summary: everyone has a song title written somewhere on their body that will play in the moments leading up to when they meet their soulmate.
pair: tsukshima kei x reader
Fly Me to the Moon
You stared at the words stamped on your skin. Black ink wrapped around your wrist as you pictured the moment when you would hear the fateful song finally tying you and your soulmate together at last. Until then, you'd have to imagine the sound of the chords intertwined with the lyrics of the song.
Your bike came to a halt as you just barely passed the entrance to your school. The gentle breeze caressed your face as you locked your bike into the bike rack and took your first step of the school day into Karasuno.
Baby, I'm Yours
Kei Tsukishima has heard enough about soulmates to know they were not a priority. His memory was ingrained, with scenes of two strangers making eye contact with each other and coming to the realization that the universe had destined them to be lovers. Soulmates were nothing more than an interruption in a schedule. His life wouldn't magically change because he met what the universe deemed as his soulmate, and he saw no reason to treat it like it would.
He slipped his headphones onto his blonde hair and let the music engulf him as he walked into Karasuno, expecting to eventually run into Yamaguchi.
Students poured into the hallways as the first-period bell rang. Finding your friends in the sea of unknown faces would be an almost impossible task. So rather than looking weird while you stared at your classmate's faces studying for a common one, you instead weaved through the crowd looking for your first-period class.
A tall figure shadowed over you for less than a millisecond before he was gone. You must've been losing it, but for a second you could swear time stopped, as you watched your life flash before your eyes with the similar blond-headed boy at the center of it.
Late nights, typing away on a blindingly bright laptop as he set a cup of tea next to you while berating to go to bed. Loud mornings cheering in a sea of people, watching the sweat roll down his cheek as his teammates around him shouted in victory. Quiet afternoons spent with books open and notes to be studied for an exam the next day. Every cherished moment you relished with him by your side
He looked back at you with soft-spoken eyes before they turned back to the stone.
Maybe you weren't losing it after all.
When he turned back around as if nothing had happened, everything around you continued. People passed by as if the moment you had shared had been nothing but an everyday occurrence. He pushed his headphones from where they sat and let them hang on his neck as he greeted a friend.
"Hey, wait!" You couldn't have imagined it, right? There's no way he would have reacted the same way if he hadn't felt something there. Right?
He was gone before you had a chance to catch up to him, and you were left wondering whether your sanity was still intact.
"Who was that?" Yamaguchi glanced towards you then turned back to his friend questioningly. "Seemed like they knew you."
"Never seen them before today," Everything that Tsukishima was feeling was like a puzzle, and it felt like something was missing.
Your head twisted and turned throughout the day, looking for his blond hair everywhere, hoping to catch a glimpse of it. You had been leaving school for the day, taking a seat on your bike when you heard it.
Fly me to the moon
let me play among the stars
The sweet melody flooded your ears, distracting enough that you almost didn't feel the painful sting on your wrists. The window to the music room must've been open, and you could hear the notes of the song you knew you were fated to hear.
Let me see what spring is like on
Jupiter and Mars
You followed the sound until you stopped in front of the gymnasium. You couldn't pinpoint the area of the song anymore as it swarmed you from all around.
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
It came in all directions until you saw him.
Baby, I'm yours
And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky
His playlist was over, and the music app had been suggesting new songs when he heard it. The heart-stopping music he knew was meant to change his life forever.
Yours until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I die
Everyone around him had talked about the moment their song rang through their ears, and he had brushed it off. Brushed off the heartfelt scenes of soulmates reuniting as if they had spent their whole life wandering the Earth to find one another. Brushed off the stories told about the soulmates describing the feeling of meeting their true pair.
Baby, I'm yours
And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines
But how was he supposed to brush off the sight of you staring back at him like you knew the very secrets seeped throughout his soul?
"Fly Me to the Moon?" You watched him peel his headphones off and tilt his head.
"No," Tsukishima looked at his wrist again then look around for anyone else in the vicinity. "I have Baby I'm Yours."
"This can't be right," You rushed to his side to examine his wrist. "When I looked at you, it felt like the universe had stopped for a second. It stopped! So why do we have different songs?"
Your fingertips burned as you rubbed at the ink on your wrist. You had spent your life wondering how you would meet him. You felt your pulse race when you looked into his eyes only to conclude that it was a lie created by your mind just to put you at ease?
You glanced at him as he stared into the sky, lost in his thoughts. He took the headphones from his neck and placed each side on your ears.
His soft voice wrapped you in warmth as the music played, "My headphones were playing a different song than what you heard, dummy."
Quiet footsteps echoed down the narrow alley, filling the empty static-like atmosphere with something a little more sinister. It was in the middle of the afternoon, and yet the grey sky made it feel so much later to him. He could smell the rain coming. It seemed to be raining a lot these days... Damp and shimmering streets still soaked from the last rainfall, he observes his distorted reflection through the gloom. City lights dancing around him precariously.
Why was he here? The young boss finds himself questioning the strange habits he had. He was restless, trying to find the peace that wouldn’t come soon enough. Eager to execute his next plan, hating having to wait for the right time... But acting carelessly could prove to be a fatal error on his behalf.
“I can’t stand this city...” Chisaki murmurs beneath his mask, amber eyes moving to look at his companion. Nemoto. “... Everyone’s sick. They don’t even realize it.”
And often, Nemoto seemed to be the one to accompany his Capo on these ritualistic walks. They were gratifying, fulfilling, no matter what kind of mood Chisaki was in. Being near him, it was enough to keep him content. But seeing the other so painfully discontent made him wish he could do more for the young Yakuza boss. For what was he if he could not? He only wished to be by his side, to see him succeed; to be the one that helped him get there.
But what a privilege it was to be this near.
This world city didn’t deserve a God like him.
What words were good enough to fill the empty space? What could he possibly say that could return everything Chisaki had given to him? Where he’d nearly given up on humanity filled with lies and deceit, Overhaul gave him hope again. Gave him a reason to live with purpose.
“You’ve already done so much. The city will see soon enough.” and then the world. The Shie Hassaikai were Deities among the decaying society filled with disease and rot.
Eyes hidden behind tinted lenses scan the boss’s features. Taking in every little detail and subtle movement only he could have known to look for. Finding himself admiring him for unusually long periods of time... he wonders if Overhaul has noticed, too. A part of him is grateful his face is hidden. He was perfect, in every way. There was no man more perfect than the one who stood before him.
“And I will follow you every step of the way.” to the ends of the earth.
He wanted this moment to last. They never felt long enough. And with the rain starting to fall...
So I had a new WIP Idea that has building itself in my brain so here’s a little journal entry from one of our main characters. I’m excited for this one, honestly I’m happy I’m getting ideas, but brain you do realize I already have like five wips right? Anyway here’s your little tease for my new unnamed wip. Also feel free to send any questions about it and also I will have a taglist if you’d like to be added. This is from MC Luca’s perspective.
New WIP Tease
So I don't really do this journal thing much. Well I guess I did the last few days because of y'know what... But anyway this really bizzare thing happened to me. I thought I was dead and then... well obviously I wasn't, as I'm writing this, but someone had 'saved' me. You may be wondering why that’s in quotes. The truth is I didn't really want to be saved, it just sort of happened. So I woke up to find this boy- well I thought he was a boy at first, but then he had this fish-like tail which honestly terrified me. Not to mention he had these really pointy teeth- Then he told me he was siren. Not gonna lie I was scared he was gonna eat me but then- well, why would he save me if he was gonna eat me? hello? logic? Then he started explaining all these things about sirens and how I wasn't dreaming, honestly I still don't know if I fully believe that, but y'know I'm either crazy, dreaming, or sirens are real. He asked a lot of really strange questions- can't think of them in the moment but you get the point, this 'thing' obviously wasn't human. Anyway I don't know his name, but he told me to meet him again tomorrow night. I kind of want to but then again I'm not sure exactly what he wants with me- I mean he did say that he wanted legs and that I had He said I have magic. How weird is that? I did this weird zappy thing with my hands which hurt him by accident- but he didn't mind too much. He also asked to stay with me. Which in any other circumstance where an attractive boy asked to stay with me I would say yes. But where am I supposed to keep a siren? in the bathtub? I don’t think so- But I do think I'm gonna go see him again. He also complimented me and said I was pretty and had soft skin which is like the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. Anyway tomorrow we'll see If I meet him or not.
Ooh this’ll be a goodie. Sirens? Magic? Humans being confused? Queer characters? what more could you ask for?
For some reason coming up with a name for this one has been hard, but I’m sure my brain will bring one to me soon.
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There are no words to express how much I love this man- platonically but yes. also like I changed to the way I share writing so I’m just gonna start sharing what I like because proofreading full chapters was just- too much. Here’s the snippet.
Words: 705
POV : Lana
There were so many thoughts swirling around in her head. Like she really REALLY wanted to leave but at the same time the house was so warm and comforting that she also just wanted to fall into a peaceful sleep in the coziness of the indoors. Lana sighed and sunk into the arm chair, closing her eyes.
“Hey.”
She jumped and scanned the room but there was no one there. “Hello?” she asked hesitantly, heightening her guard. She took a deep breath, maybe it was just in her head. There could be stranger things right? The was a light knocking sound on the window and Lana stood up a swirled around towards the window, knocking her chair over in the process. “Who- who are you?” she asked, she heard the light panic in her voice. There was a dark figure in the window- it was a person- a man in fact. he had these- piercing silver eyes- She hadn’t really paid much attention to eye color before but it was hard not to, they were so bright against his deep ebony skin tone.
He put his hands up and mouthed slowly, “it’s me” those words somehow sent comfort through her and she immediately knew what he meant.
She leaned down and picked the chair up before going closer to the window. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” she asked softly. He gestured for her to open the window and then to his ear as if to say he couldn’t hear her. She crossed her arms and paused to think for a moment. It was raining still, Not much, but he was probably cold right? But then again she didn’t really trust letting a stranger in. She sighed and opened the window just a crack. “There, you happy?”
“Yes because now you can hear me, sorry for showing up suddenly like this- I didn’t mean to startle you…” It was the same voice as before- the one that had warned her.
“It really is you.” she said without thinking. He wasn’t exactly what’d she’d been expecting- well she wasn’t entirely sure what she had been expecting-
“Yeah- sorry for all the mysterious creepy disembodied voice stuff I guess I didn’t really feel comfortable showing my face initially…” he said softly. His voice was somehow deep yet soft at the same time and almost gave off a sense of comfort.
“That’s- alright.” it wasn’t the fact that he didn’t show his face at first that was unnerving but more the fact that she had no idea how he’d done the ‘disembodied voice’ “But uh- why show yourself now? I mean it’s not any different from before is it?”
“I guess… I dunno it’s been a long time since I’ve talked to anyone and I got kinda lonely…” he lowered his voice and looked down.
“Oh- well do you wanna come in? it’s kinda cold out there…” Lana offered without really thinking it through.
“Oh- No that’s alright… I’m used to it. I just- I wanted to talk that’s all and if- if you don’t want to- or you’re like scared of me or anything you can feel free to shut me out…”
“No! I mean no, you can stay I’ll- I’ll uhm talk to you.”
“Oh okay.” He smiled and leaned his elbows on the windowsill, resting his head on his arms.
“So- do you have a name? Or should I keep calling you mystery boy?”
“Oh! I’m sorry I forgot to tell you- my name is Hugh y’know like colors- but U.G.H.” He replied. Hugh… that was a nice name. She almost thought it would be something more- mysterious or something considering he lived or at least she assumed he lived somewhere in the woods.
“Nice to meet you Hugh, I’m Lana.” Lana smiled and held out a hand. Hugh looked up and gave her a slightly perplexed look. “Well I figured we might as well have a proper introduction-“
“Oh- Yeah okay nice to meet you too Lana.” he gently took her hand and shook it. Hugh.. he seemed sweet but she still wasn’t quite ready to trust me- no matter how nice he seemed. Lana couldn’t help but smile though.
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Lyrical stories is a collection of short stories inspired by music and songs
“Cake” by Melanie Martinez - some lyrics to give you the vibe
Your skin is warm like an oven,
Your kiss is sugary sweet
Your fingers feel like cotton when you put your arms around me
I feel like I'm just missing something whenever you leave
You've got all the ingredients
Except you loving me
Without further ado here’s the story
Warm… warm and soft that’s what it felt like, but there was something missing… She gently ran her hand along the bed searching for her loved one. but... there was nothing, it was cold and empty. She opened her eyes and once again there was an empty space where her lover had laid the previous night. Millie sat up and sighed. Why did he always leave? did he really care?
She stood up and looked down at the empty space. The other side was neatly made and it was if there was never anyone there in the first place. she needed to do something, anything, to distract herself. What made her happy? what made her forget all of her troubles? Bake something, her subconscious told her, Fill your senses with the sugary sweet smell of cake and fill your home with warmth.
She pushed the door to her bedroom open and found herself hoping that she would see him. See that tall silhouette of the man that she had learned to love. Stop, she told herself, stop thinking about it. Why did she keep hoping to see him again? it was always the same. He came, he was sweet and then it was all a lie and he left without saying anything. Was he just using her? Cake. She just wanted to bake some cake.
Millie reached up to grab a bag of sugar out of the cabinet.
“Hello darling.” She felt warm hands along her skin.
She froze and it was if the bag of sugar fell in slow motion. She breathed in sharply and squeezed her eyes closed. “Go away...” she whispered to herself. He wasn’t really there and she knew that. So why did she keep remembering his touch, why did she keep remembering the sweetness of his lips on her own?
She was afraid to open her eyes as she was sure sugar would be everywhere, but as she hesitantly opened her eyes, was surprised to find the bag had landed right side up. She let out a sigh of relief and turned her attention back to task at hand. She turned the oven on to preheat and leaned back against the counter to clear her thoughts. Which didn’t work as well as she thought.
“What’re you making?” He asked as she felt his warm arms wrap around her waist.
“I’m trying to make dinner silly,” Millie giggled and gently pulled his arms off of her.
“How long is it gonna be?”
“Oh I dunno maybe twenty minutes or so?”
“Mm but I’m hungry now.” He turned her around and pulled her closer.
“Well you’re going to have to wait.” She attempted to push him away.
“That doesn’t mean I have to wait for you though.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, his warm.. sugary sweet lips to hers.
“No,” she said and he was gone and she was back to leaning against the counter. “Fuck…” She swore and buried her face in her hands. “Fuck you Flynn. Fuck you.” She pulled out her phone and deleted his contact off of her phone. She thought that he was a good person but with the amount of times that he had pretended to care and used her she was done. She just needed to finish what she was doing and forget.
The sugary sweet smell of cake filled her senses causing her to smile. No more memories just cake. creamy delicious cake that she would savour, unlike what he did with her. Wait- had she just compared herself to cake? well- it wasn’t all that different was it? some people would savour a slice of cake and others would just eat it all at once… and then there were the people who would a eat a few bites and discard it. That was what she did to him; took a few bites and threw her away. At first she had believed that it was just a phase and eventually he’d ‘settle’ well she was wrong. So no more. She wasn’t a piece of cake and she wasn’t going to be thrown away. She was going to take back her life and never speak to him again. The oven rang and she smiled to herself as she pulled out the delicious treat from the oven.
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. There’s a sound; The sound of a clock ticking. Why is it so loud? There’s nothing else, no other sound just the clock. You swallow a lump in your throat. This isn’t your room is it? The bed feels different. But how can you be sure? Should you open your eyes? Why, there is no other option is there? You take in a deep breath and flutter your eyes open. The ceiling is dark. This isn’t right. No, it isn’t right at all. You sit up and glance around the room. So many boxes… And there lay a door. it was an ornate door and the house seemed to be old. What were you doing here?... you feel a sharp pain in the back of your hand and look down to see a mark- perhaps a burn or even a cut that’s mostly healed.
Where on earth did that come from? It isn’t a normal wound though. it’s in the shape of some sort of symbol. You aren’t exactly sure what it was. The fact that it is a perfect circle does leave you unsettled though. You turn your gaze to the door in the far corner of the room. Should you leave? You jump as you hear a creak from beyond the door. It sounds like creaky floorboards but… who would be walking out there? Do you even trust to leave the room that you have been put it? after all you have no way of knowing what could lay beyond. What was this? Did you get teleported into some sort of horror movie? You take a deep breath and stare at the door. It is tempting; Yes. but what if there’s a better option? perhaps something hidden within the room?
Make your Choice Now
Risk it and leave the room or Stay put and explore the room more
Thanks for reading! I know it’s short but I plan to share the next two parts soon and I want to keep them short so I’m able to get multiple out at a time once I get there and also so that you as the character get to have as much control as I can give you.
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Lyrical stories is a collection of short stories inspired by music and songs
TW: Mentions of death, Swearing
“dead girl in the pool.” by girl in red - some lyrics to give you the vibe
Empty bottles everywhere
People sleeping on the stairs
Got something stuck in my hair
No idea how it got there
This is the morning after
The house is such a disaster
But there's someone outside, that caught my eye
full lyrics - here
And here’s the story
Everything hurt. Her head felt like it was about to explode and she wanted nothing more to just fall back asleep and lay there for all eternity but… She sighed and opened her eyes to a dark room. She glanced around, it was completely unfamiliar and smelled faintly of alcohol. How had she gotten there? She sat up and ran a hand through her hair and felt something caught in it. It was stuck and she couldn’t get it out.
She sighed and got to her feet. But felt her foot get caught on something and before she knew it, she was on her hands and knees. She felt around for what she tripped on and found an empty beer bottle. “Shit, why was this in the middle of the floor?...” She muttered to herself before getting back to her feet and walking out of the room, coming across a staircase where.. well there was a guy sleeping in the middle of the stairs. She hesitantly poked him with her foot and thankfully, to her relief he stirred.
She stepped over him and then the rest of the stairs before looking around the other parts of the house. It was, to the say the least, a disaster. There were empty bottles everywhere, not to mention just trash in general. She leaned down to pick up a glass bottle that was set in the middle of the floor but.. she couldn’t pick it up… it was weird… like her hand slid right through it. She shook her head and blew out a breath, before turning her attention to the sliding glass door that lead to the backyard, where something caught her eye. There was a girl…. She was floating in the pool. But not in the manor that one would purposely. “Shit.” what if she was dead? holy crap was there a dead girl in the pool.
She sucked in a deep breath of air and opened the sliding glass door, approaching the pool. The girl was definitely dead. “What the fuck do I do?” she panicked. Should she try to get the body or?... Upon closer inspection the girl was familiar. “No way.” It couldn’t be… could it? But she was standing right there. Right?
“It can’t be… how am I the dead girl in the pool?” she asked herself. She felt tears run down her face and felt completely hopeless as to what to do. “I can’t be dead!” She assured herself though… it wasn’t exactly assuring. “THIS HAS TO BE A BAD DREAM RIGHT?!” She exclaimed as loud as she could.
Ow fuck, her head hurt like hell. All she wanted to do was sink back into the couch and fall asleep for eternity. But instead she sat up and glanced around the room. It looked so unfamiliar yet so familiar at the same time. And even as she walked across it she somehow knew exactly where to step over that empty beer bottle. She stopped and gazed into a mirror, her skin was pale “guess my summer tan is fading…” she mumbled to herself. Wait what about the girl in the pool? Didn’t she look the same as the reflection in the mirror? No that must’ve just been a creepy dream, nothing more. But even still, she couldn’t stop staring at her reflection.
She shook her head and walked down the stairs, stepping over a boy who was sprawled across them. There had been a party the last night. That’s all she remembered. Fuck her mind was a disaster. Her thoughts were all jumbled and she was starting to get dreams mixed with reality.
She looked outside through the sliding glass door and something caught her attention. “No.. No way not this. Not again.” She panicked but her body brought here outdoors and brought her closer and closer to the girl that was floating in the pool. “No I don’t want to!” she cried, but couldn’t look away. There she was…. her body floating limply in the pool, pale and bloated. What the fuck was going on? “I-I’M THE DEAD GIRL IN THE POOL1?!”
“Woah…” she was back on the couch again. Her head hurt like hell but it didn’t bother her anymore, she immediately got up, stepped over the empty beer bottle and took and took a quick glimpse at the ghost in the mirror before stepping over to boy who was passed out on the stairs. She slid open the backdoor and mindlessly walked to the pool where her eye was caught. The girl was dead… there was no question. She walked closer… and closer and eventually she noticed that the girl in the pool was her. But it didn’t bother her anymore. She dipped a foot in the icy water and let herself fall in, before swimming over to the body. To her body. “I’m the dead girl in the pool.” she said to herself as she raised a hand to the- to her. “I am the dead girl in the pool.” she repeated to herself and reached out touching the body. then everything… Everything went black.
I heard this song and the image of the story was super vivid in my head so I decided to write it. Hope you liked it!
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