to help, but how can I? I am no soldier, my strength lays with the pen and the lyre, not with the sword.

Ragnvindr told me there was no need for more warriors, that I was doing enough by keeping the morale up with my performances... I am hesistant to believe him.

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

The little spirit has spoken for the first time today.

It said that it knew the song I was playing, despite it being a new piece I was in the midst of creating, and sang along to lyrics I had yet to write.

It was strange, but it made me happy nonetheless.

Perhaps I was strange too, for feeling that way.

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

You had a suspicion on who the author of the diary was by that point. Maybe Crepus would be open to giving this diary to Venti, instead of it gathering dust on the shelf?

Idly, you wondered how it had survived so long, but figured Ragnvindr and his descendants took good care of it.

I met Ragnvindr today.

Something compelled me to share my worries with him, even though I knew he had enough weight on his shoulders and I ought not to add more.

"If you cannot trust in yourself, then trust in me and my trust in you instead" he told me.

It helped.

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

Meetings regarding the rebellion are more and more frequent. Ragnvindr, alongside a man named Amos, have convinced the Gunnhildr clan to participate against all odds.

I can understand their hesitance. Should we fail to kill Lord Decarabian, their legacy would be no more.

I admire their bravery.

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

The wind has long since realized change is imminent, even when Lord Decarabian himself has not - the little spirit said so.

King of Gales indeed, even the wind has rebelled against him.

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

Ragnvindr speaks of a bad premonition.

In truth, my heart is uneasy as well, but how can I share those feelings with anyone but myself? It is not the time to bother others with my issues -- it is time to reassure everyone, to rouse their spirit and not to let fear take root even as they stand against a God. It is my duty as a bard and as a fellow rebel.

The Windblume feels particularly heavy as I write this.

I fear I will not live to see tomorrow's sunset, but I fear for my dearest friends and for Mondstadt even more.

.�� . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

My little spirit friend is still without a name.

I know it does not bother them, they are the wind itself after all, but I would still like to give them a name others can remember them by.

A name that they can remember me by once I pass on, selfish as it is to bind an immortal to a memory.

But I am selfish, even if Ragnvindr may see me as a paragon of virtue. I am a human and to be human is to be flawed. I am not ashamed of it, even if I often feel guilty for it.

Perhaps it will be the very last thing I achieve in this life of mine.

It is hard to name them.

I've thought of many names up until now.

Caelus. Liberius. Aella. Calliope. Achill. Carmine. Hilarius. Hanne. Zephyrinus. Dieter. Sascha. Scilla. Paulus. Notus. Veronica. Agna. Vergil.

Those are just a few of the ones I discarded.

None fit.

I can only hope the right name reveals itself when it is time.

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

That was the last entry.

You closed the diary and carefully put it aside.

☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* ✨ Author Note✨

It was not supposed to be mostly nameless bard POV via old diary.

It really wasn't.

Mans literally kidnapped the chapter entirely against my will while I was half asleep yesterday and attempting to write at nearly midnight and I was powerless to stop it, on god.

But hey, at least we got potential Venti bonding set up for the future?

I was planning for more fluff, but I also have no outline for this, so my chapters have a chance of getting kidnapped at any time.

✨BY THE WAY!!!!✨

The charm of spontaneous writing, I guess?

If you have something you want to happen - for example we're in the library right now, so maybe you want a book about a specific tidbit to appear - do let me know, maybe I'll write it in!

I had 2 tests and 1 retake yesterday and holy shit i got through all of them and tomorrow is last day of uni then it's ✨HOLIDAYS✨

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[burningcheese-merchant]

BurningCheese/GoldenSpice Playlist

Ok, time to stop being a bitch and post the ship playlist I keep harping on about already.

Gonna mark each song with an emoji to signify if it's meant to either be Burning Spice's POV (🔺) or Golden Cheese's (🧀). It's also going to be band/singer name first, song name second, for ease of understanding

Thank you to everyone who's reached out to me, both on here and on AO3, with song suggestions! A good chunk of these came from me myself, but a lot of people introduced me to plenty more songs that I loved and agreed suited these two perfectly. It's been fun putting a playlist together with this help, it feels like a fun group project now lol. (Hell, you guys are actually helping me think of new writing material. Music is a huge source of inspiration and creativity for me, as I'm sure you've noticed. In a way, you're all indirectly making fic requests lol)

You're all still more than welcome to keep shooting me song ideas to add, the playlist is ever-expanding! I'll just come back to this post and edit any new additions in. (This playlist is 3x longer than my PitayaFire one. I need you all to understand how big of a deal that is for me personally. I never thought I'd be this down bad for a ship besides that one. It's fucking surreal)

Some of it is meant to sound one-sided, others like it's a mutual love/relationship. I'll let you guess which is which lol. Now rock out to Evil Spice Man x Pretty Cheese Lady with me 🤘🤘🤘

Mindless Self Indulgence - Shut Me Up🔺

Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care🔺(with the Wild Spice crew as the backup singers!!!)

Mariah Carey - Obsessed 🧀

Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You🔺🧀

Lady Gaga - Bad Romance🔺🧀

Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)🔺

Mindless Self Indulgence - What Do They Know?🔺

Britney Spears - Toxic 🧀

Fish in a Birdcage - Rule #34🔺(this is also a great PureShadow song ngl. It's how it was first introduced to me, even lol)

Shayfer James - Filthy Habit🔺

King Gnu - SPECIALZ🔺🧀 (look up the English version of the lyrics. Very BurningCheese-core imo)

Mindless Self Indulgence - This Hurts🔺

Jack Black - Peaches🔺(shout out to the anon in my inbox who suggested this. Joke's on them, I had this on the playlist right from the start lolololololol)

Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine?🔺

Lady Gaga - Poker Face 🧀

Olly Murs (feat. Flo Rida) - Troublemaker 🧀

Rihanna - Where Have You Been🔺(fun fact: I had this playing on a loop as I wrote "Our Little Dance" to get into the Yandere Spice mindset lol)

Lady Gaga - Judas 🧀

Miike Snow - Genghis Khan🔺

The Orion Experience - Obsessed With You🔺(this song is just really funny. You can probably apply it to all Beast x Ancient ships tbh)

Nine Inch Nails - Closer🔺

Mindless Self Indulgence - 5TR82HE11🔺

Air Traffic Controller - This Is Love🔺

Bad Omens - THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND🔺🧀

Isabel LaRosa - favorite 🧀

Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch🔺(listen I imagined Spice singing this to Golden and just started howling with laughter, it's fucking hysterical ok)

ENHYPEN - Bite Me🔺

Scissor Sisters - I Can't Decide🔺(GC would sing a few parts tho)

5 Seconds of Summer - Teeth🔺🧀 (mostly Spice though)

Buerak - Культ Тела 🔺(look up English lyrics, very Yandere Spice coded. Thank you to the anon who suggested it)

Tom Lehrer - The Masochism Tango🔺

Lady Gaga - Disease 🧀

G-Eazy (with Halsey) - Him & I🔺🧀

Britney Spears - ...Baby One More Time🔺(imagine Spice singing this while stuck in prison. Please. He's singing and the other Beasts want to off themselves because it's so annoying and he won't stop. Please it is so funny. I have so much fun imagining this freak acting stupid-)

[ihave-atummyache]

i was never there

bang chan one shot/imagine

SFW but some allusions to NSFW activities.

toxic relationship! toxic!chan toxic!reader

summary: to everyone’s disapproval, you and chan just cant seem to leave one another alone.

1.2k words

Chan knows that the two of you breaking up was for the best. Your relationship was unstable and toxic, borderline obsessive. You both had become distant from important things in your life because all you cared about was each other.

If he knows that then why is he feeling so guilty about having someone else in his bed? Why does he feel guilty that it isn’t you in some foreign country with him instead of some girl he met at a bar? Why has he only been able to write the worst heart broken lyrics that he has ever thought of?

Despite his better judgement, after his hookup leaves, he sits up and grabs his phone. He unlocks it and instantly opens social media, hoping that you had posted something, posted anything, just so he could see your face.

He feels like he’s going crazy. He checks your social media at least 10 times a day. He doesn’t care if he’s the first view, he just needs to see you. He opens your profile and sees you posted a story and of course he opens it.

13 s ago

He chews his bottom lip as he analyzes the photo you had posted. It looked like you were having brunch and mimosas but that isn’t what bothered him. What bothered him was the fact that there was somebody sitting at the seat across from you.

There was another plate and another glass but the chair was empty, something you had purposely done to try to maintain your privacy, he assumes.

Maybe it’s the drinks he had earlier in the night or the post nut high but something makes him open his texts and message you, despite every fiber in his brain telling him not to.

Who are you with?

Why would he say that? Now he probably looks insane. But your response is almost instant, not even a minute later.

it’s almost 5 am over there. why are u up?

He chuckles at his phone. You’re right, it’s 4:47am where he is but he can’t help his stomach doing a flip at the thought that you know exactly where in the world that he is. It makes him feel slightly less crazy that you seem to have been watching him just as much as he has been watching you.

Keeping tabs on me now? He types the message and sends it before he thinks too much about it. This is the first time the two of you have talked in almost a month and he feels like he’s getting an adrenaline high.

Chan stands from the bed and heads to his bathroom before turning the shower on and staring at his phone as he waits for the water to heat up.

ik YOU aren’t talking about keeping tabs on anyone. somehow you see everything i post within a minute of it being posted. care to explain? He can sense your sassy attitude through the screen and smirks down at his phone.

I can’t miss you?

Risky. Risky reply and he knows it but its all or nothing at this point.

He sends the message before he can think too hard about it. He sees you’re typing then the bubble disappears. This happens a few times before he finally decides to get into the shower.

A few countries away, you’re staring down at your phone, debating how you should reply.

“I fucked up,” you glance up at your coworker, a new friend that you had made. She had listened to you rant and rant about your ex boyfriend and it had actually brought the two of you pretty close.

“What happened?” She raises an eyebrow at you as she takes another sip of mimosa. you let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair before sliding your phone across the table to her. She reads the messages quickly before shaking her head in disbelief.

“He is fucking insane. Are you going to reply?” her words linger in the air for a minute before you grab your phone and read over the messages again.

“Should I even reply? This is so toxic. I’m feeding into him. Fuck!” You drag your hand down your face, frustrated and the waitress returns to your table at the perfect time.

“Can we get another bottle of champagne?” You ask with a polite smile and she nods before walking away.

“Y/n, it’s 11 in the morning,” your new friend eyes you from across the table and you shrug.

“I’ve officially been driven to drinking. I just need to get drunk and then I’ll go home and fall asleep then I’ll wake up and text him back,” you nod at her and she chuckles but lets you continue drinking anyways. Your phone vibrates again on the table and you flip it over, Chan had texted you again.

“What did he say?” Your friend already knows who it is without you having to say a word. You lean forward and unlock your phone and your heart drops at the message.

Baby, I need you. I miss you. Come to the show in Seoul.

You choke on air and start coughing before sliding your phone to your friend so she can read the messages. Her jaw drops and just as she hands your phone back, a notification pops up at the top of your screen; an incoming call from ‘Christopher Bahng’.

Without thinking you answer the call, excusing yourself from the table and stepping onto the patio, right next to your table so your friend can still see you.

“Chris…” you breathe his name out, it feels like a stab to your chest when you hear him let out a breath on the other side.

“I’ve missed hearing you say my name. I miss you so much, baby. Did you see my message?” His voice is slightly slurred over the phone and you recognize the influence that alcohol probably has over this entire interaction but honestly, you don’t even care.

“I saw it. Chris I don’t think that’s a good idea-”

“I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not. I just need to see you. I’m going to lose my fucking mind if I don’t get to hold you soon,” his voice is desperate and you can hear how overcome with emotions he is.

“We aren’t together anymore. This is exactly why. We aren’t healthy for each other, baby. You know that,” the nickname slips from your mouth like a habit and you immediately gulp when you realize what you said.

“I don’t care. I don’t care about anything if you aren’t at my side,” his confession just further nails it into your head that the two of you aren’t good for each other. You chew on your lip, pulling your sweater tighter around yourself.

“Fine.” Before you realize it, you have agreed to see him, just one more time. This will be the final time, your final goodbye.

Or the cycle will start over and you’ll be back in the endless toxicity that you two have been in for a long time.

“God, I love you so much, y/n,” his voice is raspy and you can tell he’s getting tired.

“I know, Chris. Send me two tickets so I can bring my friend since you ruined our brunch,” you chuckle and you hear him laugh on the other end.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies and you feel your phone vibrate, probably the notification that he just sent you the tickets.

[chanswhxre]

Keep It Quiet pt. 2

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♡ Pairing : hyunjin + han jisung x reader

♡ Genre : smut , friends with benefits

♡ Word count : 2.8k+

♡ Warnings : 18+ NSFW, explicit sexual content, threesome, swearing, teasing, edging, oral (m. receiving) sex, protected sex, jisung is a whiny baby

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Your finals had just finished and Hyunjin invited you to eat to celebrate the end of your semester in college. You haven't seen each other for a month so you really missed him. You met him at a small restaurant situated in a basement where he suggested that it would be a quiet place and has good food. Good thing he dyed his hair a dark brown near black shade for an event he and Felix will attend or else it would attract too much attention like his previously red hair aside from his beautiful face, but the place wasn't packed at all considering it's 2 pm. Everyone is probably at work or school so it didn't really matter now that he dyed his hair but damn, he looked hot, especially with that new haircut.

"You were right! Their jjajangmyeon tastes amazing but I'm not graduating yet." You said since jjajangmyeon was always a must when celebrating graduations.

"I know but you are graduating next year anyways!" He grinned and slurped his noodles with gusto.

After the two of you finished eating, Hyunjin treated you to ice cream while walking down their neighborhood. Hyunjin was talking about his songwriting sessions. You heard his latest release, Ice Cream and he kept humming it while you were buying one at the convenience store which was cute that you sang the lyrics together. Right now, he was talking about a new sexy song that he's writing with Minho and Felix but he just couldn't get to think of more lyrics, how to make it sexy and enticing, and more importantly, how he can make STAY go feral.

"I just need to be in the mood to write lyrics, you know?" Hyunjin shrugged.

"Then watch porn or something." You chuckled as you licked your popsicle.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes as he bites the top of his ice cream.

"Mind you, I already watched a few sexy movies like fifty shades and wrote a few good lines," Hyunjin said.

The two of you arrived at their dorm. You plopped down on the couch as Hyunjin rushed to his room to get his lyric book. He quickly came back and plopped next to you showing the lyrics he wrote. You quietly read it, nodding in satisfaction.

"Wow, Hyun. I'm actually impressed." You praised him which earned you a stupid grin from him.

"Thanks." He giggled.

"Who were you thinking about when writing these lyrics, hm? Yeah, make you feel my love? Now you come and taste me now? " You teased.

"Oh, you know her very well." He smirked.

"Really? I can't quite picture her though?" You playfully said, playing dumb but you knew exactly who he was talking about.

He inched closer to you until his lips met your ear. You could feel his hot breath despite eating ice cream earlier.

"Well, for one she's super hot. There isn't a day where I wouldn't think of pinning her on the wall or bed and just ravish her." Hyunjin smirked and gave you a seductive look as he took a stray hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. "Second, she makes the hottest sounds ever. I could eat her all day just to hear those beautiful moans fall from her lips."

Hyunjin moved his hand to cup your cheeks and his other hand to your waist pushing you near him as he hovered over your lips.

"And lastly, she calls me Hyune every time she gets turned on. Oh, how I love it when she calls me Hyune." He growled and gave you an open-mouthed kiss.

Your cheeks were already burning, first from his words and now with his actions. You could feel your pussy clench on nothing when he moved his hand to squeeze your boob while he continued to swirl his tongue on yours and bit your lip.

"Hyune..not here." You said as you pulled away from the kiss.

"Why?" He pouted.

"We're in the dorm and in the living room at that." You explained, worried that someone might catch you doing stuff.

"No one's home. The three of them are at the studio right now. You know they come home late when they're working." He said as he tried to kiss you again.

"Let's just go to your room. Just to be safe." You suggested.

"Alright. Your wish is my command." He grinned and carried you bridal style. He walked to his room and closed the door using his foot and threw you on his bed, immediately crawling on top of you attaching his lips to yours. It was sensual yet a little rough just the way you like it. His hands started to roam around your body, squeezing your breasts, tracing your outline until he reached the hem of your shirt. He quickly pulled it up to reveal your black lace bra which earned you a stupid grin from him. Surely you don't wear it every day but you always come prepared every time you hangout with Hyunjin because there isn't a time he didn't want to fuck you whenever you're around.

"Like what you see, Hyune? That's all for you." You bit your lip seductively.

"Fuck. These are my favorite, let me see the whole package." He groaned. He immediately took his shirt off, then discarded your pants leaving you in your sexy, laced underwear, and went back to ravish your body. He pulled your bra up to reveal your boobs, your nipples already hard from all the kissing and touching. He continued peppering you with kisses and marking you, on your stomach, neck, and even on the side of your boob. "All mine." He growled.

Hyunjin went back to kissing you. He sucked your lower lip, then slipped his tongue into your mouth as he grinds his crotch against yours. You felt how hard he was already even without getting touched yet.

"Hyune..I want to taste that cock in my mouth." You whispered in between kisses that made Hyunjin smile.

He pulled himself up and removed his pants and underwear revealing his already rock hard cock. You led him to lean on his headboard and crawled up to him to straddle his legs. You took a minute to admire the masterpiece waiting for you with eyes looking at you with pure desire. You then slowly lowered your head to wrap your pretty lips around his big, flush cock leaking with precum.

"God." Hyunjin's breath hitched as you took all of him in your mouth.

You slowly bobbed your head up and down a few times before sucking on his tip and swirled your tongue around it making Hyunjin's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"You suck me so well, baby. God, I love that mouth of yours." He moaned when you hollowed your cheeks as you take him back in, letting him hit the back of your throat. It took everything in Hyunjin not to grab your hair and fuck your mouth raw, it has been a month since he was touched by you like this. You hummed deliciously around his cock and he was losing it.

"Like it so much, Hyune?" You seductively grinned at him as you lick his cock from his balls to the tip like a fucking popsicle then pumped it as you sucked his tip, keeping eye contact. Hyunjin's mouth dropped at the sight.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that." He moaned and this gave you an idea. You pumped his cock faster using your hand as you move your mouth in rhythm with your hand up and down which caused Hyunjin to tense as he's getting close. "No, no, stop please."  He panted and held your wrist. Hyunjin begging? That was new and you didn't know you were going to be turned on so much by that. You continued sucking on his length deliciously, edging him for the second and third time making him whine.

"I didn't know you were such a whiny baby, Hyune." You teased as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Oh shut up. It's been a month since the last time we did this." He rolled his eyes as he reached for a condom on his nightstand. "I can't imagine how Jisung's dealing with a dry spell as long as a whole fucking year. It's probably already getting to him he's been so grumpy lately."

"Why don't we give a little helping hand to Ji when the opportunity offers itself then." You smirked.

"Damn. I'm definitely up for that." Hyunjin nodded.

The two of you then heard someone come inside the front door since it gives a little ring sound when someone comes in which made Hyunjin give you the sshh signal.

"Did you lock the door?" You whispered while Hyunjin rolls his condom on his still hard cock.

"I don't think—"

The door then busted open and Jisung walked in, oblivious that you were there.

"Hyunjin-ah. I forgot my—holy shit." Jisung had entered the room and saw the two of you on Hyunjin's bed, you in your sexy black underwear while Hyunjin was fully naked with his cock out and standing as the two of you looked at your side to see him standing in the doorway.

"Is that—is that y/n?!" Jisung exclaimed as he looked back and forth between the two of you.

You looked at Hyunjin who was already giving you a devilish grin.

"Speaking of the opportunity. He's here." Hyunjin chuckled.

"What opportunity?!" Jisung asked.

Jisung's ears were red and you could see a bulge forming on his pants. A threesome wouldn't be so bad right now, right? After all, Hyunjin does keep on mentioning Jisung's dry spell for like a year already and it gave you the impression that Hyunjin was trying to hint at you to try and help Jisung out. You knew Hyunjin was possessive but he was literally willing to help a friend out. It must be that bad.

"Come join us, Jisungie. Let me help you with that." You said as you pointed to the bulge in his pants.

"Wha—this is crazy?" Jisung shook his head and tries to cover his hard on.

"If you don't want to join, then just watch me fuck the living daylights out of her from that door then." Hyunjin said.

He wasn't buying Jisung's act and he knows damn well Jisung was willing to drop everything to get a chance to be with you. He was hesitant but it's not like Jisung doesn't want to fuck you, it's just because the situation presented was oddly crazy. Him catching the two of you doing the deed he didn't know of in the first place. I mean, you've been friends with Hyunjin since middle school. Who would've thought right?

"Alright! If it's okay with y/n though.." Jisung said, avoiding your gaze obviously flustered.

"Stop with the drama and come here already! And lock the door." You huffed, sounding impatient.

Jisung quickly complied, locked the door, and took off his shirt which revealed a deliciously toned body that even your imagination couldn't give justice to. You could swear you were drooling over Jisung's chest and that stomach, God the things you want to do to him right now.

"You're drooling baby girl." Hyunjin smirked as he leaves trails of kisses on your neck.

"I can't help it." You bit your lip as Jisung kneels on the bed and levels with your face, his lips dangerously close to yours.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked.

"Just shut up and kiss me." You whispered and Jisung gladly obliged, your tongues dancing together in sync. You would be a liar if you said you didn't imagine how would Jisung's lips feel like. He's hot, and if given the chance to fuck, why wouldn't you take it? You're not committed to anyone anyways and Hyunjin was totally in on doing this.

You cupped Jisung's fluffy cheeks while you make out. Hyunjin is roaming his hands on your body and making his way to your soaked core and pulling your panties to the side so he can get access while nibbling on your neck. You unbuckled Jisung's belt and pulled his pants down leaving him with his black boxer briefs, his erection visible. You palmed him over it while he removed your bra and fondled your boobs. You felt him shiver under your touch and you wonder how long he would last.

A small moan escaped from your mouth when you felt Hyunjin's slender fingers circle your throbbing clit. You pushed Jisung softly to lean on the headboard then proceeded to make out with Hyunjin. Jisung was definitely enjoying the sight of his best friend making out with the pretty girl he's always had a crush on.

"How long have you guys been fucking, huh?" Jisung asked as he removed his boxers and started stroking his rock hard cock, already leaking.

"For a while now," Hyunjin answered with a smirk while you kiss his neck.

"I can't believe you were keeping the fun all to yourself." Jisung pouted.

"But I'm sharing now, aren't I?" Hyunjin said and swiftly removed your panties, exposing your bare body to Jisung.

"Well--holy shit." Jisung cussed as he feasts his eyes on your bare body. You crawled to him and lowered your head to his cock while your ass waved in the air. You replaced Jisung's hands with yours and started stroking him slowly then licked the tip. "Fuck,"

Jisung trembled as you bobbed your head up and down. Hyunjin slapped your ass and aligned himself to your cunt, he couldn't wait much longer to feel your warmth wrapped around his cock and you were already sopping wet and ready for him now. You moaned as he filled you up causing vibrations to Jisung's cock.

"Fuck, so tight as always." Hyunjin moaned as he slowly pushes inside of you, filling you up and then, started to move. You bobbed your head in rhythm with Hyunjin's thrusts. You quickened your pace as Hyunjin did but Jisung held your wrist to stop you. You popped his dick out of your mouth and looked at him.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Don't..want to cum..yet." Jisung panted, his face already fucked out even without cumming yet.

"Sure..baby..let's just get you..on the..edge." You said in a broken sentence since Hyunjin was pounding into you like a maniac.

You went back to stroking his cock, slowly picking up the pace. Jisung's cock twitched with your touch and you knew he was close too so you stopped all your ministrations which caused him to whine, you repeated the same deed twice making him beg for release now.

"I think you're being too cruel to him, baby girl," Hyunjin smirked as he withdrew his cock from you and took a condom from his nightstand to give it to Jisung. Hyunjin said and removed his condom. You rolled the rubber on Jisung's dick and straddled him, your dripping cunt hovering over his cock.

"Time to break the spell, baby." You said and he nodded fervently. You lowered yourself on his cock and damn, he filled you up so well which made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Fuck yes, you feel so wet, tight, and warm. Better than what I've imagined" Jisung moaned. His hands held your ass as you moved up and down on his cock. Hyunjin stood beside you and you took his dick into your hands and stroked it.

"Try playing with her clit, see what that does to her." Hyunjin suggested, oh how he knew what made you crazy. Jisung moved his hand to play with your clit using his thumb, circling and rubbing it which made you let out the loudest, sultriest moan ever. It made you shiver under Jisung's touch and he was all for it. You were close and Jisung was thrusting harder and you knew he wasn't going to last long as well.

"Jisung, I'm close.." You pant.

"Come on, baby. Cum for us." Hyunjin encouraged you, 

Jisung wrapped his arm around your waist and pounded into you so fast, so hard as his other hand continued rubbing your clit pushing you over the edge.

"Cumming!" You screamed as you came so hard you swear you were seeing stars as your walls fluttered around Jisung's cock and that was enough to make him cum, he let out a guttural moan and his eyes screwed shut. The sight of it made Hyunjin cum on your boobs, painting your glistening skin white. 

As you all came down from your highs, Hyunjin fell limp on the bed, sprawled out and panting. Jisung gave you a kiss before lifting you off of his dick and laying you on Hyunjin's small bed.

"We should do this again sometimes." Jisung chuckled.

"Definitely. You g with that, y/n?" Hyunjin asked.

"You kidding me? We should do this more often." You let out a satisfied sigh.

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 0.4

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which the tour begins and though anakin is excited to be back on stage, he already misses having you there with him, and this results in him spending his last night with you by loving on you in every possible way.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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“I think we’ve narrowed it down to three options,” Vinny tells Helena and sits next to her, his phone in his hand as he scrolls through the Instagram pages of each potential photographer. “How’d we do?”

Helena hummed as she scrolled through the pictures. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She teased as she paused on one of the pages. “What about this girl?”

Anakin leaned over and saw that she had the Instagram account named elizaphotography open. “She’s my first choice,” he announced before going back to writing down lyrics to a song that’s been stuck in his head all day. “I don’t know about the other guys.”

“Yeah, I liked her, as well,” Theo agrees. 

“Me too,” Helena says and hands Vinny back his phone. “So if she wasn’t your first choice, you’re outnumbered, Vin.”

Vinny scoffs as he shoves his phone into his pocket. “I chose her, too,” 

“Perfect, it’s settled,” Helena claps as she stands up. “I’ll arrange an agreement with her and get her signed onto the tour, which is two days away, if you weren’t aware.”

Anakin felt his heart skip a beat at that. 

Two more days with you at home, then another day stuck on the bus.

He really wanted you with him the whole time, but he also wasn’t about to go back on his words and ask you to give up a great career opportunity just so you can watch him from backstage. “We’re aware, thanks,” he mumbled and felt the eyes of all three of them stare at him, but he just continued writing lyrics that were quickly beginning to sound like a straight up love letter addressed to you. 

“Alright,” Helena says and Anakin misses the weary look she shares with the guys before backing away. “Just making sure. Get some good sleep these next couple of nights, guys. You’ve got a busy three months ahead of you.”

She leaves after that, and Anakin quickly begins to feel a bit bad, but he liked to think his harsh words were justified. “Hey, man,” Vinny says and places his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “You okay?”

He nods, closing the book and standing up, giving his two friends an apologetic smile. “Yeah, I’m good,” he answers. “I think I’ll go home early today, if you guys don’t mind. I still need to pack a few things, and I’ll probably forget to do it later on.”

That sounded reasonable, right?

“Sure, man,” Theo says and stands up as well. “You go home, Vin and I will catch up with you in a bit.”

Vinny nods and gives him an over-exaggerated smile, successfully making Anakin laugh as he walks towards the door that Helena left through not even a minute earlier. “Thanks, guys,” he says, grateful that they seemed to understand him better than he thought they would. As he heads towards the exit, he takes his phone out of his pocket and dials your number, bringing the phone up to his ear as he waits for you to pick up. 

“Hi, Ani,” your way too kind voice greets him, and he felt better already. 

“Hi, princess,”

“What are you guys up to?” He could hear you rummaging around with something in the background, and he really wanted to be home with you right now. “Making more hit songs? Preferably about me?”

Your soft laugh met his ear and he refrained from groaning. “All our songs are about you,” he reminds you as he leaves the building the studio is in. “Perks of being the lead songwriter.”

You laugh again and he could picture your pretty smile without even trying to.

“But, no,” he answered. “I’m on my way home.”

“Oh,” you sounded surprised but also a bit happy at the news. “Early day today?”

“No, I just miss you,” and then he was once again picturing your small smile he knew was just for him.

-

“Are you sure you have everything?” You ask Anakin for the third time as he stuffs his headphones into his bag. 

“Yes,” he answers for the third time and turns to face you. “Do you have everything? Still have that email saved that proves you’re a student there and get to take advantage of the student housing on campus?”

“Yes,” you say and kiss his cheek. “Bye, bedroom. See you in three months.” 

You wave goodbye to yours and his room before heading towards the door, and he is convinced there is no one in the world who is cuter than you. 

After locking the door, Anakin takes your hand in his as the two of you make your way towards the elevators. The whole ride down, as well as the short walk to the side of the apartment building, he didn’t loosen his grip on you for a second. 

You weren’t complaining one bit, nor could you blame him for wanting to touch you as much as possible right now. You weren’t doing much better. 

After getting a drive to the airport you meet up with both the guys, who had arrived a bit earlier. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Theo smiled at you when you and Anakin approached the bag check area. They both already had their bags checked, so they were just waiting on the two of you. “Nice to see you.”

You smile at him as Vinny looks up from his place on the uncomfortable airport chair. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, especially after the torture you two put us through on the bus last time, but I’m glad you’re here,” he says and you laugh quietly. “This guy has been acting like a depressed teenage boy ever since you got accepted into that program. Been a real downer.” He points at Anakin with a smirk.

Laughing again, you press yourself against your boyfriend’s side as he glares at his friend. “Shut up, Vin,”

“Be nice,” you lightly slap his chest as he pulls you closer to him. “In all honesty, I haven’t been acting any better.”

Vinny nods. “Fair,” was all he said before he looked back down at his phone.

You lean up and kiss Anakin’s cheek, moving to pull away from him when he tugs you back against his side and kisses you properly. Stepping away with a laugh, you hold out your bag to him with a soft pout. “Get this checked for me?”

He takes it from you without question and kisses the side of your head before walking towards the screening section, leaving you to stand with Theo. 

“Hey, I’m not sure how much you wanted me to know, if at all, but Anakin told me about your mom,” you start and move closer to him. Theo tenses up at that and leans against the wall. “I’m really sorry to hear that she’s sick. How are you doing?”

He sighs and shrugs. “I don’t care that he told you, don’t worry,” he said. “I figured he would, so it’s fine. I’m fine, too.”

You nod, pursing your lips as you think about what to say next. It was clear that he wasn’t, but you weren’t about to call him out on it. That was Vinny’s thing. “Okay,” you murmur, reaching over and squeezing his shoulder. “If there is anything at all I can do, just let me know.”

Theo gives you a semi-forced smile as he nudges your side with his elbow. “Thanks, Y/n/n,” he mutters. “I’m good for now. Promise.”

“Okay,” you repeat and smile teasingly at him. “Are you ready for round two of tour life?”

He smiles, too, and gives you a hesitant nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered. 

“You’ll be great,” you assure him as Anakin walks back over to you. “You’ll all be great.”

“You’re sweet,” Vinny says as he stands up. “Far too nice for our boy Anakin here.”

Anakin gives him a blank look and you have to hold back a laugh. “Where’s your girlfriend, Vinny?” He asked as he laced his fingers with yours. “We’re going to be late.”

Vinny rolls his eyes and looks behind you. “Right there,” he replied as Clara rushed over to you after getting her bag checked. “Hey, babe.”

“Hi!” She says back, out of breath as she smiles at you. “I’m so sorry I took so long getting here. I had to order an Uber and the traffic was crazy.”

“You’re fine,” Anakin says as you all begin to walk towards the loading bridge. 

After giving the lady your tickets you were left to board the plane and sit for the next eleven hours. The whole ride there Anakin somehow managed to sleep peacefully with his head on your shoulder while you watched the entirety of the Scream franchise.

You ended up sleeping through most of the third one, but other than that, you didn’t get nearly as much sleep as Anakin did. He was a bit groggy because of it as the five of you made your way through the London airport. Helena was waiting for you when you made it outside, and the sight of the tour bus brought back so many memories from the last tour, it had your hand tightening around Anakin’s as he guided you towards it.

“Alright, guys,” Helena said excitedly as you all got onto the bus. “And girls. Are you ready for your show tomorrow night?” 

Theo tossed his bag onto the top bunk before sitting on the small couch that was next to the even smaller table. “So ready,” he answered with a certain amount of enthusiasm that gave away the fact that he was playing it up a bit. He was excited, sure, but he would rather be at home and helping his sister take care of his mom, but he knew what he was getting into when he joined this industry. 

It truly didn’t wait for anyone. 

“I was waiting for the day we got to go on tour again,” Vinny says as he heads towards the back of the bus and throws his bag onto the double bed. “Just didn’t realize it would come this quick.”

Helena nods as she sits down at the table. “This is all very fast-paced, I know,” she agreed. “How ‘bout you, Anakin? Are you ready?”

Anakin pulls you with him towards the bunk as he nods. “I’m ready,” he says and sets his bag down on the ground, turning to take yours from you and set it down as well. “I’m not ready to say goodbye to this one, though.”

You laugh as he pulls you against his chest. “‘This one’?”

“Yeah,” he states. “This one.”

Shaking your head, you look down at the bottom bunk. “We’re both supposed to fit in that bed?” You ask and he nods, looking over at the small bed as well. “Not sure how that’s going to work. Unless I sleep completely on top of you.”

Anakin smirks and slides his hands lower down your back, seeming to not care at all about the four other people around. Five if you counted the driver. “That’s the plan, baby,” 

You roll your eyes and push him away from you. “You’re such a guy,”

He laughs loudly as he moves to lay down on the bottom bunk, his hand finding yours as he tugs you down as well. “C’mere,” he mumbles. “Let’s see if we fit.”

You huff as you move to lay on top of him, his hands finding their home on your hips almost instantly. “Wow, would you look at that,” you mutter as you settle against him. “We fit.”

Anakin hums, kissing your lips quickly. “It’s you and me,” he points out. “Of course we fit.”

You smile and kiss him again before moving to rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Does this remind you of anything?” He asks as he runs his hands up and down your back.

“Us,” you answer. “Circa…..less than six months ago?”

“Feels like it was yesterday,” he grins. “It also reminds me of when you and I fell asleep on the upstairs couch at my parents house after we threw that graduation party.”

“Oh, my God,” you whine, burying your face against his neck. “Your mom was so mad about that. She came home and the house was a mess.”

“Hey, she said she wouldn’t be back for another three days. I would’ve had plenty of time to clean it up had she stuck to her word,”

“We would’ve,” you pointed out, brushing your nose along his jawline. “I love you, Ani, but we both know you’re awful at cleaning.”

“True,” he agreed. “But that didn’t stop my mom from sending you home and making me clean the entire house by myself while I nursed a hangover.”

You laugh and move to lay half on top of him and half on the small amount of space left on the bed. “It feels like it’s been years since we were in high school,” you admit quietly as Theo and Helena fell into a hushed conversation. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what Vinny and Clara were up to. 

Anakin hummed and you felt the vibrations of it against the side of your face. “It has been years,” he mumbled, his voice giving away the fact that he was tired, despite sleeping for most of the flight. “It’s been almost three since we graduated.”

“I know, but it feels like it’s been way longer than that,” you murmur, tracing the tip of your index finger along the various shapes on his shirt. “Maybe it’s just me. I feel like I haven’t slowed down in so long. It’s been one thing after the other since we finished high school.”

He hums again, turning on his side and draping his arm over your waist. “I know,” he says quietly. “I’m to blame for most of it, I know that. I’m sorry it’s been crazy ever since the guys and I released that first song.” 

You shake your head and press your body against his. “I wouldn’t change a thing, Ani,” you promise, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. “I’m just hoping we get some time to ourselves after this. Is that selfish to want? Considering we’ve been spending almost all of our time together since we were seventeen?” 

He shakes his head this time and pulls you closer to him. “No,” he states. “It’s not selfish, baby, because I want it, too.”

You smile up at him, wondering how he was able to assure you so easily with the simplest of words. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I want to spend days on end with you in our apartment, in our bed, and not have to worry about anything else all day long.”

You groan and the sound goes straight to his dick, but he did his best to push away the dirty thoughts about you in his head. While you and he weren’t very quiet last time on tour, you also had a whole part of the bus to yourselves, and fucking you on the bottom bunk while Theo slept above him was a bit much, even for him.

“Sounds perfect,” you practically moan and Anakin really had to put in the effort to stop the blood from rushing to the lower part of his body. 

“You should try to sleep,” he changed the subject in an attempt to stop himself from thinking about all the ways he could take you right now. “I know you barely slept on the plane.”

You huff out a laugh, settling against him. “You did enough of that for the both of us, don’t you think?”

He smirked. “That’s the best sleep I’ve gotten while not in an actual bed,” he argued but you just shook your head. “It’s late, pretty girl, and we’ve got a long day tomorrow. You should try to get some sleep.”

“I’ll sleep in a bit,” you say and rest your head on his chest. “Right now I just want to lay with you.”

And Anakin would never complain about laying with you for as long as you wanted, because it was something he wanted, too.

So, he stayed in the bunk with you for a couple of hours before you both changed into more comfortable clothing, and then you were right back in the bed together. 

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep in this bed by myself once you’re gone,” he confessed quietly, not wanting to wake up his sleeping bandmates. “Now that I know we fit perfectly together on it, it’ll be hard to get used to not having you in my arms.”

“Easy,” you warned just as quietly. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll end up staying with you instead of doing this program.”

“Maybe that’s my plan,” he joked, but he quickly realized how serious his words actually are. You didn’t need to know that, though. “I’m proud of you, you know that?”

You nod, kissing his neck and closing your eyes. “I know. And I’m proud of you, too. And I love you,”

His lips found yours in the dark bus, and he kissed you more than a few times before pulling your body right up against his. “I love you,” he swore, wrapping his arms securely around you and feeling the way you relaxed completely against him as you fell asleep. 

-

“Hi,” an unfamiliar voice said from behind Anakin. He turned around and looked up from his crouched position as he tuned the string of his guitar, his eyes meeting ones of a girl he’s never seen before. 

There were a few hours left before he was set to go out on stage, and he was currently going over the standard soundchecks backstage. 

“Hi,” he trailed off, trying to think of where he could’ve seen this girl, because it was clear that she was here for a reason, and it seemed like she knew him. 

“Oh, right, sorry,” she laughed, lifting her hand revealing an expensive looking camera. “I guess since there aren’t any photos of me on my Instagram, you wouldn’t have recognized me from anywhere. I’m Liz, your band’s new photographer.”

She held her hand out to him and Anakin straightened up a bit but stayed in his knelt position. “Oh, hey,” he greets in a much more friendly tone. He shook her hand briefly before going back to working on his guitar. “Yeah, I had no idea what you looked like, just what your Instagram shows. Your pictures are good.”

Liz’s face tints pink a bit as she holds up her camera. “Thank you,” she smiles. “I can’t wait to start taking some for you and your band.”

Anakin laughs as he glances up at her. “I wouldn’t call it my band,” he brushes off her words. “We’re a team.”

“You’re the lead singer and lead songwriter, right?” She smirks as she plays with the settings on the camera. When Anakin hesitantly nods, her smirk grows. “So it’s your band.”

“Not really,” he tries again but shuts up when she brings the camera up to her face.

“Mind if I get some behind the scenes pictures of you?”

Anakin looks down at his ripped tee and worn jeans with a frown. “I look kinda bad right now,”

Liz scoffs. “You look hot,” she grins when he looks up at her. “You’re in your element. The fans will go crazy for it. They want to see you in a natural setting, one where you’re not trying to look good but somehow managed to anyway.”

“Right,” he laughed. “If you say so.”

“You know I’m right. Now smile,” he did as he was told and waited until Liz had taken at least ten photos of him before turning away and focusing on the strings of his guitar. “Thanks. I’ll see you later...in action.”

When he heard her begin to walk away, Anakin lifted his gaze again and watched as she wandered off towards the exit. There was something about her that he couldn’t quite place his finger on, but it was weird. He knew that much. 

But he also didn’t want to judge her after one interaction with her.

Shaking his head, he goes back to tuning the strings and takes another ten or so minutes doing that before setting it aside and pulling out his phone. When he opened his Instagram app, he was met with the picture Liz had just taken of him not too long ago. 

It was already edited to make it look a bit more HD and vibrant, and he wondered how she had managed to do that and post it so quickly. It was captioned ‘One of many to come. Here’s a sneak peak of Anakin before tonight’s show in Manchester! I’m beyond excited to go on this journey with you.’, and she had tagged both his account and the band’s. 

It already had over fifteen thousand likes, and after scrolling through her other posts, he realized that the simple picture of him was her most popular upload already. He couldn’t lie, she was quite talented, and if her posting him was what got her stuff out there, he was more than okay with that. 

Still looking at his phone, he missed the way the door to the parking lot opened and how you quickly made your way over to him. “Ani,” you call and he looks up instantly, rising to stand just as you throw yourself into his arms. 

You kissed him before he could say anything, and he was helpless in fighting off the smile that took over his lips. “Baby,”

You grin at him. “I saw that picture your photographer posted,” you tell him and Anakin could immediately hear the way your voice changed into one he’s heard you speak in way too many times to count. “You looked so hot, I had to come see you for myself.” 

He laughed, holding your waist with both hands. “She’s quick with it, huh? I guess we made the right choice,”

You nod and kiss him again. “So you’ve met her? Officially?” You ask and he nods, running his hands up and down your sides. “Damn, I wanted to meet her before tonight, too.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to talk to her before the show,” he offered as he leaned down and kissed your neck. “You look so pretty.”

You scoff and glance down at the simple white dress you wore, the contrast to his fully black outfit and how different your styles were more evident than ever. “Please,” you laugh. “I don’t even have my makeup done. I was in the middle of it when I saw the post and had to run across the parking lot to come see you.”

“Ah,” he hums, pulling back with a smirk. “So that’s why you’re all hot and bothered.”

“Nope,” you shake your head, glancing around the backstage area before shamelessly gripping the front of his jeans. “You’re why I’m all hot and bothered.”

“Y/n,” he warned as he looked over to see a bunch of the stage crew members scurry around in an attempt to get things ready for the show. “Don’t make me take you right back to that tour bus when I’m supposed to be getting ready for the show.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you tease back, pulling your hand away. “I gotta finish getting ready, and so do you. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He nods, grabbing your hand when you begin to move away from him and pulling you back in for a deep kiss. “See you soon,”

And then you were on your way with a shy smile on your lips, and he was left with a semi hard-on as he helped get the stage set up. It wasn’t part of his job, and there were professionals there to do it for him, but he needed the distraction to help rid him of your effects on him. 

Since you were now in London, Anakin had gone out of his way to book a hotel room for tonight so he can spend his last night with you alone and in an actual bed. Your dorm was about an hour away from tonight’s venue, so you came up with the plan to catch a ride the rest of the way tomorrow morning while Anakin left for the rest of the tour. 

The fact that he had less than twenty four hours left with you did the trick and he was no longer sporting a semi.

Hours go by and it’s finally time for him to go back on stage for the first time since the last tour. Yeah, it was only a few months ago, but Anakin couldn’t deny how much he missed performing. And he couldn’t deny how much he loved seeing you in your personal spot backstage. 

Before he joined the other guys on stage, he stopped next to you with his guitar strap around his body. He pulled you towards him and kissed you hard, grinning when you pulled back and murmured, “Have a good show, Ani,”

That was all he needed to hear as he made his way out on stage, and the loud cheers of the fans had both of you smiling. 

You stand next to Clara as Vinny introduces the band from his place behind the drumkit, and she was as antsy as you were the first time you saw them on stage. 

A flash goes off next to you and you turn, noticing a girl in her late twenties holding up a camera and taking pictures of the guys in various angles. “Hey,” you call out over the beginning chords of Dirty Little Secret. The girl looks over at you with an unreadable expression, making your smile drop a bit. “You’re Liz, right?”

“That’s right,” she yells back, stepping towards you with a small smirk. “And you are…?”

You furrow your brows, assuming she already knew who you were since she was told to look into the band she would be working with, and you weren’t exactly missing from Anakin’s Instagram. He only had two posts now, the one with you, and the shirtless picture of him from the SLACKERS shoot. He posted that one mainly for you, since you so sweetly asked him to. 

“I’m Y/n,” you say and nod towards your boyfriend. “Anakin’s girlfriend.”

“Right,” she dragged the word out as she lifted the camera again. “I knew you looked familiar. Saw you on his Instagram. You guys are cute.”

The way she said that had you narrowing your eyes as she moved past you and towards the stairs that lead to the mosh pit. She didn’t give you the chance to respond, but she was also technically working, so you didn’t really get too annoyed. 

You turn back towards the stage and heat up at the thin layer of sweat that had already settled on Anakin’s skin. His outfit was simple; black jeans, a vintage tee and black converse, but fuck did it get you going. 

As he sang the song he wrote way back when the two of you first got together, you had to stop yourself from moaning out loud at how good your boyfriend looks. Realistically, no one would hear you if you were to slip up and moan, but you also didn’t want to take that chance. A bit hypocritical since you used to receive a lot of dirty looks back on campus after spending hours on end with Anakin in bed, but you couldn’t be blamed. Anakin was beyond attractive, and those walls were far too thin. 

Even though you had pretty much the best view, you were still excited to see the HD pictures Liz took once the show was over. She seemed relatively nice and career focused, and you could only assume that the two of you would get along. Sure, you wouldn’t see much of her since this is your last day on the tour and this is her first, but the potential of a possible friendship forming between you was definitely there. 

The show went on for nearly two hours before the guys were bidding their London fans a goodbye and leaving the stage, all three of them pumped up on adrenaline. Vinny is pretty much all over Clara, and Anakin is no better. After handing off his guitar, his hands find your hips and he pulls you against his sweat coated body. 

You didn’t mind at all, and you were actually having a hard time resisting poking your tongue out and licking a line up his neck. “You guys were amazing,” was all you managed to get out before his lips were on yours. He pressed you against the recently unplugged speaker, his hands bunching up the fabric of your flimsy blue dress. “Ani.”

“I love that sound,” he muttered, kissing you again. “I love this color on you, too. This dress is so pretty, baby.”

You hold back a moan and tangle your hands in his hair. “Anakin,” you said breathlessly. “Let’s get out of here, please?” 

He groaned, kissing along your exposed shoulder. “Let’s go find out how this dress looks on the hotel room floor,” he suggested, pulling away and taking your hand in his as he led you towards the exit. 

The hotel was a short five minute drive away from the venue, so Anakin just flagged down a cab after grabbing your things and his bag. On the ride there, he sent a quick text to the guys and Helena that told them he would meet up with them the following morning at whatever place they decided to station the bus at for the night. 

Then he was pulling you along with him as he took the room key from the lady at the front desk. He barely had the door labeled 306 shut fully before he was pressing you right up against it, his mouth covering yours and his hands gripping the backs of your thighs after you both dropped your bags. “Anakin,” you gasp quietly as he lifts you up. “Please.”

He hummed into the kiss, only breaking it to murmur, “We’re going to take our time tonight, princess,” he rasped, sliding his hands under your dress and gripping your ass. “I’m going to make you feel so good for hours.”

“Ani,” you whined against his mouth, holding onto his hair as he pulls you away from the door and moves towards the bed. You moan as his hands knead your soft skin before he sets you down on the floor just in front of the bed. “I need you.” 

“I need you, too,” he says back, kissing along your shoulders and pushing down the straps of your dress. “I always need you. Remember that, princess.”

You nod as he slides your dress down your body and lets it fall to the floor. When his hands grip your thighs again, you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him, clinging onto him as he lays you down on the bed. 

It was nearing midnight, and even though you both have an early day ahead of you tomorrow, the fact that this was your last night together before being separated was hanging heavily at the front of your minds.  

Anakin kissed all along your neck and shoulders as if he was trying to burn the feeling of you into his mind. He was savoring the feeling of your soft skin against his lips as if this was the last time he’d ever experience you, but he knew that was far from the truth. 

You are undeniably and completely his, much like how he is yours. 

“You’re so good to me, Ani,” you praise as he kisses down your body, his fingers gently kneading you through your bra. “I don’t deserve you.”

He shook his head as he pressed a kiss to your hip. “You’ve got it wrong, pretty girl,” he said, running his nose along your pretty pink and lacy panties. “I don’t deserve you. I’ve done nothing in my life that has ever made me deserve you.”

You pout. “You write songs about me,”

“Yeah, but that began happening after I met you. Before I was just a dumb band geek who could hardly keep up with the rest of them,” 

Your mind goes back to the early days of yours and his relationship, back when you were part of the school’s book club and he was part of the school’s band. Realistically, the two of you should have never met because you were so different from one another, but you were beyond glad that you did.

You were sure there was no better person for you than Anakin Skywalker, and you didn’t want the chance to even try to prove yourself right. 

“Look at you now,” you grin. “You’re living out your dream. And you were never dumb.”

Anakin laughed as he kissed your inner thigh. “Maybe not, but you were always a hell of a lot smarter than me,” he pointed out and traced the lining of your bra with his index finger. “And it’s only a dream because you’re right here with me.”

Your face heats up and you bite down hard on your lip, his words sending a jolt of need through your body. 

His hands gently tug the lace down your legs and drop them to the floor, his mouth moving to wrap around your bundle of nerves. You grab his left hand and tangle your fingers together, bringing your joined hands up to your lips and pressing a kiss to the bumpy skin of his newest tattoo for you.  

You place his hand on your chest and he gets the hint immediately, curling his fingers and stroking your nipple through the thin material of your bra as he licks a stripe up your folds. 

“Anakin,” you whine, trying to close your legs but he was relentless as he pushed them back down. “I want you.”

He lifts his head, his mouth glistensing from both his spit and your juices. “I want you, too, pretty girl,” he promised, using his free hand to fuck his middle and index finger into you. “But we’re going slow tonight, the way we both need it.”

You whine again as his mouth returns to your clit, his tongue tracing the letters of his name onto it in time with the thrusts of his hand. Your hand tangles in his hair while your other one fumbles with the clasp of your bra. Once you pull it from your body, Anakin’s fingers go right back to pinching and pulling at your hardening peaks, the feeling of it only making the fucks of his hand that much more intense. 

“Are you going to get me off with your mouth, Ani?” You ask so innocently, despite you literally asking if he was going to make you come with just his tongue and fingers. 

He groaned against your core, the vibrations traveling right up your body and making you squirm a bit. “Yeah, princess,” he answered, slowly fucking his digits in and out of you. “I’m gonna get you off with my mouth.”

You moan loudly and arch your back a bit, placing your hand over his in a tight grip. “Fuck,” 

He smirked and brought his tongue back to your folds, where he fucked you with it right alongside his fingers. “You want it?” He teased, unable to stop himself from getting you to say more and more filthy things that always sounded so sweet coming from you. 

And, of course, you give in to him without any hesitation. “I want it,”

“Let me taste you, pretty girl,” he nearly begged and roughly thrusted his hand. “All over my tongue.”

He sunk the wet muscle into your core and thrusted it a few times. That was really all you needed as your stomach tightened and your back arched. “Ani, oh, God,” you cry out as the knot that had been quickly building up snaps and unravels. 

Anakin greedily cleans up any evidence of your release, slowing down the sharp fucks of his fingers before pulling them out of you completely. He sits back on his knees as he sucks the digits into his mouth, all while keeping eye contact with you. 

Your eyes are blown wide as you watch him pop his fingers out of his mouth before he moves onto ridding himself of his shirt. His bare chest next to his ink covered arm had your mind blanking for a second or two as you were hit with an overwhelming feeling of need for the man in front of you. 

His hand slides up your leg and bends it at the knee, using very little strength to pry your thighs apart so he can stare at your sopping entrance. You writhe and bite down hard on your lip, and his smirk makes your heartbeat quicken. “Move back, princess,” he demands in a deep voice and you oblige right away.

You move back and lean against the ridiculous amount of pillows that were propped against the headboard. Your hands tug on his jeans as you whine quietly, your mind a lust-filled mess at this point. “Take them off,” you beg and he laughs. 

He unzips the black material and kicks them off his legs. They join the growing pile on the floor as he hovers over you and grunts at the way you grab his hand and suck his thumb into your mouth. “You’re so hot,” he muttered as he settled between your legs. 

“Don’t talk to me about who’s hot when you’re literally the most attractive man on the entire planet,” you say and pull him down on top of you. 

Anakin laughs again and grinds his still clothed front against your bare one. “You always know just what to say to make me feel special, baby,” 

You lean in and kiss him hard, tugging on his hair as you did so. “You are special,” you mumble and kiss along his jawline. “Don’t ever forget that.”

He hummed and moved his head down to suck another mark onto your shoulder, wanting all of the guys in your program to see that you were taken and that they shouldn’t even bother wasting their time. “I want you,” he rasped, kissing you again and noisily pulling away. “Are you ready for me?”

“Always,” you answer without hesitation. 

He grins and kisses you again while you take it upon yourself to rid him of his boxer briefs. Your previous release made it easy for him to slide into your core, and the two of you share a moan as he pulls away from the kiss. “Fuck,” he groaned and pressed his head against the side of your neck. 

You were still a bit sensitive, but you were also far too gone to wait any longer. Tangling your hands in his hair, you tug at the slightly long strands as he pulls out halfway before sinking back into you. “Ani,” you whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“I know, baby,” he mumbles and peppers kisses along your neck and shoulders as he begins thrusting into you at a slow pace. He was painfully hard and his body was begging him to go fast, but he didn’t want this night with you to end anytime soon. “You feel so good.”

Like always.

Your sweet moans sound throughout the hotel room as he slowly and sharply fucked into you. Your walls took every inch of him greedily, and the tightness of them had Anakin grunting quietly under his breath. 

Wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders, you bring your mouth to his in a surprisingly delicate kiss, despite the current circumstances. Your lips mesh together as his hips meet yours at a slow pace, swapping out the quick fucks you’ve shared since moving into the new apartment together. 

While it was always intimate and personal with Anakin, and it was amazing every single time, on the rare occasion he took his time and touched every single part of you….you never felt more loved, wanted and needed. 

He breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to your neck, where he kisses every inch of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his back to push him even deeper into you. He lifts one hand and pushes away the hair from your forehead that had gotten messy from your previous actions, his fingers running down the side of your face and resting on the curve of your jaw. 

How he was so gentle in one way while absolutely destroying you in another was sending your mind into a frenzy. 

He told you from day one that he would always take care of you, and that meant in and out of bed, and he was never one to break a promise, especially one he made to you. 

He made you feel so good all the time, and right now was one of those times you truly felt connected to him. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he praised quietly, and his sweet praises always made you a blushing mess for him. 

Usually he loved to get you loud, which ultimately resulted in him fucking you hard and quick into the bed, but nothing turned him on like when he took you nice and slow. 

The intense feeling of your walls hugging every inch of him had him going crazy. He had no idea how he was supposed to go weeks without you, and not even in this way. Five years is a long time with someone, and he had never gone more than a few days without you. 

He was going to miss you more than he’s ever missed anything else, but the thought of finally settling down with you after this was over is what he is holding onto. 

He didn’t care that you were both still so young. He wanted you forever, and he wanted everyone to know it. 

As soon as the tour was over, he was going to ask you the question he’s been waiting to ask you since a month into your relationship. 

“Ani,” you whimper, tugging on his hair as he brought you closer and closer to your release with the slow fucks of his hips. “I love you.”

Anakin lifts his head and kisses you deeply, his thrusts stuttering a bit as you clench down around him. He kisses you a couple more times, cradling the back of your head in one hand while his other finds yours, where he laces your fingers together. 

He held you as if you were the most pure and fragile thing he had ever seen, and your already dizzy head swooned further. “I love you, princess,” he rasped, kissing you again as he fucked into you a bit harder but at the same pace. “My pretty girl. I love you so much.”

Though he was going slow, you felt your release quickly approaching. He was so sweet and your emotions were getting the better of you, and you moan against his mouth as you hug him close. “Anakin,” you practically whisper as you tug on his hair. 

He hummed and kissed along your jaw, pausing by your ear so he could murmur, “Come for me, pretty girl,” 

And you do. 

You cling to him impossibly tight as you come for the second time with Anakin mumbling soft praises to you. 

The warmth that flooded around him spurred his own release, and Anakin groans and curses under his breath as your walls suck him in deeper. “Good girl,” he says quietly as he moves to lay next to you. He pulls you into his arms and kisses all over your face as he tangles his legs with yours. “You always take me so well.”

You grin up at him. “Well, I was made for you,” you joke, but both of you believe that your words were true. It really did feel like you were made for each other. 

Anakin laughed and kissed your forehead. “You’re not wrong,” he agreed and ran his fingers up and down your back as you both tried to get your breathing back to normal. 

You lay together in a comfortable silence, your hand resting on his chest as you tried to forget about the fact that you really only had a few hours left with him. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you meet his eyes and match his grin. “We should probably get some sleep soon. We have an early morning,”

He nodded, gently grabbing your left hand. “We should,” he says as he kisses your tattoo of his initial. “But I’d rather be tired tomorrow than waste our time together by sleeping.”

Your smile grows as he pulls you closer to him. “What did you have in mind, then? If you don’t want to go to sleep?”

Anakin hummed in pretend thought as he grabbed the back of your thigh and placed it over his. “I remember saying that I would make you feel good for hours,” he recalled and your face heated up as your hand tangled in his hair again. 

“I think I remember you saying something like that, too,” 

-

“I’m going to miss you so much,” Anakin mumbles against your lips as he holds your body impossibly close to his. 

“I miss you already,” you quietly confess as you pressed your head against his shoulder. “But it’s only three months. And I’ll come see you when it’s our anniversary. And your birthday is coming up, too, and I’m not missing that.”

He kissed the top of your head, the cool air blowing your hair around a bit. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that,”

You smile up at him with tears in your eyes and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you right now if he tried. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, one that reminded him of the first ever one he shared with you, back when he was an inexperienced teen. 

He didn’t want this moment to end, nor did he want to go back onto that bus without you, but it was nearing the time he was supposed to meet back up with the guys so they can make it to the next location in time. 

Anakin pulled you closer just as his phone went off, and he knew who it was without even checking it. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the text before looking back at you. “It’s Vinny,” he says quietly. “I’ve gotta go.”

You nod and take his hand in yours. “I love you,” 

He kisses your forehead and squeezes your fingers in between his. “I love you so much, pretty girl,” 

You sniff quietly and step away from him. “Have fun, Ani,” you request in a whisper. “And don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

He would always worry about you for as long as he lived, and you knew that. He was actually very worried about you living in London on your own while he was off with two of his closest friends, but he didn’t want to make you any more nervous about it than you already are. “I know you will,” he smiled sadly. “I’m so proud of you. You’ll do amazing.”

Anakin grabbed his bag and moved towards the cab that had been waiting for him for the past ten minutes, and if Anakin hadn’t already told the guy that he’d tip him extra for waiting, he was sure he would’ve left by now. 

“Keep me updated,” he nearly begged as he opened the backseat door. “I want to hear about everything, okay?”

You nod and wipe under your eyes. “I will,” you promised, dreading having to go back to your hotel room to get ready to move into your temporary dorm. “Text me after every show, please?”

“You know I will,” he grinned then softened his gaze as more tears fell from your eyes. “We can handle three months, princess. That’s nothing when I know it’s you who I’m coming back to.” 

You smile with a laugh. “I’ll see you soon,” 

He refrained from going back over to you and taking you into his arms as he knew he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to let you go again. “I’ll see you soon, baby,” he agreed and threw his bag into the backseat. “I love you.”

“I love you,” 

And then he was gone, and you were left alone on the sidewalk.

-

“Hey, good to have you back, man,” Vinny greeted as Anakin stumbled his way onto the bus. “How are you doing?”

Anakin laughed as he set his bag down onto the floor before laying down on the couch. He wasn’t ready to get into his bunk since the last time he was in it he was with you. “I’m fucked,” he admitted and rubbed his face. “I miss her already.”

Vinny nodded from his place at the small table. “You’ll be fine. Both of you will be fine,” he assured Anakin as he scrolled through his phone. “Hey, did Liz send you those pics from last night?”

Anakin furrowed his brows as he pulled out his phone. “I don’t know, I’ve barely used my phone today,”

“Check your email,” Vinny suggested as he leaned back against the chair. 

Scrolling through various emails and spam alerts, Anakin came to the conclusion that Liz hadn’t sent him anything. “I don’t see them,” he muttered as he looked one last time. 

“Really? Weird,” Vinny mumbled. “She sent them to Theo and I.”

Anakin narrowed his eyes as he opened his Instagram app to see if she posted them onto her account. It was then when he saw that she had messaged him on it, and he clicked on the chat without thinking much of it. 

Liz had actually sent him the pictures, but through Instagram DM’s and not through email like she did for the other guys. He scrolled through the multitude of photos with a small smile on his lips that quickly disappeared as he read the message she sent with them.

Here are the shots from London! Gotta admit, you look good on camera, but even better off ;) Can’t wait for the other locations! See you tomorrow night. 

He read it over a few times before glancing up at Vinny. “Hey, Vin?” He called, hearing his friend hum in response. “Did Liz say anything in her email? Or did she just send the pictures?”

Vinny looked in thought for a second. “Did she say anything? Like what?”

“I don’t know, like….flirty?” Was she flirting with him? He couldn’t tell if that’s what it was or if that was just her personality.

“No,” Vinny laughed, suddenly giving him his full attention. “Why? She sent you something flirty?”

Anakin shrugged as he skimmed over the message again. “No, but she seems kinda….forward,” 

“That’s good, no?” Vinny asked as he stood up. “I take it she did send the pictures to you, then?”

“Yeah, through Instagram,”

Vinny looked a tad confused as he stared down at Anakin. “That’s a weird way to get them to you, but at least you have them now,” he offered before wandering off towards the back of the bus. 

“Yeah,” Anakin trailed off, knowing that Vinny wouldn’t have been able to hear him. He wasn’t sure how to respond to Liz, and debated on whether or not he should even respond at all if she was actually flirting with him, but then decided that he must be a bit sensitive to everything at the moment since he was already hundreds of miles away from you, and he missed you a lot.

So, he typed out a “Thanks, they look awesome,” and topped it off with a thumbs up emoji before pocketing his phone and burying his face against the armrest of the couch.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥?! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi bee! I see you opening your requests and I hope I didn't late^^

Anyway, can I request WxS (separately) with reader who's a vocaloid producer but they compose sad songs with dark meaning (ex : self-inflicted achromatic, shinitai-chan, etc)? I kinda want to know too their reaction when they find out that reader is a vocaloid producer and the song that they usually hear is actually made by reader

I hope you have a good day and sorry for my bad english :')

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello!! Yes dear, you absolutely can! And don't worry about English, I know my isn't perfect either so it's a-okey! ^^

Anyway~ I really hope you'll like it!! Because I certainly did like writing it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Tsukasa probably never listened to your songs himself but I feel like he'd hear few titles and songs when his friends get their hands on speakers at wherever they are... or whenever he steals a headphone...

✧ and honestly, despite the dark lyrics in few, he still thinks some have really nice instrumentals!

✧ he's still not the biggest fan but not against it either

✧ he definitely heard your artist name once or so but unless it's actually your name, I feel like he wouldn't be able to guess...

✧ but if it is... he'd come up one day to you and he like "hey, so this one artist has the same name as you!" and then it's up to you if you lie to him or tell the truth!

✧ once he discovers you're a producer of those darker songs, he's both surprised yet still supportive! How could he not?

✧ he admires the fact you create your own music just like that and it doesn't matter what it's about, he'll still be the first one to listen all of your songs and albums

"Y/NNNN WHY DIDN'T YOU TOLD ME YOU PUBLISHED A NEW SONG?!! No! I need to listen to it right now!"

✧ you know how he acts towards L/n? Yup, he's the same fangirl for you

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan - come get your future star!

✧ Emu would be the one that somehow heard your artist name here and there but never really listened to any of your songs... sad songs just aren't her cup of tea!

✧ even if your artist name is similar to your real name, I feel like she wouldn't catch it... she'll just realize you create music when you tell her about it

✧ she tried giving a chance to this type of songs but even with thought her lover made it... she's just unable to enjoy it when song is so sad...

✧ speaking of which, now she's concerned about you! Like.. what's going on in your life that you feel the need to write such a sad songs with even sadder meanings...?

✧ but skipping the meaning part... she's actually really impressed you're a composer! She finds it all so cool!

✧ if she ever visits your room after getting to know what you do, she'll definitely ask you if you can create music together and she surprisingly had lots of fun ideas...

"And then we could go like HAHAHA! So everyone listening will inmidietly smile because it's so unexpected and fun!"

✧ believe her, she's not trying to change your composing style... she just gets ideas like that naturally!

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @hayillaaaaaaa @miguelito-maruti-blog - come get your smiley girl!

✧ Nene would certainly listen to darker songs from time to time, but I feel like it'd mostly happen when she's playing games...

✧ let's say there's a boss fight, then she'll play some harder songs and the meaning doesn't really matter to her at that moment

✧ but if she's having nostalgic/sad moment in game, she'll go for sadder songs and if they have darker lyrics? Only better for her!

✧ so there's a high chance she heard your songs a lot and finally one day decided to check your profile to see what other songs you hide there

✧ now the name... if your artist name is the same as your real, you can't even fool her, she immidietly knows it just be you... because what'd the chance?!

✧ if your name is something far different... she may have troubles guessing it's you, especially that she doesn't usually spend her time thinking who the artist might really be...

✧ but once you reveal you're a music producer, I feel like she'd have few guesses onto which one you might be...

✧ but no matter if she guesses or not, she'll definitely listen to your songs more often! Maybe also when she's learning her lines and she has a sadder moment?

"Oh? So it is you? Well I need to tell you, your songs can really get me in the nostalgic mood, especially when I played that one mystery visual novel I told you about."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bl4cktourmaline @nenes-numberonefan - come get your shy gamer~

✧ Rui definitely had a depressed songs phase in middle school, so naturally, whenever he hears one of the old songs popping up or new ones, he usually sticks with them

✧ he usually doesn't even focus on meaning anymore, if he likes the instrumentals, that's enough of a reason for him to add the song to his favorites!

✧ and of course, he noticed he got a lot of your songs on his playlist... so he checked out your profile!

✧ if your artist name is same or similar your real name, he immidietly knows it but decides to simply tease you by pretending he doesn't and is simply big fan of your artist self

✧ if your name is far different... it takes him a while but he gets it either way! I feel like he'd for fun try to figure out who some artists are before they to face or identity reveal and he usually guessed correctly!

✧ so don't be surprised when one day he comes to you like "hey, your recent song was great!" and leaves you dumbfounded because how did he know?!!

"Hehe~ c'mon, you can't think I'm that blind! You can't lie to your own boyfriendy about such a thing, my dear."

✧ definitely teases the heck out of you about being a fan since he's not afraid to admit it

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @r4wrclwz @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stove13 @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan - come get your crazy inventor~

[starryeyedjanai]

helloo, for the writing prompt thing 9. “Don’t ask me that.” ☺️💕

thanks for the prompts #9. "Don't ask me that." and #30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” @delta-piscium and @atmilliways 🥰

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steddie | rated: teen | 3.7k | angst with a happy ending :)

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When the words settle onto his skin on his 18th birthday - Can I sit here? The other tables are full. - Steve is immediately taken back to the first week of middle school.

The day he met Eddie. When his hair was buzzed short and he was brand new to the school and knew no one.

He remembers those words.

He remembers looking up from his lunch and seeing this kid that looked nothing like Steve or any of his friends - dressed in all black, some kind of band logo on his t-shirt. He remembers seeing how timid he was to be asking, remembers saying yes or something to that accord.

He looks at the words and he's sure, he's certain, that the words etched onto his skin are the first words Eddie spoke to him.

Steve can't remember exactly what he said to Eddie in response to these words, just that he let Eddie sit with him and they've been best friends ever since, however unlikely a pair they made.

If Steve's words are on Eddie's skin, however unmemorable they are to Steve, he's sure Eddie would know they're soulmates - he would remember the first words Steve said to him all those years ago just like Steve remembers.

But.

Eddie turned 18 a while ago and he's never once mentioned the words on his skin to Steve.

Steve asked once, a few days after Eddie's birthday and Eddie changed the subject. Steve thought that might mean that he didn't have any words on his skin, because not everyone does.

He's thought about it since then too. If Eddie had gotten his words on his birthday, why would he not mention them? If it was something incredibly generic or even if it was a phrase that made no sense to him, he probably wouldn't have hidden it.

So then Steve had the thought that maybe it was something personal or maybe something embarrassing that Eddie just didn't want to say out loud.

And yeah, they're best friends, but that doesn't mean they have to share everything with each other. If it was something Eddie wanted to keep to himself, who was Steve to try and pry the information out of him? If Eddie wanted him to know, he'd tell him.

But now, looking at the words on his skin, he thinks that maybe there's another reason he never said anything. That maybe it's because he has Steve's words on his skin, but he doesn't want Steve as a soulmate. That maybe he was hoping it was a mistake, that if he ignored it, Steve might not get Eddie's words when he turned 18.

If Eddie has something written on him, he's hidden it from Steve for months. If he has a soul mark, he's hidden it for a reason.

The thoughts running through his head make Steve spiral a little, looking at the words on his skin.

It makes something ache in his chest, thinking about Eddie not wanting him. They've been friends for over five years now. They do everything together. They know each other better than anyone else.

If Eddie has his words on him somewhere and didn't tell Steve because he was that horrified at the thought of being tied to Steve forever, he doesn't know how his heart is going to take it.

As it stands, just thinking about it is making his heart beat a mile a minute, the hurt spreading with every heartbeat.

--

Steve looks at the words on his skin for a long time.

Eddie's handwriting is normally neat and measured, so unlike every facet of Eddie's actual existence.

He thinks about Eddie's room, always messy and cluttered. He thinks of Eddie's hyperactive personality, always needing to fidget, always needing to be doing something.

He thinks about seeing Eddie so focused on writing new lyrics for his band, thinks about looking at Eddie's notebook when he shows him a clever turn of words he came up with, the way his handwriting starts off small and contained, but gets bigger and sloppier the more excited he is.

The words on his skin are sloppy, excited.

But there's a lump in his throat thinking about how if Eddie has his words, he wasn't excited about it.

He doesn't know what he's going to do if Eddie tells him that he has his words on his skin and he doesn't want to be with him.

He woke up this morning with hope blossoming in his chest at the thought of seeing his soulmate's writing, their first words to him, on his body.

And now, he's getting ready for school, going through the motions, dreading what might happen.

It's not like he can miss school - Eddie would just skip school and come find him, regardless of the fact that his many unexcused absences are what got him held back last year. He'd skip anyway, and he'd find Steve no matter where he went.

He knows all of Steve's hideouts, all the places Steve goes when his parents are home and on his case.

He knows everywhere Steve might think to go if he's skipping school on his birthday because he knows Steve. He knows him better than Steve thinks he knows himself most days.

At school, he heads to his locker and doesn't look for Eddie. Sometimes, Eddie hitches a ride with Steve, but on Mondays, Eddie has Hellfire after school, so he drives himself.

Steve's never been as grateful for a Monday as he is now. He doesn't think he could have handled being in a car with Eddie this morning, trapped and with nowhere to go, the big question hanging between them, probably.

Did your mark come? (and maybe in this case, is it me?)

It's what everyone wants to know on someone's 18th birthday.

By the time he makes it to his locker, he's been asked if he got his mark a handful of times.

He makes it to third period before he realizes he hasn't seen Eddie all day.

The feeling of dread is sitting heavy in his stomach. Did Eddie skip school today because he didn't want to deal with Steve's mark at all? If he knows that Steve is his soulmate, this just further cements the fact that Eddie doesn't want him, that Eddie is doing everything he can to get away from Steve.

At lunch, he heads out to his car and sits in the quiet for a while.

He's not going back in there, he realizes, after a while as the clock keeps ticking forward, closer to the end of lunch.

He starts his car and heads up to Lover's Lake.

Because he knows Eddie just as well as Eddie knows him, and he knows exactly where he'd be if he didn't want Steve to find him.

Because as much as it might hurt to know Eddie doesn't want him, he has to hear him say the words. He has to know for sure that Eddie never said anything because he doesn't want Steve.

He has to hear it because anything his mind can make up is probably worse than anything the Eddie he knows would actually say. He'd let him down easy, if it's true that he just doesn't want Steve.

Steve thinks it would hurt the same even if Eddie was cruel about it - if he scoffed at him and said of course he didn't want him versus him gently sitting Steve down and saying as much as he likes being his friend, he just doesn't want him like that.

He parks next to the curb in front of Rick's house, behind Eddie's van, and steels himself. He's going to walk in that house and he might not come out of it the same. He might leave with one less friend. One less best friend.

He doesn't bother knocking because he knows the door will be unlocked. He can hear Eddie and Rick talking in the living room so he follows the voices.

The conversation dies immediately when Eddie catches sight of him. He blanches, like he wasn't expecting Steve to come find him, like he was expecting Steve to just let this go untalked about the way Eddie has for so many months now.

"Steve," Eddie whispers into the painfully awkward silence.

"Eddie," Steve says back. "I think we need to talk, don't you?"

He sees Eddie swallow and glance at the doorway behind him, like he's thinking about making a break for it.

He knows for certain that Eddie's his soulmate now.

Steve tries not to let it show how much that affects him, the thought of Eddie being so fucking unwilling to talk to him about this that he'd rather run from him. He's never run from Steve like this before.

"Please," Steve says softly, his voice desperate and shot.

Eddie nods slowly. He says, "Rick, um. Can you, uh, give us a minute?"

Rick looks between them and says to Eddie, "You know this is my house, right?" but he gets up all the same and heads to the sliding glass door to step outside.

"Steve," Eddie says again.

"You've been hiding from me," he says, stepping closer to the couch.

"It's not that I was, was hiding, per se," Eddie stammers out.

"No?" Steve asks. "So you just skipped school to hang out on Rick's couch today?"

He sits on the opposite end of the couch, a good distance from Eddie. His heart is in his throat and he realizes all of a sudden that he's not going to be okay if Eddie doesn't want him. He thought maybe he could power through this, hear Eddie say he'd rather never see Steve again than be stuck with him as a soulmate or something equally as devastating, but there are tears stinging at the corners of his eyes at the thought.

He doesn't want Eddie to not want him.

He looks away from Eddie, blinks rapidly a couple times to stubbornly keep the tears at bay.

"I don't. I don't know what you want me to say," Eddie says softly.

Steve clears his throat and says, "I want you to tell me why you didn't tell me."

Eddie scoffs and says, "Don't ask me that."

And Steve sits there, feeling defeated, feeling like his heart is splintering because his best friend is shutting him out. Eddie doesn't want him, doesn't want to even talk to him about it.

He can't do anything but stare at him for a moment, the sinking feeling in his chest settling like it's made a home there.

So that's it then.

He won't even talk to him about it.

He gets up, ready to leave because what else is there to say if Eddie can't even bear to say it out loud? If he can't even acknowledge that they're soulmates, can't say out loud why he never told him, it has to be because he realizes anything he says is going to hurt Steve.

Eddie's not malicious. Even if he doesn't want Steve like that, he still probably wouldn't want to hurt him.

Eddie rushes to stand up when Steve turns to leave, the stinging in his eyes getting worse than before.

"Steve, don't- we can just-" Eddie lets out a frustrated breath. "Can't we just go back to how it was before? This doesn't have to change anything."

And those are words that make the tears that Steve's been trying to keep in tip over. He wipes at his eyes, frustrated with himself. He told himself he wouldn't cry about this in front of Eddie, but here he is, tears falling down his face anyway.

Eddie looks panicked all of a sudden, like he didn't expect Steve's tears. Like he thought Steve would just say yes, say sure, we can just pretend we aren't fucking soulmates.

"Steve?" He says his name hesitantly, like he's a startled horse or something, and Steve wants to turn and run, wants to hide from the hurt feeling that's gripping his heart.

But he came here for a reason.

He came here to get the answers that he needs and he doesn't know that he has them yet.

Eddie won't talk about it, but Steve needs him to. Eddie still wants to be his friend and Steve needs to hear him say that there isn't a chance, needs to know that there isn't a hope of a chance that things might change for Eddie one day. Because Steve will wait, is the thing.

Steve would wait forever for him.

If Eddie wants things to go back to normal, to how they were before they knew they were soulmates, Steve would keep being his friend and keep waiting for things to change forever if Eddie doesn't tell him now that he can never feel that way about him.

So he says through his tears, "I need you to tell me the truth. I don't care if you think it'll hurt me. I just need to hear it."

Eddie looks confused. "Why would me telling you how I feel hurt you? That's- Why are you crying? What did I say to make you cry?"

"You don't want to talk about it! You want to pretend this doesn't exist," he says, pulling the hem of his shirt up to expose the writing on his rib cage. "You want us to pretend we aren't soulmates and you didn't think that would hurt me?"

Eddie shakes his head. "You- you don't want this," he insists. He hasn't even asked what Steve wants.

"How could you possibly know what I want when we haven't even talked about it? You hid this from me for months, Eddie! And now you're gonna stand here and act like you know what I want?" Steve scoffs, the tears in his eyes now coming from a place of anger instead of hurt.

"You're not into guys, Steve. And you're certainly not into me. I know that much," Eddie says, still looking at the words etched on Steve's skin.

Steve lowers his shirt. "You didn't even ask me," he says again. He wipes the tears from his eyes and steps forward, closer to Eddie.

Because Eddie said Steve wasn't into him, wasn't into guys. He never said that he wasn't into Steve. He's hanging onto a fucking thread of hope, but Eddie didn't say he didn't want him.

He doesn't know if Eddie's deflecting from the real issue of him not wanting Steve by turning it around on him, but he has to try. He's his soulmate. Of course he has to try.

He stands in front of Eddie, the tips of their shoes touching.

"Show me," he says softly, the words a whisper into the quiet of the room.

He looks at Eddie and sees the fear in his eyes, sees how scared he is. He didn't notice it before, being so far away from him. But up close, he can tell that Eddie is scared.

Scared like Steve is scared.

He just hopes he's getting this right.

Eddie pulls the collar of his shirt down to show the script sitting right on his collarbone.

Oh, yeah, of course! I like your hair!

"You've been hiding this from me," Steve says, running his fingertips over the curve of the letters on Eddie's skin. Eddie shivers under the light touch.

"I thought it might be you, but I wasn't sure," Eddie says back.

"But you wanted it to be," he says, taking the leap. He thinks Eddie wanted it to be him. He hopes he wanted it to be him.

Eddie looks him in the eyes, that fear still gripping him. "I wanted it to be you so fucking bad, Stevie. I thought, when I got my words- I thought that I had wished it true, that I wanted you so badly that I made the universe make it you. And I've been feeling so fucking guilty this entire time because of it."

"Guilty?" he asks, confused.

Eddie nods. "Like I forced it into existence because I wanted it too much."

"I don't think that's how the universe works, Eddie."

"I think it's a special case because you don't even like guys and somehow you got one as a soulmate. Got me as a soulmate." Eddie looks so dejected, so guilty about it that Steve has to set him straight.

"Eddie, we've been soulmates since the moment we met," he says, tearing his eyes away from writing on his chest, the writing that's in Steve's handwriting, tolook into Eddie's eyes. "Even if we never got the mark, you would still be it for me."

Eddie bites his lip, glancing down at Steve's mouth quickly. "Do you mean that?" he asks, still hesitant.

"I mean it. I- we've never really talked about who we're into, and maybe that was a mistake. Because I do like guys. Or- well, I like you. I've liked you for so long," he says, glancing down at Eddie mouth too.

He thinks getting to kiss him would either calm his rapidly beating heart down or send him straight into orbit. Either way, he's going to find out.

"You like me? Me?" Eddie asks, surprised, and Steve swoops in to kiss the incredulity off his tongue.

He presses his mouth to the plush lips in front of him, just a gentle press at first and he feels more than hears Eddie gasp against his lips.

It's-

People talk all the time about how kissing your soulmate is different from kissing just anyone. That it's somehow astronomically different. But Steve's never understood it until now.

Because how can kissing your soulmate feel any different from kissing someone else? Sure, maybe there's different feelings involved, but if you love someone who isn't your soulmate, does that mean kissing them wouldn't be as good?

These were the questions Steve used to think about when he would think about who his future soulmate might be. Back in middle school and early high school.

How could kissing anyone feel that much different?

It's what all the magazines say, all the romance novels and the tv shows and movies too. They all say that it's different, that you'll know for sure, as if there could be any doubt with the first thing they say to you marked on your skin forever.

Steve never thought they could be right, that it was a dramatization of what it really is. That even through the woo-woo soulmate magic or whatever, kissing would still feel like kissing, no matter who you were kissing.

He's never been more glad to be wrong about something.

Because it is different. Somehow, it is.

It's different from kissing Nancy, who Steve was very much in love with.

It's different from kissing any of the girls he's kissed in the past, different from the one very confusing kiss he shared with Tommy Hagan back in sixth grade for "practice".

It's like there's an energy between them, the force that's been trying to pull them together for years finally snapping into place.

Something inside him feels settled. Like for the first time in his life, he feels content. All the background noise - the leaky kitchen faucet Steve has heard since stepping inside the house, the birds outside, the buzz of electricity that Steve can always hear - it all just fades away.

All he's left with is Eddie, right in front of him.

He's the only thing he can feel right now, the only thing he can hear and taste and smell, and see when he pulls back from the kiss.

Eddie had his eyes closed, so Steve gets to see him blink them open slowly, like his whole world has been shifted too. Like something is finally settled inside him too.

It kind of makes Steve want to cry again, embarrassingly enough.

He cups Eddie's jaw and leans in to kiss him again, this time swiping his tongue across his lower lip. Eddie opens his mouth and Steve tilts his head to the side and presses his tongue inside his mouth.

Their tongues tangle together for the first time and it's so heady, Steve feels dizzy with it. He kisses him harder, licking into his mouth, both hands now on either side of his head, not trapping him or keeping him there, just holding him so he can be kissed by Steve for as long as they both want it.

Eddie's hands find Steve's waist, and one slips up under his shirt. He touches the words written onto Steve's rib cage and Steve trembles, the skin contact making him shivery with want.

And god, does he want.

He wants everything. He wants to keep kissing Eddie until the room around them darkens as the sun goes down. He wants to stand here kissing him for hours, wants to bite his lips until they're swollen and tender and then keep on kissing his bruised mouth. He wants to touch him, wants to put his hands everywhere, wants Eddie's hands on him.

He's snapped out of the trance Eddie's mouth has put him in by a tap-tap-tap on the glass door.

They pull apart slowly, their mouths separating with a slick sound that Steve's going to be replaying in his head for hours.

They both look at the back door where Rick is standing.

"Can I come back in now? It's chilly," he asks, his voice muffled through the glass.

Steve rolls his eyes and steps back from Eddie.

Eddie grins at him and says, "Yeah, man. Come on in."

Rick slides the door open, steps back inside, and says, "Glad you two finally worked this all out then. Maybe now Eddie will stop complaining about it all the time."

Eddie looks at Rick, betrayed, then looks at Steve and says, "I don't- I do not complain. I was just, I do probably talk about it a lot, but I wasn't complaining, exactly-"

"Eddie, you complain more than anyone I know, about everything," Steve says, voice playful.

Eddie lets out an exaggerated gasp. "You're going to say that to me, your soulmate?"

Steve just rolls his eyes.

He's got the rest of their life to get Eddie to admit that he's the most dramatic person he knows.

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tagging people who voted for this in the wip game or asked to be tagged: @legitcookie @sidekick-hero + @patchworkgargoyle 💕💕💕

[omegalomania]

FIRST NIGHT OF TOURDUST AT WRIGLEY

im writing down all the stuff that i remember so i dont forget!! obviously the big ones were GINASFS LIVE?? HELLO??? i was very unspoiled for the setlist so every song was a huge shock

tai as openers got a hUGE response. and it was great!!! im thrilled to report that bilvy is still a whore <3 he was playing submission games with mike and sisky the whole set, did snakes on a plane, doing high kicks and draping himself all over his bandmates as god intended

i mean it probably goes without saying but i need to shoutout the set design for this tour. oh my god it was SO beautiful. there were no big screens behind them, instead there was a big round screen mounted over the stage and it would play funky videos during all the songs. one half of the stage was this gorgeous blue wrought-iron looking thing with stars and monsters and a clock. the other side was glowing gold, so it was like a night/day dichotomy

there were big red curtains behind the guys and they would sweep shut for a few songs and when they opened again there'd be a new setpiece behind them. like a physical setpiece!! the first one was an anchor, the second was A MOVING DOGGIE HEAD, the third was a huge tree with owl eyes. they were fucking gorgeous

the pink seashell monologue played w/o any instrumentals before love from the other side kicked in

joe has a new guitar! it's like...green and super detailed, it's seriously so fucking fancy i need hq pictures of that thing stat

joe vocals were SUPER LOUD AND PROMINENT my god it was a blessing

patrick was KILLING it the whole concert. i was floored. fob songs are NOT EASY TO SING esp love from the other side but he was impeccable pretty much the whole night

he did fumble the lyrics to centuries tho dlfdjkjf looked like something was up with his soundboard around that time

they hit us with a triple-punch of chicago is so two years ago, calm before the storm, and then where is your boy, all in a row. patrick talked a little bit before where is your boy to be like "yeah so this was forever ago...i was jogging..." and pete chimes in "imagine us jogging"

patrick also talked a bit before they rolled the piano out. he was like "hi guys!! :)" and talked about how the set design was all pete's idea and it was super fucking fancy and he was floored by it. he said that pete suggested he play piano and then was like "ugh i dunno im not GREAT at that" (you fucking liar) and then that led up to the medley that closed with don't stop believing and the rest of the band joined in and AGHHH

i was not prepared to hear headfirst slide and disloyal order in the same night.

i was not prepared to hear HEAVEN IOWA that night. of all the stardust songs i did NOT EXPECT THAT ONE

for those who were involved in the stardust project, it went off really well the first night! i got my pink seashell and during fake out i looked behind me and the whole stadium was lit up pink! after it was over, pete was like "wow that looked amazing guys" so the band definitely noticed!

pete did the baby annihilation monologue live! he seemed kind of nervous he had his hoodie pulled up and everything but he delivered it very different from the studio version and when it was over he pulled a big black curtain over himself and then disappeared when it fell

save rock and roll live is always a treat but my god when the camera pulled back and i saw that all four members of fall out boy were smiling while they sang OH NOOO WE WON'T GO. my god. my heart.

they did not do a proper encore because they didnt want to tread into curfew, so we did not get a picture with them

OKAY THATS ALL I CAN REMEMBER FOR NOW. ILL ADD TO THIS IF I REMEMBER ANYTHING ELSE <3 THIS WAS A STELLAR START THANK YOU FALL OUT BOY I LOVE YOU FALL OUT BOY

[yridenergyridenergy]

Hii, i’m big fan of your page. Everyday I scroll you page lol.

And i wanna ask ur opinion, is true that Dir now is more popular than before especially for english speaker fan? I see many english comment in Dir page (IG, youtube, twitter) than before

And peoples really noisy about AI and write rude comment in The devil in me (youtube). Maybe people write that comment because hate the MV. In my opinion, they are like new comer in Dir music world lol.

I think Dir also did video editing in previous video (i’m not sure it’s AI or anything else), like in Glass skin, Rinkaku, agitated.

And about the delay of The Devil MV, i think they are lazy to upload because so much negative comment before watching (lol kidding)

But in my opinion, AI not that cheap and still use money, effort, dresser, makeup artist, time and team for making that MV. So I disagree to people who said this is really cheap, artist thief that no use dresser, make up artist or more worker.

But actually yess, i agree art never can be replace by AI. But hey, this is just MV not art exhibition or art competition.

I feel like why people in this era too focus on something else than main masterpiece.

#sorryformyenglish have a great day!

Sorry for the slightly late reply; I had prepared my reply a few days ago but I'm glad I waited since the promotional edit of the PV was released since. Thank you for your visits!

I'm really not sure whether Dir en grey has increased their fanbase... And shows that play on nostalgia are not an accurate reference, so even if the shows this year were to be sold out, it doesn't mean anything because that could totally drop next time they tour with new material, unfortunately. I think that the European tour definitely awakened temporary fans who could disappear again once the buzz has died down.

Dir en grey's director has definitely used CGI in the past, but you still needed artists to achieve anything. I don't know exactly how the AI that the director used for The Devil In Me works, but the common conception is that you just input requests and the robot does everything for you. It's certainly a lazier way. And no clue how much using that technology costs, but it's not equal to several artists' and actors' salaries, probably.

Sadly, the behind-the-scenes on the Devil In Me video disc did not offer anything in the way of a hint at what the AI is and how they used it...

I'm still of the opinion that maybe it can take Dir en greys videos farther than they've been able to so far, and maybe materialize the director's vision more accurately. But yeah, if everything moving forward is AI-generated, that would leave a sour taste. Already, the Otogi backdrop video didn't seem like something that only an AI could come up with: artists would have done at least the same job, if not better, to be honest.

With The Devil In Me PV, I'll have to actually watch the Netflix documentary on John Wayne Gacy, but I'm having difficulty reconciliating how the lyrics tie in with either the killer's life or the person in the video who is chatting with an AI to try and see inside the killer's mind. That's not what the lyrics evoke to me at all...

[my-castles-crumbling]

Three Hundred Takeout Coffees Later...

Help, I can't stop writing....

My take on a coffee shop AU- Sirius healing from his past while falling for Remus. Takes place over 300 days, 300 coffees. The lyric is from a Taylor Swift song, but that's it!

CW: healing from a past relationship, mentions of blood and injury but nothing horrible, vague mentions of past injury, mentions of past homophobia, mentions of past infidelity but not between Remus and Sirius

The numbers in the fic refer to the number of coffees/days that have passed.

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1.

The late April air was stagnant as the bell of the coffee shop chimed nonthreateningly.

Sirius had chosen the shop because it was deserted- a random local place with no line and no chance of seeing someone he knew.

Normally, he liked socializing. He liked happening upon people who made him smile, whose eyes lit up with recognition and who asked him how he was.

But today, he would have run at the sight of someone he knew. Because to answer the question, “How are you?” was to break down in tears, to crumble beneath the hard mask he currently wore.

He wasn’t ready. Not yet.

So he chose anonymity and gambled on possibly getting shitty coffee, walking toward the counter with his eyes down.

“What can I get you?” asked the slightly-bored voice of the tall boy behind the counter.

“Erm..large iced caramel. Extra cream and sugar,” Sirius murmured, not caring about the sugar he was about to take in. He needed it.

A snort came from the counter finally made Sirius look up.

The boy behind the till was…beautiful. Tall, with golden skin and scars littering his face, his deep brown eyes bore into Sirius’s with an amused expression.

Collecting himself, Sirius scowled, “Does my coffee order entertain you?”

“Nah, mate,” the tall boy chuckled, tapping a few times at the screen and turning to make the coffee. “Just would’ve thought you took it black, is all. What with the jacket and everything.”

Sirius supposed that made sense. He was wearing a leather jacket covered in patches, his tight black jeans and band t-shirt hugging his lithe frame underneath. He probably didn’t look the type to get a sugary iced coffee. But sue him, he liked his vices. “I like sweet things,” he retorted, not even meaning to flirt.

The taller boy locked eyes with him for a moment before handing him the drink. “Enjoy, then,” he replied with a smirk.

It was only after a very flustered Sirius left the shop that he realized the boy hadn’t asked him to pay.

4.

He returned the next day, and the day after, telling himself that it was because the coffee was good. It wasn’t at all because of the boy making the coffee.

Of course, the boy making the coffee wasn’t there the next two times he came in, and he was almost ready to pronounce himself pathetic when, on the fourth day, he spotted him again.

He approached the till, trying to act casual and aloof, but failing spectacularly when the boy asked, “Something sweet, again?”

“Erm– yes,” Sirius nodded, fighting back a smile.

And this time, as the boy made the coffee, he commented, “Haven’t seen you around here before the other day. New to the area?”

“I just moved,” Sirius nodded. It wasn’t completely true- he had lived in the area before- he had just moved back. His heart beat a bit faster, thinking about the circumstances behind that move.

The boy gave a noise of acknowledgement. “Liking it so far?”

“More now,” Sirius answered before he could help himself.

But the boy just grinned and gave him his coffee, allowing Sirius to hand him the $5 he knew would more than cover it before leaving a bit red-faced.

14.

It became routine.

Sirius stopped in the shop every morning, no matter what he was doing, no matter what other plan he had, whether he had work or not. He discovered that the boy worked almost every morning, but couldn’t bring himself to ask his exact schedule. It seemed to vary. So he made sure to stop daily, just in case.

He didn’t tell anyone about his routine, because it seemed silly- thinking so much about someone whose name he didn’t even know. But of course, James found out.

James, his brother and best friend. James, who was far too nosy for his own good. James, who was currently laying next to Sirius in his bed, blabbering on about Lily and how lovely she was.

He’d only been living with James again for three weeks, and already he wanted to rip his head off.

Alright, no, it wasn’t that. James was truly his platonic soulmate and he’d rather die than harm a hair on his head. But he was truly insufferable at the present moment, and Sirius wanted to get up and get his damn coffee.

“Prongs!” he almost-yelled, cutting James off in the middle of ranting about just how perfect Lily’s eyebrows were. “Erm…how about a coffee, yeah?”

And James nodded agreeably, horribly chipper in the morning, accompanying Sirius along the now-familiar route to the shop.

The chiming of the bell now felt Pavlovian, as Sirius’s heart rate picked up at the sound. He tried not to crane his neck over the person currently at the counter ordering, but he failed, and met the beautiful chocolate-brown eyes of the boy behind the counter while on his tiptoes, almost falling down in embarrassment.

“Who’s that,” James asked unhelpfully, his voice far too loud, and Sirius wanted to bury his head in the trash can nearby.

But as they moved to the till, the boy smiled his beautiful smile, and Sirius was too busy being hypnotized to smack James for his obviousness.

“The usual?” the boy asked, and Sirius blushed at James’s gaping expression, nodding in response. “And for you?” he asked James, who gave an evil grin.

“Small hot chocolate,” James answered, smirking. “And your name, because Sirius, here, obviously has been keeping secrets.”

He blushed. The boy blushed, catching Sirius’s mortified expression before chuckling a bit and saying, “I’m Remus.”

Remus. Why did such an old-fashioned name suit him so much? It was beautiful. Perfect.

“That’s $7.12, Sirius and friend,” Remus murmured, glancing toward Sirius.

And damn, his name sounded like music on Remus’s lips.

James laughed for days about how Sirius dropped half the coins in his wallet on the floor before managing to pay for their drinks.

21.

Remus was gone for a week after that.

At first, Sirius chalked it up to days off, or maybe that he was coming in too early or too late.

But he got nervous after a while, scared that maybe James’s forwardness had scared the tall boy off. But enough to quit his job? Logically, that made no sense.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thinking about him.

James noticed how preoccupied he was and when he finally confessed to the reason, he reminded Sirius that vacations existed.

But he still worried.

And he was right to, he thought smugly, when he finally saw Remus a week later, leaning on a crutch to move about.

It was good the shop was empty besides the two of them, because Sirius burst out with, “Where were you?”

And Remus looked up from the machine he was leaning to disarm Sirius with a smile that left him weak in the knees. “Hello, Sirius. Unplanned vacation.”

Sirius then realized that it was not normal or polite to ask virtual strangers where they were at any point, let alone when they clearly had some sort of medical something happen. He blushed a bit. “Right. Erm…right,” he stuttered, nodding as Remus held up the cup for iced coffee with a questioning quirk of his eyebrows.

“Your friend seems nice,” Remus commented as he scooped ice into the cup. “Didn’t catch his name.”

“James,” Sirius said, still a bit abashed. He tried to collect himself. “He– he’s like my brother, really. I’ve known him since middle school. Live with him as a teenager. And I’m living with him now,” he trailed off, cursing himself for oversharing.

But Remus had stopped making the coffee and was looking at Sirius like he was really paying attention, like he cared. “Brothers,” he repeated with a smile. “That’s good.” He went back to making the coffee.

“Erm, yeah.”

“Here you are, Sirius.”

“Thanks, Remus.”

22.

There was a shift in their exchanges after that. They still made small talk, sure. But now, they would occasionally ask each other questions.

The next day, it was Remus who asked, “How’s James today?”

And Sirius replied, “He’s good. He’s got a date with this girl he’s mad about.”

And Remus smiled a bit and said, “Good for him. Wish him luck for me.

23.

The following day, Sirius asked, “Do you have siblings?”

To which Remus replied, “Does a childhood dog count?”

And they spent 30 minutes talking about the Doodle, Snuffles, who was still alive and running around at Remus’s mother's home in Wales. Sirius was very late for work that day.

24.

“Where are you from, then?” Remus asked as he slowly pumped caramel into a cup.

Sirius tensed a bit at the question. “London,” he answered softly, looking down. It was one of many sore subjects.

Remus was quiet for a minute. The only sounds were the machines in the shop. “Sirius, you know you don’t have to talk about things you don’t want to, right?” Remus asked.

He hadn’t really thought about that.

27.

Tornadoes in the UK were rare, but not impossible.

Which is how Sirius found himself scared half to death by his phone squawking at him loudly a he stepped into the shop a few days later.

Things had been good with Remus over the past few days- he’d become more comfortable, they’d exchanged questions and witty banter and dawdled much longer than necessary. He really thought maybe Remus enjoyed spending time with him.

Of course, now they were about to be forced into spending time together.

The Tornado warning went off loudly, making both of them jump as Sirius walked into the shop, which was (luckily) empty other than them. They both checked their phones to see the notice:

Tornado Warning in Your Area In Effect For The Next 30 Minutes. Seek Shelter Away From Windows and Doors.

Sirius looked around, laughing nervously. The whole shop was made of windows.

“Flip that sign to ‘Closed’ and come back here,” Remus ordered calmly.

Sirius followed his orders and followed Remus, who was still using a crutch to walk, to the back room of the shop, which was thankfully window- and door-less.

Knowing how to stay safe, they both sank down against a wall, Remus with a small grunt of pain.

“Cozy,” Sirius joked into the awkward silence.

Remus snorted. “Not how you expected your morning going?”

Without thinking, Sirius answered, “I just wanted to see you, so this isn't bad, really.”

Remus stared before giving him a smile. “And here I thought you came here to see Evan.”

Evan was the person who worked on the days Remus had off.

Sirius took the response as a good thing, and playfully smirked, “He’s not my type.”

Remus’s eyes widened by a fraction. “And…what is?”

For a moment, Sirius felt a spark of himself return. The personality he had before. “I told you when I met you, Remus. I like sweet things.”

The air seemed heavier. There was an electricity between them that both energized and scared Sirius. Remus leaned in. He almost leaned in, too. Almost.

But then he had the flash of a memory. Two bodies on a bed. Writhing. Walking in to see them there. The shock. The betrayal.

He pulled back instead.

Remus looked confused, but didn’t say anything.

Sirius felt like he owed him something. An explanation. A reason. Anything to prove that he did like him, but it was difficult.

So he chose to give him something a little easier.

“You….asked where I was from. I lived in London with my parents,” he murmured to Remus, who still looked puzzled. “They kicked me out when I was sixteen.”

Remus’s expression changed from bewilderment to wide-eyed compassion. “Sirius, you don’t-”

He took a deep breath. “I know. I know but…there’s a lot…a lot here,” he tried to explain, gesturing a bit stupidly to himself. “I’m a lot. So…” What was he trying to say? “I might be too much. For...for some people,” he breathed out, determinedly looking away from Remus, even as they were sat against the wall together.

But he felt Remus shrug next to him. “Simple is overrated.”

Sirius let out a breathy laugh.

34.

“When’s your break?” he nervously asked Remus after another week of light questions and smiles across counters.

“In ten minutes,” the taller boy grinned. “When Evan gets here.”

He waited.

They sat and talked, this time.

39.

“I think I really like him,” Sirius whispered to James one Friday night as they got plastered on Fireball and Tequila.

James surveyed him over the rim of a Red Solo Cup. “If he hurts you, I’ll kill him. I’ve broken my hand once punching an idiot who made you cry, I can do it again.”

Sirius felt his stomach lurch. He never wanted that to happen again.

41.

Sirius started arriving at the same time as Evan, now. Scheduling his shifts around the times he wanted to be at the shop. All so he and Remus could spend Remus’s fifteen-minute break together.

It was stupid. It was pathetic.

It was, hands down, the highlight of his day.

Talking with Remus felt so easy. He felt safe and comfortable. He felt happy.

42.

“They kicked me out because I’m gay.”

Sirius felt the need to make sure Remus knew, for absolute sure, that he was interested. That, even though he was messed up and working through a lot, he was, well, into blokes, and specifically into Remus. Of course, he hadn’t planned on saying it exactly like that.

But Remus looked at him with such understanding and murmured, “Fuck them. You don’t deserve that, Sirius.”

Sirius wanted to cry in his arms. He wanted to grab him, to pull him closer, to wrap his arms and legs around him and just sob. But he couldn’t, wouldn’t be that vulnerable, so instead he grabbed Remus’s hand lightly. “I don’t…I don’t deserve this…,” he murmured, voicing the thought that had eaten at him for weeks.

And Remus just looked at him and whispered, “You deserve everything.”

45.

“You haven’t asked me,” Remus said one day.

Sirius had the day off, which meant he was able to join Remus for lunch. A half hour of bliss.

“Asked you about what?” Sirius asked through a mouthful of muffin. It was blueberry, and even though the shop was out, Remus had saved it under the counter for him, knowing it was his favorite.

“The crutch. The scars.”

Sirius paused for a moment, then casually said, heart hammering in his throat, “Course I haven’t. I’m not a complete wanker.”

Remus snorted.

“Ouch.”

“I was in a car accident when I was small. I have a metal hip and knee. It acts up sometimes,” Remus explained softly, gesturing to his leg.

Sirius blinked, trying not to imagine kid-Remus in the excruciating pain that would have resulted from that sort of accident. “Fuck,” he forced out.

“Yeah. I almost died.”

Sirius found himself choked up, and looked away from Remus trying to process in a way that was normal and not at all clingy or irrationally emotional.

“Sirius? Are you okay?” Remus sounded so concerned, so nervous, that Sirius turned his head back, even though a tear escaped from his eye.

“Just– just don’t do that again, okay?” He asked.

“Wh– what? Almost die?”

“Yes.”

50.

He tried. Really, he did. But every time he got close to something more, something deeper, the image jumped back into his brain.

Fabian. On the bed. With some man. Moaning.

It had been the worst moment of his life.

He had been so sure, so completely convinced that Fabian was the one. He had pictured the wedding, the children, the life together.

Fabian, of course, had never wanted that.

He’d been inconsolable for weeks.

Sworn he never wanted love or marriage or kids. He would be single forever.

James had had to force him to move back in, if only to make sure he showered once a week.

And now…

Now, Remus.

Remus was everything Fabian wasn’t.

He was quiet. Sweet. Reassuring. Empathetic.

Fabian had been loud and brash and selfish and bold.

Sirius had thought he needed someone like Fabian. Someone like him. Someone to make life more unpredictable and exciting.

But he knew now that he needed someone like Remus. Someone to make him feel safe and reassured.

But what the fuck was he going to do about it?

“Tell him,” James urged Sirius as he drank his iced coffee and wailed about being too fucked up.

57.

It took him a week after that to get there. To bring it up. But he did.

They were sitting, again, and it spilled out of his mouth and Remus laughed about something entirely unrelated.

“I moved here because my…my ex cheated on me. I caught him in bed with someone else.”

It was like someone else was saying the words, with the cold, unattached way he spoke them.

And then he cried.

58.

They both took work off the next day, and spent the day together. Though neither called it a date, Sirius smiled to himself, knowing that was what it was. They walked through town holding hands and talking, heads close together, sharing a coffee they got from (“Don’t tell my boss, Sirius!”) Starbucks.

And when they stopped to sit at the park, Remus looked at Sirius for a moment, as if contemplating before murmuring, “Sirius…you know I…I would never do what Fabian did, right? If I…If we…I would never take you for granted like that.”

Their first kiss tasted of caramel and coffee and sunshine and tears and Sirius didn’t think anything had been better in his entire life.

73.

He’d been avoiding it for far too long, he knew. But that didn’t make him any less nervous.

Especially since James was being such a dick about it.

His excuses had run out and he stood in front of the shop, nervously shifting from foot to foot as James skipped up to the door.

“C’mon, wanker!” He yelled, throwing open the door.

Sirius walked in, still wishing he could crawl under a nearby car.

But when he did walk in, he was instantly calmed by one look from Remus.

Remus, who smiled at him like he was the only person on earth. Remus, who now called him ‘love’ and ‘baby’ and whispered comforting things in his ear when he got nervous. Remus, who had been his boyfriend for 14 days, now.

Fourteen days too long, as far as James was concerned, because he needed to give the “Potter seal of approval.”

“Coffee shop boy!” James screeched. “I have heard far too much about you!”

Sirius turned maroon. “Prongs, I swear to fucking God-”

“All good things, I hope?” Remus smiled, handing James a ready-made hot chocolate.

The look on James’s face was priceless. “Remus. Remus. RE. MUS. How did you know?”

Remus grinned and shrugged. “Anyone important to Sirius is important to me.”

James must have screamed with adoration.

Sirius very much felt like a third wheel after that.

107.

The next month felt like a dream. A dream that Sirius was terrified he would wake up from. Remus reassured him daily that he was here, that he wasn’t going anywhere, but still he worried.

Especially when Remus was a bloody idiot.

Because Remus insisted he needed no help, eleven on his bad days, which is how he ended up falling horrifically one morning as he limped (crutchless, Sirius was sure to add later) to get Sirius’s coffee.

And when he fell, he grabbed frantically for hold on something.

Of course, that something happened to be the cutting board. With the knife.

There had been blood, a lot of it, and Sirius had honestly been more panicked than Remus had. He’d never done well with blood, and it’d taken everything in him to not throw up as soon has he’d seen it.

What was worse, though, was when Remus was taken away in an ambulance (“Why did you call 999, love? I don’t need to go to the hospital, I just need a few stitches.”) he was told he couldn’t come, because he wasn’t family.

It had stung. It had angered him.

He had a full panic attack on the bloody floor of the shop, only to be found an hour later by a very confused Evan, who called James to come collect him.

108.

“I’m sorry I panicked,” he apologized into Remus’s shirt the next morning.

“I’m sorry I fell. I should’ve been using the crutch,” Remus said back quietly. "It just...I hate this sometimes, you know? I hate that I can't just- just-"

And Sirius consoled him, allowing Remus to cry into his shirt, leaving a wet spot there.

139.

The call came a month later. He was curled up on Remus’s couch, one of his new favorite spots, sipping at the coffee Remus had brought him from work.

Sirius’s phone buzzed.

He answered without thinking.

“Hello, darling,” the deep voice answered.

He almost threw the phone across the room.

It was as if Remus could sense his change in mood, squeezing his foot lightly as if to ask what was wrong.

Fabian, he mouthed to his boyfriend, who wrinkled his nose and lowered his eyebrows.

“What the fuck do you want?” Sirius asked, trying desperately to keep his voice even.

“To say I’m sorry. To get you to come home. I was so stupid, Sirius. Come home to me. All I want, all I need is you.”

And five months ago, Sirius would have died to hear those words. He would have come back to Fabian with tears and open arms. But now, all he said was, “Well, I don’t need you.”

And he moved close to Remus, who pulled him against him, murmuring how proud he was.

162.

The words came as a surprise to both of them. It had been a long day. He’d dealt with his insufferable boss and a scathing voicemail from his brother, and had accidentally overdrawn his bank account. He’d wanted to cry, and then Remus had shown up at his and James’s house with Legally Blonde on DVD and an extra large coffee.

“I love you so fucking much,” he murmured.

177.

“You scare me sometimes,” he whispered into Remus’s bare chest, sweat sticking to both of their bodies.

After working through a lot of his fears early on, the physical aspect of his relationship with Remus had been the most natural. They fit together in a way Sirius had never experienced with anyone else, man, woman, or otherwise. And Remus seemed to know how to make him fall apart with just a few gentle touches and words, sending Sirius spiraling in the best way.

But being with Remus was something better in a different way.

In past relationships, he had never been able to completely let go, to allow his brain to empty and to just be.

But Remus made him feel safe and cared for and wanted in a way he’d never felt before. It was freeing. It was beautiful. It was addicting.

It was terrifying.

“I scare you?” Remus parroted back, tracing lines along Sirius’s extremely sensitive thighs.

“You know me too well,” Sirius whispered, feeling the weight of his words.

“You deserve to be known.”

201.

They fought.

They fought about stupid things and important things.

They fought when Sirius shut down and pushed Remus away. They fought when Remus refused to allow Sirius to help him, even when he desperately needed it.

But they always made up.

“I won’t go to bed angry at you,” Sirius insisted, cleaning up the dishes and coffee cups from Remus kitchen, forcing him to talk, even when it was hard.

227.

“A key?” Sirius asked, unwrapping his birthday gift, looking questioningly at Remus.

“I…I know it’s soon,” Remus explained nervously, his breakfast and coffee untouched. “But I…Iove you, Sirius. I love being with you. Move in with me?”

He accidentally spilled the coffee on the floor in his haste to capture Remus’s lips with his own.

245.

“Come home for Christmas with me?”

“I would love to. Now pass me my coffee before I bite your head off.”

256.

Hope Lupin watched Remus and Sirius sit together on her couch, sipping the coffee she’d driven fifteen minutes for because fuck that local shit.

They were perfect. Her boy was happy. Her heart was full.

278.

Remus and James dodged snow flurries as they ran through the center of town toward a jewelry shop.

They gazed into the case at the rings, silent for a moment, taking in the importance of the occasion.

“That one? D’you…d’you think it’s okay?”

“It’s perfect, mate. Perfect.”

300.

Sirius stepped into the coffee shop hurriedly, late for work and grumpy. He’d gotten a call from James that his boss had called his house for some reason, still thinking Sirius lived there, insisting that he come in today, even though he’d been planning on catching up on some errands. So, he ran to grab coffee, pissed that he would have to skip Remus’s break.

He was so distracted he didn’t even look around the small shop, or he would have noticed James and Hope, hidden behind books.

But he did notice Remus, who threw him a signature smile. “Alright, baby?”

“I’m so sorry, Remus, I have to skip your break today. Work called me in,” Sirius grumbled angrily.

“That’s alright, love,” Remus reassured him, turning to make his coffee. “I’m sorry, that’s shite.”

“It really is. It’s–”

But he stopped. Because Remus handed him the coffee, and there, around the straw, was a fucking ring.

“Does this make it better?” Remus breathed, looking a bit fearful. “I know how you are about your coffee.”

“I–” He tried to stammer, but no words came.

“Is it alright if I don’t get down on one knee?” Remus asked, almost conversationally.

Sirius nodded mutely.

So Remus came around to Sirius’s side of the counter, grabbing his hand. “Did you know it’s been three hundred days since you first came into the shop? Three hundred fucking coffees,” he grinned, tears forming in his eyes. Sirius resisted the urge to sob. “I know this is really soon, but when you count it in coffees, I’d say that’s more than enough to know that I want you forever. That there’s nobody else by you.”

The words washed over Sirius, warming him from the outside in.

“I’ve known for a while that there’s nobody but you, Sirius. Would you…would you be willing to make it official? Marry me?” Remus’s voice sounded nervous at the end, as if Sirius would ever say no.

“That was so bloody romantic,” he heard James screech and as he nodded emphatically and pulled Remus to him in a kiss, ignoring the whoops and sobs coming from nearby.

-

And even on Halloween they all lived happily ever after, no matter what universe they were in.

Please come leave comments and kudos here because you love me?

[veespee]

MLandersen0 Community Posts

okay, here’s a sort of analysis (?) for the recent Mlandersen0 YouTube community posts, because people should talk more about them AND i need to overanalyze everything; so here ya go.

(this is part 1. there are 6 posts up rn, and this post would be WAY too long if i do all 6. so i’ve divided them to 2 parts, will post the other in a few days probably :) 

first post: Antigonish?

Antigonish is a poem written by William Hughes Mearns, which you can read here. 

I'll just write my interpretation, and how I think it relates to mla0: the poem revolves around a man, who is portrayed as a ghost. The speaker/narrator of the poem is clearly scared of this mysterious ghost man, telling him to “go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!” and “go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door…”. Now, as for the connection to mla0, i have two theories: 1. the ‘ghost’ is Slenderman, and it’s from Michael’s point of view. Which i think makes some sense, as the ghost and Slender also appear and disappear mysteriously, and of course, Michael wants him to go away, and 2. it could be about Michael’s guilt and past getting to him. All the people that are dead because of him and his want to protect himself, are haunting him, and the ghost is metaphorical. These are just theories though, so the meaning could be anything really. 

second post: So it goes?

This one is a song by band ‘Matthew and The Atlas’, you can listen to it here. According to an analysis from this website, the song talks about an entity of sorts, lingering around the speaker’s life since he was young. There’s a theme suggesting that the speaker fears the entity, and has never been able to confront it or get some closure on what it wants (as suggested in the chorus: “Deep below the earth I might have found you, High above the tower I could not see”). Also, according to a comment on the Genius page for this song, the song writer Matt Hegardy, explained that when he was young, he was attacked by a man with a knife, later resulting in bad dreams consisting of a figure standing over him. In my opinion, that’s exactly Michael’s relationship with Slenderman. Slender is an entity, plaguing Michael’s mind with nightmares, and basically ruining Michael’s life completely, but he never gets the chance to confront Slenderman, and get the closure he needs. So he’s stuck, being miserable and feeding people to Slenderman, without even knowing why. (also, now that i think about it, this could also be about Patrick. but i’m leaning towards Slenderman)

third post: And they call me a throwback when I cry, “Remember?”

The title is a lyric from the song below, Old Tyme Mem’ry by Erik Petersen. Now, the song’s overall meaning is nostalgia on vintage ways of living, as the song tells the story of a family who had to sell their farm after the death of the father, and how the new owners of the land have no connection to the land, instead opting for luxury and modernity. (thanks to this site i understood that lol, go check it out for a more in-depth analysis of the song) But in general, the atmosphere of the song is one of nostalgia and reminiscing (which is honestly the theme of all of these posts), and that’s why i’m assuming it’s Michael posting these. He’s reminiscing on the past, where everyone was ‘okay’ (as okay as they can be, at least) and alive, but know he’s alone. All he can really do is reminisce, as he has nothing now, no family, no friends. Really, I think he only has Patrick, who probably isn’t very stable, and Slenderman. 

okay that’s all i could find :) thank you for reading, and for anyone who is too bored to read all that, TL;DR: most of the themes of the songs/poems Dylan/Michael have posted have a theme of haunting/nostalgia. So my theory so far is, Michael is alive and living his life in guilt, reminiscing on the past about all of his wrong doings, and all the people who are dead because of him. He’s lonely, guilt-filled and grieving the life he could’ve had, if only everything was okay.

also!! credits to all the websites i linked, the helped me undestand the meanings of all the songs in depth, so of course, lot's of credits to them.

[chelledoggo]

My Analysis of "Lazarus Drug" by Meg Washington, and how it pertains to Bluey's "The Sign" [MASSIVE BLUEY SPOILERS]

(This post is going to deviate from my typical "all lowercase" typing style because I kinda want it to be taken seriously lol.)

So, I was doing some dishes earlier, and I started thinking about the song "Lazarus Drug" by Meg Washington. I started mulling over the lyrics and thinking about how it was used at the ending of the Bluey special "The Sign." The wheels kinda started turning and I felt compelled to attempt to present my interpretation and the thoughts I have about it.

Now, I'm not a music theorist or a seasoned philosopher or TV critic. I'm just about as much of a layperson as one can be. I'm just kinda calling things as I see them.

Although only the final portion of the song was used in The Sign, I wanna go over the full version of the song to give a better understanding of what all the pieces mean put together.

This probably won't be a play-by-play of every lyric (because I'm not that smart lol), but I'll do my best to get the point across.

Let's begin!

[MASSIVE BLUEY SPOILERS BEGIN BELOW THE CUT]

I am asleep, I am a slug I am a thief, I am a thug

The first lines of the song give the impression that the singer perceives herself as an impure person. She seems to bring attention to her vices of focusing too much on the self to the point where it could potentially hurt others.

You are grace, you are belief You are a Lazarus drug

This is where the song title comes in, and this section in particular is clearly very heavy on Biblical imagery.

Lazarus was a figure in the Bible, specifically the Gospel of John (John 11:1-45). He died of illness and had been in the tomb for four days. Jesus loved Lazarus so much, that he had wept upon the confirmation of his death. He then went to the tomb where Lazarus lie and resurrected him.

Note how the singer refers to the subject as a "Lazarus drug." When you think of a drug, you think either of something meant to treat an illness, or something meant to give someone a high. However, in this case, I think it's both.

Meg Washington said the following in an interview with ABC's (Australia) Double J radio station:

"'Lazarus Drug' is a song about love and euphoria and revival. It's really just an ode to whatever it is in your life – or my life – that makes you feel like rising up and floating in the middle of the air and splitting into light beams of happiness. "Writing this song was really special for me, because every time I sing it I feel the same way that I felt when I wrote it. I really wanted to make something that sounded like how we can make each other feel if we try very hard to share love."

The subject of the song is a loving, caring figure. You could even argue that they are a Christlike figure. The love and compassion that they extend to the singer not only heals their pain, but makes them feel high, as illustrated in these lyrics a few lines later.

And when you make A perfect circle in the sky I get so high I get so high I'm like a planet And I can't come down Oh, I can't come down

The next verse begins like this:

You are an angel And when you weep, the heavens rain I am a mermaid, eating at the sushi train

The "mermaid at the sushi train" metaphor is kind of up in the air, but I believe it might once again be highlighting the singer's selfishness.

Like, why would a mermaid be eating sushi? Why would she be eating her little fishy friends? Like imagine if Ariel was advertising frozen fishsticks... Oh wait...

It seems like a metaphor for thinking more about your own hunger rather than the needs of those you're meant to care for.

We sort of see this in both Bandit and Rad's subplots in "The Sign."

Bandit gets this high-paying new job in another city. He's going to have to uproot his family's life and take them away from the people they love and care about in Brisbane. However, Bandit doesn't really seem to consider too much how this might emotionally affect Bluey and Bingo. The way he sees it, he's doing the right thing. He believes he's guaranteeing a bright and comfy future for the Heeler family. He means well, of course. But in this case he's being so short-sighted that he doesn't seem to really take his family's feelings into account.

Likewise, Rad plans to move himself and Frisky out west after their wedding... Except that he didn't bother bringing this up to Frisky herself. His motives were arguably even more self-centered and short-sighted. He didn't bother asking Frisky how uprooting her own life would affect her. He just... assumed he could just smooth it over after the wedding. (I love you Rad, but... dick move, man. Dick move.)

But when you look in me With language in your eyes I get so high I get so high I'm like a planet And I can't come down

When the singer stops and looks at the subject, gazing into her eyes without needing to say a word, that "Lazarus drug high" comes back. She realizes that she's not in it alone. That there's people around her that love her and care for her, and they matter just as much as she does.

When Rad finally catches up to Frisky at the Lookout, they have this moment:

Now at surface level "I know you like it here" could just be referring to the Lookout, since it's one of Frisky's favorite places. But on a deeper level, I think we can tell what this really means. It's referring to Brisbane. You can even see the city in the background here.

Rad finally wakes up and realizes how much Frisky's home means to her. Neither one of them has to say a word about Brisbane for us to know that Rad's had a change of heart about moving. The way they look at each other during this scene speaks volumes.

Likewise, there's... the moment.

Moving day.

I feel it in the morning I feel how low it lies And then I hear you calling And then I start to rise I feel it in the morning I feel how low it lies And then I hear you call my name And then I start to rise

The Heeler house is all packed up in boxes, and the family is getting into the car to leave their driveway for the final time.

But just as Bandit's about to get in the driver's seat, he stops to answer a call from Bucky, letting him know that the Sheepdogs decided at the last minute not to buy the Heeler house.

After the call ends, Bandit walks over to peel the "SOLD" sticker off the "For Sale" sign.

He then gazes back at his family waiting in the car. No words are exchanged. He just takes a moment to look into their eyes. He's reflecting on what this move will mean for them. He remembers all the sorrow Bluey and Bingo endured over the revelation.

And suddenly his eyes are opened to what really matters...

And when I hear you calling Like you were always there I rise until I'm hanging In the middle of the air

He grabs hold of the sign, pulling it with the strength of two Bandits.

And when I hear you calling I split like I'm a snake With golden light like fingers And then I start to break Into a billion pieces

And...

...YEET.

Oh, I shatter into constellations Like I've never been more here Like I completely disappear

The ego shatters. Bandit foregoes the self and realizes his oneness with his family. That they all matter. That what they have in Brisbane is beautiful.

Sure, he could assure himself a cushy high-paying job and ensure a "comfy" life for his family.

But his family was already comfortable. More than comfortable, even.

His preconceived notions of what a "good life" could be disappear, because he knows they already have a good life.

I'm nothingness, but shining And everywhere at once I'm everything and everyone who is or ever was

Now this line is particularly interesting to me.

In eastern spirituality, especially Buddhism, there's a concept of "emptiness." Basically nothing and no one exists purely in and of itself. "Everything and everyone who is or ever was" exists because of interconnections through other factors. There's no inherent "thing" or "self." We're all one.

The words "emptiness" and "nothingness" in our western mindset seems to denote a feeling of despair and sadness. I think this is why Meg chose to word it as "nothingness, but shining." In the eastern mindset, "nothingness" is something that is shining and beautiful. It's not a sense of loneliness, rather a sense that you are not alone.

Bluey isn't a stranger to incorporating eastern spiritual thought into its episodes. Probably the most famous example is the episode "Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound," which is loosely based off the Buddhist story of Kisa Gotami. The episode "Hide and Seek" alludes to the practice of mindfulness meditation, which is a practice rooted in eastern traditions. You could even argue that the episode "Slide" has themes of Ahimsa, the eastern principle of nonviolence and not causing harm to other living things.

Even "The Sign" incorporates the Taoist parable of the Farmer, which teaches about accepting the unexpected of life, and not labelling anything as "fortunate" or "unfortunate."

I also personally see themes of the aforementioned principle of interconnectedness. The whole episode is basically a literal "butterfly effect." Every little thing, from Frisky leaving the wedding and the Heelers going to look for her, to Flappy (who originally appeared in "Slide." Oh wow, this goes deep!) flying into the Heelers' car, to Bluey finding a lucky coin, only for it to get stuck in the binoculars that the Sheepdogs later use to spot their new dream house... it all leads up to the ending.

The ending in and of itself can't really be labelled as a perfect happy ending, either. Bandit can no longer accept his new job, and will probably need to find new work in Brisbane. How will it go?

"We'll see."

And You're nothingness, but shining And everywhere at once You're everything, we're everyone who is or ever was, forever

The final lines are just a pronoun switch of the ones before them. This could be interpreted in multiple ways. The singer could be addressing the subject of the song, but she could also be addressing the listener.

The song ends on a reminder that we're all connected. We're affected by the circumstances we face, including the love we're shown by others. Likewise, the love we show others affects them and those around them.

Isn't that kind of one of the overarching messages of Bluey as a whole? How we treat others - our friends, our families, our children - goes a long, long way.

...

WHOO. That ended up being more of a ramble than I thought.

Anyway, I'm just calling this as I personally see it from my silly overthinking layperson perspective. You shouldn't by any means take what I say as gospel, but I do hope I've at least given you something to think about.

And, of course, feel free to share your own interpretations!

If you've made it to the end of this massive skyscraper of text, thank you so, so much. I love you. 💖

[speakergame]

How would you rate the singing voices of the ROs and Speaker? Also, how would you describe their voices? (You don't really need to include Kana in the response, but I am curious about how their voice sounds.)

I wanna sing a lullaby for my twin or serenade my lover ;-;

I don't think this has been asked before, but I'm sorry for being repetitive if it has. Anyway, you're awesome! Have a good day <3

Seer's voice is pretty good, a bit on the breathy side because she doesn't have much practice projecting it, but she has good pitch. Hums to herself a lot when she's sewing, and sings along with the car radio on road trips. I personally imagine her sounding a bit like Kina Grannis, but your mileage may vary.

Kana obviously has a great singing voice, partially due to being a siren but mostly because they work for it. I imagine their music sounding a lot like When Rivers Meet, especially the lead singer's voice but also blues-rock is very much Kana's favorite genre to play/sing

(When Rivers Meet's new single also feels very lyrically-appropriate :3)

Azalea has a nice singing voice, soft and soothing and mostly used for singing to her garden. One of the few things she's not shy about. Speaker has probably heard it before. Most likely of all the ROs to sing you a lullaby. A bit Florence Welch-like.

Sebastian's voice is a bit on the rough side, but intentionally so. Gravelly, I guess you could call it. It suits the kind of music he likes to listen to. If I had to compare it to someone, the closest would probably be like... David Draiman?

Rory doesn't really care what they sound like. Their voice is for singing along with the radio and in the shower and that's good enough for them. Sometimes a little off-pitch, sometimes completely tone-deaf, sometimes pretty good, always enthusiastic.

No one can prove Li's singing voice exists. No one's ever heard it before.

I do have a few things in my notes about Speaker getting a choice to sing to (or with) Kana if you're on their route 👀 as for the others, I'm not sure yet, but I'll write it down and revisit the idea in the future 😉

[at1nys-blog]

Can you do some Deidara headcanons? 🖤

Sure thing anon🖤 hope you like this, also this is very random because the more I wrote the more ideas came to mind (pretty sure this is modernAU headcanons but that is what came to mind first)

Deidara’s Headcanons

Deidara strikes me as an annoying type of guy

As in he would always tell people that what he does is the best

His ideas are better

And so on

People don’t like him

His friends barely can stand him this is why he has few friends

He is artistic and he knows he is very good at what he does

Has every social media platform in existence where he shares his art

His favorite is Twitter (X)

Because there is where the “haters” interact with his posts the most

He laughs at them most of the times

Some other he just gets very angry and insult them

Heavily

Like his accounts have been suspended a couple of times or shut down

He insults people a lot in the real world too

Not for fun though

He would when they deserve it and he would be so mean

He KNOWS how to dress

Some of his clothes are customized by him

Or hand made from him sometimes

He is a good driver (both car and motorcycle)

Would go fast when alone

But if someone asked him to go slower he would try his best to do so (still speed here and there)

He has a pretty calligraphy

His family and friends would ask him to write letters for holidays and such

Not that much jealous. And if he gets jealous he would just stop talking because he is upset

In a relationship he needs someone opposite of him

Someone calm and chill but that isn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit

He would be annoyed but doesn’t talk back

He is a yapper, so he would like someone that would listen and doesn’t tend to cut him off

He will be himself no matter what

Outside the house

Inside?

He would be less annoying

And probably would take the time to listen to his partner more

His love language is words of affirmation

He wants to be complimented a lot

Might indulge in his partner love language but he is subtle about it

Partner has words of affirmation as love language? Compliments them but adds a little “stupid” or something like that

Quality of time? Hangs out with them doing grocery but always complains when they can get home

(Is kinda funny to see him complaining)

Acts of service? Will help around the house when they aren’t around

Might say he wasn’t at home at all so this is why the house is clean

Gift giving? He would buy something from nowhere and casually giving it to them

Physical touch? If it is outside simple holding hands is what his partner will get

But at home he will give them light touched here and there and let them hug him more

He likes to collect pretty things

He needs them? No. Does he buy them regardless? Yes

BIG on skin care

Will not skip a day

Will force/remember his partner to do the same

Also has a very strict hair care routine.

He smells of citrus fruits

He uses hands cream (orange or lemon or a mix of citrus fruits)

He knows how to cook, nothing too fancy but he can cook

He is good at managing his money

He likes sparkling water

He is a cocktail type of guy but doesn’t refuse a beer or some wine

He doesn’t like anything too complicated or extravagant but will try it on special occasions

He likes to listen to music. More as a background sound so he actually doesn’t know almost any lyrics (if not for his favorite artists)

Might be into rap

Hates trap music

But he listen to it sometimes to see if there is something good coming out of it (he is surprised when he finds something he likes and that is objectively good)

His room? Chaotic. Paints, brushes, canvas, DIY tools and what’s not all over the place

And he has never the time or the energies to put everything in order

A lot of unfinished projects.

He likes to use a projector to watch things (movies/tv shows/ YouTube videos…)

Holidays with him? Drama filled

And he lives for being the one creating drama

For New Year do NOT invite him because he would take over the original plan and rearrange it with something *cofcof*everything*cofcof* he would like to do.

[hiiroamagisbestfriend]

hi! welcome new enstars blog 🔥 i saw that ur reqs are open so many i req leo and/or arashi with a s/o who struggles with sleeping? i haven’t been sleeping properly for the past two weeks so it’s fun knowing that i actually got 8 hrs of sleep this time LMAOO thank u! 🫶

A S/O that struggles with sleeping!

w/ Leo Tsukinaga & Arashi Narukami x GN! Reader

congrats on getting your 8 hours! little achievements matter too after all! I'm not sure if you wanted HC's or full on fics so I settled for HC's right now!

Warnings: None! Just lots of sleepy fluff!

Leo Tsukinaga

✩ Leo would. Not be the best influence when it comes to having a healthy sleep schedule, I'm sorry.

✩ He looks like the type where if inspiration REALLY struck him he wouldn't even be able to tell if days had passed.

✩ So if you tell him that you're having trouble sleeping, I fear the situation would look something like this:

"Oh? (Y/N), you can't sleep? Then how about you help me think up some lyrics! I've got plenty of good songs around here but I haven't gotten around to writing some lyrics!"

Leo says with his trademark pep and cheer, his eyes sparkling at the prospect of his precious S/O helping him out with his music.

You could never say no to that face, how could you? Nothing makes you happier than seeing your boyfriend in his element after all, and maybe if you help him, it'll tire you out and you can actually get some shut eye.

"Thanks so much! You're the best! I love youuu~!" Leo cheered when you gave him that slight nod of approval. Quickly rummaging around his desk for some sheet music.

✩ And so the two of you had a very productive, yet tiring night. As you wrote the lyrics for the 3rd song that evening, the realization that overworking is probably not the proper solution to lack of sleep dawned upon you.

✩ Leo would probably be happily writing his nth song that night when he sees you just staring blankly at some papers.

✩ He'd feel guilty, seeing you look so tired and out of it, while he happily writes yet another masterpiece. He had the best intentions, really. If you couldn't sleep, then why not just help him out since you're already up? It'll be a great bonding experience!

✩ Even though his mind is still bursting full of inspiration, he'd tuck away whatever it was he was writing, choosing to go over to you and give you a little nudge.

"Let's go to bed, (Y/N)! We made a lot of progress already, don't you think!" He faked a yawn, knowing full well he could still continue writing for a few more hours.

When you replied with a tired, "Sure~". He grabbed you by the hand and led you to his bed, making you lay down on it as he places the covers over you.

He silently looks for some earphones, plugging them into his phone and your ears. Before you could ask him what he was doing, you started to hear a very peaceful melody from the piano app on his phone.

"Sorry, I was being selfish wasn't I?" He muttered under his breath, thinking that you wouldn't hear him over the soft sounds of the piano.

"Good Night, Leo. I lov-" You cut yourself off when you suddenly dozed off, the most peaceful and serene look on your face that Leo has seen in weeks. You didn't get to finish what you were saying, but he had a good idea of what it was.

He quietly leans over to your sleeping face, placing a small kiss on your cheek. "I love you too, (Y/N)." He whispers, the sounds of the piano leading you into a very happy and peaceful dream.

Arashi Narukami

✩ You would NOT need to tell her that you haven't been sleeping well. She can tell. Like she would take one look at you and realize you have NOT been sleeping right at all.

✩ Arashi would probably try and piece together why you seemed that tired in the first place before thinking of what to do.

✩ When she realizes that you just generally haven't been able to sleep well lately, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

"You know, (Y/N), you seem kind of restless lately? That kind of thing is no good for your skin you know!" Arashi playfully scolds, though good skin IS important, she'd rather see her S/O well rested and healthy more than anything. "Luckily for you, I know exactly what to do!"

She practically drags you to her room, before making you sit down on a very comfy reclining chair. "Just sit still okay? Let me spoil you every now and then" She says with a wink, before she starts procuring some of her products that she uses for relaxation.

She starts by putting a mud mask on your face, it feels a bit heavy, but in the comforting way. She giggles a bit as she can practically see the comfort spread throughout your body. "These are a bit cliché, but these are necessary for the look!" She exclaims as she places some sliced cucumbers on top of your eyes, the cool and moist feeling on your heavy eyes making you deflate.

✩ After that, she starts giving you some firm but gentle massages, on your shoulders, neck, and legs. While she's hard at work doing that, she still finds the time to chat to you about her day and other fun things she's experienced recently.

✩ This was stress relief for her too, after all! Being able to take care of her adorable S/O is practically healing Arashi too! Sure you weren't replying much to her stories, but just having you listen was already plenty.

✩ She was complaining about a bad shoot she had recently when she heard some light snoring from you, slowly removing the cucumbers to see that you were totally passed out.

✩ Arashi stretches a bit, and compliments herself for a job well done, clearing the face mask from you before carrying you to her bed.

When Arashi laid you out on her bed she couldn't help but think about how beautiful you looked. "It's like you're my sleeping beauty!" She exclaimed, before wincing as she saw you make a sour face due to the noise.

Arashi laid down beside your sleeping form, gently caressing your hair, and admiring just how angelic you looked. "I'm no Prince Charming, so this shouldn't wake you up, right?" She whispers as she peppers your face with light kisses, laughing softly to herself before she eventually falls asleep too.

AAAND we're done! I hope this was what you were looking for!

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