#and my attention starts picking up on the lyrics and I'm like 'Please I want silence I can't focus'

[lynnieverse]

i'm going to fall madly in love with you // jegulus

oneshot

muggle soulmates au where your soulmate's first words appear as a tattoo on your body

regulus black x james potter

synopsis: James Potter never thought he’d meet his soulmate, let alone his best friend’s little brother.

a/n: this is different from my rafe fics but I thought i'd share my first love when it comes to fanfiction! writing for the marauders is one of my favorite things ever so hope you enjoy!

“Remus, have you got the noodles? I need them to float!” Sirius’ voice rang throughout the Potter’s house. James snickered, but covered it with his hand, earning him a glare from his long haired friend. “This is serious, Prongs. I don’t know how to swim and I don’t fancy dying!” 

“Yes, dear, I have your noodles. Can we please be off now?” Remus whined as he came down the stairs holding three noodles and a cooler in his arms. Peter was running around, throwing item after item into a large tote bag. His face was starting to redden when James placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. 

“Wormy, what in the hell are you doing?” 

“I have to pack all the sunscreen, I burn easily! You can look like a lobster all you want, James Potter, but I will not!” James threw his hands up in surrender before slouching back in his spot on the sofa. The boys were taking this beach trip a bit too serious, he thought. 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Reg is going to be joining us,” Sirius said, earning a groan from Peter and a raised eyebrow from Moony. Sirius sighed and gripped the towel around his neck. “He needs to get out of that house.”

“We’ve never even spoken to the tosser!” James shouted. He thought today was just going to be him and the other marauders, until Remus went and invited Lily, who then had to invite Mary, who in turn invited Marlene and Dorcas. Now it was a whole ordeal that James hadn’t planned for. He was hoping to attract some attention from other tourists and maybe his words would appear. 

Sirius and Remus’ already had theirs, when they met on the bus to school it just appeared on each of their wrists. It was the same for Dorcas and Marlene. James had held out hope for Lily, but no words ever appeared and he gave up hope. Now his days consisted of talking to strangers on the street for no reason, but to no avail. Now, his plan was ruined. 

“Well, you’ll meet him today!” Sirius chirped. James scowled but decided to let it go. Sirius wasn’t often in a good mood about his brother, Regulus, and it was best to let them spend time together before it all blew up again. 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun Prongs, lighten up,” Remus said. Oh, he’d lighten up alright. 

“Let’s just go,” James told them, picking up a few beach chairs and towels, then walking out the front door. His three best friends followed after him, one by one putting all of their things in the back of his blue Ford Bronco. James slid into the driver’s seat and twisted the key in the ignition, letting the car roar to life. “Everybody in?” He asked, adjusting the rear view mirror and replacing his glasses with his new sunglasses. A chorus of affirmations sounded from the rest of the cabin, so he stepped on the gas and pulled out of his driveway. Peter, in the passenger seat, started flipping through radio stations when ABBA started blasting through the speakers. 

“I love this song!” Sirius screeched, tugging on Remus’ arm and using his finger as a microphone. 

“You love every song,” Remus deadpanned. Sirius ignored him and started to scream the lyrics.

“YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN, YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEN!” Peter covered his ears but started laughing, and James cracked a smile. He started to hum along as the wind blew his hair into an even bigger mess than usual. 

“YOU CAN DANCE!” Sirius pointed at James.

“You can Ji-ive!” James sang off key with him. 

“HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!”

“Ooh,” Peter chimed in quietly. Remus sat in silence, pretending to hate every second of their impromptu concert. Sirius was poking his face, and still using his finger as a microphone.

“Come on, Moony!” James yelled. Remus glared at him for a second before bursting out into song.

“You’re a teaser, you turn ‘em on..” He looks seductively at Sirius, who’s mouth fell open and cheeks heated up instantly. “Leave ‘em burning and then you’re…gone!” Remus pretends to swoon and starts dragging peace signs in front of his eyes. James tries to pay attention to the road, but can’t stop giggling at how ridiculous Remus looks. Peter is completely turned around in his seat and singing the lyrics with him. 

When that song finishes, another follows, making the car erupt in cheers. 

“It’s our song!” Sirius shouts, clapping his hands together wildly. 

“Why don’t you start us off, Moony,” Peter laughs. 

“Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five,” Remus sang angelically. Remus had always been the better singer out of the four boys, and they were all jealous because of it. He continued on throughout the first verse and motioned for everyone to join in during the chorus. 

“All!” They sang, “All the young dudes…carry the news. Boogaloo dudes, carry the news!” Their voices carried them all the way to the beach, where James spotted the girls and parked sloppily beside them. 

“Lily!” Remus screamed. 

“Remus!” The redhead shouted back, running towards his tall frame and jumping, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him. She gave him a big smooch on the cheek and Remus grinned ear to ear. 

“Alright, alright! That’s my soulmate you’re kissing, woman!” Sirius barked. 

“Honestly, Sirius! You’re so territorial,” Lily said as she slid down and off Remus’ body. 

“Like a dog!” Dorcas shouted with a snort. Sirius scowled at both of them and crossed his arms. 

“If I’m a dog, Moony’s a bloody wolf! The way he acts about me and James, you’d think his eyes were green.” Remus rolled his eyes but shot James a look as if to say, ‘Don’t you dare do something, James Potter’. James shrugged and smiled innocently at him, because there was nothing more fun than getting on Moony's nerves. 

“Okay, enough bickering! I want to see my boys!” Lily said, coming to hug James first then Peter. 

“Me too!” Mary shouted, hopping out of Lily’s green Volkswagen van. She ran towards them, her long braids whipping behind her. James smiled and held out his arms, welcoming her embrace. It had been too long since they’d been together. Almost half the summer to be exact. 

“Hope you’ve been staying out of trouble,” she whispered in his ear. 

“About as much as you have I s’pose.” Mary shoved his shoulder and went to say hello to Peter as James made his way over to Dorcas and Marlene. 

“How’ve you two been?” He asked. Remus and Sirius were helping Lily take some of their things down to the shoreline, so he had a minute alone with the couple. He couldn’t help but stare at their soulmate tattoos, so obvious on each other’s shoulder. Dorcas seemed to notice.

“We’ve been good James, but don’t worry! You’ll find your soulmate soon, I can feel it.” He nodded stiffly and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Dory,” Marlene patted his shoulder and gave him a sad smile. 

“Some of us were fortunate enough to meet ours in primary school, but sometimes it takes time. You know they’re out there, and you’re doing everything you can, so don’t worry. It will happen as it should.” 

“You sound like Trelawney,” James snickered, referencing their drama professor. 

“Don’t insult me like that!” Marlene flicked his forehead and made him pout. James stuck his tongue out at her while Dorcas laughed at the both of them. 

“Alright, I think we should probably help them,” Dorcas said. When they turned, the only thing left was the umbrella and Peter’s tote bag. 

“Well, I guess I’ll get the umbrella!” James walked over and bent down to pick it up. When he righted himself he noticed a man walking down the path to get to the beach. Scratch that, James saw a gorgeous man walking down the path to the beach. 

James gaped at his lean muscles and dark hair, only barely catching himself before the stranger turned around and gave him a strange look. James blushed profusely but pretended he didn’t notice, instead making sure the girls were alright and had everything they needed. When the trio was ready to head down, the man was gone. James breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at how ridiculous he was being.

“There they are!” Marlene shouted, pointing at their group down by the water. 

“Who’s that with them?” Dorcas asked. James could have dropped everything right then, because right next to Sirius was the beautiful stranger. His face paled, but he managed to walk the rest of the way. 

“There you are! We thought you’d died!” Mary said, throwing her hands up and letting them fall to her sides. 

“No, no death here. Just a little chat, that’s all.” 

“Whatever you say, Dory,” Sirius smiled. Dorcas gave James a knowing look, to which he ignored. He still couldn’t stop glancing at the stranger. Everyone seemed to be doing the same thing until Sirius caught up and interrupted the silence. 

“Oh, right! Everyone this is my brother Reggie,” Reggie elbowed Sirius with a scowl, “er, Regulus. My brother, Regulus.” James’ eyes widened. Beautiful stranger was Sirius’ brother?! Well shit. 

“Nice to meet you Regulus!” Lily shoved her hand in front of her, smiling wide. That girl was too damn chipper, it’s a wonder how they all hadn’t killed her yet. 

“Nice to meet you too,” Regulus’ deep voice vibrated through James’ ears, filling him up like warm milk. He was staring at James now, probably waiting for him to introduce himself, but all he could manage was a slight nod. Regulus looked confused but returned it, then moving his attention to the others. Remus shuffled over and leaned down.

“That was smooth, James, real smooth.” 

“Shut up, Moony! He’s just so…so pretty!” James whisper-shouted.

“How will you know if he’s your soulmate if you never talk to him?” 

“Oh no, no, absolutely not! He can’t be my soulmate!” 

“Why, because he’s a he?” Remus squinted his eyes and leaned in close. James’ face burned and he pinched his friend’s cheek. 

“No, dipshit, because that’s Sirius’ brother, and Sirius is my best friend!” 

“You know he won’t care,” Remus said, rubbing the spot James pinched. 

“Exactly! He won’t care because it’s not going to happen!” Remus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. 

“That’s idiotic, Potter.”

“Well,” James tried to think of a comeback, “you’re idiotic!” Remus shot him an unimpressed look and made his way back over to Sirius. James’ shoulders slumped and he couldn’t believe his luck. 

James grabbed his towel and anchored it down with his flip flops, throwing his glasses, shirt, and wallet down with them. 

“I’m going in!” He yelled back at everyone as he sprinted for the water. They all waved and cheered as he splashed through the cold waves. He smiled cheesily at them before a big wave crashed on top of him and he went under. When he resurfaced Sirius was looking worried while Remus was rubbing his shoulder. James gave them a thumbs up to show, yes, he was okay, before swimming deeper out in the ocean. 

James motioned for everyone to come in and soon enough they all were, with the exception of Remus, Sirius, and Regulus. James kept looking back to shore and swore he caught Regulus staring, but dismissed it because he didn’t have his glasses on and everything was blurry anyway. 

They all played in the water for about thirty minutes before James needed a break; the sun beating down was making him thirsty. He jogged up to their towels but couldn’t seem to locate his own. Damn his shitty vision. 

“Hey, dick-for-brains! Stop getting sand all over my goddamn towel!” That deep, intoxicating voice yelled. Knowing it was Regulus, he felt bad. 

“Sorry, love. I can’t really see where I’m going; I left my glasses with my towel.” Silence engulfed him for a moment before Regulus spoke to him in a much calmer tone. 

“Uh, actually…I’m sorry. Totally my fault! You said you couldn’t see? Like, at all?” Even without his glasses on he could make out the shape of Regulus in front of him and stared in that direction in confusion. 

“No? Not at all, why?”

“Um, no reason. I’ll help you back to your glasses, I have something to apologize for anyway and you probably would like to see…”

James’ blood ran cold. He couldn’t possibly be…no. But Regulus kept rambling as he took James’ arm and he knew, he knew exactly why Regulus needed to apologize. 

“I’m going to kill you!” 

“What?!” Regulus exclaimed in alarm. They hadn’t made it to the towel yet, but in this close proximity he could see Regulus’ face clearly. 

“I’ve got “dick-for-brains” tattooed on me, haven’t I?” Regulus blushed and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. 

“Y-yes. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” James stared into his grey-blue eyes and burst out laughing. Soon enough, Regulus was laughing too, until they were both clutching their sides. Regulus finally slid James’ glasses onto his face and he could really look at him. 

“I’ve barely known you for an hour, but I can tell I’m going to fall madly in love with you,” James whispered, reaching up to caress Regulus’ cheek. Regulus smiled at him and kissed his palm. 

“Well I should hope so, we’re soulmates.” James' breath hitched and he felt like crying. He’d finally found his soulmate, after all this time. 

All of a sudden he was tackled to the ground and pinned down. 

“Why the hell are you touching my little brother, Prongs?!” Sirius yelled. James stared up in shock at his best friend sitting on top of him, then to Remus who was chuckling behind him. 

“Pads! Look at my chest!” James shouted. Sirius squinted, but looked down and noticed the brand new tattoo across James’ heart. He then gasped loudly and sat back on his heels. He pointed at James, then at Regulus with a hand clasped over his mouth.

“But your–” he looked at Regulus, “and he’s–” he looked at James, “Dick for brains?” James burst out laughing and glanced up at his soulmate. 

“Yeah, I’ve found a real catch, haven’t I Paddy?”

“Oh, shut up arsehole, you deserved it.” Regulus scoffed with a small grin.

“For life?!” James screeched. 

“I think it’s romantic!” Lily chimes in. 

“You would, Lily Evans, you would.” 

“My brother!” Sirius was still flabbergasted, trying to make sense of this new development. Remus picked him up by the armpits and placed him on his own towel.

“While you process this, we want to actually talk to them,” Remus kissed Sirius on the cheek and turned his attention back to the newly found soulmates. 

“I told you so.”

“Shut up, Moony!” James punched his friend’s shoulder. 

“Oh my gosh, I can be your surrogate! I’ll throw the gender reveal party and everything!” Lily squealed. 

“That’s a little soon don’t you think?” 

“Never! I’ll get everyone else to help, except for Peter, you know he can’t keep a secret.” Lily poked Peter’s cheek and he let out a huff. James could see Regulus was becoming a bit uncomfortable, so he whistled everyone to attention.

“Alright! That’s enough, let’s go back to swimming now!” Regulus shot him a grateful smile but it faltered when James tried to pull him along with everyone else. 

“I’m not a great swimmer, can we just stay here?”

“Sure, love,” James replied with a soft smile, “whatever you want.”

[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. ADHD as a roleplayer and ✨ creative ✨ person is just having 3 different drafts open at the same time, all varying in progression length, 2 other windows open (youtube and a reference), and a slew of stray papers scattered on the desk you intended to use for doodles but are still blank, and still coming up with new things to do even though you haven't done the first few things you started.

You finished 2 replies like 2 and a half hours ago and have posted nothing else.

[eggonthemoon]

Alien Stage Round 6 Character Analysis and Lyrics Breakdown

Okay so obviously spoilers, don't click Keep Reading if you haven't watched Round 6.

God fuck it's so fucking beautiful, where do I start?

I don't even know what is going on with those rapid shots of what I assume is some form of experiment that Till was involved in. I have no clue what the goal was or if it succeeded but somehow (for no real reason other than that one image of Luka standing behind Till ominously) I feel that Luka is involved with it.

Was this an attempt by Heperu's (Luka's guardian) rival to make a human capable of going up against Luka? Till being the youngest and Luka being the oldest also means that Till's guardian could have caught on to what Heperu was planning to do with Luka and then start experimenting on humans shortly after and it would still somewhat line up with the timeline.

But I'm getting into conspiracy territory, back to suffering!!

Allow me, to the tips of your fingers

Allow me, to the ends of your feet

Dissolve me in your gaze

I don't want to let you go

Oh this hurts. Seeing him look so defeated and exhausted, you can tell that even though to the public it's not certain whether Mizi died or not it doesn't matter to him. Because she's still gone away from his world, where he is unable to reach her. He wants to dissolve and die but he also doesn't want to let her go if there is even a sliver of hope that she lives.

Please, leave me scars

Please, hurt me so that

Not a single drop of me remains

Let me drown in you

The footage that plays to these lyrics really show how defeated he is. He refuses to sing, his passion for the art completely dead and buried. And (his guardian I assume) when someone shoves the fact that Mizi is gone in his face he lashes out and punches one of the aliens near him.

Until these falling stars

Are buried in the blur of time

However his heart isn't entirely in it and is quickly apprehended.

He is beyond exhausted and doesn't even protest or put up a fight while (the same alien he punched btw) another alien runs their fingers through his hair.

On your icy lips

Read my soul

Yes, my soul

He hopes that even if Mizi is dead that her spirit watches over him, seeing his soul and by extension, Him, for all that he is. Every thought and breath until he falls asleep is for Mizi.

But didn't we already know this is how he'd be like? Time for something juicier~

Even if your cold words

Carve scars beneath my eyes

May they linger on your tongue

You can break me apart

God this is heart shattering. Even if Till doesn't care for him, even if Till throws hurtful words his way, Ivan will still lie awake at night, cherishing what sliver of attention he is given. It doesn't matter if Till hates him, because as long as he is on Till's mind Ivan is happy. He is entirely in Till's hands, capable of being build up or torn down depending on how much (or how little) he is perceived by him.

Notice my pain

And mend me right now

To quiet my fears

I'll drown in you

He wants so deeply to be seen by Till, noticed. Till who doesn't let anything hold him down and always picks himself back up became a pillar of hope and strength to Ivan. It didn't matter how or in what context he gets to be seen, so he went out of his way to provoke him just to get Till to look at him even for a moment.

This was mentioned a while back on VIVINOS Patreon but the entire incident where Mizi and Till got attacked by that hound monster was orchestrated by him. I feel like there is two possible reasons for this depending on when in the timeline this takes place.

Either he wanted to test Till's resolve in hopes of being proven wrong about his courage (after all your hopes can't be dashed on the rocks, if you never had hopes to begin with) only for his obsession to end up growing even stronger than before.

Or he tried to let Till get roughed up enough that he'd be transferred (solitary confinement? emergency room?) somewhere else away from the others at Anakt, so they could escape together.

But we all know how that turned out.

Either way what Ivan wants isn't freedom, he's long since given up on that. There's no point in his freedom if the person that inspired him to yearn for it isn't by his side. He needs Till there, his very presence to reassure him that no matter what Till won't falter. But he failed to take account of the one thing that weakens Till's resolve.

Mizi.

Mizi is to Till what Till is to Ivan. And so without Mizi in his world Till crumbles. Since Till will only go where Mizi is and Mizi already gave away her heart to someone else, it's impossible for Ivan to be free while keeping Till in his world.

And so he follows him, resigning himself to a life without freedom.

Sick of these nights to come

To be engulfed in silence

But the distance between them is killing him, and each and every day they come closer to their inevitable doom.

It doesn't matter if they believe the lie the aliens told them, that if they die singing they will be blessed. Because what is the point in that? How can going somewhere far away from the people they love be a blessing?

In your gaze where I am seen

Consume me

Yes, me

His desires mirror Till's. He wants his soul to be seen by him, recognized for his undying love for him. He wants Till to see that he can give him all that Till yearns for in Mizi and more.

To this everlasting melody

Face to face we dance

And yet Till still refuses to look Ivan in the eyes.

Things get a little unclear but since they aren't shown singing here and there's no flashback to accompany the lyrics, we can assume that at this moment Till most likely gave up on singing.

With our story

Lost in forever's embrace

I'm not sure if Ivan intended this from the start or if it's a decision he made then and there but one thing is certain. If Till stops singing then that would mean he forfeits, he'll lose. Till has never once given up. Even when he went back for Mizi that night, he never intended to leave her in the first place. But now without her he crumbles.

And Ivan can't let that happen, not like this.

Moral grey area aside, this scene is so deeply moving to me

And I don't say that in a romantic context, absolutely not. This is something much deeper than just love. This is the culmination of everything they've been through, all those moments lead up to this.

Because this isn't a kiss.

This is Ivan throwing his life away for Till.

Till was going to loose, the only thing that could overturn that is if his opponent attacks him. The kiss was to distract Till and keep him from catching up to what Ivan was planning.

Just look at the contrast between their first and second kiss. As soon as the score board shows Till is in the lead, he gives him a gentle peck on the lips. The contrast is stark and full of meaning. This was the genuine kiss, hidden behind a smokescreen of aggressive bravado created from the previous one.

And it worked. Till was completely convinced that Ivan's intentions was to kill him, and he was fully intent on letting him.

I know a lot of people doubted his intentions. Because he didn't let go of Till's neck the minute he saw their scores, a lot of people assume that this was Ivan trying to drag Till down with him.

But the minute he coughed up blood what does he do?

He smiles.

and let's Till go.

He's only human. He might know logically that Till has won the match. But emotionally he refuses to let go until he is certain.

Until he knows for a fact that he is the one bleeding and dying he'll keep up his charade.

And then.

And only then.

Till truly sees Ivan.

As he dissolves in his gaze.

[cockainalips]

Poolside-inspired Luigi Mangione x reader.

summary — he's cleaning your swimming pool twice a week and you start falling in love w him

this fic is inspired by the poolside short film and lyrics of lana del rey songs!

English is not my first language!

Summer came, you saved money for cute sun dresses and body moisturizers the whole year, and you can't wait to feel that salty scent in your clothes.

Your parents finally uncovered the swimming pool, and you couldn’t be happier. But it was dirtier than the usual, it was actually a mess, spiders and little worms everywhere. You hadn’t enough money to buy a cleaning robot and you didn’t know how to clean a pool properly, so, the only alternative would be hire someone to do that.

Your dad started looking for pool cleaners online and found a guy, who was cleaning pools during the whole summer as a hobby. At first he was kinda reluctant about hiring him, he was fearing he couldn’t be professional enough, so he called him for more information.

Your parents decided to engage him twice a week, he would come to your house tomorrow to assess the pool and start cleaning, you couldn't be more excited to finally go back to swimming!

Next day came. You put your black bikini on under a blue sundress and went to the backyard. You lay down in the grass and played nintendo the whole morning.

Someone rang the doorbell, and your mother's high heels made a huge noise throughout the house.

You heard a male voice in the hallway, talking about schedules, money and stuff like that. "He’s the pool guy" you thought. You stayed playing nintendo in your sun lounger, as you hadn’t heard nothing.

He knocked the backyard glass door, then he came out. You greeted him and smiling, like you weren’t exploding inside. He was really cute to be honest. His smile was more pleasant that any swiming pool, he couldn’t leave, even if he left your pool perfectly clean.

You couldn’t pay attention to your video game anymore, but you couldn’t look at him properly. You was just maladaptive daydreaming, looking at the dirty water.

— So, how is your summer going? - he asked you

— Having fun at home - you answered. I'm gonna start having more fun now when I can use the pool.

— That's cool. I'm cleaning pools for fun, it's a nice way to make new friends, as crazy it seems.

— My neighbor has this robot, its like a little vacuum, it goes into the pool and it does your job.

— He didn’t answered, he was just starred at you for a few seconds and smirked.

After a few minutes, the pool was sparkling. When he was leaving, you heard your mom screaming in the living room. When you came in, he was in the couch, shirtless and sunburned.

— Are you crazy?- she said. Please put on a shirt next time. Im gonna pick up a relief, please take care of him.

She closed the door, and now you two were alone. You wanted to apologize, but it wasn’t your fault, so you stayed silent and started rubbing a cold towel on his back.

—Thanks for being so nice

— No problem

You two stayed in silence. Suddenly, your mother came back and took care of the situation herself.

-See you in three days.

You spent that three days thinking about him, you needed to do something to offset what happened, the fact that he was hot just made the things worse.

You were in the backyard, as always. He looked better than three days ago, he also looked hotter.

— Hey, you don’t need to do this today - you said. Just come in and drink something, I feel really sorry for what happened.

He starred at you for a couple minutes like you were saying the most out of this world thing ever, but it looked like he was liking what he was hearing.

—I am insisting, okay?

You filled your cup with lemonade at least three times while you two were talking, and you didn’t even noticed. Next to him, hours started looking like seconds, he was the smartest and the most beautiful guy you’ve ever met in the entire summer.

— This might be crazy, but, do you wanna go swimming with me?

He started laughing, shaking his head multiple times.

— Im serious, just put sunscreen on before

10 minutes later, you two were in the sparkling water, he wanted to teach you how to float.

He put his hand in the back of your neck while the other hand was grabbing your waist. His brown eyes looked like fire, you wanted to cry.

You two were lying if you said that nothing was happening at this moment, you had a boyfriend, but right now, he looked like a random guy next to the man who was holding you in his big arms.

He placed his hand at your your face and put his fingers inside your mouth. You stopped feeling your body, and just let him do whatever he wanted. You were completely in love.

[anjee0]

Week 3 - Naughty Girl

Female!Reader x Eminem (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Marshall hasn't been giving Y/n attention so she decides to something about it. Only for it to turn into a lesson.

Warnings - Smut

Y/n took one last look at herself in the mirror as her hands travelled along her curves. She was wearing a beautiful white lacy lingerie set with a silky red shirt that was unbuttoned

Her nails were painted red with small details of white and she had let her hair down. 

Marshall was busy in his studio, writing lyrics, producing beats, all those sorts of things. He was practically in there the whole day and had barely given Y/n any attention. Every time she came in there, he would refuse to leave the studio and would only respond to Y/n with a small “Hm” or a nod.

“Marshall, come on, you need to get out. I made you lunch.” Y/n said.

“Mhm.” He replied with minimal attention.

“Marshall, come on, let's go eat!”

“Just bring my food up here.” He mumbled as he scribbled some lyrics down, his eyes daring to never leave the paper.

“Marshall-”

“Y/n, I heard you, okay? I'm just very busy and would appreciate it if you gave me space.”

“You've been locked in here all day, come spend some time with me.”

“I will after this. Please, leave.” He looked up at her in the last sentence, a stern look plastered on his face that let Y/n know he was being serious.

It made Y/n feel hurt but that all went away as smirked at herself in the mirror, knowing she'd get the perfect payback. She made her way to Marshall's studio, not even bothering to knock.

“Marshall?” She called out, seductively.

“You got my lunch?” His eyes were still focused on his paper.

“Nope.”

“What do you mean you haven't got my lunch…” His voice faded into quietness as his eyes laid on Y/n. His eyes widened as his mouth dropped a bit. He wasn’t expecting to see her in such revealing clothes. She looked stunning.

“What’s this, huh?” Marshall asked, trying to sound composed.

“Just a little something.” She replied as she leaned against the doorframe.

“If you think this is gonna catch my attention, it won’t.”

Marshall leaned his elbow on the desk and turned his head the other way as he continued writing. He tried to ignore her as much as he could. Y/n sauntered over to Marshall and moved his notebook out of the way. She sat down on his desk and looked down on him.

“You’re being so unfair.” Y/n whined. “You’ve been ignoring me the whole day.” She murmured as she tilted her head and started playing with his hair.

Marshall looked up at her, his eyes were stern but hints of lust simmered in them as his gaze darkened. “Y/n…” He warned, his voice low.

“What baby?” She asked innocently. “I just want some fun.”

“You’ll have fun if you're patient, sweetheart.”

“But I want it now.” She complained softly. She let the red shirt slip off her shoulders, leaving her bare, just in her lingerie. “Please?”

In a swift motion, Marshall pushed his chair away and towered over Y/n. He placed his hands firmly on either side of the table, caging her in. He leaned in closely, his eyes bored into her with relentless heat. “You want my attention? I’ll give you it then. And I’ll teach you a lesson while I’m at it.

Y/n swallowed as a pulse of arousement rippled through her body. She could feel herself getting wet as a sense of yearning stirred in her stomach. She averted her eyes from him and her breath hitched. Her words were caught at the back of her throat, she was unable to speak.

Suddenly, Marshall crashed his lips against Y/n's in a bruising kiss. Y/n was caught off guard by the surprise but she liked how fiery the kiss was with a fierce passion behind it. 

Y/n wrapped her legs around Marshall's waist as he picked her up and carried her to their bed. He threw her onto the bed and kissed her neck at a painfully slow pace. Meanwhile, Y/n reached for the hem of Marshall's shirt and struggled to pull it off him.

“Baby, let me take off your shirt.” Y/n said.

“You think I'm gonna take off my shirt? You need to be taught a lesson and this can be the first way.”

“You're being unfair…”

Suddenly, Marshall placed his hand on Y/n's neck and placed a bit of pressure. Not enough to hurt her, but just the perfect amount to assert some dominance into her.

“Listen Y/n,” he said sternly. “You've been misbehaving, haven't you? You've been a naughty girl, wouldn't you agree?” 

“Yes…” Y/n murmured softly, enjoying every second of it.

“Good, now I need to teach you a lesson. Agree?”

“Yes.”

“I'm glad you agree.”

Marshall still kept his hand on Y/n's neck as he snapped the elastic on her panties. He rubbed his thumb on her thigh with a light amount of pressure. He smirked as he watched Y/n squirming under his touch. Marshall ran his fingers along her clothed core slowly, he pressed two fingers against it and watched Y/n arch her back at his touch.

“You know, I could just keep touching you like this. Might just leave you here. Might not even make you come.”

A faint and needy whine escaped her lips. “Marshall…”

“I'm only kidding, baby. I won't be that harsh.”

His hand ran up her body and to her bra, he fiddled with the strap and, with a swift motion, unclasped it, letting the delicate fabric fall away. Marshall took his time, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along Y/n's exposed skin, igniting shivers with every touch. His lips followed suit, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower, each one purposeful and teasing.

Y/n squirmed beneath him, her breathing uneven as her body betrayed her need for him. "Marshall, please..." she whispered, her voice barely audible but full of longing.

He smirked against her skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Please what, baby? Use your words," he murmured, his voice thick with authority and desire.

"Please... I need you," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with vulnerability.

"That's better," he replied, his tone softer but still laced with dominance. 

He kissed her deeply, their mouths moving in sync as his hands explored her body, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and firm grips that made her gasp. 

Marshall's patience was deliberate, savoring every moment of Y/n's reactions. He loved the way she writhed beneath him, the way her breath hitched every time he found a new sensitive spot. His control over her was intoxicating, but it was also a game he knew they'd both win.

As the tension between them reached its peak, Marshall finally gave in to the magnetic pull drawing them together. His lips found hers again, fierce and claiming, as their bodies melded into one another, their passion exploding as the atmosphere increased in heat and need.

His pace quickened, each thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through her core. Her needy moans swam through the room, bringing satisfaction to Marshall's ears. Their bodies were covered with a sheen layer of sweat as he started to pick up his pace.

Y/n's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as their rhythm intensified. Her cries filled the room, each one spurring him on as he drove them both closer to the edge. 

“Marshall… I'm gonna come.” Y/n moaned.

At that moment, Marshall pulled out and watched as Y/n's face dropped and was replaced with a mask of disappointment. “Marshall, what are you doing?”

"Did you think you could get away with this?"

"No," Y/n whispered, her voice trembling. "I just wanted your attention."

"You’ve got it now," Marshall said with a smirk. "But you’ve also earned a lesson for being so impatient."

With that, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his voice a mix of authority and desire. “I could just leave you here you know, cold and bare.”

“No,” Y/n sighed exasperated. “Please don't.”

Marshall smirked and ran his hand through her hair slowly and cupped her face. "Now, be a good girl and do exactly as I say, or I’ll make you wait even longer for what you want."

Y/n's breath hitched, her body trembling in anticipation as his words sent a thrill through her. "Yes, Marshall," she replied softly, her submission only fueling his dominance.

"Good," he said, his smirk widening as he began to take control, ensuring she wouldn’t forget the consequences of tempting him so recklessly. His movements were deliberate and calculated, each touch, each word meant to both punish and pleasure her in equal measure.

With his last thrusts, Y/n and Marshall both came. His hot, thick spurts spilled into her core as she relaxed around him. When they finally collapsed together, spent and tangled in each other's arms, Marshall brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's flushed face and pressed a gentle and tender kiss to her forehead. 

"You really know how to get my attention, don’t you?" he teased, his voice low and husky.

Y/n laughed softly, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "It worked, didn’t it?"

"It did," he admitted with a smirk, pulling her closer. "But next time, just bring my lunch."

She rolled her eyes playfully, snuggling into his chest. "Next time, stop ignoring me, and maybe I will."

Marshall chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "Deal."

(Sorry that this was 2 days late!!)

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TACO'S TIRADE ANALYSIS

OKAY! It is time for the requested analysis of Taco’s Tirade. This is my first time doing a big analysis of like, anything, so I’m very sorry if this is the worst take on the song of all time or if everything I’m saying is obvious!! Can anyone tell i'm nervous about posting this lol. I have a lot of thoughts about Taco and her Tirade. I love it so much. Feel free to imagine me gesturing wildly with tears in my eyes as you read this. We’ll go in sections based on the lyrics and visuals :) Lyrics will be inside brackets, then commentary will be below! Please enjoy!! <3

Tw: slight discussion of suicidal ideation

[Any moment now...

Are you sure this is what you want?

(Scoff) Oh spare me your spin, you tablet tabloid. If you want to psychoanalyze someone, don't look at me.]

Alright, so we immediately see Taco still in a very emotional state. Mepad asking if she’s sure she wants to interfere with the challenge immediately provokes her, and starts her off on her entire tirade. Because he asked if she was sure. She immediately insults him and moves to change the subject and get his attention off of herself and her own mental well-being. She’s very in-denial of her own emotions and emotional pain in this song, as we’ll see going forward, and remains quite defensive for a lot of the song.

[Look at them! It's so pathetic,

How they run to fetch their sticks.

Sure, call me polemic, unsympathetic,

At least I know other tricks!]

We start here with her, as I stated, changing the subject and shifting the view onto the contestants figuratively and somewhat literally, as they’re all seen picking up the sticks for the challenge, although she still remains the main focus of the shot. We move to her dancing around Mepad, who takes up the center of the shot, but Taco is still the focus here!! She’s moved from deflecting conversation to the contestants to, in a way, defending herself, despite Mepad not having insinuated anything yet. Taco is calling herself polemic and unsympathetic here, not only because she thinks that of herself, what with her abysmal self-esteem that we see more of later in the song, but because she thinks that’s what Mepad thinks of her. Not only do her only other two friends ever hate her (I wouldn’t go that far for Mic, but that’s definitely what Taco thinks), but the rest of the season 1 cast don’t seem to think too highly of her either, yeah? Mephone certainly isn’t happy to see her soon after the song ends, and season 2 contestants like Mic and Suitcase have been shown to be wary of her before they’ve even met her. (She doesn’t know about the season 3 cast so they don’t really matter here.) The point being, Mepad is Mephone’s right hand (leg?) man, and Taco doesn’t know about their argument, so she’s pretty reasonably assuming that Mepad dislikes her just as much as everyone else does. So, she’s saying what she thinks he’s thinking about her before he can!! Forgive me for not knowing the technical name for it, but this is an actual way of deflecting criticism!! I’ll use an example. Say you made a drawing of a person, a little stick guy, but the proportions are off. One of their legs are way bigger than another, but you still want to post it anyway. To keep people from telling you that one leg is bigger than another, you might say “here’s my stick dude!! One leg is bigger than another but I’m too lazy to fix it.” By stating the potential criticism before anyone else can, it makes others MUCH less likely to comment on it themselves!! And that’s what I believe Taco is doing here!!! I hope I explained that well enough. She then goes on defending herself, self-justifying by saying she at least “knows other tricks.” I read this as her doing things outside the game, and it’s limits. That could be her acknowledging how she doesn’t play by the rules of the competition like they do, but I see it as a note of the hypocrisy/lying to herself we see from Taco in the song. And!! In the transition to the next verse, she has her eyes closed!! Which happens everytime we travel in and out of that purple-y space! We are seeing Taco’s inner image here people!!!!!

[Look at me and all you'll see is the debris of some defective outcast,

A frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) little iconoclast,]

Here we have Taco insulting herself more! Yay! She’s getting more emotional as we get into the song, and she becomes less and less able to keep her usually sturdy walls up. She’s just lost Mic, and as I’ll go over later in the analysis, is expecting she will be permanently dead relatively soon. Of course she’s having a lot of trouble keeping it together! You know how sometimes, if you’re trying not to cry and someone asks if you’re okay, it makes you burst into tears? It’s like that! Mepad asked if she was sure, and the dam began to break. So, the descriptors she uses tell us a lot about her view of herself!!! Debris. Broken remains of what was. That’s pretty accurate to how Taco is feeling right now. She’s drowning in debris, really! The debris of her old, broken friendships, the debris of her master plan to win season 1, and it’s to the point where she sees herself as broken and incomplete as well. She believes she’s broken!!! And that leads us right into her calling herself defective. Imperfect or faulty. She’s very separated from everyone else, yeah? Everyone else (to her knowledge) lives in the hotel. Everyone else is part of the group. Everyone else has people who care about them. Everyone else happily plays by the rules of the game. After everything, compared to everyone else? No wonder she sees herself as incapable of changing, she believes there’s something just, deeply wrong with her as a being. If everyone else can do this and have this, she has to be the problem. And almost right after she started putting forth that effort to get Mic to trust her, focusing on someone other than herself, Mic left her. Rightfully so, but please it is so important to think of it from Taco’s perspective rather than Mic’s in this analysis. Taco was trying to give Mic what she thought she wanted (recognition), trying to be a good friend, and it immediately lost her the most important person in her life. She’s been watching for years, she sees everyone else making strong connections, but she can’t do it when she tries. And before that, it’s her plan failing. Like Brian said in a stream, it was inconceivable to her that her plan would fail. Yet it did. And after a long enough time alone out in the woods, there isn’t anyone left to blame for that but herself. She was the reason her plan had failed, and she’d lost everything. Of course she’d see herself as defective. Outcast is pretty obvious, because she checks all of those boxes. Lives hidden, alone, and very much away from everyone else. She is very very much not part of the group anymore. 

Frenetic!! Fast, wild, and uncontrolled. Frankly, something you’d be more likely to describe Taco’s season 1 persona with, yeah? It’s quite different from how Taco usually tries to present herself, being cunning and calculating around others. But of course, the further we get into the song, the more honest Taco unintentionally can get about how she sees herself. She had her whole plan for season 1 down, but it was in the end where she lost control over the situation in which she lost control of herself in which she lost everything. It was in the ship, where something she didn’t and realistically couldn’t have planned for happens that she once again lost control of the situation and thus control of herself, and used violence despite Mic’s plea not to, in which she lost everything again. Of course she’d see herself as wild and uncontrollable, because moments in which she was are standout moments of her life! Not to mention again, how she’s the contestant who tried to steal the prize and cheated in season 2. For better or for worse, she’s much less controlled by the rules of the game than the other contestants. Just another thing that separates her from the group, yeah? Antithetic!!!! In direct opposition to something. And the following word as well, iconoclast, an attacker of a beloved institution or beliefs. She’s against the game that everyone else plays again and again, something that really matters a lot to them, but we see in the show and especially in the finale that the game isn’t good for them. As much as it’s not always for quite the right reason and exactly how she ends up going about it, she has a strong point about the game itself and what it can do to all of them. But she still sees herself as the villain. Despite her genuine, and correct, belief that ending the game will make things better for everyone, she still sees herself as the villain!! And it’s an image of herself that she’s had for a long time, and that she can’t shake after everything, because she doesn’t believe she can be anything else. And I did not forget how she mentions herself as being “poetic!” Whether that’s her believing in “karmic justice” or whatever and that she got what was coming with her, or believing her role as a season 1 finalist who’s come back out of the shadows to try and end season 2, it is one of the few neutral adjectives she uses for herself in the song. It might even be her previous popularity and persona she’s referencing here, that antitheticism and iconoclasm being how she went from a silly, well-loved character to a serious, well. She’s still loved out of canon but none of the people she knows like her at all. She’s the antithesis of what she used to be, and her coming out of the act destroyed the beloved image of who she had pretended to be.

As for the visuals here, how the scene fades back into her and Mepad is so important! She falls off of a cliff into darkness!! A very clear visual representation of how she sees things having gone. After her fight over the suitcase with OJ in the s1 finale, she kept falling and falling and falling, deeper down into the dark hole she’s dug herself, until she’s landed right where she is as she’s singing. Not only that, but this visual is another excellent representation of how she sees things as over for her. How she sees herself as incapable of changing, starting over, or getting better at all. Think about the cliff we know of on the island. Now think about who actually fell off that cliff at the end of season 1. Think about what happened to them. They all DIED!!! And she is picturing herself falling off this cliff!! I doubt this was intended to be a sign of suicidal ideation for her, since ii does have a younger target demographic (ex. Justy said in a stream that OJ and Paper sleeping in the same bed would be a bit too mature), but it can definitely be read that way. Seeing herself as “dead” in a way revolves around that disbelief in self-improvement she has, she thinks it’s too late for her in the same way it’s too late to save someone who’s died!!! And if anyone is questioning whether the scene is just a visual effect or if it’s definitely Taco’s inner picture-y thing, please note her closed eyes during the transition from her falling from the cliff to standing with Mepad!! She is picturing these visuals as she sings!!

[But I won't live in the past.

(Spoken) I almost won this game once, you know. But!]

So we all agree that Taco is totally living in the past, right? She’s saying she’s moved on, she’s telling Mepad and herself that the past doesn’t matter and that she doesn’t care about it, and then immediately she mentions how she almost won before. She has not healed at all, and is not over a single thing that happened!!! She is doing so awful I love her <3. She longs for everything she’s lost constantly, because she’s lost everything!!!!!

[History is rearranged just to credit those who win the glory,

So reality is changed in the edit when they spin the story,]

So!!! Interestingly enough, I think that these lines are quite a bit about the disparities between OJ and Taco!! So, Taco had a whole strategy going into season 1 that got her into the finals, and had it not been for Bow, she would have won! She’d planned meticulously, and in the s1 finale is shown to have great physical capabilities, at least to the point to which she was able to get way ahead of OJ. And, while this may be by great bias towards Taco speaking at least in part, OJ… did not go to such lengths. Don’t get me wrong though, this is definitely a thing. It’s brought up in the show that he wasn’t a huge player in the game! Multiple times!!! S1E15 “The Tile Divide,” after OJ wins immunity with help from Paper Mephone4 says “OJ wins! Wow, that hasn’t happened for a while.” And in S1EP16 “The Penultimate Poll,” Pickle says “-even though [OJ] barely actually won any challenges.” Yet after all is said and done, Taco is outcasted, has nothing, and is disliked by pretty much everyone, and OJ is hailed as the “King of Inanimate Insanity”, is rich, and becomes the de facto group leader with his hotel. The way the narrative has been spun does certainly glorify OJ beyond his actual performance in the competition. And with OJ having his massive ego problems, I don’t doubt that he definitely let that get to his head and contributed to that narrative himself. 

And in this shot we have Taco looking down at the hotel from the forest, the same way she’s looking down on everyone participating in the game and how she’s been watching Mic (and presumably Pickle) from the outside. Only now, she’s even further away from them. 

[And we choose, to feel this pain,]

Taco denying her emotions again!!!! She likes to be in control, and she can not control her feelings nor keep pushing them down as she has been, so she’s onto deny deny deny!! She is in a lot of pain, and she knows it, so she deflects by saying she’s choosing to feel the pain of her losses. She’s keeping up her act, her defense, by desperately holding on and pretending she has control over these feelings!! I’m certain she’s tried to control them!! To justify herself, replace loneliness with anger, but it hasn’t worked!!! And her defensiveness is reflected in the visuals as well, her putting her hand up to keep a distance between her and Mepad, her still stubbornly keeping up those walls and forcing him away as he looks concerned for her. 

[And we lose, more than we gain…]

OH BOY TIME TO LOSE MORE THAN WE GAIN. I use this phrase daily. I'm serious. A pretty obvious reference to Mic having said she gained nothing, and also an acknowledgement that their partnership truly meant something to Taco and is still greatly affecting her. Which is obvious to the audience, but not only is Mepad learning things about Taco and her issues through the song, but we really see Taco starting to fall apart, accidentally implying the feelings that she’s so desperate to keep down!! She’s like a trauma volcano <3. Anyways, Taco had gained a lot when she’d met Mic, even if it took her quite some time to realise, and by the time she did she’d lost it all, again. AS FOR THE VISUALS we once again move into Taco’s head!! The transitions here for the beginning and end of this short sequence have her with her eyes closed!! She’s walking, and hard stops when she sees Pickle and the time travel portal. You see her little feet slide to a stop on her heels! She leans away from him, leans towards him just a tad, and immediately turns and walks away, only to see Mic. She hard stops when she sees Mic too, though it’s less extreme than it was for Pickle. And when she does this, she reaches a hand out towards Mic. It’s for a few reasons I think. Holding it out to try and keep that hurt away, protect her from her thoughts of missing Mic and how much she must hate her, fully reaching out because she misses Mic dearly and that pain is so fresh, reaching out to the person she’s been so close to, closer than anyone before. Another part of it, I think, is how her conflicts with both Pickle and Mic went. With Pickle, Taco was the one who insulted him, claimed they were never friends, and cut things off. Thus, she hard stops when she sees him, only leans a bit closer to him, before turning around and walking away. With Mic, Taco was the one who was left this time. Mic cut things off with her. So she’s left reaching out to Mic, as Mic’s image leaves the screen, and Taco collapses onto her knees where she is. Taco’s left on the ground, squeezing her eyes closed and clutching her head as the darkness in the background, the darkness in Taco’s head closes in on her, until she closes her eyes and jumps straight back into her villain act, the song speeding up with her as she keeps trying to get away from all of her feelings!!! My queen with awful coping skills <3.

[But I will break this cycle,

Of mistakes, unlike all,

Of these snakes whom I call to condemn,]

So! We see Taco hard cutting from her guilt and sadness, straight into her evil plan. Right back into her villain front as she realises she’s begun to open up and get emotional!!! So she’s explaining her plan to Mepad, and projects her own self-hatred and experiences very hard onto the contestants. She’s upset about what happened between her and Mic and sees the game as at fault for what happened as she’s trying to justify things to herself, and push down the guilt she feels about their split. Heck, I’d say she’s probably blaming the game for what happened between her and Pickle right now, even if that one is more on her. And she sees the final four as complacent in what the game does, with them all continuing even though none of them are even enjoying themselves anymore. Most of them haven’t been enjoying themselves for a while now, but they still stay in line and play, as they’re programmed to. This is a bit off track, but it’s important to keep in mind that at this point, Taco has been acting more outside of her programming for longer than any of the other contestants. She was never in whatever sort of waiting-mode they end up in inside the hotel, and she’s cared less and less about the rules of the game as time has gone on. Her plot in the first season was done fully inside the rules of the game, but we see her having broken out of those constraints in season 2, with her encouraging Mic to straight up attack other contestants, which is implied by Taco to be against the rules. And she keeps interfering against those same rules of the competition. Like Marsh breaking the rules by leaving the show’s parameters, Taco explicitly goes against what is meant to happen in the game. And here she is at the peak of that, having gone from breaking the rules of the game to wanting to break the game, the cycle of mistakes, entirely. Her calling the remaining contestants “snakes” of all things specifically is interesting as well, since I’m sure plenty of the season 1 cast would use that to describe Taco. Part of it is her projecting, but another part of it is her actually seeing her own mistakes in the remaining contestants. Keeping secrets from each other (Knife), never properly talking out interpersonal issues (Suitcase & Baseball), and plain loneliness (Lightbulb). And she’s condemning them for their complacency in all of it, for their actions, most certainly in part with her efforts to ignore her own feelings and as well to call out how the game changes people and makes them act. 

[If I can't win the prize,

I'll play this last reprisal,

Just to bring their lies all to an end.

-Ack!]

The first line here is more of Taco playing up her villain act. She mentions later on in the episode, while she’s being more honest since it’s surrounding Mic territory, to the final four that she doesn’t care about the money anymore. And I really believe she doesn’t! She’s broken out of that programming after having connected with Mic. She was one of the contestants, if not the contestant, made to be most dedicated to getting that money, so of course she mentions it as she’s still desperately keeping up her front!!! But she says in the very next line that this is her “last reprisal,” she clearly doesn’t intend to interfere or interact with the game again, much less try to swoop in and steal the million. And the last reprisal line is very important!!!! Notice how in the visuals, Taco lets herself fall out of a tree as she says this and upon landing she’s hurt by her injury. There is symbolism here guys!!!!!!! She is letting herself fall here. In her eyes, she doesn’t have anything left to fight for anymore. She’s lost the people important to her, she’s lost any goals she’d had driving her forward, and she hates herself!! She knows she’s injured, and that her injury could very well be lethal, as we see later in the episode, but she’s doing nothing to minimize the risk to herself. She’s not going to sit away and let herself feel and process, she’s going to burn the game down and die with it!!!! This, my friends, is called passive suicidal ideation and self-destructive behavior!!!!! And her facade starts to falter again and she mentions bringing their lies to an end!! Because she is lying to herself, and she herself is not ready to stop holding on to her lies, either to herself or to others in her persona. Bringing the game and all the lies tangled up in it to an end means she would finally have to face everything, and just thinking about that is enough to wipe the villainous grin off her face. But she’s still stubbornly going through with her plot, because she isn’t truly expecting she’ll have to face it, again because she is fully expecting to die permanently in the near future!!!! 

[You need regeneration.

Unfortunately, I don't have much faith in that process.

Of course not.

Why "of course not?".

You believe yourself to be incapable of starting over, in more ways than one. I do not know who you lost, but is it not possible to get them back?]

MEPAD TIME!!!! Okay, here we have Mepad (rip king you would have loved the storyboards of your own death) urging Taco to heal!!! He’s looking out for her physical well-being, he can tell that she’s in pain and that her injury is quite dangerous, that being especially obvious the way he emphasises “need” in the line. And he is implying that she needs emotional healing as well!! He starts his Therapad-ing in his next line!! <3 He is very clearly worried about her, a lot of his presence in the first half of the song is just him looking at Taco with big concerned eyes!!!

And Taco has zero faith in the recovery process, between her, as Mepad helpfully says, believing herself to be incapable of starting over in more ways than one, her believing no one would want her to be recovered, her having a hunch of Mephone’s reluctance to revive her, or her own inability to see much of a future for herself, she does not believe she can come back!!! Angst!!!!! She is hurting so bad I love her <3

And Mepad is an empathy king!! And is probably the least biased against her out of everyone on the island!! And he can see beneath her crumbling exterior!!!! So her self-loathing and regret and everything she’s trying to push down is obvious to him. Of course she doesn’t believe she can be revived. And we see even Taco is surprised and even a bit miffed by this!!! Aside from Mic to a lesser extent, Mepad is the only person who can really see through her facade. Mic did try, and saw that Taco was hiding things, don’t get me wrong, but Taco was much more stable at that point and shut Mic’s attempts to see underneath her image down much harder than she is able to do during the song. 

And Mepad plainly spells out what she’s feeling. This is so important to why she opens up to him more in the next verse. Not only can she not hide her emotions from him, because he already knows, but having it spelled out like that means she can’t keep hiding it from herself either. She can’t ignore her feelings when they’re being clearly stated back to her. So all that she’s been pushing down comes springing right back up in the next verse!!!! She has to physically turn away from him and cross her arms in a final attempt to keep herself closed off, keep anyone from looking in, but after everything she just can’t do it anymore. 

["Clear the slate, start again",

Are you hearing how preposterous that sounds?

How do you not comprehend that for someone with my MONSTROUS BACKGROUND,

the whole slate has fallen apart!]

Oh my god guys Taco is being honest about her feelings it’s happening guys it’s happening!!!!! She’s turned away from Mepad for the first two lines, but as she really opens up to him, she turns back around, and gets louder along with the music. And we have Taco be like, the most emotionally open we see her!!! She’s putting Mepad’s rather succinct evaluation of her feelings into her own words. She doesn’t just think she can’t change or have a new start, she finds the notion preposterous!!! Forgiveness is inconceivable to her!!! Inconceivable!!! I can’t emphasize enough that this is the first time Taco has ever emotionally opened up to anyone ever and it is her telling Mepad that she is evil, unable to change, and will never be forgiven. We really get a feel for how everything has been weighing down on her for years, and how everything has built up to a point that she really can’t take it anymore!! But she doesn’t believe there’s any chance of a happy ending for her. Not only the whole slate, but her entire life has fallen apart!! She has lost everything and is fully confident she will never get anything back!!!

[Taco, that is not true.

There are other ways to-

It's too late-

It's not too late,

For me to restart!]

Mepad coming in trying to help <3 Notice how he comes in while she’s still holding the previous note!! He is immediately refuting her idea that she’s irredeemable!! He does the same to refute her when she says it’s too late!!! He is very concerned for her and trying to convince her that it’s not too late for her. He’s trying to tell her there are other options, that she’s not so far gone, but this sort of ends up backfiring, since not only does she not listen to him when he says these things but his interjection ends up snapping her out of the state of emotional vulnerability, and she pulls her facade right back up. Taco saying it’s too late for her kind of breaks my heart honestly, I love it when my blorbo is in pain don’t get me wrong but ow, my taco it’s gonna be okay I love you. She really sees no redemption or even future for herself, and at her lowest she’s finally expressed that to someone!!! Which is a very important step to healing!!!! She accidentally started the healing process by talking about her issues. I mean, she backpedals immediately, but still!!!! Great job Taco <3 And at the end of this line we head into Mepad’s face!! Because there’s a shift from Taco’s feelings to her pushing him away, literally and figuratively, after that moment of vulnerability!! The audience is going with Mepad, at the moment, chasing after Taco!!!

[But it's not I, its they,

Who deign to play this game, so,

Cruel and inhumane, base and uncouth,]

AND HERE COMES TACO WITH THE IMMEDIATE SUBJECT CHANGE!! She just did her first ever emotional vulnerability, and as per her usual strategy with her emotions she’s hard changing the subject!!! In this case, back to the final four and the game!!! She’s deflecting back on to both of them in quick succession trying to get a topic that isn’t her to stick! She is quite literally walking away from the topic in the visuals too!! She’s trying to get away from Mepad, who is trying to keep them on the subject of Taco’s feelings, looks back at him angrily when he keeps talking about it, and then is even more angry when he keeps going, before storming away from him again!!!

[Let us talk about it when your,

head is not so clouded. You're no,

menace, Taco, how did they hurt you?

Please think this through]

Mepad is trying to get her to go back to that emotional vulnerability!!! He wants to help her, he wants to talk through her issues with her rather than watching her self-destruct!!! I think this is where the idea that running the Truth or Flare challenge will help her comes from, too. He can tell she’s vulnerable, despite how hard she’s trying not to be, and she is talking things out, in a way, during ToF!! In a healthy way, no, but it’s Taco so we need to take what we can get. As he says, he’d rather do it when Taco has calmed down, taken a moment to not bury her feelings and even gets recovered, maybe. And here we get to a very important line!! Mepad asks her how they hurt her!!!! I genuinely don’t think Taco’s been asked this, yeah? Her whole schtick is supposed to be that she is the villain, she hurts people, not how she’s been hurt herself! And dare I say, me, the biggest Taco apologist and forehead kisser you ever did see, they have hurt her. She’s seen every other person who’s hurt the others be let into the hotel and accepted into the group, yeah? Balloon was accepted, after quite a bit of effort on his part. No one really seemed to care that Knife had killed Marsh for fun, Taco mentioning it in episode 13 as they’re arguing. Nickel and Taco are relatively similar in personality, but Nickel seemed to have relatively free reign to asshole all he wanted until Suitcase snapped at him, and even then it was just Suitcase who was angry with him. But not her. She hasn’t apologized to Pickle in person, at this point, but she had sent letters. She’d at least tried to contact him, and while he was well within his rights to ignore her, I can’t really blame her for not wanting to go inside the hotel either. Not to mention, Taco has been watching them all very closely, at least for the duration of the second season and likely after the first as well, for her to have found out about the second season and to have begun scheming so quickly. So every time they’ve spoken about her, every insult and awkward silence after someone mentions her name, she’s heard. That’s got to hurt!! Taco is very much not perfect and I don’t really blame the others for not reaching out to her given she hadn’t decided to make a change yet, but it also can’t be easy to make a change for the better when you are homeless in the woods!! Mic and Mepad’s willingness to help her is what really convinced her change would be good and possible, she hadn’t had anyone else reach out to her before, and to be fair, she folds pretty damn quickly in the grand scheme of things. Mic showed her she was likable as a person, and Mepad showed her she was redeemable, and with that support she is doing her best now!!! Anyways. Uh. There’s still one more line!! Mepad is pleading with Taco not to make things worse for herself, because taking over the challenge and such is only going to make them think she hasn’t changed at all and feed into the persona he knows is a sham in shambles at this point! Talking it out with him would be a much better way to do this!!! But alas, she’s dead set. 

[I think they're too afraid to,

Bear the bed they've made,

Can't bring themselves to face the awful truth.]

TACO & THE AWFUL TRUTH that she’s projecting. Yeah Taco is the one who is afraid to actually face her mistakes, the people she’d hurt. Though, she probably sees her isolation as doing so, yeah? She’s hurt people, so she has to be alone as punishment, even though that doesn’t give anyone closure. However! As for the awful truth, yeah, Taco really is one of the only ones who’s looked the competition in the eyes for everything it is and spat on it. She’s motivated by a lot of complicated feelings she tries not to feel, but she sees the game for what it is, and how it hurts the contestants involved!! And the final four are yet to take that look, until she gets everything laid out in front of them!!

[Feeling double-crossed is part of,

Dealing with a loss, yes, but the,

Healing is a process, that's the truth]

FEELING DOUBLE-CROSSED this line is also important because!! Taco does feel betrayed by Mic!! She feels guilty and blames herself for what happened, yes, but she still does feel that sting of betrayal, since Mic left her, yeah? Oh her part, she’d finally accepted Mic as her first true friend, someone who liked her for who she was and she liked being around, and almost immediately Mic left her. A lot of that is on Taco, don’t get me wrong, but from Taco’s end she still doesn’t even fully understand why Mic was mad at her!! She thinks it was all because of her getting violent, not because she didn’t listen to Mic. My low empathy queen is still struggling to fully grasp Mic’s motivations, her first friend that she could act “normal” around, so of course she’d feel betrayed! Taco is dealing with a loss!!!!!!!!! And she is NOT healing!! She is trying to push it down like always, but it’s become too much for her!!! And Mepad is telling her that healing is a process because it’s so much for her at the moment!! He’s trying to communicate that she’s going to feel better eventually, that she needs help and time to do so, instead of rushing into another scheme!!! He’s telling her the truth, that healing is possible!!! But as Taco rejects his pleas for her to reconsider and grabs him, we shift back into reality. Taco is unconvinced, and they’re more or less at square one, with Taco’s mask for the rest of the world securely back in place.

Everyone look at this shot RIGHT NOW I’m going to explode. All these cracks come from the ii logo that Taco stomped on, yeah? And those cracks in the game spread, and create the cracks in her. She has been broken by the game!!! Look at her face! Does she look whole and happy to you? I didn’t think so. And here we have Taco close to the camera, looking out towards the viewer, to illustrate how although she’s separate from the game, more of a spectator than the player anymore, she’s still trapped inside the competition that’s broken her!! And we have Mepad in the background, further away with his position as an assistant!! The cracks are all around him rather than through him, because he’s not being hurt by the game!! He’s not a competitor!! But the game is crumbling everything around him. He’s watched everything, just like Taco has!! Every betrayal, every fight this season, Mepad has been watching. And the more he’s been seeing, the more he’s been feeling, and the more he’s been able to see how the game tears people apart and breaks them, just like it’s broken Taco. And yes, the cracks line up with the cracks on his screen when he DIES. I don't want to think about that. I miss you Mepad.

[So I'm turning up the heat to "sauté",

I've a beef to get grilled,

But I fully guarantee that today all the beans that get spilled,

Won't be mine, no I'm fine,

Shhhh...

Now it's time…]

Guys I think Taco might not be fine. She’s shoved her facade right up and has closed herself back off, moving to continue with her plot. She’s going to grill the final four and 100% not get upset or feel any feelings, nope. Of course this is not what happened, and from Taco’s facial expression when she claims to be fine she has a hunch it’s not going to be so easy. She knows and has acknowledged to herself that she is not okay, which is a big step, but she still stuck in her ways in terms of ignoring it in favor of playing the role she’s been designated. Her mask is cracked, her confidence is transparent, but she’s still acting. Mepad is still trying to help her here, but she physically silences him. Not literally, per say, as turning him invisible wouldn’t stop him from talking, but she shushes him and he gets the memo. The window to convince her to stop has closed, and she’s going forth with her plan regardless of how well she is. 

She finishes the song settling back into her act and proclaiming she's fine, though by her facial expression we can easily tell that she can't fool even herself anymore. She knows she's falling apart, but shoves it under an evil smirk. Two last notable things are her adjusting her bowtie and the music playing as she does so!! Her adjusting her bowtie here is equivalent to her adjusting her metaphorical villain mask, yeah? The bowtie has been quite symbolic of her season 2 villain era, and this is her making sure it's straight for her last act in said persona. The music, as well, has symbolism!! I like to think of it as the sound of breaking away from the game, yeah? It's in Afterlife in the Limelight, in which Bow sings about how much she needs the game and Marsh sings about how it changes and ruins people, and in the end they both agree that it's really no way of living at all. Taco, here, is also going against the game, not just breaking its rules but recognizing that the entire game is broken and how that hurts those involved!!!

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!! <3 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! I REALLY HOPE THIS DIDN’T SUCK. IT TOOK A WHILE TO WRITE SO IF IT SUCKS THAT SUCKS FOR ME. HOPEFULLY I DIDN’T MISS TOO MUCH. THROW TOMATOES AT ME IF I DID (i will be sad). GIVE ME COOKIES IF NOT (joy inducers).

[captain-mj]

G’day Captain can I please request soap and ghost trying to shower together while on leave or after a mission but one of them (Ghost) has the water way to hot so the other (Soap) just sits in the bathroom keeping each other company and giving reassurance that they’re both alive and okay. hurt/comfort or full fluff up to you, gen or teen not explicit please just after some comforting vibes after the game that shall not be mentioned.

Have a great timezone!

Yeah I can write some gentle fluff! Also I saw your second ask and I appreciate it! We're all good dw :)

Ghost and Soap had just spent the past six weeks in the middle of nowhere and Ghost wanted nothing more than to just take a hot shower.

Soap hissed the moment he touched the water. He had been lucky enough to get in a few hours earlier and shower beforehand, but he was clingy as hell after missions, not that Ghost was any better. "Jesus, Simon. Think you could get it any hotter?"

"No. I tried."

Soap groaned and looked at the water and then his skin which had taken a bright red hue. "Yeah, I'm not getting in that."

Ghost finished undressing and got into the water. Any other day, he may have turned the water down so Soap could join but his back hurt too much. He started to wash himself, feeling some humanity sink back into him.

Soap sat at the sink and started to brush his teeth. He listened to Ghost scrub himself clean. "Use the conditioner I brought."

"I don't get why." Ghost grumbled but Soap could hear the bottle opening. "It's just hair."

"I like my men well groomed." Soap answered and rinsed his mouth out. He waited there silently, just listening to the sounds of Ghost.

Ghost hummed softly and Soap closed his eyes.

"Given up by Linkin Park?"

"Bingo."

"Think you could scream for seventeen seconds?"

Ghost mused over it. "Nah. Probably not." He changed the song and it took Soap a lot longer this time.

"Addicted to you by Saving Able?"

"I've let you listen to too much of my music."

"Probably. Let me try." Soap started to hum. He kept with the older rock vibe since he wanted Ghost to have a change. He got two notes out.

"Lips of an Angel by Hinder. I don't like that song. Do another one."

Soap laughed and tried a different one. It was a popular one but Ghost wasn't guessing it. He started to sing the lyrics too.

"Seriously? You don't know Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles?"

Ghost opened the curtain, smiling. Soap brightened and looked him over. "Course I know it. I just like hearing you sing." He pulled on some boxers, stretching. Soap knew he needed to do something or else Ghost would get dressed and put the mask back on, so he attacked him. He kissed along Ghost's face and got his attention.

Simon grumbled but melted right into him. "Johnny..." He pulled him closer. "I'm so glad you're here."

Johnny kissed him softly, running his fingers through Ghost's wet hair. "I know. Glad I can finally be with you again."

They held each other close and hummed softly. Soap traced his fingers over his scarring and Simon purred. "Johnny, you wanna lay down? We can put on a movie."

"Sounds great." Soap walked with him, holding his hand. "Maybe one of your old horror movies?"

"I love you, Johnny."

Soap kissed Ghost's hand and walked with him to Ghost's bedroom. He pressed into him and they snuggled up together. Ghost picked something random. Soap couldn't remember it at least.

They snuggled up together and ended up falling asleep

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Hi for the Soulmate Au could I request Bo Sinclair for this prompt please - You can hear your soulmate's voice in your head only when they're singing

Here's your fic, I hope you enjoy dear anon

Song Bird

Bo Sinclair x reader

Gender neutral reader

Soulmate AU where you can hear your soulmate's voice in your head whenever they sing.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Bo being Bo I guess, mentions of his childhood trauma, I couldn't decide which retention of the song that I wanted to refer to in this so I picked both.

Bo remembered hearing growing up that soulmates came to each person in their own ways. He never really paid no attention to the stories to begin with, especially after asking about the ideal of soulmates to his mother when he was five years old, only giving Bo a harsh laugh before telling her son that he will never have a soulmate that will love him.

The combination of being a natural skeptic towards subjects like soulmates and how his parents constantly will tell Bo growing up that monsters like him don't deserve to have a soulmate caused Bo to avoid the subject altogether.

He never truly believed in the tales and stories from the people he grew up with until he heard his soulmate's voice when he was 17. The songs started with old church hymns that he remembered hearing throughout his childhood during Sunday church.

The voice he heard singing made the lyrics have a haunting atmosphere, as if the person he's hearing- his soulmate was hiding years of pain behind the melodic songs. It was too real for him hearing the singing of his soulmate fill his mind.

At first, Bo was rather annoyed with hearing the hymns as he's trying to listen to his small radio. Behind his initial annoyance was the fact that he had to deal with the fact that somewhere in this world, he has a soulmate and they could hear each other sing.

As the years went by, Bo could hear you sing more. From their various rock out to whatever rock mix tape they had, all the way to songs that he's never even heard of. Bo found those times where he hears the singing to be calming to him, giving him a sense of peace.

It was early one afternoon when Bo heard the voice sing. He was in the garage, piddling with a recent attraction's vehicle when he started hearing the singing. It was louder than usual, almost as if the source of the singing was haunting his brain. He tried to move on with his day, attempting to ignore the singing.

The phone from the garage started ringing, quietly startling Bo from his focus on the singing. He quickly wiped his hands with a grease rag before walking to the wall phone, picking it up. It was Lester informing him that there's a new arrival that just entered town. After hanging up, Bo decided to see if he could find the person and lure them.

The normally dead street made Bo more hyper aware of the singing he's hearing, he could hear the faint notes of a piano playing coming from the church. He quietly walked towards the entrance of the church. The singing became louder as he tried to resist the urge to sing the song with the voice.

Bo enters the church quietly, seeing the back of your body as you sat on the piano bench. Your black shirt and blue jeans was what Bo was mostly able to see as he made his way through the isle in the middle of the pews. His nerves filled his body as the temptation to sing with you grew louder and more intense.

He was right behind you just as you were going to finish the song. Bo gave into the intense temptation and sung the last few words with you. You quickly took your hands off the piano jumped just as you were about to finish the final word, causing you to look into Bo's eyes in a startled worry.

"I'm begging you please wake me up, In all my dreams I...."

[doe-eyed-fool]

Prey | Chapter Five

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Your heart rate began to pick up. Maybe you were just tired, and your mind was playing tricks on you. Yeah. Yeah that had to have been it. It's not like there was anyone other than you and Alastor in the house.

That would be ridiculous, to think that. And it's not like Alastor would have someone here and no tell you. Why would he feel the need to do that? He wouldn't. Simple.

If that were the case, then what did you see just now?

You take a few steps away from the door and narrow your eyes, trying to see in the dark.

There was that feeling of unease again. You took a deep breath, and exhale shakily. There was no one else here. There was no need to be worrying like this.

You should just go back upstairs and back to bed. Alastor would come back eventually. Even though it worried you, you had a feeling he'd be fine.

Suddenly the lights were turned on.

You gasped sharply and turned around, you were met with Alastor standing in the doorway.

"Y/n...What are you doing up this late?" He asked, slightly shocked. "I...I heard some noises outside. And you weren't here." You explained. "I got worried about you." Your attention was suddenly caught by the sight of blood on Alastor's shirt cuffs and hands.

"What happened?" You asked, pointing it out. Alastor was silent for a moment before answering. "I had to take care of some things in that shed. I have a place set up not too far into those woods, for hunting. Brought some things down there for the next time I go hunting, and ended up cutting my hand." Before you could speak, he continued. "I'm fine. You should go back upstairs Y/n, I'll take care of this alright?"

"Are you sure?" You ask. "I don't mind to help you."

"Y/n. It's late, really, you should be sleeping. I'll take care of it." Alastor said, and despite his calm smile, he seemed a bit tense. You sigh. "Ok...Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Alastor watched as you made your way back up the stairs. Once he was sure you were gone, he sighed.

"Might as well turn in too."

The next day, Alastor offered to take you shopping. He insisted, saying now that you were a performer, you should look the part. You couldn't argue with that, and went along with him.

Mimzy had told you you'd be preforming soon, within the next week in fact. It so close by, and as the day came that you would finally preform in front of a real crowd, the more nervous you became. This wasn't like singing front of your parents. This wasn't like singing in front of Alastor and Mimzy.

You'd be singing for a live audience. And as exciting as that sounded, you couldn't help but overthink. What if you mess up somehow? Forget this lyrics, or stumble on stage, or just make a fool of yourself in front of all those people?

Alastor knew you were worried, he tried his best to reassure you and tell you you would do just fine. But his words could only do so much. 

As you were in the dressing room, you started to notice Alastor placing clothes over the door from the other side, that weren't all clothes that you came here for. Some were just casual dresses and a few nice evening ones thrown in too. You raise an eyebrow before rolling your eyes.

"Alastor." You say, in a light scolding manner. "Yes?" Alastor innocently responded. "We came here for just a few dresses for my nights preforming. Why did you pick out so many others?" You ask. 

"Why dear, of course you'd want to look your best outside of preforming." Alastor tells you. "The more you sing for folks, the more you will be recognized outside of the lounge. You can't wear just anything!"

You supposed your normal dresses weren't up to the standards of famous singers. What if one day you did get that far? Wearing old hand me down dresses, some that had to be sewn back together, wouldn't do your image any good. Of course, you would still keep those dresses, as they were given to you by your dear mother.

"Alright. But just a few. Please do not buy out this entire store, Alastor." You tell him before grabbing one of the dresses. 

"Oh? But you'd look so good in everything here." 

You were thankful there was a door hiding your embarrassment and hot face. You decided to ignore that. "I mean it, just a few." You say firmly. Alastor chuckles. "If you wish."

Tonight was a big night for you, your very first performance. You could hardly believe it, your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you stand backstage. You paced back and forth, trying to calm yourself. You kept telling yourself you'd be fine, but your nerves wouldn't listen. 

"Y/n!"

You turn your head to see Alastor approaching you. "Alastor? What are you doing here?" You ask. You knew he'd be here to see you, but what was he doing back stage? Mimzy must have allowed him back here. "I'm here because I had a feeling you'd be a little jittery." Alastor tell you. You sigh and nod your head. "I am..."

"You shouldn't be, dear. You'll do just fine! I've heard you sing, you're a natural! And you most certainly look the part." You didn't doubt that last part. You wore a flashy flapper dress and matching arm gloves. Your hair and makeup were seemingly flawless. You barely looked like your old self, all dolled up.

"I still can't help but worry, Alastor. What if something goes wrong?" Alastor shakes his head with a chuckle. "Like what, my dear?" He asks. "Well, what if I trip on stage? Or, what if I forget the lyrics? Or my voice cracks?" You list. Alastor places his hand on your shoulder. "Y/n, none of that will happen. You are simply overthinking. I'll tell you what will happen when you go out there."

"You will dazzle the audience with your beauty, and then knock them all dead with that lovely voice of yours!" 

Your face heated slightly at his words. "Alastor?" He hums in response. Suddenly your words were caught in your throat. You wanted so desperately to tell him how you felt, that you loved him so much, more than anything. And yet...

"Thank you."

You couldn't do it.

The song that the band was playing on stage had slowly came to an end, as the crowd applauded their performance. You were up next.

"Of course dear. Now, knock em' dead! I'll be right there in the crowd." 

You give Alastor a weak smile before walking ahead, and onto the stage. The crowd clapped as you entered. You gave a small wave before walking up to the microphone. The crowd went quiet, and the music began to play.

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree; And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, just holding your hand Walk my way

And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello That music I hear I get misty, the moment you're near Can't you see that you're leading me on?

You couldn't help but think of Alastor as you sang those words. He must have some sort of clue of what he does to your heart, when he speaks to you so sweet and kind. They way he makes you feel so important, so special. 

Surely he knows. Doesn't he? But if he does, if he does know what he's doing, and he continues to do so...

Your eyes found Alastor in the crowd. 

Then perhaps it's better you don't give into his game. If that's what this was. 

And it's just what I want you to do Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost That's why I'm following you On my own

Would I wander through this wonderland alone Never knowing my right foot from my left My hat from my glove I'm too misty, and too much in love Too misty And too much In love

The sound of clapping filled your ears, and you take a step back from the mic with wide eyes. They liked it, they like your performance, they liked your singing, they liked you. A wide smile fell upon your face before bowing slightly. You waved your hand before walking off stage.

You couldn't believe it. Your first performance! 

And it was a success! 

[reasonsmandy]

I'm addicted to you

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — So my idea was maybe with Warren or even Billy (if you want to write for him of course), the reader is super shy (maybe she's friends with Daisy, who dragged her along one day you know) and Warren/Billy just took an interest in her and flirts to make her blush, but at first she thinks he's joking or just being nice because "no one actually likes the shy girl". Hope you like it, sorry if it's too specific 😅

✧.* summary — From the first time you met The Six's drummer he was always around you praising you, and picking up on you. And one day you put your shyness aside and return it in kind.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 3.7k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I apologize for the delay in answering your asks, college has been making me crazy lately, but I promise that soon everything will be back to normal, also this isn't revised so there might be some mistakes. Hope you like it 🫶🏾

"Come on Y/N we need your help." Daisy repeats it for the fourth time that morning. "I mean, I can write good songs but you're going to add something to the mix, you know? I already talked to Teddy, he loved the idea."

"Of course he loved it, he loves any opportunity to bring me to the label." You laugh, stirring the food in the pot. "I would love to help you Daisy, but you know I prefer the backstage."

"I promise you it's just going to be the people in the band, no one else." She lifts her pinky for you to intertwine yours. "Come on Y/N, please."

You let out a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut tightly, sure you'd regret it. "Alright, when do we start?"

Your passion for music was no secret to anyone, you always loved portraying your emotions, your feelings, frustrations through music and that's what you've been doing since you were 14 years old, obviously you didn't start professionally at first, it was just you your guitar a paper and a pen in the afternoons after class for a long time before you get the courage to show anyone your lyrics. You knew Daisy from school, and it was to her that you first presented your songs, after that your passion for the musical world brought you two together.

Daisy had the courage that you would never have, and you admired her so much for it, the fact that you were backstage writing the songs, without the public attention, without the fame was never something that bothered you, in fact it was something you preferred. There was something about attention that activated the most intense peak of your anxiety.

Whenever you found yourself in the spotlight, your heart would start to race, pounding in your chest like a wild animal trying to break free. Your palms would become slick with sweat, and your fingers would twitch nervously as if trying to escape the situation. Your breaths would come in short, shallow gasps, as if your lungs were struggling to get enough air. Your stomach would churn with nausea, and you would feel the muscles in your abdomen tighten into knots. You could feel your whole body trembling with tension, every nerve ending on high alert as if waiting for the next attack.

So yeah, you were much better off stage.

Daisy had great difficulty understanding this position of yours, and when she joined The Six she was sure that what they needed was your help to improve those lyrics. She knew that with you, they were going to make the best album in the whole world. She had spent a few weeks preparing the territory, Daisy knew if she wanted you to agree she had to go slowly implanting the ideas in your head little by little until in the end, you agreed.

You didn't have the courage to open your eyes as you felt the wind hit your face, you knew that if you noticed the paths Daisy's car took you would feel butterflies in your stomach. As you approached the label, Daisy glanced at you from time to time, smiling as she found your reaction amusing.

"You're gonna be fine Y/N" You feel the car stop, opening your eyes slowly you notice they had stopped at a light, relieved you let out a sight. "They're nice people, I swear to you… well, except for Billy but don't worry I'll handle him."

"I knew I was going to regret this Daisy." Your voice was weak. "I work much better at home, I might as well work on my parts and hand them to you later."

Daisy looks at you with arched eyebrows. "Without listening to the instruments?"

You shrug, trying to convince yourself you could handle it. Daisy just laughs, and you roll your eyes. "What?"

"Are you serious?" The redhead questions. "You urgently need more social activities."

…

As you stepped out of Daisy's car, your heart began to race. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but your anxiety only seemed to intensify with each passing second. You followed Daisy into the label building, feeling like a fish out of water among all the bright lights and bustling activity.

Daisy leads you to the studio they used to record, Teddy says hello from across the sound booth, you wave back at him then turn back to the band members watching you curiously. Immediately you regret it and take your eyes to the ground trying little by little to hide behind Daisy.

"Well, well, well," he said, sauntering over to you. "Who's this pretty little thing that Daisy's brought us?"

You felt your face heat up as you tried to hide behind Daisy, who just rolled her eyes at Warren's flirting.

"This is Y/N," she said, introducing you. "She's a songwriter, and she's been helping me out with the album."

Warren's eyes lit up with interest. "A songwriter, huh? Well, we could always use more talent around here."

He extended his hand towards you, and you hesitated for a moment before shaking it tentatively. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel your cheeks turning pink.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he said, still holding onto your hand. "I'm Warren."

You pulled your hand back, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Uh, yeah, nice to meet you too."

…

Warren's flirty mood had become a pattern, he loved the way your cheeks flushed in his presence, or how you widen your eyes at every flirtation he gave you, and he thought it was adorable the way you never knew how to handle his compliments, so he always made an effort to come up with something new.

You never knew what to expect, he always took you by surprise at the most unexpected moments, and you just loved that attention coming from him.

The band was sitting on the studio floor, you were further away from the group, in the corner of the room with your notebook, your pen and some crumpled sheets of paper around you. You hummed the tune Graham had created, trying to match your ideas to it, your pen hanging from your lips as you picked it up every now and then to make some adjustments.

Warren tapped some cans while watching you from afar. He loved how you seemed to shut out the world around you when you started writing, how you smiled when you got the lyrics right. He even thought it was really cute when you hated something and dropped your notebook on the floor to take a break.

He smiles at the idea that is born in his mind, he opens his notebook on a random sheet of paper writing something and then making a paper airplane with it. He takes aim in your direction, tongue sticking out as if that will help him concentrate more, and when he feels ready he throws it towards you.

You are snapped out of your concentration by the piece of paper that hits your eye. "Ouch." you exclaim, closing your eyes and rubbing them.

"Shit!" Warren exclaims, moving closer to you. "I'm sorry cariño."

"What was that for?" You struggle to get used to the light in the room again.

"It was supposed to be something cute, now it seems like I wanted to make you blind." He says running his hands through his curls. "Is it rude of me to ask you to read it?"

You can't contain your laughter, he laughs along with you and you shake your head. "I can try."

You undo the paper plane, a little nervous to have the man's gaze centered on you, his handwriting wasn't difficult to understand but with your eye "damaged" by the little accident it took you a while. It read "You must be tired, right?"

You arch your eyebrows in question, looking at him blankly. Rojas had a smirk on his face and soon you knew something curious was coming, he had a smile on his face waiting for you to question him why. So you do so.

"Why?" You ask quietly, he smiles wider.

"Because you've been running through my mind all day long mi amor." He finishes the sentence almost in a whisper, the Spanish nickname sends a chill down your spine that almost immediately brings the blush to your cheeks. "You know something mamita, you're so fucking pretty when you're shy."

He winks at you before standing up, leaving you with a flushed face, a racing heart, and a goofy smile on your face.

…

The smell of fresh coffee invaded their noses, that morning contained a fresh climate and yet the sun was shining brightly in the Los Angeles sky. It's been a few hours since they've been locked in the label's studio trying to improve the pre-chorus of "Aurora". Daisy, Billy and you had been working on this song for the past few days but knew there was something missing right there. Daisy once again stated that she didn't know how to work with empty stomach, so together with The Six they went to the nearest bakery for a more elaborate breakfast.

"You know what? I think it turned out cool that way." Graham states, pointing to the chord Eddie had just written in his notebook. "Maybe you could add longer notes, so as not to overshadow Warren's solo and still show the bass..."

"Great idea dude." Eddie says writing it down, taking a bite of his toast next.

Warren looked uneasy, he had noticed since leaving the studio that you hadn't accompanied them, which left him a little disappointed, as he liked to spend as much time as possible by your side, he eats his order quickly while tapping his feet nonstop, after drinking his juice he turns to Daisy, lighting a cigarette.

"Hey Daisy." He calls for her, catching her attention. "Do you know why she didn't come?"

Daisy smiles, she arches an eyebrow enjoying seeing the drummer's interest in her friend. "It's like you don't know her, any chance to spend some time alone she accepts."

"Yeah yeah of course." He really wanted to go back there, spend more time with you, he was afraid that now that the album was almost finished he wouldn't see you anymore. "Now that I remember! I forgot my drumsticks in the studio." he exclaims, capturing the attention of everyone at the table.

"So what?" Eddie asks. "You're not going to play right now anyways, chill out." He chuckles.

"Actually I just had an inspiration, I need to go get them." Rojas stands up, adjusting the vest on his torso.

Without giving a chance to be contradicted, he leaves through the front door, leaving his friends without understanding much. Daisy smiles at the ridiculous excuse the drummer had come up with to go find you, eager to find out what it would lead to.

The record company wasn't far away, Warren only had to walk a few blocks to reach his destination. He brought you a croissant and coffee, figuring you might be hungry since you didn't join them, he enters the record label excited, wanting to see you as soon as possible but as soon as he hears something different he stops in front of the door of the studio where you record.

He doesn't move listening to the sound of a beautiful, calm, light and yet powerful voice echoing from the room, he doesn't take long to recognize Aurora's melody and without being able to contain his curiosity, open the door slowly. Coming across you sitting on the floor, some sheets spread out next to you and your notebook, pencil dangling from your ear and a guitar in your lap.

He can't contain his smile when he sees you sing, with each passing day he is more and more enchanted by you and your talent always surprises him in a good way. As soon as you finish he makes his presence known by knocking on the door, you take your gaze up to him and he holds up the bag he brought you.

"How long have you been there, uh?" You question without looking him in the eye.

"Long enough to need to ask you something." You definitely didn't expect that answer, so you just wait for him to finish. "Did it hurt when you fell from the sky? Because you have an angelic voice mi amor."

You roll your eyes smiling weakly, Rojas approaches you sitting beside you admiring your flushed face. You muster up the courage to face him, something he didn't expect and as soon as your eyes met his he felt like he was floating, or dreaming even.

"Can I ask you something Warren?" You say softly, directing your speech just for him.

Rojas arches his eyebrows curiously, he rests his head in the palm of his hand watching you closely.

"Sure, go ahead," he says, smiling warmly.

You think twice before saying something, you take a deep breath and say, "Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

The drummer had a surprised and yet admiring expression, he licks his lips smiling wide then, the way his eyes get tiny when he smiles makes your heart warm. But as soon as you realized what you said your gaze dropped to your hands, you felt embarrassed by what you said, it seemed ridiculous that you wanted to flirt with a man like him.

"Hey." He says bringing his hand to your chin, lifting your face to look at him. "I never knew you had it in you," he says, still chuckling. "That was actually really cute."

"It was ridiculous." You state, nervous to look him straight in the eye.

"Nothing that comes from you can be ridiculous, mamita." He stops smiling, staring into your eyes as if he's admiring the most beautiful view in the world, and maybe he is. "You're so gorgeous."

…

You were lying on the couch in your apartment, Daisy was sitting on the floor in front of you with the guitar in her lap composing. You bit the pencil and every now and then tapped it against the notebook you have in your hands, you were trying to finish the lyrics to "Regret Me", a song that Daisy had started a few days ago.

"Y/N! Are you here?" The redhead exclaims, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

"Uh? Oh yeah sorry, where were we?" You sit on the couch, your thoughts still in the air.

"What do you have?” Daisy asks, a faint smile on her face. “Want to talk about it?”

"Does Warren usually do that whole pick-up line thing with everyone?" You ask, Daisy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What pick-up line thing?" Daisy says, not understanding what you were talking about.

"It's just... It just seems ridiculous now that I'm going to tell someone." You let out a laugh, and Daisy still looks lost on the subject. "It's just that lately he's always been hitting on me, or complimenting me whenever he can…"

Daisy looked surprised, she arched her eyebrows and a smile spread across her face. You shake your head, feeling ridiculous for thinking maybe he was actually interested in you.

"Nevermind, it's ridiculous." You say, trying to focus on your notebook but the heat on your cheek wouldn't let you.

"Wait wait, so you're telling me that Warren is flirting with you?" Daisy had a look on your face that couldn't quite name, so you just nod. "Oh my God, I knew it!"

"Excuse me?" You ask, lost in her words. "What do you mean?" Your heart was pounding on your chest.

"I mean, it's obvious that he likes you," Daisy says with a smirk, strumming a few chords on her guitar. "Every time you're around, he's practically glowing."

You let out a small laugh, feeling relieved yet nervous. "I don't know, I mean, he's my coworker and I don't want to make things awkward between us."

Daisy puts down the guitar and turns to you, placing a reassuring hand on your knee. "Trust me, I've seen this before. Sometimes you just have to take a chance on someone and see where it goes."

You look at Daisy, feeling grateful for her support. "What do you suggest I do?"

Daisy thinks for a moment before a mischievous grin spreads across her face. "I suggest you give him a taste of his own medicine. Flirt back a little, see how he reacts."

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a little hesitant. "I don't know if I'm good at that."

Daisy gives you a playful nudge. "Come on, it's all in good fun. And who knows, you might actually enjoy it."

You nod, feeling a little more confident. "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Daisy claps her hands, looking pleased with herself. "That's what I like to hear! Now, let's get back to these lyrics."

As you both return to working on the song, you can't help but feel a little excited about the possibility of something more with Warren.

…

Warren was sitting on the other side of the room, you walked in and he took his gaze to you immediately watching you with a smile on his face. You take a deep breath, remembering Daisy's words, you let out without thinking.

You walk up to him. "Hey there, handsome," you say with a playful smile.

Warren looks up at you, surprised by your sudden flirtation. He stammers for a moment before finally responding, "Uh, hey. What's up hermosa?"

As soon as you see the blush rising on Warren's cheeks, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. It's as if you've just won a game that you've been practicing for ages. You smile to yourself, feeling like you've finally accomplished something that you've been wanting to do for a long time.

"Nothing much, just wanted to come over and say hi," you say, trying to keep up the playful tone. "But I have to admit, I'm enjoying making you a little shy."

Warren lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. "I'm not used to this, you know. Usually, it's me doing the flirting," he says, still looking a little flustered.

"Well, maybe it's time for a change," you say, feeling encouraged by his reaction. "Who knows, maybe I'll be the one making you blush all day long."

Warren looks at you with a mix of surprise and amusement, but you can tell that he's enjoying the attention. You spend the rest of the day playfully flirting with him, and every time he blushes or stammers, you feel a sense of satisfaction and pride.

You couldn't believe how good it felt to flirt with Warren. All day long, you kept up your teasing and pick-up lines, enjoying the way he blushed and stumbled over his words. Each time he seemed caught off guard, your confidence grew, and you felt a newfound boldness you hadn't known before.

In the break room, you caught him staring at you as you filled up your coffee cup.

"You know, I'm pretty sure this coffee isn't the only thing that's hot around here." you said with a grin.

Warren choked on his own sip of coffee, coughing as he tried to regain his composure. You couldn't help but giggle at the effect you had on him.

Later you find him at the drums playing around with some ideas he had, realizing it was just the two of you. You see another opportunity and approach him, he watches you and already smiles, imagining what could come.

"You know pretty boy, I kinda have a thing for drummers in rock bands." You lean lightly on the drums, winking at him.

"Do you?" He says, his low voice reaching your ears like honey. "Well this drummer right here really is into you, actually…"

"Is that so?" You try to maintain your posture, but it's impossible to deny that every time he smiles your legs give way.

Warren comes out from behind the drums, approaching you, his proximity makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, he doesn't take his eyes off yours and you could spend hours looking into those eyes. When you can already feel his breathing is when he stops, his hands rest on your waist and your breathing becomes increasingly uneven.

"I mean it cariño, I really like you." He whispers, and you feel your heart give up. "I don't think I've ever met someone as unique as you and holy shit I love it. I'm addicted to you, everything that you do, every detail of your face I just can't get enough of your presence… Damn you make me want to get up early to come work in this studio, don't get me wrong, I love my job... My point is, you make everything better."

You didn't expect his words, an involuntary smile takes over your face and you take your hands to his curls, he smiles at the touch caressing your waist pulling you closer to him. He licks his lips bringing his eyes to your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, you nod and he does so.

As Warren's lips meet yours, you feel a jolt of electricity surge through your body. His kiss is gentle and passionate, and it feels like he's been waiting to do this for a long time. You respond to him with equal fervor, your hands slipping up into his hair and your body pressing against his. The kiss is sweet and tender, yet full of longing and desire. You can feel your heart racing in your chest as the kiss deepens, and you wrap your arms around Warren, not wanting this moment to end. As you finally break the kiss, you look up into his eyes and see the same passion and affection that you feel reflected back at you.

"I'm addicted to you too." You manage to say, still mesmerized by his eyes.

He places several kisses on your lips, and you smile at his act. "Let me take you out? Promise you, no more cheesy pick up lines."

"I would accept this invitation even if you spend the whole time hitting on me." You say and he smiles, wasting no time closing the space between you.

...

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Muriel's playlist hints at Ineffable Juniors?

(This is all in good fun and is just my opinion. You don't have to agree, but please stay and read.)

I know a lot of people have analyzed the living crap out of Aziraphale's and Crowley's playlists, but I really just want to ask if anyone ever wondered about why Muriel received these three songs?

The creators of the playlist knew that other feel-good, peppy songs that start their songs with the letter E and L exist, but they picked three songs that deal with love? All that does to me is make me think that Ineffable Juniors (Muriel x Eric) is in the realm of possibility and not just a crack ship.

Let me just get 'Everyday' out the way. (I'll be more in depth lyrically with the other two, but EVERYONE in this fandom has Everyday practically memorized. I'm just saving time and space.) 'Everyday' is the main song of the S2. It is the clue. It is the jumpstart of Ineffable Bureaucracy's relationship. It is THEIR song of love. It wouldn't make sense for them not to have it in their playlist, but why does Muriel have it? Of all the other characters who are in love, why does Muriel have to be the one to receive this song as well? They deal with concept of love, but they don't truly understand it (if they did why would they need to 'learn' from Aziraphale and Crowley). This wouldn't make sense unless this is more of a hint at Muriel's (possible) future storyline: befriending or falling in love with a demon (likely Eric). 'Everyday' is important because it helped blossom a very unlikely relationship between an angel (Gabriel) and a demon (Beelzebub). For Muriel to have that in their playlist in that context pushes their narrative in that direction, and it doesn't help that the other two songs are just pushing it further.

'Ain't No Mountain High Enough' (shortening to ANMHE for my typing sanity) is a classic love song sung by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell. It brings this idea of being invincible while traversing (or willing to traverse) through any terrain to get to the one you love. This is driven home by the first and third verses along with the repeating chorus of the song:

(First) If you need me, call me

No matter where you are

No matter how far (don't worry, baby)

Just call my name

I'll be there in a hurry

You don't have to worry

'Cause baby there

(Third verse) Oh no, darling

No wind, no rain

Or winters cold

Can't stop me baby

No, no baby

'Cause your are my goal

If you're ever in trouble

I'll be there on the double

Just send for me

Oh, baby

(Chorus) Ain't no mountain high enough

Ain't no valley low enough

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you, baby

What I think is interesting is second and last verse because you get to see the relationship of the two people in the song (the couple singing to each other). In the second verse, it's revealed that the two of them are loving/binding relationship by recounting a day that defined their relationship.

Remember the day

I set you free

I told you

You could always count on me darling

From that day on I made a vow

I'll be there when you want me

Someway, somehow

Then the last verse brings up the fact that two are now separated but are still in love and WILL go through anything to get back to the other if they're ever needed.

My love is alive

Way down in my heart

Although we are miles apart

If you ever need a helping hand

I'll be there on the double

Just as fast as I can

I could easily say that this could allude to Muriel having a strained or forbidden relationship with a character, yet something else was brought to my attention. ANMHE tells about a pair who is separated after making a connection/promise to one another while still having romantic feelings, but if one were to be in trouble, the other would surely come to the rescue? I don't know about you guys, but that sounds a lot like our other angel/demon couple, the Ineffable Husbands. Now, we have two songs defining both of our canon angel/demon relationships in a playlist for an angel who hasn't even experienced falling/being in love yet, but this final song clenches everything for me.

Every Summertime by Niki is the song that TRULY made me believe in the idea of Ineffable Juniors. I have played it several times and every time I do, I see Muriel and Eric. Let's begin with the first verse:

18, we were undergrads

Stayed out late, never made it to class,

Outer Richmond in a taxi cab

You were sweating bullets on the way to my dad's and oh

You said, "Baby, think we're moving too fast"

The very beginning gives an image of two students (underlings: 37th Scrivner and lesser demon) who are together (in a buddy/soft couple way), but incompetent (Muriel not understanding certain concepts thus proceeding to mess things up and Eric constantly questioning things while also being a punching bag and cowardly). It's only the first two lines and it already screams Ineffable Juniors. The last two lines give scenarios that could likely happen. Eric would be the one nervous from the idea of meeting Muriel's parental figures superior Aziraphale and his demon husband Crowely. Then comes the statement of "moving too fast." Of course the first thing that comes to mind is the 1967 scene in S1, "You go to fast for me, Crowley", yet in the eyes of our juniors, it would be in Eric's character (having more cowardice and less time to plan ahead) to say that if Muriel wanted to be closer. Then there's this imagery of how one would realize their feelings for someone is becoming more than platonic:

And I swear the magnolias flashed a smile

And that's when I caught me hoping you'd stay a while

I will say that second verse is more of "They're growing closer after a while" more than picturing scenarios like the previous verses.

25, man we're missing church

Laugh 'bout everyone we're hating at work

Dinner with your sister and the jokes kinda hurt

Cry the way home, and you're putting me first, oh

Yeah, we just always know what to say

Then we get these lines:

We're strolling down the boulevard

And dancing under streetlights

Every year we get older, and I'm still on your side

Taking a stroll? Dancing? Being on a side with your partner? This, AGAIN, creates connections to Bureaucracy and Husbands, but the couple in the song portray these actions in a setting for younger, impressionable people, hmmmm... like the Juniors? Let's just finish off with the chorus and outro.

(Chorus) Baby, I'd give up anything to travel inside your mind

Baby, I fall in love again come every summertime

My daddy taught me to choose 'em wisely, but you don't have to try

'Cause, baby, I fall in love every summertime

(Outro) Every day is summertime

Every day is summertime

Every day is summertime with you

Questions that I think about when it comes to the Juniors are "if they fell in love or became close friends, how would Aziraphale and Crowley react? Would they be happy for them, or would they try to stop them from going any further out of fear for their safety?" With what happen at the end of the season, I'm personally think it's the later, but then that brought an additional question. "If Muriel was told to stop meeting Eric, would they?" No. The third line of the chorus reminded me how Muriel knew Aziraphale and Crowley were the enemy and yet they still gave unbiased trust and compassion towards them. A low rank angel who is supposed to take every order willingly decided that the enemy is their friend that they can ask questions to. When you start to apply the first, second and last line of the chorus, along with the outro, it draws a picture of a person so smitten with their partner that every time they're with them, they fall in love all over again, so they're willing to disregard the opinions of others just to be with their other half. Muriel seeing both angel/demon couples existing in the same room in S2E6 feeds my thoughts with the image of Muriel, who may or may not know that Eric is a demon (they never met him, and they also didn't know that Crowley was a demon), proceeding to be around him even after being told not to by Aziraphale. If it was worth it for the others, it could be worth it for me.

I could be reaching with some of my claims, so I'll just continue until I reach the moon. However, it is possible for all three songs to be thrown in the playlist for fun, I mean it does have "Get Lucky" and "Everything is Awesome". I'm just a sucker for Ineffable Juniors. I don't care if they don't end up together or anything, but they have to meet at least once as another example of an angel and demon being able to get along. Stories are always played out in threes. Why can't they be the third?

Thank you for reading if you made it to the end. Here's some sketches for your troubles:

[nevermorgue]

Nevermore Character Song Matchup #1

"It Should've Been Me" R.I.P ft. SOLARIA for Ada Spoilers for Ada's lore and in general Nevermore plot points. I'm going to go through the lyrics and talk about how they relate to her!

Not too loud Not too quiet Don’t be proud

Don’t be shy It’s rude to stare Oh, do I dare?

(Ada wants to be seen a certain way. More elegant and refined than she is, to the point where she wants to hang around certain people to look better herself. She doesn't seem entirely self aware, given her history with Prospero + her nature to be a bit overbearing, but she knows that she wants to be perceived as a lady, and that she needs to look and act a certain way to achieve this.)

Keep it bold Don’t be timid Not too slow

Make it quick It’s so unfair I’m almost there (Leaning into more headcanon territory here. Perhaps she has felt the need to stick out, needing to be over the top and the center of attention to avoid being sidelined. She is desperate to be seen the way she believes Annabel Lee is, and was probably bitter in life that she was stuck as a housemaid rather than being waited on. "I'm almost there" could also refer to her affair in life. She was so close to getting her happy ending the life she knew she was made for.)

Lost in a fantasy My very own pandora’s box Swarmed by my jealousy I hope that it doesn’t show

Ire dipped in flattery Nobody’s been as close as me I spilled my guts And all for what? (The fantasy being her love for Prospero. Her pandora's box referring to her outburst and spectre manifestation. Her jealousy of Annabel Lee's "perfection". Spilling her guts is especially evil, considering that she quite literally did in death. She died at the hands of the man she loved, and she was "so close" to becoming a true lady.)

It should’ve been me you should have picked me from the start And after everything I’ve done for you You don’t think it’s bizarre?

It should’ve been me Where do you think I got my spark? I chiseled down my personality 'Til it's a work of art (This could refer to either her frustration with Prospero OR her affair partner. The man that murdered her indeed, did not pick her. He chose everything else over their affair. Ada feels betrayed and hurt that the man she thought was in love with her was so quick to get rid of her. Imagine all of the things she did for his sake, only to die. Her pining was probably similar to how she treated Prospero pre Monty era, and he was most likely sick of it. And while she does not entirely change who she is like Will does, I believe her actions can be influenced easily as we see with Montresor. Will wants to be useful in general, and Ada wants to be what the person she loves wants her to be. She will be mean spirited and a bit crueler if that is what Montresor wants. Notice how she isn't as worried about 'being a lady' once she stops fawning over Prospero.)

There you are Can’t they see it? I’m in awe

Could it be? It’s rude to stare Yes, I’m aware! (Very Ada @ Prospero. The last part just in general reminds me of her brash nature, being naturally outspoken and not afraid to do as she pleases like I am getting Ada during ring the bell vibes here)

What a sight Nearly perfect You alright?

Does it hurt? I will be there You know I care! (The sight could be either herself or who she's affectionate for. Quite literally how she was viewing herself during Ring the Bell once she was in that gown. Second part could be her fawning over Montresor's injuries. I feel the need to point out 'You know I care' in particular. She is rather affectionate with her words, perhaps she feels like she isn't enough, so she has to overstate her feelings to make up for it.)

Caught in my fantasies Don’t look inside pandora’s box Push down the jealousy No, nobody needs to know (Back to her first manifestation. 'Caught in her fantasies' being rejected in front of everyone. The pandora's box here being the 'hideous display' Annabel Lee claims says she is showing them all. Her jealousy once again referring to Annabel Lee.)

Please don’t think less of me! I’m but a lonely soul, you see Oh, what a shame I’ve gone insane (How she felt, weeping and alone after she drops her spectre form.)

It should’ve been me I oughta be there by your side Just think of all the possibilities that we could bring to life

It should’ve been me I think I need you to survive So now it’s your responsibility to make me stay alive (Once again, this could be either to Prospero or her affair partner. She is desperate to be loved, desperate for that warmth and attention. She wishes she could be someone's first choice. And when she finally does get this (With Montresor) she is completely attached, feeling as if she cannot live without him. Extreme attachment despite the short amount of time, as she is in fact that desperate and tired of being nobody's choice.)

Trapped in this travesty You’ve opened up pandora’s box Struck by reality It’s time to wrap up the show

Yes, it is how it seems I’m full of animosity And here I am Where do you stand? (The show can be referring to her entire crush on Prospero. Perhaps deep down she knew it would never happen, but the feelings it brought her made her feel good. She wanted to hang onto them for as long as she could. "It's time to wrap up the show" could be when she is finally harshly rejected, the denial finally fading away as she accepts that it was all her fantasy. And she was quite literally filled with animosity after that rejection.)

It could’ve been me Although I’m better than the rest My polarizing rationality just couldn’t pass the test (Ada WANTS to be better than the rest. I think she acts like she is, but deep deep down knows that is not the case. 'Polarizing rationality" = Black and white thinking. I think Ada definitely could be perceived as having this sort of mindset. 'If this person doesn't love me, I am worthless' type deal.)

It could’ve been me But I’m unsure of my intent Surely my fragile hospitality would shatter from the stress! (I'm sure in that moment between Prospero's rejection and Montresor stepping in, she was confused and vulnerable. Second guessing her intentions, second guessing everything she felt up until that point as she sits there, unloved and nothing. The last line reminds me of her acting more 'posh' than she really is. Like 'Oh surely a lady like me would blah blah!' type vibe. She considers herself a lady, and a woman such as herself could not handle such a stressful situation! Ohoho, ara! You get it?)

It shouldn’t be me And here I thought I was above But now it’s clear to me you saw that I’m unworthy of your love (Of course, she realizes this but not in the same way of this song. Rather than her putting herself down and claiming Prospero is not good enough for her, she thinks she was too good for him. Well, she only thinks this later on as Montresor continues to dig his claws in.)

It shouldn’t be me And I’m okay with that because I truly only want the best for you And I am not the one (Again, nah. Maybe in another world where they're all alive and getting through this relationship nightmare in a normal setting, but Ada does not get along with Prospero now, and I doubt she would 'want the best' for the affair partner if she were forced to watch him and his actual lover live on happily ever after. But it would be bittersweet if Ada actually did mature from this and treat Prospero kindly. Would it hurt more?)

It couldn’t be me It should’ve been me (It could've never been her. Should it have been? She was never an option for either of them; never anyone's first choice. At least, not until Montresor came along. But this song is a lament of her past feelings for the most part, so pretend she is reminiscing on what could've been; in life and death.) This was a very fun song to do. I connect this song to Ada (and Will on a lesser degree) to a heavy extent. I would love to hear thoughts, and maybe other people will do this to songs too...mayhaps

[hypergamiss]

How do I avoid becoming misogynistic as a fellow woman? In my experience, I've witnessed women throw me and other people under the bus for some of the worst men I've ever seen (a great example is Kelsey with Meg Thee Stallion vs. Tory Lanez). Do women benefit from betraying each other? I'm asking because I'm not cutthroat and weird like that, so I have a hard time wrapping my head around the reason why so many do stuff like this. I've seen women do some nasty shit to other women (ie. ghislaine Maxwell) and end up looking like a fool in the end. I see this traitor behavior happen all the time at work, socially, personally, in family, etc and it's so strange. I don't want to start hating women because of this revelation, but I'm definitely not #teamwomen anymore.

Avoid boy crazy, pick me, Bob the builder, etc types of women at all costs.

It's that simple (in my opinion). Meg is herself boy crazy so her friends are as well and it came as no surprise that her friend decided to defend Tory. That was very predictable in my book. I do not think that the women who decide to put men on a pedestal actually know that they are making things worse for other women. They think that male attention and validation matter more than being a girls girl and protecting each other. It's not your job to understand them either, just stay in your lane and avoid them because we will NEVER come to understand their behavior over here. Focus on only befriending women who have healthy boundaries, you will quickly realize that they have good morals as well. I would also suggest unfollowing all of the boy-crazy women on all platforms or you will be consumed by all of the negativity that they put out to the world. It's even hard for me to listen to their lyrics or see their posts. I can't begin to explain how refreshing it is to have a group of friends that prioritize themselves because you know they wouldn't do anything harmful to you over a man. We have a very abundant mindset, and we understand that men come and go (up until a husband, of course) to the point that losing a strong friendship hurts more than going through a breakup with a man. Some women will even physically tell you that they aren't boy crazy so you have to pay attention to their actions closely. I had a friend who I thought was on the same page as me in the past but she told me all the details about a man she was dating and I quickly realized she was lying. She completely adjusted her schedule to his needs (even calling off from work), slept with him after a week, and started mentioning marriage at week 3 right before she got dumped. This told me all I needed to know about her and this was definitely the actions of someone who would ditch you or betray you for the temporary fling they're involved with. It's just not worth it to be around them even if you think they are a really good and genuine person, they will do almost anything to please men. I've had my fair share of betrayals and it's never the women who are confident and date strategically that are involved in my experience.

[barclaysangel]

Guardian Doll (part 1)

So no one commented on that post I made regarding if I should post this or not...but I did it anyway. I decided to post it just to see if there are people who would be interested on this story and want me to continue. I am already writing a second part, I'm still working on where the plot will go, but y'all are free to join me on this journey.

So please comment if you like this and/or want me to continue writing/posting this story! Comments really do help fuel my motivation so maybe I will write it but if enough want to see it, I will post it as well.

Anyway, thank you and enjoy :)

Word count: 624

Tags: @vi0lentg0d @streets-in-paradise (if you want to be tagged for future chapters, lemme know!)

Cecilia was exhausted. 

Physically, emotionally, you name it. Seventh grade was hell and school just drained the life out of her, sucked her soul dry, and she still had to walk home. 

Great. 

At least she would be alone on her walk. Where she didn’t need to deal with her classmates purposefully bumping into her, laughing at her. It would be a nice break from her parents being up her ass about her homework and being their own and only “perfect” child. 

Yeah, a break from all of that would be nice. 

Take what you want, take what you can, take what you please, don’t give a damn. 

The song played in Cecilia’s headphones, humming the lyrics under her breath as she strolled through the cemetery. It was a shortcut, a bit of a faster yet much more peaceful way to get home. She enjoyed the sense of serenity, the trees looming over her head and gentle breeze of wind surrounding her. 

But just then, something odd caught her attention. 

Ask for forgiveness, never permission. 

There was a doll sitting on the grass, alone. It wasn’t by a particular gravesite, it just sat there in the middle of the small field. 

Cecilia moved closer, crouching down in front of the doll and tilted her head to the side. It was a rather tall doll, probably would’ve been up to her knee had it been standing. It had blonde hair with black roots, wearing a white dress and black leather jacket with black heeled boots, painted black lips and dark eyeliner around its piercing green eyes. 

Overall, it was a fascinating style for a doll and something that Cecilia herself wouldn’t mind trying out sometime. 

Yeah, as if. Her parents would kill her if she walked around dressed like a doll. 

“How long have you been here, pretty girl?” Cecilia wondered out loud. It must have been some time, there were leaves on the doll’s dress, which she silently plucked away. After a moment of staring, she picked the doll up, smoothing back the soft blonde hair that almost felt real, and stood up. 

Take what you want, take what you can, take what you please, don’t give a damn. 

Cecilia walked further into the field near where she found the doll, wondering if this was a child’s toy that had been forgotten or it was placed on the grave of a deceased child and somehow been misplaced or moved. But judging by the names and birth and death date, there were no children tombstones. For some reason, only one tombstone that was closest to where she found the doll caught her attention but it belonged to an adult man. 

Charles Lee Ray. 

Well, whoever that was, Cecilia was sure that he wouldn’t have a doll by his grave, especially if he had been dead for about thirty years. 

To her, it seemed like the doll had no home. 

This was a very nice doll. If Cecilia sold her, she could probably get a lot of money for it. 

Or…

“How would you feel if I took you home, hm? I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfy.” She spoke to the doll with a little smile. 

Then, the sun shone and Cecilia noticed a gold necklace on the doll with a word written on it. 

“Tiff…” she read out loud, smiling more, “is that your name? Tiff?” 

Of course, the doll didn’t respond but she felt like she knew the answer. 

Finally, Cecilia readjusted her grip on the doll, Tiff, and she started walking home. She always liked dolls and it would be nice to finally get a new one after years. 

Besides, what could go wrong?

It’s in the blood and this is tradition.

[random-writer-person]

Please Believe Me

Sirius Black x Reader

Sirius won guys so here you go

word count: 1124

warnings: none that I can think of

based on the song Olivia by one direction so think about listening to it while reading up to you

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"Sirius you were flirting with her what do you expect me to think?!?" you yell walking back to your dorm Sirius following behind you.

"I wasn't flirting with her I lo-" Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off.

"don't say you love me I thought maybe you would change for me but now I see that was dumb thinking you can never change you like being a player too much and I'm not worth enough to change for," you say tears streaming down your face then you slam the door in his face getting in your bed and just crying for a while. after who knows how long Lily walks into your dorm seeing you crying.

"oh love I know it hurts I was trying to tell you he wouldn't change your worth more than he can give you he was always going to leave you," she said pulling you into a hug and making you cry a little harder.

"I know your right Lily but I loved him and I thought he loved me too. at least that's what he said but I guess it was all a stupid trick" you say. "I don't want to go to the main hall can you grab me some food please?" you say pulling the blanket up higher around you.

"yes of course don't worry about anything I'll take care of all of it," Lily says kissing your hairline then getting up and leaving. now that you were alone you went to the washroom to wash your face and try to pull yourself together wiping the tears from your eyes. After a few seconds, someone barges in.

"Lily? That was fast" You walk out and see her there panting.

"yeah Dumbledore saw me trying to take the food and told me to get you to come to eat dinner," she said grabbing your hand. "so come on you need to eat" She drags you out of your room to the main hall.

"oh my Merlin Lily I'm walking let go of me please," you say trying to pull your hand back and eventually she lets go.

"ok ok come on just a little farther," she says grabbing your hand again.

"I know where the grand hall is," you say laughing while she keeps pulling you.

"I know I'm just making sure you don't just run back to your room again." she puts her arm around your shoulders. once you get into the main hall you see Sirius on the stage. you turn to walk back out but there you see James and Remus blocking the doors so you can't leave.

"Remus I thought you were on my side" You turn back to Sirius on the stage and he smiles a little at you everyone was staring at you two.

"I'm sorry love I wasn't flirting with her," he says into his wand that amplifies his voice.

"we've been over that part I don't believe you because I saw it with my own eyes," you say folding your arms to your chest.

"I knew that wouldn't work so I made a little something for you," he says putting his wand on the stand and picking up a guitar. he knew you thought the guitar was hot.

"hey no fair," you say backing up and going to the door again but James grabbed you and put you in the middle of the great hall.

"sorry y/n but you need to hear this" he stands behind you. you roll your eyes and look at Sirius.

"okay whatever goes on so I can eat my dinner." you stand there hips pointing out wanting this to be over with. the attention people are giving you isn't something you necessarily like. then Sirius starts singing and you listen to the lyrics.  the song was about you both. it's about how you were doubting him and not trusting him, how your friends were encouraging you not to trust him either, how he tried so hard to show me how much he loves me. now that makes me feel like shit. the whole song he's not saying he's mad he's just begging you to see how much he loves you. After he finishes singing people start clapping and cheering they all rush to the stage. you run out of the great hall and cry in the abandoned hallway you always do. after a few seconds, you hear his voice.

"y/n? Love, are you here? please talk to me" he sounds so desperate and sad.

"I'm over here" you call sniffling.

"oh love please don't cry I'm sorry I made a mistake," he says rushing to your crumpled frame and wiping your tears.

"I'm not crying because of you I'm crying because I'm an asshole" You chuckle a little and pull him into a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me but everyone was telling me that you wouldn't change that you would go back to your old ways and I just started to believe them when I saw you with her I love you I'm sorry I ever doubted you." you pull him into a wet kiss and hug him again.

"does that mean you forgive me?" he says as he rubs your hair.

"yes, and do you forgive me?" you look up at him with tears still running down your face.

"yes of course I love you I can't live without you." he leans down and gives you a passionate kiss.

"I'm sorry your shirt is wet." you frown pointing at the wet spot on his white button-up shirt.

"It's okay love I'm just happy that you forgive me." he kisses your hairline.

"I loved the song it was amazing your amazing. though how long detention did you get?" you say sitting more comfortably your head on his chest his arm holding you close to him. he chuckles.

"don't you worry about that I'm glad you liked the song." he rubs your shoulder resting his head on yours.

"Have you written any other songs about me?" you look up at him and smile.

"of course your my muse" he chuckled.

"Sing me one of them." you got more comfortable while you listen to him sing his voice rumbling through his chest. it was a beautiful slow quiet song but still about a strong forever kind of love. you fall more in love with him singing the whole of the song.

"I love you," he says when he finished.

"I love you more" You hug him get up and you both walk to the kitchen to get food then go back to your room to cuddle and sleep.

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hope you guys enjoyed

XOXO

Good day night whatever

[kpopcookie0813]

NCT REACTION TO YOU DOING THE WAP (MAKNAE LINE)

Warning: Kind of smutty....

Xioajun:

HE LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!🙂🙂

I feel like he would also give a stank face cause you think you cute ( And you are queen PERIOD). Yeah he would not like it one bit lol lowkey judging you.

Y/n: Junnie look X: *stops what he is doing to look* X: *gives you the gif look* Y/n: Fuck you to then😑😒

Hendery;

DIS MINE RIGHT HERE!!!!(6/9)🤪🤪

I feel like he would be a flirt. He will give you that look and ask if you wanna take it to the room.

Y/n: *you start doing the dance* H: Hey baby what you- damn🤤 Y/n: *you turn around* what H: *walks up to you grabs you by the waist pulling you close and whispers in your ear* Let's take this to the room.😈😏 Y/n: O-okay😳

Renjun:

INJUNNIE😊😊😊

I feel like he would just stare until you notice that he is staring.

Y/n: *doing the challenge* R: *😶😶* Y/n: *looking over the video making sure you did good* R: *😶😶* Y/n: *you turn around and see him staring* Damn boy take a picture it will last longer *you laugh* R: Good idea Y/n: *rolls eyes playfully and laughs again*

Jeno:

HE GETTIN BIG!?!?!?!?!😳😳😳

He would be like Johnny and tell you to go sit down somewhere cause you not shakin no ass for nobody but him.😂😂

J: Baby what are you doing? *He says coming in your room* Y/n: *stops making video and hides phone* Nothing. J: Why are you hiding your phone? Y/n: I-I'm not. J: Okay well then let me see Y/n: *hands Jeno the phone* J: *sees what you were doing and glares at you* Why were you making this video Y/n: Because my fans asked me to do the challenge. *Laughs nervously* (Your TikTok famous) J: *laughs sarcastically * Don't do it again Y/n: But- J: *glare* Y/n: Fiinne

Haechan:

I feel like his reaction would be like Hendery I'm mean they are like twins.🤩🤩

Y/n: *practicing the dance while singing the lyrics out loud* THATS SOME WET ASS P**** GET A BUCKET AND A M- H: BABY WHY ARE YOU YELL- *sees you twerking*😦😦😦 Y/n: *turns around and sees Haechan* Channie whats wrong H: *comes up to you pulls you to him to where your lips are almost touching and grabs your ass* You just looked really sexy doing that dance and I think I have a problem now because of you. Y/n: *kisses Haechan* He picks you up and y'all got to the room and you know what happens😏.

Jaemin:

HE BEEN LOOKIN A LIL TOO GOOD LATELY!!!!!😏😏😏

Prepare to be up under a needy, clingy, and attention seeking boyfriend all day. After he sees you doing that dance you probably won't be going anywhere for days because he wants you all to himself.

J: Princess where are you? he says looking for you. Y/n: * doing the dance* I'm in the living room. J: *looking on his phone then looks up* Oh I just- shit *sees you hit a perfect split while twerking* Y/n: *finishes then turns around* What?! J: Oh, um Can we cuddle please🥺🥺 Y/n: *you laugh* yes Jae 😊 J: *pulls you on the couch and y'all cuddle all day*

YANGYANG:

Since this boy reminds everyone of annoying orange (He still my baby tho. 7/9),😂😂😂 I think that he will mess up your video to annoy you cause deep down he know he don't want you dancing like that on camera. You would be making the for the 55th time and finally got it right almost being finished and he messes it up.

Y: *walks in the room to see you dancing* Y/n: *messes up again* ugh I hate this shit *tries again after complaining* Y: *starts thinking of a way for sabotage and immediately knows what to do* Y/n: *feels happy cause it's going well* Y: 1 2 3 *jumps in-front you messing the video up* Y/n: YangYang what the fuck🤬 Y: *laughs* aww baby, come on it was a joke *pinches your cheeks* Y/n: *smacks hand* *roll eyes and walks away*

Shotaro:

HE SO CUUTTEE.🥺🥹

He would be flustered and turned on. Gets shy on how to ask for help with his problem that you caused. He might even help if you help on the dance.

Y/n: *practicing the humping part on the ground to get it right* S: Bebe I wanted to know if-😳*sees you trying and gets turned on* Y/n: Baby can you help me please S: Y-yeah sure Y'all might be doing a lil sum sum later to fix his problem *wink wink*

Sungchan:

HE LOOK SO NICE..😫

I don't really know what he would do. Probably stare at you like Renjun did but with lust.

S: *comes in your shared room and sees you dancing and stares* Y/n: Hey giraffe S: *snaps out of trance* Hey shorty *pulls you in his lap as he sits down on your bed* Y/n: I'm not short your just super tall *you say as you wrap your arms around his neck* S: yeah sure *pulls your hips close to his and leans in giving you a kiss and lays down with you in his arms* Use your imagination for the rest.

Chenle:

MY ONE AND ONLY(7/9)🤤🤤🤤

He would be over dramatic. You would know that he is in the room when you hear a dolphin scream. He might overreact but deep down he likes what he sees.

C: *walks in the living room when he sees you grinding* AAAAHH WTF Y/n: *falls on the floor in shock* CHENLE C: I mean it's not my fault you up in here bumping and grinding everywhere. Y/n: YOU DON'T HAVE TO SCREAM THOUGH C: Why you yellin at me😶 Y/n: Sorry it's just you was being to loud. *kiss him and he kisses back and you guys hug and watch tv together*

Jisung:

MY JISUNG PWARK(9/9)😯😯

Boy gon look like a whole red tomato. He gets so flustered over seeing all that ass shake.

Y/n: Sungie can you watch me do this dance to see if it looks good. J: Yeah, sure baby. Y/n: *starts doing the dance and almost finished* J: *watches you finish but is stuck for words* Y/n: So how was it. J: U-uuuhhhh it was amazing Y/n: Really are sure you're not lying, are you? Jisung: No no jagi it was really amazing it just caught me off guard. Y/n: *pulls Jisung to your face with hands on his cheeks and kisses him on the lips* J: *kisses back then after a couple of seconds pulls away* I love you Y/n: I love you too.

I know that Shotaro and Sungchan are in RIIZE now, but they were in the group when I wrote this story so, there gonna be in this and other NCT as a whole stuff from my book on Wattpad then after I add those drafts, they will be only in RIIZE. As well as Lucas he was in my wattpad book for NCT also so, same goes for him but he will be added with soloist section. Also, STAN RIIZE AND XUXI!!!!!