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v--143 · 1 year ago

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Hiiiii

Ik you're kinda busy rn and plus you have more fics requests

But, can I ask for a lee!Seungmin and ler!Jeongin fic??

Maybe Seung woke up in a lee mood that day and was trying to provoke his members (yk, the usual)

So, during the fanmeet, he kept touching Jeongin's side, Innie got sick of if and finally gave him what he wanted at home

Durante eso, se da cuenta de lo mucho que Seungmin lo ama y desde entonces siempre lo ayuda cuando se siente así :3

I just created the whole story

I'm sorry💔

But anyways I'd love to read this more detailed and written by you :3

That's it, hope you have a good day (or night??)

Thank you, stay healthy<3

-🐹

I LOVE everything about this 🥰 I appreciate the detailed plot line actually! It gives me more to work with so it’s better ^^ THANK U🐹

❤️‍🩹For the sake of this story, they all live within their subunits! 3racha , danceracha, Vocalracha!

Hope you ENJOYYY <3

< Wanted It >

[Lee! Seungmin]

[Ler! Jeongin]

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Seungmin stretched his arms out while kicking the blankets back on his bed. It was 9am on a Saturday, day 1 of their fanmeet with Stays started in just a few hours! He was excited for it, especially since that’s usually when the members felt more playful and they could really connect with their fans. He played with his outstretched hands in front of him, scribbling his fingers over his own palms as he sighed.

He really hoped today he could get what he had been craving for the past few days, maybe even weeks. He just wanted that squirmy joyful feeling of hands all over him to elicit laughter he so deeply wanted to be forced out of him. Of course, he’d never admit it to the rest of the members, nor get the guts to even mention it… but it couldn’t hurt to try and get them in on what he wanted somehow.

If there’s a will, there’s a way, right?

“Seungmin, stop” Chan said as Seungmin kicked at his phone again. He was laid down across 4 seats on the van they all rode to the fanmeet arena. His feet rested on Chan’s lap while his head was on IN’s. He continuously kicked at the phone in Chan’s hands with his feet, trying to knock it out.

“sEuNgMiN sToP” He mocked.

He kicked at his hands again and knocked his phone straight onto the van floor. They just happened to be going over a speed bump, so it slid all the way down the van and under seats.

“HAHAHA” Seungmin laughed at Chan’s frustrated face as he got up to get it. While it was hilarious and fun to annoy him, he didn’t get the end result he particularly wanted.

“You’re gonna piss him off with that one day” IN told him.

“He’ll live” Seungmin said, now swatting at IN’s phone.

“Hey! You’re gonna piss me off one day soon if you keep it up too”

“You’ll live.”

Seungmin grabbed at IN’s wrists and began shaking them around, making it impossible for him to type or do anything with his phone.

“What is wrong with you today?! Let me go!” He quickly snatched his hands out of Seungmin’s grip and ruffled his hair. When he realized he wasn’t planning on stopping his annoying attack though, IN resorted to laying his elbows on top of his chest.

“Hehehey!” Seungmin whined as IN’s elbows shuffled around on his chest.

“No! You started it!” IN said.

“NAhah stohop moving!” Seungmin giggled as IN’s elbows shuffled around his collarbones and upper chest area.

“Why are you laughing now” IN raised an eyebrow.

“Ohoff!” Seungmin’s face turned red as he quickly shoved his elbows off his chest. He covered himself with his arms in an X form as IN shook his head and continued typing on his phone. It didn’t take long for Seungmin to snatch it out of his hands again and refuse to give it back.

“It’s almost like you want me to kill you” IN said annoyed.

Seungmin just giggled and eventually gave the phone back once he realized IN wasn’t going to continue his attack from before. Slightly disappointed, he lifted his head off his lap and sat a few seats down.

Whatever game Seungmin was playing at, it didn’t go unnoticed by IN.

“Play the song please!” Felix told the band on stage as him and Lee Know got in position. They were going to dance to the yoasobi idol challenge, as per Stays request. The rest of the members were sat in front of them waiting for the music to begin. Seungmin was sat beside IN, who was leaned into his shoulder while watching Felix go crazy with the dance.

“WOOO go Yongbo- HEHEY” IN jerked and grabbed at his side as Seungmin stared forward, smirking.

He looked at Seungmin and shook his head, smiling as he readjusted his position and laid down on his stomach with his arms stretched out to watch them dance. A few seconds later though, he felt a poke under his arm followed by some light scribbles to his neck and chest. IN elbowed Seungmin’s hand as he turned to face him.

“Quihit hyung- AAHA” IN yelled as Seungmin grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm forward, giving him full access to his underarm.

“NOAHAH SEUHUHUNGMIN STOP” IN laughed loudly as some of the members turned to see what was going on. IN eventually managed to pull away and curled in on himself while Seungmin pointed at him and laughed. He army-crawled his way closer to him and stared up with big puppy eyes.

“Whyhy!” IN said, holding his arms close to him body.

“Because!”

“Watch yourself, I mean it!” IN said raising his eyebrows.

Seungmin smiled wide, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his pretty teeth on full display. He scrunched his nose and giggled as he put his head back down to watch Lix and Minho finish their dance.

IN was still turned to his hyung when he put his head down. He took a few seconds to take in Seungmin’s big smile and loud, satisfying laugh. He was getting sick of his antics though, always poking at him or grabbing his sides whenever he could. It almost seemed like he wanted him to get revenge.

Well, if that was the case, today would be the day after the embarrassing stunt he pulled in front of the members and thousands of Stays. He would see just how he liked to have his own tactics used against him.

Seungmin grabbed Changbin’s hand as they all bowed together and said their goodbyes to Stays. He waved out to the thousands of them in the crowd. It was amazing to him how far they’d gotten as a group, how close they were and how nice it was to have the opportunity to-

Two Stays in the crowd caught his eye. They were 3 rows back from the very front. It was 2 girls who seemed to be friends. One of them was waving frantically with both hands at Seungmin, jumping up and down while shouting something at him. The other was looking at her fondly when she suddenly grabbed her sides and began shaking and and digging her fingers in. The jumping girl shot her arms down quickly and they both sunk to the ground laughing, the attacking girl then starting to try and get Seungmin’s attention instead.

He felt a bit frozen. He laughed along with them and waved down at them, causing them both to scream and interlock hands. He smiled and walked away slowly, cheeks burning, thinking if what he felt was jealousy or not. He wanted to be grabbed like that and laugh like that. He continued to walk, but stayed in the same area looking down at the same 2 girls with a mixture of envy and want in his eyes.

IN was a few feet away, observing.

The large curtains began to fall slowly as Chan motioned for the members to fall back behind it. Some even got on the ground to wave their final goodbyes to Stays until day 2 tomorrow. Seungmin waved one last time and wrapped his arms around his torso.

The ride back felt longer than the drive there, probably because Seungmin was too focused on daydreaming about you know what. He had caught himself smiling way too many times and hoped nobody had noticed. IN was acting a little more distant than before the meet though, which confused Seungmin since he didn’t recall anything happening between them or to him during it.

“..What are you doing” IN said as Seungmin sat on one of his thighs and leaned his back into his face, “get off me.”

“Don’t be mean” Seungmin complained as he closed his eyes and crossed his arms, laying his head back onto Innie’s shoulder.

“Don’t sleep on mee we’re literally almost there” IN whined. He didn’t want to destroy him just yet.

He began to bounce his leg up and down and Seungmin had to uncross his arms in order to stay balanced and not bust his ass on the van floor. IN used this as an excuse to “hold him still” and grabbed his sides right under his arms.

“AHah” Seungmin quickly shot his arms down and turned to face IN. Instead of looking back at him though, IN began to dig his thumbs into the back of his underarms while still bouncing his leg.

Seungmin leaned his body forward and shuffled from side to side. It wasn’t until IN used one of his hands to scribble at his side that he (unintentionally) shot up like a rocket and smacked Innie’s forehead.

“You’re an ass” Seungmin said.

“I’m the ass?! Okay” IN said as the van came to a stop.

Everyone got up, save for Han who was being shaken awake by Felix, and stepped out the van. Seungmin followed close behind IN only to continuously jab at his back ribs while IN tried his best to breathe and channel his annoyance into later.

A few hours had passed and Seungmin had had enough of his stupid thoughts about stupid laughter and stupid hands over him. He made his way to the kitchen where IN was putting some things away and wrapped his arms around his torso.

“What do you want” IN said smiling. He was still organizing and didn’t pay too much attention to his Hyung wrapped around his stomach.

“Bored.”

“We did so much today, how are you not tired?!”

“I don’t know I’m just not! I’m bored and not even exhausted yet” Seungmin began playing with the strings from IN’s hoodie.

“Well maybe you should’ve done more then” IN joked. Seungmin suddenly grabbed the strings of IN’s hoodie and pulled them down, closing the collar. Seungmin burst out laughing as IN quickly went for his collar and opened the strings back up.

“What is wrong with you! You’re so done” IN said as he lunged towards Seungmin. He yelled and began to run towards his room with IN hot on his tail. He grabbed at Seungmin’s shirt and held onto it as they ran.

“LET ME GOHO” Seungmin screamed in nervous anticipation. He got to his room and tried to shut the door in IN’s face, which completely backfired as IN burst through it and picked Seungmin up with ease. He slammed him down onto the bed on his side and began to knead into his left set of ribs with both hands.

“WOAHAHAHA IM SOHORRYAHAHA” Seungmin screamed as IN continued to dig between the spaces of his ribs and scribble all around them.

“Maybe now you’ll finally be exhausted!” IN teased.

Seungmin threw his head back laughing loudly and kicked out. He was bucking and struggling significantly despite the wide smile he wore and how happy he seemed.

Seungmin was laid down with his back against IN’s chest when IN suddenly grabbed both his wrists with one hand and held them against his (Seungmin’s) own chest, then wrapped his legs around Seungmin’s legs and used his free hand to tickle his lower stomach.

“AHAHA HAHAHA” Seungmin laughed as he tried to free his wrists and legs from IN’s grip. His stomach squirmed and spasmed involuntarily with every touch from IN. It was much worse when he began to trail off onto Seungmin’s sides and hips.

“PLEHEHEASE INNIEEAHA HYUHUNG”

“Don’t ‘Hyung’ me you’ve been annoying all damn day!”

IN was laughing along with Seungmin as he tickled him. Seungmin somehow managed to free his wrists from IN’s grip and tried to quickly crawl away, which was a mistake since his legs were still trapped. IN quickly unwrapped their legs and got on his knees to trap Seungmin under him, continuing his attack on his upper half.

Seungmin thrashed from side to side while kicking at the bed as IN got him in any way he could. Teasing at his collarbones, vibrating under his arms, digging his fingers into his ribs like a piano, pretending he was about to attack one spot just to move to another, and so on. One thing he did notice though, was the lack of “stop” he heard come out of Seungmin’s mouth.

“PLEHEHAHAA AHAHAA”

“Please what?” IN said as he rapidly squeezed under his ribcage.

“JUHUST PLEHEHEASE”

“Please continue? Please keep going? I don’t know what you’re asking of me”

Seungmin’s face turned a dark shade of red as soon as those words came out IN’s mouth. Little did he know that was exactly what Min had been longing to tell him, but couldn’t bring himself to. He just stopped talking and let himself laugh.

“I’m not hearing a rebuttal~” IN said. He was a bit confused himself. He thought Seungmin would have hated being absolutely wrecked like this, but started to realize that it was the complete other way around.

Cute.

IN slowed his attack and just wiggled his fingers slowly on the middle of Seungmin’s abdomen. He stared down at him with a smirk as he covered his still very red face with his hands.

“Hm?”

“Stohop please” Seungmin giggled.

“You want me to?” IN said as he stopped the motion of his fingers.

Seungmin didn’t say anything and just breathed into his hands.

“You seemed soooo intent on annoying me the whole day, hm?” IN said.

“I’m sohorry for a- annohoying you” Seungmin panted.

IN was expecting him to admit it, but that seemed harder for him to do than he had previously thought.

“Oh come ON. You know you love it just say it already”

Silence.

“Fine then, be that way.”

IN turned around and swiftly sat on Seungmin’s chest. He huffed out and yelped.

“WHAahat?! Get ohoff of MEHEHEAHA” Seungmin began screaming once again as IN slowly lifted his sweater, exposing his stomach to the cold air of the room.

“STOHOP QUIHIHIT”

“Nope, I gave you the opportunity to say that before and you didn’t. You either admit it now or you suffer” he said as he began to playfully tickle all over his bare stomach and sides. Seungmin threw his head back and slapped at IN’s back as he begged him not to make him say it.

“Just admit it!”

“ADMIT WHAHAT”

“That this makes you happy! That you enjoy it!!”

“NAHAHAHA” Seungmin covered his face as he bucked his hips at the intense feelings going on at his torso, “I CAHANT”

“Can’t admit it or can’t take it? Probably both” IN laughed.

“AH HAHA, PLEHEHASE HYUHUNG”

“OHOH MY GOD”

“SHIHIT OKAY OHKAHAY I AHAAH ITS GOOHOD IM HAHAPPY” Seungmin screamed out.

“Awww” IN cooed as he continued his attack on Seungmin’s torso. He really wasn’t planning on stopping just because he admit it, he just wanted to have some threat behind it. He really did find it sweet though that Seungmin enjoyed this so much, and that he finally got the guts to say it out loud.

“NOHO NOT AWW” Seungmin bucked, “GET OHOFF OF MEEE”

“Have you always been this ticklish? Yknow you could’ve avoided your worries and told me a long time ag-“

“SHUHUT UP SHUT UPAHA STOP TAHALKING ABOUT IT”

“So you don’t want me to help you when you’re in one of your moods again?”

Seungmin stopped talking at this, his face turning a whole new shade of red at the thought of being able to receive what he longed for whenever he wanted. Did he want that? Of course, more than anything. Admitting it to his best friend was what got in the way.

“Is that a yes or a no?” IN questioned, already knowing the answer. He slowed his attack and waited.

Silence again.

“Seungmin…” he said with his hands up in claw form above his stomach, “I’m giving you till three.”

“Ohoh my Gohohod” Seungmin said, smacking at his back.

“Three” IN lowered his head and shook his hair on the expanse of Seungmin’s abs. He screamed and bucked his hips at the feathery feeling across his stomach.

“YES! YEHEHES OKAHAY AAAAAHHAAHAHA”

IN hopped off a panting Seungmin’s chest as he lowered his shirt back down.

“Was it that hard” IN asked with an innocent head tilt.

Seungmin curled into a ball and covered his burning face with a pillow. He refused to look IN in the face and just giggled as he rubbed at his stomach.

IN began to poke over his torso and legs until he finally let go of the pillow on his face. He pointed at him and laughed, teasing about how red it was and how loud he was laughing.

“Aauuugghhh” Seungmin shook his head and whined towards the ceiling.

“You’re a child.”

“You’re the youngest.”

IN poked Min’s side as he shuffled to the other end of the bed.

“Truce?” IN said, “well, until you’re wanting more, that is.”

“Dohon’t say it like that” Seungmin whined, “it’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t think it is.”

“Shhhhh” Seungmin’s eyelids began to give out on him, now feeling much more exhausted than before.

IN ruffled his hair and helped adjust his body on the bed. He pulled some blankets over him but didn’t leave the room before pulling them back off again and running out, giggling. Seungmin scoffed as he heard him yell “goodnight idiot” down the hall.

Seungmin wrapped himself up in his blankets and felt livid. While the attack exhausted him, he felt more awake and energetic than ever. He’d just been told to ask for it whenever he wants and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Ecstatic was one word. Amazed was another. Happy and excited and grateful were probably best though. To be honest, he wanted to march down to IN’s room and ask for more in that very moment.. but he decided to leave that to be tomorrows mission of the day. Asking for it.

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Lee. Kim. Seungmin.

He’s so cute. Love of my life

Hope it was GOOOD ^^

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lanaevyssmoved · 1 year ago

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kopawz · 1 year ago

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what up my dudes it is wip wednesday hope you like funny oc moments before we go talk to kale holed up in his hospital room

The eighth floor was always something of a delicate subject in Vandelay's largest hospital.

To the general public, most aren't allowed anywhere beyond the many doors past the information desk. It seemed like a regular floor meant for cybernetic repairs and rebuilds– until you went beyond them... That was the real eighth floor. But of course, very little information, if any at all, slips through the cracks of those heavy metallic doors.

Until today, apparently.

An indignant and absurdly loud shriek of disbelief rang out in beyond the elevator as the doors chimed open–

"HE'S ALIVE?!" Chai nearly spilled the drinks in the carrier he was holding, and the bag 808 held in her mouth almost fell from its grip in her jaws.

NUR-53 units passing by couldn’t help but flinch, before resuming their work.

“SHUT UP–” Peppermint shouts, shushing him as if that would take back the loud noise. Stepping out of the elevator, she led a stunned Chai towards the information counter, turning to face him. Her voice dipped into an aggravated whisper, "I *just* said NOT to freak out.”

She leaned on the counter, waving to get one of the hospital staff’s attention, "Just be cool, act natural. Technically, I'm not even allowed to tell anyone about this."

He whisper shouts, mildly alarmed, "How come you're bringing *ME* up here then–!? Aren't you going to get in trouble for doing this–?"

"–Don't worry about it,” Peppermint patted his back, and kept snapping and waving to get the receptionist’s attention, “We can talk more about it once we’re in. It'll be like we were never here."

She turned back to the LU-C1LLE that had rolled over, smiling at them–

“Hey, could you page Technician Buffet for me? If he’s not too busy.”

The LU-C1LLE that responded rolled their eyes on impulse, “Sure. Another Vandelay visit, I'm guessing." They sigh, reaching over to the intercom.

The technician in question probably was busy at the moment, but knowing him, that ridiculous man would drop whatever he was doing whenever anybody made the effort to summon him.

“Buffet,” LU-C1LLE's voice rang off over the speaker as the receptionist held a button down, “Buffet to the main desk, please. You have visitors.”

…Shuffling in place in front of the main desk, Peppermint waits, idly tapping her foot to the easygoing song breezing out of Chai’s music player. Chai himself stared at the two cups they picked up on the way to the eighth floor. He was tasked with the job of carrying the drinks, because it gave him something to focus on. The feeling of warm drinks emanating from the carrier into his hands helped.

So, looking at the orders, Peppermint had firstly ordered: A classic cortado in a tall paper cup.

Evidently, that one must be for Kale. So he can still drink! …And he’s alive.

That’s the most surprising thing here. He lived through exploding. And he’s been here the entire time, not dead. Instead of being completely obliterated in a smoldering heap from the battle beside Vandelay towers all those months ago… He lived.

That’s…? Chai isn’t 100% sure how he feels about that. It’s weird. He *should* be angry about that, right? This guy SUCKS! This guy– that’s basically responsible for so much of the crappy things that are still affecting him and everybody else– is alive, and that should suck! But…

He feels conflicted– About WHAT?! There’s nothing to be conflicted about! No part of him should be even remotely happy about this! And yet…

His sock rhythmically tapped against the tile to the cheerful tune.

…There’s this anticipative feeling where an angry ball of nerves ought to be.

He looked over at Peppermint, leaning on the counter and typing something into her tablet while waiting for the person she summoned to arrive. She seemed relaxed for a likely more normal reason: familiarity. She’s definitely visited Kale a bunch of times before, then.

It stung a little that she didn’t say anything about this until now…

She noticed him staring, and paused her typing, “Hey.”

He flinched, “Hm?”

“You’re kinda looking at me like a kicked puppy. What gives?”

“Oh– um.” He shuffled in place some more, “You… really couldn’t tell anyone about this?”

Instead of looking at him, Peppermint just lowered her eyelids, and continued pecking at her tablet, “...Sorry. We can talk about it more once we’re in there.”

She glanced over, “You can ask as many questions as you want once we do, I promise. I think it’ll be a good idea to have this conversation with him. Just trust me on this.”

He stared and nodded, “I never said I didn’t.”

…Man, Chai is going to have a *LOT* of questions once this tech guy shows up.

Alright… Second of all, the second order: A sweet barley tea, and a blackberry muffin which 808 was holding onto for the time being. Peppermint smacked his hand when he tried grabbing the muffin in the elevator– So, it certainly wasn’t for Chai, that’s for sure.

"Ah!" Some tall man wearing a pale coat made a noise, noticed them all standing there as he opened a pair of large, metal doors.

He quickly walked over, pleasantly surprised. This technician seemed to have been pulled from the middle of something, attempting to stuff various wires and connectors to fit sloppily into his already overflowing pockets.

Large, complex goggles that resembled headphones with a camera sat over most of his face; only the bottom of his nose and lopsided grin were visible.

The strange device snug to his face was doing its best to hold down medium-cut, auburn, frazzled hair. His confident stride that he carried himself with (almost) made the man seem distinguished–

Because everything else about this guy screamed anything except professional.

He had a tiny pin of the hospital’s crest affixed to the dark green t-shirt that was stained with… oil? It smelled like oil. Just standing here, Chai could already tell this man smelled like the inside of a car. …Are those fingerless gloves? Okay, maybe this guy was a little cool.

Leaning forward to get a better look at them, his employee I.D. pass hanging from his neck jangled against his torso,

"...Miss Mint! Never not good to see you and your robo-kitty companion! But… Something seems different today,"

“First of all, I don’t usually get summons on weekdays! That, and, well–" Reaching up to flicking the panel on his goggles upward with a small click, he peered through the rectangular hole at Chai with deep black eyes.

They were slightly obscured from the shadow of the goggles’ interior, shadowing his features; very hard to read.

He wore a subtle, confused frown for a few silent moments.

Yet, he still notes with piqued intrigue as he leaned back, flicking the goggles closed again with a pop– "...You brought an additional something with you, I see!"

He crossed his arms, “Certainly, we don't plan on leaking confidential information about what we do here on floor eight," He quirked a brow at Peppermint, "Do we?" …But he was still smiling wide like there wasn’t any real issue.

It was difficult for Chai to tell if his warning was genuine, or just some weird inside joke between her and the technician. Maybe both?

"Heyyyy, Buffet," Peppermint scratched the back of her neck, apprehensive, "I know nobody's supposed to know about who you have up here, but–" She stuffed her tablet back into her pocket, gesturing towards Chai and 808,

"I was hoping you could help me smuggle someone else in this time?"

Buffet hummed, looking again at Chai’s perplexed, tired expression. He did so with a zoomed in goggle lens. 808 reached out a paw to playfully bat the ocular scope.

…So *this* was the ambassador in the flesh?

So much talk of this peculiar man, who seemed to be a frequent topic of conversation whenever Peppermint would visit Buffet's patient. And always spoken of, with such an air of familial fondness! Recently, spoken of with regret and remorse. Her way of making up to her friend for the whirlwind of recent current events, maybe?...

Chai whispered beside himself when Buffet hadn't moved an inch from his thoughtful posture for an entire fifteen seconds, "Why is he staring at me–?"

Peppermint quickly shushed him, "–He's thinking about it! Do you want to be let in or what?"

…Buffet supposes he can fiddle with the visitor registry a bit, to let this oddball accompany her and her cat. It would be comical, really! Especially considering that this young man was the entire reason this long, complicated build project began in the first place nearly a year ago.

He hummed, un-zooming his goggle lens', "I'm afraid to admit, my spitfire friend, that I can't find anything peculiar about your visit to the patient in our careful care today."

"What–?" Chai spoke up, "But, I'm not supposed to–"

"All *I* can see," Buffet interrupted, and spoke matter of factly, "Is that you've brought two service animals to our humble floor, instead of the typical one! Interesting…" His voice faded as he walked away from the information counter.

He returns, holding three bracelets, "Miss Mint, 808, unassuming third party that I am barred from naming for hospital confidentiality reasons– could see your wrists?"

"Thanks," Peppermint snapped the pink barcoded bracelet around her wrist, "For doing this, Buffet. I thought it would help."

"Don't mention it, literally." He grins, swiping the sweet drink and muffin from Chai and 808, downing the entire paper cup in a few chugs.

He launches the empty paper cup into a trash bin, "It is good to help others, isn’t it? You help me remember the wonders of breakfast, and I help you with matters of the heart!– …So to speak."

Peppermint rolled her eyes, walking past him into the hallway, “Maybe try remembering to feed yourself, instead of relying on cheap cafeteria food.”

Turning over the yellow bracelet on his left wrist that matched the one fastened to 808’s tail, Chai was given a different barcode that seemed to capture his attention more than Peppermint’s rapport with the technician.

His bracelet held a minimalist symbol of a dog, which read– “Service animal?” He noticed there was additional text beneath a smaller warning label, "...Nervous?" He mumbled, squinting at the words.

Buffet snapped his finger to summon a small holographic screen beside himself, musing over the schematics of a familiar robotic body as he walked onwards.

His speech was muffled, on account of him having a blackberry muffin lodged in his jaw, "Let's do our best to make this visit brief, for both our sakes, Miss Mint."

Peppermint gave a small smile, "We'll try." She started moving down the hallway to follow the technician, gesturing for Chai to quickly follow them.

#hi fi rush #hi-fi rush #oh buffet roxanne is gonna kill you if she ever finds out you're doing this buddy

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renlyslittlerose · 1 year ago

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I was tagged by @ragnarlothcat @palfriendpatine66 and @thegrimshapeofyoursmile ❤

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

108! I went over the 100 works mark during kinktober, but I was in such a fuge at that point that I didn't even realize. Woops! Anyways, that is over the course of twelve years, with some blank spots from 2019 to 2022.

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

1,308,673. That's.... that's a lot of words lol.

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Star Wars, but I used to write for Mass Effect and A Song of Ice and Fire. I also wrote Resident Evil and FFVII but we won't talk about that.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Downtown Eastside - By far my most popular fic of any fandom I've written for on AO3. Still can't believe how much traction this fic got, but endlessly pleased and grateful for it.

Cactus Flowers - An A Song of Ice and Fire Cowboy AU haha. I don't even remember writing this, but it still seems to engage readers now and again!

Three Aspects to Loras Tyrell - Another ASOIAF fic. It was just pure smut lol

Soldier's Heart - Another Mass Effect fanfic, exploring my Shepard's struggles upon his survival at the end of ME3. It was a series of therapy sessions between my Shepard and an OC I had created specifically for the story. Lots of themes explored like survivor's guilt and combat PTSD. Still really proud of this one.

Gold in the Air of Summer - And again, an ASOIAF fic from way back in the day. Modern AU, exploring Renly and Loras' relationship during university.

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Or, I try to! I think some get lost in the shuffle because I typically wait a few weeks before I respond. I like to collect a tidy sum and then go through and reply all afternoon 😊

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably one of the FFVII fics we won't be discussing, but I wrote it in response to losing my Canadian grandparents. They passed away one after the other over the course of a few weeks, so I started writing fanfic as a way to cope with the loss and sort through my feelings. But the ending has a major character death so. Not the happiest.

But also, Sacred to the Gods, which was my first Star Wars fanfic I wrote. Has a canon ending with Obi-Wan debating if it'd have been better for him to have killed Anakin and then himself before any of the agony could have happened. Big yikes lol

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot of them! Right now I'm thinking about the ending to my obikin fic Ain't No Mountain! Can't get much happier than an obikin proposal~

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Back when I posted on FFnet I did, but that was back in 2007-2011 when the fandom culture had a lot less unspoken rules and niceties. Whenever people say they wish fandom could be like it was in the ~old days, I'm like 'were you guys not on any major website?' Because the hate could get pretty extreme then, too.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yeah, a lot of it 😂 I write whatever sort of smut floats my boat, but I think I'm best known for writing emotional and plot-heavy smut? Like, I want the sex to say something, even if it's just a quick one-shot. Whether it's a character introspection, or looks into the dynamic between the two, or says something about the society they're in or the circumstances surrounding them.

I also like to get a little poetic even if it's just about Obi-Wan licking Anakin's asshole~

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I guess my current fic Of Good Men and Monsters is kiiiiind of a crossover, in that it's set in a Buffy-type universe, with Watchers and Slayers, etc. But it's not a proper crossover as there are no Buffy characters present, nor references to the universe beyond borrowing a few concepts.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep! But again, back in FFnet days.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few, yes! Some of my A Song of Ice and Fire fics were translated into Chinese 🥰

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not! But I soon will be... 👀

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Spuffy, but that doesn't count because I haven't written for it. I am tempted to say obikin only because I am currently obsessed with it, but the other ships I've written for will always hold a special place in my heart.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Deine Toten Werden Leben. Another ASOIAF AU. But I don't doubt I'll never finish it - I know I never will. Sorry for those who liked it, but it is the one and only fic thus far I have abandoned.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Evoking strong imagery, I think? Like, dragging the reader into the setting through descriptions of scents, sounds, textures, lighting, etc. I try and keep it to a minimum, though, as I don't want to bog the reader down.

I also think I'm pretty good at writing emotional scenes between characters

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, for sure. Also, regarding what I am good at, I can also get bogged down in the details at times. Like we don't need multiple descriptions of how Obi-Wan's tummy doesn't feel good because he's anxious. One mention is good enough lol

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

My German grammar is not good enough lol

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

FFVII. I was a big Cloud/Zack fan back in 2006~

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Persimmons and Sandalwood. An obikin fic that just came together without a lot of angst or editing afterwards. I'm still pleased with it and don't mind re-reading it. Close second and third is Moonlight Serenade and Soldier's Heart

I tag whoever hasn't been tagged yet! ❤❤❤

#ask game #lemon fanfic

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dragonflytarot · 10 months ago

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13 Questions

Answering these because I love doing fun surveys! Feel free to repost with your own answers, and let me know if you do because I like reading others' answers too 😊

Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 10 songs - Gravitational Constant by Type O Negative, Broken Vows by Pentagram, Queen of the Dead by Virgin Steele, A Soul for the Devil by Wolf, Secret of Steel by Manowar, On A Wicked Night by Danzig, Excalibur by Stormwitch, Vampyre Love by Pentagram (I love these guys, okay?), Serpentia by Danzig (I love him too lmao), Walking in the Dark by Pagan Altar.

If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Would you take anyone with you? - I have wanted to visit Japan since I was a kid, and one day I'd love to see the pyramids of Egypt in person... So either of those. I would take my best friend with me, we would have a blast together I'm sure.

What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen) - A really fancy ink pen my boss gave me as a thank-you gift. I use it for everything.

Favourite month and why? - October. The weather is usually gorgeous and it's not too hot or too cold. I love the colors, the atmosphere... It's the perfect month, and nobody can convince me otherwise!

Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them. - I do but I wouldn't feel right naming names even if they're not super well-known where I'm from. I've had a couple good penpals over the years though :) For something I can mention, someone I know knows Keanu Reeves, but I've never met him or anything.

Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are. - My favorite coffee mug (it looks like a cute little ghost), my tarot deck, and my cell phone.

What brand logo is closest to you currently? - An Xbox logo

Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games? Got any favourites? - I used to play Clue all the time when I was growing up. It's still a favorite but I haven't played it in a while.

A musical artist you love that isn’t well known - I love the band Virgin Steele (idk if they're well-known outside of people who listen to metal). The Marriage of Heaven and Hell Part 1 is glorious!!

A musical artist you love that is well known - Siouxsie and the Banshees!

What is your desktop background currently? - Artwork of two sparrows with flowers, stars, and a crescent moon.

Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them - My best friend, and we talked about tarot (of course)!

First colour name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow - Periwinkle

#personal #fun stuff #random survey

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thesinglesjukebox · 10 months ago

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TEDDY SWIMS - "LOSE CONTROL"

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Harkening back to a time when music made you shake, rattle, and roll...

[3.79]

Will Adams: Must be love on the brain. Or maybe just water in my ear. [4]

Ian Mathers: When will The Black Keys be held accountable for what they have unleashed upon the world? [3]

Jacob Satter: "He began playing instruments including piano and ukulele, and watched YouTube videos of singers to help develop his vocal technique. [4][5]" -- Wikipedia [4]

Thomas Inskeep: Oh, yay: another big-bearded, face-tatted white boy who thinks he's somehow "soulful" because he heard a Stax record once. And much like Post Malone and Jelly Roll before him, throw him on the burn pile. [1]

Scott Mildenhall: A great audition: four chair turns and a message from Rag'n'Bone Man. All theatrics are plausibly deniable, but the vocal capabilities are conspicuous, with there never being enough of a song to intrude on them. A strong message to the detractors of treading water in the natatorial world. [5]

Nortey Dowuona: The history of soulful white boys is long and strained. The Righteous Brothers are one example, but they never got more than one big immortal hit (only one did: Bill Medley). There's Michael McDonald, Bobby Caldwell, Tom Jones, and, of course, Fucking Drake. Each time a soulful white boy appears, he does appear acceptable, but only up to a point. Once that point has been breached, his existence becomes an anchor -- not a boon -- receiving enmity and bitterness for both his success and his inability to possess the skill demanded from truly soulful singers. As time has gone on, the five-alarm church runs that once ran R&B have gone out of style with the youngsters, unless coated in patiently brush-stroked Autotune. Even though live performances are a crapshoot with many of them, their excellent songwriting kept them aloft. Sometimes, their voices were so pretty that their lack of range didn't bother us. Now, another soulful white boy who possesses the runs (with scalpel-level Melodyne on them) has risen to the top. The worst part is that his song is well-produced: done by Ammo and Julian Bunetta, a trained jazz drummer whose heavy-handed soul drums anchor the thin mix. The plaintive keys shuffle against the tambourines gently, as Bunetta's bass lopes below and follows the key of the keys. But the songwriting from Mikky Ekko drags down this fantastic effort, leaving a held-back guitar solo by Bunetta bashing its neck against the withholding mix of Serban Ghenea. If only Brent Faiyaz was writing this... [6]

Tara Hillegeist: Oh, this is a very passably lovelorn piece of uptempo romantic angst, the kind that sounds like it could just as easily have dropped off the back of Cee-Lo Green's tour bus, circa "Fuck You." But it's not so passable that I can't help but have my main response to it all be "Wow, your man's such a tatted-up white lad, looks like he belongs on the set of a Guy Ritchie film, innit?" And now I've had that thought, I have to ask myself: when's the last time I heard something like this from someone who didn't, whose name wasn't T-Pain? And now I've asked myself that question, I have to wonder: should that question still matter? [6]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: This is a good time to admit that I always thought Gnarls Barkley’s “Crazy” was a terrible, plodding song. This sounds like a mellower, simplfied version of that. I find the almost-rapped verse kind of sweet, reminiscent of Ed Sheeran if he had a bit more soul, but then the guitar solo arrives and makes me feel disgust. It is not lost on me that this isn’t so far from Portishead’s “Glory Box.” The difference is that it all feels so rote, the elements already pre-packaged with an understanding of their meaning and import, and they don’t ever come together to bring the track to a greater whole. [4]

Hannah Jocelyn: Does nothing new in this type of song (except for the weird keyboard warble, which I'm not convinced is a good innovation because it sounds like "Dance Monkey (slowed + reverb)"), but the production from Julian Bunetta is phenomenal -- incredibly warm, but with enough muscle that what's probably just a drum loop from Splice sounds massive. Teddy Swims is very much in the Rag'n'Bone Man/Jelly Roll vein of gruff belters, but there's a warmth in his voice that prevents him from coming across like Mr. Roll or, worse, Oliver Anthony. [6]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: I get no enjoyment at all from listening to this. Every pained vocalization, every flanged guitar stab and demonstrative snare hit feels empty to me; whatever feelings Swims has do not survive transit. And yet, I feel a certain perverse respect for "Lose Control" despite all this. Perhaps it reminds me too much of the soul revival tracks that my high school pop ensemble teacher favored, the Fitz & The Tantrums-alikes that I dutifully jammed out to for four years. It's not a style that moves me at all anymore, but as I listen to "Lose Control," I can almost conjure bass tabs and keyboard charts to memorize and devote myself to (and can imagine the students of a semester from now who will be playing along to teenage takes on Teddy Swims' adult melodrama). [4]

Alfred Soto: The echo, horn blasts, and Soulful White Man vocal evoke a pop climate at least a decade past obsolescence, a reminder that a certain overstatement will always serve as a crutch. [4]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: This song makes perfect sense if you just picture the woman he’s singing about standing next to him the entire time. [3]

Leah Isobel: This man said "problematic" like he's on the Tumblr dash in 2011. [1]

Katherine St. Asaph: Thoughts and prayers for anyone persuaded to fuck to this song. [2]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox ]

#teddy swims #music #pop #pop music #music writing #music reviews #music criticism #the singles jukebox #Youtube

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stagefullofentertainment · 2 years ago

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Songs for Hazbin Hotel Characters (Playlists Series) PART 5

What to do when you have mixed feelings about everything? You play your playlist which has way too many songs and you hope that the shuffle will pick one specific song of which you haven’t even thought about. Today we are discussing the beloved sarcastic, funny and sometimes questionable world of Bo Burnham songs!

Love these songs! They had been in my headspace since the album came out in 2021 (older ones as well) and I couldn’t be happier. Relatable to the core, making me question my existence. Isn’t that worthwhile?

As for today, I shall be sharing 1 positive, 1 intermediate and 1 negative occasion when Hazbin characters relate to their song’s lyrics and give them one song to add in their own playlists, of course.

VAGGIE

GOODBYE

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Positive: “I'm finished playing, and I'm staying inside”.

A phrase said after a few hours of outdoor activities with the most energetic Hell’s royal in existence. Vaggie loves Charlie to death, but sometimes she can’t keep up with her changing what they’re doing every half an hour or so.

Intermediate: “I wanna hear you tell a joke when no one's laughing in the background”.

Vaggie not necessarily loved but could not deny in taking some fun while highlighting Alastor’s outdated joke material. She even had challenged him to not play a recorded audience laughter for a whole day. Just to see if he’ll manage to get by without it. He did but with some difficulty along the way.

Negative: “You can pick the street. I'll meet you on the other side”.

Vaggie had said quite similar words before her death. She’s one of the strongest women and no man will let her feel like a piece of trash ever again. Even in the afterlife.

NIFFTY

LOWER YOUR EXPECTATIONS

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Positive: “We all deserve love, even on the days when we aren't our best”.

Niffty has said this while comforting not so composed Angel. If his tears became a little happier, well that’s only for him to know.

Intermediate: “We all deserve love, it's the very best part of being alive”.

While talking with the others about the times when they had lived in the human world, minus Charlie, who had great Hell stories to share, Niffty revealed that she was lusting and looking for love for as long as she can remember. Though she had never felt a true fairytale type of love, Niffty is still thankful for her life’s adventures, even if they are bittersweet.

Negative: “If you want love, lower your expectations a few; Because Prince Charming would never settle for you”.

That sounds like other thoughts that haunt Niffty’s brain. She has her feeling down moments and similar ideas are not far from her during those times. Maybe it was her fault all along for not finding the man of her dreams?

CHARLIE

THAT FUNNY FEELING

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Positive: “The whole world at your fingertips, the ocean at your door”.

Charlie heard similar words of encouragement from her parents daily during her younger years. She wasn’t sure how the ring of Envy was connected to it, but she still felt joy and love to her family.

Intermediate: “There it is again, that funny feeling; That funny feeling”.

Charlie’s inner thoughts when something unexpected happens. No matter, happy or not, she goes to the extreme with it, letting it consume her whole. It takes for a few seconds to calm down, but she is sure that it shall visit her again.

Negative: “Hey, what can you say? We were overdue; But it'll be over soon, you wait”.

Termination day, Charlie’s most hated day of the year. The first time it happened when the hotel has opened and Charlie could not save a sinner’s soul fast enough. She said the phrase to Vaggie, wanting to believe that maybe something said out loud is more likely to happen.

HUSK

SHIT

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Positive: “Go to pour my coffee, and I miss my cup; OMG, that is just my luck”.

Just a typical morning for Husk. Maybe being a black cat brought this misfortune? No, it probably was his inner clumsiness coming out.

Intermediate: “Look in the mirror say, "What's up you useless fuck?”.

Husk isn’t particularly a fan of mirrors. What’s there to see that he hadn’t seen before? Plus, he still does not feel the appeal of fate’s choosing of his animal sinner form. There are so many cool animals to pick and he got a fucking cat, just his luck.

Negative: “Staring at the ceiling and waiting for this feeling go away; But it won't go away”.

Husk isn’t a stranger to more negative emotions, they do consume him sometimes. His way of dealing with them is to occupy his mind with anything else, like counting squares on the ceiling. Most of the time he loses the battle, but Husk still lingers on the small chance of success.

ANGEL

ART IS DEAD

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Positive: “I am an artist, you're free to correct me”.

Most people don’t know this, but Angel really loves acting, the true acting. From time to time, he’ll get a small script from a play or a movie and act out some lines for fun. One time Niffty had stumbled upon him and it turned out that she had a liking to acting as well. From then on, she sometimes watched him and offered advice on what to do or say to make it look more lifelike.

Intermediate: “My drug's attention, I am an addict; But I get paid to indulge in my habit”.

Angel hates the part of himself that is content with the life he had and still has within Valentino’s reach. Getting paid for it does not help his actions, but it gets him the materials to forget about it for some time.

Negative: “I must be psychotic; I must be demented; To think that I'm worthy; Of all this attention”.

Angel feels and thinks that he is not worthy of any kind of love. He jokes around when talking about it, but deep inside he resents himself. He has made too many stupid decisions to deserve any kind of sincere attention and Angel does not expect to ever get it.

ALASTOR

DON’T WANT TO KNOW

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Positive: “I'd ask you what you're watching but I don't wanna know”.

Alastor never accepted the fact that television and internet pushed radio out for being the source of fun and information. He consistently ignores both of them, not paying attention to anything but radio broadcasts. If he ever walks upon others watching something, he’ll leave just as soon as he entered. Maybe he just needs to find something of enough interest?

Intermediate: “Do I have your attention? Yes or no?”.

Alastor from time to time is not capable of keeping others’ attention on himself. Sometimes the reason is a laugh pit, sometimes it’s an unwanted interruption, other times others ignore him just for the sake of teasing. It’s that type of situation that really gets on Alastor’s nerves.

Negative: “I'd give away the ending but you don't wanna know”.

Let’s not forget the fact that Alastor is a notorious serial killer. He plays with his victim’s minds and sanity before doing the actual killing. Like in the living world, like in Hell. What can he say, Alastor is a man of habits.

That’s my takes and the end of part 5. Don’t forget that apathy is a tragedy and boredom is a crime, so be good and have some fun!

#headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel vaggie #alastor #angel dust #charlie morningstar #husk #niffty #vaggie #Playlist Series #Youtube

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blog-moved-lol · 10 months ago

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Yesterday I came to the realization that I currently have 47 OCs that I never use for anything, so I decided to try something new. I'm going to attempt to write a short story every few days or so centering around one of my OCs. I set up two wheels, one full of all my OCs names and one full of types of story(Fluff, funny, romance, spicy, hurt comfort, hurt no comfort, improv, lore, and I might add more as we go on), so the plan is A) Spin the first wheel to determine the main character of the story B) Spin the second wheel to determine what kind of story it is, and then C) Go to my Spotify playlist of my favorite songs and spam the shuffle button a few times, then use the song I get as inspiration for what I'm writing :] I don't know if I'll be able to do this consistently because I'm not very confident in my own writing so I don't tend to enjoy it as much, but I'd like to try.

Today's rolls were:

Main Character: Alistair

Story Type: Improv(AKA I make up whether it's fluff, angst, etc, as I go)

Inspiration Song: Why Didn't You Stop Me? - Mitski

Here we go lol-

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Photograph - OC Stories Day 1

As the sun finally slips beyond the horizon, the forest is bathed in a cold darkness that's occasionally broken by an enchanted torch mounted on the fence or a fairy lantern hanging on the wall. Alistair used to find the dark somewhat unnerving when he worked in the castle, since it was always so bright and sterile in the halls, but since his exile he has gotten used to the comfort it provides. Marilyn had come to his cabin today and the two had worked on some new potions and enchantments for their weaponry, so now Alistair is spending his evening tidying his kitchen of all of the herbs and questionable inventory Marilyn had presented for their experimentation session.

As Alistair goes to place a jar of fireflies back where it belongs on his coffee table, his red eyes are drawn to the photograph of the crown prince he has resting there. Ah, Prince Theseus in all his loveliness.. Alistair trades off the fireflies for the picture, taking a break from cleaning to sit on his couch and observe the photo. His gloved fingers trace gently over the curves of Theseus' face, smiling softly to himself. He feels a pang of emotion, perhaps guilt, in his heart as he thinks about the prince he once served, and his smile falters as he realizes just how long its been since the two have gotten to see each other. Madeline says that Theseus has been doing well, so that's good at least, but Alistair still misses the prince dearly. While yes, he had been Prince Theseus' servant he had also been his lover and partner in life, even if their relationship had been secret due to their different statuses and the King and Queen's beliefs. He wonders if Theseus even looks the same as he used to, with his fluffy blonde hair so perfectly framing his face and his green eyes shining with an almost childlike curiosity. Alistair, of course, looks very different from when he lived in the palace. Would Theseus even find him attractive anymore..?

#my ocs #oc #original character #<3 #gacha life 2 #gacha edit #story #short story #original story #oc story #writing

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jxckyx3 · 2 years ago

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Hi!

So this is one of my older prompts that has just been sitting in my drafts for a while now. I think it's been a year or two...?

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Either way, I finally decided to use it and I hope you all like it!

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Ship: Daithideterroriser

Top: Brian

Bottom: Nogla

AU: /

Setting: Apartment building

Type: Smut / Fluff

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, alcohol, one night stands, theft, smut, sexual themes and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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"Is that..." The lanky man trailed off, glancing over at his roommate from his spot sitting on the couch in the living room.

The other who had just returned from the drug store hummed in response, a wide smirk on his face.

"Had to get a few more boxes. Ran out the other night." He said, struggling to shut the door with his hands, as they were occupied with an unnecessary amount of tiny, dark grey boxed condoms.

Nogla sighed in pity and slight disappointment as he watched Brian struggle, dropping a few boxes on the floor as he bent over to grab his dropped car keys.

He continued to stare at his friend with the same expression as he giddily made his way down the hall, disappearing into his room with a small slam of the door.

Nogla chewed on his inner cheek, listening to the sound of Brian shuffling around in his room until the the man came back out, that same big smile still formed on his face.

Please don't say-

"I'm gonna head out. Might be back tonight, who knows?" Brian said with a laugh, wiggling his brows in hint as he held up a line of new condoms.

Nogla knew he was gonna say that...

The taller gave a halfhearted chuckle, internally cringing as he stared at the blue rings. He could only imagine what kinds of things those poor latex coverings were gonna see pretty soon.

"Alright, don't wait up!" The other said, giving his roommate finger guns and a quick wink before he was out the door and the apartment was filled with silence again.

Nogla let out a long sigh of...what was it? Sadness? Anger? Annoyance? Loneliness?

Loneliness...yeah, that was it.

Over the last few weeks, Brian had been acting strange to Nogla. He had suddenly started leaving the house mid day and coming back late at night. Sometimes he'd even disappear for more than a day at times.

Brian was always a mature guy. Waking up early, working out, doing his work. But lately, he's been doing the complete opposite of that.

Skipping breakfast, stopped working out, being late to recordings with him and the guys, day drinking.

Nogla didn't know why Brian has started to wast his days like that, as it came out of seemingly nowhere. There was no further days ahead that hinted Brian was in distress or any sort of unhappiness, so why now?

Why so suddenly did he decide to waste his time bar hopping, getting stoned with people he didn't even know at random parties and having all these one night stands?

One night stands.

That's what bothered Nogla the most about Brian recently. He's been putting more time into hooking up with girls, that the taller couldn't even look at his friend the same without questioning how many girls he's fucked that week.

Of course he knew it was none of his business, and he had no say in what Brian did with his time or body. But he was worried for his friend.

The shorter of the two had been mugged, stolen from, and jumped before so there was no telling what could happen next.

He could be drugged, kidnapped or worse, killed.

Nogla saw no positive outcome in anything Brian's been doing, and lately it's been getting out of hand.

He heaved another sigh, setting his guitar aside and tossing his notebook on the coffee table.

He suddenly wasn't in the song writing sort of mood.

He pulled himself off the couch and trudged over to the kitchen, feeling the sudden ache to calm himself with a nice warm cup of tea.

The sex part of Brian's sudden immaturity acts had gotten the worst. Even more so than the drinking part.

It had gotten so bad, to the point that he'd go out almost every other night if not every night. Then on the days when his roommate was home, he'd bombard the other poor man with his stories and who he met and who he fucked. Where they fucked, how they fucked, when they fuc- it was just too much for Nogla.

He couldn't relate with Brian in any way on that sort of topic. One reason being because he was single, and stooping down to Brian's level to the point of having one night casual sex wasn't in his best interest.

Another reason being, was because he was just not a sexual guy. He didn't understand it when guys discussed eachothers sex stories to eachother in major detail as if it was the most casual thing ever. Nogla wasn't the kind to get grossed out easily, but a topic like that could definitely ruin his appetite.

And a third reason, was just because he was gay. He wasn't closeted, having told his friends and viewers just a few months ago. And expectedly one of the perks of being a homosexual, was that Nogla didn't see women in any sexual way. Where as Brian, saw women as God's finest work.

And don't get him wrong, he loved women too and thinks they are powerful and beautiful in their own ways. But he just didn't see them in the same light Brian did.

When Nogla looked at a women, he thought 'Wow, she's so pretty. I wonder how she got her body to look so sculpted. Must be working out...I need to work out soon.'.

Where as when Brian saw a women, he thought 'God damn, gimme a piece of dat' ass!'.

See the difference? It's not hard to spot.

At first sight, Nogla appreciated a women for her looks. Wondering how she manages to look as beautiful as she does, and question's wether he should try something new to make himself look prettier as well. But for Brian, he observes the women in an inappropriate manner, wondering what she's like in bed or what she would look like undressed.

Hell, even on the rare days when Brian is home he still talks about it. Wether it be when the two are watching tv, or if he's seen a new face near their building.

It never failed, and it was truly starting to get to Nogla.

When he first got his Visa, he had no place to stay. Brian had already had his, so he offered to let the other live with him. So he agreed.

The two were so happy and excited, talking about all the things they'd do, all the cool plans they'd have together.

Nogla's been living with his best friend for only a year now, and now Brian's barely in the house anymore.

Nogla was lonely, sad, and he felt disappointed in himself for not saying anything about it to Brian.

He felt wrong to do so, as if he was gonna step into restricted area.

"Telling someone what ta do, especially when I live in their house... I can't do that." He uttered to himself, sighing loudly as he stared down at his cup of tea.

He watched the steam rise into his face, staring down at himself in the dark brown liquid.

He could always share these problems with the other guys, but he didn't want to do that without talking them out with Brian first.

It felt...weird to talk about someone behind their back, so why do it to Brian?

Technically the shorter man had done nothing wrong, so what was there to complain about?

The fact that he felt ignored? Sounds more like a personal problem.

Nogla shook his head, grabbing the cup and taking a small sip from the sweet heat.

Maybe he could wait it out? Maybe it was some sort of phase Brian was going through. Maybe it would go away in time.

Maybe...

Nogla's pov -

That maybe, had turned into a definite nope.

It's been two more weeks, and I honestly don't think I could take any more of Brian's bullshit.

I did mention to him that he wasn't around lately. I told him his dogs were missing him, just to use it as an excuse in hope of having him stay home more.

It did work, but not in the way I expected.

Instead of running around town from club to club looking for someone to bang, he ended up installing a dating app so that he could bring girls here. To have sex!

It didn't help that he now has people digitally lined up, waiting for an opening so that they could have the next turn with him.

I thought bringing him home would be a grand idea. So that we could spend a bit of time together, so that I don't have to call or text a dead, lost or stolen phone whenever I needed to remind him it was time to record.

But did I help? No, in fact I think I may have made it worse.

I haven't gotten sleep for days! Hearing moaning and banging and cursing almost every day of the god damn week!

And I've also learned that Brian likes to go hard; so not only am I worried for him about getting an STD or some shit, I also worry about the girls and if they are physically okay after getting railed by Brian!

Sometimes I try to offer the girls a drink or at least a bath or something, but that never really fails without one of them hitting on me, cursing me out, or just giving me the stink eye.

Some of them were nice I guess, but that's the only positive side in this whole situation.

The worst part, is that sometimes Brian kicks me out of the apartment when he brings over more than one girl. And lately, he's started to do that more often.

I get that it's his place, and that he's charging me less than half for rent but fuck, is it getting annoying.

He knows I have no place to stay, so he usually kicks me out during the day. Telling me to go to the mall or some shit.

Sometimes I'd come home late like he suggested of me, and the door would be locked. I would end up having to wait in the hallway till morning, find a hotel that was open 24 hours a day, or recently, I'd have to pick the lock.

I had just learned to do that, so I wasn't really good at it and it usually took some time.

All these things were getting to me, and I know it's natural for a middle aged man to be sexually active --especially Brian--, but fuck is it aggravating.

It certainly doesn't help my crush on him either, and it just makes me sad seeing him act this way.

"Hey Daithi, here."

I glanced over from staring at my plate of breakfast, untouched, cold.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice raw and croaky, having just woken up. I looked down to see him handing me a green piece of paper, the number 'fifty' in bold.

I stared at it for a few seconds, looking between him and the bill for a few seconds.

"Why are ye handin' me money?" I asked, confused. Brian, hummed, setting the money down near my plate on the counter before moving to serve himself some food as well.

"Well I'm gonna have a few 'friends' over and we're gonna be drinking fer most of te day. Then later, we're gonna fuck." He said with a chuckle, adding a slight motion of thrusting his hips forward at the end.

I watched with a pout as he set a few of the eggs that I made on his plate, grabbed a few pieces of bacon and tater tots with his fork.

"So ye're kickin' me out again." I huffed, saying it as more of a statement than a question, since that's exactly what was happening. I crossed my arms as Brian turned around, his eyes fixed on me. He blinked a few times in silence, before flinching and moving his eyes back down to the pan.

The fuck was that about?

"Well, when you put it that way...but yes. That's exactly what I'm doing." He said, grinning to himself as he set his plate down on the counter and started to eat standing up.

"So what do'ya want me to do with t'is?" I asked, gesturing down to the money. Brian shrugged, ripping apart a piece of bacon with his teeth.

"I dunno. Go out and buy yourself somethin'. Meet new people. Go fuck a guy." He suggested, laughing to himself at the last part.

I scoffed, pushing the bill away.

"First of all, I have enough stuff. Second of all, I hate meeting new people and third, I don't do the fucking." I said, huffing as I shoved a bite of eggs into my mouth.

I watched as he raised his brows in surprise, looking me up and down in askance. I just waved my hand at him to drop the subject, not particularly wanting to talk about the fact that I'm a bottom.

I knew he was gonna end up telling the guys, and that would mean more gay jokes and teasing for later next time we recorded. But now I was too tired for Brian's bullshit.

"Then go on a shopping spree at...the grocery store?" He suggested, quirking a brow at me. I pursed my lips in thought, glancing up at him before I swiped the money off the counter.

He chuckled as I shamefully shoved the bill into my pocket, shooting him a quick glare that he knew my weakness for food.

"Fock off thot." I muttered, taking a few quick bites before hopping off the bar stool and heading for my room.

If Brian paid me more than usual, then that meant he needed me out of the house quickly.

Who the hell even invites fuck buddies over at nine in the morning anyway?

I scoffed at the thought, rolling my eyes as I pulled my shirt off. I walked over to my closet, putting on a much cleaner one. I pulled a pair of skinny jeans on and threw on a jacket and a pair of shoes.

Passing the body mirror, I quickly ran my hands through my hair, fixing a few messy ends before grabbing my wallet.

I wasn't really up for looks, just wanting to leave before Brian's snobby girls came.

"Alright, I'm headin' out." I said, setting my foot on the stool and quickly tying my shoes.

"Shit, that was quick." Brian commented, glancing at the change of clothes. I hummed, grabbing the cup of coffee from his hand and chugging it.

"The sooner the better." I sighed, booping his nose before moving towards the door.

"See ya soon." I called, only having time to see him stare at his now empty cup before I was out the door and gone.

"Alright, bye Oliver!" I called, giggling as the callout caused him to stumble and glance my way.

"Bye David! Hope to catch you soon!" He said, waving his rag at me as I opened the door. I laughed at the dorky smile on his freckled face, waving him off before heading out the coffee shop.

I hummed to myself happily, staring down at the coffee in my hands.

Okay, maybe Brian was right about the meeting new people thing.

A few hours ago it seemed that I walked into the small coffee shop. It was already late, but I was still tired from this morning, having been technically forced out of the house- or paid to leave.

I wasn't expecting to stay long, maybe just grab a few muffins and a drink then be on my way.

But that's when I met Oliver.

He told me he was a trans male, around my age, and was really chipper. His burst of energy was really contagious and it made them really fun to talk to. He liked to babbel about his girlfriend a lot, something I found admirable.

I had only met them a few hours ago, but I truly felt as if he was my role model.

He owned a coffee shop, had his own home and he was getting engaged soon.

I know I had my own good things in life. My channel, my subscribers, my friends, family. But he just seemed so...happy.

Must be his relationship.

I sighed, walking slowly as I stared up at the sky. The stars were hardly shining because of all the city light, but the moon highlighted the clouds just perfectly where it was still calming to look at.

I glanced down at my phone, reading the time.

It was past ten already. Hopefully Brian's 'company' is gone by now.

I sighed at the thought, frowning as I trudged along the sidewalk.

Yeah, Oliver had a relationship. I envy them.

But as much as I try, I can never shake the thought of Brian out of my head.

Yeah he may be a dick sometimes, yeah he was insensitive at times and yes, he was straight. But...he was charming, sweet, and overall a really nice guy to be around.

It was one of the main reasons I so unhesitatingly agreed to be his roommate. Because not only did I want to spend more time with him, I was hoping it would bring us closer. At least as best friends.

Well, I consider him my best friend. I dunno if it applies the other way though.

I growled to myself, gripping at my hair with my free hand.

All this overthinking and want is giving me a migraine.

I took a large gulp from my coffee, relaxing my shoulders as the hot liquid ran down my throat. I took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out through my mouth.

Breath, Nogla. Relax.

I raised my paper bag of muffins, holding it with my teeth as I moved my coffee to my other hand.

Without thinking, I grabbed the door handle and turned it with a small click.

I frowned in confusion, taking a second to realize.

I usually go straight for the bent paper clip that I placed on top of the door frame, seeing as Brian usually locks the door when people are over and I'm out. And since he never gave me the spare key, I have the pick the lock.

But...this time it was unlocked?

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, slowly pushing the door open. I jumped slightly as Brian's dogs panted happily at me, nudging my shoes. Loud radio music was playing and all the light were off. I closed the door behind me and gently patted the pups heads, pushing them aside. I walked, slowly managing to maneuver towards the kitchen not too far away.

I patted the wall, finding the switch and flicking it on.

My jaw dropped at what I saw, the muffin bag falling from my mouth.

"What te fuck?!" I exclaimed, slamming my coffee down onto the counter.

The three women glanced up from their spot on the floor, hovering over a just waking up Brian. Their hands were full of his shit; money, cards, and even his ID.

They looked like deer caught in headlights, frozen and shocked, not moving a single muscle even as Brian slowly pulled himself from off his back.

"Te fuck...hey is t'at my wallet?" He asked, rubbing his eyes before snatching the leather pocket from one of the women.

I sighed, leaning against the counter as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Get te fuck outta our house before I call the cops." I growled. One of the women opened her mouth, looking as if she was gonna protest.

I dropped my hand and glared over at her, quickly cutting off any attitude she was ready to give me. They gave each other quick glances, as of trying to mentally discuss what to do.

"Out!" I shouted, quickly making up their minds as they gathered their stuff and skedaddled for the door. They only shot quick glances at me, looked terrified as they ran out the apartment.

I shut the door behind them, sighing as I locked all three locks.

"Way ta go dumbass, ya almost got robbed." I sighed, taking a sip of my coffee as I watched Brian pull himself off the ground with a low groan.

He held a hand to his forehead, indicating he had a headache.

Good.

I glanced down, taking in his state. There was dool trailing from the side of his mouth, bite marks littered his neck and shoulders as well as hickeys and there was obvious scratch marks that started at his chest, more marks following down to his back and arms.

I wanted to feel mad at those women for being careless with his body like that, but it was hard to stay mad when he wasn't wearing a shirt; each and every muscle shown beautifully from the thin layer of sweat on his skin, the white kitchen light helping.

I glanced away, feeling my face heat up as I took another sip of coffee.

"The fu-... they took my fucking cash." Brian cursed, huffing in frustration as he tossed his wallet onto the counter.

I snorted, rolling my eyes at him.

"Good. Ye should be glad t'ey didn't take you're cards n shit." I teased, sliding him one of the chocolate muffins I got from the shop, along with two pills of Advil I grabbed from the drawer.

I reached into the cupboard to grab a mug, filling it up with tap water and handing it over to Brian.

He heaved a heavy sigh, tossing the pills in his mouth and chugging the water in big gulps.

Hmm, must've been dehydrated.

"I'm fuckin' parched." He croaked, poking at the muffin before breaking a piece of and popping it into his mouth. I chuckled at the gravely sound in his voice, nodding as I poured some of my coffee into his empty cup and sliding it back over.

"Well that's what booze and vodka does, Brian." I said, glancing over his shoulder at the large alcohol bottles sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

He hummed, frowning down at his hands before grabbing his cup.

"Where'd ye get t'is pastry? It's fuckin' marvelous." He exclaimed, ignoring me to taking another bite.

I chuckled to myself remembering the coffee shop that was ran by both Oliver and his girlfriend, Alexandria.

Such pretty names.

"I got it downtown from a small coffee shop. The guy who made it gave me a good deal on it along wit' te coffee." I said, smiling as I hopped on to the counter.

Brian froze, raising a brow as I folded my legs.

"Guy? Y'know him?" He asked, grabbing his mug and taking a sip.

"Yeah, I met them today, his name's Oliver. Pretty nice guy. Kind cute too." I said, chuckling to myself. It was more of a friendly observation than a comment on his looks in any attracted manner.

He was just simply cute, like a puppy or an innocent baby deer in a way. Almost like a child.

I frowned as Brian choked on his coffee, a few trails leaking down his chin.

"Ye alright-

"Yeah, yeah 'm grand. Tell me more about 'em?" He asked, keeping his eyes down as he wiped the spilt coffee away. I frowned in confusion before continuing.

"Well he owns the shop, he's our age, uhh...well we didn't really talk much about ourselves. Just random topics in general." I said, finding the statement the most accurate. Most of the time we spoke, Oliver just shared tik toks he found to be funny, or asked my opinion on some of the sample muffins they had there. The rest was basically asking about me or talking about his girlfriend.

So there wasn't really much to say about him, more so of Alexandria.

"...huh." Brian spoke, looking as if he was deep in thought as he took a long slow sip from his cup.

"'Huh'?" I asked, confused on his response. He shrugged, setting his cup back down and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I thought ye said ye didn't like meeting new people." He said, looking up at me with half lidded eyes.

I stared, observing the small quirk in his brows and the slight frown on his lips.

Was he...mad at me?

"Well I don't, but he came up ta me. He was pretty nice so we kinda just hung out a while." I said softly, so that if he was mad, I didn't somehow make him any madder.

Brian just nodded his head, licking his teeth as he looked up at me before standing up.

"Alright well, I'm tired. See ye tomorrow. Goodnight." He said, giving me an obviously forced smile before reaching up and ruffling my hair. He booped my nose the same way I did to him this morning before lazily heading towards the hall with a loud yawn, taking his coffee and muffin with him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but seeing as I had nothing to say, I closed it back up.

Was he okay? Well he did almost get robbed tonight...might be the alcohol.

I sighed, setting my cup down and hopping off the counter. I grabbed a small grocery bag from under the sink, knowing I'd surly have to clean up Brian's mess.

Brian's mess...that included of beer cans alcohol bottles and...

"Ugh, condoms." I muttered to myself, taking a glance at the living room floor where at least a few full, tied up condoms were.

I shivered, groaning in disgust as I grabbed a clean pair of plastic cleaning gloves from the drawer.

I knew it was bad, but now it's worse.

It's gotten to the point, that Brian is starting to bring a new girl everyday. Sometimes more than one girl a day.

Regardless, he hasn't leaned anything since the last time those girls tried to rob him, seeing as he gets fucked over both literally and figuratively more times than I can count.

He's had to cancel five credit cards, get a new ID three times and had seven hundred dollars worth of cash stolen all in a span of three weeks!

It's gotten out of hand, and no matter how many times I've told him to calm down, to stop, he just ignored me or brushes it off as minor issues.

I'm getting tired of Brian letting all these women stomp all over him like some kind of useless money bag and sex toy, and it's honestly pissing me off that he's done nothing about it.

"Brian, we need to talk." I started, walking into his room without knocking.

"Jesus, knock will ya?" He said with a slight chuckle, sitting on his bed and tucking a few folded condoms into his leather jacket.

I've expressed my anger and irritation on the matter before, and it's never gotten me anywhere. But this time was different.

This time I'm gonna make sure he knows how much I hate the lifestyle he's chosen.

"Fuck knocking, it was probably just made up by some guy who got caught jacking off so he created a way for his family to warn him and let their presence known when at his door so t'at he doesn't have to get caught doin' it again." I huffed, leaning against the wall near the door and crossing my arms over my chest.

Brian froze, glancing up at me with the same smile. It softened a bit, probably realizing how angry I was right now.

"Hey, what's up?" He pried gently, setting his hands on his knees.

I glared down at him for a second before speaking.

"You can't go out anymore." I started.

"Ugh, not this shit again." He groaned, sighing when running a hand down his face.

"Yes, this again. Brian, you're wasting your life away and I'm not gonna just sit here and watch." I huffed.

He scoffed, standing up and grabbing his wallet.

"Yeah, no I'm going out. Wether ye like it or not." He said, grabbing his phone and tucking it into his pocket.

He made his way over to the door but before he could head out, I set my hand on the wood and slammed it shut.

He stared straight ahead, nodding at the door before sighing and looking down at the floor.

"Nogla..." He said, his voice warning. I pushed my lips into a pout, taking a single step sideways to block the door, completely cutting Brian's chance of leaving during the conversation unless he jumped out the tenth floor window.

"David." He said, snapping his eyes up to meet mine. His voice was now stern, a bit of anger laced in his tone.

But I wasn't gonna be bothered by it.

"Y'know what? No, okay? You've been drinking every day, having multiple one night stands for two months and you've been robbed for weeks. You're late for when we record, you can't even help me pay te bills on time because of all te stolen money, and ye can't even go a few days without a drink in one hand and a vagina in the other...or your hand in a vagina- ye get what I mean!" I snapped, balling my hands into fists.

"The guys are gettin' worried, yer sister 'as been calling me saying ye ain't answering any 'a her texts and- Bri, I'm worried. Okay? We're all worried about ya, and regardless of how shitty these women are being ta you, ye don't do shit about it!" I finished, watching as each and every jab made him flinch at the truthfulness of my words.

"Daithi, it's none of you're god damn business what I do with myself and my money." He said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest. I groaned in irritation, running a hand over my face.

"I know it's not and that's exactly why I've been so quiet about it since ye started, but now it's gettin' outta hand and it's worry'in me." I stated.

"Ya don't need ta be worried. I'm a grown fucking man, Nogla. And if ye don't like it, then ye can just leave." He growled, obviously getting a bit heated from everything I was admitting. I flinched at the words, only a single flash of regret showing on his face.

A single was all I needed to not just do exactly that and get up and leave.

"No Brian, I'm not leaving ya in t'is state. This is obviously a personal problem and since nobody else is here ta do it, I have ta step in an' stop you before you go ruining your life. This is how addiction and depression starts, and if it's gets to the point where fans start ta notice, I can't help your reputation. It's outta my hands if it reaches that point, and God damn does it hurt me for not stopping ya sooner." I argued, feeling my hands shake in anger.

I kind of wanted to punch him for being so stupid and oblivious, but violence wouldn't do any good. As nice as smacking him back into reality sounded, he'd probably only fight back.

And though I'm taller than him, Brian was a strong mother fucker. I've seen him get into a bar fight one time and though it was hot as shit it was fucking terrifying.

I'd hate to have to find out what the other end of his fist felt like.

"D'ya think I give a damn about what te fans think of me? If I did, I wouldn't have shown my face on the internet at all let alone start a whole ass channel. My personal problems are none of your concern, so ye can stop feelin' bad about yourself and move out me fuckin' way will ya? I don need your fucking pity!" He snapped, moving his hands around to express his anger.

I gaped at him in shock, offended that he saw it that way.

I didn't pity him, I felt sympathy for him. He's obviously going through something that he's keeping to himself, and hasn't even spoken to anyone about it.

"I'm not pitying you Brian, I'm just trying to help! All you've been on about is sex and alcohol, sex and alcohol! When is it gonna end, Brian? When are ye gonna stop te bullshit and talk ta me about what's on ye're mind?!" I shouted.

"You're on my mind!" He gave in.

I froze, staring down at him dumbly. He heaved a loud heavy sigh, tossing his wallet and phone on the dresser and pacing around the room.

"For months, Nogla. Months, and I haven't been able to get ye outta my head! Every morning, every night, every single fucking second of the day, you're all that I can t'ink about!" He yelled, his words confusing me.

What did he mean by that?

He clearly took hint of my silence, glancing back at my confused face before he continued.

"Ever since we met, I've been crushin' on ya like a stupid teen in a god damn drama movie. I told myself that it would fade in time, that it would be gone as soon as it came. I'm straight, so I dunno what I was thinkin'! But after we met in Ireland fer te first time, it was one of the best moments on my life and my stupid feelings just ended up getting stronger!" He cursed at himself, kicking over the chair next to his dresser with a loud bang.

I flinched, not only because the loud sound and action startled me, but because I couldn't believe what he was saying.

Did he seriously...feel that way? All this time? I mean I've had a crush on him since then too, but he felt the same way?

"When ye got your Visa, I wasn't thinkin' when I offered fer ye ta live with me. But when ye showed how excited ye were, it got me excited. A month after, ye came out ta us all as gay and this stupid, annoying, inconvenience of a crush grew stronger! All I could think about was holding ye're hand, hugging ya or even doing cringey ass shit that sappy couples usually do, and it annoyed the hell outta me!" He started again.

He then snapped his head in my direction, taking a step closer.

"And what did you do? You fucking made it worse. You inconsiderate little shit, you decided to wear women's clothes, and wear pretty hair pins and those cute little leg warmers that make your fucking legs stick out fucking adorably!" He shouted, taking another step closer.

I backed up into the door, feeling the cold wood on my flushed back.

Brian scoffed, chuckling deeply but not one of humor or happiness.

"Just look at what you're fucking wearing right now." He seethed, shaking his head as he openly checked me out.

I glanced down, now slightly feeling flustered in the clothes I was wearing.

It wasn't much but a cold shoulder long sleeve a black pair of shorts and high knee socks, but I now felt exposed in a way. As if I was completely naked under his gaze.

"I-im sorry." I stuttered, not really knowing how to respond to any of what he was saying.

"Yeah, you fucking should be. I had to fuck numerous women that reminded me of ye, just so that I could get some relief fer seein' ye every day. Jacking off stopped working after a while, and sex all together did. So I had ta drink, so t'at I could bear fucking a women that sounded nothin' like ya! At least they let me call them Daithi, right?! It helped that they didn't know what it meant. I told them it meant 'beautiful'." He admitted sighing to himself as he ran his hands through his hair.

I could feel my heart beat practically slamming in my chest and my body heat up a hundred degrees from how flustered I was.

It didn't fucking help that Brian was angry and God did I love when he gets angry. I'll admit that it's hot, but now probably wasn't the time to be thinking about that right now.

I should feel weirded out that he pretended all those women were me. Hell, any sane person would pack their shit and leave.

But it felt nice to know he did that. Nice to know that he didn't fuck just any women. He only did the ones that strongly reminded him of me.

It did explain why all the women had dark hair and pale skin. Most of them even had green or brown eyes. And they were all tall...I mean some of them were short but the majority of them did resemble me with individual features I guess.

❗15+❗

"And y'know what Dai? Ya should feel sorry, because you're the one that pushed me ta drink. You're the one that caused me to fall in love with ya, and you're the one ta make me so God damn sexually frustrated." He said with a suddenly deep tone and voice. He took a small step closer to me with each blame, and it was honestly scaring me to think of what he was gonna do it he closed the gap between us.

"And God fucking damnit, it's you're fault for looking so fuckable!" He shouted, grabbing my neck and yanking me down.

I jolted, a small squeak forcing itself out of my mouth as he smashed our lips together, out teeth clinking from the force.

The slight pain wasn't much to think about, as he shoved his tongue into my mouth and intertwined it with my own. My eyes were wide in shock, my hands placed on the door behind me.

Brian's lips moved aggressively and roughly that it was hard to refuse the dominance. There was no room for surprise or fear or even shock as he kissed me. Only pleasure took a hold of my mind and body as he slid his other hand to my waist, griping tightly.

I've always imagined what Brian's lips might feel like against my own, but this was ten times better than anything I've ever thought of.

I closed my eyes, setting my hands on his shoulders to push him away. He growled into my mouth, like he didn't want to pull away just yet. Or at all.

"Mhn...air-...mn." I managed to fit the single word between our mouths. Brian sighed loudly, irritated but understanding. He let go of my neck, letting me slowly pull off with a gasp.

I rested my head against the door, closing my eyes to imprint the memory of his lips on mine. The feeling, the warmth, the taste. It was all so good.

I then flinched, a moan of surprise escaping from my mouth as I felt Brian attach his lips to my throat.

I griped onto his jacket tightly, clenching my jaw to hold in my noises as he trailed his tongue across my pulse point, slowly moving down till his teeth hit my collar bone.

"I-im glad." I muttered, finally getting a chance to breath properly when he pulled back in confusion.

"What?" He asked, clearly not understanding.

I looked back down to him, meeting his gaze.

"I'm glad ye feel t'at way. I...I like ye too." I admitted bashfully, raising my hands to trail my thumbs across his jawline, admiring how sharp it was.

Brian stared at me for a few seconds in silence. His face was blank and it was hard to read what he was feeling let alone thinking right now.

I then yelped as he grabbed my thighs and threw me up, pushing me up against the wall and pulling my legs around his hips. The sudden change in position definitely made it easier to kiss, seeing as we were now at the same level.

"God I love when you're shy and honest." He groaned, licking his lips before pushing in for another kiss.

My breath hitched in my throat just as it did the first time, his teeth biting my lower lip to demand entrance.

🔞

I allowed it, already feeling comfortable with his tongue darting around my mouth. Brian slid his hand into mine, the other one feeling around until it rested on my backside.

Shivers ran down my back as his thumb slid under my shirt and massaged into my tailbone, the others still resting on my butt.

"Fuck Brian..." I moaned as he pulled back, closing my eyes as his hands finally slid down my shorts, cupping my back-end softly.

Brain growled, his chest rumbling against my own from how close we were.

"Shit, say my name like t'at again." He demanded, sliding his hand lower and gripping tightly. I jerked at the rough action, biting my lip as his nails dug into my skin.

"B-brian." I repeated, following orders as he said. He let out another sort of low moan, before pulling me away from the wall and throwing me on the bed.

I landed with a soft grunt, moving to get up only to be pushed back down.

Brian growled curses and profanities to himself as he unbuttoned my pants, violently tugging them off my legs.

Usually I liked it when my partner was soft or gentle, but somehow the way Brian was aggressively tearing my clothes off, just made me more aroused by the second.

I lowered my hands to my crotch as he finally yanked my pants past my thighs and off of my legs.

"Don't hide baby, I wanna see it all." He muttered softly, pulling my wrists away.

Brian then froze, staring down at my black laced underwear for a second. I mentally cursed at myself, feeling my face go red as I averted my gaze.

"Heh... panties." He commented, looking up at me with a smirk. I pushed my lips into a pout, scowling at him. He just laughed at my embarrassment, leaning down and pressing his mouth right against my heat.

I gasped at the sensitive feeling, slightly arching my back as he inhaled deeply, sliding his face higher until he was at the center of my belly.

Then he exhaled.

"Ye smell so beautiful, my love." He complimented, before pressing open mouthed kisses on my skin.

I wiggled my wrists in his grasp, the words catching me off guard. Wether it was the comment in general or the pet name he had called me, regardless it made me feel nice and all tingly inside.

Brian placed more kisses, going higher and higher until his mouth reached my chest, his nose having to push my shirt up the whole way there.

"B- Brian please..." I whined softly, gasping as he lightly slid his tongue against one of my nipples.

"Beg, my beau." He uttered, adding teeth into the mix.

Great, now he's adding more pet names to flustered me further? Is he pulling these out of his ass?

"C-can ye please just- ugh, Brian!" I whined, not wanting to throw away my pride so quickly.

I mean, I waited days to build up the courage to finally point out to Brian that he had a serious problem and needed to stop drinking and having sex for weeks at a time, only to have him confess his love, pin me down then fuck me?

What else did he want from me? My dignity?!

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't be a brat, David." He said, using my real name.

That mean he was being dead serious.

I whimpered, whining in defeat as there was no other way around this. I had to beg and I had to beg good if he was gonna give in and gimme what I wanted.

"Pl- please Brian. It's startin' ta hurt now, c-can ye just...can ye...can ye please just fuck me already? I-i wanna feel...I...I wanna feel you inside of me, please Brian." I pleaded helplessly, looking away as I felt my body heat up in shame.

Brian chuckled smugly, biting his lip as he looked down at me with power.

"God, of course dipshit. I would've said yes with a simple 'please'." He groaned.

I turned to glare at him but that thought had suddenly came to an end as he rubbed his hand into my crotch.

I mewled at the feeling, rolling my hips up into the touch to add pressure. Brian chuckled at the action, using his other hand to run up and down my chest.

I cursed under my breath as he played with the lace on my underwear, his fingertips feeling cold against my warm skin.

His left hand then trailed up from my chest to my neck, simply resting there.

Before I could assume why, his other hand gripped my panties and tore them right off with a loud tear.

I yelped in surprise, moving to sit up only for his first hand to tighten around my neck and push me back down.

"No moving." He ordered, keeping his eyes on mine as he slowly moved his hand to my groin. I gasped, holding onto his left wrist tightly as he slid his fingers up and down slowly.

"Oh my gosh...haa, Bri." I whimpered, closing my eyes in pleasure as his thumb slid up to my chin, pushing onto my bottom lip.

"Fuck, I love when ye call me that..." He admitted with a groan, sticking his thumb into my mouth.

He pressed his finger onto my tongue, playing around with the saliva as his other hand lowered between my legs. I squirmed, panting heavily as his fingers brushed against my entrance, slowly teasing the rim.

"Be honest, Dai. When's te last time ye've been fucked?" Brian asked, leaning over me as he slowly pulled his thumb out, wiping my spit onto my lips.

I stared at him in silence, too busy loving the feeling of his fingers gently circling my love hole.

"M-months? A year? I dunno." I admitted, trying to push my hips into his hand so that he could just get the hint and finger me already.

Well, he obviously got the hint. He just didn't wanna give in so easily yet.

"Damn. 'S been a while hadn't it? Y'er not te kinda person ta jack off either, are ya." He said, now teasing me with words, his eyes glancing back down to my lips every now and then.

I shook my head, embarrassed. Brian laughed at that, seeming to find it funny how submissive I was being right now.

"Aww, poor baby. Don't worry though, I'm gonna make ye feel so good ye're gonna be beggin' fer more." He grinned, pushing all three fingers in.

I yelped, tensing at the feeling. He pressed his lips back down to mine, slowly scissoring me open with all three digits.

It was hard to breath while kissing him and moaning into his mouth at the same time, along with the motion of his fingers pushing in and out.

God he was right. It felt so good. It felt so good, I'd give up anything to have him make me feel this way.

The way his fingers just barely brushed the nerves inside of me, the warmth of his tongue creeping into my mouth, the weight of his body on top of mine, his hips between my legs, spreading me open.

God this was heavily.

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Another small gasp slipped past his lips, the sound getting caught between our mouths.

His breathing was stuttered and every thrust of my fingers caused another jerk in pleasure and mewl into my lips.

Everything about this was exactly like how I imagined and more.

The warmth of his walls tightening around my fingers, every gasp and sigh he made, the helpless whispers of my name moaned onto my tongue.

It was fucking amazing. He, was fucking amazing.

I pulled back from the kiss, trails of saliva connecting between our lips. His eyes and lashes were glossy, his face red beyond just a simple blush.

"B-bri, I need y-"

"Shhh, I'm gonna give it ta ye. Just be patient my love." I reassured, having to physically restrain myself from tearing this man apart.

He was just so cute and sexy in every way.

I dunno why I waited so long to confess to him, but thank God he gave me the push I needed.

I'm glad he accepted my feelings for him, giving his own back in the same way. It felt like a dream when he said he felt the same. It surprised me so much, it nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.

"Brian, I need...i-i need-"

"I know baby, I know." I hushed him, giving him one last peck before moving away from him. He whined as I slowly slipped my fingers out, his body jolting as I softly rubbed my thumb against his heat.

"Ya need me now, or d'ya wanna wait a bit?" I asked softly, whispering the words into his ear. He trembled at the feeling, a smirk of satisfaction tugging at my lips.

"N-now, Bri." He whimpered, averting his gaze from me. I chuckled lightly, feeling adoration towards him from the way he kept calling me that nickname I told him that I loved.

I trailed soft kisses down his neck, halting to nibble on his shoulder as I lifted his legs around my waist. His dainty fingers tugged at my shirt, his breathing shallow.

I slipped the condoms out of my jacket, smiling down at him as he looked up at me with nervous eyes.

"D-do women usually like it when ye get rough?" He suddenly asked, blinking up at me as I pulled my jacket and shirt off.

I raised a brow in question, ripping the top of the condom off with my teeth.

"Rough?" I asked, wanting to laugh as he didn't awnser right away, his eyes mesmerized as he trailed his hands down my chest.

"Yeah uh... everytime ye brought a girl over i-it sounded like ye were goin' rough." He said, almost sounding embarrassed that he was listening in.

"Do ya want me ta go rough?" I asked, his eyes trailing down as I unbuttoned my jeans. His breath hitched in his throat as I pulled myself out, slowly rolling the condom on without a problem.

"Y-yes please." He whispered, his voice high pitched as he stared down between my legs with wide eyes.

I chuckled deeply, crawling over him. I pressed our heads close together until our noses touched, my lips just barely grazing across his.

"Ye sound scared, Daithi." I commented, noticing the sudden change in breath. Before it was slow and deep, but now it was fast and short.

He made a small sound of need, arching his back up to press our chests together.

"Brian, just shut up and fuck me already. I've been angry for two months hearin' ye fuck all these other people. It's my turn." He snapped, his lips pushed into a small pout of annoyance.

I chuckled smugly, feeling his hips rock up into my groin, looking for any sort of friction. I held his hip with one hand, pulling him as close as possible before pressing my mouth into his.

I then slowly pushed in, a loud gasp getting caught between our lips. I groaned at the heat, feeling his walls tighten the more I pushed in. I didn't stop till I hit my base, pressing my hips into his own as hard as I could.

If I was gonna do this, I want to do this right. If rough is what he wanted, I was gonna give it to him.

A small whine slipped from his tongue as I pulled away from his mouth, slowly sliding out of him till there was nothing in him but my tip.

"Are ye sure ye want it rough? I could get really aggressive." I warned, narrowing my eyes at him with a smile. He panted lightly, nodding his head at me.

"Just because ye love me doesn't mean ye need ta go easy. I want ya to rail me hard 'n fast. Treat me like one of ye're bitches." He growled softly, biting his lip as I groaned at his dirty words.

"Y'know ye're really asking fer it." I chuckled, only earning a giggle in response. I braced myself a bit, moving my knees in a more comfortable position before slamming back in.

A high pitched squeak fell from his mouth, but it was a sound of a pleasure more than a sound of pain.

We hadn't used lube, but hopefully the lubricated condom was enough so that I didn't hurt him.

I chuckled at the glare he sent me, before starting a steady rythem of in and out. It was an average pace, seeing as I didn't wanna go straight into pounding the lanky bitch.

I wanted to take my time with him. Show him how much I really love him.

But fuck was that hard to do when he just kept moaning my name with his sweet rich voice.

"F-fuck man- ah!" He yelped, throwing his head into the pillows in bliss as I hit a sensitive area, his arms shaking as they latched into my hair.

The slight sting of pain was... different. Obviously whenever I had sex with women they'd claw my back or bite my arms for support.

But the pain Nogla was giving me felt gentle. Like he was scared to hurt me. He wanted to be soft with me, but wanted me to be rough with him?

Interesting...

"Fuck Bri, faster!" He moaned, threading his fingers through my hair. I groaned deeply into his chest, grazing my teeth across his collar bone.

I did as he asked, slightly speeding up my thrusts. The constriction of his walls along with the hair pulling was beyond amazing, his hips grinding into each motion of back and forth.

I moved my hands from beside his hips, slowly feeling up his body. His skin was soft and smooth, my finger tips warm against his flushed body.

Nogla moaned quietly, his lashes fluttering as I tried my nails up the sides of his waist and torso.

"God y-you're so pretty." I stuttered in disbelief, subconsciously speeding up even more.

I let deep groans escape my throat as I rocked into him, the bed frame hitting the wall with every jut of my hips.

Nogla's keening became louder, that being the loudest sound in the room by far. He let go of my hair to move his hands to my hips, pulling me harder into him each time I pushed into him.

"Harder?" I asked quickly, not wanting to groan of moan in-between my sentences. Nogla nodded rapidly, fluttering his eyes fully open to meet my gaze.

And it that wasn't the most beautiful sight ever, then I didn't know what was.

I let out a long exhale of breath, grabbing the back of his knees and pinning them to his chest before I started to plunge in and out of him quickly.

He gasped in delight, cursing between almost every moan and scream. The new position caused me to push deeper, the angle hitting directly into Nogla's prostate.

"Brian! Brian! Oh my go- ah- sh!" He screamed, tears trailing down his face. I hummed in adoration, loving the pleas and whimpers of my name of his voice.

I couldn't help myself from leaning down to catch those noises into a passionate kiss, gripping his legs tightly.

"Fuck- sorry, I th- think I'm gonna cum soon." I admitted, feeling the burn in my gut grow quickly.

Though it was unusual for me to orgasm so soon, this was Nogla I was having sex with and it wasn't a surprise that he made my insides cramp so quickly.

"Me t-t- ah!" He moaned loudly as cum shot from his tip, hot ropes landing on his stomach as he trembled violently. I growled at the sight, as a few smaller drops managed to land on his face, one of them on his eyelashes, causing him to keep one teary eye opened as I continued to fuck him aggressively.

"I lo- I love- fuck, I love ye Brian!" He whispered desperately, cupping my face with his hands.

That was it. That was my breaking point.

I came loudly with a gravelly call of his name, my thrusts stuttering as I rode out my orgasm.

We both panted lightly as I soon came to a stop, the sound of wet breath and stuttered pants filling the room.

I smoothly pulled out, earning a small hitch of Nogla's breath as I carefully set his legs down.

I pulled my condom off and tied it up, tossing it in the small bin next to my nightstand.

I glanced back down to Nogla, staring into his dark emerald eyes before quickly leaning forward and capturing his lips in another passionate kiss.

However this one was much different from the previous ones we had. It was chaste and full of emotion, the both of us practically pouring our hearts out into the slow motion of our lips.

I pulled back with a small tug on his bottom lip with my teeth, licking my lips to savour the taste.

"I love ye too." I muttered, finding the adorable smile that spread to his face much too contagious.

"I've been waiting eight years fer ye ta say t'at." He admitted, softly running his hands through my hair. I chuckled at that, humming in pleasure at the feeling of his warm fingers on my scalp.

"I've been waitin' eight years ta hear myself say it as well." I said, reaching my hand up to wipe the trails of tears from his eyes as well as a few of the cum splatters.

He giggled loosely, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me down next to him, nuzzling his face into my neck and sighing happily. I chuckled at the childish actions, holding him close despite the both of us being half naked and him covered in his own cum.

I then frowned, staring at the ceiling in thought.

"Who's Oliver?" I asked, feeling the wave of jealousy hit me just as it had the night Nogla came back with muffins and that cup of coffee.

"Just a friendly guy I met at the coffee shop. I already told ye t'is Bri-...wait, we're ye jealous, thinkin' I was attracted to him?" He asked, quickly catching onto me.

I chuckled bashfully, averting me gaze anywhere else but at him.

"I mean kinda- well, yes. Okay? That's te only reason this while thing got worse. Because ye said he was cute and how nice he was. It made me angry." I sighed, finally finding the courage to look down at him.

I frowned as he laughed at my face, trying my hardest not to kiss him to shut him the fuck up.

"Brian he has a girlfriend, and when I said 'cute', I said that in a way you'd describe a child or a puppy. Ye're te only one I feel both emotionally and physically attracted to, Bri." He reassured me.

A harsh shiver ran down my back, goosebumps spreading across my chest as he said that last sentence.

"Good. Because I'm te only one who's allowed ta touch you and love you like t'is." I said, tilting his chin up to steal his lips.

He returned the gesture, running his thumb over my cheek bone.

"I'm sorry I ignored ya. I just felt sorry fer myself." I apologized, pulling back to do so. Nogla shugged, tapping our noses together before planting a kiss on my chin.

"No need fer all t'at. 'M just glad ye're all ta myself now." He said, drawing a short laugh out of me.

"Does that mean we're a thing now?" I asked, rubbing my fingertips up and down the curves of his body. He visibly shivered at the light touches, looking up at me with sweet, caring eyes.

"If by 'thing' ye mean 'lovers', then yes. I'd like that." He muttered, throwing one of his legs over my waist.

I grinned, moving my hand from his waist to slid up the under side of his leg, moving from the soft fabric of his knee high sock to his thigh, sliding dangerously close to his rear side.

"So...does t'at mean ye're up fer another round? That is a thing that lovers do, right? Love?" I teased flirtatiously, already feeling aroused by the intake of breath he took as I gently groped at his soft skin.

"God, stop sellin' yourself, I already know you're hot as it is." He whined, trailing his hands down my chest as if to show.

I then laughed in surprise as he pushed me down, hopping up to sit on top of my lap.

I bit my lip and groaned, running my hands up his thighs to ground myself as I took in the way he was displaying himself and his beauty for me and my eyes only.

"God you have such a gorgeous body." I growled, running my hand up his waist and up the center of his belly, smearing the cum splatter.

Nogla chuckled at the words, regardless, his face flushing a dark red as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

"Likewise. Now, fuck me harder than ye've ever fucked one of those girls." He demanded, grinding his own heat into mine to show how much he wanted it.

I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes and just enjoying the way his body warmth flooded over mine.

"Oh, you're gonna get it sweetie." I growled, sitting up to pull him into another lip bruising kiss.

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Heh, so this one wasn't supposed to be this long but regardless I like it anyways.

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my upload schedule will be fucked and it'll take longer since I'm still using my neighbors wifi, regardless I'll try to keep posting frequently as possible.

Anyways I hoped you guys liked this one, and I hope ya have a great day and keep comin' back for more!!!

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- Jacky

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Nogla - Nogla, David, Daithi,

Terroriser - Brian

#daithi de nogla #banana bus squad #bbs nogla #nogla #bbs fanart #bbs #bbs crew #bottomnogla #fanart #vanoss crew #bbs terroriser #terrornogla #daithi de terroriser #the gaming terroriser #wattpad #fanfic #smut

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chaosincurate · 2 years ago

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Alvvays defined

This one is gonna be a fun post for me to make. Listening to the monarchs of musical bliss, the indie pop idols, Alvvays, every time, without fail feels like an inherent act of musical artistic appreciation, like I can't help but to think about how great music as an art form is. To make it all the more impressive, the band manage to maintain that high constantly throughout an album, and across albums. I don't tend to buy into the whole "no bad songs" thing because I find it undermines the value of your appreciation if you ignore flaws as opposed to loving something in spite (or even because) of them, but when it comes to Alvvays, I genuinely don't dislike a single song, even really a single moment, they've created. They aren't perfect of course, and we'll get into that a little bit in a second, but I'm convinced they are one of the best indie acts going. Let's get into why.

Alvvays (self-titled)

When I say this album is one-note, you'd be forgiven for thinking I found the album monotonous, boring, and repetitive. You'd be forgiven, but mistaken. This debut album from Alvvays is consistently exciting and establishes a core identity expertly over a concise 33 minute runtime, which also helps ensure that their lack of experimentation isn't felt. Featuring flowery and left-field lyrics (see Adult Diversion), dreamy guitar lines (see Atop a Cake) and the perfectly restrained rhythms to facilitate the euphoria of each and every song, the Alvvays sound was focused and flawlessly executed from day one.

I did mention that Alvvays weren't perfect in the preamble, and while they came out on their first album more or less fully formed, that applies as much to many negatives of theirs as it does to positives, and the clearest negative I've found in their discography is inconsistent album sequencing. I haven't tried, but I get the impression their albums, especially their later two, wouldn't be too badly affected by playing them on shuffle, although each project certainly has its own identity which helps them feel cohesive.

Even with that negative though, the sheer quality of these songs make it fantastic, especially considering it's a debut. Not many acts are immediately gifted enough to get me whipped up in the pure joy of music like songs such as Archie, Marry Me, Party Police, Atop a Cake, and Red Planet do.

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Antisocialites

What do you get if you take the exceptional qualities of the last album, and add some refinement and slight experimentation, along with punchier production? A 10/10 album called Antisocialites, apparently. You hear it all right off the bat too, with In Undertow introducing you to the album with a washed out distorted guitar that feels like the aural version of a low wave on the beach immersing your feet. That blissful, "life is great", picturesque holiday feeling pervades this album entirely. You cannot love music, hear this album and not feel joy. It's just impossible, and I will not be convinced otherwise. Alvvays had me by the balls from the first note of the album and took the opportunity to give me a (barely metaphorical) orgasm.

I must admit, I struggle to be at all analytical about this album, as you may have noticed, simply because this capacity to induce joy and awe almost evades analysis. I can tell you it's indie pop. I can tell you it's brilliant and one-of-a-kind, but I just cannot tell you why beyond what I have here. It all just either seems so perfect but so obvious, or just completely indescribable.

Again, I don't like to say that something is without flaws, I don't like sounding so uncritically adoring, but every song on here (except one that I will get to) is noteworthy and awe-inspiring to me. The perfect energy of Plimsoll Punks and Your Type, the girl-group charm of Not My Baby, the dynamism of Hey... I could easily go on, but I'll spare you any further pious rambling, and leave it at the promise that every song is incredible in its own unique way that branches naturally from the sound established on the band's debut.

The one criticism I have that I hinted at earlier, was that the sequencing was a little awkward again, particularly in that Already Gone, a song that is well below the album's par for me (although still great in a vacuum because of course it is, Alvvays are almost annoyingly good at this whole music thing), felt forced in between Lollipop (Ode to Jim) and Saved by a Waif. I'm glad it's a song that has seen the light of day, and I think there's definitely a version of this album with that song on it that feels more natural, perhaps having it by the slightly slow Dreams Tonite as opposed to being sandwiched between very high energy, happy songs, but it just doesn't work here in my opinion.

Anyway, that's about enough fawning for a [blank] defined post, so overall thoughts: Alvvays' middlebrow status-quo rituals more than sufficed here and if you like indie pop or any surrounding genres and don't listen to it, you're stinky and I don't respect you until you do. Do it. It's good, you'll like it. Look, I'll even link it for you:

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Blue Rev

And after a quick 5-year non-hiatus- induced break filled with drama, personal and global (Donald Trump's presidential era gets strictly no Alvvays, which I respect), the frankly too talented Alvvays returned with their most diverse album yet, starting with a slightly garage-leaning rendition of their sound with Pharmacist and Easy On Your Own? before getting back to their old sound, and their best version of it yet, at that, with After the Earthquake (obligatory mention that the final "are you awake now?" that Molly Rankin belts out is eargasmic), which makes for an incredible introduction to the album, telling you to expect a lot of variety, but in a way that is true to their already established identity.

Then they try their hand at being a The Smiths cover band without getting into legal trouble with Pressed, and they mimic their indie royalty predecessors with an apparent ease that is mind-boggling and follow it up with the sincerely sweet Many Mirrors which, thematically, appears to act as a reprieve from the stories of romantic hardship to tell a, presumably, more reality-founded story of a situation that is as effortless as it was at the onset of their feelings.

Then there's a sharp left-turn towards the delightful Voidz-esque Very Online Guy that just confirms that the band are having as much fun as you are, as the band takes the soundscape of the early internet to inspire the instrumentation on the track about a guy who is, get this, very online. It goes over cyber stalking, constant opinions, and similarly modern stressors with a sense of humour that makes it go down so easy.

Then Velveteen (yes we're going more or less track-by-track, this album is chaotic in the best way) serves as the payoff to mentions of "velvet" found in other songs on the album, giving those mentions an added level of meaning retroactively before flowing perfectly (credit where it's due) to the similarly mellow, and distinctly melancholic Tile By Tile and then reminds you what band you're listening to by taking the foot off the brakes with the ball of tired altruist energy of Pomeranian Spinster, my personal favourite Alvvays track that doesn't even get enough love amongst Alvvays fans from what I've seen. It's a typical length, 3 and a half minute song that is so incredibly fun and charismatic it feels like half that at least.

From there, you're given a little bit of a break with the Belinda Carlisle-approved Belinda Says which is a beautiful anthem about just making it work. Being dealt a shitty hand but going all in anyway and figuring it out as you go.

From there, the album mostly just continues to wind-down, which is far from a flaw. In fact I think it was necessary. Constantly high energy isn't as easy to pull off over 30 minutes as it is over 40 and taking that extra few moments to just bring you back down to reality pays dividends for an album that gives you transcendent moments like they have an overabundance of them, which I imagine isn't actually far from the truth.

All that positive stuff being said, the album does have it's flaws. Personally, Fourth Figure strikes me as tonally redundant, and while the sequencing is more or less on point here, the album does still feel a little too messy to match or surpass the quality of Antisocialites, even if it does provide it's own charm.

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Playlist

Frankly, I'd recommend just listening to the albums, in chronological order even, but for those who, for whatever reason, would prefer a playlist of some of their best, most representative stuff (at least in my humble opinion), that can be found below. I hope it helps you in some way!

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#chaosincurate #alvvays #indie pop #indie music #indie rock #alternative #alt pop #music essay #music recommendation #music #music reccs #Spotify

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icebrooding · 2 years ago

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Music Game ♪

Tagged by @elder-dragon! y u do this to me

RULES: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

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1. Like a Weed, Naturally, as a Matter of Course - Daisuke Ishiwatari, NAOKI

"It's not evil or sacred, it's just life" / "Oh he flies, to be the wings of the flightless" / "He never wanted a special day, she just wants to be there"

2. ケッペキショウ (Keppekishou) (Clean Freak) - scop

"Look, for everyone to be happy is expecting too much" / “Wait. Don’t push yourself.” There’s no one who’d say that- / "In this world filled with egoism, even taking a breath is difficult."

3. Raise your Flag - MAN WITH A MISSION

"We can struggle and muzzle the world before it fades away" / "Keep struggling, collapsing and losing your spirits, Then crawl on up and just keep running!" / "So just raise your flag, no matter how many times you feel crushed and lose your way!"

4. The Roar of the Spark - Daisuke Ishiwatari, NAOKI

"Under the sacred briars, never stop, just go" / "Dive the deep blue sea, it is hard to breathe. The light goes out again" / "Under the lonely moon, in an influx of words, this road shines with my colours"

5. 86 - Dasu

"The end of this world is full of lies and promises that haven't even been given a chance" / "If my grudge to the heavens can be heard, I hope I'd be given a chance" / "It won't be fun if the darkness played fair."

6. 威風堂々 (Ifuudoudou) (Pomp and Circumstance) - UMETORA

"As for the rules of this meaningless world, it's pointless to describe them" / "Live LIFE as you please, making it your own depends on you" / "In this world there's nothing else, the only certain thing is yourself"

7. 愛と憎しみのSAGA (Ai to nikushimi no SAGA) (SAGA of Love and Hatred) - Tetsuei Sumiya

"For love always, love always... comes with the burden of hatred!" / "If I walk to avoid the light, I'll find myself in solitary darkness." / "Ah, everything in this world is in love. In love for love's sake alone!"

8. 妖しく Get your heart (Ayashiku Get your heart) - 5 to HEAVEN

"If this heart had no bounds, I'd fall in love with you, and take you away in a heartbeat." / "I pledge my love to you, bewitchingly, tenderly and beautifully. And for the price, your fluttering heart" / "Your soft gestures and casual affection are a flower that bloomed on dry land."

9. QUEEN - Janne Da Arc

"At the end of your sweet words, I saw your cold smile." / "Tonight for sure I'll turn my fangs on your whims, but I'm sure I'll just end up wagging my tail and go along with it" / "But I'm spurned on by desire, in our twisted love"

10. Fear Not This Night (2018) -Maclaine Diemer

"Darkness spreads throughout the land, and your weary eyes open silently." / "Though shadows fall, still the stars find their way." / "Who needs the light?"

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In true poetic fashion, after I complained that I was getting too many edgy or depressing songs when I have a lot of cute and peppy songs in my playlists too, it finished off by giving me the grim version of a much more positive and hopeful song. Go figures, huh??

Also since 7 and 8 were both somehow from Fairy Ranmaru, it means I am obligated to shill for it. Go watch!

AND because I am very shy, I'm going to arbitrarily tag anyone who even glances upon this post.

#text #not gw2 #where did all my cutesy happy music go smh

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anotherghoul666 · 2 years ago

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Well, you knew this was coming, right, my dear? Sage, ivy and papyrus <3

Of course darling, but that doesn't make any less special to have you in my inbox ❤️

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is? Oh music, 100%. I am a very audotiry-seeking person, I tend to need an audio component to make the deepest emotional connections to things, and I love to feel the emotions in a physical way through my body. While other mediums like writing etc. can instill emotion in me, it's a detached experience. I can rationalize and internalize the written word but I'm not gonna feel it in my actual body much. Music, I feel inside my body, with the goosebumps, the vibrations of the sound, the ways it compells me to move and stim. My body is made to move in rythm, but reading is a static, often sat, experience. Plus there's live shows which can feel like literally being pummeled, emptied out, scooped out with your innards replaced by the sonic vibrations. Music for me is an experience that involved all of my senses, so it's more easily connected with my nervous system and and brain. There's something distinct about the physical experience of music, like, lyrics do it for me, but poetry does nothing to me at all, and that's cause I couldn't hear the poem necessarily and have it paired with specific tones and chords and modes to support or contrast the words. Audio's my main priprity when it comes to having an emotional response to anything.

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired? Now that's a question to ask an autistic person XD My tells are clear, direct communication. Ask and I'll tell you, type of vibe. I let people know. I'm sure I have instinctive, subconscious shifts in my tone of voice, pattern of speech, microexpressions, stance, aura and what I give off in general when my mood changes. My problem with those tells is, very often people misconstrude my "tells" and assume I feel a certain way when I don't. Reading tells implies a big amount of projection and inferring things that unfortunately people don't always seek to confirm. So to me, in my experience, my tells are missread constantly. People think I'm mad so often when I'm nowhere near that state, for instance. I dunno what I'm doing to look mad all the time but I guess I have that "tell" going on loads more often than I feel that emotion. Tells are unreliable. Someone can tell what mood I'm in by asking directly! Ain't that the most autistic answer I could have given to this question hahahahha, fuck xD

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with? The audio rip of this chillstep mix by Chillout Deer on youtube:

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Apparently the first track on this mix is called Sleeping Forest by artist Wayr. I associate this a trip me and my mom took in the summer of 2018. There's a sort of spa retreat / nature retreat place my mom's been going to for decades. She used to go with her sister before she left, with her mom before she passed away, with her best friends before they drifted apart; she'd drag my dad even if it isn't his thing too much and he'd humor her and they'd have a lovely time. I went 3 times with her so far. This place is my mom's safe haven. In 2018 we'd planned to take the trip together for her birthday. It's about a 4 hour drive from us, my mom doesn't drive much and is scared to because she has a medical condition that greatly diminished her sensitivity in her feet so she has a hard time feeling the pedals the correct way. One of the things I did to help calm her during the drive was play those chillstep mixes. She loved them and they really helped. We had our windows down and we vibed, driving deeper and deeper in nature near the water on the shoreside. Both drives went perfectly. We also listened to those mixes in our room before and after our spa treatments when we'd get back together after. We played chillstep while doing diamong painting, while talking about our values, while trying to decide which spa treatment to go to next. That was the year we had our shetland sheepdog puppy that got a neurological condition days after the trip and we had to euthanize her. The last pictures of her we have are on the balcony of our little shoreside cabin over there. That was the year me and my life partner got together, and these few days were the longest amount we'd spent apart since we began our life together. We texted and sent pictures back and forth and I was trying to live in the moment with my mom and take in every minute of this trip while also dealing with my cells yearning for my partner. That was the year we had the best food we ate at that retreat, my mom and I sharing our menues and for once I didn't have an allergic reaction to anything, so the trip was safe health-wise for me. That was the year me and my mom made up the silliest game of trying every chair / surface to sit on in the entire property, taking pictures and ranking them, finding out best chair XD That was the year we got followed by a dog? wolf? wild canine during a walk in the woods for legit an hour, getting trailed by this animal which was terrifying and awe-inspiring at the same time. That was the last time me and my mom went to the retreat, cause my life with my partner and work and personal life took over. I should organize another one of those trips soon. Lots of good and bittersweet memories in that music.

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totally-correct-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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musical ramblings #4

okay look i know i said i was doin' the brains but then shuffle put this on and i was like "oh." so !!

surface pressure ; jessica darrow (encanto)

i'll never shut up about the fact that these barely-20-somethings have what feels like the weight of the world on their shoulders-- or, in the case of clock-la, they might have genuinely had the weight of the world on their shoulders.

i will also never shut up about the cooper legacy and how much weight it puts on their shoulders independent of the whole fighting for their lives thing.

again, in-depth analysis/breakdown under the cut <3 this one's a little on the longer side, i think. and the choruses get typed out every time bc i didn't want to cut around them bc of the "give it to your sister" segments. so yeah.

this is also mostly murray & sly, but theres a fair amount of bentley in there too :3

i feel like this one is a lot of me taking canon and running with it but i am a very fast runner so i think it's okay. but um i hope it's okay if this one's a little more headcanon-y. i've tried to make clear what was My Brain and what was Actual Stuff thus far but i have many emotions about this song and i need to explain their complicated self-image ok. hopefully that's okay

also this might be LESS comprehensible than the last one but probably not less comprehensible than my little reason why. braincell is ping ponging around within me skull

update from midway through, this is very sly 2 focused i think. oops but like not really fdhsjkafhd

"I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous / I'm as tough as the crust of the Earth is"

yeah that's just murray in a nutshell. well post-sly 1 at least. just know that "i'm not nervous" is said in the absolute most nervous way possible, because murray absolutely is.

"I move mountains, I move churches / And I glow 'cause I know what my worth is"

the beginning of this song is very murray lol. he seems to be the one most confident in his strength & skills during 2 & 3, esp. during 2. but he is also the one to reassure bentley that they're equals during 3 which isn't entirely related but it does show that he does indeed know his worth. <3

"I don't ask how hard the work is / Got a rough, indestructible surface / Diamonds and platinum, I find 'em, I flatten 'em / I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanded, but"

more murraycore lol. i think this is pretty self-explanatory

(fun fact: murray has the most health of the cooper brothers, meaning comparatively to, say, bentley, he does in fact have a "rough, indestructible surface" <;3)

"Under the surface / I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus"

okay now we fall out of the surface level "yeah that makes sense". i gotta say using the word Berserk there ... has me thinking of the Murray Tries To Kill You section w/ the agitators. to be FAIR i'm pretty sure tightrope walkers Don't Do That. but i've also never been to the circus, so.

anyway ! i feel like he's also the like. the Silliest, y'know? the naive one that's usually getting made fun of, i think. and he presents the most, he's not built for subtlety; he's very visible. which is also part of why this line is He. he probably feels like he's a circus act to be watched and laughed at, y'know?

"Under the surface / Was Hercules ever like 'yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus'?"

note the missing green bc i feel like bentley feels much less Forced into his role. he likes being the smart guy !

now, that's not to say that murray and sly don't like their roles, because of course they do! but being the strong one was, as we see, not murray's first choice. and being the strong one means you do all the heavy lifting, and while murray likes that most of the time... i'm sure there are times where he'd rather have stayed just the getaway driver.

and then there's sly, who loves the whole thief thing and loves his role and wouldn't trade it for the world, but... he got shoved into this whole thing too, y'know? he loves being a thief, but i'm sure he would love it more if it had been his choice, if anybody had asked him before it was suddenly his everything.

"Under the surface / I'm pretty sure I'm worthless, if I can't be of service"

yet another cotton candy line. look i can go SO in-depth about sly and his self-esteem issues esp. during sly 3. there's an interaction during a cold alliance that is pretty much the entire formation for this head of canon ("Sure you won't need my help on the inside?" "I'm afraid this is a problem only technology can solve." "...Right. Well, have fun with your, uh, technology." "Don't wait up- this could go all night!")

and then there's murray, who thinks he's not "of service" and leaves because he doesn't want to hinder the team any more than he thinks he already does (see the sly 2.5 comic.) he doesn't just think he's worthless if he's not doing something, he thinks he's worse than that; if he's not helping, he's a hinderance. hell i'm pretty sure he thinks he's a hinderance even when he IS helping sometimes. (see: him blaming himself for the clock-la incident.)

"A flaw or a crack / The straw in the stack / That breaks the camel's back / What breaks the camel's back? It's- / Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, woah / Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, woah"

admittedly this is mostly just vibes. but also they need a nap and a hug. i'm pretty sure that by the end of sly 3 and all the fighting and the tensities and the bigger team that they're all about 3 seconds away from snapping.

"Give it to your sister, your sister's older / Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder"

yet another gender swap but again for the sake of lyrical clarity i'm not changing the pronouns. just Know that pretty much every she is actually a he. that's a good life motto in general actually /j

this is mostly just bc i am an oldest bentley truther lol. but also i think he does wind up with a lot of "heavy things [they] can't shoulder" because as the planner i think that's just how that goes. he knows his brothers' skillsets! if something needs done that the two of them can't do, it's bentley's job. (see: demolitions, rc, etc.)

"Who am I, if I can't run with the ball / If I fall to... / Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, woah"

okay this was originally combined with the next one but i needed a place to talk about sly and the generational trauma. like sly's entire LIFE is built around being a thief (hence the "who am i if i can't run with the ball"- if sly cooper isn't a master thief, who even is he?) and living up to his family's legacy, hence the pressure. and no matter what he does, he can't escape it (it won't let go, wink wink.)

now because sly 4 simply isn't real this'll probably be the only time i mention it in this breakdown but even when he isn't a thief he still can't escape the Cooper burden, and his whole bloodline is once more put into peril because of something he had nothing to do with.

...i think. i'm only like 1/4 of the way into sly 4 but i'm pretty sure it's the classic steven universe style my parent(s) did something to you but now they're dead so you're determined to take it out on me bc i'm their kid thing.

"Pressure like a tick, tick, tick, 'til it's ready to blow, woah / Give it to your sister, your sister's stronger / See if she can hang on a little longer / Who am I, if I can't carry it all? / If I falter..."

murray honey your self-esteem issues are showing again. this is more of that "if i'm not helping i'm hurting" mentality that he seems to have. and also more Strong One shenanigans !

also the "tick tick tick 'til it's ready to blow" is very the murray very much so has Some Rage Within There. most notable example of this is Opera of Fear when octavio pisses him off by harassing bentley and he beats the shit out of the poor opera lion man.

i'm realizing the way him and sly view themselves are very similar lol. however i think murray finds some peace in training with the guru and is able to fall back from this mindset a bit. but that's not related.

again, more Strong One. he's big and tough and therefore he should be the one handling these things. he's the Strong One and therefore he is handling these things and he is handling them fine, he says, like a liar. he is Not Fine.

"Under the surface / I hide my nerves, and it worsens / I worry something is gonna hurt us / Under the surface / The ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is"

bentley is very Worried in General, as we know. "hide [his] nerves" probably comes into play bc he's their voice of reason, and if the voice of reason is panicking then everything is terrible and they're all gonna die. HOWEVER if he's not panicking then he might accidentally make sly and murray think they're in less danger than they are (leading to them being a little more careless and only worsening his nerves.)

OKAYOKAYOKAY "the ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is" gives me very much so vibes of the one Ro.tTM.NT episode with the poison pizza puffs and the younger three are constantly like "rap.h'll bail us out :]" and rap.h is like "NO."

i think sly and murray do that to bentley a lot, esp. post jailbreak. it doesn't matter what kind of trouble they get into because bentley can bust them out ! which is why the metaphorical ship isn't swerving. it's kind of sweet the amount of trust they have for bentley however bentley would like to humbly request they stop showing him they trust him by throwing themselves into danger!

"Under the surface / I think about my purpose, can I somehow preserve this? / Line up the dominoes, a light wind blows / You try to stop it toppling but on and on it goes"

and the return of the cotton candy self-esteem issues again and still pretty much for the same reason. though i admit this line is mostly murraycore, hence why it's so much more pink than blue <3

murray's 'purpose' is to be the strong one, sly's is to be a thief. again they both think that they're "worthless if [they] can't be of service" but sly is a little different in the fact that his purpose rlly isn't going anywhere.

meanwhile murray after the clock-la incident is pretty sure he has lost his purpose! he thinks he failed at being the Strong One ("can i somehow preserve this?") and that dominoes (wink) into him spiraling over every tiny mistake he makes (as we see during the aforementioned sly 2.5 comic where he blames himself for every little thing) but all that really does is make him clam up and mess up more which. "you try to stop it toppling but on and on it goes," y'know?

"But wait, if I could shake / The crushing weight of expectations / Would that free some room up for joy? / Or simple pleasures"

sly is atlas and the cooper name is his globe, y'know?

"Instead we measure, this growing pressure / Keeps growing, keep going / 'Cause all we know is / Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, woah / Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, woah"

again with the very sly 2 vibe i think. the whole Growing Pressure just reads as them learning about the klaww gang and their spice schemes and neyla and suddenly this isn't just about destroying the clockwerk parts it's about saving paris and i doubt neyla would have stopped with just paris and i'm sure the cooper brothers know that too

these colors are out of order (usually it would be green -> pink -> blue) because i wanted sly to have the "all we know is" ... despite the fact that it really matches all of them. they've never lived any other way, sly especially.

"Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt and / See if she can handle every family burden / Watch as she buckles and bends, but never breaks / No mistakes, just"

again w the family thing like i said i will never shut up about it. 'cause sly's been dealing with the consequences of his family's (specifically his father's) actions this whole time and he's been succeeding, he destroyed clockwerk, he destroyed clock-la, he defeated dr. m, but he's still floundering under the pressure of living under legends.

even when he's Literally About to Die bc his dad didn't believe in minimum wage he's worried about how he compares to the Coopers before him ("Would he be proud? Or ashamed?") like bb harbor some resentment in there for the hell you've been put through.

"Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, woah / Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, woah"

debated switching sly and murray's lines for this ending segment but i think this works the best. again with the Rage That Will Explode and also his inescapable hell of being The Strong One.

"Give it to your sister and never wonder / If the same pressure would have pulled you under"

this is both about bentley being the jack of all trades when he needs to be and about him keeping the other two out of trouble. he's certain the other two would be 'pulled under' by the stress of more things to do, and he's certain they would be 'pulled under' and kept under if he wasn't there to bail them out.

"Who am I, if I don't have what it takes?"

guess what .. it's the generational trauma again <3 more about sly and his need to live up to his family line because as the line says who is he if he doesn't have what it takes!

"No cracks, no breaks / No mistakes, no pressure"

bentley's determined to not crack under the pressure because of his brothers, both to keep them out of trouble and to bail them out of the troubles they get into anyway. murray's determined to not break because he's The Strong One, and if he's not, then he's certain he'll be some kind of hinderance. and sly's determined to not make any mistakes so he can earn his cooper name and make his father proud.

this will definitely not wind up causing at least 3 breakdowns. (sarcasm)

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