#tries to contain the urge to be like 'my husband LOVES ME BTW and this song is A FICTIONAL WORK not based on ANY actual EVENTS

[tennessoui]

33 obikin 🙏

bless i can't write anything straightforward or normal to save my life

33. Celebrity/Fan AU (modern AU, singer Obi-Wan)(1.8k)

Obi-Wan had only wanted to cook, really.

He’d decided on Tuesday night that he would take Friday off as a sort of self-care day. He needed it. In the midst of a world tour, finally with a week to breathe back in his home city, he’d wanted to relax for a day. One day without music or an audience of any kind, just him in an apartment filled mostly with dusty counters and almost expired foods.

He loves his fans, because of course he loves his fans. He loves the fact that people relate to what he writes enough to listen to his albums, although he has gone through several different sounds over the course of his career. He loves that he can be 39 and still touring the world, even though he started his career as a 13-year-old-child-actor turned teen-pop-sensation turned serious musician turned perhaps-washed-up-serious-musician turned very-much-serious-musician-actually-this-time.

If not for his fans, he wouldn’t be able to afford this house on the outskirts of his town. He wouldn’t be able to boast his performances in three-fourths of the world’s major cities. He wouldn’t be able to continue to have a career. No. He loves his fans.

It’s just that sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he just wants peace and quiet, a moment to himself, where he can float away without concerning himself with the flow of the setlist, the timing of the encore, the lyrics and rhythms of songs he wrote a decade ago when he was practically a different person.

It’s just such a shame that Obi-Wan leaves the handle of the wooden spoon too close to the stove’s open flame when he stirs and adjusts the heat to low for an hour so he can go soak off his stress in the bath.

It’s just such a shame that the smoke alarms from the kitchen cannot be heard over the music he’s playing in the master bath.

Obi-Wan sinks beneath the water, enjoying the unyielding pressure. He doesn’t want to retire, he tells himself. He has so many more songs to write. Sure, he hasn’t written an actual good song in two years and people are starting to notice. Sure, the intense scrutiny is driving him up the wall and killing anything creative that he’s ever harbored in his soul. Sure, his muscles and bones ache and he had almost had a breakdown the other day when he first walked through the door of his home and couldn’t remember if there was a bathroom on the first floor, but.

But he doesn’t want to retire yet. He just has to admit he’s waning, even to himself. Whatever inspiration he had has been used up or otherwise escaped. All he has now to his name are songs that have already been sung.

He doesn’t know how long he spends in the bath, really. Long enough that the album changes twice. Long enough that his fingers prune up and his eyes grow lax. Long enough that he tells himself that no matter how soothing the lavender essence is, it would be very dangerous for him to fall asleep in the bath because the news articles alone would be enough to raise him from the dead only to strike him down again.

(Long enough for the wooden spoon’s handle next to the pot to catch on fire. Long enough for that fire to burn down to the oil on the spoon itself. Long enough for the dishtowel it was resting on to ignite as well.)

The smoke alarm clues in before Obi-Wan does.

Luckily, Obi-Wan had paid extra for a smoke alarm that, when registering a certain threshold of smoke, sends a notification to the closest fire department.

Luckily, this all happens while Obi-Wan is unaware, but before he becomes in peril.

He actually remains unaware of the whole thing right up until the moment a fully-suited firefighter kicks through the door of his bathroom.

That’s when he jerks up, very unceremoniously. “Fucking Chr--what?” he shouts, raising a hand to cover his exposed chest for reasons unknown.

“Obi--??” the masked firefighter starts to say, in something akin to shock, but like Obi-Wan is going to give ground here and now. He’s cornered the market on shock on this occasion, thanks much.

“What the--”

“Your house is on fire!” the man yells over him, looking around the bathroom wildly until he sees a fluffy off-white bathrobe hanging by a hook near the door. He throws it at Obi-Wan, who just catches it before it can get wet.

“My house is what?” Obi-Wan splutters, standing automatically to put on the piece of clothing. The helmet of the firefighter turns away to give him privacy. Despite himself, he finds it rather endearing. He ties the belt around his waist tightly, stepping out of the tub.

As soon as he’s out of the water, the other man swoops him up and over his shoulder. Obi-Wan lets out a scream which he’ll probably be absolutely mortified about later.

But now, what’s more distressing is the way his body is responding to the hold he’s been placed in. He’s thirty-nine years old. He’s definitely too old for this. He should definitely know better than to be even slight aroused by such a display of...strength and stalwartness and--

The man walks him out of the bathroom and the very first thing he notices is the heat that hits his skin. “Oh!” he whimpers and then yells wordlessly in absolute panic as he realizes what this heat must mean. His house is on fire. Actual fire. Actually on fire. There’s a fireman here. Because his house is on fire.

He’s only a little ashamed to admit that there’s a fair amount of thrashing that happens immediately upon this realization.

Enough so, in fact, that the firefighter transfers him from over his shoulder to cradled in his arms, so as to hold tightly against the movement of his limbs. “Stop--moving!” the man says irritably. Obi-Wan wants to tell him to work on his bedside manner, seeing as how his house is on fire, but he doesn’t have time before they descend the stairs and he can see the actual flames.

The stairs themselves are fine, which makes sense. Hot air rises. The dining room, parlor, and entryway look like they’re absolutely covered in fire though, so really his fireman was just in time to save him.

The smoke is acrid against the back of his throat, and Obi-Wan buries his face against the textured shoulder of his rescuer's uniform just so he doesn’t have to look or breathe the air, although he feels the smoke already working its way through his lungs. Well. That might just be his imagination.

They’re out of the house in a matter of seconds, and Obi-Wan’s eyes water immediately at the difference in air quality.

The man who’s been carrying him sets him down gently on the lip of the fire truck, far enough away from the house that he’s not in any danger--though most of the place is fine still--but close enough that someone can keep an eye on him. He doesn’t know why he hadn’t remembered to grab his phone. That phone was very important. Hopefully the other firefighters will be able to stop the fire before it reaches his bathroom.

His firefighter seems intent on hovering close to him, even as there's a fire raging in the background. Obi-Wan supposes that there's around five firefighters on his property, including the one in front of him. The other four should probably be able to handle it, whether or not the fifth decides to join in or stay hovering around Obi-Wan like he's a sickly orphan.

“Are you okay?” An earnest voice asks him from under the helmet.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth to say he’s fine, that at most he just feels like an idiot for being stranded outside in his bathrobe as a group of public service officials fight a fire he certainly, most likely, probably caused.

But he starts to cough instead, and his firefighter steps forward immediately, placing one hand on his back and the other on his chest, both beneath his robe. He hopes the man can't feel his shiver. That would be even more mortifying than his current situation.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Obi-Wan wheezes after the coughs have passed. The helmet the man is wearing only shows a quarter of his face, but he looks awfully boyish. “Aren’t you a little young to be a firefighter?”

“Deep breaths, please,” the man (boy?) tells him, which isn’t a proper response. “There’s an ambulance already on the way--it’s protocol, sir--but yes, I’m trained in emergency medical response.”

“A man of many talents,” Obi-Wan says dazedly, rubbing a hand against his chest where it aches as he watches a few men run around his house with a house. “And here all I can do is sing.”

“Hopefully you still can, sir,” his firefighter responds. “Only I’ve got tickets for your show in two days, and my little sister has been excited for weeks over this.”

Obi-Wan laughs despite himself. He’s sure it sounds at least a little bit hysterical. “Would you like me to dedicate a song for you? The man who saved my life?”

Even the helmet can't hide the nice shade of red his firefighter blushes at those words.

“What’s your name?” Obi-Wan asks, smoothing down his still-damp hair. It feels important to know his name. It feels just as important to look his best, given the circumstances.

The firefighter ducks his head and takes off his helmet. Obi-Wan wonders if the man should be going back to work, or if he’s been assigned victim duty. Either way, Obi-Wan isn’t going to complain, definitely not after his firefighter shakes out his hair and turns to face him with a sheepish grin stretching across a handsome face. “‘M Anakin,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan is awfully aware that he’s dressed only in his bathrobe in front of a very pretty firefighter who seems to know who he is--who seems to have tickets for his upcoming show. “Call me Obi-Wan,” he tells him, already trying to remember his manager’s phone number so that he can bump Anakin and his sister’s tickets up to the VIP section. It’s the least he can do, after all. Anakin had just saved his life.

“Wish it was under better circumstances,” Anakin says with a shy sort of twist of his mouth. Obi-Wan gets the impression that it isn’t just his little sister that’s been excited for his concert. An impression that is solidified quickly as Anakin tacks on, “I’m a huge fan of your work.”

Obi-Wan laughs incredulously at this, at the entire situation, at the man in front of him, at the fact that some part of his brain has started composing a song the second his firefighter had smiled at him in his bathrobe with his tired face and wet hair, kitchen burning his house down because he’d forgotten basic fire-safety rules in favor of his own self-care soak.

“Well,” he says, patting his firefighter’s knee, “I don’t have to tell you that I’m a huge fan of your work as well.”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Uh can you do a request for me were overhaul has to deal with the gross aspects of father hood because his s/o is away on a trip and won’t be back for a week and he has to like change diapers clean out the babies boogers which is always hard to do and stuff like the thank you

SORRY! IT TOOK TWO DAYS I HAD A MIND BLOCK JESUS CHRIST IM SO SORRY

Loved the idea btw. Honestly I had so much fun writing these XD

"This is going to be a disaster. I'm warning you." Chisaki said while you checked your bags one last time for the trip that your parents suddenly demanded you on it.

And the worst part... you couldn't bring your babies...

"Is not going to be a disaster Kai." You giggled as you watched your husband on the door frame, already looking apprehensive at the tiny baby beaming happily at you from his crib.

"You're his father." You scooped Kaito in your arms coing at him when he nuzzled in your neck "Kaito never gave us too much work. So I trust my handsome devil to take care of our child." You smiled sweetly at your husband, offering for him to hold Kaito.

He glared at the infant for a while before picking him up. The baby already trying to play with his piercings.

"No Kaito." Chisaki swat the tiny hand away from his ear before receiving a tiny slap on his cheek while his son made a noise of possibly protest at his order.

You bite the inside of your cheek to contain your laugh at seing your husband frowing down at the baby as he pinched his tiny nose to make him stop tryingto reach his ear.

A honk broke you out of your thoughts as Chisaki sighed in annoyance.

"Your family is rather impatient, aren't they?" He mumbled while accompaning you to the gates.

"Sorry." You smiled embarrassingly, only stopping in your tracks to nuzzle your son's chubby face and give him a kiss of goodbye.

Chisaki smiled at the scene, seing his beautiful angel treat something that came from him with such adoration... you were always like this...

You sighed sadly before bringing Chisaki's black mask down to his chin to give him a deep kiss, which he hummed in appreciation.

"I will be back in at least five or six days my knight." You said while carresing his cheek lovingly before putting his black mask on again. "Take care of our little deviant..."

"As if I wouldn't. Be safe." He picked Kaito hands and waved slightly "Say goodbye to your mother brat." The baby giggled up at his father before barbling something to you.

"We need to work on your speaking..." you laughed at Chisaki's serious comment and gave your baby a last kiss waving at them as you entered the car.

Chisaki sighed and returned inside the house with Kaito in his arms still.

"Alright. Sounds like is only mans on the house apparently..." he placed Kaito on the baby chair as he placed a bottle right in front of him.

"Let's see... your mother left some things separately for you to eat..." he looked inside the fridge before jerking away at the sudden jet of milk almost hitting the back of his head.

Thank god he had good reflexes.

He looked at the baby whose was giggling at his father surprised face while he tried to put his open mouth on the wrong side of the bottle.

"...Kaito I swear if you weren't an infant you would be cleaning this with a toothbrush..." he groaned picking something to clean the mess. Before he could even do that he heard a little groan coming from his son while he still tried to reach the liquid on the wrong side of the bottle.

"Kaito. Wrong side." He smirked placing the napkin down before picking his son and the bottle up and thankfully handing it to him.

"You're not much smart, are you?" He asked while holding him up.

Just when Kaito finished, he scrunched his face, seeming like he was in discomfort as Chisaki only stared for a while.

Oh, right, burping...

He reluctantly put Kaito on his shoulder and patted his back slightly... already cringing when he felt something wet and warm on his shoulder...

"Of course you would do that..." the baby laughed making Chisaki even more irritaded.

"Its going to be a long week..."

Shit.. Literally shit.

"I can't do this."

"Well, too bad because he is your son." Chrono sayed to Chisaki already providing any orders for him to do it.

"PLeASe JuST SOMEOnE CLeAn his ShiT! The SMeLL IS FUcKInG TerRiBle." Begged Mimic.

Even with their masks on, the three man were suffering... were babies supposed to have that much of a power?

"Kai come on. Don't tell me you never changed your son's diaper even once..." Chisaki stayed quiet for a moment before answering his friend.

"(Y/N) did this part..." Chrono looked at his childhood friend, definitely not amused as Mimic snickered.

"How the hell you two still together? Poor chick has to deal with this shit everday?" Asked the man sarcastically, already regreting when he saw the death glare of Overhaul.

"If you are so smart with words Irinaka, please teach me how to change the diaper of my own son which I made it with my wife differently from your lonely self who apparentlyits only good with money and nothing else." Mimic shivered at the dark tone of voice of Chisaki and immediately apologized.

Even marrying you and had a son, Overhaul could be scary as fuck when he wanted without any efforts...

"Chisaki the entire place is getting infected by the smell. Please, I'm actually begging in here." Pleaded Chrono as he putted closer his mask.

Chisaki send daggers at the two man before adjusting his gloves and oppening the bomb. Thankfully he had holded his breath and quickly changed the boy.

He immediately left out a long puff of breath as soon as he throwed the used diaper on a near trash... Getting a spray shortly after and desperately trying to erase the smell of the room.

His son laughed at his father's desperation, earning a glare from Chisaki.

"You're enjoying this aren't you little rascal?" He picked his son up "I have to give your mother more credit. Honestly, dont you feel ashamed of making your mother suffer?" The baby poked his tongue out at him which he only scoffed.

He was surprised to turn his back and saw Chrono and Mimic passed out on the ground.

"...Weaklings." he simply said.

They didn't had the same stragy that you did honey because if you smelled that shit you would be knocked out too.

Chisaki was tired already and was pleading to whoever was listening that you came back home earlier than expected.

"Two days Kai Chisaki... Two days..." he growled as he dodged again from a jerk of baby food coming right at his face.

"Kaito I swear to god... just please eat this." He tried carefully feed his son the apple sauce but Kaito swatted his hand away.

"You little..." he contained his urge to swear as he breath in slowly.

When he oppened his eyes again he saw his son... eating the damn apple sauce with his bare hands... making a complete mess on his chubby face and dark brow hair.

"You must be joking...." just when he sayed that the baby burbed and a little of vomit landed on his clothes.

Chisaki's eye twitched... he swears that he was doing on purpose at this point.

"Have anything else?" Asked sarcastically the tired man, shortly after regreting when he heard a faint fart.

"Kaito for the love of-" he almost shouted if he wasn't so good at self control.

The worst part is that every time he almost losed his pacience his son only laughed harder and even sometimes made more messes for him to clean up later.

You came back one day earlier; can't standing the longing for your two favorite boys; and started to look for Chisaki.

You find your husband, sitting on the couch as he sometimes rocked the crib he placed on the living room.

You sitted by his side and greeted him as you enveloped your arms around his arms. Chisaki sighed in relief and leaned his head against yours for a bit.

"How did it go?" You whispered before Chisaki looked you dead on the eye.

"Babies are disgusting... Especially this one." He pointed with his covered chin at the sleeping boy in front of you.

You giggled quietly as you kissed his cheek lovingly.

"I swear, this brat was enjoying my frustation." He rested his chin on the top of your head "Your a warior my angel... you deserved this break from Kaito honestly, but don't go out again..." he closed his eyes, smelling your sweet scent.

He missed this... 6 days were too much for him... He wanted his angel...

"My poor knight, he really tired you out huh?" You kissed under one of his eyes, before he took of his mask to kiss you properly.

"Well, at least it wasn't a complete disaster like I imagined." He said nuzzling your nose with his.

You two were interrupted by a loud yelp, Kaito happily making grabby hands at you as he pronounced some incoherents words.

Chisaki groaned as he buried his face on the crook of your neck as you eargly bringed Kaito into your lap.

"Hi my baby! Did yoi have fun with daddy?" The baby gargled a response as he tried to reach your nose "Really? Tell me more about it!" You poked his nose emiting a cute giggled from the little boy.

He honestly have no fucking idea how vould you understand what Kaito said, but that didn't stop him from smiling in your neck and oppening one eye to watch at his son playing with you.

Looking at him right there it didn't seemed like he was a ball of dirt and filth... But somehow his son looked so bright, almost reaching the light that he saw on you... but still not enough.

"What? All of that? Geez daddy is super cool right?" The baby giggled as Chisaki rolled his eyes scoffing, lifting his face from your neck.

"He did not say that."

"Of course he did!"

"No, knowing this brat, he probably just sayed something about me being a fool or how he enjoyed seing my suffering."

You burst in laughter when your baby giggled and Chisaki pinched his nose as a revenge.

The little devil had seemed to just nod at comfirmation of his father comment....

[ask-slasher-blog]

OK imagine rz Michael gets a new nurse who really says to him nice things, takes actually good care of him and one day he hears them saying "I just think he's a poor soul who has been through a lot and deserves love and compassion" and his hearts just 💗💗 and BTW they keep him calm so Loomis just decided to get them together the most time just in case someone angers him. Like they're so close it gets to a point where Michael takes his mask of because they like his face. And he likes them

//Oh my god, yes please?? I don’t know if this was a request for a small oneshot but I’m making it into one (T^T)

It was midnight, and the asylum was still awake with nurses rumbling about and night-shift guards roaming. You and a few of the older female nurses were giving out that nights medicine. You would’ve done it while in Michael’s room, but one nurse in particular; Nurse Sarah Ryan, a 63-year-old nurse with severe arthritis in her hands, needed help with giving her medicine to her own patients under her care and supervision.

You had soon helped to finish her job, and strolled the cart slowly to Michael’s room, you and the old dark-skinned woman talked and talked, chatting blindly about family and work and really any topic that managed to arrive from your mouths. You had learned that she had two children, and her husband works in a wood factory, when suddenly, she turned to you, about two feet away from Michael’s room. “Tell me somethin’ sweetheart—why’re you still workin’ here?” You looked at the old woman, surprise showing on your pale/dark/tan face. You gulped, clearing your throat and pulling a small lock of (h/c) hair behind your ear. “Pardon..?” You asked, confused. She pursed her lips, eyes narrowing before cocking her old hip out, being a bigger woman. She pointed at Michael’s door. “Most nurses who come to take care of that hunk of a man, end up leaving within the first week,” she said, turning to look You in the eye. “You’ve lasted three months,” she said, crossing her arms. “Most who work here fear that man who resides behind that door, where he makes those god-fore sakes masks all day. No one has seen his face, and yet security cameras show that he takes his mask of his face when you are around and now hunny—“ she paused, taking a deep breathe from her rant, “That man acts like a goddamn puppy around you, and I’m sorry for snoopin’ through the live feed but he lets you touch him.” She purses her lips. “The last time some one touched him or his things, he stabbed them with a goddamn fork! Now tell me, how are you still alive?”

You took a moment to react to her rant, eyes wide and blinking like a doe. “W-Well, Nurse Ryan, I just—...” you cleared your throat and turned your head up, trying to look brave in front of the sassy old woman. “I don’t know how I survived. There is no secret, and I could never explain why he lets me see his face or touch him or touch his things, but...” you sighed, pulling the sanitized air in through your nose.

“I just think he’s a poor soul who deserves some love and compassion. The world’s already rejected him and put him in his place; why not try to make his Hell a by more like Heaven?”

The old woman smiled softly, a stark contrast from her rant before hand, and she smiled. “That’s all I wanted to hear, Hon, but thank you.” She said. You looked at her, confused, but nodded.

On the uncomfortable cot inside the locked room, Michael Myers sat, head in his hands, big muscular body hunched over as his long blonde hair hung in front of his face, recently washed thanks to you. He even smelled slightly like you—Lavender. A very big difference from his over-powering smell of B.O and must. It was strange how his mind swarmed. He had heard everything, every word from your pretty mouth of which he now had the urge to..what was it, Kiss? The more he thought of it, the more his heart pumped, and the more his chest ached. It was a deep ache, a meloncholy ache that hurt his chest, making his shoulder blades stretch further and making him hunch down farther into a little masculine ball.

Why would you stand up for someone like him? He knew he wasn’t a kicked puppy, he could very well break someone in two if he really wanted. He wasn’t the sad pudgy little boy he used to be, he was a giant tall mass of intimidating buff muscle, he wasn’t afraid to hurt anyone, obviously. But that doesn’t mean he was still insecure. He wore the masks for a reason. His childhood bullies would never leave his mind; Ugly. And now, a living monster. Why would you defend someone like him? He tried to hold back the urge when you walked in the give him his medicine. He saw the look of worry on your face, thinking he was trying to contain his anger, about to have an episode.

But suddenly you thought different when he stood up, ripping off the orange paper mask and revealing his surprisingly handsome and sharp-edged face, and cornering you against the wall, shoving his face closer to yours, hands gripping your waist harshly, fingers accidentally digging into your skirted/panted hips, and soon found his rough lips against yours, his chest and legs pressed fiercely against your side, not in a sexual way. He just stood there, kissing your lips sloppily and in an inexperienced way.

After all, you would be his first kiss.

[liveyourpeace-blog1]

Dear Tassie ( The woman I traveled from Florida to Australia never to meet.)

Dear Tassie,

It is me, Marcell! You know your soulmate, twin-flame, future husband, love of your life, or simply your “bein” as we would call one another. Tassie there is a reason I am writing you but first I would like to share something with you.

Do you remember when you wrote this to me?

“To my soulmate

Feb 24 1988

I have felt you for the last ten years now. It has been a painful wait because I knew you were so far away. I had a longing, a draw and a pull overseas.

A piece of my soul felt so far, lost and yearning to be found. Astral projection would lead me far over the waters, to you. In my dreams I would see you and my angels would tell me of you.

For the last year I had gotten visions of you and I, hand in hand. I felt you. I saw your build, your skin, your beard, your body next to mine.

In my lowest of moments I tuned into your energy and felt you, you pulled me through. I knew you were coming.

In May I surrendered to the universe and said I wanted love, I needed love, I had so much love inside me to give you and I needed to find you.

I was ready.

In May you followed me on Instagram, I followed back. I saw all of your posts, videos, quotes and they just resonated with my soul. The more I saw the more I loved, the more I wanted and the stronger the pull. What you were putting out was what I was thinking and we were in perfect alignment. I thought to myself “I NEED to know this person”.

The pull and the urge was so strong. I commented on your posts and put my energy out there, praying; “Universe please alllow him to pick up on this”.

On July 2nd your first words to me “I appreciate you”. From then, that night sitting on the couch of my unit I had recently moved into, I knew magic was about to happen. And it did. The exchange of energy between us was powerful and something I had never experienced before. You saw me for who I was, and I felt like you were looking straight into my soul. You just saw me. I felt so connected and so close to someone who lived so far away. Your mind, your thoughts and your words were in total alignment with my soul. You sent me videos and the feeling I got when I looked at you was indescribable.

There was just pure light around you and I could see my future in your eyes. We spoke on the phone and I began getting visions of you, your future and what an important job you had to do on this earth. I just saw you and all of your light and I knew you had an incredible journey ahead of you.

The connection just grew and grew and I thought to myself “that’s it, it’s done, the search is finally over”. The level of peace and closure I felt and still feel to this day astounds me. I thought to myself “I want him, I am fighting for him”. Something I had never felt before.

Our souls had re connected and I realized I had found you. There were fireworks and such a sense of joy and excitement I could not contain myself. The connection grew stronger and stronger and the pull would not stop. My soul knew exactly what it wanted, where to find you, and so I gave in. You felt like home and suddenly I did not feel so lost.

Our souls needed each other, and the fusion when they re-united was magical.

I feel such a great sense of unconditional love for your soul. I know you have such an important job to do here, that we have such an important job to do here. A fellow light worker, old soul and beautiful energy.

The more I speak to you, the more at peace I feel in the core of my soul. There are the fireworks, the sparks but under all of that, an unbelievable sense of peace, home and familiarity.. I have found you 🙏🏼

Your soulmate

06 October 1993”

Those were your words Tassie to me. It was at that moment I believed in your words and feelings to me. Although you lived in Adelaide and I lived in America, remember 9,989 miles from my house to yours? I did not care the distance. I did not care for the fact that I had never met you. All I cared about was you and the that pull that you felt for me I felt for you. That was the letter that inspired me to book that plane ticket. So literally one month after we started talking. I was like you are worth it! I was determined to meet you. To meet my soulmate. Here on the east coast I changed my whole time zone to match yours which was 13 hours and 30 minutes ahead! Although you never tried my east coast time zone I felt you were worth the lifestyle change to make this work. It was that pull! The same pull you felt for me I began to feel it for you Tassie.

What I didn’t expect was for things to go downhill after booking that flight. I didn’t expect to for you keeping me and what we had a secret. I didn’t expect to have to be placed in your calendar to share space and time with you. To wait til you are done hanging out with your mates to talk to you! When I made the choice to make you a priority I didn’t expect you to make me an option. Nor, did I expect you to shut down and get defensive when I expressed how it made me feel that you made me feel unimportant. I didn’t expect an argument about you sharing the back seat with one of your guy mates to make you not only want to end it but to cut me off from the face of the earth. To block me from everything one week, yes one week before traveling alone to a country in South Australia where I knew no one at the time, and honestly didn’t even care to go to. Had I not had settlement moment I couldn’t even afford to go to a Australia but even with the idea of settlement money coming, Australia was never even a thought. You Tassie, were my only reason for going. You’re letter, your pull. So one week before traveling 9,989 miles to see you, you deciding to end it instead of wanting to work out our issue not only devastated me.

It left me lonely, sad, and scared.

Scared because remember the schedule you created? With our plans?

Now I was left to adjust on the fly in a place that was so unfamiliar to me because I trusted in you doing all the planning and the thought of not having a game plan now just days before the trip terrified me.

Honestly, the whole situation put me on the brink of suicide because I felt so stupid, embarrassed and heartbroken. I felt stupid that I changed my life, sacrificed my time, energy, efforts and fell in love with a person I had never meant. I felt like an idiot that I booked a trip so far away to meet you. I just wanted to vanish.

But Tassie, Something happened…

I overcame those mental demons, and I went on the trip! I went to your city of Adelaide, in South Australia.

So I am writing you this letter because first I want to apologize.

I am sorry for being more ego than the soul you connected to. I am sorry for being more human than twin-flame and soulmate. I am sorry that I allowed my emotions and feelings to be expressed so openly to you. I am sorry for overthinking. I am sorry for getting upset because I didn’t want to take the back seat. I am sorry we never got to meet. I am sorry for putting you in a position to cut me off the face of the earth. Most importantly I am sorry for allowing you to love me so freely when I didn’t even love myself.

But I also want to thank you Tassie!

Because you held a mirror up to me and showed me who I was. And what you allowed me to see was that I didn’t love myself! I gave you everything out or the lack of love for my own being! I even called you my Goddess, when accepted no response. I gave you my time and accepted no sacrifice. I didn’t love who I was because it I did I would have put myself first. I was willing to go other side of planet to prove my love but I was never willing to just go a few steps to look at a mirror and face myself.

You put me in a position to challenge myself. I went to Australia to meet my soul mate and I met my soul’s creator. I went to Australia to be with the love my life and I learned to fall in love with myself!

So thank you Tassie!

Guess what?

I had the time of my life! Meeting you happened to be the best thing that never happened. I made incredible life long friends starting from day one when I got picked up from the airport from a herbalife life friend I made days before I flew in named Caitlin. I continued making friends along the way. It’s like everything flowed. God had my back! From the flights and connections to getting picked up, to the transportation, to the Airbnb, to the friends I made, even met a mentor and became good friends with a mate named Charles, a very successful person in the South Australian Herbalife region. He not only let me in his home, and gave me success tips but also took me under his wing and showed me how to live like a millionaire in Australia starting with his beach from front home in Brighton. How amazing was that Tassie?

While in Australia I went to Kangaroo Island, did the Hallet Cove Glacial Walk, went to Cleland Wildlife Park and pet the Kangaroos and held a Koala Bear!

Charles took me to Hahndorf, that was cool to explore! He also took me to Morialta Park, saw a waterfall. Weather was perfect!

Everything was in alignment the scenery was beautiful! Like we planned, every day we would end with a sunset. I did that! The sunset was beautiful!

The food Tassie was amazing!

So I went to your favorite spot Argo on the parade and on the square several times! It was so good! You were right by the way about sweet potatoes and the flavors you can add with it! Had a sweet potato vegan burger. It was amazing.

Also went to the Himalayan kitchen, you know the one that you and your sis went to. My curry vegan meal was so good! Btw 90 percent of my trip, in honor of you I stepped out the box and ate vegan. It was so good! So thank you for opening me up to vegan restaurants. I also ate at this really good pizza place called Good Life Organic Pizza and it was so dam good! I had a vegan pizza with sweet potatoes.

What I enjoyed most though was my alone time. I really got to connect with my soul and the universe. I felt at one and at peace with where I was.

I messaged you everyday knowing I was blocked or spammed with high hopes that you would unblock or take me off spam to reconsider meeting. I apologized everyday. No answered. I was hoping fate would have it where we run into one another. That didn’t happen. It literally just wasn’t meant to be. I didn’t not allow that to crush my spirit! My journey to meet you became my journey to meet myself. A spiritual journey to reconnect and that I did. Adelaide changed my life.

I found a home in Adelaide. I have you to thank Tassie. I am sure you will never read this although my heart and soul hopes this eventually reaches you.

But thank you so much for coming into my life and holding that mirror up! Thank you for also giving me a road map to self rediscovery. Thank you for opening my mind to a place I never would have thought I’d go to in Adelaide! By the way, I love my Adelaide shirt and hat! Here is a picture in the moment of it.

I will not lie, I think about you all the time, and I also think about what if. I don’t have hateful thoughts towards you. I don’t hold a grudge towards you. I just have thoughts of gratitude towards you. I appreciate the good talks we had and the sleeping everyday on the phone on Facebook messenger, the video chats we had while I was walking to work or from work, even risking my job talking to you at work.

Tassie you were everything to me. But you know what else is everything to me? My shadow and my shadow only an illusion. It isn’t who I am. You were my illusion. It was like being in the desert thirsty for water so the mind plays tricks on you and shows you an oasis only for you to get there, and there is nothing! In my case it was love, the thought of love, the idea of love, you were my oasis, and you were all the way in Australia! So I went to it only to discover that the love I was looking for and in need of I had it the whole time! You were the illusion placed in my life to discover that! What I want to thank you for everything! My life has changed for the better since this trip. I love who I am. I love myself. I believe in myself. I am wake up happy. I wake up inspired. I wake up wanting to continue to live my best life because for the 10 days I was away I got to live my best life whether I was alone or with my new mates. That was first time ever and I travel often that I got to live my best life so thank you Tassie.

Maybe one day I can actually talk with you again, or hopefully even meet you maybe one day. For now I hope you are living your best life Tassie.

Yours truly,

Your “bein”- Marcellas Hill

[tennessoui]

Please tell me the first Anakin album is called 'Burning Up' or something and the cover photo is Obi Wan's wrecked house. Reviews all call it his comeback album but are really surprised at how gushy and lovey it is considering the title and art. (A guy uses a cheesy lyric from it to hit on Ahsoka in a club and she straight up punches him in the face, Cody escorts her out)

this ask reminds me so much of the tags on the original firefighter AU snippet:

later anakin gives obi-wan such a huge earfull about proper fire safety in the kitchen never leave something unattended for more than like five minutes >:( but also later obi-wan writes an entire album full of fire related songs and or songs about burning only some of them would call to mind mustafar and theyre all anakins least favorite ones because they're sad break up songs and anakins like >:0 every time he hears one of those in public tries to contain the urge to be like 'my husband LOVES ME BTW and this song is A FICTIONAL WORK not based on ANY actual EVENTS we're SO happy together and if he were here I'd MAKE OUT WITH HIM RN' just in case any gossip rags got any ideas from the new albm ahsoka refuses to go out in public now with him just in case so does obi-wan